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darlingbabyboo · 9 months

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The Fluffy Life of Dating a Delinquent

Tokyo revengers boys and the little things they do (that I want because I'm lonely lol)

Warning: extreme fluff, just Tokrev characters being in love with you

Mikey is the type to buy snacks for you, no matter what. It doesn't matter what time of day it is, he's got some food for you too. He's calling you at 3am in the morning and telling you that he got you some chips, can he come over. He thinks sharing food is the best way to share love and well, he's right ❤

Izana will know everything about you. Your favourite colour, your favourite places to go, what you like to watch. Honey, he got you. You're his assignment and he's passing with an A+. He's the best person when you're sad because he knows exactly what to do. He can cheer you up in five minutes, tops.

Draken is so protective of you 😭. He knows he's well-liked and he's got an entire brothel, might as well take advantage of it. He wants to take care of you, and he knows you need boundaries and space sometimes but he lives a bit of a dangerous life, he needs to make sure you're taken care of. If someone actually got a scratch on your head he's killing them. No questions asked.

Hakkai didn't come from the best family. After the death of his mother, everything kinda fell apart. That's why he wants to start new traditions with you. Getting take out every Friday, matching accessories, whatever it is. He considers you family and he can't wait until you two pass down these traditions to your children.

Baji names cats after things related to you! Your favourite things to eat, do, whatever! Anything that's remotely related to you, that's the new name of the cat! Has given cats pet names that he usually uses for you, sometimes it's a bit confusing, but it's more so endearing.

You can say all you want about Kisaki but no one can say that this man isn't your biggest fan. You're the only one in his eyes but you're also the best. You got no competition but you're also destroying your competition with the twitch of your finger. Ain't it nice, to be someone's one and only 😆

Ran's ideal date is a sleep date. You two watching a movie on the computer, cuddled together under the blankets. He lasts half the movie but it's worth it because he has his hands on your waist and chin on your shoulder. He says he's not a cuddler but his grip on you is like iron, he will not let you move.

Mitsuya will fit you into his schedule no matter what. He's got two younger siblings and a Hakkai to take care of but he always has time for his baby. Yeah, he has three late assignments, five new outfits to make and grocery shopping to take care of, but please tell him about your day. Will take a break from what he's doing for his beautiful baby.

Might not look like it, but Benkei has the best hugs. You guys see him latting Shinichiro's head, now imagine those big strong hands wrapping around you. He's so warm and comforting, his hugs are meant for a higher power. Even if he's strong, he's incredibly careful around you. Big strong men being delicate for you despite their strength 🤤

Rindou makes mixtapes for you. You're always on his mind and when you're on his mind, he just makes a playlist for you. You and him probably share a Spotify account at this point with the amount of playlists dedicated to you. And they all have the same sappy titles 'to the Love of my Life'.

You ever see someone looking at their partner in the picture instead of at the camera. Yeah, that's Shinichiro. He knows that he was lucky to get you, and he's in awe that you still choose to be by his side. Now, the only time he smiling is because he's looking at yours 😁

Cooking together, the best and tastiest love language around. Fits that best boy, Angry has it! Will make your faves, and he HAS to learn food from your culture. He likes going on picnic dates because he can show off his skills to you, and he loves hearing your enjoyment (and you're the real winner with how delicious everything is). You two cook together. Though if you're one of those who are a mess in the kitchen, Angry's just happy to see you enjoy things he made. Pls praise him though, he won't say it but be revels in your praise. Your words are everything to him ❤.

Takemichi is loyal to the end. Don't worry about this boy lacking, he's here for you. He could be in a room of models but the only one he's got his eyes on is you. You're #1 to him 🥰

If you hate someone Chifuyu hates them even more. You say something bad about someone once, he despises them forever and wants to sell their soul to Satan. He will not forgive and he will not forget. He loves you and he will never get other people who don't feel the same.

Wakasa would quit smoking for you. The minute you cough around him, he's throwing his cigar away and replacing them with lollipops. No matter how much he might miss them, your lungs are more important 😙

Those things that you're obsessed with that no one else really cares about? Kakucho will erase those worries, easy. He doesn't mind your ramblings, encourages them. Will keep it all in his mind and remember them so he can participate deeper with things. Your interests are his interests hun!

Kazutora loves spontaneous dates so much. And he makes sure that you two go on them often. Wants to make sure that your relationship never weakens so he loves being around you, and the best way to be around you is doing your favourite things! He will sneak you out if need be so you two can have a picnic in the moonlight.

You need some support, good thing Sanzu offers it unconditionally. Going from things like you needing help on wash day to you needing to cover up a body, your bae's got your back. He might not enjoy doing everything, he's just a tad bratty, but no matter how loud he's complaining throughout, he still gonna do it!

Smiley will defend your honour! He hears some bitch talking about you, he won't let that slide. Blood will be spilled. Someone got something fun to say about your heavenly skin, he gonna kill someone. He's like Draken if Draken was an unhinged gremlin. He will beat someone up and then look at you with a smile on his face like, are you okay precious?

All your dreams of drowning in a strong man's clothes (that's a fantasy we all have, right?) are fulfilled with Mucho. He's so much taller than you (and if not, he's got muscles for days) so whenever you steal some of his clothes, you swim in them. It's a beautiful, comforting, amazing feeling.

Atsushi is the kind to learn how to braid just for you! He knows that going to a barber is expensive so he's got your back. He's doing goddess braids for you, cornrows, whatever you desire. And if you're not a braid person, well good thing he can learn how to!

Shion's pet names are ridiculous! Will call you baby cakes all the time and then start calling you pumpkin the next day. Is he doing this because he's stupid yes but he also likes to see your little smile. All he wants is your goofy little smile 😘

Takeomi is a planner, always, and you're always going to be part of his plans. When he's talking about the future, you're going to be part of it. It's so sweet how casual he is about it, you two will just be laying down in his bed holding hands and he'll be mentioning how good you'd look with a ring on your finger.

Hanma is secretly a romantic. He's an adrenaline junkie in the end though, so he spins things to an insane degree. Sneaking up a ferris wheel and kissing you under the moonlight, telling you to skip school so you guys can watch the sunrise and sunset, skinny dipping at the beach! If it's a bit too much, he gotchu. He's fine with both of you just hanging out on your bed or chilling in the bath. He's not your typical love interest, but he's surprisingly understanding and sweet 😍

Can y'all tell how deprived I am 😭. Also, not proof read because I'm lazy!

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gavinosbornedrors · 13 days

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Tuesday Update!

Another Monster Hunter 3D fan thing!

Low-poly handpainted Giant Jawblade as per its Monster Hunter World incarnation. This took me a bit less than half the time as the Iron Hammer, so that's pretty cool. This very much got to run because that hammer learned to walk - and with great difficulty. So yeah I guess I did kinda learn the lesson of being speedy.

I was a lot more thoughtfull about reworking the initial model with later steps of the 3D pipeline in mind. So that's cool.

Left the texturing the bone for last, which I'm happy that I did because it was real, real enjoyable to do. Also realized while puting together a post for The Rookies that I hadn't put any wear and tear on the blade - even with how banged up the metal parts are. So I spent a bit of time adding them scratches, but only for the bottom render.

One last weapon to do, and it will be real, totally extra fast this time!

Hopefully this counts as happening today and not May 1st.

#Monster Hunter #Monhan #3D #3D art #My Art #Gaint Jawblade #video games #fan art #when I first threw down the color blocking for the bone #I got really excited for some reason #maybe its because I'd spent the previous several weeks starting at a screen of grey and dark grey #so any color was nice

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actual-changeling · 3 months

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I got a question. It's a completely earnest question from someone genuinely confused about some of your metas.

If Crowley is under constant surveillance and threat of being dragged off to hell to be tortured at any moment if he steps out of line, how is the Arrangement meant to work? He and Aziraphale do still handle each other's jobs in the show, which would mean he has been doing good deeds for centuries. I don't understand how they could trade places on the regular, with Crowley even saying neither head office cares and nobody has to know about it, if he's always being watched. He also still gets commendations for stuff he hasn't done, like the Reign of Terror, but if they're spying on him shouldn't they know he didn't have anything to do with those things?

Sorry, I hope this isn't coming off as mean or anything! I'm just really confused about that aspect of your metas is all. I'm probably missing something you've spelled out already, no doubt. Hope you have a good one!

Hi!

I don't mind genuine questions, and I always have fun elaborating on my metas, you're fine!

Ironically enough, the answer to that question is that hell approaches most issues not with black/white but rather complex thinking—they see shades of grey, if you will.

In general, heaven and hell have very different relationships with earth and humanity, and that's reflected in their treatment fo Crowley and Aziraphale.

While hell has several different demons working on earth to "collect souls", handle everything with what seems to be a rather democratic system (like having different councils for different issues), and are more or less capable fo blending in with humans, heaven doesn't do, well, any of that.

We have never actually seen a single human soul in heaven, so there's a good chance there aren't any, but that's a different meta altogether.

Now, why does that matter? Because in theory, neither angels nor demons are opposed to working with each other, collaboration itself is never the issue. Michael has contacts in hell, which in turn have contacts in heaven, and it seems to be so common that she even asks Ligur if Aziraphale is working for them; she only does so since it's a probable explanation for his arrangement with Crowley.

Shax confirms that hell has been suspecting that they have an arrangement for almost a century, but has hell ever followed up on that? No.

You'd think after Furfur they would, but they didn't, because they do not care. If Furfur had brought them evidence, sure, they would have happily tortured Crowley for eternity, but as long as no one pushes the issue, nothing will happen. It's more of a "backstabbing is great and demonic tm so if you backstab someone we will reward you".

Both sides only spring into action once Crowley and Aziraphale start actively sabotaging their Armageddon plans. That is the part that bothers them, not an angel and a demon working together but the fact that they are breaking the rules and going against company policy, so to speak.

Working together is fine as long as a

a) you have some level of deniability, no matter how thin (because let's be real here, saying "on a grapevine that doesn't exist" is just for the looks, nothing else)

b) you don't break the rules and/or ruin heaven and hell's plans and

c) you do not disturb the celestial dials of good and evil.

As Crowley tells us several times, neither side really cares how a job gets done as long as it gets done. Heaven definitely does not give a fuck since they don't care about what Aziraphale is doing at all, and hell only wants to make sure someone does it, no matter if it's demons, angels, or humans.

The question is, why does hell keep such a close eye on Crowley if that's the case?

Because Crowley is kind. Crowley does good deeds and sabotages all kinds of celestial plans because he has his own moral compass that he's following—he breaks the rules and annoys the hell out of hell.

On top of that, demons get a certain enjoyment from punishing and that is how hell functions. Just like heaven neglects and separates angels from each other, hell makes sure that demons do not trust each other, that they do not get a chance to realize that hey, there's millions of us and only one Satan.

Once they understand that, what's stopping them from ripping the entire system apart? Most of them aren't happy down there, they hate it just as much as Muriel hates their job in heaven —they did not choose any of it.

God punished them for rebelling, so what do you do if you're smart? You make sure that the rebels do not rebel again.

So that's what they do, they punish people who break the rules and go against the system, but they do not care how the job gets done as long as it gets done.

I hope that cleared that up, feel free to ask if there's anything else 💚

#alex answers asks #alex talks good omens #good omens #crowley #aziraphale #good omens season 2 #go2 #aziracrow #crowley x aziraphale #ineffable husbands #ineffable wives #ineffable spouses #ineffable divorce #the final fifteen #good omens meta #alex's meta minisodes

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she-wolf09231982 · 1 month

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Chapter 2- Stuck With Me

Summary: After the German bomb run on Bastogne, the locals and American soldiers there that were able, helped piece back together what they could of the town. Medical personnel that had survived still tended to the wounded however they could with whatever supplies they had left. A deserted upper class family home that survived the bombing was temporarily designated as the new aid station until further notice. Although he was internally grieving the loss of Renée and Anna, Eugene steadily pushes through the chaos to provide aid to his fellow Easy members at a moment’s notice. Saria, on the other hand, wasn’t as resilient.

A/N: OC/Rosaria Marie Leone (leh-OHN), EugeneRoeX!FemMedic, WW2, Post D-Day, She/Her Pronouns, Military Terminology, Band of Brothers References, Boondock Saints ‘ll Duce’ Prayer Reference, Mentions of Weaponry, Smoking, Mentions of death, Blood, Graphic Gore, Medical Terminology, Italian and French with English translations

*These stories may not fall entirely in accordance with the TV series timeline. I do not know the real soldiers the actors portray in this series, so please understand I show no disrespect. Some or most of historical events and character interactions in my fanfics are fabricated purely for the sake of the enjoyment of fiction*

Story takes towards the end of Episode 6-Bastogne and beginning of Episode 7- The Breaking Point

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January 3, 1945

Easy Company was still holding the line outside Bastogne in the Ardennes Forest, enduring the cold, the hunger, and the lack of supplies. Not to mention the incompetence and constant absence of their current commanding officer, LT Dike, was mitigating any progress to push through Foy.

The new aid station was set up in a deserted lavish multilevel family home. While the few nurses and local volunteers buzzed from room to room tending to patients, Saria sat in the parlor tearing bed sheets into strips to use as bandages and dressings.

Suddenly, a litter was clumsily carried through the front door with Eugene following behind them. Upon hearing them enter, she rushed over to assist.

“What do we got here?” Saria asked.

“Gunshot wound to the right thigh, but-” Gene began.

Saria began hastily assessing the wound on the exposed thigh area.

“Saria-” Gene drummed.

“Looks like the femoral artery’s been severed-” Saria muttered to herself thinking out loud, not listening to Eugene.

“Saria,” Gene bellowed.

“Che cosa!? (What!?)” Saria replied sharply in Italian, looking at him expectantly.

“It ain’t gonna do any good.” he said pensively.

Saria cocked her head as she furrowed her eyebrows at him, waiting for him to elaborate.

“Il est mort. (He’s dead).” Gene clarified in French.

Saria stared at him, absorbing the information until it finally clicked. She looked at the soldier’s lifeless, pale face. She dropped her eyes to the floor, allowing a defeated sigh to leave her lips.

“Guess it was silly of me to think every soldier you bring here would still be alive.” she said quietly.

Eugene only blinked, keeping his attention on her.

Saria shook her head to reset her thoughts.

“Take him to the garden house out back so Chaplain Maloney can say a prayer over him.” Saria instructed, lazily gesturing to the hall leading to the back door of the house before walking into the kitchen.

“Yes, ma’am.” the two men replied as they carried the perished soldier down the main hallway towards the rear of the house.

Eugene waited in the foyer, glancing down the hall to make sure the stretcher made it out the back door before proceeding to the kitchen.

He leaned against the doorway waiting as Saria faced the cast iron wood-burning stove. She raised a kettle from the trivet (stove surface) and poured hot water into a teacup.

“What was his name?” Saria queried sipping her beverage with her back remaining to Eugene.

He cleared his throat, “Hoobler. Don Hoobler. Accidently shot himself with a Lugar he got off a German he picked off.” he dejectedly explained.

He saw her disappointedly shake her head, well aware she was contemplating the irony behind a soldier recklessly losing his life because of a foolish ‘trophy’ like a German Lugar.

“Comment as-tu été? (How have you been?)” Gene’s usual gravelly baritone voice carried over the room to her.

Saria remained quiet at first as she tried to piece together a response that wouldn’t raise concern.

“Keeping busy,” she replied plainly. “Et toi? (And you?)”

“Same.”

“Tea?” Saria offered after a long pause.

“No thanks.” Eugene declined kindly.

“We have coffee.” she extended as she looked over her shoulder.

A faint smile graced Eugene’s face.

“Coffee would be nice, merci.” he professed as he crossed the threshold to sit at a two-seater kitchen table.

Saria occupied herself preparing the coffee grounds and coffee press. Eugene surveyed her bustling around the kitchen, trying to get a feel for how his friend really was feeling since she was being very vague and evasive. He noticed she seemed to be very adamant about keeping her back to him. But he sat there waiting patiently while she kept herself busy with the coffee.

Saria placed the packed coffee press onto the stove trivet, then stood by the counter where the kitchen window viewed out to the garden. Her eyes coincidently caught Chaplain Maloney walking into the garden cottage. She quickly averted her eyes to her hands fiddling with a spoon on the countertop.

Eugene observed her carefully, his heart progressively filling with concern.

“There’s another chair here,” he pointed out, but she didn’t budge.

“Asseyez-vous et parlez avec moi, mon ami (Sit and talk with me, my friend).” he beseeched.

Saria audibly sighed. Eugene got up and walked to the other chair sliding it out from under the table, inviting her to have a seat.

“S'il te plaît? (Please?)” he gently implored with a feeble smile.

She looked at the chair, then at Eugene. She sauntered to the table and lowered herself onto the chair as he pushed it under her. He walked over to the counter, grabbed a teacup, then went to the stove to pour himself fresh coffee from the press.

He turned slowly towards Saria as he took his first sip. She sat gaping at the floor, lost in her thoughts. His soul ached for his mourning companion.

“Saria-” Gene began, but she remained stoic, only closing her eyes so she didn’t have to look at him.

He walked to her, placed the cup on the table then squatted in front of her to look her in the face.

“Rosaria,” he asserted sternly, refusing to let her avoid him any longer. “-regardez-moi. S'il te plaît. (-look at me. Please).”

Saria met Eugene’s troubled expression with empty bloodshot eyes, as they began to gloss over, filling to the brim with tears until droplets started to cascade down her cheeks. He studied her face for a few seconds longer, searching for any inkling of hope. He found none.

“My French is getting rusty...” she whispered as her voice cracked from choking down the urge to sob.

Eugene’s eyebrows drew inward, shaking his head trying to comprehend why she said what she said.

“I haven’t-” she struggled to continue as she repeatedly blinked hoping to keep the tears from spilling over anymore, “-I haven’t been practicing my French. I’m losing everything she taught me.”

She hung her head, ashamed she had possibly dishonored Renée’s memory by forgetting the French she worked so diligently on with her.

Gene nodded, “I see,” he discerned compassionately, now realizing where the root of Saria’s pain was coming from.

He searched within himself for the comforting words he could say to console her, but even he was still in a state of lament over Renée’s death.

He looked back at Saria, “So, everything I had said to you in French since I got here-”

Saria looked at him hesitantly, waiting for him to finish.

“How much of it did you catch?” he questioned with a impish smirk gradually appearing on his face.

Saria forced out another long exhale, “Enough for you to get me in the chair, I suppose.” she fleetingly jested.

Eugene chuckled, which prompted Saria to briefly giggle as well. Eugene returned to his chair to finish the rest of his coffee. After a minute or so of subdued laughter, there was a deafening hush in the room as they sat in silence together.

“Honestly, I haven’t been practicing my French because I’ve been waiting to practice with someone I'm comfortable with.” Saria proclaimed.

“Yeah?” Gene returned genuinely intrigued.

“Mmhm,” she replied. “Could you-”

Eugene raised his eyebrows waiting for her to finish.

“Pourriez-vous...um...” Saria attempted to rephrase her question in the little French she could remember. “-m'aider... avec mon français ? S'il te plaît? (Could you...um...help me... with my French? Please?)”

Eugene’s smile widened as he leaned forward, sliding his arms across the table with his palms open, inviting her hands to hold his. Saria obliged, bringing her hands up from her lap, placing them in his.

“Bien sûr. (Of course).” he responded as he affectionately caressed her knuckles with his thumbs.

Saria smiled awkwardly, pushing down the heightened feeling of butterflies in her stomach.

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January 4, 1945

“Bonjour, Rosaria.” a warm familiar voice greeted.

Saria emerged from behind the bar to see Eugene standing under the oak archway leading into the parlor.

“Eugène! Je suis tellement content de vous voir! (Eugene! So glad to see you)!” Saria exclaimed.

Eugene revered at her as she met him under the archway.

“What?’ she asked with a playful look of skepticism.

“Your French. C'est déjà bien mieux. (It’s already much better).” he commended.

“Oh-” Saria’s breath hitched, “-merci à toi (-thanks to you).”

“De rien, mon ami (You’re welcome, my friend).”

Eugene leaned against the oak pillar of the arch while Saria self-consciously rocked back and forth on her feet with her hands folded tightly behind her back.

“Renée would be proud.” Eugene stated, raising his eyes to Saria’s.

Saria drew in a deep breath when her eyes met his. He couldn’t help but adoringly gaze upon her while a soft smile stretched across his face.

“Hm,” Saria hummed, “-yeah.”

She forced a meager smile then looked at the floor.

“So, I got some news,” Gene declared, “They’re trying to push into Foy in a couple of days.”

Saria cast him a look of panic, “You’re leaving?” she asked, trying to suppress the concern in her voice.

“That’s the plan.” he replied plainly.

Saria’s eyes darted around the room while her heart rate steadily increased.

“But-” she began.

Eugene stared at her, waiting for her to continue her sentence. Words failed her as she stood there in front of him with her eyebrow’s furrowed and the worry lines intensifying in her forehead.

“But?” Eugene pushed.

Saria refocused on him, “You can’t leave me here. Alone.”

“You won’t be alone, mon ami.” he assured.

“Comment ça? (How so?)” she retorted raising an eyebrow at him.

Eugene chuckled, “You have all these people here that work with you, the locals-”

“Please don't.” Saria interjected.

“Don’t what?”

“Don’t list off other people for me as if you’re expendable.” she mandated.

He curiously cocked his head at her.

“Because you’re irreplaceable to me.” she confessed without hesitation.

Saria was a wreck under the surface. Racing thoughts of losing the only best friend she had left, let alone what she just admitted, had her chest painfully heaving from anxiety. Gene watched her meander to the nearest lounge chair to sit before she passed out.

He snickered to himself before he strolled over to her. He briefly stood over her, then squatted next to her chair resting his elbow on the armrest. He weaved his fingers between hers, giving her hand an encouraging squeeze while his thumb tenderly kneaded over hers.

“I don't like it anymore than you do, mon cher (my dear),” he began, “-but this is why we’re here. It’s what we gotta do.”

“I know.” she grumbled looking down at their hands intertwined on her lap.

“Please come see me before you go?” she said as she looked up at him imploringly.

“Bien sûr ma chère (Of course, my dear).” he promised.

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January 5, 1945

Eugene unfortunately didn’t have time to visit Saria before advancing deeper into Bois Jacques woods right outside of Foy.

“TAKE COVER!” Sgt Carwood Lipton yelled out to Easy Company.

German artillery fired onto Easy Company from the town as Easy soldiers scattered to the nearest foxholes to take cover. Blasts coming from all directions causing trees to fall and dirt to fly made it difficult for the men to navigate safe passages to their holes.

After a brief break from German attacks, Sgt Bill Guarnere answered the pleas for help from a wounded Joe Toye after an explosion took his right leg off. While Guarnere did his best to drag Toye back to safety, another German shell made contact near them during the second wave of attacks, severely wounding Guarnere’s leg as well.

After the chaos settled, the Commanding Officer, LT Buck Compton, staggered over to Toye and Guarnere lying motionless on the ground. As he approached, the aftershock rendered him speechless, leaving him unable to find his voice at first to call for help.

“MEDIC!” he finally managed to cry out.

Doc Roe came hoofing through, landing on his knees next to Toye getting to work on what was left of his leg. Off to the side was Guarnere leaning against a tree.

“Just hang tight, Bill, I’ll get to ya as soon as I’m done with Toye over 'ere.” Gene told Guarnere as he quickly packed Toye’s thigh with dressing to absorb the blood.

“Do whatchya gotta do, Doc.” Bill replied.

Just then, another medic appeared at Guarnere’s side, already getting a tourniquet out. Gene caught sight of the new guy, unaware there was another medic available to Easy Company. This man worked briskly, effortlessly placing the tourniquet and swiftly dashing sulfur then wrapping the wound with bandages to stop the bleeding.

“Hey, buddy, when you’re done over there can you help me with this?” Gene requested.

Nothing prepared him for what happened next. A voice of a woman responded.

“Be right there, pal.”

Gene looked over at her, perplexed that this was in fact a woman working out here next to him. As he continued handling Toye, she scampered over to him kneeling at his side.

“What do you need me to do?”

He looked up to see it was Saria. He stared at her in utter disbelief, almost forgetting he was caring for Toye.

“Saria? What the hell are ya doin' out here!?” Gene asked shocked, but mostly perturbed.

“I’ll explain later, tell me what you need me to do.” Saria countered urgently.

“Hold this.” Gene begrudgingly instructed her to hold Toye’s thigh up so he could use both hands to wrap.

Two men rushed in with a stretcher.

“Bill, you go first.”

“Whatever you say, Doc.” Bill replied.

“Over here. Take this man.” Gene ordered pointing at Guarnere.

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January 7, 1945

There was hardly a chance for Eugene to sit and revisit why Saria was there after they prepared Toye for transport. The next few days the 506th had cleared the West and East side of the woods, which temporarily allowed little resistance from the Germans.

Saria sat in the foxhole she dug for herself, restocking her carrier bag. Eugene peered over the edge to look in.

“Rosaria.” He greeted her dryly.

She looked up at him, “Well hi, Eugene.” she chirped.

He jumped into the foxhole landing on both feet then sat in the dirt next to her.

“Mind telling me how the hell you ended up out here?” he suggested in a parent-like tone.

“I was reassigned to Easy Company per the request of LT Dike. Before his final leave of absence, that is." she explained.

“LT Dike? He was never around. How would anyone get his signature to approve your orders to get assigned to us if nobody could ever find him?” Gene rationalized.

Saria revealed a mischievous grin, “Nobody can confirm nor deny that my orders are legit if the CO is never available to say otherwise.”

Eugene wasn’t amused, “You forged orders to get assigned to Easy Company??”

Saria looked at her boots.

“Pourquoi?? (Why??)”

“Eugene, I couldn’t stay in Bastogne any longer. It only reminds me of Renée and Anna. Then you were going to leave, so-” she trailed off, not really knowing what else to say.

Eugene released a frustrated huff, shaking his head disapprovingly.

“Tu vas être ma mort (You’re going to be the death of me).” he growled to himself.

Saria did her best to push back a snicker, knowing Gene was genuinely disappointed with her for committing such an act of dishonesty. When a scoff escaped through her nose, he shot her an exasperated side-eye.

"You think this is ok? Rosaria, it’s dangerous out here.” his tone low and disgruntled.

“Eugene, please spare me the lecture. You don’t think I’ve seen how dangerous it can get out here? I’ve seen more wounded men than I can count at that church that came from out here. I know it’s no walk in the park.” she proclaimed.

He forced another annoyed breath, then rubbed his tired eyes with his forefinger and thumb.

“You’re stuck with me, now, so there’s no use in arguing about it.” she added.

“Yeah, you got that right.�� Gene retorted.

“Don’t act like you’re not glad to have me here. You guys needed another medic anyway-”

“That wasn’t for you to decide!” Gene snapped with resentment behind his eyes.

Saria looked away from him, unable to stomach how angry her best friend was with her. Eugene ran his hand roughly through his hair, immediately regretting raising his voice to her. He shifted to face her.

“I am glad to have you here,” he started, “-but you don’t understand that you out here with me is a distraction.”

Saria looked back at him inquisitively.

He shifted again, “If the Germans rain hell on us again, and they will, I’m gonna be worryin’ more about you the whole time.” he explained.

Saria’s eyes dropped to the ground beneath her heels, feeling ashamed she hadn’t considered his perspective.

“Ya get what I mean, Mon cher?” he asked her softly, tilting his head to glimpse into her eyes.

“Oui.” she uttered as she shivered from the cold.

Eugene looked her over, “Venez ici (Come here).” he directed as he scooted closer to her, snaking his arm across her shoulders to pull her into him.

Saria rested her cheek on his chest, nestling into him as he pulled a wool blanket over them.

“Good?” he questioned.

Saria nodded, “Grazie, Eugenio (Thank you, Eugene).” She said in Italian before drifting off to sleep.

Eugene pulled her in tighter, daring to kiss the top of her head before whispering a prayer over her:

“Je te compterai parmi mes brebis préférées et tu auras la protection de tous les anges du ciel (I will count thee among my favoured sheep, and you shall have the protection of all the Angels in Heaven)…

…with all my heart.”

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#band of brothers #ww2 #eugene roe #doc roe #shane taylor #easy company #101st airborne #hbo war #eugene roe imagine #eugene roe imagines #eugene roe x oc #with all my heart

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Please I need Morriss/Larticia. Tish and Rissa are alone together in Larissa's bathroom in the Nevermore. And they go to shower together, and then they are in the shower together.So Morticia notices Larissa's scars on her wrists. And she asks why she did it. Larissa starts to explain to her that she did it because she missed Morticia terribly and she didn't want to feel the emotional pain. And Morticia will take it very hysterically and emotionally. And she will blame herself. That it is useless and only hurts everyone, it will be terrible to cry. And Larissa will calm her down and Morticia will calm down, but Larissa has to promise her that she will never do it again. Larissa promises her that. It all ends with cuddles and fluff in bed. (one shot)

Numb the pain

*Authors note~ angsty Drabble/fic is another vent fic, I hope I did the request justice, I will admit this is the trickiest one I’ve written so far*

Trigger warnings~ self harm, self loathing breakup um just a angsty one the prompt really says it all

Prompt~ see ask^^^

The sight of her lover in such a state had guilt bubbling in the raven haired woman’s stomach. She hadn’t meant what she said, a pointless fight between young lovers had Mortica storming out of Ophelia hall leaving Larissa alone. The dark claws of depression immediately took over the blonde, clawing at her body until she gave up fighting such a beast and let it take her. Depression was a long term friend of darkness for the blonde shifter, from her family life to being alone at school Mortica was ironically her only light in the dark. A light that had simply upped and left when her emotions were over spilling from her body. When she needed her the most.

It had been a few weeks, and when Mortica finally returned, she wasn’t expecting to see Larissa in such a bad way. “Rissa, mon amour” she whispered, emotion ever so slightly creeping into her words. “Go away” she grumbled sadly, what was the point of any of this anyway? She just wanted to disappear into the black abyss but no, now she had to come back acting like she truly cares. Larissa knew it was false. She pretends but it’s never real.

But like many people, Larissa Weems was tightly wrapped around Morticia’s finger and would do anything for the raven haired woman. Her strong willed self could only take so much of her heart owners pleas to get her in the shower at least. Practically on autopilot the blonde gave in and allowed morticia to help her get in the shower without a second thought to the self inflicted wounds on her skin. Only when she heard a strangled gasp did she realise why had happened here.

“Rissa? Why, darling why would you hurt yourself like this? Nothing is worth you causing this much pain to yourself my love” emotion clogged every word with the shower now beating down against the wall fading into the background. “It hurt” whimpered the shifter while blankly starring at the tiled wall, “needed to feel something.” Larissa trailed off her own explanation when she caught sight of her true loves eyes misting with tears at the obvious cause to these marks that now adorn her lover. So stuck in her own emotions she hadn’t realised tear drops now trailed her pale cheeks or that Larissa had been calling her, “Tish” , the raven haired woman only seeing the marks she had caused Larissa to make.

“I’m so sorry mon amour, I’m so so sorry I did this to you. I didn’t mean to hurt you my darling Larissa. I know I’m to blame and crying about it is futile as it won’t change what’s already been done. I’m so so sorry darling girl” morticia whimpered coming to hold the blonde woman tightly. Guilt swarming in her stomach as she too now functioned on autopilot, lost in her own self loathing. And not the enjoyable kind that she adores. No. This was raw and darker than even she can handle.

Being dried and dressed both woman made the way to lay down, Larissa feeling incredibly weak and exhausted now and Mortica needing the closeness of her lover. “Rissa?” The dark haired woman mumbled, “I’m sorry my love, I’ll never hurt you like this ever again and that I promise, can you promise me something darling?” Feeling Larissa nod her head as she rested it on her shoulder Mortica continued, “promise me no more of this, come to me darling I’ll always be here for you, like I always should have been I was just too foolish to see it then.”

“It’s not your fault Tish, but I promise I’ll come to you” Larissa whispered and held on tighter to the other woman. It was obvious they would spend however long they needed to build one another back up. This situation would never occur again and that’s something both women would move hell and high water to ensure.

#anon answered #v3nusxsky answers #fanfic #anon requested #larissa x morticia #weems x morticia #morticia fic #larrisa weems #principleweemsxreader #principal larissa weems #angsty #principal weems #larissa weems #weems #morticia addams #mortica addams #morissa #morissa angst

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Pokemon And Their Trainers

An in-depth analysis of the Pokemon world and its culture (hereafter referred to as the “Pokeverse.”) Where I’ll attempt to understand just what these beings actually are, and how they relate to the humans of their universe.

For this post, I will reference the video game lore, but I will, to a large extent, be pulling examples from the anime. While I can understand why this might invalidate my points to some of you, I truly think the anime should be considered fair game. It depicts what the Pokeverse is truly supposed to be like, as the writers intend it to be, unhampered by the restrictions of a video game.

So here’s the million dollar question. Are Pokemon slaves?

At this point, I know that the Pokemon fandom and the general public have a well-established and largely iron-cast interpretation of what it means to be a Pokemon Trainer, but today I’m going to attempt to challenge that interpretation. Because on the whole, it’s not especially flattering, and I think it’s false. You’ve seen the jokes, and the video essays, and the parody comics. You’ve seen it all. People have criticized Pokemon for the premise of the game effectively being a system of romanticized slavery. That the heartless humans kidnap these innocent animals and force them into sadistic dog-fights to further their own power, to the point where it is a global, televised sport. Ask anyone and they’ll tell you, Pokemon…are slaves. It's animal abuse. Those who argue it are in denial.

The funny thing is, most people don’t argue it. Which is because, to a large extent, most people don’t care. It’s just a video game, right? It’s not as though the Pokemon are outwardly suffering. Pokemon fans seem to just accept this premise and live with it, because the Pokemon world is bright and enjoyable and the formula of the games is simply addicting. To most people, the problematic premise of this universe isn’t a big deal. Nobody takes a passionate stance against it, apart from Gamefreak itself of course. They have little choice but to dismiss these claims, to argue against them…but nobody really listens. The franchise may do the best it can to play up the whole “friendship” angle, but the majority of fans, casual and otherwise, would say they’re not fooling anyone.

I disagree.

I’m not saying these points don’t have merit. To a degree, they do. But this conclusion about the Pokeverse is not the only one that can be drawn from analyzing this world. It's also based on several assumptions, headcanons, and interpretations of this world’s symbolism. I interpret these things differently myself, and I’ll try to explain how. But the bottom line is that humans and pokemon exist together in this world and have a unique relationship. Our world has humans, but not pokemon, so one can assume that the Pokemon are a deliberate symbol of…something. What that something is will probably vary based on who you ask, but just about everyone seems to interpret them as the “animals” of their universe. As in, living creatures who are not human. (Because Humans…are also Animals, and that’s kind of the whole point right there, but I’m getting ahead of myself.)

We seem to draw an inherent comparison between Pokemon and #RealWorld Animals, which is where all of this stems from. I believe this is a mistake. Or if nothing else, it’s not the definitive interpretation of what they are. If anything, the closest comparison I can think of is…maybe Angels? But even that doesn’t truly describe their role. The more the Pokeverse gets fleshed out, the clearer it becomes to me that catching and training Pokemon are completely misunderstood concepts. They’re not really comparable to anything in real life, certainly not the training of animals or the keeping of pets. I genuinely don’t think that the relationship between Trainer and Pokemon has an equivalent in our world.

I do understand where the impulse to make this comparison comes from. Of course people look at Pokemon and see animals. After all, they're living, breathing creatures, magical creatures that coexist with humanity. A not insignificant number of them do resemble real-life animals or are otherwise based on them. The most crucial bit of evidence for this idea is that the Pokeverse, by all appearances, lacks “real world” animals of its own. There are no recognizable creatures from our world to speak of, apart from humanity. So I can see how people reached this conclusion and I get why they draw the parallel.

However, it’s just not a fair comparison to make. Not at all.

Some animals do have the means to defend themselves, of course. But Pokemon have abilities on another level entirely. They’re basically magic. They have superpowers unique to themselves. Can a human spit fire? Tunnel a hole in seconds? Can they summon storms in the blink of an eye? Can a human block all damage with Wonder Guard? The answer is no. They cannot do this. Humans are one race, and a relatively mundane race at that. While they are distinctly separate from Pokemon…that doesn’t make them superior. It doesn’t make them more powerful. The sheer variety in Pokemon species, not to mention the variety of their powers, means that if war was to break out between the two communities…the humans would not win. It wouldn’t even be close.

Pokemon are baked deep into this culture. If you had to guess which of these two societies was here first, would you really guess humanity? I wouldn’t. Just look at the spiritual side of this world. It has deities who are confirmed to exist, who created this world as we know it..and they’re all Pokemon. Who knows where the humans even came from, but the Legendary Pokemon are the ones who fashioned the universe.

It is vanity to assume that Humanity is the dominant species of the Pokeverse.

They are not in charge of this world - they could never be. Pokemon explicitly range from human to above-human level intelligence. The humans attempt to understand them, but the Anime clarifies that they’ve chosen to name the Pokemon based on their speech patterns. Pokemon don’t “say their name” and nothing else. It’s the reverse. They speak unique languages that the humans elected to name them for. By contrast, Pokemon can clearly understand human language. There’s no way around it, they are smarter than us. So it’s no surprise that they have their own communities and systems, totally independent from humanity. However, there are also countless Pokemon who choose (read: CHOOSE) to work with humans, on individual and group-wide scales.

In fact, Pokemon and Humans may not be so different at all.

They may descend from a common ancestor. There is consistent flavor text that verifies this, stating that on a fundamental level, Pokemon and Humans are all but the same. Perhaps humankind and Pokemon weren’t always separate beings? Perhaps they were once one and the same? It’s pure conjecture, but according to the Library in Canalave City, there was a time in the ancient past when Pokemon ate at the same table as Humans and would even marry them sometimes. That last bit of trivia is cut from the English version, undoubtedly because of the popular interpretation I discussed earlier. Fans see Pokemon as animals, and the dubbing team probably wanted to avert any weird implications.

What’s odd is that in Legends: Arceus, which takes place in the ancient past…humans and pokemon have clearly already been separated, and have no relationship beyond hostility and fear towards each other. There are exceptions, of course, but by and large, the idea of a “Pokemon Trainer” is a new concept to the humans in Hisui. I’m getting very off topic now, but it does make a fan wonder. Just what happened to separate pokemon and humankind? They were as close as kin at one point, before some kind of split occurred, and it’s taken countless generations for them to redevelop a closeness...there’s a greater mystery here that isn’t relevant to the topic at hand, but these questions are worth asking. Either way, the point is that the two communities are almost fated to come together.

The Pokemon are drawn to humanity, and whether they invest in an official “trainer” or not, they seek out humans just as often as the humans go looking for them.

The pokemon will form these partnerships out of their own desire. A desire for what, you may be asking? I think it varies, but when it comes to the Trainer/Pokemon relationship, we can assume the typical goal is shared strength. The human and the pokemon form a symbiotic relationship in the Training system. This is stated numerous times, especially in the Anime - A wild pokemon will never reach their full potential. Not without a Trainer. You see? It isn’t only the humans who benefit from this relationship, and the Pokemon understand this. The vast majority of them want to be caught, they seek a trainer who can help them harness their powers.

Mewtwo decries Pokemon Training as Slavery during Mewtwo Strikes Back. Pikachu contradicts him, and Ash literally puts his life on the line in the effort to prove him wrong. Much later, in Lucario and the Mystery of Mew, the same question comes up. Lucario asks if Ash is Pikachu’s “master” and Ash rejects that terminology. Because Pikachu is his best friend, nothing less. There is a reason why the word is “Trainer” and not “Master” or “Owner.” Because Pokemon Trainers do not own their Pokemon. Full stop. The Poke Ball isn't a prison. It, and the PC Boxes from the games, are implied to be a kind of virtual reality. The Poke Ball is a symbol, a convenience more than anything else, but not a requirement. Ash is living proof. The Poke-Ball may be the norm, but if you're claustrophobic like Pikachu, or you're just not feeling it, you can abstain. Ash has never treated Pikachu as a captive. (Except for that one time…)

Okay, I’ll address this real quick. Yes, Ash did drag Pikachu along with a rope in the first episode, and used rubber gloves so that Pikachu could not retaliate. I’m just gonna have to call that #EarlyInstallmentWeirdness. This was Generation 1, this was back when Ghost Types were literally dead Pokemon. Besides, Pikachu had already shocked Ash unprovoked, so the rubber gloves were arguably self-defense. I guess you could make the case that Ash didn’t “truly” become Pikachu’s Trainer until the end of the episode. But in general, the writers have shaped this world beyond what was established in the very beginning, and perhaps they’re deliberately trying to counter the claims of slavery and animal abuse, but even if that’s true…it doesn’t mean make the contributions less canon.

How it started.

How it's going.

Never mind. What about catching pokemon? That’s still messed up, right?

There is an obvious counterargument to be made to my stance, a Donphan in the room, and I won’t ignore it. The counterpoint here is that capturing Pokemon is almost always done against their will. Or at least, that’s how it’s traditionally done, and the norm in the games remains consistent. Still. Ash winds up befriending the majority of his Pokemon instead, and he’s far from the only trainer we see doing so. James is another human who recruits his teammates primarily through his own likable qualities. You might argue that while obtaining a Pokemon can happen without fighting, that style is unusual. But again, based on the anime, it doesn’t seem to be that uncommon. I think what’s considered rare is that Ash seems to specialize in doing this despite his intended goal of training Pokemon for battle.

But, whatever. Capturing Pokemon through battle still happens, right? It happens quite a lot. The examples that differ from this norm don’t erase that, nor do they erase how repugnant it is. After all, the Trainer is cornering a creature who more often than not, was just minding their own business. (A wild pokemon is very often the one to initiate battle, but never mind.) The trainer then forcibly kidnaps them after violently assaulting them. Even the term “capturing” pokemon has problematic connotations. No way around it - on paper, this sounds bad. It sounds horrific. But if I may, I’d like to offer a different perspective based on what I’ve been able to observe of the Pokeverse’s culture. First of all, I’d like to offer a scalding hot take about the violence of Pokemon battles. This may be where I lose a lot of people, but hear me out.

I challenge the idea that a Pokemon battle is “violent.”

Or at least, I don’t believe the characters consider it to be violent, not in the same way we understand it. A pokemon battle isn’t assault, because they’re not human. But it’s also not animal abuse, because the Pokeverse doesn’t have animals. Again, it’s worth remembering that Pokemon are supernatural creatures with magical powers, and I’d say their powers, the “moves” they learn, play by different rules than conventional fighting. There’s actually quite a bit of evidence to suggest that this is true.

In Mewtwo Strikes Back, the Pokemon very specifically fight their clones without access to any of their actual moves, after Mewtwo psychically blocks their powers. Everything about this scene is meant to convey tragedy. All of a sudden, a series that’s been all about battle is preaching against violence. Sure, we can call it bad writing, executive meddling, or anything we want. But ignore the Fourth Wall and ask yourself, why would the characters react this way in-universe? Why is it that Pokemon battling has always been okay, but in this one instance, it’s not? The movie goes to great lengths to show us that the Pokemon are hurting each other. Which we don’t normally see.

The only difference? The Pokemon aren’t using their normal moves.

From this, we can conclude that the typical, conventional Pokemon battle, where the two pokemon fight using their special abilities...it doesn’t hurt them. It may tire them out, but a Pokemon Center can heal basically any injuries in record time. Nurse Joy is some kind of miracle worker…or maybe she isn’t. Maybe The Pokemon are being tired out from their battles, but not actually harmed in the long term. This would explain why Pokemon attacks don’t cause lasting damage to humans, either. Get hit with a Flamethrower? Don’t worry, you’ll just be temporarily stunned and have soot all over your face. The doylist explanation is, once again, that it’s a children’s cartoon, but that doesn’t explain what’s happening in-universe. Team Rocket has been electrocuted by Pikachu a near-infinite number of times. So how are they even alive?

Simple. Pikachu isn’t actually trying to kill them. Because of course he isn’t. It’s quite possible that Pokemon moves simply are not capable of inflicting serious damage, or perhaps Pokemon have an inherent resistance to them. But I suspect it’s not a lack of ability that stops Pokemon moves from being violent…but an almost universal choice. That when Pokemon go on the offensive with their powers, or at least, when they direct said powers at humans…they are always pulling their punches. That’s why the fight on New Island was so grotesque - the Pokemon were not remotely familiar with battling that way, engaging in true violence, and there’s little doubt that they were figuratively and literally scarred by that night.

It’s no wonder they never use their powers to cause actual bodily harm to anyone - I wouldn’t be surprised if there’s some kind of sacred, unspoken taboo among Pokemon against doing so. A taboo that wouldn't be known to the newborn clone Pokemon on New Island. A taboo that may not have existed centuries ago, in say, the ancient times of the Hisui region. But present day, communities of Pokemon are more civilized, and they a working relationship with human society that ranges from neutral to friendly. We’re in head-canon territory now, but this kind of law among pokemon kind makes a lot of sense. There may be Pokemon out there who break this taboo, but they would be few and far between - probably outcasts among their own kind. It would add a new dimension to Pikachu's refusal to fight back against his clone counterpart.

Again, this scene makes a point of telling us over and over, that what we’re seeing is wrong. “Pokemon aren’t meant to fight. Not like this.” That line right there is precisely the point. Battling isn’t meant to be like that, and in practice, it almost never is. There’s a reason why Pokemon almost never actually die in battle, and only get “very weak,” a condition that is cured flawlessly with the medical science of a Pokemon Center. It’s almost like a Pokemon’s powers create a kind of invisible simulation system, allowing them to spar with their opponent safely. Because that’s what a Pokemon battle is, at heart. It’s a test of skill. It’s meant to just be friendly sparring. A kind of sport that the Pokemon and Trainers engage in together, and it’s stated many times that they need to be in sync to have any hope of a successful career in professional matches. Again, I refer you to Mewtwo Strikes Back. The Pokemon were able to use their powers collectively to restore Ash to life. There’s clearly a lot more to a Pokemon’s power than just combat. That part is nothing more than recreation for them.

I realize that I deviated tremendously from the original question about capturing Pokemon, but I feel that it’s important to address this point.

Pokemon Battling is not violence. It’s effectively a sport that all sides consent to playing, a sport that has safety measures practically built in, as well as further precautions offered like the Pokemon Center. In that sense, it's more or less just another interpretation of Pokemon Contests, and Showcases, and everything else. A human helping a Pokemon study their powers and use them to fullest potential. This is the reason why I don’t actually consider a Trainer fighting a wild Pokemon to be so obscene. However, that only addresses the question of violence. Trainers are still kidnapping Pokemon against their will, right? That’s why one has to “weaken” a Pokemon to catch them. Well, believe it or not, I’m going to debunk that too.

Barring exceptions, the wild Pokemon must be exhausted to the point that they can no longer resist a poke-ball, before you can obtain them. Their opinion about being caught is always a non-issue. By all accounts, it doesn't seem as though this is acceptable. But even this, I think, is part of the cultural dissonance. Among other things, we don’t know what the little “click” of the Poke-ball actually means. It signals that the capture was a success, but is that the Pokemon choosing to yield, or the Poke Ball’s technology locking them in? It’s a little ambiguous, I’ll freely admit as much…but I would argue that the former idea isn’t impossible. Again, wild Pokemon, generally speaking, actually want to find a Trainer. The first episode of the anime even hints that certain wild Pokemon are jealous of those with trainers. With that in mind, why is catching them even a fight to begin with?

I’ll tell you why. When a wild pokemon battles a trainer, they are essentially giving that trainer a test.

They’re gauging the trainer’s abilities to bring out the potential of their pokemon. If you’re a trainer, and your pokemon defeats another pokemon in the wild…you’ve just proven beyond a shadow of a doubt that your pokemon is stronger than the wild one. You have now proven that you have something to offer, you’ve passed the test. The wild Pokemon now realizes that it stands to learn something, to grow more powerful, by accepting your tutelage. That’s why it’s considered acceptable to the pokemon to follow a trainer after they are overpowered and captured. It’s like…right of conquest, but with fully informed consent.

Consent is key here, and I believe this cultural understanding to be the reason that most pokemon are immediately comfortable with following the trainer who caught them. While one might argue that they don't really have a choice anymore...that simply isn't true. The anime clarifies that Pokemon can release themselves from a Poke-Ball whenever they want. Misty’s Psyduck is the most iconic example of this, but there are countless others. In theory, a Pokemon could just leave a trainer who they find unsatisfactory. Actually, that’s not just a theory. That’s canon. Something that most people don’t seem to realize (or at least, they forget) is that it’s not just Trainers who ditch Pokemon they no longer want. It happens in reverse as well.

Pokemon can and do abandon their trainers, if they deem said trainers to be unworthy of their talents.

Remember when I said that I would be chiefly referencing the anime, because it’s the most reliable depiction of what the Pokeverse is supposed to be like? This is exactly what I was talking about. Because obviously, this never happens in the games. Your Pokemon don’t just disappear from your party or PC boxes, because that would be an incredibly stupid and unfair mechanic. But in the anime, where the relationships between pokemon and trainer are more fleshed out? In the first season, Bad To The Bone is about a Marowak who chose to ditch his trainer after said trainer had his badges stolen. While the Marowak eventually changed his mind, at no point did any character voice the idea of trying to return him by force. It was Marowak’s choice and no one else’s, which is why the trainer was heartbroken.

But that’s not a one-off, it’s not the only example. There are quite a few. Due to a misunderstanding, Gym Leader Pryce once believed his Piloswine had abandoned him. Then there’s Ash. Always the mother hen, he’s adopted many pokemon who were abandoned by previous trainers, but the opposite has also happened. His Snivy, and his Greninja, are both Pokemon who were explicitly stated to have had previous trainers whom they chose to leave, because they didn’t feel understood. Typically, it seems that Pokemon choose to leave because they feel as though the unspoken contract that is “pokemon training” has been violated somehow, or they’re otherwise not getting what they signed up for. This is why the traditional method of “catching” pokemon is so vital. Because it’s an honor system.

Any time a human does attempt to force a pokemon into submission or otherwise harm them through any method that is not the traditional system of capture, the story treats them as unquestionably villainous for doing so. The other humans react in horror, and attempt to stop them. This is because forgoing the “defeat them in battle” route and instead using some kind of technology or whatnot to claim the Pokemon is seen as dishonorable at the best of times, and evil at the worst of times. The Trainer is ignoring the agency of the Pokemon. Attempting capture in the conventional way is a mutually accepted system, the wild Pokemon know and understand that a trainer may attempt to take them, and if they really don’t want to be said Trainer’s pokemon, they can always choose to leave after they are captured. But the use of other means takes that choice away from them. These villains, usually the evil Teams, are using methods of capture that fail to demonstrate to the Pokemon why they are a worthy Trainer, and likewise rob them of the ability to judge them as unworthy.

So yes, there are exceptions, but for the reasons I have described, I fail to see how the idea of “slavery” is applicable to properly trained Pokemon.

They have the power to attack their trainers whenever they choose. Sometimes they do. They have magical abilities that enslaved humans in real life do not have. Legends: Arceus does a great job of highlighting just how dangerous Pokemon could be toward their human counterparts if they really wanted to be. They also have the power to leave. A Pokeball is not a chain. The only time a Pokemon struggles to escape a Ball is when it is first used on them, and the connection is initially forged. But, as I’ve talked about, I believe this to be a ceremonial process and little else. Trainers will immediately send out freshly caught Pokemon to heal or train, and the Pokemon don’t run. But once again, they could. What is stopping them? Ash’s Charizard never saw fit to abandon him, but if he had, what could Ash have actually done about it? Basically nothing. He’d get a flamethrower to the face and then Charizard would fly off. The same thing is true for any of Ash’s Pokemon, or the trained Pokemon of any Trainer ever.

There’s another Donphan in the room that I’d like to touch on real quick. I’ve talked a lot about how the anime clarifies the nature of Pokemon and their relationship to their Trainers…but I also mentioned that the developers have openly tried to beat back the claims of animal abuse, of slavery. The anime speaks for itself, but what about the time Black and White openly addressed these criticisms? You were probably waiting for me to bring it up, but the truth is, I don’t have much to say. The idea of Pokemon and Trainers having a symbiotic relationship, and needing each other…the idea that they shouldn’t be separated…all of that is touched on in the games, but the subject is mostly used as a scapegoat by a wannabe dictator.

I have yet to see any character in Pokemon honestly make the same comparison that critics make in real life, and I doubt we ever will see that happen. It’s just not an idea that can be properly explored in the Pokeverse, because our world is unknown to them. Our way of doing things isn’t something that any in-universe Trainer could hope to understand. It’s an entirely different culture. The way we personally view Pokemon as creatures is colored by our context, by the fact that we’re on the outside, peering into this world with the perspective of a society that doesn’t have Pokemon. To the humans, this is the way their world works. Team Plasma came the closest to approaching that idea, but even then, they were the villains. It was made abundantly clear that they were wrong.

In theory, Pokemon are servants at the whims of their Trainers. In practice, they’re actually the ones with real power and the relationship is balanced, nuanced, and heavily based on mutual trust.

In theory, Pokemon are the wild animals of their universe. In practice, they have no equivalent to our world. They are, as we're told many times, "wondrous creatures." They have no explanation.

In theory, Pokemon are forced to engage in senseless violence day in and day out. In practice, Pokemon battling is an art form that the Pokemon themselves choose to pursue, and it is not remotely dangerous.

Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk. If you need me, I'll be hunting for a shiny Wattrel.

#LONG Post #Pokemon #Pokemon Anime #Pokemon Games #Ash Ketchum #Pokemon Analysis #Just one Cat's Opinion #The Pokeverse #pokemon worldbuilding #Pokemon: Legends Arceus #Pokemon Theory #Pokemon Headcanons #Fandom Analysis #Mewtwo Strikes Back

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You guys still asking about this guy? I can help.

youtube

The artist in question had two accounts.

Well, two that a relevant to our story at least.

One account was very open and honest.

Case and point.

The other was delusional as hell.

Surprisingly not the one we're talking about here.

The devil's playdoh enjoyer received a lot of hate.

Eventually people they knew in real life found out.

They tried to intervene and the results were complicated.

Not only did it not solve the issue,

It tore the family apart and they became isolated.

Now that second account starts to become relevant.

On their more delusional persona they had a successful following.

They were pretending to be a woman addicted to sex so duh.

On this account however the furries absolutely loved them.

Mostly because they made a furry dating sim with good graphics.

Eventually hey just started focussing more on this persona.

Not wanting to alienate their fans they kept the brown a secret.

After a long time of it being too awkward to do their regular thing,

They just stopped the whole scatplay idea all together.

They promised themselves to go back to it but never had the time.

All the attention they now had removed any chance.

When the hype died down they realised they'd grown out of it.

They still liked to dream about the concept,

But had lost interest in doing scat IRL.

That's where we are today.

This still draw art of the analvore though.

Now on a new third account.

And by the way fella.

I know you're reding this.

Yes we can track your activity even when you have a VPN.

Don't try to cancel us again.

Do you really want us to expose you?

Because we will,

If you try to attack us for fear of exposure.

Ironic isn't it.

Leave us alone and we'll leave you alone.

Understand?

#furry community #controversy #internet mystery #Youtube

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Love Requires Sacrifice

"Love requires sacrifice" is one of those Sammy Lawrence lines that hits really hard. This man has given up everything to devote his existence to the ink demon, praying he will be freed from his miserable body. But there is something about this line that is hitting me particularly hard tonight as an enjoyer of autistic Sammy interpretations (and as an autistic myself).

What if "love requires sacrifice" wasn't just about the ink demon? What if it was about Sammy? What if he thought it was a sacrifice for people to love him?

Think about it. He's so irritated when he thinks people aren't doing a good job in his department, has little patience and doesn't want anyone wasting his time. He's something of a perfectionist. He finds so many noises distracting, perhaps even overstimulating. He's annoyed by Joey's constant changing of plans and lack of communication. And who do we know of that seems to like him in canon? Susie seems to have a bit of a crush on him until she thinks he's lied to her, and Jack is his partner in crime for music, but outside of that, does he have friends? Do people communicate with him as more than a co-worker? Does he have anyone notice when he's gone? Do people simply deal with him because they have to? Or is he just another obstacle to get passed? How does all of this affect him, does he want friends? Does he feel loved enough? Or is loving him too difficult for people because of his multitude of peculiarities? Is it a sacrifice to dedicate time to trying to understand him?

That breaks my heart a little bit, because it hits kind of close to home. I've felt very unlovable and difficult for years, no matter how accommodating I try to be, no matter how much I try and change to make myself more palatable. Sometimes I feel like people are simply tolerating me and waiting for me to leave rather than genuinely wanting me around. But ironically, it's through Bendy that I've slowly learned this isn't the case. I don't think I'd ever heard someone tell me that they enjoy my company until I came into this fandom and had people talking to me. And it's not just because of the things I give like it was in other spaces. I'm valued for being me, even the messy parts. I have good ideas and cool skills, I'm fun to talk to, I tell good jokes and listen and engage, And even though I get overstimulated or have a tough time sometimes, even though I get incredibly frustrated behind closed doors, more people get it and are willing to work through it with me. They don't treat it like it's a sacrifice to love me.

In some ways, it's made me realize that I changed so much of myself to try to be someone likable, that I lost myself in the process, I became flavorless. I'm still trying to put my pieces back together, and it's something I feel like Sammy had happen too, losing himself to serve someone else. And I wish I could tell him that he is lovable, and it's not a sacrifice to love him. Are there things he could work on? Yes, it pays to be nicer to people, he could stand to be a better person. But there are many things to love about him just the way he is, and someone out there will appreciate them.

Sometimes a fictional character has something to teach you. I think, for me, autistic Sammys have been a source of comfort, knowing that someone like me can still be lovable. Like he's an asshole, he's not someone I would want to know in real life because he's a jerk to people. But gosh does he make me want to be kinder to myself.

#sammy lawrence #sammy lawrence headcanons #autistic sammy lawrence #love requires sacrifice

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despite everything, i'm still human (but i think i'm dying here) - chapter i

Homelander loses his powers. Ryan doesn't want to lose another parent.

Annie approached with caution. Her heart hammered behind her ribs, all instincts screaming at her not to do it, but she stepped closer anyway. She needed to see. In order to trust, she needed to see. For herself. With her own eyes. How could anyone who'd known the real cruelty behind the sugar-coated fairytales of Vought finally believe that the monster of this tale was dead without seeing its corpse?

Homelander's cape was torn and dirty. His suit had gashes, and underneath the gashes, there was bruised skin and dried blood.

She'd never seen him in anything but pristine condition. It was a strange thing, she mused, that the costume was as indestructible as its wearer - until suddenly, it was torn, and he was hurt.

Her hands were still shaking. She was so attuned to the buzz of electricity around her that its absence seemed like she was missing a sense. Later, she would cry over it. Her body ached, and all she wanted was to have Hughie, hold him and be held in turn. To sleep, for a year. But at least she was alive, and it was over.

Soldier Boy lay passed out, huffing in Frenchie's nerve poison.

Maeve was missing an eye.

There was movement all around them, the Boys starting to bustle around the room in the aftermath of the explosion, coming out from where they had gotten shelter from the immediate fallout.

Butcher staggered past her, holding his head, his Temp V dose having expired before the 24 hours. But he seemed fine. Ironic, wasn't it, that making himself a supe was what had saved his life just now? A human in blast radius would have been incinerated.

Annie's eyes focused on Homelander again. He was clearly disoriented, but alive, eyes blinking wildly. He was on the ground, half-sitting, the arm that was holding him up shaking so much it seemed he had problems with staying upright.

Then, he was hidden from her sight as Ryan stepped in front of him.

His eyes glowed red and dangerous, but there was only desperation in his face. He didn't want to fight. He just lacked any better way of telling everyone to back off already.

"Don't come any closer," the boy pleaded with her.

"I just--"

"He's bleeding! Leave him alone, he can't hurt anyone!"

It was only when he said the words that she realized. Ryan had his powers. He'd been shielded from Soldier Boy. The pieces of the puzzle fit together in her mind so quickly that it made her sick. Never had the man done anything that was not for his own profit and enjoyment.

From behind his son's body, Homelander squinted at her. "Starlight?" he rasped, voice hoarse from the breathless little gasps he had been letting out for the past half an hour. He sounded so insecure, voice gone high and small. Annie found it difficult not to smile. Triumph and relief were so close together, and yet she felt that her cheeks were moist. Exhaustion and joy all at once. She felt light-headed. Dizzy with it. He was depowered. It was over. It was finally actually done.

"Don't hurt him," Ryan whispered. "Don't kill him." The last part wasn't directed at her at all. The red glow of the child's gaze instead illuminated Butcher to her left. He had a metal bar in hand, some piece of the lighting that had crashed to the ground, ready to finish what they'd started. "Please, Butcher. Don't kill him. He saved my life, please."

"Ryan, look--"

"No! He's all I have, please!"

"Ryan, what he has done--"

"He can't do it now! He can't. He doesn't have powers." As if to underscore the statement, Ryan's lasers burned brighter, and Annie could hear it now - the noise they made before they fired. She wasn't scared of the boy, but she took a step sideways, afraid he might lose control.

Ryan took a hesitant step to his father, kneeling down next to him, his gaze on Butcher. Homelander extended his free arm, held Ryan to him, examining him as though he couldn't fully believe the child was actually sitting by his side.

Butcher stepped forward.

Ryan's eyes widened.

Butcher's rolled back in his head, and he slumped onto the floor like a doll with his strings cut. The metal bar clattered. Before anyone else could even move, M.M. was by Butcher's side, making sure he was alive. Annie, for her part, couldn't even process this additional worry.

As Annie moved, Homelander's eyes met hers again, and once more, he squinted. "I-Is that how humans see?"

The question came out of the blue so much that it startled a halfway amused snort out of her. "Sorry you can't laser me to pieces."

"I can't-- see." He closed his eyes, opened them again.

She was too tired to gloat, really, but she couldn't help it. She couldn't stop herself from saying the words. "Yeah, must be hard, right? Not so superior now."

"How do they manage… anything? This is terrible!" It wasn't a true conversation. They were talking in each other's direction, but not to the other. Homelander rubbed his eyes, blinked at his son. He was clearly growing more afraid by the second, and it was so strange that the small detail of his eyesight was what did it for him. "How--?"

"Maybe you just see like a human, Dad." Ryan's eyes were worried, but at least they were blue.

"Do they all-- I see you." He ruffled Ryan's hair with his shaky bloodied fingers. He turned back to her. "I don't see you. I-- I know it's you, but-- You're all out of focus." He looked to the ceiling, to the windows, to New York outside, lit up at night. "It's all shapes and colors."

"You need glasses," Ryan said with all the bluntness of his ten years.

Homelander looked at him like the child had grown a second head.

The door burst open. Hughie rushed in, and whatever happened after, Annie had no part in. Her own eyesight blurred in a sea of tears.

#homelander #ryan butcher #my writing

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pidgeon-brained · 6 months

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Gold On Your Fingertips

Everyone knows me as a classic desert duo enjoyer. I wrote this in like,, 20 minutes so I can't promise it's any good. Also, song is Hostage by Billie Eilish. Just like a 900 word little one shot

Gold on your fingertips, fingertips against my cheeks.

Scar remembers it all now, in between worlds. He remembers the feelings of Grian’s callouses against his cheek. The sweltering desert sun falling through the windows,slanting against the golden man beside him. They are both made of gold, golden in the sun, in the heat of the desert, in the impenetrable fortress of their love. The desert burned, but Grian’s touch burned hotter.

He is floating now in the vacuum of space, bobbing around the end and waiting. It is where he goes to think. It is where he goes to remember. When the server is too quiet for his liking, Scar retreats into untouchable memories.

When they start a new series they leave behind the memory code, preventing repeats, preventing grudges, preventing endless cycles. They are made to forget what they have lived. Only echoes of what once was remains. But the memories are to stay far away, out of sight and out of mind.

Scar always did have a nasty habit of remembering.

So at night, in the quiet of the Mesa, Scar retreats into his mind. He travels through lines of code, past the code that describes him, his soul, his voice and his laugh, past the code of his heart, past the code of his friends. He travels beyond the code he is allowed to remember. He travels beyond Hermitcraft. And he travels into the past.

Gold leaf across your lips, kiss me until I can’t speak.

The sand glitters as fine as gold, coating everything. Scar finds it in his eyes and hair. He finds it in Grian’s mouth when he kisses him, combs it out of his feathers, and brushes it from his clothes. It’s all his clothes, Grian long abandoned the far too warm sweater, and if Scar isn’t going to wear his shirt, Grian might as well, right?

Gold chain beneath your shirt, the shirt that you let me wear home.

They are bound together, standing in a ring of fire. Scar would let Grian win a thousand times over. He would take the breaking of his body if it meant that Grian would stay safe. He would live with any amount of pain to keep him safe. He didn’t even really put up a fight, couldn’t put up a fight. Every time he swung he saw gold, and that gold tasted like Grian’s chapped lips. And it smelled like his hair. And it blinded him like sand. And when he bled out in that cactus ring he thanked whatever god there was that it was him and not Grian.

He moves away now, not further, or backwards, but sideways, into another web of memories. He doesn’t know where he’s going. But he knows exactly where he’s going.

Gold’s fake and real love hurts

Scar’s life belongs to Grian. It has since the moment he was brought into this world, and it died with him. They were soulmates, tied together by something stronger than iron and gold or steel. Their lives belonged to each other, their hearts belonged to each other. Scar knew that Grian hated it. Scar knew that Grian couldn’t stand to be paired with him, he didn’t know why, couldn’t remember, but Grian could. Scar wouldn’t remember it then, but that would be his second time finding out that Grian is a watcher. Not that it mattered, Scar loved him foolishly. He ignored the pain of heartbreak, and he was loyal to the only person who had ever been loyal to him. He loved Grian in the sand and in the sun, he loved Grian in the fire and in the water and he would love Grian in the grave. Even if that was not reciprocated.

Scar screwed up his face at that, and pulled away from his memories. He felt a headache coming on, the headache he got when he wandered too far into memories he wasn’t meant to have. He rolled over in bed to stare out the window. His house overlooked the meager desert. It was just a small patch of sand really, nothing special. There was no cactus, he had made sure of it.

And nothing hurts when I’m alone, when you’re with me and I’m alone

He and Grian wandered together through the server, looking for somewhere to live. They found the desert, it ached in Scar’s soul as they found the desert, and he did not know why. There was little cactus there, not much. Grian began to chop it down, and Scar, never the one to let someone have it all, grabbed some too. He held the cactus in his hands, and blood ran down his fingers from the miniscule points, and as the blood dripped from his fingertips, it reminded him. Reminded him of sand, of golden sand in the searing sun.

“You can have the monopoly. You can have the cactus. You can have it all.” he found himself saying, handing over the plant.

Grian could have it all, anything he wants.

#fanfiction #angst #grian #desert duo #life series #trafficblr #traffic smp #double life scar #good times with scar #goodtimeswithscar #hermitshipping #trafficshipping

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Hello, I share your indignation about the new part of MK. Everything was changed too much and strangely. Can you write down the moments you didn't like? For example, I’m not happy with this whole situation with Kuai Liang - Scorpion, Tarkata - a disease, Raiden - Liu Kang 2.0, Fujin - Raiden’s sister, who is Kung Lao’s lover, seriously?

I WILL STATE that i have not bothered to look at everything myself but hear from reliable sources of the basic information of the game so i cannot give a full and fair critique. And i will not give this game anymore attention than i already have given it since it is just NOT a mortal kombat game.

Lets talk about the reasons you listed bc i agree.

Kuai liang as scorpion and in role reversal:

I am not a fan of this even remotely being "canon" Although the idea should be explored by fans WHO UNDERSTAND BOTH KUAI LIANG AND HANZO HASASHI AS CHARACTERS ORIGINALLY. It completely disrespects hanzo as a character and erases his connection to scorpion being a "gimmick thing to slap onto someone" as a title rather than a personal journey of meaning. And kuai deserves more respect as well, originally being an assassin whose clan tried to "modernize" by removing free will of warriors to ensure obedience and make their spirits and talents disposable. Trying to fight against that. It seems ironic in the end his fate is nothing more than to be toyed with by this unoriginal and uninspiring "role swap au lolz"

The tarkatan race being a disease:

I shouldn't even have to clarify how fucked up this is. Right after in mk 11 we saw tarkatans just being another race living in outworld minding their own business, and kotal fucking up (kotal khan is a wasted character but thats for another post) so we got what was once a "bad guy evil race" to something better. AND THEN THEY FUCKED IT UP AGAIN like isnt that, at best, the most tone deaf shit after what happened in real life with a certain disease and people being uber racist??? And dont get me started on how they messed up mileena with that too. (God damn the writers fucking hate her just as much as kung lao)

Raiden role reversal:

Let me tell you as a raiden enjoyer i fucking HATE them making him a basic ass protag like they did with liu kang (i love liu but lately they just removed all personality from him) its so fucking uninspiring and boring as shit AND THEY MAKE HIM CHAMPION INSTEAD OF KUNG LAO???? THE ABSOLUTE DISRESPECT WHAT THE FUCK i love raiden but he doesn't deserve champion title, that belongs to KUNG motherfucking LAO.

Fujin being a sister????:

Listen i havent seen it but this is the dumbest ass shit i have ever seen in my entire life. As if they couldn't show how little they actually care about fujin......

And the shallow fans who care little about fujin other than a "pretty fuck toy to do teh yaois with uwu" which is also what they did to shang tsung now which is like YOU FOOLS! CARY HIROYUKI TAGAWA-SAMA IS RIGHT FUCKING THERE!!! YOU SEXUALIZE HIM WHEN HE'S AN OLD MAN TOO OR YOU'RE A COWARD AND A SHAM!

And then there's the absolute nothing plot that really shows they ran out of ideas and just slap together bullshit. The villains arent really villains and they suck, its just "stop evil shang tsung but hes not actually evil bc theres this other timeline-" ITS FUCKING LAZY AND PATHETIC WRITING it shows that they want to have it all just to appease fans to take their money. Thats it, thats all this story boils down to. A shoddy scam to bullshit a story to take people's money. I mean you cant even get shang tsung or marjory of fan desired characters without dlc and the base game is like 60-70 bucks like the fuck????

As a regular fighting game? Mid but enjoyable i guess. But as a mortal kombat game? No, thats not even mortal kombat thats just some dumbasses wattpad fanfic after they watched avengers endgame in their crusty batman shirt

I'll end this with a small side note: if my opinions offend, I'm sorry im passionate about a series that was a part of my childhood and made me appreciate Japanese and Chinese culture and kung fu cinema in general. Im sorry if the memories of playing a fun game and caring about the characters having strong bonds of friendship in a violent world designed to be a "kill or be killed" system and despite that choosing to do the right thing in their mind.

Sorry if i seem to be playing a different game bc i am.

Its mortal kombat: shaolin monks for the ps2

-gets head ripped off-

#plz play it its legit fun and stupid as hell #its not the best mk in terms of plot but its got so much love and soul into it #also play mk deadly alliance too its fun #rant #and watch the shitty defenders of the realm cartoon it has the best raiden and nightwolf is in it too #and watch the 95 movie NOW for the best raiden shang tsung and liu kang #and watch conquest if you want to stomach through late 90s tv cringe and for the best raiden ever in the history of ever

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Abbott 2.19 Thoughts:

Finally getting to sit down and watch Abbott. 😭 Lots of errands this morning. Alas.

Sad cold open with everyone either panicked or resigned to what’ll happen if Legendary Charters takes over. :(

“I’M GONNA BUTTER UP DELISHA SLOSS LIKE A HOT DINNER ROLL AND SEE WHAT SHE CAN DO FOR US ON THE SCHOOL BOARD LEVEL.” BARBARA HOWARD, MA’AM, MARRY ME SKWJDIWJWJSAJ.

The way Mel was looking at her during that sequence!! When she bit her lip!! LAW just makes the most sapphic looks, lmfao.

“People always open the door for me because they think I’m a lost child.” AKQKQNSJDIWIENDNS. Quips about Janine’s height are always my fave bc I’m literally Quinta’s height.

AVA DOES LOOK GREAT. THAT DOUBLE-BREASTED BLACK BLAZER. MA’AM?

Ava said I’mma show all the ladies of Abbott how hot I am and walk off. And she’s so right.

“Oh, hey, you’re the mom with the bi—“ KAKQJWJSDNS. Love that green eye shadow. So pretty.

“EXTRA PETITE BITCH.” AKQKQOWJDJSJ. I love her.

Obsessed with Barbara being obsessed with buttering up metaphors this episode.

JACOB SAYING SON OF A BITCH AND SLAMMING THE FRIDGE DOOR. OMFG.

“I’ll do it with you after school Janine.” / Barbara: “Oooooooh!” HELP WOQOQOWJDJSJIWWJDJ.

“I’ll get engaged with you.” KQQOQOJWWIIED. Goddammit, I love Gregory Eddie.

Melissa turning a random yt dude into “Jacob” when that angry parent confronted her, lmfao.

Erica!!!!! I’m so glad that Abbott has leaned into recurring characters this season. They really add to the life of the show.

Melissa: “I get it. I wouldn’t sign anything I handed me.” That line is actually really sad. What the fuck

Ava going for a job interview?! 😭

Ava listening in on her neighbors arguing is so fuckjng funny lmao.

Loving Jacob’s energy in this episode. Chris Perfetti is having a lot of fun playing angry and stressed.

Barbara slapping her wife when she makes a mean quip towards Allie, lmfao.

Ava knows tons of names. “Barbara, Melissa, Jason, Marge…” AKSNDNS.

Jacob getting ready to FIGHT Mr. Morton.

BARBARA HOWARD GOING “WE HAVE TO TRICK THEM.” HELP ME?! DID I JUST HEAR THAT OUT OF MY FAVORITE WOMAN OF GOD’S MOUTH?!

Melissa, agreeing immediately: “No, let’s trick them.” JAKQKWSJDJWJSJ. Mel and Ava have rubbed off on Barbara, and it’s just really glorious, huh? This is not the same Barb from “Ava vs. Superintendent” or “Fundraiser.”

“Why can’t you ever give me credit for a good idea?” / “Stop making everything about you, Janine.” PLEASE. I love Ava and Janine’s push-and-pull dynamic. I think it would be fun to have them in a bottle episode, where they’re like trapped in a closet or car or elevator together or something.

Ava’s face being on the A.V.A. banner. WNDJWNS.

“Barbara’s working on a motivational speech!” / “And to them I say, this is how you Abbott!” [To Ava] “I’m thinking about ending with a song.” / “We welcome your vocal acrobatics.” BARBAVA ENJOYERS, RISE.

It will be a genuine travesty if they done let SLR sing for real on the show sometime before it’s over.

Also, I’m loving Ava’s walk-and-talk with the camera. It’s such a pointed reminder of how much in the public eye this all is and how the characters are so aware of that.

Gregory is sooooo pressed that Janine suggests calling Tariq, lmao.

Jacob dropping his phone trying to look up Jazmine Sullivan, lolololol. Chris is killing the physical comedy in this ep.

MR. J PRETENDING A CURLING IRON IS A METAL DETECTOR HELP ME WMWJKEWJSJ.

“Guilty. Serving a life sentence as an educator.” ☠️

“Listen, lady. I’m just tryin’ to dunk a white dude.” AKQKWKDJWJSJSISJ

Ava lying about Jazmine S. bc Barb said to trick people. Omfg. Oh, how the tables have turned!!!

Hulu is showing me a Jennifer Coolidge commercial, and that makes me happy. She deserves the world.

TARIQ!!

Gregory: “Get on the stage.” AKQOQOOWOWJDIEOWIEIDJD

Barbara Howard’s mouth falling the fuck open when Tariq first starts rapping. I’m laughing so hard. I love Sheryl.

“Never have I ever been so happy to hear such explicit content.” AJSJWJW

DRAEMOND!

“Did y’all get a youth pastor to do standup during my set?” AKWNDNS, Draemond does look like a youth pastor, lmfao.

MELISSA GETTING READY TO THROW A BASEBALL AT BARB, WAITING FOR HER SIGNAL. WAIT, IT’S A CUPCAKE. EVEN BETTER.

“This man is playing the Powerball wit’ our kids!” QKQKQKQOOQOWRODOEJEJDS. I fucking love Tariq.

I’m going to have “Abbott on Abbott on Abbott” in my head all week, lmao.

“Bless your soul, Draemond.” THAT WAS A BARBARA HOWARD FUCK YOU!!!!!!!

“AND THIS ONE DECIDED TO BE A JACKASS.” HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME WOWOQOOQWNEOWOWOOWKSDJWJWJS.

BARBARA HOWARD, I LOVE YOU.

“What in the Immaculate Reception?” KQKQKQKWOWOQOEIFIEJWIDSJ

“JANINE, DON’T TRY AND FIX THAT.” AKQOQKWDNSN. SHERYL WAS ON IT THIS EPISODE.

Looks like the end stinger is setting up a Tariq return to Philly!

Biggest Laugh: Everything Sheryl Lee Ralph did in this goddamn episode, but specifically JACKASS.

Favorite Scene: All the teachers in the library. That scene was so chaotic, and we got Barbara Howard proposing chicanery!!

Final Thoughts: I’m really hoping that this isn’t the end of the charter drama even if it’s a temporary resolution! It’s such an interesting conflict, and it’d be fun to see it played with a little more. Loved the camaderie between the teachers in this episode—how they were all on the same page and working together for this cause and school that they believe in. This was a very feel good episode for our favorite work family. ☺️

#maggie blogs #abbott elementary spoilers #s: abbott elementary

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There has been some ongoing discussion about Chris and Cathy’s relationship in the books. (All posts with commentary about their relationship are in this tag.) The relationship is controversial and we’re not all going to agree and that’s OK. I don’t want to participate in or facilitate a debate because that’s not what I want to focus on, but I recognize there aren’t really any other great places for that to happen, so I apologize that I can’t be a better host for that. I appreciate the interest and the participation. I’m going to answer the most recent asks I received on the topic, and if anything else comes in, it will be added to this post instead of posted as a new post. Thank you everyone for sharing your thoughts.

Anon:�� No hate to the anti-chris anon, i also appreciate the respectful way they disagreed, and i have no dog in the fight personally, but i thought it brings up a bit of a funny concept to me that an incestuous pairing needs to be declared as toxic when most people would consider the fact it is incestuous to be toxic enough, like, we kind of have to grade on a curve here, lol. In most cases, especially with canon incestuous couples, it is going to have some aspect of their relationship be "toxic", because the people that are making this content are afraid to show a loving, happy and healthy romantic relationship between relatives, that doesnt have a tragic backstory, like being abused and neglected, that as a result, encourages their forbidden love. Or at least it makes normies feel better about the fact that it could never happen in real life, except in these super specific dysfunctional situations. Its very rare for these characters not to have toxic traits, such as being controlling, jealous, violent, or straight up criminals if the pairing is canon and not just imagined, but we take what we can get in that department. And i personally enjoy some angst, its part of the appeal to me, but the darker parts (i.e m*rder and r*pe) i am able to dissect from a pairing i like and just pretend it doesnt exist in my head canon, especially in the cases where there is a tragic ending, because otherwise it'd hamper my enjoyment severely. Not to mention, these are fictional characters, i dont necessarily think we need to apply real life judgement on them, yes they are toxic by real world standards, but thats why they end up together, if they werent abused and neglected, they probably would have ended up with "normal" lives, and the ship wouldnt even exist, its just the nature of how incest shipping goes.

You’re very right that most content creators are afraid to show loving, happy, and healthy romantic relationship between relatives. Even independent content creators are reluctant. Even if they’re not afraid of backlash, it’s like there’s this fear that it’s inferior because it’s unrealistic or something like that. Ironically, it’s the edgiest thing you could do.

There are going to be two different kinds of fans - those who are willing to “grade on a curve” (I like that analogy a lot) and those who aren’t. I have nothing against those who have to approach it objectively, but as someone who has suffered through so many ships that have gone sour or ended in ways beyond saving, I’m definitely prone towards being forgiving to the few that aren’t as bad as the others or taking what I can get.

I also think it’s OK to ship something as if some event or whatever had never happened. It’s basically just an AU fanfic in your head.

@sassybisquit: So, I have to say something in response to the anti-Chris anon. These books are not romances. They are, all the way through the fourth book, primarily about how victims become villains (while still remaining victims) and various consequences of that and trying to work off the bad you've done and not pass on the bad way you've been treated. And still failing. That's the plainest way I can say it, and I'm annoyed I have to. That's all I'm going to say, besides the fact that I don't think Chris was bad for Cathy or treated her badly (besides the very important plot-wise, but not romantic, rape). But everybody can have different opinions, which is great.

FITA gets marketed as a romance sometimes, but in my mind, it’s in the horror genre.

I do think that VC Andrews - and as a result, Cathy - puts the blame for the sexual assault on what was done to Chris and not as much on Chris himself. And readers are going to approach that differently. Authorial intent is a whole debate unto itself.

#asks #anonymous #sassybisquit #cathy and chris: commentary #r: brosis #canon #cathy and chris #dollanganger series #commentary #noiv #nr #tw: incest #tw: noncon

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As a Shadow enjoyer I also love how fucked up eggman is about him, like he’s just the newest little toy to use against Sonic and try to break when it inevitably rebels. They’re each other’s only link left to Gerald too, a man they both admired and respected in their own ways. It’s really cool to see how the characters are twisted together right from the start

YEEESSS EXACTLY!!! It's so fucked up and compelling for it. It's way too good for people to be misinterpreting due to the confession to his lie that's often presented without the full important context, and how IDW had Sonic try to use it as a reason for Shadow to give Eggman a chance. I still can't believe they used an example of him only fighting against the Black Arms to save his own ass and the world he wants to rule AND lying and manipulating Shadow all the way through lol wtf

Anyway, he has extremely selfish and self-centered reasons behind all his missions in the game. For Sky Troops, he sent out his fleet because if the Black Arms destroyed it all then he couldn't rule it. With Iron Jungle and Circus Park, he wants himself and his bases to be protected by fighting off G.U.N. that come after him. For Cryptic Castle and Lava Shelter, he just wants help with defending his bases. And here are all those examples:

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All his motives and missions involve using Shadow, having him carry out his orders that he intends for himself to benefit from alone, without a single thought for anyone else and only want to save himself and the world to rule. He uses Shadow through and through to aid his fleet in combating the Black Arms, protect him during G.U.N's pursuit, then help him defend his bases from G.U.N and the Black Arms. It's just all about him like always! That's why I love them so much lol

Furthermore, in Sky Troops, Eggman has this idle line, if his intentions of sending out his fleet couldn't be any clearer:

Then of course, if selfishly using him to do his dirty work when the world is in great danger and Shadow is already all over the place mentally isn't bad enough, the man also goes ahead and manipulates and gaslights him into believing he has no past, none of it was real and he was an android created by him and Shadow is confused and broken:

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He calls himself his master and tells him to know his place beneath him:

Shadow drops into the room full of androids and Eggman eerily and gleefully lies and says he’s just another “beloved android” just like these guys and tells him to “say hi and be friends” but they’re clearly hostile and immediately mindlessly start firing at him. So he's given the impression that he’s one of them, just a weapon that belongs to his master.

This is the exact kind of shit I love, when he does something so fucked up and evil in a casual, cheery, or humorous way but when you really focus on it and think about his intentions, it makes it even more sinister and chilling 😍

But then, in the same level you can hear him say THIS:

It gets even darker because he's using Shadow's pain from the glimpses of dark distressful memories in his flashbacks to make him act in his favor too, even though he's supposed to believe they aren't real and never really happened. Anything to make him fight for him and do his dirty work.

This bastard fucks with his mind by taking advantage of both his amnesia and what he can remember by telling him he's one thing then saying another, whatever it takes to give him the drive to do as he says. You know what it reminds me of? How Gerald repurposed Shadow to want to bring destruction to the human race. Eggman tried to use him for it again but this time on his own terms. Ohhooo man

Continuing the talk of selfish motives and yet another way he uses Shadow, he also expects him to just hand over all the emeralds after collecting them. It was only for his own selfish gain as he's always hungry for power and eager to get his hands on the emeralds for himself, while Shadow is trying to collect them to remember his past and can use them to defeat the Black Arms. But Eggman says they belong to him and demands him to hand them over or be destroyed.

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I like how in one of the Lava Shelter version, when Shadow refuses he's like "how DARE you, I OWN you, I gave you life, you're supposed to obey me!" It's also really telling of how he really feels that Shadow belongs to him. And he's so aggressive about it too 😳💜:

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And even when he isn't gaslighting him and pretending that Shadow is his creation, he's still manipulating and using him because he feels entitled to him as his grandfather's creation, clear with the way he demands the emeralds and says "Have you forgotten that it was MY grandfather who created you?":

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I also included the "You were once a great invention from my grandfather's past, but this is MY time." This is why he'll happily use his creation for his own selfish gain and will lie about the truth about his creator and steal the credit.

I like also how it's telling of how he doesn't do anything for anyone else, not even the Robotnik family like some say. As if his goals of wanting to dominate the world, rule and empire, and build messed up deadly theme parks ever seemed like a way to avenge Gerald anyway lol. It's pure selfishness and self-centeredness, it's all about him and what he wants.

Gerald's time is over, he's the world's greatest scientist now, his creations are like his heirlooms, and now it's his turn to use them as he pleases and doesn't care what Gerald's wishes might have really been instead. He also doesn't care about Shadow's promise to all the victims aboard the ARK lol

He doesn't care about Shadow and see him like a living being like others do. He doesn't give him special treatment for being a creation of his grandfather's. He wasn't his "secret treasure" that Rouge was after in Heroes and even she knew that. He didn't save him out of the goodness of his heart, or even because he didn't want his grandfather's creation to be destroyed, considering how he just used him to create androids and wants to destroy him himself if he doesn't obey him.

Eggman wants to use Shadow as a puppet, a tool, a weapon, a toy to play with and break. He acts like he owns him and he's beneath him, whether he's gaslighting him into believing he's his creation or being honest but showing his selfish entitlement and demanding it due to him being his grandfather's creation, he'll lie or manipulate him into evil and try to own and use him for selfish gain either way.

And when Shadow realizes, he even says it in his own words!

And the final blow? Eggman already used him before all this even began by saving him only to use him to make androids and planned on gaslighting Shadow and pretending he was one of them when he woke up. This is why even the Metal Sonic disguised as Eggman in Sonic Heroes tells Shadow that he has no past. He had already been taken advantage of by him and the events of this game is just him doing it all over again, with him awake to suffer through it this time.

Eggman's confession to the lie was to give him that extra boost of motivation he might've needed to defeat Devil Doom with the "You really are the ultimate life form my grandfather created!" He's a good actor when he needs to seem sincere but he definitely wasn't genuinely remorseful. Plus, he was uncertain of survival in that moment, as he was nervous the entire time. He also never actually apologizes and it doesn't undo the seriously twisted thing he's done.

But wait, that's still not all! Proof of how he doesn't feel remorse is how he only rubs more salt in the wound when it's all over. When Shadow was upset with him for lying and using him, he still didn't apologize. In fact he didn't care at all, he just shrugged it off like "pfft fine then"

He still doesn't give a single fuck after all that lol what an asshole 💜

Despite everything, they're still the only link to Gerald each other have left, the only thing left in common between them as well as their respect for him. Eggman is careless towards it and only tried to use him and lead him down a dark path like Gerald wanted to when he was at his worst but he does it out of pure selfishness and cruelty instead. And Shadow has to face the reality that this is the path the last member of the family left he knows of went down and try to stop him when he causes trouble.

I don't see a lot of discussion of it that's in character and analyzes canon, people usually present Eggman as a Shadow fanboy like in Boom and stuff like that instead. But it's so interesting the way it really is in canon, how complicated and deep it can go and how fucked up and fascinating it is on Eggman's side. It's unfortunate that it's overlooked so much because present day Robotnik family interaction with Shadow and Eggman is just as cool and interesting as past with Shadow, Maria, and Gerald!

Oops I went a bit crazy with this hehe, it's just I've never done a post putting all together quite like this before and I had to lol. I've always been super fascinated with this plot line and I really wish Shadow 2005 explored it to its full potential for the way they seemed to be setting it up for something bigger in Heroes but I still love what we got and how deep it can go just with that! I'm so glad I'm not the only one who loves it :D

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Reap what you sow

Hello everyone!

It's been ages, but I wanted to update this story, hoping it will continue to be an enjoyable read. A hug to all, V.

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"So?"

She comes running into the classroom, her long hair pulled back in a ponytail, her smile warm as she hands you a can of coffee and opens hers.

"He said it's OK" you reply, pulling a bag of pretty, hand-wrapped chocolates from your backpack. The ones you'd bought at the trendy restaurant you ate at last night, just waiting for this moment.

"I knew it!" she exults, choosing the cherry liqueur one, "Dai-chan never lets me down!" she concludes, smiling so warmly at you and at the goodness of the chocolate that you don't have the heart to point out the boy's true feelings again.

"So now you will be seen together in public and..." she continues, lost in her romantic fantasy made of waiting outside classrooms, public kisses and dinner dates with her and Tetsu.

As if this charade were a real thing.

"No, for God's sake!" you exclaim, fiddling with the tin "For now Kuri will only know that there is a girl he's in contact with, so she can make herself even more pathetic" you smile back at her.

" Last night was so funny, seeing him so embarrassed and that nickname... A masterstroke" Momoi confides, moving her face closer to your ear as the princess enters the classroom.

" I had to play hard to get, your friend and I have nothing in common!" you tell her as you uncork the can under her gloating gaze.

"You just need to take a little time with your relationship, Dai-chan is a lot of fun once you get to know him a bit!" she tells you mischievously, laughing in satisfaction at the desperate look on your face.

Kuri, for her part, must have a radar that alerts her when anybody in the world talks about her beloved Aomine, because she goes to Satsuki to ask for useless information about league games.

" I'd like to get good seats and support the team" she explains, looking down disdainfully at the remains of your snack.

" I can always ask Sensei Shun if he has time, so maybe you can apologise to him in person" you reply ironically, once again pointing out what would have been the right thing to do, but which the champion of morality continues to ignore.

Satsuki's lips twitch briefly, you know she would like to smile but cannot, so she decides to show her sympathy in another way.

" Kuri's right, we need all the support we can get now that Dai-chan is so distracted by his private life" she hints quietly, then turns to you as if you didn't know "Last night he was so strange... Always on his phone, so moody! Then a text came in and everything was fine, right?" she asks, turning her wide eyes to those of Kuri, who suddenly becomes very serious.

" Something about his family, perhaps? He told me that he hears from his parents every night after training," the class leader suggests, so sure of her appeal to the boy that it's almost touching.

"I doubt it" the analyst smiles mischievously and nods at you both, before revealing the secret with a half-hearted voice: "He saved the sender as 'pretty', I saw it with my eyes! So it's definitely a girl!" she giggles, staring at you so that you say something, but Kuri is quicker.

"Momoi-chan, you really don't know anything about this, do you?" she asks her in a sharp tone, so different from the usual sugary version she offers her.

" Since you're so curious, why don't you ask him directly? Then you would finally have a good reason to spend the whole afternoon glued to his back!" you interject, returning the not-so-subtle accusation to the sender.

Once again you are saved by the beginning of the lesson.

Even though you think you've done quite well, there's something about Satsuki's expression that doesn't sit well with you.

She often looks at you and smiles, a half-smile you only understand when, sure there are no prying ears, she reveals it verbally.

"It may all be an act, but I'm really glad you've nailed the role" she comments, turning the pencil in her hands.

" You're no fun! " is the only thing you can say as you open your notebook and decide to give your full attention to the lesson. There is no point in explaining, clarifying or talking. Momoi has no idea that everything you do, you are also doing for her, to give her a chance to finally realise that she is the girl Dai-chan has been looking for all his life. She doesn't mean to, but her stubborn positivity will test you, because she's living proof that she doesn't notice you or how you feel. For her, it would be the fulfilment of a dream if you and her best friend became a couple, while you just want her to be true to herself to the core.

What you told Daiki in his living room the night before is exactly what you think, but also what you fear.

You just don't want your friend to realise too late that she's lost the man of her life because she still believes in the infallible nature of first love. After seeing their photos together, after he almost attacks you to claim his right to love her, after seeing how his face changes when he talks about her, you can only ask yourself one thing: why shouldn't Daiki be Momoi's soul mate?

You are distracted from these thoughts when the pink-haired girl's fingertips brush against your elbow and place a note under your nose, a torn corner of her notebook with a single word written on it.

"Sorry."

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