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simp-ly-writes · 5 months

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A Shadow Company Visit (pt.2)

PSA: This can be read as a standalone; yet it is recommended that you read pt.1 before (linked below).

Pairing: Commander Philip Graves x Reader & Shadow Soldiers

Summary: Whats days are like when you are visiting the shadows (and their commander) on base, and the occasional off-base mission.

Warnings: 1000+ words, a bit of overprotective themes, mentions of anxiety and children, hinted behind-the-scenes death and jealousy, light teasing.

A/N: I thought I only had a few extra thoughts tailing on... yet they kept on coming... and here we are! a bit of a different format as well, tell me if you like this format more :)

Masterlist | Taglist | edited.

A Shadow Company Visit Series (pt.1) (pt.2) (pt.3) (pt.4) you are here

↳ After the whole gate incident, all the Shadows are a bit nervous too approach you in fear of their commander telling them off (though later on this will become true if you spend a bit too much time with them...)

↳ You start coming on to base more often and they start to become more used to your presence; seeing you eating with them, helping others to complete their work, calming down their commander, talking to everyone the same from superiors and senators to British visitor and a new recruit (you become more confident navigating the busy base as well)

↳ Philip almost assumes that you will show-up most days now, expecting you in his arms while planning the next mission, on his lap within his office as he files paperwork. You stand just behind him, hands brushing against one another as he orders the Shadows around in the morning during PT, training the new recruits and talks with department heads (they all are thankful of your presence as well)

↳ You end up having a smaller office station within his own that you work out of on your "at-home" days from your separate job, bright yellow sticky-notes cover the surface with small notes and doodles they sometimes find their way outside the office. Atop the desk also sits a mug filled with various pens that often get stolen for a very certain someone sharing the space...

↳ Anyways! You often bring baked treats for them all that are later served in the cafeteria (and carry lollipops and other sweets in your bag for kind and helpful Shadows). Other Shadows brag to one another, like receiving a metal of honour, a golden star sticker by receiving one of your treats

↳ You join them in the obstacle course, yelling words of encouragement as other Shadow groups move through, and patch up their small cuts and bruises on a nearby bench with coloured band-aid of course! (they stick out like a sore-thumb against the black uniforms and Graves nearly digs his head in while seeing how many Shadows wear the dang plasters; he does not have the heart to tell you no though)

↳ Graves does draw the line at you kissing their cheeks, those are reserved for him alone and he lets that be known as you are called into his office one day; the Shadows teasing your fading form from the field as you turn around and give them all the bird while shaking your head; blushing slightly

↳ They all do come and look for you afterwards, just to make sure that you are alright, some even apologizing while looking down at their combat boots, you can't help but accept when they act like a puppy with theirs tails tucked between their legs; wide eyes pleading for forgiveness

↳ The more time you hang out with the Shadows the more they see you like a mother (with Graves as the father, of course).

↳ "Yup, Yup Ma'am/Sir" is always echoed after as they look up at you with bright eyes; holding on to your every word

↳ When Laswell and 141 come back for another joint mission; they are all a bit freaked out over how protective everyone on base has become of you... Shadows glaring at the group as if afraid that they were going to take you away from them.... You wave a hand in their face and laugh, explaining that you all have a connection to one another now, mom and dad more together in business

↳ They nod theirs heads still a bit concerned and confused as they follow you into a new hanger you were designing, a few Shadows watch over you as you give the tour; just to be extra safe

↳ These Shadows soon get told off back to work at there stations os your partner comes over and takes their place by your side, once again he walks with the group with his hand on the small of your back

↳ On the very slim, almost impossible chance that Graves allows you to join him and his Shadows on an off-base mission; the soldiers are always in your moving shadow; guarding your every step, watching your every move. It feels slightly overwhelming at first yet you know that your partner sent them with good intentions- to keep you safe and the Shadows definitely agreed with these protective measures

↳ Most of the time through when they are off on missions, you are kept on home-base, headset dialed in to their radios as you listen to your partner give orders, you find it hard concentrating on anything else

↳ It becomes extra hard to listen to the stories of their travels as you watch their commander move and congratulate them all for a successful mission; smacking the tops of their helmets, rubbing a shoulder, patting a knee while in his full kit; decked out to the nines in all black- your throat becoming dry and your cheeks heat up while looking upon his dishevelled hair as he removes the helmet- giving you a wink in the process

↳ Some Shadows hoot and holler at this noticeable interaction while others groan and complain to be silence by a Graves Glare TM

↳ You had made sure to prepare extra good food and snacks for them all once they return, heaven forbid someone does not... you grieve hard for the next few weeks as both commander and shadows panic at your distressed state

↳ Yet as time moves on, they find various ways of cheering you up, Shadows surprise you with your favorite coffee that their commander mentioned once while on deployment, listen to you rant about your other job and you receive small sticky-notes of kind words and pictures that you don't remember leaving on your desk before

↳ You end up always wearing the Shadow Company patch somewhere on your person, from a cap, to a borrowed jacket or bottoms; feeling a sense of comfort while wearing the patch. You have all these pieces of miss-matched uniforms that Graves loves seeing you in- pride flowing through his chest and upwards to the curves of his smile while looking down at your form

↳ The Shadows love how invested you are in each one of them, now if you do not show up one day... or don't end up showing up for months; they becoming a little extra restless, reckless on missions and during training, alongside start asking way too many questions to their commander about you that Graves eventually snaps

↳ Addressing the crowd he tells them that you both are planning to have a child together...

╰┈➤ A/N: Hope you all enjoyed reading this as much as I did writing it, never had so much fun writing something recently than I did this.

A Shadow Company Visit Series (pt.1) (pt.2) (pt.3) (pt.4) you are here

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ladyrowrites · 2 months

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Promise Part 3

A/N: I just want to say, I freaking love Utahime right now!

Pairings: Gojo x Afab reader

Warning: Lots of angst and swearing, Mentions of cheating/alcohol, some degrading tones, Suicide and lots of death threats, MDNI!!!!

Wordcount: 7k+

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Chapter 3: Aftermath - The Spiraling

2 months later

Everything happened so fast as you busied yourself, moving on? After that drink at Utahime’s house, you wallowed in alcohol for about 3 more days and decided you need to get on your list.

Cut your hair (CHECK)

Quitting work. (Well not really because they relocated you to the place you were going and just by chance, Hawaii was one of them–CHECK)

Moving to a new place (CHECK)

You were sitting in a coffee shop that was near your new home and just doing some work when you saw a familiar face. No, he would not be here. But that bun and the peeking side hair… You both saw each other, confused at first but he smiled at you and went to your table.

“Suguru? What are you doing here?” You said surprisingly. This is so unexpected and of all places? What the fuck, universe?!

“Hey, mind if I sit here?” as he put his coffee down and sat. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” He laughs softly.

“Uhm, no, I’m just really surprised.” You replied slowly.

“I just landed a few hours ago and had a client meeting. They wanted a vacation home near the ocean and you know how good I am at my job so they chose me to be their architect.” He said matter of factly, “So….this is where you went huh?” He was tiptoeing when he said that. Being careful not to hurt you or anything.

“Uh yeah.” Was all you said. You didn’t want anyone knowing where your new residence is except for your very close friends. Not even your parents or brother or any of your family members knew where you were. After canceling the wedding, everyone in your family except your brother was disappointed in you, especially your dad. He told you guys do that sort of thing every now and then and should have forgiven him. Your relatives were making side comments on how it was your fault he cheated. You were so done with everyone so you deleted all your social media accounts and changed your phone number. Only Utahime, Mei-Mei, Yuki, and Miwa know your new information. Now that Suguru found you, you were nervous as hell because you’ve been under the radar and you don’t want your peace disturbed again.

Suguru read your mind and said, “Don’t worry, I won’t tell him.”

You looked confused, “Really? Why you guys fought or something?”

“Uh you can say that.” You looked more confused and gave him the side eye so Suguru laughed, “What? Best friends fight too you know? And also, let’s just get this straight, I didn’t like what he did to you. I was..” He looked at you deep in your eyes… you look so tired he thought, “Really disappointed at him.”

You just gave him a half-hearted smile. Of course, he pities you, everyone does. You eyed him suspiciously, “So you really just met me here by coincidence?”

“Yeah, I’m not stalking you. Why would I? Hmm? Except you wanted me to find you?” While crossing his arms. You just laughed softly at him. Hm, that genuine laugh has been a while.

“Fine, whatever.” You rolled your eyes at him.

He smirked at you, "By the way, love your new hair." You just tsked at him and went back to your work.

Since this surprising meeting, you have been seeing Suguru in the same coffee shop atleast 4x a week in the last 2 weeks. You talk about work and how you are adjusting to your life here. He said he’ll be going to Japan the next day but he’ll come back soon again to oversee his new architectural project.

“You know, I’m going to miss talking to you and your eye bags.” He jokingly mocked you.

“Miss me? I’m so boring to talk to and yah! My eye bags are my badge of honour.” You rolled your eyes again at him for the 5th time that day. If you’re being honest with yourself, you have been looking forward to your coffee shop visits. Suguru has been kind of like a fresh breath for the past 2 excruciatingly painful months. He tries his best to avoid talking about anything related to your ex-fiance and you’re thankful for that because you don’t know how much anymore you can handle.

The only thing keeping you afloat for life right now is work and after that you always try to go to the beach for walks and see the beautiful sunset. One time, you took Suguru on one of your walks by the beach because he insisted on dinner (He noticed you lost a lot of weight) but you have no appetite for anything so you convince him to watch the sunset instead. You both sat quietly while the wind was humming gently. He saw tears on your face but you wiped it quickly with your right hand. This must be what you were doing every late afternoon he thought. He wished he punched his best friend harder.

As it is the 2nd week of summer, you and your closest friends always had the tradition of going away for a week to do something together or even nothing. Just to hang out and catch up. This year, of course, they went to your new house to help you get more settled. There’s so many things you still need to buy for your new house and it was just kind of overwhelming for you so you only had the basics for now.

You couldn’t thank them enough as they helped you while you were settling here. Miwa was in charge of helping you find a house right away especially when all you said was just near the ocean. It was your only criteria. Mei-Mei was in charge of getting your car from your ex-fiance’s place and selling it. It wasn’t an easy task but it was a fit for Mei-Mei as Gojo pleaded to know where you are but all she replied was, “And do what? Break her heart some more, slut?” And drove off to the buyer. She was also helping Yuki cancel all your wedding plans. Yuki was able to get all your deposit from the catering and flower shop, thanks to her charms, which helped a ton because you sure needed the extra money.

Utahime was tasked with the hardest one. Your wedding dress. They called you as it was half done and they needed you to do fitting again for some adjustments. She volunteered to get your dress from the shop and the only thing you told her was, “Burn it for all I care.”

The last thing you texted your ex-fiance was, “I’m cancelling all the wasted wedding plans you fucked up. The only thing I need from you is to handle the wedding venue since you paid for it.”

And now you are here, making a small fire with your friends in your front yard, the beach. They said they wanted smores but, Utahime had another plans. She presented you your wedding gown. Holy shit. This was supposed to be your “dress”. The “dress” you were supposed to say yes to forever. It was an ethereal and airy look with lace tube on the top with cute puffy sleeves and silk flowing fabric bottom but there were still missing pieces on it. You were going to have a beach wedding in Bali but that was all in the past.

“I thought you threw them out.” You said tiredly while running your hands on your hair. They were all looking at you excitedly tho and you were just frustrated, yet again. Utahime just raised her eyebrows at you and smirked. All of your friends' hands were clasped together and looked at you, hoping you’re understanding what's about to happen.

You put your hands on your mouth, “Oh no… No… Are you guys?”

“OH YES!” They all said in unison

“BABY, LET IT FUCKING BURN!!!!!” Utahime yells, she hands you the dress, you looked at it sighing thinking the what ifs and how happy he would see you in this dress but your friends snapped you back to reality, “Girl do the fucking honour!” Mei-Mei nudges you.

Miwa plays ‘Burn by Usher’ and they all said, “Speech!”

You were caressing your dress and tears were spilling out yet again, but you cleared your throat and started singing the song played because there were no words left to say.

'I think that you should let it burn

When your feeling ain't the same and your body don't want to

But you know, gotta let it go 'cause the party ain't

Jumpin' like it used to, even though this might bruise you (No, no)

Let it burn, let it burn, gotta let it burn'

With each song lyrics, you slowly let your wedding dress go and watched it all engulfed in flames. They sang with you wholeheartedly. You all watched as your wedding dress turned to ash. You were also hoping your feelings for him would turn to ashes.

You excused yourself and told them that you were just going to grab more drinks. While you were in the kitchen, you heard a loud ping from your laptop. You forgot to turn off your work email and since you’re on vacation, you were going to turn it off when you saw who it was from.

To: y/n’s email address

From: [email protected]

Hey Y/N,

Hmm? I don’t know how to introduce myself… This is the circumstance I never wanted to be in but alas here we are. I’m the woman that Satoru slept with. I will not say sorry because I wanted it to happen and I knew he wanted it to happen too. He kept saying he will break up with you but he was taking so long so I just had to do something you know?

Anyway, we are pregnant. I don’t know why I am saying this to you but I kinda felt I have to? He said he didn’t want to be responsible for this but he has to.. So I’m emailing you to ask for your help because you know him best? Please? I don’t want my child to be fatherless. Please, don’t put this to your conscience….

Soon to be mom,

Anika

FUCK!

You began smashing all your glasses/plates, everything your hand falls to and all your friends heard, good thing the fire has been out, and they all ran to you worriedly.

“What happened, are you okay?” Utahime was the first one to get to you. You began wailing again and cursing at him. Miwa put her hands on her mouth, “Oh my fucking god.” And pointed at the email.

Yuki began reading it out aloud. Mei-Mei started cursing with you, “That's it! I will go back to Japan tonight and fucking kill that bitch whore mother fucker!!!!”

Utahime was just hugging you until you fell to the floor. Just when you were about to forget, it all comes crashing back to you. MAKE IT STOP! SOMEONE MAKE IT STOP, PLEASE!

Needless to say, this night was full of alcohol, swearing, death threats from all your friends to your assshole ex-fiancé and his slut. You were just quiet the whole night, done with everything. The fucking gall and audacity of that woman. TO ASK YOU FOR YOUR HELP TO GET YOUR EX-FIANCE TO—- UGH! You couldn’t even. What the fuck was happening? You were trying to get away from him, from all the toxicity but why was life still dragging him back to you?

Your friends were all drunk and passed out in your living room and you were the last woman standing. Your alcohol tolerance upped for sure from all the “numbing” you have been doing.

It’s 6am in the morning and the sun is shining brightly at your house as it is mostly windows facing the beach. You decided to stand up even though you were hazy from all the drinking. You went to the beach and your body started going in the water. You felt numb and lifeless as you walked down the sand. You just wanted this pain to end. ENOUGH WAS ENOUGH! There were no tears left and no words were enough to be said. Your heart wanted to sink and stop. You looked at how the water was so blue and clear - fuck, it reminds you of his eyes. You wanted to drown again – to look deeply in his cerulean eyes one more time so you began to walk more, away from the shore. Until water covers all of you. Your body slowly sinks and your eyes close steadily, trying to listen to your heart beat but it won’t start anymore.

Utahime woke up from the sun being in her eyes, she slowly opened them. She got up and began to look for you, “Y/N?” Y/N?” She searched in your room, bathroom, and even in your backyard, but you weren’t there.

She started to panic and she woke up all your friends. They all started to look for you when they had a realization that you might be in the ocean... No, you would not! They all looked at each other with their horrid faces and ran for their lives towards the beach.

As Yuki and Utahime were good swimmers, they both looked for you underwater while Miwa called 911 and Mei-Mei was on stand by to give you CPR. They were losing their shit when Yuki and Utahime came up from underwater and signaled not here. Their bodies start to go underwater again, desperate to find you.

Utahime’s eyes were clouded from crying but she has to find you. SHE HAS TO! She wouldn’t know what to do if something happens to you. She then decides the moment she finds you and you are safe. She is going to kill Gojo Satoru!!

Yuki was waving signals to Utahime saying she’s found you. Utahime swam so fast near her. You were there. Laying by the rock like you’re completely lifeless. SHIT! SHIT!!! PLEASE UNIVERSE!!!!!! NOT MY BEST FRIEND!

They immediately grabbed you and you all came up from the ocean. Miwa and Mei-Mei were holding their breath and when they both saw you with Utahime and Yuki, they were both relieved – crying and hugging. The paramedics were quick to help you three and one of them started to perform CPR. They were all crying and praying to every God that you’re okay. One of the paramedics said to Utahime and Yuki that they did good by finding you right away.

When you started coughing and opening your eyes, all your friends celebrated that you’re alive. They all looked at you hopeful and you just slowly nodded at them, conveying with your eyes that you’re sorry and you’re alive. Utahime lost her balance and started bawling, “I thought I lost you.” Yuki went to her side to hug her.

The paramedics said it’s better to take you to the hospital to check if everything is good with you. You nodded and Mei-Mei and Miwa said that they are going to be with you in the ambulance car but only one is allowed so Mei-Mei said she will go. Miwa said she will just Uber then. Yuki and Utahime will be there after changing.

“Come on, let’s go ‘Hime, Mei texted me, she’s in room 508.” While hurrying up to get Uber.

“No, I’ll be going to Japan. Promise me, you’ll take care of her ‘kay? I won’t be long.”

“What? Why are you going back? Enough of that, let’s just go now to the hospital!”

“No, Yuki, I have a business to finish with Gojo Satoru.” And with that Utahime left on the first flight going back.

GOJO’S LOFT – 10:15pm

Gojo was hanging out with Yuta, Nanami, Shoko, Sukuna, Choso, Todo, and surprisingly Suguru was there. Suguru was actually just forced to come by Shoko and also his friends hadn't seen him after that fun conversation with Gojo so he had no choice but to see them.

They were just drinking and playing Poker with bets.

“HAH I win you fucking fools!” Sukuna celebrates while taking everyone’s money.

“No you fucking cheat–!” Gojo taunts.

BAAAAG! BAAAAG! BAAAAAG! LOUD BANG FROM THE DOOR.

“Are you expecting anyone else?” Choso asks, Gojo shakes his head.

“GOJO SATORU!!!!!” Shoko and Nanami looked at each other and stood up fast. They went together to open the door, “WHERE IS HE??? WHERE’S THAT MOTHER FUCKING MURDERER?”

Nanami was holding off Utahime in her back.

“Utahime? What are you doing here? I thought you’re on vacation?” Todo comments.

“YEAH I WAS! AND NOW IT TURNED TO FUCKING HELL!” Then she points to Gojo, “BECAUSE OF YOU MURDERER!!!!”

“Woah, woah, you gotta chill.” Sukuna intervenes

Gojo was just looking at her stunned. Murderer? What did I do? He thought.

Suguru looks at her worriedly. What the hell is happening?

Utahime was shaking while bawling, “You fucking bring back my best friend!!!!!” She was trying to escape from Nanami’s arm and when she finally did, she went straight to Gojo and grabbed his shirt so aggressively and slapped him so hard that her hands were marked on his face.

Now Sukuna and Choso were trying to hold her back, “YOU FUCKING BRING BACK Y/N!!!! SHE’S LIFELESS!! SHE’S NOT HERSELF! DAMMIT! SHE DOESN’T EVEN LAUGH OR SMILE ANYMORE!! MY BEST FRIEND!!! WHO HAS SO FULL OF LIFE! SHE USED TO BE A HAPPY AND BUBBLY PERSON!!! YOU FUCKING BROKE HER!!! HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO HER? ALL SHE DID WAS LOVE YOU!!!” She began to kick Gojo, “YOU FUCKING FIX HER!!!!!! I DON'T FUCKING CARE HOW YOU DO IT! BUT YOU FIX HER!!! YOU…” She was losing strength and she slid slowly to the ground.

All Gojo could do was cry silently and look at her. Everyone was just shocked at what was happening.

In between sobs, Utahime told everyone what transpired and how you tried to take your own life and that’s how Gojo became a murderer in her eyes. Shoko was crying and started to apologize and hug Utahime. Suguru also came close to Utahime and asked him where you are and if you are safe.

Utahime nodded and told everyone that you are safe now. Nanami gave Utahime a glass of water to calm her down but when she received it, she got up and dumped the water to Gojo, “YOU FUCKING MAN UP!!!! FIX THIS!!! HAVE YOUR FUCKING SLUT STOP BOTHERING Y/N!!!!! UGH! I CAN FUCKING BURY YOU RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW!” While running her hands in her face and turning it to a fist, she's really holding back. So fucking hard, trying to hold back for her best friend.

Gojo could not even begin to process – you tried to? No, you? He was so ashamed of what he’s done. He doesn’t know what to do first.

“It was all a lie. All that bitch said. It’s a lie!” Gojo stands up and shakes Utahime. She slaps his hands and says, “I don’t care if it’s a lie or not! FUCKING FIX IT!!!!!!” And proceeds to slap his face AGAIN.

Utahime walks out while Suguru and Shoko tails behind her. All they heard was a loud crash when Gojo flipped the table and all its contents came flying and broken.

Utahime didn’t even care what he felt. She did her business and is now going back to you. If you couldn’t do the revenge yourself, she will do it for you because what are best friends for?

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I hope all of you have an Utahime as your best friend <3

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libraryofloveletters · 2 years

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Family Secrets

Charles Leclerc x Fem!Reader

Warnings: dad!Charles, dad!Carlos and dad!Pierre all in one!!, mentions of pregnancy, the Leclerc children are a headache and a half, alcohol and the consumption of, a singular mention of drugs, a very old fashioned way of thinking from Charles’ end, a few swear words, one big happy family.

Word Count: 3.9k

Author’s Note: thank you to the anons that sent in these asks, this one is for you guys!! thank you to @timetoracewrites for letting me use sofia in here!!

Daddy & Me + Three Masterlist // based on these asks -- one // two // three // four // five

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You two had been incredibly blessed your entire lives; you had fallen in love at a young age and got married, you had been fortunate enough to be able to travel the world with your husband, Charles, watching him do what he loved and you were still were able to keep up with your writing, number one seller after the other.

The first time you got pregnant, it wasn’t planned. Twins in the first go. Your family of two quickly became a family of 4; the two boys making their appearance after a long yet short nine months.

Gabriel Hervé Leclerc was the older of the boys, born a whopping 12 minutes before his twin, Christopher Jules Leclerc.

They were troublemakers from the day they were born; they had their father’s eyes, his dimples and smile.

The family of 4 remained 4 for another 2 years before you found out you were pregnant again. This time you had a baby girl; Eloise Marie Leclerc.

She too bared great resemblance to her father; the only thing was she has your eyes but his dimples prominent on her little cheeks, her fair skin identical to her father's. As she got older, you quickly learned that she turned tomato red in the sun like her daddy.

Even though she was the youngest of the 3 children, she had her brothers (and her father) wrapped around her little finger from day one.

The kids didn’t stay little forever, you basked in the memories but now they were all grown up. The boys were 19 and your baby girl turned 17 last month.

You and Eloise were at the nail salon, a regular Friday for the Leclerc women. Pascale usually joins you two, the gossip overflowing between you 3 but she wasn’t able to join you guys today.

Charles was taking you to an event tonight, some F1 gala that required his presence for a few hours to give out an award.

You were showing your daughter a colour, asking her which one she liked between but she waved you off, “blue, mom.” She answers, her eyes glued to the phone sitting on her thigh as the woman worked on her left hand.

“Who’s texting you that you’re so busy you can’t even look up?”

Eloise looks over at you, her cheeks red. “Anthony.”

You racked your brain -- Anthony ? Who the hell was Anthony? It was like the light bulb turned on when you looked over at her again, a smile on your own face.

“Anthony as in, Anthony Gasly ?”

Anthony was Pierre’s son; named Anthony in honour of Anthonie.

He was a year older than Eloise and he was his father’s twin. The carbon copy of Pierre down to the facial structure and piercing blue eyes, deviously handsome and a troublemaker in his own right. He reminded you so much of Pierre when he was younger, you can see why Eloise fell for him.

She nodded, looking away sheepishly as the woman filed her nail down. “Are you two.. seeing each other?” You ask, finally settling on the darker shade of the blue.

“I mean.. I guess ? It’s not official or anything, but please don’t tell dad. He’d freak, you know how he is.” She looks over at you, seriousness all over her face.

“You think I'm crazy ? Your secret is safe with me.” You tell her with a smile.

At home, the Leclerc men were tasked with building a bookshelf for you. The shelf was in pieces on the floor, 3 beers sat between the pieces. “We're never going to finish this before mama comes home.” Christopher lays back flat on the floor.

“You’ve got no faith,” Gabriel tells his brother, sipping on his beer. Charles nods in agreement with his son, clinking his bottle against his.

Charles’ bottle was empty, he gets up to go throw it out in the kitchen when the phone on the counter starts to ring. He turns it over to see it’s Sofia, a little red heart next to her name and a photo of Christopher and Sofia in his Ferrari. He answers the call.

“Hi baby!” She beams, expecting Christopher.

“Hi sweetheart,” Charles answers, she gasps. “Uncle Charles! I’m so sorry,” she giggled, making him smile.

Charles has known Sofia since she was a baby. She was born the same year as the boys, Carlos beyond proud of his baby girl. Carlos didn’t care about the titles or the wins, she was his greatest accomplishment and he told anybody who would listen.

“It's okay, Christopher is trying to build a bookshelf and he left his phone in the kitchen.”

“Oh, could I speak to him if he's not too busy ? He can call me back in a bit if that's better.”

“No, no. I’ll take the phone to him, hold on darling.” Charles tells the girl, walking back to the living room to hand the phone to Christopher. “It’s Sof,” he watches his son get up and take the phone, walking out the room.

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Your heels clicked on the stairs, Charles was waiting at the bottom of the stairs for you. It reminded you of when he took you to prom.

The two of you were all but 18 years old, of course Charles was already in F2 and wasn't really set up for the prom thing but he was there, waiting at the bottom of the stairs in your parents’ house for you.

“Tu es magnifique, mon amour.” He smiled, his hand out for you. (you are beautiful, my love.)

“Merci,” you kissed his cheek when you stepped down the final step.

The 3 kids were in the kitchen, the two of you walking in hand in hand. A round of cheers and whistles from your sons when they see you.

“Go mama!” Christopher shouts, “Give us a twirl,” Gabriel says, and you do. They grinned at you. “You look nice,” Christopher tells you.

“Thank you baby.”

Eloise was bickering with her father about how, at his grown age, does he not know how to tie a tie. She fixed the tie and straightened it, brushing off his blazer.

“You three, behave. No parties, no drinking and no fires.” Charles warns the kids.

“What about-” Gabriel starts but you cut him off. “No drugs either.” You smile at him, making him laugh. He has a talent for finding a loophole and then telling you didn’t specify it. The kids agree to the terms, bidding you farewell and shutting the door behind you.

The two of you get into the Ferrari, Charles’s prized possession.

No matter how much time passes, the rumble of the engine was one of your favourite sounds in the world. Charles glances over at you, smiling as his hand cups your cheek.

“Always does it hm?”

“Always.” You kiss the palm of his hand.

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The driveway was dark, 2 of 3 of the cars are still parked in the driveway.

You see Eloise’s car which is enough for you because the boys were old enough to be wandering the streets after midnight but you knew even if you were okay with it, Charles was not okay with his baby girl being out so late.

Charles’s hand is in yours when you two step into the house. The entry way was long, so the kids probably hadn’t heard you two come in. You slip your heels off, sighing at the relief. Your husband hangs his blazer on the coat rack as he unbuttons the sleeves and rolls them up.

Your eyes fixed on him, unconsciously biting down on your bottom lip.

“You okay baby?” Charles asks, the smirk playing on his lips tells you he’s got a wicked idea tumbling around that brain of his.

“Hm yeah,” you smile, resting a hand on his chest as you kiss him. The two of you walk down the long hallway to the living room where you come to a halt when Charles spots the two people on the couch.

Your daughter - his baby girl - sat on the lap of some guy, his hands on her ass as they made out.

Now you knew who this mystery guy was but Charles didn’t. Before you could pull him away, Charles starts shouting, startling the two of them. Eloise gets off the guy’s lap, her eyes wide and the guy doesn’t turn but he keeps looking at the young girl, too scared to turn.

You watch the scene unfold, your husband rounding the couch only for his eyes to look like they’re going to fall out of his head.

“Anthony ?! What the fuck is going on here?!” He looks between the two of them.

Charles never swore around the kids, at least he tried his best not too. Frankly, he barely swore as is; he often blamed you for the kids and their filthy language.

Your lips pull together, trying not to laugh at the look on Charles’ face. “Honey, please calm down.” You call to him, rounding the couch to grab his hand and pull him further away from Anthony. “Remember, we were young once too.” You whisper to him.

“That’s different, that's my daughter, amour.” Charles grumbles, looking at you.

“Double standard baby, I’m someone’s daughter too.” You remind him- his mind running back to the time your father walked in on you two in bed, you both got the lecture of your lifetime from your father and his.

“Sorry,” Anthony stands, “I’ll just-” he points to the door and goes to move but Charles glares at him.

“Sit.” and now he's sat.

“Papa, come on,” Eloise pleads to her father, grabbing his arm. “Don’t freak out on him, it was my idea.” She tries to pass the blame off her boyfriend but it wasn't working.

“Hard to believe that, baby girl.” His hand cupped the young girl’s face.

Even in moments of anger, she was still his precious baby girl. Her pretty eyes staring back at him, reminding him so much of you and then he remembers why you’re all standing there.

Charles reaches for his phone, holding it to his ear after dialling someone. “Who’re you calling ?” You ask him.

“Pierre.”

Anthony’s face drops, the poor boy looked like he was going to be sick. You leave them in the living room, getting a glass of water for the boy before returning.

Sat on the couch next to Anthony, you rub his back as he sips the water nervously. You had watched Anthony grow up, he was harmless. It was hard for your motherly intuition not to kick in when he looked so worried. Eloise was pleading to her father all while he was on the phone with Pierre, all 3 of them speaking in French at the moment.

Eloise is still clinging to her father’s arm, he's by the stairs shouting for the two older boys.

You turn to Anthony, “are you alright ?” you whisper to him. He nods, “dad’s going to kill me.”

“Please, your father is harmless. Trust me,” you smile at the boy, settling his nerves just a touch.

You get up when you hear the footsteps on the stairs, expecting Christopher and Gabriel but you were met with Christopher and Sofia. You pry Eloise from Charles’ arm, sending her to go sit with Anthony as you watch the two kids come down from what you can assume was Christopher’s bedroom.

“Hi auntie y/n, Hi uncle Charles!” Sofia stepped past Christopher to hug you and then Charles.

“Hi Sof, I didn’t know you were here.” Charles smiles at the girl and she smiles back at him.

She had her father’s smile and Carlos’s big brown eyes to match hers. She was similar to her father in so many ways; she wore her heart on her sleeve as he did but if you upset her, you'd be the first to know unlike Carlos who kept quiet, you always thought she took that part from her mother. She stood tall, her tan skin glowing under the white lights in the house.

“Are you staying over?” Charles asks her as she returns to Christopher, the boy wrapping his arm around her. It was beyond clear that they were dating and Charles knew.

Oh, you two were going to go up the road for that one.

“Oh no, dad is coming to get me. My grandparents are coming over for lunch tomorrow.”

You watch them, your brows furrowed. Sofia and Christopher had always been close and everyone teased them about how they'd fall in love, it was basically destiny.

You never actually thought it would happen.

“Mom,” Christopher called for you, “Sofia and I are-” “Dating, clearly.” You hum, smiling. “Welcome to the madness, darling.” You smiled at the girl.

“If you two are home, that means Gabriel is out, no?” You ask Christopher who nods.

On cue, as if you summoned him, Gabriel walked down the hallway. “Oh Chris, mate!” Your oldest laughed to himself, calling for his brother as he twirled his car keys on his fingers. “Date was smokin’ hot- hi mom.” The boy stops, smiling sheepishly at you.

“No, go on,” you waited, arms folded. “Tell me about this date.” You ask, eyeing the faint red lipstick on his lips, jaw and neck.

“Lovely girl,” he smiles, “very respectable.”

“Respectable enough to let you fuck her on the first date ?” You ask and Charles’s head whipped around so fast he definitely gave himself whiplash.

“What ?” All three of the Leclerc boys asked at the same time.

“What, what ? The boys can sneak their girlfriends in,” you look at Christopher, “come home covered in lipstick,” you glance at Gabriel, “but Eloise can’t have a boyfriend ?” You look over at your husband.

“Honey, it's not the same.”

“Not the same how? Because she’s your daughter ?”

“Exactly.” Charles nods.

You groan, “that's such a fucking double standard, Charles!” you stormed off to the kitchen, the man following after you.

Gabriel looks away from his parents’ direction to his brother on the step. “Eloise has a boyfriend ?” he asks, shocked.

Christopher nods towards the couch, their little sister resting her head on Anthony’s shoulder. “Huh.” Gabriel says.

“I think they’re cute, if I do say so.” Sofia butts in, making the twin boys chuckle.

Pierre comes walking down the hallway, the 3 older kids sitting on the staircase and he stops to say hello to them. He can hear you and Charles screaming at each other in the kitchen.

“Do I want to know?” And all 3 of them shake their heads. Pierre hums, walking to the living room to see the two younger kids.

Eloise and Anthony both stand when they see him. They both look so worried and he musters up the most stern face he can, trying not to laugh.

“Uncle Pierre,” Eloise starts, she looks like she was about to cry.

She had never been in father’s bad graces nor had she ever been the reason for her parents to fight so she was clearly distraught.

Pierre pulls the girl into a hug, kissing the top of her head. “It’s okay.” He turns to Anthony next, smacking his arm.

“Comment t'es-tu fait prendre ?” he asks his son who shrugs. (how did you get caught?)

“Nous ne les avons pas entendus entrer.” He answers his father, sighing. (we didn't hear them come in.)

Pierre leaves the kids in the living room and joins you two in the kitchen. He knocks on the wall, making his presence known.

“Pierre, fucking finally. Tell him he’s being irrational about this,” you looked between your husband and his best friend.

Pierre stands there quietly, Charles’s eyes fixed on the man. “You knew. Oh my god, you fucking knew.” he blurts, glaring at his friend. “You knew they were dating and you didn’t tell me?” He says.

“How’d you think he got here?” Pierre chuckles, him being the only one. “They’d tell you in their own time, mate.” He says in all seriousness.

There’s another arrival while Charles spirals in the kitchen.

Carlos walks into the house, “do you guys know your front door is unlocked? That’s so unsafe.” He tells Christopher and Gabriel.

“Porque están gritando mija?” He looks at Sofia. (why are they yelling mija ?)

“Eloise tiene novio y el tío Charles no está contento con eso,” She fills him in, Carlos nodding. He, too, makes his way to the kitchen. (Eloise has a boyfriend and uncle Charles is not happy about it.)

“Hola,” he sits beside Pierre at the counter.

The two men watched as you and Charles shouted at each other, the anger clear as the conversation switched between English, French and Italian.

“Eloise is 17 bloody years old! She can have a boyfriend, just be glad she didn’t pick up some loser off the street!”

“I don’t care who she picks, she’s not dating him!”

“She can date whoever she pleases!” You shout back at him. “Frankly, they can all date who they want, they’re grown up now, Charles. You need to learn to fucking let go.” You walk out the kitchen, past the children and up the stairs to your bedroom.

The 3 men were left in the kitchen. Charles runs a hand over his face, propping his elbows on the counter.

“Am I wrong? Like really.” He looks to his two friends for advice.

“Yes,” they both answer, glancing at each other but Carlos speaks first.

“Do you think I was happy when Sofia told me she was dating Christoper ? Ai no,” he chuckles, “all I could think was he's going to break my baby’s heart and then I'd have to kill him; there goes years of friendship with you.” He looks over at Charles who gives him a weak smile.

“I learned to trust her, she’s a good girl and by extension, I trusted Christopher too. Eloise is the same way, mate. You know she’s a good kid.”

“I’m sure you’d rather her date Anthony than some stranger, at least you know him.” Pierre adds, “they’re both good, smart and with us around, they won’t make the wrong choices. They’ll do it if you keep freaking out for no reason.”

Charles sighs, nodding. “Excuse me,” he walks out the kitchen and to the stairs. All three kids point up and he heads up to find you struggling to undo the zipper of your dress.He quietly walks over and undoes it. He watches you step out of the dress and set it on the bed as you change into sweatpants and a tank top. Charles sits on the edge of the bed, sighing as he passes a hand through his hair, undoing his tie.

“You’re right.”

“I know I am.” You quipped before he continued.

“Sometimes I forget she’s not a baby anymore. She’s my little girl, y/n, it’s harder to let go of her than it is with the boys.” He looks over at you.

You sigh, walking over to your husband. “I know, but you have to trust her.”

“Please spare me, those two gave me the same lecture.” He sighs, laying back on the bed. “I just- how do you do it ?”

“They’re grown, Charles. We have to let them live and learn; making mistakes is part of the process, dating is part of it too. As their parents, we have to sit back and stand by to pick up the pieces.” You tell him, passing a hand through his hair.

“I know,” Your husband grumbles.

“Okay so go get your ass up and apologize to them.” You push him, causing him to stand. “To Eloise, sure.”

“And Anthony. You nearly gave the poor boy a heart attack.” The two of you step out of the bedroom, walking down the stairs to find it empty.

Christopher, Sofia and Gabriel have all congregated in the kitchen with Pierre and Carlos. The living room was empty too, Eloise and Anthony in the kitchen as well.

Carlos was cutting some veggies at the counter, the stove on and something sizzling in the pan, chicken by the looks of it. “They were hungry, hope you don’t mind.”

“No, not at all. Gala food is so shit, I’m starving too.” You tell him, chuckling. “What can I help with?” You ask him, moving to grab what he asked for.

Charles calls for Eloise and Anthony, asking them to step outside with him. The kitchen led into the backyard, big glass doors made it easy for you to see outside even with the doors shut. The 3 of them standing outside, all eyes on them; The twins and Sofia sat at the breakfast nook, Pierre at the counter while you and Carlos prepped a whole fest at 1:30 in the morning.

You can see Charles’ lips moving but you can’t tell what he’s saying.

“I’m sorry, both of you.” He starts, “I'm sorry for yelling and freaking out. That wasn't the right approach. I have to let go, or at least that’s what your mama says,” he glances at his daughter. “I’m not totally at terms with this but I’m willing to try. Obviously we’ll need rules and I definitely do not want to see that again.. ever.” He looks over at Anthony, referring to what he walked into.

“Yes sir.” Anthony answers.

“Good,” he nods, stretching his arms out for them to come closer. Eloise wraps her arms around her father, snuggling into his side.

She’s always been a daddy’s girl, and to this day, she’s still got that man wrapped around her finger.

“You too,” he calls Anthony who hugs him too.

Charles lets go of the kids, stepping inside first. Anthony and Eloise are holding hands when they step back inside, visibly more relaxed. Charles makes his way over to you, hugging you from behind as you mixed the sauce into the pasta.

“Did you say sorry ?”

“Yes,” he pulls you a little closer. “Do I get rewarded ?”

“Ew,” Pierre groans, Carlos fake gagging at the two of you.

“Shut up,” Charles called to his friends, making the 4 of you laugh.

There you stood, your husband hugging you as his two friends, Carlos and Pierre, sat at the counter both nursing a beer. You glance over at the breakfast nook, all 5 kids squished in together, chatting and laughing. Gabriel was getting poked by Sofia, the girl squished between the twin boys. Christopher has both of his arms on the ledge behind them, one arm over Sofia and the other over his sister. Anthony was whispering something to Eloise, her cheeks bright red.

Your hand rests on top of Charles as you lean against his chest.

“This is it.” You tell him.

“What do you mean?” He asks, his cheek pressed to yours.

“This is what our life is gonna be like,” you look back over at the kids, “loud and messy, house full of kids.”

He smiles, kissing you when you lean your head back. “It always was and it always will be.”

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stem-sister-scuffle · 2 months

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STEM SISTER SCUFFLE: ROUND 2 MASHUP 4

Winry Rockbell (Full Metal Alchemist) vs Princess Bonnibel Bubblegum (Adventure Time)

Winry Rockbell is an Automail Mechanic!

Princess Bonnibel Bubblegum is a Bioenginner, Chemist and Roboticist!

Why you should vote for each contestant:

Winry Rockbell:

"The best automail mechanic in the whole of Amestris: need I say more? She’s also the only person who can really get Edward Elric to listen / scare him"

"She's super smart and is crazy about mechanics, but she's also so kind and compassionate! She helped deliver a baby, she cares really deeply for her friends and family! She truly rocks!"

"i’m a biomedical engineer so she is the best women in stem"

"she’s extremely skilled and dedicated to her craft, her work is very high quality (she’s also the personal mechanic for one of the protagonists) and she has a dedication to improving the lives of the people around her in any way she can (and she has so much autism swag about automail, it’s a joy to watch). i love her your honour"

"She's so good and so fun and she's trying her best. She makes sure the prosthetics work and they're super plot important!!!!!"

"She can build and repair robot limbs AND attach them to human nerves"

"She’s only 15 and is repairing magic-infused heavy machinery for fun"

"Spunky, kind, and smart as hell... one of the shounen manga girls of all time."

"At age fifteen she could build a whole metal arm in 3 days (pulling all nighters)! She geeks out over the work of other prosthetics engineers and earned herself an apprenticeship where the shop's costumers began to prefer her after only a few months! She's kind but takes no shit and narratively symbolizes the goodness of humanity. also she read medical textbooks as a kid (her parents were both doctors) and was able to apply that knowledge for successful impromptu midwifery years later!"

"She is practically a child engineering Genius! Designs and makes prosthetics. She takes her work very seriously and geeks out over other people's designs. She is such a beautifully written strong female character that holds her own in a fandom full of amazing strong female characters and a great role model. She's Hella cute"

"She is considered a prodigy in her field, and is known as the “Automail Otaku” because of her unending interest of any machines and tools in the building and repairing of automail. She is incredibly smart, sincere, and passionate. She works hard for what she wants, is full of optimism despite what she has suffered, and is very loyal to her friends."

"built a fully functioning prosthetic arm for her friend when she was TWELVE basically by herself and has been his regular mechanic since. also heavily dabbles in the medical side as well as the mechanical side (for example: she successfully delivered a baby single-handedly at fifteen having only ever read about the subject before). she is so skrunkly she’s an icon a legend and she is the moment"

"Listen any girl who can master mechanical engineering, electrical engineering, and biology in order to build prosthetic limbs by the age of 12 is Impressive. She’s the one that got me onto an engineering career path I’m very biased"

Princess Bonnibel Bubblegum:

"She’s a freak about it! she is committing horrors in there but just lowkey, and she’s having fun doing it which is what matters"

"She cares about her people to an absolute fault and all her evil science is for them (when it’s not simply for sciences sake) and that’s why she’s a girlboss <3"

"She’s unethical. She’s a mother. She’s a monster. She lives in a world of magic but only believes in science. She was even a lesbian. PB for the win!"

"she is a pink lesbian!! she has committed war crimes!! she is much more complex than the audience's (and the main character's) initial impression of her!! she created an entire kingdom that she rules and when she gets voted out she loses her sense of identity!! and loves her subjects and also spies on them!! she is trying not to be so mean!! she is passionate about her science work and she loves her girlfriend!!! SHE IS SO GREAT. her gf Marcy is actually my favorite but bonnibel's relationship with family and home is super compelling, everything from her abusive/controlling uncle who tried to force her into a het relationship to her (metaphorically) intellectually disabled younger brother who she loves so much because people get built different! we don't need to know why we just need to respect them! thank you. I love her"

"Organizes conferences for people to present their scientific findings, created life forms when she was lonely, has committed so many war crimes (including intergalatically) using tech she invented, lost an election because she assumed people would care more about facts than charisma (they did not), is gay. Spent a thousand years pining for her rockstar vampire ex-girlfriend. 💕💞💕"

"She has a RAT named SCIENCE. One time in the comics she also did a flip and kicked a door down while saying ""physics I swear to gob if you don't work now I swear physics I SWEAR"" she was literally threatening physics. Anyways physics worked good for her! She has built an entire kingdom from the ground up INCLUDING its life forms. She HATES wizards with a passion. Magic to her is just science with silly presentation. It's implied she's been to wizard prison a lot of times before. HOWEVER she also has a vampire half-demon girlfriend so yeah. Oh yeah she's gay too. "I have a disease that makes me like vampires and titties its called being a fucking genius""

"She is the best woman in STEM because she LITERALLY created and genetically engineered the people of her kingdom, built incredible robot guardians to fight off intruders, and continues to experiment (including an experiment gone wrong where she was trying to resurrect dead citizens) in spite of being a busy princess (and lowkey dictator) ruling her kingdom solo. She created/built her own family (aside from her brother), and eliminated them when they tried to rule over her and stop her from being an independent scientist. She is multitalented, hardworking, and just unethical enough to keep things fun and entertaining! She has no ethics board, so the experiments get wild! She is so Blorbo, you know? Also people don't acknowledge her science stuff enough, I want her to get more recognition as the insane, wonderful mad scientist she is."

"She’s an unethical mad scientist who experiments on her subjects. What’s not to love"

"Invents gadgets/devices and even created her own citizens"

"For the realness of working in the lab endlessly without sleep (Ignore that she set up a police state I guess)"

"Literally built an entire kingdom citizen by citizen"

"She bioengineered an entire country . Kinda fucked up, but that's okay"

#stem sister scuffle #round 2 #winry rockbell #fma winry #fullmetal alchemist #fma brotherhood #fma #princess bonnibel #princess bonnibel bubblegum #princess bubblegum #adventure time

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cptapathy · 4 months

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My takeaway for the new UK guidance on gender transitioning in schools

Please, everyone, respond to the guidance and call it out as how shit it is, don't just accept this shit.

Here is the link to respond to this attack on trans youth

https://consult.education.gov.uk/equalities-political-impartiality-anti-bullying-team/gender-questioning-children-proposed-guidance/

1. If you are under 18, are doubting/exploring your gender and wish to involve the teaching staff but not your parents, then explicitly say to them, "if my parents find out they will beat me"

This is the only way to prevent the teacher from having a legal duty to inform your parents

2. The guidance is rife with "G3nder Cri1ical" terminology, but what do you expect from the equality minister for Britain?

3. Unsupportive teachers will be able to justify their prejudice as "watchful waiting" as laid out in the guidance as step 1

Just to clarify, if a 16yo comes to ask to be referred to by a different name or pronouns step 1‽ is to not honour those requedts for an indeterminate period of time to "make sure." This will be standard across an entire country

4. A direct quote

"Does the child feel pressured to identify differently because they simply do not align with stereotypes associated with their sex? This is relevant as some people think gender identity reinforces stereotypes about men and women"

They need to spend some time on tumblr, ain't nothing about you freaks that reinforces gender stereotypes

5. Another quote

Schools "should not unilaterally adopt any changes, including using a new name or new pronouns, unless or until this has been agreed by the school or college in accordance with the proper procedures and... parental consent"

So, any time a child considers their gender identity, there must be a school meeting about accepting it. They then go on to talk about "contested views"

But if anyone has contrary views, those are protected and "must be respected," not period of denial, and informing the parent to then hold a meeting of if those views are necessary for the school to honour.

6. "Agreeing to a child’s request to have others use different pronouns about them is a significant decision."

No it fucking isn't

7. Children under the age of 11 are not allowed to have different pronouns. It's just an outright blanket ban on using gender affirming pronouns for Under 11s.

8. Over 11 well, now we have to decide if using they/them is a large enough benefit to you that it "outweighs the impact on the school community."

Idiots the lot of them

8. But if we do accept a pronoun change, you will still be referred to as "girls" or "boys" collectively, and we won't stop teachers or other students from not using your pronouns. Did you think this was to enforce your pronoun use? No, no, no, this is just to allow YOU to use those pronouns, god forbid a student decide for themselves how they want to be referred to!

9. Literally just explicit transphobia

"Schools and colleges should exhaust all other options, such as using first names, to avoid requiring other individuals having to use preferred pronouns"

10. The first and only mention of bullying, in full

"In all cases, bullying of any child must not be tolerated. No child should be sanctioned for honest mistakes when adapting to a new way of interacting with another pupil"

Why does that feel like they're defending transphobes from bullying? Oh, right, because that's what they are doing.

11. Did anyone expect anything different to this?

"Responding to a request to support any degree of social transition must not include allowing access to these spaces"

So, it will be a legal requirement for teachers in England to prevent trans people from going to a toilet or changing room designated for their gender.

12. This one is not a legal requirement but rather a "should" statement, which is trans children "should" be held to the same uniform status as other children of their AGAB.

I'm running out of commentary here

13. No one is surprised that trans people are once again banned in sports

The full doc for anyone willing to go through it

https://consult.education.gov.uk/equalities-political-impartiality-anti-bullying-team/gender-questioning-children-proposed-guidance/supporting_documents/Gender%20Questioning%20Children%20%20nonstatutory%20guidance.pdf

Boys, girls, and the genders we aren't allowed to mention, that is my summary of the UK government proposed guidance on trans students.

Please help stop them.

#uk politics #uk #trans rights #transphobia #trans #transgender #transpride #trans pride #trans youth #uk trans #trans uk

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imagines-about-celebs · 2 years

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Hiya!

Please can I request a Joseph Quinn x reader fic where they fall in love on the set of stranger things

Love on Set [Joe Quinn x Reader]

A/N: So happy I got this. It was actually so fun to write, and I hope you like it. Joe seems like such a sweetheart and also quite goofy.

You remember the day you had received the call about joining Stranger Things 4. It was definitely one of your favourite shows and it was such an honour to be casted in the latest season. You were set to play the love interest to a character named Eddie Munson, misunderstood “freak” of Hawkins. You knew you would have so much fun and couldn’t wait to meet everyone on your first day.

It has roughly been a few weeks since filming had started, and you had already become such good friends with almost everyone. You had grown close to one particular person, Joseph Quinn. You and joe had practically become tied at the hip. Maybe it was the scenes you had to film together or maybe the fact that your characters fall in love, you weren’t really sure how your friendship with him became so close, not that you were complaining. He was one the nicest, kindest souls you had ever met, and you both always had a good laugh together.

While sitting in hair and makeup, you started to talk with Amy the hair stylist about which scenes you were filming today. She began to tease you a bit, “excited to be kissing Joe today” she made a kissy face towards you. you giggled “Come on now, it’s just work.” Amy shook her head, “you know, I definitely think he might have a thing for you”. It was your turn to shake your head. There was no way he could be crushing on you. You sit there, lost in thought about whether that could be true or not. Amy snaps her fingers to grab your attention. “Hey, you good?” you look at her with doe eyes. She smiles wide “you like him, don’t you?” you got out of the chair to stretch your legs, an excuse to try to hide the blush forming on your face. “NO... I was just trying to remember if I read all my lies.” You knew she wouldn’t accept the lie. Then you hear a knock at the door. “Come in” Amy yells. In walks Joe and you suddenly started to feel butterflies in your stomach. He smiles at Amy and then at you, letting his eyes linger; fully taking in your appearance. You started to feel a little shy in his gaze. “Morning how are we?” he asks the both of you. “Morning, we’re good, aren’t we Y/N?” she elbows you softly, breaking your train of thought. “Uhm yeah, we’re good?” You’re not sure why you all of sudden feel nervous around him. You notice Joe laugh softly at your response. He sits down in the chair ready to be done.

“So how was your night?” you ask Joe, trying to seem normal. “Great, felt good to be able to finally get some good sleep.” He gives you a smile, you didn’t realise until now your feelings for him were this strong. Amy could see the tension between the two of you starting to bubble in the trailer, so she decided to excuse herself. “I just have to run to the makeup trailer really quick.” She leaves quickly, shooting you a look to say that you should definitely make a move. As she slams the door, you turn back to Joe who was watching you in the mirror. “So…” you both said at the same time. “Oh sorry, you go” you say to him, hoping he actually had something to say to cover the fact that you had no idea what to say. “Oh, I was just going to say, that you look beautiful today.” He complemented you. He would complement you almost everyday on set but this time it just felt different, like maybe there was some truth to Amy’s words. You give him a shy smile. You sit in the chair next to him. You decide to be a little playful with him, to see if you could crack him a bit about his feelings. “So, I heard a rumour that you have a crush on someone on set.” He shoots you a look, but you can’t really tell what it means. Is he nervous? “Well, did whoever tell you this rumour who it was?” you shake your head, maybe Amy was right. “So, it’s true? You gotta tell me who it is.” You try to act like your normal self, pushing any nervousness aside. “Well, she’s beautiful, kind and really smart. I always have a good time on set with her. She’s one of the funniest people I know and hopefully she’ll say yes to maybe being my girlfriend. I feel like we’ve had quite a few dates already without really realising it.” He gives you another nervous look. You look into his beautiful brown eyes, hoping he’ll reveal that it’s you he’s talking about. “I think she would be honoured to be your girlfriend if you asked her. I’m sure she would know how lucky she is.” He gets up and grabs you by the hand, pulling you to stand in front of him. You start to feel nervous yourself, he really was talking about you, and you definitely would be lying if you said you didn’t have feelings for him too. “So, would that be a yes then?” he gives you a hopeful look. Instead of answering, you decide to answer by leaning in. He notices your action and closes the gap between the two of you. You had kissed Joe many times while filming but this kiss just felt different, it felt like the cliché fireworks and sparks you hear people talk about. After a few seconds, you both pull apart. “Definitely a yes.” You finally put into words, seeing him start to smile wide. He gives you another kiss. You could tell he felt better finally telling you, as did you. You felt like a weight had been lifted and you no longer had to hide your true feelings. You got to finally call this gorgeous man yours.

#eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #joseph quinn #joseph quinn smut #joseph quinn imagine #stranger things 4 #joseph quinn fluff #eddie munson fluff

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hanuh · 5 months

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Do you love movies? Do you love Gojo Satoru? Have you ever watched a movie and wanted to live in the shoes of the actors on screen? Well, look no further. To celebrate the end of my longer than anticipated hiatus I've come up with a little event. I'll be taking inspo from beloved rom-coms and turning all of you readers and Satoru into the leading couple.

I introduce to you, The Wanna Watch A Movie? Collection.

I have a few movies picked and already written/planned, but I will be taking some requests (it's not guaranteed all requests will get picked). If you'd like to be tagged in all future posts from this collection please say so in the replies.

TAGLIST STATUS: OPEN REQUEST STATUS: OPEN

Well, now is the time for you to all sit back, relax, and grab some popcorn. Enjoy the trailers, the featured presentations are about to start.

Man of Honour [Release date: 12/27] inspo: Made of Honour (2008)

If you went back in time and told your younger college self that the notorious playboy, Gojo Satoru, who snuck into your dorm at 4 AM searching for your roommate would somehow become your ride or die best friend for the next ten years; you'd think that you're insane. Not to mention that the very same Satoru would be the one you choose to be your 'Man of Honour'. Yeah, you'd put yourself in a straight jacket for that one. If you told Satoru that the freshman girl who totally freaked on him for coming into her dorm would end up being the only woman in his life he's ever loved, he'd think you're lying and walk away. You'd have no time to tell him that it took you getting a pretty diamond on your ring finger for everything to finally click into place.

Fake It Till You Make It [Release date: 01/09] inspo: The Proposal (2009)

Gojo Satoru, your boss, expects the world out of you. The requests (demands) range anywhere from "Pick up my grandmother from the airport." to "Pick out the brown M&Ms from this bulk bag." You thought being an assistant to one of the most reputable music label executives would give you an in into the industry. The only thing this job has given you is a stomach ulcer and a "marriage proposal" from your very own boss for the demon to get a green card. With a metaphorical gun to your head, you agree. Maybe this will finally get your foot in the door, or maybe it will give your ulcer a little friend.

Quarter Life Crisis [Release date: 01/21] inspo: What's Your Number (2011)

"Experts say that 91% of women who have slept with 15 or more people are unlikely to find a husband" That was the clickbait title that sent you into an existential pit, well, that and a bottle of wine. Now you find yourself back peddling through your entire dating history with the insane notion that if you can make it work with one of your exes then you won't reach that percentage. That'll guarantee you a fruitful marriage, yeah? Cue Satoru.

MANY MORE TO BE ANNOUNCED WILL UPDATE LIST FREQUENTLY

#gojo satoru x reader #jjk gojo #gojo x reader #gojo satoru #satoru gojo #gojou satoru x reader #jjk x reader #jjk imagines #jjk #satoru #satoru x reader #wanna watch a movie?

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Please don't think I'm trying to trick you into doing my homework for me, BUT... you obviously know Gondor/Men/Númenóreans much better than I do, so I come seeking headcanons and advice!

Your "Speaking Tongues" masterpiece is set in 3006, so you must have given thought to what Boromir's life was like in those years, when he was new as Captain and still in the fresh years of this 20s. Do you have any headcanons of his activities, duties, and military accomplishments in those days? Obviously there were already rising conflicts and troubles with Mordor going on, but how involved do you think Boromir was in them when he was younger? Were there any significant experiences that might have molded him?

You always seem very detailed and action oriented in your fics, so I see you as one of the best people to ask! 😊 I don't want to cause you to spoil your own fics, so please be as vague as you need to! Thank you in advance.

I ALWAYS HAVE TIME TO TALK ABOUT BOROMIR, so thank you for this ask :D

A lot of my headcanons about Boromir's upbringing have already been included in my works, but I can share a few details here :D

1. Adolescence. I headcanon that both Boromir and Faramir were knighted when they entered adulthood, and as such, had to first have been squires. In my AU, Boromir squired under his uncle the Prince of Dol Amroth, and so has formed a closer relationship with Imrahil and his family. Faramir was not afforded such honour, and istead squired in Pinnath Gaelin, where he met and befriended Lord Hirluin.

2. Courtship. It seems unrealistic to me that Boromir would remain unmarried for so long, with no efforts from the Steward to secure the line. He was an heir to a kingdom! And his dad was a control freak! So I headcanon that Boromir was previously engaged. To whom, and what became of her, would be too much of a spoiler :D

3. Titles & duties.

I based the hierarchy of Minas Tirith on the scarce information from the books and took some elements from Lord of the Rings Online.

Over the years, as the Steward gradually descended into a paranoia, Boromir was saddled with more and more official duties. At being knighted, he received the title of Captain of the White Tower (the Citadel) - in my headcanon a leader of the Steward's Knight Cavalry. This had been a title historically given to the Heir to the Throne of Gondor, and it was the title that Boromir used in the books during the introductions in Rivendell. This title also came with certain representative functions at the Steward's Court (which Boromir absolutely hated). It also granted Boromir a privileged seat in the Council of Gondor.

Later Boromir got appointed Captain-General (at the age of 28). This meant he became the leader of the five Captains of Minas Tirith, the Barons of Anorien, and the main coordinator of Gondor's armed forces. Faramir mentions this title of Boromir in Return of the King.

However, later, when Boromir was 33, he also became High Warden of the White Tower (the Burg). Again, Faramir mentions this as one of Boromir's titles in the books. I headcanon that this title gave Boromir jurisdiction over the Citadel Guard, which essentially made Boromir the chief of Minas Tirith Police.

Now that is A LOT of responsibility to saddle one person with, however, at that point Boromir was well used to working over his capacity. The reason the Steward did this was because he, forseeing the war with Mordor, wanted to consolidate power and strengthen the position of the Steward relative to the Council. By giving those titles to his son and heir, he gained advantave over the other great houses. He also did not want the control over the army and the city to go to any of the rival councillors.

(Poor Boromir needs years of therapy after dealing with all this.)

4. As for possible military campaigns and adventures, I sort of need to do further research on this myself. I try to build over canon and expand it wherever I can :D

Thank you for asking!!! I could talk about Boromir for hours! <3

#boromir #boromir headcanons #lotr headcanons #denethor #lord of the rings #[arda]#[wandering birds]#ass deep in demons #ass deep in asks

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hi i just binged nightmare academia and i’m deeply deeply obsessed with you and your writing. it’s 2 am in the morning. (worth it)

♥ Summary: dkfhskdfj big thank you, that's genuinely such an honour- i really hope you like this chapter!! im posting it at 4 am bc night owl solidarity <3 In this chapter of Nightmare Academia, a community recuperates and Spencer comes back to you. [Prof!Spencer Reid x GN-Prof!Reader]

♥ Warnings: gun violence, grief, hospitals, and mentions of alcohol

♥ A/N: fun fact: on the ao3 cross post, this chapter and the one after it are named after hozier lyrics. im a basic bitch, it's work song

♥ Word Count: 2297

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There was a shooting near the community center.

You weren’t there at the time. You weren’t even close. You were at home when it happened, and you were at home when you found out. The little jingle for breaking news stories cut through the ambient sounds of a droning weather report, replacing it with something more intense than a report on the rain.

In an instant, images of the community center surrounded by police cars, wandering officers, and caution tape filled your screen. You froze, blood turning to ice as you watched the police mill around your second place of work. You could feel your extremities growing colder and colder as your mind slipped off into shock. Someone had been shot. Someone was hurt. Part of your community was bleeding.

The rest of the broadcast sounded like static, but you got the gist. Whoever was shot was in critical condition. There was “no threat to the public.” Police had already apprehended a suspect.

Before you could fully process what had happened, you were scrolling through the contacts on your phone.

Your first call was to the community center. For once, it went straight to voicemail.

Your second call went to Sheryl- the receptionist who shared a shift with you. She was shaken, but alright, and she confirmed that all of the community center staff were in the same condition. Scared, but okay. Shocked, but alright. They were going to be fine. You thanked her, comforted her, and let her hang up first.

Your next call went to Missy. She didn’t pick up. You moved on, making a few other calls to a few other community center students, checking in on everyone you could.

Frank did not pick up.

Adam did not pick up.

Most of the others did. Most of your students were freaked out, but fine. Everyone seemed to be okay and alive, but you couldn’t get a hold of Missy, Frank, or Adam.

You couldn’t fucking breathe. You didn’t know if your friends were alive, or dead, or hurt, or arrested, or fine, and you were terrified. The universe seemed to hold its breath as you gasped for air, spiralling as your horrible little brain dragged you through the worst possible scenarios.

Funerals. Hospitals. Dead friends whose potential had been stolen from them far too fucking soon. Courtrooms. Cops. Tunnel vision fallacies that got innocent people arrested. Fuck.

Tears streamed down your cheeks. You needed to call someone- not even for the wellbeing of your friends, but for the wellbeing of you. You couldn’t tell if you were already having a panic attack, or if you were on the edge of one, and either way, you were not having a good time. You needed help. You needed someone to calm you down and get you to breathe like a functioning human person.

You thought about calling Reid.

Before you could scroll down to his contact, your screen lit up. Missy was calling you. You picked up. Things only got worse from there.

Frank had been shot. He’d been walking by the community center and someone had shot him. A man in a dark jacket and a motorcycle helmet had shot him. Missy didn’t see his face.

Frank was in the hospital. In critical condition. Maybe dying.

You got up and got ready to head to the hospital, floating through the motions as more information came to light. You couldn’t feel your fingertips.

It wasn’t a random attack. The assault was carried out with the precision of a hit.

You didn’t know who would order a hit on Frank. Neither did Missy. True, he was a former inmate, true, he had once violated the law, but he hadn’t done anything that would make someone take a hit out on him.

The police thought Adam had done it. Adam was near the community center. He was in custody now. He needed a lawyer.

“Do you think you can represent him, Doc?” you could hear the desperation in Missy’s voice. You could feel it in your chest.

“I uh-” you tried to clear your tear-filled voice. You failed, “It’s a conflict of interest. I was his teacher, recently, the prosecutor can use that against him if I try. I can get help, though. I have connections.”

“You’re gonna wanna hurry and send them out. The cops were real rough with him, it’s not looking good.”

You cursed under your breath, shoving your shoes on and grabbing your keys, “I can sort it out from the hospital… I can- I can do that, right?” “If anyone can, it’s you. Just get here soon. Please,” Missy’s voice got smaller and smaller as she spoke.

You broke traffic laws getting to the hospital.

Hospitals still fucking sucked. They were often crowded, decently noisy, and overwhelmingly white. You still hated hospitals, and if you could, you wouldn’t enter another one for the rest of your life.

But that wasn’t an option. Not for you.

You and Missy didn’t leave each other’s sides. You couldn’t. In the sterile environment of the hospital, you were each the other’s lifeline. You both needed it. You looked like the human embodiment of anxiety, and Missy the embodiment of grief. Tears spilled down her cheeks, dragging tracks of mascara with them. She curled into herself, into you, appearing small and fragile. In the pull of a trigger, the strongest woman you knew became a precious breakable thing.

She didn’t deserve this. She didn’t deserve any of it. And even though you also looked and felt like shit, you were glad you were there.

The cops wouldn’t stop looking at the poor woman like she was another fucking suspect instead of a witness. They looked away from her when she was with you. She could focus on her grief when she was with you. You were just happy to be there for her.

Over the phone, you arranged a legal defence for Adam. You didn’t pull away from Missy to do it. The two of you just sat in a blindingly white hallway, clinging to each other in a sea of sterility as you called in a couple of favours.

Once situated, your lawyer friend called you to report that 1) the local police were really pissing them off, and 2) the case against Adam was weak, but not a guaranteed failure. His history of incarceration and intrusive thoughts could be used against him- however, the nature of his past crimes, his friendship with Frank, and his work to improve his life could be used in his defence.

Overall, the case wouldn’t be too difficult to win. Adam just needed character witnesses- ones that a jury would like and trust.

You, a reputable university professor, could be one of them.

You very quickly realized that Spencer, a notable FBI agent, could be another.

Missy urged you to call him. She even gave you the decency of space. She didn’t need to do either. You were always going to call Spencer.

Of course, Spencer didn’t pick up the phone. Pushing down the urge to just hurl your phone into the wall, you took a deep breath and left a message. You hoped your voice wouldn’t betray how absolutely fucking shaken you were by the situation.

It did.

“Hey, Reid. I’m sorry, it’s been a while, I just… look, it doesn’t matter right now. Something happened. Things are bad, right now, and I uh. I’m gonna need your help, if you can- if you want to help me,” you let out a shaky breath that sounded a little too much like a sob, “You know where I am. I’ll see you.”

After you left your message, Missy looked at you with a shaky, watery smile. You raised an eyebrow in question, and her smile just grew.

“You didn’t tell him what happened.”

“I know. It’s uh, it’s a lot to tell someone over the phone.”

She let out a little laugh, “He’s gonna think you’re hurt or something.”

“Oh, shit-” you murmured, pulling out your phone to make another call.

Missy put a hand on your arm, stopping you, “Don’t change it. He might get here faster if he thinks that.”

“You think so?”

“Oh, you are down bad.”

The two of you stood there in the hallway, and as you stared at each other’s tear-stained faces, you both started to laugh. The sound morphed back and forward between pained sobs and wheezing laughter until the two of you were too tired to make another sound.

You stayed with Missy for another few hours. Nobody would tell either of you a damn thing about Frank’s condition. The two of you remained in place until a well-meaning nurse practically forced you to leave.

You drove Missy home. The car ride was silent. You were both out of things to say. For once, you were all cried out. Missy was in a similar condition, dark mascara tracks still painted her cheeks. She didn’t make a move to wipe them away.

It was in that silence that you pulled into a parking spot outside of Missy’s apartment- the one she shared with Frank.

“Are you gonna be okay?”

“I’m… I’m gonna be something.”

“You can stay with me, if you want. Just so you won’t be alone.”

She stared out at the building, at its golden lights glaring out into the velvety dark of the night, “I… I think I need to try being on my own. Just for me.”

You tightened your grip on the steering wheel, “Okay. But please, call if you need anything.” She smiled over at you, “I just need you to get Adam out of this mess. The sooner they stop looking at him, the better.”

“I know. I’ll do everything I can, I promise.”

“I know you will. Adam will be out in no time, eh?”

You offered her a little grin, “Do you want me to walk you in?”

“I’ll be alright-” she popped open her door, “But do you think you could give me a ride to the hospital tomorrow? I just-”

“Of course. Anything.” She gave your arm a pat and hopped out of the car, “I’ll see you tomorrow, Doc.”

You just waved goodbye. The last time you promised to see someone later, he disappeared from your life. Now, he wouldn’t even pick up his phone.

You had to try really hard to avoid crashing on the drive home. Tears blurred your vision. Your breath came in sparse gasps. You really should’ve pulled over, but you just wanted to be home.

You got there safely and spent the night alone.

The next day, you woke up early, took Missy to the hospital, and made your way to the university. And then you had to spend the rest of the day acting like everything was normal and nothing was wrong.

It was a weird sort of hell- an inferno of your own creation. You had spent the past few months pretending that everything was okay, acting like everything was fine. Now you found yourself lost in the performance, drowning on the stage beneath the bright lights.

You had to give your lectures as if one of your students wasn’t rotting in a police department- like another one wasn’t in the hospital, suffering from a gunshot wound after being attacked by a mysterious assailant. You had to act like you were a-okay with the knowledge that there was nothing you could do.

In other words, you had a terrible fucking day, and at the end of it, standing alone in your office, you had one thought.

There was wine in the trunk of your car.

The moment Spencer got your call, he ran back to that university town faster than he’d ever run in his life. He could hear the fear in your voice over the phone. He could hear a hospital monitor beeping over the phone.

So he ran. He ran as fast as he could trying to get back to you. The closer he got the more dread he felt. The closer he got, the more news stations reported on a shooting near your community center.

It was only after he got back to that town that Spencer realized that he did not know where you lived.

He tried the hospital, but you weren’t there. Spencer wasn’t sure if that was reassuring or not. The community center was closed, so you weren’t there either. There was only one place left for you to go- and it didn’t make much sense after the message he’d gotten, but it was all he had left.

Your office was empty. The lights were off and the door was locked. Even the ghost wasn’t there. Feeling dejected, Spencer wandered over to his office. He was expecting to find it in the same condition as your office. Abandoned. Empty. Untouched.

It was not that. Someone had clearly been there recently. The lights were on. Someone was logged into the computer. Even more damning, the bookshelves no longer contained the vast collection of books that he’d left behind.

They were full of smut.

Softcore smut. Hardcore smut. Monsterfucking smut. Enemies to lovers smut. That Fifty Shades parody that’s canon in the universe of Criminal Minds was notably absent, but that was about it exceptions wise.

Spencer hadn’t done this. He hadn’t filled the bookshelves with horny literature. There was only one person who would.

“Spencer?”

Speak of the devil. Reid turned, and there you were. The world caught its breath, and the two of you suddenly felt less incomplete. The black holes stopped eating your guts. Spencer was right where he needed to be.

You were there, together, where you needed to be.

“Where the fuck did you come from?”

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v3nusxsky · 1 year

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Battle scars| NSFW/angst

*A/n we are all use to me writing at ridiculous times in the morning so I'm starting this at 4:30 am but probably won't post it till monday. I can't sleep and this prompt is refusing to leave my head.*

Tw~ burns scaring. Alluding to smut but not detailed.

Prompt~ Reader is nervous to let Larissa see her body due to having scars. Unsure if they want to show Larissa due to how they acquired them. Larissa doesn't question it tho just focusing on kissing each and everyone one. smuttttt if you can please for this reader will have the ability to generate fire.

☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾

Long sleeve tops or dresses and a signature pair of lilac cloves where a standard for you. Daily, never removing any of them. No matter the weather. Now of course you knew the dangers for yourself. You'd had your fair share of dehydration when learning to control your ability. In fact that was the period when you gained the scars that marred your otherwise beautiful arms. Reminders of the lack of control you once had. You knew how ugly they were. And that's why you were gifted the gloves that you never took off. Unless you were sure you'd be alone. If you hated seeing them then no one else should have to. Especially when teaching at Nevermore.

Teaching Elemental control in the school is what led you to this moment. No one knew of your ability not even your girlfriend, Larissa Weems. Elements fascinated you way before you discovered what you could do so it wasn't exactly hard to convey your passion without revealing the secret. People asked about the gloves. It was only natural. Especially your girlfriend. She never pushed tho sure you would tell her when you were ready. Just like you hadn't pushed to find her ability. Shapeshifters were definitely a less known breed of outcast. That made you feel honoured to call one yours.

Speaking of Larissa Weems, you were sat with your head resting against her shoulder, mindlessly watching the flickering dance of the flames in front of you. You seemed to be entranced not even realising your love looking at you. Today being your 6 month anniversary you both decided that it was time for the next step. A bit of wine was had to relax you both, not that it seemed to calm your racing thoughts. After tonight Larissa would know. She would know how imperfect your skin is and will always be. You'd never be the women you were without this ability. You palled in comparison to her unmatched beauty. A literal goddess. And oh how you longed for touch. A craving that you'd never allowed to be stated. Clothing always remained a barrier.

"Darling? You quite alright there?" She murmured getting your attention. Your cheeks flushed realising she'd caught you zoning out. You made sure to quickly reply hoping that she wasn't blaming herself in anyway . "I'm okay just thinking my love"

She slowly blinked her eyes at you tilting her head as a silent why? "I need to speak with you before we go back to your room..." you trailed off nervously playing with your gloved fingers that were resting in your lap.

"Is this about your gloves?" She queried. Oh how you adored her beautiful intelligent mind. You gave her a nod and she reassured you to take your time and only talk if you were ready. Nothing had to happen tonight. She made sure to reassure you of that.

"I- you don't know my ability, but it's why I'm always so covered. I do not take my clothes off around or in anyone's presence. You will be the first to experience this and I understand if you don't want me after. I mean we could always turn the lights off right? So you don't have to see them? That's what my ex did. I kept my gloves on and we had the lights off. Until she freaked out and left when she accidentally caught a glimpse of me days later." You were rambling. Spiralling off into many different trains of thoughts without finishing the first.

"Darling, hey hey take a breath. Just breathe a second okay? Can you do that pretty girl? Breathe for me." She comforted you slowing her own breathing to help regulate yours. Your rambling letting on just how much of a thing this was to you.

"There see good girl" she praised noticing how you'd calmed significantly following her breathing pattern. "Darling I promise you I won't be scared off. I would very much like to see all of you. You're absolutely stunning my dear." She stated with a tone leaving no room for argument. This was her genuine thoughts and feelings, another reason why you were even considering tonight. You whimpered out in a voice sounding incredibly small "okay" before standing and walking to her bedroom that you'd often been in to just cuddle or nap. Wordlessly she followed you.

You sat yourself on the bed and slowly took each finger from the gloves you slipped them off hesitantly, neatly folding them to your right. Only then did you roll your sleeves showing the amount of damage that laid there. Waiting on bated breath you watched her eyes drop in sadness as she took in the sight. "I um I can generate fire. And with this as a youngling I had no control over my emotions and often burned myself with my own power. Never anyone else just myself. It's tied to emotions I've learned over the years. And I can manipulate fire in other ways. Such as pushing fire out or in through an aura" you finished your statement waiting for her reaction. Hell you would settle if she'd at least blink right now.

"I'm sorry I can put them back on it's okay I'm sorry I'm sorry I know they aren't pleasant god I'm sorry" you rambled fumbling to adorn the lilac gloves. Only stoping when a bear hand touched your marred bare hand. You flinched away from the contact. So unusual and unfamiliar. Yet you didn't want to move away. God no wonder this is popular. Touch was certainly addicting and you could see yourself craving it more and more from your girlfriend.

"I'm sorry darling I didn't mean to. Do they hurt? I don't mean to hurt you I just don't put them on?" She whimpered out eyes transfixed on your bare hands and arms.

"Uh no they don't hurt. I don't really feel the heat at all and my hands are always warm but they don't hurt. Are you sure you want them off? What about the light? I know they are ugly you don't have to try and protect my feelings" you stated back almost unbelieving that she wasn't phased.

"Can I? " you nodded dumbfounded watching as she brought her lips to each burn that scared your body. Ghosting them ever so lightly over each and every one in reach. Shivers ran through your body. This was dizzying and magical and you wanted more.

"They don't bother me darling. Your battle scars are beautiful. Just like you. My pretty one. And I would very much like to spend all night showing you just how much I mean that statement. " she informed you holding your gaze making sure you understood every word. These scars wouldn't keep her from loving you.

"I uh I'd like that" you mumbled embarrassed. The embarrassment soon forgotten when her lips found yours. A innocent loving kiss soon turned into a passionate and lustful one.

And Larissa did she spent all night worshipping your body and you did the same for her. The most beautiful experience you had ever had. Lights on being able to see everything. Her expressions and her touch, a new favourite addiction. Larissa seemed to enjoy the warmth of your bare skin on hers so you made sure to rest them on her skin as you both basked in the afterglow of your night. You could stay like this forever.

When the slim fingers began to trace the patterns the burns created you tensed slightly before relaxing. Although it feels amazing it was definitely going to take some getting use to. "Darling, thank you for trusting me with your battle scars. I hope you know I love them just as much as you honey. You're so beautiful" she murmured not moving her gaze from her fingers still tracing your arms idly. This was all you ever wanted. Someone to love you for you. Burns and all.

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Attack Dog pt. 4

Sweet Pea X Reader enemies to lovers

A/N: I really like this part, finally some contact going on hehehe

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Sweet Pea POV

“Sweeeeeeet peaaaaaaa, moove overrrr I'm coming in-'' he slurred and stumbled past. What the hell is going on? He crashed onto my makeshift bed and stretched.

“-I amm having a sleeeeeep over here, the Seniors haveeen comman-commaannnder-commandereeed fuck it, they took my housee” I looked out the front door and watched some very drunk, very big men crowd into his trailer and close it. I went to object to him but he was already passed out on my sofa.

“Sweet Pea what's going on?” YN said smaly from my room. I quietly rushed to her and into my room.

“Jones kinda stole my digs after the seniors took his….do you mind if I stay in here?”

“I mean it's your room sooo I can just make my way home”

“No no stay, I don't know who's still around outside and besides it's freezing” there was little to no space between the two of us. It was difficult to fight my urge to lean into her. I forced myself to take a step back from her, taking a pillow from the bed and throwing it on the floor.

“Just sleep in the bed with me Snake Brain, your old man back will break sleeping on the floor” she shuffled back to the bed and slipped under the covers on my side of the bed. My side. I slid in next to her trying not to completely freak out that I was legitimately sleeping with the enemy. Both our eyes were locked onto the ceiling. I should really paint up there.

“What happened with you and Jughead earlier?” I couldn't help myself, I had to say something to take the weird tension away from between us.

“He told me I abandoned him and it was my fault he had to join you guys” she exhaled the words out. Fault? As if we're the worst thing in the world to happen to anyone. I have all the right to kick his ass from my sofa.

“Just leave him sleep Sweet Pea, you won't get anything out of him now” was she inside my head? I moved gently in the bed at this thought.

“You're not exactly hard for me to read Sweet Pea, relax” she laughed a little but I didn't relax. How was I so easy to read? No one has ever said that before. She rolled onto her side to face me, hands tucked up under the side of her face.

“What else did he say?”

“That I should have fought harder to come home sooner….that I might have been able to save him from you guys…basically it's my fault I'm upset” save him from us? Save him from us?! I went to move from the bed, I was gonna kick him out I don't care. I was stopped by the feeling of YNs hand wrap into mine beneath the sheets.

“Just leave it Sweet Pea, defend your honour tomorrow after you sleep-” she yawned out.

“-besides it'll be a lot more fun to shout at him when he's fighting his hangover” she gave a mischievous smile as her eyes gently closed. She's still holding my hand….I'm still holding hers….why are we still holding hands and why don't I want to let go?

I laid awake for half an hour staring at the peeling paint of the roof. The pain in my shoulder growing from my unmoving hand was getting hard to ignore as YN slept peacefully next to me. Caught between my dying nerves and the dying want to not let go I quickly rolled towards her, releasing her hand and catching it with my other. I misjudged the distance between us and clocked her straight into the head with my own as I did. She dropped my hand to place it on her forehead. Damn it.

“You're such a freak” she laughed, rubbing her forehead and then rolled in closer to me, draping an arm across my waist and gently pulling herself into me, resting her head between the pillow and my chest. Great. This is great. This is also very confusing. Again, it was like she read my thoughts, even half asleep and she sat up, leaning on an elbow to look at me.

“Sorry I… I don't know why I did that”

“It's okay YN…it was actually comfortable…I'm okay with it if you're okay with it” she gave me a smile I never wanted to see leave her. She has to know that that was difficult for me to admit. She rolled to face out towards the wall and for a moment I thought Id left myself be vulnerable to the wrong person, that she'd laugh and reject me, call me the silly snake brain I was and leave. But no. She didn't. She instead shuffled down into the bed and laid her back flat against my chest. I cautiously moved my arm to cross her waist and she caught hold of it to move it faster and then held it there with her own. Am I asleep? Is this a dream? Am I being punked?

I nestled my chin against the top of her head, pulling her closer into me, tangling our legs. So close to me…..oh shit too close she's too close. I shuffled a little to try to hide the part of me that was betraying any sense of secrecy I had about my changing feelings to YN. She just moved back to where she was, no hiding from her. I could almost feel her whole body smirking as she gently rubbed little circles with her thumb on the back of my hand. Damn it she's winning.

“You're not…hard to read Sweet Pea” yup, she's definitely smirking at me. I tried to push the embarrassment out of my voice before speaking. She's not gonna win this one.

“Well I hardly think that's surprising, I already told you what I think needs to happen for you to relax” I barely whispered, it was her body's turn to…stiffen in the bed alongside me. Point Sweet Pea. I slowly moved my mouth to hover above her neck. We were both so still, I could almost see the hairs on her neck stand on their end. My lips met her neck almost painfully gently. I began to kiss her there until she rolled her head back slightly to allow me more access. I then started to nip her neck, sucking gently as I went. Her own body betrayed her then as she gave a small moan of approval. Point Sweet Pea.

She didn't let my point advantage last very long as she began to push herself into my growing length, a low growl escaping me before I reburied myself in her neck, more feverishly this time. Her hand wrapped tighter around mine on her chest as she grinded into me, encouraging me on. Electric, I was being electrified by her. She rolled more on to her back and I was hovering above her. I didn't really think then, I just leaned down and met her lips with mine. Truly electric. I'm kissing YN. This went further than I thought it would. This is going to go further than I thought it was. She must have had the same thought separating from me. Sex is one thing, kissing someone like that and feeling how we did while kissing during sex is another thing.

“I…didn't mean to….I shouldn't have…” I didn't know what I was saying, almost begging her with my eyes to say anything.

“I-” she was cut off by the sound of Jones sneezing from the sitting room, causing us both to jump. I had completely forgotten he was out there. We were about to…I don't know what we were about to do but we were gonna do it with him out there.

“Night Sweet Pea” was all YN said, rolling away from me again to face the wall, this time not taking my arm with her. Fuck.

I didn't sleep for the rest of the night, the thought of what could have been controlling me. I don't think she was asleep either but I didn't challenge her on it. Fuck.

I got up and got dressed, heading into the kitchen for coffee as the sun hit the inside of the trailer. Jones sat up extremely groggily and groaning. Karma.

“Morning” I smiled at him, only getting a huff in return.

“Sweet Pea I'm gonna go before Jughead wa-” YN whispered as she entered the living area. Not quiet enough. Jones' head shot to hers then to mine and back again. If he wasn't green before he certainly was now. I didn't know what to think or where to look. Karma? YN just looked down briefly at her feet, surely just trying to take any break from his giant eyes. Then she looked back, directly at him.

“Morning Jughead, I gotta say, I kinda get the Serpent thing” she beamed. Oh she's evil, she's really really evil, she would make a great Serpent. She then practically bounced out of the trailer, leaving me back to face the brunt of his darkened eyes. Point YN.

Part 5

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idontknowreallywhy · 5 months

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Estera Ch 6 - Safe

(Prologue, Ch 1, Ch 2, Ch 3, Ch 4, Ch 5)

(Sofasurf’s Recrudescence which is the foundation for all of this)

Scott’s fled for the skies. Estera needs to find someone’s inhaler. But what happens next?

Well. Some details follow.

My usual blend of fluff and “Yikes”…

Confession - this got a teeny bit dark in the last section. If you want to stop reading at the end of the fluffy bit (you’ll know it when you see it) then there is zero judgment from me. I even make myself go “Yikes” with that one…

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The authorities had called her a cab home, the hired coach having been sent away when all the parents arrived in person to collect their children. Although she had protested at the expense - surely there was a bus route somewhere nearby - she hadn’t had the energy to argue.

Thus she sat alone in the back seat trying to collect her thoughts. They resisted collection in a way that made cat herding look like a relaxing past time. So she fidgeted, putting on her cardigan then removing it again, retying her hair, rearranging the contents of her rucksack. Which she’d already done ten minutes before. She tried to force herself to calm down and turned to look out the window, her forehead meeting the glass with a surprisingly loud clunk.

“There’s a universal charging cable under the seat, Miss, and free WiFi if you’d like to use it.”

Of course there was. Couldn’t escape it these days. She didn’t want to appear rude so she smiled, thanked him and dutifully plugged in her battered mobile.

It flickered to life and within seconds several messages popped up… from her sister, a couple of friends, her elderly neighbour, even her hairdresser - clearly today’s events had hit the news. She drafted a quick reassurance, copied it to everyone and put the device down. She felt weirdly detached. It seemed strange that everyone was freaking out about her having been stuck in a cave when that had paled into utter insignificance compared to the shock she had experienced afterwards.

How could it be possible? He couldn’t have escaped, could he? If it hadn’t been for his reaction she’d have persuaded herself she was imagining things. But his reaction had been… compelling.

She picked up the phone again and opened a browser

‘International Rescue Scott’

An overwhelming plethora of photographs and articles and, wow ok, actual fan pages sprang up.

Most of the photos were distant, or amateur and blurry but his unmistakeable blue eyes shone out at her from the official ones - profile shots for International Rescue, some charity positions and… she gulped… he was the multi-billionaire CEO of one of the biggest companies on the planet. Even she knew of Tracy Industries - they were one of the good ones. A school in one of the more difficult neighbourhoods nearby had just had a complete IT infrastructure upgrade thanks to a grant from them.

His official TI profile confirmed his Air Force background, with honourable discharge after active duty. It didn’t say where that was but she knew.

Oh, she knew.

She skimmed some of the more gushing articles. All fairly light on objective facts but weighty on opinion and that opinion was pretty much universal - he was a hero, beloved by millions, a undoubted force for good in an often cruel and selfish world.

And she’d left him to die.

She closed the browser, no longer able to bear the accusation in his eyes.

“Are you alright, Miss?”

The taxi driver was watching her in the rear view mirror.

“I’m fine. Thank you.“

She let out a breath as his eyes returned to the road ahead. But he wasn’t done:

“Long day was it?”

“Something like that.”

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For the second time in as many months Virgil vowed to chase Brains up on the speed upgrade to Two. It was absolutely pointless trying to catch up to his brother who could be halfway to anywhere by now. Thankfully, he had John and Five.

“Virgil! He’s heading back your way.”

“What?”

“One just did a U-Turn. She’s heading straight for you.”

“What do you mean “straight”?”

“A collision course. Virgil, I think you should get ready to take evasive action.”

Even at a moderate speed the two birds making any kind of head on contact…even a wing clip, meant mutually assured destruction. Was Two nimble enough to avoid that?

Scott would never risk Virgil being hurt.

But… he remembered the cold, unfamiliar look on the former fighter-pilot’s face as he’d spun to face him not ten minutes before. Was his brother in a state to know who was flying the ship chasing him down?

Virgil bit back a scream.

“Can’t EOS…?”

“No. She can’t. He’s blocked her access.”

Virgil looked down at the Atlantic far below him. Could he drop his ship safely on the surface of the water? He cut his speed.

“I’m tracking her path, I’ll tell you when to move.”

This couldn’t be happening. He tried the comm again, fighting to keep his voice calm and unthreatening:

“Scotty? Can you hear me bro? It’s me, Virgil. Please pick up? Please?”

“25 seconds, Virgil. Start reducing altitude.”

White knuckled, he tipped Two’s nose downwards and went to accelerate.

“Wait!”

“What? What???!”

“It’s ok. It’s ok, he’s adjusted course to pass on your port side. I’m… I misunderstood what… I’m sorry to have worried you.” John sounded almost light headed.

With her familiar crack-boom One shot past in a blur. Virgil flinched as her vapour trail crystallised on her sister’s windscreen for a few moments. He levelled Two off and pulled up the graphical readout of One’s tracker. Scott appeared to have done one of his signature handbrake turns and was heading back towards him at a more sedate pace… the rocket’s trajectory heading safely to the left of Two. Gleaming silver came into view alongside and Scott matched the green ship’s pace, the way he often did on journeys home from the more difficult rescues. Those times when Virgil knew his big brother needed company more than the adrenaline rush of g force and extreme speed.

The comm remained muted, but they were together. And that, until they got home at least, was all that mattered.

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The lift was broken again and Estera truly empathised with it as she dragged herself to the 5th floor. Her limbs were jelly and once she was on the right side of her front door she considered just lying down in the hall and having done with it. At which point 60 kilos of floof and enthusiasm canonballed into her and she realised with a quiet groan that she had to take him out before he destroyed everything in her apartment. Glancing down at her dusty sleeves as they contrasted with Bez’s snowy fur, she resolved to shower and change first else people would think she’d just escaped from a disaster zone.

Not so different from the state she was in when she first got here come to think of it. The darkness of the following few days in Processing crowded in on her and she didn’t have the energy to push it away. It was all too close to the surface today.

Bez licked the salt off her cheek.

With what felt like superhuman effort she dragged herself upright. At least here she had her own shower. And clean towels. Squeezing past the wall of hair she made it to the kitchen, draped her coat and bag over the back of a chair and spotted the note on the table:

Walked Niebieski. Soup in fridge. Glad you are safe.

Edith & George

She blinked back more tears. The elderly couple next door were an absolute godsend.

Ok. Shower. Soup. Stupid movie to prevent too much thought. Could maybe make some popcorn. That was a plan.

She did like a plan.

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The pool slid closed overhead and Scott allowed himself a few moments to sit back and breathe before regrouping and running through the comfortingly routine process of post-flight checks. His shoulder twinged sharply and that itchy trickling sensation reminded him that steristrips were no match for the physicality of flying a supersonic jet.

His vision lurched as her voice came back to him and he desperately focussed on grounding himself. He could hear the creaking of cooling engines, feel the harness over his shoulders, the seat beneath and around him. Wait, something else was off too. Something was pressing uncomfortably into his hip… he leaned to the side to extract the item from his baldric. A tiny Thunderbird 2 looked up from his palm, accusingly. His hand shook and the toy dropped, hitting the deck far below with a distant ping.

He stared down into the abyss.

Virgil was right. It wasn’t safe. HE wasn’t safe. If he couldn’t trust his mind to stay on track then he couldn’t be trusted. How could he keep his brothers safe from the world when he couldn’t even keep them safe from himself?

He tightened his fingers around the levers, every inch of the ship’s controls so familiar it was like an extension of his own limbs. Closer to him than his flight suit in a way. One was a part of him. IR was a part of him. Maybe the majority part. Certainly the best part.

If he couldn’t do this… then…

No. He shouldn’t think like that. He just needed more time. He flicked the switch to extend the chair and took a purposeful step down on to the gantry.

He had an apology to deliver.

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Virgil looked down at his twitching, sleeping brother and fought back the urge to bear hug him and never let go. There had been plenty of those earlier. Scott begging for forgiveness he didn’t need. Virgil and John trying to reassure him, their words seeming so powerless and both desperately hoping that holding him tight could somehow piece their hero back together.

He hadn’t expected the honesty. That was new.

Scott had looked Virgil in the eye and told him he was right. He wasn’t ready, he wasn’t safe, he wasn’t ok. Virgil had shaken his head, denying the words he’d said over and over this last week. He didn’t want to be right. It was too painful. It wasn’t fair.

But Scott had been adamant - he was grounding himself for another fortnight. He needed time to process. Something had triggered him, he acknowledged that much, but he wasn’t ready to talk about it yet. He’d lowered his eyes and quietly asked if they wouldn’t mind staying with him because he didn’t want to be alone.

As if he could stop them.

And so the six of them crowded into the lounge in a nest of blankets, fluffy cushions and rogue bits of popcorn. Scott had sagged against Virgil’s shoulder and passed out not half an hour into the film. John curled on big brother’s other side, if he was asleep it was likely with one eye open. Allie and Gordon were a tangle of limbs on the floor while Kayo dozed with her head atop the pile.

They’d get through this together as they always had. As Virgil watched, Scott sighed in his sleep and his face relaxed. He was here and he was safe. Hopefully tonight the nightmares would leave him in peace.

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Estera braced her feet and shoulders against the splintering wood and bit through her lip as she tried to remain silent despite the terror of the world tilting and sliding. The rumble of aircraft engines filled her head to the point where she wondered if she could even remember any other sound. But she knew where she was. This was to be expected. It would end soon. It had to.

The unsecured packing crate slammed into something again, her head rebounding painfully off the inside and she was consumed by nausea. The tiniest sob escaped and she froze. With a click the lid was opened and blinding light flooded into her streaming eyes as she tried to focus on the figure leaning towards her. It was him! Was she saved? Was she safe?

No.

Dread filled every cell of her body. Vivid blue eyes looked down at her but they were unseeing. A dark line ran from the corner of his mouth and then red, sickly gleaming red was everywhere. His blood was everywhere and it was her fault. His body fell heavily on top of her and the lid was slammed shut and she screamed for help until her throat burned.

Nobody came.

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#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #scott tracy #virgil tracy #john tracy #idontknowreallywhy fanfic #Estera #Tw: ptsd #Tw: implied violence #Tw: mild horror #TB Estera

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kachowkachowhowyoulikemenow · 6 days

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You guys know the drill already !! My friend @sadgirlbutnotagirlvampire and I are writing a homestuck fic in honour of 4/13!! I'm super excited to share it with y'all, and the first chapter is officially up!

Summary:

The people don't know his name, not really- hearing “the big guy” or “that guard” more often from citizens of Alternia. He prefers that, though. Better to go unnoticed than stand out in his books.

However, in the castle's ranks, everyone knows his name. Karkat Vantas. The invalid. The freak. Eridan’s closest and most loyal guard, and Alternia’s greatest shame.

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TLDR Royalty AU where Eridan is the Emperor of Alternia, and Karkat is his bodyguard. Oh and also Karkat writes romance novels on the side. And he’s a mutant. And Eridan doesn’t know.

Shit.

#erikar #eridan ampora #karkat vantas #karkat homestuck #homestuck eridan #homestuck #happy 413 #413 #my fics #Jamie if youre reading this babygirl stay away from my ao3!!#its not for you!!!

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notanothersongaboutlovebracket · 1 year

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HIIIII!

Warning! This was a lot of work so sorry for any errors and I do know that many songs could be moved to other categories, but I tried to balance everything and that's why the list looks like that!

No pics yet, but here are songs that:

Automatically go into The Ultimate NOT Another Song About Love Bracket (44 songs):

100 Gecs - I got my tooth removed (aka Dental Work Song)

Ado - Usseewa (aka Shut Up Song)

Bill Wurtz - At The Corner Store (aka Corner Store Song)

Bryant Oden - The Duck Song (aka Prank Song)

Danny Gonzalez - Bag Tho (aka Youtubers Song)

Maxwell Anthony - Aromantic moodboard (aka Aromantic Song)

Joan Jett - Bad Reputation (aka Bad Reputation Song)

Paul McCartney - Band On The Run (aka Band Break-Up Song)

Cavetown - Boys will be bugs (aka Boyhood Song)

ERA - Ameno (aka Dog Latin Song)

The Academic - Not Your Summer (aka Summer Song)

Dropkick Murphys - Rose Tattoo (aka Tattoo Song)

Psychostick - We Ran out of CD Space (aka What if? Song)

The Eagles - Hotel California (aka American Culture Song)

Kero Kero Bonito - It's Bugsnax! (aka Bugsnax Song)

Saint Motel - Honest Feedback (aka Criticism Song)

Rolling Stones - Sympathy For The Devil (aka The Devil Song)

Johnny Manchild and the Poor Bastards - Gestapo (aka Fuck Donald Trump Song)

Owl City - Fireflies (aka Insomnia Song)

Bo Burnham - Welcome to the Internet (aka The Internet Song)

They Might Be Giants - Istanbul (Not Constantinople) (aka Istanbul Song)

Tom Cardy - Hey, I don't work here (aka Sudden Alien Invasion Song)

Lemon Demon - Spiral of Ants (aka Animal Metaphor Song)

Satellite High - The Bus Is Late (Waiting For The Bus In The Rain) (aka Late Bus song)

The Beatles - Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds (aka Lucy Song)

sidney gish - persephone (aka Mispronunciation Song)

Jorge Velosa - La cucharita (aka Spoon Song)

Jhariah - DEBT COLLECTOR (aka Problems Song)

jimmy dean - big bad john (aka Sacrifice Song)

Johnny Cash - Folsom Prison Blues (aka Regret Song)

The Narcissist Cookbook - Sugar In My Coffee (aka Food Metaphor Song)

Echosmith - Cool Kids (aka High School Song)

Car Seat Headrest - It's Only Sex (aka Asexuality Song)

Lemon Demon - Amnesia was her name (aka Amnesia Song)

The Doors - People Are Strange (aka Alienation Song)

Tally Hall - Banana Man (aka Food Song)

Jessica Law - This is Not a Place of Honour (aka Devastation song)

Mermaid Sisters - Galactic mermaid (aka Frustration song)

Pinnochiop - God-ish (aka Modern Culture Critic Song)

Owl City - Peppermint Winter (aka Christmas Song)

Green Day - Longview (aka Boredom Song)

Bastille - Daniel in the Den (aka Betrayal Song)

AsapScience - Periodic Table Song (... you get that one, I think)

Pete Seegar - Oh Freedom (aka Freedom Song)

Are part of Mental issues Song Bracket (8 from 75):

AJJ - Body Terror Song

AJR - Karma

Ashnikko - Panic Attacks in Paradise

awfultune - Redesign

Cg5 - Freak Out

Cg5 and The Living Tombstone - 4get

Chameleon Circuit - Nightmares

Creep-P - Exorcism

Danger Mouse, Daniele Luppe, Jack White - Two Against One

Eden Epinosa - Waiting in the Wings

Eve - Dramaturgy; Literary Nonsense; Tokyo Ghetto; How to Eat Life

Fin Argus - Ship in a bottle

Fish in a Birdcage - Fish in a birdcage

Florence + the machine - free; falling

Gabby Young and Other Animals - In Your Head

grandson - In Over My Head; Despicable; Identity

Green Day - Boulevard of Broken Dreams

Guchiry - Abnormality Dancing Girl

inabakumori - Lagtrain

Jack stauber - Dinner is not over

Jamie Christopherson - Only Thing I Know for Real

Jhariah - Flight of the Crows

Jhariah, Luis Chavez - These 4 Walls

Junie & TheHutFriends - The Consequence Of Imagination Is Fear

Kero KERO boni - toId rather sleep

Lemon Demon - I’ve got some falling to do

MGK - 9 lives

Miracle Musical - Labyrinth

mitski - a burning hill

Neru - Lost One's Weeping

Pale Waves - Noises

Patrick Stump - Explode

Qbomb - Everything is fine

Raghd - Pressure

Rainbow Kitten Surprise - It's Called: Freefall

Red Vox - In the Garden

Shayfer James - Your Father's Son

sidney gish - sin triangle

Simple Plan - Welcome to my life

Sufjan Stevens - I Want to Be Well

syudou - Bitter Choco Decoration

The Arcadian Wild - Tell It Like It Is

The cast of Next to Normal - Wish I were here

the crane wives - hollow moon; nothing at all

The Eagles - Desperado

the mountain goats - up the wolves

The score - Strange

This Could Be On Broadway - Just My Luck

Toh Kay - With Any Sort of Certainty

TUYU - I'm getting on the bus to the other world, see ya!

wilbur soot - since I saw vienna

Will Wood - Marsha, Thankk You for the Dialectics, but I Need You to Leave; BlackBoxWarrior

will wood and the tapeworms - red moon

half alive - What's Wrong

Wowaka - Rolling Girl

The Weakerthans - Plea from a Cat Named Virtute

Cavetown - Home

Marina and the Diamonds - Are You Satisfied?

The Amazing Devil - The Old Witch Sleep and The Good Man Grace

the police - synchronicity ii

Eminem - Stan

Tears For Fears - Mad World

Gary Jules - Mad World

Jessica Darrow - Surface Pressure

Katherine Lynn-Rose - Price of Perfection; Top of my school

Kimya Dawson - Tree Hugger

Are part of War/History Song Bracket (2 from 24):

10000 Maniacs - Gun shy

Don Mclean - The Grave

Dropkick Murphys - Green Fields of France

Sting - The Russians

The Amazing Devil - Elsa's Song

The Cranberries - Zombie

The Mechanisms - Rose Red; Our Boy Jack; No Happy Ending

U2 - Sunday Bloody Sunday

Thirty Seconds to Mars - This is War

Nena - 99 Luftballons

My Chemical Romance - Mama

Bastille - Pompeii

pigwiththefaceofaboy - Complete History of the Soviet Union, Arranged to the Melody of Tetris

the buttress - brutus

Ghost and Pals - Aura

Weezer - The British Are Coming

The Buggles - Video Killed The Radio Star

Jayli Wolf - Child of the Government

Gordon Lightfoot - The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald

Paul Brady - Arthur McBride, or The Recruiting Seargent

Sabaton - The Attack of the Dead Men

Charming Disaster - Radium Girls

Are part of Revenge/Confrontation Song Bracket (4 from 36):

100 Gecs - Sympathy 4 The Grinch

Alice Francis - Shoot Him Down!

The Decemberists - Mariner's Revenge Song

Ryan Scott Oliver - Leave, Luanne

Aviators - Red Water Dreams

Bring Me The Horizon - medicine

Da games - Moving up in the world

Dalton Deschain & the Traveling Show - Devil's Night

Death Note the Musical - Playing His Game

Fish in a Birdcage - Four Aces

grandson - Bury Me Face Down

dead end paranormal park - My Frankenstein

I don’t know how but they found me - Choke

Jeremy Irons - Be Prepared

Jhariah - Whose Eye Is It Anyway???

Miles Luna and Benjamin Zecker - Better Than You

Naethan Apollo - You’re Not Welcome

Nightmare Time - Yellow Jacket

Olivia Olsen and Ashley Tisdale - Busted

Poor Man's Poison - Hell's Coming with Me

Queen - Death on Two Legs

Scene queen - The rapture (but it's pink)

steampianist - black hole

The Crane Wives - Take Me to War

the living tombstone, eliemonty - die in a fire

Vane Lilly - Perfectly Sweet

Warren Zevon - Roland the Headless Thompson Gunner

StarKid (Twisted Musical) - No One Remembers Achmed

Lord Huronthe - World Ender

Lestat the Musical - After All This Time

ponyphonic - the moon rises

Schell Games - I Expect You To Die

Set It Off - Wolf in Sheep's Clothing

Martina McBride - Independence Day

Bruce Springsteen - Death to My Hometown

Gaelic Storm - The Night that I Punched Russel Crowe

Are part of Animal Song Mini Bracket (1 from 12):

DaniwellP - Nyanyanyanyanyanyanya!

Djjack - Pink Elephants on Parade

GWSNRecipe ~ For Simon

Hullabaloo - Mama Llama

Kila - Howls the wolf

Subwolfer - Give that wolf a banana

Nickel Creek - The Fox

Lemon Demon - Jaws

Thurl Ravenscroft - Everybody Wants to Be a Cat

Jonti Picking - Owls

Will Wood - Tomcat Disposables

mewithoutYou - The Fox, The Crow And The Cookie

Are part of Family Song Bracket (4 from 40):

ABBA - Slipping Through my Fingers

AJR - Dear Winter

Alex Benjamin - If We Have Each Other

The Crane Wives - Never Love an Anchor

Belle - Gales of Song

birds of tokyo - my darling, my son

Brotherhood of man - Save your kisses for me

Cat Stevens - Father and son

Clyde Rabatel (from No Straight Roads Soundtrack) - DK West Encounter 3

Conan Gray - Family Line

Daði freyr - Think about things

Evelyn Evelyn - Evelyn Evelyn

Gregory & The Hawk - Boats & Birds

Johnny Cash - Boy Named Sue

Kacey Musgraves - Mother

Kodaline - Brother

lucy dacus - my mother & I

Of monsters and men - King and Lionheart

Starkid - When the World’s at Stake; The Power in Me

Passion Pit - Take a Walk

Phineas and Ferb Cast - Us Against the Universe

Radical Face - Always Gold

Set It Off - Dad's Song

Stromae - Papaoutai

Tayc - Qui

beetlejuice the musical - dead mom

twenty øne piløts - My Blood

MGK - Last November

Jessie Shelton (36 Questions Musical) - Our Word

Sasha Alex Sloan - Older

Marina and the Diamonds - The Family Jewels

Mitski - Class of 2013

The Amazing Devil - Welly Boots

Laura Shigihara - Jump

The Mechanisms - Once and Future King

Vienna Teng - Grandmother Song

Sleeping at last - Heirloom

surfjan stevens - should have known better

Rammstein - Dalai Lama

Are part of Friendship Song Bracket (2 from 28):

ABBA - Chiquitita Ross Lynch - Can't Do it Without You

BB Bean - Two Best Friends

Bears in Trees - Little Cellist

Beetlebug - Overgrown Garden

Catherine Warwick - Bein' Friends

Cavetown - Lemon Boy

Conan Gray - Best Friend

concrete blonde - take me home

harumaki gohan - cobalt memories

Julie and the Phantoms cast - Flying Solo

Kimya Dawson - Loose Lips

Louie Zong and Brian David Gilbert - Breezy Slide

Madison Reyes, Jadah Marie - Main Thing

Peach Pit - Tommys Party

Radical Face - Summer Skeletons

Sea Wolf - Old Friend

Taylor Swift - seven

The Scary Jokes - Friends With You

Toby Fox - His Theme

Varsity - Krissy

Wicked - Defying Gravity

Laufey - Best friend

depeche mode - never let me down again

Ghost Mice - Free Pizza For Life

Taylor Swift and HAIM - No body, no crime

The Chicks - Goodbye Earl

Gang of Youths - Achilles, Come Down

Are part of Crime Song Bracket (2 from 28):

Anthony Warlow - Alive

Jhariah - Knives Are Dangerous, Kid, So Cut the Theatrics!

Creature feature - The art of poisoning

Crooked Still - Wind and Rain/Twa Sisters

Danny Gonzales - I'm gonna kill Santa Claus

Death Grips - Beware

Foster The People - Pumped Up Kicks

Kanannon - The Riddle Solver Who Can't Solve Riddles

KuragePChururira - Chururira Daddadda

Lemon Demon - Sweet Bod

Queen - Bohemian Rhapsody

Sodikken - people eater

steampianisti - feed

Teddy Hyde - Terry's Taxidermy

The Beatles - Maxwell’s Silver Hammer

The Cranberries - The icicle melts

The Garages - Firewalker with me

The Protomen - The Hounds

Tom Lehrer - Poisoning Pigeons in the Park

Warrant - Uncle Tom's Cabin

Yugami-P - Alice human sacrifice

The Stupendium - Fiend Like Me

Eliza Carthy - Mrs Dyer The Baby Farmer

George Ezra - Drawing Board

The Mechanisms - Lucky Sevens

The Crane Wives - Curses

Louis Armstrong - Mack the Knife

Panic! At The Disco - Time to Dance

Are part of Addiction Song Mini Bracket (1 from 12):

AJR - Weak

Linkin Park- Breaking The Habit

SIAMÉS - THE WOLF

Dresden Dolls - My Alcoholic Friends

Eric Clapton - Cocaine

Florence + The Machine - Morning Elvis

Franz Ferdinand - Ulysses

grandson - Overdose; Pain Shopping

Jack Stauber - Coffee

Ringo Starr - The No No Song

The Living Tombstone - Drunk

The replacements - Here comes a regular

Are part of Fame Song preliminary poll (1 from 7):

Albert Hammond - It never rains in southern California

Bug Hunter - Disco! in the Panic Room

Grand Commander - Fuck you im going underground

John Douglass aka jacksfilms - We're all just assholes talking to a camera

Måneskin - Gossip

The neighbourhood - Wires

Taylor Swift - Long Live

Are part of Supernatural Song Bracket (4 from 36):

Heather Dale - Black Fox

Lord Huron - Dead Man’s Hand

Alex Brightman, Sophia Anne Caruso - Say My Name

Lemon Demon - Cabinet Man

Ludo - Lake Pontchartrain

Alex Brightman, Sophia Anne Caruso - Say My Name

Bear Ghost - Necromancin Dancin

Blue Oyster Cult - Godzilla

Bobby "boris" Pickett - monster mash

Charming Disaster - Wishing Well

Creature feature - The Greatest Show Unearthed

David Bowie - Magic dance

Feuerschwanz - Untot im Drachenboot

Single File - Zombies Ate My Neighbors

The Darkness - Black Shuck

The Longest Johns - Moby Duck

Weird Al Yankovic - Jurassic Park

Periphery - Reptile

steampianist - to our colorful scintillating future

Nancy Kerr - Fragile Water

The Hush Sound - Lighthouse

Cave mouth - Hecate

Kurt Elling - Nature boy

S. J. Tucker - Cheshire Kitten

The Living Tombstone ft. BSlick & Crusher-P - 1000 Doors

Jessica Law - Raising the Dead!

the forgetmenauts - charlatan in red

Everything Everything - Leviathan

The Searchers - Love Potion Number Nine

Tenacious D - Tribute

Thoushaltnot - The Haunted Phonograph

Heather Dale - Changeling Child

The lab rats - Devil's train

The Mechanisms - The Riddle Of The Sphinx

S.J. Tucker - Song of the Witches

Bug Hunter - 2 Bed, 2 Bath, and a Ghost

Are part of Piracy/Western Song Bracket (1 from 16):

Fish in a Birdcage Rule #23 - Birds of a Feather

Alestorm - Drink

The Longest Johns - The Last Bristolian Pirate; Wellerman

Master Bones Jangle - The Derelict

Brillig - The old captain

The Arrogant Worms - The Last Sasketchewan Pirate

Stan Rogers - Barrett’s Priveteers

The Longest Johns - Off to Sea

Brian David Gilbert - Pumpkin Cowboy

glen campbell - Rhinestone Cowboy

Jim Croce - You Don’t Mess Around With Jim

Charlie Daniels Band - The Devil Went Down to Georgia

Marty Robbins - Big Iron

Tom Cardy - The Ballad of Smokin' Joe Rudeboy

John Denver - Take Me Home, Country Roads

Are part of Positivity Song Bracket (4 from 52):

AURORA - Running with the wolves

Avril Lavigne - Here's to Never Growing Up

Bon Jovi - It's My Life

Brent Morgan - Gonna Be Okay

Caleb Hyles - Amber and Rain

Chip Skylark - My Shiny Teeth and Me

Colbie Caillat - Try

Death - Let The World Turn

Death Cab for Cutie - Grapevine Fires

Delta Rae - Dance in the Graveyards

dodie - Secret for the Mad

Elsa - Show Yourself

Florence and the machine - daffodil

Go! Child - Outro

Harold Melvin & the Blue Notes - Wake Up Everybody

I Fight Dragons - Disaster Hearts

Jeff Williams - This Life is Mine

Jimmy Cliff - You Can Get It If You Really Want It

Kenny Loggins - Footloose

Lord Huron - Until the Night Turns

Louis Armstrong - What A Wonderful World

Måneskin - Zitti E buoni

MARINA - Ancient Dreams In A Modern Land

Mother Mother - Infinitesimal

OR3O - Living on

Paloma Faith - Upside Down

Rachel Platten - Fight Song

Rhett and Link - I'm On Vacation

Rhythm Heaven - Beautiful One Day

Rise Against - Tragedy + Time

Something Else Yt - I’m Something Else

Sonic adventure 2 - Escape from the city

Stan Rogers - The Mary Ellen Carter

Steam Powered Giraffe - Malfunction

Steppen Wolf - Born The Be Wild

Surfaces - Sunday Best

Tamino - Indigo Night

The Black-Eyed Peas - I Gotta Feeling

The Cog is Dead - Weird

The Crane Wives - Volta; Turn Out The Lights

The Crüxshadows - Quicksilver

The Mowglis - Bad Dream

Thomas Rhett - Be a Light

Vanessa Doofenshmirtz - I'm Me

Jack Johnson - Upside Down

VHS Christmas Carol - Christmas Electricity

Frank Sinatra - My Way

Tank and the Bangas - Black Folk

Survivor - Eye of the Tiger

The Stupendium - Shine Through

Are part of Mortality Song Bracket (4 from 54):

AJR - Bang!

Bears in Trees - Doing This Again!

Beth Kinderman - Refusal of the Call

Bowling for Soup - 1985

Coldplay - Viva la Vida

Dan Deacon - When I Was Done Dying

Dayglow - Junior Varsity

Death Cab for Cutie - Gold Rush

Ed Sheeran - Castle on the Hill

Eurielle - City of the Dead

House Phone - Drinking Song

Jeff Williams feat. Meredith Hagan - Contact Redux

Lord Huron - Frozen Pines

Lorde - Ribs

Madilyn Mei - Have I Outgrown Minecraft?

Megadeth - Time: The Beginning

My Chemical Romance - Welcome to the Black Parade; The Foundations Of Decay

No, really - Beginning of the end

Oingo Boingo - Dead man's party

Rusty Cage - The Hearse Song

Orla Gartland - Souvenirs

Pale Waves - Act My Age

Peter, Paul, and Mary - Puff the Magic Dragon

Pim Stones - We Have It all

Radical Face - All Is Well (Goodbye, Goodbye)

Saintseneca - How many blankets are in the world?

The arcadian wild - The graduate

the cast of Adventure Time - Time Adventure

The Crane Wives - Keep You Safe

The Gregory Brothers - The Last Goodbye

The Kingston Trio - Where Have All The Flowers Gone

the mountain goats - pale green things; bleed out

the replacements - birthday gal

They Might Be Giants - Am I Awake?

Too Small the Limelight - Anatomy of a Car Crash

Will Wood - Cicada Days; Euthanasia

Yorushika - Say it

Alec Benjamin - Outrunning Karma

Anthony Warlow - I Need To Know

half.alive - creature

The Hoosiers - Goodbye Mr A

The Hush Sound - That's Okay

Judy Kuhn - Just Around the Riverbend

The Beatles - Eleanor Rigby

The Mechanisms - Losing Track

The Audreys - Sometimes the Stars

Eve - Fight Song

John Mayer - Waiting on the World to Change

Jukebox the Ghost - Fire In the Sky/Where are all the Scientists Now?/A Matter of Time

Jessica Law - Six Years

The Highwaymen - Highwayman

Are part of Morality Song preliminary poll (1 from 6):

Alec Benjamin - Outrunning Karma

Anthony Warlow - I Need To Know

Yorushika - Say it

Twisted the Untold Story of a Royal Vizier - Twisted

The Oh Hellos - Dear Wormwood

Tears for Fears - Everybody wants to rule the world

Are part of Alter Ego/Duality Song Mini Bracket (1 from 12):

Anthony Warlow - Confrontation

grandson - The Ballad of G and X

Eden Espinosa and Jeremy Jordan - Nothing Left to Lose

Brasma - Oh, Funny! (How The Sea Goes Round)

Jessica Law - Jekyll & Hyde 4eva

The Amazing Devil - Farewell Wanderlust

The Guy Who Didn't Like Musicals - Let It Out

Will Wood - Dr Sunshine is Dead

Billy Idol - Plastic Jesus

Hozier and Bear McCreary - Blood upon the snow

NF - HOPE

Street People - Facade

Are part of Music Song Mini Bracket (1 from 14):

Billy Joel - Piano Man

Bob Seger - Old Time Rock n Roll

Chuck Berry - Johnny B. Goode

Death - David's dream

Heaven Pierce Her - Altars of Apostasy

Johann Sebastian Bach - Toccata and Fugue in D minor

KEYGEN CHURCH - Tenebre Rosso Sangue

OMORI - not-so-empty house

Saint Motel - A Good Song Never Dies

Tally Hall - Welcome to Tally Hall

Wild Cherry - Play that Funky Music

Don McLean - American Pie

Sarah Bareilles - Love Song

Kenny Loggins - One Small Voice

Are part of Dance Song preliminary poll (1 from 7):

ABBA - Dancing Queen

Caramell - Caramelldansen

dArtagnan - Tanz in den Mai

Loosey Laduca - Let Loose

Miriam Makaba - Pata Pata

The Bangles - Walk Like an Egyptian

The Spinners - The Rubberband Man

Are part of Sci-Fi Song Bracket (1 from 20):

Basset - Perfect Human

Brendon Small - The Ocean Galaktik

Bryce Dessner, Sufjan Stevens, James McAlister, Nic Muhly - Jupiter

Heather Sanders - Call the Navigator

Portal - Still alive

Qbomb - 1000000 ad

Steam powered giraffe - Brass goggles

Heather Dale - I.S.S. (Is Somebody Singing?)

TWRP - Starlight Brigade

Brad Sucks - Lonely

Mili - String Theocracy

Cepheid - Goddess

The Mechanisms - Lost in The Cosmos; Alice; Redeath; Frankenstein; Gunpowder Tim vs. The Moon Kaiser

Train - Drops of Jupiter

The Killers - Spaceman

Alderon Tyran - Dawson's Christian

The Hound + The Fox - The Paradox

Are part of Social issues Song Bracket (2 from 44):

A perfect circle - Counting Bodies Like Sheep to the Rhythm of the War Drum

Billy Joel - We Didn't Start the Fire

Bo Burnham - Channel 5 News

Bob Marley & The Wailers - I Shot the Sheriff

concrete blonde - god is a bullet

Eddie Grant - Electric Avenue

Geoff Berner - Daloy polizei

grandson - Dirty; Is This What You Wanted; Bills; Blood // Water

Harry Belafonte Day OIskwe - Little Star

John Lennon - Working Class Hero

konstrakta - in corpore sano

Leonard Cohen - Everybody Knows

Les Misérables Cast - Do You Hear the People Sing

lovejoy - the fall

Megson - Generation Rent

muse - explorers

Newsies Cast - Watch What Happens

Poor Man's Poison - Feed the Machine

Shayfer James - Weight of the World

Shinedown - Planet Zero

Steampianist - Dream Eating Machine

Steven Sondheim - Another national anthem

Suzanne Vega - Luka

The Beatles - Black Bird

The Black-Eyed Peas - Where is the Love

The Crane Wives - The Hand That Feeds

The Strokes - The Adults Are Talking

Tikkle Me - Blow My Brains Out

Tom Morello, Shea Diamond, Dan Reynolds, The Bloody Beetroots - Stand Up

Arcade Fire - We exist

Vienna Teng - The Hymn of Axiom

Froukje - Groter Dan Ik

Simon and Garfunkel - The Sound of Silence

James Currier - A Fertile Wood at Heart

Bring Me The Horizon - Happy Song

Ralph McTell - The Streets of London

Ren - Money Game 2

Hozier - Eat your young

Greek Fire - A Real Life

Rare Americans - Love Is All I Bring

Penelope Scott - Dead girls

Are part of Biographic Song/Character Theme Mini Bracket (2 from 18):

Boney M. - Rasputin

Don Mclean - Vincent

TeamFourStar - Alexander Anderson

The Cast of Centaurworld - The Nowhere King

They Might Be Giants - Doctor Worm

Tom Lehrer - Lobachevsky

Sabaton - The Unkillable Soldier; White Death

Leonard Nimoy - The Ballad of Bilbo Baggins

Sonya Belousova - Toss a Coin to Your Witcher

Sabaton - Father

Mili - Salt Pepper Birds and the Thought Police

Weird Al Yankovic - The Jedi Song

The Doubleclicks - Wonder

Rare Americans - Brittle Bones Nicky

Jim's Big Ego - The Ballad of Barry Allen

The Mechanisms - Hereward The Wake

Sabaton - A Ghost in the Trenches

Are part of Creativity/Tropes/Games Song preliminary poll (1 from 7):

David Bowie - Life on Mars?

Foster the People - Best Friend

Waterparks - Mad All the Time Nicholas Karr and Scott Wozniak - Stupid Nintendo games

Jason Charles Miller - Your Turn to Roll

the mountain goats - wage wars get rich die handsome

Will Wood - The Main Character

Are part of Faith Song Mini Bracket (2 from 18):

Arcade Fire - Here Comes The Night Time

concrete blonde - tomorrow, wendy

Eric Clapton - Swing Low Sweet Chariot

Ghost - He Is

Joan Osborne - One Of Us

K-modo - You will believe

Lemon Demon - Ask For Nothing

mewithoutYou - The King Beetle on a Coconut Estate

Moon walker - I'm afraid I'll go to heaven

the crane wives - the garden

the oh hellos - passerine

The Rare Occasions - Notion

Ben Caplan - Birds With Broken Wings

GHOST - Honey I’m Home

The Dear Hunter - Wait

The Narcissist Cookbook - Apple

Therapy? - Turn

Tub Ring - Impress Your Creators

Are part of Gender Song preliminary poll (1 from 11):

green day - king for a day

Mother mother - Verbatim

Penny parker - Metamorphosis

She/her/hers - Gender is boring

Shea Diamond - I Am Her

teniwoha - Villain

Will Wood - I/Me/Myself

Christine and the Queens/Red Car - Christine

the replacements - androgynous

Ezra Furman - Maraschino-Red Dress $8.99 From Goodwill

The Doubleclicks - I'm Winning

Are part of Womanhood Song Mini Bracket (1 from 12):

Dolly Parton - 9 to 5

Emilie Autumn - Thank God I'm Pretty

Little Simz - Woman

LOONA - So What

Queen - Killer Queen

Florence + The Machine - King

Donna Summer - She Works Hard For The Money

The Crane Wives - Ribs

Veruca Salt - Seether

Alvan & Ahez - Fulenn

Reba McEntire - Fancy

Seanan McGuire - Wicked Girls Saving Ourselves

Are part of Travel/Journey Song preliminary poll (1 from 6):

The Beatlesøns - The Yukon Song

Byrds - 8 Miles High

The High Kings - The Rocky Road to Dublin

The Mountain Goats - Parisian Enclave

Shakushain - Wednesday Campanella

Hadestown Cast - Wait for Me

Are part of Greed Song preliminary poll (1 from 6):

The 88 feat. Lorax Cast - Biggering

Lemon Demon - Redesign Your Logo

Patrick Stump - Greed

Pink Williams - The Devil is Real

Dire Straits - Industrial Disease

The Oncler - How Bad Can I Be?

Are part of Dystopia/Propaganda/Preconceptions Song preliminary poll (1 from 9):

The Stupendium - The Fine Print

The Stupendium - Rest Employed

The Stupendium - And So We Fall

The Stupendium & Dan Bull - It's A Joy

Crusher-P - Propaganda!

Hadestown Cast - Why we build the wall

Encanto Cast - We Don't Talk About Bruno

Connor Spiotto - The Villain I Appear To Be

Raye Zaragoza - They Say

Are part of preliminary Nature Song poll (1 from 4):

S. J. Tucker - Firebird's child

Eddie Rabbitt - I Love A Rainy Night

John Anderson - Seminole Wind

Cosmo Sheldrake - The Moss

Are part of preliminary Marriage/Divorce Song poll (1 from 4):

Cécile Corbel - Le bal de chats

The mountain goats - No children

AJR - My Play

Cavetown - Devil Town

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