#because i have to wait to see what wins and then problem solve the story on a whim XD XD XD

[shadowxamyweek]

(ShadowxAmy Choose-Your-Own-Adventure Pt10)

Shadow's brow furrows. "Perhaps…You mean like a metaphor?"

Amy practically beams, and Shadow has to work very hard not to accidentally crush the scone in his hand.

"Yeah! That's a good way to put it!" She laughs, "You always did have a way to put things succinctly. I'll have to remember your example for the next time someone asks me about this. Wouldn't want to slam them with a dissertation."

"You did a perfectly fine job with explaining it." Shadow focuses on the carpet, the drapes, the way the marmalade drips down and around the little lavender blossoms in the scone and sticks to his fingertips.

Anything to keep him from looking at her.

Amy clicks her tounge. "Yeah well, I know you."

"You know a lot of people."

"It's not the same," she says with a dramatic sigh. "Everyone's fine with stuff like tarot. They kinda look at that like a party trick. You start pulling out the weird herbs and powdered eggshells mixed with peppers and garlic salt though and people start thinking you're a wackjob."

Shadow couldn't help but look at her then, and he realizes too late he is making a face as she slaps his arm.

"Not to eat!" Amy's head rolls back as she laughs. "Oh Chaos, no!"

Shadow can't help but let a smile bleed across his face. "You've done stranger things."

"I'd hope not that strange!"

Shadow humms, and when Amy hits him again, her laughter becomes contagious.

"Would you just eat the thing and tell me what you think? I'm dying to know!"

He could continue to harass her, but her smile burned like a sunbeem, and her eyes were so wide and excited, alive like freshly unfurled leaves in a gentle shower.

There is no way possible to say no to that face, so he gives in.

The scone is crumbly, with a buttery, floral taste. The smell of lavender fills him from the inside. Then, the marmalade smooths everything over, citric and fresh and sweet.

Shadow sighs, nodding.

"You like it?" Amy leans in.

Shadow nods again, and Amy screams with joy. Her hands fly into the air, and her legs kick with glee as she laughs.

"Finally! I finally got it! Oh I've been working so hard- you can't imagine! Augh. And getting everything just so- it's hard mixing magic with baking! You can get the flavors right but not the spell, and then you get the spell right but everything tastes wrong! And this was so rough! I had never baked this before, and I didn't want to do a love spell, you know? I just wanted put some love into it, put my love into it, and- Shadow, why are you making that face? What is it?"

THE SHADAMY WEEK 2023 THEMES ARE LIVE! CLICK HEDE FOR DETAILS! THANK YOU AGAIN EVERYONE WHO PARTICIPATED IN THE DECISION-MAKING PROCESS!

#shadamy story poll #10 #shadamy #amy rose #shadow the hedgehog #you guys literally never pick what i would pick XD #so i write these about 15 min before they go live #because i have to wait to see what wins and then problem solve the story on a whim XD XD XD #this has been a lot of fun! #wonder what will win this time!

[hotgirlssupportlando]

one day x lando norris

pairing: lando norris x fem!reader summary of series: a series following one day of every summer from 2016 onwards in y/n’s and landos lives, exploring their friendship and love for one another. of course some angst and fights along the way in this rollercoaster of emotions. a friends to lovers, growing up together kind of thing. summary of this part: the start of y/n and landos friendship/crush. y/n is bored at the eurocup where a stranger (lando) is suggesting a betting game to make her interested in the sport (and him). wc: 1,2k notes: im too obsessed with one day atm so just had to write a story inspired by it!! it’s very modified tho, and i haven’t decided yet if it will have the same ending, don’t know if i can handle that haha! also pls ignore the charles pic, couldn't find a better atm. hmu if you have any requests for any of the years x part two here

summer of 2016

Red Bull Ring, Austria

”please y/n, you’re 16 years old, can’t you go elsewhere and entertain yourself, you’re getting a bit annoying now” y/n’s dad told her whilst he was trying to fix the broken car.

”ugh, sure i’ll go for a walk then” y/n sighed and went to go for a walk around the paddock hoping to see something more interesting than broken cars. her friends were jealous that y/n could tag along her father around europe all summer watching the eurocup formula renault 2.0, but she wasn’t very impressed. despite having a father working as a mechanic and utterly interested in motorsport she hadn’t inherited any interested in the sport what so ever. but at least she could escape england and the rain for some time so it felt like a win although she sometimes felt like dying from boredom. 

y/n walked around the paddock and decided to facetime her friend y/f/n.

”please come and save me, austria is so fucking boring and where the hell are all the cute guys i was waiting for??” y/n proclaimed. 

”omg y/n stop it, you’re always nagging about everything, you should be happy!! nothing happens here either so might as well be in another country doing the same” y/f/n said as y/n entered a tent where they served drinks and snacks. while she was ordering she noticed a curly haired boy shaking his head whilst smiling her way but she just continued her conversation with y/f/n. after enough discussion about the lack of interest y/n had for the sport and talking about y/f/n new crush y/n ended the call, sat down and opened her pepsi in front of her. it took about five milliseconds before the curly haired boy reappeared, this time in the seat in front of her. 

”hi” the boy squealed. 

”…hi?” y/n said questioning what he wanted, she weren’t exactly in the bestest of moods so to say. 

”i heard you hated the eurocup and that you think every guy is ugly here, so here i am to prove you otherwise” he said grinning. y/n chuckled at the way the boy seemed to have no time to waste in proving her wrong. 

”and how are you supposed to do that? do you have a masterplan?” y/n asked looking amused.

”glad you asked! well first of all here i am so now you’ve at least seen one cute boy around the paddock so there’s one problem solved an-” the boy was interrupted with y/n’s laugh. she couldn’t help herself from laughing but tried to gesticulate with her hand that he could continue. 

with a smile he proceeded to tell the girl about a betting game that could make her interested in watching the races. y/n was immediately down for the idea because honestly she could’ve done anything at this moment to have some fun. they had to come up with one condition each for the bet and agreed on saying them at the same time so no-one could back out. the curly haired boy betted that he would stand on the podium on today’s race and y/n betted that he wouldn’t, easy as that. now to the conditions. the boy apparently had his condition already planned out so y/n panicked trying to come up with one quickly too. she looked around her and went with the first random idea she got. 

”okay so we’ll say them on three?” y/n asked getting a nod for an answer.

”one.. two.. three” 

”you’ll buy me-” y/n started before getting interrupted.

”you’ll give me a kiss” the boy said with a cheeky smile. 

”…a pepsi. WHOA! you’re wasting no time mister” y/n laughed out after finding out the big differences in the conditions given. she was followed by a laughter from the boy too who was unsurprisingly very pleased with the bet. y/n wasn’t disappointed either, the boy was indeed quite cute for being a driver but she couldn’t let him know that. imagine the hubris he would get then, in comparison what he already had. 

the pair shook hands and locked in the bet. they decided to meet up after the race either at the podium or at his team, depending on how the race went. y/n was excited and almost felt a little butterfly in her stomach getting loose. 

”see you later then…” the boy hesitated realizing he hadn’t asked her name.

”y/n l/n, and yours was?” she asked.

”lando norris, but there’s no need to remember that, you will see the name on the top of the podium later” he chuckled walking away to his team. 

y/n could only smile and shake her head while walking away too. 

—

”and lando norris takes his fourth victory in this seasons eurocup!!” the presenter shouts excitingly. 

y/n was smiling so big her dad had to check up on her, how she immediately had watched a whole race after watching exactly zero of them up until now this summer. y/n had no time to explain to him what was going on and started to run along the paddock until she reached the podium. she was so excited and nervous that she was about to burst, it was hard to believe that she was developing some kind of a crush to this random driver. 

because she had little to none sense of direction the celebration at the podium was already done and dusted when she reached it. a bit disappointed and confused she looked around to see if she could see lando somewhere. there was surprisingly many people running around here.

”looking for someone?” a familiar voice said and y/n turned around. there he was, a happy lando holding a trophy in one hand and a bouquet of flowers in the other. she smiled and congratulated him partly for the victory and partly because he somehow got her interest in the sport for once. 

”i know it’s not nearly as good as a pepsi but you can have my flowers as a consolation prize” he said handing them to her. she took the flowers and admired them with a smile feeling her butterflies about to let loose. she collected some courage and looked up at his eyes before quickly looking at his lips and crashing onto them. the kiss took lando a bit with surprise but he was quick to answer it. with the hand not holding the trophy lando gently grabbed the back of y/n’s head, slowly deepening the kiss. the butterflies were officially out and about in y/n’s stomach. she tried so hard to hide the excitement but at the end she couldn’t resist smiling and therefore accidentally ending the kiss. slowly they pulled away from each other, leaving them both with blushing smiles on their lips. they looked at each other in silence for a moment before abruptly getting interrupted.

”lando! we’re taking pictures! come here now!” a member of his team shouted.

”well i guess i have to go then.. hope i’ll see you around” lando shyly told the girl.

”i hope so too” y/n stated not knowing the rollercoaster of joys and troubles they’d share in the future as friends and lovers. 

—

notes: feel free to give feedback and requests for future parts! x

#lando x reader #f1 x reader #f1 #f1 fanfic #f1 fic #f1 x you #f1 imagine #lando norris x reader #lando norris #lando fic #lando norris x you #lando fluff #lando x you #lando x y/n #lando norris x y/n #lando norris imagine #lando norris fanfic #lando norris fluff #lando norris fic #f1 fluff #ln4 fic #ln4 #ln4 x reader #ln4 imagine #ln4 fluff #one day #formula one

[bestworstcase]

Wait could you go more into Salem being glinda? (<- person who is bad at allegories but loves your metas)

ok!!

step one is to clear out everything you’ve ever read about rwby’s ozian allusion from your brain because this fandom keeps trying to make it about the wizard of oz and it’s… nnnot about the wizard of oz. the book we’re going to be talking about as the primary text of reference is the second oz book, ‘the marvelous land of oz,’ which is about what happens after dorothy and the wizard go home.

the reason nobody can figure out who rwby’s “dorothy” is is… there is no dorothy. she’s in kansas and not really relevant to this story except insofar as her journey through oz resulted in the wizard’s departure and the end of the wicked witches of the east and west. she’s The Backstory. and—actually as i write this there, um, there IS a dorothy and now i have to go stare at a wall for a little while. 

…

we’ll get there.

context:

at the end of the first oz book, ‘the wonderful wizard of oz,’ the wizard leaves and glinda, the good witch of the south, tells dorothy how to return home to kansas with the glass slippers (which fall off her feet and are lost forever whilst carrying dorothy home)

(the classic film makes something of a mess by combining glinda and the good witch of the north into a composite character, creating the problem of why glinda would not simply tell dorothy how to use the slippers right away. in the book, the good witch of the north sends dorothy to the wizard, who is secretly a fraud, and after he inadvertently leaves dorothy behind she is advised to travel south to consult with glinda instead.)

now, the wizard was the ruler of oz, so his departure created a political problem that he attempted to solve by appointing the scarecrow to rule in his absence. that choice is what ‘marvelous land’ is chiefly about because, you see, before the wizard came along, oz was ruled by a king named pastoria, who had an infant daughter named ozma. then the wizard deposed pastoria, and princess ozma disappeared.

the book’s protagonist is a boy named tippetarius (tip) who’s been raised all his life by the bad witch mombi. tip is in fact ozma, stolen by mombi and transformed into a boy to secure the wizard on the throne of oz. he has no idea; he just knows that mombi isn’t very nice to him and he wants to leave. 

when he runs away, he takes with him jack pumpkinhead—a fellow tip made by carving a jack-o-lantern head for a wooden man, animated by mombi’s magic. their relationship is quasi-parental (jack calls tip “father” but tip is, you know, a boy and not especially fatherly). they’re joined by a living saw horse en route to the emerald city. the trio is briefly separated, with jack and the horse rushing ahead and being received by the scarecrow while tip is waylaid and meets general jinjur, who is leading an army of revolt to the emerald city to overthrow the scarecrow.

that happens. jinjur wins more or less by default because the soldier with green whiskers, who guards the emerald city’s gate, is too cowardly to fight them and simply lets them into the city. the scarecrow flees, along with tip, the sawhorse, and jack. this motley crew heads west to winkie country, once the domain of the wicked witch of the west, now ruled by nick chopper—the tin man. en route to winkie country, the scarecrow mentions to jack that pumpkins rot and jack spends the remainder of the story in a state of ever-present existential dread over his imminent decay. 

anyway, nick accompanies them back to the emerald city, along with the woggle-bug—a very large, knowledgeable bug whom none of them like particularly and whose backstory involves transformation by a professor, an incident about which the woggle-bug has ambivalent feelings—whom they meet along the way. they’re hindered by various illusory traps mombi throws at them because she’s trying to get tip back under control.

reclaiming the emerald city from jinjur does not Go Well. they’re forced to flee again, briefly end up stranded in an inhospitable place on the far side of the desert and attacked by birds. the woggle bug saves them by using a silver wishing pill to repair their means of transportation so that they can reach glinda’s home, in southern quadling country. 

they want glinda to help them restore the scarecrow to the throne of oz. glinda has other plans, because she’s spent all this time trying to find ozma and set right the wizard’s various injustices. she’s narrowed it down to mombi as the culprit, and upon learning that the witch has hidden herself in the emerald city, she… um, immediately lays siege to the emerald city to “starve it into submission” and flush mombi out, then chases her to the impassable desert at the edge of oz, ties a rope around her neck to silence her magical powers, and bodily drags her back to the emerald city to account for her wrongdoing on pain of death:

Glinda had been carefully considering what to do, and now she turned to Mombi and said: "You will gain nothing, I assure you, by thus defying us. For I am determined to learn the truth about the girl Ozma, and unless you tell me all that you know, I will certainly put you to death." "Oh, no! Don't do that!" exclaimed the Tin Woodman. "It would be an awful thing to kill anyone—even old Mombi!" "But it is merely a threat," returned Glinda. "I shall not put Mombi to death, because she will prefer to tell me the truth." "Oh, I see!" said the Tin Man, much relieved. "Suppose I tell you all that you wish to know,". said Mombi, speaking so suddenly that she startled them all. "What will you do with me then?" "In that case," replied Glinda, "I shall merely ask you to drink a powerful draught which will cause you to forget all the magic you have ever learned." "Then I would become a helpless old woman!" "But you would be alive," suggested the Pumpkinhead, consolingly. […] "You may make your choice," Glinda said to old Mombi, "between death if you remain silent, and the loss of your magical powers if you tell me the truth. But I think you will prefer to live." Mombi cast an uneasy glance at the Sorceress, and saw that she was in earnest, and not to be trifled with.

thus mombi is forced to tell the truth, remove the curse she placed on tippetarius (turning him back into ozma), and take glinda’s potion to strip all of her magical power away. 

folds hands. 

here are some facts about glinda:

she rules over quadling country—in the oz books, the cardinal kingdoms are all color-coded; northern gillikin country is purple, eastern munchkinland is blue, western winkie country is yellow, and quadling country? red. (glynda goodwitch’s purple is the first hint that she is not glinda, but rather the good witch of the north who believes in the wizard’s power. her absolute faith in ozpin is the second hint.)

glinda is, despite her youthful appearance, implied to be thousands of years old, and by any measure the most powerful sorceress in all of oz. 

in demeanor, she is always calm and collected and resolutely truthful; so great is her dedication to the truth that she has no power over mombi’s magical deception and illusions, hence the need to force mombi to undo her own curse. she always knows when she’s lied to, but she can be fooled (fleetingly) by powerful illusions. and she can be utterly ruthless in pursuit of what she believes is right for oz. 

she, as noted in the last post, is responsible for freeing the flying monkeys from their enslavement by the golden cap. 

now!

the allusions rwby is making to ‘marvelous land’ are really very straightforward—much like cinder and cinderella or salem and maiden-in-tower stories. it is impossible to read the book with rwby in mind and not see the connections:

the god of light is mombi.

ozma is ozma; as ozpin, he has become the wizard (complicit in his own cursed imprisonment), and within oscar he’s tippetarius (a boy who’s lost his true self).

oscar is jack pumpkinhead, ozma’s heir (thus, symbolically, his “son”), brought to life at least symbolically by light’s power (he’s in the story at all because he’s ozma’s vessel), and preoccupied with existential dread inspired by the looming immediacy of his spiritual death.

qrow is the scarecrow, left to carry the symbol of ozpin’s authority in ozpin’s absence and forced to flee beacon, the “emerald city,” by

summer rose, who is general jinjur, holding beacon academy while she searches for the crown. (jinjur spends a considerable portion of the story trying to get the royal crown.)

lionheart is the soldier with green whiskers: not the fearful but truly courageous lion, but the cowardly old soldier who all but hands jinjur the keys to the city in his terror. 

ironwood is the tin man, ruling over a land once subjugated by the wizard’s bitter enemy (pre-war, fascist mantle) now remade into a shining and prosperous kingdom under the command of the wizard’s ally (atlas)—and it is he who gives sanctuary to the scarecrow and tip’s party after the emerald city falls, and he who leads the failed first attempt to take the city back by force. 

vacuo is the nest of jackdaws where the party ends up stranded, far from oz—they cross a desert to get there and i suspect the point of theodore is to signal that vacuo isn’t “in” oz but rather standing in for the deserts and the lands beyond. because dorothy is in kansas, you see. (he’s not the Real Dorothy, though, we’ll get there momentarily).

the woggle-bug is raven, the maiden of knowledge who knows the secret that will bridge the impassable divide between vacuo and salem; her knowledge of what summer did is the silver wishing pill which, incidentally, poisons tip when he tries to use it. 

and salem is, of course, glinda: ancient and aloof and coldly ruthless in her pursuit of the truth, searching for ozma (<- note the congruence here with rapunzel searching for her prince in the wasteland!) and ready to GO TO WAR to bring the god of light to account for what he’s done. i really must emphasize the GOING TO WAR bit: the glinda of the books is not the soft, mistily benevolent lady the classic film makes of her. she has an extremely well-disciplined standing army which she marches on the emerald city with the explicit intention of delivering a siege to “starve it into submission.” mombi looks this woman in the eye, sees death staring back at her, and surrenders with a whimper. glinda is ruthless.

so it isn’t even “glinda would go to war if she thought it necessary” it’s that glinda does in fact go to war and rwby is, with salem, taking glinda’s decision to go to war to achieve her ends very seriously and putting that in a context where salem isn’t revered as a protector and loved by all. the only difference between salem and glinda is that glinda is beloved by the people of oz!

but i also promised you dorothy. so:

allow me to direct your attention back to what glinda does to mombi after ozma’s curse is lifted. mombi is made to drink a potion that causes her to forget all the magic she’s ever learned, leaving her to live as an ordinary old woman—but she is not left alone to suffer afterwards, because ozma makes arrangements to provide for her indefinitely.

this is, of course, what’s in store for the god of light. he’s going to ascend—that’s obvious—and the fairytale ‘the two brothers’ hints quite strongly that he’ll come back as a man (i’d wager a faunus specifically), leaving his power and memories of divinity behind and given a peaceful life in return. mombi’s resolution in ‘marvelous land’ offers a direct 1:1 comparison to ascension. 

but what about the god of darkness?

he’s– he’s dorothy.

dorothy doesn’t appear in ‘marvelous land’ and she has no presence in the book whatsoever except as one of the two characters whose departure at the end of the last book created the circumstances that allow this story to occur: it is dorothy’s adventure that convinces the wizard to leave oz, and then she leaves too. the wizard—through mombi, the real power behind his throne—retains his influence and authority over the land of oz until she is forced to undo her wrongs, but dorothy is simply… gone. she went home, she’s remembered fondly by her friends, she has nothing whatsoever to do with this story, and the silver shoes that bore her home at the end of the last book fell from her feet and were lost forever. 

(she does eventually make it back to oz, in a roundabout way, by accident. but for rwby’s purposes, and within the context of ‘marvelous land’ taken in isolation, dorothy is Gone Forever.)

afterans refer to the tree as home; they think of ascension as returning home to rest and find renewal after a long journey through the world outside. at the end of her journey through oz, she asks glinda to send her home, and glinda tells her:

“The Silver Shoes," said the Good Witch, "have wonderful powers. And one of the most curious things about them is that they can carry you to any place in the world in three steps, and each step will be made in the wink of an eye. All you have to do is to knock the heels together three times and command the shoes to carry you wherever you wish to go.”

and, as i noted, the shoes carry her home but are lost in the process, never to be found again. 

glinda teaches dorothy how to go home. likewise, salem is a repetition of jabber—the argument between the brothers comes full circle—and through this experience dark realizes that he needs to “go home,” i.e. ascend. he’s been trapped in this same disagreement for thousands of years and nothing has changed; nothing will change unless he tries something new. he shatters the moon on his way out and, unlike his brother, there’s nothing to suggest he’s still present in this world or relevant to this story as anything but backstory… because he ascended and became something new.

(the spirits in the relics.)

(which in terms of the ozian narrative, represent the golden cap, which glinda receives from dorothy before she gives it to the king of the flying monkeys to set them all free, so the symbolic through line between dark-as-dorothy becoming the spirits-as-flying-monkeys through his and their relation to salem is relatively straightforward.)

anyway, behold.

toto.

#i just—brgdgks #DOROTHY. #''GIFT OF GOD.'' #it’s another goddamned stealth pun

[kariachi]

I have to say, a little thing I enjoy in Monster Hunter Stories 2, that I can't remember if it was in the first one, is the quick finish option for battles once you reach a certain power scale in comparison to what's in front of you.

Like, something I've been enjoying- and I don't know if it's just because I might be underleveled? I haven't been grinding so much so...- is that every fight feels like something you're having to put some work into. I feel like they way they do it, with your opponents changing tactics back and forth and not being able to see the health of new encounters or bosses, really keeps a good sense of tension and effort that can kind of be lacking in some fights in other critter collection games I've played. And part of the problem with the other ones, I think, is that you just keep having to put in the time and effort when you run into things you're really stronger than.

Just, if I'm playing pokemon and I return to an early route for something, then if I run into an opponent I either have to run away- which makes the encounter just a pointless waste of my time- or I have to fight them- which gives me a bit of experience, but there's only so many times you can go to the fight menu, hit a move, take out the pidgey, before it just is boring. Overall the game just slows down without any sort of tension or even points of interest. It's a little better when you go to areas where you can't oneshot something, but if it's something that can't stand up to you then you're just doing the same 'hit them hard and wait for the fight to end' that you were before, but for longer.

But MHS2's quick finish option solves that problem but giving you a simple key combo to press that immediately ends the fight with you victorious. If you've got enough of a power advantage in an area you've already cleared, the game just gives it to you- you both know you're going to win the fight, so rather than waste time and health you just quick finish and move on. And already I've gotten use out of it- getting a bit of grinding in while doing quests because hey, I can get some exp and only need to take five seconds per encounter rather than closer to a minute, avoiding the boredom factor caused by your opponent not being an actual threat. Or by being able to blaze through opponents that are hard to avoid while on the way to a quest battle.

It lessens the time you spend on fights that would just be needlessly drawn out and allows you to more quickly get through quests that are likely more interesting, or get to the real intense 'go down you bastard or so help me' fights that are where the game has really been shining for me.

#achi plays #monster hunter stories 2 #there hasn't been a boss or quest fight i haven't come out of feeling like i accomplished something #and i don't know if it's good game balancing or me being underleveled but whatever it is i like it #pokemon and digimon struggle with your best option normally just being 'pick an attack and keep using it' #but the system in mhs avoids that in a really compelling way

[codenamesazanka]

I like Chapter 394, I like that Ochako finally took a chance to try to talk and connect to Toga, I like that Ochako tried to empathize with Toga and to see her as someone worth— maybe not saving, exactly, but worth giving empathy and compassion to, even if she is a Villain, even if she has done terrible things. Someone worth allowing dignity.

I do feel like this realization is a bit… overdue. Ochako acknowledges this herself - it might have been too late for a talk. The signs where there from the beginning, but it took her so long to notice. She had avoid really considering Toga Himiko until the last possible second.

This realization as a climax in a narrative does work, technically. You had:

the problem (What’s the deal with Toga Himiko and how do we stop her),

the rising action (Making a plan to confront Toga Himiko, fighting through to clones to reach Toga Himiko, trying to figure out Toga Himiko),

and so the climax is the solution - We stopped Toga Himiko by talking to her, realizing she’s been afraid that she’s not cute she’s considered not human, and so reassured her that she’s human.

But the way all this has been executed feels… off.

Because there’s very little about the villains that we the audience don’t already know, but there’s a lot about the villains that the Heroes haven’t even got a clue of. The audience have known the basic facts; and then we were just waiting for the Heroes to play catch up, to learn what we learned and to realize what we’ve realized nearly 200 chapters ago. Waiting for the Heroes to gain that knowledge, then use it to win the battle.

As it is, Ochako has finally realized that Toga has a strange instinct for blood that impairs her life and relationships, that Toga has not had an easy life because of it, that Toga wanted and needed human connection. All that is great, it’s exactly what was needed to de-escalate the situation and stop Toga at the moment.

And yet something feels lacking. Ochako still has no knowledge of how Toga’s parents treated her, or how quirk counseling did more harm than good, or even exactly why and how much Jin meant to Toga. She understand a bit of Toga’s problem now, and? How will she solve the rest of the problem?

In a way, I guess this is realistic. You don’t need to know everything about a person to help them. You can’t know everything about a person, and you make do with what you have. And a Hero should be willing to help someone even with limited information.

For a story, though, about flawed systems, and the societal accumulation of pain and injustice, and human connections, it’s rather unsatisfactory. What is Ochako, as a Hero who participates in the system and perpetuates it’s justice, willing to do about the root causes that created Toga Himiko? Will she get angry about the abusive parents and the quirk counseling and the overall intolerance of quirk society, these injustices that she as a Hero should stop? How will she truly stop the threat of ‘Toga Himiko’ - the threat of another ostracized, abused child pushed to the edge and lashing out as a result? Is she even aware of how big this is?

Ochako’s realization here is important! It’s the first step. But it’s a tiny part of a bigger epiphany to be had. It feels like she hasn’t reached the true climax.

#nalslastworkingbraincell #Toga Himiko #Uraraka Ochako #bnha #mha #heroaca

[boltun-tkn]

"why do u dislike the dragunov/raven story so much?"

thats easy, this man who i just call sergei is one of the most neglected characters story wise i have seen, its bad enough how from all the existing endings, I love this character so much but this is so frustrating

only one ending from all of them is canon (one of the tekken 7 ones) i dont know if maven survived yet, no clue, who knows if she didn't and raven wants revenge or some shit??? even tho she is kind of a dick (she calls raven an imbecile lmao)

the tekken 5 ending isn't canon because he didnt capture devil jin but still added this cliff hanger with the glowing eyes wich is fucking stupid, people kept wondering what that thing is but it doesn't matter because THIS ENDING ISNT CANON

both tekken 6 endings aren't because he didn't beat the big monster (I cant spell his name and idc)

the TTT2 isn't because, bruh why, alisa is working for jin and her dad, sergei is against jin, but the concept is shit too, I hate it and the comments people make about it (replace her with jack and jane helps or something, problem solved) i dont even like alisa, or this combination, i dont take criticism lmao

not even any special team win poses, no alternative interactions, just alisa? thats all? wow thanks namco we dont talk about bryan btw I hate him too, gross ass character

its so stupid how at least raven I had somewhat a relevance in the main story, but when it comes to the focus on his confrontations with sergei, nothing happens, he tried to stop him in tekken 5 and ended up getting stomped, yea thats the ending for ya

he tried to stop him in tekken 6, it only ends with one of them getting away and the other one doesnt, but thats also where it ends, the outcome of him trying to solve the issue in russia that was going on isnt explained, like bitch I DONT KNOW, TEKKEN 7 JUST CUTS TO HIM BEING SENT HERE AGAIN BUT NOBODY EXPLAINS SHIT

BRUH i remember getting excited in late 2014 about the big announcement that is this game, waited 3 years, just to see it once again, this time its a woman, she just appears and tries to stop him, but from what? ah right they never cared to explain, it just ends again with one person winning and the other one doesnt, its tekken 6 all over again

these two had a backstory on how they met, yea I kept waiting for further details and got sick of it, I dont care anymore

thats my concern for tekken 8, just this big pile of nothing again, or is there some effort for once? i doubt it, its like watching tom and jerry, iust chasing eachother

i give up, to me this lore died, this is why this isnt even canon to me and I just try to find a alternative way that could work well, no ravens, im just doing my own fun concept with it now and think of what could work instead with sergei

TL,DR nothing happens since 2005 thats why im so sick of this shit

#tekken #sergei dragunov #raven #master raven #enjoy this shitty rant

[lokai-fi]

Underdog

Hongjoong x reader

Genre: fluff, f2l boxer!Hongjoong absolute cheesy ending but we love it anyway

W/c: 1.7k 

C/w: mentions of blood

~Masterlist~

I just love pre fighter days hongjoong, and boxer hongjoong, really any hongjoong :)

You’d seen a lot of people walk through those gym doors. But never someone quite like him. You stood back and watched him for a moment. Small, folded in on himself and flinching at every crack of gloves against a heavy bag. It was very clear that even he didn’t know how he ended up here. But the dried up blood coming from his nose made you think it might have been intentional. 

“You lost?” you called out with a sigh.

You watched him jump and frantically look for where that voice came from. 

You let out a breathy laugh and stepped back from the sparring match you had been watching. 

“I said-” His eyes finally found you and you swore you could see his body tense up even further. 

“You lost?”

“N-No, no. I uh, I meant to come here. I just uh.” he was looking anywhere but you. 

“Just?” you crossed your arms, holding back a smirk when he finally realized you were standing in front of him. 

“J-j-just uhm. I-”

“What happened to your nose?” he flinched when you grabbed his chin to get a closer look.

“I got in-into a fight-”

“Clearly. You win at least?”

“Wha- no! I wasn’t trying-Ah! Fuckin!” he yelped out as you pressed down on the bridge of his nose. 

“You’re in luck, it’s not broken. Come on, I’ll patch ya up.” you said with a few pats on his arm. 

He let out a small groan as he held his nose, watching you walk away through teary eyes. 

“You coming or not?” you called over your shoulder, he merely nodded. 

“Sit.” you stated as you pointed to the cluttered metal desk. He obliged, continuously checking if his nose had started bleeding again. 

“So.” 

He flushes as you make your way between his legs to get a better look at his nose. 

“Relax kid.” you chuckle out.

“Sorry.” he mumbles but he notices your hands are gentler than they were moments ago. 

“So you want to tell me why you’re here?”

He’s not quite sure where to begin. Does he give you his life story? More recent events? He chews on his lip while you wait for an answer. 

He doesn’t realize he’s taken the whole time to think until you step away, a few bloody tissues in your hand. He can see the gauze in his line of sight and he hates it. 

“Thanks. I-I’m Hongjoong by the way.”

You give him half a smile while you clean up, “Y/n. Listen Hongjoong. Next time this happens you go to a doctor. You don’t just wander in here, or any other boxing gym and expect this to happen.”

“No, that’s not why I came here.”

“So what’s the reason then?”

Hongjoong takes a deep breath, trying to stop his fists from clenching. “I want to learn how to fight.”

“Because you keep getting into fights?”

He nods, he’s almost excited that you get it. At least till you start shaking your head. 

“There’s a martial arts studio a few blocks over. Ask for Choi San, great guy. He’ll teach you all about self defense.”

“Wh-what about here?”

“This isn’t the place for you.”

 He’s dumbfounded by what you’re saying. His mouth just hangs open as you pack up the medical box and turn to walk away. He’s on your heels like a little puppy.

“But I want to fight.”

“What you want is self defense. Look around, we don’t do that here.”

Hongjoong glances around again and he’s pretty sure he can’t count a single person without a scar or with a uniform on. But fighting is fighting right? There can’t be much difference. 

He didn’t have to voice it, you saw it all over his face.

“Unless you want to fight in the ring, I suggest you go to Choi.”

“The ring?”

You point to the two sparring behind you, watching Hongjoong pale with each hit. 

“Go to Choi, and ice your nose for the rest of the night.”

“But I want to fight!”

“Hongjoong I don’t know shit about you but what I can tell you is that you think coming in here to learn how to fight is going to solve your problems. It’s not. You’re scrawny, you’re an easy target and it pisses you off. I get it. But beating the shit out of someone on the streets is not going to make you feel as good as you think it will.”

“But wouldn’t it stop them?”

“Maybe, at least till they found a bigger guy. Then what?”

“Then I fight harder?”

“Why are you asking me?”

Hongjoong has to fight back his frustrations with you, “Because I want you to give me a chance! I’m so tired of being the punching bag and the butt of the jokes. I want to show them that I’m… something.” his breath catches at the last word and he looks away from you again to hide the tears stinging his eyes. 

You give him one last look over, tongue pressing hard against your cheek. Your father had never turned anyone away before, you couldn’t start now. 

“Four a.m, tomorrow. If you’re even a minute late you won’t step foot in the gym.”

~~~~

“You’re late!” Hongjoong shouted once he finally saw you walking up to the gym doors at five. You took a sip of your coffee and nodded, unlocking the doors in the process. 

“But you’re still here aren’t you.”

“I-”

“Five laps around the building.”

Hongjoong raised a brow at you when you turned back towards him. 

“Go.”

He was heaving as he made his way into the gym.

“Not much of a runner huh?”

“Since when… does running…have anything to do… with fighting.”

“You kind of need stamina to survive in the ring.” you chuckle as you lead him over to the heavy bag he was cringing over yesterday. You stood behind the bag to brace it. 

“Show me your jab.”

“My what?”

“Oh no….”

You think he threw up at least four times in the few hours he spent there. But you had to give it to him, he was persistent. You could see the drive in his eyes when he tells you that he wants to keep going, despite being sprawled out on the floor.

Hongjoong just stares at his hands as he slowly clenches and unclenches them. He’s pretty sure they’re broken. 

“They’ll be sore for the first week or two.” you hum as you take a seat next to him and offer him food and water. 

“How are you feeling?”

“Like I want to die.” Hongjoong answers with a mouth full of food. He swallows and looks back at you. “What’s next?”

You laugh and watch what’s going on in the ring in front of you before answering.

“Nothing, you’re done for the day.”

Hongjoong clears his throat, “So? Did I pass?”

You let out another chuckle and face him once again. “You have a lot to work on but yes. I’ll get you set up with a coach and you’ll start working towards your first fight.”

“You’re not my coach?”

“No, someone has to manage this place. Kang will be your coach. He’s the best I got so you’ll be in good hands.

Even now, Hongjoong fondly remembers the warm smile you gave him that morning, “Welcome to the family.”

Hongjoong lost his first nine fights. And while the pain was awful, the cracked ribs were nothing compared to the disappointment in your eyes with each loss. You were losing faith in him, he could hear it clear as day as you patched him up in utter silence.

“Sorry.” he croaks out and you hush him immediately.     

“You wanted to fight for the underdogs right?”

Hongjoong nods, grunting as you jab him in the chest, “Then fucking act like it and get out of your own head. Otherwise you’re done fighting with us.”

Kim Hongjoong wins his tenth match with a sudden knock out that no one was expecting. But the cheers and the money doesn’t matter because he’s looking at you, and you’re grinning ear to ear.

He holds onto that moment, two years later as he’s preparing for the final championship. Yeosang wraps his hands, going on about his opponent but Hongjoong doesn’t hear a word, he’s just focused on you. You’re tired and stressed, he can see it in every move you make.

~~~

“Everyone’s bet against you Joong!” you shout as you flush out the gash on his cheek. He shakes his head as you speak, eyes finally landing on you.

“Why?”

“Doesn’t matter why. Show them they were wrong.” 

He nods, slipping his mouth guard back in as he readies himself for the third round. He’s not who he used to be, he’s grown, physically and mentally. You’ve told him time and time again. He didn’t even see the hook coming for his ribs. You’ve been there for every practice, every breakdown, every victory. He lets out a grunt as he feels a pop. You confided in him when you found out the gym was being bought out. You cried into his chest because you trusted him enough, because he earned your trust. He barely blocked the cross, his head reeling back from a sneaky jab. He heard your curses from the sidelines as if you were whispering in his ear. His opponent couldn’t wipe the shitty smirk off his face and Hongjoong knew it was pissing you off. That he was pissing you off. 

The bell rang and he was back in his corner.

“What’s going on?”

“Can’t think straight.”

“What could possibly be on your mind that’s so fucking distracting?”

“You.”

The two of you freeze, he had intended on confessing after he won, but this works too. 

“Don’t be stupid.” you say with the shake of your head but Hongjoong can see just how flustered you are. 

“Stupidly in love.”

“Hongjoong!”

“Say it back and I’ll win.”

“Wha- I?”

“Say it back.”

“Love you, you idiot.”

“Now mean it.”

You flick his forehead with enough force for him to wince under you “You really expect me to put a whole confession in twenty seconds?!”

“Fifteen, better hurry.”

“God I hate you.” you mutter before crashing your lips against his. Hongjoong’s quick to pull you in and deepen the kiss. He doesn’t care to hide his desperation for you nor does he care who’s watching.

He pulls away to see you fighting back a smile.

“If that’s a hate kiss then I can’t wait to see what I get when I win.”

You shove his mouthguard back in and leave a quick peck to the tip of his nose.

“Then hurry up and find out.”

#hongjoong #kim hongjoong #hongjoong x reader #hongjoong fluff #hongjoong angst #ateez fluff #ateez angst #ateez drabbles #ateez oneshot #ateez imagines #boxer hongjoong #kpop drabbles

[stillness-in-green]

Wait wait wait if spinaraki is one of three pillars what are the other two

(Re: my tags on this post.)

Ahahaha, well, actually, what I was referring to there was my quip about betting on friendship in a Shonen Jump manga—one of the three pillars of Shonen Jump:

If you google those three terms + Shonen Jump, you can find more in-depth discussion, but basically, they're the themes that manga serialized in SJ generally aim for, not necessarily because it's a strict editorial mandate or anything, so much as because those are just viewed as the most key themes that make a Shonen Jump manga—well, a Shonen Jump manga. This sense of identity accounts for a lot of the traits of the “Shonen Jump main character” archetype, as well as the expected presence of “nakama”-type characters, and plenty of other tropes that you might think of as being synonymous with shonen manga in general.

The importance of this ethos factors into some of my frustrations with Deku, actually. While he had to put in lots and lots of hard work in the early parts of the manga, since acclimating to OFA, there’s been considerably less Effort going into his victories.  It’s part of the conflict between his relationship with his classmates and the secrecy All Might demands, too, a tension that comes to a head in the Deku vs. 1-A fight, but that doesn't really continue on to a better place, I don't think.

If you look at where the three tenets are in that fight, it’s clear from the beginning who’s going to win.  Deku might be putting in Effort, but so are the rest of the kids, and it’s really obvious where the Power of Friendship is between the kid trying fiercely to go it alone vs. nineteen kids working together for a single goal and with the value of their bonds burning in their hearts.  Effort + Friendship = Victory, see?

Even after having proven the supremacy of friendship-based teamwork, though, the characters in-universe (especially the adults) continue putting Deku on this pedestal as the character who'll solve their Shigaraki problem and the kids just kind of—let this happen.

Well, I could elaborate on that more, but EH. That's not why I nor you are here. So to refocus, one of the things that makes the League of Villains so interesting and unique as SJ villains go is how they interact with the three pillars. Villains don't, as a general rule! A key part of having protagonists that express Friendship, Effort and Victory is contrasting them against villains who express the opposite of those things. And, indeed, many villains in BNHA work in exactly that way: AFO has to work for very little, Overhaul is very much not here to make friends (though some of his minions are a different story; the trash trio are very interesting in this context), and so on.

The League, however, is different. That’s most clear in the My Villain Academia arc, with Shigaraki being emblematic of Effort, with hints of Friendship here and there, Spinner’s Friendship taking the form of devotion that powers his Efforts, and Twice being a beacon of both.  Mr. Compress’s faith and self-sacrifice (Friendship+Effort) are instrumental in the villains’ escape from Jakku.  Toga’s grief over losing Twice (Friendship) is pivotal in her endgame arc.  Dabi is pretty bad at the Friendship angle (it’s what most clearly sets him apart from the rest of the League), but he’s a monster when it comes to Effort, pushing through a lifetime of pain because giving up might as well mean dying (and dying absolutely means giving up).

Looking more closely at Spinner and Shigaraki, you can read large chunks of their character arcs through this lens.

Shigaraki starts the story as a cranky and entitled manchild, unpleasantly demanding towards the few people he’s close to; he also bails on USJ once the odds turn against him.  Having thus no Friendship to speak of and being disinclined to bother with Effort, of course he can’t obtain Victory.  His lack of determination is one of the things Deku critiques in their mall encounter; during the training camp, Kurogiri asks if he views the Vanguard Action Squad as merely pawns.  Losing AFO at Kamino deprives Shigaraki of his reset button, meaning he will need to put in more Effort to secure Victory, since there will be no one around to mitigate his defeats anymore.

In the Hassaikai arc, we see him develop an understanding of his team and begin to clarify his ideology, demonstratively opening up to Toga and Twice, and trusting in their Friendship and Effort as the basis of the plan that culminates in the highway attack.  A few months later, Gigantomachia pushes him to extremes like never before, with the place of belonging he offered Twice in particular being key in the League overcoming the MLA.

This arc of finding comrades (Friendship) and discovering the beliefs he’s willing to fight for (Effort) delivers him to a decisive victory (you get the gist) at Deika.

This arc is also why I find the possession plot so frustrating and underwhelming—Shigaraki being subjugated by All For One, his friends scattered and used, feels violently at odds with the way Shigaraki engaged with the three tenets up to this point.  Like, why did we even spend so much time on Shigaraki’s Efforts and Friendships if him spending two years and 85 chapters of the climax as a damsel thanks to AFO is all it was going to amount to?  So I’m very much hoping him taking back control will get us in a better spot going forward, even if I’m skeptical that it’ll be able to wholly undo the damage.

As to Spinner, his arc begins with him being inspired by Stain’s willingness to strive even when he’s one man against the whole world; this admiration of Effort is what leads Spinner to the League, while his sense that his Effort is being wasted is what drives his confrontation with Shigaraki in Chapter 220.  He’s struck to empathy after hearing Shigaraki speak of being empty, however, and seeing Shigaraki’s Efforts lead to Victory in Deika solidifies his loyalty (Friendship). That keen understanding of Shigaraki leads to him being able to wake Shigaraki at Jakku, avoiding a defeat if not securing a victory; his enduring loyalty then leads him into AFO’s hands.

In the last scene we’ve gotten of him thus far, all three tenets are on display: his dedication to Shigaraki drives him to power through heroic opposition and his own fragmenting mind to wake Kurogiri with a plea that’s based in his love of Shigaraki and the League; Kurogiri being woken is directly responsible for Shigaraki being returned to full power just as he also returns to his own mind.

Friendship mixed with Effort leads to Victory—that progression is what I was specifically thinking about when I said I felt pretty good about betting on Friendship in a Shonen Jump comic, and made the quippy tag about the three pillars.

That's the serious answer. See here for the funny/fannish one.

#bnha #the three jump pillars #shigaraki tomura #iguchi shuuichi #bnha spinner #stillness answers

[jheselbraum]

The Yiga Clan read to me as a group of people who, at one point, had legitimate grievances against Hyrule, but over the century of them... Basically winning? Like age of calamity be damned they didn't actually canonically have much of a role in the Calamity, but. The guy they were rooting for won, so that's something. And in the century that passed since their guy won, they came under the control of an underqualified nepo baby and became the banana loving fools we know and love today.

Like everyone always talks about "addressing the problems with Hyrule" in botwtotk and I understand why some folks would prefer a dark and edgy completely serious Yiga Clan that addresses those things, but you know what character actually fucking does something about Hyrules government sucking ass? Zelda. Zelda and Link are our focal characters for addressing Hyrule's bullshit and for some reason that doesn't seem to... Count. Which is weird, because where else is this criticism supposed to come from? She's one of the only people left who fucking remembers it, the central government of Hyrule hasn't existed for a century, not even the Hylians really give a shit about it in game! The Sheikah are chilling in their village, the only other race that regularly interacts with Hylians at all are the Gerudo, and the Gerudo are very much in charge of that interaction since they still have their government. The Zora and the Gorons interact with Hylians so infrequently they often forget basic human anatomy and while the Rito are a bit better in that regard, Revali is our focal point for Rito opinions on Hylians so that's covered.

Like the Yiga Clan dont have a Hylian government to oppose in botw! Why would they stop and talk about how shitty it is? It's gone! It doesn't exist! It hasn't existed for a hundred years! They fucking won! They have their status quo in botw and are fighting to keep that status quo. And in totk they're... Building robots that Ganondorf doesn't want BUT MORE IMPORTANTLY they're specifically on a revenge quest to get Links ass and they're trying to get back into the swing of things with the whole "oh wait our guy might... Lose" thing and now that they're getting serious they're much more formidable opponents! But even then, whe one could argue that they have more of a Hylian government to oppose in totk, a) you'd have to argue that what Zelda is doing is establishing a central government at all and not just managing shipping logistics and supervising archaeological digs between sidequests, b) totk practically drills it into our heads that everyone loves Zelda to the point where Ganondorf has to disguise himself as her to get anything done because Zelda's whole thing is not subjecting anyone else to the bullshit she went through. Like six of the seven major people groups in Hyrule actively support Zelda's "y'all do whatever" style of monarchy, if it can even be called monarchy because let's face it, Zelda is only the princess because her pronouns are "the princess," Dr who style. And finally c) botw and totk both establish that Zelda is fucking chill with tech so aside from the "killing her" part the original fucking issue that caused the Yiga Clan to split off from the Sheikah is solved with Zelda in charge anyway.

I dunno, I think that, while fun and therefore the correct choice, Kohga's inclusion in Age of Calamity cheapened the Yiga in a lot of people's minds because they can't recognize a story choice to ignore basic logic that was made in service of including a fan favorite character in a game where the selling point is you get to play as your favorite characters. Like, like no we see people who were alive during the Calamity and barring Purah's laser induced lolita bullshit they're all old as fuck, I'm sorry but Kohga was not in charge of the Yiga Clan pre-calamity, the ruthless Yiga Clan assassins who almost took out Zelda in that one cutscene are not the same Yiga Clan that we encounter in the actual botw gameplay they are a century removed from the source of their sociopolitical motivations

The Yiga Clan aren't vessels through which to critique the Hylian government, Zelda does that just fine, and I think while it's fun to explore what that would've looked like it distracts from what they actually are.

The Yiga Clan are a death cult that got what they wanted, and I think that's way more interesting.

[aphra7]

Danger v. Danger

My origin story is purple ponytail Butter Jungkook. I was hooked by the lip the moment he autoplay sauntered across my screen while I was innocently scrolling Facebook (of all places) and then YouTube suggested ON and one video led to another and the next thing I knew I’d forked $22 over to Weverse so that I could call myself a card-carrying ARMY. Literally the same day. And then Sowoozoo (Miami JK) happened and someone on Reddit was like “hey you should watch My Time” and I have been mainlining Bangtan ever since. But it took me forever to explore content as far back as the Dark & Wild era because when I went back that far, Jungkook was just so damn young. It was too weird.

Yeah haha very funny.

With time, however, I realized that my true primary affections lay with Jin, because Jin is total husband material, and he was already a hot grownup when Dark & Wild came out. Problem solved!

Not sure how I slept on this Seokjin. Forgive me, my darling.

I still love you, Jungkook. It’s just, I’m married now.

Anyway, all of Dark & Wild is great, but I have an inordinate fondness for Danger. First, it sounds like a long-lost Michael Jackson song, and I am an OG MJ fan. Second, the guyliner. So good. Finally, my absolute favorite form of BTS content is performance videos, and there are a million bazillion performances of Danger.

My original plan was to rank every performance of Danger, and I began that project, but it turns out that Tumblr won’t let me link that many videos in a single post and its UI sucks too bad for me to break what I already have into multiple posts. I might still finish someday, but in the meantime, why don’t we put the video for Korean Danger up against Japanese Danger and see who wins.

First up: Korean Danger

This video features members doing things that are things other members do. Jimin is boxing instead of Jungkook. Jungkook is playing the piano instead of Yoongi. Taehyung is cutting his own hair instead of Jin. Jin is wearing a muscle shirt instead of Namjoon. Namjoon is brooding, which is something he does, but he is also tattooing himself, which I cannot in five million years imagine him actually doing. Only Yoongi (basketball) and Hoseok (dancing) are engaged in on-brand activities.

The angst is so thick, it’s chewy.

Something is wrong; there’s a palpable sense of unease throughout that isn’t resolved. The lighting is mood and the stakes seem high. They are all suffering, but you don’t know why. You can almost see HYYH and its neverending cycle of misery* on the horizon.

They’re… in danger.

* Don’t @ me. I love HYYH.

The challenger: Japanese Danger

What is with this thumbnail?

I usually avoid Japanese versions of Korean songs because they weird me out, but I love that BTS often goes to the trouble of making separate, fully-realized videos for the Japanese versions. They look incredible in this. The lighting is better than in the Korean video. (I’m a sucker for high contrast.) The choreo is much easier to follow and the vibe (other than dance Hobi’s accusatory expression, seriously, I never want to be on Hoseok’s bad side) just feels different. And there’s a storyline. The underground club gang fight/dance battle subplot with Tae waiting fruitlessly for some girl (probably) to message him back is low-stakes, easy to follow, and satisfyingly resolved.

Also, how cute is baby JayKaaaaaaaayyyyyyy?

The club sequence begins with young thug Jimin busting the door open (I cry) and ends with Tae apparently triumphing in a rap battle. (Did Tae write this storyline?) It’s so good! There’s a happy ending! I love this story! Who needs girls? Not rap king Taehyung!

The verdict:

I realize this is a spicy take, but based purely on the videos, Japanese Danger is the superior Danger.

The settings are better.

The styling is better.

I can see the choreo better.

Jin is extra super hot in this version. It’s not just me, look at the comments. BACK OF THE LINE PEOPLE HE’S MINE

There’s an actual story instead of just “wow these guys sure do have a lot of feelings.” Not that there’s anything wrong with guys having a lot of feelings.

The climax of Japanese Danger is Tae winning a rap battle. The climax of Korean Danger is… he cuts his hair. Which I can’t take seriously because I watched the behind so I know he accidentally did cut his actual hair and not just the forelock toupee, so it makes me giggle every time.

The only better things about Korean Danger is it’s in Korean (I will only suffer through the disorientation of listening to the Japanese version for the sake of watching the video) and Namjoon’s hair. I love his edgy Japanese Danger hair, but I have a real soft spot for the soft serve/Marilyn Monroe look.

Who in their right mind would give Namjoon a tattoo gun?

I take no pleasure in this verdict. I’m Korean-American and never willingly admit that anything Japanese is better, ever, due to the traditional enmity between our peoples. I will entertain arguments in the comments, if anyone has any. But I’m not wrong.

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#bts #bangtan #danger #dark & wild

[rendy-a]

Hello, hello! It's so nice to see you write for the pet au. You write really well too! I find myself gushing with every post you come up with, haha! XD

I'd like to request for some headcanons where Trey, Ruggie, and Azul are bought by a master that's often forgetful and likes to daydream, just very deattached from reality overall. How will these pets handle such a master? I'm interested to find out your take~

Thank you in advance! <3

Ah, my first ask!  How exciting 😊.  I’m glad you are enjoying my take on the Pet AU.  I am trying hard to make sure I do it justice.

A master who lives in their own world of daydreams.  Most would choose a companion type pet to be a dedicated secretary for such a forgetful master.  For a house pet like Trey, Ruggie and Azul, its an added challenge they must tackle.

It’s less like you need a pet and more like you need a big brother.  Luckily for you, Trey has that covered!  You’re just another one of his adorable little siblings to look out for!

He’ll encourage you to sit at the counter while he bakes the day’s meal.  Go ahead and tell him your rambling stories, he doesn’t mind at all.  The way your train of thought wanders is just so cute!  You probably forget what you were trying to say by the end of it but…that’s just perfect because it’s time to try a cookie fresh from the oven anyway!

Trey is also on top of reminding you about all the little things you need to do.  Did you send that Thank You card for the birthday gift?  How about that early morning meeting you have tomorrow?  Better go to be early!  And his absolute must-do, brushing your teeth!  Do you need him to give you a step-by-step on all the best tips for good oral hygiene?  He is happy to do it.

Trey also has another side though.  Just like any overprotective big brother, he sometimes likes to keep things from you…for your own good!  If he judges a task to be something he doesn’t think you should do, he will just not remind you about it.  That lunch with your old high school friend that always seems to put you down, looks like he also “forgot” when that was supposed to happen.  Guess you missed that, huh?  Maybe next time… Don’t be sad Master, I’ll bake you a tarte to cheer you up.  Come, tell me a story while I start the oven.

What ever possessed a sweet innocent daydreamer like you to adopt a con man like Ruggie?  You are a textbook odd couple, a total mismatched pair!  Not that he doesn’t try to clean up his act but…you make it so hard. 

Sometimes you’ll give him treats and then…forget you’ve just given him a treat.  Now you are asking Ruggie if he wants a second doughnut for being such a good boy?  Is…is this a trick?  He will resist this time but honestly master, he can only take so much!

And then there are the reminders you need for your forgetfulness.  Does he remind you?  Of course!  He is fond of his sweet master, after all.  Just don’t think he doesn’t get anything out of it!  He has a skill for bringing things up with such perfect timing to get out of things or save himself effort.  Bath time?  Oh, but wait master, didn’t you need to call your granny tonight?  Guess bath time will have to wait for later.  Or don’t you need to go downtown now?  Guess he can ride with you to do his shopping then.  Shishishi!

The one thing Ruggie won’t stand for, though, is to have anyone else take advantage of you.  Did you already pay for your coffee?  Yes master, he remembers and…maybe he should do your morning coffee run from now on.  Just relax and look out the window for a bit.  Ruggie will be right back.  Got your head in the clouds again master?  Don’t worry about it, I’ve got your back.

You are quite a problem for Azul to solve.  He is so desperately trying to win your attention and then these sorts of things happen.  Did you see that!?  He managed to levitate every single plate you dropped and get them all set on the table before any of the food even spilled and…you are just distractedly gazing into space.  Ok then, maybe next time.  Ah master, that task you set him to is complete.  All your socks are arranged perfectly by color, seasonal use and material.  Oh…you don’t remember asking him to organize your socks…well silly him.  He spends a lot of time in his octopot getting over the disappointment.

Where he has more success is in keeping you on schedule.  It is in Azul’s nature to make careful plans, for himself and now for you too.  He has long since discovered the best way to track all your appointments and deliver you timely reminders for them.  Even though its taxing to send so many updates, when you get home with the milk AND the bread AND the cereal, well it feels like a big win to you both.

Everything you put him through is worth it, when you give him one of those soft smiles and tell him all your thoughts.  Your dreams are always so interesting to him.  Such imaginative ideas and never with any judgement.  Azul thinks the world would be wonderful if it was just the way it is in your dream.  As he listens to your rambles, he secretly tries to plan ways to make your impossible daydreams come true.  Maybe someday I’ll be part of your world Master.

#twst #twst wonderland #pet au #trey clover #ruggie bucchi #azul ashengrotto #twisted wonderland

[acaseforpencils]

Victoria Roberts Talks about Animation.

Today's interview on Case is a little bit different—I had been seeing Victoria's lovely animations on Instagram, and asked her if she might be interested in talking about them on here. She kindly obliged, so I sent her a loose list of questions to consider, and she sent me back such an incredible rumination on her experiences that I replied back to her "This is so cool! You are so cool!" because though I was expecting something incredible (Victoria being Victoria after all!), it wouldn't be dramatic for me say that I was thunderstruck! Anyways, I hope you all enjoy reading what she has to say as much as I did! —Jane

Find this print here!

On Animation

I’m so fortunate to be working on what I love.

It’s been a long haul in a way. I came to New York City from Sydney, Australia, because I wanted to run away with the Wooster Group-that is, do theatre. Or film. I was already a cartoonist, and I became one under contract to The New Yorker, an enormous privilege, thirty odd years ago.

But since last month, thanks to a software named Callipeg, I make an animated short every week, for which I do the voices, called “Axolotl Mondays.” Finally, I’m in the movies!

To be a performer and tell stories, or at least vignettes, is my passion. At nineteen, with $5000 from the Creative Development Fund of The Australia Council, we made “Goodbye Sally Goldstein”, a five minute animated film. I had three collaborators:

Rob Rogers, composer and musician, Kathryn Pentecost, and Jacqueline Field who drew and painted. From the sound recording, inking and painting, to the shoot, it took six months to complete. My favourite task in all of this was doing the sound breakdown, which consisted of manually running the soundtrack tape through a reader (not sure what the device was called) and jotting down the length of each sound so that you could animate to the soundtrack.

David Deneen founder of Film Graphics was my inspiration and coach. What I knew about animation came from time spent over the school holidays in his studio thanks to my mum, who worked in advertising and got me the gig. They were making an animated ad for Witchy Brew, an ice cream, and I remember they said it wasn’t until they boiled spaghetti that they got the right sound for the witch’s cauldron. 

Every animator had a different style, and each animator’s desk, covered in drawings, felt like a different universe. Val Udowenko and Don Mackinnon were stars in this creative shop that went on to win the Academy Award for Bruce Petty’s “Leisure” in 1976, Best Short Film. To watch David Deneen solve a problem from idea, to script, to film, was my university. 

I left school at sixteen and got a job painting cels for Hannah Barbera. The studio was run by Zoran Janjic, and his mum Zora, ran the painting department. Her “quiet girls please!” in a rich Yugoslavian accent resounded often. It was a big studio.

Sometimes we were on a network deadline so tight that Bill Hannah came to Sydney. We were paid per painted cel, working overtime, and we would try to get scenes with many mouths, as lips were very quick to paint. We stayed in over lunchtime and Mr. Hannah ordered in for us, fried chicken and coleslaw. “Would anybody like more slaw?” he offered, and the painting department cracked up at his American pronounciation of “slaaaaaaaaaaw.”

Again I had the good fortune to hear the soundtrack for a series called “Wait ‘til Your Father Comes Home,” an animated sitcom. I loved the soundtracks, and again remember the sound more than the drawings, and longed to be a creator of some sort.

Some characters come to the world with more dialogue than others. A cartoon strip though roomier than a gag cartoon with a drawing and one line of dialogue, isn’t enough space still for some characters like Nona Appleby, an Australian octogenarian character I have drawn since I was 16. Finally I started to play her on stage, and that gave Nona the opportunity to say everything that is in her heart (it’s a lot!). I maintain that I am a vessel, and the characters do all of the work. 

“Axolotl Mondays” is mid-step between the page and theatre. There is the element of time in a video, which is delicate and wonderful. A friend gave me gift of a six week editing course at MEWSHOP in New York City, which gave me a very good base for cutting and thinking about time. We learned at one of their lectures that “Annie Hall” started out as a film with a stream of consciousness dialogue, but that Diane Keaton’s performances were so extraordinary that it became another film in the editing room. I mention this to underline the malleability, possibility and difficulty of film.

These videos start out with a soundtrack usually, but I learn something new each week about how movement and time on screen works. My animation style is very basic, which fortunately suits my drawing style. It’s detail and timing, and other possibilities which I am learning about that make a piece “sing.” As with most of my work, I rarely know what I am doing. It’s the mystery, the discovery, that keep me on board. 

Callipeg is like having an old-style animation studio at your fingertips. Everything is done on the iPad. It’s so much faster than paper and cels, and cameras-and so accessible. Really a beautiful software, plus the creator’s tutorials are delivered in a native French accent!

Instagram Links:

Kathryn Pentecost is at BohemianPalaceof Art

Rob Rogers is rogers_bob

Jacqueline Field

Don Mackinnon

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#artists on tumblr #victoria roberts cartoonist #victoria roberts #animation #victoria roberts animation

[rainingskyguy]

✎ for the ask game, please! and i want to add an (optional) challenge ✹ how would you rewrite the plot of That which we are where Aizen is the MC and Urahara/someone else is the villain

(we know he can follow orders when he feel he has to ¯\_(ツ)_/¯… shit, now i’m inspiring myself?

Answering asks 3 months late as always--

✎ how do you think readers would guess a fic was yours if you posted anonymously?

… The funniest part about participating in an anonymous exchange was seeing my friends trying and failing to guess which fic was mine.

I guess what I’m trying to say is I have no clue LMAO. Maybe the melancholic vibes? A lot of my works have a bittersweet air to them, maybe? Or so I’ve been told???

Also I probably am writing a rareship, that’s way more telling lmao.

✹ how would you rewrite the plot of That which we are where Aizen is the MC and Urahara/someone else is the villain

[goes look up the fic bc I don’t remember what it’s about]

Ohhhhh, Aizen going “I’m so manipulative, look at me gathering my own band of misfits that I will protect from the Gotei and… wait… are these… FEELINGS???” Local madman defeated by the found family trope. It would be both funnier and sadder, I think.

Because ultimately we know how the story ends, Aizen loses his family, the good guys win, and Urahara seals him away, alone for eternity.

(Except maybe one of the Espada gets sealed with him. Except maybe Ichigo sees the loneliness in his eyes and wonders if this is truly the only way to solve things. Except maybe not all Espada die, and they make it Ichigo’s problem.)

Thanks for the ask! This was very fun, also I'm making eyes at you, tell me what inspired in you, friend :eyes:

Ask Game

#RSG Answers #RSG Asks #Bleach #fic ask game #ask game #if anyone knows a tell from my writing let me know lmao

[serenanymph]

writeblr positivity tag

tagged by the lovely @macabremoons! gently tagging @lyssa-ink, @reneesbooks, @scroll-of-aves, @space-writes, and anyone else who wants to hop in! this is gonna be a long one so I'm gonna leave it under the cut.

1. What motivates you to write?

All the lovely comments I get!! I honestly just love seeing how people react to my writing. Also just thinking about my characters in general. They're just a bunch of silly little guys <3 (they are unbelievably traumatized). And thinking about those specific few scenes I'll get to write later in the book too!!!

2. A line/short snippet of your writing that you are most proud/happy of. If not maybe share a line of someone else's work you love (just please credit them)

Uhh honestly I have mostly forgotten and all the good lines really only make sense with context, but I guess I am?? Mildly proud of this bit??

The air smells of sweet perfume. It’s a sharp, potent scent, thick and cloying, overly concentrated and enough for Beatriz to choke on. That’s the first thing she notices. The second things she notices is everything buried beneath it – dust, the faint, lingering tang of chemicals stinging her nose. Decay and rot. The air smells like death.

3. Which OC makes you smile every time you think/talk about them and what are they like?

Wait is this your own OC or someone else's. Okay I can't really pick between my children BUT I do really love @reneesbooks Birdie!! Smol chaotic magic child, absolutely adorable. I want to give her all the pastries she could ever desire

4. What process of writing do you enjoy the most?

On one hand, creating the first draft from scratch is really fun, but on the other, working on later drafts with the knowledge you're refining something and making it better is also so satisfying. Hrm. I'd say first draft wins but only by a small margin (because nothing in the latter stages will exist without it).

5. What part of writing do you think you are the best at? (Yes stroke your own ego it's okay)

Uh. I have no idea but apparently a lot of people have said I'm really good at descriptions?? So. Descriptions. I guess

6. What is something in the writeblr community is most enjoyable?

Honestly I think everyone's answers are gonna be about the same but, y'know. It's the community. Everyone here is genuinely so friendly and talented, and all the games are really fun!!

7. A writing tool/device you use that helps you with writing? (It could be speech to text, a writing program etc)

I use microsoft word which is like. About all I use. Really boring ik but I'm used to it and for whatever reason I think it came with the laptop?? So yeah

8. A piece of worldbuilding that you like in your own story? (It could be the magic system, a particular place in the story, a law etc)

I really like exploring the magic system!! Magic for Beasts is largely emotion-based, and can be affected by a variety of factors (everything from target to affinity to environmental conditions) so it's been really fun figuring it out, but still making sure it doesn't become overpowered or a deus ex machina. There's also magic for mages which is a lot more precise and restrained. You can kind of think of it as Beasts having powers while mages have spells.

9. What piece of advice would you say to encourage others to write if they are having a rough patch?

Honestly most people would probably say something along these lines as well - even though I don't know what's causing your rough patch exactly, the only way to solve this not-writing problem in the end is to write. If you write, you can make it better. If you write, someone out there is bound to find it and love it. So, y'know. Just write. It can only go up from here.

10. Tag some people whose works you love/have been your biggest supporters

Okay so first off, @allianaavelinjackson (though she isn't really part of writeblr), for always putting up with my insane ramblings about the little people in my head, losing it when reading about the little people in my head, and just being a really great cheerleader. Love ya. Also @lyssa-ink for being one of my first mutuals and having really interesting story ideas!! And @reneesbooks for her continued support and just being a super talented writer (seriously, lacuna lives rent free in my head). Plus @squarebracket-trick, @e-klair and @space-writes for all the STS questions giving me a chance to yell about Beast at someone, and lastly tagging back @macabremoons for all her support!! I could really go on and on and on but then this post would never end but to all my mutuals!!! Know that I love and appreciate every single one of you and y'all are awesome people!!

BLANK QUESTIONS

1. What motivates you to write?

2. A line/short snippet of your writing that you are most proud/happy of. If not maybe share a line of someone else's work you love (just please credit them)

3. Which OC makes you smile every time you think/talk about them and what are they like?

4. What process of writing do you enjoy the most?

5. What part of writing do you think you are the best at? (Yes stroke your own ego it's okay)

6. What is something in the writeblr community is most enjoyable?

7. A writing tool/device you use that helps you with writing? (It could be speech to text, a writing program etc)

8. A piece of worldbuilding that you like in your own story? (It could be the magic system, a particular place in the story, a law etc)

9. What piece of advice would you say to encourage others to write if they are having a rough patch?

10. Tag some people whose works you love/have been your biggest supporters

#I am so sorry if I forgot any of you!! My brain isn't working #you are all my morbos tho <3 #I am also very sleep deprived so if I sound more unhinged than usual you know why #anyway I had to use desktop to type out this ask and it is not growing on me at all. change it back #okay and uh tags #writeblr community #writeblr #beast #wip: beast #char: beatriz #ser writes stuff #tag game #my posts

[maggot-monger]

archangels weekly prompt response: hair (1000 words)

[cw eyeball licking. raphael would undoubtedly know that that's not a good idea but just...suspend your disbelief i guess??]

“What’s wrong?” Raphael asks after Michael rubs his eye for the fourth time in as many minutes.

Michael turns his face to Raphael, expression caught between startled and imperious. Raphael does not ask him what is wrong very much anymore. Raphael does not need to ask him what is wrong anymore, now that Lucifer and Gabriel are here to pick up their own slack. 

But this afternoon, Lucifer and Gabriel are elsewhere.

“Nothing is wrong,” Michael denies, haughtiness winning out over surprise. 

His pinkened, dripping left eye tells a different story.

Raphael catches his chin before he can turn away. His skin is warm against their palm, smooth under the minute texture of his body’s close-shaven facial hair. Under Raphael’s observation, Michael’s eyes go round and uncertain — but he cannot stop the reflexive blink of the irritated one, despite his distracted best efforts not to show that there is anything wrong.

Through the leaky tears, a curved, brown line can be seen just beside the outer rim of Michael’s iris. 

“You have a filament in your eye,” Raphael diagnoses. 

Michael blinks again, then again, harder, when Raphael raises a hand to attempt to remove the irritant. 

“If I get rid of the filament, your eye will feel better,” they explain, continuing to lift their hand closer to Michael’s face. 

Michael flinches. 

It is rare that Michael flinches.

Raphael ceases moving. 

“You could get it yourself,” Raphael offers. “Although it will be easier if you go to the bathroom, so that you can see what you’re doing.”

Michael blinks involuntarily again. A watery tear drags an erratic path down his cheek. He does not get up to go to the bathroom.

“Do you want to keep the filament? Your eye will take care of it itself after a while, but it will be uncomfortable until then.”

“No, I don’t want to keep the filament.”

‘Bitchy,’ Gabriel would snark in response to Michael’s tone, if Gabriel were here. The assessment would be correct, but Raphael does not call Michael bitchy.

They begin to raise their hand again. Michael does not flinch this time, but he doesn’t look happy.

Raphael doesn’t ask what’s wrong again; Michael wouldn’t answer. Instead they wait. He will give directions — or, at least, an indication of a direction — soon, undoubtedly.

“Your finger is dry,” he states. Blinks again, softens his tone of voice. “And…pointy.”

“Yes,” Raphael agrees. 

Michael lapses into a reluctant silence that says he will accept Raphael’s finger if they try again, but Raphael considers what he has said. It is true that ‘dry’ and ‘pointy’ are not ideal characteristics of things that might go into an eye. They could wash their hands, but that only solves one problem.

They consider other appendages they have. It doesn’t take long. The human body is disappointingly limited in this way.

They lower their hand. Michael looks relieved, until Raphael begins to move their face closer to his. He doesn’t flinch, but he does look confused. 

“My tongue isn’t dry or pointy, and it has a high ratio of nerve endings to surface area, so I will be able to feel when I’ve found the filament without seeing,” Raphael explains. 

Michael’s eyes flick to Raphael’s mouth. He nods, and bows his neck to give them a better angle.

The eyelashes lining his eye feel interesting on Raphael’s tongue. They are useful as a point of reference, because otherwise the eyeball is somewhat difficult to understand sensorily, as it keeps flicking from side to side. They would tell Michael to keep it still, but their mouth is busy at the moment. He might not be able to help it anyway, and embarrassing him would not improve the situation. 

The eye is glassy and moist, with a slightly different texture and curvature over the lens than the sclera. Once Raphael’s tongue figures this information out, it is easier to keep their bearings on the rolling ball and to search for the filament. By the time they find it, it has moved somewhat, more toward the outer corner than the lower lid, where it was before. 

Raphael puts their tongue over it and withdraws. The filament does not come with their tongue. They try again, making a slight hooking motion this time. That doesn’t work either, but it’s closer.

Michael blinks, eyelids and lashes clamping shut over the tip of Raphael’s tongue and flooding the area with more salty tears. 

“Sorry,” Michael breathes. The heart in Raphael’s chest gives a faint flutter. 

In the wash of fresh tears, they try the hook motion again. This time the filament comes with them. 

They pull back, touching their finger to their tongue so that they might inspect the filament. 

Michael is blinking profusely now that he is free to do so, but his gaze trains on Raphael’s fingertip. 

“A piece of hair,” he observes.

“An eyelash,” Raphael specifies. 

One of Michael’s eyelashes, most likely, based on length and color. The sight of it makes their mouth twitch to smile, for no particular reason.

Michael nods.

“You should rinse your eye with drops,” Raphael instructs, when the smile passes. “There’s a bottle under the bathroom sink.”

Michael looks uncertain. Raphael waits, reflecting. Maybe he doesn’t know how to use eye drops.

“Go and get the bottle,” they instruct. It always feels bold to give Michael orders, but they are both getting better about that. “I’ll help you.”

Michael does get up then, padding across the floor tiles in his stretched out socks to the bathroom. 

Raphael inspects the eyelash on their finger again. They could blow it or flick it off, but they’d rather not lose it — even though it’s just an eyelash. Tentatively, they put it back on the tip of their tongue, feeling its slight curve rubbing it against the roof of their mouth.

The bathroom cupboard door closes audibly. Raphael swallows the eyelash. 

Michael comes back into the room holding the bottle of eye drops. When Raphael smiles again, Michael smiles back.

#spn #mine #fanfiction #raphael #michael #michaelraphael #apartmentverse #idk man

[brazenautomaton]

Say more on the antimemetics division ending? I dont know what you mean by the Goku thing (I read the whole series of stories very fast recently, and haven't watched any dragonball but know a decent amount about it through osmosis)

Goku has nothing to do with it and that's the point,

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so the guy Adam gets all the way to the super vault where what's his face is hiding, right, and he's like "Ah, I'm a blob now! I have the machine! I've been waiting for the key to the super meme that can defeat 3125! Even though memes are ideas I will not explain this idea! But oh no, you don't have the key to the super meme! Only Marion did!"

So Adam is injected with a science fiction drug that brings her back in his mind, and she becomes the super meme. She ascends, beats 3125 with a fight that is more like doing math than a fight, and goes off to become a star looking down on us.

None of these things have anything to do with the traits of the characters we've seen or the ideas that have been present in the story. This meme, this idea that is so powerful it defeats 3125, is handwaved away in a summation. Adam doesn't get back Marion because he was connected to her, knew her, was affected by her even without his memory, or anything that made his character traits relevant. He got her back by being injected with a science fiction drug. Marion doesn't defeat 3125 by showing off anything about her personality -- she doesn't beat it by, say, inserting herself in with no memories because you're as good as you get on your first day. She doesn't cynically and bluntly deconstruct the logical flaws in its composition the way she has so many other things. She doesn't reveal she realized something about what she'd been doing to set this up without remembering it. There isn't even a call back to any of the other stories where she learns something and then someone dies and she has to amnesticize herself and the whole thing is pointless. The thing she does to win has nothing to do with anything that she is, or anything in the story. The story just tells us she can be the core of the super meme, and then she beats it, and it's like doing math, and there is no detail, and it is not linked to anything we know or saw, and then she vanishes to be a star.

Now imagine this. Adam gets to the secret vault with Doctor Blobulous. And Doctor Blobulous says "I have a way to ascend a meme up high enough to beat 3125, but I need the core of the idea that can beat 3125! You aren't the one who has it, but someone does!" And he injects Adam with the science fiction drug, and Adam sees Goku. From Dragonball. And Goku rises up into space to fight 3125, and he shoots it with the biggest energy blast ever, and 3125 is blasted into the Sun and dies, and Goku flies off to the galaxy to save other planets in danger.

That ending makes exactly as much sense as the real one. It has exactly as much to do with the preceding story as the real one. In fact, it would be slightly more valid, because Goku is the idea of a hero for a lot of people on this planet, and Marion isn't, and Goku represents an ideal to them, and Marion doesn't, and Goku solves problems by flying into space and blasting, and Marion doesn't.

#scp