#It hasn't healed in over a year so something is still messed up

[impistry]

It feels good to draw Numskull & Pele after such a long stint of not drawing much of anything last year due to ongoing shoulder problems. Still dealing with said issues (not sure what is wrong still, but my Physical Therapist and I have narrowed it down to the problem area), so you get a simple doodle to not tax my arm too much. And yes I am HELLA rusty with drawing these two, so I may try to do simple doodles of them for a while when I feel up to it. Btw I don't think I can handle much more than doodles right now, which is better than last year this time when I couldn't even draw for like 6+ months.

#Numskull #Pele #Doodle #Sketch #Praying I don't need surgery to fix this issue #It hasn't healed in over a year so something is still messed up #Coracobrachialis muscle is the problem child right now

[dragon-chica]

You've Made It - Jason Todd drabble

Fandom: DC

This may be dumb by it was 4am and I was feeling Soft for this man.

Years later, while a new crop of vigilante's patrol the streets and the old survivors are less active on the city crime scene, new villains and old, Gotham is still Gotham. But the old pros stay back more, less in the fray unless the world's at stake.

It's an unceremonious morning when Jason notices. A calm day ahead, which he has gradually gotten more used to over the years.

He's bleary eyed and brushing his teeth- no longer alert and on edge every moment of consciousness. Something that took his tensed muscles even longer to accept.

His body is covered in marks, it has been for decades at this point. Endless scars from countless wounds, burn marks, autopsy incisions and bullet holes, jagged edges to flesh he can't really imagine was ever truly smooth.

But that, he notes while taking a double glance in the mirror, is oddly new. He spits a mouthful of toothpaste into the sink and could almost laugh at the marks. Familiar, but not on him.

Sure he's been getting "softer" as you've joked, saying he's comfier to lay on now. No doubt he would still hold his own against Bane if the day called for it, but he doesn't train as much. Doesn't waste away the hours with a punching bag when he could be cooking dinner at home with you instead.

And sure, Jason's handled his fair (over that) amount of insecurities about his body, the memories and mess it seems to be having weighed on his mind too many times to count. And it's not that, but he can't help but stare at the lines that showed up without his noticing.

Dark pink marks that appeared on his skin without pain or suffering, quite the opposite actually. Jagged little lines that decorate a bit of stomach that is no longer tight muscle- and on the soft backs of his thighs, which he doesn't realize, but you are lovingly familiar with. Stretch marks, he can hardly believe.

"Huh." For some reason, Jason grins. His fingers, scarred and calloused, lightly thumb over a few lines.

Never thought he'd see this day for multiple reasons. Not that he'd ever live this long, but also to have something so simple on his skin. He'd gone from starving and frail as a child to lean to bulked up muscle as his life depended on it.

When you finally come to see what's taking him so long to get out of bed to find your husband admiring himself in the mirror, eyeing a few particular sparse marks on his body.

Ones you've traced many times without him realizing, so used to you trailing over scars and wounds long forgotten to what's there anymore.

You moved in behind him, arms wrapping around his middle, gliding against him before he really notices you're there. He doesn't flinch when you startle him out of his reverie. He hasn't in a long time.

Your hands cover his and he looks at you in the mirror, with a gaze warm and tender,

"Hmm, I like them. Don't you?" You press a kiss to his shoulder- right on a long healed bullet hole that you say looks like a star, and smile up at him, with bright eyes and cheeky.

"Really?" He turns in your arms, his nose nudging yours playfully and ever gentle. "Because I would've sworn you quite enjoyed the 'Superhero Physique'"

You hum, and he has no doubt you'll agree. It's no secret to how you favored his "should be award-winning" (in your opinion) thighs.

"Yeah, but I like this more." Jason gives a questioning look and you would almost say he doesn't believe you.

"Unlike the need for sinfully firm thighs," -Jason snorts, and one of your hands goes down the squeeze the softer flesh of it "-this shows you've made it. You can be soft, and no longer have to worry about it. You survived."

#Jason Todd x reader #Jason Todd imagine #DC x reader #DC imagine #Red Hood x reader #Red Hood imagine #my stuff

[l0verb0t]

jason todd × male/masc reader. | soft.

SUMMARY: a simple fic about jason being unable to fall asleep while in his boyfriend's arms. WARNINGs: physical contact, && self depreciation on jason's end. WORD COUNT: 1200+ NOTEs: third person && no plot. chronic pain jason mention. [man, boyfriend && lover, and he/him pronouns used to refer to the insert/reader.]

Bodies are a tool; if your own can't be exploited for your goals, it needs to be purged of everything that's holding it back until all that's left is a blade ready to cut out whatever else gets in the way next.

Anything else, and you're done for. They haven't been anything else to Jason for a long time.

He hasn't thought about that for awhile, through.

No matter how broken it is, he isn't going to waste the years he's spent molding his own back into something he can actually use for nothing. His aim is decent, enough so that he can trust his won't be as easily torn apart as before.

That he can dig his fists until it feels like bone grinding against flesh into anyone who thinks about it.

Since the pit, it's only ever worked against him.

There was a constant ache where ripped skin, long since healed into jagged muscle, would build up to a searing pain just to settle and repeat. The worst of it was over the entirety of his back, running along until his hips. He got used to it, though. He had to.

It's never been enough to knock him out, and instead it's been a constant reminder to stay on edge, forcing him to work off as little as a few hours of rest when days worth were better suited.

It's never gotten better. He doesn't know how it's been so long, and it's still just as painful.

Meds help, but his boyfriend has been trying to find more solutions to dull, distract it, anything.

It's been months, and it's still weird to call him that. Wherever that's been coming from, it's been more worth while to take the good with the bad, even if there's a chance he might never get used to it. Jason loves him too much not to try.

A couple years have wasted away since the initial meeting.

It's nauseating to think about how days went by, mostly spent in the dark of them and around those who's jaws he'd rather blow off than listen to yap, and he doesn't have much to show for it beyond a relationship that could end, ripped away at worst, at any time.

But it's been worth the risk. The days spent wondering if there's anything for him beyond being a reverant dealing out violence for the sake of ridding streets of filth. That he can actually live.

It's been around a week since he's stayed the night, since he's slept a full night, but at the rate he's at, it's going to take a while longer.

A call was all he needed to be convinced, and he tried not to make himself sound stupid whenever his voice dipped into a quieter tone as that conversation went on. He agreed to everything, not a single push back just so he could listen to him longer.

There was a pile of blankets stacked up on a bed he was brought into, not even that far into the night. Some he recognized were once stored away in the apartment.

It was definitely another attempt to get him to sleep better; he knew that. And he made sure to voice his appreciation later in the night between another pair of lips.

Complaints started being thrown around as soon as he began to get dizzy while underneath the heavy fabrics, not even an hour into the night.

He was really only doing it to mess with his boyfriend, voice low in the other man's ear, to keep him up and reap whatever reaction he could draw out from that. It wasn't unbearable, but no protest came when a couple were pushed aside in favor of being pressed better against each other.

Warmth is far from settling back into Gotham. He almost slid back into concrete while on the back.

But he'd rather deal with the cold itself, flooding in through the unfinished seals in the windows, than where he's stuck now. Take every blanket and push them over to the other man so he can breathe. It's hard enough already to keep it at a steady pace with his chest so close to his own.

Instead, one of his arms is in the same position as hours earlier, stuck underneath, wrapped around the back of the man in front of him, his fingers still tracing the spine.

Whatever time it is, his eyes are sore enough that he'd rather rip the lids off than continue to get irritated with every blink. He's been waiting however long, and with every attempt, he's woken back up to absolute darkness.

The sun doesn't seem to be getting any closer. So he waits.

His entire face is tense, most of all around the frown carried over from hours before, when he pretended to be asleep to urge the other man on. He doesn't need someone to dote on him all night.

Often he finds himself blank; every thought that could be a blur that comes with any silence he's left alone in. He wouldn't know how long he'd be staring before every little thing would become overwhelming again.

It would come in to rip him from even peaceful moments, pushing back fond memories in favor of nothing but the shame he'd be left with afterwards.

It'd fogged over whispers like earlier in the night, where they were lying beside each other as his boyfriend rambled on about whatever he was talking about, somewhere along the way, his head resting against Jason's shoulder.

Jason wouldn't say anything about the spacing out for a long time. As soon as question after question came in after brushing it off for all that time, he gave in.

He doesn't know why. Maybe he's just grown soft that the idea of actually working things out together seems plausible despite everything.

It's confusing enough that the other man stayed. Why would anyone be willing to deal with that? With him?

He doesn't want to mess up one of the few good things he has going for him; he can't afford to dump more of his problems onto him, but they're obvious. His love is going to realize he isn't worth the pain, and he's going to be alone again.

It's going to happen one day; it's inevitable. He just wants it to last for as long as it can in the meantime.

It doesn't feel natural to him to be alone in someone's presence without blood dripping between the spaces in his fingers.

Despite who it is and how he might as well have shown every wound to even equate to what he's opened up about, it'll never solely be comforting. Jason was never meant for softer things in life; he knows this.

But that doesn't mean anything in the end; he isn't meant to be breathing at all. He's tired of only getting what he deserves. Why should the scum of the earth be allowed to enjoy what little life they have while he's stuck cleaning up their corpses afterwards?

So instead of spending another night out in a city where the most he'll be rewarded with is a couple more scars, he pushes further into the other man's arms. He takes the arm not currently being squished under the other's weight and trails a hand up from his arm until he's tracing his boyfriend's jaw.

Jason stays where he is, barely allowing himself to breathe.

And then he takes what little space they have to press his lips against his, his thumb trailing under the other man's bottom lip. One of the few things he'll eagerly embrace, despite the shaky breaths taken in through his chapped lips each time.

#jason todd x male reader #jason todd x reader #jason todd #dc comics #important tags aside. hi #written #fluff

[captainsbestgal]

Headcannons for Javi Peña post Narcos

So I wanna credit @the-ginger-hedge-witch and @wheresarizona for their amazing post Narcos Javi series, The Crush and Learning to Live respectively. They 100% are the inspiration in writing these HC cause they're both *chefs kiss*

I 100% think after Columbia most definitely has PTSD. But as you enter his life, he starts seeing the goodness in people again, and starts to really heal. He may not be the same Javi that left Laredo, but he's closer than he thought he would ever be.

Javier is a horse guy, they really bond over their quiet strong exteriors. But you catch him one day softly singing to the horses as he's cleaning them up from a day of work, and he's doing the cutest little dance around them as he cleans. You wish you could video it to savor forever, your strong man being so soft and goofy.

He and his dad 100% go out riding together, maybe they'll talk maybe they don't. It's a good soul healing time.

Chucho adores that Javi is beginning to lighten up because of you. He's swears he hasn't seen his son smile so much since before his momma passed.

I imagine he ends up with a transplant, someone who didn't grow up in Laredo but probably still front Texas. So he ends up showing her all the best spots in Laredo, every date night he takes her somewhere different and tells her stories about himself growing up.

I'd like to imagine Lorraine is supportive of Javi and his bonita/cielito (I adore both nicknames from the two series above so he uses them interchangeably). It's unavoidable that Lorraine and them will cross paths. She sees how happy Javi is, and knows this is where it was all meant to lead for them both.

Bonita and Javi end up adopting dogs, both working dogs for the ranch and pet dogs for the home. I'd like to think a blue heeler for the ranch, since it's a cattle ranch. And maybe a golden retriever for the "pet" even though it 100% follows Javi around while he works the ranch.

This leads to Bonita getting taming some of the barn cats kittens, and having a mess of kitties in the house for her company while Javi and Chucho are out working.

Javi surprises his cielito with a sweet Appaloosa horse for her birthday a few years after they've been married (it'd be weird to get a girlfriend a horse, so yeah). Cielito starts going on those trail rides that Javi and Chucho go on together, and it's a very sweet bonding time for them all. Javi also will take her out on trail riding dates where they end up having a picnic and.... well I don't want Tumblr to yeet this into the abyss so go read the two series I mentioned if you wanna know what they get up to on those picnic dates🥵🥵🥵🥵

Javi proposes with his mommas ring. When he asks Chucho for the ring he takes it off his chain necklace he's been wearing since his wife passed, and says his mom would adore his Bonita. That night Chucho plays his first dance song, feeling super nostalgic and missing his wife. Bonita, not knowing what song it is, asks Javi to dance and he looks to his pop to check if that's OK. It is their song after all. He nods with glassy eyes, and watches his son dance with the love of his life. Chucho starts to play music more and more in the house, especially that song, just to see his son and soon to be daughter-in-law smile and dance more. It becomes Bonita and Javis first dance song.

If Javis PTSD is triggered, I think Cielito learns quickly how to help him manage it. Maybe starts strongly suggesting he go out for a ride with her. Or help her groom the horses. Something to get his mind and body back in the present. If it's out in public she will guide him to somewhere more calm, and by God if people start to talk about him and his mental health in a negative way. Well Bonita may be scarier than Pablo Escobar and all his sicarios combined.

#javier pena imagine #javier pena #javier pena smut #narcos imagine #narcos smut #javier pena x you #javier pena x reader #javier pena fanfiction

[woodenfawn]

Thoughts on Rem and Ram <3

One of the first ever hints we get to how different they actually are is their little twin-talk routine. Along with the discussion of their "competency" as maids, and the Red Oni/Blue Oni story. And I think it's a really cool little detail!

Rem always speaks first. "Nee-sama, Nee-sama," referencing Ram as Nee-sama is a title that implies respect above everything else. Of course you can tell they love each other so very much but Rem is emphasizing how her older sister is the "superior one", which, I'm pretty sure, is why Subaru says that Ram gets special treatment. It is also interesting, though, that Rem is the one who speaks first in the routine- despite being the more insecure of the two. Ram is definitely more confident in her ability to mess with people and make rude comments, so why does Rem go first?

When Ram speaks, she simply calls Rem by her name, instead of Onee-chan or Nee-chan, and I'm curious about it. You'd think they'd have matching titles for each other, the Nee-sama and Nee-chan or something, but no, they very specifically do not. Even in a conversation pattern where they're playing into the "identical twin dynamic". I wonder if Ram is using this to remind Rem that she's her own person? Like, of course Ram loves her sister- and it's not a sign of disrespect. But she seems to have chosen to address her by name rather than by their relationship, and given how much she wants Rem to be remembered and loved by others, it might be a way to make sure they remember her as an individual. Interesting, given what happens to Rem.

I do think that this was Ram's indirect way of pushing Rem to be more confident in herself. She's always been able to tell how insecure she was, but I don't think she ever knew what to do about it, because the source of their problems came from the circumstances of their birth. Given how may years it'd been from the burning of their clan to arc 2, it surprised me a little to hear that Rem had held onto her inferiority complex and guilt for that long, when Ram cared about her wellbeing so much. I think if they'd had enough long talks about it, it could have healed (at least mostly) over time. I think it leaves the idea that either Ram was unsure of how to address it, or Rem refused to talk about it at all. Probably both.

I do also have my "Rem has OCD/OCD traits" theory because of how she. You know. Decides she needs to spend the entire rest of her life filling Ram's shoes and protecting her to atone for *one thought* she had in an extremely traumatic event. There's also the whole business with her being attached to the idea of living/dying for people she cares about as her ultimate proof of love, and her excessive willingness to hurt or kill *potential* threats to Keep Her People Safe. That's not to equate any disorder to a potential to hurt others! The world of Re:Zero frowns on murder in many cases, but it is far more willing to accept it as a response to threats- it can easily be forgiven with a good justification. The reason I bring this up is because Rem is very willing to act on her own to use Extreme Measures because she is *so certain she's right, and she HAS to do this to ease burdens on her loved ones.

!!!ARC 7/8 SPOILERS!!!

For these reasons, I find it very interesting that Rem was brought back into the story without her memory. We get to see a more unfiltered version of her. She still feels guilt extremely easily and holds onto certain ideas with a little too much strength, but she doesn't put up acts for people and she hasn't Attached Herself to someone. With no memory of Ram or Subaru, she has learned to think for herself and be more independent. It's mentioned that her personality is more similar to Ram's than it seemed to be before. I know many people are annoyed with how she's lost her memories because they want Their Rem back, but I honestly think this is a really interesting and worthwhile study of her character. I almost wonder if she actually would be happier if she never got her name and memories back, if she could live without her traumas, even if she is fully aware that she's missing a large part of herself.

Personally, I want to see her grow as she is, and develop her relationships and mindset and way of life from here, and *then* face her memories again. Her learning to love herself and have self worth and then facing the her that couldn't... that would be really cool, I think. I want to see her and Ram develop a new sisterly relationship and I want to see how it compares and contrasts with the one they had before. I love their dynamic, and I love how Tappei Nagatsuki is treating the reunion of the sisters. I am very interested, too, to see how things play out with Spica, given this is the closest kind of Capital P Protectiveness we've seen from her, in a similar way to how she cared for Ram and Subaru pre-gluttony.

She's definitely got a strong theme of Memory and Sleep as concepts, and I've been wondering if her name was intentional. Along with Ram being the hornless oni. Ram.

The fact that Ram may have spent this long trying to make sure everybody remembered Rem's name, just for her to be forgotten by *everybody*... man .

#re zero #re:zero #ram rezero #rem rezero #my girls <333 #I did not expect to be making so many Rem/Ram posts lmao #Can you believe my favorite characters are *not* them? #Though they're pretty high on the list #Along with a majority of the Re:Zero cast #Like 50 characters tied for fourth place. Surely that's how it works.

[inkiest-silly]

I’m feeling silly and ima just- time to post about MY VER of “if Vincent survived the fire” or shortened to STF

STF vince has cut down on his smoking, he isn't addicted anymore due to having hospitalized for a while and unable to do any packs! He also wears layers over his body and hands so it's less uncomfortable Being his hands are burned - his hard to do things without it feeling weird He is working to upgrade his bistro, and im planning on like Adding a few other characters be he's gonna have a bigger waiting staff - bring its gonna be a bigger establishment His chefs still work for him

His chefs still work for him - cherrie is loyal as hell so definitely not leaving He never got over his love for rody,he feels resentment for what rody did to him- but he just couldn't let go of the man He hasn't seen him in ages- but he sometimes wonders what in the world he's doing now Thoughts lke "Is he happy with what he did to me? Does he think im dead and is happy with it?"

He wears his glasses all the time now- he is half blind so he just, does now. He can't afford to not see well,so he keeps them on They aren't used to Vince with glasses or-even the scars In the back, he wears long sleeved shirts instead and thick gloves-Vince stutters on his words and his voice is a little fucked up and raspy due to rody cutting his throat with a bottle

Talking for a long time hurts his throat, he is still trying to fix some things about himself He isn't as harsh on his employees Other than remmie. Remmie is remmie. He learned his lesson about keeping his house with his establishment He lives only a few minutes away from the new place He walks home Why?

Bc he thinks it's good for strengthening his mussles again And it is So he keeps doing it In the rain? Umbrella. But whenever he is out in the rain- he's reminded of the moment when he had to dry rody off and give him an umbrella-He enjoys the rain on his skin, it's cooling and nice He's taking care of himself only to try and get back to proper health to do more So he isn't as scrawny (He still hates eating but he forced himself to)

Vince involuntarily twitches out of random, his nerves are a little messed up and it's most likely the thing to happen 1 Like to believe rodys tie slipped off his neck during the struggle and Vince still had it even fit is a little burnt Complete opposites in healing omfg

Every Valentine's Day vince will mutter under his breath or think "happy birthday rody" and continue on with his day be he's a sad sorry ass He just wanted love man Hm.. How does rody feel that he killed a man over so hard that he needed to get hospitalized and almost died Bookie if anyone foudn that it was you you'd be put behind bars bookie i EVEN IF IT WAS YEARS AGO

Vince doesn't make an effort to style his hair much,he just doesn't care about his physical appearance anymore He knows he's already physically fucked up so he just, does the bare minimum He also sleeps a lot more,just - trying to stop himself from thinking about rody

-Vince keeps his head low when he's out, he doesn't like to be crowded- somehow- it works. And he's just glad he's short enough to walk without being spotted from a mile away. He still puts up a optimistic, really kind demeanor outside the bistro,but he drops it and just, he's kinder- but just- a little uptight He doesn't like getting into relationships still,he still has his heart for rody but is trying to push it back and away He mutters to himself something of the such when he starts thinking about him "he hurt you for a reason."

Vince has a mini heart attack when he sees male gingers - He wishes he could get another hug like he did once before Sooo He hugs himself to sleep He always has something in the background when he's trying to rest, usually a song

Baby I'd give you a hug

#if Vincent survived the fire #STF au #vincent dead plate #dead plate #studio investigrave au #dead plate au

[familyvideostevie]

Hi!! I love your writing and thought I would make a lil request <3 how about Eddie and reader giggly first time smoking together to chill out after everything happening?

thank you for your request, i love writing eddie, in this fic let's pretend everything went perfectly and they saved the world! i'll be honest, i don't smoke, so i had to phone a friend for some of these details, hope they satisfy! (thanks sabrina <3) | 0.9k, fem!reader, fluff, cw: smoking weed

The sun has just gone down and the spring chill is settling in, but you hardly feel it. Eddie's front steps are firm beneath you as you both wait for Steve to pick you up for "Big Kid Movie Night," as Robin has dubbed it. It sounds much better than "none of us want to spend too much time alone after almost dying so we're having a sleepover," but, whatever. Steve provides his house, Robin brings the movies, Nancy makes the snacks, and you and Eddie bring the substances. Beer, usually, but tonight you've got weed, too. You might be a bit of a mess, all of you, but at least you have each other.

"Harrington's gonna be so pissed we started already," Eddie murmurs, the lit joint loose in his fingers. You're about halfway through it, feeling relaxed and calm, though that's always how you feel around Eddie. You don't know how you'd have gotten through all of this without him.

"That's what he gets for being late!" Eddie is warm next to you, sitting a step or two lower with his arm slung over your thigh, hand wrapped gently around your calf.

It's new, this thing between you, forged in the intensity of the last week, but it's warm and bright in your chest. The truth is that you've loved him forever, since he first smiled at you. How could you not? But the threat of the end of the world and multiple near death experiences finally made you fess up. And now that you're on the other side of it you can look at him openly with the tenderness you've that's been brewing in your chest for years.

Eddie blows a smoke ring and something in your gut shifts. He grins at you before passing you the joint. It's the first time you've smoked together, and while his mouth has been on yours many, many times already, the action feels like a new kind of kiss, a new kind of intimacy, placing your lips on the imprint of where his have just been.

"How's your neck, baby?" he asks quietly, long fingers tracing patterns over your jeans. The Upside Down had left its marks on all of you, surface and otherwise. You take an inhale before using your free hand to pull down the collar of your shirt -- Eddie's shirt, actually -- even though he asked you the same question mere hours ago. You and Steve have matching circles, both having been caught by demobat tails. The ring has faded from an angry red to purple and hasn't bled in days, but it still aches a little.

"It's kinda crusty," you say, wrinkling your nose. The memory of writhing on the ground and gasping for breath as Eddie ran towards you isn't a nice one. "Fading, though. I'm hoping it won't scar."

Eddie looks so forlorn you can't take it. He reaches for you slowly, hovering his hand over the bruising as he parts his lips to say something, most likely an apology, but as soon as his warm thumb touches the base of your throat the joint slips through your fingers onto the steps. Eddie looks at you for a second, more confused than sad now, before you collapse into giggles.

He laughs with you, soft, happy again, before picking up what you've dropped and handing it back to you. He reaches up to brush his fingers along the bruises, soft and quick as if he could heal them right then and there, before grabbing your empty hand and bringing it to his lips to kiss the back of it.

"You laugh a lot when you're high," he says. "And you're a little more... affected by me than usual."

You scoff at him and take another inhale. Your smoke ring attempt fails miserably but Eddie just smiles and takes his turn before putting out the joint. The sheer adoration on his face sends you into another fit of giggles, and you smack your hand over your mouth to smother them. He's right, though. Of course he's noticed that your blush isn't just from the chill. Eddie knows every inch of you. The longer you look at him the more your stomach clenches. He's just so pretty.

"Maybe you're just...really funny...looking," you say, serious as you can.

"Nice try, sweet thing. I know I'm hot shit." He scoots up to the same step as you and cradles your face.

"You sure are, Eddie Munson," you whisper. No use in denying it. But as much as Eddie has you wrapped around his finger, you've got him wrapped around yours. You feel it in the tenderness with which he touches you, the intensity of his gaze, the soft way he says your name before he leans in and kisses you. He nibbles on your bottom lip before licking into your mouth. You gasp, and that's when a car honks. Both of you jump a little, but Eddie doesn't let go of you.

"Fucking Steve," you mutter. Eddie laughs.

"Hey!" Steve himself yells from his car, now in front of the trailer, his headlights bright on both of you. "Are you two bozos high already?"

"Yes!" you shout as Eddie groans, "No!" Eddie gives you another kiss, this one quicker but still a little filthy, before standing and offering you a hand.

"C'mon baby, let's go mess around in Harrington's back seat." He winks at you and you feel a swell of fondness for him, for everything that's happened, since it means you get to love Eddie for the rest of your life.

"I heard that!" Steve yells.

want to be added to my tag list for full-length (non-ask) fics? send me a message and specify for steve, eddie, or both! reblog, send feedback, requests open, masterlist here!

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #stranger things fic #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #stranger things fanfiction #eddie munson fluff #im so emo over him being at lolla and me not being there #makes me want to be 16 again #anyway i hope you like this darling please let me know #anon ask #emma's asks

[imaginingmarvelandeverything]

Hi! How are you? Your blog is amazing and I can't explain how you can transform any requests in a masterpiece. You're really talented. I saw you added Eddie in the list and I was wondering if you could make an headcanon in which reader was in a relationship with Billy and takes his death really badly. Then she meets Eddie and even though they are both standoffish to each other because they belong to different groups, they actually get along well later on (ex. they both like rock and metal) and she feels guilty because she starts to like him but she's still mourning Billy somehow and then you can decide how to finish. I'm sorry if it's long and I'll understand if you won't do it. Still, thanks in advance.

Hope you have a good day! ;)

Thank you!!! Sorry, it took a while, I've had a busy week. I hope you like it!!! (Warning for drugs!!!)

After Billy's death

You start getting terrible nightmares

Eventually you reach to Eddie

You were friends with him when you were younger

But with high school you grew apart, joining different groups

You know he's basically the school's resident drug dealer

So you ask him about buying something to take the edge off

He's wary at first

But he can tell you're in pain and you wouldn't be asking if you didn't need it

He asks you to come by his place later that night

His uncle is out so it's just the two of you

And he would be lying if he said he didn't miss you

And hasn't secretly had a crush on you for years at this point

He can tell you're nervous

"we don't have to do this."

"no, I want to, I just never have before"

He nods and starts sorting everything out

"if you're nervous, you could do it here and I can help you through it"

You agree and he won't take your money

You end up sitting on his sofa sharing a joint and watching some shitty movie on the tv

You fall asleep together on the sofa and for the first time in a long time

You don't have any nightmares

It starts becoming a habit

It's not even the drugs you realise

It's Eddie that takes the edge of everything

You only smoke together sporadically

But you feel calm around him whenever you hang out

You start hanging out more and more

You realise you both still have a lot in common

Music being the main one

You can't talk about the band's you like with your friends

But Eddie is always more than happy to sit and talk for hours about music

He makes the first move one night and kisses you

You kiss him back

And you're straddling his lap before the guilt hits you like a train

You bolt out of the door

Leaving him staring after you in shock

You avoid him for over a week

It breaks his heart thinking he pushed you into something you didn't want

But little does he know

You're hurting just as much

You want him

But part of you is convinced that in wanting him you're betraying Billy

The nightmares come back

And eventually you can't take it

It's 3am when you knock on his door

Not even caring if his uncle is home

He opens the door with his hair messed up and stares at you with wide eyes

You don't even notice that you've started crying

You just fling your arms around him

It take him a minute to react

But then he wraps his arms around you and walks you over to the sofa

He just let's you wrap yourself around him as you sob into his shoulder

"I'm sorry for running. It's not that I don't want that with you, it's just, I feel guilty. I know Billy's gone, but part of my heart will always be with him. I will eventually be ready for another relationship, but I won't ask you to wait for me"

He sits and listens, not talking until you've finished

"I've liked you since we were kids, I've waited this long, what's some more time"

You can't help but smile

He suggests watching another shitty movie

And you agree

Curled up on the sofa with him is the most calm you've felt all week

It takes a while

But eventually you heal enough to be with him

And he's still waiting for you

Send me a headcanon

#eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson headcanons #stranger things #billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove headcanon #billy hargrove

[birgittesilverbae]

be(a) still(ed)

au of warrior nun wheel of time au bc I'm v normal

//

They've never seen Beatrice this motionless. It's always the next town, the next mission, the next, the next, the next, the next careful touch or press to guide a hand or a mouth where she wants it. But in the aftermath Beatrice curls in on herself, balls everything up inside and leaves only rage exposed. Ava and Lilith can't feel her, can't tug on strings of grief or loss until they've unpicked a mess of emotion, and it's unsettling in its emptiness. Beatrice has turned everything inwards, scrabbling at the fractures inside herself. The last time she was without saidar she was without power in totality, held firm beneath her father's thumb, and she retreats back into that.

She hasn't been alone inside her own head since she bonded Lilith. It's cavernous in there now, hollowed out to fit two extra people and her thoughts echo through the spaces meant for them.

Lilith burns to throw herself into combat, to feel something, to destroy the Black Ajah even if it means dying in the process. The last daughter of Malkier has long since been living on borrowed time as it is. If she can scrape together some measure of revenge for Beatrice in her dying actions? All the better. 

Ava's better at seeing the faintest of positives in it. They're all alive. That's what matters the most. They're all alive. They haven't left her. She grips Lilith's wrists with hands tight as manacles, tugs her close, tells her it's still the same goal. The same as it's always been. Warders keeping their Aes Sedai alive. The how of it might have changed, but the outcome remains the same. Beatrice lives. All else is secondary.

//

When Beatrice's rage grows to be too much, fatigue sets in. She's done what needed doing, done what she could, and now there is nothing left to do but think.

She's alone in her head for the first time in years. It feels as though someone has cracked her skull open and scooped her brain out with a spoon, leaving her stuffed full of cotton wadding. She's alone and powerless and she has nothing left to do. She's so very tired.

They take a room at an inn in Sabinel, a few days' ride south of Cairhien. The following days pass in a haze. Lilith and Ava take it in turns to bring her meals and chivvy her through hygiene and sit stolidly through every blatant attempt to push them away. One of them is always there to brush sweat-soaked hair back from her face when she wakes gasping for breath, grasping for saidar. She calls them every name she can think of, lays about with daggers of the sharpest vitriol she can muster, strikes fitfully at them when they curl themselves around her, clutching her to their chests.

Even so, they remain.

Ava's ribs were broken, she thinks, hot and inflamed beneath her fingers, but they've long since healed. The cut across Lilith's face, however, slashing from her right temple down beneath her nose and almost to the left corner of her mouth? It splits open and crusts over again and again, no matter how dutifully Ava cares for it. She hears them sometimes, in the rare moments one of them isn't pressed up against her back. Ava cautioning Lilith to sit still, Lilith unable to hold back a hiss despite herself. Guilt blooms in Beatrice's chest, the first thing that's felt like new growth in days. A week ago she could have pressed a kiss to either wound and drawn back to leave flesh knitted back together in her wake. A week ago she had value to them. A week ago she mattered. 

#wn wot au #au of an au whatever #ava x beatrice x lilith #mywn #myfic #warrior nun

[thepeanutbutterwizard]

What is HS Lilith and Hunter's relationship like since Lilith is more aware of the messed up nature of the EC

Well first off Lilith is a bit softer on him, and on the other EC members in general. She becomes fairly popular with the scouts during her time as Head Witch.

Her spending more time around Luz over the years also means she's more than a little horrified at just how young this 'special teen prodigy' is to be doing the missions he's being sent on.

And the two have to work closely with each other a lot bc they have similar assignments from Belos. They both still get sent on separate missions, but they have big overarching assignments that they should be working on when Belos hasn't given them something more urgent to deal with.

Lilith's is to either capture the Owl Lady, or convince her to join the Emperors Coven. Belos still promises to heal Eda's curse like cannon, but Lilith doesn't believe him.

She's really only going through the motions.

Hunter's assignment is to spy on and gather as much info as he can on the Owlet, which is the name on Luz's Wanted posters and her criminal nickname, or whatever its called. Criminal username?

Officially, it's bc Belos is concerned about her potential as a worse criminal than her mother, Eda. Secretly, it's bc he recognized Luz as Luzura the Crab Maiden from her first Wanted poster and wanted to keep an eye on her until she does her end of the time loop, and then have her captured and petrified. (His end goal of having her petrified changes once he learns she was born human)

So Hunter got his title and staff not long after Luz got her first bounty, which was about a year after Lilith got promoted to Head Witch of the EC. And Belos gave them their Owl-based assignments at the same time.

Hunter isn't quite sure of what to think of Lilith. She's not openly nice to him, (she knows that some of the other Coven Heads would see that as weakness and try and tear the both of them apart if they thought it would increase their standing with Belos) but she's one of the few who aren't openly hostile to him.

He can't for the life of him, figure out why she isn't, and he used to worry that meant she was planning something, but she hasn't tried anything in the five years they've been working closely.

But benign confusion is better than Tera Snapdragon either trying to poison him, or acting like she's trying to poison him bc she thinks it's funny (she does that to everyone), or having Hettie 'Cutthroat' Cuttburn eye him like a body she's about to autopsy.

#the owl house #owl house #toh #half sibling au #the owl house au #owl house au #toh au #the owl house lilith #owl house lilith #toh lilith #lilith clawthorne #the owl house hunter #owl house hunter #toh hunter #hunter clawthorne #hunter deamonne #hunter noceda #hunter the golden guard

[scarlet--wiccan]

What would be your ideal dynamic for wanda and vision in a current comic? I like both characters and I appreciate their relationship in the past but I don’t like the thought of them being together again (not just because of Jericho but because of all the baggage). I wish they could be good friends. They have a history but it’s not who they are

Well, I definitely don't want them to get back together as a couple. There are many reasons, but in terms of Wanda's characterization, I think that it would undermine her growth and maturity.

Wanda's publication history is pretty clearly divided into two periods-- before Disassembled/House of M, and after. Her character, post-HoM, has been defined by regret and trauma in way that she never really had been before, with her primary motive becoming redemption. The traumatic events and the layers of sexism, ableism, etc. in her writing had been adding up for years before Disassembled, but that event took things to an unprecedented level of cruelty, in both the treatment of the character, and in the message it sent about... basically everything Wanda represents.

In my mind, the only way to move forward from that is to textually acknowledge and interrogate all of the ways in which that storyline was messed up. That still hasn't happened, at least not in a way that is fully satisfying to me, but writers have certainly tried. I think, for Wanda, the most important thing is to let her acknowledge the injustices that she was subjected to, and show that she has chosen to seek healing and restitution.

In other words, she needs to have a marked shift in growth and maturity. She cannot ever be the same person she was in the 70s, 80s, or even the 90s. To be clear, Wanda's redeemed herself several times over, but I believe that the weight of her experiences and the strength gained from her survival need to remain at the core of her characterization, especially for all of her recent magical prowess and personal victories over her past abusers-- namely Chthon-- to feel earned.

Obviously, it should be possible for a character to reunite with an old lover and lose all of their personal growth, but this is Marvel Comics. Characters cycle back to older character treatments, older relationships, even older personalities all the time. I mean, a huge part of the early Krakoa era was about gently resetting characters to their most evergreen iterations. That's fine, it's part of the medium, but I think Wanda needs to stay out of that cycle, and I just don't have faith that the writers and editors will be able to put her and the Vision together without giving into nostalgia, to say nothing of the M C U synergy.

I have loads of other objections, but here are the main two--

1) Wanda and Vision have a ton of recent baggage, from just the last decade. Vision was cruel to her in AvX; he went through something very heavy and traumatic with Virginia, which was also kind of messed up for Wanda; and— this is the big one— they were mutually raped in Secret Empire. The text does not properly acknowledge that fact, but that's because Secret Empire was a really fucked up book in the first place.

2) I think the fact that Wanda and Jericho's relationship never got any serious page time or development after Uncanny Avengers is a crying shame, and I think that it is in part due to racism. Breaking them up before they get their time to shine would be a huge disappointment, and I feel like doing it so unceremoniously just to pander to Wanda//Vision fans, let's be honest, would feel kinda antiblack. To me! I'm just saying!

Anyways, here's Vision, Wanda, and Jericho (& Clint!) having a lunch together in Avengers: No Road Home. They're pals, Wanda and Vision are friendly exes who care about each other a lot, but they're just very different people from who they were back when they were together. That is exactly how I want their dynamic to be written in the upcoming Avengers.

#vision #wanda maximoff #avengers #robintext #tw rape mention

[howlingday]

Mama Harley au: Ive had this thought for a while after jaune was punched dose the joker act up during the night doing something like making a hideout or getting materials for joker toxin or just trying to mess with jaune to make him give control while he’s awake.

"What's his status?"

"A broken jaw that had to be wired shut, a huge welt on his cheek-"

"His mental status, officer."

The police officer looked at the costumed man, choosing to ignore how ridiculous he looks. Mostly because he saw first-hand how hard the guy could hit. Shaking his head, he answered.

"Well, he hasn't woken up, but he hasn't been doing anything crazy, either." The officer sighed. "Don't you think you hit him a little too hard, sir? He's still a kid."

"His aura recovery is above average, so his wired jaw showld be healed before lunch tomorrow." Batman replied. "And his age doesn't excuse the atrocities he's committed, or that he's planned to commit."

"Yeah, we searched the place like you asked. Thankfully it wasn't booby-trapped-"

"It was." Batman interrupted. "I disarmed over thirty traps before the police and huntsmen arrived."

"Thirty?!" The officer balked. "In just five minutes?!"

"Six minutes, twenty-two seconds," Batman corrected, looking to the door Jaune was held behind, "and let's just say, I've had a lot of practice."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Everything was dark. To Jaune's left was black. To his right, more shadows. In front and behind him was even less light, if such a thing was possible. He was alone in the umbran embrace of the night.

Until he heard him again.

"Jaaaaaaune~."

He followed the voice and found a light. He walked towards it until his world was full of light once more. Yellows, purples, and greens assaulted his senses as music played all around him. It was like he stepped into a carnival, something he never got to experience as a child.

His mother would never let him.

"Oh, don't let Mommy dearest control every little thing in your life~." The voice cooed, sweet and sinister. "You're a man now, Jauney-boy, and it's time to prove it."

"Wh-Who are you?" Jaune asked, fear clasping his very soul in it's icy grip.

"You don't recognize me?" A man appeared from behind a corner. He was dressed in a tailored, but well-worn purple suit. His hair was a nauseating neon green with an ivory white face to frame. His ruffled, white button-up shirt was stained with fresh blood, perfectly matching his lips as they split into a wicked grin. "Oh, now that just hurts me, Jaune. In fact, you could say it just KILLS me!"

That horrible laughter. Jaune clutched his ears to block it out, but it continued to ring in his head. For more than ten years, that maniacal cackle haunted his dreams, finding a perfect home in his nightmares.

"No!" He cried. "No! You can't be real! You're supposed to be dead! Mommy said-!"

"M-M-M-M-M-M-M-Mommy lied, Junior!" He chortled. "Now put on your big boy shoes, J.J.!" The world began to spin, like Jaune was caught in those tea-cup rides he heard of. "We have a kingdom to destroy~."

#rwby #rwby au #dc #batman #bruce wayne #rwby: harley quinn arc au #jaune quinn au #jaune arc #the joker

[saunne]

Writing - Reflection and Personal Analysis (Pt 1)

(mostly rambling, if you want to read what I plan to do for the rest of NaNo, wait for the Part 2)

So I've been putting this off for two days, but I guess the end of the first week of NaNo is a good date for this kind of personal reflection. During this week of writing, of attempting to write, of abandoning writing and of writer's anxiety, I had time to think about a couple of things, to have some fairly enlightening insights on others and to better understand the whole mess I'm in.

This post is mainly for me, to keep track of my thoughts, my process and my difficulties and it may be long, so good luck to those who take the time to read my whole rambling. Cause this is but a frustrated braindump lol

First Issue - Brain is an obsessive 5yo without parental supervision

The first problem I have would be that I love writing. I really like writing. I always have a lot of imagination and a lot of ideas and therefore, in fact, a lot of WIPs, mainly fanfiction. I am part of several fandoms and I mostly operate with a main fandom and two-three secondary fandoms.

I have a tendency towards quite severe obsessive hyperfixation. This isn't new, it's something I've known for years, but that doesn't mean it's easy to deal with. My current obsessive hyperfixation is SVSSS. My current obsessive hyperfixation is not my Original Project, Erasde.

This is a Problem.

This is a problem because I keep thinking about SVSSS. My daydreams, my dreams, my ideas, my thoughts are almost constantly towards this fandom. I've had a Self-Insert living rent-free in my head for a while now. It's all-consuming. It's inevitable. It's obsessive.

My brain wants to work on these ideas and WIPs, read fics and daydream scenarios all day. My brain doesn't give a shit that it's NaNo and I was planning to work on Erasde.

I'm currently REALLY frustrated. Because I have to work on NaNo (and my thesis, but that's another problem), but my brain is a 5 year old chanting "SVSSS, SVSSS, SVSSS" over and over. I can't work on what I need to work on and I can't work on what I want to work on because of what I need to work on.

I'm really feeling like : (╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻

Second Issue - IRL mugged me in a back alley

This year is a relatively light year for me. Which is good, considering I'm recovering from a burnout that had been brewing for two years and exploded with full force in November of last year. I was an emotional wreck, a wreck at work and study, and I was probably an ass to everyone who knew me back then.

I'm technically finished with my studies and I don't have any more classes to take. I just have to write my dissertation and prepare my oral exam to be able to validate my diploma. I have a small job that means I only work on Sundays, but I sometimes take a few shifts during the week for a little extra money. I do a little volunteering at the LGBT center, something I've wanted to do for years.

I went back to regular therapy, got an ADHD diagnosis that should have been done years ago, and I'm starting to understand why certain periods of my life and some of my relationships were so fucking screwed.

I'm healing, even if it's slow.

But I still have a lot of moments of no energy, of no desire, of stalled motivation, of fed-up-with-everything, of wanting to disappear into the nearest forest, of wanting to not having to speak for 5 and a half years and such.

So let's say that my spoons refill is very... random. Which is complicated during a challenge like NaNo, which requires a lot more energy than I thought. If I do NaNo, I have to sacrifice the energy for something else except sometimes there's nothing to sacrifice which makes it... complicated.

And it's also not something I particularly want to complain about with my friends or my family, who work 35 hours or more/week, in very demanding jobs. That would just be a dick move.

Third Issue - Brain won't brain correctly

Well, that's not new either. My brain hasn't brained properly for years, university life and my mental health on the ground have only made it worse but we're getting by. I will soon be put on treatment for ADHD, with Menylphredate. The cardiologist gave her approval so I collect my prescription at the end of the month, at the next appointment. I have very, very high hopes for this treatment.

But the fact is, my brain doesn't brain. In addition to not being able to concentrate, everything is mixed up in my head.

The biggest problem is a language problems. I am a native French speaker, but I have become accustomed over the last 4 years to writing almost exclusively in English. The vast majority of my writing in French was assignments for university, courses and analysis papers. I can no longer write fiction in French. Everything I write feels off, uncomfortable, messy, meaningless and it's fucking FRUSTRATING.

The mixing of styles is also a problem. I don't have a defined "novel" style. I have a fanfiction writing style, which I have worked on and which has evolved with my practice over the last few years, but I have no basis in style for a novel. Which has been really annoying this week because everything I've written makes me want to send my laptop flying out the window.

The fact is also that in parallel with NaNo and my fics, I have to write my thesis. I'm shitty with academic methodology and almost literally have to rewire my entire functioning to write academic papers, so when I then have to write fiction, it goes haywire. It's tiring. I'm currently on a short schedule to send the first part for review to my teacher and it's taken up all my energy and my ability to function this past week.

And I won't be free of this shit until February at best, April at worst.

┻━┻ ︵ ＼( °□° )／ ︵ ┻━┻

Fourth Issue - There is a Whole World in my head

Originally, Erasde was just a worldbuilding project. Like, worldbuilding for the sake of doing worldbuilding, to put the cool facts I was learning in history class in one place and absorb my excess imagination to be able to concentrate on my classes.

It then became a sort of "refuge" for my favorite fandom OCs, reworked to adapt to this new universe, and then joined by old OCs from an original project and finally by OCs native to the project.

The fact is that I built this world for 3 years, it's still not finished but damn, I have a fuckton of information to pass on, so many things that serve as clues, from Chekhov's gun, forshadowing and... Yeah, it's a nameless mess. I'm not necessarily the most organized person in the world, but we've reached a new level of fuckery with Erasde.

Figuring out how to organize all this mess is what blocks me the most about writing NaNo. Because it's not a fanfic. The people who read don't know the setting like I know it, they have to discover it and there is a limit to what the "in situ" setting can do.

Fifth Issue - Planning didn't go as planned

Because I should have planned and I didn't. Well yes, I did it, but not correctly. Or not enough. Or both.

With fanfics, since I know the setting and the characters and I don't have a fuckton of information to pass along to make myself understood, this would have been less of a problem. I can get away with writing a multi-chapter fics mostly in freestyle, complete improvisation, or with the barest handful of notes.

I CAN'T DO THAT WITH A NOVEL.

Which will conclude this long rambling post and take us to part two, where I will actually explain my plan of action.

#writing process #writing analysis #writeblr #writing #self analysis #personal practice #mental health #personal issues #erasde #unneism

[mbti-notes]

Anon wrote: Hi mbti-notes! 22yo INFJ here. I've been feeling some crushing shame/guilt over a friendship that I fumbled. About two months ago I started talking to this girl and asked her out on a couple of dates and we really hit it off and talked steady for about a month, and I felt we had a genuine connection and I started to develop a crush. This girl just got out of a four year relationship three months before we started talking.

One night in a fit of jealousy I ended up basically telling her (word for word): "I'm gonna be honest, because its been on my mind. I dont think I want to continue talking if youre not looking to date. Youre really cool and i like you a lot, but it's gonna end up one sided because I'd rather have you as more than a friend. So if you're not interested in that, id rather just leave it there."

She was understandably very upset, saying, "I don't expect anything from you, and now its weird because I feel like you just want something from me." And I had to backpedal and try to explain myself but honestly, she was probably right. I have a lot of insecurities being 22 y/o and never having had a romantic relationship with anyone, and really just having a lackluster social life in general after just getting out of college. Because of all my negative feelings, I was pretty blind in that moment. Since this conversation our dynamic hasn't been the same after 3 weeks or so.

In the past I usually withheld my feelings until my crush on a person became unbearable, so I felt I was doing the right thing by being direct. But I basically gave her an ultimatum and backed her into a corner, and honestly? I don't even know how I expected that conversation to go in the first place.

I feel terrible about it still, and realize my intentions were likely in the wrong place. It's been a painful lesson for me, but it also hurts deeply knowing that I messed up a potentially great friendship over a fleeting moment of anxiety. Could I get your thoughts on this?

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Reflect and determine the truth of what it is you really want going forward. For example:

Do you want to maintain the friendship because you're confident that you can get over your negative feelings? If so, do your best to make amends and see how it goes.

Do you want to end the friendship or put it on pause because it's too painful for you to continue at this time? If so, let her know and then put some distance between you for the sake of healing.

Do you want everyone, especially her, to feel better about the situation? If so, craft a proper apology that acknowledges your wrong intentions, how you handled the situation poorly, how you didn't give enough consideration to her feelings/experience, etc. Explain how you'll do better in the future and make the necessary promises to put her at ease. This would be an important part of owning up to your mistakes and learning from them.

Visualize the outcome you want and the best way to achieve it, then take action. Remember it's better to get some form of closure sooner rather than later. Leaving relationship problems too long allows them to fester, which means they get harder to resolve over time.

#infj #relationships #communication #crush #closure #ask

[erithel]

So about the Voltron movie. Though I agree with some of the points made about the live action remakes there are some things that have been done well.

I'm excited for Voltron but I do hope it's more along the lines of Transformers rather than whatever Disney thinks they are doing. Their remakes are the worst of cash grabs. Those who watched them as kids now have kids of their own and are willing to spend money on the things they had as a kid on their kids. Profit off of nostalgia. Which is why they don't alter the scripts.

Though it is still a cash grab Transformers wrote the script for the movies with only the base of the storyline and adjusted to the times. They put more effort into the remakes and they were entertaining. There is a chance if Voltron movie did this, it could be good. (I swear this is Bob Koplar goal. Transformers was a marketing dream. He wants that level of merchandising.)

The thing that bothers me the most about these conversations around the movie is that the VLD fandom seems to think that's all there is.

DreamWorks didn't destroy Voltron they just messed up a reboot. There are still a lot of old fans but most are not in the VLD fandom circles.

I do understand that VLD did hurt a lot of people. I too pretend seasons 7 & 8 don't exist but it didn't stop me from being a fan of the giant robot space cats at all. It's like reading a bad fanfic you just try to forget it and hope the next one is better.

I just don't think it's right to wish a future project to be canceled over a bad reboot. The movie doesn't even have anyone from the VLD working on it. It will have nothing to do with it and I just wish people would stop bashing something that hasn't even started.

Apologies for ranting, it's just so frustrating to be excited for something but you have to hide it because others haven't healed their hurt.

Sorry it took me so long to answer this. I was moving and was without internet for a while.

So you do have some points in here that are valid, of course.

And I of course understand the feeling of being excited for something, but having to shove those feelings aside because all you get in response is anger and annoyance.

My original point wasn't to bash the reboot, but to express my annoyance at the need to turn every animated thing into a live action, because animation is still not considered a "serious medium." I am a huge fan of animation and I feel it holds the most possibilities, so my main annoyance at a live action Voltron reboot was the "live action" part of it.

The disconnect I have with your post, here – although I do understand the point you are making – is that, for me, I enjoy watching things for the characters and not necessarily the plot or the action. That's what interests me as a viewer.

Obviously not all people are like this, and that is perfectly fine.

But I got attached to the characters from VLD – understanding they are one version of these rebooted characters, through the years. And a live action version of Voltron would not have these particular characters, it would have a completely new version of them. This is fine on its own, but I think this is why many people may not be jumping at the prospect of the live action reboot – because the characters may be the same base archetype as the ones from VLD, but they will not be the same versions we grew to know and love.

I actually do think if the Voltron remake happens, it probably will be similar to Transformers. I think they will focus on the action and the plot and not as much on the characters. And this is fine for people who enjoy that type of story.

But that is why I don't think I will go out of my way to watch a live action movie of Voltron, if it does get made.

As with any of these asks, I can only offer my opinion, so I am not saying it's not something others won't enjoy. All I can say is why I don't think it's a great idea, in terms of what I would like.

#asks #voltron legendary defender #voltron

[bloodykora]

I wrote a kinda poem, more like weird vent thing about my hair

I hate when people touch my hair. I have swerved out of the way, ducked to hide, pushed someone in front of me, the whole 9 yards to get people not to touch me or my hair.

It probably started when I was little, the ripping of a hair brush through my long dirty blonde hair. The wincing, the straining, the tension held in my neck and shoulders.

Words of such great inspiration. "It doesn't hurt that much." "You are fine, stop moving." And my favourite. "I will give you something to cry about."

My scalp still hasn't healed from the burning of: curling wands, straightening brushes, hot combs, flat irons. The worst part is my hair is already naturally straight with a small wave.

It was to the point that I wouldn't let friends brush my hair before they braided it. I would lean back or redirect a partner's hand when it came into contact with my head. I only let me and one other person cut my hair, and before that I didn't cut my hair. The only exception was babies.

Small babies with small yet deadly grips. Toddlers that like to hold and see my coloured hair with it's magical properties. Young kids who wanted to brush their hands in my undercut and tell me how soft it is. Because children are more gentle with their hands then people, adults, are.

From all the pulling adults and I have done to my hair over the years, I basically have no nerves left. You can latch on and never let go. And I will not up a fuss anymore.

So, imagine to my surprise. A person, who has never given me anxious butterflies, who very softly holds my hand, who calls me tiny which I normally despise but adore from their mouth. They ask to brush my hair.

It's slow, precise, and calm. There is no rush, no place to be. And my hair is a mess. Knots and clumps due to not brushing it that morning.

Expectations set low, probably around 6 feet under. I mentally prepare myself, for the straining and the tension and the pain. Yet none comes.

It is slow and precise and calm. Gentle. Loving. Weird.

Is that how hair brushing is supposed to feel? Is that why so many people dream of and romanticize it?

I don't really have the right words to describe the correction that one person did in mere minutes. They, in one morning, made the small, scared, insecure little girl who feared when her mother brought up her looks and ran when her sister was talking about pageants feel okay. Made the teenager who chopped said hair off because of their mother and trauma realize, not everyone is gonna grab and pull it back when they deem it's okay and warranted. The young adult who now doesn't mind that their hair has grown and it's thinner and knows it can all come back but still fears her hair is no longer pretty, know that it will always seem smooth and soft.

He made her feel safe.

And that little girl, that teenager and the young adult hopes they will continue to brush her hair, gently and lovingly til the end of time. -March 20th, 2023

#eww grosss #koras feelings #nastyyy #but uh yeah