#this is way too long

[chazzielynx]

Some Random Listener Headcanons I Wrote Down Part One

- Darlin likes cuddling in close and making Sam play a little with his powers while doing it. A little flame or sth like that. They like it because they can feel the dim light of his core that way. (Extra angsty points = they do that bc they can't bridge with him)

- Starlight didn't like the name 'Starlight' at first because they love astronomy and didn't think they deserved that title. But Avior was stubborn and the more he uses it, the more they melt at him saying it.

- Freelancer loves being in the sun but their eyes are sensitive to light. Until they met Gavin, they used to wear sunglasses a lot, but now Gavin eases their light sensitivity with magic when they're out on a walk. They didn't notice him doing it at first but he had to confess it to them when they wanted to go on another hike with Huxley and thought they didn't need to take their sunglasses (He has to actively control it).

- Sweetheart has stomach issues because of the stress at work. When they told Milo, he started learning more about what kind of foods can help with that and integrated them into the meals he cooked on date nights.

- before Lovely was turned, they used to love late night drives in general but then also with Vincent. Now they're used to them so much they forgot about the love they had for city lights at night.

- Darlin (yes, again, leave me alone) drinks tea. They never really tell anyone that bc it doesn't really fit their image but Sam found their collection when he was looking for anything edible in their kitchen again. They like Scottish Breakfast and Sam learned how they make it so that he can make them a cup of it when he's drinking his coffee.

- Baabe reads romance books, all kinds, also spicy ones and Asher loves stealing their book when they gasp at the pages and reading the spicy scenes to try them out later.

- staying with the book theme: Coworker reads High Fantasy and goes on rants just like Lasko and he loves nothing more than having his head in their lap, letting them play with his hair absent-mindedly and listens to everything they tell him.

- Asset constantly argues with James about why they can't have tattoos. One of their technicians had some and they asked about it and now they genuinely don't understand why they can't also have tattoos (this one might be a little bit of a stretch but I think it's cute).

- Honey knits (possibly also crochet). Guy likes to mess with them when they count stitches but he only does that when their project isn't that complicated or important. He proudly wears every single sock they make him and always asks for more "Honey, can I get one that says 'i am the best boyfriend ever but all I got were these lousy socks?'" followed by a pillow thrown at his head.

- Baby (Ollie's Listener) loves fairy lights. They hang them up everywhere all year round. Ollie had to set the rule in place that they aren't allowed to put up more without defending their case in front of a judge (which is Ollie and their cat).

- Bestie loves dyeing their hair on a regular basis. Not in the impulsive way, they genuinely just love looking different every two weeks and combining colours.

- Smartass likes to sing. It took them a while to be comfortable singing in front of Aaron. Once, they hadn't heard him come home and he listened to them sing in the kitchen while he just sat in the hallway. They almost tripped over him. Now he sometimes asks them to sing sth when he's holding them bc he loves hearing and feeling them sing.

#the brain rot is real #this is way too long #and I'm not even done #redacted asmr #redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted #redactedaudio #headcanons

[yourlegacysnotyourstosee]

While you were at elf practice I broke into the arcade, vandalized the games, took all their quarters, bashed one with my crowbar, kicked it and pushed it over. Then I saw its blood on my sneakers

#this is way too long #but I had to get everything in one sentence #lemon demon #lemon demon spirit phone #cabinet man #omg neil cicierega 😍😍😍 #neil cicierega #elf practice #why werent you at elf practice #rudolph the red nosed reindeer

[richkidcityfriends]

your opinion on 2022 winter Olympics

okay so im assuming this is only about figure skating and i mean oml there was so much going on. below the cut bc i think this is gonna be long.

okay so FIRST OF ALL the kamila valieva situation. where to begin. (as a note: none of this is a statement on her except in relation to the 2022 olys)

the positive test being from rusnats and only being found out in february is weird. idk if we ever found out exactly why that happened? but i can only assume it was meddling from the russian end.

i think the media response was cruel, and i think part of that was a lot of people were trying to talk about it without knowing the full situation, but the amount of vicious hate and blame kamila received was unjustified. she was fifteen years old and in an abusive situation, to what extent she knew about the doping is irrelevant in my mind, the blame falls on the adults in power (mainly her coaches). eteri tutberidze is notoriously controlling and abusive, and there is no way any of that was happening without her being responsible. she controls the amount of WATER her skaters can drink. skating at that level, especially in russia, your coach is practically your primary guardian; if eteri told her to dope then there was pretty much nothing she could do. only eteri girls were ever going to go to the olympics, if she switched coaches that would have ended her life's goal (and the way they train is so all-consuming that to not get to the olympics at all would have felt life shattering).

should she have been been allowed to skate? i dont think so. at least partially bc it essentially proves to coaches that you can "get away with" doping as long as the people you are drugging are children. obviously having an athlete who has taken performance enhancing drugs is unfair to everyone else, but that goes without saying. HOWEVER i do understand the worry that the test could have been wrong or she might not have known, either way it would have been unfair to her. (the "irreparable harm" quote is always taken out of context - they meant that if she skated and was found guilty they could strip her of the medal, but if she was banned and found innocent there was no fixing it). ultimately though i think letting her skate was the wrong decision (especially since the case STILL hasnt been settled).

i dont think eteri told her to throw the free to make sure the others got their medals, because she looked so traumatised afterwards and eteri reacted so badly (ive never understood this theory tbh)

that was the first scandal from the olys but oml it was definitely not the last. there was so much going on. olympics from hell. lets talk about the womens podium.

(but first a note on ultra c elements: do i think the sport is suffering because of the increased value placed on jumps? yes. do i think artistry is important? absolutely. do i think there is a conversation to be had about the morals of training young children (especially girls) to do dangerous jumps that cause permanent damage to their bodies? one hundred fucking percent. things need to change in this sport. however. i will make repeated references to whether or not someone is jumping ultra c when discussing the podium, because that is how its scored atm, and i do think that they aren’t irrelevant (it is a sport, athletic feats are also important) just please please know that i am also taking artistry into account its just harder to objectively phrase in a short paragraph and this is already long enough). okay caveat over. please no one attack me. lets go.

look i KNOW the most pressing question is do i think anna deserved gold HOWEVER. have you considered. did anna deserve to be sent to the olympics at all. and this makes me insane because like?? skating like she did at the olys?? yeah she probably deserved to be there!! so it kinda seems mean to talk about this but ALSO i feel like we definitely have to not forget it so. the russian olympic team was pretty much based off of the podium for rusnats, which that year was kamila, sasha, anna. but anna in third place was veryyy controversial bc like. she had no ultra c elements at all (and her tech is DODGY so without them it gets even harder to justify her high scores) but elizaveta had a triple axel (and better tech) so a LOT of people thought that she should have come third, but rusfed just wanted to send anna to the olys instead (which i pretty much agree with).

but okay whether you like it or not she DID make the olympic team so. womens olympic podium. a grenade of a question. everyone is allowed their own opinions on it im not saying anyone is wrong if they think differently!!!!! also im only going to talk about the top five bc this is already wayyy too long.

i know on tiktok a while back the popular opinion was that wakaba should’ve been gold, which i don’t really agree with, however she absolutely should not have been fifth. no doubt in my mind she should have been at LEAST fourth, if not third. kamila should have been behind her i don’t care how many quads she was attempting, she fell like five times. she got through on reputation and the eteri bonus alone. kaori did skate cleanly, but with no triple c, and her tech isn’t great on some of her jumps, so wakaba (who fell on a jump, but had a triple axel, and generally better tech and artistry imo) could have come third and i would have been happy. anna i go back and forth on, because her artistry is alright, and technically she does jump quads, but her tech skills are SO questionable (her quad lutz is neither a quad nor a lutz). the tech bar for quads is lower than for triples, and i do kinda think that makes sense, but her quad tech is worse than most of the other quad jumping girls so it’s a fair comparison. i don’t think she deserved gold, but im never fully sure about silver either. honestly her, wakaba, and kaori can fight it out for second/third/fourth. in terms of actual skaters i like wakaba best, in terms of who performed best on the day i think you could make a compelling argument for any order.

that of course leaves sasha in first place. i know she fell on her triple axel in the short, but the only people who didn’t fall at all were anna (i’ll talk about her last) and kaori, and while triple c elements aren’t the only important thing, the skater who fell on one and landed five kind of has to be above the skater who attempted none at all, imo, so that puts kaori out of the running. wakaba fell once as well, and she definitely has the edge on artistry, but i don’t think sashas artistry was as bad as a lot of people say, especially in her short, so i don’t think thats quite enough to put wakaba ahead of sasha overall. sasha’s tech skills were so much higher than the rest of the skaters that i think it would be almost impossible to bridge that gap with artistry alone. lastly theres anna, who ofc actually won the ogm. two clean skates, slightly better artistry, much worse tech (i know sasha’s tech isn’t perfect either, but she’s definitely better – id say thanks to plushenko). annas tech should have been called, if not her edges then at least for prerotation. sasha fell on a triple axel and anna landed a double in the short, sasha landed five quads and anna landed two in the free. taking into account how poor her quad tech is, i don’t think that her artisty is enough to pass sasha.

however!!!! again i want to reiterate!!!!! everyone is allowed their own opinions on this!!! i do not give a damn if you think that anastasiia shabotova should have come first!!!! go you!!! to each their own <3

now for something that i do think you can wrong about. the reaction to sashas reaction to the scores was appalling. she was seventeen years old (a CHILD) in an extremely high stress situation and had been told by her (abusive, manipulative) coaches that if she landed all five quads she would win, and when this turned out to be untrue she got upset and had what was clearly a panic attack, asked not to be filmed and was ignored by every cameraman in the area, had to immediately go in front of millions of people while still being a mess, and was then attacked from all angles for being “ungrateful” and “showing bad sportsmanship.” show some empathy. (especially ppl who are still giving out about it now “on behalf of anna” when they seemed to be at least friendly again as soon as the very next day)

OKAY WE’RE ALMOST DONE i mostly only follow women’s so the rest of this is going to be brief

sui/han deserved ogm, my sister and i were rooting for miura/kihara to do well but we knew there was no chance for a medal. loving seeing them do so well rn.

nathan chen’s costume was ridiculous. last time i said my nathan chen take i got eaten alive on tiktok so im not gonna say much about him. he did deserve gold tho.

scoring felt harsh on yuzuru. wish he’d gotten another ogm but it wasn’t meant to be. im glad he got to attempt the quadruple axel at the olympics at least.

papadakis/cizeron ogm deserved.

oh MY god i forgot about the team event. pls someone save me. im so sorry i know no one wants this much. this isn’t even the worst i can do. i have talked at my friends for hours straight before about figure skating. i cant help it i have no control. we are going to ignore the team event okay. Just give them their medals. pls. i beg. they still don’t have their medals. i know it sucks for the rest of the russian team if they lose the gold bc kamila was stripped but you have to give the rest of them their medals.

anyway if you made it until the end here is a gold star ⭐ i don’t know how you did it.

#i am SO sorry #this is way too long #but anyway yes here is a brief (yes ik but i promise this is brief) overview of my most pressing olys 2022 opinions #yes this is almost 2000 words long and yes i wrote it instead of my english hw #oh also when i say you in the post that is the impersonal you. one. no part of it is directed in particular at anyone!!!! #im not giving out to anyone!!! #altho if anyone has any questions or anything pls ask and i will elaborate #asks #figure skating #roboobin #also idk if this is even legible its the middle of the night and im sick

[the-ferocious-kittyrose]

On a scale from 1 to 10 how messed up is your version of Michael? (How much stuff he is post scoop or if scoop doesn't happen how messed up he is mental)

Poor thing is a definite 10

TW: brief mention of self harm

He doesn’t get scooped in my AU, but he’s got the trauma to make up for it.

William spoiled him with toys and video games, but he totally missed the memo that parents are supposed to spend time with their kids.

He was also harsh and had stupidly high expectations. Mike could build the parthenon, and William would find something wrong with it.

But he never considered it abuse, and it took him a long time to accept that it was. He had friends who’s fathers would beat them black and blue, William never did that.

His mom left when he was eight. She was young and never really wanted kids, but William insisted that it was just what they were supposed to do. She loved her sons, but she wasn’t happy being a mom. She was addicted to Valium pills and one day just up and left with a man she had an affair with, leaving little Mike sobbing in the drive way.

She tried to write letters to Mike and Evan, but William always intercepted them before the boys could see them, leaving Mike to believe his mom had truly abandoned him.

Mike loved Evan. He teared up when baby Evan first squeezed his finger in his little baby fist. But things soured as they got older. Mike was jealous of Evan, and angry at the world. But he never meant for it to end the way it did.

He fell into a severe depression after Evan’s death. He wasn’t even allowed to go to the funeral. He couldn’t eat or sleep as the guilt ate away at him. He took to cutting himself. Partly as a form of self punishment, and partly just to feel something.

William couldn’t even stand to look at him. His abuse became worse and worse, and Mike couldn’t even be mad because he felt like he deserved it.

He watched from afar as William slowly lost his mind.

He snuck into William’s basement office once and was nauseous at the sight of the broken bloody Fredbear animatronic wrapped in Evan’s blanket and surrounded by toys and rotting cake. William found him, and it was the first time he ever beat him.

When the missing children incident happened, Mike didn’t know what to think. Half of him couldn’t believe it. Sure his dad was creepy, and he’d hurt him, but he had a reason to hurt him, he didn’t have a reason to hurt innocent kids. The other half of him accepted the truth. His father was a monster.

The time William was taken into police custody was the most stressful time of his life.

Eventually William was released due to insufficient evidence, he came home acting chipper like nothing was wrong and even looking at him made Mike sick to his stomach.

One day, Henry was at the house for dinner, and Mike found the courage to call William out on his phony behavior directly. Something in William snapped. He grabbed a knife and started chasing Mike, swinging the knife like a mad man, screaming that he wanted him dead. Mike ran outside while Henry wrestled the knife away from William.

Henry brought Mike back to his house and tried to comfort him as he sobbed, “he tried to kill me. Why’d he try to kill me?”

William showed up a few hours later, demanding to have Mike back. Mike listened to William and Henry screaming at each other as he hid in the bathroom, quietly sobbing and trembling.

They found Charlie’s body the next morning, and William went missing. Mike blamed himself, and he believed Henry must too.

He had gotten back into contact with his mother during the time William was in custody. It was awkward. He was relieved she had actually tried to contact him, but he was still mad at her for leaving, and after years apart, things just weren’t the same.

But she did offer to let him stay with her, and since he felt like a burden to Henry, he accepted.

Henry took his own life shortly after Mike left. Once again,he blamed himself.

For years afterwards, he tried hiding from everything. Desperately avoiding all the news stations and true crime “detectives” that wanted to interview him. He was done with Freddy’s, but Freddy’s wasn’t done with him.

“ITS ME”

“SAVE THEM”

He had consistent nightmares and “hallucinations” of the animatronics. The thought he was going crazy, but it felt way too real to all be in his head.

He moved back to Hurricane, applied for the night guard position under a fake name, and witnessed the haunted Animatronics first hand.

The pizzeria shuts down soon after, due to a lack of business and a strong stench of rot. The building was barricaded and the animatronics were dismantled.

He eventually reached out to the families of the missing children, telling them that the ghost stories were true and explaining what he saw. They deserved to know the truth, right?

Most of them wanted absolutely nothing to do whith him, which he understood. But a few, more open minded people seemed interested. Older siblings of the kids who had died. Some didn’t actually believe him and wanted proof he wasn’t bullshitting, others were just desperate for answers and closure. They agreed to meet at the shut down restaurant.

It was immediately more dangerous than Michael thought it would be, because the animatronics seemed to have reassembled themselves. He wanted everyone to get the hell out, but now that they knew Mike was telling the truth, they needed to investigate and find out what really happened.

While snooping around they found a sealed off room that reeked of death. They opened it and unknowingly freed stringtrap, the killer, William Afton.

But he wasn’t William Afton anymore. Years of tortuous pain, starvation, and isolation, had reduced him to a feral zombi like creature. Michael doesn’t know which is worse.

Springtrap attacked the group and every time Michael would throw himself in front of them and try to sacrifice himself for the others. He wasn’t always successful in helping them, as one of the group got his arm torn of and eaten by springtrap.

Eventually the group decided “fuck this place,” and started a fire to destroy it for good. The escaped just intime to watch the building be engulfed with flame, with springtrap inside.

Killing his father didn’t bring him joy or anguish or anything that he had expected. He didn’t really feel anything.

Mike grew close to the group, especially Danny, the foster sister of Cassidy. She was very iffy about him at first obviously, they all were, but she knew that none of what happened was actually his fault. She admitted to Mike that when she first started to warm up to him, she felt like she was betraying Cassidy, but after seeing how selfless and brave he could be, she thinks that Cassidy would’ve liked him.

Over time, the two of them developed a romantic relationship, and decide to fuck off to the other side of the country. They didn’t want anything to do with Freddie’s ever again.

They had a son named Evan (Gregory), and around the time he was 4-5, Freddy’s started, unfortunately, making a comeback. Evan asked if he could go, but his parents vehemently refused. They were a bit overprotective but they were also right.

One day Evan goes to Freddy’s without his parents’ knowledge and becomes the target for a William Afton copy cat killer. He escapes unharmed but it was still massively traumatizing, for him and his parents.

In the end, Michael is trying to move on and recover, and in some ways he has. He’s much happier as an adult than he ever was as a kid/teen. But the past keeps popping up again and again, threatening to destroy the new life he’s built.

#this is way too long #sorry about that lol #five nights at freddy's #fnaf #michael afton #william afton

[icebear4president]

Let’s talk about Starclan shall we, and how they’re not as good and righteous as they make themselves out to be.

I think the scariest thing about starclan isn't the possibility that they are masterminds who have it all planned out, and are in control of everything. It's that, as the books have shown, they are just as prone to mistakes as the mortal cats below, they just don't want admit it. And the thought that the spiritual force that you count on and pray to, in the face of all dangers, both natural and supernatural, is just as prone to mistakes, lies, pettiness, and stagnation as you would be terrifying to the Clan cats. Like seriously, every time Starclan manages to screw up again, I am more and more convinced that Sol and Bluestar were definitely right.

Speaking of StarClan cats and the game of chess they play with the living cats, it makes it feel like StarClan causes all this discord and chaos, or at the very least stokes it, simply because they find it interesting, caring not for the happiness of the lives they meddle with. As well as the implications that they can’t physically help the living cats, but when their precious paradise was threatened by the Dark Forest they could suddenly manifest physical-like bodies and fight? Righteous and unselfish am I right.

Lastly, they kind of provided valid proof of how Starclan just simply uses and abuses cats in the living world. A big example would be Goosefeather. They gave him a curse to be able to see the future and past. Yet he couldn't control it for it would make it worse. They gave him a power he couldn't even control.

#warrior cats #wc #warriors #this is way too long #starclan

[cheezewhis]

Love people calling out bad Dracula adaptations *cough*Coppola*cough* BUT I'd like to remind people that there are several good ones out there, despite being unfaithful adaptations.

Nosferatu (1922) for example is super creepy and makes literally zero attempts to have Dracula seem sympathetic. Even it's remake couldn't do that (though it is a great remake).

Also in Nosferatu, Mina is explicitly the hero and the only person who gets stuff done. (FYI this was an illegal adaptation so character names are different)

Dracula (1931) is also really good. It was early in the sound era and it's adapting a play so it's a tad slow, but the acting is fantastic. This is THE most iconic Dracula for a reason. Bela Lugosi was considered a stud at the time so they do make him sexy, but he's still unsympathetic.

They also make it clear that Mina is not into him.

Most importantly, this has the best Renfield I've ever seen. He's completely unhinged, but you see these glimpses of humanity. His mental state does not make him immoral and he is played wonderfully by my boy Dwight Frye.

Horror of Dracula is another sexy one, but it's Christopher Lee, I don't think he could be ugly if he tried. He really played the count in a very "ordinary gent until he turns into a wild fucking animal" and its rad. The women sadly are not given a lot, but there's like 5 sequels and some of them have great leading ladies. While they do make this Drac sexy, they don't romantizise it. Silver linings.

This also has my favorite Van Helsing, though admittedly, he is nothing like the book.

None of these are very book accurate but the all kick ass without making it romantic. None of these are super gorey either if that's a concern. The most is Horror of Dracula and it only has some blood.

Just for fun if you like vampire romance, but hate it with Drcaula:

Blacula is actually really fucking good. Honestly this movie handles the romance trope really well because the romance isn't built entirely from sex, like there's actual connection. Also this movie understands the tragedy that would be inflicted onto Mina if this were to happen. Like it's not just fell sad for man hour. This does have some blood also.

Last fun fact: Blacula was the first Dracula (adjacent) movie to have the resurrected wife trope, but the trope itself came from The Mummy 1933! That's right bitches! The first Mummy movie was way back when. Long before those magical 1990s.

EDIT: Forgot the 1979 Dracula with the tagline: A Love Story. It actually does the sexiness well too cause like Minas just kind of into him? It honestly didn't feel super romanticized like it was just Minas into it. It's not perfect but it has a good Drac and THE scariest bloofer lady.

ALSO: A reblog mentioned Dead & Loving It and I'm ashamed I didn't think of it first. Smh. I'm not going for accuracy with this but tbh this is the most accurate Van Helsing.

I know there are other versions people love but I don't want to recommend movies I haven't seen, so don't worry I your favorite isn't here!

I've seen the 1974 one but I was simultaneously writing fanfic so I remember nothing from it sorry.

#this is way too long #infodump #? #dracula #dracula daily #recomendations #horror movies

[pretty-lonely-world]

This is toooo long now

#scenemo #scene #metalhead #haircare #haircut #this is way too long #i need to cut this shit

[spaceorphan18]

Scenes from December (21/24)

Klaine Advent Day Twenty-One : Give

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December, 2068

Kurt sat comfortably in his big, dark green lounge chair, pushing his glasses up his nose so he could read his magazine better.  It was almost midnight, and he really wanted nothing more than to go to bed, but he knew that wasn’t going to happen for another, oh, twelve minutes.  Blaine was his identical chair, the coffee table splitting them as it had done so for who knows how many years.  He was on his tablet, scrolling through some kind of social media - but Kurt couldn’t make out the reflections dancing along Blaine’s glasses.  In a lot of ways - it was just another night, the same kind of average, quiet night they were used to these days.  

Until it wasn’t.  A loud, sharp buzzing noise sounded making Kurt jump.  He knew what it was -- Apple-Android’s latest Window Technology (A Window Into Your Home) that they had installed a few weeks ago.  But Kurt couldn’t still wasn’t used to the intensity of sound every time someone called them.  As a screen nearly as big as the wall began to descend from the ceiling, Kurt shot an annoyed look over to Blaine.  Why weren’t cell phones enough? Did they really need a ‘window’ into everyone else’s lives?  Maybe he was just too old for all of this. 

The alarm - signaling that someone was trying to call in, continued as both Kurt and Blaine tried to search for the remote control that had come with it.  Somewhere on the mess of the coffee table it had been placed, and now the two of them were scrambling to find it before they went completely deaf. However, they just weren’t as fast as they used to be.  Kurt, thankfully, found the remote under a stack of Blaine’s papers, but looking down at it, it felt like all the symbols were in a foreign language.  He began to push buttons in an attempt to just make it stop.  

“Why is it so loud?” Kurt grumbled as he repeatedly hit the green button.  Why didn’t the green button work? That didn’t make any sense.  

“I think Tracy turned it up because she thought we couldn’t hear it and kept missing our calls.” Blaine tried to grab the remote from him, but Kurt pulled it away.  

“Did it occur to her that maybe I was just ignoring them?” 

“Give me that,” Blaine successfully snatched the remote from his hand, and in a second, he managed to make the alarm stop.  “You know, you’re going to have to learn how to do this sooner or later,” he said, as the screen loaded.  

Kurt grumbled, moving back into his chair.  “Isn’t that why I have you?” 

Blaine had a retort on his tongue - but was cut off by the image of their granddaughter appearing on screen.    

“Hi Grandpa, hi Pop-Pop.”  Emma (age twenty-one) yawned wide as she eagerly but very tiredly said hello.  

“What are you doing calling us?” Blaine asked.  “It has to be four in the morning over there?” The ‘there’ was London - where she was studying history and literature on a study abroad program.  As much as it was a family tradition to call each other on New Year’s Eve - they hadn’t expected her to ring in.  

“Hmmm, five I think,” Emma said, checking her clock.  “Don’t worry - I celebrated and went to bed hours ago.  I just set an alarm so I wouldn’t miss this.” 

Kurt softened.  “Oh, honey, you didn’t have to do that…” 

She smiled at them.  “I know, but I wanted to.”  Before they could chat any longer, another alarm screamed at them - signifying a new caller.  Blaine looked blankly at the remote, not sure which to push.  Emma grinned, amused.  “It’s the orange one, Pop-Pop. I think Mom’s trying to call in.” 

A button push later and Katie appeared on screen, sitting next to her husband on the couch, both with a glass of wine in their hands.  “Happy New Year from Columbus,” they said, waving.  “Oh, hey, I think Tracy’s wanting to get on - hold on.” 

Before Kurt (or Blaine) could even react, Tracy popped on screen - her two boys (Arnold - age thirteen and Demetri - age eleven) in the foreground arguing over some handheld video game thing.  “Boys, BOYS! Stop - we do not do this in front of your grandfathers.”  Kurt chuckled a little as Tracy wrestled the toy out of their hands.  “You can get this back next year.” 

The boys groaned at her bad joke, followed by an obligatory hello to their grandfathers.  

“Okay,” Katie said, looking at her watch, “we’ve got about seven minutes - Trace, did you give dad the number of that guy who will look at his hip?” 

“No - I gave it to Papa, because we all know how much Dad likes being told what to do.” 

Kurt grumbled again.  “You guys can all calm down - I don’t need a hip replacement.” 

“Yes you do,” Katie, Tracy, and Blaine said at the same time.  

“Kurt, you’ve been complaining about your hip for years,” Blaine said.  “Besides - you get it replaced, and I’ll be able to see you do the Single Ladies dance once again before I die.” 

“Oh, my god,” Katie let out in a huff.  Tracy pinched her nose.  

“What’s The Single Ladies Dance?” Arnold asked, confused.  

“Oh, just an old dance done by the singer Beyonce,” Tracy explained.  

“Who’s Beyonce?” Demetri asked.

“Oh, my god I feel old,” Tracy let out a sigh. 

“At least they won’t ever have to experience it,” Katie said - reminiscing.  “Remember the time we walked in on some kind of weird, private Single Ladies dance Dad was giving for Pop?” 

“Talk about something I can never unsee,” Tracy replied. 

“Um, ew,” Emma said.  “Why do I suddenly know things about my grandparents that I didn’t need to know?”

“Believe me - we didn’t want to know either,” Katie retorted.

Kurt shot Blaine a look, but couldn’t help but be amused by the turn in the conversation.  

The phone rang for a fourth, and final time, and this time Blaine knew exactly what to do, pushing the orange button so that Katie’s younger daughter, Abby (age eighteen) popped on screen.  She was, however, outside in a large and rather loud crowd, her arm around another girl.  They both were covered in glitter and confetti, and both were wearing sparkling hats with the year 2069 printed on them in gold.  

“Hi everyone!” she called out.  “You guys remember my girlfriend, Calie, right?” 

Kurt couldn’t remember if he did or not - but his granddaughter looked happy, and who knows what would happen with young love.  It made him smile.  “Where are you guys calling from?” 

“Times Square!” Abby shouted.  “And don’t worry - we’re being safe! We’re also gonna come crash at your place once everyone clears out.” 

“Oh, sweetie, you don’t want to wake your grandfathers,” Katie interjected.  “Don’t you have a friend’s place you could crash at?” 

“They already said yesterday I could,” Abby argued. “Would you rather me end up in some crack house?” 

“Abbs, you can come to my place - it’s fine,” Tracy offered.  “We can go out for breakfast with your grandfathers tomorrow.  And you can help us talk Grandpa into getting the hip replacement he needs.” 

“Trace, keep me in on the loop with that, okay?” Katie added.

“Have you noticed they’ve started talking about us as if we’re not really here?” Kurt asked.  

Blaine grinned. “Hey - at least they’re still talking about us.” 

“Hush, everyone,” Abby said excitedly. “The ball is starting to drop.” 

Abby muted her phone, and the apartment grew quiet.  Everyone watched as the seconds ticked away, the last moments of the old year fading away into something new…

#klaine advent 2022 #s.o. writes things #klaine #klaine fic #this is way too long #at least i amused myself writing it

[luck-and-larceny]

Prompt 2: Bolt

You know what intuition is, right?

There are debates about this because there are debates about everything. We were created to question everything. And we don't always reach the same conclusions. So we debate because an incredible thing about us is that we don't want to be alone. Not physically. Not spiritually. And not intellectually either. We want to share. We don't always reach the same conclusions, no, but gods do we want to. That's kind of adorable, isn't it?

I digress. This story isn't about the beauty of mankind. 

It's about the opposite.

So. Intuition. One argument is that it is a magical impulse, a 6th sense that mankind was gifted and did not develop properly that could ultimately make sense of our entire existence.

The other argument is that it's purely scientific. We receive so many different cues day to day that our brains cannot possibly process them all. Intuition is our brain making sense of something it started to catch from one of our other senses, but that we were not actively paying attention to.

So. Because I'm me and I can see the merits and flaws in both of these ideas, I say it's both. Our brains might be processing input it can't fully sort out. But it knows something is wrong anyway. How is that not a kind of magic?

At any rate, it's definitely Nymeian. A sense that tells us "Something is going to happen, but you have to guess what!" and that you can't always entirely trust and that you aren't always guaranteed to even have at a pivotal moment? Fickle magic. Who else but Lady Luck could be to blame for such an unreliable gift?

I was 16 years old and wearing a different name when I realized that. Gangly, underfed, uncertain, and uncared for, I worked (I'll use that term loosely here) for an abusive group of traveling bards/cutthroats/bandits. My side job for them was an extremely unsafe acrobatics show. The more unsafe it was the more money it made. Them. Not me of course.

My main job was picking pockets from the crowds of people that the shows would draw. While the crowd gawked at whatever was on the stage (good or horrendously bad, it did not matter), I took their belongings. Again, for the caravan. Not for myself. If I was found to have kept anything it would be taken from me. And not gently either. Cutthroat bandits aren't known for their tenderness, not even when they're very good at singing.

It was storming the day I ran away. Not actively where I was, but in the distance. The sky looked clear where we were; I could even see the stars staring down at me from above to remind me that I wasn't entirely alone with the Nameless Caravan. They were there too. And since none of us really want to be alone, I was grateful, at least, for the company of the stars.

But despite the clear sky, there was a gentle, tentative rain that took its time falling down in that part of the Shroud where the Nameless had decided to set up camp. And every now and then my ears would twitch as they caught the sound of far off, distant thunder somewhere else.

Water is Nymeia's element. I didn't know that then. I knew surprisingly little then. But I know that now. And she doesn't always like to be alone either, so sometimes she visits with other gods. Sometimes water meets with wind and lightning. Sometimes you get a divine storm.

Out of the corner of my eye I swore I saw a bolt of lightning race diagonally across a distant sky.

Anyway, that night I prayed for escape. And that was the first time I felt what intuition was. Somehow I knew when and where to run.I felt it on my skin and in my veins. My heart raced. Something electric coursed through my veins. I felt a pull in my stomach and chest. I felt my head turn in the right direction, the direction of the storm, and I felt in my core the call of intuition insisting that I  "Run."

And so I did. I bolted. 

I ran towards the storm, not away from it. I ran until I was out of breath and then I ran some more, my own breath replaced by the gift of wind. When dehydrated, I had the rain. I became the lightning's twin, racing across the horizon. I became the storm I and when I did I became free! There is chaos in a storm, yes. But there is freedom too! Nymeian intuition had transformed me.

But we're all flawed aren't we? And Nymeia is so restless, so easily bored. Like the rain, she only sticks around so long before she's got somewhere else to be. And the goddess wears a veil anyway, making it difficult to ever know what you're looking at. 

So we make mistakes. We can mistake lust for love. We can mistake comfort for happiness. And we can mistake when Nymeia is telling you to run away for her telling you to take a chance and stay.

I felt something tonight. It was Nymeia’s magic pull, but I was far too drunk to understand what it was telling me.

But I didn't perform tonight. I just wanted to be entertained. She performed instead. And she was incredible. Her voice was captivating. The way she moved was mesmerizing. If we had been near the ocean, I'd have assumed she was a siren. 

A beautiful woman at the bar kept buying me drinks. I was surprised by this. Not because an attractive person was buying my drinks– that happens from time to time– but because I thought I should have been buying hers. And I would have had I anything in my pockets but stolen trinkets.

See, I often perform songs here. Sometimes well even!

And sometimes, well…

She made eye contact with me the whole time. I didn't think anything of it. Not even when my heart began to race and I felt the spark in my veins. That is what a crush feels like too. How could I not have a crush on this woman?

Maybe she was.

And then when she was done she bought my drinks.  I couldn't buy her anything, so I told her stories. I told more and more of them as she bought me more and more drinks. And when she asked me my name, I told her: Malika.

My heart beat even faster then. 

Outside, rain poured down from the sky. Lightning flashed. 

If this woman had asked me to go home with her, go anywhere with her!, I'd have said yes.

She did not ask me to go anywhere. 

Instead, she leaned over the bar, sweetly kissed my cheek, and whispered into my ear: "The Nameless want me to tell you that they haven't forgotten what you did, Aerrie."

And then she left.

And so did the man sitting to the right of me.

And two more in the crowd.

And with them everything that had been in my pockets. They had been other people's things until I stole them and then they became mine. And now they are no longer mine.

I was found to have had something and they took it from me. Same as always.

Will they kill me?

And I am still here in this shitty, little bar. When I leave here I will never return here again.

But I have to get out first.

I am desperately drunk. My heart is racing and I want to bolt…  But I am not sure if this is Nymeia telling me to follow her out into the freedom of the storm right this minute– or if this is fear casting a veil over her real message. If I run outside… will they be waiting for me?

Well, fuck.

I don't know what to do. I only know that doing something is almost always better than nothing. 

And I don’t want to be alone right now.

Even the rain has wind and lightning to keep it company after all.

I reach for my linkpearl and pray for a spark of divine luck.

I pray for freedom.

#FFXIVWrite #ffxivwrite2022 #Bolt #Writings #Malika #Oops #This is way too long

[unorthodox-oblivion]

what's your favorite lost season? (i know it's hard! lol)

HERE IS YOUR WARNING - IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN LOST OR IF YOU'RE STILL WATCHING IT FOR THE FIRST TIME, PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS. Ok, ok, ok. I'm definitely in a pickle lol

Hard doesn't even begin to define it.

Lost is a show that makes you question things. As a first (and, for now, only) time viewer, season 1 made me question my eyes. At first glance, things might seem to be one way, but it isn't until you take a closer look that you see the full picture. While I was able to call quite a few of the "plot twists" (and I blame that solely on watching too much television and specifically studying the structure of scripted tv for a living), I still caught myself analyzing characters and situations and questioning my judgement. It feels addictive and fulfilling and like a punch in the gut and a warm hug at the same time. This could definitely be a favorite for me.

Season 2 took me on a journey I didn't expect to enjoy, which only made it all the more pleasurable. While I can appreciate sci-fi, it's not exactly a genre I gravitate towards, but the writers managed to make it interesting for me - a very picky human - and I appreciate them a little extra for it. Season 2 also introduces Desmond *insert heart eyes here*. And as a viewer, I got a few things I really wanted, which is always good. If I go for a technical analysis, cinematography, writing, editing and what not are amazing, but, in spite of that, I wouldn't rank it as my favorite. It didn't click with me as much as other seasons did.

Season 3 kept me on my toes. The more solid introduction of The Others, the uncertainty of the fate of the love triangle... We get Juliet and Ben who, with their qualities and their faults, make fantastic additions to the ensemble and add so much to the story (more than the tailies ever did, since it feels to me like they were only there to really fill a narrative gap). But it pushes the boundaries of reality a little too much for me, the sci-fi is a little less tangible for me. I do believe this was when the writer's strike in the mid-to-late 2000s was starting to come about, so maybe that has something to do with that, but I wouldn't feel confident enough to vote this as a favorite either.

Season 4 clicks for me like Season 1 did. While I don't really love the new additions to the show (all the folks whose intentions you're constantly questioning), I'm VERY fond of the flashforwards and all the character development we get to witness watching them. I'm a big fan of character development and I feel like season 4 gave me a lot of that, even with the people who weren't part of the Oceanic 6 and whose lives during those few years we didn't get to see. We learn a lot more about the Others that interact with the survivors most often. Season 4 is the season where I feel like characters start to accept the changes the island brought to their, uh... character XD.

Season 5 has its pros and cons for me. That's the season where one of my favorite characters really stresses me out, but it kind of feels like the show gets a reset and we almost get to see things through a new lens, which I find very refreshing. But then the whole Jacob thing starts being more relevant to the story and my thoughts start to do backflips trying to keep up with a mess my far-from-religious brain can't quite wrap itself around. The flashforwards continue, and that makes me happy. And we get some Suliet, which also makes me happy. But it's not enough to make it a favorite, unfortunately.

Season 6... oh, season 6. The flashsideways had me jumping up and down with joy. As someone who loves AUs and what-ifs, that fed a very specific part of my soul that didn't even know I craved such content for the actual show. I find it interesting how they drew parallels in the flashsideways as well as the island between this season and season 1. I think it was a really smart way to wrap the show and bring things together with a tiny little red bow. It plays with the nostalgia a little bit and it's interesting. I know the show's ending is controversial, but I really enjoyed it and, while some questions are "left unanswered", I don't believe they're necessary. The whole Jacob and Man in Black stuff is totally meh for me, either way and kinda puts me off when it comes to some of the stuff happening on the island through the season.

All that being said... I think I'll stick to season 1 lmao, thanks for the ask @obsessivedaydreamer and I'm so sorry you had to read through all of that (if you even made it here).

I talk way too much, but if anyone wants to talk about Lost, I'm always game.

#lost #lost series #lost abc #lost analysis #favorite season of lost #ask #ask me anything #nalu answers #oh god what have i done #this is way too long

[nemesis-is-my-middle-name]

Ummm maybe

The leaders and protagonist where suppose to go to sinnoh as well but the unova dragons smelled the lost twin on them (twin are very important to uvona. alright.) and asked Plakia(or spacial/teleporting pokemon) if they could send those people over so they could talk to them.

Blue was standing close to red girl whoops

ooooooooooh wait i LOVE THIS. anon you're a mind reader bc i actually have been thinking a LOT abt the absolute story potential of the twins being blessed/chosen/etc by reshiram and zekrom.

unova legends have been having an Extended Argument with the creation trio over returning custody of their Guy (can't help, sorry, that's past us's problem, modern creation trio says, shrugging at them) and then another one of those stupid spacetime holes opens and THE WRONG PEOPLE come out of it. whatever. fine. their vibes feel sort of like their lost twin's? maybe there's something special about the leaders and the way their souls get linked with wardens that makes adaman and irida feel Uniquely Like Ingo in a way the other wardens don't. and then they also grab the hypothetical galaxy team whoever bc... idk. maybe the protagonist also has the correct Vibes. maybe it was bad aim. maybe resh/zek are just being petty at the creation trio like fine you take our special guy? well this one has arceus vibes so we're taking THEM. hows it feel. fuck you.

(actually maybe the hypothetical galaxy team person IS zisu and she just like. gets got by way of having been standing next to ingo in the training grounds for a while. idk. still havent decided)

adaman and irida are well on their way to reuniting with their wardens and then two GODS WHO AREN'T EVEN THEIRS show up? this is a delay fuckfuckfuck

(does emmet even actually KNOW he and ingo are like. chosen by them?? is he equipped to be translator/mediator here? or is he just as surprised as they are. i love both options)

#the nemesis answers #the nemesis speaks #anonymous #living history au #this is way too long #I JUST THINK LIKE #for how obvious the submas-legendaries parallel is #i have seen a shockingly low amount of people actually doing anything with that-plus-hisui-ingo

[catboyrichardkarinsky]

Yk what's funny? If i watch the mario movie in Hungarian i won't have to hear crisp rat

#what sucks though is guardians of the galaxy was one of my favorite movies a few years ago even before my marvel phase #and he's the main character in that :/ #but no one watched gotg movies for crisp rat. everyone cares about the random Howard the duck cameos more #no? just me? ok #this is way too long

[kalpasio]

HELLO???

masterlist masterlist 2 request list

Requests: Kalpas

if you would be ok with me writing your ideas for Kalpas, I'm open to asks!

update: I'm still fine with taking asks! but!! at this point I have a couple and it will take me more than a month to get to any new ones so please just be aware it'll take me some time!

I will always take asks about your headcannons or my own, but any longer works are written on a whim. I do not control the writing, I merely write until my wrist falls off and hope that the words make a complete sentence.

Genuinely my interests in a character will change overnight, you would not believe the wip pile I have because my brain suddenly decides it hates the character it was obsessed with 2 hours ago

A lot of my works are just a bunch of small hcs or scenarios I have thought of or seen smashed together so if you send me hcs or I post some in response to an ask I will always try to link those to the work. I want to make sure people get credit for their ideas, even if they're on anon.

Feel free to call me Zaria or Zari (or Tamale if you're coming from ao3)

Or whatever really, so long as I can tell you're referring to me

she/her/they doesn't bother me either way

I'm a college student who enjoys writing in my free time (I know this is like code for "I'm a bad writer with 2 stories and then I drop off the grid" but I promise I genuinely write for stress relief, and I am very stressed at school so we'll be good!)

I mostly write fluff and angst x reader

As of now, I don't think I'll be writing nsfw mostly because my ace ass hasn't even been in a relationship and I want to become more comfortable with writing in general first.

That being said! I'm 100% here for short nsfw headcannons or asks so please minors DNI. If I do end up writing any smut it'll probably end up on ao3, though I will post a link here.

Speaking of asks

Asks/not-requests

If you just wanna post something, that's chill

If you want my thoughts on something, that's chill

If you wanna ask questions or talk about something I've written, that's chill

I'm not comfortable writing for or talking about minors, though there are a few characters I am ok with writing for if they're aged up (Damian Wayne or certain Persona characters off the top of my head)

Non-con is a hard no. Yandere is almost always a no. Dub-con is on thin fucking ice and usually depends on a whole lot of things.

Sometimes Tumblr eats asks!! If you think you sent something that was totally reasonable and I don't respond to it in like a couple weeks, try sending it again!

(at the end of the day, if you send something I'm not comfortable with, I'll let you know, or in extreme cases I just won't respond, so don't stress about it too much!)

Honestly I'm going to be writing either way, and I really just want to get my stories out on the odd chance someone has the same interest. Some of these stories are kinda niche or the reader has traits that I personally have or want for them. If someone enjoys them, great! If it's not your cup of tea, that's fine too! They'll be here until Tumblr gets sold off for the 57th time and loses so much money the shoestring holding it together falls apart.

Sorry for the super long post, List of games I've played below, it's even longer don't even look at it.

Fire Emblem:

Sacred Stones (ask me about Boston Grandma)

Awakening (If Camilla is dragon mommy, Cherche is dragon mom and I love her more)

Fates (Oh please don't start a fight)

Three Houses (oh please don't start a fight)

Like half of Radiant Dawn (Thank you Vimm's lair)

Heroes (You can always tell when Cuboon draws the art)

Overwatch (I have yet to play 2 and I'm not sure I want to)

Honkai Impact (HoS has modified my mind and now she and the flame chasers own me)

I am also fine with writing for APHO! I actually have a story in the works for the MC (man's got like 20 names)

Genshin Impact (Ohhh I could make a bonfire from this wip pile)

Legend of Zelda Breath of the Wild (I have like four other loz games and just haven't played them. Thank you Vimm's lair)

Kid Icarus (I used to have the biggest crush on Dark Pit when I was younger hhhh)

Borderlands 3 (2 makes me so motion sick)

Persona 4 Golden (now with graphics!)

Persona 5 (Not Royal, I'll play it when it comes to pc)

Hollow Knight (I'm not sure how comfortable I am writing this, but I love the game to bits)

Tekken 7 (I have-no joke-17 hours on this game but I am more than willing to read the wiki for some of these characters)

Valkyria Chronicles 4 (I might have to replay it)

Transistor (bought it for the ost, stayed for the gameplay)

Bastion (bought it because of Transistor, stayed for the gameplay and ost)

I love supergiant Darren Korb, I own Hades but have not played it because I know I'll be obsessed for like a month

Devil May Cry 5 (I haven't played the previous games, do with that what you will)

Anime:

In advance, I watched these like almost a decade ago so I might be a bit rusty. Most of them I really care for though, and I'll take recommendations!

Ouran High School Host Club (I'm so sorry)

Soul Eater (I can't remember if I ever finished this...uhhhh)

Fruits Basket (the like 90's version, not the more recent one. Hatsuharu ruined my life tho)

Sailor Moon (Sailor Jupiter my beloved)

Fullmetal Alchemist (Fu Hua killed Meas Hughes)

Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood (I get these two mixed up, I should rewatch them both, right?)

One Piece (I don't think I got past episode 200, I will be so inaccurate)

RWBY (If you count this, I think I'm behind by a season)

I am so terribly sorry if you read through all of that. If I have something that's not listed, feel free to ask anyway! I really like making horrible guesses about characters and then actually seeing them in their game or show and finding out how inaccurate I was (half the time my guess is just "oough ladie")

#This is way too long #sorry #updated Feb 22/2024

[cherryesskisses]

mahonia, sage, edelweiss, taro <333

This is like way too long, I am so sorry HAHAHA

mahonia: This is tough. I feel like it keeps on changing overtime. Though as I think it over, I feel like either coffee shop or bookstore would inspire me for a place, books would inspire me for a thing, and listening to music and reading would inspire me for an activity.

Regardless of those that I mentioned, I would try to either express myself through writing or painting (I haven't painted for years, oh dear). Mostly writing. I even tried to write poems, lyrics, anything really. But I did stop writing for quite some time cause I feel like I am not good with it.

sage: I'd say fictions and music. Through these mediums, I found a platform to escape from the harsh reality of world. Cause I don't always feel like I belong anywhere. I really don't. I feel very much alone and never the first choice--let alone a choice to anyone. And escaping myself through these mediums, I can change the miserable part of me into something different, even if it's temporary.

edelweiss: So I like this one idol named Miyawaki Sakura and translating Sakura in English, it will become cherry blossom. So, I took the cherry part and added with kisses cause I want to feel loved and treasured like how cherry blossoms are to people.

taro: I wanna tell them how much I wanted to write again even if it scared me.

<33333

#cherryesskisses ask #this is way too long #i am so sorry

[dirt-mccracken]

Was dreading a 2 hour meeting that I have now learned is 6.5 hours

#): #and 5 more tomorrow #this is way too long

[lakanakana]

war never changes

#boop #april fools #i spent way too long on this #flashing #eye strain