#It's just this setting is so terrible and only set to get worse that 90% of my investment is seeing if the kids will improve things.

[itsnothingofinterest]

So chapter 390 thoughts: it was a cool action scene and all, an impressive feat from Shoto to use his quirk like that with his family, and I’m sure it’ll look very cool in the anime. Oh, and I loved Toga’s scene and her words for Dabi too, that was genuinely just great. But as a resolution to the Todoroki plotline, if it really is their final resolution...well be warned that I’m about to get a bit negative about a chapter people seem to really like. Sorry.

I guess on Shoto’s end, it was an okay conclusion to his arc. Because his arc was about becoming a hero who puts people at ease, and shutting down a bomb right as he arrives...meets that criteria I guess. But it also feels kind of a rushed conclusion to his arc this way; as ironic as that may sound when he’s been flying here for 4 chapters. I mean I knew he’d stop the bomb easy; but did anyone else think there’d be more after to do or was it just me?

Endeavor’s conclusion kind of just sucks. He spent his whole arc talking about how he’d make things up to his family; not through empty words, just watch his actions! And then in the end all he does is apologize before passing out. That and “I don’t want to watch you die” being the only nice things he says or does for Touya and that’s it, that was his whole contribution to saving Dabi. Why did we spend all that time with him?

And on Dabi’s end...full disclosure: after this post, I’m likely to go into denial that he’s really down for the count like after 352 because this was possibly everything I ever actually feared for his conclusion. Now that he’s been saved from the intimidate threat of explosion that Shoto was well equipped to easily handle; Touya’s just over it. Never mind his words from the last chapter; he loves his family now*. And seemingly now they’re gonna do the hard part, talking through their emotions and coming to an actual resolution, off-screen as we move on to the next fight. ‘Cause that’s what being a hero is all about: saving that day from physical threat in as big & flashy a way as possible by overwhelming it with numbers & power, then skipping over the hard part violence can’t easily fix.

Man, I almost envy the people who were worried Dabi could die that can just be satisfied that he didn’t. (Unless they’re caught up in the debate about how he will die actually. Even after Shoto saved him. This might be the pot calling the kettle back but man there’s no convincing some people, huh?)

*Early scans tell that he said hated his family; but as I understand, he did that thing in the written japanese language where he said one thing but meant another. Dabi does this a lot.

Although I can’t find the post the claims this anymore and don’t know enough japanese to confirm it myself so maybe I’m wrong? I’d be happy if I was, all the more reason to hope this isn’t the end of the Todoroki plot that way.

#bnha #bnha 390 #bnha spoilers #shoto todoroki #class 1a #dabi #touya todoroki #toga himiko #paranormal liberation front #PLF #anti endeavor #I know I know I dared to have expectations. #It's just this setting is so terrible and only set to get worse that 90% of my investment is seeing if the kids will improve things. #I wanted to see if Shoto would give us any reason to not expect more Endeavors and Dabis in the future. #They seemed to full of potential at first; I didn't expect to be disappointed so much.

[prettycottagequeer]

ok maybe I'm a little late to this BUT I'm gonna do a to-do list motivation thingy because I've had the worst two weeks since I started college :)

SO these I should start on asap:

50 I make the snack I really want but I haven't had the motivation to make

100 I clean my dorm. another thing I've been meaning to do for a week

150 I do the presentation about mid-victorian fashion I've been putting off (due Monday)

200 I start memorizing the monologue that was due a week ago (now due Tuesday)

these can wait longer:

300 I spend time outside. It's so nice but I'm getting stuck scrolling because I feel like shit. vicious cycle ect

500 I start setting a better weekend routine (aka getting up before noon)

1k I start working out again. I was doing a routine to get more masc and build muscle and I liked it but life hit me like Crowley driving the Bentley and I've missed like 3 weeks

2k I buy my first binder. I've been coping with sports bras for almost a year now and I haven't been able to justify spending $50+ on a binder even though I know I'd love it and use it everyday.

Do I tag people? I don't know but I'm going to. @the-globe-theatre-maggot @weirdly-specific-but-ok @howmanyholesinswisscheese

here's just some context if you want to read, feel free to skip. some of this I've talked about in the maggot server, some I haven't, but I really just need a place for this to go that's out of my head. tw homophobia, transphobia, car crash(??)

How I Have Been Run Over By The Bentley Going 90 In Central London What Feels Like 50 Times In The Last Two Weeks

I'm going to college about 4 hours away from my parents, and it's been really nice. They.. suck, to say the least. transphobic/homophobic ect, super traditional conservative catholic, racist, all of it. so i tried to move somewhere where I wouldn't have to think about them and I could be myself and do what I can to be happy. March 1st was the start of my spring break, which meant going home because the dorms close. I was already not excited, but I was prepared. the problem with being away from home is I forget just how bad they are. My optimism gets the better of me and I think maybe this time they'll be better. so I decided to not hide my septum piercing.

that was a mistake. it starts a whole fight where they say we know you're trans, you're actually a girl and you always will be, we have the bones argument, they think I'm being influenced by demons or something (if only they knew about crowley) because I want to change my name, and they tell me that going on t will completely ruin my body and give me cancer and other things. They're also mad about my dyed hair, septum, and general style, and say I'm setting a terrible example for my (5) younger siblings and make it a point to tell me just how much of a disappointment I am. I think I'm pretty cute and fun but y'know, whatever. very fun time. I lie so much, don't give them any more details about my identity, and say I'm not planning to go on t to save my ass. which is all on instinct which makes me feel worse because if I'm really trans I should be able to stand up for that, right? maybe I'm faking the dysphoria.

the next morning I wake up really sick, and spend the rest of the week sick and feeling like shit because I'm home and back in the same place and situation I was a year ago that I thought I escaped. at one point I pretty much lose my voice but also kind of get gender euphoria from it. it's weird.

On Friday it's time for me to drive back 4 hours to school, and I make it about 3/4 of the way when google maps takes me on a random gravel road and I crash my car, really crash my car, like sideways-in-a-ditch-windows-broken-crawling-up-out-the-door crash it in the middle of nowhere. (I was fully paying attention to the road, it was raining and super slick) I call my parents because I have no one else to call and I sit in a Subway for 3 hours while they drive to get my car. when they get there they're (understandably) really mad, and they tell me that I'm not mature enough to be going to school so far away and I need to get my shit together and stop depending on them. which. is probably true. but made me feel even more stupid about the fact that I crashed my car. I get back to school and I'm still Very Sick with no energy or motivation to do anything. So I've spent the last week trying to get better and honestly to do anything. it hasn't really worked. I'm a lot better health-wise (Not emotionally), still sick but I have a lot of work due, so I really need a push to get started

[astraltrickster]

I want to introduce a disability concept that I've been calling paradoxical stigma.

What is paradoxical stigma? It's the stigma against:

1) The actually disabling traits of a disability that's in the spotlight for the parts of it that are convenient to accommodate, and/or

2) The diagnosis of such a disability itself,

Due to the assumption that the spotlight renders it "destigmatized" and no longer in need of support.

As of right now, at least around this corner of the internet, the most obvious examples of this are autism and ADHD. It's become disturbingly common for people to treat those like Diet Disabilities That Don't Actually Count. It's been really interesting to watch the popular attitude about these disorders shift from "autism is either a tragedy or an excuse depending on 'severity', and ADHD is just a myth used to drug kids into complicity instead of teaching them actual skills", to "actually these are real disorders that affect people in all aspects of their lives", to "I GUESS they're real disorders but honestly EVERYONE has them can't we worry about more SERIOUS ones?" and...not in a good way.

It comes up...partially as a legitimate backlash to people with these disorders who think that invisible disability and/or neurodivergence begins and ends at their experience, and...yeah, that's a problem all right, in fact if I had a dollar for every asshole who looked at my struggles with things like keeping my space clean or not fucking up my medication doses DUE TO ADHD and went "well I have the same diagnosis and I don't have THAT problem to THAT extent, obviously you're just lazy and careless", or saw me having an AUTISTIC meltdown and called it "bullying" or worse because I get loud and insisted that I NEED to CONTROL that CHOSEN BEHAVIOR if I want to not be a Bad Person, or heard about how AUTISTIC overstimulation defense measures play into my trouble with cleaning and insisted that well THEY'RE autistic too and don't have that specific problem so this is clearly weaponized helplessness because I just don't WANT to learn to do better, I'd...probably have a lot more assistive tech. I also get really, really frustrated and upset when people use RSD to mean "if you ever criticize me that's the height of ableism, no matter how much I'm actually fucking up and hurting you" - especially since it's so often invoked as a defense against being lightly criticized for ACTUALLY harmful behavior and as much as it sucks there IS no substitute to make that more emotional-dysregulation-friendly beyond basic kindness in criticism. That attitude exists. It's bad.

And yet, theoretically, I think we could all agree that the response to that should NEVER be to reinvent the old "ugh, those aren't REAL disabilities, those are just EXCUSES that LAZY PARENTS make for kids being kids, what they need is DISCIPLINE" stereotype of the 90s-2000s, just now aimed at those same kids as adults, in ostensibly supportive spaces - or arguably worse, to revert all our understanding of support needs to the externally judged high-functioning/low-functioning dichotomy.

What really sets this apart as paradoxical stigma, rather than just garden-variety lateral ableism, is that 1) we CAN theoretically all agree that reinventing those stereotypes is a terrible response, yet many people do it anyway, and 2) these stereotypes are invoked not only because of that intracommunity misbehavior, but both within and outside of disabled spaces, because of the illusion that you can bring up those disorders and have them taken seriously because fidget toys and stim videos and weighted blankets are popular now. An event having quiet rooms, or backlash to Autism Speaks being visible outside of autistic spaces, will be taken as "proof" that autism stigma is over forever and anyone who complains about it is just a whiner who doesn't know how good they have it...even when what they're complaining about is, say, being barred from migration. Paradoxical stigma is enacted by people who think that they, alone, are standing up against someone who's throwing others under the bus to continue to progress their own limited agenda...when in fact they're speaking a very popular shitty opinion, that MANY of the people making that claim would disagree with HEAVILY once separated from the "crab bucket reflex".

As a personal example, the result is that when I'm looking for assistance, I'm...hesitant to bring up those diagnoses, because I know I'm going to be written off as "obviously a high-functioning low-support needs scammer who just doesn't WANT to CONTRIBUTE TO SOCIETY and EARN things" - even by people who otherwise agree that people should be allowed to survive even if they truly are the living strawman lazy bum who has nothing wrong with them but just WANTS to lay around eating junk food and doing drugs all day, AND that disability deserves to be respected, isn't black-and-white, and affects everyone differently; somehow when these combine in the context of my diagnoses that have had a very sanitized version of themselves "destigmatized" on TikTok, they cancel out into blatant reactionary sentiment indistinguishable from what I'd hear from my shitty token Republican uncle.

So, that's paradoxical stigma. Feel free to use the term if you find it useful.

#disability #serious tag #and yes it is applicable to issues other than disability #if youre seeing parallels to this in how same-sex marriage passing nationwide in the us #was the beginning of a big downswing in support for queer rights because what ELSE could these entitled freaks POSSIBLY want #you are correct! they are VERY closely related! not quite identical because it wasnt almost equally intense within the community as outside #but i wouldnt call you wrong if you wanted to use the same term! #speaking of bringing back the high-functioning/low-functioning dichotomy - it is NOT lost on me #just how many people dont take me seriously as a Real Autist because im usually ''well-spoken'' #therefore i CLEARLY cant have support needs that are hard to aestheticize right??? #as if that kind of misconception isnt EXACTLY WHY we moved away from functioning labels in favor of discussing support needs

[sabo-has-my-heart]

Hi :D

I need to say that I love your writing very much. You're literally so amazing at describing characters and their emotions , their actions and the background as well!

Tho, If you feel comfortable enough - Can you make headcanon or drabble (choice is up to you) about Platonic!Roger Pirates and Whitebeard Pirates having a young crewmate that is very mature but is really self-sacrificial? By that I mean , they are not a fighter but don't want to be burden so they do anything they can to not be useless in their opinion?

So I did headcanons because I'm not good with drabbles. It's either 800-900 words minimum or nothing. I don't do drabbles. That being said, I hope you enjoy this, just remember this is just how I see them.

Word Count: 900

Roger Pirates

Roger totally pouts about you being very mature

You’re a kid, you should be enjoying life!

Orders the crew to give you as few chores as possible.

That’s not to say you don’t do plenty, just that Roger doesn’t assign it to you.

Constantly telling you to go have fun and enjoy the sunshine.

Part of you wants to, you want to make him happy, you kind of want to go have fun.

But what if you become a burden by doing so?

What if you cause trouble like Buggy and Shanks?

Nope! Not gonna happen!

And you go right back to helping out. 

Rayleigh has had to forcibly stop you before.

Actually picked you up, set you in a chair, and ordered you to enjoy a small dessert.

In his defense, you’d been working yourself pretty hard at the time.

The entire crew knows not to wake you in the morning unless necessary. 

It’s not that they don’t want your help, but they’re worried about you.

Rayleigh suggests a therapist. 

You got so caught up in taking care of things that you missed the appointments.

The crew honestly tries their best to get you to stop and relax.

They’ve seen you overwork yourself, it wasn’t pretty and they all felt terrible for not stopping you sooner.

You still find plenty to do though.

Them not telling you to help actually makes you feel worse. 

You’re being a burden by trying not to be a burden!

Rayleigh realizes this and you, Roger and Rayleigh reach an agreement.

You’re to do the chores you’re given and no more unless asked.

Buggy and Shanks aren’t allowed to ask you for help. 

You’re allowed to get the usual early wake up call, but you have to spend a mandatory 2 hours being a kid and having fun.

Your fun usually involves helping Crocus organize the infirmary or just talking with Shanks (and keeping him out of trouble).

Neither Roger nor Rayleigh are happy about it, but they accept that it makes you happy so they don’t say anything.

You tell them that you just don’t want to be a burden… They laughed.

They told you that you were a kid, the only thing kids should worry about is being kids, not about being burdens. 

Still, if doing a certain amount each day gets you to have fun later, they’ll take what they can get.

Whitebeard Pirates

Oh dear.

If you think Roger was bad, try dealing with his son.

Ace loves goofing off and causing trouble.

Haruta also likes causing trouble. 

The two try to get you in on their trouble very, very often.

Not that they do, but they’re really trying to get you to enjoy life. 

Unfortunately, watching them cause trouble and make messes only makes you want to do more.

Their jobs as commanders are important and they’re great fighters, but damn do they cause trouble for people. 

Marco, Izou, and Thatch help though. 

They keep you busy but also keep you from overworking yourself.

Thatch will give you easy tasks in the kitchen, Marco will give you simple tasks in the infirmary. 

It’s always stuff that’s ‘important but I just don’t have the time’. 

Izou helps in a rather odd way. He insists on spa days with you, says your company is relaxing, that he needs someone he can talk to but not like Ace or Thatch.

So you take spa days with him.

He actually really does like your company and it does help him relax, but it’s 90% for your sake.

Even Whitebeard has you help him. 

He’s 20 ft tall, Luffy literally fits in his giant hand! He needs someone to help him with small things. 

You’re young and small, so you do a lot of things he’s ‘too big’ for. Could he technically order things in his size? Yes, but that would be a lot of money when he has someone small who can do it for him.

At least, that’s what he tells people. 

You’re often busy this way but actually do very little work.

Which was their intention.

You’re a kid, they don’t want you being too grown up but they know if they try and stop you, you’ll find other ways.

So they keep you busy while making things easy. 

Organizing things, sorting produce, spa days, writing out various orders from the captain, reading off lists made by the commanders, all stuff that requires very little actual work but is still important to each of the commanders.

Ace and Haruta try to make their tasks fun as well.

Sometimes it works, sometimes it just annoys you.

Are they mocking you by doing this?

Whitebeard does have one very strict rule for you though.

No working after dinner, the time between dinner and bed is to be spent winding down and getting ready for bed.

Someone once caught you trying to clean the kitchen counters after dinner to make life easier for Thatch. 

Whitebeard ‘grounded’ you for a week. You weren’t allowed to help anyone with anything, you felt awful.

Ace and Haruta were assigned to you to make sure of that.

You never disobeyed the rule again.

It’s not that you don’t want to have fun, but you just really don’t want to be a burden to anyone. 

You spend some of the time after dinner just doing what you want to do.

#one piece #one piece ace #portgas d. ace #fire fist ace #portgas d ace #one piece whitebeard #one piece izo #one piece izou #one piece Thatch #one piece Marco #first division commander marco #op marco #op Ace #op whitebeard #one piece haruta #op haruta #op Thatch #op Izou #op Izo #platonic roger x reader #platonic whitebeard x reader #platonic ace x reader #platonic marco x reader #platonic thatch x reader #platonic Izou x reader #platonic Haruta x reader #platonic Raleigh x reader #edward newgate #whitebeard #shirohige

[honey-tragedy]

a least to most likely list of which of the robins would hide injuries

dick, is surprisingly the least likely to hide injuries. he got told sence he was able to walk and do stunts that improperly cared for injuries could not only harm him but other performers and thats stuck with him. add in being the leader of the teen titans and trying to set a good example for them, hes fully open with his injuries when hes hurt.

--dick has a spread sheet of injury and when he got them, he thinks it funny

tim is the second least likely to hide injuries, now this is only because in the first year or two of being robin haveing a infection or improperly cared for wound would take him out of the field and away from doing damage control with bruce. and now its just a habit too keep track of his injuries

---tim would hid older injuries that wouldn't effects his field capabilities (spleen spleen spleen) but not anything recent or pressing

up next is duke! duke as the leader of the we are robins thing has had to deal with idiots under his command hideing injuries and he refuses to add that stress onto bruce and alfred. he knows how annoying and worrying it is to have to wonder if your people are actually field ready or lieing too you.

--he would only hid injuries if they came from civilian life or for a stupid thing like triping off a roof or swinging into a wall, but like tim he wouldnt if it was something big or would affect his capabilities

steph is next up, were edgeing into would definitely hide shit, steph does not see bruce as a parent and barely sees him as a boss. shes a latch key kid with a terrible dad and a try her best but not get mom, no way in hell would she come out with injuries outload but she would let alfred treat her if it came up. prefers to go to Leslie cause she trusts her more, and as such bruce usually only hears about her injuries after the fact.

---steph fully mocks bruce that if he was the worlds greatest detective he would know when shes hurt, goes to Leslie or alfred if its really bad

this was a toss up, but damian is next, assassins dont really lend them selves to being good people to tell that your injured, even the ones ment to serve you. damian is basically allergic to telling anyone anything is actually wrong with him ever, unless its him and bruce one of one. bruce is essentially the only person he trusts enough to admit hes injured.

--getting damian to admit hes injured is like trying to give a feral cat a bath, no one likes doing it but its necessary sometimes

jason!! second to last on the list, jason would actually fully chew off his own leg then tell the bats hes injured ever. not only because he doesn't trust 90% of them not to use it to fuck him over, but also because bruce will become simultaneously the most helicopter parent and the emotional brick wall the second he knows Jason's hurt, its honestly worse then being shot to see him try and ground jason like hes still a child, while also being full emotional brick wall batman mode

--jason has pushed tim down the bottomless pit in the cave before just so he could bolt before bruce could quarantine him in the cave cause he got hurt, jason would fully fist fight his way out of the batfam then ever admit hes hurt

and to round it off cass! cass will slink away to hide and lick her wound and you would never know shes hurt unless she lets you. raised as a weapon i dont think David cain was the kinda person to treat an injury with anything other then disappointment, and cass still sees her own injury as failures in her training. shes fully capable of doing most of her own medical care and useing it to her advantage in avoiding telling anyone her injuries.

--cass broke her arm once and as soon as it was put in a cast no one saw her tell it was fully healed. not even bruce is sure where she was or what she was doing during those months

#dc comics #batman #jason todd #dick grayson #damian wayne #robin #dc #tim drake #duke thomas #stephanie brown #cassandra cain #headcannons #batfam #batman headcanon

[jastersmohnson]

Lizzy Caplan’s full thoughts on the “Monkey Business” episode

This is from an article that was published in December.  I just discovered it (apologies if it’s already been shared), but I thought it was pretty illuminating.  I had no idea that Lizzy had such distain for the scene, I do feel very sorry for her.  It’s bizarre that Michelle Ashford and the writers insisted on the storyline making it to air when the cast and crew seemed fairly vocal about it being a bad idea, and the critics and audience have almost unanimously agreed that it’s the worst episode of the show by several degrees.

So here’s Lizzy’s full thoughts on the scene/storyline, filmed on her birthday, June 30, 2015:

“This was season three, which was not our strongest season — like, objectively and for some very valid reasons that are not worth getting into now. It was not as refined, let’s say, as the first couple seasons.

“So, it was summer. We were deep into shooting the season and one weekend Annaleigh Ashford, who is amazing and lovely and was on the show, she was doing a cabaret show in Las Vegas. A bunch of us decided to go. My birthday was that upcoming Monday and it was also the very early days of dating my now-husband. We wanted to go have this fun, early birthday Vegas weekend.

“It was a perfectly debauched weekend and then we flew back to LA Sunday night and I was in pretty rough shape. Very hung over. Like, Vegas hung over. And then Monday morning, crack of dawn, I had to be back at work.

“We were shooting in Griffith Park all day. It was easily 100 degrees outside. So hot and there was not a lot of shade and I was still feeling pretty bad from the night before. Exhausted, nauseous, overheating in all those wool clothes that people wore back in the 50s, with 30 undergarments underneath.

“And I’m also dreading the scene we had to shoot that day. I had been trying to convince myself that it wasn’t going to be as bad as I feared because this is a respectable show! The setup of the episode — I have never watched this nor will I ever watch it — was that esteemed sex researchers Masters and Johnson are called to the St. Louis Zoo because their gorilla just won’t mate and (the zoo staff) are tearing their hair out and they need help. And who are you going to call? Sex researchers.

“Somehow Masters and Johnson come to this realization that this frigid — I don’t even know if you can use the word ‘frigid’ for a male gorilla? — but this frigid gorilla needed motivation to get there. So my character, Virginia Johnson, does the most obvious and logical thing, which is to expose her breasts to the gorilla to inspire him to mate.

“When I tell you the amount of times we tried to push back on this storyline (laughs) to no avail. So here we are on set, it’s happening.

“And I remember this very, very vividly: I was feeling physically terrible, but also a deep, deep, deep embarrassment. I think it was hour 13 of what ended up being a 16-hour scorching hot day. And I’m unbuttoning my blouse to show my boobs to a man in a gorilla suit. And also, please don’t forget: It was my birthday.

“The camera was focused on my back, so you didn’t see nudity. You see me from behind, opening my blouse — I’m 90% sure it was only from the back. Again, I haven’t seen it. From my understanding, I wasn’t showing nudity, but it was very implied. And nudity was not uncommon on that show.

“So I remember looking over at the camera guy and I just saw the pity on his face as he’s mouthing: ‘I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry.’ And he was actually a camera guy on ‘Fleishman is in Trouble,’ so we were just reminiscing about this.

“So I do the thing and I’m filled with a deep guttural shame — I didn’t want to do it but I had to do it. Then (laughs), the man in the gorilla suit — who is the only person on set having a worse day than me because it’s a billion degrees outside and he had to spend the whole day in this gorilla suit — he, in character, reacts to this display and then the gorilla is in fact inspired (laughs) by a human woman flashing him her breasts.

“And then the guy proceeds to go and start mating with the female gorilla.

“But the really crazy thing is that the guy in the female gorilla suit? That was the male gorilla’s actual son.

“So he had to look at me, and then make his way over to his son and pretend to mate with him.

“And I just wanted to walk into the ocean and die. That was the worst moment I’ve ever had at work.

“Working on that show was one of the most collaborative experiences, which was probably why this felt extra strange. There were things that pushed my level of comfort, but certainly, it was all my own choice and I was aiming to push it. I was never pushed by any producers to do anything I didn’t want to do — up until this point. There were a lot of times on that show where I had to steel myself in my trailer beforehand for scenes that I really believed in, but I was never pushed into doing anything. Which is why this felt like such an anomaly.

“When I signed up for this show, I had a pretty good idea of what might be involved. But it’s safe to assume that I did not anticipate I would be asked to show my breasts to a man in a gorilla suit in order to inspire the gorilla to mate.

“But also that’s what made everybody so sad. This was a show that was so respected and deservedly so. This is one of the jobs I’m most proud of ever, I’m so happy I was in this show. But there was something stinky about this third season. And to all of a sudden go from this lofty level of prestige to flashing your breasts to a gorilla — that feels like a pretty steep drop.

“The scene was made up, I say that with 99% certainty. I think they really were asked to go to the zoo, but I highly doubt — because it doesn’t even make sense! I don’t think this is how animal psychology works. I have no degree in animal husbandry, but I think it’s safe to assume this was a flight of fancy from some writer.

“Michael Sheen was as horrified as I was, if not more so somehow. Nobody wanted to look anybody else in the eye the whole time (laughs), it was horrifying.

“And it was so clear that everybody — the crew, who feel like the true team you’re playing on — we all felt the same. I couldn’t wait to get to a point where this was funny. But in that moment, it didn’t feel funny to me at all.

“I was probably a little more afraid to speak about this thing, even in a joking way, at first. But we had to do some press pretty soon after and Michael Sheen just went right into how stupid this gorilla thing was (laughs).

“I can’t imagine what this was like for the two guys in the gorilla suits. And they were clearly the best in the business. They were great at being gorillas! But you need therapy after that.

“I just imagine them driving home in complete silence (laughs) not knowing how to process the day.

“Perhaps we should employ the use of female breasts to solve all the world’s problems. Female breasts will heal the world — or at least, the world of the frigid gorillas in 1950s St. Louis.

“When I heard about this column, I knew there was no other story that would hold a candle to the level of deep shame I felt. I was feeling anger when I got home at the end of that day, but my boyfriend and I had this dinner reservation, and by the time we went to dinner, I was a shell of a human. It was definitely a memorable birthday.”

#Masters of Sex #Lizzy Caplan #Virginia Johnson #Michael Sheen #Bill Masters #Monkey Business

[love-on-mars]

Hi! I was wondering if you could do a angst fic abt mick (80s,90s era) literally could be about anything i just never see anyone base a angst fic around him and its always based around the reader so i was wondering if you could write one around mick! Sorry if this request kinda sounds weird ☠️

Hiiii! I’m so sorry if this one is kinda short, it’s also more of hurt/comfort so I hope that’s ok. I set this in the 90s when Mick was having it rough in the band, therefore; angst! Enjoy!

Warings: swearing: talk of chronic illness, sad Mick, angst

Worthless (Mick Mars x Reader)

You heard to front door swing open followed with a grunt and a sigh. Immediately you went over to see your husband of 10 years treading in, looking just as defeated as he has the last few weeks.

Neither of you had to say anything, it was almost funny how intuitive you bother were to each other. It was like you could read each other’s mind, knowing if something was wrong. You looked up at him as you helped him take his coat off, he looked at you with sad, tired eyes. He looked like a kicked puppy.

You pulled him further into your shared home and brougham him upstairs, hearing some soft grunts as he walked up. It broke your heart to hear him in pain, and you knew the AS was getting worse than ever. The worst thing about it is there’s nothing either of you can do to help him.

You offered him some food but he shook his head, opting to take a shower. You offered to help but he said no, he’s always insisted he can care for himself. You know this of course, but offer anyways like how he helps you.

As he came out he got dressed and lays down, a disgruntled sigh escaping his lips. He looked over at you, knowing you wouldn’t sleep until he told you about his once again terrible day in the studio.

“What did they say this time?” You softly asked him, wanting to be as gentle as possible. Recording Generation Swine was hell for him, the producer Scott Humphrey was a real piece of work. Never satisfied with what Mick had to offer, and turning the guys against him. He even said Tommy was a better guitarist than him, Mick had never been so crestfallen during his time in the band.

“What do you think?” He spat, “all I heard today was no, no, no and no. Nothing I contribute to this damn album is good enough for those assholes! Nikki seems to think I can’t play anymore, and said that I’ve always been terrible! They want to use John Corabi on guitar, but what about me?! Don’t I matter?! I’m the guitarist! If this is how they’re gonna be then I might as well just quit!”

You stared at Mick sadly as he ranted, unsure of how to help him. Mick has never been a particularly emotional man, the only time you’ve ever seen him cry was when he shed a tear at your wedding. As he vented you that tears had begun to form in his eyes, and as he finished he sobbed. He didn’t want to quit, he worked too hard to accumulate his fame and fortune. If he quit he would fade into obscurity based on the direction music was taking.

“My damn back doesn’t help. It’s so hard to turn, just putting my guitar strap on is hell. The guys don’t give a shit. They never have.” He sighs. He pauses before looking back at you, “why the hell are you even with me? Im worthless! What do you want from me? Money? Fame? I can’t imagine what else I have to offer you at this point…”

You straddled him and took his face into your hands, wiping away the tears he had shed in his sorrow. “Mick. I could never and will never use you like that, You know that. I married you because I love YOU, Everything that comes with you is just a bonus. You always make me feel happy and loved, no matter what. You’ve proven to be loyal and committed, no matter how tempted you were on tour. You’ve always treated me like the most precious thing on earth, and you listen to me. You aren’t worthless Mick, not to me.”

As he looked up at you more tears fell from his eyes, despite feeling relief about your relationship he couldn’t shake the feelings of inadequacy in terms of the band. The damage the producer and his bandmates were causing was too much. All he wanted was to feel he was still capable as a musician and a member of Motley Crue.

“I feel and look so old though…so worn…” he sighs, placing his hands on yours as he leans into your touch. “I don’t know what to do. All I know is I can’t take this anymore.”

“I know you hate confrontation, but if they are pushing you to tears then you need to say something. If you don’t go down there and speak up I will. I refuse to let them keep abusing you like this, you’re hurting enough as it is.” You say as you kiss away the remaining tears on his face. He chuckles at your bravery, but shakes his head.

“No need for that, Love. I’ll figure this out, somehow.” He gives you a small smile, he’s been through worse. He’ll get through it.

You nod and turn out the lights before laying down next to him and getting under the covers. You lay your arm across Micks torso to hold him close, he wraps an arm around you pull you into him. “Thank you baby. I don’t know what I would do without you in my life. I love you.”

“I love you too, Mick. Everything will be ok.”

#mick mars #motley crue #mick mars imagine #mick mars x reader #motley crue x reader #1313 #team mick #nikki sixx #tommy lee #vince neil

[misslisamiray]

Time for this weeks's excerpt from my Rick and Morty fanfic, Down With the Rickness. Before we get started, I just have a couple of quick things to mention.

Current page count (for those of you who are new here, my old-school self has to handwrite my fics first): 84! I'll post another of those "me holding up the pages" pics when it hits 90. 😊

This is going to be the last of these little excerpts, but don't be sad: That's only because next week I plan to start posting actual chapters instead!

I mentioned in a previous update that Rick's ideas for dealing with his cold are questionable at best (in other words, dangerous and absolutely terrible). So, for the last excerpt before I start posting the fic for real, please enjoy an example of that. Morty is very much not enjoying any of it. 😅

Morty ran into the garage, and was immediately taken aback by the sight in front of him. Rick was dressed in his normal clothes again, but his labcoat was crooked and sliding down his left shoulder. He had a sock and shoe on his left foot, but a slipper on his right. His belt was unbuckled, and Morty was fairly sure his shirt was on backwards. He was trying to keep his blankets - there were now three of them - wrapped around himself while he set up another experiment, and had to keep pausing to adjust them.

The experiment in question? Well, it wasn't clear exactly what Rick was trying to accomplish, but he'd gathered the blood sample he took earlier, a couple of petri dishes, and some used tissues, and was arranging all of them on the garage floor... in front of a large ray gun on a pedestal.

"What the hell do you think you're doing now, Rick?! Whatever it is, stop!" Morty yelled, startling Rick and causing him to stumble forward and bump into the ray gun. This led to it flipping so it was facing the roof, which it immediately shot a hole through.

"Ow! Dammit, Morty! Look what you made me do!" Rick complained, rubbing his forehead where he'd hit the ray gun.

"Uh-huh. Weird way to thank me for that hole ending up in the roof and not your head." Morty said wearily.

"Okay, so this wasn't on the right setting for what I'm *Cough!* trying to do just now. But I would've figured that out on my own without your so-called help." Rick grumbled, turning a dial on the ray gun and repositioning it so it was once again aimed at the assortment of things on the floor.

"And what exactly are you trying to do?"

"Isn't it obvious? I hate to admit it, Morty, but you were right about the idea I had before being terrible. *Sniff!* Shrinking you down to microscopic size to talk to the virus? I don't, don't know what I was thinking with that." Rick admitted as he added the blood sample to one of the petri dishes. The pile of blankets slid down a little, and he started shivering again.

Noticing that, Morty helped adjust them around Rick's shoulders, saying, "Glad you realized that, but you still didn't answer my question."

"Huh? Oh, *Cough!* right. As I was saying, making you or a clone or a robot germ-sized is not the right way to handle this situation at all. In fact, the way to deal with it is the exact opposite. What I need to do for this negotiation thing to work is make the germs human-sized." Rick explained matter-of-factly.

"Rick, no! Don't you see how that's even worse than your original plan?!" Morty asked, rightfully horrified.

#fanfiction #rick and morty fanfiction #fanfic #rick and morty fanfic #sickfic #rick sanchez #morty smith #my writing #my fanfic #and yes i officially like the title now #down with the rickness #actual chapters start next week! #just had to post one more preview with our favorite dysfunctional duo first #rick and morty

[hellcheer-heaven]

90s!Pregnant Hellcheer - Tenderness (NSFW)

Thank you @phoenixwrites for proofreading.

Beard Eddie created by @eddiemunsons-missingnipple

Chrissy reflects on how she feels regarding herself and her body, especially now during her pregnancy. She’s been feeling worse about herself more than she did in her adolescence. Eddie finds a way to help her feel better: Words of reassurance and a little something more.

Chrissy’s body was never her own, it always belonged to someone else. As far back as she can remember, autonomy wasn’t even an option for her. As a child and growing adolescent, her mother owned her. As a budding young lady, Jason owned her. She believed everything that was ever told about how women were supposed to look, how they were to act, and what was considered the one way to be deemed acceptable by everyone in her life. Yet the messages she heard through her mutuals, friends, and Jason were pinpointed on the exact opposite end of the scale. She shouldn’t have to restrain herself and be as loose as she wanted to be, of course that was only ever allowed in a more private setting like the back of car, a closet at someone’s house party, even in an alleyway; so long as the person making those decisions was Jason Carver. Be a lady, but don’t be a prude. Be a slut, but don’t be a whore. It all felt so confusing and nothing made sense to her.

Even when Chrissy and Eddie were together, she expected him to use her and come up with his reasons as to why. Yet he never did. While Eddie Munson was definitely the human embodiment of spontaneous, he never tried anything with Chrissy out of fear that he’ll scare her off or even hurt her. Asking to kiss her, let alone hold hands seemed like an impossible task. He had to take on a role and so did she, but over time they learned that they could just be themselves. Two lonely people who just needed each other, perhaps more than they realized. For company, companionship, and love.

The journey to self love and acceptance would be a long and perhaps even an arduous one. Eddie never thought of himself as being very handsome, being “skin and bones” made him feel unworthy of Chrissy’s love. While he did like his tattoos, sometimes he saw someone that belonged in a circus sideshow (all he needed were even more tats to “cover his flaws.”). Chrissy was always told that she was “beautiful” according to others, well except for her mother of course. Beauty was defined by her looks alone, which meant having to put in so much work to stay small, fit into her clothing, be strong but not muscular, and to never leave the house without make up and a smile. What a way for the two of them to live.

Spending time together meant that neither of them had to put on show. A date didn’t need to be a big grand gesture, it could be something simple like staying in to watch a movie while chowing down on some take out. Taking a short walk in the woods. Going for a late night drive while singing along to the music blasting from the radio. Even resting beside each other was better than spending time at some party where everyone knew everyone and you had to have a connection to get in. Those parties were all the same: Get in, drink, dance, go make out with someone in the hall, cry on the staircase, drink some more, break shit, and never think about tomorrow. Of course tomorrow would come with a terrible hangover and pretending not to have any regrets. That’s not the kind of life that Chrissy wanted.

Each day she spent with him allowed for Chrissy to see that perhaps there was a chance for a brighter future. Call them old fashioned, but Chrissy and Eddie believed that love at first sight was truly a real thing. On that day when they met up at the bench, a tiny spark began to ignite, glowing and growing each time they saw each other. Call it faith, destiny, or just a simple coincidence; all they needed was each other, in more ways than one. Their attempted first time involved laying beside one other on his bed in their underwear for about 10 minutes, awkwardly looking at anything except each other. Waiting for someone to say something, anything. Eddie was the first to break the silence by asking if they should try for another time. While that moment may have seemed embarrassing to others, Chrissy realized two things: She was given a choice and she was never made to feel ashamed and pressured. Whether if Eddie realized it of not, that suggestion meant the whole world to Chrissy.

The first time they did make love, it was a bit cumbersome to say the least. They had an idea of what to do, but it felt strange and a bit uncomfortable. Yet once they were able to see that they didn't need to put on a performance, they could guide and encourage one another. Encouragement was key, there was no need to make it a competition, it was about communication. Letting each other know that they were safe, heard, and loved. Even after a whole decade after graduation, they still spoke to one another in the kind of way that strengthened their romantic connection.

The world and their lives changed as the four seasons do every year. Hawkins was experiencing a slowly rising population boom with children being born and new folks moving in. Eddie was still hard at work with creating music for Corroded Coffin while taking up extra shifts at the auto garage. The man practically owned the place, there were talks of the owner passing it onto Munson, but as far as anyone knew that was just speculation. Chrissy made her way through college to study psychology and human development, taking an interest in wanting to learn more about the human mind and even learning a bit about herself in the process. Somewhere along that line, they had a small wedding and a little bundle of their own. Well that is a soon to be bundle. Chrissy had taken the last month of her third trimester off to stay at home, getting around was becoming too much for her. Many of the mothers in Hawkins were able to switch around to assist her, giving her whatever she needed during that difficult time. Chrissy was truly grateful, but the one person that she needed the most was Eddie.

Perhaps it seemed too archaic and out-of-date, but Chrissy really needed Eddie's encouragement and loving words. Pregnancy was exciting but it also terrified her, even though the doctors reassured her that she and the baby were healthy. Maybe it was considered selfish on her part, but she felt out of place with her changing body. She was no longer the lithe young lady that she was in the past, sure she continued her attempts to keep in decent shape, but she missed how she used to look. Everything appeared so large and oddly shaped: Her arms, breasts, abdomen, legs, rear, and even her feet increased in size. Chrissy tried her best to avoid mirrors at all costs, still hearing the voice of her mother criticizing her; almost as if Laura was right behind her. Her cruel, cold eyes looking disapprovingly as if Chrissy committed a horrible crime. Would she have treated her any different if she went through with her mother's plan of marrying Jason and bearing his child? Would she be allowed to leave the house? Would she be forced to ingest certain kinds of meals that Laura would create because it would "guarantee a strong boy just like his father" or "guarantee a delicate flower just like her mother?"

None of that should have mattered to Chrissy, but it did. Seeing herself now and then holding up her old cheer uniform made her feel sick to her stomach. She felt like a pig, a fat pig just like what her mother used to call her when she was unable to fit into the modified uniform.

She called Sue Sinclair and Claudia Henderson, informing them that she was going to "rest" for most of the day. No one was around when she broke down and cried in bed, believing herself to be a failure. She didn't see herself as successful, meaningful, or beautiful. She hated herself and what she looked like. If her cries were like a homing signal, then Eddie was the ship coming in to respond to her distress. Receiving the calls from both Mrs. Sinclair and Mrs. Henderson worried him greatly. He told his boss that he had to check on her, and sure enough the owner let him take the rest of the day off; offering him a couple extra days if he needed it. Eddie hurried back to their small house, praying that the worst possible scenarios didn't happen. His fears had vanished knowing that she was still alive, heart still shattering at the sight of her weeping upon the mattress.

He sat beside her, reaching out to held her hand, "Chrissy are you hurt?"

She couldn't look at him, shaking her head that she buried into the pillow. She felt ridiculous for feeling this way, but Eddie never saw anything wrong. He saw his beloved in need. After removing his work clothes, washing off any oil from his hands and face, and placing his shoes aside he laid down beside her. Cradling her bump and kissing the back of her neck, unable to stop his own tears from forming.

She sounded so hurt, “E-Eddie… I’m s-sorry!”

“No baby, don’t apologize. It’s okay, just let it out.”

Time passed and they ended up falling asleep that early afternoon. The two of them at peace as the only sounds that could be heard were the duo’s gentle breathing and the twittering birds just outside their window. He was the first to wake up, smacking his dry lips as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. Gazing over the sleeping beauty with nothing but love behind those earthy brown irises. She was truly radiant, glowing with such incredible warmth and grace. Maybe love had blinded him, but seeing Chrissy was truly a miracle. He couldn’t see or recognize any of her flaws, all he could see was the most wonderful person in the world. Someone that he would love with all his heart and so much more. He gently rubbed her protruding belly, moving aside his old dress shirt to see more of her. Still as gorgeous as the night they were first intimate.

He pecked her strawberry pink lips first, lovingly whispering, “Chrissy wake up… Chrissy… wake up.”

She groaned a little, her voice making any kind of attempt to say something. Eddie kissed her mouth again, smiling when she giggled at the ticklish feeling of his hands gently rubbing her sides. The hairs upon his face scratching her cheek when he nuzzled her neck.

“Eddie… Eddie… oh baby,” she cooed, ruffling his dark curls. “I miss you Eddie.”

He cradled her face between his strong hands, pressing the tip of his nose against hers, “I miss you too Chrissy.” One kiss to her cheek, “My sweet princess.” One to her forehead, “My Queen.” One more upon her lips, “My Goddess.”

She covered her face, “Eddie please you’re making me blush.”

Eddie continued to shower her with love as if the two of them weren’t just laying in bed semi nude. His lips following down to her neck, licking the hollow of her throat. Chrissy couldn’t prevent the moan that managed to escape her lips.

She stopped the next one from approaching, “Eddie, wait stop.”

He was off of her immediately, keeping both hands behind his back, “I’m sorry Chrissy.”

She sighed heavily while her hands absentmindedly drew circles upon her stomach. Feeling guilty over her breakdown and the feelings that she had been harboring about herself and her need to be with Eddie.

He reached out and held her hand, his voice still so gentle, “What’s wrong Chrissy?”

Everything felt wrong, but she believed that she needed to word it better. Still that didn’t have to be the case, they’ve been together for ten years. Why censor herself?

She patted the pillow beside her and he laid back down until they were eye to eye, “Eddie, I’ve been feeling really awful lately. About myself and… my body… I’m sorry this is stupid.”

“No. It’s not stupid,” He placed her hand upon his heart, the beating was so soothing on her palm. “It’s alright, just take your time.”

She looked away at first, but found the courage to look at into those sweet, forgiving eyes. “Do you still love me?”

“Absolutely.”

“And my body? Do you still like it?”

He smiled and pecked her knuckles, “Yes Chrissy, I love your body. I love everything about you.”

There was genuine adoration in his words, but her brain tried to convince her otherwise, “But look at me, I look so huge and I feel so gross.” She looked over at the floor length mirror, the reflected surface facing the wall. “I just… I hate how I look. Every time I see myself I just want to throw up! I look like shit!”

Eddie had to remain strong, even when his heartstrings were getting plucked. “You’re beautiful Chrissy. No matter how you look, I’ll always love you.”

She tightly shut her eyes, pressing her cheek into his palm. He scooted in and held her trembling form, brushing his fingers through her hair. Eddie had told her the truth, he loved her so dearly. He would have moved the earth, sun, moon, and stars just to proclaim his ever lasting love to her. He’d fight an army of orcs, a dragon, and an otherworldly entity just to ensure her protection. The only thing that endangered Chrissy was all of the trauma in her life, she needed support, and he was there. Eddie believed that now was the time for action. The first thing that he did was run a warm bubble bath, preparing the bathroom with bottles of her favorite body washes and lotions. Lit scented candles adorned the sink while an old boom box sat just outside of the room. The tape consisted of the very first playlist that he gifted to her during their first Christmas together back in 1986. It wasn’t much, but it was truly the best gift that she received. He eased her into the tub, scooping up the warm water and letting it cascade down upon her head. She laid back and allowed herself to relax, her favorite tunes from a decade prior whispering softly in her ears as did Eddie’s heartfelt voice.

“You look amazing Chrissy. You look just like a mermaid,” Eddie noted as he carefully lathered her locks with shampoo, gingerly massaging her scalp. “My pretty mermaid princess.”

A smile spread across her lips, craning her head back as she fell into his touch. Sighing at the sensation of his seemingly rough hands being so kind to her. Nibbling her bottom lip when he accidentally tugged on her hair, giving him the bedroom eyes when he profusely apologized, only to stop mid way when those ocean irises stared at him. He was feeling something that he didn’t think was appropriate, his mind chastising himself; if only he knew what she was thinking. The bathing continued, his words of adoration and her moans and groans drowned out the music. Eddie dried her body, his eyes examining every curve, crevice, and stretch mark that was in his sights. His mind went into a frenzy when he looked up at her while toweling her thighs. Being below her made his skin feel so warm, quietly exhaling through his nostrils. Chrissy could only barely see those those eyes of his, having to move her breasts in order to see him. It’s like he was in a trance, completely and utterly bewitched by her. His blush spreading all over that supple face of his.

His voice cracked when he tried to speak, causing her to bust out laughing. A nervous grin was plastered across his lips, but his heart was filled with joy when he heard her lose herself. Her giggles, her snorts, her guffawing. He helped back onto the bed so she could let herself be as loud as she wanted to be. Eddie figured that maybe he could prolong this just a bit more, but her laughter was infectious and he couldn’t stop himself either. Finally they just laid there, looking deeply into each other’s eyes.

He wasn’t sure what compelled him to do this, all he wanted was to have her sit in his lap. Guiding her so that she rested her back upon his chest, letting his hands wander all over her gleaming naked body. So round and supple, so big and beautiful, so perfect in every way. She closed her eyes, a blissful grin plastered on her face as she let her one and only touch her. Eddie was a good man, he loved her so dearly. Yet even his more primitive side would crawl its way out of the lower regions of his brain. Hands gliding between her thighs, giving them a very careful squeeze. Climbing just a little higher to slither his palms beneath her large breasts.

“Ooh, oh Eddie,” she groaned, looking down at the tatted up hands. “Mmm, your hands.”

His voice sounded so deep in her ear, “You like that? Hmm? You like when I hold your tits?”

She groaned, rubbing her thighs together as she repositioned his hands to hold them exactly how she wanted. Sighing when she watched the way those long fingers gently squished her skin, thumbs circling her enlarged and sensitive areolas.

Eddie growled against her neck, “God, you’re so fucking hot.”

How strange that she didn’t feel disgusted by that comment in her current state, and he didn’t feel regretful for saying that. Chrissy was hot, no matter her size and shape. She felt even hotter knowing that her husband was quite a hunk, all those years of working on cars and getting those new tattoos made him the hottest thing that ever walked on two legs. He was no longer a wild looking young man, but instead a grown man with life experience, a little muscle, and a whole lotta love to give. That love was for her and only her. She gasped when he nibbled her earlobe, his hands continuing to massage her chest. She could feel that familiar dull pulsation between her legs and the hardened imprint of his jeans prodding into her back. Oddly enough there was another wet sensation coming from her.

“Eddie!” She squealed frightfully.

He was too in love to look, his lips focusing on her ear, “Yeah?”

“I- I’m… Look!”

He parted and looked at her, his palms feeling a bit dampened. That’s when he saw the thin trail of milk emitting from her. Chrissy just wanted to scream out of anger, the insane amount of embarrassment that she felt made her wish that a giant hole would open up and take her away. The moment was ruined and there was no going back. At least that’s what she thought. Eddie brought his moistened hand closer to his face, his mind calculating how her body was capable of creating something so simple yet so powerful, maybe even healing.

He moved his hand and watched how the snow white liquid dripped, “You’re lactating.”

She covered her face, “Oh god, kill me!”

He pecked her temple, “Chrissy, there’s nothing for you to feel ashamed about.”

She glared at him intensely, “Easy for you to say! You don’t know what this feels like! You’re not the one carrying this watermelon sized thing inside of you!” She sadly gazed down at her fully formed breasts, “I’m a cow Eddie. A big fat cow!”

In the past, Eddie would have take that harsh insult, turn it around, and tell her that she’s was a pretty cute cow. That is if 1986 Eddie had a death wish of course. While he was one to help lighten the mood, he knew that this was not the right place or time for it. All he could do was cuddle up with her, and say the sweetest things that first came to his mind, “Chrissy, you’re not a cow. You’re a strong, confident, and brave woman. And you’re right, I don’t know what it feels like to be pregnant and I never will. You know what comes to my mind whenever I see you?”

“What?” She grumbled.

“I see someone who brings sunshine wherever she goes.” He stroked her belly adoringly, “You’re a Goddess, Chrissy. An all powerful and divine figure that’s capable of creating and bringing something amazing into this world.”

Her face began to soften up, placing her hands upon his, “You really think so?”

Eddie nestled in and kissed her cheek, “I know so. And you know what else? I know you’re going to be a badass mama! I’ll always be here to do whatever I can to keep you and this little rugrat safe.” He rested his chin on her shoulder, “I’d give up playing at Madison Square Garden if it meant spending the rest of my life with you. Both of you.”

Not a single hint of sarcasm or wit behind those words. His intentions were clear as his words were honest. Chrissy could only cry, but her tears were those of absolute joy. He made that promise years ago, even before they got engaged that he would never leave her side. Oh hell, the man quoted some of Bon Jovi’s lyrics to her. Not just because she loved their music, but because he never broke a promise: I’ll be there for you. These five words I swear to you. When you breathe, I wanna be the air for you. I’ll be there for you.

“Thank you Eddie,” she whimpered. “I just wish I could stop wasting this milk.”

He chuckled nervously, “Do you want me to… um… sorry for saying it like this… milk you? I know, I know, that sounded really wrong.” He rubbed the back of his neck, absolutely hating himself for what he just said, “Jesus Christ, I promise that I’m not calling you a cow, sweetheart. Okay, I’m going to stop talking and go get some bottles from the kitc-”

She interrupted with such gumption, “That’s it! Why didn’t we think of this before?” Chrissy turned her face, determination in her eyes, “Eddie, I need you to help me with my breasts.”

In any other moment, Eddie would have gladly jumped to that opportunity without hesitation. Of course that was before the two of them decided to try for a baby. He needed to make sure that he heard her correctly, “Okay, I will. How am I going to do that exactly?”

An exasperated huff escaped her nostrils before she offered him a smile, “I want you to drink from me.”

He still couldn’t believe what he was hearing, “What?”

Clearly the gears in his head were still turning, so she figured that speaking crudely may help with translating her message, “Eddie, suck on my tits. Please.”

Well he was already known to be a freak, might as well continue to live up to that reputation. He set up a bundle of pillows upon the headboard, helping Chrissy lean back and making sure that she was well adjusted and comfortable. She truly did look like a divine figure in a painting, if he was an artist he would capture this image and frame it up. Even though she felt exhausted from crying, she was calm and at peace knowing that he was here to take care of her. No amount of rebooting could fix up the short circuiting occurring in his brain, but he had to focus. There were only a small handful things he could put his whole attention onto, this was definitely going to be one of them.

He offered her a kiss to her lips first, sugary sweet ones upon her neck and then another just centimeters above her chest. She smelled incredible, her natural odor and the fruity lotions filled his nostrils, the smell shooting straight to his cock. Eddie gulped at the soft bundles of flesh, looking up into her forgiving eyes before planting a careful peck to the left one. She nibbled her lip, she was extra tender and she needed his love. One to the right and this time she groaned, but not in pain, but in pleasure. He held her breast, his brain calculating the weight and warmth of it by touch alone. Eddie had big hands, but the flesh had spilled over and even between his fingers. He looked down, his jaw dropping when a bead formed after giving her a very delicate squeeze. The contrast between the milk and her darkened nipple was striking. Chrissy didn’t know what made her squirm more, the visual of Eddie gingerly licking her teat or the deep groan that soon followed. A little more came out when he carefully compressed her, and again he got another sample and loved it.

“Wow, holy shit Chrissy. You taste so sweet.”

His comment went straight to her heart, the organ drumming loudly, “You don’t think it’s gross?”

He kissed the top of her head, “Nothing about you is gross, sweetheart. You taste as sweet as you look.”

“Oh Eddie,” she breathlessly moaned, bringing his face closer until he was engulfed between her heaving bosoms. Pressing herself intimately around that handsome face of his, giggling when he motioned his head quickly from side to side. “Eddie that tickles!”

There was such a sweet sense of innocence when his big brown eyes gazed up. Lathering her skin with gentle licks at first, watching and listening to her reactions. Her entire being was extra sensitive and he wanted to do nothing more than spoil her with kisses. His slightly calloused hands ran along the sides of her body, giving her always developing form the love that she deserved. Caressing and lightly tickling her in the process with his finger tips and beard. While really enjoyed being snuggled up between her big boobs, there was so much more that he intended to do.

One hand held her left breast, kissing every inch of soft flesh, his bulbous nose nuzzling into her so sweetly. Her scent was intoxicating, better than anything he’s ever smelled before. Chrissy rubbed the apples of his cheeks with her thumbs, smiling at the gentle man grinning back at her. He stared at her chest before his eyes darted back up.

His voice was only a whisper, “May I?”

Her hand slid to the back of his head, “Yes Eddie.”

He kissed her nipple first, being careful not to put too much pressure on it. Closed pecks transitioned to open mouth smooches, lathering her bud in wet, warm saliva; the sudden coldness made her shiver only to be cured by his continued kisses. He was so good to her, wanting to ensure that she was safe and comfortable at all times, especially in this state. They haven’t had any sexual contact in what felt like a lifetime. They promised each other that everything would be off limits during her pregnancy, but perhaps indulging just this one time wouldn’t kill them.

“Eddie, ooh I love you,” she groaned, playing with his bangs. “Do you want another taste big boy?”

He bit down on his lip, adjusting his hardening cock, “Chrissy, oh babe you’re too good to me. And you’ll still have enough?”

She giggled, “Eddie, baby, don’t worry. I’ll still have plenty left over, and then some.”

“I just don’t want to take it all.”

Chrissy rubbed the nape of his neck, “Eddie believe me I’m not gonna run out anytime soon.” She brought him closer until his mouth was centimeters from her nipple. Giving it a quick squeeze and rubbing the little droplets on his cotton candy lips. “Refreshing isn’t it?”

He couldn’t speak, let alone even think for that matter. Eddie swiftly latched on to her before she could close the gap between them. The sudden motion caused her to gasp, followed by a throaty moan as she watched him. Perfect pink lips engulfed her budding nipple, stretching and pulling it with every suckling. He was a menace with that tongue of his, playfully painting her with flat swipes and quick flicks. She moaned at the sensation of his tongue slowly swirling around her large nipple. Encouraging her milk to flow out just a little more, stopping at nothing until it came out. Eddie groaned when he tasted a few more drops, his puckered wet lips sucking loudly. Chrissy held on to his locks, staring in awe and amazement at the man she loved so dearly. The rush of desire spread from her chest throughout her body. Satisfying sparks leapt and charged in her mind, feeling them flow everywhere before returning back to her bust. Finally she could feel it, the flow of her own milk emanating and falling into his mouth.

The sensation was relieving and as it was pleasant, like a great weight had be taken off of her shoulders. Of course she couldn’t deny how strangely titillating this was. Chrissy Cunningham breastfeeding Eddie Munson, it wasn’t something that she would ever dreamed of when they first started dating a decade ago. She was no stranger to having her breasts being touched and sucked on by him, but this was different. It was a good kind of different actually. Doing this wasn’t only good for their stress, it was also healing for Chrissy. All those days and nights questioning her sense of self worth, wondering if this pregnancy was a mistake, hating the way that she looked, and believing that Eddie found her unattractive and repulsive. She experienced tremendous guilt for having those feelings and it was becoming too much for her. Seeing her sweetheart desire her while pregnant, even if it was just sucking on her titty, meant so much to her.

“Eddie… oh Eddie, y-yes…”

His eyes never broke contact, she looked so glorious from his perspective. His own heart fluttered at the sight of seeing her so happy and turned on. He had no intention of wasting a single drop, gingerly and gently holding her bosom as he drank from her. After all she worked hard to create something so incredible and so powerful, it would be utterly disrespectful on his part if he made a mess. Chrissy simply leaned back and sighed, so at bliss and filled with glee, lightly scratching the back of his head as he continued, groaning when he parted from her. A string of snow white saliva had still connected them briefly, the web stretching out until it began to gracefully fall onto her stomach. The flush across their bodies glowed so brightly, eyes overtaken by dark pupils. She was a Goddess of springtime, big and soft with an ever growing flowerbed and a certain flower becoming damper with each passing minute.

He reached up and shared her lips, pushing his tongue in just so she could enjoy the taste as well. Chrissy groaned his name in between licks, her voice muffled when he pushed a little further. Her curiosity got the best of her and she needed to know what it tasted like as well.

She cooed against his lips, “Eddie, I want some.”

He carefully held her right breast until she was able to hold on as well, his other hand groping at his jean covered cock. Chrissy closed her eyes and focused on her suckling, breathing through her nostrils as she waited for anything to come out. How strange it must have been to be seen feeding herself like this, but to Eddie he just let his mind imprint this astounding moment in his memory bank forever. She whimpered at the droplets, surprised by how they leapt onto her tongue, moaning when a more began to spill. She wasn’t sure what to expect, but the sweetness was definitely a nice surprise. She smiled around herself, holding up the left one for Eddie, an invitation he happily took. Two pairs of eager lips sweetly and hungrily basking in the wonderfully delicious taste of her milk. Eddie’s method was all about being soft and smooth, never biting down or going too hard on her. Chrissy on the other hand was feeling very parched, having to swallow as quickly as she could suck. Eddie was impressed with her, stopping for a moment to really witness her before going back and attempting to match her as well. She let out a loud moan, getting lost in pleasure, unable to latch back on, so she gave herself to Eddie instead. He pressed both of her heavy breasts together until her nipples touched, opening his mouth wider until he was able to put both teats into his mouth. His vibrating moans sent erotic shockwaves throughout her form. The sensitivity of her body and their little bonding time was really getting to her, those same sparks from before were rising and shooting through her whole being. The growing pulsating dullness between her legs had become too much for her, she needed more, so much more from him.

Chrissy squealed and cried out, “Fuck… oh god Eddie! Eddie!”

He looked up and saw the white droplets cascading down from her parted lips to her neck. Eddie reached up and licked her clean until he showered her moistened mouth in kisses, “Yeah? Yeah what do you need little Mama? Tell me.” He couldn’t stop smooching, “Tell Daddy what you want.”

Oh shit, he called himself Daddy, now that’s something she’ll need to definitely remember. “Fuck me, oh god fuck me! Need your… cock.” Her fingers delved down to find some kind of ease, pushing and circling her clitoris.

Eddie hurried and removed his jeans, his cock sprang up hard with an aching purple tip ready to be pleasured. Eddie was well past the point of lubrication, but he needed a little something extra for this moment. Perhaps it seemed wrong, but then again him and Chrissy were feeding in tandem just a moment ago; so at this point almost nothing seemed off limits. He stood up and brought his dick to her tits, begging her for just a small helping of her milk; she gladly obliged offering him more than just a tiny amount. Another memory would be forever etched into his mind, watching Chrissy squeezing her bosoms together to squirt her milky white sustenance on his shaft, bed room eyes flashing and a big smile across her bubblegum lips. She just wanted one taste of him, it had been so long since she licked his cock. Swirling the tip of her tongue around the milk and pre-come coated head for just a moment, offering it a pretty little peck before she laid back on her pillowed throne. If Eddie didn’t have the excruciating amount of self control that he harbored currently in his adulthood, he would have shoved his cock down her throat and then let his manhood get lost in a sea of abundant flesh as he fucked her tits. Eddie took a deep breath, easing himself onto the bed, his strong and tattooed arms helping the lovely woman onto his lap. Chrissy couldn’t hear the voice of self consciousness, in fact the damn thing never uttered a single peep. Whether if she knew it or not, Eddie really loved the extra weight on top of him. There was just something so special about having Chrissy, so developed at this stage in her pregnancy, sitting on him. She was felt so nice, warm, squishy and sensitive; she was all his.

He looked at her up and down, his beloved wife and soon to be mother. He didn’t feel that it was appropriate to say it out loud, but knowing that the bundle that she was carrying was his made him feel very proud. Call it a paternal instinct, a need to protect, and a need to serve the one he loved; but watching her at all stages of her pregnancy awakened something in him that he never knew was there. He often thought about what she would look like while pregnant, wanting so badly to fill her and keep thrusting into her until she was a terrible dripping mess. They followed doctor’s orders and she did what needed to be done to ensure a safe and healthy progression, but that didn’t stop Eddie from jerking off to the fantasy of fucking her like that. If only he knew that Chrissy had that same fantasy as well, just as detailed and filthy as his. They both felt awful for these thoughts and kept them buried in the darkest recesses of their minds. While the previous stages were long gone, they could finally enjoy themselves now and perhaps again as she learns to love and heal alongside her new body.

“I love you Chrissy.”

“I love you Eddie.”

He kissed her deeply, holding her as best as he could and making sure to carefully help her onto his erection as he laid down. Eddie’s splayed out curls were like a halo around his hairy face, his smile was just as soft as an angel’s wing. Chrissy could feel his bent thighs supporting her back, sighing breathlessly as she moved herself, slowly gyrating on him.

“Oh shit, ooh babe,” she moaned, biting down on her lower lip.

Eddie rubbed her supple thighs, crescent moons forming as his nails pressed down on her skin. Good god the way she motion her lower half was like heaven to him, squeezing and teasing him so deviously and deliciously. He could see the way she smiled, gazing deeply into his eyes as she took in every inch of him between her thighs.

“Chrissy, oh fuck, you feel fucking great,” he whimpered, his eyes having a hard time deciding what to focus on more.

She giggled and groaned, having a little bounce in her as well, seductively sucking on her finger, “Daddy.”

Eddie nearly creamed himself, caressing her sides until he found her hands. He couldn’t keep his jaw shut, all of his moans tumbling and filling up the bedroom. Chrissy craned back her neck and continued to let the waves of absolute satisfaction flow all around her. Really making sure that Eddie could endure and enjoy her jouncing. His whining was music to her ears, her body was a work of art brought to life. Their fantasy came true and it was so much better than they could have ever imagined. So intimate and endearing, much more than what either of them expected.

Chrissy looked down at Eddie again, his eyes were crossed, lines of drool fell from his agape mouth, and his long tongue had stuck out as hot puffs of air were getting pushing out. She was doing this, she had the capability to make him feel so good and so loved. She missed being this close to him, now everything seemed right again. Chrissy no longer believed herself to be ugly in that moment, she felt absolutely beautiful. She was loved by him and she loved him back

“Eddie,” she mischievously stated, giving him a playful shimmy.

His eyes realigned and he followed the movement of her bust, palming and cradling them. She was one hot Mama and he wanted to embrace every part of her. Over the years, her body would change and he would still show it the same love she deserved now as he did then when she was underweight.

“Holy fuck,” Eddie stated when she squeezed herself, hearing her groan when her milk streamed out and landed on his chest and face.

Eddie sat right back up and took one between his lips, sucking hard and fast. Both hands held on to her hips, humping her relentlessly. Chrissy squealed at the sudden change in speed, the pressure from his famished mouth and hurried hips made her feel as if she were floating on a cloud. This changed angle allowed for his cock to touch her in just the right way. Never stopping with his thrusts even when he moved to her other breast. All she could grasp onto were his thick wavy curls, tightly shutting her eyes and screaming his name. Eddie couldn’t stop, he was too close to finishing; quite frankly if Chrissy could formulate words she wouldn’t tell him to stop. His wet lips loudly popped away from her nipple and went straight to her mouth, lathering and rubbing his milked coated tongue all over her lips until she opened up. They could feel each other’s body heat, temperatures rising as they shared that kiss. They were ravenous and desperate, much more than either of them would have realized.

Chrissy’s fingers harshly tugged on his roots, it was happening. Her orgasm hit her like a freight train. A full body tremble took over while her legs violently shook, struggling to keep her eyes open. Eddie’s body quivered as well, trying to keep his legs firmly planted onto the mattress as he kept her steady. The two of them were coated in sweat, beads of drizzling milk, and complete orgasmic bliss. The stain below their forms was larger than them, completely dampening the sheets and mattress to the point where it felt as if they were sitting in a shallow puddle. They both felt so full, so incandescently happy, and, not surprisingly, no longer parched. Eddie very carefully helped her back onto her throne of pillows, crawling down to kiss her feet. How incredible that after all that, he still wanted to give her everything and more.

A kiss to her calves, “Sweetheart.” Pecks on her legs, “Angel.” Both hands on her big belly followed by a long kiss, “Baby girl.” One kiss for each breast in each hand, “My Queen.” Earthy soil gazed into those forever ocean blue pools, “Goddess.”

Her tired and excited smile made his heart dance, locking lips with her while his other hand massaged her side; letting it slide upon her bust. His smooches went right back down, gifting her with hickies all over her neck and collar bone. He nuzzled his face between her breasts, breathing her in.

“I love you,” Eddie mumbled against her heaving skin.

Chrissy ruffled his curls, “Are you telling me or my boobs?”

“Both.”

She batted her eyelashes, “Which one?”

He smirked, “Well I’m kinda liking the left one more than the righ- Ow! Ow! I’m kidding! Kidding!”

How Chrissy managed to have such strength in those little fingers was beyond him. Clearly his pinched and pulled cheek was enough of an indication that she was not going to let that comment slide; even if it did make her chortle. Eddie rubbed his face, smiling when she pecked his other cheek.

She sighed, “You’re a big dummy Eddie. But you’re my big dummy.”

Eddie kissed the tip of her nose, “Why Mrs. Cunningham, you’re trying to seduce me, aren’t you?”

Chrissy couldn’t hide her smirk when she pouted, “Did you just call me a ‘Milf’ Eddie?”

He proudly shook his head, “Nope, you did that yourself. And honestly the title suits you.”

She rolled her eyes, an affectionate smile emerging before she sweetly and intently looked at him, “Well, I think ‘Daddy’ works for you too. Does that mean I get to call you a ‘Dilf,’ Eddie?”

She was being serious, still she didn’t expect Eddie to blush so profusely. Chrissy laughed at the sight of his embarrassed expression, sympathetically cooing his name when he hid his face between her bosoms. Coaxing him with a little offering and smiling when he agreed to her proposal; having some for herself as well. Their bellies were full and their eyes felt heavy. Eddie and Chrissy hunkered down and snuggled up, breathing lightly until the calm and inviting pull of sleep took them away. Everything felt right again and tomorrow would be another day that they could face together.

All three of them.

#hellcheer #eddissy #munningham #chrissy cunningham #eddie munson #chrissy x eddie #eddie x chrissy #pregnant #pregnant hellcheer #hellcheer fic #hellcheer fan fic #hellcheer fanfic #hellcheer fanfiction

[moonsquaremars]

I've had an extremely turbulant emotional life, which I can attribute to many different astrological aspects + placements I have.

It's been strange coming to discover as I get older how much of my world is inside my head, though. How many times I've assumed something, had meltdowns, only to later find out 90% of it was in my own head.

Moon square mars, like my blog suggests. My other blog was sunsextilemoon, but after tumblr flagged my account for adult content, I figured it was best to start over so I could still have reach.

Moon square mars makes one passionate and headstrong. I read that it is similar to the relationship between Cancer and Aries. Cancer, the emotionally nurturing, sensitive, going head to head with the impulsive and self expressive Aries. Aries was always one of my least favorite signs. My sun is in cancer, and moon in virgo. I've always been surrounded by Saggitarius, that's my favorite sign. But I always saw aries as childish and insensitive. I had a roommate, coworker, and someone who has become a best friend who is an aries. So my aries prejudice has been tamed a bit.

I would attribute my intense anger problems to my moon square mars. I don't struggle with it so much anymore, but as a kid, if somebody accidentally hurt me, I would come back at them twice as hard. Like ruthless. I also constantly struggle, on a day to day basis, with this inner conflict between what I 'feel' like I need to do, vs what I want to do. I usually let want win. Sometimes I can get too lost in my feelings, I guess because of my 12th house sun.

Moon Square Pluto.

This aspect I think gets me in a lot of trouble. It's not intentional, of course. But I definitely feel the emotional block. I will be fine, things will be going alright, then out of nowhere, a wave will come and completely knock me off balance. I'll get so overwhelmed and almost hysterical. Sometimes just super moody. and then when it's over, I'm like, what the hell happened? there doesn't seem to be a concrete cause or trigger. It just happens. I'm 27 and it still just happens.

The 12th house placement I think is a blessing and a curse. I sense the strangest of things, and have spiritual gifts. but I've been to the psych ward more times than I can count, and my daddy a crackhead who is also a 12th house sun. I love him of course, but the 12th house energy is obvious. His house has a feeling of being a hut on a deserted island, yet it's in the middle of a subdivision surrounded by other houses. He just gives me tom hanks castaway vibes, even when he's surrounded by society.

I take various drugs and medications to help tame my turbulant emotions and achieve my goals. I do weed often, because it helps with my temper. I'm also extremely impatient. I feel like weed puts me in touch with my moon. You'd think that'd be a good thing, but when your moon squares your mars and your pluto, it can cause some problems.

I also have Sun Square Saturn, which quite honestly, is a PAINFUL placement.

I've had terrible, terrible, terrible depression for most of my life. Completely sucks the life out of me. Apparently saturn can deplete the energy of the sun, and I get depleted baby.

I went to a church service on time, and the preacher said something about "misery being a ship that needs to set sail, instead of being avoided" and that really healed me. I feel like I got so scared of my depression, my own mind and thoughts, I would run around manicly just doing WHATEVER I could so I would not feel that way anymore. I was so scared of it. But sometimes you just have to sit with yourself and your emotions, and grit your teeth.

In all I feel like my sun sextile my moon really saves me. It gives a balanced personality, since the ego and the emotional nature are in such harmony. It's funny because my dad, close friends, and boyfriends almost always have sun trine moon. My little sister also has sun sextile moon. If it weren't for this, I'd probably be much worse off...

#12th house #moon square pluto #moon square mars #sun square saturn #sun in 12th #sun sextile moon #astrology notes #astrology blog #astrology

[goddesspharo]

top five fic titles you haven't used yet; top five worst adaptations or reboots

ask me my top fives!

top five unused fic titles:

click the pieces into sharp arrangements

what would an angel say? (the devil wants to know)

memories are films about ghosts

searching through thrift store jungles

your stories ring of perjury

top five worst adaptations/reboots(/remakes):

Going with the first few things that pop into my head.

 I think most reboots/remakes of horror movies from the 80s are bad and unnecessary. Sometimes it’s because the original isn’t great - Prom Night (1980) is not my jam; Prom Night (2008) is somehow worse! Sometimes it’s because the original is good enough that it doesn’t need a remake, especially one so subpar - Brian De Palma’s Carrie (1976) vs Carrie (2013); Black Christmas (1974) is great so what the hell happened with Black Christmas (2006, 2019)? And sometimes it’s because certain movies really work for that decade and either don’t translate to a modern day setting or there’s nothing that putting it in a modern day setting will add to the story - John Carpenter’s original Halloween (1978) works because it’s so atmospheric and he knew how to light a movie so you could actually SEE what was happening; Rob Zombie’s Halloween (2007) is so terrible in so many ways, but mostly because I don’t need or care about Michael Myers’ tragic backstory; David Gordon Green’s Halloween (2018) reboot/remake trilogy thing said nothing new but annoyed me plenty AND killed off Judy Greer AND I couldn’t see shit so what was the point? Horror remakes: just don’t do them. 

Almost every time they take an animated Disney movie and turn it into an uninspired live action and/or photorealistic live action movie, I’m not into it. It’s never as vibrant, it’s never as fun, sometimes they miscast SO badly (sorry Emma Watson) - use your Disney+ subscription to watch 2D animation like the universe intended. The Lion King animated movie is gorgeous; The Lion King photorealistic movie looks like mud.

I’m not saying that the original Gossip Girl on the CW was a work of art (I’m not saying the first season was not a work of art either though), but it wasn’t as boring as the HBOMax reboot. Truly, no one was likable on that show and they made Luke Kirby a creep! No one asked for this!

Long before we had Marvel/superhero fatigue, 20th Century Fox made the first X-men movie with the positively inspired casting choices of Hugh Jackman, Patrick Stewart, and Ian McKellan and I loved it! Even X2 was fun. (X3 went off the rails and was bad.) Ten years later and a solo Wolverine movie in between, they decided to soft reboot the franchise with those First Class movies and you know what? They shouldn’t have. Except for one or two moments here and there, those movies are all pretty awful. I’m not sure how you can mess up the Days of Future Past storyline that badly or cast Oscar Isaac only to make him a member of the blue man group, but they should all be ashamed. I still maintain that the most worthwhile X-Men adaptation in media is the animated series from the 90s.

I don’t know if this qualifies as a soft reboot but when Fox brought The X-Files back in 2016, it was a lesson in “be careful what you wish for because it’s going to suck.” Except I didn’t wish for this because I watched the second movie and it sucked so I was completely fine with never getting more new episodes again. What we got was Scully whispering a lot, some half-assed search for William that I was not invested in (they spent nine seasons denying Mulder and Scully had boned even after she had his damn kid!), and monsters of the week episodes that were so uninspired that I didn’t even watch the second season of the reboot (maybe didn’t finish the first season of the reboot?). And now there’s talk of a Jordan Peele remake of the show to which I say - find something else. The (OG) X-Files worked because it was the perfect place in the perfect time with the perfect people and you’re never going to trap that lightning in a bottle twice so why try?

#ask me things

[markantonys]

Now that you've read all the books, what are you most looking forward to them adapting in the show? And also impressions of everyone's character arcs and how they might adapt them to screen?

HMMMMMMM in general what i'm looking forward to most is seeing how the major advantages that the show has over the books continue to improve the story: a) the endpoint is already known, so the pieces can be set up better and series-long arcs can be treated with consistency, b) greater emphasis on and understanding of interpersonal relationships and the emotional weight thereof, c) the elimination of dated attitudes like gender essentialism and "being gay is just a phase in college" stuff, and updating the world to feel truly inclusive and diverse (which rj DID intend, he just missed the mark on some things since it was the 90s lmao)

now for character arcs!

rand: so excited to see this onscreen! no question about it, i am ready to get hurt again! i remember you and i have discussed before the difficulties of adapting this in a visual medium since so much of rand's arc and struggles are internal, so i'm really looking forward to seeing how they will pull this off. most importantly, i can't wait to thirst over josha as Darth Rand jkjfg

egwene: i think her arc is probably my favorite character arc of the books, and in some scenes in s1 (especially with the whitecloaks) madeleine madden showed that she will totally nail late series egwene's stone cold badassery, so i absolutely cannot wait to see her arc! it is so powerful and empowering and i think it will translate beautifully and easily to a visual medium.

mat: i really like the show's changes to his backstory and think that will help ground his character a lot and make his insecurities and fears more tangible - just in the first season it's helped show the contrast between the mat that most people see (including mat himself) and the real mat. i am.........not a fan of mat or his arc after winter's heart and believe he was character assassinated by rj way before sanderson entered the picture and found his endgame super depressing, so i'm very nervous to see how the show will handle tuon and mat/tuon, but cautiously optimistic because i love a lot of the tropes they're built on and just found the execution terrible (since getting them together required forcing mat to behave extremely ooc and basically become a terrible person who no longer cares about slavery - i have hope that the show will find a way to do this more organically and maybe, you know, make tuon have to get better instead of mat have to get worse lmao)

perrin: i didn't care for perrin in the books but i found him so sweet and lovable in the show, so they've already made a big improvement! same thing as with rand where so much of his arc is internal. i think that the whole laila thing was a good move (i can see how it might feel like fridging, but i personally didn't feel that way or mind it) because it anchors perrin's internal struggle with violence in a way that is MUCH more understandable and emotionally compelling to the audience than in the books where he felt bad that he killed whitecloaks who were trying to hurt him and egwene. and the changes to the way of the leaf and his conversation with ila were also wonderful additions to make pacifism seem like an actually viable alternative, which the books never managed.

nynaeve: i absolutely adored her arc in the first half of the series, but was disappointed that she kinda faded away in the second half and was largely reduced to being rand's saidar battery, so i'm hoping the show will give her more to do in the second half (condensing the slog will help a lot with the many characters who feel like they're not really doing much in the second half of the series). nynaeve was the first character who jumped out as my favorite the first time i watched the first 3 episodes and i've seen lots of other show-only people list her as a favorite, which goes to show that they've already done an A+ job with her in s1!

and finally, some specific things that i'm excited to see the show tackle:

ELAYNE!!!!!!!!!!!! my wife, my idol, my reason for being!!!! i'm dying to see her next season!!!!!

i'm also so excited to see aviendha!!!!! and the aiel in general

rand's relationships. the seeds of a wonderful polycule are there, the execution was just bad in the books lmao and given rafe's comments and the use of alanna's polycule as a forerunner to rand's, i think we will be in for a treat here and get a bona fide representation of healthy polyamory! i'm also 99.999999999% confident that elayne and aviendha (at the very least, maybe also min) will date each other as well as rand, and as a bi woman whose favorite character is elayne, if/when i get canon bi elayne, i WILL cry and that is a promise jdkfjg

the wondergirls' dynamic and the wondergirls + mat dynamic (especially mat and elayne!)

gawyn and gawyn/egwene! i don't care what anyone says, i love him and i love the ship! and that leaked gawyn audition script has got me super intrigued and excited for where they might take him. i think he and galad were sorely underused and absent for the majority of the books, so hopefully the show will do more with them.

that script also showed that the trakand sibling relationships will be important and acknowledged that moiraine is their aunt, so i'm thinking we might get some of these family dynamics fleshed out more, which i'm always all about!

tel'aran'rhiod, because that's something that was always somewhat difficult for me to visualize while reading. a number of other magical things fall into this category as well (notably the cleansing of saidin and rand's final confrontation with the dark one).

verin!!

the box. enough said!

rand and mat's rhuidean trip. rand giving mat cpr is like the #1 book scene where i'm like "this must be included exactly as is or i'll riot" lmao (well, not EXACTLY as is because a) book!rand's cpr was wack, and b) they didn't even HUG after mat almost DIED, which was a crime! they have to hug at that moment in the show!)

egwene's battle against the seanchan in TGS. also egwene at the last battle, especially her reaction to gawyn's death and subsequent power blast. i will cry! powerful character unleashing a power blast when a loved one dies is one of my favorite tropes!

hoping for more AOL flashbacks like the 1x08 cold open to flesh out lews therin and the forsaken more than the books did. the forsaken in general i'm excited for! when i rewatch s1 i will definitely be pausing to analyze those statues and see if i can guess which ones they're including haha

i'm not exactly EXCITED for tuon since i despise her in the books lmao but she had great character potential that was wasted, so i'm curious to see what the show will do with her. i think it'd be really neat if they introduced her much earlier on in the story, possibly even showing her life in seanchan (they could really lean on the Tragic Backstory/Fucked Up Family angle to give the audience a reason to sympathize with her), so then the audience already knows and is invested (or at least interested) in her by the time she crosses paths with mat. and they absolutely HAVE to do something with the fact that she can channel, that was so wasted in the books that it might as well not have even been a thing.

the seanchan in general and the sul'dam channeling secret was one of my biggest frustrations with the books (ever since book 2 we were promised that the fact that sul'dam can channel would shake the empire to its foundations, but that never happened, and also when you introduce an antagonistic empire that enslaves people, i just ASSUME that they will be defeated or forced to change their ways and the slaves will be freed by the end) so i'm hoping the show will resolve all that in a more satisfying way.

speaking of my biggest frustrations, the show had better reunite the full ef5 properly by the end!!!! and have less character separation in general. which i think it will do, since it really committed to the ef5 dynamic and the importance of relationships in general in s1.

i'm sure there are many more things i could add to this list, but these are the ones off the top of my head!

#twicetolivetwicetodie #answered #wot book spoilers #wot

[sixtysixproblems]

obligatory newbie post + my ficlist but at least im not from twitter

What's up tumbleweeds i will no longer be a meance exclusive to ao3! This'll probably be a 90% star wars blog because unfortunately I can't choose my special interests aparently, and my brain picked the fandom where everyone dies to be my main thing. sigh.

Ao3 = Kalidescope_View. (i know kaleidoscope is terribly misspelled, shhhhh)

Names + Pronouns - He/Him, minor, could not care less what you call me. Sixes? Kaleidoscope? Kalidescope? That fucking guy over there? Whatever works.

My fic list (all clone wars for now)

"fluorescent mistakes" - an ongoing chat-fic that spiraled out of control and became my main project

Cody: Look, it's the vod who's so basic he's off the PH scale Wolffe: cody you nerd what the fuck does that even mean ~-~-~-~ Cody creates a chatroom for his batch. He really, really shouldn't have. Featuring: some blyla + codywan + vox, a lot of sibling love, even more sibling chaos, and *checks notes* ...plot???

"mistakesverse" series - all of them are canon in fluorescent mistakes, but all function as standalones for now/not needed to read fluorescent.

>"fairness" - ponds & rex h/c oneshot, kamino era but not too heavy angst wise >"get it on flimsi" - coruscant guard chatfic oneshot >"godzillo v crypto bros" - the zillo beast arc but make it a crack chat fic

"i accidentally made a modern au" series - a bunch of stand-alone oneshots set in the same highschool au universe.

>"pastel" - the fetts have an easter egg hunt in the background while wolffe is being a little shit and trying to set up codywan >"i want you (for worse or for better)" - Vox miscomunication except it's only the part where it gets resolved + outside your door in the pouring rain trope, ft peanut butter m&ms >"petals" - codywan flower gifting, the teasing that comes with siblings, wolffe is a little shit again >"(SEVERE THUNDERSTORM WATCH" - a chatfic where cody nearly gets caught in a thunderstorm, set during fett family vacay + ft eggo poptarts

"id kiss you as the lights went out" - Ongoing Vox 5+1 hurtcomfort, but it's more like a 5+2

“Vos,” Fox says, forcing his grip to relax so he doesn’t wrinkle the flimsiwork he’s working on, “Are you aware you’re dripping blood on my carpet?” “Uh,” Vos looks down at the few drops of crimson now staining the ugly beige-colored floor, and quickly puts a hand over his side, “...I’d say sorry, but I mean, you must have gotten wine on it at some point, so it'll just...Blend in?”

"warmth" - self-indulgent vox hurt/comfort with a bad title.

Quinlan Vos had been hovering around Fox like a particularly annoying fly for the past two months now, for no particular reason. Well, none Fox could discern at least. Oh, not that Vos wasn’t telling him why. Vos had plenty of "reasons", he’d explain them with a smirk that Fox supposed he’d find charming-- if he had never put up with the Jedi’s shenanigans. And if he didn’t know that Vos and his excuses were full of shit.

"stitched" - no plot only vibes drunk sibling nonse (fox, cody, wolffe)

"Force, you are old," Wolffe drawled, and Fox tried to project his glare as best he could through his helmet. Cody snorted from somewhere behind them, but Fox was too drunk to tell where-- which sent off a prickle of anxiety.. "I see you do not want a present from me for life day," He grumbled, trying to banish his stress. He’d have none of his usual paranoia tonight. Wolffe put his hands up in mock surrender. "Fine. It's impressive. I wouldn't have the patience" Wolffe amended, and picked up Fox's knitting to study it with, annoyingly, what looked like at least some genuine interest.

have a nice day folks!

#quinfox #codywan #my fic #clone wars #chat fic #my stuff

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Are the ArchieSonic comics actually an 80's/90's syndicated cartoon? Episode 36: New love interest! They get together, yet she never shows up again 

Welcome back to my look at the ArchieSonic comic series, and how it shared a lot of the same story tropes as a typical ‘80s or ‘90s syndicated cartoon! Well, my last two looks at love interests in these comics were pretty cringey, let’s see how much worse things can get, shall we?

Episode 36: New love interest! They get together, yet she never shows up again 

For this one we need to turn to what is arguably the worst three-issue arc in the Knuckles the Echidna comics, The First Date, which ran from issues 26 - 28.

This story began with the Chaotix - or what was left of them, at least - discussing the recent departure of Charmy from the team. Long story, I’ll get more into that one later. But I will just say that I thought it was lame that Penders cut him from the team, probably because he had no idea what to do with him. Anyway, Espio revealed that he’d gotten a letter from Charmy announcing his betrothal. Vector was absolutely gobsmacked and appalled at this news, clearly not a fan of being tied down to a single partner.

Getting tired of listening to him brag about how great he is at attracting the ladies, Espio triple-dog dared him to successfully ask out anyone he could find.

Vector accepted the challenge but struggled to find anyone willing to overlook what an annoying and badly written character he was. :P He was sulking alone in a cafe when the waitress came over to ask him if he wanted anything, and… well, this happened…

But apparently he failed to ask this unnamed character out too, because in the following issue Mighty and Espio pointed out that he’d failed the challenge, and he brushed it off as nothing more than a temporary setback. 

Jesus Christ, what a repulsive attitude to have. But there must have been something about Vector that the unnamed swan lady found appealing, because at the end of the story in Knuckles #28, Vector brought her to Knuckles’ surprise birthday as his date!

…how?! What?! How?!

Now look, I’m an apologist for the ArchieSonic series’ early years, as I grew up reading them and thought a lot of this stuff was epic at the time. Heck, I even kind of like the first 21 or so issues of the Knuckles series - the political arc introducing Lien-Da and cyborg Dimitri are when I feel it took a turn for the worst. But I think these three issues are the worst of the Knuckles comics. The story is bad, the art is awful, and Vector is an extremely problematic character as written by Ken Penders. This interpretation of the character clashes violently with the Vector that we know today, although I can’t entirely fault Penders for that because in the ‘90s his only non-comic appearance had been in the Knuckles’ Chaotix game. So I get the need to come up with a personality for him, but I don’t get why this is what was decided on. It’s just plain creepy. The only redeeming factor of those three issues is the backup story where Mighty is reunited with Ray the Flying Squirrel.

While Vector’s unnamed date is the only case I can think of where a character actually hooked up with a new love interest who was never seen again, I’ll give an honourable mention to Li Moon.

Sonic and Tails first met her in Sonic #60, when they saved her village from the Iron King and Queen. The Iron Queen had set the nearby Mount Stormtop ablaze and let the fires rage for 100 days, causing a terrible drought for the people of Stormtop Village. Sonic and Tails took it upon themselves to save the day, putting out the fire and sending the Iron King and Queen packing with the help of Monkey Khan. Problem solved, right? For awhile, sure.

The two villains would later return after Eggman’s defeat in Sonic #200, taking control of his forces and renaming the Eggman Empire the Iron Dominion. After New Mobotropolis was captured by the Iron Queen, Sonic, Tails, Sally, and Monkey Khan fled back to Khan’s homeland in an attempt to break off the ties she had with the four clans making up her army. While they were there they stayed with Li Moon and her grandfather, and Tails seemed to develop a bit of a crush on Li Moon.

Sheesh, ninjas really know how to kill the mood.

Tail's crush never really went anywhere, and I don’t believe Li Moon was seen again in the comics after that arc.

Are there any other new love interests who appeared and then were never seen again that I missed? Let me know in the comments! My next blog post is probably going to be a beefy one, as the category is “Sidekick is kidnapped.” There’s plenty of material for that one in the comics!

#archiesonic syndicated

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V/H/S99 - (2022) Review

I am always excited for a new V/H/S movie and have been a fan since the first film. I might just have to revisit the old movies after this one. Even with the inevitable letdowns of some clips, I still feel eager to see what’s in store for each film.

Of course, every V/H/S is a wild ride filled with the best horror and sometimes some more lackluster clips. Hate to say it but this was a 50/50 for me. I go into these movies chasing the thrill of the first two movies, a thrill that is only matched by some of the clips here and there in this one.

Shredding:

Overall, the first clip of the movie was solid but not amazing. I was interested but I didn’t really feel like I was at the edge of my seat really. The main characters were insufferable through the clip, with shots of them being outrageously terrible to each other and just generally unlikable. Narratively, it was not a challenging story. Teens mess with some spirits, spirits get-em, and it’s over. Visually, however, I love the way it’s cut in an almost immature edit, the way some kids might to make their punk band seem more cool than it actually is. The ghosts of the undead band also look really great, not the mention the final scene where the band member’s limbs are bounced around like wooden puppets.

It was engaging enough for me to keep watching for sure but it’s definitely not on the list of my favorite V/H/S clips.

Suicide Bid:

This was perhaps one of the more weaker and predictable clips from the film. The characters were very one-dimensional with the exclusion of the recruit protagonist who is a predictable two-dimensional character. The plot especially loses some strength during the last scene where the girls are effectively transported into similar burial coffins as the ghoul.

The clip's special effects were even more disappointing unfortunately, as the scenes with Giltine really pulled me out of the emersion of the story with an overtly obvious scary mask-wearing Giltine poorly attempts to create the scare the clip was heavily lacking.

Overall, an underwhelming clip that, on any possibility of a rewatch, may surely be skipped.

Ozzy's Dungeon:

Probably my favorite clip of the entire movie hands down. I really loved the premise that turns the old 90s children's game shows on its head by showing the wish-granting to be legit. The sadistic tension of the host in the clutches of the family and the cosmic horror element of Ozzy the wish granted really make the whole clip for me. My only issue is the ending as I, and possibly others, couldn't understand why Donna would wish for something when she seemed to be onboard up until then. My only guess is that she was leagues worse than her family was.

All in all great clip and definitely makes my top 10 of the V/H/S series clips.

The Gawkers:

When I say this clip had potential I really mean it. The whole clip was shot amazingly and really immersed me in that 90s VHS aesthetic, especially through the dialogue and the props used in each scene. The real kicker is that this falls short in the same way that the Suicide Bid does, in that the final sequence really takes away from such a solid premise and set-up.

The visual effects of the gorgon reminded me of Roald Dahl's The Witches and really threw the immersion out the window for me. As disappointing as it was I can say this clip really had potential but the ending just left with a little more to be desired from the premise.

To Hell and Back:

A phenomenal visual clip directed by Joseph Winters. This clip had my eyes intrigued in so many ways. From the creative ways, the camera perspective showed the dynamic terror of hell, the visual effects that show off the horrifying atmosphere, and the grotesque practical effects of the demons and abominations of cultists and fiends.

The only downside I can really say is that the dialogue and story tended to throw me off the wild adventure. But really I felt this clip could be really solid taking it at face value and really just sitting back and enjoying a visual spectacle without giving it too much thought.

V/H/S 99:

As a whole, I really enjoyed this V/H/S 99. Although I miss the level of quality from the first two V/H/S movies, I also really appreciated what this one had to offer. I found it odd they decided to go for a '90s theme for this installment considering the first movie had this feeling already, but nevertheless, some of the clips were able to use this theme to their benefit.

Ultimately, my opinion is, don't take this one too seriously, watch it for what it gives you as comparing it to the first two movies might actually take away from the magic of the clips offered!

#v/h/s/99 #v/h/s #horror #horror films #horror movies #indie horror #horror review #horror recs #vhs horror #movie review

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Are you going to give us that "masochist essay", then? 👀

FHFHFHFH. Well, now you asked for it! This is long and discusses masochism, self hatred, and emotional self harm, so, putting it under the cut!

PS: None of this is canon. Just how my version of Mordecai ended up for the AU, because I find it interesting!

Mordecai's masochism was 90% self invented out of Mordecai's first experience with murder being revenge, and also having to contend with the fact that he would have to "be that person" for someone else. That is to say, that he'd basically be doing what those gamblers attempted to do to him all those years ago. He believes Atlas would not put him in that situation, but, still.

Yet, there is notably the 10% of Mordecai that is an actual masochist because he desperately wants to feel something, and enjoys the pain that comes with his own vulnerability in this. Silver connects to the positive part of his masochism that reassures Mordecai Silver is strong and someone that could protect him (play wrestling and situations with the illusion of danger, but no actual danger). Serafine as well taps into Mordecai's desperation for vulnerability and to be understood while setting boundaries and introducing a thrill that is for his own benefit rather than being against him.

But, for the rest, if he deserves pain, then its much easier for him to believe the people he is hurting, and often times killing, do as well. He can paint his actions as justified and not think too hard on it or the type of person it makes him. Which, is very ironic, because this means he is required to hate himself to begin with.

However, not only do his sensibilities and sensitivities get in the way of this, hating the idea of someone putting him in physical pain or danger to feed into it, in his earlier years its also rather evident this is more a construct than a reality. Because Mordecai sees himself as a terrible person that deserves pain, he can therefore justify refusing to receive any genuine, serious pain, and instead, seek out the thrills he genuinely enjoys, because that's just what the "villain" like how he paints himself would do. So it's more of a concept he carries with him at work, but discards during his off hours, when he genuinely tries not to think about those acts.

This, however, gets much worse after Silver's supposed "death", because suddenly, Mordecai is confronted with an issue and deep/genuine pain and guilt he can not just brush away with a concept. This was someone he loved and cared about, his career and current lifestyle having caused them to die at his own hands, even though it was just an accident. That villain version of him is no longer just a concept, but a proven reality in his eyes.

So, he enters a relationship with Serafine, knowing she could 100% physically hurt him, and, quite frankly, he is lucky she actually cared about what he wanted, because he could have gotten himself seriously hurt otherwise. Serafine is able to satisfy that urge in a healthier manner while getting close to him, and I'd say that's why their connection ends up being so deep in such a short amount of time. No one would have suspected it, but, Serafine met Mordecai during a period where he despised himself and really wanted to be hurt, and showed him love instead, and that everything was going to be alright, with or without him self imploding. And, by the time Silver comes back, he's returned to his baseline, and is much happier in general for it.

So, the sad truth kind of is Mordecai would be emotionally crushed by his own actions if he did not carry just a little bit of masochism with him, always. However, as he emotionally connects with others and himself, we see this get significantly better throughout the series, and he starts seeking out thrills because he genuinely enjoys them and wants that for himself out of wanting to cause himself genuine pain.

#humdinger👔 #cw canon x canon