#mike white i'll forever love you for that
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MCYT ; songs that they associate with you
includes tommyinnit, tubbo, freddie badlinu, ranboo, quackity
warnings ; horrible music taste. Did a few for each of them lmaooo. also let's act like dmca doesn't exist on twitch or whatever. if schlatt can play Fleetwood Mac on stream then who cares yk
masterlist
BADLINU
Kiss From A Rose ; Seal
You guys watched Batman Forever together and this song came on during credits. Life changing experience.
You had the DVD version with the music video bonus, that was being replayed for like twenty minutes
He has it on almost every playlist he has
He seems like the type of person to make a private, bad quality edit/music video of you two to it
Goosebumps ; Sorana
Dude this song perfectly reflected how he felt before you guys got together 🙏🙏
Plays this on stream when you're streaming with him for background noise.
Before you get together, he still plays it, just makes sure to not let you know that he feels that exact way about you.
Little inside joke between you two, it's kinda your song in a way
Editors love editing you guys to this song omg. They're always cute as hell too
TOMMYINNIT
FaceTime with my Mom (Tonight) ; Bo Burnham
You guys karaoke-d the shit out of this song on stream with Jack and Freddie.
It became a core memory for him. You were only friends at the time but it kinda made him realize that he wanted to be more than just your friend.
He actually FaceTimed his mom afterwards and she said hello to chat and everything
Little funny moment that he loves to think about
Someday (Remastered) ; Sugar Ray
He found this song on your older music playlist
He plays it a lot and thinks about you
Like daydreams that you're on a warm beach with all your friends and stuff
The song has like a warm, summery vibe to it so all summer he makes sure this comes up on your queue when streaming or in the car or whatever.
You guys probably dance around the living room to this song idk
TUBBO
Where The Lines Overlap ; Paramore
"No one is as lucky as us" REAL.
He cherishes you in his own special way yk?
He thinks he's so lucky to have you when you're surprised you could even pull someone, let alone him
Before you guys started dating, he saw an edit of you two to this song and he religiously watched it LMAO
You're both Paramore fans so this worked out perfectly.
Orange Show Speedway ; Lizzy McAlpine
the guitar sounds exactly how you feel to him if that makes sense
the happy nostalgia/dopamine rush kind of feel makes him all smiley and makes him think of you
he literally fell in love at a car speedway show that you two went to together for a little "first date" vlog so 🙏🙏🙏
it's just perfect idk man
RANBOO
Already Over ; Mike Shinoda
this song reminds me a lot of genloss so yk I had to include it here
but yeah, genloss vibes
reminds them a lot of yours and his genloss characters and their relationships and whatnot
when on set for s2 they listen to this on repeat bc your dynamic is so cool
although the viewers r desperately trying to kill you bc you're kind of at fault for genloss! rans trauma/predicament
they'll figure out that's not totally true tho
White Noise ; James Marriott
"I'd quite like to go home now" mother fucker you are his home :(
you're the "What's the point of having a friend when you're on your own in the end" outlook and they're the "I'll make an attempt knowing that I'll fuck it up" in a /pos outlook
you two go perfectly together
like two puzzle pieces, straight the fuck up
the cutest of dynamics
QUACKITY
Le Jardin ; La Femme
you guys watched Fresh together (10/10 btw)
this song came on halfway through and you soundsearched it and quickly dove into the la femme rabbit hole
he thought it was adorable cause you kind of understood the music but he understood completely
honestly got you into learning Spanish more
he literally only sees you listening to la femme to the point where he's a little concerned
you're just addicted to the paradigmes album you're fine
but he does play this on stream a lot just for you
editors go crazy after figuring out its always being played for you omg
Don't Want It ; Lil Nas X
holy shit this song goes hard
anyways yall always play this to get hyped up
he found an edit of you guys to this song and he thinks about it 24/7
literally the "people in my life should know I am not the old me" and the "wanted happiness, wanted forgiveness" duo
I can't explain it it's just vibes
#lowkeyrobin#badlinu x reader#ranboo x reader#quackity x reader#tommyinnit x reader#tubbo x reader#mcyt oneshot#mcyt preferences#mcyt x reader
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Gift Giving Bumblebee x Reader
Dec 6
Look at that cute face
Fyi, I make sure to always use real lyrics for Bumblebee xD List at the end as proof.
Spotify is my best friend when writing Bumblebee.
As much as I love him, writing the bay version is tough. Always searching for lyrics that fit.
It's a little rushed, but better late than never right?
It's pure fluff
🎶Give it to me baby-Boots with the fur-tonight🎶1
“You want my boots?”
The yellow scout nods, pointing at your shoes.
“I mean sure, but why?”
🎶It's a wonderful surprise🎶2
“But that's no American tradition though.”
🎶Cuz I don't care🎶3
“So you wanna gift me something through St. Nicholas Day?”
🎶I love you, always forever🎶4
“Love you too, Bee. I'll give you my boots later, alright?”
He buzzes excitedly.
“Ey Bee, I need you on patrol with me.”, Jazz talks over the comm link.
Bumblebee’s antannae fold back and he whirrs a little annoyed.
You pat his cheek, smiling.
“I know, we rarely see each other, but this is important. I'll be here for a while.”
Another sad buzz echoes from his vocalizer, before he transforms and drives away.
Later in the evening you receive a message from Bee, asking you to put your boots outside your door.
“Okay, that's actually cute.”, you chuckle while walking outside.
Hearing someone round the corner you quickly walk back inside, leaving your shoes where Bee asked you to put them.
He has been busy lately with training under the new agreements between earth's government.
Daily exercises for the soldiers where they have to learn how to fight Deceptions.
And when he wasn't busy with that, he had to go on routine patrols.
When you wake up the next day, the first thing you do is checking outside to find your boots filled with Christmas chocolate and a note saying ‘I love you my honeybee’
Quick on your way back inside with the shoes in your hand, you put them down onto a chair, admiring what has been put in them.
“Oh, he even bought new headphones.”, you say, holding the packaging.
Taking your phone out of your pant's pocket, you dial the access code for his comm link, holding the device to your ear, waiting for him to respond.
“Bee, that's very cute, but you didn't have to do that..”, you say as he picks up with an excited buzz.
🎶I'm hopelessly devoted to you🎶5
“Where you at right now?”
🎶By the hangar🎶6
“Alright, wait for me there.”
A few minutes later, you walk into the wide open hangar where that yellow Bot you have grown to love stands waiting.
🎶Hello🎶7
“Hey there, Bee.”, you say smiling.
🎶How was it for you-Christmas present🎶8
“It was so sweet, thank you Bee.”, you say while walking up to him.
The scout crouches down to be more on your level and whirrs happily.
🎶Because I'm happy🎶9
You smile as you stand before him.
“So, gift giving?”
The scout buzzes confused.
“It's your love language.”
His optics widen, antannae standing up now as you said that.
“Don't worry, I love you too Bee. I figured something was up.”
Hugging him, as much as the size difference allowed, you couldn't stop smiling.
🎶You can be my safety zone-Nothing can come between You and I🎶10
You chuckle as you look at him, a hand on his cheek.
🎶You ready?🎶11
“Let's see how the others will react…”
Bee chuckles.
Here's the proof guys:
1 Pretty fly for a white guy-The Offspring
Low-Flo Rida
don't stop me now-Queen (obv)
2 Friday I'm in love-The Cure
3 I don't care- Ed Sheeran&Justin Bieber
4 I love you always forever- Donna Lewis
5 Hopelessly devoted to you- Olivia Newton John
6 Hangar- 8485
7 Hello-Adele
8 How was it for you-James, Christmas present- Doris Day
9 Happy- Pharrell Williams
10 The Ocean-Mike Perry & Shy Martin You and I- One Direction
11 Price Tag- Jessie J & B.o.B
#transformers x reader#bumblebee x reader#bumblebee transformers#christmas writing challenge#christmas#advent calendar#shenanigans
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You bring my life color -mike schmidt
As Mike and I were setting up the Christmas tree with Abby, I couldn't help but notice the warmth and joy radiating from our little family. Seeing the two of them laugh and bond filled my heart with happiness. Mike's snarky comments and sarcastic sense of humor were momentarily replaced with a genuine smile, revealing his vulnerable and loving side.
Later that night, as we sat by the twinkling lights of the tree, Mike's demeanor shifted. There was a nervous energy surrounding him, and I couldn't help but wonder what was going through his mind. Suddenly, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small velvet box. My heart skipped a beat as he held it out to me.
Mike gets down on one knee and looks up at you with love in his eyes yn I know sometimes I'm kinda hard to deal with you can say that again abby says as she laughs Mike gives abby a look and rolls his eyes I was so used to my world being black and white and when you came into our lives everything changed you showed me how to love and let people in and you've helped me grow so much yn I love you so damn much that when we are apart I feel empty so what I'm saying is yn will you marry me? He says as he holds his breath
You look at him with tears in your eyes
" yes yes a million times yes" you say as you kiss him he kissing you back in return he slides the ring on your finger I know it's not the biggest ring but I'll save up to get you a better one mike says
No no it's perfect baby I love it because it came from you I don't want another ring I love it but I love you more good answer he says as he chuckles and kisses your lips once again
About time abby says as she falls on the couch you take forever mike I've been waiting months for you to ask her and now you did she said smiling we get to be a real family she says
We always have been I say as I look at abby and mike and we share a group hug as mike kisses the top of your head
#mike schmidt imagine#mike schmidt x you#mike schmidt x reader#josh hutcherson#five nights at freddy's#mikeschmidtsfluff
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Byler Fic Recs
I haven't posted some fic recs in a while so I thought I would!
Here are some ones I love:
In Undertow (M) by olliecoddle (@souverian-are-we): This is my favorite thing I'm reading right now. It's. Just. So. Good.
The Wheeler’s lakehouse was a two-story wooden building with white siding and blue shutters on each of the little windows. It sat on the edge of a large blue-green lake, a long backyard full of tall tufted grass that ended in a wooden dock extending out over the water. Will had been to the Wheeler’s lakehouse twice as a child, once when he was eight and again when he was sixteen. Now, he was twenty-nine and pulling up to the long driveway of the house in his beaten-up Ford Escort, his stomach in nervous knots that he was trying to calm with a half-full can of ginger ale.
or, four months after one byers/wheeler couple breaks up, another gets married. and, of course, will and mike are both the best men. and, of course, there is a plot to get them back together. nothing goes to plan.
one soft infested summer (M) by wheelersboy (@lucasvenkman)" The Stoned Byler to ever be stoned. And it's sexy and emotional and just delicious summer vibes. And I'll forever be thankful for the Director's Cut. 😉
The Party spend their last summer before college together at Summerfest in Milwaukee. Oh yeah, and they're stoners.
My Teeth In Your Neck (T) by @foodiewithdahoodie: Boarding school, sexual tension, and fencing. It's dope.
Mike and Will used to be friends. Best friends! But after one fight they couldn't come back from during the summer, they haven't spoken to each other since. The only time they cross paths is on the piste, with epee swords brandished, as fencing rivals for their opposing boarding schools - Hawkins High vs Lenora Hills Prep. This year is no different, except it kind of is. Something pulls them together and this time they can't escape it. Because there's no Mike without Will and there's no Will without Mike. Simple as that.
the strawberries are dying (T) by @eggowls Rated T: the world needs more historical au Byler fics, and this one is perfect. Beautifully written and an interesting premise. I have to catch up on this one.
At the height of the stock market crash, the Wheelers are the richest family in Roane County and in need of domestic servants to fulfill their estate's needs. In a bout of desperation, they end up hiring the Byers family, much to everyone’s (except Nancy’s, who has a crush on Jonathan) chagrin.
However, in the midst of it all, two outcasted young boys from completely different lives find a light in each other. And—slowly—their lives begin to intertwine to the point of no return.
need, lie, mean, cry (T) by @willow-lark: a good shorty fic with lots of angst!
Nobody needs Mike Wheeler. He probably wouldn't be so mad about it if Will hadn't lied and made him think otherwise.
Let's Go Crazy Together (but not like this) (M) by Julia_Skysong: Byler hate each other and end up sharing a room at rehab. It's awkward. I'm only halfway through, but I'm loving it.
Anger, fear, trauma, grief. One turned to alcohol. One turned to drugs. Now, somehow, they've ended up sharing a room at the same mental hospital. Will and Mike are stuck, forced to work through their issues together, for better or for worse.
things i can't say (T) by @chiquitablanquita. Switched notebook trope, my beloved. I really liked the writing here.
Will’s sketches contain a confession: he’s in love with his best friend.
Unfortunately, his best friend’s journal looks a lot like his sketchbook.
If You Stay (M) by Flurryofstarz. A The Proposal AU, Byler edition. It's fucking cute. Impatiently awaiting an update.
Faced with the threat of deportation, career-oriented Mike Wheeler says he's engaged to his hapless assistant, Will Byers. Will commits to the lie while imposing a few conditions of his own. With a skeptical immigration official waiting for them to slip up, the two must work together to fool their friends and families into believing that their once-strained relationship has since evolved into true love.
But what happens when they start to believe the lie too?
Or, the fic inspired by the enemies-to-lovers rom-com, The Proposal (2009).
he could be a bee to a blossom (E) by anonymous: I loooveed the writing. Truly a Tragedy that it's anonymous.
Mike reached down and grabbed something. He was seated on the edge of the bed, curled towards him with his knee resting near Will’s pillow. He had a carton of freshly washed and cut fruit in his hand. “I already went to the grocery store and got, like, a million things. We could probably shelter in place here for a month and a half.”
Mike said it in a way that was not remotely sexy, but it still made something in Will’s stomach heat. He almost felt like purring, kneading his hands into the mattress with satisfaction. [My alpha got that for me. My alpha is making sure I’m healthy and hydrated. My alpha is taking such good care of me.]
A record scratch went off in Will’s head. Christ alive, Mike was NOT his alpha.
(A/B/O AU… And they were roommates!)
Be mine through the Hawkinspocalypse (and I'll be yours forever) (E) by TikaWayward: I love this whole series. It's unique and sexy and well written.
Mike was long. Long frame extended in a stretch. Long limbs shaking from exhaustion. Long fingers clenched around ripped sheets. Long hair damp with sweat, sticking to his long pale nape and freckled shoulders. Even his back seemed long as he tensed. Will had to commit this view to memory, engrave it in his mind forever. Even if it was the only time they ever shared such intimacy, even if Mike had only asked him for help because he was there, familiar, convenient, and they needed his heat to stop as soon as possible. There are goddamned monsters out there Will, I can’t be in heat right now, I can’t! He needed to revere this moment.
Mike truly was the most beautiful creature Will had laid his eyes on.
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Or Mike presents as an omega in the middle of his patrol with Will in a monster infested forest.
The Best Ever Death Metal Band Out of Hawkins (M) by olliecoddle (@souverian-are-we): uhmmmmm, I'm obsessed with this. Rock star angsty Byler.
Will had the same pre-show ritual before every gig he ever performed. About twenty minutes before he had to go on stage, he would lock himself in any confined space he could find. In a bathroom stall, his dressing room, the maintenance closet, he would turn off the lights and hide for a few minutes. Today, though, it was five minutes before he had to go on stage, the clock ticking down, and he had spent the last half hour wandering around the venue looking for Mike Wheeler.
Will needed to talk to him.
or, the party has a band. will and mike make out on stage. for the bit, of course. it causes problems.
I’m a Wreck (Without You Here) (M) by @talkingtothelights. I'm only on the first chapter but it's so heartbreaking and emotional. Good shit.
Mike has been living 2,200 miles away from his family and hometown for the past fourteen years. He rarely visits, but when he receives heartbreaking news, he’s forced to return home for a funeral. It’s in this unfortunate chapter of life that Mike must come to terms with the consequences of abruptly running away from home and perhaps reconnect with the one person he’s tried his damnedest to forget about.
not strong enough to be your man (T) by @perexcri. The prose is fucking beautiful. I really enjoyed this one.
He swallows down a flurry of all the things he wants to say – every moment and untold truth and aching thought that’s bruised his mind for years – but it comes out so plain, so stark and oddly-jagged in the silence following the lighting, taking up space where thunder should be:
“I meant it, Will. You’re not an inconvenience.”
Will shakes his head and turns.
Mike wants to feel like he's meaningful, like he's an active part of his own life - worthwhile.
It's a good thing Will needs him now more than ever.
Right?
Make Believe (E) by FlurryofStarz. One of all time favorites. Amazing slow burn and super interesting a/b/o dynamics. Mike centric. I cannot wait until the plot point I think is going to happen is revealed. 👀
There's absolutely no way to know what a person will present as ahead of time, but Mike's never been more certain about something in his life. Will Byers is going to be an Omega--a male Omega--and the second that happens, he'll lose everything. Some knothead Alpha like Troy or James will claim him as their own and no one will be able to stop them. Luckily, the Party has a plan. It might be complicated and unconventional. It might not even be legal, but it's something and that's all Will really needs. Something. And Mike's more than willing to try it if it means saving Will.
But what if Will isn't the one who needs saving?
*** if you’re listed here and want to be tagged let ms know!
#byler#byler fanfic rec#fic recs#will byers#mike wheeler#stranger things#if youre in the mood for some good shit.
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something something about Mike leaving Hawkins and Will having an internal conflict on whether he should stay or go
(I uses colors to show which lyrics relate to eachother, except for like, at the end the colors kind of mix up, I ran out of colours, anyway you'll figure it out)
Smalltown Boy: (associated with Mike)
run away, turn away
alone on a platform, the wind and the rain on a sad and lonely face
mother will never understand why you had to leave
but the answers you seek will never be found at home
the love that you need will never be found at home
pushed around and kicked around, always a lonely boy (we know that Mike is bullied, and it's hinted that Mike is depressed and lonely, most of the time in his basement)
but you never cried to them, just to your soul
cry boy, cry
Should I Stay or Should I Go: (associated with Will)
darling, you got to let me know
should I stay or should I go? (notice how Mike's song is about leaving, whilst Will's is a question, "should I leave too?")
if you say that you are mine
I'll be here 'till the end of time (when Labyrinth gate and 20 gate meet @connect-dots7 )
It's always tease, tease, tease (MHMMMMM)
you're happy when I'm on my knees
this indecision's bugging me (esta indecisión me molesta)
if you don't want me, set me free (si no me quieres, librarme)
Always Something There To Remind Me: (associated with Mike)
I was born to love you, and I will never be free (there's too much for this to just be a coincidence guys)
California Dreamin': (associated with Mike and Will)
I'd be safe and warm (I'd be safe and warm)
if I was in L.A. (if I was in L.A.)
stopped into a church
I passed along the way
well, I got down on my knees (got down on my knees) (I'M GIGGLING RN BECAUSE THEY SO OBVIOUSLY DID THIS ON PURPOSE)
and I pretend to pray (I pretend to pray) (Mike always weirdly being associated with religion mhmmm)
you know the preacher likes the cold (preacher like the cold) (woah there now)
he knows I'm gonna stay (knows I'm gonna stay) (OH MY GOD)
Heroes: (associated with Mike and Will)
'cause we're lovers, and that is a fact (lovers lake lovers lake lovers lake lovers lake)
yes we 're lovers, and that is that
we could steal time just for one day (STEAL TIME??? 20 GATE/LABYRINTH GATE - MIKE WHEELER YOU ARE NEVER GONNA BEAT THE TIME ALLEGATIONS)
I, I wish you could swim (lovers lake lovers lake lovers lake lovers lake)
like the dolphins, like dolphins can swim
I, I can remember (I remember)
standing, by the wall (by the wall)
and the guns, shot above our heads (over our heads) (the guns = electricity I don't make the rules, Alexa play "Are 'Friends' Electric?" from Mike Wheeler's Basement Beats)
and we kissed, as though nothing could fall (nothing could fall)
and the shame, was on the other side (the upside down and the real world is mentioned as "the other side" in the show all the time, maybe they kiss in the upside down with everyone else on the other side, therefore the shame would be on the other side? idk)
maybe we're lying, then you better not stay (LITERALLY SCREAMING)
When It's Cold I'd Like To Die:
where were you when I was lonesome? (THIS IS SO MIKE GUYS, "always a lonely boy")
locked away with freezing cold (HELLO)
I don't wanna swim the ocean (lovers lake lovers lake lovers- okay I'll stop)
I don't wanna fight the tide
I don't wanna swim forever
when it's cold I'd like to die
I don't wanna swim forever
I don't wanna fight the tide
I don't wanna swim the ocean
when it's cold I'd like to die
Are 'Friends' Electric? : (associated with Mike)
It's cold outside (I'm tired guys there's actually too much, I think I might stop here because literally every song connects I swear)
so now I'm alone (Mike, how lonely are you? No, seriously, is he okay? {He isn't} Even in "Tarzan Boy" it says "on my own like Tarzan boy" something isn't right here)
now I can think for myself
and things that I just don't understand
like a white lie that night (a white lie that night? maybe it's referring to the monologue when he says "I love you", I don't think so, that's a very big lie lol. I think this is referring to the "El commissioned the painting" from Will. Mike definitely knows that something is up, especially with his facial expressions in that scene, I've already made a post about this)
or a sly touch at times
I don't think it meant anything to you
so I open the door (there is too much references to "opening doors" with Mike, I'm not even joking, if I talk about it now this post will be too long)
It's the 'friend' that I'd left in the hallway
so I found out your reason for the phone calls and smiles
and it hurts and I'm lonely (MIKE???)
and I should never have tried
and I missed you tonight
So it's time to leave (smalltown boy theory is bound to happen guys what)
You see it meant everything to me
Open the Door:
come on with a gun
come on with a heart attack (YOU'RE THE HEART)
come on suicide
yeah, just like you a trap
save a blue face for me (let me remind you, "alone on a platform, the wind and the rain on a sad and lonely face")
turn around and take it off
save a new place for me
yeah, just where the flowers drop (we literally see a hill full of flowers in the last episode where Mike probably handpicked his flowers and the flowers literally drop representing milevens drop)
love that was new to you
you open up the door
I fall in love with these
I crawl out on the floor (CRAWL???? CRAWLLLLL????? WHAT DOES THIS MEAN GUYS WHAT DOES THIS MEAN HELLO SOMEONE HELP ME PLEASE I'M GONNA SOB)
here's all the colors together so you can see the similarities better:
Staying/Going:
run away, turn away (smalltown boy)
Should I stay or should I go? (Should I Stay or Should I Go?)
He knows I'm gonna stay (California Dreamin')
Maybe we're lying, then you better not stay (Heroes)
So it's time to leave (Are 'Friends' Electric?)
(Bonus) You won't miss home (Tarzan Boy)
Lyrics about being alone/being bullied:
alone on a platform, the wind and the rain on a sad and lonely face (Smalltown Boy)
pushed around and kicked around, always a lonely boy (Smalltown Boy)
It's always tease, tease, tease (Should I Stay or Should I Go?)
where were you when I was lonesome? (When It's Cold I'd Like To Die)
so now I'm alone (Are 'Friends' Electric?)
(Bonus) On my own, like Tarzan boy (Tarzan Boy)
and it hurts and I'm lonely (Are 'Friends' Electric?)
Save a blue face for me (Open the Door)
Lyrics referring to time:
I'll be here 'till the end of time (Should I Stay or Should I Go?)
we could steal time just for one day (Heroes)
I don't wanna swim forever (When It's Cold I'd Like To Die)
(Bonus) Just a little more time is all we're asking for (Never Surrender)
Knees (??) (more religious imagry?? idk)
you're happy when I'm on my knees (Should I Stay or Should I Go?)
well, I got down on my knees (California Dreamin')
Freedom:
if you don't want me, set me free (Should I Stay or Should I Go?)
I was born to love you, and I will never be free (Always Something There To Remind Me)
Cold/Water:
I'd be safe and warm (California Dreamin')
you know the preacher likes the cold (California Dreamin')
I, I wish you could swim (Heroes)
like the dolphins, like dolphins can swim (Heroes)
locked away with freezing cold (When It's Cold I'd Like To Die)
I don't wanna swim the ocean (When It's Cold I'd Like To Die)
I don't wanna fight the tide (When It's Cold I'd Like To Die)
When It's Cold I'd Like To Die (When It's Cold I'd Like To Die)
It's cold outside (Are 'Friends' Electric)
(Bonus) And when the night is cold and dark (Never Surrender)
Opening doors (only two songs that I can think of, but a lot of imagry with Mike and doors in the actual series):
so I open the door (Are 'Friends' Electric)
you open up the door (Open the Door)
(interesting, because "Open the Door" plays during a scene that is about Will and his future romantic arc - "I'm not gonna fall in love." The song associated with Will says "YOU open up the door" and the song associated with Mike says "I open the door)
#music analysis 🎶#byler#byler analysis#byler theory#stranger things analysis#stranger things#mike wheeler#will byers#byler is real#byler is canon#byler is endgame#byler nation#mike wheeler is gay#smalltown boy conspiracy
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"Max asked me to give you this." Lucas says, handing Mike an envelope.
"What is this?"
"It looks like a letter." Lucas looks at him as if Mike had asked the dumbest question in the world, which he did.
"I know it’s a letter, but why for me? She hates me." Mike says, exasperated.
"Max doesn’t hate you." Lucas frowns. "She just-" He gestures vaguely, not sure what to say. "Just read it, okay?"
Mike nods and puts the letter in his pocket. Hours later, when he is finally alone in his room, he takes the letter and opens it, confused and curious.
He and Max aren't exactly friends, and he's pretty sure Max hates him, and she wouldn't be wrong on doing so, because Mike was a complete asshole when they first met. It is not a very long letter, for after all, as he suspected, there was not much to say.
However, the end took him by surprise. Well, not really, because he knows Max cares about El as much as he does, but Mike never thought he would read those words.
Please take care of El, and for everything most sacred, make her happy or I swear to god I'll come back and haunt your ass forever.
Mike sits on the bed, staring at the letter for a while as his and Max's interactions play in his head. This feels like a goodbye.
Mike stands up quickly, slipping on his sneakers haphazardly and stuffs the letter in his pocket as he takes the steps two at a time.
He needs to talk to Max, even if she doesn't hear him. She can't die and leave Eleven. That will destroy her.
"Mike, where are you going?" Nancy calls out as she sees him pass by like a hurricane.
"Hospital." He shouts over his shoulder as he opens the front door.
"Mike, wait." Nancy is behind him now, panting. "Is everything ok? Did something happen to Max?"
"No." He shakes his head. "I just need to talk to her."
"Mike-"
"I know she's in a coma and probably won't listen, but I need to."
"What happened, Mike?" Nancy holds his arm gently. "Talk to me. We promised not to have any more secrets, remember?"
Mike stares at her, considering whether to tell her about the letter, but Nancy is right. They promised to be honest with each other when this all started.
"Max wrote a letter." He sighs and takes the letter from his pocket, handing it to Nancy.
He watches her as she reads the letter, and breathes a sigh of relief when Nancy just takes the car keys and indicates for him to get in on the passenger side.
Mike is relieved to arrive at the hospital and see that by some miracle, there is no one in Max's room. He closes the door behind him and goes to the bed.
"I don't know if you can hear me, but don't you dare die, do you hear me? El's been through too much to have to go through this. She didn’t bring you back just to see you die again." Mike is gripping the iron bar at the side of the bed so hard his knuckles are white. "I know I was a jerk to you when we first met, and I'm sorry, Max. I know I was shit later too, and there's no excuse for the way I treated you, but El loves you and she can't lose you, okay? She needs you here as much as I need Will. I don’t know what will happen to her if you never wake up again, so just- find your way back, okay?"
#mike wheeler#max mayfield#nancy wheeler#platonic madwheeler#mike stranger things#max stranger things#nancy stranger things#subtle mention of byler#implicit elmax#mike knows#stranger things#sorry I was in the mood for some light angst#mike finally apologizes to max#those letters max wrote are my roman empire
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QSMP RECAP : DAY 187 (9/25)
[just wanted to put a quick notice here! i know i'm doing these little recaps, but i don't generally catch everyone and every stream. and i don't pretend to! which is why if there's ever something i missed/explained incorrectly (or if you just want to go even further in depth about whatever pov you watched) please feel free to explain more in the rbs and/or tags!!! i always love reading the stuff because at the end of the day i'm invested in everyone's lore, but there's only so much i can catch. :') i'll always reblog it with the same #qsmp recap tag as usual!! <3]
[twt] TAZERCRAFT teased a photo with Cucurucho, a Faceless Worker, and ice
FIT found black concrete, goggles, TNT, and a white sign in his secret bedroom ("I'm trying to reach you Fit Did you receive this message?")
PHIL'S house has black concrete leading into the storage room
TUBBO and PAC (and FIT) tried to go to the nether
TUBBO went to the nether.
TUBBO got kicked from the nether.
TUBBO got “sanctioned” (the admins set him to adventure mode and gave him infinite blindness. this lasted for about 10 minutes ish.[?])
MIKE logged in. (PAC got kicked with a “:)” but i think it was just the admins notifying him to switch channels.)
PAC found a warp plate in chume labs, and he, fit, and tubbo went through—it led to the top of the tower mike disappeared in
PAC, TUBBO, and FIT found black concrete and two books (one with nearby coordinates)
MIKE was found
FIT was having headaches/memory flashes all day
MIKE was acting weird—he kept threatening fit and trying to seed distrust between pac and fit specifically (later, trying to pit multiple people against fit)
MIKE attacked fit
MIKE attacked bbh
PAC caught mike up on the eggs’ disappearance
PAC and MIKE were given a federation task: build a racetrack
MIKE threatened ramon
PHIL told fit about his “dreams”
MIKE smelled the universe (yes this update was vital. leave me alone.)
MIKE threatened multiple eggs multiple times to multiple people (this line hurt me to write)
PHIL found black concrete, a skull, a flute, a yellow sign (“Did I fail to protect my loved ones again? Dad, forgive me…”), and a pink sign (“Papa, I’m so scared…I miss u there’s something Evil here”) in his storage room
FOREVER continued to annoy/antagonize (/lh) bbh with music asking for him to return his gun <3 (bbh does not have forever’s gun [baghera does]. forever knows this. he tortures bbh anyway. <3)
#as always feel free to add in the tags/rbs!!#qsmp#qsmp recap#qsmp mike#qsmp pac#qsmp tazercraft#qsmp tubbo#qsmp fit#qsmp fitmc#qsmp philza#qsmp forever#qsmp bbh#qsmp badboyhalo
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Top 7 reads of 2023
I was challenged by @mostlyinthemorning to make a list of my top seven reads. It was a complicated task, so I started with 20 that really stuck with me and narrowed it down to seven.
Not in any order, but I exclusively read gay romance so all these books have that in common.
The District Line- CF White
Mike and Jay come from different worlds but are both striving for more. They both have big dreams and the struggle to make their relationship work is big, all-encompassing and takes 4 books to get a HEA. An investment in time, but well worth it. I loved my time living in London and understanding the class issues really made this poignant.
Until You- Briar Prescott
This is a seemingly simple love story with some pretty damaged MC's but the twist made me gasp out loud. It stays with me.
The Art of Husbandry: Jay Hogan
I'm a very big fan of Jay Hogan, I demolished many of their books this year. This is a sweeping sprawling story, and the beauty in the words made me swoon. Honestly. So good. I might have to do a reread thinking about it now.
Building Forever- Kelly Jensen
I don't know how some books manage to take a seemingly simple story and just elevate it, but this is another that does. Actually, I lie. I do know. When you have to stop and reread a line, because it knocks you for a six- then you spend a moment breathing and contemplating the beauty of the line? That's the difference. Exquisite writing.
Love Me Whole- Nicky James
Oryn shares his life and headspace with five distinctively different alters. Reed, a protective, very straight jock. Cohen, a flamboyantly gay nineteen-year-old who is a social butterfly. Cove, a self-destructive terror, whose past haunts him. Theo, an asexual man of little emotion, whose focus is on maintaining order. And Rain, a five-year-old child whose only concern is Batman.
Vaughn can't stay away.
Boyfriend Goals- Riley Hart
This is just a super cute story. Read it.
Playing for Keeps- Avery Cockburn
This book had me on the edge of my seat. The secrets that John Burns are hiding are going to set him on fire but the romance is swoonworthy. A great cast of characters fill this out and I recommend the whole series but this first one? Whoosh. I had to throw the book down a few times I was so anxious.
Thank you for the tag and I'll tag my reading buddies
@legalgal421 @goodiecornbread @steviestoospooky @characterassassination-at-9am if you feel like playing
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Please infodump about the college
I am favela 6 enjoyer and you know it but talk about all the ideas you have and I'll read every word and be totally normal about it
No screams for now Bec I'm currently on class and I don't have much battery left in my phone:(
Later maybe
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OKAY!!! SO!!! All the members on the Qsmp go to Quesadilla University who’s mascot is a silly yellow duck and a white bear affectionately (?) named Cucurucho
The Brazilian members are international students who come one semester to study there!! (Bagi comes a few semesters after the og five do because Forever and Cellbit kept talking to her about the school. Maybe her application was delayed to join) They all stay in the same dorm together because if they weren’t allowed too I think they’d set the University on fire (all six still have very…questionable pasts but they don’t talk about it lol)
Quackity introduced all the Brazilians to the English + Spanish players because they’re all in a program to help the new international students get use to being at the university/help them in any way they need.
Cellbit is a law student with a concentration in criminal law I think!! Same with Bagi I think she would be a law student (if you have more creative ideas tho feel free to let me know)
Felps is an art student, I think he’d do a lot of sculpting and has carved a massive fucking slab of marble into a perfect square by hand (hes fucking insane <33)
Tazercraft are both Science/Stem majors I think? Pac might have a focus on like chemical science though and Mike is more engineering????
Forever is a carpentry major (BUILDER!!) and minoring in Business (STONKSCRAFT!!) he’s super popular on campus btw… it’s because he’s so pretty and friendly with people like… look at him… you can’t not love him…
Cellbit runs the TTRPG/DND club on campus (their club room is right next to the Pride Center. this was not a mistake they specifically asked for that room) and the vice president is Slimecicle!! It’s a super fun and welcoming place, both of them love to scare the shit out of the new players with the role playing horrors <33 During Pride Month, Cellbit is exclusively referred too as the “Gay Master” and wears a mlm cape with a lil ace flag in it too :DD
Anyways, I mentioned they all dorm together!! Basically it has like one communal space and three smaller rooms/bedrooms (2 beds in each, last room has one bed). The communal space has a couch which can be turned into a bed and they all like to watch movies there together and destress :DD
One of the bedrooms was turned into a study room basically and Cellbit pretty much lives in there MABDHJFBAKAK he’s always studying or doing something on his laptop and the others check up on him sometimes. There have been multiple occasions where Forever was studying in there at like…4 am and Cellbit just walks in, climbs into Forever’s lap and just passes out. He’s like a cat he sleeps wherever he wants and we can’t do anything about it ://
Also if no one asks where Felps is he will just pass out in his studio inhaling clay fumes or whatever project he’s working on. He will simply vanish off the face of the planet (this is why the Brazilians all have a “family” group chat, yes Bagi got added to it even before she came to Quesadilla University)
#✉️ asks or whatever#🍽️ anon#⁉️ misc aus#NEW AU JUST DROPPED!! it’s been ages since I did one of these#qsmp au#anyways I think that’s all for now… I HAVE MORE THO!!#if you want it just drop me an ask :3c
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Top Nine Favorite TV Series
I was tagged by the incomparable @wen-kexing-apologist to list nine of my favorite shows, thank youu!! <3 This is a... daunting task. I'll do my best.
They've already listed/mentioned a number of shows in their own post I would include in mine (Avatar: The Last Airbender; I Told Sunset About You; 180 Degree Longitude Passes Through Us) so I will not be including those, to my absolute despair!! I'm only including stuff I've 100% completed, so that automatically excludes stuff like Orphan Black, Penny Dreadful, Derry Girls, Barry, or Russian Doll.
Keep Your Hands Off Eizouken!
[ID: TV poster. Background is busy with sketches of an urban sprawl, with buildings and flying ships clashing with natural elements. Three teenage girls flail with maniacal glee in the foreground. On the right is the tallest of them all, glasses perched on her head and wearing an astronaut's suit with a jet pack. On the left, a girl in an orange jumpsuit is riding a flying carpet. In the center is a short girl with a round head, clutching animation paper in her hand. She is being jettisoned by a propeller around her waist.]
It took me forever to discern what was happening in that poster, my god.
Anyway, this show!!! Exactly what I needed at the time I watched it. So full of joy and creativity with no cynicism or guile to be seen. Pure, unfettered fun but still delivered moving characters and story. It's literally about three weird teenage girls who decide to start an animation club at their high school. Doesn't sound like much but is absolutely PASSIONATE in every sense of the word, in every way you could possibly apply it practically in its creation. It's so obvious everyone had fun making this little show. This is the kind of art that makes you hug yourself with tears of happiness. Or is that just something I do?
Give me more stories about weird girls being fucking bizarre!!! I need it!!!
Tldr; Hilarious, full of heart, reminded me why I love art, why I love stories, and what I love about life. An absolute 10/10 for me.
Batman: The Animated Series
[ID: TV poster. Batman is silhouetted against a black background, drawing his cape up around his body and staring at the viewer through narrow white slits in his bat-like mask. Batman's head is backlit by a bright red sun.]
Oh, you think I'm just adding this for pure nostalgia? WRONG. B:TAS absolutely stands up to scrutiny even without nostalgia glasses. I rewatched this relatively recently and was completely blown away by the complexity in its storytelling and characterization. Yes, I was obsessed with this show (and the rest of the DCAU) as a kid, but as an adult I can find very few flaws. B:TAS may represent one of my first forays into noir, which is potentially my favorite genre across all art-forms. It certainly represents one of the first times I fell in love with a superhero story.
Tldr; Kevin Conroy IS the best Batman. 10/10
Breaking Bad
[ID: Photo of four major characters from Breaking Bad. From left to right: Gus Fring, a Chilean man wearing round spectacles and a collared shirt with tie; Jesse Pinkman, a white man in his mid-twenties wearing a black T-shirt; Walter White, a bald white man with a full mustache and extended goatee, wearing large glasses; Mike Ehrmantraut, a bald white man with a bulbous nose. All four look into the camera with expressions of tired determination.]
Ah yes, the show that seems to make it to every "favorite shows" list made by everyone else in the universe. I really do love it though; it has incredible, complex, morally-gray characters, a gripping plot and story, phenomenal thematic development, GORGEOUS cinematography and production design, and bonkers acting. It really deserves all its accolades and praise. Add to that a disabled character played by a disabled actor and you've got me singing your praises all the way to the grave!
Tdlr; Virulent toxic masculinity LOSES and we all cheer! It leaves lasting trauma and devastation in its wake and we all scream in agonized recognition! 10/10 fried chickens
Over the Garden Wall
[ID: TV poster. Two young boys are wandering in a wooded area, approaching a darkened alcove of trees and vines. The taller of the two is wearing a red conical hat and blue cape with golden buttons. He looks into the dark woods with worry. A shorter boy scampers excitedly ahead, balancing an upside-down silver teakettle atop his head and hoisting a large green frog under his arm. A bluebird flies at their side.]
My best friend and I watch this show together every year. I am such a sucker for good sibling stories and this one takes the cake. The way Wirt and Greg love each other is heartbreakingly realistic, and to set the growth of their relationship against a confusing and bizarre backdrop is so satisfying. And what a backdrop! I loved fairytales as a kid and this show scratches that itch. Besides the great little vignettes what brings me back to this story again and again is the attention to nuanced relationship development between ALL characters. Wirt's character growth hinges on learning how not to inflict loneliness on himself, to instead accept love and care from others, even those he considers too good for him. Me likey! Great music and one of the best-designed monsters/villains I've seen in any children's animated show, and you've won me over.
Tldr; Goofy kids, goofy problems. Potatoes and molasses. 10/10, would be spooked again
Bad Buddy
[ID: TV poster. Two young college-aged men are standing close together in a yellow-lit room in front of a window. The man on the left stands with his arms wrapped around the waist of the other man, looking fondly into his eyes. The man on the right looks worried, one finger over his lips as he presses his hand against the other man's mouth.]
I was hesitant to start watching BL. Nothing about the genre appealed to me beyond the romance and happy endings. But then KinnPorsche lured me in with promises of attempts not to shy away from queerness. As I was in the midst of watching that I decided to check out this show as it had been trending on Tumblr with one person I follow rabidly enthused about it. Looked super fun (and was a Shakespeare adaptation!) and free on YouTube, so I took a peek... and the rest is history. I credit this show for keeping me around. I was SHOCKED at how queer-positive and forward-thinking it was and excited to learn of P'Aof's existence. BL was being created by IRL gay people?! And they're conscious of what they're making?! Consider me seated! This show became the first BL I ever completed and I am so glad it did. This fandom is the first where I've felt relatively safe to express myself and has opened me up to so many other like-minded people, willing to watch fun stuff but also critique it in the same breath. I'm so glad a show as good (if imperfect) as this one brought me here.
Tldr; Excellent Shakespeare adaptations are my catnip. Product placements didn't scare me away so you KNOW it's charming. An ending so perfect it made me tear up. Fandom so lovely it made me stay. 9/10 warm and fuzzies
She-Ra and the Princesses of Power
[ID: TV poster. Two characters from the show face off against each other. On the left is a cat-like humanoid, Catra, with thick brown hair and different colored eyes: blue and yellow. Her right arm is raised in a defensive stance against the girl on the right, Adora, blonde with a large golden headdress. Her golden gauntlet clashes with Catra's arm, creating a bright burst of light.]
I just recently watched Nimona (WONDERFUL) so felt like I should shout out this show. In making this list I've further realized just how much I attach to animated shows I needed to see as a kid. She-Ra kinda takes the cake in that aspect. Multi-dimensionally queer with badass characters defying gender and relational conventions?! Fun, cheesy action with real stakes?! Anti-colonialist messaging?! Hell yeah. But most of all, this show has one of my favorite fictional characters of all time in Catra. ND Stevenson seems to have a knack for writing characters my inner child relates way too much to. Abused, neglected, shunned, bulled, traumatized kid who is visibly and invisibly different to those around her. Lights up as soon as anyone seems to respect her talents and see her potential, only to be manipulated. To crash and burn and grapple with self-hatred as a consequence. THEN she finds love in people who see her for who she is, know what she's done, and give her a chance to do better! Her character arc is so important to me. Not only that, but the ending kiss/confession between her and Adora is INCREDIBLE both as a narrative culmination and as a production win. Talk about a hard-fought queer kiss.
Tldr; Important and powerful. Good queer fun. TERRIBLE theme song. 9/10
Black Sails
[ID: TV poster. Tagline above the title reads "WAR AGAINST THE WORLD". A bald white man with soot and blood streaked across his face stands in the foreground. He is wearing an outfit typical of a pirate, holding a cutlass in his right hand. He is ankle-deep in water. He looks over his shoulder; a fleet of ships burn in the background. A large, tattered Union Jack waves behind the man's head. He is Captain Flint.]
Whenever someone asks me what my favorite show is, this is the one that pops into mind. It has EVERYTHING. Complicated, at-times intensely unlikable protagonists, queerness out the ears, great costuming, pathos, meta-upon-meta commentary on itself, the source material Treasure Island, the modern and historical world it's set in and the concept of fiction itself, EVERYTHING. You want strong themes? This show has THEMES. It's hard to find a show about rebellion or anarchy that ACTUALLY feels revolutionary. I think this show is it. This came out around the same time Game of Thrones was big so caved to some pressure in the first season to make itself appeal to a similar audience (thanks Michael Bay) but wow did they make that season pay off in a big way in retrospect. It only gets better, more assured in itself as it goes on.
Tldr; A story about stories. Straight-baited in season one, off-the-rails queer in seasons two to four. Madi deserved better. Anne Bonny: childhood hero to queer crank on TV! Me: in love. 9/10
Gravity Falls
[ID: TV poster. Three people set forth on an expedition through the dark woods. Leading the pack is Dipper, a young boy wearing a white and blue cap with a blue pine tree on the front. He is reading an old hardback tome with a gold hand on the front with the number "3" on the palm. Behind him is his twin sister, Mabel. She is grinning at the viewer, showing off her braces and harpoon gun. Her sweatshirt bright pink with a multi-colored shooting star on its front. Bringing up the rear is their Grunkle Stan, a grumpy old man wearing a red fez with a golden fish eating a smaller fish. He holds aloft a gas lantern. Behind them all is the Mystery Shack, with a triangular window lit by a yellow glow and a weather vane in the shape of a question mark. In the lower left-hand corner is a bearded gnome looking at the viewer, holding a finger in front of his open mouth.]
Oh, you think I'm just including for nostalgia reasons? CORRECT. But I do think this show is great, regardless. I think it's easy to tell at this point that I really enjoy speculative fiction. This show fires on all cylinders in that respect, hitting up the supernatural, science fiction, fantasy, horror, alternate history, and adding a splash of the gothic just for me. Add in there great familial and sibling dynamics, fun animation and a GREAT villain... that's my jam! This is the show that my best friend and I watched together and bonded over as freshmen in college. They got Mabel's sweater and I got Dipper's cap; this piece of personal history makes the show more special to me.
Tldr; Send kids to the woods and let them figure it out. Makes for some great television. Great friendships, too. 9/10 lumberjacks
Fleabag
[ID: TV poster. A white woman with short, curly brown hair and a large nose poses in a pastiche of a Christian saint. The poster itself is stylized like a Renaissance-era painting or religious effigy. A halo encircles her head as she stares off in the distance. In her hand, the woman holds a guinea pig emanating a soft glow.]
A masterclass in creating a miniseries which feels expansive and fully-contained. Might be the culmination of many things I've touched on in this list. Weird, off-putting protagonists/women, darker storylines with plenty of comedic heft, themes of grief, self-hatred, loneliness and hope, complicated sibling/familial relationships, and mental illness. Who knew? (Me.) Above all else, I love stories about love. This show manages to complicate the conversation about love - self-love, love as obligation, love as devotion, love as obsession, love as healing - in eternally satisfying ways.
Tldr; It'll pass. 9/10
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anyone wanna get emotional about collaborative art with me?
[Mirage 19 Story: E&L, Layout: Eastman, Pencils: Jim Lawson, Inks: Laird, Letters: Steve Lavigne]
ID from alt: Cropped section of the page annotations by Laird, (relevant) text: Page 18 is also the beginning of what I think of as "Brick hell" - Jim drew so many panels with hundreds of bricks in them, and I felt obliged to ink them all in. That was a LOT of bricks." Left is a panel showing Raph running down a curving brick tunnel, the wall is drawn with individual bricks, uncountable amounts of lines that illustrate the curvature.
If not, enjoy brick hell instead (I'll leave, just a doozy of a brick hell image at the end)
(this issue has beautiful layout paneling, which little snippets of could never replicate. great one to check out. imho)
come one come all to the worst barn party of the decade...
[IDS AND ALTS THE SAME]
ID: Jones family barn interior. Mike and Don speaking to Raph (off panel). Mike, in an open gesture: Life is good here... It's given us time to heal, to accept what's happened. Leo's needed this time, too--. Don, by his work table, no mask, wearing an apron. More neutral: We're not the guardians of society, Raphael... we never were. END
ID: Three panels, Raph pushing Leo around, yelling at him. The background moves from uninked, to midtone, to dark tone, as they both get more angry. Raph: No-- You're hiding out here... scared to face facts... And you're dragging all of us down with you! Fun and games are over, Chump... Look at yourself! END
ID: Two panels, Raph looks down to a wooden sword Leo (off panel) has held up in his way. He looks at it, unimpressed. Then looks up, pissed off and says only "Mistake." END
1. Three panels, Leo in the forground, just his leg seen. Raph on the floor against a wall. He whips his chin, saying "You were always good, Leo...". Close up, spit hangs from his mouth, continues "... One of the best..." He stands and finishes "...Which makes life here even more of a crime."
2. Four panels, Leo has Raph in a choke hold, holding him from behind, they are on the floor. Sweaty and teeth grit with exhertion. Leo says "--Do you hear me?!" Raph starts throwing punches to Leo's head, just above his own. As each one land we close in on Leo's face. END
Well. Thats great. Ill eat my own heart out how abouts.
AND ANYWAY. My favourite favourite effect.
ID: 1. Four panels, Leo, Mike and Don, run along a roof top, grab some fire escapes, and make their way to street level, skirting the edge of a street lamp's glow. The entire set is pen inked normally, and washed completely with the mid tone, save the small circle around the lamp, glowing white.
2. Large panel. Raph, 3 point lands, kicking up dust in the center of a spot lit section of sewer. The tail ends of a hood he wears trail up with the motion. Very little double-tone is used on the page, instead the shadow is communicated by increased hatch lines still following the shapes of every object in shot. END
ID: Raph sits in the tattered remains of the turtles lair, his brothers shadowed in the foreground. Raph, not very warmly says "Welcome Home." END
Okay okay. cry forever and every. please for the love of god. read comics. now. more brick hell
ID: Three panels, showing the entrance of a sewer tunnel into a larger area, closed and open pipes along the wall. The shot holds empty for two panels, then with the inclusion of Raph jumping out the exit in the third. If you are to look carefully. You can tell, though the scenery remains the same, in each, the intricate pen inked brick work and shadows have been done three separate times. END
LIKE. I KNOW ITS TRADITIONAL MEDIUM COMICS. But sir.... SIR? Another annotations from Laird specifically. Have mentioned using the copier to place certain things in backgrounds.... i just.... SIR?
#some shit#turbles...#one occassionally gets the impression that. laird is. ehm. a little particular about his work. Id say. well. its good work.#tags now refer to the contents within....#RAPH LEO FIGHT EVERYONE STOP THE PRESSES IMMA DIE....#ahhh. the blueprint. god. im ILL. fuck. this. don telling RAPH its not on them. thats. god thats a WHOLE OTHER. ouf.#and then. THE INTIMACY. of the violence. it KILLS THE MAN. thats. one hell of a fight scene. honestly. just. again. the over all pacing#of this issue. tuned to perfection. that is. some of the first time ive very felt panels come like blows. emotional ones.#like. NOT INCLUDED. but theres a moment thats. like down right scary? not horror scary just like. STRESS SCARY.#GENUINELY. feel sick. LOVE IT#i CANTTTT handle it. i love laird turtles inked by lawson but guess i ALSO love lawson turtles inked by laird.#idk. they so emotive and pretty naturalistic expression wise. also makes me think of sophie campbell though i could just be thinking about#the idw leo micro. cause. well. i want (issue) where (they) pass away. not because i hate them becauase i LOVE THEM.#wifi blogs mirage
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she stole his shirt, he fell in love
Decided to upload one of my Mileven fanfics here off of ao3 (WubADubDub) just for exposure sake. If people like it then I'll consider posting the others on here.
Summary: The Hellfire shirt. He had gushed about it in his letters, how Eddie pitched the idea right before Halloween and when he made the order in late November. At the airport he told her they were given to the members by him as a Christmas gift, and he didn't wear it then, he was saving it for the first day back. But he had mentioned he tried it on right before she came. Which meant he was still lingering on the fabric.
Alternatively, Eleven wears Mike's Hellfire tee.
Rays of blue and white with faint hints of orange and yellow hitting the brunette's face in the early hours of the morning caused her to stir. Her eyes fluttered open, blinking a few times as they adjusted to the light, followed by her fists coming up to rub the drowsiness away as she stretched her legs. When she extended her arms, lids squeezed shut, she felt herself tap the body beside her.
Eyebrows raised up high, she landed her eyes on the boy beside her. He was looking at her from the soft nudge, one side of his mouth curling up in a grin. Absent-mindedly, she softly smiled back, fixated on him.
"Goodmorning," he said, his voice clear of grogginess, meaning he had been up for some time already.
Eleven gave a nod of her head unconsciously. "Good... morning," she replied quietly.
Unable to help herself, she was taking in all of his features. He was holding a book about Albert Einstein, someone he explained briefly to her before, in his hands, one of the gifts he received from his family yesterday for the holiday. How he was able to take in all of that complicated information when the sun was barely up in the sky was beyond her.
But it was something she loved so much about him. She loved how he was so studious, so intelligent but humble about it, still carefree and dorky, yet able to be serious and clearheaded. Posing himself as nonchalant, distant and cool, when underneath it all he was a bit shy, really nerdy and at times, emotional. All of it she loved. And even if the days grew twice the size, it still wouldn't be enough time for her to wax poetic about the way she considered his every trait.
His hair was getting longer, too. She thought maybe he was letting it grow out because Eleven played with it and was consistently running her fingers through the strands. His freckles looked barely visible against his already pale skin, unexposed to any summer sun during these cold months. His eyes looked gorgeous, she could get lost in them forever (a phrase she adopted from hearing girls in her school say it.)
A hand waved once over her face, stirring her out of her enchanted state of mind.
"Hello? Earth to El? Did you hear me?" Mike asked, a chuckle slipping between his lips, surely knowing what was going on in that head of hers. She wondered if he had ever done this, too.
(He did. He even did it that morning, when he had woken up before her. For over twenty minutes he was unable to pull himself away from drinking up all of her sleeping beauty, mulling over how he felt so plain in comparison to her excellence. Booksmarts be damned, his girlfriend had the bravery, selflessness and compassion that he could only dream of having half of. She was the embodiment of what it means to love.)
Eleven shook her head, still in a daze, a sheepish smile on her face. Mike leaned down to kiss her gently, and she could feel his smile against hers. When he pulled away, touching their foreheads and leaving barely any space between them, he stared at her eyes, and she matched him, the insides of her stomach doing cartwheels.
"I asked if you slept okay," he explained in a whisper, using one hand to cup her cheek, something she only let him do in their most tender of moments, and the other to place the book face down.
For the second time in a short span, she raised her eyebrows, nodding intently and biting her bottom lip, leaning into his touch. Her hands were grasping at the sweats ( his sweats) beneath the blanket, heart throbbing from how he eyed her, as if reading her very soul.
Mike let out another laugh, and twisted his body slightly so he could be more comfortable as he went in to kiss her again, planting his hands over hers. He lifted them up to his neck, then dropped his, this time pressing them against her thighs to hold himself steady.
Without hesitation, Eleven began to dishevel his hair, finding comfort in how her digits got lost in those dark curls. She bent her knees to bring her calves closer and beneath her, turning so she was completely facing him.
It was chaste, it was simple, but it was them, and it was bliss.
They had plans, of course, they were always going to have a schedule when visiting one another, but El was more than content to stay in his room and just kiss, kiss, kiss. No matter what all their friends and family thought, she was happy passing time learning how gentle he could be, kissing her with care, kissing her with tenderness. She felt engulfed in his every move.
She was attached to him, she was well aware of this. Maybe a little more than was healthy, based on others' reactions, but how could she not love the guy who took her in, never questioned or pressured her, did his best to understand her and make her feel like a regular person? She was going to let herself stay this way. She felt like how when sap dripped down a tree, it would stay connected to the bark, despite every new part or rough edge it came across. Nobody was perfect, people said, but being imperfect is what made him perfect for her. It wasn't as if she hadn't had problems of her own.
"Michael!" Karen screeched suddenly. Eleven didn't think she was yelling for him before, but it didn't sound like it was the first time she called.
They broke apart, a look of fear spreading across Mike's features. He pulled away from Eleven, and unfortunately she had to release his soft hair (she had convinced him to start using conditioner in one of their calls after seeing him at Thanksgiving and tutting him for the texture) in this process, releasing an unintentionally loud sigh, earning a look from him to her as he got up, book carelessly falling to the floor. "Hang on, stay right here. I'll see what she wants and guess I'll grab some water for us, okay?" And then he was out his door and down the stairs.
El pouted and sat in the bed for a moment, hands folded above the blanket. Maybe this meant they'd be going out soon, if she was calling him down for breakfast or something.
Ugh.
She kicked off the covers and swung her legs over the side of the bed, puckering her lips a bit before standing up. As she stepped over to her luggage, which she left unpacked there seeing as it wasn't a long stay, she glanced over at his closet.
It was closed, and yet something was drawing her to it. She stepped nearer, curiosity taking over. When she put her hand on the doorknob, she felt a strange wave of caution envelop her. Why did it feel like she was doing something wrong? It was just her boyfriend's clothes, right?
Feeling like she had to, she braced herself. Whatever was behind that door, if she didn't like it, she'd forget she ever saw it. So in a quick motion, she turned the knob and pulled the door.
And what she saw was exactly what one would expect. Clothes.
Letting out a weird sigh of relief, she stared longingly at the multitude of options. She didn't want to entertain what she was worried about; it wasn't there, it didn't matter, Mike still wanted her.
Taking another step forward, into the closet this time, her fingers danced across the garments he was hanging up. Sweaters, dress shirts, jackets and…
A puff of air left her lungs. The Hellfire shirt. He had gushed about it in his letters, how Eddie pitched the idea right before Halloween and when he made the order in late November. At the airport he told her they were given to the members by him as a Christmas gift, and he didn't wear it then, he was saving it for the first day back. But he had mentioned he tried it on right before she came. Which meant he was still lingering on the fabric.
She grabbed the hanger it was upon with such consideration, bringing it towards her so she could get a proper look at it. In her opinion, it was bitchin'.
Although it felt like she was doing something bad, she thought it was harmless. All she would do is put it on, look in the mirror, and take it off and place it right back. That was all. Mike didn't even have to know.
She placed it on the bed and slipped off her shirt, leaving that upon his blanket. She gently took the top off the hanger, and worried her bottom lip between her teeth right before taking the plunge and putting it on.
Nothing happened. The world didn't shift into the Upside Down, no one was there to say anything. She was okay.
Until she wasn't.
"Hey, El," a sigh, "Sorry about that–" came exasperatedly, but stopped short.
Eleven turned to him, surely looking like a deer lost in headlights (another phrase she had heard at school.) He was holding two glasses of water, as he said he would be. He looked stiff, his knuckles turning white from the tightening grip he had on the cups.
Uncontrollably, she started to feel like she was going to cry. Was he mad at her? But she had worn his clothes in the past and never seen a reaction like this. Oh, she was so stupid. He was clear about how personal this was, and to be doing this, well, she was foolish.
She began to play with the hem of the shirt, always needing to toy with something when she got overwhelmed or anxious. Her eyes cast down but then looked back up and then down again. Why wasn't he speaking? Was he that upset?
But she had no idea. No clue that Mike's brain was currently in overdrive, his thoughts running a mile a minute.
She looked adorable, she was wearing his shirt?, she couldn't be prettier, that was his shirt she was wearing his shirt, he kinda wanted to give it to her, but then he wouldn't be able to wear it enough for her to have his smell on it dumbass, but she looked so cute , it was so big on her.
All of this and more, crossing his mind within the ten seconds of, for her, unbearable silence.
She couldn't take it, and glanced up at him and opened her mouth to ask him what was wrong. But he was far too quick, reading her body language immediately, as he had spent so much time perfecting doing so.
He placed the glasses on his dresser (a bit roughly, as a little water splashed over the edges), and took the one big step needed to place his hands on her waist and lean himself down to touch his lips to hers.
Shock would've been an understatement, Eleven felt completely floored. If he was upset, he wouldn't kiss her. She didn't see that in the movies, so… maybe he wasn't mad at all?
As soon as it happened, though, he pulled his face back slightly. Dammit, how was his expression still unreadable?! Could he speak already? It was making her feel crazy.
But he felt crazy, too. His stomach was doing flips at how beautiful and precious she looked at the same time. She was wearing his shirt. A shirt that was (sorta) personally for him, a shirt he would be wearing as part of his identity in school, and he knew she knew that. He spoke ceaselessly about it. He couldn't stop himself from smiling.
"If you like it, I'll bring it to California when I come see you again, ya know, a-after I've worn it more," he babbled out, the words leaving his mouth before his brain could register them.
El tilted her head to the side a bit. "So… you're not mad?" She asked in a murmur, holding the bottom of the shirt in soft fists.
Mike scrunched his face in confusion. "What? No! El," a surprised, short laugh, followed by a concerned face, "why would I be mad?"
Now she felt stupid again. She looked down at her feet, shrugging.
But the boy in front of her was determined to not let her shutdown because of this. He used one hand to place a finger under her chin and guide her eyes towards him, the other grabbing her hand.
"El, there's no reason for me to be mad at you. You've done nothing wrong. If, um, anything," he raised an eyebrow and broke eye contact, "it makes me pretty happy seeing you wear this," he admitted, locking eyes again.
Eleven felt a rush of heat throughout her body. Oh. Well, that was a good thing to hear. Really good.
Mike clicked his tongue. "A-and uh, I mean it," he added on, glancing around nervously. "If you want to wear it later, I mean. Y-you can, I don't mind," he offered, his facial expression having gone from confident to shy.
The brunette couldn't help the shameless grin that formed on her face. She used the hand that he was not holding to place it upon his cheek.
"Mike," she began, gazing lovingly at him and capturing his attention, "I'd like that a lot."
Her boyfriend looked as if he was rendered speechless, gaping mouth as he nodded before saying, "Oh, cool, yeah c-cool. I'll bring it. I will. For you."
El's smile got even wider, and she placed a kiss upon his mouth.
Months later, when he would visit her for spring break, the shirt that he wore once a week since that conversation would be right in his suitcase as he flew to California.
#mileven#stranger things fanfic#mileven fanfic#mileven fanfiction#mike x eleven#eleven x mike#mike x el#el x mike#idk how to tag?#mi escrito
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oooooooh please i need to know more about your qsmp pacific rim au
I'VE BEEN WANTING AN EXCUSE TO POST MORE ABOUT IT! Ily anon thank you and sorry it took me a while to reply here we gooo :))
This whole thing stemmed cause I re-watched Pacific Rim, one of my favorite movies of all time after a QSMP vod. And I immediately was like. "Oh my god, Jaiden and Roier as Jaeger pilots." So far I have 8 pages of a Google Doc on this now.
And now there's MORE to do bc MORE members just dropped.
Everyone is still stranded on an Island, one in the middle of the Ocean reserved for a Shatterdome that is used solely for training and repairing/constructing Jaegers. Everyone is stuck due to the sudden appearance of some Kaiju. One uses an electrical attack, sending a shock wave over the island and Shatterdome. Everyone is knocked out for two hours, and when they wake up, all technology/ways of communication outside the island is broken/unusable. Also, no one remembers why or how they are there. They only remember their names, some of the other members, and what Kaiju and Jaegers are. Otherwise, they're stuck and clueless.
Here's some ideas I have for the Eggs so far!
Eggs:
The kiddos are found as Kaiju eggs, in the same order so far. Super small compared to what is normal for Kaiju, so they are taken in for research- not easily, some people say no, but overall the majority vote to bring them in. They hatch about two weeks later, shocking everyone when they hatch to reveal what look like regular, human toddlers- all with white hair, white scales, and small white tails (over time of being cared for, the kiddos' scale colors change to match their parents and such).
At this point, everyone pairs up to take care of the kids. Some are already romantic couples, qprs, or besties. Badboyhalo is still a single parent, however I might work in Skeppy as being his friend/partner who is either on the island in a coma or just not there at all but Bad still remembers him much to the chagrin of everyone else. As for Quackity, I might have Tallulah and Tilín be twins, and have Wilbur and Quackity work that out (who knows how that will end, they're both disasters).
So far, I have options written as far as Egg deaths and what I want to do if I don't want to include Egg death. Cause it's fucking sad, but also. Juicy juicy angst.
Characters:
So far every character is just plain old human (except obviously the eggs, cucurucho, and code).
So far for Jaegers, I have 5, which I feel is a good amount. I didn't want to have too many, I had to narrow down the number of ppl I wanted to see in a Jaeger. I'll list the pairs I have so far here:
• Jaiden and Roier
• Baghera and Forever (siblings in this au)(they pilot a Jaeger formerly manned by Bad and Skeppy)
• Philza and Missa (Formerly manned by Phil and Fit)
• Mariana and Charlie
• Pac and Mike (woah woah!) (also I'm still back and forth about them being pilots or engineers- or hey! both)
Everyone else is either dedicated to Strategy, Kaiju research/experimentation, general tech, or Jaeger engineering/design.
Cucurucho and The Code are also there, I'm brainstorming ideas on them (and the Eggs) being Government experiments of some kind, trying to blend animals and humans with Kaiju.
That's all for now without being too specific.
THANK YOU AGAIN ANON I'M HAVING SO MUCH WITH THIS
The only thing that would be better is if I could have anyone who actually speaks Portuguese and/or French and/or Spanish to help me out. I know a bit of Spanish, but definitely not enough to write it entirely accurately. I also worry that I won't characterize some of the non-Englisj speaking cubitos correctly, due to me not being able to watch them regularly.
Anyways ily and I love Pacific Rim and I love the QSMP my brain is buzzing, my hands are flapping
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"Racism was a long time ago, get over it!" For one, if you think pervasive and systemic racism, both anti-Black as well as racism against other marginalized racial and ethnic groups, in America is "over", you're probably too willfully obtuse to bother to continue reading, but on the rare chance you do, I'll indulge your claim that "racism is over!":
I just turned thirty this month, May twenty twenty-three. My father was born four years before Loving v. Virginia granted the basic right for Black and white peoples to marry each other in every state. My mother was born the same year the Green Book ceased publication. My grandmother was barely thirty when she attended the RFK rally in Indianapolis where Kennedy announced that Martin Luther King Jr. was assassinated. My father (not in attendance) was not quite five. My father was a fourth grader the year Fred Hampton was assassinated in his own bed by the FBI and local law enforcement. My mother was two years from giving birth to my older brother when the Black Panther Party was torn apart by COINTELPRO, my father was a few couple years into college. My father wasn't even thirty when I was born. My mother is a few years younger.
The LAPD beating of Rodney King and the consequential riots happened almost exactly a year before I was born, I was nineteen when Rodney King passed away. That was two years before Mike Brown was killed by Ferguson police and the consequential uprising. I was twenty-two and living just outside Baltimore the year Freddie Gray was killed in the back of Baltimore PD van from a "rough ride" and the consequential uprising. I had fun (despite covid and the lockdowns) on my twenty-seventh birthday when my four roommates and I got drunk and sung bad karaoke, less than three weeks before George Floyd was murdered (as defined the court and the rulings proving guilt) by Minneapolis PD and the consequential worldwide uprisings. Today I'm just two weeks and a day past my thirtieth birthday when I woke up to the news that a U-haul truck bearing the Nazi flag tried ramming the fence to the White House. That's the same day the NAACP issued a travel warning for Black people to not go to Florida, fifty-seven years after the Green Book ceased publication. This is just a few weeks after Jordan Neely, a Black man my age who was having a mental health episode was killed by a white marine being encouraged by other people in the subway car. Florida governor Ron DeSantis is funding that white marine's defense team.
Ruby Bridges is still alive, as are all but one of the Little Rock Nine–as is the white teenager who was forever caught on camera screaming at them. It's only in the last few years that the civil rights leaders of the Fifties and Sixties who weren't assassinated have started dying of old age, and many more are still alive. I was in seventh grade when Rosa Parks died, I was almost done with third grade when the white bus driver who had her arrested died.
This isn't "a long time ago". This isn't old history. It's all within living memory. Our living memory. Our grandparents' memories, our parents' memories, the memories of you and I that are still forming.
Anyway I don't know how to end this, I'm shaken by the NAACP warning I guess, and I'm not even Black. And you're a willful fool if you think racism is over and has been over for a long time.
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What is your top 10 characters Brba/Bcs universe and why ?
Kim Wexler - Her mommy issues + troubled childhood + her whole thing of ignoring her past and pushing forward while trying to make a good life for herself is something very relatable for me. Plus shes beautiful and gorgeous and insanely smart and charming and literally everything about her is amazing to me. She is literally everything!!!
Jimmy McGill - I mean how the hell can you not love him? Yes he's deeply flawed or whatever but hes got so many great qualities. I find it interesting how hes always running from his own self. Idk I just really fucking love him and everything about him like his entire personality and all his problems and whatnot. Also he's just a super fun guy to me soooo.
Skyler White - She went through so fucking much that she really really didn't deserve. She's very kind and loving and smart. She's just a very tough character I guess. And also super gorgeous and also I would NEVER start a meth empire without her permission!!! Also I would let her fuck whoever she wanted and then I would get on my knees and apologize to HER for not being enough.
Mike - He seems all rough and mean on the outside, and I guess he kinda is for the most part, but he's also a very loving and caring guy. The love he has for his son, and Stacey and Kaylee, and Nacho and Jesse and Gus is just very endearing.
Howard Hamlin - He was just a 43 year old child. A little newborn baby. Ok I don't know what to say about him because I'm running out of thoughts but..... I just really love his perseverance to get through his shitty life.
Nacho Varga - He was just so compelling, everything about him. His story is just so beautifully tragic I guess. He kept running from something he was never going to escape. He fought so so hard and lived such a torturous and painful life.....
Jesse Pinkman - He's just a very tortured guy who finally finds some peace in the end. I hope he's living it up in Alaska.
Walter White - Super cool how he went from a sympathetic hero all the way to a villain as time slowly passed. Hes so mean...and stuff lol
McWexler's Cigarette - I just really appreciated my time on the show. It was a great learning experience for me and I'll always be close friends with the Better Call Saul cast (we have dinner together every night and we drink tequila and chain smoke and give random civilians law advice because we are all besties forever)
Ken Wins -What can I say? The guy is a winner!
#sorry this isnt cohesive or whatever#and also sorry for basically giving up#but listen i truly do love every character on both shows for various reasons and its hard to compile that into a list explaining why
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Her Heavy Cross
Summary: Three years after tragedy hits, Lana she decides to start dating again. She meets Will through a dating app and they begin an online romance. After months of constant requests, Lana relents and agrees to meet and go on an irl date with Will. But is Will who he says he is? Lana is quickly pulled into an intense relationship forcing her to confront her tragic past. Will Lana face it or will she close her heart forever?
Pairing: OMC x OFC
Word Count: approx 3k
Warnings: swearing, mild smuttiness
Authors Note: The story started as a Henry Cavill fanfiction but I changed it to be an original character, but shades of Henry are still there. Hope you enjoy the story and thanks for reading.
Part 9 Part 11
Part 10
We eventually got up. We showered and dressed. I fed Perrin, and we ate breakfast. I asked Liam what his plans were for the day.
"Not much. I thought I would stay with you until you kick me out." He winked. "What are your plans?"
"Well, I have to kick this guy out..." I said with mock agitation. Liam feigned a look of hurt. "Not much until tonight. I'm going to Dave's house for dinner. I'll see my nephews and niece, which will be good. My Mum too, I suppose."
"Dave's your brother, right?" I nodded. "You haven't told me much about your mother. I think this is the first time you've mentioned her."
"We don't always get along. Mum's mellowed as she's gotten older, but she was a bit of a tyrant when I was growing up. She didn't like Andy. Well, she didn't like any of my boyfriends. She always judged them based on their jobs like she wanted me to end up with a doctor or lawyer or something like that. It's like she thought she'd wasted her money sending me to a private school because I found myself attracted to tradies."
"What's a tradie?
"A tradesman."
"Gotcha."
I laughed at a memory. "I used to tell my friends that if a guys hands weren't calloused enough to cause a run in my stockings, then he has no business touching my legs."
Liam burst out laughing. "Are you serious?"
"What can I say? I like a man who is good with his hands." I shrugged before continuing, "anyway, that's one reason why my mum and I didn't get along."
"What about your Dad?"
"He passed away three years ago."
"I'm sorry."
I didn't say anything for a while. I played with the crusts of my toast, breaking it into little crumbs. I think Liam sensed my mood and changed the subject. "You went to a private school?"
"Yeah," I said. "An all-girls, Catholic one at that."
"Well, that explains a lot." Liam quipped, his tone very serious, but his twitchy lip gave him away.
I narrowed my eyes and frowned. "I hate you."
Liam ignored me and cupped my face with his hands. "Kiss me." He ordered. And I did.
We spent most of the morning sitting together and talking. We spoke about the books we were reading. We found that we had similar taste in books when we talked before we met. Liam had recommended a book to me, and I had finished it a few days ago. I showed him my bookshelves, and we compared which ones we had read. He asked to borrow a couple.
Later we just sat on the lounge. We talked, held hands, cuddled, kissed, had coffee, and then some tea. We took turns patting Perrin, who had taken to Liam really well.
It got close to lunchtime, and it seemed like we were both trying to work out a way to avoid the inevitable parting. Neither of us had brought it up since breakfast. Eventually, Liam asked, "when can I see you again?"
Liam was sitting up, and I was laying on my back with my head in his lap. Liam was stroking my hair, sometimes taking a curl and twisting it around his finger. I smiled when I saw him do that since I had done the same to him earlier.
"As soon as possible," I replied. "I'm going to miss your pretty face." I reached up and patted his cheek patronisingly.
He gave me a small smile but didn't say anything. Then his god damned lip twitched.
"What are you thinking?" I asked. "I can tell when your lip twitches that you're thinking something naughty or you know something I don't know."
"My mother tells me the same thing." His lips stretched into a full grin, revealing his Hollywood white teeth.
"Well, I'm not your bloody mother, so tell me."
"I was just thinking about all the parts of you that I'm going to miss."
"You're very cheeky."
"Unfortunately for you, my mother tells me that too."
"You're a fuck knuckle," I said, smirking. "I'll bet your mother doesn't tell you that."
Liam's eyes went wide. "Bloody hell, Sweetheart. Anyone would think you didn't like me." He was smiling though.
"It's because I like you that I insult you. I'm very polite to people I don't like." I said, putting a sickly sweet smile on my face and batted my eyelashes at him.
"You're lucky you're cute." Liam leaned down and kissed me. "You haven't answered my question. When can I see you again?"
"Well, we both work all week. I guess that means we will have to wait until Friday night."
"Do you want to come to my place on Friday after work? Spend the weekend with me?"
"Ok. I'll ask Dave when I see him tonight if he will have Perrin for me. But it shouldn't be an issue."
Liam's face was unreadable for a moment. Then he smiled and kissed my forehead. "I'm already looking forward to it." He sat back and said, "well, I suppose I had better call an Uber."
I sat up and waited for Liam to book his ride. When he had finished, I said, "Call me tomorrow night. After work?"
Liam nodded. He scooped me up and sat me on his lap. "Don't worry, Sweetheart. You won't get rid of me easily." He smiled and caressed my cheek with the back of his fingers. "Now, kiss me."
I threw my hands around his neck and kissed him hard.
Liam kissed me back, his arms wrapped around my waist, and he crushed my body into his. Our kisses became ardent, and I squirmed on his lap. I didn't want to let him go. Not ever.
I wanted him again now, and I cursed myself for letting him call for an Uber. I felt like he was part of my life like I had already given let him into my heart when I let him in this house. This sacred place. Mine and Andy's place. It seemed as though he had just blended into my life and any thoughts of the future now included him.
But I also knew enough to hold back, to remember I didn't really know him. The weekend wasn't real life. It was an illusion. It wasn't the daily grind of work, come home, sleep, do it all again. To make it worse, Liam's life wasn't normal. Would I adjust? Could I adjust? Did I even want to try?
I knew I did want to try, at least. Liam seemed worth it. Worth the risk of another broken heart, another love snatched from my grasp. If I didn't try with Liam, then who would I try with? And if I never tried, then love would be gone from my life forever.
Liam pulled away. "I had better go now, or I think I'll never leave." We got up just as his phone alerted him the driver was less than a minute away. He grabbed his bag, and I walked him to the door, and he followed behind me up the hallway.
We got to the door, and before I could open it, he turned me around and pinned me to it with his whole body. His forehead pushed against mine. He kissed me, forcing his tongue into my mouth. He ground his body against me. "Lana," he breathed. "Lana, I..." He stopped talking, kissed me again softly then pulled away.
I didn't know what to say. I didn't want Liam to stop. "I'll call you tonight," I said despite our plans to call tomorrow night. I knew I wouldn't be able to wait until then. I opened the door for him.
As he walked out the door, Liam put his hand on the back of my head. He brought me to his face, and he kissed the top of my head. "As you wish." He winked and pulled the door closed behind him.
The rest of my day felt lonely. I moped around for a bit. I threw Perrin the ball for a while. He was too old these days for more than a few runs, but he still loved it. I did some washing, cleaned my bathroom and put my Ben and Jerry's tub in the bin. I painted my nails.
When the afternoon wound down, I called Riza.
"Hey, Slut!" She said when she picked up.
"Piss off," I said back.
"Well, don't keep me in suspense. What the fuck happened?"
"I don't even know where to begin."
"Well, did you fuck him?" I shook my head. If Liam thought I was direct, he should talk to Riza. I didn't say anything. She knew me well enough to know what the answer was by my silence. "'Bout fucking time." She said, and I laughed. "So tell me about him. What's his name? What does he do for work? Where does he live? Boxers or briefs?"
"Uh, his name is Liam. Liam Cross."
"Like the actor? Man, that's weird. I knew a girl once whose name was Indiana Jones. I couldn't do it cause I kept thinking about Harrison Ford."
"No, Riz. Not like the actor, he is the actor."
Stunned silence. Then, "you're shitting me."
"Serious as a heart attack."
"Why didn't you tell me before?"
"I didn't know who he was," I told Riza about the Will/Liam thing.
"You're really not joking. Send me a pic."
"I didn't take any."
I swear I could hear Riza roll her eyes. "Of course, you didn't. You never do!" Then she shouted, "Hey Jen! Lana..."
"Riza! No, no, no!" I shouted.
"Fucked Liam Cross," she finished.
I hung my head. Fuck. I could trust Riza, but Jen, I wasn't sure of. She spent all day on Instagram and Snapchat. I didn't know if she could keep quiet.
"You there, Lansey?" I heard Jen talking in the background. "Hang on a sec, what's that, babe?" More Jen talking. "Oh shit, you looked good on Friday night Lans, no wonder you got fucked."
"How do you know what I wore Friday night?"
"Jen found pics."
"That quickly?"
"Yeah, they're everywhere. Some of you guys at a shop too. Hey, that's the shop near Mike the Butcher, right?"
This was news to me. I knew they took pictures, but I didn't think they were posted. I should have though. Why wouldn't they be? "Fuck."
"Did you just meet him? On Friday?"
"Yeah, why?"
"There's this one picture of you two, and he's touching your cheek. You two look like you're in love," she teased, making love sound like llllooooouuuuv. "Ha! There's Perrin!"
"Is my name mentioned? Do they know who I am?"
"Doesn't look like it. You two look perfect together."
"Tell Jen not to say anything. Please?"
"Yeah, yeah, no worries."
She kept talking, but I'd had enough. "I've gotta get going," I said.
"Lans, you ok?" She knows me too bloody well.
"Yeah," I bit my lip and took some deep breaths. "It's a lot to take in, you know. He's bloody famous, it's like, I don't want that shit in my life."
"Is he worth it?"
"I think so. I mean, he's a sweet, kinda daggy guy who happens to be built like Hercules and sexy as fuck. What's not to like?"
"I always thought he was gay."
Before I could stop myself, I said, "He's definitely not gay. I'd never believe a gay guy could growl a girl out like he does." I've got to learn to keep my mouth shut.
Riza yelled, "yas girl! You got a keeper!"
I laughed. "Fucking hell. Alright, Riz, I've really got to go. Say hi to Jen. Don't say anything!" Riz agreed, and we hung up.
Dinner at Dave and Lucy's was mostly uneventful. I jumped with the kids on the trampoline and played some wrestling on the PlayStation. My mum wasn't too much of a bitch. I forgot about the pictures and didn't think about Liam for a while. I needed that. I felt like the weekend was such a whirlwind and so much happened I needed some time to get back to normality, something familiar.
After dinner, Mum went home, and the kids wanted to watch a movie. I got on the lounge with the two older ones, Charlie and Harry and went through Netflix. Lucy had taken Lilly to bed. I saw Liam's face in one of the movies thumbnails, and I groaned. It was the one where he was a superhero. It was nearly ten years old. Though it didn't seem possible, he was even more handsome now. I quickly flicked past it.
"No, Aunty Lanny, I want to watch that one," Harry said.
"Isn't it too scary?"
Dave called out from the kitchen, "it's their new favourite. They've been watching it all week."
"Then we can watch something else," I said.
Both boys protested. I half relented. "Have you seen the sequel?" It had much less screen time for Liam since he had teamed up with a couple of other superheroes in that one.
"There's a sequel?" Charlie was excited.
So we watched the sequel. I'd seen it before, but it was weird watching it now. I actually enjoyed it more than I thought I would. Although it was obvious that Liam was the actor, it was surprisingly easy to forget him and believe he was really the character.
He looked different to the Liam I knew. His hair was lighter, he was clean-shaven, and even the way he held his face was different. The way he moved and mannerisms weren't Liam's either. His voice was different too. The most apparent change there was the accent. Those harsh American tones seemed so strange after hearing his soft Queens English ones. Although, scenes with his shirt off still made me think of Liam.
After the movie I said goodbye to the kids, and they went to bed. I asked Dave if he would watch Perrin next weekend. I tried to sound casual about it, but Dave knew me better than that.
"Girls weekend?" He asked. I tried to say yeah, but I blushed, and he knew it wasn't a girls weekend.
Dave was eight years older than me, the same as Liam. I adored Dave. I remember following him around as a kid, wanting to do everything he did. As we got older, I watched the same movies he did, read the same books he did and listened to the same music, which is probably why I prefer 90s music to 2000s music.
He was sweet about it for the most part. He even got me alcohol a few times when I was 17 and took me to the pub with his mates when I was 18. He was protective though. Not one of his mates was allowed to touch me. It had made me mad at the time, especially when I had the hots for his best mate Chris since I was 12. So when he worked out that I was probably going to be spending the weekend with a guy, I expected him to freak out. He didn't.
"Is he a good bloke?" Dave asked. "Treating you well?"
"Yeah, he is." I couldn't help but smile.
Dave grunted, "I can tell by the look on your face, you are smitten. Alright then, Perrin can stay."
"Thanks, Dave. Don't tell mum."
"Yeah, Nah. I'm not stupid."
I went home and got ready for bed straight away. I was mentally exhausted, but I still called Liam. Not only because I said I would. I did miss him in my bed already. I felt lonely again. Of all the things about being married I missed, sleeping with somebody else in the bed was high on the list.
When I went to call, I was confused for a minute because I couldn't find his number. Then I remembered he was in my contacts as Will. I changed the name and called him. I hoped I wasn't calling too late.
"Hello, Sweetheart." Liam's voice sent a ripple of excitement through me.
"Hey," I said. "How was the rest of your day?"
"Good. Do you want to FaceTime?"
"I'm in bed."
"Me too." He said, and I heard the ring of FaceTime come through the phone.
I answered. Liam's face appeared. So did his naked shoulders. Sweet Jesus, he couldn't fit in the frame.
"Much better," he said, smiling. "How was your day?"
"Ok, I just hung around at home then saw the fam. Dave said he would have Perrin next weekend," I got flustered thinking about it. I cleared my throat. "So yeah, that's sorted."
"Excellent. I'm really looking forward to it. How was the family? Was your mum ok?"
"Yeah, she was good. The kids are fans of yours, by the way."
He gave a short laugh at this. "Really? Did you tell your family about me?"
I said I didn't and told him about the kids and the movie. "They loved it. I liked it too." I told him about how it was strange to watch him act after actually knowing him, and for a lot of the time, I had forgotten it was him. I just believed the character and enjoyed the story.
"Thank you." Liam seemed genuinely pleased. "That is the aim of what I do."
"I did tell Riza about you. Her wife, Jen, found pictures of us almost immediately."
"Did you see the ones from yesterday?"
"She told me about them, but I've not seen them."
"You ok?"
I shrugged, "it is what it is. I asked them not to say anything about us."
Liam changed the subject and showed me he had started one of the books he had borrowed. Once again, I was grateful that he seemed to know my mood and not push me.
We talked for about ten minutes before I started yawning.
"I better let you go. You're tired, Sweetheart."
"Yeah," I said as a yawn overtook me. "I think you're right." I blinked several times, my eyes watering from the yawns. "Call me tomorrow night?"
"I definitely will. Goodnight, Sweetheart."
"Night, Liam." I fell straight asleep.
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