#it's post memes i made in my head while driving time

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for saying that my boyfriend would deserve it if he died in the Titan submersible implosion?

I figure it's far enough out from the argument itself now that I can post this. I (27M) and my boyfriend (29M) come from very different backgrounds.

He grew up in a wealthy family. His family isn't, like, billionaire rich--his father is a semi-prestigious actor--but they can, for example, eat at michelin star restaurants on a regular basis, pay for all their kid's ivy league educations, drop thousands of dollars on an impromptu trip to Europe for no reason, and so on and so forth. Which, like, good for them! Genuinely, I'm glad my partner and his family did not struggle with money growing up.

I, on the other hand, grew up in poverty. I didn't have any formal schooling until I got my GED and enrolled in college. I grew up food insecure, living in a very poor area, and frequently had periods of time where my family could not afford to pay our bills. I was extremely lucky to be able to go to college, and I only managed to pay for it due to spending basically all of my free time either working or applying for every niche scholarship I could find. Even now, several years into my career, I pretty much live off of rice and lentils so I can pay rent.

All this to say: Neither of us would consider ourselves pro-corporation or billionaire, but my boyfriend is sometimes more sympathetic to wealthier individuals due to his background. We do not currently live together, which is not because of the aforementioned, but is relevant.

A while back, my boyfriend's grandfather came to stay with his parents. His grandfather was, at the time, not feeling well--coughing, sneezing, the works. He pretty obviously had COVID. Nevertheless, my boyfriend took the 4 hour drive to spend time with him, and wouldn't you know it, he got sick. He stayed at his parents house until he got better. I decided not to make the drive to see my boyfriend, and stayed at my apartment. This is because I am immunocompromised and would prefer not to. Y'know. Die.

While my boyfriend was out, the whole debacle with the Titan submersible occurred, which I kept an eye on and made some memes about. A couple days after they found the wreckage, my boyfriend became coherent enough to have a phone conversation. While talking to him, I told him the story of what happened, the details about the submarine, the $250k ticket price, and so on.

He seemed indifferent until I brought up the 19 year old on board. He then seemed very upset, especially when he found out the kid didn't want to go in the first place. I tried to assure him that most of the memes were not about the kid, but he was having none of it. He seemed very sad, and said something along the lines of "I hope I don't go out like that."

I was confused. I didn't think his parents were so rich they would be able to afford that, but I figured it was just a hypothetical. My boyfriend has a big fear of death, and I often need to reassure him about things like this. "Well," I replied, "If you're worried about that, I can assure you that's an easy death to avoid. Just don't do dumb shit like that."

He then got VERY upset. "What do you mean??? Are you saying I'd deserve to die like that???"

Me: "I mean, that's not what I was saying? But you're not 19, you're almost 30, and you're not financially dependent on your parents. Also, your parents aren't nearly that rich, and even if they were, I know them, and they are not nearly that stupid. So, at that point, to get into that situation, you would need to personally drop $250k on a ticket, then weld yourself inside of an experimental deep sea submarine controlled via text message and an xbox controller. Like, there are several steps you personally could have Not taken to avoid being in this situation, including simply not deciding to be on an underwater death trap. So, yeah, that'd be on your head."

He then got even MORE upset, and started yelling about how insensitive I was being. After some back and forth, I got it out of him that he had been speaking metaphorically--that, from his perspective, I was saying that I thought he deserved to die of COVID, because he had made the choice to spend time with his grandfather despite knowing he had COVID.

I assured him that no, that was not what I was saying in the slightest, and he calmed down, but I was still upset. He had been yelling at me, after all, and it legitimately didn't occur to me that he was speaking metaphorically, while I was still on the very literal experimental submarine.

I asked one of my friends/his other partner (30M) about it after it happened, and he laughed and said that my boyfriend was being ridiculous. It's been several months at this point, it was a silly argument, I'm not going to bring it up again (because that would be weird) and I'm sure he's forgotten all about it. That said, if I'm being honest, I still feel kind of indignant that he immediately assumed I was secretly hoping he was going to die in a submarine. Am I being insane here?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[hows-my-handwriting]

Hobie Brown Headcanons

long post ahead. will put as much as i can under the cut but i will have a.... loose table of contents.

and im not feeding you everything. i need more content to drip feed you later.

the inspo is driving me crazy but the hands are refusing to write.

the table: backstory food british animals

lmk if ppl want this to be split up into individual posts per category. cuz its l o n g

BACKSTORY:

Not based on the comics. purely my own attempt at writing his backstory and his particular villains.

Hobie's Doc Oc was a university professor pressured by Osborn's regime to produce weapons. Hobie had met the guy while crashing a university class, but nothing more than that. Octavius snapped and took the revolution to the extreme. he built a WMD and planned to use it on the city. Hobie talked octavius down and disarmed the weapon.

Hobie's lizard was his close friend and bandmate who got jealous over their lead singer's affections towards hobie. they were close friends until hobie started drifting away. curtis was bitter and never really forgave him. the final straw was when hobie returned in full, having just abandoned his spider suit. the band is back together but curtis still has hard feelings. he knew vaguely about hobie's connection with spiderman but thought that it was some kind of special deal or friendship which was just another nail in the coffin. he turns himself into the lizard and attacks hobie, demanding answers and refusing to listen.

the above is just an excuse to hurt hobie really bad >:3 i love my angst and my beating my muses up. i wanted to break his ribs.

electro was a civilian who just happened to get struck by lightning. he is the sole reason hobie has insulated all of his gear and one of the reasons all of his spikes can shoot excess electricity like one of those funky little electrode balls. hobie took one look at this guy and immediately got to work.

Kraven was a bounty hunter hired and possibly engineered by osborn and fisk to hunt down hobie. classic kraven activities. he tried to drown hobie in the thames. hobie managed to escape but couldn't breathe or eat properly for a week after the attack

hobie's ship was hauled from the local junkyard. It was originally just used as a figure head to lead the charge from the government locked dam blocking off water. it somehow survived so he uses it as his hq.

hobie is immune to his scorpion's venom after being stung so many times and stealing samples of it to build up an immunity. yes it hurt. yes it sucked. but it worked. (loosely inspired by a fanfic)

the above are not in chronological order. mostly.

FOOD:

Hobie's world doesn't have a lot of spices. it's a closed state unless importing 'important' materials like lumber, steel and other sciency stuff, food is a lower priority or just a restricted luxury. the spice trade has regressed to something like the 1600s where foreign spices are held by those in power purely as a status symbol. the common man might have access to salt, sugar and cream, but anything else- especially anything spicy- is a luxury item.

hobie would love spicy food. i just dont think he's gotten much exposure to it. day one out of e-138 he opened a bag of spicy chips in the cafeteria, touched one and exploded.

exotic/foreign fruits fall under this same category but for more legit reasons of travel and lack of safe storage. so for example: mangoes, oranges/citrus, kiwi, pomegranates.

boba would freak him the fuck out. he has no idea what those little jiggly things are and its only made worse when one of the kids inevitably shows him the hamster 'is it worth it' meme. he becomes scarred for life.

if you take too long to take a bite out of whatever you're holding and hobie is hungry, he will just lean over and take a bite out of it. sandwich? bitten. spaghetti? stolen off the fork. chocolate bar? wrapper and bar, gone.

his favorite flavor of cake is chocolate or caramel. sue me im projecting onto him

BRITISH

he holds out his pinky when holding cups. it's just an unconscious thing that turns conscious once someone calls it out. in which case he sticks it out even further

flips the police and the royal family off regularly with the one fingered or the two fingered version. will only respect the french for inventing the creative two fingered fuck you, but nothing else.

has a winter fit that is just like a pile of whatever sweaters he has and two scarves. and long socks that make the space in his tight boots even more tight. sometimes cuts off circulation to his feet.

loves going to pubs and just chatting with people. also loves picking fights with the drunk people. Particularly the irish. he thinks their accents are funny and has long arguments with them while they're both speaking absolute gibberish.

knows french but only the insults. has an arsenal of french insults he will just whip out of his back pocket and drop on someone's head.

not really a british thing but i bet he doesn't know how to ride a bike. he was a) too tall and b) not willing to get his entire skeleton rattled by riding over the cobbled streets of london.

wimpy's fan. (its like the british version of mcdonalds but less popular and less famous. according to my research).

ANIMALS

Hobie keeps pigeons. he built a little house when he was bored and was surprised to find three pigeons hiding from the rain underneath it the next day. he didn't really intend to keep them but they nested and he kept bringing them food and water. he did name the brown one hobie jr.

hobie has a cat. again, not really 'has' but rather 'it broke into his boat and wont leave'. he didn't name her because he can't think of a good one. for the longest time he had no idea she was living in his floorboards but later discovered a hole in the side of his boat and found a crawlspace just large enough for a kitten.

he is freaked out by snakes. not as in a fear of snakes. but rather in utter disbelief that they can be the size of a human person. he's read about and probably seen the average snake, about the size of an arm. but anything larger than that will make his jaw drop right off of his face

he did have a symbiote dog for a short time. the dog was badly hurt and the passive symbiote had merged with its body to try and help it. he offered it a place to stay and rest and it happily agreed. it followed him around for the short while they had together and one day went off on its own.

he still sees that dog around (affectionately named 'spider-mutt') and offers it head scratches or belly rubs but they always part ways sooner than later.

loves opossums. thinks they look funny.

part two? maybe....

might add more to this as my brain keeps turning.

#atsv #hobie brown #hobie brown headcanons #this has been accumulating for #since the movie came out #i lost my mind #still losing it actually

[ctitan98official]

@milfnium : Okay but think about this. Y/N hearing Material Girl by Saucy Santana for the first time and deciding it was the only thing they were going to listen to for months. The absolute AGONY that everyone in the castle would be in makes me cackle

Oh my gosh XD This is funny! Let’s get into it!

Dani: *Runs up excitedly to Y/N* Hey, Y/N! Check out this song! It’s all over TikTok and people love it!

Y/N: *Always eager to jump on a meme bandwagon* Okay! Play it, Dani!

Dani: *Plays the song*

Y/N: *Stone-faced*…

Dani: *Confused because she thought Y/N would have loved it* Oh… You don’t like it?

Y/N: *Furrows a brow*…

Dani: *Rolls her eyes* You don’t have to try and spare my feelings you know-

Y/N: MaaATeeEriiAaL GiiiRRrrLlL! Chanels and pearls. That’s the trick that it take to keep the girls!

Dani: *Eyes sparkling, starts singing along with Y/N*

Bela: *Comes down the stairs, holding her ears* What is all of this racket going on?!

Dani: *Hops on Y/N’s shoulders, waving her sickle*

Y/N: *Starts walking toward Bela and slowly chasing her, singing at the top of their lungs* Choppin’ bitches down like Edward Scissor Hands!

Bela: *Trying to put some distance between her and the sickle, looks at Dani in horror* Please tell me you didn’t show them “Material Girl”, Dani. Because if you did, we’re all going to suffer for the next couple of months… *Facepalms*

Y/N: Everybody look out! I’ve got a new obsession!

Bela: Mother Miranda help us all…

Y/N: Dani! Let’s go show Cass the song! I bet she’ll love it!

Dani: Good idea!

A few minutes later

Cass: *Trying to paint, hears a knock on her door, growls* Well, come in already!

Y/N: *Bursts through the door* MaTttEeeeErRiaaLL GWorL!

Cass: *Startled, jumps* What the fuck, Y/N?!

Dani: *Runs in and starts twerking in front of Cass while Y/N sings*

Cass: *Appalled* Did you let Y/N hear that song?! Now we’re never going to get any peace!

Y/N: And I get it from my mammy-

Cass: *Slaps a hand over Y/N’s mouth* Quiet, Y/N! I don’t want to hear another word!

Y/N: *Licks Cass’s hand*

Cass: *Pulls her hand away, disgusted, throws Y/N and Dani out of her room* I don’t want to see you or hear you until you’ve got that song out of your stupid head! *Raises her sickle* Got it?

Y/N: …

Cass: Finally, some silence-

Y/N: *Screeches, running down the hall* Look but don’t tooOOuCH! You used to free BiiitCCheEss, I cost too much!

Dani: *Wiping a proud tear away* Taught them everything they know!

Cass: *Smacks the back of Dani’s head*

A little later

Y/N: *Peeks into Alcina’s room, sees her dozing off in her chair with a book in her hand, laughs quietly* Here we go!

Y/N: *Sneaks up to Alcina, suddenly starts singing* MmmmAaTeEeeRRiiiAL GIIIIrrrRRLLll!

Alcina: *Screams and jumps out of her chair* Who dares interrupt me during a nap?! *Looks at Y/N, deadpans* I should have known, I guess… What do you want, draga?

Y/N: Dani showed me this song on TikTok and I love it!

Alcina: ??? What’s a Ticky Tock?

Y/N: *Laughs* No! TikTok! It’s an app where you can post videos and stuff!

Alcina: *Rubs her eyes, grabs Y/N by the back of their collar, picks them up and throws them out of her room* I don’t care. Just take this silliness somewhere else.

Y/N: *Lying on the ground, pouts* You’re no fun!

Alcina: *Slams the door*

Y/N: *Crosses their arms, gets an idea* I need to go find Duke!

At Duke’s

Y/N: *Runs up to Duke’s carriage* Duke! Can you drive me around the village?! I’ve got a great plan!

Duke: *Shrugs* Where there’s coin to be made…

Y/N: *Riding on top of Duke’s carriage singing “Material Girl” into a megaphone*

The villagers: *Instantly like the song and start singing along*

A week later

Y/N and Alcina: *Wake up in each others arms*

Alcina: *Softly brushes Y/N’s hair out of their face* Good morning, draga. Sleep well?

Y/N: *Stretches* Yeah, babe! Here, come with me. I’ve got a surprise for you!

Alcina: *Confused* Okay? *Follows Y/N to her balcony, hears the villagers all singing “Material Girl”, glares at Y/N* What did you do?!

Y/N: I just showed the people what they were missing! They decided to make it the town’s official song!

Alcina: You’ve got three seconds to run before I throw you off this balcony.

Y/N: … MaAAterRRial-

Alcina: *Flings them off the side of the railing*

Masterlist

#alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #re8 #re8 village #re8 lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitriscu x reader #lady dimitrescu x reader #y/n is stupid #re8 shitpost #re8 incorrect quotes #bela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu

[treasureswordsgirl55]

A Drawer Full of.... Surprises

Character: Jake Lockley (Mostly) / Steven Grant (Mentions of Marc Spector)

Pairing: Steven Grant x Fem!Reader x Marc Spector x Fem!Reader x Jake Lockley

Mentions: DID

Inspired by: One Crazy idea and Moon Knight Comics

Warnings ⚠️: Nothing. Fun. So So Fun. Spicy talking. Mentions of sex. Fluff. Domestic things. Established relationship. Post!Moon Knight!

Author's Note: Hi everyone. I Hope you're doing well!!!

I'm so sorry for my absence but I'm trying to save the semester of the university and I hardly have time to write.

I'm going to be honest with all of you, I have at least 19 ideas in my drive, and this is one that I finished a little while ago.

How was this fic born? Easy, we were talking with my mom about Moon Knight especially our Moon boy Jake and the subject of the "mustache" in the comics, and came up and a comment led to another thing that ended in my crazy idea that Jake has a drawer with fake mustaches like Marge Simpson has a drawer full of replacement collars.

In addition to my laughter every time I remember it and since I can't make a meme, I wrote it 🤭

I hope you like this fic and you have a little of fun as I have writing it. I hope to bring you much more fics soon and thanks for reading, likes, comments and reblogs are very important to me.

Enjoy reading and welcome to my new followers and readers!

XOXO Noe! 😘💖

🔹🔹🔹🔹🔹🔹🔹

- Love, do you want to help me look for the keys? - Steven's voice full of uncertainty reaches me from the kitchen. I know from the tone of his voice that he must be frowning and most likely Marc is complaining in his head. I go out to meet him and I see him looking in the armchairs, on the small counter of his kitchen and as soon as I pass by his side, I give him a kiss on the cheek before walking away towards one of his many libraries .

I look at the pyramid-shaped clock on one side and it tells me it's 8:30.

 The time that Steven should be on the bus.

 - Donna will kill me.

 - She won't because she's not your boss anymore, darling. Don't forget - I walk past him as I stroke his shoulders and hear his sigh at the delicacy of my touch - Now you're the best tour guide in the museum, so Donna can go and ruin another's life now.

 - Did I tell you today that I love you?  -I laugh as soon as I feel his arms around my waist, bringing me close enough so that there is no space between our bodies while I feel his lips leave a kiss against my neck - If I didn't, I love you.

 I blush at his words and move as I pull away and gaze scan the apartment.

Steven had become even more confident since we started dating, helped in part by Marc and Jake, but it was easier for him to express his emotions since that "I love you" that slipped out after our first anniversary as a couple and he found that I hadn't ran away from him.

 - You always say it like I'm going to forget it.

 - I always have to remind you - I hear his laugh from the other side of the apartment, more specifically in our room and I roll my eyes. Another characteristic that had become more evident in Steven was an overconfidence that increased when he was Mr. Knight, but that was my guilty pleasure to see - No trace of them, right?

 - Before you continue looking, why don't you use mine? - The silence made me raise my head and as soon as I take my bag to look for them, I can't find them - They're the ones we're looking for, right?

 - I don't know where I left mine, love.  Maybe I dropped them in the street or in a fight... I don't know.

 - You and your clueless Egyptian head - I shake my head as I search through his books, the kitchen cupboards and even the bathroom, but there is no trace of even the little elephant that he has as a keychain - Didn't you leave them in the drawer of the bedside table's light? Where are the rubik's cubes?

 - If they're there, I didn't see it.

 I walk quickly towards the small table while Steven returns to the kitchen checking Gus's fish tank on his way and I check his drawer, but I only find a book, his perfume, three rubik's cubes and one of them broken, I imagine product of the lack of patience of Marc or Jake's anger, and various crossword puzzles.

 The other drawer belongs to Jake because he has one of those guns with a silencer that only he can have next to his bed without looking like something crazy and macabre together with that brown beret that he loves so much, and I barely open the last drawer of the bedside table from Steven, which theoretically belongs to Marc and I see its contents, I refrain from bursting out laughing.

Am I hallucinating or that what I see there are fake mustaches?

I turn to Steven who mutters something about having left it on a book, that this here is like looking for a needle in a haystack and I try not to imagine myself with one of those little artifacts, if I can call it that.

 I try to say something but all I can do is let out a giggle, which gets Steven's attention and he turns and walks over to where I'm standing.

 - Love, tell me you found them or I'll be late… - I turn without saying a word with one of the little "whiskers" in my hand, containing my desire to laugh as best I can and Steven sees it as if he had a cockroach in my hand -... Are those...? That's not mine.

 - Are you sure? - I move away while I open the drawer and I can not contain the desire to laugh anymore as soon as I see his face as surprised as mine was sure when I opened the drawer the first time seeing the exaggerated amount of mustaches in it, which remind me of the tribbles from Star Trek or the Gremlins, that if I throw water at them after midnight, they will multiply even more - Because this says something else.

 - Are you used to wearing a mustache now, Marc?  Is it some kind of sexual fantasy or what?! - Steven's voice sounds terrified and I let out a laugh that catches his attention. My stomach hurts from laughing so much and even more from imagining that either of them are walking around with one of these as the most natural thing in the universe.

 - Stop laughing at me, muñequita.

 Jake's cold, serious tone doesn't stop my laughter, but it makes it even more uncontrollable knowing that he owns the drawer.

 - I'm sorry is that….  - I take a deep breath while I feel that the heat takes over my face and not because of the annoying and penetrating look of him - It's just that...

 - Keep laughing, muñequita. Keep doing ot, then I'm going to laugh when I take care of you and you can't walk for a week after I get tired of making you mine.

 I laugh again without paying too much attention to his words that cause heat to spread throughout my body and I look at the drawer again, which reminds me for a moment of Marge Simpson's dresser drawer with its thousands of pearls necklaces, and I glance at Jake, who looks at me like he wants to scream in anger.

 - Why? - It's the only word I manage to get out of my lips in its entirety, without being interrupted by a laugh or a smile.

 - It's my alibi so they don't recognize me - I remain silent as I sit on the edge of our bed and I feel that the desire to laugh begins to lessen a little, but as soon as his image with his "alibi" appears in my head, my poor attempts fail miserably - Tell me you're not serious, Jake.

 - I'm very serious, muñeca.

 - Is your alibi a drawer full of fake mustaches?  - I laugh again that makes his eyes narrow and look at me as if he could stop my teasing with a single look, while my eyes fill with tears blurring his image.  If I continue like this, I'll have a fit from laughing so much - Can I tell you something? I always thought the mustache would look horrible on you... it doesn't go with your handsome face.  And this confirms it.

 I extend my mustache in his direction until it is level with his lips and I laugh again as I confirm my theory: I don't like the way it looks on him at all. They make it look older and very, very fake. I let out a giggle that does nothing but annoy him and Jake takes a few steps closer while running his tongue over his lips, as if savoring a thought that only he knows and looks around me, more precisely at the Steven shirt that i'm wearing and the bed.

- Have I stopped being your personal clown, mí amor?

 The tone of his voice drops several decibels and his voice with that Spanish accent causes several chills in my body, which seems not to react to my actions.

 My God, forgive me but it is too hot to hear him speak in Spanish.

 - Forgive me darling, but it is difficult for you to stop being so every time I see you and remember this.

 Jake peers at the clock, weighing his options without even saying a word, he cheekily looks me up and down like I'm a dessert he's going to take his time eating, then looks back at the clock on the wall with a sigh. He weighs heavily as, noticeably resigned, he grabs Steven's bag from the small chair as he walks to the door and yanks the door handle with a bang, popping the lock out of the door as if it were paper, then pulling out the keys from one of the small drawers located on the large shelf next to the door.

 How is that…?

 - You save yourself from the fact that Steven will be late for work - He mutters as if he were holding back the desire to close the door and keep his promise, but Steven's work was important to him, as it is to everyone - If it weren't for that, and because this is his life's work, I'd have you screaming for mercy under me, muñequita.

 I hold back a groan as he pulls his legs up onto the bed, listening to his breathing get heavier even though he separates us several feet from each other.

 - I'm sorry Lockley.  Or should I say…

He shakes his head as he falls silent for a second and then smiles, that mischievous, cynical smile he only has when he's about to get into one of his "mischief."

And by his "mischief", I mean what he'll do to me when he gets home from work.

- Don't you dare, mí amor - He approaches so fast that I can't escape from his hands and he is fast enough to immobilize me in bed, while I feel his warm breath in my ear - I want you to think about this, that when I return tonight you won't run away from me. I'll be the one to have fun with you - He holds my hands with one of his while the other goes down until he puts it under Steven's shirt and gently touches my stomach, drawing small circles - I'll make you scream so much that I'll forget about your laughter and your teasing, muñequita.

- You will not do it. They will defend me from you - I make fun of him but something in his eyes changes and I guess his plans just by looking at him - Oh...

- That's it, amor. You need to understand that tonight, Steven and Marc are on my side - He pulls away from me not before pressing his lips against mine and I barely want to pull him into my arms, he walks away laughing - Who's having fun now?

- Both of us? Don't you like that I had a little bit of fun with you?

- Of course, I love that you have fun but not at my expense - I let out another laugh as I look at the drawer and I see him shake his head as he walks towards the door - You're not safe from me tonight, hermosa. Don't forget it. 

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[libraford]

I *love* the motif deck; the composition, the flexibility, your watercolors are wonderfully done, and while I'm hoping to be able to buy it eventually, I'm desperately poor and can't rn (if I can sell some earrings I maybe can though lol) but every time you post a sample reading it's... also dragging me to filth, and strangely tiding me over, so thank you and also wtf how do you do this

I'll be honest, I don't know how I do anything. I'm just trying to make it to Friday.

The Motif Deck was born from an idea I had a couple years ago, which was an oracle deck with no words attached to the cards so that the reader was encouraged to free-associate. But when I was sketching out the thumbnails I only had four colors in my pen set and I was working on it while at a laundromat so I couldn't get more because someone might steal my laundry. But I ended up really enjoying the simplicity of the color scheme so that got stuck in my head for a bit.

The drive to do an oracle deck with no standard meaning came from doing tarot for like six years (at that point, it's more like 10 now). I've always been a really talented reader and I picked up on the concept right away, but the symbols in tarot seemed a little hard to connect with (which lead me to make @thesweeneytarot ). So I started reading based on vibes. Like... what colors do I see most of in this spread, where are the cards facing, what seems out of place, how do we create a story based on what we have in front of us.

Proved effective! I was doing really well on tarot readings. It felt less like divination this way and more like a puzzle, like a story, like a game.

So what if there was a deck that was made for this style of reading? How do you even start that? What would it look like? Could I make something like that? Where do I start?

Then my friend introduced me to a game called Dixit, and it's sister game Mysterium, which uses untitled surreal art cards to tell a story. And I noticed that sometimes the art cards would have similar objects in them, like red ribbons or gold keys or blue fish. And it was interesting to me how the person in the storytelling position would make different associations than I did and I considered this a feature, not a bug.

I toyed a bit with doing divination with Dixit cards, but I found them a bit too obtuse for my liking and there were too many details to get caught up in.

So I was like... okay, I like this. What do I like about this? Let's do this but make it simpler.

...then covid.

So the idea sat on the backburner for awhile.

Then i got back into doing tarot readings and got the itch to try something new, started thinking about That oracle deck again, but now I'm thinking about those primary colors and how I tried like four different color combinations in my thumbnails and couldn't remember what they were meant to mean between them.

Then thinking about color theory. Like actual color theory but also the meme. And how the red ribbons in Dixit could be the strings of fate or they could be streaks of blood, or the red design on the hospital floor could be 'energetic and positive' or they could be... streaks of blood...

Like... sure, colors might have set meanings... to some people. But they also have meanings in their context. The color of a thing tells a story just like the thing itself.

So this is how I came up with the idea of repeating the images in different colorways.

So now we have my elements: no words, no inherent meaning, simple images, repeating objects interacting with each other, and cards repeating in different colorways.

And then the hard part, which was making it. I do actually have an art degree, so making the paintings wasn't difficult for me, but the logistics was hard. Because I had to decide which objects were common enough to be understood by everyone, and I had to pare the number down to something reasonable because this deck was bound to be massive.

Which took another year.

And now it's done! The slow parts go slow and the fast parts go fast.

I'm the kind of person who like... if I get into my head that I want to make something, I'll find a way to make it. And like... my philosophy for making things has always been that I intend to sell one, and that's to myself. But if I like it, someone else might, so I make it available for other people.

But I'm really glad that other people like it or are even just curious. Like, when you're making a 'product' (which almost feels rude to call something that I did for myself) the hardest part is getting people interested in it. So the fact that so many people think it's cool makes me so happy. (Am I cool now???)

Thank you!! And sorry for the overshare. I just got really excited.

[yuurivoice]

Just wanted to say that even though I do avoid exploring any tags related to me, I do absolutely recognize and appreciate a ton of you who regularly post awesome art, headcanons, and memes.

A lot of that is thanks to people sharing those fun, awesome things! Reblogs where I end up seeing them on mutuals blogs and stuff helps, so share and gas each other up!

There are people in this community that have been here for years, who have seen this entire corner of the internet shift and grow for better or worse. The OGs who have been around before I ever made this blog know how far the community has come, how much it's stayed the same, and how much it has changed. And I've grown along with it. My aspirations and hopes and creativity has evolved so much from just doing silly little posts as an anime twink to having a full blown web series.

Despite that growth, I am still just a guy trying to tell his stories and make some voices while doing it. I have a small team around me, and without them this would be even more difficult than it already is. We're not corporate, we're independent artists and freelancers and creatives just trying to do cool stuff, and are lucky enough that something worked.

I've failed so much over the course of my life. You see the results of things, and for the most part are incredibly kind and supportive. Thousands upon thousands have appreciated my work in one way or another, and that's a dream come true for me. I never bothered wanting anything more in my life than to share stories with people. I didn't have a bucket list, or many aspirations. I was at a dead end and ready to just give up. That mentality and the time spent going in circles did a lot of damage over time.

But you found me, whether it was 6 years ago or a week ago, and whatever support and vibes you've sent my way have mattered. I won't ever lose sight of that.

I wanted to say that because I know I am not as ingrained into my own community as an active participant and that may make me seem distant, or stuck up, or something. It's not for any sort of disdain or lack of appreciation though, it's just me, and trying to keep my head clear.

You don't get an instruction manual when you're suddenly a niche internet micro celebrity. They don't tell you about scrolling through fan art at 3am and then seeing the nastiest, most mean spirited, bad faith takes about your work you've ever seen. Shit is weird, man. And it's not for me, because I give way too much of a shit about my art, and that's a flaw. My skin has gotten thicker over the years, but what happens on days when your mental health is in the shitter? Weeks where I've been fighting my demons and losing can't afford me the grace to step on a weird internet landmine brought on by the symptoms of being a creative trying and failing and succeeding all at once in a world where everyone on the internet has an opinion they want to shout into the void.

And people can do that! It's my responsibility to look after myself and set those boundaries for my own comfort, not anyone's fault for just doing their thing on the internet, ya know? Once you put yourself out there, you have to accept that people are gonna people. Same irl, shit, I've been a fat kid my whole life, I'm certainly no stranger to people being obscenely rude for no reason other than they like the sound of their own voice.

I just wanted y'all to know that even though we're well beyond the "little internet family" vibes that some creators foster, I'm not up in some ivory tower (ha, said the thing) looking down like a curmudgeon. I am rooting especially hard for all the fellow creatives out there on their own journeys, wanting to share their passion and dreams with the world as well. I want you to win, and succeed, and find fulfillment with whatever drives you to make things.

Guess I was in my feelings a little bit and just wanted to say that I do see many of you and am thankful you've allowed me to play some kind of role in entertaining, comforting, or inspiring you. That means the world to me.

[kuwdora]

January Posting Meme

January 2 - What was the first vid you made? What drew you to vid it, do you still follow the fandom, etc. -@colls

Happy birthday colls!

Vid nostalgia time, thank you for this prompt.

My very first vid - Ameno - 2007. Stargate Atlantis.

I made my first vid in 2007 with iMovie. Stargate Atlantis, an ensemble vid about the Ancients. It’s titled “Ameno” by eRa and has chanty vocals that made me think of the Ancients/Lanteans in the Pegasus Galaxy. We were about… what 3 seasons into SGA at that time? Stargate SG-1 was my first internet fandom and SGA fandom in its heyday was certainly an Experience so I was in deep. I voraciously read all the fic back then, participated in the communities, wrote some crossover SGA/SG1 fic here and there. So once I started playing around with iMovie and got an external hard drive it seemed pretty natural for me to try and make a Stargate Atlantis vid.

Several years prior I remember my friend thelinz had sent me a bunch of SG-1 fanvids on CD-ROM that I became obsessed with. I knew I wanted to make Stargate vids. Of course I just had to go and use a song without discernible lyrics and try to tell a story about the Ancients/Lanteans. A people who were almost always featured subtextually and mostly as their tech being a macguffin of sorts for the protagonists to deal with. In my head a Narrative made a lot more sense while I was making it but I was still left rather unsatisfied by the end. But I am very proud of it—especially as a first vid. It’s very interesting to see how my eye for kinetic movement works with the musicality of the song as my first vid. And how I refined that over the years.

As for still following the fandom? It’s in my bones, it’s always there. So many of my fandom friends and I started there. Sometimes I go back and reread old SGA flashfic entries.

I do follow a few Stargate SG-1 and Stargate Atlantis tags on tumblr which has been an interesting time observing that. Mostly on account of folks remarking on Jack and Daniel’s ages (they are too Old). Or how some people have said that Rodney McKay would have Done Numbers on tumblr if the show was airing now and that people should really watch SGA for him. Which just is, you know. Makes me want to pull out that Aslan meme “I was there” old magics etc, since Rodney McKay Was Everywhere, fanon ran with wild abandon and then some while others did slow laps in their own slash and rare-pair niches. But this is part of growing older in fandom, you were there for that history (and all the various wank, which is what it was called and not Discourse).

Anyway. I was never quite satisfied with Ameno. But I went on to make dozen more vids after it with iMovie until I got a Final Cut Edit license. And I came across a song during a summer job and realized the vibe+lyrics…that song was the Ancient Vid I was trying to make the first time around but didn’t manage. And listening to the song I realized I didn’t have the vidding skills yet to pull it together. Very overwhelmed by the idea. I spent 5 years listening and mentally putting it together in my head while casually rewatching here and there. Which is how I managed to make High Voltage - one of the vids I’m most proud of for narrative, structural and thematic reasons.

High Voltage which someone actually made a Fanlore entry about it!

High Voltage which was selected at Vividcon 2011 for In Depth Vid Review where people spent a good chunk of time discussing it in an in-person group setting. Folks who had never seen Stargate Atlantis or SG-1 or Stargate Universe even said they were very impressed and intrigued with the vid because it looked like nothing they’ve ever seen from Stargate vids before. And those who knew the shows inside and out, who knew the fic, who had meta discussions about it every week, everyone there when another surface-level, shoddily executed storyline rolled out. They saw my vid, too, they saw it and got it. It was really, really incredible experience to get that kind of feedback and realize that so many picked up what I was laying down.

Beatrice Otter wrote a lovely fancake rec for it in 2022 — 11 years after it premiered! A rec I have screencapped and saved in my happy folder to look at when I’m feeling down.

I elaborated a little more about my vidding process and reception of the vid on tumblr

So Ameno is my very first vid that I was VERY proud of but still wanted to go and “do over”/“do again” because it didn’t feel quite right. That foundation and growth lead to High Voltage. :)

I highly recommend anyone who wants to make a fix-it to an old fanwork of theirs to do go ahead and do it and see how it feels. You never know where it might lead.

January Posting Meme - claim a date! Send me any kind of prompt!

#january posting meme #january posting meme 2024 #vidding #fanvids #fan video #my vids #blogdora

[joe9cool]

Collide-Justin Herbert-15

A/N. Before this chapter starts I want to say I only own my Characters. The LA Chargers, their employees are real people. The gossip is for storylines only. I don't know their stories in reality. This is my story and doesn't reflect their real lives. Thank you.

Sara woke up the next morning in a good mood. Justin's room was very comfortable, his bed was better. Maybe it was the fact that they were in Oregon, away from the harsh reality of the spotlight, or the fact that the two have made major progress in their relationship. Truth be told she was a little worried how his family would perceive her. But it seemed the Herbert's loved her, and she did as well. It was 8:00am, and Sara assumed that Justin would be at the facilities right now.

However, she heard music, and it was playing softly, but as she got out of bed and began heading towards the main room it became louder, and she realized it was coming from the basement. She took two steps downstairs, enough so he wouldn't see it but the music was easy to make out

She should me what love is

Now I'm acting like I know myself

In case you didn't notice

I'd go blind just to see you 

I'd go far just to have you near.

It was the new 1975 song 'happiness' She had played in the car sometime during the trip, but she didn't think he was paying attention.

She smiled. She wanted to go downstairs and do a gotcha but decided against it. Instead she tiptoed back to the kitchen where she noticed he didn't have a coffee machine. Well he wasn't a coffee drinker so she should have expected that. The Herbert family was overall a very healthy family. Holly mentioned that she liked green breakfast smoothies and going for a morning run before work.  It reminded her of her aunt, who would constantly chastise for her body type. Holly wasn't like that though, she just enjoyed it and that was fine with Sara.

She decided on avocado toast and while waiting on the bread she decided to go on her phone. Upon browsing instagram, she reshared some funny memes and turned off her replies. As much as she loved her fans, the constant replies to everything was a little annoying.

She saw in her search history the girls' names. Usually this would be the part where she saw if they posted anything. For the first time she clicked on the 'x' and watched their names disappear.  It was time to let go. She was here, in Oregon with Justin, who invited her, showing her things that no one else did. He trusted her with that, she needed to trust him with this.

She saw the messages from Joey, and decided to answer them.

Jb: Hey

     How's the drive?

     I guess you're driving

     Good morning, How's Oregon?

S: Hey, everything is great. I love it so far. Justin's family is wonderful. Hope you have a great day.

Jb: that's good! Hey so I need your advice on something.

Sara furrowed her eyebrows. What on earth could he be asking about?

S: okay. What about?

Jb: so I have a date with this girl Saturday night and I have no idea what to plan.

Seriously? That's what he was asking about?

S: do you know what she likes? 

Jb: she's a girl I knew from Ohio State. Kailee. From what I remember she likes horses. But I don't want to take her horseback riding with the injury.

S: umm well what about a picnic or something? You have a nice backyard. You could invite her over and do a picnic with a movie on that big overhead you were bragging about.

Jb: I'll consider it. Now I don't know what to make.

S:how are your cooking skills?

Jb: average. Wish you were in town to help me

She ignored that comment.

S: do something simple. Pasta with chicken . Or there is nothing wrong with ordering food if you know her favorite foods or even doing sampler plates.

Jb: Justin cooks for you?

S: yes he does. We make meals together. There's an idea for a date. Hey look I got to go.  Good luck!

She decided to end it with no invitation to tell her how it goes. It was good he had a date. Maybe they could be friends without him being on the borderline being inappropriate.

She set her phone down and decided on a protein smoothie for breakfast. Gathering frozen fruit and spinach, as well as the powder and oat milk. She poured everything into a blender and once it was finished she searched the cabinets for the glasses. Of course they were on the top shelf. Damn him being 6'6.

Looking around, there wasn't a ladder or step stool. She didn't want to bother Justin during his workout. With a sigh, she did her usual climb on the counter. Unbeknownst to her Justin was watching her from a distance, an amused smirk on his lips as he watched her on her knees on his counter, once she jumped down she turned around and screamed when she saw him. "Goddammit stop doing that!"

"I'm just standing here!"He held his hand up. She rolled her eyes and poured the green smoothie in the cup. "Uh huh, and you saw me struggling to get the glass and didn't help me."

He walked up behind her. "It was cute watching you. You could have just grabbed me." He rested his hands on her shoulders. "I didn't want to bother you." He pressed his lips to the top of his head. "Stubborn woman. Please do not hop on the counter like that again. I don't want you to get hurt."

"Justin, you are talking to a girl from a short family. This was how we got stuff done." He laughed. "Still. you have me now. You don't have to reach for things "

Sara got all warm and fuzzy inside when he spoke those words. Before she could say something he swiped her smoothie and took a big drink of it. "Hey! You smoothie swiper!" He swallowed. "It's really good babe." He took another gulp before handing it back to her. When she went to grab it he held it above his head. She playfully glared at him. He smirked and puckered his lips. She kissed his lips and he deepened the kiss. He still didn't give her the glass and she had to play dirty. Her hand slid down and groped his dick through his shorts. He gasped and his hand lowered and she took the glass out his hand.

She smirked as it was his turn to glare. "That wasn't fair. I would have given it back eventually." She laughed. "I'll take care of you later. What's on the agenda for today?"

"Today we are golfing. Our tee time is at 1 on a private course. Patrick and Carly might be joining us, if they can leave the bed for an hour." He shook his head.

"Aww that's sweet. They are long distance.  That will be us in January." She didn't know why she brought that up. It was not the time or place. She held her breath.

He looked at her with no emotion. "How long will you be gone?"

"Two months. I will be in Abu Dhabi and then Berlin. Once I come back in March I start filming for the new season. So it will be crazy. I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner." 

"I don't understand why you would wait." She let out a breath. This was the time she could apologize and beg for forgiveness, or she could just be honest with him. " When we first got together we were on such shaky ground. "

He was confused. "What do you mean?"

She shook her head, wishing she never said it in the first place. She turned away from him. "I felt like I was forcing myself on you. You would come on so strong, then you would back off and come on strong again. I don't know, I just felt maybe I was nothing but a hookup to you. Also the whole secretive thing. I get it, I do. I've had public relationships crash and burn and its awful. I have also had private ones where no one knew it even happened. But Justin, I felt like you didn't want me."

Tears were in her eyes and she was sure he could tell she was crying. Taking a shaky breath she just wanted to crawl into a hole and hide forever. Every second of silence felt like another dagger to her heart.

Finally, she heard him speak. "Wow. Sara I'm so sorry. I-. I didn't realize I was making you feel that way. Because that was not what I felt. I know I said this before, but I'm not good with my emotions and expressing them. I had to seek a psychologist just to be comfortable with expressing any emotion besides anger. I had hugs forced upon me til Iiked it."

He took a deep breath.

"My only serious relationship was in high school and it was a toxic on and off thing for a few years. I wasn't perfect, I know football came between us and my lack of expression caused the final breakup. When I got to Los Angeles I just did simple hookups and friends with benefits.." He ran his hands through his hair

"The night we met. It was different, normally I would have backed off or found an excuse to go home early. But you with that green dress kept me there, wanting to talk to you. It was like you had a spell on me." He winked and she giggled. "When I got home I thought what would someone like you want with someone like me. But then you reached out and you did not take no for an answer. It was different, refreshing. I know I haven't been the greatest boyfriend. But I'm trying, I swear I am."

She smiled and turned around. He felt a pain in his chest seeing the tears in her eyes and knowing he caused them. He came closer to wrap her in a hug. Sara sighed, feeling so safe and warm in his big arms. Despite the sweet moment, there was still something plaguing her mind. "What happens with this?"

He rested his head on top of hers. "With what?"

"If it comes out we are dating. I don't want to announce it to the world, but I'm just afraid we are going to get outed, and our lives are going to change."

As much as he wanted to talk about it and take control he didn't want to send himself into a panic. "We deal with it as it comes." He surprised himself at this nature of 'not caring' this wasn't him. Guess love can make you do silly things. She nodded and buried her face in his sternum. "I love you being my secret to the world, but family and friends we are just us." He kissed her “I agree. Just know our truth, family and friends.” They stood like that for about five minutes. Sighing, he pulled away and looked at the clock. “We have to get ready, the course is about a forty five minute drive.” Sara kissed him one more time before heading back into the room to jump in the shower. 

The water was hot and the shower door was steamy but she was able to make out Justin's frame as she saw him get undressed. Once he stepped in the shower he went to adjust the temp but she slapped his hand away. "Don't you dare! This is perfect!"

He got under the water and yelped. "Babe! It's hot as hell in here! Why do you like it like this? It's not good for the skin. It dries out your cells."

She rolled her eyes. "You can bury me in all this biology knowledge but I'm not changing the temp!" Grabbing the shampoo she lathered her hair and Justin did the same. When they moved on to the conditioner in their hair, she put body wash on her loofah and began lathering Justin's body. Careful to avoid his groin. (As much as she wanted to fuck and miss the time she knew that he would be upset afterwards.) She got his back and his shoulders. She handed it to him and told him to get her back. When she turned around she felt a Crack and sting on her ass. "Ow! What the hell?" She turned to glare at him while he busted out laughing. "Payback!" He squeezed her other cheek.

"Asshole," She muttered, as he continued the mission at hand. He got her back, going a bit low at times. Then he dropped the loofah and used his hand to come around and cup her chest. "I thought we were gonna be late?" He began kissing her neck. "It's fine." He muttered between kisses. "I rented it for us only. Pat and Carly will probably be late too." His hands started to snake lower and she grabbed them and brought them to his sides. "No way mister, you know I hate being late to things."

He groaned "since when did you become responsible?" Earning another glare, she turned the water cold, earning a yelp from Justin as she rinsed their hair. "Cold rinses for hair, remember?" He rolled his eyes behind his eyelids as the water ran down his face.  Once they were finished they stepped out and began to dry off and get dressed. Sara decided since it was cool she was going for golf pants and a long sleeve shirt. Deciding on tying up her hair and putting a visor on, she looked in the mirror and laughed as she looked like a typical golf executive that her dad would wine and dine.

Well the men would be on the golf course, her mom and the other wives would be in the clubhouse drinking wine and gossiping. Anyways she saw Justin was dressed and once she grabbed water  they were in the car and on their way. 

His phone dinged and he picked it up to look at it. He laughed. "Well Pat and Carly are running late. They "slept in" He put air quotes around it. Sara giggled. "See I told you we could have had a quick round in the shower. But no, someone had to be early."

She hit his shoulder. "I didn't say early I said I don't want to run late. Besides since when are we quick. Mr. Foreplay." He laughed. "And I have heard absolutely no complaints from you. Matter a fact I will pull over to a forest preserve and we can have some fun with these tinted windows."

"First of all, you know what I didn't plan on doing yoga, second of all. You have car sex once and now your addicted."

He smiled. "It's all you baby, you're just too hot." He squeezed her thigh. After the playful banter the rest of the ride was silent. When they pulled up to the course Sara saw it was completely empty. So he really rented the place out. Not even the owner was here. 'Pros of being an Oregon boy' She thought. 

She followed Justin as they walked to the clubhouse. "Wait Justin! I don't have anything to golf with!"

He smiled. "You don't think I wasn't prepared? The place has clubs for everything." He got out a gold key and unlocked the door. They walked inside and he immediately went behind the counter to test out the clubs they would need. He had her hold a few clubs at length to test which ones would work for her. Once that was over he got a gold cart and they drove to the range. 

"Okay so. Watch my stance when I swing." He bent his knees and pulled back. When he swung he tilted his hips and they both watched as the ball soared through the air. She couldn't even see where it landed.

Sara took a big gulp as he did it a few more times before he had her do it. The ball was on the ground. She felt his eyes on her back as she tried to mimic his actions. The first time wasn't successful as she swung and missed.

Already she was getting flashbacks to being laughed at school as she heard his laughter behind her. She was already so fucking red. "Okay so not bad. But you need to focus on hitting the ball babe." She nodded and tried to appear confident. She swung again and connected with the ball. Though it didn't go far it still connected.

"Alright, good job. You need to focus on moving your hips though. He got behind her, his hands rested on top of hers. Justin guided her through the swing and pushed his hips against hers. The ball flew pretty far and Sara felt proud of herself. So far it was going well, and the embarrassment of the first attempt faded away. They practiced the range for a good thirty minutes before he decided they were ready for a full course.

Getting back in the golf cart, he drove to the first hole. She took everything in. She had to say it was peaceful In the sense of nature and calming to focus on something. Justin was so focused on his game that he didn't really speak to her unless it was to instruct her on something. Which was fine, she was enjoying just watching him.

She had to say he was being incredibly patient with her. Sure there were times that she could sense his frustration coming through. But he seemed to keep it in check and make sure she was comfortable. He knew about her past with athletics and despite the fact that his whole life was athletics he wanted to make sure his girlfriend was comfortable.

Something had switched inside of him when she spoke of her family not supporting her much because everyone cared about sports over art. It made him think, what if he became a father and his kids didn't like sports or want to be involved in that side? His family was so centered around sports that he just always went after girls who were sporty. Dating Sara put his life into a different perspective.

They had made it through all eighteen holes. (Justin won, not that he was counting or anything.) He checked the time and saw that the time was almost five pm. They were at the golf course a lot longer than usual. He drove back faster than usual to the clubhouse. "Justin, why are we speeding?" She was holding on to the bar, scared for her life as he never drove fast as all.

He pulled up to the parking lot in the clubhouse. Grabbing the club bags he practically ran inside, Sara sprinting to catch up. He put everything back and did a once over before locking up. He made a note to thank Robert the owner for allowing him to shut down the place for privacy. He and Sara were in the car in no time (He threw her over his shoulder) and they were off.

Sara was so confused. "Why are you racing?"

"Because we have other plans that we can't miss. You're gonna love it I promise." He smiled at her. "Do you trust me?" She nodded. 

Justin was so shocked he didn't get a ticket as they pulled into the garage. They walked into the house "I'm going to make some calls and get ready. The room is all yours. Dress nice." He kissed her. '"Meet at the door at 7:30." He went downstairs to the basement. She was so confused at the events that took place earlier. What could he possibly mean by this? Justin was not a romantic guy, he was trying sure she did notice the change in his behavior, and while he wasn't good at expressing his emotions, their conversation earlier today brought out a whole new side to him. It was refreshing to say the least. It was moments like this that made her fall in love with him like the first time she knew.

She hurried up and body showered before making sure she was shaved (She still had the wax but wanted to fine tooth comb everything. She curled her short brown hair and decided on a nice casual black dress before grabbing a leather jacket. Her makeup was light and she accessorized with her usual ring and earrings. She looked at the time to see it was 7:15. Coming out of the bedroom to see Justin dressed nice in a casual top with gray jeans. His hair was styled and he had the cologne that she bought him. She smiled, "I'm ready." He matched her smile. "You look beautiful." She slipped on her shoes before they departed.

It was dark outside, but once she saw the lights of Autzen stadium. He drove around the stadium and she was in awe. Of course she had been to many stadiums for concerts and events but seeing it empty was something else. She turned towards him. "How is it so empty?"

He smiled. "Well the team had early practice today and  tomorrow so no one is there. The school is a commuter school. So there is no one on the grounds. Except the library but we won't be there. He drove into a gate opening parked on the side, and Sara saw the field that he played on and spoke so fondly of. He got out of the car and helped her. Grabbing her hand, he led her to the elevators. He pressed a button she couldn't see and felt the box moving up. This time around it was him fidgeting with his hands. She smiled. "This feels like a first date." She giggled.

He turned and faced. Before he could say something the elevator dinged and the doors opened. Sara gasped as she took in the scene before her.

There were phony candles in certain spots. Champagne was on the table surrounded by little snack foods. She looked at him with tears in her eyes. "Justin.."

"Technically it's a first real date. Since we've been together I haven't been able to take you out. This is sorta my way of trying to make it up to you since.." He trailed off, and Sara knew what he meant.

Before he could take a step forward she wrapped her arms around him to pull him towards her. She put all the passion and love for him in the kiss and she felt Justin reciprocating that as well. Maybe it was the Oregon air, being back in his comfort zone, or finally giving in to the feelings they had for each other. This weekend so far was a shift in their relationship. They broke the kiss when they were both out of breath, not wanting to take it too far before they fuck on the floor. She didn't think the stadium would appreciate trying to clean that up.

The seats overlooked the entire stadium and she knew enough to know they were in one of the boxes. The champagne was poured as she noticed chocolate covered strawberries. She looked at him. "How do you know I love these?"

He kissed her. "I noticed every time the house is stocked with groceries there are strawberries and Hershey bars. I put two and two together." They made small snack plates and fed each other off of them. She stole kisses from him every once and while as he spoke about the stadium and the history of it. He pointed out the seats his family had and where they would watch the games. 

He spoke about going under recruited, his plans to go to Montana State with Mitch. Stories of friendships that he made and his hopes of her meeting them sometime. She was attached to his arm as he spoke so lovingly and fondly of this time in his life. Justin also opened up about his frustration with the team and how he learned to cope at Oregon. How he tried not to pay attention to commentators but he knew the pressure to produce this year.

Trying to comfort him as best as she could, he looked down at her. "I don't know what I would have done if you weren't here this season. I've always told myself no distractions, no fun, no girls nothing." He laughed. "I was drowning, and you breathed life in me."

Sara was tearing up again. "Justin, that's what couples do for each other. Has no one ever supported you?"

He shrugged. "Outside of friends and family? Not really. Many girls just want the name and the fame. I've learned to deal with the pressure myself.

Sara nodded. "Me too, I've never confided in a lot of people. When I would tell my family my struggles it was always 'why are you upset? You have a nice house, and your parents are successful. If you are upset it's cause you chose a career path with uncertainty."

He shook his head. "Alot of people don't understand us but it's okay. We understand each other."

She hummed in agreement and they cuddled up overlooking the field. They finished the food and the champagne, with Sara feeling a light buzz. (Glad she didn't wear heels.) Justin cleaned up like they were never there and they walked onto the field. Sara looked around in even bigger awe as she took in everything. She was used to big crowds and putting on a show. But this was different, this was live everyone watching, knowing if you made a mistake. "I don't know how you do this"

He held her hands and faced her. "Do what?"

"Not feel the millions of eyes on you. "

He chuckled. "Technically it's 64,000." She rolled her eyes. "Still. All those eyes on you, knowing you had a bad night if something was off. Knowing your whole future depends on how you are live on this field." She looked up at him. "I have so much respect for you."

He smiled. "You didn't think much of it before?" She shook her head no. "I mean sorta because my brother in law is in hockey. But it's more of a team sport if that makes sense." He nodded. 

They strolled around the field in silence. Sara taking in the sights. She felt Justin's eyes on her. 

They walked to the big 'O' and Sara looked around. Justin laughed. "Amazing isn't it?" She nodded. After a quick silence she spoke again. "Thank you."

"For what?"

"For not being afraid of me. Of us."

He shook his head. The next words out of his mouth surprised them both.

"I'm not afraid of you Sara, I love you."

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Patrick and Carly were sitting on his bed watching television. He had just finished packing for his trip Friday morning to the game against CAL. They had kissed tee time but Patrick was wrapped up in his girlfriend. He didn't get to see her often after accepting a job down south and when she surprised him with a belated Birthday gift he wanted to take full advantage of it. It made it better with his brother and girlfriend there as well.

Patrick was surprised when his parents sat him down and told them just Justin was coming to visit foe the weekend and he was bringing a friend. Patrick assumed it was someone on the team until Mitch called him and spilled the beans that his big brother was seeing someone and it was getting serious, of course Justin downplaying it. They both knew that Justin wasn't good at relationships and being vulnerable so that was why most if not all of his potential matches or hookups didn't work out.

Patrick was intrigued when Mitch told him that it sounded like their middle brother was pretty serious about this girl. Also mom and dad met her and they noticed a change in him too.

He could see it when he came over to see Justin. There was a happier aura to him despite everything that had gone down in the Chargers season so far.

He and Carly figured that this girl was someone who worked in the football business or maybe someone he met on the street. Imagine their surprise when they turned around and saw one of the biggest stars in the world in the kitchen. Sara Wozniak, Emmy winner, academy award Nominees. A Hollywood darling, it girl. 

And she was in their house, dating his big brother. Once the starstruck passed, Patrick found her easy to talk to and funny as hell. She had him in stitches when she would joke about how Justin was. He enjoyed his brother going red in the face as she would tease him about how they met.

As if she knew what was on her boyfriends mind Carly spoke. "Crazy that your brother is dating The star on our favorite television show. Like we see on screen so many times and now she was here in front of us, and we had dinner with her and spoke with her. I wanted to ask for her autograph but it didn't feel appropriate." Patrick threw his head back and laughed. "I wanted to just to piss Justin off. I'll probably do it next time." He smirked.

Carly laughed. "But seriously what do you think of her?" 

"She's really cool. I didn't expect that from her. But then again Justin wouldn't fuck with someone who had that Hollywood attitude." Carly nodded in agreement. "They make a good match, considering they have different personalities. They balance each other really well."

Patrick nodded and laid next to Carly on the bed. "I hope it works out I really like her and I don't want my brother to fuck it up." Carly giggled. 

"With the way he looked at her? I doubt it."

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Sara was stunned.

She never thought she would hear those words from his mouth. "Huh?"

That was not how she planned on replying to hearing those three little words. Justin sucked in a deep breath. "I love you Sara."

She was still stunned. If anything she was supposed to blurt it out. All of her relationships she was the one that said it first. Hearing it from his mouth was the greatest thing she had ever heard.

Justin on the other hand wanted to throw up, he didn't expect her to be silent. Truth be told he didn't know what to expect. Not silence, he started rambling to fill the quietness. "Look, I know it might be a little soon. I mean it's only been what? A little less than four months? But Sara, I've never felt this way about anyone before."

He took another step towards her. "You don't have to say it back if you don't want to or you don't feel it. Don't feel obligated to say it because I said it to you."

She couldn't help herself.

Don't feel obligated because I said it to you.

The whole thing was ridiculous. If he only knew she was practically head over heels for him she couldn't help it 

She busted into giggles, which became full on laughter. Justin was confused this was not the reaction that was expected. He was a little hurt. "What's so funny about this?"

She controlled her laughs when she heard a little attitude in his voice. "I'm sorry it's not funny that you said those words. It's that you really think that I don't feel the same way about you after everything I have done for you." She walked up to him and kissed him. "I'm so fucking in love with you Justin Patrick. There were so many times where I thought I was gonna just blurt it out at the most inappropriate moments that you thought I was a fool."

He smiled, relieved that he wasn't being laughed at. "I'm not used to this. "

She laughed again, and this time he joined her. They were in such bliss that they didnt notice the small drops on them. She kissed him again and this time it was full of passion. He groaned and lifted her up once they broke apart she smiled.

 "Hey"

"What?"

"I love you."

He smiled . "I love you." 

All of the sudden it began pouring. Getting soaked. Sara screamed as Justin began running, carrying her in his arms as he ran towards where the car was parked. "Justin put me down! You will hurt yourself!" It was easy to forget about his ribs. "Babe I'm fine! You're too slow anyways."

"Ass!" She yelled over the rain and the thunder. Justin laughed as he set her down to get in the car. Once they got in and the gate closed he drove off.  

Sara felt gross, she hated being fully clothed and wet. "I'm gonna have to strip out these clothes as soon as I'm through the door." She kicked off her shoes and slipped off her jacket. Feeling naughty, she pulled her dress over her head.

He stared at her wide eyed. "Babe! We are almost there. Can't it wait?" The rain made it hard to see so the ride was slower than usual. Sara ignored him and kept going. Slipping off her panties. "Oh god I'm so wet." She winked at him. Taking off her bra, she was fully naked in his car. His hands were white on the steering wheel from clenching. He was fucking rock hard. Once he pulled into the garage she gathered her clothes and jumped out running in the house. With a growl she jumped out of the car to follow her. Stripping his clothes off, he made sure to put them into his laundry room where her clothes were before trying to locate her. He heard the shower run so he went straight towards the bathroom where she was already behind the glass 

He almost ripped the door off his hinges. Grabbing Sara he sat on the shower bench pulling her to him. Their lips were connected to every part of each other's body. She grabbed him and inserted himself in her. He groaned into her shoulder and her head went back. Slowly they moved in sync. It was slow but passionate, just wanting to be closer rather than a race to finish each other off.  Sara was so lost in the moment that she didn't feel Justin's lips near her ear. "You feel so fucking good baby." His voice was raspy and husky as he spoke "Gosh you are so fucking insatiable, I wish you could see how hot you look."

His words were icing on the pleasure cake. She began to press her lips to his shoulder and suck with a bite. She wanted to leave a mark, show everyone that he was hers. He took her to Oregon, he told her private, personal stories, he told her he loved her. He was hers and she was his.

Sara felt her orgasm approaching fast and angled her hips towards his while leaning back. The new position suited Justin for a minute before he wrapped her in a bear hug. With one last long moan He finished while Bouncing her on him trying to get her to reach her high. It didn't take long as she came apart on top and collapsed on him. Itt took a few minutes but afterwards they showered and got out. Justin laid on the bed. Sara smirked and didn't clothed herself, instead she grabbed the bottle of lotion. Dumping a good sized amount on her hand, she began to spread and rub in in on his chest and stomach. His eyes on her the entire time and she had light strokes.

She pulled his shorts down to see his half erect cock. Once she rubbed the lotion into his thighs, slightly teasing him so he became fully erect. She tied her hair up and began to deep throat him. She heard him groan. "Oh god Sara."

She loved giving him head. Loved hearing and seeing him fall apart underneath her. This big man became powerless to her. He liked to be in control of things so to see him give that up was so hot to her.

She worked on him like he was a delicious popsicle. Throwing in moans like she was porn Star, hell she would be making them proud if they say her. She gagged on him as he hit the back of her throat. His hands were in her hair as he pulled her off of him.

Out of breath he told her. "Wait babe, I have an idea." She stared at him waiting for him to respond. "We can 69." He was all of the sudden bashful as he thought she was going to object. She was surprised, that was for sure. "Won't I crush you though?" He rolled his eyes. "You will not, but even if you did I'd die a happy man." She blushed. He laid flat on his back before motioning her to assume the position. Facing his feet, she hovered on his face, still hesitant about setting her full weight on him. She heard him say something on other lines of 'give me a break' before pulling her down on him. 

"OHHH!" He licked her from her front all the way to her puckered whole. "Oh god" She moaned. She was so wrapped in pleasure that she almost forgot that she had a job to do. Leaning toward with a moan she took him back into her mouth and began to bob her head. She was trying so hard to focus but it was difficult when you had someone else going down on you as well. She felt Justin's actions speed up and she knew it was a competition to see who could get each other off first. Sara began to go faster as well as massage his balls with her hand. She swirled her tongue around his head  and he moaned. She could tell he was close and she thought she was going to win.

Until he pulled out a dirty move and used his fingers for penetration "OH!" She stopped moving at all and got lost in those long beautiful fingers. 

Before Sara could hit her high the entire room went black. "What the hell?" 

Justin groaned, the mood killed as he tried to locate his phone in the dark. "Powers out."

"And you don't have a generator?"

He shook his head as he felt Sara get off of him. "These are rare, plus I'm not home, so no." They heard a meow and then Sara spoke. "Come here Nova baby." Her phone flashlight lighting up the room.

The cat jumped up and Sara gathered her in her arms. "Poor baby." She muttered and kissed the top of her head. Justin huffed. "What about me? We were going to finish!" He tried to shoo the Bengal away but the asshole just purred in her arms. "Don't talk to her like that! She's scared."  Before he could come back with a retort his phone rang.

"It's my mom" He picked it up. She couldn't hear Holly's side, but based on what he was saying it sounded like their power was on or they had a generator. After a few more words were spoken he hung up and announced they were going to his parents so they wouldn't be alone in the dark. It was 10pm but if anything they could spend the night. Sara threw some stuff in one of her bags and guided Nova in her carrier. "We are not leaving her all alone in the dark" she replied when he looked at her.  "Also babe, we might want to brush our teeth before going there." They both shared a laugh. Once that was finished they headed over to Mark and Holly's

They walked into everyone at the kitchen table in their bed attire. "We brought things so we can probably crash in my old room." 

Patrick smirked. "Remember kids no hanky panky, this is a respectable household." Sara blushed. "Shut up! You and Carly probably broke that rule many times over this week!" Now it was Carlys turn to become red.

Pat wasn't fazed. "We're saving ourselves for marriage." He smirked. "Unlike you heathens."

Mark had to cut in, not wanting to hear about what his son's do with their partners. "Enough you two! Everyone have a seat at the table. Your mom brought out the baby books." Patrick and Justin both groaned while Carly and Sara squealed with delight at seeing little baby photos. "I have seen these so many times but they never get old" She told Sara.

She was excited. To see baby Justin photos and about his childhood outside of sports was exciting. Topped off with the first 'I love you' was the best thing ever. Holly opened the birth books and went over her pregnancies with each kids, how much they weighed. (They were big boys) and how they grew up. Typical fighting, rivalry, Justin being a sore loser. (Patrick told the laughing group he would purposely lose so he didn't have to deal with a sulking Justin.) 

Holly shed a few tears as she thought of her boys being older. She spoke so fondly of the baby and toddler years. "Did I tell you when Justin went to Los Angeles I sobbed the whole way."  She told Sara. "My mom did the same thing when they dropped me off at UCLA." 

"I was a huge basket case with Mitch. Justin and Patrick were right here."

The group stayed up til 1am talking and laughing about the old times. Mark asked Sara about her family, and she managed to gloss over a few things. She didn't want to dampen the mood with drama. Everyone departed to their rooms. Sara laid on his childhood bed taking everything in. 

He got on the bed. "You know." He whispered and began to kiss her shoulder. "We've need to finish what we started earlier"

"Justin I'm not having sex with you while you're parents are in the same vicinity." He groaned. "Please. I know you hated being interrupted too."

As on cue, Nova jumped on the bed and curled up on Sara's lap. "Ass" He muttered while looking at the cat. The door opened slowly and Dylan peeked his head through before walking up to the bed. "You know you're not allowed on my bed." 

Sara laughed as the dog jumped up. "Ass number 2." He muttered.

Laughing again she pulled him against her and they settled in. Shutting the light off, they laid In silence. He had thought she had fallen asleep. Then she spoke

"I love Oregon, it's so peaceful." He hummed in agreement. "I feel like I can turn myself off, like I can really sleep here." 

Justin smiled. "I'm glad."

"Let's move here. I'll become an art teacher, you can teach biology." Justin laughed. Sometimes he wished. "Hey Sara?"

"Yes?"

"I love you."

He couldn't see her face but he knew she was smiling as well."

"I love you too."

A/N Alrighty guys! This is the last full Oregon Chapter. They are going back to Los Angeles. Will the bubble burst? Will the drama eradicate? Hmmmm

#alexa writes collide #Justin Herbert #sara and justin canon #nfl imagine #nfl #qb lovestory

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Wasted After Midnight

@tomorrows-unknown put a bunch of Young!Samy on my dash, so that’s who I’m going to blame for this random Samy/Reader oneshot.

Inspired by this silly post.

You could hear the loud music downstairs. You knew your cousin, Johnny, was having some of his friends over. Ordinarily, you would join in the fun, but you had an important test at school tomorrow. So, for the last few hours, you’d been cooped up in your bedroom, poring over your textbooks.

Suddenly, your phone dinged, alerting you that you’d received a text.

Heyyy, the message read. It’s Samy. Why don’t you come dobnstsirs and party with us?

You stared at the message for a few minutes, before realizing that dobnstsirs was supposed be downstairs.

I didn’t know Johnny invited him, you thought, chuckling. He must be drunk.

Samy was closer to your own age, than your cousin or his bandmates. So, you’d become friends rather quickly. He was an extroverted person, which made him easy to talk to.

I’ll come see you once I finish reading this chapter, you promised him.

Noooouoo, Samy replied. Come see me now! I’m in the kitchen. I made grilled tofu.

You know what tofu is, right? you texted him, chuckling mischievously.

You scrolled through your recent photos, until you found a meme your friend from school had sent you. It was a diagram of a Moomin, with arrows pointing to different body parts. The arrow pointing to the stomach was labeled ‘tofu’, while the arrow pointing to the feet was labeled ‘halloumi’.

You texted him the picture, giggling as you turned the page of your textbook.

Moments later, you were surprised to hear a knock at your door.

“Open up!” Johnny shouted.

“What’s wrong?” you asked as you opened the door. You’d told him earlier that you were studying, and he shouldn’t bother you unless it was an emergency.

“…What the hell did you say to him?” Johnny sighed.

“…Huh?”

You realized, after a moment, that Samy was standing there, wobbling, leaning against Johnny’s arm for support. His face was streaked with tears.

“Johnnnnmmy,” Samy blubbered. “I’m a bad person. I..I’m trying to be a vegan, but I ate a Moomin!”

“…Do you know what he’s talking about?” Johnny asked, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“It was….it was an accident,” Samy sniffled. “Poor Moomintroll…I didn’….I didn’t know…”

“Um, yeah,” you mumbled, staring at the floor. “My bad…I didn’t mean to make him cry.”

“Just…do something to make him feel better, okay?” Johnny grumbled, pushing Samy through the doorway, into your bedroom. “I gotta drive Taz home. I don’t have time for this.”

Samy stumbled forward as Johnny left the room. Instinctively, you reached out to grab him. You could smell the alcohol on his breath.

“Samy, please don’t cry,” you sighed, feeling guilty as you wiped the tears off his face. “It was just a joke.”

“Iss…Iss not really Moomin meat?” Samy asked, looking at you with wet, unfocused brown eyes.

“No, tofu isn’t meat,” you shook your head. “I’m, um, I’m pretty sure it’s made from soybeans.”

The whole situation was ridiculous, but you didn’t want to laugh in his face, when he was so clearly distressed. You knew he had to be absolutely wasted, to believe Moomins were real (even for a second). Hopefully you’d be able to laugh about it together in the morning.

But, at the moment, Samy was clinging to your body, trying not to fall, and looking uncharacteristically sad.

“…Hey,” you suggested, hoping the redness creeping into your cheeks wasn’t obvious, “why don’t you come sit on my bed, before you trip?”

“O-Okay,” Samy sniffled.

You lead him to the foot of the bed, and let go of his arm. As soon as your supportive hand left his shoulder, his balance failed him, and he toppled into your lap.

“Whoa!” you gasped. “C’mon, sit up!”

You’d daydreamed about having him in your bed…but not quite like this. He was beyond trashed, and this wasn’t the time to make a move.

“S-Sorry,” Samy mumbled as he sat upright again. “I didn’t mean to…”

“It’s okay,” you shook your head.

Johnny’s words came back to you: do something to make him feel better.

“Your new tattoo looks nice,” you smiled, brushing his arm with your fingertips.

“Thank you!” Samy beamed. “I got it last week, for my eighteenth birthday.”

“Happy belated birthday,” you smiled.

“I told Johnny to invite you to my party…,” Samy slurred. “But, he said you were doin’ college stuff.”

“Oh, yeah, I probably was,” you laughed. “Are you planning to go to college, now that you’ve graduated high school?”

“Nuh-uh,” Samy shook his head. “My friends and I - we’re gonna be rockstars.”

“Is that so?” you giggled.

“Yeah!” Samy insisted, grabbing your hand. “We really are. I pinky promise.”

“Okay,” you grinned, allowing him to wrap his pinky finger around your own. “Then I promise I’ll go see you at the Ice Hall, when you sell the place out one day.”

“Hell yeah we will!” Samy grinned. “And, um…”

He trailed off for a moment, looking embarrassed.

“Please don’t tell Arttu or Mirko that you saw me cry,” Samy said softly. “I don’t want them to call me an emo, or a f…”

“So what if you’re an emo?” you interrupted him, glancing up at the Black Parade poster on your bedroom wall. “I happen to like emo boys.”

“No wayyyy,” Samy shook his head emphatically. “I’m not an emo! I’m a tough metalhead.”

“Right,” you grinned slyly. “So tough that you cried because I convinced you that you ate a cartoon character?”

“I, um,” Samy mumbled, playing with a long, dark strand of his hair, “I promise I’m not this dumb when I’m sober.”

“I hope you’re sober next time you come over, then,” you blushed, as you tucked the hair behind his ear. “Because there’s something I’d really like to give you right now - but it’s wrong to give it to a drunk person.”

Samy’s face heated up, when he realized how close your lips were to his own.

“Y-You could give it to me now,” he stammered.

“Nope,” you insisted. “Sorry. I don’t kiss wasted people- or Moomin killers”.

#this is so fucking dumb. I don’t even want to put it in the main tag.

[bleachbleachbleach]

For the fanfic ask game! (14) If you could see one of your fics adapted into a visual medium, such as comic or film, which fan fic would you pick? (and also which medium) (17) What’s something you’ve learned about while doing research for a fic? (30) Ask anything! Who is your current favorite character to write?

Fic Writing Meme

(14) If you could see one of your fics adapted into a visual medium, such as comic or film, which fan fic would you pick? (and also which medium)

I have strongly considered making a graphics package for REVERSE THE BONE that’s just like, all the material culture ephemera Hinamori collected over the course of the Train Job—Kira’s map, packaging and flyers from Iwatobi, a tourism map of East Rukongai complete with stamp rally, the Takenoyu business card… I love that kind of in-universe graphic design, and I’d already made the train tickets. Buuuut if I made more graphics, it would take that time away from writing.

Other than that, I always think of D O N K I in visual terms, because Hitsugaya spends so much of that fic being overstimulated by Worm TVs and weird cups and fast trains and, of course, Don Quijote itself. It’s a fairly melancholy fic, but the visuals that attend it all are so absurd I feel like it would be cool to see in a visual medium that could really play with that contrast. Maybe one of those books where you can pull new elements into the scene via pull tab, or open little doors, or initiate fancy pop-ups! THERE’S A DONKI AT THE END OF THIS BOOK:

(Kyoto May 2023) "That's just the aesthetic of any dollar store" YEAH but you can buy perishable prepared foods inside this one somewhere! (By the socks.)

(17) What’s something you’ve learned about while doing research for a fic?

I wrote a post-TYBW fic that involved spending a lot of time burying bodies in mass graves, because the only divisions that got mentioned as cremating their dead were the 11th and the 4th. The body burying happened for the ~vibes and because it didn’t occur to me to think about it, and it wasn’t until after writing it that I had the thought that like, oh hm, why wouldn’t everyone be cremated? Because in my mind Japan is a country of cremation. So I assumed for years that the whole fic was based on a flawed premise, and oh well, it’s Soul Society so it does whatever I want it to, I’ll live with that.

But then when writing the Train Fic, I looked up how bodies might be transported, and what kinds of receptacles were used. And I was like, well, it’s really not going to be the same visual if it’s just a bunch of boxes of ashes, lol. But in my reading, I learned that the dominance of cremation in Japan is super recent! Like mid-20th century recent! And my perception otherwise is a very Buddhist bias! After that, I ended up starting research in the Yayoi period and working my way forward, because I figured I’d get the full historical picture and then decide how I wanted to imagine Soul Society’s version of that swathe of history, since I figured 1) lifespan difference might result in some pre-Edo holdovers when it comes to the basics, and 2) Soul Society wasn’t going to have the same socio-historical pressures driving change, so in those instances where they were choosing to model things they did after the Living World, they probably also just cherry-picked whatever they vibed with lol.

Anyhow, this was a cool, short, pretty cute video about ancient burial practices and burial jars!

(30) Ask anything! Who is your current favorite character to write?

HAHA realistically, whoever’s feeling collaborative and is willing to be nice to me. 🥺 But in the extremely *likely* scenario where someone puts a gun to my head and says "you have to write a Bleach fic right now, while we watch, or we shoot you!" I’d probably choose to do it with Matsumoto.

Because she’s patronized one Junrinan confectionary at least one time, and was excited about Orihime’s cooking, and loves shopping and celebrations of all kinds, and learned traditional dance despite obviously not growing up in The Scene, my mind has kind of spun Matsumoto into someone who sees a lot of value in experiencing and learning about different cultures (which in her context primarily means Rukongai districts), and it’s fun to write her interfacing with all these things. She doesn’t seem to have strong ties to the district she came from, necessarily, but I feel like she has strong values around recognizing Rukongai at large as a real place with infinite cultural particularities—particularities she wants to honor and know about—not just a blank slate waypoint.

Closer to canon, she has so many interesting relationships with people all across the board, you can kind of bring her into any situation and she’ll probably have some kind of generative connection to it. I also love that even though she’s open to conversations that might be really difficult OR down to clown, she also has a private core that she doesn’t share, and it can be really fun to play with that dialogism when narrating from her POV. She’s just a really good time all around!

#thank you for playing!! <333 #no brain just bleach #asks

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I’m the anon that asked about Pecco and the factory vs satellite bikes, I just finished my hospital shift and I’m literally sat in my car right now cuz I’ve been waiting to read your answer since I got the notification on my phone that you posted, and I just want to say that I will never get why some fans love putting riders or drivers on a pedestal and say that they never do any wrong, they ARE in fact human even if some feel like they aren’t -Marc I’m looking at you- but yeah they are human and make mistakes and they should apologise and never repeat it, but what pissed me the most about Pecco is him driving while drunk cuz as a trauma surgeon I will never forgive anyone who knows that they are drunk and make the choice to drive, and then his comment about periods; kindly shut the fuck up Pecco, I love you and support you as a rider but that made me lose some respect I have for him as a person, women don’t whine when they have their periods: I just finished being on call for 24 hours while I’m on my first day and wanted to die when I was doing a surgery and my back and stomach were killing me but I never complained, so for him as a man who never experienced period pain to come and say that he was in so much pain that he complained like a woman on period.

and I just realised that this is a long ask but thank you so much for being a safe space and hold the riders accountable when they do mistakes cuz they are human and we all make mistakes no matter how we try and not make any mistake it’s how we learn to grow as human; so yeah if my favourite driver or rider said or did something bad I will talk about it and hold him accountable and not forget about it like some fans do

Hi again anon 👋👋👋👋. I hope you had a good shift in the hospital and not too many Emergency surgeries.

People really have notifications for when I post? Really? I mean I'm just a regular girl in my corner making silly post and ranting. It seriously flatters me.

I think the difference is being a fan or a hooligan. A fan or a true fan understands that behind the PR there's a human and they either understand or ignore it. A hooligan will actually defend them because they have put them in a pedestal. I don't understand why people just refuses to believe they little guy is capable of bad things, but as we have been saying all day long, they are human and they make mistake. I hope he learned from them, which is the important. And apology, which not everyone did.

My guess is because it was summer break and Ibiza. I find it incredible is that Spanish police let him off the hook because of who he was. If I did that (I'm Spaniard, or for the matter anyone), we lost points in or driving license and have to pay fines, jail time even depending on the implications. We have to thank he didn't get injured, and that he crashed in a roundabout, because he could have crashed into a house, or a cliff, or worst killed someone.

About the period comment, I'm just going to say there a general misbelieve that women are the weak sex, and I love to see men try the period cramp simulations. At level 1 some of them are already crying. I do know that pain tolerance is something that varies from person to person, but generally speaking, women have a higher pain tolerance than men. I'm a women, and lucky I've never suffer on my period, but I head is like 10x a quick in the balls, and we all know how much guys complain and need to recover from that. So next time, try to use that.

This just reminded me of the meme with football players with a male on the floor crying and asking to be changed and a stretcher BECAUSE ANOTHER PLAYER STEPPED ON HIM , while a female is asking the coach to not change them when she is actively bleeding. Which just illustrates that maybe are guys the weak ones.

Hey don't worry, unless you are being on purpose an ass of coming with hate, this will always be a safe space. It will always be a space open to discussion (with respect) when we don't share opinions because I love to learn other people's point of view or different opinions or informations.

#Ask #Anon's tag #Surgeon anon's tag(?) #MotoGP #Anti-Bagnaia #<- for blacklisting #Sport #Gender

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ok, so last week you guys helped me focus on my soulmate!AU fic - and i finished writing it and posted it! if you're interested in X reader fics, you can read it here. following my own rules, i headed to the second most voted, my jargyle summer challenge fic, and i was able to write over 3k words! thank you all so much for that!! (insert *it's not much but it's honest work* meme here lmao)

i was going to do another round this week, but i'll have my two long distance best friends coming over on wednesday, so i'll just enjoy their company for the week they'll be here - i'll still be around shitposting on tumblr, including to post going home updates, but my writing will be a little scarse

also thank you so much to everyone who tagged me in their WIPs posts and games, you can continue to tag me so I can still see your posts and engage with your writings!!

i'll come back in two weeks with another round of this! i really liked doing it. once again, thank you so much for joining and, as a treat, here's a snippet of the jargyle fic under the cut ♡

If someone asked him, Argyle is not sure he’d be able to retell the whole thing.

And, sure, maybe you can blame the weed a little bit. He might have partaken in it a few times here or there during the whole thing. It was right there at the van! How could he say no? Not at any of the big moments, though, of course not. He’s a stoner, not an idiot. He only smoked twice on the road when Jonathan was the one driving, that hotbox he did with Eden, beautiful goth goddess of his dreams, and once to bake the pizza during the whole freezer piggyback thing. When they got to Hawkins, he only collected mushrooms, didn’t do them. He didn’t even have the time.

It wasn’t any substance that made the next few weeks go by hazily.

It was just too much.

Chaos was installed when they arrived in Hawkins. Earthquakes had ripped open wounds into the soil of the small town — living, squeamish, bleeding wounds. Argyle learned later they were portals to the dimension under their own, where all the problems surrounding his friend’s family came from in the first place.

People were missing and hurt, some even died with the way the gates tore through houses and buildings, and the mood around Hawkins as they drove through it was rightfully sour.

Jonathan drove to his girlfriend’s house, some other people already there and it was a beautiful reunion, it really was, but Argyle felt out of place. They parted ways after, and the ones that had been there already headed to the High School to drop some donations — except for Nancy, who went inside the van and into the passenger seat as if she owned it.

It had been Argyle’s.

But it was okay, he stayed in the back with the kiddos.

They went to the hospital, one of them — the one Supergirl had mentally piggybacked on — was hurt and in a coma. Argyle waited in the van as the rest of them went in to see her — he didn’t know her, didn’t want to invade their space. It was okay, he was good at waiting.

After the visit they headed to an old cabin in the woods, abandoned, destroyed, pieces of its ceiling missing. Jonathan said Supergirl used to live there with her dad, the dead cop, and while they all reconnected and cleaned up the place, Argyle found those mushrooms that he didn’t use.

Didn’t even have the time to, because suddenly it was snowing ashes and he found his friends and his friend’s family — including his mom and a tall, skinny, bald guy, where did they come from? — looking over the city from the hill and the open field, and the flowers were dead and there was smoke coming from the place where all the portals met downtown.

Too much happening at the same time, and suddenly Jonathan was grabbing Argyle’s wrist and pulling him back to the van, “let’s go get the others, oh and by the way the tall, skinny, bald guy is the dead cop, oh and by the way my mom went to the Soviet Union to rescue him, oh and by the way the world is ending.”

#lui rambles #lui writes

[dazz-linglight]

OMG ANOTHER ONLY B?!?!

Hey, HI 👋 I'm Rain. She/they. Nice to meet you.

I am appalled by the lack of content for Just B. Can you write something, literally anything with Geonu please!?!? He is my top bias of all time and my brain runs wild for him.

(Hii Rain, and yes! I plan to post a lot for Just B this year <3 love them)

(decided to do college lovers for him, hope you enjoy <3)

(happy birthday for him!!!)

Keep Driving

Starting your first week in college surely made you nervous, but everything felt easier when you met him. Lee Geonu. Sharing most of your classes with him during the week you noticed that he isn't the stereotypical popular guy like some others. He is sweet, so intelligent and bright, smiles a lot and seems very loyal and careful to his friends. You don't have the courage to approach him to talk but the two of you exchange a few glances through the day.

In the next week you find out he's working part time at the cafeteria in front of the university and you make it a habit of going there after classes to get coffee. You're aware that you are developing a crush on him but you guess but there's never really a thought that you have a chance to actually go out with him since he's a young and handsome guy and probably could have eyes on someone else already.

You get the opportunity to talk to him when the professor announces the first group activity for a class. Surprisigly, Geonu was the one to come over to you to ask if you wanted to be a part of his group for the activity and you accepted it, receiving a bright smile of his. "Oh god, I'm fucked over this guy." You think while smiling back, trying not make it obvious how much you freaking out inside. You move to sit with him and other colleagues to plan the activity and everyone agrees to have Geonu as the leader since he showed bigger interest.

The week go by, the acitivty is done and you developed some kind of proximity with Geonu, he started sitting next to you for all the classes you had together and weeks turn into months and you slowly notice that he always laughs at your jokes, looks at you like you're the most interesting person in the room and smiles when he sees you walk in the cafeteria he works in and how he's always sharing silly memes with you.

You're not sure what's going on, until you do. That feeling happens in a flash: You're in love with him. And there's a small impression that he's in love with you too. All your friends already noticed how you two interact differently, the longing stares, the subtle touches. Everybody silently waiting for the day you would appear holding hands.

He caught you off-guard one day when he had to leave early from class and patted your head leaning in to your ear and said:

"Bye darling, when you're going home text me, okay? I need to know if you're safe." You just nodded and said a quick bye, not trusting yourself to say more because your stomach was full of butterflies and right before he left he gave you a kiss on the forehead, not staying to see your jaw drop to the floor.  After the shock passed you finally decided you had to confess. The semester was close to ending and you didn't want to hide your feelings and risk losing him anymore, so you did as he asked and sent a message later.

You: I'm going home now. Are you free after work?

Him: yeah, wanna go out?

You: yes.

Him: oki. Pick u up at 6.

You read his last message and feel your heart beaating faster. The hours pass and you get ready until he arrives on his car, sending you a message to come out. When you do, he opens the passenger door for you to get in and show that smile the makes you weak again as you sit and close the door.

"Hello, beautiful lady" He sweet talked and you could barely move, speak, breath for a moment, feeling the tension of being so close to him in a small space. He felt it too as he started the car and left the neighboorhood you live in.

"There's something I want to tell you, Geonu." You talk in a low tone as if the windows would break if you were louder, breathing in slowly and looking over to his side profile.

"Me too, _____." He locks eyes with you shortly before getting his attention back on the street ahead. His voice stays calm, you instantly feel a gentle breeze of air sending shivers all over your body. "I don't want to be your friend anymore." Your breath hitches as you take him his words.

"Don't get me wrong, it's just.. I want to be more than a friend to you." He stops by the red light and turns to look fully at you. He tucks a stand of hair behind your ear and brings your forehead to his softly. "There's not a day I don't think about you since we met."

"Thank you.. I was afraid I was the only one to feel like that.." He felt your trembling hand meet his, intertwining fingers on his lap since he had to go back to driving.

That night he took you for dinner, you both talked about your feelings and everything you felt towards each other, filling the table with sweet nothings and officially marking the first day of your new relantionship status. The next day in college you were glued to each other, Geonu making sure to announce to your friends that you were dating.

"FINALLY!" You heard the chant and all of them shwed happiness with the news.

#linawritings #justb imagines #just b scenarios #just b x reader #justb fluff #lee geonu #just b geonu #geonu imagines #geonu x reader #kpop imagines #kpop reactions #kpop masterlist #fluff prompts

[trashquisitor-shirozora]

for the deep fic writer asks: 2, 10, 16 & 19

2. what’s a fic that took you to an emotional/dark/hard place?

Oh god. I'm gonna have to go back quite a few years but I wrote two fics that I have a hard time revisiting. I really need to edit one, though, because I made a creative decision that didn't work.

A Deafening Distance is a Supernatural fic where Dean said yes to Michael, and Sam and Cas are left to pick up the pieces. There is a mini cast of OCs and I thought it would be funny to name the OCs after the actors but some people found it disorienting. I keep meaning to change that but I haven't been able to visit this fic and I posted it in 2010.

Wishing Well was a Cap Kink Meme fill back when kink memes were a huge thing on LJ. It's a CATFA fic and the prompt was "kissing lessons" and it's from Howard Stark's POV and I kept the ending the same as the movie so it was... it's really sad? But it's a good kind of sad, if that makes sense.

P.S. The ficmix I made for this fic still wrecks me.

10. how has writing positively impacted your mental health or overall mood?

All I can say is, if I can't write I'll go fucking mad. My brain is always on its bullshit. I maybe spent late elementary through early middle school obsessing over 1 ginormous crossover fic that I wrote in my head; it had its own soundtrack and score and the character voices I swear were on point and it was all I could think about. I still remember it all these years later because I never wrote it down. It seared itself in my head. Being able to write is like venting a pressure cooker and keeps me sane and focused.

16. Do you re-read old fics? Is there a time in your writing you won’t go back to?

I will not touch anything I wrote and posted to FFN. I refuse. But I'll re-read old fics I posted to AO3. I spent hours tracking down all my old Transformers fics in my old external HDDs to read and feel sad over the stories I wanted to tell but couldn't. I'll revisit the massive Tronfic that imo changed my life forever and is still my personal standard that I am always reaching for with my newer fics. I'll also click the back button on some of my fics because those stories just don't cut it for me anymore. It's nice to look back on your older work to see what held up, what didn't, what trends you kept, and how much you changed since you posted those fics.

19. If you could write an ideal fic, what would it include?

My ideal fic would have a deliciously slow burn romance against a plotty backdrop steeped in political conflicts and sociopolitical change/revolution. I think that's one of the reasons why I'm still going so hard and heavy for dinluke; I get so insane just thinking about the parallels between Din and Luke and their respective cultures/heritages, the play on "enemies to lovers" but on a generational scale where Din heard stories, where Mandalorian armor and weapons are designed to fight the Jedi, and Luke? Knows not enough because he has nothing but the teachings of two Jedi ghosts, whatever he can scavenge and salvage of the Jedi Order, stories from people who still remember the Jedi. Din is of an endangered people and Luke is of a nearly extinct people, and while Din tripped and fell into being the wielder of the Darksaber, Luke chose to try to reclaim and rebuild the Order. And they only crossed paths because Din sacrificed his covert for a Jedi youngling and went through hell to reunite Grogu with his kind. It's insane. They're insane. They drive me insane.

I am also so endlessly fascinated by this post-war galaxy, the rippling consequences of the Empire's downfall, the generational conflict between people who grew up while the Empire was in power vs. people who remembered the last years of the Galactic Republic, the struggles of a New Republic building on the ashes of the Empire and memories of the Galatic Republic, all the cartels and crime syndicates/organizations rushing in to get theirs, the displaced peoples either trying to come home or make a place for themselves in a turbulent galaxy, etc, etc, etc.

Uh. Yeah. I'm that kind of fic writer/fandom person.

Fuck that was a really long answer, oops.

Play ask games, win ask prizes.

#shirozora awkwardly responds to asks #can i tag this dinluke #i'm gonna tag this #dinluke #because I will ramble forever and a half about why this ship just clicks for me #especially against this post-war backdrop like #i go fucking feral just thinking about it #which is why I'm writing a fucking trilogy working out my feels about all of this #keep it small by watching the galaxy from din's headspace but allow a glimpse into the greater galaxy's struggles #i fucking love this shit #this is why i fucking love Andor. that show just fucking does it for me #the way the first two seasons of The Mandalorian did it for me #sorry to TBOBF and Kenobi #Kenobi was fine but didn't do enough #meanwhile I have so much beef with TBOBF it almost rivals my fucking seething hatred for TLJ #ANYWAY #the other fics i mentioned exist on AO3 though I really need to sit down and edit that SPN fic #it really deserves a second pass

[faroreswinds]

Azure Gleam - Chapter 5

Since I am literally going on a trip today, I am going to start doing chapter by chapter updates for now. Else updates will take a while. So I’ll post chapter 5 notes and answer some anons before I start my long drive....

Still working on the last part of my Golden Wildfire final review.

Has access to Gatekeeper’s paralogue

Sees level recommended

Lv130

Story

Lonato is very beloved by his people so they joined his cause by volunteering. However… they have no formal training. They will likely die

Cyril is here and… now he’s gone. Rhea is in a different city. :/ That sucks. At least Seteth and Flayn are here. And apparently, most of those in the other city are elderly. 

Felix doesn’t really have a preference of a response to his words, but…. he’s still being a jerk. :/

Despite being busy, Dimitri still trains every day with his men

Duscur people are fighting with us, that’s cool 

Mercedes points out 

Petra likes it when you say the Empire will be there alongside Lonato (but it could just be she likes your honesty). 

Someone killed an assassin who was going to kill Dimitri and hung his head out for all to see (… Dedue? Maybe? …. Not sure).

Count Rowe, the little weathervine

Dorothea appears in a side map

Similar map that we saw in SB, but kinda the other side this time. 

So... why IS Dorothea here? 

Miklan comes now?! Huh.... There wasn’t much build up for that. 

“I’d never betray my duty to the Kingdom” Yeah, about that Ashe....

And Lonato is ded.

Not the most exciting chapter

Ah, so Dimitri hired Miklan. Even Felix is like wtf. Miklan’s father even trained him after they captured him, lol. 

Dimitri has a point. They can’t rely on Relics forever or on them alone. 

Lol, Miklan does NOT have a choice. And at least Sylvain got a say. 

Yes, Dimitri’s reasoning isn’t undone, but Ingrid’s right that he still did the things he did, even if his life could have been different had he been born with a crest

Similar lesson here for Dimitri that Claude sort of had - “talk to your allies”. But not quite the same. “Let us in your scheme!” versus “don’t shoulder burdens on your own” are not equal

Byleth also was an enemy here, but it didn’t feel as impactful as the other routes yet. Or at least, not to me. 

God DAMN it we lost Count Rowe again. 

Hmm... Slithers? 

Yup, Slithers. 

Supports

Felix and Ingrid C- Felix carries around his bother’s spur. And he gives it to Ingrid? That’s sweet. And Glenn told Ingrid first about becoming a knight? Glenn…. He must have really looked forward to being her husband one day. 

Felix and Rodrigue C - Interesting that Felix can’t force the lords under the his territory to do things. And wow, the music changed at a drop of a hat. Wow, Felix… calm the fuck down. Rodrigue LITERALLY did nothing wrong, he just said he raised two capable sons and you went off the handle. 

Dedue and Petra C - It’s nice to see these two talk. Dimitri and Dedue taught each other their languages…. *cries a little* And Dimitri doesn’t want Petra to be neglected. Petra taught herself the language, and was made fun of by other nobles. Dedue as well, but Dimitri protected him from that and corrected him as he learned. *cries more*

Dedue and Shez C - Shez isn’t exactly a “newcomer” but ok. Dedue doesn’t really trust Shez, but he’s still nicer about it than Hubert was, anyways.

Felix and Sylvain C - I do like this support. Telling it as it is. Scolding each other and shit. I really am enjoying this more mature Sylvain. Confirms that Dimitri is reforming the social structure, and that they both need to support Dimitri. 

Felix and Mercedes C - Yes, Felix. Why do you have a cat. Felix’s face was the best too. The devs watched the memes for sure for this one. also, if the Bartels killed that cat.... I riot. Felix, fuck, this was a cute one for you. The cat won’t stop following him!

Lots of cats supports in this came in general. 

What do the devs have against dogs?

Flayn and Ashe C - Two cinnamon rolls talk. And fish. 

Flayn, seeing the fish - *drools* 

Books (as a reminder, these are not copied from the game word for word)

Old Letter Addressed to the Bishop

Written by Hans von Nilsson

... Not just my wife Claudia, who called the meeting, but all the women of House Daphnel seem to possess the same capable bravery and strong disposition to be renowned as “her”. You too are no exception.

Who could have imagined the Eastern Knights dissolving when Leicester is still so far from peace? Many lords understand your thinking and went along with the decision. However, you cannot ignore the series concerns others may have

Let our knights of our household be the Eastern Church’s shield, in place of the dissolved Eastern Knights, since you problem to abandon the sword but also abandon your shield as well.

If you accept, I believe you will avoid awkward inquisition from the archbishop, who has taken issue with your way of thinking. Also my wife, who considers you a sister, has been very concerned about you. Please consider my offer. 

Traveler’s Journal I

Author is unknown, but they experienced the placed first hand. 

Almyra

Great kingdom east of Foldan. Borders Leicester Alliance. The mountain range known as Foldan’s Throat acts as a dividing line. 

The people have a strong legacy of horsemanship and relish the thrill of battle.

Rish in fertile prairies, desert, and mountain ranges.

Albinea

Continent northwest of Foldan. Has a frigid climate that is home to numerous rare and valuable species of flora and fauna. 

Human population is very small due to intense cold and frozen earth, which is unsuitable to growing crops. 

Morfis

Name of the metropolis of magic to the southeast of Foldan, as well as the boundless desert that surrounds it. In the distant past, it was called the City of Illusion. 

Rumors of its profound and mysterious magic spread thanks to trading routes. 

Dagda

Continent so the southwest of Foldan. It’s relatively unknown due to its extreme distance from Foldan. Some think it’s a tropical rain forest, others think it’s a giant, frozen plateau. 

In truth, it’s so large it supports a large variety of terrain and climates. 

#Three Hopes #my-playthrough #Azure Gleam

[unforth]

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363 posts created (26%)

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Longest Tag: 132 characters

#dear tumblr thank you for treating me like a fucking adult and letting me call bullshit and swear like the new york city native i am

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

My five year old just said "don't they know lava is good? It makes new islands" while watching Moana and with a single sentence completely changed how I see a movie I've watched about a billion times.

450 notes - Posted February 10, 2022

#4

Every time I see a "Wei Wuxian isn't morally gray!" post I kinda want to interpret it as "He's morally black!" Because the alternative is to believe that so fucking many of you read "Wei Wuxian forced Wen Chao to self-cannibalize his legs" and went "this is a morally white action because I like Wei Wuxian and I don't like Wen Chao and also Wen Chao was mean first" and like literally drive me to despair that I share a fandom with so many people who think that's completely okay because Wen Chao was a bad guy so any level of harm to him is justifiable.

589 notes - Posted June 18, 2022

#3

Heyo Danmei Fans and Twitter Refugees!

Do you love danmei? Do you love fanart?

WELL HAVE I GOT THE SIDEBLOGS FOR YOU!

Hi, I'm unforth, and I also love danmei and fanart, and I wanted to just make a huge gorgeous pile of art and roll around in it so I've made and run for years eight, yes eight, side blogs of danmei art, all with the kind of organization and searchability that twitter can only dream of.

So, if you want to flood your dash with fanart (or if you're an artist and want a little assist getting more eyes on your work now that you're posting here - you can DM me or @/me), why not consider giving a follow to...

Mo Dao Zu Shi/Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation/The Untamed: @mdzsartreblogs

Tian Guan Ci Fu/Heaven Official's Blessing/Eternal Faith: @tgcfartreblogs

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Erha he Ta de Bai Mao Shizun/The Husky and His White Cat Shizun/Hao Yi Xing and Yuwu/Stains of Filth: @erhaartreblogs

Daomu Biji/The Graverobber's Chronicles/The Lost Tomb/Too Many Other Names to List: @dmbjartreblogs

Zhenhun/Guardian: @zhenhunartreblogs

Tian Ya Ke/Faraway Wanderers/Word of Honor and Qiye/Lord Seventh: @tykartreblogs

Literally Everything Else I Can Find (especially works by Meng Xi Shi, works by Priest, manhua on Bilibili, books by Fei Tian Ye Xiang, books by Please Don't Laugh (so yes, baihe too!), and so much more): @cnovelartreblogs

All blogs run on a queue; I post at a "the queue will last for 7 days" rate that changes more-or-less every day and varies from 30 to 40 posts a day (mdzsartreblogs) down to 1 to 2 posts a day (zhenhunreblogs) and everything in between.

Note that these spaces are all ship and let ship, don't like don't interact, and pro-kink. (I won't reblog everything, but I do reblog almost everything, and even if I'm personally too uncomfortable with something to reblog it - I SUPPORT YOU.) I tag extensively - you can check the pinned post on each blog for currently used trigger warnings (they're consistent across all the blogs) and many of the other tags I use for characters, ships, etc., and I strongly encourage you to use the tags to find That Rare Thing You Love, and also to blacklist anything that's not your thing. Antis kindly fuck off challenge.

Welcome to Tumblr (or welcome back, as the case may be), don't be a stranger, like and reblog works to support artists, and have fun!

(help signal boosting much appreciated. <3 )

668 notes - Posted November 7, 2022

#2

Saw a pic that reminded me of my favorite head-canon-i-forget-isnt-canon for TGCF.

Hua Cheng chose the San Lang form because that's how he wishes he looked when he first met Xie Lian. Like, Xie Lian is 17, a prince, an amazing martial artist, dressed in the finest robes in the kingdom of Xianle which specifically esteems luxe stuff. And fucking Hua Cheng has to meet him as a ratty little bandaged boy who just fell off a building. Way to fuck up the meet cute huh?

So when he gets a second third fourth look ive lost count okay chance to meet his idol he's had 800 years to imagine how he wishes it could have gone. And he ends up having two competing fantasies:

Fantasy 1: the suave mysterious stranger who sweeps Xie Lian off his feet and leaves him wanting more.

Fantasy 2: the sweet good-looking boy next door, about the same age, knowledgeable enough to impress this prince who's strengths are physical and social.

And Hua Cheng, being the extra ghost king he is, decides - ¿porque no los dos? - and enacts BOTH those fantasies.

(Something something not all eggs in one basket?)

And that's why San Lang Looks Like That.

905 notes - Posted August 14, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Sometimes I think this is the darkest timeline and then I see the New York Times literally sharing Goncharov fanart

(art is credited to Elena Asofsky, no idea what their Tumblr name is, sorry. Article is here.)

...and I realize that the timeline can always get darker. (but it will never be as dark as the end of Goncharov, wtf was up with that?)

3,224 notes - Posted November 23, 2022

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