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judesluvvvv · 6 months

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marvel movie marathon

Jude saying he doesn’t like marvel broke my heart a bit 💔

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paring: jude bellingham & fem!reader

summary: you we’re doing a marvel movie marathon but jude said he’s not Interested but after a while he comes and join you

You had been waiting for the Marvel marathon a day dedicated to superheroes, action, and a bucketload of popcorn. But Jude, your boyfriend , had made it clear from the get-go that he was not being a part of the binge-watch session.

"These movies are so repetitive and boring," Jude had declared, waving his hand dismissively at the mention of Marvel movies.

You shrugged it off, ready to dive into the world of heroes and villains alone if he actually thought that then he was just stupid because who doesn’t like marvel. . The marathon commenced, the iconic Marvel logo flashing across the screen, signaling the start of an epic journey through the cinematic universe.

Hours passed, and just when you were deep in the Avengers movies , there was a subtle shuffle from the stairs. You glanced over to find Jude standing in the doorway, eyes fixated on the TV screen."Thought you weren't into Marvel?" you raised an, eyebrows surprised.Jude hesitated, trying to brush it off. "I'm not, but… uh, what's happening here?" You chuckled, seeing right through his attempt at trying to act not interested . "Come on, don't pretend like you're not enjoying this ."

As the movie unfolded, Jude couldn't help himself, making comments and observations about the storyline and characters. You couldn't help but tease him about his sudden change of heart. "Didn't you say these movies were boring?" you asked him , a playful smirk on your lips. Jude scratched his head, trying to play it cool. "Yeah, I mean, most of them are. But the older ones are kind of bearable, you know?" You grinned, seeing through his facade. "Aha! I knew you secretly enjoyed them."He chuckled, giving in to the undeniable entertainment of the movie playing before him. "Alright, fine, maybe they're not as bad as I made them out to be."

As the Marvel marathon progressed, Jude found himself oddly engrossed in the older movies . However, when the time came for "Doctor Strange in the multiverse of maddnes," he couldn't hold back his dislike for the movie. "This one, I stand by it, was horrible," Jude remarked, shaking his head in disapproval.. You couldn't help but laugh at his sudden declaration. "Ah, so there's a Marvel movie you genuinely dislike but yea I agree with you on this one definitely a wasn’t the best” Jude nodded adamantly, pointing at the screen. "Yeah, definitely not my cup of tea. But these older ones, I can tolerate." And so, the marathon continued, with Jude making sure to voice his strong opinions about the movies, particularly when it came to one’s he really didn’t like. But overall you had an amazing day and you were glad to make jude watch them with you.

#jude bellingham #jude bellingham imagine #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham x you #england nt #real madrid

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coconutcordiale · 1 year

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wasted + rooster please! congratulations 💝

golden hour

pairing- rooster x afab reader

warnings- 18+, unprotected piv, slight dumbification/degradation, light d/s, dom bradley, mention of oral (f receiving), completely unedited

length- 1.2k

an- thank you so much love!!! for the prompt "i know baby, i know" & many apologies for the wait on these celly requests. this was written in like....20 minutes. i have no idea if it's good or not

edit- realizing the next morning whatever took over my brain to write this was clearly inspired by @gretagerwigsmuse and the bradley & smart aleck cinematic universe (pls go read that it’s way better than this)

You don’t know how you ended up here. Mere hours ago, you were seconds away from killing Abby for making you go to the Hard Deck. Military bars all have the same kind of guy.

Now, your brain is melting out of your ears as you attempt to take in the gorgeous man above you, his sharp features glowing in the setting sun that filters through his salt-stained windows.

“Fuck,” Bradley groans from where he’s doing his best to bend you in half. “Feel so good, like you were made for me.”

That’s hot, your brain supplies as your eyes catch his biceps bulging where they bracket your head laid out on his pillow.

Shut up, you tell it, trying to keep some semblance of dignity in the face of having gone home with the exact kind of guy you swore you wouldn’t give the time of day.

You were excited when he first set down a fresh Jack and Coke for you at the bar, thinking this mustached man’s worn Hawaiian shirt equaled local instead of infantry. Unfortunately, his friends in khaki who kept trying to get Rooster’s attention quickly proved your instincts wrong.

It would’ve been easier not to end up in his bed if he didn’t look the way he does, brown puppy dog eyes so earnest and kind. If he hadn’t mentioned how much he loves to play Wordle, if his friends hadn't tried to coax him to the piano at least three times while you were there.

(If his arms weren’t threatening to break out of that old Hawaiian shirt.)

Your self-respect is getting shot to hell the longer you babble incoherent nonsense, breaking your gaze from his tan skin as your head lolls to the side, eyes going hazy and unfocused. He pulls all the way out to thrust back in again, slow and teasing, enough to bring you towards the edge again but not tip you over.

You know you’re whining, high-pitched and reedy, but you can’t find the wherewithal the stop any noises from tearing their way out of your throat.

It takes a Herculean effort to move your hands to his neck, tangling in those brown curls, wrapping your legs tight around his hips in an effort to ask for more, something your lips just can’t form right now.

Bradley grins, the edges a little sharp, a little mean as your pathetic whines must have gotten the message across. “Greedy little thing, aren’t you? Made you cum on my tongue and now you want more? Clench that tight cunt around my cock?”

Nodding desperately, you're feeling unhinged, your head bobbing up and down like a bobblehead. When you finally make yourself form actual words, your voice is wrecked. “Please – I need – ”

He catches your lips in a filthy kiss as those skillful fingers make their way down to your clit, stroking in strong, decisive circles. “I know baby, I know.”

Bradley speeds up and you get even louder, throat straining with the mewls leaving your lips.

“Cum for me,” he murmurs against your lips, cock hitting you just right on every thrust.

Your climax snaps through you almost immediately at his command, your back arching up into him and bringing him over the edge with you.

You leave the next morning before he wakes up. You can’t help it.

Sure, he’s hot, but you’re not actually going to date this guy. You just had a momentary lapse in judgment after seeing his deft fingers fly over piano keys, singing his heart out and so fully into the performance you thought the vein in his neck might burst. It was oddly endearing.

Every girl is a sucker for a guy who can sing. Serenades make logic and reasoning fly out the window. It’s totally not your fault.

So, it stands to reason that you nearly knock him down walking into the grocery store later that day. Because that’s the kind of fuck you the universe always has in mind for you.

“Hey,” Roos—no, Bradley, smiles, easy like you didn’t sneak out of his house without a second glance mere hours ago. He takes a look at the cold water bottle you have resting against your forehead, barely holding back his amusement. “Rough night?”

You want to glower at him but it’s hard to be mad at someone that looks like that under fluorescent lighting, turning away instead so you don’t have to stare at his unfairly beautiful face and remember what that ridiculous mustache feels like between your thighs. “Shut up.”

“I think you’re limping a little bit,” Bradley mock whispers as he follows you down the chips aisle.

He sounds way too proud of himself. You flip him off and he laughs, musical and happy despite the awkward circumstances. You can’t decide if you want to punch him or kiss him.

You and Bradley start talking at the same time, words rushed and overlapping.

“You snuck out before I got a chance to ask – ”

“Bradley, you seem like a nice guy, but I – ”

A tan arm reaches across you for a bag of salt and vinegar Lays and tossing them into his basket on the floor after you both fall silent. “You don’t like military guys.”

You freeze, mouth gaping open like a fish.

He shrugs. “It was pretty obvious last night.”

“I – yeah, I don’t – ” you stutter before pausing for a deep breath. “Not sure we’re a good fit, is all.”

Bradley nods. “I get it. I had fun with you though, and not just at my house. If you're willing to reconsider, I’d like to think I’m much more than my job.”

You purse your lips, wondering if your brain is actually broken as you consider taking him up his offer. He must catch on to your deliberation because he takes a step closer to you, big hand settling against your waist slow and gentle, giving you plenty of time to step away. Your feet are glued to the floor as you try not to sway into him and get lost in the spicy scent lingering on his tan skin.

“Breakfast,” he suggests when a few moments pass without you answering.

“It’s four p.m.,” you say warily.

He scrunches his nose like that’s inconsequential. “I’ll cook.”

“You know how to cook?”

He shoots you a withering glare and you smirk, pleased to have made him feel as wrong-footed as you’ve felt since he sat down across from you yesterday.

“Do you remember where my house is, or did you sprint out too quickly to notice?”

“I don’t remember saying yes.”

“You strike me as the kind of girl that isn’t afraid to tell me to fuck off.”

“So?”

He gestures at the lack of space between you with his free hand, where your body has betrayed you by leaning into his warmth. “This doesn’t feel like you telling me to go to hell.”

“It’s not,” you sigh, mouth twitching up at the corners despite your best efforts as you shove your basket into his hands. “Put my groceries on Uncle Sam’s bill.”

Bradley practically beams at that. “Of course. But you’ll have to come over to my place to get them, can’t have you sneaking off before I get a chance to play some Righteous Brothers for you.”

The picture that paints for you makes you want to melt. You’re fucked.

#rooster smut #rooster x you #bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster bradshaw #rooster top gun #rooster x y/n #rooster fluff #rooster x reader #x reader #bradley bradshaw smut #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x female reader #bradley bradshaw fanfiction #bradley rooster bradshaw x you #bradley bradshaw fluff #bradley bradshaw imagine #bradley rooster x reader #mae's 1k

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margareth-lv · 5 months

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🎪It's all fake, it's all tricked🎪

I've been very busy over the last few days (well, weeks), so I haven't been on Tumblr much. So, frankly, I don't know if there was any discussion here before New Year's Eve about Outlander_Starz's controversial post on Instagram called "In Memoriam" (...To everyone we lost this year, you will be missed. Well, some of you...).

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*** *** *** Maybe I'm very old (eh, no, I'm not) or very conservative (no, no, I'm not conservative at all), but I'm not amused by "In Memoriam" for rapist and murderer Allan Christie or rapist and murderer Richard Brown. Sure, Outlander is fiction, literary and cinematic, but even in fiction, characters shouldn't be given altars if they were (fictional) bad people, should they? Has the person who is in charge of these hopeless posts on Instagram even read the plot of Outlander? Does that person take the audience seriously? Or is he or she just a kid/an intern/a casual volunteer messing around to promote and advertise Outlander_Starz? *** *** ***

On this side of the fandom, we are convinced that Sam and Caitríona are controlled by psychopathic marketing and PR profiteers who, in order to maximise their benefits, have decided that a married Sam will not sell well, let alone Caitríona who is madly in love with Sam. Most of the time, the marketing and PR for Sam and Caitríona is hopelessly naive and incoherent. But aren't these marketing and PR professionals just idiots? They are just plain fools. They are stupid. They don't understand anything. They don't get the basics. And on top of that, they don't love, they're not loved, they don't have families, they don't give a damn about values and ethics.

*** *** ***

The Fraser family, separated by a chasm of 200 years, was the 'In Memoriam' post that saddened me the most.

There is nothing funny about a broken family.

There is nothing funny about missing your children or your parents.

But apparently some idiots find it amusing.

Like yesterday's hopeless post about "energy" for 2024. What part of the fandom finds the (controversial) energy of Sophie Skelton and Richard Rankin fascinating?

*** *** *** How stupid do you have to be not to know that we're here for Caitríona and Sam?

[By the way, I spent about three minutes of my life googling the meaning of 'soo la voo', and in general my French isn't all that bad.

Yes, oddly enough it's about 'c'est la vie' and the Tik-Tok video from a month ago. Who else, apart from thirteen-year-olds, would know about the news from Tik-Tok? This confirms my theory that Starz PR is done by thirteen-year-old volunteers. Bravo]

*** *** ***

And finally, the icing on the cake. Someone in the Starz PR department woke up and thought that maybe Caitríona and Sam were important to the fandom after all, so a lovely InstaStory like this was posted:

The 'Just Jared' result had been predictable for days. Our lovebirds' lead over the other actors was growing at a dizzying rate.

By the way, it is impossible to overlook the fact that 169,160 people voted for Sam (which represents 52.06% of the total votes) and six times less people voted for Caitríona, 29,347, which represents 82.94%.

Who votes for men? Could it be women?

Is (maybe) Starz PR right to strategise on horny grannies?

😜

[January 4, 2024]

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callsignfate · 3 months

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You couldn't remember.

TW: Mention and talk of death, grief, and other heavy topics. No comfort. Ambiguous Character. Barely edited. Sorry </3

Life unlike most things isn’t meant to have a satisfying end, the movies you’ve watched up until now mostly had endings that left you letting out a sigh of content as the screen faded to black and the comfortable night slowly wined down to a comfortable end.

This end wasn’t satisfying.

Life is an uncomfortable experience with the chance your movie will end sooner than you’d planned with the exact amount of control you had as you watched the movie. In these quiet moments, you never expected to be content with your progress, that you’d actually try to accept what life has to offer, and with your previous memories that left a sour taste in your mouth and a numb feeling in your head it was hard, but you tried.

So when you looked at her lifeless body lying uncomfortably still you expected something to snap, something to make your mind less fuzzy, in the movies they did not portray grief or guilt in the same way you could feel it now. It wasn’t hitting you yet, that this was the last time you’d see her other than in photos you took in the past. You expected the sky to darken and the rain to start softly pattering down on you, but it didn’t. The morning dew still slowly soaked through your pants, and the sun still shined down on her perfectly.

Nothing changed in that moment, her eyes glazed over slowly as they looked with a scarily empty stare at the sky that held nothing for you. Tears poured down your cheeks as you slowly blinked them away desperately. You wanted something, anything to make your mind snap out of this emotionless trance it had stuck you in, it felt as if your mind was refusing to accept that she had died. She was dead. You repeat that in your oddly quiet mind, the pleas that you hoped would reach somewhere you couldn't fathom.

Denial.

Before you stood you ran your hands through her hair one final time, the soft strands of hair felt so soft and comforting as you usually played with her hair while she lay in bed next to you every night, the same smell of hair conditioner made your hand smell with the usual fruity fragrance. You had just helped her pick it out because the store didn’t have her usual favorite. Did she like it? You had forgotten to ask.

You wished in that moment for it to hit you so your mind would react in the way you expected it to, but you were stuck with a blank expression and tears trickling down, another thing you couldn’t control. You were getting tired of losing control, of not having control. She always told you it would be okay, that you would understand why emotions were seemingly harder for you to grasp but even in this moment you didn’t believe her. You wanted to be angry, sad, anything that wasn’t this numb feeling that left you looking like a pale statue next to her.

Grief isn’t fair, but is anything? Why is your mind thinking of everything and anything but this moment right now? You wanted to focus but nothing came to mind other than what you had to do, which was stand up letting her body slowly and gently slide into the wet grass, fold her arms gently over her chest, and grab the metallic chain that held her tags with your shared last name. The clothes you had helped wash and fold still smelt like the detergent you both picked out at the store the other day, over the smell of warm metal that now tainted her usual sweet and clean scent that you had grown accustomed to over the years.

What did others do when they experienced this? Did they speak to them? Is there an etiquette you never learned? What were you meant to do now? After everything from the first moment you could remember to this very second, was it supposed to rush past you like a summer wind you couldn’t catch? Were the memories of your love supposed to have a cinematic montage in your head while you screamed and begged for this to all change? Nothing could change this, although you wished it could you didn’t know if you were supposed to do something specific.

Before you could think about it you knelt down and took the ring you had both picked out that day in the expensive overcrowded shop and put it on the chain that her tags hung on, the tags moving against each other as you fumbled with the clasp for a moment before sliding the ring on, letting it fall against the metal tags with a metallic sound that almost mimicked the sound of change in a pocket. Did you remember to take all of the change out of her pockets before you put her pants in the washer last night? You couldn’t remember.

You couldn’t remember.

#kate laswell #kate laswell x reader #laswell #call of duty laswell #laswell cod #laswell mw2 #mw2 valeria x reader #valeria cod #valeria garza #valeria garza x fem!reader

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magicalgirlsirin · 4 months

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the elysian realm: well written, poorly directed

NOTE: this post is an elysian realm critical look by a relative newcomer to hi3, i dont really have the grace of having played it as it came out. i enjoy the elysian realm, but in my opinion, its absolutely a mess with regards to storytelling.

Part 1: so no theme?

When I titled this post, I meant it quite literally. There's plenty of stuff within Elysian Realm that is well written, I'm not here to argue that it isn't (with some small caveats). Most characters are interesting and engaging, and have a wealth of available text to further their depth. The real problem here is that all that detail and work isn't in service of anything. There is no theme to the Elysian Realm, no point of narrative, no common through line. Elysia introduces us to the realm, implies there's a point, that the 'unfinished lives' of these 13 trailblazers is going to go somewhere, and then waffles the plot all the way from the initial game mode through Elysium Everlasting, with a final cinematic which I will get to later for my thoughts on why it doesn't work.

The initial game mode that kicks off the story is just oddly paced. The first chapter is relatively fine, just serving as an introduction to the realm and its mechanics both in and out of universe. One of the first questions I had was just "why does kevin have a weird basement paradise with ai copies of his mostly dead friends and then also a version of himself and hua who are still very much alive" and I'm loathe to report that the realm never bothers answering this question or elaborating on why it exists. At risk of sounding like HoC, it really is a meaningless diversion with pointless people existing redundantly.

The second and third chapters, however, are unforgivably bad. I realized upon reflection they were probably heavy focus on Mobius and Aponia respectively because their suits were debuting at the time (or something to that effect) but it feels like such an agonizing detour to focus on them with seemingly no other motive. Learning about the two furthers my understanding of the Flame Chasers as a unit, I Guess, but doesn't illuminate anything about the realm or even Elysia.

I will get back to Elysia.

Part 2: No really, why is Mei here?

Another major problem with the Elysian Realm is that Mei pretty much ceases to be a character. Even though she's the point of view, she barely expresses any of her own opinions, thoughts, or even basic input outside of rebuffing Elysia's attempts to flirt with her. Sure, she still has some snark and sass to her, especially when interacting with Kevin, but outside of that I can barely remember anything important she does. Which is crazy! I could easily describe any other contribution she's made to various chapter sets/arcs within the game, but the Elysian Realm is absolutely dead air.

This ties into the fact that the realm has no theme, there's not a point, so Mei isn't going on a character journey. You could argue that Elysia is influential to Mei's arc for gifting her the power of origin, but that's not really... character growth. Mei becomes origin because she accepts the blessings* and ideals of the Flame Chasers, but because she didn't learn dick or shit in the actual realm, everything kind of just rings hollow. Mei functionally is meant to be a stand in for you, the viewer, to self insert into the realm and imagine that you're the one interacting with everyone, which is such a disservice to Mei.

*I want to briefly sidebar to curb the misconception that Mei was given the power of origin because she collected all the signets, or that the point of the realm was to find someone to collect them all to have that power passed along to them. Mei getting the power is unrelated to the realm's existence as far as I'm concerned, given that Hua says this:

I trust that Hua is telling the truth here, mostly because she has no reason to lie to us. What this does leave us with is, unsurprisingly, still no answer on the purpose of the realm. Vague handwaving of Kevin saying that Mei has earned the right to "seek answers" only for the narrative to do a weird slight of hand where Aponia goes "now you get to know Elysia's secret because you defeated me kyaaaaa" is not the point. I doubt Kevin allows people into his basement for the possibility of finding out some dead chick from 50,000 years ago that no one outside of WS would actually know by name was secretly a herrscher.

Speaking of which.

Part 3: The Elysia was always a herrscher reveal is dumb

I know this is the most contentious part of the discourse™ when it comes to Elysia, but I cannot understate how stupid it is. I can accept retcons of herrscher order, begrudgingly but yes I will concede if the game wants to commit to it. What I cannot concede to is the game saying that Elysia was born a herrscher.

All the Flame Chasers got MANTIS surgery. This is a fact. Elysia received it as well. Don't you think like, I don't know, literally anyone involved in the procedure would have noticed she has honkai radiation off her like a nuclear bomb? This is such a basic hole in logic and it feels like the game almost wants you to forget that this is a thing, but I didn't, I've spent the past 2 months digging through all the realm game mode text to come to this conclusion.

I also have grift with the fact that she was a previous era herrscher with sapience, since a lot of the tragedy of the previous era is because of the loss of humanity. Kevin was fucking devastated by the HoF emergence, because he hesitated. He saw Murata's face and thought she was still in there. But she wasn't. Kalpas lost Emile to the HoD. Mobius lost Klein, not only to her own over-ambition, but to HoL. Sakura lost Rin to HoC. All of these are essential to their stories, and it's because those herrschers were just mindless tools, godproxy emanators of destruction with no higher order thinking skills. Only a will to subjugate humanity.

Oh but actually Elysia is a sweet and special perfect girl who never did anything wrong, she didn't betray anyone, she was always the bestest girl who loved humanity and was a friend to everyone because she's so lovable and you should love her too ❤️❤️❤️

Yeah no I'm not doing that. I want to make it clear that I actually really like Elysia, and it doesn't take much to fix the parts of her story that have no logic or retcon themselves in the span of a chapter. She's very close to being well written, which makes it all the more frustrating that the narrative continually bends around her to make her have less flaws. Elysia is pushy! She's overbearing, and tends to needle at people whenever she notices something. She forces Mobius to try on clothes she likes but Mobi doesn't, she constantly flirts with Mei and calls their hangouts dates even if Mei doesn't seem interested, she's a little selfish and plays pranks, all of this stuff is very endearing! I just can't deal with the other things the game does to try and make me like Ely more.

Part 4: Even if I try to fix it, the realm is broken

I could sit down and outline ways to fix Elysia's writing, the way the realm's story is structured, and it would be fine and dandy in service of smoothing over the stuff I didn't like about it, but you know what it wouldn't fix?

Mei.

Yeah I think we all just keep forgetting about Mei being in here. The thing is that because the Elysian Realm is such a dead weight in canon, you almost can't make Mei go through character development because it wouldn't flow into Transcending Finality in a comprehensible way, and this post isn't about the problems with the final chapter set of Part 1 (although I do promise I have some complaints about the writing choices in there too).

The realm treating Mei as a self insert, and not really serving her arc either, is seen most obviously in "Because of You", the ending cinematic. One that famously doesn't feature Mei at all in the fighting. The ender for this arc is Elysia, because all things start with Elysia. It's Elysia Impact all the way down, except for the part where it has literally no bearing on the main plot.

And that's the problem, isn't it? The only thing the realm really does is augment our understanding of Kevin, and only barely so if you want to split hairs about how Sim!Kevin isn't our Kevin, given that there's a few stray dialogue moments that actually go against Sim!Kevin and most other characters insistence that Kevin is an immovable rock of a man.

So at the end of it all, what do I even say? I love the realm, obsessed to death with it, all the characters are my favorites, well written, absolutely dogshit in terms of story direction. I find this contradiction to be reflective of Elysia, a character who exists only as a vessel for whatever the writer/story director thought would be cool, instead of making it mean anything.

#dazzling nova #honkai impact 3rd #raiden mei #kevin kaslana #fu hua #sorry to beat a dead horse but consider i casted revive #elysian realm

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apples4day · 1 month

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BLAME || Yandere! TDWT x Fem! Reader

2/2 EPISODE THREE (Super Happy Crazy Fun Time Japan)

I was sick.

This is part six!! Go read other parts if u haven’t

"Uh..what?" Noah seemed to speak for everyone. "That piece of cinematic gold is the Japanese promo. Total Drama is HUGEEE here!" Chris stated and stood in front of the screen. Courtney crossed her arm, "okay? But that was in ENGLISH so why are they dubbing our voices?"

"Turns out the locals just don't like the sounds of y'all, sorry!"

"No you're not."

"Trueee, ready for the next challenge? I hope you payed attention because you'll be writing, directing, and producing your very own Japanese commercial. There's a brand new candy hitting the Japanese market, it's chefs Total Drama Yum Yum Happy Go Time Candy Fish Tails! I call this the Total Drama Yum Yum Happy Go Time Candy Fish Tails challenge of celebration fun."

Chef looked upset. "You said we were going to pay a real Tokyo ad firm."

"Oops, I did! Didn't I? As props you'll be allowed to use anything you can find in the airplane storage area. Since team Chris is really really really really really hot won the first challenge, they get to choose their props first."

Your team all high-fived and cheered. Tyler slipped when he tried, and you were struggling to reach up to high five. Izzy noticed your struggles and let out her little crazy giggles. You laughed when he fell. "Ooh that's rough. Need some help there?" You leaned over and stuck your hand out for him to grab. This had been the first time he ACTUALLY payed attention to you. He didn't realize it before but you're his type...and really pretty to literally everyone's standards.

"Uhhh yeah, thanks." He took your hand and scratched the back of his head, blushing slightly. You nodded, "no problem!" Then turned back to your group. Not noticing the glares from Noah, Alejandro, and a slight look from Izzy to Tyler.

Chris continued, "with team victory choosing second and team amazon stuck with whatever drags are left." After everyone processed the challenge, he dismissed them for a short break. You were gonna be the last to walk out, getting shoved away immediately. "Y/nnnn," he dragged your name out and approached you. "Uh..yes?"

"So! This isn't recording don't worry. But you're really making the reviews go higher. Fans are going CRAZY! They want some more romance though. We'd appreciate it if you talked to some more competitors..romantically! Like Alejandro, or even a girl!" He suggested, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. "Uhm.." you glanced around the room nervously.

"You know what else would get some good ratings? Some forbidden romance! With me." He winked and smiled playfully. "Um..sure. What do I get out of this whole romance thing? And why are they going crazy over specifically me?" You asked. He laughed lightly, "glad ya asked! Fans noticed the tension you have with well..everyone! Even me. So if you play into their fantasies I'll give you some advantages, kay?" He looked oddly mischievous. "Okay? Um..how exactly do I do that?"

"Just keep on doing what you're doing. Then add some playful flirting or innocent flirting depending on the person." He shrugged, "try being the sweet competitor. I really don't care, just get those ratings up!" He smiled at you even harder and then took his arm off your shoulders. "Now get going before people get suspicious. Advantages will come after those ratings come in." Chris winked, pointing the door. You smiled awkwardly and slightly furrowed your brows before waking out.

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You and your team now stood before a bunch of boxes. Alejandro hummed, "hmm I'm seeing..a tiny Tokyo..a giant radioactive monster!"

Izzy giggled, "yes! Big O can be the monster, huh? Big O pleaseeee."

Owen growled and laughed weirdly, "Al, you're a genius!"

"Super Japanese idea Al, nice!"

Alejandro smirked and looked at you and Noah, "Noah, Y/n? What's say you?"

"Meh I guess."

You smiled and shifted your weight from one foot to another, "great idea. As expected."

Alejandro wasn't expecting a compliment from you. Based off your previous interactions...it was new. Not that he minded. He quite liked it. Tyler placed a soldiers helmet on Noah and you giggled. "Lookin' good," you pointed to his hat. "Oh..thanks."

What's up with you? Both Noah and Alejandro noticed you being slightly nicer. (#trynnagettheshowsreviewsupbcchrissaidso)

Your team began walking out, you weren't carrying anything. You noticed Alejandro stayed behind to talk to Harold and decided to watch.

"Good luck, honorable opponent."

"I don't need your luck!"

"Of course you don't, you have superior leadership skills and vision. Your team is lucky to have you."

"I know right! They are! Right?"

Harold turned to his group. Lindsay raised her finger, "I have an idea! Last time I went for Japanese I had this huge bowl of pad Thai."

Leshawna groaned, "pad Thai is THAI!"

"Are you sure? That doesn't sound right."

Harold began talking bout' some weird shit and Alejandro walked away, you followed after him and once you caught up to him you placed a hand on his arm. He hadn't noticed you were there so he jumped back slightly and laughed awkwardly when he realized it was you. You raised a brow, "What was that about?" You referred to him talking to team victory.

"Just giving them a little push. By the way..." He pulled you into a secluded area, looking around to see if anyone else was looking. "What did you decide? To make me your enemy or friend?"

"Oh um...friend?" It came out as more of a question. Originally you were gonna say enemy, but Chris' advantages were too tempting. Winning is easier this way. He smiled at your answer and hummed. "Good."

"Or more than friends.." you added awkwardly, trying to get them advantages from Chris 🤰

Alejandro smirked, "yeah? Did you fall for my charms?"

"Maybe I did, you'd like that, huh?" You smiled, brushing against his shoulder and walking to where your team was. Alejandro stood there and looked at you as you walked away.

CONFESSIONAL- ALEJANDRO

"Okay...that was..weird." Alejandro looked confused.

"She's hated me up until now. What changed?"

He smirked.

"Not that I'm complaining. I just need her to stop talking to Noah. Then we can be more than friends, in her words. That doesn't seem like it's gonna happen though. I'll have to threaten her or make some alliance rules. That or I'll just...get rid of him."

CONFESSIONAL- ALEJANDRO; ENDED

You were building mini tokyo with Noah and Tyler. The floor was shaking because Owen was stomping around like a monster. "He needs to stop," you whispered to Noah and Tyler while playing with a little building. Noah looked at you, then Owen, and then stood up. "Hold on there chubby buddy, let us finish the tiny city first." He told Owen, looking serious.

You smiled at him, "awww did you do that for me?" He rolled his eyes, "no, for our team."

"Yeah sure, I'm growing on you."

Noah grimaced, "no. Never." When you weren't paying attention, he mumbled. "Maybe.."

"What was that?"

"Nothing. Keep working pinkie pie." His cheeks flushed.

Alejandro was sitting in a chair with chefs snack, ready to try it. You watched with interest. He popped one in his mouth before throwing up. "Ughh!"

CONFESSIONAL- ALEJANDRO

"Like rotten fish intestine with a side order of fermented squid and dirty hockey equipment." He looked scared and then threw up again.

CONFESSIONAL- ALEJANDRO; ENDED

Once you finished your area of mini tokyo, you stood up and looked over at Tyler's work so far. "You're doing a really good job," you complimented, looking like you were in awe. "You think so? Thanks! You did pretty good too," he replied, looking over at your area.

Noah watched the exchange with a sour face, glaring at Tyler. "Thank you, you know we haven't talked a lot." You pointed out, sighing. Tyler nodded in agreement. "Yeah..hopefully we'll talk more now. You seem pretty chill."

"You too, I think you're cute by the way."

Tyler turned a bit red at how direct you were and then went back to working. "Um..thanks. You're really cute." You smiled at his compliment, "thank you!"

"Yeah.."

Noah continued watching, a weird feeling building up. "Stop flirting before I barf," Noah snapped. He looked displeased. You both just looked at him oddly.

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Skip

Everybody was now back in the room from before. "We're done shooting Owen, you can take the suit off!" Tyler told Owen, he looked concerned. "I got really sweaty and now it won't come off."

You gagged.

"Okay now that you're done filming it's time to see if your hard work payed off, chef?" Chris began.

"No budget, no ad agency, rip off cheese ball cheap show..." Chef was mumbling.

"First up! Team Chris is really really really hot with monster rampage!" Chris pointed to the screen.

Owen was smashing tiny Tokyo and crushing little cars. Alejandro yelled, "oh no!!"

"We must run!" Tyler put his finger up.

"Think of our children!" You and Noah grabbed onto each other and faked looking scared.

"He's so hot!" Izzy yelled out. You all looked at her in shock. Owen made more monster noises. "Wait! We shall stop him this way!" Alejandro pulled out Chefs snacks and threw one into monster Owen's mouth. "Oh delicious!"

The screen then cut to a little song and then a picture of the snack. You didn't really like the commercial you guys came up with but figured it was probably the best out of all the teams.

"Next up team victory with a samurai's lament!"

You watched the commercial, trying really hard not to laugh. What the fuck is this? Did Harold come up with this? You thought. It was some weird dying samurai getting begged for food and then eating Chefs snack before passing away on the floor. The whole thing was a mess. They even forgot their lines. Team victory looked ashamed, all with wide eyes.

"Yeah..that was interesting." Chris crossed his arms. Leshawna looked at Lindsay, "maybe your pad thai idea wasn't so bad." Lindsay got a little mad, "see I told you!" Harold began ranting about how his commercial was art only to get shut up by Chris. "Next up, the amazons!" Courtney, Gwen, and Heather all looked unprepared. They began whispering to each other.

"Chris as the leader of the team, it falls to me to tell you that our team didn't-" Courtney got cut off by Cody, "come up with an amazing title for our awesome commercial!"

Gwen looked confused, "we have a commercial?"

Cody continued, "let's just call it..huh?"

The commercial was short and quick, with exploding donuts and dead talking birds. You burst out laughing, You were basically dying. Everyone else looked flabbergasted. "That was great!" You said, wiping away tears from laughing. Cody thought it was a genuine compliment and smiled proudly. Chris looked genuinely concerned, "o-kayyy...well chef?"

"Chris..I think I gotta go with team Amazon."

You immediately stopped smiling and laughing, "what?!"

Team Amazon cheered. "I don't know I just love exploding donuts." Chef said. Team amazon began complimenting Cody.

CONFESSIONAL- Y/N

"WHAT THE ****?? HOW DID THEY WIN WITH THAT ****!! *****?! **** *** CHEF!"

Your confessional was bleeped out because Chris was trying to keep it family friendly!! 🥰 (you said "what the fuck?? how did they win with that shit!! Cunts?! Fuck you Chef!) alsooo cunt isn't a superrrr bad word where I'm from, sorry Americans for being sensitive to that word...😞

CONFESSIONAL- Y/N; ENDED

Team victory lost. Ironic, team VICTORY lost AGAIN. You were now talking to Alejandro privately. "So, now that we're in alliance can we please try harder to win? I'm gonna shoot myself if we lose again." You begged, holding his hands in yours. "Don't worry, for you, I'll win. We'll be in first class next time." He shrugged, smiling slightly at your touch. "How exactly are we gonna win though?"

"You'll see."

NOT proofread

Sorry this chapter was crazy, idk what I was thinking with the whole Chris deal?? This chapter sucks I'm so sorry😭

Part seven coming soon. Follow for notifications!!

Tyler and Izzy are gonna be the next victims to your charms🤷‍♀️

Who's next after them? 🤰🤰

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league-of-blorbos · 5 months

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My Theories for what each Darkin was as an Ascended

(to preserve my sanity, i'm only gonna talk about the main 5 darkin, which are all the darkin champions and xolaani, and i'll put them in order starting with the one with the most supporting evidence and the going down to the ones that i purely made up)

Xolaani: Bird

We already know this one, we can see her statue in The Call cinematic and you can see feathers on her chest and a bird-like head shape. We can't tell what exact kind of bird she was, but she was definitely avian.

Aatrox: Angel

First off, it's never said that Ascended have to be based on animals. Every fan interpretation I see of Valeeva, a Darkin described in Twilight of the Gods, looks like a humanoid with venomous spines, so Ascended beings could theoretically also be humanoids with extra apendages (like Valeeva's spines or Aatrox's wings) but are just more commonly animals.

Second, we know Aatrox is trying to morph his vessel into looking as close to his former appearance as possible and it's implied he envies Kayle since she resembles himself as an Ascended. Kayle is an angelic human with wings, plus I feel Aatrox would try to reform himself with animal traits if he had them, but instead he looks, again, like a human with wings. Also there's the metaphors with Darkin being fallen gods, and the Darkin (mostly Aatrox and Rhaast) looking like demons, and that fits the trope of the fallen angel, you get the point, Aatrox is basically meant to be Satan so it works for him to be a corrupted angel.

Rhaast: Goat

This is one I've seen a few other people headcanon, and it comes from one of Kayn's taunts as the Shadow Assassin where he calls the enemy a "two-legged goat" which is so oddly specific and I can't find anything it could be referencing, so the theory is he's taunting his opponent by comparing them to Rhaast, who as SA, Kayn has already defeated. I would also like to mention that Kayn's baggy pants paired with Rhaast's hooved feet and horns give him a satyr-like silhouette.

On the more symbolic side, goats are often associated with the devil (again, Darkin are based off demons) and to death and the occult in a similar way a scythe is despite both being common things found on a farm; they both seem innocent until put in the right contexts, which is perfectly ironic for a violent being like Rhaast.

Varus: Lizard

In his short comic, we see a vague fanged head that wasn't shown when just Kai and Valmar walked these same stairs, so some theorized that this is what Varus looked like before being trapped. To me, the head looks most like it's reptilian. He could also be a snake or even a dragon, but in Runeterra we already have a snake Ascended with Naganeka and a humanoid dragon with Shyvana so I went with a lizard since it felt the most unique.

Naafiri: Feline

I remember seeing some people guess she used to be a cat when one of her teasers said that her becoming a hound was "ironic", and felines are seen as the opposite of canines. That's pretty much where the evidence ends, I'm just going based off vibes that maybe she was a big cat like a panther or a tiger.

#can you tell i've been rereading darkin lore lately?#mostly cuz i wonder if we'll see more than just aatrox in the cinematic tomorrow #oh and im flexible on some of these #but you can rip goat rhaast out of my cold dead hands #league of legends #lol #leagueoflegends #riot games #legends of runeterra #darkin #xolaani #aatrox #rhaast #varus #naafiri #shurima

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anonymousewrites · 9 months

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One Hell of a Love (Book 1.5) Chapter Two

Sebastian Michaelis x Demon! Reader

Chapter Two: One Hell of a Congregation

Summary: Sebastian and (Y/N) talk, and they face an angel.

“As only boys are being chosen for the Heavenly Choir, the Young Master is the only one who could get close to the Founder,” said Sebastian as he, (Y/N), Ciel, and Grell regrouped after the…ordeal with the nun

“Really?” said Grell perkily. The other three looked over at her, and their faces turned blank. Grell was wearing one of the uniforms the little boys had one, and it fit…really badly around her. “Entering the Heavenly Choir is something even I can do! So, does it suit me?”

“Wah! I’ll become unclean!” wailed the little boy in just his undershorts.

“You—!” began Ciel, but a sudden singing interrupted him.

“Ah! The time of the Founder’s cleansing ritual has come!” said the little boy happily.

“Cleansing?” (Y/N)’s eyes narrowed. They were already feeling violent.

“There is something else going on here,” said Sebastian. He had sensed it slightly when they arrived, but now it was here.

“Is something wrong?” asked Ciel.

“Nothing.” His eyes narrowed. “I just perceived the stench of an apple that has fallen to the ground and rotted through.”

Rotten, thought (Y/N). That would explain why there was so much wrong here. An angel was lording over these people.

(Y/N), Sebastian, Ciel, and Grell sat in the back pew of the chapel as the people of the cult filed into the room. Candles lit the dais, the light flickering against the stained-glass windows. Finally, the Founder emerged in white robes, a hood covering his head.

“Tonight,” he declared. “All sinful uncleanness will be purified before.”

Two cult members took the robes off of new converts, leaving them bare before the watchers. Sigils were painting on their backs. Then, a cult member handed two books to the Founder.

Doomsday Books, thought (Y/N). Or Cinematic Records. Or one and the same. “Are those Cinematic Records?” murmured (Y/N).

Grell, who had her arms around (Y/N)’s arm (which (Y/N) was allowing only because Sebastian seemed oddly irritated, so (Y/N) decided he should feel a bit upset too after the nun incident), sighed. “We’re too far away to be sure.”

Sebastian’s eyes narrowed. He was suspicious of the Founder, but he was also irked at Grell being so close to (Y/N). They didn’t like touch, so for them to be allowing Grell to be so close meant something. Sebastian’s hands twitched with the suppressed instinct to push Grell away from (Y/N). A filthy reaper shouldn’t be anywhere near them.

“Let us read from the Doomsday Books of these impure, stray children,” said the Founder. “Jill Peasant, born the second daughter of a farmer, fell pregnant at the age of fifteen. Thomas Atkins. Though he hasn’t committed any noticeable evildoings, he let the years pass meaninglessly, and this is a grave sin.

Jill and Thomas writhed in pain as shadows congregated around them. Darkness poured out from their bodies, and they cried out. (Y/N)’s eyes narrowed. This purification was torturing the humans. Unbidden, (Y/N) felt the pressure of water on their chest, familiar sensations of fighting for breath and ropes digging into skin coming back to them. Suddenly, Grell’s touch, even at the desire for Sebastian to be annoyed, was too much, and (Y/N) sharply pushed her off.

Behind the pulpit, the stained-glass window glowed with golden light. Bits of Jill and Thomas’s lives played before the congregation.

“Get rid of the immoral! Get rid of the useless! Get rid of the impure! Get rid of the unclean!” chanted the Founder.

The picture of Jill and Thomas’s lives shattered to leave just the original window behind, and the pair writhed on the stone floor. The light faded behind them.

“Now there is no impurity,” said the Founder. “We welcome our newly cleansed brethren!”

“Founder! Founder!” The congregation cheered for him as Jill and Thomas were dressed. They followed the Founder and the new converts out of the room to celebrate, leaving the infiltrators alone.

“This is strange,” said Grell. “The books that guy was carrying weren’t Cinematic Records.”

(Y/N)’s nose twitched. So she had known when (Y/N) asked.

“That should mean he has no power to see the past,” said Ciel.

Sebastian eyes narrowed, and his gaze went to (Y/N). He was used to their eyes meeting as they both identified that the angel had something to do with this, but they weren’t looking at him.

“Ah, you are still here!” said a soft voice. Three nuns stood in the doorway. (Luckily for them, none of them were the one Sebastian had slept with, which meant (Y/N) wasn’t contemplating their murder). “Heaven’s grace has been bestowed upon you! You have been chosen for the Heavenly Choir!”

Gross, thought (Y/N). But they knew Sebastian (and they) would keep anything from happening to Ciel.

“Come, follow us. You must be bathed and changed before meeting the Founder,” said a nun, taking Ciel by the arm.

“Yes, you must be prepared,” said another, moving towards (Y/N).

They stepped back and narrowed their eyes. They weren’t going anywhere near the Founder or they’d kill him before there was any information. “I’m fine.”

“Nonsense, you must be cleansed,” said the nun.

“Don’t touch me. I’ll take care of myself,” (Y/N) damn near hissed the words.

“Ah…Very well,” said the nun, handing over a pile of clothes.

(Y/N) took them and stormed into another room in irritation, nose twitching.

(Y/N) tched as they regarded the clothes. No way in hell were they dresses like a cult nun that was brainwashed. They promptly shred the clothes with a neat flick of their wrists.

“(Y/N).”

They turned to face Sebastian. “If you’re going to tell me I should be trying to blend in and go along with what the Founder wants to get information, please try to remember I don’t have to take orders from anyone here. I could leave without any guilt.”

Sebastian picked up a scrap of the clothing and tossed it into a torch, letting it burn to ash. “I was going to say nothing of the sort. I rather agree with destroying this. You have no reason to be subservient to any human’s orders.” He took a step closer to them. “But do be wary. There is a rotten air to this ordeal.”

(Y/N) understood. “The angel here.”

“Yes,” said Sebastian. His eyes were somber. “This is not the first time someone obsessed with cleansing and purity has focused on you and the Young Master. If an angel is involved, there is danger.”

(Y/N) could answer that they were capable. But they could see something in Sebastian’s eyes, so they just nodded. “I know.”

Sebastian assessed their expression, and he felt himself relaxed slightly at their honesty. “Good.” The focus on the unclean had been directed at them and Ciel, and it frustrated Sebastian to not understand why yet, so he felt more protective that usual, both of his contract and the other demon. “We’ll be ready soon to get more information from the Founder.”

“I certainly won’t be getting information your way,” said (Y/N), rolling their eyes and turning away.

Sebastian smirked. So, that was why they had been upset. How fascinating…

“I should hope not. Humans aren’t worthy of any interest such as that,” said Sebastian.

(Y/N) glanced back at him. “What?”

“Humans are of no consequence to a demon,” said Sebastian. “Especially not ones like you or I.”

The nun meant nothing. She was an afterthought.

(Y/N) felt a satisfied grin spread across their face. “No. Humans are of no consequence.”

“Precisely,” said Sebastian. A demon such as you, however… But that was for another time.

“Oh, what happened to the clothes we sent with you?” said a nun in disappointment when they saw (Y/N) still wearing the maid outfit.

(Y/N) smiled darkly. “They didn’t fit.”

“Oh, how unfortunate.” But the nuns took the answer and led (Y/N) and Ciel, who was wearing the outfit, back towards the chapel. Sebastian and Grell were kept behind.

“We have brought them with us, Founder,” said the nuns to the Founder as he gazed down from the dais.

“You may leave now,” said the Founder. The nuns bowed and left. The only one left was an attendant at the back of the dais.

(Y/N)’s eyes narrowed. The Founder was surrounded by the stench of death, rotting bodies. They were ready to fight at a moment’s notice.

“How lovely for you to join us,” said the Founder. “I have long been expecting you, Ciel. And your name is (Y/N) this time, yes?” They just narrowed their eyes. “Come closer. I wish to speak with you.”

(Y/N) and Ciel stepped up onto the dais. “It is a great honor to be chosen by the Founder himself,” said Ciel, actually playing the part.

The Founder extended an arm and placed his hand on Ciel’s shoulder. (Y/N) tensed watchfully. “Let me read from the Book to you,” said the Founder. “Let me read you a book until you fall asleep.” Ciel’s eyes widened, but he didn’t move as the Founder’s hand went to his forehead. “Let us erase it…the sin you have personally given born to. Let us erase it here and now!”

(Y/N) moved before the Founder could. They pulled Ciel behind them as the Founder lunged for the boy. In the same moment, Sebastian crashed through the window with Grell behind them. He had sensed Ciel’s distress. Seeing as Ciel was already safely behind a demon (which was a strange thought, but Sebastian knew (Y/N) would not harm the Earl), Sebastian glanced at his contract for an order.

“Sebastian, this is an order! Kill him!” said Ciel.

“Yes, my Lord.”

Sebastian threw a silver knife, and it sliced through puppet strings and embedded in the Founder’s head. When the attendant moved towards Ciel and (Y/N), Sebastian tossed a knife in their direction as well. The cloak was torn into pieces, and white feathers floated into the air as the attendant jumped out of the robe and into the air.

(Y/N) narrowed their eyes. “Angela.” Just as they and Sebastian had sensed.

The angel smiled as she flew into the air.

“W-Wait a minute!” cried Grell. “What is an angel doing in this world?”

Angela smirked and flew around the group, grabbing Ciel. (Y/N) rounded on them, but Angela opened a book, and strips of film encircled (Y/N).

“Hey! Now that’s a real Cinematic Record!” exclaimed Grell.

Sebastian gritted his teeth angrily as the record was turned on him and strips of film grabbed at his limbs, binding him like (Y/N).

“Grell! Use your Death Scythe!” ordered Sebastian.

“Don’t be so hasty! I’m on it!” said Grell. Her Death Scythes were even smaller than the last time they’d seen each other.

“What are those?” sighed (Y/N). Their hands were bound so they couldn’t use their claws, otherwise they’d slice through these before Grell could explain herself.

“There’s nothing I can do about it!” whined Grell. “My Death Scythe was confiscated by Will the other day!”

Angela smirked. “Then I shall take my leave.” She flew up higher and tugged on the records. (Y/N) was pulled into the air, bound. “Let me bring light to your darkness and cleanse the evil within you.” The window behind her glowed as it opened a portal to another plane of existence, and Angela dragged her captives towards it.

“Young Master!” shouted Sebastian, straining against the records.

Grell finally cut through the scraps of film. “I did it!”

Sebastian lunged towards the portal. “(Y/N)!”

“Sebastian!”

The portal closed and left behind an empty chapel.

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rebelfell · 5 months

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So, here’s the thing. Around this time of year, I can be very (some would say overly) sentimental. And it partly has to do with my nana and the fact that she passed on NYE many years ago.

Because she was the kindest, gentlest, most beloved person I ever knew, and I always wished I could be as effortlessly good as she was making people around her feel loved and special.

This year, being on this site, reading everyone’s words and realizing how much talent there is in this community has been staggering to me. In a million years, I could never express what it has meant to me properly.

And one of the things that brought me joy this year was making covers for some of my favorites. Most I’ve shared already, but I wanted to compile them all together along with some (unhinged) rambling, sorta like a year-end review.

That’ll all be under the cut. But for now, I just want to express my deepest thanks to anyone reading for helping me get through this year.

Because whether you knew it or not, you really and truly did. ❤️

I’m gonna start with my token Hellcheer fics cos they were like my gateway drug 😉

These stories by @majicmarker & @hangon-silvergirl

I love the humor in them, the way they capture Eddie’s voice so completely. Just the straight up FUN I had reading them both made me want to be able to do it again and again. Anytime I write from Eddie’s pov, I feel like I draw inspiration from here cos they just really capture the energy and chaos of his mind that made me fall in love.

I am so narcissistically obsessed with these covers. They are far and away my favorites and sometimes I just look at them like, “omg I made that???” Similarly, the Whatta Man stories I’m equally obsessed with: Steve and Eddie as flirty coworkers in a bar? Overlapping stories?? 90s REFERENCES OUT THE ASS??? Sign me the fuck upppp. Eddie’s night was my gateway into the world of @loveshotzz's writing and what a wonderful world it is 🥰 Speaking of….

I had originally wanted these two to be like coordinating covers because the stories were connected, but the simply put immaculate vibes of both are so different, I wanted to reflect that.

The hold these two old men have on me is just embarrassing. I read every update with my feet kicked up behind me like a little fucking school girl watching Steve fall in love with his tough girl and falling in love with him right back. And I’m so endlessly enamored with OCS Eddie. I poured over every part of their story, drinking in every detail @carolmunson put into it like it sustained me because it did. So desperately in love with everything Carol writes, but my god there is something about him that just breaks me.

Welcome now to the wealthy Steve portion of our program. These are the stories I wish were movies I could watch over and over and over. They are so cinematic in the way they are written and the way the characters interact. I mean, The drama! The tension! The fcking cliffhangers! @katyswrites had me SAT for the entirety of her whirlwind summer romance and I still find myself wishing I was on Ischia island in a private villa with Steve…

And We’ll Call It Love….it’s so, so good. It is my dream come true for a rom com, it’s got so much humor and heart and lightness and sadness and I literally care about EVERY character’s happiness, like how do you even do that, @superblysubpar?? Is it witchcraft? You can tell me if it’s witchcraft.

The “Yes” Policy is everything to me. It is written so gorgeously and it’s such a complete and fully realized world. The amount of care and time and effort that’s put into every. single. word. is just so apparent and so incredible it makes me weak. @pinkrelish knows these characters down to their bones and shows them to be so hopelessly in love I can’t even articulate how lovely a story it is.

Last two! And oddly appropriate these lined up together because they’re respectively the oldest and the newest stories I’ve fallen in love with.

@blueywrites’s TKYM was the first ever Eddie fic I ever read. An AO3 link to it came across my dash with someone saying “if you haven’t read this yet you are missing out” or something along those lines…and damn if they weren’t right. I’d never read an x reader fic before. I had yet to watch Stranger Things. I knew Eddie as a meme only. I was so wholly transfixed by the writing and the way Eddie was characterized — I devoured this story like my life depended on it. I go back to it and back to it and back to it. I see myself in it, I see the person I want to be in it. It makes me feel every feeling I can possibly feel all at once. It is simply…awe inspiring. It brought me here.

And @sweetsweetjellybean’s Torn is…idek know how to describe it? I have been down bad for that Eddie since the first “Hey, doll.” He’s got me in a goddamn chokehold. The pure excitement I feel every time an update posts is so overwhelming and the writing is so good it takes my breath away. The way the story moves and the depth of the world surrounding it makes it feel so real in a way that I forget it’s fiction? It’s such a beautiful story for Eddie and it’s so enthralling I really cannot wait to see where it goes.

Aaaaaand that’s it! If you’ve stuck around this far — thank you for doing so ☺️

I hope everyone has a wonderful year. Please know that you deserve only good things and you are loved deeply even when it doesn’t feel/seem like it. You have everything you need to make your life into the one you want and nothing can stop you from doing so, not even yourself.

Love you, mean it. ⛄️✨💕

#you know those update newsletters some families send out as christmas cards?#that's the vibe here #fic rec style #canva

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I've decided that I would like to understand what my mutuals see in the old man music cinematic universe. I have loved and supported their derangement from afar in my life and would like to dip my toes in, so to speak. so I come to you humble now and ask: where can I get information about the beatles that will make me think about old British boy band members exploring eachothers bodies? if it helps, I dont mind their more well known music, but I've never really dug into it properly.

Oh man. You've no idea how tough this is to answer lol. My derangement regarding the Beatles has been built up over 6 years now and I hardly remember how it even began.

I suppose that yes, if you're new, you should begin with listening to all their music because it's genuinely very good stuff. Their filmography is also good. If you haven't seen any of their films yet, it's a great place to start because the Beatles' looks, personalities, and sense of humour are just as important to understanding their appeal as their music is (in order: A Hard Day's Night (1964), Help! (1965), Magical Mystery Tour (1967), Yellow Submarine (1968), and Let It Be (1970) - most of these should be free to watch on Dailymotion).

If you're very serious about the Beatles and into the history on an actual academic level, this is a pretty good list of free resources to browse through.

My personal introduction into becoming an actual gay Beatles truther was a series of fan-made documentaries on YouTube called Understanding Lennon-McCartney. It's been a very long time since I've seen them, but I remember them blowing my mind and making me believe in the concept of soulmates. As fun as it is to make jokes about the Beatles exploring each other's bodies, there's something genuinely profound and beautiful about Lennon and McCartney's relationship that shouldn't be overlooked. Chris Evans said it best:

The Understanding Lennon-McCartney documentaries series is also just the most comprehensive overview of McLennon that I know of, even if it's semi-outdated now. I watched them in 2019 and even in just the last 5 years, a lot of new McLennon info has come out. We are truly living in the golden age of Beatles RPF.

One of the biggest recent developments was Peter Jackson's 2021 Get Back series. They're basically a revamped version of Let It Be (1970) and also required viewing at some point. I know a lot of Beatles fans who were introduced to the band via Get Back so I suppose it's not a bad place to start if you're so inclined, though since they chronicle some of the last days of the band, I think they can be best appreciated if you're already at least somewhat familiar with the boys.

After watching all of that, I think you'll have a pretty decent foundation of what people on Tumblr are talking about. Then oddly enough, I'd consider Tumblr the best resource for info. There's more in-depth Beatles talk on here than any other website as far as I know and, in my experience, I learned a lot just by freely exploring various tags and blogs.

There's also the Beatles biopic cinematic universe which is worth dipping your toes into if you like RPF and want an entertaining way to learn the gist of the band's history. There's a lot of low budget biopics out there about those boys. Even I haven't seen them all yet so I wouldn't say watching them is an absolute must, though there's three iconic "gay john lennon biopics" that are entertaining bc of how genuinely gay they are: The Hours and Times 1991 (about John's relationship to Brian Epstein), Backbeat 1994 (about John's relationship to Stuart Sutcliffe), and Two of Us 2000 (about John's relationship to Paul McCartney; the most iconic and revered of all Beatles biopics).

I don't really know what other reccs to give. If anybody wants to chime in with other suggestions, go forth! There's just so much Beatles lore and it's easy to become overwhelmed by it all so definitely take your time lol. And if you ever have any specific questions about the Beatles, I'd be very happy to answer them!

Happy RPFing!

#i've actually been toying with the idea of making a complete lennon-mccartney manifesto so all the knowledge i've collected over the years #would be good for something but such a project would take so much work and i'd prob need others to help with it lol #the beatles #ask

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