#i definitely do mean to sound gay on main

[misseviehyde]

THE RILEY EXPERIMENT

(Based on ip that Mana Omega kindly has allowed me to use.)

Riley Green wished his Dad had never remarried. It wasn't that he disliked his step-mom Rachel Grey, it was her bitchy daughter Riley that made his life feel like hell. Thanks to the marriage, they were now two teens exactly the same age, in the same class at school and now even living together in the same house.

But despite those superficial similarities, they couldn't be two more different people.

Firstly; it was incredibly annoying having the same name as your step-sister. Packages were constantly arriving at the house for the female Riley and if male Riley forgot to check the label properly, he'd often find himself holding a bra or a sexy tight fitting bodystocking from Shein or Pretty Little Thing.

Much to his embarrassment, Riley had found himself keeping one of the bras. It was a 34D leopard skin print bra. He would sometimes jerk off whilst wearing it; not really sure why he found the thought of having Riley's big tits on his chest such a fucking turn on; but doing it anyway. He was definitely NOT gay, but there was something going on there that made him hard. He knew it was wrong to steal underwear, but somehow it just felt so good. Riley never commented on the bra going missing, maybe she thought it had gotten lost in the post.

After all, she wasn't very careful with money. Riley seemed to have a unlimited spend amount on her credit-card and was constantly buying new clothes to keep up with the popular girl fashions. She was basically a spoiled brat. If Mommy wouldn't buy it for her, she'd usually find some guy to give her what she wanted.

Riley was into social media and seemed to spend more time building up followers on Insta or Tiktok then doing anything useful with her life. Riley didn't think his step-sister was shallow, he knew she was. She seemed to date a new guy every week and as far as Riley could tell she was definitely sexually active. Sometimes he'd hear... noises from her room. Noises that made him really horny.

One night he'd heard a sexy low buzzing from her room. He'd lain propped up against the wall, his stolen bra stuffed with socks as he listened to his step-sister groan and moan and he jerked his cock to the sounds of her pleasure. She was obviously using a vibrator or magic wand and he wondered if one of the packages that had passed through his hands had actually been a sex-toy. It made him wish he had accidentally opened THAT package.

"Ohhhh fuck yeahhhh I'm soooo fucking wet, mmmmmmhhhh..."

He had cum so hard that night.

The thought of what he might do with a dildo or butt-plug made him blush. No... he was definitely straight, these were just some weird ideas he was sometimes having. It was all the fault of having such a slutty step-sister.

Indeed, the main problem with living with her was that Riley was so fucking hot. She had a big round bubble-butt, large firm breasts and a gorgeous face. She looked good in everything and she had the spoiled, knowing, mean girl bimbo look that made boys weak. She always wore the sexiest outfits, had long sexy nails and was the purist vision of toxic femininity possible. She loved to tease Riley, manipulate and use him. She seemed to get off on the power she had over him.

In fact - in order to differentiate between them, Riley had popularised the use of his hated nickname Ry. Now nearly everyone called him Ry and it sucked.

The two of them couldn't be more unalike. Riley was popular, hot, pretty and sexually confident - Ry was dorky, nervous, unconfident and a virgin.

About the only advantage Ry had over Riley was that he was smart. A lot smarter. In fact he was a bit of a genius. Riley had used that to her advantage though, swiftly learning that now they shared a house it was pretty easy to copy Ry's homework and manipulate him into helping her grades improve.

"Ohhh you're such a good step-brother," she'd purr as she got another A- on a paper. "Hey, did I mention I have some new social media photos I'd like you to 'examine' for me. Let me air-drop them to your phone.'

Riley had learned that if she provided images of herself, her step-brother would do whatever she wanted. He was addicted to her beauty and femininity - whilst she found his intelligence useful.

Getting her brother to cheat for her had paid dividends. In fact Riley's grades had improved SO much as a result of her using her step-brother, her Mom had promised she could go to a music festival with her slutty friends, provided she passed the final test.

The final test.

There would be no way to cheat on that. Riley's frustrations were evident. Her Step-Bro couldn't exactly sit the test for her and she wasn't smart enough to pass without cheating.

"Listen babe, you need to find a way to help me pass that test. I need to go to that music festival with my girlies. Find a way to make me smarter or something. Just imagine how hot I'll look in all the pictures I can send you."

Ry scratched his head. What was he supposed to do? You couldn't exactly make another person... smarter in under a week, could you?

Hmmmm, that jogged a strange memory. About a year ago, Ry had been following an interesting online science blog from a girl in another town. Laura Sims was another science prodigy (who he'd actually had a bit of a crush on). One day she'd just stopped posting, but he remembered her putting up some interesting ideas for a hi tech Crispr solution. The idea was the solution would eradicate genetic weaknesses in whoever drank it by taking the strengths from someone else's DNA.

It took a bit of searching - strangely Laura Sims no longer seemed to have much of an online presence. He found some information for a Laura Richie - some bitch from the same town who appeared to be living a life of decadence - but eventually succeeded in using the internet archives to find the page instead.

Laura had luckily uploaded her formula, hoping to 'open source' test it. He wondered why she'd taken everything down?

It didn't take long to create the formula. The advice from Laura was to try it before bed to give it time to activate. The main changes would come the day after. Riley looked on doubtfully as Ry took one of his head hairs and put it into the liquid. He gave it to her to drink. "This will give you my intelligence and smarts."

"Okay - if you're sure. I'll try anything to get to that festival."

Riley drank. "Ughhh, it tastes sour. Okay, let's hope this works. I'll go and start revising - maybe I'll get some early gains."

She left the room. As she did so, Ry noticed one of her long sexy head hairs had come free and was just lying there on the table. A terrible temptation overcame him. What if? What if he used the solution too? It wouldn't make him smart, but maybe it would make him more attractive and confident.

Feeling a little guilty, he dissolved the hair and drank the solution. It tasted sweet and his skin tingled, but nothing else seemed to happen. Weird... Riley had said it was sour.

Inside their bodies, the Crispr solution went to work. Riley's female DNA rushed through Ry's body, overwriting his cells. There was no melding here - no balancing. Riley's bitchy DNA was taking control and spreading like a wild-fire through his body.

Meanwhile Riley was also having her female cells consumed slowly and methodically by Ry's. The virus was even spreading to her brain, dendrites and synapses rewiring and altering to make her think like he did.

Now it was just a matter of waiting. The changes would soon be on their way

***

DAY ONE:

Waking up groggily, Riley had to admit she didn't feel great. Her whole body felt sluggish and weak, like she had a really bad cold. Walking to the mirror she despaired to see that her usually flawless skin seemed a bit blotchy and riddled with acne, similar to her dorky step-bros. What the hell was his stupid formula doing to her?

Looking down she blushed. Her tits seemed obscenely large on her chest. She couldn't believe she usually allowed herself to walk around flaunting them like this. It didn't normally bother her, but now for some reason it did. She searched through her wardobe and finding a hoody, slid it on.

Her eyes seemed to be struggling. Maybe it was the light in here? Switching on the lights she tiredly walked to her makeup vanity and paused. Makeup? What was the point of makeup? She was only going to study for a test today.

Ignoring her usual cleansing routines and preparations, Riley took down the large Maths text-book she was supposed to be studying and opened it up. It was only twenty minutes later, that she realised she had become engrossed in the book without even realising it.

Her usually flippant mind that jumped from subject to subject seemed sharper and more focused. Sitting down at her desk, she began to study in earnest.

***

Ry opened his eyes and slid easily out of bed. He was usually a night person, so to find not only that he had slept well, but that he didn't feel tired of fatigued was a revelation to him.

He actually felt fucking great this morning. The Crispr solution seemed to be working. Walking to the mirror, Ry grinned in satisfaction. His usually bad skin was clearer and ever so slightly tanned. He had a healthy glow for the first time in years.

In fact his whole body seemed more toned with a healthier shape. He hadn't put any muscle on as far as he could see, but proportionally, everything seemed 'better'. The only downsides were a strange itching and puffiness on his chest and a few other weird changes.

His ass seemed fatter and slightly bigger. His hair seemed to have increased in length and volume. It gave him a rather... feminine... shape. He ignored the strange thrill of delight that brought him.

"It's early days for these changes yet. I just need to give it more time. I'll probably fill out and look more manly in the next stage. Probably to be expected I'd mirror a few of Riley's assets."

He wondered how Riley was getting on...

***

"Amazing," giggled Riley in satisfaction. Her mind was definitely getting faster. The hot sweats had started again earlier and she was having even more difficulty seeing, but it didn't matter to her anymore because the knowledge she was experiencing was so captivating.

She rubbed at her chest. Her boobs were really aching. For some reason her bra didn't seem to fit... it kept dropping down loose. She knew that cup sizes did change, she'd alternated between a 32 and 34 bust for years - but this felt different.

Her boobs seemed noticeably smaller. She'd always been proud of her big bust, her massive tits. Now she felt smaller and weaker without them. Strangely her clit seemed engorged today though. She'd had to stop doing her studying a few times to rub at the stiff little nub between her legs. If she'd had a more active imagination she'd say it seemed to be growing... almost like a tiny little cock.

But that would be crazy... right?

***

Ry rubbed at his chest. There was definitely something there and it was growing at a faster rate now. Sweat dripped from his body and he could almost hear his bones cracking and shifting within his body. It felt... pleasurable and strangely addictive. A desire for more transformation and a faster change rose within him. It felt like something good was happening to him. He wanted more of it.

Ry felt feverish and knew that the Crispr solution was spreading through his body like a virus. It had now reached critical mass and the changes were accelerating. Riley's DNA should be merging with his own, but it didn't feel like that. Something was wrong... or was it... right?

His skin felt softer, his hips seemed to have pushed out wider. The lumps on his chest definitely felt like breasts and his hair had doubled in length again.

"Ohhhhh fuckkkk," he groaned as another series of pops and cracks within his body sent him into spasms of pleasure. "Uggggh, what's happening to me?"

His pushed his chest out and grunted... the bumps on his chest got even bigger.

***

"I can't fucking see," groaned Riley as she reached up to her face. Her vision was totally blurry now. Her body felt wrecked and strangely weak. She looked down. Her chest was smaller now... her once large D cup tits now barely a B cup.

Staggering to her mirror, Riley saw her hair looked shorter. Her skin was paler and her soft feminine features seemed a little more boyish. Her swollen clit had formed a little bulge in her leggings. She could almost imagine a pair of balls were growing underneath it and her pussy sealing up, but that would be crazy!

Riley massaged her throat. Her voice was croaky and there was a strange lump in her throat that she had never noticed before. She'd been told boys had them... Adam's apples they were called.

Sweat dripped down her body. She rubbed at her armpits. They needed shaving again, which was weird because she'd only waxed them a few days ago.

"What the fuck is this solution doing to me?" she groaned. "No increase in intelligence is worth this. I have to find Ry!"

She staggered to the hallway, then out into the living room. Her vision was swimming, she was nearly blind now. Everything ached and her breasts felt even smaller. Her head hurt... she just needed to...

With a groan Riley sank onto a sofa and passed out.

***

Ry groaned as his face burned and his back ached. His hands went to his chest, there were now two big rounded mounds there just like the ones he had always imagined owning when he wore his sisters bra. Sweat was pouring off him and his vision was all blurry. He reached up and tore off his glasses. Strange, but now he could see again.

His voice seemed croaky, his neck sore. His face felt different, the features more delicate. Long hair tickled his neck. "I fucked up somehow," he groaned. "The Crispr is making me INTO Riley. I have to find her and warn her."

Staggering out of the room, dizzy and sick - he staggered into the living room. A figure was passed out on one of the couches. He tried to approach, but instead his legs began to give way. With a groan, Ry staggered to the other couch and collapsed.

Darkness took him and then the strangest dreams he'd ever had.

Meanwhile Riley's DNA continued to consume his own and change his body... the physical changes were now nearly complete...

***

DAY TWO:

Ry awoke and for a second didn't know where he was.

The room smelled different. It smelt of sexy perfume. The sheets around him were pink and girly. Riley's clothes hung on racks around the room, plushies and cushions covered every surface.

He was naked in the bed.

A post it note lay on the table by the bed.

"Morning baby, me and your step-daddy found you and your brother passed out in the lounge. Were you partying last night? We put you both to bed in the right rooms and I undressed you. Were those your brothers clothes you were wearing? What were you doing? Lol Mom. XXX"

Pulling back the sheets, Ry saw his body had completely changed. He was no longer feverish, and the big wobbling tits on his chest were definitely real. His skin was healthy and lightly tanned, he had no body hair except for a tiny strip just above his... pussy?

Reaching down, Ry gasped at the sensation of his new vagina. He snatched his hand back in shock, although the urge to put it back there swiftly returned. Sliding out of the bed, he landed onto small perfect feet, then padding quietly across the room, he reached the mirror and stared in wonder.

Riley looked back at him. Well almost. He didn't have Riley's tattoos or her ear, nose or navel piercings. He didn't have any makeup on and his hair was a mess. His fingers and toes were unmanicured... but other than that... he looked just like her.

"Holy shit," he said in her voice.

The resemblance was so perfect, that last night her own Mother hadn't recognised that he was not really her girl. Riley's DNA had changed him into her. That probably meant in the other bedroom, Riley was now waking up as a physical copy of him.

And yet it wasn't just the physical changes. Something profound had happened to his mind, to his very soul.

The Crispr virus had infiltrated every cell of Ry's body, including his brain. He had been rewired and altered. He felt a new natural confidence, sexual assurance and a strong desire to monopolise on this situation. His personality was now more like Riley's than ever before. Even in his darkest dreams he could never have imagined being such a fucking bitch.

"Yesssss, I've always wanted to be Riley," he said in a slightly evil voice. "Mmmmh, I think I knew what that Crispr virus was going to do to us... but I did it anyway. I did it because I wanted to steal her life. I want to be Riley Grey... not Riley Green."

"And now that I used the Crispr," he purred allowing this delicious new persona to take control, "I am. Even Mommy thinks that I am. I am fucking Riley Grey and I want it ALL."

A wicked grin appeared on his face and he allowed his body language to relax. How did hot girls stand... ahhh yes, like this.

"These big tits are mine, mmmmh and this perfect ass. I've been remade in your image," he laughed. "A couple of trips to the hairdressers and the tattoo artists to get inked up and pierced... and no one would ever know the difference between us. This is my chance to assume your life and become the new you. I'm not going to waste it."

Riley smiled as she began looking for some clothes to wear. She just had to make 'Ry' understand that it was best to go along with what she wanted. The switch in pronouns was so easy to make... it suited her like a glove.

She was a woman now, she had all the equipment and soon no one would ever know she had ever been her dorky step-brother...

She just had to manipulate him the correct way.

***

Riley awoke feeling like death. Her vision was still blurry and she felt weak and wiped out.

"Here, put these on," said a familiar voice and her vision swam back into focus as a pair of glasses slid onto her face. "Don't panic. It's me, your step-brother. Honestly, I didn't plan for this to happen. The Crispr has gone wrong... I tried it too using one of your hairs. I'm afraid we've become copies of each other."

Riley gasped as she saw herself sitting on the end of the bed. Her hair was a fucking mess and she needed some makeup, but other than that it was definitely her.

Pulling back the sheets, she groaned in a very masculine sounding voice. Her body was now entirely masculine, a small cock and a pair of balls between her legs. Her boobs were gone and her flabby white body was that of a nerdy dork.

"Oh no, we have to fix this."

"I know," said her doppleganger, "but there's a big problem. We're changing mentally as well as physically. I'm not smart enough to make the Crispr anymore so I need you help to make a new batch, then we can try to reverse these changes. "

"But I don't know how to do it either," she complained.

"I'm sure you'll find a way," purred her twin. "I'll give you the notes I made and hopefully you can decode them. In the meantime we need to act like each other so no one gets suspicious. We'll have to dress like we normally would, you'll have to hide those tattoos and those piercings. I don't know how long we might be stuck like this. I guess it could be weeks!"

***

DAY THIRTY

It had been a month.

Riley and Riley were becoming more and more like each other by the day.

Ry, as he was now known, had still not figured out how to make the Crispr. Probably because before she had given him the notes - the new Riley had made sure to delete certain important elements from the research.

Genuinely she wasn't smart enough anymore to remember or understand what she had removed - just that it had been enough to stop him. Hopefully that would be enough.

Riley didn't want a way back. She wanted to go deeper and deeper into this rabbit hole of femininity. In the last month she had discovered that being a hot, popular, girl was pretty much as amazing as she had dreamed it would be.

First of all there was the makeup and the clothes. They all made her look and feel incredible. If that wasn't enough, there was the enjoyment of sex.

Remembering that buzzing she'd heard all that time ago, Riley had uncovered the sex-toy collection. The first time she'd pushed a magic wand against her clit and felt it throb and vibrate, she'd known she was now a female sex addict.

It hadn't taken long to move from toys to the real thing... boys. There were plenty of guys wanting to fuck a hot slut like her, and after a couple of introductory sessions with some of Riley's ex-lovers - the new Riley had really picked up the pace.

There was nothing quite like bouncing on some hard cock and cumming all over it as a girl. It was such a good feeling.

If that wasn't enough, there was the social life. Riley loved being the centre of attention now... going to parties, having fun, everyone wanting to be her friend. She found the company of other hot girls intoxicating. To be part of the squad was like a dream come true.

Riley understood now she'd always harboured these desires. She'd always wanted to be like her step-sister and the Crispr had provided a way.

Of course, that meant that the new Ry probably now harboured her old desires... to cross dress and be a girl. They had probably only been heightened by the loss of his actual femininity.

Riley wondered if she could use that against him...

She wondered just how far it was possible to gaslight her new step-brother...

***

DAY 60

"Babe. What the fuck are you actually talking about? What Crispr research, I didn't delete anything from your hard-drive."

Ry stared at his sister in astonishment. Over the last few months he'd come to think of himself as male - it was somehow easier that way. His memories of being Riley were a confusing mess, sometimes it didn't even feel real. That was why it was now so confusing when Riley actually suggested it wasn't.

Over the last few days she'd been acting increasingly difficult. She kept giving him blank looks when he mentioned getting their bodies back and she had been dropping hints in from of him that he might be losing his mind.

"Listen Ry, I know you have this weird fetish for dressing up in my clothes... I found one of my bras in your room."

"Wh? WHAT? Well, those ARE my clothes," he growled angrily. "Before we swapped, those were ALL my clothes."

"Swapped, what the hell are you taking about? You keep going on about this weird dream fantasy of yours. Are you really suggesting that two months ago we both drank a formula that altered our DNA and turned us into each other. Don't you think that sounds kinda crazy?"

"It's not crazy... and when I find the research, I'll prove it to you!"

Riley watched him go with an evil smile on her perfect lips.

***

DAY 260

Riley sighed as her annoying step-bro peeked through her door. He was such a fucking pervert and always hanging around. He was easy to convince though. Sometimes she had trouble remembering her own lies now - manipulating him was getting easier by the day.

"Hey loser, get out of here. I told you I'm about to stream and I don't want you watching me."

"But Riley, I think I found something. A blog about this girl called Laura Sims, the same thing happened to her... I think."

"What thing?"

"You know, the Crispr solution... the DNA exchange. The personality and memory changes."

"Listen Ry, I already told you I don't know what the fuck you are talking about. Worse than that, I think it's time you admitted the truth. Do you really think a pathetic little loser like you could ever have been a beautiful gorgeous woman like me? Does it seem possible? Of course not. You're a boy and you've always been a boy."

"I have? What about these weird scars I have. They could be from tattoo removal right? Maybe I once had the same tattoos as you?"

"You know you got those in a fire right? Are you really suggesting that once you were me. That you had these tattoos and these piercings? That you and me somehow swapped lives and then I gaslit you into believing you had always been a boy?"

"I know it sounds crazy but..."

"It does sound crazy. Would it even matter? Would anyone believe you? I think you'll be happier if you just accept things are this way now, whatever you believe."

Sliding her hand onto his crotch, Riley grinned as she saw her step-brothers expression go soft.

"Mmmmh, why don't we stroke this little cock of yours to make it feel all better. Hmmmm?"

Ry groaned as his step-sister expertly jerked him off till he groaned and came. He watched her hot manicured hands slowly pump him up and down, draining his cock and all resistance out of him.

"There now. Feel better?"

"Yessss," he groaned.

"Good boy. Now get out of here. Go and goon in your room or something."

***

Listening to her step-brother grunting next door as he jerked off wearing her bra, Riley Grey played with her pussy and looked at herself in the mirror. Damn she was perfect. She was beautiful and sexy and hot. She loved being a girl.

She didn't even miss her old boy smarts. Who needed brains when you looked this good? Then again, she'd been doing a little research lately. She and Laura Richie had made contact and she had been intrigued by what she had found out.

She'd found out from the other girl that there was a second serum... one designed to improve the effects of the first. One that would make her a Goddess.

Maybe it was time to begin another new experiment...

THE END?

#evie hyde #m2f transformation #m2f corruption #Crispr Solution #popular bitch #bitchification #gaslighting

[lowkeyrobin]

Trevor Spengler meeting a ghost his age that is stuck as a ghost because they doesn’t remember their surname or how they died or where they used to live? Like all the ‘important info’ from their memories is gone? Headcanons or one shot? Maybe he was called to “evict” them from a residence and took them home to try to help them?

oh em gee YESSS YESYESYES I love the gbfandom cause yall r so creative ; also this sounds very familiar to frozen empire LMAO ; dw melody kinda slayed ; phoebe is definitely gay idc ; reader knows how they died but not much else, but dw it's for the plot. it's alright let me go by summerdrive is literally the final part of this lol ; also this is super long compared to my other works. I think its good though lol

TREVOR SPENGLER ; lost soul

summary ; youre a lost ghost with no way around the new way of life you'd found yourself in, and trevor is intrigued by you, and decides to try and help you out

warnings ; language, talk about car crashes/death due to car accidents

disclaimers ; set post-frozen empire, me not knowing wtf mannhattan looks like. there's a hilly kind of area near lincoln park bc I said so

word count ; 2.4k

masterlist

The day progressed as usual for Trevor. Wake up, eat, chill out, wait for someone to call, go bust ghosts, come home, eat, sleep and then repeat it all again. Currently, stage five was in progress.

He sits behind Gary in the driver's seat, Phoebe at his side, and his mom in clear view in the front passenger seat. There was no speeding or heavy fight scene, just a calm drive out to a house just outside the main city.

Someone had called in a ghost, I mean, more like a haunting in Trevor's eyes. Nothing was being destroyed, but a very, very apparent ghost had spent the past week sobbing in the attic and banging on the walls.

As he lays eyes on them, he's mesmerized. Their aura is a light blue, contrasting the dark green, brown, and black hues surrounding the attic. They were like a match in the dark. He was attracted to them like a moth to a flame.

He stands on one side of the attic entrance, them on the other. He had to basically turn around to see them on the opposite side of the attic.

He awkwardly and shyly waves, seeing them look back at him, their face contorted to one of discomfort and shock. Tears drip down their cheeks and down onto their neck, scratches and bruises covering their opaque arms, legs and face. A light flickering movement trails down their arms and onto their shoulders and neck, resembling fire.

"Who are you?" They ask, a harsh tone in their voice. Their hands are balled into fists, hanging at their sides.

"Uh, my name's Trevor" He says, showing his empty hands for you, to get some sense that he wasn't here to hurt you. "I'm a Ghostbuster, we got a call that you've been banging walls and stuff..."

They look at him up and down, still thinking this Trevor guy wasn't very trustworthy.

"I just wanna help, okay? What does it take to get you somewhere safer and away from this house?" He asks.

They shrug, unable to hold eye contact. "I don't know why I'm here. I don't know how I'm supposed to move on, I just wanna see my dad again"

Trevor's face quickly morphs into one of solem, feeling the same way as you right now. "I can try and help you move on" He suggests, "Do you know how you... died?"

"Car accident" You answer.

His eyes slightly widened for a moment before answering. "Would you like to come with me? So we can help you move on? We have a lab not to far away, we can try and help you find your way to continue on"

Phoebe, who'd been listening in from downstairs, having been holding the ladder before, speaks up. "We can help you break the fabric and space in time!"

They slightly jump back a bit, not having known that Trevor had guests.

"That's my sister!" He quickly explains, shooting a glare down the ladder towards her. "It's okay, we aren't here to hurt you."

They step forward a bit, the two separated by the hole in the attic floor. They peek down at Phoebe, who gives them a little wave and smile. They look back up at Trevor, who gives them a reassuring yet unsure look, silently urging them to come with him.

"Fine. But not to be experimented on. I just want to see my dad again, okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, that's okay!"

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Forty-four days that the lonely ghost had been staying at a lab where the somberly walked around, trying to remember anything other than their death. What were they meant to do?

They and Trevor had grown close, though.

He'd been working with them one-on-one nearly everyday, trying to figure out who they were, when they died, where they died. They'd grown accustomed to this talk, having it not make them grow sad or angry anymore. They became numb to it, they just wanted to move on.

Trevor made their time here worth it though. He understood them more than anyone else. They wouldn't even work with Lars or Lucky if he wasn't around. Lars would scold them and reinform that if they didn't cooperate that it would only take longer, but they didn't mind at this point. They'd like to stay and hang out with Trevor some more.

The same ripped jeans and sweatshirt they wore when they passed never grew any more deteriorated than it already was, strings and rips never mending themselves. They were still comfortable though, physically and mentally. That last day they spent with their father, they didn't know much about it, but their insides grew warm when they thought about or tried to remember it.

Hours and hours of work was rewarded with Trevor taking them out on a walk through the city and showing them the sights. They enjoyed it quite a lot, and didn't mind any stares or looks, just enjoying the time they were able to spend with the boy.

On one of these walks, Trevor brought up some good news. "I think we found your case, Y/n"

They look over at him, an eyebrow raised.

"We found the newspaper caption of the day after you died, it all matches up." He explains, pulling out his phone to show you a picture. "Car flips over gaurd rail near Lincoln Park, one dead, one in critical condition"

They nod, looking back up at Trevor. "I'm guessing I'm the one who died?"

He nods. "In the article it says your name, and your dad's" He hands the phone over to them, pointing the location as they zoom in.

"Y/n L/n" They whisper. "L/n"

He slows down the pace, seeing the look of pain in their eyes.

"What about my dad? Did he die too?"

He nervously shrugs, not having a definitive answer. They nod, handing the phone back.

"That's a great lead though, we can find out where he is. And maybe that can help us get you into the next realm, or whatever it is" Trevor speaks with reassurance. "I will get you there, I swear that on my life, okay?"

The two stand in front of each other on the empty sidewalk, surrounded by trees and cars passing by. He looks up at them, truth behind his dark eyes.

They chew at the inside of their cheek with a nod, wishing they could just hug him right now.

"Can we go visit where...." They speak softly, trying to ask a bit of a heavy question. That question should've been heavy for them, not him of all people.

He nods with a little smile, planning to go after they went out to eat, or, he did. Ghosts of their kind thankfully didn't need food, just being floating spirits trying to find their escape.

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The dusk had turned to night, the sun having set not long ago, the streets lit up by lights and the moon. The walk towards the crash site was silent while Y/n looked over the newspaper pictures a few times.

2021. That wasn't that long ago, yet it seemed like an eternity.

They approach the dented gaurd rail, right where the car must've flipped. Trevor hangs back, putting his phone back in his pocket after they gave it back. They look down the hill, seeing scraps of metal and tire rubber still laying at the bottom.

Their heart sank as they saw it.

Pieces of the scrap were clearly melted or burned, same with a few trees around the area, the bark charred black from whatever fire must've occurred. That had to have explained the fire on their arms, though they never remembered a fire. They must've died on impact.

Trev stands a few feet away, keeping quiet as he sees them just stare into nothing. Maybe they were recollecting memories or maybe their death or anything else in their life was coming back to them. He didn't want to disturb.

They look at the gaurd rail, sunken down to the ground. Some blood splatters still painted the backside, a little pool of blood staining the concrete.

They, with a smooth pace, walk back to Trevor, holding back tears.

"I want to find my dad. I want to know if he lived or not" They speak, pointing down at the blood. "Please, Trevor. I can't wait around any longer."

He nods. He nearly opens his arms for a hug but stops himself, remembering that he couldn't make physical contact with him.

"I'll come down to the lab tomorrow morning and we'll get to work, okay?"

"Okay"

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The sounds of clicks and keyboard taps echo through the lab. Trevor sits in front of the computer, typing all sorts of variations of their father's name and the city, date, etc into the Google search bar. Y/n stands behind him, watching with caution.

Thank God for True People Search.

F/n L/n, Age 55 - Lives in Manhattan, NY (917)-123-4567.

"Holy shit" The two whisper in unison. They both lightly smile, quickly getting back to the mission at hand.

Trevor clicks on the website, instantly greeted by a picture of Y/n's father. Underneath was his full name, age, date of birth, phone number, and city and state of current residence. Below was more info, like his current address, past and current phone numbers, email addresses, possible relatives, etcetera.

The second person below the possible relatives was a familiar name and age. Y/n L/n, age 17.

"Holy shit, that's you" Trevor states, moving the mouse towards the name. "He's- He's not dead"

They're silent now, staring down at the computer screen.

"What the fuck? I spent all these years thinking he was dead!" They say, slowly backing away from the computer and Trevor, hands on their head as they try and not freak out. "What the hell?"

Trevor quickly stands up, proposing an idea. "What if we call him, and get him to come here and see you?"

They're quiet for a moment.

"I'm scared"

"I'll be right here"

Silence.

"I think this is what will make you be able to move on, Y/n"

They're quiet again, then they nod slowly, taking a little deep breath.

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Y/n sits in the chair Trevor was sitting in before, leg bouncing like crazy due to nerves. The curly haired boy, who thankfully grew out his hair some, was speaking words of reassurance to them. It was already four in the afternoon, the days passing on and blending into each other for poor Y/n.

They couldn't even remember how many days ago it was that The Possessor scared the shit out of them with a chair.

Finally, there's a knock on the door, which Trevoe quickly walks over to answer. They felt like they were going to vomit, if they even could.

"Y/n?"

They quickly look up, hearing the familiar voice calling their name. They'd never felt or heard something so familiar that it instantly warmed up their heart.

Their father stands in the doorway, Trevor in front of him as he walks toward them.

The man walks with a limp, carrying his 200 pound body down the hallway. A bushy beard covered the bottom half of his face, grey hairs peaking out between it. He wore a baseball cap, hiding whatever grey hairs he had up there as well.

Y/n quickly stands up, laying eyes on their father after all this time. They felt their whole core begin to burn as they saw him again.

"Dad?"

He smiles, opening his arms. "Y/n"

They quickly run to him, then almost through him, forgetting they were a ghost. They wrap their arms around him, knowing the couldn't make physical contact. He does the same, arms stiffly heald around each other.

"I missed you so much" They cry, looking up at him. "I thought you died"

The two pull their arms away from each other. Trevor watches a few feet away with a smile.

The older man smiles somberly, "I almost did, Y/n/n"

"Are you okay?" They quickly ask, looking at him up and down.

He sighs and shrugs, "I don't think there's been a day where I've been okay without you"

The burning only became worse, nearly hurting them. They didn't know if it was good or bad but you wanted to enjoy this.

"I love you, Dad"

"I love you too. I'm sorry I failed you" He speaks, tears falling down his cheeks. "I'm sorry for everything"

"It's okay" They lightly smile with a chuckle, the action performed by their surprise, shock and happiness of the situation. "I'm okay. Trevor has been helping me try to find you"

He looks back at Trevor who gives him a warm smile and nod, then back to them. They were beginning the process to fade away. Tiny, microscopic pieces of them began drifting away like leaves against the wind. They look down at themselves, feeling the fading and numbing sensation.

Their father nods, seeing the look of 'I need to speak to Trevor' and 'I love you' mixed in their eyes.

They quickly walk over to Trevor, wrapping their arms around him, still stiffly holding them over his shoulders.

"Thank you, so much. I can't thank you enough, Trev"

He smiles, wrapping his arms around them. "Thank you for trusting me, Y/n/n"

They can feel their body trembling, feeling themselves fade into nothing. They hear and feel Trevor crying a bit, trying to hide it.

"Hey, it's alright, I'll be okay" They chuckle, seeing the boy wipe his tears away as they're no longer halfway-hugging.

"I know" He nods, "Have fun moving on"

They lightly smile, and look back at their father. They hold onto whatever memories they had with both him and Trevor, waving goodbye to both of them as they fade into the oxygen around them.

Y/n's father wipes his tears, looking at Trevor now that they're completely gone, for good this time.

"Thank you for bringing me back to my child. Even if it was only for a moment. I can't find the words to express how much I thank you for that"

Trevor nods, "It's okay. Thank you for bringing such a kind soul into the world, Mr. L/n"

"You can call me F/n, son"

#lowkeyrobin #trevor spengler x reader #trevor spengler #finn wolfhard x reader #finn wolfhard #ghostbusters frozen empire #ghostbusters afterlife #ghostbusters x reader #gender neutral reader #gn reader #they/them reader #gn!reader

[formosusiniquis]

In a turn of events surprising exactly no one among the group, it's Dustin's who starts the whole thing. He calls a formal party meeting, and an hour after the message goes out over the walkie Steve has a living room full of anxious freshman and Eddie Munson -- and him and Robin who are mostly there because the meeting had to be held at Steve's house for some reason.

Dustin's sense of dramatics have come to rival Eddie's, and he waits until they're all seated before he even bothers coming out from where he hid himself with a manilla folder under one arm and the only white sheet in Steve's house, that had definitely come from off of his parent's bed, under the other. He doesn't say a word as he throws the sheet over the entertainment center and comes back again wheeling in an overhead projector. Steve can still faintly make out O'Donnell written on the side. "I'm sure you're wondering why I've gathered you all here today," Dustin punctuated his sentence with the heavy click of the projector being switched on.

The fan doesn't drown out the screaming from the crowd.

"You made it sound like an emergency."

"How did you get that here?"

"How did you get it at all?"

"Please," Dustin interrupts, "save all questions for the end." From his manilla folder he slaps a pre-written laminate down on the light table. Projecting, enlarged for everyone to see, 'Why Lucien is secretly the big bad of the whole campaign: a presentation by Dustin Henderson."

"This is the lamest reason for petty theft ever." Eddie gripes. Clearly more upset than Henderson had actually figured the plot twist out, Steve remembers how proud of himself he'd been when he talked himself through it weeks ago.

"Did you help him do this?" Steve asks, afraid of the answer. 

"Obviously not, why would I spoil my own-"

"The projector, Eddie."

"I mean barely, I was more of a getaway driver. Really, if she wanted to keep her projector she shouldn't have moved it out into the hallway so they could wax the floors. I didn't know he was going to use it for evil."

Henderson clears his throat, a disgusting phlegmy hem-hem, "If you're going to talk through the presentation, you'll be asked to leave."

The attitude on the kid, really.

It becomes a thing after that. Steve already has the projector, it's not like he can bring it back to the highschool. What would he even say, 'Sorry about the confusion, my overhead projector looks just like this one.' When there's nothing good at Family Video to rent or it's raining too hard to use the pool, they'll all go to different corners of the house with a stack of ten laminate sheets, a wet erase marker, and a vague theme. Then they come back and share what they've come up with.

The group is incapable of not instigating some kind of competition, at the end of the night they'd fight and argue over whose presentation was best. Steve participated half the time, but more often than not let himself be talked into playing referee to make sure no one's feelings got too hurt. On those nights he'd add onto Robin's. His favorite: why star trek is better than star wars (with footnotes from Steve)

It's at least twice as gay, kirk and spock are basically alien married and uhura definitely had a thing for spock's wife. All star wars has is the robots and they're barely main characters.

Steve note: Spock's half-vulcan status can be looked at the same as being bi or genderqueer, not feeling like you belong right in either half of your identity cause you aren't enough of one or the other -- Luke is just a twink with a nice wardrobe.

The Party could argue about anything, but Steve wasn't exactly surprised when the young adults got in on the fun too. The projector didn't usually come out until they were all drunk or stoned enough to admit that they had been waiting all night to make their presentations. Unlike the kids who mostly treat the games like debate team: who's the most powerful fictional character, what's the best PC class, what character from star wars would survive the Upside Down (he thought Erica's presentation: why the my little ponies could take down tiamat but wouldn't because they're too civilized, was especially inspired). The older teens treated it more like an amped up game of truth or dare, making up things that someone else in the group should have to do and encouraging the rest of the group to join in too.

They started the night off with Argyle's "Why Steve should give me his secret brownie recipe" which turned out to be mostly about how good they would taste as weed brownies and Eddie and Jon were quick to join his side.

They go around like that advocating for bad decisions like consequences don't exist, like they could be kids again. Robin thinks they should get tattoos, Steve is easily swayed. Jon proposes a road trip back to California. Nancy says they should all move to Boston with her. Eddie thinks the core four should start a band. Steve waits for his turn.

Steve has had his pages written and waiting for days. He knows exactly how long it takes his friends every time they meet to get wasted enough to give in to the temptation to wheel out his contraband projector. Once Robin is finished shouting at Eddie about how they're the only ones with any musical gifts he takes his turn.

"Why Eddie Munson should go out with me: a presentation by Steve Harrington."

#steddie #at the end but it was the foundation on which the rest of this was built #stranger things #stranger things fic #my fic #i saw a picture of one of the old overhead projectors and had a visceral flashback to my school years #they were being phased out but my 8th grade math teacher insisted on keeping his til he retired #honestly superior to the smart board #core memory drawing on the one in my moms classroom as a kid #hands stained by wet erase expo markers #anyway if theres a will theres a way and the party would eat up those ppt presentation nights

[chirpsythismorning]

It would appear I am indeed one of the very few optimistic (delusional?) Bylers left.

Not saying that if you feel hopeless and need to move on, that you can't. A lot of you have been through this before with other shows. Again and again. You’re tired and fed-up and you have every right to be.

Technically, Season 5 won't be out for another 2+ years anyways, which means the best thing for everyone regardless is to get whatever we need off our chests now and then to just go on a hiatus for the foreseeable future. 

When it comes to how I feel about Vol. 2, there were definitely at least a few good moments. If this season has anything going for it, it’s the emotional value. This is without a doubt the most I’ve cried ever while watching the show. One scene in particular that had me on the floor was the scene with Will and El reuniting and hugging. And of course the scene with Will and Mike in the van (DAMN YOU NOAH SCHNAPP FOR MAKING ME SOB SO HARD ALL DAY THAT I GOT A MIGRAINE!)

But yes, I am a Byler. So you could say I was a bit disappointed in that department.

And yet still, I think my take on the later part of season 4 is much different from the majority.

Because personally, I don’t think that what played out in Vol. 2 means that Byler is dead. If anything, I believe it to be more endgame than I did before (well, at least in comparison to pre-s4. There’s no denying pre-Vol. 2 confidence levels remain unmatched. Truly the best era for the Byler fandom to date).

I think my main issue is, like so many of us on here, I thought it was guaranteed we would get to see Mike become aware of Will’s feelings. 

Alas, we did not.

And to be totally clear, without this revelation, Byler can’t go anywhere. 

Neither forwards, nor technically backwards.

This means the baiting game is not over. Which as bad as it sounds, is why I’m still so optimistic…

Now, if they had made Will’s feelings obvious to Mike, or even the fact that Will is gay as being obvious to Mike, but STILL had Mike behave the way he did in Vol. 2, now THAT would have sucked. It would have been canon rejection on Mike’s end.

But we didn’t even get rejection from Mike. 

Instead, we got Will coming off as a hardcore M*leven shipper in Mike's eyes, all while the audience was getting the exact opposite interpretation of this situation; that Will is helplessly in love with Mike. 

Will is able to voice the extent of his love, albeit through advice to Mike about his own situation with El, in a way that no one else on the show has been able to. Most of the other characters need a bunch of bystanders to make them realize their feelings and push them in that direction. But Will, he doesn’t need someone holding his hand along the way, telling him what the right thing to do or say is. His love isn’t something he needs to really think about in order to understand it. It just is.

(Which is SO fucking ironic when you think about how Mike always needs help with figuring out his feelings for El and even sounds like he’s reading off a script when he’s trying to explain himself to her. Whereas with Will, s2 monologue teas, it’s the most natural thing Mike’s ever done. Unscripted, straight from the heart… And both Vol. 1-2 continued to drive home this concept, so maybe jot that down..)

It’s just that, unfortunately, in Will’s eyes, Mike will never return this love, which means his only option is to let Mike go. If supporting Mike and El’s relationship means putting himself dead last in every respect, so that his best friend and his sister can be happy, Will is going to do just that. 

But as far as Mike knows, Will holds no romantic feelings for him. I mean after all, Will is guiding Mike literally every step of the way to confessing his love to El, and that doesn't sound like the behavior of someone who’s in love with you, now does it? 

So why would Mike, throw everything on the line, including the survival of their family and friends in Hawkins by not simply just telling his gf he loves her? All while El is right there loving him and needing his love to fight (presumably), with Will beside him literally rooting for him to do just that? This is very obviously the only option in Mike’s eyes.

Which is ironic, because in a way, I think that Mike has truly never seen him and Will as an option, just like Will, but for an entirely different reason. 

Mike views his feelings for Will as childish, something he will grow out of, or at least should have by now.

“We’re not kids anymore. What did you think, really? That we were never going to get girlfriends? That we were just going to sit in my basement and play games for the rest of our lives?”

If Mike can’t love El, then how can he possibly love any women? She’s special. She’s a superhero. He HAS to love her, right? It’s the best option he could ever possibly have. Well, at least considering…

But what happens when suddenly, he comes to the realization that him and Will ARE an option? And that the only thing ever stopping them was himself and his inability to just be honest with everyone and himself?

I think the truth is, there’s a reason that they’re holding off on this revelation for Mike. 

It will be a catalyst. It will change everything.

Now, how exactly do you think Mike is going to react to this? The fact that Will was in love with him this whole time and he had no idea?

Honestly, I think he’s going to react horribly, but not for the reason everyone assumes.

Because I would argue that, if Mike was going to react badly with disgust or even just let Will down nicely to confirm it’s indeed unrequited, then the Duffer’s would have just given this revelation up by now. But they haven’t.

Once Mike finds out that Will is (probably always will be) in love with him, and that instead of telling him, Will used his love to help Mike get closer to El, even when Mike himself was having doubts over and over? That Will went as far as to lie about the painting he worked so hard on for Mike in order to rekindle their dying friendship, to instead insinuate it was commission from El, to give Mike that final push he needed to even have the courage to tell El he loved her? That all the moments like this that they shared as of late, was really just Will talking about himself? That the only reason he was able to tell El he loved her in the first place, was because he was so moved by Will’s love for him??

This is going to break Mike.

And let’s be real here, two episodes would not have done this revelation justice. 

So now, just knowing the direction they went for Vol. 2, as well as coming to terms with it, I have reached the conclusion that, despite how bleak things seem now, ‘maybe all of this is happening for a reason’ (s2 Mike Wheeler, we miss u).

Which brings me to the other most important piece of the puzzle, which is that, arguably, El needs to be the one who ends things once and for all.

The general audience has been given the impression El is head over heels in love with Mike, and so of course they were rooting for Mike to get on with it and just tell her he loved her. 

But that’s the interesting part. He finally did tell her, but her reaction in the aftermath was not something a lot of fans expected. 

It seems that she’s distancing herself from Mike, a fact that Will acknowledges to Mike later at Hopper’s cabin, with Mike genuinely confused because he thought he did the one thing he had to do. 

He told her he loved her. Which makes everything alright now, right?

But maybe it doesn’t.

Maybe the reminder we got, of that speech from Max to El, about how she didn’t need Mike or Hopper or ANY man to know her worth, was foreshadowing for what honestly needs to happen in order for El to really process and realize her own true feelings about Mike.

Because, although I do believe El genuinely thought she loved Mike, is it possible that Mike was not only having doubts about saying it because of the reasons he argued, or even because of some repressed feelings for Will, but also because El hadn’t given him what he needed to truly believe she loved him.

Mike, like a lot of people, doesn’t need to hear “I love you” to believe that someone loves him.

“I didn’t say it.”

“You didn’t have to.”

He wants something more meaningful, or more specifically, something along the lines of the speech Will gave to him in the van.

Will’s confession disguised as El’s, was what Mike needed to finally say I love you to El... 

Something I think we also got caught up in, is this idea that the Duffer’s were just going to drop M*leven and throw in Byler, with everything else going on, while they still have a whole ass season to promote for another 3+ years, and to their mostly 80’s loving homophobic audience. If Byler is going to happen, it’s going to be the definition of slow-burn and endgame. That’s literally the only way. 

This puzzle is complex, which sucks if you want all the answers now, because we’re just not going to get them. If they give up all their moves, then what is the point of telling the story at all? 

Other pieces of the puzzle include things that arguably still need to happen before Byler can, even regardless of the constraints they have as show-runners who run the biggest show on Netflix’s dying platform. 

Things like Will and El’s love for each other as brother and sister. Considering all the fans that said Will hates El because he didn’t stand up to her bullies or that he’s a home-wrecker who just wants to get with her boyfriend, is why I do think they needed to debunk these insinuations within the narrative. And boy oh boy did they deliver on that front. Will is the most selfless son of a bitch on the planet, who loves his best friend and his sister so much. They made that very clear. And you can see that despite a few homophobes here and there, the general audience's reaction to Will in Vol 2 is sympathy and to Mike it's confusion and betrayal...

Hmm, making El realize she doesn't even love Mike, after making Will's unrequited feelings for Mike more clear, after making Mike behave like an IDIOT this entire time juggling these two relationships, only for him to become aware of whats going on, and to clearly be in love with Will?

Sounds like a good way to set up Byler to an audience that might not have humored it before...

And like I said, with how important I do think it was for this to happen in order for them to go the Byler route, is why I don’t necessarily see this approach as a bad thing. We even got the Will and El hug in 4x08, which maybe it’s just because Noah and Millie are so close, but I would easily rank that on my top most well-earned moments in the whole show.

We NEEDED that. Especially in terms of what is likely to come in season 5 with Byler endgame...

Also, yes the Will angst sucked and it's just trauma porn at this point. I’m not going to deny that fully. I agree with pretty much all of the criticism in regards to how they chose to do certain things when they didn't necessarily have to, but I also simultaneously am able to understand that it again, maybe this is all happening for a reason. If they are indeed going to have Will play a big role in the final season, than them forgetting his birthday, Mike being oblivious and all this other shit he's been through combined, sets up a really arc for him next season, not even necessarily a villain one, but all of this pain has the potential to lead to a happy ending. And I'm being full serious.

Like we have Finn Wolfhard saying the ending of Stranger Things will be like the ending of Schitt’s Creek??? That it will end at it's highest point. The last episode of Schitt’s Creek is literally a happily ever after gay wedding, there's no other way to interpret that…

We also know that a lot of ideas for the last seasons were planned from the beginning, with David Harbour saying that he knew the ending way back in s2 and that it's beautiful and has been the intended plan all along. That there's easter eggs that will have us going 'WOW this is what we've been watching the whole time'? That it's wonderful?

If you’re the level of Byler truther that believes they were somewhat planned all along from the beginning, then you would also know that if they plan a happy ending for Mike and Will, then they would have no problem killing us this painfully in the beginning of the end, because they know we’ll be the ones cheering on by the actual end, and it'll be the homophobes who are pissed and stuck with this result forever as endgame. 

I’m just saying, don’t be surprised when s5 gets closer and we actually see them promoting Byler… like a lot. And we actually start getting in canon hints at scenes with El herself even trying to get them together.

Groveling Mike Wheeler era?

Will finding a potential new love interest and Mike pining/jealous?

Come ONNN! You guys are way more delusional than you’re giving yourselves credit for and I urge you to join me!!!

#byler #stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things 5? #stranger things spoilers #stranger things theory #stranger things meta #byler evidence #byler season 4 #byler proof #byler nation #byler better be canon #be gay make byler canon #mike x will #byler tumblr #byler st4 #mike wheeler #will byers #noah schnapp #finn wolfhard #duffer brothers

[artzychic27]

I said I'd make incorrect quotes for this

Myléne: Of course fair-skinned people have problems.

Sabrina: Yeah, but it's the same way rich people have problems.

Adrien: What?

Sabrina: Oh no, I can't fit all my money in my pockets.

Nino: Heavens, the butler is sick. Who will apply my SPF-162 to my translucent fair skin?

—

Kim: Drake jokes are not light skin jokes.

Adrien: Of course they are. You're saying he's soft because he's light-skinned.

Kim: No, I'm saying he's soft because he pees with his pinky out.

—

Nino:*Voiceover* Another thing Black people don’t like to talk about is the gay people in their family or friend group. Take my friend, Nathaniel. He’s gay… I think. He watches a crap-ton of anime with his friend, Marc, who reads a lot of Yaoi manga, and they share custody of a cat they found, Kitty Lang. So, yeah, he’s definitely gay.

—

Max: White people stole our freedom. You don’t think they’ll come in here and steal my X-box?

—

Marinette: Well if I'm not really black, then could somebody please tell my hair and my ass?

—

Marc: *Leaving a store with Kiran; The store alarm goes off and he sees that he’s holding a bag. Several officers quickly surround him* Oh really?! Oh, I see, it takes you two hours to find a little black boy, and then you're here in two seconds when I accidentally steal a clutch? Well, you know what? I'm keeping it!

—

Alya: This ain't our culture, we're black, not African. Africans don't even like us.

—

Lila: Juleka, if you can handle our class’ issues with complexion, then you can handle anybody else’s.

Juleka: What issues?

Marinette: *Voiceover* If you’re wondering why this feels like an accident about to happen, it’s because colorism is something Black families really don’t like to talk about. And in this classroom? We’re family.

Lila: I just meant you’ll get used to it. You know, since we’re all a little colorist. I mean, especially Marinette.

Marinette: The hell you saying?

Lila: Oh. My bad, did you wanna be the one to break it to her?

—

Marc: Adrien, who has been doing your hair?

Adrien: Oh, my stylists.

Nino: White stylists hired by white daddy.

Juleka: Ah. What shampoo do you use?

Adrien: I use Tom's of Maine.

Kim: Like the state?

Adrien: No, like the toothpaste. They make a six-in-one, so it's soap, shampoo, a laundry detergent-

Marc: Okay, okay. What are we gonna do with his hair? I mean, are we twisting it? Braiding it?

Adrien: Well, I like braids like yours', but, I don't think I have enough hair.

Marc: *Pulls out some synthetic hair* Oh, don't worry about that, we've got plenty.

Adrien: Oh! Oh, no, I don't want somebody else's hair.

Juleka: What the hell do you think I have?

Adrien: So, your hair is a liar?

Juleka: Oh, I'mma hit him for real this time.

—

Gabriel: It is a six-in-one!

Adrien: But it doesn't work on black hair!

Nino: Straight facts.

Alya: Fucking right!

Marinette: That's tea, bitch.

—

Marc: I refuse to soften my tone or remove slang from my vocabulary just to be compatible with a system created on stolen land and slave labor!

Luka: Ooh, yeah. Speak on it.

Marc: I’m gonna talk how I talk, like Ryan Coogler. He’ll be on The View sound Black as fuck. Even Whoopi be confused.

Chloé: Oh, please! You think Ryan Coogler sounds the same as a cookout in East Oakland as he does in a boardroom at Disney?

Rose: You know who doesn’t code switch? Eeyore. He’s always sad.

Luka: Oh, that’s true. That donkey suffers.

Adrien: What about Jay-Z?

Marc: What about HOV?

Adrien: You’re celebrating him, and he’s the ultimate code-switcher!

Marc: Look, whatever, code-switching is corny as shit.

Adrien: I’m not corny! I’m super popular at parties and red carpet events!

Marc: Let’s dissect this, though! Why do they like you? Because you’re the light-skinned black guy white directors wanna cast in all sorts of movies as the lead so they can say, “See? We’re diverse!” You hoop? You know how to do the latest viral dance?! You do the “whoa” for them?!

—

Ivan: It’s about putting to rest some very ugly stereotypes… So no watermelon.

—

Adrien: He says you’re never supposed to say that word.

Nino: Gabriel can’t say it, ‘cause he’s of the Caucasian persuasion. But you can.

Adrien: Oh, no, no. I don’t- I definitely cannot.

Alya: Yes, you can.

Adrien: I promise you, it is not okay for me to say that word.

—

Nathaniel: Adrien, your dad is shitty as fuck. And worst of all, he’s been depriving you of your own culture.

Adrien: He has?

Juleka: Yes, have you ever had your hair braided?

Adrien: No.

Alix: Forced to watch a bootleg of a Tyler Perry play?

Adrien: I don’t know.

Rose: Do you prefer pumpkin pie, or sweet potato pie?

Adrien: What’s the difference?

Rose: I’m gonna slap him in the face.

Nathaniel: Your dad has not let you be Black.

Adrien: What?!

—

Marc: So, you’re mad at Louis because you think he thinks you can’t swim? Which you can’t.

Alix: You can’t swim?!

Nathaniel: Well, I-

Rose: Hold up. So, when we’re swimming, and you’re just dangling your feet, reading a book, supposedly life guarding us… Is that for show?

Kim: Yeah. He’s basically just there to witness your drowning.

—

Akuma Class: *Watching the news with their fingers crossed*

Nadja: The shooter has been described as a six foot tall…

Nino: Don’t be black, don’t be black, don’t be black!

Marinette: Come on…

Nadja: White male.

Akuma Class: *Cheering*

Kim: Hell yeah!

Marc: *Walks into the room* Eight people died.

Marinette: Oh…

Ivan: Yeah, that happened.

Sabrina: Right… But we didn’t do it!

Akuma Class: *Continue cheering*

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous #black characters #mlb au #they all black #that’s the au #kinda wanna give them all black-sounding names now

[femininefutbol]

fast cars and beautiful women

series masterlist here

prompt: you are a super car driver who takes alexia putellas on a joy ride

word count: 3.9k

a/n: i'm considering potentially making this into a little series if people are at all interested?

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“(Y/N)!” your boss calls out to you as soon as you walk into the compound, you groan already knowing that he is going to have some ridiculous task for you to do, which means that you won’t have a smooth day of training today like you had hoped. 

“Buenos Dias Javi, what do you want from me today?” you ask with a knowing look. 

“You know me too well, we have some members of the Barcelona Femení Football Club coming in later today, would you possibly be able to take them around the track and do some media, it won’t take too long I promise” he asks, pleading with his eyes knowing that you would be the perfect candidate to represent that brand to these women and the world. 

“That actually doesn't sound horrible, I’d be happy to help, let me know when they are here” you respond, already walking off towards your lot preparing for your regular day and also the media opportunity that you have been roped into. 

You spend the next hour or two working on one of your cars, absolutely loving the challenge of the mechanics of a car. 

“(Y/N)!” Javi calls out again, making his presence known as you are underneath the car working on things. 

You roll out from underneath the car, smiling cheekily as your eyes meet Javi’s. 

“You know you don’t have to work on that thing, I can get one of the boys to look at it” Javi informs you, it is useless though as just like every other time he offers, you wave him off. “Anyway, that doesn’t matter at the moment, I have some people to introduce you to”

As he mentions others you look behind him, your eyes immediately fall to a beautiful woman and suddenly your confidence dissolves as you are unsure that you will even manage to make basic conversation with her. 

“This is Ana-Maria Crnogorčević” Javi points at the other woman which you admittedly hadn't even taken notice of due to your focus being solely on the brunette, “and this is Alexia Putellas, they both play for Barcelona but Alexia here is the captain” he informs you, and now that he has mentioned it you have definitely seen her face plastered around town and all over TV. 

“It’s nice to meet you both” you speak politely, your vision clearly focused on Alexia. 

You must have been staring for a little too long because Javi clears his throat bringing your attention to him, when you do you notice him motioning for you to get up. 

“Sorry” you speak sheepishly to the two women, you stand up and stick your hand out to shake their hands but notice that there is oil and dirt all over it. 

“I’m just going to wash my hands, feel free to look around” you inform them, not leaving any room for arguments from Javi as you disappear before he has the opportunity to speak. 

In the bathroom, you spend probably too much time fixing your hair and outfit. You make sure you look presentable for Alexia and hyping yourself up to actually hold a conversation with the beautiful woman, wanting to make a better impression on her throughout the day than you had with your initial introduction. 

As you do this Alexia and Ana-Maria take up your offer looking around the room which consists of a few tool boxes, a wooden shelving unit that clearly doubles as a desk from the look of it with your laptop and a range of paperwork spread along it, as well as some knick knacks that you have collected. The main feature that peaks the women's interest though is the metal floor to ceiling cabinets which take up the entire back wall of your workshop and are covered in photos, postcards and other paper memories that could give anyone a synopsis of your entire life. 

“Ale, she’s gay” Ana-Maria whispers to Alexia, pointing at a picture of you and your best friends basically head-to-toe in rainbow smiling brightly while standing on a float at pride. 

Alexia doesn’t pay attention to Ana-Maria though instead she is entranced with the section of your wall that holds multitudes of photos of you and your family, mainly your niece and nephew, along with drawings and letters from them that declare their love for you. 

“Find anything that sticks out? I’d be happy to explain to them” you speak softly, not wanting to startle the two women who are clearly focused on the photographic details of your life. 

“Are you gay?” Ana-Maria asks with absolutely no shame, while she is pretty sure that you are, it doesn't hurt to hear it straight from the source. 

“I feel like that one is a little obvious” you chuckle, noticing that she has found the looking section of the wall that holds photos of yourself and your friends from pride parades you’ve been to over the years. 

“It doesn’t hurt to ask, I have a better question though, is this your girlfriend?” she asks pointing at one of the photos where you have a girl on your lap the two of you seemingly passionately making out. 

The question is what causes Alexia to turn her attention towards the two of you. She feels a tightness in her chest, a sadness overcoming her at the thought of you not being single. 

“Oh absolutely not!” you laugh quickly, a small smile overcomes Alexias features as your reaction seems to tell her all she needs to know about your relationship status. “That is my best friend, we just really love the Spanish best friends stereotype” you admit knowing that it probably does really look like the two of you are dating even though you could never imagine dating her. 

“Anything pique your interest?” you move across the workshop a little to ask Alexia hoping that she at least wants to know a little more about you. 

“This is your family?” she asks, pointing at a photo that displays the small family you have. 

You had just won your first ever professional race, your niece is sat on your shoulders the two of you holding the trophy above your head while your father stands next to you smiling proudly looking directly at the camera, your sister is crouched in front of you with an arm around your nephew who is looking up at the trophy in awe. 

“Yep, that’s all of us” you smile at the memory, even though you only have a small family you are all extremely close and they have made it out to every race possible always being there to support you. 

“It’s a cute photo” Alexia offers sweetly, enjoying seeing how much family means to you rather than obsessing over your relationships and social life as Ana-Maria has been. 

“Thank you” you respond in a similar tone, smiling at the brunette before turning your attention back to what the women are actually here to do.

“Well we can come back to the photos but I heard that I’m going to be taking the two of you out for a little bit of a joy ride” you speak, an air of confidence that was lost when you first met the women returning as you prepare to enter your comfort zone. 

“I’m going first” Ana-Maria speaks up quickly. 

“Sure thing, just follow me out here” you wave her closer to the roller door that is opening, handing her a helmet as you and the two footballers make your way outside. 

“How fast are we going to be going?” Ana-Maria asks, watching as one of your teammates basically flies along the track. 

“Top speed is usually around 150mph but we probably won't go that fast, there will be a radio in your helmet so you can communicate with me but it does also tune through our radio tower and to our ground crew, so don’t say anything you wouldn’t want them to hear” you point up the the radio tower which is where a few team members spend their time. 

“Right, so only flirt with you outside of the car” Ana-Maria states with a small chuckle, something that is missed by you but not Ana is the small glare on Alexia’s face when she mentions flirting with you. 

“I’m sure some of these guys need a good lesson in flirting if you want to show them how it’s done” you joke with her, attempting to keep the atmosphere light.

“I’ll see what I can do” Ana-Maria states with a wink. 

“Okay here is your helmet, once it is done up feel free to hop in and one of the guys will strap you in” you inform her, leaving her for a moment to grab your own helmet. 

You notice Alexia standing with her arms crossed, her previous soft expression turned stoic. 

“Are you okay?” you ask hoping that she isn’t secretly worried about the ride. 

“Yeah, I’m fine thanks” she answers shortly, an indication that she likely won’t elaborate if you ask. 

“Okay well I shouldn’t be too long with your teammate, there are some snacks in that drawer if you are hungry and if you end up not wanting to ride just let me or someone else know, there is no pressure” you explain to her, attempting to ease whatever has caused that change in attitude. 

You see her smile for a second, the action causes you to shyly smile as well before you turn back towards your car, watching Ana-Maria get strapped in, you put your helmet on focusing on the task at hand. 

After all the mandatory checks, and extra set up from the camera crew you are finally able to start driving. You let go of everything that is worrying you, feeling fully relaxed and content being able to do the thing that makes you happiest in life. 

You basically forget that there is even someone else in the car with you until you go around the first corner. 

“OH MY GOD” Ana-Maria screams, likely not used to the speed in which you are travelling. 

“Too fast?” you ask with a small smirk knowing that this isn’t even your top speed. When she doesn’t reply you push your foot down on the gas pedal making the car go even faster which makes her scream and laugh. 

The entire ride there isn’t much talking, there are some occasional screams from Ana-Maria and laughter from you as she squeezes your shoulder when going around turns. 

Once you are out of the car you are quick to take your helmet off, shaking your head back and forth in quite an attractive manner according to the two Barcelona players. 

“Okay (Y/N), they want you to do a quick interview with Ana-Maria and then we’ll do the same thing once more with Alexia” Javi informs you, pointing over to where Ana-Maria is standing in front of a camera crew waiting for you so the interview can begin. 

You make your way over standing next to Ana, waiting for some sort of direction as to what is required of you. 

“So Ana-María what was it like having (Y/N) drive you around today?” a person behind the camera asks. 

“It was insane, you’d think it would be scary but I felt extremely safe with (Y/N) driving although I hope she doesn’t drive that fast on the regular roads” she explains. 

You laugh slightly, “I can assure you I do not drive like that on regular roads although it would cut down travel time significantly I assume” your answer making everyone else laugh.

You go through some other random question and answer things, not particularly getting involved much as most of the questioning is focused towards Ana-Maria and her experience. 

“Thank you for this incredible experience” Ana-Maria thanks you at the end of her interview. 

“Yeah of course, I’m always happy to show people a little bit of my passion, you’ll have to teach me some football tricks in return sometime” you joke. 

“That could be arranged” Ana-Maria winks. 

You just giggle at her offer knowing that there is no way you would make it out alive if you stepped foot on a football pitch. 

“(Y/N)! It’s time to take Alexia for a ride” Javi calls out rather frantically, obviously trying to keep a tight schedule for the day. 

You make your way back over to your car, leaving Ana-Maria trailing behind you, her eyes trailing to your ass, unbeknownst to you, Alexia catches her though sending a mean glare her way. 

You look up, noticing the same stoic look on Alexia’s face that was there before, you begin to worry that she really doesn’t want to go on this ride at all. 

“You really don’t have to do this if you don’t want to” you speak, carefully laying a comforting hand on Alexia’s arm, the action immediately causing her face to soften, a smile overtaking her features. 

“I want to” she assures you, “I’ve never been in a super car before” she informs you, the vibe improves drastically as you are no longer worried that she feels obligated to be involved. 

“Well it is a lot of fun, and not to brag but I am a pretty good driver so I will keep you safe” you explain, focusing all your attention on her, not caring about anyone else who is around, your only goal now is to ensure that she is comfortable and having a good time. 

“Do you promise?” she asks with a childlike look in her eye, she holds out her pinky waiting for you to pinky promise her. 

“Absolutely” you grab onto her pinky, you move your thumb up, and a dejected look crosses your features when she doesn’t do the same. 

“What are you doing?” she asks curiously. 

“Here, move your thumb to met mine” you guide her, your thumb now connected with hers, “now the promise is locked, you still have to kiss your thumb though, that is what really seals that deal” she watches as you move your head to kiss your thumb, she then hesitantly does the same herself the two of you practically kissing. 

She awkwardly moves away after a moment, a clear moment occurring between the two of you. She gathers herself silently going on to state, “I’ve never made a pinky promise like that” 

“It’s the only way to do it, otherwise you are a ‘liar liar pants on fire’ according to my nephew” you inform her, smiling as she laughs at the comment.

“Well with all promises are locked up, so are you ready to go now?” you ask her. 

“Yep all good” 

“Perfect” you hand her a helmet, grabbing your own in the process. 

You both get into the car and rather than letting someone else buckle her in like you did with Ana-Maria you do it yourself, taking extra care to ensure that the buckles are secure and that there will be no issue during her ride. 

“Ready?” you ask her. 

You watch as she lights up at the sound of your voice over the radio. 

“Let's do it” she responds, offering you a thumbs up. 

As she does you take off quickly, relishing in the giggly screams that are heard over the radio, a clear indication that she is having a good time. 

At one corner you take a rough turn, a slight panic taking over as you weren’t prepared for anything to go wrong in this way as it is just supposed to be a casual joy ride.

Alexia senses that something isn’t quite right, grabbing onto her seat tightly. You control the car quickly, slowing down to what is still an extremely fast speed but not racing speed, you also hold your hand out, Alexia grabbing onto it, still slightly worried from the scare. You squeeze her hand once, an indication that you will keep your promise to keep her safe. 

The rest of your ride goes a lot smoother, although that may be due to the fact that Alexia doesn’t let go of your hand at all, forcing you to drive slower than you would have, not wanting to endanger Alexia by going faster than you can handle without full control of the car. 

As the car comes to a stop Alexia unhooks her hand from yours, silently bringing her hand into her own, another bout of awkwardness overcoming the two of you, although it doesn’t last long as some of your crew open Alexia’s door, helping her out of the car as you worry about getting yourself out. 

Once the two of you are out of the car Javi points you in the direction of the camera crew that is still set up, silently informing you that you will have to go through the same media interview that you did with Ana-Maria after her ride. 

“Alexia, how was your ride with (Y/N) today?” a guy behind the camera asks the same first question. 

“It was a ride for sure, um it was very fun, obviously there was a little bit of a scare there for a moment but (Y/N) promised me before that she would keep me safe and she did” Alexia answers, a small smile appearing when she mentions the pinky promise. 

“Well I made a pinky promise, and I never break those so of course I had to keep the football worlds la reina safe” you joke, hearing Ana-Maria calling her that at one point to annoy her. 

Just like with Ana-Maria everyone laughs at your joke and then they go on to ask her a bunch of questions that don’t involve you, basically just getting footage to prompt your team's car as the footballers are ambassadors for the brand. 

You and Alexia make your way back towards your workshop where Ana-Maria and a few other people are standing around. 

“No fair (Y/N), why did Ale get a dangerous experience and I didn’t” she asks jokingly.

“It wasn’t on purpose” you admit bashfully, not liking to have to admit that you made a mistake on your drive. 

“I’m just kidding, we all make mistakes in our professions, even la reina here” Ana-Maria nudges Alexia as she speaks. 

The teasing is not able to continue though as the escort that the players arrived with informs them that it is time to leave. 

“Thank you so much for taking time out of your day to take us on a ride today” Alexia states in an extremely professional tone, any air of the sweet smiley Alexia completely disappearing. 

“Yeah of course” you answer in much the same way, “I hope you had a good day” 

“We did” Alexia speaks again, nudging Ana-Maria, silently informing her that she needs to thank you. 

“Yeah, thank you for today (Y/N), it was a wonderful day” Ana-Maria states the same in the same professional tone as Alexia. 

You finish exchanging casual pleasantries and in basically no time at all the two of them make their way out of your workshop. 

You feel a little defeated after they leave, annoyed at yourself that you weren’t bold enough to ask for Alexia’s number. Although you conclude that it probably wasn’t appropriate, as she didn’t really seem interested in you, you had more just hoped that she would be as you found her extremely attractive. 

Ultimately you decide not to dwell on what likely wouldn’t have been anyway and instead go back to working on the car that you were getting stuck into before they arrived. 

“(Y/N)!” you hear a frantic yell from a woman, it definitely doesn't sound like anyone on your team that you know, making your curiosity rise. 

You make your way out from underneath your car, your wrench tightly held in your hand in case it is an insane intruder that somehow knows your name. 

Instead of an intruder you are met with the site of Ana-Maria desperately looking around your workshop for any sign of where you may be. 

“Oh there you are” she smiles as she notices you slightly sitting up, your wrench held up in a defensive manner, “I come in peace” she puts her hands in the air slightly laughing at your reaction. 

“Sorry” you respond bashfully, lowering the wrench to the ground, “did you leave something behind?”

“Yeah I did actually” she states with a sly smile on her face. 

“What was it?” You quickly stand up, ready to help her look for whatever she left behind. 

“Your number” she answers casually. 

“Oh um, I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong idea earlier with the flirting jokes but I am actually interested in someone else” you apologise profusely, feeling horrible that you have had led her one while in reality you were stealing glances at her teammate all day. 

“I know, your number is for Alexia” she smirks as your face falls, you thought that you had hid your interest in Alexia well enough for no one around to really notice but apparently not. 

“She asked you to get it?” you ask, attempting to understand the situation that is currently occurring, a small hope within you that Alexia did want your number but was too shy to ask you herself.

“No but she wants it and you want hers so I am making this happen because I don’t want to listen to Alexia whine about how she should have taken a chance but didn’t for the next six months” she explains. 

“Well in that case” you begin walking over to your desk finding a post it note and a pen, scribbling down your phone number and adding a little love heart for good measure, “here you go, if she doesn’t contact me I will blow up your instagram DM’s complaining for even longer than Alexia would have” you joke, handing her the piece of paper. 

“A cute girl blowing up my DM’s doesn't sound so horrible, I may just have to omit this entire situation from Alexia just for you to message me instead” Ana-Maria states, a joking tone evident throughout. 

She begins to walk back out of the door to your workshop, offering a wave and a small ‘bye’ as she goes. Before she is fully out the door you call out to her making her stop in her tracks, turning around to look at you. 

“You think I’m cute?” you ask curiously. 

“That’s really what you want to know?” she asks, you nod your head quickly, not used to these types of interactions with people, especially not very attractive footballers. “You are very cute (Y/N) and if Alexia didn’t hopeless fall for you today I definitely would have been asking for your number for myself” 

“Good to know” you speak softly, barely allowing Ana-Maria to hear you. 

“You’ll have to thank me when you and Ale start dating” she adds with a wink, actually leaving this time as you don’t call her back. Instead you stand alone smiling to yourself, rather pleased with the way your day went.

#alexia putellas #alexia putellas x reader #alexia putellas imagine #woso #woso imagine #woso imagines #fcb femení #barcelona #fcb femeni imagine #woso x reader #espwnt #spanish wnt #fast cars series

[parkitaco]

a color i have searched for

prequel ficlet #2 to swear that it was something, requested by @amaragf

Will is well-acquainted with the nuances of coming out. He’s handled it with delicacy, the few times he’s done it - first with Jonathan, then his mother. There had been significantly more crying involved on his part than he might have preferred, but he probably should have predicted that part, in all his planning and preparation for it. He’s never been able to control his emotions. Hide them, maybe, but never control. 

It went well, though, both times, like he knew it would - the main reason he’d chosen the two of them to come out to first was because he knew they’d react well, and also maybe because part of him figured they already knew. They’d spared him the awkwardness of saying it up-front, but the coded speech Jonathan gave him in that godforsaken pizza dough freezer a million years ago and the framed picture of the rainbow spaceship he’d drawn when he was, like, ten that hangs proudly in his mother’s office says plenty on its own. He’d received bone-crushing hugs and words of affirmation and support and it had all been very emotional but ultimately good.

So, he’s at least a little bit experienced in this department, and has a solid idea of what to expect in a reaction.

One thing he did not account for, though, is the blank look El is giving him right now. 

“You,” she says slowly, eyes narrowed the way they always are when she’s trying to figure something out, “-are gay?”

Even though he’s had the word on a back burner in his brain since he was approximately twelve years old, hearing it said aloud still sends his nerves into a bit of a scramble. Will manages a nod, hands twisting nervously in his lap. They’re sitting on the floor of his bedroom, listening to a Madonna record of El’s that Will would rather die than admit that he actually sort of likes, and Will had glanced over at her- his sister, one of his best friends, outside of Mike, except that Will’s not going down that rabbit hole right now- and had just blurted it out without thinking much about it: I need to tell you something.

But now he’s actually having to say the thing, which is infinitely scarier than the lead-up to saying the thing, and if the look El is giving him right now is any indication, she has absolutely no idea what he’s talking about.

“What is… gay,” she asks slowly, sounding out the single syllable, and again Will’s nerves seize up.

It’s a fair question - what is gay? It’s an insult, sometimes, hurled at him by his peers and his father. It’s a secret, one that weighs on him like a physical thing, although maybe less of a secret now. It’s a curse, whispered in hushed tones between adults who are trying not to be derogatory and instead circling right back around to judgemental, which is almost worse. It’s his greatest shame and his greatest joy, his secret, his love, a fundamental part of who he is but not the only piece of the puzzle. It’s something Will is okay with, mostly, particularly when he looks at Mike Wheeler, marveling at how lucky he is to love him, even if it’s only from a distance.

But he is definitely not supposed to be thinking about that, because he’s talking to Mike’s ex, who broke up with him less than a month ago, and he can’t even begin to ask for her forgiveness for that aspect of it if she doesn’t understand the premise. “Um,” he says intelligently, and can feel his cheeks burning, “It’s, like. It means to be attracted to your same, uh, gender.”

El nods slowly, processing, brow furrowed. “Word of the day?” she offers, sending him a small smile, and he smiles back despite himself, relieved that she doesn’t seem disgusted or angry or any of the hateful things he’s been trained to expect.

“Yeah, sure, that can be the word of the day,” he says, laughing a little. “But- you understand?”

“I think so,” El muses, and meets his eyes warmly. “It is- boys that like boys? Romantically?”

Will’s stomach twists, and it’s all he can do to not picture a certain curly-haired, brown-eyed boy. “Yeah,” he says softly, and it feels like more of a confession than it is. He’s gotten past the first secret. He’s still undecided if he should bother sharing the second. “Is that okay?”

El makes a face, and the phrase how would I know echoes in Will’s brain, her voice bouncing around his skull. He laughs, and she grins. “I do not know why I would not be okay with it,” she says aloud, and Will wonders if he’s going to have to explain the concept of homophobia to her as well, “But yes, it is okay.”

Will knew she’d say this - being lab-grown and kind of a freak (said with affection, of course) probably makes her more accepting than most people, but this is 1986 and Hawkins and Will knows all too well that you can never be too sure of anything, here. He slumps against the end of his bed, relieved, and El smiles reassuringly at him as she scoots closer, leaning up next to him and knocking her knee against his. “Thanks, El,” he murmurs.

Anytime, she says back inside his head, and then aloud; “Why did you need to tell me that?”

Will swallows, nerves creeping back in. “Oh, I don’t know,” he squeaks, voice full of forced lightness, “I just- thought you should know.” 

El mulls this over, biting her lip. “Do other people know?”

“Mom and Jonathan,” Will says, inexplicably embarrassed, “And- maybe the Party knows, too, but I haven’t officially told them, so-”

“I won’t tell,” El interrupts quickly, knee pressing more firmly against his own with the affirmation, and Will exhales, relaxing a little. “Promise.”

They’re silent for a moment, Madonna’s voice still playing softly from Will’s record player, and he resists the urge to tap his foot along with the beat.

Then: 

“How do you know?” El asks, glancing at him with a curious look on her face, and Will bristles a little despite himself, defensive.

“What do you mean, how do I know,” he asks, and El’s face falls into a frown, confused, and he immediately regrets it. “I- sorry. Sorry.” He pauses, thinking of how best to explain it. “Um. Sometimes people say things like that because they don’t, like, believe you or something, or want to change it. Uh- you know how people sometimes say one thing when they mean something else?”

“Passive aggressive,” El recites proudly, shooting him a brilliant grin, and he huffs a laugh.

“Yeah, that’s the one. I’m just- used to that. Sorry.”

“I did not mean to offend you,” El says, eyes wide and sincere with concern, and Will, oddly, feels a little bit like crying.

“I know, it’s okay,” he says quickly, and El’s expression smooths out, relaxing. “Um- to answer your question, I mean- I don’t know. It’s just a sort of- gut feeling, I guess,” he says, thinking back to the days of Snow Balls and that sinking sensation in his chest when girls asked him to dance, knowing he didn’t like them and being faintly sure that he never would. “That your experiences don’t line up with what people are telling you you should be feeling.”

El’s face twists in thought, and she bobs her head even though Will is fairly sure that she doesn’t really know what he’s talking about. But that’s to be expected, he supposes - it’s not like she has any of her own experience in this department to compare it to her. Her expertise is fairly limited to the supernatural. “Gut feeling,” she repeats, “I don’t think I have many of those.”

Will laughs again, already feeling lighter. That’s one thing he’s learned about coming out since the first time he did it- it feels good. Afterward, anyway. “You will,” he assures her, patting her knee with one hand, “You just have some catch-up to do, that’s all.”

“Yeah,” she agrees, sounding faintly annoyed at the prospect, but she powers through anyway; “Is that all you wanted to tell me, then? That you like boys?”

“Um,” Will says, and trepidation creeps in. He has a choice to make - he could lie and say yes, and come away from the experience with a supportive sister and a generally good feeling. Or he could be honest with her, and risk having her hate him. Not that she would. Probably. But- well, it’s Hawkins and he’s Will, so you never know. “It’s kind of big, El,” he deflects instead, forcing a wry smile, “‘Is that all,’” he mimics with a scoff.

She shrugs. “You are still Will,” she points out, and the statement sparks more emotion in him than it should. “And I still love you.”

Will supposes this, ultimately, is what makes him take the leap. “Well, in that case,” he says, voice shaking a little. He curls his legs under him, shifting to look at her properly, and she glances over at him with an eyebrow raised, triumphant like she knew there had to be more to the story. “You should know that- I like one boy, specifically.” Despite his best efforts, Mike’s face appears in his mind’s eye, like a physical thing he can’t quite shake. 

El meets his eyes, gently encouraging and a little bit gleeful, pleased at the prospect of gossip. Something Max has hard-wired into El’s brain, surely. “Who?” she asks, and her voice is so light and pleased and Will can’t bear the thought of having her turn on him, but he pushes through anyway.

“Uh,” he says, “Well- okay, don’t be mad.”

The gleeful expression on El’s face slips a little, and she frowns. “Why would I be mad?”

“It’s, uh,” Will tries, all coherent thought immediately leaving his brain. He’s prepared for this, has thought through what he would say to El if, hypothetically, he were to ever tell her the truth, but the reality of the situation is much harder to control. He opens his mouth, and all his words come spilling out, desperate to escape after being caged in for so long, rambling and frenzied: “I just don’t want you to think that I was, like, trying to steal anyone, and I know you broke up but it wasn't that long ago and I don’t even know why I’m saying anything because it doesn’t matter, I’m never gonna tell him so you have nothing to-”

Will, El says, both inside his head and aloud, and Will stops short, cheeks flaming with humiliation. He hasn’t even said it, technically, but he meets El’s eyes, and they’re wide with understanding. He resists the urge to run away and hide forever. “It’s Mike?” El asks, clarifying, and the confirmation has Will groaning in embarrassment and reaching up to cover his face with his hands.

“I’m sorry,” he says into his palms, pressing his fingertips into his burning cheeks, “I’m just- I tried to stop, but I can’t, even when you guys were together I just- it’s just always- God,” he huffs, giving up on forming an eloquent sentence and instead focusing on trying to will himself out of existence.

El’s fingertips brush against Will’s hands, and he peers through his fingers at her miserably. She tugs on his wrists, pulling his hands away from his face, and he lets it happen, too emotionally exhausted to fight her on it. “Will,” she says seriously, eyes wide as she clasps her hands between her own, “You do not need my permission to love him.”

Who said anything about love, Will thinks, but it’s not even worth it because of course she’d see through him, she’s his telepathic twin sister and honestly it’s a shock she hadn’t figured it out already. He supposes that not knowing gay people exist makes it a bit difficult to spot one, but still. Of course she would know that his feelings for Mike run deeper than “like”.

“If I did, though,” he forces out, stupidly choked up, close to tears, always close to tears, “If I did need your permission, would I have it?”

El smiles gently. “That is a bit nonsensical,” she says, a favorite word of hers as of late - Dustin probably taught it to her - “But yes, you would.”

“You’re sure?” Will asks meekly, wanting to hide behind his hands again, but she’s still holding onto his wrists, keeping him steady. “Because- if you were upset about it, I would understand.”

El frowns, shaking her head. “Will, you knew him first,” she points out, validating that mean, petty part of Will that had existed the summer before Starcourt, upset that Mike couldn’t find the time for him even if, logically, he understood the hierarchy of their friend group. Girlfriends first, then best friends. He’d always been destined for replacement. “Way before I did,” El adds, and again Will is struck by the startling clarity with which she’s reading the situation. He hadn’t explicitly said that his feelings for Mike had existed before she came along, but obviously they had, and clearly she knows that. It would be embarrassing if it wasn't so much of a relief to not have to explain any further. 

“I guess,” he says, swallowing back the lump in his throat, “But still.”

El rolls her eyes. “You are too nice sometimes,” she tells him, which Will is perfectly aware of, thanks, and in this situation he thinks it is a little bit warranted. “It is not your fault. You are not bad because of it.”

“Still,” Will insists, scooting closer, and El fixes him with an unimpressed look as his knees knock against hers. “It’s- I mean, it’s bad enough that I’m, like, violating the boundaries of my friendship with him, but if I’m hurting you too-”

“Okay, first of all,” El cuts in, which is maybe a good thing because Will could feel another ramble coming on, his words overlapping and spilling over each other, “Mike and I are not together. I broke up with him, and it had nothing to do with you, and we are good now, so I do not care who he dates. Second of all,” she continues before Will can protest to the dating part, because the idea of him actually being able to date Mike Wheeler is frankly laughable, “You are not violating anything.”

Will isn’t entirely sure she actually knows what the word violating means, but the look she’s giving him right now tells him that it’s probably not a good idea to double check. “He’s my best friend,” he says in a low voice, fighting to keep his voice even as he twists his fingers through El’s, the warmth from her palms grounding him a little, “He doesn’t deserve me asking more from him.”

“Best friend,” El repeats faintly, and when Will glances up at her, her brow is furrowed in contemplation, like she’s thinking something over. “You are- special to each other, yes? Different than other best friends.”

Will frowns, unsure of what she’s getting at. “Um. I guess? I think that’s probably my fault, though.”

Something resembling a smirk tugs at the corners of El’s mouth, and her eyes are a little bit too wide and innocent when she meets Will’s gaze. “Maybe,” she hedges, in a tone that suggests something else. “I think you should talk to Mike,” she suggests, squeezing his hands, and Will immediately retracts his arms, shaking his head vehemently.

“No way,” he says immediately, scooting away from El and hunching in on himself like a physical reaction to the concept. “No, he’s- we’re finally in a good place again, I can’t do that to him.”

El squints. “Do you know if he likes boys?” she asks carefully, and the question itself sounds innocent enough, very El, always trying to get all the facts in order, but he senses that she’s gearing up to something, and he doesn’t like it.

Will clears his throat. “Uh- well, he’s never said, but- I don’t think so, no.” 

“If he hasn’t told you,” El says, in her patented “logic” tone, steadfast and full of unearned confidence, “How would you know?”

“El,” Will says, huffing out a sharp breath, refusing to let that question sit with him for too long, “You’re overthinking this.” When she shoots him a confused look, he amends; “It’s like- thinking too hard. Making things more complicated than they are. Two words of the day today, ha.”

El is unimpressed. “I think you are underthinking it, then,” she says primly, “Or at least not considering all the options. Maybe it is actually more simple than you think.”

Will coughs, face flushed, and he tries not to think too hard about the how would you know, because he supposes he doesn’t know, but- “Okay, El, I appreciate your support,” he hedges, careful, and El sighs as she sees that he’s not going to let her run with this, “But I- I don’t think I really need the relationship advice right now.”

They stare each other down for a beat, long enough that Will gets fed up and shoots an I’m serious in the direction of her brain, and El shoots back a you’re annoying is what you are, and then she sits back on her heels, apparently satisfied.

“Okay,” she says simply, sending him a gentle smile, “Can we turn up the music now?”

#this got very byler-y whoops #was not part of the original plan #but oh well #byler fic #ficlets #st fic #mike wheeler #will byers #el hopper #willel

[catboywizard]

I know we all knew Guillermo was gay before, but I was thinking about it and I think there are 2 main reasons why his official coming out still means so much to me

Firstly because they’ve made it very clear through the last season or so especially that this is something that’s been weighing on him so much. I’ve always felt like it was pretty obvious that he was really closeted and it was really holding him back. There’s way too many examples to list them all tbh. But now he’s out and it went really well and he doesn’t have to worry or hide anymore! As someone who’s still partially closeted in my own life, it felt so incredible to go through the emotions with him and come out the other side with a happy ending. He can finally fully be himself openly and I am just so incredibly happy for and proud of him.

And secondly because I’m still so traumatized by queerbaiting tbh. I think the vast majority of queer fans will agree that he was very obviously gay, and the show definitely does not shy away from queer stuff in general, but until it was made OFFICIAL official, there was always going to be a part of me terrified that the show would do a 180° and try to pretend that it didn’t mean anything. I know it sounds dumb, but straight people would definitely buy that and you know it. Guillermo being a queer man means so much to me and I know it’s a little silly but even the chance that they could claim he’s not was kinda anxiety inducing. But they can’t take it back now!

Anyway, Guillermo is 100% canonically gay and no longer has to hide himself and it makes me so fucking happy that I get to say that and have it be true.

#wwdits #what we do in the shadows #guillermo #guillermo de la cruz #nandermo #original post

[donnerpartyofone]

ACK I almost stepped on Jesus on my way home from church! Good thing I missed! Actually if I were writing a movie about persecuted Christians where someone tries to make them trample the cross and stuff, I'd have them say "Sure man, I'll trample the cross, I'll shit on the Bible. You think my God is trapped in there? That I step on him like a bug and he dies? Let's try it and find out!" as per the great thing they discuss in STIGMATA. STIGMATA is the one where Patricia Arquette stars as a sexy raver chick who gets possessed and then sexy priest Gabriel Byrne has to solve a religious mystery with her that changes the world. It's the best movie and you should definitely watch it.

LOVE the tag line on poster #2. Anyway one of the priests who is a main reason I've been going to this great church for a year gave a homily this morning about a piece of scripture I'd heard before, but not in this way. Jesus encounters a cripple at a healing spring in Bethesda and asks him, "Do you want to be made well?", and instead of saying "OH MY GOD YES OF COURSE MAKE ME WELL IMMEDIATELY," the guy starts complaining evasively about how he can never get into the water because everyone else is faster than him. Jesus heals the guy anyway and says "Pick up your mat and walk," and then the guy instantly gets in trouble with the authorities for carrying his mat around on the sabbath, and by extension Jesus is in trouble for working on the sabbath. The Bible usually sounds pretty antique to put it mildly, and therefore kind of alien and artificial, but when I heard that story today suddenly it was like "Oh shit, people really act like this right now. All the time." Somebody asks you what you want and you don't know how to say "I WANT THIS EXACT THING AND I'M READY TO GET IT," you might not even know precisely what you want, or you're just so used to making excuses and being passive aggressive and protecting yourself from disappointment and trying not to be inappropriate that you have no ability to be direct or speak from a place of self-knowledge. And then on the part of the Pharisees, they're so concerned with the litigation of their religion that they can't even see the miraculous evidence of God appearing right before their eyes, they're too blinded by their obsession with technicalities and the pre-fabricated template for divinity to notice that what they would ultimately want is happening now. It doesn't appear in the way they expect it to, so they don't even see it. Modern people are exactly like this. You encounter all these behaviors on a daily basis if you interact with other people at all.

I love this priest and at least one other guy who is really surprising and inspired, enough that I've been going there for a year of my life. But I sometimes feel like I'm leading them on. I love gay people and abortions too much to formally convert, among other reasons. But I also realize that religion is about emotion. You're supposed to love God more even than you concern yourself with his factuality. For me religion is a bit too much of an intellectual exercise. I'm curious about the mechanics of belief, how it rewards people, what kinds of changes it manifests, what it is as a psychological phenomenon. And more abstractly I'm interested in how people seek encounters with the numinous, how they explore deeper meaning through the lens of symbol and allegory. I'm interested in the collective unconscious. Almost my whole life is more of an intellectual exercise than an emotional one, maybe I'm fundamentally not wired to be a religious person. But I do love this church and I love the people in it, and I think it's a net positive for us to get to know a kind of person/people who you don't normally encounter, and get the chance to be kind and curious toward them. Everyone is always welcoming to me even if it seems like they wouldn't like me personally and I find that moving, I embrace the chance to return the favor. I embrace them even though I know they will never watch STIGMATA with me.

#this guy also always stands up for the pharisees #they're just trying to do right by god and by their people #and he uses this rhetoric to remind parishioners not to be antisemitic #star of the sea

[buckleupbrochachos]

Byler/ ST V2 Theory

Ppl are definitely going to say I'm reaching- but I really want to focus on the "black-eyed Susan" which is the most relevant out of all the flowers.

The first line states the main significance/meaning is happiness and friendship.

Now we all know that Mike Wheeler didn't pick out specifically the black-eyed Susans from research about what they meant to send El a secret message that he considers their relationship a platonic friendship because El wouldn't understand and Mike sure as hell wouldn't go out of the way to find a very specific type of flower (we all know he got them at sum airport gift shop)

But we do know that the Duffers LOVE little details, and they would totally do their research for simple flower symbolism. (it's practically the most common type of subtext there is, especially in film)

The flowers aren't meant for the characters to understand, they're meant for the audience to understand.



Now, onto my favorite part about the flower symbolism- is the origin of the name.

The name for the Black-eyed Susan flower, as stated above, is derived from an 18th Century poem by the same title, written by John Gay.

The poem (in short) is about a woman (Susan/Mike) searching for her lover (William/Will) shortly after his ship docks back from war, only for him to be sent back to battle shortly after.

But if you read the first and second to last stanza- they are both obviously paralelling Mike and Will. (Susan paralelling Will, Mike paralelling William in the first stanza- vice versa in the second and last stanza )

The flower symbolism is not only hinting at El and Mike's relationship becoming platonic, and byler eventually becoming endgame but it could also be hinting at Will's new part in the supernatural plot (and him possibly getting powers)

(Now here is the poem, parralled to Will and Mike's story so far and most likely the ending)

ALL in the Downs the fleet was moor’d,  

The streamers waving in the wind, when black-eyed Susan came aboard,

‘Oh! where shall I my true love find! Tell me, ye jovial sailors, tell me true,

If my sweet William sails among the crew.

In the first stanze its obviously parraleling the airport scene, both William in the poem, and Will in ST, both reunite with their "lovers" (quotations for Will+Mike since it isnt established yet) Susan and Mike, after a long time apart. (In ST though, Mike flies across the country to reunite with Will, unlike the poem where the Will in the story sails back to Susan in their hometown.)

Now, in the poem Susan- is very estatic about seeing her lover William. Just as Will is seeing Mike again after almost not talking for 6 months. But compared to William in the poem, Mike doesn't show any affection besides an awkward side hug and a measly pat on the shoulder-( but not everything can be a perfect parralell so yall are gonna have to bear with me.)

‘Though battle call me from thy arms,   

 Let not my pretty Susan mourn;  

Though cannons roar, yet safe from harms,   

 William shall to his dear return.

Love turns aside the balls that round me fly,

Lest precious tears should drop from Susan’s eye.’

--

 The boatswain gave the dreadful word,   

 The sails their swelling bosom spread,  

No longer must she stay aboard:   

They kiss’d, she sigh’d, he hung his head;

Her lessening boat unwilling rows to land:

‘Adieu!’ she cries; and waved her lily hand.

The second and last stanza's, I'd like to believe is paralelling a possible confession scene from Will to Mike (a succesful one at least) - right before Will has to go and eventually battle against Vecna, since Will is obviously going to have an importance in the main plot in VOL. 2

(Hopefully it consists of the painting because how else will Will confess without a meaningfull gesture such as giving Mike a painting like he did with his drawings ever since they were little kids.)

Anyways, thanks for listening to me theorize. I hope I don't sound too insane lmao

All of this was written of the top of my head, so if you want to add onto anything, you can read the full poem here

#byler #st4 #byler s4 #stranger things #stranger things season 4 #st s4 #will byers #byler season 4 #mike wheeler #byler endgame #byler obsessed #byler is real #byler is endgame #byler is canon #byler theory #byler tumblr

[mizukagami-takamagahara]

After seeing the ass post. I personally think Blazblue is actually a bit more tame with it‘s fanservice at least in the main story. Most fanservice takes place in the gag reels if I remember correctly (and in the animation sprites).

Personally I see the fanbase as the most unhinged horny part of Blazblue. ( granted there are the infamous art books so I guess the dev tram is guilty too).

What is your opinion on the male fanservice. Which male characters fit more to the female gaze? I get the feeling that Hibiki and Hazama are usually pretty popular.

Fanservice is such a fascinating topic. Each country and culture has different standards and levels of „shame“ I‘d call it for certain fanservice. Beauty standards also often differ. I mean japanese media has always been more infamous for its more overt fanservice in its media.

This opening is going to sound pedantic, but I PROMISE you, it’s relevant, and- spoiler- it’s going to be used to confirm your theory about Hibiki and Hazama!

The concept of the “female gaze” arguably doesn’t exist, from the same academic standpoint as the male gaze does! The media phenomena we call the “male gaze” is a product of the culture the media is produced in- it is the specific way that female characters are influenced by being produced and consumed in a patriarchal, or heavily male-influenced, culture. By that definition, there in no female gaze, because we just don’t live in a society with such an overwhelming Heterosexual Female influence.

Though on that same point I would present the counterpoint that we DO have a way to see ‘female gaze media’- look at fujoshi/yaoi circles. Yaoi circles are dominated by women, many of whom are attracted to men, and since fujoshi culture has been such a taboo subculture for so many years, it has had to exist on the fringes- in a space with incredibly little influence from male fans or producers. Of course, I’m using generalizations here, you have to to discuss the ‘gaze’ phenomena, but do you see what I mean??? The “boy’s love” or “mlm” genre has historically disgusted male producers and consumers. Their resulting insistence on avoiding or crushing the genre has created an incredibly unique subculture of media.

In a lot of conversations, when people (often men) think about “female gaze” as a general consumer, not really studying it as a media term- they tend to approach the female gaze, and attraction, as a direct counterpart to the male gaze and male attraction. This leads to inaccurate conclusions, trying to categorize a fanservice-y male character by the same metrics as the agreed-upon traits of a fanservice-y female character; things like lots of exposed skin, a sultry air, or exaggerated proportions. With these (inaccurate) qualifiers, we get shirtless guys like Bang or Azrael, or flirty guys like Kagura.

But when you actually look at consumer statistics, fan polls, etc., you find that the most popular characters with women are the characters most popular in yaoi content. The big muscle-y “chad” types actually cater to the male gaze just like characters like Litchi, Bullet, and Nine do, they just address a different fantasy. The big booby women are attractive, a thing male fans/producers see as desirable to have, while the big beefcakes are what they want to be, how they want to be seen. Characters like Bang and Azrael are actually more popular with gay men in the fandom, where they are ADORED, than they are with most women in the fandom, who often ignore them entirely.

Your observation that Hibiki and Hazama are popular with women are spot on! Apparently, Hibiki Kohaku of all characters is the king of the female gaze in BlazBlue. In the west he’s not very popular at all, but in the Japanese fandom he reigns supreme. Hazama is way up there too- remember the bathtub scene from the CS gag reel? Lastly, Jin is also HUGELY popular with women. I’ve seen some fun memes about Sumeragi drawing Jin, and the differences between her work for the official series, vs her personal work for her fellow fujoshi. It’s wild to see it, but I guess this is the effect of the female gaze! This is what it looks like!

I don’t see the appeal personally, but I am a massive Hazama simp, so clearly I’m not as exempt from the “ladies love twinks” theorem as I like to think I am.

Welp, I think this post is long enough. I’m sorry I couldn’t cover every point in your ask- it really got me thinking about a lot of things. I wanted to talk some about the interesting cultural perception and, as you said, shame, of fanservice as a concept in general. But. Like. ~700 words is probably enough words for now. And if I try to cover to many topics in one post, I’ll end up muddying my points.

I used to be massively squicked by yaoi, and I’m still not a member of the fujo community, but over the past few years it’s been fascinating to learn more about this kind of stuff. Though since I am still an outsider, my understanding can’t cover the full picture of this topic. I do have a friend who would be more qualified to speak about this, as she is both a Woman In Fandom and a student of media, art, and culture! If anyone is particularly interested in this discussion, I’d be happy to loop her into the conversation to share more.

#ao no kokagami #bb meta #by sumeragi #jin kisaragi #hibiki kohaku #hazama #bang shishigami #azrael

[ikosburneraccount]

belated and obligatory intro post

Updated 23/01/2024

this is outdated btw. please only read this for archival purposes as its no longer accurate. please read my about page for an up-to-date version.

hello!

you can call me gaia :) i'm a black cisgender (she/her) college student (i'm 23, minors feel free to block me if you want) and this is my sideblog dedicated to the lunar chronicles. all my original posts are tagged as #mine and all non-lunar chronicles posts are tagged #ooc. this blog has been active since february 14 2023.

this blog mainly is just shitposting about the series and fanatically reblogging every post possible related to this series. my dm's are open to talk about anything related to the series (no matter how stupid) and i'd love to make friends within this fandom!! if you want or care, my ao3 is gaaiia!

there's more info below the cut but if this is where you decide to stop, thank you for stopping by and i hope you enjoy my blog!!

for more background/context: i used to be superrrrrrr active in this fandom about 7-8 years ago (ages 13-15) and am currently going through my lunar chronicles renaissance :,) feel free to ask me stuff about the fandom during that time period (it was also post-cress and pre-winter era! it was a different time 😭). hilariously, i was mostly a shit poster back as well 🤣 some things never change

here are some (now deleted) posts from that era:

around 2016 i stop posting/blogging about the series due to in-fandom drama and other aspects of my life taking priority and demanding more time. that being said, i promise not to delete any of the posts made on this blog because archiving the history of this fandom (as dramatic as this sounds) is important to me! this blog, if abandoned, will stay up as an archive for the fandom. hope this makes sense!

as for my blog name: you don't think iko had a burner account? where she pushed conspiracy theories about the crew? engaged in stupid and unhinged Stan twitter fights? she can send comms without even blinking y'all. she very well could've been live tweeting the wolflet wedding AFAIK !! but she definitely leaks info and lies and does stupid stuff on the internet and i love her so much for it. she's the OG fangirl of the series and is committed to being a diehard stan despite literally being friends with all of them. like she is HILARIOUS and i love her so SO much and genuinely feel like she speaks to my inner dialogue while reading this series but also to me as a person!

please do NOT follow my main @hamduuye because i do reblog explicit/nsfw content, usually with no tw/cw warning! as an adult, i will post adult content on that blog -- you have been warned! however, if you get a reply/like from the blog @hamduuye, that is my main/default blog on Tumblr!

here are some more fun facts:

im super into astrology! my big three are: aquarius sun, cancer moon, gemini rising, with my chart ruler being my pisces mercury :)

i am bisexual! 🏳️‍🌈 send me gay headcanons!!

i love anime and love to indulge in anime au's of this series. please talk to me about this like unironically!! literally any anime/manga

kaider was actually my first and original one true pairing. no, im not joking. they literally made me feel so many feral emotions at 13. even if i feel differently about them now i owe this couple so much for setting my standard for romance!!!

if you got this far thank you so much for reading!! it means so much to me and i appreciate it!! thank u for enjoying my blog!!

#mine #intro

[ransiquack]

DISENCHANTMENT PART FIVE SEMI-SCRIPT DOCTOR (ig)

Ok so, I would like to begin with the character deaths. I’ve got a lot of points but I’d like to start with death. (Also I might forget some stuff don’t kill me (also also forgive me for my lack of gifs n pics :( ))

Luci dies for seemingly no reason other than to make him an angel and bring mora back, two exceedingly stupid reasons in my opinion. We have already been served the point that Luci is a really good person- for example, WHEN THEY SENT HIM TO HEAVEN THE FIRST TIME. The only thing he does in heaven is be there when jerry kills god, which does practically nothing besides -now getting into my second point- bring mora back. Now, I know that sounds mean but if you think for more than a second you may realize we already have a pretty available means to bring mora back, THE ETERNITY PENDANT! It’s pretty apparent that this last part was rushed and since we already know where the pendant is we could use that pretty useless b-plot time for things much more important AND we KEEP LUCI ALIVE! Then we could also make bean choosing to bring mora back with the pendant a direct parallel to the whole Elfo death debacle! A GIANT BEAUTIFUL FUCK YOU IN DAGMAR’S FACE! Now, in terms of Elfo you may already know I do not enjoy the Elfo-Miri relationship, but I swear I have good, non-gay propaganda reason.

So, as you may remember, Elfo is already the heir to a throne. The ogre throne. And as we see at the end, Miri would’ve ended up queen no matter what. (And I do think giving the kingdom back to the elves and having Miri be one and rule was a good idea btw) so why the hell did we get a very rushed and ,supposedly, very important relationship with one of our MAIN CHARACTERS. Them being together does fuckin NOTHING and once again WASTES MORE TIME WE DONT HAVE! We could’ve made even more time for more important plot lines and Elfo still ends up a royal. SHABAM another problem solved!

Okay, now I wanna talk about characterization. Starting with Luci.

Luci is, through provided evidence, a really genuinely sweet thing. So why thE FUCK is he so into being satan’s son and extensively, torture, this season? At the very least they could’ve given him SOME hangups! He has grown so much since the first season and yet they continue to ignore that. It’s very frustrating :(.

Alright, elfo’s turn. I don’t have much to complain about regarding him this part but, blegh. I think my biggest hangup about him is how he reacts to luci’s death, the whole thing just feels eerily wrong. Though I suppose with my rewrite we don’t have to worry about anyone’s reactions to luci’s death so,,

WEPA! Bean time! I DO NOT LIKE THAT SHE LEFT WITH NO GOODBYE! I HATE IT ACTUALLY! bean is so incredibly attached to her boys and they have changed her life for the better, literally reigniting her WILL TO LIVE! She would never in a million years abandon either of them. I do support her decision to leave dreamland and I do find that in character but everything else just feels wroongg,, also why push the whole ‘choose love’ thing if she ends up abandoning her best friends?

This one’s short but zøg one billion percent should’ve had a proper goodbye with bean and I don’t understand why he didn’t.

Also get rid of all the ‘I’m gonna destroy the magic’ stuff. Still have bean be pretty irked towards magic but also have her be all “ magic ruined my life but I kinda need it for the whole killing my mom thing”.

Probably also retcon alva’s whole plan cuz It doesn’t really make sense. AND NOW WE’VE GOT EVEN MORE TIME!

I know I definitely missed some stuff but this stuff irks me the most 100% hope you guys like this strange not very well put together rewrite :) 👍

#love them hate how it ended #they deserve to be close forever #disenchantment #disenchantment netflix #script doctor #i guess #disenchantment part 5

[rikeijo]

Today's translation #262

Febri vol. 40. Kubo Mitsurou's interview

Part 8.

--- I see [in previous part, she talked about how they weren't able to find anything that could become the core of the story].

"And just then, a certain skater told us: "For me, it is possible to skate for love". In case of that person, by love they probably meant their lover and that even if they are far away from each other, thinking about that lover gives them the strength to give their best, and that's what helps them get results. When we heard that, both me and the Director were in a state of shock, almost like struck by a lighting. We got it - surely, it means that on the ice a lot of figure skaters express things like their overwhelming love or sex appeal etc. I have never written a story about giving your best for the sake of love in such a straightforward way, but I thought that if I were to challenge myself with writing such a story, this series is the only chance. It's a theme that we could tackle especially, because it's an anime about this sport called figure skating and after all, it is a classic in fiction to link love and sport together. Yuuri Katsuki doesn't skate only for his love, but also to give a statement for Victor's and all other loves, and because of that, the strong desire to get the gold medal was added into the mix - this became the central element that keeps everything in the story together. I believed that no matter what expression of love it would be, if you really put your heart into the work, it's going to be interesting [for the audience]. What was important to me and Yamamoto Director, was not the question of "Whom this show is going to reach?", but how to make the show powerful enough to make it reach even further - expressing this bond called "love" was one way do to that.

--- This is also reflected in how the characters that appear in the story are like and in the lines they speak.

"I wanted to carefully portray the passion and single-mindedness that are the essential qualities of competitors. That's why, some of the lines I've included are so strong they feel like a punch to the head, and I also wanted to draw facial expressions and situations that may seem surprising. I feel that I gave my best in this department, bringing out my own style as much I could without hurting the main story-line.

[Notes: If it sounds like a word salad, then it's because she's really dancing around the elephant in the room here. Every time Mitsurou tries to explain why she made two men exchange rings in front of a church it sounds like this.

Jp anime industry has this problem that any portrayal of same-sex attraction in mainstream anime is automatically associated with fujos and fanservice, but if you think about it, it's really, really weird...

The only connection of majority of fujos to the LGBT+ community is that they love to watch gay p0rn. And yet all expressions of queerness in mainstream media are hijacked by fujos, as something that is made for them and meant to naturally be consumed by them (fujos are the majority compared to LGBT+ fans, so this is probably the main reason why). I've talked about this before, but this is why in Jp, YoI has the reputation of being a fujo pandering anime and not a show with gay representation.

Sometimes you see people, who seem to genuinely care about representation in media, call YoI a queerbait, and as a fan who strongly believes that it's meant to be a genuine same-sex romance, it makes me really sad, but at the same time watching the creators always dance around this huge elephant in the room... I can definitely see why somebody can think that.

I'd wish so much to one day be able to hear Sayo and Mitsurou or maybe other staff members talk about the story they created (because you can really tell that they try very much to avoid commenting on "those scenes that may be surprising", like "that one scene at the end of episode 7") without the burden of having to fit into this narrative that is supported not only by the general homophobia in the industry, but also by the fans themselves, that genuine same-sex sexual, romantic attraction == "bad and abnormal and it makes us feel uncomfortable that the characters might be really gay, but we can't control who puts his bits where", but fujo fanservice and pandering is acceptable, because money/it's obvious the creators should cater to us, how dare they not to, it's all for us after all!

(Just to be clear, I always mean in my rants fujos == people who are obsessed with semes and ukes and gender norms, so much that they basically transform their "same-sex" ship into a heterosexual ship, and who basically view same-sex attraction as nothing but their fetish. This is still the norm in Jp fandom, although don't think that there aren't any people, who think it should be changed. But I'm absolutely not trying to say that all people who read BL are like that.) ]

#yuri on ice #yoi translations #yuri on ice translation

[winged-fool]

which books are you reading right now? do you have any queer book recs?

Yeah happy to share what I've been reading! I've only knocked out a few but I have a few more on my list.

The City Beautiful – this is about a young Jewish man (around 18 I think) and takes place in Chicago during the World Fair (sometime in the 1890s). Alter is in the US trying to save enough money to bring his mom and twin sisters from Romania and during this time one of his roommates is murdered and he becomes possessed by his dybuk (like a Jewish soul) and is spurred on to find his murderer. Alter is explicitly gay and has had a few relationships with other boys; the book itself is rich with Jewish culture and deals with homophobia and anti-Semitism of the time. It’s incredibly good.

Siren Queen – this one is a little dark and it’s WLW book. This one takes place in the Golden Age of Hollywood, in the 1920s, and features magical realism. It’s about a Chinese little girl who wants to be a Hollywood star and how she is willing to do whatever it takes to achieve her dream. She is also explicitly gay and has two main relationships throughout the book (and ends in a relationship with another one). Its theme focuses on what does it mean to be a monster and challenges your perceptions of monsters. As a queer Chinese woman, she finds her fame in playing monsters in films and makes connections with others in the industry that don’t fit the mold of Hollywood at the time. This one really hooked me, I couldn’t put it down.

The Once and Future Witches – this book isn’t as queer centric but it has a lot of great representation. It’s about three sisters who are witches and are trying to bring magic back to society. It takes place in fictional New Salem also in the 1890s and ties the witching movement with the suffragist movement which sounds weird but honestly REALLY works. One of the sisters is explicitly queer, she has a relationship with a WOC, while another one is asexual-coded, and there is a trans side character as well. I had a bit of a difficult time getting into this one but once it picks up, it REALLY picks up and I couldn’t put it down.

The Secret Lives Of Country Gentlemen - Okay this was a really fun read that's a little less plot driven but so enjoyable! It takes place in the late 1800s England and is about Gareth whose estranged father recently passed away and he inherits an obscure earldom on the marsh and it's about him trying to fit in with this new society and be accepted by his half sister he'd never met before. Prior to coming to the marsh, he had a brief anonymous relationship who turns out to be a crime big shot on the marsh. There's some mystery with Gareth's father's death but not really the focus of the book haha

Lavender House - this is basically a queer whodunit. It takes place in the 20s or so and follows Andy who was recently fired from the police force after accidentally being outed. He's hired by a woman whose wife was killed and turns out she has this house in the country that's a queer safe place where everyone including the staff are queer. It's pretty easy to guess who the murderer is so what really works is the queer relationships.

Last Call At the Nightingale - this is another murder mystery but definitely has more twists and turns than the precious one. This is the only bisexual book on my list so far so while it wasn't the best book, it's still special to me lol it's about Vivian an Irish working girl in NYC during the prohibition era. Someone is murdered at her favorite speak easy which is also her safe haven so she decides to help the owner, Hux who she may have a crush on, solve the murder so the speakeasy doesn't get closed.

I've also read The Song of Achilles which I think is a pretty well known one so I won't summarize that one. Next up I've got these books:

Giovanni's Room (mlm)

Last Night at the Telegraph House (wlw)

Nothing Sung and Nothing Spoken (wlw)

If you're interested, I'd be happy to update this post once I finish the other books :)

#My asks #Anon ask #Book recs #queer books #my book recs #Queer rep

[evilwomendefender]

I have reached a point in my women-centrism that it has seeped through fiction, tbh Idk the % of feminists who care about female characters in fiction or if they're included in their feminism, I insanely care about them bc I am hugely invested in fiction and into fandoms and bc of my tribalism for women. All this to say... uhm.... I have a problem with fujoshis (not just about Japanese fiction just mlm shippers in general), not the insane ones who are btw a lot just in principle, especially the "activist" feminist ones or the lesbian ones who give me involuntary visceral reaction. What I really hate is the centering of men even fictional ones, I would simply scroll past the fujo part if a girl shipped mlm but still gave her attention to female characters, I mean after all we don't have the same taste, I am sorry but that would endear them to me, you gush about women I secretly love you even if you don't know I exist. I can't help but feel betrayed by the lesbian fujos who are full-time or mostly like I thought you would be the frontrunners for centering women. So when I see even you all about males it hurts. Idk if other women consider it juvenile or benign and would get revolted to treat caring about fictional women and their treatment as feminist. I just can't help my bleeding women-centered heart. It hurts that even in fiction we are an afterthought, neglected. Yk I am ranting this much simply bc women constitute the majority of fiction consumers

YEAHH I get what you mean

I have male fictional characters I enjoy a lot (I am currently emotionally devastated over ivantil iykyk) but I make a point to focus on female characters instead lol, it just feels more logically sound to me.

That isn't to say I DONT talk about male characters, half of my main twitter atm is reposts of boothill and aventurine content LMFAO. but the way women are treated in fandom is so gross and I've hated it for so long, especially when some of my biggest favorites ARE women.

I really do think fandom has an issue with fetishizing gay men. I remember watching a great video essay about it a long time ago that talked about straight/bi women finding comfort in gay men / gay ships because it allows them to indulge in their attractions to men because gay men pose less of a danger to women in their eyes, and from my interactions with some girls like this I think they definitely had a point. Combined with misogyny, female characters are instantly brushed to the side unless they're simply there to be sexy, and if they're not hot they get villainized. sometimes they still villainize attractive female characters anyways 😭😭

like. as a radfem in fandom I just don't get the women who go batshit crazy over the most mediocre fictional men lol. It makes me happy to actively focus on girls just to combat some of that energy.

this is a major issue in the rp community as well but thats a different rant that you could not shut me up abt if i got started LMAO

I will also point out that being a fujoshi means different things in different parts of the world? Idk where you're from but im gonna kind of assume you're from the west or from a generally more lgb accepting country because a lot of the western fujoshis are .... weird to say the least LOL. however I recommend reading this lovely anon I was sent explaining how fujo culture can be important in countries less accepting of same sex attraction :D

anyways if ur reading this send your favorite fictional female character to me in asks or sumn so i can appreciate them 🩷 bonus points if she's evil 🩷

#asks