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Would yall call me crazy if I started posting fanfic

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Around this time of year, without fail, I always get this deep sense of longing for a country I don’t belong to anymore. My family emigrated from Northern Ireland during the famine, and we’ve lost all remaining record of our lives before that.
I’ve grown up in the southern United States for my whole life, but even then I’m not connected to any facets of southern culture due to growing up in a city with northerners for parents.
I feel that a majority of diasporas in the modern United States, even those far removed from their homelands, crave a culture they can connect themselves to. America is a unique case of a country that is both a hub for culture and yet lacks a specific cultural identity of its own. American children are told that we are a “melting pot of cultures” from an early age, where we come together to discard our heritage and create a new “better” culture. But the natives of the country were nearly wiped out by disease and bigotry. How can you be a melting pot when the fire that heats the pot has gone out?
A majority of Americans born on American soil feel that they have no traditions, no cultural music, costume, food, or stories to tell or share with the world. There’s a significant guilt that comes with calling a land you’re not native to your culture.
I would like to preface that this is coming from a uniquely white point of view, I cannot speak for the experiences of POC diasporas in America.
Many European people who emigrated to the US discarded their cultures in favor of a homogeneous “white” experience. There is no other way to explain such an experience. White American culture is built on the foundations of colonialism, fascism, and racism. When you hail from a country that is uniquely anti-colonialist, there is a feeling of displacement and isolation from your ancestors culture.
This is more of a brain dump/rant than anything of true substance, but I just wanted to express the feeling I get around this time of year when saint w day is tomorrow. Saint Patrick’s day, like Cinco De Mayo, is an almost exclusively American holiday made by emigrants to celebrate their cultures.
Movie Michael afton x FTM reader? Reader is a blogger/paranormal investigator who is researching Freddie’s and him and Michael end up falling for eachother in the process. I have this idea of reader recording Michael and it’s this cute bit hehehe
A/N: Hello! Thank you for being my first request! :) I loved the idea so much, I immediately began writing it. Though disclaimer, i haven't actually watched the 2nd movie yet, so it might be a bit OOC, but worry not! I've done research :) I'll be watching the movie on Tuesday, so fics after that will be more accurate. Anyway, thanks again!!
Same Time Next Week?
Word Count: 1.6k words
The first rule of investigating abandoned places at night was to arrive early enough that you could still pretend it was a normal decision.
You were a horror blogger with a niche popularity on the internet. It was a good livelihood, you were able to pursue your passion while having a small, loyal cult following that supported you. They’d been requesting you to investigate the infamous Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria for so long, and although a bit hesitant, you finally decided to bite and give in.
By the time you pulled into the gravel lot, you felt as though the facility looked like it had already decided what it thought of you; it wasn’t impressed.
You grab your camcorder and your EVP recorder, shoving it in your pocket while you made sure your comcorder’s battery was full. After slinging a backpack with your equipment on your shoulder and taking a flashlight out, you got out, turning the camcorder on once you had everything set.
“Testing. One, two—okay.”
You cleared your throat before talking again. A small smile curved your lips. “Hi guys.”You greeted, waving at the camcorder.
You began to walk towards the building, flaying your flashlight around as you talked some more to calm your nerves a bit. “I caved in, I’m exploring this damn pizza place you guys’ve been nonstop bugging me about!” You laughed, wondering if that came off the way you hoped to.
“I gotta admit, this place is sorta fuckin’ creepy…” Your eyebrows furrowed, your small smile widening in an awkward manner while you flashed your flashlight at parts of the building.
You undeniably knew the infamy that surrounded the pizzeria and you were totally sketched out, but this was the kind of thing your supporters loved to consume.
And what’s life without a little risk?
“It’s just— Oh Jesus!” You were cut off when you turned and illuminated a tall man you failed to acknowledge the whole time. It was the night guard. Michael.
You turn the camcorder off, placing your hand with the flashlight on your chest while you try to get the rush of adrenaline out. “Jesus Christ— you scared me—“
“My bad.” Michael smiled, unmoving as he watched you calm yourself down. He had his hands behind his back, his hair was kept, his posture was… unnervingly straight. It felt like he shouldn’t be a night guard at all. Maybe a butler, you thought.
“No it’s— it’s my bad.” You managed to say once your nerves were eased. “You’re early, I appreciate the punctuality.” Michael basically cut you off. “I guess you’re really interested to explore this place.”
“I… guess you can say that.” You raised your camcorder, pointing at it. “I can record you, right? It’s just for my blog.” You turned the device back on, illuminating his face once again, but just enough that he wasn’t blinded by your flashlight.
“Just state your name and role for the blog, please.” You instructed, finally getting a good look at the man.
“I’m Michael, the night guard of this place.” He placed a hand on his chest, his smile widening. His gaze at your camcorder stayed for a while before looking at you. His eyes linger a second longer than necessary, curious, measuring. “Do you always record everything?”
“Only what might kill me later.”
Another smile. Slower this time. “That’s wise.”
You should feel unsettled by that. Instead, you feel… entertained. Which is arguably worse.
“And you’re the sole night guard assigned to the facility?” you ask.
“Yes.”
“How long?”
“A while.”
“That’s not very precise.”
He shrugs. “Time works differently here.”
You laugh instinctively, but then stopped when he didn’t. The breeze hummed between the silence, delighted.
‘Note: subject has a dry sense of humor. Or none at all.’ You thought.
“Come on, let’s take this conversation inside. I’ll tour you around.” Michael leads you in the restaurant, and you followed. You, of course, recording your surroundings automatically.
-
You glanced around at the darkened dining area. “Freaky…” You muttered under your breath. You took the chance to bring out your EVP recorder and turned it on. Instantly, it picked something up. Yep, definitely freaky.
“Have you ever experienced anything… unusual during your shifts?” You decide to ask.
Michael’s gaze were on the animatronics. His expression doesn’t change. “Define unusual.”
“I’m sure you’ve heard the stories. Movement after hours. Sounds. Missing time. Animatronics staring directly into your soul.”
“That last one is just how they’re designed.” He turned the lights on, finally making you pack your flashlight back in your bag.
“Fantastic. Love that.” You pouted.
“And the children’s voices people report hearing?” You ask again.
Michael shrugs. “Residual audio.”
“At three in the morning.”
“Yes.”
You felt your eyes practically roll to the back of your head. Strike one. Sketchy place with a sketchy guard. How fun.
You lower yout camera a bit, “You’re very calm about all this.”
“I work nights.”
“That’ll do it.”
You two move deeper into the pizzeria. Michael walked slightly ahead, keys at his belt clinking softly.
“So,” You say, stepping on some abandoned party hats on the floor, “Any restricted areas I should avoid?”
“Yes.” Michael quickly responded.
“Which ones?”
He glanced back. “You’ll know.”
“That’s ominous.”
“That’s policy.”
You move on to another question, “Do they move often?”
“Only when ignored.”
You laughed again, then stopped again when he doesn’t.
“…You’re kidding.”
He tilts his head, still smiling. “Am I?”
Something shifted behind the curtain. You feel it before you see it—a scrape of metal, the whisper of movement.
You stepped closer to Michael without thinking.
He notices. Doesn’t comment.
Protective instinct, or territorial reflex? Hard to tell.
“You ever feel watched?” You ask, quieter now.
“All the time.”
“And that doesn’t bother you?”
He meets your gaze. “It would bother me if they stopped.”
Strike two, you think, your heart thudding pleasantly and uncomfortably all at once.
You two continued to explore the place, your guard up astronomically high. Michael opted to take a break on a random hallway you two were on.
-
Nobody was talking. You were replaying that moment with the curtain earlier over and over in your head while Michael was just… staring at you. He thought you looked attractive, honestly. Easy on the eyes.
You decided to break the silence with another question. “…People online say guards don’t last long here,” you say, leaning on the wall while you looked at the dark hallway you haven’t gone through yet.
“People online say many things.” He answered in a low tone, his eyes shifting on the tiled floor.
“Most of them leave after a week.”
He shrugs. “They weren’t a good fit.”
“For the job?”
He shrugged. “Didn’t meet the standards.”
You scoffed, looking up at Michael. “You like it here, don’t you?” You ask.
Michael looked up to meet your eyes. Something electric lingered between your stares. Recognition? Danger? Sometimes those feel identical.
“You can say that,” he corrects.
“I have a purpose. It’s why I’m doing what I do in this place.”
“What a weird purpose you have; guarding animatronics in a haunted restaurant.”
Michael doesn’t argue. It feels like he wants to say something more, but chooses not to.
You finally shut your camcorder off after hours of exploring. You decide to reach for your tumbler inside your backpack filled with coffee and offered Michael some after sipping a few.
“You ever think of leaving?” You decided to ask something personal.
“Did you get everything you wished to get?” Michael asked back, dodging your question while handing your tumbler back to you.
“Well… I guess. A bit anticlimactic, but I think you’re enough to make this story scarier.” You laugh, Michael just smiles wider.
“I don’t.” He answers your question previously. “Like I said, I have a purpose here; business I have to finish.”
“Can I know what that purpose is?”
Michael thinks for a moment, “No. It isn’t for you to know.”
You looked at Michael. He shouldn’t be this charming in your eyes. Not when he looks at you with those eyes and flashes you that smile that taunts you because he knows something you don’t.
There’s something wrong with him. Obviously, glaringly so. But when you look at them, it isn’t hunger or threat. It’s… recognition. Like he’s been alone a very long time and didn’t realize it until now.
You should be scared, and to give it to you, you are scared.
And yet, standing here with him, coffee cooling between you two, you find yourself thinking…absurdly, dangerously…
I trust you.
-
After chatting a bit more, the exploration winds down and Michael escorted you back to the front entrance.
“Well,” you say, stepping outside into the cool night air, “that was… enlightening.”
“Satisfied?”
“Very,” you reply. “Though I have questions.”
“You always do.”
You pause, hand on the doorframe. “I think I’ll need to come back.”
Surprise flashed across Michael’s face. You were… coming back? You wanted to come back and see… him?
You grin. “Same time next week?”
Michael meets your eyes. Behind him, the stage lights flicker once, approving.
“I’ll be here,” he says.
The door closes gently. He watched you walk back to your car up until your vehicle was gone from his view.
You were warmer than you should be in a place like this. That’s the problem.
He tells himself it’s curiosity, that you’re just another investigator passing through—but he’s already memorizing the way you tilt your head when you’re thinking, the way your voice lowers when you’re trying not to sound afraid.
And gods help him—he’s already counting down the days for when he finally sees you again.
MADE BY TARO.ᐟ any translations, reposts, and usage of my written works are strictly prohibited. reblogs are appreciated.
I started writing fanfic on ao3 about coach Ben WHY AN I SO ASSSS
Starting to wonder why all my friends fucking hate me

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Sometimes I see something really anti-trans masculinity and I have to scroll the transandrophobia tag to affirm that I’m not crazy
That feeling when it starts getting hot outside, it’s rainy every now and then, and your friends are finally free
Just finished tlou2 and I wanna hit Ellie with the fattest brick ever
We as a society need to stop telling every trans man in existence to wear chunky ass platforms to fix height dysphoria😭 like idc if they’re ur style wear what u want but come awwwnnn do we have no other solutions other than five inch docs and shoe inserts?? And don’t even get me started on ppl who complain about being short then it turns out they’re like 5’8 and up🤕 like be so deadass rn

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im sick guys
I very possibly have pneumonia, I have a video essay on Macbeth due in like 6-7 days, it’s the dead of fucking winter, I want to dress like an alter boy, and I can’t breathe: the moodboard
Same vibe to me
sorry since realizing my gender i have zero tolerance for the whole “man hating” angle of being queer i hate i hate it i hate you. stop. you are hurting people.
i just. speaking up for trans men and getting hit with “imagine defending men” as a reply has enraged me deeply on this day
it’s very “yall only consider trans men real men when it hurts us.” we experience misogyny until we try to speak on it, and then we’re invading women’s spaces. we’re not men when we don’t pass well but we’re men the second we’re looking for queer community and are faced with “men and mascs not allowed” i’m tired
@bookslutskye’s tags:
literally this. when i replied to “imagine standing up for men” saying that trans men deserve to be fought for too, i got hit with “nobody says trans men don’t belong in queer spaces” except a lot of queer & feminist spaces, especially online, actively villainize being a man and dump you the second you transition. it’s gross.
I just had a really weird dream where I was a brain with eyes and a singular cord connecting me to a pot of water like a plant where I’d been kidnapped by Dr. Phil and Paris Hilton, and I had to find my body (which they’d removed me from) to make it back to my family, and I remember trying to beg and plead for help with a dad and his kids, but it’s like they couldn’t really hear me, and then it just cut to a search party looking for me, and I was just floating around aimlessly until I heard my mom's voice, and I can’t remember what she said, but it was something about me still loving her, and I said, “That’s the last thing I ever said to you.” And anyways it was weird as hell and idk how to feel😭

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thanks @lisboncy for the tag! love u
list your favourite characters from four different pieces of media and let everyone vote on who matches your vibe best !
who matches my vibe the best?
diane nguyen
katie fitch
ngoh
gogo yubari
tags: @prairiedearie @xoxochb @bruis3dgrl @bloodiebunniemassacre @0ddlyc0re @a-daisys-secret @d1or4ngelic @ange111girl @silkyytears @urbeautifulandiminsane @babydolllblogger @cokebitch @dietcokeadicction @elsalvy @oceanblvdbabe @babybangs-and-a-badfather @coraxoxo @petalprincessxoxo @kidcassidy @s33th1ngg @born2doll @angelblvd444 @porcelainhearrt + anyone who wants
omggg i absolutly love this, thanks for the tag !!
(generally crazy or drinking blood typa character lol)
Who matches my vibe best ?
jennifer check
lee
elisabat
nagito komaeda
tags : @katcantstopthinking @pinkwithjune @bjorksversionsworld @candyneckl6ce @loveandevendeath @lackscommensense + anyone !
thank you for the tag @elsalvy <3💘
which character matches me the best? ⋆ ˚。⋆୨୧˚
ladybird
april
elio
maeby
tags !! @dangeroustaintedflawed @444prilsbae @newwavesylviaplath @lovesjules @cinnagrrl @naturalbornluvr @demiepilled @angelbabypearl @oceanblvdbabe @gravesiteprincess + anyone else i’m lazy rn ;)<3
finally getting to this!!! ty for the tag @pinkwithjune love u
which character matches me the best!!
lisa swallows
elaine parks
sister mary eunice (pre possession)
chloe from don't trust the b in apartment 23
tags: @fear-is-truth @nahoyasboyfriend @dangeroustaintedflawed @naturalbornluvr @american-horror-whore @marchsfreakshow @thebonesofwhatyoubelieve ik im missing tons of ppl sorry
Thx for the tag boo bear (you better vote for this so help me)
Who matches da vibe
Viktor (Arcane)
James Sunderland (Silent Hill 2)
Castiel (Supernatural)
Soldier Boy (The Boys)
Tags: none cause papa is unknown
Forgot to tag u boobear @newwavesylviaplath
thanks @lisboncy for the tag! love u
list your favourite characters from four different pieces of media and let everyone vote on who matches your vibe best !
who matches my vibe the best?
diane nguyen
katie fitch
ngoh
gogo yubari
tags: @prairiedearie @xoxochb @bruis3dgrl @bloodiebunniemassacre @0ddlyc0re @a-daisys-secret @d1or4ngelic @ange111girl @silkyytears @urbeautifulandiminsane @babydolllblogger @cokebitch @dietcokeadicction @elsalvy @oceanblvdbabe @babybangs-and-a-badfather @coraxoxo @petalprincessxoxo @kidcassidy @s33th1ngg @born2doll @angelblvd444 @porcelainhearrt + anyone who wants
omggg i absolutly love this, thanks for the tag !!
(generally crazy or drinking blood typa character lol)
Who matches my vibe best ?
jennifer check
lee
elisabat
nagito komaeda
tags : @katcantstopthinking @pinkwithjune @bjorksversionsworld @candyneckl6ce @loveandevendeath @lackscommensense + anyone !
thank you for the tag @elsalvy <3💘
which character matches me the best? ⋆ ˚。⋆୨୧˚
ladybird
april
elio
maeby
tags !! @dangeroustaintedflawed @444prilsbae @newwavesylviaplath @lovesjules @cinnagrrl @naturalbornluvr @demiepilled @angelbabypearl @oceanblvdbabe @gravesiteprincess + anyone else i’m lazy rn ;)<3
finally getting to this!!! ty for the tag @pinkwithjune love u
which character matches me the best!!
lisa swallows
elaine parks
sister mary eunice (pre possession)
chloe from don't trust the b in apartment 23
tags: @fear-is-truth @nahoyasboyfriend @dangeroustaintedflawed @naturalbornluvr @american-horror-whore @marchsfreakshow @thebonesofwhatyoubelieve ik im missing tons of ppl sorry
Thx for the tag boo bear (you better vote for this so help me)
Who matches da vibe
Viktor (Arcane)
James Sunderland (Silent Hill 2)
Castiel (Supernatural)
Soldier Boy (The Boys)
Tags: none cause papa is unknown