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cutesharkstudios · 3 months

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Owl House Group Chat 2

(Hexsquad) 11:07 Willow has entered

Willow: I AM SO SORRY I'M LATE! THAT TOOK WAY LONGER THAN I THOUGHT!

Willow: Hello?

Amity has entered

Amity: Hey Willow. No worries

Willow: Yes worries! I promised I would be off at 10 and lost track of time

Amity: It's cool, this is suppossed to be a casual thing.

Willow: Ok. Side note, what did y'all do when I was gone?

Amity: Scroll up.

Willow: Oh my

Amity: I AM GETTING HER OTTER PLUSHIES YOU SICK MINDED INDIVIDUAL!!!!!!

Willow: Ok, ok

Hunter has entered

Hunter: Hi Willow

Willow: Hi Honey

Hunter: 0//0

Amity: Cute

Willow: HUNTER I MEAN! SPELLCHECK! SORRY!

Hunter: I like that name.

Willow: Really?

Hunter: I think it's cute, like you

Willow: 0//0

Amity: oh my

Willow: Yeah I deserve that

Darius has entered

Darius: My Hunter senses were tingling

Amity: Uncle Darius?!?!

Willow: Uncle?

Amity: He babysat me a ton as a kid. He and dad claimed they hated each other, but they didn't, and he helped dad take care of me.

Darius: Speaking of him, I need some advice.

Amity: Sure

Darius: Could we do this in a seperate chat with you, me, and the twins? I'll hext you the link

Amity: sure, see ya guys

Hunter: have fun

Willow: bye

(DariusAndBlightKids)

Darius: Amity will check in soon

Amity: Hey

Ed: Hi Amity

Em: Hey Ams

Amity: So what's going on?

Ed: Darius needs our help with something wonder what

Darius: And this doesn't leave this chat, ok?

Amity: 100%

Ed: got it

Darius: Em?

Em: Sorry, had to turn off the oven for dinner. Your secret is our secret

Amity: What ya making?

Em: Centaur roast and carrots

Amity: Thanks

Darius: Okay here it goes

Darius: I want to propose to Alador

Amity: WHAT

Ed: Really?

Em: WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Darius: I've drawn up the plan and will send them soon.

Amity: OMG, Darius, this is awesome.

Darius: Thanks Amity, I hope it goes well. We've really grown over the 4 years of dating, and I hope I can be a good parental figure to you and the twins

Em: You really mean it?

Darius: Yeah, I've always wanted to be a dad, and now I have the opportunity. I hope I do well.

Amity: Well you can't do any worse than you-know-who

Darius: Thanks for the support, though she didn't set a high bar

Em: She set the bar at all?

Darius: Touche

Ed: And hopefully we will be good kids. I know we're adults, so it's probably not what you imagined being a dad would be like, but we promise to be good.

Em: And we'll continue to be good siblings as well. Side note, Amity?

Amity: Yes?

Em: Now that we are at a slower time in our lives, I want to ask, are we good?

Amity: Yes, why do ask?

Ed: Well, we teased you a lot in our youth. We never meant any harm, but we realise we may have been, as much as I hate to admit it, mean to you.

Em: That was never our intention, and we're sorry if we crossed any lines

Amity: Well, the only real line crossed was with the diary and Luz. But given how much of a jerk I was back then, I kind of had it coming.

Darius: I'm just as guilty. I crossed my share of lines in my past that Alador only told me about AFTER we started dating. Oof, not my finest moments

Em: Well what happened happened. We can't change the past, but we can make a better future.

Darius: Anyways, here's the plan…….

(MEANWHILE)

Room Created: OldWitches

11:13

Raine has entered Eda has entered Lilith has entered

Eda: Today's the day! Today's the day! Today's the day! Today's the day! Today's the day! Today's the day!

Lilith: Whoa, sister, calm down, what's the occasion?

Eda: After so long of trying to get an appointment, Raine's getting their sigil removing treatment!

Lilith: Awesome. I had mine yesterday, and I gave my sigil a certain gesture before it went away.

Eda: That's my sister. So, Rainestorm, what new magic do you want to try first?

Raine: You're not going to belive this but, of all types, illusions

Eda: I take it you saw that article I sent of Goops moping the floor with Adrian?

Raine: Yep, I had no idea you could tell when someone was hiding behind and illusion. We laughed at Adrian all dang afternoon post incedent.

Lilith: I would have paid SO many snails to see that

Raine: I got the whole thing on my scroll. And backed it up on three of my personal devices.

Eda: Whatever happened to him and the other defect coven leaders?

Lilith: Trying to find them, but so far no activity.

Raine: They should be dormant for now, but the hunt is still on.

Eda: Check out this news article I found. [link]

Raine: What is it?

Lilith: It better not be one of THOSE websites again.

Eda: You'll see

4:20

Raine: EDA!

Eda: Yes?

Raine: Why did you not tell me about this wonderful thing called fanfiction? I don't even know who wrote this but, God, they have excellent potential.

Lilith: I think I know who wrote it

Raine: Who is the author?

Lilith: If you scroll all the way up, you'll see the author is AzuraFanOtter, take a wild witch guess who that is

Raine: Well no wonder Luz is getting A's in her writing classes, this is wonderful

Eda: And fitting 20 characters in one scene while giving them all ample screen time is tricky, but she made it work.

Lilith: Maybe she should write her own book. The money made from that could benefit her greatly in the future.

Eda: Indeed, though she'll probably be fine when she marries Boots, cause all the Blights are LOADED.

Lilith: Now now, keep in mind, there is a change things don't work out for them. It's not like they were made with the other in mind.

Eda: …

Raine: …

Eda: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Raine: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Lilith: What? I'm serious.

Raine: We know, but I'll eat griffon feathers if they don't work out.

Eda: OH SHOOT! RAINE! THE TIME!

RAINE: GAH! MY TREATMENT'S IN 10! THE NEXT TIME SLOT IS A WEEK FROM NOW SO I GOTTA GO!

Raine has left

Lilith: Well, I promised Darius I'd help with a "surprise" for Alador.

Eda: Cool, have fun.

Lilith: Thank you for not making an innappropriate joke for that.

Eda: Yeah, sorry about last week's prank, didn't think it go over as bad as it did.

Lilith: No no, I should have just taken the joke.

Eda has left

Lilith has left

#amity blight #lumity #luz noceda #the owl house #toh #luz x amity #lilith clawthorne #eda clawthorne #raine whispers #willow park #hunter toh #fanfic #disney

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religion-is-a-mental-illness · 4 months

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By: Ben Appel

Published: Dec 26, 2023

In 2021, Harvard evolutionary biologist Carole Hooven stated on a television news program that there are “two sexes” and that “those sexes are designated by the kinds of gametes we produce.” She added that “understanding facts about biology doesn’t prevent us from treating people with respect” when it comes to “their gender identities and use [of] their preferred pronouns.” Afterward, a Harvard graduate student, in her official capacity as director of the Human Evolutionary Biology Department’s Diversity, Inclusion, and Belonging Task Force, tweeted that Hooven’s “dangerous” and “transphobic” remarks made the department unsafe for transgender people. The Graduate Student Union took out a petition against Hooven, and, since no one would agree to serve as her teaching assistant, she had to discontinue her popular lecture course. This past January, under duress, Hooven retired from her position at Harvard.

More recently, I heard Hooven speak at a conference in Denver. She talked about academic freedom and her dedication to creating a just society. She said something I believe: that the truth is the way toward true social justice, and that the truth is what ultimately alleviates human suffering. After Hooven left the stage, I tweeted my thoughts about what she said, concluding, “Yep, I’ll die on that hill.” A Twitter user, in a now-deleted series of replies, responded, “Wish you would then. And quickly.” Later, this person elaborated, “Cis white conservative gays can all d*e. Please do, no one likes you.”

This might be the first time I’ve been called “conservative” for voicing my support of the truth and social justice. Right-wing homophobia is nothing new, though the enmity for “cis white gays” like me from the other side of the aisle has sadly also become widespread online. Here’s a very small sampling:

“[C]is white gay men are the weakest links and idc who knows it.” — @ann_forcino.

“ur rave wasn't ‘100% queer joy’ it was a warehouse party full of white cis gay men who want to dance and fuck each other lmfao [...] “that's not queer joy, that's f^g joy.” — @Maxies_back

“Chelsea and Hells Kitchen, more so than other neighborhoods in New York, produce nothing better than prissy, entitled cis White Power pretentious gay men, who don't respect diversity, or the rule of law.” — “LGBT for Change”

“Maybe they were right all along and white cis gays really do go to hell.” — Jerry Falwell @obssdwmlp

“Behind every bad man there is an even worse cis gay white man.” — @ANIMETWTDNI

“We need to realize that gay cis white men are still cis white men.” — @pettypiedpipertake

“Maybe homophobia against cis white gay men is valid.” — @heartIwin

“Noah Schnapp is also evidence that gays will truly go to h£ll. especially a cis white upper class gay like i genuinely, genuinely mean that and i’m sorry if that comes off as problematic.” [Schnapp is a 19-year-old Jewish gay actor who has spoken out in support of Israel in the wake of the October 7 2023 terrorist attacks.] — @brat6z

“I love it when white gays erase the trans and black side of this flag [...] You faggots deserve to get hatecrimed to death.” — @daredevilshill_

Writing for The Nation in 1994, the gay playwright Tony Kushner argued that homosexuality and socialism are intrinsically linked. Homosexuals, he wrote, “like most everyone else, are and will continue to be oppressed by the depredations of capital until some better way of living together can be arrived at.” Kushner lamented the growing number of gay activists, like Andrew Sullivan and Bruce Bawer, who advocated a more pragmatic approach to equal rights. The radical contingent of the LGBT community has long pejoratively described these types of gay and bi people — those who prioritize marriage equality, the right to serve openly in the military, and peaceful inclusion in Western society — as “assimilationist.” Real gay liberation, the radicals argue, will result from razing Western civilization and its capitalist, cisheteropatriarchal system and rebuilding it in their utopian vision. Like the gay journalist Donna Minkowitz once said to Charlie Rose, “We don’t want a place at the table — we want to turn the table over.”

The thing is, the pragmatic approach won. Today, gay, lesbian, and bi people get married, serve proudly, have jobs, own homes, and raise families. Like black civil rights leaders who preached nonviolent protest and a politics of respectability, discerning LGBT activists took the long view. We don’t want to exist on the margins of society, they insisted, we want to participate in it. LGBT people, just like black Americans, are a vital part of the fabric of this nation.

But the radicals haven’t taken this defeat lying down. After the 2015 Supreme Court decision in Obergefell v. Hodges, which made marriage equality the law of the land, the radicals pounced. “You got what you want,” they seemed to say. “Now it’s our turn.” LGBT rights organizations, either under the influence of impatient extremists or in an attempt to stay relevant (i.e., donor-worthy), refocused their missions to a form of revolutionary activism that purports to fight on behalf of trans people but in practice agitates for a revolt against Enlightenment ideals, liberalism, capitalism, and even basic biology.

Every LGBT organization seemingly became an extension of a university Gender Studies department, whose purpose was not to produce new knowledge but to interrogate — or, in their academic lingo, queer — existing knowledge which they spuriously associate with “whiteness”, colonialism, and Western patriarchy. Alongside this, a new social hierarchy of disadvantage was erected, where everyone was in competition to be the most “marginalized” — and therefore deserving of resources, a voice, and power in the revolutionaries’ value system. According to that value system, being gay or bi seemed to matter far less if one were also white, cis, and male, and therefore deemed to be in cahoots with the oppressors.

In 2017, while I was a student at Columbia University, I interned for GLAAD, one of the largest LGBT organizations in the US. Not only had their mission absorbed this new orthodoxy, it had filtered down to the interpersonal level. On campus and at GLAAD’s offices, I was regularly called “cis” in a kind of sneering, vitriolic tone that reminded me more than a little of the bullies who called me “fag” in middle school. The oddest thing was that much of the vitriol was coming from people who didn’t seem to be LGB, or even T, but who identified only as nonbinary or “queer.” Many of the people I encountered seemed to be profoundly homophobic. Any gay or bi man that didn’t at least adopt he/they pronouns, especially if they were white, was considered assimilationist, right-wing, traitorous upholders of the evil sex binary.

I never quite got used to being eyed with suspicion by other activists for my normative, gender-conforming appearance, or the constant bad-faith interpretations of anything I said. The only cis white gays spared this unfairly cold treatment were the ones who made a public show of being self-hating — the ones who renounced their “cis white gayness” and frequently apologized for their white privilege.

It was alarming to be on the receiving end of such vitriol simply for being myself — for not shaving one side of my head, painting my nails, piercing my septum, and adopting plural pronouns. It was alarming especially because so much of the hate I received when I was young came precisely because I was way too sex-nonconforming (in fact, in middle school, my classmates would often ask me if I was a boy or a girl). I wondered if my peers cared that I had been mercilessly bullied as a gay kid, or that I had worked on a trans rights anti-discrimination campaign when they were barely teenagers. I knew that my volunteering for marriage equality wouldn’t earn me any points, since marriage was to them an antiquated Western institution and part of an “assimilationist” agenda. This attitude has become so entrenched in LGBT activist spaces, I suspect it partially explains why support for same-sex marriage among Gen Z Americans has dropped from 80% in 2021 to only 69% in 2023.

Last year, I got a little more clarity about this issue when I came across an article, also written in 1994, by Stephen H. Miller. The publishing journal, Heterodoxy, titled it “Gay-Bashing by Homosexuals,” although Miller’s original title was “Gay White Males: PC’s Unseen Target.” In the late 1980s and early 90s, Miller chaired the media committee of GLAAD’s New York chapter. In fact, Miller came up with GLAAD’s mission statement, which was to “fight for fair, accurate and inclusive representations of gay and lesbian lives in the media and elsewhere.” In the article, Miller wrote that he was “purged” from GLAAD in 1992 because he objected to the rising political correctness and censoriousness in the gay, lesbian, and bisexual movement. Similar to the cultural shifts of the past decade, Miller recounts how activist organizations began prioritizing race and gender (and of course, the Correct political views) over individual merit. New staff members had to attend “endless sensitivity sessions” which “identified white men (whatever their sexual orientation) as the oppressor class.” Suddenly, it seemed like there was more antagonism towards the “white males” within the LGBT rights movement than without. Miller, who described himself as a “political moderate who believed in dialogue with the straight world and a good-faith search for common ground,” found himself “shunned.”

The race and gender quotas that LGBT rights organizations began adopting, Miller wrote, included weighted voting that favored women and people of color. For example, after regional delegations of organizers for the 1993 March on Washington for LGB rights failed to achieve their quotas, it was decided that women’s votes would count for three votes apiece and non-white votes would count for two votes apiece. That decision — and the many others that have since followed in LGBT activist spaces — calls to mind some dark and creepy moments from American history best learned from rather than imitated.

Of course, this also raises the question: Who decides who is a person of color and who is white, and how? Will they apply the one-drop rule, the early 20th-century legal principle that deemed any American with even one black ancestor (“one drop of black blood”) as black? I suppose that would be illegal since the Supreme Court outlawed the one-drop rule in its 1967 Loving v. Virginia decision. And yet, I’m not surprised by these backward tactics. It was Ibram X. Kendi who recently wrote, “The only remedy to past discrimination is present discrimination. The only remedy to present discrimination is future discrimination.” Around and around we go.

Then as now, as Miller wrote, anyone who challenged this illiberal orthodoxy was “deemed racist and sexist” and accused of harboring the belief that “white men are the main victims of discrimination.” Naturally, Miller notes, such accusations serve to discourage people who sense this hostility toward gay white men from voicing their dissent.

Then after AIDS decimated gay and bi male activist communities, lesbian radical feminists moved in, and a “critical attitude toward men, male sexuality, and ‘the patriarchy’” became the norm. “Male solidarity, once a hallmark of gay liberation, is now anathema.”

A direct line can be drawn from this upheaval in the early 1990s and the divisiveness in today’s LGBT activist spaces, where “cis gays” — and, in particular, “cis white gays” — are seen as upholders of villainous Western cisheteropatriarchy and its henchman capitalism. These modern activists are sure to include “white” not only out of an animus against white people, but because they assume that all people of color are helpless victims of Western capitalism who, because of their oppression, invariably hold the “correct” far-left politics. In his aforementioned article, Kushner invoked Oscar Wilde, quoting “A map of the world that does not include Utopia is not worth even glancing at.” He added that he is “always suspicious of the glacier-paced patience of the right.” Writing for The Advocate, the gay writer Bruce Bawer responded that he and so many others are “impatient with models of activism that involve playing at revolution instead of focusing on the serious work of reform.”

This anti-“cis white gay” attitude proliferates in LGBT media as well. “White Gay Men Are Hindering Our Progress as a Queer Community” was the title of an article published in the magazine Them. “You had your time — now, we have other things to fight for,” read the subhead. “Let's Talk About People That Aren't Young Cis White Gay Men,” a HuffPost article was titled.

I could go on and on.

A few years ago, I attended a conference for LGBT journalists. There, I met a young, white, gay writer who would go on to work for a progressive news outlet in New York. He said his upbringing in a Southern state had made him racist, but since then, he has “trained” himself to be attracted to black and brown people, and now black and brown people are the only types of people he wants to sleep with.

If this is the “progressive” strategy for combating racism, I want no part of it. And any liberal cis white gay person who opposes racism won’t either. This is racism, operating under the guise of “anti-racism”, plain and simple. It attempts to end inequality by inverting it and, in the process, is attacking the foundations of the principles that have enabled the remarkable progress our society has made in transcending bigotry and prejudice. I only wish more people who saw this dogma for what it is were unafraid to voice the truth about it.

Homophobia and anti-gay hate are alive and well as progressive virtues.

#Ben Appel #woke homophobia #homophobia 2.0 #anti male #anti gay #homophobia #anti white #anti gay hate #intersectional feminism #religion is a mental illness

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undreaming-fanfiction · 1 year

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Okay, but what about a What We Do In The Shadows Fruity Four (Steddie + Ronance) AU?

I'm just stuck with an AU idea of a vampire Eddie and Steve as his accidentally vampire hunting familiar who is just so done with all the vampire shit. Steve ran away to become a familiar from his strict parents and expectations and becoming a vampire sure sounds better than taking over his dad’s business. He just snuck out one evening, went to a bar and got very, very drunk, poured his heart out to a young man with the prettiest wavy hair he’s ever seen. The next morning, he woke up in a room that looks like a 80s rock kid’s dream with a pounding headache and a sense that he’s dreaming when Eddie explains to him what he is and what he can offer to Steve. He tries to explain to Steve how being a familiar works, that he’d basically be with Eddie 24/7 and do everything that requires being in the sunlight and then one day he might become a vampire himself, but Steve just shrugs and says “does this mean I’ll never have to see a pristine white carpet? Those would stain with blood, right? I’m in.”

Turns out Eddie lives with a duo of other two fairly fresh/new vampires, Nancy and Robin. Things might be a bit weird for a moment because Nancy was Steve’s first serious girlfriend, but she seems happy and that’s enough for him. Nancy asks if it bothers him what she is now, that she drinks blood to survive, and he just shrugs his shoulders again and says “not more than when you used to drink decaf. That was fucked up, Nance.” Robin makes fun of him a lot and sometimes sends him on the weirdest quests possible (”get me a music sheet for Never Gonna Give You Up, but it needs to be for a trumpet”), but she has a soft spot for him. Nancy and Robin have a familiar too, a runaway teen called Max, but Steve’s fairly sure it’s less of a familiar situation and more of an unofficial adoption. Max is snarky and Steve adores her.

Steve suspects Eddie knows way more about recent pop culture and vampire media, but he's always saying stupid things to drive Steve crazy. He also likes to see Steve squirm. Steve’s suspicions are confirmed when they go to the store to buy some celebratory decorations for the arrival of Uncle Wayne, the vampire who made Eddie (Eddie doesn’t talk about it much, but apparently Wayne bit him when he was getting lynched by a mob to save his life in the 80s), Eddie kept scaring Steve by stories of what an ancient vampire Wayne is and how traditional he acts, but then Eddie goes to the craft section of the store and starts collecting crepe paper (”creepy paper! Creepy paper!”) and smudging glitter on himself (”I’ll sparkle like Twilight!”) while Steve is 100% sure Wayne is going to kill him. And when Wayne arrives, he looks just like a normal guy, hugs Eddie and when Steve asks where his famous 19th century cape is, Wayne just rolls his eyes and smacks Eddie’s chest. “You’re up to your usual tricks, I see.” Apparently, Wayne got turned in the 50s when he tried to save his own brother from his stupidity, dragging him away after he tried to steal from a real 19th century vampire.

Their lives are not really ideal because a lot of vampires consider it a mockery of their species that these three don’t just adhere to their aesthetic (no coffins for one, well, Eddie has one but he stores his electric guitar there because “she deserves the comfort”), but they also don’t treat their familiars as they should, too relaxed. So there are sometimes invaders aiming to harm the three vampires and Steve is 100% determined to keep his new home, so when an attacker sneaks through the kitchen window, he grabs the nearest item - chopsticks, he was about to eat his takeout - and stabs it into the invader’s chest. Apparently that counts as a stake. And of course that’s exactly when Uncle Wayne walks in, looks at the pile of ash at Steve’s feet (yep, killing vampires is a big no no in their community) and silently hands him a vacuum cleaner. They never talk about it. Max claims she never saw anything, but she inconspicuously hands Steve a hand-carved stake. “For rats,” she says, her innocent blue eyes peering into his. “They sometimes get reeeeally big.”

Eddie is slowly getting ready to turn Steve, but he’s grown fond of him so much that he’s afraid if he gives him what he wants (well, Steve says he doesn’t necessarily want to be a vampire but why else would he stick around, Eddie thinks), Steve is going to leave. So he keeps stalling, making vague promises and Steve is like “yeah okay, sure, next sabbath or whatever sounds nice, but could you please do your levitation thingy, I want to sweep the floor now”.

(Also Steve often comes from the outside into the dark house and Eddie kind of misses the sun, but when he’s around Steve he can feel the warmth radiating from his skin and Eddie just wants to wrap himself around Steve like a vampire backpack)

#the fruity four #fruity four #strangerthings #stranger things #stranger things au #stranger things drabble #steddie #steddie au #steddie drabble #ronance #ronance au #ronance drabble #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #max mayfield #wayne munson #not proofread because migraines are a bitch

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hunterwritings · 2 years

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unexpected | part iii ⭒

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summary: eddie introduces his new girlfriend to his Hellfire Club and learns many new surprises

pairing(s): eddie munson x quiet!shy!reader

warnings: cursing, Jason (yes he deserves his own warning), very suggestive but no real smut, making out, foreplay, eddie is a lil' handsy

word count: 3.7k

notes: this is mostly dialogue but gets better at the end! this is literally the most cliché thing I've written but idc its adorable.

part i | part ii | part iii | part iv (coming soon 👀)

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You bit down on your bottom lip as you looked down at your, soon-to-be late, homework. You mentally cursed yourself out for forgetting to do your homework and now here you were, trying to complete it at lunch.

"(L/N)!" Eddie sang as he walked over to your table and sat in front of you. "Hi." you smiled as you looked up at him. "Wow, look at you, do you ever stop working?" He sarcastically asks as he crosses his arms on top of the table surface. "Ha, I actually never do work during lunch but, I procrastinated this work all week and forgot about it, and now it's due next period." You laughed as you propped your face up on your fist which was on the table. He chuckled in response and bit his bottom lip as he looked at you. "(Y/N) (L/N), procrastinating on work? That does not look good on a resume." He joked with a wide smile on his face. You let out a laugh as you shook your head.

"So quick question, just so were on the same page―" He spoke with his hands, his mannerisms brought a smile to your face. "Sooo, are we uhh, like officially... dating now?" He asks, biting his bottom lip in nervousness. "Um, yes?" You said, almost as if it were a question. "Is that not what you want?" You asked, already beginning to doubt yourself. "No, no, no! That is 100% what I want!" He spoke, shaking his hands in front of you, and practically answering before you could finish your question. A bit of relief flushed over you and a smile tugged at your lips. "It's just that... well―" He began, looking away as he tapped his foot quickly against the ground. "I don't exactly, have the best reputation around here." He finished, as he turned to look back in your direction and then looking down at the surface of the table. "And if you wouldn't want someone like me walking around with you, I get it―" He started but you cut him off.

"Eddie, I don't care about that." You said with a much more serious demeanor as he looked up at you. "I like you, and I want to be with you." You confessed as you saw his face turn from doubtful to him grinning from ear to ear with a smug smirk.

Then, he pushed himself up and kept his palms on the surface of the table and leaned over to plant a kiss on your lips from across the lunch table. "That is what I like to hear, baby." He shook his head with a large smile as he sat back down in his seat across from you. Your lips pursed into tight smile as you kept your gaze on him.

"Hey, so, quick question―" you began, changing the subject. "You listen to metal music right?" You asked and he jokingly scoffed. He turned his back to you and pointed both of his thumbs at the sewed on large "Dio" patch on his jacket, then he turned back to you as he showcased his other pins on the front of his jacket including, Megadeath, Black Sabbath, and Metallica. You laughed at his dramatic actions as he intertwined his fingers and set them down on the table. "That was a yes, by the way, if you didn't catch that." He clarified as you laughed once again. "Alright." You smiled to him as you nodded.

"Yep, I've got a whole band and everything." He said while shaking his head jokingly. "Yeah, Corroded Coffin right?" His eyes lit up and his face filled with joy but also confusion. "How do you know that?" He questioned, holding a hand on his cheek. "You played in middle school, I remember the talent show performance. It was really cool." You explained as Eddie's mouth shaped into an open-mouthed smile. "I still remember my mom's reaction to that, she went on a whole tangent on how it "wasn't music", but I still enjoyed it." You explained, using your fingers to create air quotes. Eddie was almost entranced by your smile and laugh, he had no idea just how hard he was falling.

"Oh (Y/N), you're making me blush over here." He joked as he waved his hand forward and looked away. "Well, I have something really cool I wanna show you later." You said and his eyebrows perked up as he responded. "Ooh, surprises!" He smiled. "Oh! Actually, I really wanted to ask you something." He started as you leaned forward on the table to listen to him. "I actually was wondering if you'd like to join me at Hellfire tonight." He asked as he raised his eyebrows. "The D&D club?" You asked, that subject catching your attention. "Yeah." You could tell that he wasn't confident in his request.

"Yeah, definitely!" You replied with a smile.

"Wait, really?" He asked, wondering if he just heard those words in his head.

"Yeah! Actually I was wondering, if you could maybe teach me how to play D&D?" You asked timidly.

Eddie sat there, mouth agape as he blinked his eyes a couple times. "I'm sorry, am I dreaming or did I just hear you say that you wanted me to teach you D&D?" He asked as he shook his head. All you could do was laugh as you talked to him. "I actually have filled out some character sheets before and made some custom character minis but, I've never actually... played?" You explained, now holding both your hands in front of you on top of the table. Eddie sighed with a look of awe as he kept his eyes on you and reached his hands over to grab ahold of yours. "And just when I thought you couldn't get any more perfect." Eddie says with a wide smile on his face, large brown eyes staring into your own. You scoffed as you looked up with a smile on your lips.

Then, you hear the bell ring, signaling that lunch was over and next period was about to start. "Shit." You muttered underneath your breath. "I have to go home after school to finish up a few things, but I can come back in time for Hellfire." His face lit up at your want to actually be in Hellfire. "Sounds like a plan." He smiles widely as you shove your work into your bag and stand up with your backpack around your arms. He stands up as well and wraps and arm around your shoulder as you two begin to walk to class.

As the two of you walked to class, Jason had his eyes glued on you. His mind wondered how the hell you could hanging out with Eddie 'the freak' Munson, and he wanted to get to the bottom of it.

Hours passed and you were walking back to school to meet Eddie at Hellfire club. You were fishing through your bag to find a hair tie, then you ran into someone's chest as you were walking. "Oh, sorry!" You instinctively said, then you looked up and realized that it was Jason that you had bumped into. "Woah, hey." He said, still holding onto your shoulders. "Jason?" You asked, your demeanor completely changing. Then, you noticed the rest of his basketball friends walking close behind him. "How you doing (Y/N)?" He says with a cheap smile, finally letting go of your shoulders. "Fine." You say cautiously, nervous that you were alone around them. "So, uh, what've you been doing lately? Anything new?" He asks, it seems like he's getting closer to you. "Why do you ask?" You ask, not giving him an answer.

"Because we saw you hanging out with that freak, Eddie Munson." The one you think is named Andy speaks up. Your facial expressions change from cautiousness to anger as your eyebrows furrowed together. "What are you doing with him (Y/N)?" Jason asks, almost whispering as he inches closer to you. You take a step back as you keep your eyes on him. "That's none of your business." You spoke, trying to sound as confident as you could. Jason raised his eyebrows as he backed his head away. "Now get out of my way." You demanded, hearing various 'oooh's from the other basketball players. Jason nodded in defeat as he said, "Fine", before he walked past you, hitting your shoulder as he walked, his friends following behind him. You let out a large sigh of relief as they left you, shaking it off and turning back to walk towards the school.

You pushed open the heavy door that lead into the room where Hellfire had been held. Luckily for you, you got there about 10 minutes before the game had actually started. Eddie had whipped his head around to your direction and his lips instantly curled up into a smile. "(Y/N)!" He said happily as he quickly rushed over to you, almost tripping on a small indent in the ground as he walked. He instinctively wrapped his arms around your body and held you close, swaying both of your bodies in a hug. You smiled as he pulled away from the hug and quickly placed a small kiss on your lips.

"I'm not late, am I?" You asked.

"No, no, if anything you're early." He grinned, looking back at the large table where a few other members sat. A relieved smile spread across your face as Eddie turned to walk towards the other guys, his arm securely around your shoulder. "Attention everyone! I'd like you all to meet my lovely, royal companion, (Y/N)!" He announced dramatically as you looked up at everyone else with a timid expression. "Hi." You said while raising a hand to greet them and a shy smile on your lips.

Most of the boys faces filled with confusion, some ever had their mouths agape as they looked forward. "wait, wait- so you weren't just bullshitting us about getting a girlfriend?" One with fluffy, dirty blonde hair speaks up. "No Gareth, I wasn't." Eddie replied with a tinge of annoyance in his tone that caused you to chuckle.

Time went on and Eddie had introduced you to everyone in the Hellfire Club including: Mike, Dustin, Lucas, Gareth, and Jeff. You greeted everyone with a smile and sat back and observed their game.

A couple hours had passed and the game had finally ended and you said your goodbyes to everyone. You now walked, hand in hand, with Eddie down the side walk, dimly lit by the street light. "Soo... any hints on what this surprise could be?" He asked, leaning in closer to your face with a dumb smile on his face, causing you to laugh and shake your head. "Nope, I want it to be a full surprise." You explain, looking to him. He throws his head back dramatically and jokingly groans.

You both make your way in front of your home and you begin walking up the porch. As you reach into your bag to grab your keys, you noticed Eddie standing on the ground in front of your porch.

"What are you doing?" You chuckled.

"Are you uhh... are you sure it's okay for me to be here? I mean, I don't want to get you in trouble with your parents or anything—" He rambled on, nervously.

"No, no Eddie! They both work late shifts on Wednesdays, don't worry, you're fine." You reassure him with a smile. He returns the smile quickly as he walks up the porch to stand at your side. You take out your keys and unlock the door before pushing it open. You walk into your home, Eddie following close behind you and shutting the front door behind you. You motioned for him to follow you upstairs, his eyes scanning your house as he followed.

You turned and pushed open your bedroom door, tossing your bag onto your bed as you walked in. Eddie's jaw was basically on the floor as he saw your room, his eyes scanned and noticed metal and rock band posters scattered across your walls. "Holy shit." He muttered under his breath as he brought his fingertips up to touch one of the posters.

"Are you telling me that (Y/N) (L/N) — who probably hasn't said more than maybe 10 words this whole semester — listens to metal music?" He asks, turning his attention to you.

You shrug your shoulders as you look back at him. He made his way over to you and stood in front of you as he softly placed his hands on your hips. "You... are a dream." He says dramatically, causing you to chuckle in response. He leans in to you and presses a long, sweet kiss against your lips.

You pulled away for a moment to speak with him. "Wait, wait — I want to show you the surprise!" You said excitedly as his lips curled into a curious smile. "Here, sit." You motioned him to sit on the bed. "Yes ma'am." He happily obliged, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Okay, close your eyes. " You smiled, holding your hands behind your back. "You got it, princess." He smirks, holding a hand over his eyes.

You smiled before moving over to your closet and rummaging through it, looking for something in specific. Your eyes lit up as you found the object you were looking for and you carefully laid it out on the bed, in front of Eddie. "Okay, open your eyes." You said with excitement.

Eddie carefully removed the hand from his eyes as he looked down and saw a limited edition, Black Sabbath encased poster. "Holy shit, is this limited edition?" He asked, his eyes moving up to you for a brief moment before looking down at the poster. "Yep, and look at a little closer." You motioned as he scanned the poster once again.

"YOU GOT IT SIGNED?!" He practically yells, causing a laugh to erupt from your lips. "This is crazy." He whispers under his breath, admiring the poster. "I want you to have it." You blurted out.

He looks up at you, eyes wide and mouth agape, as he stands up. "No, no way." He begins. "This is — this is serious, I can't just take something like this from you." He protested but you were already shaking your head. "No Eddie please, I wasn't even the one to get it signed and plus, I think you'd be able appreciate it much more than I ever could." You explain, his face was filled with more shock than anything and it slowly dissolved into happiness. "You're serious?!?" He yelled, literally jumping up and down out of excitement and balling his fists. "Yes, Eddie." You reassure him, grabbing ahold of both of his hands. He bites his lip before reaching down below your hips and grabbing ahold of your thighs tightly and lifting you up into the air, giggles erupting from both of your mouths. He spins you around a few times as he presses multiple kisses to your face before putting back on the ground to stand on your own.

As he sets you down, he keeps his hands at your sides and your hands were holding onto his neck. He looks at you in pure awe, he couldn't muster up the words to tell you just how much he had fallen in love. Instead, he stared longingly at your face, his eyes glancing up from yours eyes and down to your lips. He kept his gaze on you for a few more seconds before slowly leaning in to press a kiss onto your lips. This one was different than before, this kiss was passionate. Eddie wasn't always best with words, so he wanted to show you just how much he loved you through his actions.

His hands had moved up from your sides and laid softly on your cheeks. Your lips moved in sync with his, your hands moving from the crook in his neck to get tangled up in his hair. You slowly moved backwards, pulling him with you as you made your way to lay on the bed. Now, the two of you laid on the bed, he was hovering above you as you laid in between his legs, not breaking the kiss once. His hands were moving from your neck down to your stomach, slowly moving under your shirt.

"Is this―" he finally broke away from the kiss, looking down at you.

"Is this okay?" he asks before he goes any further.

"Yes, Eddie." You reassure him, bringing your hand up to lay on his cheek. "And I'm not a virgin, you don't have to be gentle." You tell him, hoping he won't be upset.

His head titled in surprise as he looked down at you. Then, his lips curled into a smile before he speaks, "you're just full of surprises, aren't you?" He smiles before leaning back down to kiss you. His hands were now reaching all the way up your shirt and moving up. He brings your shirt all the way up and you move your arms so that he can pull the shirt off of your body. He stops kissing you for a moment as he admires your breasts in your bra.

"Oh shit— you're driving me crazy here baby." He smirks, then his lips are back on yours. His hands are roaming throughout your bare torso as his lips slowly make their way from yours, down to your neck. You felt like your heart was going to beat out of your chest, your hands were tightly entangled in his curly hair as he left wet kisses on your neck. You knew that he would probably leave hickeys on your neck, but right now you didn't care. All you cared about is the fact that Eddie "the freak" Munson was about to have sex with you. His lips moved further from your neck and onto your collarbone, trailing down until he was kissing in between your breasts. His lips attached to the skin on your breast that wasn't covered by your bra, and he sucked harshly. You let out a soft moan subconsciously and Eddie smiled against your skin.

You both suddenly jumped up as you heard the front door open. "(Y/N), I'm home!" You heard your mother yell through out the house. Eddie looked to you, wondering what to do. "Fuck, just—" you scrambled as you quickly put your shirt back on. "Here! Just hide for a minute please." You tell him as you jump off the bed and gesture to the closet, opening the door. He scurried from the bed, quickly but also quietly to make his way into the closet, you shutting the door on him and turning off the closet light.

You sat at your desk, quickly pulling out paper work to make it look like you were just working on your homework. You put a hand on your neck where a red spot from Eddie was made.

Your mom pushes open your door as you look up at her, holding a pencil in your hand and random pieces of work spread on your desk. "Hey, mom." You said, trying not to sound like an idiot.

"I thought you weren't getting home until later." You pressed.

"Yeah me either, but it was really slow today so, they decided to let us go home early." She chuckled as you did too, trying not to seem suspicious. "I'm exhausted, I'm going to take a shower then go to bed." She explains as you nod. She pushes your door open and walks out, you wait until you hear her bathroom door shut and hear the shower start before walking over to the closet and opening up the door. "C'mon." You whispered, even though you knew your mom couldn't hear you. Eddie jumped onto his feet and followed you as you held onto his hand and guided him out of your room and down the stairs. You quietly opened the front door and walked outside with Eddie beside you.

"God, I am so sorry about that. I-I didn't know that she would be here—" you began stumbling over your words as you talked to him. You felt awful for putting him in that kind of postion, but when you looked back up at him, he had a wide smile on his face. "Baby, baby, don't apologize. It's fine." He tried to reassure you, cupping your face in between his hands. He brought your face close to his and pressed a long, sweet kiss onto your lips.He pulled away after a minute or two and his lips curled up into a genuine smile.

"I'll make it up to you." You told him, still feeling bad about before. He smiled as he shook his head. "Don't worry about that." He reassured you. You didn't respond but you were determined to make it up to him because you felt as if he deserved something nice.

You wrapped your arms around his body tightly and him doing the same to you as he pulled you into a tight hug. You pulled away and kissed him on the lips before he turned to walk down your porch and headed for the sidewalk. He kept his hands in the pocket of his jacket as he made his way to the sidewalk.

"Hey, Eddie!"

He turned around to face his attention to you. "How about I come over tomorrow?" You asked, nervously scratching your arm. He shook his head while looking down with a smile on his lips.

"(Y/N) you don't have to—" He began.

"I want to." You cut him off.

He just smiled in defeat, he knew he wasn't going to change your mind so he gave in to you. "Okay." He finally said. "Sleep well, princess." He said as he dramatically bowed towards you with a hand in front of his chest. You giggled at his mannerisms as you watched him stand back up and put his hands back in his pockets. "Goodnight, Eddie." You said to him as you waved him goodbye, him also waving back as he walked down the sidewalk.

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♡ MOOTING AND AMERICANOS — ROBERT ‘BOB’ FLOYD

bob floyd x reader | wc : 0.9k words | content : possible grammar and spelling mistakes, lowercase intended, mentions of food, fluff, strangers to friends to lovers, college au, phoenix and rooster being the wingpeople bob deserves

it was a cold winter morning, and bob wanted nothing more than a hot coffee to warm his day. he found another cutesy café as he walked towards his usual stop and halted in front of it.

the coffee shop he liked was always crowded. he wanted to find a new spot, anyway.

his phone rang before he entered the café and he answered it, greeting the caller with a smile. “hello, phoenix! long time no call.” he chuckled, making the female on the other line laugh as well.

“yeah, i have been busy with our assignments. i wanted to talk to you about it. are you busy, floyd?“

“not really. i just came to get a coffee. what’s up?” bob walked through the door, nodding at the staff at the counter before taking a seat, thinking of giving his order later.

“our assignment was to create a marketing model for a product. but that isn’t my area of expertise. i was hoping you could help me out? since you have done this assignment for your summer work, yeah?“

bob hummed. “yep. for extra credit. have you picked a product so i can give it a look? because most students just repeat the layout and ...” he trailed off, blinking rapidly as his eyes landed on a familiar figure, checking if it was you.

you were an art student in the same university bob studied business in. since you two majored in different areas, you never came across each other.

until your university started these mooting sessions where the batch got together for a few debates — regardless of what they majored in.

you and bob were part of the july batch and ended up having your mooting sessions together, which was where he first came across you.

the instructor conducting the debates was your uncle, and you were always stating dumb pointers and jokes to make everyone laugh — including your uncle.

the way you confidently spoke and your funny jokes had bob in a trance. it didn’t help that you were friendly, either.

as a punishment once, your uncle made you introduce yourself to the whole july batch, and instead of announcing it to everyone, you went to each student, introducing yourself to all 100 of them, just to piss off your uncle.

when you came to bob, your warm smile and your bright eyes captured him. your introduction was one he couldn’t forget no matter how hard he tried, and he realised maybe it was love at first sight for him.

things only got better when you dropped by his classes during your free periods, since you were interested in business.

bob also volunteered (after much pressure from natasha and bradley) to model for the art students, as they needed models for their realistic still-life examples.

with his friends’ interference, you two crossed paths more often, and you too got interested in the male, finding it odd how you two always saw each other despite your different majors.

you waved off your infatuation as a mere crush, thinking bob would never be interested in you — without knowing how he actually felt about you.

hopefully, you two would realise it this time around.

“bob? are you there?” natasha pulled bob out of his trance when she exclaimed over the phone. “and what?“

“and, uh ...” the male watched as you made your way over to his table, a bright smile on your face. “... sorry, nat, what was i saying?”

you saw bob on the phone and mouthed ‘americano’ to him, hoping he’d get what you say. he smiled at you, finding the way you spoke endearing.

you wrote it down on your notepad, showing it to him, and he nodded, surprised to see you had written his order correctly.

“you there, baby on board?“

“uh, yeah ... kinda ... i guess.” you held back a smile as you heard his response, giving a small nod as you turned around to get his order ready.

natasha chuckled on the other line, finding bob’s antics amusing. “if you are busy, bob, i’ll call you later. we can talk another time, it’s fine. alright?” she inquired, causing the male to nod before he answered.

“i’m not busy, nat, but i’ll hold you to that call. you remember that girl i talked to you about?”

“yeah, y/n, right?“

“she’s working in this café i walked into.”

“no wonder you are so spaced out. now shoo off and make a move, lover boy. i gotta share this goss with bradshaw,” natasha spoke, letting out a laugh as she ended the call.

you soon brought a tray with an americano and a slice of chocolate cake. “here is your order, sir,” you cheekily stated, even though you knew bob. “and the cake is on the house.”

“on the house?”

“well, it’s out of my paycheck, but the same difference, no?”

the male chuckled. “how did you know about the americano?” he inquired, his smile never fading.

you thought over your words, wondering how to answer without sounding like a stalker. “i, uh, notice you always buy an americano and chocolate pastry when you come for mooting.” your grip on the tray tightened as you spoke. “we didn’t have pastries, but i thought a cake would be alright too.”

“i didn’t think you would know much about me, y/n.”

“well, if you can stay until my shift is over, i would love to get to know you more, robert.”

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jahayla-parker · 2 years

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dylan O’Brien smau date nights

Dating Dylan : Dylan O’Brien x Reader SMAU

Summary: SMAU fic of date nights with Dylan and overall what dating him is like including when he dyes his hair blonde.

Warnings: playful relationship teasing/banter, that's really it

Requested for my 100 follower celebration

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yourusername: He’s always had to compete with my love for baseball 😉 tonight the two combined as he got to throw the first pitch 😊 I suppose I’ll keep him 😘

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juliaobrien: How did he do though? 😂 if I know my little bro, he probably didn’t make it to the plate

dylanobrien: I did excellent thank you very much 💅

obrienupdates: omg Dylan’s sass is back lol

dylanobrien: you “think” you’ll keep me?🤨

yourusername: it wasn’t autocorrect 😌 you have to earn it

dylanobrien: oh believe me, I will 😉 just surprised you’re still “think”ing about it nearly 5 years later 🙃

yourusername: the irony 🤣🧐

dylanobrien: for as smart as you are, you have no idea what you’re talking about here babe 😇

selenagomez : 👀

p_obrien: Lisa and I are we’re sorry we couldn’t make it but it looks like you two had a good night!

dylanfanatics: he threw the first pitch tonight? I missed it 😫

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dylanobrien: TB to the best first date of my life. It may have been an impromptu date due to a sudden schedule change, but the desire to ask you out was far from impromptu. Can’t believe I’ve been putting up with you for 5 years (totally not the other way around right 😉)! In all seriousness, I love you beautiful and always will; thank you for being you 🖤

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yourusername: Dyl, joke or not, I’ll always put up with you as long as you put up with me 🥹. I love you baby. 💕P.s. this picture 😫🥰

dylanobrien: my queen; for life ♾🖤

juliaobrien: you two are precious 😊 happy 5 years guys!

juliaobrien: wait… what?! Call me, now!

selenagomez: my beautiful y/n was such a baby 😭 congrats on 5 years Dylan and y/n, you better keep treating her right or I’m stealing her

yourusername: I know, we both were so young 🥺 thx Sel, love you babbbbyy 💕 but I’ll keep that in mind 😉🤣

dylanobrien: stiff competition but well deserved given the reward is y/n 🖤

selenagomez: as in she’s property?! 🤨 yep, she’s mine now

dylanobrien: …. @/yourusername Babe?🥺🥺

yourusername: to be fair, you both referred to me as something to steal/win so 😬

lisa_obrien: 5 years! Happy for you both ❤️

y/l/nfanzzz: He said “for life ♾” 👀💍?

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yourusername: In honor of his birthday, throwback to this cutie and I’s first big trip together 🥰 (omg look at his baby face 🥹) Dyl, I love you more than anything and I’m so thankful that 30 years and roughly 9 months ago Lisa and Patrick made this possible 😂 can’t wait to spend more trips and birthdays with you handsome 🥳

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p_obrien: hahahaha you’re welcome

dylanobrien: thanks.. wait…- babe?! Are you NOT holding onto me?

yourusername: lol what?

dylanobrien: how did you take this photo?! I asked you to hold on tightly 😳

yourusername: seriously Dyl? This was years ago dork, plus I survived 💁‍♀️

dylanobrien: we’re talking about this when I get home🙅🏻‍♂️

yourusername: it was a moped 😂 if I apologize will you just accept my birthday wishes/post 🙄

dylanobrien: I do appreciate the post🖤, and I’ll be sure to thank my parents for not being safe for you😂

Yourusername: oh sure but when I’m not being safe I get yelled at 🙄 just because I didn’t want to occupy my hands

dylanobrien: different kind of safe beautiful 😂 your hands not being on me is a different context here but I suppose we can arrange something since you don’t want to use your hands when told you, maybe you don’t deserve to be able to 😏

yourusername: mmm 🤔👀

juliaobrien: ewww you two get off Instagram with this!🤮

selenagomez: agreed 🫣

obrienandy/l/nupdates: this post took a turn 😂

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dylanobrienupdates: Guys?! Did you see this post @/dylanobrien added to his story? We’ve been speculating for awhile about their engagement. The placement of the heart is telling… right?! 💍

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dylanismylife: omg he liked your post!

y/l/nteam: they both liked this?! What does that mean??!!

enews: 👀

y/nanddylandaily: can’t we give them some privacy? They’ll announce when they want.

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dylanobrien: forever the world’s best partner, I mean come on 😍

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yourusername: ilysm 😘

teamdylan: are we sure they’re engaged? There’s no ring here!

dobrienluv: true but this was for a press event so it would’ve been hard to hide if they’re still being private

selenagomez: looking beautiful, you’re a lucky man

dylanobrien: the luckiest 🍀♾

lisa_obrien: y/n you look incredible, glad you two had a nice night out ❤️

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Yourusername: I’m going to miss this guy 💔 thought I’d be spending my life with him 😭 guess things don’t always work out the way you planned.

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dylanobrien: a bit dramatic baby 😂

p_obrien: you didn’t actually call it off did you?! I thought things were going well!

dylanobrien: dad, chill, it’s just about me dying my hair tomorrow 😆

yourusername: ooop sorry Pat! Should’ve looped you in 💕

dylansfanz: did they break up?!

juliaobrien: yeaaahh, good luck tomorrow 💀😂

selenagomez: life throws lots of curveballs, but I’d never change up on you like he is😘

dylanobrien: 🤺 back away

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dylanobrien: Behind the scenes for Not Okay (streaming on Hulu soon) 🎬 photo credit: @/yourusername 😘

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dylanmoviefanz: blonde?! wonder how y/n’s feeling 🤯

yourusername: ~not okay~ 🤲🧎‍♀️

dylanmoviefanz: lmao pun intended?

obriennerds: girl saaaame, this is hot af

yourusername: 🔥 Marry me? 💍

dylanobrien: I thought we were already on the same page with that 😏 pretty certain you said yes months ago 😘

yourusername: had to make sure I’ve got you locked in 🥵

dylanobrien: from day 1 😍💍

lisa_obrien: it turned out well!

movieblogger101: film announcement, engagement confirmation, and a new hair color?! 💀

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yourusername: date night today consisted of some changes for both of us in a crammed hair & makeup studio 💇‍♀️ gotta say, I’m not sure if I the short hair but I’m definitely sure I like his change 💕

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dylanobrien: I expect a full retraction of your self doubting comments babe. You look sexy as always 🥵

juliaobrien: I agree but Eww Dylan not online again ❌

yourusername: ily Dyl 😘

selenagomez: omg you’re so damn hot 🔥 🚨

dylanobrien: hot and mine 😏

dylanmoviefanz: awe they are so cute and love each other regardless of the hair color/style; otp

ynanddyl4life: well duh. They’re not with each other because of the other ones hair tf?

yourusername: can we all play nice and just agree Dylan and I are both hot and in love 😂

dylanobrien: I agree 🙋🏼‍♂️

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Okay not great but hopefully you liked it!

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hallucinateonpaperspines · 2 months

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So, I was rereading Chapter 5 of OUAT, and it just registered to me what the statue meant. Like, I didn’t really pay much attention to it at first (because I was too excited for the update lol), but rereading it now, I just now see the messed up implications. Like, Cybertronians literally rewrote history. They made it seem as if both sides were protecting humans, specifically the three children, as if both sides were interested in preserving the native population, which is obviously not what happened. It was Megatron who wanted humanity gone, it was Megatron who wanted to claim Earth for his own and it was Megatron who ultimately destroyed it (as far as Cybertronians know.) So seeing him cradling the kids, as if he was also the one protecting them is just… so infuriating. It makes sense for Optimus to be depicted, because he was the one to truly care about the children, but Megatron being there is such a slap in the face. No wonder June almost snaps. Seeing someone, who held no regard or respect to your species and wanting to actively kill you, being depicted as a sort of hero is so…jajdfcvkh, I can’t put it into words! To add to this, Optimus was the one who built the Archival Project, so was he the one who made or commissioned the statue? It seems unlikely, but I saw in one of your posts mentioning that the bots don’t talk about Earth to others? Implying that they also don’t really talk about the true events that transpired there. So, were they the ones who fabricated the story in an attempt to bring the peace treaty between Decepticons and Autobots closer, or were these just speculations they let to cultivate? Either way, the whole statue scene is so messed up…

Yep, that statue was an important hint and existed in the first drafts of OUAT. Earth has done something similar, but instead of rewriting the truth it just isn't widely known. The information is there, but it takes a level of effort to get to it.

But you are 100% correct, history has been rewritten and the more concerning details of the truth have been tweaked for a more acceptable narrative. This will cause some confusion when the new Prime decides to lead some peace-keeping efforts.

It was a combination of speculations and white lies that caused the entire "propaganda" to form. Elements of the organic Earth remain via recorded media and some artifacts that were on the Nemesis (thanks to quite a few vehicons and KO). Those glimpses into a society so similar and yet so different from Cybertron sparked something in the war-torn generations. For some, that is the only taste of peace-time that they've ever had, for many, it's a reminder of what they lost.

When the treaty went into effect, for the first time in millennia, there was time to focus on something beyond the next battle. With that sudden shift away from warfare, there was be bit of a vacuum and sentimentality developed a deep anchor. Humanity's remnants became a way to channel that. (hence why Stunbolt knows some Japanese... the bot is a weeb).

But Cybertronians only know fragments of humanity, heavily edited fragments that were produced for entertainment purposes.

Of course, eventually, someone asks what happened to the humans. Are they still there? Why are they gone? Obviously, some of their species made it to the planet, so what happened?

And of course, no one bothers to answer the questions. They don't really care. They don't deserve to know.

So the Autobots hold the treaty's tributes tight and keep their mouths shut. The Decepticons don't say anything either, but their silence isn't as absolute.

Rumors spread. A word at a bar. A half-sparked muttering overheard. A sentence picked apart by obsessed fans that have nothing better to do than focus on this little mystery.

The world was destroyed.

It was an accident.

It was on purpose.

It was a disaster.

It was a force of nature.

The narrative pieces itself together. Sentiment winding with truth, blurring the lines between what was and what might have been. Eventually, the tale is so disjointed from reality that it is nothing more than fiction, a once upon a time that makes even the ones who know the truth feel a little less guilty about their part in it.

Earth is dead. It isn't coming back, so what is the harm in lying when no one can get hurt anymore?

When the Children finally die, the last tie to the truth is severed.

Team Prime has mixed feelings about it. Arcee finds it appalling, even as she keeps her silence. She hasn't visited the memorial in years, unable to step foot in the tomb housing her partner's preserved body when she is allowing his sacrifices to be erased. Bulkhead is similarly torn, the lies help to ease things, to create connections between sides and a middle ground. But he would be lying if he said he never wanted to pound a mech's face every time they started speaking of Earth. He and Jackie will change the conversation, and laugh it off before disappearing so Bulk can drown himself in high grade and Wheeljack can sharpen his sword. They don't talk about it. They don't talk about it or else they'd argue about visiting for the death-day anniversary. They have their own memorial, pictures set up instead of a body and that is enough. Bulkhead doesn't need to go traversing across the galaxy to pay respects when the memories of his sparkling are right there.

Bumblebee doesn't talk at all. It's not hard when he can barely vocalize properly anyway. He doesn't talk, but his optics scream murder. Ratchet is used to this. He remembers political machinations such as this from his days waiting on politicians during the Golden Age. If this sacrifice is what it takes to keep some semblance of order and peace, then he will bow his helm and remain silent. He still has a drawer in his personal quarters that he keeps locked. The equipment he built, too tiny for any use now, but once had brought comfort to the three ailing organics. He doesn't open the drawer, but he does visit the Archive every 360 earthen days on the anniversary of their return from Megatron. He apologizes and hopes that it might be enough. His spark knows it isn't.

Optimus is ashamed. The memorial site was constructed, and the statue was meant to depict the unification of their species through a shared love of the tributes, of the children, but it quickly turned into something out of hand. They had not dismissed the rumors of Earth's ending, and now, the Prime had all but confirmed that the loss of such a young and beautiful world had been a freak accident that both factions had come together over. Mourned together over. He does nothing but nod and approve the project. No one present knows him well enough to see the disgust and sorrow that mars his optics. No one but the mech seated across from him.

Megatron shares that disgust. He has his own feelings concerning his failings and the humans, but they are a complex mass that no fairy tale could hope to explain. He winces as Rodimus Prime launches into a speech about the asteroid attack and the value of preserving life. He does not contradict. He simply leaves.

Oh yes. Once upon a time, he would have felt nothing over humanity dying. He didn't care one way or another about the collateral damage between him and his ultimate prize, but now... Now the warlord was disgusted at himself for becoming a part of the same system he had dismantled to begin with. The same lies.

Rumors started with negligence. But the Archival Project is opened with falsehoods pouring out of the intake of a mech who could never know better.

Humanity would be rolling in their graves had they known.

Instead, they're digging their way out, and soon, they'll find out for themselves.

#welp this isn't going to back fire #cue intense confusion when peeps finally meet #like im not kidding the galatic drama is going to be complex #ao3 author #ao3 #tfp #transformers prime #aligned continuity #once upon a time

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aforrestofstuff · 2 years

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Forrest's Expert Chapter Reviews (166): The Super-Duper Crying in the Bathtub Special Edition!!

Murata released a chapter today. People died.

(BTW there are webcomic spoilers in here so read at your own risk. Thanks! Please enjoy. You're required to by law.)

I just want everyone to know this chapter came out at like 9am (Yeehaw Standard Time) this morning; I was just getting through my routine, sitting down for breakfast. I heard the Discord notification on my phone. I got excited, looking to read this delightful manga with my Frosted Flakes, then I open to this fucking shit on the first page and I put my spoon down and had to sit there for ten fucking minutes to fight these demons.

Hey dawg what the fuck haha

Okay sure, the adults can get a billion tumors in ten minutes and fall over and die but when it happens to the kids??? I dont like that!! I mean this in an affectionate "you broke my heart" sort of way, by the by. I like that the fandom-appointed dads were the first to drop down and help. I like that Zombieman canonically has stubby fucking hands. I like that we get this interaction between him and Isamu. It was painful to look at but I don't hate that it happened. Yep.

I'm gonna be real honest and admit my media illiteracy here, I thought the reason Saitama had a nosebleed in the last chapter was because Garou clocked his shit, and the reason Badd got his nosebleed was that, through a series of complex equations and reaches, Batarou is canon. However, none of those are true, and turns out they're all just getting super-duper radiation poisoning and I'm not sure Saitama's 3 years of working out made him immune to cancer but we'll see about that.

Side note: Badd is one of the only ones who felt the effects of the radiation before everyone else did. Badd also has "dynamic vision" and superb reflexes. You know that scene in Infinity War where, after the snap, Peter Parker can feel it long before he actually disappears due to his spider-sense? Where am I going with this.

Badd has spider sense babeyyy kachow !

Side side note: You know who else felt the effects of the radiation before Saitama and Badd? That's right baby!

"I can feel it in my skin" dawg that's the cancer LMAOOO

Side side side note: Now that we're on the topic of Zombieman (again), it makes sense that he's not immune to the radiation because it's probably killing his cells faster than he can regenerate. That, and he's fucking exhausted at this point. Still though... I'll bet he was the last one standing as all his coworkers collapsed around him. Reminds me of after-work parties at Applebee's haha kachow

I was right when I said Blast would come beat Garou's ass... but at what cost.

Also, I thought he'd bring the Justice League but I guess they've got better fucking shit to do??? Than fight GOD??? LITERAL GOD?? Okay.

Also Bang telling God to give Garou back haha this is not a tear falling down my cheek it's just... spinal fluid...

So, Garou is definitely not being 100% controlled by God but he is being influenced in some capacity, so I can see this kinda growing into an intense fear/trauma of being manipulated/controlled in post-arc Garou. Especially during the neo-heroes arc when Suiryu attempts to capture him.

When Garou sobers after being beaten by Saitama and he sees what he’s done, it’s a mixed bag of emotions. We know he isolates himself post-arc--he already is in the manga with Tareo because he thinks the closer he gets to those he cares for, the more he’ll hurt them. With that being said, will he self-isolate in the manga because he becomes scared of himself? With all his introspection and meditating under waterfalls, will he come to think that all he does is hurt those he cares about? Will he think he doesn’t deserve to love anyone? Find out next time on Forrest Learns How to Read!

I love the idea of Garou spiraling into a self-loathing cocoon because seeing him in pain brings me joy and--yes, he's one of my favorite characters. Why do you ask?

. ok

um. anyways.

haha cool

oh. he's holding Genos' heart. 👍

I'm on my knees praying for christ to strike me down right now.

Ok I'm done with this bit lmao I kinda wanted to build comedic suspense but I can't commit. I'm gonna write an essay on Genos' "death" now.

Really hard to believe he's actually dead and that's ONE's damn fault for faking us out at least twice before (Mumen Rider, Tanktop Master) so I'm not really feeling the suspense to this. ("durrrr but there's not gonna be suspense!! tHat'S wHaT sAiTaMA is FOr!!!" you Redditors are fucking dorks and I hate you.)

BUT. I could be wrong and if I am, feel free to send a dark web hitman my way and strike me down for good!

Regardless, if (when) Genos comes back, he's not gonna be the same. He shouldn't be the same because then what the fuck was all that for?? Anywho, I'm kinda feeling an amnesia storyline? Is he even going to remember this? Is he even going to--gasp--remember Saitama?

Half his fucking brain is gone. As far as we know, having his entire conscience saved to the cloud requires at LEAST 20$ of iCloud per month and we know Kuseno's cheap ass ain't gonna pay for that so, what's he gonna do? Make do, baby!

ONE loves his opposites, loves his narrative foils. Genos has been wanting to get closer to Saitama the entire manga and if the tables turn to Saitama wanting to get closer to Genos during his recovery, out of guilt, maybe, then I think that'll be really interesting. Genos and Garou have been mirroring each other in a lot of ways; I think they're going to have a similar "finding oneself" post-arc.

Either that or Genos is going to be like every upper-middle-class white guy's mystery Mercedes: perpetually "in the shop" until the end of time, dead but dreaming.

So, aside from that: Garou purposefully ripped Genos' heart out because he knew it would make Saitama get serious. Saitama then holds Genos' heart in one hand and beats Garou with the other........... Saigenos Fans please spare Batarou Nation some crumbs PLEASE we haven't eaten for WEEKS (good for you though).

In conclusion:

I should've never learned how to fucking read.

#opm #one punch man #saitama #saigenos #batarou #metal bat #garou #blast #silverfang #genos #mumen rider #zombieman #child emperor #sekingar #meta

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mf-means-matthew-fairchild · 11 months

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Stuck in love is officially one of the best movies I've ever watched. Ik the name sounds cheesy and like every other rom-com name ever but believe me it's so good. I think it was because of the great (really really great) actors and the mood-setting music. Genuinely a great watch. I personally related to it so much.

Samantha's commitment issues? Yep. Yes. I got that yk.

Just everything about it was...true. Real. I loved all the couples and God Rusty deserved so much better. I cried so hard during the car scene (iykyk). I could feel the emotions literally wafting off the screen. The acting was nothing short of phenomenal. And Louis's mother part was also very very good. (Like how is that possible? How do actors become the person they're portraying? It's so so beautiful.) Oh I love that they're writers too. The mother-daughter thing really really touched my heart because well I'm not the greatest child to my mother. All mothers deserve better. This one line really hit deep.

"She's all I've done with my life and she doesn't want me." -Erica says this.

Backstory: (spoiler alert) See, she left her hushband and married another man. And her daughter is angry with her cause her dad is suffering and still waiting for Erica to come back after 3 years. Yes, the man she married was the man she cheated on her hushband with while they were not yet divorced. You can see how that would've affected Samantha. See, I'm not saying Erica herself is a good person (she is though. It's compliacated. You've to watch the movie to understand) but she is a mother and really, if you watch it, you can see that she loves her children with all her heart. And Sam is ruthless. I related so so much with her cause I get angry really quick during arguments with my mother and say very harsh things. I realised that it hurts them a 100 times worse than we intended it to hurt. That's just how mothers feel. Their children are literally all they are (I'm exaggerating but you get the point). It feels like they're dying when you hurt them even in the slightest bit cause they're living for you. You're all there is. That's what I got from the movie anyways. And i know that it's the same case with my mother.

Me and my brother, We're both leaving her soon. I'm going away for college and my brother is a senior. So, yeah. It's bad yk? She constantly says "How am I going to be without you?". Everyday.

Now, Louis's mother part. When (spoiler) she died, I felt it hit me right in the face. I imagined how I would feel if my own mother died and let's just say I was sobbing. Like hard sobs with shoulders shaking. I realised how important she is to me and how she is a major part of who I am. She's everything. Nothing makes sense without her. I'm fully meaning every word I say. My mother's life is not the best. People are constantly pushing her down. She's a home-maker. It's not fair how people treat her (by people I mean my family ofc) She's dedicated her life for me and my brother. All of us, the whole family. I can't imagine a life like that. I would not survive.

I got real deep but it's something I had to get down in writing. Who knows maybe I'll show this to my mom someday. She'll be the happiest person on this earth when she reads this, I'm sure. Shower your mothers with love! That's all they need from you.

#stuck in love #movie #movie ramblings #rant #wynne is me #wille is me #me me me #wille spews shit #eat my shit #logan lerman #lily collins #nat wolff #stephen king #writers

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greenhikingboots · 9 months

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Ship Game. Answer with a GIF. No repeats. 1. First Ship I thought long and hard about it, and I think my first ship must have been Mulan and Li from Disney’s Mulan. The movie came out when I was just old enough to start thinking critically about movies, noticing what I liked and didn’t like. And I realized I really, really liked Mulan and Li as individual characters, but I didn’t like that we didn’t get to see them fall in love — just the spark of something starting at the end of the movie. I think it was the first time I daydreamed about different scenarios that could have played out between them, which is basically the foundation of fanfiction, right? So…. count it!

2. First OTP This has to be Draco and Hermione (Dramione) from Harry Potter. This is the ship that got me into reading fanfiction and actually engaging in fandom spaces. Unfinished fics still haunt my Google Docs, and I hope one day I’m going to come back to this ship and finish them. Basically, I love thinking about Draco’s possible redemption arc and I love that a relationship with Hermione helps explore and enhance it. Oh, and the angst!

3. Current Favorite Sydney and Carmen from The Bear. It took until the end of the most recent season for the appeal to sink in, and I’d like to see more positive moments between them before romantic feelings solidify. But I think they’ve got a great foundation. Plenty of conflict, sure, but relationship experts say the frequency of conflicts and the subject matter of conflicts aren’t what indicate success in relationships. It’s all about how conflicts are repaired. And I LOVE the way they do repairs together. So vulnerable. So willing to accept responsibility and try to change. Looking forward to their development in future seasons.

4. Shipped From the First Minute Josh and Donna from The West Wing. I watched this show way after it ended and found myself just wanting more and more of them. Like, they could have been the main characters instead of having an ensemble cast and I would have been perfectly content. Playful banter right off the bat. She keeps him in line. He’d be lost without her. They’re both smitten but dammit they work at the White House and that means they have to keep things professional. The pining! Do yourself a favor and go watch YouTube videos of just them. You won’t regret it.

5. Wish They’d Been Endgame I’m putting Jon and Sansa (Jonsa) here so that I have a sensible spot left for other ships. I do believe they’ll be endgame in the books, if we ever get them, so this answer is for Game of Thrones specifically. We’ve all read, reblogged, and probably written a few of our own posts about how many different ways the show went sideways. I have nothing new to say here and to recap previous thoughts would take way too many paragraphs. Jon, Sansa, and the Stark legacy all deserved so much better. That’s the short of it.

6. Wish They’d Been Canon As some other answers hint at, I typically empathize with writers’ choices even if they don’t fit my personal preference. So it was hard to think of a couple that wasn’t canon but I truly thought should have been from a cohesive narrative perspective. Maybe Caleb and Maeve from Westworld? This show went more and more off the rails with each season, so a lot more than ship dynamics would have to change to redeem it in my opinion. And I definitely wouldn’t want Caleb to have been unfaithful to his wife. But they showed us such a stronger bond between him and his daughter and between him and Maeve compared to him and his wife that, like…. maybe his wife shouldn’t have even been a character? Write her out completely, as early as possible? And then that strong partnership between Caleb and Maeve could have been something even more? Yep, that would have been better.

7. You Like But Most of Fandom Hates Do people *hate* Jacob and Bella (Jella) from Twilight? I don’t know, but I like it 100 times more than Bella and Edward, and I think that’s probably pretty uncommon. Actually, in my college public speaking class, we had an assignment where we had to have a partner and write persuasive speeches from opposing views. And I was like, “Who wants to be my partner and have fun with this by debating Twilight ships?” I compared Jella against serious research about successful relationships and ACED IT. My instructor liked my speech so much she asked me to give it a second time to another class she taught while she recorded it. I would pay money to be able to track down a copy of that. A+ work.

8. Don’t Even Watch But Ship Them Anyway Eddie and Chrissy (HellCheer) from Stranger Things. Opposites attract? Grumpy sunshine appearing but maybe not really? Outcast boy and popular girl? A ship name that isn’t about their names? DOOMED BY THE NARRATIVE? What’s not to love, you know? Plus, this ship’s fans make amazing art! And if I remember correctly, it loosely inspired a Jonsa AU fic I really enjoyed, lounge act.

9. Wish They’d Had a Different Storyline Stefan and Caroline (Steroline) from the Vampire Diaries. I’ve only dabbled in this fandom, but it seems like Klaus and Caroline (Klaroline) is a much more popular ship. They had great chemistry, so I get the appeal. But the surface-level unrequited crush to reluctant mentor/mentee to genuine friends to platonic soulmates to lovers slow burn of Steroline is just chef's kiss. But then — spoiler alert — right after they get married, Stefan sacrifices himself so his brother and ex-girlfriend can be together? From a writer’s perspective, I get that ending. Full circle, brotherly love, blah blah blah. But I liked Stefan and Caroline so much more than Damon and Elena and would have rather seen the former couple get the happy ending.

10. Favorite that was Endgame Coach Eric Taylor and his wife Tami Taylor from Friday Night Lights. Do they count? They were together the entire series and had few serious marital conflicts. So there was never any threat of being something other than endgame. But I’m picking them anyway. I love their classic bickering like an old married couple and the way they still lust for each other after so many years. And I love, love, love that the series finale ended with them making a move that was more for her career than his. Relationship goals.

#ship game #dramione #jonsa #jella #carmen x sydney #josh x donna #coach x tami #maeve x caleb #steroline #mulan #hellcheer

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