#but i have no clue if that actually uhhhhhh happens. :

[intotheelliwoods]

Woah lots of asks! Augh you guys got such good questions!

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That happened when Medium Leo was 26, and Big Leo 50! They got an extra 10 years after the movie to just, relax, honestly? Those were probably some of the best years of their lives

Then well, after that I think it only took about a month (as in they left a few days later after Raphs death to venture off to the horrors)

After that, 20 years of the newfound apocalypse, leaving Medium Leo at 46 when he gets sent back in time!

(and auguoahg ty wren you are amazing!)

@wraenata

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No he does not! Each timeline has its own goop fella, the one in the Krang timeline remained traped through the apocalypse and will probably never actually break free in that time-

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Yeah... :( Big Leo, the saddest character to ever exist. He tried his best he really did, but in the end though I dont think people will remember him for his failures. They will remember him for his kindness and effort

@memorialis

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Funny story, I do have a backstory for the guy in mind! A good one actually, I was going to make a comic for the backstory but I have no clue how to make it look visually? And I am also not sure if I am going to have the energy for it with everything else going on whoops, I might just type it out in text form by the end of the week to save my strength for everything else I need to draw aha...

But back to your first question, yes, they are intertwined! Very much so actually! The goop has a lot to do with the Krang and their similar trap!

As for your second ask here, nope! Well, yes and no? Hamatos are involved in the backstory but not involved in the freeing half- Anyways though, after that last update and the potential of some later nightmare sequences, that will be the last you see of the guy until the finale! In other words, not really any more lore for him! Again I have a backstory just not much energy to actually draw it! And by this point in time, the backstory is not even really spoilery, its just neat worldbuilding at this point :)

He/Him pronouns be good, or they, honestly the thing jsut has big he/they energy overall tbh

@amazing-captain-castiel (if I worded this weird I am so sorry, I answered your first question before going back realizing oh shoot you sent another ask aha-)

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Haha.. yeah.. yeah he does... (im so sorry, I would do something about this but I can barely keep track of 2 huggy leos)

Though in compensation he did have a relatively nice rest of life. This is also something I sooo wanted to make a comic for but I dont know if I will have the energy for it whoops

He found being in a apocalypse again relatively, surprisingly comforting. Felt like home, his old home, his first home, his own timeline. He thrived in this newfound worldly chaos for years until about 5 years before Medium Leo got sent back, where he ended up leaving the home base they set up with his mother, to explore what was left of the world before that was gone too. This was due to just some good deja vu but well, younger turtles, Medium Leo never stopped looking more and more like someone who would never come back so-

@cavern-of-shenanigans

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yeah.... oops. But Sprout is alive and well🥺At least he will be well by the end of the series-

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<3 uhhhhhh oops <3

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Sweats, theres so much inspo pulled from FMA here my guy!

@cavern-of-shenanigans

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o7

#2 arms left #asks #so many questions argargargarag!!!!!

[thekoopalingsandstuffs]

Following the period ask, How about the males? How would they react if a girl who just got their first period goes to them asking for help?

Chompikins: *Emotional support pet* :3

Winston: ATTACK

Lemmy, Jr, Larry, Jerry, Max, Kooper, Dimentio: *Scream and freak out* "YOU'RE DYING!!!!!"

Iggy: [Same as above] The only difference is that he should know better.

Morton: "You're a woman, now." *Doesn't know anything else about periods*

Ludwig & Roy: ATTEMPT to help and explain. (They did this when Wendy got hers) They took her into another room, and although they themselves don't fully understand how it works, they try to explain that it's normal and there's nothing to fear. (Ludwig would obviously be the best at showing how to use a pad) An actual woman would definitely have to help in the end, though, and finish filling any gaps, 'cuz these two have no clue what they're saying.

Topper: "Um... Uh... Uh..." *Blush/Sweat way more than someone should in this situation*

Rango: "... You're gonna want some chocolate. I know that for sure!" *Stands there awkwardly, unsure what else to do*

Peasley: Genuinely try to help and pretend he himself isn't scared. Very much try to avoid "explicit words." Eventually give up, "Hang on, let me go get my mom..."

Koops, Boom: Explain what's happening in EXCRUTIATING detail.

Dieter: "Well, basically, your pussy exploded"

Beef: Calmly explain everything in a way that makes sense and doesn't sound scary to a child. Delicately shows how to use certain products and assures that this is a normal process. Answers any and all questions in a comforting, understanding manner.

Popple: "OH SHIT UHHHHHH"

Rex: "Wait until your mother gets home"

Haru: "Can you hold it?? Now's not a good time"

Bowser: *Pretends he can't hear/see the child*

Koopley: Take the child to his wife and/or the first random woman he happens to come across

Karry: Pulls up a YouTube video while trying to stay as far from the bloody child as possible

All of the Koopa Bros: "........." *Shrugs*

[dragons-and-dwarves-are-nice]

To the Shadows that Cry Witch /// Chapter 4

Hi! I'm finally back from holiday which means I have access to my computer again! This one was a bit difficult to write, considering I'm so overly careful I hardly get injured. If you think it needs anything adding to make it more realistic, just let me know in the comment section or via message. Anyways, hope you enjoy!

Summary: So uhhhhhh.. magic’s real. Middle earth’s real. Shit goes down. Bon appetite.

Tags: Kíli x oc/reader - Fíli x oc (POV to be written soon) - Thorin's company x ocs/reader (platonic) - fluff - angst - SUPER slow burn - crack - Bagginshield

Word Count: 2230

Warnings: Swearing, Blood, Minor Injuries, Major injuries (i.e. broken bones)

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PART 1: Chapter 4 -

Hey ghouls, the girls are here.

Alternate Universe (definition): A hypothetical self-contained plane of existence, co-existing with one’s own.

I felt nothing and everything at the same time.

Each of my senses were heightened as I tried to make out what was happening, though there was nothing to make out. I opened my eyes to pitch black, straining my ears for even a single sound only to receive nothing but an empty void. It was as if I was floating in the middle of a sensory deprivation tank, where time slugged by in slow motion. A dream where you wanted to run, but your limbs were made of lead and only dragged you down further.

Frustrated and frightened beyond belief, I floated there for what felt like a thousand lifetimes, trying to reach for something, until slowly but surely, I could feel myself tilting backwards, or upwards, to be honest I don’t think direction even existed right now. Soon enough I felt myself descend, the sound of air whistling past as I seemed to descend quite rapidly, gaining speed to the point where the air became a deafening roar in my ears. Where I was falling to I had no clue of, but it was better than having a panic attack whilst magically suspended in a void.

A voice. Well, it wasn’t really a voice, more like screaming. I mean, I was screaming too, but I knew I wasn’t hearing things. At this point I wasn’t really worried about who was making the ruckus, I could be falling to my death after all. The only thing I comprehended was that they were falling too.

I had enough. Panic attack No.2 just finished, and I was still falling?? At this point the initial fear was now replaced with boredom and irritation at my predicament. I was even tempted to go to sleep, you know, make up the hours, and hopefully wake up to find I had already landed. But I knew I couldn’t doze off, everyone knows I’m too picky about my sleeping arrangements, and it’s always an hour minimum before I actually fall into any form of slumber. I still closed my eyes in some form of attempt, and relaxed as much as I could. I no longer had any concept of time. It felt like it had been hours when it could’ve easily been mere minutes.

Whether it was good or bad luck, I still felt the relief at the change of atmosphere. The air became significantly fresher, and I could almost see the light trying to pierce through my eyelids. The sound of thunder wasn’t very promising, though, and my relief didn’t stick around for long, packing up its bags and sprinting out the door the second I opened my eyes.

I ignored the fact that my throat was already painfully sore from earlier and began my screaming match again. Only this time wasn’t with the void, but with the dark clouds and the rapidly approaching ground below me. I hastily spotted I was going to hit a tree before coming to a possibly fatal landing on the grass, so I did all I could think of. I reached behind me, moving my rucksack as quickly as I could despite the aerodynamics, from my back to my face, wrapping my arms around the bag and curling my legs into me to prevent injuries as much as possible.

It wasn’t long before I hit something. Hard. And another thing. And another. All the while I was scratched and whipped by twigs all around me. A short moment of falling again passed, until I slammed into the ground with a loud thud. A deafening shriek ripped through my throat, wailing as agony shot through every part of my body. Despite the evidence of magic existing, it seemed no mercy would be given since something, if not several, things felt very broken. I forced my eyes open through the torture, blinking rapidly as rain hammered at my face, light filling my vision for the first time in what felt like forever, even if it was only dim.

Forcing the bag off me, I rolled over in the sodden grass, letting out involuntary cries of anguish as my body trembled from both the excruciating pain and freezing temperatures.

 Managing to roll onto my front, I tried my best through this nightmare to kick in my first aid training, to figure out just what parts of my body had the misfortune of baring the worst of the impact. My head was lucky, the bag only letting it receive a few knocks. My torso, not so much, with my painful breathing telling me a few ribs had definitely cracked.

My left wrist was completely trashed, seeing as I could hardly move it as it already had begun to turn red and swell up. However, as if by some miracle, my legs were intact, albeit a bit sore and with some definite bruising, not to mention the twisted ankle.

Thanking whatever kept me alive, I used my right arm to push myself up, trying not to twist too much to save myself from slipping over in the wet mud and tormenting myself further. I carefully retrieved my bag and shakily cradled my left hand to my chest. Only then was I able to finally take in what was around me.

Blinking through the rain that was collecting on my lashes, I saw it was like I was back in the forest, though it looked like something out of a fairy-tale. Twisting my head around, I observed that I was in some sort of meadow, filled to the brim with flowers of every colour. Perfect for frolicking in if it wasn’t pouring with rain, and also if you haven’t just fallen from the uppermost atmosphere. It was bordered by a darkened forest of oak trees, with possibly the most vibrant, dark green leaves I’ve ever seen. A pond, I guessed was about ten metres across or so in diameter, was tucked in at the edge, between the border of flowers and trees. It was also daytime, albeit still dark and grey, from what I could make through the hammering rain.

Taking shaky breaths, I peeled wet strands of hair from my face whilst trying to ignore the blood mixing with the water on my arm. I took a minute or so to calm down as much as I could, trying my best to focus on my surroundings as I tried to get the dizzying pain and cold turn from sharp jabs into a dull throbbing. Though I wasn’t able to get that far.

Because today decided that what I had endured wasn’t enough and sent me another lovely experience.

The screaming I had heard from the void returned, though I knew it definitely wasn’t me this time, with it now coming from above, and it was gaining on where I was very rapidly. Squinting up through the raindrops hitting my face, I scoured the dark grey sky above me. From out of the corner of my eye, a figure fell past in a blur, and my head twisted in its direction, despite the developing ache in my neck, as the sound of an object hitting water filled my ears. I watched in shock as the once still pond crashed around in violent waves as whatever hit it sent water flying high into the air, soaking a vast area of the meadow.

Dropping my bag, I pushed myself to my feet with a wince and hopped over as fast as I could, coming to a stop on the slippery edge of the pond. I watched as it kept churning and splashing, and I realised the figure was most definitely drowning.

My lifeguard training flashed in my mind and I jumped in. The adrenaline now pumping in my veins blocked me from feeling most of my broken bones as I wrapped my arms around the mass of flailing limbs, quickly dragging them out the water and pulling them up onto the bank.

Eventually said mass of limbs had calmed down and was now leant on their knees and elbows as they retched up pond water. Seeing that they were alive, I collapsed for what felt like the hundredth time that day.

“I thought you said you weren’t jumping in after me?” heaved a familiar voice from beside me.

I whipped my head around in shock, practically giving myself whiplash, to see Kay hunched over on the bank next to me, looking exactly like she did several hours ago, albeit now soaked from head to toe, her copper hair sticking wherever it could on her face. I shrieked many indiscernible noises, almost refusing to believe that she was here after all that. All I could do was wrap around her in a desperate hug, finally feeling like I was no longer going to hyperventilate for the fiftieth time that day.

Letting go, we took some time to calm down and regain our energy. The burning question still stood firm, however, as we observed our surroundings. We both looked at each other, eager to ask questions, but the inconceivable events from today left us utterly dumbstruck, too stunned to even say a word to each other. We were totally tongue-tied.

Although it didn’t last long.

All that movement had jostled my injuries, and I let out a quite hiss as the adrenaline wore off, my whole body feeling like I had been run over three times and processed through a meat grinder.

Kay’s head moved like flash, setting her scrutinising eyes on my pained grimace, before scanning my soggy appearance. A gasp flew out as she caught sight of the now dried streaks of blood down my right arm. Reaching out she snatched up my wrist and I opened my hand as much as I could, allowing her to survey the gashes across my palm and fingers.

She raised her eyebrow at me, looking for an explanation and I sheepishly admitted to trying to poke a magical veil with a stick. She wasn’t amused.

“Did you wanna take a picture?” I kidded, doing my best to lighten the atmosphere, whilst also trying to focus on anything but my hand.

My attempt seemed to work, though, as it wasn’t a second before her phone was out her bag, zooming in on my open hand, the camera shutter going off several times as I cracked up as much as my ribs would allow me at her priorities.

As she went to return it, I used that hand to drag over my bag, unzipping it to take out my miniature first aid kit. Swivelling back, she furrowed her brows in confusion at me using my bloodied hand. She eyed my other hand, watching as I cradled it to my chest as I attempted to open the kit with one hand.

“What else happened?” she demanded. I looked up at her sheepishly.

“I mayyyy have broken a fewwww….. bones?” I meekly confessed; my voice shaky as the waves of pain crashed over. I withdrew slightly at the sight of her expression hardening. “I didn’t exactly hit the water like you did.”

“Bones.” She deadpanned.

I darted my eyes around, scratching the side of my neck with a finger whilst avoiding eye contact with the storm that was now developing in front of me.

“Like…. A couple ribs and my wrist?” I smiled nervously, slowly dragging the first aid kit towards me with my bleeding hand to see if I could open it again. “It’s not like you can say anything, with your borderline concussion.” I pointed out the large cut on her forehead and the fact she was blinking far too much whilst also swaying slightly.

A hand swatted me away, before snatching up the kit. Within a minute or so my arm was cleared of both fresh and crusted blood, red replaced with white as Kay secured the bandage in its place with medical tape. I tried my best with my ruined hands to stick the large plaster over her cut in return, after she had cleaned it.

After tidying the equipment away, she clambered to her feet. Stretching out her painfully sore back with a groan, she scanned our current location, the both of us now recalling that we were currently god knows where. I tried my best to follow suit, carefully pushing myself up and limping over.

“Where in the actual fresh hell are we?” I asked. Kay shrugged her shoulders.

“I’m just as clueless as you.” She replied. She stared at my swelling wrist before deciding. “We have to find a village or town though, otherwise you’re fucked the most if we stay out here.”

I agreed with her and retrieved my bag. Not seeing that she had spotted my limp.

“Don’t tell me your ankle’s fucked as well!” She cried over the rain. I turned around slowly to see her displeased expression.

“It’s only twisted.” I explained nervously. God she had eyes like a hawk.

With a frustrated sigh, she strode over and reached into one of the front pockets of my bag. Taking out the spare tote bag I had packed, she insisted on lightening my bag’s contents, as to not worsen my injuries.

Slowly but surely, due to my mangled ankle and her aching back, we chose a direction we thought best and began our trek, leaving the meadow behind as we entered the dark forest.

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MORNING STAR TIER LIST + THOUGHTS

I finished the whole bloodydamn series! Yippee! Surprised how relatively fast I sped through Golden Son & Morning Star, I never read books that quickly. As per usual, I will word vomit my thoughts at random below the cut (where obvious spoilers are abound), but I really enjoyed it! My ranking of the original trilogy is 1->3->2.

Characters: 10/10, nobody major felt weak in here, unlike the previous books where I would point out a specific character as "I pray to god this is just set up and not all they're going to do for the rest of the series." The only ones I found lacking were Ash Lord, Romulus & Harmony, but it's painfully obvious they still have future stories to explore.

Personal Enjoyment: 8/10, didn't feel as exciting as Golden Son, but don't discount it just because of that. If I read a fucking book until 2AM and it ISN'T a school required reading, then I enjoyed it.

Plot: 10/10, a great sendoff to the original trilogy while leaving things still unfinished for the rest of the series.

Overall Rating: 9/10, damn good book. Pierce Brown's writing is damn good (but that was obvious).

I think I'll start with the start. We come back from Darrow suffering™️ and see him all feral in chains, and that was uhhhhhh

After Darrow serves cunt in jail, we see Jackal and god damn is he AMAZING in this book. So worth the anticipation for him to actually do shit because every time he shows up, I'm having fun. He's just such this evil, sociopathic bitch and I love him. He's also a bit pathetic, which instantly shoots him high on the tier list for that alone. I love genuinely terrifying villains who are having fun in their roles, but are also just bitch ass hoes at the end of the day. He gets shit done, and he's so fucking scary, the ending with the nukes???? HELL YEAH THATS WHAT I WANTED FROM THIS GUY!!!

Onto another villain I perceived as disappointing throughout the series, Antonia! She redeemed herself in my eyes. She just needed a few scenes to be a piece of shit, and she did it and all of them were great. Thistle's death made me say out loud, "FINALLY!" Then her escape from prison? Wow, okayyyy slay.

Cassius was there in prison too, and damn he's phenomenal in this book. This man is so complex and so torn apart, I had such high excitement every time Cassius showed up because I had no clue what could potentially happen. I forgotten how much I loved Cassius's and Darrow's dynamic from book 1. His ending was SUCH a big twist, I had no clue what to expect as things went along. I am so glad he got his shit sort of together and realized "Hey! Bigotry bad!" I did find it hilarious how they call each other brothers but Victra's over here in the corner shipping them and I think that's iconic but also

Victra unfortunately hasn't won me over yet, but I think she's cool. Her and Sevro randomly getting married was iconic.

OH AND SEVRO this little man is just going through everything. My man remembered the series he was in and started to have some sad moments, which was great to see. I love this scamp, but on account of everything that happened to him, he definitely feels a lot less fun to see, but him randomly shitting his pants is great. I was surprised by how in depth we got with him and how he acts being forced to take a leadership position: he sucks at it. He's too chaotic like a rampaging but chaotic teenager and I think it's great! His fakeout death just... AAAAAAAAA- thank god it was a fake out death ! 😃 Anyways, Sevro shifting himself to be more red-like was a great change, I highly appreciated this bit.

Without any proper transitions, Roque! I thought he was a nifty voice for Darrow, but once he started being evil I found him pretty cool. He's sort of like the anti-Cassius in some sense where Darrow fucked up in maintaining this friendship and so you feel bad for him :( Still, the parade shit was uncalled for, and I got spoiled he commits self unalive, but that sounds oddly poetic of him to go out like that. His ending satisfied me :)

Mustang put me on edge the whole way through. I sort of expected Darrow and Mustang to sort things out and kiss at the end, but that was a bit of a rollercoaster to get here 😭 She is awesome, and I think she is at her best in this book. Her dynamics with everybody is awesome, I love her. I do fear book 4 since she became the new dictator and this is still a series and more books after this soooooo MUSTANG BETTER NOT ACCIDENTALLY FUCK SHIT UP FOR EVERYONE ELSE 😃 she already said "bloodydamn" in this book, so if she betrays darrow in book 4 (where all shit starts to go down apparently) then i will feel horribly sad

Best for last is Darrow. I love this man, he is such a compelling character. This is the best we see of him since it feels like he is running at full capacity, on account that he no longer has to act like a bitch ass gold and fully embraces being Red, the aspect that I wanted to see out of him in the first place. He can finally say "bloodydamn!" Yay! :D The whole series feels like it was building up towards building Darrow into this incarnation of himself, and I couldn't be happier. The rebellion is at full swing, so that means Reaper has got to be at full swing too.

Now that we're fully engrossed within the rebellion now, I am so thankful we got some non-golds on the team. Orion, Ragnar, and Holiday come to mind. Orion is just chill, I love her, and especially her disposition compared to other blues (BUT SHE NEVER GOT HER FUCKING PARROT). Ragnar is awesomely badass, and I will miss flipping the page and seeing lines of text in bold and thinking to myself "oh my god ragnar is here." Holiday shows up, and she's cool, I guess. I'm assuming she's only being set up here or something, BUT I find it so funny that HER of all characters gets the first f-bomb in the series. It's so random, but I guess it was to set the tone as "this book is more serious than the past ones, be prepared 😉." Eitherway, that's iconic behavior.

Characters I wanted to talk about are done. In the book we are finally in the full war of the rising, things definitely ramped up quite a bit from the harry potter hunger games of book 1. The sci-fi shit is in full display, and it's super cool. I do have a preference for the hand to hand combat scenes over the ship combat scenes. I had difficulty tracking what was happening sometimes in the ship battles due to the terminology. It still felt super frantic and adrenaline pumping, fun stuff. Walking around with lowcolors and interacting with them casually was what I wanted, I was afraid the book would focus extremely heavily on golds based on books 1 & 2. The scenes with Darrow and his family as such sweet comforts, I could do with some more fluff considering the suffering I am scared for in Iron Gold and especially Dark Age.

Overall, the book was excellent! I loved it, and I am fully endeared to the series.

Now here comes the big leap: Moving onto Iron Gold. I have been warned that Iron Gold onwards is unrelentingly angsty, everything I was so averted away from in Book 1, only people say it's somehow worse. So because of that... I am most likely going to take a break from reading everything else until I feel myself emotionally prepared. If book 1 drained me despite being the weakest in the series, I am terrified for what the future holds. When my college relents and I finish Six of Crows, then I will see Iron Gold. The rebellion still isn't over. Break the chains!

Sooo yeah! Had fun with it all! I'm glad I got back into reading thanks to this series. It's surprisingly easy to pick up once you get appropriate content warnings, and after book 1, you really sink your teeth into it and can't stop reading. Anyways, below are a few shitpost thoughts I had on the book:

• Darrow really has a damn grip on Pax, first he named a ship after him, and then their son? That's iconic, Pax's legacy of cuntiness deserves to live on 💅✨️

• I was also surprised that Virginia was the one to give birth and not Darrow.

• Mickey Mouse didn't show up :(

• Cassius's, Sevro's and Darrow's periods probably synced

• The howlers touched tips together at least once

• All of the Xenoblade Chronicles casts would fit right into this world and vice versa

• I theorize that Lysander is actually the purple guy

#sam flynn reads red rising #red rising #morning star #tier list #review #book review

[sharksa-shivers]

Part 2 of Trio derp fear shit

Sharky's fears: ------ BEING EATEN ALIVE: If you asked Sharky, he knows this would be hypocritial of him since...Well, he's a predator himself and he revels in being able to eat and devour fish and whatnot, especially alive sometimes...But...That is also just his instincts and he cannot really turn that off...Likewise though, instinctively, Sharky's horrified of predators in the sea that will look at him like a goddamn 5 star meal becauseeeeee no shit? Despite being a shark, Sharky does have to worry about normal orcas and even normal sharks that are bigger then him but the main main one would be sea monsters...Sharky absolutely is pissed scared of the idea of being nommed and his friends/family having 0 fucking clue wtf happened to him, giving them tons of heartache that would probably never leave them along with just like...Everything else, it's terrifying to him... ORCAS: A sharks natural predator in nature...And with the one above, uhhhhh, lol, no shit... HAMSTERS: ...Yeah, the big ol Sharkboi is scared of these...He had a childhood incident where he found a wild one in the woods and it bit the fuck out of him and attacked him and ever since then, Sharky's pissed scared of them and will absolutely have a goddamn panic attack if you even show him pictures of em. (He doesn't want anything bad to happen to them, he just wants them the fuck away from him. Small creatures that are similar like rats or mice do not seem to have that effect on him like hamsters do for...Some reason...) SCORPIONS AND WASPS: Did i mention yet that Shellside Island actually has...Alooooooot of scorpions on the island? Cuz uhhhhhh yeah, they do...And Sharky will absolutely freak the fuck out if he finds one. Wasps too, they also scare the piss outta ya boi unfortunetly... ----------- Hopefully this was all cuz if not, ig ima have to edit later lol but this is what i remember atm lolololol

#kidnappedseries #kidnappedseries rambles

[ialwaysknewyouwerepunk]

hey uhhhhhh the weird jittery nagging thing?? totally 1000000% relatable. i feel like it always happens to me when i have some sort of life change??? like all of a sudden i’m more conscious of myself because i’m having to relearn who i am in a new situation???? and then it just spreads into the rest of my existence????? idk if that makes sense (not even sure it makes sense to me) but like…..no yeah i’ve got no clue what the hell it is but it’s very unfun i’m so sorry. i hope it passes soon!!!

YES this is like. all of it like... SDLKFJEKLRJFGLKTE i HATE IT. it's the new job and having to introduce myself to new person after new person and i keep running into who i am and i'm like ?? even tho mostly it's been good but WOW. and the constant nag at the back of my head like can you even do it and don't make mistakes and do people even like me. ugh. and it's the culmination of: moved countries moved back, single, living with my parents again, got a new job, new apartment. big life changes. insanity. fact that i feel even remotely okay most days should surprise me actually. thanks for sharing THANK YOUUU you made me feel so much better

#kind anon

[repl1c4nt]

i wanna uhhhhhh update my ffxvi post: i did end up giving it a chance and so i will elaborate on the Me (tm) official review: theres a lot buckle in (spoilers for th3 entire game)

ok.,,,,,,...... now dat were all here letz go

First id just like to say soken delivers another phenomenal soundtrack(no surprize there) Historie - the holy empire and Titan lost are some of my favorite tracks in the game i cannot say i expected anything otherwise and it was a delight to get to every major dominant battle to hear what he cooked

on the topic of battle the gameplay was another huge plus for me. when all else failed i found myself returning to ffxvi for the gameplay alone because it is very genuinely fun, fast paced, and i enjoyed the variety of each eikon it kept rhe game fresh for me espically when it slowed down in every other aspect, i enjoyed every eikon battle to death whenever i couldnt decide if i /liked/ the game while playing i remember fighting titan. i had no clue how the fight would play out despite being late to the scene and i was blown away by how good it was. everything about it was so enjoyable it honestly empowered me to get to the rest of them and bahamut was just as much of a treat. it helped i love dion (i will be getting to characters) and his phase themes (beyond the heavens&ascension) were brilliant. the bahamut fight much like titan did not disappoint. for me at least it felt odin had a bit of a much welcomed difficulty spike enjoyed that fight a lot even if it wasnt as cinematic as bahamut and titan

speaking of... cinematic scenes were a weak point to me.. as cool as they were and they /were/ i cant help but feel like there had to be a better way to interrupt the fight. sometimes it really took me out of the moment to have my fight paused to just like press a button or mash or some shit. its fine just got old /fast/

as far as the rest of the battles they were all fun adn well and good.. i enjoyed every fight theme and found every fight mostly enjoyable although i cant help but feel the DPS check section fighting ultima where you kinda fly arounf him in circles would have been leagues more fun if it was a drakengaerd 3 style synced to thr music event... imagine that....it would be so awesome it woukd be so cool................. anyway as far as the actual final fight.. well lets get to the characters and story first

i wont be discussing the controversy surrounding the game because, despite it impacting my experience playing the game in very real ways, it just isnt what i wanna get into in this base post

alright. maybe i wasnt paying rnough attention but the story to me fell apart when ultima became a bigger actor on the stage. absolutely dont get the lad or the crystals. were destroying yhe mother crystals cos theyre killimg the planet fine well and good the story's pacing in this part was really wonk to me haha it would go from desperately boring an sluggish to fun for a moment and then just so boring again. it wasnt until the final two mother crystals when i became invested in whats happening. the mothercrystal plot twist was like oh ok well cid died for nothing /shrug i really dgaf either way i only really care my beloved mid. i really found myself most invested when characters i liked specifically becme involved with the plot (dion its dion its always dion)

dion's story to me was easily the best (yes my favorite heavensward character was aymeric. whos fucking surprised) fang and and vanille always had the most profound impact on me as far as ff relations go and its def because they were the closest thing we had to a canonical queer relationship and i will say dion and terance felt.. good? i know theyre not the /best/ and fang and vanille were leagues ahead of them a decade ago bit theres that just the way theres no question about their queerness just felt so good to see as a long time queer fan of the series who put up w its homophobic moments lol........... they were definitely a genuine highlight for me and their relationship was so beautiful and refreshing i wish we saw more of them.. especially because clive and jill just did not hit lolll. i couldnt believe how little i resonated with clive, joshua too. for me i usually have no problem relating to the main cast they all feel so human and real even when theyre cartoonish theres an undeniable down to earthness and relatability of most of the ff main casts i just couldnt bring myself to really care about clive

jill's story was for a brief moment something interesting and exciting. this was a woman in a yoshi p game w her own arc where the male character plays a fully supportive role and she isnt put in a passive role for her own story to move someone elses development along jill for the briefest moment maintains her own active will to get closure on her trauma where she isnt punished for it its just so disappointing its her only moments in the game. her character arc is chapters short and afterwards she would almost exclusively play passive roles, even giving clive her powers after they share an equally intimate scene both naked and venerable only for a dynamic to be reinserted through the form of dominant's power

clive was just nothing to me, i honestly tried to like him and i did mostly enjoy joshua as a character but i just did not ever care for his story ultima was so unfleshed out and strange ffxvi was best when it was pretty grounded to the on continent conflicts, the story doesnt feel like it was built around ultima the story honestly feels like it was built around the empire and ultima was an after thought. and man vs empire and then suddenly extraterrestrial/celestial freaks are involved isnt even uncommon ff plot progression. i could play like 5 other final fantasy games at that point. if the combat in ffxvi werent so addicting it would have nothing. (untrue of course it always has a brilliant soundtrack) i just really did not like the way the game built off itself it never felt natural or believable. none of the conflict with ultima felt grounded or natural or like it was built up in any meaningful way

i really dont understand the hype around clive hes very genuinely just a pretty face. i just dont care about u at all no matter how hard i tried

i never cared about hugo or benedickta either, although theyre like tertiary antagonists to be fair

joshua was another highlight for me. hes just very polite and jote was cute if definitely underutilized. i really dont have much else to say i wasnt surprised he died

clive i knew would die, that was a spoiler i knew w out a doubt going in and i was completely disappointed in it anyway. joshua made sense at Least he was basically dying the entire game and dion well. it makes sense yoshi p would kill the one gay man we cant have shit in eorzea but seeing clives entire arc be no dont kill yourselfffffff..... the world and its endless beauty is a bounty of possibilities and meaning. just to die anyway feels well. it just feels and to be fair clive did sacrifice himself for the lives of others but the scene where cid tells clive not to kill himself- regardless of how ungentle he put it- just feels so empty because well clive u could hav just killed yourself there i guess. sorry you were a slave for 13 years youll die before you get to live your life for yourself. like cmon narratively a more satisfying arc for him would have been to overcome this and live for himself even if he has to live w out joshua. he can move on hes done it partially before hes accepted himself he must live but he doesnt get to

its a shame. also unrelated the final fantasy namedrop made me reel but i forgave it for honestly being a little camp......... the lodestone name drop is Not forgiven. just horrible someone shpuld be fired

i dont really have much else to say and out of a desire to post this soon im gonna wrap it up. honestly i had high hopes for final fantasy 16 and im not one to go "oh final fantasy now sucks" because i Love ff13. i love ff15. i liked ff14 a normal amount. but ff16 just felt underwhelming compared to them.. it looked leagues better dont get me wrong even if ill always think ff13 is visually the best out of 'modern' final fantasy for its incredible cgi cutscenes good art direction and the ps3 charm the realtime cutscenes in 16 sometimes felt undynamic in comparison but real time vs cgi is very literally games hardware vs movie so........ not comparable tbh the environment and general worldbuilding of 16 was just so lackluster. the world felt so unreal even if it looked incredibly real, the plot was unfocused at times and inadequately built up, the characters are mostly uninteresting, and the character eith the most meaningful connection to clive was torgal. well torgal and cid but cid dies and leaves a gaping hole in the 'good character' category when it was just him mid and dion to begin with

still fun to hunt rank s's though ☝️

#me talkies

[catilinas]

Poems That Lie <3

#and yet i extremely believe that part of what makes a poem a poem is every part of it being true #these things are Not contradictory btw like sometimes if you tell a lie sideways through someone's brain #it turns into an entirely truthful poem #as in. shadi bartsch ideology in cold blood. you write a poem that is deliberately contradictory and a reader has to assemble something #true out of it. hashtag top ten monographs to fuck up how you write poetry #how do you write a lie or a contradiction in a way that makes it obvious enough for a reader to start digging #an equivalent to foreignising translations that do things so Weird a reader just has to go and look at the original text #or i assume other people do that when they see smth weird in a translation??? #idk i have been thinking abt cut-out poems and how i write them as like. wikipedia treasure hunts #there are deliberate omissions and not-quite-truths in there with the aim of making at least one person go and look up #What's Going On Behind The Glue so they can construct the invisible half of the cut-out poem #but i have no clue if that actually uhhhhhh happens. :/ #poem like a shampoo advert. one billion paratexts are in this tube...... use them wisely #towards a poetics of goo #beeps

[starbuck]

This is only tangentially related to your Meditations vs. Pilgrim's Progress meta, but I noticed when I was watching 4.06 recently that Madi is reading a book in the scene between her and Eleanor at Miranda's house which looks like it could possibly be a red cover? Do we know what happened to the copy of Meditations with Thomas' inscription? This might be a reach but I find it incredibly interesting that Madi could be reading that book when she just finished quoting Don Quixote to Flint (a book I also find to be in opposition to Meditations though in different ways than Pilgrim's Progress)

I took a look and I find breaking people's hearts significantly less fun in this case since I have no clue what the book Madi's reading is, but it doesn't appear to be Meditations (at least to my eye - please don't kill me)...

Although it does seem to have a red/brown cover, note that it is much thicker than Meditations page-wise.

And here's another Meditations pic to give you an idea of its thickness when laid flat (since I can't find a shot where the angle is directly comparable to Madi and her book):

So yeah, I wish I had something other than bad news...

Wait let me think... Uhhhhhh... So, if the book Madi's reading in 4x06 was Meditations, then we would know with certainty that it was burnt to ashes along with the rest of Miranda's house, however, if we imagine that Flint kept Meditations in his cabin on the Walrus through s3, then it's possible he left it at the Maroon camp for safekeeping during the invasion of Nassau in s4, meaning that it's plausible that Madi still had it at the end of the show and perhaps added it to her personal library in Flint's memory (since she was cut off from him indefinitely regardless of whether he was technically alive or not).

Actually, is that better or worse? I'm going to stop talking now.

#i can't think about Madi and Flint too hard or i will Cry #:(( #but thank you so much for the ask! #i promised someone else that i'd investigate this too so there we are #wish i had better news tho! #maybe it's Don Quixote... looks a good thickness for that

[transsexualhamlet]

okayokayokay i have like. Q U E S T I O N S because i have *wanted* to read no longer human but have been afraid to SO -

1) what's it like? what do u think of it? im sooo curious 👀

2) do u think that asagiri-sensei based bsd dazai sorta off the book more than off the actual authour? i seem to remember reading that once but i dont remember if it was speculation or not

3) .......just infodump as much as you want, really; im Curious™️ and it looks like ur having fun with the book XD

p.s. - have fun with crime and punishment; thats a book ive DEFINITELY been meaning to read (but i havent had time to yet djfjdjfjf)

AHHHHHHH HI TYSM I WAS HOPING SOMEONE WOULD ASK. I read the entire book in 2 hours before going to bed like four days ago, though it probably wasn't the best time to do it, that shit is nightmare fuel

I'm just gonna preface this with I know basically nothing about the actual author other than what's in the book, also I read the manga version (the junji ito one, yeah) so yeah I'm not sure how much that differs from the original text.

So for how much he based it off of the book vs the actual author, I couldn't really tell you- no longer human is somewhat of an autobiography, so I'd say that those work together. (it's complicated, bc the main character of no longer human is not actually dazai, but dazai is there, and they like??? basically say that that character and dazai are like actually the same person???? and they like, switch places at the end?? its really confusing, but basically, I'm treating the mc of no longer human as dazai himself.) The important stuff about the author that I know of worked into dazai's character is all in no longer human too so,,, yeah. I think saying that it's based more off of that book is probably true, though I don't know what asagiri was thinking.

But about the book itself- Yeah uhhhhhh seriously, I don't really recommend reading no longer human if you have much of a sensitivity to basically anything, especially the graphic novel version because when i say graphic novel i mean Graphic there is so much nudity, sex, s/a, addiction, violence, Mental Illness of all types, religious trauma, obviously suicide, and frankly just visually horrifying stuff

So everything under this is gonna be under a cut just cause Uh Yeah It's A Lot and i do not want to subject everybody to it

But reading it was certainly something I am glad I did, because it did teach me a lot about dazai and how he was created, as well as confirming a lot of theories I had about him that can't be confirmed or denied in bsd canon.

Like me and my friend were just like examining his character and kind of coming up with ideas about him- like we both agreed that he had Motherless Energy TM and that his dad had to have been an absolute fucking piece of shit. Also, we thought that he definitely had to have had A Lot of csa trauma and probably issues having to do with his neurodivergency when he was a child.

Literally all of that ended up being true within the canon of no longer human, so I was kind of impressed that we were so right?? It makes me feel better for thinking a lot of those things, especially since they're just Pretty Fucked Up.

But yeah its. No wonder he turned out that way when he was So Autistic and Masking So Much And So Badly and with absolutely no guidance as how to deal with his neurodivergency other than just fucking let anything anyone wanted happen sooooo he got raped, as a kid, like. A lot. A LOT. And basically ended up thinking that because of this all humans were just horrifying awful monsters and yeahhhhh things pretty much went downhill from there

I don't have a ton of time so you can send me more asks about it lol this is just barely scratching the surface this thing is pretty intense

A lot of other things that I think I can apply to bsd dazai as well, tho they're not gone into that much in the canon:

-This dude is like always fucking drunk or high, cause he just cannot stand being sober that much. He's a serious alcoholic and actually addicted to opioids and I cannot think that much differently about dazai. He's got issues.

but there are a lot of differences between Dazai and the no longer human mc, though there are enough similarities that this is definitely the dude he was based off of.

The main difference is that the no longer human mc is actually just a good guy. He's made a shit ton of stupid fucking mistakes, but he's trying to be a good man and he feels awful for the things he's done, which, I really cannot say Dazai has. Dazai is not a good man, I think everyone knows that. He doesn't really care that much lol

-both of them are like. Weirdly popular with women. Which is hilarious but like, with Dazai he doesn't really take it seriously, and he actually flirts with women. The no longer human guy like. He doesn't hes just like Tragically Attractive and women want to be with him and he has no clue how to say no so he just ends up being a whore bc hes socially useless. It causes a lot of problems bc hes like constantly cheating because of this lol.

-Dazai has a much more poetic view of it all? The no longer human guy is just fucking suffering and hes like why is this happening to me im so awful and i bring misfortune to everyone around me and its not fair and he wants to die and everything but it's not at all in the same way that Dazai does. Dazai acts more like an author than him, in the sense of his "I want a death that is narriatively satisfactory and I want to know the meaning of living by seeing the worst of it and observing how it is to be a human" yeah that's not the same at all. No longer human man really just doesn't understand them and is just. Not having fun

-Also, it's really the thing about Dazai having such an utter lack of religion compared to his original counterpart. Like, the main thing that kept this dude alive for so long was the fact that he had so much religious trauma and was constantly guilty and worried he would go to hell and basically scared of everything. Bsd dazai is like, nearly the opposite, he's the kind of dude who was born and raised atheist, and in the kind of way that he's trying to basically come up with his own meaning of life and religion to follow, whereas the original is struggling to live with one that's been perscribed to him. Both are Very Neurodivergent but it was, handled differently

And yeah i really do have to keep this short, you can totally ask me more and I have a lot more to say but one thing I want to bring attention to is the fact of something they do have in common- their masking. It's a big part of no longer human, about how the mc doesn't understand social customs and what is acceptable or how to talk to people or seriously be happy, so he basically comes up with this "clowning" which is basically, make a fool of himself on purpose all the time so people will never take him seriously or think he's good or smart. That's something dazai completely does, wholeheartedly, and something that fucks him up bad in no longer human. And I think that could be examined a lot more deeply, this dude has issues and so many of them are related to autism. God, I have so many thoughts but aghhhhhhhhhhhhh i hope u enjoy

#rowan gets yelled at #rowan's hyperfixation essays #rowan watches bsd

[concentrateandpush]

Etta Grace

Getting pregnant at 16 wasn’t the best plan. I can only thank god that I'm at boarding school so I haven't had to tell my parents. Everyone has been quite supportive, especially my roommate Emey, shes helped me the whole pregnancy from carrying my bags to classes, to shaving me when I had dates because I couldn't reach myself.

I had quite a small bump for the first 26 weeks, so I was still able to hide it from people. I popped at week 27 and I've grown bigger and bigger since. I've had to ask for a different desk for class as I cant fit into the normal ones now. Right now, I'm in English, my teacher Mrs Richards has been my biggest support system since I found out, she bought me the test and held me when I cried. She also helped me write a letter to the Dad. I didn’t know how to tell him. I thought that sleeping with the headmaster would get me higher marks, longer deadlines and passes on missed classes, not a baby. He hasn't spoken to me once, I went to his office once but his secretary told me he didn’t have time to see me.

These contractions are 6 minutes apart now, I guess I could have gone to the nurse but I can hide my pain if I need to and nobody seems to have noticed. The bell goes off and Mrs Richards keeps me back after class "Izzy, can I speak with you for a minute?" she asks softly, "mhm" I nod wondering if she knows. "Sweetheart, I've been timing your contractions since you came in here, why are you hiding it?" she asks rubbing my arm. 

"I'm not ready" I cry "he doesn’t care, he doesn’t even acknowledge me, why doesn’t he want this baby like I do?" I ask her pitifully. "Mr Johnson is a proud man, he has a family and he probably feels like there’s a lot at stake in accepting this. I don’t agree with him at all, I have spoken to him Izzy, I just cant get him to see sense" she shakes her head. "Mrs Richards, I don’t want his money or even him, I just want my baby to have a dad, I don’t want this baby having a life like mi-" I stop talking because I feel a contraction coming. I grip to the side of my desk and breathe deeply trying to keep on top of the pain. Mrs Richards comes around me and starts rubbing my lower back "deep breaths sweetheart" she tells me. 

"I've cancelled my next class, were going to the hospital" she tells me and I nod. As I stand up I feel a small gush from my opening, not now, this cant happen here. "Mrs, Mrs what do I do? I cant have the baby here, I cant do this now" I look at her in a panic and I can tell shes equally as worried as I am. "Okay Izzy, I need you to take off your panties, you can take off your skirt if you want, I need to check you" she says as she puts her coat down for me to lay on. She helps me get to the floor as I hold my tight belly with one hand and the other touching the floor to support me. "Don’t look so worried, I had my first when I was your age, a little more organised than this though" she laughs as she sanitises her hands.

I open my legs up, I feel comfortable around Mrs Richards but it's still embarrassing for me. I look up above me at the ceiling in the room, counting the stains and squares. "Okay, this is going to hurt" she warns me as she puts her fingers inside me and I see her facial expression change, "sweetheart your a 9, you're going to have to give birth here, is that okay?" She asks like I have a choice in the matter. I feel like I'm in good hands, I feel safe but it doesn’t take this pain away. I feel another contraction "owwwww" I scream, "can you get Emey? Please? Room 723" I ask.

I didn’t think that being alone for 5 minutes would scare me as much as it did but as soon as Emey and Mrs Richards came back I knew it was worth it. "Izzy, you okay? You should have text me earlier" Emey protests. "Uhhhhhh" I groan as I try to feel my opening to see what I touch. I watch Emey’s reaction and she looks like she's going to cry, I dont know if that's because her God child is about to be born or if she can never imagine enduring this pain in her life. "Should someone else be here Izzy?" Emey asks me hinting we should call Mr Johnson. "I already called him" Mrs Richards tells me. I nod because I didn’t really want him there but I knew it was his right to watch me birth his child. "Is he coming?" I ask anxiously, "I think so" Mrs Richards says looking at the door.

"Oh fuck, it's coming" I squeal as I pull my legs up to my chest. "Izzy, listen to me, use this contraction to push, feel my fingers, here? Use them as a guide and push onto them" she instructs. I look at Emey knowing that this is it, I'm so scared, I don’t even know if I'm ready to be a mother, but I know there’s no choice now. "Owww" I push weakly and look at Mrs Richards "Like that, try and hold it for 10 and keep it as strong as you can, big pushes okay?" She tells me. "Nggggghhhaaaaa" I cry "5.. 6.. 7.. 8.. 9" Emey counts. "That's it Mommy, you've got it, let's keep the pushes like that and baby will be here in no time" Mrs Richards encourages me. "Mrs, I cant do this, it hurts so bad" I cry pitifully as I wipe the sweat from my forehead. Emey pulls a handkerchief from her pocket and starts to dab my forehead down and around my neck. "I'm so warm" I moan as Emey undresses me into my bra and removes my shoes and socks "Leaving those on and nothing else would have been weird" she laughs.

I look at Mrs Richards and nod to let her know there’s another contraction coming, she pulls my thigh further over and rubs my knee. "Oooooooh" I moan digging as deep as I can trying my best to get the head out at least "Can I push again?" I moan. "Listen to your body" Mrs Richards tells me as she smiles. "Nggggg" I cry as I pull my legs. "Can you see anything yet?" I ask eagerly hoping I've at least moved the head down. "Not yet sweetheart, let's move positions now when you're having a break" Mrs Richards says as she helps me on to my hands and knees. As I get into position I feel the baby moving down and a lot more pressure. Emey comes around to my face end to give me some support "You've got this Mommy" she tells me as she tucks my hair behind my ear.

I feel empowered, I've not been called Mommy through this pregnancy and it's just made me feel like it's all real. I feel a movement in my tummy and reach down to hold my bump, as I move my arm I hear a pop and feel my waters break fully, all over my legs. Everything gets so much more painful now, I'm actually shocked at the pain I'm feeling, it just hurts way more than I expected and I don’t know if I can handle it. "This is so painful, I cant -" the door opens and I turn around to see Mr Johnson stood there awkwardly. I just look at him expecting him to speak but he doesn’t, "Mr Johnson, can you come here and hold Izzy’s bump so she isn’t holding all of the weight on her knees" Mrs Richards orders. 

He comes over and kneels next to me, I watch him in the reflection as he holds my bump for the first time and he tears up. I look at Emey as she smiles at me reassuringly knowing how hard I'm taking this, she nods to Mrs Richards for her to know I'm getting another contraction, she knows because I did my nails into her legs that I'm leaning on. "Big push now" Mrs Richards says. "Nghaaaaaaaaaa" I scream as I bare down stronger than I have every other time, I really don’t want to look weak in front of him. I don't want him knowing how difficult I've found pregnancy. I take a deep breath and push again "OWwwwwww" I cry silently, only Emey seeing my tears. "Fuck it burns, its burning so much, have I torn? Mrs, did I tear?" I shout with my head turned back. "You're crowning, one more push and we’ve got her head! Don’t worry about tearing, you're stretching wonderfully" she tells me. "Stop thinking about it, focus" Emey orders, I know she's referring to Mr Johnson as I feel him rub my lower back.

"Why didn’t you talk to me?" I turn to him and shout. "I didn’t know how to handle it, Izzy" he replies. By this point in infuriated and I turn around carefully knowing baby’s head is peaking "You didn’t know how to handle it? A grown man who chose to sleep with a 16 year old didn’t know how to handle it?" I snap. "I know what you're saying Izzy, I know how hard this must have been -" I cut him off before he can go any further "No, Rob, you don’t have a clue how hard it's been for me, I cant tell my parents because were meant to be religious, meaning I cant go home. But at least they'll pay my school and accommodation bills if they don’t know. I've had to endure weeks of pain, sickness, fucking dickheads in this school giving me grief for being like this and I've still protected you and your fucking family. So, excuse me if I cant forgive you for fucking up my life" I pause "But thank you, for making me realise you were nothing to me other than a fuck every now and then". I instantly use my anger to bare down and push laying back on Emey "AHHH" I scream as i hear Emey count "8.. 9.. 10".

"That's it Mommy, come on now, one more for the head to be here, reach down and feel" she takes my hand and puts it on the head. "She's a red head like you" Mr Johnson smiles, despite hating him right now I smile and let out a sigh of relief. "Do you want to squat sweetie? It might help baby’s head out?" Mrs Richards suggests. I nod and move into a squatting position. Emey tries to support my weight but Mr Johnson sees her struggle and swaps places with her, he sits behind me on a chair allowing me to put my arms on his knees.

I start to feel another contraction and cling tighter to Mr Johnson’s knees, he leans down and cradles my bump. "Uhhhhh" I moan as I push feeling the head come out with pints of amniotic fluid and jolting my body back. "Oh my god Izzy, her head is out, like full on out" Emey shouts. "Well done Momma" Mr Johnson says calmly as he rubs your bump. "Right, all you need to do now, is push these shoulders out for me and then you'll have your little girl" Mrs Richards tells me. I feel so emotional and start crying not knowing what I've done to deserve this beautiful, perfect little person wondering how I'm going to protect her and give her everything that I can.

I see Emey pick up her phone and take photos of baby’s head coming out, I tell her she ought to be careful of the angle in case she got Mr Johnson in. "I left my wife" Mr Johnson announces, I see Emey’s face look up at me in shock. Knowing I don’t have much time left before the next contraction I look up at him and ask "Why? Why would you do that?" Shaking my head. "I couldn't lie to myself anymore" he tells me. "Lie about what?" I ask. "How I feel about you" he answers. 

I ignore his last comment as I feel the contraction starting, I know this is a painful one because it’s started to steadily and I can see my stomach tightening. "Push Izzy, give me a big big push" Mrs Richards says as I bare down "Harder Izzy, as hard as you can" she adds. "FUCK" I scream realising baby hasn't moved at all and i lean back on Mr Johnson. "Come on you can do it Iz" Emey says smiling at me. I lower myself to the floor and Mr Johnson sits next to me. "Izzy, push" Mrs Richards says as I feel her fingers around the shoulders as she tries to guide the baby out. "NGHHHHAAA" i scream, frustrated because I'm trying so hard but dont seem to be getting anywhere.

"We might need to get her to a hospital, I think the shoulders are too big to come out, her body is too small" Mrs Richards tells Mr Johnson. I look at Emey and then Mrs Richards "Will they have to cut me?" I ask panicking and looking down at the head. "It'll give you space sweetie, it'll make it easier for you so you don’t wear yourself out" she answers. "No, please, I can do it, just let me try" I beg watching her dial 999 on her phone. "Emey, come and hold this leg, Mr Johnson, the other, Izzy, were going to try a different tactic. Little gentle pushes, okay? Little pushes one after the other" Mrs Richards says as she takes control. I feel my legs being torn apart and if I wasn’t giving birth I'd have screamed. "Izzy, I'm going to put my hands in, this is going to hurt but I need to turn baby okay?" Mrs Johnson says. I nod and start pushing "Ngh ngh ehh ooh ngh ngh" the burning is so intense so I listen to my body "NNGGGAAAAAAAAAHHHH" I bare down and push my baby out.

"Welcome baby" Mrs Richards says as she passes me my newborn little girl. "Shes beautiful" I cry smiling. "Like her mother" Emey smiles at me as she touches babies head. I'm still out of breath from pushing and I'm trying my best to catch my breath. "Do you want to meet your daughter?" I ask Mr Johnson. I hand her to him and he cries as he looks at her little face, "I was thinking Etta?" I tell him. He smiles and tucks my hair behind my ear "Etta Grace?" He asks and I smile as a confirmation.

#giving birth #birtherotica #childbirth #birthstory #birth

[curlybookwriter0294]

Just Another Day

Summary: The conversation had never came up before until that moment when Zuko and Katara were out shopping at Kroger for dinner. Valentine's Day. And honestly, he was glad that he had chosen her to be his girlfriend because pretty soon he will realize that they have a lot more in common than he had originally realized.

Disclaimer: I own nothing from Avatar. Just the plot

Rating: T

“Oh spirits.” An annoyed brown-haired woman muttered, pausing near an aisle and threw her head back with a huff of frustration. “It’s happening again.”

“Katara, why did you stop walking?” A raven-haired man asked, pushing the cart behind his girlfriend, sighing in relief when he stopped the cart just in time before it could hit the back of a pair of tan ankles. “I could’ve hit you.”

Katara turned her head slightly to look at her frowning boyfriend that was standing behind her with a cart full of items for dinner that she would be making later that evening. She huffed at him when he had quirked a good eyebrow that wasn’t burned off from his scar that was on the left side of his face. “It’s just so sickening Zuko.”

“What is?” Zuko asked his blue-eyed girlfriend, walking around so he was standing next to her instead of behind her with the cart, trying to see what she was talking about.

“Valentine’s Day,” she muttered, wrinkling her nose as she pointed what she was talking about in front them, rolling her sapphire eyes with disgust at the display.

Zuko cocked his head to the side with slight interest as he followed where her finger was pointing at. He hummed quietly when his golden eyes spotted the Valentine’s Day display that was in front of them. The pink and red display had three large bears at the very front as well as several smaller bears that was at the bottom. He didn’t even have to go far to see that the whole aisle was fill with different kinds of candy manly chocolate.

He eyed his girlfriend of six months and the disgusted look that she held as she continued to sneer at the display in front of them. “What’s wrong with Valentine’s Day Katara?” he wanted to know, leaning forward on the handle of the cart, getting curious about what her reasoning was behind her comment. Katara ignored his question and started to walk by the aisle, ignoring the pink and red display completely as she walked over towards the meat aisle of Kroger. “Got a bad experience?” he tried again, rolling his molten eyes when she had ignored him.

Katara scoffed at her boyfriend’s questioning when she had leaned over to look at different types of meat, trying to decide on what kind of meat to get for tonight. She couldn’t decide if she wanted the 97% lean of meat or the 95% lean of meat. Katara frowned when she felt Zuko’s stare burning at her back and she rolled her eyes. “Nope,” she finally answered, moving down the long aisle that held the meat. “Hmm,” she whispered as she picked up another package of meat, studying it as she read the label that was on the corner. “Do I want the 95% or the 97%?”

“You would want the 97% Katara,” Zuko answered the question for her, knowing full well that she would always get the 97% lean of meat. He rolled his eyes when he watched her place the meat into the cart and he lightly tapped Katara’s legs with the cart which earned him a glare and he had completely ignored it. “Come on, what’s wrong with Valentine’s Day?” he prompted again.

Katara crossed her arms over her chest and stared at him with a small sigh. “It’s just a stupid holiday. I don’t get why we have one day to celebrate with someone that we care about. It should be every day, not just one stupid day. To me it’s just pointless,” she explained, huffing as she shook her head, making her dark hair bounce around her.

Zuko studied his girlfriend as he thought about what he should say next. He has to be honest with himself, he didn’t exactly know what her feelings towards Valentine’s Day until that very moment. In a few days it was coming up, but he didn’t exactly know what he should do about the holiday because the conversation had never once come up until now. He decided to play it safe to see what her next response would be. “I get what you mean. It can put a lot of pressure on the couple and sometimes it can hurt the relationship if the expectations were not met.”

“Exactly Zuko!” Katara said, agreeing with her boyfriend. “It should be every day,” she scoffed, placing a hand on the edge of the cart and started to pull it and Zuko started to push it to help her. “That’s why I don’t celebrate it. It’s just another day for me.”

Zuko frowned at her words but didn’t say anything else about Valentine’s Day. Instead of saying anything Zuko just stared at her beautiful long brown hair that was swaying back and forth as she continued to walk down different aisles of Kroger, trying to decide if that was her honest feelings about this holiday because if it was, he was damn glad that he had chosen her to be his girlfriend.

There’s only one other person that knows Katara more than him and that person was Sokka. He made a mental note to give her older brother a call to find out if what she was saying about Valentine’s Day was true or was it a lie.

~*~*~*~*

“You mean to tell me that she had always hated Valentine’s Day Sokka?” Zuko asked over the phone the very next day, leaning back against the headboard of his bed and kicked his feet up as he tried to get settled comfortably.

“Oh yea!” Katara’s older brother said, scoffing. “Always hated it! What a total weirdo.”

Zuko pursed his lips together at his comment about Katara being weird. To him it wasn’t weird to not like a holiday. He should know. However, he wanted to know exactly the reason behind it and that was why he had called her older brother.

“But why though?” he asked, sighing heavily as he used a hand to run through his thick raven hair. Zuko knows deep down there must be a reason why Katara doesn’t celebrate Valentine’s Day. He tried to bring it up again while she was making dinner that night in her apartment, but her explanation was still the same. “I tried asking if she had a bad experience and she said no. Is that true?”

Sokka laughed into the phone loudly, making Zuko pull away the phone from his ear to save his hearing. “Yup! She had never had a bad experience. The guys never got that far. Unfortunately, some did try to ask her to be their Valentine and when that happens, she would dump them. Soooo, if you were planning anything for tomorrow just don’t. Your relationship would be over if you do. And as your friend and Katara’s brother I am just here to warn you.”

Zuko narrowed his golden gaze at his dark red blanket that was folded neatly at the edge of his bed and bit the inside of his cheek. After a moment, he chuckled. “What’s so funny Sparky?” Sokka asked. Zuko scoffed at the silly nickname that he had received from one of their friends named Toph who was known for giving people weird nicknames.

“Let’s just say that I am glad that Katara’s my girlfriend.”

“Uhhhhhh, what do you mean by that? You better be damn glad that she’s your girlfriend!”

“Let’s just say that we have a lot more in common than I had ever realized, Sokka.”

~*~*~*~*

Katara sighed when she had walked over to her apartment keys that were in the glass bowl that was on top of a small wooden table and started to hum a random tune as she walked to her door to walk over to a Dollar Tree to get her favorite ice cream and to rent her favorite movie Mean Girls from one of those movie renting machines.

She had always had this tradition for Valentine’s Day ever since she could remember. It truly did not bother her that she doesn’t celebrate the holiday and was highly confused as to why Zuko kept bringing it up, wondering why he kept asking her about the stupid holiday that was today. She worried her lower lip as she ponders on what to do because she has not heard from him all day and she hopes no prays that Zuko wasn’t out trying to surprise her on Valentine’s Day. She would be upset if she had to dump him on Valentine’s Day because of it.

Katara frowned at the doorknob and furrowed her brows together as she continues to think heavily and opened the door, grunting when she had bumped into solid muscle on her way out and a strong arm quickly caught her before she had fell flat on her face. “What the hell?”

“Sorry. Are you alright Katara?” A baritone voice asked, making Katara look up to see Zuko standing in front of her with a small smile on his face. “Going somewhere?” he asked, quirking up his good brow at her with a hint of curiosity in his molten gaze.

“I’m actually on my way to the store. What are you doing here?” Katara asked, crossing her arms over chest and cocked her head to the side.

Zuko smirked at her when he had held up a bag in front of her. “Got that covered,” he told her. “Mint chocolate chip, right?” he asked, even though he had already knew the answer thanks to her older brother. He cleared his throat when Katara gave him a suspicious look. “I also got Mean Girls that we can watch while we eat it,” he continued, pulling out the square movie package that was also in the same bag as the ice cream.

“You talked to my brother didn’t you Zuko? I never once told you what my favorite movie or ice cream was,” she told him, looking at him accusingly as she unwrapped her arms to place them on her hips.

“I, uh,” Zuko stuttered out, clearing his throat when Katara glared at him. Moments later, he nodded his head at her question and sighed in defeat. “Look, today would’ve been our first Valentine’s Day together as a couple. I had no clue on how you felt about it the holiday until we had gone to the store the other day. That’s why I had to talk to your brother about it to find out the reason why,” he explained, rubbing the back of his neck nervously when he noticed that her glare was slowly going away but her sapphire eyes held a questioning look when he had looked at her. “I truly thought that you celebrate Valentine’s Day.”

“Zuko—” Katara started, trying to figure out where this whole conversation was heading. She was about to say something to him but was interrupted when her golden eyed boyfriend shook his head at her.

“What I’m trying to say here,” Zuko said with a sigh. “I also do not like Valentine’s Day. But I still want to spend time with you just like we would any other day. That’s why I came with your favorite things,” he told her, watching Katara’s cheeks turning pink when she looked down to stare at the ice cream and movie that was in his hand.

“Are you being honest with me right now? Because I am pretty sure that my brother told you that I’ve dumped a few guys that tried to surprise me on this stupid holiday.” Katara said, trying to test him to see how he would react.

Zuko scoffed at her skepticism and roll his eyes at her. “When have I ever lied to you?” he asked her in a serious tone.

Katara worried her lower lip when she looked down at the bag and movie again that was in his hand. She never thought that she would find someone that had dislike Valentine’s Day. She truly thought that she was the only person on Earth that had truly hated it. Her auburn-haired best friend named Suki even told her that she was crazy for hating the holiday of love! The men that she had dated in the past had never understood her reasonings as to why she couldn’t stand it.

She had to end things with her last boyfriend that she had before Zuko came into her life. His name was Aang. He was a nice man, very easy going, loving, and was always good to her. However, she had told him multiple times that she did not celebrate Valentine’s Day and he tried several times to surprise her with flowers and gifts and she couldn’t handle it anymore and had to dump him.

“Uh, Katara?” Zuko asked, wondering why his girlfriend was staring at him weirdly. “The ice cream is going to melt if we continue to stand out here.”

“R-right,” she said in a small voice, moving aside so he could enter inside her apartment. Once he was close enough, she grabbed his face with her hands to pull him in for a kiss, catching the raven-haired off guard but had immediately started to kiss her back.

“What was that for?” Zuko asked, panting heavily when he pressed his forehead against hers after they had pulled away.

“For understanding me. No one had understood me before or how I felt about today. I thought I would never find someone that had felt the same as me,” Katara told him honestly, worrying her lower lip.

Zuko responded by leaning in close to give her another kiss on her plush lips. He grunted when he felt Katara biting his lower lip, asking him permission to deep their kiss and he was happy to honor her wish and gladly opened his mouth so he could feel her tongue inside his mouth, making Katara moan when they pulled away the second time. “Anytime Katara,” he told her with a smile. “Now, let’s eat this ice cream and watch that horrible movie!”

“It’s not a horrible movie Zuko!”

“Yes, it is Katara.”

#zutara fluff #zutara fic #zuko x katara #alternate universe #avatar fic #fanifc

[punkfistfights]

ok so i haven’t been posting about this much because i have some personal issues with slapping that makes talking about it an uncomfortable subject for me. but i’ve seen some uhhhhhh ice-cold takes on the topic of jm and martin slapping jon. 

ok, so martin has officially slapped jon three times in canon. this has happened in 160 (the eye opens), 169 (fire escape), and 172 (strung out). it was also mentioned in 173 (night night).

now, let’s talk about context.

first, 160:

jon had just inadvertently started the apocalypse and then passed out. we have no clue how long he’s out for but martin is clearly horrified and frantic. he slaps jon to wake him up and it works. this is not abusive behavior.

next, 169:

in this case, martin is actively in danger and has been trying to get jon to stop giving the statement without slapping him but needs his help. slapping jon is clearly his last resort. this is not abusive behavior.

next, 172:

jon gave a statement and—as usual—martin left during it. apparently while jon is giving the statement, martin is wondering around in this corner of the web’s domain. we don’t know if this is of his own free will but we do know that it disturbs and frightens him enough that he wants to not be here anymore and jon appears caught up in the statement and begins to start anew. this...is where it gets a little more complicated.

i want to make something clear—i don’t think martin is abusive. i do not believe he’s abusing jon in the slightest. i think he is in a situation we can’t really comprehend and he is doing the best with what he has. i think his and jon’s relationship is remarkably cute for being in the middle of an apocalypse.

however, i think this time is when he exhibits abusive behavior. i think he’s becoming comfortable with slapping jon to get him out of monologuing and hasn’t communicated with jon to figure out if there’s a different way to do so. he was remarkably blasé with the line “...i didn’t want to wait”. i was uncomfortable with this scene, something i talked about at length in two servers i’m in. i honestly thought jonny was just leaning on a trope that makes me, an abuse survivor, uncomfortable, but i didn’t think he was writing martin as abusive. i still don’t think he’s writing martin as abusive but i do think that he knows that he’s leaning on that trope. and the reason i think that is because of the exchange in the most recent episode, 173 “night night”.

now, i know jon was holding himself back more with this statement but the line “thank you for not hitting me this time” definitely hit me like a sucker punch—and i know it did the same for other abuse survivors, whether the abuse was from a parent, a partner, or so forth. it was a hard line to hear and it reveals that i think jonny knows what he’s been leaning on. i hope that he has jon & martin communicate, but, well, the characters in this show aren’t really known for being very communicative and we’re nearing the end of a tragedy, so i genuinely don’t think it’s likely this will happen. maybe i’m wrong but i just don’t know.

honestly, though, i’m more uncomfortable with the way the fandom jokes around about jon getting slapped than i am by the actual slapping happening.

tl; dr: i don’t think martin is abusive and i doubt the majority of the fanbase disagrees. it’s just that martin slapping jon is feeling more and more like abusive behavior and that’s making me uncomfortable as an abuse survivor. i hope it gets addressed in canon in some way—at least to decide that they’ll figure out another way—but i doubt that will happen.

#tee talks #jon sims #martin blackwood #tma #abuse cw #abuse tw #long post #undescribed

[freefallingup13]

The Wheel of Fortune and The Hanged Man please! -Lonesome

Oh I can answer this one real quick before work

The Wheel of Fortune: first three songs that come on shuffle?

Here I'll add links, these come on my playlist "Recent Listening" where I shove all the songs I happen to like at the moment lol

Yeah I like uhhhhhh chill music that makes the brain dissociate a bit lol

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

The Hanged Man: Favorite movie soundtrack?

Uhhhh hard to tell honestly, I don't watch a lot of movies and I really don't pay attention to the music that often. I don't watch musicals eith

The Lion King, actually, I very much love The Lion King lately, hyperfixation 2 eclectic hullabaloo, sometimes "I Just Can't Wait to be King" manages to slip into that Frozen song "Love is an Open Door" in my head and I have no fucking clue why

#answering asks

[if-the-crown-fits-translate-it]

Discord pt 96

[Date: 18/03, 11:00 PM GMT - 18/03, 11:33 PM GMT]

[CW for self-harm]

fetch: “...

so um.

slight change in plans.

im not home yet. and i don't think i will be tonight.”

kateza affectionate: “hey fetch

sorry about the sports question earlier

are you at least somewhere safe?”

fetch: “for the time being, yeah.

i um

just got jumped”

kateza affectionate: “jesus”

fetch: “intolerant assholes saw my tail.”

kateza affectionate: “oh no :( i'm sorry”

Maxwell: “oh shit you okay?”

fetch: “and i really don't feel safe going home when I'm a target. i can't put em on max's back either.”

Maxwell: “why would they bother me?”

fetch: “youre a hybrid too.”

Maxwell: “aw shit not those types of people”

fetch: “and they weren't your average schoolyard bullies. they said that if they saw me again they'd bring their guns.”

kateza affectionate: “...”

fetch: “i got lucky with this being a knife fight.”

kateza affectionate: “jesus christ i'm so sorry fetch”

Maxwell: “bitch id fucking bite their fingers off”

fetch: “im okay for now. bleeding is minimal. gas station worker pretty much all but assured my safety. pretty sure she's a hybrid too but im not noticing anything right away.”

kateza affectionate: “where did they get you?”

Maxwell: “....”

fetch: “out by the park not too far from here. i was ready to go back home i really was and now this happens.

fuck me.

so sorry but uh. yeah i dont think i'll be home tonight. im sorry.”

kateza affectionate: “you said it was a knife fight. i meant more did they actually like... stab you or slice you”

fetch: “a couple dices here n there. nothing major.”

kateza affectionate: “at least its not worse

i'm glad that it wasn't worse

fetch: “yeah. me too.

they uh. pulled on the laurel too. really fucking hurt.”

Maxwell: “so youve got cuts right?”

fetch: “only a few. gas station lady gave me bandages for em”

Maxwell: “hm...one sec

hey fetch where does mona keep the scissors?”

fetch: “no clue??? why???”

Maxwell: “she used those to cut the bud last night right?”

fetch: “i wouldn't know, i was on the streets”

Maxwell: “crap....

uh

theyll have to do”

fetch: “okay okay what are you trying to do with scissors

first of all”

Maxwell: “something that could help”

fetch: “????????”

Maxwell: “uhhhhhh fucking ice....found it!”

fetch: “quit being vague and just tell me”

Maxwell: “its fine dont worry”

fetch: “just tell me what it is you're doing please”

Maxwell: “....

youve got cuts and scraps”

fetch: “yeah? and?”

Maxwell: “they could be dirty or something when you come home tomorrow

and i....wanna make sure it'll heal”

fetch: “so how are scissors going to help”

Maxwell: “theres this....old recipe...that could help

and i need scissors to get the 'ingredients'”

fetch: “if you're going to try to cut your laurel im going to ask you to stop right now.”

Maxwell: “.....what makes you think im gonna do that--”

fetch: “you are, arent you. youre thinking about it.

max. all thats going to do is hurt you.”

Maxwell: “but itll help you”

fetch: “i don't want your help if you're going to hurt yourself.”

Maxwell: “look I've already held ice to it its fine”

fetch: “!¡ꖎᒷᔑᓭᒷ⋮⚍ᓭℸ̣  ꖎᒷᔑ⍊ᒷ╎ℸ̣  ᔑꖎ𝙹リᒷ.” [Please just leave it alone.]

Maxwell: “just...one sec

.....okay so”

fetch: “ᒲᔑ̇/ d𝙹𝙹⚍∷eaꖎ╎⨅ᒷ∴⍑ᔑt ᓵ𝙹⚍ꖎ↸hᔑ!¡!¡ᒷリ╎⎓𝙹⚍ᓵ⚍ℸ̣  ╎ℸ̣.” [Max do you realize what could happen if you cut ̣it.]

Maxwell: “didn't hurt as bad”

fetch: “max.”

fetch: “i told you i don't want your help if you're hurting yourself. jesus christ don't argue with me on this.”

Maxwell: “.....”

kateza: “i mean, maybe don't snap at him if he is trying to help

but

it's not good to let yourself bleed to stop someone's pain.”

Maxwell: “its fine its the white shit again thats what happens”

fetch: “if it hurts you, i don't want it helping me. ive hurt you enough.”

Maxwell: “and the flowers dont wilt so it'll stay healthy till you come home”

Maxwell: “You would have done the same and I know it

Pot marigolds can help with healing wounds, like cuts and scraps and can sometimes help with bleeding and certain infections

I've got plenty to spare”

fetch: “at least i have a little bit of self preservation. i know you care about me and i care about you too which is why im staying away and i don't want you hurting yourself to help someone ∴⍑𝙹 ╎ᓭリℸ ̣ ☊⍜⋔⟟⋏☌ ⏚⏃☊☍.” [Who isnt coming back.]

Maxwell: “but that's exactly what youre doing right now!”

“you staying away is only hurting yourself and I know you can defend yourself

you dont need anyone to protect you i know that

but that doesnt mean we still dont worry”

Maxwell: “you could be fucking invincible and we'd all still worry if you got a scrap from a rose bush

thats how friends are fetch....”

fetch: “you're allowed to be worried for me. im worried for me. but you shouldn't go on impulse cutting off bits of a thing thats connected to your brain just to help me when I'm not even there.”

Maxwell: “we've already established that all it does is hurt a bit when I cut it off”

fetch: “i don't care how much it does or doesn't hurt max. it's still hurting you and that's what im so desperately trying to avoid.”

Maxwell: “the flowers dont wilt its fine if it doesnt work then I know i wont ever need to do it again”

[kateza: “i do not like the imagery of fetch tearing someone's throat out”]

fetch: “╎ ↸𝙹.” [I do.]

Jack: “Maxwell I'm pretty sure you aren't going to get to try it

you'll be too page'd out”

Maxwell: “no its fine”

Jack: “its literally. its literally not fine.”

kateza: “max... max, can you please stop trying to downplay what’s going on?”

fetch: “i think im getting a little worked up and max, i don't want to take it out on you. im going to say this one last time: don't fucking hurt yourself for me.

i'm gonna go now.”

[Jack: “good luck Fetch, if someone else jumps you just go fucking wild”]

fetch: “𝙹⍑, ↸𝙹リ'ℸ ̣  ⎓⚍ᓵꖌ╎リ⊣ ℸ ̣ ᒷᒲ!¡ℸ ̣  ᒲ���.” [Oh, don't fucking tempt me.]

[After fetch leaves, Maxwell starts on the recipe to prepare the marigolds from his metal circuit. Everyone ponders how and if this will work because they are metal petals.

Maxwell: "....pot marigolds can be used to make a type of tea the tea can be used to help with cuts, scraps, scars and general wound healing. It can also sometimes be helpful in stopping blood from flowing from the cuts and certain inflammatory injuries...."]

#on:discord #by:maxwell #by:fetch #if the crown fits

[trulymadlysydney]

am I the only one who is confused about all the love island episodes?? Like I have paramount+ and that is where I typically watch but I feel like I haven’t seen anything about the new girls and korey yet??? But I did see will and Kiera in the hideaway???? so confused but excited for tonight’s episode!

but that kissing game! I can’t believe they rated Trina so high! She and cinco both need to go home so poor cash can live her best life!! I think she and korey could have something. Or maybe cash and Isaiah if Shannon doesn’t dump Josh for him!

Also, idk if you or E have any clue what happened but why were there random wave sounds during the drop? I watched it on paramount+ and was like uhhhhhh???? At first I thought they were trying to obscure personal info like street names and neighborhoods but Idk

NO YEAH I was like what the fuck last night when I was trying to figure it all out lmfao BUT the thing about Korey going on the date with the new girls was on the preview for tonight's episode! So you're good, you didn't really miss anything there.

I KNOOOOOOOOW. I actually still kinda like Cinco, I feel like his loyalties are with Cash but idk now. I just want Trina gone lmfao. I think Shannon is for sure gonna be dumping Josh for Isaiah though, which... good ;flakdjf;lk Josh is hot but he's trash

Also NO I didn't even watch the drop but apparently there were a lot of sound issues from what I heard which is????

#love island us