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genderkoolaid · 9 months

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Rating Yonic Words (Very Logical and Unbiased and Scientific and Impartial)

Vagina et al. - 2/10. Hard* "g" sound is awful. Its a chewy word. Would be better with a soft "g" like in the french vagin, but even thats like, 5/10. Also way overused to describe the whole set when its only the main hole, but its also the proper clinical word for said hole. "Vag" is slightly better but carries the sin of the father (hard "g"), and va-jay-jay is a solid 0. You just doubled the worst sound here. Its the yonic Cain.

*not actually hard, my brain is just too french, but i don't think this sound deserves to be called soft. it's a chewy g. forgive me for my lies

Vulva - 10/10. Love him. "V" sounds flow so nicely. You could sing this in an opera. Also actually refers to the whole kit n caboodle. May be a little clinical for some but we can change that. We can make it horny. You can help me make it horny. Betty Dodson would want you to help me make it horny.

Pussy - 7/10. Gets some points for being a classic, and its decent sounding. But the "s" sounds aren't the best, especially alongside the "p" sound. Its just a little too harsh and kind of juvenile. Good for a laff.

Punani et al. - 2 to 7/10. Gets cool points for being a descendant of the Akan language through Jamaican creole. Gets a range of points because I'm grouping poontang (bad word to say and hear) in with punani (a clear 7)

Labia - 10/10. Vulva's lovely twin. Another word you could sing. The "b" sound isn't offputting- it flows nicely between the elegant "L" and "ia." Again, a bit clinical, but so good to say. Labia (the word and the body part) deserve more love.

Fanny - 0/10. Pussy's worse sounding cousin. Replacing the "s" sounds with "n" removes the flow of pussy, which makes this the yonic-linguistic equivalent of going down a dry waterslide.

Cunt - 10/10. Its like a punch in a good way. Not too harsh, but makes its point clearly; a well-rounded sound. Can be comedic and horny but its not too unserious. Good mouthfeel. I'm a big cunt fan. Can also be an insult, but such is the way of sex organs. Such a versatile word.

Coochie - 4/10. Sorry to the coochie lovers out there but my god? The "ch" sound? Awful to hear. Get that out of my genitalia. Gets points for comedic use, which I respect.

Twat - 2/10. Sounds like the sound made when Batman decks some guy in the face. The "t" sounds here are just unpleasant, and when combined with "æ" it gets worse. Sorry Brits & co. </3

Clitoris / Clit - 9/10. Important organ we all know and love. Both long & short versions sound good, although I think it could be smoother. Way better clinical term than vagina, but I wish we had wider options for him.

Snatch - 3/10. I'm not a fan of the sounds at play here (once again, get "ch" out of here), but I find this word really funny. I cannot imagine this being used hornily. It sounds like the name of a delightful cryptid.

Quim - 4/10. What are you, from the 1700s? I think it sounds alright, the "q" isn't abrasive, but unless you are writing historical fiction it just doesn't sound right.

Any and All Metaphorical Words - 1/10. Never work outside of extremely horny contexts or jokes. Gets one point for extremely horny contexts and jokes.

#this post brought to you by a conversation i had with myself a few nights ago #m.

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clueless-fan-critic · 9 months

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Barbie: Yeah, I’m a Guy Who Watched the Barbie Movie.

Sooooo... I’ve watched the Barbie movie. And I am a man. So deal with it.

What is the Barbie Movie?

Basically, the Barbie Movie is about... well, Barbie. Everything pink and feminine as far as the eye can see. The movie itself however is taking it in a far different direction.

The film’s director Greta Gerwig is basically a surprising director to have for the film. Gerwig is known for her female-driven movies like Ladybird and Little Women to name a few. So it’s no surprise that Barbie is on a journey of self-discovery about her identity as a woman and a Barbie.

There’s also this whole Barbenheimer meme going on, but I’m talking about Barbie.

After Watching...?

The Barbie Movie is both a jaunty jab at the stereotypes of both male and female roles and Mattel, as well as a beautifully hilarious film thanks to Margot Robbie’s portrayal as the classic or stereotypical Barbie. Robbie’s Barbie goes though a transformation from the definitive Barbie to a fully grown being. Her existence is put into question as she learns more and more about the real world and the harsh truths that come with it. She slowly discovers that she’s more than a Barbie, but an actual person with autonomy and choice.

America Ferrera kills it as a lover of Barbie who had to live with Barbie’s standards in the real world. Ferrera gives a powerful speech about the constant frustrations of what it’s like to be a woman, perfectly encapsulating the highs and lows of the gender in a completely human way. Ferrera is the perfect person to take on this role based on her work from Ugly Betty and Superstore, showing more humanly real traits than superficial perfection.

Ryan Gosling’s Ken as an antagonist made a lot of sense once you think about the theme of film. Ken is essentially the butt of the joke that Barbie takes for granted, making him feel inadequate. So when he finds the respect he craved in the real world, he starts to build a “Kendom” for him and his fellow Kens to feel good about themselves and step out of the shadow of the Barbies. It is exactly how we all think would happen if Ken found out about patriarchy.

It basically tackles both ideas of feminism, patriarchy, hyper femininity, and toxic masculinity in this film without making it too preachy or forced in your face or that men are trash and women are perfect. No, it takes those ideas in a way that addresses the flaws in each set of philosophies while not demonizing or glorifying any side. They’re just opposing ideas with their own problems to deal with and some good ideas that are taken too much as fact without common sense.

The scene that moved me the most was Barbie’s choice to become human after experiencing life and having a conversation with the creator of Barbie Ruth Handler. Combined with the haunting Billie Eilish song “What Was I Made For” and flashes of various girls and women living life, it was a beautiful tribute to what Barbie was initially made for: a tribute to a daughter from a mother.

What Was Barbie Made For?

Barbie was made for those who think Barbie is just a doll that goes against modern women and those who believe Barbie to be an inspiring figure to strive, but most of all those who know the full history of a mother-daughter relationship in its creation.

If you love Barbie, you’ll love the movie. If you hate Barbie, you’ll love the movie. If you don’t know Barbie, you’ll love the movie.

#barbie #margot robbie #ken #ryan gosling #greta gerwig #ladybird #little women #barbie 2023 #america ferrera #ruth handler #billie eilish #barbenheimer #barbieedit #ugly betty #superstore

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itsthesinbin · 7 months

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yo could you write like reader x ice king x magic betty

like i did like the reader being frozen before the mushroom war you did in one of the ice king x reader posts. so they know simon and they use that to help betty to get used to ice king and betty falls in love with over a date all three of them have. so like ice king now has two girlfriends and he’s so happy like doing happy dances flying around giggling making ice sculptures of reader and betty as gifts.

OKAY I REALLY LIKE THIS!!! 1: its cute 2: i was trying to figure out what to do with betty in this au 3: ice king deserves two girlfriends!!

as i wrote this it ended up more like.... how it started vs actual dating so feel free to ask for more :3

Ice King and Betty (Adventure Time)

At first, you were all for Betty trying to find a way to reverse the crown's magic. As much as you grew to love the Ice King, there was a nagging part of you that felt... wrong about it. Simon was in there somewhere- he certainly proved he was when he was back long enough to bring Betty into the future.

But Betty just... kept getting worse. Obsessed. Insane. It got the point where she actually ended up hurting him by trying to rewrite the crown, on top of kidnapping poor Gunther. You had to do something.

You caught her in Ice King's "the past" room one night, after Gunther woke you up. She was going through Simon's old things to try and find any clues. She almost ran when you found her, but you convinced her to stay. To hear you out.

"Betty... I know we weren't close back in the day, but you know I cared about Simon too- we were good friends. But..." you felt yourself get choked up. The only person who understood was Marceline, and that wasn't something you felt was appropriate to bring up with her. You didn't know her as well as you did Betty.

"But right now, he isn't here- you're hurting him, Betty," you pleaded, voice cracking. Her angry stare weakened, brows creasing in concern. You crossed your arms, pulling the blanket around you tighter.

"Messing with the crown like that- he was jerking around and his contorting and slamming into walls-! Do you want to do that to Simon?" Her shoulders fell, and her gaze dropped to the picture of them that she was holding. You could see her lip wobble. Slowly, you made your way over to her.

"But there has to be a way to get him back," she whispered like she needed to hear that there was. Almost like a child's wishful thinking. You wrapped your arms around her, hugging her tight. She returned it full force, burying her face into your shoulder with a harsh sob.

"If there is, this isn't the way... And you know that." Your own tears fell. Both of you mourned the man you knew, something you've done a few times since your revelation. You sunk to the ground with her, not hearing little feet plapping away from the door.

"And... Ice King's a good guy," you sniffed after a long cry, voice hoarse. Betty cleared her throat, wiping her eyes and blowing her nose. She looked at you skeptically. You smiled weakly in response.

"He really is. He's funny, he's sweet- sure sometimes he has bad days but... he's the nicest guy I've ever been with. I think you'd like him, if... if you'd stop looking at him as just Simon". You held her hands, silently pleading she'd at least agree to leave him alone- to stop experimenting on him.

"... I am?" You both jumped, whipping around to see a bed-raggled Ice King holding a sleepy penguin. He was looking at you with wide eyes, clearly surprised to hear such nice words from you. You sighed, getting up and helping Betty stand. You nodded toward him, and then he smirked.

"Well, I mean... duh! You'd never date anyone as rad as me! Plus, being with a king as his perks, huh, baby?" he winked. He shooed Gunther off to bed as you shook your head. You heard Betty sniff, and your smile fell.

"Hey, what's the weird lady d-?" "Uh.... Ice King, sweetie, could... you do me a big favor? I know you're tired but... I'd appreciate it." At your pet name, he visibly perked up. You felt a little bad knowing that he'd do anything you asked if you asked it like that, but you needed him right now. Of course, he said yeah.

"Could you make that little platform and take us flying? I can't sleep and... neither can Betty." You squeezed her hand. Ice King was delighted that you wanted him to do something like that- he was always happy to be useful. He motioned for you to follow him to the exit, where he made the platform for you to get on. Betty opted to fly next to you both instead.

"I know just the place, baby and lady! Stars get REAL pretty around here this time'a year!" He flew you away from the Ice Kingdom and past Finn and Jake's treehouse. Up to another mountain range nearby where the tip pierced the clouds. He was right- the stars were beautiful.

He kept the ice platform floating in mid air, sitting next to you. Betty hesitated, but at the nod of your head she plopped herself on Ice King's other side. You leaned against him, and he was surprised when Betty did the same. Ice King didn't even flinch at the extra attention, more than happy to just have people with him.

As you three watched the stars, you heard Betty crying softly again. You both looked over, but she was staring straight ahead.

"I think I'm willing to try... to get to know him," was all she could get out without fully breaking into sobs. Ice King hesitated, before putting his hand on her upper back. You reached across his lap to grab her hand.

"That's all I'm asking, Betty." Ice King blinked, confused, before putting two and two together. A grin crossed his face.

"Hey, and I'm a great guy to know- especially if you're bored! Watch THIS!" He snapped his fingers, zapping small statues into the ice in front of you. A tiny you and a tiny Betty in the style of music box ballerinas. They held hands, skating together across a small section of the platform. You saw Betty smile.

"Yeah... maybe you are."

#adventure time #ice king #betty grof #ice king x reader #ice king x reader x betty grof #Doe the Human

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lacontroller1991 · 1 month

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Come Back To You (Danny Walker x F!Reader)

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Summary: Danny lives, but now he has to make some choices.

Warnings: 18+ Near Character Death, Language, Period Accurate Diction, Semi-Graphic description of injuries, Evelyn isn't pregnant but still has her heart set on Rafe and Danny and Danny has his heart set on her and reader

Author's Note: I had to guys, I just had to and I'm honestly thinking about doing a whole ass multi chapter story revolving around the movie. It's an itch in my brain and it's not getting out. Again... Darn you Josh Hartnett

Word Count: 1.9k

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The sun is bright in the blue sky by the time the plane lands on the asphalt and comes to a stop. You feel your breath hitch in your throat as your heart pounds. It’s been months since you’ve seen Danny and you feel like you haven’t been able to breathe normally since. Evelyn moves from beside you, nails shortened by her nervous biting. What’s going to happen now that Rafe and Danny are back? If they are back? Did Danny change his mind after he’s been away and wants Evelyn or is he still keeping his word and coming back to you?

“I feel like I’m going to faint,” her words are hushed as she tries to poke her head through the crowd of people and you try not to make a snarky comment. You and her were best friends, practically sisters, but she had broken your trust in a way you never thought she would. Since then, your relationship with the nurse has never been the same.

“Don’t be dramatic.” Despite your harsh words and harsh exterior, inside you are panicking. What if he died? Then what? What if he chooses her?

“I love him, you know? I love both of them so much.” If there was one thing you loved about Evelyn it’s that she’s a romantic like you, but not as much when she’s talking about the person who you’ve dreamt about for months on end.

“I love him too. More than you can know.” You grab her hand and lead her through the group of people toward the front as the door to the plane drops open. Doolittle comes out first and you watch as his wife rushes towards him, gripping onto him as others slowly start to trickle out. Most you’ve met before, Gooz, Red, Earl, Rafe. Rafe. At the sight of him, Evelyn bolts forward, running straight into his arms and your heart beats a little faster. Maybe it’s the sun beating down on you or maybe it’s the fact that you have yet to see his face, but you feel sick to your stomach.

Slowly walking towards the plane, you wait in high hopes as the remaining men come out, but still no Danny. Your heart sinks. Oh Danny, you stupid boy. Tears begin to swell in your eyes as your brain jumps to the worst possible situation. Evelyn takes note too, her hand reaching up to her mouth to hold back sobs, gaining Rafe’s attention. Noticing that Danny is nowhere to be seen, Rafe gently removes Evelyn from his arms and makes his way back to the plane. “Danny get your ass out here.”

“Boy s-s-sure knows how to make an entrance,” Red mutters, walking towards the group of people with a solemn look on his face, wishing Betty was amongst the crowd.

A boot steps onto the stairs from the shadow and into the light, causing your heart to drop for the second time. “Danny,” you whisper softly, wiping the tears from your eyes as you rush past the group and up the stairs of the plane, grabbing onto him and pushing him back into the shadow causing him to let out a groan of pain. “I thought I lost you.”

Danny lets out a choked sob as he wraps one arm around you and buries his face in your hair, inhaling your scent. God he’s missed you. You’re the only thing he could think about for those months. The way your skin lights up in the sun. The way your eyes twinkle from the lights. The way the wind moves your hair. Everything about you is what kept him going, even when he crashed. “You can’t get rid of me that easily,” he chuckles as you pull away, looking over him as realization crashes over you.

“Oh my God, what happened? We need to get you to a hospital,” you wince as you look over the extent of his injuries. His arm is in a sling, his leg has a long metal brace on it, and he has a big bandage over his neck.

“Wasn’t one of my better landings. The Chinese took good care of me and got me to this point,” he takes a step forward, pulling you back into him as he bumps his nose against yours. “They got me back to you.” He places a feather soft kiss to your lips before pulling back. “You’re as beautiful as the day I left you.”

“Don’t ever leave me again,” you comment, taking his good side and hoisting his arm over your shoulders, helping him down the stairs as people cheer.

“I don’t plan on it.”

“Danny!” Evelyn rushes to his other side, being careful to avoid hurting him further and a lump forms in your throat. The moment you and him just shared was intimate, loving. There should be no confusion about who he chose, but still, there’s always that probability.

“Evelyn. It’s good to see you,” he wears a smile on his face but he knows that the only woman he’ll ever love is the one on his good side.

“Yeah,” she pushes a piece of hair behind her ear, “you too.”

“Alright, let’s get Danny some proper treatment. Those Chinese nurses did a temp job, but he needs some actual medical care.” Rafe steps in, aware of your thankful gaze before the four of you walk off and get some medical help.

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The hospital room is warm with a slight breeze coming in from the window as Danny lays on the bed, arm and leg in a proper cast. The tension in the room is visibly thick with you and Evelyn sitting on either side of Rafe, no one dares talking as the doctor and nurses work to make Danny comfortable.

Turning to the three of you, the doctor gestures for all to step out of the room before eyeing you and Evelyn in confusion. “Which one of you is the wife?”

“Neither of them are, sir. Whatever you need to say, you can say to all three of us,” Rafe comments as the doctor shrugs his shoulders in response.

“Captain Walker’s injuries were very severe. The doctors overseas did a good job of stitching his neck, but with the extent of his injuries to his arm and leg, he will have to be under watch for several months with several more months of physical training. We speculate that he will never be medically cleared to fly again.” Rafe’s head hangs in pity for Danny, but you see the look of relief that comes across Evelyn’s features and you feel the same way. “It was an act of God that he survived how he did. He should feel very blessed, but the pain is going to be tough. We will monitor it and give pain medicine as needed, but there is only so much we can do.”

“We understand,” you chime in, fingers picking at your cuticles. “Thank you Doctor.” He nods before walking away, leaving the three of you in the hall. “Now what?”

“We gotta be there for him. He’s not going to take this news well.” Evelyn nods along with Rafe’s words as a nurse steps out of the room and faces them.

“Is one of you Evelyn?” Evelyn’s eyes widen as she nods her head, stepping forward.

“Yes, that’s me.”

“He’s asked to speak with you.” The nurse holds open the door for Evelyn to go inside and sit down at his side, taking his hand. You can’t deny the feeling of hurt that encompasses you and Rafe notices. Taking your hand in his, he gives you a series of light squeezes

“He loves you. Don’t worry.”

“How do you know he won’t choose her?” The question is genuine and Rafe looks to you with exasperation.

“All he talked about was coming back home to you. Even in the thick of it, when we were surrounded by Japs, he kept praying to whoever to let him come home to you. I don’t think he once mentioned her.” Rafe gestures to where Danny lays and Evelyn sits, crying into her hands. “Believe me, he fucked up big time kissing my girl when he was going steady with you, but you’re the one he wants. The one he’s always wanted.” You let out a sigh of relief, giving his hand a reaffirming squeeze before letting go and letting your heart slowly mend. It’s true that Danny did kiss Evelyn while the two of you were seeing each other, but he had assured you that it was a one time deal and it would never happen again as long as he lives. She, on the other hand, made him her everything.

Evelyn storms out of the room and faces you, tears rolling down her face. “If you ever hurt him…” It’s an empty threat and you know it. Evelyn couldn’t harm a fly, much less one of her former closest friends. Seeking solace in Rafe, she buries her head into his chest as he wraps his arms around her, still not sure what to make of the entire situation. Taking that as a cue, you walk into the room, closing the door behind you and making your way to his bedside.

“Hey there,” his voice is raspy and you instinctively reach for the cup of water, bringing the straw to his lips for him to drink.

“Hey to you too. The doctor said you’ll be here for some months. Said your injuries were more severe than you let on.” He nods his head, pushing away the water and laying his brown eyes on yours.

“Did they say if I can fly again?” Hanging your head, you reach for his hand and grasp it into yours.

“I’m sorry honey, but probably not. The army won’t clear you after something like this. They said it’s a miracle you’re even alive.” Danny smirks and internally feels relief. Yes, he wants to continue and work for the war effort, but he also just wants to leave the world behind and move to a small house with you to live out a domesticated life.

“You’re the only thing that kept me going. When I was out there,” he pauses, looking away and trying to bat the tears away. He does not want to look weak, not when he’s already looking weak as is. “When I was out there, I thought I was going to die. I was bleeding profusely, losing consciousness by the second and the only thing I could think of was you. You’re my world, (Y/N), and I couldn’t bear the thought of leaving you the way I thought Rafe left me. And I’m sorry that I kissed Evelyn. We were both mourning and needing comfort and she was the only one that could understand, not that it doesn’t excuse it. But I love you and I will make it up to you for the rest of my life if I have to.”

Your heart is hammering in your chest and butterflies erupt in your stomach. He chose me. It’s me who he wants. “Danny, what are you trying to say?”

Mustering the strength, Danny brings your hand up to his lips, kissing your soft knuckles. “What I'm trying to say is, will you marry me?”

“Oh Danny!” You surge forward, pressing your lips against his as tears roll down your cheeks. Breaking away from the kiss, you rest your forehead against his, his breath and your breath mingling together. “Yes, a thousand times, yes!”

“Yes?”

“Yes!” Your lips connect with his again and for the first time in a while, you feel that everything is just right.

people who had an interest: @phoenixhalliwell @waywardtigersandwich

#josh hartnett #Pearl Harbor 2001 #Pearl Harbor movie #Danny Walker x reader #Danny Walker x you #Evelyn johnson #rafe mccawley #ben affleck #lacontroller1991

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verfound · 6 months

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MINIFIC: Oct. 23: Day 26: Séance (MLB, Lukanette, DLM AU)

Daisy, Daisy Adair, for those unfamiliar with the show, is a reaper who comes in to replace my favorite another reaper about six episodes into S1. She’s the self-proclaimed Queen of the Blow Job and uses that bluster to mask a lot of negative self-feelings. She’s beautifully tragic, once you get past the “I miss Betty and don’t like you” of her.

For @lovebugs-and-snakecharmers October Minific Challenge 2023.

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To Feel Alive Again: Ch26: Séance

“No.”

“But –”

“No.”

Marinette paused, Luka’s front door open barely a crack, and listened to the irritated voices inside. Well. Luka sounded irritated. The other voice – Théo, she was pretty sure – just sounded annoyed. Whiney.

“Luka, friend -” Théo tried again, just for Luka to cut him off with a harsh we’re not friends, “– be reasonable!”

“I am being reasonable,” Luka huffed. Théo tutted.

“All right, be adventurous then!” he cried. Luka snorted. She heard movement closer to the door and bit her lip before taking a nervous step back. She needed to knock. She needed to –

“I made a friend and saved a dog from the accident that was supposed to kill him,” Luka snorted, his voice closer. “Now I have a graveling infestation and a shedding problem. I think I’ve been adventurous enough this year.”

Marinette paused again, her hand raised to knock. A graveling infestation? What was Luka talking about?

“Don’t do it for you, then – do it for me,” Théo wheedled. “I need money, Luka!”

“Then get a fucking job,” Luka bit.

“That’s what I’m trying to do!” Théo cried. There was a rattling slam on the other side – like Luka had just slammed the fridge door closed.

“A legitimate job, dumbass,” he spat.

“It is legitimate! Daisy said she does this all the time!” Théo said. “One hundred percent foolproof! Grieving families will shell out hundreds for a message from beyond – and you knew the beyond personally!”

“…Daisy?” Luka asked, sounding incredulous. “That’s your ‘foolproof source’? Théo, that girl was –”

“A genius, I know,” Théo said, and Luka scoffed.

“I was going to say slut, but apparently that’s too insensitive these days,” he said.

“You only say that because you never took her up on her offer,” Théo snorted, and Marinette found herself pausing again. “She was quite talented, my friend. Might have loosened your tight ass up for once.”

“…we’re not friends, and my ass is just fine,” Luka bit. “And I call her a slut because of her…’offer’. Jesus Christ, Théo, don’t you remember the shit she caused the month she was here? Mendeleiev was a nightmare for months after she left. Do not instigate anything.”

“I’m not instigating – I’m – whoa!” Théo yelped, and the next thing Marinette knew the door was being thrown open and Bach was jumping on her with a deep, excited woof. She fell back, her butt hitting the carpeted floor, then fell back again as Bach crawled on top of her, snuffling and woofing at her as he tried to lick her face.

“Bach, Bach, easy!” she laughed, even though she knew the poor guy couldn’t hear her. She looked up, panting, once she finally got him to step back and saw Luka grinning down at her.

“You are a sight for sore eyes,” he said, hooking a hand under Bach’s collar to tug him back and extending another to help her up. Théo was at his side before she could say anything, a slimier grin on his face.

“Marinette! What a surprise. Come here often, pet?” he asked, and she pursed her lips as he leaned towards her. When she didn’t answer, he sighed and turned towards Luka. “Think about it? I’m willing to do an even split. Fifty-fifty.”

“I’m not faking a séance with you, Barbot, and if you dare even try I will tell Mendeleiev,” Luka said, no room for debate in his voice. Marinette’s eyebrows rose in shock. “Especially if you try it with that family. Have some respect for the dead, you ass.”

Théo just rolled his eyes, nodded towards Marinette, and strolled down the hall, whistling. Marinette looked back at Luka, frowning.

“…séance?” she asked, and he groaned as he ushered her inside.

“Don’t ask,”’ he sighed. “Théo’s an idiot. Your company is much preferred.”

She smiled as he closed the door behind her, and he froze when she leaned up to kiss his cheek.

“Your company’s preferred, too,” she said, humming happily as she took Bach from him and headed towards the kitchen. When she glanced back at him, he was still standing by the door, a dumbstruck smile on his face.

#miraculous ladybug #luka couffaine #marinette dupain-cheng #theo barbot #lukanette #endgame lukanette #lukanette endgame #ml fic #ver fic #lbsc october minifics 2023 #to feel alive again #dlm lukanette au #dead like me au #as soon as daisy found out luka was jagged's son you know she was on him like stink on skunk #luka wanted nothing to do with her #he just wanted to be left alone #her and theo were probably fuckbuddies the entire time she was in paris

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eternalhealingau · 6 months

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Eternal Healing…

an oc x canon (w/ sfw mpreg) ship au (Introductory Chapter)

This is gonna be what sets up the rest of the AU. Please read it if you wanna get the idea of what's to come in the future...... highly highly recommend and I could not say it enough. (THIS IS MY OWN ART BTW: DO NOT STEAL//ASK FOR PERMISSION//DO NOT USE FOR AI PURPOSES FTLOG)

Begins below the cut....

It wasn't truly known to the multiverse but there was one bubble that seemingly came from nowhere. It had a chaotic signature. But no golb energy. Free from the chaos that came before it and yet totally filled with it. A sign that this universe didn't seem to go by the standards of that which the others had maintained by some weird "out-of-mortal-reach" standpoint.

Prismo turned to it from surfing around. His eye sparkling as he notices it's uniqueness from every other universe he's tapped into...... Yet it has peaked some interest. He looks deeper into it. Mythological kinds resembling the greeks...modernized? There were literal gods roaming the earth? How can that be? He searches deeper into this universe. Seeing a captivating story unfold. He knows the stories of the old from the creation myth to the herculean and odyssey. But one had stuck out from the rest. The Moiraios Pateras. The fated father. From skimming through the universe's timeline a silhouette appears on the screen. Tall, muscular, pierced, tatted and rather low-key in their demeanor. A pink aura surrounded them. Suggesting feminine qualities. But by their wrists, pure golden rings. They seemingly smoked a cigarette as one of their signature pieces of who they are. What made them, themself in their image of godhood. Without notice, he gets a call from Fiona. His attention being interrupted as he hears a frantic and albeit a little anxiety ridden tone. "Prismo! You gotta help us! Simon's been silent for the past few months. I've tried calling him, texting him, everything! But when I went over to his place, he barged the house and how he's gone fucking coo coo!! HE'S BEEN TRYING TO SUMMON BETTY AGAIN!" More frantic noises came from the other line. Old man whining, a gruff sounding Cake trying to keep him still and Fiona seemingly grunting from exertion in an effort to pin him down, keeping him from going completely haywire. Fuck it's a relapse. Therapy didn't do the trick for his ability to move on, did it? His expression drops without a second thought and quite worried for them, Prismo summons them.

All of them looked like they'd belong in a bowl of ramen they were so intertwined. Simon's head only appearing out from beyond two legs as he was squeezed tight from Cake's body. Squirming to be let go so he could 'finish what he started'. And if his wet cat appearance didn't already shock you enough, he looked even more rugged. His eye bags far more definite, white eyes still crazed out of their mind, spit almost running from the mouth, hair matted and frizzled, even his outfit was either halfway worn or was nearly completely off. Leaving him nearly naked. Jeez Simon you sure relapsed into your own self-made insanity there. Finally when he was able to be let loose, he scattered to the screen and slammed his back against it. Hyperventilating. Not even thinking about where he was. The duo meanwhile, felt almost sick to their stomach seeing him nearly more close in line to the refrigerator version of himself. Just more alive and....writhing with an overactive conscious. Cake looked back up to her blonde companion and bit her lip. Asking a question that seemed a little too harsh but had a point to be driven across. "Do you think he might have a mild case of rabies, girl?" Fiona shook her head as she looked at him. Her own emotions and conscious fighting for supremacy as much as Cake's was. The hairs and fur on both of their bodies standing up finally taking his insane form in for a look once again.

The old grunt seemingly calmed down a little bit before realizing where he was and nearly crying. Sulking in his depression once more. He was so close, nearly there....but it was just no use. He tried so hard for his love. But fate still has its ways of teaching him. Even if he wanted to checkmate fate any way he could. Even by trying to summon her one final time. But looking around, trying to make his thoughts clear even if his emotions didn't want him too, he notices a deeply concerned Prismo with a pensive look to him. "You just couldn't handle the wait.... could you?" He spoke. The old man simply looked to his side. Not wanting any confrontation at the moment. But, time pushed on. And with time, came more conservations and desperate hopes to get him to talk. "Simon, you know that what you did wasn't gonna work out, right?" Still with the silence. His heart ached with each little word spoken before him. He couldn't bear to keep a front, but if he wanted to return to what he was doing earlier, then he had to stick it out. But doing that he made himself look like a toddler in denial. Still......, with one more question. "Betty won't return again, man. You remember?"

"...I clearly do. And I have no regrets to everything I've done thus far." He bit his lip as he growled at him with tears. "Can't you just let an old man live to see his wife in some other way--" Simon gets cut short by Prismo interrupting him. "Ah ah ah.. Nope. Not having this conversation. She's gone dude. Her next life is a comet now that she's been..... given a chance by some other entity."

Simon put his head in his knees, not wanting to face Prismo or his neighboring companions for all he cared. Again, the conversation needed momentum and the multiverse watcher wasn't gonna let up. Nor was he gonna shy away from the truth as Fiona and Cake watched in heartbroken blunder. "Can't you see the reality to this situation that you've made...?" A long silence befell everyone in the room. The big screen fizzled out to the universe still being watched. Now just focusing on the present moment that was going on there. No one batted their gaze. Just focusing on Simon. Prismo sighed. "You relapsed dude....."

From that point on, Simon finally bursted into tears and flopped onto the ground. Prompting Cake to shapeshift into a big bean bag for him to rest upon lazily. Fiona was right over to lend him a hand to hold and a person to be comforted by. "Let it out dude....it's okay." His cries turned ugly as he continued forth trying his damnest to recount his memories of Betty while being faced with his crippling reality check. He finally was able to let the mental and emotional wound be opened once more. Cleaned by tears that were dying to come out. It was freeing but the effects were soul crushing.

....

they nearly stayed like that for fifteen minutes.... just comforting an old man who was close to them by their friendship. Prismo in the meantime was configuring how to fix this situation. Coming up dry every time he thought of something? Erasing golb statues? Simon would be the only one to know of such an object. Displacing memories? He'd be back to his insane half. Destroying the crown? Nigh. Wouldn't work as something was gonna be out there to trap it or harness it for other purposes anyways.

Still, Simon would have a minuscule chance of finding it and Prismo was not willing to run that risk in the moment. But his eye keeps darting towards the screen. Seeing the universe that he skimmed to. Could there be a way to send him there so he could be pushed to move forward? Move forward and be done sulking entirely? Because if this forces a habit onto him then his mind would change finally. But he'd still be the only one to know about the Golb nonsense he put himself through.....tough choices man..... tough choices.

Alas, after minutes of hearing Simon trying to come back to a more calm state, Prismo just decides to roll with this risky idea. "I may or may not have a plan. That doesn't involve the golb or Betty. Simon." He batted an eye towards the cowering and sulking individual. Now wiping his snot with Fiona's shirt. Gross. The dark brunette to ravenette looked back up. Tears still in his eyes but a more ready and accepting energy seemed to come to mind. It's like this was the 'it' moment that Simon was wishing would come sooner. Like death or something similar. He nods.

"What if I send you into this world...?"

The team immediately looks back up at the screen and notices the scenery. It started out looking much to the chagrin of the Alamo. But instead of its walls being an aged stone, they looked freshly painted to an old former glory not seen since the 1700s during Spanish Colonialism. But instead of hispanic culture, it looked a little greek. You had your spanish influence from the riverwalks, but there was a bonus added on flair of grecian flavor. The river's banks had fairies of multiple pastel hues ranging from a what's seemingly common pink, to a rare case of a pure ashy grey. They hid into some of the trees to keep their distance from humans below. But when they were in the water, it seemingly looked like they bathed at night. Amidst the moonlight.

Simon feels something billow in his lower stomach as he watched. It was suuuupper faint. But it felt like nothing but a small nervous tickle. He pushed it aside as the scenery continued to be shown.

Another shift in the screen and it showcased a piece of more rural texas lit up by a pink colored festival. Dancing and parading in the area, with tailgating and campsites established. Very Woodstock reminiscent but also more closely in tune with a big get together of locals that came for the party. What was in mind, was again, more pink colored motifs. More moon imagery and what was more strange is that the men themselves in some cases.... looked as if they 'carried' children too. Was there some sort of magic enabling cross-biological pregnancies? It piqued his interest but racked his levels nervousness.

Once more, another shift. This time it was in the summertime months. It looked hot and it decided to feature a pool party happening at some mansion in the middle of the city on a ranch. The greek flags were held high, the texan one flew same height and no sight of an american one. Very prideful people it seemed. From the noise, it felt like a family get-together. The people there were more mature in their looks. Taller than an average mortal. By several feet at most. It brought Simon's emotions back down to a level of ease as he saw how comfortable they all were together.

One of the members wielded thunder as well as a very jovial and horny personality, one of them wielded water with a trident ordained with a cool demeanor, another one naturally liked to practice boxing on one of the trees in the backyard. A few of the women in this huge family get together seemed busty and pale in complexion. They all had either white to grey hair, soft features and a soft demeanor. Sensitive and doting. Delighting in the pool, they seemed to be resting on someone's shoulders. Their hands swirled around this one's shoulders. They looked tatted, couldn't give less of a shit, looked like they had hoes and yet had no sexual drive to carry on. Smoking a cigarette they let these women of sorts hug them. Not hindering in enjoying some sweet affection. But they all conversed like they were family. Questions like, 'so did you find him yet?' 'is there anyone in particular?' 'when will the new age begin? I-err... we! can't be waiting like this~!' Their eyes were grey, with dark brown hair. They even had pierced lips, a septum nosering, eyebrow and ear studs. This person sounded nothing like a man but leaned close to that margin. "I have no clue, just enjoy the time we got for right now y'all. It may feel like hell but we'll be outta here at some point." They cackled.

Simon's heart started to beat a tiny little bit more. Like he's taken interest already. But, he's barely met this woman...man....person.... Ohhh Prismo. What have you done to bless this man?

Before he could turn back to Prismo, he gave it some thought on whether to go there or not. But, even if he remembers Betty in this moment in time, with how risk taking she was, it's about time he took one such chance of his own. Besides he never truly knows what it's like until he leaves his home and explores. You never make history by sitting around. You never create nostalgia by moping. As he continues to ponder though, he considers another thought. Will Fiona and everyone he's ever known be there? It looked unlikely and with some wild thought, he even dived deeper into the 'what if's of combining universes. He gulped as his decisions were clearly starting to become more finite in their ways. There was only one way of things going if he really wanted to go there.

"Prismo....if there's any way you can make sure that Fiona, Cake, Marcy, Bonnie, Marshall and everyone else, as well as the residents in Ooo itself also end up there...." He finally stands tall, hands to his sides as he's positioned to look like an avatar off of a video game screen. "Then I'd be happy to go." Fiona and Cake stand flabbergasted at each other, now standing tall themselves. Giving themselves a chance to look back at the screen as one white star fills the TV screen on a black void. A silence befell them as life begins to alter in their minds. Wondering what they would be able to find there and what kinds of crazy scenarios they'd be able to handle given such extreme weather conditions and unique magic/power dispositions.

The scene slowed....

Prismo's fingers were about to snap.

The duo looks to each other, beginning to go about their mantra. "You know what time it is?"

Simon's eyes closed slowly as the moment drew near.

Fiona and Cake finished their mantra, responding to each other with a fist bump. The iconic energy was back baby! "Adventure time!!"

[SNAP]

......

Cicadas sung their sweet melody with the crickets in a nature based choir.... all in the last few minutes of twilight. The hunk seemingly rushing over to these bodies that laid asleep near the backyards trees. A deeply southern tone with both concern and worry, masqueraded with a tough resilience comes forth.

"Oh Saturn.....~"

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klownkoster · 11 months

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Can I please hear some thoughts about your takes on the main 4?

Just anything on your mind I love hearing your thoughts :>

oooo good ask actually, I've been so focused on developing Dr. Hare and Binary Bard that Black Widow and Captain Crawfish haven't really crossed my mind all that much 🤔 Doesn't mean I haven't been thinking about them though! I've just been brain-rotting about Hare and Bard more cause they're my comfort characters

My brain's a little scrambled right now to really go into depth at the moment, but I'll give you a few heacanons for each!

Dr. Hare ~ Autistic/has ADHD, or heck even both, and loves to info-dump about his interests to anyone willing to listen,, I'm just projecting at this point ~ Has fants(fur pants), his fur is very soft <3 Sucks in the summer, though ~ His little rabbit tail wags when he's really happy or excited about something, or info-dumping about something he's really passionate about 🥺 ~ He's envious of his pre-villain self, he wished he could go back to that young naïve version of himself, way back before the harshness of reality had a chance to crush him like it did and caused his villain totem to develop. Though at the same time, he wonders if that version of himself would hate him for who he's become, and if he would even want to associate himself with him in his current state. ~ What happened to him wasn't an accident

Binary Bard ~ I headcanon him as a masc-aligned nonbinary guy, he/they pronouns but he's cool with just he/him or they/them. I, personally, just call them what I see him as in the moment like I do with myself and my own OC's with pronoun sets like that ~ Speaks in binary to really aggravate others sometimes, just for the sake of being cryptic, or sometimes to say something he doesn't want to say directly. Luckily for him, the other three are accustomed to this and have learned how to translate it by now. ~ Knowing the things he did while under the influence of his villain totem has left him with sleeping issues, often laying awake at night feeling guilty and wondering what he could have done differently. ~ During his time controlled by the totem, it had altered his personality entirely, essentially turning him into the complete opposite of the calm inventor that usually kept too himself, he hates the person that totem turned him into. He especially hates what it made him do too his loved ones.

Black Widow ~ Black Widow and Betty Jetty are absolutely dating. Power lesbians. ~ I headcanon she became Black Widow because throughout her entire life her artistic talents were always pushed aside and belittled ever since childhood. Beautiful landscapes and still-lives eventually turned into warped portraits of herself when her totem came about, and she sought out to make the world see and recognize her talent. ~ *Rubs my gay little hands* Transfem Black Widow ~ After her totem was destroyed, she almost didn't know how to adjust to domestic life, it even scared her a bit, but with the help of her little ex-villain friend group they all learned to adjust and reflect on themselves together, which helped ease her fears. Now she's essentially like the group "mama bear" and "cool aunt" both wrapped in one.

Captain Crawfish ~ His totem came about after a previous crew he was captain of was lost at sea after a rival crew from Skullduggery sunk his ship. Survivors guilt and anger spawning both his totem and his hatred for Skullduggery, wanting to steal every bit of treasure they have like they stole his crew from him, whom he treasured as his own family. This eventually turned to stealing whatever treasure he could get his hands on, with it temporarily filling that void his fallen crew left behind, and when that feeling would wear off he'd set off for the next set of treasures in a desperate attempt to fill that void again, and that cycle would continue. ~ After his totems destruction, it took him a long while before he felt comfortable enough to return to the seas, still feeling awful about his lost crew and fearing another crew would be taken from him if he started sailing again. But, like mentioned in Black Widow's section, he and the others all learned to cope together and he eventually did return to sailing. ~ He's honestly rather protective of the other three, them being the only ones he's felt particularly close too since his first crewmates. He'll never admit it out loud, but he doesn't want to lose them like he did his crew.

#klowntalks #ask #sorry for the long post!!!#i know i said my brain was too scrambled to go into depth #but once i started typing there was no stopping KSDKJDG #the ideas just popped up and i had to write them down #you get to watch my sleep deprived mind write out random incoherent thoughts in real time #i havent slept since 1pm yesterday #poptropica #dr. hare #binary bard #black widow #captain crawfish #dr. hare poptropica #binary bard poptropica #black widow poptropica #captain crawfish poptropica #long post

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I love all these lfmb memories 😭taking me back to my childhood and happier times. The part where Fernando shows up with her diary, and he says he liked her drawing, it kinda looked like a child had drawn it, I laughed a little bit, was that just me? Don't you think they infantilized Lety a tad too much in this version? At least pre-Acapulco that's the vibe I got from seeing her purse, her desk decor, and just the overall way she behaved. Not that there's anything wrong with this because considering how sheltered she was, it made sense. Moreover, it is an adaptation so I'm fine with the characters having a different approach. But do you think that it was done on purpose to soften her part in the affair and the financial fraud? A lot of the harsh criticism people have for Betty is that she was "the other woman", so perhaps they wanted to portray Lety as more innocent (she's even deeply religious and is shown going to church constantly) although it kinda goes against the intent behind Betty's character as a whole which was to present a morally gray and flawed protagonist. Also, when they go to Cuernavaca, she will not sleep with him again and tells him over and over that she feels guilty and bad for doing that to Marcia. Just something I thought about after seeing your post about her diary and the drawing.

Sending you good vibes only 💜💜💜

The part where Fernando shows up with her diary, and he says he liked her drawing, it kinda looked like a child had drawn it, I laughed a little bit, was that just me?

No, bc I laughed too. It's hard to take seriously despite Fernando being so sincere. Betty's diary is shown to have doodles but not drawings like Lety's. Weird that she drew stick figures when I think in this version they established that Lety was an artist of sorts.

Don't you think they infantilized Lety a tad too much in this version? ....Not that there's anything wrong with this because considering how sheltered she was, it made sense....

Yes, they did infantilize her too much but they also infantilized Fernando too in a lot of ways. So it's fine? (Equality?).

I think their mutual infantilization was done for multiple reasons. Bc it's sole genre was comedy, bc it was meant to be 'family friendly', bc producers wanted this version to be different fm the original. Ive said before and I'll say it again, Rosy Ocampo (the producer) is the main reason the mexican version is like that. Bc she specialized in children's programing--that's why you have Marcia at the end saying she learned her lesson and now she's a good person who will never judge someone by their appearance. (Marcela would never say that, lol).

It's also a similar issue to Betty in BeNY, where they don't know how to deal with a character that's incredibly naive but incredibly smart. So in this version they go to the extreme with Lety but for comedy's sake. Regarding her upbringing--the relationship Lety has with her parents feels even more....She's more of the quintessential 'good girl'\'good daughter' than Betty is bc she lacks Betty's inner rebelliousness. For example, she ends up telling her dad that she lied about her job at Conceptos, that she started as a secretary who later got promoted. Why? Bc kids shouldn't lie to their parents. It's the hidden message imo.

But do you think that it was done on purpose to soften her part in the affair and the financial fraud?

A little bit. It's a tiny part of the 'multiple reasons' bit.

There's a part in the filler where Fernando has a daydream nightmare where Don Erasmo confronts him and says 'you corrupted my daughter by involving her in fraud AND an affair'. Which i thought was interesting bc now its presented to the audience that Fernando feels he is to blame for things Lety's done and that he feels guilty of said corruption. It's similar but different take to how Armando sees Betty's fragility and innocence.

Actually, a lot of the filler is spent on establishing that Fernando and Lety feel guilty for what they're doing. And that does feel like it's on purpose. It reads like the morality police.

A lot of the harsh criticism people have for Betty is that she was "the other woman", so perhaps they wanted to portray Lety as more innocent'...

Betty to this day gets a lot of criticism for being the other woman and for standing up for herself. And for ending up as president of ecomoda while Marcela leaves empty handed. When it was originally airing and it was revealed that Betty wasn't a virgin....it was a big deal. It's literally unheard of for female telenovela protags to have any sexual experience. She was a trendsetter. But yes, she is morally grey and complex. Lety is not morally grey at all despite making similar choices to her original counterpart. That's not a crime. But it is done on purpose---so that the general audience roots for her.

Nothing is really Lety's fault bc she was just a naive girl in love. And she feels bad about everything all the time so it's okay that these things happened the way they happened.

I've yet to see Lety be criticized the way Betty is in comment sections, btw.

I haven't rewatched the last third of the filler, but yeah despite having multiple opportunities to have sex again they don't bc Lety's feels guilty, which is insanely stupid and done in part bc of the original script and also bc they need show the audience that Lety is a Good Person Who Thinks Of Others.

Meanwhile in the original the only reason Betty doesn't sleep with him again is because she reads the letter and believes he never loved her. It's not because of guilt. If she had never read it, I can assure you that after the Arboleda event Armando would have gotten lucky. At the very least, heavy making out in his car.

Sidenote, Lety and Fernando should have slept together a third time if they wanted the letter to actually hit Lety where it hurts after all that filler. It doesn't make sense otherwise.

#anon #ask #lfmb #ysblf #good vibes to u too anon!

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limerenze · 2 years

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odds and ends - adrian pucey

[Adrian Pucey x Fem!Reader]

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Summary; adrian needs a getaway pick me up and seeks refuge in the three broomsticks for it, behind the bar? is y/n.

Word Count; 1.3k

A/N; i have somewhere im going with this i promise. pls stick with me on this one its gonna be good i think. also i wrote most of this on a ft call with the loml @loverssfevers , i figured id mention since shes my MUSE

Warnings; angst kinda but not really, fluff kinda but not really, unedited (whats new)

Dates Written; August 3rd - August 6th, 2022

The air in the pub was stale, which was unusual for the Three Broomsticks. Y/N wasn't used to it being so quiet.

The air was stuffy, as usual. But the pub was lacking the too-many wizards packed in far too tightly. She usually loathed it, but the atmosphere wasn't right without them all. It wasn't exactly right without their noise to fill the room.

Being around all the obnoxious wizards made her forget how utterly lonely she was.

Now, that wasn't to say the pub was empty. No, in all her time working under Rosmerta’s wing- Y/N had never seen the place empty. A few wizards staggered around. As the night drew on, they trickled out slowly.

The ones who remained were only staying because they had nowhere else to go, nowhere else to be.

That remained true until one young wizard walked in. The bell on top of the door clanged and the rumble roared throughout the wooden beams of the building.

“We’re closed! Do you know what time it is!” the shrunken heads barked at the wizard with the tired eyes.

“Bullocks, this place doesn't close! And I can see people sitting all around the pub!” He barked back at them, without missing a beat.

They gasped in offence and began to shout back at him before Y/N piped up, “Enough! Do you know what time it is? I've been standing behind this bar since dinner time and I haven't stopped listening to your yapping all night! Let the man through!”

Y/N would be on their bad side for the next few days, but that felt good to let out.

She hated the shrunken heads. And their yapping.

The man emerged into the light of the pub from the dark entryway, Y/N watched as the fluorescents danced on his high cheekbones. She watched, no- watched wasn't the right word.

It wasn't the right word to describe the way he lit up the entire room with his beauty. The expression he wore was dull, the bags under his eyes weighed tons and tons- but the pink tint he wore across his cheeks and nose contrasted against them and worked to cancel them out.

He was so breathtaking.

So Y/N did not simply watch him, no. Y/N experienced him.

That’s how it felt anyway.

As he shuffled further into the pub, beelining for a seat at the bar in front of Y/N- her hands grew clammy with nerves. She didn't want him to see her, not under the bright and harsh lights- not in any lights. However, he looked divine under the white hue.

He looked divine under any light. He was Adrian Pucey.

There was no way she could serve him without him seeing her, and she was the only one working. It was the one night she shooed off Betty, her co-worker- without a second thought. So she was alone, alone until Rosmerta started. And she didn't have much time to create a game plan, so she did the only thing she could think of.

She turned her back to him. She faced the shelves and grabbed anything she could to look busy. Y/N re-polished glasses with the clean rag. Even though she polished them an hour ago.

“Hello?” he spoke. His tone was one much softer than the one he used when he first came through the heavy wooden door. “Ya’think I could just get a Swott?” he asked politely as he found comfort on one of the stools.

Y/N hummed in response, letting out a quiet but mildly squeaky: ‘mhm’. Y/N reached for the bottle of malt whiskey. It wasn't ordered too often, it was a bit on the higher-end side. Unsurprising for the man sitting in front of her. Or, behind her- really.

Her fingers traced the rim of the short, square glass and she poured a few inches into the bottom. She hoped that Adrian was not paying attention, so he wouldn't see the way she had to take a deep breath to face him.

Slowly, as if it was some sort of reveal- she turned toward him with his drink in hand. His neck craned up to look at her, she offered him a small smile- a bit of an awkward one, and grabbed a coaster from under the bench. Y/N placed it in front of him and set the glass on top of it.

The bar was a hundred years old, and Rosmerta would crush her if she came into the pub in the morning to a white ring on the wood from a wet glass.

She would crush her, then she would fire her. And Y/N didn't know which was worse, so it was best to just give the drinkers their coasters.

Y/N searched for something in Adrian’s dark eyes. They weren't dark with emotion, although, actually maybe they were. They weren't dark with anger or malice. Adrian’s eyes were dark with colour and pigment. They were all but black holes and they were mesmerizing.

Y/N swore she could look into them forever. She cut herself off when she realized nothing in the boys eyes changed when he saw her. There was no glint, no recognition, no nothing.

She was worried a small fire would ignite in her chest with anger, but it was smouldered out by her sheer disappointment. He didn't know her, he didn't recognise her.

But then again, why would he?

She turned her back to him once again, going back to polishing the already perfect and pristine glasses.

She didn't know what she thought. “Sorry” Adrian trailed off, trying to get her attention. “Do you uh-”

He sounded embarrassed. What he possibly could be embarrassed by was beyond her. She was a barmaid, she had seen far too many things in the four walls of this building for anything Adrian Pucey does to phase her.

Actually, that's a lie.

Everything Adrian Pucey does phases her, it's been that way for as long as she could remember. From the moment she saw him across the foyer in Hogwarts, outside the great hall as they waited patiently to be sorted. To now, as she kept her back to him because- although all she wanted during her years of knowing him was for him to notice her, to see her? She couldn't handle any of that right now.

“Do you mind, just leaving the bottle?” he finished. Y/N didn't argue, it was against policy but she was trying to limit the interactions between them as much as possible. So, she left the bottle of Swott Malt Whiskey on the bench in front of him.

Much like the other girls they went to school with, all she knew was what it was like to crave the most sought-after boy, dressed in green and silver’s attention. And tonight? She could not handle the weight on her back of knowing what it would be like to finally, actually have it.

Not that her having Adrian’s attention in the way she always dreamed of having it was in the realm of possibility tonight. Honestly, there was no way. She told herself it was crazy to even think about.

He didn't even recognise her. He didn't even know her.

She shouldn't have been surprised, and maybe she wasn't. It would've been more of a shock if Adrian Pucey did know her. She can't recall a single time when her name rolled off his tongue. Did he even know her name? She can hardly remember a single interaction they had with one another.

Her mind was spiralling at a million miles per second. She was so lost in her thoughts- from the outside, it looked like there was a really stubborn smudge on the glass based on how harshly she was rubbing the cup with the soft cloth. Her mind was so far away that she couldn't hear him.

She couldn't hear his soft and buttery voice calling out for her. She couldn't hear him at all.

“Y/N?”

Until she could.

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wonderlandleighleigh · 2 years

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(I never finished this, but I’m proud of what I did write, so here you go. A Mrs. Maisel/Julia crossover.)

Dear Mrs. Maisel -

I found myself in your fair city last week for an event, and a dear friend took my husband Paul and I to your very funny comedy act.

And lo and behold you mentioned my name! I am tickled that my book has been such a hit with your darling fiance. While Lenny Bruce's comedy stylings can be a bit sharp for us, he makes some important points, and he's quite handsome to boot. Your descriptions of him on stage paint a very sweet man. You are a lucky lady. Smart, good-looking men with kind hearts are a rare find.

If you ever find yourselves in Boston, please look us up. I would be delighted to host you for dinner.

Best Wishes

Julia Child

Dear Mrs. Child -

I was so surprised to get your letter I nearly burnt my brisket! I'm so glad you enjoyed my little show. Some people I joke about get very upset (my ex-husband being a prime example, sensitive flower that he is), so I appreciate a good sense of humor.

Your cookbook is truly a wonder. I've learned tons from it, though Lenny is still hopeless in the kitchen. His kugel is not to be believed, but he ruined your chicken tarragon pot pie for me, the poor boy.

I would literally kill someone to eat at your table, so I will definitely take you up on your offer the next time I find myself in your neck of the woods.

And you're absolutely right about kind-hearted, smart, handsome men. It makes me happy that you have one of your own.

All my best,

Midge Maisel

It rains in Boston when they get into town, the night before Lenny's gig. He gets out of the rental car first, popping his black umbrella and heading around to the passenger's side to give Midge a hand.

"Are you sure we're both invited?" Lenny asks. "I don't normally get invitations to the suburban homes of nice old ladies."

"The woman drinks gallons of wine and owns a blow torch. I think you're good." She holds onto his arm, sticking close to stay under the umbrella as they head up the front walk. "Just don't get handsy with her when you taste the food."

"I promise I'll wait until the after dinner coffee."

"Still such a gentleman."

"This is different for us," Lenny points out as he rings the doorbell. "We usually have dinner with foul mouthed Jews, not classy gentiles."

"Tits up?" Midge offers jokingly, standing straighter.

Lenny pecks her lips softly. "Tits fuckin up."

*****

"Your kitchen is just amazing," Midge marvels as she wanders around with a glass of wine. She'd left Lenny behind to chat with Paul and Avis, Judith and Alice.

"Oh, thank you, dear," Julia beams as she busies herself with preparing dinner. "You don't have to keep me company."

Midge scoffs. "Getting to watch you cook in person and not just on the television? Who are you kidding?"

The chuckle/giggle that emanates from Julia is a delighted one.

"I love that you're so authentic," Midge says. "You don't have a TV personality. You're just you."

"I'm awful at playing anyone else," Julia tells her, lightly. "My drama teachers in college could attest to that."

"Most people have on-and-off personalities," Midge tells her. "I've met Gordon Ford. That man is a terror in real life."

"Many men are," Julia laments. “Midge, may I ask you a question?”

She shrugs and takes a seat at the kitchen table. “Sure.”

Julia takes a deep breath as she takes something truly miraculous from the oven and sets it down. “I ran into a woman named Betty Freidan not too long before I sent you my letter, and she had some very harsh opinions on what I do.”

Midge groans, and gets back to her feet, snagging the wine bottle and filling Julia’s glass. “Betty Friedan. If we’re gonna talk about her, you’re gonna need more wine.”

“You know of her?”

“She saw my act last year and sent me a letter,” Midge explains. “‘Dear Mrs. Maisel, while I understand that you are quite funny, and quite popular with a certain subset of audiences, I wanted to write to you about your aesthetic choices.’”

“You memorized it?” Julia asks, surprised.

“Of course I did, I used it in my act,” Midge smirks. “‘Your choice to conform to societal beauty standards is hurting the plight of the women you seek to empower. To be frank: You look like a mainstream American man’s wet dream.’”

“Good heavens,” Julia groans. “She really said that to you?”

“She did,” Midge nods.

“Did you respond?” Julia asks.

“I did,” Midge smirks. “I told her to mind her own fucking business and then offered to help her with make-up recommendations.”

Julia laughs and claps. “Did you get a letter back?”

“No,” Midge sighs. “I read that book, you know. It made some good points, but it also posits that women can’t be feminine and successful at the same time. Why can’t we be both? Why can’t we enjoy wearing nice things, and putting on skin cream and also enjoy lucrative careers?”

“I think many women do,” Julia assures her. “Just not the women she talked to.”

“Men get to do whatever they want,” Midge complains. “No one ever says anything to them. But the second women try to just exist, it’s not good enough. It’s not the right way. But they keep moving the goalposts so there is no right way.”

Julia sighs heavily. “She told me I was not helping women by keeping them in the kitchen.”

Midge rolls her eyes. “Because it’s such a crime to want to nourish your family, or yourself and accomplish something new.”

“Oh, I’m so glad you feel that way,” Julia tells her, looking relieved.

“I’m Jewish. It’s part of our culture to want to see our families fat, dumb and happy after a big meal,” Midge shrugs. “Her book makes it seem like women are on their own, doing everything themselves with no help. And there are women who are. Lenny’s mother was single, and struggled, balancing raising him with waitressing and performing. But most upper middle class women have family nearby or hired help, or both. They’re not as helpless as Betty makes them out to be. These are college educated women who made choices in their lives.”

Julia considers that. “You have to admit, though. Society doesn’t make it easy to choose much else. It can be rather punishing, really.”

They both take long sips of their wine, as if to acknowledge the truth of that statement.

“But doesn’t everyone struggle with finding meaning and purpose?” Midge asks. “I’ve watched Lenny smoke entire packs of cigarettes while pacing and struggling to make sense of his place in the world.”

Julia nods. “Ever since retiring, my Paul has had a devil of a time finding purpose, and meaning in his life.”

Midge blows out a breath and swirls her wine distractedly. “I don’t know. Maybe Betty is right about all of it, and we’re all just fucked because society is terrible, and you and I set bad examples.”

“On the other hand,” Julia ponders. “If her entire thesis revolves around women being able to do what they’d like…shouldn’t we be able to…do what we’d like?”

Midge lifts her glass in a toast. “That I can drink to.”

Julia chuckles and taps her glass against the other woman’s and takes a sip.

#fic #au #tmmm #Julia #Midge x Lenny #Midge/Lenny #Julia/Paul

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bughead-quotes · 2 years

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Betty is happy to just be left with Jughead, his arm dutifully wrapped around her as she leans into his chest. He leans into her so he can whisper in her ear, “That doesn’t freak you out, does it?”

“What?” Betty asks, though she thinks she knows what he means. She just wants to hear him say it.

“That I’m thinking about marrying you,” he replies. “One day.”

“No,” Betty says. “I’ve been thinking about marrying you for a long time.”

“Ten! Nine!”

Betty and Jughead start counting along with the rest of the guests, and for once, Betty isn’t dreading the new year. All she sees are days and days ahead of her when she gets to kiss Jughead and know how it feels to be nestled in his arms.

“Eight! Seven!”

They’ll make up for all the lost time they spent being just friends, hours and hours of rolling around in the bedsheets and going on dates and making plans.

“Six! Five!”

They’ll get lost in the bookstore and take long walks around Prospect Park. They’ll say “I love you” over and over again, just because they can.

“Four! Three!”

They’ll move too fast and also not fast enough at the same time. They’ll read each other’s writing with a green pen in hand, because Betty always finds red too harsh.

“Two! One! Happy New Year!”

Jughead reaches down to capture Betty’s lips in a passionate kiss. Though she doesn’t usually do this, Betty uses her one free hand to take a selfie. She wants to remember this one forever.

— you can count on me by @stonerbughead (submitted by @bughead-bones)

#bughead #bughead fanfiction #bughead quotes

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winterlovesong1 · 1 year

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rules: pick any 10 of your fics, scroll somewhere to the mid point, pick a line, and share it! Then tag 10 people.

Thanks for the tag @forasecondtherewedwon - tagging @flythesail @scarletslippers @tryalittlejoytomorrow @vexthejester

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1. If it’s the same to you

Riverdale I Betty x Jughead I 2,105K I Teen

With her slouching in the seat beside him in her sleepy daze, his mind forages for the truth behind that statement. It turns and examines this hate that has come to influence how he acts, breathes, and walks within this world. His mind looks at this hate and says: this is not what it seems.

2. wish you were here

Nancy Drew I Nancy x Ace I 23,014K I Teen

And his voice is just as even in tempo, just as steady and assured as it always is when he speaks that enlightened wisdom that comes so effortless to him. And while a part of her is unphased at the petty scheme her mind is playing on her, the other half is grateful because she really does miss the sound of it, misses the tenderness in his advice, the graceful way he gives it, not pushy or presumptuousness, but gentle and modest in the way he offers his insights - like they are there if she wants them, if she ever needs them.

3. all this time

Nancy Drew I Nancy x Ace I 9,979 K I Teen

When she sees headlights approach her, the station wagon parking against the curb of the street, before the engine turns silent and the dim lights fade, all those prepared phrases dissolve into her mind and she finds herself smiling instead, allowing the joy to spread across her face and whisper words to no one.

“Hey, I’ve missed you so much…”

4. I could be the same old light for you

Riverdale I Betty x Jughead I 2,167K I Teen

Weeks go by and it’s her again, asking for help, wanting emerald eyes and needing answers. And he wondered in all this time if she was living in the shadows too? Did she know what mundane felt like? Did she dream of happiness like he did?

(did she miss it as much as he did?)

5. when I wake from dreaming, tell me is it really love?

Boy Meets World I Angela x Shawn I 2,299K I Teen

If love conquers all as they say, maybe love needed time to heal to win the fight.

6. I'll be writing about you for the rest of my life (line by line)

Boy Meets World I Angela x Shawn I 2,621 I Teen

It was easier to look at the nothing then it was to stare at an image that was held in such proximity to memories of her – of them. Because every work of art was her. Every beautiful paint stroke, or carefully drawn sketch or abstract collage – it was all her.

She was in all art everywhere.

7. and it’s you and me and all other people

Boy Meets World I Topanga x Shawn I 2,277K I Teen

It had started slowly, almost effortlessly, unbeknownst to him, until one day he felt ok to make a little less snide joke, until one day he didn’t want to tease her too maliciously, because she was a kind person, and he felt comfortable with her, and he wanted to keep her around. He didn’t want her to leave like so many others. So, he started to not be so harsh, even started to show those sides of himself he didn’t show everyone.

8. kaleidoscope

Marvel Universe - Loki (TV Show) I Loki x Sylvie I 7,143K I Teen

Then something occurs, and he’s not sure when he notices it, but it certainly catches him off guard once he does register it. It’s fleeting, barely present, but there was no doubt a brief grin spread across her face, one that she immediately, and rather instinctively, takes down, retreating to her somewhat solemn expression, the one he knows to be as much as a façade as his own moody exterior.

9. let me borrow this (wear your heart till it’s worn)

Nancy Drew I Nancy x Ace I 9,169K I Teen

And when he doesn’t deter his gaze from her, she thinks he might have heard all those unspoken truths. He was an expert in uncovering what lied beneath the quiet.

10. It's a love story, baby, just say yes

Boy Meets World I Angela x Shawn I 1,833K I Teen

Not yet he says smile wide and heart a little less scattered – not yet as they lay back against the couch cushions and back into each other’s arms, not yet as he offers her a different kind of promise, a promise for a future he never knew he wanted until he saw her in that booth and thought he never wanted to spend time with anyone else.

#I took choosing a line a little loosely lol #winter is clearly all over the place when it comes to fandom but I hope this preview of some of my stories entices some to read #nace fanfic #shawngela fanfic #sylki fanfic #bughead fanfic

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teonys-jf · 2 years

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omg i love fcuu. it has some of the best charas!!! like jenny, diana, betty and ken!!! can you post some hcs for it??

also opnion, what is your fav season of mys/mcd?

and like for what reasons did you make the changes that you did to the stories? (applies to both mys/mcd and all other rewrites of yours)

of course i can!! i wrote so many they’re going under a read more, like all of my stuff ^^;;

but to answer your second question, love~love came out during my summer break so it’s stuck with me lol. i love it too much even though, like all seasons, its pretty sucky... i remembered more of season 2 of mcd, i had come in like the middle of s1? and i barely remember s3 haha! so i don’t really have a favorite, it’s more scenes that i like :)

i made changes for fun mostly, some made more sense and some characters had potential and i wanted to explore it on my own? idk, i had problems and went “i can do better than this >:” after seeing a bunch of problems and started writing lol

jenny, she/her

so jenny used to be a scene girl. her bangs. it makes sense

her bangs still hold the shape, she’s still trying to get them back to what they were in college

jenny has her ears pierced

later in life she gets her tongue pierced as well

she also gets a spray tan every now and then

forgot to say! i used to think she got a spray tan! ^^;;

alloace

jenny is pretty tall

she likes guys with long hair and girls with short hair

sometimes, when first introducing people and she’s by cathy/betty she goes by jen

they all do this to confuse less people, so it’s jen, cath, and bet. betty didn’t know why the two were laughing so much and stopped later once she heard how funny it was

her birthday is in fall

however. she is a winter nut

diana, she/he/they

got his eyebrow/ears pierced

she has a high pain tolerance

also gets a tongue piercing/nose stud later

became friends with jen/cathy/betty before college

cathy thought diana had a crush on her and tried to convince the other two of this

they didn’t believe this and still hung out with diana, but didn’t tell cathy about it

bi :)

also has a fall bday ^v^

sometimes goes by dian

got a kick out of how much ken was freaking out about this and kept it to annoy them </2

made friends with terra, zane, and got ken to join. they like to do mini “competitions” as zane likes to call them

they’re usually dumb small stuff that makes everyone sick with laughter as zane tries to get everyone back on track

about the same height as terra

has an old stick-and-poke from junior high

it’s a crescent moon on their wrist :)

got the ear piercing from the same friend from that day!

short hair, likes to keep a long strip because of his mom and braids it

extra nice to aaron if she sees him

knows it’s very visible that the guy could be blown down at this point by a harsh breath in his direction

wanted to play kind-of-therapist to try and help, realized that there was stuff that needed a professional, jay/gene have come to the cafe to check up on him with dian

also doesn’t have a crush on him, can sense that he doesn’t like women and gets a kick out of how protective cathy is of him and how jenny acts around him

doesn’t say anything to them but has a running bet of who will find out about his bf first with ken

{forgot i wrote this, “lame gay and lesbully ken/diana” lol

too funny to not include}

hangs out with jay, ken, and mac in aarons room when he doesn’t have class

sometimes betty joins, sometimes gene joins- it’s always a toss up

makes jewelry for a living after college, made some small stuff and sold it online

betty, she/her {my favorite. the only character ever <2}

mei’fwa betty real!!! {or fel’ine if you’re going with my stuff ^ ^}

or at least part mei’fwa/fel’ine

ears pierced :)

gets more piercings after college, and works in a tattoo/piercing parlor

non-sam aroace :)

spring birthday

hangs out in a mini-group with jay, mac, and terra on the grass for lunch on sunny days

same height as mac

not sure how long her hair is, it’s giving me trouble ;;

i’ve narrowed it down to short, or long with a different coloring/style

can cut hair

strong 💪

she apprehended cathy. betty works out B)

likesto bake with nana and jay

cadenza and zoey like to come over as well

when kiki can make it she tries to give tips on some animal safe treats :)

friends with miaki, reece, and kai after college too

very friend oriented :)

katelyn, garroth, ivy, lillian, and terra were also her friends in college

still has the numbers for lillian and ivy and sometimes texts, kate/garroth don’t really talk with her anymore

very capybara like. good for her :)

ken, he/they

{since it didn’t really add anything to the story, ken is just human. him being a werewolf didn’t really come up in the series and it felt like a weird jess thing yknow?}

zane still has his phone number

they have gotten high after college and started talking about their hatred for capitalism and whatever bugged them

aaron found them one night and joined

achillean, polyamorous, and nonbinary

tried to have a pet bird in the dorms, along with ferrets, rats, mice, and a bunch of bugs. they were not happy with ken

mid-back hair length

becomes friends with gene/zenix after hanging out with gene so much through aaron, meets sasha and they’re all friends :)

favorite color is dark teal, so that’s what he dyed his hair

it’s naturally black

likes to jokingly pick on jay, mac, and betty

they don’t mind, they just bring up the one time he chugged a pot of coffee and let it go on accident into the sink and reached for a knife as it shattered

hangs out with lucinda/sasha and they like to watch movies together and share story ideas they’ve had after college

#irena's answers #irena's sticky note #irena's inkwell #falcon claw university #my first aph post on my main sideblog was about jenny being a scene girl lol #hope you like these :)#aphmau jenny #aphmau diana #aphmau betty #aphmau ken #irena's afterthoughts #aphmau

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arotechno · 3 years

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Jughead (2015), Issues 7-8: Discussion and Commentary

Boy oh boy am I excited to talk about this arc!! These two issues hold a very special place in my cold little aro heart.

(By the way, do you see that? I managed to get a digital copy from my library via Hoopla, which means you are spared from my shitty phone grabs. I’ll fix the previous post, don’t worry. Try clicking on the screenshots if tumblr blurs them. And try Hoopla, if you’ve got a library card and have been looking to read these.)

Fed up with him sitting around the house playing video games all summer, Mr. Jones forces Jughead to get out of the house and do something outside. Jughead finds Archie at the pool where he’s working as a lifeguard, and convinces him to take time off to go camping in the woods with him at their friend Dilton’s cottage.

They take Archie’s car out to the woods, only to find that the lake is overrun with Reggie’s over-the-top relatives at the Mantle family reunion. Horrified, Jughead and Archie go out on a hike to get away. This is where things go downhill—literally.

Jughead calls Archie out for his growing fixation with Veronica Lodge, whose father is the one trying to clear out Fox Forest. Archie immediately goes on the defensive, but Jughead, understandably, really doesn’t get it. And here’s where we see that this is a divide that has been brewing between them for quite some time, even if Archie seemingly had no idea it was happening.

The boys end up getting lost, which only serves to fuel their frustrations. It occurs to Jughead, some time later, that the lake they’re camping at is not that far from Camp Lucey, an all-girls summer camp. Shocked and hurt, he accuses Archie of only agreeing to go on the trip to pick up girls, and not to hang out with him. He tackles Archie and they tumble down a hill into the woods below.

This is a really interesting story, from an aro’s perspective. Jughead can’t relate to Archie’s teenage obsession with girls, and it isn’t something they can bond over like other friends may have been able to do. On a simple level, all Jughead really wants to do is hang out with his best friend, just the two of them, just like old times—back when they were younger, before Archie’s interest in girls seemed to take over his every waking moment. Importantly, Jughead never objects to Archie’s romantic pursuits on principle (he does have an issue with Veronica, but that has to do more with her father’s actions than her). It isn’t that he wants to stand in the way of Archie’s happiness—he just feels left behind, and that’s something I think a lot of aromantic people, teenagers especially, can resonate with.

Eventually, Archie and Jughead run into Mr. Weatherbee of all people, who begrudgingly offers to help lead them back to camp. It’s at this point that we get one of my favorite moments in the entire series, one that I have waxed poetic about on this blog before and probably will again.

Archie insists that he is in fact here to hang out with Jughead, and that he’s just being dramatic. Jughead, on the other hand, insists that Archie’s the one being dramatic with his love triangle problems, to which Archie replies:

“Look, I’m not going to apologize for being a normal guy, I—”

And Jughead’s reaction to those words has stuck with me since the first time I read this. He’s shocked, hurt, and clearly a little angry that Archie would say something like that. And it’s a subtle moment, one that you might not even feel the gravity of if you didn’t know that Jughead was aro. What’s most important here, though, isn’t Jughead’s reaction, but the fact that Archie is clearly in the wrong, and he knows it. He tries to backtrack immediately (“Jughead! I didn’t mean it like that! Wait!”), but Jughead ignores him, as Mr. Bee has already gotten them lost again.

This singular page is, to me, a deeper and more nuanced portrayal than many works with “on-the-page” canon aromantic characters. This arc isn’t about Jughead being aro (in fact, none of the comics particularly are). But this is a meaningful incorporation of Jughead’s orientation into his daily life and his relationships with other people—namely, with his best friend. Although Jughead is being somewhat harsh with Archie, never does the narrative place him in the wrong for feeling abandoned, hurt, or angry because of Archie’s words and actions. Even Archie, his best friend, is capable of saying things that hurt him, and his words in this scene are never excused or justified by the narrative.

It also means a lot to me that Archie apologizes the second he gets the chance to, and that Jughead is quick to forgive him and explain that he just misses the time before Archie was so obsessed with girls. I wouldn’t want the story to just turn into a feud between them. You know when you’re on a trip with your friends and you get lost and you’re tired and frustrated you just end up airing your grievances and coming out of it with a new understanding of your friendship while trying to solve the mess you’re in? That’s what this arc is.

Anyway, after a run-in with Reggie’s relative and Mr. Weatherbee’s old high school bully Ted Mantle, the trio manage to make it out of the woods—after several hours of walking until the sun has come up. There, they find that Camp Lucey has actually been renamed, and is now a camp for elementary school girls, where Betty happens to be working. So after all of that, Archie just ends up making a fool of himself, like usual. Mr. Bee’s wife drives over to rescue them and brings the boys back to Dilton’s cottage, where she remarks that she’s heard a lot about Archie and Jughead, and that they’re inseparable.

At its core, this is a story about friendship. It’s about the difficulties that come with realizing you can’t always relate to each other, and you can’t always read each other’s minds, and you sometimes say the wrong thing without meaning to. It’s a story about growing up, but not necessarily growing apart, and being able to reconcile your differences.

Archie assumes that after all of their bickering, Jughead would just want to go home and not hang out with him anymore. But turning back now would be contrary to what Jughead wanted in the first place, which was just to hang out with his best friend.

All’s well that end’s well, and Jughead and Archie patch things over and vow that they will always be best friends. It’s a wholesome moment, and reflects a common struggle for aspec teens that I rarely see addressed in media, if at all. Sometimes, it feels like your friends are all moving on without you, and sometimes they don’t even realize it when they’ve been neglecting your friendship. It takes communication to work these things out, and I’m happy to see that illustrated here.

This arc is my favorite, I think, and there’s reasons for that even outside of the aspects I’ve already detailed here. The kids getting lost in the woods on summer vacation is a fun way of framing the deeper story, and there are a lot of funny and endearing moments in these two issues. (Archie falls on his face, a lot, and Mr. Weatherbee is stoically exasperated with both of their antics.)

These are the last issues written by Chip Zdarsky. So shoutout to him for some of the most nuanced representations of aromanticism in fiction to date, even if he never wrote the word down on the page (I’ll get to that, don’t worry). But these are the first issues illustrated by Derek Charm, whose art style I love (no offense Erica Henderson), and the rest of the volume has a lot of other good aro moments in store. Until then, here’s himbo Archie:

See? Pure of heart, dumb of ass. You can’t be mad at him for long. (He falls into a hole later on the same page.)

Yeah, me too.

#woo!!!#techno's jughead reread #aro #aromantic #aro jughead #ace jughead #aroace jughead #jughead jones #jughead comics #long post #op

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thesimpsbasement · 3 years

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ℕ𝕠 𝕃𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔸𝕧𝕒𝕥𝕒𝕣 𝕠𝕗 ℙ𝕣𝕚𝕕𝕖

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Author: Betty

-Fandom: Obey me

- Character: Lucifer

- warnings: Blood, implied suicide , charecter death

Genre of fic :Angst

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Lucifer , the well known avatar of pride, the one who is posted feared amongst his younger brothers. He was known for his strictness and harshness, always hiding emotions and never knowing how he truly felt. He also being the Demon prince's right hand man gives him more responsibilities on his already exhausted shoulders.

Yet here he is, sitting in front of the fireplace in his study, his wings slouched as his tired eyes look at the burning flames. The papers were scattered everywhere, some torn or folded, The ink spilled on some of the documents however that was the least of his concerns.

His eyes were full of guilt, self hate

And sadness. Memories of the Celestial War, his sister's death, locking his brother in the attic without the others knowing,almost killing the exchange program student multiple occasions, everything was coming back to him like a sick movie coming to haunt him.

" They probably hate me " he thinks as he let's out a heavy sigh getting up from where he was sitting. Before he knew it he found himself in the darkness part of Devildom, his soul filled with hatred , in a fit of rage ripped his other remaining wings, just like he did so many years ago, he never felt that kind of rage sinse Lilith's fall but this time it's not rage towards his father, but towards himself. He failed his brothers, he thought as he took his final breath lying on the cold floor with blood coating his skin and clothing.

The brothers were at the table eating breakfast, however they noticed quite quickly something or rather someone was missing. " Uh hey did ya see Lucifer by any chance?" Mammon asked his brothers in a concerned voice " It *munch* is weird *munch* for him to *munch* to be late for breakfast" Beel said as he ate his breakfast. " Do you think he overslept?" Levi asked, looking away from his game , "It's unusual for him to oversleep too" Satan replied, even he was a bit concerned. " Soo, who is going to check his room?" Asmo asked looking at his brothers " Not me I ain't getting hung upside down again!" Mammon quickly declined knowing full well the consequences if he entered Lucifer room without permission. " I'll go" Beel suggested, he did care about his family a lot so it's natural for him to make sure his brother is okay. " What about breakfast?" Belphie asked half asleep. " I can always come back and eat it " he simply responds getting up and walking in the direction of his older brother's room. He knocked a couple times . No response. Thinking he might actually be asleep he opens the door. It's empty and quiet. No signs of Lucifer or life in general...

He walks back to the group with a concerned look on his face ." So did you find him?" Levi asked looking at him "No he isn't there at all his desk is a mess too" Beel responds hesitantly almost. " Do you think he's already at RAD already?" Asmo asked " He is busy and all and maybe he needed to be there earlier than usual?" he explained but it sounded more like a desperate excuse " Wouldn't he had texted us?" Mammon asked, looking at the 5th born ." Let's go and see, maybe he really did as Asmodeus said" Satan said at the group." Maybe so". And they went to RAD. Still no signs of Lucifer, neither in meetings or classes. The brother now started to worry . Diavolo was informed of his disappearance as well . Turns out he had no idea about it either. Everyone was searching for him in every part of Devildom, the brothers were worried sick, even Satan and Belphie were on edge despite their often shared hate for the oldest sibling. Soon they reached the darkest part of Devildom and the sight in front of them was shocking to say the least. The avatar of pride, lying there , lifeless in a pool of his own blood , facing away from everyone. They immediately noticed his other 4 wings were also torn off , blood on the wounds, black feathers surrounded him, definitely from his wings yet they were nowhere in sight.

The brothers looked at their deceased brother.They lost another family member….

First their sister, now their oldest brother. The avatar of pride is no longer the avatar of pride as his 6 brothers gathered around his corpse, crying and begging to be just a bad dream, a sick nightmare. But this isn't a dream, Lucifer won't be and will never be waking up again.

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