#I WOULD LIKE TO THANK THE ACADEMY AND ALSO JESUS

[keyofjetwolf]

I JUST SUCCESSFULLY PULLED INFO FROM MY TEST DATABASE INTO MY PROGRAM IT WORKED IT ONLY TOOK ME A WEEK OF FIGURING OUT THE FUCKING PERMISSIONS AND PATHS AND CONNECTORS I DID IT I AM BASICALLY A GOD

#I WOULD LIKE TO THANK THE ACADEMY AND ALSO JESUS #life with jet wolf #the all-new all-different here we go again

[weemssapphic]

Hey I was wondering if you'd be willing to write a Larissa weems X reader (smut with a corruption/marking kink). R is a new teacher and is very young (19-21) but is very smart and passionate about what they teach. The only issue is that due to them dedicating so much time and effort to completing their studies early it means they didn't have the typical college/highschool experience.

Larissa somehow discovers r is a virgin and makes it her life's mission to being the one who takes their virginity. Larissa starts flirting with r more which leaves r a stuttering/blushing mess. Eventually they both get what they desire and Larissa is patient letting r try both being the bottom and top. Featuring some nice cuddling afterwards where Larissa whispers to r that their hers and only hers.

Hers and Only Hers

thank you so much for the request, anon! i'm so sorry it took me so long to write this, the past weeks have been a bit busy and i wanted to do it justice. i hope the wait was worth it <;3 it also got a bit long, oops. ao3 link in title, as always.

warnings/content: nsfw/smut (oral, fingering), corruption kink, marking kink, bit of fluff and cuddling, age gap (teacher!reader is 20)

words: ~4.5k

tags for those who may be interested: @afeatherformills @sapphicsbeloved @scumppa @zephyr-is-tired

Back in school you had always been top of your class, skipping several grades before you had even made it to high school. Thanks to this, you had been able to finish college well before many of your friends had even started, and applied for an open position as the botanical sciences teacher at Nevermore Academy. You’d assumed that being 20 years old and barely older than some of the students would be an obstacle, but apparently you’d made such a good impression on the principal, Larissa Weems, that you’d been hired on the spot.

Your first few weeks at Nevermore had been nice, for the most part. You love being in the greenhouse, working with the plants. Your coworkers are welcoming and treat you like a daughter. Even the students seem to be warming up to you nicely.

But then there is Principal Weems. The woman who somehow manages to turn you into a stuttering mess whenever you see her. A tall, statuesque woman with silvery curls, cerulean eyes, lips always painted a shade of bright red to match her manicure. A woman whose smile always reaches her eyes, making your stomach do backflips whenever it’s directed towards you, bringing a blush to your cheeks and filling your dreams at night. It seems you’ve developed a bit of a crush on your boss.

~~

Larissa is just heading out of her office to meet with Mayor Walker, blazer slung over her arm and keys jingling in her hand, as she hears your voice carry into her rooms from the hallway outside. Her ears perk up in spite of herself, she has been intrigued by you from the moment she first laid eyes on you. She had been impressed with you from the first time she’d seen your resume - such high academic qualifications at such a young age - and since having you on her staff, she had realized just how sweet, genuine and kind you were. She had to admit she was developing quite the soft spot for you.

“Keep your voice down,” she hears you hiss. “The last thing I need is for the students to hear you, I feel like they already barely respect me as it is.”

The voice of another teacher interrupts your own. “Aw come on, that’s not true, they love you! But Jesus, you really haven’t slept with anyone? Ever?”

Larissa feels an unexplained warmth in her cheeks, pressing her ear to the door as your voices drift away down the hall.

“No, I’m a virgin, okay!” Larissa can hear the annoyance and defeat in your voice. “I guess I was just always more focused on school than dating or anything like that.”

Your voice fades into nothingness as you and your coworker round the corner.

Larissa slumps back against the door, hands dropping to her side, instinctively crossing her legs and squeezing her thighs together for friction as a wetness pools between the apex of her legs.

You are a virgin. Of course you are. Larissa can’t explain it but the thought makes her core ache with desire. A low chuckle escapes her lips. You’re too sweet, too innocent. Suddenly a million thoughts fill her head: she imagines her lips on your neck, covering you in marks to show the world she’s claimed you as her own. She imagines showing you what you’ve been missing this whole time, taking your precious innocence, revealing to you the feeling of true ecstasy, making you writhe in pleasure beneath her.

Her lips quirk up in a smile, a plan forming in her mind. She was going to have you - and Larissa Weems always got what she wanted.

~~

Shit. You slept through your alarm that morning and if you didn’t hurry, you’d be late to your first lesson of the day. You practically fly down the hallway, dodging several groups of students, and skid around a corner when you suddenly collide with something solid and fall back. You close your eyes, bracing yourself for the impact that is sure to come, but it never does. Instead, you feel a pair of strong arms slink around your waist and catch you just before you hit the ground.

Your eyes fly open in confusion and you find your face inches away from that of your boss. “Principal Weems,” you squeak out, “I’m so sorry!”

“Please, darling, call me Larissa,” she whispers, breath ghosting over the shell of your ear, so close that you think you can feel her lips brush against your skin. The action makes you shiver, and you know Larissa feels this because she’s still holding you in her arms. A heat rises from your cheeks to the tips of your ears and you know you’ve turned beet red.

“Oh, Y/N, you’re blushing.” Larissa smiles warmly, her eyes crinkling at the outer corners. “There’s no need to be embarrassed.” She pulls you up swiftly and you’re nearly flush against her. You have to crane your neck back to look up at her - has she always been this tall? It takes your breath away to look up at her like this.

“I’m just late to class, I overslept this morning,” you twist your fingers together nervously, afraid you’ll be reprimanded by the headmistress.

“It happens to the best of us,” Larissa cups your cheek and shoots you a wink. You are so damn cute when you’re nervous, it takes all of her self control not to shove you against the wall and take you right then and there.

Your heart skips a beat and the air around you feels like it’s thinning. “I’d b-better get going,” you manage to choke out. T-thanks for catching me, Princip- Larissa.”

You don’t look back as you hurry off to the greenhouse, and it’s good that you don’t or you’d have caught Larissa staring at your ass as you’d walked away.

~~

The next time you see Larissa, you’re standing in line at the Weathervane when you feel a looming presence behind you. 

“So, what do you usually order?” A teasing voice purrs in your ear.

You feel your cheeks redden involuntarily - your boss should not be having this effect on you.

“Um, coffee makes me a bit jittery so I usually go for hot chocolate,” you pray this doesn’t make you sound lame, you know how dependent everyone seems to be on their morning coffee, but your statement seems to pull Larissa’s lips up into a genuine grin.

“Then you’re in luck, my darling, the Weathervane has some of the best hot chocolate I’ve ever had.” The pet name makes your stomach flip and you swallow thickly, unable to do anything but nod as Larissa stares at you with a fondness in her eyes that you can’t quite explain, but that makes your heart ache with desire all the same.

“What can I get for you?” The barista’s voice snaps you out of your trance. Before you can say a word, Larissa replies for you - “two large hot chocolates please, did you want yours to go?” She looks down at you and you nod numbly. You reach for your wallet but she swats your hand away, pursing her lips as she pays for your drinks.

“Thank you so much, Larissa, you really didn’t have to pay for me,” you gush out as the two of you wait for the barista to make your order.

Larissa waves a dismissive hand in front of her face, smirking. “Please, darling, it’s no trouble at all, you’ll find a way to pay me back.” There’s a suggestive glint in her eyes and the way her tongue runs over her bottom lip, eyes trailing briefly down your body makes an unfamiliar heat coil in your stomach. 

She takes her drink in her gloved hand and gives your shoulder a gentle, reassuring squeeze.

“Perhaps we could come here together sometime.” 

Her hip grazes yours as she brushes past you and exits the Weathervane, crossing the street to head towards Dr. Kinbott’s office, leaving you a dizzy, blushing mess.

~~

“Alright class,” you call out as the students stuff their notebooks into their bags. “Don’t forget about the exam on Monday!”

“Oh come on, can’t we postpone it?” Xavier huffs. 

“It’s not fair to have an exam on a Monday anyway,” Ajax chimes in, rolling his eyes.

A ripple goes through the classroom, other students murmuring their agreement.

“Come on guys,” you plead. “If you completed the study guide, you’ll do just fine. I will not be postponing this test. Do you complain like this to all your teachers?”

A series of groans reaches your ears and one by one, your students shuffle out. Enid shoots you an apologetic glance and mouths “sorry”, which you appreciate, and you wave her off with a tired smile.

You watch the last of your students file out the door, then turn to your open laptop to get a head start on some grading that needs to be done for next week’s classes when an email pops up in the corner of your screen. You open it and your stomach flips.

Dear Y/N,

I hope your first weeks of classes have exceeded your expectations. 

If you have the time, I would love to see you in my office for a chat tonight at 7.

Please, do let me know.

Larissa

Your palms begin to sweat and your mind immediately jumps to the worst case scenario. What could Principal Weems possibly want from you? She’d seemed friendly enough in your last interactions. Maybe even too friendly. Maybe she felt bad for you?

You hold your breath as you type out a confirmation that you’ll be there, then turn back to your grading - not that you can focus on your work now.

~~

6:59pm. You’re standing at the wood-paneled doors to Larissa’s office, holding your breath. You raise your fist and knock twice. 

“Come in,” Larissa’s smooth voice sounds from deep within the room.

“Take a seat,” Larissa is sitting behind her desk, leaning back in her leather chair, a pensive look on her face. A fire burns in the imposing fireplace, casting a warm glow over her office.

You close the door behind you and step towards her, lowering herself into one of the plush armchairs facing her desk. Your heart is beating wildly out of your chest, you’re sure Larissa can smell how anxious you are. You rub your sweaty palms on the back of your skirt in a vain attempt to calm your nerves.

Larissa looks composed but within her, a fire burns. She can tell how tense you are and she finds it so very endearing. She watches you chew at your lip and presses her thighs together involuntarily. She wants to see how you come undone, wants to hear her own name tumble from your sweet, innocent lips. Something about watching you squirm under her gaze stokes the fire within her.

“You’re not in trouble,” she coos, and you visibly relax in the armchair in front of her. “I just wanted to see how you were doing. See if you need anything. You’re our only new addition to the staff this year and we haven’t had a chance to properly speak, just the two of us. I trust everyone is treating you with respect?”

“Oh. Yeah, everyone’s been really, really nice. I’ve had a bit of a rough day, but it’s nothing I can’t work out.” You sigh and force a smile, eyes cast downwards, fingers twisting absently in your lap.

Larissa stands and rounds her desk at your admission, leaning down in front of you and taking your chin between her fingers, forcing you to meet her eyes, which are full of genuine concern.

“Has something happened?”

“Not really. My students just like to challenge me every chance they get. I get it, I’m pretty close to their age, but it’s frustrating.” 

Larissa nods her understanding. She’s inches away from you now and your breathing is shallow, the tension in the room now thick enough to cut with a knife. Your gaze flickers down to her cherry-red lips and when you look back up, you notice a hunger in her eyes that wasn’t there before, widened pupils staring back at you. Larissa’s thumb traces the hollow of your cheek, causing your breath to hitch, and suddenly she’s leaning in, brushing her lips softly against yours. 

Your pulse skyrockets, you can feel your heartbeat in your throat. It’s not that you don’t want this, of course you do, you’ve wanted it from the moment you laid eyes on the woman. You just hadn’t realized she’d also wanted it.

“Larissa?” You pull back, dazed, your eyes search hers. Her gaze is soft and reassuring, but there’s something else there. You’d seen it in movies, read about it in novels, but never had a look like this been directed at you before. Lust. Pure, unadulterated lust.

“Is this okay, Y/N?” Larissa whispers urgently, cupping your cheek and running her thumb over your bottom lip.

You nod fervently. “Yes. Absolutely.” Like hell you were going to waste your one chance with Larissa Weems.

Larissa moans and pulls you in for a searing kiss. Her tongue swipes at your lower lip and you part your lips, allowing her to explore the planes of your mouth as her hands drop from your face to your waist, pulling you up out of the chair and flush against her. You aren’t sure if it’s the warmth of the fire or your close proximity but your entire body is burning, a pleasant tingling sensation settling in your stomach and moving its way through your limbs.

You pull apart and her mouth is on your ear, her warm breath sending a shiver down your spine. 

“Tell me what you want, whatever you want, and it’s yours.”

You hesitate, frozen in place, fear bubbling up in your stomach and rushing through your veins like ice.

“Ihaven’tactuallydoneanythinglikethisbefore,” you mumble, eyes locked in a staring contest with Larissa’s black heels.

“Darling,” Larissa hooks a finger under your chin and forces you to make eye contact with her, which makes your cheeks burn - you’re sure your entire face is on fire now. “You’re going to have to speak up, I can’t understand you.”

You suck in a deep breath. “I’m a virgin.” 

There’s a moment of deafening silence, but the hunger in Larissa’s eyes never dies. Instead, her pupils are blown wide, you can see her clench her thighs together out of the corner of your eyes, she looks ravenous. 

You are surprised when Larissa offers you a hand and guides you to a door on the far right of her study, that leads to her private quarters. 

“I thought we might be more comfortable here,” her voice drips with lust as she closes the door behind you, allowing you a moment to take in the sight of her lavishly decorated bedroom, complete with a massive, queen-sized bed at the center. 

“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”

“I want to,” you reply quickly, far too quickly, and you want to hit yourself for being so eager, but Larissa seems to find it endearing, as she smiles at you and guides you towards the bed.

You sit gingerly on the edge of the bed and Larissa places a hand on each of your thighs, parting them gently and simultaneously pushing up your skirt, letting out a groan as she sees the damp patch at the center of your cotton panties. 

“We haven’t even gotten started and you’re already so wet for me, hmm?” Her finger teases your core, which is absolutely drenched at the mere thought of her, and you stifle a moan, throwing your head back at the touch.

“Ah-ah, let me hear you. I want to hear every sound you make, okay?” Larissa coos. “Don’t hold back on me.”

You draw in a ragged breath and nod, already dizzy from the idea of Larissa inches away from your dripping cunt.

Larissa plants a trail of kisses along your jaw, moving down the column of your neck until she is at the base of your throat, swirling her tongue over your pulse point. She begins to suck, gently at first then harder, eliciting a soft moan from deep within your throat as she nips at your skin, leaving a small red mark behind. 

Smirking at her handiwork, her hands come to a rest on your chest, fingers hovering over the buttons of your blouse.

“I’ve wanted you from the second I first laid eyes on you. Such a pretty, innocent little thing. May I?” The question is doused in carnal desire, Larissa’s voice low and wanting.

“Yes,” you whisper, your eyes following her fingers, long and slender, as they deftly work their way down your top, pushing it down your shoulders and then moving to the zipper at the side of your skirt. 

You feel exposed, sitting on Larissa’s bed in just your bra and underwear, face and chest flushed, but something about Larissa’s tender gaze and soft touch make you feel safe. Her hands move from your flesh to her own, tugging at the zipper of her cream colored dress, and your eyes watch as she drags it down her curves at a tantalizing pace until it pools at her feet. 

Larissa’s knees come up to straddle your lap, pulling you further up the bed with her until you’re resting against her pillows. She’s hovering over you now, one hand on either side of your head, your bodies pressed against each other. 

“Are you comfortable?” Her lips brush against yours and you whimper, nodding into the kiss, which Larissa deapens with a groan.

Her hand comes down to your side, moving under your back to unclasp your bra and pushing it to the side to grant herself access to your breasts. She kneads at the soft flesh, flicking her thumb over your nipple until she’s satisfied with how hard it is, before moving to your other breast. 

Her mouth finds your throat again, her tongue lapping at your skin, swirling, sucking, claiming you as her own with a series of marks you’ll have to find a way to cover in the morning.

You hiss as her warm tongue slides over the sensitive peak of your hardened bud, earning a grin from the woman above you. Her mouth moves lower and lower, inch by inch, an agonizing journey of open-mouthed kisses down your ribcage, stomach, hip bones, leaving a trail of red lipstick smudges and purple hickeys. Your back arches into the sensation, chest heaving.

Larissa slows when she reaches your thighs, hands coming to rest on your hips and gently tugging at the cotton covering what she has been longing to stake her claim on.

“Hips up,” she instructs and you oblige, allowing Larissa to pull your panties down your legs and toss them unceremoniously across the room.

Larissa stifles a groan when her eyes meet your pussy. You begin to push your thighs together subconsciously but Larissa’s hands stop you, spreading your legs. 

“Don’t be shy, darling,” she coos, pressing her lips to your inner thigh, and you feel yourself drip at the action. “Look at that pretty little cunt, so ready for me.”

The coil behind your navel tightens as Larissa’s kisses come closer to your core, until - finally - her lips make contact with your center. Her tongue traces a path through your folds, from your entrance to your clit, gathering your juices in her mouth. She moans at this first taste of you, you taste even better than she could have imagined. The scent of your arousal floods her senses and spurs her on as she begins to lap your pussy, enjoying the unfiltered moans that are escaping your lips. 

“Fuck- Larissa,” you moan as Larissa’s tongue begins to circle your bundle of nerves. Your knuckles are white as you grasp desperately at the sheets, head tilted back in pleasure. You spread your legs wider, arching your back and rocking your hips into her mouth.

“Look at me,” Larissa demands. You force your eyes to meet hers, both of your pupils blown with desire. Larissa has never looked sexier, her lipstick smudged, chest heaving. Your juices glisten on her chin and the sight brings a blush to your cheeks. “Who do you belong to?”

The question alone nearly snaps the hot coil in your stomach, goosebumps erupting all over your body. You’re so desperately turned on by her.

“You.” The answer comes out in a breathed whisper, your hips twitch wantonly toward Larissa, you need her again. She takes your sensitive bud in her mouth, sucking gently. The vibration of her moans against your pussy have you bucking your hips up, desperate to get more friction, when you feel nimble fingers trace lazy patterns at your entrance. 

“Fuck, Larissa, I need more,” you mewl, your hands coming up to rest on the back of Larissa’s head, pushing her closer to your dripping cunt. Larissa hums and you can feel her smile as she pushes two fingers inside of you, beginning a slow, steady pace. Your nails scratch at her scalp as you ride her face, pushing your hips forward to take her fingers deeper.

“Yes, right there, right- ahh- Larissa!” Larissa makes note of every sound coming from your mouth, how your body responds to every touch, enjoying how she’s able to make you come undone. She’s drunk on the feeling of you, the smell of you, the sound of you. So innocent, so sweet - moaning above her, screaming her name in a moment of pure desire. Knowing she’s the one to be able to give you this experience. 

Your thighs begin to tremble as Larissa’s fingers curl inside of you, drawing a strangled moan from your lips as you teeter on the edge of your orgasm. Larissa’s tongue sucks at your clit, her fingers increasing their pace, your legs shaking as the coil in your belly snaps, rocking your hips into Larissa’s face as you ride out your high. 

She flattens her tongue against your cunt and laps up the juices flowing from you with a satisfied hum, coming up to lay beside you and latching her lips onto yours, allowing you to taste yourself on her tongue. 

“You did so well for me, love,” she whispers, caressing your cheek. “Do you need anything? Water? Do you want me to clean you up?”

You appreciate the sentiment but the thought of stopping without being able to worship the goddess in front of you is disappointing. You hesitate a moment before reaching behind Larissa’s back and stopping your fingers at the clasp of her lacy bra. She’s watching you curiously and her breath hitches audibly at the touch of your fingers.

“May I?” Larissa nods, cheeks pink and pupils wide and you know you’ve never seen anyone more adorable or sexy. You undo the clasp of her bra and a moment later, your hands are on her matching panties and she’s helping you tug them down her legs. 

“Show me what you like.” You need to know how to worship her right. Larissa whines, bringing her hand between her legs. She props up her leg so that you have a perfect view of her glistening cunt, absolutely drenched only for you. You can feel yourself getting wet again, your own cum pooling between your legs and dripping down your thighs. Your gaze is fixated on Larissa’s long fingers as they run through the length of her own folds to coat themselves in her slick. She reaches her clit, allowing her head to fall back as her fingers draw languid circles over the sensitive nub. 

A groan falls from your lips and Larissa’s sapphire eyes meet yours. She stops pleasuring herself and instead her fingers circle your wrist, gently guiding your hand to her center. She mewls as you tease her entrance, allowing her legs to fall open and pushing her hips towards you in a desperate attempt to get you closer, growing impatient with need.

You dip two fingers into her center, pushing gently, watching in amazement as Larissa’s eyelids flutter shut, her mouth parting to let out breathy groans of affirmation as you bring your thumb to her swollen bundle of nerves.

The moans she lets out begin to get filthier and filthier as you pick up your pace, eyes trained on her core.

“Does this feel good?” 

“So, so good, Y/N,” Larissa groans, eyes rolling back in her head as your fingers find the spongy spot inside of her. “Deeper - right there, just like that.”

Larissa grasps forward to weave her hands around the back of your neck, pulling you in for a bruising kiss. Her tongue moves against yours, her breathing hot and needy. She whines into your mouth as your fingers pump in and out of her, and her fingers find purchase in your hair, curling themselves in your tresses and pulling back gently.

Your eyes are wide with lust as Larissa’s arousal drips down your fingers, a pitiful moan falling from your lips as you feel Larissa begin to clench around your fingers as if trying to keep you there. Throwing caution to the wind, you add a third finger, eliciting a delicious gasp from the woman in front of you.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come!” Larissa’s thighs begin to shake, hips thrusting up erratically to meet your fingers which are knuckle deep in her cunt, stretching her out, curling into her sweet spot. You watch in awe as Larissa slowly comes undone, her fingers tightening their grip in your hair as she shudders against you, her essence leaking out of her center.

Not breaking eye contact, you bring your fingers to your mouth to suck them clean, moaning at the taste of Larissa on your tongue. You have never tasted anything so divine. Larissa crawls over to you and sinks back onto the pillows with a sigh, watching you through heavy-lidded eyes. 

“Come,” Larissa whispers softly, and you allow her to wrap her arms around you. You relish the feeling of your bodies pressed against each other, enjoying the warmth of her bare skin. Her fingers trace the bruised marks she’d made with her mouth, her touch light as a feather. She entwines her long legs with yours, rubbing your calves together gently. 

She allows you to bury your head in her neck and you breathe in the scent of her, sweat mingling with musky perfume and the smell of her sheets. 

“You did so well for me, my sweet one. Thank you for trusting me,” Larissa coos, rocking you against her, pressing a kiss to your forehead. Larissa ducks her head down, her breath on your cheek causing you to shiver pleasantly as she whispers her next words. “You are mine, darling. Only mine.”

“I am yours,” you whisper back sleepily, the adoration in your gaze mirroring her own as you snuggle into her chest, sighing contentedly. The pads of Larissa’s fingers stroke up and down your arms as she waits for your breathing to even out before allowing herself to follow suit, thinking to herself that she would gladly spend every night like this with your head on her chest and your legs tangled in hers. Your words echo in her head as she drifts off to sleep - you are hers.

#larissa weems #larissa weems x reader #principal weems x reader #principal weems #larissa x reader

[babytarttdoodoo]

The team somehow find out about what Jamie’s dad did in Amsterdam and are horrified/furious.

I’m skipping ahead to write this one because it won’t leave my brain alone. I apologise to all readers for the pain this is about to inflict.

If it makes you feel better, I am not okay after writing it.

It will also be in multiple parts since I really feel like the Reveal and the Reaction are things that need separate room to breathe.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 (pending)

(Prompt Fill Masterpost)

—

It came down to the timing, really.

Every locker room Jamie had ever been in had worked its way around to this topic sooner or later. Especially in the Academy, where the typical teenaged obsession with ‘who had done it’ reigned supreme.

Jamie had never had a problem with it. He’d shrugged or laughed or lied and no one ever called him out. He was Jamie Fucking Tartt, after all.

He’d never had to breathe a word about Amsterdam.

Telling Roy had been a spur of the moment decision, and one that hadn’t really bothered him at the time. It hadn’t fundamentally altered their friendship or made Roy tiptoe around him (thank fuck).

But his reaction - Jesus. Must have been traumatising. - had played on Jamie’s mind. So much so that when his talks with Dr Sharon had broached the subject of ‘intimacy’, he thought it was probably worth bringing up.

Yeah. That conversation had gone a bit differently.

And now, here Jamie was, two days into processing his freshly unpacked trauma and his teammates were cheerfully regaling each other with stories about losing their virginity.

Fan-fucking-tastic.

“It was my last night before flying out here.” Sam was telling the group, a sweet, bashful smile on his face.

“Didn’t know you’d had a girlfriend back home.” Isaac chimed in.

“We had already decided to break up, instead of doing the whole long-distance thing,” Sam explained. “It was a nice way to say goodbye, though.”

There was a general sound of agreement and Richard took the opportunity to launch into a questionable story about charming a runway model at the ripe age of 17.

Jamie just continued getting changed in silence, letting the voices wash over him and trying not to let the sudden nausea show on his face. Removing his jersey felt like a Herculean task when all he wanted to do was get the fuck out of here.

Sam’s experience sounded like something out of one of Ted’s rom-coms. That was good. That’s what someone as nice as Sam deserved.

What had Jamie deserved, then?

He quickly cut off that line of thought. He didn’t want to do this. He didn’t want to think about it. Not here. Not now.

It was like trying to cover up an open wound when everyone else had a morbid impulse to poke at it.

A ripple of laughter pulled him back to the room and set his teeth on edge. He pulled a fresh shirt over his head and tried to breathe through the swelling, pulsating anger and shame that threatened to surface.

It was utter bullshit. He hadn’t thought about what had happened with anything more than vague disgust and detachment for years. A whole decade, even. Fuck Dr Sharon and Roy and all these giggling idiots for changing that.

“Oi, you’ve gone quiet, Jamie.”

A few curious eyes turned in his direction and the only thing that stopped him from shrinking away was years of playing at being untouchable.

Instead, Jamie scoffed and plastered on a smile, hiding his fists in his clothes and digging his nails as deep into his palms as they would go. “Eh, a gentleman never tells, mate.”

But he had hesitated a second too long and he saw the potential for mischief light up in a few faces. They knew him too well, he realised, the knowledge churning in his gut.

He wasn’t Jamie Fucking Tartt here. He was just Jamie.

“You are not a gentleman.” Richard stated bluntly, eyebrows raised and a grin playing at the corners of his mouth.

“That is true.” Jan agreed, because of course he fucking did. “You have bragged many times about being with women.”

“What happened, amigo?” It wasn’t fucking fair that Dani sounded so genuinely interested.

“Maybe she didn’t like his pink pants.” Isaac threw in and it drew another round of laughter. The noise echoed in Jamie’s head.

He knew, he knew they were just teasing because they didn’t know better. They were being dickheads because they were always kind of dickheads to each other. It was banter. On any other day it would be fine.

His neon underwear had nearly caused a riot the week before and it had been hilarious.

Why couldn’t he just act like it was funny now?

“It’s none of your fucking business.” he finally managed, not quite keeping the harsh edge out of his tone. He turned away and pretended to be looking for something in his bag so he wouldn’t have to meet anyone’s eyes.

“C’mon, mate, can’t be more embarrassing than mine.” Colin added easily, utterly comfortable with the conversation, in spite of all the implications it had for him specifically. Jamie really fucking admired that.

He was ridiculously, fiercely envious of it.

“Guys, he doesn’t have to talk about it if he doesn’t want to.” Sam admonished lightly. He was offering him a liferaft and it rankled at Jamie in all the wrong ways.

He didn’t need fucking saving. He wasn’t some soft, delicate little thing that needed Sam Obisanya of all people rushing to his rescue.

Suddenly, he was speaking without having made any conscious decision to do so.

“14.” Jamie’s voice was too loud, too sharp in this safe space that on any other day felt like home. But his fingers were clenching and unclenching, and his shoulders were coiled tight, and there was a rushing in his ears.

The vitriol pooled like acid on his tongue and Jamie couldn’t help but spew it out before it began to eat him away.

“I were 14.” He smirked and it felt wrong. It felt cruel and bitter. He rounded on Colin and relished in the flicker of unease that crossed his face. “No fucking idea how old she were but I can tell you how much my dad paid for her to fuck me straight.”

The silence should have been oppressive, he thought distantly. The way the air stilled should have made it hard to breathe. The colour leaching from not just Colin’s face, but Jan’s and Richard’s on either side, should have been concerning.

It just felt freeing, in a twisted, emptying sort of way.

“Jamie-”

“No! No, it’s alright!” Jamie turned wild eyes and a manic grin on Sam, finding it abstractly funny that the younger player took a step back. “You wanted details, right?”

He shrugged, looking around at the slack faces of his teammates. He’d moved forward, he realised, making himself the centre of attention. Typical.

“Tell you what, yeah? Next time we’re in Amsterdam, I’ll take you all on a little tour. Don’t remember her name but I’m pretty sure I could find the place again, no problem.”

And he probably could. He remembered his dad talking to some bloke smoking in a doorway while Jamie stood in the rain, confused. He remembered loud people and neon lights all around. He remembered how the place had smelled when he’d been pulled inside…

Someone else was saying his name now. He didn’t care. He just got louder.

“You wanted a show, didn’t you Thierry? We could put on a repeat performance. Play-by-play reenactment, ‘cept you’ve got to think I can do better now, right? Better with age and all that.”

Arms closed around him from behind and whatever vile shit he was about to spray out into the atmosphere died in his throat. Jamie’s entire body bucked, trying to break away.

“Fuck off!”

It didn’t sound like his voice, a screeching snarl that cracked partway through.

“Jamie.” Roy’s voice in his ear. Roy’s arms around his chest. “Jamie. Stop. Don’t make it worse.”

And what response was there to that except to laugh? Fucking hilarious, that one. Too little too fucking late.

Jamie only registered that he was being half pulled, half carried out of the locker room when the laughter started to hitch in his chest. When the air wasn’t coming like it was supposed to. When Roy manhandled him into an office chair and the tears started in earnest.

All the fight went out of him like a marionette with its strings cut and he just cried.

(TBC)

#legitimately had to go for a walk in the rain after writing this #jamie tartt #fic prompts #my fic #ted lasso #afc richmond

[diazsdimples]

Fuck It Friday!!

Tagged by the ever wonderful @theotherbuckley and @wikiangela 💙

Finally got more of the Eddie/Buck first meeting done! Hope you enjoy!

Buck lets his eyes travel over Eddie again (listen, the guy is hot and he just hugged Buck, he’s only human) and it’s then that he notices the LAFD Fire Academy logo on the back of his shirt. In the back of his head, he can hear Carrie’s voice excitedly saying, “his Daddy’s gonna be a firefighter too!”. “H-hey, are you at the academy?” Buck asks, twisting his fingers with a sudden wave of anxiety. Eddie quirks an eyebrow, which looks, frankly, adorable. “Yeah, why?” “Well I – uh – I just finished my probationary year with the 118 and was thinking if you ever needed any help, with like training or whatever, that I’d be happy to lend a hand?” Buck’s got no idea why his heart rate has suddenly ratcheted up in pace, but then Eddie looks at him with a sort of tentative hopefulness, as if he’s deciding if he allows himself to accept help for the first time in his life, and Buck’s stomach does some very unhelpful backflips. ���You’re in the LAFD?” Eddie asks, “with the 118?” His brows furrow and Buck’s heart catches in his throat. Is this weird? Is Buck being too much? Eddie looks like he’s thinking and then suddenly his face clears, a grin breaking through and he points at Buck. “Wait a second, you’re Buckley?” It’s definitely not what Buck was expecting, and he stands there dumbfounded for a second before finding his voice. “Uh, yeah?” he says eloquently. Eddie tips back his head and laughs, and Buck’s more confused than ever. “Oh man, you’ve got quite the reputation at the academy Buck” Eddie chuckles. Buck’s pretty sure his brain has been replaced with a family of small crickets. A reputation? Doing what? He nervously thinks back to his early days with the 118, of how he’d steal fire trucks to sleep with women (hey, he couldn’t exactly bring them home, right? And a man has… urges) and wonders if that managed to trickle its way down to the academy. “Uh,” he laughs nervously, “what do you mean by a reputation? I didn’t –“ “You’ve got like, all the records on the scenarios and exercises, man, I’m constantly trying to beat them, but I just can’t get there. And now I know you did all that whilst also being a single father? Jesus.” The way Eddie’s looking at Buck, almost with a sort of reverence, is absolutely insane. He’s hugely relieved that Eddie wasn’t about to bring up his old nickname of “firehose” (coined by one of the other academy members after catching him in the showers with one of the guest speakers) and if he’s totally honest, just a tiny bit smug that no one else has managed to beat his records. “Well, ya know, work hard, reap the rewards, right?” he replies, instantly realising that he sounds like a cocky ass. “Right, right,” Eddie says distractedly, pulling out his phone. He looks back up at Buck, hesitating for a second, before stretching out his phone to him. “Hey do you think I could maybe get your number? I just – I could probably do with a bit of help with my certification tests, and if Christopher and Carrie are going to be friends then it might be –“ “Of course!” Buck grabs Eddie’s phone, maybe a little eagerly, and keys in his number. He contemplates setting his nickname to “Sexy Firefighter Dad” but decides against it. Makes him feel too old anyway, that’s something Bobby would go by. When he finally hands Eddie’s phone back to him, he’s blushing furiously. It’s been years since someone asked for his number for anything other than sexual. “Thanks man,” Eddie says appreciatively and Buck waves him off. “No problem. Who knows, we might end up real close.” He winks cheekily and is delighted to see Eddie’s cheeks pink up a little.

tagging @daffi-990 @watchyourbuck @hippolotamus @cal-daisies-and-briars @puppyboybuckley @disasterbuckdiaz @thewolvesof1998 @rainbow-nerdss @spotsandsocks @jesuisici33 @fortheloveofbuddie @wildlife4life @evanbegins @buckbuckgoose @bucksbackwardcap @exhuastedpigeon @tizniz @smilingbuckley @housewifebuck @steadfastsaturnsrings @slightlyobsessedwitheverything @nmcggg and anyone else who wants to join

#btw I imagine all the mums at pickup watching this with interest #just ya know #cause they're hot #single dads au #single dad buck #buddie #eddie diaz #911 abc #911 buddie #evan buckley #911verse #911 fanfic

[ijustwanttoreadfanfiction]

Friendly Sex - Chapter 3 - Rewards & Curfews

Eddie Munson x AFAB!Reader

Summary - Eddie makes good on his promise.

A/N - This chapter is 99% smut, with 1% plot at the very end, like it's filthy so I hope you don't think less of me. Reader has a Dad who I have semi modelled off of Mr Stratford from 10 Things I Hate About You, but we'll have more on him later.

I also just wanted to take the time to thank everyone who has interacted with this story so far, it really does mean a lot.

Chapter warnings: (MDI) 18+ only, oral sex (f & m receiving), vaginal fingering, overstimulation, dirty talk, swearing, consensual use of the word slut.

Updated version posted 02/04/23

Tag list: @avalon-wolf

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Eddie hoists you into the back of the van, your giggling smothered by his heated kisses. "Lay down for me sweetheart."

You raise an eyebrow looking at the scuffed and dirty baseboards which made up the floor.

"Such a spoiled brat." He huffs with a laugh, shucking his cut and jacket off, placing them down like a blanket, you perch daintily careful not to sit on any of his pin badges, watching in anticipation as he slams the van doors shut.

Eddie on his knees was some sight to see, you lean forward, pulling him to you by the hem of his well worn Hellfire Club t-shirt. Eddie was, in your opinion, an extremely good kisser; his full lips plush and soft against yours, tongue swiping gently for access. You would have been happy to make out with him in the back of the van for hours, but Eddie has other ideas.

  "I wanna see that pretty cunt of yours properly princess." He growls, unbuttoning your skirt roughly pulling it down along with your panties, throwing them somewhere towards the front seat of the van. You made to reach down to unzip your knee highs but he batted your hands away. "Boots stay on sweetheart." He says with a devastating wink., 

All you can do is lay there breathing heavily as he licks, kisses and nips his way up from your knees to your inner thighs, hands keeping your legs apart, murmuring filthy praises against your heated skin.

You thought he would move straight onto eating you out, but instead he pushes your top up slightly, kissing across your stomach. You could feel him smiling against you as he drifted over a ticklish spot, doing it again so your muscles jumped. He makes a tiny nipping trail back down your naval, placing butterfly kisses on your mound just above the patch of neatly trimmed downy hair.

"Oh baby, you are so fucking wet and I've barely touched you." He taunts you softly, hovering above your needy pussy, his breath teasing your clit as he laughs, keeping your hips still with his large hands.

  "Eddie, please." You whine, running a desperate hand through his mess of curls trying to pull him closer.

"What's the matter sweetheart, tell me what you need?" He asks in mock concern, his Cheshire cat grin growing wider.

"I need your tongue." You beg, considering writing an amendment in the pact that stated Eddie couldn't tease you like this every damn time.

"Need my tongue where?" His tone is the epitome of innocence, brown eyes wide as saucers, like he’s gunning for an Academy Award.

"Jesus, Eddie, are you really going to make me give you explicit instructions?" You groan, trying to press your hips up but he has you royally pinned down with a strength that surprised you. He doesn’t answer, brown eyes staring up at you, goading you silently as he sucks another hickey onto your hip bone.

"Eddie, will you please fuck my cunt with your mouth?" You plead, wanting to cry.

“That’s a good girl.” He praises, finally swiping a long languid lick through your folds to your clit. 

If Eddie was a good kisser it was nothing compared to this, his tongue lapping at you like a condemned man presented with his last meal, you pull his hair and that only spurs him on switching from suckling your swollen clit, to tongue fucking you and back again. 

"Oh fuck!" You cry out wantonly, not caring that you sound like a porn star from the adult section of Family Video, Eddie doesn’t seem to care either moaning against you in such a way the vibrations have you seeing stars.

  "Wanna ride my fingers Princess?" He pants, chin glistening obscenely from your wetness, coming up to kiss you deeply.

“Please.” You breathe, catching his mouth in another kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue.

He slips two fingers into your cunt with ease, scissoring rapidly.

“God, sweetheart, this pussy.” He groans, diving back in flickering his tongue against your clit.

“Think you can take another one of my fingers? Hmm? You take three fingers in your sweet little pussy and I'll make you cum? Give you another reward for being such a good little slut?” He asks, holding your free hand with his, anchoring you both.

"Please…" You hiccup weakly, you can hear how wet you are, feel it dripping down your slit to your ass, crying out as you feel the third finger enter your throbbing pussy, with an obscene squelch. Eddie stretches you wide, his fingers pressing insistently inside you seeking out the spot you could never reach yourself, his tongue focusing intensely on your clit. You prop yourself up on your elbows, the scene is utter debauchery, Eddie has a look of pure bliss on his face, like your pussy is the most delicious thing in the world.

Placing both hands on the back of his head, you ride his tongue and fingers with abandon, Eddie lets out a guttural groan, you can see by the way he’s pressing his hips to the floor, that he is chasing his own release in whatever form of friction he can find.

  The speed of his fingers increased, pumping you deeply, crooking them upwards and you feel your walls clamping hard, your orgasm shooting through you like lightning, violent to the point of pain.

"Fuck!" You yelp, thinking it was finished but Eddie only retracts his fingers to replace them with his tongue, licking as deeply as he can go, thoroughly fucking you with the wet muscle, lapping up your cream. 

"Ed's it's too much." You cry out, trying to push him away as you quickly become oversensitive, burning with continuous pleasure.

"I can't stop baby, you taste so good, gonna make me cum in my pants." He whines against your cunt, and you feel your pussy clench hard again around his exploring tongue at the thought.

"Eddie, come here, please." You beg, suddenly desperate to feel his heavy cock in your mouth, finally able to push him off, you sit up tugging frantically at his belt, Eddie catches on quickly leaning back on his calves trying to help you with shaky hands.

"Sweetheart, shit." He gasps as you pull his length free, the head swollen, bright red and leaking heavily with pre-cum. You waste no time taking him into your mouth, tongue lapping up the salty liquid, sucking him deep to the back of your throat, bobbing rhythmically. 

Eddie whimpers, actually fucking whimpers, if you had been standing it would have made your knees weak, his hands tangling in your hair.

"Baby, fuck, so good, oh my god. I'm gonna- fuck I'm gonna cum princess." He chokes out with something akin to a sob, making to pull you off, but you take him deeper, eyes watering as you gag; feeling several spurts of hot cum hit the back of your throat swallowing it all with a moan.

  Eddie pulls you off him with a wanton grunt, smashing your lips together in a messy kiss, tasting each other. You didn't realise how much you are trembling until you break apart for air, feeling dizzy as Eddie presses his forehead to yours, hands rubbing at your arms reassuringly.

"You ok sweetheart?" He asks quietly.

"I think so." You laugh shakily, trying to catch your breath. "You are really good at that." 

Eddie flushes a deeper shade of pink all the way up to his ears.

"Yeah ditto princess." He grins bashfully, both still kneeling, the surrounding air feeling oddly charged, you suppress a shiver suddenly aware of your lack of clothing from the waist down.

"Um Eddie, where are my clothes?" You ask awkwardly; feeling strangely exposed now the heat of the moment has faded.

"Oh, uh - here." He leans into the cab retrieving your panties and skirt.

You mutter a small "thanks" as he hands them to you, pulling your panties back up you register the time on your watch, 23:47 glaring up at you.

  "Shit!" You shriek loudly, forcing your skirt back up with renewed vigour, adrenaline coursing through your veins.

"What? What is it?" Eddie yelps, yanking his boxers up, eyes darting about in panic clearly expecting to see something nasty like a cockroach.

"Oh my god Eddie, my curfew is at midnight. If I'm not home in exactly 13 minutes my Dad will kill me!" You cry clambering into the front of the van, he jumps up to follow you smacking the crown of his head on the roof.

"Ow! Fuck! JESUS! Why didn't you say you had a curfew?!" Eddie shouts frantically, his jeans still around his knees as he climbs into the cab, clumsily falling into the driver's seat. 

"I lost track of time, this wasn't exactly how I planned to spend the night!" You yell back.

"It's alright sweetheart, I'll get you there." He reassures you but doesn’t sound overly confident as he zips his fly.

  Fortunately Eddie knows roughly where you live, as your house backs onto the same street as his friend Gareth's.

"Eddie, my Dad can't kill me if I'm already dead." You remind him anxiously, jolting about in your seat, hands on the grab handle for support as he takes another corner at breakneck speed, your stomach lurching, the time now 23:53.

"Baby I said I'd get you there." Eddie responds through gritted teeth, almost mounting a curb. You were only one block away when you screamed. 

"Wait, stop!" 

Eddie slams the brakes hard, the van screeching to a halt, bracing your arms against the dashboard.

"What the hell?!" He yells

"You can't drop me off outside my house, my Dad will freak out if he thinks I've been with a boy all night instead of at the party with Robin." You explain, quickly checking yourself over in the rear-view mirror, desperate to make it look like you hadn't spent the entire evening having sex. 

  "You could have told me that before I shredded my tires." He hisses, looking furious, as you hop out.

You stand awkwardly on the sidewalk unsure what to say, Eddie also seemed to be on unfamiliar ground.

"Sooo, I guess I'll see you Monday at school?" You say.

"Uh yeah, see you at school."

You nod, starting to walk away, feeling weirdly deflated when Eddie speaks again.

"Or I could - uh give you a call tomorrow after work, see if you wanted to hang out or something?" He stammers, you can’t hide your grin as you slip hurriedly back into the van, you reach into his jacket pocket pulling out the pen from the diner, scribbling your number onto the palm of his hand.

  "What should I say if your Dad answers?" He asks warily.

"He won't, I've got a separate line." You say, clambering out again. "And besides we're just innocent study buddies Edward." You grin cheekily, striding away. 

"It's a sin to lie sweetheart." He calls after you, you flick your skirt up in response, flashing your ass.

"Going to hell anyway Munson." You shout back to the sound of his raucous laughter, hearing the van peel away.

  You reach your front door at 11:59, puffed out from jogging the last few steps, you had done way too much cardio this evening. Shutting the door as quietly as possible, you creep up the stairs, inches away from the sanctuary of your bedroom when your Dad's voice rings out from across the hall.

  "Cutting it a little fine there kiddo." 

  You winced hoping he would have been asleep but knowing no such luck. You poke your head into his room,  determined to keep as much of you hidden as possible knowing you'd had to have at least one hickey blooming on your neck.

He was sitting up in bed with a car magazine in hand and an impassive expression on his face.

"Hey Dad, sorry, I lost track of time." 

  "Was it a good party?" He asks, taking off his reading glasses.

  "It was ok." You reply non-committedly.

  "Just ok? Was Steve there?" He presses, a knowing look on his face.

  "Yeah, but I didn't really see much of him, he was with Nancy." You could tell he was confused at your calm demeanor, usually after a party you would either come home crying over Steve or mooning over Steve depending on the situation, you tried not to squirm under his searching gaze.

  "Ok Sprout, so long as you had a good time."  He says finally, flipping his magazine back open. "And remember to set your alarm, you've got work tomorrow."

"Will do, night Dad." 

Worried he might decide to call you back for more in depth questioning, you retreat to your room as quickly as possible, letting out a groan seeing the state you and Robin had left it in.

Showering in record time you slump out of the bathroom, shoving your rejected outfits off the bed and onto the floor, crawling under the covers head spinning with tiredness. Amusing yourself as you drift off that if someone had told you that morning, that you'd be ending the day with Eddie Munson's face in-between your thighs you would have laughed and then had them committed. 

#eddie x y/n #eddie x reader #eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie x fem!reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x afab reader #eddie munson x reader drabble #eddie munson x female character #eddie munson x fem!reader smut #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson 18+ #friendly sex fic #stranger things

[manykinsmen]

hi jon, i was reading your post about nico rosberg being a divisive figure in f1 and first of all i wanted to say it was so perfectly written i would read an essay of yours but it also reminded me of the similarities with motogp. (i'm assuming you don't follow it)

casey stoner has had a similar experience to nico rosberg, the year he retired (2012) he finished 3rd in the championship and they year before he had won so to many he is a 'what could have been' even though he is a double motogp world champion (2007 & 2011). years later he finally revelead that he was struggling with chronic fatigue (!!!can you imagine riding in the highest category of your sport with chronic fatigue??) and also depression and anxiety. he said that his depression was worse after the weekends he went well for fear of disappointing his team afterwards. so it truly was either his career or his life

also they way you categorized the dead drivers has mythological characters people romanticize really spoke to me. in the 'patroclus' category i would put marco simoncelli. i have compared him to jules bianchi multiple times to explain it. he passed away in 2011 after a crash in sepang. valentino rossi was also involved in the collision. him and vale were really good friends and he has said that marco's death had influenced the decision to create an academy to help young italian riders (cause he had been helping marco) and has called marco the 'first student of the academy'. valentino's academy has had amazing results, this year world champion pecco bagnaia is an academy boy and so is marco bezzecchi third in the championship. he has 4 riders in motogp !!(pecco bagnaia, marco bezzecchi, luca marini, franco morbidelli). simoncelli's dad paolo has created his own team to rember his son (sic58 squadra corse -> sic was his nickname and 58 his number) creating new opportunities for riders. so they're honoring him and keeping his legacy alive the same way charles is doing at ferrari for jules and his dad.

sorry for the rant and sorry if there's any mistakes english is my second language, i'm was just really fascinated by the way you explained the narratives

thanks for the ask! your english is perfect.

i don’t watch motogp at the moment but i really should. one of my partners and two of my cousins are very into motorcycles and love it. like it clearly has the same capacity for grand narratives as f1 does and i am all about those grand narratives.

i think lots of sports fans (especially very masculine cis het men who are into sports for masculine cis het men reasons) like to view sports as a scientific pursuit, as more deserving of their time and attention than art because it can somehow be objectively quantified. and really that’s not true - yes there is a lot of data and numbers, but we invent the terms of the game just as much as we invent the themes of art. and even then people will throw away those numbers in a heartbeat to defend the narratives they have attached themselves to (see everyone repeatedly insisting senna is the greatest f1 driver of all time when no metric we’ve used to quantify racing data will testify to that being true).

people become most upset when their narrative expectations are denied. this isn’t an “oh the villain won” issue - that’s a tragedy, but tragedy still gives us catharsis, we get our emotional pay off, it still fits into narrative archetypes. no, it’s when people like nico rosberg and casey stoner pack up and go home and reveal the artifice of that narrative. imagine if the actor playing hamlet got up in the middle of the to be or not to be soliloquy, wiped off his makeup, got out of his costume and left via the fire exit.

(side note - the original film of jesus christ superstar pulls this off incredibly. in the final scene, you see all the actors, bar the one playing jesus, out of costume, boarding a bus to leave the set, leaving us asking ourselves a bunch of uncomfortable questions about viewing the crucifixion for entertainment).

#nico rosberg #casey stoner #motogp #jesus christ superstar #shakespeare #narrative theory #performance theory #okay there are some wild tags on this one

[julietasgf]

*I crawls into your inbox; crawling like a worm*

Guess who underestimated the homework his teachers would leave her before Easter?

It was me 😍 and I lived the great experience of sleeping 3 hours (I don't recommend it, don't be like me) but thank God Easter finally arrived. I don't know if this happen in Brazil but México is too catholic to exist and if you are a student you have 1 beautiful week off because Jesus did his thing Hehehehe

Fun fact about me. It took me years to realize that the USA bunnies and eggs were for Easter. Like my head couldn't comprehend that we celebrate in theory the same thing or something similar because here instead of chocolate eggs there is blood, destruction and rebirth and stuff like that hahaha

Well, I will stop rambling about that and I'd better start rambling about our eternal debates.

Every time Coriolanus saw Persephone I had to laugh. Im so sorry 😭😭😭😭, I understand that it was a really traumatic experience to see a man mutilate a body to commit anthropophagy and not only he did it, Baby Persefone also ate ate human flesh unknowingly (although that's the most tragic thing about it you know? it's implied that Nero Price resorted to such an extreme measure because he had a family to feed, and the man may be named Nero -you can deduce a lot of things from that-, but I can't help but want to give him a hug because no one deserves to have to live through such anguish, all to avoid Baby Perse dying of famine ahhhh) but I just can't help but laugh when the poor girl is just existing and Coriolanus is screaming in his head "she's going to eat me, she's going to eat me, she's going to eat me"

Like dude. Thats a teenager who lived through war and famine in her childhood, not Hannibal Lecter 😭😭😭😭😭

While we know very little about Persephone outside of that incident, she strikes me as a pretty sweet girl by Capitol standards. I don't recall us having a description where she had an overbearing attitude (like Juno, oh she lives in my head for free) or made dehumanizing comments concerning the tributes.

In fact she was quite sorry about Arachne's death, and even though Coryo was being a jerk to her, Persephone gave him a hug under the impression that he was one of those most affected by said event.

She sent food and water to Mizzen every time he asked for it and in abundance. She teamed up with Festus to put together a joint strategy for their tributes to have a better chance of getting out alive and when the drone mess happened she wanted to talk diplomatically with Dr. Gaul because they were hacked and what she sent to Mizzen didn't arrive (and later the boy died) 🥺

Also Persephone is one of those who asks about Coriolanus when he is sent to D12. And the thing is, yes, I think all the mentors have a lot of potential to explore but under the specific theme of "people from the academy who could have been friends with Sejanus", Persefone seems like a good choice to me.

Especially because they have a lot of similarities in their relationship with Coriolanus: he pretends to like Sejanus and Persephone when in reality he is terrified of both of them and has contempt for them.

Besides the fact that she is Coriolanus' neighbor offers a LOT OF POTENTIAL 🤭 does she even know or suspect the Snows situation?, does she know and get along with Tigris?, wouldn't you love a snowjanus fanfic where they secretly date but she is the only one who knows they are boyfriends because she has seen Sejanus there all the time? MY GIRL PERSE IS JUST WAITING TO BE NOTICED!!!!

Speaking of academy students I'M SO GLAD YOU SEE THE VIEW ON PUP 😭 It's a somewhat cruel hc because damn he's been to Sejanus' house, he's experienced first hand the kindness of the Plinth and yet he resents it. He resents it because his father forced him to spend time with the scum of the district, because he's met him and realized in a way that none of his other peers know how different and vulnerable Sejanus is. It's fucked up. Very fucked up.

🤣 On the contrary I think Strabo and Pliny could get along really well, which is terrible for the whole family but also a hc too much fun to pass up. Btw I think it would be realistic for Mr Harrington to meet Crassus. Pls get together from time to time to do hate hour club towards Crassus (they don't invite Casca because he is too stoned but if he was sober oh boi what they could have done and what Sejanus would have suffered from having THE DEAN be a bitchy about a dead men with his father LMAO...)

As I mentioned to Crassus and Casca I think this is the time to discuss it because BUDDIE I HAVE SO MUCH TO SAY. I love the very realistic aspect of absent or present parents, the past to say the least haunting and shaping the youth causing unintentionally events to repeat themselves - giving rise to very similar circumstances, continuing behaviors and ideologies (I wouldn't say History repeats itself because I'm a little historian in training and I get the pet peeve...)

IS VERY INTENSE.

The case of Coriolanus and Crassus is in my opinion one of the points that best reflects the discussion Suzanne mentioned wanting to explore with TBOSAS: nature vs. the environment. At what point does culture dictate nature and vice versa. Like Marina's song: Savages. Which is very deterministic in several aspects but I highlight this phrase:

Is it running in our blood? Is it running in our veins?

Is it running in our genes? Is it in our DNA?

Humans aren't gonna behave as we think we always should

Yeah, we can be bad as we can be good

Coriolanus did not know Crassus. And yet his influence over him is overwhelming. Which is quite striking when you consider that he knows NOTHING that tells him who his father really was, only the impression and roles that man played in other people's lives.

His grandmother told him of an exemplary son, a patriotic man, a Snow. Tigris spoke to him of a cold man, of someone full of hatred and terrifying. Casca spoke to him of the worst human being who ever walked the earth, of a traitor, cruel and wicked. And Strabo of someone who hated the people of the district and enigmatic.

All Coriolanus has are fragments and he has had to reconstruct his father from them.

That image is full of holes that Coriolanus had to actually fill in with himself. So while upbringing does influence character (the grandmother's role in Coriolanus' care, the woman who made Crassus, the Capitol itself and its ways), I think what ultimately determines his following in his father's footsteps is that he actually built him - his father - based on cultural and social aspects to which he had access so that being like him in such a similar way was something achievable.

I do not know if it is understood (and I think that the excess of homework made me lose my communication skills), but I mean that as Coriolanus does not really know who his father was, and can only try to define him through others who denounce him based on a social or cultural norm, to which he can aspire to pursue it is possible then that he can follow in his footsteps.

If Crassus were alive, if he were flesh and blood, capable of contradicting or affirming these denunciations on the basis of his coexistence with society, Coriolanus could not have been like him. He would have reacted to a living and unpredictable something because Crassus would be a flawless human.

And that mean something. Like Coriolanus idealizing his in a very strange way because she is dead, she is not a human anymore..., although all this argument is under the idea that your context shapes you. And we can't really ignore biology: Coriolanus bears a strong resemblance to Crassus physically. So how far do genetics go in determining character? When he was born blond and with blue eyes - the eyes of his father - was his fate sealed?

(As we know and you explained well when we discussed the choice of Coriolanus as protagonist: the final answer for Suzanne I think is a 50% - 50% and emphasizing that the important, the determining factor really lies in our own criteria and the choices we make and what each one of them implies and the responsibility we acquire of what socio-cultural ideas we decide to perpetuate).

Now my very personal opinion on Crassus and Casca.

While I like to slander the Snow's as much as anyone in this specific case I like to believe that there were no bad intentions because that makes it more fucked up lmao. I think Crassus genuinely liked Casca and actually believed he was doing his friend a favor since Casca mentions he was doing poorly in Dr. Gaul's class.

So think of it this way: Crassus knows his friend is in danger of missing class. They team up to do a paper in said class and on a night of drinking Casca is suddenly sharing a good idea, one that Dr. Gaul might specifically like!!!, it was his chance!!!!!

Crassus just needed to write a nice paper with what Casca his bestie already told him. "I'm sure Casca would thank me, I gave him the encouragement he needed to get his smart brain to think of something to avoid having a bad grade with dr. Gaul!!!!!" Yippee 😊

It's that horrible things happen because of good wills that to me is fascinating. Because Crassus had no way of knowing that they were going to go to war with the districts. Much less that the Capitol would win said war and that Dr. Gaul would implement the college project they did so they wouldn't lost grades

In what world would that happen?

I can tell you from experience but there is no more terrifying hotbed for atrocities than academia and its constant theorizing, hypothesizing, perhaps. People will say ABSOLUTELY WILD things as long as they view everything hypothetically.

Which is what Casca does. What Crassus sees and approves. And what Gaul implements because she knows best, how the world works. 

I think Casca / Crassus in any case is a parallel to Clemensia / Coriolanus because Coryo also didn't believe that doing Dr. Gaul's work and lying about Clemensia's participation in it was going to bring such fatal consequences for her. And if you notice all the mentors didn't believe that they were actually going to implement their ideas.

They were surprised that dr. Gaul told them it was a possibility: it was at that instant that they discovered that the idea could cross the mind's field and become real.

As an aside. I once saw on tiktok a very interesting question and it was exactly at what point Casca will have started to hate Crassus? We know they argued after that incident but Casca could not have condemned Crassus at that point for the reasons he later does (creating the hunger games).

Maybe he complained because he got him drunk!!!, because he didn't write the paper right!!!, or because he didn't need to be saved from losing a grade with Dr. Gaul!!! (And I can very well see Crassus getting upset because: "what is wrong with Casca?!!!!!! I helped him and this is how he repays ME? How ungrateful!) but not because he ruined his life and condemned the districts.

Nah. That came later. Maybe when the first games happened, a youthful bitterness turned into Casca eternal condemnation.

With this, I don't want to say that I am against Casca / Crassus and Sejanus / Coriolanus parallels. ON THE CONTRARY I LOVE THEM VERY MUCH!

In short, I can't help but wonder what Casca must have felt when he saw Sejanus blindly trusting a Snow. If he must have wanted to warn him or if every time he saw them together he thought of him and Crassus (the phrase "like a moth to the flame?," he projects himself). IT IS DELICIOUS AND CRUEL

A PART. See all the ideas we discussed about Sejanus' unfortunate fate if he had stayed in the Capitol?, most of them I got from Casca because I'm sure THAT WOULD HAVE BEEN SEJANUS IF HE HAD STAYED.

Casca mentions that he tried to stop the games JULI!!! HE TRIED! AND MANY TIMES. We don't know what those attempts consisted of but we know they failed and not only that but they blew it. That man had a big guilt eating him alive and somehow everyone let him be a drug addict in an academy full of sons of the elite? I'm telling you that happened because they wanted it to happen!

Someone gave him morphiling. Someone gave him access to a dosis everyday. Someone let him become an addict without ever helping him get sober. Someone let him "embarrass" himself in front of other people, especially children.

Someone did everything they could so that NO ONE WOULD TAKE CASCA SERIOUSLY, so that he would self-destruct *I roll on the floor in consparanoia*

Well I'm normal again. I'll just say that this infodump is kind of like spoilers for the wedding fic because those are my headcanons and you'll ultimately see them there...

About the fandom and the movies:

Really the tribute actors deserve a lot of appreciation because they did wonders AND GOD YES I AM OBSESSED BY HOW AMAZING THE MARCUS ACTOR WAS. THE GUY DIDN'T EVEN SPEAK ONCE TO SEJANUS BUT HIS EXPRESSIVITY????! ughhh yes yes yes you are so right about the angeeer, the tiredness HE EXPRESS

😭😭 As you are also right about how much small changes contribute greatly to the quit any politic aspect of the films. Because even if they are one page or one line details, they were put there to help better convey the big message and getting rid of them, makes the story lose its intentions and strength (especially the choice of cast we already saw with Rue's case, that can provoke strong reactions and questioning, Katniss being played by someone POC would have raised a worse stir but at the same time would have forced an interesting questioning).

In def I think the biggest flaws of THG movies were the choice of main cast (except Peeta althought with this I dont mean I hate the main cast. I believe they were infredible!!! 🥺 but ugh the big message really feel and come a lot lest), focusing on the love triangle (that was so dumb... The triangle ITS LITERALLY ALMOST NON EXISTING IN THE BOOKS) and getting rid of the more disruptive parts (NEVER SHUT UP ABOUT DISABLE PEETA). I'm not surprised that happened, in fact that approach is the one that allowed the books to be adapted to the big screen: because those aspects respond to the market and its tastes.

It's the way you ensure a profit, a business, and although as people have grown older they have begun to appreciate THG more for its denouncing content, the truth is that I'm sure many of us approached the franchise because it seemed on the surface to be something far away and impossible, that had little to do with reality.

Because many products today are like that. Made by and for consumption, just like that.

Which brings me to fandom BECAUSE I NEED TO STUDY THEM / STUDY US. WE ARE SUCH AN INTERESTING CASE

Because you will see these people growing up reading extremely political books while consuming apolitical movies and then you find them in tiktok repeating propaganda and prejudices that the original work criticizes and denounces (both: 1. within the text. Perfect example: this point of people not understanding what Coriolanus does not despise privilege nor wealth but Sejanus having it and coming from the district -btw I agree with you on that. You EXPLAIN SO WELL WHAT REALLY HAPPEN AND MEANS.

2. Outside the text. Again LO DE RUE when her cast was announced???? Its a very sad but perfect example).

The human mind is fascinating. This thing you keep saying about the "death of the media's understanding", is a symptom of a larger issue that ends up clearly impacting how fans will interpret and interact with the text and the film, and that combines with each individual's experiences to get a particular albeit fucked up compression on what THG-TBOSAS means 😭 *scream*

Now.

I think we're all set to forget the angst and focus on the beautiful fix everything Latam Au. It's like happy hour, the candy world where no one gets ripped away from everything they know and forced to deal with violent xenophobia or engage in a macabre game to the death against other children that if you win will FUCK YOU FOREVER <3

I LOVE THAT LGB AND CORAL CAN UNDERSTAND EACH OTHER SO INTIMATELY ON SUCH A DIFFICULT SUBJECT AND HELP EACH OTHER!!!! Raising children as an adult is hard enough but you being both a child, a young person? My god the angst and panic and conflict 🥺 (I can imagine at one point LGB confesses to Coral that she has no idea what she's doing and it's weird to say it out loud because everyone thinks LGB somehow handles it well and is so cheerful and is always helping everyone but at nightfall it's hard, almost impossible to keep pretending and you know I think having Coral looking out for Mizzen around could be so refreshing not only because she could understand EXACTLY WHAT LGB WAS GOING THROUGH, but because I think that while Coral may seem tough and be very self-sufficient to someone like LGB who is so observant and intelligent she could see her struggle to keep going a lot of times and it's kind of like in seeing herself in someone else?? kind of like knowing that this other person who is going through the same thing not only shares the experience but have the same problems in dealing with it and it's like a relief because then bc LGB don't feel anymore like there's something wrong with her or some secret trick that she don't know about? Ah again I'm missing the point?  I hope it's understood jsjsjsjsjs)

🤧💜 A part I love it because that implies Maude Ivory and Mizzen alliance, pls get them together to annoy Coriolanus and Billy Taupe (Coral probably shitalk about them so Mizzen is like "they are my enemies yes" and Maude Ivory confirms it and tells him she will help him in the attack because blackmailing Coriolanus and helping LGB to kick out BT is not enough LMAO) pd: JSJSKS IM SCREAMING BUT I APPROVE ALL ABOUT CORYO AND HIS LITTLE SISTER AND MAUDE IVORY. THEY ARE HIS DEMONS. HIS HELL

Btw I need LGB one day to write a nice song in Spanish to Coral ~

My contribution to the world is to make Strabo afraid of his wife asking for a divorce 🙏🙏🙏🙏 it will never be a bad day to bring it up and pls one year at the infamous Christmas fight Vesta threatens Strabo with divorce IN FRONT OF EVERYONE BECAUSE SHE WANTED A NICE DINNER WITH FAMILY NOT A BATTLE FIELD AND HE'S THE ADULT!!!!

(Although she probably scolded Sejanus too. RIP THE PLINTH BOYS THAT DAY)

What you added to the Snow family story is also canon I have said!!! (Although god we need to hug Mom Snow on this. She got the worst part and I would need to redo the research but I one saw something about a several economic crises in argentina caused migration in 80s / 90s, so while I need to check the years well, I propose that is the reason they leave Argentina and when they arrive Crassus as you say makes THE WORST DECISIONS AND RIP SNOWS FORTUNE)

I AGREED 💀 grandma was the one who manipulated little Snow into assimilating so brutally and I'm sure when Tigris and the others realized what baby Coryo was doing she feigned insanity over the matter:

"I don't know where he got those ideas from although it's not so bad for him to do that either..."

"GRANDMA!!!"

"🙄"

BTW I love the potential of Coriolanus fighting for attention. <3 AND OH YES. THAT'S WHY HE'S SO AMBITIOUS. I'm sure everyone paid attention to him ONLY when he won diplomas and stuff, so he became obsessed with that because he thought that was the way he was going to get that attention - love. Let's make it more tragic with Tigris being the only one who notices and tries to show him that he dont has to be exceptional for him to be loved? Which is more tragic considering what you say 😭

Because the cousins are still close. Tigris always felt pressured not only to meet the expectations of her own parents (I don't think they were strict or cold but the type support her and are proud? Which is not a bad thing but makes her afraid of disappointing them so bad) and her own dreams AND to be a role model for Coriolanus, her baby cousin who looks up to her and who she knows feels ignored by his mother and only has the evil and delusional grandmother putting bad ideas in his head.

But once Tigris is there it is TOO MUCH. She tries to push her limits but maybe she got really sick from stress and had to accept that she couldn't. And it was such a blow because she was supposed to make her parents proud, she would be the perfect, smart girl she wanted to be and even more so she would be the role. THE MODEL that Coriolanus WANTED TO BE? And now she is none of that anymore??? 🥺

I can see how she would be too scared of the idea that if Coriolanus finds out he would not only be disappointed but at the same time let's say he would no longer love her for "be a fake / " Bc she knows he was trying SO HARD to achieve the same sucess that she "had" (and then if you think about she finding out Coriolanus still lies to people about his damn origin).

Tho that fear would ultimately increase with him living with her because even if Coriolanus relieved a lot of her loneliness and discomfort, now is THERE. He can found it.

BTW TIGRIS AND CORYO DRINKING MATE TOGETHER THE FIRST DAY AMOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, THEY ARE ADORABLE they sure ate alfajores too 😭😭 💖💖

Little scene: A friend from Argentina told me that apparently if you say thank you while they give you mate is the same as saying you don't want it anymore so pls Sejanus visiting them and they give him mate and HE OBVIOUSLY IS GOING TO SAY THANKS WHEN THEY GIVE IT TO HIM AND CORIOLANUS TAKES IT AWAY IN HIS FACE AND LEAVES HIM VERY CONFUSED AND Tigris is like CORYO HE DOESN'T KNOW BRING THE MATEEEE XDDDD jsjsjsjsjs

About college and stuff being drama kids:

🤭💖💖 it makes me so happy and proud that you are more willing to take care of you over homework and these things, that tells me you will probably had so much good for your time in college, and oh buddy I understand the horror of buses to get around campus. It's a mess

And yes the good thing is that besides learning a lot, getting lost eventually becomes a fun story to tell others (I have such memorable stories jsjskwjw). I hope you have been doing well this week. Anything you want to tell me please do!!!! And I hope this coming week if you have classes everything goes well and you enjoy it 🤗

HSJSKSKSKSJS IT'S A HORROR TO BE A THEATER FAN AND NOT SPEAK ENGLISH. THE MANY TIMES I WATCHED VIDEOS OF DOUBTFUL ORIGIN AND THE WORST IMAGE QUALITY EVER but sacrifices had to be made if you wanted to enjoy the shows ah.

That's shocking news to me lmao bc I was always a Burr girl. Wait for it really altered my brain chemistry at 14 😭😭😭😭 and HIS SONGS WERE ALWAYS MY FAVORITE although Non stop and Hurricane have special places in my little heart.

CELL BLOCK TANGO DEF CHANGES LIVES I SWEAR 😳😳😳😳😳 AND YES YES THE FANTASMA IS STILL SO GOOD (stop me or I'll make an au of that too LMAO, although YOU'RE SO RIGHT ABOUT THE WICKED AU. WHAT IS THIS FEELING? IS THE ULTIMATE CORIOLANUS SONG. HE WILL DIE IN DENIAL RATHER THAN ACCEPT HE'S IN LOVE WITH SEJANUS AHHHHHHHHH).

I appreciate the recommendation <3

I really liked both versions and this lines stayed with me and I think they IS SO SEJANUS CODED:

"Fica na minha sombra, eu posso ser teu rastro"

🤡... About my new recommensation. Um. I actually got one last snowjanus song in Spanish this week although it's good know I'll be able to recommend the ones in English next time JSJSKSJSB

PLEASE PICTURE THIS: SNOWJANUS IN LATAM AU.

THE SONG IS:

Don - Miranda!

😈😈 I will see you soon Juli and yes you can call me Ika

IKAAAAAAA I'M SO HAPPY TO SEE YOU!!!! 😭

(and also omg I FEEL YOU, it's unreal bc here before the easter is when the teachers pass even MORE assignments than the normal, IT'S SO CRUEL- I hope you're able to rest this week!!! take care, srsly)

((and also, mexico and brazil are siblings regarding this, each catholic holiday I wake up and I'm like "graças a deus nasci na américa latina 🙏"))

LSKLSKLSKLSKLS gonna be honest with you: when I was a child, I watched usamerican movies and stuff, and I was like "my god, how dumb these kids are to think that a BUNNY will bring them chocolate EGGS???" because here we do have the chocolate, but we all know it's our parents who buy it 😭 and ofc there's also the gore element associated with easter (mini me was terrified of the jesus image covered in blood and suffering like that)

CORIOLANUS WAS SO MEAN TO HERRRRRR (in his thoughts, ofc, but STILL). but yes!!!! I was watching recently sociedad de la nieve, and what horrified me the most in the movie (and tbf, in every single media that talks abt cannibalism for survival) is how DESPERATE, how HUNGRY you must be to decided to eat another human. and I'm going to be very, very honest here: if crassus snow was around during the war (in the snow household, I mean), I don't doubt he would do the same, taking desperate measures to feed his family. and in nero price's case, it goes even far, because he did it not only to feed himself, he did it to feed his daughter. how hungry baby persefone probably was for him to decide doing this? but you're so right, it was so freaking funny exactly because of how ABSURD it isKLSKLSKLSKL

(and also, on a more serious tone and disregarding how funny coriolanus' delusions are, it's also worth saying it highlights how coriolanus lacks empathy even for people who are from the same social circle as him, but he isn't close to)

and absolutely yes!!! persephone seemed very sweet to me, and I absolutely agree with everything you said, I couldn't have put it better!! and particularly, I wonder if the whole thing abt what her father done spread through the capitol social circle. after all, rich people hang out together, they talk together, they go to afternoon teas and everything. this kind of gossip spread quickly. I wonder if the other kids from the academy knew, if they pretended to like her just like coriolanus, or if she was also isolated. ANYWAY.

(AND OMG I FORGOT SHE WAS HIS NEIGHBOUR THAT'S TRUEEEEEEE that's such a good idea for a fanfic!!!! imagine persephone being so quiet, she's that kind of person who doesn't talk much, but she's always observing and looking around... but coriolanus doesn't even think about worrying about her looking through the window, so he isn't so careful when he invites sejanus over. but persephone sees, she notices, and she starts noticing other things in school that make things make even more sense... and every single time coriolanus and sejanus are sitting together, she's there like 👀)

and you're so right, it's so cruel 😭 because there are plenty of rumors regarding the plinth family on the wealthy social circle on the capitol, but pup knows these aren't truth, because he went inside their house, he ate from their food, he knew ma plinth's kindness and he knew that sejanus was sweet (bc sejanus actually tried to bond with him, despite the awkwardness; he was happy that pup liked some stuff he liked too), and still, pup participated in the vicious bullying campaign, he even said some of the mean rumors were true (even though he knew they weren't, he knew very well)

this is even more fucked up than the stuff arachne does, for example, because arachne never set foot on the plinths' apartment. pup did. pup knew. and still he went and did it.

NAHHH JUST IMAGINE IT, strabo inviting pliny's family to their apartment. poor vesta is there suffering bc his wife CLEARLY doesn't like her, sejanus and pup are in an awkward silence... and pliny and strabo are there chatting and having fun shittalking about other rich people from the capitol lmaoooo (AND POOR SEJANUS BRO 😭 he wouldn't even be able to take casca highbottom, THE casca highbottom, seriously anymore bc he looks at that man and all he can see is the guy who drinks in his couch with his pa and called crassus snow a whiny little bitch)

(before we get into crassus and casca, I just wanted to say that it's SO cool you're going to be a historian!!! srsly, it was my dream course when I was a child)

YOU'RE SO RIGHT ABT SAVAGES BY MARINA!!!! not only it really describes this whole discussion, but it's also a very tbosas-coded song, tbh!!

and YES YES YESSSS YOU PUT IT PERFECTLY INTO WORDS!!!!! coriolanus idolizes crassus because, despite knowing what other people said about him, he never knew him (this also may be a reach, but what coriolanus thinks of crassus is what he thinks as the ideal man, the ideal dad, the ideal person, the person coriolanus aims to be, and even a bit of himself; and all of that is also a mix of everything he hear about crassus: everything, including the bad things, and in the end, coriolanus molded himself into what he thought of crassus snow, but without ever knowing him). you know that phrase, "never meet your heroes"? sometimes, it's not just because they're straight up assholes, it's because they're humans with flaws, and therefore, they can't be idolized. we can't create a perfect version of them in our heads (because that's what we do with people we don't know, we never talked to; we create versions of them in our heads, as if they're characters).

and that's what coriolanus does with his dead father.

(and yes!!! I've seen a BRILLIANT post earlier where the person made comparisons between lgb, coriolanus and sejanus and the three mains philosophers who mold the tbosas narrative; but even though there are three main philosophers, there are also plenty of other debates sprinkled there. and one of the debates I can see is the determinism. right before the start, when we know that the main character is coriolanus snow, we can bring ourselves to ask: is it a matter of fate, of genetics, of nature? or is it purely choice, a matter of society, a matter of envinroment? and the answer is both... even though we know what weighs the most.)

I REALLY like your interpretation of crassus and casca, and actually, it makes things even more tragic and horrible. that's what they say, isn't it? that the road to hell is paved with good intentions. and also, this is even much more interesting because in the end, it's a big butterfly effect. imagine if casca never got drunk that day. it was a small thing, a small action that ended up causing the most terrifying and horrible event in panem, an event that keeps going and going for more than 70 YEARS. we're talking about 1701 dead children (and I didn't count the 75th quarter quell). and all because of a night casca got drunk... and what possibly was what crassus thought to be a good action.

AND OH MY GODDDDDDDDD I DIDN'T THINK ABT IT!!!!!! AND IT!!! MAKES!!! SO!!! MUCH!!! SENSE!!! I'M SCREAMING

specially because when you think better abt it, coriolanus did almost the same to clemensia (he put her name on a horrific assignment for the games where he said the most horrific things, things SHE didn't completely agree on) because she was mourning over arachne. and he did it much before knowing about what crassus had done.

this maybe doesn't mean anything. but it maybe does. it's just interesting to think abt.

and about the question about when casca started hating crassus: this makes things even worse because... even if casca was mad at first bc of the assignment, let's suppose he didn't hate casca right away (which I think he didn't; why would he hate him like that bc of that? it doesn't make sense to me, at least). that means he probably mourned over his death.

and this also means he probably hated crassus when he was dead, when he couldn't even scream on his face about how much of a DICK and an ASSHOLE and a HORRIBLE human being he was.

I'm sick.

I LOVE THIS THOUGHT, even though it's SO tragic and cruel. imagine casca seeing sejanus and coriolanus pairing up for a school work, and he immediately separates them and makes sejanus do the work with someone else. coriolanus thinks that it's because casca hates him, but it's actually other thing. it's fear. not only fear for sejanus and his fate, but if the first time what happened were the hunger games... then what the hell will happen on the second time? what's as bad as the hunger games, or even worse, that coriolanus snow could do?

and omg you're a GENIUS, BECAUXE EXACTLYYYYYY. because even if casca got addicted by himself, even if it were his choices... nobody helped. nobody did a thing. and it was definitely a choice to let him teach at the academy in his state, without anyone doing anything. if a new generation sees that man, that stoned and addicted man who constantly embarass himself, saying stuff about how the games are bad and yada yada yada... who'll believe him? who'll take him seriously? the new generation would never give in to these ideas.

the casting for tbosas is amazing, all of the actors give their lives for these characters, but the TRIBUTES, ALL OF THEM DESERVE EVERYTHING. EVERYTHING, REALLY.

and yessssssss!!!! I'm not really against casting actors who are different from the book characters, unless we're talking about whitewashing. the thing is, if they kept the descriptions we're given in the book AT LEAST about the seam characters, it would've made a HUGE different in the storytelling. and I agree, I DEFINITELY don't hate the main cast, in the end, I think they did a great job (specially josh hutcherson, he was such a good choice for peeta), but it really weakned some of the messages from the book... and abt the love triangle, the thing is, this was not even the most evil thing of the hunger games marketing from that time 😭 I know it's a common thing that the movie needs to make money, and that capitalism is a bitch, but idk, it's so WEIRD seeing some of the stuff that were marketed around the release time of the movies, specially when we're talking abt a movie like the hunger games.

(there was one thing that REALLY marked me, that was when the marketing team did a line of nail polish, and each color was inspired by a district + the capitol, and the announce had ppl dressed with capitol-like clothes and wigs. and like, it's not rlly a big deal, it's just nail polish, but idk, I wouldn't mind if it was the characters' names or something.... but this always unsettled me so much, it rlly sounded like something the capitol would do, like, "buy the nail polish of your favorite district!!!")

oh and absolutely 😭 SPECIALLY people who did the reverse way, and by that, I mean reading/watching divergent first and THEN reading/watching the hunger games. don't get me wrong, I'm not a 100% divergent hater (even tho I do have my beef with it), but the dystopia in the book is much more of a background thing than a way to denounce stuff. what matters the most is the romance and the characters... where in the hunger games, it's exactly opposite.

and you're so right!!!! even the way ppl talk about watching, reading, listening to thing, it's SO UNSETTLING. they don't say "I watch a lot of fantasy", they say "I CONSUME a lot of fantasy". the popularization of the word "content creator", too. and all of these are easy things, things to watch and ready quickly to pass on the next.

(and this leads me to reflect that nowadays, I feel like fandoms last so much less than older fandoms... exactly because people will move on quickly to the next new thing. they won't take their time to appreciate, to talk about the characters, to make fun memes and read fun fanfics and analyze characters, no, not anymore. but this is just an impression I have, I may be wrong... who knows, right?)

OH THE HUNGER GAMES FANDOM IS REALLY SOMETHING ELSE WHEN WE TALK ABOUT THIS.

like, I SWEAR TO GOD, I've seen people saying that snow isn't the true villain from the hunger games, GALE is. and I'm not a big fan of gale, don't get me wrong, definitely not my favorite character... but how the hell they read three books about a horrible oppressive society and then decide that the oppressed, desperate teenager is the villain, and not the terrible, cruel dictator??? GOD SEND THE FLOOD ALREADY, I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE. and this is not even the WORST take I've seen about this kind of stuff. and yessssss exactly 😭 the rue one, specifically, got me SO shocked, because it really showed how people read the book, but they don't really read the book, they consume it. it was not even a matter of interpretation, it was on the TEXT, and still, people's first instinct was to read the text in a shallow way to the point they completely IGNORED a character's description and imagined them as white.

and as you said, this is a larger issue, because we see this everywhere, in every media that tries to be more political and send a message, because people can't bring themselves to THINK, to ABSORB, to ANALYZE stuff. this all is really concerning, thinking about the future and how fandom culture is slowly changing into a tiktokfication of it (ppl get into a new fandom, enjoy it quickly, don't stop to really think about the takes and stuff, and then move to the next shiny thing; everything is too quick-paced).

I complained too much, sorry 😭 it's just that I think a lot abt these stuff, hopes it made sense the things I said

BUT LET'S GOOO, LATAM AU <3 the only way I can be happy as a tbosas fan lmao

LUCY GRAY AND CORAL, MY BELOVEDSSSSSS, it's even more special bc like, coral feels out of place in the neighbourhood because she can't really relate to the people there, and even though lucy gray LOVES her neighbourhood, she loves the people there, there's no one else she can talk about this, it's a different and very specific type of loneliness. AND YESSSSSSS, they're two sides of the same coin!!! lucy gray always seem cheerful and happy to everyone, while coral seems tough, as if nothing scares her, as if she can handle everything. where, actually, they're struggling; they were barely adults when they started raising literal CHILDREN, and they feel so lost, and so alone even though they try to keep the facade that everything is okay and fine. but at least they have each other <3 and again, with coral, lucy gray doesn't feel like she's messing everything up, because she sees, she knows coral struggles just like her, so it's not like there's something wrong with her, it's not like she's doing everything wrong. I love this concept so much <3

YESSSS MAUDE IVORY AND MIZZEN WOULD BE SUCH A CHAOTIC DUO, they would make billy taupe's life HELL, but now they have a new victim and it's coriolanus 😭 coriolanus can't BELIEVE he's being bullied by two children. it started only with lucy gray, but it didn't take long for mizzen to tag along lmaoooooo

(LGB WRITING A SONG IN SPANISH TO CORAL OH MY GOD YESSSSSSSS make it even cuter if lucy gray is rehearsing it and coral listens to her by accident. but the thing is: coral doesn't know spanish, so she has no idea what the song is saying, just that it's very beautiful. she asks lucy gray what it means, and lucy gray simply answers that it's about someone very special. coral thinks it's about coriolanus and she comes back home that night fuming, poor girl)

THIS IS TO FUNNY I'M SCREAMINGKLKSLSKLSKLKLS BUT MA PLINTH SOUNDED SO SERIOUS WHEN THREATNING HIM, HE DIDN'T EVEN DARE TO SAY ANYTHING THE REST OF THE DINNER. and of course sejanus got his share of her fury, boy almost cried in despair because he never saw his ma SO angry

(at least they had the dinner in peace that night tho)

((and they actually didn't fight for, like, 3 months, it was a record))

mama snow REALLY got the worst 💔 and yes!!!! in the 80s/90s, a lot of south american countries were going through the same horrible economic crisis, because most of them were finally getting rid of the violent dictatorships funded by the usa, and this affected deeply the economy of said countries (I don't know if the same phenomenon happened in argie, but in brazil, specifically, inflation got SO bad that the staff at stores had to walk around with little machines to change the price tags of stuff because the price would rise by THE HOUR. you would buy something that in the morning costed, idk, let's say 5 dollars; by the night, the SAME THING would be costing 10 dollars, and in five days, the SAME thing could be costing 20 dollars). it makes A LOT of sense for crassus to decide to leave around that time.

I JUST KNOW THAT WOMAN WOULD PRETEND SHE WASN'T DOING ANYTHING. she would be like "uhhh idk where little coryo got these ideas from, maybe it's from his school :/"

I'M IN SO MUCH PAIN RIGHT NOW 💔 tigris being the one who tells him how special he is, how he's such a smart boy and he's already enough the way he is, he doesn't need to study like this, or push himself so hard like this... and he would turn to her and be like "no, tigris, the only way I'm worthy is by being exceptional!!! I want to be just like you!! I want to work hard and go to college, just like you!!!" and even though she knows that his overachiever thoughts are not really healthy, her heart melts, because coriolanus admires her so much, he wants to be like her, so she feels on the obligation of being the role model he adores. but everything fails, and she feels like a huge failure, even though her parents say it's fine and she can take her time, what matter it's her health, even though she talked to mrs. plinth about it and she reassured tigris that tigris is young, she has so much time ahead. and still, she feels like a failure. she feels like she failed, like she failed coriolanus, and EVEN MORE now that he goes to live with her, and when he asks about her college, and he says about how he loved talking about how his cousin was amazing and was studying in new york with an incredible scholarship, she can't even bring herself to look into his eyes bc of how ashamed she feels.

I'M SO UNWELL. BRB, I'M GOING TO CRY ON A CORNER.

OMG coriolanus would lie and pretend he didn't miss eating alfajor, he would make a boring face like "meh", but HE MISSED IT OKAY, HE MISSED IT, IT TASTED LIKE HIS CHILDHOOD. he would NEVER admit it out loud, but tigris knows how to recognize his feelings and she's so happy <3

LSKSLSKLSKLKSLSKSLKLSKLS I'M SCREAMINGGGGGG 😭😭😭😭 now, coriolanus is like "he's in OUR house, OUR rules" and tigris is fighting with him bc LEAVE THE POOR BOY ALONE OH MY GOD, STOP BEING A DICK- and poor sejanus is just there, existing while the cousins bicker

tysmmmmmmm!!! 🥹 LSKSLSKLS the getting lost stories are always the best if we not consider the whole despair, it's really the definition of "we'll be all laughing of it at the future" 😭 thankfully this week have been good, despite very tiring, and thankfully this week I'll be FREE <3 but tysm for asking, and I really hope things are going good for you and your classes <3

AND YOU KNOW WHAT? THE IMAGE QUALITY IS NOT EVEN THE WORST, IT'S THE SOUND, because we ALREADY don't speak english 100%, and now w have to try to understand it with the sound ALL MESSED UP 😭😭😭😭 there were SO many times where I watched a video and the audio was so bad I couldn't understand SHIT, I was smiling and nodding all along pretending I was getting it, and when I saw someone from the fandom talking abt a line, I would get so confused

being an a.ham girlie unfortunately is the past I try to hideLSKSLKSLKLS but wait for it is SO good, when I heard it first it didn't affect me much, but listening to it after being older... IT HITS. IT HITS HARD. I AM THE ONE THING IN LIFE I CAN CONTROL, my GODDDDD. and hurricane got me HOOKED, I would listen to it over and over again.

PLEASE, MAKE A PHANTOM AU, I BEG YOU 🙏 (AND YESLSLSKSLSKLSKLS and also, there are so many other songs that could fit too!!! I was listening to popular in specific and imagining it and it got me cackling 😭)

I'm so happy you enjoyed the recs!!!! 🥹 AND YESSSSS THAT LINE IS SO SEJANUS CODED

I've listened to the song and all I could envision is: IT'S CORIOLANUS' POV OF THE LATAM AU. SRSLY, IT'S 100% CORIOLANUS' POV. I'M SCREAMINGGG

(and alsoLSKSLSKSL but I can't wait for the eng recs!!!)

(also, I wanted to recomment another song, hope it's okay: jão - idiota. LITERALLY SNOWJANUS. I won't even say much, it's just LITERALLY SNOWJANUS.)

take care ika!!! hope you're doing fine, see ya soon <3

EDIT: buddie I've just read your other ask with more calm, and OH MY GODDDDDDD I'M SHAKING!!!! THE WAY I LET OUT A LITTLE SCREAM!!!!! 😭😭😭😭😭 I holding myself back so hard now to not comment on it by just let me make you know that I'm SCREAMINGGG

#tbosas #tbosas movie #ask #analysis #au #rambling #my silly little thoughts

[the8thsphynx]

SPHYNX I stalk you on Twitter too and I saw your post about how a lot of River is based on Kotetsu and I got compelled to ask you: what do you think it would be like if your Fate OCs were in the Tiger & Bunny universe?? How chaotic or how well do you think they'd work??

Hello

And oh jesus christ, this is the perfect question to trap me.

(long-ish post ahead)

You know, it's kind of funny. With them being mages and Heroic Spirits, I wouldn't be surprised if most people in Tiger and Bunny verse would just assume they're NEXTs. So they'd probably blend in well, but--

-River

Instant uncanny valley with Kotetsu and them being basically the same person (bc again, I based the guy off him.)

''And where did this other dog come from? Who is he???'

BUT, they click and become friends with no hesitation.

Also relating with the 'being in love with a long haired, tragic twunk with pretty green eyes'.

Also becomes bros with Antonio, resulting in the Kotetsu-Antonio-River three-way bromance of alcohol and partying and non-toxic masculinity.

-Alt Alcides

Don't do that to Barnaby. Don't do that to Ryan. Don't to that to Keith. Don't put them in danger like that.

Maybe good for Ivan, Karina, Lara, and Pao Lin? Second Mom Figure.

It's Fucking Heracles™. The Hero of Heroes. The Champion of Legend. This is her Department. She invented the job.

'Oh wow, you have a dead spouse TOO? Wow that's so crazyyyyy.'

She's Going to Bully Everyone, Oh God Get Her Out of Here it'd be funny af tho, specifically she's going to upstage everyone in ways that are gonna land everyone a bonus therapy session.

Alcides thinks she's being friendly and sisterly, but actually she's lowering everyone's self-esteem exponentially.

-Brier

No.

Would live to torment Yuri. Would find out he's Lunatic in like two seconds and exploit it.

'Hey girl, I got a ticket for doing 70 in the city for the work you fucked up on, and I need you to get me out of it, thanks bestiiiieeeee~'

Actually, because she's unhinged, she would just devote herself to finding the secret identities of everyone and would probably get it all in like one day. Because she hates not being to know anything, even if it's not her business... You know... assassin, and all that.

She's gonna Target Steal everyone. And be very annoying about it. Get her OUT.

...Actually if EMIYA is there then everyone stands a chance. Maybe. Let's put EMIYA in there for everyone's sake.

-Fakkir

The only people she has any capacity to tolerate is Nathan and Yuri.

Finds out Yuri is Lunatic (courtesy of Brier) and has mad respect for him, just wishes his vetting system was a bit more fine tuned and that he wasn't going out of his way and wasting time to obstruct the heroes.

'I'm uncomfortable with how much the bull guy reminds me of my husband. Get him away from me.'

-Adam

LOVES Antonio because of the fact that he reminds him of his dad.

Actually loves all of the heroes. Much to Fakkir's chagrin he even wants to join the Hero Academy, but his 'powers' (magecraft) is so niche in terms of superheroes that he'd have a rough time in most situations like Ivan.

He'll sneak off and get involved with the Heroes' missions, which ends up putting him in a lot of trouble, but he loves the adventure.

#Ask of the Sphynx #my ocs #crossover #tiger & bunny #fgo ocs #master oc river olivarez #master oc brier forge #master oc fakkir arroyo #mage oc adam arroyo #you know its kind of funny how the most powerful mages' craft usually makes for the worst superheroes #my art

[lochrannn]

Hi!

So I’m writing a fanfic rn where post s2 the sibs go on a road trip. There’s no kugelblitz or anything like that. It’s basically the s1 timeline. However, I want to put Lila in it. The only problem is that the s3 events are what lead to her character growth (doesn’t kill Five because they have to work together to stop the kugelblitz, comes back to the academy because the briefcase won’t work and to drop off Stan, doesn’t hold a grudge against Diego because of the kugelblitz, tells the whole pregnancy thing to Diego because of the kugelblitz). I also don’t really want Stan to be in this fic. 

Ok, so I guess my question is, how would I insert Lila into this fic without having her kill five, hold a huge grudge against Diego, or bring Stan into it?

Thank you so much! I'm posing this question to as many tua moots as possible and I understand if you don’t want to answer because this is a loaded question. 

Hey, I think it's pretty cool, you're thinking through your options and hearing some viewpoints to get a wider picture of what your options are. And because you are (hopefully) going to get a few perspectives, I'm going to give you my personal assumptions as bluntly as I'm thinking of them and not fearing I'm going to end up unduely influencing you.

I think the one premise that you're "wrong" about and that will maybe put a different light on the other levels, is that Lila holds a grudge against Diego.

I don't believe that she does. I think that she is bitter and sad and bereft and angry (yes also with Diego) when she leaves the barn, but the only one she's potentially holding a grudge against is Five.

She murders her way into the commission just to see Diego's face. She loves him dearly and all her bravado and played up irritation with him in S3 is out of fear that he might not accept her and especially her with a little extra on board.

There's a great fic by Gin_Juice on AO3* where they work through the tension of Lila loving Diego, being Lila nevertheless and being extremely skittish about being honest/making herself vulnerable like that/trust and resulting commitment issues (although, I've never personally thought or read a fic I liked, where Lila actually distrusted Diego, I just think she thinks he has no reason to take her and the family she brings on. From her perspective she can't concieve of that) and all that against the fact that she has an intense desire to murder Five, violently.

But my personal assumption of Lila is that the version we see of her in most of season 2, snarky, a bit goofy, slightly overwhelmed by the amount she feels for Diego, but pleased he feels the same, here for some good back chat, is who she really is. Not this ball of pent up anger that she is in 2x10.

Yes, I think she will always have trouble to forgive Five but I think she can come to a point where she will understand that he was more of an instrument and the one responsible was the Handler and weighed against an eternal grudge against someone who is roughly as responsible for her parents death as a random natural catastrophy, and getting a chance to live a happy (if likely chaotic) family life with Diego, more often than not, I think she'd chose the latter.

She would defeintely have been able to choose differently to hold on to her grudge and drown in her anger and grief, but the opposite is just as possible.

And holding on to that, a) Diego and her family with him is at the end worth swollowing some of her anger, and b) she comes to the uneasy acceptance that Five is not responsible for her parents' death(she can still hate hims, Jesus, that has never stopped the Hargreeves from being a family), and then I think she can be a fun, chaotic part of the family who sill merry make Five's life hell (he'll do his best to pretend it doesn't bother him) and Diego's too (he'll live for it).

*Gin_Juice's fic is about a bunch of things, not focused on the Diego/Lila of it all, and comes with my highest recommendation and admiration!

Hope this helps 😅

#character meta #lila pitts

[onedayimgonnasnap]

Ok so since you’re taking requests I shall put in mine(better buckle in your seatbelts 🙂)

Ok so you know how Lou literally looks like a piece of snow, a marshmallow, some milk, a literal ghost in disguise?

Can you write a fic where it’s snowing and Lou overhears MC making a joke that he’ll be even harder to find then he was before since it’s snowing and he blends in and he gets the amazing idea to surprise her by hiding in the snow and asks Christoph(The other person who also would blend into the snow 💀) to bring her to where he’s hiding and he just kinda snatched her from his hiding spot for some cuddle time in the snow? 💀

This is very specific but it brings to the chaos

Ok have fun ☺️

I thank you for this beautiful request it made me laugh Ngl 💀-

Warning: Crack, Fluff and Cursing

~Lou X Reader ~

The Abominable SnowMan

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3rd POV

It was a winter day,

Lou started walking around the halls of the Academy for no reason in particular, he doesn’t really know what he was doing but he decided to just to take a walk.

In a particular classroom however he heard a couple of familiar voices ‘Princess Sherry’ and his ‘beloved Mc, which he took a stop at to peek and eavesdrop in on the conversation.

“I 100% believe Lou could secretly be a murderer by ambushing people waiting for his next victim in the snow.”

“WHAT ALL WE DID WAS ASK HOWS YOUR RELATIONSHIP WITH LOU- NOT THIS.”

“I apologize I started getting flashbacks to the crime podcast I used to listen to. They’d definitely Nick name him the ‘Snow Man Killer’.”

“you know what, I’m done asking you questions-“

Soon a creepy wide smile creeped on the man’s face the one you’d see in horror movies.

He then walked off to go find Christoph

——————-

Lou and Christoph sat in a cafe where Lou was buying cookies for him to buy him off

“I’m not doing that for you.” Christoph said with hesitation. Lou smiled not yet disappointed

“Cmon I know I can change your mind, how about I slide in some coins-“

“I’ll do it for 50 and an extra 30 for my good acting performance.”

“Alright don’t push it kid-“Lou’s tone completely changed, then changed back to how it originally was

“How about 10 coins and the acting experience” Lou smiled

Christoph still not buying it now with his brows furrowed; “45 coins and a pony named Nelson.” Christoph frowned looking serious.

“How about 20 coins and I’ll give you a stuffed pony named Nelson. “

“40 coins” “You know what, let’s shake on it.”

After they both shook hands, Lou goes “I would’ve done it for 50 coins” He smiled evilly.

“And I would’ve done it for 10 coins and acting experience” Christoph smirked as Lou looked as if he was questioning his whole like decisions.

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You were studying in your room learning Latin in particular so you could learn to read it more fluently while Robin was nocked out on your bed sleeping away

It was peaceful until

“Quickly MC, I NEED YOUR HELP! “ Christoph shouted from outside your door. You hurriedly put away your stuff and running over outside your door while Christoph grabs your hand and starts pulling you outside.

“There’s no time to explain, who knows what will happen.” Christoph said worryingly.

He led you outside in the cold snow, it was dark out so you were really scared he then led you to the snow then let go of your hand.

Soon something popped out and tackled you to the ground. “AGH WHAT THE FUCK”

“OW-“ a familiar voice yelled out. “HEAD MASTER LOU-WHAT IN THE FUCK” You kicked him in the face again, struggling to get out of his grip.

Lou now with foot marks on his face refuses to let go of you keeping you hostage in the snow. As he keeps you there he starts tickling you. And he gives Christoph and envelope while Christoph takes it while running off.

“JESUS FUCK HEADMASTER-“

Lou then started evil laughing, you then knew this was all set up. You gave him a side eye and a blank stare clearly pissed off.

“Head master let go,”

His hold got even tighter like a snake from a nature documentary.

“I don’t think I will.” He smiled “You’re quite comfy after all.”

You then decided your fate there in the snow with headmaster Lou.

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A couple days later you and Lou are sick.

Phinny and Nix hid from fear as a bunch of yelling and objects where being thrown by you as your were attempting to murder Lou.

#cod lou #court of darkness x reader #court of darkness

[wutbju]

Jimmy Dale “J.D.” Herchenhahn entered into the presence of his Lord and Savior whom he so earnestly loved and served Thursday morning May 11, 2023 at the Lower Cape Fear Hospice LifeCare Center. Some people called him Dr. Herchenhahn, many others knew him as Pastor, but to us he was forever our precious Dad and Papa. His faith has become sight, and we believe he heard a big “Well done, good and faithful servant” when he entered heaven’s gates!

He was preceded in death by his beloved wife of over 54 years, Jean Herchenhahn; his parents, A.B. and Iva Herchenhahn, two brothers, Allen Herchenhahn and Fred Herchenhahn; and five sisters, Lucille Jones, Jean Brunson, Gayle Mattheiss, Dawn Gunderson, and Louise Bates.

Jim loved his family dearly and will be most missed by his three children, Janna (Jeff) Attoe of Hampstead, Jay (Gina) Herchenhahn of Lancaster, SC, and Joy (Brad) Barth of Kernersville, NC; grandchildren Jensen (Ray) Rivera, Jonah Attoe, Jayse Attoe, Kalli Herchenhahn, Kassi Herchenhahn, Khloe Herchenhahn, Caleb Herchenhahn, Cooper Barth, Colton Barth, and Copley Barth; great-grandchildren, Vincent and Halston Rivera; two sisters, Wilma Jones and Judy Ray; many nieces and nephews. Janna, Jay and Joy would like to thank Steve and Joanna Groves, David Groves, and Tom Hayden for faithfully and lovingly caring for our dad. We would also like to acknowledge and thank David  and Cathy Lane, Edna Lancaster, Mark and Nancy Cramer, and Jimmy Sibbett for loving our dad and being the hands and feet of Jesus in dads time of need.

Jimmy Dale was born April 25, 1941 in Macedonia, Mississippi. During his junior year of high school in Pensacola, Florida, he received Christ as his Savior under the ministry of Dr. Dolphus Price.  As a senior, he surrendered to preach the Gospel.  He attended Bob Jones University in Greenville, South Carolina before serving two years with the United States Army. He was a Vietnam Veteran.

Jim finished his college education at Tennessee Temple College in Chattanooga, Tennessee. He was involved in many aspects of college life including playing on the baseball team and serving as student body President. It was there that he met and married his sweetheart. He received his bachelor’s degree in 1968.  He pastored the Fellowship Baptist Church in Trion, Georgia for three and a half years during his tenure at TTC and afterwards. Then in 1970, the Lord called the Herchenhahns to Wilmington to work at Grace Baptist Church—first as Assistant Pastor under Dr. Ray Noland, and then starting in 1971 as Senior Pastor of Grace and President of Wilmington Christian Academy.   

The Lord used Pastor Herchenhahn in a great way during his thirty-six years in leadership of the church and school.  Hundreds of people came to know the Lord under his ministry, and many others grew in their faith.  A number of men and women were called to various areas of “full-time Christian service” under his leadership.  Many missionaries, pastors, teachers, and others are still serving the Lord around the world.

He retired from Grace at the end of December 2006. That freed them up to do some short-term mission work in Guam. After that he began filling pulpits for preachers in and around the Wilmington area. That ministry led them to Riley’s Creek Baptist Church in 2010, where he was called to be their Senior Pastor. He retired from Riley’s Creek in 2021 for the primary purpose of taking care of his beloved wife and soulmate who was declining in health. He wanted to spend as much time with her as he possibly could, and that he did.

Only eternity will reveal the impact of the life and ministry of Pastor J.D. Herchenhahn. He was an exemplary pastor, faithfully preaching the Word and sharing the gospel, as well as humbly serving and caring for people. He often quoted these lines from a poem: “Others, Lord, yes, others, let this my motto be, “help me to live for others, that I may live like Thee.” He certainly reflected Jesus through his life.

The family will receive friends for visitation from 11:00 a.m. to 2:00 p.m. on Saturday, May 13, 2023 at Grace Baptist Church, 1401 North College Road, Wilmington, with a  memorial service honoring Pastor Herchenhahn will be immediately following. Close family friend and co-laborer Rev. Mike Meshaw will officiate along with Rev. David Lancaster and Rev. Jay Knolls.. There will be a graveside service at 1:00 p.m. on Tuesday, May 16, 2023 at  Oleander Memorial Gardens. with Rev. Brian Beaver conducting the service.

In lieu of flowers  memorials  may be made to Lower Cape Fear LifeCare Foundation, 1414 Physicians Dr., Wilmington, NC 28401. We will be forever grateful for their gentle care and compassion given to our dad.

Online condolences may be made by selecting Tribute Wall.

#Bob Jones University #BJU Hall of Fame #2023 #Obituary #BJU Alumni Association #Jimmy Dale “J.D.” Herchenhahn #Class of 1962

[teagrl]

Hey! If you're not busy, I'm still somewhat new to the eu and I'm curious. Would you recommend reading all the books after rotj and before njo? What are your favourites and least favourites in that time period (in terms of luke characterization because i love that guy) and are there any books you'd advise a new person to skip?

Aaaa I'm sorry for the delay. I actually think I have a post somewhere laying out what my Luke faves are, but tumblr being tumblr, I have no idea if it's findable.

I think to answer your question, nah I don't necessarily recommend reading all the books after rotj and before njo unless you're a completist although there are some you kind of have to hit to be in the know.

I myself have not read quite a few (*cough* the X-wing books, I know, they're amazing, just I need Luke, man), though I have skimmed them all.

My Luke faves are Truce at Bakura (immediately post RotJ!Luke, so adorable, so impulsive, and his mooning over a Senator chick is great).

Obviously Luke Skywalker and the Shadows of Mindor (the best Luke book in the EU).

An honorable mention would go to the unpublished Heart of the Jedi, which as @blue-mint-winter told me kind of connects the dots between Bakura and Mindor.

Following that would be the Thrawn Trilogy, which is what everyone likes. Luke there feels kind of post RotJ even though technically it's five years since then.

I actually like Children of the Jedi's depiction of Luke, tragic romance aside, but people hate it so grain of salt.

I also love Courtship of Princess Leia A LOT, but I understand that Luke's characterization isn't rock solid. There's just so much other delicious stuff going on in that book (Force witches! Matriarchies!) that I can be persuaded to look away.

Least faves go to The Crystal Star which is bizarre.

I also was very disappointed by the Jedi Academy trilogy, which goes hard with the whole Jesus!Luke thing, but I feel like the trilogy is hard to avoid if you're doing the EU. If you want something more palatable (KINDA) then you can try I, Jedi, but Stackpole is only a few notches above KJA. His Luke is overshadowed by his Gary Stu, Corran Horn. Srry2Say.

Darksaber is laughable too, KJA just doesn't get Star Wars, I don't think. Planet of Twilight follows Children of the Jedi, but is less effective imo and forgetable from a characterization standpoint.

The New Rebellion is incoherent. Luke comes off as such a weak character who can't really stand up to (you guessed it) another one of his apprentices gone rogue.

I don't have specific beef with Bride's Corellia Trilogy, but I found it kind of low stakes and boring. The Luke side of it has him joining Lando to help Lando search for a wife, eh. That's where you're going to put Luke? Really?

Black Fleet is boring too and (like New Rebellion) incoherent. In this one Luke is on a wild sheep chase to find his mother, like a whole decade after founding the NJO. He falls for some rando lady telling him his mom was part of some pacifist Force sect. A LOT of weird characterization errors including Luke being flippant over his destruction of the Death Star

That takes us to the Thrawn Duology. Again, you have to hit this one to close the pre njo EU, since big things happen i.e. Luke and Mara get together, but I think the Luke characterization is kind of lazy and unpersuasive.

So to summarize off the top of my head:

Truce at Bakura

(Heart of the Jedi)

Luke Skywalker and the Shadows of Mindor

Thrawn Trilogy

JAT (no good, but I think it's worth a skim) or I, Jedi

Children of the Jedi

Thrawn Duology

Am I forgetting something? I probably am. But this is a good starting list, I think. Do ask away whatever and/or share what you find as you read! The EU needs new blood. Thanks for the ask!

#luke skywalker #shut up frangi #the EU

[dancer-subclarington]

📲Texts: Cucumber || Briar & Kyla

Briar: Omg

Kyla: You make fun of me for saying that

Briar: Bc you say it like out loud

Briar: Girl you’re barely dancing today

Kyla: Wow, thanks

Briar: Someone cant walk

Kyla: Ugh

Briar: Im right

Kyla: So?

Briar: IM RIGHT!

Briar: Good for you

Briar: You could have sex more than once in a blue moon ya know. I wouldn’t tell anyone

Kyla: You’d just torture me about it

Briar: Torture can be fun, little K

Kyla: Get your mind out of the gutter

Briar: Nah. Call me a tmnt

Kyla: They live in sewers

Briar: Dork

Kyla: I have 3 brothers!

Briar: Or maybe you watch cartoons with guys after sex

Kyla: Shut up

Briar: Im right again

Kyla: Nope

Briar: Ooh wait was it a girl? Did you get pegged?

Kyla: No

Briar: Cuz like Im not into the gay sex thing but come on, that’s kinda hot

Kyla: I said no

Briar: So you’re a hot talented bisexual bitch and you’re not getting pegged? What a waste!

Kyla: Jesus Christ

Briar: Do you say that during sex?

Kyla: You’re the one always talking about sex. Maybe you need to get some.

Briar: Babygirl

Briar: That’s really cute

Kyla: Thanks

Kyla: How many are you dating rn?

Briar: Not dating.

Kyla: How many are you seeing then?

Briar: Like 17. You?

Kyla: Less than 17

Briar: You’re no fun!

Briar: No numbers then. Names. 3 of them.

Briar: Besides Annabeth

Briar: Lmao its taking you so long to think of 3

Briar: At least tell me who made your fan kick look so atrocious

Kyla: Elliott

Briar: Boy?

Kyla: Yes

Briar: Mark?

Kyla: Sub

Briar: How scandalous for you!

Kyla: It was for an exam

Briar: Intriguing. Two subs have sex during an exam for which class exactly?

Kyla: Pretty sure it was home ec. We were making a salad.

Briar: And the ?

Kyla: Um and then we were not making a salad. And then we were really not making a salad

Briar: Good girl. You should get your guts fucked out of you more

Kyla: You and my dad care more about my sex life than I do

Kyla: Stop typing, you demon

Briar: Ok. I’ll just sit here and decide what kind of details I’ll make up to tell the adult class.

Briar: Salads..cucumbers.

Kyla: He didn’t need a cucumber

Briar: Because he had a dick that big?

Kyla: Lets just say it wasn’t lacking.

Kyla: Lets also just tell the adult class I am injured from wrestling a coyote.

Briar: You told them that when you were in the chastity belt in locktober. Now remind me..did you enjoy that?

Kyla: Briar.

Briar: Idk I feel like you were super cranky during that month

Kyla: Briar

Briar: And then you signed up for extra classes and privates and choreography sessions and then you dragged me into some of them and now my costumes are backordered

Kyla: You’re just now ordering costumes? I’ve had my orders in for a couple months

Briar: Good job not reminding me

Kyla: I tried to but you were with some guy in Bora Bora

Briar: So wait a week and try again!

Kyla: Belize. Or was it Bali?

Briar: I was doing an alphabet challenge and got B so I did Bora Bora, Bali, Belize, and Brazil. And had more sex than you’ve had in your whole life.

Kyla: I have sex!

Briar: Who besides Annabeth and this Elliott person? Oh and Betsy.

Kyla: She was super fun. I miss her.

Kyla: There’s lots of hot guys here though. And girls. Some of them like stuff I don’t like but Im forcing exposure to those things so I can like them.

Briar: Its not a theatre exercise

Kyla: ?

Briar: You don’t train in sex things you don’t like. There’s no reason to

Kyla: You’re not even at an academy, what do you know?

Kyla: You’d be proud of me anyway. I’ve taken plenty of classes that would be Briar approved

Briar: Do tell

Kyla: Nope

Briar: Unfair

Kyla: You let your students work on their numbers and have no costumes for them. Thats unfair.

Briar: Ok but this is unfair too

Kyla: You’ll live.

Briar: Maybe

Kyla: I’ll take your teen class on Tuesday if you’ve stopped existing.

Briar: Ugh, take them anyway.

Kyla: Then you take my minis.

Briar: Fine. They’re easy.

Kyla: They’re hard to please. And they can’t point their toes.

Briar: Teens have attitude

Kyla: Yeah but I have practice with teens bc I have you and your little horny mindset

Briar: And you give me practice with minis bc you whine and pout a lot

Kyla: Yw!

Briar: I need more info on this Elliott person.

Kyla: Don’t get excited ok? He’s claimed.

Briar: And his claim let him scene with you?

Kyla: Yes. It took special permission and everything.

Briar: Really? Did it require a demonstration 😜

Kyla: No you moron. I made it up. Im not sure if he even asked. But I totally would’ve made the cut cuz Im flexible.

Briar: Yes you are. Now tell me..what exactly do you do with that superpower?

Kyla: Lots of things.

Briar: Like?

Kyla: Use your imagination

Kyla: I take it back. Do not use your imagination.

Kyla: I can feel you imagining things

Briar: But you don’t know how to have that much fun.

Kyla: You know about me that I like coming and that I like dance and cheer. So. In combination, I enjoy myself.

Briar: What were you doing when he fucked you so hard?

Kyla: Keeping one foot on the floor at all times cuz Im always a super safe person

Briar: No you’re not!

Briar: You just sent my imagination wild

Kyla: Have fun with that

Kyla: Never mind DO NOT HAVE FUN WITH THAT, NO FUN FOR YOU

#texts #briar #characters: briar #friends #for reference #elliott #exams #para: cucumber #text: briar

[questionablepastries]

soulsborne ask 8, 14, 30(also happy late birthday!!! how did i miss it!!!)

ASH!!!!! IM ANSWERINGN SO LATE forgib meh (also THank you for the belated birthday wish YAYAYA <3 )

I wanted to answer this on pc, bc i intended to write a lot given that this is like one of my top favorite franchises and it altered my brain chemistry permanently; aint no way im writing no sorry ass short answer so its gonna go under a readmore :)

8. What are your 3 favorite areas and why?

ough this ones already tough, throughout all the games there are so many good areas lol. I had to write a large list of areas I love and finally managed to narrow it down to three it was super painful and took like 30 min but here they are (in no particular order)

Fountainhead palace from sekiro - probably the most serene location in all soulsborne personally, The music is very peaceful the area is GORGEOUS compared to the bloodbath of the rest of the game. It very much is its own isolated location because technically it is. the royalty in sekiro would seclude themselves in this location and do nothing but ignore the state of the rest of the world and it very much shows since the area is so serene with its cherry blossom trees and massive koi fish to feed. even though the area has since flooded and all the servants turned into fish people hybrids its still awesome to explore what is essentially abandoned royalty temple ruins

Nokstella eternal city from eldenring - the area is just super pretty as well! sorry its starting to sound redundant but unlike fountainhead palace this place is not meant for normal people much less royalty to access and yet its a fucking cinderella castle underground complete with stars and shit, plus everything here is like weird mercury magic and has all these mimics its AWESOME i love doppelgangers and i love the scary silent atmosphere here because its like what did these people DO to get themselves banished underground

Tower of latria/upper latria from demon souls, i chose this one because i think it caused me the most stress in my demon souls run. it was here that i was getting very lost and very scared - probably the most stressed ive ever been my entire demon souls run. going from super scary prison to jesus christ is that a giant fucking beating heart being held up by chains was an experience ill never feel again it was so cool

honorable mentions go to: caelid, lake of rot, crumbling farum azula, academy of raya lucaria (elden ring), the gutter, black gulch, and shrine of amana (ds2), the entirety of shrine of storms (demon souls), nightmare of mensis (bloodborne)

i feel bad not even mentioning one ds3 map so uhhh profaned capital

14. Who is the most underrated boss in your opinion?

leechmonger & adjudicator (yes i chose two, im cheating) from demon souls. I think soulsborne games should lean way more into body horror/horror themes in general given how crappy the state of their worlds are and these guy are like. the definition of both body horror and gore. sad to see both of them being ignored for fan favorite cool people in armor bosses (artorias, ornstein, gwyn, lady maria, malenia, old king allant, soul of cinder, nameless king...etc)

bosses that get this horror thing right include: ludwig, orphan of kos, guardian ape (not exactly underrated but the second phase tho), radahn (he was eating a guy at the start lol he counts as horror in a way? plus he's massive), mergos wetnurse, king allant (the real one!), phalanx (god i love this thing), flamelurker, maneaters, four kings (warped by dark magic and infinitely respawning in an abyss this is the coolest concept of all time), gaping dragon (COOL!!!!), demon of song are a couple i can list with google's help

off topic but my favorite "just a guy" bosses are penetrator (demon souls), looking glass knight + darklurker (ds2) and the corrupted monk from sekiro

30. Rank the games you’ve played!

wahhh......

dark souls 1 (my entry to the franchise im sowwy)

demon souls (really captured the scary morose medieval knight atmosphere i was desperately craving after finishing ds1)

bloodborne (super unique game - has no peer in terms of atmosphere, is only in third place because i much prefer being a depressing knight rather than a cool guy in a trenchcoat on a weekday in london)

eldenring (being unable to ride torrent in the final boss fight, the dissapointment of lack of things to do at the mountaintop of the giants, and no boss living up to radahn or rykard in the end game stretch..(malenia is just a hot lady im sorry; even her second form is just hot lady - now if she was a monster.....) is why im placing this as 4th)

sekiro (another unique game however has zero replayability)

dark souls 3 (might be overdue for a replay since i only beat it like twice since release, and i struggled to remember any bosses or areas when answering these questions. I think ds3 was just like a bunch of references to ds1, however gael one of THE most memorable bosses for me and was a grand way to end the franchise)

dark souls 2 (granted i only played vanilla upon release only once and it left a bad taste in my mouth to the point that i was concerned about the state of the franchise after i finished it because while i knew the main team was working on bloodborne while this was being developed it made me wonder if id ever experience what i felt in ds1 ever again.

#answering this took me like an hour and thirty minutes lol #asks #thanks again ash!! #dank souls #soulsborne

[demonfox38]

Completed - Pokémon Violet

I’m usually good at not giving into peer pressure. Usually.

Here’s the problem, though. I want to be people’s pals. I wanna be the person people can rely on. And, you know, maybe I can say "no" or "wait" to one person. But, when a couple people are getting back on that Pokémon horse—Mudsdale, whatever—and they need a backup partner for trading…Well, shit. I'd like to pretend I'm useful to someone, anyway.

So, hell. I bought and beat "Pokémon Violet." And man, was committing the crime the punishment on this one.

"Pokémon Scarlet"/"Violet" takes place on Paldea, a Spanish (and weirdly, Chinese?) influenced country known for its major Pokémon academy. It also has a huge, gaping hole in its center called Area Zero, where researchers go in, but don't necessarily come back out. As a new student at the aforementioned academy, you're charged with solving a series of problems including defeating a bunch of rowdy cohorts, pile-driving giant monsters, healing a puppy, and doing the standard Pokémon League journey nonsense. Aiding you in your travels is the box art's legendary sandwich thief, which serves less as your fighting buddy and more as your mount. But, hell. When the time is right, you'll get to use it.

I'm guessing you're not as much interested in that as you are in knowing how many times I fell through the map. (Zero, by the way!) Definitely saw some Pokémon get stuck in the walls, though.

Like the "Pokémon Diamond"/"Pearl" remakes before it, "Pokémon Scarlet"/"Violet" has a notorious reputation for being a graphical and gameplay mess. And yes. Shit's rough. I never had a full lock-up or clipped myself out of bounds, but I did see some hot garbage. (No actual Garbodors, but I don't think many are crying over that one.) The distance rendering for this game is real busted. Like, "should have covered this up with a "Silent Hill" fog" level busted. I had Pokémon models snapping from low to high quality variants mid-fight, as well as constant landmarks flickering in and out of existence. Some areas slow to a crawl, particularly if a bunch of ground textures and Pokémon have to be rendered at the same time. Hell, some textures dropped so low that it looked borderline Nintendo 64 in quality. Which, hey! I love that console. But, Jesus Christ.

Worse than that for me was whatever was wrong with the lighting engine. The game has little protection going from dark to light. Often, quickly. Repeatedly. Even on occasion, flashing in and out based on what I did in the goddamn fighting menu. This one really gets me because…say. You know that one Pokémon episode that triggered so many seizures that they literally had to remove it from circulation? Wouldn't you think the company responsible for that would be a little more sensible when it came to its goddamn lighting engine? Just saying.

Speaking of compliance issues! Good luck playing this game with the audio off and attending the language professor's class! The later classes rely on you to pick up on a Pokémon mood based on sound alone. Which, guess what? I play this game around others, and often on mute (because I was raised with some fucking manners, thank you very fucking much.) The game has more than one animation set for Pokémon. Maybe use them here? Also, why don't the Pokémon play the stunned animation when initially hit on a back attack? It's like, right there in the following stalled turn. Shit, the previous dev team had this nailed for "Pokémon Legends Arceus." Was nobody sharing notes?

(Although, when I did have the audio on, the music tracks were somewhere between alright to good. So, there's a plus.)

Weird as it is to say, this game sometimes feels like it wasn't meant to be on the Nintendo Switch. Like, in a world where pandemic shutdowns and crypto miners didn't fuck up the production of technology, there would have likely been another Nintendo console announced by now. I'm wondering if, at some point, this was meant to go on some hardware that hasn't seen the light of day. And honestly, some of the alpha textures on the higher-res Pokémon models are really better than I anticipated. I just wonder if that was a hint at something greater, you know?

Something better than this, anyway.

Getting past all of that—and I know, that's a lot—there are some gameplay executions that feel like a downgrade. Particularly, the targeting system and ball tossing mechanics felt soft and mushy. "Pokémon Legends Arceus" was so cool in the way you could aim and fire balls, often using different arcs and levels of power to nail targets. In this one, it's always a weak toss. And I know this isn't the same programmer pool, but goddamnit. This is the company that made that snappy Z-targeting system from "Ocarina of Time." I know they can make something better than a weak, drifty lock-on.

Okay! Time to take a breath. Relax. Be a little more professional. Not bitch about 3 of my 5 favorite Pokémon being AWOL. (Although, really, I've given up on seeing Furfrou ever again.)

Good things! Yes! I can name some of those.

It was nice not to be locked into a particular path in tackling events. You're generally allowed to free-roam, limited only by the level of your own Pokémon. Granted, changes to the obedience system mean that you'll want to mark off your gym badges as soon as you can. (It now adds the burden of what level you caught your Pokémon at into the obedience ruleset, so there's another pain the ass for ya.) It also helps to tackle Damián's quest line as it comes up, as that unlocks abilities for your legendary mount.

Who's Damián, you ask?

Well.

To challenge myself this round, I played through "Pokémon Violet" completely in Spanish. That's right, baby! It was "Pokémon Púrpura" all along for me! But, hell. I've been wanting to do this since "Pokémon Sword"/"Shield" opened this possibility up. Helps with spreading the Masuda Method love to my friends! Was it wise to do this with so many academic responses on the line? Eh, it wasn't that big of a problem. I've got the reading comprehension of at least a five-year-old in Spanish, so I was able to follow along well enough. I didn't pick up on every last minutia of Team Star's plot, but again, I was able to beat it with relatively few issues.

Now, I can't critique the quality of the translation directly. It seems to be more of a European dialect here (Castilian, I'm guessing?), and I'm more versed in Latin American styled Spanish. Granted, that's about the same difference between UK and US English. It was just a few more vosotros forms being tossed around than usual. The biggest hang-up I had with the game is how it translated names and locations to hold puns. Which, hell. That's been a thing since Gen 1. It just makes it a bit more difficult to talk about where I was and who I was talking to with other players.

Would I try this language challenge again? Hell yes. I think I can bluff my way through an Italian or Japanese translation. Maybe French, too. I did learn a few new vocabulary terms, as well as why bocadillos were chosen as the game's customizable food of choice. Definitely would recommend this for other players! It's a hell of a lot more educational than doing a Nuzlocke run, anyway.

God, if they make an Italian Pokémon themed game and they don't use pizza as the customizable food, I'll have to riot.

In terms of new Pokémon designs and regional variants, I wasn't too excited about this game's offerings. I appreciated the game's attempt at making more birds, particularly with ostriches, peacocks, storks, and flamingos. I wasn't hype for them, but I do agree, those animals needed representation. From this new block, the one I formed the most attachment to was a shiny Houndstone that I picked up in the Sierra Napada. I mean, that was a gift. Destiny.

Also, how messed up would it have been if Damián's Mabosstiff died and changed into a Greavard / Houndstone? Hard to find a Hallmark card for that. Then again, it's hard to find a Hallmark card for "Sorry your parent is an asshole, dead, and an asshole robot" too.

Shiny generation, despite allegedly being 1 in 4000, does seem to happen way more naturally in this game. It could be due to the sheer amount of creatures being generated that helps with this. I haven't gotten to shiny charm status yet, but even so, I've been able to get a shiny Houndstone, Venomoth, Orthworm, and Blissey. Definitely no slacking there!

The battle odds seem to be screwy as well. I've seen one tweet stating that the seed for each battle is always the same, which puts it about on par with a 1986 Nintendo Entertainment System game in terms of consistency. Not exactly what you want with a "random" number. I mean, hell. Even the old "Fire Emblem" strip of numbers is better than this. The side effects I personally witnessed resulted in unorthodox balls being more useful than your standard Poké/Great/Ultra Ball line. (You'll definitely want to keep stocked up in Quick, Repeat, and Timer Balls, when you get the chance to buy them.) I've also heard that attacks with a 90% rate of accuracy tend to fail more often than they did before, so keep an eye on that.

But, hey. Uh. More female Eevees than I've seen before in the wild? That's definitely a bonus. The "Let's Go" mode where you toss your lead Pokémon out to auto-mow creatures down was also nice. It trades experience for time, but sometimes, you just need to hurry the hell up.

I guess I should talk about Teracrystallisation, too. It's the game's new "oh, big super move time!" thing. The interesting twist here is that it can shift your Pokémon's type to a new type, as well as offering boosts to that type's attack. I never saw any of the game's opponents use that to good use, though. Like, you run a certain gym type, and you don't use Teracrystallisation to punish with a counter-offensive type? Like, if you could switch a Pokémon from Bug to Ground to counter an obnoxious Fire user, wouldn't you do that? Eh, whatever. I'm no Pokémon professor or gym leader or whatever.

Trainer customization is also available in this game. It's a bit of a split in terms of quality. Like, above the neck? It's some of the most personalized customization I've seen in these games. Below? You're stuck in one of four academy uniforms, only able to buy accessories. (RIP to Naranja Academy students and their stripy orange shorts. Good luck color-coordinating that shit.) But, I guess you can get a custom cellphone, so…You know what? Still boo.

Honestly, the best moments in the game were when the game left me the hell alone to just explore and hunt. There was one excellent moment where I was standing on top of a mountain as the sun was rising, and man, that was pleasant.

I was able to make one Union Circle link-up, and that was nice to do, too. The Area Zero stretch felt like the game's thesis statement, like what it wanted the game's experience to feel like this entire time. And I get that. That sense of adventuring with your friends and their little critters. Hell, that's why I put myself through this, right? To have some kind of connection to others.

Why did 10 million people buy this game if it was such a trainwreck, after all? We're not all idiots. (Okay, I might be a dumbass. Fair enough.) A fair amount of those players are people in college, people with jobs, people just trying to find a way to be with their friends or family. The world's miserable, and we want to find a way to escape it and have fun. Sometimes, Pokémon offers just that. So, there we are, spending money on a crunch-developed franchise and watching it fall apart like so many polygonal shards between our fingertips. Because we want to be with someone. Do something with or for those we care about, no matter how far away they are.

Because we're suckers.

If you're gonna buy a Pokémon game this year, pick up "Pokémon Legends Arceus" instead. It's like $40 USD on the used game market, and it's a way better product than this. If you have to have this, give it a couple of months. Or, hell! Wait for a DLC pack. (I'm assuming there'll be DLC, anyway. There's something fishy going on in the upper-right corner of Paldea's map, anyway.)

Go play "Arceus." Go play a 1986 Nintendo Entertainment System game. I don't know. Go say "Hi" to your parents, if you're on talking terms with them. Find something better to do. At least, until the trash fire has cooled a bit. Or even better, someone gets a trade bot built. Hell, the best part about a Pokémon game is when someone breaks it!

Let's face it. Pokémon games really haven't ever been the most technically sound things on the planet. It's just, ya know. How much fun you can get out of what's busted.

#pokemon scarlet and violet #post game evaluation #spoilers #also some vulgar language

[claracivry]

Hello Clara! I've got a little question for you, since I'm very curious about it: what do you think of Eddie and Steve as a couple? Do you like them together? just wondering, I swear I come in peace, too many people fighting over silly stuff like this lately, I feel the need to clarify ahahahah

ps: I love your whump fics by the way, I had to tell you!!

Hi, anon!!

I'm glad you like my whump fics!! It's my favourite genre and brings me so much joy, I'm glad there's other people enjoying it :)

Now, my thoughts on Steddie 😬 I come in peace too! Please don't shoot! I hope I don't get cancelled and lose all of my readers but. When I first saw the show, I didn't see it. As a metalhead who doesn't date, I saw Eddie and was like "hell yeah why be into boys or girls when you can be into heavy metal 🤘🤘🤘🤘"

And there's absolutely nothing wrong with the ship, but there's something about the shipping community that bothers me, is almost aggressive? Like going "if you don't like this ship you're either blind or homophobic!!!" is something that I profoundly dislike, like it's okay to have your ships but don't step on other people?? I think the fact that you have to say "I come in peace" in this message perfectly illustrates that. There's a lot of discourse and I hate discourse so so much. So yeah, that bothers me.

If you read me, you probably see that I love gen more than any ship. I wrote that much about umbrella academy because it was a bunch of siblings and ships were never central to the story or the fics. I sometimes love a very popular ship (Geralt and Jaskier in the Witcher) and other times I don't see it/ship it (Johnlock from way back in superwholock times). Is very rare for me to get reeeeally into a ship, so when the whole majority of fics is eaten by ships, it kinda bothers me, too.

And this was a thing before Eddie in this fandom, too! I would go to try and find some Jonathan whump and it would be all Harringrove where Jonathan was mentioned in one line. If all the whump fics are about feelings and romance Imma be pissed, I can tell you that. And this happens a lot with Steddie, I will see a promising fic about Eddie being sick and it'll be all couples fluff and romantic feelings. Does everything have to be romantic?

Also, I am a little petty bitch. Seeing gen fics getting two kudos and something very similar get two hundred because it has Steddie bothers me. I don't think it's fair. And again, the discourse, like you said, the fighting, is annoying. We write content because we want to have fun, right? It's not supposed to be a lesson in morality, Jesus. (That's why I love rarepairs, there's usually zero discourse)

Without all the drama, I think Steve and Eddie could be cute. I like the notion of Steve never having thought of boys in that way but being unable to tear his eyes off Eddie. I like the poor guy x rich guy thing, and how they could idk explore what each other's lives have been like. And let's face it, they're hot. They're friendly. Could be nice but sadly, the whole... vibe around it just bothers me.

And also, the fact that there's so little whump without Steddie. Like I said, petty little bitch.

So yeah, them as couple? I don't ship it, but the couple is cute. But the actual shipping community has ruined it a bit for me. If there's anyone out there who feels this way too, I would love to chat!

Thanks for asking, hope you don't mind my long and non-shippy answer! And I sure hope people continue to read me despite this :/

Clara out ;)

#asks #this is like buck and Eddie in 911 #Like Buck being adopted by the captain and Athena is there why do I have to put up with so much romance #And I like romance occasionally #Went fucking crazy for Drukkari last year #But often times... J #ust don't care #And moral superiority will ruin something for me 100% of the time #And fighting #Rarepairs tho #Even in a conflictive fandom like Voltron the pidge x lance people were nothing but kind to me #And still sick Lance being taken care of was so much more important to me #I wish I shipped Steddie you know?? #There's so much more content so many more people to enjoy it with #But alas #it doesn't jingle my bells #Steddies pls don't get angry with me I'm but a poor whump little girl 😭