#i have no clue about what’s going on with tumblr live since i’m not on mobile but that sounds like an absolute disaster

[theoldworldsrunnerup]

So fucking done with this website holy shittttt

#you know maybe people would actually be willing to donate monthly/yearly if this website wasn’t going to shit #i have no clue about what’s going on with tumblr live since i’m not on mobile but that sounds like an absolute disaster #and i hate the fucking formatting of everything now!!! why the hell is there a sidebar!!!!!! #and also the bot problem. i’ve had so many bots following me recently #tumblr badges #tumblr #rant

[siredtosturniolos]

First of all I’m sorry if this is the wrong place to send requests in. I’m new to tumblr so I have no clue how to use this platform 😭anyways I have a request I’m begging on hands and knees for a chris fic where reader is 18 and he’s 23. reader is a influencer (u can make up where they met) ENEMIES TO LOVERS KINDA and SMUTTTTTTT with praising (lots of praising and pet names) u can make up the whole story it should just be based off these things thank uuuu

Enemies

Paring: Chris Sturniolo x reader 

Summary: You had socially climbed the ladder to fame and gotten your very own spot on the Vidcon lineup. Freshly 18 meant you were fully able to go on your own, and meet some of your favorite content creators yourself. And Chris. You didn’t particularly like him, as he had been rude to you ever since you met him. You confront him and things turn a different direction than you thought.

Warnings: Smut! Praising, pet names, enemies to lovers(kinda? Maybe this means part 2?). Read at your own risk and mdni! (First pov) 

Authors note: thank you for requesting this! I hope you like it. <3

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Walking the halls of VidCon the day before the event took place really helped me ground myself. I couldn’t believe I was here, let alone someone thousands of fans wanted to meet. I started a YouTube channel in October of 2021, and it’s only gone up from there. Posting various forms of content such as vlogs, get ready with me, makeup tutorials, and even a couple cooking videos. 

I just hit 5 million subscribers, so on top of doing VidCon I was also hosting my own meet and greet the day after. I was hoping to make some connections and see if anyone would want to come celebrate this milestone with me. 

Even though I have been successful for a while now, I had just moved to LA last month. I’ve been to a party here and there, making a few friends along the way. I take a seat on a bench outside to soak up some sun, and so I can really reflect on what my life has become. 

Jake, Johnnie, and Tara are supposed to be here today as well and I couldn’t be more thankful. They had introduced me to so many of their friends in the last few weeks, most of them being welcoming.

Larray and I had clicked instantly and had hung out a few times, but he wasn’t set to be here this weekend. He had already made plans with other friends so he couldn’t come keep me company. He promised me that Nick Sturniolo would be down to let me hangout with him until I was comfortable, and I was super appreciative of that. 

Chris Sturniolo though? Not so much. I’ll never forget the way his eyes raked down my body, stopping at my chest for a moment before he looked back up at my face. 

“Hey baby, I don’t think we’ve met before?” 

I rolled my eyes at how corny he was, slightly drunk and incredibly stupid. Once he realized he wasn’t getting in my pants he had completely ignored me. I also met Nick and Matt later on, and they were absolute sweethearts. 

Ever since that night any time a fan would bring me up in a live stream of his, he’d ask them to either stop talking, or call me boring and move on to the next question. I had reached out to him asking him to stop, as his fanbase had jumped to my socials and started going insane. 

Every time I messaged him, he’d read it and not respond. Nick would occasionally bring me up in videos and it was clear as day Chris didn’t like me, and his fans made it known. Clipping it and tagging me thousands of times nearly made me delete TikTok all together. 

I had come to find out Chris was actually really nice to everyone, just not me. I’m not quite sure what I could’ve done to make him be so rude to me, but it’s not like I see him all the time. Maybe I’ll have a chance to speak to him in person, and make him really hear me out. 

“Y/N!” A voice called out to me, making me jump. I watched as Jake walked up to me, “Tara has been looking for you, yapping about getting ready for tonight.” He explains, shrugging his shoulders. 

My eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “Tonight?” I ask, standing from the bench and letting him lead me to Tara. “They’re hosting a party tonight for us at the hotel apparently. Something to kick off the event? Fuck if I know.” Jake laughed. 

The next few hours flew by and before I knew it, Tara and I were letting loose and dancing to Just Dance by Lady Gaga. I had a few drinks in me, just enough to stop worrying about everything. Tara on the other hand, is gonna have a hangover from hell tomorrow. 

“I have to pee!” I yell to Tara as the song fades out, she nods and gives me two thumbs up before I begin to head towards the bathroom just outside the ballroom the party was in. 

Just as I’m about to enter I hear snickering behind me, making me turn around. I come face to face with none other than Chris. His eyes were burning into me, as he slowly approached, a stupid smirk on his face. 

“What are you laughing about?” I ask him, letting out a deep sigh.

He shakes his head, “You look ridiculous.” He states, like it’s a known fact. I glance down at my outfit, a simple black tube top and cargo camo pants. My black and white Nike’s were clean and uncreased, so what the hell was he talking about? 

I look back up to him as his 5’8 frame slightly towers over my own, “What did I do to make you hate me so much?” I calmly asked him, as surprise flooded his features. Apparently he wasn’t expecting me to call him out in person. 

He stood there for a second, staying silent as he didn't know what to say, “Oh so you just hate me for no reason? Nice.” I scoff, before turning around to enter the bathroom. I was stopped by a gentle grip on my arm, making me look over my shoulder at Chris. 

“Look, I don’t really know why I act like this, okay?” He sighs, dropping his hand as I turn to face him again, “Ever since I met you at that party, I just can’t get you off my mind.” He explains, taking a step closer to me. Now I can smell his cologne and I hate to admit that it’s doing something to me. 

“Don’t make fun of me.” He continues, making my eyebrow raise in curiosity, “When we locked eyes that night it felt different to me. It felt like more than just two people meeting for the first time.” He says quietly, looking me in my eyes so I knew he wasn’t lying, “It scared the shit out of me.” 

I start to smile slightly, making him roll his eyes, “Are you telling me you fell in love with me at first sight?” I tease him, making him throw his head back and groan. “Just stop being rude Chris, we could’ve been something this whole time you know?” I tell him, watching as his eyes meet my lips before looking away quickly. 

“Wanna make up for lost time?” He suggests, making me glance around the hallway we were in. There were a few people scattered around, but none of them were paying attention to us. I look up at him to see that sexy smirk on his lips, “Fuck it.” I shrug, before I drag him into the bathroom with me. I lock the door before I’m pushed up against it, Chris pressing kisses to my cheeks before going down my neck. 

I let out a soft moan, lifting my hands to slide them into Chris’ hair and tugging slightly as he found my sweet spot, “No marks please.” I plead him, feeling his tongue lather the area before he moves lower. His kisses get harsher the lower he gets, looking up at me slightly before he returns to his full height and slams his lips on mine. 

I moan into the kiss, the tension between us coming to a peak, “Jump.” He mumbles into my lips, wrapping his arms around my waist. I use his shoulders for stability as I jump and wrap my legs around his waist. He pulls back so he can walk me to the sink, and I waste no time trailing kisses down his neck. Chris sets me down on the counter and spreads my legs so he can stand in between them. 

“Gonna make you feel so good baby.” He rasps, tilting his head back as I continue my assault on his neck. I make my way back up to his lips, taking him in for a split second before we kiss again. His hair is disheveled, his lips swollen from our kissing, and his eyes. They’re full of lust and determination, and I can’t help but try to clench my thighs. 

Chris smirks at me, playing with my top, “Can I take this off pretty girl?” He asks, to which I rapidly nod. Chris’ fingers slip underneath the fabric of my shirt briefly, before he snaps the band against my chest making me gasp. He wastes no time as he quickly takes it off, setting it somewhere behind me. His hands instantly cup my breasts, his lips slotted back onto mine. 

His large palms squeeze my breasts, his thumbs brushing over my nipples making me let out a whine. I tug at his shirt and he pulls away to take it off, “Fucking incredible.” He mutters, letting his eyes fall onto my chest as I pant. He leans down, taking my nipple into his mouth, and my hand flies to the back of his head, arching my chest into his chest. 

“Fuck Chris.”  I moan, my hips bucking as that’s where I really want him. He switches sides, letting his hand trail down my body to pop open my pants, pulling away to look at me. “I’m about to ruin you, sweetheart.” He lowly speaks, making me bite my lip as I begin to help him remove my pants. I kicked off my shoes and Chris played with the band of my underwear. 

“Please Chris.” I beg him, already tired of his teasing. 

“Good girls say what they want.” He replies, using one hand to tease me through my damp underwear, the other dancing across my inner thighs. 

I let out a huff, “Please touch me.” I plead, reaching down to move his hand exactly where I want him, “Make me feel good.” 

Chris smirks at me, “Good girl.” I gasp as his hand suddenly slips lower, finally giving my body what it’s been craving for. His fingers collect my wetness, spreading it down to my opening, making my back arch with need. I open my mouth to beg him again but I’m cut off by him slipping a finger inside, his thumb connecting with my pulsating clit. 

“Chris!” I gasp, his fingers work mercilessly, the coil in my stomach already building. I let out whines and moans, already feeling fuzzy as he continues to work my body closer to my climax. 

“Look at me, baby.” Chris demands, making my eyes flutter open, “I want you to look at me as I make you cum.” He continues, working another finger inside my core. My jaw drops in a silent moan as his eyes bore into mine. I feel myself begin to clench around his fingers as he hits my sweet spot over and over. 

“There it is.” He smirks down at me, and half of me wants to tell him to stop, that the pleasure is too much. The other half of me wants to be greedy, and welcome the waves of ecstasy as they flow through my body. 

“Feels so good.” I whine out, watching the way Chris glances down at his fingers as they disappear inside of me, “So close.” I moan, feeling the coil twisting tighter and tighter.  

“Yeah? Gonna be a good girl and cum for me?” He asks me, and that's all it takes. The coil snaps and I fight to keep my eyes open as I release all over his fingers. Chris lets out a groan, mumbling praises left and right as I come down from my high. 

I’m still in a daze when he helps me off the counter and spins me around to face the mirror. He lifts his hand to my neck, tugging my body to be flush with his. I gasp as I feel his hard dick pressing against my ass, I didn’t even notice he took off his pants. 

“Gonna watch me while I fuck you, baby?” He asks, meeting my eyes in the mirror. I nod rapidly, “You look away once and I stop, got it?” Chris speaks, as he helps me bend forward and kicks my legs apart further for him. 

“Yes sir.” I reply, a small smirk on my lips as I back my ass further into him, making Chris grin. “Keep that up and you won’t make it to the event tomorrow.” 

He takes hold of his dick, running his head through my folds, bumping my clit making me whine. He pumps himself a few times before he’s teasing my entrance. I pout up at his reflection, arching my back even more to show how impatient I was. He takes that as a sign to slowly thrust into me, making my jaw drop at the burn from the stretch. 

“Fuck, you’re so tight.” He groans, one hand resting on my hip, the other coming to hold onto my shoulder. He waits a moment before he begins thrusting, my body shaking each time he fills me up. “Feels so good.” Chris moans out, his hand leaving my hip to deliver a harsh smack to my ass, rubbing the now red area soothingly afterwards. 

At this point, I can’t even form words and of course Chris took notice, “Got my baby all fucked out already.” He states, smacking my ass again. “Can’t wait to wreck this pussy.” He grunts out, his thrusts getting quicker and harder. 

My mouth hangs open in a silent moan, my eyes never leaving his. “Such a good girl, keeping your eyes on mine.” I feel the coil in my stomach reappear, and I can’t help but try to squirm away from Chris as the pleasure builds, “Don’t you fucking run away from me.” Chris spits, lowering both arms to grip my waist as he plows into me.

“T-Too much!” I finally whine out, clenching on him as his head nudges that sweet spot within my core. 

Chris shakes his head, “You can take it baby.” He lets out a rather loud moan before his thrusts start to get sloppy, “Be a good girl and take it.” He grunts out, sliding a hand to my front, quickly finding my clit and rubbing fast circles. 

My legs begin to shake, “I’m-” I’m cut off by a rather loud moan as Chris angles his hips upwards, bringing me even more pleasure. “Me too baby, fuck.” Chris moans, lowering his Chin to his chest as he watches himself slide in and out of me. 

“Cum with me.” He demands, my legs begin to shake as he meets my eyes as the coil within me finally snaps. I can feel myself pushing and pulling him in as I cum, and the feeling of his shooting out makes it all the more pleasurable. Chris finally halts his movements, staying buried inside. 

He gently pulls out, both of us wincing. He quickly cleans himself up and slides his pants back on before he turns to me. He rubs my cheek lovingly before he helps me clean up and get redressed. I quickly check my makeup and fix it, before turning to face him. 

“You’re staying with me tonight.” He states, holding out his hand for me to take. I take it with a smile on my face. 

“I planned on it.”

#sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo smut #chris sturniolo smut #chris sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo fluff #matt sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo imagine #chris sturniolo fluff #christopher sturniolo

[luckykiwiii101]

I’m turning off anons! Lmfao the audacity y’all have to bully me. Post it with ur actual account then. I’m literally just 15. I’m just trying to help people manifest their dream lives and you are just bullying me. Now how is that what i get in return for wanting to see people succeed?! Wow. I’m also still on my own journey to manifesting my dream life. I created my blog to spread what i’ve learnt. And i’ve learnt so much since i came to tumblr. I’ve entered the void state a few times but struggled to be aware. The times where i’ve entered and woken up in the void state aware is when i had no clue what it was! I made that clear ages ago!! Stop trying to accuse me of lying! Tf?! Why on earth would i lie? What would i gain from lying?! Tell me?! Just because of your disbelief in your ability does NOT give you the right to come on my blog and accuse me of lying! PATHETIC! Also if you’ve manifested your dream life i doubt that you would still be roaming tumblr reading posts about how to manifest your dream life. The idiocy. And to say that “It’s not bullying”. Bro yes it is. Tf. How about YOU go learn what bullying is. It wasn’t a one time thing, multiple people are ganging up on me now. But carry on. Low lives.

+ Calling me rude? Okay! Of course i’m not going to respect people who disrespect me. Tf? Want me to sugarcoat it and act like a princess? Want me to just let them disrespect me. “Oh sorry, i’ll do whatever you want. You’re right. I am a low life and an embarrassment and a liar”. AS IF! I’m none of those things and you know it. You’re just reflecting your assumptions about yourself onto me! LMFAO the irony. If you really hate me then go block me and stop reading my posts? It’s that simple? I’m not here to convince you that i’m telling the truth. You can choose to believe in me or not. It doesn’t change the fact that i have entered the void state. Want me to take a picture of my void state and send it to you? Tf? Loa is based on faith and you want proof? You don’t even have faith in yourselves. You need picture proof for everything don’t you?

+ I’m going to stop posting. Unless they are success stories. I’m not giving you guys any more advice. I’m sick and tired of the people on this app. I honestly never thought i would be one of those bloggers that would be bullied on this app. I’m turning off anons so i know that half of you won’t want to send your success stories and i’m fine with that. You can priv message me and if you want to be anonymous i’ll crop out your username and pfp.

Edit: NO WAY!!! I was just abt to turn off anons and decided to look at my inbox and someone accused me of faking the success stories?! WHAT?! I’m sorry what?! They said “it’s you down to the way you type”. WHAT?! That is the most ridiculous thing i’ve ever heard. It’s disheartening. I actually felt the pit in my stomach when i read that. People just assuming the worst about you feels horrible. But it just shows their lack of disbelief in themselves. I did not crate my blog to chase clout wtf?! Why would i spend 2+ hours perfecting my posts so you guys can read them. All that for clout?! I think NOT.

Look at these:

(The way they’re all anonymous says a lot).

+ The amount of bloggers you guys have done this to is CRAZY. Smh 🤦‍♀️

#void state #void #law of assumption #loa blog #loa tumblr #loassumption #loablr #manifestation #loa

[purpurussy]

what is all of this like for post-hiatus phannies?

I've been trying to figure out how to phrase this for a minute. The most obvious comparison would be that it's like starting a TV show 10 seasons in, but that doesn't come remotely close to the amount of required reading necessary to understand even 5% of the references. This has not been a problem for me, as I love nothing more than a good all-consuming hyperfixation rabbit hole, but something I'm realizing is that you really just had to be there to fully Understand.

I got into d&p properly in December of 2023, when gamingmas appealed to my emotionally curious nature and then gave me some kind of irreversible brain damage which I'm still trying to process. Since then I've been consuming their back catalogue as though it's laced with cocaine, and obsessively lurking on phannie tumblr until I finally made this blog a few weeks ago.

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I actually watched Dan's videos for a little while back in roughly 2013/2014, but something about his content back then just wasn't working for me like it does now (I have such a clear memory of watching Reasons Why Dan’s A Fail and thinking "aw man why does this cute little twink hate himself so much 😔" and then going back to watching Jenna Marbles lmao. Funnily enough it did make me change my negative self-talk a little bit). I was very much a brief casual viewer who went off them pretty much after watching a few videos, and after that I was sort of vaguely aware of them as the cultural icons of the 2010s that they were, but I wasn't keeping up with them at all. 

I don't even remember BIG coming out, which is insane because I've always been extremely chronically online and it definitely broke containment as a cultural moment (although I think I was trying to minimize my social media use at that point in my life, so maybe that's why it went over my head). I feel like I must have heard something about it at the time, though, because I knew they were gay when I started watching them last year. What's really strange is that a lot of this stuff is kinda timeless to me. I don't remember it happening 5, 10 or 15 years ago - I just witnessed it very recently. For a lot of you guys, BIG happened 5 years ago, but I just watched it for the first time a few months ago. At the same time, in my mind they've just always been gay, since I wasn't in the trenches of the unhinged online culture surrounding them in the early/mid 2010s. It's so confusing to balance my weird temporal perception of these events with the impressions that I get from you guys. Oftentimes I have to judge roughly when something would have happened based on their appearances - it's not actually a *memory* for me, like it is for you. I absolutely love the dynamic and branding they have now, and the deep dives into their past are more of a curious exploration of how they got here, rather than actually nostalgic (or, I suppose, mildly traumatic) for me. It’s still very interesting and compelling to me, but because I love the current iteration of Dan and Phil, not because I’m emotionally invested in who they used to be. 

Sometimes I’ll be aware that an event happened, but I won’t realize how monumental it was until I see people talking about it (I hate to say it but I genuinely don't fully understand why the BONCAs thing was so earth-shattering, but like I said, I've always lived in a post-BIG universe, and I think you just had to be there). There are also plenty of references to stuff that's just been lost to time, which I have to piece together with context clues, as well as the more unhinged demonic stuff that I just don't have any interest in exploring whatsoever (I think I might have watched the v-day video if I'd been there when it leaked and I was a stupid teenager, but at this point, I don't even feel any kind of morbid curiosity for it. I just feel really bad for them that it got leaked. Plus, unfortunately, I think I've learned all I need to know about it through internet osmosis here). I feel like a lot of these events have a real emotional meaning for you guys, when to me, they're just interesting/funny/insane anecdotes which give some context to everything. Some of the shit that you guys lived through back then is absolutely wild, and I love and appreciate all of you for meticulously archiving and documenting everything and for being so willing to answer the same questions over and over again! Otherwise I feel like I wouldn't be able to really be part of this community, and posting my silly little memes on this blog is so fucking fun. So thank you all for that.

It seems like this is one of the most ride-or-die fanbases I've ever seen. The fact that they could invent the concept of YouTubers doing world tours, successfully execute that multiple times, branch out into several other ventures, come out as gay not fully knowing how that would affect their careers, disappear for several years and then come back knowing that there would be a solid audience waiting for them even after their virality had died down, drop merch every 3 seconds - I don't know who else can really get away with that, for almost 15 years, in the extremely "live fast die young" culture of internet fame. And I think it's in no small part because you all have chronic "unconditionally supporting dan and phil" disease. (While we’re on the topic, I feel very lucky to have missed the hiatus era. There's kind of a compression in the timeline for me between the gaming channel going dark and Dan starting his WAD tour, where it's like that time just doesn't exist in the Dan and Phil cinematic universe for me. It took me a while to realize how insane it must have been when they came back in full force, I can't even imagine how that must have felt.)

Of course, there's a caveat in that I'm saying this only really knowing about the tip of the demon iceberg. I’m aware of people engaging in behaviours such as doxxing them, outing them and stalking their families, which is horrifying in and of itself, but I don’t know how long it went on for or how many people were involved. I think people are generally pretty well-behaved at this point, and most of the drama seems to be between different schools of thought within the fanbase itself. I assume a big part of the reason for that is people's varying degrees of involvement in (and remaining notion of guilt for) the boundary-crossing behaviour from the old days. Living with the spectre of this insanity is kind of strange - it makes me feel nervous sometimes that I’m gonna accidentally say something that hits a nerve, or cross a line I didn’t know existed, because there’s all this history that I don’t fully understand, beyond just the normal unwritten rules for interacting with fan spaces online. 

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The topic that got me writing this in the first place was the orange heart incident, and everyone’s subsequent meltdown. For me, the excitement in them soft/hard/semi launching is more about me just getting excited about any open, proud expression of queer joy - it heals something inside me every time I hear a man referring to his husband or a woman referring to her wife (excuse the gendered terms, ykwim. gay shit). It's just that sentiment, combined with the fact that I'm parasocially invested in them: I'd love to see that energy from my fave little guys who live inside my computer. I am basically rooting for them to become more comfortable with just talking about gay stuff more openly and candidly, and I guess that would require a bit of a hard launch, although I can understand that they don't want to potentially open the door to excessive questioning regarding their relationship. I feel like it ✨hits different✨ for people who watched them for years before they came out. Like, you guys are rooting for people who you watched in real time struggling with their identities and internalized homophobia for years and years, while to me, they’re just some guys who I’m a fan of. Sometimes I get caught up in the emotional frenzy of their hard-launch breadcrumbs even though I don’t feel quite as insane about it as you guys (I said in some tags a few days ago that it’s like the base instinct to turn around and start running if you see a crowd of people running towards you and screaming in terror, even if you have no idea what’s going on). Anyway, I would love to see them being more gooey with each other, and I am gobbling up the breadcrumbs they're feeding us atm, because I love seeing gay people expressing gay love with no shame 🧡 

I think my perception of them as a couple, or of their sexualities independently, is just kind of an extension of everything Dan said in BIG. I really have no doubt that they're a couple, and I don't feel any kind of weird Catholic guilt in saying that, since I neither witnessed nor participated in the insanity back then. I interpreted (I'm paraphrasing) "obviously we were more than friends, but it was more than just romantic, we're like, actual soulmates" followed by "as for the situation now? we're private people and we'd like to keep that part of our lives private" as him essentially saying that obviously they're a couple, but that their relationship is not part of the Dan And Phil™ Brand. The brand is 2 guys who have great chemistry doing comedy together (5 feet apart even though clearly they are gay and in love). And I think that's a completely healthy decision to make, even irrespective of their history. I think a hard launch would be subtle, and it wouldn’t realistically change the nature of their content that much. 

With that being said, to me, it seems slightly wild for people to adamantly insist they're not a couple, or that it’s “invasive” to assume that they are one (not that that really applies to anyone here, but elsewhere on the internet). If they were a straight man and a straight woman, and there wasn't a huge chunk of people on the internet struggling with this oddly conditioned aversion to seeing them as a couple, then nobody on earth would be insisting that it's weird to assume they're together. Dan confirmed that they became romantically involved around the time they met, and building a forever home with your ex is crazy, that's all there is to it.

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This is kind of a messy stream of thoughts (it ended up sort of becoming 2 essays for the price of 1) and I don't really know where I was going with it. In conclusion I think that day 1 phannies are braver than any US marine and you have all suffered more than Jesus on the cross, and I'm extremely thankful that I get to reap the rewards of your labour now without having lived through the dark ages myself. I also think some of you are holding onto a bit of unnecessary guilt for dumb shit you said on the internet when you were a kid. And Dan and Phil are gay and I love them and I reeeeaaaallllyyy want them to do a podcast so bad because this is all conjecture and I would parasocially love to hear their actual thoughts on it

#phan #dan and phil #mine #long post #i fucking love the sound of my own voice apparently. like why the fuck is this 2000 words #i originally included even more waffling about my thoughts on wedding hill and why dan didnt come out earlier #but this is already wayyy too long as it is so i'll save that for another time #also. watch them immediately say/do something which changes my mind on all of this dsfgjkll #ALSO also i need to stop overusing parentheses. the thing about having adhd is that every thought comes with several extra bonus thoughts #posted this by accident from my drafts but fuck it. self indulgent essay be upon ye

[gilbirda]

Deal

Based on a tumblr post!

Now with sequel! -> The After

NOW WITH ART! AMAZING SHORT COMIC BY PAPS

One day, a woman hires Jason to kill an unusual amount of people. The more he looks at the case, the more he is convinced he has to accept.

"I want them gone." She had said with a straight face. "All of them have to die."

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notes:

This is set after the events of Lost Days and before he goes to Gotham to do Under the Red Hood stuff. I'm playing with timeline like a kid with building blocks. Any needed context is added in the story.

I know Dick killed the Joker because of Jason's death. I KNOW. But Jason here doesn't know. Don't come at me in the replies.

There is no ship content per say, but is hinted in the future.

[Read on AO3] [Read on FF]

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Jason looked up from the closed manila folder and glanced at the quiet figure of his new potential employer.

Caitlyn Williams.

It was a fake name, he suspected. If the black wig wasn't enough of a clue about the fishiness of the situation, the way she omitted parts of her explanation, redirected his questions or provided just the basic information he would need for the hit was another big red flag.

Jason could work with this. It wasn't as if he had the moral high ground here - he was living with a fake identity given that Jason Todd was dead and theoretically buried six feet under. Not even Bruce knew he was alive, but he had plans to remedy that.

In the meantime, he was trying to get some extra money since wouldn’t have Talia’s wealth forever and he had to eventually leave the nest, so to speak; and until he had a stable income he had to do small hit jobs like this one.

What this woman wanted wasn't small, though.

"I want them gone." She had said with a straight face. "All of them have to die."

That was a lot of rage in so few words.

She didn’t dwell with pleasantries, she didn’t smile once he sat down in front of her in the Diner they chose for this meeting, she didn’t make small conversation. She just nodded at him and slid a folder over the table to him and said those words before explaining what she wanted, exactly.

Jason didn’t open the folder just yet. He watched her as she sipped on her tea, her eyes fixed on the window of the diner, deceptively calm and distracted. She was watching him as much as he was watching her.

He respected that.

She continued sipping her tea as he opened the folder to take a look at the information inside. Names, locations, details about security and notes about how to bypass them - she had done all the homework for him.

“It’s a lot of targets,” he commented, eyes going over the lists and profiles. Scientists, doctors, a few government officials. It wouldn’t be easy. “It will cost ya.”

“I’ll worry about the money, you just have to kill them.” Caitlyn placed the empty cup on the table. Her hands were steady, too steady.

“What’s the story?”

Her lips twitched. The first show of real emotion since he sat down in front of her.

“I was under the impression that you didn’t ask questions.”

Touchy subject, then. “And I don’t.” He chose to let it go. For now. “When do you need this done?”

“You can take your time,” she interlaced her fingers over the table, “ponder over how and when you want to do this.” She looked up at him. Jason had never seen eyes so cold, so furious, and so devoid of any other emotion but rage - at least not on any other person than himself. “I don’t mind waiting if it means they all end up dead.”

It was personal, very personal. She didn’t want to kill a business rival, or an ex-employer, or wanted to eliminate a threat. She wanted revenge.

What could have happened to make someone hire him to kill so many people? She was young, too. Probably eighteen, twenty at most, even though she tried to mask her age under makeup, nice clothes and high heels.

Caitlyn had been royally screwed over by the people in this list, that was clear. Enough to make her hire someone like him.

Alright. He would do this.

Jason flipped more pages just for show despite having decided he would do this hit, and maybe give her a discount too; he was a sucker for petty revenge, after all.

She quietly sucked in a breath when the last section of her thorough report was revealed.

Doctors Jackson and Madeline Fenton.

He glanced up, but her face was again a mask of contained fury and faked indifference. Jason shrugged, knowing he wouldn’t get anything from her, and read the information on the paper.

Lead scientist in the GIW, made a career studying creatures from another dimension, made a big breakthrough a few years ago about those creatures and had received this and that award.

The information in this section was extensive, with more notes about their behavioral patterns, a cataloged report on every little detail despite not needing that much information for a hit.

“Those two,” the young woman said, one finger with bitten off nails pointing at the photo of the scientists on top of the report, “I want them to suffer.”

If eyes were the windows to the soul, Jason would have guessed her soul was dark, cold and filled with a desire to kill so deep it almost made him shiver.

***

He accepted the job, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to do some extra investigation on the side.

Her report was extensive and plentiful, but there were gaps and a subtle vagueness that didn’t sit well with him. It meant there was a big chunk of information she was deliberately not sharing with him, and that couldn’t be good.

One, because if there was something he needed to know, he wanted to know. He wouldn’t put the whole mission in jeopardy just because a pretty girl subtly told him to not look too much into it.

Two, because she could be lying and selling him bullshit to rope him into killing innocent people - not that they looked that innocent in the paper, given the dubious experiments and the suspicious payment methods - and Jason had morals, thank you very much.

And three, because he was curious. What had happened? How was this woman involved in a secret government organization that experimented with creatures from another dimension? He needed to find out who she was and why she wanted to destroy them so much.

Turns out, it wasn’t that hard to find out the answer to at least one of his questions.

Her name was Jasmine, twenty years old. Eldest daughter of Jackson and Madeline Fenton.

Jason had to stop and take a step back for a moment, his mind replaying the way her eyes hardened at her mask of indifference almost broke when those two were discussed.

Her own damn parents.

“I want them to suffer.”

What the hell happened? He wasn’t a stranger to shitty parents or wanting to kill paternal figures; hell, he wanted to kill Bruce, but he wanted it to be clean and swift, beat him at his own game, not the dark desires he saw in her eyes as she said those words.

The next days he worked restessly to find out what the fuck happened to the sweet girl in the family photos he managed to find online. What happened since her graduation photo, seventeen and with a bright smile full of hope and plans for the future, that could make her what she was now.

Turns out, she had a brother. Had.

Daniel Fenton was seventeen years old when he was reported missing. There was some follow up on the investigation, but local police quickly closed the case as another runaway and forgot about it.

It smelled so bad and sketchy, the police files were half assed and filled with grammatical and spelling errors, as if nobody cared enough to properly write them. The interviews were brief and scarce, and the parents were absent for the most of it.

Bad. Very bad.

The last piece clicked when he found out about project P-001.

It wasn’t in Jasmine’s report. For a good reason.

If Jason had to make a list of things that weren’t pleasant to read, the reports on project P-001 would be at the top - and he had read many unpleasant things in his career as Robin and then with the League and training with the teachers Talia set up for him.

P-001 was… an ode to inhumanity. How far people were ready to go “in the name of science”, how extreme things could get without anybody having concerns about the morality of it all, how much auto-justification a person needed to hurt another creature and stop questioning if there was a limit to what they were doing.

Jason saw a photo of the studied subject for project P-001. Malnourished, broken and defeated, but not beyond recognition.

Daniel had been tortured and killed by these people, his parents won a few awards thanks to the results of project P-001, the GIW got a whole new influx of taxpayer money thanks to his sacrifice.

They called him “Phantom”, but there was no doubt that it was Daniel who was sitting in that cell, chained to a wall. They called him “a thing” but the reports talked about vital signs and electrical brain signals and bone density. They reported his death as a “small bump in the road of the pursuit of knowledge” but he couldn’t find a death certificate no matter how much he looked.

***

Jason found the woman in a nearby park, quietly feeding the ducks some lettuce at the pond. It was a nice day outside, not too sunny or too cloudy, and the breeze was cold enough for a jacket. A perfect day.

Jasmine looked younger in her jeans and black long sleeved shirt, now without makeup in her face. She had long red hair freely moved by the breeze, pushed back from her face with a teal headband.

“It wasn’t hard to find you, Jasmine.”

“I wasn’t exactly hiding.” She shrugged, still looking at the ducks approaching the little lettuce chunks she threw at the water.

Both watched the ducks fight for the food for a moment.

“Having second thoughts?” She asked, deliberately not looking at him.

He shook his head despite knowing she wouldn’t see it. “No. Just… curious.”

“About?” Jasmine arched an eyebrow, ripping a bit more of lettuce and throwing it at the ducks.

What could he ask? How did that happen? Why didn't she save her brother? How could her parents do something like that? Why had she chosen him for this?

“Why me? Why now?”

“Those are two different questions, Mr. Todd. Pick one.”

It just came out of her mouth like nothing. She knew who he was. She knew about Jason Todd and about his past and what else-

“Relax. I don’t know the details. I just know you were dead for a while and then you were not.”

“How?”

“It wasn’t that hard, actually. Just connected the dots between the dead Robin and Bruce Wayne’s adopted son that was involved in a tragic accident overseas.”

At this point, he was just impressed. When Jasmine investigated, she did so thoroughly.

“It was one of the reasons I chose you, actually.”

“Because I was Robin?” If so, he was walking out of this and never looking back.

“Because you died.” She dropped the last bit of lettuce and turned towards him. Her eyes were dark as the depths of the ocean. “And no one avenged you.” Jasmine smiled, but it wasn’t the vibrant smile of the picture he found of her. “Want to walk with me?”

He just nodded, too entranced by her mysteries. He needed to know what she knew, how she knew it and why her words pulled strings in his heart.

They started wandering around the park without a clear destination, walking side by side, virtually alone at the park in the middle of a weekday.

“I knew you would take this job if only because of the similarities it had with your case. Died young at the hands of a maniac that never got what was deserved. I hoped to appeal to your unprocessed rage as a way to convince you to kill all these people without asking too many questions.”

He frowned, not really liking the analysis, especially because it was exactly what he was going to do. “That’s too many assumptions about a person you have never met.”

“I was going to be a psychiatrist.” She shrugged. “I was interested in profiling and therapy. Guessing is my specialty.”

Was. Past tense.

“What happened?”

“I came back home during a school break to find that my brother was missing. Jack and Maddie acted like he would come back at any moment and didn’t give it a lot of importance.” Her mouth twisted when she said their names. “Danny’s friends told me the truth - he had been taken by the GIW.”

“And the doctors were covering for them.”

She was already shaking her head before he finished his sentence. “Wrong. They were the ones that sold him.”

“Their own son?” The words left a bad taste in his mouth.

“Ah. But they didn’t consider him a son anymore. Danny, for them, was dead. Replaced by Phantom.” She saw he was going to ask follow up questions and quickly added. “Ghosts. The ‘creatures’ they were investigating. You call them ghosts.”

Okay. Aliens existed. He had died and came back to life. Ghosts he could believe. “Your brother was already dead?”

“He was a halfa. Half ghost, half human. A rarity.”

Jason didn’t ask more. With what he found in his research and with the new twist in the story, he was capable of drawing correct conclusions.

“Why didn’t you try to rescue him?” It hurt a little that Danny was already gone by the time he was made aware of this.

“I tried, I tried so hard.” Jasmine stopped walking for a moment, her eyes lost in the memories. For a second, Jason thought she was going to cry. “But it was futile. We were too late, he was dead before we could gather enough resources and intel to storm the lab.”

She resumed walking and he followed. “And then?”

“Then - And then it was like, I don’t know. I wouldn’t say they tried to move on, because they were affected for a while. Danny was dead and gone, we couldn’t even find his ghost in the Ghost Zone, and they accepted it and continued life.

“It was like I was the only one that still cared, that still felt like life had fucked her over. They asked me to let it go, to let Danny go, to be content that at least he was finally resting and not in the hands of his torturers. I couldn’t.” She looked at him, a single tear rolling down in an otherwise emotionless mask. “He was my baby brother. They killed my brother, Jason.”

The force of her words hit him like a sledgehammer.

She wanted the people that hurt her brother to be killed? To suffer? He would do it. Free of charge.

“Give me three days and you have a deal.” He extended his hand for her to shake it.

The slight tremble in her hand when she took it wasn’t exactly because of the cold.

***

Precisely three days and three nights later, everyone in that list was dead. All the bases had been burned to the ground and the lab where Danny was tortured didn’t exist anymore. As an extra, he also uncovered where some of the dirty money came from and sent a few emails to the people that would investigate this.

The GIW would be no more by the end of the week.

He called Jazz, as she insisted she preferred to be addressed, to tell her the good news. It was late at night, but she picked it up after a few rings and didn’t sound sleepy at all.

“It’s done.” The night was quiet as he walked back to his motorcycle, ready to go back to his safehouse, shower the blood away and collapse in his bed for twenty four hours.

Jazz’s only answer was a slow exhale. Was she relieved?

“Thank you, Jason.” Neither commented how her voice broke a little.

“No problem.”

He knew he should hang up as it was what he usually did. The job was done, the bad guys were killed, and the client was satisfied.

And yet…

“I’ll send you the rest of the money-”

“Don’t.”

She was quiet for so long he checked that the call hadn’t been dropped.

“Are you playing with me?”

“Nope,” he popped the ‘p’. “I was feeling charitable and I think your brother deserves a bit of righteous fury. Long story short, the down payment you did before the hit? It will get bounced back to you in a business day or two, I think.”

“I don’t want to be pitied. If this is because I told you-”

“No.” He finally got to his bike, hidden behind some bushes. “It’s not about pity. Is not even about your brother. It’s about me.”

“Oh?”

He sighed. He had time to think about this job and how close to his heart it hit. “You were right, I was never avenged. I have an older brother, but you probably already knew that,” she hummed in agreement, but didn’t interrupt him. “I wish he had gone and hired a dude to kill the Joker, like you did, instead of hiding behind shitty morals.”

“I don’t think the Joker could be killed so easily, so it’s not the same situation.” She chuckled softly, the sound fitting her lovely voice. “And also, I hired you because I can’t fight and I don’t have the means to do what you can do. Not because I didn’t want to do it myself.”

He couldn’t help but smile. “So you are saying that if you were trained, you would have done this yourself.”

“Absolutely. Why waste time telling my sob story to a total stranger?”

She had a point. Also, he was scared what kind of assassin she could be if she had the proper training. She was smart and methodical, she just needed-

Jason stopped the thought right there. He was getting attached. Maybe he was just tired.

“So. What’s the deal now? I don’t know you, you don’t know me, and we never speak again?”

“Pretty much it,” Jason got onto his bike, but didn’t turn it on just yet. “It’s been a pleasure doing business with you, Jazz.”

She hummed again. “Thank you again. For this, I mean.”

Jason choked a little at how sincere she sounded. “No problem at all.” And, feeling like she needed a bit of closure, he added: “Danny would be proud of you.”

Jazz was quiet for a moment, and he feared he said the wrong thing for a hot second. The apology was ready at the tip of his tongue when he heard a quiet sob.

“I hope so.” She tried to sound normal, but he already heard her. “I really hope so.”

***

He tracked her down again in another park, in another city. She had changed her fake name twice and did a really decent job covering her tracks to just disappear and start again.

The thing is, she looked miserable.

She was looking at the ducks in a nearby pond, a lettuce in her hands, but she wasn’t moving from the park bench she was sitting on. Just looking at the ducks.

“I thought we wouldn’t see each other again.”

“Maybe this is a coincidence.”

Her chuckle was as lifeless as the rest of herself. What happened?

“Danny’s friends got angry at me. They said I went mad and that what I did was wrong.” She said as an explanation, but he knew that it wasn’t it. “An anonymous tip led the Justice League to my childhood home and everything was confiscated.”

She glared at him, as if she knew he had something to do with it. One of her hands went for a necklace she hadn’t the last time he saw her - it was more like a piece of metal that had been drilled a hole and was attached to a chain.

He didn’t comment on the object, although he assumed it had something to do with Danny.

“Jasmine Fenton is dead.” She sighed. “I really can’t go back, huh.”

Jason couldn’t think of anything useful to say, so he didn’t say anything.

Both sat in silence, watching the ducks paddle around the pond. Jasmine fiddled with the lettuce, probably thinking about walking up to the water and feeding the animals.

Jason stood up and extended his hand for her to take it. To his surprise, she easily did so, following him towards whe ducks, and letting him take the green leaves from her hands.

He started breaking off pieces of lettuce and throwing it to the water. “You could come with me.”

“Huh?”

He didn’t look at her. This wasn’t some spur of the moment decision - he couldn’t stop thinking about her dull eyes and her anger and her sad smiles. He had his own issues, but he could see a kindred broken soul in her.

Also, he could use someone like her in what he had planned for Gotham. She was smart, capable and wasn’t afraid of doing what had to be done.

“I’m going back to Gotham soon. I have plans for that city.”

“What about Batman?”

He looked at her, finding her arching an eyebrow at him. Her teal eyes were getting back some light as she narrowed her eyes, thinking, analyzing him.

“I have plans for him too.”

Jazz had given him much to think about. After he got his shower and his rest, Jason considered how broken up Jazz had been about the whole issue, how much revenge had taken from her. She got the job done, she made sure her little brother’s death meant something - but her cost had been more than money.

He still resented Bruce for not doing anything after his death, don’t be confused. But he was starting to think that things aren’t that simple, and that grief could really mess up with someone’s decisions.

So. He had changed his plans regarding Bruce. Less torture and more hard facts, and was still going to make him lose his mind trying to guess who Red Hood was, but that was more for his own enjoyment than to see him suffer.

“How could someone like me be of use to someone like you?”

Right. His offer.

“You have guts and the brains to back them up. I like that,” he shrugged, passing the lettuce back to her. “And you can be trained.”

“To be like you?”

“If that’s what you want.” He wouldn’t force her, though. If she said no, he wouldn’t push it. “You could watch my back and I watch yours.”

Jazz was quiet as she took her time breaking up the lettuce and letting it fall into the water. Her face was neutral, her eyes glazed over as she contemplated her options. She had done her research on him, on his past, on Gotham and on Batman. She knew what she was getting herself into if she said yes.

“You know what? Why the hell not.” She rubbed any remaining piece of lettuce from her hands and turned to look at him with a tiny smile. “Danny always said I had to live a little.”

She extended her hand for him to take it. He did so, finding that this time her handshake was firmer. Stronger.

“Give me three days and you have a deal.” She winked.

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i can’t believe i am making a post like this but since this is very very close to home, i’m deciding to use this to reach as much people as possible.

SO, if you know me, hi hello and if you don’t, i go by jarvis on here but my actual name is maxx. and i live in hawaii.

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and a couple of hours prior of writing this, i just got word back from my mother that distant relatives of mine from my grandfather’s side have passed away from the fire.

i’m writing this to spread awareness of what’s happening in the world we live in, i know that some of you use tumblr as your escape from reality but this is reality unfortunately.

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Thank you for the very detailed reply! You’ve given me a lot to think about from a legal perspective. Follow up questions (feel free to ignore if I’m pestering you) in the hypothetical scenario that Felix simply tires of Oliver the way he did with Eddie, does Oliver still react the same way? If their friendship had ended on more amicable, gradual, mundane terms, is Oliver still pushed over the edge to the point that murder is on the table? I think his first instinct would be to crank up the lies, but if Felix doesn’t bite? He’d still be heartbroken, but would he be as angry as he was at “you make my blood run cold”?

Had Felix lived, do you think he would’ve eventually grown into a stiff upper lipped snob? After all, Elspeth was also a party girl who fraternised with rock stars and then look at the version we meet.

This is an unpopular opinion I guess but to me the heartbeat of the movie was Felix. I know Oliver is more popular, especially on Tumblr, but I was completely smitten with Jacob Elordi. What are your headcanons about him? Mine is that the reason he was found so quickly is because Venetia raised the alarm. I think she was very very attached to him (maybe to an unhealthy amount the way a lot of people seem to be) and no matter how busy things got she always had one eye on her brother, making sure he was okay.

My pleasure to answer, Anon! 1. In the hypothetical scenario that Felix got bored, Oliver would continue to try to find ways to hook Felix back in. The only way he would then act with more murderous intent would be if there were no going back whatsoever. No way out but this. Oliver, in the moment where he decides to give Felix the bottle, is a hurt animal backed into a corner. So he reacts impulsively and emotionally. Outside of that context, he will continue to do anything that he has to do to continue to be interesting to Felix and to keep himself in Felix's orbit while not harming Felix as long as he does not believe that there is no other way. I do not think there would be a reason for Oliver to let it go. He would keep at it and never let go. And it's evident that he would continue to get at it since, in film canon, it has been 15 years and he continues to view Felix as his God, worthy of his love and idolatry, despite being dead. If I may quote NBC Hannibal for a moment, Dr. DuMaurier tells Will Graham (now having accepted the dark parts of his nature and desirous to act chaotically in order to free his would be lover): "You found religion. Nothing more dangerous than that." Though I won't get into the dissection we could make of that line in the context of its source, I can express that, to Oliver, Felix is, essentially, his religion. And Oliver is nothing short of devout. Yes, even sacrificing Felix falls into a sense of idolatry because he has forever frozen Felix at the height of his perfection through Oliver's eyes. The way Felix is framed in the opening and closing montages of the film, through Oliver's eyes, tells us as such. Felix is forever perfect. Given that this is how Oliver sees Felix and feels about Felix regardless of all the foibles that Felix certainly has, he would NEVER let Felix go. Ever. He would keep trying to hook Felix or he would die trying.

2. I do speculate a bit about this more in my fic than I have in proper meta, but...Felix would have an immense amount of pressure on him to confirm to fit a specific mould. Despite that Venetia is older, context clues in the film (such as Felix having the conversation with Farleigh in regards to money for Frederica) indicate that it would have been Felix to inherit the estate and the title that goes along with it, certainly. This means that while some deviation from the "standard" picture of stiff upper lip aristocracy might've been tolerated, it would not have been permissible and allowed in its entirety. @leiflitter covers bits of this in their wonderful You're Almost Home series which, if you've not read, I strongly recommend. In their story, an adult Felix still retains bits and pieces of the vibrant personality that makes him him, but parts of it have been dampened by the circumstance of him having a quickie marriage to a woman he barely knew because she got pregnant, becoming a parent (especially becoming a parent very young), and eventually becoming the Master of the Estate and, if I'm not mistaken, a baronet. Per the rules of the aristocracy, there was no way that Felix could simply not marry a girl he got pregnant. He had to marry her to cover the scandal and the baby serves as an heir which would be expected of him. Even if we go outside of this wonderful fic, and go back into canon meta, Felix has expectations on him: marrying a woman, having heirs, inheriting and managing Saltburn. It doesn't seem like a lot and it does come with gargantuan wealth but, you said it yourself, Elspeth used to run around with musicians and was probably wild back in the day, but she became a house cat, so to speak, when she became the Lady of Saltburn. And Elspeth would arguably have had less expectation on her. She needed to marry rich and birth heirs and be the picture of quiet civility. She is likely, as we know her, a dampened version of who she was before marriage. Felix has just the bit more of not only perpetuating the system to which he belongs but managing it. It's a lot of responsibility to put on one person. And, I think, he's already keenly aware of the responsibility that will fall onto his lap even before his father dies. It's why he buries his emotions in alcohol, drugs, and (terrible) sex with girls he couldn't give a flying fig about. So, while I do think some who 20yo Felix is survives an adulthood in the aristocracy, we're looking at an adult Felix being kinda like his mum in some aspects and kind of like his dad in others (dampened, stiff upper lip versions of who they probably really are).

3. I don't know that it's an unpopular opinion, actually. In my opinion, the film itself tells you it's about Felix. It's often misinterpreted (specifically by shit critics and YouTubers) as being a bad "Eat the Rich" movie with Oliver being the wild bisexual who just wanted the Cattons' riches. However, the first line is about Oliver "not" being in love with Felix. And, we know from Emerald, that is a lie. That Oliver was in love with Felix. It's evident from how the camera frames Felix. It's evident with the fact that the light goes from rich and golden while Felix is alive, to stark and white in a post-Felix world. Felix is Oliver's religion, and he is the story. He is, as you said, the heartbeat. What happens is that Oliver is a lot more fun to dissect than Felix is. I say this as someone who continuously dissects Felix and have put a lot of the dissection of his character into fic. But, Oliver would not be Oliver without Felix. He didn't really exist before him and we wouldn't have the film or any of the events without Felix being this Apollo coded figure. Also, yes, Jacob Elordi's subtle performance as Felix often goes unnoticed, but it was absolutely wonderful.

4. Ok so one of my head-canons would be this (another long post because it's how I do when I really get into it). Venetia is his older sister, so I agree that she is very protective of him (Again, something I explore more in my fic than I have in meta but I could do a whole post on the sibling dynamics). I have other small ones like Felix repeatedly took his shoes off and threw them when he was very little, that his guitar playing is subpar but he knows how to play Oasis' Wonderwall and probably played it for Ollie, that he could not pick out India or Annabel out in a police lineup (I just don't think he really views them as people), that he has a MASSIVE sweet tooth and prefers "girly" cocktails to more "manly" drinks but doesn't order them because he doesn't want people to judge, that he has comfort clothes and wears them until they're beyond repair (like the blue sweater at the beginning of the film having holes for example), etc. Felix is lovely and we know so little about him and I do adore him. I get why Oliver lost his mind over this big himbo.

#mari answers #saltburn #oliver quick #felix catton #this was another long post #I have a lot of thoughts guys #and I do fuck all with my degree so this is fun to do lol #elspeth catton #venetia catton

[azurdlywisterious]

Okay okay, this time giving my fallout ocs tumblrs wont end in disaster! Im sure of it!

💸 mrhouseownsmysoul reblogged big-mt-head

💸 mrhouseownsmysoul

Ughhhhhhh my beloved husband really needs to finish up his business meeting its been five hours and i miss him~

🧠 big-mt-head

@.therealprimmshady can you explain this?

⭐️ therealprimmshady

Nope. Nope nope. Go ask whichever doctor of yours calls you shiloh

🧠 big-mt-head

Youre thinking of Dr. Dala. Anyways she says its a sex thing

💸 mrhouseownsmysoul

Who let you two past the gate?!

#this is what i get for being horny on main smh

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⏳ start-startover

I’m picking the brown m’n’ms out of a candy bowl right now if anyone wants some free m’n’ms

🏃‍♀️ uh-ohthemisery-2

Why are you picking out the brown m’n’ms out of a candy bowl?

⏳ start-startover

Dean doesnt want any

🏃‍♀️ uh-ohthemisery-2

What a diva! Any idea why?

⏳ start-startover

No clue. Ill probably give them to the followers if no one else wants them.

⏳ start-startover

Wait, is that you dalcia?

#didnt u deactivate? #like recently?

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📝 mrrocherwasmyfather asked:

As the person closest to Mr. House, can you tell me what he plans to do with the now empty building that the NCR was occupying before the Battle of Hoover Dam?

💸 mrhouseownsmysoul answered:

I mean, he does have plans but those are trade secrets. Who even are you?

📝 mrrocherwasmyfather

The name’s Ferrero, private investigator. Mr. New Vegas buys his stories off me

💸 mrhouseownsmysoul

Oooookay… so youre like a tabloid reporter?

📝 mrrocherwasmyfather

Not since the war, sweetheart. Not since the war.

#ive never heard this guy on my radio #i doubt hes the real deal

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Life sometimes can come at you hard like a .45 bullet. Remember, with enough stimpacks, you can just run past it and live

#totally didnt piss off a specific guy #youll never catch me bitch #yes sir this is vauging #DONT FUCKING TAG HIM

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🍀 luckiestbastard reblogged mygenderis-c4

💥 mygenderis-c4

Ill be fighting at the thorn tonight at 12 if anyone wants to see me throw down with three giant radscorpions

💸 mrhouseownsmysoul

I would love to watch you fight, Henri! Where is the thorn?

💥 mygenderis-c4

Its in westside! :)

💸 mrhouseownsmysoul

W-west… side?

💥 mygenderis-c4

Its another low income community outside of new vegas? Like freeside?

💸 mrhouseownsmysoul

Theres another poor neighborhood close to new vegas?

💥 mygenderis-c4

Wow.

#Thats why we call her the strip queen #<prev tags

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⏳ start-startover reblogged mrrocherwasmyfather

📝 mrrocherwasmyfather asked:

So, I hear a certain old world singer has resurfaced and you seem pretty close to him. Is there any new music in the works for Dean Domino?

⏳ start-startover answered:

First, Dean was absolutely thrilled to know that reporters are still asking about him (he’s currently taking a break from social media which is why he didnt see your ask to him immediately). At the moment, no. But hopefully he’ll have an album coming out in the future once he’s reestablished his name in the music industry.

📝 mrrocherwasmyfather

Thank you so much for your time, Ms. Vult.

⏳ start-startover

I do have plenty of it, after all.

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💸 mrhouseownsmysoul

My next editorial photoshoot look will be devoted to whoever started calling me “Strip Queen” because i will be reclaiming that title mwah mwah

#also the Gomorrah Casino is going to be closed for the day tomorrow

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👄 thecoolerscrewdriver

It’s got what plants crave!

📻 not-another-guy-podcasting

It has electrolytes!

#killed another bandit #how long will you be out for?

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🍀 luckiestbastard

Couldve sworn i went to sleep at the 38 so why did i wake up at the tops???

👄 thecoolerscrewdriver

Nukashine?

🍀 luckiestbastard

What the hell is that?

👄 thecoolerscrewdriver

Bad decisions in a bottle

#it glowey tho

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🌌 azurdlywisterious

Fuck theres more of them now???

#dashboard simulator #unreality #fallout new vegas #fallout 76 #suzie fromme #dalcia o’deorian #deja vult #henri wesson #harvey wallbanger #sir of big mt #felix barnstar #and introducing #ferrero geneson

[kinfeelings]

Stream of Consciousness: Looking Back, Labels & a Bit About Dysphoria.

I first began believing I was “strange” and “more/other than human” in elementary school (I distantly remember I had feelings of it before then but it became blatant in elementary) and then also the horrible daycare I was placed in for many hours after school ended. Probably had a lot, if not everything, to due with my undiagnosed autism and untreated trauma. I spent recesses wandering around the playground or digging in the dirt, stuck in my head, mostly ignoring my peers who wanted little to do with me anyhow, and then at the daycare, where it was near-constant torment, I was still always pretending to be Something Else. A non-canon OC Warriors cat, a tiger (sometimes even an aquatic “water-tiger”), a werewolf, many different things. Before elementary school and that daycare I was simply obsessed with thinking I was an ordinary house-cat every now and then.

Skip ahead years later and suddenly I am a teen in middle school scouring Tumblr, fixated on Tom Hiddleston at the height of the Avengers-mania. I begin hearing glimpses of something called “otherkin.” It’s so harshly ridiculed that I veer away from it immediately despite it vaguely catching my interest for some reason. More time goes by and I’ve become a young adult, who’s ready to learn more about this concept that I only caught snippets of before. I find I relate to a lot of it, but haven’t any clue what my kintypes are yet. I tried so many freaking labels, y’all. It was ridiculous. Meowth and persian pokémon, a sable working-line German shepherd dog, an Eastern water-spirit dragon, a Maine coon, Bluestar from Warriors, Star Catcher from My Little Pony, Zira from The Lion King, I even attempted to test out an archetrope…

None of these were true, but it’s good I searched, and developed more understanding of my identity.

I am currently twenty-seven, and I call myself: spiritual/psychological, alterhuman, voidpunk, and beastpunk. My current kintypes are as follows: feline cladotherian, all the eeveelutions including eevee itself (pokémon), and various fluctuating fiction- and OCkintypes. My favorite animals are felines, which is cool considering that I am literally all of them at once. I don’t dislike anything that I am, to be honest, which is pretty lucky—some individuals hate what they are, and I feel bad for them. Species euphoria comes to me as a sort of inner peaceful feeling, like all the bullshit of living humanly is ignorable and tolerable, like me-as-my-’types are having no trouble piloting this body I inhabit. I do recognize I value humanity and don’t scorn it anymore, which is why I choose to say I’m alterhuman instead of purely nonhuman. Though, I’ve been wondering about that, lately. Not that I’m going back to hating it as I did when I was younger, just that...am I latching onto the idea of being only a “human but slightly to the left” out of habit and fear of repercussions?

Someone in the OtherConnect Discord server told me “alterhuman” doesn’t imply either having humanity nor lack of it, it’s an umbrella term that includes examples of both. So I guess I was kinda mistaken? So I’m calling myself nonhuman from now on, too.

Dysphoria is a hellish time when it does occur for me, especially since I’m already mentally ill to begin with. Everything feels discordant, borderline painful; the air itself that I breathe has a blunt and mocking edge to it, cruel and relentless. You will never be anything you are within. Fuck my intrusive thoughts and anxiety disorder, frankly. They can kiss my ass.

#lionel speaks #essay #journal #alterhuman #otherkin

[lifezvictory]

Okay, so today’s (technically yesterday’s since I’m writing this post at midnight but I don’t really consider it to be the next day until I either go to sleep, or the sun comes up, whatever comes first) episode of SaMS was very emotional, to say the least. Normally I don’t write posts about those because my possibly neurodivergent brain (haven’t been officially diagnosed but I’m almost certain it’s true) doesn’t really know how to formulate coherent, smoothly flowing pros about hyper-emotional stuff, especially when I’ve recently been exposed to it. But, I have some thoughts that I have to share, so I’m releasing them into the chaotic bowels of Tumblr. (These thoughts, of course, contain spoilers for the latest episode so only click read more if you’ve seen it or are willing to be spoiled.)

So, I have a feeling that Eclipse is really, truly dead this time. And when I first got acquainted with this orange menace, I would’ve been extátic at this. I was the first time he “died.” But now? I’ve actually got mixed feelings.

On one hand, Eclipse really was a terrible person and he kind of deserved what he got. But on the other? I’m a little disappointed with the writers’ decision. Because, it felt like they had been leading up to a redemption ark for Eclipse. All this talk about him having nobody and no purpose, I just felt like it could have been leading up to something bigger. And even though I used to hate Eclipse with a burning passion, I have read two amazing fanfics that did an ark for him insanely well, and I would have loved to see the original creators of this character’s take on it. Although, there was a part of me that thought it might not go that direction because in one q & a, someone asked if Eclipse could be redeemable, to which Sun and Moon understandably denied and I thought could possibly be the opinion of the creators themselves, and not just Sun and Moon’s.

The little scene near the end of the video, with Eclipse and Solar Flare in the mindscape right before their death really got to me, especially with Eclipse’s reaction. He was genuinely terrified unlike his first version’s death, and I’m pretty sure the guy went through the five stages of grief in those thirty seconds or so. It resonated with me because it humanizes (animatronicizes?) Eclipse, showing that he fears death as much as anybody else, but it’s also relatable to me, personally, because I have quite a bit of anxiety surrounding my own death.

One thing, or rather one person that i feel like people aren’t focusing enough on however, is Solar Flare. I know many people didn’t care about them much (The Blue Guy, in his video talking about SaMS lore said that they’re basically just Eclipse’s minion which fair) but they always held a special place in my mind. I felt like there was so much possibility for their character, especially the way the lore episodes were going. They were just developing, or at least appearing to develop, sentience and a personality/identity of their own, only to be killed off along with Eclipse when they hadn’t really done anything wrong. They were only following their programming to serve Killcode when he was evil, and actually seemed to be forming into a decent person before their demise. Only for all that potential to just be wiped away in an instant, with not many people taking notice, in universe or out. Eclipse was the only person who got to know the true them, if only slightly, and he never even appreciated them or treated them well. Hell, I don’t think Solar Flare even got a single positive interaction with anyone in their entire short existence. Yet they still somehow managed to remain so well-intentioned and wise? (I have to continue writing my Solar Flare-centric fic in their memory)

In real life, death is just like that. It cuts lives short, removing vibrant beings with lots of potential (I have no clue what happens after death but I’d like to think of it as a permanent absence and not an absolute destruction for the sake of my sanity.) But, this is fiction. And there’s a point where I’d just rather not have fiction be quite this realistic and devastating, you know?

The fact that Solar Flare was so accepting of their death made it even more heartbreaking for me, personally. They were completely accepting of it, and didn’t seem afraid at all (although it could be because they weren’t yet emotionally developed enough to express it.) This, to me, meant that they had nothing left to live for, and felt as though they no longer had a purpose. And for me who, as you would know if you’ve been reading my posts for a while, likes Solar Flare quite a lot, it devastated me. I want to give Solar Flare a big hug.

I’m not sure how to end this post. But, that’s my thoughts on the latest lore. I think this was probably the longest post I’ve made to date.

#sun and moon show #sun and moon show eclipse #sun and moon show solar flare #thoughts #sun and moon show spoilers #death #sad #ramblings

[cloudsandcrescents]

What’s your publishing schedule looking like?

That’s a great question. I have no clue (kidding but also not?)

Kidding…not kidding lol…send help pls. But seriously.

Rough Schedule (As it Stands)

I’m currently working on a follow up to Relinquish that sort of fell by the wayside. That is nearly done (75-80%) and it will be up before the end of week (ideally today or tomorrow). This will just be added as a second chapter to the original.

Leather Black I’m actually planning to post more frequently on because that’s meant to be a short series similar to how I did Empty Rooms. I’m planning to resume updates for that this week/weekend with weekly updates but will ideally be more like every 2-3 days depending on my schedule. I really like this one so I’m eager to update for it but I think I just started tackling it at a time where there was a lot going on in my personal life that messed up my schedule quite a bit.

After Hours is reaching its end with maybe another 2-3 chapters (the last likely being an epilogue) so I’m trying to wrap it up by getting back to (at minimum) a biweekly update schedule. Max I’m giving myself to finish is through end of January since that’s around when I first started it. Should have an update to this by the end of next week.

Similar to After Hours, I intend to wrap up Promise Me very soon as well with, likely, another 2-3 chapters. The alternating updates really worked well for me as I would just toggle between which one was the previously updated fic. (Unrelated) Promise Me I’ve actually been debating on because I already set the layout for a sequel in my head. I was thinking about whether I wanted to just keep it going or create a separate fic for it and right now I feel like the latter so we’re surprisingly wrapping that up soon. Should have an update on this in about two weeks if not sooner.

I want to lighten the load before I tackle anything further so I think this is the point where I kind of stop the addition of any new fics until I get a better handle on my current WIP. That said, I most likely won’t be updating Hour of Need or When We Serve until I finish After Hours and Promise Me. Encore is there as well though I’m feeling a little iffy on whether or not I want to come back to that but we’ll see. HoN and WWS will likely follow the pattern of alternating biweekly or even weekly updates between the two once After Hours and Promise Me are done. We’re going to give these a hopeful return in early February but may come sooner.

I’ve gotten several Tumblr requests in my asks that I do see and will definitely get too. I have a tendency to overload myself and I’m very susceptible to burnout so those are just a little behind but I’m hoping to add a few into my update schedule resuming in Mid-Jan/Early-Feb if not sooner once I wrap up Leather Black and my other two bigger fics.

As always, thank you everyone for being so patient with me. I hope that I’m fortunate enough where I can eventually just write for a living and just play with words all day. Until then, I most resume my normal day to day life which isn’t nearly as exciting but keeps me equally busy. I write most of my fics on my phone but also try to sit at my computer to write which tends to motivate me more. Unfortunately, my computer has been inoperable for a few months now as I’ll likely need to replace the CPU I’m pretty sure I broke lol. It’s had to take a backseat to a few other things but I’m planning to get a replacement in mid January and hopefully that’ll help with a lot with my productivity.

I hope this provides anyone looking for their particular favorite of my works, a bit of relief knowing that updates are coming soon. Thank you all for being the best part of getting to do this, truly. 🩵

#ao3 author #ao3 fanfic #writing update #update schedule #pitch perfect #beca mitchell #bechloe #chloe beale #read on ao3 #bechloe fic #in short i tried to do way too much and am now reaping the consequences of my actions lol #send help #and snacks #but mostly help

[kazbrekkerscrutches]

Eddie Munson - "You're my favorite person, Eddie"

Warnings: Mention of violence in beginning, Jason (go away), injury, mention of blood, or else; everything is sweet and fluffy for our best boy ;)

Words: 1.8k

SHE/HER PRONOUNS

Trope/Context: The strikeouts are intentional in the imagine!*All in Y/N's perspective. Childhood friends to lovers; there will be a flashback of their friendship before the main storyline.

A/N: I had to edit the whole thing; there were codes of the font and I have no clue how it happened. I'll keep checking on my Tumblr to see if it's my AdBlock that is causing this! Anyways, take care :)

[Y/N’s POV]

Finally, the bell rung.

It has been one of the worse days of the entire school year. Everything was long and boring. Even the teachers were out of it.

I packed everything in my bag, shutting my locker and walking towards the exit. I pushed the doors and as I was about to take the first stair, Jason bumped into me and made me miss all of the steps.

“Shit.” I must have hit my head on something; my lip was bleeding as well as my forearm and my leg. Jason and the rest of his douchy friends just laughed. No apologies.

I wasn’t surprised, not in the least.

“Y/N, are you okay? Who the fuck did this to you?” I heard someone run up to me, not even two seconds after falling.

Eddie.

With all his glory, looking as beautiful as ever.

“I don’t know. Jason pushed me and I-I-I think I hit my head-d-d-d. It hurts, Eds.” He helped me up, crouching at my level. He took my hand in his; his cold rings touching my burning hand. Hot. His other hand was on my upper back, making sure I could stand.

“Hey, hey. Look at me” He placed his hand delicately on my cheek, making me look at him.

“Can you stand?” I nodded.

“Fucking hell.” He muttered under his breath. He saw the cuts and my nose started bleeding a little as well. “I’ll be back, okay. Just give me a second.” His jaw was tight. His delicate brown eyes burning with rage.

I watched him walk up to Jason, calling him as he turned around and punching him in the jaw. He got on top of him and screamed at him for hurting me.

I had never seen Eddie being so protective towards me.

Yes, we have been friends ever since middle school, but I’ve never seen him get mad, not even a tad bit frustrated.

He got up from Jason’s body and his preppy watched, walked away before facing Eddie’s rage. He bent down again to whisper something in his ear. Jason’s face changed, as if he was scared.

Eddie walked back towards me again. He placed one of his hands on my waist, taking my arm in his other to put it around his neck.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?” He flashed a soft smile at me. Even his eyes were so soft with me, all the rage had transferred to the asshole.

“That’d be nice, Eds.” I smiled a little.

He placed me in his car. His veiny, gorgeous hands strapped me in as I met his gaze.

He flashed me a small yet comforting smile. “It’s gonna be okay. He won’t ever get close to you again, I promise.”

A small, yet stunned smile appeared on my lips as he shut the door to drive me to his place, I imagine.

[Flashback, Y/N’s POV]

 “MOM! I’m going to Eddie’s house. I’ll be back later.” I screamed to my mom before shutting the door behind me.

I took my bike, as he lived only five minutes away from me. I arrived to his house, knocking two times to say it was me.

“Hey, you.” Eddie appeared at the door, his head was shaved and he was wearing his infamous Corroded Coffin shirt. He let me walk into his house, going to his room and lying on his bed.

“So, what do you have for me today?” He was trying to create a D&D club and was thinking of ideas for his club. I told him I would help him find ideas. He’s my best friend.

He sat at his desk in front of me, taking out a piece of paper.

“Okay, okay. So, first, I thought maybe; Goblets and Goblins? I think it’s a little too... simple you know?” He looked up from his sheet.

“Mhm, it’s not bad, but I have to agree. It’s not screaming ‘EDDIE MUNSON’S CLUB’."

He laughed. His beautiful smile.

“Correct. Next up in line is; Dungeons & Flagons.” He looked proud.

“That will be a no for me.” I gave him a poor smile, he laughed at the sight of my face.

“Fair enough, last one.” He folded the sheet in half, looking at me directly in the eye. “You ready?”

“Please, impress me” I readjusted myself.

“What about, Hellfire Club?”

Perfect. Like him.

“That’s the one, Eds.” I was smiling so widely.

“Yeah! YES! YES! THANK YOU, Y/N. I couldn’t have done this without you.” He gave me his signature smile.

“You know, you’re my favorite freak.” My cheeks heated up. He was so adorable when he got so excited over something.

He smiled even more. “Damn right, I am.”

[Present time, Y/N’s POV]

The engine stopped meaning we were at his house. My mom wasn’t worried when I didn’t come home; she knew I would either be stuck at school or at Eddie’s house. She loved him. So, do I.

He helped me out of his car, placing my arm on top of his shoulders, holding my waist yet again. He led me to his room, and carefully placed me on his bed.

“I’m gonna go get the first aid kit. I’ll be right back.”

He walked out of the room as I looked around his room. I had been over a thousand times before but I always loved to look around his room. It was filled with metal band posters and his precious guitar which he only let me play including himself.

A loud thud could be heard from the bathroom. “Eds, you okay?” I tried to sit up but he appeared only to make me sit back down.

“Uh uh, no you sit, missy. You could have a concussion. I just dropped something on my foot. Clumsy me, you already know.” He crouched at the edge of the bed where I was sitting.

“I’ve patched myself too many times so I think I could become a nurse. What do you think of Nurse Eddie? Hm, does it suit me?" He imitated putting on gloves with that goofy smile of his.

Anything he does makes me want to kiss him.

It made me laugh, lifting my mood even through the pain.

His touch on my leg made my cheeks heat up.

He took an alcohol pad and started cleaning the wound on my leg. It stinged which made me grasp his shoulder.

He looked up at me, giving me a sad smile. “Sorry.” I nodded my head, and mouthed that it was okay.

He continued with me forearm which made me clutch my own hand in a fist, but he quickly took my hand in his to let me squeeze it.

This boy can read me like an open book.

As he continued to my lip and my not-so bleeding nose, he hesitated to put his hand on my face. His eyes met mine.

“It’s okay, Eds. You won’t hurt me.”

“Just tell me if it’s too much, okay?” I shook my head.

He let his hand slip on my face, sending shivers down my spine.

Holy fu-

His fingers, covered with rings grazed my hair on the side of my face as he started to clean the rest of the wounds.

I admired every single thing about him. He’s so pretty and kind and so fucking adorable. God, if I could marry him, please I would’ve already.

This boy means everything. I can’t lose him. I get lost into those eyes and those beautiful lips of his.

Fuck, I’m head over heels.

His eyes stared at my lips as he cleaned the cut delicately. I stared into his eyes which were directed to my lips. My cheeks always warmed up when he would touch me or say something like a cheesy pick-up line.

I didn’t realise he had finished until his eyes met mine. I looked down, flustered.

He pulled back his hand only to lift my chin with his thumb and index finger.

“I think you’re blushing, sweetheart.”

Sweetheart. I think my heart did a back and a front flip inside my chest.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Eds.” He cocks his head to the smile only to drop everything from his hands, placing them on the bed, right by my thighs.

He leaned closer to me, putting all of his weight on the mattress, making me look at him dead in the eye.

I could feel his breath against my lips as he leaned much closer to my face.

I couldn’t breathe until his lips met mine.

They felt soft against my own. The doll taste of cigarettes on his lips that matched him so well. He went in for a second, still gentle and passionate kiss.

Only this time, I placed one of my hands on the side of his face and the other to the back of his neck.

Fireworks were shotting all through me.

I never wanted to let go from him.

He felt so soft and comforting. He was mine. And I was his.

We both pulled back from the kiss, still breathless.

“I’ve been waiting to do that ever since I was 11.” I softly told him. A soft smile lit up his face.

“And I’ve been waiting to that ever since the day I met you, beautiful.” Beautiful.

Another soft smile dropped on my face. “Eddie?”

“Yes, sweetheart?” Oh god. The butterflies.

“What’d you say to Jason before you went back to me?” I was curious, only because of the expression on his face.

“I told him and I quote: ‘Stay away from my girl, or else I’ll come back and to do this all over again. Don’t touch her, don’t talk to her, and don’t even think ‘bout her.’”

“Mhm, so you can read the future now, dungeon master?” I teased.

“You know what they say, I’m the freak. I’m still your favorite freak though, right?” He asks curiously.

“You’re my favorite person, Eddie. You always will be.” He smiled softly as he pulled me into his arms by the side of the bed.

“Ahh. That’s good to know, love. You’re mine now, right? All mine? Nobody else’s?” He whispered in my ear. “‘Cuz I’m all yours.”

“I’m yours, Eddie. Always.” I sweetly whispered in his ear. I nuzzled in his neck, feeling all of him.

“Always.”

#eddie munson imagines #fluff #friends to lovers #eddie munson #stranger things 4 #hellfire club

[winderlylandchime]

Okay so i did explain to him that the uk version was the original and his comment to that was a very simple ‘not to be a bitch to the tea people but Brian is better’ and then I told him that Charlie Hunnam aka the hot guy from Sons of Anarchy was actually in it and i wish you could see his face! Literally jaw on the floor/wide eyed and he sat like that for a good minute. But that lead to him then going on a 5-10 minute rambling about how Charlie and Aiden worked together in the movie King Arthur so now Gale and Randy have to reunite as well. And i fully agree with him.

Listen, it’s been days since he found out about Gale being straight and he’s still shocked. We did watch the Prom episode and he literally paused on him and went ‘come on..he can’t…man’ he’s literally having a similar reaction as Mikey did to Hunter. It’s kinda funny ngl. As for his ‘i think’ moment, I honestly have no clue what Gale did to him. Our uncle did say to our mom that if this is how he comes to a certain type of realization that he will never let him live it down because my brother made fun of him for realizing he was gay due to young Hugh Grant. So i think out of everyone, my uncle is the only one who is actually hoping my brother had an awakening through Gale.

I have a love hate relationship with the proposal (my brother only has like 2% love for it, the rest is hate but whatever) but the ‘my prince’ thing started a fight in the house when we watched it. Cause to me it was a cute moment but for some reason is felt a little awkward to me. I think cause the whole thing felt out of character, idk how to explain it. But my brother while having an ‘awww’ type of reaction, swears that Brian would never and that the reason for Brian’s expression afterwards is because Gale was trying not to laugh. So his hatred for the proposal is insane.

As for the B99, both of us have seen in multiple times and he put it on last Saturday because he wanted to watch some comfort shows. And then on Wednesday we were watching the Halloween II episode and when the episode ended with Holt winning the heist that’s when my brother got a text from his friend about Andre. It was the worst timing ever. So for the past few days B99 is the only thing we’ve watched.

Btw our family has this tradition where for Christmas we give each other 3 presents. 2 that are good/useful and 1 that’s something random/weird/sometimes bad. And last year he gave me 2 different photos of himself as a present and the 3rd one was a box of condoms (that was his ‘bad gift cause lesbian ha ha and photos of him are always a good gift duuh’- this was his actual explanation). So I’m genuinely considering giving him your blog and the knowledge of the fandom/what i did :/ as the 3rd gift. I told my uncle and cousins and they all think this is a great idea, which leads me to believe its a bad idea BUT i guess we will find out. He does know fandom exists because he’s been watching edits but he doesn’t know about fics and tumblr. So I’m going to slowly let him him know this week. Wish me luck even though i think he’ll handle it okay…ish

UH YES GALE AND RANDY NEED TO REUNITE IN A FILM. Your brother is so wise about this.

I’m lmao literally about his reaction to Gale being straight is Mikey’s reaction to Hunter being straight. So he’s being half drag queen half Italian about the news.

Your uncle realized he was gay to a young Hugh Grant? I’m dyinggggg! My spouse came out to their parents in their bedroom which was papered floor to ceiling with magazine cutouts of Sandra Bullock. And I had Jennifer Anniston all over my room. I guess my point is, we all have the celebrity that makes us go Oh. Oh.

I do think Gale was trying not to laugh, I mean he really looks like he’s about to crack up. The for my prince line is the worst. And if I was Justin — well a lot of things if I was Justin, but I would say no on the basis of that line alone and make Brian go get assessed for a stroke or something.

I watched Halloween II the night I found out about Andre! I watch B99 every night as I’m falling asleep. ACAB and all that but it is my comfort show.

One year my in-laws did a white elephant gift exchange and my BIL thought we were all doing gag gifts so he got boxer briefs and socks printed with his face on them. My spouse “won” them and they’re now in our sock and underwear drawer. All this to say, I think your brother gets to learn about his tumblr fame for Christmas. This year is an in-laws year for Christmas (we alternate, my parents are still salty about 2020 being their year) so if you want to send me updates, I will welcome the distraction. I love my in-laws (and especially my niblings) but I am an only child and my parents are quiet and visiting my in-laws is 8 adults, 3 children, and one dog under one roof and no one is quiet and it is A LOT for me.

I think he’ll handle it okay. Just make sure he doesn’t let the fame go to his head.

Also, Brother Anon if you’re reading this because your sister revealed that she’s been sharing your reactions with the internet - HELLO! YOU ARE VERY POPULAR IN A TEENY TINY FANDOM ON TUMBLR WHICH IS A VERY PARTICULAR TYPE OF FAME.

#ask winderlylandchime #dear sweet anon #queer as folk #a straight man watches qaf us 2000 in the year of our lord 2023

[chaoticgeminate]

Kinktober 2022 - Day Twenty Two

Pairing: Javi Gutierrez x f!Reader

Rating: Explicit (If that was not entirely clear)

Series Summary: You’re a fanfiction writer turned novelist, which was great since it was the path you wanted your writing to take you down in life. What you never thought would happen was meeting the Javier Gutierrez, who you actively write smutty fanfiction about from his film with Nic Cage, and you especially didn’t expect him to have a crush on you.

Fast forward several months of dating, with a good chunk of your relationship being distance due to his constant traveling and having to go home to Mallorca, when he surprises you with a prompt list and a vacation planned around exploring it.

You haven’t even worked up the nerve to tell him about what you write and post to Tumblr about him as a character yet.

Notes: Going to be using prompts from @the-purity-pen for my meta as hell indulgence! There are feelings in this (I have no idea how they got there) and I may end up removing some possible chapters here and there depending on how I’m feeling, I apologize in advance if that happens because my brain is super mean sometimes.

Possible Warnings: Smut, Phone Sex, consent discussions

Phone Sex (1.5k)

It had been an emergency flight.

Javi had apologized profusely about interrupting but there had been some issues with the olive business back in Spain and the vendors were refusing to budge if Javi didn’t make an appearance, likely tied to Paulina and her brother but you had no clue since even Javi had been in the dark about any problems happening.

He left yesterday, after you two fucked like rabbits in his study, and you’d been writing notes and blurbs and tidbits of ideas for new fics or even new concepts for your novel series. The inspiration of this place, of this month, was unreal and you were glad you had prioritized time with Javi over everything.

Even notes in your phone had been unimportant compared to just being here with him.

But now that you’d had him at your side for so long, you lived with him and woke up with him, you missed him more. Which was stupid, you had him to yourself -basically- for three weeks and you couldn’t realistically be by his side every waking second of the day.

“I really am sorry-“

“Gabi, hey, I get it. You’re not to blame because the workers won’t talk to anyone except him, and I wouldn’t want you dealing with their continued attitude by refusing to contact him just so we could finish our trip out.”

“A vacation is meant to be a vacation, that is all, I wanted you both to have this.”

“I can speak for Javi when I say, we do appreciate it, truly. You have been a great friend, to both of us, and we know you only called because you had no other choice.”

“As soon as we are done I will get him back to you.”

“I know you will, and thank you for helping me with this. I hope he likes it.”

“Javi will love it, I promise you, I cannot wait to see his face.”

Your phone beeped and you glanced at the screen, your boyfriend’s cheeky grin captured on a picture taking up your screen.

“He’s calling now, thanks again.”

“Ah, anytime.”

Hearing Gabi’s excitement only amplified yours and you swapped over the call after carefully closing the drawer beside you, not wanting any chances for you to slip up that surprise before you were ready. Javi’s face was close to the screen when the video call connected and you couldn’t fight the giggle that left you.

“Cariño, you can’t teleport through the phone like that.”

“I wish I could, I should have brought you here, Solecita.”

“Javi we can’t be attached at the hips 24/7 no matter how much we want to be.”

“I miss you always but it is worse now that I’ve had you for so long without work obligations in our way.”

“I, uh, was looking over my contract with the publishing company. Gabi sent it to your employment lawyer to read over too… I can buy the rights to self-publish my existing novels and pay myself out of a legal obligation to stay where I am.”

“You mean… to move in with me?”

“Mhm, but only if you’re okay with that, I haven’t made a move yet because I wasn’t going to without consulting you first.”

“I was going to ask you what the legalities were with where you lived. I want you to live with me, even if you wanted me to downsize-“

“No, no, I had hang-ups in the past over the wealth imbalance but that was a me thing. You never once made me feel lesser because of it, that was my own mental block, trust me when I say that I won’t ask you to change a thing about who you are or what you have.”

“I love you, so much. I wish you were here, so I could show you everything. I want to see your face when I take you out on the boat the first time, when you see the pool and the cliffs… to sleep with you in my bed knowing that you won’t be across an ocean the next time I want to see you.”

His voice went soft and you set your laptop aside, watching his face as he looked away from you, and you couldn’t help but smile softly at him.

“Javi, I will need to handle the legal of things on my end but I’m- I am ready to move in with you. I took some time to just think and reflect, to talk with my therapist and my friends, and they reminded me that long distance or not there isn’t a set timeline for any relationship. That it’s okay for me to want everything even though it feels early.”

His eyes were round in disbelief for maybe half a second before he was crying, joyful tears with a smile that made you want to kiss him, and your own eyes welled over in response.

“I’ll let the staff know, do you want your own office for writing?”

“I would appreciate that, but you’re never barred from coming in okay?”

“That is- the same for you as well, even if I’m on a call, you’re welcome any time.”

Javi refused a phone tour, wanting to do one in person, and then he grinned in a way that was far from innocent.

“I am alone and have some time before I meet with the lead of staff, Solecita, if you were here I would encourage you to come sit in my lap.”

You couldn’t fight the thrill of excitement if you tried, adjusting how you were sitting in the bed, and it was a small blessing that the television stand at the end of the bed was there since you could prop your phone very easily into the groove and have both hands.

“Oh really, just to sit in your lap, or would you want me to be bare?”

He set his phone down with it propped up and you watched him lean back too, you couldn’t see much below the desk but you did know his hand was out of sight.

“Bare, of course, maybe with a flowy skirt so that I could fuck you and anyone who might walk in would be unable to tell exactly what we’re up to.”

“They would know, we aren’t exactly subtle, especially when I get so wet because of how good you make me feel.”

“Are you wet now, mi amor?”

“Just thinking of your cock inside me makes me want you, cariño.”

“Show me.”

It was easy to slide your hands down into your shorts, gathering the wetness before it could soak into your underwear, and Javi moaned at the shiny gleam on your hand.

“Play with that pretty clit for me, Solecita. You know how I touch you, close your eyes and imagine its me.”

“Fuck, Javi-“

You did as he said, closing your eyes and letting him croon through the phone as you circled your clit with two fingers, and Javi was panting into the speaker as he watched your face.

“Are you nice and wet for me, are you going to cum for me?”

His praise about how pretty you looked, how good he knew you felt, all of it made your body propel toward an orgasm that had you seeing stars and you knew he’d cum based on how hard he was breathing and the flush of his skin on your camera.

“Javi-“

“I’m taking a red-eye, I will be home as early as I can, and I will be waking you up if you’re asleep.”

Javi’s voice was rough and you knew he wanted to take care of you, to cuddle with you and stroke your hair and whisper words of love into your skin, he was an aftercare king. But the door was wide open for a conversation that you hadn’t been sure how to have with him.

“You don’t have to wake me up, Javi. You have my consent to do what you want to me while I’m asleep.”

“Solecita… you truly consent to me being physical with you while you’re sleeping?”

“Yes, Javi, I do consent to it. I wasn’t sure how to bring it up before but the idea of CNC is something I am interested in.”

“Only if you are sure, Solecita, I do not like the idea of violating your trust-“

“Which is why I trust you, Javi, you’ve been nothing but respectful and open with me.”

“If you wake up and don’t want me to continue you must safeword, do you understand?”

“I promise you if I don’t like something I will safeword, Javi.”

He nodded and a knock on the door on his side of the call made him apologize, likely shoving his cock back in his pants and trying to not look like he’d just cum, so you let him go and smiled at the small screen for just a second.

Surer than ever with what you had planned.

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[bugeyedfreaks]

Gonna try as be as concise with this post as I can, since I’m sure you guys know by now that I… can talk way too much about the PPG. 🤣 I had heard about the Powerpuff Girls live action leaked script, but I never took the time to read it for myself. People sent me screencaps of different sections and gave me a summary of what happened, but from all of that, I thought it didn’t sound very good, so I didn’t want to assault my senses with the full thing. A few days ago, the PDF of the script popped up on Tumblr for me as a recommended post, so I thought I should take a deep breath and finally take the plunge.

I’m surprised to report that after FINALLY reading it… I didn’t entirely hate it. Is the writing bad? Yes. Are there way too many pop culture jokes? Yes. Do they make the mistake of giving all the girls ice powers when it’s pretty established canon that Blossom’s the only one with that? YES, and that’s really aggravating. You get glimmers that the writers have seen the show, and kind of get the characters, but only to a certain point that borders on superficial.

However, there’re a lot of cool ideas in the script. I kept reading it thinking, “Ohhh, that’s a cool idea, but I wish they did it [insert different way here].” I even went, “Awww!” at a couple points. Yes. I was weirded out. I liked some of the character interpretations (I’m like 75% on board with Blossom’s character, liked Buttercup and Bubbles’ sisterly chemistry, strangely love the weird take of crazy stardom obsessed Bubbles 😂 and her relationship with the Prof, among many other things!), but I was super thrown off by the pointless (and honestly, unfunny and baffling) “adult” humor and pop culture jokes. Those made NO sense. Like Craig McCracken has said in the past, you don’t mix the girls in with whatever’s like hot or trendy, they’re supposed to be evergreen. Despite this type of humor sucking, it makes me sad to hear that the network interpreted the fans’ response as hating any humor, and are changing it to go into a “serious” direction. I think all it needs is some good original humor not so dependent on references to things (maybe even a healthy dose of puns). PPG usually has a good mix of serious fighting and goofy hijinks, and you could totally do that with a live action series. The characters are fun and funny and it would be fun to keep them that way, just… creatively!

There’s also some OOCness that’s just unforgivable. Of course, you need these characters to have flaws that they’ll overcome throughout the run of the show, but some of the additions were weird, like they didn’t track for who some of the characters are at their core. There was one that I thought was interesting but had lousy execution, and that was the Professor being a greedy stage dad kind of character. It made me sad, but the idea of our usually sweet Professor being secretly evil or doing some shady things on the side WAS kind of intriguing. If they were gonna do that, I would have made it a slow build up to like a season finale, like, “…wait, the good dad licensed his kids out of the money instead of for the good of the town?! Evil all along?!” or something like that. Maybe he was forced into it and went against his own moral code. Could it even have been an avenue to introduce Him? Was he puppeteering the Prof all along?! I dunno. But the way they wrote the Prof how they did just made it seem like they had no clue what they were doing, or who his character is even at a basic level.

I think a lot of the ideas presented (childhood stardom, the struggles of adulthood, privacy, the real world repercussions of fighting, mental health, etc.) are really super intriguing, and my mind is like REELING with a lot of potential that seems wasted and lost. The girls have established personality flaws that they could really build off more from (Blossom with perfectionism and pride, Buttercup with anger and jealousy, Bubbles with sensitivity and naïveté) and in a more meaningful way. Same with the villains, like… some of them are more complex than a casual viewer would think, and it would be cool to see that complexity fleshed out even more.

One thing I would really want them to do is to try to, like… distance the show as much as possible from the original canon cartoon. PPGZ is a good example of successfully creating a PPG-esque show for a specific market and demographic that keeps the spirit of the original show and the general designs while making it CLEAR that it’s its own thing. After what happened with PPG 2016, it might have made fans skittish that this live-action show is meant to somehow “fix” things, or continue the cartoon’s official storyline. It shouldn’t. This needs to be, like, more clearly an alternate universe. Don’t even have the cartoon in it as a gag (I’d say the least I’d put in are the cartoon designs of the girls as like… in-world merch mascots or something, and even then I’m hesitant). If you look at this show as a separate entity that’s only based off the original characters, it might feel a little more palatable. …maybe. 😆

Anyway, I could write SO much more, but that’s… my general take on it. Not great, but not as much of a dumpster fire as I was expecting. I dunno if I’m confident that they’ve been making any meaningful changes to the script. Realistically, at the end of the day, they’re probably viewing it as a way to push merch and make money rather than setting out to do a live action PPG series justice. That’s okay. It is what it is. If they DO want to make it good though, I think at the very least it just needs more thought put into it and to be scrubbed clean of all those garbage pop culture jokes. We’ll see what happens though, but I did at least detect some potential hiding in there. Now if it builds on the potential… that remains to be seen. 🙃

#ppg cw #sorry I’m late with my Deep Thoughts on this one #also omg #SO SURPRISED that I like the character of Jojo as much as I did lol I seriously thought he’d be ruined #not even close to perfect but there’s Potential™️ #not feeling the dad and son thing but also NOT not feeling it… I have very complicated feelings about it haha #i could write a whole thing about how to properly incorporate mojo into the show but… I feel like it’d be wasted effort anyway so idk #ALSO I will say they should tone down the cringe sex stuff but I AM intrigued by some of the romance aspects #it’s much less cringe since they’re adults here so I was happy that I wasn’t TOO much like… blech… but there were moments #buttercup and bubbles stop being so honry PLEASE 😑

[scripted-downfall]

Born of Loss

Sad, kinda angsty headcanon… I have no clue if anyone has ever come up with this before but I thought of this, like, a year ago and was just reminded so I’m going to post it now that I have Tumblr.  (To be clear, I’m sure someone has absolutely come up with this somewhere, sometime, but I’m new and I don’t know for sure; so, for the record, I do not claim originality on this idea.  Then again, is any idea ever really original anymore?)

Milah was pregnant when she died.

This idea was initiated by the random piece of rope that Belle finds and uses to track Hook down to the docks after he attacks her in the library (I don’t recall the episode).  To be fair, it is an actual sailing knot called a Monkey’s Fist, and this is a kind of knot with practical uses even off the ship; sailors took to using them as weapons called “slungshots”... but I still feel as though it has a more sentimental value on top of that.  We never see him use it or anything like it as a weapon, and he’s only very rarely (if ever) shown needing a weapon other than a gun/cutlass/hook.  (Also, speaking strategically, I wouldn’t think it wise for him to use a slungshot if he had any of his usual weapons on hand… those are far more effective than the rope equivalent — as I understand it — of brass knuckles.)

So, I posit that it’s far more likely that the fact that the writers chose a knot that looked like a rattle was important.  I mean, we saw the significance of rattles to the storyline with Maleficent, who carried her daughter’s baby rattle around because the baby was killed and it served as a simultaneous memory and revenge-inspiration.  Add that to the fact that we know Killian is sentimental — what with his sketching out Milah’s portrait, his keeping Liam’s satchel, his giving Henry lessons with Bae’s sextant, etc — and the rattle shape seems even more important/intentional.

Then I got thinking about the scenes in “The Crocodile,” where Milah is inexplicably not at the tavern with them?  Like, we’ve seen them interact earlier in the episode and no one has any problem with Milah going to drink and play dice with the pirates.  We also see them, later, interacting with her on the ship, and they treat her like, essentially, a second captain.  Also, Killian and his crew seem to be in especially high spirits, judging by how they show him entering the scene/catching Rumple’s attention.  (We see him in various taverns over the show and he’s not usually quite so energetic.)  It almost comes across as though they’re celebrating… and, if it’s a celebration, why wouldn’t Milah be there?  It’s not like they’d known they’d run into Dark One Rumple there or anything.  (I recognize that the idea of alcohol being bad for pregnancy wasn’t discovered until far more recently than the show seems to be set, but it’s something I noticed… and she could just have felt sick and stayed home.  Or maybe it’s a perk of living in a magical world.  Or maybe it’s coincidence and I bend it as I please :)))  One of them.)

Also, since she chose the outfit she wore to confront Rumple with full knowledge that she was going to interact with her ex-husband, I would assume it was an intentional choice… Which means she intentionally chose a corset that laced tightly around the stomach and would effectively hide any possible pregnancy from him.

I don’t know that this is actually true or anything — I might be wildly off-base — but it strikes me as an interesting headcanon.  It would definitely explain Hook’s kinda-desperate affection for Baelfire over the years, and give Hook even more reason — as if he needs it, tbh, since he had plenty already — for his centuries-long revenge mission against Rumple… I dunno how likely this headcanon is, but it’s stuck with me ever since I came up with it, and even writing a fic with that premise didn’t get it out of my head, so now y’all are blessed/cursed with it!

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