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poolsidepanic · 1 year

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Stranger Things Femslash Week - Day 4: Soulmates

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Chrissy Cunningham/Heather Holloway | Soulmates | Red String of Fate | Secret Relationships | Fluff

Writing when your soulmate keeps tugging on your soul-string is no simple affair. Each sudden jerk has the neat swirls of Chrissy’s handwriting jolting into something disorganised and barely legible.

One would think that should be annoying – after all, Chrissy is sitting in the middle of her Biology class, trying to make sure her notes are useful to revise from, with her soulmate serving as a fairly unignorable distraction – and yet that couldn’t be further from the case at all. Instead, she finds herself fighting down amused smirks, stifling huffs of laughter into the palm of her other hand.

She’s fairly sure Vickie, from where she sits on the next desk over, has figured out what’s happening. But she doesn’t really want the whole class to notice (especially not their teacher who is never impressed by interruptions) and laughing aloud would surely draw even more attention.

So, it should be frustrating; but all Chrissy feels is fond.

The clock above the door ticks another minute forward and the string gives a particularly hard tug. Chrissy’s pen clatters to the floor and heads turn to look at her, making her cheeks flush with heat. When Chrissy leans down to put it back on the desk, she discreetly yanks back on her end of the string just as hard. Straightening up, she feels a brief thread of irritation travel down the connection.

“You okay, Chrissy?” Vickie asks, ever considerate.

She just nods back, offering a half-shrug as a clear what-are-you-gonna-do.

By the time they’re finally dismissed for lunch, Chrissy is almost as impatient to see Heather as the other girl must be to see her. She might joke, in light moments between the two of them, that this is just for a chance at reprieve from the consistent tugging of their soul-string; the reality is that Chrissy would spend every moment of every day cradled in Heather’s arms if she could.

She makes her way down the bustling halls with Vickie, making their way to the canteen where the pair will split up for their respective friend groups. It takes every ounce of her self-control not to dash straight between all the bodies of other students to find her girlfriend. She manages, though, because they agreed that no one will know that they’re dating, let alone that they’re soulmates.

Vickie might have some suspicions, though. It feels almost unnatural not to confide in her cousin, though. They’ve been stuck with each other throughout school, and parentally enforced playdates enough that the pair are halfway to inseparable. And Vickie knows something’s going on, too, she just doesn’t know the full extent – with the secret being such a light, joyful thing it almost wants to bust out of her sometimes so keeping it to just that vague knowledge is, frankly, a miracle.

“You still not gonna tell me what’s going on?” Vickie asks with a smile.

Honestly, Chrissy isn’t entirely sure she deserves the patience.

“Because,” Vickie continues, “you know that you can trust me with whatever this is, right? I mean, I know I’m a bit loose-lipped – and when I get talking anything and everything is liable to come tumbling out – but, Chris, I swear I would keep it to me if you ask. You’re, like, my best friend and I promise–”

“I know,” Chrissy cuts off with a giggle. “I know. You’re my best friend, too, but I just… It’s not only my secret so I can’t. I’m sorry.”

Vickie nods like that makes total sense.

“No, I get it. I’m here for you, though.”

Chrissy’s response is cut off by a sudden sharp tug to the left, an entirely different direction than to the canteen, and she smiles coyly instead.

“I, um, I gotta…”

“Yeah, yeah,” Vickie grins. “See you later. Go have fun with your secret paramour.”

“Vickie!” she hisses, but Vickie is already disappearing into the crowd and she has more pressing matters to attend to.

The gentle pulls on her string lead her out towards the bleachers. Even as she tries to pace herself, she finds her feet hurrying along the path, heart pounding with excitement in time to the incessant tugging on her little finger.

When she ducks below the frame of them, she finally lays her eyes on her other half. Heather is sprawled with her back leant against the frame in a way that looks incredibly uncomfortable, jerking her wrist in time to the little tugs Chrissy can feel and now even see as their red string curls in the air between them like it is caught in some invisible wind.

Bearing a wide grin, she tugs back on her end and Heather’s head startles in her direction. Expressive brown eyes meet her own, sparking with amusement and affection.

“Took you long enough,” she taunts as Chrissy drops down beside her.

“Maybe I was punishing you for distracting me all lesson.”

Heather narrows her eyes and Chrissy hides her smile in the crook of the other girl’s shoulder. Their string curls around them as Heather drops a kiss to her brow, entwining their fingers between them.

#cunningway #cheerguard #chrissy cunningham #heather holloway #stranger things femslash week #i dont think you understand how much soulmate aus are my shit #i love the trope so much. its my comfort trope.#fics 🌸✨#edits 🌸✨

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elementalladymallorie · 2 years

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So I have Fearne on deck for the flowers associations!

So I'm kind of cheating a bit, realizing now I kinda did the same with Orym, but I'm using one of the flowers in her design, the Oleander and Snapdragons!

Oleanders are poisonous, which is deceptive for how pretty the flowers are. Fearne wears these flowers along with hemlock and other poisonous plants. They also have slightly different meanings depending on the color.

Pink oleander's mean Playfulness and Youth, and yellow oleanders mean Happiness and Creativity.

Fearne is a very playful person with her friends and seems to have a fair penchant for pranks. She is youthful in demeanor and should also technically still be a small child, if not for Mori. Along with her playful demeanor, she also seems to be predisposed to being happy, or at least joyful. She also has a fair amount of creativity to herself, in some of the things she chooses to shapeshift into, some of the lies she tries to come up with, and of course deciding that Mister deserves a gun.

Oleander's as a whole can represent Caution and Charm, and red oleanders represent charm as well and Heat.

Fearne is certainly charming. She delights a lot of people, and she can certainly charm her way out of a problem. For all that she's charming though, she's also dangerous and unpredictable at time which should make one cautious. She's a Circle of the Wild Fire Druid, so the connection to heat is fairly prevalent. Plus, one should always be careful around an open flame.

Snapdragons also come in a variety of colors with different meanings as well. Snapdragons represent Grace and Deviousness.

Fearne carries herself with a lot of grace, in my opinion, from not getting too angry when Bertrand hit her with the glass to just walking up to place her hand on someone's chest to burn them. Snapdragons are also associated with grace due to growing in rocky places. She's very devious. Pick-pocketing people easily and being able to pass off that she was the person that's always owned it. It goes hand in hand with being a rogue.

Purple snapdragons represent like all purple flowers, represent Royalty and in a break from the norm Spirituality. Yellow snapdragons like all yellow flowers are for Positivity and Optimism.

Fearn did say that her parents would call her a princess and the Calloways, or at least Morri, seem to have some kind of Feywild pull. Fearn's got an appreciation for nature, which could be tied into her being a druid and spirituality if maybe a stretch. She's kept up a lot of positivity and optimism throughout the Bell's travels, especially with now that they would find a way to bring Laudna back.

An added interesting, fun fact; Ferns can symbolize eternal youth.

(Laudna), (FCG), (Orym), (Ashton), (Imogen), (Chetney), (Laudna pt.2)

#critical role #cr campaign 3 #cr fearne #fearne calloway #cr campaign three #cr spoilers #cr c3 spoilers #still tagging spoilers for now #but idk how long i need them?#Need to think of a proper tag for the flower posts #especially if i decide to do more of these #Chetney's gonna be the hardest to do #because i have no clue where to start #Imogen's probably gonna be a bit hard too now that I've done Fearne #Who I thought would be my second hardest #floral arrangements

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feykaplan · 1 year

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[ asena keskinci, cis woman, she/her ] - was that feyza kaplan i saw by the lighthouse today? i heard that the twenty-six year old who has been in nightrest for her entire life and works as an owner of medusa has a reputation of being zealous, but also abrasive. they reside in low point & people in town usually associate them with always scrolling on her phone, the sound of stiletto heels on marble, having no filter & blood red lipstick. let’s hope the killer doesn’t go after them next.

trigger warnings: -

BASICS

full name: feyza kaplan

nickname: fey, bitch

date of birth: december 14, 1996 (bc ofc she’s a sag)

gender: cis woman

pronouns: she/her

occupation: she calls herself a model but she is just as unemployed as azra tbh

birthplace: nightrest, massachusetts

sexuality: bisexual

height: 5′4″

BACKGROUND

the baby of the family, she’s the most spoiled

she’s dilara’s youngest sister and they’re honestly pretty close despite the fact that they live completely different lifestyles

dilara’s a stay-at-home mother with two kids and fey literally cannot comprehend being a mother right now

she doesn’t even know if she wants kids like that’s so far out of her mind

she grew up in such a wealthy family, that she never really had to work for anything. whatever she wanted, she got tbh

it’s so funny how her parents honestly think of her as some sort of sweetheart slash angel slash gift from above because she’s SO sweet around them

but that’s not the case with everyone else LMFAO the lady can be so out of pocket for no reason omfg

however, she does value her family and her found family. she keeps her circle tight because she doesn’t trust people easily

there’s not really a reason for it tbh, she just wasn’t built that way

good at a lot of things because she took so many lessons as a kid from ballet to violin to swimming to fencing to horseback riding but none of them really stuck as she grew older

will forever have respect for her older sisters even if they don’t share her mindset because she believes that sisters are and always will be forever like that bond can never be broken

they could go weeks without speaking to each other but she knows she’ll always have them and that she can always depend on them

there is not a humble bone in this woman’s body like she’s rich and hot and you WILL know it

also gets really scared of commitment and runs when things get serious!! rip

PERSONALITY TRAITS

+ zealous, courageous, authentic

- abrasive, self-serving, judgmental

FUN FACTS

she doesn’t really have a filter. she’ll say whatever she thinks of in the moment without regard for your feelings

a natural redhead so fuck outta here asking her what hair dye she uses because she’s gonna yank your hair and tell you you deserve it

all this lady has is the audacity because she can say the most out of pocket stuff and still be like 😇

can and will throw hands because she loves to fight especially if it’s to defend a friend

definitely became a cheerleader in high school solely because she knows she’d look cute in the uniform

she’s like the fun aunt tbh and is surprisingly good with kids

is also surprisingly clever, did really well in school and remembers a lot of things but she keeps that to herself tbh just files it away in a cabinet in her brain

has a torch red (red chevrolet corvette) that’s her BABY. scratch her car in any way and she’ll scratch you right back across your face

loves to travel tbh she’s been here her whole life but she’s always going somewhere

everyday is fashion week in here like you will never see this lady in sweats like im sorry that’s just not happening

is always up for a good time tbh especially in the bedroom 🤪

can’t cook to save her life

here to be messy xoxo

WANTED CONNECTIONS

ride or die azra my bby

childhood friends who stayed friends

childhood friends who drifted apart

high school sweetheart / first time

ex-friends

unexpected friends

good influence

drinking buddies

enemies

friends with benefits

ex-flings

flings

family friends

older brother figure

#nightrest:intro

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kitkatt0430 · 2 years

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Had a nice Sunday today. :D Took Estelle to visit my parents and, while Estelle bounced from lap to lap getting all the cuddles a cute dog can possibly get, I showed off the Portal games in an attempt to convince my parents they should try it. I forgot how difficult some of those puzzles start getting the further in to the first game you go.

(Me - I love the companion cube, I could never kill it. My Dad - Kill the cube, see what happens. ^_^)

Anywho, I've got three fics I wanna do snippets for this week. First up is from The Whistle Blower verse. After the news finally breaks, Iris' summer session journalism professor uses the scandal as an opportunity to push her students to embrace their inner investigator. Which Iris takes to like a duck to water. But first she's dragging Barry along for the ride.

"And Starling is no where near as bad as Gotham. Even if they do have their own big name vigilante now."

"I'm just saying, we get cornered in an alley by bad guys and have to be rescued by another vigilante with a bad attitude, I deserve all the coffee," Barry grumbled.

"Oh like I've never traveled halfway across the country so you could investigate some weird maybe science, maybe magic thing that ended in us escaping from a cult that wanted to sacrifice us a la Supernatural," Iris retorted. "Stop complaining, you were so thrilled about meeting Batman you couldn't shut up about it for weeks."

"We promised never to discuss the cult thing again," Barry hissed in a panic.

Of course, Oliver's not actually in Starling City right now because he's in Central City supporting Hartley. But Iris and Barry don't know that. :D And I'm pretty sure Barry doesn't want Joe knowing about the Batman incident either. Iris is having way too much fun teasing him.

I'm also working on another entry for Finn Bingo, focused on him interacting with Leia. So I've made him Leia's Padawan and am basically ignoring everything post The Force Awakens for this canon AU.

Leia smiled proudly. "You've come so far so quickly already, Finn. Before, you thought your abilities were weak, especially compared to Rey's. But I just heard you list as strengths the very abilities you thought were your weak points when we began your training."

And... he did. Didn't he?

Finn smiled back and ducked his head. "I think the hardest thing I've had to learn so far was to value myself."

Leia's trying to build Finn's self confidence and guide him towards discovering his potential as a healer.

Flufftober's coming up so I've got a story lined up for that already. The first fic I've got ready for the event is a Flash AU set in an alternate post season 4 timeline - the specifics aren't really important, just that Cisco ended up losing his hands similar to how he had in the bad future from S3. He's since physically recovered and had his prosthetics created - it's really just a sort of peek into their lives where Cisco's still struggling with his mental health some, though he's doing a lot better now. He's in an established relationship with Harry; they're both disabled in different ways, but they've learned to help each other compensate and become all the closer for it.

"You're wearing my sweater," Harry muttered, smirking as he grabbed on the heavy clothing that swamped Cisco's torso. Dragging Cisco closer so they could kiss good morning.

"Ugh, morning breath," Cisco teased as he pulled away. "Go brush. Also, donuts are on the way. So we're not starting something until after breakfast. And, uh, after I figure out what's wrong with the second charger."

Harry's nimble hands had found Cisco's by then. Or at least Cisco's wrists, what with Harry knowing that the prosthetics felt nothing. So he'd realized Cisco was only wearing the one.

The setup is one I want to explore more later, but probably as a separate fic/series from this one. Mostly I'm just testing out an idea here.

#six sentence sunday #fanfiction #the flash #star wars #iris west #barry allen #finn (star wars)#leia organa #cisco ramon #harry wells #cisco x harry

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starlight-time-machine · 9 days

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Week in Review

04/14/2024 – 04/20/2024

Sunday

Week 10 of missing Cipher Academy

Woah, another new character in Girl Meets Rock…I’m a little trepidatious but let’s see how it goes… Always appreciate more Machiavellian Rin, though.

I didn’t have a lot of time for manga today, but I read the new Unluck Undead chapter because I wanted to see the popularity poll results. Like a lot of fans, I was surprised to see Tatiana up so high, but I’m soooo happy to see Feng at third. Then the chapter itself went and reminded me that oh yeah he’s kind of a complete asshole at times… But it seems like Nico giving him a talking to was enough to change his mindset a little. I’m excited to see how this tag team shiritori match goes, especially with Feng already being able to target the pieces of Language’s soul embedded in her creations. (Also how did he braid his hair so fast…I really would’ve liked to just see ponytail Feng or hair down Feng…)

Monday

Oshi no Ko fine. Sometimes the insertion of comedy to soften dramatic blows gets a little grating.

Dandandan good, this mangaka’s creature designs are always some of my favorites, and this one is no exception. It seems like we’re going through the regular cycle of a kid being overtaken by supernatural powers before incorporating those powers into their own fighting style and joining the team, though, and I’m really hoping this is the last. I don’t know how much more I can take before Dandadan feels like it’s really just spinning its wheels.

Magilumiere fine. It appears we’ve been flung into the endgame all of a sudden.

Chainsaw Man fine. We got some fun banter between Quanxi and the others, at least.

Watched through the rest of the Glow Up season and it was generally uneventful (I skipped the Metaverse episode because LMAOOOO fuck that dumb shit). The drag episode was my favourite, as it felt like they were having a lot of fun being self-referential and irreverent (bringing back the model from the infamous I Like To Watch video was an inspired choice). Roo’s look for Cheddar was really breathtaking, too. Other than that, I’m just glad that the person I was rooting for won.

Finally continued my Undead Unluck reread and it’s so good… The best part about Loop 101 for me is how every arc feels like a completely different genre. Fuuko and Void’s boxing match was so hype, Fuuko defeating Sean and his switchblade with ease was such a nice full circle moment, the Buroja War arc was fantastic in terms of character development across the board (gay of Billy to find Tella by the scent of his conditioner though), and the Phil arc was fun, but I mostly loved it for all the Sean/Gina moments it provided.

Tuesday

Agh

Wednesday

Aghhhhhh

Thursday

I can’t believe I missed DunMesh Thursday but I was truly knocked out after rushing work once again. But I did have time to read the latest chapter of Yuria-sensei no Akai Ito – it seems like learning about her dad’s affair and coming to understand her sister’s perspective is what’s going to push Yuria to chase her own wants, which I think she rightfully deserves at this point.

Friday

I’m not gonna lie I got some insanely bad news today so I’ve just been lying in bed depressed out of my mind

Saturday

Undead Unluck reread made me feel better…especially since the Tenraisai arc is so fun and funny. The exploration of the familial bond between Feng and Shen is so cute and touching…and that being the crux to Shen winning their bout was absolutely perfect. One thought I did have while rereading was realizing how…Feng has kind of overtaken Shen as my favourite character… 101 Shen just doesn’t have the tragedy-tinged unhinged energy of 100 Shen that I loved so much, and meanwhile Feng has just grown more and more likeable while still being a battle freak… And he’s even funnier in the subsequent high school arc, which was super wholesome and fun as a whole. (But wow, Chikara’s parents deciding to time travel with Chikara at the end kind of fucked me up, because for all their relatives know, they just disappeared for 16 years…). I decided to stop reading here since I’m pretty much caught up, and I’ve just fallen more in love with Undead Unluck now that I can actually remember more than 50% of the plot. At this point I might raise its score from a 9 to a 10 (I had docked it points for being so heterosexual and having so many fridged relatives, but now I’m just enamoured by the story’s heart and compassion), but I’ll save that thought for when the series ends.

DunMesh Saturday…with a side of spicy ramen and cheese rice cakes to soothe my depressed soul…it was a fun episode…seeing the groups collide and the new social dynamics forming was fun…the first next episode should be fun too…

#week in review #2024

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bearimba · 2 months

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Kris (Pokemon Crystal/HGSS) Character Headcanons

And last but certainly not least, it's time for the third of the New Bark Town kids, Kris! (just to be clear btw, I kidnapped her from Crystal (the game) and threw her into HGSS because she deserves love too)

Anyways, here's my list of headcanons for her:

Her name is actually Crystal, she just goes by Kris because she likes it better (she spells it with a K because when they were kids, Ethan said it was "cooler" and she thought it was amusing so it stuck)

Her pokemon are a Furret and Dunsparce (no particular reason other than I wanted to give her gen 2 pokemon and also I didn't really have great inspiration otherwise)

She's friends (tired older sibling vibes) with Ethan and Lyra, but because of her position as one of Elm's research assistants, she doesn't get to hang out with them nearly as much as they do with each other.

She cares about her loved ones a lot and would probably kill for them, but she's also not afraid to turn her fury on them too if necessary. Sometimes tough love is valid if your friends are risking their lives by being idiots <3

She's four years older than Lyra and Ethan more or less, making her about 20 by the time HGSS rolls around.

She's already been on her own journey when she was around 13-14, during which she managed to get most of the badges and dominated the Battle Tower (which has expanded into the Battle Frontier by the time HGSS rolls around. She likes to visit from time to time when she needs to blow off steam). She probably could've gotten all of the badges if she hadn't gotten bored of travelling.

She likes to battle “just for fun”

“oh haha looks like I won (again)! great battle tho :D don’t worry maybe you’ll get it next time <3” meanwhile the opponent’s team is absolutely decimated. dust in the wind. reduced to scorch marks on the ground

Where Lyra depends more on flexibility and Ethan just kinda does whatever during battles, Kris uses a lot more strategy. She's able to come up with plans on how to defeat an opponent team even if she's never seen their team before thanks to her extensive knowledge of pokemon. However! if her plans happen to get knocked off track, it's much easier to overpower her team.

Also she and Lyra never actually battle but if they did, Lyra would probably win because one: she would just wiggle her way around Kris's tactics, two: she's literally the Champion, and three: Lyra simply has too much Main Character Syndrome™ for Kris to keep up with. No matter which way the battle goes though, neither of them would actually be upset about losing.

She takes over the lab from Elm, though it doesn't happen until he's basically forced to retire (the man loves his work, ok?). He still hangs around though especially since his home is literally on the second floor.

She also specializes in evolution, but instead of focusing on breeding like he did, she's more interested in requirement-based evolution (like why some pokemon will remain in their first stage of evolution despite being old enough/having the experience to evolve. or why some pokemon need certain items to evolve. or why some pokemon evolve with trading. stuff like that. it's definitely a wide field but she enjoys the variety a lot).

She has this habit of flicking people's heads if she's annoyed with them. Light flick? she's being lighthearted. Painful flick? she's actually upset. Oftentimes she'll flick herself if she's particularly stumped on something, usually to do with her research.

She owns a bicycle her parents bought from Goldenrod and takes it absolutely everywhere---girl could probably ride across the entire region if she wanted to.

She typically just wears whatever clothes are comfortable/convenient. She also mends all her clothing until it's unsalvageable and she's even made a couple pieces herself. For example, her white jacket is just a lab coat she cut short and upgraded. She tried to teach her friends but Ethan would get bored after two seconds and Lyra couldn't sit still long enough to learn anything past basic mending. Silver is the only one she's had any luck with, but even then it's far from his favorite activity (they'll still save their sewing projects until they can meet up and gossip together).

Eventually, she cuts her hair short because it's less maintenance (Lyra is devastated by this but tries not to admit it out loud).

Her pokegear is horrendously outdated, and the screen is so cracked it's a miracle it still works. Regardless, she refuses to get a new one because "it turns on just fine."

She has the worst handwriting known to mankind, but she still insists on scribbling everything down herself. It's like a rite of passage for every new researcher to try and decipher her notes well enough to transpose them into the lab's computer system.

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tellthemeerkatsitsfine · 5 months

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Last week I did a round-up of comedy shows I’ve seen/heard lately, and I left off Daniel Kitson’s Maybe a Ghost Story, because I felt like it deserved its own post. This is that post. Spoiler alert, obviously.

Daniel Kitson – Maybe a Ghost Story (2022)

This was a 2022 show because it was first performed last year for two nights in late October, in the Shakespeare Globe theatre, which of course is cool as fuck. This year, he performed it again for a few nights around Halloween, and on one of those nights he livestreamed it. I had a lovely time watching the livestream. The script was pretty well exactly the same as last year’s show, so he wasn’t doing a new run because he’d written new parts to it or anything. It was just Halloween again. I’d be happy for performing this on Halloween every year to become a new tradition. Especially if it always includes a livestream.

I really liked the livestream, as I’ve heard Daniel Kitson a lot more often than I’ve seen him, and it’s fun to see the act-outs and general physical expressiveness. Really quite a lot of physical expressiveness, considering he performed the whole thing while sitting down and reading from a book. It was in a pretty theatre and a nice atmosphere and he smiled and waved his arms around a lot and it was just great fun to watch in the middle of the night on Halloween.

I also think it’s a really good story. It’s pretty much the same concept as his Christmas story, which is available for free on his website in audio form. (Spoiler alert for both shows at this point, and I do recommend listening to that Christmas show unspoiled if you haven’t before and have enough interest in the subject to read my post about it.) Person mourning the loss of a parent travels back to the home of that parent on a holiday. Those circumstances leave them cynical about the holiday, but along the way they meet another person who represents some supernatural entity associated with that holiday, and maybe that’s just in a symbolic way, or maybe they’re actually supernatural in some way, it’s left ambiguous. The entity travels with them on the road trip to the parents’ home, and helps them come to terms with their issues.

…When you put it like that, the Halloween show does sound both derivative, and a bit like boring holiday cliches. But it’s not, I promise! I mean, your mileage may vary. But I really enjoyed both shows. It helps that I don’t mind derivative, particularly when it comes to Kitson. If I really liked the first thing, I’m happy to have more of it. (This is a good thing, I guess, given that both shows he's performed in 2023 are pretty much re-hashes of old shows. But I liked those old shows. And the new ones.)

I like that neither of his two holiday shows rely on a major twist about who the entity is. For the first while, it becomes clear that, according to cliché holiday story lore, it’s probably going to turn out that there’s more to this man who seems like Santa/woman who’s dressed as a ghost than meets the eye. So as an audience member, I’m just waiting for that to get dramatically revealed, or even understated-ly revealed, after we spend enough time with the other character oblivious.

But it doesn’t go that way. Both times, fairly early on, the main character acknowledges that this situation is fucking weird and it seems like they might be traveling with some supernatural thing but of course that’s absurd and they want it explained. So that takes away any impact of a big reveal at the end, which means Kitson can’t rely on the surprise (though it wouldn’t really be a surprise since you can see it coming) of a big reveal, and has to write a story that’s good enough to be worth listening to even if we can already see how it ends.

Maybe a Ghost Story does have one twist that I found quite impactful the first time I listened to it last year, and hit pretty well this year even though I already knew the story this time. (Again, spoilers, genuinely, big spoilers) We spend the first half thinking the main character is a father who lost his son to a tragic accident on the roof, and carries with him an old picture of himself with his son. At some point, he points at the kid in the picture and says “that’s me”, and you realize he’s actually the son and it was the father who died in the accident, and it recontextualizes the whole second narrative. I’d spent the whole time thinking the surprise with those would be that it turns out it’s a story about the dark secret in the main character’s past – which, again, is hardly a surprise as it was obvious, but just hadn’t been spelled out so we were waiting for the spelling out. Kitson sidesteps that, understands that we already got that he was in the story, and gives us a different surprise. I mean, that’s what I thought happened. Maybe everyone else listening to the story worked it out just fine from the beginning. But I found it worked well.

Both stories have some good ruminations on tradition and holidays and aspects of culture that we take for granted because we grew up with them and don’t pick apart much. Both of them are set on road trips and make you feel like you’re on a road trip and are therefore fun for people like myself who like road trips. Both have plenty of both characters acting as mouthpieces of Kitson’s own views and, occasionally, jokes. Which I also think is great. I’m all for more mouthpieces for Kitson’s views and jokes. Both are story shows rather than stand-up shows, but they’re funny. Both are described so vividly that I can see them like a movie in my head.

I think the Halloween one might hit slightly harder than the Christmas one just because it’s such a horrific story. It makes me think of the Mark Watson novel Eleven (major spoiler alert for a major reveal in that one, do not read if you haven’t read that novel and want to, it’s a really good novel and you should read it if you haven’t yet), which is about a guy who had to start his life over after he was babysitting a friend’s baby, and in one moment lost focus and dropped the baby, and it died. I saw Mark Watson interviewed about the book, and he said he wanted to explore that moment of panic that goes through people’s minds all the time, when they’re doing something and realize they could make one tiny, tiny mistake at this point, and it would be catastrophic. Like when you’re holding a baby and imagine what would happen if you stood up too fast and forget to hold it tightly enough and then you’ve killed your friend’s baby. He said he wrote that book to face up to those horrifying thoughts that we all have but try to avoid, by playing out in a novel what would happen if the worst did occur.

Mark Watson, whom I’m pretty sure has spent most of his career wishing he’d be compared to Kitson more often, would be delighted to know that that’s what I thought of when I heard Daniel Kitson’s Maybe a Ghost Story. It’s a similar thing – playing out what happens in the realistic worst-case scenario. The nightmare that keeps people awake at night and could really happen, any day, over one mistake. In this case, the story of how a little boy who didn’t understand the danger decided to play a game with his father on the roof, and then had to live for the next fifty years with the knowledge that his father had died because of him. Genuine horror. Absolutely horrifying horror. Scarier than ghosts or made-up things, was the not-very-subtle-but-still-well-conveyed message.

Having said that, the Christmas show had a lot going for it too, like really poignant and interesting discussions of what family Christmases are like, of the sort I don’t hear often. Stories about how the number of people dwindles as the years go on and older relatives die off, and you can feel them there in subsequent years, but we gather anyway. And a bunch of other similar shit that I can’t think of off the top of my head right now, but, you know, shit like that. Observations that make me think quite a bit more than a “family Christmases are busy, aren’t they?” joke would have done.

So I really like both shows. I'm glad we have a video of the later one now. Would love a video of the Christmas one too, if he wants to stream that in December this year. Though I did order a CD of it, so I'll at least have that soon. Well, I'll have it someday. Eventually. Probably by 2025, given Kitson's organizational skills with that sort of thing.

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2023

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I re-watched The Time Machine (1960)

This is a wonderful, and especially beloved by me, adaptation of H.G. Wells' classic story.

A scientist invents a time machine and, while traveling through time, ends up in the distant future among the Eloi, a simple race of humans who are being ruled and provided for by Morlocks, a race of monsters.

I have a severe affinity for this movie. I loved the book as a kid and my parents rented this film for me because of my interest. (There is another film version starring Guy Pearce and it's truly terrible. I saw that one in theaters and vowed never to watch it again.)

I might be a bit biased when it comes to this film, but just know it is very good, even without my nostalgic eyes. It's one of the great science fiction films.

First off, It's a beautiful film. Visually full of color and award winning special effects, for the time. And the design of the titular time machine is iconic, and one of the greatest film vehicles ever. Some people want to sit in Kirk's captains chair or drive a tricked out Delorean. I want the time machine from this movie in my living room, even if it's my only piece of furniture.

Secondly, the writing is fantastic. Especially the dialogue. The film takes into account the "future" events which happened after the turn of the century. The novel was published in 1895 and the film beautifully incorporates WW1 and WW2, as well as the destruction and the threat of the world destroying weapons which came from those wars

If nothing else, the story focuses on the devastation of war, not only to buildings and streets, but to humanity as a whole. When the world is destroyed, we lose our history and our knowledge along with it. We regress and grow ignorant and, perhaps, we move lower down the food chain. The novel is more of a focus on Classism if I rember correctly, but we're discussing the movie.

Director George Pal, who also made 1953's excellent adaptation of War of the World's, makes beautiful choices throughout this movie. Never allowing it to become anything but fun, while still getting it's message across.

Rod Taylor does a great job as the film's lead. He doesn't have to fully carry the film himself, but he does have heavy lifting to do for the majority of it. He's incredibly easy to root for.

Overall this is just a really enjoyable film and a part of Science Fiction history which deserves to be remembered and revisited.

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The Bet

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Frankie "catfish" Morales x fem!reader

Word Count: 8.6k (i know lol)

Tags: multiple orgasms, pleasure dom!frankie, over stimulation, rough sex, degradation, pussy eating, unprotected PIV sex, Frankie calling you princess, hurt/comfort, massive angst, Frankie is hurting

Notes: I've had this fic idea for months and finally got around to writing it, it's unbeta'd so look the other way if you see errors!! Let me know what you think <3 ily and enjoy besties!!

Warning: this fic talks about PTSD, trauma, drug addiction, alcoholism, life post-service, and the death of redfly please do not read if any of this is triggering for you! (I'm not doing my taglist because I know this is not everyone's cup of tea)

You’ve known the boys for years, Benny and you went to the same high school, although he was a grade above you. He found you crying next to your locker the first day of your sophomore year. You had been trying to get the damn thing open but it wouldn't budge, you’d just started at a new school and someone had already made fun of the outfit you’d chosen. The day was just going horrible, you couldn’t get the stupid locker to open and it was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

He was walking by with some of his friends but stopped when he saw the tears on your face. He asked what was wrong and you turned away, not wanting a cute, tall boy to see you crying, but he was persistent and through your tears, you told him you couldn't get the locker open, that it was your first day and you were terrified. He calmed you down and helped you open the locker and since then he’s been your very best friend.

You were terrified when he told you he was going into the service after high school just like his big brother Will but Benny wrote to you whenever he could while he was gone and he sent you pictures and postcards of the places he traveled. Over the years you started to write to the other members of Delta Force, and you formed friendships with all of them. Santi often sent you little trinkets from merchant shops and one time he sent you a bullet casing with sand in it… you never asked about that one. Will would send you cards and notes too, besides Benny, he was the one you knew best. You spent most of your formative years at their parents’ house, playing video games with Benny and his family is like your own. Tom would send you a few cards here and there and you knew it was just to be polite, he didn’t really give a shit about Benny’s best friend back home. Frankie was the only one who never sent you anything back, Benny said not to take it personally because Frankie was just real quiet and reserved. Although you never stopped sending him letters, you didn’t know why you but you just knew everyone deserved to hear a few kind words. Especially when they’re facing things like Delta Force was.

But it’s been years since the guys have retired and a year since Tom died… Which is why you’re going out tonight with the rest of the boys to celebrate his life. You never knew Tom that well, but Benny asked you to tag along, and you’ll always be there to support him.

You’re sitting on top of a picnic table with Santi in a park, and you’re both watching Benny and Will throw a football around. Santi has been yelling out friendly insults which have earned him a few ‘fuck you old man’s from Benny and middle fingers from Will. Frankie still isn’t here, which isn’t unusual, he’s been distant since Tom’s death. When they all got back from South America Frankie dropped off the side of the Earth. Benny told you that his girlfriend took their kid and left him, saying she couldn’t deal with his shit anymore and he hasn't been the same since then. Frankie’s always been reserved, a bit of a partier maybe and you thought that’s just how he copes with what he’s seen but since Tom’s death, he’s been off the deep end. He’s gotten back into coke and Santi’s been forced to support him financially because he still feels responsible for everything they went through in South America.

Benny and Will pause their game and jog over to you guys. Both of them grab their beers and take a minute to rest.

“Pope, when is Frankie gettin’ here? I’m hungry. If he doesn’t meet us soon I’ll leave your dumbasses here and get food by myself.” Benny whines as he sits on the park bench between your legs and leans his arms on your thighs, with his beer in his hand. You scoff at him and pat his head. Santi takes another sip of his beer before answering.

“I dunno Benny, I’m not his fucking keeper. He knows how important today is, I’m sure he’ll be here soon.” Santi knocks his knee into yours and the motion causes Benny’s beer to shake, it foams up and he jolts forward to wrap his mouth around the neck of the beer to keep it from spilling into his lap. All of you laugh at Benny’s panicked face.

Your eyes move from your best friend deepthroating a beer bottle to scan the park, and your body tenses when you see Frankie’s familiar hat in the distance. Even from here you can tell he’s already fucked up . Santi follows your eyes and he tenses too when he sees his best friend stumbling through the grass. You push Benny’s back and he stands to let you get off the picnic table.

All of you move to meet Frankie halfway, your heart clenches in your chest as you look into his glassy eyes. You’re not as close to Frankie as the rest of the guys but he’s hurting and he refuses to get help and you can see how it’s hurting everyone else around him too.

“You’re late ‘Fish.” Will crosses his arms and frowns at the tall brown-eyed man in front of him.

“Of course you’re keepin’ track. I’m here now, let's go.” Frankie’s voice comes out gravely and a bit slurred. Your eyes move to look at Benny, he’s clenching his jaw. All the boys have been trying to get through to Frankie for an entire year and you know they’ll never give up on him but they’re at their breaking point.

“Well let’s go before Benny eats his hand.” You slap your hands against your thighs as you say the words, the tension is high and you want the conversation to move on before someone says something they’ll regret. You push Benny’s shoulder and he starts moving in the direction of his truck.

“‘Fish you’re riding with me, you’re already drunk. I’m not letting you get behind a wheel again.” Santi’s voice makes everyone pause, you turn around to see Frankie glaring at Santi, but he doesn’t protest instead he just throws his keys at him and walks in the direction of the parking lot. The drive is quiet but you can tell Benny is angry and you know he needs a few minutes of silence to cool down. You turn up the radio and let the soft rock music fill the car for the last few minutes of the drive.

“I’m sorry Gump. I know I shouldn’t be mad at Frankie, but he’s just acting like such a fucking idiot. We all went through the same shit, but he’s just… it just affected him so much worse. It feels like I’m watching another one of my best friends die in front of me and there's nothing I can do to stop it.” Benny’s words sit heavy on your chest, you know they all blame themselves for Tom’s death. You’ve tried to talk with them, tried to get them to go see a therapist but all of them decide to suffer in silence instead. They all drink their trauma away and when they wake up screaming in the middle of the night they push the emotions and memories down, deciding it’s easier to just get out of bed at 3:45 in the morning rather than falling back asleep and into the same haunting dreams. You reach your hand out and squeeze Benny's to offer him comfort.

It's not often he talks to you about things like this, he says he’s trying to spare you, that he doesn’t want you to carry the burden of his emotional stuff. You wish he would let you carry some of it though, Benny came back from the military differently, he’s still your loud, goofy best friend… but a part of him is gone. His large toothy smile hardly ever reaches his eyes anymore and sometimes when he spaces out, his face looks hollow like he’s not really in his head.

“You guys just need to keep being there for him. You’ll get through eventually, he just needs a support system.” Your voice comes out soft and you feel so helpless. There’s nothing you can do to help any of them and you can’t just take their pain and trauma away. Benny squeezes your hand back and sighs. He takes the keys out of the ignition and you know the conversation is done. You get out of his truck and make your way inside Levy’s -- the local dive bar, bowling alley, pool house, and gambling spot all wrapped in one. Levy’s has been your favorite place to frequent since you bought your fake ID from the guy who owns the bar all those years ago.

You guys take up a small booth near the back part of the dive bar, Frankie gets up 4 times throughout the night to ‘go to the bathroom’. You know what he’s doing, everyone at the table does but it's easier to ignore it for now, so you stay quiet while the boys reminisce and you watch them get drunker by the second. You nurse 2 beers because you’ll be the one to drive their drunk asses home like always. Santi suggests going back to his house to continue the party, and all of the boys agree excitedly. So you shove your hand into Santi’s pocket and grab the keys to his jeep.

“Yeah, I’m not letting any of you drive right now. Pile into Pope’s jeep so I can take your dumbasses home to drink more.” Santi wraps his arms around your ribs and pulls you against you, the smell of beer and tequila hits you like a brick wall.

“Gump if you wanted to get into my pants all you had to do is ask nicely.” He ruffles your hair, literally ruffles it, before laughing and stepping away. You fix your hair as you unlock the car.

“First off, don’t call me Gump. Secondly, you wouldn’t even be my first choice of all the guys in this car.” You buckle yourself in and all the men laugh loudly as they settle into their seats. You hated it when they called you Gump, you cry at Forrest Gump one time and suddenly you’re stuck with a decade-long nickname.

“Okay, who would be your first choice then?” Santi slurs the words, he leans over the center console and smirks at you as you pop his jeep into reverse and pull out of the spot. You place your hand on his forehead and push his face away from your personal space, you open your mouth to answer but you’re cut off by Frankie speaking up.

“Oh, we all know if she had to pick someone it’d be Benny.” You hear a loud thump and then Frankie curses, you realize Benny slapped him upside the head. You look at Frankie in the rearview mirror and see him fixing his hat.

“How many times do I have to tell you fuckers that Gump and I aren't like that.” You giggle at Benny’s irritated, slurred voice. They called you his girlfriend for the first 4 years of knowing you. It wasn’t until Benny got a serious girlfriend that they realized you two weren’t fucking.

“My fuck-list is my secret, and y’all will never know it.” You smirk as you drive down the dark road, they’re all quiet for a few seconds before the questions erupt.

“Fuck-list? What is that?” Will’s deep voice filters through all the unintelligible murmuring and you let out a belly laugh at their curiosity.

“I’m fucking with you guys, there’s no list.” There was a fuck-list, it goes Frankie, Will, Santi, and then if you absolutely had to do it, Benny.

“I think she has a fuck-list.” Santi mumbles beside you, he seems almost insulted that he wasn’t your first choice.

“I’ve had to help each of you stumble to bed, I’ve had to wash Benny’s puke out of my hair and I’ve watched all of you relentlessly flirt with women only to strike out. What part of that would make you desirable to me?” You roll down the windows to get the stench of stale alcohol out of the car as you pull onto the freeway.

“One time! And I’ve apologized so much for it, Gump!” Benny’s loud voice comes from behind you and Will lets out a deep laugh at his little brother.

“Fish hasn’t been striking out at all lately, I swear there’s a new woman in my house every morning.” Santi’s words sober the car a bit, Frankie’s been fucking his way through the town, another horrible coping mechanism.

“Yeah and I’m surprised his dick hasn’t fallen off yet. Have any of those lucky ladies called you back for round two though?” You meet Frankie’s eyes in the rearview mirror and he narrows them to glare at you.

“I don’t usually give them my number, one memorable night with me is enough.” You bite your lip to keep from laughing at his reply.

“Memorable or regrettable?” Will jabs and then everyone is laughing again. You pull into Santi’s driveway and kill the engine. You hop out of the car and walk up to the door, opening it with the keys that are still in your hand.

You immediately make yourself at home and spread out across the large couch in his living room. Benny places a cold beer against your arm and you take it from him before he moves to lift your legs and settles himself on the couch underneath them. Santi comes into the living room next with a bottle of tequila and 5 shot glasses, he hits your foot with the bottom of the tequila bottle and you shift your legs so he can sit down too, Will and Frankie take the two armchairs opposite of the couch. You watch as he pours five shots and Benny hands you one. You shift your body to sit up against the arm of the couch.

“To Redfly.” Santi says solemnly, holding his shot up and the rest of you follow suit, toasting their fallen friend. You take the shot and it burns worse on the way down knowing it's a homage for their dead best friend.

You watch and listen as they get drunker throughout the rest of the night, you stay quiet and laugh as they get louder with each shot they take. At one point Santi brings up a mission and you swear they start talking in a language you don’t know. At some point late in the night, you realize you’ve had too much to drink and won’t be able to drive anyone home. Santi tells you not to worry, that everyone can just crash here tonight and he’ll drive everyone back to their cars when he wakes up.

Around 2 in the morning they finally start to wind down, Will calls dibs on the guest room and Benny is kind enough to let you have the couch. Everyone gets settled in for the night but you can’t sleep. You stare at the ceiling for a while before you finally decide to get up and get some water for the headache that’s starting to form. You get off the couch and tiptoe your way to the kitchen to find a glass. You look out the backdoor and you see Frankie on the porch smoking, something pulls you to the door and you step out into the chill of the night to sit with him.

“You got one I can bum?” You sit next to him and pull your legs up onto the large patio chair. Frankie pulls out another cigarette and lights it in his mouth before handing it to you.

“That shirt looks better on you than Santi, you should steal.” You look down and laugh. You swear you could start a second closet just with the clothing you’ve taken over the years.

“You know I probably will too. You couldn’t sleep either?” Frankie shakes his head and looks out at the dark backyard. Both of you fall into silence as you smoke.

“You wanna talk about it?” You ask, hoping maybe in his drunken state you can get him to open up a bit. He turns his head to look at you and rubs the hand holding his cigarette across his jaw.

“No.” His voice is clipped. You know you should stop pushing and leave it be but you’re still tipsy.

“Come on ‘Fish. It’s just us, let's have a heart-to-heart.” Frankie stubs out his cigarette and grabs a new one before replying.

“I don’t want to have a heart-to-heart with the pathetic girl that follows Benny around like a lost puppy. You aren’t gonna magically make me better after a talk either. Take your savior complex and shove it up your ass.” Your jaw clenches at his cruel words but you stay quiet until he brings out a little metal cylinder. He holds it up to his nose and inhales harshly before screwing a cap back on it and putting it away. You snap, dropping your legs to the ground and leaning forward. The words rush out of your mouth before you can stop them.

“Pathetic? You’re calling me pathetic? That’s fucking rich coming from you Frankie. Your best friend died in front of your fucking eyes and here you are wasting your god damn life instead of getting help. You’re making your remaining three best friends suffer by watching you because you’re too fucking stubborn. I bet you couldn’t stay sober for a whole fucking week even if they begged and pleaded. All you care about is yourself, huh?” You throw the butt of your cigarette into the ashtray and get up to walk away. Frankie stands with you and grabs your wrist, dragging you against his chest. His arms move to grab your shoulders and you tilt your head back to look at his face. You can see the rage in his eyes and his jaw ticks as his hands tighten.

“You wanna make a bet? Fine. I’ll stay sober for an entire week but I don’t want my friends to beg me for it, I want you to beg me for it.” You try to shake out of his grasp but his fingers only dig in deeper.

“Fuck you, Frankie, I’m not going to wallow on my hands and knees for you to get better. You have to want it for yourself.” His face falls at your harsh words but he doesn’t let you go.

“I don’t want you to beg like that, Princess.” Your eyebrows knit together at his vague sentence.

“I bet you I can stay sober for one week and if I win, I get to fuck you.” You scoff at his proposal but your body heats at the thought, truly it is a win-win situation. He stays sober and you get to fuck the guy you’ve been attracted to for years.

“If you lose, you have to check into a 90-day rehab facility.” You raise your head higher and hold his eye contact. He thinks it over for a few moments before finally responding.

“60 days.” His tone is final and you nod your head.

“Why sex?” you ask as he drops his hands from your shoulders and steps away, lighting up another cigarette. He holds out one to you and you accept by putting it between your lips, he sparks the lighter and holds the flame to the end of it.

“We all want to fuck you, Princess. Except maybe Benny cause he still sees you as that sad little sophomore.” You roll your eyes as you drop back into the patio chair and take a long drag off your cigarette.

“That’s not a compliment, you guys will fuck anyone who’s of age and has a pulse. And don’t call me Princess.” You ignore the second part of his comment and Frankie sits down again. He moves to take a sip of his beer but his hand pauses and clenches into a fist before he settles against the back of the chair.

“You rather I call you Gump?” You frown, you’d rather he just call you by your name but if the only choices were Gump or Princess you’d gladly take Princess.

“I want you to flush all your coke tonight. Take the temptation away.” You lean your head against your shoulder and watch as Frankie rolls his eyes. He nods his head and takes another drag of the cigarette.

“So we have a deal?” His question makes it feel real, 7 days of complete sobriety and he gets to fuck you… morally this is a gray area but it feels like a step in the right direction so you nod your head and hold your hand out for him to shake. He smirks at your hand and shakes his head.

“No, Princess, we seal the deal with a kiss.” You clench your jaw and glare at him but you still stand on your shaky legs and walk over to where he’s sitting. You place your hands on the arms of the chair and lean forward until your lips are almost touching his.

“Dump your fucking coke first, Casanova.” Frankie’s hot breath hits your face and you look down as his hands start to move, he pulls out the small cylinder and opens it up. You lean back as he reaches for his beer, he dumps the contents of the vial into the beer and puts it on the table.

“Was that all of it?” You lean forward again and he nods. You press your lips to his for a quick peck but his hand moves up the back of your neck, holding you against him. He deepens the kiss and you moan as his tongue runs along your own, he tastes like smoke and beer which is usually a huge turn-off but right now it’s making your mind spin. He finally pulls away and you try to calm your breathing so he doesn’t know how much that kiss affected you.

“Try to stay sober, I’m looking forward to fucking you.” You give him a wink as you pull away from his body completely. You leave him on the patio and go back inside the house.

Day One of The Bet:

Frankie wakes up with a mind-splitting headache, he moves his hand to the bedside table, his fingers searching for his coke… oh yeah that’s right, you made him dump it. He was so drunk and high last night he almost forgot about the bet he made with you. One week of sobriety and he finally gets to fuck you. He sits up and looks at the clock, 11 am Jesus Christ. He gets out of bed with a groan and puts on a pair of sweats, leaving his room in Santi’s house to find the rest of his friends. You’re all silently sitting around the kitchen table with mugs of coffee, all of you look like shit and Frankie feels a little bit better about his hangover. He walks to the coffee maker and pours himself a cup, taking a seat next to you. Your body tenses for a moment but you relax and nod your head in his direction.

You all get your caffeine fix before finally standing up and getting ready to get your cars. Santi drives to Levy’s and he drops off Ironhead, Benny, and you with a quick goodbye before taking Frankie to get his car at the park you guys were supposed to go to, but Frankie got so high he forgot to show up. Pope pulls up to Frankie’s beat-up piece of shit truck and parks the car, Frankie turns his head to look at his best friend.

“Hey Pope —Do you think you could hide the booze from me?” He looks over at his best friend to gauge his reaction, Santi’s eyes go wide for a second but he starts nodding his head in agreement.

“Of course Hermano. Uh, are you uh getting sober?” He looks into Frankie’s eyes and Frankie has to look away from Santi’s concerned, surprised face. You were right, his best friends —his brothers, have been suffering watching him deteriorate. Frankie’s chest tightens as he nods his head as he responds.

“Yeah, Gump and I talked last night.”

“Gump?” Frankie can’t ignore the surprise in Santi’s voice. He and you have never really talked in the past, he’s made it a point to stay away from you. He used to use his girl as an excuse but when she left he started fucking anything and everything to keep you away. Frankie just nods his head as he gets out of Santi’s car, fuck this week is going to be so long.

Day Two of The Bet:

‘Santi ‘shitface’ Garcia: Fish said you guys talked the other night, he asked me to hide the booze… He’s a grouchy asshole right now, I think it’s withdrawals. What the fuck did you say to him? Whatever it was, thank you.’

You smile at your phone, he really is trying.

Day Three of The Bet:

God this fucking sucks, Frankie feels like shit, it’s been over a year since he’s been sober for this long. He’s having to face a lot of demons too, things that he can usually suppress with the drugs and the drinking. All of this for some pussy? He rolls his eyes and takes another sip of water, his body has been shaking and sweating since yesterday and he’s gone through 2 packs of cigarettes since the bet started. But God he knows you’re worth it.

Your words from that night replay in his mind, you think he’s pathetic —that makes him feel worse than the withdrawals. Knowing his friends see him as a burden, well, maybe not a burden, but they have been worried about him. He knows they’ve been worried about him but he’s just been too fucking numb to care.

Day Four of The Bet:

You sit in Benny’s truck, he has a fight tonight and everyone is going to be there. You haven’t seen Frankie since you made the bet, but Santi’s text from a few days ago has you hopeful that he’ll stick to his guns to win the bet. The thought sends a jolt of pleasure through you, if fucking Frankie will keep him sober, you’ll gladly take one for the team. Benny stops the truck in the rec center parking lot. He’s been silent the whole drive and he finally turns his head to look at you.

“Frankie’s been sober since that night at Pope’s, he said you talked to him. What did you say? How did you get him to do it?” Benny’s eyes are soft as he asks, you smile at him and let out a quiet laugh.

“I just made him an offer he couldn’t refuse and I think he’s finally ready to get better, Benny.” He smiles at you, and it reaches his eyes, he leans over the bucket seat and hugs you to his chest.

“Thank you, Gump, I love you.” Benny’s gentle tone causes tears to form in your eyes and he squeezes you once more before he moves to get out of the truck. He jumps up and down for a second.

“Okay now get out of my truck so I can go kick some ass!” You laugh as you step out of the truck, ready to cheer Benny on for the night.

Day Five of The Bet:

Frankie got to see you last night and he’s finally starting to feel normal. Everyone stayed sober at the fight which was awkward and fucking weird. He doesn’t want people to do that, he doesn’t want people to think he’s some fragile little thing that they have to walk on eggshells around. But he got to see you and he had to stop himself from dragging you to the grimy rec center bathroom and fucking you right then and there. He’s replaced drugs and booze with masturbating and god fucking dammit you plagued his mind every single time he reached for his cock. Two more days… he thinks about that, you only wanted a week of sobriety, he could go back to his old lifestyle after the week is up but he doesn't really want to.

It’s familiar and comforting, the drugs that is. They’ve helped him get through his post-service life, the VA doesn’t do shit for veterans, and so many of them turn to drugs because the thought of reassimilating into society is just too much to bear. Frankie doesn’t want to be like that though, he wants to get better and he decides that his life with drugs is done but the second the week is up he’s grabbing a beer though. The drugs he can let go but a cold beer is non-negotiable.

Day Six of The Bet:

‘Frankie Morales: One more day Princess, I’m trying to decide if I want you on your hands and knees first or if I want to bury myself between your thighs. Too many decisions.’

Frankie’s message sends shocks of pleasure through your body. You want to say you’ve never doubted him but that would be a lie. You’re glad he’s sticking with it, you can only hope he keeps this up after the week is over.

‘You better take me to dinner before you bury anything between my thighs, save that for dessert.’

Day Seven of The Bet:

Seven fucking days. Seven days of full sobriety, but Frankie did it, he won the bet. He gets in his old beat-up truck to pick you up and his heart rate picks up a bit, it’s not like he’s nervous. It’s just weird, he’s kept you at arm’s length for years because he’s wanted nothing more than to rip your clothes off and fuck you until you cry. Benny made it clear that none of them were allowed to get involved with you though. He didn’t want anyone ruining his friendship with you, and all of them respected that but that was years ago. So he kept his distance but now he’s going on a date with you, and tonight he’ll finally know what your sweet little moans sound like. He pulls up to your apartment and sees you waiting in a pair of shorts and a crop top, he groans to himself when you get into his truck, this dinner is going to last forever.

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You climb into Frankie’s truck and give him a small smile. He looks good, his face seems brighter and he doesn’t look so tired, sobriety suits him.

“Let’s go I’m fucking starving. I could probably put an entire pizza back by myself.” You say the words as you buckle yourself in and Frankie laughs at your forwardness. The drive to the restaurant is quiet but comfortable. The radio plays quietly and you stare out the windshield trying to wrap your mind around the fact that Frankie stayed sober just to fuck you. Frankie pulls into a parking spot and hops out of the truck, and walks around the hood to your side quickly. You move to open your door but his foot comes up to kick it closed, he opens the door himself with a smirk on his lips.

“You don’t get to open your door here, Princess. Lemme be a gentleman.” You hop out of the truck and roll your eyes.

“Oh yeah very gentlemanly, taking me for pizza before you fuck me because of the bet you won.” Frankie wraps his arm around your shoulders as you guys make your way inside the restaurant.

“Chivalry ain’t dead, baby.” You let out a loud laugh at his sarcasm. This is the Frankie that’s been missing. You guys sit down, you order a beer immediately and you’re surprised to see Frankie only orders a water but you don’t say anything. He doesn’t need people questioning him or pointing out his actions, he just needs support.

“So am I allowed how this week went or are you gonna call me pathetic again?” You raise your eyebrow and take a sip of your beer, maybe a part of you is still angry at him for blowing up at you.

“The night’s still young, who knows what I’ll call you. The week was shitty, I haven’t been sober in over a year but I feel good.” Frankie’s finger traces the rim of his water glass and he doesn’t make eye contact as he talks. You nod your head and let the conversation fizz out.

“So do you have any hot plans for us tonight? What does a memorable night with the Frankie ‘Catfish’ Morales look like?” You put your arms on the table and lean your head on them. Frankie looks up from his water with a smirk, the mischievous look in his eye sends a shiver down your spine.

“You’ll just have to wait and find out, Princess.” Your thighs clench together at the low growl in his voice. The anticipation from this week has been building deep inside you and you’re getting impatient. When the food arrives you eat quickly so you can get the fuck out of there. You eat mostly in silence with only a few words exchanged. When the check comes Frankie immediately reaches his hand out to grab it and you roll your eyes. You pull a twenty out of your wallet and throw it at him. Frankie tries to push it back to you but you glare until he puts it with his own money. This may be a pre-fuck date but you’re more than capable of paying for part of it.

“Let’s get out of here, Princess.” Frankie stands and holds his hand out for you. You take his hand and you two walk out of the restaurant.

The drive back to Santi’s house is quiet, your heart rate picks up when his house comes into view. Frankie parks the truck and turns to look at you.

“Uh-- thanks, for waking me up. You were right, I was wasting away… I appreciate you.” You can’t stop yourself as you lean across the seats and kiss Frankie. His lips meet yours hungrily and his fingers tangle in your hair pulling you closer to his body. Frankie pulls away from you to get out of the truck, he walks to your side and opens the door for you and his lips are back on yours immediately. You stumble out of the car and Frankie’s hand wraps around your waist as he walks you backwards to the front door. He fumbles with his keys and you move your lips to his neck, he groans as he gets the door open. Frankie pulls your body closer to his as the both of you stumble through the front door. His lips move to your neck and you let out a soft groan.

“What the fuck is this?” Benny’s voice is like ice water getting poured down your back. You turn around slowly and see Will, and Santi sitting on the couch with amused looks, Benny is out of his seat and walking towards you and Frankie. You rack your mind for an excuse, something to explain why your tongue was down his best friend’s throat.

“I took her out to dinner to say thank you.” Frankie wraps his arms around your shoulder and he pulls you into his side.

“That doesn’t explain why your lips are on her ‘Fish.” Benny crosses his arms and glares at Frankie touching you.

“Benny, calm down. Gump is an adult! Leave them alone.” Will stands up and claps his brother on the shoulder. You’ve seen this look in Benny’s eyes before when you’ve gotten boyfriends. He’s one breath away from asking ‘what Frankie’s intentions are’. You glare at Benny.

“Benny, stop acting like my dad. What are you guys doing? Is there a game on?” You break away from Frankie and bump Benny’s shoulder as you pass him, making sure to shoot Will an appreciative look. You sit on the couch next to Santi and he wraps his arms around your shoulders. So much for ripping Frankie’s clothes off the second you walked through the door. You should’ve known the boys were going to be here.

Benny comes to sit on your other side, forcing Frankie to sit in one of the armchairs. He has a little smirk on his face and his eyes are watching you intently. You turn to look at Benny but he’s too busy glaring at Frankie, so you do the only sane thing possible. You stand from the couch and walk over to Frankie, taking a seat on his lap. He wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you closer to his side. Will and Santi stifle laughs as Benny’s face goes bright red. He doesn’t say anything though.

You guys watch whatever dumb game was on the tv. You didn’t pay attention though, Frankie’s thumb was tracing circles over your bare thigh and his other hand was rubbing its way up and down your back. The gentle, mindless touch was so distracting. You feel yourself getting more turned on with each passing moment. At some point, Will and Benny finally stand up. Frankie pats your thigh and you get off him so he can stand too. Everyone migrates towards the door and Benny turns to look at you.

“You need a ride home, Gump?” Benny sets his hands on his hips and looks between you and Frankie. You open your mouth to reply but Frankie cuts you off.

“She’s gonna stay here tonight Benny.” His arm slings over your shoulder again and you watch Benny’s jaw tick and before anyone else can speak over you or cut you off, you speak up.

“Benjamin Miller. I am a grown fucking adult, stop talking over me. Frankie and I went out to dinner and whatever we do afterwards is none of your guys’ fucking business. I love you but Jesus Christ.” Benny’s eyes soften and he turns his attention to Frankie.

“She’s right, I’m sorry but if you hurt her-”

“Yeah, I know you’ll kill me.” Frankie cuts Benny off to finish his sentence for him. Benny nods and gives you a quick hug before hugging Frankie too. He leaves without saying anything else. Will turns to look at you and whistles.

“Well Gump, guess we know who’s first on that list now.” He winks at you and turns his attention to Frankie, giving him a quick nod before he’s out the door too.

Santi closes the door and looks between the two of you with a dumbfounded look on his face. You stifle a laugh as his mouth hangs open. He rubs a hand down his face and sighs.

“Frankie? Really? Okay, fuck it whatever. I’m going to bed. I swear to god if you guys are loud I’ll lock you outside!” Santi starts to walk away as he talks and Frankie lets out a soft chuckle at his empty threat. Your heart rate picks up again as Frankie turns to look you up and down.

“We don’t have to do this, Princess.” His voice is low and you know he’s giving you a way out but the thought never crossed your mind, you don’t want a way out.

“Oh don’t tell me you’re chickening out ‘Fish.” Frankie’s soft expression turns to a devious one and his hand wraps loosely around your throat. He pulls you against his body and kisses you with force. His tongue dances across your lower lip and you gladly open your mouth to deepen the kiss.

He only breaks the kiss to pull you up the stairs to his room, he kicks the door open with his foot and pushes you inside. He slams the door shut and his hands are on your body again, moving up your side to wrap his hand in your hair. He walks backwards to his large bed and sits down, pulling you on top of him. You grind your hips down and he groans into your mouth before flipping you over. Frankie pulls away from your lips again to rip your shorts off and his eyes widen when he realizes you aren’t wearing any underwear.

“Fuck me, Princess.” His mouth attaches itself to your inner thigh and he kisses his way up your leg.

“I’m trying to.” you pant as you speak and his lips move to your other thigh to do the same thing. He pushes himself away from your body and you whine at the loss of contact. He shifts your body further up the bed and spreads your thighs apart, baring your naked cunt to him. He lets out a low groan and lowers his head, his hot breath makes you gasp. Frankie wastes no time as his tongue dives between your folds, the scruff of his facial hair is a stark contrast to the warm, wet softness of his mouth. Your fingers move to tangle in his hair, dragging him closer against your lower half. Frankie’s hand moves to your entrance and he teases your hole before slowly pressing his finger inside you.

“Fuck, Frankie!” He curls his finger in a ‘come here’ motion and all of the sensations make your hips buck upwards into his mouth. He lets out another groan as you continue to squirm underneath him. His tongue adds more pressure to your clit as he presses a second finger inside of you. You let out a long moan and gasp as you feel your orgasm approaching quickly. Frankie wraps his free hand around your thigh, holding your body as close to his face as he can get it.

“Come for me, Princess.” Frankie mumbles the words against your clit and your release crashes through your body. You grind your cunt on his face and moan loudly as the waves of your orgasm fills your body with indescribable pleasure. Frankie keeps his face buried between your thighs and you try to push him away when everything gets too sensitive.

“Give me one more. Come on baby.” Frankie brings your clit between his teeth and you start to pant. Your fingers dig deeper into his hair and you tug, you’re not sure if you’re trying to bring him closer to you or trying to push him away. Frankie’s fingers speed up and he throws your legs over his shoulders, your heels dig into his back as he tries to force a second orgasm out of you. His free hand glides across your stomach and he grips your chest, pinching your clothed nipple between the rough calloused pads of his fingers. You bite your lip and look down to see Frankie staring up at you, the lower part of his face hidden by your pussy. You push the hair off his forehead and he groans, the vibrations of it sending more pleasure through you.

Your head falls back and you squeeze your eyes shut as your second orgasm rips through you with no warning. Your thighs clamp around Frankie’s head but his tongue and fingers never slow down as he lets you ride out your pleasure. He finally pulls away from you and leans back on his knees. He brings his fingers to his mouth and sucks your come off of them with a content moan. You sit up and grip the bottom of Frankie’s shirt. You rip it off his body before wrapping your arms around his neck and bringing your lips up to kiss him. He tastes like you and he shoves his tongue into your mouth transferring his spit mixed with your come into yours. You whine at the pure shamefulness of it, Frankie’s hand wraps around your throat again as he pushes you back against the bed.

He kneels again and undoes his pants, pulling them down his thighs freeing his cock. Your jaw drops when you realize how big it is, he’s girthy and long. Your eyes move up his body to see the smug smirk on his face. His fingers find the hemline of your shirt and you arch your back so he can pull it off. Your thin bralette leaves nothing to the imagination. He wraps his mouth around the cloth and he sucks your hardened nipple into his mouth, soaking the material in the process. Your hips buck again and his hand moves to cup your other breast. He pulls away from your chest and gets off the bed, you sit up and take your bralette off, leaving yourself completely naked. Frankie takes off his pants and walks over to his dresser. He pulls out a hitachi wand and your jaw drops when he turns back around with a smirk on his face.

“I’m not using your communal vibrator Frankie, how many girls have you used that fucking thing on?” Frankie gets back on the bed and pulls your knees apart so he can settle himself between your thighs.

“It’s brand new, Princess. I bought it with you in mind.” Your mouth goes dry at the thought of Frankie buying a sex toy to specifically use on you. He places it against your clit and turns it on the lowest setting. You gasp as your over sensitive clit starts getting stimulated again. Frankie moves his hand up to your mouth.

‘Spit.” You gather as much moisture in your mouth as you can and you spit it into his waiting palm. He brings his hand to his cock and massages your spit into the skin. The head of his cock brushes against your entrance and you tense, your heart rate skyrocketing. Frankie notices and pauses his movements.

“You’re sure, Princess?” The soft tone is back and you vigorously nod your head, you weren’t tensing because you didn’t want to. His cock is just so big you think it may split you in half. He lines up with your entrance again and slowly pushes in. You whine as he stretches you open, he thrusts forward and buries himself inside you. He pauses for a moment so you can catch your breath. Once you give him a small nod he turns the hitachi up to full speed and grabs your ankles. Frankie places your ankles on his shoulders and fold you in half and then he starts to brutally fuck himself into you. His pace is steady and his thrusts are deep and harsh. You groan as the vibrator assaults your clit, your eyes roll into the back of your head as Frankie fucks you roughly.

“God you’re so fucking tight, I’ve been thinking about this every day for the past week.” Frankie’s low voice makes you open your eyes and look up at his face, his look of concentration causes you to clench around him eliciting a low groan from his throat. He wraps his hands around your thighs and straightens his back. He uses the leverage he has on your thighs to bring you down on his cock even more forcefully. You let out a loud moan and curse as you feel him brush against your cervix.

“You and me both, buddy.” Your voice comes out breathy as you say the words between thrusts.

“I’ve fucked my hand thinking about this moment Princess, even before the bet. You’re taking me so well, my perfect little slut.” Frankie’s degrading words work you closer and closer to your release. The vibrator is pressed harshly against your clit, and the constant simulation is only adding to your building orgasm.

“Tell me about it Frankie, I’ve wanted this for so long.” You meet Frankie’s eyes and one of his hands peel away from your thigh. He presses his thumb into your mouth and you suck on it.

“Of course you have, Princess, you’re just my little whore, waiting patiently for me to fuck you until you shatter around me.” You moan around his thumb as you tip over the edge, falling face first into your third orgasm of the night. Your clit throbs underneath the pressure of the vibrator and you move your hand to get it away from your body but Frankie pulls his thumb out of your mouth and catches your wrist.

“No baby, that stays right there until I’m done with you.” You cry out as everything quickly turns from pleasure to over stimulation. You buck your hips trying to get away from it. Frankie continues his brutal pace and your legs start to shake on his shoulders as your pain blends together with pleasure.

“Pull it away, it's too much Frankie!” You whine the words out as you thrash underneath him and you cry out again when Frankie gives another rough thrust, the vibrator grinds against your clit causing your upper body to jolt off the bed. You sob as a fourth orgasm is forced from your body and you feel tears pricking at the corner of your eyes as your cunt clenches around Frankie’s cock.

“It’s okay Princess, you’re doing so well for me, I know you can handle this, do it for me baby.” Frankie’s deep soothing tone helps calm you a bit as you gasp and pant. His hand drops your wrist and he intertwines his finger with yours, planting your hand on the bed next to your head. Your entire cunt is throbbing in pain and pleasure.

“I can handle it, I can be good for you.” You whisper the words as you make eye contact with Frankie. His hips stutter and you can tell he’s close. He groans and his hips slow down a bit.

“So pretty, my pretty little Princess.” You feel Frankie’s cock twitch inside you and his thrusts slow to a stop. He immediately turns the vibrator off and pulls it from between your legs. You whimper as it drags across the sensitive skin. He pulls your legs from his shoulders and wraps them around his back. Frankie falls forward onto his elbows and he kisses you again. His cock is still buried deep inside of you as he tenderly kisses your lips. After a few minutes he finally pulls out of you and you both hiss at the sensation.

You lay boneless against his mattress as he stands up. He pulls on a pair of sweats and sneaks out of the room, he comes back with a bottle of water and a towel. He hands you the water and sits on the edge of the bed. Frankie moves the towel between your legs and cleans you up. You whimper again at the contact, the over stimulation has left you raw and sensitive. He’s very gentle about it, his eyebrows pulling together in concentration as he tries his hardest to avoid your throbbing, painful clit.

“You did so good, baby. I’m sorry if I got too rough.” Frankie throws the towel into a hamper across the room and lays down next to you, pulling you onto his chest. His fingers move comfortingly across the skin of your naked back. You let out a big sigh and relax into his body.

“Ironhead was wrong.” You mumble the words as you feel exhaustion taking over your body.

“What?” Frankie’s confused tone pulls you back to consciousness.

“This was a memorable night, not a regrettable one.” Your voice is quiet and Frankie chuckles underneath you.

“Yeah and it definitely won’t be a one time thing, Princess.” Frankie’s soft words are the last thing you hear before you fall into a peaceful sleep.

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hello-nichya-here · 3 years

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How NOT to write romance - How I Met Your Mother edition

Warning: long-ass post and lots of bitterness over a TV show that ended nearly eight years ago.

Basics for story-telling

If the romance you want to write is dysfunctional, fucking embrace it and have fun with the concept instead of pretending the bad shit the characters do is okay because “it’s true love”

Acknowledgde that your main character has flaws instead of acting like he is a saint who can do no wrong for no reason other than “he is the main character. Definitively don’t make him do, of his own free will, the exact exact same things the supposedly “selfish and cruel” womanizer does and then excuse it as him having “succumbed to/been tricked by a bad influece” like he’s child who doesn’t know any better instead of being a grown ass adult.

Don’t make your characters be annoying, entitled fuckers who think they have the right to judge others for wanting different things out of a relationship/not wanting a relationship at all. Don’t act like monogamy, double dates with other couples, marriage and children are something EVERYONE secretly wants deep down.

Don’t demonize the “evil” character of the group and act like the “heroes” being appalled by the shit he does is anything other than hypocricy. There’s literally nothing forcing them to be friends with him, so they’re obviously not as horrified at bad shit he does as they say they are, otherwise they would have ditched him a long time ago.

Don’t have the “heartless womanizer”, who we later find out is the ex-husband of the girl the lead wanted for himself, be shown to us exclusively through the eyes of the an unreliable narrator who had motivation to make him see worse than he is likely to be (get his kids to want him to get the girl instead of the “douchebag”). Also, don’t make his schemes to trick women into sleeping with them so completely absurd and ridiculous that the audience is pretty sure that 70% of the women he banged were completely aware he just wanted a quick fuck and went along with it anyway because they wanted some dick (and because the character is played by Neil Patric Harris, who is incapable of not being charismatic)

Fucking let you characters (especially the supposed hero we’re supposed to think is the best boyfriend ever) grow instead of making them constantly repeat the same mistakes

Lily and Marshall

Don’t make one of the characters hide something very important from their partner, and then have the audacity to be mad at them for “just not understanding” as if they were given any reason to understand what the problem even is

Don’t act like someone being heartbroken that their partner lied to them and practically made a plan to “escape” being married to them means they’re not being “supportive” of said partners dream - you should especially not do that after we were shown that they took a job they didn’t like just to make sure they’d have a secure future that would allow said partner to follow their dream.

Don’t have the character who was obviously in the wrong need to be convinced to get their shit together and apologize to their ex.

If a character forgave the ex who wronged them and even got back together with them, don’t have them constantly hold their past mistakes over their head like it that problem has not already been solved - you especially not make them do that on what was supposed to be their wedding day. They can either forgive their partner or not, they can’t keep going back and forth.

Don’t have them constantly hide important shit from each other (having a huge financial debt, getting a job, etc)

DO NOT have the character who fucked up years prior suddenly be willing to do the same shit again for the EXACT same reason (”I think our relationship is in the way of my dreams and I’m now completely isolated because I refuse to talk things out with you”) and then expect the audience to sympathize with them.

Ted and Robin

Unless you’re writing a Disney/Disney-esque romance, don’t have your lead just look at someone across the room, decide they’re “The one”, imagine their life together and full on say “I’m love with you” AND “I love you” on the first goddamn date.

Don’t have the lead stalk his love interest, and throw three parties in a row just to have an excuse to get close to her now that she made it clear she is not interested in having a relationship with him.

Don’t have the “hero” lie about having broken up with his girlfriend so the girl he wants to be with will sleep with him, and then have him blame his actions on time. “Nothing good happens after 2 a.m.” Grow a pair of balls, Ted!

If one of the characters says “You’re going too fast on the whole ‘love’ thing. Can’t we just go on a few dates and see what happens instead of already starting to plan our lives together?” and the others throws a fit, that is called “being incompatible” and “damn, this dude doesn’t respect boundaries”, not “Wow, she’s so afraid of commitment”

If you want the audience to believe the main character’s feelings are not one-sided, don’t make the fact that said feelings ARE unrequited a running joke, and don’t have the girl only accept giving him a chance after having to deal with the fucker whining “But I love you” for months and/or after going through bad break ups. Also, if you have to retcon half the fucking show to “proove” that “she DOES love him”, that pairing fucking sucks.

Don’t compare the couple you want the audience to root for to the main character’s divorced, dysfunctional parents, and don’t have flashbacks showing that the lead had no clue what his girlfriend actually liked in bed AND that she literally covered up his face so she could pretend she was fucking someone else.

DON’T MAKE HER GET RID OF HER DOGS, YOU FUCKING MONSTER!

If your lead character is still jealous/possessive of his ex, thinks he still has a chance even after she told him to his face that she didn’t love him, and acts like she and her fiance (who he says is his friend) being happy is somehow them being selfish and cruel, your lead character is a loser AND an asshole.

Don’t throw away the entire premise of the show (Ted finding the REAL love of his life) just to force a bad pairing down the audience’s throat

Ted Mosby in general

Don’t have your “romantic, sensitive hero” break up with a girl on her birthday through an answering machine, come back into her life without warning years later because he’s afraid he’ll die alone, and find out that she never heard the message but was actually told about it by her friends and family who were at her apartment preparing a surprise party for her. You should especially not make his first reaction to this new be being mad that he was not invited to the party, and for the love of God, don’t make him break up with her on her birthday AGAIN.

Don’t have the “hero” cheat on his girlfriend and excuse it with bullshit like “Nothing good happens 2 a.m.” and “But I genuinely love Robin so it’s okay that I’m lying to both of them”. Do not, I repeat, do NOT have him blame it on his girlfriend being distant when she didn’t pick up the phone one night and then called back the second she was free to do so, while he was enjoying the gifts she sent him and LIED to her about having sent her some as well.

Don’t fucking make an entire episode with the premise of him turning a no into a yes - and telling that story to his children like it’s romantic.

Don’t have his fiance, who he knows has a rocky relationship with the father of her daughter, tell him she is uncomfortable with him inviting his ex to their wedding and then have him decide “This means I should invite her ex as well”. Also don’t expect me to feel bad for him when she runs off with said ex.

Don’t have him spend YEARS waiting for one of the hundreds of girls he thinks is “the one” to be single and even ask her neighbour to spy on her and let him know when/if she breaks up with her boyfriend - again, for YEARS.

Don’t have the lead say he’s gonna tell their kids about his love story with their DECEASED mother, only for it to secretly be an excuse for him to go “By the way, I’m still in love with aunt Robin despite her having rejected me for 25 years, can I go screw her?”

Don’t act like making the characters reverse back into who they were at the beginning at the story means they’re gonna make things work this time when the whole point of their break up in the beginning on the story was the fact that they’re just not right for each other.

Robin and Kevin

A therapist who was supposed to help their patient move on after a bad break up that messed them up, dating said patient is a major red flag. It is also a bad sign that, when she cheats on him and wants to break up, he realized what she was doing to used his job as “evidence” that he knew better and that she should NOT tell her partner how she felt/what she actually wanted.

Do NOT have said therapist date yet ANOTHER patient that asked him help to move on from a bad break up. Seriously, Kevin was a creep, stop acting like he was some angel who “deserved better than Robin.”

BONUS: How NOT to break up a couple - Barney and Robin edition

Don’t act like their relationship falling appart after their friends kept meddling, and even kept them locked in a room against their will until they labeled their relationship as something they aproved of, is somehow “proof” that they’re not good for each other.

Don’t retcon their relationship to force a break up (seriously, Barney was super supportive of Robin long before he even fell in love with her, but I’m supposed to believe he’d be a bad boyfriend who is never there for her? And he loved advantures and always said “challenge accepted”, but was suddenly miserable travelling the world with her and couldn’t deal with not having wi-fi at the hotel? Fuck off)

Don’t spend an entire season focusing on their wedding, have them get married and then divorce THE NEXT FUCKING EPISODE! Why do you hate your audience? Even people who don’t want them together can see this a terrible idea.

And most important of all, when people question what the fuck were you thinking, don’t have a meltdown on twitter and say that people who think Barney can change are responsible for Donald Trump being elected, you fucking weirdo, go see a therapist (that isn’t like Kevin)

#how i met your mother #himym finale #swarkles #anti ted and robin #fuck ted mosby #worst finale ever #barney stinson #barney deserved better #robin deserved better #they deserved better #i deserved better

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mouthfulloftoothpasterry · 3 years

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Feeling like a family

Summary: Y/n visits Harry during his lunch break, letting him in on the relationship both her and Milo have with Xavier. Then they go to the zoo and have a little family day :)

warning/ disclaimers: swearing, family issues.

Things have been going amazing with Harry and Y/n. Ever since their date a couple weeks ago they have been seeing each other more and more. Harry has been coming into her bookshop while she’s working when he can. Just to surprise her and make her day a little better, sometimes he brings her lunch on the weekends and she visits him when he is spending hours after school hours grading art work and setting projects up for his students.

It’s been new and exciting, and extremely fun. Not to mention the kissing has definitely been a plus. They went to have coffee with each other a couple days after their date, spending a good portion of the morning together. They have basically been inseparable since, Harry even invited Y/n and Milo over for dinner so they could all get to know each other better. Loralie was just excited to have guests that weren't family, and also to see a friend from school outside of school. She had a great time with Milo, they played together while Harry and Y/n cleaned up dinner together and snuck kisses in the kitchen.

It's another Wednesday. Harry had Loralie and Milo's class now and he is letting them finger paint. It’s mainly been a calm class, he didn’t have to deal with much usually and if a kid did have a melt down the teacher and/or teachers assistant would deal with it instead of making Harry deal with it. “Looks great, Lora,” Harry says, kissing the top of Loralies head before scooting past her and walking over to his messy desk. He has papers, projects, markers, paints, all over his desk, even with all the time he spends after school he feels like he may never get it organized.

“My mummy likes your daddy.” He hears, looking up to see Milo and Loralie talking. His cheeks turn crimson when he hears it, did they really give it away that easy? Their children now caught onto the fact that the two were dating? That was just embarrassing. “My daddy likes your mummy.” But that was more embarrassing.

Harry ignores it (and the burning in his cheeks) and just hopes that the teacher will hush the class. He busies himself with cleaning his desk, trying to shove the papers into the drawers and file folders that they belong to but his mind is still distracted. He’s gonna have to tell Y/n that their kids know. The bell rings and he looks up from his desk. “Okay, you can leave your paintings where they are. I'll put them on the drying rack and you’ll get them tomorrow!” Harry sings, moving over to Loralie to kiss her cheeks and say a goodbye until he sees her at lunch time. “Bye daddy” she says, waving to him after kissing his cheek and joining her class.

Harry laughs, letting out a sigh and putting the messy finger paintings on one of his many drying racks. It’s his lunch time now. He has to supervise lunch so he gets his break before everyone else.

He wanders around his class room, doing random things and cleaning up his messes that he’s made from the two days of the week before him. He didn’t have plans for lunch, he would probably just have an extra big dinner. He’s happy to find Y/n cured his rumbling tummy when he sees her walking through his classroom. He smiles, chuckling at her big dramatic smile that was obvious teasing. “Hi, darling.” He says, leaning over his desk to press a kiss to her lips.

She sits on the art table in front of his desk, setting two to-go boxes down. “Hi,” she says back, handing him one of the to-go boxes. “No sitting on the tables.” Harry teases while he reaches out to take the white Styrofoam box in his hands, quickly thanking her. “Suck it up.” She shrugs, her feet setting in the chair that was once tucked under the art table. “I just got you a sub and fries.” She says, plucking a chip from her box and taking a bite out of it.

“Why Are you here? Not that I’m not happy to see you, of course.” He smiles, reaching over and giving her hand a squeeze. She shrugs, tapping her shoes down on the chair while she pulls her food into her lap. “I forgot to put Milo's' lunch box in his backpack so I had to drop it off.” She says, making Harry smile. So he thought she would have lunch with him? She’s adorable. “So how’s your week been, babe?” Harry sings, sitting back in his big office hair and relaxing into it while he eats.

“Fine. Milo's dad visited.” What?! Since when did he come around? And since when was he “Milo's dad” and not “Xavier”? Harry knits his brows, gulping down his food before he responds, a little nervous. Harry and Milo are best buds, they have grown closer and he’s tried to pay him more attention when he sees him in class as well, he doesn’t want their friendship to be ruined now, even though what he is thinking is selfish. Milo deserves a good daddy.

“Since when does he come around?” He asks, Y/n rolling her eyes at his tone. “He’s a photographer so he’s always traveling the world. I mean he pays child support, he’s not a shit dad. I just have my own issues with him.” She says, her tone heavy with annoyance. Harry was under the impression that he was a horrible dad and didn’t even try to care for Milo, but now he hears he pays child support and visits?

“I just thought he didn’t care.”

“Well… he’s trying. Like I said he’s traveling the world so he can’t always see him but he pays child support and he’s trying to come around more. He did come over and take some cute photos of Milo though.” Y/n smiles, remembering how her baby posed so well for the camera. He was shy at first but then they found a stray kitty out on a walk and he was more than willing to pose with it.

Harry nods, taking a bite out of his sub. He finishes his bite and wipes his mouth with the brown paper napkins, “Is he gonna take Milo for the night or something like that?” Harry questions. Y/n is happy that Xavier is trying to see him more but she doesn’t think she would be able to be away for a night, especially when he doesn’t see Milo that much anyways. “I don’t think I would be comfortable enough to let Milo stay with him, for now at least. But he’s flying off and leaving Friday so I don’t have to worry.” Y/n confesses, taking a bite of her sub while she waits for Harry’s response.

“Yeah, I understand that.”

They eat together before Y/n deems it time for her to go. Giving him a hug and a kiss goodbye before she heads out and opens the book shop back up, letting Harry finish out his day.

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Harry and Y/n had made plans to take their little ones to the zoo. Y/n told Harry that Milo had been going on and on about lions so it was the perfect time for them to go. Harry has packed up Loralies stroller, putting snacks, his wallet, and her diaper bag in the bottom carrier. Luckily (but also unluckily) Milo is at the age where he does not want to be in a stroller, every time Y/n tries to put him in it while they are out he complains and tries to get out of it the whole time.

Harry had picked them up, driving about an hour to the zoo. Milo and Loralie babbled to each other the whole ride which made their parents happy- meanwhile they were just humming to the radio and making small talk the whole ride.

“Are you ready to see the lions?” Y/n coos to Milo, pulling him out of his car seat and setting him on the ground, holding his hand so he doesn’t run off in the car park. Harry pulls Loralie out, pulling out her stroller from the back, preparing to put her in it. “No! I walk today.” Loralie says with a bit of aggression in her voice. Harry hands with his hand up defensively, “okay, but you're gonna want it after walking in the heat for hours.” Harry takes her stroller despite her not wanting to be in it, she takes Harry's hand instead, walking next to Milo.

Their first stop is the stingrays, getting the food from the people who work there then getting down in front of the large pond to pet their slimy skin. Milo and Loralie giggle the whole time, pulling their hands away as soon as they feel like slimy stingray and making dramatic gross faces that make their parents laugh. The kids definitely had fun feeding them and petting them but Harry and Y/n instantly shipped them off to the bathroom so they could wash their hands.

Next is the walk through aquarium, “come on, it's this way.” Y/n says, cooing down at Milo and fast walking toward the cave shaped aquarium. When they walk inside it's lit up blue. They look all around them and they see lots of fish, big whales, all different things. “Woah!” Loralie exclaims, making Harry laugh, kissing her cheeks. All of a sudden Milo breaks out in loud giggles, pulling at the length of her mom jeans. “Mama, Look!” Milo giggles, pointing to a fish sticking to the aquarium glass, looking like it's making a silly face at everyone. Y/n laughs, squatting down and wrapping her arm around Milo, resting a hand on his belly. “Let's go see them” Y/n says, pulling him up on her hip and kissing over his cheeks. She takes him over to the silly fish while Harry lets Loralie look around, staring above her at the large fish swimming by until she stumbles back. Harry catches her, standing her back up and taking her over where Milo and Y/n are, showing her the fish that Milo was trying to touch through the glass.

“He's so cute.” Harry compliments, laughing at how Milo's is so obsessed with the silly looking fish. Y/n turns to look at Harry, thanking him cockily- taking all the credits for his adorableness. Harry bumps his nose with hers in a butterfly kiss while their kids are looking straight ahead. He gives her a peck while the kids are still distracted then he turns back to the fish. “Okay, it's time to go look at the animals!” Harry cheer, pulling Loralie off of the ledge she was standing on.

They walk through the entrance of all the animals, seeing some monkeys. Loralie and Milo start to imitate the monkeys, giggling at each other and the animals. They move onto koalas, waving at the cuddly animals before they get to see the lions- this is what Milo has been waiting for. “ROAR!” Milo yells, trying to climb on the wooden fence between the people and lions. Y/n giggles at him, pulling him off the fence and on her hip. “You’re a baby lion, aren’t you?” Y/n coos, kissing his forehead. Milo nods before she pulls him in her hands, extending him out. “Nants ingonyama bagithi Baba!” She sings, making the boy giggle, roaring again before she pulls him back in, kissing all over his face, making him squeal and push away.

Meanwhile Loralie wants to pet the real baby lions. She’s got a frustrated face on since Harry didn’t let her climb over the fencing and pet the furry lions. Harry can’t help but laugh at her. They walk a bit more, walking for a while until they go to their next exhibit.

It’s all calm until Milo starts screaming. He sees a bird wandering free, it was a large blue bird with huge feathers framing its head. Y/n knew that the peacock was harmless, they wouldn't let it wander free if it was, but Milo was gonna be scared of it regardless. “No, no!” He yells, backing away from the bird, trying to scold it for just walking around. Y/n laughs while Milo grips onto her leg, wagging his finger at the bird and yelling at it for scaring him. “It’s not gonna get you, bubba.” She laughs, pulling him into her hip while they get to the penguin house.

They walk into the cold penguin house, their noses instantly crinkling from the smell. “Brrr” Loralie says, running her arms up and does while her teeth chatter. Harry laughs, tossing her little jacket over her shoulder to warm her up. “Look at the baby penguin.” Harry coos to Loralie, holding her up to the glass so she can wave at the little puffins. “Tiny!” She squeals, waving at the baby penguins.

“Yeah,” Harry laughs at her. “They are tiny, Lora.” He agrees with her, giving the back of her head a kiss before settling her back down on the ground, letting her wander off a few feet away to look around at the penguins a bit more before they leave and look at the polar bears.

After the polar bears, they head to the gift shop, Loralie gets a purple bucket hat with a blue monkey on it and a stuffed penguin she named “tiny”. Milo got a shirt of the name of the zoo and a matching stuffed penguin that he couldn’t choose a name for just yet.

They head back to the car, Loralie’s legs are tired on the walk but she refuses to go in her stroller, instead Harry holds her while they take the long walk back, one arm holding Loralie up to his hip and the other latched with Y/n’s hand while her other hand holds Milo's. Once they get to the car Loralie and Milo get buckled up in their car seats, sure to fall asleep soon.

Harry and Y/n get into the front seats, their hands instantly finding the others. “I had a nice day with you.” Harry smiles, his face only inches from hers. Y/n blushes, giving his hand a squeeze. “Yeah, I had a lot of fun.” She says, focusing on Harry’s thumb rubbing at the back of her hand. They hear little whispers and giggles, turning their heads back to their little ones. “Kiss, kiss, kiss!” They whisper- chant. Their parents' cheeks instantly burn, looking back to each other with big cheesy smiles on their faces.

“Well?” Harry shrugs, leaning in and pressing his lips to her. She giggles on his lips, both of the kids in the back yelling. “Ew!” Loralie says. “Gross!” Milo agrees.

The parents laugh, pressing one last peck to each other's lips before Harry starts up the car. They had a good day together. Harry got closer to Milo and Y/n got closer to Loralie. It kinda feels like they are becoming a little family.

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Unconditionally. Completely. Infinitely.

Corpse Husband x Pregnant!Reader

Warnings: Swearing

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Five months in and Y/N is not having such a nice time with the tenant that’s living inside her. She loves the company and wouldn’t exchange it for the whole world, but all the disadvantages are getting more annoying with each passing day. No worries, she’s not tackling it alone. Her amazing boyfriend, soon to be fiancé has her back.

Requested by Anon. Thank you so much for you request! As I mentioned in the reply, this is my first time writing a pregnancy fic so if I got anything incorrectly I sincerely apologize. I did some research but I can’t be sure I got everything right. If there’s something you’re not happy with, feel free to let me know. I’d be more than happy to fix the fic to your liking. Hope you enjoy ❤❤❤

“How are you doing, babe?“ This is his third time checking up on me in the last forty minutes and it’s downright hilarious. Since I can’t drink, for obvious reasons, I shoot my group chat a quick text to take a shot every time Corpse drops by to make sure I haven’t chewed off my own arm in frustration.

I’ve been chilling with a bun in the oven for about five and a half months now and it feels like I’m climbing a mountain that never stops getting steeper. I’ve progressively gotten more passive aggressive and cranky as though I myself am a baby. I think I’d be more aggressive and less passive if I could stand on my two legs without the room spinning right round. If I do manage to stand up, my feet won’t let me remain in that position for too long. I’ve heard foot massages help but to me that sounds like hell - I don’t like massages and especially not foot massages. I’d appreciate it if no hands came in contact with them, thank you.

“Yeah, I’m good. Don’t worry about me, I’m not that helpless.“ I give him a reassuring thumbs up. “Go do something fun, babe. Heck, do it twice - one time on my behalf. I don’t want you stuck with me like this.“

I’ve been trying my hardest to be my regular cheery self around Corpse. He’s been nothing but sweet, supportive and loving since day one and he doesn’t deserve to see me during my low points where my frustration is through the roof. Sure, this was kind of an oopsie for the both of us, but I’ll never forget how happy he was when I told him.

“So, you say it’s mine, huh?“ He jokes like this every now and then, never failing to get a giggle out of me.

“I don’t leave the house, silly! Of course it’s yours.“ Is my usual response. And it’s true. I really don’t leave the house. I didn’t leave it before and I can’t leave it even if I wanted to now. The pregnancy is hitting me hard and I spend almost all my days in bed.

It’s not a pleasing sight and I try to spare Corpse as much as I can. I try not to ask for too much from him, or from anyone really. I know I can do most of the things, if not everything, on my own, so why bother my loved ones to have to deal with my messy self.

“I’m not stuck, Y/N. I want to be here.“ He sits down next to me, “Plus, playing video games without you isn’t fun.“

I automatically cuddle up to him when he gets settled on the bed, resting my head on his chest, “Aw I miss play with you. But right now all of my little bit of energy is concentrated on not falling over whenever I stand up.” I start absentmindedly tracing abstract patterns on his chest, “Who knew that in order to develop a human you lose the ability to function as human yourself? I feel like a whale washed up on land. Big, tired and sad.”

He snorts, restraining his laughter just in case it might piss me off. He’s such a sweetheart, but he should know it would take a lot for him to piss me off. Even in this state. “How can I help? I’d do anything, you just tell me what. Maybe a mass-...” I lift my head to give him the well known finish-that-sentence-I-dare-you glare. “Maybe not...”

Suddenly, I feel pressure on both my temples. It’s not yet pain, but I know it will get there soon. I cringe as I force myself to remove my hand from Corpse’s chest, reaching towards the nightstand where there’s always Advil and at least two small bottles of water. I swallow one pill and chase it with a long gulp of water, making a mental note to take another if the pain doesn’t go away in 30-40 minutes.

“You know how you can help me?“ I say, carefully adjusting my position so the both of us are comfortable, “Distract me. Talk to me. Tell me how you see the future with this misfit that’s already giving me headaches.“

He chuckles, the noise vibrating throughout his chest. I can hear the speed on his heartbeat change - it has quickened. I can only write that off as excitement when he speaks: “I don’t think the headaches will go away. I have a frightening feeling they’re just gonna get worse. A lot more sleeplessness, but a lot less vomiting. A lot more standing up and walking around. A lot more smiles and laughter. More of our friends at out house. Who am I kidding? Rae alone will invade the entire house just to spend time with the baby. You and I be damned.”

I find myself visualizing every detail he describes, all the pictures so vivid and so realistic. A smile spreads on my face as I let myself get transported into Corpse’s version of the future. To be honest, his version is almost the exact same as mine, “If she’s so occupied with the baby, maybe we’ll be able to dip out for a date night every now and then. We may be parents, but we’re not even in our mid-twenties yet.” I sigh, closing my eyes for a second, “I now regret not leaving the house more often while I could, you know?”

“Oddly enough, I do too. I feel like I haven’t taken you on enough proper dates. We didn’t seen enough of the world while we had zero responsibilities, it almost feels like it’s too late now.“

I frown, sitting up to be at eye level with him. I gently rest my hand on his cheek, making sure he doesn’t try to avoid eye contact. “Listen here: Fuck the date nights and fuck the responsibilities. I wouldn’t mind being stuck in a single room if you’re there with me.” I think for a second. Deciding not to make the conversation too serious, I add, “That is if we have food and water. Wouldn’t want you to turn into a cannibal on me.”

He smiles, “I’d never and you know it.” I’m aware his response refers to both halves of my statement, putting my mind at ease.

Having sent my message across and having it well received, I sink back down in my previous position. His hand travels to my hair, his fingers combing through it carefully and sweetly, giving me that feeling of being in a bubble of love and safety. His touch has the ability to calm me down, comfort me, encourage me. He is my guiding light through the fog that represents the confusion from all the pain and exhaustion I’ve been suffering through recently. I know those bad sensations will pass, but the power he has over me is forever.

Him and I are forever. Well, Him and I and a new addition in the next four months.

“I love you so much, Y/N.“ He whispers, cutting through the comfortable silence.

“I love you too, Corpse.“ I whisper back.

“I hope our baby is like you. I hope it’ll be smart like you. Talk like you, act like you, look like you.“ He trails of, his voice wavering.

“I hope it’ll sound like you.“ I say mischievously, hiding my smirk in the fabric of his shirt

He laughs, “Sure, unless it’s a girl.”

“Are you kidding me?“ I giggle, “Especially if it’s a girl.“

His laughter rings in my ears, reminding me there’s always gonna be something to hold onto when you’re in pain. Be it his laughter, his touch, the look in his eyes. I’ll always have him there to relieve my pain. To take my mind off all my troubles. To love me.

And for me to love him right back.

Unconditionally. Completely. Infinitely.

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hiddleloki · 3 years

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*insert Mushu “I live” gif*

Ok, so I finally watched Loki and I loved it. Loki and Quicksilver are my fav characters and I was really, really mad at Marvel for what they did to my boy Quickie, but I’m still holding out hope that they somehow fix that at some point. I mean, hello, variants? That thing officially exists now.

Luckily Loki seems to be more favored by Feige/Marvel and seems like we’re gonna see lots more of him. Season 2 and possibly even MoM. Season 2 is old news as there were already reports of it actually happening last year, and this year in January Deadline confirmed S2 of Loki with Michael Waldron returning. But I was holding out hope for Loki making an appearance in MoM (I want to see Strange interact with Loki again) and it seems like there’s a good chance of this actually happening.

Anyway, some thoughts about the show:

- I loved the show’s cinematography. It didn’t feel like a tv show at all

- Soundtrack is just *chefs kiss*

- TVA Loki my beloved. I honestly think TVA Loki might be my favorite version of Tom’s Loki so far. This show finally gave us the opportunity to really delve deeper into Loki, who he is as a person, how does he form relationships with people outside his family. It was just so fun to see different sides of him, like making a friend, falling in love? I never thought I’d ever see that. Especially not after IW

- Really liked his reaction to watching his ‘greatest hits’ and realizing his family actually loved him. Loki was always kind of a softie who genuinely cared about his family and seeing his parents’ (and his own) deaths was so emotional

- Infinity Stones being used as paperweights for the TVA will never not be funny. It broke my mind and sent me into existential crisis just as it did with Loki.

- Loki needs to give Casey a fish at some point. Or take him to an aquarium.

- Mobius needs his jet ski in season 2. I also want to know more about Mobius and his backstory. What was his Nexus event, does he have a family, what is his real name?

- I really liked his friendship with Loki and the fact that he’s canonically Loki’s first real friend. Loki needed a friend (the W3 and Sif were never really his friends, Loki just tagged along I guess) and I’m happy he finally has one

- I need to find out more about B-15, who she was, her real name...Wunmi absolutely killed it during “I looked happy.” scene. God, that bit broke me

- Ravonna was sus to me from the start and she’s also one of the characters I want them to explore more. Especially now since Kang and his variants are also involved.

- Sylvie is probably my favorite new character introduced. I knew Sophia’s gonna play Sylvie and she’s gonna have a large role, but damn I didn’t expect to love this character as much as I do. There’s so much more left of her to be explored and I think her arc in season 2 will be amazing

- I saw that Loki/Sylvie romance coming the moment Lamentis episode ended. There were so many hints in that episode, I’m actually surprised so many people viewed them as having a sibling type of dynamic.

- I know that their love story is not a typical straightforward romance, but also serves as a metaphor for self love, but I found the idea of Loki falling in love with someone who is an au version of him, but also isn’t him both interesting and hilarious. Also, it was adorable especially that blanket scene in the void. There’s just something adorable about Loki being a complete softie for someone else. You know what, I’m rooting for them. I hope they get their happy ending, they deserve it.

- Literally every character in this show deserves their happy ending. Like, just the idea of the variants not knowing who they are, being brainwashed and forced to work for this organisation...*happy endings for everyone please*

- Majors’ variant of Kang, aka He Who Remains was everything and is right behind Sylvie as my new favorite character. The guy absolutely killed it and I need more of him and his (many) characters/variants right now. Plus I would’t mind if we see this particular version of He Who Remains again.

- The way they made Loki come out as bi was also so well done and I’m so happy they acknowledged that. Disney is notoriously bad with LGBT+ representation so the fact that the creators of the show managed to put that in was everything. I heard the director was fighting real hard for that to be made canon and I appreciate her effort.

- We were shown more of Loki’s abilities. It was about damn time.

- Alligator Loki is the baby Yoda of the marvel verse. I loved the theory that there’s an universe in which Alligator Loki was adopted by Crocodile Odin.

- Classic Loki.....Richard E Grant stole that episode. God, I wouldn’t mind an episode that focuses strictly on Classic Loki, he was just such a great character and he broke my heart

- I wonder if Kid Loki will travel to the main timeline and join the Young Avengers at some point

- THROG

- I really liked how they established that variants are basically their own people. Their own beings, they each have their own backstories, autonomy, clear differences that make them THEM. They aren’t copies, they’re individuals. And that they aren’t genetically related, but that they share the same soul and role in their universes (basically temporal aura) because that will also clear up some confusion with upcoming multiverse movies, for example Spiderman

- I suppose Loki confirms that all Peter Parkers in NWH are basically variants of Peter Parker, but just like Lokis, they aren’t the same, which explains why they all look different and why they also have different aunts and families. It’s not DNA that makes someone a variant of a certain being, it’s a soul. A role.

- I really hope that that one rumour of various Stephens in MoM actually turns out to be true.

- Strange is gonna kill Loki and Sylvie

- Which brings me to the last take:

- Ralph is totally Peter. I am clowning yes, but lemme have this.

Overall, I really liked the show. I loved it in fact. It was really character driven and didn’t focus much on action, which is a plus for me, because I rather watch characters talk and interact with each other than action sequences.

The bad thing is that now I’l have to wait at least 2 years to see what happens next. And I’m curious if there’ll be a bit of a time jump between both seasons.

#loki #loki series #loki show #tom hiddleston #sylvie #sophia di martino #mobius #owen wilson #ravonna #gugu mbatha raw #jonathan majors #kang #sylki #ralph bohner #quicksilver

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the-phoenix-heart · 3 years

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10 Amazing Futurama Comics

There is a severe lack of Futurama content on this and other sites (seriously, the Night at the Museum movies have more fics than Futurama). And, nobody posts about the Futurama comics. So I’m posting 10 of my favorites.

10. Attack of the 50-Foot Amy (Issue #33)

It’s actually not as sexual as the cover makes it out to be. The basic premise is that Amy mistakes the can of growth spray (that Cubert and Dwight want to use for their science fair project) for hair spray and sprays waaaay too much before her anniversary date with Kif. Meanwhile, Bender teaches Fry the wonders of video piracy, but after he gets scared by a movie home alone style he eats his disc of pirated movies and starts uncontrollably acting them out. You can probably guess how these two plots connect.

While I do list this one as one of my favorites, it’s far from perfect. The artwork is good, but the scaling on Amy is very wonky so she looks more like a twenty-foot Amy (also Dwight’s eyes are drawn weird in this comic, he looks blazed out the entire time). But I cannot help but be charmed by this comic. It’s got some sweet Bender and Fry friendship moments and actually makes me believe Kif and Amy’s relationship for a little bit. They are very sweet in this comic, although Kif does go through some pain in this comic.

Best moments: They way they resolve the plot is actually pretty funny and clever, plus Bender hopped up on pirated movies is a joy. At one point Fry gets shoved by Steven Spielbot (don’t ask) and Bender goes all Rocky on his ass saying “No one talks to my gal, Adrian, like that!” It’s very sweet and...subtextual if you understand my meaning. This one also has anti comic book piracy message at the end which was ironic for me to read.

9. Doctor What (Issue #32)

The Professor creates a time traveling port-a-potty so that you can pee in whatever time and space you want, although it’s completely random. However, Zoidberg accidentally breaks the potty, so him, Leela, Fry, and Bender have to keep randomly flushing to get back home. On each of these new worlds Zoidberg keeps accidentally saving the citizens, getting medals, and ends up becoming addicted to the fame he keeps winning. Which leads to them getting stuck in a post apocalyptic New New York.

This is the infamous Leela-Bender-Fry fusion comic, Leelan von Fry-Bot. His backstory is actually a little sad, but I won’t spoil it here. This one is pretty good, because it has Zoidberg as the hero. Actually quite a few of these feature Zoidberg as a fourth member of the delivery crew which is weird, but not entirely unwelcome. It’s also fun to see these other worlds, and now that I think about it it’s actually a little similar to The Late Phillip J. Fry, what with the time travel to different interesting worlds.

Best Moments: I actually liked Leelan’s backstory, and his interactions with his “parents” (you’ll understand when you read it) are actually pretty funny and a little cute. Fry really wants to be a dad you can tell.

8. The Simpsons Futurama Crossover Crisis II

The professor creates a device that takes characters out of their stories into the real world. Trouble is, he tells the mayor that this invention is useful because you can get slave labor out of the characters because they technically have no constitutional rights. The Simpsons end up working with the Planet Express crew, but an accident leads to the release of ALL FICTIONAL CHARACTERS EVER.

This is a sequel comic to the Futurama Simpsons Infinitely Secret Crossover Crisis (fun fact: a reference to several famous comic book arcs). I chose this one above it though because I think it understood the assignment better. The original is funny, but I just don’t think that Springfield is a good setting for a Futurama crossover. Springfield for all its zaniness, is not the future. New New York, however, is great for this crossover. We get several scenes where we see the Simpsons going through space and fighting off monsters. We even get to see the other residents of Springfield in the future, Mr. Smithers becomes a space pirate and Mr. Burns falls in love with Mom, it’s great.

Best Moments: Some of them I already mentioned, but I cannot stress enough how hilarious the Burns-Mom romance is, it’s especially good when you can hear their voices in your head. I also like the friendship the Simpsons have with the Planet Express crew.

7. Six Characters in Search of a Story (Issue #14)

This is a very interesting comic. The Professor falls asleep, so to pass the time the crew decides to look through his old failed inventions, and well, that’s a very bad idea. The most interesting thing about this comic is it’s designed so that if you want you can only read certain panels to follow one person’s story. The Futurama comics do this a lot of the time and it’s always interesting.

The shenanigans that occur in this one are really funny, and there are some great looking pages in this. Also the Futurama crew clearly took ideas from the comics, and this is one of them. You can tell from the cover art that this does have elements of “Benderama” in it, what with Bender cloning himself ad infinitum. I also really like the climax, it’s a little schmultz-y for Futurama, but I don’t mind.

Best Moments: Fry gets stuck with a Spanish speaking Bender and I don’t know why but it’s really funny to me. The professor also gets some funny moments in this one. And Scruffy. Scruffy is always a delight.

6. Igner-ance is Bliss! (Issue #63)

Yeah this is the infamous robot Leela and Fry comic. Don’t worry, like the cover says, it’s not as dramatic as it looks. The crew has to go to a world that’s too dangerous for humans, so Fry, Leela, and Zoidberg all have their consciousnesses put into robot doubles so they can make the delivery. However, it turns out this planet is a sort of getaway spa for robots, and the crew decides to party it up there, at least until Bender discovers that this is a front for an evil plot by Mom. The subplot is mostly about how Igner is not respected by his brothers.

This one is fun, and I love a comic where Bender has to be the voice of reason. It is clearly killing him to be the responsible one, but I love it. Also, I have a soft spot for Igner, so it’s nice to see him get thrown a bone for once. This also has some really fun jokes with everyone, but Zoidberg in particular gets some bangers. I think my only problem is it ISN’T as cool as the cover makes it out, but like I’m happy with what it is.

Best Moments: Fry beats up Bender at one point and wins, I think he deserved it. Also, y’all know Admiral Ackbar from Star Wars? He makes some cameos in this one. Also all the robots (sans Bender) make a Japanese style mecha and it’s the coolest thing ever. Plus everything I’ve said about Igner I love in this one. Oh also Fry beats Calculon at poker and I really love that.

5. Who’s Dying to be a Gazillionaire? (Issue #5)

This one is sweet. The IRS is threatening to bankrupt Planet Express, and if they can’t think of a way to make a million dollars they will go out of business. No one really has any ideas and doesn’t even really care, except for Fry who is determined to save Planet Express. He gets the idea to go onto Who Wants to be a Gazillionaire to make the money, even though it’s a trivia show and if he loses he will die.

This one really warms my heart, it’s Fry at his best, just doing what he can for the people he loves. Even the professor is great in this one. I don’t want to spoil it, but trust me when I say it’s good (god I hope I’m not building this up too much).

Best moments: The end panel. But also the resolution of the story is great, and I really appreciate this comic for Fry as a character.

4. Rumble in the Jungle (Issue #38)

This is a fine comic. Leela is mad that she’s not being respected by Fry and Bender, and it’s bad enough that they don’t believe her when she says they’re going to crash into a planet. They end up parachuting down and getting separated. Leela ends up as queen of some workers in the “Amazon,” meanwhile Fry finds Bender’s corpse and goes off to avenge him.

This one is fun, and another fun one for Fry, because he’s determined to avenge Bender and works hard for it. This also includes the original Frender, not the ship but fusion. Leela and Fry even have a fight scene against each other and it’s honestly great.

Best Moments: Fry is great throughout the entire comic, and Leela spends most of her time beating up random animals. Bender also using a lead parachute he made out of toys he stole from children is funny, especially because I’m always a sucker for Bender doing dumb shit.

3. Don’t Go Taking My Heart! (Issue #69) (nice)

Mom only has a couple weeks to live, unless she can get a heart transplant. It’s revealed that Mom uses the cryogenics lab to get new body parts for herself, and that Fry was supposed to be her heart donor! Unfortunately, because he was unfrozen she now has to get him to work for Mom Corp to make sure his heart stays intact for the procedure.

If you can’t tell I love the Fry-centric comics, and I also like the comics where Mom is the villain. Of course this comic doesn’t go completely how you expect it to go, it’s actually REALLY sweet. I also love the fact that in this comic Fry actually makes a great intern. He basically has the job of a secretary and he’s GOOD at it. And I love seeing when Fry is good at things. The reason why I put this at only 3 is because it doesn’t really have a subplot. Bender gets a job at mom corp to but it’s only there for a couple pages, and Leela’s new crew gets two panels and that’s it.

Best Moments: The moments with Mom and Fry, but also guess who Mom’s doctor is? I’m actually not going to reveal it because it’s so random but also hilarious.

2. Boomsday! (Issue #58)

The Professor builds Bender his own parents, as a way to placate/discipline Bender. However, these parents decide that Fry is a bad influence on Bender, leading to them kicking him out. Meanwhile, the Professor’s doomsday devices are all stolen, and he has to go find them.

Both of these plots are funny and good. Bender’s plot is also really sweet what with his friendship with Fry, and his wish for parents. Meanwhile the Professor’s plot is just really funny and I do love seeing the Professor in his element. The ending is mostly heartwarming.

Best Moments: Everything with Fry and Bender, and Bender has a sweet relationship with his fake parents. Also, the Professor uses Issac Asimov candles on the robot mafia which I found a great joke. Oh, and the Professor’s first doomsday device was made when he was four years old and I love that. The end of the comic also has very nice message.

1. Rotten to the Core (Issue #27)

The world’s weather has gone kerflooey, and the Professor has figured out that his invention that can drill into the center of the Earth has been used. It conspires that Bender sold it at a yard sale to some aliens call the magmoids. The magmoids are trying to steal magma from the Earth’s core and the crew has to go and stop them.

This is my favorite because it’s a great character comic. All of the main three have great moments, and it’s also a great science comic. The Earth’s core is incredibly magnetic so of course Bender starts spouting out folk songs, and also SECRETS. I can’t believe no one has used the fact that canonically magnets make Bender incapable of telling lies. Anyway, it’s just really fun.

Best Moments: Way too many to count. Bender and Fry are told to cut out the “Brokeback Moanin,’“ Leela and Fry are bitter at the end, Fry tells story about his childhood, Bender has some great secrets to tell, the Professor gets a really fun ending, Bender has a rare moment of generosity, and the entirety of the climax is all kinds of fun and sweet.

#this is all part of my agenda to make more people watch futurama #or specifically read futurama because if you are antsy about watching a seven season show then at least you have 10 great comics you can rea #futurama #i try not to include frender in this but i'm easily susceptible to their friendship #turanga leela #phillip j fry #bender bending rodriguez #the professor #hubert j farnsworth #dr john zoidberg #john zoidberg #zoidberg #futurama comics

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Hi welcome back! Hope you’re doing well. Random question b4 my request, bc I want to give back as thanks for the great writing: are you a coffee, tea, or hot chocolate/cocoa drinker? I prefer hot chocolate and sweet tea.

How would the m9 respond to an SO/friend with a kid? Where the reader is a single parent with a child of at most 10 years old. Thanks :)

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This took a while to write so sorry for that 😅. I'm so glad you like my writing! I love writing for you lot. I'm definitely a hot cocoa person. I hope this one turned out to your liking 😘.

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Caleb:

You never hid the fact you had a child from Caleb, if anything you’re proud of them. Though, you do know in certain company it’s better to keep that fact a secret for safety reasons. Caleb understands that fully he respects and admires you always put your child’s best interests first.

This is why when you began getting more involved with Caleb you kept your child out of it and took a good amount of time before introducing them to the wizard. You didn’t want to set expectations for both sides and wanted to protect and preserve them both should what you and Caleb had going not work out after all.

It’s no surprise Caleb is good with children. He takes a gentle approach when it comes to all things good in this world to the point of almost being afraid to ‘ruin it’. You assured him many times he was in the clear and how could his heart not warm at the curiosity and search for knowledge your child was already displaying.

With your permission Caleb began teaching your child some things here and there. The theoretics of magic and eventually simple spells. The smile it brought to their faces while they worked couldn’t make you happier. Caleb definitely earned your child’s approval to stick around.

Beau:

At first Beau is surprised. She knows children come from somewhere of course. She’s not stupid but actually tying a child to their parent let alone being very close to that parent is a whole new story. Especially learning you raised your child on your own and seeing you want to provide what’s best for them definitely earns you her respect, not having a parent with the same motivation herself and all.

The day of introductions came along and as expected Beau is the most awkward, trying not to be a terrible influence and be on her best behaviour, makes her very much on edge. An perceptive child picking up on this awkward behaviour calling her out leaving her cursing like a sailor, then apologising for said curses, even less of a surprise. You had to assure her many times it was fine.

Beau makes a promise that no matter what, she’ll make sure you’ll be returning to your child and make sure they get the love and support they deserve. Growing up without loving parents is one thing. Growing up an orphan another. She’d do everything in her power to keep you safe.

It may have began with joking comments such as ‘finish your homework’ to ‘do the dishes’ and ‘be nice to your parent while I’m gone’ but it didn’t take long before Beau was helping them with their homework or cleaning dishes after you cooked.

Absolutely treats your child as someone capable of making decisions of their own and speaking for themselves. No baby voices or cooing like too many adults tend to do even to a child regardless of their age. Your child has thoughts and opinions of their own and for the love of all that is sacred, can speak for themselves. You’re glad Beau treats them with a sense of maturity.

Fjord:

Fjord may have done what can only be referred to as a spit take the moment you said you had a child. Clearly didn’t expect it but giving him time to recover and process he’d ask all sorts of questions. What are they like? What do they like? And of course the dreaded question about your partner.

Supportive Fjord for the win. After finding out you’re on your own he’d always have your back, checking in with you and making sure you’re doing alright amidst the stress of the world and raising a child in the mix of it all. He’d open up to you about his past and being raised without any kind of proper parental figure. What he wouldn’t have done to have someone like you around when it counted for him.

Introducing them went rather smoothly. Fjord is surprisingly good with children. While some might find him intimidating, he nearly melted when your child embraced him as a thank you for looking out for you. Fjord was happy to answer any and all questions your child asked.

Whenever you’d be swept away for a while having to leave your child in the care of your trusted ones, Fjord would tell your child to ‘have the wheel, sailor’ which they would return with a salute before biding you both goodbye. Fjord slowly transcended into a bit of a father role and none of you minded in the least. You were happy.

Veth:

When she spoke of her boy she left behind you pitied her. A child shouldn’t be without their family. They deserved to be loved and sheltered from the darkness of the world until they are ready. When you told her you had one of your own Veth really felt safe to confide in you with her worries and troubles. You bonded over it really, drowning out all the sad stories and struggles with fond memories of both your families. Sadly for you, that would only extend to you and your child, the memories of their other parent perhaps somewhat painful to share.

You wondered what it would be like if your children ever got to meet in person. Then the day came. Nicodranas really had a way of bringing families together didn’t it? First time may have been a bit strange, your child being fully aware of Veth’s need for a disguise with her son, played their part well. Both you and Veth may have wiped away some tears when Luc claimed your child their big sibling from now on, and you his third parent.

Work and life are a difficult combination for Veth. She wants nothing more than to be with Yeza and take care of her boy but as long as the world’s in peril and her other family needs her just as much if not more, she’ll have to leave them behind. Knowing that you and your child are with her husband and son when she can’t be eases her mind a lot and she’s forever grateful.

It goes unsaid that Veth’s time away from children and in the presence of adults, specifically the Mighty Nein may have left her a bit out of the routines of raising a child as shown by giving Luc and your child fireworks, promising them to teach them how to shoot a crossbow and more. You did have to hold her back a little with the help of Yeza and keep things a bit more contained for their safety, but mostly yours.

Jester:

Of course upon learning you’re raising your child all by yourself Jester goes onto a rant about how her and her mom were always alone and how Marion used to read stories to her and do you read stories to your child and do you sing to them and draw with them and give them hugs and cuddles after nightmares and… You have no idea how that girl doesn’t run out of breath.

Jester couldn’t be anyone but herself when meeting your child asking about their interests, do they like to draw and sing and dance and… You ran out of breath just listening to her talk and your child replying in similar fashion. Everything went quite well and the two of them got along. Jester would be singing them songs and teaching them how to draw resulting in many dick drawings randomly appearing in your books, notes and other places, followed by mischievous giggles.

Having bought your child a lovely green cloak and letting them pretend they’re the Traveler here to spread mischief and fun and leave behind many phallic shaped objects drawn and carved wherever possible sent you all in laughing fits but you swore you heard a more masculine chuckle and saw a green cloak fade into the shadows. Odd.

What only can be summed up as the combination between big sibling, fun wine cupcake aunt and mom, remained a constant in your life and you couldn’t be more thankful to have that ray of sunshine be there for all of you.

Caduceus:

Caduceus is very calm and collected about learning you have a child. Less of a response than perhaps anyone else perviously unknowing. “That’s nice.” He’d nod. You’d almost start thinking he may have been able to read it off you for some reason. He confirmed he was, the tired eyes, and the recovery of exasperation at times but sense of accomplishment and reward was a look he had seen from his own mother many times.

“You’re weird.” A stare down ensued. “You’re weird too.” Eyes sharpened. “I like you.” The ice broke and smiles followed. For a moment you were afraid that maybe your child wouldn’t like the odd firbolg and thinking about how you would keep friends and family separate but a wave of relief went over you knowing that all was well between the two most valuable people in your life.

You’d be handed a fresh cup of tea by your child, a plate of snacks by Caduceus, all too innocent smiles on their faces but all it took was a raised eyebrow from you to have them come clean about the kitchen being covered in soil from the two of them potting new plants, turning your home and garden in what can only be described as a greenhouse and rather ask for forgiveness than permission. You weren’t mad of course, but did make them clean the mess they made.

You’re still unsure whether or not it was a good or bad idea introducing your child to the extended Clay family as you got some insight in the chaotic prank wars between the siblings and all together sibling rivalry among some of them. It’s all fun and games of course but some moments you were glad you weren’t the one pelted with mud pies by Calliope or pushed into the spring by Calliope herself. Instead you could just enjoy Clarabelle’s bug collection with your child while laughing at the other’s being covered in mud and soaked to the bone.

Yasha:

Poor Yasha doesn’t recall much of a family. In reality she never really felt like she had one until the circus, and after them the Nein. When she saw you and your child together, the unconditional love you had for each other, she felt like she finally realised what she had been missing, and something she perhaps would never have. She learned the value of such a relationship.

Yasha has no idea how to interact with children at any level and by default tends to treat them as either adults, or cute animals. No in between. It took her some time to get the hang of it but you couldn’t deny both you and your child rather enjoyed the unconventional relationship.

The wastes and hardships of Xhorhas may force a child to grow up quickly in the tribes but that doesn’t mean children outside of those regions have to learn how to wield a sword and what bugs you can and cannot eat or how to best skin an animal before eating it… It took some convincing why that was not a necessary skill to learn at the tender age of ten.

You compromised with Yasha on the fighting in the end, persuaded by the woman and your child to allow her to teach them some fighting basics because someone’ has to have your back when Yasha’s not there. You did manage to hold them off on purchasing a sword perhaps too large for your child despite the ‘they’ll grow into it’ reasoning and instead settled on training equipment instead.

Mollymauk:

Oh Mollymauk, nothing surprises this one. He felt rather sorry for you going through the struggles of raising a child alone. He may not remember his own family but he’s traveled far and wide enough to know the hardships. He knows poor Toya and he admires you for being able to do what so many can’t or won’t.

It goes unsaid that Molly is perhaps the worst of influences when it comes to people but you’ve seen him interact with Toya before and know well enough he’s a kind and caring soul who wants only the best for those who can’t just yet fend for themselves. It’s a good foundation that leads to a better person. He jokingly claims himself proof of that through the carnival and him ‘being an absolute asshole’.

Molly’s soft side really does come out whenever he’s around your child. He doesn’t deliberately censor himself but tries to contain certain words and avoid certain subjects that should never be discussed around your child knowing you’d appreciate it and if he does let something slip and your child ask questions he’d gently explain it as certain things should definitely not be described in gory detail to someone of their age.

This circus man is not afraid to put on a show in any circumstance and will happily do so to cheer you or your child up whenever you’re feeling a bit down or overworked. Whether he’s making a fool of himself, giving you bogus card readings, juggle his swords or tell the most ridiculous stories ever he’d do it without a second thought because it brings you and your child joy. You’re part of his family and he’d go to hell and back again for you.

#critical role #critical role x reader #mighty nein x reader #mighty nein #caleb x reader #caleb widogast x reader #beauregard x reader #fjord x reader #veth x reader #nott x reader #jester x reader #caduceus x reader #yasha x reader #mollymauk x reader #critrole x reader

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