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boxwinebaddie · 3 months

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How does Sheila and Gerald feel about Raven/Crimson Dawn

definitely not....Good things.

at least...

...not at first.

i mean, for one, isaac broflovski literally worships every beautiful cinnamon scented little breath raven makes out of that smirking, knee-jerking, puffed out, pierced up, pretty boy mouth of his and in turn, worships every mismatched sock worn, worn-out blood moon crimson dawn red doc marten-ador(n)ed step that his beloved raven of crimson dawn takes on planet earth. his world; we just live in it ofc.

according to raven superfan ike, who...should he hear so much as a *jingle* from the silver moon charms hanging from the back of said ravenstan signature doc martens or even the faintest little wind chime of emo boy earrings twinklin musically as another bitter breeze rolls by, ike will come a'running...in a pair of red doc martens.

...except his aren't broken in from nonstop marathon running and matrix dodging hoards of insane dawn spawn/tryin to get to taco bell in between sets ( even tho he knos he's not allowed to do that )

so, needless to say, ike is in...terrible foot pain.

but he is Also IN a brand new crimson dawn t-shirt.

signed by all the boys, and ofc, #baeven.

whose obnoxious, sharpied star-A signature can be seen from space.

care to comment, astrophysics major craig? he's interning @ nasa :)

anyways, that of course, was bad enough. because while ike is a free agent and basically able to do whatever he wants on account of his parent's obsession w/ helicopter parenting and suicide-watching kyle...wearin all black, sulking around and blaring satanic punk rock music at 3am on a school night...was def starting to tip the scales.

...but again, *sheila vc* boys will be boys, she had her own little rebellious streak back in jersey as swoww tittybang; it'd pass.

...however, it did Naught pass! and neither is super genius, giga iq ike because he started SKIPPING SCHOOL bc education systems are vegetation systems and institutions of oppression and depression.

and yet, cuttin class & saying fuck school was still not what grounded ike. not wearing all black, not blasting crimson dawn, not blowing off school or bleaching his hair...no, the straw that broke the camel's back, the thing that finally had good son ike overtake kyle for the first time in nearly 17 years and steal the title of bad son

...was when ike...STUCK A SAFETY PIN THRU HIS LIP.

SO HE COULD LOOK LIKE!!!!

RAVEN!

OF!

CRIMSON!

DAWN!!!!!!!!!!!!

oooooooooOOOOOOOF! and guess when ike did it?

right when kyle and stan walked through the broflovski front doors. and i bet you anything, ravenstan was in the LEAST pc outfit ever. best case scenario, he was in a crimson dawn shirt, a slightly less slutty pair of the signature raven tiny vegan leather hooker prostitute pants for nasty boys that need jesus and an open black puffer jacket...worst case scenario he was wearing...sigh

the support rock, fuck a rockstar tank top ;)...fml.

either way, he is def wearing a fishnet undershirt so you can see all his crazy tattoos, every obscene emo boy piercing is on his face, his nails are chipped/pitch black, his eyeliner in smudged, all his luggage is coffin shaped with 666 patched all over it and...his hair is BLUE.

so uh...not looking super kosher or ready for temple. HELPPPPP.

yeeeah, sheila is not super stoked on him, especially as she's mopping up ike's lip blood with a rag...oh my god, stan is So HORRIFIED. like not only am in my hometown which i haven't been to since i killed my sister and disappeared, i am also in my best friend's old house, speaking to my best friend's mom who doesn't know i'm her son's dead super best friend and just thinks i'm an obnoxious celebrity who ruined both her kids lives and HATES ME shdlkshds...i'm sorry, bb.

she does say "you know, sweetie, you really do have a beautiful voice and a Very handsome face. it's just a shame you've got schmutz all over your eyes and turned your head into a pin cushion! oy vey, what would ya mother say, young man?" *finger waggin, hand on hip*

ravenstan, half laughing half crying, "not much" :')

anyways, because of the mishap with the hotel rooms, all of the south parkian rm college students are putting up a member of cd or another...celebrity. ( fun fact, call girl is also coming xx more on that )

and jersey got super lucky and pulled raven's name out of his hat.

anyways, them living together and sleeping in the same room, the tension is so crazy especially since...

listen.

don't kill me.

but you know how i am. and the boys were too happy when they were secretly dating ( which is the arc right before this ) so uh...now they are Not dating...and also very unhappy. haha! fun! slay! <3

so uhhhh...spending that much time in close quarters! whew!

also, for context purposes, kyle, at this point, knows raven is his stan.

nOT THAT IT MATTERS BC KYLE IS MAD AT HIM!!!!!!!

but, that’s not important rn, what's important rn, is stan and kyle’s parents who...ya, starting with sheila, was not team raven when he showed up but...kyle's secret sweetness is also hers. and she did care a lot about stan when he was 'alive', so sheila does warm up to raven slowly but surely. mostly bc he is...ofc, an angel.

he stopped all his shows just so he could make ike's birthday the best ever and play at his winter formal in their nowhere town as like, one of the most famous people in the world currently. despite seeming like a bad influence, he actually is a very good influence on ike from that point forward, makes him refocus on his studies and says it is punk rock to learn and go to school ( it does make him very introspective about school since, bc he was, yknow, dead, he couldn't go to traditional school and it is the point of the plot where rae thinks a lot abt...going to school/wishing he could go to school )

ravenstan is also really polite to everyone and rizzes sheila in spanish a lot haha. he is not that good at doing chores as a disaster person, but he always offers to do the dishes and help sheila cook. mrs. broflovski calling jersey over like "look, bubbeleh! i put oreb in your special apron...since you never wear it >.>" ft. stan winking at kyle in the skull and cross bones standana in the blue star of david apron that matches his blue beautiful blue ass eyes and sticky-uppy, tousled hair with the fkn schmatta slung over his shoulder...

*jersey inner monologue* killmekillmeKILLMEKIIIIILLLLMEEE

btw, sheila's lil nickname for stan is raven in hebrew...she is also slowly teaching him hebrew...he's not that good at it but he's so cute.

also speaking of cooking n dinner — dinner specifically. i think they are having a special hannukah gathering/some kind of pre-bday dinner for ike & stan's really nervous...what's new…and he wants to impress the broflovskis and not look like an emo rockstar dirt bag,

so when dinner starts and everyone's sitting down, stan's running a little late and kyle rolls his eyes like, ofc, he's fucking late, that fucking asshole...but then stan has his little she's all that moment coming down the staircase all slow and shy and tentative...

...and he's wearing the ravesey hate suit, all pressed ( or idk he tried sheila taught him how to use the iron but stan x chores is a notp ) all buttoned up ( the tie is in knot tho, he does not know how to tie a tie ) his hair is a fluffy and brushed ( wow! stan showered! clap pls! ) NONE OF HIS PIERCINGS ARE IN, none of the like 9 earrings, no eyebrow piercing, none of the nose piercings, NOT EVEN THE LIP PIERCING, WOW, no eye makeup, and awkwardly shuffles into his seat across from kyle, adhd boy fiddling w/ the buttons on the sleeve of his dress shirt and is like "i'm sorry, i'm late!"

and everyone is just STARING AT HIM BC OH MY GOD, STANLEY MARSH AKA RAVEN LOOKS SOOOO GOOD, OH MY GOD!!!! and sheila ofc is like oH MY GOODNESS!! YOU LOOK SO HANDSOME OREV!!! EVERYONE DOESNT HE LOOK DARLING!!!! DONTCHA THINK HE LOOKS PERFECT, BUBBLA?! *stares at ky expectantly*

and he, does, ofc, as always, look perfect to kyle, but rem(inescent) of the ravesey hate, while stan does look put together, stan is meant to look like he's falling apart and messy and sloppy, bc that's his authentic self and that's how he's comfortable...and that's how kyle likes him, very much of course...i'd say love, but...he can't lmao! so kyle just says "yeah, maybe if his tie was tied right." >.> *eyeroll*

prompting a sheila eyeroll bc ffs kyle, stop being RUDE to our guest.

or as sheila calls him, their “chosuve gest" <3 or very important guest *sheila vc* oh, and you too, ike! ( smh its his birthday dinner :/ ) and kyle's mom is like "okay, sit down!! go eat!!! don't be shy!!!" gesturing to all this table of food and all the in laws, like both sets of grand parents, aunts, uncles, zayde and...bubbe?

am i gonna revive cleo?

...but interestingly enough, stan, who can eat enough for an entire super bowl stadium, both teams, audience members n staff included, is not eating so sheila is like *squints* "do you not like dinner, orev?"

and stan is like 'AhaHAHahAHHAha!!! no, no!!! it looks--wow! everything looks really delicious! i was just...admiring it! and this silverwear, it's really...w-wowza! the ingraving is very—“

then jersey cuts him off, harsh, deadpan like:

"ma, raven's...Vegan...remember?"

and sheila immediately pales like "oh! OH! i'm so sorry! we haven't had a vegetarian type here since s--"

ALMOST SAYS THE S WORD!!! which is FORBIDDEN IN THE BROFLOVSKI HOUSE!!! which is good, thank god, bc no one can find out raven is stan...and there's this picture on the wall behind sheila's head of stan and kyle on the night before stan disappeared in their sadie hawkins dance outfits, doing awkward prom poses AAA.

but sheila deflects hard like "here, honey! have some salad!" but i think the dressing is like, ceaser or something and stan still can't eat it oh my god and she's freaking out, trying to get up from the table to rapid fire cook something for stan and he's like "NONONONO!!! it's okay, i'm really not that hungry! it's fine, it's, uh--i can have these!" and takes an apple form the center of the apple — AND ITS THE GODDAMN CENTERPIECE OH MY GOD, so kyle is sniiiiickering.

but stan doesn't even have time to snicker back, bc they're all focused on stan not eating, so they're not noticing kyle just pushing all his stew and stuff around the plate, trying to artfully rearrange it so it looks like he's really digging in...everyone is fooled.

not stan tho...stan is really worried, staring hard and so kyle mouths "stop staring at me." glaring at him oh my god...drama. boooys :(((

they also keep accidentally playing footsie under the table, smh.

BUT I HAVEN'T TALKED ABOUT GERALD YET!!! and gerald is talking, talking shop, trying to get raven/cd to hire him as their personal lawyer because while gerald does not like raven at all, he has been sort of quiet and cordial because he's being sneaky/strategic and all he sees is dollar signs, business opportunities. he knows that raven is rich and that cd is like the biggest rock band in the world rn. so he wants a cut of those profits and so he's laying it on thick. he also never bothered to learn raven's name and thinks it's raymond.

sheila is piiiiissed like, gerald, no talking about work at the table! we have guests over, it's impolite! and it's ikey's birthday dinner >:(

in between that there's lots of dinner table talk, ZAYDE ASKS IF RAVESEY ARE DATING and kyle is like "no that's a stupid rumor from the internet. raven is actually dating..." *sips wine* "Call Girl."

thERE IS SO MUCH TENSION, OH MY GOD!!!!! sheila is bummed, she's team ravesey, ike is also bummed, he is also team ravesey, grandparents are equal parts bummed and relieved, but none more than gerald who is like "thank god, i was worried bc of all the rings and the fruity color of your hair, that you might be…Queer."

and stan is like aHhahaaha!!!! whew! pls pass the WINE

there's additional important talk about ike and college ( ike is a year younger than all his friends bc he's smart and skipped a grade ) they are discussing him being a doctor like he chose it. kyle, ofc, knows he wants to be a journalist so he's like "has anyone asked IKE what he wants?!" bc kyle has had a little too much wine at dinner omg, so he's just starting all kinds of problems, i'm screeeeeaaaaaming. it comes out that ike wants to be a journalist. it's a mess.

kyle and gerald start fighting with each other, also gerald has been slyly putting kyle down all night and belittling him to look big. nitpicking him, playing down his accomplishments, being a dick. basically insinuating that compared to stan who is a fucking rockstar with millions of dollars, kyle is basically a joke and kyle is just Taking It in a way that kyle neeeever does, but it's his dad, he feels 7 years old again and is shutting down, you can see his eyes dim

aND STAN EXPLOOOOOOOOOOODES!!!!! LUNGES OVER AND PUUUUNCHES, PACIFIST STAN PUUUUNCHES GERALD IN THE FACE, PUTS HIM AGAINST THE WALL FIST FULL OF HIS SHIRT IN HIS HANDS, ABSOLUTELY SEETHING. and he is like! fuck you, gerald! kyle is one million times the man you will ever be! he is kind and wonderful and hardworking and fucking BRILLIANT!!! he is the best person on earth and YOU ARE LUCKY TO CALL HIM A SON, YOU WASHED UP, MALE PATTERN BALDING PINCHE PENDEJO!!!

everyone is shocked!!! everyone is STUUUUUNNED!!!! oh my god!!!! no one more than kyle whose heart is beating so fast. but anyways, stan just tries to compose himself and straighten his suit out, like, mrs. broflovski dinner ( the centerpiece apple he ate ) was delicious, everyone i am so sorry and happy birthday ike. AND WALKS OUT

anyways, uh...i hope that answers your question.

-uncle nina, angst queen and incitor of VIOLENCE!!!

#WOOOOOORRRLDSTAAAAAAAR!!!#viva la revolución babey!#i am sorry this was poorly typed and crazy but do u see the vision also i am sorry abt the plot holes #i didn't want to give you too much at once #i love stan w the blue hair sm also fun fact he dyed it blue bc its yerseys favorite color...not knowing its bc its his eye color #stan and sheila bonding is so cute #she does tell him often that he reminds her of a boy she knew #kyles best friend from before the fire #and stan is like ahahaha whew #also the pronoun thing for stan is hard for her but she tries #for kyle which is nice #BUT YEAH THE BOYS ARE FIGHITNG BC NEWS DROPS THAT RAVEN OF CRIMSON DAWN IS DATING POP PRINCESS IT GIRL CALL GIRL #its a whole mess it happens a lil before the plane ride over #so kyle is not on speaking terms w stan at all #its a whole mess #SPEAKING OF MESSES but first speaking of cleaning up nicely HELLLLOOOO GENTLEMAN STAN I LOVE U QUE QUAPISIMO #is it hot in here or is it just THE FLAMES FROM HELL BC THATS WHAT THAT DINNER PARTY IS GOING UP IN #i cant believe stan HIT someone and it was GERALD #insanity...pls note kyle follows him out...do they make up #who knows...i hope they makeout tho smh

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peepsibo · 2 years

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hi !!! could you possibly write headcanons for robin arellano x babysitter reader ? (platonic) w the reader maybe being like 15-17 or something. still older but still in school so they know some people robin talks abt ?<3

my first 'x reader' request <3 i hope you enjoy i have no clue what i am doing LOL. this became a lot longer than i realized... also i plan on sunday night/ monday finally answering my inbox!

(platonic) robin arellano x babysitter! reader (gn), (platonic) casper crew x babysitter! reader ; headcanons; non-canon, fluff

cw: mentions of violence, cursing, implied child abuse, small angst portion at the end that follows canon sorry i couldn't resist </3

ok so first off, you probably started babysitting him when he was like in 4th grade so like 10 years old and you were 14 trying to make some extra money

and your neighbor mrs. arellano needed someone to be with her son for four hours after school cause lets say robin's uncle had new working hours

you would pick robin up from school that let out at 3, help him with homework, make him a snack, play with him until 6 pm when his uncle would return home

very easy job!

except in the beginning robin would NOT open up

anything you would do he would look at you indifferently and not react

at like all

not even when u made his food into fun shapes

you: i cut your sandwich into fun faces! :)

robin: *slowly blinks, takes the plate of the sandwiches with no expression and walks away*

so for the first two weeks you saw him as a little brat and you couldn't handle this kid

you were considering asking mrs. arellano if she could get another babysitter so you could quit or at least watch him less

that was until one day, the day you planned to talk to mrs. arellano about getting a new sitter when this kid

absolutely out of nowhere

would not stop clinging to you

you went to pick him up from school and he zoomed out the building and fucking JUMPED to hug you

you: ????

like he wanted to be carried home, and when you couldn't cause his back pack was heavy (wtf were teachers assigning to 4th graders these days???) he settled for holding your hand and talking about his day

and when you got him home he wanted to help prepare his snack

turns out he was analyzing you to see if you were a good person, a vibe check sort to speak

and you passed! congratulations!

also turns out for his art project in school he drew you :(

(you have that photo in your wallet and show everyone even when robin is like 18 you will go 'look what robin drew for me!' and he will threaten to hit u')

so now you are stuck with this kid for the rest of your life

when his 11th birthday rolls around you're the first person this kid invites

also at this party this is when you meet finney!

robin is SO stoked to have you meet his best friend he wouldn't stop talking about it leading up to his birthday

ok so timeskip to when robin is 13 and you are 17

while he doesn't need a babysitter now he will not let you go

you are like an older sibling to him he will be damned if you stop hanging out with him

think steve and dustin from stranger things

anyways

and since now robin has like gotten in many fights now and has a rough kid reputation and now u get the pleasure of making sure his wounds don't get infected! so happy 4 u

u scold him a lot the first couple times he get in a fight while taking care of him so he has finney clean him up before he sees you after school to avoid that

speaking of finney

he would be friends with the rest of the casper crew so now you have seemingly adopted them too

i think out of the rest of the casper crew, besides robin, you would be pretty close to vance and griffin

vance, because he also is a rough kid like robin but you quickly break down vance's walls surprisingly

he tries to act tough but when u call him kiddo/ help take care of his hair he gets real quiet and has a small smile on his face

honestly ur just good with rougher kids, like when u grow up u end up going to become a therapist to help those rougher kids and understand them

and griffin because he's small, u could pick him up like a ragdoll and throw him against the wall u have this need to protect him

but he's also the biggest instigator so now u have to really control him

griffin, to vance: me, personally, i would not let that slide

you: *sighing, having to hold both vance and griffin at the collars of their shirts like cats*

you about robin: they are lovely amazing kids they are my pride and joy :)

you about vance and griffin: these are my dogs, they have rabies

for finney, you also unknowingly adopt gwen alongside him

they are a two-in-one deal tbh

when nights get bad at their house cause of their father, they leave to stay the night at yours and you comfort them

so u especially take up a more parent role for those two

also remember i mentioned u cutting robin's food into fun shapes? you bring back your star cookie cutters for finney

he acts nonchalant but inside he's freaking out over the star shaped sandwiches

for billy/ paperboy, hes like the most normal of the bunch, the straightman if u will

when u have to leave the room for like two minutes u always have billy be in charge (he has those spray water bottles u use on cats when they misbehave)

now bruce... i feel like he unknowingly makes enemies with people so now u have to protect this kid from getting jumped and he has not a damn clue what's going on

u knock on his head and u hear an echo (/lh)

so atp robin def has a key to your house so now they can terrorize u whenever u want

you, walking into your home: hello people who don't live hear

robin: yo

vance: sup

bruce: hey!

billy: *waves without looking up from his book*

finney: robin brought us here

griffin: we were out of doritos so we came to steal from you!

they all take a year away from your life

to circle this back to robin, you two are obviously the closest

as stated above, he sees you as an older sibling and while u love all the others who entered your life, it will always be you and robin

you are the first person he tells when he gets a 'C' on his math test

he will always be able to mention you to someone in a conversation

you are one of his role models in life

at the end of the day, you two will always be bonded for life

extra: canon angst!-

when robin goes missing, you are a mess. it was one of the two days you typically don't see robin, and now you feel it was your fault he was taken. how could you be so careless? late at night, you wish it was you that was taken.

#the black phone #robin arellano #vance hopper #bruce yamada #finney blake #gwen blake #billy tbp #paperboy #griffin tbp #tommieasks

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bestworstcase · 1 year

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*kicking my feet and twirling my hair reading your Rwby analysis bc you get it* Anytime I feel like I may be thinking too much about something I remember that you don’t care and you make this fun little posts with your theories and your thoughts and I nod my head and go yes. That’s what I was thinking but couldn’t put into words. I don’t really know how people can’t like SEE IT.

Anyway I just really enjoy your analysis. Both bc it teaches me something new regarding like narratives and storytelling and because you like don’t care if people hate on you for being pretty much right. Especially about the ending of the show being something along the lines of a discussion. Salem is not our big bad. Salem is just another side of the same coin *cough that screen shot of light and dark and then salem and light*

On another note. Being the Blake Stan that I am. I’m constantly think about her and her actions towards leading. Especially since she’s taken up the leader position momentarily. Like this is a great moment for her bc it shows how much she’s grown since v2. Not to say that she doesn’t have shit to work through since v6-8. It’s just different bc Blake has found herself again. She’s not 17 anymore and trying to hide who she is. She’s embraced a lot of her goofy nature and her teams reassurance that opening up is okay.

And Im prepared to eat my words later but. It feels like Blake and Ruby might have another conversation regarding that loss of self. Blake understands what duty is and how it can weigh you down. Her whole life has been based on the fight for Faunus rights. She attended beacon, a place where you can become a huntress, because a huntress is seen as righteous and good. Just so she can maybe figure out how to help her people. That’s a big thing for a 17 year old to feel. And right now Ruby has undergone the same thing since she was 15 and moved up two grades. Except instead of just one group of people she’s concerned about the entire fucking world. And she’s literally falling apart to the point where the narrative makes us go to wonderland to rekindle a new sense of purpose or come to terms with our intersectionality. Like yes Ruby rose is a huntress, a girl, has silver eyes. But how much longer is she going to just allow those parts of her self to become everything ?

“…but that’s it. They’re just a part of you. Don’t forget about the rest.” Ruby has forgotten the rest. And I’m really hoping We get a similar conversation to the one Blake had with Nora and an extension of her conversation with Ruby in The Schnee Mansion. But I’m not going to like get my hopes for it either bc I’m sure there’s a way to show that line of thinking without telling it but I think it would be nice. It’s clear everyone will help Ruby in some way I just think it makes a little more sense to have Blake having another burning the candle moment with Ruby. Like as a bee shipper yes I’d also like something simialr with them but this just feels like it makes more sense especially since the bees are clearly gonna be doing their own thing BUT i do think Blake will have an impact on Ruby in the worst and best ways especially as she takes that leader role. Bc Ruby’s self loathing is gonna make her feel like Blake is a better leader. So for Blake to clarify and say “everyone needs help sometimes Ruby. Just because we rely on you doesn’t mean you don’t deserve a break” like cmon its right thereeee.

the secret to happiness in fandom is to not care about being right akshdj like. will i be stoked if i turn out to be approximately correct in my predictions? yeah i love being right. do i trust my own analysis, and will i argue my case if someone tries to argue with me? of course. but also at the end of the day i’m here to enjoy the story and if i’m wrong or if someone disagrees with me who cares. my ego can stand to be reminded that i’m not perfect now and then khshcjn

anyway on the subject of blake and ruby. in hindsight it feels very obvious that the talk those two had was set up for the dynamic that is going to develop in V9. (<- an example of me being ‘wrong’ btw in that it did not even occur to me to read that as heralding a literal reversal of roles rather than merely illustrating the overt pressure on ruby’s shoulders; and isn’t it exciting that i can be as unhinged about the details as i am and still miss blisteringly clear foreshadowing like that!) and slantwise to that there’s the ✨mountain glenn✨ reprise everyone can feel coming, the return to the question of why they chose to become huntresses and what that means to them, and the reckoning with the institution and the concept itself in light of the things they know now that they didn’t then.

because there’s this explicit connection between what blake says in mountain glenn and what she tells ruby in volume eight. blake chased her profound desire for justice and restoration to beacon because huntsmen and huntresses are revered as “the most noble warriors in the world,” but she has no plan—no idea how to put her ideals into practice. the allure for her lay fundamentally in the idea that becoming a huntress would realize her desire for social justice through the intrinsic goodness of the profession itself; she escaped the soul-crushing, terrifying experience of seeing someone she loved and trusted slowly corrupt the civil rights movement she’d grown up with into a cynical vehicle for his personal spite and self-aggrandizement, and lunged for the shining incorruptible heroism of the huntress ideal because it made her feel safe. except there is no such thing as shining incorruptible heroism, and becoming a huntress in and of itself doesn’t and cannot effect change, as oobleck delicately points out by asking her “how?”

consider the traits that blake sees and admires in ruby: in V5 she describes ruby as the embodiment of “purity” and in V8 she tells ruby that she looks up to ruby chiefly because even though “you don’t always know what to do, but that’s never stopped you from doing something.” <- blake sees in ruby a freedom from that question of “how?” that she still doesn’t know how to answer. she sees a girl who is both unwaveringly good and unburdened by the hesitance and doubt blake struggles with. this contrast is immediately visible from their first encounter and is cast into sharp relief during the mountain glenn arc, when ruby’s singular dedication to becoming a huntress is made a counterpoint to the uneasy uncertainty of her teammates.

but in V6-8 this contrast is steadily unraveled and revealed as an illusion, because the truth is that ruby’s pure certainty made her uniquely vulnerable; being a huntress is something that her teammates DO, but being a huntress is what ruby IS. her whole sense of self is encapsulated in the statement “i am a huntress” and unlike her teammates, she cannot reevaluate what being a huntress means to her—let alone walk away from it—without shattering the very bedrock of her identity. she has no off-ramp. nothing to fall back on if it turns out that the reality of being a huntress doesn’t line up with her expectations or her values.

like, if blake looks back on the past two years and looks at the ways her world has been shaped by the huntsmen system and decides she no longer wants to participate in that, her identity does not need to fundamentally change. she already has the emotional and ideological framework for leaving behind an organization that no longer aligns with who she is or what she wants to do with her life, even if she’s not able to articulate a precise alternative, and she has a social safety net in the form of family, friends, and allies outside of the huntsmen system. separating herself from being a huntress is as simple as saying “this is not right for me” and leaving it behind to focus on a different approach to her goals. the essential core of her identity is that she wants to stand against injustice and fight for a better world; she doesn’t need to be a huntress to do that.

but ruby? there is some passing similarity between herself and blake in that ruby, also, is driven by a desire to make the world better—but for ruby this desire is inseparable from the desire to become a huntress. “i want to become a huntress because i want to help people; my parents always taught us to help others, so i thought hey, might as well make a career out of it.” <- to ruby “help people” is synonymous with “slay monsters.” in eight whole volumes the only HINT of an alternative she’s considered is the implication in 1.1 that she also thought briefly about joining the police but decided against it because huntsmen and huntresses are “so much more romantic and exciting and cool.” like this is her LIFE. her SELF. her entire family and all of her friends are huntsmen and huntresses too, many of them reliant on her to lead them; her every ambition and fantasy is wrapped up in being a huntress. there is, to borrow oobleck’s turn of phrase, nothing else in this world she would rather be. so even as being a huntress tears her apart, she can’t tear herself away from it because it’s all she’s GOT.

the only way out for her now is to let herself shatter. like, she cannot keep doing this. ruby is so far beyond the point of what she’s able to endure that her body is literally shutting down. and that’s going to be so painful and scary for her to come to terms with because the only way to not be broken forever is to completely remake herself. to reject entirely the idea of herself as a huntress and figure out who she is without this thing that DEFINED her.

and i think the narrative is likely positioning blake to take up the mantle of leadership in her stead because—just as the things blake most admired in ruby have revealed themselves as one of ruby’s greatest vulnerabilities—the things blake identified in herself as uncertainty and cowardice are beginning to reveal themselves as her greatest strengths; adaptability, resilience, the ability to let go of old beliefs about herself and her world as her perspective changes. blake admired and found inspiration in ruby’s pure conviction, but blake is the example ruby desperately needs, and in particular her experience of leaving the white fang—a movement that in a sense quite literally raised her, just as ruby grew up within the machinery of the huntsmen system—will, i think, give blake some crucial insight into what ruby’s dealing with now. because she’s been there, and she made it through to the other side, and she is living breathing healing proof that ruby can survive this too.

#rwby v9 spoilers

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murfeelee · 1 year

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End of Year Asks

Saw this questionnaire on my dash, and couldn’t resist!

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1: Song of the year? The Rumbling (Attack on Titan OST). AoT started 2022 off CORRECT, lemme tell you.

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2: Album of the year? The Bleach Thousand Year Blood War OST. That Quincy Imperial March gets me going! I can’t wait for the official release.

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3: Favorite musical artist / group you started listening to this year? Kaho Nakamura, from the Belle (2021) OST. Every song she sang was EXCELLENT, her voice is LITERALLY a bell.

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4: Movie of the year? The only movies I’ve watched this year are anime, and Belle was my favorite, even though it came out in 2021.

5: TV show of the year? TV: AMC’s Interview with the Vampire. Anime: Bleach.

6: Episode of tv or webisode that defined the year for you? Bleach TYBW S01E01, the hype was real--Bleach is BACK, baby! \(^0^)/ This has been the year of astounding adaptations. We waited TEN YEARS for this, and it was PERFECTION.

7: Favorite actor of the year? Jacob Anderson. My mind was blown, seeing Grey Worm from Game of Thrones turn into THIIIIIIIIS sexy AF vampire, WTF?

8: Game of the year? God of War: Ragnarok. Only been waiting FOUR EFFING YEARS for the sequel.

9: Best month for you this year? June & July, when I was on Summer Break.

10: Something that made you cry this year? So much anime, too much homework.

11: Something you want to do again next year? Go to an anime convention.

12: Talk about a new friend you made this year. I met a nice girl in my Greek class who’s super sweet. We study together and spend most of the time fussing about how much we hate Greek. XD

13: How was your birthday this year? I don’t even remember. My Halloween was lovely though.

14: Favorite book you read this year? The only books I read lately are for school, and none of them are what I’d call favorites.

15: What’s a bad habit you picked up this year? Getting fat off of junk food. I’ve never been this big in my life. I’m depressed.

16: Post a picture from the beginning of the year:

I really didn’t sim much this year--the only pic I posted in January was from my New Years miniset. U_U

17: Post a picture from the end of the year:

My newest hyperfixation--I make myself tired.

18: A memorable meal this year? I ate raw fish at a sushi place for the first time. Never again. At least I wasn’t the one paying. DEEP FRY my food, please, thanks.

19: What’re you excited about for next year? My fave professor’s coming off sabbatical next year, so I’m stoked! I was dead bored this year.

20: What’s something you learned this year? A lot. How much of it will be relevant to my research though....? HA.

21: What’s something new about your place of residence (room, home, or general location) now vs the start of the year? The extra layer of dust over everything, cuz I ain’t in the mood to clean.

22: Favorite place you visited this year? My mom’s is the only place I ever travel to.

23: If you could send a message to yourself back on the first day of the year, what would it be? Get more sleep, idiot, and put the Pepsi down.

24: Did you keep any New Year’s Resolutions? Not really U_U I didn’t get around to doing any Dragon Age or Cyberpunk stuff this year. And I only did a little bit of the Untamed gameplay. The most headway I made was with Bleach, but I didn’t even finish the Substitute Arc--I really wanted to get to the Soul Society stuff.

25: Did you create any characters (in games, art, or writing) this year? Describe one: I REcreated plenty of sims from a bunch of new fandom INSP gameplays, including: Bleach, The Old Guard, Critical Role, and Interview with the Vampire. I think my favorite has been Caduceus from Critical Role.

I had a lot of fun making him and his CC with all the mushrooms, and the lot I built for him, full of plants and stuff. So rarely do I indulge in High Fantasy, because it’s HARD to do fanciful gameplay--especially for MEN, since everything’s female-oriented in The Sims 3 communitty--unless I make the CC myself--which I hate doing. But I really wanted Caduceus in my game, so, alas.

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Thanks for reading!

Happy Simming, and Happy New Year!

#questionnaire #I hate school #music

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I have a pre-intake call with someone at the gender clinic tomorrow, they have care coordinators, so I guess this is about that. Anyway, I'm making a list of concerns. This is long and pretty personal, so it's going to go under a cut....

The Major Problems

My PMDD is bad. This is the biggest reason why my therapist is pushing me to at least talk to someone about hormones. I had a history of being seriously suicidal (as in actual attempts) when I was a teenager and then things settled down for a while. Now that I'm actually going through perimenopause though, it's gotten really unstable. The level of PMDD I'm having right now is close to that bad; although I have better coping tactics so I'm not actually suicidal.

My cycles are often 18-21 days long, sometimes as short as 16 or 17. Even with two LONG cycles (over 36 days), I still had 15 cycles in 2022. That means 15 rounds of severe PMDD.

I am experiencing "vaginal dryness" (more specifically vulval dryness) that periodically makes me feel like I'm about to come down with a UTI. Ick.

Hot flashes.

Based on the PMDD alone, I think it would probably be a good idea to shut down my cycles (at the ovarian level, so not uterine ablation). Probably this means some sort of oral contraception, progesterone minipill or testosterone. But the last two symptoms are usually treated with estrogen so... I don't really know this is where I need a doctor who has more knowledge & expertise.

The Big T

Part of why I'm specifically looking at going to a gender clinic for treatment is that I want to be able to talk to them about T. I had always said "Oh, if I had known that I could be nonbinary and take T when I was 25 I would have totally done that." But I'm also really resistant to medicalization, and without any other motivators, I really would rather just not see a doctor. At all. (OK, maybe if I have pneumonia or a UTI.) This was a major reason why I put off having breast reduction surgery for many years, I just didn't want to have medical care if I didn't absolutely have to.

Anyway... back to the question at hand... If I need to see someone for perimenopause reasons, then I want it to be someone I can talk to about low dose testosterone without them running away screaming. Apparently, using small amounts of T in menopausal cisgender women is useful, but controversial because everyone is so worried about "masculinization." Like... No. I'm really not worried about that. But I don't want to have to sit in a sterile little medical room and have to educate my provider.

So, here's how I feel about possible effects of T...

Menstrual cessation: Uh... see above! This would be a good thing.

Voice changes: YES PLEASE! This would be my number 1 positive!

Bottom growth: I would be into this, but it wouldn't be a major goal.

Facial/body hair: This one I'm kinda on the fence about. I mostly do not want facial hair for the sole reason that I pull it out with my fingernails. It's not a healthy fidget. 😬 Hair other places, I'm cool with it, I don't really care that much. Right now, I choose to shave my armpits, but literally only because I feel like antiperspirant works better if I do and I don't like damp pits.

Hair loss: Oh HELL NO! And this is a huge one because I'm old enough that if I was a cisgender guy, I would be having hair loss right now. Big no on having that happen.

Body changes: Look, I work out. I lift heavy. I already have a good deal of muscle and I'd be stoked to increase that. (If you didn't know I was a GenX gymrat before, the word "stoked" would be a major clue.) Changes in bodyfat distribution are more ho-hum. I'm not dysphoric about my butt or anything, but I'd be OK with subtle changes.

Facial structure/jawline changes: I'm alright with this. I might be more enthusiastic if I understood what it will look like on me.

Vaginal dryness/atrophy: Uh... I'm already on the road to this and it's one of the reasons I'm seeking perimenopause care. So this is going to need to get dealt with one way or another.

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Now having dyspraxia is very hard somethings change out your control 🙃 at making me frustrated I writing this because can't sleep too exiting going get Ginerapig and hamster but do wish could have dog and cat too.

Not going tell about that because Ginerapig are babies at movements so have wait for now. If all babies Ginerapig goes then after going to Pet Home get them there as will get hamster now need rabbits too.

I would love to work with Animals look after rabbits, chicken,Ginerapig, hamster 🐹 dogs and cat even feed the lambs but won't it happen at movements.

Before want pet I want I want going on holiday I did want going on cruise but too expensive now so might leave idea next year.

I email Stafford College,Newcastle under lmye ,Stoke on trent college and cannock college for Engish crouse but receive noughting till now There Engish crouse on Tuesday in August and Thursday in September and think from Stoke on trent college promble is won't be able get up there when can't use bus pass after 10am at night good when do college crouse hasn't told mum yet because I don't want get hope up and she won't 16 and 17 years old with me ( Foster sister in the past) so feeling down I put music and dancing to Spice girls music and also put other music too which like listening to Pruegym.

So fun dancing in Pruegym but keep missing this Tuesdays I need carth up on Art crouse get my certificate as missing last week going holiday really enjoy but only promble I can't find Sunflowers landyard of Dyspraxia can't see everywhere.It frustrated because it rain tomorrow I need for buses pass tomorrow but wait and see,

#dyspraxia #dancing #Pruegym #sunflowers hidding disabilities #holiday

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matthewwilliamcharles · 11 months

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A Critical Transmission

What’s up guys? Well, it’s been a busy year for me. Back in December of 2022 I released my latest album, “Critical Transmission” on good ole’ fashioned cassette tapes and CD’s! Of course the music is available on all streaming services, but I’m much more into creating and buying physical media, playing live music and meeting people in person. So that’s why I embarked on a pretty impressive run of shows that started back in December of 2022 and went all the way through June of 2023. It wasn’t a straight run of shows, I did a 4 day tour in December, then a 17 day tour in January & February, followed by 8 days in May and 2 days (with local shows scattered in between) in June. So I basically toured for a duration of a month over this first half of the year. I’m really stoked on how everything went! I hit up some classic spots and saw some old friends, but mostly I was playing in front of new people. I got rid of about 100 copies of my new album, a mix of CD’s and cassette tapes. Not to mention I sold many t-shirts and other merch items, thank you for that! I know for many musicians that’s chump change, but for me that’s pretty damn good! There were some spots where people already knew my new songs, which after all these years of playing music still surprises me when it happens. Feedback on the album was really good, people seemed to be really getting the message that I was putting out there. I feel more and more people are seeing past the two party illusion and starting to focus on our common denominators and not what can divide us. Obviously, in reality not every show is a banger, and some shows I could tell it really wasn’t my crowd, but you just play on and enjoy yourself the best you can. I’m thankful for every opportunity.

So I do not foresee me grinding for the rest of the year, but I will be playing live shows and working on a couple videos. Many of you know that I also have a punk band called Assemble, and I’m working on writing some new stuff for that band and we have a busy schedule coming up, and with all the other things I have going on I’m trying not to overbook myself (like I have for the first 6 months of this year). For those of you who don’t know Assemble you should check us out https://linktr.ee/assembletheband. One of the most common remarks that I get on the road is,”You should be fronting a punk band”. Well, if I didn’t sell you an Assemble record on the road then there you go.

I also write a lot and I try to post my tour blogs. It’s a lot of work to transcribe everything and sometimes it’s months before I end up posting anything. When you own a t-shirt shop and play in three bands you end up being hard pressed for time. But that being said I just started a Substack page! I have a tumblr (Hello!) that I have used for years, and I have some other blog spots that I have used and gave up on. I also used to have a newsletter with followers but I haven’t sent that out in years. I really like how Substack works and I like the layout. Either way I have many tour journals that need to be edited and posted. In the past I would just post the whole lot at once, but I think I’ll just post them periodically so I can continue to have content. I also believe that long tour journals can be hard to read, they get boring and redundant. That being said people have told me that they do enjoy reading them. Some like to hear about the mundane adventures of the solo touring guy, and others like to see where I played to give them ideas for where to tour and how to tour.

In conclusion, thanks to all who have helped me out over the past months with booking me shows and giving me a place to crash, buying my album, making me food or just being friendly. It is much appreciated!

Links to my music, screen print shop and other things that I do.

#tourlife touring acoustic solo guy mwc MatthewWCharles

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captain-ozone · 3 years

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Fic Writer Review

Thank you for the tag, @flutteringdreams-matw!! I loved reading your review, and I’m stoked to have the opportunity to fill this out myself, too!

1) How many works do you have on AO3? 46. And not all of them have been transferred over from FFN. There’s at least another dozen between multiple fandoms over there, lol.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 656,571. My word.

3. How many fandoms have you written for and what are they? When one of your fandoms is DC Comics...Does that count as one or several? LOL. xD

There’s been Merlin, Danny Phantom, Batman (Comics), Young Justice (cartoon), Teen Titans (cartoon), Titans (TV Show), Smallville (TV show), The Justice League (movie), The Flash (Arrowverse TV Show), Miraculous Ladybug, Harry Potter, Rise of the Guardians, How to Train Your Dragon, Sword Art Online (anime), Blue Exorcist (anime), The Bright Sessions (podcast). Might be missing some.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? 1. Come Alive (Young Justice) 2. life, if well lived (Batman) 3. On Three (Miraculous Ladybug) 4. a million dreams (Batman) 5. Genesis (Danny Phantom)

@redriotted should be informed that my top two are fics she requested from me via prompts I’m sure neither of us expected I would ever fill. Love you, dear! I credit you for these fics!

5. Which of your fic do you want more attention for? Difficult question for me to answer. I’ve been gifted with lovely feedback on most of my work. I guess if I were to choose one it would be Locking Up the Sun (Batman)? It’s a Fantasy AU. A fantastic exercise in world-building. I had so much fun with it that I’ve been playing with the idea of spinning bits of it into an original work.

6. Do you respond to comments, why or why not? YES. I try to respond to every review and comment I receive. I understand it takes a lot of time and energy for some people, but from the moment I posted my first Merlin fic in 2011, I needed to respond, even if with nothing more than a little thank you. And I’m not about to stop the habit. I met some of my dearest friends responding to reviews. I still meet wonderful people doing so. :) 7. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending? Uhhhh, I’m not sure? I guess it depends on perspective. Most of my fics end happily, or rather, I am quite heavy-handed on the comfort part of the Hurt/Comfort trope. I do bittersweet more often than I do angst. I wrote a Merlin AU inspired by The Picture of Dorian Gray about Uther Pendragon that was pretty angsty? Grief was another one, also in the Merlin fandom. I’m sure there were some in my FFN Merlin oneshot collection Rabbits and Bathroom Breaks that apply, but lord knows I hardly remember half of what I’ve posted in that monster.

8. Do you write crossovers? Once. I wrote a Rise of the Guardians/Frozen crossover with an Elsa/Jack Frost pairing as a gift for a friend. 9. Have you ever received hate on a fic? Oh, of course. Who hasn’t? I’ve been cursed out more than once, too. It always stings, but it’s a matter of stepping back and asking myself: is this constructive? will this make me a better writer? Once you frame the comment/review that way, it’s a bit easier to see that it’s unproductive to linger on it for long. It’s someone’s personal preferences and/or beliefs not aligning with your own. Or someone who can’t quite distance themselves from fiction enough to realize you are not always what you write, nor are you a reflection of the characters/plot you’re writing about.

10. Do you write smut? if so what kind? Rarely, and only as crack or as a joke. Nothing I would ever share in public. RIP Uther Pendragon/Troll fic of circa 2013-2014. I do so wish I’d saved you somewhere safe. 11. Have you ever had a fic translated? Yes, but I have no idea where they are posted or in what language. Most of the requests came over FFN, so I’m sure they’re available somewhere. In some capacity.

12. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Not quite. My friend and I wrote every other line of the aforementioned Uther/Troll fic in a chatroom, if that counts. 13. What’s your all time favorite ship? I’m far more interested in platonic/family relationships in pretty much every fandom I’m in. If I were to choose one? Adam Hayes/Caleb Michaels from The Bright Sessions. Or Barry Allen/Iris West in The Flash.

14. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will? *eyes Shift warily*

I KID. I made a promise over half a decade ago, and I intend on keeping it. In all seriousness: A Merlin time-travel fic I started ages upon ages ago. I hardly remember what the point of it was. There is a fun scene I’ve considered posting as a oneshot more than once over the years, though, just because it makes me laugh.

15. What are your writing strengths? Dialogue, I think? I love it.

16. What are your writing weaknesses? Imagery/action. Give me a single scene focused on a conversation between two hopeless individuals that need some TLC and let me forget about where they are sitting or if they are sitting at all or if there are things that need describing around them, please and thank you. 17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic? I’ve done it, in some capacity. I used my knowledge of Latin grammar from old high school classes to try to write spells for Merlin fics. I probably butchered quite a few, lol. I think it’s important to use language as accurately as possible, though, if it were to be used at all. Most of the time I take the lazy man’s route and use dialogue tags and italics, just so I can avoid making ignorant mistakes. As a reader, as long as I have translations in front of me, I’m golden. 18. What was the first fandom you wrote for? Merlin. I owe that fandom everything. 19. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written? Come Alive. I don’t know that I have ever had so much fun writing anything in my life. a million dreams (my Flying Grayson time travel tear-jerker) and Not a Bit (my MLB Brothers AU, inspired by the original PV) come in close second. I dig my family feels, obviously. 20. What fic are you most proud of? Shift, my Danny Phantom AU, if only because it’s been seven years since I posted its first chapter. Writing it has felt like pulling teeth at certain points, but it has been with me for a long, long time. Rereading it is like looking at a time lapse of how I’ve developed as a writer, lol. Heart of Gold (Merlin) is another. Before Shift, it was the longest fic I’d ever written, one, and it was my first time really developing an OC/attempting a redemption arc as well. It was far from a perfect fic, but boy did I feel like a queen when I finished it. I’m sure you might’ve done something like this at some point, @cdelphiki, but here you go! @breynekai-tfc, too! And anyone else who sees and wants to share, please do so!

#captainozone #ask game #my writing #fanfic #fic

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the-great-imagines-of-1812 · 3 years

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NETHERFIELD PARK, LET AT LAST! (I)

“James ‘Bucky’ Barnes x Stark!Reader - PRIDE AND PREJUDICE AU

Summary: The Stark family, consisting of Mrs. Pepper Stark, Mr. Anthony Stark, and their five daughters, Natalie, Y/N, Jane, Carol, and Wanda. On one sunny summer day, the news reached the Stark family home; Longbourn, that Netherfield Park, the most spacious and grand estate in all of England, was let at last!

Only, it was by a certain Mr. Steve Rogers, and his rather...grim and stern-looking (for lack of better words) companion and best friend, a James Buchanan Barnes, and Mr. Rogers’ rather notorious sister, Sarah.

As tensions rise between between Mr. Barnes and Y/N Stark, will they be able to overcome their own pride and get along?

a/n: pepper is out of character?? i wrote her to fit the 2005 version of Mrs. Bennet.

tags: @cherryblossomskye

“Haven’t you heard, Mr. Stark? Netherfield Park is let at last! Do you not wish to know who has taken it?”

“As you wish to tell me, my dear; I fear I have no choice in the matter.”

You see, dear reader, the Lady of Longbourn House, Pepper Stark, had made it her business all her adult life to know absolutely everything about anyone and everyone. Including visitors.

The sound of the horrible playing of the pianoforte fades out as Y/N walks in to the house, only for Natalia nowhere to be found, with Carol and Wanda listening to their parents’ conversation to their hearts content.

“Carol, Wanda! What’ve I told you both about listening at the door! It’s unnecessary and rude!” Y/N scolded her sisters, in both hushed tone and manner.

“Hush, Y/N! Nevermind that! It’s Mr. Rogers coming down from the North with £5,000 a year!” Carol scolded back.

“ £5,000!” Y/N gaped, with her jaw practically hitting the floor.

“And he’s single!” Carol and Wanda squealed in unison.

“Who’s single?” asked Natalia, finishing her trip down the stairs and taking a place with her sisters in front of the door.

Now now, dear reader. It might do well by my part to let you know that Mr. and Mrs. Stark have five daughters. Their oldest, Natalia is 21, followed by Y/N, 20, then Jane, 18, followed by Carol, 17, while their youngest, Wanda, is 15. Mrs. Bennet loved all her daughters to the death, but with an aging father such as theirs, they would not inherit anything; shall he die an untimely death. Of course, any death is untimely on anyone’s part, but that’s not the present matter.

“Mr. Rogers, apparently. £5,000 a year and has rented out the Netherfield.” Y/N whispered to her sister.

“I don’t believe it, Y/N. £5,000? Lord help us all.” Natalia answers.

“And how could that possibly affect our girls?” Mr. Stark teased his wife, who very clearly seemed to be in distress.

“Oh, Mr. Stark! How could you be so tiresome? You know he must marry one of them!” Mrs. Stark looked as if she was about to faint from nerves.

Carol and Wanda proceed to let out a rather loud giggle at their mother’s plea, as the observant Mrs.’ eye. And with this, Mr. Stark proceeds to open the door, only to, no surprise, find his daughters listening in on the conversation with his wife.

“Good heavens! The lot of you. Excuse me, girls!” Mr. Stark passed his girls, moving into the sitting room. Despite Mr. Stark clearly wanting to end this conversation, his lady chases behind.

“But we shall not visit if you do not, so you must call for him!” Pepper pleaded.

Turning to his family in the doorway of the sitting room, he finally let out the news he had been holding in for so long. “There’s no need darlings. I already have.”

“Oh- oh! How could you tease me so, Mr. Stark? You know about my nerves.”

“Of course I know about your nerves, my dear. They have been my constant companions these past 22 years.” Mr. Stark settled in the armchair, prepared for questions for all the questions he was sure his daughters had.

“Oh dear! Is he handsome?” Wanda asked.

“It doesn’t matter is he’s handsome, Wanda. He’s rich!” Carol exclaimed, grabbing he sister’s hands. Natalia joins Y/N on the sofa as she says “For £5,000 a year, I it wouldn’t matter if he had three warts and a gray tooth!” Y/N snorts out in a laugh, and Natalia hushes her.

“Hush now, Y/N. I’m sure he’s lovely.”

“Who’s got three warts and a gray tooth?” Jane now asked shyly from the doorway her father had stood in mere moments before. But no one paid her any mind.

You see, reader. All the Stark sisters with the exception of our dear Jane, are rather outgoing. While Jane, instead of pretty dresses and social balls, opted for a plainer look compared to the rest of her sisters, thereon and therefore staying in the shadows more often than seen by society. Poor girl.

“Well, well. Shall any of you fall in love with the man, I will give my hearty and happy consent to marry any of his choice.” The man says. He hesitates for a slight moment. “The ball at Meryton tomorrow shall be rather splendid indeed.”

“Will he be there tomorrow, papa?” Wanda asks.

A pregnant pause fills the room. “I do believe so.” He finally says, stoking his chin.

Inaudible squeals of joy and excitement fill the room. Carol and Wanda immediately started bothering and pestering Natalia about their bonnets, their shoes, their mending, whatever came to their minds the second dear old father said the words ‘Mr. Rogers’ , ‘Ball’ and ‘Tomorrow’.

Y/N, however, remained on the couch, looking at her sisters with a grin on her own face. Excited as she may be for social gatherings and balls, Y/N had never bothered to look for a husband. Her sisters, although loving her very much, have always teased her about becoming a spinster. In a lighthearted manner, of course. Always.

It was a different story for her mother; Pepper actively hunted for husbands for her girls, but has proven unsuccessful, because since her oldest have come of age, only Natalia had come close.

And so, Mrs. Stark hoped to try her luck.

Dear Reader, this would soon prove to be more successful than you think at this very moment in time.

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The array of colorful dresses and all the gentlemen in dashing suits and the loud sounds of music, stomping, and clapping and the taste of the seasons’ best wine is nothing new to the Stark sisters, but they always tried to enjoy it to the maximum, nevertheless.

At these balls often hosted my one family or the next, dancing was often enjoyed. But one factor that ruled quite a few people out of the activity was the fact that the women, more often than not, the women out numbered the men. This meant that every young lady, including Y/N, had to wait their turn.

But Y/N felt no less bitter than any other girl in the room, as she laughed with a dear friend Darcy, who, despite being a few years older than her, had remained one of her closest friends since youth, and Natalia on her right.

“You know, Natalia; if every man in this ballroom does not end up utterly and foolishly, head-over-heels in love with you, I am to be no judge of your beauty.” Y/N told her sister rather loudly, trying to get heard over the music that filled the Meryton Townhall.

“All men, Y/N?” she inquires.

“Please, Natalia. They’re all humorless.”

“You better shut your mouth. One of these days someone is catch your eye and you’ll have to be more careful.”

“I hate to betray you like this dear friend, but I’m afraid your sister’s right on this one.” Darcy said from beside her.

Ms. Darcy Lewis, despite being a 4 years older than Y/N, had been close to her and her family since they could crawl. By Mrs. Stark’s standards, Darcy must, and I quote dear reader, “find a husband and give birth already”. Despite still having some time before society called her an old maid.

“Oh dear friend, how you humor me.” Falling on Darcy’s shoulder, she feigns hurt, putting a hand over her heart. “Oh dear, oh dear! How you betray me!”

“Hush now, look who’s arrived!” Natalia and Darcy both whispered, shaking her arms.

The rather loud dancing and joyful music had come to a screeching halt. The partygoers have parted a path for the three people standing at the door, as if they were Moses parting the red sea.

Their eyes scan the room, like a mother inspecting a child’s bedroom. Right away, Y/N knew who they must be. Leaning over to Darcy, she whispered in her friend’s ear “Which one of these painted peacocks is our Mr. Rogers?”

“The blond one to your left. To the right, his sister, Sarah.” she answers, clutching Y/N’s hands.

“And the man with the quizzical brow?”

“That would be his friend, Mr. Barnes. He apparently owns Pemberley Estate and half of the Derbyshire.”

“Oh how miserable he looks, Darcy! Look at him!”

“Miserable-looking he may be, Y/N, but poor, he is not. His prospects earn him a steady income upwards of £10,000 a year.”

“My, my. How very interesting.”

The trio makes their way on to the back of the room. Mr. Barnes was not one for dancing and Ms. Rogers looked as if she had a permanent look of distaste etched on her fair face. The partygoers continue their fun.

Mr. Rogers, however, was a different tale altogether, dear reader. He was like sunshine in a bottle, or a child opening his or her eyes for the first time. A child-like wonder, some may even say.

His younger sister, Sarah, has, to put it quite bluntly, the reputation the devil himself, more or less. Known for sabotaging her brother’s relationships and being rather promiscuous. Oh my.

His friend, Mr. Barnes, was quite the interesting character. He seemed to be pleased to be in such an environment, but at the same time looks like he rather be anywhere else.

Mrs. Stark does not let the three of them rest, and immediately reaches for those of her daughters who are not dancing on the floor with a partner. In her mind, it was imperative that her girls marry rich, whether it be for her sole benefit or the family’s benefit, we might never know.

With know Natalia, Y/N and Jane, with Darcy too, of course, at her side, they were introduced to the three by Mr. Lewis himself.

“Mr. Rogers; My eldest daughter Darcy Lewis, Mrs. Stark, Ms. Natalia Stark, Ms. Y/N Stark and Ms. Jane Stark. And of course, Mr. Stark.”

“A pleasure to meet all of you! I have two other daughters who I might introduce you two, if they ever keep their feet off the dance floor!”

“Let them dance! I’ll pay the matter no mind. Although it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

Mr. Lewis speaks up again. “And may I introduce Mr. Barnes of Pemberley and Derbyshire.”

The girls bow once again. The air was surprisingly tense, even if the words they had exchanged were merely just and introduction. But Mr. Barnes paid the tension no mind.

Unsuprisingly, Natalia had soon managed to drag Mr. Rogers away for some light conversation, being joined by Y/N.

“And are you enjoying here in Hartfordshire, Mr. Rogers?” Natalia asks shyly, wringing her hands.

“Very much, Ms. Bennet.” he answers her with a smile.

Oh, dear reader. He was smitten! A match made in heaven.

In a very clear attempt to rescue her sister from such a silence, Y/N proceeded to ask Mr. Rogers “The Library! At Netherfield! I hear it is one of the very best in the country.”

“Oh, yes!” he chuckles. “Although I’m not a big reader, you see. I very much prefer being outdoors.”

A smile came upon Natalia’s face. “That’s what I always tell her! How can one sit inside, completely still, when there is so much to do outside!”

Mr. Rogers’ eyes seem to be overcome with a certain infatuation not even the biggest matchmaker could define. “Ms. Bennet, would you do me the honor of joining me for the next dance?” he asks happily with a smile, holding his hand out.

One can feel Mrs. Stark’s eyes on her eldest daughter from across the room. Natalia, however, doesn’t give the subject matter a second thought and takes his hand and he escorts her out to the floor.

“And how are you this evening?” Y/N hears from behind her. Whipping her head around, only to find - Mr. Barnes.

“I’m doing just fine, thank you sir.” She gives him a curtsy. “I trust you had a tolerable trip?”

“Oh yes, Ms. Bennet, I do hope you trust me when I say we did. Although Sarah- I shall not talk much about her. I’m sure you know her nature.”

“And do you not care to dance, Mr. Barnes?”

“Please, call me James. And no, I only dance when obligated to.”

“Looks like I’ll have to do that myself.” Y/N says, perfectly in time with the previous dance that just ended. She holds out her hand to him, which he seems to accept after a second’s hesitation.

But to him, dear reader, it fell like his entire world was hit by a ray of pure sunshine and all his problems were somewhat solved. Or so I’m told.

But Mr. Barnes feels a sharp glare looking at him from across the room.

Sarah.

“You’ll have to excuse me, Ms. Bennet, goodbye.” he says, trying to hide the disappointment in his voice.

And so, our heroine is left alone on the floor, embarrassed until Darcy comes to her rescue. “Oh, I watched all of it unfold, dear friend! How rude of him!” her friend cries. “Come along!”

Darcy takes her hand and walks behind the seating area, where the pair would have more privacy to talk. “I’m sure you’d like to spare me the details, I will not want to hear of such an act on his part, and as I know you wouldn’t speak a word of it either.”

Y/N holds her friend’s hands in her own. “Oh, how you understand me! If only we could live together as old maids instead!”

This sends Darcy into and uncontrollable fit of laughter, which stops as soon as she hears the conversation of Mr. Rogers and Mr. Barnes walking bye. She ushers Y/N to listen.

“Natalia is the most beautiful girl I have ever seen, James. Although, if she were not to have me, I’m sure I would be happy with her sister Y/N, too.”

Mr. Barnes shoots his friend a cold glare, clenching his jaw. “Then you must’ve spent the evening with the only handsome girl in the room, because I only found Y/N to be nothing but agreeable.”

Y/N swore she could hear a part of her heart chip away.

“Oh, don’t give me that look, Y/N! If the miserable man liked you, you’d have to talk to him! Imagine! Darcy says, noticing the state of her friend.

“You’re right! I wouldn’t have him for all of Derbyshire, let alone the miserable half!” Now this sends both friends into a bigger fit of laughter than before.

“There you are! Where have you been?” Mrs. Stark shrieks from where she was situated now, besides them.

“Mother, I was just-”

“I’ll hear none of it! Do come along now, Y/N! Natalia is back from her dances with Mr. Rogers! Oh. My apologies, Ms. Lewis, I’ll have to steal my daughter away.”

“It won’t matter, Mrs. Stark. I had a gentleman already lined up for this song! Heavens, I better find him.” Darcy runs off.

Mrs. Stark drags Y/N by the wrist, all the way to were Natalia, Mr. Rogers and oh. Him. And suddenly, Y/N doesn’t know what he is to her.

And for a while, they engage in conversation about poetry, the country, music, and more.

But what Y/N doesn’t realize, dear reader, is that our dear Mr. Barnes - ehem- James. Couldn’t keep his eyes off her. Nonetheless, that is a story for another time.

“You do know, Mr. Rogers, my Natalia was and is still considered the beauty of the county.” Mrs. Stark says, hoping to prompt the man to do something, anything.

“Mother!” both Natalia and Y/N scold at the same time. They couldn’t believe their eyes.

“Hush! A couple of years ago, a nice young man did write her some pretty verses, and I was sure he would make her an offer.”

“Well, um, frankly, Mrs. Stark, I-” no one would’ve ever thought that they would see Mr. Rogers like this.

Y/N on the other hand, chuckles. “Who would have ever thought poetry would the food of driving away love?”

Mr. Barnes gives her a stern glare. “I thought poetry was the food of love.”

“Possibly. I personally have thought of it not as a promise, but a solicitation of sorts.” He gives her another glare.

“Ms. Stark I pray that when one is completely, utterly, and foolishly in love, they do not solicit, they give.”

“My, my. Who would've thought? While I do respect your opinion, not everyone is the same. Just like you seem to not even solicit a slight politeness to those you’ve just met!”

“Ms. Stark!”

“Goodbye, Mr. Barnes, you have been lovely company.”

~~~~~~

LATER THAT NIGHT

After lighting the last candle in the room, Y/N blew out the match in her fingers and joined her sister in their shared bed for the night. Natalia smiles at her.

“Mr. Rogers is exactly what every man ought to be.” She whispers, faintly. If Y/N hadn’t been there, she might have missed it.

“As well as handsome, tall, and conveniently rich?” Y/N asks, in a teasing tone.

“Oh hush! You know I don’t look for that!”

“But it doesn’t bother one now does it?”

Natalia blurts into a fit of giggles. “I guess not.”

~~~~~~

THE NEXT MORNING

This morning in the Stark household is like any other. Chickens clucking, the cow is mooing, as well as the breakfast sausages sizzling can be heard from, the kitchen, where the staff is preparing the first meal of the day for the family.

And most definitely NOT out of the normal is the girls talking about the previous night’s ball, which could only be described in an array of words, like wonderful and exciting from Wanda and Carol, boring yet thrilling from Jane, and a bumble of words from Jane and Carol.

“Ms. Bennet! Ms. Bennet!” Jarvis, one of the servants, runs to the table quickly, with a paper in hand. “Letter for you, Ms. Bennet. From Netherfield, the letter is!”

Silence falls upon the dining room as the words fly out of his mouth.

“Well open it, Natalia! Don’t keep us waiting!” Mrs. Stark pleads with the daughter.

“Yea open it, Natalia!” Wanda says in a teasing tone.

“Oh hush, you! I’m going, I’m going!” Natalia, says, waiting no more time before opening the letter. She skims over it, before looking back up.

“Well tell us, dear. What does he say?” Mr. Starks says form his end of the table.

“Her, momma, her. Sarah Rogers... has invited me to dine with her.

Oh dear.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #marvel #marvel x reader #marvel pride and prejudice au #marvel au #pride and prejudice #pride and prejudice au #pride and prejudice x reader #bucky barnes x reader pride and prejudice au

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the-fiction-witch · 3 years

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NSFW 100 Paul

1. What's the dirtiest thought you've ever had about a total stranger? About a stranger? Ohh I don't know? Maybe that time I thought about having sex with that girl with the huge boobs in the bus but that was years ago.

2. Do you prefer sex at night, in the morning, mid-afternoon, or NOW? I like morning sex, theses something sweet and cuddly about it

3. What's your favourite way to be seduced? It's gonna sound weird but like pet me, like run your hands down my arm, or my neck, or stoke my chest or my hips or something just literally touch me and I uhhh I am good.

4. What's the dirtiest fantasy you've had at work? At work? What are we counting as work? Because I don't really think about much other then music.

5. How would you dominate your boss sexually if given the chance? Who are we classing as my boss? Our manager? Ooohh noo no no thank you.

6. What do you do when you get horny in public? Just kinda... Untuck my shirt and use it to cover my pants. And usually notify my girlfriend to uhh help with that.

7. Have you ever masturbated in a public bathroom? No! Have you been in a men's public bathroom. I don't even wanna go in there unless I absolutely have to and even then if I can't just piss in a bush, there usually three blow jobs, a murder, a drug deal and someone with horrific diahrea... I don't wanna step food in there.

8. What's the weirdest thing you've thought about while touching yourself? I don't know I don't really think all that much, I thought about a cup of tea once but to be fair I did just want one when I was finished so...

9. What's the strangest prop you've used to get yourself off? ...... A shower head. Look we have an old rickety shower okay! And when the water comes out the whole head like moves and stuff we had to put an elastic band around it so it actually stayed on the wall it moved around so much and, one night after me and y/n has been, kissing a little in the early dating stages I kinda just held it to my shaft and ... You can imagine what happened

10. Do you remember the first time you felt aroused? Yes! The first time y/n came over in this little blue dress she had always worn fairly high neck dresses and such but uhh this was a uhh well low cut and I saw cleavage and boobs and I uhh yeah I got very very hard.

11. Who gave you your first orgasm? I did! We technically my pillow did, same night after y/n had gone home I uhh yeah kinda just wrapped my legs around the pillow thinking about her and next thing I knew I was cumming. That was an eventful day.

12. Do you remember what that first orgasm felt like? Not at all. All I remember was that it hit like a tone if bricks and I had to bite the pillow so I didn't scream

13. Have you ever had sex with someone whose name you never knew? Not sex. I've got a blow job from someone I didn't know the name off but that was before me and y/n where dating.

14. What's your favourite thing about a quickie?

Hearing her trying to be quiet it's so adorable and cute.

15. What the most sexually daring thing you've ever done?

Sex onna bus! Yeah we where heading home to my flat one night after a gig and we where sat at the back of the bus all alone and I pulled her on my lap and we uhh yeah we had sex.

16. Have you ever fantasized about fucking one of your teachers? No I have not. That's a weird thing to do.

17. Do you ever mentally strip strangers just for kicks? Nope. I do not have the time or the thought capacity

18. And then imagine, in dirty detail, what it would be like to fuck them? Nope. You know who I imagine does thought. John.

19. Have you ever kissed someone of the same sex?

Yes.... George. John dared us! I got him back I made him show is cock at a gig.

20. What inspires you to make the first move? Ummm Im not sure, usual just the thought comes into my head we have been sitting her a while or kissing a while or whatever so my hands just kinda take that as there sign to uhh do something already.

21. In your opinion, what does it mean to be good in bed? To pleasure your lover.

22. Have you ever cheated on a boyfriend or girlfriend because you just couldn't help yourself? No! I saw the other boys do it and saw how it ruined everything, I love y/n far to much to ever hurt her like that.

23. Have you ever pushed the boundaries of fidelity to the brink and then retreated just for the rush? No!

24. Do you have a go-to masturbation fantasy? Y/n climbing out my shower wrapped up in her little towel, dripping wet, coming into my bedroom putting my shirt on and nothing else and getting all cosy in my bed and maybe playing with herself a little... But I'm usually done by then

25. What kind of porn turns you on? I don't mind some of the magazines, not the ones where there like fully naked I like the little linguee and long shirts kinda magazines

26. Have you ever had sex with your eyes closed? Many times, not on purpose I just get overexcited and shut my eyes

27. Have you ever blindfolded or handcuffed your partner? No, but... If y/n would like to I have no issue with that.

28. Does naughty talk get you aroused?

Yes... 29. Are you sure about that, my dirty little forest nymph of a sex god?

Never sure my sexy babydoll

30. What's the dirtiest thing someone's ever said to you during sex?

I don't know honestly she doesn't talk all that much

31. Have you ever watched another couple get it on without them knowing?

No!

32. Have you ever watched another couple have sex with their permission?

No! What is with the pervy questions!

33. How would you respond if a couple approached you to be their "third"?

No thank you I have a beautiful girlfriend and I am very content with her

34. What's the most flattering thing someone's said about your naked body?

So beautiful, so sexy, I want you inside me now!

Yeah we both went a little nuts that day

35. When's the last time you had a vivid sex dream?

Like three weeks ago, I don't sex dream all that much maybe were having to much sex to make me horny in my dreams?

36. What do you think an orgy would be like?

Hot, sweaty and gross, no thank you

37. Have you ever propositioned a total stranger?

A couple of times usually egged on by john, but the most that ever came out of it was a blow job

38. What does your ideal one-night stand look like?

A nice sexy time, maybe a spoony cuddle, a cup of tea and then off home

39. How long does it take you to get yourself off, on average?

Myself about twenty minutes but I don't usually count when I'm with y/n

40. What's the weirdest thing that turns you on?

Seeing her in my clothes... That does things to me that I can't explain but it's so hot! My shirts, my boxers, ummm she looks so good!

41. Have you ever had a naughty dream about a close friend or family member?

I guess y/n counts before we where together as she was one of my best friends

42. Have you ever woken up humping your pillow?

Yes. Many times.

43. When's the last time you orgasmed in your sleep?

Years ago. I don't do that anymore now I just wait till I see y/n luckily she usually right in bed with me

44. What's the most embarrassing thing that's happened to you while hooking up?

John walked in on us during a uhh delicate time, as I was literally about to fucking cum! And now he knows to fucking knock!

45. Do you like touching yourself in front of the people you sleep with?

Many times y/n likes to watch me sometimes, and she likes to call me up and listen to me while I listen to her

46. What's the dirtiest text you've ever sent or received?

Well she once handed me a note that said "My house tonight parents are out x p.s being by favorite toy please xxx" ummm just thinking about it makes me hard.

47. Do you prefer professional or amateur porn?

Amateur!

48. What's your favourite blowjob technique?

Uhhhh suck I guess I don't know if you have it in your mouth I'm happy

49. If you had to pick, would you be a dominatrix or a submissive?

I think I am... Submissive. Just a little bit, maybe a lot

50. Is there anything you won't do in bed?

Anything with anal can fuck off on me or her

51. What's your dirtiest sexual fantasy?

Y/n coming in the room in my shirt pulling me around by my tie, tieing me to the bed and ummmm letting her do whatever she wants to me and I'd be bad just so she'd spank me.

52. How many people have you slept with?

Uhhh I think two. Maybe three? But I think two.

53. Where's the weirdest place you've had sex?

On john's apartments kitchen counter, he and the other guys went out to get take out for dinner and uhh we may have had sex on his counter top... Sorry John.

54. What's your favourite part of Y/n's body?

Her boobs. Or her hips I like both

55. Have you ever had anal sex?

Yes and it can fuck the hell off! I do not get what guys love about it so much it was had for me bad for her, the only time it was tolerable was when it was me! Ohh... I don't think I should have said that.

56. If you could choose what Y/n was wearing right now, what would you choose?

My blue boxer shorts and my red button down... Ummm with half the buttons undone

57. Where on your body is your favourite place to be touched?

My chest, I like when she pets me there.

58. If you could have sex anywhere in the world, where would it be?

Our bed of course?

59. When did you first had sex?

Ohh it was a terrible night, bent her over a bench in the park, the boys could hear us it was a weird time and I didn't enjoy much of it at all as I really liked y/n and this was just some pub girl named alice then but after it I got some courage and asked y/n out and we've been happy ever since

60. What's the best sex you've ever had?

The first time we did it in my apartment, we could be loud, we could take as long as we wanted, we could be kinky, we didn't have any worries and it was amazing!!

61. What's your favourite position?

I like to be ridden. But what boy doesn't?

62. Have you ever been caught having sex?

Yes, many times, john, my dad, her mum, all of my band, we get caught alot

63. Do you watch porn? I look at magazines

64. What kind of porn do you watch?

Magazines

65. How often do you masturbate?

Before y/n and I where dating actually even we where dating, before we became sexual in our relationship, twice a day at least now... I don't I literally haven't for over a month y/n takes care of me now

66. Name a sex position you'd like to try?

I wanna try reverse cowgirl so badly!!

67. Do you prefer to give or receive?

Give! I like hearing her gasp and moan for me

68. Have you ever been skinny dipping?

Yes! It was fun I wanna go again but it's really really cold.

69. What's the most sex you've had in a day?

Ten I believe is the record.

70. Are you loud or quiet during sex?

Loud, we are not a quiet couple

71. Have you ever tried using food during foreplay?

Yes! We used honey my god it was so sticky never again!

72. What's the first thing that sexually attracts you to someone?

Personality, the boobs.

73. Would you say you have any fetishes?

I like to be spanked. And tied up.

74. When it comes to BDSM, how far have you gone/would go?

She has tied me up, and she spanked me sometimes, and... We may have done anal on me but that's it

75. What's your favourite toy?

Either the shower head or... Y/ns little spanking paddle she keeps at mine

76. Do you ever read erotic fiction?

No, but that sounds fun

77. Have you joined the mile high club?

No but I shall one day I vow to do so!

78. Do you think you could take off Y/n underwear with no hands?

I know I can I have done it many times I use my teeth and my tongue

79. Would you say you're kinky?

I don't think I am that kinky but y/n is and I just allow her to do whatever she wants to me

80. Do you enjoy shower sex?

Yes!! It's so good, so warm, and wet and the shower is good too, plus we get to use the shower head on each other fucking hell she sqeauls!

81. Where's the weirdest place you've ever masturbated?

Under the table at the school library, I couldn't stop thinking about y/n and yeah I uhh did that

82. Do you like to be spanked?

Yes... but only when I've been a bad boy

83. Have you ever fantasised about someone else during sex?

Once, the first time, I imagined she was y/n

84. If y/n caught you masturbating, would you stop or would you finish?

I would do whatever she asked me too but I know she'd likely wanna watch me finish for her

85. Have you ever had an inappropriate crush?

Not really, y/n was pretty normal a crush so no.

86. Have you ever cried or fallen asleep during sex?

I have cried many times,

87. Do you prefer eye contact or not during sex?

I like it but it tends to make me louder and more needy

88. Do you like to kiss during sex?

Very much, the more kisses the better

89. Do you get tired after sex?

I do, usually I cuddle up to y/n and give her a kiss and we fall asleep in each other's arms

90. How many positions do you think you've tried?

Uhh not all that many four I would say as a guess

91. What's the longest you've ever gone without sex

I guess about a week, if we are not counting before time

92. How high is your sex drive?

Medium, y/n has a higher drive then I do

93. What's a surefire way to turn you on?

Rub your hand across my neck as we kiss and all the way down till your rubbing my cock, fuck it makes me hard!

94. Sex with lights on or lights off?

On! I wanna see what's going on

95. Do you like dirty talk?

I like when she calls me a bad boy, especially if she is also rubbing on my cock or spanking me at the same time the dirty talk adds to it

96. Do you prefer one night stands or longer-term sexual partners?

Long term

97. Do you prefer to be on top or bottom?

Bottom!

98.Rough or romantic?

Romantic

99. Quickie or marathon session?

Marathon! I wanna go for hours and hours!

100. What's the best thing about our sex life?

Awww, that we have complete faith in one another I don't worry about you while I'm gone and you know you don't have to worry about me, so when we get together again I get to have my perfectly smutty girly that I love ever so much, that and it's fun when the boys ask where I get my brusies from and I get to say there hikis from my sexy girlfriend, even if they are in usually places.

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crispyjenkins · 4 years

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Thot obiwan... just him being a thot and happy (it’s what he deserves) pls no obitine lol

(went a poly route with this cause i wasn't sure how to write thot!obi without making myself uncomfortable, so instead have poly obi and his seven partners! it’s like scott pilgrim except obi’s still dating them all. a mix of triads and Vs here! because i’m soft for big polycules

couldn’t get to more detail in such a short fill, but all ships are tagged if there’s any confusion! (ノ*´◡`) i will absolutely be returning to poly!Obi in the future.)

Rex promptly, and calmly, chokes on his first sip of tea.

Cody sighs, because he isn't exactly clear on the details either. "Yes, all of them. "

"Is that... Is that... allowed?"

"High General Ti is also on the council, it must be." The last twenty five hours since rescuing his general and the rest of Ghost Company from Ventress’ latest plot have been rather confusing for Cody, from Obi-Wan’s debrief to the holocall with the council, to Obi-Wan’s four other holocalls that Cody isn't entirely sure he was meant to see. He supposes he should feel grateful that Senator Organa had recently returned to Alderaan, or it could have been more.

Rex's eyes go distant as he does the math, a couple of brothers ducking around them where they've stopped in the middle of the hall. "That's... five people, Cody."

"Yes, Rex, I can count." He grabs Rex's elbow to start steering him towards the hangar again, where they’re supposed to be greeting some new Shinies in less than five minutes.

"But what about Ventress? And isn't General Fisto—"

"With Bly and General Secura? Yes. As for Ventress, as far as I can tell, the General... is simply like that with everyone he fights." It certainly calls into question quite a few "interactions" Cody has witnessed in his two years at Obi-Wan’s side, anyways. Fett's left sheb, does he have to worry about Ohnaka?

For all that Rex had been CC track just by being smart, he doesn't seem any more sure of the situation than Cody is. "Fett's left sheb," he agrees, bewilderedly tossing his flimsi cup of tea into a waste receptacle without actually having drunk any. "Bly never said anything."

Cody grunts and thumbs the edge of the helmet in his hands. "He isn't involved with General Kenobi."

"Cody, brother, that doesn't make sense." He punctuates the notion with a wild swing of his hand, narrowly missing a tech clone, who takes one look at the two of them and decides he isn't going to try and go toe-to-toe with two war heroes. "Where did you hear this? If it was Fives, you should know by now–”

“The General told me himself.” Sort of, anyways — Obi-Wan is rarely blind to his surroundings, and he had not dismissed Cody after the debrief with the council, so he must have meant for him to see. Why he had been meant to see is still up for debate, especially when Cody had waited all of four hours before telling Rex; no secrets among brothers, or what have you.

“I suppose what the generals do in their spare time is their business,” Rex mutters. “And it’s not as if the Jedi are anything the longnecks said they were, anyways. But Kote...”

He could do without the pitying look Rex gives him. “As you said: it’s their business. It wasn’t, and isn’t, any of mine what the General does off the field.”

“If you say so, brother.” He pats Cody’s shoulder, far gentler than the situation perhaps warrants. “What a way to find out, though; I don’t know what I’d do if I knew Skywalker was romancing around with half the council.”

Cody sort of wishes Waxer hadn’t tossed out the rotgut Wooley’s had cooked up the last time they were planetside. “I won’t tell you about Senator Amidala and Senator Mothma, then,” he sighs, just to see Rex turn as white as Shiny armour.

Senator Organa breaks away from the little party that had greeted The Negotiator in the Temple hangar and approaches Cody with a smile perhaps even kinder than his general’s.

“Welcome back to Coruscant, Commander,” he says pleasantly, folding his arms behind his back and settling next to Cody to observe General Ti fuss over Obi-Wan’s injuries.

“Thank you, sir.”

“I think I can speak for everyone,” Organa nods to Obi-Wan’s entourage, “when I say we are indebted to you yet again.”

Cody blinks at him, thankful he can hide his incredulity inside his bucket. “Sir?”

Turning his smile back to Cody, Organa puts a hand on his shoulder not unlike a brother would. “None of our positions allow us to watch his back, and certainly not as well as you do. I’m sure you can understand our worry.”

“I suppose so, sir,” Cody says carefully, not convinced that Organa isn’t trying to catch him up in a lie. “If I may, sir,” Organa waves for him to continue, “I’m not entirely sure I know what we’re talking about.”

“Hm, perhaps that’s fair,” Organa chuckles. “I apologise for having to speak so mysteriously, but one can never be too careful. I merely meant to thank you, and to encourage you to talk to him; for all that the Jedi are not hierarchical, he worries about his position above you. And Obi-Wan is no blushing Alqull, but he would not impose himself on you.”

“... Sir.”

“Yes, yes, more mystery. Just talk to him.” Organa leaves him with one last smile and a pat on the shoulder, and Cody wonders if Waxer had spiked his caf that morning.

The 212th had lost enough brothers in their last entanglement with Ventress that they return to Kamino immediately after Coruscant, General Ti all too happy to join them aboard The Negotiator; the brothers are delighted to learn she prefers to stand against their general’s back, lekku and arms absolutely dwarfing him, and Obi-Wan lets her.

They keep separate quarters, though Cody isn’t sure how much of it is for keeping up appearances.

As high strung as he is after his conversation with Senator Organa, Cody is relieved when they finally dock in Tipoca City and he can hand babysitting the 212th over to Waxer. He loves his men, truly, but being cooped up with them for a tenday in hyperspace is far from his favourite pastime.

When Cody joins Obi-Wan for their trek to the training levels, Obi-Wan takes one look at his harried expression and laughs — Cody would like to believe it’s because he knows what Cody’s thinking, rather than any sort of Jedi-mind-reading-nonsense.

Taun We meets them on the way, prattling about the “improvements” they’ve made since the last batch, and Cody pays attention because he has to, but the general’s little smile aimed in Cody’s direction does nothing to help him concentrate.

Alpha-17 greets them as soon as Taun We opens the door to one of the training rooms, and Cody finds he’d actually missed the old hardass; it isn’t every brother that can call High General Yoda a toad to his face and get away with it, just by virtue of being Alpha-17.

And then Alpha sees Obi-Wan and actually smiles, and Cody updates his mental counter to six. He had forgotten how much time Alpha had spent with the 212th before Cody was assigned, forgotten that it was Alpha with Obi-Wan when Ventress first kidnapped him; perhaps the holodramas are right, that shared trauma is a simple step away from romance.

Kriff, he could have gone his whole life not picturing Alpha trying to romance absolutely anyone.

“You haven’t asked,” Obi-Wan observes, hands folded under his chin across the desk from Cody. The teapot between them steams gently, filling Obi-Wan’s quarters with a haze of shiso and ginger that settles Cody’s nerves rather than stokes them.

“Sir?”

“Come now, Cody: we’ve worked together far too long for that.”

And Cody snorts a laugh, even as he turns back to the datapad in his hands. “I did not think it my business, sir.”

“Hm, and your conversation with Bail?”

Cody glances up. “Are you laughing at me, sir?”

The soft smile from Kamino is back on his general’s lips, making Cody all too aware of his helmet on the other side of the room. “Perhaps a little, Commander – your play for stoicism is as amusing as always.

“I don’t know what you refer to, General, I did not lie: I have not asked because it is not my business, and if there was more to discuss, I knew you would bring it up again.” With an inhaled sigh, Cody sets his datapad back on the desk and faces Obi-Wan properly, because he isn’t a cadet, and he isn’t what-are-emotions-what-is-responsibility Skywalker. “Clearly you have more to discuss.”

“Bah, you make it sound like a chore, Kote.”

He raises a brow. “When I was assigned to the 212th, General Vos warned me of your politician-speak, sir. Any conversation with you is a chore.”

Obi-Wan startles out a laugh, eyes crinkling at the corners as if just to remind him that there are lines on his face from more than just war. “Captain Rex tells me you get that snark from Alpha, but I must say I think it is a family trait.” Smiling behind his fingers, Obi-Wan tilts his head as if Cody were an especially endearing puzzle. “I’m afraid I don’t quite know how to navigate this conversation, my friend: I don’t believe I was the instigator of any in the past.”

“More politician-speak,” Cody chides without heat, but knows what he means anyways. “And you thought I would instigate, if you left it long enough?”

“Well, I hope I’ve created an environment where you and your brothers may speak your minds–”

“General,” Cody interrupts boldly, and Obi-Wan just keeps smiling at him, “I have it on good authority that none of my brothers have been the one to broach this subject first.”

“Mhm,” he chuckles, “Yes, I did hear about Commander Bly and Kit, and about Commander Choke with the 202nd.” Poor Shiny, Cody thinks, fresh out of ARC training when she met her general for the first time; the other battalions hadn’t stopped laughing about it for months.

“Sir, the freedom the Jedi have given us undermined nearly everything the longnecks brought us up to believe; if you are unsure of what to say, I’m hardly going to be more prepared.”

“Hm, perhaps we ought to be blunt with each other, then? Avoid the politician-speak entirely?”

“Yes, perhaps that would be better, sir.”

“Then, Kote, I would very much like to kiss you.”

“Only if you’ve brushed your teeth since you kissed Alpha.”

Obi-Wan throws his head back and laughs.

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I'm sure you've already provided it, but I'd be curious to hear your road to becoming a staffed writer. What first got you interested in it? Does it go back to school days?

Man it goes back far. I mean, I guess in some ways it doesn't. Since you asked more about what got me interested in where it goes back to, I'll give you the lest technical and more biographicl explanatin. My first goal was just to become a writer. I've been writing since I was a really little kid. I actually recently found journals from like the elementary and middle school days just filled with them. And it was never small scale, I'd always be planning out the whole fucking setting, how all the characters were connected, full universes. I made a fake fantasy. land in my backyard because my parents live on a lot of land. I called it Teleterania. I remember very little about it besides that that was the name hahah but I did do it!!! Everything I read only made me want to write. Everything I watched made me want to write.

Sometime around late middle school and early high school, I started watching more TV. I found soap operas and was OBSESSSED with their flare for drama. I found BTVS, Charmed, Smallville, Veronica Mars, OTH, etc. And all of those shows really got me actually looking at TV in a way I had never before. I got obsessed with their worlds and into their fandoms. I became the liek TV guy in my high school. There was even a group of girls I never got to really hang out with that would always call me over to their table to ask about what I knew about OTH stuff hahaha and 17 year old me thought that was awesome. Before my sister passed away, she and I took a road trip down to North Carolina to tour the One Tree Hill set. OTH was like the one thing that she and I agreed on. And it was so awesome. For me it was a first look at what the industry actually looked like, to see the sets and what went into it and all of that.

But I don't think my eyes really opened to actually WORKING in tv until college. I went to school for English Lit and Creative Writing in New Hampshire. My school had a great writing program and I was right at home there. i still credit my first writing professor who was only a grad student for really teaching me what I know about writing and editing and reading my own work for error and she passed me on to her favorite professor which was a hugely flattering moment for me. AND THEN -- I fell in love with PLL. And for me, that was really where shit started. I didn't realize it at the time and it wasn't even the show that did it it was what the show showed me. Through my tumblr at the time which had very little to do with fandom, I actually wound up running into Patrick Adams and Troian Bellisario. We all were always sharing each other's posts and at the time I was working for a journalist covering random TV out of a shitty free magazine in Boston doing work for peanuts. But I was going out to LA to meet up with a friend and we all decided to meet for lunch and they let me interview them for my magazine and stayed really rad people. They also helped boost my PLL photo recaps which I was doing at the time and those got the attention of the Director, Normal Buckley who asked me out to coffee and talked to me about my goals and what I was doing. He was the person who first really helped me understand that there's an approachability to the TV world that to me had always been this like magical hollywood bubble I didn't understand.

I went home THRILLED about LA, dropped out of college and set out to go to film school. From there, I hated film school because it was too technical adjacent, dropped out again, spent all the money I had on that move twice, and went home to boston broke and lost. I spent two years after that maybe more saving money, working in fandom, and waitressing while I went back to college online. That era wasn't super writing focused but it's where I found myself. I realized I was queer, I came out, I got into tumblr rpg, I met my fandom friends, I found tumblr fandom in a way I hadn't before. And then a couple years later I found tl100.

From there, the rest is kind of wonky. I had a big fan blog for the show and talked a lot about it on my twitter which lead me to many interactions with the writers who then invited me to dinner at comic con one year. I had a long talk with Shumway abut my goals and what I wanted to do with my life. I knew I wanted to be in TV somehow. I knew I wanted to be in writing somehow but I couldn't figure out how those two things aligned. I was doing a lot of journalism and critic stuff because that felt like the clsoest way to be both a fan and workin in the world I loved but it was really Kim and Shawna that opened my eyes to the ability to just .... be a TV writer. Film school had made me terrified of the wrtiing side but I think it was because film school was so much more about writing for film which I learned isn't my thing. But TV is a writers' medium, unlike film which is more fo a directors medium and suddenly I was like -- MIND BLOWN. It was everything I wanted in a career and married all of the things I loved. It was something that had previously felt like unattainable but they made it seem human and approachable.

They helped me get my first WPA job, I saved up 3 grand working and with the help of some friends and moved to LA to start that. And suddenly I was in a whirlwind of catching up on everything I felt like I had missed. I was reading scripts, learning what the process looked like, doing everything I coudl to figure out what being a TV writer looked like. After that job, I got another WPA job at Millar Gough on Into the Badlands and later Shannara.

THEN I got hired on Daybreak which I can fully credit with being a huge stepping stone for me and changing my life in a lot of ways. Aron was the best showrunner. He was educational and he taught us shit, he let us in the room, he let us write stuff, he let us pitch and try and fall on our faces and never judged us for it. My second season there he moved me up to writers assitant and patiently walked me through all the stuff I didn't know yet because he had faith in me and my voice and my ideas. He let me writ e afreelance episode that year and pitch it in the room and do all the things that real w riters get to do.

So after Daybreak season 2 got cancelled I was pretty ready to spend my next year or two just writing, finding an agent and moving forawrd. And then I got an email to go and work for Moira Walley Beckett. She was looking for an assistant with serious room experience to help develop something in a small room and stay on with her later. I took the job becuase she's MOIRA and I was stoked to learn from her and work for a woman for once. I ernded up very fortunate becuase a month later we were all surprised by the covid mess and I was fully employed that whole year while many people weren't which was a huge help. Moira was a STELLAR boss. I had thought I was ready and what she taught me was that ther's always so much more to learn. She walked me through the process of applying notes and taking notes and changing draft after draft of your story. SHe walked me through breaking a whole season of television. We had a great partnership for the year and I'm so grateful. And then that project didn't end up seeing hte light of day and we our separate ways as well.

Cut to a few months ago, I was still at home in Boston, post-covid, having been sick for most of january. My friend Rachel dared me to write a spec in a weekend for the Warner Bros fellowship deadline. So I did. It was a Legacies Spec. Given that we didn't have access to the WGA library because of the pandemic, Legacies was an easy and obvious choice. I had already seen it inside and out and didn't need as much access to learning a show from scratch. So I wrote what I loved, wrote a season 2 legacies spec that embraced my favorite things about legacies: the high school soap of one tree hill, Lizzie doing wild dialogue, buffy-esque monsters, and themes of grief and humanity.

AND THE REST you know.

Here we are. I'm still lost as fuck. I'm still running full speed through a world I don't always feel like I"m ready for. I'm still a perfectionist and an obsessive overworker. I still take notes I don't need to take and do work at 10pm and come in early and stare at the story boards. There's a whole journey in all of this about representation and coming to find myself and queer media and wanting to make more of it but that's one I don't feel like I can fully get into until I'm decades out of it and the world is truly made better. But I'm here. And it feels like the end of a journey and liek I'm standing at the edge of a brand new clif because I've only just started.

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Ren: Part 1

hey world, it’s Ren.

It’s been a shitty few days, that’s for sure. Mom went insane about family portraits, like she does every year, making sure we all went on diets before we got them taken. There was no way in hell she was gonna have her precious middle-class suburban dream family look like they’ve gained a few pounds over Thanksgiving. That would be an aesthetic nightmare for her facebook page. So we all gathered up on the couch while mom had her photographer friend, Ellen, take the most awkward family photos anyone has ever seen.

“Act like you like each other!” Ellen yelled out at us, from behind the tripod, as we all sat in cramped positions on the couch.

“What if we don’t,” Calum giggled out, before Mom gave him a small smack on the back of the head, not hard enough to hurt him, but it got her point across.

“Y’all are the cutest little fam-bam-ily, I have ever seen!” Ellen squeaked, “Say Harmon!” The camera flashed.

The photos turned out okay, nothing to write home about, but my mom certainly would write a long post on her timeline explaining the incredible feats of her children and husband that had happened throughout the year. It was kind of a cute tradition, if you didn’t realize how much of an enormous ego boost she got when she read the comments.

Happy Holidays from the Happy Harmons!

What an amazing year we Harmons have had! Our sweet son, Calum, turned 12 in August and has been absolutely thriving in Junior High! He loves going to Speech and Debate tournaments, and has been doing so well in Humorous Interpretation (Three First Place Trophies!). He also has been on the honor roll, his whole first semester of 7th grade! We are so proud of our funny guy! Our beautiful 17 year old, Abigayle, has been killing it in volleyball and soccer, and she is so excited to start basketball next semester! She has been applying to colleges and already has so many offers for athletic scholarships! We can NOT believe she is a senior this year, but we love her so much and are excited to support her in all of her future endeavors.

My hunky husband, Raymond, is truly a genius and has rocked his office to the core this year with all his new infrastructure changes. Engineers really know. how to think outside of the box, and he is so good at that in and outside of the workplace! I am so proud of my man and am stoked to announce that we will be celebrating 22 years of marriage this year! I love you Ray! I am also very proud of the accomplishments I’ve made in my workplace this year, I have once again been named Realtor of The Year by BBRA, and made a record number of sales this year (beating the previous record, also set by Yours Truly lol!)

And last, but certainly not least, our eldest daughter, Serenity, turned 21 this year and has been working her butt off at a new writing project! She has also been taking some classes at Bay Area Community College. She hopes to finally be able to move out this Summer. We are proud of her too! This year has been so great for my sweet family, and we can’t wait to see what the New Year brings! Have a very Merry Christmas, and Happy Holidays!

God Bless, Angelique Mathews-Harmon

I don’t know if you notice the way she talks about me, versus the way she talks about my younger siblings, but it’s certainly... different. Look, I wasn’t always the disappointment child. I used to be on the honor roll in high school, I was captain of the debate team, and Student Body Vice President, I was popular for a nerd, and I was praised heavily on my mom’s yearly facebook Christmas card.

After I graduated, I wanted things to stay the same. My best friend, Emily, and I both got debate scholarships to Britechester University, our dream school, and we decided we were gonna be roomies. For the first few months, things went great, we were eating in the dining halls and riding our bikes to class together. We would spend the evenings gathering evidence for debate practice, and then collaborating on Game of Thrones fanfiction. Emily made way more friends than me, but she never ditched me for them. She would always cancel with her new friends if I wanted to hang out, and never go to any frat parties that I also didn’t want to go to. That was, of course, until she met Desi.

Desi was a senior girl who joined our debate team the last semester of her senior year, because she needed a Fine Art credit. She was president of Tri Pi sorority, and everyone knew about it, especially Emily. Emily had always talked about wanting us to join a sorority, but I always talked her out of it. Maybe I was being selfish, but I knew I would never fit in with all those preppy girls. Yes, my family had a lot of money, but they never spoiled us, and I certainly was never skinny enough or white enough to be considered on of the ‘pretty’ girls at my rich private high school. Emily, though, was. Desi quickly noticed how much interest Emily was taking in her sorority, and asked Emily to come meet the girls at the Mansion for a private tour, and an opportunity to get a bid (if you don’t know, a ‘bid’ is an offer to join the sorority, and in the Spring, they’re very rare.) Emily was so excited and that evening begged me to come with her to the Tri Pi Mansion. I was very against it, but I couldn’t say no to Em’s jay blue puppy-dog eyes. So Emily and I biked across campus to the giant Tri Pi house.

When we got there around 7 pm, we were in awe. Every dorm on campus looked like it had been built in the 70s, but the Tri Pi’s lived in a modern palace. All the walls were painted a blush baby pink, and the floors were tiled in white marble. There was a giant modern kitchen with three fridges, and two stoves. And in the living room, 18 of the girls were sprawled out across an extra long, pink, suede sectional. They were dressed in matching pajamas and drinking cocktails served to them by a private caterer. I felt like I was in a movie, this type of luxury didn’t exist in real life, but there it was right in front of my eyes. When she spotted us, red-headed Desi leaped up off the couch to greet us.

“Emi! You’re here!” She gasped, bounding towards the two of us. “Oh my, and you brought your other freshman friend. I’m so sorry babe, what was your name again?” She widened her smile at me, showing her flawless white teeth, I wondered if it was healthy to bleach your teeth that much.

“Serenity, but everyone calls me Ren.” I kindly stated back to her, thinking maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all.

“Oh my god. Serenity is such a pretty name, one of my sisters is named Felicity, and that’s kind of similar!”

“That’s pretty too!” I responded, “Older or younger sister?”

Desi just laughed at me, and so did Emily. I didn’t get the joke. After awhile of them laughing, Emily finally explained.

“Not her biological sister, Ren. Her sorority sister.” The two of them looked back at each other and kept laughing.

The rest of the night continued on like that, Desi and Emily always having something to laugh about that I didn’t fully understand. Desi introduced us to many of the girls, and while Emily seemed to remember all of their names, I couldn’t even recall one if you asked me that night. I wanted to be as nice as I could to all of them, because they were all really nice to me, but I felt so completely out of place. We drank a few Bloody Mary’s and watched the movie Step Sisters, they asked us questions about our majors, and what we wanted to get out of the College Experience (TM), and at about midnight Desi and the rest of the girls sent us home. On our bike ride back to the dorms, I could tell Emily was upset. When we got back in our room, she was full-blown crying.

“What’s wrong, Em?” I asked, after shutting the door.

“They didn’t set up a follow-up interview,” Emily cried, “Everyone knows that during Spring Rush, Tri Pi always does a house tour and a second interview before you get a bid. I can’t believe it. I thought I did everything right!” Emily fell back into her bed, and sobbed into her hands. I was shocked, I had no idea Emily knew or cared that much about getting into Tri Pi.

That night, Emily cried herself to sleep in her bed, while I quietly smiled on the top bunk. I knew it was wrong, but I knew that if Emily and I got into a sorority, our friendship would never be the same. I didn’t want anything to change, I would have been happy if the next four years had been the same as the previous four years before it, just me and Em, debate partners, fanfic authors, and best friends. I fell asleep that night excited to take on the rest of the year with Emily by my side, without Desi or the Tri Pis.

The next morning, I was happy to get this email:

Dear Serenity Harmon,

It was so great meeting you last night! However, it is unfortunate that we will not be able to extend you a bid to Pi Pi Pi Sorority at this time. That being said, you are more than welcome to attempt to rush again next semester. Have an awesome rest of your semester!

Pi Pi Pi President,

Desiree Cast

I giggled at the formality, but I already knew I was not getting a bid, because of the lack of a ‘follow-up interview.’ In the midst of me laughing to myself, Emily popped her head up on the top bunk. She had a shit-eating grin.

“Check your email!” She shrieked.

“I just did,” I responded, “What a bummer.” I faked a frown.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Emily shoved her phone in my face and I read the bright screen.

Dear Emily Piper,

We had such an amazing time with you last night. After talking with the other executive members, we have decided that we would be honored to extend you a bid to Pi Pi Pi Sorority, without a second interview. You are a perfect fit to the Tri Pi mission and you fit in so well! You clearly did your research, and we can tell you will dedicate your whole heart and soul to this organization. Initiation will be on February 11th. Congratulations, Emily, and welcome to Tri Pi!

Tri Pi Love and Mine,

Desi Cast

That was the beginning of the end for me and Emily. A few months later, Emily moved out of our shared dorm room to move into the Tri Pi mansion. I can just imagine her in the silk pink pajamas, letting some frat boy feed her chocolate-covered cherries. At the beginning of sophomore year, she quit the debate team to focus on getting ready for Homecoming. When I asked her how she was gonna be able to pay for school she said that the Tri Pi girls helped her find some scholarships to make up for the one she was losing. Without my debate team partner, and without my best friend, I didn’t do so well in debate anymore. It just wasn’t as fun as it was when Emily and I could practice together. I lost my scholarship the second half of Sophomore year, and had a hard time focusing in any of my classes. Emily still tried to hang out when she could, but, by the end of sophomore year, she never could anymore. I was failing most of my Gen Eds, and since my parents had started paying for everything, they weren’t too happy about how I was wasting their money. They gave me an ultimatum, either come home, or shape up. The thing was, I didn’t want to shape up. I didn’t have any good friends at Britechester, I didn’t have a scholarship, I stayed in my room all day and all night when I wasn’t in class. So, I went home.

And I haven’t left since. When I got back to Brindleton Bay, I started focusing on my fanfiction more and more, and decided that I no longer wanted to be a lawyer, like I was going to school for. Instead, I wanted to be a novelist. Neither of my parents thought that was a good idea, but my mom especially lost it when I told her I wanted to take Creative Writing classes at BACC. She doesn’t approve of any job where you can’t make money immediately, even though it took her 6 years to sell her first house after getting her real estate license. My dad convinced her, though, to let me follow my dreams, despite how wary he was of it himself. Ever since then I’ve been working on my own fantasy novel (loosely based off of the fan fiction that Emily and I used to write together.) I don’t think it’s any good yet, but as I take classes and learn more abut writing, the better I feel like I get, and the more my novel grows.

I don’t hate being back at home. I like being around my siblings, most of the time. Sharing my childhood bedroom with my seventeen year old sister, absolutely sucks, but more for her, than me, I think.

She fought me for days on taking the top bunk when I first moved back in, and even though I felt pretty pissed about it at the time, now I kinda like being able to just collapse on my bed at night instead of having to climb up the ladder. Abi is also rarely home, she’s constantly at some sports practice, or some school activity. I’m also pretty sure she has a boyfriend that neither of my parents know about, but sometimes I hear her giggling on the phone late at night. Abi is much cooler than I ever could have hoped to be at seventeen and absolutely makes sure everyone knows about it.

“Hey, Abi! Cute jacket! Can I borrow it sometime?”

“Don’t be a fucking loser, Ren.”

Abi and I don’t fight, she just kinda makes me feel like an idiot for existing, and honestly, she’s right. But, Abi is not the coolest sibling I have, nor my favorite person in my home, that honor goes to my absolutely perfect younger brother, Calum.

Calum is the funniest, nicest, goofiest kid you have ever met, and I he is the spitting image of my father. He always makes everyone in the room laugh, and never lets anyone feel bad about themselves for any amount of time. I wonder if my dad was like that too, before my mom scratched away his personality with her acrylic nails. Calum is the definition of an empath, he can always tell if you’re upset, and feels it like you do too. He laughs hard, and loves harder, and he is my favorite person in the world. The worst thing about leaving home was leaving him, and the best thing about coming home was being reunited with him. He’s in seventh grade now, though, and I deeply worry that annoying, asshole kids are gonna start beating him down the way they did to me. I’m afraid that his deep love and interest in the world will turn to apathy as soon as some kid calls him a homophobic slur or something. I’ll do everything in my power to protect him from that.

With my rather large and chaotic family, though, shit can get pretty overwhelming. Especially when you’re trying to develop an entire fantasy world in your brain. And the best part about being an adult that lives at home, is I don’t have to ask to leave the house when I want to. Suck on that, Abi.

We live in a Seaside town called Brindleton Bay, and everyday, between my classes or after I get done editing some of my manuscript, I take a walk down to the docks. The Mathews’, my mom’s side of the family, have lived in the Bay for many years, and owned a lot of land next to the ocean. Inheriting this land is what got my mom into real estate in the first place. The family property stretches out long across the shoreline but my favorite part, is the lighthouse. You have to take a dingy or a speedboat to get out to the island where the lighthouse resides, but it’s the most beautiful part of town for sure.

So in the afternoons, I’ll hop in our boat and zip down to the lighthouse, it’s not too far of a trip, and the view is well worth it. I climb up the mountainous staircases to reach the top, and if I time it just perfectly...

I’m there right by sunset.

This is where I come to think, to imagine the rest of the world I’m creating in my book. I don’t know if I’ll ever be a famous fantasy novelist like JRR Tolkien or George RR Martin, or any other old RR man, for that matter. But, I’m certainly trying. I know that my mom is disappointed in me, I know that I am last AND least on her Facebook Christmas Posts. I know that I’ll never be the perfect college student like Emily, I’ll never be the star athlete like Abi, and I’ll certainly never make anyone as happy as Calum makes everyone he meets. But, maybe I can be Ren, and maybe one day I can prove them wrong. Even if that means I have to live at home for a little while. And at least I can be at the light house, alone-

“Ren? Ren Harmon? Is that you?”

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Lis: tc Headcanon Ask

How do you think Steph, Ryan, and Gabe met/bonded over in Haven before Alex?

That’s a great question, but a blog post from Square Enix already went over this with canon info! Gabe arrived first and Jed (Ryan’s dad) helped him get back on his feet and get a job at the Black Lantern. Then Steph was touring as part of her two-piece punk band with her then-girlfriend Izzy, stopped in Haven Springs, and decided to stay: "After an all-nighter with Gabe and Ryan, Steph made the impulsive decision to take the open job at the local record store and try her hand in the DJ booth.”

But I suppose that’s vague enough to fill in the gaps with more headcanons... sorry this took me two weeks to answer. I just wanted to write a few headcanons and I accidentally wrote a oneshot, lmao. But please, keep the headcanon prompts coming! I put it under a "read more," so thank you for your patience!

Alex was 13 when she entered foster care, and I've previously theorized that she wound up there after her parents died. The "Meet Gabe" video says Gabe ended up in juvie, but I think he was already in juvie before his parents died (or else he would've been put in the foster care system too).

So at 17, Gabe is serving time in Oregon, separated from his sister, and now newly orphaned. Once he's out, he's bitter and alone and adrift, so he floats from place to place, taking odd jobs and working his way east.

There's something... magnetic about Haven. When Gabe arrives at 18, he stumbles into it more than anything. He was just passing through Colorado and he happened upon Haven like it jumped right out of a fairytale. He’s so struck by how it seems frozen in time, untouched by all the ugliness of what his life has been over the last few years.

Soon after, he meets Jed and Ryan, who's fresh out of high school and dead set on becoming a park ranger. Gabe wants to hate Ryan for how charmed his life has been, living in a place called Haven Springs with a dad like Jed. But they're just so damn nice, and within a year they feel like family. Ryan is three months older than Gabe, but being outdoors either brings out this sage wisdom or childlike glee in him. Mostly, he’s excited because Gabe happily becomes his new hiking partner.

Slowly, Haven Springs heals Gabe. But before he heals, he has to hurt first. When Ryan invites him over for dinner one night, it takes sitting around a table in a warm dining room, laughing about nothing in particular with Jed and Ryan, for Gabe to realize what he misses. He misses his own family dinners— God, he misses his parents so fucking much. He misses Alex even more, who always sat to his right with smooth plaited braids and drank out of the same pink plastic cup. He starts talking openly about his family again, but most of all about Alex: “Alex would blast this band all the time.” “Oh man, Alex hates celery. Maybe your recipe would change her mind.” “These flowers are so pretty. Would Alex like wrapping bouquets?"

He tries and tries again to make his favorite childhood dishes. He makes his own soup broth and clumsily folds dumplings with Ryan and quietly grieves that his dishes don’t quite taste like how he remembers. Somehow, Ryan gets it— because his life wasn't as charmed as Gabe thought. Ryan actually listens to Gabe, remains quiet at all the right moments and offers just a few comforting words that are enough to soothe Gabe’s heart. He tries to repeat them to Alex, but he can never word it quite right. “It made more sense when Ryan said it,” Gabe always says to her during their phone calls. “I wish you could meet him. You'd like him."

And then he blurts out, "As soon as I'm able, I'm bringing you to Haven." She's 16 now and has been through far too many adoptive families at this point, and he puzzles over her evasive answers about "emotional outbursts," but knows not to press it.

So some time goes by. Gabe is 21 and stoked to bartend solo for the first time when Ryan slides up to him and shows a him a flyer. "A two-piece punk bank," Ryan says. Later that night, the lead singer is all over the stage, completely lost in the song. The drummer is keeping the beat, but she hardly smiles. Gabe is almost startled watching her— a little lost, a little sad. Yet she still plays her heart out, refusing to not give anything less than 100% for the music. She is just like his sister. Instantly, he thinks, “She and Alex would be a perfect match."

The drummer slogs to the bar after the show and immediately demands a pint. Gabe secretly dilutes it with water, and one hour turns to three as she, Gabe, and Ryan get deep into conversation. Eventually she sighs, “Everything about my life seems so great. I get to see a new town every night; play all these shows… but this isn’t where I expected my life to be."

Gabe nods thoughtfully, remembering himself at 18. And suddenly he’s telling her everything— getting arrested, finding out his parents were dead and his sister had been shipped off to a group home over the phone while in juvie, the months spent adrift before he found this place. He doesn’t know why he’s spilling his life to a girl he just met, but she seems open and friendly and maybe he wants her to consider sticking around in Haven too. Three hours stretches into six as they talk and drink and laugh and reminisce like old friends. The first rays of sunlight are shining in the bar when Steph blurts out, “So hey, I was wondering… do you need a hand at that record store?”

Over time, Gabe watches Haven Springs heal Steph: her residual anger slowly fades and she wonders why she ever played punk songs. Sometimes Gabe sees her coding or sketching potential character designs. Other times, they bum around the bar and play video games in the backroom, surrounded by greasy pizza boxes like they're the teenagers that Gabe never got to be. Their hikes are a little noisier now because Steph wants to feed the squirrels or some other stupid shit, but Ryan puts up with it. After all, he has a sense of humor too.

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if anyone in this time of deep concern of his health is interested about what a worthless piece of shit Prince Philip is, here is a very brief list of 90 racist, sexist, and incredibly ignorant things the man has said in the last century:

1. "Ghastly." Prince Philip's opinion of Beijing, during a 1986 tour of China.

2. "Ghastly." Prince Philip's opinion of Stoke-on-Trent, as offered to the city's Labour MP Joan Walley at Buckingham Palace in 1997.

3. "Deaf? If you're near there, no wonder you are deaf." Said to a group of deaf children standing near a Caribbean steel drum band in 2000.

4. "If you stay here much longer, you will go home with slitty eyes." To 21-year-old British student Simon Kerby during a visit to China in 1986.

5. "You managed not to get eaten then?" To a British student who had trekked in Papua New Guinea, during an official visit in 1998.

6. "You can't have been here that long – you haven't got a pot belly." To a British tourist during a tour of Budapest in Hungary. 1993.

7. "How do you keep the natives off the booze long enough to pass the test?" Asked of a Scottish driving instructor in 1995.

8. "Damn fool question!" To BBC journalist Caroline Wyatt at a banquet at the Elysée Palace after she asked Queen Elizabeth if she was enjoying her stay in Paris in 2006.

9. "It looks as though it was put in by an Indian." The Prince's verdict of a fuse box during a tour of a Scottish factory in August 1999. He later clarified his comment: "I meant to say cowboys. "I just got my cowboys and Indians mixed up."

10. "People usually say that after a fire it is water damage that is the worst. We are still drying out Windsor Castle." To survivors of the Lockerbie bombings in 1993.

11. "We don't come here for our health. We can think of other ways of enjoying ourselves." During a trip to Canada in 1976.

12. "A few years ago, everybody was saying we must have more leisure, everyone's working too much. Now that everybody's got more leisure time they are complaining they are unemployed. People don't seem to make up their minds what they want." A man of the people shares insight into the recession that gripped Britain in 1981.

13. "British women can't cook." Winning the hearts of the Scottish Women's Institute in 1961.

14. "It was part of the fortunes of war. We didn't have counsellors rushing around every time somebody let off a gun, asking 'Are you all right - are you sure you don't have a ghastly problem?' You just got on with it!" On the issue of stress counselling for servicemen in a TV documentary marking the 50th Anniversary of V-J Day in 1995.

15. "What do you gargle with – pebbles?" To Tom Jones, after the Royal Variety Performance, 1969. He added the following day: "It is very difficult at all to see how it is possible to become immensely valuable by singing what I think are the most hideous songs."

16. "It's a vast waste of space." Philip entertained guests in 2000 at the reception of a new £18m British Embassy in Berlin, which the Queen had just opened.

17. "There's a lot of your family in tonight." After glancing at business chief Atul Patel's name badge during a 2009 Buckingham Palace reception for 400 influential British Indians to meet the Royal couple.

18. "If it has four legs and it is not a chair, if it has got two wings and it flies but is not an aeroplane and if it swims and it is not a submarine, the Cantonese will eat it." Said to a World Wildlife Fund meeting in 1986.

19. "You ARE a woman, aren't you?" To a woman in Kenya in 1984, after accepting a gift.

20. "Do you know they have eating dogs for the anorexic now?" To a wheelchair-bound Susan Edwards, and her guide dog Natalie in 2002.

21. "Get me a beer. I don't care what kind it is, just get me a beer!" On being offered the finest Italian wines by PM Giuliano Amato at a dinner in Rome in 2000.

22. "I would like to go to Russia very much – although the bastards murdered half my family." In 1967, asked if he would like to visit the Soviet Union.

23. "If a cricketer, for instance, suddenly decided to go into a school and batter a lot of people to death with a cricket bat, which he could do very easily, I mean, are you going to ban cricket bats?" In a Radio 4 interview shortly after the Dunblane shootings in 1996. He said to the interviewer off-air afterwards: "That will really set the cat among the pigeons, won't it?"

24. "Oh, it's you that owns that ghastly car is it? We often see it when driving to Windsor Castle." To neighbour Elton John after hearing he had sold his Watford FC-themed Aston Martin in 2001.

25. "The problem with London is the tourists. They cause the congestion. If we could just stop the tourism, we could stop the congestion." At the opening of City Hall in 2002.

26. "A pissometer?" The Prince sees the renames the piezometer water gauge demonstrated by Australian farmer Steve Filelti in 2000.

27. "Don't feed your rabbits pawpaw fruit – it acts as a contraceptive. Then again, it might not work on rabbits." Giving advice to a Caribbean rabbit breeder in Anguilla in 1994.

28. "You must be out of your minds." To Solomon Islanders, on being told that their population growth was 5 per cent a year, in 1982.

29. "Young people are the same as they always were. They are just as ignorant." At the 50th anniversary of the Duke of Edinburgh Awards scheme.

30. "Your country is one of the most notorious centres of trading in endangered species." Accepting a conservation award in Thailand in 1991.

31. "Aren't most of you descended from pirates?" In the Cayman Islands, 1994.

32. "You bloody silly fool!" To an elderly car park attendant who made the mistake of not recognising him at Cambridge University in 1997.

33. "Oh! You are the people ruining the rivers and the environment." To three young employees of a Scottish fish farm at Holyrood Palace in 1999.

34. "If you travel as much as we do you appreciate the improvements in aircraft design of less noise and more comfort – provided you don't travel in something called economy class, which sounds ghastly." To the Aircraft Research Association in 2002.

35. "The French don't know how to cook breakfast." After a breakfast of bacon, eggs, smoked salmon, kedgeree, croissants and pain au chocolat – from Gallic chef Regis Crépy – in 2002.

36. "And what exotic part of the world do you come from?" Asked in 1999 of Tory politician Lord Taylor of Warwick, whose parents are Jamaican. He replied: "Birmingham."

37. "Oh no, I might catch some ghastly disease." On a visit to Australia in 1992, when asked if he wanted to stroke a koala bear.

38. "It doesn't look like much work goes on at this University." Overheard at Bristol University's engineering facility. It had been closed so that he and the Queen could officially open it in 2005.

39. "I wish he'd turn the microphone off!" The Prince expresses his opinion of Elton John's performance at the 73rd Royal Variety Show, 2001.

40. "Do you still throw spears at each other?" Prince Philip shocks Aboriginal leader William Brin at the Aboriginal Cultural Park in Queensland, 2002.

41. "Where's the Southern Comfort?" On being presented with a hamper of southern goods by the American ambassador in London in 1999.

42. "Were you here in the bad old days? ... That's why you can't read and write then!" To parents during a visit to Fir Vale Comprehensive School in Sheffield, which had suffered poor academic reputation.

43. "Ah you're the one who wrote the letter. So you can write then? Ha, ha! Well done." Meeting 14-year old George Barlow, whose invited to the Queen to visit Romford, Essex, in 2003.

44. "So who's on drugs here?... HE looks as if he's on drugs." To a 14-year-old member of a Bangladeshi youth club in 2002.

45. "You could do with losing a little bit of weight." To hopeful astronaut, 13-year-old Andrew Adams.

46. "You have mosquitoes. I have the Press." To the matron of a hospital in the Caribbean in 1966.

47. "The man who invented the red carpet needed his head examined." While hosts made effort to greet a state visit to Brazil, 1968.

48. "During the Blitz a lot of shops had their windows blown in and sometimes they put up notices saying, 'More open than usual.' I now declare this place more open than usual." Unveiling a plaque at the University of Hertfordshire's new Hatfield campus in November 2003.

49 . Philip: "Who are you?"

Simon Kelner: "I'm the editor-in-chief of The Independent, Sir."

Philip: "What are you doing here?"

Kelner: "You invited me."

Philip: "Well, you didn't have to come!"

An exchange at a press reception to mark the Golden Jubilee in 2002.

50. "No, I would probably end up spitting it out over everybody." Prince Philip declines the offer of some fish from Rick Stein's seafood deli in 2000.

51. "Any bloody fool can lay a wreath at the thingamy." Discussing his role in an interview with Jeremy Paxman.

52. "Holidays are curious things, aren't they? You send children to school to get them out of your hair. Then they come back and make life difficult for parents. That is why holidays are set so they are just about the limit of your endurance." At the opening of a school in 2000.

53. "People think there's a rigid class system here, but dukes have even been known to marry chorus girls. Some have even married Americans." In 2000.

54. "Can you tell the difference between them?" On being told by President Obama that he'd had breakfast with the leaders of the UK, China and Russia.

55. "I don't know how they are going to integrate in places like Glasgow and Sheffield." After meeting students from Brunei coming to Britain to study in 1998.

56. "Do people trip over you?" Meeting a wheelchair-bound nursing-home resident in 2002.

57. "That's a nice tie... Do you have any knickers in that material?" Discussing the tartan designed for the Papal visit with then-Scottish Tory leader Annabel Goldie last year.

58. "I have never been noticeably reticent about talking on subjects about which I know nothing." Addressing a group of industrialists in 1961.

59. "It's not a very big one, but at least it's dead and it took an awful lot of killing!" Speaking about a crocodile he shot in Gambia in 1957.

60. "Well, you didn't design your beard too well, did you? You really must try better with your beard." To a young fashion designer at a Buckingham Palace in 2009.

61. "So you're responsible for the kind of crap Channel Four produces!" Speaking to then chairman of the channel, Michael Bishop, in 1962.

62. "Dontopedalogy is the science of opening your mouth and putting your foot in it, a science which I have practiced for a good many years." Address to the General Dental Council, quoted in Time in 1960.

63. "Tolerance is the one essential ingredient ... You can take it from me that the Queen has the quality of tolerance in abundance." Advice for a successful marriage in 1997.

64. "I never see any home cooking – all I get is fancy stuff." Commiserating about the standard of Buckingham Palace cuisine in 1962.

65. "I suppose I would get in a lot of trouble if I were to melt them down." On being shown Nottingham Forest FC's trophy collection in 1999.

66. "It makes you all look like Dracula's daughters!" To pupils at Queen Anne's School in Reading, who wear blood-red uniforms, in 1998.

67. "I don't think a prostitute is more moral than a wife, but they are doing the same thing." Dismissing claims that those who sell slaughtered meat have greater moral authority than those who participate in blood sports, in 1988.

68. "Ah, so this is feminist corner then." Joining a group of female Labour MPs, who were wearing name badges reading "Ms", at a Buckingham Palace drinks party in 2000.

69. "Cats kill far more birds than men. Why don't you have a slogan: 'Kill a cat and save a bird?'" On being told of a project to protect turtle doves in Anguilla in 1965.

70. "All money nowadays seems to be produced with a natural homing instinct for the Treasury." Bemoaning the rate of British tax in 1963.

71. "It is my invariable custom to say something flattering to begin with so that I shall be excused if by any chance I put my foot in it later on." Full marks for honesty, from a speech in 1956.

72. "Why don't you go and live in a hostel to save cash?" Asked of a penniless student.

73. "In education, if in nothing else, the Scotsman knows what is best for him. Indeed, only a Scotsman can really survive a Scottish education." Said when he was made Chancellor of Edinburgh University in November 1953.

74. "If it doesn't fart or eat hay, she isn't interested." Of his daughter, Princess Anne.

75. "They're not mating are they?" Spotting two robots bumping in to one another at the Science Museum in 2000.

76. "I must be in the only person in Britain glad to see the back of that plane." Philip did not approve of the noise Concorde made while flying over the Buckingham Palace.

77. "The only active sport, which I follow, is polo – and most of the work's done by the pony!" 1965

78. "It looks like a tart's bedroom." On seeing plans for the Duke and then Duchess of York's house at Sunninghill Park.

79. "Reichskanzler." Prince Philip used Hitler's title to address German chancellor Helmut Kohl during a speech in Hanover in 1997.

80. "We go into the red next year... I shall probably have to give up polo." Comment on US television in 1969 about the Royal Family's finances.

81. "Bugger the table plan, give me my dinner!" Showing his impatience to be fed at a dinner party in 2004.

82. "I thought it was against the law these days for a woman to solicit." Said to a woman solicitor.

83. "You're just a silly little Whitehall twit: you don't trust me and I don't trust you." Said to Sir Rennie Maudslay, Keeper of the Privy Purse, in the 1970s.

84. "What about Tom Jones? He's made a million and he's a bloody awful singer." Response to a comment at a small-business lunch about how difficult it is in Britain to get rich.

85. "This could only happen in a technical college." On getting stuck in a lift between two floors at the Heriot Watt University, 1958.

86. "I'd much rather have stayed in the Navy, frankly." When asked what he felt about his life in 1992.

87. "It looks like the kind of thing my daughter would bring back from her school art lessons" On being shown "primitive" Ethiopian art in 1965.

88. "You're not wearing mink knickers, are you?" Philip charms fashion writer Serena French at a World Wildlife Fund gathering in 1993.

89. "My son...er...owns them." On being asked on a Canadian tour whether he knew the Scilly Isles.

90. "Well, that's more than you know about anything else then." Speaking, a touch condescendingly, to Michael Buerk, after being told by the BBC newsreader that he did know about the Duke of Edinburgh's Gold Awards in 2004.

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