#this started as a one paragraph joke then evolved

[midnight-coll]

My name is ebony dark'ness lucifer raven way. Like gerard way, but we're not related or anything. Im glad we aren't, because he's sooo hot. I have long ebony black hair, like my name, with red streaks and I'm wearing knee high boots with a black mini skirt and sexy fishnet tights with a cut black top with cut off sleeves and my hair is in my eyes because im emo. That prep chuck or whatevr is staring at me. I put my middle finger up at him.

Im walking through a random foggy street somewhere in the midwest. There r murders here and its sooo Gothic, im a vampire but my teeth ate straight and white and nobody would ever know but ima actually a good vampire because the ones who suck SUCK. Its like if edward cullen didn't suck. Anyway i look over at the gotjic murders sadly and watch as the the sexy fbi agents ask the mother of the murder about... Vampires. When they turn around, they look at me and oh my god that's not an fib agent its DEAN WINCHESTER?

Dean walks over sadly and introduces himself as bill ward with his partner, geezer butler. I laugh sadly and tell him "too bad i know who you really are... Dean and Sam winchester" they look at me.in shock. "Im a friend of the sexy bobby singer too i know you" they both gasp mournfully. "Well if you know Bobby why don't we.meet up later and uh go out later." I smile and accept. Omg im going out with dean winchester!!¡!

Gothically time skips

When i go to my gothically shutty hotel i call bonby "oh my god dean is taking me out later" and bonby replied "i cant believe you didn't tell me you liked him earlier" "i didn't want to tell yoi bwcause you wouldnt believe me" bonby hung up the phone bc he had ither things to do.

Getting dressed i put on thigh high platform boots, a short black jean skirt, and a hoodie crop top with zipper in the middle and skull.hands on the front and the sleeves ripped down to my hands. I put on a chocker and black cross star earrings (a.n. if u dont know what.that is too bad, leave my story alone prepz xoxo) i put on black lipstick and black.eyeliner and pulled my bangs down to my eyes and shown the red streaks in my long raven hair.

Dean drives up in his shiny black 67 impala and when i get in i am happily shocked. Instead of the normal interior, he had painted the my chemical romance black parade album cover on the dash!! Maybe he is gothic after all, because when inlooked over to him he was wearing ripoed jeans, black nail polish, a chain necklace with black eyeliner on his green eyes and black boots. "Im surprised there is no Sam" i say gothicaly happy for it to be just him. He said and gloomily replied "Sam is busy being a nerd preo" i look at him confused. "Wym he is a nerd prep?? That's nor sam that's his weird gothelganger (a.n. get it?? Like doppelganger but goth?) Jared padeleski" "oh yeah, Sam is reading about werewolves and demons i forgot" i look concerned. "How could u forger about ur own brother??" He gothically says "i did a lot of cool weed before i picked you up, i brought some for you too" he stops and looks shyly under his combed forward banhs "if you would take some from me" i nod happily and.off we go.

"I hope you like good charlotte because that's.who we are seeing" i am so.happy, dean truly is emo now.

At the.concert we dance and laugh and make fun of that evil prep Hillary fucking duff. On our way back.he makes a stop ourside of the woods. "What r you doing???" I asked confused. He sighs and says "enoby, ibe known who you are for a while. Bobby told me all about you. I've lobed you for a while" i gasp "really!!!" "Really" he says gothifically. We get out and wander into the forest. He pins me against the wall. "Omg are we gonna do a sex" he laughs and smiles bwfore putting his thing in my thing and-

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING YOU MOTHERFUKERS!"

We stop and look up. It was.... Chuck? The weird guy? "Ur not supposed to be doing this dean! I have a headache" i look at him sadly, poor weird guy. Dean stops and says "chuck i know you wamt me but my heart belongs to enoby" chuck looks angry "no not you dean, her" i gasp. Dean looks angry "all this time i could have been with cas?" Chuck looks sad. "No the cw was too homophobic, you cant be balls deep in your angel. Not right now. You cant be balls deep in her either, she's mine" i stop. "Who even r u" i ask "i am god" i laugh at him. Dean looks at me and confirms. "Oh my god" i say deprezzedly. "No its chuck" says dean.

Suddenly Sam runs through the trees being chased by his gothelganger jared padaleski. Chuck gets angry and shoots the annoying guy. "Thank you" says same before he stops and says "chuck? stop trying to fucj my brother. When his gay love for cas reached through the veil of death and saved the day even though cas actually stayed dead.into superhell because of the evil cw it turned him gothic he's too goffic for you" chuck sighed and said "i know its not.him i want."

I stop and realize.that dean winchester and god are fighting over me. Same looks and says "wait, i hear someone else in the trees." As we all looked and waited and staired in comes... Bonby and.. Cas? But i thought cas was dead? Bonby speaks "here is the man who killed the cw sniper.. He has something to say" i look at him gothically "i am not your "cas" i am his gothelganger misha collins" i gasp. He says something about killing god and makes some metaphor about how he killed the cw sniper cw is god wharever i don't care but then.... Misha collins gave me a gun!! I wasn't.really listening to him, i was too busy thinking depressing thoughts and.i yell "im not killing dean u weirdo i lobe him!!!" Bonby looks at me and starts "you idjit" but then stops as one more person comes through the trees. It was jensen ankles!! "Jensen ankles??" Dean says "i don't want a gothelganger that.isn't goffic" Jensen replies "i will be soon, i need to reach through the veil of death for my own gay love" and he ... Shoots god??? "That's what i wanted you to do" mischa says before kissing jensen gothically depressedly i look and see dean looking jealous so i go and kiss him "im better than your gay angel anyway" and he agrees and then same and bonby are looking at each other depressedly and start clapping.

Prepz don't hate.on mah story okay??

#Destiel #cockles #balls deep destiel #supernatural #supernatural fanfic #ebony dark'ness dementia raven way #my immortal #my immortal parody #cw sniper #misha collins #tara gilesbie #dean winchester #jensen ankles #bobby singer #i have no excuse #this started as a one paragraph joke then evolved #good luck tumblr #once again i have no excuse #i live in fear of what i myself have created

[fujii-draws]

Guilt.

[Dadnoir fic I did. Title is pretty self explanatory]

———

Even after the Eevee and Riolu evolved into their respective forms… it did not change the fact that Dusknoir worried over the two.

He had always felt a need to protect both Ribbons and Aimilios. Sure they’ve conquered great things, greater than Dusknoir could have ever achieved… but those same achievements left huge targets on their backs, being one of Pokémon’s saviors and all; having many, many, run-ins with despicable Pokémon, looking to harm them. The two always assured him that they’d be fine, but it did very little to quell the ghost type’s fear of them getting seriously injured or harmed.

…Today was another day for Dusknoir; running his usual errands in Treasure town. It had originally been community service for his actions back then, but now he’s grown a certain fondness for helping other pokemon like he once did. Meanwhile Grovyle and Celebi were continuing to explore the past; with Ribbons and Aimilios doing their respective jobs. While Dusknoir occasionally offers to join the two; the Lucario and Sylveon politely declined his offer today.

After finishing his errands, Dusknoir went back to Sharpedo Bluff; hovering towards a near haystack. The ghost type floats down and sits on it, having need for a little bit of peace after the work he put in. Maybe he would take a nap; or perhaps read a book…? He fondly remembers a memory of when he read books to Aimilios back when he was just a Riolu pup.

He remembers just how enamored he was taking in all of the book’s contents while his little ruby eyes sparkled. Small excited barks would escape his mouth as he pointed at specific paragraphs, practically begging Dusknoir to emphasize on certain details that entranced the aura Pokémon- …Dusknoir could not but help but smile at those memories. Their mutual love for books and exploring had always been a joyful bonding experience for the two. Aimilios’s eagerness to learn was something Dusknoir always admired and loved about him…

“…” He shakes his head. He’s supposed to be resting. They’re both fine. They’re fine.

“Alright… perhaps…” He puts his finger under his chin, continuing to ponder possible ideas on what he should do with his free time. Maybe he could go to Spinda’s..! The Pokémon there are… Well- Dusknoir shouldn’t really use the word “Welcoming” when referring to himself... “Tolerant” seemed more fitting. Besides that, the drinks at the Cafè were simply divine. Drinkable beverages were an heavenly change of pace than the Inedible food of the future. You’d be considered lucky to find any Grimey food there. Thank Arcues those times have past…

Dusknoir slowly finds himself chuckling, recalling another memory. This time it was of Ribbons. He’s reminded of a time where she was drinking her Gray Gummi smoothie, when he told her a joke… He remembers the Eevee snorting- smoothie spraying from her nose. She held her snout with the both of her paws, in-which, despite in pain- was still laughing. Dusknoir himself had stared at the brown fox before processing the whole ordeal… before erupting with laughter; his stomach jaw unhinged. Her laugh had always been infectious, aswell as her unbridled whimsy.

“……….”

…Where were those two…?

Being left alone with his thoughts, his mind couldn’t help but constantly wander back to the Lucario and Sylveon. It was starting to get late. An orange evening glow begun to pierce through the maw of the Sharpedo… How many hours had it been since they left…?

“What if they got hurt…?” Dusknoir begins to think “What if they didn’t have any escape orbs on them…? What if one of the outlaws—“

Dusknoir held his hand under his eye, his pupil shrinking as the intrusive thoughts kept coming and coming… He knows he’s thinking irrationally. He knows those two are capable of keeping themselves and eachother safe….. but the intrusive thoughts would not stop. It really never was a surprise as to why he worried about those two. Ever since the first time he had met and saved them in Amp Plains, his need to protect the two had become instinct at that point. Seeing those two being harassed by those teenage Pokémon awoke something in the black specter… A feeling he thought he had lost a long time ago from his time in the future… compassion.

….But after Amp plains; his mind wanders to the beach- A smile slowly crept on his face when he realized who they were. He even had the gall to feign having a “friendship” with them. Dusknoir remembers just how happy those two looked when he considered them to be his friends- Confiding and looking for guidance from him- how much they trusted him. Looking back at it now makes something in his chest hurt.

…Then his mind wanders to Crystal lake; knowing he could’ve had one less target if he had let Grovyle kill Aimilios… but his body moved faster than his mind could; emotions overwhelming Dusknoir as he rushed in to save the riolu out of pure adrenaline and fear-

…To the end of the day. That day. When he.. he…

…

…..Guilt.

That was another reason.

How many other monsters were out there? Monsters like him? Who could take advantage of them, and do the same damage he’d done? If not worse? He knew what he did to them- how he stabbed both of them in the back… They were children. Mere children. And he was ready to take their lives all for the sake of self preservation.

Things have finally healed between the three. Ribbons and Aimilios even beginning to refer to him as “dad” a couple of months ago, and as much joy as he felt when they did… he was wracked with guilt… So much guilt.

Grovyle and Celebi often comfort Dusknoir during those times. He’s still not sure how he’s managed to find two wonderful partners. It felt too good to be true for someone who’s done so many horrible things.

He doesn’t deserve this.

He doesn’t deserve any of this.

Forgiveness for his actions?

Pokémon who care about him?

…

His chest hurts even more.

“Maybe.” He wonders. “Maybe he would’ve been better off dead. Maybe he shouldn’t have come back.”

…He didn’t deserve to come back.

He should’ve disappeared.

…

…How much time had past…? The ghost type hears two familiar sounding Pokémon calling out his name, in worry no less, but why?-

…

His face feels wet.

(…Oh.)

He runs his hand over his eye, wiping the black tears running down his face while he was spiraling.

(Oh.)

Ribbons and Aimilios waste almost no time rushing to his side; the Sylveon wiping his tears with one of her ribbon-like feelers; gently wrapping the other 2 around his arm. Aimilios’s bands on his head begin to float, sensing Dusknoir’s aura for the cause of distress as Ribbons’ with her feelers.

“…Ah.” The Sylveon and Lucario perk up, looking up at the ghost type’s pained expression in unison. “…Forgive me…I did not mean to cause a scene… I’m alright now…”

The two did not accept that.

Despite Ribbon’s feelers and Aimilios’s aura sensing, it did not take a genius to know what Dusknoir was so upset about. Both looking at eachother; Aimilios’s expression morphing into a melancholic one as Ribbon’s does determined; already understanding what to do.

Dusknoir closes his eye, unable to face the two any longer; just wanting to be left alone. It’s all someone like him deserves.

“…Just… go…”

The two look at him, probably the most worried they’ve been in months.

“…Please...”

They’ve… They’ve never seen Dusknoir so… broken... All three sitting is complete silence.

”…Great” Dusknoir thinks. “Now you’ve fallen so low as to guilt trip them. Now they have to waste their sympathies on a pokemon like you”-

But before he can react…. he feels the embrace of two Pokémon.

“Wh- What are you two…?-“

“…It’s okay…W-We know…” the Lucario whispers, slightly choking on his words “You don’t have to say anything…..”

“We… we already forgave you… didn’t we…?” The pink ribboned pokemon protests, tears threatening to fall from her eyes; her cheeks flushed with red. “So just stop!!… Stop beating yourself up over it..!!”

“…You should hate me…” Dusknoir states, unaware of himself beginning to spiral again “After everything I’ve done- how can you two still?!-”

“LOOK AT US FOR ARCUES’ SAKE!!” Ribbon’s shouts; snapping the ghost type pokemon out of it.

…Dusknoir slightly opens his eye after Ribbon’s demand… having the courage to look at the pokemon he wronged so many years ago… only for it to open to a teary eyed Sylveon and Lucario.

“…Do…?” Aimilios laments.

“…Do we look like we hate you…….?”

Those words almost break something in Dusknoir. Ribbons and Aimilios continue to stare at him, seemingly waiting for an answer.

But… there’s no need for one.

He looks at the two; feeling his tears to begin resurface.

Dusknoir slowly reaches out to Aimilios and Ribbons’ faces; his arms slightly trembling. He begins to use the same hands he had once used to bring harm to the Lucario and Sylveon to gently wipe away their tears; both of them leaning into his touch without hesitation. What follows suit is another embrace- Dusknoir finally reciprocating this time.

He hugs Ribbons and Aimilios as if they were to disappear at any moment. Like his life depended on it. The next few minutes are followed by quiet sobbing, laughter, and bittersweet hugs from all three. No words are spoken, exchanged, or shared.

…Dusknoir is… slightly humored by the memory of when he used to comfort Ribbons and Aimilios when they were still an Eevee and Riolu… and now they’re they’re the ones comforting him. How the tables have turned.

…Despite most of their tears seemingly coming to a stop… they do not detach from eachother. Both Ribbons and Aimilios still hugging Dusknoir, as he holds them close.

“Dusknoir…” He looks at them.

“We love you…” Aimilios softly hugging him, hoping the words will go through to Dusknoir if he does.

“Even…!!” Ribbons strengthening her embrace on Dusknoir; still very emotional from the past few minutes “E-Even when you don’t…”

…He feels his eye begin to water again.

He doesn’t know if he’ll ever forgive himself.

He doesn’t know if he’ll ever come to peace for what he did.

…But.. He holds them closer.

They do.

…All three of them fall into a slumber shortly afterwards; Grovyle and Celebi returning to a sleeping Dusknoir, Sylveon, and Lucario; the two younger Pokémon softly snoring in ghost-type’s arms while Dusknoir holds them; all three of their eye’s dried out from the tears they’d shed.

“…You think we missed something?” Celebi giggles to herself.

“…No.” Grovyle responds, leaning on the doorway smiling. “I don’t think we did.”

#pmd eos #dadnoir #tfw a middle-aged man needs reassurance that his kids don’t hate him #OKOK JOKES ASIDE I HAD A SHIT TON OF FUN WRITING THIS #THESE THREE MEAN THE WORLD TO ME #pmd writing tag #save tag

[spotsupstuff]

Hello! I come to ur inbox once again, but with a question.

This has been on my mind for like months and my brain won’t shut and I need a second brain to tell me I’m stupid XD

Do you think ALL the Ancients just… left off the face of the earth. Never to be seen again, or could there be at least that 1% that decided to stay? Of course there was the religious thing that most of them followed and the fact they were stuck on the dang soil of the earth until they went into the void sea.

But it couldn’t be all of them… right?? Or am I just stupid. I’m not so leaned in on Ancient lore, so I’m kinda blind in the mind when it comes to them.

I’m sorry for the paragraph I go back into shadows now(;´༎ຶٹ༎ຶ`)

hey man! don't call urself stupid, nasty talk about yourself is banned, at least in my inbox. we r nice to ourselves in This house. not even as a joke, else i'm taking out the rolled up newspaper 🗞️👁️👁️

my personal theory is that yes! everyone is pretty much just Gone. main reason why i think that is is cuz it's strange to me that the Iterators wouldn't try n do Something about having some Ancients still around. like deals n treaties when it comes to benefits of them/their systems, especially the comm ones, getting fixed up

there is, of course, also the theory that some Ancients Did survive n proceeded to evolve into the scavengers. it's a fun theory, especially when taken into account Moon's n Pebbles' relationships with both species (Pebs adorin the Ancients n then sendin Arti @ the Scavs), but idk. i personally don't vibe with it much n with my designs it wouldn't make much sense too

what i personally imagine has happened was a systematic manipulation of the society to get All the Ancients into enclosed spaces (-wink wink nudge- it's not "Retaining" walls for nothin -wink-) + slow deconstruction of the lower circles by replacing the farmer duties by machines n therefore forcing the weak to die (n reincarnate into the Iterator cities or as different species which would no longer make it the Ancients' ""problem"") or just move up there out of basic need. this goes on for a while, void baths r happening while the watch over the population falling to the second Sin becomes more strict n so the population starts to slowly shrink while reliably concentrated on top of the Itties

flashforward to some time before the MA, to the time of my sillies Preacher n I.T., lower circle is completely gone, the rules r getting more n more strict. some people start to try n figure out how to rebel against it, like the two aforementioned sillies. they gather, they plan, all the while the government makes the Iterators' overseers look for them n possibly spy. that ends up being a sort of "decoy enemy" for the rebels, cuz turns out the religious nutcases have the whole population under tracking control via chips (it fits aight, the shrinking + concentration in one place stuff). n so even those who would have stayed r found n forced to get dissolved in the Void ✨👍

hurts like a motherfucker n then yoink Echo time

#spot says stuff #rw #the lesson of this is to never underestimate how utterly fucked government people can be #also hey. everybody is kinda blind with the Ancient lore cuz there ain't That much to see. basically everything is based off of- #-personal perceptions n ideas or just straight up question marks #but this 'retaining the population within the Iterator walls' is a pretty solid thing cuz of the karma gates n their requirements

[beetroot-merchant]

Tell me about the anatomical traits of bipedalism this is not a joke I really want to know

REEEHEEHEE lucky me!! this is gonna focus on (the rise of) human bipedalism (pun intended) because i dont know jackshit about any other animals! ALSO im going to link everything i mention to its wikipedia article as further reading 4 those interested :3

also, pleas keep in mind i have zero formal education on this whatsoever i am literally just a hyperfixated child

Before we get straight into it, a brief word on evolution, since I include some human ancestors here- if you see a scientific name rather than a colloquial one like chimp or gorilla, that's a human ancestor. The reason the ancestors in question look like they're transitioning from chimps to humans is because chimps and the rest of the great apes haven't begun their bipedalism journey, and human ancestors did! We're more derived than chimps from our common ancestor :3 that's all thank you

The skull // foramen magnum positioning

OK SO i have no idea how to ease into this so im throwing it all at you raw. This is a human skull from the bottom view with the jaw removed:

Aside from looking freaky as hell, it's also got that big hole right in the center. It's called the foramen magnum, and it's the hole where your brain connects to the spinal cord- AKA, where your neck is. Cool, but what's this gotta do with anything? Take a gander now at this gorilla skull:

(Image src: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Gorilla_Male_skull_base.png)

See how much closer to the back of the skull the gorilla's foramen magnum is? This is because gorillas primarily walk quadrupedally!

(Image src: https://origins.swau.edu/papers/man/hominid/index.html)

Here's also an example of the changing of its placement as bipedalism evolved- from left to right, that's a modern chimpanzee, Australopithecus africanus, Homo erectus, and a modern human.

If you're having trouble imagining how the placement of the neck could indicate how a primate walks, try getting on all fours and looking around you- you have to tilt your head up almost as far as it can go just to see forwards, and you can't see directly above you like you can when standing on your legs. If you try to maintain the position for a while, you'll get exhausted- and a majority of the mobility in your neck is now useless, because who cares about seeing the floor from twenty different angles? All of this is taken care of by just making the neck come out a lil closer to the back of your head. Behold my incredible artistic explanation:

The placement of the neck is uh, a LITTLE exaggerated, but you get the gist. Or at least, I hope you do, 'cause I'm moving on now.

The curves // spinal structure

Ok I'm going to come clean about this i think the spine is the most boring aspect of primate bipedalism to talk about because it's biophysics and its like whats the point of biology if you're just going to make it physics again, I came here to escape! But FINE, I'll talk about it.

also my sources here are probably the least reliable in the whole post because i had to go refresh my memory on fucking QUORA because i completely zone out whenever someone starts talking biophysics. SORRY FOR RAMBLING FOR TWO ENTIRE PARAGRAPHS it will happen again

Behold the curves in the spine for this chimp vs. this Man.

(Image src: https://www.quora.com/Why-do-human-spines-zig-zag-unlike-other-apes-How-is-it-not-detrimental)

And you should immediately see the differences. I mean, the red line's right there for you. C'mon. That dip inwards at the neck is called the cervical curve, the bump outwards at your ribcage is your thoracic curve, the final dip inwards between the ribs and the pelvis is the lumbar curve, and the tailbone-ish bit at the pelvis is your sacral curve! And quadrupedal apes have none of it.

The reason, in short, is gravity. It's painfully difficult to find an image that shows this that doesn't look goofy as hell, so please have this hilariously crunchy picture because it's the best I can do short of making my own.

(Image src: https://efossils.org/book/lumbar-vertebra)

This is where we get to the physics bit that I'm really not confident about whatsoever and I could be completely making up but AS FAR AS I UNDERSTAND:

Essentially, the weight on either side of that line has to be somewhat equal, but the dot it comes out of cannot move. Whenever a chimp like in the images or something similar stands up, it has to exert constant muscular effort to remain upright, because there's an imbalance. There isn't a demonstration of this I can think of like we had for the foramen magnum, but just imagine doing that Michael Jackson lean stunt or being bent over at your hip constantly. Physics bit over.

So, to keep us from being Anatomically Hunched Over Forever, we developed the lumbar curve- but because just inverting the curve in our spine was basically just as bad because now our ribs would be weird, we also got the thoracic curve to make up for it- but because our head being bent forward with the thoracic curve would also be weird (it'd create the same issue as discussed above with the foramen magnum), we ALSO got the cervical curve to make up for that. Do you see now why I don't like this? Funny as hell, don't get me wrong, but man.

The ass // pelvic structure

Can you tell my maturity is rapidly declining? The pelvis, as you can probably guess, is really indicitave of whether a primate was bi or quadrupedal. Feast your eyes upon the pelvis bones of a chimp, an Ardipithecus ramidus, and a human respectively.

(Image src: https://www.researchgate.net/figure/The-Ardipithecus-pelvis-at-44-mya-was-already-more-human-than-chimpanzee-like-Three_fig4_280721011)

Take a look at that side view in the first row- it's wild how different those shapes are! If you're having trouble picturing this in 3D, a human pelvis is more bowl-shaped whereas a chimp's is kind of flat, like a road sign. This allows for two main things, as far as I can tell - one, our pelvises literally serve as bowls for our internal organs, just as extra support, and two, this broader, wider area gives more space for the ass muscles to attach, which makes standing on one leg easier- a problem quadrupeds obviously don't have.

A second change you might notice is that the pelvis obviously shrunk along with changing shape! This is to bring the sacral curve closer to the hips to create sort of a ⊥ (upside-down T) shape, which makes everything way more stable than if it was a ⅄ (upside-down Y) shape. This matters because the ball-and-socket joints we walk on are actually relatively unstable to balance on, we needa make things as stable as possible, to put less muscular effort into balancing!

Another, far, faar more subtle difference is the size of the hip joints (check the side views in the first row again - not the holes! The little circular imprints above them) has gotten bigger! This is because when you half the number of limbs that are supporting your weight, you double the weight each limb is carrying- so our bones need to be thicker and stronger than a quadrupedal ape's down there!

The legs // knee structure

I'm not doing this. No more physics please no more physics

The feef // inline big toes and arches

Let's kick (lol. lmao) this bit off with some human-chimp comparisons, as always!

The big thing here, as you can guess, is the weird big toe chimps have (although we gotta keep in mind that we're the more divergent species, AKA the weird ones!) which you probably already know is for climbing trees! As our ancestors left the canopies we slowly lost need for a big toe like that and now we've got lame ass feet.

One thing we did gain, though, is three arches in our feet- y'know, that inwards dip in the "palm"? Chimps and other quadrupedal apes don't have that, and are flat-footed! It helps with walking and stuff. I dunno.

God, that's a lot! If you read all the way here, um, thank you! Hope you learned something or at least thought this was cool ^^ I'd be happy to try and answer any questions :3!!

#cw animal bones #tw animal bones #animal bones tw #animal bones cw #do they count as animals colloquially if they're hominidae? who cares! gnarly bones! #bones tw #bones cw #cw bones #tw bones #skull tw #tw skull #skull cw #cw skull #no id #no description #[IF SOMEONE WOULD BE WILLING TO WRITE IMAGE DESCRIPTIONS FOR ALL OF THESE I WOULD LOVE YOU FOREVER AND EDIT THEM ONTO THE POST !!! TY] #🐞 || asks #🐞 || beetle's bad biology

[enaelyork]

Long time ago in Breenthal IV (PART 2 ~ Sorry)

[Gif made by : @benmendo ]

First : thx you so much for all your support in my previous post about these two.

It was a bit of a chaotic thought about how Orson and Galen evolved on Breenthal IV and I had that sort of flash again this morning. So I wrote it all down in a beautiful, nameless mess. Sorry about that. I don't know how many parts there will be in this story (there was only supposed to be one) but I guess I'll write whatever comes to mind regarding Galen and Krennic. This can be interpreted as a deep friendship or something platonic.

I was supposed to write one paragraph but it's 3 pages...Sorry not sorry.

– I agree to follow you again but on one condition.

I look up at him and I guess he caught the look of surprise in my eyes. How long has he been doing this? Since when has negotiation been part of Galen Erso's vocabulary, he who has always been unconditional in everything he does: thinking, creating, living, befriending the worst person in this galaxy.

– Do you have a condition? Repeat I. He's smart enough to understand that 1) I'm not the type of guy to agree to conditions 2) he's following the worst example he could possibly have. Usually Galen doesn't argue when I take him on this kind of illegal expedition.

And it was this resignation that pushed me to move up a gear in transgression. This time our little nocturnal trip involves neither a classroom nor a clandestine laboratory constructed on the fly at one o'clock in the morning. This isn't about any of Galen's whims. It's my world. It was time for Galen to embark on a different type of discovery. He was ready. After months of seeing me, of guessing through my glassy looks that I sometimes slip into a reality parallel to his, Erso is going to go on an adventure into the unknown and he is so scared that he starts to act like me .

– I want you to take me home tonight.

I hope he's joking.

I have never accompanied anyone except those who end up in my bed.

– I am not your mother. I show you the way and I told you that if you got tired of it you could leave.

I lace up my impeccable pair of shoes then tuck my chaotic curls behind my ears with an indifferent air. He is not offended by the tone I use because he knows that it is a way of defending me against his attacks which further cracks the ice around my heart. And that's the worst part. He knows absolutely everything he does to me. The fact that he is the only person I still see after the twenty-four hours following our meeting or that I tolerate him much more than I do others are edifying proof of this.

– You don’t understand Orson. It's not a question of weariness, it's a question of calm. We go there together, we leave together.

- You are scared ?

For the first time since these ridiculous negotiations began, our eyes meet. I'm still standing in front of a dusty mirror that Galen only uses to reflect his thoughts, and he watches me perched on his bed, a glint in his eyes that tells me his mind is spinning like never before.

-Yes. But not for what you believe.

His words crack the air like a whip, lacerating my mind with such violence that I nearly lose my balance. Galen never had the physical strength going for him, but the impact of what he says can be as harsh as a punch to the gut. He says little, but the words are carefully chosen to hit where it hurts. Somewhere deep in my ribcage, where something pulses that I have decided to forget. Is he afraid for me? I quickly put the idea out of my head before it contaminates everything else and leaves me vulnerable to Galen's demands. But the latter is far too smart to let escape the loophole he has just opened and rushes in without having been invited, as usual.

– Do we just have to establish an emergency code? I chuckle. Him and his mania for putting codes anywhere.

– We are not in the programming class.

–Don’t pretend to be stupid.

I was thinking more of a word that would directly indicate to the other that this outing is degenerating and that we must return.

- A word ? My response should have been something like: If you think things are getting out of hand, get your shit together and go home. But instead, I play into his stupid game because I don't plan to go out without him tonight.

- A word. If you hear it it means it's too much for me. Do you want to take me to where you go out at night? Fine, but I want a guarantee that things are going well.

–And what is this word?

His eyes light up with amusement when he realizes that I have already accepted his offer without saying it.

- Treason.

I breathe loudly. How ironic. Isn’t that the word I constantly hear about myself from lips other than his?

- Your turn.

- Pardon ?

– It’s a code, Orson. You also need to have a word to put an end to this.

– In case you missed it, I don’t intend to end anything.

He is silent. Looks at me with his little air of unbearable genius and leaves me there with all my questions escaping without the slightest barrier to hold them back.

– A word, Orson. Just one.

- Sorry.

He widens his eyes, bats his eyelashes several times before snickering discreetly.

– It’s very unlikely that this word will ever come out of your mouth.

– You understood everything, Galen. Now let's go. I'm tired of this little game and we're going to be late.

However, as I am about to cross the threshold of his door, dragging him with me, a strong resistance pins me to the spot. Freezes me and forces me to turn around. Galen's hand is so firmly anchored to my wrist that one more step would tear my hand away.

– Will you promise me?

I raise my eyebrows, falsely surprised and pretending not to understand.

– Will you promise to stop this if I ask you? To bring me back here? The trap seemed to be closing on me for good. I had accepted this stupid game of code, I had even agreed to listen to this whole absurd conversation instead of taking him away by force and presenting him with a fait accompli. I was no longer one scam away from him and I noted with anguish that he was surpassing his master in terms of negotiation.

—I guess I have to if I want to keep my hand. I pause before looking him straight in the eyes as if I were about to seal an oath. I promise you, Galen. I won't leave you alone there.

—

Spoiler: I didn’t keep my promise.

I knew I was going to screw up the moment Britley slipped a glass into my hand and waved her sparkling emeralds before my eyes. I was lost in the cacophony of the music, the throes of the alcohol, and I didn't know how long it had been going on when Galen's grip tightened on my shoulder.

– Orson, stop that right now.

He had dragged me to the dingy bench seat of the bar away from my group of friends and my survival instinct had pushed me to grab a bottle as I passed and put it to my mouth to give me the courage to confront him. I burst out laughing under his nose, sure I'm making him drunk with just my breath.

- Stop what ?

Don't force me. His gaze pleaded with me as I taunted him with this bottle, still far too full for my liking. I took a sip before presenting it to him to lighten the mood but he coldly declined. Galen had refused a single drink of alcohol since we had been here, I was pretty sure of that, just as he had refused the advances and taunts of those who were surprised to see him here.

– If you want me to stop, just say so.

Looking back, I realize that I provoked it. I was drunk and the alcohol fueled all the worst things in me, starting with my pride and my anger. I wanted him to capitulate because in my eyes he was the one who started this stupid, sick game. He could have been content to follow me without discussion, without seeking guarantees and commitment to me, but obviously, things could not be simple with him, he always had to complicate them.

So he shut up. He was content to pierce me with his murderous gaze and I saw nothing pleasant in it. Galen had the gift of seeing the good in me, always and probably he was the only one in the world to do so, but it was not only in this area that he excelled.

He also showed me all my horror, in a way no one else could.

Nothing came out of his mouth, but his eyes spoke. What he let me see was how much I bothered him, how sad my lack of control made him. He wasn't sad for himself - even though he was perfectly aware that I was ripping him off - but for me and that made me all the more abject.

– If you have nothing to say, you can leave. I say, averting my gaze to meet those of more amusing people who urge me to join them quickly.

I had just spit in the face of the person who was closest to a friend in my eyes and I had done it precisely for that. Because all I would have to do is bat my eyelashes in front of him tomorrow for everything to go smoothly. Galen forgave me everything, all the time. And I turned my back on him.

----

Three days.

He hasn't spoken to me for three days.

Three days of these incessant thoughts coming back to my head.

He didn't say it.

He didn't say it when we were arguing at that bar table. He didn't say it when he saw me hug this girl and drag her upstairs with me. He didn't say it afterward, because his shadow vanished and I fell asleep unaware of what would haunt me next.

Reality.

He didn't say a word, not because he knew I didn't care. But because he preferred to remain silent, to take it upon himself rather than force me to break the promise I made to him. And it tears my heart. Shit; It's horrible to admit it but it tears my heart.

Every time I pass by his bedroom door it remains closed even though it is constantly ajar waiting for me to push it. Galen avoids me, tries to act as if nothing had happened but maintains a reasonable - unbearable - distance between us.

When I observe him from a distance, nothing seems to change in his attitude. He remains deep in thought, but I know everything is different. For the average motel, Galen is constantly immersed in a deep meditative state that helps him see more clearly in the flood of scientific reasoning that assail him.

Except, he no longer meditates.

He ruminates.

He broods and buries himself in something so dark it terrifies me. Something that not only isolates him from others, but also from me. And when he gets jostled in the canteen, once again, and bursts of laughter escape into the room, I throw myself at him to grab his arm, exactly like him that evening.

- Talk to me.

He doesn't even bother to reject me. Turns his head, stands up indifferently and takes his empty tray to put it back on the display before walking. Only his pace indicates that he is running away from me when he enters the long corridor of the programming workshops.

–Galen.

I follow him. It drives me crazy but in the end I wonder which of us is the loneliest in the world at this precise moment. Him, me. The two of us against the rest of the world?

- Shit !

Usually my swearing shocks him, but not even my rudeness shakes him out of his torpor. He doesn't stop, doesn't turn his head, moving without hesitation towards the elevator that leads to the dormitories in an attempt to escape me.

- Sorry !

The word leaves my mouth as my arm blocks the elevator door from closing on him and he freezes. Alone in the metal cage, he observes me, asking the same question as me: did I say it to stop this stupid game or for a completely different reason?

– I didn’t want to bring you back the other night. I wanted you to understand that you were capable of living with others without being afraid. He needs to stop staring at me like he does. I'll slap him, or cry, or maybe do both at the same time. In any case I'm damned if I still dare to believe that I'm ruthless towards everyone. The world is not Galen Erso.

– And you did it. I add before entering the elevator to join him. The door closes behind me and the machine starts up with a dull whir.

I wait, but only his shining eyes prove to me that he is still alive.

- I have a question.

Why did you do that ? Why you lied to me ? Am I really your friend? Are you making fun of me like they do? It was a preview of what he could ask of me. The doors had just opened to the dormitory and the only question I had was whether he was going to leave me here or let me follow him.

– Professor Lawrence told me that I had to solve the equation on the fusion of steels with crystals by modifying the first part of the calculation. He tells me that it is dangerous to want to take the risk by modifying the very essence of the materials, but I do not agree with him...

I freeze.

I feel like I'm missing the air as the cool breeze from outside rushes in in a draft.

– Do you think I should listen to him? Because really, I'm not sure that's the solution. And I've been thinking about it for three days, I can't sleep Orson... You understand. What if…What if…

He pauses, his throat tightens and I can tell in his eyes that he is collapsing.

- You were not there.

And this sentence, more than his silence, reduces my pride and my arrogance to pieces. If I wasn't Orson, if I hadn't grown up in a world different from his, maybe I would have allowed myself to touch him. But it’s also part of us, all of that, this crazy awkwardness that constitutes the very essence of our bond.

– You know what I think about all this, right? Of obedience.

#orson krennic #director krennic #star wars #pre rogue one #galen erso #galennic #platonnic #friendship #star wars fanfiction #rogue one #star wars rogue one #rogue one : a star wars story #iminloveaboutthesetorturedsouls #causekrennicisvunerabletoo #butheisafreak

[tiramisuwithmascarpone]

Do you guys know what's funny? There are actually very little instances where I talk out loud with my theois. But, that may be because of my old religious views. You see, I don't think I spoke with God before, just once. When I begged him for something. And even there, I couldn't bare to do it out loud. It's hard for me to speak about my feelings out loud. Maybe it's also because I'm scared of anyone from my household overhearing.

But, my Orthodox Christianity is a very quiet religion. People don't stutter a word in churches, and never speak more than two words to God. Prayers are done quietly, even the songs have a soothing tune to them. So, when I heard I need to speak to my gods, I got scared. I was never supposed to speak with a divine being before, I actually thought it is disrespectful to speak to them so casually, as if they are your friend.

As time passed by, I got rid of those beliefs, but I still can not find myself able to speak out loud my thoughts to my Gods. So, I started writing letters to them. I always let out my feelings through writing and felt like my words came out so much more smoothly on paper. I'm slowly trying to get used to talking to them out loud, but while I'm doing that, I'm still writing them letters. It somehow feels like I'm delivering my heart away to them. Warm words, comforting ones, hatred sprinkled between my paragraphs, and apologies for the latter. I never censored my words, I told them exactly how I felt, and they do not censor my feelings either. They acknowledge the fact that human emotions are never completely pretty and the complexity of our existence. They know so much about or mere existence. The wise words leave their mouths as if they heard it all before, yet they never treat you cruelly for expressing worry over things that seem so mundane and insignificant from their point of view. They put themselves in your shoes, and sometimes they guide you through it, sometimes they only listen, as anything they were to tell you would not be understood by your innocent heart. They will not always help you, they'll sometimes leave you alone to do things by yourself, they are trying to tell you you'll be fine even if they aren't there. They wish to see us grow and evolve. They are the most understanding, kind, and thoughtful beings I have ever encountered. I know we sometimes like to joke around about their silly traits, but I never met more wiser or intelligent sentients. There are vulnerable moments like these, where It hits me, the reason why they are considered Gods in the first place. I'm not saying I do not understand why, or that I don't acknowledge the reason every day, but it feels like all the reasons are flowing through my veins right now and blossoming, using my skin shell as their dirt. They know how to plant beautiful seeds in me, yet I have to be the one to water them and give them a base to work with. They are Gods because they have the power to make me believe I can provide for that seed.

#hellenic pagan #hellenic #hermes devotee #pagan #aphrodite devotee #hermes #hermes deity #aphrodite #aphrodite deity #athena #athena worship

[animebw]

What is Gintama about? The only thing i know about it is a clip of a Character explaining how filler in anime works.

I mean, the easier question to ask here is "What is Gintama not about?" But okay, lemme see if I can answer efficiently.

On a base level, Gintama's premise is "Hey, remember that time in the 19th century where Western powers forced Japan to open its borders and started colonizing it with foreign influence? What if that, but instead of America and Britain it was aliens?" So it takes place in a 19th century Japan that's been colonized by super-advanced alien races, meaning you've got traditional, pre-industrialization Japanese buildings and infrastructure side by side with futuristic skyscrapers and UFOs. The protagonists are a trio of down-on-their-luck bums who run an odd jobs service and get involved with all sorts of wacky and unusual goings-on around Edo.

So essentially Gintama starts out as: Deadpool: Sci-Fi Alternate History Sitcom Edition. Its humor is irreverent, ridiculous, self-referential, often dirty, often fourth-wall-breaking, and almost always hilarious (I cannot stress enough, this is the good version of Deadpool humor I'm talking about). And at first, it seems content to mostly just be an episodic comedy with an interesting setting. But then...

Well, perhaps this paragraph from my review of the first 200 episodes best sums it up.

"Swiftly and surely, moment after dazzling moment, this show proved itself to be a show with no limits. Every time I thought it had exhausted its capacity to surprise me, it reached into its bag of holding and pulled out such an unexpected new flavor of story that I was forced to completely re-evaluate what I knew it to be capable of. From goofy, irreverent comedy, it proved itself capable of meaningful thematic explorations. From meaningful thematic explorations, it proved itself capable of a sincerely touching humanity. From a sincerely touching humanity, it proved itself capable of a mastery of the meta of its own place in popular culture that exceeds any other story I’ve seen. From a mastery of its own meta, it proved itself capable of awe-inspiring spectacle that left me cackling in shock. From awe-inspiring spectacle, it proved itself capable of wrenching character drama that left me sobbing in my seat time and time again. From wrenching character drama, it proved itself capable of bringing all those elements together into a synthesis of storytelling prowess, juggling so many disparate tones and styles and making them all feel part of the same massive, sprawling universe. And from there, it proved it could just as easily just do goofy, irreverent comedy again and still have it carry all the weight of its established internal mythology."

The bottom line is, what starts as seemingly just a really funny sitcom grows and evolves until it's capable of anything and everything you could ever want from a story, all at the same time. It's one of the funniest comedies I've ever laughed at, one of the most affecting dramas I've ever cried to, one of the most pulse-pounding action thrill rides in shonen history, and the undisputed title holder of the single best cast of characters I've ever seen. Even those seemingly simple meta jokes eventually grow to become a full-blown commentary on the art of storytelling itself, as Gintama uses them to bludgeon tired, problematic tropes into the dirt in order to replace them with better, more progressive alternatives. Not to mention how that alt-history setting is mined for genuine political philosophy. And it accomplishes all that while still primarily being a really funny sitcom... except it's also building up its own epic narrative in the background of that sitcom, piece by piece, until it finally knocks over the longest chain of narrative dominoes ever constructed for a final act that, frankly, blows the entirety of One Piece out of the water all on its own.

That is Gintama. That is the greatest work of fiction I've ever had the pleasure to experience. If any of that sounds interesting to you, give it a shot. I know the length is intimidating, but trust me: it's the most rewarding marathon you'll ever run.

#anime #the anime binge-watcher #tabw #tabw q+a #gintama

[joannerowling]

re: ask about people "reclaiming", homophobic slurs that are not from their language.

It's very true. and it's coming equally bad from both sides. On one hand, people of non-english upbringing, who never lived in the environment and neve were submerged in the culture, where those slurs originated from, have literally no business reclaiming them. It's just ignorant and disrespectful. If some western trans gay boy began call himself a pidor/pidorás (really violent slur for gay man in many slavic languages) since he is gay so it's okay to reclaim this quirky slavic word for gay ppl, i would go feral. I don't understand, why doesn't it work the other way. It so easy to think for a moment and understand that it's not your word to reclaim.

But on the other hand, english-speaking LGBTQ+ community has desensitised q slur so much, that for a foreigner, who is constantly in these online spaces, it's doesn't seem like it's a slur at all. A lot of new labels and genders and orientations are now including the slur, so maybe it okay to use. That's why im constantly stumbling upon people from my native online spaces, who call themselves queerplatonic or queergender or something like that. (the f slur hasn't reached us so far and i hope never will). I can totally see how someone just picked a label because it became so common in the US/Canada/UK, and the opposite opinions are drowned out by the louder crowds or labeled terfy.

I will say, to play devil's advocate here a little only for the sake of rounding the argument: language doesn't evolve spontaneously, and occasionally slurs can go from "slurs" to "no longer slurs" through cultural change. For example, in French, we have the word "con", which initially meant vagina and would have been used as a misogynistic insult (basically the same as "cunt", i believe the two are etymologically close). However today "con" has evolved to be used exclusively for men with a relatively large range in meaning (going from "dickhead" to "idiot"; sometimes it's applied in a genderless way, kind of teasingly - as in "t'es con" to mean "you're a bit of a dummie" or "you just made a bad joke/excessive one". It's all in the tone and context). Most, oh i'd really say 90% of French people at this point, have no idea what "con" used to mean. I've had that conversation with a French radfem once who said she refused to use it because of the original meaning, and my question to her was, what matters when identifying an insult, the word itself or the intent? It's an open one.

Perhaps this is what people hope will happen to "queer", though i don't think it's a good parallel with "con" - it could be if "queer" was used to design some completely different group or thing than homosexuals. You could argue it's already kind of happening though, many more people than you'd suspect have started recognising that "queer" and "gay" are different things (mostly because "queer" associations and media have completely stopped putting forth the fight for same-sex rights). I've seen that sentiment on radblr, "they can call themselves queer all they like but don't include me in it", as well as the firmer "queer is insulting period, and heteros don't get to reclaim a slur that was never thrown at them". Since it's not my language i'm not gonna pick one position over the other, but i guess both exist for equally good reasons.

(Like you i also noticed "faggot" is much less subjected to that. People seem a little more aware of that one and less willing to "reclaim it" or approriate it, outside of the worst of trans identified women. Why that is i don't know. Maybe because it's perceived as being more exclusively used for gay men, and violence against gay men is more well-known in general?)

Another thing your second paragraph highlights is something we don't talk about a lot i think: that for how culturally diverse "queer" spaces claim to be, they are fairly homogenous and singularly minded beneath the surface. Especially outside of native English speaking countries, because the kind of people who can speak English fluently enough to access these topics have specific backgrounds (it's very visible in France because people are generally not good at English here). This is why you can find several active LGBTQIA+ groups in Paris or some big cities and will struggle to find even one in much less prestigious unis.

#replies #anon #thank you for the interesting conversation #sorry for not using asterisks or “letter-slur” - it always makes me feel like a child to censor words personally #but i don't have a problem with people doing it themselves

[fishfactsfriday]

Most people who have been at the coast have seen barnacles but very few people know much about them.

Well, let’s start off simple. Barnacles are crustaceans and are related to shrimp and crabs. Yeah, that’s right. Kind of hard to tell at a glance. They are very common and latch onto anything stationary and that is because they are sessile, which means they lack the ability to move themselves. Those shells they live in are actually attached with a cement gland that the barnacles have. Yes, literal, natural cement.

You know those little feelers that they stick out to eat? Well those are actually its legs that it uses to filter feed. These are called cirri and can actually help with its ‘breathing’. As they are filter feeders they generally tend to have a diet consisting of plankton and other microscopic organic materials.

When someone says barnacle, people usually think of the small rock-like acne on rocks and ships and while those are barnacles and certainly the most common, known as acorn barnacles.

However there are literally around a thousand species of barnacles. Such as the goose barnacle which have a long stalk.

These are actually edible and widely consumed, considered a delicacy in places such as Portugal and Spain known as percebes

It is also eaten in other places, like Morocco and historically consumed by the indigenous people of California.

While we are on goose barnacles, there was a historic misconception regarding these crustaceans and geese. This was when people did not know that birds migrated and thus had never seen them nest in Europe. It was actually believed that goose barnacles were the eggs or young of geese and that full grown geese would emerge from them. This is generally a medieval era idea and is attributed to the christian church.

Most barnacles, with few exceptions (the goose barnacle is actually an exception), are hermaphroditic, meaning they do if fact contain both sexual organs. Now if you will recall, barnacles are sessile and cannot move. As such, this does make sexual reproduction difficult. To combat this, barnacles have evolved in the most hilarious way.

Barnacles have extraordinarily long penises.

Barnacles actually have the largest penis to body size ratio in the entirety of the animal kingdom.

No I’m not joking.

Behold.

Anyways we’ve discussed that barnacles can only like to situate themselves on stationary or slow moving objects, like rocks or turtles. Well did you know there is a species that actually has chosen to live upon dolphins?

Yep! There is a genus that lives exclusively on the fins of porpoises!

In order to get a good grip though, they ‘bite’ into the skin and dig in to hold on leaving a star shaped scar when they die and fall off.

This next section is going to cover parasitism so just to make sure everyone is comfortable the paragraphs and pictures will be censored. Please look at your own discretion.

Did you know that barnacles can be parasites? Neither did I until yesterday. It’s true and there are quite a few that have taken to this life style. Rhizocephala is a parasitic barnacle that goes after its cousins, mainly crabs and lobsters. When a larva finds a female crab, it will pierce the crab’s egg sac with a needle-like appendage inject a clump of cells. Now that this has happened, the crabs fate is sealed. It will grow inside the crabs body, wrapping around its organs, muscles, and even eyes. It will continue growing to the point it will bulge out of the egg sac, changing the crab eggs to its own eggs. Another barnacle will come along, fertilize the eggs, and then the crab will climb atop a rock and release the larva, letting the process happen again. This barnacles anatomy has deviated to this very specific lifestyle that it in comparison to other barnacles it is almost unrecognizable.

But perhaps that wasn’t interesting enough for you. Well that’s fine because I have another one. This one has chosen its host to be that of the dogfish, a species of small, deep sea sharks. Most barnacles that hitch a ride generally do not harm the host but this one is an exception. This barnacle does not have a shell and thus will dig itself into the dogfish and take refuge under the skin, in the eyes, the spiracles, and mouth. Sometimes even in the sexual organs, effectively castrating the shark. It has roots that will anchor surprisingly deep into the dogfish and sap the nutrients from the surrounding tissue.

Anelasma squalicola anatomy vs a goose barnacle

September 2, 2022

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#fish #fun facts #interesting facts #marine biology #marine life #sea creatures #fishes #animal facts #random facts #miscellaneous facts

[rawwkfingers]

One Piece Reread: Chapter 1

Starting a One Piece reread and am gonna post my thoughts as I go through sorry not sorry. Sometimes they'll be bulletpoints, sometimes they'll be paragraphs idk it'll be fun

This is my 6th or 7th time rereading the whoke series but not since coming out as trans so I'm excited to see how my thoughts have changed

Chapter 1: Romance Dawn

First off, what a wonderful title for a first chapter

The only opening manga page that hits harder than One Piece is Rurouni Kenshin, unfortunately. In fact, I'd be willing to bet that Oda was inspired by it, both do a great job telling the reader everything they need to know with a single page

Luffy's introduction of wearing an Anchor shirt and stabbing himself is still so fucking funny, as is Shanks' crew's reaction of partying after

I love Shanks trying to dissuade Luffy because he knows the life is dangerous but I do have to wonder, he has to know who Luffy's family is right? Garp at the very least; I wonder if thats why he's trying to stop it

The juice joke 😂😂

Beckman is so cool in his first intro. I feel like a lesser writer would have made him the captain but Oda makes a good choice having only be the second while the slightly goofier (but still badass) Shanks is captain

The bandit Higuma is a weird intro villain, he's such a nothing character but his intro of storming in and breaking the bottle on Shanks is still very memorable

I love the way that Oda spaces out the moral of "fighting is only worth it if its for your friends." He has Shanks sit back while Higuma acts like a dick, Luffy get mad but then Oda distracts us with the Gum Gum reveal, introducing us to the world's magic system and giving the reader room to ruminate on things until Shanks comes back later and saves Luffy, giving us the moral of this chapter

The design for the chief of Foosha is one of Oda's favorite character designs in East Blue. He has so many characters who act so similarly

Oda has so much fun with Luffy's rubber body so early on its fantastic. I love the way Higuma tossing Luffy around is drawn

So many iconic scenes just in the first chapter. Lucky killing the bandit with no warning while eating his meal is fucking badass. Beckman using his cigarette to disarm a guy while bashing the others with his gun is fucking badass. Shanks telling the bandits that pirates don’t fight fair is fucking badass.

Shanks panicking about Luffy is a really nice touch of humanizing for the crew

The Sea King coming to Luffy's "rescue" ... Unintentional for sure but possible foreshadowing for his destiny as Joyboy?

I know that Shanks scaring off the Sea King was originally just intended as "badass guy is scary" but I really do like how it foreshadows Haki.

Shanks losing his arm 😭😭😭 such a powerful scene in literally the first chapter wtf

Luffy finally departing and showing off Gum Gum Pistol is such a great scene toooooo

Overall thoughts: It's amazing how little has changed and yet how so much has changed. The scope of the storytelling has evolved so much, you would never imagine One Piece having arcs that last several years from the way this chapter was written. And yet, at it’s core, it really is still the same One Piece. Goofy fun with some badass moments thrown in and an overall love for adventure. What an amazing opening to the greatest manga of all time

#one piece reread #chapter 1 #rawwk on

[tears-of-boredom]

i started thinking about trauma, and that lead to me thinking about how long it would take me to "get over" the death of someone close to me. i estimated about 3 years, and then tried to think of an actual person who I would mourn like that. only people that came to mind were our cats. everyone else is kind of replacable to me. maybe I'd occasionally remember why i havent seen them around, but I dont really care much about any human...I've had this revelation before,, i thought i was some kind of bad boy because of my "heart of stone". But i now realise that it most likely isnt true, that I cant love a person that is. i just havent really been friends with that many people, for that long. our (oldest) cats have been with us for probably 6 years at least. and while I have actually had one person i considered a friend, for about the same time as well,, we never really connected on a deeper level. we half-joked about it, but we really were just kind of two people, who were alone, together....to be honest i kind of feel bad for not having gotten to know anyone that deeper. i suppose i knew some of their basic interests, but like, I wouldnt have been able to make a music playlist for them. atleast not one that i would've been confident they would enjoy.....that realisation is actually new. not really that I didnt have close friends, but that i didn't actually care about the people around me that much. i mean, i liked them, sure,, but I really just liked the fact that i had people who wanted to hang out with me. it didnt matter much who those people were.

okay im gonna cut this here, because i have a screenshot on my pc that i actually want to add here. i mean, im gonna add it so the same post, and probably delete this paragraph, but still. lol my vent posts are evolving.

okay the specific one i was looking for was a bit tricky to find because i apparently took it through steam, instead of like, pressing "windows button+print screen". and i really couldnt figure out how to see my steam screenshots lol. but heres the one i wanted to add to this post:

(from Our Life) this hit me like two trucks(having sex). like, i didnt quite realise exactly what i was doing back then, but i used to do this exact fucking thing. i only really got two chances to do it though. first was in kindergarten, and i didnt quite "succeed", because i was there for only maybe 2 or 3 years. and the friend pair i tried to "infiltrate" ended up sticking together after all. then in school i did it as well, and at least back then i considered it a "success". i think it started maybe in 2nd grade already. i was already basically in the friend group of three, but i guess i was just really insecure, and wanted to make sure that the other of them, L, was my friend. i developed this hatred towards the other one, N, and started complaining about them to L behind their back. in my mind, my complaints were reasonable, but to be honest, being a bit of a sore loser isnt that bad of a trait. im not really sure anymore if any of the parts of N i complained about were even real, but at least in my mind they were. i did "succeed" in pushing them out of the group. it wasnt a huge deal, since back then, the whole class was kind of a friend group, but still. and L turned into that 6 year long friend i mentioned earlier... I actually really regret what i did. i could have had two 6 year long friends, maybe even longer with the friendship having a different dynamic,, and i also kind of denied L and N the chance of friendship. i know that they couldve still been friends if they really wanted to, despite my stupid sabotaging, but it does kind of feel like i forcibly closed a door that was otherwise wide open for them....actually, telling this story from a bit of a different perspective helped a little... i had been carrying that hatred towards N -born out of something i dont even remember- for a really long time. i feel like doing this finally gave me the chance to see N as a genuine human being, a person. not just some kid that "stood between" me and L's "friendship". friendship in quotes, because honestly i didnt even do anything when i "had L all to myself". maybe for a year it was okay, but then i started to realise that i actually wanted more out of it. i wanted a genuine connection. and i wasnt getting that with L. i honestly probably was happier when N still hung around....i feel really disconnected from my younger self, while simultaneously feeling like i havent changed a bit. its weird...i guess i just really wanted to make up for the attention i wasnt getting at home, but didnt even really realise what i was doing. or maybe i wanted something constant in my life, with all the moving around we did until probably my 6th grade. its not like i changed schools any of those times, but it did leave a feeling of nothing around me being permanent, that still kind of holds on. we've been living in this place for maybe 4 years, and i still havent decorated my room at all. granted, i did change rooms about 2 years ago, but its not like my old room had any decoration either. it just feels like a waste, because i have this mindset that everything i add, will eventually have to be taken down and packed in boxes anyway. my mom has assured me that she isnt planning on moving us out of here, "at least not until shes alone". i guess the effects of moving almost every year since you were a baby, cant be really avoided, when its your reality. i was maybe 2 when the moving started, young enough to not remember the time we still lived with my dad, old enough to remember every apartment (and the one house) we lived in after that......i wonder how many times ive repeated this same story on here..at least this time i feel like its from a different perspective, slightly at least...yeah....i feel like now is time for a jokey comment about how im sorry if my writing is bad, because english is my second language. im well aware that im pretty on-par with a native speaker, at least when im using a text format. speaking is horrible though. re: my previous post about only really ever talking to my cats and no one else. and thats done in finnish,

aside from the occasional thought that comes in english, and i dont feel like translating before stating. my junky "english speaking voice" really discourages me from speaking it aloud, even if i do actually do a lot of my thinking in english.

im gonna end it here, i dont want to ramble on any more off-topic. sorry if you read this lol.

#i did not know that tumblr had a character limit to how many words could be in a paragraph.. #tearful stuff

[milktei]

I would love to see your take on a cafe au! preferably with a genshin man heheh

People Watching

Diluc Ragnvindr x gn!Reader

Genre: Based off of People Watching by Conan Gray, Modern AU, Cafe AU, FLUFF (can u believe it?

Warnings: none

Requests: Open!

Also posted on ao3

a/n: my first request so exciting! Ahhhh let me tell you anon i was kicking my feet all giddily while writing this. Hopefully this meets you expectations! Sorry if it’s a little jumpy(?). I was listening to music while thinking of this au so I took the idea and ran with it.

Song fics aren’t usually my thing ironically (don’t get me started in one’s with lyrics between the paragraphs) but I was ✨inspired✨ and integrated the song into the framework of what I already had :). Also I’m a sucker for soft and awkward Diluc he might be ooc to some but fight me I think he has a soft side.

Owning and working at a cafe meant that you got to know your regulars quite well as time went on.

Diluc knew that better than anyone.

Albedo is a chemistry major who takes alarming amount of espresso shots in his drinks. Lisa works at the library and likes milk in her tea. If he sees Thoma, he knows to prepare for a big order. His internal list could go on and on.

Working at a cafe also meant a plethora of couples would come and go, as cafes have always been popular places to go on dates. Asking someone if they wanted to grab a cup of coffee always seemed to be the easiest way to tell someone you wanted to spend time with them.

To Diluc, couples were more interesting to learn about. They would stay at his cafe for hours, and talk about their lives as if nobody else was around. Diluc knew them better than he let on.

The girl who laughs at her boyfriend’s joke to the point of tears, even if it wasn’t funny.

The couple with stars in their eyes, who still count their relationship by the month rather than the year.

49 months; over 4 years.

A teenage boy recites another’s complicated order off the top of his head with ease.

Another gushes to his friend about the reasons he loves his partner.

Of course they’re not all sweet

A woman in her late 20s smiles down sadly at the ring on her ring finger.

“No we’re not engaged, this is just a promise ring… hopefully soon though!”

A man grips his cup tighter in his hands.

“They said they wanted to take a break.”

Diluc was known to others as a dark, brooding, and emotionless man. Yet despite what the few people that knew him thought, deep down he yearned to feel that same love and onslaught of emotions he heard people gush about as he worked.

It could be frustrating sometimes, the way people teased him for being cold, or soulless.

Sometimes he just wanted to yell out into the world that he was in fact capable of feeling emotions. That he wanted to bring love back into his life after being depraved if it for so long.

That when he was young he dreamed of owning a typical home in the suburbs, even a family to call his own.

Diluc wanted the good and the bad parts of love, the kisses and the fights.

It was easier said than done.

There are parts to Diluc that are broken. He had been hurt by those close to him multiple times. He had dated in the past but it was never serious enough to evolve into something more.

Cutting someone out of his life was not nearly as hard as letting someone in.

Diluc decided to resort to simply people watching. An easy hobby to have when you work at a cafe. Making drinks by pure muscle memory whilst ease dropping and watching his regulars through his peripheral vision.

In a way, he was living through his customers vicariously. On slow days he would even find himself making up stories of them. There was only so much stuff to clean after all.

“I’ll get an iced matcha latte please.”

Diluc was pulled from his thoughts at the sound of your voice. You were new, a student he guessed from the bag on your back.

“What size?” Diluc managed to ask before the pause in the exchange got awkward.

You hummed thoughtfully, “just a medium please,” you turned your head to the pastries in the display case and Diluc could see excitement in your face when you saw the freshly made shortbread cookies.

“and three of those please.” you pointed.

The corner of Diluc’s mouth twitched ever so slightly as he punched in your order “can I get a name for your order?”

“y/n”

Diluc gave you your total and tried not to pay any attention to your hand brushing his as you handed him your cash. He nodded in gratitude when you immediately dropped your change into the tip jar without a second thought.

“Oh, will that be for here or to go?” diluc asked suddenly. It was unlike him to forget a part of his usual script, he wouldn’t have needed to ask for your name if he already knew you were staying. Still a part of him was glad he had learnt it.

You looked out at the cafe and smiled “I’ll stay.”

“Great, I’ll get everything out to you in just a moment. Please, feel free to sit anywhere you’d like.”

You gave him another sweet smile and walked over to a table by the window. A popular spot usually taken by couples and avoided by groups due to it only having two chairs.

as Diluc made your drink, he watched as you pulled a laptop and notebook from your bag. Your pencil case, and earbuds came next, and slowly you began to adjust everything to become your perfect study space.

After placing the cookies onto a plate then onto a tray that already held your finished drink, Diluc walked to your table and gently placed it down.

“For you y/n”

You looked up at Him and quickly moved your belongings so he had room to place down the tray. “thank you.”

Diluc made his way back to behind the counter and grinned when he saw, through his peripheral vision, your eyes widen in amazement as you tasted your drink. Taking it as a small success, Diluc happily began cleaning the supplies he had used.

-

You came to the cafe often after your initial visit

You always came to the cafe alone, so instead of overhearing what was going on in your life like he usually would, Diluc found himself getting to know you through your habits, and what little small talk was made as you paid.

You often came to the cafe after class to study, and took public transit to get around.

You shuffled your music but hit skip until the right song came on.

You chewed your straw as you read, and flipped your pencil as you thought.

I never knew Diluc could be such a creep. He heard a certain voice tease, but Diluc couldn’t help that he simply found himself enamoured with you without caution.

“See you tomorrow Diluc!” Charles waved as he left the cafe at the end of his shift. Diluc wordlessly waved back as he brushed down the espresso machine.

He glanced up at the large windows of the cafe and frowned at the darkening sky. Despite what the weather forecast had said in the morning, it seemed like it was about to start pouring any moment.

His suspicion was confirmed the moment he heard the beginnings of rainfall tapping on the glass.

He looked over at you. In your usual spot, seemingly in your own world as you typed away at your laptop.

“I don’t suppose you brought an umbrella with you?”

He had spoken without thinking, mentally scolding himself as you jumped and broke away from your studying mindset.

You wordlessly looked outside and he saw your shoulders droop ever so slightly. You turned to him and sheepishly rubbed the back of your neck.

“I didn’t. Are you closing now?”

You thought he was kicking you out. He mentally hit himself.

“No no I was just wondering since it seems to be coming down quite hard. You’re welcome to stay and wait it out for as long as you’d like.” Diluc had rushed the last sentence, nearly desperate to get the words out. Heat creeped to his face from embarrassment and he prayed to the archons that you couldn’t see.

You smiled at him “Thank you Diluc, hopefully it won’t take too long for the rain to let up.”

Diluc had to force himself not to melt on the spot as you said his name, he nodded and cleared his throat, turning around to busy himself with work and not embarrass himself any further.

As he wiped the counter yet again, his hand brushed up against a container of cocoa powder, Diluc paused. He looked over his shoulder and saw you slowly begin typing again.

He didn’t want to bother you again… But a sudden wave of confidence was slowly rising in him, and if he didn’t do anything now, he was certain he never would.

-

A steaming mug was placed down gently beside your laptop.

Your typing came to a stop again and your stared at the mug before slowly turning to your gaze to the redhead standing at your table, giving him a look urging him to explain.

“I always thought that hot chocolate was perfect to enjoy during this type of weather.” Diluc said as he smiled nervously.

“Oh! Thank you.” you said in shock, there was a pause before you reached into you bag in search of your wallet.

Diluc waved his hands, “there’s no need, really, it’s on the house.”

You blinked in surprise “Thank you again Diluc you didn’t have to.”

There was an another longer lapse in the conversation, you stared at the empty chair across from you.

“Would you like to join me? You can make yourself a cup, I’ll wait for you.” You felt your heart race as the weight of your impulsive worlds registered in your mind, “O-of course you don’t have to! I’m sure your busy so only if you want-“

“That sounds lovely.”

You nearly sighed in relief as Diluc stopped you from rambling even further and you smiled sheepishly at him as he quickly made his way back to the counter and quickly made his drink. In the mean time you busied yourself with putting away all your school supplies.

You were finishing zipping up your bag, Diluc had made his way back the table. As he sat down, that is when you noticed that he had taken off his apron.

Diluc himself was thinking about how strange it was to be sitting in a spot he usually watched from afar.

You sat back in your seat and grabbed your mug, Diluc did the same, and it was silent save for the rain as you two sipped at your drinks.

“So,” you started before clearing your throat “besides giving customers free drinks is there any else you do on slow days like this?”

You took another sip of your drink and Diluc smiled at the sight of you looking down at it as if there were sparkles in you eyes, the way you did when you tasted something you deemed particularly delicious.

“This happens to be a special case.” your eyes widened slightly and Diluc had to restrain himself from outwardly celebrating at the sight of your visibly flustered face. Perhaps this was a good idea after all.

“There’s not a whole lot to do besides cleaning and making sure my machines aren’t broken, but I’ve picked up some hobbies.” Diluc continued, finally answering your question.

You placed down your cup, “Such as?”

“People watching.”

#genshin impact #genshin impact imagines #genshin x gnreader #genshin fluff #genshin x reader #diluc imagines #diluc ragnvindr #diluc x y/n #diluc x reader #genshin impact x reader #diluc x you

[pastelwitchling]

Ok so I had the funniest idea of Michael and Alex just slapping sticky notes on each other as a way to work around their shitty communication skills. Like sometimes its paragraphs or a simple doodle of a heart or frowny face or a short sentence. It evolves to them texting each other while sitting RIGHT next to each other at a dinner or group thing. I'm have fun with it Rin! Hope you're doing well 💖

@female-overlord-3

               Michael woke to something over his eyes. His brows furrowed and he sat up, panic barely starting to settle in his chest before the thing blocking his view fluttered onto his blanketed lap, and he saw that it was just a sticky note.

               “What the . . .?”

               He picked it up, and read the message in familiar handwriting. You’re cute when you sleep.

               His brows furrowed and a confused laugh bubbled in his throat. “You’re cute,” was all he said as he gripped the edges of the blue paper.

               He went into the kitchen after pulling on a pair of sweats, and found Alex leaning over the counter, all his weight on his good leg, as he typed something on his computer, a cup of steaming coffee next to him.

               Michael leaned in and kissed his cheek, one hand instinctively reaching around to squeeze Alex’s ass. With his other hand, he held up the sticky note.

               “When did this start being a thing?”

               Alex merely smiled, reached for something next to his mug, and before Michael could ask what it was, Alex stuck another blue sticky note on his chest.

               You’re so sexy in the morning, it hurts.

               Michael read it and laughed, kissing Alex’s temple this time. “Did something happen to your voice?”

               He shrugged a shoulder, returning to his work. “You know I’m not good at saying that stuff. I’m good at writing it though.”

               “Oh?” Michael grinned. “Is that what’s in that journal of yours?”

               “Oh yeah,” Alex laughed. “Just endless erotic fantasies about you.”

               Michael bit his lower lip and leaned in again. “I wouldn’t mind reading that.”

               Alex let Michael taking his lips in his own, kissing him once, twice, before he put a hand on his hairy chest and pushed him away.

               “I saw the sticky note pad and . . . I don’t know, got an idea.”

               “So from now on,” Michael said, “every time you have a thought about me, instead of just telling me, you’re going to write it down?”

               Alex scoffed. “Don’t be silly,” and he put another sticky note on Michael’s cheek. “I’ve had these ready for days.” He stuck another one on Michael’s shoulder. “They apply at any given moment.” Then he put another two on Michael’s chin and his chest.

               They burst into laughter, and Michael pulled each one off to read. He’d thought Alex had been joking about the erotic fantasies, but the written messages had his laughter dying in his throat and heat pooling in his gut.

               “Wow,” he breathed after reading the last one. Instead of throwing them away, he folded them up and stuffed them in his pocket. Then he turned Alex around, pushing him against the counter, and kissed him senseless.

               So it followed for the next few days. Alex would pin a sticky note to some part of Michael’s face or hands or clothing, Michael would read the message, and get so turned on that he would physically pull Alex away from whatever he was doing to take him on the couch, against the wall, in his bed, in his truck.

               “Don’t you ever get tired?” Alex had laughed breathlessly once after Michael had taken him from behind over the kitchen counter.

               Michael had pressed kisses to the nape of his neck and said, “You’re a really good writer.”

               Then came a rare instance in which Michael had woken up one morning before Alex had, the sky outside still dark. He’d spotted the pad of sticky notes and wrote down a message.

               As he looked at Alex, his cheeks red and his hair soft and his expression at peace, as it so rarely was, he could only think of one thing to say.

               He wrote the words, I love you, the words he’d yet to say to anyone and mean them, and looked back at Alex before he crumpled the paper up and levitated it into the fireplace.

               “I’ll tell you I love you,” he whispered against Alex’s lips, “when you wake up.”

               So he wrote the next best thing which, he realized, was not that special at all. Something he’d been whispering against Alex’s skin since December started and the decorations went up. Since Alex had asked him what he wanted for Christmas, and Michael had confessed he already had what he wanted. And he wrapped his arms around Alex, pulling him in tightly against him. He fell asleep while pressing faint kisses to Alex’s forehead, his eyes fluttering shut, his smile in place as he imagined Alex’s reaction when he woke up to his note.

               Merry Christmas, Private, Alex would read. You’re the best gift I’ve ever gotten.

#alex manes #michael guerin #malex #malex fic #malex fanfic #malex fanfiction #roswell new mexico #roswell nm #malex angst #malex fluff #tyler blackburn #michael vlamis

[sdvharveybby]

If you are taking requests I was thinking if you could write for the farmer and Harvey in their first everything, like, their first date, first kiss, first... Time👀? ... You know, their first things

Sorry this was so late, but I got into watching Tokyo Ghoul and literally days went by. Great anime by the way! I love watching like gross and terrifying anime’s. Besides Attack on Titan and The Promised Neverland, Tokyo Ghoul is definitely amongst my top favorites.

See how I can’t stop talking once I start?? Anyways, I loved this ask!!! I really really did, it’s just so cute and fluffy. Like a bunch of clouds all piled into one ask. Great idea so thank you for sending this in!

I added in, saying ‘I love you’, holding hands, and getting drunk together lmao I just made them as like... chopped up headcannons because there’s no way I could have added all of this as a story!

Without further ado, hope you enjoyed this! Thank you bby!!

ALSO THIS DOES MENTION THEM DOING THE DIDDLE, OKAY? IT DOES NOT GO INTO DETAIL BUT NSFW ANYWAYS. SORRY BBYS :) (it’s the very last paragraph if you want/need to avoid it)

 Word Count: 1343

First date:

Oh, it’s filled with a lot of laughs. Both Harvey and the farmer share jokes and awkward stories about their lives- mostly to break up potential tension, and to also learn about each other. Harvey figures it’s better than the traditional boring small talk that’s usually made during first dates. Also, considering it’s a small town- they both know the answers to the basic questions normally asked like, “What do you do for a living.” For as how nervous Harvey seems to be- he plays it off quite nice.

He’s also blushy. Mainly because he’s trying to maintain eye contact with a potential love interest, but he loves that feeling! Harvey definitely has a smile on the entire time, and also barely eats his food because he’s so invested in learning about the other person.

But things just happen to him. Without his control- outside forces just want to play on his nervousness. Something like Emily randomly tripping and accidentally spilling his water/wine on him. Then it’s just a brief moment of both Harvey and Emily chaotically trying to wipe up the liquid, Emily feels bad, but the farmer finds it adorable at how much Harvey tries to console Emily, like, “No! Don’t feel bad! It’s not your fault, you didn’t plan for that to happen.” With an awkward smile the whole time.

He does get a bit tipsy during the first date though… and he definitely gets more confident. He’ll start to compliment the farmer in every way he can. He’ll also start to find everything funny, even if it’s not meant to be. He’ll giggle if the farmer drops a spoon or if somebody bumps into them walking by. He can’t help it! But where eye contact was hard for him before, it’s easy now, and he’ll begin to share some of his feelings that he has towards the farmer.

Holding hands:

The first time the farmer and Harvey hold hands is at the Feast of the Winter Star. The brisk cold made the farmer shudder and stick their hands in their coat pockets. It’s with a moment of impulsivity that Harvey reaches his hand into the farmers pocket and entangles his hand with theirs. There’s a brief moment of silence between them until he leans his head closer to theirs and says, “I hope this is all right- I just didn’t want you to be cold.”

He doesn’t seem nervous when doing that though- it was actually a comfortable action for him. It didn’t rely on conversations or him trying to impress the farmer. He just wants them to be happy and warm.

First time getting DRUNK (I just thought this was a funny idea):

First time they ever get drunk together is actually in Harveys apartment. He’s always been good about limiting how much alcohol he drank, but with the rousing conversations the farmer and him had- he wasn’t paying any attention.

They are both star fished onto the floor- heads next to each other just laughing. Either of them would first start a joke or story and get about four words in until they would just start laughing.

It ends that night with actual life related conversations. With barriers down, they begin to share their fears, hopes, and dreams. They learn quite a bit about each other doing this, and they end up falling asleep on the floor, at some point, late into the night.

First kiss:

The farmer initiates this one, mostly because Harvey doesn’t have the slightest idea on how he would approach their first kiss.

They decided to go on a date to the beach to watch the sunset. It wasn’t meant to be anything particularly special, but as they sit on the docks listening to the water rush up on shore and watching the golden sun set- it became special…

As Harvey is in mid story the farmer cuts them off, “Hey, Harvey?” they ask, and he responds with a questioned, “Hmm?” and that’s when the farmer turned his head and kissed him!

At first kiss- it was quick. The farmer took it as initial rejection when Harvey basically became a wooden plank, but a part of him didn’t even know if it was real. His eyes were wide, a deep red blushing his cheeks. It takes him a moment, but he is genuinely ecstatic. He reaches in close placing a hand on the farmers cheek and gives them a deep kiss lasting much longer than their first (eyes closed this time!)

It was just a simple kiss, but to him it meant validation. It meant, ‘They like me as much as I like them.’ He certainly treasured the moment- something he would never forget. Sometimes at night, he remembers this moment and gets so giddy that it becomes hard to sleep.

First ‘I love you’:

This was at the Dance of the Moonlight Jellies event! A sight to behold no matter how many times you’ve seen it.

They stood next to each other on the docks as far out to the water as they could get. It was dark out, but with the moon shining bright, they could vaguely make each other. Once the event began, Harvey and the farmer held hands eyes bright as the jellyfish swam in close. They saw an array of beautiful jellyfish before them, in the background they could hear people breathlessly saying ‘ooo’ and ‘ahh’. An assortment of colors illuminated upon Harvey and the farmer as they both would point out one’s they found particular pretty or cool. Harvey then saw his opportunity and leaned in close to the farmers ear and whispered, “Could I tell you something?” They turned to look at him, watching the colors dance across his face, he wore a soft smile and said, “I love you.” The farmer immediately gave him a big hug whispering, “I love you, too.”

The farmer couldn’t see it, but Harvey had tears brimming his eyes when they reciprocated his love. It made him feel reassured and accepted, another moment he never wanted to forget as they held each other.

First time having sex:

If Harvey couldn’t initiate their first kiss- he sure as hell had no one idea how to properly initiate them having sex for the first time.

The farmer invited Harvey over for dinner one night; something they could do together and enjoy each other’s company. It started off standard, as they’ve done this many times before, but Harvey decided that they should have dinner in front of the fireplace. The night air was cold, and this would be something comfortable for the both of them.

They sat in front of the fireplace as they ate- sharing their usual stories or making up things as they went. It became a great evening for both of them, it seemed it was perfect! When they finished, Harvey stood to clear off the table and before grabbing the farmers plate, he leaned down for a kiss. Something must have been in the air because his initial quick kiss evolved into them passionately kissing amongst the warmth of the fireplace. He set his plate back down on to the table, and they made there way into the bedroom.

Now, they both knew what this would mean, and it being their first time doing this together- they were nervous to say the least. But the passion and drive for one another quickly threw their nerves out of the window. It was a craving to be with each other and it wasn’t long until they made it to the bed… and the rest is history.

Neither of them could properly describe the night they had together. It was riveting, exciting, and loving, but they couldn’t put that into words. It was a night they both shared that memory together, and after they had finished it was left with, “Do we clean off the table now?” “Let’s just do it in the morning.” Sleeping in each other’s arms and soaking in each other’s warmth, nothing could have been better.

#sdv #sdv harvey #harvey stardew valley #stardew valley harvey #stardew farmer #sdv farmer #farmer stardew valley #stardew valley

[deadfictionalcamel]

Having just finished Apollo Justice, I gotta say I had an absolute blast. Ramblings under the cut to spare y’all the paragraphs because I need to gush into the void about how much I liked it.

The character art, the music, the twists and jokes, I love it all. But most of all, I was just blown away by the writing of the overall story. Granted, I can only really compare to AA1-3, but no other Ace Attorney game comes even close to me with such a well thought-out, cohesive, and compelling throughline connecting all the cases into a larger arc. Maybe AA3? But personally I enjoyed the story of this one much more than that in AA3. Its been a bit, I’d have to replay it to say for sure. It’s funny because it’s Ace Attorney and it’s all ridiculous and it’s all buckwild, but this game’s writing—in overall structure, literal dialogue, and how the twists in the cases progress—felt so much more grounded in reality (no swinging across burning bridges like Tarzan, yaknow?) And Kristoph was a much more compelling villain to me than either Dahlia or Godot.

I love how the opening tutorial case sets it all up, I love how the seemingly filler case of Turnabout Corner does a great job of introducing you to the new cast, I love Turnabout Serenade on its own merit and for how much it contributes to Turnabout Succession. And boy did I have fun with Turnabout Succession, going back and forth and piecing the mystery together over those seven years. Even the way each episode starts, instead of an opening cinematic and a client thrust into Phoenix’s arms, I love how you get to see Apollo out and about in the world while the crime evolves around him (and then of course, a client is thrust into his arms).

The new cast is also a blast. Apollo and Klavier are super fun. Cryptic hobo daddy Phoenix is my favorite. Absolutely love Ema, she’s so cool. Kristoph is just the right mix of manipulative and murderous. And Trucy is just downright adorable (sorry Maya you don’t even come close).

The character animation too is so so good. Apollo is super expressive, I love his ‘thinking, arms crossed, finger against his forehead’ stance. Whoever animated Klavier’s air guitar fingers? I love you. Phoenix’s sprite in the flashbacks sticking out like a sore thumb with its old artstyle? Love it. And Trucy? Perfection.

I could go on, but that’s enough gushing for now. I’m riding that post-credits high so it’ll be like a week until I calm down about this game sorry. For sure though, I had a good time with this. I haven’t heard the greatest things about AA5 and AA6, but we’ll see ig. I can’t wait to see more of Apollo.

#many thoughts. head full #ignore me I just need to gush #tldr I had fun #ace attorney #apollo justice

[anincorrectpetunia]

But the note. The note. The fucking note...

y'all had feelings and I loved them:

But the note. The note. The fucking note. gutted me! I am amazed at how you can weave these big words (that i admittedly look up sometimes) and also able to make me feel sucker punched with these three sentences. I love it. I love both.--@ugotpoped

I'm glad you enjoyed that note. I will confess that the last scene was one of 3 scenes that held up the update, because I couldn't access the Fitz character because of my own...stuff going on. I knew that letter was key to they way the whole scene would evolve. Olivia couldn't feel him if I couldn't feel him.

Ugotpoped, thank you for saying the part in parentheses. I am not a poser;I just love words--but only if they feel right . And I make sure to mix in everyday vernacular and some jokes, too, along with the sentimental and lyrical. I'm glad you're responding well to my brew.

Wow, that letter! That letter is exquisitely written and it said everything. It brought tears to my eyes. I can see why it made Liv emotional. He apologized, praised her for her accomplishments, and gave her a meaningful and thoughtful gift. She cried. She cried because he didn’t seem angry with her and wasn’t petty like she was in her letter to him. But she cried mostly because of the tone and sense of finality to it all. He wished her well. I can’t stop crying as I write this review. It’s all happy tears though cause this is so well written and so well put together. ... This letter brings me back to the show when Fitz told her he was “letting her go” because that’s what she wanted and he walked away leaving her sitting at the restaurant crying. That moment by the way broke me till today. However, this letter is so much more powerful and tear-jerking and emotional than anything shonda did. It’s just everything to me. And it’s everything to Liv. She now lost any hope that he still wanted to be with her after the way she behaved towards him and after everything she had said to him. She finally realized that she wasn’t really moving on with her life. She was in denial about everything up until she read the letter.--@Olitzloverforever /@edelineSchneid3

It is amazing that the letter touched you so much. Thank you. Yeah, I think the letter allowed her to unleash a lot of what was pent up inside about him, even after she was moving forward in the other areas of her life. Remember,

unlike with Edison and Cyrus, she didn't resolve much with Fitz. She literally reduced her emotional outpouring down from a four page letter to a 4 line paragraph. To me that said she wasn't done, but was not ready to move forward with him. I think she's still trying to understand what's holding her back. But I feel like a door has been cracked open.

I also love how she keeps his notes. Does she put them in a box and take them out and read them? Will we find out, P? --@aprillea

One thing I hope you noticed is that we first see Liv leave Fitz a note in Episode 2. We learn that he finds them endearing, even when she could easily text him some of it. So, you think she's the one that started it. But...

Episode 7 shows us the true genesis. Now, as to whether she keeps them in a box, and Fitz knows this, or knows that her note-leaving is related to what he started...

We shall see. Stay tuned in the present storyline.

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