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worksby-gabriella · 2 years

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Overbearing, Protective, Dick Head Older Brothers

Pairin: Eddie Munson x Harrington!reader

Summary: Y/N is Steve's younger sister, and dating Eddie Munson. She believes to have been hiding her and Eddie's relationship well but that's obviously not true. It seems to her all her close friends know besides her older brother... until he eventually does.

Warning: cursing, talk of religion, terrible title, bad summarizing 😬 I think that's it.

fem!reader

Request for: @floralentry

“Okay, so I was thinking.” I start to say as I walk next to Eddie on our way to the cafeteria.

“Oh, well that’s never good.”

I laugh with non-existent humor, “Very funny, asshole.”

As the cafeteria starts to come into view, I feel Eddie rest his hand on my lower back and nuzzle his face into my neck, or at least try to before I gently push him off.

“Eddie, not here.” I say giggling.

“Why? I don’t know about you, Y/N, but I don't see any over-bearing, protective, dick head, older brothers around.” He pretends to glance around as he starts to open the cafeteria door for me.

“Hey, don’t say that! He just cares, is all, maybe a little too much but it’s still something. And you’re right, Steve isn’t around but someone might tell him.”

“Oh yeah? Like who?” We’re entering the lunch line, when I start to get cautious of who’s around.

“I feel like you’ve forgotten no one knows about us, Eds. And even if they did Mike, Lucas, Dusty, Max, and Robin could still snitch. Remember he used to be King Steve? You’d be surprised whose loyalty still stands.” I lower my voice just slightly, and add dramatic air quotes to the words, “King Steve.”

“Come 'on do you honestly think they don’t already know? If there’s one thing, I’ve learned this past year it’s that those kids aren’t stupid. I mean, it’s not like they would rat us out even if they did know.”

I grab my lunch tray and look behind me to see Eddie following me as I walk over to a lunch table that Mike, Lucas, Dustin, and Max are occupying. Robin is usually also at the table; some people might find it a little weird that seniors sit with some dorky freshmen at lunch but after about a month we got used to the stares.

“Why is it that you don’t want Steve to know again?” Eddie starts to walk a step ahead of me, and turns toward me, walking backwards.

“First of all, you’re going to trip. Second of all, he’s been through a lot, he’s got a ton on his mind, and lastly, you guys aren't exactly two peas in a pod.”

“Bullshit! You’ve been through a lot too. Listen, Harrington’s a big boy I’m sure he can handle some surprising news.”

I pull out a chair next to Max with my foot and Eddie sits next to me, “We’ll talk about it later.” I tell him.

I see Eddie glance around the table, which causes me to also glance at our friends around us. I find myself turning to see them already looking at me, and well, Eddie.

I smile awkwardly and try to search for something to say to distract them from me and Eddie, when I catch a glimpse of Robin walking with her lunch tray. I wave my hand at her so she can see where we are sitting.

They all break their focus from me and Eddie when Robin, she plops down across from me, “You guys won't believe the day I’ve had!”

Robin starts ranting, and I try to open my can of coke, but I find myself struggling a bit.

“Fuck.” I’m getting frustrated when Eddie pulls the can from my hand and pops it open the first try.

“Language, sweetheart.” He says, handing me my soda and winking at me.

I push my tray a little bit forward since I have no plans on eating any of it and open my backpack.

“So, you never told me what you were thinking about.” Eddie’s voice is hushed and his mouth is slightly tilted to my ear.

“hmph, yeah. I was thinking we should go see a drive-in movie for our date tonight. I never would’ve thought about it but Nancy was telling me about when she went with Johnathan before he moved.”

“Ah, I like that idea, Y/N. What movie would we be seeing?”

I finally found what I was looking for in my backpack, when I start explaining, “I was pretty set on watching Pretty in Pink, it came out a couple months ago but I never got the chance to see it-”

I pause mid-sentence and waver a sandwich bag with two chocolate chip cookies in front of Eddies face, “want one?”

He nods so I hand him one and continue on, “But they also have The Nightmare on Elm Street if you don't want to watch some girly chick flic.”

I watch as Eddie takes a glance over at everyone in the corner of his eye and smugly places his hand on my thigh. I freeze in place, still eating my cookie however, when Eddie says, "No, no, it’s all good. I’m fine with seeing Pretty in Pink.”

“Are you sure? I know how much you like Nightmare on Elm Street.” I tell him, raising my brows.

“I’m positive. Besides, as long as I’m with you, I don't care what we do.”

“You’re too sweet, Eds.”

In a matter of milliseconds, Eddie sweeps both of my legs over his lap, and uses his arm to pull me closer, putting his nose in my neck and pretending to smell me. I’m still sitting in my chair but Eddie’s hair is tickling me so I start to squeal and laugh, trying to push him away from my neck. I throw my head back giggling when Eddie finally stops and tells me, “Nope. That’s all you, Y/N.”

I’m catching my breath when I can practically feel eyes burning into my soul so I look up to see Mike, Dustin, Lucas, Max, and Robin staring at us. I straighten faster than I ever had, smoothing down my hair and dusting of my shirt. Eddie is looking down, with a shy smile on his face, pink is blooming all over his cheeks. I clear my throat when Robin starts, “Were you guys even listening?”

“Of cour-” I try to cover up our mess.

“Jesus!” Max is looking away, rubbing her temples with her hand.

“For Christ sakes! Get a room!”

“Could you be any more obvious!”

“Just friends, my ass.”

“It’s not what it looks like. We’re seriously, just friends.” I try to explain, desperately looking at Eddie.

“Uh yeah... Like we didn’t just hear you guys plan out your stupid cheesy date night.” Dustin states, giving us both an incredulous look.

And then I hear Mike burst out laughing, holding onto Lucas's shoulder for support, "As long as I'm with you my sweet baby." His voice is dropping a couple octaves as he mocks Eddie, pretending to coo in Lucas's ear.

I crumple up my napkin and hurdle it at Mikes head, as Eddie comes back at Mike and Dustin, "hey, hey, Mikey Man and Dusty Bun, don't be jealous just ‘cus your little Scarlet Witch and your Amish homesteader live states away from you."

As soon as I realize that Eddie has practically admitted our secret ardor, my eyes widen as big as saucers, “Eddie!”

The table starts to chuckle as Mike and Dustin look away rolling their eyes and Dustin says, “She’s Mormon you idiot.”

"Aw, you guys. I actually think they're really cute. It’s adorable really.” Robin is smiling from ear to ear.

“Ha well, you have to hand it to us, we’ve been doing a pretty great job at hiding it.” I point out proudly.

Everyone besides Eddie goes into a fit of laughter, “Uh- What?” I’m completely oblivious to whatever it is that I said to make them laugh.

Max stops, trying to catch her breath, “Ha, you can’t honestly think that we didn’t know about you guys.”

Eddie raises his brows at me as if to say, “I told you so,” My jaw falls open as I ask, “How long have you guys known?”

Mike rolls his eyes, “Please we’ve all known since the week after spring break.”

“Uh- you’ve got to be kidding me. That’s what when we started dating.” I say, finding this unbelievable.

Dustin and Lucas scoffs, “yeah, we know.”

Eddie rubs his hand up and down my thigh, in a much more innocent manner than before, trying to give me a piece of solace. I didn’t think to mention Steve because no one else did. I mean they’re not stupid, it isn’t like they would’ve told Steve either way, right?

“Have fun on your date tonight though.” Lucas says right when the bell rings.

Me and Eddie are the first to get up, and as we’re turning our back to them, we hear Mike, Dustin, and Max start moaning in a high-pitched manner, “oh ah oh, Eddie. Oh my god, Eddie!”

I whip my head around so fast, in time to see Robin chuck her soda can at them, “Hey! Shut up you little pervs!”

I hide my face in Eddies, neck groaning in embarrassment, and he seems to find this amusing because he just chuckles.

“It isn’t funny, Eds.” I give him a light shove on the chest.

“Sure, it isn’t, sweetheart.” Eddie tells me, pressing his lips to my forehead.

I give Eddie a quick goodbye kiss on the lips and open the passenger side door to his van, as we had just gotten back from our date, and he was dropping me off at my house. I was fulling expecting Eddie to stay in his van and watch me walk to the front door and then drive away, so when he also gets out of the van, I give him a questioning look, “What’re you doing?”

“Can I come in?” He asks me, I figured he’s asking because it’s quite late and my parents are home. Steve was probably asleep or out anyway.

I grab his wrist to look at his watch, to see it’s about to be eleven, so I nod and say, “Yeah, Steve is most likely sleeping or out with Robin. We’ll have to be quiet though.”

I’m jumbling with my keys at the front door, and finally open it only to see that the kitchen and living room light is on. I thought that maybe I felt the lights on so I continue leading Eddie to the living room. As we’re nearing the room, I hear laughter and snorting. The realization hits me that Steve is home and apparently has friends over.

“Fuck!” I whisper yell, pushing me and Eddie against the wall, where we can’t be seen.

“You’re really starting to take a liking to that word, Y/N.” Eddie tells me, smirking.

I roll my eyes at him, “Steve’s home.”

“Oh really? I thought it was the boogeyman. Who is he even with? It’s not like he has friends.”

I elbow him when I hear a familiar voice, “Man! You should’ve seen their faces when we told them that we knew!”

My eyes widen with horror as I turn to Eddie, still against the wall in the hall, “Shut up. It’s Dustin.”

I hear more familiar voices. Mike, Lucas, Dustin, Max and Robin are laughing while sixteen candles plays on the T.V.

“Who’s faces?” Steve asks them.

“Y/N’s and Eddie’s.” Max answers.

I can only imagine Steve’s confused, crooked smile as he asks, “W-Wait... What is it that you knew?”

“That they’re dating, dingus.” Robin answers.

“What?!? What do you mean that they’re dating, Robin?” Steve asks scoffing.

“I’m taking it that you didn't know...”

I grab ahold of Eddie’s hand and tug him after me as I try to silently walk back to the foyer and tip toe up the stairs but I see Steve round the corner, and stand there with his arms crossed. I swear he looks just like our dad that one night he caught me and Steve sneaking back into the house.

“Y/N get your ass down here right now! It’s too late, I already saw you.”

My shoulder’s slump in defeat and I’m practically pouting like a child as I walk back down the stairs, leaving Eddie on the steps.

I walk past Steve and into the living room as he stands, taking the stillness of a statue.

“You too Eddie.” He says in a stern voice.

I can see from the corner of my eye that he looks hesitant to do as Steve tells him but I just roll my eyes and motion with my head for him to follow me.

I do a once over at the little traitors in my living room and tilt my head so they know I was irritated with them.

“So.” Steve starts.

“What Steve?” I ask, my tone harsh and short.

“Hey. Don’t take that tone up with me young lady.” His finger is pointing down at me like a father scolding his angsty teen. I hear Lucas and Mike try to hold in their laughs behind me, I bet this is funny too them, seeing an eighteen-year-old get a stern talking too by her nineteen-year-old brother.

“God Steve, you’re not dad, you’re barely a year older than me. You act I’m seeing some forty-year-old, it’s just Eddie.” I say scoffing, motioning my hand to Eddie at that last part.

“Just Eddie? You've been lying to my face, to mom’s, to dad’s for almost two months now. You stay out late; I hardly see you on the weekends anymore. Don’t you see what he's doing to you? At first, I didn't understand, fuck, I didn’t even notice but now it’s perfectly clear. He’s not good for you, Y/N.” Steve says, his voice raising. I could almost swear I heard a crack in his voice.

I see Robin get up from the corner of my eye, motioning for the rest of them to follow her, they exit the room, and go to the kitchen. Eddie stays but tries to make it look like he's picking at his clothes. I feel bad because obviously he's in an awkward position right now.

“You’ve got to be kidding me. This is why I lied to you, because I knew you’d react badly. I knew you didn’t like Eddie, still, even after all he's done for Dustin and during Vecna. I have a boyfriend, Steve. So what? Am I not allowed to spend time with him? Why is it that I have to be at arm's length at all times? The only thing Eddie has ever done for me was be there. I’ve changed, for the better. Weren't you the one always telling me I should get out more, interact with people, experience things?” My voice matches Steve’s, going up multiple octaves.

“Why?” He asks.

“What do you mean?” I sound frustrated and it’s because I am.

“Why didn't you tell me? We tell each other everything, Y/N.” He’s rubbing his temples and I’m having a hard time deciphering what he’s making out of all of this.

“Steve... for one, I know you and Eddie had never been the best of friends, and I didn’t want you to worry. You’ve been through so much.” I tell him, grabbing at his hand.

Steve pulls me into a sudden hug, “Y/N, you’re my sister. My baby sister. I’m always gonna worry about you. You’re right, me and Eddie tolerate each other, but I don't hate him. All I want is for you to be safe and happy, you’ve been through so much too. If Eddie’s making you happy then I can deal.” He says into my hair.

I sniffle and blink away tears, “He does make me happy, Steve.”

Me and Steve jolt up when we hear a deep voice clear his throat, “Eddie.” Steve says, his voice and manner returning to normal.

“Ha. Steve...” Eddie says cautiously, a nervous smile on his face.

Steve reaches his hand out to Eddie and Eddie takes it, they pull closer together as Steve pats his back and says, “hurt my sister Munson, and it’ll be the last things you do.”

“Steve.” I say laughing, shaking my head as Eddie walks over to me, “I wouldn't dream of it.”

We all start to walk over to the kitchen with everyone else.

“Oh, and by the way Steve, I’m not a baby, I’m eighteen.”

“Yeah? Well, you sure act like one.” Steve answers.

“Says the one getting all sappy back there.”

I feel Eddie’s hand slide off my shoulder and go to my lower back, resting right above my butt, he must have forgotten that my brother was behind us because he gets startled when Steve sternly says, “Hands, Munson.”

I laugh as Steve furrows his brows and Eddie laughs nervously once again when we enter the kitchen.

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scarletmaster143 · 9 months

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Okay here we go

The Barbie Movie 2023: a transcendental experience

I would like to preface this by admitting that I cried essentially throughout the entire movie. I was crying in the first twenty minutes when Barbie entered the Real World and found that it was the complete opposite of BarbieLand. Several other people have made this comparison but the scene where Barbie gets catcalled and harassed on the street, where she feels too conscious about everything (the tea scene with Ruth especially) is so vital because that is how every young girl I have met has felt when they begin puberty. Ken, of course exemplifies the masculine perception, the confidence and esteem that comes with realising that "Men rule the world". The way he is not a bad character but the draw of power is so strong even for someone as "accessory" as a Ken doll and so he goes along with the patriarchal system. Barbie feeling utterly lost after learning that she has not been in fact empowering women as she had thought, rather she was a "fascist". My take is that the criticism against Barbie is valid in that there is little diversity among the dolls and yes there are certain things that can be improved upon. However it is parallel-y true that Barbie can be ANYTHING. Especially in a world where success and happiness have come to be defined by such limited criteria Barbie rightly points out that most girls are ordinary, they are not scientists or presidents or nobel prize winners, however that does not mean they are unworthy of consideration, of respect and of care.

I am unsure what is the broad internet verdict on Barbie but I do believe that the movie encapsulates a very specific feminist experience where it's not that men are at fault for everything, Ken does ultimately admit, along with the directors of Mattel, that he does not want to be in power all the time. However, Gerwig refuses to dictate how men should behave, they will have to go to the Real World themselves and figure it out. Barbie however gets to learn that just saying "I don't want anything to change" does not stop things from changing. As someone who uses the exact same phrase several times, it hit me hard when, despite her best efforts, things kept changing. The loss of control and increasing uncertainty that adulthood brings is enough to make anyone into a Depression Barbie (complete with BBC Pride and Prejudice) but Gerwig also says that just because things are changing does not mean that we are simply helpless. We have people around us, mothers and grandmothers and daughters and Weird Barbies, who are there to support us. America Ferrara's rant about how women can never be perfect or likeable is a cinematic masterpiece- it reflects the constant discourse around what it means to be a modern woman and ultimately puts forward that women can be "anything", they don't need to be only perfect- if nothing they do is perfect then there is no need to desire perfection, they can remain as they are. Sasha was a surprisingly heartwarming character, I was fully expecting her to be annoying. All the Kens were hilarious, of course, the little Sex Education cast reunion was adorable. The style of the movie may not suit everyone's taste, it is loud, over the top and camp as fuck, everything is a reference, the fourth wall is essentially non-existent. But at its core the Barbie Movie is a lesson in growing up- it is a tale of someone who has to find herself and accept herself before becoming a human. Interestingly, Barbie reflects adolescence quite literally (I was half expecting Gerwig to put in a menstruating reference, but it makes sense that she didn't, considering the no-vagina thing) and the last scene where she asks to see her gynecologist is not only symbolic of her becoming a human but also of her becoming a woman. She is a doll in the beginning like pre-adolescent girls are often called but then she goes through terrible things where she is not fully doll, but not fully human, and lastly when she has become human, shedding her doll part. Adolescent girls are rarely allowed to be anything other than perfect "dolls" even when they are having the most terrible period of their lives and Barbie's constant desire to make things return to as they were shows how she also wants to remain a doll, but once she accepts that things need to change she starts shedding her doll nature and starts becoming human. This is still a sad process but now Barbie knows (thanks to Ruth) that no matter what she will be okay as a human.

In conclusion Barbie is not a movie that is of the feminist genre, at least not to me, rather it is a coming of age story for some of the most iconic characters in pop culture.

#barbie #barbie movie #margot robbie #america ferrera #ryan gosling #simu liu #writing #desi academia #also yes my friends and I dressed up as the dreamhouse characters #i was chelsea #spoilers #barbie spoilers

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glassartpeasants · 1 year

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A Valentine's Day To Remember

Laughing Jack x GN!Reader

Warnings: Blood, not gore really but tagging in case, angst

A/N: I don't wanna talk about how long this took, and how i finished it at 12:17 am in the morning. And how it's 4 days after Valentine's Day. Hopefully its long to make up for it.

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You were so tired. Tired of working your ass off for a boss who only cares about himself. Tired of working with co-workers who think you're a dumping ground for the things they don’t want to do. You couldn’t wait to quit, but that was something that had to be postponed. Cause you’d be damned if your broke on Valentine's Day.

This Valentine’s Day was going to be huge for you. You wanted your love to have the most expensive things and everything his twisted heart desired. It's just a shame you worked so much. You loved him so much, so you hoped this would make up for the lack of quality time you spent with him. He loved surprises, so you couldn’t wait to see the look on his face when he saw all the decorations.

Well, you had to buy them first.

So that leads you to where you are now, roaming the stores looking for the perfect things to fill your apartment with. The sweets aisle was stacked with candy that would give a clown cavities.

Lindt, Russell Stover, Ghirardelli, Godiva, you name it, was in your cart. You got flowers and everything under the sun. It was all in your cart, ready to be given to the person you loved the most. It had to be perfect for him.

You couldn’t wait for it to all tie together and be the perfect Valentine’s Day you dreamed it to be.

~~~

You were gone so much. Why were you gone so much? Don’t you love him? He told you about how he’s clingy. Did you finally have enough? Is that why you were spending so much time at work? You didn’t find another, did you? You were cheating, were you?

Toxic thoughts filled his mind as he looked at the picture of the both of you that he kept in his pants pocket. Both of your guys smiles were from ear to ear. It was a picture where you officially asked him out. He felt as if his chest was going to implode. He remembered the kiss you left on his cheek you gave him that almost had him melting. He was still so madly in love with you that every kiss afterward still felt the same since that day.

Did you not feel the same?

He wants to tell you how he feels, but he doesn’t know how. What if you get mad at him for holding it in for so long? What if it’s not the right time? What if he’s just overthinking again? Why can’t he just say it? For fucks sake, he’s a 200+ year old clown. He should be able to express how he feels.

*RING RING RING*

He grabs the phone from his pants pocket, only for a smile to stretch across his face.

It was you! He went to answer it, but he looked at the time and saw that you were still supposed to be at work. Did you call him cause you wanted to, or was it a butt dial? He picked up the phone, and relief washed over him as he heard your voice.

“Hi honey, I’m going to be early in coming home or a little late depending on how this traffic is. I think someone ran a red light and hit someone else. People need to get their licenses taken away cause this is the 3rd time this week!” He laughed as he heard the cute annoyance in your tone. You did mean to call him! You even did it while driving! He loved hearing you rant about how horrible traffic was.

“How was your day, though? Hopefully better than mine.”

“I didn’t do much. I stayed home and watched horror movies.”

“You okay, honey? You don’t normally hang out at home unless something’s bothering you. Do you wanna talk?”

‘This is my chance! I can finally tell them!’

“Nah, I’m okay. Just tired. I drank too much with Will last night, and I have a massive hangover.”

“I swear, you're going to kill your non-existent liver. I’ll be home, and I’ll make you some that’ll help you. Oh, traffic’s starting again. I have to go. Love you!” Before he could say it back, you hung up. He would have been sad if he wasn’t excited that you would be coming home early! He loves when you come home early. It's not often enough, though.

‘Why didn’t you confess?!’ His head started going off again, but it was right. Why didn’t he say how he felt? Why couldn’t he have the courage to say it? Maybe he will when you get home.

~~~

A few days later

Jack was so clingy when you got home early that night. But you didn’t mind. You loved his clinginess. That is what made him, him. It's just a shame that you were gone at work so that you couldn’t enjoy his arms around you while he was rambling about something he saw that day.

He was so cute when he started rambling, talking about his new obsession and how he was so fixated on it. The way his eyes sparkled when he’d talk about it always made your heart melt.

You found a store based on his newest interest and told him about it so he’d get out of the house while you decorated. You told him that you had to clean the house and gave him some money to buy whatever he wanted from the store. He was sad that you weren’t coming with him, but you told him that you’d meet him at the park so that you could hang out. He smiled before going on his merry way.

Here you were, with your shared apartment decorated to the max with Valentine’s Day decorations. Flowers as far as the eye could see. Piles of chocolate are laying on the dining table, with a handwritten letter to him waiting to be opened.

Horrible romance movies, rom-coms, and other Valentine's Day movies sat on the couch waiting to be watched. You got candles so that it would be even more romantic. The finishing touch was what you wore under the everyday clothes you had on.

You couldn’t wait for it all. All you had to do now was head to the park and get ready to see him and not spoil the surprise you worked so hard to get.

~~~

Where were you? You were taking forever! He feels weird sitting on this park bench alone, holding all the stuff he bought with the money you gave him.

“Jack!” His whole body froze as he felt hands being placed on his shoulders. He twisted his head and saw your smiling face. You looked so lovely when you were smiling.

“I thought you forgot, haha. What took you so long!”

“That's for me to know and for you to find out!” He would have laughed with you, but for some reason, it only gave him a gross feeling in his stomach.

“Well, are you ready to go for a walk?”

“Yeah! Let's go!” He quickly sat up and grabbed your hand, and you both started walking down the pathway.

~~~

“And Edgar Allen Poe didn’t create ‘The Raven’ until 1845!”

“Do you have a favorite poem from him?”

“You're not gonna make me choose, are you?” A cute pout was plastered on his face. You couldn’t help but laugh.

“I wish I could spend more time with you instead of working all the time.”

“Then stop working so much! Ask your boss to cut your hours!”

“If only it were that simple. I have to pay bills and such. I need the hours he gives me.”

“Well, your working a lot more than usual.”

“That's true, but I have a good reason for that.”

“What?”

“I can’t tell you. It’s a secret.” You giggle at him as you squeeze his hand.

“I don’t like secrets.”

“Ah, come on, honey. It's a good one! I know you're going to love it!” You go to squeeze his hand again, only for him to pull his hand away.

“Jack?”

“Why is it a secret that you're gone so much? Are you hiding something from me?”

“Hiding something? Are you okay, Jack?”

“No! No, I’m not okay!” His voice raised an octave which caused you to open your eyes in shock. Your eyes turn soft as you try to get closer to him to understand what’s got him feeling this way.

“You're always working! Whenever I want to hang out or be with you, your working! Work work, work is all you do!”

“I’m sorry, honey. I know I’ve been working a lot more, but I’ve always tried to make it up to you! Not to mention soon I’ll be able to make it up to you!”

“That's what you always say! I’ll make it up to you, yet you never do! What's so cool about work?”

“Nothing is cool about work! You know everything is more expensive nowadays, so I have to work a lot to pay bills and such. I’m sorry I haven’t spent as much time with you as you would have liked. I wish I could make that time up, but I can’t, and I'm sorry.”

“Even days you have off, you go in if they call you in! When we're hanging out, you leave!”

“I’ve only done that twice! I don’t like it any more than you do, but when my boss threatens to fire me, I have to go in.”

“Are you sure there just isn’t somebody there you want to see?”

“What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about how you're probably talking to someone at work!” You jump back a little back at his words.

“Are you saying that you think I’m cheating?” Jack didn’t say anything as he only looked at you blankly.

“You really think that lowly of me that I’d cheat on you?” His expression was mixed with anger and sadness, and you couldn’t help but feel those as well.

“With how much you forget about me, you might be.”

“Forget you? Jack, you're on my mind 24/7. I never stop thinking about you. You're the only person I love.” Jack said nothing as he looked at the ground away from you.

“You know I love you, right Jack?”

“Then act like it.” His words just snapped something inside you. He was throwing arrows at you with words, and you’ve only shown him, love, only to be stabbed for showing it. Jack started walking away towards the direction of your apartment.

“Can we please talk about this instead of you walking away?” You run up to him and grab his arm.

“I don’t wanna talk to you.”

“Please, Jack? Relationships need communication-”

“I said I don’t wanna talk to you!” He screamed as he pulled his arm back, accidentally slicing your arm before disappearing into a cloud of smoke.

“Ah fuck!” You quickly checked your arm, only to notice three deep wounds pouring blood out of them. Not even seconds passed by before your entire forearm was covered in blood. You started to run, which left a trail of bloody droplets as you tried to find the nearest hospital.

You tried running even faster, but your eyes started getting heavier to the point where you could barely keep them open, and your legs started weakening.

‘Oh god, what’s happening?’ Your vision started getting blurry, and you felt your legs wobbling as you tried to maintain balance.

“Hey, you don’t look so good.” A stranger's voice was the last thing you heard before you collapsed onto the concrete path of the park. Darkness surrounded you as you closed your eyes.

~~~

“Stupid (Y/N). Stupid Valentines Day.” Kicking rocks was the best thing he could do to prevent him from losing his temper again.

Seeing your sad face when he accused you of cheating never left his mind, no matter how hard he tried to erase it. Why were you sad? He’s the one who deserves to be sad! You chose to work and ignore him! It’s all your fault!

But now what?

Why should he put himself through being forgotten again? Sure, he loved you more than there were stars in the sky, but he promised himself that he wouldn’t go through what he did ever again.

He was too much into his thoughts to notice that he had walked all the way home to your shared apartment. At first, he didn’t want to go in, in fear of you already being there, but when he put his ear to the door and heard nothing, he unlocked it.

Shock couldn’t even describe how he was feeling. Did you do this?

The house was decorated head to toe with decorations. Boxes of chocolate were hoarded on the dining room table with an envelope with his name written on it.

Closing the door, he walked towards the envelope and grabbed it carefully. It was a cliche white envelope with a red heart sticker sealing it. Using his claws, he carefully opened the top of it. Grabbing it, he starts to read the letter.

Dear Jack,

Happy Valentines Day! I’m so excited to share this holiday with you for the first time! So I went all out! Everything you can think of is here! I wanted to make this one never to forget!

Your wondering how or how did I manage to get everything? Well, this is the reason I was working so much! I wanted to make sure our Valentine's day was perfect! So I hope you can forgive me for not being able to hang out with you more.

I hated every time I had to go to work for hours and not be able to see you. I always missed hearing your jokes, as they never failed to make me laugh. Seeing how your eyes light up every time you talk about something your passionate about always reminded me why I’m so in love with you. Your presence alone always makes me feel at peace. I genuinely don’t know what I’d do without you in my life.

Your everything I could ever ask for. I feel so lucky you're a part of my life that I couldn’t imagine my life without you. So I hope you can forgive me for being unable to be in your arms every night.

I love you to the ends of hell and back. Happy Valentines Day, Jack <3

He couldn’t begin to describe how he was feeling. You were simply trying to surprise him, and he thought you were cheating on him! You were only working so you could make him feel happy! God, he felt like such an asshole.

He held the letter in his hands as he tried to figure out what to do. Maybe he could wait for you to get home? Yeah, then he can apologize for everything that happened at the park. Looking at the clock, you should be home soon, and maybe Valentine's Day can still be saved.

~~~

A day later

Why didn’t you come home last night? Were you that mad at him? Were you too hurt to look at him? He knows he messed up, but how long were you going to ignore him? He tried to call you and text you, but you never answered and left him on delivered. Maybe your phone was off?

RING RING RING

He quickly picked up the phone, hoping it was you, only to be yelled at by a familiar female voice.

“Jack, where are you?!”

“Home? And don’t yell at me, Jane. What do you want?”

“(Y/N) is in the hospital, and you don’t even care? Some boyfriend you are.” He jumped to his feet as he felt his heart stop.

“(Y/N)’s in the hospital?!”

“Yes! Didn’t you know?!”

“No! Which one?!”

“The sone on Solar St.!” Not even seconds later, he left the apartment in a puff of smoke. When he saw the hospital in front of him, he made a mad dash inside.

“Which room are you in?!”

“208!” Running down the halls of the unfamiliar corridor felt like a race against time. He found your room and burst through the door. Upon entry, he saw your body lying on a bed with all sorts of things attached to you. Bloody bandages wrapped around your arm and head.

“What the fuck happened?!”

“All I know is apparently a bystander found them running holding their arm. Suddenly, they collapsed onto the concrete, hitting their head hard. When they saw all the blood is when they called the ambulance.”

“Ah, you must be another friend of (Y/N)?” He whipped his head around to see a doctor holding a clipboard and staring at him.

“I'm their boyfriend! What happened to them?!”

“When the EMTs arrived, they noticed three deep gashes on their right arm. Deep enough to damage the radial artery. Their head had gotten hurt from hitting the concrete, and from a cat scan, we’ve seen they’ve got a small skull fracture along with a 2-inch length cut.”

“Will they be okay?!”

“They’ve lost a lot of blood. It’s going to be a long recovery.”

“At least they're okay.”

Unfortunately, things like this come with severe risks and problems. They went unconscious from blood loss and haven’t woken up since they passed out yesterday. They lost enough blood that they could get amnesia. Long-term or short-term is unknown.”

“Do you know when they’ll wake up? Or what caused the cut to the arm?” Jane's voice cut through the thick air.

“No, I don’t. We’re guessing a demon ambushed them as they look like claw marks. Sorry for what happened, and I do wish you the best. I’ll have a nurse come and check on them soon.” The door closed as Jack's world seemed to stop.

“What did you do?!” Jane's voice screamed as she started hitting the clown and yelling profanities at him.

“I-I didn’t know! I didn’t mean to!” He tried to calm Jane down, but her words continued to dire at him.

“It’s all your fault! They might not ever wake up, and it’s your fault!”

“Don’t say that! They’ll wake up!”

“And how do you know?! They’re lying in that bed because of you!” Jack tried looking away, unable to see what his actions had done.

“Look at what you did!”

“Shut up!” Putting his hands over his ears, he fell to the floor and sat with his knees hugging his chest. He could feel tears brim his eyes as his whole body started twitching with loads of unfamiliar emotions.

“They deserve better than you. I hope they leave you…

…If they ever wake up.”

~~~

Three weeks have passed

Wake up, please. Please, please, please. He’s sorry! He’s learned his lesson. You can wake up now! It’s not funny anymore! Wake up! Why won’t you wake up?

He’s been by your bedside ever since the day he found out. Why would he go home when your not there? Nothing was the same if you weren’t there. Knowing you were in the hospital, he couldn’t even find joy in doing other things. A hospital he put you in.

People came to see you, and when they saw him, he was given the silent treatment or looked at like he was the most disgusting thing in hell. He’d wish he could sometimes crawl in a hole and die with all the stares sent his way.

You needed to wake up! He doesn’t know if he can continue this any longer! Knowing you so close yet so far away.

The sound of shuffling pulled him out of his thoughts, and he turned to look at the source of the sound.

It was you!

He grabbed your hand and held it tight as he looked hopeful that this time would be when you woke up! He could feel his heart jump out of his chest when he saw your eyes flutter open.

You turned to him before your eyes filled with fear, and a scream erupted out of your throat.

“What are you?! Get away from me!” Your screams echoed through the hospital as doctors and nurses rushed in.

“(Y/N) calm down! Your in the hospital! Your okay!”

“Who are you guys?! What are you guys?!” You ran from your bed and tried to get as far from them as possible. Tears started streaming down your cheeks as you feared for your life. All these monsters in front of you were nothing short of nightmare fuel.

“Ah, I was afraid this was going to happen, but this is worse than I could have predicted.” Jack twisted his head towards the doctor before tightly grabbing the doctor by his shoulders.

“What's wrong with them?!”

“Amnesia. This is just one of the worst cases I’ve seen. It happens a lot when someone experiences such heavy blood loss as they did. How long have they been in the underworld/known you?”

“Dated for almost seven months and known one another for two years!”

“I’m afraid to say Jack, but the amnesia has affected their brain to the point of losing their memory. And even losing their memory of the underworld.”

“Well, you can fix it, right?! Right?!” The doctor said nothing as he looked at Jack with pity.

“No…no! Your lying!” Letting go of the doctor's arms, he ran to you and grabbed you to try and hug you.

“You know me! You love me, and I love you!” Tears also streamed down his face when he felt you trying to escape his grasp.

“Let go of me! Someone help me, please!” The sound of your screams was so loud that your voice soon started going dry.

“Jack, let them go!” Doctors and nurses tried to pry you away from jack’s grasp, but he couldn’t let you go. He wouldn’t let you go.

More aids came in, and they were finally able to pry you away from him. You still screamed bloody murder as you were surrounded by people you didn’t know and monsters all looking at you.

Your body felt light before you passed out from the fear of being in the unknown.

~~~

Months later

You were sitting on a park bench with someone else where he should be. It should be his arm around you, not theirs. It should be him your laughing at, not them.

Jack could only watch you from afar as you kissed someone that wasn’t him. The awful feeling that he so desperately tried to avoid in the first place soon became the only thing he felt. Sitting away forgotten while you lived your life without ever remembering him.

“You're pathetic. Can’t you just leave them alone? You’ve already done enough.”

“Leave me alone, Jane.”

“You heard what the doctor said. (Y/N) won’t regain their memories. They needed to return to Earth. They won’t ever be able to come back to the underworld.”

“I know.”

“They don’t need you fucking up their life again. Go home, Jack. It's the best thing you could ever do for them.” Without another word, the sound of heels started heading away from him. His body shook as his tears soon started dropping on the ground.

Once again left forgotten as he watched what his actions had done.

#laughing jack x reader #monochrome laughing jack #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta #creeps #laughing jack

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astupidweeb69 · 2 years

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Unrequited (Yandere! Ticci Toby x Reader) Part 2

Next Chapter: Part 3

All Other Chapters: Part 1 , Part 4 , Part 5, Part 6, & Part 7

Author’s Note: Okay so I know I said this series would be written in Toby’s perspective, but this chapter is in the reader’s point of view. I think from now on I’ll do every other chapter in Toby’s perspective and switch from him to the reader. I feel like it’d make things more interesting to kind of get both sides perception of what’s going on.

This is also cross-posted on my Ao3 account which I update quicker.

Warnings: Swearing, Toby being weird, the reader is struggling with their mental health, people talk about horror movies idk. (2,966 words)

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“You doing okay?”

The question seemed to come out of nowhere, almost startling you. You’d been listening to your friend Anne rant about some TV show she’d been watching lately, and admittedly you started to space out a bit. Something that has been happening more often these past couple of weeks.

Truth is, there was a lot going on in your head, and your thoughts started to race if you didn’t consciously make an effort to focus. A bad habit you thought you’d learned how to deal with better.

But isolation does that to a person. You hadn’t been communicating with your friends as frequently, using any excuse you could to stay indoors, with the blinds closed, and everything securely locked.

Anne, however, being your closest and longest friend you had, was the first person to notice that you were falling back into your old ways. And so, she showed up to your home unannounced, dragging you out to get coffee for “no more than an hour, tops”. You could see the concern on her face when you first opened the door to greet her. You hadn’t showered in quite some time, and your sleep schedule was almost non-existent.

You were scared.

And now, after doing the bare minimum to get your hygiene back to an acceptable level to go out in public, you sat across the table from your friend. Outside at a local café you typically frequented. A cup of (favorite drink) in front of you, and Anne’s worried expression staring back.

You sighed, slouching in your seat. “Honestly? Not really.”

Anne perked up, more attentive now. The conversation was about to get serious. You hardly ever expressed to your friends when you were having a hard time. Anne was probably the only one you’d share this with, and she knew that.

“It’s been happening again? The whole paranoia thing I mean…” Your eyes looked down, suddenly invested in your fidgeting hands. “I just keep feeling like I’m being messed with. That someone’s watching me.”

You paused, glancing up at your friend to wait for her response. She was thinking. You knew she was worried about saying the wrong thing, which you respected. The fact that you trusted her enough to talk about your past was no small feat. And she didn’t want to break that trust now.

“I’m sorry, I wish I was better at giving advice. Was this brought on by anything you know… specific? Has your dad been acting difficult again?” She asked.

“No that’s the weird thing. I mean, I started losing stuff around my house. At first, I didn’t think it was a big deal.” You rubbed your eyes. God you were tired. “Then I kept finding my windows open. Especially the one in my bedroom. Anne… I don’t think I’ve ever opened my windows. So, I don’t know what that’s about. And then, it all just had a snowball effect. I start worrying about one small thing and it quickly turns into a fucking avalanche.”

She sipped her iced coffee. “Maybe my mom has been coming in to check on things? I know it would be out of character for her to do that without letting you know ahead of time. But I can ask her for you?” Anne smiled reassuringly.

You know she didn’t want to say ‘you were just imagining things’, that phrase always made you annoyed. You had joked to her before that people saying that in horror movies ended up getting people killed.

“Yeah I guess it couldn’t hurt.” It probably wouldn’t end up going anywhere. But you knew Anne wanted to feel like she made an attempt to help you. “I’m going to head back now. I’ll probably stop at a couple stores on my way home to get out a little bit more.”

As you began packing up your things, you felt Anne’s hand reach out and lightly grab your arm.

“How about I come stay over at your place for a couple of days? Like when we were younger? I don’t want you to cut yourself off from people again.” She squeezed your arm encouragingly. “I’ll even watch any movies you pick. Swear on my life. The goriest and bloodiest movies. I won’t even complain.”

You raised an eyebrow, a wicked grin spreading across your face. You could already tell Anne was regretting saying that.

“Fine… if you think you can handle that. But how about you come over in like a day? My house looks like total shit and I need to clean up.”

That was partly true. You also just needed time to mentally prepare yourself at having a person come stay over. It’s been a while.

Plus, it was Anne’s family that technically owned the place you were staying at. They had given you a deal on rent since you were a friend of the family and the house had been sitting empty before you arrived. And you promised to keep the place looking nice, lawn mowed, those types of things.

But you had kind of broken that promise since you’d recently decided to become a hermit. And now you were feeling guilty about it.

After saying your goodbyes, you parted ways with your friend and started your walk home. You did need to pick up a few things for dinner on the way and you had been meaning to check out the bookstore just a few blocks down. They typically had sales on DVDs, and you hadn’t been there in a long time.

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It didn’t take long for you to reach the place, appropriately called “The Book Spot”. Not the most creative name, but you doubt you’d be able to come up with something better.

Immediately upon entering, your eyes narrowed in on the bargain bin in the back. Not really paying attention to the tired teen behind the register giving you a half-hearted “Welcome back,” you made a beeline for your target.

Rummaging through various movie titles like ‘Paul Blart Mall Cop 2’, which you didn’t even know they made a sequel, and obscure romantic comedies from the early 2000s, you finally found something that caught your eye.

You reached out to pick it from the bin, glad your detour home wouldn’t be a total bust.

But then, without warning, a hand grabbed your own.

It was cold, yet somehow still drenched with sweat. It twitched a little bit, before you recoiled back in embarrassment. Your stomach doing flips as you braced yourself to make a run for it and never return to this store. This was about the last thing you needed today.

The owner of the hand looked down at you, arm still in the bin, like he was searching for a movie himself. Yet his eyes were fully fixed on you.

Messy dark brown hair that curled every which way, pale skin, dark brown eyes with heavy bags underneath, a black turtleneck and jeans.

What the hell.

You recognized this guy.

How could you have forgotten that trip to the gas station? Humiliating situations like that practically engraved themselves in your memory. Things that your brain would make sure to remind you of now and again as you tried to fall asleep at night. And this guy had been there to witness it all. You could only hope he didn’t remember.

God, you felt like you were going to throw up.

But hey, this wasn’t your fault, right? If you didn’t know any better, you would say the guy practically stuck his hand in the bin with the intent to grab yours. That’s what it had felt like anyways.

Despite this, the first thing to come out of your mouth was “Sorry.” As if you were to blame. Your brain’s hardwired response to always be polite taking over.

“Duh-don’t worry about it. It’s muh-my fault.” His faced stretched into a grin. Almost too wide in your opinion. There was a white bandage taped to the left side of his mouth that crinkled in protest.

His voice was raspy, like he hadn’t spoken in a while, before he attempted to clear his throat.

“I wasn’t puh-paying attention.” He looked at you expectantly. Eyes raking in your entire form to the point that you could almost feel it.

You didn’t like assuming a person was interested in you in that way… in fact your default was to assume you were just imagining things. The way you tended to carry yourself in public was carefully practiced to hopefully make yourself invisible. It wasn’t exactly a regular occurrence for you to be hit on. And if a stranger did try to flirt with you…. Well… your mind immediately went back to that notorious scene with the gas station cashier. Man, that had been fucking awful.

“No worries, I was just leaving anyways. Found what I was looking for…. And everything….” You trailed off, sticking your hand in the bin again to collect the DVD you had initially spotted. A collector’s edition of ‘The Evil Dead’. A fantastic find considering the rest of the trash in the pile.

“Oh! H-Hey! That’s a guh-good movie!” The man exclaimed. His voice’s sudden change in volume made you flinch a bit. It seemed like he was sort of clueless about how it came across, like he was desperately trying to find a way to keep you there. Unless that’s what he was doing? Again, you didn’t want to jump to conclusions.

Politeness once again taking over, you let a ghost of a smile grace your features. Nothing too major in case you ended up leading him on.

“Yeah, I love Sam Raimi films. He never shy’s away from using the most gruesome special effects. The guy has no fear of censorship.” At the topic of something you knew all about, you continued talking, finding yourself unable to stop your ramble. “You know he got in trouble for initially releasing it unrated? I think they eventually gave it an X rating and it’s still banned in some countries. Great movie if you like body horror.”

You wanted to smack yourself over the head. Why did you just encourage the weird guy to keep talking to you? Fuck. It’s been so long since you talked to someone about an interest of yours that you let yourself become too excited.

But the guy only stared at you, clearly fascinated. His body twitched every now and then. And he rolled his shoulder causing his joint to let out a loud crack in resistance. You couldn’t help but wonder if that hurt him.

Did he have Tourette’s? You’d heard of that before, and you did notice him stuttering earlier. At first you thought he might have just been nervous, but the way his eyes never seemed to leave yours made you think otherwise…

“Sss-so I take it you’re a big fan of scary shit, h-huh?” He mused. There was a weird tone in his voice you weren’t a fan of. “I’ve always liked a guh-good scare. Have any recommendations for me?”

It just occurred to you now how close he had gotten.

When did he invade your personal space? During your little rant? You need to pay more attention to your surroundings, you thought bitterly. Ironic considering the full-on paranoid episode you had been under these past few weeks.

You could practically feel his breath on you. “Sure… I could give you a few suggestions… What kind of horror do you typically like?” You took a couple steps back.

He lifted his hand, rubbing his chin, like it was something he really needed to put thought into. “I guess…” He glanced back down at you, his tone lowering slightly. “A-anything really gory and bloody. The muh-more brutal the better.” He licked his lips, eyes lidded as he gauged your reaction.

“O-oh… okay.” It was funny, normally you would be beaming if someone told you that. Excited at all the possibilities and movies you could share with them that you wouldn’t tell your other friends about. But this guy just gave off bad vibes. Like you wouldn’t be surprised if he watched snuff films or something. Hell, you wouldn’t be surprised if he MADE snuff films.

Again, you hoped you were just being overly cautious. Maybe he was just bad at flirting.

Painfully, woefully, bad at flirting.

“If you’re into body horror and special effects like that… you should take a look at ‘The Thing’, the John Carpenter 1982 version, or maybe ‘The Fly’? The one with Jeff Goldblum in it….” God, you hoped you could leave now. You gave him two good suggestions, surely that should satisfy him. Now you just wanted to get the fuck out of dodge.

“I’ve never been to this stuh-store before, could you shhh-show me where I can find those movies?”

Crap. Of course it couldn’t be that easy. He couldn’t have asked an employee, he had to ask you for some reason.

“Sure… follow me…” You must have looked so tense right now. “I come here a lot, so I pretty much know the place like the back of my hand.” You struggled to make light conversation as you led him a couple aisles over.

Shit, why did the store have to be so empty? It was just the two of you here. Not including the one employee all the way at the other side of the store, completely out of view.

“Sss-so why do you like body horror so much?” The guy asked nonchalantly, breaking the silence that had formed as you searched for the specific movies you promised to find.

Again, his body was dangerously close to yours, brushing against you every so often. You swore he even tried to smell you at one point.

You swallowed thickly. “Well, I guess it’s just cool to look at…” You were starting to sweat, fingers dancing over the titles of different movies, desperate to find what you were looking for quickly. “It’s kind of like, when does a person stop being a person?”

“I like that.” He interjected, a level of seriousness in his voice that didn’t match his earlier whimsical (if you could call it that) attitude.

You hesitantly turned to him, not quite understanding, “Like what?”

“The way you said thuh-that…” He furrowed his eyebrows, trying to find the right words. “The way you say things…” He seemed lost for a moment, eyes almost distant, before focusing on you again. “Buh-by the way… I didn’t catch your name?”

You blinked. It was difficult to figure out what this guy’s intentions were. The way he acted was all over the place.

“Well… that’s probably because I never gave it to you…” You chuckled. “My name’s (Y/N)… don’t uhhh… wear it out?”

Fuck that was bad. You should have just said your name like a normal human being instead of cracking some lame jokes. This always happened when you were uncomfortable. Which you were, immensely at the moment.

Still the guy practically beamed with delight watching you struggle through your response.

He reached out his hand. Did he want you to give him a handshake? How weirdly formal.

You hesitantly grabbed his hand to return the gesture.

He carefully wrapped his fingers around your smaller hand, reminding you how much bigger the man was in comparison. His grip was tight, like he didn’t want to let go, wanting to keep you forever trapped in a prison of socially awkward encounters.

“I’m Toby. It’s very nice to meet you (Y/N).” He practically purred out your name. If it was even possible for people to purr.

You shook his hand twice before attempting to release it. Toby slowly moved his hand from yours, but not before gliding a single finger across the palm of your hand, all while maintaining eye contact.

Your body involuntarily shivered. You prayed he didn’t notice and mistake it for meaning something else.

“Hey, I found the movie!” You exclaimed.

Relief washed over you like a tidal wave. It had caught your eye as soon as you looked away from Toby’s piercing stare.

You practically snapped him out of a trance. That seemed to happen if he looked at your face too long without either of you talking. Like he was hypnotized or something.

‘Hypnotized by your beauty perhaps?’ You joked to yourself. The guy was all sorts of strange, you doubt you’d ever be able to understand why he acted the way he did. Not that you wanted to.

You quickly handed off the movie to Toby, ‘The Thing’ was what you ended up finding. If he had wanted to watch the other movie you recommended, too bad. Next time he should ask a person who works there to show him.

You, however, were finally off the hook and could leave.

“Well, bye Toby, it was nice talking to you.” You lied.

About to turn around so you could pay for your things and go, a large hand quickly grabbed your shoulder.

You stopped.

He was gripping you too hard. It almost hurt.

What the fuck.

Probably noticing the way you started to shake, Toby loosened his hold.

“W-wait! Uh… I duh-don’t know how to…” You heard him curse under his breath. “Would it be possible for me to see you again?”

You looked over your shoulder, taken aback to see how his face watched you with a look of sheer anguish. Or was it hopelessness? You weren’t 100% certain. But he looked like a mess. Acting as if he just murdered a puppy.

And even though it went against your better judgement.

How your whole body screamed at you to backhand this man so hard his grandparents would feel it.

To run far away, maybe even change your name.

You found yourself saying, “Sure.”

#creepypasta #ticci toby #toby rogers #ticci toby x reader #x reader #yandere #toby rogers x reader #proxies #yandere creepypasta x reader #yandere ticci toby #fanfiction #yandere ticci toby x reader #yandere creepypasta #reader insert #my writing

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webbo0 · 7 months

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*sighs* because none of my friends have watched it and I’m at a soccer game and I’m bored out of my mind could I ask you some questions?

Have you watched Remember the Titans? (If you haven’t it’s on Disney Plus and is literally the best football movie I’ve ever seen; plus young Ryan Gosling who plays a guy named Allan which I screamed at because “all his clothes fit me”)

If you have…I dunno, thoughts, favorite moment, anything (beggar me, scrounging for crumbs)

More Tiny Little Headcanons for Henryyyy (+ some Henry Lives AU headcanons)

Because Athena acts in older plays, he’s tried to read more Shakespearean books and stuff like that so they can talk about it together and he can be of assistance when she’s rehearsing. (This is how I see it, you’ll probably have something different: he’s OKAY with them, but not the hugest fan. Whenever Athena is ranting about how useless the female characters are, he’ll just nod with a small smile and agree.)

He’s the kind of person to be kind of awkward around small kids, convinced that they don’t like him. I think that kids can sense a kind person, so that doesn’t deter them and he ends up teaching them how to draw and stuff.

I’ve never been in a hospital as a patient and I’m guessing ways to kill yourself wouldn’t be TOO numerous but when Henry first wakes up to a few weeks out he tries many times to pull the tubes out of him or turn off the numbing medication (the stuff that’s in the bag; not hydration but…ughhhh stoopid), get out of his bed and stuff to the point where they have to tie him down. (IS THIS FACTUAL I DONT KNOW). After that, when Sam comes to visit and he asks what happened, Henry says, “I’m a monster. Thats why.” Or something.

In a lighter note, Henry DEFINITELY makes for some awkward situations when he asks Sam “when are you gonna marry your girl?” And Sam tries to explain that he and “his girl” have been on one half date to get coffee after seeing his broken body being taken away to the hospital. “Where’s your ring?” “What ring, Henry?” “Your- the ring you were gonna give her; you didn’t lose it, did you?” “Who is her?”

That’s all for now. Probably will continue in ten minutes. Thanks for reading all this shit.

I haven't seen Remember the Titans yet, but it's on my list!

And I'm literally so happy to get headcanons I'm twirling my (non-existent) long hair ✨

• I would love to dive into their relationship more! We get so little about her but I love the classic "visual artist doesn't fully understand the literary artist and vice versa but they are super supportive of each other" bit!

• I also think he'd be good with kids, or at least they'd sense that he's chill, he's Definitely a cat person IMO

• I'm honestly planning on him being on a psych hold at some point in the story so I SEE the vision

• And yes!!! The blurring between realities!!! That's also something I'm Super excited to write about!!

As always I owe you my life lol, thanks for the inspiration!

#stay movie 2005 #stay 2005 #henry letham #dr sam foster #ryan gosling #ewan mcgregor #fanfiction #fanfic

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flansterthefilm · 6 months

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Wokeness

One of the most mind altering cringe things I've seen my entire life is a grown men, maybe in his thirties, losing his shit over the option to select your pronouns in Starfield. He yelled at the screen, he turned the game off, you could see the fires of rage in his eyes burn with the fury of a thousand suns. And one of the most captivating things that I saw said in response to this was that what he was facing mentally had to be some sort of cognitive illness. Holy shit, you're right.

I think that now more than ever there's a strong pushback against the inclusion of any type of marginalized group in media unless they submit to extremely tight standards: Women are fine as long as they're beautiful, black people are okay as long as they aren't too present and don't overshadow the white main character, and the LGBT community are tolerable permitted they aren't at all present. When media doesn't submit to this they face review bombing, unsuccessful boycotts, and even real world threats.

Most commonly we see that these aforementioned qualities not being stuck to birth Twitter rants made by people who paid $8 for a blue checkmark to appear next to their name. They'll write as much as the character limit permits about how whatever studio is responsible for the downfall of the West because some movie had a gay kiss scene or a video game let you play as a deaf black girl.

What you'll see as a pattern in a lot of cases of apparent "wokeness" is that the issue isn't so much what a character says or does but rather a character's inclusion in the first place. In a game like Horizon Forbidden West the main character, Aloy's, sexuality was met with harsh waves of criticism. She wasn't straight and that was an issue. The game didn't make a statement about gay validity vs straight validity, Aloy was just bi or lesbian, end of story. And in Marvel's Spider-Man 2 we have Hailey, a deaf black character who has an OPTIONAL side mission where things were as down to Earth as possible in a game like Spider-Man. She didn't save the day in the end, she didn't use her powers of being black and deaf to overpower the Spider-Men, she just existed. Both of these instances were met with controversy from former FASD babies who accidentally tricked themselves into thinking their opinion was worth hearing.

This criticism, however, goes beyond just dipshits on Twitter. A lot of the time we see major news outlets like Fox News take any given instance of non white, non straight, non male inclusion and turn it into a news story. Most common when Mr. Carlson was on the air, stories about the Little Mermaid being black or the Green M&M no longer being boner fuel because Mars doesn't want people to make their own salty M&Ms before they get their recipe right flooded the air. Tucker doing this unleashed the concept of wokeness unto his millions of fans, and from there conflation began.

Tucker's framing of wokeness made it seem as if any inclusion that didn't fit his ideal standards was inherently bad and worth fighting against. And his ideal standards often made it seem like marginalized groups aren't welcome when compared to straight white men when it comes to their involvement in media. Both are true. And when you have a man like him, the former most watched news personality in America, not only make it seem like the devilish concept of wokeness was just the inclusion of minorities but also validate those who already thought that way, disaster will and did strike.

(I don't believe Tucker is solely to blame however it stands to reason that he certainly didn't help the spread.)

So now we have the mere act of including and in some cases simply acknowledging these minority groups being framed as woke, and woke=bad if you haven't sumised by now.

This rather easily paves the way for any and all representation of marginalized people to be labeled as woke, and when it's labeled as such a pushback from a larger group of people is easy. Those who begin the pushback are simply angry that someone who doesn't look like them are in media they want to enjoy, that's what they see as woke. By using the word "woke" they enlist the help of the uninformed, those who think that the issue is the presence being forced or pandering, that is their version of woke. What they don't know is what they're rallying behind isn't a simple expression of proper inclusion, it's the erasure of inclusion.

From there and with repeated pushbacks the uninformed begin to conflate any inclusion with wokeness. They get mad that a gay person was on Sesame Street or The Simpsons is pro BLM. They think they're at war with pandering. This is not true, they've been radicalized.

Large, public, and vocal outcry leads to executives listening. If they believe that having a black main character is going to drop profits whereas a white one wouldn't, guess which path they'll take. And this will continue with two outcomes for each instance: the minority is replaced with future media or the minority stays and further radicalization happens.

With those who fall into the bigoted category of warriors against the "woke mob" in congress and various positions of power, fighting against what boils down to minorities being present in anything, with them being radicalized just as the uninformed had been or being radical to begin with, I hate to see what's on the horizon for my friends and I.

#lgbtqia #politics #wokeness #essay #personal essay #free write essay #civil rights

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vincent-marie · 9 months

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Rant Time: SUCKER PUNCH

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Okay, so I have a BIG problem with a lot of the defenses for SUCKER PUNCH.

Now, this isn't about the die-hard Zack Snyder fanboys grasping at straws for the vaguest of symbolism to "prove" that their senpai can do no wrong. (Those people get blocked on sight cuz they clearly can't have a healthy relationship with fictional media.)

No, what concerns me is when I have seen women defend it as a power fantasy. That these are feminine-dressed sex workers kicking ass & taking names.

The biggest problem I have with that argument is, in the brothel reality, these ladies ARE NOT doing sex work cuz they want to. This isn't THE BEST LITTLE WHOREHOUSE IN TEXAS. This isn't the Chicken Ranch were sex workers WANTED to make a living there & were given a modicum of respect, at least for the time period.

In SUCKER PUNCH it's human trafficking at best, & I fail to see how that can be sexually empowering in any way.

Much of why I hate this movie is that it has this underlying condescending subtext that these women have no other choice than to live through their suffering & any attempts to escape will either have them killed or lobotomized. Not helped that all the ladies have such infantilizing stripper names that you KNOW they didn't choose for themselves.

And Sweet Pea "escaping" does nothing cuz it seems to be happening in one of the non-reality realities, & only exists so the movie can have it's own version of the ambiguous spinning top at the end of INCEPTION.

I think the biggest reason folks defend this as a sexual power fantasy is because we are, in fact, STARVING for some decent, humanizing representations of sex workers. Or sex worker characters as a power fantasy that aren't written by dirty old men.

That's why I fell in love so hard with the character of Angel Dust when I discovered HAZBIN HOTEL.

Here was a sex worker character who WANTED to get into sex work. He's not ashamed of it, he doesn't need to be rescued a la PRETTY WOMAN, & it's a profession he legit enjoys.

As demonstrated in ADDICT & the prequel comic closest thing to "rescuing" he needs is a positive support structure to help him get away from his shitty boss, not unlike how Harley Quinn needed a supportive friend in Ivy to help get away from the Joker.

And it's also why I created my own character of the succubus Velvet Ophelia. An asexual sex worker in a steady relationship with her supportive & encouraging sex-positive husband Johnny Long-Legs.

We need more media that de-stigmatizes & normalizes sex work & NOT through the filter of cishet men trying to cater to those with the empathetic capacity of selfish, horny teenage boys.

#sucker punch #sex work representation #hazbin hotel

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legend-of-the-iron-dragon · 8 months

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ATLA brainrot rant time bby!

so, as you can guess from the title, I’m an ATLA babe. I didn’t watch it when it first was released (unfortunately 😔), but I have since watched it and now I adore it with all my heart and soul and agree that there is no movie in Ba Sing Se.

so this thingy is basically me talking about things I want to see more of in the world of avatar, and a few small things that exist in some of my au’s.

okay so, like, I wanna see more of the less talked about areas.

give me foggy swamp benders, expand their culture!

give me Si Wong desert sand benders, show me them even at all! show me sand benders glass bending!

(and yes look it up it is canon in one of the kyoshi books and bc of metal bending it is 100% possible)

give me the freaking SUN WARRIORS

SHOW ME THE GOOD FIREBENDERS DURING THE WAR

I KNOW THEY EXISTED

I wanna know about the differences between the four air temples! Did they have distinct differences and cultural uniqueness?

What about the places we don’t know anything about? Is there a mud bender Polynesian society somewhere?

I WANT ALL THE AVATAR THINGS YOU WILL GIVE ME

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now here is the segment where Iron talks about things she THINKS should exist.

1: the mud bending Polynesian society

2: salt bending. Like, salt is 100% a rock, and rocks are the main thing for earth bending. Maybe saltbending is the thing that half earth kingdom half water tribe kids could have, like how lava bending is for half earth kingdom half fire nation kids.

3: wood bending. Okay so, I agree that like, you should not be able to just bend like, planks. But maybe for specific types of trees that have like, lots of water in them, you could do this. This could be the metal bending equivalent of foggy swamp water bending, where only a very select few can do it, and plant bending is like the ice bending thing where depending on where you grew up you can do one or the other.

4: lightning/blood bending as like a medical thing. Dude both of those could be incredible for surgery’s, like imagine someone’s hearts stopped and instead of a defibrillator, a fire bender just rubs their hands together-“CLEAR”, or extreme surgeries being all done on a full moon so bloodbenders can stop the flow of blood or do make muscles move without having to cut anything.

5: Having non brown/black hair. now, before you say anything, I know it’s based off of Asia. I know that most Asians have brown/black hair bc genetics. But yue made me think of something, what if other spirits bless kids, and they get the other shades of hair. We will never know if her hair was unique to her or if her descendants would’ve had it. So, spirit-blessed kids introducing other hair genes into this world.

#atla #avatar: the last airbender #waterbending #firebending #earthbending #airbending #iron is too obsessed with things

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kaizokupolycule · 2 years

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Sentai Reviews: Kishiryu Sentai Ryusoulger

Going into my rewatch I honestly didn't remember much of Ryusoulger's plot. I rememebered the characters, I remembered how much I loved the ending (Que Boom! Ryusoulger best ending) and I remembered how much I loved its crossover movie with LuPat.

And then I remembered why I didn't remember Ryusoulgers plot all that well. It doesn't have one.

Okay, before I go off on my rant with the negatives of Ryusoulger, because sadly, there is quite a few, I will start out with the positives, and that's the Ryusoulgers themselves.

Ryusoulger has such a wonderful cast of characters, all of who are enjoyable to watch and you find yourself rooting for the whole time. The main three have such a fun dynamic with each other being from the same village and basically growing up and training together, and honestly the siblings have the best relationship and dynamic in the whole show (also Bamba is the best character). Canalo is fun to tease and his relationship with Oto is absolutely precious through and through. Even the non-Ryusoulger characters are entertaining to watch, Ui is a joy every time she's on screen and her dad is equally as entertaining to watch.

But... That doesn't mean every character was perfect. Kleon was honestly the only Villain I somewhat cared about, Wiseru was a kinda close second but even then It didn't really do much. I had no emotional attachment to Master Black because they introduced him truly in like episode 41 and then make his 'grand return' 2 episodes later. And Don't even get me started on Nada. Nada was a great character, but why redeem him only to kill him off literally in the next episode.

I remember watching the solo movie with Sonic and us being like 'wow, this looks nice but the plot feels non-existent at best and messy at work' and that's honestly how the rest of the season felt. There wasn't a real plot or any stakes until the last 8 episode of the season, and some plot points they introduced were never expanded on so when they tried to play those points up from the dramatics near the end it all feel flat.

Ryusoulger's biggest issue was its pacing, because it felt like it was dragging its feet and giving us nothing for about 20 episodes in the middle then remembered it had a story it was supposed to tell and crammed it all into the last 8 episodes of the season. As much as I love the Ryusoulgers as characters, their season was messy, poorly paces and story non existent. The Ryusoulgers shined their best during both of their Crossover Movies (LuPat & Kiramager) because it was in a self contained story and it worked well.

Final Score: 6.5/10

#sentai rinviews #super sentai #kishiryu sentai ryusoulger

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night-crawler08 · 3 months

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Haunted Mansion movie 2023 Rant

You know sometimes you have to watch a fashion analysis video about the new haunted mansion movie to really respark your thoughts about it.

now I’m sure this is a very niche thing, but I don’t care and you WILL be hearing what I have to say about this movie as someone who has been hyperfixated on this silly little ride and it’s lore for the past two-ish years. I’m by no means an expert on it and haven’t watched the movie since it was in the theatres, these are just my opinions but stiiiiilll.

anyways, I’d like to say first that I think the actual mansion part(the most important part of any Haunted Mansion movie) was done well. From *most* of the ghost, to the look outside, and the attic. And the character design and outfits were gorgeous especially Lakeith Stanfield’s character. Also I’m happy with all of the little nods to the ride and imagineers that worked on it! It’s clear the writers knew a lot about the ride and worked with it!

anyway now to the stuff I didn’t like, starting off with the biggest one being the Hatbox Ghost. Look I know there’s no like-main ghost person or focus on the ride, but of all the antagonists you could have chose(which I’m not sure I’m even a fan of the fact that they had a specific one) you chose???the hatbox???ghost????? Don’t get me wrong I know he’s important and all the stuff with his animatronic and history are fascinating, but like-you wanted a specific villain, and you looked at Master Gracey and the Ghost Host and I guess you could even consider Phantom Manor here, and especially you looked at CONSTANCE AND THOUGHT HMMMMM I THINK THE HATBOX GHOST should be the main baddy

CONSTANCE

AND YOU CHOSE HIMMM

Also to add on to that, Jared Leto.

I won’t be elaborating that’s all I need to say.

SPEAKING OF CONSTANCE, she didn’t have enough screentime(okay for her part in the story she was there enough but as a die-hard Constance lover there can NEVER be enough), also once again if you really needed a specific *bad* haunt why not choose her? She’s like the most obvious choice in terms of backstory and she’s like just so cool and scary, you have a perfectly amazing axe wielding bride, AND YOU CHOOSE JARED LETO, she could’ve even had her lore expanded on or delved into, and you could’ve even went into if she had any part in why the Hatbox Ghost is well-headless I would’ve loved to see that touched on(which again isn’t very important I just want more love and attention for my GIRL)

Another thing is our main human cast in this film. I loved the actor choices, and outfits and scenery and everything, but my god was the dialogue and character growth bad-which once again isn’t the most important part in a haunted mansion movie but still it irked me.

with such an amazing cast, you did them sooo dirty. It felt like watching one of those sketches where people are making fun of Marvel movies, like “he’s riiiight behind me isn’t he” type of thing😭 it’s just too light hearted of a thing of what I’d want from a Haunted Mansion movie and too much humor for what it called for, I’m not saying make it dead serious just like use the Disney channel humor in moderation at least.

also the romantic build up for Ben and Harriet was like non-existent I feel like, and while it’s not necessary in my opinion for the romance, I’d still like it to be feeling plausible and for me to root for them in some way, but it’s a modern day Disney movie what should I even expect.

There’s not as much love put into it, and it feels too sterile of a movie than what it could have been, but once again my opinion.

that’s all I’ll say on it for now, maybe I’ll edit it more later but yeah, those are my main grievances with it.

#Haunted mansion #haunted mansion movie #haunted mansion 2023 #Rant #god please don’t take this too seriously #Constance Hatchaway #constance is my bbg please spare her💔

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moinsbienquekaworu · 7 months

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Good morning my beloved (or at least, it is morning for both of us when I am sending this but hopefully you've gotten to sleep in) and I just wanted to say two things:

1) yes I got your asks and I am so hinged right along with you I love your blorbos like they are my own <3

And 2) I can so so relate to your just wanting to be like "normal" girls but knowing in your bones you'd never be able to be like them. That was my whole childhood, both before and after I started socially transitioning, bc it's like,,,,, you (general you) just want so badly to be normal and yet you know you never will be and it hurts, and it's like mourning something you (general you) never lost in the first place, if that makes sense?? And I'm sure you hear this all the time, esp from people older, and so I'm so so sorry to say it again, but it does genuinely get better as you get older, I promise. You may never be a "normal" girl with "normal" interests and capabilities, but like you even said right in your post, yeah your roommates are cool, us tumblr mutuals are cool, and you're learning who you are, and that's amazing and wonderful and you deserve every bit of joy you get from that

The usual disclaimer of I have severe brain fog applies, but also: you really are epic, I promise, and if you ever need anything just lmk, not that I'd be able to do much across the ocean but I almost always can listen, and I love you very much and good luck and everything <33333

Tomas if I hadn't asked for your hand in very serious and legally binding marriage already that would've sealed the deal. Actually let me get the image again because the sentiment is still there in my heart.

Okay I needed to say it. So. In order:

I did sleep in! I love sleeping in. Sleeping in my beloved. I slept in, did my groceries like the adult I am (and I'm eating both fruits & veg's AND candy, god I love just buying my own stuff), took a shower, and ate pizza in front of the two Deadpool movies. Great day, would do again.

1) well they can be your blorbos too for the low low price of uh - actually it's not a low price it's a good like at least dozen hours just for season one of Daredevil, and that's probably shorter than trying the comics. But. Low low price of a dozen hours and some violence on screen. Otherwise I can keep telling you about it in increasingly detailed rants I love doing that also <3 one thing we'll have in our beautiful home once we're very legally bindingly married will be a big box for hinges at the door the way people have shoe racks. You put your hinges in it when you come in because we want the least hinged environment possible. <3 <3

2) yesss I knew you'd get it, former weird girls assemble and such. I guess I'm not fully out of the weird girl woods, but also maybe if you ever were a weird girl she's always inside of you 🤔 anyway. I know it gets better I'm seeing it real time!! I made cooler friends in high school and I'm making even cooler friends in uni & outside of it and keeping only the best. I'm wearing clothes I like after years of slowing replacing my kid wardrobe with long term pieces. I know what I like and how I like it and by that point I know that like, there will always be someone who'll notice me and like me if I'm loud enough about myself.

It's just the combo of weird girl + aro(ace) + some flavour of neurodivergent. I want to be more spontaneous and meet people and try dating things but my brain's need for structure and my impressive aura of non-romanceability are not helping.

Like you want to be normal but you don't want to become normal, you just want to always have been!! Because by this point becoming normal would be both painful but also just straight up impossible. It's like ADHD in that I am mourning this ethereal potential that rationally I know doesn't exist and never existed.

I just feel like I'm both too young to be here but also already late, which of course you're going to feel like that if you compare yourself to others, but y'know. People older than me at the same stage of life are doing more standard normal things and hitting milestones I should be hitting, and my younger cousins are cooler than me and have boyfriends/girlfriends. My younger brother's going to have a better mark on his first real degree and bring someone home earlier than me, and my only accomplishments of speaking english and having gone abroad will be nothing compared to everyone else hitting milestones Better than me somehow. Anyway. The point is comparison sucks because the only good time for me to hit any milestone is when I do it, because I'm living my life and not anyone else's, but y'know. At least I think most people that actually matter in my life think I'm cool so eh.

WELL. Thank you for the space to be unhinged about many various things. I think you're biased in thinking I'm epic but since I'm getting a good grade in friend I'll take it honestly. You're also epic, I give you a 20/20 in friend and a ring that both is practical so you can wear it even while doing manual tasks and elegant because you are of course worth it. I hope YOU have a good day when you read this (because you're probably asleep/preparing for Morpheus so you should see this in the morning) and I love yoouu <3 <3 <3

#audio/video call whenever you want i have a webcam now!!#thank you so so much for the nice words i already know in my brain what's going on #but it's nice to have someone validate what's going on #wow i have an asks tag now

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fdrsamericanflagduckfloaty · 8 months

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hi here's a rant about NATM/TA/real person tagging for a second because it hurts me when people don't tag right

Okay literally nobody else cares but, so, if you've ever explored character tags you know there may be one character name across different fandoms/games/movies/shows/books etc.

And one tag I keep going through is the (this is embarrassing) TR tag because I need my serotonin. Now, there's two different tags for him. Just two.

"Theodore "Teddy" Roosevelt Jr."

and

"Theodore Roosevelt (Night at The Museum)"

Now my MAIN problem is these two tags are often intertwined across three different sections.

The Alienist, a show from 2018 based around murders of young boys in NYC, but also a book (Show originated from book) by Caleb Carr.

Night at The Museum, 1-4 (or 1-3 if you deny 4 exists), a movie series of exhibits coming to life at night.

and history, like, real history, Political RPF / Historical RPF / 20/21/19th century RPF. Don't ask why it's not in order.

And the problem stems from the NaTM section.

The "Theodore Roosevelt (Night at The Museum)" tag has 286 works. 281 are NaTM fics. Now it says there's multiple in Until Dawn and Harry Potter and shit but like that's not even true so we'll ignore that.

The "Theodore "Teddy" Roosevelt Jr." tag has 451 works. However, that includes The Alienist and Newsies and any other misc. fandoms. However, the first result I get is a NaTM fic which is also grouped in the (Night at The Museum) tag version. This could be an AO3 system problem, but my next point proves it isn't always.

I see a lot of fics, whether it be The Alienist or NaTM or not, tag him as just Teddy Roosevelt. Well the problem there is it's going to redirect you to the "Theodore Roosevelt (Night at The Museum)" tag and not "Theodore "Teddy" Roosevelt Jr.". I can imagine it's because the NaTM tag is frequently "Teddy Roosevelt (Night at The Museum)" instead.

But at the same time, a lot of The Alienist fics tag him as Teddy Roosevelt as well. That, again, leads you to the NaTM tag instead. I know this bc I just did it but if you need screenshots lemme know and I'll reblog w/ screenshots but just be specific of what you want.

But as I looked, the subtag section is the NaTM tag. That means that tag is grouped into the non-NaTM tag almost automatically. BUT that doesn't explain why there's more NaTM fics in the non-NaTM tag than there is in the NaTM tag.

For my NaTM fics, I tag it as "Theodore Roosevelt (Night at The Museum)". That's because I don't want to come across my OWN fics immediately while searching. Now, it's going to happen, obviously, subtags-parent-tags are the same thing virtually, subtags derive from parent-tags (at least I'm assuming). But some fics are just tagged as "Theodore "Teddy" Roosevelt Jr." and it genuinely confuses me on why the NaTM tag isn't the one used.

Here's the parent-tags section for the IRL tag:

As you can see it's The Alienist, Newsies, CE RPF, and... that's it. Not Night at The Museum.

The subtag category, however:

Now, when you go into "Theodore Roosevelt (Night at The Museum)" and open up the tag-relation section, you see this in the Parent tags:

So you absolutely CAN'T tell me they're grouped into the exact same tag as a parent tag because they aren't.

I think this is really just a mix of author-tagging and AO3-system-tagging, but, as a last piece, whenever you write NaTM fic and he's in it, please, do THIS:

and NOT this:

Because not only is it the right tagging and helps not fuck with the system, but it's incredibly helpful to me.

And if you write The Alienist fanfiction and he's present, yes, PRESENT, because there's fics without his tag that have him in it, or fics with him in it that DON'T have his tag, then use the second tag above, the "Theodore "Teddy" Roosevelt Jr." tag, NOT the NaTM tag, OR "Teddy Roosevelt".

"Teddy Roosevelt" once again refers to "Theodore Roosevelt (Night at The Museum)" and NOT "Theodore "Teddy" Roosevelt Jr.".

Also just a side-note: the "Theodore Roosevelt Jr. (1887-1944)" tag is Ted Jr., TR's eldest son, hgjjn he had a tag but it had no works but now the only work in there is mine. So if you see it pop up and you're hella confused then that's why. Now it actually has a work and isn't an empty tag cause wtf was that for

So uh yeah that's it thanks for coming to my TEDDYTalk

#rant #im so sorry that this is so long and so hyperspecific #i just. it. bugged me and i pay too much attention to that.#i pay attention and study random shit NOBODY else cares about I'm sorry #theodore roosevelt #bc hes the entire topic tf

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