called out a "creator" on using ai pictures in the eddie munson community. thinking she was just uneducated on the subject, i sent her an ask. she blocked me. she's ignorant and doesn't care about real world problems. she is choosing to ignore the problems associated with ai and won't even consider that what she's doing is wrong. below is the ask i sent her.
ai is disgusting and shouldn't be allowed to be used in creative spaces. more specifically, ai is harmful to the environment and to those who live near those ai processing centers. also, chat gpt abused workers in kenya. you can find out more if you care to (which i doubt you do considering you know how bad chatgpt is and yet you still use it) by looking at allie_202_ on instagram. she posted a full video about the abuse and harm that the workers went through. on another note, by using ai you are affectively introducing it into our communities. sure you say you don't use ai to write, but can we really be sure when you're okay with using ai to create photos? if you really really want to see new eddie content, commisson an artist. thousands and thousands of artists have commissons open. you should support artists rather than letting ai create a lifeless piece of slop. i understand that you may not want to pay money to see what you envision, but using ai is bad for everyone. not to mention. i hope you can see how wrong it is and make a change. by doing that you will be setting an example for others. please consider all the cons of supporting such a destructive industry before you make another "creation".
The year is 1988 and the reader had an unspoken thing for Eddie before he passed. Now she's dating Steve and as they're driving, this song plays on the radio. The reader is suddenly hit with the pain, grief, memories, and "what could've beens" of Eddie.
Don't think about quietly celebrating Marc Spector's birthday. Don't think about how the apprehensive look would slip off his face when you bring out the cake you made just for him. Don't think about how his entire being would soften as you gently sing him happy birthday. Don't think about how for the first time in a long time he feels loved on his birthday. Don't think about the look on his face when you make him blow out the candles. Don't think about-
... we haven't seen this Frankenstein picture yet, have we?
Yesterday I was looking through the pics on the Frankenstein IMDB page and suddenly came across this shot. Which I believe is a brand new pic, unless I'm VERY mistaken - right?
Stunning image, IMO.
I tracked down where it came from (AOL, here) and saw it's also recently been put on some other sites in articles about the movie, so I'm assuming it's real and not AI.
BUT
aside from that
Hello?? How dare they?? The threeway mirror, are you fucking kiddin me? I'm actually getting kind of emotional about it because holy shit, what is this Moon Knight crossover vibe??
Give us Moon Knight season 2 with LOTS of Jake, we deserve it!
Brothers' Best Friend!Santiago Garcia x Younger Sister!virgin!Reader
Issue #14: There's My Girl
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Summary: Why is Jace the way he is? What does your family think about Santi? Santi is dying to see you in the hospital. Everyone can tell.
cw: on the fic masterlist, references to death and dying, brief mention of past abuse, injury/wounds, the yearning
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Santiago
Santi paced up and down the hospital halls, begrudgingly sinking into a hard, plastic waiting room chair when his knees flared with pain or grew weary. He rested his elbows on his knees, fingers laced together, thumbs twirling anxiously, head bowed. There he would sit, sick with worry until his knees stiffened. Then back to pacing.
He didn't say a word to anyone. Not even Frankie. He simply waited his turn in line, as the fourth/fifth/sixth-or beyond-most-important person in your life. Waiting until your brothers finished hovering, perhaps until your high school besties had face time. And whoever else, like Frankie and Angelica, who felt they needed to see you most.
Waiting until there was time and space, to see your face. To touch you, to hold your hand, to even be near you. Waiting until his number was up, until he was important enough to get a turn.
At least you weren't alone. None of you were, really. A big, (over)protective, truly loving family. What person in the world could want for more than these people around you?
He prayed you knew, somehow, that he was dying to be by your side. That he would do anything for you: throw a punch, take a punch, wait in line. He would get in your brothers' faces if you needed him to. He hoped you realized that. He even wondered why he didn't throw a punch of his own, at least at Jace.
The thing of it was: this wasn't his fight. It wasn't a fight at all. It was a private matter. Santiago didn't feel the need to exert his power to make your point for you. Your word and your choice should be enough for your brothers. Why would more testosterone-fueled punches help? The respect they needed to give your decision did not need to be punctuated by an ultimatum from him. You could speak for yourself.
No, he wouldn't go to war with your family unless he had to. He didn't want you to take sides because no sides existed. They were his family too.
But the memory of Jace putting his hands on you...the sight of your body flying backward, the desperation of reaching for you, but coming up just short enough to do any good? It was eating him up inside. So Jace? Yeah, Santi was just about done with his shit, with his general disdain, with his pestering you.
However, he knew anything he wanted to take up with Jace would have to go through Benny and Will. Worth it?
Well, it was you. Of course it was.
But for now, all that mattered was you being okay. So he paced.
Benjamin
Benny reeled.
You ending up in the hospital was at least partially his fault. Obviously Jace put hands on you. Benny knew Jace had beef with Santi. Always had, for years. Hell, Benny and Jace had bickered their entire lives. Middle child problems.
Their dad's intimidating size, similar to Benny's, and stern tone, put a stop to many childhood squabbles. The ones Will couldn't silence first, anyway. Sergeant Miller doled out endless cold glares to Jace, seeing him as the instigator. Whereas, his firm hand would grasp Benny's shoulder to hold the younger, but much bigger boy back from reacting physically.
"He is your brother, after all."
Benny could hear his father's voice in his head, as clear as if he were standing in this waiting room. He swallowed hard. The sergeant would have never allowed you to get hurt like this. If so, there would have been hell to pay. It was no secret you were the apple of his eye. And it was obvious that Jace stuck out of your family like a sore thumb. Benny just wasn't sure why.
He couldn't believe it when Jace arrived at Diego's pool party, after returning from delivering Will to the airport. He made a beeline for Benny, excusing them from Mateo. Jace quickly relayed how you were sneaking around with some guy, and guess who was missing from the party right then? Guess who Diego saw walking you over to your house, alone?
Benny wouldn't have guessed something was going on with you and Pope, not in a million years. Santiago Garcia with his sister? It seemed...well, Pope was so much older. What could you possibly have in common?
Maybe it would be different if the two of you somehow started dating and told everyone? But to bust the two of you in your bedroom, right after sex, sneaking around.... His hands curled into fists by his sides. He was gonna kill Pope if he hurt you. Of all the girls out there, why you?
As Benny waited for you to return from your head scan, he tried to decide who he was more angry with: Jace, for hurting you, or Pope for everything else. Nothing really mattered, however, if you weren't okay. You had to be okay. Benny felt he might go insane in this family without you.
William
"I love her."
Will could count on one finger the number of times Santiago had said those words about a girl. He loved a girl years ago. Ages, really. But she didn't want to wait for Pope while his military career took him away to other countries. Didn't last one surgery by his side. So Pope recovered from neck surgery with his sister. And knee surgery with Will, at your house, a while ago.
Pope was there when your dad died. He was there when the sergeant directed the three of them: Will, Benny and Santiago, to watch out for you - to take care of his little girl. Did Pope honestly think this was what your father would have wanted - the way Pope should be taking care of you?
Your father never called Jace to his side at the end.
He told Will the reason. Only Will. Yet he forgot that Santiago lingered by the doorway in support of Will, when he spilled his secrets about why he struggled to love Jace. To even like him some days. Because Jace wasn't his son.
After Will was born, Mr. and Mrs. Miller separated for a time. When they reconciled, she was pregnant with Jace. And Jace wasn't the sergeant's baby. Still, to put his family back together, Mr. Miller agreed to raise Jace. They worked hard to save their marriage, but they struggled.
With two little ones at home, and resentments in the air, they weren't sure if they would make it, but they kept going, determined. Then Benny came along and things turned right again. Little Benjamin looked just like his father and his birth seemed to heal old wounds.
Life went on and the Millers fell in love all over again, happy with their three boys. Years later, a baby girl surprised them all.
Mr. Miller gave Will the directive he himself never followed after his wife died. "Watch out for Jace too, for your mom's sake. For her memory. He's not like you three. And he and Benny go at it too often. It has to be you."
Will wondered if Jace somehow sensed he was different from the other Millers. He certainly acted that way. But it was as if Jace channelled all his negative resentments towards Pope.
Jace was always jealous of Santiago's easy good looks, camaraderie with his fellow soldiers, as if he fit right into the family. The way Sergeant Miller would wrap his arm around Santiago's neck and ruffle his hair was as if he were a Miller himself.
Will wondered what his father would think of Santiago pulling this stunt with you.
Pope obviously had the right to his privacy. So did you, really. But it was rare that Will didn't know his best friend was seeing someone. And for that someone to be his little sister? And not only his sister, but the sneaking around and sleeping with you? Of all the girls Santiago could have a fling with, why the most important girl in the world to him?
Will knew this line of thought assumed the worst about his best friend - that he secretly seduced you, or would use you and discard you. That wasn't his style anyway. Pope had been around, but the women knew what they were getting into. And he'd grown rather attached to more than a few of them. It was like Santiago had a lot of love to give but had never found the right woman to give it to. He was always on the move, unable to stick around for an informant he truly adored. And the ones who lived stateside never seemed to want the things he wanted. Home, family.
Nor did they want to put up with his occasional limp, therapy appointments or nightmares, no matter how strikingly handsome he was. The timing never lined up for him. Wrong woman, wrong timing, wrong country.
So Santiago gave up, in a way. For the last few years, he would find a pretty girl, hook up, maybe indulge in a drawn out fling, but nothing really serious, especially if she didn't appreciate or fit in with the Miller family.
For Will to hear that his best friend decided to have a hookup or a fling with you, of all people? Totally unacceptable.
But then he said he loved you.
The way Santiago told Frankie to stay back from defending him against Will...tipped his chin up defiantly, ready to take a punch for you, a beating for you, shocked Will. Even now, the way he paced around the waiting room, up and down the hall like a caged tiger, fear blowing his eyes wide.
Will hadn't seen this kind of worry from Pope since Frankie got shot in the jungle way back when. And not a ding in the side, but a dangerous, deadly shot. They bandaged him up with extra clothes and belts, holding his insides together while they almost broke their backs carrying him out. It was that kind of fear Will saw in Pope's eyes now.
Not that your injury was anywhere as serious, but that Santiago was afraid at all - the fact that he might look like the most worried one here in the waiting room, meant you were valuable to him. How the hell had Will missed his best friend in the world falling for his sister?
Jace
Jace couldn't bring himself to stay in the waiting room with the others. Namely, Santiago Fucking Garcia. So he waited in a different waiting room on another floor, asking for constant updates by text, from Will.
Since day one of Jace's life, Garcia had wormed his way into the Miller family at every turn. He acted like one of the Millers, always lurking around at holidays, getting kisses and treats from Jace's mom, and playful, wrestling hugs from his dad.
Santiago went camping and even hunting a few times with the Millers boys, out on the boat, and everything outdoorsy that Jace simply hated.
Jace and Benny shared a room for a long time, fighting over every little thing, while Will tried to boss them around. And just when the scales could not possibly be less balanced, you came along. You were a surprise, and your parents were over the moon for their baby girl.
Then your mom died. Jace felt like he lost the only family member who was on his side. It was always sides with Jace. Without his wife around to temper him, Sergeant Miller's tough demeanor toughened, if that were possible. He had two soft spots: Santiago Fucking Garcia and you. He was hard on his boys. He never raised a hand or cursed them out - nothing like that. He expected a lot.
Santiago, who was older than all the Miller boys, played the role of dutiful first son, the first to sign up for the service, making the sergeant burst with pride. And Santi was all too happy to make someone proud since he had a shit dad who knocked his mom around a couple times when he was little and then mercifully disappeared.
So, for that reason, Jace assumed, Santiago attached himself to the Miller family, as if there weren't enough boys in line who needed to prove themselves to the sergeant. Will followed suit and signed up to serve, and Benny, for all his talk about the old man, joined up as soon as he was old enough, never wanting to be too far or too out of step with his big brother.
Jace majored in computer science, assuming that reporting directly to college after high school graduation would earn his dad's disapproval. But the sergeant congratulated him on his "brains" and said he would do great. He also said, "the Army's not for everybody, and not everybody's for the Army."
Before he died, the sergeant kept asking for his boys, but never Jace. Even Garcia was by his side at the end.
And now, after all these years, after life was a little bit more manageable, Garcia seduced his little sister? Who the hell did he think he was? When Jace pushed you, it was fully intended for that asshole. Okay, maybe he was a little pissed at you too. Always the darling little princess, everyone's favorite. Your dad's favorite. Your mom's too.
Jace didn't have a dad. He heard the sergeant tell Will. And he survived by pretending he didn't hear it. So not only did Garcia steal the sergeant's attention and approval, you stole the heart of his only real parent - his mother.
Still, Jace would never hurt you. When you asked Benny to get out of your room and he immediately bent to your request, letting Garcia off the hook, Jace saw red and he lashed out.
He did hurt you.
And now he would probably never hear the end of it.
The first person you laid eyes on once you could receive visitors was Will. Unfortunately, Jace accompanied him. The doctor only wanted two at a time to visit you, and Jace absolutely insisted that he needed to apologize and explain that he never meant to hurt you or even touch you. He convinced Will that he would say sorry and then leave you alone.
Santiago didn't say a word when he overheard the brothers talking in the waiting room. But as soon as Will and Jace headed off to see you, Frankie saw Pope just about put his fist through a wall.
As horrified as you felt to see Jace, you were equally relieved to see Will. "H-how are you here?" You croaked.
"Came back as soon as I heard. How you feeling?"
Your eyes cut over to Jace and quickly back to your oldest brother. "I don't know. Okay, I guess. I feel really sleepy."
"Pain meds," Jace informed you.
You frowned and squeezed your eyes shut.
"I'm really sorry," Jace attempted. "I wasn't trying to hurt you. Not you."
"Just Santi," you accused, with a scowl.
Your eyes met Will's pleadingly. "Where is he?"
"Pope? Waiting room."
You swallowed hard. "You know?"
His jaw clenched subtly. "Yeah."
Forcing your eyes to stay open, you tried to fight the foggy feeling threatening to drag you under. "Did you...did you..."
"She needs some rest," Jace said. "We should go."
"Did you hurt him?" you managed, weakly. "Will, did you -"
"No," he assured you, gently squeezing your shoulder. "No, he's fine. Ready to see you, actually."
Jace glowered at his big brother. "But not now. She needs rest. And Benny's waiting."
"Bring him to me," you whispered drowsily, ignoring Jace completely. "Santi. I want him."
"This is unbelievable," Jace groaned. "He's the reason she's here!"
"All right, you're done," Will bit out, moving quickly to wrangle his brother toward the doorway. "You're the reason she's here. And we are not doing this right now. Jesus, do you ever think of anyone but yourself?"
You were too groggy to respond. Why were they fighting? Always arguing? Why did Jace have to make everyone miserable? The last thing you said before the meds knocked you out was Santi's name.
Angelica...and Francisco
Angelica was as confused as Frankie had been, until he filled her in on the details. She left the baby with her mom so she could go support the Millers at the hospital.
Despite her soft spot for Jace, she was angry with him. And he wasn't even in the waiting room anyway. Benny ended up sitting with her and Frankie for a while, and asked them what they thought about the situation.
Angelica narrowed her eyes at him. "You're seriously asking me? I have two words for the Miller brothers." She held up her fingers and counted off, one-two. "'Detach, Mom.' Your sister is a grownup and you are not her parents."
"Yeah, thought you would say that," Benny weakly chuckled. "And you, Fish? You think Pope could have picked anybody else in the whole damn world?"
Frankie, ever the peacemaker, scrubbed a hand over his chin thoughtfully. "I think you need to ask yourself why you assume Pope would ever hurt her. You can't seriously think he would."
"Exactly, and this isn't the 1800s," Angelica chimed. "No one needs to challenge him to a duel. It's ridiculous. The fact is, you boys do not see her as a grown woman. Why do you think she keeps moving out of state?"
"Mi reina -"
"I know, I know," Angelica patted her husband's arm. "I overstepped. But, Dios mío, we're sitting in a damn hospital. So...detach. Let a girl live."
The next time you woke up, the doctor explained what was going on. Your scans were clear, you were going to be fine. The grogginess you felt was due to strong pain meds, just as Jace had suggested. The reason for the meds was because you had stitches in your scalp. You could switch to lighter pain pills that evening and you should be good to go home in the morning.
Next to see you were Angelica and Benny.
Angelica squeezed your hand and told you she wouldn't stay long. She just wanted to check and see if you needed anything from home. Any girl things. "Too many boys around here, huh?"
She made you smile. You made her promise to give baby Vinnie a kiss.
This left Benny, who eased down beside you in a chair, the biggest, roundest puppy dog eyes you'd ever seen from him.
"Ducky, I'm so damn sorry," he said brokenly. "I shouldn't have let you get hurt."
"Benny, it's not your fault. It's Jace's fault. And I don't want to talk about him." You frowned deeply, which kind of hurt. "I asked to see Santi. Where is he?"
“I can get him for you. I'm just so sorry you got hurt. I shouldn't have barged in there like that."
A hint of a smile ghosted your lips. "Thanks for saying that, Benny. We can talk about all this, I promise. But please, I need to see him."
Santiago
Will spied from the doorway, hardly able to believe his eyes at the way Santiago's face lit up when he finally laid eyes on you.
"Hey, there's my girl," he breathed, reaching to take your outstretched hand, tenderly pulling your fingers to his lips. He laid a lingering kiss there, eyes locked onto yours, which misted with emotion.
Will noticed your heart rate quickening on the heart monitor beside your bed.
"I was waiting for you so long."
Despite the pang of guilt Santi felt for somehow not getting to you sooner, you didn't seem upset with him, only anxious. He hoped that you wanted to see him as much as he wanted to be with you.
"I was with Frankie, getting Will back home. I've been waiting in line to see you." He eased down on the edge of your bed, carefully caressing your fingers.
"I kept asking and asking for you." You winced at the sight of his split lip, courtesy of Benny. "You're hurt."
He flashed you a charming grin. "What, this? This is just how Benny and me communicate. No big deal."
You shook your head, ready to contradict him. He could tell you were a little worked up. Your longing to see him secretly thrilled him, but not if the waiting caused you any distress. Before you could protest, or fuss or worry, he touched your face, tracing his fingers along your cheek.
"Hey, I'm okay. I'm only worried about you." His dark eyebrows arched with concern as he leaned a little closer, speaking in hushed tones. "You really scared me. How's your head feel? They said your scans and stuff were clear."
"Yeah, just stitches. Might leave a scar. I guess it could have been worse."
His nostrils flared, jaw clenching at the evidence of what Jace did to you, hidden carefully under a bandage at this point. Pressing his lips together, he drew in a deep breath through his nose, biting his tongue for now, particularly since he was pretty sure someone was listening in the doorway.
"Santi, can I ask you something?"
"Yeah, of course, anything."
"Can I stay with you when I get out of here? At least for a night? I don't want to go home. I'll sleep on the couch if you want." You blinked at him uncertainly.
"Yes," he said quickly, leaning in to kiss your mouth softly. He touched his forehead to yours, sharing your breath for a few serene moments. "Stay as long as you want. And you're gonna sleep with me. I mean...unless the summer project is over." Easing back, he winked at you playfully.
"It's definitely over," you tiredly chuckled. "But I still want to sleep with you."
He could interpret that however he wanted.
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