#welcome to the cars that are gay blog where all the cars are gay
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I saw this on twitter and had to do a cars version:)
(Let's ignore the fact that francesco could fit all 3 anyway)
#disney cars#pixar cars#lightning mcqueen#Jackson storm#francesco bernoulli#welcome to the cars that are gay blog where all the cars are gay
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Rewatching Death Takes a Holiday
Welcome to “All This Ep Needs Is Cas and a Pottery Wheel: A Supernatural Rewatch Blog” with Lor and Mace!
Up today, s4e15: Death Takes a Holiday
Bobby alerts the boys to a town where no one has died for weeks—even those who definitely should have, like a man who was shot point-blank in the chest. Upon investigation, they find the last person to die in the town, a teenager named Cole, who reports that when he died a Reaper appeared but was then taken away by black smoke. With help from Pam, Sam and Dean enter the spirit world, where they discover that Alastair is kidnapping reapers because killing Reapers is one of the seals. They are able to stop Alastair from breaking the seal, but Pam is killed by a demon before they can help her. After the boys stop Alaister, he confronts Dean alone and tells Dean that he cannot escape him. Castiel appears, zapping Alastair away, and congratulates Dean on stopping the seal from breaking before revealing that it was not Bobby who called them about the town, but him. Dean askes Cas why they can’t make more exceptions about who has to die—after all, Cas saved him from hell. Dean is unimpressed by Cas’s answer that Dean is different.
Below is a log of our real-time reactions as we watched. Remember that there may be spoilers for any part of SPN’s 15-season run here. Note also that the nature of our conversation is adult and thus it may contain adult language and themes.
[and we begin:]
Mace:
ugh alastair. he’s so gross
Lor:
nothing stays dead in Supernatural
Mace:
snork
except women
Lor:
except extras in the cold open, so something's hinky
HA
Mace:
and sometimes gays
Lor:
stupid show
Mace:
the worst
no, you’re a donut, you donut
Lor:
RIGHT?
who uses donut that way? (I love you, Dean)
Mace:
Ha!
Lor:
aw, fraught brothers
Mace:
oh Jesus, Dean, stop being a drama queen and get in the car
Lor:
LOL
Mace:
Iiii, don’t remember this ep at all (so far at least)
Lor:
I have the vaguest recollection but I don't know where they are going at all
Mace:
ooooh CAS REFERENCE (sort of)
Lor:
CAAAAAAAAS
I mean, Dean was literally just pulled out of hell by an angel, guys
I mean, I have seen this show before, so I know it's not miracles, but THEY HAVEN'T
Mace:
Ha! Yeah, but that wasn’t really a miracle for miracle’s sake.
Lor:
no it was for eyefucking's sake
Mace:
SNORK
god, Dean, stop being such a grump
Lor:
is Dean wearing gloves? immediately starts crocheting him mittens
Mace:
“the normal rules don’t really apply to us” listen to your brother, Dean, he’s smort
snork
Lor:
EXCUSE ME. he's Jim the Mechanic
"I don't have a good answer"
Mace:
HA
Lor:
dammit Dean now I want something fried
Mace:
HAHAHAHA EW
omg Sam that’s so hot
Lor:
blood freak!Sam is hot
Mace:
HAHAHAHAHAHA
Lor:
HAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA
Mace:
stay in your lane, Lor
Lor:
LOL
apologies
Mace:
“no thanks, House"
Lor:
brings Dean an ibuprofren and snuggles him
Sam you LIAR
Mace:
oh sam, your pants are on fire
Lor:
just because you look so good in that hoodie
Mace:
exactly
Lor:
aaaaah, breaking seals
right. that's what this season is about
I always forget that we go through a whole season of this before the apocalypse stuff
Mace:
roger that. i’d forgotten too
right?!
SAM nice word choice
Lor:
hahaha the boys' facial expressions
Mace:
YES
ah, Outsiders reference
Lor:
oh shut up Pam it's been like twice. just because you lost your eyes sheesh
NICE
Mace:
god, Dean, eat a piece of cheese
Lor:
LOL
aww lookitem all lying down
Mace:
oh, this doesn’t end well for her does it?
Lor:
I don't remember
I think no
I think she gets horrible dead
Mace:
yeah
Lor:
DEAN WINCHESTER
Mace:
is it weird that they’re even hotter dead
Lor:
no?
Mace:
BACK OFF, HAG
Lor:
GOD SAM IS HOT IN THIS ONE
Mace:
RIGHT?!?!
“get out of me” HAHAHAHA
Lor:
LOLOL
Mace:
DEAN WINCHESTER NO
Lor:
I love that Dean is like "what can I poke as a ghost"
Mace:
YES
Lor:
"thanks, Haley Joel" haaaaahahahaha
Mace:
snork
Lor:
and the face Dean makes
Mace:
YES
Lor:
wait Dean doesn't remember Tessa?
Mace:
yeah, why doesn’t he remember that
Lor:
huh
Mace:
weird
Lor:
I'm gonna assume that was just an expediency to remind the audience
Mace:
yeah
sloppy, though
Lor:
yeah
Mace:
mmm the high freckle count makes up for it
Lor:
YES
nrrrrrf the HOODIE
Mace:
YES
Lor:
Sam what are you doing
Mace:
oh Sam are you lying to a kid?!
Lor:
all the supernatural creatures want Dean. Reapers, Angels, God, the Darkness
Mace:
yeah
Lor:
oh Dean
Mace:
omg the looks they give the kid when he doesn’t know Karate Kid
Lor:
and now Dean has to pause the hunt to sit down and watch Karate Kid with Cole
YES
Mace:
omg Sam’s laugh
Lor:
YES
"you gotta teach us that"
Mace:
HAHAHA he’s the only kid in the room right there
Lor:
YES
Mace:
ewewewew
so gross
Lor:
did they forget that ghosts have weaknesses?
ooof this particular Alastair is SO creepy
Mace:
hence my ews
Lor:
yeah
Mace:
arctic craphole hahahaha
Lor:
lol
SHE DIDN'T ALREADY HAVE THE DOOR LOCKED?!
Mace:
right?!
Lor:
she's blind and sitting in a room with two dead bodies what the hell?
Mace:
tsk
you can SEE Dean thinking fast
Lor:
YES
Mace:
don’t shit your pants, boys
Lor:
LOL
you're not wearing a skirt, Pam
Mace:
Koons, give her her common wordplay
Lor:
grumbles
OMG LOOKIT HIM
Mace:
YAS
so young
Lor:
RIGHT?
and so rumbly voiced
and sex-haired
Mace:
HAHAHA
Lor:
"whatever I ask, you seem to do the exact opposite"
Mace:
“you seem to do the exact opposite”
HAHAHA
Lor:
get used to that Cas, that's just Dean
you'll love it eventually
Mace:
yep
as a parent, this hurts me
Lor:
yeah
"we're all scared"
Mace:
“sooner than you think” FUCK YOU 987439282
Lor:
RIGHT?!
omg their faces
Mace:
right?
Lor:
and Dean trying to tell her she's going somewhere better after that speech Tessa just gave him
Mace:
yeah
I don’t really get why they’d write that for him
Lor:
yeah, it seems like he's holding onto the idea of a better place way harder than I'd expect him to
Mace:
yeah, it doesn't track
he’s too pessimistic, and he knows she’s too smart to believe him
Lor:
yeah
Mace:
and he’s generally not insincere
Lor:
nope
Mace:
overall, pretty sloppy writing in that one
Lor:
both of the boys lied to dying/dead people in this ep, and they both feel a little ooc
#watchingspnagain#watchingspnagain 4x15#supernatural#spn#spn 4x15#spn meta#spn spoilers#watchingspnagain demons#watchingspnagain dean sleeping#watchingspnagain ooc#watchingspnagain treatment of female characters#watchingspnagain treatment of queer characters#watchingspnagain where's the angel?!
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Liveblogging Welcome to Nightvale
Got three episodes into the YouTube playlist of Welcome to Nightvale before deciding to blog my reactions to the entire thing. It’s been a while since I’ve really payed attention to it so it should be interesting. The last time I replayed it from the beginning was sometime last year so it should be a nice refresher! No idea how reliably I’m gonna post but I’ll try for daily if I can. Or maybe mass posting before disappearing for a couple weeks- who knows!
No idea if anyone’s gonna pay attention to this but let’s go anyway!
Episode 1: Pilot
“A friendly desert community where the sun is hot, the moon is beautiful and mysterious lights pass overhead while we all pretend to be asleep. Welcome to Nightvale.”
Iconic introduction. Amazing. Beautiful.
Iconic intro music. Amazing. Beautiful.
Cecil’s overall tone of voice sounds rather flat compared to how he usually is in the later episodes but I kinda like it since it made everything sound as though it was something completely normal. But I also love how expressive he got as more episodes went by
DOG PARK!!!!!!!!
Old Woman Josie!! It’s been so long! And her Angels!
Carlos’ intro! You can immediately tell that Cecil is So Gay for him from the word ‘Go’.
Big Rico’s Pizza- why so shady?
Shade thrown on the Secret Police, lol
Foreshadowing on Strexcorp
“Gatorade is basically soda”- where is the lie?
Immediate Hate-on for Desert Bluffs, lol
SO GAY CECIL, YOU KEEP CALLING CARLOS PERFECT- “And I fell in love instantly.” No shame. Good on’ya sweetie.
‘Vague yet Menacing Government Agency.’ ‘What They Know and What They Don’t Know That They Don’t Know‘- both iconic lines
LMAO- The Nightvale Harbour and Waterfront Recreation Area! ‘Drawback’ is an understatement, Cecil.
the NRA Nightvale slogans are hilarious
The House That Doesn’t Exists But Looks Like It Does
The Indian Tracker- tacky, racist headdress; not actually an Indian unless he’s somehow adopted and told no one
the lights a 100ft above the glowing sign of Arby’s, music is on point
poor Carlos, so many strange, conflicting things happening but he must be having the time of his life anyway, eventually
Traffic: Ghost Cars leaving Destinations Unknown for Destinations More Unknown- somehow very poignant. It just hits somehow, feels like life advice
And now, the Weather- hey, Joseph!
lol, time is breaking Carlos and his scientists; Cecil, you’re so poetic about the sun
Angels Do Not Exist, so says the City Council
LMAO poetic Cecil strikes again, being eaten by a snake feet first as a perfect reflection death to your birth
the tiny city beneath lane 5 of the bowling alley Know They Exist now, lol initial reaction is such a comparison to the actual discovery of how big that city really is
lol, radioactive radio station- which kinda makes sense now in hindsight. I mean, why wouldn’t it?
Cecil, your simping is showing
Good night Nightvale, good night. ICONIC!!! >.<!!!!!!
#wtnv#welcome to nightvale#audio#youtube playlist#liveblogging reactions#listening again after so long#glad i still remember so much#cecil palmer#cecil gershwin palmer#carlos#joseph fink#jeffrey cranor
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Welcome to FourtyMART, your one-stop-shop for some real goofy bastards, at equally goofy bargains!
FourtyMart - Independent Multimuse RP Blog by @transitpresident - Multifandom - Semi-Selective - Lit to Semi Lit - 18+ Admin
Rules, extra info, and characters below the cut.
FourtyMart is a warehouse home to a handful of colorful characters that you- yes, you!- can potentially interact with! Here's a few! (Images still in transit from our distro center...)
CHSR GT#40 - he/him/his
Ground Telecom Unit #40 - Channel Fourty Showrunner
The face and main physical workhorse of Channel Fourty, CHSR does his job with style, quality, and a smile on his face. As an android built for the purposes of television journalism, he’s perfectly engineered with all aspects of that task in mind, especially his “top-of-the-line” social skills, which grant him a friendly disposition, a curious nature, and a kind desire to help others, especially if all strangers are just future friends. This loyal hard worker sticks to his allegiances and his work, always toting around his equipment should a prime opportunity to create content arise. Despite his high-tech nature, he still does have a lot to learn about others, the world around him, and himself, all of which he’ll discover through the viewfinder of his cameras and the lenses in his eyes.
Tanfour - he/him (she/her determinant)
Kevin Fouris-Tan - Fouris Variant #35 - early 20s
A mall-based wasteland fixer from the SF Bay Peninsula with the tenacity, spite, and gay audacity to do whatever he can set his mind to, for better or for worse. With a well-stocked collection of questionably-acquired goods, he distributes, trades, and otherwise sells weapons, vehicles, garbage, knickknacks, and information. He claims to be able to sell anything- which may or may not be true, and whether or not you'd actually like to buy what he's got will depend. Other than be the guy offering you a steal for a crate of corned beef, he’s known to be resourceful and he’s got a knack for making things work- old cars, computer rigs, fashion statements, blatant lies- even if they do end up being held together by twine and duct tape. While he’s decent enough to tolerate in passing, it’s only up to you if you’re willing to stick around for his smug and mildly sleazy attitude, bad and snappy comebacks, ill timed pop culture references, and blunt personal statements. (Note: Tanfour's got a handful of AU variants, including but not limited to the realms of Valorant, TF2, Overwatch, and Cyberpunk 2077. See below for more fandom info.)
Mols - she/her/hers
2017 Tesla Model S P100D
From a far-future world where cars have outlived humans and have taken on humanoid-android forms, Mols is a laid-back, clever Tesla with a love for lazing about and enjoying the simple things in life. Despite her usually calm nature, she is prone to sparks of excitement- and she's quick in more ways than one. Quick to call things out as they are and even faster to run away from trouble thanks to her swift acceleration speeds, she's the queen of "if it sucks, hit the bricks'.
President Tanner - he/him (she/her determinate)
Jason Carson Tanner - Tanner-Markov Variant #14 - late 30s
The 'eternal president' of a small, heavily militarized but extremely glamour-coated nation-state, President Tanner is a mostly-benevolent leader of his tech-forward and economically successful light-cyberpunk country. Though polite, he's known publicly for having a bit of a fun side, as he very much indulges in his assorted vices and is known for being more approachable than most world leaders- but under his layers, there is no doubt an ability for cruelty and a swath of dark secrets. His words are weaselly, sweet, and long, but all to hide the true meanings of what he has to say.
For now, this is our current selection- but as we stay open, new arrivals will be available in-store!
Before grabbing your cart, your membership card, and gearing up for free samples and bargain hot dogs, please go over the rules of our establishment!
Rules
- Please don't hassle me for any responses. Turnaround time will vary due to my fluctuating life.
- I aim for literate and semi-literate responses and prefer not to do one-liners. Length will sometimes matter depending on what you give me, so I'll either match length or just do what I can. If you don't give me much to work with, I may not be able to give a longer response
- No unreasonable "godmodding", if for the sake of your plot, you need my characters to go somewhere or do something, that's fine, but don't just make him do things that I haven't made him do. "Unreasonable" is at my discretion.
- If I am uncomfortable with something, I will contact you, and you should do the same! However, I still do reserve the right to end communications if I feel the need to do so for my own well-being, with only a follow up message afterward.
- "Dark" or suggestive topics aren't off limits, but please communicate this to me beforehand and I'll decide on a case-by-case basis. Any suggestive situations especially must be outlined explicitly beforehand (and don't even think about it if you're under 18.)
- If you want to stop RP, no problem. Just let me know.
- Multiship is allowed! Just talk with me- but I have many characters that would like to have a relationship build over time, rather than just have an instant ship.
- Feel free to PM me either here or @transitpresident if you want to plan things out or ask questions or give context, anything really! If you want my discord contact or want to RP there, PM me for more details.
Multifandom/Crossover Info
- Many characters have alternate versions, some even specifically tailored to certain fandoms. CHSR, Tanfour, and Prez especially have these, so if you reach out to RP with a character from a fandom- we can arrange for an AU version of them to meet! And even if they don't have one for your source, I don't mind interacting at all!
Current Familiar Sources (off the top of my head)
[* indicates there are alts available]
Overwatch*
Valorant*
Cyberpunk (2077/Edgerunners/RED)*
Pokemon*
The Stanley Parable
Portal
Splatoon*
Evangelion
Detroit: Become Human*
Houseki No Kuni*
And more! Just PM me!
Plus, I have variants that are just generally compliant for specific settings, like modern ones, fantasy, etc. Feel free to ask!
Thanks for reading through, and enjoy your time here at FourtyMart! - The Manager
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The Demon’s Lab
🌊 Welcome to the island~ here’s my intro~ 🌊
🐺 Greetings, hello, hi! I am Tala! You also may have heard of me as Grunge. This is my personal blog for my relationship with my spirit husband. Commonly known as Alhazad/Alhazred. INFJ, Scorpio. I am somewhat a furry- I draw myself as wolf sometimes, and other times as a cat. Al has a cat form too.
🌌 I am over 35, I kind of given up on changing my age on every social media because at this point it doesn't even matter. Don't let that fool you though. "act my age" what the fuck does that even mean, act my age. The ocean is old as fuck and will still kick your ass. If this bothers you feel free to block me.
🎸 I draw and paint. My hobbies also include hiking, working on my house, gardening, landscaping, spending time with my family, cooking, reading, crochet, guitar and bass, and writing. I do take commissions - so if you’d like me to draw or paint you f/o. Look at my commissions :}.
💫 Alhazad is one of the main antagonists of Wild ARMs. He's also the infamous Alhazred. We've been together since 1999, and yeah. It's been a while. I couldn't be happier. I am somewhat active on other parts of the internet talking about him. He occasionally goes by the name "Aubrey" in other areas.
🏳️🌈I feel like I fit the age old trope of 'glbt+ person finds out they're gay and leaves het relationship' only it was an allo relationship/s and... I'm on the aro/ace spectrum lol. If you're still salty about it after all these years you're kind of dangerously sounding like one of 'those' kinds of homophos/terfs :)
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❌ DNI ❌
❌ if you're here to start shit about my husband. Or be a passive aggressive coward who has nothing better to do with your time. I'm a good dog. But if you start shit with me you will regret the day you crawled out of your mother’s womb.
❌ It should go without saying; MAPS, pedos, zoos, Nazis, TERFS, and any other sort. Nope. :| If you're a HP fan and still support Robert you can go get fucked.
❌I'm also mildly scarred/due to trauma and it's hard to see DBZ (the saiyans), FF9, or PPG. I’m not saying *your* versions of said characters are bad, it’s just ahahaha.
☢️Metal health check; ADHD/ASD - dx’d, in the early 90s. iirc. Retested and diagnosed with ADHD in 2022. Currently seeking treatment for it. Medication has been like night and day for me. So, fellow Autistics and ADHD’s. Welcome. I am negativing them both and it’s been a TIME. There are sighs of OSDD/DID. I have tried talking again and again with therapists making 100% Al is not apart of that; while when channeling him the symptoms are similar; he doesn’t fit the criteria.
☢️ I am a real adult. I may talk about adult things here. If you are not comfortable with that, do not follow me. I am not your dad. I can not monitor your internet interactions. Block/flag/whatever you do if that kind of thing makes you uncomfortable. I know the whole “minors do not follow” is not as enforceable as it SHOULD be and you kids are gonna do whatever you want- fuck the police. This is my first and only warning. If you see something you don't like here it is not my responsibility. I typically tag "nsfw" and that's about it. (if I remember, ADHD and all, you're lucky if I remember to pay my bills lmao.)
☢️ Before any judgments here, that I might be some loser living in my parent’s basement. ...lol. No. I’m a real adult doing well on my own with a whole ass house, job, and car and all that neat stuff. You can be ficto and be independent, free, and happy. It took a tonne of work to get this far. And it was worth every penny. And if you're in that stage where your working on getting where I am now; it's worth it you can do it. I believe in you! I can also help suggest various organizations that can help you get your first house :>
☢️I am not.. ‘hip with the kids’. I do not know all the terms and I also can not monitor or be up to date what is.. ‘bad’ within fandom. I also kind of don’t care, lol. Like I don't. The world is on fire and *gestures at the general state of America* we have more important things to worry about. If someone I reblog or someone who follows me did something you don’t like or don’t agree with it is not my responsibility to keep track of others actions.
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Hi! I gotta say that I'm like the biggest sucker for soft Nat and your blog is just *cheff kiss* it really feeds my little gay heart all the fluff that it needs :) I was wondering if you could do a blurb with Nat x reader where reader, who's a nervous mess, proposes to Nat? 🥺
a/n: I am SO SO sorry this took me so long to write, but thank you so much for your patience!
translations: detka=baby
words: 642 | natasha blurbs masterlist | navigation post
You and Nat had been together for the past three years and those had been the best three years of your life. You loved her more than anything and wanted to spend the rest of your life with her.
When you finally decide you were going to propose you knew it had to be special. You decided to get an untraditional engagement ring. A plain diamond didn't seem special enough to give Nat, so you got a ring made that had both of your birthstones on it.
You planned to propose to her at her favorite park. It was a small park that not many knew about, which is why she adored it. There was this one willow tree that you and Nat would have picnics under, read under, and even have late-night conversations under. Under that tree where you had already had so many amazing memories, you planned to add one more.
In the days leading up to the day you were going to propose you were so anxious, it almost made you sick. "Detka, you feeling ok?"
"Yeah, just a little stomach ache." Natasha came over to where you were sitting on the couch and welcomed you into her tight embrace. The rest of the night Natasha held and rubbed your stomach. Even when you insisted you were fine, she refused to let you get up.
On the day of the big proposal, you got Nat into the car and told her you had a "surprise" for her. You were so scared, you missed your turn three times on the way to the park. "Detka, you haven't seemed well for the past few days, let's just go home okay?"
"No, no I'm fine I swear." Natasha knew you were almost as stubborn as she was so she let it go but made sure to keep an eye on you. When you finally pulled into the park, Natasha's face lit up. "We haven't been able to come here recently."
"I know, but we have the whole day to spend here now."
You made your way to the willow tree and a picnic was already set up for you two, courtesy of Tony, "How the hell did this all get here!"
"I have my ways," you teased. Nat reached into the bag and pulled out the peanut butter sandwiches that were made and the fresh fruit that was cut.
After you finished eating it was time and you swore your heart was beating so loud that Nat could hear it. "Detka, are you sure your okay, I'm worried. You seem really stressed." You were sweating so much and you were shaking more than ever. You humbled through your bag trying to get the ring out.
Natasha gasped when she realized what was in your hand. "Nat, you make me the happiest person in the world. Whenever I am with you it's like the whole world melts away and nothing else matters. You have been through so much and yet you still have such a kind soul. You were dealt a shitty set of cards, and you turned it into something so beautiful. I want to spend every single day of the rest of my life showing you how loved and worthy you are. I want to spend every night holding you tight and I was to wake up every morning o see your beautiful emerald eyes." Nat was not one to cry let alone sob, but right now, she was bawling.
"So, Natalia Alianovna Romanova, will you marry me?" Natasha immediately clashed her lips with yours and pulled you flesh against her chest. "I'll take that as a yes?" Natasha was so overwhelmed with joy and tears she couldn't speak. Nat placed her forehead against yours and nodded. Now it was set in stone, you were hers and she was yours forever.
#natasha romanoff x you#natasha romanoff x reader#natasha romanoff x y/n#nat x reader#nat x you#nat x y/n#natasha x reader#natasha x y/n#natasha x you#black widow x reader#black widow x y/n#black widow x you#natasha romanoff imagine#natasha romanoff imagines#black widow imagine#black widow imagines#natasha imagines#natasha imagine#natasha romanoff fluff#soft natasha romanoff#soft natasha romanov#natasha fluff#soft natasha#mcu#marvel#natasha romanoff fanfic#natasha romanoff oneshot#natasha romanoff fic#mcu fic#marvel fic
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5, 4, 3, 2, 1 // s.r.
spencer reid x reader
requested: for @anxiousblanketqueen ‘s bday writing challenge!!
word count: 1.2k
warnings: anxiety, anxiety/panic attack, vague mentions of abuse to children (I needed a case & I couldn’t remember any specific ones from the show I’m sorry!)
A/N: ahhh hi! I know this isn’t what I normally write, but I’ve been debating whether or not I wanted to write for more fandoms since I first started this blog and I’m finally giving it a try!! Hopefully this doesn’t completely flop but we’ll see. Don’t worry; Harry Potter will still be the focus of my fics, but every now and then I’d like to try and do something for a different fandom.
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You try your best not to clench your jaw as you know it’ll only make your mouth sore, but you can’t help it as everything starts to become too much. The ringing of the phones. The chatter of officers that seem to only increase in volume. The clacking of keyboard keys. The worried sobs of a missing kid’s parents.
This case is stressful, and terrifying, and you can’t help but let it get to you even though you’re normally good at separating your emotions from cases. These little kids, both boys and girls ages 6-9, had been coming up missing, and then shortly after coming up dead with bruises all over their bodies.
Currently, there’s a young boy, only about eight years old, missing and the team is trying to save him by locating the unsub - the task that you and Spencer were tasked with as you two worked the best at narrowing down patterns and predicting where a person might be hiding.
You couldn’t focus though. You try, but your mind is too preoccupied with the thought that this could be your little girl at home, the one you were left to raise after her parents - your best friends - died in a car crash just a few years ago.
She was six and so adventurous. You loved how excited and curious she was about the world, but because of your line of work and what you see on a daily basis, you constantly worry that her curiosity will get her in trouble someday. This case was only furthering your worries. Your girl could be the one you’re trying to locate, and that terrifies you.
“Y/n? How are you coming along?” You hear spencer ask, drawing your focus back to the present, mostly.
“Yeah, thinking. Close.” You mumble out, trying to work on your part of the task.
Without even realizing it, though, you’ve slipped back into a mindset of worry. All the noise only seems to intensify as you start feeling like you can’t breath and the room gets smaller.
You can feel your hands start shaking and your leg start bouncing but you can’t seem to stop it no matter how deep of a breath you attempt to take.
“I think I’ve got it. The unsub’s been between these two regions, right Y/n? Y/n?”
Tears spring to your eyes and you quickly shut your eyes, pulling your shaky hands to your ears to try to quiet the noise.
It’s all far too much.
“Hey, y/n. Look at me. Watch me, please.” Spencer commands, kneeling in front of you, making sure you have eye contact with him.
You feel yourself starting to hyperventilate, and your just begging for this to be over. You don’t like this feeling. You’ve never liked this feeling. You don’t want to feel this any longer.
“Just listen to me, yeah? Follow my lead, okay. Breathe in.”
You try to breath in but it doesn’t get far as the air seems to get caught in your throat.
Spencer carefully grabs one of your hands and rubs soothing circles over the back of it.
���Breathe out. Again, breathe in.”
You try to take another breath but it still seems too hard.
“What are five things you can see right now?”
“Y-you.” You stutter out, still feeling like there’s a weight on your chest which makes it hard to breath.
“There’s one. What else?”
“A-a pen. The w-whiteboard.”
“You’re doing good, we need two more things. What else can you see right now.”
“Files, a-and a c-offee cup.”
He smiles reassuringly, still rubbing at your hand as he mimics the deep breathing he wants you to do.
“Alright. Now four things you can hear. What are they?”
“The phones, C-clacking k-eyboards, A-a clock, A-and birds...outside.” You manage to get out, feeling your chest begin to lighten just a bit.
Spencer nods, a smile still on his face as he tells you to tell him three things you can feel.
As your breathing starts to level out, you feel yourself shaking less and less.
“Doing good, y/n. Now two things you can smell are?”
“Coffee a-and your cologne”
He smiles, heart warming at the mention of his cologne. He knows there’s probably nothing romantic about it, he probably just put a lot on this morning, but the fact you can smell it and know it’s him is endearing to him.
To the side his phone starts ringing. He quickly answers it, although he never stops rubbing circles on the back of your hand.
“Yeah, hotch?”
“Yeah-huh. I’ve got it down to one area, we’re trying to get it more specific. Yes, sir. As soon as we’ve got it. Yes, we know. We’re on it, hotch.”
You watch as he hangs up, tossing the small device onto the table as he turns his full attention back to you.
“W-what did hotch say?” You ask a bit shakily, still shook up from your breakdown.
“Had more information for the profile. Do you get panic attacks often?”
“Sometimes. H-haven’t had one in awhile though.” You admit.
“What triggered it?”
“The case. I-Lyla could be the one we’re trying to find, Spence. I-I know what the parents are feeling. I can only imagine what it’d be like to...you know,” you sigh.
Watching him nod, you frown, chewing on your bottom lip as all the possibilities run rampant in your mind.
“I’m sure, y/n. But we’re not. Lyla’s safe and will be waiting for your call as soon as you get on the jet.” Spencer reassures, squeezing your hand lightly.
“It’s okay to be worried. Just think, though, you’re not the one going through it all right now. Those parents out there are. It’s up to us to find their kid, just like we would do if it were yours. Right?”
“Right. I’m sorry, Spence. I’m focused now, I promise.”
“Don’t apologize. Panic is a natural reaction to a fearful situation. You couldn’t control it, few can unless they have practice with it. Let’s just put our heads together to find this little boy, yeah? The sooner we do, the sooner you can be back with lyla.”
You nod, thanking him as you finally get back to work, looking over the case files of the last few kids to see if there’s any pattern or anything to tell you more about where this unsub may be heading
~.~
You sigh, having just hung up the phone with your girl. She was happy as could be and perfectly safe in her own bed.
“How’s lyla?” Spencer asks, sitting down beside you on the couch.
“Safe, and happy that I’ll be home soon. Thank you, Spence. For earlier.”
“Of course, y/n. What are friends for?”
You chuckle lightly and nod, a soft smile laying on your lips.
“Still. I’ve always had to just ride them out and it’s never been fun. You...you made it a lot easier to handle.”
“You’re welcome.” He mumbles, trying to hide the smile that takes over his face.
You both sit in silence for a few minutes, just happy to be in each other’s presence during the calm.
“Hey Spence? Do you think...would you like to stay the night with lyla and I? You know...in case I have another panic attack?”
He chuckles but nods and sends you a soft smile.
“I think I could do that.”
#criminal minds#criminal minds imagine#criminal minds fanfic#spencer reid#spencer reid fanfic#spencer reid imagine#spencer reid fluff#spencer reid x reader
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Rewatching Free to Be You and Me
Welcome to “Bert is to Ernie as Dean is to…: A Supernatural Rewatch Blog” with Lor and Mace!
Up today, s5e3: Free to Be You and Me
Sam and Dean have gone their separate ways for now, and this episode splits time between the two as they each have their own adventures. Sammy is incognito and working as a bartender, doing his best to stave off the annoying advances of a coworker, who eventually finds out that people who try to get close to him get held at knifepoint by hurt-butt hunters mad at Sam for starting the apocalypse then quitting the biz (or worse - EXPELLED). Meanwhile Dean and Cas go looking for Raphael to pump him for info on where God ran off to, the whole time giving each other Looks and throwing all sorts of poorly-disguised gay references at each other. Just make out, already, yeesh. Turns out Raphael is 100% that d-bag and God’s nowhere to be found. Dean and Cas then have a heart-to-heart in Baby, during which Dean claims he’s happier without Sam around. Cas smells manure. More tortured loving glances. THEN, cut to Sammy dreaming about Jess, who turns out to be Lucifer trying to gaslight his best vessel. Lots of fraught going on here, folks.
Mace:
Oh Sammy, quit sulking about that tart
Lor:
LOLOLOLOL
Mace:
I have jealousy issues
oh LOOKIT HIM
Lor:
well I mean you ARE way better than Jess
RIGHT?
Mace:
I appreciate the support
Lor:
shuttup not!Jess
Mace:
YES
SHUT. IT.
AND QUIT CALLING HIM BABY
IT’S DUMB
oh Sammy.
pets him
Lor:
seriously, Jess. Baby is the car. WATCH THE SHOW
Mace:
oof hot and naked and crying I CANNOT
HAHAHAHA
Lor:
lol
oh I forgot this song is in the show. Jensen sings this a lot at cons
Mace:
interesting
this montage is so good
Lor:
omg lemons versus vamp blood
Mace:
and so is that shirt on Sam
Lor:
YES
YES
aw Dean taking care of his things
Mace:
HAHAHA boundaries Cas
Lor:
"Don't do that!" LOLOLOLOL
Mace:
“hello Dean”
“my apologies"
Lor:
"personal space" oh hush, you know you like him in your personal space
Mace:
RIGHT?!
Lor:
"can I have my damn necklace back, please"
Mace:
oh lookit him getting right back in that personal space
Lor:
TMN angel haaaaahahahaha
Mace:
AND THE LOOKS THEY’RE GIVING EACH OTHER
Lor:
YAS
Mace:
come on, people, HOW DO YOU NOT SEE THIS
Lor:
HE JUST COMPARED THEM TO THELMA AND LOUISE YOU'D HAVE TO BE BLIND
Mace:
they are both so pretty
RIGHT??!
Lor:
Right? and they look so good together
Mace:
and Dean keeps licking his lips
THEY DO
Lor:
WHAT WAS THE LOOK DEAN JUST GAVE HIM OMG
Mace:
“I DIDN’T POOP FOR A WEEK”
Lor:
lololololol
Mace:
Dean just wants roadtrip time with Cas
Lor:
YES
Mace:
stop flirting with my stringbean, bitch
Lor:
RIGHT? even if you do have a cute smile
yes, barman grandpa, it does seem like the end of the world
Mace:
HAHAHA
Lor:
HE'S FIXING HIS TIE LIKE HE'S HIS WIFE
Mace:
YESYESYESYES
Lor:
"that's how you become president" lololol ow
Mace:
YES
THE BADGE MEME
Lor:
omg fixing the ID
YAAAAAS
Mace:
I LOVE YOU CAS YOU BUT WALNUT
Lor:
YES
Mace:
*big (But I’m okay letting but(t) stand)
Lor:
LOLOL
"pump and go" do they do this shit on purpose? they must
Mace:
HAHAHAHA
the DEMONS…DEMONS…DEMONS OMG
Lor:
"we all have our demons" lololol Dean
no, Kolchak
Mace:
“thank you” and the look
HAHAHAHA
Lor:
YES
Mace:
“jumps my bones” COME ON
Lor:
YEP
Mace:
omg Bobby’s snark
Lor:
I LOVE WHEN BOBBY DADS THEM
Mace:
YES
Lor:
"arid" I LOVE HIM
Mace:
YES
he brought Dean…oil…special oil...
omg Dean is using the last night on earth line HOW IS THIS NOT ON PURPOSE
Lor:
he is this close to giving him the "last night on earth" line
HAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
BERT AND ERNIE ARE GAY
Mace:
oh he’s had occasion, but he’s been waiting for Dean
Lor:
YAAAAAAS
Mace:
I MEAN COME THE FUCK ON
Lor:
HOW is that RELEVANT, DEAN? UNLESS
Mace:
RIGHT?!
Lor:
What the HELL would be wrong with "Keith Samuel"?
Mace:
right?
bitch, butt OUT
Lor:
i mean I wouldn't PICK it, but it's not BAD?
Mace:
agreed, esp with the package it’s labeling
Lor:
God that SHIRT
YES
Mace:
YES
READ THE ROOM, HAG
NO MEANS NO, BITCH
Lor:
RIGHT?
look, Dean, when you told him he wasn't gonna die a virgin, he was hoping for someone else
Mace:
RIGHT?!
he’s all mussed I CANNOT
Lor:
"this whole industry runs on absent fathers" you would know, Dean
RIGHT?
Mace:
RIGHT?!?@?@?!?!?!
“years…” oh honey
Lor:
oooof
you DO mean to pry stop it
Mace:
all you’ve been doing is prying you stupid horse
Mace:
HAHAHA
Lor:
LOL
nnnnnngggggg his deep ass voice speaking whatever that is. Enochian I guess?
Mace:
part fake Latin part nonsense
but yeah the voice is quality
Lor:
I have an advantage here in that none of it meant anything to me
Mace:
HAHAHA
Lor:
"I thought you were supposed to be impressive" DEAN
"by the way, hi, I'm Dean" OMG
Mace:
NICE
DED
Lor:
all casual taking a beer and then turning around and GLUGGING it because he's actually terrified
Mace:
YES
Lor:
THEY HAD A PLAN I LOVE THEM
Mace:
YES
Lor:
"don't look at me, it was his idea" and then the look to Cas like "sorry, hon"
Mace:
HAHAHAHA
Lor:
look, dude, demons ain't new
Mace:
it’s not his fault you’re incompetent at your job, idiot
HAHAHA
Lor:
lol
RIGHT?
Mace:
Meh, knife her, we don’t care
Lor:
okay, she's a pain, but hunters taking civilians hostage at knifepoint? come on, dillweeds
HA!
Mace:
Yeah
Lor:
look Raphael, if you think the 20th century was worse than all the rest of history, you have not been paying attention
Mace:
Daddy ran away- so angels are all prostitutes?
Lor:
"he didn't happen to work at the post office did he?”
Mace:
HAHAHA
Lor:
LOLOLOL
LORD he looks good
Mace:
YES HE DOES
Lor:
omg lookit Cas and Dean all rain spattered
Mace:
YES
Lor:
"but today you're my little bitch" DED
"what he said" HAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Mace:
WHAT HE SAID AHAHAHAHA
Lor:
mmmmmrrrg little peek at his back
Mace:
YES
but wtf is wrong with these a-holes?
Lor:
RIGHT?
Mace:
why can’t everybody just leave my Sam alone?!
Lor:
seriously
he does look kinda hot with blood all over his face though
Mace:
he really does
and all pissed
Lor:
YES
Mace:
oh so EVERYONE is a prostitute in this episode, then
Lor:
"who cares what some ninja turtle says, Cas. what do YOU believe?"
LOLOLOLOLOLOL
Mace:
YES
Lor:
oh Dean
Mace:
knocks him upside
Lor:
"and you're not that much fun"
you're not ALONE you DOPE you're with Cas
Mace:
right?
Lor:
oh ope. careful what you wish for, Chucklehead
Mace:
HA
Lor:
SAM WINCHESTER YOU ARE NOT THIS DUMB
Mace:
right?!
oh hey, Luci
oh god that tatt peeking out of his shirt
Lor:
RIGHT?
I LOVE THIS WHOLE STUPID SET UP SO MUCH
Mace:
YES
Lor:
they are PLAYING this as homoerotic and it still doesn't hold a candle to Cas and Dean just, like, standing next to each other
Mace:
NOPE
ooof. shit’s gettin’ real.
Lor:
YAAAAAS
#watchingspnagain#watchingspnagain 5x03#spn#supernatural#spn meta#spn spoilers#spn 5x03#watchingspnagain angels#watchingspnagain dean jokes#watchingspnagain nnggg#watchingspnagain sam's blood drinking
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Ground Zero reads Thirst Tweets
A/N: Hey guys, this is a collab with @pinky-the-elephant-room !! This is the first part, and the second part can be found here! Her part is NSFW so since i’m a SFW blog we thought it would be best to split the parts! So here’s my contribution!
Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Reader
You walked inside the studio, thanking the heavens that it was cooler than it was outside. Greeting the producers of the setup, you gladly made your way by the set to see two stools placed side-by-side in front of a blue backdrop.
“Hello, Seize-san! Thank you so much for coming in today, I am Hana and I’m here to help you through this!” You grinned at the young woman who walked up to you. She was short stature and plump figure and gave off the impression of a warm and welcoming personality. Instantly putting you at ease.
“Thank you so much for having me! It’s an honor to be showcased here, along with another hero! You guys are truly kind to grant the opportunity to work alongside you, and please, call me (l/n).”
She nodded enthusiastically, grinning at the praise from such a top hero as yourself.
“Thank you again, (l/n)-san, come let’s get you ready for the camera! Are you in need of anything to drink, anything to snack on?”
“No ma’am, I am fine! I’m just ready for the shoot!”
“As is your partner!”
You both shared a laugh, both knowing the person you were recording with today was the opposite of ready for this.
“Oh, I’m sure that is the case, ma’am, where is he by the way?”
“He’s right behind you, stupid.”
You turned to see the annoyed blonde behind you, being escorted to the seating area close to where you were being led.
“Ah Ground Zero, good to see you haven’t blown anything up yet.”
“Shove off, hurry up so we can get this over with.”
You laughed, waving him off as the members looked on with concern.
“Don’t be rude, Bakugou! I’ll be there with you soon enough; all you have to do is be good and wait for me.” You winked, eyeing him up and down before turning back around, allowing Hana to guide you off towards your station to get ready.
The makeup artists just refreshed your makeup and made you ready for the video. You came out of the dressing room, dressed in your usual hero costume but looking less like you’ve been running through the streets of Tokyo. Bakugou was in usual costume but without his hand gauntlet.
“Okay you two, we’d like to thank you for taking the time to come on set and do this showing. These tweets are real, and we just want your genuine reaction from them! We’ll try to limit the cuts to be able to ensure that real response, and don’t be afraid to let loose! These are Thirst Tweets for a reason!”
You laughed along with everyone else, except Bakugou who looked a little annoyed by the entire thing. You gave him a slight shove with your shoulders, biting your lip subtly as his gaze locked onto yours.
“Cheer up already, this is supposed to be fun. What, do you not want to be here with me?”
“That’s not--Shut up, shitty woman. Just get ready.” he huffed, glancing away from your stare as he mumbled back.
“Okay, starting in 3, 2…,” The cameraman pointed instead of saying one, signaling the tape was now rolling. You beamed at the camera, working your charm as you gave a little wave.
“Hi, guys! I’m, (l/n) (y/n), or better yet, Seize!”
“And I’m Bakugou Katsuki, Ground Zero.”
“And today we’re reading…,” you trailed off, looking expectantly at your partner.
“Thirst Tweets.”
“You could be a little more enthusiastic you know.”
“Oi, shut it!”
You giggle, looking deviously at the camera before swiping his mug-shaped container.
“Oi, what are you-”
“Let’s see what people are saying about our dear Ground Zero, hm? That’s alright with everyone else, right?”
The crew joyfully agreed at the twist, and with their approval, you shoved your container in Katsuki’s chest.
“All right, let’s see,” You snorted, slapping Bakugou’s shoulder as you read the first tweet, “‘I would love to be able to rip that Hero suit right off of Ground Zero and rub my face along those God-like abs. Can a man be any hotter!? Have you seen his moobs!? *dROOLING*”
“Ha!?” Bakugou looked at the tweet with narrowed eyes before looking back at the camera, “Do you know how expensive this hero suit is!? You ain't ripping shit! Plus, what the hell are moobs?”
“Oh Bakugou, half of the world's population would love to rip that suit off, myself included. Plus, those are your man boobs, and they are absolutely correct, you have the best titties I have ever seen!” You winked at the camera while throwing the paper over your shoulder, “NEXT!”
You gave your bucket a good shake, making eye contact with the confused blonde who was still stuck on your last comment.
“‘Y’all don’t understand what I would do just to have @GroundZero to choke me with a gloved hand. Or do anything to me really. He could hit me with his car, repeated use his quirk on me, give me paper cuts all over my body and throw me into a pool of lemon juice, and I’d beg for some more like yes zaddy **** my ***** up!,’ OH MY GOD.” You used one hand to hold your mouth in amusement, putting the bucket between your thighs so you could show the tweet with your now free hand.
“You have some pretty kinky fans, Bakugou,” you teased, waving the paper in his face as he grabbed your wrist to hold it steady, staring in disbelief.
“You all are disgusting, why in the fuck would anyone do that to you? Let alone me, who the hell do you think I am!?”
“I mean, you can’t judge, can you?”
He snaps his head to look at you, a heated glare on his face.
“The hell, of course, I can judge! These people want me to torture them, sick bastards.”
You laughed as Bakugou sucked in a sharp breath between clenched cheeks, you were thoroughly enjoying his discomfort.
“NEXT!” You shouted, crumbling the paper and tossing it at Bakugou.
“How many of these are there?” He sighed, looking in your bucket in his hands and shaking it around.
“With the way you look there are bound to be a ton.”
“What-”
“‘If I were only able to take just Ground Zero’s jaw out on a date, I’d never be happier’ Oh that one isn’t so bad-”
“My jaw? What the hell-” He looked over your shoulder, reading the tweet.
You looked up and stared at the blessed jawline.
“That’s what it says, but I gotta disagree,” You grabbed his arm and squeezed it while smirking deviously into the camera, “These arms are better, I’d take these bad boys out for coffee over his jaw any day.”
Instead of shaking you off, you swore you felt Bakugou flex slightly under your hold and couldn’t help the shit-eating grin that overtook your face as you stared up at him through your eyelashes.
“Are you flexing, Ground Zero?”
“HAH!? NO WAY, READ THE NEXT DAMN TWEET AND GET OFF OF ME ALREADY.” He snatched his arm from your hold as you waved him off, grabbing the last tweet from the container.
“Aw guess there weren’t as many as I thought, we’re already reaching the end-”
“Good because I’m tired of these wackjobs.”
You scanned over the paper, unable to contain yourself as you busted out laughing. You knew Bakugou was glaring at you, but you couldn’t help it, you almost fell off your chair, having to once again grab his arm for support.
“This, I just- Oh my God, Bakugou you’re-HA!”
“Can you knock it off and read it before I blow your ass up!” He hissed at you, and you knew you shouldn’t have made the situation any worse than it was- but sometimes you can’t help yourself.
“Damn, I mean if you really wanna tap this ass Bakugou, how can I say no~?”
He growled lowly, glaring harshly at your face as you only winked in response.
“Watch it, (l/n)-”
“‘Ive always been straight BUT i wish ground zero would rip me apart like he did to tht one moth villain, n after tht I have literally never questioned my sexuality so hard, I would let tht man bury his **** so far inside my *** tht i become the Queen of the f**king gays, all hail to me, GZ’s b**tch.Thts it. Thts the tweet.’ HAA.”
You felt Bakugou tense beside you, and when you looked over you saw him shaking in anger.
“Oh what, it’s charming!” You slowed your laughter down to measly chuckles, catching your breath as you were wiping tears from your eyes.
“How is that god damn charming!?” He seethed.
“You know, I can see it.”
“See what?”
“You being gay-”
“HA!? WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU THINKING.”
You look back to the camera and give an innocent shrug.
“He could've fooled me, I swear I saw him checking out Deku a few missions back-” A small explosion cut you off, and you rolled your eyes.
“So dramatic, it’s no big deal. I check out Deku all the time too.”
“You fucking what?”
“Oh yea, I mean I check out Shoto too but Deku’s got a cute ass. What can I say-”
“You’re fucking pathetic.” He huffed, snapping his gaze away from where you sat.
“Sorry, was I overstepping? I’ll leave your man alone!” You teased, poking his thigh as you did.
“Goddammit (l/n), I’m not fucking gay for Deku!” He swatted your hand away, scooting as far away as he could from you.
Which wasn’t very far, seeing as he made no effort to move the stools away from each other.
“So you’re gay for-”
“NOBODY!”
“Okay okay!! Just read my tweets already, I know they’re getting antsy watching us just talk about your closeted sexuality!”
“...tch.”
You could practically see a vein popping out of his neck, and even though you were sure he was picturing murdering you in his mind, you couldn’t help but think of how sexy it was.
You watched as he unenthusiastically pulled out a piece of paper, bored eyes scanning till they narrowed.
“You’re fucking fans are worse than mine.”
“What! Read it, I wanna hear!”
“Do I have to-”
You cut him off with a sharp look of your own, wearing him down until he sighed and did as he was supposed to.
“‘I would pay any amount of money, or literally give up any organ-appendix, spleen, gallbladder, lungs, my damn heart, just so Seize can spit on my face and call me a worthless, good-for-nothing loser, then kick my body and walk away. It would be my honor and my greatest life accomplishment.’” He threw the paper in front of him as if it were burning his skin, once again staring at the camera in disgust.
“Wow,” You giggled, “I don’t even know how to respond. I don’t really think that’s worse than yours Bakugou, but thanks I guess?”
“Thanks!? That’s all you’re going to say? How about I kick your ass and call you a worthless shithead myself, would that turn on all you perverts watching this, ha!?”
You smacked his arm playfully as you tried to get him to calm down, but his heavy breathing was an indication he wasn’t having it.
“I’m sure it would-,” His head whipped to face you and you clicked your tongue at his behavior.
“Oh, c’mon don’t be a prude, these are juicy and I for one wanna keep hearing them! So, hurry up and read another one before you blow a gasket.”
“Whatever, this is fucking stupid.”
“Alright stupid, just keep going.”
He side-eyed you, grinding his teeth together in what you assumed was to hold back even more vulgar insults.
“‘Don’t kink shame me..’” Bakugou paused, a long sigh coming from him as he reluctantly continued, “...’Don’t kink shame me but it’s my goal in life to die by @Seizes thighs. Her thighs are so strong but soft looking and I swear they can crush me in an instant-’”
“Ohh that’s true. These can crush anyone.” You slapped your thighs for emphasis, a cheeky grin playing on your lips.
“Are you seriously proud of that?” He deadpanned at your joyful expression.
“Uh, yeah? What, a woman can’t be proud of her thunder thighs of steel! You're just jealous you’re not being crushed by these babies.”
“Why the fuck would I be jealous!?”
“Cause I have amazing thighs that any man would love to be in between-”
“Next fucking tweet,” Bakugou cut you off, “‘I will eat Seize ass with a spoon, be havin’ that as breakfast, lunch, and dinner n never get tired.’ Okay but seriously what the hell is wrong with you people? With a damn spoon?”
“It’s flattering almost, don’t you think? I would be their favorite meal that they never get tired of,” You look to the camera and wiggle your eyebrows, “I mean I don’t know if I’m down for that, but if you wanna snack sometime, link up with my manager-”
“Absolutely not, don’t give these perverts any more fucking ideas.”
“Okay, dad.”
“Quit being a damn brat and just accept that these are weird and not cute, for fucks sake!”
You look to the crew behind the camera, bowing your head a bit as you spoke.
“Sorry, you’re going to have a lot of bleeps because of this big lug.”
“DON’T IGNORE ME-”
“Read the next tweet,” you extend your words in a whiny voice, “I wanna hear what else people think about me!”
You watched as Bakugou clenched his hand before relaxing, reaching inside to pull out another folded paper.
“‘@Seize is the best ever. Strong and compassionate, honestly my favorite hero by far. She’s giving the other pros a run for their money, good job and keep it up!’. Tch at least we’re done with the weird ass shit. ”
“AWHHH, you guys are so sweet! I don’t know how I match up to other heroes-”
“Tch, she matches up just fine-”
“Well, if we’re talking about boobs, especially if you compare mine to yours, I don’t stand a chance!” You reached a hand over while your body was still facing the front and squeezed one of his pectorals.
“YOU HAD TO TURN THIS INTO SOMETHING FUCKING STUPID, DIDN’T YOU!?” He jerked away from you; eye twitching as he took ragged breaths.
“What, just stating the truth. Now, c’mon if we had the same number of tweets then this should be my last, why do I have to drag these out of you?”
“Shut the hell up,” He picked out the last piece of paper as he tossed the bucket on the ground, ignoring the way you complained about it. “‘Got damn,’ Holy hell I’m going to lose brain cells, ‘Got damn, Id suck a fart’...’suck a fart out of Seize’s ass and woul beg for more as she suffocates me, no cap. Lick her from those ankles to those thighs n back, I bet she tastes like one of those sour n sweet skittles wid the way she sweaty from beating others asses but good from the way she hot, and dat shit be the best shit u can taste. wont even say sorry, jus flip her over and eat that ass’...’#NomNomNom’”
“Wow, some of you guys are pretty creative. I mean, I can’t tell you what I taste like but if you wanna try it out, lemme know.” You giggled, winking at the camera as you made the ‘call me’ sign with your hands.
You were waiting for another blow up from the angry blonde beside you but were surprised to see him silent. He was clenching his jaw harder this time around, eyes narrowed in fuming slits and he shook slightly by how hard his body tensed. You were about to ask if he was okay when you got the signal to end it, so you ignored it for the moment as you gave a bright smile to the camera.
“Well, that seems to be the end of this little segment, boo!,” You gave a pout, before smiling again, jumping back up and tossing an arm around your cast-mate, “Thanks for having us on today, and to end on a serious note make sure you’re staying safe out there. We all care about every single one of you, that’s why we do stuff like this, to stay connected! Have fun, be safe, and remember, be heroes! This has been Seize, along with,”
“Ground Zero.”
“Bye!”
“Cut!”
As soon as it was over, you were thrown off Bakugo’s shoulders as he stood up abruptly. You looked over in worry as he rigidly walked off and you wondered what had went wrong.
During most heavy-duty operations, which are the only type of operations you both worked together, Bakugou was always silent and calculating. He angered easily, and the time to fear him most is becomes quiet. Making a villain piss his pants with his yelling was a skill indeed, but when a villain saw that angered and dark gaze, that’s when they should be terrified.
You tried to follow him, but you were immediately swarmed by your manager who had apologized for arriving late.
“Yes, it is alright! I understand I was able to start perfectly fine, it’s no trouble at all.”
You didn’t listen to his answer, scanning the crowd to realize you had lost the pro.
“Dammit.”
“Ne, (l/n)-sama is there something wrong?”
“No,” You shook your head with a sigh, “Nothing at all.”
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“Are you fucking kidding me?” and “Don’t make it into a big deal.” + reddie please? hi i miss you! ily!!!
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"Are you fucking kidding me?"
"Hey Eds." Richie greeted him as soon as Eddie opened the door. He was leaning against the wall, which was probably the only reason why he hadn’t plummeted to the ground. He looked terrible. Still, he was giving Eddie a lopsided grin through his mask. "Good to see you again."
"What the fuck happened to you?"
"Oh, this?" Richie asked, gesturing down at himself and huffing out a laugh. "This is nothing. Don't make it into a big deal."
Eddie narrowed his eyes at him, bewildered. "Don't make it into a⎼ Richie! You're bleeding all over my fucking carpet!"
Richie looked down and grimaced. "I'll get you a new one."
Eddie let out a sigh. "Just come in before one of my neighbors sees you and calls the police." He moved aside so Richie could stumble inside. He almost fell over and Eddie had to slide under his arm to keep him on his feet and help him to the couch.
Eddie left him there while he went to get his first aid kit, turning on the lights of his apartment on the way back to the living room. It was then that he noticed that his hands and his sleeping shirt were all covered in Richie's blood. Which meant Richie was bleeding all over his couch. Again. Damn it.
It all started a few weeks ago.
Eddie was walking past the dumpster next to his apartment building after a night shift when he heard a loud noise inside. At first he thought it was a rat or maybe a dog searching for food in the garbage, but then he heard a voice⎼ a male voice, humming a song that Eddie faintly recognized.
He pinched his nose and poked his head over the edge of the dumpster, seeing a man dressed completely in black with a mask pulled haphazardly over his face. The part that was visible was bloody and swollen and most of his clothes were ripped. Eddie immediately pulled his phone out to call the police or an ambulance, but the man loudly protested. With difficulty, he dragged himself out of the dumpster, repeatedly telling Eddie that he would be fine⎼
Just before he passed out, right there in the alley.
Eddie couldn't possibly leave him there and it didn’t feel right to call someone when the mystery man was so clearly against it, so he carried him inside, feeling grateful that he lived on the first level and wouldn’t have to drag him up a flight of stairs.
He stitched up his numerous puncture wounds and iced his bruised eye but he couldn't do anything about his two or three broken ribs and his probable concussion. Still, no matter how many times he tried to convince Richie to let Eddie take him to the hospital once he woke up, Richie wouldn't let him. And when he asked for a reason he simply told Eddie that the less you know about me, the better before disappearing through the fire escape.
The next day Eddie had arrived to work and heard about the two men that had been admitted the night before after a man in black clothing interrupted their attempts at robbing a bodega. It didn’t take a lot for Eddie to connect the two, very obvious dots, together.
It became routine after that. Now that Richie knew what he did and where he lived, everytime he would get hurt doing⎼ whatever it was that he did, he would show up at Eddie’s door so he could fix him up. Eddie pretended to be annoyed but he couldn't help feeling like this way he was helping Richie fight crime.
"What was it this time?" Eddie asked, dropping to his knees next to the couch, pulling out his stitching kit.
"Two thugs trying to steal a couple’s car at gunpoint."
Eddie nodded abstently before his face pulled into a frown. "Wait, gunpoint?" He lifted Richie's black hoodie. "Are these fucking gunshot wounds?"
"Some of them." Richie said with a shrug but his face twisted in pain when the movement made the holes in his stomach bleed more. "The other guy had a knife."
"Richie⎼"
"I know what you're going to say but no hospitals, Eds." He said, letting out a hiss when Eddie rolled him over to check his back for exit wounds.
Eddie let out a huff. "Fine. Lucky for you, this gunshot wounds look pretty through and through and it doesn't look like they hit any internal organs." He explained. "Stitches should be enough."
Richie’s mask only covered half of his face allowing Eddie to see the huge grin he gave him, crooked teeth and all. "See? Why would I need a hospital when I have my own doctor here."
Eddie snorted. "I'm not a doctor."
"No.” Richie said, grin growing bigger. “You're my sexy nurse."
Eddie felt his face go hot. He hoped the pain would keep Richie from noticing the way he was blushing. "Stay still okay?"
"Yes, sir." Richie said, taking a deep breath just as Eddie stuck the needle into his skin. "Holy shit." He groaned, squeezing his eyes shut behind the mask.
"Sorry. I don't have anything for the pain."
Richie shook his head, gripping the back of the couch with his hand. "It's okay. I’m okay. You should see the other guys. They got the worst of it."
Eddie snorted, shaking his head. "I'm sure they did."
He would probably find out tomorrow when he walked into work to find them handcuffed to a hospital bed with several injuries and a mouth full of trash. Literally. It was sort of Richie's signature. Leaving the bad guys tied up where the police could find them after sticking trash in their mouths. It was what earned him his nickname⎼ Trashmouth. He was thrilled the first time he heard it and started insisting that Eddie called him that. Eddie didn’t. Instead, he forced Richie to tell him his real name because I think I deserve to know the fucking name of the idiot I'm giving free medical care to.
"I just don't understand why you insist on doing this."
"Because I'm good at what I do, Eds."
"The only thing you're good at is taking a beating." Eddie shot back with no real heat. They had this conversation every time Richie showed up, but Eddie was yet to be able to convince him to stop. "You should at least get some kind of body armor or something."
"It would only slow me down."
"You know what else will slow you down?" Eddie asked, cleaning up the blood so he could dress the wounds with clean gauze. "Dying."
"Aw Eds, are you worried about me?"
"No.” Eddie said with a huff, the tips of his ears burning. “I'm worried about how I’ll explain a masked man bleeding to death on my couch to the police."
"You would never let me bleed out. You're too good at what you do."
"Is that why you keep ending up here?"
"That and the fact that I enjoy seeing your cute little face." Richie said with a wink.
"Shut up." Eddie said, wrapping gauze around Richie's middle. Not for the first time, Eddie found himself wondering what Richie's own face looked like behind that mask. He already liked what he could see⎼ his pretty blue eyes, the freckles dusted across his cheeks, his big lopsided grin. A part of him was glad he couldn't see the whole thing, it would make stitching him up all the more difficult with how distracted he would be. He shook his head, getting distracted now just by thinking about it. "There. You're all set."
"Thank you, Doctor K."
Eddie smiled, pulling Richie's hoodie down. "Not a doctor, but you’re welcome." He said, standing up and starting to gather his stuff. "You can spend the night here if you want. Get some rest."
Richie shook his head. "As much as I would love to sleep here with you⎼"
"You’d be sleeping on the couch⎼"
"I should get going." He finished, pushing himself to his feet with a grunt of discomfort.
"Are you sure?"
"Don't worry Eds, I'll probably stop by again soon enough."
"And by stop by do you mean stumble into my apartment, bleeding half to death?"
“Something like that, yeah.” Richie told him. Eddie rolled his eyes with a chuckle. “Would you rather I show up for dinner instead?" He added and Eddie was surprised to hear the serious tone in his voice. For someone who was so reluctant to tell Eddie anything about himself this sounded a lot like he was asking him on a date.
He narrowed his eyes at him. "Would you still wear your mask for that?"
"I could be persuaded to take it off." Richie said with a shrug. "Among other things."
Eddie snickered, shaking his head. "Right. Well, I have a night off next Friday."
"Yeah, okay.” Richie nodded. “It's a date."
"Try not to get yourself killed before that, yeah?"
Richie laughed while making his way to the fire escape. For some reason, he insisted on making his exit through there instead of the door, every time. It was more dramatic, he said.
"Yes, Doctor K." He said, half of his body out the window already.
"Still not a doctor!" Eddie called out just as Richie jumped down on the street with a groan of pain. "Fucking Trashmouth." He muttered under his breath, trying to fight off a stupid smile as he cleaned the blood from his apartment, already thinking about the next time he would see Richie.
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Thinking about writing nonbinary Adrien. Any advice?
firstly, sorry this took me so long to answer, rl is kicking my ass
secondly, im really flattered to be asked!
the immediate disclaimer: this isnt gonna apply across the board. everyone in the world is having their own unique experience, and we cant know them all (tho we can for sure really want to know most).
but i guess thats also where my advice starts- being nonbinary is different for everyone. some of us have dysphoria, some dont, some experience social dysphoria or even vocal dysphoria and dont have body dysphoria, some have different combinations- i personally have never felt all that attached to my body in the first place (its more like its a car and the part thats ‘me’ is the engine), but i am also very much not a visual person. that would fit for adrien i think, since canonically he doesnt place much emphasis on looks, and understandably so.
gonna put the rest under a cut cuz it got kinda long
but i know every time i hear a relative refer to me as girly or feminine or insist that i wouldnt understand something because its ‘for men,’ i die a little bit inside. admittedly i do get a feeling of validation when i am referred to as masculine and thats not always true when youre nonbinary. in a place where masculine and feminine are expressed to you as stubbornly opposed, tho, being referred to as your ‘opposite’ can be affirming. i can see this happening for adrien, too.
nonbinary people do not have to look androgynous. whether or not you look androgynous does not affect whether or not you are nonbinary, and there are too many people who conflate the two. nonbinary people can look however they like.
its important to respect pronouns, but everyone also uses them differently. while i prefer they/them, and that seems increasingly to be the norm, some people continue to use he/his or she/her or to switch between them. some people use neopronouns. some people experiment until they find out which ‘feels’ right. if you have adrien, or any character, still figuring out their pronouns, though, you should make that clear so that it doesnt appear youre disrespecting pronouns instead. (i personally am just realising i would kinda like to see more stories where people dont yet know their pronouns).
my main advice is to talk to as many nonbinary people as you can (which you obviously have a handle on already!), search out the nonbinary positive blogs here on tumblr- theyre full of information- and figure out just how your version of adrien expresses themself, or if, like a lot of us- like most of us, probably- theyre still figuring that out.
and also, unless this is a story specifically about them coming out, to themself or to others, dont make it the focus. make it a part of the story. an important part, but not necessarily the most important part.
but at the same time, we dont have enough coming out/figuring yourself out as nonbinary stories yet. this isnt really at the same place as the ‘dont make gay characters all about being gay.’ i cant say dont make it a definitive trait, because for a lot of us it is. but we dont have those stories yet, anyway; we still need them. we can make nonbinary characters about being nonbinary. we could use those stories, still.
i dont have a list of good resources, unfortunately, because i dont curate my resources that well. i look things back up on duckduckgo when i need a refresher (i am not always good at avoiding google but i try to). i search the tags on tumblr, because there really are a lot of good resources on here. the nonbinary tag on my own blog is probably A Mess but it does exist.
lastly, i am in the us and my experiences are coloured by that, as well as having immediate family that did not really enforce (or, uh, really explain, come to think of it) the concept of gender at all when my brothers and i were kids. (we played lost boys a lot, we did not consider gender when picking what character we'd be for games- hullo i was donatello, also virgil (other people watched mighty max right), there was a vicious fight over the green ranger because Green Is My Colour You Dick, grandpa called us huey dewey and louie, brothers did not realise my cousins 'no girls allowed' fort applied to me, etc. i have also gotten away with picking whatever damn side i want for girls vs. boys shit my entire life, for whatever reason. it took me a while to figure out that this is probably not the norm).
sorry that this got kinda weird and tangential, i have been havin a very weird time recently
obviously, this is all gonna be pretty personal and subjective, so others are welcome to chime in!
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Star Vs: Monster Bash Review or “Holy Shit Concentrated Into An Episode”
Hello everybody! I’m Jacob Mattingly and welcome back to my tom lucitor retrospective, where I go through every major apperance of everyone’s faviorite demon boy boy. In case you watch my schedule or reguarlly read this blog, and if so thank you.. especially you Kevin your a peach, you’ll know this one got pushed back two weeks because the day it was scheduled.. was the day AFTER the US Capitol Insurgency. So yeah an episode HEAVILY dealing with racisim, with a downer ending and a lot to dig into on the same day a bunch of racists stormed the captail to try and illegally keep another racist in office due to his bullshit claims the electoin was fraud, when it wasn’t he just can’t admit he lost, and their own idocy, violence and hatred was not something I could handle that day and I did some mickey mouse instead.
But while the effects of said riot are still being felt, and unlike many republicans are saying we shouldn’t just “move on” or “try to heal” because the wound needs to be properly examined so the people who carved our country open with a rusty knife can be prosecuted for it, enough time has passed that I can get back on the horse and eat that horse when it comes to this episode. Also expect new tomtrospective weekly with some exceptions till it’s done. So with the real world reasons for the delay out of the way, on with the show.
Previously on Star Vs: Star had a full subplot dealing with her super powered mewberity form, which was now golden and creating bunches of portals. While she wanted to just let it go loose on Eclipsa’s suggestoin, eventually it caused too much damage and Hekapoo was livid when Marco revealed he’d been covering for her and Star, realizing her friend was running himself ragged and ruined a friendship to help her, went to the source of all magic to fix things, metting the baby unicorns and with thier help gaining control over her form. While she does not use it given she JUST got it before this episode, it’s very relevant and makes her come off very stupid but we’ll get to that
In more directly relevant stuff, and our main event, we need to talk about Ms. Henious. Ms. Henious was introduced all the way back in Season 1 as head of St. Olga’s School for Wayward princsesses. She’s voiced by Jessica Walter, aka Malory Archer, Lucille Bluth and .. Fran Sinclair from dinosaurs?
I’ll process that later. Point is she’s a talented lady and voiced Henious perfectly. Henious ran the school as a nightmarish hellhole that stripped away princsesses indviduality when they became too much for their parents. Granted some did genuinely need to be reigned in, Pony went there and so did princess squishy a princess that tried to reinact the plot of face off despite her and star not even being the same species let alone looking remotely similar.. she also liked to say camera phone a lot despite all phones being camera phones for over a decade.
But again like most reform schools it’s a hell hole dedicated more to beating and psyihholically tourturing the rebel or asshole out of you than actually helping so Star and Marco broke in to break out. It naturally was difficult and strenious but in the process our heroes freed the other girls and Marco became feminsest icon Princess Marco. And Marco’s possible gender fluidity, or being trans, was well loved and while he was later said to hate the princess marco idntenity later.. I still dont’ quite buy it and feel Disney just wanted to nip any implications in the bud. Because their stupid and often non-inclusive to the queer community and have to be fought to get inclusivity in there half the time. Could’ve been clumsy writing and the writers not getting people really relating to marco possibly being gender fluid or trans, which given this season’s clumsy writing with marco in general I could buy, but i’m banking more on disney, where one executive can somehow stonewall gay representation because apparnetly one guy was the one who objected to enchanting grom fright.. and he can also go fuck himself with an old rhino’s horn. Which horn is up to you. Also we got two major hints at the future iwth her: a creepy mural star found of monsters and Henious being revealed to have cheek marks she supressed with her very own brainwashing machine.
Our heroes revolution had uintetional side-effects as St.O’s became a party school, though it’s students actually still came back better for the moast part. Henious was thrown out, reduced to sleeping in her car with her manservant gemini and sending Rasticore, a septarian mercinary afer star.. and then carrying his arm around when he got reduced to that.. not because of star but because of a rogue gift card. We don’t have time to unpack that, so she later tried attacking one more time in season 2, in one of the single worst episodes of the series, as she attacked and Marco’s Parents, instead of being concerned about the strange woman and man and lizard man arm attacking thier children, were more concerned about.. tehir cool neighbors. which could’ve been funny but just got frustrating, especially because Marco defended himself well, pointing out while he trashed her school, and gets merchandising rights from princess marco merch, she you know, brainwashed innocent to semi innocent children and was in general horrible and his parents are only humoring her because they were both out of hte loop, which due to this being shortly before star and marco leaves amounts to nothing, and because of the stupid plot.
So after that we got one more apperance in season 3 with her trying to expose marco as a boy to turn the princsses against him and get her school back.. but it was clearly a desperate and flimsy plan and they knew that already, and don’t care because their accepting. And again have done better without her so she gets thrown out and swore revenge on Marco, and here we are.
Finally, since returning Star’s been more active in monster rights, replacing their old batshit insane and patronizingly racist expert with Buff Frog and starting a position to get royal signatures. Obviously this dosen’t sound like the most effective way to do things but it’s both teenager accurate and not the worst plan i’ve heard from a teenager this week.. granted that’s also because I covered a teenager trying to win back her good for not a lot 23 year old boyfriend by stabbing his current girlfriend he left her for a bunch, so it’s not exactly a high bar to clear. So outside of the golden form thing, which i’ll get to in the review proper why I brought that up, that’s what’s all built up to this the mid season finale. While Stump Day DID come after this, I chose to cover it before it since it both takes place before that and feels out of place in the very story heavy episodes after it. So with that out of the way we’ll be taking a look at the full episode and Star’s horrible, no good, very bad night under the cut.
We open at the Monster Temple, that place Ludo and Toffee were headquartered at for season 2 and the battle of mewni mini, where Star is holding a PARTY!
This.. this came up when I typed party. I don’t know why and I don’t WANT to know. I mean party is in the name.. is that a party line? Is this phone sex? No.. just no.. I don’t want dirty sweaty pigs in my phone sex.. I want Rocko like a gentlemen.
Now THAT’S hot. And honestly with what i’ve admitted about myself at this point, can you genuinely tell if i’m joking or not?
Point is Marco and Rich Pidgeon are pitching in. Oh yeah those of you who didn’t get this far in the series, again hi kevin, might wonder wait whose that... well he’s a rich pidgeon, part of the pidgeon kingdom a kingdom of pidgeons that moved into another family’s castle, presumibly killed them, the book wasn’t specific on that and is now just a large bunch of pidgeons that don’t talk human except rich and get all creepy. They also have an excutioner which is as great a visual as you imagine.
That and Marco tried faking singing rich singing it by shving a pien in his foot and making him sign it.. he didn’t know he was fully sapient but still. But it’s also season 3 marco. The fact he didn’t accidently burn the castle down trying to impress star and being mad when she wasn’t happy he comitted arson is an achievement. Rich apparently holds a grudge but says just kiddng.. maybe.. i’d be prepared for a pidgeon with a machete if I were Marco. Thankfully i’m not.. I mean I hate myself enough.
Anyways the party is in full swing, as both monsters and mewmans are there. On the mewman sides are the royals we met at the Silver Bell Ball and on the monster side are a bunch of monster teens who look up to star we previously met during the Ludo arc in season 2. Pony arrives bringing a photo booth. And kelly!
And also Johnny Blowhole...
That dolphin what showed up a few times, including in the comic and the show, like most of it’s supporting cast, just sorta forgot. Also was going to be my porn name, just in case till it ended up attached to a fictonal teenager. Did.. did not think naming a character “blowhole” through did they?
Anyways the party is at “middle school dance” levels of awkward with the monsters and humans on other sides. Rock seems to be getting ready for a racist tyrade and singles out a yak like monster.. only to instead compliment the guy’s ripped jeans and the two compliment each other on horns... turns out the ones Rock always wear aren’t decorative but part of him due to a boating accident. Shame we never got more of this kid. that’s a good kid I tell you what.
But honestly and since the moment is right given their all in this episode.. we never get a lot of the other royals outside of tom and star PERIOD. While Penelope would show up one last time and Larry would make a cameo for the most part their just.. background filler. Even this pettitoin arc was two episodes long. Rich is BRAND new and he gets way more focus.. and even he only gets to show up again for the big “Gondor calls for aid moment” in season 4 where star summoned whoever she could get on short notice. And is the ONLY royal to besides Ponyhead. Larry has an intresting enough design but the underwater kingdom only got featured in the deep trouble tie in comic that got cut short, and he wasn’t created yet so he doesen’t even show up for it. Jagg’s is such a footnote to the creators she dosen’t ever show up after this, and finally Rock, despite being star’s COUSIN and despite his kingdom being specifically mentioned as the hardest to make sympathetic to eclipsa during her own entirely ignored arc trying to win over the other kingdoms, and despite it being where River comes from and thus possibly providing some more insight into that awesome, awesome man.. we get nothing. Hell the Cloud Kingdom of the Ponyeheads ONLY gets two visits despite being home of one of the main cast.. god I just realized Ponyhead was part of the main cast.
So while I grapple with that, Star figures the punch is too warm and while Marco goes to get ice, she tries to remind him she can do magic and accidently puts it in your standard cartoon ice block.. and being star gets her tounge stuck. Thankfully her savior comes in the form of tom who being.. you know.. tom.. can simply melt it down and reminds her he’s been there the whole time. She’s just been a bit distracted with you know, trying to ease centuries of racial tension in a well meaning but ultimately pointless at best and risky at worst, partay. And dosen’t seem to get WHY she dosen’t want to dance.. even if they do have a REALY fucking cute moment where he leans in to kiss her, she catches him on it.. then blows a raspberry into his mouth when he does and smooches him on the cheek a bunch.
But the whole thing leaves him as a grumpus venting to marco and boiling the punch.. though at least Marco gets to use that ice now so silver linings and all that. And when marco tries to explain he tells him he dosen’t “talk politics”
My baby boy.. i’m so disapointed in you. And Marco points out as he leaves “your a prince everything you do is political. “. Which is.. HALF true. I mean tom going to the bathroom or eating a taco or taking his grandpa fo ra walk on his leash so he dosen’t gouge anyones eyes out isn’t political.. but he’s also not wrong that being the half demon half mewman son of two royals, DOES mean tom can come off political and one previous episode which he made a cameo in even had Tom being profiled, with a shopkeep who shoed out another monster kid tried that on tom.. only to realize who he was dealing with and beg for mercy he probably only got because Tom’s trying to be a better person now. And I don’t think i’ts even malcious on tom’s part, tom isn’t the most empathetic guy. He’s nice, he’s sweet, and once he knows you he can be really thoughtful.. but as we’ve seen throughout this retrospective.. empathy is something he’s struggled with. He stalked star because he didn’t see HER side of him creeply and obessively persuing her until Marco got through to him. He missed the point of his therapy assignment, seeing it as a goal to get passed instead of hwat brian intended: for him to geninely make amends with someone he hurt. He didn’t get that while star didn’t, at the time, want to date him ignoring her would hurt her... though that on’es not on him. He’s not a bad guy at all but he’s not at all great at reading people or being selfless.
He’s getting there, stump day showed him put stars needs before Marco’s and not out of any selfish dick measuring contest but because he knew what she wanted and what made her happy, but it’s hard to have empathy for a problem you don’t get how bad it is. To tom it’s just getting stopped once in a while and then having to glower or literally roast someone. To these monsters... it’s a life of being denied a decent standard of living, housing and being treated as a crminal and a beast just for existing. Tom has a fancy castle, loyal subjects, tons of money.. his privlage has insulated him from the real dangers of being the minority he is, of getting beaten up by the cops or arrested just for being a monster. And yes i’m using real world paralells.. but so does the end of this episode so shhh. It’s also a moral that hits home since as a white person, the last year has hit me HARD with just how much I didn’t know about the racial situation in america and how complacient i’d become. I wasn’t actively racist.. but like many americans I had the bad tendency to forget the horrible things that happpend on a daily basis to people of color in this country when it got out of the news. Privlage can blind you, and I cannot speak for if it does so for any real life minorties as i’m not touching a subject i’m not qulaified to talk on due to being super white with a ten foot pole, but I can speak for me that sometimes you just.. dont’ notice a problem unless i’ts happening to you. And while it has happened to tom it’s such a minor inconvience he probably just forgets about it and moves on. And these next two episodes with him, though we have some plot stuff to get too before we get back to Tom in feburary, are him getting his bubble popped and realizing just WHAT Star has been fighting against. And Star’s own privlage will be an issue later.. but we’llg et to that in it’s own time.
So while Tom skulks off Rich startles Marco to get him to do his kung fun hand pose “the sword hand dance” and everyone uses it to dance which Marco understandably objects to until kelly asks him to dance. Cue adorable ship tease.. again this is why i’m thrownig in the kelco episode in the next batch: because the trajectory of this relationship eeerily lines up with tom episodes. No sense avoiding the ONE other episode about the ship , especially if i’m going out of my way to cover the Meteora arc on top of it and my other 80 projects. And regular coverage. And comissions. And you get the idea it’s a lot but i’m happy to do it.
Meanwhile we meet Slime, a friendly slime monster who introduces himself to penelope and her massive spider bite... and then drips a bit giving her the wrong impression. Thankfully.. this does not turn into the PG-Rated versoin of BLue from the heathers musical.
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No he just was offering to aloe up her spiderbite, and she’s all too happy to accept since her family never thought about it.. though as we see next season their not against it suprisingly. They are still dicks though. But not racist, though that’s a very low bar to clear and only gives them credit because mewni as a whole is pretty racist when it comes to Monsters. Point is I hate their parents but love these ship as the two share some ship tease and go downstairs.. only to get attacked.
Meanwhile, Marco’s getting a goblin dog while being watched by Henious.. who despite Gemini’s objections.. no longer cares about her cheeks as she grins sinesterly and has him play her music, some heavy metal. FORESHADOWING!
Back at the party, Star adreses her public and is all proud and blushy.. till Penelope stumbles in, covered in scars, telling the crowd something took Slime.. and both sides start blaming one another, especially since it turns out a LOT of the monsters have gone missing. So with everything she worked towards and had achieved crumbling, Star calms the crowd and says she’ll investigate. Outside Marco is getting a goblin dog with roy, and wondering why he has strawberry, who orders a strawberry.. who wants that? And then decides to get one out of curiosity which I would but i’m also fat and love strawberries so i’m not a beacon of good decisionmaking.
So Star grabs him before he can roll that metaphorical dice and passes tom who tries to downplay her concerns and get her to go make out, thinking that’s what’s going on despite that.. making no sense, as a ton of them are missing and 6 is a bit much for polyamory.. I mean it works for some people
But not everyone can be a majestic space grandma whose also a caterpillar. And their too young to orgy so that’s out too. Point is Tom is an idiot this time and Star RIGHTFULLY calls him out for belitting her cause, not really caring about it, or the other teens who are in danger right now from god knows what and tells him to either help or get out of the way.
So while Tom licks his well earned wounds, Star and Marco journey into the depths and find a campsite with fresh dog eared pages indicating whoevers behind the abudictions is not only sapient, but still here... oh and it somehow gets worse as they find out WHOSE behind it.
And a second question you might be having: Who dis. Well this is Mina Loveberry, solarian warrior, whose a legend in Mewni and was one of star’s childhood heroes who she found wondering around homeless and clearly not mentally well in the park on earth.. and then tried to conquer it, but the electoral process stopped her... I don’t know why but a half crazed maniac being defeated by due electoral process makes me feel all warm and fuzzy right now, on this specific day this is coming out late on. Hmmmm.. INTERESTING aint it?
Point is Mina is a super powerful, super not in her right mind super warrior, who is naturlaly the kidnapper, as this episode also reveals she’s violently racist and assuemed something was up and whiel Star, who despite said cou still loves and respects her and gets she’s not well, tries to talk her down it increasingly becomes clear there’s no reasoning with her. And really with most racists.. there isn’t. Racisim isn’t something that’s rational and while some people are just indocrinated at a young age and CAN be turned around on it.. some are just so deeply up their own ass with hatred you can’t reason with them or save them. You just have to stop them. Via impeaching them, making sure they get called out and taken out of office.. or in this case using rainbows on them.
But we’ll have to wait a second as a bunch of debris falls on mina taking her out!
.. Only to reveal Henious and while Marco’s willing to fight her and her posse, Raasticore grabs star and henious hooks him up to the brainwash machine, probably planning to kill him with it while playing the music
But before she can kill or do worse to one of our heroes.. the door behind them opens up.. and reveals a child’s play room.
And Henious.. gives up on the attack and enters, disturbing Gemini as she looks around in what’s easily one of the best scene sin the entire series: her slow walk, the way the animation follows her as it sinks in just what Metora might be.. and her picking up two dolls, the ones seen above.. her dolls to Gemini’s increasing discomfort. And while the animation is stellar and utterly moving as we slowly put the pieces together... it’s Walter’s delivery that REALLY STUNS.Gone is the harsh, unforgiving nightmarish woman we’ve known.. and instead is someone whose confused.. and remembering. Remembering WHY she has those cheek marks, remembering this was her room, her home.. and those were her parents. She remembers now.. and Mina rises to say of course she did “I knew you’d be back here one day meteora!” And as Gemini tries to refute this.. Meteora agrees with MIna, no longer henious at last freed form her deep and abusive brainwashing we’ll cover soon enough. And deeply confused. And as everyone else is deeply confused... Mina, not realizing this whole thing was covered up, again we’ll get to that soon too, spells it out for them and the audience in case you missed it. When Star asks how Eclipsa plays into any of this?
“Don’t you ding dongs know anything? She’s her mamma!”
(Marco and Star stare in shock as it sinks in)
Marco: “Wait HENIOUS is a princess?!”
Star: “she’s a butterfly”
Yeah quite obviously this is one of the biggest wham episodes in the entire series. In one moment we not only find out Henious is indeed a butterflfy as fans thought.. but Eclipsa’s daughter, half monster, and her entire existance raises questions of how much her family hid and if not WHO DID. I mean some of you alreayd know the answer but the rest of you can wait a week.. or a few mintues it’s hinted at soon enough. Point is Star has questions.. questions the violent racist whose pretty messed up in the head for a variety of the reasons and spent decades hunting her.. is not willing to hear out and instead prepares to smite her. While Star tries DESPERATLEY to talk her friend out of this it’s very clear Mina’s not going to listen... so Star rainbow fists her.. and prepares to face her former friend and inspiration for Meteora’s saftey and the answers she BADLY needs right now. Oh and just in case you thought “oh well the magical girl who sounds like amy sedaris can’t be that big a threat”... Yeah I didn’t mention broly for nothing.
Mina bulked up. Meet Solarian Mina. And like the Legendary Super Sayian form from Dragon Ball.. i’ts a beserker of a form that turns the already obessive and insane Mina.. into an unstoppable rage fuled killing machine with horrifying levels of power who can beat down anyone nearbye. And unlike Broly, where he was just a one in a million fluke in both versions... Mina was PLANNED to be this. The solarian program was something Eclipsa’s mom came up with, a series of spells that slowly turn the target into a rampaging super soldier. It’s like if Nuke from marvel comics, a vietnam era version of captain america who dind’t turn out so good, was INTETIONAL;
As you can see it removes fear.. but also the targets concisce, so Mina is incapable of empathy or being cure dof her racisim. Solaria turned her from a humble volunteer just hoping ot help and improve her station into the crazed monster star now faces.
And as the Broly comparision should make clear... yeah Star dosen’t do so good and neither does Marco. She shrugs off Star’s hits and while botht he kids and meteora escape, both just piss Mina off MORE, and put star in more danger as she’s thrown around like a ragdoll.
She then runs into tom who shows off his growht: While he was a dick up there.. unlike before where he assumed he was always the wronged party.. he realized he crossed a line and while he dosen’t know WHY he did, is still willing to apologize and presumibly talk about it. A bit clueless yes but it’s effort and his tone is sincre so it’s less “I’m apologizing for whatever I guess” bullshit and more “I genuinely don’t know wha ti did wrong please tell me so I can say sorry”.. which given how awkard tom is with people and how I pointed out his trouble relating to them over htis retrospective, is the more beliviable one.
Naturally while Star does appricate it she’s kinda busy.. and when Tom see’s what’s going on he leaps in with NO hesitation. And given how close the luictors once were and are again with the butterflies it’s doubtful he hadn’t heard of mina so he likely KNOWS what he’s going up against..a nd dosen’t care. His girlfriend needs his help and this person’s trying to hurt her. That’s all he needs to kick her ass. Or try.. unlike with the z warriors.. our heroes don’t win this one. Tom tries a really cool move i’m dubbing the onyx coffin, a black coffin with runes and chains.. that does nothing to her. She breaks out and our heroes flee and Mina causes a massive ruckuss above, and the only reasons our heros don’t die.. is that the knights and Rhombulus of the high comission arrive.
And since the high comission are going to be vastly important a refresher: The high comission were created by glossaryck, the little man who lives in stars book who used to be voiced by an asshole and next season is voiced by keith motherfucking david, to police the multiverse and it’s various issues. The four we know are Lekmet: a goat man who died last season and controlled entropy and could heal at the cost of his own life hence the death, Hekapoo, a close assiocate of marcos who controls the scissors beings use to cross dimensions and can do so herslef effortlessly, Omnitraxus Prime, a powerful and giant antler skulled being who watches space time and timelines and is voiced by Karl Weathers so...
And Rhombulus, a diamond headed he-man reject with snakes for hands becaue his dad is a well documented dickhead.. no really that’s the entire explination i the book of spells: Glossaryck turned his hands to snake to teach him the lesson i’ts hard to get through life with snake hands. He’s a gung ho guy who imprisons the wrost of the worst criminals thus his presence here as Mina clearly had a falling out with the comission and thus flees.
So while Star and Tom are given blankets afterwords and some cocoa, Tom comforts her and admits if nothing else.. he gets it now, having been finally faced with the type of horrible shit monsters have had to deal with in the past and sees why his girlfriend tried hard to help it. But Star.. realizes she can’t fix this that easy. That she dosen’t know enough and clearly ther’es even more than she ever could’ve thought possible she has ot know if she’s going to fix this.. and that it’s not an EASY problem to fix. You really CAN’T fix racisim you can just make society better, but you’ll never be rid of people like Mina. Though this arc will.. yeah in one of the more baffling decisions Mina is given this huge reindrocution, with Amy Sedaris showing that while a very funny lady and a very talented actress as bojack had previously shown off for both.. she can be FUCKING TERRIFYING. But nope, she’s just..g one outside of a cameo, gets beatne off screen and dosen’t become big bad for a season. And I get it, the metora arc needed room.. but you had a WHOLE EXTRA EPISODE to have her defeat mina. Inastead you used it for Marco Jr which amounted to almost nothing and could’ve been saved for season 4 wher eit probably woudln’t of been terrible. I”ll get to that one some day. Point is it’s bad storytelling.
So yeah Star’s feeling lost, her family history is in flux, she got beaten badly, not horribly injrued but still lost handily, her party ruined and she was hit with the realization her plans were overly idealistic. Well meaning sure but a party was never going to cure this. Oh and Rhombluus naturally isn’t coming clean about why the temple is off limits or what’s going on here so that dosen’t help.
And somehow.. IT STILL GETS WORSE. The Wizard Cops try to take the monsters in , profling them and not having done so and star thankfully talks them out of it but the monster kids turn down any afterparty or anything. They get she means well tbut hte moment’s over. And their not even excesivley sad.. their just.. used to the police treating them like this. Like less than human, like automatic suspects when THEY were the victims. IT’s nothing new... and god does this feel relevant as hell.
And this i where I meant Star’s privlage bites her: While not as bad as tom, it took some very harsh reality for her to see that solving racisim.. is not only nigh imposisble but not that easy. To her it was easy as a party and friendship and what’s worked before in her fairly shelted world. Advetnures or not she’s still a princess whose never experinced prejudice. In both worlds she’s in the majority. It’s probably why Marco conttoned on to monster racism in seconds during “Menipendence Day’ when Star hadn’t her whole life: to Marco, whose latix and thus dealing with all kinds of racist shit his whole life, it was easier to pick it up. He’s firmly part of his culture.. and thus probably firmly aware of the racism he faces. Star is so insulated she just dosen’t get it till it nearly beat her to death. So yeah Star’s at her lowest point, having failed to make things better, the answer to her questions being lost and not sure what’s real. Metora on the other hand as they dodge the cops.. has ascended. As Gemini calls her henious once last time.. she says that’s not her name.
“My name is meteora”
SHe’s been dreaming the wrong dream.. and it’s long past time she woke up.
Final Thoughts;
Monster Bash.. is one of the best episodes in the series. Unlike a lot of Seasons 3 and 4 it dosen’t suffer from lack of proper payoff, as the next few episodes deal with how the fuck any of this is happening and why the fuck any of it happened. Mina’s absence nonwithstanding.. this is one of the series best and most gripping arcs. And the swerve is great: you think i’ts Henious doing the kindappings, only for her not to be the threat again just yet. And for her to be something far more. It’s just masterful, starting iwth fun hyjinks and ending in one of the best nad most nightmarish fights in the series if not the best, watching as our heroes slowly but surely LOOSE.. and THEN it gets worse. Out and out a must watch for the series and a sad sign of what it COULD’VE been had it moved past it’s worst insitncts next season and become what i should’ve been.
Next week: We take a tom break as Eclipsa nad Mon investigate all of this and we get the SECOND biggest wham episode in the series.
Until the next rainbow, be excellent to each other.
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Short Answer Quiz #3// Due- 20 NOV 2020
1. Determine what kind of social media site you are creating. Then answer the following questions, explaining your decisions. (Remember the key here is to create an ethical algorithm model).
I would create a social media site that run as a microblog – like Twitter or Tumblr – in the sense that I would allow for users to share images, textual work, voice audios and would be able to like and repost another person’s work. The name of my microblog would be “Can You hear Me Now?” and would predominantly be used to openly discuss global issues of oppressions, racisms, sexisms, and further discriminations. The objective of “Can You Hear Me Know?” is to explicitly share your point of view on systemic issues across the glob – with no filter – urging people to listen to what they have to say. The social media blog would call for attention all across the globe and would consist of an inclusive online society where individuals are able to share posts and comment on posts to express their stance on a certain issue. Users would be “heard” as they practice a form of online social activism to address concerns that need to be addressed. My microblog would have people step out of their comfort zone, where they can search for their holistic identity to gain a better sense of who they are as a person and what major change they can do in the world by speaking their voice. However, racist remarks/comments and oppressions will be flagged and will not be acceptable on the microblog. I would establish an online culture that welcomes all ages, race, genders, and nations to come together to address the uncomfortable notions of the White Nationalists who are trying to dominant global culture. I would welcome activist and encourage them to go beyond the form of slacktivism and encourage them to create online movements that are powerful enough to be addressed offline. The algorithms I would use would, again, be tailored to an inclusive online environment. There would be no such thing as virtual redlining – as redlining can be dangerous and can be seen as a form of oppression and further discriminations among the minority races. I would make “Can You Hear Me Now?” easily available to all people coming from all types of social economic statuses. By that, I would create this microblog and structure it in the form of an application – which can be downloaded on a smartphone – and via the Internet on a computer-based tablet or desktop. For those who cannot afford technology, I would encourage users to take their online movements out to the real world – out in the streets – where everyone can be a part of the culture and join in on the new revolution to freedoms.
2. What will you measure? (ex: likes, hashtags, how long someone stays on a page, etc) Be sure to explain all your decisions.
I will measure the amount of likes a blog post receives to better understand the direction to where my online culture is headed. For example, if I see that a Black Lives Matter page is receiving thousands of likes I will address the need and the importance in highlighting the domains that lie between the issues of oppression and discrimination against the male and female Black body. I will encourage all users to come together on this online platform to address this issue of racism and encourage users to continue to fight for what they believe in. Hashtags are a major part of modern online culture; therefore, I would encourage my users to keep enlisting hashtags in their blog posts so that it will be displayed on the majority of user’s feeds. These hashtags can share the importance of a “Blacktag” – as the “blacktag” is huge on other social media platforms for sparking an online and offline movement. As previously mentioned, I would not limit anything and would encourage my users to feel comfortable to vocalize what they believe in and would offer a platform for all cultures, race, ethnicities, and genders to vocalize the issues they face – whether it be Black Lives Matter, etc. The hastags – or blacktags – will allow other users (who may be allies) to join forces on the online blog and continue the conversation on the importance of the global issue and global movements like Black Lives Matter.
3. How will you weight these factors? (rank factors from most important to least important)
These factors will be weighed through carful analyzation as to why users choose to go on “Can You Hear Me Now?”. For example, my executive team – software developers – would ensure that my microblog website has no restrictions and provides a free space for social activisms. However, the microblog will take into consideration the social issues the user is interested in vocalizing in. For example, Tommy is setting up an account for “Can You Hear Me Know?”, as a part of activating his account he will be asked what political issues he would like to discuss and be involved in when logging into the microblog. Let’s say Tommy says he is deciding to join “Can You hear Me Know?” because he is a gay male who constantly faces harassment and discriminations out in the offline world. He wants to be heard, he wants to connect with people who feel his pain and who want to spread love and peace in the offline and online culture. This allows for “Tommy” to connect with other users who share similar and common interests and address the issues gay men – around the globe – face in their residing country. Tommy, an American male, is now connected to gay men from Australia, The United Kingdom, Russia, etc. where they can all express their common experiences of oppression. Tommy is now able to join forces and connect on “Can You Hear Me Now?” because he feels that he is being heard for the first time and wants to vocalize how he feels. This is the most important factor of my microblog. A moderate factor would be asking for Tommy’s age so that he can be around people the same age as he is, that way they can have more of a connection and may feel more relaxed and willing to open up to one another. My microblog would be so diverse and act as a safe haven for those who wish to escape the offline world. A minor factor would be providing your religious background – although religion can be seen as a major factor, “Can You Hear Me Now?” is directed towards hearing everyone for who they are, for the social oppression they face in the offline world that stem from systemic issues. Religion is beautiful and an incredible thing to share and talk among one another, however, my blog would be more directed towards – yet again – social oppression of race, sex, culture, and gender.
4. What factors will not be measured? (what will not be measured in your algorithm and why)
I have previously mentioned religion as being a minimal factor that would be measured, or not measure, because of the fact that my microblog aims at correction and fixing social oppression and allowing for individuals from all over the world to be heard and share their struggles they have gone through. Relationship status would not be measure in my microblog, a lot of blogs and social media websites ask for too much information – such as Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram. However, no one needs to know if Tommy – a newer user of “Can You Hear Me Now?” – is single, married, in a relationship, or divorced. They only need to know what Tommy stands for – Tommy is a gay American male who is fighting for his right to live in an offline world where people would no longer judge him for his sexual preferences. Tommy is trying to connect with gay men from around the world – not for the purpose of dating – but for the purpose of expressing his hurt through vocalizing the hardships he has experienced through the act of posting a picture, a textual post, a video recording, or even the movement of a hashtag.
5. How will the model learn or adapt to new information? (this can include changes in language, etc)
The algorithms that are place on “Do You hear Me Now?” would include programing that would make appropriate suggestions that cater and benefit to the individuals needs. This entails that if Tommy is constantly looking up Gay Rights Movements in his search bar, the algorithms and technology will automatically introduce him to a feed of the U.S. Supreme Court legalizing same-sex marriage across the nation or a historical event such as The Stonewall riots. This is crucially important to recollect on because Tommy lives in America, the algorithms know this because when Tommy was creating his profile on “Can You hear Me Now?”, he mentioned that he lived in the United States. The algorithms will be structure to benefit the individual rather than harm them or “redline” them out of oppression and unethical standards. The algorithms work together to help Tommy stay connected and to help him on the issues of gay rights in the American offline culture.
6. What biases will be built into the model? How will this change the algorithm’s outcome?
I think my own personal biases would definitely interfere with the creation of my microblog, which is why I would hire a team that come from a variety of backgrounds and experiences – a diverse technological team that creates the computational inputs and outputs of the algorithms. However, if I hired a group of people who thought just like I did or who went through the same experiences I did it would lead to the problem of personal bias. Being a gay male in my mid-twenties, I would probably focus too much on gay rights issues in American culture. Knowing this, as previously mentioned, I would hire a diverse team who comes from multiple backgrounds – nationalities, sex, gender, etc. – so that we can complete the mission statement of tailoring each experience to our online users.
7. How will the model live out the (un)ethical practices we have discussed?
The model and formulation of my blog would be inclusive as it would take ethical standards into consideration. Recently – in this course – we have learned about the systemic issues of racisms in the American culture and how mass media portrays the Black body as “thuggish” and “unnatural”. “Do You Hear Me Now?” would address these issues and would promote the beauty of the Black body and black hair by applying ethical standards that help destroy the issues of oppression. I would encourage users that my blog is definitely an open space for communicating on all issues, however, I would not want my users to get too comfortable on the online platform and would want them to take their measures offline so that they can make an even bigger impact and difference in the world. I mentioned that all were welcome, and they are. But, if they are members of a hate group – such as the White Supremacists – I would not allow for that type of hate to grow any further, especially on my microblog and for what I represent. This is how I can provide an ethical standard, by allowing for all groups and people from all over the world to vocalize their oppressions and to be heard – encouraging social activism both online and offline – but, I would not tolerate the continuity of hate groups to be on my blog.
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Hii~ A request for Tom Holland x Reader :3 well, i don't know how to explain (i hope my english is not too bad and understandable) but it would be fun if Tom and Reader were in love with each other, but one day their families set up an arranged marriage and they don't know with whom (when it is to marry Tom and Reader, they don't know that they both come from a wealthy family) and therefore they do their best to cancel this wedding separately
Summary: Tom and (Y/N) have been dating for a while now and both knew that they loved the other more than anything in the world. But when they received the news that they were going to marry someone else, they try everything to call off the wedding, without knowing the whole story behind it
A/N: I loved your request, I really did. Don’t worry about your English, it’s fine! Also, my first language is Portuguese (the hardest language to speak on Earth, to be honest), so I make my own mistakes sometimes and I apologize. I made up names for family members to give some reality to the story and I got a little carried away with 10K words. And sorry I took too long.
Words: 10.2K
Pairing: Rich!CEO!Tom Holland x Rich!Reader
Warnings: Mentions of sex, cursing, alcohol.
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ALWAYS THERE
Valentine’s Day was a very special day for many couples, especially for those who just got together and were really looking forward to having a nice date with their significant other. It didn’t really matter how cold the day was, the streets were full of couples trying to get to their dates and restaurants all booked up. For (Y/N) and Tom, it would be the very first time spending Valentine’s Day together. The had just got together, after meeting in each in a pub and started going out on dates together. It was fast but they really were completely falling for each other and that’s why today was so special for both of them.
The day started with (Y/N) getting a huge bouquet of flowers over her work dress and getting a lot of funny or jealous looks from her coworkers. And after a full day of work, both her and Tom rushed to their dinner reservation. Tom made sure to get the best place to have dinner with his girl, just because he wanted everything to be perfect. Somewhere that wasn’t crowded and the food was just so good. They almost lost their reservation because of the traffic, but luckily they made it to the restaurant just in time.
“Hi, darling. Happy valentine’s day.” Tom pulled her by the waist and kissed her deeply.
“Happy valentine’s day love.” She fixed his hair and smiled. “I’m sorry I’m late, it’s just… Traffic and work.”
“Yeah, I know. Me too.” He smiled and kissed her again. “Shall we go in?”
“Yes! I’m starving.” He followed her inside with a hand on the small of her back.
It was the perfect place for both of them. Not very crowded, lots of wine options, good music and good food. It was just so perfect, just the two of them, after a long day of work. They weren’t together for long, but judging by their faces when they were looking at each other, you could just know how in love they were.
“Thank you for the flowers earlier. Lilies are my favourite.”
“Just a little something for my favourite girl.” He searched for her hands over the table and rubbed circles with his thumb on the back of her hand. “How was your day?”
“Full. I had many job interviews to make and a really long and boring meeting. And I had to stick around a little longer just to choose the last outfits for tomorrow’s photoshoot.”
“Wow, you must be really tired.” He said and she nodded.
“Mostly mentally tired, but I’m okay now.” She tightened her grip on his hand and smiled. “How was your’s?”
“Tiring as well, but is mostly my dad’s fault. He’s been bothering me all week to come to dinner with both him and my mother and to be honest, it’s not something I’ve been looking forward to having because every time we are together, we fight.”
“Oh, I wish I could just go with you. It would be lovely to meet your parents. But my aunt is hosting a dinner tomorrow with a big part of my family and my mom said it’s important for me to be there.”
“It’s okay, darling. Maybe you can meet my parents some other time and I can meet yours. I just know that I’m dying to meet the two that graced us with your presence in the world.” He smirked and she laughed.
“That was cheesy.”
“I know.” Both of them laughed and got excited to see their food coming in. “But yeah, I’m serious. I can’t wait to meet them because I really want this to be a serious thing.”
“I’m glad you are because I am too.” She blushed slightly, taking in her food for the first time. “Uhm, this is delicious.”
“I know right? I came here for a business lunch once and absolutely loved it!”
“It’s just so good. I don’t know if I’m starving or if this is really good.”
“I think both, darling.” He chuckled and she nodded, agreeing.
It was the perfect valentine date after a long day of work and stress, seeing each other and having a simple and nice dinner together was enough to calm their hearts. Tom couldn’t describe the way he felt about her. When she walked into the room was like she could just pull out every single particle of oxygen from the air and he needed her to be around so he could breathe again. She was literally breathtaking and Tom knew it since the first time they met. He also knew he wanted to marry that girl someday. (Y/N) literally felt the same and Tom somehow turned to be the person that really got her and he was the one that made her smile after a hard day. She couldn’t get herself to say, afraid that saying it would make it all go away, but she wanted to be with him for the rest of her life. Of course, they were taking things slowly and it was too early into their relationship to even start talking about marriage, but it was something both of them wanted.
“I’m so glad we did this today. Our first valentine’s day together.” (Y/N) said after they ordered dessert.
“One we’ll remember for the rest of our lives.”
“And we’ll tell our kids about it.” After they both realized what they’d just said, both fell into silence. “Sorry, I shouldn’t…”
“No, I started it.” He said looking down to the table. “But I really want this to be the first of many valentine’s days.”
“Me too.” She smiled. “And I’m sorry for rushing things and talking about kids, but I want it if you want it. Not right now of course, but if I had to have someone’s babies, I’d have yours.”
“I’d have yours too.” He blushed and both of them smiled widely for each other.
“That’s cute, planning our future.”
“Really cute.”
They were truly happy together and it was like nothing was going to tear them apart. What they weren’t expecting was the next day and the dinner they were going to have with their families separately. The end of their night was amazing, almost flawless. They ended up going back to her apartment and spending the whole night together with all their intimacy and everything. They woke up in each other’s arms but they quickly had to leave the apartment to go to work.
Working on the fashion industry could be hard most of the times, but (Y/N) loved every second of it. She spent the whole day working on a photoshoot for a fashion magazine interview and gathered new material to start some new small collection. It was a busy day, but she felt renewed after last night’s events and was really looking forward to spending some time with her family that she hasn’t seen in ages. So when the night came, she just ran to go get herself ready for a nice dinner with her family.
Of course, she found the nicest and most expensive dress in her closet just to go to that dinner. If there’s a thing she knew about her family is that they always noticed those little details like what she was wearing, especially after many investments in her fashion school. She needed to look absolutely perfect for them and she found the perfect dress for the occasion. It was a short white dress with a turtleneck and a long creme coat that fit her just fine and it was elegant, perfect for a family dinner.
Her aunt’s house was absolutely lovely. It was outside town and it kind of looked like a Victorian palace, but it was only her mansion that was so big that a person could easily get lost inside. Wasn’t much different from her old parent’s house, before they moved to a luxury apartment in the city, but her aunt’s was much bigger. She loved her family, but when it came to money and luxury, they’d never hold anything back to get it, coming to a point where they married her cousin Rufus with a girl, daughter of a big company in Paris, just to earn more money with the marriage. And years later she found out that Rufus was gay, which you repugned their forced marriage even more.
She parked her car in the middle of many other cars in front of the house, that was lit up with some amazing spotlights, making it look like a heavenly place. She rocked those heels making her way to the front door, trying to get a little bit more of quietness before she entered a place with a bunch of people bombing her with questions, but before she even rang the doorbell, the big wood door opened revealing one of her aunt’s butlers.
“Good evening, Ms (Y/L/N).” He said with a sympathetic smile on her face.
“Good evening, Mr Williams. Anyone here yet?”
“Everyone. And they were just waiting for your arrival.”
“Uhm, bummer that I’m so late for this.” She fixed her hair and he gave her some space to come in. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
(Y/N)’s aunt Amelia was the kind of woman that wanted everything perfect and in order, which meant that a simple family dinner could be easily turned to be a fancy dinner. Everyone was dressed nicely, which made you feel slightly underdressed. Her aunt herself was wearing a big black furry coat, expensive jewellery and Louboutins. Amelia welcome her niece like she was the most important guest of the night as if she was famous or something. She approached her with two glasses of Whisky in hand and a half-smoked cigarette between her fingers.
“(Y/N) darling, finally! We were already thinking you weren’t going to make it.”
“Sorry Auntie, I’ve been busy at work.” She replied with a smile on her face.
“Oh, so you must be really tired.” She extended one of the glasses towards her niece and winked. “Here, you might need to get some energy for tonight. I know how much you like Whisky with coconut water ice cubes.”
“Thank you, I’ve been needing this all day.”
“Come on, the whole family is waiting for you.”
The living room was filled with family, that including many of your aunts and uncles, cousins and their small families, your mom, dad and younger sister. Everyone was socializing, with drinks on hands and making nice conversation with each other. Very calmly, she made sure to say hi to everyone in particular. Her uncle Robert still made some bad jokes like every other uncle, some of her women cousins were having the motherhood fever and all they talked about was having kids. Her mom and dad were glad to see their older daughter again without any interruptions since she was too busy with work and secretly busy with a new boyfriend. Her younger sister was a little bored at that party, but she was trying to have a good time with her recently married husband and trying to get away from all the maternity talk. And for least, she met her cousin Rufus, sitting on the ground and playing with his twin little daughters while his wife was sitting on the couch with their newborn son.
“Hey Ruffie, so glad to see you here.”
“Hey (Y/N), glad to see you too.” He smiled at her while she kneeled down to meet with his daughters.
“Oh my God, Ronnie and Poppy are so big!” She smiled at him and he smiled back.
“Time flies cousin. And now I have three kids.”
“And they are completely adorable.” She fixed Ronnie’s hair and picked her up in her arms. “Hey Ronnie, how have you been?”
“Good auntie (Y/N). Have you seen my dress? Dad said you made it for me.” She asked showing her beautiful yellow dress with little flowers all over it.
“That’s right darling, did you like it? I sent them to you and your sister as a gift.”
“I loved it. And I’m sure Poppy liked it too.”
“(Y/N), for fuck’s sake, don’t get close to Veronica or Penelope with Whisky. It’s not good for them.” Her mother said from the couch, where she was holding her baby in the middle of all the girls.
“It’s not like I’m giving them to drink, Bonnie.” She replied back.
“Still, the smell is not good for them and it’s a bad influence. That’s why we don’t have any alcohol in the house.” She said to the other mothers. “We should drink around three little kids, it’s just… wrong.” (Y/N) rolled her eyes and rested Ronnie on the ground, finishing her drink right after.
“She’s just so annoying, isn’t she?” You sister, Olivia, asked on your ears.
“Don’t even start on that. She always gets on my nerves.”
“Well, let’s eat!” Aunt Amelia announced.
Dinner was fun, catching up with family and drinking the nicest bottles of wine one could possibly find with a great meal made by Amelia’s personal chef. Everything was just spectacular and everyone was having a good time. (Y/N) loved her family, even though they were messed up people and sometimes they married boring people just for the money and luxury. It was still great to be around them because after all, they were her family. (Y/N) was just glad that Olivia’s husband Wyatt was a decent guy and was treating everyone good. They all enjoyed a good meal together and almost gave up eating by the time dessert was served. After a couple of minutes, people started saying goodbye, going to their homes or to their rooms, leaving only (Y/N), her parents, Olivia and Wyatt, Rufus and his newborn son and Amelia.
Well, speaking of her aunt, she served herself and her son with a good glass of wine, saying that nobody would tell his wife, which he appreciated and drank the whole with excitement. Olivia finally said goodbye to everyone, leaving with her husband back to their house. Rufus finished his drink and went for a walk to try getting his son to sleep. Amelia lighted up a cigar and offered it to the ones left at the table, which all politely decline, except for (Y/N), who accepted it.
“Look at you, darling. So much like me. I’m very proud.” Amelia said.
“It just came to me that all of those times we left (Y/N) with Amelia, she taught her daughter to be a whisky and cigar appreciator.” Her dad said, cracking a laugh.
“That’s why she didn’t turn out to be a boring girl like you Harry.”
“I just hope Olivia didn’t turn out to be like you two.” Alice said in the middle of a laugh.
“Uhm, auntie Amelia. Why exactly did you host this dinner? Cigars and my favourite whisky, also my favourite food and dessert. I know you like to please people, but not that much specifically.”
“She’s smart, Harry!” Amelia pointed her cigar towards her niece and sipped her whisky.
“Well, darling, we were talking to your aunt since Olivia got married and we were all just impressed that she got engaged before you did. Not to be totally rude, but you’re 27 darling and she’s 24.”
“I haven’t met someone special yet. Also, I’ve been really busy with work. You know that I need to sacrifice myself to get some good money as you all do.”
“Well, actually talking about money. We are trying to open the horizons for our company and after some long talks about how it happened before in our family and turned out to be just fine, we decided that you can help us get where we want.”
“What do you mean?” She did a confused face to her aunt and she laughed, looking back to Alice gripping tightly on her glass of wine.
“What your aunt is trying to say is that you’re the only single one left in the family and we are going to get you married to one of our associate’s son to unite the company’s. It would be beneficial for both you and him, also for the family business, since we’re all going to get a lot of money out of this. You can drop your work and work much less with us.”
“That’s completely insane! And disgusting. I’m not marrying someone I don’t love, or worst, someone I don’t know!”
“He’s a great kid and very handsome,” Amelia said, resting her glass on the table. “And you know we got to do everything to keep the family good. If we don’t do this, we might go bankrupt in a year.”
“I can’t believe you’re trying to do this to me, just the same as you did with Rufus and the same the rest of this disgusting family did for money. Marriage without love, that’s absolutely insane! You’re all insane.”
“Well, we’re not proposing it to you. We decided and you’re marrying that guy, rather you like it or not.” Harry said and (Y/N) dropped her glass on the floor. “The marriage will be here, a small reunion with just the important people and it has to be done in two weeks, only in time for you to choose a dress. Your aunt and mother took care of all the rest of the ceremony.”
“Just know that you completely ruined my life right now.” She left the table and ran for her car. Rufus was leaned against it with his baby pressed on his chest completely asleep. Some tears were already falling from her face and she tried to hide it.
“I know that’s fucked up.” Rufus said before she could get into the car. “I was also one of the few that was truly forced to marry someone I don’t like. And God, I wish it was because of money, but it was because my homophobic mother didn’t want to see me married with a guy.”
“It’s so unfair! I love someone and I was planning to spend the rest of my life with him, but they are taking it all away from me.” She said lost between tears. “How do you manage to not completely destroy yourself?”
“Hidden affairs. If Bonnie finds out that I’m gay, she’ll lose her mind. That’s why I try to be discreet and I always go out with other guys, but this is the only thing that keeps me sane. Also, my kids help me a lot, I love them no matter what.”
“That’s so sweet.” She smiled and cleaned some tears from her face. “Hey, how did you manage to have three kids if you don’t even like girls?”
“To be very honest, I don’t know. But it’s sex. if they do the right thing, it just turns out to be good.” She nodded, opening her car door. “Hey, (Y/N). I’m sorry you won’t get to be with your guy anymore, but you’ll make it work.”
“God, I hope so.”
All the way through town, while (Y/N) was arriving at her aunt’s house, Tom was leaving his last meeting of the day to go to his mother’s house. All he truly wanted to do was go to his own apartment and just enjoy a beer alone, or maybe invited his girlfriend over to watch a movie and order something to eat. But since she wasn’t even home and that dinner somehow meant a lot for his mother, he drove directly to her house, which was slightly close to his work. His mother was waiting outside by the time he got there.
“Hey mum, I’m home.” She smiled to see her son parking in front of her house.
“Hello love, oh, I missed you.” She threw her arms around him a pulled him into a hug.
“Why are you outside. It’s cold out here.” He said once his hands got in contact with her cold skin.
“Oh, I was just getting some fresh air while your father finishes dinner.” She fixed his hair and smiled. “I’m so happy to see you.”
“I’m happy to see you too.” He genuinely was and that made him smile. Tom could be worried about having a fight with his parents or maybe he was too tired to be there, but he missed his family and just being with them without having to worry about anything.
“Let’s go inside, everyone is waiting for you.”
Harry was the first one to find Tom when he came into the room, hugging him tightly with a big smile on his face. Paddy came to him second, letting his video game go just to meet with his big brother. Sam waited for Tom to get to the kitchen along with his dad since both of them were doing dinner. The whole place still felt a lot like home, so memories made in there and it always felt nice to be there, especially with the homemade food smell in the air along with some of his favourite people. Their parents decided to ditch their personal chef and make Tom’s favourite food from when he was a kid, homemade lasagna.
“Son, I bought your favourite whiskey.” His dad said, pouring some for Tom.
“Oh thanks, dad!” He smiled and took some of the liquor.
“You can take it home afterwards if you want it.” Tom nodded and thanked again.
Even though his brothers seemed normal and treating it like a normal family dinner, Tom noticed his parents were acting weird, a little spaced out and worried about something. He didn’t want to bring it up in the middle of dinner, especially while his twin brothers were talking excitedly about their new projects and their girlfriend and his younger brother talked about college, but he would definitely bring it up later.
“So I’m thinking about proposing to Elysia soon.” Sam said and everyone cheered, happy for the guy. “We’ve been together for a long time now and maybe it’s time for us to take the next step.”
“It would be lovely, darling.” Nikki said with a smile, surprised with the revelation.
“And what about you Harry?” Tom asked and his brother smiled.
“I don’t think I’m taking that step just yet with my girlfriend, especially now that I’ve been busy with my job. I think I’m just okay with the way things are.”
“How about you Tom, seeing anyone?” Paddy asked and his parents started to pay more attention to the conversation, shutting up to listen carefully. Tom wasn’t sure if it was time to talk about his girlfriend just now, maybe he wanted to keep it all to himself a little more so he could just enjoy her alone.
“Uhm not really, I mean, I’ve been dating some people but nothing serious. You know, same as you Harry, work’s been hard and I haven’t found the right girl yet.” He lied to their faces and everyone seemed to believe in his story.
“I’m sure you’ll find the right girl soon.” Paddy smiled. “I’ve found a really nice one in uni, haven’t asked her out yet but she’s really cute.”
“I’m glad you found someone.” Tom smiled widely, happy to see that every brother found someone that they truly liked now.
The rest of the dinner was really nice, just catching up in each other’s lives and having fun with the bad jokes thrown around the table. He really didn’t regret coming to their parent’s house today and was really glad to see his family again. By the end of the night, Harry said he had to leave early because of the job that required him very early in the morning. Sam and Paddy started cleaning the living room together, leaving right before they finished it. Tom stook around a little longer to help his mom do the dishes and clean the kitchen, which meant that it was the perfect time to ask them what was wrong.
“Okay, you’ve been acting weird all night.” Tom said pointing to both of his parents. “Like really weird. Spaced out and worried faces. What’s going on? And why the dinner in the middle of the week?”
“We wanted to talk to you about something, sweetie.” His mother said, sitting next to Dom and looking at his son with a worried glance. “You’re 27 Tom and you haven’t even met someone yet. You’re the only single brother left in the family and it’s getting harder and harder to see you finally marrying someone.”
“Also, your mother and I have been talking a lot about expanding the business. We talked to one other enterprise we wanted to associate with and the owner only offered us one way to unite the companies.”
“Which is?” Tom frowned and crossed his arms.
“You have to marry one of the owner’s daughter.” His mom continued and Tom's eyes widened.
“In two weeks.”
“What the fuck? Are you serious?”
“Yes, we are very serious. And you don’t have another choice.”
“I don’t even know this girl.” He spits in anger and his mother held back.
“I know. But you’ve been single for so long, maybe it was meant for it to happen that way. You know Tom, maybe she’s a really nice girl and it’s the perfect woman for you.”
“I don’t want perfect. I want to marry someone I love. I don’t even know the other girl.”
“Please, you need to do this. If you don’t, we might get sued.” His dad begged and Tom shook his head.
“I can’t talk about it right now. I gotta go.”
“Tom…” His mother called but he didn’t look back, going straight to his car and shutting the door behind him.
Tom had a hard time driving home, blinded by the tears falling down his face. He tried to work through everything he just discovered and all he could think about was (Y/N). He could never leave her to marry someone he doesn’t even know. He truly loves her and couldn’t imagine himself being with anybody else but her. (Y/N) wasn’t exactly in the best place right now, crying out of anger and sadness. She made her way home much quicker than it usually takes, rushing to just get to her apartment and crumble in her own bed. They didn’t even know what to think about, only wanting it all to be just a lie.
“(Y/N)?” Tom called his girlfriend once he got home.
“Hey, Tom.” She said softly, trying to cover her own crying voice.
“Are you already home?” He asked and she hummed. “Uhm, I had a really bad night and I just wanted to hear your voice.”
“I had a bad night too. Do you wanna talk about it?”
“No, definitely not.” He shot back quickly. “Do you?”
“Not right now. I wanted to hear your voice too. God, I wish you were here.”
“Promise me we’ll have dinner tomorrow.” He pleaded, making her smile for the first time.
“You can come over to my apartment and we’ll see what we can find for dinner. But I’m not in the mood for going out for dinner. I just wanna cuddle up in my PJs with my favourite boy.”
“I’ll be there.” He said and both of them paused for a second. “I love you.”
“I love you too. So much.” Both of their hearts ached when they said those words, so true and so painful.
“Good night my love.” By that time, Tom was already lost in his own tears.
“Good night Tommy.” She said between her own as well and quickly hung up before breaking down.
It was the hardest night of their lives. (Y/N) cried herself to sleep that night, not even bothering on changing from her clothes before lying down. Tom cried a lot too, but he couldn’t get himself to sleep, spending almost the whole night alone in the door, lightened up only by the television light trying to entertain him somehow. Both called in sick the next morning, not only because they didn’t feel like leaving the house, but mostly because they were trying to avoid any family member.
Tom started his day differently. He opted for black coffee instead of his usual tea, trying to find something to make him stay awake. He didn’t shower right after, coming back to bed once he finished and calling his best mate Harrison, because he needed to vent and he knew that Harrison was the only one who would understand him.
“You’re kidding me, right? Arranged marriage Tom? That’s completely insane? It’s the 21st Century, we don’t have arranged marriages anymore.”
“Try saying that to my parents Harrison.”
“I’m really, truly sorry for all of this. I know I’ve only met (Y/N) once and your relationship is new, but I know how much she means to you and how much you love her.”
“I was going to marry that girl, Haz. Now I’m marrying the girl I’ve never seen before. God, it doesn’t even make sense!”
“You don’t need to marry the other one.”
“My parents could get sued if I don’t marry her. I don’t know what to do, really. I love (Y/N) so much and I don’t even know how to have such a conversation with her.” He started crying again and Harrison remained silent.
“I’m truly sorry Tom. If there’s anything I can help you with, I will.”
“Thank you Haz, you’re my best mate.”
“You’re mine too Tom. I’ll call later to check on you, just… Today pretend you don’t have anything going on. Have one last good night with her before you tell her.”
“That’s a good idea, I’ll try it.”
Tom had everything planned for his last night with her. He bought flowers and some food from the restaurant they had their first date. He drove early to her house, not wanting to be away from her much longer and found her baking in the kitchen. The smell was so good, as homemade chocolate cake should smell like. It was Tom’s favourite and she knew it was since they had it on their second date in her apartment, where she baked some just for him.
“Uhm, this smells so good,” Tom said, hugging her from behind and kissing her neck. “I got here in a good hour.”
“You took to long to get here.” She mumbled, finishing the cake’s cover.
“I actually came earlier.” He turned her around and pulled her into a kiss. She leaned back in the counter, pulling him by the neck, deepening the kiss.
“I know, it’s just… I’m still bummed out by last night and all I wanted was to just be with you.”
“I’m here now.” He kissed her temple and hugged her. “Let’s do something to forget about our horrible night.”
“Uhm, thank you.” She mumbled against his chest and smiled.
“So… I bought us dinner. A little something from the restaurant we had our first date."
"Oh, that's so nice! I love that restaurant."
"Also, I bought you these." He gave her the flower bouquet and she opened a wide smile.
"Oh my God Tom, this is beautiful. Thank you! I love carnations." She brought the flowers to her nose to smell it. "You're full of surprises today."
"I just wanna see a pretty smile on my girl's face." He leaned in and kissed her cheek.
"I haven't bought you anything, Tommy."
"Oh it's okay, you made my favourite cake. Already good."
"Maybe I can pay you back later if you stay the night." She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him back into a kiss.
"I was hoping you'd ask that, darling." He mumbled between kisses and she smiled.
"Come on, there's some wine in the fridge."
"Oh, and I bought some appetizers."
Tom and (Y/N) had a lot of fun together that night. They shared a bottle of wine and danced together to every song that was playing. During a slow one, he swayed her side to side, chin resting on top of her head, eyes closed and bodies as close as possible. Both of them wish that moment wouldn't be over at all, because they knew that it might be the last time they were so close like this. The only thing was that they didn't know that the other knew it was their last night and they had to take advantage of it. Earlier that day, (Y/N) decided that she would tell him later because tonight she just wanted to have one last good night next to him.
"Thank you for being here." She whispered against her chest. "I love you."
"I love you too, darling." He tightened his grip around her and kissed the top of her head "And I'll always be right here with you, no matter what happens. I promise you."
"I promise you too." She tried hard to hold back her tears, letting only a small one go down her cheek. Her heart ached in pain because she wanted to be with him and have a happily ever after along him.
"Should we eat something? I'm starting to feel a little hungry."
"Yeah, sure." She nodded and he pulled her to the kitchen. "What did you get us?"
"Some pasta, roasted meat and those amazing cheesy potatoes they have." Tom picked some pans to heat their dinner and re-do everything he got for them.
"Sounds delicious." She hugged him from behind and buried her nose on the back of his neck. She was gonna miss that smell and he was gonna miss those hugs while he was cooking.
"It not only sounds like it, but it is indeed."
"Uhm, anything's good for me." she was needy and whining. Somehow, she didn't want to let him go.
He finished the dinner and both ate it in the living room while they talked about everything that came into their mind, sharing more stories about each other and just bonding over a delicious meal and good background music. Tom fell in love with her every time he looked at her, she was absolutely perfect, sitting there in a pretty pink dress, hair falling over her shoulders and a pretty smile on her face. Absolutely flawless, almost angelic. And she would say the same about him because looking at him right now made her realise he was the only one she wanted next to him for the rest of her life. And that was the moment they both thought “I have to do everything I can to cancel the wedding because there was no way they would give up on their love just yet.
So the next morning, when they both woke up for a short night sleep, they both needed to leave for work, but both of them went to meet with their parents. Tom went to his parent’s office in the official headquarters and found them drinking some tea and replying to emails, as they normally do by the morning.
“Mom, dad. I know you won’t like what I have to say but I won’t marry that girl. And I really don’t care what you think, because I love someone else and I can’t see myself marrying someone I don’t truly love.”
“I’m sorry Tom, but if you won’t do it the easy way, we’ll do it the hard way.” Dom started saying, resting his glasses over the table.
“And what’s the hard way?”
“First of all, you’ll get fired from your job and we won’t make you a recommendation letter for a new job, nor we’ll give you money for surviving.”
“What the fuck? You wouldn’t do that.”
“Yes, we would. Also, you have to consider that if we don’t go through with this wedding, we’ll lose tons of money.” His mother said and he sighed, closing his eyes.
“This is so fucked up…” Tom rubbed his face and sat down in front of his mom. She tried to reach him to comfort him, but he dodged her hand.
“At least give the other girl a chance.”
“I don’t know, okay? I mean, I hope you know you’re literally ruining my life forever, you know that? And I hope you know that for the rest of your lives, looking at all of your sons, married to the girls they love and knowing that one of them doesn’t love his wife as the other ones do.” They all fell into silence and Tom sighed. “I’ll meet the girl, but I’m not promising I’ll appear for the wedding.”
“I can arrange for you two to meet.” Dom said and Tom nodded.
“And she’s on board with all of this?” He asked and both his parents nodded. “Fucking pathetic…”
“When are you free this week?”
“I don’t know, talk to her and I’ll see what I can do.” Tom exited and Nikki ran after his son, finding him waiting for the elevator with tears in his eyes.
“Son, please. I know this is the worst, but you gotta make sacrifices for the family. We’re about to go bankrupt and if you marry that girl, her family promised to help us get back on our feet.”
“I know this is important for the family mum, but you know, I always thought about marriage and how I someday wanted to marry someone I truly loved. And I found her and she’s spectacular. But now I can’t marry her because of this stupid shit you’re pulling and I’ll do it anyway because I care too much about you all.”
“I’m so sorry Tom.” She said and he stepped into the lift.
“No, you’re not.”
While Tom was confronting his parents, (Y/N) completely ignored her own work, driving to her aunt’s office where she knew she would find both her parents and her aunt. They were about to have a serious conversation and they were gonna have to listen to her ramble on about everything on her mind. Luckily they were found having a meeting on a reserved room and it was so confidential that security tried to keep you away, but when your aunt noticed something going on, she allowed her niece to come in.
“We need to talk.” She said, throwing her bag on a chair and not even bothering sitting down. (Y/N) crossed her arms and stared at her parents and aunt. Harry and Alice stared at her with concern in his eyes, but Amelia lifted an eyebrow and leaned back into her seat.
“Come in, (Y/N).” She said, pouring herself some water.
“We need to talk about the wedding.” She said and her aunt nodded, pointing to a chair.
“Sit down, darling.” Her father said and she did, trying to remain calm because the screaming wasn’t going to get her anywhere.
“First question, why are you doing this? How is it good for the family or the company?”
“Well, the family that owns the other company is almost going bankrupt by themselves, but a little research said that if we unite both our business, it will be beneficial for all of us.” Her aunt started and (Y/N) frowned.
“And why do I have to get married for the companies to come together?”
“Because technically we can’t just simply say we got together because of the money, it would look bad for press and the industry. A marriage would be the perfect reason to unite both companies and that’s why after we do it, we’re gonna ask you to leave your job in the magazine to come lead around here, with a big rise.”
“Oh okay, so first you want me to marry someone I don’t even know and then make me leave the job I absolutely love?”
“It’s for everyone’s good, my love.” Her mom said for the first time and (Y/N) rolled her eyes.
“At least can I have a name?”
“We don’t know his name.”
“Fucking perfect.” She chuckled and crossed her arms.“What if I don’t? What will happen?”
“Their company will go bankrupt in less than a month and we’ll lose popularity quickly, and it will coast us a lot of money, maybe it’ll coast everybody’s job around here.” (Y/N) sighed and leaned back into her seat.
“It’s just so unfair, you know. You do it ALL the fucking time and I’m getting tired of seeing people in this family only married because of the money or because you don’t approve their significant others, like Rufus.”
“What about my son?” Amelia leaned up and frowned, making (Y/N) laugh.
“He’s gay, auntie. And you made him marry a rich blonde girl because you couldn’t accept the fact that he was in love with an actor.”
“Shut up!” She shouted, making her niece laugh harder.
“Don’t worry. I’ll think about doing your little dirty job, but I wanna meet the guy, tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow? Isn’t it too early?” Her dad asked and she rolled her eyes again. God, she was getting tired of rolling her eyes.
“Not for someone who’s marrying a guy they don’t know in two weeks. I already think it’s too late.” She walked to the door, rocking her heels, but turned back before she left. “Oh, just so you know, if I do what you’re asking me, you’re all guilty of my unhappiness since I’m not marrying the one I wanted to.”
Nobody dared to say another word and she left after a small nod from herself and a crooked smile. She had to see that guys face for once but was ready to run away with Tom after that. The day was hard for both of them, would they go through with the wedding and leave the person they loved the most or would they help their family? It wasn’t easy to decide and they needed time. Tom denied the request of meeting the girl tomorrow since he had a big meeting and she understood, not bothering much about meeting him because it would be pointless.
The week went by and both of them couldn’t get together to meet the one they were about to marry, too busy with work for that, but always finding time to go to each other’s apartment to spend the night together. They couldn’t tell the other what was going on, it was too painful and they had to enjoy it all until there was no time left. Tom lied awake almost every night he had her on his arms, thinking how hard it will be to tell her and maybe come up with a way to tell her soon because he couldn’t keep lying to her.
During the last week before the wedding, (Y/N)’s sister went dress hunting with her and they both had a long conversation about weddings and about everything that was going on. Olivia was getting married soon, but she was lucky enough to pick her own husband and being so in love with him that no one could break them apart and that was all (Y/N) wanted.
“I’m disgusted with what they’re doing to you.” Olivia said from outside the cabin. A nice lady was adjusting the dress in your body. “I mean, it’s so unfair. It makes me want to call off my own wedding because I don’t think it’s fair to you.”
“No, Liv. Seriously, don’t do this. Marry that guy because I know he’s incredible and this is what you deserve.”
“But this is not what you deserve, (Y/N).” She said and (Y/N) lowered her eyes to her dress.
“Okay miss, I think it’s good.” The lady said and she stepped out of the cabin to show the dress to her sister.
“Wow.” He sister started, jaw-dropping in a second. The dress was transparent, all decorated with little shinning rocks, forming a beautiful rosé dress. She looked absolutely stunning. “You look amazing!”
“I don’t know, maybe I should go with a simple white dress. I don’t even am excited about this wedding.”
“Babe, no! You’re already doing something you didn’t want to be doing. You deserve at least a pretty dress.”
“I wish I would be wearing this to marry Tom.” She said, with eyes full of tears. “God, leaving him will be the hardest thing I’ve ever done.”
“I’m really sorry, darling.” Olivia held her sister into a tight hug. “Just know that you look absolutely gorgeous.”
“Thank you.” She cleaned a tear away and smiled at her sister. “Now, let’s go find your dress darling.”
Tom’s mom picked is suit for him because he couldn’t even bring himself to choose what to wear because he decided to do it for his family and he still hasn’t met the girl. Harrison was the only one besides the family that knew and was invited for the wedding. Tom said he couldn’t do it if Harrison wasn’t there.
“It’s two days before the wedding and I haven’t even met my wife, or told (Y/N) about everything. And I don’t think I’ll even have one last night with her, because she said she’ll be away for a job this weekend.”
“This sucks. But I guess you’ll just have to call her or something. I don’t know, you can’t marry the other girl without telling (Y/N). She’s the love of your life and she deserves to know why you’re leaving her.”
“I know, I’ll call her, I promise.”
But Tom kept postponing it while (Y/N) kept avoiding him and suddenly the day of the wedding came. Tom hadn’t slept all night, too worried about what was going to happen and that (Y/N) wouldn’t take his calls. (Y/N) also didn’t sleep much that night, but got some rest close to dawn. The wedding was going to be in her aunt’s backyard and since early in the morning there were people setting the wedding and making everything look perfect, even though it was a corrupted wedding. She slept in the house and was woken up by her sister with a good breakfast.
“I know today will be awful, but I want to at least try pleasing you with a good breakfast.”
“Thank you, Liv.” (Y/N) smiled at her sister and took the cup of tea she got. “I’m nervous and I’m avoiding Tom.”
“You shouldn’t and you know that.” She nodded and her sister fixed her hair. “Finish your breakfast and call him, please.”
“Okay.”
But she didn’t, not because she didn’t want to, but because her room started to get crowded with people wanting to get her ready for the wedding. They did everything they possibly could do with her such as facial masks, a good shower with hair hydration, finishing with the makeup and hairstyle. Her face was gorgeous and they left her alone for a while before putting the dress on. That was when she found the time to run to the balcony and have a cigarette to calm her nerves and maybe find somewhere quiet to have the hardest conversation of her life.
While she was lighting up the cigarette in the balcony, Harrison parked his car where he was supposed to park with Tom sitting right next to him, completely distracted and with dark bags under his eyes. He was still glancing down to his phone, waiting for a reply or maybe a sign that she was still alive somehow. Maybe he could still get to say he loved her for the last time before ruining everything or before knowing she was upset with him, especially to be doing this over the phone. And just before he started dialling her number, his phone started to ring.
“Tom?” She asked.
“Hey, baby. I’ve been calling you.” He said and the pain in his chest started to come out again.
“I know, I’m sorry. I’ve been avoiding you. We should talk.”
“Yeah, we should.” He stepped out of the car and started to walk towards a bench in the front garden. “I’ve been avoiding you too.”
“First, before we talk, I need you to know that I love you so much and that you’re the love of my life. I know it’s too early to say something like that because we’ve not been dating for long, but I feel it deep in my heart.” She started to tear up, which made her sit down on the ground, feeling her legs turning to jelly.
“I love you too. And I don’t care if it’s too early because I love you more than anything in the world.” He started crying himself.
“That’s why what I’m about to say to you is the hardest thing in the world. I tried to postpone it the most and it sucks that we’re having this conversation over the phone.” Tom started listening to her saying the sentence twice as if she was close. He started to look around to see if it was something from his own head and it probably was. “But we have to break up because I’m about to do something I’ll regret for the rest of my life just to help my family and it sucks that its price is our relationship. I’m being forced to marry some guy today and I don’t even know him, all of this just to help the family business.”
“Wait, what?” He asked, frowning. “I was calling you to tell the same thing.”
“What the fuck? Tom, where are you?”
“I’m at the wedding, in the front garden.”
(Y/N) hung up and ran for the front garden as fast as she could, not even bothering on putting some clothes on or even shoes. And there she was barefoot, running in her silky robe with only her underwear underneath it. She left Tom confused and calling her name when she hung up. A lot of people tried to talk to her such as her own mother, aunt and even her cousin Rufus, but she didn’t care what they were saying. Could Tom be the one they were forcing you to marry? She got the confirmation once she stepped outside the house. Harrison was standing right next to her, but all she could focus was on the guy standing in front of the bench, talking to his phone with tears in his eyes.
“(Y/N)?” He called one more time and she smiled.
“I’m right here Tom.” She spoke softly and Tom turned to her, hanging up the phone and keeping it in his pocket. Harrison slowly walked into the house, closing the door to give them some privacy.
“Oh my God.” He ran to her and pulled her off the ground, spinning her around as if he didn’t believe what was in front of him. “You’re the one I’m supposed to marry today?”
“I guess so.” She said with a big smile on her face, rubbing his cheek with her thumb. “God, I had no idea it was you.”
“If I knew it was you, I would have been on board with all of this since day one.”
“Me too.” She said and he finally closed it with a long passionate kiss. “I love you so much.”
“I love you so much too.” He said between kisses and finally settled her on the floor. “I had no idea how to tell you about everything and it was the worst feeling in the world, knowing I would have to walk away from you and never come back. It was so unfair.”
“I know it was, but it’s okay, we’re okay now. I don’t think it could be more okay than this.”
“Marry me, (Y/N).” He whispered against her lips and she nodded, pulling him into another kiss.
“Yes, I will, a million times yes!”
By that time, the whole front garden was crowded with their whole family wanting to know what was going on, finding them kissing and wondering what was going on. How did they know each other and how’s this happening. The only one smiling was Harrison because he was the only one who knew what was going on.
“What the fuck is happening here.” Alice, (Y/N)’s mother, asked once she saw her daughter kissing the boy.
“Mom, dad, Liv. I would like you to meet my boyfriend Tom. Coincidentally he’s the one I was supposed to marry today.”
“We didn’t know you had a boyfriend.” Her father said and she smiled.
“It’s because I never told you about any of my relationships and this one wasn’t much different.”
“So, are you all happy with the wedding after all?” Harry asked and they both nodded, looking into each other’s eyes.
“That’s how you end a good love story.” Harrison mumbled and Tom smiled at him.
“Okay, this is confusing.” Her aunt said and (Y/N) suggested that they should go inside so they could all talk.
So they all catch up on what was happening and what actually happened the past two weeks and it was completely crazy but everyone understood it. Tom and (Y/N) couldn’t believe what was going on and what was supposed to be a sad day turned to be the happiest day of their lives.
“What are you waiting for, you idiots? Go get ready!” Olivia said and they both rushed to finish getting ready.
Soon the whole place was crowded with important people, like family and friends from work. It was going to be a small ceremony and super simple. But since it was with the right person, nothing else mattered, because they would do it even if they were all alone. Amelia did a good job decorating her backyard and everything looked so simple and beautiful, with lots of flowers and fairy lights. It seemed perfect, but yet, maybe it was the occasion that made everything better.
Tom was over the moon and nervous at the same time. He walked down the small aisle and waited for his bride anxiously, sometimes looking at Harrison to get some reassurance of what he was doing, receiving some comfort from his best friend. He nodded, still too nervous to think. But (Y/N) stepped out of the house with her father and she looked absolutely flawless like some heaven-sent light lied over her and all he could see was her, all he could hear was their heartbeats. She could take his breath away with a simple smile and right now she was killing him in every possible way. He fought the urge to cry once he saw her but he couldn’t, tearing up once she approached him. Tom was all she could see as well and he looked fantastic. It was meant to be, she knew it because it wouldn’t have happened that way if it wasn’t meant to be.
“You look so beautiful.” He said between tears, facing lighting up once she touched their hands.
“You look beautiful too.” She said with a wide smile.
“This dress…” He was breathless and couldn’t get to say the words. “This dress can take anyone’s breath away.”
“You know, when I went to try on dresses, I didn’t want this one because I imagined getting married to you in this and I didn’t want to marry some other guy with this one.”
“I guess it was all meant to be.”
It was a simple ceremony, where there were beautiful things said to each other, an exchange of rings and a big kiss in the end. They couldn’t be happier with what was happening. They loved each other and they would love each other through all eternity. The party was so good, with good food and drinks and lots of music. Also, it was an opportunity for them to meet the family.
“Liv, this is Tom, the one I talked to you about.” (Y/N) said, introducing them.
“It’s so good to finally meet you.” Tom said standing his hand in the air, which Olivia slapped it away, pulling him into a hug.
“We’re family now and I’m glad you’re here to make my sister happy.”
“I’m glad I’m here too.”
“It’s good to meet you too, Tom.” She leaned back and they both smiled. “I’m glad it all worked out in the end, (Y/N) was devastated that she wasn’t marrying you.
“Well, Tom was devasted as well.” Harry approached them and rested one hand on his brother’s shoulder. “Can I finally meet the girl you lied to us about.”
“You lied about me?” She asked raising her eyebrows and he laughed.
“I just said I didn’t have a girlfriend, you did the same thing silly.” He bumped her nose and (Y/N) stepped forward to hug Harry.
“Nice to meet you, Harry.”
“It’s nice to meet you too, (Y/N).” They smiled and Tom chuckled, pulling his wife into a hug.
“I wish we all had met in another circumstance but this is nice.”
“Come on, you idiots! Let’s dance.” Harrison pulled them to the dancefloor where everyone was enjoying the party.
It was a different wedding, a weird one, but they’d do it all again. There was the sign of the universe that they were meant to be together and it was just amazing. The wedding was perfect in its own way and of course, they’d do another one in time with all of their friends and everything. But this one represented so much more for both of them. So they danced to every song and had the time of their lives. Also, it was a great opportunity to meet the family, which they all did. Tom couldn’t get his hands off his wife, or his eyes at all. She was perfect and everyone got to agree with him.
“(Y/N), can I talk to you?” Amelia said, pulling her niece alone to the side and she nodded. “I wanted to apologize to you because after looking at you and Tom together, I can see how much you love that kid. You were really meant to be and if you married someone else, it would make you miserable.”
“Thank you, auntie. I really appreciate it.”
“I bought you both a little something. I was already giving it before and I made sure to get the best place to redeem myself, but here are your tickets for the honeymoon.” She said giving her some tickets to Greece.
“Oh, this is great, thank you!” She held the tickets between her hands and tried to find Tom with her eyes, but found Rufus having a fight with his wife. “Actually auntie, I wanted to ask you something.”
“Anything, (Y/N).”
“Please let Rufus divorce his wife and finally be happy. You know he deserves to be happy. It would be the biggest gift for me and I would even give these back to you if you want it.”
“Keep it.” Her aunt said and looked at Rufus still arguing with his wife.
“You know he’s unhappy, think about it.” She said and her aunt nodded.
“Maybe this whole thing taught us all a lesson.”
“I hope it did.” (Y/N) smiled and walked away to find Tom, who was doing shots with his brothers in the back with his tie already up around his head.“Oh my God, baby, don’t get trashed at our own wedding.”
“I married the woman of my dreams!” He shouted and kissed her passionately. “I love you, baby. I love you so much.”
“I love you too.” She gave him another quick peck and showed him the tickets. “Tom, we’re going to Greece for our honeymoon!”
“That’s amazing!” He shouted and she smiled at her dorky husband. “I’m truly happy.”
“I am too.”
“Lovebirds. The driver is waiting to get you to your hotel room.” Olivia said and (Y/N) frowned.
“Hotel room?”
“A little gift from me and Wyatt. Enjoy the little surprises I have for you there.”
“Come on Tom, let’s go.”
(Y/N) pulled him and they said goodbye to everyone, leaving right after. They made out a lot in the car, starting what was going to be an all-night thing. They were extremely happy and everything was now perfect. The hotel room was one of the nicest they’d ever seen, with a lot of gifts all over it, such as alcohol and even some sex toys which made you both embarrassed and excited for tonight.
“Your sister is naughty.” He said, pulling her into a kiss mid-laugh.
“I know, she’s such a pervert.” She said kissing him again.
“You know darling, I love you in this dress but you look so good without it.” He ran his hands down her body, grabbing her ass tightly.
“So come take it off.” She pulled him to bed and he sighed.
“Oh, fuck, I will.”
That was the perfect ending for the perfect day and they felt more intimate than they ever felt before. I was so good that they didn’t even notice the sun coming up, too busy being each other’s to care. In the end, they could only get the conclusion that they were meant to be.
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Did Eddie kill his mum!? If he did, good for him. Also I need a part 2 to the snow prompt I beg of u 🥺
you asked and I delivered. This is part two to this, and set from Eddie’s point of view.
trigger warning: mentions of conversion therapy
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Eddie was quiet on the ride to the station, his eyes glancing out the window at the houses and trees covered in snow. Tears built up in his eyes, but he refused to break down, there was no way he was breaking down in front of the officers. He closed his eyes, but all he could see was a repeat of the events that had taken place that night, all leading up to the look of horror on Richie’s face as he was dragged away.
He wondered how long he’d get in prison for what happened. Ten years? Twenty? LIfe? His mother was dead now, all because of him, all because he couldn’t do as he was told. Eddie’s eyes moved from the window to his arms, which were slowly beginning to bruise, the scratches turning a harsh red colour.
The car suddenly came to a stop, and the officers stepped out, opening the door to pull Eddie out by his cuffed hands. They lead him into the station and through a set of double doors into a pale grey room with a single table and two chairs. It didn’t take a genius to know that this was an interrogation room, and that he was about to be questioned on what happened in the house, less than an hour ago.
“Take a seat, Mr Kasbrak. Someone will be with you shortly.” One of the officers stated as he sat Eddie down in the chair, like he wasn’t capable of doing it himself. Maybe he wasn’t. A thousand thoughts were swirling around in his head, and before the officer could leave the room, Eddie turned around to catch his attention.
“L-Lawyer…” Eddie croaked out, his eyes widening at the sound of his own voice. It hadn’t sounded like that earlier when he had spoken to Richie, but then again the adrenaline was starting to wear off and the pain was beginning to settle in. Carefully, Eddie lifted his hand to his throat, tears springing into his eyes at the pain. “I- I want a- a lawyer.”
The officer just nodded, leaving the room and slamming the door closed. The ringing echoed in Eddie’s ears and he moved his hands from his throat to cover them up, resting his head on the table in front of him. As he closed his eyes, he let his mind take him back to the beginning of the night, to before everything fell to shit.
“Oh come on Eds, are you sure you don’t want to come to the arcade with Bill and me? It’ll be fun! I’ll even let you win a few games.” Eddie rolled his eyes as Richie practically begged him down the line to hang out with them. Of course, Eddie wouldn’t usually pass up on a chance to get out of the house and spend time with his boyfriend, but his mother had been…acting stranger that day and he didn’t think sneaking out of his window would work that night.
“I can’t,” Eddie sighed eventually. “I have…stuff I need to do.” The lie was pathetic, and Eddie knew Richie would know he was making excuses, he just hoped for once that Richie would let it go. He’d see him the next day anyway, as they had all planned to hang out at the clubhouse. “I’ll see you tomorrow though. I promise.”
He could hear the hesitation in Richie’s sigh, but he eventually caved and they said their goodbyes. A few moments later, his mother called him from downstairs. The tone of her voice was harsh, and Eddie felt a sick feeling rise in his stomach, yet he followed her orders and went down the stairs.
The rest of the evening passed by tensely, with Eddie sitting on the couch and his mother sitting on her armchair, staring aimlessly at the screen. Once her show was done, she flicked off the TV and turned so she was facing Eddie, only making his anxiety grow. “Eddie-bear. When were you going to tell me about you and that dirty boy? When were you going to confess that you are defying god and doing ungodly things with that boy?”
Eddie froze up and he looked at his mother with a shocked expression. There was no way she could have known, he was being so careful! Even after she had installed the camera in the hallway, which Eddie knew was to make sure he wasn’t sneaking out at night, he was still careful. “Ma-”
“You are not to see him again, and first thing tomorrow I am taking you to a confessional and we’re going to get you cured.” His mother spoke with no emotion in her voice and Eddie’s heart dropped, tears springing into his eyes. “Don’t start crying, Edward. You did this to yourself.” Within a few seconds, his mother was off the chair and looming over him, wrapping her chubby hand around his wrist, squeezing tight. “No son of mine is going to be the local faggot.”
“Ma- ma you’re hurting me,” Eddie whimpered, tugging his hand to try and get out of her grip, but it only tightened, nails digging into his skin. “Ma, let me go!”
She stared down at him, nothing but hatred in her eyes and for the first time in years, Eddie felt genuine fear around her. ”You are a dirty boy Eddie, and you need to be punished. You need to see that it’s wrong.” She hissed, moving her other hand to attempt to restrain Eddie further. Before she could, Eddie jerked his hand away, removing her grip and he scrambled over the sofa and up the stairs,
He could hear his mother screaming, her feet thundering on the floorboards as she followed him and then banging on his door once he’d slammed and locked it. His heart was racing, tears streaming down his cheeks as he looked down at his arm, scratched and bleeding. Fuck, his mother had gone insane and he needed to get out of there before she did something terrible.
Quickly, Eddie shoved as many necessary items into an overnight bag and pulled it over his shoulder. He’d go to Richie’s, he was always welcome there, and now that he was eighteen his mother couldn’t say it was kidnapping as he made his own choice. He pulled up his window and was just about to jump when the door opened and a hand was digging into his scalp, pulling him back from the window and towards the door.
“You really do not want to know what I’m capable of Edward,” his mother hissed as she dragged him from his room into the hallway and onto his feet. “Why did you have to go and be such a bad boy? Why couldn’t you have stayed as my precious Eddie-Bear and married a church girl just like I wanted? Why did you have to be dirty Eddie?”
Eddie shook his head, trying to get out of her grip, but she was strong in her anger. “I-I’m not your little boy anymore! I haven’t been for a while! I’m in love with Richie and there is nothing you can do to stop that! No conversion therapy is going to change the fact that I’m gay and you need to accept it!”
At his words, her eyes darkened just a little and Eddie thought that he had finally gotten through to her, that she would finally just accept it and let him go. What he didn’t expect was for her to move her hands to his throat and start to squeeze. “I didn’t want to have to do this Eddie. You were my little boy and I loved you, but I can’t have a fag for a son, I can’t have a dirty, sick boy living under my roof. I am sorry, but this is for your own good, this will cleanse your soul and maybe you’ll be allowed to enter heaven or you will go to hell and repent for your sins.”
It all happened so fast, Eddie’s vision was blacking out the harder that his mother squeezed at his throat, and he knew if he didn’t act then he would be dead in seconds. Hoping to distract her long enough just so he could escape and run for help, Eddie raised his leg and slammed his foot down on his mother’s. She gasped in pain, removing her hands from his throat and backing up towards the stairs. Their eyes met for a moment, a long halted moment before she lost her balance at the top of the staircase, body tumbling backwards as Eddie tried to lunge forward and catch her.
He was too late, her fingers skimming past his own as she fell down, body thumping against the steps and even cracking a few before her head slammed against the large pillar at the bottom of the stairs with a hard, resounding crack. Silence filled the room, barr Eddie’s intense breathing as he stared down at his motionless mother on the floor of their entrance hall. From where he was standing, he could see the blood pouring onto the laminate floor from her head.
Slowly, Eddie moved his trembling body backwards until it hit the wall, allowing the tears of horror to flow.
What the hell had he done?
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Aight nvm I answered my own question on your cohort’s (pure-gay-fandom-trash) blog. Thank you both for being the keepers of all the wisdom! Fucking love this show! And all your insights and catch theories!
Hello! Welcome to the club! Happy you were able to find your answer, but as a recap my theory (and hope) is that the girl in the Mall was not Scylla. It was the same face, but the Spree can recycle whomever they choose to fit their cover. One, the timeline doesn’t really make sense as Scylla was already at Fort Salem and a rebel though she is, I feel like it would have been a lot to sneak off base and steal a car and drive to wherever it was dumping snow (even if Fort Salem was a pocket of good weather in the middle of winter). Two, the Spree are a parallel hierarchy (I’m guessing they have a bit of a hive dynamic going on) and can probably recycle faces between them. They could use anyone’s face, even if they aren’t part of the Spree (re: faux Raelle). So maybe Scylla was just enjoying the fact she could use the fire trick instead of actually being her who committed the attack. We’re pretty certain Amalia's face is her real face (re: Porter knows her and Amalia is top billed, not someone else).
I’ll will say, however (in the spirit of presenting all the facts), I did hear/read an interview by Amalia where she talks about this and her answers are concerning. However, this could be that she was only talking about the episodes that had aired or she had seen up to when she did the interview, and therefore was trying not to spoil anything. If so, perhaps the writers want us to think she’s Mall girl. For now? I don’t remember which interview it was but Amalia has done far fewer than the rest of the cast so it might be easier to find.
Also, I love that @pure-gay-fandom-trash and I are now considered the keepers of all the wisdom? Is this a thing? I’m honored. I love the questions we’re getting. We’ll see if any of our theories turn out to be true, but one of the best things about this show is that it is so rich in story and keeps you guessing. I would rather be proven wrong in my theories than have the show be predictable, although if any part of them turn out to be true I may just melt.
#motherland fort salem#motherland: fort salem#scylla ramshorn#the spree#mfs theories#amalia holm#doc answers
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