#anyways this post is very old but today it happened again after i saw a video of someone singing in the alhambra

[needle-noggins]

Time for Vol. 5: Meryl's very bad no good horrible day

Even though she saved the day by shooting Legato, breaking the craziest stand-off while also scared shitless. I love my wife. She can hold so much complexity in her. Now let's get into it:

First, a moment from Vash:

Our boy is in utter agony here, and the thought of Meryl is what keeps him going. Obviously she's in danger and needs rescuing, but come on. He's enduring this pain for her. He can't quit, for her. Yeah, this is par for the course for our anime jesus figure, but come on. Let me have this.

Quick moment of Meryl seeing Vash's feathers for the first time and she's terrified. It's interesting how Wolfwood and Meryl are both so deeply terrified of Vash, but Wolfwood saw a lot more up front at Jeunora Rock and from a distance. Meryl, on the other hand, is trapped. I also think Wolfwood processes it completely differently because he also sees himself as a monster, so to him it's recognition of the self through the other (deragatory). For Meryl, it's just all traumatic. She's just a 23 year old woman and she didn't ask for this.

I think these panels above explain my question from earlier - Meryl is definitely seeing Vash's flashbacks to July here. She sees the black hole gate, the destruction, and the angel arm; I'm not sure if she knows about the part with Knives, but based on some really helpful people on my earlier post today, I think she reveals that she saw that too (oof). I'm not sure what she's seeing in the bottom panel of page 95, though. If someone could explain, I would be super appreciative.

Like I said, she's just a normal person. What was it that someone said to Vash earlier, that he's endured more pain than any person possibly could live with? And now Meryl feels some of that - a lot of it, perhaps, considering that July was so traumatic to Vash that he lost his memory of it. Someone else pointed it out wonderfully that while Fifth Moon was Knives controlling Vash, July was 100% Vash aiming to kill Knives and everyone else was an unlucky casualty of Vash's fear and anger. Meryl sees what Vash is capable of - and that he has killed scores of people - not just second-hand through circumstance, but in actuality.

ANGEL MODE GO CRAZY GO STUPID! GORE GORE GORE!

I mean, Vash doesn't have great control of his power anyway, between hardly ever using it and feeling intense emotion that affects it. Thank god he doesn't use the angel arm here, but holy shit? Meryl just saw what that thing is capable of, and Wolfwood saw it in real time, and he's yelling at Meryl to escape but she's trapped underneath him. After she was also trapped in an elevator, and the elevator fell, and holy shit if i were her I would need extensive therapy to go into an elevator ever again, never mind all of Vash. And then as Vash's angel arm powers down it morphs again into this ungodly homunculus of body parts like it's fucking Envy from Fullmetal Alchemist (*Trigun predates FMA, to be clear) and he is apologizing profusely, knowing how terrifying it is and he has no control over what's happening with his body.

Huh. Between that and how Knives keeps assaulting him, that's a pretty painful running theme.

Thankfully, as Elendira takes the spotlight (my other wife) (she can do no wrong, I love her dearly), I think it gives Vash some time to cool down long enough to go back to "normal". And then he holds a dying Hoppered's hand, showing compassion to a man who tried to kill him but then re-experienced the horrors of July with him, showing that Vash still cares that despite how terrifying and destructive he can be when he loses it. And Meryl watches on.

#trigunbookclub #i am fucking COOKING with vashmeryl thoughts #vashmeryl #many more of these posts incoming i just. this one i had to get out first #i will gladly pay for both vash and meryl's therapy thank you #ive been waiting for this scene #trimax

[sexyandhedonistic]

Faith (and feeling) is the secret: A small success story and what you can learn from it.

Hello, my loves. It’s been a while since I’ve made any sort of post on this blog. Today I’m going to be bringing you one of my many success stories. As someone who’s very private, I’m always skeptical about talking about any of them as they tend to be quite personal and oftentimes require me to disclose details to provide context. Even in this one, I’ll be keeping it occasionally vague and change a few insignificant details to preserve that privacy. Nevertheless, I feel good about sharing this one because I remember drawing so many comparisons and turning to a lot of what Neville himself said in his lectures and I applied what I’ve learned from beginning to end. Anyway, let’s get to the story:

This happened some time ago, it doesn’t really matter when but I had found out that a favorite artist of mine was having a concert after tickets had started going on sale. The concert was in one of my favorite cities which was a bit of distance from me so I was open to going, but not particularly compelled to. When I first heard about it, I looked up how much of the seating was occupied just to have an idea of how popular this concert was. 

I couldn’t even see the seating chart because it would halt me with a “there are no seats available at this time”. Knowing the law, if I really did want to go, what I had just read meant nothing in the slightest, so I wasn’t discouraged. I continued to check from time to time to see if anything had changed and I would bump into the same exact notice. But again, I was still open to going and what I had read held no value and my reaction was no different than if I had seen a stadium full of blue sections. It didn’t matter one bit. This went on for two months.

During that time, I found out that some of my friends were going, so now I was more interested in going as well. I hadn’t particularly assumed I would go throughout, I was always thinking of the idea rather than from it. So, although for the most part I had no solid desire to actually be there up until now, I still knew that if I wanted to, I could be. Not once through this entire time did I feel stressed nor desperate. I always had faith.

It was the month of the event and I still didn’t have seats, and then they announced a giveaway which I entered. The span to apply was approximately two weeks and they would announce a winner a week before the event. That very morning, I was still hopeful about winning. I felt good, I kept thinking about what it would be like to be in one of my favorite cities hanging out with my friends and seeing one of our favorite artists. And then I decided to induce the state akin to sleep to really place myself into that state of consciousness.

I would like to mention something very briefly here that I’m not sure whether or not I have previously brought up, but whenever I imagine during the state akin to sleep, I see it as death. What I mean by that is that I am conscious of being something I don’t want to be before I induce the SATS, and the goal should be to come out of that imaginal act conscious of being something else. That’s how you should always approach the state akin to sleep. Die to the old state and identify yourself with the new one. 

 Having already been in Los Angeles on numerous occasions, I drew the feeling from that. I recalled what the weather was like at that time of year, I remembered all of the landmarks I would pass by, I thought about how happy I would be to see my friends, how excited I would feel to see one of my favorite artists perform, and I mentally placed myself in that city. I was no longer sitting in bed within four walls miles and miles away. I was in Los Angeles. I was surrounded by the hot weather telling my friends how happy I was to see them and I heard them say it back to me. I saw the lights and the streets, I felt the butterflies of making my way to the venue and finding my seat. I took all of those feelings and really let myself sit and become fully drenched in them until I felt happy to be there. (And I remembered to think from the end and not of the end. Remember that this is key. If I simply thought about being there, it would create no shift in consciousness.) I kept focusing on that feeling, I didn’t have a particular scene in mind, I was simply focusing on the senses and the emotions of being there. I felt happy that I was able to make it, I was thinking about how glad I felt for not taking no for an answer and the memory of the present moment of me inducing the SATS was something I had done last week.

I wasn’t keeping track of the time I was in that state, but it was roughly an hour. I hadn’t slept and the sun was starting to rise when I pulled myself out. I felt satisfied with my prayer and I reminded myself that if for whatever reason I felt uncertain I could simply do the same, so I felt good. I wasn’t anxious about whether or not I had done enough because I knew praying and accepting that it was happening was all I had to do and soon enough I’d be making my way to LA. 

Then I went to sleep. The winners were to be announced in a few hours and shut my eyes assuming I would wake up to the good news. However, I didn’t win the giveaway, but I was a runner up and I was given access to purchase tickets at a heavily discounted price, which in itself was a good start to my trip to LA. I didn’t have a particular seat in mind when I saw myself there, but I did want to be close and I was (4th row from the stage). A seat that would’ve cost me about $230 went down to $60, so I snagged it. If you’re familiar with the You Are In Barbados story, this was my “Good news, Mr. Goddard” moment. It was happening.

I had my trip, I booked my flights, I prepared everything and within a week I was on my way to see so many of my favorite people in one city. I was ecstatic the entire time leading up to it and I enjoyed myself to death. The concert was on a weekend and I was back home by the time the week started. It was Tuesday and I was checking my inbox and for some reason I felt like going through my spam folder. And I came across an email that stood out to me.

It was an email from the event telling me that one of the winners hadn’t responded so I was next in line and I had won two tickets plus the opportunity to meet them. Now, I admit that I did think the giveaway was going to be the how in my story. When I induced the state akin to sleep, I didn’t visualize myself winning, I visualized myself being in LA because that was the actual end. What I most wanted was to attend the concert so that was the end I was living in. Yet, that email served as a reminder that if I really did want to meet them, I very much could have. That would’ve been the part where Abdullah would’ve told me, “Who said you are only attending? You are in Los Angeles and you met them.” If I had that desire in my heart, I would’ve remembered to remain faithful to that even after the giveaway had ended. Remember that it always comes down to persistence and brazen impudence when it comes to whatever it is that you really want. Know what you want and reject anything that isn’t it. Nothing more, nothing less.

I hope you guys enjoyed this little success story of mine and you can learn a thing or two from it. I know I’m always here providing advice to the best of my ability and this particular success story attests to the fact that I practice what I preach to you all. I’ve also told you guys before that when you all start having successes of your own, your faith in the law will only grow more and more. I speak from experience! 

So my advice to you from this story, as I always have advised:

Know what you want. Have a clear idea of your desire.

Facts aren’t important. The 3D isn’t important. 

Go straight to the end. You don’t need to become conscious of things in steps. (This is why I focused on being in LA and not on winning the giveaway.)

Have faith. Always walk by faith and not by sight.

The takeaway is to not worry about the how in the slightest, only concern yourself with what the end of your wish fulfilled looks like. It is yours if you truly want it. Focus on the end only, not anything in between. If you know circumstances don’t matter and you are limitless, that you don't need to worry about the how, the when, the why or the if, the only relevant question you should be asking yourself is the following:

Do you want it?

[pasteloctoz]

Hi there! So- @ajfromthestarss and @darlin-collins decided they wanted some angst and gave me the prompt "Darlin has a nightmare‼️ Sam comforts them🔥the nightmare was abt Quinn ‼️" So I wrote it. Fair warning- this is a bit intense, though it's also the first time I've posted angst before. But also, because I felt like this was pretty intense, there's some fluff at the end cause DAMN Darlin needs it. Also, It's 1,749 words so that's something.

Anyways, triggers: flashback to trauma, with mentions of character death and light details of body horror, there's a small panic attack and what I would consider a bit of a dissociative episode after the flashback, though that bit isn't too bad. I also kinda leaned into the canonicity of Darlin having body issues, specifically toward their scars so be aware of that. Like I said this was intense to even write about.

The ghosts of your past

You find yourself curled in bed, comfortable, scrolling on your phone. It was close to midnight and your mate was fast asleep next to you. Despite not needing sleep, he enjoyed it when the two of you would lay in bed together until one of you fell asleep. This time he was the one who fell asleep first.

You turn over onto your back, turning off your phone. Looking up at the ceiling, you thought about everything that had happened recently. Thoughts and feelings mixed in knots that desperately needed to be untied. Though, at that moment, there was no one there to untie those knots. No one to reassure you that everything would be okay. So, you let your mind wander, and before long, you were fast asleep.

When you opened your eyes, you felt for the dip in the bed where your mate layed. He wasn’t there which was to be expected with the way he slept. What was weird was that the dip didn’t even exist anymore. You got up, reaching for your phone on your nightstand, only to grab the air. Confused, you examined the room. It was familiar, you knew that much.

Your heart skipped a beat. You were in the small, unfurnished apartment you shared with him years ago. There was a gentle humming coming from outside the bedroom door. You recognized the humming from anywhere. He was here. Immediately your anger was pressed down by a solemn, calculated feeling. You took a deep breath and thought, “Now’s a better time than any, I guess.”

You opened the door, yawning while pulling up your hair into the signature bun you wore when you were with him. You noticed that your normal orange creme-colored pajamas had been replaced with some very old blue and white pajamas that you never wore anymore. You were nervous upon seeing your ex. Though, you didn’t know why. The last time you saw him you felt a strong deal of hate. You couldn’t recall the last time you had seen him for some reason. You didn’t care as you focused on the conversation.

“Hey, precious,” He smirked as he let a long breath of smoke out, almost like a dragon. The smoke detector was laid out on the kitchen island as he leaned against it. He never bothered to open a window, but he would put in all the effort to take apart a smoke detector… or at least mangle it ‘til it stopped screeching.

He handed you a cigar, to which you declined, “Not today…”

“C’mon precious, it’s just one. I know you don’t like them, but it’ll grow on you. Trust me.”

You ignored his comment, which seemed to get on his nerves. Though, he kept his cool as you spoke to him. You figured you’d pull the bandaid right off, “I- I think we should break up.” A chill went down your spine. It was that night. The night that you truly felt alone after so long.

“No,” you thought, “Not again. I can’t live through this night again. No. I- I have a mate. An actual mate th- that cares about me- Hi- His name is… What was his name?” You couldn’t remember your mate’s name even though it was on the tip of your tongue. You weren’t in control of your actions. You couldn’t tell him to fuck off. You couldn’t go see your friend, you couldn’t protect them. You were helpless to let this play out the way it always did. Whether it was in your head or in real life.

Your vision went black and within a few seconds, you found yourself wandering a dark void, helpless, alone, and scared. Eventually, you came across your friend, unempowered, helpless, and scared. They lay on the floor in front of you, staring into the abyss above you. Quickly, you rush to their side, worried. As you hold them in your arms, you take in the familiarity of their mutilated body. The bite marks, the scratches, even the small burns caused by your ex’s weak magic. You knew this part, you knew they’d still be alive you just had to get them to the hospital. You brushed their bangs out of their eyes, whispering gently to them, “Everything’s going to be okay, I can fix this,” but dropped them quickly when you realized their eyes were lifeless. You backed up quickly before bumping into something.

“Hello, precious,” your ex’s accent startled you as you whipped around, quickly to see nothing.

You heard him behind you again, “How’s your mate doing?” He spoke in the normal, teasing tone he used when he spoke to you last, “And his progeny? Oh, I’d give anything to see Fred now that I’m gone officially. Kind of makes me wish I had taken him the first time I met him.”

“How are you-”

“Nevermind that, I just wanted to let you know that no matter where you are. And no matter where I am, Sam is never safe-”

You wake up in a cold sweat and frantically look to your side. There he was, your mate, sound asleep. Catching your breath, you check the time… 3:34 am. You sigh and carefully make your way out of the room you shared with your mate, careful not to wake him up. You make your way to the bathroom after grabbing your clothing for the day. All of your thoughts and feelings were a jumbled mess.

You felt your heart was still racing as you walked over to the sink. You looked into the mirror, giving yourself a second to breathe. As you took your pajamas off, you examined the scars across your body. Slipping into your new clothes you thought for a moment, “These scars could’ve been avoided, had I not gotten with him.” Immediately you regretted your thought. If it weren’t for your ex, you wouldn’t have met your mate. Your mate that loved you, and cared for you. That didn’t excuse the things he did, and you knew that. You still held the same hate you had for him the moment he attempted to make your life a living hell.

After getting ready for the day, you sat in the kitchen drinking a coffee, thinking to yourself. You tried keeping your mind on other things, but nothing worked. You scanned the room for something to do, eventually, your eyes fell on your mate’s coat that laid across the sofa. Quickly, you finished your cup of coffee before grabbing a monster from the fridge and wrapping yourself in the coat. Instantly, you felt better as you walked out to the front porch and scanned the tree line surrounding the house.

After a while, you hear the gentle voice of your mate, “Darlin’? Did you fall asleep on the porch?”

You yawn, realizing that the sky was now fading into the morning. It was almost dawn, and Sam was out there to wake you up, “... What? Oh, yeah… I guess I did. Sorry ‘bout that.” You got up, remembering that you brought a monster with you outside. The can still felt cold, and you realized that your hands and feet were icy cold as well.

“Don’t apologize, I just seemed to get out of bed at the right time,” He reached out for your hand and was startled to find out how cold it was. “Jesus, Darlin’! How long have you been out here?”

You shrugged, “4:10 just about.”

He looked at you, concerned, “The hell were you doing up at 4:10!?”

“Couldn’t sleep.”

“Well, why not?” his face softened, though his accent was harsh along with his tone.

You decided it would be best to tell him the truth as the two of you made it into the living room, “I had a nightmare.”

The two of you sat down on the couch as worry crossed his face. It seemed to make sense to him after everything that had happened recently, “... Was it about him?”

You rubbed your arm awkwardly, “Yes.”

Immediately, your mate held your hand in his, tightly. He looked you in the eyes and spoke in a gentle, loving tone, “He’s gone now. He can’t hurt you anymore.”

“I- I know… I’m just angry, I guess,” you gazed into his silver eyes as a soft smile teased the corners of your mouth. Just being near him would make you feel better about anything. You continued to speak as he looked confused, “I didn’t think that after it was all set and done with that he’d still bother me. I didn’t think he ever had that much of an effect on me.”

“Darlin’... I- Can I give you a hug?” you nodded and he held you as closely as you’d allow him to. He continued speaking to you as he embraced you, “Just because the problem is fixed doesn’t mean that all the… damage he caused you are healed. It takes time and patience to let a wound heal, and he left a pretty big fuckin’ wound. I should know.”

“I thought he would go away finally. I thought that he would stop haunting me. I can’t stop thinking about what could’ve happened, what I could’ve done, what I could’ve said. I don’t even want to think about him, I just want him to leave me alone.”

“Darlin’, even though you have ghosts in your past, you shouldn’t let those ghosts affect you in the present. What happened has happened. And I don’t know about you but even though there were some hardships, I’m happy the way it turned out. Because now I have you,” He held you tighter and pressed a kiss against your forehead.

“Sam… I love you,” you said, finally coming to terms with the fact that you would need time to heal. You knew that every step of the way Sam would be there, to comfort and take care of you.

“I love you too, Darlin’... You wanna know something?” He asked you as you pulled away to look at him.

“What?”

“I think It’s pretty damn cute that you wore my coat to go fall asleep on the porch.”

“I was cold.” You told him, smiling mischievously.

“Really? So that’s why you had your arms wrapped around yourself like you were giving yourself a big hug?” He smiled as he teased you.

“Just let me have this one,” you said as you sat closer to him and cuddled into his chest.

#redactedverse #redacted asmr #redacted audio #redacted headcanons #redacted fanfic #redacted darlin #redacted sam #redacted solaire clan #redacted quinn #redacted angst

[catflowerqueen]

I’m kind of… of two minds about today’s SAMS episode.

(Warning for resigned and unhappy ranting below the cut)

The acting was spot-on—especially Moon’s hysterical laughing fit and the way Solar was trying to protect him and keep him from making rash decisions—but I don’t really like that they used Eclipse the way they did to achieve that. It seems almost… not exactly like a plot device, per say, but more of… an unnecessary upping of the stakes, I suppose? The group was already facing threats on five fronts: The constellations, Stitchwraith, Bloodmoon, Ruin’s mystery, and the Creator’s machinations.

And, sure, technically you could separate out the Creator, constellations, and Stitchwraith since their “plotlines” are more intertwined with the Lunar and Earth show and Monty and Foxy show… but considering how often Sun, Moon, and Solar get pulled into that and how Stitchwraith was technically the one who blew up the daycare, they are still fairly intertwined. So adding Eclipse in on top of all of that just feels a little… not great. Especially considering that it sort of ruins that scene he had with Solar Flare as the two of them were dying.

That isn’t to say I can’t see a few ways this could work. For example, Ruin could just be pulling another “Bloodmoon” and basically creating a new Eclipse using old SAMS footage to basically act as a smoke screen and hide whatever he is up to. He could have even used bits of Solar’s programming to do so given that it is pretty likely they were the one to knock Solar out, and there was tons of time to scan him and make blueprints after hiding the camera footage. Or Sun could be right and it could all just be a mean prank from Ruin’s end. Sure, Solar saw him on the camera footage today in the arcade, but since it was more than likely Ruin who edited the footage of Solar getting attacked, they could also very easily edit the footage to make it seem like they never left the arcade when in reality they had come over to mess with Sun and Moon. And they had plenty of time to learn how to disable the defenses and mess with the computer since they used to live in the ballpit, which is extremely close by one of the entrances to reach the computer from Moon’s room.

And it could, in theory, be the original Eclipse from when Sun first threw him out of his mind and messed up the spell and who has only just now managed to fix himself and stayed caught up on what was happening by watching the show—showing that he really did learn from his mistakes when Lunar pointed out how useful the viewers can be at information gathering. Or it could be any number of backups that Old Moon never found before Bloodmoon started being an actual nuisance that first time.

But give the show’s track record for bringing up interesting plot points and ideas only to drop them or otherwise retcon explanations… honestly, my hopes aren’t that high.

Honestly… I feel like I might want to just step away from the show for a while. At least partially—Maybe just focusing more on the gameplay side of the show more than the lore. Like. I still like the show, but I’m not really as excited as I used to be for the theorizing part, and I might be a little burnt out now.

I’m not saying I won’t be interacting with or posting about the show occasionally still, or that I won’t ever come back in full force, but…

I might just need to think about the recent developments for a while first, I guess. Maybe just focus on some other things in general anyways—It’s not like I don’t have stuff that needs attending to offline, after all.

Sorry if this leaves a sour taste in anyone’s mouth, and I’m not trying to dampen anyone else’s joy or excitement about the new developments. I just feel a bit down about the way things are going, and I needed to vent about those feelings a bit.

…I do want to emphasize again how much I loved Moon and Solar’s reaction today, though, because that was really, really excellent.

#SAMS #sun and moon show

[welovelouisandbucky]

Faith

Teaser

A/n: I'm really sorry for the wait, my Tumblr was not letting me post this it got messy anyway. And I'd like to say English is not my native language and I'm sorry for the mistakes, and positive criticism would very much be appreciated:) and feel free to ask if you want to be added to the taglist

Pairing: Steven Grant x teen!reader Marc Spector x teen!reader

Summary: reader is a single teen parent who lives on her own with her kid. One night her kid went missing and then she found her with none other than our Steven

"Oh bollocks! This is not how it looks I swear!" Steven panics. Stepping away from the pissed off lady, almost like he's trying to run, which makes the situation ten times worse.

Steven has faced many things in life, every worst case scenario possible, you imagine. Whether it was accidentally knocking down the new packages at work that read 'FRAGILE' and almost getting fired afterwards, or when one day he was stepping down from the bus, half awake and half asleep. He tripped over his feet and fell face first and took an old lady with him; he was fine but the lady was hospitalized for weeks. Or one time he was walking around a park, again, half awake he accidentally stepped onto a stray dog's tail. That day he ran like that cameraman for like half an hour and not because the dog stopped chasing him no, no because Marc decided to have little mercy on him by taking control. Even more, but none of them were this bad, where he was being accused of kidnapping a child. 

And the kid approached him first!

He was just back from his soul drowning day at 'work'. Today was a hell of a day. And he wanted nothing more than to just get to his home and feed Gus the second, and plop himself on the bed and drift away to sleep. 

But at the main door as he was finding his keys, he felt a little tug on his pants, looking down he saw a girl no older than three or four, smiling up at him. He instantly tensed up, looking around the lobby trying to figure out who's kid is this, and why did they let the toddler freely roam all over the lobby. Concerned, he scrunched down to her level and began asking her questions softly: where's your mum? What's your name, little love? What are you doing here all by yourself at this time, huh? Do you live here? 

The girl answered some of them by nodding her head, and quietly said her name,"Faith," and pointed to the door behind Steven. 

He picked her up and was ready to return her safely to her mum, but then a girl barged through the door. In alarmed mode Steven took a step back, second mistake. Don't ever step back if you are returning a child to their guardian, it will make the situation worse. And that's what Steven didn't know, so here he is panicking. 

Suddenly Marc decided to speak up.

Put the fucking kid down, you moron! You look like you're 'bout to run off with her! 

Marc shouts at Steven, clearly just as panicked as Steven. Steven looks at the kid he is holding and immediately puts her down, the probable guardian of the child takes Faith into her arms, protectively. 

…

Panic. Fear. Guilt.

Is what y/n had been feeling since Faith disappeared. 

All this happened in one minute. She had just left her in the living room to put the folded clothes in their place and when she returned, boom, Faith wasn't there. She searched the whole apartment, looking for a single sign of Faith but no, it's like she disappeared into thin air. But just to be confirmed before reaching out to police she checked the whole apartment twice but still no trace of Faith. She started crying three minutes after Faith's disappearance, so near to panic attack. She is blaming herself for it. If she hadn't left Faith all by herself she would've been in her arms watching Frozen, but putting clothes away was more important than her fucking daughter! 

She's scared to death, if something happened to Faith she'll never forgive herself for it. How can she let this happen in the first place? Million wrong things crossing her mind, what if something happened to her? What if she got hurt? Or worse, what if someone kidnapped her? Or what if she somehow gets to the road and car–no no no, this can't be real. This has to be a dream! This is the worst nightmare ever. 

She quickly picks up her phone and gets out of the apartment. If she has to take her daughter from Lucifer's lap she'll do it without missing a beat, she'll do anything for her. Two steps out the door, she sees her. Her Faith, in the arms of their weird neighbour. The guy who trashed the bathroom of the museum and got fired, and that's not it. Everyone has been saying he talks to himself a lot. And the sweet lady down the lobby said, one time in the elevator he started screaming out of sudden, and there was nothing. Everyone in the building said he's crazy, and needs the help of a psychiatrist. He always looked like hadn't slept for years with the dark circles under his eyes, and a deep frown on his face. And always clumsily walking into walls and or doors, and talking to some imaginary people. He looked like he's on drugs all the time, and the museum news says it all. He is walking a red flag, and you were his neighbor living right across from him. 

You always kept Faith out of his gaze and changed your path whenever you saw him somewhere. 

And seeing him with your daughter, terrified you. You shot over there and yelled at him. 

"What the hell are you doing with my child?!" You are fuming with anger. He looked at you panicked, taking a step back and that angered you more.

"Oh bollocks! This is not how it looks, I swear!" He said taking yet another step backwards, and let go of Faith. You quickly pull her into a protective mama bear hug. Relief washing over you. 

"Look, I know that was looking bad but I swear I wasn't trying to do what you're thinking, I swear!" He speaks up suddenly, you glare daggers into his soul. Scared, he backs up. 

#marvel #marvel incorrect quotes #incorrest meme #steven grant #moon knight #marc spector #moon knight memes #moon knight incorrect quotes #moon knight x teen!reader #steven grant x teen!reader #marc spector x teen!reader #x reader #marvel fanfic #marvel moon knight #steven grant x reader #marc spector fanart #marc spector x reader #moon knight boys #khonshu #marvel x platonic reader #marvel x teen!reader #moon knight x teen reader

[yayforocs]

Day 7- Personality

i hadn't actually posted this yet and i realized this would work pretty well for today's prompt :V

this is a lil drabble i wrote out to kinda feel out the twins' characters after i drew em :0 so it technically fits the prompt i think!

anyway here's the twins \o/

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Not that one.

Not that one.

That one might be worth it. He clicked it open in a new tab and then kept scrolling.

Not that one.

That one looked good, but was way too far of a commute, unless he didn't actually go back home after graduation and moved closer to the job. By himself.

Not that one.

Not that-

Russ didn't react as his door was abruptly burst open, knowing full well by the loud steps that it was his sister- who promptly slammed her phone down on the desk by his laptop.

He glanced over at it, screen dark. He looked up at her.

"Ok...?"

"I got-" Her eyes then darted down to her phone screen, and she jerked it back up. "Wait holdon I accidentally-" A second later she put it back down, albeit a little gentler, and holding it differently so as to not turn the screen off again. "I found something!"

Now when he looked at it, he saw what he was meant to see: a listing of available positions at the old Freddy's back home. He raised an eyebrow but didn't ask anything until he read over all of it.

Zoe beat him to it, anyway. "There's an opening for a technician and they're even offering training. There's also a couple other spots- one's a cook, which I guess I could do, but I'd much rather be a cast member, which is also available. Look, we can both go and do something together! Sort of! Might have different shifts, assuming we both get hired, but it'd be the same place. I don't think it'd be hard to get in, though, fresh graduates and all," she finished, inclining her head in an intentional look.

He stared at it for a few seconds more before giving in. "Alright, send me the link," he sighed, pulling up his messenger app. Her phone was back in her hands for barely two seconds before the notification popped up, and he clicked on it.

"Cool, if you're good with that I'll go send in mine, too." And as quickly as she came, Zoe left.

Russ pushed his mouth to one side as he re-read the information. Awfully convenient, if he had to be honest, but it was at Freddy's. ...Granted, last he'd heard anything of it, it was under new management and going well, or at least well enough. This opening though was specifically for upkeep of the big stuff- not just arcade games, but the lights and sound of the whole place, as well as... the infamous animatronic performers. He grew up there, he and Zoe went to Freddy's as kids, and he remembered liking it well enough, but then he got older and learned about all the stories and rumors and possibly/probably very real tragedies that happened there. Or if not there, at least in the franchise's history.

He opened a new tab, and searched up the place by itself. There was the first result, with all the business information- open hours and such- and reviews. He clicked. Three and a half star average, decent amount of reviews. He scrolled. Mother whose kids loved the place, babysitter who commented on how clean it was, someone upset that they didn't get a refund on pizza they decided they didn't want after eating half of, another mom that said she felt her kids were safe there- a bit of an on-the-nose review, considering, but it worked- a dad whose girls loved Foxy, and someone that praised a Mr. Schmidt. He supposed that was the new management. The reviews continued similarly. So mostly good, as the average said. Lots of blank reviews, but the ones that were written in provided what he was looking for.

He closed the tab and pulled up his resumé.

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Across the hall and a door down, Zoe had already submitted hers and posted a motion-blurred picture of her laptop screen on her social media's stories tab, captioned "Just sent off my first job applications!!!" with several emojis accompanying, including some crossed fingers and prayer hands. There was a whole batch she'd sent out, but only the Freddy's one was something that'd actually keep the twins together, and bad history or not, she wanted that one to be the one that worked out the most.

Her phone dinged with a reply to her story.

< Did you do it? 👀

She laughed to herself.

Yeah girl ofc!! A jobs a job n I intend to get paid 👀 > < Wym a jobs a job????? Don't die over a dare pls I do not trust that place worth anything That was all years ago, doesn't matter. Besides have u seen the guy running it now 👀👌 > < Ong do not 💀💀💀 he'll sic the robots on u and you'll deserve it Nah he won't. Rusty'll get em to like me n then they won't do anything > < You covince him?? < Convinced Yeah I didn't even need to really he just took it, so fingers crossed for the both of us🤞🤞🤞 > Covince > < Shut up I corrected it :) > Fr tho nah idc bout him he's prolly like forty or smth I'm not abt that > < I thought you meant Russ at first 🤣 I > Am not going to comment on that > < And then I read the rest of it chill out!!! Do I even wanna know what u thought before u read the rest of it or no > < I thought you were calling him old idk!!!! < Anyway unimportant < If u get it u gotta give me updates I already told you I'm not actually interested in him > < Stoppppp :) > Lol yeah I'll let you know 🤞 > < Gl!!! 🤞

The online indicator grayed out, and she locked her phone screen. After a moment, her eyes wandered to the calendar pinned on the wall. Two weeks. In two weeks, they could be back home, with fancy bachelor's degrees that could mean nothing or everything, doing who-knows-what. Looking for apartments, probably. But they'd need a job for that, first. Proof of income and all.

She looked back over the twenty still-open tabs of sent applications, and crossed her fingers.

#bweirdoctober #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #knight guard #russ #zoe

[moregraceful]

plantpostin'...this isn't a livejournal post but spiritually, it is adjacent

ANYWAY i started my pollinator container garden today despite morale being in the dang gutter. the man at the plant nursery was very helpful and told me if i come back next month they'll have a lot more native plants and more pollinators. i will be returning! i want more plants! sadly sticking my hands in dirt for an hour in the afternoon did make me feel a little better >:/

today i bought twelve iceland poppies, two rosemarys and two lavenders. i forget what the lavenders are. planted the big lavender in the big pot and the rosemarys and other lavender in medium pots. planted ten of the poppies in medium and little pots before i ran out of pots. i'm trying fertilizer this year which i have never tried before but since a lot of this dirt is old, i figured it would be better for the plants. also have never used fertilizer and it's entirely possible this is why my container gardens died always. (in addition to atmospheric rivers and being generally very bad at taking care of outdoor plants.) terrified that i did the fertilizer wrong and all my plants are going to eat themselves to death or explode.

i discovered while poking the rest of my containers that my peppermints, jack campbell jr and mars jr, had not died over winter as i thought but had in fact reproduced, so the asexuals win again! my jade plant (nico) and his baby offshoots survived the winter somehow, despite me being so neglectful i should be mandated reporting myself to plant protective services. except then i repotted him and now i have: fear. sure hope nico and his babies did not survive an atmospheric river just to die by being stuck in a slightly larger pot. the succulent garden (the 2019 draft class) is bouncing back slowly after winter but i'm less worried abt them, they always find their way.

i named the poppies the 2020 draft class (if they die they die, if they live i get to see bees) and the rosemarys are ella and lorna (fear that they die but hopefully i get to cook with them someday). i'm very concerned i didn't give my big lavender enough dirt or fertilizer but i'm naming her mercy and the little lavender midnight bc i was listening to a needtobreathe live album while grumpily digging holes, and my favorite song off it was "mercy's shore", which they intro'd by singing "let the midnight special shine a light on me". (i simply cannot google this band in order to remain blissfully unaware of what their politics are.) if mercy and midnight die...well at least my patio smelled nice for a little bit.

i cleaned up and went inside and as i was writing this i saw some birds poking around. my friend who used to live in this building said she used to see a lot of hummingbirds on her balcony, so i think i will get a hummingbird feeder or two when it's warmer. i would love to get a birdfeeder but my dog is an instigator and i don't want to invite chaos into my patio just bc i want to see a sparrow. but i think hummingbirds are small enough that if i hung feeders up high my dog would simply not notice. (he never thinks to look up.)

i do think i may need to look into getting a shelf or a small table or something bc the 2020 draft class is all on the ground and sometimes my dog likes to chase bees and i don't want to create a like. atmosphere of fear for the pollinators. i realize i am maybe the only person in the world who is concerned about the emotional well-being of bees and butterflies but [finger guns] that's what happens when you have big feelings and not enough outlets to put them in. my therapist told me to start journaling to make my brain quiet and instead i'm out here developing parasocial relationships to bees i haven't met yet and worrying about a jade plant i named after a hockey player. so it goes.

i used to do positive posts when i was super depressed and i can't do that again bc it was getting a little too doxxable, but unfortunately writing all this out also made me feel better, so the plantposting will continue...thank you for witnessing.

also if i get any butterflies, i will take pictures to show you all.

#jack campbell jr and mars jr #<- plantposting tag for blacklisting #fresno oilers.txt

[hyper-super-clover]

Hi Koni!🤗💜As promised, I finally thought of an ask for your OCs😌hoping it's not too trivial, stupid or complicated🙈In any case-

We already know about Clover's feelings for Jamil, and in your last post, I read that Klee seems to have a soft spot for Jade, so a question arose: how did their crushes begin? Was there attraction at first sight, or did love blossom only after a particular event?🤔

I would like to know how Clover and Klee respectively lived their experiences☺Thanks in advance for your time!✨

Finally I got to answer this! Sorry for the long wait, I've been having a glorious streak of migraines and/or bad moods... But yeah, I'm feeling pretty good today, so here I am :>

Klee

It's kinda funny that you asked about this, because I can happily tease that the next story to drop will feature Klee's experience about falling in love with Jade! I hope I'm not spoiling too much, but the boy is... very quick to fall in love. And he falls HARD. For being as expressionless as he is, Klee sure feels love very intensely, and uh... Well, you will see for yourself xD

Since that is a bit short of an answer though, I'll take the liberty to switch fandoms and talk about his love life in obey me a bit.

Klee is way more introverted within the obey me Universe, much more fixated on being an author and he generally just does his own thing because again, no one takes any interest in him anyway.

That is until, one day at the RAD library, Klee is seeking comfort and reaches for a human world book, in fact one of his all-time favourites...

... Then his fingers touch those of Satan, avatar of Wrath, and Klee grows absolutely weak to this cliché happening. Yes, he has known the demon brothers for weeks, and yes, he has exchanged, like, nine words with Satan. But right there, right now, Klee saw before is inner eye how he'd grow old together with Satan, at least eight children at their side, a house turtle to accompany them as they-

Ahem. Sorry.

Well, when Satan then even was so kind and told Klee to not mind him and take the book...

... That ultimately sealed the start of Klee's heavy, heavy crush that shows lots of daydreaming, secret fanfic writing and hoping that all his sudden life plans with this weird cat loving dude come true eventually 💕

Clover

(also back to Twst)

As for Clover ... She had a similar experience, but fought against it at first.

Clover doesn't believe in love at first sight, because in her opinion, that would only involve a person's looks, which she absolutely doesn't want to judge people on.

And yet... When she first laid eyes on Jamil, she was charmed immediately. I imagine she was invited to have dinner at Scarabia dorm, being friends with Kalim already. Looking for Kalim in the kitchen, she instead encountered Jamil, who was skillfully cooking up several dishes at once while humming a little tune to himself. And, well, his name doesn't translate to "beautiful" for nothing - his athletic body, his dark locks, his V O I C E - Clover couldn't help but stare until Jamil noticed her presence, shooting her an amused little glance, maybe paired with a sassy little remark, and thereby killing her off completely.

But yeah, Clover HATES having crushes on highly attractive people, since those also make her act all stupid and blushy around the person. But you can't be friends with Kalim without being around Jamil, too, right?

That led Clover to see more and more of him, how hard he worked, how tired he looked. Jamil stroke her as a flawless, rather cold being - which she usually isn't attracted to at all. However when she started catching glimpses of his snarky side, his enormous fear of insects, and this blush that involuntarily crosses his cheeks when he's being complimented...

... Clover wanted to never miss any of those moments ever again. She needed to see this person behind the mask, needed to support him with all she got.

She couldn't deny her feelings any longer.

I'm still thinking of a nice moment of realisation for her, where she admits it's more than fancying Jamil for his attractive traits, but rather genuine care for whom he is. I might also write that out one day 💕

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I hope that answers your question dear awkward noodle friend! Thanks again so much for asking about my OCs, I can't describe how happy your interest makes me ♥️

#obey me #twisted wonderland #obey me mc #twisted wonderland oc #clover #klee #tricolouredwristbands #twisted wonderland jade #obey me satan #twisted wonderland jamil #aaaah youre so kind to give me this opportunity to ramble about my ships #i really really love them #have a good day/night everyone

[greyias]

Okay, so having finally played Echoes of Oblivion for a second time in my attempt to rush little Benny Boy to meet Rass, I got back to musing about that one theory that someone posited right when Echoes launched. I apologize, I have forgotten by now who the eagle eyed player was, or the original thread, but when replaying today, I was like "Wait..."

I remember the first time playing through that it was a bit odd there were two named characters we'd never met that were specifically called out. But having played through a second time, and seeing some supplementary material now, I was like

"Wait. Syl??? Isn't that the red headed student? She was already dead before they went mind spelunking?"

<--- mind of steel trap, this one. To be fair, I could have just forgotten

And then of course, this very ominous shot of the final confrontation with Valky happening, and Vaylin noticing the dead body on the ground... in the spirit scape??? I--you know what--I'm not going to question the metaphysical ways of the Force. That way lies madness. Sure. Syl's dead body was just. There. In Satele's mind? While a bunch of other Force ghosts are walking around??? Let's go with it.

(Which does beg the question... was Syl's spirit... just not there for the events of the epic showdown? Did her spirit decide to take a nap after the fight? Wait no I'm getting into the weeds, focus)

And then, because I just wasn't sure, I went and dug up the short story with Satele and Aryn, because I remembered there was a little guest appearance near the end:

And yep! Confirmed. Syl is the red-headed student from the cutscene.

That is a Vaylin expression if I ever saw one

Which brings us to the Vaylin and Syl mentions in post-Echoes mail:

Yeahhhh. So someone is definitely using little Syl's body here as a meatpuppet, and all real evidence points to Vaylin. I had just completely forgotten that Syl had already expired pre-adventure.

So my original assumption that she was following in dear old daddy's footsteps was indeed off. Which had bothered me a little because I can see Vaylin possessing an already lifeless husk for a new chance at life/vengeance/whatever her end game here is, but suppressing someone else's spirit and manipulating their body definitely seemed completely against the grain of her character. Er, except for the time she completely reprogrammed the Gemini droids and wiped out their free will during KOTET. But you know, that was different... sort of...

REGARDLESS.

It's just gotten me wondering. especially considering everything that Malgus is up to, with his Children of the Emperor Mark II shenanigans. I wonder if Vaylin, posing as Syl, will have any part to play in the upcoming storyline. Or if she's lying in wait, perhaps as a future antagonist (or ally... or both). Because you know Vaylin would absolutely tear apart any machine with her bare hands that would dare try to take her free will away from her again.

But also, I just kind of want wacky adventures of Satele trying to mentor Vaylin masquerading as Syl? Like I'm just imagining every time Satele's like, discussing Jedi philosophy, sipping on tea, and everything peaceful and calm and not Force choking everything in sight Vaylin is just like. Seething inside. Waiting to burst. But she has to keep up the act because what if someone suspects? And so like there's all of these banal things happening, and Vaylin is just constantly internally screaming. Because she went and picked a Jedi to possess instead of a SIth or something. She escaped death. But at what cost.

AT WHAT COST.

Anyway, just food for thought.

#spoilers and speculation #very suspicious corpses #the great syl question #it took me forever to find satele's letter again #so i had like multiple paragraph 'how does no one notice or question the walking corpse' that i had to delete #but my question still stands #seriously how is no one suspicious about syl??? #you just got through dealing with the biggest known body snatcher in the galaxy #and a corpse just gets up and is like 'i got better!!!' #and everyone's just like 'yeah that tracks' #grey's silly swtor tag

[kykyonthemoon]

Don’t wake the Scribe!

This is an old piece that I wrote for Alhaitham’s birthday last year, but haven’t posted on Tumblr yet.

Summary: There’s a new unwritten rule at the Akademiya that both Lumine and Paimon have no idea of: Don’t wake the Scribe while he’s asleep.

1073w

Masterlist

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Almost everyone at the Akademiya recently learned of a new unwritten rule: Don't wake the Scribes while he's asleep.

After taking on the position of Acting Grand Sage, the rush of work had given Alhaitham less time to sleep. He spent more time at the Akademiya than at home. During the rare time he was off, scholars often caught him falling asleep somewhere in the grounds of House of Daena, with one or several books by his side, of course.

Once, a scholar woke him just to warn him that it was going to rain. But the next day, no one saw the scholar at House of Daena anymore. It was rumored that because of his wrongdoing with the Scribe, who was aslo the Acting Grand Sage, so he was demoted and sent away. However, there was another theory that he failed Alhaitham's surprise test, then fled out of House of Daena weeping, vowing not to return until he could outwit the Acting Grand Sage.

As a consequence, after that incident, no one dared disturb Alhaitham's sleep anymore.

But the Traveler had no idea. Lumine and Paimon happened to learn from Kaveh that it was Alhaitham's birthday. It wasn't much of a coincidence, actually, as Kaveh blocked their way, pleading with them to pull Alhaitham home or his preparations for a surprise party would be ruined. Paimon, because of her desire for good food, decided to take a trip to the Akademiya.

"Look! Is Alhaitham taking a nap over there?"

Paimon's words echoed around the room. Lumine had to put her hand over her mouth to gesture to her friend.

"Shhh. Paimon, you're being so loud!"

"What? I'm not..." Paimon denied. "Obviously I speak very quietly!"

The scholars let Lumine and Paimon into Alhaitham's private study. He wasn't in the room but was sitting outside, one fist on his temple, the other holding a book, fingers clamped on the unfinished page. Paimon flew over to observe and said:

"Hey, Alhaitham is really sleeping! But I'm not going to wake him! What if he asks me tough questions or forces me to read..."

As soon as she said that, Alhaitham's arm reached out and grabbed the edge of Paimon's robe.

"Ouch!"

Paimon screamed, unable to fly away despite her wriggling. Alhaitham blinked to open his drowsy eyelids. He said:

"Too late, Paimon. I've heard you two since you first entered the room."

"Oh, Traveler! Come and save me!"

It was amusing to see Paimon furiously scream out for rescue, but also a touch heartbreaking. Lumine then went on to save the day:

"My apologies, Alhaitham! We happened to be passing by here, intending to say hello to you for a bit, then wish you a happy birthday."

Alhaitham abruptly let go. Paimon, so unprepared, lost speed and flew towards the Traveler. Fortunately, Lumine caught her before they both plummeted to the ground.

"Since you're both here," said Alhaitham, "How about a read with me?"

Paimon, still stunned, answered immediately:

"Nope! I won't read books! Lumine, you don't want to read either, do you?"

Paimon's eyes seemed to be begging Lumine to get her out of here. Lumine shook her head:

"No... Erm... I'm not feeling like reading today..."

"If that's the case, help me with organizing the documents then."

With that said, Alhaitham stood up and walked inside. Lumine and Paimon followed obediently. Organizing stuff should be less of a headache than reading a book, anyway.

But they were wrong. In Alhaitham's office, there are countless unclassified papers and books. He only gave vague instructions that they had helped him with this kind of work once before, they could easily do it again. After about five minutes, Paimon was already scratching her head.

"Paimon gives up! Why does he keep making us do these things! We're supposed to be eating well at the party— Oops!"

As fast as a lightning bolt, Lumine moved quickly over to quiet Paimon. That surprise party was a secret. But Alhaitham had heard it all.

"Is that housemate of mine making trouble again?" He inquired, with his gaze still not leaving the stack of papers on his desk.

"Well... Lumine! You tell him!"

Prodded by Paimon, Lumine spoke up:

"Kaveh is throwing a party... He requested us to accompany you back home."

"I'm not a party person myself."

Paimon was immediately irritated when she heard that:

"That party is for you! How many delicacies you are going to miss!"

In a bored tone, Alhaitham said:

"That Kaveh said it's a party. But it's really just an excuse to open my good bottles of wine."

"There's good wine too?"

Paimon's face was filled with hunger. Lumine sighed and shook her head. She stated:

"In any case, it is Kaveh's good intention. Other friends will come to congratulate you as well. You should also return home. I've heard that you've only been at the Akademiya lately."

Alhaitham pondered for a moment and then replied:

"Hmm. If you two help me sort through this mound of documents and books, maybe we'll be back in time for that party."

Paimon and Lumine exchanged nods. Although they did not want to do anything, just by thinking about the upcoming party, they became more enthusiastic than ever. Occasionally, Paimon was tapped on the head by Alhaitham for making his study more messy. Lumine then had to comfort her companion by naming the delicacies that they would enjoy later that day.

Eventually, when the sun fell behind the top of the mountain, their work was temporarily settled. Paimon feared she could not fly longer and complained about being hungry the whole way back home. But when they saw Kaveh, Cyno, Tighnari, and even Nilou with Dehya waiting for them outside, all their tiredness seemed to fade away. Even Alhaitham, who always said he disliked partying, smirked slightly as everyone around him shouted in unison:

"Happy Birthday to you, Alhaitham!"

The momentary smile on Alhaitham's lips vanished. He said:

"There’s no need to be so formal. If you are all gathered here, let's go inside for a meal."

Paimon was the first to shout for joy. The group then followed one another into the house. Lumine nudged Alhaitham's arm lightly, saying:

"Celebrating a birthday at home is still preferable to being alone at the Akademiya, isn't it?"

Alhaitham nodded slightly, this time, he gave a bigger smile.

"Thanks to all of you. Especially you, Traveler."

-The end-

#genshin impact #fanfiction #fanfic #genshin impact fanfic #alhaitham #lumine #paimon #genshin impact traveler #traveler #genshin birthdays #genshin impact alhaitham #genshin impact lumine

[whoiwanttoday]

Here is Charli XCX who is absolutely right. Yesterday she posted about what a crime it was that she was nominated for no Grammys and how that compares to Mia Goth not being nominated for any Oscars for her work in Pearl. Big shout out to Charli XCX for having only the absolute best taste because I watch a lot of movies and I really liked Pearl (even if I wouldn't make it my number one of the year) but I loved Mia Goth's performance (which combined with having seen X and comparing them is hands down the best acting I saw this year). This is because the Oscars are, much like the Grammys, bullshit. A different kind of bullshit. The Grammys have never mattered and other than the real true narcissists out there hungry for any praise I assume once you win one you toss it in a closet or something because everyone knows the Grammys don't matter. The Oscars are different in that they very much matter and often nominate very good movies and performances, they are just still bullshit because the Academy is still basically 65, white, and male and so what you really see is the best likely movies by old white guys. Again, this is different than the Grammys which are just... bad. Cause here is the thing, if you went back and watched every best picture winner you would see mostly very good movies. You would see some truly great movies. It's just that often that truly great movie is not actually the best movie that year. Sometimes this is forgivable. How Green Was my Valley is a very good movie and won best picture in 1941. It also happens to be about the 3rd or 4th best movie that year and it's cultural footprint can't even begin to match that of Citizen Kane or The Maltese Falcon. Suspicion is also better and Sullivan's Travels is better but it wasn't even nominated. So they got it wrong but it isn't as wrong as say... Driving Miss Daisy beating Do the Right Thing. So they are bullshit but in a different way and hold a much more important place culturally. I don't know if this still happens but as a kid surrounded by middle class and middle brow white people, there were a lot of adults who would make it a point to rent the best picture winner after the Oscars and maybe some of the other nominees or best acting winners. They would do this because it was, in their mind, objectively the best movie and usually after they'd all talk about how it was the best movie except for that one guy in the neighborhood who would say it sucked not because of a nuanced take but because he was that guy. You know that guy, he's all over the internet now. Anyway, my point is that the Oscars weren't right but most of the time they do highlight movies of value and that is of value. I promise you more people saw Moonlight than ever would have if it had never been nominated much less won. That's a net win because that's a good movie that the sort of people who watch movies because they were nominated should see. So that's a long way of saying that the Oscars are bullshit but a completely different type of bullshit, an important thing to clarify before I note that Charli XCX is 100% right. Even if the Oscars are bullshit in a different way it is absolutely bullshit that Crash got nothing and Mia Goth got nothing. I guess if it's any comfort to Charli, there are people who offered me literally hundreds of dollars for my copy of True Romance last year before there was a whisper of repressings coming. I can buy a copy of Mumford & Son's Babel for like $10. Today I want to fuck Charli XCX.

#Charli XCX #brunette #Singer #whoiwanttofucktoday

[whumpy-wyrms]

Hello hi again! Sorry I've been gone a bit! (I've started uni :D)

I would simply like you to know I saw the chicken plush art yesterday and hrsghsrgshdgsgrsdrgdgsgfdhdgdgfrgdhsrrhhjgjr I have Not been normal since.

It is He,, with the He,, , and the Him,,,,, ,, ,

And the chimkim,,,,,,,,,,

The lab chicken has the chicken plush,,,,h old gentle like the hamburger,

Anton may watch Dew while he sleeps but I take the other shifts and sometimes watch Anton too, I am observing not respectfully, not disrespectfully, but vibrating so hard I'm but a shadow on the wall,

Whenever you give Dew a cookie in your writing, my brain is handing me a Serotonin, it's also handing me a few more when there's an escape attempt and it fails and we get to see both the fuck around and the find out

Heck, I love looking at your writing (sentence can end here) and seeing what Anton's doing subtly. Like the almost nonsense injections to pass the time and to try to encourage Dew to pull stuff to check out the mind control and then the punishment of being made to stay still while being injected with stuff to get him over the fear of needles (with questionable success) had me Feral, like when Anton forced Dew to get over it enough to ask for the pain killers before he thought it was going to kill him (I might have to send a separate ask about that scene alone, it plays in my head Often)

Anyways I shall haunt thy ask box no longer (for now) but yes, I am so normal about the chicken. It is good size, perfect for hug. The plush is also very nice and definitely didn't spend ten minutes solid with it consuming my thought when I first saw it. (sorry if you did get all the like notifs)

Hope you have a good day and school's been doing okay!!

HI ANON!

thanks hehehe im so happy you like the chicken plush art i had a lot of fun drawing it :)

whenever i feel bad about my writing i look at your asks and instantly get filled with serotonin

Anton’s like, “torture is okay as long as Dew gets a cookie afterwards :3”

YESS i try to subtlety hint at what Anton’s planning but also keep it a surprise (you know Anton and I, we just love surprises) for Dew and the reader, because most of it is in Dew’s POV. also i too have a fear of needles and can safely say that Dew is probably More scared of needles after that </3 sorry Anton but you fucked that up

feel free to haunt my ask box for as long as you like :D i love it when people talk to me about my ocs it makes me very happy

also i miiiight get chapter 8 posted later today, it’ll be a bit shorter than the rest for Reasons (crazy shit happens in #9… that’s all i will say about that)

anyway thanks again, also good luck with starting uni!

#ask #tllr ask #lab whump

[wideeyedsmile]

The Notes You Left pt. 2

Part One Is Here | Explanation Post is Here

Author's Note: Thank you for the feedback! Someone in the comments showed me that someone managed to get a rough estimate of how much Batman weighs and his height by using a picture of him standing next to Bruce after an attack on Wayne Manor. And DANG I knew Bruce was tall and bulky but DAMN. Batman is 6"4 and 250lbs of straight muscle. For anyone who isn't aware, according to most sources Bruce is anywhere between 5"11 and 6 foot, and is almost always quoted as being 190lbs. Like Bruce is also pure muscle but holy shit he must be TINY compared to Batman. ALSO: some people who are new to the fandom are just now discovering the "Abel Bates" name! The fandom came up with it! I can't honestly remember what Abel means, but I remember that Bates is an Old English word for Bat. On the nose lol I know. Anyway, here's chapter 2!

Chapter 2:

"Glider wings require a heavier, more durable fabric. They are fine if you are in clear skies, but if this is gonna be a product for tactical use or an everyday transportation method for those in cities or in heavily wooded areas, a fabric change is necessary. Given that most people don't live in the suburbs, I would highly recommend graphene fabric. I understand it is a newer technology but its great at getting the job done. There is a place in Metropolis that makes it if your ok with outsourcing. If not, I'm sure Wayne Tech is smart enough to figure it out. Other than that, my only note is that landing with this thing is horrible. It can be done but not as easily as you'd hope. Perhaps its an aerodynamics problem, or its not designed for Gotham weather, but perhaps different models for different climates and weather patterns. Gotham is gonna need one that lands easily on windy days, otherwise someone could get seriously hurt. Thank you for your understanding, and as always, the other prototypes were left unharmed.

        - B"

Bruce saw it on the news before anyone even reported it missing. The Batman using a Wayne Tech prototype glider while fighting Riddler. People were starting to assume Bruce was just giving this stuff to him. In many ways, he essentially was.

Monday was the press meetings. Damage control. "We are doing everything in our power to stop these thefts. As of now, we have no leads, and no idea where the prototypes could be going."

Tuesday was the police. "Seriously? Again Mr. Wayne? Don't you guys have security?"

Today was Wednesday. Get into work early, plant the note in the science department, erase footage from cameras. Easy peasy.

Bruce finished up transcribing the latest letter. The Batman had left this, along side various tests he had run. Bruce had no idea what the hell "graphene fabric" is but he's sure either the science department or the textiles department will know.

"Alfred, you know a lot of tailors, right?" Bruce asked. Alfred Pennyworth, the man who was just suppose to be his butler. It was a big media storm when Alfred announced he was adopting Bruce after the Waynes were murdered. Social services nearly stopped him, but something happened and the adoption went through. They've been each other's family since.

"A select few. I knew more when you were a teenager. I had to get your clothes mended and adjusted at least twice a month when you were that age. I'd blink and you'd grow an inch, it was a constant problem. Now that your an adult? Not nearly as many. Why?" Alfred asked him.

"Do you think any of them would know what graphene fabric is?"

"Graphene what? I've never even heard of it."

"It's a type of fabric, it's meant to be very durable."

"Master Bruce, I have been washing, drying, and ironing your clothing since you were a baby. Almost all of your clothes are made from long lasting, durable fabrics. I can tell you right now that the suit you have on right now is made of pure silk. I have done enough laundry and looked at enough of the tags on your clothes to know that whatever that is is not in anyway a common fabric. At least not for clothing."

Bruce thought about this for a moment before speaking. "Alright then. Hey, just so you know, typewriter is gonna need more ink", he said, before finishing his coffee and leaving for work.

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Bruce arrived early. 5:30 am, to be exact. Nobody is working until 7 at the earliest. Gives him plenty of time to plant the note, erase any footage of him in the building, and then go get a non-caffeinated breakfast.

After successfully planting the note in the science department, he goes to erase the footage, only to find the cameras are already off.

"Why are you helping me?" A deep voice behind him asks. Bruce feels a chill run down his spine as he turns around.

There he is. In the flesh. The Batman. Something about being this close to him is horrifying. The suit definitely adds some of the bulk, but this guy is Big.

"Am I not suppose to help?"

"First note was a mistake. I was bleeding, in a hurry, and pen and paper were the only thing I could find. The second was to see if you'd cover for me again. And you did cover for me again. And again. And again. So once again Bruce, why are you helping me?" He asked him. Bruce understood how he could be so intimidating. But at the same time, there was this feeling of... familiarity to it. He wondered how far he could push it.

"Well, you see Bats, those notes you leave us are gaining me more than I'm losing. Those products release with almost no bugs left. Even this latest theft of yours is gonna be beneficial for me. I don't even know what graphene fabric is, let alone how useful it could be in this and in other products. I am a business man. This is a profit." Bruce explained. That wasn't the real reason. That was the reason he told himself so he didn't think about it too much.

"That explains why you didn't turn the notes in. Not why you've been transcribing them."

Bruce was taken aback by this. He shouldn't know that part.

"How do you-"

"I hack into your cameras regularly to turn them off. You think I don't do the same thing to watch whats happening? How do you think I know what to take? So once again, why are you transcribing the notes for me?"

"Your handwriting is shit"

"And yet you can read it"

The tension in the room was... heavy. Bruce couldn't entirely tell what it was other than intimidating and scary, but there was something else in the air that he couldn't place.

"I don't want you getting caught". Bruce explained. "I'm afraid someone will turn it in, or that they'll recognize the handwriting and turn you in."

"I appreciate that. Now why do you care?"

"I'm sorry?"

"Most wealthy people in Gotham wish I were dead. The police force hates me. And for every 10 citizens to whom I bring peace, there is 1 who I scare to the bone. So why do you want to protect me?" He asked. Bruce couldn't see his eyes under the mask, but he could feel them. He could tell that there was eye contact that had gone unbroken since the second this conversation began. It shook him to his core.

"Something about the way you write those notes is familiar. Something about you in general is familiar. Even talking to you right now feels familiar. Seriously, do I know you under that mask? You don't have to tell me who you are, just a yes or no"

Bruce felt, in that moment, that he was being studied. The eyes under the mask seemed to have left his own, and instead took a moment to ponder his body language. He suddenly felt that everything he was doing was wrong. The way he stood, the way his hands rested, the look on his face, it was suddenly all being tested and put under review. It made it hard to think.

"Will you continue to help if I tell you?" The man in the mask asked him.

"Of course."

"Yes. You know me. Hurry up and get out of here, it's almost 6:30, you should be gone by now. Do yourself a favor, pretend to sleep in and show up late."

"What about the footage?" Bruce asked.

"Bruce, no offense, you are shit at actually erasing the footage. I do this for you everytime. I'm amazed you didn't get caught the first time. Now go."

Without another word, Bruce left.

ACTUAL Author's Note: Ya know how sometimes when Bruce and Batman have to be somewhere at the same time (for example when Bruce sorta just KNOWS a banquet he's holding is gonna be attacked) that Bruce will have Clark be Batman for the night, that way people don't think they are the same person? Yeah that's where those "Batman measurements" ACTUALLY come from. It's just Clark compared to Bruce lol.

Btw feel free to share this and reblog it, this is such a niche fic and I doubt anyone is gonna see it otherwise

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[ode-to-spring]

♡⋆.ೃ࿔* A QUIET MOMENT AWAY ~

being a respected figure comes with many perks, but equally as many consequences. sometimes, it isn't a bad thing to seek help from people you trust . . .

ੈ♡ barbara x reader (intended to be platonic, but interpret this however you'd like<3) ੈ♡ category :: sort of hurt/comfort? barbara isn't doing too well before the events of this, reader comes to comfort her for a bit ੈ♡ warnings :: barbara is vv tired, this sort of came out as a vent fic because of themes of being overwhelmed & overworked, not having time for yourself, and other things of the like ੈ♡ a/n :: omg emilia posting?? for the first time in forever ?!? i'm really sorry for the inactivity :( a lot of stuffs been happening but i'm hoping to become more active here soon!!

the sun is already near disappearing into the horizon when you meet barbara at your designated spot. 

it’s nothing fancy, unlike what most would expect— it’s quite the opposite, if anything. you sat only atop a neatly placed picnic blanket by the roots of the great windrise tree, with a basket full of handmade goods set beside you, and casual clothing from the bottom of your wardrobe… just as barbara had requested. 

“i’m terribly sorry for the delay! something came up at the cathedral earlier, and all the sisters were looking to me for what to do, so i left later than i’d expected today—” she started blurting out when you ran to greet her. she did seem to be fresh from a stressed frenzy, if you looked at her closely. the signature pigtails she always wore were a mess (one being already half untied), she hadn’t changed out of her deaconess uniform yet (likely because she ran out of the city after realizing she was late), but most of all the bags under her eyes vaguely reminded you of the dark side of a half moon (and they told you much about how the past few days have been treating her).

“hey, don’t worry about it. i haven’t been waiting for long.” you interrupted her string of apologies while brushing some hair out of her face. “besides, i know you’ve been busy with everything lately. i don’t mind”

what you said was true, of course. between church work and the new events in her idol career, the poor girl had barely been able to catch a break in a while. surprising, considering jean was usually the most well known for overworking herself to no end. maybe it ran in the family. 

“are you sure? i’m sorry anyways, i really am.” she started, but upon seeing the reassuring look on your face, she knew it wasn’t needed anymore. “still… thank you for waiting for me. it's been a while since i've been outside the city and.. i was really looking forward to seeing you again like this. just like old times.”

it had been far too long since you'd been able to be with her like this, yes. every time you'd see her on the streets, instead of having a casual chat as both of you would hope, she'd be dragged away by some pressing matter. if anything, that was the very reason you’d organized this little meet up in the first place. away from the prying eyes of the city people, who all only saw her for who she wanted them to. whether it was as their reliable deaconess, their bubbly pop idol, or the kindhearted healer that gets visited a bit too often, you wanted to pull her out of that even only for a little while.

here, under the tree that heals spirits, it was only the two of you. as you talked well into the night until the stars twinkled happily above, it started feeling less and less like you were talking to the respected deaconess, and more like you were speaking to just barbara. and for you, that was more than enough.

#this was really nice to make #this originally came as an idea to subtly vent a bit #but at the same time get back into writing for this blog #the reason for my inactivity recently is definetely the amount of things happening in life rn #it gets overwhelming sometimes and i definitely projected onto barbara a lot here #even the mention of jean is a nod to me disrupting my familys usual routine of whos stressed and who has to take care of them HELP #im not used to having so many people expecting something from me #it's like having responsibilities i did sign up for #but not every day is a good day iykwim #i hope everyone that reads this is doing well :) this became a really nice self care thing for me so i want everyone to remember to #do things that make you happy too!!! #one bad day doesnt mean a bad life #<3 #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin imagines #genshin impact imagines #genshin fluff #genshin impact fluff #genshin scenarios #genshin x reader platonic #genshin impact x reader platonic #genshin impact scenarios #genshin barbara #genshin impact barbara #barbara x reader #genshin barbara x reader #barbara x you #genshin barbara x you fluff #barbara x reader angst

[sunrisesthings]

Honey, It's alright.

May 1, 2023

Hello, May!

It's been a while. Actually I attempted to write a blog last month but Tumblr wasn't kind enough to me, It wasn't posted and I haven't saved any drafts of it.

Anyway, I've been struggling a lot these past few days. I've got rest days tho. It wasn't that nice but at least?

I spent much of my days sleeping and lying in my bed. I contracted the flu too. God I hate that part. I wasn't able to open my eyes and the whole day I was either sleeping or attending my online class.

Today, I can say that I've been productive since I was able to read my lessons again and make some transes. However, I manage to have a mental breakdown in between my breaks.

I talked about it with my very close friend (which I missed a lot. Hi gelic!) . After talking and telling her how I'm in so much pain right now, we ended up making fun of our situation and we reminisce about our past experiences and I burst out laughing. I miss her a lot and I wish we were able to meet again she's my free therapy. :(

I was able to collect myself again and start my readings. I can't help not to think about everything that's happening to me.

Every time I feel upset, I always disconnect myself. Tell people that I wish I would never meet them again and I realize how rude I am for being like that. It was the height of emotions that made me think of cutting myself with people that I love for years.

I saw my friend posting about her relationship. I'm happy that she finally met someone that would treat her the way she was supposed to be treated. I was also happy to see my friends being in love.

And I can't help myself to think about when will be my time?

Honestly, I can't think of anything right now regarding relationships. I admit I feel lonely a lot. I keep on questioning myself, am I not worth it to be loved?

I deserved it too. But I needed to learn how to love myself first. I can't be going around feeling insecure about myself just because people won't choose me.

I need to choose myself first. Because at the end of the day, even if the world fails me, I'll still have myself and that should be enough. 🥺

I've read a line from a book that I've been privately skimming in a bookstore and up until now , it lives up in my head.

It said that maybe the world was preparing me for someone out there, some person that was meant to find me and it will find me in the right time.

But perhaps I should prepare myself for the fact that such a person never existed never will be.

It's a cruel thing that in this lifetime, some people are just meant to be alone. However, even if I get old and love will never find me. I hope I'd be able to repay the love that my family and my friends gave me.

I hope the older version of me wasn't feeling too lonely. I hope she wasn't blaming herself and asking if she's unlovable because the bravest thing that she will do for herself is to leave from a table that won't serve her the love that she deserves.

[wanderella-w]

A mostly sunny stretch (day 10-12)

Okay, so I had a whole post typed out about day 10 (twice) but apparently Tumblr lets posts disappear when trying to upload them with a bad internet connection. Anyways, what basically happened is, I walked from just behind Bude to Crackington Haven with one of the steepest ascents of the trip (see video) and nice whether. In Crackington Haven I met Rosa again (quite amazing that she just arrived 10 minutes before me considering it was already around lunchtime) and that night we camped a few km before Boscatle. I was glad to see her again! We immediately tried the duct tape on her dried up shoes to see how it would survive the day. Unfortunately, it didn't.

The next day we came through Boscatle, a town which we loved. If I had to move to Cornwall (no idea why I would have to but anyways) I would chose Boscatle! It was a small town with one bakery, one book shop, one outdoor shop, a small supermarkt and a YHA that was even cuter than the one we had stayed in. The National Trust (the organization maintaining all the hiking paths) had their office there and the surroundings were beautiful. We kept walking and it got warm and sunny. Was this the gulf stream they had all been telling us about? We could also tell that we were now in Cornwall as the landscape had changed. It was less rugged and the cliffs (if you could still call them that) were more like hills softly crumbling into the sea. The water where we walked now was very blue. We had lunch at a touristy spot (some King Arthur related castle) and as it was Saturday it was quite busy. At night we found a beautiful camping spot next to the river, a few km before Port Isaac.

(First picture is the YHA youth hostel in Boscatle, it was still closed)

The next day was a bit rough for me in the beginning, even though the whether was beautiful. My body felt heavy, maybe it was because zo hadn't had a rest day yet, or just because we were actually climbing quite a lot of hills. After a coffee at a coffee truck that appeared just at the right time in the right place (Port Quin), I was re-energized and we actually had a great rest of the day. We were in a chatty mood, talking a lot with each other and with strangers on the path (It was still the weekend, so quite busy). We met quite a few people who were also doing the coast path, mostly one weekend at a time. Some people were asking if we were wild camping and they were all enthousiastic about our plans. We took the ferry from Rock to Padstow, and had an hour of time to relax afterwards (and to do our obligatory cooldown), before we hopped on the bus to our youth hostel in Treyarnon Bay. We booked two night in this hostel as it is also on the path - the plan is to reach it tomorrow walking after going to the outdoor store in Padstow in the morning to look for new hiking shoes. My feet keep getting wet and the shoes take days to dry, so I think this is really the only option. Altogether this means we only need to pack a daypack tomorrow which is a great foresight!

PS: Rosa lost one of her zip-pant legs, so now she looks like a 60-year old tourist who JUST LOVES Cornwall.

PPS: Yes, we can also observe spring spring! While a week ago we still saw frog eggs beneath a layer of snow (see photo), we saw them hatched yesterday! We saw duffadils (Narzissen) all along the way but now we also see some wild flowers here and there, and in the past three days I have seen butterflies and bumblebees.

Update: I wrote this post on the 19th, today is the the 20st of March and we are going to Newquay with the bus instead of Padstow because they have better outdoor stores there. Not sure if there will be any hiking today.