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Faroe Gone Final Chapter Sneak Peak

So there's still lots of editing I need to do before I can post the whole thing, but with tomorrow looming I thought I'd share something "happy" and "cheerful" to distract y'all.

Have fun reading the beginning of the final chapter and hope you enjoy! 😇

Simon doesn't know if it's the sudden fog, his tears, or the fact that all he wants to do is be a fool and turn back around again—the first one, definitely the first one—but he drives back to Tórshavn at almost a snail's pace.

It doesn't matter. He has well over a day until the ferry makes its return journey to Denmark and nothing else to do except go over his time with Wilhelm again and again, replaying the good times and the pleasurable times and wondering if he could have said or done anything to change the outcome of his journey—other than realizing that all of his feelings were mere nostalgic illusion and fantasy, which of course turned out to not be the case.

Quite the opposite. Real Wilhelm was so much more than what Simon made him out to be in his head. There's so much he's missed. So much he doesn't know yet and which he desperately wants to find out.

It hurts, and yet there's nothing else Simon can do, no other choice which wouldn't hurt more sooner or later.

No. Simon tried. He did the best he could and that is enough. It has to be enough.

Simon had to leave while he still could.

The road ahead of him is empty, no one else in sight. No people, no cars, no sheep. Nothing except the wet, cold fog swallowing up everything and a rushing noise in his ears which might be the wind or the ocean or Simon himself.

Simon blinks away another tear and keeps driving, turning up the heat and hoping it will help.

It doesn't.

On the next island he passes a camper van. It's parked, and Simon thinks he can make out a brave tourist trying to take a picture, but he isn't sure. It's not as if there's much to see except an endless wall of grayish white.

Maybe that's the fascination.

Wilhelm told him that there are thirty-seven words for fog in the Faroese language, and while Simon laughed and told him to stop kidding, he's sure he's already experienced half of them, and it's only been two days.

Okay, that might be an exaggeration, but contemplating the uselessness of taking pictures of fog is a lot more bearable than lingering on the fact that he'll never get to be with Wilhelm again, never feel that satisfied ache in his muscles, not like this, and really how long can a grown man cry before he's all out of tears?

Pretty long he guesses.

Simon once stopped Ayub's baby daughter from attempting a daring escape on all fours, and Simon swears she was crying forever. Not that he blames her.

Crying is cathartic if it's anything, but if she could produce that many tears because of nothing more than a foiled plan to explore the stairway, then how many will Simon be able to shed before he's all wrung out? He’s a lot taller than her after all and guaranteed to not forget the reason for his tears even after being presented with some candy.

Simon doesn't want to know.

Simon wants to keep driving through this fog forever, because all that's waiting for him at its end is the mundanity of his never-changing life and a scandal revealing the Crown Prince to have been the victim of underage revenge porn thanks to his second cousin and presumed successor, and that is guaranteed to make it worse, to drag Simon’s name back into public awareness.

He should probably call home and warn his mom, warn Sara, but facing them will be torture of an entirely different kind, and also the investigative journalist they chose is a good one, one bound to build a case and not blindly believe her sources before going public, so there is still time.

Not too much though, as there is an impending deadline if the Royal Court and the Prime Minister are to be believed, or at least Simon would really prefer news of August’s deeds to overshadow him being taken into the line of succession.

Not that he’s so naive as to think a mere article can do more than delay the proceedings at best—although one can always hope—and ideally the journalist and whoever else gets a say in choosing the right time will see it the same way, but all of that is still more than half a week away, so why burden his family before he absolutely has to?

No, he's not going to call home yet, but maybe he should reserve a room before he gets back to the capital.

He decides to do it the old fashioned way and pulls over at the next opportunity. A viewpoint, or so he presumes the sign a few meters away from him would tell him if only it was clear enough to see.

He wipes at his cheeks and opens his phone. There are plenty of options for him to stay at. Small, privately owned places, holiday homes with kitchens and living rooms, quaint little hotels doing their best to sell their Nordic, rustic charm to tourists wealthy enough to make it there, and of course a camping ground, because unlike Sweden, the Faroe Islands don't allow one to set up camp anywhere else.

Simon doesn't choose any of them. He wants a warm but bland room, boring and inoffensive and as likely to be in Tórshavn as on the other side of the world.

Something as far from Wilhelm's colorful and most definitely handmade and expensive wooden furniture as he can get, and so he books himself a room at the first—and only—international hotel chain he can find, something he'd never do otherwise, and pretends that he's looking forward to it. The hotel has a fitness center after all and well over a hundred rooms. Simon is almost going to feel like back home in Uppsala.

Not.

He sighs and makes sure he received a confirmation for his booking, before he throws his phone onto the passenger seat and sighs again.

Somehow, magically, or rather because he's on a windy archipelago in the middle of nowhere, the fog is starting to clear. He can see a few meters of grass now, and then a cliff, and below it the cold, dark ocean pretending at being calm.

Simon wants the fog back, but when has he ever gotten what he wanted, and by the time he's back on the road he swears he can see a tiny patch of blue sky up ahead.

The hotel is on the outskirts of town and exactly as impersonal as Simon hoped it would be. He isn't hungry, and so he goes straight to his room and falls face first into bed.

The sheets are white and the pillows are white and they smell bland and clean and inoffensive, nothing at all like Wilhelm, and why would they?

Simon hates them. Simon also hates the hotel, but it's not as if he's in the mood for sightseeing, and as he isn't willing to take a shower yet—what? He's alone, no one's going to smell him, and isn't that the entire problem?—all that's left to do is turn on the TV, because he's for sure not touching his phone again any time soon.

Not when that would mean having it confirmed with every passing minute that he was a fool to leave Wilhelm his number. Wilhelm isn't going to call, but Simon would rather live in denial for as long as he can.

The TV does not greet him with an info screen as Simon expected, but an English speaking news channel, the volume turned up way too loudly, and Simon turns it off again as fast as he can.

Wallowing in self pity it is then.

Unfortunately Simon's usual answer to bouts of self-pity—angrily jerking off to thoughts of Wilhelm—is not an option right now, because Wilhelm is the entire reason for his misery, and so he grudgingly reaches for his phone after all and starts up a game which would work much better on a computer screen.

He's just about to finish off the newest boss, when a text message pops up.

If I do it, it reads. Then can we

The sentence stops halfway through, and Simon almost has a heart attack.

The delay in his reaction is enough for him to be killed instead, but it's not as if Simon notices.

Wilhelm. It has to be Wilhelm.

He taps the message, and while that makes it larger, it doesn't change the words.

He almost calls Wilhelm back right away, because Wilhelm is swaying, is reconsidering, and Simon wants that, he wants it so bad, to have Wilhelm back in his arms and his life, but also Simon already told Wilhelm that he can't be the only reason Wilhelm returns, that this is a life changing decision if there was ever any, and that Wilhelm needs to make it for himself and not for a hope of them maybe working out, and so he doesn't.

Instead he waits an excruciating minute and then another, just in case Wilhelm wants to add something or pressed send too soon, but no further message follows.

Simon curses and swears and kicks up his feet, because now he has hope again and that is great, but also torture. He doesn't want Wilhelm to get the wrong impression, doesn't want him to think that Simon wouldn't be willing to pick right up where they left off if he could—in the bedroom that is, not when it comes to fighting—and maybe they could also go on a date which has been nineteen years in coming.

Simon wants that. Simon really wants that. How can he not, now that he's had a taste, has spent time with Wilhelm, just Wilhelm, has had breakfast with him and done chores with him and played with his dog. Simon wants Wilhelm back, now more so than ever.

Simon knows he's an idiot, thinking of romance and dating when he just left the love of his life behind, and even if he hadn't, a returning Wilhelm would have much different things on his mind. He'd have to. He'd have no other choice. Things like his dying mother and the throne and the public reacting to his return after ten years in exile.

Wilhelm wouldn't have time for Simon, no matter how much Wilhelm would want him. Not for weeks and not for months. Simon would have to sneak into an assortment of palaces with the eyes of the entire nation on nothing but them if he wanted any time with Wilhelm at all, and Simon wouldn't want that. Simon doesn't want secrecy and sneaking and lies. Not that'd even be an option, what with the press and curious bystanders everywhere.

There is another option of course. The only one Wilhelm would ever consider coming back for. The one which at first glance sounds perfect because it means being with Wilhelm and standing by his side. It would also mean giving up everything else in Simon's life though, but what has he really got to lose? Why stop being foolish now?

Wilhelm told Simon that he's it for him. Wilhelm loves him. Simon's already traveled across an ocean. What's one tiny text message compared to that? Why can't he be selfish just this once and fuck the risk and the idiocy and the fear of what will be in one year? In five? In ten?

It all might end in disaster, but it might also not, and why should he be miserable if there's even the slightest chance at some fleeting happiness. After all it's not as if the email Wilhelm sent isn't bound to upend Simon's life anyway, and it's not as if Wilhelm is actually going to come.

Simon wants to be happy.

Simon wants to be happy and now there's a chance for it and so why not take it? He's done stupider things before, like coming here in the first place, so he might as well go all the way.

He doesn't text Wilhelm a yes, doesn't make any promises. He texts one word and one word alone, followed by a number, the name of the hotel and his room number, and maybe that's the biggest promise of all.

He doesn't regret it. He couldn't stay, not without making his inevitable departure even worse, but now he's done his part and the ball is in Wilhelm's court, all the balls are, and Simon is here and waiting.

For a ferry. For Wilhelm. For the life they could have had.

Fuck.

#it was editing this #or throwing myself a pity party #because for the first time ever #I could attend all the Eurovision events live #with nothing stopping me except my own morals and conscious #so clearly I'm boycotting it all #and that's the easy choice #no pity party for me #hello editing #I'm not saying Simon is staying at the Hilton Garden Inn #but I'm also not not saying that #yes Faroe Gone will have a happy ending #faroe gone #young royals #young royals fic #fic snippet #wilmon #fic update

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lullabyes22-blog · 7 months

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Mel x Silco - Married AU - A Drabble Thing

Based on this ask by @the-blue-quetzalcoatl <3

Part of an AU meta of the Forward, but Never Forget/XOXO universe.

tw: tubal ligation, pregnancy, miscarriage

tw: dysfunctional family dynamics

"A Medarda has to stay a Medarda. Our lineage is the future. It has to continue. And it must be your priority."

In the Married AU, Mel would still go through with the sterilization. On the outset, Silco would know, and have taken it as a given. In his mind, it'd be smarter to have their bases covered, since having a child caught between two politicking nations is not a fate one would wish on any whelp.

Worst case: they'd end up being used as leverage for politics.

Worst-of-the-worst case: Ambessa might abduct them.

However, I do headcanon that Silco would begin alarming Mel, as the years pass and the two grow closer, by idly speculating what sort of family they'd have made, and what any children he might've had by her would look like.

It would be very difficult for Mel to know whether he's being serious or pushing her buttons - which in turn would start making her second-guess herself.

She'd privately have no desire to have any children. And by this point, she'd be very close with Jinx, and feel a sense of fulfillment in how the girl is blossoming.

In fact, it'd be a private joke between them—

Mel: "So many families have a passel of daughters. It's like they're trying to get the ingredients just right. I already have a daughter. She's perfect."

Jinx: “Damn straight.”

And yet, the more Mel listens to Silco's lazy post-coital musings, the more a nagging part of her brain goes, "Maybe... maybe I could have another?"

And, naturally, once she'd admit that to herself, the question would become, "How? I've already burned that bridge."

The thought would occur to her: "What if we were to find a surrogate?"

She'd nix it the moment the idea comes up. If an outsider were involved, it would only leave room for things to go wrong. There'd be too much risk to their lives, their plans, their position. A few times, she'd catch herself eyeing up Sevika as a potential candidate. Sevika, nobody's fool, would suss out exactly what Mel has in mind.

She'd put her foot down - and take her grievance to Silco.

Sevika: "Your Missus keeps sizing me up like she's assessing property for acquisition."

Silco: "Nonsense. She's admiring your physique."

Sevika: "She asked if my family had any history of issues."

Silco: "With the law?"

Sevika: "With birth defects, sir."

Silco would stop short.

Sevika: "Your lady wife is thinking of putting a bun in my oven. Tell her to knock it off. Or else I will."

Naturally, this would lead to a confrontation between Silco and Mel. He'd demand to know what the hell she was thinking. And she'd snap that it's his fault for putting the idea in her head. He'd insist it was just playful banter, and she'd retort that he wouldn't have said it unless some part of him meant it.

Sophistry is both their weapon of choice, but in this instance, he'd find himself cornered, as nothing leaves his mouth by accident, or without design.

She'd press him: Why does he keep bringing it up?

And he'd fold: "I think you'd make a fine mother."

The honesty would shock her, and the realization would hit: This isn't about lineage. He wants a child.

With me.

They'd end up having an emotionally exhausting but cathartic conversation, where they'd both lay their cards out on the table.

Mel would admit her fears - of everything as surface-level as having a baby and ruining her figure, to as intimate as becoming the woman she sees when she looks at her mother. Besides: pregnancy is moot. She'd made her choice to get fixed, and she can't undo that.

Likewise, Silco would concede that he was playing dirty, and that it's an issue best left alone.

They have Jinx, and Jinx is enough.

The conversation would end with both of them feeling raw, and strangely exposed, but lead to a ravenous reconciliation that would leave the sheets torn up the next morning.

But in the coming days, Mel would realize the thought hasn't gone away.

She'd sit with Jinx, the two of them painting a mural together. Mel would watch the girl, smudged in pink and cackling, and feel a sense of quiet pride.

And she'd wonder: "If I had a child, would I feel this way towards him or her, too?"

Or she'd watch Silco with Jinx, as he patiently teaches her the Demacian Waltz, the two of them sweeping gracefully around the room, and think, "Would he be like this with our son or daughter?"

And each time, the thought would sting: a wound that refuses to scab over.

Mel's pride and her pragmatism would war within her. Her pride would demand her to tell Silco the truth, and suggest they look into feasible options: surrogacy, or adoption. Her pragmatism would whisper that it's an unnecessary complication: a wild card that would threaten the intimate accord that they've fought tooth and nail to establish.

It'd be a constant battle, one that she'd keep secret.

In the summertime, Ambessa would arrive in Zaun for her yearly visit. She'd bring her entourage as usual. Same fanfare, same bluster, same backhanded threats to Silco.

During their greeting, Mel would catch her mother appraising her. Still not with child, her eyes would say. Mel, of course, would play it off, and make her own barbed comments about her mother's advancing age. They'd have dinner, each party polite as if at knifepoint.

In the morning, Mel would be woken up by a knock at the door. Ambessa would be waiting at the threshold.

She'd be cordial, but also brisk, demanding a few moments of her daughter's time.

Mel, knowing her mother, would grimly oblige.

Ambessa would inform her, in clipped tones, that she has made a decision regarding her line's future. She is ready to give Mel the reins of their empire, as well as a healthy supply of wealth, as long as Mel agrees to go through with a procedure to reverse the sterilization she’d done years ago. She has trusted surgeons, who are more than willing to operate.

Mel's gut would heave, but her face would betray nothing.

Ambessa would continue: "You have proven yourself a fine stateswoman, Mel. But in all other respects, you remain a headstrong child."

That would hit Mel like a slap in the face, and her mother would keep going: "I am getting old, and it's time I start preparing for my exit. But I want our legacy carried forward. I'd have preferred it not be spoiled by that no-name Trencher. But he has drive, if nothing else. Perhaps his nation will thrive on its own. Either way, he has his claws dug in too deep for me to oust him from your life."

She'd lean in: "But a Medarda has to stay a Medarda. Our lineage is the future. It has to continue. And it must be your priority."

Mel would swallow the bile rising in her throat.

"Think on it, Mel. It's a small thing. But it would mean the world to me."

Mel would excuse herself with stiff formality, and make her exit. She'd wait until she was alone, and then run to the bathroom and vomit.

Afterwards, she'd sit on the floor, and think.

She would weigh the options in her head. She would weigh the costs and benefits; the haves and have-nots. She would look at it objectively.

And she'd make her choice.

In the afternoon, Ambessa would be told to pack her bags and leave. No reason given.

Silco would find Mel sitting at her vanity, staring into the mirror, her eyes hooded. He'd come over, and rest his hands on her shoulders.

Mel: "If we're going to do this... let's be thorough."

Silco: "Do what?"

Mel: "Have a child. Let's do this right. We'll find a doctor. The best there is."

Silco: "What in Kindred's name has gotten into you?"

Mel: "A little bit of madness. And a lot of clarity."

Long story short: after a hushed conversation with a private Piltover physician, the three of them would discuss options, and it'd be determined that the procedure can be reversed. Mel would be breathlessly giddy, and Silco would be cautiously optimistic.

For the next year, it'd be a frenzied dance – one that would leave Mel jelly-legged each morning. Hers and Silco’s physical quotient, high to begin with, would be turned up to eleven, and every month, Mel would wait with bated breath.

And nothing would happen.

Month after month: nothing.

Mel would start growing anxious. The doctor would assure her there's nothing wrong. The procedure went as smoothly as could be expected. There's no reason why her body shouldn't be responding. She'd begin looking at her belly in the mirror, waiting for her body to change. She'd try every old wives' tale: eat certain foods, drink special teas, sleep with her back facing a wall.

And month after month: nothing

Silco would notice her growing despondent. He'd ask her if she wants to give it up, and she'd tell him not yet. Inside, however, the doubt would gnaw her to pieces.

"Why isn't this working? Why am I failing?"

Her paintings would grow darker, and her silences longer. Jinx would notice, but Mel would keep her worries close to the chest, not wanting to trouble her.

Month after month.

Until one morning, she'd be roused by Silco shaking her awake. The bedsheets would be stained with blood. Not period-blood, but a darker, heavier flow.

The medicks would be summoned.

The doctor would later confirm she'd suffered a miscarriage. Mel would protest she'd not even known she was pregnant. And the doctor would say the signs were there. She'd been drowsy (lack of rest, Mel had speculated); she'd been experiencing morning sickness (a bad batch of oysters from an Ionian gala, Mel had surmised); her mood had been off (she'd been under pressure negotiating an Ionian arms treaty, Mel insisted).

And the list would go on.

Her body had tried to tell her. She just hadn't listened.

Mel would be in bed for a week. She'd cry into her pillow, without sound. Silco would try to console her. She'd explode at him, raging and screaming, and then break down begging for his forgiveness in the next breath.

In her mind, she'd see her mother, shaking her head:

"How could you fail? You're a Medarda. Our family line has never failed."

By the end of the month, Mel would emerge from seclusion and dust herself off. She'd dress in her loveliest gown, put her golden mask on, and return to work.

And she’d never speak of it again.

Jinx would prove her deepest solace. She'd spend time with the girl, teaching her, painting with her, talking about anything and everything. She'd try not to look at her and see her failure, but instead, the daughter she already had.

This girl is the best of the two of us, she'd think. She is enough.

She is perfect.

Silco would be relieved to hear the music of feminine laughter filling the halls again. At night, Mel would visit his room, and they'd take each other with a renewed ferocity.

She'd never ask if he was disappointed.

He'd never offer his pity.

Afterward, she'd hold onto him, and bury her face in his neck, and know she wasn’t alone.

In the summertime, Ambessa would visit, and Mel would meet her at the threshold, her hands folded primly in front of her. She'd greet her mother with cool cordiality, and invite her in. They'd talk politics, and war, and the state of the city. They'd never mention her womb.

It'd be a tacit understanding. The terms of their truce.

A few months later, Mel would order paperwork to formalize Jinx's adoption as her heir, and make sure her name would be inscribed next to Silco's: husband and wife.

Ambessa would receive the announcement in a missive.

She'd read the contents, and then, without reading further, crumple it up and toss it into the fireplace.

Then she'd summon her scribe and have the Medarda line of succession changed to reflect the new arrangement.

Ambessa would think, privately, "What a waste."

And yet, a part of her would admire her daughter's tenacity.

The Medarda line, after all, was spawned by cutthroats and bastards too.

Mel would resume her duties as Councilor with a rekindled fervor. She had a daughter, and her daughter would inherit a brighter tomorrow. Zaun and Piltover would have a strong alliance, one built by her hand, and Silco's. And they'd have a dynasty, one that would carry on their name, and bury the bones of all who stood against them.

They had a family. And a future.

On the Equinox, the three of them would go sailing in the canals. Mel would lean against Silco's shoulder, and watch Jinx dance across the deck, as lanterns twinkled across the water. She'd see a girl, free to choose her own path, not the one Ambessa had carved out for her. She'd have her father's vision, and her mother's compassion. She'd have the best of both of them.

And, if nothing else, the girl would have her.

Later, in the dark, Silco would whisper:

"We'll try again, if you want."

Mel would think of her mother, and a lifetime of expectations.

She'd shake her head, and nestle deeper against him.

"No," she'd whisper, with a smile. "I have all I need."

#arcane silco #arcane league of legends #arcane #silco #forward but never forget/xoxo #forward (never forget)/xoxo #mel medarda #ambessa medarda #arcane ambessa #silco x mel #melco #arcane jinx #jinx

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life-winners-liveblog · 2 months

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Went through my playlist of feels and chose the best songs I felt sorta fit the situation. Found some bangers I had forgotten

Here’s my list of suggestions:

Antidote, figure it out- Faith Marie

Agoraphobic- Corpse Husband

Would Anyone Care- Citizen Soldier

villain- mj apanay

Pain Is My Best Friend- Narrows North

Are You Satisfied?- Marina and The Diamonds (Thought this was funny cause of the previous mention)

High Low- The Unlikely Candidates

worthless- eli. (This one’s a personal favorite)

And here’s one to represent the people who care and are trying to help:

What The Hell Happened?- Ked

{Sorry for the long list I just really like sharing music}

-Wisp

LL!Martyn: That's a lot of songs.

LimL!Jimmy: We can put them in a playlist and have them in the background while we clean? Maybe?

LL!Martyn: I guess I don't hate that idea.

LimL!Jimmy: Great!

(Honestly? I knew only one of these before this)

~~Antidote~~

LimL!Jimmy: Oh this one is nice.

LL!Martyn: Not quite the same situation as me.

LimL!Jimmy: Yeah, because everyone knows that you need help.

LL!Martyn: ... I don't mind the song though.

~~Agoraphobic~~

LimL!Jimmy: Oh my gosh whats his voice?!? I ...didn't expect that.

LL!Martyn: Definitely didn't expect the depressing lyrics and the lo-fi beats to study to would mesh so well.

LimL!Jimmy: Oh yeah sure...but the voice!

LL!Martyn: We get it, It's deep. What? Do you...find it hot?

LimL!Jimmy: ... No! I mean not to say It's ugly because It's not but it's not why I-wait...you are messing with me aren't you?

LL!Martyn: Lmao.

~~Would anyone care~~

LimL!Jimmy: Well this is just depressing after depressing.

LL!Martyn: You good Tim? ...wow that was weird... it's usually you asking me.

LimL!Jimmy: Oh It's... nothing...just some unwanted toughts from Limited Life coming back...

~~villain~~

LL!Martyn: Ouch that hit surprisingly close.

LimL!Jimmy: yeah...same...

LL!Martyn: Guess we do have some things in common...even if for different reasons. (Paranoid delusions vs self-worth issues).

~~Pain is my best friend~~

LL!Martyn: ...well I am starting to think these are targeted... Should have expected that.

LimL!Jimmy: Well yeah, the whole reason we are listening to these is to help you... that's kinda the point.

~~Are you satisfied ~~

LimL!Jimmy: Oh I know this one! Joel is a big Marina and the diamonds fan...and so is Scott...but mostly Joel.

LL!Martyn: Huh? News to me. Scott I understand...but Joel? Really?

LimL!Jimmy: Oh yeah.

~~High Low~~

LL!Martyn: Huh... I feel like I am more just constantly low.

LimL!Jimmy: I don't thinks thats better????

~~worthless~~

LimL!Jimmy: Oh again, bad toughts go away.

LL!Martyn: What...are you doing?

LimL!Jimmy: Pushing the bad toughts away again.

LL!Martyn: I might be insane but I am pretty sure that doesn't work.

LimL!Jimmy: Well this one hit deep...

LL!Martyn: Oh yeah I agree, this one is like...really good.

LimL!Jimmy: I don't see the appeal of music that makes you feel worse... (Prefers happy music when feeling bad)

LL!Martyn: It's cathartic to hear your feelings be sung. (Prefers sad music when feeling bad)

#asks #trafficblr #traffic series #author answers #martyn inthelittlewood #jimmy solidarity #Wisp

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quesadillayuri · 5 months

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do u guys ever think about how the partners of those on the qsmp are gods and/or godesses in the lore. unrelated did u know that tommyinnit and tubbo underscore are legally married. just thought that was interesting.

Tubbo is, admittedly, not the best person.

He’s kind of a bit of a dick. He’s reckless, doesn’t have much regard for his own personal safety, let alone others, and he can be callous and rude and prickly and blunt. He’s not afraid to push buttons, literally or metaphorically, and he can be... explosive. Destructive, even. To say the least.

On further introspection, Tubbo realizes that he’s actually a lot more than a bit of a dick.

He doesn’t deserve this though. Probably.

Tubbo can’t remember much, but he’s almost entirely sure that he’s done nothing to deserve this. Literally no crime ever committed, ever, is worth this punishment.

“I hate you,” Tubbo sighs, for the ninetieth time in the past four minutes, “I hate you so much.” He pulls off his jacket, slipping his arms out of the sleeves and tossing the jacket in the general direction of the prick that can’t quite leave him alone. Tommy recoils at the jacket thrown across his face suddently, letting out a —incredibly cathartic for Tubbo— squak of surprise. Tubbo stomps away, leaving Tommy to reel away in his overblown, exaggerated horror at Tubbo’s dastardly actions, or whatever.

“This is, quite literally, very homophobic of you, Toby,” Tommy says, all faux-shock and concern, like Tubbo will believe him for a second. “Truly just so homophobic, I’m writing a twitlonger as we speak because Jesus, Toby—”

“You’re not even gay!” Tubbo bites out, left eye twitching. He stomps away, leaviTommy gasps at this, and Tubbo reminds himself that wringing his neck is not an option, despite it looking more and more appealing by the second.

“Oh, and how do you know that?” Tommy argues, walking right on Tubbo’s heels, “You really can’t base things on stereotypes, Toby, it’s incredibly offensive, you know? Just because I look straight and sound straight and act straight and— Oh, hi Em— say I’m straight doesn’t mean I am. What about me is straight to you?”

“Well, maybe the girlfriend, if I had to hazard a guess,” Tubbo says sarcastically, “Although I suppose that’s not relevant right now?”

He’s joking, obviously, because it’s very relevant.

“Oh Toby— Toby, Toby, Toby. Sweet, young Toby,” Tommy starts, and Tubbo knows he is not planning on stopping, “Of course, that’s not relevant. I’m talking about our marriage!”

“We’re not married,” Tubbo says, for the one-hundred ninetieth time in the last five minutes.

“Oh, ho-ho, but we are!” Tommy says, and Tubbo weighs the pros and cons of killing himself rapidly and graphically by throwing himself out of the nearest possible window. The pros are not currently outweighing the cons, but with how this conversation is going, they probably will soon.

“Sign the fucking divorce papers, Tommy,” Tubbo sighs, a little angry about how long this has been going on for, but mostly tired and resigned. And angry, because Tommy’s neck is looking so, so wringable right now, but mostly tired.

Tommy just laughs, and disappears in that frustrating, echoey way they all do. Em’s never far behind him, but Tubbo dispairingly turns to her at the kitchen counter anyway, for his own comfort. To her credit, she does offer him a smile, but at best it’s pitying, and at worst it’s amused. Tubbo thinks it might be both.

“I’d say I’m sorry, but I think we both know it’s going to take more than that to get him to sign those papers,” Em says, and Tubbo groans.

“Why don’t you tell him?” Tubbo asks, desperate, but knowing the answer anyway.

“Because this way, it’s—”

“One thousand times funnier,” Tubbo finishes for her. He lacks the energy to even attempt to mock Tommy’s tone, but Tubbo hears his voice ringing in his head anyway. Em laughs, and then she disappears too. Tubbo squints at the place where they both were, like if he stares for long enough they will both reappear as reasonable, normal, willing-to-sign-the-divorce-papers sort of people. They don’t, because God hates Tubbo, and the world hates Tubbo, and the universe hates Tubbo.

The only thing that the universe did right was make sure that Tommy didn’t have the foresight to make him sign a prenup. At least Tubbo can get Tommy’s money when he finally signs the divorce papers.

If he ever signs the divorce papers.

Tubbo slams his head against the wall again.

Tubbo_: never get married

pactw: ?

Tubbo_: dont do it pac

pactw: ???????

#sorry i think im Really funny #also this has been stuck in my head all day bc i think marriage fraud tommy & tubbo is so fucking funny to me #like yea. tommy conned that man into getting married.#nothing better than that #tommyinnit #tubbo #qsmp #clingy duo #fanfic #fanfiction #.writing

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FINALLY somebody addressing why I am sad about Rasputin’s characterization this season. Let grandpa get ANGRY let him get PISSED. Let him drop warsats on people again

The three pillars of the Warmind Rasputin in the Destiny narrative are mystery, tragedy, and power. Those are the story roles he fulfills and the themes and settings he provides. The Warmind DLC emphasized mystery and power. Season of the Worthy emphasized power and tragedy. Season of the Seraph so far has leaned hard on the tragedy with a side of mystery. That’s fine. It’s better than fine; I’m living for a Rasputin season that finally hammers home to the general player population how emotional his entire story is (and not just the parts with the Iron Lords) if only because I’m no longer the crazy person sitting in the corner yelling this computer is extremely sad actually here’s a 12-page lore essay based on deep analysis and textual inference. We’ve never encountered Rasputin in such a weak state before and that makes it the best time for a vulnerable narrative. So this season has gone for tragedy with backup mystery. That’s fine.

But let us not neglect his third role.

Why is it so important for Rasputin to demonstrate his power? Or, put another way, why is it so satisfying when he does? When Red shot down the Almighty, regardless of whether you liked the season or even the event leading up to it, when the Almighty shattered and that shockwave cracked across the Tower I bet you felt something. We’ve seen display after display of might from a range of characters, yet nothing - maybe this is a function of who I hang out with, but - nothing evokes as visceral a response from players as when the Warmind acts. Why?

First off I think a lot of people enjoy the narrative of the sleeping giant, the dormant volcano rumbling to life. Remember when the ents go to war in The Two Towers? It’s a real thrill to watch something vast stir itself to war on our behalf, and I am one thousand percent here for that exact trope. Second, Rasputin has a clear and easy-to-sympathize-with motive for some righteous revenge. Third, he has every right to and absolutely should get very, very angry and boy is it cathartic to watch someone vent that kind of fury against the status quo. Fourth, sometimes it’s just fun to watch big space explosions. But after giving it a lot of thought I think there’s another key aspect: because Rasputin is our home team.

Rasputin represents humanity, far more than Guardians do. In the Destiny universe Rasputin embodies the apex of human technology, engineering, creativity, power - human, not Guardian. So we all have a little bit of an affinity for the Warmind, not us as Guardians but us, the players, as human beings, because he is humanity’s representative at the table of Destiny powers. The weapons Rasputin wields are weapons we recognize as our own. The technology he builds evokes real concrete tech we use. He quotes books we’ve read, he plays music we listen to, he cites our history. He’s the home team, and we are all, whether we know it or not, way down deep we are all cheering for him just a little bit, because he represents the real world we live in pitting itself against the greatest threats fantasy and scifi can conjure up. Nobody gave him Light or picked him out as the special Chosen One. All his strength is our strength. When he exercises that power, we see our own civilization sticking up for itself against the unknown. He is, in all goddamn seriousness, Flag Admiral Stabby.

So I guess I’m wrong about what I said at the beginning. There are four aspects, not three, to Rasputin’s role in Destiny: mystery, tragedy, power, and humanity. He is the representative of what the human race can build and do. So let him wake up and demonstrate that maybe humans came late to the table but we sure didn’t waste any time. Let him wake up and remind everyone that humanity’s fate won’t just decided by the immortal god-children who terrorized them for centuries in concert with alien factions with superior technology and much longer histories. Humans can do incredible things when they put their minds to it and they don’t need a paracausal permission slip to try. Let Rasputin show the solar system the creativity, tenacity, and stubborn defiance we like to imagine as our species’ defining traits. Let him bring a gun to a wizard fight. And let him win.

#Destiny 2 #the Warmind Rasputin #Season of the Seraph #I mean and also it is fun to watch things explode #but yeah I thought for a while to work all this out #and I think there's something here that's key to Rasputin's popularity #he is us #he is our technology and our weaponry but he is also our culture and history #no magic no blessings no special chosen fate #just steel and fire and determination #there's a colonial narrative in here about how humanity is barely hanging on in its own solar system #while far greater powers turn it into their playground and battlefield #but that's a whole other essay on its own.#output generated #overthinking is my superpower #this is the wager of existence

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A long (spoilers included) review of Dunki.

Because I think I should just write it all out.

Starts with classic Hirani flavour. A main character on a wheelchair plotting an escape. And they succeed. Mannu runs away to meet her lawyer to ask about her visa condition. The answer is negative but she's desperate to be back home now. So comes the names of Hardy, a guy who she hasn't met in 25 years now.

Cue Hardayal Singh Dhillon, in all his greys and old age cramps running a race and also winning it but well a call from Mannu, who cares about a damn race. He answers no I'm not coming to get you and she smiles saying 'kand' ho gaya hai. And how can the 'Banda' refuse.

This was the introduction of a tale so simple, yet so real. Why do people leave their homes? The homes even with the poverty still has the warmth and love. But what could be more glaring than poverty for unemployed youth. Sometimes it's heartbreaking love, a love so powerful that people decide to end themselves instead of trying to survive through. That's Sukhi and Jassi's subplot, which only propels Hardy to decide on the donkey route, a decision that'll change all their lives forever.

And so starts the dunki, shown very aesthetically if I might say the horrors and the dangers. But you know your leads survive so you hold on. They wade underwater, scared and tired. They hide in freezers, cold. They walk through the desert among skeletons and evilness. Mannu has a cathartic experience here. And you wonder what exactly is the point of going through all this trouble without any guarantee. But they manage to reach their destination.

And now awaits another horror. Immigrants are looked down upon. They aren't humans in the eye of the citizens and don't get the dignity to live like humans either. Toiling through odd jobs, sending fake pictures to assure their families and to give them a better life is their only cause now. But Hardy doesn't have any of that. He's there for Mannu, so he starts the point of going back. But necessity is larger than lives for some people.

So they get caught and the rest seek asylum but Hardy can't lie, won't lie that it was his country that's unsafe for him. So he's sent back.

Fascinatingly dark that deported people get to travel safely back to the places they tried so hard to escape. It's along the same line as punishing people attempting suicide. This helps no-one.

Anyway 25 years pass offscreen. We get to know in passing that the families back home are doing well enough but our 3 asylum seekers are not getting the visa to return home. But trust Hardy, he can do it.

And Hardy does, with a bit of cunning and so much old man charm, the old man does it for his Mannu. But Mannu is dying. And ah well. What beats a tragic love story.

What beats a movie with so much heart and love and pain underlying the humour and constant laughter.

You just end up sitting a bit longer in the theatre and hoping to gather your thoughts because there's so much and yet there's this numbness. Is it because you saw the best movie, maybe. There's no best movie as per me honestly. Is it because this topic is way too real but so far from your reality that it shocks you a bit more. Is it because you love the man frontlining these moving images and you can see no fault.

Honestly I don't even want to conclude. If I could I would like to hug Sukhi right after the phone call, and Hardy after the court and at the terrace. But I'm guessing Hardy will be fine. Wo sambhal lega apne ko. Mannu I hope you had happy moments, even if they were the bare minimum.

#dunki #long review or just me trying to explain to myself some stuff #who cares #Rajkumar Hirani #this might be his most honest film #srk #shah rukh khan #man keeps outdoing himself #tapsee pannu #my heart beats for Mannu #vicky kaushal #sukhi I just want to hug you #anil grover #that one scene of him crying in desperation #vikram kocher #dadi ki kasam khane ke baad bhi nahi sudhra ye

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Thoughts on Houseki no Kuni chapter 98 (Spoilers)

Okay so i actually loved this chapter, i may or may not have shed a couple tears but who's asking right. I personally was on the side of Phos taking revenge because honestly I'm a vindictive person and i like Phos not because i feel they did nothing wrong but because i feel even through all their actions i can understand why, even if Phos were not the protagonist but an antagonist, they're the kind I'd root for. But moving on.

The fact they started off with this is such an epic power move tbh, it shows they are completely aware of their godhood, aware of the power that lies in their scribbly little hands and aware of all the possibilities they could make happen with it. This points shows that whatever Phos does is their decision and their decision alone because at this point they are above any sort of manipulation and i have always thought regardless my personal convictions that I've always wanted Phos to have a choice.

This panel made me very emotional because it is nothing but the truth. Phos has always been fundamentally different and with that came an ever present sense of loneliness and also made them the prime subject for this entire thing, even if they had taken a different path i don't think this singular fact would've changed.

I won't lie i was a tad bit upset about this cause i really did want Phos to spit in all their faces but i read over it again and pondered, and then i realized there is no forgiveness here, at least how I interpreted it.

They're praying for them not with a sense of complete forgiving selflessness or a sense of duty and obligation but because they've all been miserable for so long, all of them have been miserable in some way for so long and they're so tired, so tired that neither forgiveness nor revenge mean anything anymore, nothing can ever fix this or remove what has already happened so its better for all of them like this.

At this point i had infact manufactured enough tears to fill up a decent sized kitchen mug, because this was what baby Phos had wanted through their transformations, to be understood, a sense of belonging and oneness but look at all it took to get here. The events of this chapter may not feel like much, to some it might even feel anticlimatic but by God is it cathartic as fuck.

I know this isn't the end even though it feels like it is so honestly i cant wait to see what else Ichikawa wants to do to us. Because we haven't seen what being Phos's version "prayed away" entails, maybe its something none of us expect, i mean we did just see a big explosion but that's just me thinking, also what does it mean for the species, what about any Lustrous that might be formed again?. Guess we wont know till the next chapter~

#houseki no kuni #chapter 98 #houseki no kuni spoilers #phosphophillyte #it feels like the end #but i know it isn't #ichikawa what else can you do to me #atp hnk is like my monthly dose of healthy misery #it comes back and i know my heart is gonna go through it one way or the other #hnk

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Is it annoying and/or anticlimactic to release an INCREDIBLE and LONG chapter of a beloved series and have people immediately clamor for more? Like “You literally just ate shut up”?

Anyway, this is such a fascinating series for me to read. I’ve always been/intended to be child free and just recently took steps to make that permanent. As much as I knew I didn’t want kids, it was startling to realize in the process that I also had to grapple with and mourn what I was giving up - in particular, seeing my husband become a dad. It was hard to reconcile my certainty in not wanting children with the recognition that there were aspects of motherhood I will miss. I guess I thought if it wasn’t all or nothing then I wasn’t fully committed and people would doubt me and pull the “you’ll change your mind” card too much, which could make me doubt myself. Anyways this has been cathartic and also a little extra sad for me but in a good way ❤️

hahaha honestly, i don't really mind. it's lovely to feel people's excitement over something you've posted! and those comments are also ways that people express enjoyment, so i'm cool with them. (also i'll always work at my own pace anyways - which is quite slow i'd say lol)

i love that you're intrigued by the series. this is such an insightful message, so thank you for sending it in. i love to think and talk about this sort of thing, so i hope you won't mind me adding my two cents here.

firstly, i think it's great that you assessed your own wants and needs and acted accordingly. super brave to put yourself first - it's not always easy to think that way and do it, so kudos to you.

secondly, i don't think these sorts of things are ever very black and white. i think it's perfectly normal and perfectly natural for you to know within yourself that kids aren't something you want, but to still wonder. the idea of what could've been, right? but i think that happens with every decision we make in life; it's just part of the deal.

personally, my feelings on motherhood have changed drastically. when i was younger, i don't know if there was anything i wanted more than to be someone's mom. now that i've grown up a little, come into myself, i've realized it's not really for me. that's fine! maybe one day i might change my mind, maybe i never will. both are also fine!

scom is obviously a pregnancy-related fic, and she clearly grapples quite a lot with the idea of fitting into this role that she just doesn't see herself as, yet. but it's not a fic intended to capture one side or the other (of an issue which i think is very gray, anyways). it's just a fic about a woman deciding what she wants, and doing it - which is the least we can really ask for, i guess. it's the least we deserve.

i hope you're good. your decision is so valid and i'm damn glad you made it. thank you again for this very thoughtful ask. how lovely that you're able to find catharsis in art! what a wonderful thing to have stumbled across. 🩵

#chats w max #anon #sweet child o' mine

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Protective prompt: “He(/she/they) said what to you?!” Murderbot & Pin-Lee. Who’s being protective? Up to you!

When movement triggered outside the door to Pin-Lee's apartment at 3am, local time, a full five days before she was due to return from a planet-side trip, I assumed the worse: i.e. GrayCris or other potentially hostile agent attempting a break-in.

0.2 seconds later-- long enough for me to be on my feet and formulating a response plan-- I registered the figure I was seeing as Pin-Lee herself, and settled back down.

Unexpected, but preferable.

Stil, once she was inside, I asked a message to confirm if she was okay. Pin-Lee waited a worrying long period of time (over five minutes), to respond with a curt 'fine'.

That rung my bullshit meter, but it wasn't any of my business, and also I didn't care. So I wasn't going to ask about it.

And I didn't ask her the next cycle, either, even when she gave my drone this really weird look.

And no. I didn't even ask her three cycles after that, when she ran into me unexpectedly within the halls of the Preservation Alliance government building, and she visibly flinched.

Flinching was fine. I could handle flinching. Flinching was just a thing people did, around SecUnits.

I wasn't going to say anything about it, and I didn't expect her to either.

Three hours later, she sent me a message: [I noticed you turned your drone off.]

I hadn't turned it off. It was in low-power mode. It would fully activate if/when certain key phrases/sounds were detected.

I didn't say anything about that.

Pin-Lee said, [I'm getting the sense I better apologise.]

[For what?] I said, before I could stop myself.

[For flinching like that, when I saw you in the hallway earlier,] she said, and then there was a 7 second pause before her next message. [It's not because I'm scared of you, or anything. I promise.]

[No one said you were.]

My drone was in hibernation, so I couldn't tell if she sighed or not. [I'm just in a weird head-space right now and you surprised me. I flinched and fucked up. Sorry.]

[Okay,] I said.

There was a long enough pause that I thought this conversation was over, and I had gotten back into my book. Then Pin-Lee said, [I got into a fight with my parents.]

[A fight?]

[Well, they called it an 'intervention'.]

[An intervention for what?]

[They said I was bot-drunk.]

They said what? [They said WHAT to you?]

[You heard me.] Pin-Lee stood up and started pacing around her office, which I could see, because I'd turned her drone back on.

Bot-Drunk was a Preservation-specific bit of slang, but most CR languages and cultures had their own equivilents, ranging from 'whales' to 'silicon sluts'. (Gross.) It referred to anyone who got sucked into an obsession with a chat bot, ComfortUnit, or other artificially-constructed personality, coming to view it-- and the supposed relationship attached to it-- as real.

[Wow.]

"They said," Pin-Lee ground out, "that I was working too hard. That I needed a break. Which, okay, fair, maybe I was! But that was why I came down to visit them, like they asked! And then they wait until I'm settled in, and all my childhood friends are there, to say hi, or so I assume. But then I come home one day and they're all gathered in the living room and…" She spluttered in a sort of wordless rage, which man, I kind of wish I could pull off. It looked cathartic.

"And THEN they sit me all down, and they remind me of the AI boyfriend I had when I was twelve, TWELVE. And they say that I'm falling into old traps again. And that they know that 'chat programs can be very convincing', but that 'a layer of fake skin might make you seem more realistic, you still need to keep some perspective on what really matters'…"

[My skin is fake? Could of fooled me.]

"Your emotions, too, apparently," she said, bitterly.

"Huh. Guess I can stop feeling so fucked up about them, then."

She laughed. Then she stopped, abruptly. "I'm sorry. I'm making this all about me."

I shrugged, remembered she couldn't see me, and said, [It's okay.]

"It's not. It's fucked up. It's fucked up that they'd treat you that way, that they'd talk like that to my face."

It was fucked up. But they weren't my family, so I didn't really care.

Except for the way they had very clearly fucked Pin-Lee up, I did. She didn't just look mad; I had seen Pin-Lee mad. Pin-Lee wore anger like armour, or a cape. It made her look distinguished and powerful.

This made her look… bad. It made her skin look blotchy and her eyes look red and her body look shaky.

Okay, yeah. Now I was pissed, actually.

[Want me to go down there? Then they can for themselves just how made-up I am.]

She laughed. It was a long, ugly, bitter laugh. "Don't tempt me, SecUnit. Do not fucking tempt me."

#murderbot diaries #flash fiction #fanfic

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Teen Wolf 1x10

Panic for Stiles derailed by a pretty girl. That’s fair.

Scott doesn’t know how to use the ‘you too’ phrase. SAME, MY DUDE.

SHE BROUGHT HER A GAME. Why is Allison so damn cute? Like, for real, Scott, I get you on this.

I am so confused about Danny’s role on this team. I thought he was the goalie? Wouldn’t Scott passing it to Danny be, like, a bad thing? Unless Danny got himself some goalie goals, which are awesome and should be revered.

“Apology accepted.” Scott, you should have apologized with actual words, but I’m glad you’re on good terms with Danny at least. You don’t have a lot of people on your side these days.

Ummm, running would be a good option. Also putting on pants.

TELL ME THIS IS NOT FUCKFACE JOINING UP WITH PETER TO TERRORIZE A HALF NAKED SIXTEEN YEAR OLD BOY IN A LOCKER ROOM. TELL ME HE WOULD NOT ACTUALLY STOOP THIS LOW.

Although, I did kind of call this in like episode two. I mean, they weren’t actually working together then, but literally the episode after the Alpha reveal they’re working together, so I claim prescience anyway.

Couple of things:

That must’ve either been one hell of an explanation from Peter or Fuckface was just itching to be even more of a terrible person and waiting for an excuse.

OR, I will grudgingly admit that he might be doing this to ingratiate himself with Peter while still planning to kill him. Not to help Scott or anyone but himself, of course, but at least it just keeps him at the same amount of trash bag terribleness instead of downgrading him to utter dumpster fire.

Where the hell is Stiles? Maybe he did run? Maybe they have him stuffed in a locker? The timing here is very weird, because if Stiles ran, then why wouldn’t he have gotten to the game first? I mean, he had a car and Peter and Fuckface don’t. Unless they took Jennifer’s car, I guess.

Did they, like, clean up all the blood and glass from the hospital or is some janitor super pissed right now?

Oh, he just wants to kill the responsible ones. Like, the school janitor, or those two dudes in the forest. Or Laura Hale.

I was about to say, I can’t imagine a sixteen year old kid being like, cool, I’ll help you murder people, but then I remembered Jackson.

So I get why Scott is feeling justifiably betrayed. But also, Scott. He’s been dogshit this whole time so this is not a shock to some of us.

Oh Peter is much better at manipulation than Fuckface is.

So we already had the dichotomy of Scott and Fuckface where Scott’s anchor to his humanity is love and his ability to control the shift is driven by his relationships and his willingness to help and comfort. Whereas Fuckface is all about anger and pain.

And now we have the dichotomy with Peter who is willing to maim/manipulate/murder anyone and everyone to achieve his goals, and Scott who’s driven to protect people.

Huh, so the claws in the neck thing is a way to transfer memories. Clearly it’s not just Alphas who can do that. I’m still uncertain as to why Jackson was so affected by Peter’s roar though since Fuckface was the one to do that to him. Is Fuckface automatically part of his pack through bloodlines? If so, why couldn’t he track him instead of terrorizing Scott?

I guess the random douchebags in the forest were a part of the plot.

Okay so, first, there was this movie in the 90s called The Crow where (spoiler alert) the protagonist kills the antagonist by giving him 30 hours of pain all at once. Great scene, very cathartic.

Second, we’re supposed to believe that Peter’s been changed by all of his trauma because of watching/hearing his whole family die and then spending six years in a coma. Changed enough that he killed his own niece.

Trauma, which he then dumped all onto a sixteen year old boy, all at once. I’m surprised Scott isn’t dead or insane from that, honestly.

I just…this kid has been almost constantly facing his own trauma over the last two and a half months and now he’s had six years worth of trauma dumped on him and…Derek just watched. Like. He just watched it happen. He helped it happen.

I know most of the season has been leading up to killing Peter, and he 100% deserves it and needs to be stopped. But I just can’t get over all the points in the show where they’ve tried to make Derek sympathetic and then they just have him watch this. This thing that (theoretically) made his Uncle go insane and kill his own niece. He just let it happen to Scott right in front of him and walked away.

I hope he dies too.

Oh. Hey Stiles. Glad you’re not stuffed in a locker. Did you stop to get some ice cream on the way? Why the fuck did it take you so long?

Little Spider-Man kiss action.

It’s so funny that her spicy dream about Scott kissing her derails so entirely by the missing necklace that she immediately needs to get up to look for it.

Wow, Chris isn’t very observant. Pretty sure Kate saw her though.

Yup.

Lol, Chris, buddy. You are bad at subtle.

Oooh, I wonder when/how Allison found out about that?

Is this, like, a group of abandoned high rises? Once again, Beacon Hills is like a guy selling watches in NYC: we got your city, we got your woods, we got your rich suburbs, we got your abandoned brutalist architecture.

Once again Jackson’s like, I am a fair, gentle, helpless man and if you touch me I might be overcome in a fit of vapors.

Lol, Scott and Stiles riding up to save him. How did you even find him, boys?

Oh. Oh, I was wondering about why we didn’t get more of the aftermath with Scott. He is very much not having a good time. At least some of this reaction has gotta be a side effect of getting Peter’s everything dumped into his head, yeah? Except instead of driving him insane it’s just driving him to protect people more and making him frustrated when he can’t.

But, I’m sorry, is that it? Is that all we fucking get of the aftermath of that attack? Like, either Peter just didn’t feel that much anguish about the whole thing and he’s just always been a lying, manipulative killer or they’re deliberately choosing to minimize Scott’s trauma again. I just don’t understand why they would take that route with their main character.

And here’s the thing about Jackson: he already tried to kill Scott. He would have no issue with killing somebody if it gets him what he wants.

But Scott wants to protect people, even the awful ones. We literally saw it from his first painful change where he immediately swallowed down his own trauma because he was worried about Allison. Peter just went and picked a beta with moral fortitude and a stubborn streak.

I like how Jackson sneeringly said he drives a Porsche when just a few minutes ago it was ‘dead’ behind him, he was being intimidated by a man with a large gun, and Scott had to save him. But, sure, he can totally drive a Porsche.

Pet peeve, he’s pronouncing the word wrong. I had it drilled into me at 22 that it’s Por-shuh.

“We’re about to find out,” Allison says, and then immediately after is like, I don’t know.

Also, why would you put a weapon down to investigate a noise? No, more importantly, why would you need to investigate a random noise in the forest? They’re full of random noises. There is a difference between brave and stupid, Allison.

Oh, well I guess she’s still armed. That’s fair.

But Christ, can Scott catch a fucking break this episode?

Oh jeez, Scott, I thought you were getting better at lying, but you’re really not.

I feel a tiny bit sorry for Lydia left alone with a very large weapon she doesn’t know how to use in a creepy forest.

Oh, Stiles. Bud, what are you doing? You’ve had no problem in the past getting info without trying to get your dad drunk about it.

Sheriff, that’s a little more than an ounce. And it hit you really fucking fast. Is he on meds or something? Or did he already have a few?

So everyone’s connected but the janitor. Don’t forget the janitor in Peter’s list of murders.

At least Stiles knows he’s doing a bad thing. There’s still no reason for it, because they’ve shown multiple times that Stiles can get information from his dad’s files seemingly at will. So that makes it worse.

I guess I’m glad Stiles stopped him there. Drinking to relax is much different than drinking from grief.

Oh my god. Is Scott, who’s being hunted by these people, really coming up with excuses for them? Like, I get why’s he’s trying to keep Allison out of this, but, uh, don’t protect her family’s lies, kiddo. That’s not going to help anyone.

Wow, Melissa, you look super cute!

Why do I have a bad feeling about this medical rep?

Ooop, yup. That’s Peter.

There has to be a reason why he hasn’t tried to change more people when Scott turned out to be a thorn in his side. Weird that he didn’t go after someone like Jackson though. Huh, I wonder if he can’t turn someone else until Scott either accepts him or dies. But why wouldn’t he just kill Scott and try for someone else? There has to be some sort of in universe reason, not just he’s the main character.

I wonder if he’s actually happy that Scott’s fighting him so much. The stronger the willpower Scott has, the stronger the beta he’ll be, the stronger the pack Peter will have. Derek just rolled over for him, but Scott’s a prize, right? To be able to corrupt both his innocence and his morality would be a major coup to a guy like Peter.

Not that that would stop him from hurting, Melissa. I’m just saying, there’s probably a reason why he wouldn’t turn her.

Oh he’s one of those guys that is weird about WWII. Yeah, that tracks.

Oh, poor, baby. Scott very much needs a hug.

I hated that music transition.

Uuuuuuuugh. So either they can change others at any time and didn’t for some unknown reason, or Peter’s real confident that Scott’s going to cave. Could go either way.

I will not be mad if the Argent’s kill Jackson, actually.

Scott, I understand why you’re rushing off to protect your mom, but, like, I feel like this isn’t exactly going to be a quick trip and you’re probably just going to piss Allison off by asking her to stay.

Wow, he didn’t even wait before being creepy with her.

Lol, that was actually so smart Scott! And way to jump in and help Stiles!

Funny that the street was totally empty and now there’s multiple cars being blocked behind them.

I’m not sure it’s a good thing that Peter is impressed by how smart you are Scott.

Ooooh maybe he’s just using Jackson as bait. Could be that too. And, hard agree that Jackson is a dumbass.

All I’m getting from this is that Derek can at least fake supportiveness and helpfulness and there’s no reason he had to put Scott through everything that he did, even if he had to be a fake ass bitch to do it.

Does Derek not yet realize that he transferred his memories with the claws? I guess maybe he wouldn’t, since he’s seen none of the repercussions of it.

I guess this is like a win/win for Peter. If no one shows then he gets Derek to kill Jackson for him and protect their secret. If Scott shows then he gets to go after Scott.

You know what? Danny clearly cares about Jackson; his parents clearly care about him. It’s not that no one cares, it’s that Jackson doesn’t seem to care back. Not enough anyway. The failure is in him, not others.

I also have to wonder how hard Derek is projecting here, since he also has the cool car and the cool hair, but still has no one. Which, again, I would argue, that the failure is in him.

And then we have Scott. Who has no reason to care about either of them. Who has reason to hate both of them. And yet he’s risked his life to save them both multiple times.

There’s a quote that I kind of hate from Doctor Who. “All that pain, that misery, and loneliness. And it just made it kind.” Because no, absolutely not. People can choose kindness in the midst of their pain, misery and loneliness. It’s work, and it’s hard, and it takes effort every single fucking time. But pain and misery and loneliness don’t make someone kind.

Jackson who has barely had any of that that wasn’t from his own making, is not kind. Derek is clearly in the midst of all of that, but it certainly hasn’t fucking made him kind. I think it’s a big mistake to write off Scott as innately kind (no one is innately kind) instead of someone who is making a choice to be kind.

Personal story time. About five years ago I met the kindest person I had ever met. She was a little old lady who never said a bad word about anyone, who always gave people the benefit of the doubt. We were internal customer facing and she generally dealt with a lot of unpleasant people.

As I got to know her, I heard about her partner’s health issues, about her adult son who she was supporting because he once again couldn’t hold down a job. I heard about her persistent insomnia which had her averaging 4-5 hours of sleep a night. But she was unfailingly kind.

One day when I was incredibly angry we went out to lunch and I asked her how she did it. And she told me that her father had not been kind, and that when she was a child she had a lot of anger in her because of it and she would lash out at anyone and everyone. And one day she lashed out and she saw her father in herself. And from that day forward, she chose to be kind.

Sorry about the tangent, but kindness gets treated like it’s something simple and costs you nothing, and that’s absolutely not true. I don’t work with her anymore but we keep in touch, and that lady is still one of the strongest fucking people I ever met.

And while Scott’s not quite at her level of steel, she has probably fifty year on him, and I can see him getting there.

Oh shit, I actually forgot about the Argents.

Oh no! Scott was hit! He really has had a rough episode. I think this is one of the most brutal if I’m not mistaken.

Is Derek actually being helpful again!? This makes two whole times!

Oh lord, I just thought about something….is Allison going to find something incriminating in Scott’s room? Does Scott even have anything incriminating? Eh, it looks like she’s just going to leave and be disappointed in him again.

Oh no, it was a wolfsbane bullet. I mean, that makes sense, but also it’s not like Kate had many of them and she wasn’t really sharpshooting through that door.

Holy shit, Deaton! We haven’t heard from him since Derek kidnapped him and beat him up. It’s been at least a couple of weeks, right? Has Scott even been going to work?

Are we going to figure out why he was so shifty with the Sheriff and Derek?

That’s definitely just a regular wound now. He clearly knows about werewolves and wolfsbane.

Who are you, Deaton?! What do you know?

His little smirk. I love it.

This reveal is too fucking long. It’s either Derek or Jackson or both, and she’d’ve had more reaction to Jackson ergo it’s Derek. It went past creepy and into annoying.

#teen wolf #scott mccall #allison argent #derek hale #jackson whittemore #peter hale #melissa mccall #sheriff stilinski #kate argent #chris argent #episode reaction #1x10

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randomrabbidramblings · 9 months

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Random Phantom Ramble

Ok starting writing this just a couple of hours after the news of Phantom's return.

I wasn't really prepared and I still have some brain fog from the not so great week, and my brain isn't yet in the "Total Chaos" mode, so I'll write my thoughts now.

I think I'm speaking for everyone when I say the reveal was really unexpected. The DLC Is supposed to come out by the end of the year, but I guess at Ubisoft they couldn't help themselves. When they said "late 2023" I immediately tought they'll release it around Christmas, but at this point, I think it will be sooner. Since there are already rumors of a new Nintendo Direct in September, some people speculate they will pull a Luigi's Mansion 3 and the setting will be an haunted hotel, maybe it's going to relaese in late October/November? May be fitting!

Phantom as a main villain is something a lot of people expected since his dedicated trailer back in Kingdom Battle. To think this has a chance to be true is something my brain has not yet fully grasped. The fact that he might show up with Cursa's broken mask is just *chef's kiss*.

Finishing writing this as I'm feeling way better and the announcement is starting to dawn on me. I've been staring at the Instagram post grinning like an idiot for a bit too much, lol.

I know I may sound like a broken record and really biased on this take, but Phantom has been one heck of a character for me. I think he might be the character I had an acitve fixation on for the longest time (maybe on par with GlaDOS and Wheatley from Portal back then). I've always loved hammy, full of themselves, hypocrite villains and Phantom has all that plus a musical number? And he's based on the Phantom of the Opera? A literal theater ghost? A melodramatic, capricious, vain, fancy dressed cartoony theater ghost with a remarkable ego, singing about another character's supposed flaws while not seeing (or not aknowledging) his own? All of this offering plenty of character development to play with in the fandom? Canonically he'll gladly kick Mario's ass if he had legs and in fandom his selfish, vain persona is just the tip of the iceberg? 100/10 fits all my checks for being my favourite.

To think about it now, after the reveal, it makes a lot of sense. The hints, the shoutouts, the cameos, the foreshadowing (the dreams, lol, stil not over the fact that a lot of us dreamed about a supposed return). I didn't have a lot of faith for them to bring him back, at least not in Sparks of Hope, in my mind there was no concrete reason within the lore to do so. I really like how the devs love the character too. Between the cameos and averything else, the reveal really does feel like they're so excited to have gotten that Rabbid on a stage again. Wonder if Phantom willingly came back or he played hard to get again and the devs had to bribe him somehow, lol.

[By the way, if Phantom shows up wearing makeup I'll start to believe the devs listen to their fans (or at least aknowledge our fanarts, lol) as a lot of us has been drawing him with it.]

*A cathartic experience*

#rabbid #rabbids #mario rabbids #mario + rabbids #mario+rabbids #mario rabbids sparks of hope #mario+rabbids sparks of hope #sparks of hope #mario + rabbids sparks of hope #sparks of hope dlc #tom phan #rabbid phantom #phantom of the bwahpera #my rambles

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cherryberg · 3 days

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Also. This is your sign to introduce an OC. Here and now

hi ardate :] this is a bit late but, since i did it, i might as well introduce her now in this post

for my april fool's day joke, i did a little trick on the find everything discord server where i made a handful of screenshots showing a new (fake) character:

this is Myla Warper, a Whatsit Woods NPC

i don't have much on her at the moment, and i suspect a lot about her lore will become obsolete when 0.3 comes around, but essentially, she's an engineer and the inventor of the Warp, the in-game fast travel system. she spends a lot of time at home, but is getting out a little more, using the Warp and a range of mobility aids

she managed to trick a few folks (which, looking at how the first find everything hoax, wouldn't've been a hard thing to pull off) but, shortly after - though, in retrospect, it could've been left revealed until the end of the day, i revealed the prank with:

anyway, i'll put the fake screenshots under the cut and maybe post Myla concepts in a reblog :] + notes. there'll be notes. i've got notes

i don't remember when exactly i conceptualised Myla, but it might've been between when 0.2 was released and when the developers streamed their 0.2 launch stream a few days later. this is because i had this thought of Myla living in that old abandoned house, working away at her tech (in the early stages, Myla's outfit in my mind would be a the classic tanktop and half-worn jumpsuit where the top half was tied around her waist, you know the look), but obviously had to be just a fun scrapped idea when it was discussed on the stream that Old Man Majig lives there

still, Myla being hidden away in this corner of Whatsit Woods is reminiscent of that idea i guess. it is also just a very good spot for something you could've missed, especially since the community had been combing through save files looking for the second fun value, but it does sort of make her following dialogue a little strange as she's not near any Warp pads

this bit is meant to, like, mirror dialogue from "tutorial NPCs" who casually introduce new concepts to the player. having worked hard on drawing Illie last year for Halloween, i had her a lot in mind, with Illie also being a tutorial NPC. looked over her 5 lines of dialogue a lot to try and get the vibe down right (of course, she wasn't the only one, but she was the main one) .. i can wrap my head around the Find Everything art style, but writing stuff that matches the FE vibe got me stumped so i hope it didnt stand out all that much

originally, those first two lines where different and. stiffer for a long while ("I actually make a few Warp Drives myself!"/"Er… Let's not be humble, maybe more than a few. Maybe all of 'em."), but i think it worked out in the end. the very first bit of dialogue was also changed ("Hey there, blockling! Just on a walk.") to just be combined with the next line but i just really wanted to preserve that "blockling" here. i know it's just the species name of like. the Roblox character, but it also reads as a little endearing term to me

ahh, the reason why i sort of thought up Myla in the first place. see, a big contention in the find everything community is Whatsit Woods being the only major area in the game without a Warp Drive, despite there already being Warp pads by its entrances in two neighbouring areas. the lack of a Whatsit Woods Warp is very likely to be changed with the 0.3 map rework, but i always thought this (and the Construction Zone Warp.. ) discourse was stupid. Myla going "No. Why? I live here." is like. cathartic to me.(??)

but regardless, she and Watcher Macallit are kind of ocs born from asking "why is this the way it is?" why is there no Whatsit Warp Drive? what makes a Thing a Thing? just ocs to play with and sort of expand worldbuilding, and i love doing this

#long post #<- I'M NOT LYING #find everything #fe roblox #askberg #ardate #textberg #artberg #my ocs #myla warper #mspaint is an awesome program #ask art #was going to write more. but that might just be another post about how to make a convincing fe screenshot #if i ever get around to it. or still care enough to do it gdfgf #edit: wow! photosets don't work under cut .. didn't know that. this sucks!

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xfilesfanficexchange · 2 years

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NEW FANFICTION EXCHANGE ANNOUNCEMENTS!

We're waiting on the final One Bed fics to come in, but in the meantime, I wanted to make sure to get the exchange sign ups out for those ready for more!

In typical exchanges, there are certain things participants are discouraged from asking for. In particular: triggering content, ships other than MSR, and non-XF related content.

I realize these limitations can be annoying to individuals who enjoy this content, and I never want to exclude anyone from participating. So for the October/November exchanges, we will be focusing on THREE themes that allow the aforementioned tropes that are usually banned.

I would like to announce the following new exchanges (details on each to follow)!

The Darkfic Exchange (October 29th)

The Stella/Scully Exchange (November 5th)

The Slash Exchange (November 19th)

I know three might seem like a lot, but I presume people might not be as interested in doing all three of these since they're a bit niche theme-wise (but more power to you if you do). Also, unlike the other multiple-theme exchange announcements, these events will be on different dates

1) THE DARKFIC EXCHANGE

In most exchanges, any content that might be triggering is discouraged. However, I understand that exploring dark topics (writing or reading) can be very cathartic and I think it's a valuable tool for exploration. So for this exchange, think of any topics you've wanted to ask for, but second-guessed or thought it was "too dark." This is the time!

There are definitely different "shades" of darkfic, here are some examples: Character death, assault, torture, self-harm, infidelity, miscarriage, /other, breakup, sick fic, suicide, etc. Maybe there's a happy ending, maybe there's not -- it's up to you!

Before anyone judges and says "Why would anyone want to write/read ________," please understand this can be very therapeutic for individuals. At the end of the day, using these characters in fic can help us interpret our own lives.

With that being said, I still want to be sensitive to the fact these topics are triggering. Maybe you want to sign up and ask for X, but the thought of writing Y is very uncomfortable for you. Just let me know privately and I will ensure you don't get a prompt that is triggering.

I will also be sending the authors some information regarding writing triggering content in the welcome email. In regards to the community, on the exchange day everything will be posted with #XFDarkFic2022 and you can mute the tag to avoid any posts.

Details Darkfic Exchange

Exchange Date: October 29th

This is a five(ish) week writing period.

Word Minimum: 2k

Link Here!

2) THE STELLA/SCULLY EXCHANGE

I knew I was going to have a slash exchange, and I know Stella/Scully is a very popular slash pairing but that some people might only want to write for TXF. As a result, I figured the S/S could have an exchange all their own!

I admittedly do not know much about this pairing, nor if the authors of the community are familiar with/have participated in exchanges before -- but please know that you are welcome here!

As the title suggest, this exchange is dedicated to all things Stella and Scully! I apologize that I don't know much about the conventions of the genre to add anything else, but I'm excited to see what y'all come up with!

Details Stella/Scully Exchange

Exchange Date: November 5thThis is a six(ish) week writing period

Word Minimum: 2k

The manip of Stella and Scully came from dawnofthewench on tumblr!

Link Here!

3) THE SLASH EXCHANGE

In the past, people have expressed apprehension about getting a slash prompt that they didn't feel comfortable writing. It became a trend that if someone got a slash prompt, they'd drop out. As a result, usually I ask for MSR or gen only

NOT THIS TIME, BABY - HEAR ME LOUD AND QUEER, NOVEMBER 19TH WILL BE GAY. Mulder and Krycek, Scully and Reyes, Mulder and Skinner, Scully and Marita, Scully and Diana, Mulder and Flukeman -- is it queer? Then it's perfect.

I, Nicole, the admin, am obviously queer. This often (has put/)puts individuals in an awkward position of fearing they might come across as homophobic if they don't want to write a queer ship. I completely understand that is not the case.

Maybe you LOVE Mulder/Krycek but have no idea what you'd do if you had to write a WLW ship or vice versa. I understand that is a valid concern. In the sign up sheet, I have an area where you can mark if there's a certain type of ship you'd prefer not writing. Just lemme know.

Details Slash Exchange

Exchange Date: November 19th

This is a two(ish) month writing period.

Word Minimum: 2k

Link Here!

GENERAL

I am so excited to see what everyone comes up with! Again, these are three independent exchanges with nothing to do with one another. You can sign up for one, all three, none, whatever you feel like.

If you've never signed up before and/or are uncertain of the rules, I would advise that you read chapter one of this fic! If you have any questions, please don't hesitate to contact me!

Just some misc things about signing up:

- If you're not comfortable putting your address on this document, no problem. You just need to ensure that I have it.

- Some people have issues accessing the sign-up sheet on their phones. If you're having problems, I suggest trying it on your desktop. If nothing seems to be working, then just send me your info and I'll put it on the sheet.

- I know it can be tricky to think of prompts, and I totally don't mind at all if you have TBD in place of the prompt for a while, but please try to put something in there when you can -- even if you change your mind later. I just ask this because sometimes people are hesitant to sign up if they don't know what the prompts are. Again, please feel free to put TBD so that your info is confirmed and you're joined, just add the prompt when you think of it!

Thank you for reading the thread! If you've made it here and are just ready to sign up, here are all the links in one place!

Darkfic

Stella/Scully

Slash

All signups close Sunday the 25th at 11:59pm CST

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theirloveisgross · 9 months

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do you think he’ll come back? and tour again?

yes, absolutely. he loves it a lot. he loves it so much that he accepted to do the horrendous residencies. but it'll be a while... i hope it is a while. i think he'll do shows here and there, but a world tour? mmm. i'm guessing 2025. but maybe 2026. everyones knows 1D is touring in 2025 (HAHAHAHSGAHSA).

also, i'll use this post to... vent? rant? ramble? idk. but... love on tour has been a fucking emotional ride. tonight's show was so beautiful and special, and made me remember the great things i've experienced thanks to it... like, meeting one of my closest friends in real life a year after we met online through this fandom, at harry's show in sweden, was one of the highlights of my life. it was my first time seeing harry with a friend who loved him like i do and i will always cherish that day and the fun we had and how close we were (kitchen/jp forever, bitches). like, experiencing harryween with another close friend is also high on the list. like, going all out for kiwi with harry in the same room is to this day one of the most cathartic and joyful experiences i've had in my life, and i'll brag that i did it 7 times having only been to 5 shows, because, yes, i did live through thriwi. like, listening to harry's voice live is so so so beautiful and i will be waiting for the next time i get to do that again. like, singing wmyb with harry is one of the highlights of tour. every show. i mean, it's only the best song of his entire life, he said it himself.

but as there have been many good things, there have also been many meh things, in my experience... like, the shows i attended by myself in 2021 were NOT welcoming. sure, there was still a pandemic, etc etc, but the vibes were not great, and i had to put myself in an imaginary bubble and believe it was only me and harry, forget the rest and go hard to every song. like, the awful hateful comments and words i've heard/read by some fans towards other fans the past two years have been absolutely disappointing and horrifying, and i know that's what you pay when your audience grows, etc, but yikes, sometimes it sucks to be piled up with the same group of people. like, the fact that it was very obvious to me that harry didn't want the 2021 leg to happen (this is speculation, of course i don't know what harry thought). like, the fans that kept bringing disrespectful signs to his shows. if you wouldn't say that to a stranger you just met, why would you do that with harry? like, the residency shows in the us. i won't even elaborate further on that.

anyway, that's a lot of rambling. my brain loves having the sides? nuances? of everything, for some weird and annoying reason. but trust that i was an absolute puddle tonight, especially after harry's speech about us, because, yes, all the good things outweigh the bad ones. and i got you all and my friends, who love harry for who he is, and i hope more of his fans see that, and i hope there's more kindness and understanding on his next tour. whenever that might be.

so long, love on tour. you were... something! thanks for all the experiences!

#blah blah blaaaaah

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