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Chapter 1: Second to You

My Rival Series

Summary: “I hate Wanda Maximoff. I hate her face and the way she hides her freckles. I hate her smile and how perfect she laughs. I hate how smart she is and how she knows everything. I hate her.” Y/n complained.

But how could she hate the girl that always took #1 in everything? How could she hate the girl that captivated her mind 24/7? How could she hate the girl she would willingly be #2 for?

Or the time where Y/n Y/l/n and Wanda Maximoff were academic rivals that fell for each other.

A/n: Gif credits to @aftertheglitterfades

Warnings: Rivals to Lovers, Obvious Feelings, Stubborn Reader, Cursing

Word Count: 4.1k

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One Month - Spring Semester

“Please be a hundred - please be a hundred.” The brown eyed girl silently pleaded under her breath. Her hands were clenched together, easily covering her mouth. She couldn’t, actually wouldn’t, give her the satisfaction of seeing her nervous.

With her dark brown hair, quick green eyes, and pretentious smile, Wanda Maximoff already had a lot going for her, something Y/n could easily list out. ‘So god forbid, please humble her for one moment’ Y/n thought to herself.

Trying her best to not seem so obsessed, Y/n carefully studied Wanda’s reaction. While the rest of the class seemed upset over their grades, seeing Wanda’s smile among the crowd of frowns ticked something inside Y/n. ‘Oh please, not another 100.’ But there went that fucking cocky smile, one that brought Wanda’s dimples out, and Y/n knew the answer.

Looking back at Professor Hathaway, the older woman gently smiled at Y/n as she handed her test backwards, careful to not expose her grade. Once she passed, Y/n slowly flipped it over, eyes squinted as if it would help lessen the blow.

‘Oh god - a 99.’ Y/n tried to steel herself from any reaction. She knew Wanda would be looking at her like a hawk. Taking a peak past the paper, Y/n could easily spot those green eyes anywhere in a crowd. And just as Y/n expected, Wanda was looking.

“Okay class, this week's test was better. We currently have a class average of 65. There were two outliers that have caused the average to bump up. For those that need help for next week, please feel free to reach out to see where we can improve. No homework due but please try to review the remarks I’ve made.”

Everyone was quick to start packing up, especially those that barely scored a passing D. But for Y/n, she packed quickly to avoid Wanda. Hearing Wanda talk about another perfect score would only rile her up and considering she still had to study for the managerial accounting test, talking to Wanda was the last thing she wanted.

But Y/n never got what she wanted. When a classmate accidentally bumped into her backpack, causing the contents to spill, Y/n couldn’t help me internally curse at her luck. “I’m really sorry about that Y/n!”

Y/n didn’t dare focus on the feeling of Wanda getting closer, she didn’t even need to see to know she was only a meter away. “It’s okay Katie. Just be careful next time.” The blonde meekly smiled as she walked off to her next lecture, leaving Y/n behind to pick her stuff up.

Just as the final book was stuffed into her bag, Y/n rose up from the ground, ready to grab her test, but Wanda was quicker. Holding back her distaste, Y/n watched as Wanda’s smug smile grew seeing the 99 plastered right at the corner.

“Better luck next time, Y/l/n,” Wanda proudly stated as she held up the perfect grade written on her test. Holding back her profanities, Y/n snatched her test and shoved it at the bottom of her backpack. “And messing up a simple year for Renoir’s paintings, my my, this is easy at this point.”

Y/n slung her backpack and started to walk out of the lecture hall. Usually, no response and the sight of someone leaving would give a normal person the idea that they don’t want to talk. But Wanda wasn’t normal by any means.

She walked at a similar fast pace beside Y/n, enjoying the silent treatment she was receiving. “Not gonna talk? Ya know, I could help you study in case you need it.”

Y/n scoffed as they exited the humanities building. ‘The nerve.’ Y/n thought.

It was a nice spring at Evergreen University. The weather was at a perfect 75 degrees. People were out on the lawn, enjoying themselves, hanging out with friends, having picnics, overall having a great time. But none of that was something Y/n hardly got to experience nowadays.

For the majority of the first month of the spring semester, Y/n had either been stuck at her dorm, the library, or some other student’s dorm, helping them study. The luxury of having fun was something Y/n could hardly afford. Not when Wanda Maximoff was a constant reminder of your failure to beat her.

“99 is still good, Maximoff, in case you forgot.” They passed by a couple of people that knew Wanda, but that didn’t deter the brunette at all. She waved at them with her perfect smile which irritated Y/n even more.

“She speaks! Didn’t know you were settling for second place now. You must’ve lost your confidence. Afraid you can’t beat me?” Y/n grumbled something that Wanda couldn’t hear.

With Y/n’s dorm hall getting closer, the brown eyed girl quickened her pace, hoping that Wanda would stop. “More like I don’t want to humble you. Princess might get hurt if I actually try my best.”

Wanda feigned hurt, dramatically placing a hand on her chest. “Going for the ego jab? What will I ever do?” Wanda laughed, a laugh that came from her chest, one that was wholehearted, and god did Y/n hate it. “Takes more than that to hurt me.”

Stopping right before the entrance, Y/n halted infront of Wanda, the two almost colliding.

“Oh yeah? Then-”

“Y/n, can you help me with accounting?” Y/n turned around to her savior. It was one of her classmates from her managerial class. Her name was Holly.

“Sure thing.” Unbeknownst to Y/n, Wanda rolled her eyes at the pathetic excuse. Holly was a smart girl, one that hardly needed to study. This was all just a lame excuse to hang out with Y/n, something Wanda easily saw through.

Adjusting her backpack, Y/n walked towards Holly, holding the door open. Looking back at Wanda with a frown, Y/n remarked, “Next time, I won’t go easy.”

Midway - Spring Semester

“Are you going to come with me to the party?” It was a Saturday night at Evergreen University. Parties were a typical thing especially since the campus had a large selection of greek life.

However, today was not a typical Saturday. Midterms were finally over and the majority of campus was out for the night, trying to enjoy a little stress reliever.

“Can’t Natty. I gotta study.” Y/n said hunched over a book. While Y/n did receive well above passing grades, none of them could compete with Wanda’s. It’s like no matter how much Y/n studied, there was always one small detail that would prevent her from being perfect.

“You’re always studying. Can’t you give me at least one night away from all of this.” Natasha looked around the room, Y/n’s side was filled to the brim with various books, journals, and papers. It was an academic mess.

“You know I can’t.” Natasha sighed at Y/n’s response. She walked towards her bed, giving Y/n a tight hug. Having been roommates since freshman year, Natasha knew how Y/n was when it came to her academics.

“At least I have senior year to try.” Y/n laughed, knowing that she’d never really go to a party. She had nothing against them, but the idea of pretending like you’re having fun was exhausting for her.

“Text or call me if you need me to pick you up, okay? I’ll have my ringer on the highest volume.” Natasha grabbed her phone and keys, blowing a fake kiss to Y/n.

“Thanks love. Stay up till 1:00 am for me? If I don’t text you by then, go to sleep. I’ll have a ride.” Y/n gave a thumbs up as Natasha left.

Looking back at the time, it was only 10:00 pm. The dorms hardly muffled the loud music playing on the floor above. And knowing the RA on the floor, they’d simply dismiss it until 2:00 am.

Shaking her head, Y/n grabbed the nearest bag and stuffed the essentials she needed. A night trip to the library wasn’t going to hurt.

“Accounting can literally go fuck themselves,” Y/n uttered. She was currently tucked away in a far corner on the fourth level of the library. This place hardly had any students around and with midterms being over, not a single soul was in the library at this time, well besides Y/n.

“I need a break.” Pushing the chair back, Y/n stretched her legs and arms out, releasing out a weird primal groan in the process. Tapping her phone screen, it was a quarter past twelve. Her body was stiff and desperately needed a walk.

“How the hell am I so stiff?” Y/n cracked her neck, hands, and knuckles, a very bad habit she developed at a young age.

Grabbing her wallet, Y/n walked away from her spot and traversed through the long aisles of books. She eyed a couple of interesting subjects on the way to the vending machine, saving them in her head the next time she needed a new book to read.

It didn’t take long before she spotted the bright fluorescent machine. Eying the choices, there wasn’t much. To play it safe, she got a Pepsi and quickly started to drink it.

‘I really need to start drinking more water.’ The thoughts on being healthy always came around this time, among other things. So to distract herself more, Y/n walked around the floor, hoping to do some exploring.

She was hardly a couple of meters away when Y/n saw her. Asleep on top of her books and notes, mouth slightly parted, and slightly shivering was Wanda Maximoff. The sight caused Y/n’s breathing to hitch. The grip on the bottle tightened, feeling already irritated and Wanda hadn’t even said a word.

Looking around for anyone nearby, Y/n grumbled knowing that no one else would be studying on a weekend this late at night, but of course the only two people on the campus that would be are herself and Wanda.

Y/n wanted to leave, everything from her mind and body told her to walk away and act like you didn’t see her. But how could Y/n ignore the way Wanda’s body shivered from being under the a/c? How could she ignore the way her lips twitched from reacting to a dream? How could Y/n ever ignore her?

Betraying all logic, Y/n walked to Wanda’s table. Although she wanted to wake her up, which would’ve been the nice thing to do, the large part of Y/n didn’t want Wanda to know she could be kind to her.

They’ve been at this stupid ‘race’ or ‘competition’ since freshman year ever since they took the intro to biology together. A lot of the people in the class had struggled, especially those that were not pursuing a STEM major. So when the professor made a light comment that Wanda was always first place in the class and Y/n was second, something inside them changed.

Maybe it was the way Y/n noticed how much Wanda thrived under praise or how she loved answering the professor’s questions. None of the characteristics really bothered Y/n at all and she certainly didn’t care to be second. But then more exams came and Wanda was always first and Y/n was always second.

Next came the light taunting from her friends, saying Wanda has never been beaten academically that it started to rub you the wrong way. And then came the fateful day, where Wanda had come to Y/n after class ended and asked, “Do you want help with biology?”

The question was supposed to be harmless, but it was the fact that Y/n was around with her friends who then started to chuckle and taunt the question. It felt embarrassing especially since she didn’t even suck at the subject.

So with a sore ego and hurt pride, Y/n mumbled a no and walked away as her friends howled even more. Ever since then, the two have been at it. And by the looks of it, it was not going to stop.

‘Just walk away and let her deal with it.’ The thoughts in her head were convincing. Wanda would eventually wake up and be fine. She would get up, go back to her dorm, and probably act like nothing happened.

Turning back around, Y/n almost walked away but her heart couldn’t. Sleeping alone in this lonely part of the library was not something Y/n wanted for Wanda. Looking around the table, Y/n spotted Wanda’s phone past all the humanities notes.

Grabbing it, Y/n was surprised to find that there was no passcode. ‘Maximoff, you really need to change that.’

Looking through her contacts, Y/n finally was able to find Pietro. Sending a quick ‘pick me up from the fourth floor of the library’ felt harmless. Especially since it sounded like something she would say.

Placing the phone back in its original spot, Y/n felt satisfied enough to walk away. But Wanda just had to whimper in her sleep, still shivering from the cold.

Y/n would never admit it outloud but she would have cursed Evergreen University for making their libraries so cold. Taking off her flannel, Y/n shook her head as she placed it on top of Wanda. She had plenty more in the closet, so losing one was not going to hurt.

‘I fucking hate her.’ Y/n convinced herself as she finally walked away from Wanda. The brown eyed girl got back to her table. It was useless to continue to study. Wanda was all she could think about right now.

Sighing, Y/n grabbed her phone. It was getting close to 12:30 and there was still no text from Natasha. Packing her stuff up, Y/n walked out the library at a slow place. Within a block away from the library, Pietro had jogged past Y/n, not even recognizing the girl with how dim the streetlights were.

No one else witnessed this, and once again Y/n would never admit it, but she did smile knowing Wanda was going to be okay.

Pietro could hardly make his way through the library. If we’re being honest, he kind of forgot that this library was 24/7. After scrounging through the fourth floor, he finally found Wanda asleep at her study table.

Muttering curses under his breath, he walked to her, ignoring the flannel that covered her. ‘I didn't even take that long.’ He thought to himself. Pietro had only taken around 10-15 minutes to get to her. How did she manage to fall asleep?

“Sestra.” Wanda woke up from the constant tugging on her shoulder. Grumbling a few incoherent words, she sat up, barely awake. Yawning into her hand, Pietro shook his head at the sight of Wanda. “You fell asleep studying, again?”

Wanda shrugged her shoulders, too tired to even respond. “Let's get you back to your dorm.”

As Pietro helped Wanda pack her stuff up, the brunette finally noticed the flannel on her shoulders. She snaked her arms through it, enjoying the warmth and comfort it provided.

Too tired to think, Wanda followed Pietro out of the library and to her dorm hall. It didn’t take long for them to arrive. Thankfully, Wanda didn’t have a roommate, perks of having rich parents.

Pietro had muttered a goodbye as he dropped Wanda’s bag near her desk. He flipped the lights off and closed the door.

Wanda easily slipped under the covers, flannel still on. The cologne was distinct, something her body already knew who it belonged to. But having been too tired to think, Wanda simply thought it was Pietro’s flannel.

But had she actually paid attention, she would’ve noticed the only person using this cologne was Y/n. Had she been paying attention, she would’ve noticed how much her body enjoyed having the flannel on. Had she been paying any attention, she would have noticed that the flannel was slightly too small to fit on Pietro.

And if Wanda had a bit more energy, she would have noticed that her subconscious didn’t fight the feeling of Y/n.

Almost a week has gone by since the library situation. Y/n was certain that Wanda had figured out her stunt. I mean the flannel had her initials written on the underside of the tag. But when Wanda walked into class, flannel surprisingly on, it shocked Y/n.

‘Does she seriously not know?’ During the whole lecture, Y/n could not focus. All her undivided attention was on Wanda Maximoff. The way the flannel hung off her shoulders or the way she would purposely cover her hands with the sleeves.

Every single detail was not left unnoticed. And as class ended, Wanda came over with her usual smug self. She made a comment or two, but Y/n hadn’t heard a single thing. Not when her flannel was still being worn by Wanda Maximoff.

And by the looks of it, Wanda didn’t know. It literally took Natasha shoving Y/n for the brown eyed girl to even respond. “See ya, Maximoff.”

Y/n had panicked and blanked hard. She left in such a hurry that even Wanda was confused.

“What’s up with her?” Wanda asked Natasha, but even she didn’t know.

“Okay, this has been like the 10th time you’ve looked at her in this past conversation. What’s up with you?” If Y/n could, she would leave the country at the moment. Feeling so embarrassed, Y/n thought about denying Natasha’s comment, but god she was being so obvious about it.

“I-,” Y/n sighed with her head in her hands. “I did something nice to someone I usually don’t do anything for.”

Natasha hummed as she ate her banana. She carefully looked back and noticed Wanda talking with some of her friends out on the lawn. They were too far away to even notice the pair, but it didn’t hurt to be careful.

“So you were nice to Maximoff? What’s the big deal?” It irritated Y/n that Natasha could be so nonchalant about everything. Couldn’t she clearly see why it was a big deal?

“I guess…” Y/n looked over at Wanda once more. Her smile was radiant even if she was a little far away. And the way her body tilts back every time she laughs, Y/n could have sworn that she could hear it from her spot. Or maybe it was the way her mind remembered everything about Wanda.

“It just made me think what if we were actually friends rather than…this.” Natasha could easily see this was a big deal to Y/n. However, their whole situation was rather odd. The banter and competition was just a children's game to her. No harm really came out of it.

“Well I think there’s still time to make up. Why don’t you go over there and just try to talk to her?” Y/n scoffed at Natasha’s absurdity.

“Yeah - over my dead body.”

“We’re partners.” Y/n wasn’t dead but it certainly almost felt like she was as she choked on Wanda’s comment. Quickly gaining the attention of other classmates, Y/n waved them off and regained her composure. She wiped the water from her lips and stared at the piece of paper that Wanda shoved in her face.

Team 7 - Y/n Y/l/n and Wanda Maximoff

“I told the professor that you and I could easily do this project alone, but he wasn’t having it. Apparently we need to improve our teamwork skills.” Y/n looked up and easily saw how displeased Wanda was. Using all her acting skills, Y/n did the same.

Before Y/n could say anything, Wanda commented, “Just come over to my dorm after math club. It’s at Bourbon Hall. Dorm 321.” And just like that, Y/n easily forgot all about her kindness as Wanda walked away.

The day was almost over. All Y/n had to do was enjoy another meeting at math club, be civil with Wanda, and then go to sleep. Although she didn’t necessarily want to do it in that order, duty called.

Y/n was about to enter the room for math club until Lily stumbled in front of her with urgent eyes. “Hey Y/n, Dean Holloway wants to see you.”

“Do you know why?” The Dean never had random meetings with students. Generally, students would pop up to him with issues. Not the other way around.

Lily shook her head no with a small frown. “Sorry, he didn’t say.” Looking over the math club, Y/n could see that Wanda had already arrived. There was never an instance where Y/n wasn’t at a meeting, but knowing Wanda, she could handle it like a pro.

“Okay, can you tell Wanda that I’ll be late and to start off without me?” Y/n adjusted her backpack.

“Sure thing, I’ll let her know.” Y/n gave Lily a small smile before walking away.

Their banter was supposed to be a children's game, simple, harmless. Nothing was supposed to come out of it. But the look in Y/n’s eyes told a different story. Her thoughts flooded with insecurities as the conversation she had with the Dean replayed.

“Thank you for coming at such short notice Y/n. I wanted to see you before your current meeting with math club.”

Y/n hadn’t gone back to attend math club. It meant seeing Wanda, the very last person she wanted to see at all. She knew that the brunette would already be pissed at her being late, but it was better to avoid that conversation entirely.

“I’m going to cut to the chase since you’re a very busy student. By the board, new requirements have been added to your scholarship effective immediately.”

“What are they?” There was no letter or notice coming from the school about her scholarship so this must have been a very recent decision. The Dean was unable to look Y/n in the eye as he recalled the meeting. He looked stiff and strained, something that was easy to notice.

“For the upcoming math club state competition, the school is requiring that you and your group must achieve first place. There is no tolerance for anything less than that.”

Y/n could remember the silence being deafening. She didn’t know what to say. The whole reason she was even at Evergreen University was due to her full ride. And for the board to randomly put that on the line felt so targeted.

Y/n tried to beg for an explanation as to why the board decided this. Wasn’t she a great enough student? Regardless, Dean Holloway was useless. He couldn’t give her a single reason as to why they decided to implement this. Essentially making Y/n deal with it herself.

For a minute, Y/n allowed herself to dream about first place. It felt plausible, but as her phone buzzed in her bed, reality came back. Right on the screen it said Wanda Maximoff. Not wanting to speak, Y/n let the phone ring until it hit voicemail. Before she could have her moment of peace, a harsh set of knocks were at her door.

Figuring it was Natasha forgetting her key again, Y/n slowly got up. “Coming - coming.” Not bothering to check the peephole, Y/n opened the door, her eyes landed on her.

The girl who knew every answer to every question. The girl who hasn’t left Y/n’s mind since freshman year. The girl who was the reason she was second.

“Not going to the meeting is one thing, but ditching our plans is another.” Wanda passed Y/n up, allowing herself to enter without permission. She sat down at Y/n’s desk, immediately spouting out ideas about their project.

But as Y/n stared at Wanda, she couldn’t help but think, ‘You’re the reason I will never be first.’

And that made it real. It was no longer a children’s game. This was a competition. And Wanda Maximoff was going to have to lose.

Chapter 2

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alexwilltellyouthings · 20 hours

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Ok I have so many thoughts about painland ending up canon or not and I. Just.

Listen I AGREE that their bond goes beyond being romantic or not. It's obvious, it's beautiful, I love it and I love them and their friendship and I truly do think it is important that media has this kind of relationship portrayed.

But.

I would be lying if I said I wouldn't be disappointed if it doesn't turn romantic. It involves a lot of things.

1: I want Edwin to have that. He'll still be happy without it, yes, but god can't he have that? He's been through so much. He had a speedrun through his sexuality issues and confessed in hell. Like wtf. Can't he have that???

2. Bisexual Charles would actually be so important to me. And yeah he can be bi and not in love with Edwin but come on lol. The thing is, there's not many bi men in media. Even less bi men figuring out their bisexuality. Even less bi men figuring out their sexuality when they were raised in the 80s and knowing their best friend is in love. Do you see how many layers exist here? How amazing his story could be? Charles has so much we still don't know about him. And yes, I would like that one of those things could be something I relate to. Besides trauma. Call me selfish. And like he's so bisexual coded it would be offensive for him to be straight I'm sorry.

3. They exist in other universes. Let them be platonic there. Let them be romantic this one time.

4. I know falling in love with a straight person is a very common story and I don't think it's wrong for it to happen in a show, but honestly, it's not what I sign up for when I'm watching queer stuff. Think Our Flag Means Death. It probably changed my brain chemistry because anything less than that gets really hard to swallow. I know, we all have queerbaiting trauma, and I know this wouldn't be the case, and it never claimed to be something as queer as OFMD. But I got so attached that... Well, I wouldn't stop watching if this happens, but it wouldn't sit well with me. It's a bitter feeling, you know?

5. They didn't have anything be explicit, but come on, they did set us up. Charles got jealous at Monty, and only Monty, for that matter. I wouldn't say his thing with the Cat King is necessarily jealousy, more like protectiveness, but that can be disputable. And both George and Jayden said more than once that Charles' response to the confession let things open. So I mean if that door wasn't closed, then please don't close it now! The road until things happen can be long, dramatic, tortuous, whatever, there's many ways to tell a love story. But if I'm sitting for it, then I don't want to get shot in the face later on (unless it's for plot reasons which ok).

6. Have I mentioned that bisexual Charles

Anyway I feel kinda bad for wishing so much they get romantic because I see and agree with the whole platonic discourse. But yeah those are all the reasons why I can't stop myself. Have a good day everyone

#dead boy detectives #dbd #edwin paine #edwin payne #charles rowland #payneland #painland #chedwin

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toomanywatchers · 2 days

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How Steven Lim Impacted Me Growing Up:

I may have joined the Watcher fandom about a year ago, but I have known Steven since the early days of BuzzFeed. That's right, I have always been a Worth It guy since Season 2 if my memory is correct. I have been a fan of food content as some of the many reality TV shows I would watch with my family growing up were competitive food shows a la Gordon Rasmey shows. The thing that differed me from the rest of my family is that I would indulge in YouTube content more than traditional media.

That is why I believe middle-school-me was inclined to click on my first Worth It video; “$17 Fried Chicken Vs. $500 Fried Chicken”. Though I clicked for the visually satisfying display of fried chicken-based dishes, I stayed for a completely different reason. Steven not only crafted a well-organized show while displaying a fun dynamic with his coworkers, and might I add his close friends- Andrew Ilnyckyj and Adam Bianchi- Steven also made a show beyond food and getting to share those experiences with friends;

He made a show to exhibit a wide range of cultures and traditions among various backgrounds masked by the concept of food/cooking for others. Covering a wide range of foods while also traveling to different countries to experience the culture face-to-face, and sharing these experiences with the world via YouTube. For me, a kid mainly watching people goof off while playing video games with each other, a show with so much substance should have not captured my attention at that age, but it did.

Now that I am an adult (of sorts), my appreciation for what Steven has made with Worth It has just blossomed into something real with meaning, and understanding. That same love and appreciation for Steven has tied over into Watcher when I realized he was one of the 3 CEOs of the company. Where, might I add, I see him coming out of his shell even more with Shane and Ryan and ultimately having the creative freedom to make what he wants to make, and make it how he wants to make it.

With the fact that he can create whatever now, Steven still bases his shows on a deeper meaning in understanding all the sides of various people.

Family. Passion. Love. Appreciation. Learning. -and- Experiencing.

Not only are his shows based on this deeper meaning, but he has also shown his selflessness by helping raise money for many charities and speaking out for the Asian and LGBTQ+ community. Let’s never forget too that he put the burden of dealing with the business side of Watcher and putting aside his creative wishes to make sure the company stays afloat. He has done so much for us, the fans, and the one thing this man deserves is our respect.

Steven Lim is truly an amazing guy from what I can see/what others close to him say on his behalf. Along with the few conversations I've been granted to have with him in the obeaver chat on the Wiscord. Steven cares about Watcher so much, and it shows. He has truly inspired me, along with the rest of team Watcher, to push and create. To push myself outside of my comfort zone to better myself as a creative individual, and all in all inspired me to take the leap and actually pursue my dreams in video production.

I hope Steven knows how much the fans love and appreciate everything he does for us, and I hope that one day I can say all of this and more to him in person.

We love you Steven Lim, and we are excited for what you continue to make for us all! <3

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sunnywalnut · 13 hours

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Finished watching Dead Boy Detectives. Here are my honest thoughts.

-If you're going into it expecting another Good Omens, stop. Our protagonists are all minors. Teenagers. They cuss, they have total dirty mouths and sexual humor, but they are not eternal beings pretending to be middle aged men. They're ghosts. Dead Boys, if you will. Also this might be a stretch, but I'm assuming from the slightly less good CGI that the budget for this series was a LOT less than what it was for GO

-Edwin is kind of a dick in the first episode. But it's okay. Because character growth is swag.

-REALISTIC CHARACTER GROWTH!!! I liked Edwin a LOT more during the second episode BECAUSE of the character growth. And honestly? It's completely natural that bro is more than a little prickly after only being able to trust one guy for an extremely long time. Fair enough my guy. Carry on.

- this show kinda has Nimona vibes. If that makes sense. Witty humor, somewhat sexual dialogue, funny moments during serious times, though geared towards a younger audience. If you like those kinds of things, you will like this, I'm sure of it.

- In the early episodes, the pacing/character relationships feel a little off??? I'm not sure if that was because I was expecting another Good Omens or what. But after 2-3 episodes, the dust quickly settled and we got into the actual storyline. Which was extremely appreciated✨

-these villains are FUCKED up. I'm telling you. They are HORRIFIC. Had me squirming and cringing through their intense scenes. And gosh. That was a TRIP.

-TY TENANT PLAYS THE MAIN GUY EDWIN!!!! And he plays him WELL. I did not realize this going in to the show and thought his face was VERY familiar. Only after I looked it up did I realize why. He's our sassy son of Job. (EDIT: turns out Ty plays the Doom Patrol version. Not the one on Netflix. My bad! They do look pretty similar though, so ykw. Great casting. Also my point still stands. This guy is a pretty fuckin awesome actor. 10/10)

-Cat King is such a wild card holy SHIT.

-Charles is cute as fuck. His backstory HURTS. But also. I love the way his ears look. Like in the pictures that I saw of him they were of when the Cat King impersonated him so I was like oh chill. So he's got pointed ears bc feline but NOPE. He's just like that!! And honestly? Slay. I fuckin love it.

-oh did I mention tragic backstories???? Yeah we got those :D for everyone :D

-Niko is the best and I love her. Also I love how the letters on her desk are written in Japanese. That is a VERY nice touch of character building.

-hot butcher lady with throat tattoo

All in all. A truly delightful series and I genuinely hope it gets another season because I NEED to know what happens next. My little sister LOVED it and the ending had us all staring open mouthed at the TV screen in shock.

This 15yo girl is literally ranting my ear off, having adventures with the Dead Boys in her dreams and chatting with me about it, searching up fanfics and drawing fanart, the whole shabang. And it is DIFFICULT for this girl to get into shows like this. So honestly? This is perfect. Thank you, Neil. For giving us a whole other banger.

That being said. If anybody else has some younger siblings that are around 15-17 and are looking for shows to binge watch together, this is the perfect one. I'm telling you, you will NOT regret it (except maybe emotionally)

Thoroughly recommend.

#dead boy detectives #dead boy detective agency #netflix series #neil gaiman #series recommendation #series review #dead boy detectives review

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What the Lost Boys think of vampire related media pt.2

After your last vamp media talk you had more questions you absolutely needed the answers to. Some of those answers came more naturally than you thought.

What we do in the Shadows:

-This is their absolute favorite show. It's just something they can all sit down to watch and get a nice laugh.

-David was actually the one that suggested it to the group

-He thinks it's about as close to what being a really vampire is like.

-You brought up your last conversation about why no vampire media could be so close to the real thing and he quickly responded with “Vampires are made up to be these gross demon creatures with no self control, when in fact most vampires were just normal humans going about their life.”

-He knew that no one in this show actually knows any vampires because of inconsistencies, but it's as close to it as they can all get without having to kill anyone for it.

-”Are you off your tits, boy?” “He is.”

-Paul quotes the show all the damn time (And so do the others but he is the main culprit.)

-you actually can't get him to stop

-”I became a vampire to suck blood and to fuck forever.”

-”No fuck off. Can't be side tracked with cheap sex potions.”

-Need an answer to any questions? Paul will respond with “Coprophilia.”

-Marko is giggling at Paul's quotes and answers with his own

-”Pizza pie” :D

-”He's my sweet cheese!”

-”She speaks the bullshit.”

-His favorite character is Nadja of course

-You have to pry him away from the T.V if you need him to do something else

-Dwayne will stop whatever he's doing if you offer to watch WWDITS with him

-He loves the historical references and gags

-He relates to Guillermo most of the time, being one of the voices of reason in his Chaos Coven

-”i was thinking w-” “we should finish each other off and tell no one?” “I’m game if you are.” ✨Spooky music✨

•This show is permanently engraved into their brain

•You can take the boys out of WWDITS but you can not take the WWDITS out of the boys

Hotel Transylvania:

-Paul squints at the T.V “This has to be a crime to watch.”

-Dwayne without turning away from the T.V “Dracula is going to go ape shit when he sees this “

-David eats his popcorn slowly “at least there is other monsters in this movie.”

-Marko is giggling at the Blob and Scream Cheese “I fucking love kids movies.”

-All of them hated the village scene though.

Kid vampire:

-They all watch it because Laddie wanted them too

-All you can hear for the next few days is “Kid Vampire!” in that accent

-David and Dwayne thought the bogger nose bleed drink was absolutely disgusting.

-Like to the point the both gagged.

-Paul thinks it a cute little project

-Marko likes how they say ‘blood’

-Dwayne uses the song “Vampire brush” to get Laddie to brush his teeth

Monster High:

-Marko and Paul sing the theme song semi consistently

-”Monster-monster high! monster high! monster-monster high! Freaky, sheek, and fly, monster high, where student bodies lay.”

-”We got spirits, yes we do! We got spirits, how bout you!?”

-This is another show they all watch with Laddie

-David isn't a raving fan, but he can stand it

-”Draculaura is a bit of a lazy name.” “Clawdeen wolf? Lagona blue? Cleo De Nile? Everyone has a lazy name because it's a kids show!”

-Dwayne is secretly into it and asks Laddie to watch it with him so he has an excuse

Thanks for reading <3

Yes I saw the comment you wanted me to see. Don't think I was ignoring you, I just had to find other media to talk about. (I stalk my own page like a Hyena. It's a little sad tbh lmao)

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I just found your blog, and you are spot on with your observations. Everything about the NY trip screamed fake and awkward - at best.

This is not how a man who is genuinely having a child behaves, especially not one who has waited this long for the right partner to have children with. It is definitely not how a gentleman who is remotely interested in a woman would treat her, let alone the mother of his child. Same with the Argylle London premiere. (Are we going to ignore the fact that she tried to draw his attention to her cleavage and asked him flat out about her boobs ON THE carpet in Korea? I mean… is he not your BF with whom you live, etc? Didn’t y’all get ready together? Why are you trying to score points with him IN PUBLIC using your boobs? Actually, aren’t you supposedly carrying his baby? Lol… why are you trying so hard sis? How desperate are you? With the forced cold af kiss you caught him off-guard with on top of it? Anyways, I digress…)

To add onto your analysis, I believe the issue with this “couple” goes deeper than the smoke and mirrors we are trying to see through. This is about to be long, please bear with me.

To me HC was acting more like someone who was trying to keep his head out of the water whilst trying to act “normal” in a hostile environment. I think that what is going on behind the scenes is deeply serious and that somehow Henry is just trying to do his best to not completely crumble under the pressure.

No man with half a brain will watch his entire life’s work crumble before his own eyes, let alone willingly contribute to it, and that’s exactly what has happened to HC ever since a certain someone entered his life.

Not only did he seem distant and stressed in NYC, he seemed very anxious too. He wore glasses whenever he could for his eyes not to show, and was seen without them only when necessary (red carpet, press, etc.). Wouldn’t he want the whole world to see his excitement for the great news? Or was he trying to hide the lack thereof? He was very distant and protective of his personal space the entire time: with the media, with the fans, and (weirdly enough, but as you pointed out) with her. In the past he always managed to remain visibly courteous and warm with others around him despite her being there and him having to act like he cares about her for a few photographs, but not this time. He seemed to be “on his guard”.

A mere 5 days before their pap walk “reveal”, there was an article of them on “date night” on DailyMail but within the article itself there was no photo of them together in the same frame AT ALL. Actually, the photos showed that they had different drivers, different cars, and were in different places all together. If you go back to look at the actual pictures inside the article, you will notice that. He didn’t even bother to pretend to be out on location for a supposed date night 5 days prior, but somehow we are expected to believe that he is happily fathering her child within less than a week between both events? What changed in 5 days? Why the kardashian-like “reveal” when you’ve spent 3 years trying to convince us that you are a “private” couple? Who orchestrated that? From the looks of Henry all through, it definitely wasn’t him.

Also, The PR stunt in NY has been followed by what feels like a smearing campaign of HC’s name in the press: the repeated articles on his failing career; James Gunn flat out lying about the fact that hd had never pretended Henry was going to continue as superman as if we didn’t all read those tweets; the Tiffany Haddish story that when you really read in detail says absolutely nothing interesting or concrete about Henry as a person but is great for bad headlines, etc. Who did Henry piss off that is trying to get back at him?

It has been a solid at least 2 years that he has not been seen in public without his body guard there, including on set, and on supposed romantic “date nights”. Is he scared of her? Certainly if it’s just the two of you going out on your own privately then you wouldn’t need a bodyguard there. It’s not like he is Micheal Jackson or they are the Carters who would need 24/7 security because of their star power. It’s almost as if he doesn’t trust the people around him, not even his own supposed GF to just be out and about in town without needing another set of eyes watching over his environment.

His brother Nik was seen with him exiting the hotel the day after the “pregnancy” pap walk, and I believe that he was there to provide emotional support and be one of the only ones he could rely upon in his direct environment because his family hardly ever travels with him for premieres outside of the UK.

I think that he is/was under some kind of threat and that would be the only reason why he would watch a nobody like that woman come into his life and ruin his name, career and twenty years of hard work and getting along with it.

Hollywiod usually does not bully its own “people” despite how horrible they have been legally proven to be (insert a certain actor who played The Flash). So I think he has gone against the wave in some way or another and is paying the price for it, but somehow cannot really “fight it” publicly because of the repercussions it would have privately on his life and that of his family.

With the things that are coming to light about this industry (insert the recent Diddy revelations, Cassie’s lawsuit claims, the lawsuit against his son too, etc.), I believe the truth will eventually be revealed in time but this is where I stand right now. Something is way off than just a PR relationship.

Sharing this so people see I’m not alone in my beleifs.

#henry cavill #natalie viscuso #hollywood #opinion #relationship #the witcher #celebrity #celebrity gossip #actor #superman

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A New Member

(Space Riders AU by @onyxonline)

North Heat, captain of the Rangers, was walking down the hallway of the academy, walking besides him was a magpie who was explaining the place. About how they house trainees and keep them here till they turned 20 and graduate.

"So, what made you consider getting a trainee, Mr. North?" The magpie asked.

"Well, my crew and I were thinking about getting another member for our team. We tried looking for any other Space Riders available, looking for a team to join but...there were none." North Heat explained.

"I see. Well, I'm sure you'll find the perfect trainee here that will be a part of your team." The magpie said. “I have one in mind, but uh….I’m not sure if they’ll be a good addition to your crew or not.”

“Really? Who?” North Heat said.

“Ehhhh…..Zane.” The magpie said reluctantly.

“You uh…didn’t sound happy there.” North Heat said. “Is he not good?”

“It’s…not that. It’s just….Zane can be a little…aggressive.” The magpie replied. “He got into fights, though it only happened like…3 times…but it left him a bad reputation among the other trainees. He’s a little scary…”

“But! But, the reason why I suggested him is because I think he can be a great Space Rider, with someone giving him proper training and helping him with his powers.” She adds.

“He has powers?” North Heat said.

“Yeah. Electricity powers. Almost caused a blackout in the training building.” The magpie said.

North Heat puts a hand on his chin, thinking about this. After a few minutes, he says "Can you take me to him?"

North Heat follows the magpie who takes him to the dorm and room that Zane was staying in. The magpie knocked on the door.

"Zane? It's me, Ms. Delilah." The magpie, Delilah, spoke.

A few seconds of silence passed before Zane spoke through the door. "Come in." He said.

Delilah opens the door and sees Zane sitting on his bed, looking at the wall of his room.

Zane faces Delilah. "What do you want?" He asked, tone and look deadpan.

"There's someone who wants to see you. Someone that's a Space Rider Captain." Delilah said, letting Zane see North Heat.

"Hey there, buddy. Name's North Heat, but you can call me North for short." North Heat introduces himself to the blue wolf.

Zane just gives him an unimpressed look. He then looks at Delilah.

“What does he want?” Zane asked.

“W-Well, uh…His crew’s looking for another member to join them. They tried looking for an official Space Rider to join them but they were all taken. So…Mr. North’s here to take in a trainee.” Delilah said.

“Ms. Delilah recommended you and I think you’ll fit right in our team!” North Heat said, smiling to show Zane that’s he’s good.

Zane just looked at them, still not looking impressed. He then looked back at the wall.

“Yeah, he’s not a….people person.” Delilah said.

“Hmm…Is it alright if I talked with him alone?” North Heat said.

“H-Huh? Uh…sure but, I don’t know if it’ll help.” Delilah said.

“Won’t know until you try.” North Heat said.

“….Okay. I’ll uh…be in my office…Uh…go there if you need me.” Delilah said before quickly walking off, leaving North and Zane by themselves.

North watched as Zane kept staring at the wall. “So uh…heard you got a little violent here.” North said.

“…” Zane just stared at the wall.

“That ain’t a good thing to do, kiddo. Especially when you do it towards your fellow trainees.” North said.

“Fellow? We ain’t friends.” Zane said.

“Never said you were. But I’m saying that you shouldn’t go get all aggressive and start fights like that.” North said.

“Those jerks started it. They were looking for a way to rile me up. They were the ones who were looking for a fight.” Zane said.

“And yet, you were the one who initiated it.” North Heat said.

Zane gritted his teeth, growling a little bit. North wasn’t fazed by this and instead sighed. “Look, I’m not saying I defend them, I’m just saying that letting violence solve your problems can lead you down a bad path.”

This actually makes Zane’s ears go up a bit, the wolf was no longer baring his fangs nor growling anymore.

“…So why are you choosing me to be in your crew? I doubt I’d be a good addition to it.” Zane said.

“Well, I think you will. And Ms. Delilah thinks so too.” North said. “We just gotta work out your…violent way of solving problems.”

“…But what about your crew mates? What will they think of me?” Zane asked.

“It’s gonna take some time. But they’ll see that you're amazing!" North said.

"You really think I'd be a great Space Rider?" Zane asked.

"Not just think. I know you will." North replied.

North Heat- @north-heats-stronghold

Merrit- @fishy0bishy

Jaz- fanofanythingsblog (account deactivated on here)

Zelda & Sparky- @fandomssvetlanafrom

Sunny- @novalizinpeace

Zane and Delilah belong to me.

#art #poppy playtime #poppy playtime smiling critters #space riders au #smiling critters #smiling critters oc #smiling critters au

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Love Don't Lie

Joe Elliott x Reader

A/N: This was a collaboration with @littlemissheavenonearth, I hope you all love it <3

Joe Elliott.

There were many words I’d use to describe him. He was a loudmouth, a know it all, a bit cocky, and overall just irritating. I got a headache just thinking about him. It was as if he got a kick out of seeing me get all riled up over him.

Of course luck would have it that I’d be his next door neighbor. I had the absolute joy of knowing him since I was seven, when my family first moved into the neighborhood. My luck didn’t seem to want to end, because it turned out both our fathers went way back, from when they were in primary school. Those two thought it was the greatest thing that we lived next door to each other. They would always go on and on about how we’d “carry on the family tradition and best best friends.” That couldn’t have been any further from the truth.

From the beginning we got off on the wrong foot, which didn’t help.

“Do you like football?” he asked with clear excitement laced in his voice.

“It’s alright, but I much prefer netball.”

“That game’s for sissies.”

I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at him.

From then on there was always one little offhand comment or another from him. He always felt the need to voice any and all of his opinions to me. That got old, and fast. We disagreed on just about everything. Constantly fighting like cats and dogs from the moment we met at seven up until we turned sixteen.

Every time he’d come over he either bother the hell out of me or give me the silent treatment, which I actually preferred. I couldn’t even escape him in the comfort of my own home when he wasn’t hanging around. Being next door neighbors in a terraced house there was never any peace. His bedroom was situated right next to mine, and I swear it was his life's mission to make as much noise as humanly possible. I couldn’t count the number of times I had banged my hand against my bedroom wall, hoping he would turn his music off or down at the very least.

In school he was a bit better and we ignored each other the best we could, considering we had multiple classes together. He did try to strike up a few conversations every once in a while, which I for the most part would shut down.

Without looking away from the teacher he half whispered to me, “We’ve got a test today?”

“Yeah, I thought you knew. Since you seem to know everything else.”

“Oh don’t even start with me Y/N.”

“Is there a problem you two?” Our English teacher asked.

“No-”

“Yes.”

“Sorry sir,” I said with a fake smile, “Everything’s alright,” I added, getting the final word in after he had tried to cut me off.

Throughout the years our parents would always have us hang out, since they were convinced we were best buds. As we got older, anytime our parents wanted us to hang out we’d make an agreement to pretend to go out, only to immediately abandon each other to go on our own separate ways until we had to go back to our respective families. There was one day though that was different.

I watched as my fathers car took off down the street and out of sight.

“You can go now,” I told him.

I glanced over at him to see that he hadn’t moved from his spot on the couch.

“Eh, I don’t really feel like it,” Joe said, kicking his feet up and resting his hands behind his head, making himself more comfortable.

“Since when?”

He replied with a smile, “Since now I guess.”

I sighed in defeat, knowing there was no point in trying to get him to leave now.

“Fine. I don’t want you bothering me though.”

I eventually headed upstairs to my room, which he quickly followed behind. I couldn’t tell if he was following me around just so he could be a nuisance or not. He stayed there in my room with me for the whole duration of our hang out.

We both mostly kept to ourselves, but every now and again he’d ask me different questions.

Joe looked through my records before asking, “You like Queen?”

Barely glancing up from my book I nodded, “Yeah, who doesn't?”

He held out my copy of Sheer Heart Attack to see, “Can I put it on?”

My demeanor towards him slightly changed as I flashed him a quick smile,“Sure.”

That was one of the very first days I felt like we actually got somewhat along. I didn’t seem to mind having him around. For once I didn’t feel like ripping my hair out by the time he had left. It felt a bit weird after that, knowing in the back of my mind how normally I couldn’t stand him.

But there are some exceptions. Over the years I’ve noticed Joe getting bullied for his personality. Now don’t get me wrong, I hate the guy, but a guy in our art class one day made fun of Joe’s band posters. I think it might have been a Thursday afternoon, like the second to last class of the day. I was sitting in the back of the class sketching humans. I wasn’t good at drawing, but it was a fun thing to do.

Joe loved music, rock n’ roll specifically and he wanted to make something related to that as an art project for class. He made band posters of famous bands and one band I hadn’t heard of before, “Deaf Leopard” I think it was. I’m not gonna lie, that band name did not sound bad. That Thursday afternoon, Joe was finishing up his “Deaf Leopard” poster, like final touches or something, I try my best to not pay attention to him.

“Your music posters are lame,” I heard someone say.

The Joe I know would respond quickly with a retort, but this Joe remained quiet. He was looking down at his poster.

“What? Are you gonna cry?” Teased a friend of the guy.

This was getting on my nerves, so I stood up. “Hey!” I yelled from the back of the classroom, yeah, it got the attention of everybody, they all turned their heads, “What’s your problem?”

“You’re really gonna let a girl stand up for you?” Joe just watched what I was gonna do.

“And you’re really just gonna stand here making fun of my boyfriend’s drawings? ‘Cause that’s lame of you.” I honestly did not care that I called Joe my boyfriend, I didn’t try any other ways, but this seemed like the only way to get the arsehole to piss off.

I definitely think that the guy had other things to say, but instead of saying them, he and his friends just walked away. And by then, class had ended, Joe and I decided to walk to our next class together.

“Hey, thanks for stickin’ up for me,”

“No need to thank me, Joe. I’m only stickin’ up for ya ‘cause you’re an incredible artist. They’re jealous. Honestly, I’m jealous too.”

“Nah, I’ve seen your art. It’s incredible.”

“Thanks.”

We made it to our next class, science. Joe sat in the second to last row and I sat behind him in the last row.

“Welcome, children.” Said Mr. Smith, our science teacher,, “We are gonna be doing a lab today.” As usual, the students groaned.

Mr. Smith began telling us which groups we were gonna be in. “Joe, Y/N, you two will be a group.” Of course we are. We got up and went to our lab. I poured water into one of the graduated cylinders and then put it on the scale.

“Joe, could you tell me how much the water weighs?”

“Uh, according to the scale, it weighs about 10 grams.”

I nodded and wrote it down in my notebook. What we did most of the class was observe how the temperature of the water changed depending on the type of salt that was put in it. It wasn’t all that interesting, I prefer biology over chemistry.

“Alright, thanks everyone for today’s class. See you all tomorrow.” I usually walked out of the classroom to leave the school as fast as I could so that I could get away from Joe. Something in me made me stop this time, I stopped to wait for Joe and I have no clue why.

“Are you waiting for me?” He asked.

“Yeah…” I hesitated, supposedly embarrassed by this. He had a knowing smirk on his face, but how could he possibly know, if I don’t know why I waited for him. We walked out of the school and in the direction of our houses. I usually walk on the sidewalk, but Joe wanted to take this path in the forest that rarely anyone ever goes on.

“I got a question for you, Y/N.”

“Yes?”

“Why did you call me your boyfriend in art class today?”

Heat rushed to my cheeks quickly and I wanted to hide. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

I tried, but Joe saw right through me. “Y/N, don’t lie to me.”

“I wasn’t lying, I had no idea what came over me.”

Joe frowned at my response, like he wanted to hear something else. “Are you sure? The Y/N know would never call me her boyfriend. In fact, Y/N hates me. Do I hate her?” He paused and looked into my eyes, I looked back at him too, waiting for an answer to the question, “No, no I do not. In fact, I never have. We were just so different and it was so difficult for us to get along that I managed to convince myself that we hated each other.”

The way he said those words was so powerful. It really got me thinking.

“I hated you because I thought you hated me…”

He stepped closer to me and took my hands in his, “Joe, I felt an emotion for you that is actually the opposite of hate. And for a very long time too.”

He leaned down a little bit so he was closer to my height, “What if I told you that I feel the same way?”

“Can you prove it to me?” I smirked, he nodded and lifted me up.

My legs wrapped around his waist and my arms wrapped around his neck. Then, we both leaned in at the same time and kissed. After years of convincing ourselves that we were enemies, it all comes down to this.

I won’t deny that Joe is the love of my life, except when our parents ask, then we’ll both deny it, but I don’t mind holding his hand while walking to class or lightly kissing on our walks back home.

I love you, Joseph.

#and thanks again rocksy this was super fun to make!!💗💗#Love don't lie #Kris' and Rocksy's works #joe elliott fanfic #joe elliott fanfiction #joe elliott one shot #joe elliott x reader #def leppard fanfiction #joe elliott #def leppard

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