#i know my parents tried their best but that doesn't void the fact that their issues became MY issues

[holyvirgilscriptures]

yeah the wheelers aren't abusive but like... idk. some of the takes i'm reading seem dismissive of the fact that a lot of mike's issues do stem from his family. that doesn't make ted & karen monsters (ted is literally the equivalent of Just Some Guy) but that also doesn't mean mike's own shit is invalid.

#idk like this kind of stuff hits home #my family is very nuclear but a lot of my issues stem from my parents' short temper and the way they punished me for misbehaving #i know my parents tried their best but that doesn't void the fact that their issues became MY issues #even the “smallest” things are able to affect a person's psyche #shit that you find absolutely miniscule and nondescript could actually have huge consequences on your decelopment #hindsight is 20/20 #as they say #also ntm why does this sound like a reskinned trauma olympics lmao #wheeler family #fandom bs

[glitch-pep]

Would y'all believe me if I told you that I've been absolutely OBSESSED with this AU for 2 months now and I've been holding back the urge to post about it because I didn't make anything for it yet?

Well, I'M NOT HOLDING BACK ANY LONGER! MAY MY SELF INDULGENT AU BE UPON YE! >:D

I am very happy to present you,

The Chaotic Crossover AU!

AU explanation and facts under the cut.

The Chaotic Crossover AU is an au where characters of mine can travel across each other's universes, which allows them to be together. This AU's main focus are the interactions between my oc's, so my oc's are only really interacting with each other and no one else. Also, other random universes might open up for them to explore. Maybe it's just a parking lot, maybe it's an entire jungle... they'll never know until they enter. They enter them through a bunch of labeled white doors that are in a completely white void.

How all of this works, you may ask?

Doesn't matter! This is all purely for the fun of it and no one really questions anything.

So, basically, my homemade idiots (affectionate) hangout and chaos ensues.

Now, some facts about the gang:

Milo in this group is basically a weird mixture of a mom friend and a wine aunt.

Everyone is a member of the Molly protection squad.

Milo occasionally holds her hand in a motherly type of way, because they kept losing her during their hangouts.

Mina holds a lot of the braincells, but doesn't feel like sharing them. Milo is salty at Mina for not sharing said braincells.

Mina in general is still debating which option she finds worse, being with these 3 or with the kids in the culdesac.

They don't know what's worse, when Charlie is being all crazy and loud or when she's awfully quiet.

You should never leave Molly and Charlie in a room together for too long. Molly is very naive and believes virtually anything Charlie tells her.

Like, Molly didn't know what stealing is. And to be fair, she still doesn't, because Charlie told her that it's just 'saving things that don't actually belong to those people, so that they can finally be happy'.

And even though Milo tried to tell Molly the truth, she was so in awe with the idea of it that he didn't wanna break it to her.

Charlie basically acts as a weird sorta mentor that teaches Molly about the most random stuff. Milo usually stops her before she teaches Molly about something she shouldn't know about. (weapons, death etc.) Also, since Molly is the tallest Charlie often climbs on top of her for a piggyback ride.

Milo sees Mina as the grumpy teenager that the parents always drag along on a road trip even though she doesn't wanna go.

No one is really sure what's up with Molly's knowledge of things and her overall mentality, and no one is actually aware that she's an adult.

Charlie always comes up with crazy plans and tries to drag the others along with it.

Milo is the one that calls her out about the problems of said plan.

The Mina and Molly dynamic is basically:

Someone who doesn't care about anything at all, and someone who tends to care about things too much. Which leads to Molly often awkwardly asking Mina if she should worry about things. And Mina often says no for situations that do need a certain level of concern, to which Molly just tries her best to stay positive.

Charlie thinks she's the leader of the group. (It's actually Milo at this point cuz he's the one keeping everyone alive-)

And that's it for now! Except a lot of posts with these dummies. :'] ❤️

#Not gonna lie I had no clue how to draw them together for the first time but then I was like okay let's keep it simple #just line them up and make them interact in some way- #And I'm SO GLAD I did that because the height differences are driving me insane- #Like how Mina is just slightly taller than Milo but it's enough to be noticable and how Molly ended up being the tallest within a #bunch of kids and how you can finally really see how hecking small Charlie is when you compare her to everyone- #Also shoutout to myself for actually drawing Milo and not screwing it up... I didn't screw up anyone much to my surprise- #Gee I may actually be getting good at drawing my own oc's without struggling lmao #Anyway onto the usual tags #my art #my ocs #my oc's #my oc #digital art #digital drawing #digital artwork #milo #molly moon #mr. t. bear #mr t bear #charlie #mina #chaotic crossover au #I just now noticed that I forgot to add highlights to Charlie's bag #I already combined the layers so oops #No way to fix that now-

[aralezinspace]

Hey BB!

Your thoughts on The Endless family. Faves? Least faves? What you like about the family dynamic?

I love the whole family, their whole dynamic, in fact I’m gonna Go Off on an ADHD tangent™ xD

The more I think about it, the more the Endless family seems to be a spectrum of order-chaos. On one end you have Destiny (most order) on the other, Delirium (most chaos) which I find fascinating because who does that place smack dab in the middle? DESTRUCTION. Like what happens when you remove the (theoretical) middle of that spectrum, equal parts order and chaos?

My theory is that bits of his potential power/function got passed on to each of his siblings- destiny, death, dreams, desire, despair, and delirium all have the potential to destroy, now more so than before Destruction left because the void of his function needs to be filled somehow.

Dream and Delirium are probably my faves, with Desire and Death closely tied for second/third. I see so much of how I see the world in Delirium, and Dream gives me similar vibes as the Doctor- ancient and definitely powerful and dangerous but also comforting and empathetic and understanding and soothing. Like major props to the designers who created the Dreaming in the show because it feels like it contains boundless adventure and excitement, but also safe and like you're coming home, the same way the TARDIS and Hobbiton feel safe and like home.

In explaining the faves, I feel like I also gotta go into why Dream is my fave as an actor: Tom Sturridge was an absolute PERFECT casting. Like he's such a compelling physical actor; his smallest movements and changes in expression say SO MUCH, which is something I also aspire to as an actor. Not to mention his vocal tone, how he assumes this gentle air of authority that's not overbearing but constantly present, you have no doubt at any point that you're talking to a true monarch. I firmly believe that the best way to get better at something is to work with people who are better than you at the thing- that being said I want to work with Tom SO FRICKEN BAD, just play off him and act opposite him and pick his brain about how he approaches developing a character, Like save some talent for the rest of us ffs

You also get every single stereotypical Sibling Dynamic with these kids:

Destiny- Oldest Son, the pride and joy that also ends up becoming a parental figure to his siblings because mom and dad aren't really Involved

Death- classic Oldest Daughter syndrome, lessened slightly by not being the first born. Also becomes kind of a parental figure

Dream- your typical emo middle child, proud of his Independence and Doesn't Need Anyone but deep down yearns for affection

Destruction- punk middle child that doesn’t really get noticed or paid any attention until they move out then everyone's like "omg i miss him so much" but the fam has made their bed so he's all "🖕🏼🖕🏼you had your chance now I'm off doing my own thing"

Desire- scab picker that pits their siblings against each other for funsies and their own entertainment. My Mema would call them a bochinchosa (busy body). Everyone knows they're doing it but can't resist following along

Despair- Eeyore of the family- loves her despite of the despair/depression, siblings absolutely will defend her if anyone outside the family tries to bring her down because her function has value too

Delirium- youngest and perfect, gets away with absolutely EVERYTHING

There's my tangent, tagging @neil-gaiman Just In Case Neil if you want any materials re acting/auditioning (assuming you have any say) from me just say the word, I can't even begin to tell you how badly I want to Be A Part of the Sandman world, even a small part

#my stuff #The Sandman #answered #chromehoplite

[fictionkinfessions]

(Warning for a lot of chara-hate, mentions of self-destructive behaviors (cutting and drug/alcohol use), s×icid×l thoughts, bullying, homphobia/transphobia, emotional neglect, and the Colorbars Incident of 1987 and its aftermath, among other things... idk this shift just has me feeling very ranty ig)

You know, Stephanie? I still don't forgive you. I don't care how good your intentions were. I don't care how much you wanted to help. You fucked up in the most spectacular way possible, and now look at where we've ended up.

I stand by everything I said that day. No, it's not that easy to "just stop" doing what I was doing. You just don't know how to think of anyone except for yourself. Think about where I was in life: I had been relentlessly bullied since I was little, most of it being due to the fact that I had the audacity to exist as an openly-gay gnc transmasc person. Whenever I tried to tell my parents about how much I was suffering, they essentially told me I was overreacting and that I should just shut up and take it. You were my only friend, and when you weren't there, the only things I could do to take my mind off of wanting to fucking die were to cut, drink, and smoke the pain away. Chances are, if you were in that spot, you'd find it pretty tough to "just stop", too.

I don't know how I thought you were different from anybody else. Hell, you were worse. At least everyone else didn't pretend to care about me, then weasel their way into my personal business just to give me some holier-than-thou bullshit lecture about how I was bringing everything onto myself. Nope, that was just you. I'll admit that my coping mechanisms were pretty unhealthy, and I actually wanted to stop, but just acting like it's as easy as just... not doing it? That's a lot more than being naive; that's just being an oblvious fucking prick.

And, well, you can see what happened. After you left, I was so desperate for someone to fill that void that I ended up clinging on to someone who I thought actually understood me, and was just as miserable and fed-up with the world as I was. We worked together to create a little revenge plot on everyone, hijacked that national broadcast, and... you know how the rest of the story goes.

My blood is on your hands. How does that make you feel? If you would've just listened to me, none of this would've happened. You're lucky that I was the only one who died; from what I've heard, everyone who watched the broadcast had a few nasty (but mostly superficial) self-inflicted cuts at worst and a hell of a headache at best, and no one remembered any of it. Could you imagine what I would've done if the brainwashing worked like it was supposed to? That would've been thousands of people dead, and millions more would've been injured and/or traumatized. Remember: there was a lot of stuff that led up to this, and I acknowledge that the broadcast was my decision and therefore my fault, but the final straw was you.

Cry all you want, you asshole. It won't make me forgive you, and it sure as hell won't bring me back from the dead. Cry as much as you'd like, but don't you dare get upset if someone tells you to "just stop". It fucking hurts, doesn't it? Doesn't it sound so insensitive and clueless? They don't know your pain, right? They don't know how hard it is for you to cope with how fucking awful the world is, right???

Cry harder, Stephanie. It's too late for you to do anything else. I can't believe you had the audacity to say you were my friend.

-Kennith Simmons

#fictionkinfessions #fictionkin #kennithsimmonskin #communicationskin #chara hate #self harm cw #addiction cw #drugs cw #alcohol cw #bullying cw #suicide cw #suicide ideation cw #transphobia cw #colorbars incident cw #prevabuse #child abuse cw #blood #brainwashing cw #death cw #mod party cat

[fruity-fangirl]

As per one of my new year's resolutions, I said that I'll be posting more on here, so here we go. This post will be a teen wolf the movie review, but instead of rating it I'll just be sharing my thoughts

!!!TEEN WOLF THE MOVIE SPOILERS!!!

I'll start off with the parts that I enjoyed

so it doesn't seem like I hated the movie. I really enjoyed Scott's character in the movie. It felt like the writers and directors recognized the key elements of Scott's character and stayed true to it. the way that scott was willing to sacrifice himself just so that his friends and family can live was the same type of selfless deed he has done in the series. Scott's motivations have always been about protected his family and friends, so its refreshing to see that they stay true to his original character.

I also really enjoyed derek and eli's relationship, like it meant have felt like your typical teenage and parent relationship but there's just something special about the way that they are. Like all derek wanted to do is keep his son safe and to keep being apart of eli's life. Like you can tell that even tho they are both as stubborn as an ox, they still love each other to pieces.

(Also who is eli's mother cause I don't think its braedon. I'm not staying that there's anything wrong with him not having a mother. I'm just curious since Derek still had a love interest when the series ended)

I also enjoyed the fact that Malia stayed the same, she was fun and so unserious that it works for when for her. Its also nice to see that she mad something out of her life. (I wonder if stiles was the one to inspire her in cars and mechanics)

I loved the fact that the nogitsune's role started the same. the nogitsune's job was to just find someone that had deep enough connections in the pack that the pack couldn't killed them themselves.

While I am still bawling, I loved that Derek's character arc was completed. Derek came into the series and was really closed off and just wanted answers about his family. He ended up finding a new family and still getting closer about his old one. Derek also went out the same way most of the hales went out, by a flame, which is a whole new level of traumatic for everyone, but anyway. Why is derek and eli soo heavily mufasa and simba coded??

I also loved eli and malia's relationship, they really felt like (2nd) cousins and they had really good interactions.

I am glad to see that scott got his wish of having his own little family to raise and love.

Eli's also seems like a really good fit to eventually replace scott as the protector of Beacon hills

Below is the things that I'm pretty neutral about:

1. The whole plot twist of the chemistry teacher from season 1-3 really surprised me, like it makes perfect sense for him to take revenge scott and the pack but also not really since it was Jennifer's doing and Scott and the pack killed Jennifer. Harris also did not really add much to the story. For some reason I was expecting a bigger plot twist.

2. The way that the battle ended felt really half done like in theory sure that was one way to probably defeat the Nogitsune but how did they know that it was going to work. Parrish was only introduced later on in the series so they had no way of that he could defeat the Nogitsune.

3. Scott and Allison's relationship to me felt the same way Stiles and Lydia's felt. There was so much build up in the relationship only for the chemistry to not be enough for them to work as an endgame couple. They tried to force they two of them together so intensely that it just felt rushed and sloppy. While they kinda work together, scott and Allison are not the best pairings for each other same with stiles and lydia.

4. Allison's comeback to me was veryyy overhyped like she wasn't even a void allison or something. Allison just seemed like the same young influenciable girl that took everything her mom, aunt and grandad took to heart. Also the "loses her memory and gets it back through love" trope is very overdone and always gives me a weird feeling.

Next is things that I really disliked about the movie:

1. There was little to no consistency from the series, like what happened to Braeden, Corey and Theo. They were key players throughout the series and now its like POOF! they're gone. Two you can not make new relationship of the blue I get that you "needed" to shove malia into a relationship but with parrish of all people, eww. Also I thought that Melissa and Chris were going to stay together, but I guess they had to break they up for Scallison(?) to work.

2. Majority of the characters were underdeveloped, like i get that you don't have time for all of them, but at least try to make an effort. Like they had so much potential with another kitsune but they blew it. Even the returning characters felt like they were barely there.

3. I HATED (and I mean hated) the fact Jackson was so present in to story, he had no reason to even be there in the first place.

4. Also why was there so much nudity, like ??!

If I remember anything else I'll add on later but yeah. Let me know about your thoughts.

Note 1: I forgot to mention, the writers never should have tried to do stiles and kira's story without them

Note 2: The writers are absolute cowards for doing the same queerbaiting with stiles that they did in the series. I personally don't ship sterek (because of the age gap, and that they meant when stiles was a minor), but they could have done without the whole "jeep symbolizing their relationship" thing. The they were cowards not just making stiles bi in the first place, since stiles was clearly bi.

-AB

#teen wolf #teen wolf movie #scott mccall #malia tate #derek hale #lydia martin #movie review

[logictoinsanity]

Recently read The Silence by Tim Lebbon and it was great, found out there was a movie and watched it and now I'm subjecting the Internet void to

My Thoughts on The Silence (2019) (6.5/10):

-(TLDR: I enjoyed it, but if I hadn't read the book it'd be much less interesting

TLDR of the move: if youve seen a quiet place, very similar creature, blind and hunts via hearing, reminiscent of like, piranhas combined with bats. parents, young son, deaf daughter and moms mom are trying to survive)

- Casting is all good except for Huw they fucked up (actor did a good job, just don't think he has the right vibe and its not /just/ because he's bald)

- Jude and Ally are great, Otis is a Rottweiler and I can't remember if that's book accurate (definitely not how I pictured him, I pictured a mutt that vaguely resembles a dark grey Irish wolfhound, but not as ridiculously large). but he's so so cute (I hid during The Scene™ so I have no clue how they handled it, but maybe next time I can just think about the dog actor having a really fun time)

- Not a fan of the change of setting, I understand that the problem had to move faster than the book, but they could've still kept the UK and Moldova, I feel like this would be more important to me if I was British tho tbh, im sure theres aspects of the characters in the book that got messed up when they turned american that i didnt notice. Probably cheaper to film in the USA tho.

- Obviously lacks all of the incredible build up and suspense of the entire first quarter of the book, with Ally seeing the cave on TV and slowly watching it become a bigger and bigger thing, which is one of my favorite things about the book

- Note from ~25 minutes in- better than a quiet place because it starts from the beginning, although I've heard the quiet place 2 provides a lot more context, maybe it's a ouija situation

- FUCKING HATE THAT THEY CHANGED 'HE WANTS ALLY FOR HER SIGN LANGUAGE AND SEES HER AS A FUCKED UP SAVIOR' INTO 'THE GIRL IS FERTILE' THATS SO FUCKING STUPID WHY WOULD THEY VALUE FERTILITY AT ALL WHEN BABIES ARE IMPOSSIBLE TO HUSH AS A PRE ESTABLISHED FACT THATS JUST GROSS PERVERSION FOR THE SAKE OF SHOCK VALUE INSTEAD OF WHAT ACTUALLY MAKES SENSE FOR THE PLOT

- They also fucked up the order of events with the hushed attacking the house, which fucks up the relevance of the grandmas sacrifice, since they just grabbed Ally again right after

- They also didn't include the smile from grandma to Ally which would've been so so easy to include and imo was a good moment.

- I liked Jude stabbing the guy, can't remember if that was in the book. also didn't like that it was three kidnappers instead of one really big guy who ignored like, a knife wound and being punched repeatedly

- Overall very similar to how I feel about THG movie, although this movie is worse than THG generally, so the concept is amplified. fun to watch because I know the deeper parts, decent basic genre movie, but doesn't have nearly the substance, meaning, or craftsmanship as the book.

- Really wish the beginning had slightly more time to show the doubt the world had when the vesp infestation first started. I think like two or three weeks passed between the Moldova cave incident and the vesps crossing the British channel in the book. There also wasn't time to show all the ways people tried to fight back, the military burning cities while blasting off fireworks, releasing toxic gases, etc. But I think specifically the doubt that was surrounding the vesp infestation in its early stages is a very important part of what makes the book so effective, it shows how people will ignore the things they cant handle, the cognitive dissonance we all have about whats happening in far away countries, it could never happen to us etc

- Really wish Glenn got more screen time and character development, especially in relation to the doubt, but I understand why he didn't. He's the madge of this film (not as bad tho, they did their best with him and the time they had I think)

- Feel pretty much the same about the ending, I get they needed a satisfying conclusion since they knew the odds of a sequel were slim, and the original ending would've been to frustrating for a more general audience.

- Personally though, I would've written it closer to the original, but they make it to the house in Scotland, and there's vague hints about the refuge (and maybe a more solid conclusion on rob somehow) so its like, there's a little open endedness and if they really wanted to do a sequel they could, but its still satisfying and more follows the original storyline. Especially since they totally cut out the plot line of huw and his parents weird relationship and his weird feelings about Scotland.

- Still enjoyed it more than quiet place, though tbf I don't remember that movie very well, I was high as fuck during both movies, and I haven't seen the sequel

- Huws brother and sister, Allys best friend and the lake house woman's machete are all absent, along with the prime Minister announcements (although I guess itd be the president) which I really enjoyed since the governments response is a key component to how a society reacts to catastrophy, which I think is a solid bit of the point of the book

- Basically I want a five hour long extended version that's just a little more book accurate and has slightly better pacing and casting. Just like The Hunger Games, Percy Jackson, and every other book to movie adaptation I've ever seen

#horror #the silence 2019 #horror movies #the silence tim lebbon #movie review #autistic shit

[youcouldmakealife]

YCMAL Superlatives Write-ins (Rd 4)

In which there are fighting words. And loving words. And pretty much everything in between.

Most elaborate pre-game routine:

Anton seems extremely superstitious. On the other hand David probably has an elaborate routine simply because Things Need to be Done the Right Way

based on nothing… sandro carmen

Playoff Willy. Does enforcing others people's smiling count?

Crane. Although only he knows what it is because no one who interrupts it survives.

Playoff Willy. It includes ritual intimidation of his teammates

I hold close to my heart the fact that Ulf is very superstitious.

Bryce. Or David. Honestly, anyone neurodivergent.

James seems like a ‘must do everything exactly the same way every time to keep in control’ kind of guy.

Crane (or maybe playoff Willy if routine is glaring your teammates into submission)

Sebastian Boucher’s dramatic ass

Joey. That boy is *particular* about his routines.

Craney, obvs. Fucking goalies

I feel like there's a canonical answer but I also know in my heart that it's Willy. I mean look at him

David. And it must be done exactly the same way. And don't you dare call him superstitious.

Tate Williams seems like the kind of guy who would be upset if the jam for his pre-game pb&j was the wrong brand. Also Troy, for whom only Nolan's stick taping will do.!

Conny. Big anxious boy has got to have 15 things he does in the exact order or else nothing's gonna go well

What’s a routine?

Jake. Probably does athletic stuff he’s supposed to do but spends the whole time chatting with the boys.

is it cheating to say owen?

Kiro, he is pure chaos

Liam. Organization and routines don't seem like a strength of his.

Mike - can all you crazy fuckers shut the fuck up

Playoff Willy, if it's not hockey it's a distraction, stop it.

Is it bad that I can sort of picture Gally having to ask this?

maybe Chaz Rossi? he seems chill

Scratch seems like he wakes up and forgets it’s game day

Liam (doesn't have a routine AND will mess with yours)

Jared (he's obviously above it!)

I looked into the void and the void said Derek

Liam will claim not to have one. In reality his routine is annoying his teammates

Trigger. Because he is already terrifyingly in the zone.

Stephen, just off the vibes. He’s too sensible for superstition, GABRIEL

Oleg, he's got little kids so must be at peace with chaos

Liam. He doesn't have the attention span to have one.

I feel like Luke Morris would be the type of guy to just. show up places. with no prep

Sebastian tried-to-leave-without-his-passport Boucher

Dima, unless by “routine” you mean needling a different teammate before each game but mostly his lineys

Ulf —way too self composed for such nonsense

Best babysitter for their teammates' kids:

There are two very vocal schools of thought on this. But first, the outliers:

David (though he doesn’t think so) and Vinny (who DOES think so)

Jake!!! You know there's a "Jake Lourdes holding babies" Twitter someone made in-verse

David, but only if you're Oleg

Jake. Responsible, fun, authoritative but in a relaxed way. Has mysterious helper on the line for tense situations.

Gerard Leon, canonically

Accidental co-parenting player?

Then the OG:

Vinny the dinosaur, hands down.

Vinny. Not even close. Adam and David are sleeper hits.

Vinny. Best dinosaur noises.Vinny. 

It's 100% vinny. I'd let him babysit my kid

If you chose anyone other than Vinny you are categorically incorrect AND you should feel bad

And the earnest upstart:

Bryce - trying to convince Jared they need to have enough for their own personal team

There should only be one answer and that's Bryce Marcus: the Kurmazovs' fave free babysitter and future father of four hobgoblins

Bryce-would he give soda at 9pm yes, will he stay up till 2 in the morning running around screaming with the kids? Also, yes.

Bryce. An always willing babysitter is absolutely priceless. And Jared can bail him out if in a bind, albeit long-sufferingly.

And the rosé of the Wine Wars:

Vinny, but Bryce might be slightly harder to bully into bad decisions right? Which is embarrassing for Vinny cause Bryce is SOFT

Not allowed to babysit their teammates' kids:

More mixed results on this one! For various (very good) reasons.

Derek. Just no. Disaster. Someone will come back without an eyebrow.

Seb seems like a menace, he will just buy them everything

Kiro, although not because the kids don't love him. The parents will suffer the consequences for YEARS

Liam. He knows what he did.

i don't think anyone has ever even considered letting Shithead within 3 feet of their child

David if they aren’t Oleg’s kids.

Julius (he's fine with this)

Robbie the masshole (I'm one too, i know how often we swear)

I feel sebastien would encourage shenanigans

I honestly feel guilty putting anyone - I think pretty much all of them would rise to the occasion if necessary

...... Morgan Fraser

Gally. (Joke answer: Darryl because he can't even babysit his kid teammates. jk Darryl ilu)

Dima (does he have kids? i am afraid)

I mean Roman. You basically wrote that story already 

 LIAM (responsibility whomst?)

Gally (teammates come back, the house is on fire)

Please do not let Shithead corrupt children

Jared. He’d let them die.

Also a clear frontrunner here:

ScratchMoney, Scratch if I have to pick one, he'd totally give the kids a sugar high than hand them back.

I’m finding it hard to trust ScratchnMoney with a dog, let alone a human child

ScratchnMoney. The tweedles need a babysitter for themselves.

ScratchNMoney. Wait until the WAGs hear they got a dog.

I feel like Scratch would just give them loads of sugar while Money tries to be responsible and fails. they let the kids watch star wars and then give them lightsabers to "let the energy out" they don't know how things went wrong

ScratchMoney-kids whacked on sugar, them asleep on couch

Character you would absolutely loathe if you knew them IRL:

whoever chirped vinny about being a virgin, what an asshole

Had Jared and I been in the same high school class I would have killed him

Jared because I have his personality

I am ashamed to admit. Liam. We're too similar. He'd be taking peoples attention away from me and Id hate that

Robbie (sorry girl ily)

Much like David and Jake, I kind of want to punch Sebastien Boucher in the face

I was gonna say Nikita but tbh… Luke lol

Jared. I'm sorry, I love him, but he would make me so furious irl. I'm no Bryce.

Stephen. I am not afraid to headbutt him directly in the mouth when he’s mean to me.

Anton. Too grumpy. I’m grumpy enough.

Robbie tbh. I love him but the misogyny does not hit

George ”Cheating Cheater Who Cheats” Dineen

Fitzgerald (so so talky so so energy)

Deslauriers- I will absolutely throw hands with a homophobic geriatric

As much as I adore him in AIT, RL Robbie would make me homicidal.

Harry, bristly boys are not appreciated

For ‘ancillary character’ reasons he will not be making the Final Four, but clearly there is a consensus for numero uno hated:

taylor fucking benson

Benson (somebody pass me a sledgehammer I'm going to deprive him of his kneecaps)

Benson, but also Playoff Willy (and ONLY Playoff Willy not normal Willy)

Fuckin Benson

Character you'd want to be buds with if you knew them IRL:

Jared is currently in top four in the loathed and buds category, which deserves MASSIVE kudos, I think. Congratulations you snarky little hobgoblin. 

Gabriel my beloved come make latkes with me

Jared (would he want to be friends with me though? Probably not)

Can I have Kiro, Victor, and all your most psychotic goalies? Okay it's possible I want a gang, not a bud.

ELLIOTT MATTHEWS I WOULD LOVE HIM WITH MY WHOLE MIGHT I WOULD NEVER EVER EVER CALL HIM NEEDY EVER EVER (GLARE AT ONE PARTICULAR ROBBIE LOMBARDI)

Milan, we can be salty Penguins fans together

Julius Halla! a snarky introvert whose musical taste encompasses death metal and pop???? be still my beating heart

If Roman handed me a homemade button, I'd keep it literally forever

Stephen. Me and my friends are bitchy and sarcastic together - he'd fit right in and I want an invite to wine night

Jared. He’s not an idiot, knows the value of shared silence, and we could talk shit about everyone together.

I will be Marc Lapointe's new best friend and I will brook no arguments, because dibs doesn't count (Dan) and Ulf can catch these hands

Kiro and Emily. I refuse to choose between them, they belong together.

Marc. Pamphlet buddies, social justice warriors, emotional support providers in our spare time.

Owen, emily, Elaine, JESSICA… honestly any of the non-hockey players

Vinny. I need sunshine in my life.

Liam (I love him and will hear nothing against him)

Jared. Snarky judgy hobgoblins unite!

Marc! I too love pamphlets

Jared. Silence and Snide is all I require

I would admire Kiro from afar with longing (but he's way too cool for me)

Jared, come sit by me and bitch about everything

Bryce (loves Pooh Bear, very sweet, what else is needed)

Vinny is already my best friend and I love him

Best Dressed:

Also two distinct camps, and now I am trying to decide if Bryce and Seb would hit it off terrifyingly at an All-Star Game, or if he’d join David and Jake in the Loathing Seb Boucher Club. I’m truly unsure. (Not about Jared though, Jared would hate him)

Dave if you believe in subtlety. Seb if you're uncertain what it means.

Bryce thinks it's him but I am not sure

If Seb isn't, he'll go fix that right now

BRYCE. THIS IS NOT A DEBATE

Bryce (or David if you like the immaculate-robot type)

At first I thought Stephen, maybe Andreas, but then I remembered Bryce Freaking Marcus

I feel like Marc has the same perfect $5 hairstyle as Hank Lundqvist so I'm going for Marc

NOT SEBASTIEN BOUCHER ANYONE BUT HIM

Ah. I do not want to say Bryce, because I bet he would be elegant but boring. I feel like Holden would crack the NHL Style Power Rankings with some obnoxious but smart fits

Bryce (Jared, don't look at the receipts)

Bryce, or Jared if Bryce dressed him that day

Elaine (thanks to my sweet Bryce.)

Jessica as gritty😉

Most expensive is Seb. Actual quality is like, Marc, maybe?

Sebastien! I can't remember if he has a stylist, but he's absolutely the type to have a stylist, even though Simon would be convinced said stylist only enables him.

Bryce or Seb. Canadians who like to spend their hard earned money

Chaz Rossi (i feel like he's got his shit together)

Sebastian "I unironically own $4000 Ferragamo loafers" Boucher

Worst Dressed:

... also Sebastian "I unironically own $4000 Ferragamo loafers" Boucher

Dan. I feel like he might end up in dad jeans too young.

In my heart of heart I believe that Liam has no taste in clothing

Shithead, he thought the gold shirt was a smart decision.

Too many candidates. I will say Benson because he doesn't have the personality to make up for it.

I'm not convinced Luke gives a shit how he dresses.

David (not 'bad', per se, more like boring)

maybe Luke? for some reason i imagine his non-hockey wardrobe pretty much exclusively containing plaid, cargo pants, and Nickelback shirts

I feel like Scratch doesn’t match his socks

Derek Carruthers is responsible for the Single Worst Outfit—there is power in the absence of shame—but day to day it’s gotta be Benson (derogatory)

Anton. If he were modern he'd call it "drip" and it would not be drip.

I think many would fall under the category of ‘just doing bare dress-code minimum’, but I feel Seb would go so far the other way and tip over the stylish edge into ‘the fuck is he wearing?’ category.

Any of them from ~17 through ~21

Jared seems like we wore cargo shorts before Bryce got his hands on him 

Every single hockey player, c'mon

Is it Derek and Andy time yet?

Jared if he dresses himself

Mike “Genuinely Does Not Give a Rat’s Ass” Brouwer

Dan, particularly once the kids were born.

I have a feeling Dima proudly rocks some very unfortunate outfits

Any of the Russians. As a European I've already seen enough irl.

Most helpful copilot on a road trip:

DAN sweet sweet forgotten saint of a child

Tonya Petrov, accept no substitutes

Why is it none of them

Grace! excellent navigator, also a pretty good DJ

Jake. He’d make you feel better about getting lost.

Roman—a certified Useful Man, not too angry, not too silent

David (can't drive, so won't criticise your driving; will research how to get where you're and will be able to guide you

I'm gonna go against the grain and say Liam. You wouldn't get bored for sure

Willy has got that shit locked and loaded

I trust Sven Olsen with my life and we'd just chill and watch the miles roll by, maybe listen to a podcast

Marc (If by helpful you mean bossy)

Kiro (the stories this man can tell!)

Dan Riley seems like an all-around standup guy and good egg. And I bet he has a sense of direction.

Mike- navigator expert, Liam-Conversation

Pierre Marc “I have researched every possible destination so I can tell you about them” Lapointe

Ben Morris! a good bean

Okay, his DJ skills may be suspect, but Jake had got to be hands down the best road companion.

Jared (organized. would research the route. terrible conversation but would be committed to keeping the driver awake)

Steve Peters! My man exudes responsibility (DONT HIT THE DRIVER JARED)

Once again, a consensus has seemingly been reached:

Gabe. Smart and patient.

Gabe, steady and reliable

Gabe. Although I think he could just be Most Helpful full stop

Gabe would figure everything out and provide good conversation as needed

Gabe (knows how to read a map, is sensible and doesn't complain every 5 minutes)

Gabe. Good, always competent Gabe. Not too chatty, not too silent, not an idiot, and probably does not have deplorable taste in music.

Gabe, planned out routes (you know he's got back ups if there's traffic) will be quiet if I need it, or chat, easygoing

Gabe. Chill, smart, good conversationalist, and part of the 'more than one braincell' club.

Gabe (because of the braincell)

Gabe, the good son, who will be prepared with GPS, snacks, and an un-obnoxious playlist.

Although several guys could fit those individual roles, Gabe probably has the best all-around combined score

Most useless copilot on a road trip:

Holden Chase. Murdered by the driver before they got anywhere.

scratchnmoney could get lost in a paper bag

Harry would guide you the wrong way on purpose, turn up the volume if you wanted to talk and once you're enjoying the music he would speak over it

Derek, I have no reason but just gut feeling

Scratchnmoney (just bc i feel like i can't write liam fitzgerald for everything)

Liam. He doesn't know how to entertain himself without messing with other peoples' heads and/or lives (phone sex with Mike doesn't count)

Scratch: "are we there yet?" "can we stop for candy?"

Julien, I don't speak French or Poet

Robbie Lombardi, world's most annoying backseat driver

Evan Connelly is nervous and only wants to agree with you—no helpful decisions will be made

Liam. I would literally kill him.

Charlie as a child seems like a terrible travel buddy

Liam, I'd throttle him if I was stuck in a car with him for hours! And not in a sexy way.......

Derek Carruthers wins a lot of these most useless categories

Harry Chalmers would be a PAIN

Scratchnmoney (why are they so frequently the worst at the more practical things?)

I would say Joey and Scratch except they would be entertaining which is very important in a road trip. Anton, because he's either missing Vinny, being mad if Vinny's attention is being taken up by the driver and not him, or he and Vinny are the only ones going on the road trip and therefore he's driving.

Liam, he'd never shut up, get distracted by his terrible playlist and forget to navigate, and eat all the snacks.

How do I not know which of your characters falls asleep as soon a they're in a moving vehicle? Charlie?

David, what use is a copilot if they can't even drive`?

Liam, either singing along badly or asleep

And so beautifully terrible that he leapfrogs a bunch of main characters:

Julius. Will sit in shotgun, headphones on, and play phone games. You want conversation? Screw you. You want a dj? He's not listening to your music. You get lost? Lmaoooo

Julius would tell you that your phone has gps and ignore you the rest of the time

Julius Halla- my boy has limited English, a hobgoblin attitude, and a preference for Finnish death metal; 0/10, would not roadtrip again

Julius, canonically

Julius (doesn't know how to get where you're going, will only talk to you to criticise your driving anyway, will want to listen to Finnish death metal)

#YCMAL superlatives

[namusthetic]

BTS' aesthetics as your friends pt. 1 - Rapline

Imagine BTS' aesthetics as your friends.

Or you can just choose the one that fits better your personality / aesthetic.

(with playlists)

Notice:

Please remember that these are character aesthetics with traits that I made up. I am not stereotyping anyone nor do I associate them with real people. I hope you can enjoy them, even those who are not BTS' fans.

Jooncore

proud plant parent, talks regularly to their babies even letting them listen to music because "research shows it has a positive impact on their growth"

appreciates the smallest and simplest things/actions

eats healthy and is probably a vegetarian

soft but ready to fight when human rights are involved

works better at night but still tries to keep a regular sleeping schedule for their early morning yoga sessions' sake

if they get mad they are likely to lecture you for at least a couple hours on what you did wrong and why

will tell you the right thing to do even if it sounds harsh

is always there to comfort you

knows a ton of small facts about the most strange and unusual topics that they learnt just out of curiosity

stops and turns around just to makes sure no one is left behind and if so waits for them

they won't ever ask, but sometimes they need to be cared for too as they tend to overwork themselves and overthink things

Aesthetic:

Long bicycle rides at sunset, a good book and coffee during a rainy day, fond smiles from a distance and secondhand embarrassment, aesthetic notes and reassuring hugs, impromptu trips at the small library around the corner, long sleeved, warm-toned sweaters and overalls, minimal aesthetic, overstuffed bookshelves and yellow sticky notes, small flowers and headphones.

Playlist:

seoul (prod. HONNE) by RM

Clocks by Coldplay

Where's My Love by SYML

Meet me in the woods by lord Huron

Minimum by Charlie Cunningham

Between Days by Far Caspian

Monsters in the Dark by MyKey

I like me better by Lauv

A Sky Full of Stars by Coldplay

Trivia 承: Love by BTS

Hobicore

the brightest sun of them all

very intimidating when angry

just because they always look happy doesn't mean they are

"go hard or go home" mindset

wears bright colors and bucket hats

always humming/singing to themselves

a bit oblivious when it comes to affection

if they let you see them sad/down it means you are really important to them and they trust you

tries to keep their problems to themselves because they don't want others to worry

dancing around and fidgeting, can't stay still

Their hugs feel like everything being alright

Aesthetic

Handmade anklets, bracelets with colored beads, roller-skates and milkshakes, high-energy and warm hugs, freckles and busking in the sunlight, the smell of salt and sunscreen on your skin, bright smiles and loud laughter, loudly calling someone from across the street and waving, feeling like you just can't look away, a colorful but comfy style

Playlist:

Hope World by J-Hope

Another One Bites The Dust by Queen

Telepathy by BTS

Sober by Childish Gambino

Thruth Hurts by Lizzo

Sunday Best by Surfaces

Daydream by J-Hope

24k Magic by Bruno Mars

Mine by Bazzi

Say So by Doja Cat

Outro: Ego by BTS

Yoongicore

it's always a good time for a coffee break

somehow always looks tired

"I mean, if you pay me enough anything can happen"

night owl, stays up late at night to finish work

subtly takes care of those important to them

savage if provoked

sarcasm is their preferred defense mechanism

dislikes society and people in general, except for a few choosen ones

tries to keep to themselves but is always ready to fight for the right cause

actually a softie, just needs a hug sometimes

seems cold but is actually very observant and attentive of others' emotions

will take you out for food and listen to your problems

likes holding hands but would rather die than admit it

grew up too fast

Aesthetic

Tired eyes and shy smiles, takeaway food and espressos, ripped jeans and fishnets, black nail polish and beanies, dark circles and dyed hair that look soft to the touch, coming back home after a long stressful day and falling on your bed with a sigh, the sounds of the city at night, waiting for the last stop on the train

Playlist:

The Sixth Station by Smyang Piano

listen before i go by Billie Eilish

Void by The Neighborhood

Slow Dancing in the Dark by Joji

The Midnight Sun By C Duncan

Awake at Night by Half Alive

After Hours by The Weeknd

One For The Road by Arctic Monkeys

Ghost by Halsey

Otherside by Post Malone

People by Agust D

Trivia 轉 : Seesaw by BTS

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Hello everyone!!! ( ^ ▽ ^ )/

So here I am with BTS-related moodboards again!!

I'll post the vocal line soon eheh~

#types of people #character concept #character aesthetics #tag your aesthetic #tag yourself #aestethic #moodboard #bts #suga bts #hobi bts #rm bts #bangtan aesthetic #bts army #playlist

[demonictales]

P O I S O N - ZEWU JUN x READER

request: The reader and Lan xichen meet at a fancy banquet and the reader gets poisoned. At first she just doesn't feel to good but then it gets worse and Lan xichen is super worried. She almost dies but he takes care of her and saves her

TW: POISONING, NEAR DEATH, extremly ooc xichen

As most cultivators knew by now and were gathered at Koi Tower to celebrate the first full birthday of the little heir to the Lanling Jin sect, all of the town was filled with people from everywhere. It was bustling.

Your small clan had been invited as well and since your parents were busy handling your new born baby brother Zizhen you attented as the oldest child from the Baling Ouyang Clan and entered the Koi Tower a few minutes ago, just a little after you had arrived you were greeted by Jin Guangyao. You returned the gesture of bowing respectfully and thanking him for the invitation you had received as well as apologized for your parents absence due to your little brother being born.

The gap between you and your brother was about twenty three years, quite a lot but your parents had birthed you rather young, so it was no big deal. You were excited to have one more family member and a plus point was that you had a little brother by your side now.

Moving along into the hall, you spotted the familiar blue and white attire of the Gusu Lan sect. Immediately your features seemed to be even brighter as you approached Lan Xichen. "Zewu Jun. --- Pleased to meet you here. How have you been these days? "

You had met him several times before, either through lectures or other meetings and occassions where you had crossed paths. It always delighted you to meet him and be able to exchange a few words with him. " Greetings, Lady Y/N. I've been quite alright. I shall hope you had nothing to worry about either." Xichen spoke in his usual quiet and refined tone and you nodded with a smile. "Yes, I've been fine. My brother was born a couple days ago. -- It will be very lively for the next few years in Baling. " You answered him with the news of your brother coming to walk this planet. "Congratulations. He will be a happy and strong boy with an older sister like yourself by his side. --- " A rose colored blush graced your cheeks before you smiled. "Thank you, Zewu Jun. I will let him know you think this way. My parents will be joyful to hear such words of blessing for Zizhen."

Soon the dinner would commence and lots of guest were talking and enjoying the festivities including yourself during the night, cheeks adorned by the blushing heat of the wine that did give you a little to much warmth. You told yourself you'd drink no more as you felt rather dizzy from what you were given. It was so unusual since you were not a lightweight, you could hold your liquor but something about this red firewater was setting you off. Perhaps it was just stronger as you expected it to be though it did leave a bitter taste on your tongue.

Excusing yourself you went outside, you needed air and to cool down a little. Clenching your eyes together to get a better vision was one thing you did as you stood up and started walking towards the doors, however, the room did not stop spinning and you felt incredibly nauseaous when your heart started racing like crazy. Holding onto the door frame for security got you no where.

Lan Xichen had joined a few cultivators outside for a talk when he noticed your struggling figure at the entrance. He did not think much of it before you in fact threw up a massive amount of blood unbeknownst to yourself for you had blacked out the moment you fell to the ground. "Ouyang Y/N!" Zewu Jun hurried over to you, feeling your pulse. It was weak, barely tangible. Crimson colored blood ran down you lips and nose, your already dark red colored robes were sweat drenched. None other than Jin Guangyao rushed to Xichen's side wondering what happened. "She has been poisoned. If we are not quick to find the culprit and the antidote, it might bring terrible consequences."

Zewu Jun requested Meng Yao's help to send out people to find out who poisoned the young lady of Baling. What nobody knew was this seemed to be an assasination attempt on Jin Guangyao which had been failed as your wine had been switched by an unknown servant and was served to you instead of Meng Yao.

It was only a matter of time before the perpetrator either escaped or was caught. You were given into the care of the doctor of Lanling which was instructed to give updates on your health as each of the cultivators present and the apprentices of the Jin clan were sent in search of the assassin. Even Lan Xichen was involved. He knew you didn't have much time and you needed the antidote before the sun rose high in the sky to survive or it would be too late for you.

Hour after hour passed as your health and sign of life disappeared within you and the closer they got to find the culprit. He was disguised as an errand boy inside the clan of Lanling when being searched they had found someone fighting back. Everybody was doing their best to get the antidote or Jin Rulan's name would be tainted by the death of an accquired clan members death. They could possibly not let that happen.

Meanwhile you were losing strength to hold onto live, you did no longer react to the doctor calling your name, your unconsiousness dragging you deeper and deeper into the dark void of nothingness. However, your subconcious could make something out just a little, a liquid was running down your lips and every bit inside tingled by a slight burning sensation. It wasn't too strong of a pain, but it was bearable. What once felt like you had been turned to mush inside now felt like it was burning and restoring itself. What in god's name had happened? What is happening and why were you coughing all of a sudden.

Bright light blinded you when you opened your eyes, your head bumping tremendously , a stinging pain as you sat up, the song of clarity being played in the far corner of the room you were resting. As your dark orbits adjusted to the sunlight you were surprised to see Zewu Jun who sat and played the melody. You watched quietly taking a deep breath as the calming effect took over you. Eventually, you got up and quietly walked over, steps still a bit wobbly as you did so. "Zewu Jun. "

Your voice was dry and it matched your even dryer mouth. His eyes met yours as he came to a quiet and soft stop of playing the guqin. "You are finally awake. Let me pour you some tea. " He spoke in his usual quiet and calming voice. " How long have I been out? -- The celebrations were yesterday, am I right? " All you remembered was that you had maybe drank a bit to much wine, and went outside, but that was it. "Lady Y/N, you have been resting for three days. Do you not remember what happened? "

You were slightly confused because you did not quite understand what he was saying. You shook your head and took the tea he offered you with a small smile. "Thank you. --"

After a brief explanation of the events of the past five days you starred at him blankly. You had been poisoned, which had been an assasination attempt on Jin Guangyao but the maid ended up serving the poisened wine to you on accident and basically Jin Guangyao was the one who had recovered the antidote while Zewu Jun had fed it to you and played the Song of Clarity for your quick recovery. Lips were parted as you tried to speak but no words came out. How? That was the question, how did you end up getting caught up in an assasination attempt on Jin Guangyao.

"I believe I owe you very sincere thanks. " Quietly you stood up and bowed to Lan Xichen, who had stayed two days and three nights playing the clarity song for you. "The Baling Ouyang clan is deeply indepted to you, Zewu Jun. --- You have our undisputed loyalty for as long as the Ouyang Clan exists. I myself am indebted to you as well. " Lan Xichen's reputation was much more than that and you knew how humble he was but you did not bent. You were sincere in the fact that he had safed your live.

"There is no need to bow. " His hands touched your elbows and brought you up. " Instead rest well for another two days before you go home. " He insisted. You nodded and did as he spoke.

From that day on, you had sworn yourself as a sister to Zewu Jun for saving your life and he greatly accepted your offer.

#mdzs x reader #mdzs reader insert #the untamed x reader #zewu jun x reader #lan xichen x reader #cdrama x reader

[giorno-plays-piano]

Can i get a yandere steve or bucky "rescuing reader" from a family brunch? She doesn't know him, hes been stalking her.

Who loves the characters stalking their darlings?? Meeee 🙈🙈🙈

Thank you for your request, honey!

Secret relationship

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: yandere, obsession, swearing, implied stalking, kidnapping.

Words: 1729.

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Although the encounters with your family grew a bit more hostile over the year, this family brunch was an utter nightmare to you: your mom decided you didn’t know how worried she were about you having no decent partner. Listening to her trying to force you meeting a son of her coworker - “a very sweet boy with a kind heart and a nice salary, Y/N!” - you did your best not to roll your eyes. She was being impossible. Why on Earth did your mother think she could invade your life this way? You weren’t a kid anymore, and you didn’t need her interfering in your affairs.

But even your dad was unable to stop her as she kept talking more and more about you finally settling down. Once again your mother reminded you that in your age she had already had children of her own while you still struggled to find a man. Of course, she didn’t listen to you saying you didn’t want to settle down just yet. 

Internally screaming, you drank your tea, unable to touch those amazing cinnamon buns right in front of you because your mom would definitely ask you whether you kept a healthy diet. She sent you such a look when you wanted to order some pasta.

“Mom, please.” You exhaled, barely holding on. “Every time you tried fixing me up with someone it never worked out. I know you’re doing it for me, but, ugh, we just have very different taste in men. Dad, no offense!”

He had to suppress a laugh under your mother’s icy glare and quickly snatched a bun, pretending he’s busy eating. You couldn’t blame him - sometimes you wandered how he was holding on all those years with your mom.

She wasn’t a bad parent, really. You loved her, and she was ready to give you everything she had to make you happy, but sometimes your mother just couldn’t see the line where she had to stop. Of course, her concern was genuine, yet she had no right to intrude into your personal life like it wasn’t a big deal.

“Dear, if you were able to find a nice man on your own, I wouldn’t have to do it for you,” she said, narrowing her eyes at you, and you felt like hiding behind your dad’s back.

“Well, maybe I have someone, but I just don’t tell you about him!” You protested, setting your cup back on the saucer and crossing your arms on your chest. “Have you ever thought about that?”

“And why would you refuse letting me know you date someone decent?” She chuckled, lowering her fork into heavenly smelling spaghetti Bolognese. “The answer is simple, isn’t it? Because even if he exists he’s not decent!”

You were really fighting your growing desire to just stand up, pay for the meal at the counter and leave because your mother was really insufferable today. You could never understand her concern with you not seeing anyone. if you were still happy, why did it matter? Why didn’t she ask you about your reasons? The last relationship you were in was suffocating, and you thought you were still recovering from it, enjoying your freedom.

God, now you were really thinking of asking your friend to pretend you were dating just to calm down your mom.

Exhaling loudly and squeezing your eyes shut when your dad tried talking to her, you wished for this family brunch to end as quickly as it could. Well, could you maybe message some of your friends to give you a call and then act like it was your boss? Last time it worked.

“Sweetheart, why do you never pick up your phone?”

Someone’s voice rang right behind you, and you jumped a little in your seat, turning away from your parents and looking at the man standing too close to your liking. 

Holy cow. He looked like Adonis. Or Apollo. You couldn’t really tell, gawking at his impressive biceps barely hidden by his t-shirt, his tight jeans hugging all the right places - he reminded you of a ancient Greek statue, so picture-perfect and absolutely hot.

But what did this breathtakingly handsome stranger want from you? You certainly didn’t remember befriending any Greek gods in this lifetime.

“I’m sorry if I scared you. I admit I was a little mad you didn’t answer my calls.” He smiled, disarming and charming, and you were almost chocking on air at his tender tone. 

Then he lifted the sunglasses he was wearing, and you realized he was winking at you. 

Oh. Ooooh.

“I’m sorry!” You exclaimed, hurriedly taking out your phone from your bag hanging on the chair. “I put it on silent and forgot to check. Hi dear! How did you find me?”

“I’ve been secretly stalking you, of course.” He laughed it off, and the glasses kept going down on his nose until you saw who he really was. The next second you froze, happy you turned away from your parents as they would definitely see something wasn’t right.

Steve Rogers, Captain America himself, was staring back at you.

For a moment you forgot how to breathe, mentally kicking yourself to say something, anything at all to keep the conversation going. Captain America saw your miserable encounter with your mom and decided to give you a hand to escape this family brunch, and you weren’t even able to utter a single word. But who could blame you for that, right? How often did you see a superhero coming to rescue you from your own mom?

You needed to say something. You absolutely needed to say something.

“I will be more careful next time.” You managed to smile playfully at him, turning to face your parents and seeing they, too, had already realized who was standing in front of them. “Mom, dad, I’m sorry, but there’s a very good reason why I can’t meet that nice guy you were telling me about.”

“Please, forgive me my rudeness.” Steve hurriedly said as if he just saw people sitting at the same table with you, coming closer and extending his arm to your dad, then kissing the back of your mother’s hand. You were ready to laugh at her bedazzled expression, her mouth open a little. “My name is Steve. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“The pleasure is all mine.” Your father said in a quiet voice, unable to process who was standing close to him. 

It looked pretty surreal to you too, but you could hardly wish for a more perfect way to stop your mom from fixing you up with someone. Of course, you couldn’t tell her about your date because you were seeing Captain fucking America, alright? And no other sweet and nice boy could ever be compared to him, perfection of perfection.

You were so damn lucky Steve Rogers was willing to help you out here.

“I’m very sorry to interrupt your brunch, but I really need Y/N’s help with something and it's rather delicate. May I snatch her from you?” You could tell even your mother was absolutely abashed with his wide smile when Steve looked at her questioningly.

“O-of course, sir.” Your dad said, seeing his wife currently losing her ability to speak. “We perfectly understand. Thank you for taking care of her. Have a good day!”

With that you were finally free, standing up abruptly and clenching your bag in your hands as you bid your goodbye to your parents, now walking side by side with a national hero who had put his large arm around your waist like it was a usual thing. You still had a hard time accepting the fact it was Steve Rogers who had volunteered to save you. He was risking his privacy doing it - how did he know your mom or you wouldn’t run to paparazzi squad and claim you’re dating Captain America? It would surely bring him troubles.

Yet here you were, walking further and further from that little restaurant with him, unable to say a single word.

“Thank you so much, sir.” You barely whispered, and the man turned his head to you, smiling. “I don’t know what I’d do if you wouldn’t come.”

“Why are you calling me sir?” He laughed, shaking his head and rubbing your back affectionately. “I’m just Steve. Always happy to help a lady.”

Your cheeks were burning instantly, and you bit your lips, lowering your head and wondering how far did you have to walk together so your parents wouldn’t see you two parting ways. Hell, would your mom try to spy on you? It wouldn’t be surprising, actually.

So, you walked and walked until the restaurant became just a little spot somewhere far away.

“Thank you for your help.” You repeated, stopping in the middle of a street and making Steve frown, unable to understand why you weren’t willing to keep walking. “I’m so sorry I took so much of your time. You don’t have to accompany me any longer!”

“What?” He asked, looking at you with a slight concern. 

“I mean, I’m sure my parents had long lost us in the crowd. Besides, we’re so far from them, So, um, you don’t have to keep pretending.”

“What are you talking about, sweetheart?”

Taking his sunglasses away, he gently drew you closer to him, and you watched him tilting his head to the side as he rubbed circles on the back of your hand. Steve’s smile was so tender it was able to make you melt, but the way his eyes lingered on you... You suddenly felt uneasy. Why was he reluctant to let you go?

“I’m saying I’m alright and I can continue on my own, si-” You got silent for a second as his gaze turned dark. “Steve.”

“Let’s not a make a scene, dear.” He smiled, giving you a kiss on the forehead while you froze on the spot. “I don’t want your mom to think things haven't been great between us. It’s gonna break her heart, you know?”

Before you had time to say something, confused and a little scared of the things Steve was talking about, he had forcefully dragged you along to a car parked out on the street and opened the door, quickly pushing you inside. He closed the door right when you decided it was time to scream for help.

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[yulecogs]

Content warning: I mention Grenfell tower, the Ariana grande bombing and the death of a sibling in this rant. I’ve tried to tag them so I don’t upset anyone. Please let me know if I need to do anything else.

Can I scream into the void for a little bit!

I am a primary maths specialist and a private gcse maths tutor. In England.

The results this year. Jesus fucking Christ.

I’m going to scream into the void for a little bit.

The thing is, they keep going on that if they had kept the teacher assessments, results would have gone up 12% but like... yeah... obviously. Testing two years of work on one day is ridiculous. Like I work in a middle class 98% white school and still some of the stories I get off the kids are horrific. You don’t know what is going on in their lives that affect their focus that day.

Case in point the day after Grenfell one of the girls from the tower had to do her chemistry a level in her pyjamas because all of her other clothes were burnt. My sisters friend had to do her history a level the day after she was in the Ariana grande bombing. Last year, when My dad was invigilating, he was a one to one with a girl who was in a room by herself because her little brother had just died and she kept bursting into tears. Do you think that those results were more accurate than what the teachers would say about them? Or even on smaller levels, you’ve got hay fever, you’re on your period, you had a dodgy curry last night, or even just maybe, you couldn’t get a good nights sleep because you were stressing about the exam! Let’s not even get into when you have 3 exams in one day and are doing them from9 in the morning until 5:30 at night like my sister had to on one day. It makes zero sense for everything to come down to one day!!!

Also! If I had a quid for every time I had to double check something, or cross reference while I'm working I wouldn't need to work anymore. And when you're in that environment it becomes second nature. I purpose picked modules in uni that had no exams because I know I get too anxious about them and can't perform well, and I know that doesn't make my degree any less than those who sat the exam. The structure of exam boards is regurgitation in set formats gets results and that's just not real life. maybe at one point, but not now with the amount of resources. Case in point, having to know trigonometry ratios off by heart (for foundation!!) what engineer is doing trig rations without a calculator! In fact when I said this to the one friend I have who is an engineer, she was like “I have an app on my phone that figures them out for me from my diagram, I don’t even need sohcahtoa anymore.” With the resources these days who needs to memorise!

The teachers who know the class, they are the ones who can judge their ability! They are the ones who know these kids!! And yeah, I have no idea what we would do about internal bias and parents putting pressure on teachers, maybe we could do it the same as course work used to. Top and bottom score get sent off to be moderated. I don’t know. All I know is that the tests aren’t the best way to judge people..

I understand that most people more than understand this! But I had to get it out of my head and out into the world. Even if I am just screaming into the void!

Lastly, I know that to those of you who are disappointed in your results, there is nothing I can say to make it better. Maybe just advise you to also scream into the void. Take time to feel however you are feeling and I promise you it isn’t the end of the world. It just might feel like it is for a little while. My inbox is always open if you need to chat or yell! (Or if you need help in maths, that is literally my favourite thing to do.)

Thank you for coming to my ted talk.

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[swellwriting]

Serenity

Fandom: Harry Potter ( Marauders Era)

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

Request : From @fortisfiliae Hi babs! Can I ask for prompt no. 2 with Sirius? (Wow what an amazing one, much ideas, such interesting.) 💕💕

Prompt: “Where is it?”

Word Count: 2.7 k OOPS

Following rules has always been your forte, it just made more sense to follow the rules, easier. So each year when you got a list of things in the mail stating what you could and could not bring to Hogwarts you tended not to stray from it. If something wasn't on the list there was a good chance you didn't need it.

One thing that wasn't banned per say, but wasn't permitted at this point in time were muggle records that weren’t seen as “appropriate” for school. Your parents had bought you a record player over Christmas and you spent all your money you were gifted on records you knew would be okay for Hogwarts standards, mostly fitting your annoying Head girls standards. The Head girl who enforced every rule in the book, even adding a few she felt necessary. You knew for a fact that today said Head girl was at Hogsmeade, actually most of the population of Hogwarts was, except you, or at least so you felt.

Today was one of those days where your lungs felt heavier, your eyes blinked slower and you felt like you had weights tied to both your ankles, if you went for a swim in the lake you'd probably sink straight to the bottom and drown.

Today was one of those days where you said no to your friends invite to Hogsmeade and by the way you looked at your bed so longingly, an array of Fleetwood Mac records in your sweater covered arms and a messy bun atop your head, your friends let you stay behind without much of a fight. Once the door clicked shut you let out a sigh of relief, you still didn't feel necessarily better but you were on the road there, more so at the side of the road with a thumb held out and you were about the hitch a ride with Stevie Nicks herself, the destination being serenity. You gently took the record out the sleeve as if it were to ever get actually scratched by your smooth palm and soft fingertips that held it you couldn't just magically repair it in seconds.

You meticulously placed the needle down and ran back to your bed, jumping up just to fall onto your back with a huff, your feet up against the wall behind your bed as you laid upside down compared to the regular way to lay in bed. You switched between romantically glancing out the window like you were in deep thought, staring at the boring undetailed ceiling and just looking at your own eyelids as the music flowed in one ear around the circumference of your brain and wisping back out the other, not before engraving itself in your soul and lifting your heavy heart. Music wasn’t magic, especially not muggle music but it had magical qualities, as Stevie Nicks voice filled the room everything bringing you down disappeared, but with it disappeared your need for such mellow music. You had two options, two ways in which you could now fill the void you felt, the void that needed to be filled with different music, loud music, angry music.

Option one was enchanting your record player to increase its maximum volume and somehow charming it to only play “The chain” over and over again until the lyrics were engraved in your brain.

Option two was located at the top of the opposite set of stairs, down the hallway to the right and tucked inside a chest marked with the messy handwriting of Sirius Black. The boy you knew for sure had records that would make your Head girls ears bleed if she heard it, music which was the reason his room was usually charmed with a  silencing spell so no one else had to live through his obsession with muggle punk rock music. No one else aside from his roommates, the roommates you were 99% sure you would have gone with your friends to Hogsmeade today meaning their room would be empty and the records unused and just waiting to be played. It didn’t take much to get to their room, you didn't even bother knocking after placing your ear to the door and listening for any sound inside. You slowly creaked the door open looking and seeing no one there, you entered and quickly tried to decipher which part of the room was Sirius’. You had only been in here a handful of times and each time you were drunk after a party and the room was filled with your friends eager to play whichever drinking game they thought of this week. When you located Sirius’ chest you opened it and grabbed a record, just the Ramones one, an instant classic that you knew you would fit your every need.

Unbeknownst to you, you weren't alone in this room. Remus Lupin was leaving the bathroom when his eyes met your bent over form rummaging through his friends things.

“Looking for something?”

The somehow both quiet and booming voice behind you scared you to say the least as you jumped up nearly dropping the record in your hand but quickly catching it. “Careful now, no sense in stealing something if your just going to break it.”

You turned around quickly with a finger held in the air. “Not stealing, just borrowing. And I wouldn't have nearly dropped it if you hadn’t scared me!”

“Scared you? You’re in my room, maybe you scared me.” You crossed your arms over the record and held it to you chest as if he was going to try to snatch it out your needy fingers. “Oh because i'm super terrifying Lupin.”

You stood there awkwardly, gently gripping the sides of the record not sure what to say next.

“So what are you doing sneaking into our room and taking what appears to be Sirius’ favorite record?”

“I just wanted to borrow it, I just only have a few records and I needed music of ...this velocity.”

“Understandable, though I never saw you as a punk rock type, i'm sure Sirius would love to learn that about you.”

“No”, you interrupted quickly making your way to the door.“He doesn't have to know, not if you don't tell him.” You said backing out of the door not giving him any other option than to accept  your plan.

“I saw nothing!” He yelled as you closed the door and ran back to your room.

What failed to be mentioned in your brief conversation with Remus was that along with Remus, Sirius wasn't gone for the day at Hogsmeade like you had assumed. You were right in guessing that Lily had asked them to join but they had an impromptu Quidditch practice today after a lost game to Slytherin the other night. Although he mentioned that the record of your choice was one of Sirius’ favorite he didn't mention that Sirius listened to it specifically after Quidditch practices, he saved post Quidditch games for the likes of “The Clash” instead. So as you lied down in bed, cast a silencing spell and let the angry and loud and catchy music fill the room and your ears; Sirius was simultaneously just getting back to his room, freshly showered and prepared to do exactly zero homework and sit in bed. Remus watched with a knowing smirk on his face as Sirius seemed confused why he couldn't find his beloved vinyl.

“Where is it?” Sirius asked more to himself than to Remus/ like he had been the one to misplace it and never assuming someone snuck into their room just to steal it.

“Where is what?”

“My Ramones Record, you know the-”

“The one you listen to after every Quidditch practice you have ever gone to? That one?” Remus asked innocently. He may have lied when he said he would keep your little secret for you, maybe because he didn't have the patience to watch Sirius tear the room apart to look for it or maybe because he knew Sirius’ secret as well, the one where he admitted to having a crush on Lily’s quiet friend who didn't come around often enough.

Sirius turned around to face his friend with his eyes squinted at him and stated calmly. “You say that like you know exactly where it is.”

“As a matter of fact I do!” Remus held a cocky tone with him, like he was the puppeteer getting ready to pull your strings and force you and Sirius to interact. “Your favorite friend of Lily’s has it.”

“Why would Y/N have my favorite record?” Sirius tried not to draw attention to the blush surfacing on his cheeks at the mention of you.

“She is borrowing it?”

“And you let her!” Sirius frustratingly threw his hands in the air and then let them rest tangled up in his hair like having to talk to you was the most stressful thing he would have to encounter.

“Of course, she has a face you just can't say no to, she seemed like she needed it.”

“Of course she did it's the best album ever, what am i supposed to do now?”

“Go get it, you idiot you know where her room is don't you?”

And with that Sirius gulped and accepted the fact that if he wanted his record back he would have to go get it. Sirius closed his chest and casually pushed his hair away from his face causing his friend to mutter a “You look fine”, from behind his book.

When he got to your room, unlike you, he knocked but you couldn't hear him, both from the silencing spell and the loud music. He swallowed his fear, which was unusual for him to feel when it came to a girl, but usually girls made it obvious when they liked Sirius but you were quiet in that sense too. Sure you were nice to him but you were nice to Remus to and what was he even worrying about he wasn't coming in here to propose he was just asking for his record back. As he opened the door and took in the scene his feelings grew for you tenfold. Maybe it was the slight way you bobbed your head to his favorite songs, maybe it was the way you laid upside down on your bed that was so enticing he wanted to lie next to you and bob his head with you, but he stood still letting the door close behind him making you sit up startled, you blushed embarrassed when you realized he was there. Sitting up on your bed and bringing your knees to your chest you smiled sheepishly at him as he grabbed his wand and lowered the volume of your music.

“Nice taste in music Y/N, but stealing is not nice.” He teased as well as he could, trying to act his usual self but being alone with you made him nervous.

“I wasn't stealing, just borrowing. I assumed you would be at Hogsmeade all day today, it would have been back in your room before you got back, you wouldn't have ever noticed.”

“I didn't even know you liked The Ramones.” He said quietly like it was to just himself as he sorted through the few records you had. “Fleetwood Mac, Abba and the Beatles, quite a variety you have here.”

He left the record playing and walked towards you. ”I don't know a lot of things about you.”

“What do you want to know?” You asked sweetly playing with the fabric of your sweater as you spoke, he stood in front of you and you had to bend your neck back pretty far just to meet his eyes with yours. “I want to know what made you steal my record over anyone else in the school, and why it had to be my favorite one of them all.” He smiled playfully biting his bottom lip just the slightest as he looked down at you.

“Well, your the only person I knew for sure had something i’d want to listen to, and hopefully wouldn't be too mad at me if he found out i’d taken one.” You imitated his smile as you brought your knees down, no need to feel guarded or hide yourself around Sirius. Maybe there was part of you that hoped he would come searching for his record, maybe you wanted this, wanted him here. One thing you knew was you were going to take advantage if this situation.

“Well right you are, I do have the best music taste in Hogwarts.”

“Oh do you have a plaque that says so?” You were quick to tease him, conversation was easy with Sirius. You lied back down and put your feet against the wall turning the music back up and closing your eyes with a wide smile from ear to ear like you were trying to pretend Sirius wasn't even there.

“Oh I see, you’re just gonna ignore me and drown me out with my own record?” He yelled.

“Well what do you want with it?”

“I would like to listen to it, I always do after a Quidditch practice.”

“Well what are you hearing right now?”

“Oh ha ha, Y/N, hilarious really! But i’d rather not stand here and listen to half of the record.” He tilted his head to the side as he looked at you wanting to just lie down beside you but not having the courage to take make that move. You opened one eye and looked at his pouting face, you grabbed his hand closest to you and pulled him down onto the bed to lie beside you nearly squishing you since it was such a small space. He made himself comfortable as he matched his feet with yours against the wall and flicked his wand to restart the album. You just looked at him, examining his face not caring if it was weird to stare this long and he looked right back and you laid like that for a while, not even paying mind to the loud music.

Sirius broke the silence smoothly tucking a piece of hair behind your ear as you closed your eyes in delight at the small touch,“You tired?”

“Yeah”, you agreed quietly not opening your eyes.

“A long day of thieving and heist planning”, he more of commented than asked.

“Hey it would have worked if I had known your schedule better.”

“Would you like to?” Sirius asked with a hopeful look on his face that you couldn't see as your eyes were closed and sleep was slowly pulling you away.

“Well my schedule tomorrow is hopefully going to include taking you to Hogsmeade and upgrading your record collection, everyone went today apparently so it should be nice and quiet there.”

“I can’t listen to most records here even with a silencing spell my Head girl is a nutcase.”

“I guess you will just have to come to my room then.”

“Yeah I guess so.” You smiled as he pulled you closer against him, you intertwined your leg between his and snuggled your head against his chest. This was far better than an serenity you had known before.

You weren’t going to fall asleep you thought but as Sirius flicked his wrist and put one of your quieter albums on you repeated that thought in your head, I won’t fall asleep , I won’t... fall....asleep.

It didn't take long for Sirius to fall asleep once you had, your slowed breathing and the unusually calm music playing, he couldn't help it. Maybe it was also a reason for him not to leave yet, to enjoy being this close to you. Lily was beyond surprised when she came back to the room and saw two of her friends who had never even hung out alone before cuddled up lying the wrong way on a tiny bed, she just turned the record player off so the silent record would stop spinning and quietly closed the door behind her not wanting to ruin your moment.

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[novelconcepts]

The Last Jedi was far from a perfect movie; the pacing was questionable, and a lot of it just didn't line up with TFA. That said, I actually really enjoyed it for what it is. My highlights under the cut:

REY!:

Literally everything about Rey. I love her Jedi training costume, I love her being dressed in gray shades, I love her boots. I love her training on her own when Luke refuses. I love the fact that she's still using her staff, and I love that she isn't afraid of the lightsaber--but that she doesn't hold it like most Jedi. She holds it like a girl who's learned to fight with a staff first. I love it. 

Rey's Murder Face (™). I love that she is so consistently brutal, that she's all gritted teeth and furious stalk. The grace in her fight scenes is nothing like what we’ve come to expect from a lightsaber; it’s what you’d expect from a cornered tiger. I fucking adore that she has a totally different fighting style

Really, this whole breakdown could be (and is) a love letter to Rey. Rey is my Absolute Fave, and while I spent a lot of the first watch-through nervous for what they'd do with her, it all played out well in the end.

Rey coming at Kylo Ren with so much malice. Rey, even so, trying to see both sides of a miserable story. Rey pulling a whole-ass Luke Skywalker in her "there is still good in him, I sense it, I can help him back"--and Rey, faced with a power-hungry boy who does not want to be saved, who only wants to burn the world down, slamming the door in his face.  

Because, see, this is what I wanted. No romance, none of that "she can save him and erase his terrible decisions" narrative, but a compassionate Rey--a Rey who, like Finn, did not grow up with friendship or love or family in her life, and still craves these things, and still gives these things freely. A Rey who could have grown up into a shuttered, broken human being, and chooses forgiveness first. Chooses the benefit of the doubt. Chooses faith in the best possible option...

...but is not so naive as to think she ought to stick around for a man who slaps down her offer for help. Rey sees his classic abuse tactics--telling her she is nobody, that nobody cares except for him--and walks away, and when he tries to get at her again, she closes that door tight. Rey is a compassionate soul...but it is not her job to save a man who does not want to be better. This is exactly what I would have hoped for her character.

Also, how much do I love that she sees Finn with Rose and does not narrow her eyes in anger, does not seem to view Rose as a threat. Her body language is soft. She is, despite all the gray space in her, soft. 

Poe!:

His jacket. I want Poe's new jacket so bad. 

Poe being a hotheaded idiot. Switching off the comms to keep doing what he perceives to be the right thing? SUCH a Leia move! How could she even be pissed? 

(Because she's got so many of those moves under her belt, and she knows better these days, that's why. Leia don't take no shit. Not from Poe. Not from the Void of Space. Not from nobody.)

Poe learning how to be a hero. Learning that heroes are not all sassing the bad guys and blowing shit up. Learning that your X-Wing is super cool, dude, but maybe the true measure of a hero--and a leader--is knowing how to sit back and listen and make the hard choices with no glory whatsoever. 

Luke!:

Speaking of taking no shit: Luke "Theater Is My Middle Name" Skywalker, looking at that lightsaber and just pitching it over his shoulder. Luke "Drama School Has Nothing On Me” Skywalker just going about his old-ass business of fishing and farming and leaping around this island like Rey isn't there. 

Luke, who admittedly had two less-than-stellar teachers, and manages to hold-my-beer them both. Luke. How do you manage these things, you beautiful grumpy bastard.

Luke's sassy half-assed attempts at teaching. Rey's Fight-Club determination. They are so perfectly matched for each other. I'm sorry we never got him leaping onto her back and forcing her to climb vines, but I guess you can't have everything.

Rey's Murder-Sunshine butting up against Luke's Former Innocence-Turned-Grizzled Guilt is just so...satisfying to me somehow. I know Mark Hamill wasn't thrilled with the road these movies put Luke on, but frankly, it works for me.

Also soft: Luke interacting with his sister after so long, after so much guilt and shame and running away. Luke and Leia, a bond stronger than all the distance in the galaxy. I loved that little moment between them.

As much as I loved Luke's entire third-act charade. His outfit, his not even bothering with the illusion of his green lightsaber--and why would he? Ben Solo saw that saber as a murder weapon--his perfect hair. His little wink, his sassy one-liners, his whole demeanor. I don't love losing Luke, but I do think the way he went out was clean. It was Ben Kenobi. It was Yoda. It was Classic Jedi of the highest order.

(And Yoda was a great little touch. I wasn't...a hundred percent sure about the puppet they used, but it was worlds better than the prequels!Yoda. And I always enjoy him sassily smacking Luke upside the head. Never gets old.)

Leia!:

I don’t have a ton to say about Leia--not because I didn’t love her, but because seeing her onscreen, larger than life and so, so wonderful, hurt my heart. Knowing that the finale was going to belong to Leia, knowing that she was going to have the light shining on her in the end, carves out such a loss. Leia was the first powerful woman I got to see on-screen. Carrie was incredible. I was so glad to see her in this movie, and I am so terribly sad we will not be seeing her again.

But: Force-user Leia? So here for it. So fucking here for it. Anti-mutiny Leia? So here for it. Leia telling Poe to get his head out of his ass? Give me more. 

And we’re all in agreement that she had a thing with Holdo, right? Right? ‘Cuz. Yes. 

(I also really loved Holdo, and I wish we could have seen more of her. Laura Dern is always a delight.)

Finn!:

Finn still trying to run away--but for a totally selfless reason this time. Finn waking up and thinking of literally nothing but Rey for the longest time. Finn, who has only just figured out what friendship and family and love are, and is holding on for dear life. 

In related news: how much do I love that every major character who runs across Finn—Poe, Rey, Rose--immediately wants to protect him with everything they have. This kid who was stolen from his family and brainwashed into Stormtrooper life is so loved by everyone he meets. My heart.

Finn and Phasma! Lowkey showdown of the movie. Him being so goddamn proud of being Rebel Scum after all the running of TFA is just so perfect.

Rose!:

Rose fits in so beautifully with the new kids. She's so clever, and has such a big heart. Her not even hesitating to hand over the last piece of her sister if it meant saving everyone. I mean. Really. Rose, you are a glorious delight. 

Not to mention the tongue-tied good cheer followed immediately by tazing the hero you were just so excited to meet. Talk about mood.

Domhnall Gleeson:

Not Hux; I don't particularly care for Hux in all his one-dimensional glory, although I do love how not-having-it he was about Kylo Ren announcing himself the new leader of the First Order. That moment where he's 100% ready to shoot him? Glorious. But other than that, I just love the way Domhnall carries the character. He manages to be so different than I expect.  

Honorable mention to that classic banter with Poe over the speaker system. Simple comedy is perfection sometimes.

Misc thoughts:

An unpopular opinion, I'm sure: I like that Snoke was taken out. I like that Kylo Ren rose to hold the mantle of Worst Dude in the Galaxy. I like that we got a character who, like Vader, was a boy to whom Bad Things Happened--and who decided to respond in the worst possible way.  

To me, everything about this movie was rooted in choice, in the power of choosing your path. Rey chooses to look into the dark, but still lean light. Finn and Poe choose to risk everything for the chance to save the Resistance. Rose chooses to give up her last tie to her sister for a cause she believes in. And Kylo? Kylo chooses to forsake Ben Solo. Kylo chooses the path of murder. The path of absolute darkness. Kylo looks redemption full in the face and raises his middle finger at it. He chooses not to be Anakin Skywalker--who overthrew his master to save his son--but to be his own man. Which is not to say he is a good man. He actively chooses not to be a good man. It makes him a very human villain. There is no universe in which a unilaterally evil character is more interesting than one with layers.

I like that this movie recognizes that moral grayscale is where the world exists. The Jedi failed because they pretended they were above human darkness. Rey represents genuine balance. I appreciate this about her. I appreciate that they let her do exactly what Luke did in Empire: go into the cave. Face your darkness. But, unlike Luke, Rey hasn't learned to fear her darkness. She simply uses it like a tool, and sets it back on the shelf until it's needed  again. She does not shy from a fight, but she does not recklessly murder, either. She is the middle ground.

Another possibly unpopular opinion: I like the idea that Rey comes from no special legacy. Now, it's very true that Kylo may have been lying to her about this, trying to coax her to his side; his playbook is full of abusive tactics, and this is a classic one. Personally, I like the idea that the Force was so desperate for finally achieving balance after all those ridiculous Skywalkers failed in the journey, and just went, "Fuck it. I'm making my own." Rey: Daughter of the Fed-Up Force.

That said, if he was telling the truth, and she did come from people who truly are not part  of the bigger story, people who really do not care about her...doesn't that make Rey being a strong, self-sufficient, incredibly big-hearted human so much more impressive? Rey did not come from parents who loved her, like Ben Solo did. She did not grow up with a Jedi Master uncle believing in her. She did not come from a long line of power and legacy. Rey was self-taught in every way. Rey was alone. Rey made dolls and scrounged helmets and learned to be a whole person all by herself. She's an excellent example of how you do not need a bloodline or a legacy to be an interesting, powerful person.

Chewie with the Porgs. Okay, listen. Listen. I know they're everywhere right now. I knoweveryone burned out on Porgs. But look: Chewbacca in the aftermath of his lifelong best friend dying, adopting these little bird creatures like a widower adopting a therapy animal to offset his grief? I am not made of stone, people.

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[spideys-pack]

Stuttering Pete {Pt. 2} -Peter Parker x Reader-

Pt. 1 - Pt. 3 - Pt. 4

Part 2!

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Somethings wrong with Peter. You start to notice that he’s not really acting like himself, even more than usual since his trip to Germany. Trying to ask what’s wrong doesn't really seem like its going to work until one night, you find a very frustrated Peter Parker on your fire escape, ready to vent for the first time in weeks. 

Warnings?: Maybe a little bit of fluff and a little make out session. ;)

Something was bothering Peter. You knew it. He seemed preoccupied, which was the usual Peter, his head always seemed to be in all kinds of different places. Especially ever since their school trip to Oscorp months ago. As well as his Uncle Ben’s death weeks later which had thrown him into a huge depression. He hadn't talked to you, Ned or May in weeks. He barely ate, it was a hard time. This seemed to be different but you were sure not much would compare to the loss of his uncle. Ned finished adding his handful of LEGOs to the Death Star before getting to his feet. 

“I’m going to go get some food. Do you guys want anything?” 

“No.” You said 

“I’m good.” Peter muttered placing another piece on the Death Star. Ned left the room. The two of you sat in Ned’s room in silence for a moment. 

“Is...” You started “Is something wrong, Pete?” He looked up, lowering his handful of LEGO. 

“It’s nothing.” He said shaking his head but he never looked into your eyes. 

“Pete.” You said he looked up. His eye was still bruised, and the bruise on his cheek was still dark but it was looking better. 

“Really, Y/N. I’m fine.” 

“Peter.” You said reaching over and stopping his hand before he could attach the piece, he looked up at you. “How long have we been friends?” He knew where this was going. He knew there was no use in trying to put on a brave face with you. He couldn't lie to you but he also knew he couldn't tell you the whole truth. 

“Since we were five.” He muttered 

“Right. So ten years. You’ve also lived one floor up since we were five. You know you can't hide anything from me.” You added. 

“Yeah.” He said avoiding your eyes.

“Okay, then what’s wrong?” You asked 

“You don’t want to hear about it.” He tried once more to turn you away.

“Then why did I ask?” You raised your brows. He looked up glaring at you but there was no anger in it. Just the single fact that he had no idea what to do. 

I’m Spider-Man. He thought I fought some of the Avengers. It was Steve Rogers who gave me this black eye. Tony Stark made me a suit and made me feel like I was part of the team but then just dumped me on my doorstep and I haven't heard anything from him since. Stopping bike thieves and helping little old ladies just doesn't seem to compare to the kinds of stuff I could be doing with Iron Man. I just feel like I could be doing more. I want to do more. 

“I think Mr. Stark is going to end my internship.” Was all he really said. 

“That’s what has you in this mood?” You asked 

“Partially.” He said scratching his neck like he did when he was nervous. 

“Then what is it? You can tell me these things. You know that.” You assured him. “Don’t bottle things up. It doesn't suit you.” 

“Don’t mother me. That doesn't suit you.” He went back to assembling the Death Star. You sighed, crawling around the beach ball sized ball of LEGO to sit in front of him so he couldn't use it as a distraction.

“It just feels like theres a void between us lately. We used to tell each other everything.” You said Well, you never told him about your crush on him. You thought to yourself.  

“I know, I know...” He said seeing the look on your face, he reached over and took your hand in his. “You’re still my best friend, Y/N. I know I’ve been distant lately because of the Stark Internship and...” He paused “And Uncle Ben.” You squeezed his hand. 

“I just want you to know that I’m still here.” You assured him. “Just one fire escape level down from you. Just come down any time you want to talk.” 

“I know. Same for you. But up.” He gave you a smile and for the first time in quite a while, you felt at ease.

You had always been a light sleeper. It was your downfall in a city like New York.  You would have thought being born and raised in the city would give you an edge to being undeterred by noise during the night. Tonight was one of the nights you just could not sleep.

Laying awake you listened to all the sounds around you. Traffic, sirens, the occasional shout from an angry New Yorker. It was all familiar. You became aware of the sound of old metal creaking as someone started to descend from the fire escape. Some how, you knew it was Peter. The tell tale tapping of his knuckles on your window a few seconds later just confirmed it for you. You swung yourself out of bed wrapping a blanket around your bare shoulders exposed by your monkey pyjama tank top. Walking over to your window, you unlocked it, seeing Peter’s crouched figure by the sill. You pushed the window open allowing him access. Once the window was open enough for Peter to slip in, you backed away. Going back towards your bed, you heard him close the window and begin to follow you. Reaching over, you turned on your lamp. Peter squinted against the sudden light. 

“Hey.” You said as he dropped onto your bed. 

“Hey.” He replied whispering.

“You don’t have to whisper.” You said reaching over and grabbing your favourite hoodie. Slipping it over your shoulders instead of the blanket and zipping it up. “My parents aren't home.” 

“Another late night at work?” Peter asked you nodded. “That’s like the third one this week. Aren't you scared?” He asked his face riddled with concern. 

“No, not really.” She said “Plus, I’ve got an escape route if someone breaks down the door.” You gestured to the fire escape. Peter chuckled. “Anyways,” You began. “What’s up? You’re not in your PJ’s.” You pointed out. He nodded glancing down at his dark jeans, grey t-shirt with a science joke on it you couldn't see because of his half zipped dark blue hoodie. 

“Yeah, I just got home.” He said 

“Where were you?” You asked 

“Out... Just wandering around.”  He said looking down at his hands in his lap. 

“Just walking around?” You said flinching at the clipped tone the question came out in. “Hoping to run into Steve again are you?” You added arching a brow. His bruises were almost gone now. Peter actually laughed at this question. A short burst but still, it made you smile. 

“No.” He finally said. A small sad smile on his face. 

“Okay. Are you finally going to tell me what’s been bothering you?” He thought about it for a moment before turning his body to face you. 

“Mr. Stark keeps treating me like I'm a kid.” 

“You are one though, Pete.” You pointed out he sighed

“I know... I know that it’s just... I thought we had a deal. A sort of partnership going on and now he won't talk to me.” 

“What kind of partnership?” You asked 

“Um.. Sp-Spread sheets and st-stuff.” He said Peter stuttered when he wasn't telling the whole truth but you let him continue because at least he was talking. 

“Anyways, I did this favour for him,” Peter dropped onto his back, his feet still dangling off the edge of your bed. “A big favour, I might add.” He said as you got up. You shuffled towards your desk where a mini fridge sat next to it retrieving two cokes for you and Peter. You were probably going to need some caffeine.  

“Do you see what I mean though?” Peter asked, sitting up once more watching you pace back and forth. 

“So, after you helped him he just kind of went MIA on you?” You asked he nodded. 

“Yeah!” He threw his hands up “I can't get him to talk to me. I want to continue to do more important stuff. Stuff that matters more than- Spread sheets. I just wish he would give me a more important task.” He said you walked over pulling yourself onto the bed again. 

“Have you tried going up to his office while your interning?” You asked 

“He’s never at the Tower... I think he’s moving.” 

“If he moves won't your internship be over?” You asked his face dropped as if for the first time realizing that fact. He sighed turning to face you. 

“What should I do, Y/N?” He asked desperation in his voice. 

“I don’t know, Pete. I honestly don’t.” He put a hand through his hair. You watched him intently. You thought about how much he meant to you and seeing him this frustrated and stressed out and not knowing how to help him really made you feel useless. And if you were being honest, guilty. You had been bugging him to talk to you about this for weeks and not that he had finally handed you the key to helping him, you broke it in the lock. 

“Does Aunt May know?” You asked finally breaking the silence. “About Mr. Stark going MIA and the relocation?”

“No.” Peter shook his head. “I haven't told her anything. As far as she knows everything is going fine.” 

“Why don’t you tell her? Maybe she can talk to Mr. Stark?” Peter chuckled 

“Yeah... That’s a good idea. I pity Mr. Stark for when she does find out. She could rip into him pretty good, as you are aware.” He said you found yourself smirking at the thought of May Parker and her unrelenting protectiveness for Peter. You had seen it on multiple occasions. If Peter ever got in trouble at school or anywhere else for a stupid reason, in came May Parker ready to tear into the moron who dared to cross Peter.   

“Do you think-” Peter stopped mid sentence and shook his head “Nah, never mind.” He said 

“No, come on. Say it.” You urged giving is knee a gentle slap.

“Do you think my Uncle Ben would be proud of me?” His big brown eyes were soft as they looked up at you. Filled with doubt. 

“I know that he was proud of you.” You said and on compulsion reached out and took one of his hands in yours. “And he still would be.” You added. His mouth pulled into a small smile as he looked down at your hand on his before turning it to link your fingers together. 

“Thanks, Y/N...” He said “Really.” He looked up to meet your eyes you smiled feeling a blush crawl up your cheeks, suddenly very aware of the warmth of his hand. 

“It’s what I’m here for right?” You said he nodded. Silence fell between the two of you as you just sat there. You didn't really know what to say. Your mind was all over the place, All kinds of thoughts coming at you. One stuck, for some reason you were thinking about Liz Allan. In this moment you found it easier to hate her. Despite how nice she was, you didn't want her to have the feeling of Peter’s hand in hers. You didn't want her to have Peter. Considering she hasnt really given him the time of day. No. In that moment you didn't want anyone else to have Peter Parker. In fact, the thought of someone doing so filled you with anxiety and anger. 

“You okay, Y/N?” Peter asked you looked at him confused. Was it that obvious?  

“Yeah. Why?” You asked 

“You’re squeezing my hand.” He said you looked down noticing you were gripping his hand so tight your knuckles were white. 

“Oh, sorry.” You said taking your hand back and putting it in your lap with the other one. 

I bet Liz wouldn't squeeze his hand. You thought and internally cursed yourself.

“No, that’s fine.” Peter said you can tell something was on his mind. 

He’s probably thinking about Liz... That’s all that dork thinks about. Michelle’s voice echoed around your skull. Was he thinking about Liz right now? A pit settled in your stomach. 

“Peter?” You croaked he looked up. “Do you...” 

Do you think about Liz a lot? Do you like Liz? Do you like me? Did you wish that was Liz’s hand? 

Do you want to kiss me?

“Do I what?” Peter asked 

Oh hell.... 

Moving towards Peter quickly before you can wimp out, you cupped his face and pulled his lips to yours. His body was tense, you leaned back slowly, your nose brushing his as you leaned back. His eyes opened slowly like yours into a surprised expression. You dropped your hands. 

“I’m sorry... I just had to do that at least once.” Peter was still watching you in shock. Or was that anger? Discomfort? He was impossible to read in that moment. “Pete? Did I make you uncomfortable?” You asked he shook his head slowly. 

“No, no... I was just wondering how... How you would feel about doing it twice?” He said your heart practically leaped from your chest. 

“Well,” You said smiling “Doing it again wouldn't be so bad.” You added Peter’s hands were on your bare thighs, exposed by you jammie shorts. Sliding up to your waist as he drew closer. You felt his warmth as he came closer. 

Liz Allan who? You thought to yourself with a smile as Peter lifted a hand to your jaw to hold it steady as he closed the gap between you. Your lips coming together with more grace this time, parting slightly. He leaned away just enough to check your face for any signs of objection. You smiled leaning back in, this time your lips parting completely to allow each of your tongues to move, exploring. 

You slipped your hands down to his waist, slipping your hands under his hoodie and t-shirt to place your hands on the skin on his hips. He started to lean forwards, his hands leaving your face to be placed on either side of you on the mattress as you allowed him to lower you onto it. You drew your knees apart, bringing him closer. He smiled against your lips as you slipped your hand down to grab his bum. 

Your back involuntarily arched into him as his mouth left yours and found your neck. You found your hands had discovered the zipper of his hoodie and were dragging it down. Peter made no move to object as you accomplished your task and made to push the dark fabric off of his torso, helping you guide it off of his arms. 

He tossed the hoodie away, you heard it hit the hardwood floor a few feet away, smiling as he leaned in to kiss you again, slipping your hands under his shirt surprised to find hard, lean muscles along his back, curiosity overwhelmed you and withdrawing your hands, you slipped them back up the front of his shirt. Your heart almost stopped when you felt each individually well defined ab on his abdomen, and the warm smooth flesh of his pecks. Using majority of your strength, you flipped Peter onto his back, straddling his waist. He gripped your thighs, sliding around to place his hands on your hips, his warm finger tips grazing your lower back. You were beginning to get foggy, breathless and a little  hot. Leaning down to attach your mouth to his throat. Feeling goosebumps rise on your skin as he let out a groan when you nipped at his jaw on your way back to his lips. Sitting up, keeping you on his lap as your lips met again, his hands found the zipper to your hoodie and it took him half the time to get yours off of you and toss it towards where his was resting. His hands slid down your back and around to the top part of your bum. You reached down taking the hem of his t-shirt in your excited fingers and pulling it up over his head. He watched you as you looked down at his gloriously ripped torso. It’s probably something most girls wouldn't expect to see under Peter Parker’s clothing. 

Peter’s warm fingers found the hem of your tank top and you hoped you were wearing a cute enough bra as he pulled it over your head. You blushed realizing you were now both half naked together. Your hormones getting the better of you as you forced Peter’s shoulders back down onto the mattress. 

Part three????

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Monday 7/6/21 - Head Full, Gotta Empty It Out

This post will not be a structured information piece or a short essay about some societal trend. It might not even be coherent, but it doesn't need to be. I started this blog because my head generates a lot of thoughts, and I feel at ease once I have sent those thoughts into the void.

I am NOT saying I am an impressively smart person, probably the opposite. I have a very short attention span, and my consciousness will jump from topic to topic on the fly. Today my head is particularly full. So I wanna just use today's Blog Post to just dump the stuff on my mind today, without a central theme. Just so its in writing.

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First of all I had an apple for lunch and it got stuck in my teeth. I have metal retainers on the back of my upper and lower teeth, and though you can't see them normally, that doesn't stop them from trapping food. This may seem like a weirdly random thing to demand my full attention but its been like 40 mins now and the sensation is seriously bothering the hell out of me.

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Secondly, I really love my friends. I word vomit everything on my mind at many hours of the day into out group-chats and they are very supportive.

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I have the Spoon Theory on my mind because I've recently been struggling to balance my social, emotional, and creative wellbeing. I still live with my parents, and there's this sort of reading between the lines emotional blackmail thing where if I don't spend my free time at home with the family, I must hate them and don't want to be a part of the family. I do not have a diagnosed mental illness yet, but I have been pursuing an answer, and I'm sure I have some sort of issue with effort and emotional energy. My artistic endeavours usually happen late at night because that's when I have no obligation to spend time with family, and although last week was a particularly productive week for art, my mind became very numbed and my sleep schedule suffered.

I want to art more during the day, but I have to work, and if i shut myself in my bedroom in the afternoon too much, my family become judgey and I hate that energy.

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I've become addicted to McDonald's Hot Chocolates lately. The weather is getting pretty cold in my part of the world and although I often go through Maccas Drivethru on the way to things anyway, I've been substituting Large Coke for Large Hot Chocolate. I don't know if this is an improvement or a bad change, nutritionally speaking, but I subconsciously made the decision to get a McDonalds Hot Chocolate like 4 times in a row now, and after work today (where I am now and will be for like 10 more minutes), I will probably get another one.

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The students at this school I've been working at recently say I look like Seth Rogen. This has happened at a few schools. I don't think it's an insult, but I am offended.

Left: Me (tired after work), Right: Seth Rogen (the faker)

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In our D&D group, on Friday, we had a ridiculously unlucky set of dice rolls, and three player's characters died. I spent Friday and Saturday, online and in person, designing the looks of everyone's new characters and I'm fairly happy with the results. Particularly with my character, I tried a tactic that a streamer talked about, where she studied a few character she liked and the end result was an amalgamation character combining all their best physical traits. I made a post about it on my Art Archive Tumblr you can read here.

New characters (mine is far left)

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2 weeks ago I went to my GP to ask if he thinks I have a mental illness and he was stupidly unhelpful. He gave me 5 minutes and then gave me a referral to get a Pathology Blood Test to determine if there are any physical symptoms we could fix first. And because I have all these communication issues, that I want to attribute to a potential mental condition, I have been putting off actually organising this blood test. It is very stressful, knowing that this process could be further along but because I have all this anxiety I'm stuck.

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Thats enough word vomit for now. Come back later this week for something more coherent and informative.

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Oh and I came out as Bisexual on Twitter the other day. It's not really a fact about myself I conceal from others, but I don't think I've ever said it out loud on the internet. So that's cool.

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