#if there's been one person to make me cry during these campaigns it's him

[liamobrienlove]

Liam crying/being emotional over the campaigns. ( requested by @samuraiko )

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[phoward89]

This is based on this ask.

Coryo is a hands on dad in this. (Thank God, since he was a real piece of shit in the last daddy!Coriolanus one shot)

Everyone says that pregnancy is a beautiful experience. Women are supposed to look radiant and glowing as they're round with the new life they're growing inside of them.

What nobody tells you is that your feet and ankles swell, your back aches, you pee more than a race horse, you balloon into the size of a beluga whale, and your mood swings are all over the place because of the pregnancy hormones. Oh, and you crave the weirdest things.

Nope, people don't tell you that. You had to learn that the hard way. At least you had your husband by your side during everything.

Coriolanus is a very busy man, being the youngest President of Panem, but he always made time in his busy schedule for you. To check in on you and make sure you were okay. After all, it's his fault you're in the condition you're in.

Okay…

Well…

You both agreed to try for a baby during the honeymoon, so it technically wasn't his fault you're big and miserable right now.

Honestly, Coriolanus had baby fever and replaced your birth control pills with sugar pills a month or so before the wedding, so you were bound to get pregnant right away.

Anyways, you're currently so big that you can't do anything by yourself. Hell, you can barely even walk anymore. You're practically waddling like a duck.

And you're so emotional. You've been crying at the drop of a hat lately. Anything, literally anything, can put you into a crying drag. It was emotionally exhausting.

Your husband, the president, was surprisingly supportive of you. He doted on you. Even when you were complaining about being uncomfortable or crying your eyes out for the umpteenth time, Coryo was right by your side trying to comfort you.

Despite his cold, calculated, stoic nature that everyone saw, he was soft and loving towards you. But only you.

Because he loves you more than anything in this world.

Despite vowing to never let himself fall in love again, when you became his personal secretary when he was Senator Snow he fell for you.

It was hard not to. Your beauty paired with your personality was hard for him to resist.

So, he broke a promise to himself that he made at 18 or 19 years old. But, when it comes to love it just happens. Vowing to never fall in love's a foolish notion because one can't control who they fall in love with.

It just happens.

But, unfortunately, when he fell in love with you it wasn't when you were available. You had a long time boyfriend. And since Coriolanus wanted you to be his, he got rid of your boyfriend.

Permanently.

With poison.

And then a few months after your boyfriend was out of the picture, Coriolanus wooed you. He asked you out with pretty words and a single white rose. Of course you accepted.

Then, when he was campaigning to become Panem's youngest president, he proposed. And after he won the election, becoming President Snow, he married you; made you his First Lady Snow.

And now you're about to become a mother, another thing he had a hand in the making of.

The only problem was that your due date’s come and gone.

And you feel absolutely miserable.

“Darling, I just got off the phone with Dr. Wellock about your situation of being overdue.” Your husband, Coryo, announced as he walked into the sunroom room you were lounging in.

“What did he say?” You asked as the platinum blonde made his way over to your side.

“He says that an induction isn't done until the expecting mother is anywhere between 10-12 days overdue.” He said, taking a seat next to you on the sofa.

“So that means I have at least 5 more days of feeling miserable?” You asked, feeling tears begin to well up.

“Unfortunately, yes, my darling rose.” Coryo told you while wrapping an arm around you. Pulling you into his chest, he said, “The doctor gave me a list of things that can help to induce you naturally.” Rubbing your lower back, knowing that it was bothering you lately, you husband told you, “I'm having the kitchen staff cook the foods that'll help naturally induce you, Y/N.”

Coryo was a godsend. He was looking after you when he should be busy running the country. He didn't have an easy job.

He was the President of Panem.

And here he was catering to you. Offering you comfort and gentle reassurances during your difficult time of being overdue and feeling uncomfortable.

Suddenly, you felt overwhelmed. Felt like a burdened. And, before you could even control yourself, you started to cry into your husband's chest.

“What's wrong, little dove?” Coriolanus asked, threading his long fingers thru your hair, trying to soothe you.

“I feel bad that you're here with me instead of running the country. You’re the president, you should be working, not by my side giving me backrubs and helping me get from point A to point B all the time.”

“Y/N, darling, I might be the president, but I'm also your husband. As your husband, I put you and our unborn child before anything, including work. The wellbeing of my family will always come first, Panem second.”

“How did I get so lucky to have you?” You asked between sobs.

Because he whacked your Academy Sweetheart.

But, Coriolanus couldn't tell you that. No, that's a secret he'll take with him to the grave. Along with all the other various murders he's committed and will keep on committing in order to be all powerful and filthy rich.

No, instead the president just presses a kiss to your head and tells you, “Dumb luck, I suppose.” Rubbing circles into your lower back, causing soft moans to fall from your lips, Coriolanus smiled, “But I consider myself the lucky one for being your husband. There's no other woman in all of Panem that I could ever see myself loving as deeply as I love you.”

Sniffing and wiping at your eyes, you say, “Don't tell me sweet stuff like that or I'll never stop crying.”

Unfortunately, labor inducing foods didn't work. So, Coryo told you that the doctor told him that sex, nipple stimulation, and orgasms could help induce labor. You laughed at him, saying that had to be a lie since, despite your huge size, you were still very sexually active with him. Coriolanus just shrugged, claiming that's what the doctor told him.

You don't know if it was from sex or just your time to go into labor, but in the middle of the night (after having late night sex with your husband) you woke up with labor pains and a soaked nightgown. When you woke up Coriolanus, telling him that it was (finally) time and that you were in labor, he quickly grabbed your baby bag and rushed you to the hospital.

The man, being a very devoted husband and father to be, drove you himself. You feared that Coryo would drag you to the hospital in his pajamas, but much to your relief he did toss on some clothes before taking you.

Once at the hospital, since you're the First Lady of Panem, you were put on VIP status and given a private room with a window view of the Rockies. You didn't really care since you were in the worst pain of your entire life, but it was a nice gesture. Coriolanus sure did enjoy the special treatment you were getting. Remarking how only the best for his love would do.

The president never left your side during your labor. He wiped your sweaty forehead with a cool cloth, buzzed the nurses for ice chips and pain meds for you, and he let you squeeze his hand to the point he thought his bones would break whenever you had a particularly painful contraction.

The hospital staff just melted at the sight of President Coriolanus Snow doting on his First Lady Y/N Snow. The nurses were swooning everytime they heard Coryo tell you, “You’re doing so well, darling.”, “I know it hurts, little dove, but soon we'll have our baby and it'll be well worth it.”, “Squeeze my hand as hard as you need to, my darling rose. I served as a peacekeeper once, I can handle you breaking my hand while in labor pains.”

You were sitting up, pushing hard every 5 seconds, around 3 times per contraction. Coryo was right by your side, holding your hand and telling you, “You're doing wonderful, darling. Just a few more pushes and we'll be parents.”

The nurse in the room fought back the urge to swoon at the president’s words while the doctor just assured you that Coriolanus was right, that he could see the baby's head and after another push the baby would be born.

So, gathering all of the strength you could muster after pushing for what felt like hours, you did one last, hard push.

Your baby came out with a healthy set of lungs. Crying before even needing a spank to the butt.

Dr. Wellock held the baby up in the air, only to announce, “It's a girl!”

A girl. You and Coryo had a baby girl.

Tears of love welled up in your eyes as Coriolanus’ baby blues shines with pride as he whispered, “A baby girl.”, before pressing a soft kiss to your chapped lips.

“Mister President, Sir, would you like to cut the cord?” Dr. Wellock asked your husband as a nurse helped you deliver the placenta.

“Yes, I would like to.” Coriolanus replied before standing up and going over to the doctor. Silently, the doctor passed him the scissors and he cut the cord. After cutting the cord, your husband returned to your side while the doctor passed the baby over to the nurse to be cleaned and wrapped in a blanket.

“She's beautiful, darling.” Coriolanus told you as the doctor quickly cleaned you up.

“Does she have your platinum blonde hair?” You asked, a curious smile splitting your face wide open.

“Yes.” The president nodded. “She has both my light blonde hair and blue eyes.”

“You're going to be beating all the boys off with a stick in about, eh, 13 or so years.” You knowingly giggled right as the nurse appeared with your bundle of joy wrapped in a soft pink blanket and matching hat.

Handing you your daughter, the nurse asked, “What's her name?”

“Cersei.” You and Coryo answered at the same time, looking at your daughter with nothing but love.

Honestly, you were a bit nervous about how Coryo would be as a father since, after all, he had a lot on his plate as the president of the country. But it turns out that you didn't have anything to worry about. Coriolanus was a great father. He was very hands-on despite his strenuous and busy job being President of Panem.

The president always made time for his daughter and, of course, for you.

And when you went out in public, he was always by your side when wheeling your baby in the stroller. So many paparazzis would hide and flash pictures of President Snow with your daughter because it was the only way to get a picture of them together. Coryo never used Cersei for photo ops or publicity stunts. In fact he rarely talked about her at all interviews other then the general and polite answers of, “Oh, she's doing well.”, “Cersei's a happy girl.”, and “She’s hitting all of her milestones.”

Honestly, Coryo didn't like to talk too much about his daughter because he didn't want her in the limelight. He chose to become the president and you chose to become his first lady. You both knew the fame that came with it. But Cersei was born into it and your husband, President Coriolanus Snow, wanted her to have as normal of a childhood as possible.

And then, when your daughter was 3, you got pregnant again. Well, you and Coriolanus weren't trying, but weren't preventing either.

You were too far along yet, just nearing your 4th month. You knew that soon you'd be blowing into the size of a balloon tho.

But you weren't thinking about that right now.

Right now, you were just smiling at the sight of your daughter curled up on your husband's lap as he read her a book during one of his breaks from his office in the presidential wing of the mansion.

“Daddy?” Your daughter, whose platinum blonde hair was in little piggy tales, asked- causing your husband to pause in his reading.

It was cute how Coriolanus melted the first time he was called Dada and decided to let his daughter call him Daddy as she grew despite telling you over and over again during your pregnancy with her that he was going to be called father or nothing at all.

She's like Cersei has your husband wrapped around her finger.

“Yes, princess?” Coryo asked your daughter, looking at her with a genuine smile.

“Mama’s here.” She excitedly told your husband with a big smile on her face.

Coryo looked up, only to tell your daughter, “Oh, so she is.” Waving you into the room, your husband said, “Come in and sit down, darling. You don't need to stand in the doorway.”

“Oh, don't mind me, I was just walking down the hall and thought that I'd just check in on my favorite people while on my way to get a snack.” You told your husband, shrugging off his offer of you joining him and your daughter in the sun room.

“Mama, I want a snack!” Cersei exclaimed.

Coryo chuckled, only to close the book he was reading and place it onto the side table by his sitting chair. Standing up, with your daughter slung on his hip, the president announced, “Looks like a family snack time’s in order before I get back to work being the President Panem.”

When Cersei was almost 4, you had your son, Cassian Xandros. Then when she was 5 you had another son, Caspian Xenos and when she was 7 you had your last child. Another son, who was named Caelestis Xanthias.

Even tho Coriolanus had not 1 but 3 boys to carry on the mighty and magnificent Snow name, it was your daughter, Cersei, that was his favorite child.

Coriolanus was a good father to all 4 of your children, but it was your daughter that had him wrapped around his finger. She was daddy's little princess. She could do no wrong in his eyes.

But your boys…oh boy…Your son's had to be perfect unless they wanted to hear Coriolanus lecture them. He expected straight A’s and top marks in school from his 3 boys. Expected them to be involved in school politics, chess club, and the debate team. And when it came time for them to be mentors in the Hunger Games for a district that didn't have a Victor to act as a mentor, well you better believe that they had to be perfect at that too.

But not Cersei. Oh no… Coryo let Cersei get away with shit that he'd never let Cassian Xandros, Caspian Xenos, and Caelestis Xanthias get away with.

Cersei didn't want to be a mentor, so guess what? Her daddy, President Snow, let her stay home sick during the games so her mentor spot had to be given to somebody else. If she wanted to quit ballet lessons after just one lesson, saying it wasn't fun, then she could. She could get away with anything she wanted to, because your husband let her.

Coriolanus spoiled his daughter rotten.

And one day, as a young woman, when Cersei went running to her daddy saying that she was in trouble (knocked up) and that the Peacekeeper that got her in that condition didn't want the responsibility of a family, you know what Coriolanus did? He just told your daughter that he'd take care of everything.

And boy did he ever…

He had tea with that peacekeeper, where only one of them walked away from the garden tea table alive, and scattered the man's family all over the districts. Making sure that his younger siblings, nieces, nephews, cousins, etc were reaped when eligible.

Coriolanus also assured your daughter that you and him would help her raise her baby. That she'd have your support and wouldn't be alone.

So, when Cersei gave birth to her daughter, Celeste Snow, as a single mother you and Coryo were by her side. Assuring her that everything was fine, that she was going to be a great mother.

You had a sense of deja vu whenever the nurses all gossiped and giggled about how President Snow was such a good father and grandfather to be for staying by his daughter's side and supporting her despite her being an unwed mother.

Coriolanus was a great father to all of your children, but his favorite was your daughter Cersei. So, naturally, his favorite grandchild was her only daughter Celeste. He dotes on your granddaughter Celeste. She was the apple of his eye, even when the boys started getting married and having children of their own.

Coriolanus loved all his grandchildren, but Celeste was his favorite.

You on the other hand didn't have favorites. You loved all of your children and grandchildren equally.

But Coryo wasn't like you. No, your husband was the type to love obsessively, so he had to pick favorites.

So, it didn't surprise you when one day, before the games started, you walked into the sunroom to see your granddaughter and your husband having brunch. It reminded you of how he used to read to her mother all those years ago.

He might be older now with pure white hair, a distinguished white beard framing his face, and a bit more weight on his bones, but he was the same man in spirit he was all those years ago when he used to cut time out of his day just for your daughter. Now he just does it for his granddaughter.

“Grandpa, Grandma just walked in.” Celeste announced, peeling little shell pieces off of her soft boiled egg.

“I see that, darling.” Coryo told your granddaughter. Looking at you, he gestured to the empty seat next to him at the table and suggested, “Why don't you join me, my darling rose.”

“Well, I wasn't planning to, but if you insist.” You smiled, walking further into the room.

Your eyes saw the way Celeste had her hair done in a braid, that looked like the one that Victor from 12 Katniss Everdeen wore and you secretly hoped that your husband wouldn't yell at her for it. You knew how much he couldn't stand the Everdeen girl and feared that he'd be upset with Celeste for wearing her hair like the victor's.

As you sat down, you heard your husband say, “Your hair looks lovely darling, when did you start wearing it like that?”

“Everybody at school wears it like this now, grandpa.” Celeste said with a little devious smile on her face.

And the backlash never came. He just nodded his head and went on to eat his egg.

And that's when you knew that Celeste had the same power over him that Cersei did. That you had as well.

Coriolanus Snow might be a cold, evil, dictator of a president, but to his granddaughter, daughter, and wife he's just a man that loves them unconditionally to the point where it might be considered a weakness if anyone knew.

And perhaps that's why he never speaks much about his girls in interviews. He'll speak about his boys, but not his girls.

Because if anything ever happened to his girls, well…the president wouldn't know what to do with him.

That's how much he loves his darling girls.

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[mccoyquialisms]

Incredible things from the london D20 live show in no particular order (straight from memory so may not be totally accurate or have much context at all):

First of all the line up was incredible. Kugrash, Pete, Sundry Sydney, Skip, Fabian and Adaine. What a terrible combination of personalities, it was so funny

Btw everyone looked so good. They looked really good, those fits <3. Murph striped button up/polo? shirt and Lou grandpa sweater you will always be famous

When Siobhan rolled Adaine everyone was so excited. Lou (who had already rolled for Fabian) hugged her, picked her up and spun her around on stage ❤️

Everyone was so excited to have a buddy ❤️

The setting was rolled as a crown of candy, after Brennan literally said “wow we happened to have a few people from the same place, wouldn’t it be hilarious if we got a crown of candy or neverafter or something?”

Everyone arrives and are doing introductions and the first thing Fabian says is “[tearfully] Adaine is that a giant rat?” Cue the whole atrium losing it.

Sydney then proceeds to minor illusion Kugrash as “sexy.” After some deliberation and when prompted by Brennan, Murph decided this means he looks exactly the same except for giant veneers

Beardsley: Can I distract the guard?

Brennan [flabbergasted, as the rest of the party was doing INSANE shit around this]: Sure, the DC is 500.

Beardsley: If I crit will you let it happen

Brennan [indulgently]: sure

Beardsley: [rolls a nat 20]

Brennan: [despair], cast: [running around in circles on stage and jumping], fans: [losing it]

And that’s how they accidentally start a revolt in Candia within minutes of arrival by Pete the Chosen Outsider with the peppermint tooth and prophesied king of candia. But it’s cool because in the next few minutes Kugrash teaches them about democracy.

So many little references to past campaigns and character one liners. Way too many for me to list but the cast was clearly enjoying dropping them

Sundry Sydney hitting King Calroy with 3 grenades ON SIGHT

A Hasted Kugrash doing an opposed athletics against Calroy and Brennan rolls a Nat 1. The dice wanted that motherfucker DEAD.

Kugrash to Calroy: “I eat from the trash, and I’ve never seen a cake as shitty as you!’ And then proceeds to 300-style kick him off the castle wall (as acted out by human man Murph)

Sooo much PVP though really most of that was between Pete and Fabian as they fought over the crown of candia

Sundry Sydney successfully seduced and awakens personhood in Adaine’s identify spell. His name is ANUS now. (Another use…)

Skip is quangled out and replaced by Lapin (played by Zac) and tries to keep the party on track. He fails many times. He takes up smoking from the stress. Adaine does as well.

At some point Pete’s wild magic turns his hands into rock candy, which he uses to deal 2d20 damage to Fabian during a fight

Emily as Sydney, whenever crazy shit happens: this is canon! [raises cannon arm]

All of them (except Pete) have some bad baby milk and do kublacaine. Cue a small detour for more pvp between Pete and Fabian

Arthur Aguefort is released from captivity in a castle full of/made from eggs. He and Lapin may or may not know each other biblically. They met on an app for old magical men, don’t worry about it.

Bill Seacaster is the pirate prince of the dairy lands and has the quangle. They get into his castle with Operation Fancy Perfume Part 2 except Emily rolled a nat 1 for her assist, so first poisonous perfume takes out most of the party and everyone inside the castle. I think Emily may have been crying she was laughing so hard.

They sort of defeat Bill by giving him pleasure putty (which he USES behind a curtain in front of EVERYONE) and then has to go take a nap, so they sneak into the rest of the castle to find the quangle. I am never going to forgive Brennan for making it canon that he goes “yar har har YO HO HO” when he gets off. I WILL NEVER UNHEAR THIS.

Pete Conlan somehow gains the power of flight from Bambi LeRoux (Sydney brought her) singing the Reading Rainbow theme song. He does a flying ribbon dance out the window, where she stops singing and he falls and takes max fall damage. He’s still up, so Fabian jumps out the window with Feather Fall and shoots him with a laser gun until he actually dies lmao. He gets injured too somehow but I forgot how. They both get healed and everyone continues on like nothing happened.

Emily took her dice that rolled a Nat 1, kissed it, and threw it into audience with a cheeky expression. I’m in love with her I fear

The time quangle is an entire pool of lemon yogurt. At the bottom of the pool is a completely naked Gilear Faeth

Kugrash eats all the yogurt despite knowing it will kill him in order to end the quangle. His farewell speech has as a backdrop Gilear’s giant hog (played by Brennan’s arm, as he got out of his chair to stand behind Murph the ENTIRE time he was talking). Kugrash then ascends to the big bodega in the sky.

Sydney also seduces Annabelle Cheddar (EDIT: fuck it was like 12 AM forgive me) Primsy Coldbottle, who is explicitly 29 in this version of time. Both her and Anus join Sydney in returning to AnarchEra. I cannot emphasize enough how horny this live show was

Everyone gets sent back to their respective universes, except Arthur. He’s going to hang out in Candia for a bit to be Lapin’s “roommate.”

Fabian’s last line is that he has to call his banker because he has a new nemesis

Lapin: “That was the worst group of people I have ever met.”

God that was so funny, I really hope these live shows are getting recorded and will be released somewhere later. I need everyone to experience the epic highs and lows of this d20 session.

#dimension 20 live #dimension 20 #dropout #dimension 20 spoilers #d20 live #my musings

[kissitbttr]

eddie and mean!cheerleader have their first fight pt.2

read part 1

a/n: definitely no interactions between the two. just more of their perspectives and thoughts on what’s going on (but mostly from eddie)

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he’s losing his mind.

days without her just feels against the law but he knows he has no one to blame but himself.

for almost two weeks since they had that fight at the field, not even a phone call or a glance were exchanged. avoiding each other at school and out. he can’t sleep nor think knowing that he’s hurt the only girl he has ever cared for. even cried himself to sleep to the thought of losing her completely. it just doesn’t sit well with him.

she’s not doing so great either. he’d would spot her from across the room with sunglasses perched on the bridge of her nose—to cover her red eyes and dark circles—messy bun along with a hoodie and a skirt. the colors she chose just look so depressing and it’s like he’s looking at a different person. not to mention, a hoodie? definitely not something she’d wear.

steve and robin had also informed him about her attitude. how she rarely snaps at someone and putting lip gloss during classes. which worries him because it’s one of her favorite things to do! she hasn’t even tried to confront rebecca after all that shenanigans.

he assumes she had been crying and losing her happiness because of him. and the thought just breaks him even more.

“why don’t you try to talk to her or something?” gareth speaks up, realizing that his best friend’s gaze hasn’t completely left hers,

she’s standing by the locker reading something from one of her books next to her best friend. who seems to be talking a lot and y/n can’t seem to find the fucks she could give to listen.

eddie wants nothing more than to walk up from behind and surprise her by giving kisses down her neck until she giggles. telling him to stop though knowing deep down she doesn’t want him to..

“it’s not that simple, man” he scoffs, putting away his lunch box into the locker. “she hates me. she doesn’t want to talk to me anymore.”

“how do you know for sure? ever since the two of you had a fight, you never even tried to fix things. it’s not her fault if she shut you out. you hurt her, eddie.”

“gee, thanks for the reminder” he responds sarcastically with an eye roll. walking away from the locker with gareth trailing from behind, but not without shooting her one more glance.

he sighs to himself because how did he even manage to fuck up this bad?

“i know I shouldn’t have said all those things. fuck I didn’t know what i was thinking! i love her more than anything and it pains me to know that she’s hurt because of me.” he knock himself in the head, earning a concerned look from his best friend,

“okay now. don’t do that to yourself like that, eds.” gareth squeezes his shoulder blade. “it’s not the end of the world. just… try, okay? the boys missed having her during our campaigns. and I’m sure you missed her too.”

he does. he really, really does.

+

“jason’s throwing a party tonight. you coming?” one of the cheerleaders ask, punching her fork down on the depressing salad that looks like it’s not even edible,

y/n grimaces at the food before answering. “what makes you think i care about that?”

“well you know.. i just thought that you need a break or something.. for everything that has been going on.”

she hums, looking at her dead in the eye. “and what makes you think you know exactly what’s going on with my fucking life?”

the girl looks baffled, obviously taken aback by y/n’s tone. she should’ve know not to mess around with her,

“n-nothing! i mean i think-“

“don’t. nuh-uh. don’t think. don’t even try to sympathize with me.” y/n cuts her off, pointing her finger at the girl to shut her up.

the girl mutter a quick ‘sorry’ before going back to her business and chatting away with the other cheerleader. scooting a bit further to avoid her.

y/n feels like she’s going crazy if people kept doing that. it’s not like she’s dying or anything.

maybe on the inside, sure. because without eddie, her life feels so incomplete. call her corny but it’s true. her thoughts are consumed by him and she hates herself for it.

because he hurt her, bad. using her insecurity against her during a fight? a fucking low blow. she could take it if it was someone else who said it, but him? she never expected that to happen.

“babe, you do need that.” y/n’s friend maya pipes in, nudging her side. “maybe she’s right. you need to take your mind off of it for just one night. it doesn’t sound too bad”

y/n looks at her with her brows dipping in. “you’re taking pippi longstocking’s side?”

“bitch, I’m not taking anyone’s side! but i love you! and i hate to see you like this because, navy blue hoodie, really?” she looks down at her outfit. “it’s not you, babe.”

“ugh, can’t people stop commenting on that? i get it alright! but I can’t wear pink or purple if I’m not feeling it.”

“exactly!” maya exclaims, “you know how much i appreciate eddie but girl you have to stop sulking. sorry to say this but it’s quite pathetic to look at you. i cannot stand seeing you like this. come to the party with me, who knows you’ll start to feel like yourself again. even if it’s just for one night.”

“you said that” y/n replies with a cookie in her mouth. “shit this tastes so good! do you think they have it in peanut butter? might need it for protein.”

“y/n focus!” maya scolds, feeling slightly irritated at her best friend’s behavior. “please? you know booze and chips are your favorite”

she groans, throwing her head back. smacking the goey dessert down to her plate. “fine. you had me at chips. but there better be chamoy. or naan. otherwise clock me out.”

maya squeals, clapping her hands in excitement before giving her best friend a kiss on the cheek. to which she looks at her in disgust, wiping the kiss off. shooting her a ‘I’ll kill you if you do that again’ look

“you can count on me, sweetheart!”

y/n tries her best to give a convincing smile. and she wanted to not care so badly about eddie, but every now and then her eyes would wander around the halls and cafeteria. searching for that adorable and expressive boy with brown curls that made her fall in love.

she swears to herself that she wouldn’t let anyone treat her like shit anymore. even eddie advised that to her one night at the party where they first had conversation. so what changed?

was he getting sick of her? did brandon or kenneth came up to him and warn him about the crazy insecure bitch? or maybe he’s finally coming into his senses? that he needs someone who’s calm and collected. someone like chrissy cunningham or alexa berry from algebra.

it’s weird to be having this kind of feeling. she may appears to be tough and confident on the outside but most of the time, it’s solemnly for protection. no one wants to mess with you if you’re a bitch. and the best thing about that is no one will ever know if it’s real or fake.

see, she’s good at pretending and masking her insecurities. hence why she would never tell anyone her deepest secrets.

not being good enough.

and maybe that’s the truth. she’s not good enough for eddie. not good enough for brandon. because if she were then he wouldn’t have cheat on her, right?

good and healthy kind of love seem too far off for her now. maybe she will never be perfect for it.

+

tonight is supposed to be campaign night with the boys. dustin and the rest of the kids had prepared everything but eddie can’t seem to find the energy to do it, his heart isn’t in the right place at the moment. even if he did play, y/n is going to be on his mind during it. just like any other night.

obviously the boys prefer having their dungeon master there, and they thought about encouraging him to come despite everything that has been going on. however , one glare from eddie was all it takes to make them back away. it’s better to leave him alone.

and since they also would not appreciate the idea of postponing, eddie gave them a permission to do it without him.

he prefers to be alone right now. hiding at the comfort of his own bedroom, blasting on the mixtape y/n had given him while rolling up a joint. who would’ve thought that the jacksons 5 could make him cry like a baby?

“don’t you know… i sit around with my head hanging down and I wonder who’s lovin you…” he’s singing off key, choking on his own words when the last sentence hit,

he hopes no one is loving her like he does. as selfish as it sounds, he wants to be the only person who’s doing it. to treat her like she deserves to be treated, shower her with love and affections like no one has ever done.

but how the hell is he supposed to do that when she doesn’t even want to look at him anymore?

“well, you did it Munson. fucked up the only good thing that life has ever offered. hope you’re proud of yourself” he chuckles humorlessly, unscrewing the cap of his beer bottle before chugging it

his eyes snap towards the clock. it’s almost 1am and he curses to himself, realizing that he has been drowning himself in self pity for almost two hours, drinking and smoking alone.

maybe they’re right. all of those people who said that she’s too good for him were probably right on the money. why would he ever think that their relationship could last? she deserves to be seen with a golden boy. definitely not him.

someone like Jason Carver, Anthony Smith or Brandon.

fucking. Brandon.

as he about to crack open another beer under his bed, the sound of phone ringing from the living room suddenly startle him. he pays no mind to it and let the phone rings until it stops, because who in the right mind could be calling him at this hour? especially since it’s his house number.

no one has ever called his number in a million years. except the new divorcee that lives two trailers away.

“he really needs to stop giving numbers to women, man” eddie mutters, referring to his uncle.

few seconds after the phone dies down, it rings again. eddie screwed his eyes shut feeling slightly irritated that it had the nerve to interrupt his pity party. why can’t he just be left alone,

“alright, alright. jesus” he mutters, rising up to his feet before walking out of his room. taking long strides towards where the phone is, hand clasping around it to answer,

“Munson’s residence, how can i help you?” he holds the phone by the ear. slurring a bit over his words and burping after.

“eddie?”

his eyes widen and body stills when he recognizes who the voice belongs to. finding himself sobering up real quick as the alcohol in his systems slowly washing away.

“y/n-y/n? hi… what’s wrong, is everything okay?” his protective instincts immediately appears, detecting the tone in her voice, he assumes she’s in trouble.

he could hear the loud music over the phone. she’s probably at a party. and he doesn’t miss the sound of his girl screaming at someone to leave her alone if he doesn’t want his balls to get chopped. it almost makes him laugh, but he figures it’s not the time.

“i know I’m supposed to hate you right now but can you come pick me up please? I’m at Jason’s party and fuck, these people are scaring me. i-i think they’re doing…what my dad was doing” she trembles, frowning at the sight of kids swallowing pills and inhaling white powder.

eddie tenses. knowing exactly what she’s talking about. he nods quickly although she can’t see him, heart breaking and the worry grows after hearing how frightened she is. especially when he’s not there to protect her.

“okay, baby. just sit tight and touch nothing, all right? I’ll be there in 10 or less. i love you” he mentally slaps himself for letting the last sentence blurt out. hanging up before he gets to hear her response. embarrassment is the last thing he needs right now,

he sprints outside with keys in his hand, not bothering to write a note for his uncle since he’ll be working late. well it’s not like he’d read them anyway.

she is undoubtedly one tough woman. toughest one he has ever met. batshit crazy and unfiltered. but to be in a room where people do drugs and watch them get high off those things just bring so many bad memories revolving around her dad.

he could imagine her face right now and the anxiety seeping in being around those people. even he hates it. his brain is now filled with images of his girl being vulnerable, possibly hiding herself out from the party. that drives him to keep punching the gas, not wanting to hit the brakes. and he’s probably going over the speed limit. he doesn’t care though

eddie has never been a wreck less driver. never was and never will be, but y/n is the only thing important to him right now.

-

breaking this down to three parts so we can focus more on y/n and eddie trying to fix things up on the next one:)

pt 3

tagging: @littlemiss-yeehaw @lacrymosa-24 @godsfavoritegirlll

#eddie munson angst #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x mean!cheerleader #eddie things #eddie munson blurbs

[weasleytwinwheezes]

Why’d You Only Call Me When You’re High?

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader 

Warnings: Mentions of drug use, cussing, angst, mutual pining

Summary: based off the song Why’d You Only Call Me When You’re High by the Arctic Monkeys. Y/N has a long-standing crush on Eddie but feels like his feelings are only reciprocated when he’s stoned

A/N: first fic in a long time! im obsessed with eddie so i knew i had to write something with him! let me know how you like it :)

Eddie Munson loved weed. 

That wasn’t news to anyone. Especially you. The two of you would regularly celebrate after the weekly Hellfire meeting with a joint and a horror movie. As much as Eddie was the ‘town freak’ he was even more widely known as the ‘town stoner’. That also wasn’t news to you, after becoming friends the summer before your senior year-Eddie quickly introduced you to the joys of marijuana.

But lately, you have started to despise the beloved leaf. 

It started off small. The two of you would get high and cuddle up during a scary movie. Then it progressed into eating edibles and slow dancing in the kitchen while making them. He would always look at you so lovingly and call you ‘sweetheart’. Everything he spoke to you so softly that it made your heart lurch in your chest. Eventually it led to him rubbing your back and shoulders while you tried to study. Naturally you assumed his sweet affections would blend into your life outside of his cozy trailer, but it never did. 

Of course he was still sweet, dorky Eddie. But it was still a far cry from the man who felt you up in his bedroom. He would never go further than a hug in person and never hinted towards anything going on between you. 

After weeks of constantly scrutinizing every action you had with him, you told yourself that it was the weed making him act this way. It wasn’t him. The events of the past proved it. He only wanted you when he was high. He didn’t have the same feelings for you when he was sober and that was just something you had to get passed. 

So you made yourself sparse. You stopped hanging out after Hellfire club, making excuses about end of the year exams and babysitting. You definitely avoided any reason that would result in you going over to his trailer. It was easier this way, you didn’t allow yourself to get your hopes up.

But you missed Eddie. He was such a huge part of your everyday life. Granted you still sat with him at lunch and attended every Hellfire meeting, but it wasn’t the same. There was no more you and Eddie- it was just you and Eddie now. Two separate people. 

You could tell that Eddie noticed you pulling away from him, even though you knew he would never say anything. He was still persistent as ever about you coming over after a successful campaign. 

“Y/N I feel like we never see each other anymore. But I got some amazing new shit from Reefer Rick and I know you’ll love it,” Eddie pleaded, clasping his hands together with a pouty face. 

“Eddie I can’t. I’m sorry. I’m so behind on homework that it’s a joke and-“ you began but cut yourself off when a large hand grasped your much smaller one. 

“Please, I just miss hanging out with you,” he whispered softly, brown eyes looking down at you. 

You could feel your heart leaping in your chest. This is exactly what you needed to avoid. This is why you had kept your distance. All the feelings you had shoved down over the past few weeks came surging upwards and you felt your resolve cracking. 

“Sure Eddie, lead the way,” you sighed. 

At the verbal confirmation that you would be spending time with him, he grabbed your hand and pulled you to his van. 

————-

The ride to his trailer was quiet, save for the low hum of Black Sabbath coming from the speakers. Neither one of you spoke about much. You opting to look out at the scenery of Hawkins. 

On the other hand, Eddie was more focused on you. He missed you. A lot. The past few weeks had been torture for him. He knew something was wrong but he couldn’t put his finger on it. Maybe he had come on too strong the last time you were over? Or maybe he had misread your reactions to his moves? Regardless, he had given you plenty of time to figure it out and he wanted an answer. 

Tonight. 

——————-

Pulling into the gravel driveway you felt your palms begin to sweat. Rubbing your hands across your denim clad thighs, you looked everywhere but at him. You knew deep down the minute he offered a joint, you’d cave. You never could tell him no. 

Somehow sensing your reluctance to climb out of the van, Eddie killed the engine and just sat in silence with you. Finally gaining the courage to look at him, you were met with a sight that confused you. 

Eddie looked sad and somewhat guilty. 

Holy shit. This is it. He’s going to tell you that he’s not interested in you at all in any way besides a friend and nope you can’t deal with that.

“Eddie, take me home please,” you softly whispered, heart breaking with each word. 

Whipping his head to you, he stared with wide brown eyes, “Y/N, please talk to me. Please just tell me what I did wrong. I’m going crazy without you and I’m so fucking sorry if I did something that made you uncomfortable. Please understand that I never ever meant to do that.” 

“What? You never made me uncomfortable. Why would you think that?” you questioned, staring at him warily. 

“Because you disappeared on me. You pulled away from me and I pretended not to notice. I really really did. But that hurt, still hurts. I had to have done something,” Eddie responded strickenly. 

“Eds, you didn’t technically do anything. I gave myself hope about something I never should have so I pulled out before I got even more hurt. I’m sorry that it’s hurting you but I couldn’t do it anymore,” you rushed out. 

“Do what Y/N? What can’t you do anymore?” he questioned. 

“I can’t do this anymore! Us! I can’t handle my heart being broken every time we hang out!” you exclaimed, hands gesturing wildly between the two of you. 

“I don’t understand what you’re talking about! How is hanging out with me breaking your heart?!” he asks, voice raising with every word. 

“Because you only want me when you’re high!” you yell, angry tears leaking down your face. 

Facing Eddie you see his face filled with surprise and disbelief. It was a look you’d never seen before but you couldn’t stop yourself from continuing, “I couldn’t handle only having you when you were stoned and alone in your trailer. I thought I could handle it but I can’t. It broke my heart every single time! You would be so sweet and affectionate then the next day act as if it never mattered. As if I never mattered! That’s why Eddie! It’s like I only exist in the late hours of the night with you, not during the day. I know you don’t feel the same things I do and that’s okay but I couldn’t let myself get played with like that.” 

You felt lighter. Somehow getting those words out into the world helped you. If you knew how much better they made you feel, maybe you would have said them weeks ago. 

Eddie seemed at a lost for words as he stared at you. He seemed to be taking in every last detail of you. It was as if he was preparing himself to never see you again. The two of you sat like that for what felt like hours. Realistically it was only around five minutes, but the words hanging in the air seemed to stretch time. 

You had resigned to looking at the rain hitting the windshield, unable to gaze at him any longer. When he finally broke the silence, “I’m so sorry. I thought that was how you wanted me to be. I’ve never had someone who wanted to be seen with me outside of the night. Assumed you would be ashamed like the others. But I wanted to hold your hand and kiss your cheek between classes. I wanted you to want me and even if that meant you only wanting me when we were stoned, I was going to take it.” 

He thought you were ashamed of him. He thought you wanting him for nothing more than affection and weed behind closed doors. He was so used to people wanting to protect their reputation that he was willing to be your dirty little secret. 

Reaching across the center console you grabbed you ringed hand, “Eddie, it looks like both of us were wrong. I don’t want to hide you. I want you to hold my hand and kiss me on the cheek. Hell, I want to scream to the world that Eddie Munson is mine! I want to wear your clothes so everyone knows who I belong to. I want to tell people that I love y-“ 

You were roughly cut off by his free hand pulling your face to his in a tender kiss. Kidding Eddie was everything you thought it would be. It was amazing. It was sweet. It was right. 

Pulling back quickly Eddie whispered, “Sweetheart, please say that again. Please. Please. Please.” 

“I love you Eddie and I’m tired of pretending I don’t,” you whispered softly, planting gentle kisses on his cheek. 

“You just made me the happiest man alive. I loved you for far too long princess. Now how about we handle that wearing my clothes part?” he replied, with a devilish grin. 

Throwing your head back with the first genuine laugh you’d had in weeks, you left Eddie drag from the van and into the trailer. Tonight you would let him have you in the dark but tomorrow you would have him in the day. 

#eddie munson smut #eddie munson #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie stranger things #eddie munson x reader #stranger things fic #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things 4 #stranger things #eddie munson angst

[bcofl0ve]

new austin butler fan? start here!

hey there girl/pal/buddy/friend! welcome to the crazy train the endearing mad house that is the austin butler fandom. i joined the party after seeing elvis 2022 with my dad on a whim opened my third eye and have adored austin ever since. if you have any questions please please send an anon or send me a message, but i hope this post is useful as well!

media

congrats, i have a hyperfixation on being an update blog which means i have a masterpost of where to stream everything he's ever been in since he's started acting!

my personal favorite thus far is shocking no one, elvis 2022, but i'm really excited for everything coming out in 2024!

interviews

if you want to get to know austin the person outside of being an actor, i highly recommend checking out his episode of the marc maron podcast. content warning for talk about losing a parent- austin's mom who passed when he was 23 from cancer, and some allusions to domestic violence re: a step father. but that to say it's imo the most personal interview austin has ever given (and it makes me cry when i listen to it). i linked to apple podcasts but it's also on spotify!

austin's first ever interview from when he was 16 years old (article)

long- and personal, interview/profile via esquire from 2024 (article)

ruthie’s table interview - 2021 podcast with his good friend, chef ruthie rogers. some very sweet childhood talk in here.

austin butler drives greg williams back home (austin going back to his home town and visting his childhood home and elementary school)

austin butler plays with puppies - what the title says

in conversation: baz luhrmann and austin butler (article) - a very funny joint interview where baz and austin talk about filming elvis

austin butler @ the oscar nominees luncheon - the interviewer is jason kennedy, a long time buddy of austin's who also knew his mom. this was my favorite interview of awards season.

austin giving his publcist kate an honorary oscar - also from the oscar nominees lucheon press junket, so sweet! we love his ginger publicist around here (:

austin and lisa marie presley joint interview - lisa adored austin, and he mentioned in a different interview during awards season that when he was at graceland she took him upstairs for *3 hours*. if you're unfamiliar with the presleys, that is point blank unheard of for someone that isn't a blood relative. lisa passed away in january 2023 just two days after watching austin win his golden globe, and is very very missed. (lisa and austin at the globes)

another little lisa and austin interview, my personal favorite because of the hug!

so who's the girl?

austin is currently dating kaia gerber and has been since december of 2021! i'm working on a masterpost timeline of their relationship which will likely take...a while. but in the meantime the basics are that they like to make out in public while also being quite the private couple.

here is a very cute little video of the two of them after the elvis premiere at cannes and my favorite deuxmoi sunday spotting of all time- someone saying they were making out *in face masks* in line at erewhon.

like i said, they are veryyy private but that means the little tidbits we get are a treat! austin 'gushed' about seeing her walk in a celine show here, and here's a little clip of his smiley little self in the front row.

the two share a dog milo, who is the shining baby boy light of ausitn's life and came up no short of two billion times when austin was doing press for his ysl campaign this past summer. we love milo!

(and i also love that austin wears his gf's clothes sometimes, king!)

misc fun stuff

austin is close friends with ashley tisdale, and has been since the two of them met filming the movie aliens in the attic in new zealand in 2008. he's 'uncle austin' to her little girl jupiter, and they're also distant cousins!

speaking of aliens in the attic, 300 years ago in 2008 austin ran a little blog for his fans throughout filming which is just the darn sweetest most endearing thing to me. you can read the entries that i pulled from the wayback machine here and here.

some other austin-isms that i love

his habit of wearing shirts inside out

how everyone that works with him gushes about how kind he is

this little video of him when he was four years old

his dear sweet publicist kate having to hand hold his golden retriever self on track

the 27 he has tattooed on his wrist bc it was his late mom’s god number

and so many other things that would take me too long to list

if you have any questions that this post doesn't answer pls slide me an anon or a direct message! happy to have you here! <3

[medusapelagia]

Steddie Week Day 7: The Future

May 28: Free space / Free space / Freedom by Wham! 

Rating: Teen and Up Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson WT: light angst, angst with happy ending, alcohol WC: 1772

The apartment they are living in is nice.

Nothing fancy, just two bedrooms over a Chinese restaurant but the kitchen is big enough to host the kids during their D&D campaign.

Steve’s room it’s the tidy one. The one where they never sleep. Eddie needs his mess to sleep at night and Steve doesn’t complain so…

But tonight Eddie is fretting, pacing around Steve’s tidy room.

His love has gone to attend one of the stupid parties his mum always asks him to accompany her to.

He knows that she will show him around like a racehorse.

She will try to find a good girl for her perfect boy.

It’s not that Eddie is jealous, even if he must admit that deep inside he is, it’s the fact that every time Steve comes home after one of these stupid parties he is a mess.

He doesn’t want to disappoint his mother, he doesn’t want to cheat on Eddie, he doesn’t want to be a bad kid… and, in the end, he usually collapses crying in Eddie’s arm, saying that the next time his mom calls him he will not answer.

But he does. 

And so the story repeats itself.

It’s two o’clock in the morning when finally he hears the familiar sound of Steve’s car.

Eddie is watching a movie, he doesn’t even know what kind of movie he is watching, he just needs to pretend that he wasn't waiting for him.

He hears the keys fall to the ground followed by a strange laugh.

Oh god. He is drunk.

That’s bad.

He goes to the door and Steve almost falls in his arms.

“Did you have fun?” he asks, helping him to the sofa.

“Oh… so much fun! Do you know that all my parent’s friends have sons or daughters that attended an Ivy League University? Everyone… except me. And you know that they all have super important jobs? Everyone… except me. And you know that they all have kids? Everyone… except…”

Steve starts to cry.

He is very sensible on that matter.

Formally they are friends living together and legally they can’t adopt.

How could his mother put him through this? She should know how much that hurt Steve.

Or maybe she did it because she knows exactly how much that hurts Steve.

“Hey, sunshine, what do you say if we drink some water and go to bed? Mmh?”

Steve shakes his head.

“I’m a fucking failure, Eddie. I have done nothing right in my life. And you should leave me. I’m just a burden for you.”

God. 

He also has to deal with sad drunk Steve.

Eddie always hated Mrs. Harrington, but right now he hates her even more.

“You are not a fucking burden Steve. You are drunk and sad. Drink some water and come to bed, you’ll feel better tomorrow.”

He doesn’t know how he finally managed to make him drink the stupid water and go to bed, but he hugs Steve all night long, wiping away the tears that fall from his eye.

Fucking Mrs. Harrington.

How could she do something so vile?

Steve always wanted a family and she knew very well that she was going to break him talking about kids.

That was the first thing that she said to him when he told her that he and Eddie were dating. That he could date Eddie if he dated a nice girl as well “We need an heir to our fortune Stevie.”

That’s all that Steve has always been for them.

The heir to their fortune.

Not even a person.

Just a way to pass on their fortune.

And he was expected to do the same.

“Come on Steve. You already disappoint us in every possible way. Can’t you make me happy and give me a grandson?”

Grandson.

Not even a granddaughter.

A male heir to continue their stupid legacy.

When Steve opens his eyes they are still red from crying, and he is going to have a very bad day.

Eddie hopes that the headache that he is certainly going to have will not transform into a migraine.

“Hey, babe, it’s still soon. Don’t you want to sleep a little more?”

“Not tired…”

Eddie sighs.

He is tired. He is just so tired that he probably can't sleep anymore.

“Ok. What would you like to do? See a movie? Or I can read you something. Do you need an Advil?”

Steve shakes his head and Eddie sighs again, he is not going to ask for meds until it’s too late and they will not have an effect anymore.

That’s a present from Mr. Harrington, who taught him to be tough.

Sometimes Eddie thinks that he would have given everything to meet Steve when he was just a kid. He didn’t have a fairytale childhood but at least he had Wayne and not a couple of fucked up parents that treat him more like a fucking show dog than a kid.

“I was going to read a little bit. Do you mind if I read it out loud? It helps me get more in the story.”

Steve loves when he reads to him. He laughs at the different voices that he makes.

When the boy nods Eddie takes it as a win and starts to read the book he has on his nightstand.

He could have been reading the phone book for how much he cares, but he keeps reading until his boy falls asleep again. He looks at the clock. 

It’s six o’clock in the morning. In a couple of hours, Steve should be at Family Video. 

No fucking way.

He is going to call in sick for him and he doesn’t care if Keith is going to fire him. Steve needs at least a day to decompress.

****

When Steve wakes up the sun is high in the sky.

He looks at his alarm clock. It’s almost ten. He is late!

He gets up super quickly, screaming at Eddie “Why didn’t you wake me up?! I’m super late!”

“No, you are not.” The other boy answers with calm from their little kitchen. 

“I was supposed to be at Family Video at least half an hour ago!” Steve protests.

“Nope. You are sick. I already called Keith.”

“I’m not sick!”

“Yes, you are, baby. Now get in here and eat something. There is no point in arguing about that.”

In the kitchen, Eddie is waiting for him with a cup of tea and some plain toast.

“No coffee?”

“You are sick.”

“I’m not…”

Eddie smiles and gives him the cup of tea and Steve sips it, almost burning his tongue.

Steve is pretending that nothing happened last night, and that hurts Eddie even more. The fact that Steve doesn’t feel comfortable enough with Eddie to admit that last night was shit and he still feels unbalanced.

“Calm down. We have all the time in the world.”

“You have a job as well!”

“And I’m not going either.”

“Eddie, I don't understand what is going on…”

“Steve, my love, you had a horrible night and you need some time to get over it and I’m giving it to you.”

“But they could fire us.”

“So?”

“We need a job to pay for this apartment. Two jobs to be precise.”

“Listen to me, babe. Are you sure that your dream life was living in a small apartment over a Chinese restaurant while working at Family Video?”

“It’s not perfect but…”

“What would you like to do? If you could choose. What would you like to do?”

Steve looks at him puzzled “I don’t know…”

“Steve…”

“I’m too stupid anyway so...”

“Tell me.”

“I’d like to help people.”

“Cool.”

“Cool? Not stupid?”

“No. Cool. There are a lot of jobs that help people… there are social workers, doctors, nurses, policemen, fire fighters…”

“I was… I was thinking about becoming a physiotherapist. I mean… I learned a lot during your recovery, and I’m strong enough to pick up or move a person if needed and I have a good knowledge of injuries and the human body…”

“Great. You have everything already planned out. Why don’t you apply to some course…”

“No fucking university accepted me, Eddie. Do you really think that I’m going to take a fucking degree?!”

“I do. I think that you were too busy with interdimensional monsters to really put your mind on that shit. But now you can. We could move to Chicago. You could see Robin and find some courses. We could work in a stupid coffee shop and you will get your degree. What do you say?”

“What about Wayne? The Corroded Coffin? The kids? My family?”

“It’s Chicago Steve, not Australia. They could come to visit. And, to be honest, I think that Wayne and the kids will be more than happy if we move away after Jason’s show.”

“Why are you doing this Eddie?”

“Because I love you and I want you to be happy.”

“And this has nothing to do with last night, right?”

Well…

“I can stand it anymore, Steve. I can’t keep waiting for you worrying about how broken you will come back. I always wanted to move far away from this fucking town, but I stayed for you. Now Robin is in Chicago, the kids will be all over the Country in a couple of years and Jeff and Gar will leave at the end of the summer. And about your family… If I have to be honest, I really don’t want you to go back to them.”

“Eddie…”

“Listen to me Steve, give me a year. Just a year! If it doesn’t work out we will come back, for good, and I will not propose something so crazy again. But let's try it.”

“A year?” he asks unsure.

“A year. A year to prove to yourself that you are more than a disappointment or a burden. That you are a wonderful person and you could do something good with your life. Do it for you. And for me. A little bit for me because I can’t live in this bigot city anymore.”

Steve sips his tea for a moment, lost in his thoughts.

A year it’s not a long time after all. They are young. They could try. If he agrees.

When Steve gets up without saying anything Eddie looks at him worriedly.

“Steve?”

“Mmh?”

“What do you say?”

“I say that I have to call Robin. No more fucking apartments over restaurants.”

“So that’s a yes?”

Steve smiles at him “It’s a yes Eddie.”

#steddie #steddie week #steddieweek2023 #day 7: free space #stranger things #stranger things fanfic #my fanfic #steve harrington #eddie munson #angst with happy ending #medusapelagia #medusapelagia fanfic

[deafmangoes]

Netflix's take on The Last Airbender is pretty good, actually.

Right, well, after having a good cry about shit this morning, I'm going to pen some thoughts about the new A:TLA.

T'other day I described it as just "okay" after watching the first two episodes. Today I finished up through episode four and actually, I've changed my mind. It's good. You hear me? It's good.

Episode one dragged a bit, but with episode two I could see why they were making certain changes (and actually, I preferred the Suki and Sokka interactions in this version). Will probably write about them later.

Episodes three and four are set in Omashu and adapt elements of the Book One episodes "The Northern Air Temple", "The King of Omashu", "Jet" and the Book Two episode "The Cave of Two Lovers", with a few additional plot points taken from Book Two with regards to Azula, Zuko and Iroh's storylines.

These two episodes are really good. Gonna put spoilers below here just in case, but I'll put my conclusion here so you can skip the rest:

If you were on the fence about this adaptation, like I was, then I think this pair of episodes really show you what it's about. This is the story without the cartoon veneer. It's confronting just what a century of protracted warfare does to people, and treating their trauma seriously. Yes, it has lost a lot of the original comedy, but it's not completely without heart (we still get the Cabbage Merchant, he's still great).

Give it a go. If you're like me, and you grew up with this cartoon, then take a deep breath and remember that you're older too. Let the story age with you, and bring you back into the world for a more mature take at it. It doesn't need to replace the original, it's just another adaptation. Enjoy both of them.

First let's talk about the changes: instead of showing up at the Northern Air Temple, the Mechanist (now given the name Sai) and Teo are citizens of Omashu. Jet and his gang are also introduced early, still as resistance fighters. Zuko and Iroh turn up to Omashu in person, instead of being largely absent during the trio's visit.

Unlike in the original show, Aang wasn't planning on visiting Omashu until he saw Teo flying in his glider and mistook him for a surviving Airbender. This starts the episode, and we're introduced to this version of him and his father. I appreciated that they kept the important elements of both characters even after removing them from their original context (as squatters in the Northern Air Temple), and tied them neatly into Omashu's technology advances.

Sai the Mechanist is turned into an active collaborator, out of fear for his son's safety. Jet's black and white morality is dialled up when it's revealed he's been behind the bombing campaign in Omashu. King Bumi retains a lot of his original character but they really, really drive home how much a century of war and compromise has eaten away at the young child Aang remembers, and his bitterness is entirely justified.

I could gush about this for a while, but trying to keep it short: all the changes made to this pair of episodes work. Nothing felt out of place, everything meshed together into a well-woven, well-written story that gave a real gut punch of emotion during Aang and Bumi's confrontation. I also really liked that instead of Aang and Katara in the tunnels, it's her and Sokka - they get to have the argument that's been brewing for a while, and it helped ground that they're still just kids. They've been thrust into a conflict that they're not prepared for. Jet's portion took the themes of his original episode and ratcheted them up, showing how the trauma of being raised in war can seriously mess with your worldview, and that if you're not careful you can begin to perceive everyone as the enemy.

If I was on the fence about this adaptation before, these two episodes have fully convinced me of it.

#netflix avatar #netflix atla #atla live action #avatar live action #avatar netflix #atla netflix

[munson-blurbs]

Hello my love, congratulations on 2k! I’m so proud and lucky to call myself your friend 💚

Here’s my person, place, and thing for you: Eddie + O’Donell’s classroom + bread

Love you!!! - @corroded-hellfire 😘

IT'S BREAD!! Fucking poppadom? Poppadom???? It's BREAD.

Warnings: none WC: 757 A/N: For those of you unfamiliar with the reference, please watch this little gem. You are welcome.

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Eddie Munson is your typical teenager with an endless appetite. He usually counts down the seconds until his lunch period, promptly scarfing down whatever food he shoved in his lunchbox for the day. But today, he has too much on his mind to remember to eat. He’s been planning the final campaign of the year–of his high school career, now that he’s finally graduating–and it all culminates this afternoon. He skipped lunch to get the drama club room ready, practically trembling with excitement for the club to meet.

But two hours later, in the middle of O’Donnell’s lecture on iambic pentameter, Eddie is shaking for another reason: he’s starving.

“Shit, shit, shit,” he whispers under his breath, reaching into his backpack for the metal box. He opens it as carefully as he can, knowing that any small noise will tip O’Donnell off to his activity. That wench has a strict ‘no eating’ policy in her classroom, and Eddie can’t risk getting detention today. Not when Hellfire is counting on him to deliver the wildest campaign of their lives.

Peering at his options, he immediately rules out the orange. Too fragrant; plus, peeling it would totally give him away. The pretzels are a decent choice, but she might be able to hear him crunching on them, so he saves them for later. That leaves two slices of plain Wonder Bread. He’d normally slather them in peanut butter, but he forgot to put more on the shopping list. It works out in his favor this time, since he’ll be more easily able to sneak bites as O’Donnell blathers on.

“Can someone give me an example of a famous piece of literature that utilizes iambic pentameter? Anyone?” She glances around the room, seeing only bored faces. Chrissy Cunningham is twirling her honey-blonde hair around her finger. Jason Carver is wobbling a pencil between his thumb and forefinger, making it look like rubber. And Eddie Munson is…

“Mr. Munson!” Mrs. O’Donnell hisses, snapping him from his thoughts. “What exactly do you think you’re doing?”

“It’s just bread,” Eddie murmurs, voice barely audible as he tries to stifle an eyeroll.

“I’m sorry? I didn’t quite catch that,” the teacher presses, angrily putting her hands on her hips.

“It’s BREAD!” he says, loudly this time. He doesn’t mean to shout, but his temper is short when he’s hungry, and he rarely has patience for the old bat to begin with. “It’s bread,” he repeats, leveling his voice.

Mrs. O’Donnell releases an exasperated sigh. “Mr. Munson, my question was rhetorical. I do not care what you are eating, only that you are eating during my class time.” She shakes her head in disappointment. “Do I interrupt your lunch period and try to teach you?”

“Uh…no?” Eddie answers slowly, shoving the remaining half slice of bread in his mouth.

The teacher fights the urge to roll her eyes, marching to her desk to write out a detention slip. “Once again, that was a rhetorical question. Now, you know the consequence for eating in–”

“Mrs. O’Donnell?” a small voice pipes up from the doorway. Eddie looks over to see Max Mayfield, red hair hanging in braids over her shoulders. “There are girls smoking in the bathroom. It smells kinda like a skunk?”

O’Donnell throws her hands up in the air. “Oh, for crying out loud!” She turns to her class. “Open your textbooks to chapter ten and read until I–” But she’s interrupted yet again, this time by the bell. Eddie scrambles from his seat and bolts from the room as fast as he can, tugging Max along with him. 

“Hey, Red,” he manages, catching his breath once he’s safely out of O’Donnell’s sight. “Thanks for the diversion. I owe you one.”

Max gives a small chuckle. “Yeah, well,” she shrugs, “if you couldn’t have Hellfire today, Lucas was gonna tag along with me and El at the movies, and he always picks the weirdest sci-fi ones. So annoying. You probably did me the favor, actually.” She starts to walk away, but turns around to add, “but if you did wanna thank me, I love Reese's Pieces. Not the cups. The pieces.” She wags a finger at him before slipping on her headphones and disappearing into the sea of students.

Eddie clicks his tongue. “Weird kid,” he says to himself, but he takes a pen from his pocket and writes Reese’s Pieces on his forearm. And before he can forget, he also jots down peanut butter.

What was O’Donnell’s problem? He thinks. It was just bread.

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#eddie munson #fanfic #stranger things #eddie stranger things #stranger things fanfic #eddie munson fanfic #max mayfield #joseph quinn #joseph quinn fanfiction #bug's 2k celebration

[slasheru]

Heyyyyy Slasher Nation! 🖤 First of all - HOLY CRAP THANK YOU!! Even though the Kickstarter didn't hit the goal, the fact that 98 of y'all (!!) got us a SIGNIFICANT part of the way there (almost $3,000!!) is MINDBLOWING!! <3333 I can't thank you enough 😭

So What Now / Wait you had a Plan B the whole time?!

Yeah, man, you thought I was just gonna leave you guys hanging? ;) We're gonna try this again with a WAY smaller goal on Crowdfundr! (I'll talk more about this below!) Short pitch is: $1,125 goal (which we nailed in 48 hours here), keeps SU running, launches September 7th, Crowfundr is being hella cool and sponsoring it for SPX Spotlight, follow along HERE! [https://crowdfundr.com/slasheruact2]

But ALSO, holy crap, you guys are AMAZING:

I can hardly call this thing a wash, though, because the amount of love, attention, and SOLD COPIES OF SLASHER U: ACT 1 have been ABSOLUTELY FUCKING WILD. I just wanted to shout out to:

More than 600 new Slasher U: Act 1 players downloaded the game since the Kickstarter launched

Slasher U: Act 1: Alpha Edition maintains a whopping 4.9 out of 5 Stars average rating on itch (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

I sold enough copies of Slasher U: Act 1 to cover MORE THAN HALF MY RENT THIS MONTH!! If this Kickstarter stopped right here, you guys would've been able to cover 4 MORE months of rent & production time! Which is HOG WILD.

We got shoutouts from:

Beautiful Glitch, the team behind Monster Prom, Monster Camp, & Monster Roadtrip!! Beautiful Glitch are one of my most inspirational/aspirational heroes of game dev, and the Monster franchise was a HUGE inspiration for SU, so I can't BELIEVE this happened!!!! Thank you guys SO MUCH!!! <333

WWAC (Women Write About Comics), where journalist Alenka Figa wrote SO MUCH NICE STUFF about my storytelling I'm gonna fuckin cry!!

Corinne Halbert of ACID NUN - she and I are actually gonna do an Acid Nun x Slasher U collab where you'll be able to unlock an Acid Nun player skin!! Shhhh!!

The crew at Lewdgamer who wrote an awesome writeup of the KS campaign!

Indiepocalypse - we made it into Issue #42 and Alex had us on his podcast, which was SO MUCH FUN!! According to Alex, Slasher U had one of the highest audience participation/engagements he's seen on Indiepocalypse Radio, and it was MEGA FUN watching him parse some of your saucy Sawyer questions, LMFAO.

And here's some Slasher U & SUKS stats for you:

More than 2/3rds of you ended up dating either Sawyer or Tate. >:)

In total, 94 of you backed the game here on KS!!! YOU ALL KICK SERIOUS ASS

Almost 1,000 new copies of Slasher U: Act 1 (both Regular and Premium) were downloaded during the campaign!

During the campaign, at least 3 people personally thanked me for Slasher U completely changing their life by discovering something about themselves or making them feel seen and heard, which is going to make me FUCKING CRY and is the ENTIRE REASON WHY I MAKE THIS GAME IN THE FIRST PLACE. I love you all so, so so sosososoososososos much, Student Disembody. :'))))))

So this "Plan B", eh?

Some of you know I'm a cartoonist by trade (I drew for the official FNAF franchise and more!). This year, I ended up talking to some sponsors for this upcoming SPX (Small Press Expo), which is like SDCC for indie comics, including Crowdfundr - one thing led to another, and now I'm partnering up with Crowdfundr and SPX to bring you a WAY SMALLER but also WAY MORE PERSONAL campaign to keep the lights on here at SU, as part of Crowfundr's SPX Spotlight event! For the non-comics folks here, Crowdfundr is basically the indie comics Kickstarter - I've been buddies with this crowd (pun vageuly intended) for a while and I'm psyched to be doing this with people I've been meaning to collab with!!

The new goal will cover the absolute bare minimum of making SU - $1,125, which includes font licenses, the Mac port, and taxes. Then, any EXTRA will go to more production time on Slasher U! Basically, I'm swinging the campaign around so the minimum amount is the goal, and the goal-goal's the reach goal. The GOOD NEWS is we apparently smashed this $1k goal within 48 hours of THIS Kickstarter, so I'm VERY OPTIMISTIC ABOUT ROUND 2 OVER HERE.

(You'll ALSO still be able to snag one of those custom player skins I'm drawing - there's gonna be only 5 slots this time!) Aaaaand you can click to follow when the Crowdfundr launches in a month, here:

P.S: estimating the first Early Access build with *just* Laila's Act 2 content, plus some core extras, in the next month or month and a half >:)))

xoxoxooxoxoxoxo, love you guys SO FUCKIN MUCH, and, as we like to say on campus:

STAY HORNY!! xxoxooxox Professor Plutonium

#slasher u #slasher u act 2

[zemnian-newcomer]

Nine Eyes of Lucien - Personal Highlights

Putting the details behind a Read More, for length and spoiler reasons (if anyone still cares about that), but in short: I loved the book, especially the use of fonts and formatting. I will definitely be having it in the back of my mind once I get to the Aeor arc in my current re-listen of c2.

Page 24, and this is already so much more fucked up than anything I was imagining. What the fuck, who comes up with that?

Just putting this here because yes I see the parallels. Didn't realize it was the same year until I saw the post pointing that out though.

The fact that these are Lucien's last words before dying (for the first time) - yeah I'm not gonna be okay about this for some time. The connection across lifetimes between the Hollowing (still a horrifying concept btw) of Lucien's brother and the Emptiness Molly and Kingsley experienced in the beginning of their existence...

And what's this? IT'S BOLO LORE WITH A STEEL CHAIR!!!

Molly is such a little shit and I love him so much. I liked him before but this book really solidified it for me. This passage might be one of my favorites.

A note on the formatting for these parts: Love the use of footnotes. They're asides, they're not part of the main text - but aren't they? They can make space for themselves where it wasn't intended, even take up the majority of a page! They draw the eye, they're INTERESTING!

And suddenly he's out of the footnotes and part of the main text. Beautifully done.

And next to all the lore about Lucien and Molly, Cree and the rest of the Tombtakers... we get a scrap of shadowgast. Thank you, Madeleine Roux! I will be thinking about "crying out as if he had been the one struck down" every day for the foreseeable future.

Also it's so fucking funny that Lucien has literally no idea who Essek is. Like, the Mighty Nein travel with him for a bit, they part under less than stellar circumstances, and just a few days later they're suddenly working with this random drow?

Other small notes without excerpts:

I liked learning more about the Tombtakers, both pre-campaign and during

The fact that Aldreda is, as far as we know, still living in Rexxentrum post-campaign... So many possible encounters that could happen there. Or not. It's a big city, after all.

Cree deserved better. So did the rest of the Tombtakers but her especially.

#critical role #the nine eyes of lucien

[magnificentcenturyfics]

Forrests of Manisa

Description: Mustafa x Taşlicali fic, with an explicit sex scene.

Since he has been told about his disgraceful reassignment to Amasya, and though he and Yahya rarely talked about it, there was no need to. Yahya himself wasn’t too happy about it. After all, besides the obvious injustice and weakening of his possition as heir at a time where having his inheritance challanged was the last thing Mustafa needed, there were other, more personal – some would even say pettier reasons to be unhappy. Şehzade and his mother had been in Manisa for about seven years (not counting his regency in Istanbul during the campaign to Persia) and had created a network of friends and loyal attendants there, of which some they could take with them as part of their retinue (including Yahya himself, thank the Almighty), but many they could not. General populace too loved the prince more in Manisa than in anywhere else, if things Yahya overheard on his walks around town were any indication – though even in Istanbul, people were at worst indifferent towards him. Though truth be told, unless they were one of those types who amused themselves with the most outlandish rumors about the exploits of „the Ruthenian witch“, common people cared little for which şehzade will ascend the throne. In fact, the general consensus gleamed from his least priviledged aquitances was that sultan Süleyman has brought the land such peace and prosperity than once he passes away, things can only go downhill.   Yahya, of course, never talked about it so openly, at least not front of Mustafa himself. Instead, when asked about public opinion, he comforted his şehzade with half-truths; his father sultan Süleyman is quite popular and so is Mustafa. Indeed, some common people (well, one person – Yahya himself) say that sultan Süleyman is merely Philip of Macedon to Mustafa’s Alexander... No, of course his transfer to Amasya won’t make people think any less of him, on the contrary, everyone can see what great injustice is being done to him, which if anything could make people support him more... At any rate, his final verdict on the matter of transfer to Amasya was thus: „After all, people are much the same in Amasya as in Manisa. People, and woods...“ „Indeed, Yahya, woods are much the same everywhere, but I have no idea why it should be of any comfort to me.“ replied Mustafa gloomily. Words „it used to be a source of much comfort to you after Ibrahim pasha died“ almost found their way onto Yahya’s tongue, but luckily he managed to bite it before then.   Because sometimes, woods are in fact just a collection of trees, but these past few years certainly not to them.   That spring and summer was filled to the brim with all kinds of unpleasantness for şehzade. He was still reeling from losing his son and having an attempt on his life remain unpunished when Ibrahim pasha unexpectedly fell out of favour and was executed for an offence sultan refused to disclose. Noone, not even pasha’s own wife, seemed to have understood this decision, except as a favor from the sultan to Hürrem sultan – yet another victory for the scheming consort whose lust for power and revenge seemed to know no bounds. Taşlicali’s aquitance with pasha was brief, but fond; either way, he was much more angry for Mustafa’s sake, as şehzade obviously adored the deceased pasha and was devastated by his death like noone except pasha‘s wife and children. Taşlicali has never seen Mustafa cry, but the morning after the news reached Manisa he could not help but notice his master’s red eyes and pale face. Taşlicali did not tell anyone, though perheps he could’ve; there was no shame in it, after all. Everyone knew of pasha’s closeness to şehzade, some even said that’s why Hürrem orchestrated Ibrahim’s unjust execution in the first place. Mustafa himself suspected so, as he openly discussed with his most trusted people – a group which, to his surprise, included Taşlicali.   Mayhaps it was that he has lost the appetite for women after Helena’s departure and his own mother could not provide him with a silent, unjudgemental ear that he needed. Mayhaps separation from his brothers fed his craving for a brotherly... Or, well, close male presence, anyway. Mayhaps the discovery of a spy in his private chambers made him desperate for someone, anyone he could not possibly suspect of anything bad, and Taşlicali fit that description for some reason he could not fathom (was it really just their past as comrades-in-arms from so many years ago?). Either way, as guarded as Mustafa was, he had quickly become less so in Taşlicali’s company. From the begining, it was an odd frienship; Mustafa sometimes pretended to be interested in his poetry as a mere polite conversation starter, but he clearly never wanted to actually hear or read it – and Taşlicali soon realized şehzade, not an artistic soul, but cultured enough to appreciate a good verse from time to time, simply doesn’t like Taşlicali’s works. Instead, he was much more interested in Taşlicali’s military career and thoughts on warfare and imperium, neither of which Taşlicali talked about with great enthusiasm, but he at least listened to Mustafa’s thoughts on these matters with enough polite interest that it must’ve satisfied the prince nonetheless. Soon, he invited Taşlicali to a small sparring session with swords, then another longer one, and in the end they spent many summer mornings in passionate embrace of their weapons... Indeed, prince was never as radiant as when he tired his deceptively lean body in vicious pretend combat, his cheeks flushed behind a long, beautiful beard and dark eyes rivaling the night sky with their sparkle...   Then Hatice sultan arrived, and one of his concubines started to near childbirth – small annoyances that nonetheless made Mustafa less and less keen to spend time in the harem. He stayed in the palace only to prepare for the campaign, and when his father arranged the matters otherwise, Mustafa simply couldn’t bear it any longer. His departure must’ve worried Mahidevran sultan a lot, being sudden and in the company of but a few attendants, but Mustafa didn’t seem to mind. It seemed a temporarily decreased safety was worth saving his sanity from the many frustrations, big and small, bothering him in those months. The hunt only lasted about a day, and it left şehzade with a considerably better disposition, so while Taşlicali understood his mother’s worries, he nonetheless considered it a wise decision on şehzade’s part.   The poet himself was charmed by the beauty of the woods surrounding Manisa and impressed with Mustafa’s skill as a hunter, even if he himself did not share it, to şehzade’s amusement. Mustafa’s gentle ribbing did not hurt Taşlicali in the slightest – on the contrary, he joined in on şehzade’s affectionate laughter, his heart warmed by finally seeing him happy. When they settled in for the night, Taşlicali found himself Mustafa’s closest companion by the fire and the one with whom şehzade shared tales of his past and future, memories of childhood in the palace he now lived in and dreams of glorious conquest that was surely to come, should he escape Hürrem’s clutches and become his father’s successor. In turn, Taşlicali shared the mundanities of his own life, from a lonely childhood in the house of his bad-tempered unmarried uncle, trough his youth, when he first took both a sword and a pen in the hand, to the current, perhaps happiest period in his life. When he told Mustafa his presence has brought him more joy than he has ever felt before, şehzade clearly considered it merely a figure of speech, part of an overly polite manner in which courtiers talked to the members of the dynasty. Doubtless he had heard such talk many times before and had learned since an early age to disregard it – which saddened Taşlicali somewhat, since for once, a courtier in question was completely sincere. On the other hand, he was honored by şehzade’s keen interest in his past despite the fact that he himself assessed it as at once bleak and mundane. Mustafa even seemed to express some sympathy towads him, a soldier of little renown whose primary claim to fame – his poetry – şehzade wasn’t even that impressed by.   Taşlicali spent the entire evening gazing into Mustafa’s face, and the more he looked, the more impressed he was by the symetry of his features and his lively, intelligent eyes. That morning, he woke up before şehzade, and couldn’t help but visit his tent under the guise of Mustafa’s safety, only to spend several minutes studying what little he could see of his beauty in the dark room. He did come to his senses soon and left with neither Mustafa nor his guards the wiser, but the glimpse of şehzade’s peaceful visage and rose-tinged cheeks and lips kept coming back to him at the most inopportune moments.   Regardless, the hunt didn’t seem to mean much to Mustafa at first, and even its soul-rejuvenating effects didn’t last long. In but a week, he was suddenly of even worse disposition than before, and when Taşlicali suggested another small hunt, his face lighted up with something sinister. „Why, of course, Yahya! A day and a night almost alone, solely in the company of my dear friend, must indeed lift my spirits. Go tell captain of the guard to pick four of his best men; we’re leaving tomorrow.“   This time, Mustafa suggested they sneak away from the guards to pursue a roe deer. He did not seem in mood for a lark, but Yahya thought it is perhaps just that the tension his regular existence in the palace was arousing in şehzade hasn’t quite left him yet. Surely, being alone (with Yahya, apparently) should let him enjoy the beauty of nature in peace and relieve this tension, no...? As they were sneaking behind the bushes, watching the roe deer intently, Mustafa suddenly said. „If I remember correctly, we have both been wearing a scarf on our last adventure together.“ „Indeed.“ Taşlicali suddenly winced. „Oh, heavens! I remember now taking one that looked similar, but now that I think about it, not quite like mine. It must’ve been yours, Your Majesty, was it not...? Allah, this is horrible, I swear I did not...“ Mustafa shut him up with a stern glare. „No matter. You’re not to blame for this, I’ve taken yours by mistake first.“ „Oh. Well then... I suppose you wouldn’t want me to disturb our entertainment? I will keep in mind that when we return to the palace...“ „Actually, I wanted to return said scarf to you first.“ said Mustafa, loudly and pointedly, which made the roe flee – but şehzade payed no mind to it anymore. „So I snuck to your room when you weren’t there, hoping to avoid any awkwardness for both of ours sake. You have hidden my scarf very well, Taşlicali, and in searching for it I went trough many an interesting corner of that small space. Including the one bellow your coal basket.“ Yahya furrowed brow in confusion. „Did you find something there, Your Majesty?“ „Very interesting things, Taşlicali.“ He reached behind his belt and revealed a piece of paper he has apparently been hiding there. Mustafa then turned the text on the paper towards Taşlicali. Oh, how I wish I had some of your way with words, my dear soldier! Then perhaps I could’ve written you with the same delightful mastery about my feelings for you; truth be told, I am growing quite bored of repeating „I love you“ endlessly. Alas, this letter of mine will be short, as I have little news and even less thoughts worth sharing, but I know you will be happy to simply remember me, or at least I hope so. It probably would’ve been for me had it not been for your silver tongue and golden quill... Taşlicali went pale. During his relationship with Mihrimah, he doubted many times whether to continue risking his head for a mere courtly romance, and in one such fit of pessimism, he decided to end their flirtation and keep what he planned to be her second-to-last letter – so that it would later not seem like a mere dream that he, soldier and mediocre poet Taşlicali Yahya, was truly loved by sultan’s sun and moon. Next morning, he came to his senses and tried to find the letter with the intention to burn it after all, but could not find it even after hours of searching. Every day since, he alotted at least some time to searching for it, untill he consoled himself with the thought that if he could not find the damn thing in his own room, noone else could even by accident. This seemed to be an unforgivable error in judgement...   Yahya tried to ignore the tremors of his hands and icy river replacing blood in his veins, reign in his panic and consider the options in front of him. He could not deny the authorship of the letter, not to Mihrimah’s own brother, and to beg for mercy would no doubt only compound Mustafa’s disgust with him. No, if there was any chance at all to come out of this alive, he needed to face the truth like a soldier. Mustafa’s eyes were two dark arrows, hitting the hard shell of his heart, cracking it open and letting the rot inside spill out of it. „Do you have a death wish, Yahya?“ Taşlicali bowed his head in shame. „Your Majesty... What I’ve done cannot be forgiven, and I would not dare ask you such a thing. However...“ „However what?!“ „...before my sinful soul leaves my body, I wish you’d hear me out, so that you know what exactly I am guilty of. I am not trying to make excuses, şehzade; on the contrary, I’d like to confess...“ Mustafa raised eyebrows, now as impatient as he was angry. „So have you, or have you not disgraced my sister?!“ He tucked the letter back into the belt and picked up bow and arrows. „You have nothing to gain by lying; just for throwing her honor into question, you have signed your death sentence, which I will execute here and now, as soon as you finally stop talking.“ And with these words, he took a few steps back and posed as if he was to about to raise his bow at any moment.   Taşlicali was suddenly gripped with a strange feeling – some fear, yes, but mostly shame and infinite sadness. Mustafa has given him so much over the past few months, treated him with such genuine affection and interest, and yet here it was, the proof that Taşlicali Yahya never deserved any of it. His sudden coming death was hard to come to terms with, and yet, it was the least Mustafa should’ve punished him with for his foolishness. It wasn’t even a bad death, he thought before opening his mouth for what he was sure were his last words. For how bad could any moment, even one’s last, be if he is graced with the look of Mustafa’s beautiful eyes? „I had reached for her heart with my tongue and quill many, many times, but my body had not touched even a tip of her little finger.“ Mustafa’s anger seemed to discipate somewhat. „You had not even kissed her?“ „No, my şehzade.“ „Why? You must’ve known it would not have made a difference.“ „It might’ve, had her handmaidens told Hürrem sultan. And I had not felt the urge anyway.“ „But you felt the urge to send her love letters?! What kind of a fool you are, Yahya?!“ Yahya lifted his head and shyly looked into Mustafa’s eyes, hoping şehzade won’t take his need to see şehzade‘s beautiful face at the moment of his death for any kind of boldness. „I am a poet, Your Majesty. Forbidden love of an artist to a sultana is one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever beheld – the kind of event that the greatest epics were written about and most esteemed masters of our craft have used as inspiration. So what of it if I see nary a thing about Mihrimah that would’ve made me interested in her as woman, if her inner life remains as unknown to me as it is uninteresting and if I find her, from our admittedly brief and shallow aquitance, not that different from many other women I’ve known in my life? She is a sultana and I a poet. When a chance encounter brought us together and she was interest in continuing our meetings, I could not pass the opportunity should it kill me, regardless of what I might’ve felt or not. Let this be my final words, my şehzade: I did it for the craft.“ Mustafa seemed stunned at first, then burst out laughing. „Oh, and the poems you read me, for those Mihrimah was an inspiration, you say?“ Yahya slowly bowed his head, still in shock. Was he by any chance forgiven now? Mustafa started wiping away tears of laughter. „Then, my friend, I am sorry to say you are not, in fact, dying for the craft, since what I’ve heard from you can scarcely be called that.“ He then put the arrow back into the quiver and bow on his shoulder. „Oh.“ said Yahya, staring at şehzade. He never had the honor to see şehzade laughing, and that, together with seeing Azrael’s veiled face move further away from his and dissapear into the mists of unknown future, suddenly made him smile as well, regardless of the mockery he received. „I am not dying for anything at all, then?“ Mustafa’s laughter slowly discipated, leaving but a smile on his face. „For now... If you left nothing out of your confession and only told the truth, as all good muslims should before meeting our maker.“ He came to Taşlicali and gave him a pat on the back. „I shouldn’t have doubted you. I shouldn’t have...“ His gaze suddenly trailed off into the distance. And Taşlicali, overwhelmed by the prince’s beauty, simply had to say something. „I shouldn’t have given you a reason to doubt me in the first place, my şehzade. I wish I would’ve gotten to know you sooner, so that my esteem of you would’ve prevented what my feeble mind could not.“ „Would it, truly?“ said Mustafa, surprised. „I earnestly think so, my prince, though of course only the allmighty Allah knows for certain. In any case, throughout this spring and summer, my adoration for you has risen a thousandfold and hopefully my ability to resist romantic tomfoolery with it.“ Mustafa was back to his usual, somewhat humorless self, as if his previous fit of mad laughter never happened. „Why? Am I some kind of good influence on you? If you must know, I have done my share of mistakes in this regard...“ „I ended my relationship with Mihrimah sultan out of love for you, my prince.“ said Taşlicali somewhat more impassionately than he perhaps intended. „How come?“ „The matter became known to people outside of us two, and I couldn’t risk getting entangled in some sort of dirty game because of it. So I told her farewell and we neither spoke nor wrote to each other no more.“ Mustafa seemed thoughtful, and somewhat softer than a few moments earlier. „I might’ve been touched, Yahya, had you not admitted earlier that it was all just a lark to you.“ He suddenly turned away from Taşlicali and started walking back to the tent, with Taşlicali in tow. A few seconds later, he added, seemingly deep in thought. „Of course it was. You poets wouldn’t know love from... Ah. Have you ever even been in love, Taşlicali?“ „It’s hard to tell, my prince. Comrades in arms can develop bonds as deep as any marriage, but I don’t think the character of these can be described as akin to romance. It certainly lacks certain... Aspects, but then so does courtly love, if I am not mistaken. Other than my fellow soldiers, I have never loved anybody – maybe my parents, but both died too young for me remember if I did, or anything about them, really...“ Mustafa bared a soulful gaze into Yahya’s eyes. „It is a sad life you led indeed. But somehow I don’t think you missed much, with romance in particullar. I have been in love before and did not find the sweet worth the bitter, though it might well be that I had simply gotten unlucky. Though, mayhaps if I had gotten too lucky, I would’ve ended up like my father, and that also wouldn’t have been good.“ „Well... It seems to make His Majesty happy, at least.“ Mustafa let out a chuckle. „I wish, but even then, I am not sure whether she is worth the trouble she causes to everyone, including our sultan.“   They looked at each other and saw in each other’s eyes such profound understanding that Mustafa, seemingly unable to help himself, pulled Taşlicali into his arms, head leaning against the poet‘s shoulder. Taşlicali, first stiff and frozen in surprise, eventually relaxed and realized how pleasant the feeling is. Even disregarding the peculiar, but undoubtedly precious honor of being hugged by the member of the dynasty, Mustafa held him so tight and yet so gently it made Taşlicali at once fully comprehend the very concept of tenderness – something which he so far have experienced very little of. „I appologize for scaring you like that, Yahya, but you must understand... There was no other way to make you tell the truth. God, I am so sorry. You did not deserve this. You did not deserve my doubt.“ His words made Yahya want to kiss him, somewhere, anywhere, everywhere... But once again his feelings did not get the better of him, and when they went back to the tent, they were able to pretend nothing happened a little longer.   The bubble burst that night. Mustafa invited Yahya over to sleep in his tent, in a cot right next to his. That alone made Taşlicali giddy with happiness – what better music to fall asleep to than prince’s breath? But as soon as they lied down and the tent fell into darkness, Yahya heard a collection of sounds alltogether different from what he expected: first, the shuffle of blankets, then quiet knocks of legs falling onto the floor, another shuffle, then something nigh imperceptible (which, in hindsight, were probably steps of bare feet on the floor of the tent) and finally the same collection of sounds backwards. Before Taşlicali realized what was happening, Mustafa was lying down right next to him, touching him, then embracing. Yahya froze in shock, which seemed to give Mustafa pause. „Yahya?“ he whispered. „Should... Should I move away?“ If anything sinful happens later, Taşlicali thought then, and I say yes to what he’s doing right now, I am going to be complicit. It was a short thought, and very weak – it was easy for it to be suffocated by another, much more prominent one, a rebuttal his conscience had no answer for. He didn’t want to say yes. He wanted to shout it. „Of course not.“   Mustafa breathed out a warm, heavy sigh, burrowing his nose into the nape of Yahya’s neck. Yahya in turn touched Mustafa’s hand, which landed on his belly when he wrapped his arms around Yahya’s waist, and caressed it, so that Mustafa knows he can and should move forward. It truly seemed to have emboldened him, as Mustafa soon planted a first shy kiss onto the bared part of Yahya’s clavicle. He continued up his neck, slightly higher and deeper each time, untill Yahya couldn’t handle it anymore and turned in his arms to kiss him on the lips, deeply and passionately, holding Mustafa’s face with one hand. After a while, all of that kissing, touching and grinding against each other grew from a series of gentle, loving gestures to something darker, as Yahya felt in both his and his new lover’s trousers something truly heinous and unbearable, yet sweet – a rotten fruit of a tactile sensation, truly. For a moment, a little cloud ran trough this unnaturaly bright heaven – to put it simply, fear of being sodomized, but thankfully no such thing occured even at the height of their passion. Instead, Mustafa’s hand slithered down Yahya’s trousers, baring his penis, then touching it so softly and lovingly it made Yahya burrow his head in Mustafa’s embrace and sigh into his chest. Then sighs turned into moans, which then became louder and louder, so much so Mustafa had to turn Yahya on his back like a woman, then cover his mouth (which he did not do with women, hopefully). With the one way trough which it could be even slightly eased blocked, the pressure inside of Yahya rose incredibly quickly, and a few minutes later, only Mustafa’s coarse breath and his own quiet „ah, ah, ah“ underscored the deep, sinful extasy he let flow trough his entire body.   He then suddenly rose, firmly turned Mustafa on his back and did the same his lover did to him, devoid of all the residual shame that might’ve stung him beforehand. They did not talk during (there was no need – as soon as they were established to be in a mutual agreement, there was nothing to add), and afterwards they fell asleep soon after Yahya gave back the pleasure Mustafa had given him. That morning, facing the bright light of day and sanity that came back with it, Yahya felt so ashamed of the previous night that he simply couldn‘t talk about it, and Mustafa seemed satisfied with silence as well. Slowly, it was as if an unspoken understanding was built between them – of what they did, what they felt for each other and their need not to tell a living soul.   From then on, they only ever made love in the woods. Their encounters sometimes differed in the position they found themselves in and the time of day; they actually seemed to do it during the day more often than in the night, sneaking away from the guards into some isolated corner that even wild boar never roamed into. Otherwise, however, each of these cases resembled one another to an unusual degree: few stolen kisses, quick movements of hand, a moment of pleasure and back to reality you go, boys, the reality where you are but a prince and his favourite companion, without any trace of euphemism in Yahya’s aforementioned title whatsoever. Mustafa still visited his harem – infrequently and seemingly with some distaste, but after his second child turned out to be a girl, he needed a son more than ever. He came back to Nergisşah’s mother more often than the others, and for a while seemed charmed by one Rumeysa hatun, but he never liked any of them enough to be called a favourite. After a few years, he stopped spending nights with Ayşe altogether, and Rumeysa ended up dying of smallpox, with Mustafa strangely giving that name to another woman, a girl of low status that had the fortune to get pregnant from only a night or two spent with him. Taşlicali never thought of these women as his competition – Mustafa needed an heir from them and companionship from him, and for a while he thought they could not gave him the latter any more than Taşlicali could’ve given him the former.   But it was a foolish thought. Obviously, a woman need not share a man’s interests in manly pursuits to be a good companion whom he loves and respects – but also, just to prove Yahya wrong further, there was indeed a lady just around the corner that was, in fact, eager and capable in manly pursuits. And that’s when things got interesting.

#magnificent century #şehzade mustafa #taşlicali yahya #mustafa x taşlicali

[hesterias]

tw: death, drinking, depression, suicidal ideations, post-canon

I've been thinking about this a lot - it refuses to leave my mind. Partially inspired by the absolute tear-jerker of a gorgeous story that is Your Graveyard Silence by @werewolfsteve.

Post-S4 story where Steve is absolutely shattered over Eddie's death. He grew close to him during Vecna's campaign, closer than he ever thought possible (or wanted to admit), and he doesn't really know what to do with that. Or how to process his feelings. Because he feels this painful emptiness inside of him, this deep sadness that he can physically feel, as if something was ripped out of his chest (his heart, he later realizes). He grows closer to Dustin and grieves with him in a way he can't with the others. Because they didn't know Eddie; they didn't know him like he did. The sleepless nights where they'd stay awake and admit to each other how scared they really were, away from the kids. The deep talks where they'd tell each other their life stories. The flirty glances. The smiles they had for only themselves. The praise and admiration they had for one another (Steve never really had that before). The dreams that would creep in about Eddie. The way their fingers would naturally reach for each other, like magnets.

Steve grieves because he knows the world lost the brightest light it came to know. He lost the brightest light he's ever come to know. Who's more magnetic than Eddie? No one.

So he starts to visit Eddie's gravestone and just sits there. Thinking. Grieving. Crying. Mourning. Thinking "what if" scenarios that will never come to pass. What if we had more time is his personal favorite but it breaks him every single time. Steve's not much of a drinker anymore but he brings a 6-pack of beer one day, because 6-packs only remind him of Eddie now. And he drinks them all. He's broken and thinks What can beer do to me that hasn't already been done? and starts to make drinking a habit. Every third day he goes to Eddie's gravestone with a 6-pack and just drinks himself to sleep, thinking he can make himself forget that the beautiful boy he grew to love is no longer walking this Earth. And he always wakes up with EDWARD MUNSON staring back at him. Cold, lifeless. Stone.

Until one day, as he's feeling the buzz of four beers inside him lulling him to sleep, he feels a warm hand on his cheek. A touch he's felt before and has craved since. He immediately jerks up and sees Eddie kneeling down, looking at him with soft, worried (gorgeous) eyes. He's so happy he could cry - he does cry. He cries and cries and cries because how could this be? How could he get so lucky? Eddie is there and touching him and talking to him, and he cries. So much. Eddie wipes his tears and talks to him all night - he talks and talks and Steve listens and listens and stares. He can't help it. The last two beers are forgotten, much to Eddie's pleasure. Because seeing Steve slowly destroying himself is like dying a second death. So he'll do anything to stop it, even if it means distracting him (and really, it's not hard to spend time with the boy he's been in love with since he was 14). Eddie runs his fingers through Steve's hair and Steve melts under his touch. He wakes up the next morning, cold and alone. He looks to his side. EDWARD MUNSON stares back at him. He cries.

Steve goes back every night after that and waits for Eddie. He doesn't bring the beer any more. He wants to remember every single moment he possibly can with his boy. And so they do - they spend countless nights together, talking and touching and kissing. Steve makes sure to bring a sweater and blankets now.

After about three months, Eddie starts to feel uneasy. Sad. Heart-broken. He knows he has to stop this; he has to let Steve go. Because his Stevie? He deserves the world. He deserves a normal life, with a normal job, and a normal love. No, a great love. It fucking pains him but he knows he has to let Steve go.

He talks to Steve one night, tells him "You have to move on, sweetheart. I will always be here. Always. But you have so much more to live and experience. You have to go out there and be whole again. I refuse to hold you back." Steve cries and protests and yells, but he eventually understands. He hates it, but he understands. He always does. Steve grabs Eddie and whispers "I'll always love you. I just wish we had more time. I would have given you everything." And Eddie replies, "I know, sweetheart. I will always love you too. I always have. I wish I would have given myself the chance to tell you sooner."

Soon enough, Eddie notices Steve visits less and less. He goes from seeing him every day to seeing him every 3 days, every week, every two weeks. It fucking pains him but he knows it's right. Eventually - close to a year later - he stops seeing Steve altogether. He doesn't see him for years. And part of him is sad, and always will be, but he's happy. Because he knows Steve has moved on with his life. Eddie imagines him having fun in a big, unfamiliar city - living out his dream of being a marriage and family counselor. Getting married. Being loved and loving in return.

Sixteen years later, Eddie is laying on the grass next to his grave, staring up at the stars. He hears footsteps next to him but he doesn't bother to look. There's footsteps near him all the time. He hears a gorgeously familiar voice he could recognize anywhere saying his name: "Eddie." He jerks up and sees Steve - older, more wrinkles, still handsome, still with great fucking hair (and some grey). Steve is... there. Eddie runs to him and slam-hugs him, whispering a furious "Are you real? What?! I missed you so fucking much." Steve just laughs and kisses his hair, wraps his strong arms around him and says "Good. Because this time it's forever." And the weight of those words hit him like a brick and he realizes what Steve is implying. His heart breaks all over again. But then, life fucks everyone over eventually, doesn't it? He doesn't want to ask how, not now. He just hugs this beautiful man he's never been able to stop thinking about and kisses him.

After all, they have forever now.

#i'd write it but i'd break my own heart #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #joseph quinn #joe keery #steveddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #deadheadcanons #steve harrington blurb #steddie blurb #ignore me #me n my thoughts #stranger things season 4 #eddie my love #stranger things #this is my offering #text fic #fic blurb #your honor i adore them #werewolfsteve #i am SORRY\ #hesterias

[denimini]

Time for conspiracy…

I’ve been shipping jikook for 4 years and counting and this is the first time my belief is shaken to a significant level. Jikook has always been weird. I remember when Goldy was still active on her former blog, we used to speculate a lot on their hot and cold interactions. Jikook has always been like that. Smooth sailing for a couple of months and then they just change the vibes for the coming ones. The problem is that jikookers will never agree something is wrong😩😩. They used to attack Goldy then when she speculates that they were on a break or they had a fight. Jikookers place them on a pedestal. Anyone with eyes could see something was off but jikookers wouldn’t listen. The same thing happened last year/ this year. Jikook was weird. Simple!!!. The 2 members that sticks to each other like glue suddenly are not spending time together anymore. Jk began visibly spending time with tae when that had never happened before. People excused it as jimin too busy but I call bullshit. The jimin before 2019 would give up a lot of things to see jk. No matter how busy he was, he would find the time. Jk of the past would have moved heavens to stay with him or find another arrangement that suits them better rather than jm staying with pdogg. It was that intense between them. Tae began to invalidate jimin in jk’s life and that was the biggest clue. Tae would’ve never been brave to keep name dropping jk as he did this year unless something changed between jikook. And Jm wouldn’t have allowed it. We know jimin. He would’ve claimed his man in public no matter the consequence. Jk doing those lives, being sad, crying on live was a clue something was wrong. There were isssues. I saw jikookers claiming ex doesn’t behave like that (I mean the few times they interacted and seemed fine)etc. lol, Jikook behaves like that. It isn’t their first rodeo but jikookers wouldn’t listen because they thought they are perfect. When something was obviously wrong with them in 2020, they kept a front, smiled at each other, touched each other, flirted on camera but something was happening during ON era. So if jikook breaks up, you wouldn’t be aware because they will keep being cordial. Jikookers swore nothing was wrong but it was obvious to those who were not fooled by their bright smiles😩😩. Here is my theory about what happened:

They had issues somewhere in 2022. Simple!!! Their Instagram was another giveaway. Even tkkrs were shocked that they never acknowledged each other. That was how bad it was. They were the only 2 members who avoided themselves as much as possible. They settled on platonic probably around late 2022. He wished Jimin happy birthday and everyone thought things were back to normal. Jimin continued making his album while jk spent time doing whatever he wanted. He spent a lot of time with Tae. Then after jm album promotions was done, they probably agreed to get back together and that is how we got the jikook of today. The leaked video got me thinking about a lot of possibilities and none of it makes me happy:

1. Jk fucked around during their separation time and he just got caught.

2. they were never broken up but they were on agreement to hold up on things and jk stepped out on jm. Don’t say never. Even Beyoncé was cheated on. We don’t know them personally.

3. they are still broken up but trying to get back together hence the New York trip in July

4. They broke up and he stepped out and jm already knows since it’s technically not cheating and now they’re on the path of reconciliation and finally

5.the video is not jk but a smear campaign against him. The theory of them having issues still stand

6. they were in an open relationship and jm gave consent which I doubt because my man is madly in love with jk. None of these possibilities makes me happy especially if it turns out that was jk. Jm would be broken. I say this as someone who is sure they have a thing going on. All in all, I pray it isn’t jk because I don’t want to consider what it means for them. I just want jikookers to forget the notion that ex doesn’t behave like jikook does because jikook do😭😭. When they have issues, jm tries his best to cover it up and present as if nothing is going on. Pls God let it not be jk😩😩😩

Well, I'd say so far it looks like Jungkook, but here me out: it isn't the end of the world! Firstly, we don't know if they were ever together. Second, if they were broken up for months by the time JK started hooking up, then he has every right to. Yeah, it would have probably hurt Jimin but we can't know for sure. Maybe Jimin also had someone in his life? Let's not act like Taekookers and turn him into a victim when we don't know anything.

I think points 3 and 4 are the most logical ones. I don't think them being in an open relationship is very feasible. They both strike me as very jealous, in or out , type of people and I don't see them liking to share.

That being said, if something along the lines of point 3 or 4 is going on, this is their business. If they're both ready to put the past behind (possible other partners included), then this is their business.

I believe it is very important to keep some distance from the whole thing and not take it personally. In those lines of thought, we should be able to discuss all different scenarios and not move like a cult, saying "all is marry and happy all the time".

Considering this, I'm curious about you guys' thoughts on Jm possibly not spending time with Jk on his bday? What are your thoughts on this?

#kookmin #jikook #jimin #jungkook

[artsyfangirl]

Moth!Y/n: :) they said they needed me for a plan greater then I.

The EggHeads: PLEASE TAKE THEM! KILL US TOO WE HATE IT!!

The egos: what. did. you. do.

Moth!Y/n: whattttttttt! Just because my wings are fragile doesn’t mean i should act like it!

God damn it. I had an entire thing and it somehow got deleted. Oh well.

Moth!Y/N is a bitch (affectionately, at least, on mine and the Egos’ part) and the Actor is proud. He’s crying. And moaning dramatically about how they’re taking after/imitating him.

Speaking of which. How’s he still alive? This is nothing like the original post because I’m irritated with Tumblr so I can’t do good like I did before. But.

Ever since we started this DSMP Egos x Reader thing, I’ve always imagined that everything is the same, just that the events from the Markiplier Connected Universe happened in the DSMP in the past.

So all of the characters abide by the three life system to some degree or another. So what’s up with the Actor?

Hell, he couldn’t have gone to the party because all of his lives would’ve been gone. Unless those deaths didn’t count. We know that the Actor’s soul had nowhere to go, and subsequently he either made the choice to, or was forced, back into his body. It would make sense if the life system didn’t count those deaths, which would explain how his body carried the marks of those deaths, but he was still able to make it to the party.

But then, how did he die? He would’ve respawned. Unless his first two lives had already been taken. Unless he had already died twice, outside of the manor.

Which then brings us to the DA and Abe.

I can see Abe having lost his first two lives on the job, especially because we know for a fact that he went through many partners, who, in his own words, ‘each one suffered a fate more gruesome than the last’. So there’s lots of room for him to have lost two lives.

But the DA? Sure, I can see them having an accident during childhood or something that killed them, especially from the way Damien talks to them, which suggests that the DA is a mischievous, perhaps even adventurous person. But going forward from that, they would’ve been careful. They didn’t want to die again.

So how? Sure, they were a major political figure in the town, but they only became a threat to the other campaigns once they and Damien’s campaign started to pull ahead. They only became a threat to those who would oppose Damien’s seat as mayor after the two had won the election and been instated.

And we know that the gap between them winning the election and the party isn’t long. Sure, the people at the party know the two as the Mayor and his DA, but the way they address Damien and the DA using their titles, and the way that Damien himself talks to the DA, suggests that it’s something new, that they recognize and respond to those titles, but that they haven’t gotten used to it yet.

Which means the party happened not long after they won the election. Which doesn’t give much, if any, time for the DA to lose their second life.

Speaking of which, does this mean that Celine had to actively fight against the forces of Death (aka Mumza’s magic) to carve out a space in the void for herself and Damien? Because if so, that is so badass.

And what about Wil? He had to have lost at least one life during his time in service, since we know he took part in an actual war. So then, how does this tie to him now?

Well, what if part of why Wil’s so violent is because he only has one or maybe two lives left? Because he knows that he has enemies, and he knows that he’s not immortal. Despite his reality bending abilities, he’s not invulnerable.

What if it’s part of why he responded to the events of WKM the way he did? Maybe he thought back to the war and the times he thought he’d lost a comrade, only for them to be in one piece, alive. Maybe this, in his delirium, made him think that it was all a prank? If past experiences had indeed led to him discovering his lost ones were alive, why wouldn’t he think so again, when in such a fragile mental state?

Sorry it devolved into speculation. I think this is actually shorter than the original.

#egos x reader #jacksepticeye egos x reader #septic egos x reader #markiplier egos x reader #courtesy of writer

[jimimn]

Yes, I know. I don't feel that emptiness yet because I still have so much to catch up on but I know the feeling. Actually, I usually feel like that when an album drops and I listen to all the songs, watch the mv and then it hits me... Now what? Like I have been waiting for this, I was hyped for this with promo and teasers, and then it drops, I listen to it, and then... Then what. Obviously the promo starts again/continues but during those few hours between the album dropping and the first next promotion, I do feel that emptiness. Especially with a bias, it would feel a bit different I think? I was the most excited for Jimin since he is THE™ bias for me, and that emptiness really hit me after I listened to everything. I imagine that's also why you might feel like this? And it's not pathetic <3 I think it's nice that you find your source of happiness in them, and that they can make your day better <3 They do the same for me and I'm always so grateful that even on the days when I'm either crying or want to cry all day because of my anxiety or chronic headaches, they can still make me smile and feel a bit better.

Someone on twitter said the same thing, that it'll be bts vs bts and there was a reply that they are not even gonna be at award shows because they'll all be in military and I was like BOO 😭😭 stop reminding us of that. 💔

I ordered my album through a group order because I will not be paying for weverse shipping 😭 so I obviously couldn't apply for the raffle since I wasn't the one ordering, but I told my sister that even if I could apply and even if I won, I still wouldn't call him 😭 Like Jimin I love you to the moon and back but I will not be getting on a phone call with you. I wouldn't even know how to act, let alone what to say. 😭

Oh no why would you read the lyrics too 😭😭😭 Jimin truly deserves everything. And I will ever understand people who campaign for more more more. We always see just how fucking much they work for everything. He's literally lying on the practice room floor... It breaks my heart every time he talks about his muscle pain, which he had again during the dance practice... I will never forget that conversation between him and his trainer/medical person in one of the docus... As long as he is in this line of work, he will continue to have these problems. And it just breaks my heart because Jimin is a * dancer *. And his body can't handle him being a dancer. And I will never get over this, because one day he will have to say that it's too much for him, one day even he has to admit that he can't do it anymore. And I'm terrified that it's going to be sooner than he would like to admit it. I really don't want to sound like those people who always pretend to know what's best for them and manage them... I just really really feel bad for him every time he talks about this. He lived with this condition for years, and it'll probably get worse and I just hate it. He is a dancer with a body that can't handle dancing.

Anyway I didn't want to make myself sad but I always do akandndjsns at least I got Jikook holding hands for 13 hours today 💔 So yeah, I just wanted to say that he already works a LOT. And we know Jimin, he always gives his 613%. And that is exactly why he deserves every single praise and award and achievement. And hopefully more of those will come in the future 💜

(ps. Mang is so fucking cute 😭😭😭 now I want a Mang plushie 😭) -🦋

adding read more just because <3

For me I think that part is the most exciting because I keep listening to the songs and keep getting to know the song more (melody, lyrics, adlibs, etc) and then read the theories and see people point out some part of the song that they thought was so good and then to listen to the song and pay more attention to the part that the person mentioned, all of that small stuff, it makes me feel really excited. It's the time after when everything's over that I feel empty. So yeah like it can be different for every one. After Yoongi's album drops we dive straight into the tour a week later so I'm really glad that I'll have something to hang onto. I really really hope they have atleast one day for online streaming because I NEEEEED to see him one way or another 😭😭😭😭😭 I hope they have the show on 29th livestreamed because that'll be a holiday for me 😭 pls manifest ok? 😭 oh and same, although this has happened a lot of times now but last year I was just about to have a huge breakdown because of something at work and I was super anxious and on the verge of a horrible breakdown but jimin posted the picture that is my icon now and just like that I was smiling and my anxiety reduced by a LOT not even kidding 😭

HELLLOOOOO why would they say that 😭😭😭 no m******y talks in this household 😭😭😭😭😭 i really hope they go after the award season tho 😭 If they go on Feb 2024, they'll come back probably September 2025 😭😭😭😭

Omg right... In my three years of stanning I JUST started posting on weverse and commenting on their lives like two weeks ago. I would NOT be able to handle a fancall i would not be able to show my face to jimin fjdkhffkrkhdkdk. Me and my friend joke about how we would probably walk in the opposite direction if we were to ever see bts in the wild (as in like at a restaurant in some foreign land or sth) fhfkjdkrkd.

I read the lyrics too bc i like hurting myself i guess 🥲🥲🥲 oh and I know right. I saw people being unsatisfied with Jimin's promotion, like hell did you see how hard he worked???? how much he gave us???? he gave us so many performances so much content 😭 just stfu and let him rest now 😭 people don't realise that they are insulting them when they say these things. It has been repeatedly said that they are themselves planning everything so why would you complain and want them to put in even more work than they already are? they are giving us their best 😭 It broke my heart into pieces when hobi said at the end of his docu that it bothered him when people said his promotions weren't enough. Just made me so incredibly sad. And yeah god jimin's muscle pain, broke my heart seeing how exhausted he was. He worked so so so hard 😭 Stayed even after the dancers left to perfect his steps. Yoongi himself said he saw jimin practice a lot 😭 and then people just mindlessly ask for more .. ugh anyway I don't want to get into this further it makes me really mad and sad 😭

JIKOOK <33333 you won't believe but when last week during the live jimin said that jungkook came to see him practice, i hoped for a second that maybe if we could get the practice video, but we've never usually gotten that unless it's for a concert or something. So I shrugged the thought that maybe we won't. But then when i saw the notification yesterday i was like omg what if 😭😭😭😭😭😭 and when i saw jungkook i squealed bc yayyy my wishes just came true fhkfhfjrhrjd. they just really need the slightest chance to hold hands don't they 😔😔😔 still waiting for them to hang out and for jungkook to make his ramyeon recipe for jimin 😔 waiting for that live notification 😔 (this is just wishful thinking btw I'm not being serious abt this .......... or .... hahahahahamaybeiam ) and yep same, i hope he gets everything that he deserves in return for the hard work that he put in 🥺 (RIGHHHTTTT MANG IS A REAL CUTIEEEE 😭😭😭 the heart shaped smile has all my heart <3333)

(also, and please don't take this any other way, I'm running a little anxious since the past few days and answering long asks is getting a little more overwhelming than usual, so I won't be able to do it for a while. I absolutely love talking to you but it'll be difficult for me to answer long asks while I'm feeling this way [and why I'm feeling this way is in no way related to your asks okay please don't misunderstand 😭] I hope you understand. But screaming about stuff is always welcome in my inbox 🥺)

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