#i was ranting at my dad about how pissed i am that the US has essentially killed the payphone because we have smartphones
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It is my sincerest and unironic belief that we must invest in preserving "old technology." The more we move to a hegemonic, easily-surveilled way of living, the worse we will find this world to be.
Letters, public phones and transport, cash, and so much more are key to ensuring both freedom of movement and information, but also to combat the surveillance state. We need to preserve the ability to both access the world but also to be untraceable. I truly hope more people start to recognize this. It isn't about nostalgia for the past. It is about ensuring that we are actually afforded freedom, from the richest person to the person who lives on the sidewalk.
#politics#i was ranting at my dad about how pissed i am that the US has essentially killed the payphone because we have smartphones#imagine killing letters because 'oough we have email though!!!'#i'm sure people advocate for abolishing mail (and i have seen it firsthand) but i don't agree with it#we must preserve freedom of movement and information and that includes making it as accessible and public as possible imo#i do not want to live in a world wherein my smartphone is both what i MUST rely on but it is also traceable 24/7/52/365#'if you're innocent you have nothing to hide' is a fucking cop-out to permit a surveillance state by the way#it is flawed logic and i think that logic is part of the reason we got to this point#'why do you need cash? that's kind of suspicious to not LET people trace your purchases' like come ON
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Jupiter is often referred to as the star that failed. Max thinks about that, sometimes, when they're racing and he's just passed Daniel on track. He can look in his rearview mirrors and see the little three on the AlphaTauri—Daniel, in a shitty car he outperforms every weekend, and Max, already set for the podium.
When Max is particularly bored, he rewatches old races from 2014, ‘16, ‘18 and thinks about it, unbidden—how if Lewis and Max simply didn't exist, it might’ve been Daniel on the top step at the very end of the season. Daniel fighting for titles and wins, not letting anyone keep the 1st place cap on their head long enough to mess up their hair. If he'd just been a little quicker, a little more ruthless; if he'd stuck around long enough for the Honda engine, the RB19. If Daniel had just been a fraction of a second better.
Then Max feels bad for ever thinking such a thing. Not because it isn’t true, but because it sounds like something his dad would say.
Jos used to buy Max magazines full of interviews by Senna, Prost, Mansell. He said they were full of stars. He laughed at Max when they got home after Zandvoort in 2011, back when Max was still in karting and Daniel was just starting out in F1, and Max had said: "I want to be just like him."
That Christmas Jos bought Max a poster of Nigel Piquet and said, "This is the type of man you should be looking up to." Max hung it up on his ceiling that night and stared at it. He had thought, privately, that if Piquet was a star then he must have been one of those small stars, the ones that you can’t really see from Earth without a telescope. Daniel was closer, brighter. Sun-like.
He tore down the poster the next morning.
Jos was right, of course, to steer Max towards more successful heroes. Jos would never point to Daniel's article in GQ Sports and tell Max he's looking at a star. Daniel smiles at him, though, on the paddock and off, and it feels like sunshine.
He tells Daniel as much during the summer break, in Daniel's Monaco apartment, tipsy off some expensive wine Max can't even pronounce the name of.
"Jupiter is a very stupid planet," Max is ranting, unreasonably pissed about it. "You know, it has ninety-five moons? The fuck does it need ninety-five moons for? Stupid." He chugs another sip of wine, straight from the bottle. Daniel does the same.
"Jupiter?" Daniel muses after he swallows, less inebriated than Max but still drunk enough to have begun sitting on the couch upside down. The top of his skull almost touches the floor. "Mate, don't diss Jupiter like that. Space gets lonely, maybe."
Max snorts. "It is a planet, Daniel, it does not get lonely. It should just have one moon, or no moons. It is not very loyal."
"It is a planet, Maximus, it cannot be loyal," Daniel says back to him, snarky, in a high-pitched voice and a bad Dutch accent.
"Is that supposed to be me?" He shoves at him, accidentally causing Daniel's head to bang against the floor. Whatever. He deserves it. "Name one good thing about Jupiter."
Daniel shrugs as best as he can. "Biggest planet in our solar system or whatever the fuck. Why are we talking about Jupiter again?"
"Because it is awful, and my dad is not correct." Daniel laughs, at that.
"What? Does your dad, like, love Jupiter or something?"
Max points, accusatory. "See, that is exactly the point! He does not love Jupiter! In fact, he is awful about Jupiter!"
Max can almost see the gears in Daniel's head grind together slowly. "Then why are you dissing Jupiter?"
Max groans. His thoughts make less and less sense the more he goes on. "I am not, of course, dissing Jupiter. I am simply pointing out the fact that Jupiter is not a star and you, obviously, are a star." He's getting lost in his own, brilliant analogy.
Daniel says, "Oh yeah, Maxy?" He has his stupid smile on, the one that Max knows means he thinks Max is crazy but will indulge him anyway. "Well it's very nice that you think so."
"Of course I think so," Max scoffs, perfectly serious. He hates that he can't really look Daniel in the eye, sitting right-side-up. He opts to sit like Daniel, head towards the floor and legs slung over the back of the couch, so he can stare directly at him. "I am being serious."
"Well, I'm serious about that Jupiter shit. Best planet ever. Number one Jupiter defender, right here," Daniel slurs, pointing at himself and flashing his brilliant, sun-warm smile.
Max can't help but smile too.
"You are very stupid," he says, and it sounds like something else. "I am trying to tell you that I think you—you." He flushes, cutting himself off and looking away from Daniel, up towards the ceiling.
"Ah, whatever Maxy. You just can't accept Jupiter's superiority."
Max tries one last time, to make him understand. "Jupiter is called the star that failed," he says, trying to prove something.
Daniel is looking at him, he can feel it. His stare burns a hole in the side of Max's head. "I'm okay with that," he says, suddenly very very soft. "Jupiter's the biggest planet in the solar system. He's got a whole ninety-five moons."
"But he is not a star," Max scowls.
Daniel smiles again, smaller. Kinder. "He gets to orbit a star. He gets to be the biggest planet, and orbit a fucking star, the best star in the universe. That's a pretty sweet deal if you ask me."
Max shakes his head and says, "You are unbelievable." He reaches over to grab Daniel's stupid face and kiss him, and promptly falls off the couch.
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okay so-
on the discord i was scrolling through past convos in a desperate search for a link that i've seen before, and i came across another one of your and fsinger's aus starring Michael👀
It was like a Kronos Wins/Time-Travels AU where Michael, Thalia, Bianca, Nico, and Hazel are the MCs and I was like !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
and then when the first main plotpoint was basically Michael going "SAVE MY DAD" my FIRST thought was that one Puss In Boots: The Last Wish scene;
Michael, about Apollo: I will save you!
Every other god, suffering in Tartarus: Save us too!
Michael: ...if it's convenient!
like. gnawing on this au rn. i gnaw on all of your aus. this one and the Lee Lives/Apollo Becomes Mortal/BotL Au are officially my favs (Eclipse at this point is basically canon to me lol)
but yeah. I know this au has a BUNCH of beloved characters die, which would have admittedly upset me like, three years ago, but now?
now i merely eagerly rub my hands as my brain imagines how this scenario goes down eheheehhe
Ah yes, this AU! Not one I've thought about in a while, but still a fun one!
Fun fact, for you if you missed the origin of it, and also for anyone else who might be reading this and hearing about this AU for the first time - this is an AU spinoff of my AU fic Tears Will Not Wash Away Your Crimes, where defeated!Kronos from canon timetravels back to the start of TLT to take Michael out before he could become the threat that saves Olympus (see: my long rants on how by being the one to realise Williamsburg Bridge needed to break, Michael stopped Kronos winning on the first day of the siege). In that fic, he succeeds in making Luke kill Michael, and while the fic never goes on to state it, it does become an alternate timeline where Kronos does, in fact, win (due to various factors such as Luke's betrayal not being discovered because Percy wasn't there to survive being poisoned and reveal that he was the traitor, etc. and also Kronos knowing how the demigods/gods operated and basically having the cheat code of being able to squash anything they try before they try it).
But also I am a perpetual Michael!lives fan, so with the enabling of @fearlessinger, as you mentioned, another AU spawned off of this, whereby when Luke carelessly mentioned Apollo by name, he caught Apollo's attention and the god himself turned up to whisk Michael away to safety. In the end, though, it doesn't stop Kronos from winning, because no-one knows enough to trump what Kronos knows. Hence, Kronos wins!AU.
But then!
There are some key changes that go down because of Kronos' prior knowledge...
Change #1: Thalia is not restored by the Golden Fleece. Kronos did this because he wanted her as his host, but he tried that last time and it failed - he won't try again.
Change #2: The di Angelos do not leave the Lotus Casino. No Thalia in the running suggests that Hades may not have bothered to pull his own children back into the prophecy race - if he really wanted them to be feasible as prophecy children, he'd have brought them out when Percy was claimed, as that would make Bianca a similar age to Percy and therefore viable as an alternative. Bringing them out a year or two later makes his kids younger than both Thalia and Percy and doesn't actually make sense, unless it was a response to being the only Big Three god with no kids involved...
Change #3: Daedalus doesn't die, because Nico isn't around
Change #4: All our Greek Hero demigods (and the Hunters) are dead, barring the above, and Michael, who was kept safe on Delos the whole time.
And these changes all line up quite neatly into a ridiculously large plot, based on the following consequences:
Consequence #1: the gods are thrown down into Tartarus
Consequence #2: the triumvirate's deal with Kronos for their support involved getting Apollo as their prize so Caligula can still claim the sun god spot and Commodus gets his revenge. Apollo is passed to them, instead of Tartarus
Consequence #3: Michael is rather pissed off about all of this
What happens after that, well. Imagine Michael, no longer trapped on Delos because the twins aren't there, making his way to Delphi. Imagine Phoebe initially reclaiming Delphi, before Kronos realises she was never on her side and instead release Python to reclaim it; Michael has enough time to speak with his grandmother, but only very little before he's forced to flee into the Labyrinth to hide.
Imagine Daedalus trying to atone for all the deaths he's caused by keeping this one demigod still alive, hidden in the Labyrinth while Michael tries to work out how the fuck he's supposed to save the gods, but never even considering not doing it ("the gods", of course, meaning "Apollo, mostly").
Imagine Apollo weakened, but still able to make dream contact. Apollo not being able to dissuade Michael from trying to save him. Apollo with nothing left to lose except his one son he can't protect himself, so he gives Michael knowledge, things to help him stay alive.
Knowledge, like how the daughter of Zeus is a tree but isn't dead, can be healed by that golden fleece (Percy, Annabeth and Grover retrieved it still, but the tree was not sick and so it was never hung upon it). Knowledge, like how there are two more Big Three kids trapped in a place where time doesn't move.
(Imagine Apollo chained up and forced to be his own oracle as his divinity is drained away. Imagine a little girl with sickle-rings on her fingers being drawn to him anyway, this captive god of the Beast. Imagine the god that still wants to save a child, if only he had the chance)
Imagine Michael healing Thalia with the fleece, the pair of them fleeing from the remains of camp (the remains of Michael's home) as Kronos realises he's there. Imagine Michael and Thalia edging into a casino that's too bright, too jovial compared to their broken world, and pulling two younger demigods back into the timestream. Imagine lurking in the Labyrinth, in the Underworld and discovering a dead girl who still remembers when she shouldn't.
Imagine these demigods plotting, scheming, desperate, and the power of three children of the Underworld combined, pooling their powers together until they can go anywhere the shadows touch.
Imagine them rescuing a god, and the little girl coaxed along with them.
And when they've got one god back... it's only a matter of time before they get the rest.
(And when Kronos discovers it's Michael, again, that foiled him in the end... Well. Some Fates can't be denied)
#firealder2005#michael yew#pjo apollo#thalia grace#bianca di angelo#nico di angelo#hazel levesque#meg mccaffrey#pjo kronos#au#percy jackson and the olympians#pjo#trials of apollo#toa#i will never write this it's entirely too big with too many moving parts#but it's fun to imagine
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Hopper wakes up from a crash outside. It's not very loud or anything, but when you had to fight monsters and are a cop, you just wake up.
It's still dark.
Joyce is sleeping next to him, cuddling with her pillow. He thinks about waking her up for a second, but he decides to check first. If it's only a raccoon outside, he doesn't want to wake her up for that.
He grabs a pair of sweats and his gun, because if it's a Demodog, he doesn't want to fight it in his shorts. He curses a little, because the sweats are tighter than before and he can only blame Joyce and all the little treats she leaves behind for him.
He heard Billy moaning about it the other day too, complaining to Steve that he's getting fat "like Hopper" - which is just. Wow. He couldn't pout about it, because then he had to admit that he eavesdropped on the conversation, but he still felt insulted. Even though he knows that Billy was just prissy because his favorite pair of shorts got too tight for his thighs.
Jim opens the door, gun in front of him and groans. These fucking kids.
Even in the dark Jim can tell that El's nose is bleeding and her hand is shaking a little from the power she has to use to lift his fucking station wagon up in the air. It's upside down, too.
Billy stands next to her, eyes sparkling like a kid that gets his Christmas present early. Of course they chose the fucking police car. Of course the Camaro is standing right where Billy has parked it before. Untouched, of course.
At least Steve has the decency to look like a kicked puppy when Jim clears his throat.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" he says, trying not to shout. "I told you, if the neighbors..."
"It's 3 am," Billy snaps. So it had been his idea.
The station wagon turns again and lands next to the Camaro.
"I told you not to do it," Jim barks. Billy bites his lip, but he's more pissed off than scared. Which is a major improvement and Jim is happy for every little interaction when he's compared to Neil Hargrove and Billy comes to the conclusion that he's better than that shitty excuse for a dad.
"But it's impressive," Steve says.
"Yeah," Jim admits. Because it is. El beams at him.
"You're not doing this again," Jim says.
"We're not getting caught again," Billy whispers to El. What a little shit. He has to know Jim can still hear him.
"Let the Camaro fly next time," he huffs.
Billy gasps at that and starts rambling about how much more the Camaro is worth compared to a shitty police's car and how Jim can even dare to say that. Jim wonders if Steve really is Billy's boyfriend or if it is the Camaro.
"You can take my dad's car," Steve offers to stop the endless ranting.
"Deal," Billy says, sounding rather delighted.
"You're all going to bed. No cars in the air tonight." Jim waits for them to all hide in their rooms and goes back to bed. He laughs himself to sleep, because seriously, how is this his life now?
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This is ... like a post credit scene to my fic Extended Stay that I wrote for @ihni's birthday this year.
#billy is just a dramatic bitch about putting on a little weight lets be honest#also i'm a hopper with a belly fan so season 4 can kiss my ass#hopper is right there is a raccoon outside his name is billy hargrove#billy x steve#harringrove ficlet#billy hargrove#harringrove#harringrove & hopper
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Alright. No art. Just positive rant. The entire point of my redesigns was me being slightly annoyed at the designs and story of Seduce Me and having way too much positive nostalgia to be normal about this game. I love-hate this game. However! The one thing I will never, never shit talk Seduce Me for is its characters. The main six love interests (Yes I am counting Diana as a main love interest. Thank Demon War for that) are all so well written! I genuinely love them. Even Sam, my least favorite character, isn’t boring. I don’t dislike him for being a bad character, I dislike him because the tsundere trope annoys me.
But this isn’t a rant about the characters as a whole. This is a rant about Damien. Let me rave for a second. Because as melodramatic as his backstory is, it got me hook, line and sinker. I am convinced that either Michaela had a period of being obsessed with Damien or some redheaded fuck boy named Damien pissed her off so much that she made him into a character just to make him suffer. This boy is tragic!
Like b r o, all the other boys’ backstories can be summed up with “The palace life is boring, my dad is kinda shitty and I got one other, reoccurring, minor inconvenience” and then there’s Damien being like- “My mom suffered as my dad’s harem girl until she couldn’t take it anymore and tried to murder me before killing herself. Also my dad is extra shitty to me. He tried to kill me a few times. Food? That’s a luxury. Energy? I’m used to not having it. A room? What is that? Please let me become human because mind reading kinda sucks, oh wait, I only got a 1 out of 6 shot for that ending. And I’m not even the canon ending!”
And another thing! Matthew’s main bad ending has traumatized me for multiple reasons but that line, “That’s what you get for making me go to the human world” after he kills Damien! Now, Matthew is a favorite of mine, but in that moment, I wanted to shake that little bitch until his soul evacuated his body! Like, I don’t care that he was being controlled, how d a r e he come firing shots at Damien when all he wanted was a good life away from his abusive ass dad!? Bro Damien may have been the illegitimate child but at that moment Matthew was the bastard.
Tragic…
On a different, lighter note, I do love the sort of contrast between him and Matthew, at least on the topic of “naivety”. Of the two, you expect the fun loving, goofball to be the naive, kind of innocent one. But that’s not the case. Matthew is optimistic, Damien is innocent. Matthew knows what he wants and while the world is a wonder to him, he goes about the world with this sort of maturity, knowing what he wants to see and when. Damien is more of the spacey type. There is this level of inexperience to how he grasps the world as if he can’t even believe that it can exist. Plus, as much as he has an idea of what he wants to see, sometimes he feels like he must ask permission. Like in the New Years Episode where if you go on Damien’s route, he asks “Can we do this every year?”.
In conclusion, I want to wrap Damien into a blanket burrito and tell him that everything is going to be okay. And then take him to therapy because this man probably has C-PTSD. As my friends would say, I am mentally ill for this demon equivalent of a sad, wet dog.
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guuuuuurl i have to get this off my chest - I've been talking to this older guy online (no not Badj) he also does the adult VA stuff and he's very good and reasonably well-known. but that's on the side, he's a software developer as his day job and he's so damn cute. like a giant bear, he has a large female audience who coo over him but I mean that's understandable so I'm not jealous but I am a bit? I'm being stupid it's not like he and I are dating, but ... I invited him to a Halloween party last night, I got absolutely drunk (still alright and not messy drunk but you know, a bit unstable on the feet and I was so social where I'm more reserved usually). HE WAS SUCH A SWEETHEART, he kept holding my hips and guiding me through the party and sat me down on his lap outside next to the pool, caressing my back and THAT DAMN VOICE WHISPERING PRAISES AND COMPLIMENTS IN MY EAR DAMN I WAS FERAL. but he said we shouldn't do anything because I'm so drunk, he was proper drunk too though. but no I got so worked up because he's got such a dad bod but like super hot, muscular arms and all - amazing legs ... and he kept pulling me closer on his lap and kissing my neck ... BUT, one of my guy friends came running up to us - super drunk - and he kept talking to me and ignoring him and asked if I wanted to go to the second party with him because we always have a good time and he needs someone who drinks on his pace. THEN THIS MANS GRIP TIGHTENED ON MY HIPS AND HIS VOICE DEEPENED AND WAS LIKE, "we already have plans for after this." but alas, long story short, he got pissed at me because he thought my friend and I were together and he didn't wanna believe otherwise so basically he just LEFT and my baby boo bear hasn't been replying my messages even if he's online - I have been PLAYED BY A MAN 15 YEARS OLDER THAN I ?! I'm so dumb 😭😭😭. I have an important project due tomorrow but I keep checking my phone and checking his socials 😭.
so sorry - I just needed to rant because I can't tell my friends about this, even if I'm in my 20s they'd freak out that he's in his late 30s.
YOU HAD ME IN THE FIRST HALF I'M NOT GONNA LIE
bestie hold up. no. no, no, no. this sounded so fucking good up until you dropped that he LEFT?? this man in his fucking late thirties left you at the party, because he didn't want to believe that you were telling him the truth about you and your guy friend?
my darling, I'm so sorry to say this but that's literally a baby boo bear. what we are looking at here is a man child, who still in his nearly forty years of living has not learned how to communicate EVEN THOUGH his literal hobby/job relies on him speaking?? 😭
no but seriously, him not replying to you after an argument even though he is online is abusive. I will not bend on this. giving silent treatment as a way to punish someone is manipulative af. does he know that you have an important project tomorrow? if he does, bestie—drop him. please, I am begging on my knees for you to drop him.
on the off chance that he actually suddenly replies and tells you that he had an emergency or... something that stopped him from replying today, yes sure you can give him another chance but remember that even then—instead of communicating—he left you at the party. he also acknowledged that you were so drunk that you shouldn't do anything together, but apparently in his eyes you weren't drunk enough to not be left behind?? yeah you were with your friends, but I just absolutely love men who are protective and possessive but have no issue just dropping you the second they get their feelings hurt over their inability to communicate and trust their partners.
I'm sorry if this is too harsh and too straight forward. I just... I feel so shitty for you? I'm so sorry. you don't deserve to be treated like this. you really do not, and hey—based on what you've told me you absolutely did nothing wrong. you're not dumb. he made you feel special and wanted. it is not naive or stupid to want and need that. I am so, so sorry that he took advantage of that, but please know that this is not on you. 💗
#please don't hesitate to keep me updated <3#you can also tell me to shut the fuck up if I hurt your feelings by being so harsh but bestie I did mean every word. I'm sorry.#lo answers#baby boo bear#<- his tag in case you send me more lol
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Mebuki: *sighs* When will you learn? Place the flowers here. *points to the spot next to the vase*
Sakura: Sorry.. *places the bouquet near the vase* There.. *turns to Sasuke* Um, Sasuke-kun, you already know my mom right? *turns to her mother* Mom, this is Sasuke-kun.. We just got back recently from our travels..
Sasuke: *bows* Hi.
Mebuki: Have a sit. Please wait for a bit while we prepare the food. Her father will meet you later. *fake smiles*
Sasuke: Thanks. *sees Sakura's worried look*
Mebuki: *takes Sakura to the kitchen* What would a terrorist like to eat?
Kizashi: *laughs*
Sakura: *whispers* Mom, what is wrong with you?
Kizashi: You should've asked that to yourself. Why would you bring him here? I'm sure our neighbors saw you. Heck, it's so embarrassing.
Mebuki: Isn't it true though that he's a terrorist? Of all people, Sakura? Of all people?
Sakura: Mom, Dad, please lower your voice.. He might hear you..
Mebuki: I don't care! A criminal, really?
Kizashi: And an international one at that.
Sakura: Don't say that! He's not— He's not a criminal..
Mebuki: He was and he will always be, in every citizen's eyes! Sakura! You've had many suitors.. Almost all are from noble families.. That boy— If you go with that boy, you'll be a disgrace. *sighs*
Sakura: Mom..
Kizashi: At least he's good looking and he's an Uchiha. Right, Sakura?
Mebuki: *stares at Sakura* Why am I even surprised? You've always been like that. No ambition. You always do the opposite of what I ask you to do.
Sakura: Please stop.. Let's talk about this some other time—
Mebuki: You think you're independent just because you're strong physically. You think you can make your own decisions just because you're intelligent..
Kizashi: Sakura, you'll always need your family. You can't even cook, let alone live and survive on your own. Prove something to us then maybe we'll consider your choices.
Mebuki: Well, sorry to tell you, Sakura, but you haven't proven anything! Look at you! Your life is stagnant.. You could've chosen a different path. But, you wanted to be different so bad! You want to go for your stupid dreams!
Sakura: I— I just.. I just—
Mebuki: You just followed your heart? You always say that. You followed your dream to be a ninja even if our family has no kekkei genkai. You followed the love of your life even if he's the worst—
Sakura: STOOOOP!!
Mebuki: *dumbfounded*
Kizashi: *taken aback*
Sasuke: *overhears everything; thinking if he should meddle and go there* /thinks/ Sakura is going through this regularly? *remembers his conversation with Naruto*
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Naruto: So, you're meeting her family, huh.. Are you nervous?
Sasuke: What is there to be nervous about?
Naruto: I don't know if it's still the same but Sakura-chan doesn't have a good relationship with her parents, especially her mother. I actually thought she crossed the line when she talked crap about them once.
Sasuke: Well, Sakura must have her reasons.
Naruto: It pained me to hear her talk about her parents like that.. Especially when I myself— You know—
Sasuke: I get you. I lost my parents at a young age and it still hurts me to this day thinking they could've been living peacefully with me.. But Naruto..
Naruto: What is it?
Sasuke: We can't judge Sakura. We were never in her shoes. I must admit, I also thought that at first glance, yes she's luckier than us. But there are other factors too.
Naruto: *nods* Right. Sakura-chan was right after all.
Sasuke: Hm?
Naruto: When she ranted to me about her parents before, I got pissed to be honest.. We almost argued about it.. And she said it would've been different if you were there. Like you'd understand her situation better.
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Sasuke: /thinks/ Naruto and I used to envy Sakura because her family is complete. But this— This is too much..
Sakura: I invited him as a human, you will treat him as a human—
Mebuki: How dare you speak to me like that— *about to slap her*
Sasuke: *grabs her hand* Sharingan! *erases her memory*
Sakura: S-Sasuke-kun!
Sasuke: We're leaving. *takes her hand and leaves Mebuki and Kizashi sitting at their dining table*
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Sakura: *sobbing*
Sasuke: I should've erased your memory as well.
Sakura: Did you hear everything?
Sasuke: Yeah.
Sakura: I'm sorry—
Sasuke: It's not your fault.. It's mine.. I shouldn't have gone there.
Sakura: No, I invited you, remember?
Sasuke: Yes, but I didn't want you to have a fight with your parents because of me.. That's also the reason why I erased their memories. I don't want them to have a recollection of your argument earlier.
Sakura: It's embarrassing.. People think I have a perfect family.. But it's far from perfect.. It's far from normal..
Sasuke: You can tell me about them, you know. *holds her hand* You can be honest with me.
Sakura: I'm sorry for not telling you about them. I kept them from you on purpose because they're not good. Lady Tsunade and Kakashi-sensei have always been my mother and father figures..
Sasuke: I understand..
Sakura: My mom.. She's a perfectionist. She likes everything to be done her way. She could be loud if I didn't follow her.. In fact I was scared to do something wrong when I was a kid.
Sasuke: /thinks/ No wonder you were also loud and insensitive when we were younger.
Sakura: My dad on the other hand.. He's usually nonchalant but he always sides with my mom. So, it's always 2 versus 1. When I went to the Academy to train as a ninja, they were both against it.
Sasuke: Did you rebel?
Sakura: You can say that.. Years after, I thought they've accepted it.. But apparently they didn't.
Sasuke: They told you straight up?
Sakura: That's the thing.. They talked behind my back.. I could be at the living room and they'd talk loudly about me in their bedroom.
Sasuke: Sakura..
Sakura: I heard them say, "when will she give up?", "a ninja can't be that clumsy", "she should've gone for another career", *how can she be bright and dumb at the same time?"
Sasuke: They said that?
Sakura: Yes.. On purpose.. *starts crying*
Sasuke: *hugs her* I'm sorry, Sakura.
Sakura: I told you it's not your fault..
Sasuke: No.. I'm sorry for judging you when we were younger.. Part of my annoyance was rooted to your insensitivity.. Your situation was much—
Sakura: I was really mean and I didn't even know.. I thought I was acting normal.. Maybe I was acting like my parents..
Sasuke: But you've changed.. You went past that behavior.
Sakura: *smiles softly* Sasuke-kun, I'm sorry if I can't introduce you to them properly..
Sasuke: You don't have to..
Sakura: S-Sasuke-kun?
Sasuke: I've read once.. Stop planting flowers in people's yards who aren't going to water them.
Sakura: *nods* That's.. That's deep.. But I agree..
Sasuke: In time, we will have our own little family.. We will be different.
Sakura: Sasuke-kun! *smiles* Yes.. I promise I'll try to be a good parent..
Sasuke: A good parent that you never had..
Sakura: *nods*
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12 years later..
Sakura: *washing the dishes* Ah, the food was so good.
Sasuke: Yes. Sarada's dishes and your cooking will make me fat. *laughs*
Sakura: Our baby is a grownup now. *giggles*
Sasuke: And you should've seen her fireball jutsu earlier.
Sakura: I bet it was big!
Sasuke: It was. Only a true Uchiha can make something as big as that.
Sarada: *overhears them from the living room* /thinks/ My parents always talk like I'm not around.. Sometimes it's TMI but most of the time it's wholesome like this. They're so silly.. But I love them so much.. I'll make you prouder, Mama, Papa!
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@f4nd0m-fun here
So, I was on the ship Wiki, and I'm wondering what your Crane ships are?
I stumbled on Scriddler and TwoCrow, and I couldn't help but peek at TwoRiddle, so now I'm thinking about TwoScriddler, and oh no.
I barely know these chars and yet here I am.
Now combine this with John barely speaking with his fam and... you got Danny showing up on his doorstep one day, and Crane may have forgot to tell his buds about it, and you've got a small mess.
Personally, if I had to ship Harvey with someone, it's Gilda or Bruce (or both) (Unless it's Batman Forever version, then definitely TwoRiddle cause HAVE YOU SEEN THEM!?)
But honestly? This made me thinking... (Long ass rant ahead that may or may not make sense. This is written while being sleep deprived)
Jonny boy here ain't the only one who suffered abuse as a child. Both Harvey and Edward have as well. They both have Daddy Issues while Jonathan, depending on how you interpret him or which backstory you use, have granny issues + religious trauma or also Daddy Issues.
That being said, Harvey gives me the "this family ends with me" vibes, especially after he became Two-Face, and may be put off with Danny's presence for a while. He doesn't want to continue the cycle and become his dad. He'd likely would have liked, at the very least, to have been informed about the new addition to their family so he can... Prepare essentially/get used to the idea/plan how to avoid Danny. He's... For the lack of better words, cautious/careful around Danny, as to not accidentally trigger himself by accidentally hurting the kid. Does this make sense?
It'll take a while for Harvey to relax around Danny but for sure, he's gonna be very protective, if because he's Jonny's kid at first. He'll come to adore the kid and while not see him as a son but like... Oh, who's he and Harv kidding, that's his kid now and too hell with a coin, fuck with one of his then you'd get instant death penalty with him as the Executioner.
Harvey is gonna try and teach Danny law, specifically how to use loopholes against the system and evade arrests and such cause what else is gonna try to do to bond with Danny? Man's life had always revolved around law... Though... there are times where he'd go into this sort of story mode, recalling his experiences with Danny. He's soft and distant here but this is his way to fully open up, if that makes sense.
Harv, on the other hand? Teaching Danny how the criminal world works. Kid needs to learn how Gotham works. Can't have him die (er- turn fully ghosts? Yeah, he and Harvey don't understand Danny's halfa nature but they try and are supportive... They can't help but be reminded of themselves actually-) or Jonny's gonna be beyond pissed in a whole new level. Is actually rather strict, makes sure to put ground rules and boundaries with Danny compared to the rest of the parental unit that is Twoscriddler. Someone has to be the strict parent... How he and Harvey are considered the functional parent here is cause they actually practice self-care, well to an extent anyways, compared to his idiot lovers who would go days on end without eating, drinking, or sleeping, if the chance rises.
Harv, though rarely, would go into story mode as well to Danny, but in his perspective. There are many times he and Harvey hate each other but... They lived and went through the same life. Just differently. He mainly does this after something especially happened with Danny, like say, Danny nearly got shot...
Now, Edward on the other hand... Really depends on the version but in my opinion, he'd be indifferent with Danny at first, if a bit surprised. Jonny, with a kid? Now, isn't that interesting. Would definitely grow very fond of Danny very quickly, and if he learns that Danny's good with inventing and such, he is, for sure, gonna nurture those skills.
Eddie boy is gonna drag Danny to his workshop so they can bond over building shit. Also, VIDEO GAMES CAUSE YOU CAN NOT TELL ME OTHERWISE THAT EDDIE'S NOT A GAMER! Gets too competitive, too loud, just overall chaotic fun with Eddie also rambling about shit in the process. Just, the two are fucking gremlins and fueling each other's chaotic streak somehow cause while Eddie is an adult very full of himself, he acts too much like a child when he's relaxed and not trying to maintain his dignified image even though everyone has at least witness his childish streak at least once (this including his tantrums/meltdowns...)
The fun uncle/dad that managed to help Danny feel like a normal kid he wasn't able to be exactly due to living with mad scientists (who wanted to kill him later on even if they didn't know it was him). Eddie boy would also definitely help tutor Danny. Just that he may get impatient or teaches things too fast. Best that Jonny's there helping with tutoring so it's better paced and not going overboard.
But uh- yeah, it's gonna be a bit of mess when Harvey/Harv entered the shared apartment and see a random kid in there (who both resembles Jonny in some ways and also has the right coloration to be considered Wayne bait AND OH BOY-) huddled in blankets. Eddie would likely just walk past Danny, and after a few moments, walks backwards and stare at Danny, processing, before getting Jonny or Harvey, before trying to maybe interrogate? Depends if he slept or was hyperfocused on a project in his workshop.
[Also, @f4nd0m-fun, I swear, you've been fueling my need to create more Uncle Scarecrow content- DO YOU KNOW HOW HYPER AND EXCITED YOU MADE WHEN YOU @ ME!? Well, I think you're gonna see it when I do the reblogs... Just- XD, I'm having too much fun today/last night/lately (wtf is time anymore)]
#Answered#I think#dp x dc#dc x dp#edward nygma#harvey dent#Jonathan Crane#Danny Fenton#Uncle Scarecrow AU#Au of an Au#rambles that even I can't understand anymore cause brain is a mess#idk how to explain Jonny's dynamic with Danny but he cares. He's the most emotionally stunted though so-#Twoscriddler#dpxdc#idk if this even makes sense#or if this is ooc#either way I apologize and also not sorry#who gave me the power to create and write anymore?#I'm tired#i'm having too much fun#This is not edited#will I edit? probably not
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You know what, I was ranting about shit to a certain Chinese friend of ours and I'm directly gonna say it, its absolutely fucked up now that I'm actually thinking about it that @/sophieinwonderland accused me of being pro-CCP and pushing CCP propaganda
Like a while ago when I found out about it, it was so wild it was funny, haha chinese people this that assuming we are all CCP haha classic racist fucking bullshit
But its only when I started explaining the history of attrocities and shit situations my family's home country INDONESIA was put through did I realize just how especially fucked it was.
Cause back in the whole cold war shit Indonesia has a supposedly pretty good guy as the founding President and what with the whole anti-communist vs communist push, and HONESTLY at this point I don't even know if they were thinking of discussing allying with the CCP because of all the fucking American propaganda
But seeing as Indonesia was communist in ideology, America literally fucking assisted in staging a coup that pushed both anti-communist rhetoric AND SPECIFICALLY anti-chinese rhetoric that resulted in the fucking bloody massacre of Chinese citizens in Indonesia. Literally people who were BORN and RAISED in Indonesia that had Chinese blood and were just as indoneisan as everyone else born and raised there were literally hunted and killed for being fucking Chinese because America both supported and helped push the rhetoric that Chinese = Communist = Bad = Murder them
And so Im fucking sitting here, with my parents having LITERALLY BEEN CHASED OUT OF INDONESIA FOR BEING CHINESE AND ACCUSED OF BEING EVIL COMMUNISTS BECAUSE THEY WERE LITERALLY BEING CHASED IN THE STREETS, having this white fucking bitch from America saying that I am ACTUALLY a secret CCP fucking agent trying to push fucking CCP propaganda
I'm sorry, I'm not.
My dad also was not
Unfortunately fucking Americans pushed that anyone who is Chinese is automatically CCP and that literally resulted in the death of A LOT of people like my dad who BTW has a lot of trauma for completely unknown reasons
Anyways I'm fucking pissed off. And ya know what, if I didnt have the fucking bitch blocked and probably wasn't also blocked by her, I would just @ her directly cause fuck you and the literal rhetoric that lead to fucking massacres of a "third world country" that literally jsut wanted to be left alone
And FYI; the coup resulted in the placement of a heavily corrupt western-ideology leader which directly increased the sheer amount of corruption in Indonesia but ok.
Like theres a whole fucking book on it that I haven't read cause it pisses me off but my sister read it and was like "lol yeah the US admitted to it" and its literally called the Jakarta Method
I probably missed some details and got it wrong cause shocker, I'm talking from my culture's lived experience and passed down fucking cultural trauma but whatever.
It's really fucked up.
Don't quote me on this cause I probably again, got details wrong, but that fucking rhetoric undeniably - by americas own admission - resulted in the death of many Indonesians on the premise of Those Evil Chinese Communists. I'm hesitant to post this cause again, I am speaking from released American documents and my family's personal reports and peer's reports so there might be errors, but ya know what, white americans?
Fuck off. Even if I got the details wrong in some places, it doesn't fucking matter because dear white americans, you still killed millions of people in indonesia in your crusade against communism so please miss me with accusing me - a first generation child from an Immigrant from Indonesia - an Evil Communist.
The sentiment in Indonesia still persists, enough so that when I met someone who was from China (who had a relative who was born and raised in indonesia) heard I was Indonesian-Chinese widened his eyes and went "ohhhhh" and commented that his relative doesn't go home to Indonesia anymore because its fucking dangerous.
Its fucking stupid.
#alter: riku#vent#vent tw#if any people more familiar and directly involved in the indonesian history correct me if you like#but white people can shut the fuck up.#sophiecourse#racism#fucking hate this shit#i hate it#fucking hell
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not to be a bummer but i need to rant about this to someone and what better someone than this blog
i am very sad lately and it is mostly because my grandpa is not well and i don't know how long he has left. a year ago i was living with him and he was pretty good, occasionally forgetful sometimes but ultimately himself. but i haven't seen him in a month or two and now ive found out he's had a lot of problems and was actually keeping it from everyone.
backstory is that this is my paternal grandfather and even though my parents got divorced 20 years ago he's always stayed close with my mum, and ever since dad moved overseas my mum has insisted on being very present in his life even more because she's lowkey pissed that dad went and moved overseas when he had sick elderly parents. which was driven home 5 years ago when my granny died. so basically my parents do not get on and barely interact now that their kids are adults but my dad's entire family still gets on with and cares about my mum and vice versa.
so yeah. a month ago my mum visited my grandpa to pick up something of mine from him place bc i was in melbourne and she was worried because he seemed to be thinner and less himself. usually he always invites her in for coffee but he didn't. it was weird.
she texted my dad (even though she hates to lol) and dad asked my grandpa and basically we found out he'd spent some time in hospital and told NOBODY, not even his son who still lives in brisbane, and gotten a pacemaker put in.
basically fast forward to now and he has been in hospital since sunday. my mum was having trouble finding out what happened bc she's obvs not the next of kin and my uncle, who is, is not a great communicator (just like most of the men in this fucking family lol) and was not super clear.
basically, he's had a few falls. the most recent one I think he fell over and hit his head. and it must have been very bad, because he is not well at all. mum and my brother and i went and visited him two days ago and it was like he had dementia. he kept thinking he was back in england. at this point we didn't know why he'd gone to hospital in the first place so we asked him and he said he got a taxi to the airport and took a plane. he asked us about our flight because he thought we had flown to england to visit him. he was worried about losing his permanent residency in australia. he also kept forgetting my granny, his wife, had died five years ago. it was horrible. he said he'd called my dad and he hadn't picked up, then he said he'd called her and she hadn't picked up. at one point when i went to find my brother who had just arrived, apparently my mum asked him if he remembered what had happened to granny and he got upset and said he didn't, and cried. i dont think any of us have ever seen him cry. my mum explained what happened and he thanked her for telling him, because his oldest son (my dad, mum's ex, we don't think he remembered his name) wouldn't have told him that. then ten minutes later he'd forgotten and mentioned granny visiting again.
he also had to ask my brother all about his apprenticeship (poor tom came straight from his job at the quarry and was covered head to toe in dust from fixing a rock crusher) even though of course he should know all about it
he's also very very weak and not eating. when he left he kept trying to stand up to see is off but he couldn't get out of his chair and we had to ask him to stop trying in case he fell again.
but he did have his sense of humour. he was making jokes. there were moments of lucidity. but mostly he was confused and it just made me feel so helpless.
i know things like this are normal when people get older. he's 82. i get it. but it's not something that happened gradually - last time i saw him was only couple of months ago and this is so bad, so suddenly. it's not dementia.
and i feel awful. he's been living alone for the last five years, after spending 7 years caring for my granny 24/7. i am certain he was depressed but he'd never tell anyone. i can't stop thinking about all the times i told him id visit on the weekend and i fucking forgot because im so fucking forgetful. i cant stop thinking about how in 2019 he and my uncle and aunt were planning to rent a house with a granny flat or whatever for him and then covid happened and they basically used that as an excuse not to. and they left him alone, even when he'd had falls, even when he had to wear one of those emergency things around his neck that could detect when he fell and he had to fucking email my uncle every day after he showered to tell him he was alright.
anyway that's my rant.
i stayed in his house for 2 months last year and it was nice but i wanted to be closer to uni and my friends so i moved out when i should have just stayed and payed him rent and helped him and kept him company. and i should have visited way more often after i moved out in december and not fucking let my stupid stress get in the way of making him a priority.
oh also now my mum is telling me i need to beg my dad to visit earlier (he's supposed to be here dec 27) but i don't know! i tried to tell him how bad it was. but i don't know if he really got it.
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long ass rant about AI under cut that i made in like half an hour because i am so fucking pissed
i hate AI so fucking much i cant handle it i hate how my sister introduced it to mom and dad and now they use chatgpt and dont even consider how it might be wrong at all, they write it in my notebook that i use to give to the teacher and i hate it so much 'oh but you never look at it' and i never wanna hear anything about it ever again, no more of it, i dont care it should only be used as a TOOL to give you guidence, my sister was about to ask chatgpt for what to do for PYTHON when she could have asked "sorry buddy i cant understand python code"
ai does more damange and im so mad, i dont care if you use it for memes you are adding more fuel to the fire, the text can replace any writer for news outlets, reporters and the such, people generating art dont understand the struggles someone might have faced through the years to get where they are right now and only see it was a way to generate content
when i say 'ai will never be good as real people' im not saying how it will never be unidentifiable, there will be a time where you cannot tell if something is real or fake, when i say it i mean it that you wont ever replicate the way the person stood there, the photographer that managed to get as close as they could to the animal to snap a clip of it, the actors who have spent years practicing to get where they art, the young artist who started off small and is now handling how to draw their fave characters, the expirienced artist trying to get through work by being paid nothing from animators to manga artists, the writer who managed to finally write their own autobiograpthy from their own expirience, the fanfic writer who finally managed to get the story they wanted onto ao3 after months of writing, the painter who stood there for hours sitting in one place in nature just so they can repilcate it, the camara man who had to shoot a 1 minute clip for a film that probably took days to find the right shots, the person who writes articles trying to get the most information they could, the person who sat in a discord call with their friends to mimic some characters in a funny situation, the voice actor who trained their vocal cords to try to give the most emtion they could in a character, the 3d moddler who spent a very long time getting a hold of blender, the animator who spent 6 months on a 1 minute clip, etc
its all just soulless, yeah its pretty cool but you gotta stop and think "how will this effect the information we will get?" my mom has already fallen for a AI picture of a kid with alot of cats and sent me it, pinterest is full of them, my sister ONLY uses it and never does research on her own collage work and shes 1 year away from fully graduating, not once have i seen her put it down for a second to look up something to copy and paste all they do is scrape the work off others, they dont tell us where they got that data off, every ai image youve seen has been ripped off from an actual picture taken, from a drawing someone took to draw, someones selfie
not to mention, considering yesterday as of writing this it has been announced, what is the purpose of being able to generate an animation? i can see nothing good of it "but i can use it to get a good stockphoto" it doesnt matter, go find something thats the closest, the problem with these AI videos is that in one year it has changed so drastically, where do they get the data off this? how did they train it so fast in one year? were living in a distopian age, the age of the internet where it was the place where you can get allll your information quickly is becoming the past, ive seen countless articles who are obviously AI generated, ive heard people say that theyve seen ai generated images in scientific books, those are very important to get an understanding of how the thing theyre talking about works, why would you ever want to cut corners on something as important as that
"but i cant draw / do photography / find a good stockvideo" then LEARN!
1. drawing is for everyone and even after drawing since kindergarden i still consider myself a beginner artist, i dont know alot about anatomy, i dont know how to draw scenery, but thats ok because i can learn! i can get inspired by other artists to try and get better, ive had some rocky relationships with my art even now but thats also the beauty of it, even when you feel like you cant do it in afew years you can finally learn to!, ive seen many disabled people post about how they learnt to draw using a tecique they made themselves, you can go and think 'how do i make this more enjoyable for myself, how do i make this easier for myself?", same should go for writing
2. YOU CAN HIRE SOMEONE!!!! it may take awhile because of it taking time but it would make the persons day, and the way the economy is going its not working well
remember saga-afta? the whole thing where actors striked because of how little they were being payed for? and in the end the actor studio said "oh ok i guess BUT we will scan your body to use you even after you quit xD sorryyyy", alot of jobs are going to dissapear only because of the greed companies have, its the reason i fear having a job, not even artists like im mostly talking about, writers (script, normal writers, journalists, etc), photograpthers, and other jobs are going to dissapear not to mention not only misinformation the mentioned AI videos are just a bad idea all around what if someone fabricates evidence against you and uses it in court? well its certainly you theres no way it could be faked, what about propaganda? ive seen them make fake gameplay footage so ads are going to be unbearable
JUST TO BE CLEAR: im not against AI being used as a tool (ive seen a really good malwere horror video based off someones dream using photos from a game, getting an idea of how a paper should start and using it as an guide of where to go, etc) or actually being used to stop some other jobs people shouldnt have, but creativity is going down the drain, AI bros who use it for art and photos think about how pretty it should be, AI writers only use it because they couldnt be bothered, and probably other excamples i cant think of
i know AI will never truely dissapear, its not going anywhere and thats the reality, its not like nfts where they lot their value and everyone stopped caring, what should be reality is that there should be regulations, its going to be long enough untill someone uses it for more malicious stuff, yeah right now its people just spreading misinformation and ai generated articles but there is 100% going to be a time where someone is going to use it for revenge porn or to harrass someone with fake clips of them
pro ai as in ai that can detect cancer cells, anti ai as in videos, writing, etc
artists will never dissapear, photograpthers will never dissapear, writers will never dissapear, actors will never dissapear, voice acors will never dissapear it will only die if we dont give our voices, and theres more good then bad in AI
it needs to be regulated heavily
ill be sad that kids my age wont try to frankenstien a project using 5 different scorces and copy and pasting, theyll just grab the full text and wont care if its right or wrong, i will be sad for the kids who cant find a roleplay buddy and will just use chat ai to roleplay (which scrapes off others writing), etc
ai in the way im speaking about it is going to be terrible for alot of people with passions who cant get jobs because theyll be seen as replacable, the way people are going to exploit it for misinformation which goes from propaganda, revenge porn, other
"but it hasnt happened yet to people who generated text to video! it should be harmless" dont underestemate it, its going to happen eventually
i am just so tired of hearing about ai, i dont want any of it, i dont care, the way it is nowadays i am very against it, i am aware the hype is going to die down in afew years but right ow its so unbreable to me and i dread the day i get a job and they stop me and go "sorry buddy, you cant, we got computers to replace you", is there anything else i can say after this? fuck AI fuck the guy who made it more popular, i dont care how much you wanna make a meme or something you are feeding into it, stop using it untill there are proper regulations to stop it from spreading like wildfire, sooner or later someones going to use it for much worse
(sorry if its written weridly i didnt spell check i just needed to get this out)
#calico.exe#POSSIBLY delete later idk i fear that everyone will jump on me#cuz i didnt word some stuff right#anti ai#anti ai art#anti ai writing#anti ai voice acting#anti ai acting#anti ai videos
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It’s interesting how people see things so differently. Like with Tommy, to me their wedge isn’t because Joel wanted control to protect Tommy. To me it was because Tommy had a bit of a hero complex and thought joining the fireflies would make him feel like the hero again. (He was a soldier which can say a lot, also the reason he was in jail that night was bc he punched a guy to help a waitress and it also wasn’t his first time in jail either. Joel had to bail him out multiple times.)
Tommy did hate what they had to do to survive and they did have a big fight but he left because he wanted more than “just” survival and Marlene made the fireflies look good, like the good guys. so he joined them. But then he just ended up killing people with the fireflies and once he realised that he left again lol
Seeing as Joel had to bail Tommy out multiple times, it definitely gives you the feeling that Joel had to take care of Tommy a lot. Plus Tommy works for/with him so he took care of him in that way too. Obviously nobody knows because nothing was ever shown but i can imagine Joel did shitty things to make sure his little brother is okay, just like he did for Ellie. Joel does anything for the people he cares about.
Obviously having that thrown in his face and Tommy running off to join a terrorist group is gonna cause a wedge between them.
And then Tommy dropping off the face of the earth, not contacting him again and Joel later finding out he’s been safe and perfectly fine in Jackson? Yeah that’s a slap to the face. There’s definitely ways Tommy could’ve let Joel know that he’s safe and in Jackson but he just didn’t. And then obviously bad talking Joel to Maria while Tommy himself has done terrible things? Tommy didn’t want Joel to be in his life anymore and definitely not in Jackson.
Anyway this is my long Tommy is actually an asshole rant lmao
Also, with Tess. I honestly don’t think Joel wanted to love her. In the game the only indication was that they had some tiny flirty dialogue and that’s it. I know everyone now takes the show as canon but in the game, tess doesn’t even say that “I never asked you to feel like that” or whatever. They survived together, they trusted each other, they were partners and friends. It doesn’t always have to mean or be more than that. obviously the show tried to do some dramatic romance and feelings shit but it just wasn’t there lol
Plus we know Joel didn’t really date much before the world ended either, he was a single dad for Sarahs entire life and heavily focused on work and his daughter. Clearly romance wasn’t a huge part of his life, so why would it be after the end of the world and losing his entire family?
Thanks for coming to my ted talk about unpopular the last of us opinions lmao
Hi Bestie!
I love this interpretation! It's actually not really off from what I think of Tommy, too, actually! I just think his hero complex really clashes with Joel's drive to protect him. I don't think Joel CONSCIOUSLY wants to control Tommy, I just think he feels safest when he has control and/or has a good lock on someone's motivations. Tommy wanting to play hero puts him at risk and I imagine Joel pushed back on that really, really hard quite a bit. But yeah, Tommy just fucking off to Wyoming made me so mad lol (which is part of the reason for the Tommy arc in Lavender) But I think can also be at least partially explained by Tommy and Joel clashing more and more as years went by in the QZ, with Tommy getting more and more pissed off by FEDRA and wanting to lean into his hero instincts and Joel not able to shake the fear of his brother getting himself killed.
I will say, my Joels are definitely a lot more based on show Joel than game Joel! I have watched game playthroughs (I am... very bad at video games lol) but HBO Joel is definitely my man. Though yeah, his relationship with Tess in the game was definitely more ambiguously flirty than an unambiguously romantic relationship of any kind. But I don't think his lack of a romantic life immediately pre-outbreak is a fair indication of what he wants in general. Single fatherhood and working a ton of hours means you're going to limit your social life. He was clearly interested in romantic - or at least sexual - attachment at one time because Sarah exists.
That being said, I certainly don't think he'd show up to the QZ and be like "priority one: find a girlfriend." But I do think it's reasonable that he'd stumble into it eventually, either through a smuggling contact he got closer to than he intended or just a woman he was sleeping with because hey, sex!, that became something more.
This has been so fun! I hope this has shed some light on how I write Joel because I've thought a lot about this stuff over the last year. I love hearing your thoughts, thank you so much for sharing!!
Love you!
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Parents please remember that your words have connotations and consequences for your child.
I will try to keep this short but it so fucking important. And this so hard to put into words because I have know that trying to bring this up to my parents (who I currently live with) would end up in nothing but an argument and it being brushed of. So I never bothered on how I would.
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Do not tell your child: “Because I am the adult and you are the child…” Or “….That’s because you are the child and I am the parent.”
One time my mom was arguing with my brother about how he is addicted to his computer and he pointed to me and asked: “Well why is she on her phone?” (I was listening to music to try and wake myself up quicker for school) And you know what she said? She said this as if it was an unarguable fact to make him back off: “Because dragonciphering goes ballistic when I try to take it away.”
And that hurt. It was first thing in the morning. Do you understand? I get upset because I don’t think that a parent should be able to make something of mine go away just as a way to keep me in line. My phone to them is a gift from that has a receipt that can be used at anytime. And when I turned to my mom with tears in my eyes and asked why she said that all she said was: “It’s true, I mean, you’re getting upset at the mere idea of it.”
Then I said something like: “And why is it okay for you to talk to me this way? Your child? Because I know that if I talked to you this way you would get pissed and tell me not to talk to you like this.”
Her response? “Yes because I am the parent and you are the child so that wouldn’t be okay.”
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Do not tell your child: “Just because you think that…” or “Just because that’s what you think…”
Because that is telling your child that their thoughts on this matter or what they believe in and are taking action on is completely irrelevant and wrong. Do you know how many times I tried to bring up to my dad that yelling at his children about an issue they are having doesn’t help and then to have him say this? It’s soul crushing. Because it makes you realize that this person doesn’t care for your thoughts on this matter and you wait till he’s done yelling and talking at you about all that you’ve apparently done wrong and then wait till night time to cry yourself to sleep. When I realized that this wasn’t normal I started to try and distance myself from my dad. His response to noticing? “Hey why are you acting all weird? You’ve been brushing me off. Did I do something that you think was annoying or something?”
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I understand that this is not my normal posting. And I apologize to my mutuals and followers who may see this rant…but this is very important and I decided to bring it up.
Abuse comes in different ways and it’s important to make that known. And to you my fellow victims of ageism I say to you:
Don’t give up. You matter. I’m so sorry that this has also happened to you. There are people who love you and understand your pain.
#abuse tw#trauma tw#emotional abuse tw#ageism#important#mental heath#tw vent#vent post#personal vent#I will admit that I wrote this while being very angry.#tw emotional manipulation
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I'm sorry
Pairing: Brother Steve x child!reader
Type of Story: Brotherly
Warnings: Nothing I can think of
Summary: Big brother Steve has a hard time letting go.
Doesn't really follow the show. Mentions Vecna.
*Not Proof Read*
*****
" Why can't I got with the others! " I frown, glaring at Steve.
" Because you can't. " He snaps, obviously tired of my attitude. " I said no. "
" You're not my dad! " It's always like this! They treat me like a child just because I'm a year younger than the rest! I'm not even the youngest! Erica's younger than me and she's still allowed to do more stuff than me! It's not fair!
Steve's silent. " Just because your parent's don't give a shit about you, doesn't mean I don't. You're staying here. That's final. " Steve ignores my eyes as he walks towards the door, the others silently watching us. " Let's go! " He yells at Dustin and Mike, gesturing for them to get out of the house as he puts on his jacket.
Mike and Dustin hurry out, not wanting to be on the receiving end of Steve's anger.
" Lock the door. " Steve growls as he slams the door. He's pissed.
I didn't mean to hurt his feelings. I was just really frustrated. He always treats me like a little kid! I'm old enough to take care of myself.
I know Steve is just looking out for me. I mean, he is right. My parents don't care. They're too busy trying to find their next fix to take care of me. He's basically my older brother. He's always there for me when my parents aren't. He does what my parents don't.
I lean back into Hopper's couch. I shouldn't have been so mean.
***** Steve's POV *****
" How does she not realize she's going to herself fucking killed? She has no idea what's out there! " I rant to Dustin. " She's a little kid, she's not old enough to deal with this crap. "
" She's barely a year younger than us, Steve. " Dustin points out.
" Yeah but like, she doesn't know how to fight. She barely knows how to take care of herself! I had to teach her how to cook! How on earth does she think she can take on Vecna if she can't fucking scramble some eggs? " Lord knows her parents don't fucking give a crap. When I first met her, she was wearing raggedy clothes that barely fit anymore. They were barely taking care of her, giving her the bare necessities and nothing more. I had to take her shopping so she could go to school looking decent.
" Steve, you're being a little rough on her. " Nancy sighs. " She just wants to help. "
" Yeah well she can't. I won't let her. "
" How is she supposed to learn if you don't give her room to grow? Steve, whether you like it or not, Y/N is part of a world that has things we don't know about. She's going to have to take care of herself someday. "
Nancy's right.
I know I can't keep her safe forever, she just...she's a little kid. " What do you suggest, I just throw her out into this and pray for the best? "
Nancy rolls her eyes. " No of course not. Teach her. Prepare her for what might happen someday. She might end up in a situation where she needs to fight a Demogorgon or something someday. Keeping her in a bubble won't keep her safe forever. "
I know she's right. Maybe I am being too hard on her.
***** A few hours later, Y/N POV *****
I'm woken up by the sound of shuffling feet. A groan catches my attention.
I sit up and glance at Eddie as he and Jonathan help carry a passed out Steve into the house. Blood covers the entire front of his torn up shirt.
" Steve! " I run towards them, worry filling my body. " What happened? Steve are you okay?! "
The guys set Steve on the couch and I try to get closer, tears spilling.
" Hey, let's go outside. " Nancy stops me before I get to Steve. " Let's give them some space. "
" I need water and a towel! " Jonathan shouts to Mike as he rips open the rest of Steve's shirt. " Fuck he lost a lot of blood. "
" No! I want to stay with Steve! " I protest.
" Dustin. " Nancy glances at the boy, nodding at him.
Dustin grabs me and leads me out.
I try to shake off his hands, trying to run back inside. " Let me go, Henderson! " Tears stream down my cheeks. " I want to see Steve! "
" Not right now, Y/N. Let them help him, okay? We need to be patient. " Dustin tries to reason with me. " Come on, let's go. You can see him when he's better. "
I don't want to fight with him. I just want to cry.
I follow Dustin out of the house and onto the porch. We sit with our backs against the wall in silence.
I sob silently, curling up into a ball. This has to be a bad dream.
*****
" Hey, Y/N. Wake up. "
My head hurts so bad. I open my eyes to see Nancy shaking me slightly. " Where's Steve? "
" He's inside. He's asking for you. Come on. " She holds out her hand to help me up.
" Where are the others? " I ask.
" Jonathan took them home. "
I nod and quietly follow Nancy into the house, wishing this was just a bad dream. Steve got hurt and it's all my fault. Maybe if I hadn't been such a brat earlier, he would be okay. Why do I have to be so difficult?
Nancy pats my shoulder as we walk closer to Steve.
He smiles up at me. " Hey kiddo. " He says, exhaustion clear in his voice.
" I'll give you guys some space. " Nancy heads to the bathroom.
" Hi. " I whisper quietly, avoiding his gaze. " I'm sorry. "
Steve shifts slightly. " What? Why? "
" If I hadn't been so bad earlier, you wouldn't have gotten hurt. " Tears threaten to spill. " I should've just listened to you. "
" Hey, hey, come here. " Steve gestures me over. " You didn't do anything wrong, kid. You were right. I need to give you more freedom. I'm not your dad. " Steve and I make eye contact. " I'm sorry kiddo, I shouldn't have been so rough on you. I shouldn't have said what I said. "
I still feel guilty.
" This, " He gestures to himself. " is not your fault. I was being stupid, okay? It's my fault. "
" Are you sure? "
Steve laughs. " Yes, Y/N. I'm sure. " He grunts in pain as he sits up. " I'm going to be okay, Y/N. "
I smile slightly, feeling a little better. " Can I give you a hug? "
" Sure, kiddo. "
I slowly hug Steve, careful not to hurt him. " Can you teach me how to make a Molotov cocktail now?
" Don't push your luck, kiddo. "
#steve harrington#nancy wheeler#jonathan byers#x reader#x child reader#big brother#stranger things x reader#stranger things x y/n#stranger things
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No More Hiding
Synopsis: One where YN joins Harry at his first Venice Film Festival
CW: Smut and a shit load of fluff.
Ps. Not proof read. Hihi.
More of my work
Harry was sat on the sofa with Juno snuggled up on top of him watching YN on the TV. It was her Zane Lowe interview, and she isn't home as she's got more press to do. Juno was a bit under the weather so she was clinging on him, which he loved. He loves to snuggle with her, but hated that his baby is sick.
"Are you going to sleep now?" He asked caressing her silky brown hair. Her hair is the only thing which she got from her mother, she just looks like him. Juno just nodded in no as she stared at her mother on the TV.
"Mummy!" She sighed, but in excitement.
"Yeah, that's your mummy." He smiled.
"Pwetty." Juno smiled. She can say quite a few words and Pretty is one of her favourite one to say.
She'd call her breakfast pretty when asked if she likes it, she's call her toys pretty, her dad and mum pretty.
"Oh she is very pretty, isn't she?" Harry chuckled softly. He doesn't blame her, he's head over heels for the girl on his TV too. "But you're the prettiest." He booped her nose, "don't tell mummy tho."
He looked back to the TV, watch hi wife and baby mama talk about her new project, she seems so proud of.
"When Taylor messaged me on Instagram about this song, I kinda sorta might have pissed my pants." YN chuckled answering Zane Lowe's question. "I'm gonna use my pregnancy as an excuse, here. But she wrote this whole paragraph about how she likes my music and congratulated me for the Grammys, and that she has this song on Reputation she wanted to collaborate with me." She let out a squeal.
"I can't believe it even happened. Reputation, is hands down my favourite album. I ate my husband's ears out for like the whole time I was working on this project with Taylor." She looked like a child at a candy store.
"I'm gonna assume you had a great time working with Taylor. Now you have a song on your new album of yours with her as well—it is an amazing song by the way, I love it—how did that came along? Did you guys sit down after finishing up song on Rep and decided to write another? Because you said you wrote this song after you were done recording the Rep song. What was the process?" Zane asked his elaborated questions.
"Oh I really did enjoyed working with her, especially when she's the first one I'm collaborating with. And thank you." YN admitted, "recording song on my album just happened really, I was just showing Taylor this song and she was like 'you know what? Let's finish it up.' that's how we wrote this song. She's been nothing but such an amazing friend!"
And the conversation about her music went on, they discussed every song on her new album as they were sat in her house in Australia. She was there for press. Harry and Juno were napping in their shared bedroom in the same house, so she could have this time and work without Juno running after her for everything.
"Your song Heaven is so, so, so, so— urgh I don't even know how to put it into words, but when I was listening to this song felt so loved in a way. My kids loves this song by the way, they say it feels like a lullaby." Zane shared.
"Yeah it is, I wrote it after I got to know I'm having a daughter. I can't even explain how special I felt knowing she chose me to be her mother. God it was so surreal." YN ranted, the radiance on her face from talking about her daughter was brighter than the sun itself, "I just couldn't fathom—in a cool way—that my baby is going to be a girl. I am sort of religious when it comes to this. It is said daughters bring good fortune and good luck and love and joy along with them and it does feel like that. My parents got four daughters and they say the same thing. She's more attached to Harry I will say, that makes me jealous. But we're, we're on good terms."
Zane chuckled, "that's a beautiful thing." YN took in a deep breath knowing what question was coming forth her, "you never talked about your daughter, why so?"
"It was definitely to protect her from everything which comes with, with my career. I didn't felt like wanting to put her in lime light when she can't really understand what good and bad for her. When she's grown up maybe she'd want to be a part of what her parents do or she's maybe not to want to be part of this. And as much as I like social media, it is really one cruel place to be. Same came with my relationship, my husband and I did not wanted to talk about it openly mor did we wanted to hide, so that's that."
"No, I totally agree with you. Social media can have a bad influence most of the time." Zane said, "I've talked to Harry about it too in the past."
"Yeah, I've seen those interviews. You're really amazing by the way, best person I've been interviewed by ever. Thank you." YN praised Zane.
"Of course," he smiled at her compliment, "now we have this next song..." And they both diverted back to talking about her album. They still had 8 songs to talk about which were party and love songs.
Juno was up the entire interview. He put on Cocomelon for her, it helps her to to sleep somehow. To be honest he'd sleep watching that show too as to how boring he finds it.
"Oh we're watching Cocomelon?" It YN, she shut the door behind her as she took off her shoes. Juno's head shot up, as she climbed down the sofa leaving her dad in a heartbeat and waddled to her mother. "Hi baby love." YN gathered her in a warm hug as she scooped her from the ground, checking her fever with the back of her hand.
"Muma!" She smiled in content. YN just hugged her tighter. "Kissy." She held her mum's face in between her tiny hands as he pressed sloppy kiss on her mouth. She gets the face holding from her dad.
"I love you!" YN said, "more than you Papa, don't tell him though." She whispered the last part making Juno laugh cheekily.
"I heard that." Harry commented, "come here you two, now!"
"Demanding, aren't we?" YN said as she made her way to where her husband was sat.
Jumo held out her tiny pointer finger towards her dad, "Bad Papa!"
Harry gasped, "what did you just say!"
"No, Mummy!" She confided in her mum laughing.
"She isn't wrong." YN agreed with their daughter as she sat next to him. Juno straddling her lap as she rested her small head on her chest.
Harry cupped his wife's face as he brought her closer to him to kiss her on the mouth. "Missed you today."
"Awh! I missed you too." She cooed and gave him another kiss, "I have a day off tomorrow."
"Yeah?" He asked. He was planning out a day for just him and her, maybe leave Juno with his mother-in-law for the day. Take his wife out on a nice date, or do whatever she pleases. He just did not wanted to say that in front of Jumo or she'd be throwing a tantrum.
She's learned to throw tantrums now which is very challenging to the least, to handle her. But she calms down with in minutes.
"Mhmm." She nodded. "Do you want to go out for dinner?"
"Where do you want to go?" He asked, "or we can cook at home."
"We need to go grocery shopping." YN reminded him, "we can go to this Korean restaurant, Juno have have a bit of soup."
"You like soup, don't you?" Harry looked at his baby.
"Soup!" She exclaimed.
"Korean food it is." Harry announced, "come on, let's go change." He stood up holding his hands out for Juno. He placed her carefully down on her feet as they walked upstairs to change.
YN sat there, relaxing for a bit. Hearing giggling and squeals from Juno's room. She had come downstairs with her stuffed Bunny she got when she was having a nice day out with her Nana. He's named BumBum for some reason, bit keeps changing. She had her pair of Gucci sandles her dad got her of course.
"Mummy, put my shoes pwease?" She asked.
"Come on here, I'll teach you how to put on your shoes yeah?" YN suggested. She climbed up on the sofa, YN showed her how to put on her shoes.
"Yay!" She celebrated her bug success of putting her shoes on.
"Good job, darling." YN praised her.
"Papa, I put my shoes!" She told her father he came down all cha ged up, showing off her shoes.
"Good job baby," he praised her too. "You're getting big now, huh?" Juno just clapped her hands and did her happy dance.
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Juno was fast asleep in her baby ramp when they got back home. Harry took her upstairs to her room, changed her into her PJs and put her in her cot with a good night kiss. By the time he got back to the room he shared with his wife, she was already in shower. He knocked on the door.
"Can I join?" He asked.
"Come in." It did not took him more convincing to go in after that.
He can still resist seeing her, despite being together for three years and having a child with her, just looking at her (even if she's in worn down baggy clothes) makes him wanna go at it like rabbits. He could definitely feel himself getting hard there, as he stripped to get in shower with her.
He missed the days where he could make love to her anywhere in their home. But now they have confide in their bedroom, especially now since their little bean can walk and even climb out of her cot if she's feeling brave and rebellious. But this time he made sure to lock the bathroom door, but their daughter won't be up till the morning now.
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YN and Harry opted to not leave Junk with her Nana for the next day, just because they would be gone to Italy for two days.
YN's got a movie premiering at the Venice Film Festival, right next day after Harry's. It was Harry's first time whilst YN's been there for a couple of time. He was a hit nervous to say the least. It was better to spend some time with their little one before going away for two days for the first time.
Harry found it a little difficult to actually leave his mini me alone. He's never done that since she's been born, the longest he was away from her was 20 hours and that was dreading itself whilst she was on a plane with her Mummy to one his shows. Daddy and daughter snuggled for hours after the show to be frank, turns out neither Juno can go a day without her dad.
And here she is helping her mum pack a duffle bag with her night clothes, helping her pick some PJs. YN's side of closet was made into a mess.
"Papa no!" She scolded her dad moving his hand away who was helping her fold the clothes to put into the bag, "me do it!"
"Okay you do it." He gave up.
YN had made her a little clothe folding 'Machine' with pieces of cardboard, as a sensory toy. She loves to use it as she can fold clothes. She placed her mum's sleep shirt on it, surprisingly very nearly for a eighteen month old and folded up the piece of clothing.
"Yay!" She celebrated as she moved on to another shirt. She found it fun to help around already.
"Good job baby girl." Harry praised her, helped her by pushing her baby hairs out of her face. Once she was done she got to play with her dad. They play fought whilst YN got her skincare kit together, yN was getting her stuff together whilst two kids were playing instead of just following her around.
That's what they both do, Harry follows YN around like a puppy and Juno follows him around. But she was left alone now to get her stuff together in peace. Now they were singing nursery rhymes together, making a load of noise.
"Papa you bein' siwwy!" Juno squealed a laugh watching her dad make funny faces as he strummed his guitar. For am 18 month old her vocabulary was pretty good, he was surprised. "Wan' one!"
"You want a guitar?" He beamed, and she nodded grinning wife showing off dimples she got from him. "Will get you one soon, yeah princess?"
"Yay!" She celebrated, stood up on the mattress to give Harry a kiss on his mouth.
"I love you." He mumbled pulled her in a hung after he put his guitar away.
"Wuv you!" She mumbled.
It warmed YN's heart to see him so good with Juno, just like she imagined he's going to be. He is already an amazing father to her. She was done packing up their bags, she even packed Harry's stuff for him because he was having such a great time with their little bean. She told him she was going down stairs to make them dinner. It was her turn to make dinner tonight.
"Babe?" Harry called about an hour later as he made his way down to kitchen.
"I'm in kitchen." She answered. "Where is JJ?"
"She's napping in our bed." He shared, "just got a call from Jeff."
"Now what does that fucker wants?" She asked, annoyed clearly as she copped lettuce for the side salad.
"Don' say that love, he's m'friend." He cooed, but in a joking way, "he was askin' me to ask you if y'could send out a statement sayin' your Harry is a different Harry and not me. The birthday posts have made enough chaos and your recent interview just added to it." He explained.
She snorted, "why would I do that?"
"Don' have to baby, I don' want y'to either. I can't live a double life anymo'." He sighed, "I'm so happy with you, don' want tk change anythin' 'ave got the most amazing girls with me. That's all I need. I want no more hidin'."
"Awh H!" YN sighed and pulled him in a hug, "you need a different manager."
"Just don't leave me." He mumbled, his fave buried in the crook of her neck.
"Never leaving you H, not for seven lives you've got. Remember we vowed two hears ago." She reminded him.
"I want y'in every universe and every life baby, I love you. So much." He wrapped his arms around her waist.
"I love you." She mumbled. "Don't have to get so sad and upset about it. I'm not going anywhere, you have me and Juno for the rest of our days."
"You have me too." She could feel him smile against her skin as he mumbled. He pressed a gentle kiss on her neck before he hugged her tighter.
"Harry, no hickeys. I'm wearing my hair up!" She warned him when she felt him suck on her skin lightly.
"Too bad," he pulled away, "you've got sensitive skin, 's already red." He smirked proudly looking at his work on her neck.
"God you're annoying." She groaned and got back to her work, just for him to wrap his arms around her again, from behind.
"Too bad that too, you're stuck with me. For our seven lives." He kissed her cheek, "I wan' you to be as petty as you want to be now. Show everyone who I belong to."
"You mean I can crumble TPWK, chop it into tiny lil pieces and throw it out the window of 69th floor?" She asked as she stirred the food on the stove in front of her.
"That's a bit specific and as much as I want you to do that, don' hurt anyone, yeah?" He made a bargain.
"Too bad that," she said, "I was about to go over to your asshole Jeffery's house and crack his neck."
"Maybe don' do that." He said, "that's a bit cruel."
"I'll think about it." She nodded, "god can't wait to tell everyone I'm your wife."
"And I can't wait to show I'm your husband and baby daddy." He nudged his nose into her freshly washed hair.
"We're being cringey, we should stop." She laughed.
"I don' know." He shrugged, "let's turn off the stoves now and go to the bathroom now."
"You're like a teenager." She squealed a soft chuckle feeling his hand creep upto her breasts, pushing his hand down back to her tummy. "Still need to make the salad and food for Juno."
"She's nappin', come on, don' leave your husband with blue balls." He whined.
"Thought we had seven lives together, we got plenty of time for that." She teased him.
"I've fot seven minutes before I explode."
"God you're dramatic." She turned off all the stoves and turned around. He pulled her away from hot vessels so she doesn't hurt herself as he attacked her with a big needy kiss on her mouth, his hands reaching down to groop her butt as he picked her up to take her to the downstairs bathroom.
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Harry loves Italy. More than anyone could imagine. That's where he asked YN to be his girlfriend, that's also where he proposed her and also where they got married. It js a pretty special place to him. Even his baby ws conceived there. Wink wink!
Harry couldn't take YN on the premier of his movie with him but he was for sure going with her the next day. He had picked out an outfit with help of Lambert just incase he gets to go on the red carpet with her, though he's nust planning to accompany her on her request.
The press conference and red carpet for his movie was rather boring for him, he'd admit.
But he was so excited that she'd be with him for the screening. She looked incredibly adorable with her floral printed skirt and a blouse to go with it. She had styled her hair in subtle waves. He walked upto her where she was talking to the director of his movie and someone from her crew.
"I can't wait to get out of here," he said to her but Jeffery was there in his manager mode and pulled him back to ask to go see the fans who were stopped right behind YN behind the barricade.
Next day, watching his wife talk to people, being her humble and sweet self made his heart flutter that much more. He looked stunning in her Gucci suit from hi HAHAHA collection, he had it custom made in her most favourite colour and even had her favourite flower clipped to the lapel on the blazer. Her hair thrown into messy low bun with a few face framing bits around her gorgeous chubby cheeks, he loves to pepper with kisses. Their wedding and engagement ring she proudly wore today as only accesory for the night on her hand.
Even he wore his engagement ring and wedding ring proudly today and yesterday.
The dark red-ish brown lipstick made her lips stand out. If they weren't in a room full of people he'd just go up to her make her sit on his lap and make out with her for hours on end.
Soon the press conference was over, he watched YN walk over to him. Harry did not waste a moment to hold her hand.
"Let's go get ready for the carpet, yeah?" She suggested.
"Mhmm." He nodded and walked out with her to the water taxi. Once sat and away from the people taking pictures and videos of them, "you did so good there."
"Thank you." She smiled, leaning her head on his shoulder which earned her a kiss on her forehead.
"Want to see you in your outfit already. You just said you're wearing something white and iridescent." He pouted, making a puppy face.
"Just an hour," she said.
Harry had already heard her rave about this dress she had designed from this small boutique in her hometown, it was support a small business and even bring her movie character with her as she walked down the red carpet for the premiere. YN's younger than him but she's been in the industry to know what exactly she is doing, Harry is very grateful whenever she guides him with something.
It just took her about 40 minutes to get out of photocall look and then additional 45 minister to get into her final look. She had asked Harry to het something to match her with just two clues. He got himself a iridescent and white dress shirt and dress pants with the shoes he wore on his movie premier. He did not wanted to steal from her day and make it about himself so he kept jt simple. But it was Gucci of course.
"Dan-ta-naa!" YN exclaimed walking into the living room area of their suite from the bedroom where she was getting ready. Harry quickly changed up in the bathroom and was fixing his hair looking in her small hand held mirror.
She looked like a living doll with her puffy mini dress which hemmed right ar her mid thighs with puffy sleeves, her hair pulled up into a mid high ponytail with a black iridescent bowed headband around her hair but a few pieces were left around her face and styled into her classic waves. She wore Oxford loafer with ankle high socks, a bold red lip to finish up the look. It was so much like her but also her movie character with simple colour, sophisticated style yet sparkly. When she stepped closer he also noticed glittery eyeliner, smoked out on her gorgeous eyes making her look that much more mature. Harry didn't know he was holding onto his breath until he felt her hand on his bicep bringing him back to life there.
"You took my breath away," he sighed making her chuckle. She pouted asking for a kiss.
"It's transfer proof." She said refering to her lipstick. He smiled and gladly gave her much deserved kiss, he just did not wanted to ruin her makeup for her. At least not now.
The premier of her movie was amazing. Her fans were ecstatic to see Harry with her, even his fans were. He took a few pictures with her and went to stand with her team whilst she was being the icon she is. He did not hesitate to click a few pictures of her himself on their disposable camera he got with him.
Her movie was amazing. It recieved 18 minutes standing ovation as everyone praised her and the director of her movie. A movie made by women for women was the motto of the project which was evidently conveyed to the audience. Harry couldn't be more proud of her as he whistles and clapped and cheered for her, asking everyone around him to cheer as well. It made an history at the Film Festival for the longest standing ovation then and there.
It should be weird but Harry couldn't be happier to see his wife in happy tears tonight. For someone who debuted in the entertainment industry as a singer to turn into an actor was a pretty big deal for her and he knew it. He has seen her go through so much with in three years with her, he couldn't imagine how she dealt with everything from the age of just ten.
For the after party dinner, YN couldn't help but just look at her love. He looked extra handsome today to for some reason.
She was lucky one to have her dreams come true, she's been his fan since the very beginning of his career. Now she is married to him and have a child with him. There is just so much more to him just slaying everyday on his life in front of camera like a pro.
He's the most caring man she has had in her entire life. Most importantly she feels loved around him which she never got to experience from anyone other than her sisters and mother. It was a different kind of love and it was refreshing. He never gives into her lies of I'm fine but instead sits her sown and talk it all out.
He's an amazing husband and equally amazing father if not more. That's what she wanted for her future kids. God seeing him with Juno makes her heart melt into a puddle.
Now seeing him get along with her friends and colleagues made her fall in with him that much more. If that was even possible. How he managed to sneak in little kisses on her forehead and cheek, never failed to leave her hand unless needed. They talked through the dinner, everyone was praising YN for her work.
Honestly Harry thought it wasn't enough. No praises are enough for his Queen, she needs more and more because she deserves every one of those.
They went back to their hotel but YN didn't eat much as she didn't find the food that great, so they walked to little store which was open down the street. They had a few crips options for her and a few fruit drinks plus a load of sweets. She got a pack of gummy bears, big pack of classic salt and vinegar crips and only mango smoothie left in the fridge, Harry opted for the strawberry one as it was her second choice just incase she changed her mind. And they walked back to their hotel.
They both did their little face masks and ate the junk food both of them got and watched half of recent Conjuring movie. Talked to their baby on FaceTime for a few minutes before it was time for her bed. Well it was way past her bed time but she was with her Nani so she was excused.
"So?" Harry looked at his wife smirking.
"So?" She asked.
"Are you tired?" He asked.
"Not really, not much." She shook her head then realised what he was referring to. "Only if you can be on top."
"Yeah, can do that." He nodded in agreement as he kept his laptop away he rolled over to her side, hovering her halfway as he caught her lips with his tenderly.
"Just go slow." She mumbled against his mouth.
"Was planning on same." He said pulling away so he can move to fit in between her thighs with hands rested on either sides of her shoulders kept him from crushing her with his weight. "Just miss making love to ya, I'm very tired of quickies at night in our bedroom or the bathroom."
"Awh Harry," she cooed and pulled him down with her hand sliding up his neck. He sucked on her bottom lip gently as he slowly made his way down her jaw to her neck with equal feathery and sloppy kisses. "Can I leave hickeys on ya?"
"Mhmm," she nodded. She got nothing to worry about even though she's got half of the press left for her album. But it was okay with her. Everyone knows they sleep together, they're married and have a child!
He lingered just that much longer on her pulse at her neck. Sucking a tiny mark on her skin meanwhile rutting his hips into hers, fabrics of their underwear just separating them from each other, she could feel his hardening bulge against her bundle of nerves with his each soft rut.
It was just perfect that he is just in his boxers and she is just in her shirt and a pair of panties, which Harry is sure are to ruined already when a soft moan escaped her mouth. Her moans are like whispers of song to him, not that she's a loud moaner. It was something just for both of them when it's that way.
"C'mere," he moved away from sucking a mark on her neck but not before he pressed a kiss on her mouth as he helped her sit up. His hands going down to the hem of her shirt as if on auto pilot mode, "can I take this off?"
"Please." She nodded.
Him still asking her for everything little thing makes butterflies in her tummy fly upto her head, because she knows what's coming next. He carefully took off her shirt, extra careful with her pretty face.
"Need y'to stand 'ere." He said as he guided her to side of their hotel bed with his hands on her hips, "no, no a's okay." He assured her already seeing her suck in her tummy, something she did subconsciously especially since she's got a little baby pooch and strech marks on her skin. "Don' do that, okay?"
"Mhmm." She nodded.
"Relax." He looked up at her with his hand rested on her tummy, "relax or aren' goin' any further, baby love. Want you to be comfortable." Once he had made sure she was relaxed, he got to slide down her panties, a wet patch was evidence which boosted up his ego. He knows how to work her up.
Without saying a word with his hand behind her knee he pulled her leg up to rest on the mattress besides him as she stood in between his legs. He pressed a loving kiss on her tummy earning a soft giggle from her, he went onto kiss his way down south. YN gasped feeling the tiniest swip of his tongue on her already sensitive clit. Harry glanced at her with a devilish smirk on his face, his right dimple showing up. He moved to loving on the soft skin on her thighs, pressing on sloppy wet kisses in a trail leading upto where she wanted more pressure just to move to her other thigh.
"How many do you have in you?" He asked, but keeping busy with loving on her.
"I don't know." She mumbled. It's been a long time they have gone this slow. It was like her first time, he made it so special and unforgettable for her, it was on their second date. No pre-hand preparations were needed, he has drove her back to her hotel in London but he ended up staying the night with her, though they opted out on intercourse it was still a very special night. "Quit teasing, H, please!"
"No begging baby, I'm gonna make you cum tonight." He said, "just gonna have my way with you." She just whined a gasp feeling his thumb on her clit rub a tight circle to join by a flick of the tip of his tongue. His tongue was still cold from when he had his (almost frozen) smoothie. She let out a hiss at a bold lick of his tongue.
Looking down, she found him with his eyes closed, devouring her taste like she's his last meal. With his hands on her hips urging her to move her hips in slow thrusts again his flicking tongue which was now warming up to familiar sense of pleasure which followed by closely. She was immediately pushed to the edge when she saw the bright green of his eyes with hints of blues and browns, his cheekbones looked so much more prominent as he sucked on her clit. He sucked in a deep breath as he shut his eyes closed again, indulging himself.
"I'm close, H," she moaned a sigh at the sight of him alone, and another as her hands went up threading through his hair pushing his head further into her pussy. Vibration from his humming causes sparks go down her spine as the exhale from his nose sooth her. She felt his finger teasing at her entrance as he sucked on her clit. It's been just few minutes but it feels like a life time as she came over her euphoric high.
"Fuck!" She mumbled, feeling like she's made of rubber as every tense sensation in her bones, joints and muscles washed away. She almost fell down it were for Harry to pull her on his lap, making her straddle his thighs.
"Hi," he was quick to wrap his arms around her, holding her up as he buried his face into her neck.
"Hi," she whispered resting her head on his shoulder.
"You alright?" He enquired.
"Yeah, just—it was alot. But good." She nodded, "just need a second."
"We have all night baby love." He chuckled quietly, rubbing his hand on the planes of her bare back. "Think we should sleep now, yeah?"
"No," she whined.
"You look tired baby," he pointed out the obvious, "was it that good?"
"I told you I need a second, don't boost your ego." She mumbled against his skin.
"It's been more than a second." He chuckled, "you good now?" He asked once she pushed away slightly to look at him.
"Mhmm." She nodded. "It's just been that long, all we were doing was having quickies."
"Mmm, must say enjoyed tha' very, very much. We should do this more often." He suggested, a cheeky obviously smirk playing on his lips.
"Yeah?" YN cooed teasing him, scrunching up her nose, nudging against his.
"Yeah!" He nodded mimicking her.
Harry's play mocking was shut down with her buttoning their mouths together again as she pushed him back on the mattress.
"Uh-uh, darlin' love, we're doin' it my way today." He managed to mumble against her mouth, turning her unspoken offer of a blowie from her, he knows her all too well. Hooking his leg behind her knee, his hand on her hip and one behind her neck he flipped them over in a split of a second. "Today is about you," he reminded her, pushing her bangs which covering her pretty face. "You had many people show their love and support for you today. Now 's my turn."
"Is it?" She squinted her eyes and pouting her lips in fake confusion.
He kissed her pout away, "mhmm, it is. It is my love."
"God you are hot!" She groaned pulling him in for a kiss.
She wouldn't lie she's been his fan before they met, fought for his tickets online in the fan queue. She found herself quite lucky that he happened to fall in love with her. She took no shame in fangirling over him, on his face.
"Mm," Harry pulled away in hurry. "Gimme a second, yeah?" He hurried to the closet where their bags were kept, almost stumbling over his own bare feet, he took out a few condoms. He walked back to where he left his wife.
"We don't need those." She told him.
"We don' need another babe for a while, love, one is already takin' all of our time and extra." He told her and he slipped down his boxers.
"I am on birth control," she reminded him and watch realisation wash over his gorgeous features. Yet another cheeky smile took over his face as he tossed the silver packets behind him like trash, well, it was trash now. He made his way back to her and smushed his mouth on hers in a tender loving kiss.
"Harry?" She tried to speak, which halted his actions immediately. He looked at her to find her doe eyes, "please?" She asked.
God, they're like old couples who's been together for atleast 7 to 8 decades!
He gave a nod as he willing lied on his back, pulling her on top of him—he is not dumb to deny a blowie offer for the second time!— she gave him a soft peck on his lips, kissing the corner of his mouth she made her way of sloppy wet kisses down his jaw to his neck. His sweet spot just by the angle of his jaw where she lingered to earn a few soft moans from him. Once she was satisfied and knew very well it's going to leave a mark which will darken in the morning and stay for at least a week she moved back to press another kiss on his mouth.
"You sure?" She asked.
"You know I'm—" he was interrupted by another kiss which he welcomed gladly because he's"—not gonna say no to that."
"I love you," she chuckled.
"I love you." He rephrased.
She made her way down. His hard cock lied on his stomach there, wrapping her fingers around it was enough to earn a small gasp from him. Her couldn't fathom the sight of how her tiny hands looked tiny wrapped around his shaft like that. His mind was knocked off all the thoughts at once though, when he felt her warm tongue swipe around just the tip. A kitten licks in, she takes just the head in her mouth. He looked down to find her fully indulged, god how he loved it. She pulls away with sound of pop to his cock another lick.
"God!" He groaned softly, letting his head hang back in the slightest of pleasure, which he wouldn't lie was aching to feel. The feel of her warm mouth wrapped around his, feeling her mouth more and more on his cock. "Oh, no baby take just as much as you can." He warned her. She just hummed as she slowly started to bob her head up and down his cock. He let out a louder hiss of a moan. He wouldn't last long if he keeps thinking how much he missed it then he wouldn't have another in him, especially with how much he desired to be on top. How she made his mind boggle was out of this world.
"Baby, love, stop." He stopped her.
"What? Did I hurt you?" She asked.
"No, no you didn't." He rushed to assured her pulling her closer to him holding onto her wrist. "I wouldn't last that long, and I already don't think 'ave another in me. Let me fuck you now, yeah?"
"Mhmm." She got off of him.
"C'mon darlin', lie down, wanna see your pretty face as I make y'cum with my cock now." He sits up, he doesn't let her lied down herself, with his hands behind her knees he pulls her down making her fall back as he fit himself in between her thighs. "Y'look so gorgeous like this. Jus' for me to see, yeah?"
"Just for you." She nodded. He hovers over her.
"Did I tell you jow much I love you?" He mumbled against her cheek before pressing a soft kiss on her skin.
"You do that like a million times a day." She agrees.
"Mhmm, I love you. So much." He reminded her again as he he buttoned their mouths together, tucking her bottom lip in his. "You ready?"
"Yeah." She could only manage to get one word out with his mouth on hers. He pulled away just a inch, his hand going down in between them, taking his cock in his hand he slowly pushed himself in. Taking it slow this time.
YN could feel every crevice and vien on his cock as she felt him slip inside. He felt bigger somehow. Gasping for hair, she wrapped her arms around his middle, fearing she's going to slip away from all the pleasure she was already feeling.
Happy hormones having a firework in her brain just intensified when he was fully in. His forehead nuzzled in her neck.
"Move now please!" She whimpered quite literally. He hummed in reply as he pulled back just to trust in. It did not take him long to pick a nice rhythm which worked wonders for their filthy song. Their moans added low vocals to the beats of their hips coming together.
"No, look at me baby." He requested, when he saw her eyes shut close. Her head burying further down in her pillow.
"Go faster please," she whined of pleasure. In silent agreement Harry picked up his pace just a little. Pushing her sweet spot just right times, pushing her that much closer to edge.
He felt himself release once, he was close he knew. "Are you gonna cum for me baby?"
"Uh-huh," she nodded and finally looked at him, "ah, please cum with me Harry."
"I'm behind you baby love, cum for me whenever—" he grunts as he keeps up with his rhythm, "—you're ready."
With her hands cupping his face, she pulled him down for a kiss. But she shuddered physical feeling him groan and inhale sharply through her nose as he started going feral with his thrusts now. Chasing for both their highs. Especially after feeling her pussy clench around his cock.
Soon enough he was cumming right after her, as her pussy milked his cock to the last drop.
After shocks hit just rught after a pause in their actions, maybe a second, before both of them started painting as if they just ran a marathon. Harry chuckled softly when he pulled his head up to look at her all worn out lied there under him with her eyes shut, in euphoric daze.
"You alright baby?" He asked.
"Uh-huh." She sounded, opening her eyes to look at him, she felt numb down there but could still tell his now soften cock was still inside her. He smiled resting his forehead on hers, taking in the moment.
"Need to get y'cleaned," he reminded himself more than he did her. It was his ritual, which he couldn't follow for many times even after their quickies.
"I will go clean myself, we don't have much here." She reminded him, "we're in a hotel."
"Oh yeah," he realised, letting out a sigh he looked at her, "you need a minute?"
"Hmm." She nodded.
"You did so good, came so hard." He said, already reminiscing what happened not even a minute ago. She laughed softly, the red tint in her complextion just intensifying.
Her watched as her hand came in his view, her pointer finger running down in feathery touch from in bet his brows to the nose, a little tap on the tip of his nose. He was waiting for it, it never failed to earn a giggle and a tender kiss from him.
"C'mon now, need y'to go pee and clean yourself, yeah?" He said and finally pulled out of her, already missing the specific physical closeness he shared with her.
"I want to cuddle naked." She demanded as she sat up.
"Mhmm," with a pat on her bum he sent her to the bathroom.
......................................................................
It was half past one in the morning, YN got into bed with her husband. Still feeling her legs wobbling as she walked.
As much as both of the loved being parents to Juno, none of them would even a quarter ounce of a thing, both of them just missed their alone time.
As guilty feeling as it felt to them both, that was needed. It wasn't as intense as their pre baby sex times, but it surely felt like one.
With quickies, it wasn't sure both of them had their orgasms which was equally as important for the other to make sure. With promises to get back to it when their baby would whine in her sleep or start crying or is sick, the tiredness from late night and early mornings broke their promises quite many times. Which both of them were fine of.
They're new parents, and they're going to learn as time goes by.
"We should do this at least once a month." Harry suggested.
For once in a blue moon, he was a big spoon today.
"Yeah? Come to Italy?" She asked.
"Maybe," he said, "or we can have Juno spend time at one of her Grandma's or Aunty Gem's house. Does that sound selfish?"
"No, it doesn't." She assured him, "I know it feels wrong to leave her like that, but I feel like we need alone time too. Not just for sex and but just to talk or get some rest."
He scoffed jokingly, "please, you can never keep your hands off of me."
"Yeah, says you who started this." She commented shutting down his giggles.
"Touche baby love." He smiled. "We have a flight at night tomorrow. So we can sleep in for as long as we wish."
"Please don't wake me up until I wake up myself, even if there's a earthquake or tsunami warning!" She begged, "good night, Mr. Styles."
"Good night, Mrs. Styles." He kissed the back of her head.
He knew she wanted to talk more, she's a talker and goes on and on but she is too tired he reckoned. He's gonna have to take her on a vacation soon.
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I think I'm losing my mind. I was on reddit and I uninstall that yesterday cause of glee subreddit(if you don't know what is glee subreddit, there is a social media app called reddit where people of common interest or region can get together and discuss on topics posted) . So the glee reddit is kinda annoying. As far as what I've observed , that reddit has more of brittana fans and they kept bashing klaine.
The funny thing is that they hate klaine for the same reason they love brittana. Well hate and love is one's feeling. But I don't know if this particular incident triggered me. Someone was as usual bashing on klaine in a klaine Christmas celebration post. Not a hate post. So I got into a heated argument. Then there was a DM that a person accused me of lifting lines from other peoples fic to mine. And they blocked.
The thing is this fandom is not so young. Meaning you would have fics on almost all genres with similar kinda writing. I am just pissed that person accused me without any proof. Not just that.
There is this another person, who is on tumblr too. They say that they love Kurt but they said what Kurt did to get back to klaine relationship was cringey. I asked what made him cringey cause he didn't do much to get into relationship. It was all sue. And they just typed "stfu" get as spontaneously as they can.
Now what broke the camels back was I put a misinterpreted statement on another post. And I didn't know one of Rachel's dad in s3 was black but not as black as what they showed in the s1. Someone explained that the actor Brian stokes was mixed ,has black ethnicity and had lighter colour than the dude shown in s1. I agreed and I said that was my point and oh my god,the downvotes.
I just said call me racist if you want,I don't care and there is this person who called me stfu came up,called me annoying and I need help. I just cited that they have less temper and I don't need a psychology lesson from them and the person just bitched and said to seek professional help.
I don't know why I am ranting to you. I'm so sorry. I just want someone to talk me through this. This keeps pissing me off.
Hey dear! No, it's fine - sometimes it's just easier to write it all out and just let yourself feel all the things. And it's totally fine.
I'm sorry for all the crap you've been going through! It's rough when fandom does not feel like the fun place you want it to be.
I am aware of reddit and have never really been a fan. I've heard the Glee fandom on there is pretty terrible in general, so I've always avoided it. It's hard, sometimes, when there doesn't feel like a lot of places to go -- especially when the fandom has very much faded and dwindled. But my best advice is to always step away from the places that make you angry.
(It can be hard, I know! When I first joined tumblr, I think I followed people I didn't really like mostly because I felt like I /needed/ to hear their wrong take. It took me a while to figure out that it was better mentally to not engage at all.)
There are also a lot of people who would rather revel in their hate of a thing than rejoice in their enjoyment. There have been psychological studies about how anger brings people together more than love. (Interestingly, I remember a long time ago there used to be a forum for Chris fans and the biggest, most trafficked thread was about hating Darren.)
I think the other unfortunate thing so often in fandoms is that people only really want to hear what they want to hear and be validated that their opinion is the /right/ one instead of listening to what other people have to say and respecting that some people don't respond to the same things you do. It's unfortunate that things become black and white and lines need to be drawn, but alas, the internet (and humans) have always been tribal like this.
Meanwhile, the best thing I can say is just enjoy the thing you like. These people are just going to be assholes whether you engage with them or not, so why give them a platform? Your mental health is worth more than their time - so give yourself a break.
You're welcome to come chat with me any time. :)
<3
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