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themakeupbrush · 2 years
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Lily James at the 2022 Emmy Awards
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Most women your age are getting married and starting their families and you've never even had a bf 🤡 it's so over for you better get used to coping with ur crippling loneliness with maladaptive daydreaming, yandere asmr videos, drugs and self-insert fanfic because that's all you'll ever have now. Your youth is gone and you're still fat af even after you lost weight (probably gained it all back by now lmao). You could have made something of urself whem you were 20 by losing weight and going to college but instead you laid around and wasted all of your youth and now it's too late. No man will ever want to deal with your baggage of being poor, old, unwanted, uneducated (lmao how do I have more education than you and I'm 10 years younger? dumbass doesnt even have her GED), cringey age-inappropriate hobbies, mentally ill and not even having the decency to go to therapy and take meds, fat, ugly face, loser and loner with no irl friends, crazy family, looking old for your age, whored yourself out on a sugar daddy website, rotten teeth due to your own laziness, thinning frizzy hair and gross bulky glasses, drug addicted alcoholic who's probably going to be homeless for the majority of her life, mean person attacking minor aged rape victims like jesus christ you're so fucking worthless SO many red flags so much baggage no-one will ever want to deal with that. You don't even know how worthless you are
You know, every time you send me a message like this, I think of the person from your friend group who came forward a while back. You know, the one you don't like to acknowledge tried to apologize on your behalf. Anyways, every time you insult my appearance I just think of what your friend said
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So i get it sweetie, youre mad at mommy and daddy and you're lashing out. That's why half the time you're repeating things i previously said back to me and parroting shallow insults with a very small vocabulary. The second i call you fatherless, you call me fatherless. I use thw word maladaptive and, suddenly you know that word too and juat HAVE to use it as well. I get it. Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery
You're honestly just making yourself look so pitiable. You realize you've already painted yourself as such a dumb jackass that every single time you do this I basically just laugh and ignore you, and then people who know me and are friends or WANT TO be friends with me see how you treat me publicly and they all say "yeah wow who's this absolutely demonic little cunt acting like this without any reason". Like. What is the end goal here. Making yourself look as petty and stupid as possible. Meanwhile, what did someone else in your friend group say? The ones you lied to? Including Callie, the actual victim whose trauma you're basically trying to appropriate for yourself
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Anyways yeah I just wanted to like show you the actual screenshots of the conversation I had with your friend back in June, which also to everyone else, yeah June, that's when she lied to her own friends and said she would stop doing this. She lied to her friends because all of them told her this was making them massively uncomfortable, so now she's. Being an internet troll in secret behind their backs 😂 they were going to tattle on you to your mom so you lied so they wouldn't check tumblr anymore because you're such a weird angry little freak that this has become a hobby for you
I'm sad? I'M sad? I don't even know your fucking name meanwhile you've scrolled through all of my blogs repeatedly for months cataloging details about me for the sheer purpose of trying to poorly insult me.
Like genuinely 90% of the reason I'm answering this is to basically wave a flag saying "hey everyone if you've ever seen or received weird asks of photoshopped porn of me or pictures of my actual family taken from their facebooks or saw the transphobic racist fake dating profile she made with one of my selfies or you ever received a bitch lasagna or Zalgo text, it was this cringey little lolcow right here"
But I also wanted to show you screenshot proof that you make your own friends super uncomfortable and that they started talking about your personal business to defend me over you. So. Yeah I guess that stings huh?
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juiceinpanties · 1 year
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10 Things You Hate About Eddie Munson
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Pairing: Eddie Munson/afab!reader
Rating(s): Chapter: PG; Fic: E
Tags: eventual smut, penetrative sex, oral sex (both m and f receiving), fingering, subbie!Eddie, masturbation (m and f), fake dating, van sex, secret relationship, antagonistic relationship to friendship to lovers, casual sex, not-so-casual sex, phone sex
Summary: Your best friend, Nancy Wheeler, is absolutely dying to date Steve Harrington, but her parents have the weirdest rule: Nancy can't date until her friends (e.g., you) do. Nancy begs you to date someone, anyone, and eventually you agree. Meanwhile Steve offers to pay Eddie "the freak" Munson to ask you out. What could possibly go wrong??
Notes: This is, quite obviously, a 10 Things I Hate About You au, with a slight twist. Throw in some fake dating, a 90s setting, and here we are. Thanks to @tonybourdain​ for dragging me in and continuing to enable me.
Please note the tags. This chapter is rated PG, but future parts will be smutty!
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part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4
Senior year. You’ve almost made it, you’re almost OUT! You and your best friend, Nancy Wheeler, have spent the last 4 years planning for college and your escape from Hawkins, and now it’s just 9 short months away. You’re practically counting the days.
“I’m just saying,” Nancy says as she bites into a carrot stick. “One or two dates. It wouldn’t hurt either of us. Don’t you want to date before you go to college?”
“I have dated,” you say with a frown. “It wasn’t for me.”
She rolls her eyes. “Hooking up with a few guys at a few different parties is hardly dating,” she says. She leans in closer, lowering her voice so none of the cafeteria busybodies will overhear. “You know I love you and all your convictions, but my parents won’t let me date until you do, and I really. Really. Want to go out with Steve. Just once! Please?”
You huff and drum your fingers against the table. You aren’t 100% sure about Steve, but Nancy tends to be a good judge of character, so if she likes him...
“Fine!!” you say. Nancy beams and claps her hands in delight. You hold up a hand to quell her enthusiasm. “But I’m not going out with one of Steve’s idiot jock buddies. Find me someone interesting.”
Nancy stares at you. “Sweetie, no offense, but...what the hell does that mean?”
“I mean, like, I don’t know. Someone not like Steve. Think of Steve, then go the opposite direction.”
Her face twists in thought. “I’ll talk to Steve.”
“Do that,” you say, grabbing your tray. “In the meantime I have chem.” You walk away, confident that they won’t find anyone. Steve’s friend circle is small, and it’s almost exclusively jocks—except, strangely, for Robin Buckley; that’s not a pair you ever would’ve pictured. You’re sure they won’t find anyone who meets your criteria. The peace and quiet of your senior year will remain undisturbed.
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Eddie Munson has probably spoken 2 words to Steve Harrington in his entire life, yet now he’s nearly positive Steve is waving...at him. And heading...his way. Eddie glances over his shoulder, but the coast is clear. Just him. And Steve. Making a beeline right for him.
That can’t be good.
“Hey! Munson! You got a sec?!”
Steve Harrington knows his name? That really can’t be good. Eddie shifts his notebook from one arm to the other and shrugs a little. “Kinda on my way somewhere.”
“Right, yeah, your Hellfire thing. Dustin Henderson and Mike Wheeler are in that, right?”
Now Eddie is thoroughly nonplussed. Even more than he was before. “Yeah,” he says. “Is that a problem?”
“Nah, man, not at all!” Steve runs a hand through his ridiculous hair and grins. “They’re kinda friends of mine. I mean, Dustin is. Sorta. And Mike’s his buddy, so...” Steve swallows and glances around. “Okay, look, this is kinda weird, but...you know Mike’s older sister, Nancy?”
“Uh huhh,” Eddie says, drawing the syllable out in suspicion. He starts toward the media room, hoping Steve’ll get the hint, but he just falls in next to him.
“Nancy’s cool. Really, really cool. And smart. Probably too good for a schlub like me,” Steve says, which makes Eddie snort.
“False humility ain’t your look, man.”
Steve peers at him, but then blinks it away. “Anyway, I really wanna ask her out, but her parents have this weird rule...” He explains the Wheelers’ bizarre and frankly antiquated rule that their precious daughter can’t date until her friends do—one friend in particular. You.
“Do you think maybe you could ask her out? She agreed to go out with someone so Nancy and I could date, but she requested someone, uh.” Steve clears his throat. They’re at the media room by now, and he stops. Shoves his hands in his pockets. “Someone...weird? Uh. Not at all like me, were her words.”
Eddie snorts. Is this a joke? He’s seen Carrie like 50 times and he has no intention of being the sad girl covered in pigs’ blood; especially since he doesn’t have any psychic powers to get his awesome, fiery revenge.
“You’re fuckin’ with me, right?” he says. “I might be stoned, but I’m not stupid. No way a friend of Nancy Wheeler’s would go out with Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson.”
Steve shifts his weight from one foot to the other. He told Nancy this was a bad idea. “Look, man, I swear I’m being straight with you. She’s cool, okay? A little bit touchy and, like, grumpy? I guess? But cool. She’s into that Dungeons and Dragons stuff too. You can ask her to join Hellfire! She’d probably say yes.”
He gives Eddie big, hopeful puppy eyes, and as much as Eddie wants to tell him to fuck off, some part of him can’t. He’s noticed you around school; he has eyes. You’re cute and definitely smart and probably way out of his league...but fuck it. It’s not like his stock could plummet much further, and if you really are into D&D, it’d be cool to have a girl in the club.
“Yeah, fine, whatever. Not gonna promise anything, but I’ll talk to her. If she wants to join Hellfire, fine. If not, you’re on your own. Find another patsy. Got it?”
“Yes! Thank you! You’re a lifesaver!” He slaps Eddie’s shoulder. “I promise you won’t regret it! I can even pay for your date. Just lemme know where you’re gonna take her. I’ll throw in a little extra for your trouble.”
Pay him. To date a cute girl. There are worse ways to make money. “Cool. I’ll see if I can talk to her tomorrow.” He pauses and studies Steve through narrowed eyes. “If you’re fuckin’ with me--”
“Swear I’m not!”
“Fine. But if I get kicked in the nuts I’m comin’ after you.”
“Fair enough. Thanks, Munson. Really.” Steve grins again and practically skips away.
Eddie glowers after him. Possibly he just made a huge mistake, but, again, what the hell? Maybe he’ll get a chance to chat up a cute girl; maybe he’ll get kicked in the nuts. Either way it’ll be something to do.
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The next day during lunch you’re minding your own business attempting to catch up on the reading for AP English. Nancy is off canoodling somewhere with Steve (or so you suspect), so you’re on your own. Just you and Hamlet.
Hamlet’s hitting existential crisis number 582 (give or take) when you sense someone hovering over your shoulder. You glance back and your eyes narrow when you see Eddie Munson.
He offers a wave and a little smile. “Hi,” he says. “Hey. Um. I’m Eddie.”
“I know who you are.”
“Great! That’s great.” He takes the seat next to you, uninvited, and peeks again at your book. “Hamlet, huh? That’s the guy who banged his mom, right?”
Your mouth quirks. “In some interpretations, sure. But I think you’re thinking of Oedipus Rex.”
“Oedipus! Right. The riddle guy who banged his mom. Yeah, Hamlet’s the one with the ghost dad.”
“Bingo.” You shut your book and set it neatly in front of you. “Can I help you with something?”
“Uh, yeah.” He drums his hands against the table, his rings catching the light, and offers you an awkward smile. “I hear you’re into D&D.”
“Wow. Word gets around about an interest I never talk about or have a chance to indulge in.”
He blinks, then his grin turns sheepish. “Yeah, well. I think Mike Wheeler mentioned it? You’re friends with his sister, right? He’s in my club.” He smooths his shirt. “Hellfire Club.”
“So I’ve heard,” you say, mildly. “Are you selling candy bars or something?”
“Huh? Oh. Ha. No. We’re looking for an extra member for our next campaign. Someone with some experience.”
You eye him a moment. “You know, I tried to join your club freshman year. The guy in charge at the time told me girls didn’t play D&D.”
“He said what?!” He scowls and tugs at a lock of his hair. “Shit. Fuck that. We’re under new management now, and everyone’s welcome. So you in, or...?”
You grab your backpack and slip your book into it. “Listen, Eddie...I don’t know what this is about, but I’m a little busy these days, so I don’t really have time to—”
“Steve Harrington said I should ask you out!” he blurts as you get up to leave.
You freeze a moment before dropping back down into your seat. “You?”
“Yep, me. Sorry, not exactly the Dating Game lottery, huh?”
“Oh, shut up,” you say, rolling your eyes. “You’re fine. Just--well. I did say someone different.” You sigh and shake your head. “Fine. When and where?”
He stares. “The club?”
“No.” You wave a hand. “The date. You are interested in the date, right?”
“Oh!” he says. “The date! Yeah, sure, good. Is it like a double thing with Steve and Nancy, or...?”
This poor boy seems completely out of his element, and he’s kinda cute in a puppy, Muppet sort of way. You take pity on him. “There’s a party this weekend at Sharon Mooney’s. Pick me up at 8.” You scribble your address and the date on a piece of paper and pass it to him. “Don’t be late.”
“A party?!” Steve didn’t say a word about parties. He did NOT sign up for parties! He looks up at you, your brows lifted in a question, and after a moment he gives a resigned nod. “Eight,” he says. “I’ll be there.”
“Great,” you say. You stand up again, so that he’s having to look up at you. “This is strictly for show. No kissing, no touching, no bullshit. We’ll go, have a few drinks, mingle, leave. Got it?”
He blows out a breath and flashes a double thumbs up. “Got it, boss. See you then.”
You give him a brief pat on the head as you go by. “Good boy,” you say, and you don’t see his confused, slightly intrigued expression as you walk away.
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see-arcane · 2 years
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Ohhhh, so much to cover in this entry, here we go.
-  First and foremost (to me), vindication for my favorite Victorian solicitor man! It was the doubt of his own senses that was messing with him, not just the Dracula trauma itself. Mina may be more forgiving of that liminal line between ‘Am I Mad? VS ‘Was It All Real?’—she accepts that whatever happened, something traumatic occurred and it was powerful enough to deal a heavy blow to her loved one—but Jonathan was gutting himself over and over and over due to the fact that he did not know which to believe. It left him with the worst of both options rather than allowing his mind to settle; so, now knowing the Count and his supernatural menace are reality, he’s no longer floundering. His mind and sanity are locked in: Your nightmare was fact. = Dracula is fact. = It’s time to fuck up Dracula.
-  Oh, physiognomy. One of those fun old pseudosciences that declares skeletal/skull structure somehow translates to mapping your personality and intellect. Hence Jonathan and other characters’ weird fixations on the minutiae of facial composition and expression. Writers of the time were notably in love with the idea as a quick way to 1) drop in a character’s physical description to get it out of the way and 2) foreshadow that character’s whole deal by what seemed (at the time) to be a reliable visual cue.* (*Or, you know. Just assigning traits to a person willy-nilly due to [INSERT BIASES AGAINST X GROUP HERE]. “This person has Bad Person-face! This one has Good Person-face!” You get it.)
- Van Helsing: “Your wife is amazing! A true 10/10 of a woman!”
Jonathan: “She is a 20, but go on.”
-  Van Helsing is once again filling in a recently-vacated paternal role for yet another young person. First Art loses his dad, then Jonathan loses his father figure. Also once again, filling in a niche that appears to be the Un-Dracula; having such powerful Good Vibes that this young ensemble cast is falling over themselves to join his cause and be his grateful, heroic ducklings. I’ve mentioned this before—Abraham Van Helsing is 110% of a heroic bent among likewise valorous youths. He’s an oddball, but he’s also willingly throwing himself into paranormal peril to help others and putting Knowledge is Power to benevolent use versus Dracula’s longstanding abuse of others’ ignorance.
All of that said, my 21st century sensibilities still mark out these gushing interactions—and future interactions which will be…A Lot—as distinctly weird. It’s theatrical to the point of seeming absurd, and feeling, at best, like Bramward Stoker is abusing his authorial powers to make his characters swoon and applaud and give weeping thanks/adulation to his character insert (who is named after him, no big deal). Which is a straightforward enough reason for the behavior.
…But, because I’m me, and because of [REDACTED] scenes coming up much later in the book, I can’t help picturing Van Helsing as exercising just a smidge of hypnotic influence/cues to make things glide by a little smoother with all these young people. If only because it would also be in line with paralleling Dracula. Not done out of malice, perhaps not even done consciously, but adults, young and respectful and Victorian though they are, simply Do Not Act Like This towards random kooky strangers entering their lives, no matter how nice and helpful they are.*
*Even with Hawkins still raw in his memory, I especially don’t see Jonathan being so immediately 100% on board with Professor Eccentric Old Occult-Intelligent Man (Let’s keep those Dracula flashbacks at bay! Deep breaths, Harker!). 90%, maybe. Even 99%. But certain [REDACTED] scenes-to-be will show he’s probably the only one out of Team Fuck-Up-That-Vampire who shows any kind of true dissent against Van Helsing. Because if anybody knows the risks that come with being led around by the nose, (for good or ill) it’s him.
- Jack Seward is having Quite a Fucking Grieving Period :) :) :)
- Jack: Hey, so, what are we going to do about this unconscious kid we found?
Van Helsing: Well, the right and sensible thing to do is approach the police and give a detailed explanation as to the hows and whys of us being in the graveyard at night.
Jack: Really?
Van Helsing, already ditching the kid at a street corner: Ha ha, fuck no
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I never pass up an opportunity to show off my two stinkers. This is Rowdy. He’s just a little man. His only passion in life is getting comfy and eating corn on the cob. I taught him how to sit and shake hands in one evening because he’s so easily food motivated but it back fired because now anytime he see you with any food in your hands he’ll come sit right in front of you and keep raising his paw to shake higher and higher the longer you don’t let him have the thing. 10/10 the most innocent being to ever live. We’re convinced he only understands Swedish. Everyone who sees him always says he’s so handsome and elegant looking but he’s actually composed of 90% just weird gurgly noises and he will walk right up to you and sneeze in your face…
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And this is Ridley. She’s a rat. Got her from West Virginia. Former street cat turned professional housecat bully. Her favorite activities include chasing Rowdy into a corner and then rolly pollying in front of his cowering frame to taunt him, and walking around the house with her little green mouse while yelling at the top of her lungs. She’s half the size of Rowdy and has remained kitten sized her whole life to the point where, combined with her sewer rat tendencies, makes us think the people at the shelter may have duped us into taking home vermin. A real Stuart little situation going on. Has mastered the look of judgement. (Also was a pregnant mom cat when they trapped her so please enjoy this photo of her with her babies)
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Bonus cat: Biscuit. She’s the feral cat in our new house who’s in love with Rowdy and will not leave our back deck. Stares into our house 24/7 and leaves the glass all smuggled from pressing her noses up against it every time she sees Rowdy. Refuses to come inside the house. Just wants to sit on the deck and look longing into the house. Has been seen sitting side by side with the raccoons who live under our deck. An old lady who I want to put into a nice cat retirement community (aka our home lol)
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Excuse me I adore them!!! Rowdy is indeed very handsome and distinguished. He would look so good in a lil bow tie. I’m sobbing at that picture of him in a sweater.
And Ridley’s eyes!!! Absolutely gorgeous. She’s like a rude little dumpling! Her pink collar is also everything to me, matches her fur perfectly.
And poor biscuit. She’s just a girl in love!!! And she’s so little and sad looking?? Agh my heart, I can’t take it!!
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fixtionvixen · 5 months
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As a girl of the 90s, a lot of my favorite movies have never had the endings adult me craves. The 30 years later view where everyone is still together and the dogs still alive and we all are stupid happy. Watching Casper the other night led me down a path, wishing we could have the scene we all wanted. Casper as an adult, alive and well, with Kat in the big mansion and content to live out their days! I don't know that we will get there (or even if we did in some weird sequel I'm oblivious about existing) so I decided to do it myself. Happy Halloween you ghosts with the most!
Looking out across the dark sea of trees, Kat Harvey feels her bones ache. With fatigue, with the cold weather, with nostalgia and sadness. The mansion that her and her father moved into almost 30 years ago was still standing, just as she had left it when she went to college. Nothing really changed with it, the cobwebs still clung to the tall corners, it still smelled like earth and time, and the pictures hanging on the walls still boasted faces only the ghosts inside had seen.
Her father, James, still visited from time to time, smiling oddly at sections of the house where a part of their lives became a memory for him to look over later, playing out in his memory like a movie. Kat would look as well, expecting the scene to be real in front of her, almost real enough to touch. But after that night, 28 years ago today, she knew better than to believe anything stayed real for long. She still walks through the entryway and looks up, picturing her first kiss with him. The way the room fell away and her heart shimmered like snow on a sunny day. Her teenage heart was not prepared for the wrenching of emotions and the shocks of that day, to find out her dad was dead and brought back and the ghost she was slowly developing a crush on to become flesh. But November 1st, she woke with a quick rush, throwing her blankets aside and rushing out to the hall, only to find the mansion empty and hollow.
Searching room after room, it seemed the only things left in the house were... still living. No uncles. No laughter. No antics. Just creaky boards and rattling window glass. For years following, every halloween her and dad would dig out candles, bring out ouiji boards, do everything in their power to connect to the other side, to find their friends and ask what happened. Did they find what they needed to cross? Did they just leave and go someplace else? It's answers that never found a resolution and only left them with melted wax and a sad sense of abandonment.
So they did what they'd always done. James stayed there, leaving to chase down ghosts and dreams but always returning to the haunted mansion where Kat stayed, dreaming of a blonde haired boy who swept her off her feet. The older she got, the more in depth those dreams became. What was a dance and a kiss became a drawn out daydream where he came back, not as a ghost, but as a grown man. Where they could spend their time as they wanted, making her teenage heart sing and her young adult feelings something more tangible, something she could grab hold of. But she knew, these were only the desperate wishes of a lonely girl, who's best friend was a ghost until he was gone.
Sighing, she turns away from the window where she let her thoughts run free within the past, only to turn back as the flash of lights cut through the sky and into the window, startling her with their shine. She watches as a lone car, looking to be older than her, turns up the winding road to the mansion, sinking into the pot holes they've filled repeatedly and aways return, until it rumbles to a stop at her front steps, running idly as the driver sits unmoving from the car. She moves from the window, heading to the staircase, ears straining always to hear the slight giggles of her friendly ghost but only hearing her breaths as she hurries down the stairs to the door. Taking a few deep breaths upon reaching the doors, she prepares for everyone it could be. A lost traveler looking for directions. A murderer out to kill the lonely lady in the mansion. A friend from her school who knows she's back and decided to drive out to say hello. A client looking to see if she's followed in her father's footsteps (she has, somewhat, as a Professor of History that specializes in the Occult). But ghost stalking was for her father. Which is why it feels odd that as the car turns off on the other side of the doors and a car door shuts, the house seems to let out a sigh of contentment. As if the other side was relieved somehow.
With that weird feeling pushed aside, she swings open the door, greeting whoever is on the other side with a swift leave and never come back look, only to have the breath stolen from her lungs and her face to sink into utter shock. The man standing before her, hand raised to knock and similar shock on his face, seemed to her a distant memory, someone's she's seen across a room and kept in her mind or a man she swiped across on a dating app. Only he seemed.... more familiar. More like someone she had met. His wind tousled blonde locks fall across his face, cutting paths through the searing blue eyes staring into her brown ones. His appearance seemed relaxed, but the squint of his eyes and the tense stretch of his shoulders hunched forward as if against the cold portrayed a deeper reason he was on her doorstep.
Before she could open her mouth to ask for an answer, he stepped into the frame out of the cold, looking past her into the house and muttering to himself. Shocked, she swings the door into him, closing it almost onto his nose but leaving it cracked for them to converse.
"Who are you and why are you here?"
He squints at her, clearly debating what route to go, barge in and murder her or convince her nice side to let him in out of the elements. Deciding on the second, she assumes, he steps back with his hands raised and begins his explanation with the statement, "Hi. I'm Jasper... You'll think I'm crazy...."
She huffs out a laugh, the words on the tip of her tongue that she befriended a ghost and crazy is a relative term, when he finishes his sentence saying, "..... but I think I died here."
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The candle light flickers against the wall, complimenting the crackle of the fireplace in the study. Kats gaze does not waver from his pacing figure cutting across the rug with determined steps, as if being in motion will keep the questions at bay. After a brief battle of wills at the door, she had let him in and he hoped she wasn't planning to murder him for making one odd move that she isnt anticipating. She sighs, crossing her legs and trying to look like the authority figure she can be in front of a class, only this times she's not in a skirt and Oxfords but in holey sweatpants and house slippers complete with bunny ears and a missing eye. He hesitates, brain flying at a speed he cannot himself stop, knowing she is at the end of her patience with what must be a mad man in her house. A house he can all to clearly remember being a part of. Somehow saying that out loud will make it all the more real. But he is here now. He's made the choice to follow his inner thoughts and see where they lead. He just never thought that they'd lead him to her, messy hair that he wants to touch or the dainty, too polite smile on her face he can almost taste, and the visions of white dresses and dancing with her that seem to fill his vision.
As she braces her hands on the arm of the chair, prepared to launch herself forward to demand answers, he abruptly stops his pacing, eyes staring at the photos along the mantle. "The man in these photos, it's your father yes? A doctor of sorts... the commercials seem ages ago but I recall being as entranced then by his face as I find myself now." He turns to face her, sadly smiling at the tense way she holds herself on the couch, as if bracing for his insanity to peak and he launch himself at her.
He slowly makes his way towards the chair near her, not wanting to startle but ease her mind. He sits relaxed, staring into the flames, ready to begin his thoughts.
"I mentioned before that you'll think me crazy. And you just might. But I again implore you to hear me out. Let me purge myself of these memories and only once I'm done do I ask that then you decide what my problem is." He notices the curve of her mouth from the corner of his eye, glancing over to see it disappear and her to nod in his direction, giving him leeway to begin. He sighs, looking back into the flames, and sums up the last 30 years in as little words as he can.
"When I was a boy, my parents were never really home. We grew up a middle class, both parents working, always just enough to get by but never enough to be comfortable. But one summer, they took me to see a baseball game, the Brooklyn Dodgers. Now I was a kid, so the fact that there was $1 hot dogs was more interesting to me than the game. But we sat and ate and the sun seemed to make every blade of grass shiny. And two rows down sat a man with a jersey on that said Snyder. And to this day, my parents don't know how or where or why, but I was immediately upset that someone, somewhere, had my treasure. They consoled me, they tried talking to me, anything to figure out what I was wailing about. We had to leave the game I was so distraught. I cried myself to sleep in the back of the car, waking up later after dreaming of it. No pirate booty or piles of gold were my treasure. No. I was adamant I owned an autographed baseball signed by Duke Snyder from the Brooklyn Dodgers. It's all I talked about for days. I can still feel the joy of getting that ball for Christmas! But then I remember hiding it, taking care to put my ball and mitt in a chest so I could make sure no one could take my treasure.
After that, other things came back to me. The feeling of my lungs tightening late at night, every winter when the temperatures sunk below freezing. My hesitancy in participating in snow day activities, no matter how my friends begged or my parents pleaded for me to just get outside. Then I remembered people I no longer was around. Parents that didn't look like mine and a father who seemed always stressed and working. Uncles that were rough and loud and always nearby. A nice man who brought his daughter who became my friend. But then it all stops. I don't know anything of after. I've spent years researching and going to hypnosis and digging through archives, hell I even went to see a psychic to figure this out. And all things point to a very strong soul in reincarnation.
Which, as a Professor, I'm sure you can hear how ridiculous this all sounds. And I agree! I could almost convince myself I was going insane. Some childhood trauma I repressed had led me to having memories that were not my own. To having personality tendencies that felt like my own yet they were not. I fought it, I ignored it, until I finally just gave in. And upon doing that, it was as if I gave the universe the go ahead to lead me where it wanted. Outside of Tennessee, I found a psychic who could read past lives. Never one to believe but willing to follow my gut feeling, I went to her and was immediately overcome by this feeling of... happiness. She opened the door and immediately smiled, nodding to the center of my chest and saying, 'your soul is on a long journey isn't it.' She brought me in and explained her theory, reincarnation, and how my soul was given an opportunity to cross over many years ago but did not take it. And upon doing a great deed, was given the opportunity again but with a promise... that he'd be reunited with his friend one day. And that journey, well, it led me here."
He looks over at her, never brave enough the entire story to do so, only to find her face tear streaked and her body relaxed back into the chair, eyes watery and lips smiling, staring back at him as if she had only been waiting for this moment, for him to end the story and finally confess what the psychic told him months ago about the soul he keeps safe. He swallows thickly, gathering courage that she won't think him crazy or throw him out, and propels himself forward, out of the chair to squat beside her seat, leaning in close enough for his breath to tickle her hair and to smell her perfume. Her eyes go wide as she opens her mouth to ask the questions she has to have, when he shakes his head no to stop her. He takes a deep breath, relying on the advice of someone else to help him finally solve this puzzle, and says the last thing she told him, the phrase to help him find where he belongs. "Can I keep you?"
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pristina-nomine · 2 years
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Heathcliff and Hareton for the character ask meme? 💕
Ah, them!!! Let's start with Heathcliff, also asked by @the-golden-mango-of-discord
Favorite thing about them: his eloquence. I just love the way he uses language. Dude talks, talks and talks, either he's outpouring his feelings or masterfully manipulating someone. The whole novel could be his endless monologues and it would be fine with me.
Least favorite thing about them: as a character he's flawless, so I'll go with: his treatment of Isabella. The same could be said about his behaviour to Linton, but that we don't know what he has actually done to her makes it all the more disturbing.
Favorite line: "I love my murderer, but yours, how can I"!!! Criminally underrated line. Also all his speeches before his death are the best of the best.
brOTP: I love his dynamic with Nelly: they're pseudo-siblings, companions of servitude, master and servant, she's his confidante and the only person besides Hareton he wants at his grave. There is this weird respect between them that borders on affection, it's moving to me. I'll also add Hareton, but I'm not sure I'd call that a brotp?
OTP: Catherine. Heresy to answer anyone else.
nOTP: Isabella because ew. I'm looking at you 2009 miniseries writers.
Random headcanon: not sure if this goes againist the novel, but that actually he's not that rich when he comes back. He spent almost all his money on a fancy suit to look rich and his ability at playing cards and manipulating plus Hindley being a wreck did the rest.
Unpopular opinion: he's a really funny character. As in, I laugh out loud at his weird jokes. My sense of humor is broken.
Song i associate with them: a whole lot, my WH playlist was 90% Heathcliff songs at first aha. But I'll go with Young Man in America by Anaïs Mitchell (which is about usamerican individualism, I guess, but it's uncanny how well it fits with him)
Favorite picture of them: this still of Ken Hutchison from the 1978 series (not the best Heathcliff by any means, but he basically has the exact same nose and face shape I picture him with)
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Bonus: this publicity pic of Solomon Glave from the 2011 movie; him covering his eyes really strikes me for some reason?
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On with my beloved lad!
Favorite thing about them: I'm obsessed with the whole thing of him being the son of Hindley who looks like Catherine who was brought up to be like Heathcliff; that he's completely unaware of his own symbolic importance makes it even more fascinating.
Least favorite thing about them: how he kinda "gets a pass" at the ending? Like, Cathy 2 ask for his forgiveness, which is fair and valid, but he never does the same for her, and it really feels like something's missing to me
Favorite line: this is tricky, poor boy barely even talks. I'll go with his one (1) moment of introspection, when he tells Cathy how he doesn’t want her friendship, because he knows she’ll be ashamed of him (can’t find the exact quote now). I love how just a few lines clearly convey his pride, sense of inferiority and fear of giving his trust to someone.
brOTP: as I said, I won’t really call his relationship with Heathcliff a brotp, but it's objectively the most interesting dynamic he's a part of. The lines between manipulation and true affection are blurred, it’s disturbing and heartbreaking, and also incomprehensibly underrated.
OTP: Cathy 2, obviously! I love how they instantly get along, but then their pride and prejudices (aha) ensue and every interaction between them is complete and utter distress until they it rock bottom, and then almost miracoulously manage to get themselves out of the mud. I love that they clinge to each other when there's literally no one else left, like the survivors of a shipwreck. There was this essay I read which described their falling in love as 'mutual and agonized'; of course we're not on Heathcliff and Catherine levels, but there is still a kind of anguish to them, imho
nOTP: ...is there even anyone to notp-y him with
Random headcanon: that he's very knowledgeable about local folkore (source: Cathy 2, when he shows her around)
Unpopular opinion: (this is going to sound so pretentious, help) that his reputation of 'the only nice character in Wuthering Heights' is a bit…reductive? I mean, he is! He is a good person! But the thing is: any other novel would have made him a saint, Wuthering Heights does not. As a child he'd still be a little angel despite the appaling conditions he lives in, as an adult he'd immediately side with Cathy and disown Heathcliff. But in real life there's no way anyone could come out from such a childood unscathed, and I love that Emily Bronte doesn't shy away from that. His being a kind soul it’s clear from little snippets here and there, but an early childhood ridden with violence and an education specifically designed to make him a brute had their effects on him; it’s an extremely nuanced characterization and it’s a pity to overlook it.
Song i associate with them: Dyin Day by Anaïs Mitchell (yes, her again). It's a retelling of the Abraham and Isaac story, and I actually refer it to all the three second generation kids, but the general feeling of quiet acceptance on behalf of the child character makes me think especially of Hareton
Favorite picture of them: this still of David Wilkinson in the 1978 series; awful quality but i love the inscription on the door plus him literally getting out of the shadows (that's kinda the whole deal with him, and I like that this series uses this image a lot)
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Bonus: this illustration of him and Cathy by Emilien Dufour, I assume from Lockwood’s pov. Strong ‘you’ve come into the wrong neighborhood’ vibes
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movedtodykedvonte · 1 year
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Started reading your fiction the other day (because like you I too gave been consumed by the silly little puppet man) and I just gotta say... 1, loving it. It pulls at my heartstrings in just the right way. However 2, I keep envisioning your Addisons looking like mine (that don't even have set names yet. I'm waiting on some polls)
I know the shouldn't look like mine (or not exactly. All of us are just interpreting the same 4 sprites anyway so like...) but like, rn I'm reading chapter 7 and I keep on seeing Audi looking like Cache/Survey (the two names being considered for my orange Addison). I know he shouldn't, however its driving me insane. So my question is, do you have any drawings or your Addisons? Maybe just some detailled descriptions? All I know is they have fur/fluff. The main thing with this is the clothing/hair. Cache/Survey has like, a bit more of a feminine look (even though they use all pronouns) and has a headband and wears like a vest like think over her dark shirt.
Idk. This is probably really silly but thought I'd ask. Anyways, back to reading.
I do sorta…It’s just vague outlines I did for body shapes and tid bits if they were humans but the body shape still applies to the ads, tho they would have the typical ad nose. Then art of Audi by @genderqueer-spamton which is pretty accurate on clothing range (still before bodies/other features are determined) (Link) (link)
In general I see both Audi and Banner as somewhat androgynous in physical appearance, style wise Banner dressing in a more neutral and academic way and neutral overall while Audi is more rustic/retro and experimental shifting between masc and femme (mostly masc tho). Surv dresses like ur typical gym bro and like casual dude, think jeans or sweats and a shirt that could be styled to meet as uniform requirements. Vidie looks more feminine physically and dresses up but it fluxes between something strictly masculine or feminine, very much street wear and Y2K stuff, with a bit of punk thrown in. Spam’s just casual kinda like Surv but with a hint of 90s flare. I never really think to describe their outfits cause I imagine they change day to day as I picture their uniforms aren’t their only outfits.
Hair and stuff I suppose it would be in the general shape of the ads hair/ head shapes in game. Banner has more curly hair, a weird mix of a bob and a curly/bouncy wolf cut, some how professional. Surv is tricky in that it’s course but shaped like in canon, I can’t really decide or describe how I see it but it fits. Vidie has a high pony tail and has wavier/thicker hair, blunt or wispy bangs when it’s not down/specifically styled. In that case she goes for curtains. Audi has corset hair he accessorizes with clips and beads and wraps or hats or whatever. Generally it just keeps its hair looking nice but it’s a day by day case. Spam has his signature weird pompadour mullet that he does very little with, it’s just naturally easy to keep neat. Thick hair but in a helmet way. Hair types usually match to the way their fur lays/feels on their body.
As for stuff on the ads as a species in general i guess the fur works in the way where the volume varies for ads but it never like super long just dense. It fades a bit around their hands which are just skin/palm textured. It also feels more staticy to lightener than soft but biologically it’s supposed to appeal to some cute/comfort thing in customers so they buy more (think seeing a fluffy dog ig). It sorta goes flat on their faces/necks or stop/stocks at the chest like chest hair to make a clear distinction of neck/face to body, hence hair vs fur. I do think they have tails but that part ain’t too important cause I don’t really write about their asses in this fic atleast and they aren’t made noticeable usually due to my ad’s cultural. They don’t have irises or the whites just pupils so they are very sensitive to sudden shifts in light.
Also don’t feel silly! I love hearing peoples interpretations of my ads, especially since it’s based around how I solely write their personalities. Even if it doesn’t match up it’s fun to hear! Also happy reading!!!
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taergalive · 2 years
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(I’m writing these thoughts as a white woman. If any POC and especially women of color can add to this or even correct me where I’m wrong, please do so. But honestly I was trying to sleep and these thoughts were keeping me up)
Also beware vague spoilers
I saw Nope yesterday, and it’s been on my mind ever since. I read a lot of posts that make the connection of how animals are treated and how poc are treated in media (and in general let’s be honest). Part of me hates this comparison because it feels dehumanizing toward poc, but then I realize that’s the point. How they’ve always been a spectacle to white media. Even before movies, we had minstrel shows where white people in black face would depict black people as silly and happy-go-lucky. We had circuses that would take wild animals and not only put them on display but also train them to perform tricks. I also think of people like Thomas "Blind Tom" Wiggins, a black man who is believed to have had autism. He was born a slave, and because he was blind, he didn’t do work outside. When he was 4 years old, he learned how to play the piano by listening to his master’s daughters playing. By the age of 5, he composed his first song. His owners put on shows and toured him around, making a ton of money off of him. They even compared him to a trained animal. 
So obiviously there’s a lot there. But I also noticed the movie deals with women, and especially women of color, and how they are portrayed in media. Though there’s only one prominent woman in the movie, Em, the movie highlights this with two other women as well. First, we have the unnamed, unmentioned Haywood mother. Maybe it was just me, but I never once questioned where OJ and Em’s mother was. I grew up on Disney movies; dead mothers are a dime a dozen. In fact, the only time I ever thought about their mother was the one scene where Em looks at the picture of who we can assume is her mother. It was then I realize we never spoke about her, never gave a reason for her absence. And like I said, dead mothers are a dime a dozen. How often does a movie start with a dead woman? You have the whole trope of “fridging”, where a woman is killed or harmed in some way, usually to give the male character a reason to fight. Maybe it’s just me, but when the camera focused on that photo, it really hit me just how accepting of the fact the mother was gone. 
The other woman, who also isn’t in the movie but at least is named, is Oprah. At first I kind of just took it as a joke. The Oprah shot. Even Em makes fun of OJ for mentioning her. “Why do you love Oprah so much?” But the reference makes sense to me. As a white girl who grew up in the 90s, Oprah was THE black woman. She was constantly taught about during black history month. Born in poverty, able to raise herself up to not only a prominent and influential talk show host but also philanthropist who creates schools in Africa for young girls and has her own movie production company, television company, books, you name it. In the 90s, she’s who you thought about when you thought of successful black women. In the 2000s, it was Michelle Obama. 
But let me talk about Em now. Poor Em. Even in my analysis, you were put last. Like I said earlier, she’s the only prominent female character in the movie. OJ is set up to be our main character, and for most of the movie, he is. Em is set up to be the supporting role. She even acts as comic relief next to the stoic OJ. In a weird, nonromantic way, she sort of reminds me of a manic pixie dream girl, trying to help OJ get out of his shell. But throughout the movie, Em turns the table on the supporting female role. She doesn’t dress for the male gaze, mostly wearing sports wear or baggy clothes. She’s flashy. She’s loud. She stands out in scenes rather than hanging on the sidelines or in the background. And as the movie progresses, she becomes more in focus. She talks about how her dad went all cowboy on her and wouldn’t let her train the horses, how she watched from the sides as OJ trained what was supposed to be *her* horse. Throughout most of the film, the focus is on OJ, but what happens when we get to the climax of the film? He names the creature after the horse Em was supposed to tame. During the climax, she starts off in the supporting role again, not out in the field with the guys but in the house monitoring the cameras. But when things start turning south and OJ isn’t able to do it on his own, she jumps into the fray. OJ hands the battle off to her, and in the end, she’s the one to get the Oprah shot. She’s the one who brings Jean Jacket down. 
Sorry, this made much more sense in my head at 3am so I apologize if it doesn’t make much sense. I just couldn’t sleep anymore until I got these thoughts out. 
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gonewiddershins · 2 years
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1, 9 10 13 15 16 18 23 52 53 55 60 63 71 80 86 107 121 127 134 135 for ur ask meme
wheeeee~
okay so there's are enough of these questions that I'm gonna answer this in parts because otherwise (a) I'll never finish and (b) tumblr WILL end up earing my drafts and I wince just thinking about that. So here we go-
1. a book that is close to your heart
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The Beginning by K.A. Applegate. Anyone who's spent some time on my tumblr knows about my obsession with this series. It drilled into my ear and took over all higher life form function way back when I was an impressionable pre-teen. And then after sometime, when I thought I'd found other things to obsess about, I found copies of the final arc and it decided to permanently take up residence in my brain.
The Beginning is the final installment of the Animorphs series, which famously feature kids turning into animals to fight brain stealing alien puppeteers. It's not a climax- it's a extended denouement, because the books have always been about how children people are affected by war as much as as it was about the actual war. Animorphs also ended on a very bittersweet note, something unthinkable to baby me who had never seen a story end this way before. It was a learning experience.
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"Jake, you can't . . ." She took a deep breath. "You can't equate the victim and the perpetrator."
"So as long as you're playing defense it's not possible to commit a war crime?" I asked. "That's pretty close to just saying that the winner makes the rules because it's the winner who writes the history."
She grabbed my arm and searched for my eyes, forcing me to look at her. "No, Jake, it isn't. There are a lot of close calls in history, lots of wars where the blame is evenly split between the sides. This isn't one of them. Before they came to Earth no human ever attacked a Yeerk. No human ever harmed a Yeerk. This one is clear: We are the victims. They made war on us."
"That's good," I said softly. "All of that is good. We have justification. We're the good guys."
Marco said, "That's right, Big Jake, we are."
I nodded. "That's good for the big picture. See, my problem is a little more personal."
Ax asked.
"Well, Ax-man, you're right, you did call my attention to the possibilities on the Pool ship. And when you did that I guess I should have thought, Well, Jake, it's a harsh, terrible thing to do, but you're justified because, after all, you're the victim here. But that's not what I thought. You know what I thought?"
Cassie released her grip on me. But Marco just took a step up close, right in my face.
"I know what you thought, Jake. You thought Die, you filthy worms. Feel the fear, Yeerks. Feel the pain. Feel the helplessness. You wanted them to suffer and the idea of them suffering and dying made you happy. You were thrilled. You were high."
Cassie winced. She looked away.
I said, "Yeah, Marco. That was about it: word for word."
9. your favourite book of 2020 2022
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2022 has been a weird year, reading-wise. My goodreads list is as bare as a chocolate box after two hours in my company, because the site is not good at tracking webtoons and webnovels. Which in turn makes it harder for me to remember what I liked and how much I liked it, because that's 90% of why I use goodreads in the first place. So you know, answering this makes me twitchy, because if I'm not keeping track how would I even know what my favorite is?
BUT. I can tell you which story IMMEDIATELY made me consume other adaptations, scour through all of its Ao3 pages, and go on a re-read almost instantly after the fanfics ran out and it's Spy x Family by Tatsuya Endo. Also, it has an active tumblr fanbase- glory be.
Spy x Family is about a spy, an assassin, and a telepath playing house. It's about found family. It's about two people you really wouldn't peg as parent material at first look being the most adorable parents ever. It's about people calmly accepting (and in most cases not even recognizing) each other's weirdness. It's about the humanity in war-torn places and war-torn people. Also there are a bunch of first graders who are having their own drama and it is somehow vastly entertaining.
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10. a book that got you through something
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deep sigh. Okay, so I have a few mixed feelings about these books today that I didn't have when I first read them, but hear me out here.
Once upon a time, I entered into college as a bright-eyed, hopeful child who was sure she'd have the world within her grasp soon. Fast forward eight months and I was a depressed wreck who spent an hour a day crying and moving slowly but steadily towards suicidal thoughts. Suffice to say, it was not a good time.
In those trying times, books 1 and 2 of the Dresden Files gave me some much-needed laughs. Book 3, Grave Peril, went a step further, making me actually care about the worldbuilding and the character, giving characters actual losses, and getting me emotionally invested in everyone. The rest of the series accompanied me though my hellish time in college, and while it was probably not the best coping mechanism, I'm thankful it was there. Anything to quiet down the screaming in my head a little.
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“I still can't believe," Michael said, sotto voce, "that you came to the Vampires' Masquerade Ball dressed as a vampire.”
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Marriage. 90
Chapter 90: Where are you?
After the festival things have been interesting around the house. Well, mom and dad seem very quiet. Gohan was also acted more weird than usual. Every time he came home from school, crimefighting, or even study sessions with Videl, he was just super happy. It was creepy. Not even me jumping on his back, to wake him up, killed his joy. Who the hell is this person, and what happened to my big brother? He doesn’t even get mad, and that’s scary. On top of that, our parents act like everything is ok. This is just weird.
But at least I could look forward to my birthday and Christmas. Both are next month. That’s when it hit me. Everyone always gets gift on Christmas. I even make cards for everyone. What would dad like? Speaking of dad. I haven’t seen him all week. I asked mom, and she seems to not know. I asked Gohan, and he doesn’t know either. I try to locate his ki. I could sense him, but I can’t tell were he is. He’s so far away. I wonder why.
“Bulma, you sure about this?”
“Yeah. Now stop asking questions, and get moving. It took me forever to get Vegeta out of the house.” I can’t believe this. Though she said that usually she asked Gohan to help, but didn’t want to bug him this time. See here I am, helping Bulma repair the damage Vegeta did to the gravity room. “Can you stop moving so much!” After was done, she asked me if I could run a few errands for her.
“And why would I be the best person for this? Isn’t Vegeta more knowing of space?” She gave me a look. “Good point. So, what exactly am I doing?”
“I just need you to go to one of Frieza’s old bases, and grab as much tech as you can. Don’t give me that look. Can’t you ask one of your friends to help you out.” I was just about to say something, when…
“Lady you’re crazy. On top of that, Goku still owes me.”
I then looked to Bulma. “That’s the other reason I came here in the first place.” Her face turned red, and I soon found myself smacked across the face. “Hey! Calm down. Not like you haven’t before.” Another smack. Well, till she brought out one of her guns and started shooting at me. “Hey. Cut it out. At least I spoke highly of you.” What’s a little white lie going to hurt. “I thought you would appreciate the compliment. Especially since I said you were prettier than my wife.” I can’t believe I said that. I just hope she buys it.
“One picture, and that’s it.” Dende, after this I’m a dead man. Not like I haven’t seen her before. I’m just grateful that I told Chichi about this beforehand. Yeah, she screamed and threw me out the house. And might I add, she blasted me. Thankfully, after explaining, and begging for forgiveness, she said fine. But that I would have to make it up to her. That’s another reason I agreed to doing odd jobs for Bulma. Thank goodness I didn’t have to touch her.
To my great relief, and sanity, she had one of her bots take the picture. She even placed it in an envelope, so I couldn’t see. I quickly went to the old Kai, gave him the envelope, and asked the current Supreme Kai for help. Once I collect, what I think would please Bulma, I went back to her. I gave her everything, and asked if there was anything else. “Not at all. I already called the restaurant. Here’s the address, and just tell them my name.” I told her thank you and was off.
Once I got home, I was ambushed by Goten. “Where were you? And why was everyone so ok with it?” I could see tears starting to build. I tried telling him that everything was find. That I was just doing a few things. He didn’t look convince. “Still doesn’t explain why everyone was ok.” I then hugged him.
“Sorry about that buddy. Next time I’ll let you know that I’m stepping out.” He then looked at me, and he used his sleeve to rub the tears away.
“You promise?”
“Yes. Now come on, we have to get ready.” He asked why. “We’re going out to eat. So, we have to be on our best behavior for mommy.” He nodded and runs back inside the house. Gohan was on the couch reading, and already dressed. I then went to our room, and braced myself. When I opened the door, I took a defensive stance. But nothing happened. I didn’t get hit, nor yelled at, or even an angry look. All I saw was Chichi fixing her hair. I then saw clothes on the bed, and automatic saw the suit. I hate those, but it makes Chichi happy. I slowly made my way to the bed, till she called me over to her. “Yes, Chichi.”
“How did it go?”
“Thankfully she went into a different room, and got a bot to take the picture. Also, she placed in an envelope, so, I didn’t see anything.” She gave me a nod, and told me to hurry and get dress. Thank goodness she wasn’t making me wear a tie.
I can’t believe this! “Goku! How could you even do that! On top of that, she’s your friend! Not some random female! Also! How dare you suggested that you’ll be the one to take the photo!” I was bending his arms backward, while my foot was pressing on his shoulder blades.
“But she’s used to having people see her. And it was for the earth. I thought you’ll be happier that I didn’t suggest you.” I started to stomp on his back. “Ow! That actually hurts.”
“That’s not the point! And since you brought up that wonderful fact! How dare you say I’m flat chested! How dare you compare me to another woman! Especially saying things like that!”
“But that was a complete lie, to make Vegeta agree. You know that you have way fuller breast than Bulma. You also know that you have a way better figure than her. So, come on. I’m sorry.” I bend his arms more.
“Goku!”
“For goodness sake Chichi! Your body is nowhere as saggy as Bulma’s. Everything about you is all nice and perfect. Firm to the touch. And even your skin glows. It hasn’t aged by a long shot. Bulma actually looks old.” I finally released his arms, and got my foot off him. I watched him roll his shouldn’t, as I crossed my arms. He stood up, and held my hips. “Besides, you’re naturally beautiful, compared to her. You don’t need all that make up, to show off your beauty. You definitely don’t need to show off that wonderful body.” I was still fuming, but that seductive grin of his wasn’t making it easy. “Only I get to see that tight body of yours.” He then purred against my ear. “Like how I want to see it now.”
I then felt him kiss my neck, and rub up and down my sides. “Fine. But I want to have a dinner out as a family.” I then felt him picking me up, and instinctually I wrapped my legs around his waist. We started kissing, as he brought us over to the bed.
“Thank goodness the boys has school” I started to giggle at that, as he laid me on the bed. I then felt him start undoing my clothes, as we kissed. When he had gotten rid of our clothes, he kissed my neck. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” I then felt him thrust into me, and we in complete bliss. That was Monday, and he hasn’t been home since. Goten did looked very worried, and so did Gohan. Later in the day I got a call from Bulma, saying that I and the boys should start getting ready. I asked what for, and she told me how she set up dinner reservations to a restaurant. Also, how she will cover the cost, so, I didn’t have to worry about money. I said thank you, and asked what this brought this up. When she said Goku, I couldn’t help have a big smile.
I told Gohan to start getting dress, and if he seen Goten. Somehow Goten was nowhere to be seen around the house. But Gohan said he was close by. I went to his room, and set out his outfit. I then went to our room, and set out a nice suit for Goku. He’s going to look so handsome. I should look my best as well.
When we arrived at the restaurant, I was impressed. It looked super fancy. I can’t believe this. Maybe I underdress, and I was feeling uneasy. When we were brought to our table, I couldn’t help admire the decor. That’s when I noticed how empty it was. When the waiter came to ask for our drink orders, I couldn’t help ask about the emptiness. “Oh. We were informed about your family, and was advice it was similar to Ms. Bulma’s husband. So, we took extra steps to not over work our cooking staff.” With that I couldn’t help blush out of embarrassment. I even noticed that Gohan seemed embarrassed. Well, I should have expected this, but still was embarrassing.
As we ate, I couldn’t stop smiling at how my boys are being well behaved. They weren’t making a mess, or being loud. They were acting like a well behave family. It made me super happy. When I finished my meal, I continued watching my boys. They looked so happy, and I was loving it. When they were done, we walked outside. Outside Goku suggested if we should take a nice walk, instead of rushing home. “That sounds lovely.” As we walked, it was feeling wonderful. It was so peaceful, and perfect. Well, until Gohan got a call from Videl, saying something about she needed help with a riot downtown. Gohan looked between sad and happy. I told him that it was alright, and that for him to be careful. He told me that he will, before he pressed his watch and left.
The rest of us continued walking, and I was starting to feel cold. “Would you like to use my coat? Or would you like to head home?”
“Coat would be nice. I’m not ready to go home yet.” That’s when I noticed Goten was nowhere in sight. I started to panic. “Goku! Where’s Goten?” He then looked concerned for a moment, and then he looked calm.
“He’s a little bit ahead of us. He’s fine.” I still didn’t start feeling on edge. “We’ll catch up to him soon. Besides if anything was to happen, I’ll get him in time.” He then kissed my forehead.
When Gohan left, it was just me, mom, and dad. We continued walking and it was super nice. It was peaceful, and my parents looked so happy. Gohan was right about how nice it was to walked with our parents. As we walked, I saw something up ahead, and waiting to know what it was. I looked at my parents and they were speaking. I’m not going far, it’ll be ok. I can easily get back.
When I reached the thing, it was just a bunch of swings. We ended up at a park. I decided to play in the playground. I wasn’t far from my parents, and the jungle gym looks fun. I made it to the top when they finally showed up. They looked so happy. I then made my way down, and walked over to them. When I got to them, dad ruffled my hair. They both were smiling at me, and it made me happy. Maybe they would want to play with me. “Let’s play on the swings. Please.” Dad had a big smile and said sure. He ended up pushing me and mom. It was so much fun.
Before long Gohan showed up, and was with Videl. “So, how did it go?” Gohan went about how the people, in the riot, were just being a chaotic mess. And how it didn’t take long to get everyone under control. Then he and Videl join us at the swings. They seem to have made it a contest between. It was funny. But dad kept pushing me and mom. Today was pretty nice.
When we finally went home, I didn’t want to go to bed. I wanted to continue playing. But nobody wanted to play, and mom said I couldn’t play video games tonight. I was started to feel sad. Then dad asked if I wanted to join him, while he did his before bed workout. I agreed. It was better than nothing. We quickly changed our clothes, to not upset mom. I was doing push ups with him, and then ended up resting on his chest, as he did sit ups. It actually had put me to sleep.
The next day was nice. Even when everyone was doing their own thing, we all were in the den together. Mom was knitting. Gohan was doing school work. Dad was working out. Mom was making me study, too. It was nice. Super peaceful, and it made me happy. Gohan was also wearing a big smile.
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pinkshirousa · 9 months
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My phone rings and it’s my sister needing me to babysit for her. I don’t play about my nieces so I’m quickly on my way to pick up my babes and I decided to take them to the park. It was such a gorgeous day and there were plenty of people out enjoying the day. Not a frown in sight if you don’t count the police. The girls found some kids to play with and I decided to read my book “The Poet X ‘by Elizabeth Acevedo. My phone buzzed in my pocket and I pulled it out to see my notifications. It was Reggie trying to confirm our date tonight, I had forgotten all about it. I stared at the phone for a minute. Since I had the girls I really had no idea when my sister would be back.
So I explained the situation to Reggie and he totally understood. The fact that he was so understanding and nice made me a little more excited to see him again. The girls and I decided that I will throw out everything Eddie has given me. I felt that I was ready to do this now that I felt totally done with Eddie. We started with all the pictures of us, my nieces put those through the shredder and it hurt me a little, but it was for the best. I don’t want my kids or grand kids to come across pictures of me and a married man.
Then it was items around the apartment like some throw pillows, a pc mic, wine glasses, coffee maker,ect. I was starting to feel good about this until we got to clothing and jewelry. Maybe like 90% of the clothes were bought for me from Eddie and my jewelry was all real. I then decided to keep the jewlry and I also decided to get rid of a little clothes at a time. I’m not rich, I can't just buy a new wardrobe. That would be great! One can only wish. I couldn’t see myself throwing away the clothes so we took them to Plato's Closet and sold them. After a little shopping we went for some ice cream then walked back to my place. As we decorated my place with some new items we got from the store there was a knock at the door.
Thank God i thought, my sister took longer to get here than usual. I opened the door and it was my sister who wasted again to pick up my nieces. We argued for a moment in the hall until she passed out. I lunged to catch her and two other arms caught her first. It was Reggie, he helped me bring my sister in and put her on the couch. He explained he came over to make me tacos and was excited to meet my nieces. So Reggie began making tacos. I continued cleaning and the girls were in charge of picking a movie. We had tacos in the dining room while we listened to Reggie tell us a story. The tacos were great and we haven’t laughed this hard in such a long time.
My sister finally woke up and sat with us at the table. She was stuffing her face with tacos and didn’t acknowledge Reggie at all. She wasn’t being herself and I thought that was weird. I rushed into the kitchen to get a water bottle then I secretly text Mark to come pick her up. It only took Mark 12 minutes to get here. I asked him to wait outside and then had Reggie come out there with me. I didn’t even want to face Mark after our last interaction. Mark thanked me for everything and we put the girls' belts on and they left.
The exchange was fast and I was grateful. Reggie asks “So what was that about? I just feel some tension between you two”. “It’s nothing I turn to open the door”. Reggie starts making fun and making me laugh. I just felt comfortable telling him the situation. “ Wow” Reggie says “I hope you don’t think you did anything wrong in that situation, did you tell your sister? “How can I ??” I exclaimed. Finally in my apartment we walk to the kitchen where I begin to clean up. I thanked Reggie for being so thoughtful in cooking me and the girls tacos. He began to walk towards me closer and closer. I started feeling butterflies and I thought “If he kisses me I’m kissing back!”
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m3ntalmotha · 10 months
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Coming Sweet Pea
I had a mental 'ah-ha' moment. I am only as good of a mother as I try to be.
Hear me out. Growing up in the 90s, early 2000s was weird. My parents really didn't know what the fuck they were doing. And fuck did it show. Which brings me to my point, my mother always had the phrase "fake it till you make it". I have never really understood how damaging that phrase is until just recently. Fake it till you make it really makes light on people pleasing qualities. I'm fairly certain there are underlying undiagnosed mental disorders that run in my family. My brother and I joke all the time about my dad being autistic. My oldest brother, we will call him 'Brian', he might have a touch as well but being the "Dr" that he is, I'm sure he's figured that out for himself and already has it working in his favor. Now I am nowhere normal. Not even in the slightest. I have ADHD pretty sure, social anxiety, depression, pretty sure binge eating disorder, and BPD. Needless to say, the mental stability does not run in this family.
Why is it easier to talk about all of this stuff with you, but not with my family? Great question! My parents love doing this thing were they ignore feelings, re-enforce weird structure and then huff and puff that "I did everything for you and this how you talk to me" cry me a fucking river. I'm a parent now. And the only joy I get from my child is seeing her grow into the person she wants to be. Everything I do is with selfless love behind it. No parent is going to get a trophy for taking care of their child. That's is what a literal parent is.
*breath* .....ranting. Do you see what I mean by unresolved issues?
If you are new here, I have this issue where I go on tangents. I do my best to stay on topic.
So what does this all have to do with my ah-ha moment? I'm getting to is, just trust your Motha!
We take what happened in our childhood in our adult life. Some change it, some their life changed them, and some stay stuck in it. What I mean by "I'm only as good of a mother as I try to be" is this simply. Try. Try to understand your kinds interests. Try to have patience and listen and understand their words. Especially when they are younger. I have learned through my life of dealing with people that most problems are issues of communication. When I sat back and tried to understand why my daughter was having a tantrum, I was able to actually get her to calm down and explain to me the best way she could what was wrong. To me, that opened up our relationship. Something that happened today. As I was sitting here typing to you lovely babies, she is asking me for help with her tiger.
Back story. My daughter is VERY smart. She can figure things out pretty quickly and learns fast. What I have discovered in all of this is: IF YOU GIVE HER THE TIME OF DAY TO SHOW HER SOMETHING THEN SHE CAN ACHIVE A LOT MORE ON HER OWN.
The reason for my screaming isn't for any real reason other than I wanted to just yell it out to the world. I figured out how to apply "teach a man to fish..."
She asked for help with her tiger and I always help start her projects but never do the whole thing for her. I want her to know she has my support and love but she is getting big enough to handle a lot more on her own. Seems kind of harsh, but we are talking about air model clay with picture instructions for kids her age. Not laundry or space science. You should see the look on her face when she showed me her tiger.
That is what I love about being a parent. Seeing your child be excited and proud to accomplish something that was once impossible to them. And I didn't do it all for her, I just helped her on a part that she needed me. Guidance can be gentle and given while being structured and firm.
This isn't some blog to lecture or tell someone else how to parent or whatever. I am simply telling myself that I am doing everything I can for my child and her needs. From what the experts say, it's good to let yourself feel the good. This is me feeling the good.
And weirdly enough, it's healing me. My inner child has been given some time and space.
I don't spoil my child with things. I chose to spoil my child with experiences. Zoo? Yup! Big hikes? YUP! Trips to towns over? Fuck yes. I want her to grow up having memories of road trips with mom and dad, summer vacations, and lazy days at the pool. I want her to live her life while she can right now because once responsibilities hit life speeds up.
Be well my babies, and rememba, Motha always loves you,
-Motha
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daichiis-scrunchiie · 2 years
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Karasuno x yankii!fem!reader
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info & tw: smoking, minor bullying, y/n being a baddie, fluff, kiyoko time-skip spoiler ✧*。she/her pronouns
Yankii: a Japanese subculture whose members are seen as trashy and uneducated ,, commonly rebel with altered/ customized uniforms and a tendency to fight.
• as a third year over time you've grown accustomed to weird stares and whispers,, waltzing down the hallway with leg-warmers over your tights and a baseball bat casually resting over one shoulder
• your mom fits into the yankii stereotype as a highschool dropout and teenage parent,, in fact you're from a whole line of proud yankiis 😌 your aunts practically raised you with their gyaru influence, so you have a lot of 80s/90s wardrobe hand-me-downs
• there's pictures of your dad with his massive pompadour and motorcycle from when he was younger
• he brings pictures of little you sat on the seat of his old bike,, a daddy's girl 😌💕
• he now works on a construction site and the workers adore it when you pop along to the site after vbc practice
• the guys your dad works with will be cooing over you bringing him lunch one minute to arm wrestling you the next ‼️ you don't hold back because you are surprisingly strOng 💪
• playing poker with the old geezers while dad lays the spackle 😌 bringing this skill to school and winning extra yen for the vending machine
• now as a manager of karasuno--
• you definitely stand out 😳 with kiyoko as the silent beauty,, yachi as the trembling cutie and you as the outlandishly colourful and bubbly girl
• you stand on the sidelines watching practice while blowing bubblegum and smacking your glossy lips
• write every note you can think of in your hello kitty notepad (with fluffy pen obvs),, then switch to your pocket mirror to touch up your eye-shadow
• something like 'yamaguchi's float serve is coming along nicely' surrounded by hearts and cute drawings <33
• kiyoko makes you do kissy faces so she can re-apply your gloss,, girls supporting girls 💪
• scrunchies always on your wrists to give out to long haired players or simply style kageyama's hair on the sidelines,, pinching his cheeks and chatting about who dumped who in your year while he just nods along without complaint
• normally a quick smoke before practice so you'll creep around the side of the gym and find a tired ukai already there
• the first time you joined him and offered your bedazzled Bic™ lighter he was shocked,, but now he's so accustomed to it he just raises his hand as you yell "yo, old man!"
• it's common for takeda to smack you both on the back of the heads,, leaving you both grumbling while stubbing out your ciggs before hopping on the mini-bus
• karasuno,, unfortunately,, lacks a yankii community-- shiritorizawa and aoba johsai however ‼️ you love seeing people that look like you at practice games and you'll often sneak away to hang with them
• on your own turf you've already adopted outcasts and eat lunch with the first years that feel they don't fit in
• the lgbtq+ kids 💕adore💕 you and greet you in the halls every morning
• you bond with hinata over constantly being underestimated; him in volleyball and you academically
• you're actually a true barb and know it's your duty to stay in school and be the first in your family to go to college 💪 so you study hard,, daichi worries you'll burn yourself out but you just wave him off with a smile
• next thing you know he's draping his jacket over your shoulders after you doze off on kinnoshita on the bench
• by nature you are sooo flirty,, you fluster asahi a lot,, harrassing him to feel your legs because "i shaved last night! Feel!! Feel!! They're so smooth~"
• a huge collection of egg magazines from decades ago,, you'll flick through them for fashion inspo during break periods (canonically hq is set in 2012 and egg finished publishing in 2014,, so you were up to date with them xoxo)
• look really scary when you walk with the team into another school,, but you just get along with-- everyone <33
• kenma absolutely adores you and your head scratches-- your ridiculously long acrylic nails are just 🥴 purr-fect
• iwaizumi loves that you don't hold back with harsh high-fives and arm wrestling,, mad-dog is so scared of you lmao 💀
• you won't allow tsukishima to give backtalk and shut him up efficiently with a glare or snappy comeback
• you and tanaka ohmygosh you stress daichi out the most-- making him bald already lmaoo
• you adore your kouhais and offer to help them study,, buy them snacks,, and tell them to never take up unhealthy habits while smoking your fifth cigg (hypocrite)💀
• nasty rumours follow you,, ofc people love to talk smack about you based off your appearance,, your team is quick to shut these down however,, they are pretty intimidating 🤛😌👹
• people always assume you're mean when this is lit-rally you:
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• you don't back down from fights tho,, anyone badmouthing your team?? heard the asahi slander enough times?? you're rolling up your sleeves while daichi sighs,, holding his hand out to take your hoops
• you & him are the definition of "kick his ass babe I got yo flower"
• speaking of babe,, you call everyone that platonically!! Unless they're uncomfortable with it then you resort to something a little calmer like 'bro' or 'lovely' ( first time yachi heard it she fainted)
• you're very affectionate and can't help but give cheek kisses and random squeezes,, nishinoya practically floats when you praise his skills
• let's just say the first time you met atsumu he was rendered a stuttering,, flustered mess after the constant flurry of nicknames like "honey, babe, sweetheart"
• your team just glared at him as if to say "you're not special"
• and the way you can talk to people so easily as if you've been besties since you were a twinkle in your mom's eye-- futakuchi was floored when he found you and the scary iron-wall middle blocker and you sat criss cross gushing about his pet tortoise
• all in all you can get along with anyonee,, everyone adores you,, and you actually have a bright future ahead of you much to your haters' dismay 😘 stay mad and stan elle woods ya pussies
• saeko was the one to give you driving lessons and you loved every second of it,, ukai as your supervisor hated it and hurled in a plastic bag more times than he could count
• in the time-skip era you're a successful nail technician-- getting to gossip all day with customers and always drag your highschool friends over for sleepovers + manicures in your hello kitty pj's💅🏻
• you also did kiyoko's nails for her wedding 😭 and you returned the favour of kissy lips by applying a final coat of gloss before she walked down the aisle
A/N: first post,, hope you enjoy <3
Inspo:
What's New - Megan thee stallion
Every Summertime - NIKI
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avintagekiss24 · 3 years
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Hi! I don't want to start anything on here and am always willing for civil conversations. At this point there's so much I've found out about Seb (besides the video he liked, the tommy lee thing, and the girlfriend thing) that I feel so guilty if I would continue to support him. I love him sm but it just doesn't look good rn. He is associated/follows an organisation (for helping veterans) that has posted a blue lives matter flag picture and who's co-founder has sexual assault allegations against him, and worked with him in 'The last full measure'. His friend Paul Walter Hauser has done blackface in the past, and when called out on it he just listed a few people that also did blackface. There's more, I found a discussion on here that I can link. I seriously don't support "cancel culture" bc I don't think it helps anyone but there are just a lot of 'mistakes' and shady people that can be linked to Seb, I wish it wouldn't be that way. I honestly don't know what to think about it anymore.
Hi! I’m also open to having civil conversations and I don’t believe you’re trying to start anything. I really do think this situation of dragging up a four year old video and taking it completely out of context is harmful not just to Black people, but to fandom/activism in general. This is gonna be long because I’m going to take your points one by one, and I want to preface this by saying that I will not answer any derogatory, sideways asks pertaining to this subject. I will delete every single one and will block your silly ass. I’m not going to argue with people who think I’m blindly supporting Sebastian because I’m just trying to get fucked by him, or people who think I hate myself and am trying to appease some white man.
So, on with the discourse!
The video he liked - this video was taken completely out of context and that is my main issue with this whole situation. It was not a video of a white man saying that he thinks he should be able to say the n word as everyone claimed it was. They were quickly debating on whether or not it's okay to say in rap lyrics. He was told no, that's not okay, that's never okay and they moved on from it. That's it. End of story. That somehow was twisted into a click bait style headline of "Sebastian Stan likes a video of a white man defending his right to say the n word" when that is absolutely not true. My other issue is that people are more upset that Sebastian liked the video than they are about the white man in the video literally saying the n word. So, do you really care about the use of the n word like you're claiming? Cuz if you do, you'd be more upset at the white man that said the word than you would be about the white man simply liking the video. Or, are you just using this as an excuse to grandstand against a white man you don't like?
The Tommy Lee thing - Sebastian Stan playing Tommy Lee does not make Sebastian Stan a bad person. Is Charlize Theron a bad person for playing Aileen Wuornos, a prostitute who started murdering men? Is Leonardo DiCaprio a bad person for playing a slave owner? Is Edward Norton a bad person for playing a nazi sympathizing racist? Actors play bad people. That doesn't mean that they themselves are bad people. 1990's Tommy Lee was a bad person, but that should have no bearing on who Sebastian Stan is or his character as a man.
The gf/Paul Walter Hauser thing - Why are we holding Sebastian accountable for what the people around him are doing? Again, why are we more upset that Sebastian is associated with people who have done questionable things than the specific people themselves? I'm not going to speak on the kimono wearing -- I'm not Asian. It's not my place to say whether or not its offensive because it's not my culture, but she posted that picture and attended that party before she started dating Sebastian, quite possibly before she even knew him. Same with Paul. I think that black face thing was long before he knew Sebastian. Now, if Sebastian was defending these actions, going around saying "I think it's okay for white women to wear Kimono's" "I think black face is fine" "I think white people should be able to say the n word" then we'd have a different story, wouldn't we? But that's not what we have, and that's not what he is doing. He is not responsible for the things his friends do or have done in the past just because he's more famous than they are, and he is not required to speak on them. Let's put it this way -- would you be comfortable having to be responsible for something a friend of yours did before you knew them? Would you want to have to be forced to answer for your friend when you yourself had nothing to do with the questionable behavior?
The organization that supports the military/blue lives matter - Sebastian cannot control what message that foundation puts out and it does not mean that he is or is not pro-police himself. There is not enough concrete evidence -- if any evidence for that matter -- that Sebastian is a blue lives matter supporter. Did Sebastian donate before they put up the blue lives matter post? Or after? I don’t know, cuz I don’t follow him that closely, but if he donates before they come out with a particular stance, that means he should be held accountable for that? I know I donated to an organization once and they turned out to support something that i’m 100% against. That means I’m a bad person because I couldn’t see into the future? Another point, how can we be certain that Sebastian saw the blue lives matter post in the first place? I know I’m not online 24 hrs a day, I miss posts all the time and I’m just an average person. I make three or four tumblr posts a day, and I’m gone. I have to play catch up on social media, and even then, I still miss stuff. So I’m sure the same happens to a working actor. As for the co-founder, I don't know who this person is and would rather not get into any allegations against them because I don't want to trigger anyone who comes across this post. If Sebastian knows about these allegations, is a willing participant/supporter of this person then yeah, that's pretty shitty, but we don't know the inner workings of this friendship/acquaintance/work relationship. We don’t know how close they are or if they even still speak.
I’m a pretty big fan of Don Cheadle. He’s a stand up guy, he’s a great actor, he’s funny, he’s political and stands up for what he believes in and in a very public way. I support him. Don Cheadle is also friends with Chris Evans, RDJ, Mark Ruffalo, and Letitia Wright (just to name a few). Chris Evans has a bipartisan forum that highlights/promotes right wing politicians, RDJ defended Chris Pratt during the whole “he’s the worst Chris in Hollywood” crap, who’s technically done black face, and who once said to a female reporter “nice tits” when she walked into the room, Mark Ruffalo just walked back his support of Palestine, and Letitia Wright retweeted/supported an anti-vaxxer/anti-trans Pastor who equated an ingredient of the covid vaccine to the devil because it contained some parts of the word Lucifer. Does that mean Don is now a bad person because he’s friends with these people? Why isn’t he getting any heat for his friendships with them? Why isn’t he being held accountable for what they’ve done and said? Oh right, because he’s not a white fave. So people don’t care one way or the other, which brings me to my next point. 
I can guarantee you that if Sebastian’s gf or Paul or this co-founder were not associated with Sebastian in any way, nobody would give a shit about her wearing a kimono, about Paul doing black face, or about the co-founder/organization being blue lives matter supporters and in that lies the actual problem. Being critical of people and their actions should be consistent and should happen all the time -- not just when they interact with your white fave. That’s when it becomes performative and looks like you just want to be able to show internet people that you follow/support/stan unproblematic celebrities, when really, you don’t care.
I think the moral of this post is that I think it's unfair to hold a complete stranger to a standard that I cannot hold myself to. I also don't view celebrities the way most teenagers/twenty somethings do, and that’s because when I entered fandom we didn't have social media, so I grew up with a wall between myself and said celebrities. There is no wall now with the presence of social media. "Fans" nowadays have a weird ownership feeling over celebrities because they can read their personal thoughts or view personal pictures and think that they have this personal quasi-friendship with them. I can't get on board with that. I prefer having the wall and I still keep the wall.
If supporting Sebastian makes you uncomfortable, then by all means, stop supporting him. Just make sure you are making this decision for yourself based on credible sources and concrete evidence and that you're not letting this fake woke activist mob make you feel uncomfortable. Internet activism means nothing unless you put your money where your mouth is in your real life and 90% of the social justice internet warriors do not. Real activism is bigger than changing your avi to a black square.
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korasonata · 3 years
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So, the original plan was to do these quotes until Joe and Cleo finished their models, which was half accomplished during this stream (yay Cleo!). Question is should I still continue these after Joe has finished his model, or have we had enough now? Favourite moments of Joe and Cleo model stream part 7! Link to the video is below and time stamps are above each set of quotes!
Link: https://m.twitch.tv/videos/1155955572
00:32:05
Joe: This is our weekly paper craft stream. I’m joined today by ZombieCleo, who you can find at—
Cleo: Hiiiiiiiiii!!!
Joe: — twitch.tv/zombiecleo. You don’t need to type the “hi” in the middle. Although it is adorable, and so I wouldn’t blame you.
00:56:25
Cleo (in response to someone saying they like Hershey’s chocolate): I mean you can like the chocolate. It’s ok to be wrong. It’s fine. You know, you can—
Joe: A certain amount of the other person being wrong is to be expected in any relationship.
Cleo: Yeah! Look at my relationship with you, Joe.
Joe: Yeah, I mean we’re— we’re off the charts for that.
01:01:15
Joe (changing into his chroma green tank top): We can’t have people seeing my torso.
Cleo: Oh you know, yeah you— you are a cryptid.
01:02:04
Joe (doing a face camera expansion): these chains I’ve forged in life are about to begin pulling me down to the deep below! Enter the Jhoooooooost!
Cleo: Can I just point out that “life” was very southern. At that point. (Heavy southern accent) Life.
Joe (heavy southern accent): Life.
Cleo: Laaaaaffe
Joe: Liiiiife *both laughing* These chains I’ve forged in—
Both: laaaaffe!!
Joe (heavy twang): Pullin’ me daaan to the deep behlooow!
01:07:16
Cleo (in response to Joe having a laughing fit): And that is one of the rare times where Joe has a complete, absolute giggle fit on stream
Joe (still laughing): Ok I’m sorry, but “puritans go home” is the best thing to put on anything worth— ok im gonna start making a— ok. (Serious) Im gonna start making an actual checklist cause, um, (actually writing down a checklist of things he’s taking to his parents for thanksgiving) ok thanks—giving twenty twenty—one. Ok so, salad cream.
Cleo: *wheezing*
Joe (reading list): “Puritans go Home” icing on pie…Um, you know let’s just throw iron brew in there. Why not! Irn-Bru and vodka!
Cleo (laughing): Sure! Why not!
Joe: Yeah. Well, so, my maternal grandmother was Scottish and—
Cleo: oh I’m sorry.
Joe: —so I think my mom would get a kick out of Irn-Bru. As like “oh! Here’s something from the old country!”
Cleo: *physically wheezing* from the old country!
01:29:43
Joe: Oh, it’s really fun. Did you know that a bunch of people on Tumblr care a lot about how tall each of us are?
Cleo: Yeah. Yeah.
Joe: Yeah, oh man I’ve been spreading information and taking weird height pictures with people at conventions for years. It’s like— *Cleo laughing* I’ll intentionally like stand on things or like, uh, or like stand in such a way that you can’t tell I’m crouching, so people are like “Ok, so Joe’s like taller than Bdubs but shorter than, uh, like— Stress or something. It’s like how does that happen?!” *trying not to laugh* Because I’m screwing with you.
01:31:11
Joe: See that’s the thing is— is sometimes people think things are about power. I think they’re just about being obnoxious.
Cleo: I mean, you think most things are about being obnoxious which is why it’s a power move for you. Cause being obnoxious is your power move. It’s where you’ve got the most power, Joe.
Joe: Hm, that makes sense.
Cleo: Sometimes I do. I try not to when I’m with you, because— it’s easier.
Joe: Yeah. You don’t wanna give me any actual like workab— or usable intelligence.
01:42:47
Joe (reading chat): I’ve been on Hermitcraft since season one— yeah. That was only like 10 years ago though.
Cleo: I’ve been on Hermitcraft since season 2.
Joe: Yay Cleo!
Cleo: Which was only because Joe asked me to come on, or pu— vouched for me.
Joe (genuine): Well I am glad you joined.
Cleo: I mean I was— I was at the point where I was just like “is this what I wanna do for the rest of my life? Should I just go full ham into teaching?” And, uh, then you made that offer and I thought “well, I’ll see how it goes”. And it did quite well for me. So…you know.
Joe (quietly): I am so glad
Cleo: You are the reason why I’m still doing Minecraft content.
01:44:19
Joe (reading chat): Attasked says “Only you can judge whether you’re hot” no plenty of people can tell I’m hot, Graved. It’s— pretty blatantly obvious. You don’t— you don’t have to be good at judging to be able to tell. Like, that’s not an only me thing.
02:00:54
Cleo: You ever have those moments where you’re just questioning your choices in life?
Joe: *having a breakdown* Moments!
Cleo: *cackling*
Joe (through tears): I’m sorry, you’re just the best Cleo.
Cleo: *laughing, but genuine* Awe, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to depress you today!
Joe: No it’s— *inaudible sobbing* Today—
Cleo: *dying*
Joe (quietly to himself): Is this is frame? Sorry, I was cutting this out of frame. My bad.
Cleo (still laughing): I like how everyone’s just sort of gone quiet and gone “…is Joe ok?”
Joe: nOO!!!
Cleo: We’ve established that Joe is not ok.
Joe: But I’m really good at it!
Cleo: *spitting out her drink*
01:49:52
Joe: Let’s go down the Mississippi, Cleo.
Cleo: I mean, that I think we could probably do. Let’s go down the Mississippi, Joe.
Joe: yay!
Cleo: On a flimsy raft.
Joe: Yeah, we can actually— there’s a lot nicer boats now though. Like—
Cleo: I mean— yeah, but do we— do— you know…it’s the Huckleberry Finn experience.
Joe: I mean, here’s the thing, is if you actually came here and I was like “Cleo, let’s go to the Mississippi River and go down the river a few miles”. I think you’d be more likely to actually say yes if I had an actual boat lined up than if I had a flimsy raft.
Cleo (excited): If it— if it— if it makes you feel better, I— I would do the flimsy raft. Like, hands down. It seems more fun.
Joe (realizing that she’s serious): I— you say that, but I don’t think you’ve seen the Mississippi River. Like, the problem is it’s full of these giant barges these days, the wakes of which would just throw your raft over.
Cleo (dead serious): I can swim.
Joe (attempting to compromise, completely lost as to how he has somehow managed to be the voice of reason): Ok…Alternatively we can go down a smaller river…In a raft…
02:04:43
Joe: Sorry, I’ll stop monologuing. Uh, but yeah sorry I was in the process of—
Cleo: I’LL STOP MONOLOGUING! Yeah, yeah that’s gonna happen.
Joe: yeah, I’ll- I’ll say I’m gonna stop monologuing and I’ll warn you that-
Cleo: And then he just continues
Joe: -that Cleo you should probably be ready to start talking sometime in the next 8-12 minutes.
02:15:26
Joe: Oh, I need to get a green screen suit jacket. Um, I realized. Cause I got the green screen, um, uh dress shirt. That I wear under existing suits, but I don’t have an actual like green screen suit.
Cleo: I— I am always amused by your definition of “need”
Joe: My definition of what?
Cleo: Need.
Joe: Need.
Cleo: I need a green suit.
Joe: Ok, I’m sorry Cleo, the people need me to get a green suit.
02:30:23
Cleo (reading chat): “Joe-Getters and Go-Getters” yeah, Joe’s not a Go-Getter, he’s a Joe-Getter. Which is infinitely worse.
Joe: You say being a Joe-Getter is infinitely worse, but you also frequently lament that you get me. So, maybe you’re a Joe-Getter. Have you considered that?
Cleo: I am a Joe-Getter. I do get you, Joe. Which is terrible. It’s— It’s a trauma, actually Joe, I’ll have you know.
Joe: Yeah, comprehend me and despair, Cleo.
Cleo: I looked too deep into the abyss. The Joe-byss, sorry.
Joe: Thank you, yeah we’ve got a brand. Always be branding.
Cleo: *giggling* A.B.B. - Always Be Branding.
Joe: That’s not an infinite void of despair. That’s an infinite void of—
Both: Joe’s despair.
02:34:31
Joe: Let’s just leave it at don’t push me off a roof. Like *laughing* I feel like anything I could add to that would undermine the overall theme of just encouraging people to not do that.
Cleo: Um, let me put it like this. I always had the capacity. Always. But! I never acted on it, Joe.
Joe: Mhm, yeah thank you.
Cleo: …yet…I’ll try not to.
Joe: Yeah. And— and also keep in mind Cleo, I mean, given, you know, how well we’ve managed to work together over the last decade. Even if you did push me or throw me off a roof. *grinning* What makes you think that you’re not coming with me?
Cleo (slightly proud): That felt like a threat. It felt like a threat. I’m not gonna lie.
Joe (through giggles): Yeah, that was the, like— I spent 90 seconds figuring out how to revise that so is it was not blatantly like a violent threat.
Cleo: I mean…yeah, I think— I think— I think between the tw— it— it’s a mutual aggression pact at this point.
02:51:53
Cleo (holding up seemingly two identical pictures of turret towers): Am I— am I going actually insane? Are they not…the same turret?
Joe (examining pages on screen): …y—you know there might be…subtle differences that, uh, a— you know, skilled crafts person would find unavoidably blatant. Um…I make no such claim Cleo.
Cleo: Good, because, you know…trauma…Yours, not mine.
Joe: *laughing* yeah I was gonna say. Trauma as a verb. I’m just gonna trauma you.
Cleo: *laughing* I’m gonna trauma you so hard right now.
Joe: Yeah, if you don’t calm down and agree with me.
Cleo: If you don’t agree with me, that’s— that’s your mistake.
03:38:48
Cleo (about authors): just be careful who you like and just recognize the faults in any media that you do like. Just don’t imagine that everything’s perfect, because it’s not. Just be open to the fact it’s not perfect.
Joe: The only perfect media is YouTube videos produced by ZombieCleo.
Cleo: Fact.
04:00:34
(Having finished her model)
Cleo (tiredly): No booshes. No booshes. I know it’s got places for booshes, but I don’t want to do booshes because…there’s a limit.
Joe (currently in the United States): Yeah. Well, now you can come over here and help me Cleo, is what chat’s saying.
Cleo: Ok.
Joe: Go help Joe hold this stuff he can’t glue.
Cleo (Currently in England): Hang on, hang on. *rummaging on desk* What do you need? I’ve got lots of things, what do you need?
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