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two-white-butterflies · 11 months

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you're losing me (four) | am. targaryen and j. velaryon

Description: The awkward family and friends dinner continue. Rhaenyra tries to prod deeper into your relationship with her brother. Rating: General Audiences Author's Note: I didn't expect this series to last longer than 3 installments. Might reach longer than 5 or 7, but I'll keep the chapters light. part three

Jace watches as the waiters began to serve their food. It was gourmet of course, prepared solely for the guests' enjoyment. You couldn't help but feel out of place - an imposter crawling into the inner circles of the upper echelon. "I'm vegan, I'm sorry - I can't eat this." you whisper, declining the wagyu steak in front of you. It looked delicious, but there was no way in hell that you were eating meat.

"Really? Aemond was the one who confirmed the meal samples?" Rhaenyra raised her voice, saddened since she was the one that planned the party. "Oh, he didn't know." you smile, and the waiter places the food back on the tray. "How long have you known each other?" Jace speaks, swirling the wine on his glass.

The first thing that couples do before knowing each other - is going on a date, and if you've been on a date with him countless of times - wouldn't Aemond know about your certain likes or dislikes?

"A year." Aemond answers, flashing you a sorry smile. " - and you can have my food, it doesn't have any meat." he smiles, quickly placing his plate on your table-mat. "Thank you." you mumble, and he motions for the waiter to bring the steak back and to give it to him.

Jacaerys' eyebrows raised in intrigue. A year and his uncle knew nothing about you. Aemond didn't know that your eyebrows bumped into each other when you were worried. He didn't know that your favorite game was Mario Kart even though you sucked at it. He was losing you to a man that hardly knew you - and he could do nothing but watch. "Where did you meet?" Lucerys pipes, realizing that drama was about to go down.

"At a hotel room garden," Aemond smiled - staring at you with stars in his eyes. He looked at you with all the warmth that he could muster. He was a magnetic force of a man. "I wanted to grab a picture for Helaena, but she grabbed my heart." he placed a hand on your chair, a coy smile on his face.

Alicent smiles at the both of you - a look of adoration on her face. Her son has fallen in love with a wonderful woman. "When are you getting married?" she inquired, joyous at the thought of grandbabies. "Soon, somewhere around May or August." you answered. You were staring deep into his eyes - convincing yourself that you were doing this to free yourself from debt, and that you weren't actually in love with Aemond Targaryen. "This year?" Jace choked.

"Of course, the good ones never wait." Aemond smirked.

Jace finally has you alone.

You were standing on the balcony - with another glass of wine on your hand. The dress that you were wearing was slightly wrinkled, the ring on your finger was beginning to slip. He knows that this is the only chance that he'll be given - and he's taking it.

"Are you sure?" he opened his mouth, leaning on the balcony rails. This wasn't how he imagined it to turn out - you were his sacred new beginning, his sweet nothing, but now - you were his hoax.

"Sure about what?" you asked with a hoarse voice.

What the fuck did you get into?

"My uncle." he responded plainly, looking for something hidden in your eyes. Was it too far gone to bring back to life? Did you win the battle but lose the war? "He's the only thing I'm sure of nowadays, Jace." you answer - he could hear a tinge of sadness in your voice. You were hiding something and it wasn't his place to ask any questions. He takes a deep breath.

His biggest regret - standing in front of him. "I'm sorry," he apologized - and your eyebrows merged into each other. "Sorry for what?" you asked, playing with the rim of the glass. "I'm sorry for chasing fame - when I should've been happy with what I had. In another life, maybe - I'll love you, and you'll still love me back." he chuckled, slowly walking out of the balcony - completely oblivious of the man leaning on the door and eavesdropping on your conversation.

scammerui streets are saying that aemond targaryen (new dad) and j*ce velaryon are related. 😄 Y/N is a family hopper? IDGAF I STILL SUPPORT HER #SueMe

arthurmenchie: If my bf was related to a hot/rich/tall specimen like aemond targaryen, i'd family hop too 😳 also @ynwebster confirm this boo. - ynwebster: (source, wikipedia but put into terms that we can understand) Aemond is J*ce's uncle, they're related through his mom (Rhaenyra Targaryen) xxx ynwebster OUT

Aemond smiled at you with a drunken stare. He was evidently tired from all of the mingling and talking, but he still managed to escort you into the safety of his car. There was silence between the both of you. None daring to move or make a sound. He slumps on the backseat. Popping a small mint into his mouth.

You help him unbutton his suit, freeing his chest from the tightness. His smile deepens - staring deep into your eyes. "You're my best friend." he states - slurring though his words due to the amount of wine that he consumed. Your eyes widen slowly. He was in love. The drunken smile continues to paint his mouth, until he falls asleep on the drive home.

(your first name): here's to forever and more.

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jacintarobinhood: "I wanna teach you how forever feels like," is not for Jack-in-a-box because it's for Aemond now 😭 - bananashake44: You mean Aemond Targaryen; born in Nairobi, Kenya who beat Jacaerys for the spot as President of Fire and Blood Corporations using equal machinery Aemond Targaryen? 🤘🏽 - technobrat61: I think you mean, Aemond Targaryen who was raised in Monte-Carlo and founder of his own corporation Aemond Targaryen. 💪🏽😳 - (your first name): is there a meme about him now? i don't get it

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silent-raven13 · 8 months

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Where did you get that tattoo, luv?

Hobie relaxed on his bed playing his guitar enjoying making a song for his band. When his best friends, Karl and Riri aren't fighting nazis, and fascist assholes, they go to their underground concerts. It's the best way to fully enjoy the "punk" experience. Whatever that means? It's the best way to enjoy freedom and expression from this bullshit world.

Then his Spicer Society Smartphone ding, he took the specially made phone t to look at it. There's a message from Gwen.

Spder So-City Messages

Gwendy: Hey, you wanna hang out with me and Pav?

Hobs: Sure. What are we gonna do?

Gwendy: Hmm 🤔 Not sure! I'm thinking we can hang out in my world then maybe meet up with Miles... if he's not busy.

Hobie: Oh! I need to check up on him.

Gwendy: Alright. Ask him if he's down to hang out later!

Hobie quickly went on his contacts seeing the first person to pop up, his Sunflower.

Hobie: Hello, luv. Wyd?"

Sunflower💖: Heyy bae!

Sunflower💖: I'm spending the day with Ganke, we're going to Anime Con! ヾ( ˃ᴗ˂ )◞ • *✰

Hobie pouts, his jealousy is getting the best of hi again. It's not that he has an issue with Ganke, the problem is everyone thinks those two are a couple instead of HIM and Miles. It's always bother him when he sees those two together and random people make positive comments about them.

Oh, you two look so cute together.

OMG, ya'll make a perfect pair.

Awe, ya'll so fierce together!

Can I say ya'll look so gooood together!

There's no words to express how upset Hobie gets when he hears their fucking comments. It's annoying, bothersome, and- DAMN, his jealous couldn't handle it.

What's worst, when he bud in those conversation, the random person would look in shock for the moment. They seem a bit disappointed to find out Miles isn't dating Ganke! What. The. Fuck!

It seems that Miles' best friend is more liked, because he's a handsome fellow. Hobie never felt insecure about his looks before, nor did he care about how others see him, but seeing the love of his life being praised with another man just boils his blood.

For now, he wants his Miles to enjoy themselves.

Hobie: Alright, luv. Have fun 💖 Later, do you want to hang out with me, and the gang?🥹

Sunflower💖: Sure! ☺️ How does 7pm works?

Hobie: Perfect! 🥰

Sunflower💖: Love u! 😘

Hobie: 🥰 Luv u 2!

Hobie left it at that, he got up from the bed to change. When he went to Gwen's world to hang out with her and Pav, he saw them busy on their Smartphone. "Hey, Hobs! Glad you can make it! What's the word with Miles?" Gwen asked being happy to see her punker friend.

"He's free around 7pm. So, what's the plan?" Hobie asked, having one hand in his jeans.

The three were wearing their Spidey suit underneath their basic clothing. Luckily for Gwen, her spider-woman suit is mostly black around her legs, so she wears a casual shirt and jacket with her blue converse. It's an easy fit for her. Hobie always dressed in his punk outfits entwine with his spider-man suit. For Pav, he wore a colorful pink overalls having one strap unlatched for the asymmetrical look and underneath is bright yellow long sleeve shirt.

"I'm thinking we try the escape room! Then, maybe go look at this Hello Kitty store Pav been wanting to go and try this vegan burrito place. They use walnut meat and cashew sour cream!" Gwen explained the plan.

"Hello Kitty?" Hobie asked, looking at Pav.

"She's cute! And i was hoping to look at their designs of Cinnamoroll! In my world, that cute bunny has gold and white colors!" Pav explained.

"Have you ask Miles if he's down to hang out later?" Gwen asked Hobie.

"Yeah, he's busy with Ganke..." He grunts with a slight eyeroll.

The two glanced at each other knowing Hobie is jealous of Ganke for being closed with Miles. Not only that, when Miles was single, he and Ganke would always pretended to be boyfriends to avoid any strangers from asking them out.

They got so used to it they forget they're friends at times. One time, Miles kissed Ganke at a party so casually and his friend wasn't shock instead he wrapped his arm around Miles' waist like it they were a couple. Talk about being super platonic with your best friend. What was worst? Hobie was at that party watching the whole thing, granted he wasn't with Miles, but that didn't stop him from being upset about it. The poor punker got so drunk, he broke down in tear in front of Gwen and Pav. It was an emotional roller coaster!

"Oh they went to that Anime convention? I think I saw a photo of them dressing up together." Pav took out his Smartphone to look through his Spder So-City app to find the picture, "I think they were doing One Piece this time!"

"Right, I remember last year they did Boku no Hero Academia." Gwen said out loud, "Miles was this green guy called... Dino?"

"Deku." Pav corrected. "And Ganke dressed up Eraser Head."

"Who?" Gwen asked, "Sorry, I don't know much on this stuff... only Sailor Moon!"

"Really? I thought you watch anime!" Pav spoke out loud being confused. "You were saying yes to Miles when he brings up certain episodes!"

"I lied... I forget about the shows he mentions. He watches so much with Ganke, and he recommends anime shows with hundred plus episodes! I can only handle twelve episodes!"

"But Sailor Moon has a lot of episodes?"

"Okay, I watch Sailor Moon as a kid, and some episodes here and there. I didn't see the whole thing." Gwen gave a sheepish grin at Pav.

"YOU MEAN TO TELL ME I'M THE ONLY ONE WATCHING WHAT MILES RECOMMENDED?" The wavy haired nineteen year old shouted out while having his smartphone in his hand.

"Yyyu-uh-up!" The blond twenty year old nodded with a weak smile.

"I don't even know any of this stuff you mates are talking about. I know, One Piece, Samurai Champloo, and Demon Slayer..."

"It's because you go to his place and sees him watching those?" Pav asked having to eye on his punker friend. Hobie never seems to like watching television during his free time, so he would watch with whoever is watching.

"Yea, Sunflower always watch the telly." He answered, "At first, I didn't care about One Piece, and got a bit confused about it- but after a few episodes I get it."

"Anime." Pav corrected, "You don't want the fans to curse you out! And it is the best! In my world, the anime is a bit different, but the color schemes!" He check his phone, "Oh, Miles is Zoro and Ganke is Luffy."

He shows them the photo of Miles in a the first Zoro outfit with the bandana tied on his upper left arm, and holding three fake swords. Then Ganke dressed up as Luffy's outfit with a painted red X on his fitted chest.

"Damn, Ganke got jacked up!" Gwen's eyes widen, she didn't remember Miles' friend to be so muscular.

Hobie's eyes were fixated on how Miles and Ganke were giving a big side hug, with their smiles on their faces. It bothers him. The description on Miles' photo said 'My Captain! 🫡' Did Miles really had to write that?

"Dude, I know. I never thought his friend would be sooo.... hot?" Pav admits, then cover his mouth slowly turning an annoyed Hobie, "Sorry, Hobie. I didn't mean it like that!" Then his brown eyes went back on screen looking at Ganke's abs.

"Pav, your drooling..." Gwen giggles having to nudge her friend's sides. "Careful before Gayatri finds out your window shopping."

"No, I was just admiring his straw hat!" Pav hides his blush.

"Let's go." The punker mutters having to kicking a random can from the roof. The other two stood quiet having to bite their tongue from their jealous punker. It's not good when he get one of those moods.

So when they spend their times hanging out in Gwen's world, Hobie was mostly being gloomy, or stare off to distance. During the escape room, Hobie was busy on his smartphone looking at photos of his Sunflower with Ganke.

One photo of them taking a pose with other people, which wasn't too bad. But the next slide was a video of Miles recording himself with Ganke behind him sticking his tongue out.

"At Anime NYC!" Miles said making a peace sign while walking with Ganke.

"Oh my gawd, can we get a photo you two looks so good together!" A young woman cosplay as Kiki from Kiki Delivery Service, then another groups dressed up as Naruto characters, and Attack on Titan cosplayers and so on.

"OMG are you two a couple!"

"Yeah, you two look so perfect as ZoLu!"

"Yeah! You guys look so cute together!"

Hobie's spider-man strength crack his Smart-phone screen being too damn jealous. "Grr..." He growls lowly as he watch his boyfriend nervously laughing it off while Ganke arms around his neck. The disrespect!

"Uhhh, Hobs... you can't use your phone in here." Gwen said slowly seeing the punker not caring about the rules.

Pav being busy solving a puzzle, "Gwen! Hobie! Help me! I'm so confused with this family tree! Jessica's is the step-mother of the granddaughter Sally and twin of Martha, but-but who is she to John, the owner of the house!" He got all panicked and confused by this difficult puzzle.

"Hobie, come on! We're supposed to have fun." Gwen said with a sigh, "Are you really getting jealous over Ganke, again?" She went to help Pav with the puzzle.

Hobie scowls shoving his phone back in his pocket, "Gwendy, you don't understand! They get too close." He quickly solve the puzzle, "And Johnie boy is Jessica's uncle! Why is it everyone sees them as a couple, but if it's me? They look surprised!" A random door open having Pav to go in to solve the next puzzle.

"Well, it's because you and Miles are different from styles and personalities!" Pav pointed out, "Look at you being tall, wearing all black and spikes. Then you got sunshine Miles wearing Jordans and gym wear looking like athlete. Ganke dresses like him or a bit preppy, but they fit together."

"And they are comfortable being with each other, they dorm together four like four years." Gwen pointed out. "Make sense they are so used to each other." Gwen was able to solve the puzzle in the other room along with Pav.

Hobie growls lowly, "And what about me? I know, him the same amount of time. Yet, people look at us as if we're just friends! It's fucking annoying!" Then his phone ding when Miles Spder So-City gets a new post. He was about to check when Gwen stops him.

"Dude, can we finish this first then you can be on your phone?

Hobie sighs, leaving his phone in his pocket. "Fine." Gwen and Pav tries to make his mood as they finished up the escape room. They ended up winning with five minutes left.

After the game, they went to the Hello Kitty store Pav wanted to go, and he ended up buying a big Cinnamoroll. Hobie was on his phone looking at pictures of Miles and Ganke eating ramen and sushi, then photos of them sharing each other food from their chopsticks.

The next slide it was a quick video.

"How does that taste?" Miles asked letting Ganke take a bite of his sushi from his chopsticks.

"It's good. Wanna try my ramen?" Ganke fed his best friend with his spoon filled with ramen .

"Sure!" Miles took the spoon in his mouth and smiles, "Mmm, so good." He happily eats, "I should've order that."

"Wanna switch?"

"Sure! You liked my sushi more, huh?"

"Yeah." Ganke chuckles as they switch their foods. The people in the background awed at them being cute.

Even the waiter said, "You guys are so cute being together. I'm rooting for your relationship!" The two only look at her with an awkward smile.

Hobie bites his bottom lip being very upset. "Count to ten, Hobie. It's just them enjoying themselves to eat." Pav peaks, "That's cute they share their food." He hugs his big stuffed Cinnamoroll being overjoy with his purchased.

"Sharing food from each other spoons and chopsticks is normal with best friends?" Hobie snapped at Pav already annoyed.

"Hobies, chill. Just talk to Miles about how you don't like how touchy feeling him and Ganke are." Gwen said having to pat her wavy haired friend, "Don't take it out on us, sheesh."

"Sorry, mate." Hobie said to Pav, he shoves his phone back into his pocket, "I'm just on edge."

"Hobie, it's okay. I know how much you care about Miles." Pav smiles at him not being bothered by Hobie's attitude. The three continue their hang out until it was time to meet up with Miles.

They were inside the Vegan burger joint since Gwen wanted to try it. Hobie's eyes on the main entrance, then Miles came in wearing a different outfit. His dark eyes soften when his Sunflower smiles at him, then he noticed a bandage on his left arm.

"Hey bae!" Miles went up to his boyfriend to kiss him.

"Luv, what happen to you?" Hobie asked being concerned by his arm then noticed something, "You got another tattoo?"

"Yeah, I did! You didn't see my So-City post?" His boyfriend saw Gwen and Pav, "Hey guys, sorry I'm late. I had to change out of my costume and take Ganke home."

"Luv, when did you get a tattoo?" Hobie asked being a bit surprised.

Miles smiles happily, "Me and Ganke got matching tattoos together. It's our friendship anniversary today, so we wanted to do something together!" Unaware of the dark jealous look from Hobie.

"What? No way, what kind did you two get?" Pav asked being in shock.

"Matching tattoos? Isn't that what couples do? Ain't that a curse?" Gwen glanced over seeing Hobie quiet.

Miles explained, "A lot of people get tattoos with their close friends. Me and Ganke been wanting to get one since he got his first tattoo! So we thought long and hard, and realized we're both One Piece nerds. So we got an X as a symbol of our friendship and loyalty for each other!" His honey-brown eyes soften being so happy, "He's my best friend."

"Awe, that's so cute." The wavy haired teenager puts his hands on his cheeks being so awestruck.

Hobie stood quiet before he decided to walk away. "Bae, where you going?" Hearing Miles' voice.

"I'm gonna take a smoke break." He mutters lowly.

"Let me come with you-" Hobie stops him, "No, Miles. I want to go alone." He walk outside of the restaurant.

Miles frowns hearing his boyfriend sounding upset. "What's wrong with him?" He asked his other two friends.

Hobie inhale his cigarette feeling the nasty bitter tar taste dragging on his tastebuds. Been awhile since he smoke, he rarely smoke cigarettes these days since he got with Miles. He sighs feeling like a fool for getting so worked over his boyfriend's tattoo. Why does he feel so challenged with Ganke?

He hear the front door opening, "I told you I want to be alone, Sunflower." He finally said, hearing his boyfriend's footsteps.

"Gwen and Pav told me you were upset about me spending the day with Ganke." Miles went up to him, his arms wrapping around Hobie's left arm trying to comfort him. "Baby, do you hate it when I'm with him?"

"I dunno." He mutters.

"But you got so upset when I mentioned I got a tattoo with him! Hobie, me and Ganke are just friends!"

"Friends who hug each other all the time? Friends, who share chopsticks and food? Friends who get matching tattoos?" Hobie snapped then stops himself when he saw his boyfriend's eyes widen at him. "Sorry, luv... I am. That's why I wanted to be alone."

"Hobie, me and Ganke are friends! A lot of people are close with their friends. We just vibe that way."

"Sunflower, I know you and him are friends, but I get jealous over it. I think it's because he's better for you." Hobie sighs being upset, "I'm just a bloke with-" Miles grab his face to kiss him, Hobie's dark eyes widen from shock as he felt his Sunflower's kiss him so passionately.

When Miles pull away his tongue slip out of Hobie's mouth, then he gave a hard bite on his partner's bottom lip. The punker winced from the sudden bite his partner made, he blinks when his boyfriend glared at him. "I hate when you talk so badly about yourself. I love you, Hobie. Me and Ganke are just friends nothing more, man. Tsk, you're acting stupid, but you're my jealous stupid man!" He kisses Hobie again to comfort those bottom bite lip.

His boyfriend pulls the nineteen year old into a deeper kiss. "Luv," Hobie pulls away, "I still wish you asked me about having a tattoo. I'm jealous you two have matching tattoos."

"Huh! But I got two tattoos about you, baby!" Miles puff his cheeks.

Hobie kisses his boyfriend this time with more hunger, more need that made Miles' face heated. The punker's larger hands cupping his little Sunflower as they tongue kissed. He mutter lowly, "I don't like sharing you, luv."

"Hmm," Miles pinches his boyfriend's cheek making him winced again, "You ruined the kiss by being too possessive, mi amor. You still have a lot to learn about controlling your jealousy! It's cute when you kiss me like this but you putting yourself down is pissing me off."

"Luv, you love it when I'm like this." Hobie chuckles.

"Hmph, you got mad over a tattoo. I'm not removing it and Ganke is my best friend. You're gonna have to learn!" Miles huffed, "Over a simple tatt-" Hobie kisses him again, "I like it when your like this."

"Dummy!" Miles frowns, playfully hitting his boyfriend's shoulder, "You always gotta be the jealous type." Hobie picks him up with a smile on his face making him blush, "See I like this, but not when you're trying to get delusional about me and Ganke. It's weird, man. It's like me getting jealous over you and Karl. You don't see me going on my phone checking where you're at all the time?" He puff his cheeks again being annoyed.

"You're cute when you're mad at me, Sunflower." He leans over to nose rub his boyfriend's nose, then picks him up letting Miles' legs wrap around his waist. "I would it if we get matching tattoos."

"No," Miles huffs, "Those are curses. I rather let you give me a tongue piercing."

"That can be arrange. I always wanted you to get one." Hobie purrs in his boyfriend's ear, "You'll look sexy with it."

"Bad! I'm already sexy, bae." Miles pinches his cheeks again, "Always ruining the moment!" He playfully smirk on his face. "You play too much."

"I want your attention. You left me all alone today, luv."

"So?"

"I need you, my darling!"

"You're so clingy! Now put me down."

"No!" Hobie carries his boyfriend back inside the restaurant, "This is payback for leaving me."

"Hobie!"

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storiesbyrhi · 1 year

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Angel of the First Degree - Chapter 16: Fireworks

Eddie Munson x Chubby!Reader 4459 words Series Masterlist

Warnings: Anxiety; fatphobia including internalised; drug use; bullying; body issues; discussion of body function and fluids; period shame/stigma; disclosure of sexual assault (chapter 2); disordered eating and thoughts of food; shitty/abusive/critical parents; porn magazines; smut; reference to suicide (specifically Virginia Woolf’s); no beta; grief/mourning; verbal fighting; meat (turkey)… for the vegans; warnings updated each chapter

Synopsis: When Eddie Munson finds you in the midst of a panic attack, it is the beginning of something. A fic featuring body and sex positivity, Eddie in a dress, soft small moments, scary big truths, and all the usual special feelings you’d expect from one of my stories.

Chapter Summary: 1986 comes to an end, and Dustin just wants a beer.

Author’s Note: I remind you that this story has no beta, so forgive typos if ye will.

“That’s a very specific question from someone not currently enrolled,” the voice on the other end of the line said. He wasn’t amused, perhaps annoyed at the perceived misuse of his time.

“I know, but my-”

“Yes, you said,” he interrupted, then sighed. “There is a precedent. A student can petition to change the allowances of a scholarship. It happens on a case-by-case basis,”

“Yeah?” To Eddie, it felt like a win. “And, ah, how does that… process… start? What would the student have to do?”

Eddie had his pen and paper ready.

…

“Why is Gareth taking me?” you asked.

“Because he’s secretly your favourite,” Eddie replied nonchalantly.

“You’re my favoruite,”

“Well, yeah. Besides me. And, I got some shit I gotta do.”

He meant deal drugs but he used to be so much less secretive about it. You wanted to ask him more questions. You wanted to tell him that he used to be so much less secretive about it. But those thoughts were totally at odds with your ‘pretend everything is fine’ psyche. Ultimately, you trusted Eddie. If he wasn’t telling you where he was going, you probably didn’t want to know anyway.

Eddie dropped you off at Gareth’s house, where you hugged the red flannel-clad boy on the sidewalk and kissed his cheek. It made him blush and glance at Eddie nervously. Eddie just grinned at his friend and ruffled his fluffy hair.

Eddie pulled you into a hug and tucked a twenty dollar bill into your back pocket. “You two kids have fun, yeah?” he joked, getting back into his van.

You turned to Gareth. “What do you know?”

“What?” he squeaked.

“How come it feels like you’re babysitting me? Why’s Esther busy today too?”

Gareth was unprepared for your interrogation. He shrugged, hesitating. “I don’t know, man… Eddie said you’re throwing a party. I said he better get the good fireworks,”

“Right… But why isn’t he taking me?”

“He has shit he’s gotta do…” Gareth looked at the ground and then back up. “Also the guy that sells them is… weird. Like imagine Dustin if he was fifty and had spent time in jail and also thinks aliens are coming,”

“Dustin does think aliens are coming,”

“Yeah, well. He’s weird. Eddie freaks him out,”

“Why?”

Gareth sighed. “I don’t know! You ask him why when we get there. Maybe you guys can bond over being super paranoid.”

You playfully pushed his shoulder and walked up the driveway. “Whatever. I get to pick the music.”

…

Eddie parked down the street a little and waited. If routine was anything to go by, your father would be at work, but it was the holidays, so he needed to stake it out to make sure. Coming face to face with that man would only lead to carnage.

Eddie caught sight of your mother when she came out the front to check the mail. She stood at the letterbox, flicking through the envelopes. When she had gone back inside, Eddie waited another few minutes, then got out.

Before he made it to the front door, it opened and she stood there with a confused look on her face. “Is she okay?” were the first words out of her mouth.

Eddie wanted to be cruel. He wanted to tell her how you were thriving away from her. You catch more bees with honey than vinegar though.

“She’s fine,” he answered, standing on the doorstep with his hands in his pockets.

They looked at each other. Eddie thought she would ask more questions. How could she not want to know about how? How your birthday and Christmas had been? When he realised she would not speak unprompted, he got straight to business.

“She needs all her paperwork and shit,”

“Paperwork?”

“Yeah. Like her birth certificate and anything else important. She’s an adult. Legally entitled to it all,” Eddie said firmly, delivering the words without any aggression.

“Why didn’t she come?”

Are you fucking kidding me?

“I’m asking real nice,” Eddie replied.

Your mother looked behind Eddie, and up and down the street. He wondered if she was checking to see if the neighbours were watching. Oh, how she’d hate to have a scene.

“Wait here.” And the door was closed.

It was a relief that she didn’t protest. Well, she could have still been inside calling your dad, but she wasn’t. She was in his study collecting the bits and pieces. Between your mum and dad, all the household paperwork was fastidiously filed.

While it was a relief, it also disappointed Eddie that she wasn’t putting up a fight. Your mum seemed as disinterested in your life as most people were in his.

“Will you tell her-” she began to say as she handed Eddie the folder.

“Tell her yourself,” he cut in, turning and leaving as quickly as he’d come. He didn’t look back.

Eddie’s next stop was picking up Esther and Dustin, but he took a longer route and gave himself time to breathe and think.

…

“This is not a shop,” you pointed out the obvious.

Gareth carefully turned onto the driveway of a clearly private property. You wanted to add that it looked like the kind of place one of Eddie’s grainy grindhouse horrors would be filmed, but then you saw there were a couple of cars parked at the house and people milling about.

“Yeah, I don’t know how legal this is,” Gareth replied, and you really shouldn’t have been surprised.

It took a while for Gareth to park; he had only recently been allowed to drive without an adult supervisor. He checked his mirrors a lot. “Good job,” you praised when he cut the engine.

“Fuck off. You’ve been hanging around Eddie too long. Used to be a nice girl,”

“Nice girl?!” you squawked then cackled.

Anyone who knew what was what in Hawkins drove just beyond the city limits to that house. A guy who everyone called Bam sold fireworks all year round. Nobody asked where they came from. Nobody haggled over prices.

While you and Gareth looked over the selection, some laid out on card tables and others in piles on plastic tarps, you kept stealing glances over at Bam.

He was older than Gareth’s guess – mid-60s at the youngest. His hair was snow white and looked like it hadn’t seen a comb in years. You wondered if he was named Bam because fireworks go snap, crackle, pop, BAM… or if it came from somewhere else.

Bam was watching you back, and when you and Gareth went up to him with cash in hand, he narrowed his eyes at you.

“I’ve seen you ‘round town,” he said as he chewed on tobacco leaves. “You’re with the Munson kid.” It was definitely an accusation. “Bad breed.”

Before you could say anything, Gareth held out the cash. It was more than necessary. “Here. Thank you.”

You looked at Bam with a frown.

“You got something to say, girly?”

“Nope. She doesn’t! Come on. Let’s go,”

“You don’t know shit about Eddie,” you spat at Bam.

The old man’s face stayed neutral.

Much to Gareth’s relief, you turned and followed him back to the car. “Jesus Christ. You know he probably owns half the guns in Hawkins? You really are as bad as Eddie.”

…

Meanwhile, sitting at the kitchen counter of the trailer were Eddie, Esther, and Dustin.

“How’d you get all this?” Esther asked, looking over the documents Eddie had been collecting.

“She already had a lot of it. Got some from her mum, and, ah, stole copies from the school office,” he replied.

“You talked to her mum?”

“Barely. Asked for this and left.”

Esther nodded. She was impressed.

“So, ah, we can do this, right?” Dustin questioned. “It really seems like something she’s meant to do herself,”

“Yeah, well, she can’t. Alright?”

“Can’t you just tell-”

“No!” Eddie took a breath; he hated when he rose his voice at the freshmen. “No, Dustin. I can’t just tell her about this. Any of it. I fucked up bad. I gotta fix it in a big way,”

“It’s okay. We’ve got this, Eddie,” Esther reassured him. “Between me and you, we know her. We’ve got all this. She’s with her favourite. It’s all good,”

“What? Aren’t I her favourite?” Dustin frowned.

“Nah man… you’re like, fourth maybe,” Eddie said with a wicked grin.

“What?!”

“Yeah… It goes Gareth, then little Mayfield over the road there. Then probably, what’s his name? California? Will? Your friend Wheeler doesn’t shut up about. Then you,”

“WHAT? What the hell am I even doing here then?!”

Eddie chuckled as Dustin threw his hands up in defeat.

“We need you!” Esther said. “Well… We need you… to call Suzie…”

…

“She tried to fight Bam!” were the first words out of Gareth’s mouth as soon as Eddie appeared in the doorway of his bedroom.

You were sitting on the bed reading while Gareth worked on something at his desk. Eddie snorted when his friend immediately sold you out.

“You snitch!” you yelled, then jumped off the bed to greet your boyfriend. Eddie opened his arms for a bear hug. “Hi,”

“Hi, angel.” Eddie held you. He looked over at Gareth. “Go okay?”

“Yeah. He recognised her,”

“Death by association?” Eddie guessed.

Gareth nodded. “Yep… Um, everything’s by the front door. I’ll walk yous out,”

“Nah, man. I’ve got it. Thanks. We’ll see you at the party, alright?”

You said goodbye to the little drummer boy and collected the fireworks on your way out. Eddie loaded them into the van, humming happily as he went.

Halfway home, you pivoted the conversation back to Bam. “Why does he hate you?”

“Why does anybody in this shitty town hate me?” he dismissed.

“Because they don’t know you,” you answered honestly.

Eddie glanced at you. “Yeah. There’s that. But there’s also my dad.” He said the word like it was unclean. “Not exactly Prince Charming, ya know?”

You nodded, understanding. “We got some cool stuff,”

“Yeah? All we need now is like, snacks?”

Snacks and a bunch of newly recorded mix tapes. You and Eddie were throwing a little trailer park New Year's party, and it was going to be awesome.

…

“Guess what I found!” Wayne called as he climbed out of his truck. He had gone looking for his fishing gear that a buddy of his let him keep in his shed. “Forgot about this.”

You and Eddie were on the couch on the trailer porch, wrapped in blankets and enjoying a rare mild December afternoon. Wayne came over and dumped a box, its contents visible and mostly of the hunting/fishing variety.

“Must have put some other shit in here for safekeeping,” Wayne said, holding up a plastic container filled with photos.

“Hol-ly-shit,” Eddie whispered, getting up immediately.

While Wayne packed for his annual New Year’s trip to Patoka Lake, you went through the container photo by photo. Eddie looked more like his mother than his father, with his wild smile and bouncy curls. Wayne looked like a real cowboy when he was younger, dressed with a little more pizazz than you knew him for. And baby Eddie, well that little thing was Bambi-eyed from the beginning.

“Don’t burn the place down while I’m gone, yeah?” Wayne joked but in that way that told both you and Eddie he was deadly serious.

“Don’t let John drown in the lake… or shoot someone…” Eddie joked back.

“Give him some credit… Worst he’ll do is get a fish hook in the cheek when he’s casting.”

You winced at the thought while Eddie laughed.

After hugs and more warnings, Wayne was off and you and Eddie finished looking at all the photographs.

“Soooooo…” Eddie said, throwing himself onto the couch in the lounge room.

You put the kettle on for tea. “So?”

“What do you wanna do tonight?”

Narrowing your eyes at him with suspicion, you shrugged. “What do you wanna do tonight?”

He grinned, lopsided and coy. “Second to last night of the year… Everyone will be over tomorrow, so technically, our last night alone for the year…”

“Yeah?” You leaned against the kitchen bench, well aware of where Eddie was taking the conversation.

“Maaaaybe, if you, you know, wanted to… You could get a little cute… for me,”

“Cute? Define cute,”

“Um, well… fluffy tail… little collar…”

After cheesy pasta bake and The Goonies on VHS, you took a long shower only to be interrupted by Eddie, asking you to wash his hair. He was naked and sitting cross-legged in front of you before you had a chance to finish saying, “Fiiiine. You’re lucky I love you.”

Eddie remained naked after the shower. He figured it offered some vulnerability on his part, although he wasn’t self-conscious. With Van Morrison crooning on vinyl, and the bedroom lighting reduced to only what broke through the curtained windows, you folded your legs beneath you and sat on your knees.

Gently, Eddie put the collar around your neck, fastening it and letting his hands brush down your neck and along your shoulders. When the ears went on, Eddie’s pupils blew. You held out your hands and he dressed you in the cuffs.

When you had thought about that moment, you had predicted it would be a little bit silly. Playful and light-hearted. But that’s not how it felt. The tension was thick, hot, and humid. Eddie’s eyes danced from the heart-shaped tag on the collar to your wrists, across your thighs and how they spread as you sat. The softness of the pudge of your belly. The fluff of the ears and the fuzz of pubic hair. He wanted you so badly and completely that it made him a little bit dizzy, his fists curling around the blanket under him.

Eddie was trying to pull himself together. He was meant to be leading you through this, not making you guess what to do or say next. In his head, he was saying, ‘let’s start there’ but it was like his tongue had disappeared, disallowing speech entirely.

All he could do was kneel opposite you, locking you in place with a folded leg on each side of you. He held your face in his hands and ran his thumbs along your mouth rougher than usual. You were taking slow, measured breaths but his breathing was shallow and you knew that look in his eyes.

Yes, he could have been leading you better, but you weren’t lost. You weren’t scared or nervous or alone. He kissed you hard, not letting your head move. He would have eaten his way down your throat if you’d let him.

Eddie kissed you and kissed you until you squeaked a warning that you needed oxygen. While you gasped it in, he decided he’d be fine without it. He moved his lips to your neck, holding the back of your head, fingers tangled in hair. Melting, you put your hands on his shoulders to stay upright, then shook when you felt his other hand disappear down between your legs.

Something was shaking inside you. Fizzing to life. Without thought, you asked in a tone Eddie had never heard, “Am I a good kitten?”

He froze, your skin between his teeth, and his fingers dipped inside you. Eddie’s jaw went slack and he pushed against you with his forehead, unable to silence the banshee screams of euphoria in his head. All he could do was nod and push deeper and harder. You knew it was an undignified and wholly enthusiastic ‘yes.’

The night was just getting started.

…

“Absolutely not.”

The group of freshmen erupted into a chorus of groans and whines.

“I bet you were drinking at our age!” from Dustin.

“Who made you king of the beers?!” from Lucas.

You sat on the couch next to Esther and watched the exchange. Eddie was sitting on top of the cooler he’d filled with ice early in the afternoon. Jeff and Esther’s BYO drinks had been chucked in there, along with the beers Eddie’s picked up for Gareth and Gene.

“You’re letting them drink!” Mike screeched, pointing at the bassist and guitarist through the window. They were out on the porch with Jeff, working out how to best set up the fireworks without getting anyone maimed or arrested.

“Fuck, Wheeler, you’ve got the body of a hummingbird. All small and jittery,” Eddie teased, motioning at Mike. “Half a bottle and you’d be on the floor. Out before your girlfriend even gets here.”

At the mention of El, the mysterious girlfriend, Mike shut up.

“Oh,” Eddie said, picking up on it. “Is that what all this outrage is about?” He laughed. “You wanna impress your girlfriend with your big man drinks?”

“Shut up,”

“She lives with Byers, man… That drowned cat could keep up with Cheech and Chong. I don’t think she’s gonna be amazed that you can drink beer.”

Mike threw his arms up and sulked off down the hallway to go sit with the others. As he exited the trailer, Max walked in.

“Max!” Dustin and Lucas called in unison.

She looked like a deer in the headlights.

“Max, tell Eddie to give us a drink,” Dustin said.

She made a face that was just so Max. Before she could do much more, Lucas had taken her hand and dragged her off into Eddie’s bedroom.

“Leave the door open!” Eddie called after them.

“Gross, dude,” Dustin mumbled.

“Gross? No, no this – RUBBERS ARE IN THE TOP DRAWER – is gross,”

“Eddie,” from you, along with a flicked bottlecap.

He pulled a sad face at you, then turned his attention back to Dustin. “Seems you’ve lost the battle, brave knight,”

“No. No, I haven’t. What if… What if we do a deal,”

“I’m listenin’,”

“A wager,” Dustin announced, just as dramatic as Eddie.

“Go on,”

“When El and Will get here, they will be escorted by Jonathan,”

“Yeah, I know,”

“Ah! But, do you know who else will be in their party?”

You and Esther watched this back and forth, glancing at each other. “Does he even care if they drink?” she whispered to you.

“Eddie? No. I think he even brought extra. He’s a softy.”

She snorted. “Wouldn’t let him hear you saying that in public,”

“Oh, his cover story is that they’re gonna try shit, so may as well be around him so he can keep an eye on them or whatever,”

“Wow… That makes this-” She pointed to Eddie and Dustin. “-even funnier.”

Eddie tilted his head. “No, Dustin, I do not know who else is in their party,”

“A fourth. A partaker in the… whacky tobaccy,”

“Oh my god,” Eddie laughed, covering his face with his hands.

“And I would bet clear and safe passage to the treasure, that you will be caught in Sir Argyle’s friendship spell,” Dustin finished.

Eddie sat up straight and looked at him. “Let me get this right. You get a beer if I make friends with Byers’ friend?” Dustin nods. “That’s dumb. I make friends with everyone. I’m a friendly guy.” Dustin and Esther both giggled. Eddie looked at you. “I’m friendly?!"

“You’re not… not friendly?” you offered.

“Whatever! Fine. If Byers’ friend’s not a weird little dude slinking around with his camera, then fine, you get a beer.”

Dustin cheered and ran outside to tell Mike the good news. Eddie grinned at you and Esther on the couch, pleased with himself.

A little later, erratic car honking could be heard, followed by the squeaking of breaks. Will jumped from the car first, his childhood friends bundling him up in a group hug. Max ripped out the trailer to pull El, a girl that appeared perpetually lost, from the car and into an embrace.

Jonathan Byers looked the same as he did when he walked the halls of Hawkins High. You’d never spoken to him, despite him taking photos of the cheer squad for the yearbook. He looked awkward as he got out of the car, glancing around the trailer park like he’d just woken up.

“My dudes, my dudes! Where’s the party?!” yelled a long-haired guy with a smile as wide as his face. “We brought the goods!”

Argyle.

Maybe the only person who could make a first impression as impactful as Eddie.

He jumped onto the small porch where you’d all set up the small shindig. He came bearing pizza and a plastic bag filled with cans of soda and chocolate bars.

Eddie almost flinched in surprise when Argyle turned to him and yanked him into a tight hug.

“Oh, man, it’s good to finally meet you! King of the castle! The little ones are always talking about you!”

Argyle spent enough time at the Byers’ house to hear Will talk about the things Mike and Dustin told him over the phone. He knew all about the metalhead named Eddie, who walked on school tables and wrote the best D&D campaigns.

“Yeah, hi, man.”

Argyle let Eddie go but maintained a hold of his shoulders. He looked at Eddie seriously and said, “Now I don’t know your pie order, but I said to myself, he’s a man of taste, he’s gotta know about pineapple on pizza. He’s gotta know it’s schmakin',”

“Pineapple?” If you knew any better, you would have said Eddie was struggling to keep up.

“Pineapple! Oh, fruit on your pizza is gnarly, you say? Well, I say try before you deny.”

Eddie was wide-eyed and everyone else had stopped their own conversations to see how the meeting of an unstoppable force and immovable object would play out.

Argyle waited for a reply.

You saw the smile twitch on Eddie’s lips before anyone else. He was grinning wide within seconds. “You had me at pie, man!”

They hugged again and Dustin could already taste the cheap beer.

…

Despite the cold, Forest Hills came alive on New Year's. It was maybe the residents’ favourite holiday, or at least drawing for first with July 4th.

The fireworks you and Gareth had bought ultimately were pooled together with everyone else’s. Some guy supposedly named ‘Skunk’, who had a face tattoo of a dolphin (Eddie said it was meant to be a shark) worked harmoniously with the little old man who kept everyone’s grass neat with the help of his beloved and fancy whipper snipper. Together, they set small ones off on the hour, then fussed around with the bigger ones in the leadup to midnight. “Good job, Mr Skunk,” could be heard periodically.

Hellfire Club’s freshmen did drink their beer, but only Dustin liked the taste. Max could stomach it, at least. The rest kept sneaking little pours out onto the grass in an attempt to empty their bottles quicker.

Eddie didn’t notice because he was in a deep conversation with Jonathan and Argyle. They smoked Californian weed. When Eddie and Jonathan got to the stage where all they could talk about was you and Nancy Wheeler, Argyle literally somersaulted away from them, finding Corroded Coffin a far more interesting group.

The closer it got to midnight, the more the lovers of Forest Hills disappeared away from the barbeques and parties. Mike and El disappeared into the wooded area, and Max and Lucas went back to her trailer, tiptoeing by her passed out mother and locking themselves in her room. Jeff and Esther stayed by the bonfire Hacksaw Henry started, cuddled up together and in their own world. Even Jonathan took the Byers’ rental car to go surprise Nancy at a party being thrown by Steve Harrington.

Dustin, Will, Gareth, Argyle, and Gene were on the Munson’s trailer porch, sitting in a circle eating snacks and playing some sort of weird hybrid of poker and cheat. You stood in the door, leaning against the doorframe. Everybody was happy and in the moment.

“Angel,” Eddie called, his arms snaking around your waist as he came to stand behind you. Dipping his head, he pressed it against the base of your neck.

“Hi,” you whispered.

“Hi,” he mumbled back. “You good?”

“Yeah… Yeah. Just thinking. It’s been nice to have everyone together.”

It wasn’t a casual design to host New Year's. Eddie had pulled all the kids and young adults together, had them surround you for a colourful send-off for the year that was.

“Mmmmm,” Eddie hummed. “Do you wanna come up to the roof? Best seat in the house,”

“The roof? Is that where you disappeared to just before?”

Eddie led you around to the back of the trailer. He had borrowed someone’s ladder, and once you climbed up it after him, you saw he’d set out a blanket and some pillows.

“You warm enough? I can get you-”

“I’m good, Eddie,” you said, sitting down.

Eddie laid on his back, you cuddled into his side. His guitar pick necklace was as safe around your neck as you were in his arms.

“Got any New Years' resolutions?” you asked, unsure if you were making a joke or genuinely curious.

“Ahhh, not really. Cut back on the smokes. Get a job. All the usual shit… You?”

Truthfully, you were terrified of 1987. You hadn’t properly processed the end of your schooling life, and though you weren’t consciously aware of it, you regretted burning all the college correspondence. You didn’t know who you were or what you were to become. The only thing anchoring you to calmness and happiness was the life you shared with Eddie, and by extension Wayne.

“Probably should get a job too,” you replied meekly.

Alternatively, you could have seen it as the first time you were free to just exist. That’s what you told yourself daily.

A sudden shift in the atmosphere indicated the arrival of 11:59 pm.

Skunk yelled, “TEN!" The proceeding numbers could be heard across the trailer park. Different groups held different times, some off by milliseconds, some by whole seconds.

NINE.

EIGHT.

SEVEN.

“I love you, angel.”

FIVE.

“I love you too.”

THREE.

TWO.

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

You kissed under the fireworks, the hues changing Eddie’s skin from milky to pink then blue then yellow. You held each other tight, foreheads pressed together and eyes squeezed shut. The night sky was clear, and quickly the constellations were clouded by exploding stars and shapes.

Below you, Gareth tried to identify which fireworks he’d picked out while the rest of the guys watched in silence. All the lovers held hands and all the people who lived in Forest Hills Trailer Park wished for better things ahead.

You buried your face in the softness between Eddie’s neck and chest, breathed deeply, and tried to work out why it felt like you were saying goodbye to something you never had.

Next Chapter: Glory

End Note: My friends, we are mere weeks away from the resolution of this story... Start to prepare for the end.

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thatseventiesbitch · 10 months

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Could you write “I love your smile” prompt for baby Leia? maybe something like Leia's first birthday with the whole family (Kitty, Red, Bob and Midge(?) ) and obviously Donna and Eric ❤️‼️ thanks

Thanks for the ask! Prompt Ask Game

"Okay, photos!" Kitty Forman shouted. "We have to get some photos! Red, where's the camera?" Her husband wordlessly handed it to her.

Their driveway was decked out in pink and purple decorations, for their granddaughter's first birthday party. A card table with a huge plate of elaborately decorated cupcakes sat just inside the garage, and little Leia was perched right next to it in her high chair. A large silver balloon shaped like a 1 was tied to it, and the tot looked up at it curiously.

Kitty placed one of the pink cupcakes on Leia's tray table and kissed her forehead, giggling with excitement. Then she gestured for Leia's parents. "Come on, come on, before she eats it now!"

Eric came over and stood to one side of the high chair and then Donna stood on the other. They both looked down at their daughter affectionately, and Kitty started snapping photos.

"I can't believe she's one," Donna said, almost in disbelief.

"Look at me! Look at me!" Kitty called, waving her hand. Red came to stand behind her, and he made a goofy face at Leia to capture her attention, and it worked. The baby burst out into a giggle, and all of the adults cooed.

Click, click went Kitty's camera.

"Okay, now one with the grandparents," Eric's uncle Marty suggested. He'd walked up, and now he clapped Red's shoulder. "Don't you want Leia to remember you when you're gone?" He widened his eyes at his brother. "The way you gobble down red meat, you might not have that many years together."

Red scowled. "For the last damn time, Marty, I'm not turning into a damn vegetarian - "

"Vegan," Marty corrected his much more conservative older brother. "And if you'd just listen to me - the health benefits are amazing, not to mention - "

"Alright, alright. Just get in the picture," Eric gestured to his parents. "This is torture for the kid," he chuckled, gesturing to Leia. He was holding the cupcake just out of her grasp, and she eyed it hungrily.

Kitty handed Marty the camera, and she and Red both jumped in the frame next to Eric and Donna. The camera clicked several more times.

"Alright Red, try to smile in this one," Marty suggested.

"I am smiling," Red said through his teeth.

"It's more of a grimace."

"Just take the damn picture."

Marty snapped several more.

"Oh, oh, where are Bob and Midge?" Kitty asked the group. She stood up on her tippy toes, glancing around the driveway for Leia's other set of grandparents. "They should be in these too."

"Should they, though?" Red muttered. Eric nodded like he agreed with him, and Donna elbowed him sharply.

"I'll go find them," Donna offered. She slipped into the house via the sliding glass door, and emerged just a few moments later with Bob. "My mom's coming," she explained, and the group started to rearrange around the high chair.

"There's my little pumpkin," Bob cooed, tickling Leia's chin. Then he glanced around at the group. "Are we set on this pose, or can we do some negotiating?"

Red sighed and lifted his hand to his head, already exasperated. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"Well for starters, this isn't my good side," Bob gestured to his left. "I wanna be on the right."

"Bob, I'm on the right."

"And I would like you to be on the left."

"I'm not - "

Their bickering was interrupted by Midge and her husband Ralph's entrance. It was impossible to miss, because Midge announced her presence every time she entered a room, like they didn't remember who she was. "It's me, everyone. Midge." She looked around with a million dollar smile. "And my husband Ralph," she added as an afterthought.

Ralph held onto her arm but it was unclear if he was supporting Midge or if Midge was supporting him. Ralph was in his 80's, and quite feeble.

"Nice of you to join us," Bob sneered at Midge as they approached. "On your way to the cemetery," he added.

Midge scoffed. "We're not going to the cemetery, Bob. We're going to a birthday party." She'd reached the high chair, and she ruffled Leia's hair playfully. "Leia's party!"

"Could have fooled me with that bag of bones." He said the words under his breath, but loud enough for Midge to hear. She crossed her arms and glared at her ex-husband.

"I see you went the... other direction," Midge said snarkily, as Bob's girlfriend Kelly joined them. She reached his side and kissed his cheek. "What year did you graduate from high school, sweetheart?" Midge asked her, with false, cloying sweetness.

"1980," Kelly said brightly.

"Oh, that's great. You know, I have a daughter who's around your age!"

Donna groaned, and interrupted her parents. She knew from experience that this could go on all night.

"Okay, look. We're just trying to take a picture. With Leia - with all of her grandparents." She motioned for Bob and Midge to get into the picture. They each moved in - but their significant others came with them.

"Um - " Eric spoke lowly, just to Donna. "Do we really want them in the family picture? C'mon, I'm gonna look at this in twenty years and think 'Who's that?'"

"Okay Eric," Donna nodded. "You want to start WWIII? Hmm? Then sure. Go ahead and say that."

He sighed. She lifted her eyebrows at him, and mouthed it again. 'Go ahead.' He sighed again, but didn't say anything else.

"Alright everyone, look over here," Marty called.

"Ow! She's on my dress!" Kelly exclaimed.

"Well your dress is everywhere," Midge complained, pushing at the tulle skirt. "I mean honestly, who wears something like this to a baby's party?"

"Yeah," Bob agreed sarcastically. "She shoulda worn something sensible, like you." He glanced down at their feet. "You normally see heels like that on hookers in the red light district."

"And how many hookers are you seeing these days, Bob? Is - "

"Oh no!"

Marty's cry interrupted their fight, and drew the group's attention to baby Leia. In the midst of the chaos she'd reached one of the cupcakes, and from the smears of pink frosting everywhere and the grin on her face, it seemed she'd devoured it. She was sucking on the paper wrapper now, and Donna immediately jumped forward and fished it out of her mouth.

"Leia!"

They all chuckled at the adorable, but messy scene. Even more so when her gummy little smile spread even wider when she realized she was the center of attention.

"Aw," Bob tipped his granddaughter's chin again. "I love your little smile."

"Me too."

"Me three."

They all smiled at the little girl, and Marty snapped a photo.

Bob cleared his throat. "'Course, she gets that from my side. That's the Pinciotti smile."

"It is not," Red shook his head. He pointed at Leia. "That kid is all Forman, Bob."

"No, she's - "

They continued to bicker, but as Donna glanced at Eric it didn't seem to matter anymore. He glanced back at her and they shared a bemused look before Eric swiped a cupcake for them. He ran his finger along the edge, gathering a dollop of frosting, and fed it to Donna.

"Happy one year," he said, smiling. "We made it."

Donna rested her head on his shoulder and tousled her daughter's hair happily. "We made it."

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profeminist · 2 years

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Your blog is fantastic. As a women in these scary times, I’m looking for a way to act. Where can I find like-minded people to push this movement forward? It’s time to do instead of just thinking

HEY THANKS A MILLION!!!

I agree 100% - IT'S TIME FOR ACTION!!!

Here's my 1-2-3 recommendation to get you going, and for anybody who is also looking to step up their activism:

PICK THE CAUSE YOU ARE MOST PASSIONATE ABOUT, YOU CAN'T SOLVE EVERY PROBLEM AT ONCE.

Most caring folks have a lot of causes that they care about, and even within feminism / gender equality there are a TON of issues to address. My recommendation is to ask yourself, "what am I most motivated to work on, what am I passionate about?" and start there.

In my early 20's, after a busy week where I had been to various student group meetings around feminism, the environment, and the green party, I thought to myself, "there's no way I can effectively and actively support all these causes at once. I've got to pick a priority and work with that. I said to the universe, "what should my priority be?" and immediately got a thought, "stop rape." So while I read about and work on a number of causes, understanding and stopping sexual assault in all forms is my main focus.

Activism is challenging, and it can be easy to burnout, so the more drive and passion you have around the topic in the first place, the more fuel you'll have to burn! That said, pace yourself and take breaks when needed, see #3 below.

2. SEE WHAT PEOPLE ARE ALREADY DOING IN THAT SPACE, AND GET INVOLVED HOWEVER YOU CAN.

It is REALLY inefficient to try to "start from scratch." Building networks, resources and momentum takes a lot of work from a lot of people, so start by looking for groups addressing your passion issue.

Depending on whether you're looking to do activism "IRL" (on the streets, outreach, volunteers, etc.) and/or online, that will affect how wide your search for relevant groups goes. If nobody in your area is doing work you feel needs doing, see if other groups out of the area can serve as a model or template to get you started. Leverage the wisdom and problem-solving that a ton of people have already put and are currently putting into the problem!

Depending on your physical, time and financial resources, there are various ways to move these organizations forward: volunteer, organize online fundraisers, donate (if you have $ or goods), etc.

3. REMEMBER THAT ACTIVISM IS A PRACTICE NOT A TEST

This is a topic so important, I'm writing a longer post on it that I'll post here once I'm finished. 100% absolutism, purity tests and gatekeeping around movements undermine movements and contribute to their failure or marginalization.

Perfect example. I'm a vegetarian since high school, but in the time since, I haven't given one person grief about eating meat, and if someone said they wanted to go veggie but weren't sure they could give it up 100%, I'd say "GREAT! 10% veggie is better than 0%, 20%, 50%, all great, whatever you can do. This isn't a test."

LeBron James tried going vegan, then gave up when vegan gatekeepers gave him grief for some slippage. I was vegan for 2 years, you don't get a card, there's no magic vegan power (Scott Pilgrim reference), so while being 100% vegan, or ovo-lacto vegetarian (me) is great, I support people who are pescatarian, or flexitarian , ANYTHING IS BETTER THAN NOTHING.

Feminism does the same thing, when gatekeepers spend more time shaming other feminists for problematic faves or naive politics vs. being on the same team and focusing on education and affirmation. We lose so many people with the ALL OR NONE attitude it's sad.

If you don't meet your expectation or goals, don't treat that as a FAIL, just KEEP PRACTICIN'! Treating yourself with the care and consideration you show others will help keep you going through tough and challenging times.

HOPE THAT HELPS!!! LET'S DO THIS.

#feminism #feminist #feminist activism #feminist activist #activism #activist #gender inequality #gender oppression #gender equality

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duchessofostergotlands · 11 months

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they didn't want the kibbeh? their loss really, it always go away quickly at parties, cause people love them.

but yeah the offering people food from your country and them not wanting/liking it is very relatable

As I say, I’m not really a lamb person - the after taste - but the concept sounds delicious if it was a different meat in there. And if it’s spiced it might override the aftertaste, I don’t know. I’d definitely try it to be polite!! And apparently another thing we share with the Middle East, beyond our pipe music, is an appreciation for deep frying any variety of food haha.

Haha see I don’t cook but I can imagine. I relate to being left out of groups very strongly. I have never really felt like someone who had "triggers" because I don't get upset by the usual ones like self harm or suicide references but I do get very upset about people who try to fit in and just want to be accepted but other people shun them. Something to unpack there haha. But it definitely felt allegorical for his wider experience as an immigrant to the country which I'm sure adds a whole other level to it. Based on my conversations with friends, I've heard how sharing food is a really important part of a lot of Middle Eastern cultures in a way it isn't so much in the community I'm from so it was a really moving way to show that complexity of moving to a new culture where you're the "other", I thought.

I’m actually a really fussy eater, always have been, and I hated eating at other people’s houses because of situations like this. I would feel so acutely uncomfortable because I really didn’t want to eat food out of my comfort zone but I also really didn’t want to upset anyone and I thought people would think I’m ungrateful or rude because food can mean so much to people. So I am extremely paranoid about it and I know that as it’s a bite sized snack I would have just taken some to be polite because if I didn’t I’d have spent the rest of the week being worried they hate me for not taking their food. I feel like even if I was vegan or something like that I would still overcompensate and ask a bunch of questions and say how sad I was I couldn’t eat it because it looks and smells just delicious and isn’t it impressive you can cook I can’t cook and oh do you think there’s a vegan version you could make and on and on and on until I think they like me again hahaha.

#ask #anon #non royal

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It was a nice day at work. I am feeling really tired tonight but I think that's mostly because I am cold. Very much ready to go to bed.

I slept alright last night but my nose was all stuffy and painful when I woke up and so I felt really really tired. James came and gave me a big hug as soon as I sat up after my alarm went off. It helped me feel better.

I got cleaned up and dressed. Wore the new crew neck my mom got me. I just wanted to be cozy. I was struggling a little. My fingers hurt really bad and I couldn't get my shoe on and James helped me because they love me and I was very grateful.

James and me left together. I always like watching them bike away. It was very cold today. Frosty. I'm glad it feels like winter.

I had a nice drive to camp. And got there alright at 8. I was happy to be inside where it was warm.

I had a productive morning. I had my breakfast and started working on writing up a description for the CIT program. I would use chatgbT to give me some framework and worked on using that to build up a really professional description. I am pretty pleased. I would print that and the schedule I made. Then decided to do more printing. I figure that since we are going to have a meeting about the 3 things we wanted to accomplish with John the consultant. Cit program, training, new programs.

Alexi would come in around 9. And everyone else would come in within the hour. Sarah worked on research for the training manual. I would go through some old documents and pulling things I think will be helpful. Games and reading and such.

It was a really productive morning though. I would take a walk to the lodge. I filled my water over there and chatted with Joe. He teased me about forgetting my stuffing from the holiday party, but I was glad to have my cookware back.

I looked at the books in the musuem. I went and looked at the nurses office because they are almost done fixing the roof. Very nice.

I would have lunch when I got back to the office. And while I was eating I decided I should come up with a document for meal ideas for dietary restrictions for the summer so I don't have to try and think of options when I'm very close to tears during the summer.

This would be like a two hour research project. Looking into other camps menus. I found an article about Jewish and 7th day Adventists camps and they had lots of options! So I researched how to make them vegan or gluten free or nut free. And I only had like 2 fake meat options.

After asking Heather, I found out where the kitchen orders their food from so I was able to compile links for ingredients. I was very proud of myself.

Once I was done that I had a zoom meeting with Hawa and Mike from the national guards and I'm thrilled that I have 2 workshops on the calendar with them now. One is a paint and sip style, that we are calling a "paint along", and the other I think will be a printmaking.

I had to make some invoices for them. And that took a minute. But that was just fine.

I would finish my day with designing some stickers ideas for each village. I had a lot of fun creating that. I want to play with the idea of merch for camp more. We will see if any of it actually gets used but still it's fun to design it.

I would also decide on my birthday countdown project. I'm going to do a sticker sheet/flash sheet, with a daily drawing. I'm excited. That will start on the 15th.

I said goodbye to everyone and would head out. I told Sarah I would check at Manor Mill for her last bowl while I was looking for my last 5 pieces. And it is such a quick drive over. I was happy to see my pieces. The colors weren't what I was expecting but I love love love my bear bowl. I'm going to keep my jewelery in it.

I went home and got here before James. I was happy to be home. I put some stuff away. And worked on sending some emails. James got home as I was starting to do my knitting for the day. I love how it looks so far. I know we are still really early in the project but I am setting a good precedent and already weaving in the ends. I will have to sew them down once the month is done but I am very pleased so far.

James would sit with me and tell me all about their day while I worked. And I would show them the documents I made and made me feel very smart and professional. I love my husband.

They got us frozen pizzas we could microwave for dinner. And after we ate they went to play DND with their friends. Well actually it's a different game but same idea. It was nice to see friends' faces.

I took a shower and washed my hair and now I am in bed in my cozy jumpsuit. I am very much ready to sleep.

I hope tomorrow is a good day. And I hope you all have fun. Stay safe. Wash your hands. I love you all.

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human meat isn’t as bad as human shit imo. shit is literally disgusting and it’s l i t e r a l SHIT!! meat is just meat and if you’re into human meat then it’s just what you’re into, i guess. the murder part is where it gets immoral for some but 🤷‍♀️. ~in defence of mort’s rare compulsions~… people kill others all the time legally. for example, in the US the death penalty is legal and the people who work there and have done for a long time, probably have no internal struggle killing people. abattoir workers (who are exposed constantly to the suffering and torture of innocent animals) still work there w no issue.

loads of people aren’t vegetarian and actually have the opinion that creating animal life to torture and then kill- is right. loads of people avoid the moral argument surrounding veganism and vegetarianism because they “don’t want to think about it”. loads of people buy cheap clothes to save a few £$€ when they know full well, human slaves or poor people working in sweatshops in third world countries are being tortured to make them. so many people buy the meat that is treated poorly to save money. people don’t kill/ shoot their own animals because they could “never kill an animal” yet, they collude with the animal torture industry every day. there are ways to promote the better treatment of animals, yet people ignore this. and murder is treated like this unreal awful inhumane crime when in reality most female murderers either have mental health issues (that if were fixed, they wouldn’t murder. so they are reedeemable) or have had unimaginably fucked up lives/ abusive situations! (some are sick, child r*pist p****hile murderers. but still i’m talking about slay murderers not morally indefensible ones.) it’s sick! casey anthony killing that baby (undeveloped brain, equivalent to a dog in some ways, would have in time become a fully developed person. but abortions happen all the time and they would have become people? i’m not saying ch*ld murder is okay its not okay at all TBH they’ve done nothing wrong. i’m just saying from an outside perspective it’s better than… other things ??? idk) to party is no different than people letting their (nice kind amazing lovely, not abusive shit) parents (fully developed brain, aware of everything) die and rot in homes so they don’t have so deal with them because they can’t even be BOTHERED with the people who have given them love and happiness etc. i’m going way off track here this was originally an ask about you eating shit omg. anyway, people are hypocritical cowards!! yeah. i think that was the point i wanted to make for some reason.

im went way off topic sorry. anyway, shit is gross my darling i thought you would have a more refined palate.??! if you’re okay with shit then are you okay with digging up 6month dead decomposed bodies to eat? do you eat soil? worms? would you even bother cooking the ***** meat you eventually… have in your possession? please say you season your food.

sorry if this is overwhelming 🫥

Nah this isn't overwhelming I'm glad to see that I interest you. Sorry to disappoint but I am very digusting human being and my pallet when it comes to people is not refined AT ALL. My pallet for normal food is refined though. I don't like seasoning my food cause I can't really handle spice but I do enjoy salting my food. I would L O V E to eat a decomposed 6 month old corpse. I just know the flesh would be mucky and gooky and a nasty colour and it be so slimy to the touch and the texture in my mouth would feel atrcious but I would be sososoososososoos happy. I love worms and I want them to live so I would never kill them. They're so cute and nice and deserve to live unlike people who are all evil and all need to die. The day humanity dies is the day joy can exist again. Soil isn't human and it doesn't seem like it would taste good so I have no interest in it. Besides lots of schizoprenic people have a fascination with human shit and have PICA (a condition where you have the urge to eat things that are not food) so I don't get why it's so suprising. The main example that comes to mind is Alb3rt F1sh (censoring his name so random people don't find this post) and he ate human shit and had a fascination with cannibalism and eating children. To be fair PICA is a rare condition and most of us who have it don't discuss it and keep it to ourselves so I guess that's why it's suprising. Human meat is obviously not as bad as human shit because meat is food and shit is not food. Also I loved reading "~in defence of mort's rare compulsions~" I'd love to hire to be my lawyer if I ever get arrested. What you said about human hyopcrisy and human moral and huma double standars was so interesting and so true and I loved reading it. The only part I'm kind of iffy on is comparing abortion to murder because murder is killing someone who's already born without the mother's or the victims consent while abortion is preventing a life with the mothers consent. Sorry for the late response I did want to respond to this as soon as I got it but I got distracted.

#asks

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mondscheinprinzessin · 1 year

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Hey there 😊 I would have been very surprised if you would have skipped this week's ask game 😁. So, how about Flesh and Bone, Discovery and A hundred years?

And as a bonus question: What is your favorite Alex Mattson song? 😎

Oh no, I'm predictable😄

Flesh and Bone: Do you eat meat or are you a vegetarian or vegan?

I'm not a full vegetarian but I rarely eat meat because I don't want to buy the cheap stuff that's from animals living in poor conditions but I also don't want to leave a lot on money on it, so I rarely buy it myself.

Discovery: If you would have to leave your hometown, where would you like to go?

As in living somwhere else? Then I basically do that already, I live right next to my hometown😄 I love my hometown so much that I know I wouldn't be able to live somewhere else or rather I need a big city to live in but wouldn't want to leave the country. Two other cities in Germany come to my mind though.

A hundred years: How do you think the world will look in 100 years?

I am a pessimist so I think right wing parties would gain more and more followers, we will have fucked over the climate unrepairable and have to live with a lot of refugees, and there's probably another war🤷‍♀️ Yeah don't ask me about the future, I never had hope in me.

What is your favorite Alex Mattson song?

That’s hard to answer actually. Good Kids gives me some very specific vibes, so I love that one. Followed by We Never End, Forget You and Love Lie.

#answered #another-sun #thanks for the bonus question #aganinst spotify wrapped believe I haven't listen to him in a while #Oh you could also do a Robin Packalen and Lost Society edition

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whale-shark-queen · 2 years

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What would happen if N from your AU met canon N?

Oho. This will be fun. I was originally planning on drawing something for this but my brain isn't in the right mood atm but thank you for the ask @lunathewafflelord !

I do however have All Together, Too Many N AUs so I shall assume you mean my nuzlocke?

I shall put under a read more because there's a lot I would like to share and actually can that isn't horrifically spoilery to my comic, because I actually think about this scenario quite often just for funsies so I hope you enjoy :>

Here we have Noah (N) from my Potted Plants nuzlocke

a teeny lil doodle i did of him as part of a bigger meme that I can't share just yet because of major spoilers but there he be.

I think he and canon N would have a lot to talk about regarding their ideals, the differences in their upbringings and families too -- Noah having an actual good father in his Ghetsis (henceforth who shall be known as Dadsis to avoid confusion) vs N's Ghetsis especially. Noah would also very gladly adopt canon N as his brother, against his will if he had to (not that it would matter because Dadsis would adopt N as his own son anyway), because he would be excited to have a new member of the family and especially want to help N in any way he possibly could and share all the things N missed out on. Including food.

There are of course many major things about Noah's character I can't share just yet as I haven't gotten to that point in my comic and I wouldn't want to spoil ;) but one thing I can say is that Noah -- despite being able to also understand and talk to Pokemon -- would have INCREDIBLY different attitudes towards Pokemon and human interaction that N would.

For starters, literally every single person in the Pokemon fanbase who knows the slightest thing about N has collectively accepted that he's vegan/vegetarian.

Noah is not.

N could ask; 'My dear friend, you can hear Pokemon's voices too, can you not? Why...why do you feel so comfortable consuming them?' and Noah would look at his burger, look at N, shrug, and take another bite. 'They're not Pokemon anymore.' Would be his answer. Noah suffers the same 'hypocrisy' that a lot of us humans do-- we despise and loathe animal abuse yet we still enjoy eating meat even when we know that the animals are not always kept in the best conditions.

Of course, Noah lives somewhat guilt free specifically because in my nuzlocke universe, Team Plasma (also known as the Plasma Foundation) has the castle set as a Pokemon sanctuary where Pokemon can roam the castle and grounds 100% freely - and all the nuzlocke rules stem from Dadsis putting law in place to conserve and limit the amount of Pokemon suffering as much as possible. This includes everything to do with harvesting literally anything from pokemon. Meaning any Pokemon from Combees kept to make honey to Miltanks kept for meat are kept in the utmost best and basically luxurious conditions or that shit WILL get shut down by Plasma, immediately.

But in the case of Noah's views towards Pokemon compared to canon N -- N clearly gets along much better with and can much more easily talk to Pokemon, seeing them as equals to himself whereas it's implied due to his upbringing and childhood living among Pokemon, N views himself as an outlier, and that humans are still an 'other' to him -- as he sees himself as 'the bridge between humans and Pokemon' and how he's surprised by how Alder calls him a human even after everything in Masters. This is somewhat simliar to Noah as well, though this is hard for me to fully explain without spoiling certain things-- but he views Pokemon as equal to other people. So if you were to force him to go to a party filled with people and Pokemon, Noah would feel just as uncomfortable around strangers that are Pokemon as he would around strangers that are people. Noah also has identity issues - though he's human, he views and resigns to accepting himself as an 'outlier' between humans and Pokemon but for spoilery reasons that I can't discuss that are different to canon N's -- and another source of a lot of conversation between the two that is also interesting to think upon that again, can't say for spoilery reasons :3

Basically; N sees himself and Pokemon as an 'us' with people as 'them' whereas Noah views both Pokemon and people as 'them', if that makes sense.

Not to say that Noah is a total introvert-- infact he's rather outgoing. He's just shy to begin with, as someone who also grew up in the Plasma castle his entire life. Of course, he was not confined to a single toddler-like room and only allowed to befriend abused Pokemon like N. Though he unfortunately did come across and speak with many Pokemon that had been harmed and abused by people, Noah also grew up surrounded by loving and caring people and family members not just in his own father and siblings (for the most part) but the gym leaders and elite 4 are all basically like crazy aunts and uncles to the Harmonia family as well. The Plasma Foundation is full of people who care and tend to the injured Pokemon that come through their halls so Noah doesn't go through the same journey of learning his life was a lie like N did.

Due to Dadsis being so incredibly famous and well known all throughout Unova and the world (and because he's very overprotective), he kept his children in the castle from the prying eyes of the public and especially paparazzi, so that they could all decide once they were old enough for themselves whether they wanted to live a life of fame, or just keep to themselves and live a 'normal' life. Noah is someone who wants to do the latter so that he can travel Unova, find himself and do the gym challenge in peace. It's not like he was entirely isolated since again, Noah was never locked away like N was, but he did still grow up isolated from people outside of his family of his own age group, especially since he's the youngest of the bunch; the baby of the family.

Due to him being the 'baby' of the family - yes, he was coddled a fair bit growing up and is also quite naive. But he's had his own fair share of hardships and trauma that I can't go into just yet, and so while he may be prissy about certain things, he is by no means stuck up or horrid or selfish in any way. While N might be happy to sleep freely under the stars nestled amongst Pokemon, Noah would absolutely refuse to lay on the dirt amongst the bugs and germs, do you KNOW how many creepy crawlies could climb into his hair and ears and mouth?! Yuck!

Going back to the difference in attitudes towards Pokemon, speaking of Bug Pokemon, Noah hates them. Petrified of them. Could you imagine sleeping in a castle where there are bugs and animals freely moving about the halls and walls and being able to hear the spiders and moths talking, let alone the rats? You'd think it'd be better if you could ask that giant spider in the bath to scoot over, but no, Noah has such a crippling fear of bugs and would happily squish them at any given chance. 'Those aren't Pokemon. They're demons. Skittering about...their countless legs, constantly scuttling...their tiny voices, never ceasing, popping up in the most unexpected places...evil! They're beings of pure evil, I say!'

He would also absolutely not be afraid to throw down with a Pokemon himself if it came to it. None of this 'uwu Pokemon are all my friends and never tell lies!' business. He sees them as equal to people and absolutely knows that Pokemon are capable of being little shits just as he, and any other person is. Of course he's no Pokemon abuser, but he wouldn't be afraid to defend himself (though he's physically such a weakling that he wouldn't be able to do much damage anyway lol) or hunt down a Wingull that stole his chips at the seaside (I actually scribbled out a silly little comic of this exact scenario once lol)

I can very clearly picture Noah and N at a beach side cafe in Undella (Noah is absolutely petrified of water and the oceans but so long as he's a sufficient distance and has something to distract him from it he can withstand being in some sort of vicinity to it) with N freely feeding parts of his lunch to wild Pokemon from his hand whereas if one of them was so bold as to attempt to take from Noah's plate, the above scenario would happen wherein Noah would snatch the Wingull midair and threaten to turn it into hot wings if it did not release his food back to him post-haste. N would probably squawk in surprise himself and desperately attempt to pry the Wingull from Noah's hands, who would only release it upon recieving back his food and by tossing the thing back out the window, complaining about how atrocious its tableside manner was and how rude it is to steal from people.

N would also have to stop Noah from swallowing Appletun whole on his watch. It's not his fault they're potentially delicious! They're walking apple pies! Of course he wants to eat them!

have some more scribbles lol and yes that last one is based on that meme of the guy with the giant burg

Anyway this post came out waaaay longer than I thought it would and ofc I don't wanna spoil too much but I do think canon N and Noah would be able to get along despite their differences and Noah being so open about eating Pokemon, as they both have a lot more in common than one might think, just in...different ways. Noah also likes to take care of those around him (including Pokemon! He's not horrid to them for no reason! Only when they provoke him! Or are delicious looking) so he would absolutely be able to tell if things were making N uncomfortable and make things better for him.

Have a bonus doodle of my partner @harmo-n-ia 's N and mine in a PikmiN scenario cuz I thought it was funny. Noah just wanted some Purple Pikmin steak!

Thanks again for the ask <3

#pokemon #n harmonia #natural harmonia gropius #potted plants nuzlocke #chubby N #noah isnt an ass hes just a hungy boi

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"There was a blog on tumblr somewhere where the person made a post about working on the Kevin Costner film "Horizon". And specifically about working around Jamie. They posted some details about what he was like. They said he very much kept to himself and didn't really socialise outside of the work. Mentioning he would isolate himself in his hotel and didn't even turn up to the wrap party."

He does seem like an introvert to some extent. There are events you can tell he loves and will go to if invited. You can tell he enjoys fashion shows. He has attended a lot. Also, if he is around people he is comfortable with then you see a difference. He would have Sam with him at events or when he was at interviews/award show/conventions with Joseph. With the cast of Stranger Things, he made connections as he felt comfortable. He probably did not feel comfortable with a lot of people on Horizon. Also, I thought it odd she posted a story about the movie when the trailer came out. I noticed as opposed to Stranger Things he didn't post about it. Is this another thing she may have advised him to do?

I am an introvert and rarely goes places. But if it is something that I love or will excite me, then I will go to hang out or a movie. Or if it is with someone I trust. If not, then forget it. There has to be a comfort level. If you notice since he has been with Jess, he is more introverted. Not saying his exes were the best, but you can tell he enjoyed going places while with them. With Jess there seems to be this isolation. Also, Jamie probably did not want to jeopardize his sobriety as who knows if there was alcohol on set. In addition to being vegan. I am sure with that environment there was nothing but meat eating. So I don't blame him for keeping to himself. Again, to ask if she does have a hand in his career now why have Jamie take this role? I feel a lot of decisions made are coming from her for some reason.

You raise very good points here. All of them. He could also be the type who is...I'm not exactly sure how to explain it. An introverted extrovert. I think if his social anxiety were that bad in general he wouldn't handle fans and conventions as well as he does (or do so many of them). He may not have social anxiety at all he just doesn't have the energy/social battery that he needs or wants to do them. For example: I would not consider myself an introvert. I have no social anxiety going into new situations or dealing with new people but (a lot of times) I don't have the desire or motivation to do so. This doesn't necessarily equate to social anxiety is what I'm saying. Or even a level of comfort. He could have been perfectly comfortable and fine around everyone on the set of Horizon (while working with them) but not the desire or motivation to be around them all of the time because of the reasons you said. Nothing in common with them or being around meat/booze things like that. It's kind of hard to tell because there are so many possibilities. I've had jobs and co-workers I loved, while I was at work, but hell if I wanted to go to parties with most of them.

As for the rest of it, Jess does seem to be the differing factor in his history. For the entirety of his fame, he's been a very certain way. Flamboyant, somewhat masculine, somewhat feminine, fluid, eccentric, pretty/handsome, stylish, eccentric, and all in a way that was organic and natural.

Jess comes along and he drops that entire personality and style for something very hard masculine with no fluidity. It seems extremely unlikely he'd get to the age of what, 32? 33? Being the entire way he's always been then randomly without any influence from anyone does a total 180 from where he was to what he's become. The only new person in his life that we know does nothing but hang around him all day and night is Jess.

It's more than reasonable to assume she's driving this and he's changing for whatever reason. Maybe she's threatened to leave him if he doesn't do exactly what she wants. Maybe she preys on his fears of abandonment. Maybe she's really scary and abusive and threatens or hurts him if he doesn't listen to her. Maybe she gaslights the hell out of him and has convinced him that only she knows what's best. Whatever the case, the change came after Jess, not when he was alone, not before, and he was never like this dating anyone before. Yes, he did seem to mirror their style in some capacity but he did not change his personality, stop talking to fans, or act like a beaten puppy on a leash.

#jess moloney #jamie campbell bower #jamie bower #mail

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Do you still read the newspaper or have an online newspaper subscription? Occasionally I’m not subscribed to anything though.

What’s your favourite kind of meat? (vegan/vegetarian options count!) Crab.

Have you ever been mistaken for staff at a store you were just visiting? Yeah, I have.

What’s the coolest or most memorable animal you’ve ever seen at a zoo? Pandas, for sure. I saw them at then Memphis zoo a handful of times and I am forever grateful for that because I love them so much. Oh, and bats!!!

Do you share a bedroom with anybody? My husband.

What colour are the public buses where you live? White and blue mostly.

How often do you pay your utilities bills? They are included in our rent which is such a fantastic set up we have going for us.

What video game have you played the most hours of? If you don’t know, just make a rough guess. I don’t know.

Do you own a two-piece bikini? Yes, all my suits are two pieces.

Is there anybody else in the room you’re in right now? Nope.

What have you got within reaching distance of you right now? My phone, my coffee, various office supplies.

What have you been craving lately, food-wise? Anything non-food? Sushi, always.

Is your short-term or long-term memory worse? I mean, I have my moments with both.

Do you do anything in particular to help you fall asleep? I have a white noise machine.

What was the weather like today? It’s only 8am but it’s 63F and rainy and I wish I could open the window in my office right now but it’s STUCK.

Who will you see within the next week? My husband, my coworkers, my family, my nieghbors, my friend Randal and his friends when we go to the Ren faire this weekend.

Do you have any guilty pleasure music? Anything you’re willing to admit in this survey answer? I don’t really believe in guilty pleasures but I definitely have songs I like that my friends judge me for, like ones by MGK hahahahah.

What was the last movie you watched that was over two hours long? The King of Staten Island, which does NOT need to be as long as it is, but I’ll watch Pete do anything for 2 hours ahahahahaha.

Speaking of which, what’s the longest you think a movie should be? I personally think most movies are too long. Hour and a half - two hours is a good time frame.

Do you know anyone who is a medical nurse or doctor? Yes.

Have you ever worked night shifts? If so, did you like it? Not really? I worked until midnight sometimes at Party City, but I wouldn’t call that a “night shift.”

Are you good at fixing computer problems? For the most part.

Do you tend to make decisions by following your heart or your head? Head, mostly.

What’s the population of your current city/town? Why do surveys keep asking me this? A little under 3 million.

Do your parents live in their hometown(s)? My dad, yes. My mother was born in Tennessee, but she passed away 10 years ago.

What are you wearing today? My go-to cool weather outfit. converse, jeans, and my favorite hoodie.

Are you one to accessorize a lot? Eh.

What language other than English do you know the most words of? Spanish, but un poco.

When was the last time you ate? Did you eat something nice? I had a banana and some fruit snacks a little bit ago.

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Brian was dying of heart cancer. Still, the band wanted to make his twenty-first birthday celebration special. They were told about his prognosis by Dave. Did he know? Yeah, they told him. He wanted to live the rest of his life without regrets. They didn’t want the party focused solely on him dying but celebrating him. Could they bring presents? Mike decided they were appreciated, though not expected. If they wanted to buy something for him, that would be okay.

Dave bought him a stuffed bear from the gift shop. He thought it was cute! After taking a shower and having his hair washed, he put pants on under his hospital gown for modesty and warmth. Because he was cold, he also put a robe on. His long hair was pulled back into a ponytail. He was in a great mood, as he sat in a wheelchair. The hospital permitted them to have the party in his room.

They also allowed them to have pizza and drinks. Mike remembered he wanted a meat lovers pizza, so he ordered that for him. He also ordered one vegan pizza and one cheese pizza. Twenty-one. It was a milestone birthday! When everyone arrived, they said happy birthday to him and hugged him. He was still hooked up to machines, which they pretended not to see. They were making sure his heart was still beating. While they talked with him, they noticed he was having trouble speaking.

“My dad visited yes… erday for a while. He flew in from where he was working.”

“How was that”, Elisa asked.

“It was a lot of fun. We just talked. He ‘poligized for not being there for me. When he gets home, he is going to visit me again.”

That sounded like he was making more of an effort to be in his life. He nodded. Because of their closeness with Mike and Dave, she and Brad knew about the situation. Brad had a drinking problem. That was why he wasn’t allowed to be in his life. It was more about protecting Brian from getting hurt. They made an exception since they wanted him to see their son, just in case something happened to him during surgery. They couldn’t live with themselves if they didn’t give him a chance to see him one last time.

When it was time to open gifts, he did so while everyone was sitting in a circle. They were mostly gag gifts to cheer him up. He got a plastic shot glass, the last Backstreet Boys album, a Linkin Park beanie to keep his head warm, a children’s book on insects, and a t-shirt that said, FINALLY LEGAL. Every gift was appreciated by him. He would be reading the book while in the hospital. They laughed. Was the shirt the correct size? He checked. Yes, it was!

Dave helped him put it on. He then put on the beanie. They all got up and took pictures of him with a big smile on his face. What was the Backstreet Boys cd he got? He held it up. It was called Unbreakable and had come out the year before. He took off the wrapping from the cd and opened it up. It looked so cool! Chester thought he remembered how much he liked the band. He did.

The pizza was delicious! Which one did he order? He got the meat lovers. Rob and Brad appreciated how they remembered to get a vegan pizza for themselves. While they ate, they continued talking. A couple of nurses came in to check his vitals. They said hello to the group and asked how the party was.

“To quote Brian, ‘it’s awesome!’”, Rob said.

They laughed. After an examination, they left so he could continue having fun. He had to stay in the hospital for another week to recover from surgery. Then, he would have to take it easy while at home. Mike and Dave were going to talk to him about moving in with them, even though he wanted to be independent. It would just make them feel more comfortable knowing they would be there in case of any emergency. But they could wait for that conversation later.

Brian had some of his drink in his new shot glass. Diet Coke. They watched him as he pretended it was alcohol. He raised his arms as they cheered. They imagined how much pain and discomfort he was feeling, though he had a permanent smile on his face. He put on music from his iPod, though he made sure the speakers were not too loud.

“Brian, what song is this? I’ve never heard it before”, Karen asked.

“I’m Shipping Up to Boston by the Dropkick Murphys. It was in the movie, the Departed.”

The song was a blend of Irish music and punk rock. They also heard Johnny Cash, Linkin Park, other country artists they didn’t know the name of, Bon Jovi, and other classic rock artists; the Backstreet Boys, Jay Z, Ray Charles, and the Lion King. The country songs he chose were not that bad. There was one in particular that they asked him about.

What was the name of it? I’m Already There by Lonestar. It was one of his favorite songs. The song reminded them of being gone on tour for months at a time. They had to leave everything behind. It meant missing out on birthdays, anniversaries, and sometimes even holidays. Was that what Brian meant by country music telling stories? Yes. He didn’t like the songs about drinking or trucks because he couldn’t relate to them. The stories were why he liked country music more than what was currently popular on the radio.

Whenever he heard a song he liked, he added it to his playlist. Wasn’t that song from The Lion King the song he auditioned with? Yeah!

“I Just Can’t Wait To Be King. That was my favorite song at the time. One of my favorite songs. I wanted to go to Africa and see the lions. My dad told me that wasn’t a good idea because lions were different in real life and we would need a guide to protect us.”

“I bet a lot of kids wanted to see the Lions because of that movie. What is your favorite animal?”

“I like all animals. I wanted to get a cat when I was younger. That wasn’t possible because we traveled so much. I almost convinced him to get a dog. I can’t remember why we didn’t.”

What was his favorite insect? Ants. They were just like humans because they were social creatures with communities. They also worked together, like bumblebees or a pack of dogs. They were also very intelligent. They didn’t know that. He nodded. When he was younger, he loved watching them.

If nobody could find him, he was usually underneath a picnic table or laying on his stomach somewhere. Were there any insects he didn’t like? Not really. There were some that he would never get close to because they were too dangerous, but no. He had yet to meet an insect he didn’t like. Would he ever have an ant colony? Probably not because they were…. fragile.

Maybe if he had one outside. Then if it broke, he didn’t have to worry about hundreds of ants in his house. That was a good idea. Dave told him they would look into that for him. Maybe there was a case that couldn’t easily break. They could go to a pet store. He was excited about that! They laughed. After a few hours, they left him to rest. They hugged him again and said Happy birthday. He thanked them for coming. They also said goodbye to Mike and Dave.

“How was that for a party”, Dave asked him.

“It was awesome!”

He and Mike laughed. A nurse helped him back into bed. Did he want his presents on his bedside table? Yes. They arranged them nicely, so he could see them. Thank you. He would read the book later. Mike told him to rest. It had been a very fun afternoon. They could see genuine happiness on his face. His eyes also lit up. After fighting with his heart for over a year, it was a relief to see. They left as he was closing his eyes to sleep.

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