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yeesiine · 3 months
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The secret of happiness is freedom, the secret of freedom is courage.
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chrisoftheeclipse · 4 months
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What is with @tekidoll's artstyle and matching my personal canon too much??/pos
Like.. My facial expressions line up with my memories, and how they draw Cakey lines up EXACTLY with how I rememeber Cakey when she was a teenager.
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helahyma · 1 year
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loliwrites · 2 years
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HP lightning bolt here, so an idea for pre-relationship...what about the first time Alex realizes he has feelings for Addi more than just a friend? Like, from his point of view? You may have already written this, but I like reading from his point of view!
Oh heeeeey Potter⚡️ Thanks for helping my brain out 🥲
You know, I don’t think it was one singular thing that happened that made him go, “oh shit, I have feelings for this person”. I think it was a culmination of a lot of little things that had gone down.
The comfort she felt with him to be able to chill and nap. The times in Germany. His overarching desire to protect her. And let’s not forgot their seven minutes in heaven.
With the timeline we’ve collectively created over the past year and half (omg I’ve had this blog for a year and a half), sometime between wrapping principal photography and the premiere of Addi’s film, they jump in and give a relationship a real go. I actually think the moment it hits him, is this scenario -- and what fun we can have telling it from Alex’s POV.
When Alex arrived at the bar that night, he knew she’d be there. He knew that her agent had gotten her into this exclusive event. It had the possibility of fast-tracking her career. But he also thought that she might give him a little more attention once she saw him arrive. So when she doesn’t, he goes into damage control mode. The mode that’s trying to pretend he’s not a little hurt by the focus and attention she’s giving this Michael guy. This guy that Alex knows has a reputation around town. He’s not necessarily a bad guy. He just wields a lot of power and doesn’t ever shirk away from what that power can get him. So Alex finds a friend and sits with her. Though they’ve never worked on a project together, they sort of came up into Hollywood's consciousness around the same time. Alex has always kind of kept tabs on her... watched what she’s been up to, and congratulated her and offered small talk any time they happened to be in each other’s airspace.
Now as he sits with her, he can’t help but glance over at Addi to check on her. To see her still with Michael; chatting, touching...
“Who’s that?” the woman asks. Alex looks back at his conversation-mate with a quick shake of his head.
“Just a friend. She wrote the movie I wrapped a couple months ago,”
The woman nods with a knowing smile. She too glances at Addi. “You’re quite attentive to your ‘just friend’.”
Alex looks at her again. He takes a nervous sip of his drink. “What’s that mean?”
“Nothing, I just...” the woman grins and lifts her own cocktail up. “If someone looked at me the way you’re looking at her, we wouldn’t be just friends.”
He shakes his head with a disarming chuckle. “It’s not like that. Really. We’re just good friends. We look out for each other,”
The woman just nods again. It’s not her place to pry. But now Alex can’t stop thinking about her comment. Not so much about what other people are thinking about him and Addi, but what he actually thinks of them. Truth be told, he wishes he’d listened to her when they were locked in the closet together for seven minutes in heaven. He wishes he would’ve let everything go when she first protested a kiss. How that would’ve saved him the psychological turmoil that followed. The turmoil that genuinely had him thinking they could possibly be something more than friends. He knew that was implausible, so surely she must’ve thought so too.
And then, sometime in their lengthy conversation, the woman pauses and looks off. Alex is finishing off his most recent cocktail when she taps his arm and says, “your good friend’s leaving with that guy.”
Alex’s eyes dart for the door on instinct. There Addi is, nearly being tugged by the hand out of the bar. Her eyes are cast to the floor like she’s hoping no one recognizes her and what’s happening. It isn’t until his conversation-mate speaks again that Alex realizes he’s been locked on for longer than he thought.
“Go,”
He flicks his eyes at her, almost questioningly.
“Go get her. I will be personally offended if you don’t,”
It’s all Alex needs. He bolts up from their corner booth and practically runs out of the bar. By the time he makes it to the parking lot, he finds that this guy has his hands all over Addi, trying to get her into his car.
“Addi?”
There’s something comforting to him that she looks at him immediately.
“Alex! Dude! Good to see you!” Michael practically yells.
But Alex doesn’t look his way right away. His keeps his gaze on Addi like she might disappear if he so much as blinks. “You good?”
The slight nod and tiny affirmation she gives him breaks his heart, and isn’t nearly convincing. He looks at Michael as he slides his hand down and gives Addi’s a backside a squeeze. It all but makes Alex see red. “Can I take you home?”
Maybe he blacked out a bit, or was so blinded by rage at the sight of this guy touching her, but by the time he comes back to the present, he realizes he’s got his arms wrapped around her with her head tucked in against his chest. Whatever he said, however he managed, he doesn’t care. He’s just happy he’s gotten her away from that guy and can take her home safely. But the drive to her apartment is mostly quiet and beyond awkward. He can’t remember a previous time with her that felt so strange. All the way up to her door he’s trying to figure out what the issue is because this isn’t her. This isn’t them.
“Seven minutes in heaven, Skarsgård! That’s the problem!” This tiny woman, full of grit and spice... she turns away from him, arms flailing. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about how we kissed and I’m annoyed,”
He can’t fathom what’ll make that better. He also can’t fathom the idea that she’s been thinking about their seven minutes in heaven as much as he has. “Is there anything I can do to help?”
At first he thinks she’s going to blow a fuse. She’s got a perfect poker face. What he doesn’t see coming is the two giant steps she takes towards him to smash their lips together. Her on her tip toes with her hands curled around his neck to keep him in place. As if he’d go anywhere. And him clutching at her hips to keep her close. As if she’d go anywhere. This is when it clicks first. It’s not so much a click as it is a cinder block to the head that yes -- he does have feelings for this spitfire; he doesn’t want her to waste time on anyone else. A moan floats past her lips and the vibration it creates on their lips goes straight to his groin. The first hint of a throb that could kill him if he let it. And oh, he might let it.
Thankful for the time he’s spent here previously, and the map of the terrain his brain created because of it, with eyes shut and all of his focus on kissing the absolute shit out of her, Alex stumbles his way to her bedroom. They’re all flailing limbs and frantic kisses. She lands on her bed with a little bit of a bounce that’s only tempered by the weight of Alex on top of her. Neither one is talking. They’re not even looking. With wandering hands, Addi’s find their way to his shirt, desperately tugging at the fabric. And Alex’s migrate upward. He cups them over the top of her head, creating this encompassing, gentle environment around her.
It isn’t long before he pauses their make out session to sit back on his knees and yank his shirt off. He tosses it off the side of the bed and comes back down to her for another long, deep kiss. And with his hips dropping to hers, rubbing himself against her, he can feel just how excited he’s become from this. He knows she can feel it too.
It’s not long after that though, that he feels her hands pressing lightly on his chest. Milliseconds after that, she breaks their kiss by turning her head to the side. Alex backs off immediately. He presses up, holding his weight off of her, a goofy smile on his face. A smile that’s only made wider by her own nervous giggle. Her lips and chin rubbed red from his scruff -- which she scritches her fingers through to distract herself from the fact that he’s staring at her. No words have to be said for him to realize that they’ve reached a limit tonight. Of course he’s not inclined to cross it.
Alex rolls onto his side as Addi does the same, facing away from him. He rests his hand on her hip and gently kisses her shoulder. “You alright, kid?”
She nods and murmurs ‘yes’ in the same moment she takes his hand from her hip and sets it in front of her body. Tracing her fingers along his, she takes a deep breath before she asks, “can you stay tonight?”
It’s one of the fastest times they’ve each fallen asleep. The next time Alex opens his eyes, it’s already morning. He stretches slightly before he looks down to notice that Addi is curled into him; tucked and cuddled in for warmth. And the panic starts to set in. The panic that he can’t lose his best friend over... whatever last night was. He can’t lose this girl because he can’t think with his correct head.
So, slowly, Alex inches his way out of bed; a feat that the movement of his massive frame doesn’t just jolt her into consciousness. Tiptoeing out of her room, avoiding the floorboard he knows is a little creaky, he grabs his shirt before shutting the bedroom door behind him. The longer he’s in her space... her home... with all the relics and items that are so iconically her, edges him closer and closer to the edge of cliff he hates that he’s put them on. Even as he starts to brew a pot of coffee, all he can think about is how he’s never going to forgive himself if he ruins this friendship. And his first thought is that they need space. He can’t be here when she gets up. They’re not ready for the conversation that’s sure to come of it. So he scribbles a quick note, sticks it to the coffee machine, and leaves.
Even as he’s in his car to the airport he knows he made a bonehead move. “Sorry, kid. Had to get back to NY.“ There’s no way she’s going to take that well. He knows that too. At the point his flight takes off, he’s not exactly sure if he’s already ruined the friendship... emphasized by his BONEHEAD MOVE... but he’s hoping that with time and a little space, they can get back on the same page.
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kingburu · 2 years
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daensa · 2 years
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Cersei walked on. I am blind and deaf, and they are worms, she told herself. "Shame, shame," the septas sang. "Chestnuts, hot roast chestnuts," a peddler cried. "Queen Cunt," a drunkard pronounced solemnly from a balcony above, lifting his cup to her in a mocking toast. "All hail the royal teats!" Words are wind, Cersei thought. Words cannot harm me.
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They grinned and licked their lips and hooted at her as she went limping past, her breasts heaving with the effort of the climb. Some shouted obscene proposals, others insults. Words are wind, she thought, words cannot hurt me. I am beautiful, the most beautiful woman in all Westeros, Jaime says so, Jaime would never lie to me. Even Robert, Robert never loved me, but he saw that I was beautiful, he wanted me.
succession / a dance of dragons
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the fact that shakespeare was a playwright is sometimes so funny to me. just the concept of the "greatest writer of the English language" being a random 450-year-old entertainer, a 16th cent pop cultural sensation (thanks in large part to puns & dirty jokes & verbiage & a long-running appeal to commoners). and his work was made to be watched not read, but in the classroom teachers just hand us his scripts and say "that's literature"
just...imagine it's 2450 A.D. and English Lit students are regularly going into 100k debt writing postdoc theses on The Simpsons screenplays. the original animation hasn't even been preserved, it's literally just scripts and the occasional SDH subtitles.txt. they've been republished more times than the Bible
#due to the Great Data Decay academics write viciously argumentative articles on which episodes aired in what order#at conferences professors have known to engage in physically violent altercations whilst debating the air date number of household viewers#90% of the couch gags have been lost and there is a billion dollar trade in counterfeit “lost copies”#serious note: i'll be honest i always assumed it was english imperialism that made shakespeare so inescapable in the 19th/20th cent#like his writing should have become obscure at the same level of his contemporaries#but british imperialists needed an ENGLISH LANGUAGE (and BRITISH) writer to venerate#and shakespeare wrote so many damn things that there was a humongous body of work just sitting there waiting to be culturally exploited...#i know it didn't happen like this but i imagine a English Parliament House Committee Member For The Education Of The Masses or something#cartoonishly stumbling over a dusty cobwebbed crate labelled the Complete Works of Shakespeare#and going 'Eureka! this shall make excellent propoganda for fabricating a national identity in a time of great social unrest.#it will be a cornerstone of our elitist educational institutions for centuries to come! long live our decaying empire!'#'what good fortune that this used to be accessible and entertaining to mainstream illiterate audience members...#..but now we can strip that away and make it a difficult & alienating foundation of a Classical Education! just like the latin language :)'#anyway maybe there's no such thing as the 'greatest writer of x language' in ANY language?#maybe there are just different styles and yes levels of expertise and skill but also a high degree of subjectivity#and variance in the way that we as individuals and members of different cultures/time periods experience any work of media#and that's okay! and should be acknowledged!!! and allow us to give ourselves permission to broaden our horizons#and explore the stories of marginalized/underappreciated creators#instead of worshiping the List of Top 10 Best (aka Most Famous) Whatevers Of All Time/A Certain Time Period#anyways things are famous for a reason and that reason has little to do with innate “value”#and much more to do with how it plays into the interests of powerful institutions motivated to influence our shared cultural narratives#so i'm not saying 'stop teaching shakespeare'. but like...maybe classrooms should stop using it as busy work that (by accident or designs)#happens to alienate a large number of students who could otherwise be engaging critically with works that feel more relevant to their world#(by merit of not being 4 centuries old or lacking necessary historical context or requiring untaught translation skills)#and yeah...MAYBE our educational institutions could spend less time/money on shakespeare critical analysis and more on...#...any of thousands of underfunded areas of literary research i literally (pun!) don't know where to begin#oh and p.s. the modern publishing world is in shambles and it would be neat if schoolwork could include modern works?#beautiful complicated socially relevant works of literature are published every year. it's not just the 'classics' that have value#and actually modern publications are probably an easier way for students to learn the basics. since lesson plans don't have to include the#important historical/cultural context many teens need for 20+ year old media (which is older than their entire lived experience fyi)
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jakeperalta · 6 months
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letting celebrities think they can and should "use their platform" to speak on all current events and political issues regardless of how educated they are on them was a grave mistake
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beaft · 5 months
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thinking about bg3 astarion introduction. something very funny about meeting a weird guy on the road and he's like "hey, sorry for trying to stab you. i'm a lawyer btw" and you're like well that seems true. and you click on his picture and see that his character class is just Professional Liar
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lgbtlunaverse · 2 months
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There's a version of the "don't go grocery shopping while hungry" rule specifically for writers where you should never under any circumstances be allowed to touch your draft within 3 hours of reading a really good story. Because sometimes when you read something great your head goes "fuck this is so much better than my stuff I should make that more like THIS instead!" Look at me. That's the devil talking and you should close the document NOW.
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untilyouremember · 4 months
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Love in Focus
Available digitally (through online retailers and on the kmanga app)
Available in print (including a 3-in-1 omnibus of the entire collection!)
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ibtisams · 5 months
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nerdpoe · 3 months
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Dan hates his Nicer Self.
He does. He really, really does.
The kid is naïve, cocky, strong in the weirdest ways that don't make sense-
And he's such a busybody! Always helping, always jumping into things, and always saying that he's definitely not trying to be a hero.
It's annoying.
It's so annoying.
For instance, Phantom got called in by the JL for an all-hands-on-deck situation right before a super important test. Phantom accepted the call.
But the JL had dealt with threats like this before, a million times-there was literally no need to answer the call.
Yet the little dumbass had.
And now Dan was at home, staying on the other side of the room away from Vlad, and watching the fight on TV.
Phantom takes a hit. Then another. Then another.
Good; he'll learn not to jump when the JL says jump, then.
Phantom goes down, disappears behind some rubble.
Dan doesn't care. He doesn't. Let the kid learn a lesson.
Phantom doesn't get up.
Just like Jazz didn't get up.
Or Sam, or Tucker, or his mom or his dad-
Dan sees red.
He barely hears Vlad as he rips a portal to the fight and steps out, in his own ghost form, and decks the bad guy-some demon named Trigun or whatever, fucking weeb-so hard he knocks the guy back.
The fight pauses.
"You touched the twerp," Dan growls, voice distorting and allowing his powers to manifest at full capacity for the first time in years, "So you get to lose your head."
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selenityshiroi · 10 months
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Zelda travelling around Hyrule after the Calamity and people are tripping over themselves to tell her stories about the Hero because they love that feral cryptid mad man and are so proud of him
'I met him when I was about to get eaten by a Hinox...he jumped off a horse, fired 12 arrows in the blink of an eye and then got smacked in the face with a tree...but then he came back and hacked away at it's legs with this stupidly big sword until it finally died'
'He was wearing this weird patched together mask that looked like a monster but he made enough curry for everyone so we didn't like to ask'
'But...the hero was a girl? She wore these lovely green silks and every time she came out of the Gerudo Canyon she had a bag full of electric safflina to sell to Beedle over there. The Gerudo think she's an amazing fighter, which says a lot, and she always thanked me for looking after her horses when she went into the desert'
'I swear to Hylia that he ran through here wearing nothing but his underwear and a mask shaped like a leaf...claimed he was looking for the Children of the Forest. Sorry, Princess, but I'm not sure he was quite right in the head at the time'
'He used to creep in here silently wearing this grey mask and with enough lizards and beetles that we could make enough elixirs to last for a month. Not sure I ever saw his face without it'
And the entire time Link is stood neatly dressed, three steps away, listening to every word and no one pays him the slightest bit of attention. Because none of them cotton on that 'prim and proper Royal Knight' Link and 'I will defeat this Lynel with a stick, a pot lid and a bucket load of adrenaline' Wild Child Hero is the same man. Especially with how many masks he owned.
When they walk away and are out of sight and earshot Zelda just raises her eyebrow with a smile and he is like '...I can explain...it made sense at the time'
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hattersarts · 6 months
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i avoided fighting 2/3rd of the thorm family in the shadow lands by the power of my kys beam.
also i know the astarion one wouldn't make sense he would be all over sunscreen to retain his youthful skin but listen this is funnier and what if fearun sunscreen was just horribly oily and pore blocking.
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cock-holliday · 9 months
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US transphobes are running with a new gotcha of “you never hear about WOMEN becoming MEN, hmmm curious!” and everyone is saying that you don’t hear about it because trans men are completely under the radar and like…that’s not true!
Did I hallucinate the “little girls are mutilating their bodies” “mentally ill girls are taking hormones” “what happened to our lesbians” “you wanna be a man I guess I can hit you” arguments that have been made for years??? Some of the main talking points of JKR???Hello!?
People are erasing trans men and it’s YOU TOO!
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