#waffle words of wisdom | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

dc-and-arfrona · 10 months

Text

Traditions - HeadCannons - BatBoys

—-

Batboys x GN!Reader

Type: Fluff

Word Count: 2.6k+

Masterlist

Summary: Your Traditions

—

Jason Todd - Library Dates

The Gotham City Library was a place of solace for both Y/N and Jason Todd. It had become their sanctuary, a respite from the chaos and danger that enveloped their lives. Every week, without fail, they met there to immerse themselves in the world of literature and to cherish their growing bond.

On a quiet evening, Y/N made their way through the library's entrance, a sense of anticipation coursing through their veins. As they stepped inside, the familiar scent of aged books greeted them, wrapping them in a comforting embrace. The sound of hushed whispers and pages turning filled the air, creating a symphony of knowledge.

Glancing around, Y/N spotted Jason waiting near their favorite reading spot, his piercing blue eyes scanning the shelves. A smile spread across their face as they approached him, the excitement of their shared tradition filling the air.

"Hey, Jay," Y/N greeted, their voice a gentle whisper. "Ready for our library adventure?"

Jason turned towards them, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Always, Y/N. Let's see what treasures we can find today."

Together, they embarked on their journey, exploring the countless rows of books that held infinite stories and wisdom. Y/N's heart skipped a beat every time their fingers brushed against Jason's as they reached for the same book, their connection growing stronger with each fleeting touch.

They meandered through the aisles, sharing whispered conversations and excited whispers about the tales that captivated them. They discovered hidden gems in every genre, losing themselves in worlds of fantasy, romance, and adventure.

As they settled into their favorite reading nook, a cozy corner bathed in the soft glow of a nearby lamp, Y/N couldn't help but steal glances at Jason. The way his brow furrowed in concentration, the way his eyes scanned the pages with unwavering focus—it was mesmerizing.

In the tranquil silence, Y/N found solace in Jason's presence, a calmness that transcended the chaos of their lives. The library was their sanctuary, but in each other's company, it became something even more profound.

Occasionally, they'd share passages that spoke to their hearts, their voices blending harmoniously as they discussed the themes and emotions evoked by the stories they encountered. The library walls became witness to their intellectual exchanges and heartfelt conversations, each word bringing them closer together.

Time seemed to lose its meaning as they lost themselves in the pages. Hours melted away, but it felt like mere moments in each other's company. And in that ephemeral space, Y/N and Jason forged a connection, their souls entwined through their shared love for literature.

As the library's closing time drew near, Jason reluctantly closed the book in his hands. He turned to Y/N, a spark of warmth in his eyes. "Same time next week?"

Y/N's heart skipped a beat as they nodded, their voice filled with sincerity. "Absolutely, Jason. The library wouldn't be the same without you."

And with that, they bid the library farewell, knowing that their tradition would continue, and their bond would grow stronger with each passing week. For in the sanctuary of books, they had found something rare and beautiful—a love that bloomed amidst the pages and a shared passion that united their hearts.

---------------------

Dick Grayson - Ice Cream Dates

The warm summer breeze swept through the streets of Gotham City as Nightwing and Y/N strolled along, their laughter filling the air. It had become their cherished tradition to explore the city's ice cream parlors, seeking out new and exciting flavors to indulge in.

As they approached their favorite spot, the colorful neon sign of "Sweet Delights" beckoned them with its tantalizing glow. The scent of sugar and waffle cones wafted from the entrance, a promise of frozen delights that awaited them inside.

Nightwing held the door open, a mischievous twinkle in his blue eyes. "After you, my ice cream connoisseur."

Y/N playfully rolled their eyes and stepped inside, their excitement palpable. The glass display cases revealed rows of frozen treasures, each one more enticing than the last. They eagerly scanned the labels, discussing their preferences and debating which flavors to sample.

After much deliberation, they made their selections and settled into a cozy booth, their pints of ice cream before them like delectable works of art. Nightwing couldn't help but admire Y/N's enthusiasm as they dove into their first spoonful, savoring the creamy goodness.

"So," Nightwing began, a grin spreading across his face, "what do you think of the new flavor? Is it worthy of our ice cream adventures?"

Y/N's eyes lit up, their delight evident. "Absolutely! The combination of caramel swirls and chunks of brownie is a stroke of genius. Gotham's ice cream scene never disappoints."

As they indulged in their frozen treats, the conversation flowed effortlessly. They shared stories, laughter, and dreams, their bond growing stronger with every spoonful. The ice cream parlor became their sanctuary—a place where they could let their guard down and revel in the simple pleasures of life.

Nightwing couldn't help but be captivated by Y/N's infectious joy, their eyes sparkling with every new flavor they discovered. In that moment, he realized that it wasn't just about the ice cream—it was about the shared experiences, the shared memories that made their tradition so special.

With each new pint they devoured, their friendship blossomed into something more. Nightwing found himself falling for Y/N, their shared passion and adventures deepening his affection. The way they laughed, the way their eyes crinkled at the corners—it was pure magic.

As the last spoonful disappeared, Nightwing leaned back, a contented smile on his face. "Another successful ice cream adventure, wouldn't you say?"

Y/N nodded, their expression filled with happiness. "Definitely. Thank you for introducing me to this tradition, Nightwing. It's become one of my favorite parts of Gotham."

Nightwing's heart skipped a beat at the mention of his alter ego. He reached across the table, gently grasping Y/N's hand. "The pleasure is all mine. And maybe next time, we can try a new flavor that's as sweet as you."

Y/N blushed, their eyes meeting Nightwing's with a mix of surprise and affection. "I'd like that, Nightwing. I'd like that a lot."

And in that ice cream parlor, amidst the swirls of sweet flavors and stolen glances, Nightwing and Y/N discovered that their favorite tradition was about much more than just ice cream—it was a gateway to their hearts, a journey of love that had only just begun.

---------------------

Damian Wayne - Morning Coffee Walks

The morning sun cast a warm glow over Gotham City as Damian Wayne and Y/N stepped out onto the bustling streets. Their loyal companion, a spirited dog named Ace, happily wagged his tail, ready for their daily adventure. It had become their cherished tradition to start their mornings with a peaceful walk to their favorite coffee shop, embracing the tranquility before the chaos of the day.

As they strolled along the familiar path, Damian's stoic demeanor softened, a small smile tugging at his lips. Ace's leash gently swayed between them, connecting them as a trio of companions. The city's buzz seemed to fade into the background, replaced by the quiet harmony of their footsteps and the rhythmic patter of Ace's paws on the pavement.

Soon, they reached the charming coffee shop, its aroma of freshly brewed beans and pastries welcoming them with open arms. Damian held the door open for Y/N and Ace, his eyes scanning the chalkboard menu, already knowing their usual orders by heart.

With their cups of steaming coffee in hand and a treat for Ace, they settled into a cozy outdoor seating area. The morning sunlight filtered through the leaves of nearby trees, casting dappled shadows on their faces. Damian couldn't help but be captivated by Y/N's radiant smile, a sight that made the world feel just a little brighter.

As they sipped their coffee and exchanged gentle conversation, their dog curled up at their feet, Damian found himself drawn to the simple moments—the way Y/N's laughter filled the air, the warmth of their hand as it brushed against his own, and the love that radiated from Ace's expressive eyes.

Together, they absorbed the tranquil ambiance, finding solace in each other's company amidst the city's chaos. The world seemed to slow down as they sipped their coffee, their conversations flowing effortlessly from lighthearted banter to heartfelt reflections.

Damian marveled at the way Y/N's presence could bring calm to his usually tumultuous world. With them by his side, the weight of responsibilities and expectations eased, replaced by a sense of peace and acceptance.

As their coffee cups emptied, Y/N leaned back in their chair, a contented sigh escaping their lips. "These mornings with you and Ace are the best part of my day, Damian."

Damian's emerald eyes softened, a rare vulnerability flickering in their depths. "And they are mine as well. This tradition, the three of us, it's something I treasure deeply."

Y/N reached over, their fingers brushing against Damian's hand. "I'm grateful for our walks and the moments we share, Damian. They mean more to me than you'll ever know."

A genuine smile graced Damian's face, one that mirrored the warmth in his heart. "I am not one to express sentiments readily, but know that you and Ace are important to me. Together, we make a formidable team."

Their hands intertwined, Y/N and Damian basked in the simplicity of the morning, cherishing the bond they had forged with each other and their faithful canine companion. In that moment, the world seemed full of endless possibilities, and they were ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

With each new morning walk, Damian and Y/N's love deepened, their connection strengthening with every shared coffee, every stolen glance, and every playful bark from their loyal friend. For in the midst of Gotham's chaos, they had found a sanctuary—a sanctuary of love, understanding, and the unwavering support of a faithful dog.

---------------------

Bruce Wayne - Lunch Dates

Amidst the bustling streets of Gotham City, Bruce Wayne and Y/N shared a secret tradition—a respite from the chaos of their lives. Every day, during Bruce's lunch break, they would escape the confines of Wayne Enterprises to seek solace in a quaint café tucked away from prying eyes.

Y/N eagerly awaited Bruce's arrival, their heart skipping a beat as they caught sight of him striding purposefully towards the café entrance. A warm smile played at the corners of Bruce's lips, a rare sight that made Y/N's heart flutter.

As they settled into their usual booth, a sense of comfort settled over them. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the gentle chatter of fellow patrons created a serene backdrop for their cherished tradition.

"So, what's on the menu today, Bruce?" Y/N asked, a playful twinkle in their eyes.

Bruce chuckled, a sound that was both familiar and comforting. "How about we try the chef's special? I trust their culinary expertise."

Y/N nodded in agreement, their gaze lingering on Bruce. In these moments, away from the public eye, they were allowed glimpses of the man behind the billionaire facade—the vulnerability, the passion, and the yearning for connection.

As their meals arrived, they savored each bite, the flavors dancing on their tongues. Conversation flowed easily, shifting effortlessly between lighthearted banter and shared aspirations. Bruce's genuine laughter filled the air, a rarity that Y/N cherished.

"You know, Bruce," Y/N began, their voice filled with sincerity, "these lunch breaks have become my favorite part of the day. It's a chance to escape the chaos and simply be."

Bruce's gaze softened, his eyes reflecting a depth of emotion rarely seen. "I feel the same way, Y/N. In the midst of the demands and responsibilities, these moments remind me of what truly matters."

Y/N reached across the table, their fingers gently intertwining with Bruce's. "We all need a reprieve from the weight of the world, Bruce. I'm grateful to be a part of this tradition with you."

Bruce's grip tightened, a silent reassurance in his touch. "Thank you, Y/N. You bring light into my life, reminding me of the joy and beauty that exist even in the darkest of times."

As their lunch break drew to a close, they shared a moment of quiet connection, their intertwined hands speaking volumes of their unspoken affection. Though they would soon return to their respective roles and responsibilities, the bond forged in these fleeting moments would endure.

With a lingering touch and a promise of future meetings, Bruce and Y/N bid farewell to the café. As they stepped back into the world, their hearts were buoyed by the knowledge that they had found solace and companionship in each other—a sanctuary amidst the chaos, a tradition that nurtured their souls.

And so, between the clandestine meetings and secret lunch breaks, Bruce Wayne and Y/N built a foundation of trust, love, and shared moments—a testament to the power of connection and the beauty of finding solace in the simple pleasures of life.

---------------------

Tim Drake - Unsolved Documentaries

In the quiet sanctuary of Tim Drake's cozy apartment, he and Y/N found solace in the mysteries that unfolded on the screen. Their shared love for unsolved documentaries had become a treasured tradition, a window into the enigmatic depths of human nature.

As the evening settled in, Tim queued up their latest selection, the glow of the TV casting a soft illumination across the room. Y/N curled up beside him, their eyes fixed on the unfolding story of a baffling crime that had remained unsolved for decades.

Intertwining their fingers, Tim and Y/N journeyed into the realms of intrigue and curiosity, their minds captivated by the elusive answers that lay just beyond their grasp. The unsolved mysteries sparked conversations that danced between theories and deductions, the lines between reality and imagination blurred.

In the depths of the documentary, Tim's analytical mind shone brightly, his eyes alight with the thrill of piecing together clues. Y/N marveled at his keen intellect, admiring the way his passion for solving puzzles ignited the room, casting a vibrant energy around them.

As the final credits rolled, Y/N let out a contented sigh. "Another fascinating case. I can't help but wonder what really happened."

Tim turned towards them, a playful glimmer in his eyes. "Well, you know, I do have a few theories of my own. Care to hear them?"

Y/N grinned, their curiosity piqued. "Absolutely. I'm all ears, detective."

Tim launched into a detailed analysis, sharing his insights and thoughts with the enthusiasm of a true detective. Their conversation flowed effortlessly, their minds intertwining as they dissected the complexities of each unsolved mystery.

In those moments, Tim and Y/N found solace and connection—a shared passion that transcended the mundane. They reveled in the depths of the unknown, each case bringing them closer together, their shared excitement forging an unbreakable bond.

As the night wore on, Y/N couldn't help but steal glances at Tim—the way his eyes sparkled with intensity, the furrow of his brow as he pondered the unsolved riddles. They admired his intellect and the unwavering dedication he brought to every mystery, captivated by the intricate layers of his personality.

With each documentary they explored, Tim and Y/N unearthed not only the enigmas of the world but also the depths of their own connection. In the quiet moments of contemplation and spirited discussions, they found a sanctuary—an escape from the chaos of life, where they could embrace the allure of the unknown together.

And so, in the depths of Tim's apartment, they would continue their tradition—watching unsolved documentaries, sharing theories, and delving into the mysteries that awaited them. As they embarked on another journey of the unknown, Tim and Y/N knew that they had discovered something rare and beautiful—a love that thrived amidst the enigmatic depths of their shared passion.

216 notes · View notes

bonezone44 · 3 months

Text

linecook!Ezra ficlet (18+)

Linecook!Ezra x afab!Reader

word count: 873.

Tags: no smut. Just some good ol’ fashioned Waffle House dirty talk. Implied oral (f), implied past somno fingering, implied past p-in-v.

a/n: I've got 1000 other fics I should be writing but then this came out and I know it ends abruptly, but I'm trying to get my brain going.

+++++

Ezra, sitting on an overturned bucket in the back of the Waffle House, spits wisdom to his young cohorts on his cigarette break. They gather around him with eager eyes and hopeful smiles while he shares tales of the beforetimes (before the current manager was hired). He feels like the village elder, continuing an oral tradition that began long before the Waffle House existed. Back when it was a plot of land on the side of the highway that the local farmers would use to set up their vegetable stands every day.

When his tale is done, so is his cigarette. He snubs it out on the wall behind him and tosses the butt in an ever-present, faded, empty can of Barq’s root beer.

"You want another one?" asks one of the new waitresses, holding out a pack of Marlboro 100s that seemed to materialize from thin air with how swiftly she acquired it from her purse. Her fingernails are chewed down to the bone. She's nineteen years old and keen for Ezra's attention and approval.

She’s cute, he thinks. But he knows she’s too young and inexperienced for a man with his tastes. He wasn’t nearly as patient and accommodating as he had been in previous years. And none of those passing thoughts matter much anyhow since he has you.

He smiles, though, and continues to be polite. "I appreciate the offer, but I find myself satisfied with that particular poison for today." He pulls out a small joint of marijuana from his pocket. "On to the next one," he drawls with a smirk and the group laughs. They watch quietly as he lights it up with a flick of his BIC and takes a long, deep inhale. He holds it for as long as his aging lungs can muster and releases it above him in a thick cloud of smoke.

Then the back door flies open and you poke your head out.

You scoff at the sight. "Ezra! What are you doin back here? I need you on the grill!" You wave your hand, swatting the weed smoke away.

"I am holding court with my brethren," he turns to you and answers coolly.

"You're not gettin paid to hold court!" you yell. "I got hungry people in here!"

"Alright, alright." He licks his finger and thumb and pinches out the cherry of his joint. He looks to his audience. "Duty calls," he says with a smile and stands up. He lazily makes his way inside while you stand there and hold the door open for him.

—

You look out at the group. "What are y'all doin here? Y'all don't even work today!"

They offer their excuses, but you don't care to hear. You shoo them off and tell them to go home.

Back inside, Ezra's washing his hands at the sink. You two are hidden from view.

"I got people starin at me wonderin when their food's gonna get started!" you grouse.

"And they will be fed shortly," Ezra responds casually–as if he has all the goddamn time in the world. He dries his hands with a few paper towels and tosses them in the trash.

Your shoulders fall. "I'm exhausted, Ezra," you whine, begging for sympathy. "My feet hurt. I smell like shit. I don't wanna deal with these people anymore."

"C'mere, starlette." He wraps one arm around your waist and pulls you close. His other hand slaps your asscheek, hard. You gasp and jump and it brings your bodies closer. He looks at you adoringly. "Your shift is nearly done and when my relief arrives--" He slides one hand down the center of your ass. "--I will hurry myself to your place of residence post-haste--" His fingers press against your most sensitive area through the thin, polyester fabric of your work pants. You whimper. "--and devour your sex until I am smothered and covered in your juices.”

You close your eyes and fight back a smile. Ezra is the only man you’ve been with to make good on his promises–well, when it came to sex, at least. “I’ll probably be asleep by the time you get there.”

“That’s never stopped me before,” he murmurs to you with hazy eyes.

You feel something hard press against you. Your whole body warms to the memory of waking up with Ezra heavy on top of you, fingers sliding in and out of your cunt. You melt against him like a slice of cheese. “Shit, Ezra,” you sigh. You wanna pull him into the manager’s office again like you did on your third shift. Leaned over the desk with your pants pulled just below your ass and Ezra’s apron tossed over his shoulder. You were tossing your ass back just as hard as he was slamming his hips. Never even got caught.

“Anybody workin here?!” a voice bellows from the dining room.

You immediately pull back from Ezra, though he is loath to let you go.

“I’m coming!” you shout.

“Yes, you will be,” mutters Ezra.

You grab a stray rag from the counter and toss it in his face with a frustrated huff. You straighten your clothes and rush to the front, doing your best to make peace with the upset guest.

+++++

#ezra prospect #x reader #ezra x afab!reader

35 notes · View notes

dreaminginthedeepsouth · 4 months

Text

Mike Luckovich

* * * *

Why Nikki Haley’s answer omitting slavery as a cause of the Civil War matters.

What happened.

At a campaign event in New Hampshire, a member of the audience asked Nikki Haley to identify the causes of the Civil War. She gave an evasive answer that omitted slavery as a cause of the Civil War. She said,

I think the cause of the Civil War was basically how government was going to run. The freedoms and what people could and couldn’t do.

Haley was immediately attacked, mocked, and condemned for failing to identify slavery as a cause of the Civil War. During a Thursday morning interview, she attempted to walk back her prior answer with an equally offensive and unconvincing answer. As described in Forbes,

During the Thursday morning interview, she said the goal of the Civil War was to ensure each person has their freedom, including freedom of speech, freedom of religion and the “freedom to do and be anything they want to be without anyone or government getting in the way . . . Yes, I know it was about slavery. I’m from the South, of course I know it’s about slavery.”

Why it matters.

Haley has a history of minimizing or dismissing the role of slavery in the Civil War. The incident on Wednesday is merely the latest episode that reveals her willingness to cater to white nationalists in pursuit of elected office. As former New Jersey Governor Chris Christie said,

She's smart and she knows better. And she didn't say it because she's a racist. Because she's not. I know her well and I don't believe Nikki has a racist bone in her body . . . the reason she did it is just as bad, if not worse, and should make everybody concerned about her candidacy. She did it because she's unwilling to offend anyone by telling the truth. If she is unwilling to stand up and say that slavery is what caused the Civil War because she's afraid of offending constituents in some other part of the country, if she's afraid to say that Donald Trump is unfit because she's afraid of offending people who support Donald Trump, . . . What's going to happen when she has to stand up against forces in our own party who want to drag this country deeper and deeper into anger and division and exhaustion?”

Christie is right that Nikki Haley is afraid to tell the truth. But she is also a reactionary conservative posing as a moderate. As the NYTimes noted, her failure to include slavery threatens to destroy her image as someone attractive to moderate Republicans and independents. Per the Times,

Ms. Haley’s appeal as a candidate of moderation is mixed. As governor of South Carolina, she signed some of the harshest immigration and anti-abortion laws in the country at the time, as well as a stringent voter identification law that required photo ID at the ballot box.

But Haley’s omission of slavery was not merely an act of cowardice on her part. She was promoting a dangerous revisionist history of the Civil War that has taken root in the former Confederate states. Haley is promoting the myth of the “Lost Cause” of the South—a romanticized transformation of the brutal practice of slavery into (in the words of Haley) “traditions that are noble — traditions of history, of heritage, and of ancestry.”

I highly recommend a thoughtful and detailed discussion of Haley’s dangerous answer by Joshua Zeitz in Politico, Opinion | Why Was It So Hard for Nikki Haley to Say "Slavery"? Civil War History Has the Answer.

Zeitz writes,

The Lost Cause mythology was more than bad history. It provided the intellectual justification for Jim Crow — not just in the former Confederacy, but everywhere systemic racism denied Black citizens equal citizenship and economic rights. [¶] With GOP presidential candidates waffling on the Civil War, rejecting history curricula in their states and launching political fusillades against “woke” culture, it remains for the rest of us to reaffirm the wisdom of Frederick Douglass, who in the last years of his life stated: “Death has no power to change moral qualities. What was bad before the war, and during the war, has not been made good since the war. … Whatever else I may forget, I shall never forget the difference between those who fought for liberty and those who fought for slavery.”

Nikki Haley wants to forget “the difference between those who fought for liberty and those who fought for slavery.” In pursuit of the presidency, she recasts “fighting for slavery” as “noble traditions of history, heritage, and ancestry.” Shame on her.

Haley is telling us who she is. We should believe her.

Robert B. Hubbell Newsletter

#Robert B. Hubbell #Robert B. Hubbell newsletter #Nikki Haley #the civil war #slavery #the old south #White supremacy #The Lost Cause #Mike Luckovich

42 notes · View notes

stagefoureddiediaz · 2 years

Text

Costume Meta 6x01

It feels so good to be back 🎉 and Now I have a 30 picture limit I’m gonna have so much fun!!!

We’re starting with a bit of colour theory because this episode went hard with the Yellow and blue colour theory from the opening scene! I mean we should have realised the show was gonna go hard with this episode - a giant blimp (actually a zeppelin but semantics!!) kitted out in yellow and blue crash landing - subtly is not known here! you can read my yellow blue colour theory here, but in summary - there has been a bit of a trend in the last few years in television to use yellow and blue in relation to queer relationships - the colour theory was used in Heartbreaker, Our flag means death, and Stranger things - to name a few! The long and short of it is that Yellow - the colour of communication pairs up with blue - the colour of trust and loyalty…

So we started with a giant yellow and blue blimp and from there the yellow and blue was all over the place - the buddie kitchen scene, the dad in the golf course emergency, the win a car emergency (blue car and guy in yellow) etc.

Ok now I’ve got that out of the way - I’m going to stick with going through Character by Character as it makes my life bit easier - putting the rest under the cut as this got insanely long!!

Lucy Wearing a light grey marl cap sleeve tee - light grey is a neutral colour - but it also symbolises control (a reference to the fact she was going to be interim captain) and practicality - ironically its also a reliable colour! there really isn’t a lot to say about her costume, other than that it continues on the grey theme for her from season 5 (her lunch with Jonah)

May

Rainbow puff sleeved cardigan Pretty amused to see May in a rainbow cardigan when she is clearly not being all sunshine and rainbows about her upcoming college experience! the use of horizontal stripes again fits in to my stripe theory and hints at Mays impending change of direction.

Athena

Athena sticking with what she knows works for her - black and olive khaki green! In many ways this colour combination is Athena’s out of work uniform, we see her in this combination or with some white/cream or in just black so often and it makes the scenes where she’s wearing colour much more impactful - It makes us take notice of what we see going on in those scenes for her. Here we have an asymmetric black jumper, olive khaki trousers and her gorgons head necklace (the symbol of the Goddess Athena).

Then when she goes over to Hen’s we have her still in the olive khaki trousers but this time paired with a white ribbed tee and a low v neck grey cardigan with a reverse waffle knit texture. this is one of Athenas more fluffy costumes - its showing her softer side - especially when she talks about giving Bobby the freedom to be carried away with his cruise planning to help him navigate the temptation being on a cruise ship will bring. The grey is again a symbol of stability and authority as well as wisdom and maturity - something reflected in her words - her recognition and understanding of Bobbys internal struggles, but also the fact that she came to Hens house to accomodate Hens crazy schedule - and still get to spend some time with her friend - its an opportunity for Hen to offload on a few things, rather than just getting increasingly burried under her work load.

The magenta top she’s wearing as they get ready to head off on their cruise is a wonderful choice. Magenta is a colour of kindness - it uplifts and supports others - again an indication of what Athena is doing in regards to supporting Bobby and foreshadowing the fact that she’s goingto be heading to Florida to support her parents.

Bobby

Bobby - Bobby in an army green/grey tee - very similar in shade to ones we’ve seen Eddie wear (especially Eddies breakdown) is an interesting choice - especially with all the conversations about bobby being in the program and the bars on the cruise ship etc and obviously there is the scene in 5x18 of Bobby and Eddie having a conversation and then Bobby pouring a bottle of whiskey down the sink. there is very much feeling of Bobby being finely balanced at the moment - teetering on the edge of things spiralling and that it won’t take much to tip hip over that edge. the blue and coral hawaiian shirt screams very much of someone trying too hard - especially combined with his spreadsheet cruise planning.

Hen

Hen is in a hoodie with neon orange graffiti spray paint swirls on - such an interesting choice - orange is a colour of energy and mental stimulation. its also a risk taking colour. the use of graffiti, for me at least, is an interesting one - it has an air of ‘the writing on the wall’ about it - its saying to me that the medical career path isn’t going to be something Hen continues pursuing - that her heart isn’t completely in it (the heart medical book on the desk being the one furthest away from her also plays into this idea).

Chimney

I’m going to talk about Chimneys costume as a whole because if you look anthem all together you can see the gradual change - the way they become increasingly dark. we go from the blue of the first jumper through to the darkest navy button up shirt with white check at the end. so We go from a fairly bright shade of blue - the symbol of trust and loyalty and security.

then there is the teal/green when Madney are on the sofa. its a mixture of the blue meanings, but also green meanings of harmony, hope and balance and renewal. a perfect colour for this moment, but the darkness of its tone hints at the fact not everything is going be smooth sailing from here on in.

then When Chimney comes home, he’s in a navy blue jumper and tee. this is a lighter shade of navy and is pretty similar to the blue of Chimneys uniform - a connection to the conversation he had with Bobby and Eddie earlier on. Navy is a colour associated with authority and responsibility (hence its use in uniforms) but the thing with navy is that it also has connections with depression and mental health struggles and the fact that we then have Chim in an even darker navy with a white check pattern the next time we see him is indicative of not everything being as happy as it appears on the surface. We all know Madney are going to be going to couples therapy this season and this shirt is an indicator of this. (It doesn’t hurt that it also supports my check patttern theory either)

Maddie

Maddie drops of Jee with Chimney - black blazer grey zip front hoodie and tee with stars on , heart necklace - Maddie being back in blazers is a great sign from a costuming perspective - we have only seen her wearing blazers when she’s in a good place mentally - just before Doug kidnaps her and then again when Madney are in a good place. this black blazer is connecting to the times Maddie and Chim have made starts in there relationship - she was wearing a black blazer when she was getting ready for her date with chim, and then again when they went on their first proper date. So that blazers an indicator that Maddie is in a good place and ready to embrace happiness with Chim once again.

The grey hoodie is an interesting choice because we don’t see Maddie in grey very often at all (I actually can’t think of any incidents of her wearing grey - I haven’t finished my full costume plot yet so I can’t be 100% but I can’t remember any) it shows her practicality and stability, her having gained wisdom, insight and maturity - like the black blazer its a key indicator of where she’s at mentally and the combination of the two is indicative that this time she’s in the right place of it to last

Maddie in bed in a tie dye tee and we can see the pink hoodie on the chair in the corner. Im not sure if its going to turn out to be a cut scene and we only know about it because of the trailer or if it will be a scene to accompany chimney being in the car that’s going to (almost) hit Buck but the outfit is the same as the trailer scene of Maddie and Jee-Yun looking for Chimney in the living room. Im inclined to think its a separate scene and the repeat outfit is deliberate - to highlight what seems to be a developing theme of history repeating itself. The upcoming car accident has so many potential call backs for so many characters (Chim being in car (potential rebar call back) as well as being kidnapped again (which will also impact on Hen and Bobby) Buck and the ladder truck, the Shannon callback for Eddie, Hen and Evelyn, Buck and bike accidents)

The coral blazer is a really great colour on Jen, but its also a great choice from a colour theory perspective. We have Maddie in a white tee with a 60’s style bubble writing logo which says (I think) all good and a coral coloured blazer. I’ve already said blazers are good for Maddie and this one is no exception. Coral is a colour of warmth and acceptance, it has good intentions and is optimistic - it is a colour about a bigger picture rather than small details. this is important because this conversation that Madney have is about the bigger picture of their relationship - the conversation reads like Maddie making vows to Chim (foreshadowing of a wedding anyone??) but it is at its heart one that recognises they will need to continue to put in work to sort out the small stuff - its just that in that moment - the bigger picture and acknowledging that it is the thing they lost sight of while and need to not let that happen again.

I’m a little obsessed with the green jacket we see Maddie in in the last scene and I’m sad we don’t get a better look at it to be honest - because there is so much going on. Firstly the yellow tee underneath is indicative of both happiness and the fact that Maddie communicates that she’s staying to Jee. Its a significant moment for both Madney and Jee-Yun so the use of yellow was important for this scene. As for the Jacket though. We have a floral embroidered decoration on the back - a possible throwback to Madneys first meeting when Maddie is wearing a denim shirt with floral embroidery on the yoke. But the really interesting thing is the two cranes on the right shoulder.You may recall I made this post about Hen’s crane shirt in season 5. well here we have more cranes being used in connection with Chim. Cranes mate for life and are a symbol of fidelity so here we have a visual symbol to show us that Madney are in the right place now. the other thing about cranes is that they migrate over long distances - Madney have travelled both metaphorical and physical distances to get to where they are now and those cranes are a symbol of that.

Christopher Let’s start with Chris as he’s the easiest! here we see him in a raglan sleeve tee - lightish blue sleeves and a grey body with white horizontal stripes. the stripes play into my stripe theory - change is on its way for Christopher - this most likely relates to his impeding push for some freedoms from his father - wanting to become his own person etc, but its incredibly hard to look past the stripes being connected to everything that went on in that scene - suggesting that the change that is coming is more related to the changing dynamic of the Buckley-Diaz family! the grey is a marl and it references to the same things as the Lucy tee from earlier - practicality, reliability (we can all rely on Chris to have a sassy dig at either Eddie or Buck!) while the blue arms are about trust, security and loyalty. the implications being that Chris is in safe, trusting environment and the bonds between the three of them are strong.

Chris is wearing a blue t-shirt with a pair of skateboards on in parallel with each other- one red and one blue is such an interesting choice! to choose to call back to the skateboard incident from Fools (3x12) is very loud. it not only draws a contrast between Buck ad Ana, it also serves as a subtle reminder of the first time we see a Buckley-Diaz family scene after the previous kitchen scene - the first time we get to see Buck stepping into a coparent role with Eddie.

Eddie

Eddie, Eddie, Eddie. I said a while back that if we ever saw Eddie wearing yellow the Buddie would go canon. And here we have Eddie in a buttery yellow button shirt. There is so much to say about this outfit. Yellow is the colour of communication, but it is also the colour of optimism and happiness and of intellect. Eddie wearing yellow for the first time in the first non his first non uniform scene in season 6 speaks volumes about where Eddie is at mentally and personally. This is especially loud after the darker tones we saw him in in season 5 and the choice of having him in two different patterns at the vow renewal really highlights how far he has come. It’s a deliberate choice to show us where Eddie is - combine that with the giant heart eyes he’s sporting whenever he looks at Buck and its clear that the last 4 months have further transformed him from where he was at at the end of season 5. The shirt is also better fitting than mot of his outfit from season 5, where we saw him in oversized and stretched out clothing - adding a physical dimension to his mental struggles.

I’ve seen a few people comparing this shirt with the one he wore for his math date with Ana, and calling it his date shirt but I don’t think its right to put those two shirt into the same category. Especially as the shirt above actually matches up with another Eddie shirt - in fact I think it is the same shirt thats just been over dyed a buttery yellow (reason I think this is that the buttons are the same colour on both shirts!) and tailored to fit Ryan better. 2x17 - In Bobbys apartment having a conversation about if Eddie is ready to be a good husband

“we already know you’re a great dad’ “I guess the question is, can I be a good husband”

All this just before Shannon asks for a divorce and then gets killed in a car accident!

To have essentially the same shirt - just in a more cheerful colour - in such a domestic scene where they’re acting like husbands suggests that Eddie wasn’t ready back in 2x17 (because it was t he wrong person) but now - he’s in a better place (hence the brighter colour) and is ready to be a good husband! All this combining with Buck in his paralleling denim shirt showing his growth and when we know Buck is about to (almost) get hit by a car! 🤯🤯🤯 Honestly - wardrobe team I bow down to you - you’ve really hit it out of the park this time!

I just wan to show you the math date shirt from 4x08 - as you can see - not the same shirt - this one is a western style shirt - pointed yoke, pointed pockets and metal buttons/ poppers!

I actually like that the math date shirt is a western style shirt - it fits in nicely with the other times we’ve seen Eddie in western style shirts - around Shannon and his family - the concept of traditional values etc in shirt form!

Eddies grey shirt at the end of the episode is very much intended to sit in parallel to the shooting and especially the will scene.

Its a darker grey marl, so not the same as a navy blue, but the neckline has a very similar cut to it and grey as a colour can mean insight, maturity and wisdom - it is also a stable colour so its a great colour to have Eddie in in this scene - especially with them connecting Buck to the diaz boys through the editing. We are seeing an Eddie who is stable and comfortable in who he is - who has spent the episode being insightful and wise - talking Buck off the ledge during his ‘tantrum’ and being the living embodiment of what therapy can do for a person! The other thing to note about that t-shirt is the connection with that space and season 5 - one of the last times we saw Eddie in the dining room - Buck was there and wearing a similar shade of grey and Eddie sat in that same chair after therapy and picked up Bucks heart!!!! The implication of this parallel is the Eddie will be there for Buck in the same way we saw Buck being there for him!

Buck I went into it in more detail in this post, so I’ll keep it brief here. Buck is wearing a white tee - and we’ve long established that Buck and white tops means trouble! in this instance the trouble is his tantrum over being passed up for interim captain and actually reflects nicely on to the turmoil his mind is currently in in relation to his personal life with all the loaded sentences about couches and and relationships. Then there is the the mid to light blue zip front denim shirt with vertical stripes - we haven’t actually seen him in a denim shirt of any description since the western style one we saw him wear for his coffee shop date with Abby at the end of 1x09. This parallel hits on a few different levels. Firstly 1x09 is the only other time that blimps are mentioned in 911!! yes indeed that coffee shop date comes after that locker room talk with bobby about blimps and stepping in. That coffee shop date is when we see Buck choosing to go all in, in his first serious relationship - seeing all the things that come with dating Abby - and choosing to embrace them (dare I say that this is the Buck 1.5 KR was speaking about in her interview which adds an additional dimension to the kitchen scene!) and stepping in - something we’ve seen him do with Eddie time and again. That date was the foundation stone for what Buck has been building with Eddie - it was a moment of growth for him and a lesson he took to heart and continues to live by to this day. That we see this in a scene so laden with metaphors in an episode with another blimp - this time an actual one rather than a mentioned one - this speaks volumes about the intent of the writers and the direction the show is going in.

Buck is also wearing a watch in this scene - something he doesn’t do outside of work that often and especially when he is around Eddie (I haven’t finished writing my full costume plot yet, but the only time he wears one around Eddie in seasons 2-3 is when he takes Eddie to collect Chris after the earthquake).

Then we have Buck alone in his loft. there are several things to walkabout in this scene and first up we have white trainer theory - one again coming in for the win. those white trainers are a representation of Bucks journey and search for love (both romantic and familial) so to see them at this moment is highlighting that Buck has made more progress on his journey.

The white shirt with stripes call back is so very loud. This shirt however has a few differences. the stripes are a combination of Bucks two previous white shirts with a twist. There is the white pinstripe shirt from the shooting - with its narrow light grey pinstripes;

And then the shirt from the Taylor moving in to the loft scene (which of course features the couch!) which is a short sleeve shirt with wider and darker grey pinstripes;

This shirt is also worn in the conversation with Maddie (where buck confesses to Maddie he kissed Lucy).

The shirt for this scene in 6x01 is a combination of the two shirts - there is both narrow and wide pinstripes and it is of a similar cut to the other loft scene, only its not a button down shirt, its a button up shirt, its also cream and the stripes are blue and they have a tiny yellow stripe next to them! Yes blue and yellow theory in action on Bucks shirt!

I have a semi developed theory about Bucks vertically striped shirts - because Buck seems to wear them at moments when he is almost ‘imprisoned’ by something mentally. The trauma Buck experiences in the shooting is its an obvious prison - especially as they haven’t yet talked about the shooting - Taylor moving in was again a prison of his own making and only helped prolong the torture of an unhappy relationship. There is also the black with white pinstripe shirts we see a couple of times - all connected to Taylor and her mental manipulations of Buck (I think i’m going to have to put together a full post on these shirts because there is too much to go into here) and this most recent pair of shirts - the blue one from earlier - where we have a Buck doing some mental self torture trying to work out why he’s been passed over for the interim Captain job and finally this new white one - Where Buck is currently in a mental prison of sorts around what he does actually want in life - this self imposed prison is such a complex one - its of course in part tied to his job and future aspirations on that front, but more importantly all of the context and subtext we got in this episode is heavily implying that we have returned to a Buck who is on some level now conscious of his feelings for Eddie. there is so much complexity here for Buck to wade through - Evan ‘the clinger’ Buckley is clearly wrestling with the idea of what if it goes wrong - what if he’s reading too much into things - he’s not yet in a place where he is prepared to risk both his friendship with Eddie, but almost more importantly his relationship with Chris - the kid he promised he’d always be around for. Buck is not yet willing or able to accept that the risk is worth the reward - that this is the forever love he’s been searching for. There is also the job to add into the equation - would they be split up at work if they begin a romantic relationship, how would it affect the dynamics- of the team, and would it have an impact on Bucks newly awakened desire to progress his career. I also thin there is something in it about accepting his queerness - not in a grappling with it kind of way - more in a deeper level understanding this aspect of himself and recognising its impact on his life. The best way I can think to try and explain what I mean is to use my own experience with gaining my ASD and ADHD diagnosis as an adult. When I got my diagnosis - suddenly all these little things that I had experienced throughout my life up to that point suddenly started to make sense - the dots began to connect and I could better understand who I was as a person (and how tings might’ve been different if I’d known earlier). its not that it changed me as a person, more that I was able to make some break throughs mentally. it feels to me at least that that is what we’re seeing Buck going through - he’s now beginning to understand himself better and its this love for Eddie that is allowing it to happen. And Buck does need to connect to parts of his younger self in order to move forward - and that includes recognising past relationship behaviours as well as other traumas (the shooting) need to be understood.

Wow I got a bit off topic there!!! all this to say that that white shirt has so so much to say about where Buck is at as a larger theme. I’m wrapping it up here - if you made it to the end I am here handing you cookies in thanks! 🍪🍪🍪

Tagging people who have asked to be tagged. If you’d like to add you name to the list - please comment on this post and if you asked to be but you name isn’t below - it won’t let me tag you for some reason 🥺🥺🥺

@mistmarauder @theladyyavilee @loveyourownsmiilee @leothil @girldadbuddie @kitkatpancakestack @bucksintheroom @lemotmo @trashendence @elishareads @clipboardsandstethoscopes @comfortbuddie @fiona-fififi @name-code-black-widow @prettyboyandthekid @callanee @calyssmarviss @alwaysme @pbandjeremiah @batgrldes @piningpettyeddie @bi-moonlight @spotsandsocks @projectabc @livingwherethesidewalkends @xxfiction-is-my-realityxx @idontshitpostbuttheolympicpark @diazboysbuckley @sweettsubaki @jordxnhennessy @shortsighted-owl @sherlocking-out-loud @ekstasisandangst-main @favouritealias @hearteyesdiaz @gossamerglob @ktinastrikesback @adamrparrrish @princesschez75 @bucksbuddie @oneawkwardcookie @leatherat @moniquekatie @wanderingwomanwondering @trickster-archangel

#kym costume meta #911 costume meta #meta #6x01 costume meta #911 costumes #costume theory #Athena grant #Bobby nash #Hen wilson #Chimney Han #Maddie buckley #Christopher Diaz #evan 'buck' buckley #Eddie Diaz #Buddie #911 on fox #911onfox #911 fox

265 notes · View notes

ganymedesclock · 1 year

Note

What is your favorite incarnation of Princess Zelda in the whole franchise?

This is a little tricky to say, because I'll be honest; one thing I tend to do is take characters like Link and Zelda as kind of cumulative? Every version of Zelda has relevance and every version of Link has relevance to each other.

(this is why I can never get my brain around Linked Universe, though absolutely no ill will to those who create and enjoy it)

But all that said I'll stop waffling and point to Tetra from Wind Waker, and Breath of the Wild's Zelda, for very different reasons. I think this is in no small amount because for me, they are the First and Last Zeldas- at least, as of this writing. Wind Waker was the very first Zelda title I ever played, which makes it more formative for me than the deservedly iconic Ocarina of Time- I encountered OoT as an adult after having grown up with hours and hours of Wind Waker.

Tetra is, IMO, one of the most proactive Zeldas we get in the series. Even if she's a child, she seems more worldly and mature than even some of the young adult Zeldas. I love that cheeky wink that she has and I'd adore it to come back as a character quirk for Zelda, though I understand why not; ever since Twilight Princess we've had a run of Zeldas who pretty clearly haven't felt much like winking.

Tetra manages to be a spitfire without hitting too many "stereotypical girlboss" type qualities; she doesn't feel like she's proving anything about how a girl can fight or whatever. She's a powerful, authoritative leader; we watch her quickly and decisively make plans, and I feel like she sort of sets the prototype for the canny, calculating ally we get in Twilight Princess in Midna (who is, to this day, my all-time favorite Buddy Character)

The scene in the bomb shop where Tetra spots Link but pretends she didn't is a standout favorite, as is the conversation she has with him right before Helmaroc drops in- specifically, when she says, "don't you have something else to worry about?" and points upward. Tetra's casual relationship with danger, and her obvious astuteness and intensity is great. I like that she doesn't really feel like our friend until we've earned it- the same qualities that make her a good leader also make her kind of scary and aloof. Again, she feels like the prototype for Midna in a lot of ways and Midna's the only helper who has an unapologetically selfish agenda.

I don't think it's a good thing to just, bully Link (because he takes a lot of crap from his co-stars) but it's nice to feel like someone is actively setting standards with Link that he has to live up to.

Tetra feels like she's using that aspect of Wisdom for her own designs, and until Link earns her trust, it'll actually work against him. Even if their goals are similar enough they don't really compete, if not for the curse Tetra would absolutely have made good on her word and blasted the back off Outset Island and demanded Nayru's Pearl for herself.

Which makes it brutal when Tetra absolutely gets the knees kicked out from under her by the revelation of- almost literally- the one piece of wisdom she couldn't have. The smart, seafaring tough girl is completely laid low by the revelation she "is Zelda" and has to be "as Zelda" and it takes the entire second act of the game and a kidnapping for her to rebuild that confidence.

It's why I always felt deeply disturbed by Spirit Tracks Zelda and how she's scared of rats and so obviously sheltered, has been led to believe that it's "a family tradition" for Zelda to wait passively for the hero as if her own grandmother only waited because she was forced to, and regretted it the second she got her feet back under her. It feels like Cole's manipulations, or, worse, that Tetra's children betrayed what she stood for and things only even worked out as well as they could because despite everything, Cole couldn't completely crush Zelda's spirit.

And speaking of crushed spirits...

BotW Zelda is just about the opposite in every way. While she's no less intelligent than Tetra, she's running in survival mode. And that, I think, is the kicker- I don't think any version of Zelda is stupid. I think many of them are just doing the best they can with a horrible situation.

BotW Zelda lived most of her life in futility. The brilliance that makes Tetra a shrewd, calculating person is reflected here in the most destructive way possible. I'm endlessly haunted by the cutscene of her standing at one of the shrines, musing in frustration that there has to be some kind of backdoor, there always is- a cutscene we only see after we know that Ganondorf was able to level Hyrule in this game because of the existence of that exact backdoor.

Zelda reached out and knocked on the walls of Ganon's prison long before he ever moved to attack, and thought nothing of it, because she is just a stupid girl who can't do anything right.

Where Skyward Sword Zelda is broken by the memory of Hylia, and how Hylia does not appear to have perceived any meaningful distinction in where she ended and Zelda began, BotW Zelda yearns for that cruelty. She begs the statue of Hylia to at least "tell [her] what's wrong with [her]", while being brutally cut down by her father at every single turn.

(Sorry, Rhoam. Whatever your intentions or fears, what you did to your daughter was abuse, flat-out)

If Tetra knows exactly who she is until the floor is dropped out from underneath her, BotW Zelda is the opposite; she spends so long mired in doubts and misery that the ultimate culmination of her power is the saddest possible epiphany- it's just being in so much of a crisis that nothing she does matters anymore. It's the soul equivalent of hysteric strength and I cannot begin to imagine the muscles she tore within herself to maintain that for a hundred years.

And even then, it's clear in her telepathic communications to Link she is still so sorry, still feeling so pathetic and helpless. Swimming in the Malaise, seemingly largely without lucidity, she might as well still be kneeling in a shrine begging a stone to talk to her; just instead of a statue, she's across from a screaming, wrathful, self-ascended god not speaking any language she understands.

But when I say "I think Zelda is cumulative" it's with the fact of, no matter how different Tetra and Zelda seem from each other... Tetra would make so much sense to BotW's Zelda. Everything Zelda wishes she was- such a badass you don't even take a lack of power for granted. There IS a backdoor, and it's called having a fuck-off galleon with big old fuck-off guns and a bunch of burly men who will heed your word. Despite being "a nobody" who forgot her royal lineage entirely to survive, Tetra rules like a queen on the high seas- besides the ghost ship and a few sunken wrecks we don't see a boat anywhere near the size of Tetra's pirate vessel and a portrait in Hyrule Castle unsubtly paints her crew as directly analogous to the retainers and court that her ancient ancestor commanded. She fearlessly requisitions one of the most expensive shops on Windfall Island and faces no consequences.

If Ganondorf pities her, it's that she's the queen of such a small, empty world- subtextually threaded into his comments to Link, how much he sees himself in both of them at that point, as he was also once the highly-skilled sovereign of a wasteland that hampered his ambitions like a tiger in a cage.

BotW and Wind Waker are both apocalypses, but they seem to reflect different forms of apocalypse. Wind Waker is an apocalypse of clarity, arguably; Tetra is nearly a fully-actualized Wisdom Bearer and one of the most bold and powerful Zeldas despite a lack of holy magic- she quite frankly doesn't need it, and uses the light arrows Link himself acquired elsewhere. The sacred regalia is just another treasure to plunder from a blind ocean. More than in any other game, Ganondorf speaks to Link and Tetra, and explains who he is- and wonders who they are, even in anger. Before the final fight, he even expresses a willingness to leave them alone if he's able to restore Hyrule- a pretty strong statement considering his curse voiced in OoT and echoed (preempted?) by Demise in Skyward Sword. There was so much clarity at the antediluvian end that the cycle very nearly stopped there, with the end of Ganondorf's anger.

BotW, despite being a fuller, more 'flourishing' world in all ways- the bounty of Hyrule's landscape even in decline is a direct contrast to the fishless Great Sea- is an apocalypse of amnesia. Zelda doesn't know who she is. She has no foundation to operate with confidence on. It's not a lack of intelligence, and it's not a lack of skill, and it's not a lack of craftsmanship. It's some intangible thing that she grapples furiously with and even at the end of the game she tiredly communicates that she has no control over it, and calling it once in a blind panic that somehow lasted a century without aging her means nothing- that power vanished and left her just where she started.

She remains a flower that can't be saved, such that the only thing that can be done for it is abandon it and hope, which is exactly what happened during the calamity. And yes, that flower was strong enough... but at what cost? It came with no understanding. Ganondorf is absent for BotW, acting by proxy from somewhere deep underground. We are faced with distorted, faceless echoes of Ganondorf, the Calamity and Blights, shadows in the water, and his thinking and his motives are completely ambiguous. With the name of the triforce being seemingly forgotten entirely in BotW, all of its bearers are lost in different ways:

The identity, autonomy, personality, of the bearer of Power has been buried and subsumed such that his blood boils out of cracks in the rock screaming that it will not be subjugated but the contents of his words are lost.

The bearer of Courage fatally overtaxes himself, because in a do-or-die moment he dies anyway, and cannot accept it, surviving at the cost of almost everything else that matters. At the end of it all, the person he spent everything to save timidly asks him if he even remembers who she is.

And the bearer of Wisdom, thwarted by an inability to put the pieces together, not because she's any stupider or weaker than her predecessors but because so much of the puzzle has been destroyed she can't know what's missing. Who knows, Zelda! Maybe, like Tetra, you have only half of the triforce of wisdom and should be tearing all over creation looking for small golden triangles! You can't know that, because you don't seem to know what the triforce is anymore or what that light in your hand means!

#Legend of Zelda #Wind Waker #Breath of the Wild #readmore #age of calamity is... I have a lot of misgivings about it #but if master cycle zelda tells me anything #it's that if BotW Zelda had a catapult and a problem that could be solved by launching through a window #she would have done it in a heartbeat

136 notes · View notes

spacefinch · 1 year

Text

Pokemon Incorrect Quotes: Unova Edition

Hugh: *handing out smiley balloons* I have no soul. Have a nice day!

Colress: I don't have one either.

Drayden: Let me see what you have!

Iris: A knife!

Drayden: NO!

Cilan: Fun fact! Blueberries are the only fruit named after a color.

Iris: Star fruit?

Cilan: ♥️ So close! That is a shape ♥️

Colresss: Welcome to physics!

*science project explodes*

*screaming*

Hilda: 🎶 ANNIE ARE YOU OKAY, ANNIE ARE YOU OKAY, ANNIE 🎶

Hilbert: *banging pots and pans*

Hilda: 🎶 ANNIE ARE YOU OKAY, WILL YOU TELL US THAT YOU’RE OKAY 🎶

Teacher: Uh, Cheren, can you read number 23 for the class, please?

Cheren: No, I cannot. What up, I’m Cheren, I’m 19, and I never fricking learned how to read.

Chili: Hi, welcome to Chili's.

Elesa: Hey, I’m lesbian.

Emmet: I thought you were Unovan.

Clay: I wanna be a cowboy, baby!

Alder: Hell yeah!

Clay: I wanna be a cowboy, baby!

Hilbert: TOMORROW IS HALLOWEEN

Cheren: Why are you guys reblogging this in December?

Hilda: TOMORROW IS HALLOWEEN

Rosa: TOMORROW IS HALLOWEEN

Cheren: It is February, you ANIMALS

Nate: TOMORROW IS HALLOWEEN

Emmet: "Average person eats 8 spiders a year" factoid, actually statistical error. Average person eats 0 spiders per year. Spiders Georg, who lives in cave and eats over 10,000 every day, is an outlier and should not have been counted.

Chili: Oh sorry, I fell asleep while I was waiting on you to make me a sandwich.

Cress: Go back to sleep AND STARVE.

Ingo: Perhaps it is the context in which words are spoken that gives them the power of meaning. *yelling* I LOVE YOU, JOLTIK!

Emmet, banging on pots and pans: I DON'T GET NO SLEEP 'CAUSE OF YOU! Y'ALL NOT GONNA GET NO SLEEP 'CAUSE OF ME!

Hilda: Would you like something to drink? *opens fridge* We have water, milk, juice, Joltiks, Dr. Pepper…

Cheren: Joltiks?

Hilda: Joltiks it is, then.

Cheren: Wait, that’s not what I meant—

But she was already pouring him a brimming glass of Joltiks.

Ingo and Emmet: *in the middle of an intense Pokemon battle*

Hilbert: Can I get a waffle? Can I PLEASE get a waffle?

After said battle:

Hilbert, pointing at the losing Pokemon: He need some milk

Ingo: Road work ahead? Uh, yeah, I sure hope it does!

Rosa (pointing at a flock of Swanna): Look at all those chickens!

Ingo: *filming in selfie mode*

Emmet: (in background) Bop it! Twist it! Pull it!

Colress (grinning): I'M GOING TO JAIL!

Cheren: Tumblr is just talking to yourself but with an audience.

Cilan: That’s called a soliloquy.

Cheren: Found the theater kid. Get em boys.

Iris: Hey OP, how do we know you’re not a theater kid?

Cheren: I’M AN ENGLISH LIT MAJOR, YOUR HONOR

Cilan: Eating chips with chopsticks is unironically galaxy brain. Your fingers don’t get greasy and it lasts for longer.

Chili: Fork

Cilan: Oh, yeah, I’m going to stab my crunchy foods and make them fall apart like an absolute absentminded dunce, fool, clown, jester, like a monstrous moron, an idiot of Shakespearean proportions, a cretin.

Cress: Um, you seem to forget that ‘chips’ can also mean fries. And that’s probably what he was talking about, haha

Cilan: I did not forget anything. I purposely ignore the idea of using British vocabulary to do my part in helping it die out.

Cilan: KNOWLEDGE is knowing that a tomato is technically a fruit.

Cress: WISDOM is not putting it in a fruit salad.

Chili: PHILOSOPHY is wondering if a tomato is a fruit, does that make ketchup a smoothie?

Cheren: COMMON SENSE is knowing that ketchup isn't a smoothie.

Ingo: I went to the store and bought Quick Oats. The next day, my brother came back with Instant Oats. I will not be humiliated like this. I must now find an even sooner oat.

Hilbert: I hope nobody is evil

Ghetsis: >:)

Hilbert: Oh no

Elesa: Don’t post your negativity on a positive post.

Volkner: Electrons

Elesa: I should kick your ass.

Cilan: Being alive is great because there are so many different vegetables you can sauté. But then there are also the horrors.

Cheren: People who say ‘oof’ and people who say ‘bruh’ contribute nothing to a conversation.

Nate: OOF

Hilbert: BRUH

Ingo: Early to bed, early to rise, Burger King burger with Burger King fries

Skyla: Later to rise, later to bed, Burger King burger on Burger King bread

Elesa: Eat at morning, eat at night, I participate in a Burger King fight

Emmet: I slap my knees, I slap my thighs, tonight is the night that Burger King dies

Cheren: I currently have seven empty notebooks and I have no clue what to put in them.

Cilan: Put spaghetti in it.

Cheren: I am currently taking suggestions from everyone except you.

Bianca: Put spaghetti in it.

Cheren: I am currently taking suggestions from everyone except you two.

Nate: Put spaghetti in it.

Cheren: I am no longer taking suggestions.

Roxie: *playing guitar*

*suspicious crashing noises in distance*

Roxie: *plays guitar louder*

Hilbert: Big mood.

Emmet: What does that mean?

Hilbert: Well… it means, me too, I guess.

*the next day*

Ingo: I'm worried about Team Rocket using our subway system.

Emmet: Big mood, brother. Big mood.

Ingo: HILBERT WHAT HAVE YOU DONE

Hilbert: Z is just a sideways N

N: Please stop it

Hilbert: Zo

Elesa: I can't find my earbuds and Target is closed. This is a nightmare.

Burgh: Put a Durant in each ear and they will sing to you.

Elesa: Not a half-bad idea actually.

Emmet: I go to Home Depot

Emmet: I eat the tools

Ingo: Stop it

Emmet: Crumch

Roxie: Is it cheating to teach Toxic to every member of my Pokemon team?

Elesa: Not at all, I'd love to hear them sing it.

Clay: None of y’all know what propaganda actually is, do you?

Hilda: It’s when a British person takes a good look at something.

Elesa: What are you guys going to be for Halloween?

Ingo: Sad

Burgh: Gay

Skyla: Sexy

Emmet: Goblin

Ingo: What if I was evil and ran towards you at very fast speeds

Emmet: My arms are strong, I would catch you and hug you

Clay: Children, this is dirt.

Nate, Rosa, and Hugh: dirt? dirt? dirt? dirt? dirt?

Hilda: Shoutout to all the people who started saying “same” as a joke once in a while but now use it for the most random things like a car honking their horn at another car.

Cheren: Yesterday a book fell off my desk but instead of picking it up, I just looked at it for a second and said “same”

Hilbert: LOL same

Bianca: Why are we like this?

Cheren: Is there anything better than pussy?

Cheren: Yes, a really good book

Cheren: *plays the keyboard*

Hilbert: Who’s the hottest Uber driver you’ve ever had?

N: Ummm… I never went to Oovoo Javer.

*HAS NEVER WENT TO OOVOO JAVER*

Looker: Where’s the best place to buy fireworks?

Hugh: Wouldn’t you like to know, weather boy?

Looker: Where are your parents? Kid’s sketchy, back to you.

Emmet: *screams into jar and then screws on the lid* Everything’s fine.

Cilan: Hi, could I ask how exactly does one accidentally set a lemon on fire?

Nate: Microwave for 40 minutes

Cilan: Why were you microwaving a lemon??

Nate: I read boiling lemons helps cover up bad smells (I wanted to cover up the scent of burnt oranges), but I didn’t own any pots.

Cilan: Did you burn an orange too? How??

Nate: Microwave for 40 minutes

Classroom: *silence*

One of the students: turgle turgle

Cheren: WHO TURGLED

Hilda: Hey everyone, today my brother pushed me, so I'm starting a Kickstarter to put him down. Benefits of killing him would be that I get pushed way less—

Cheren: I get that you're angry, but killing Hilbert is not the solution.

Hilbert: When will Ted himself finally show up to the talk?

Bianca: The final boss

Cheren: Guys, you do realize that TED stands for Technology, Entertainment, and Design, right?

Hilda: I will not let Ted hide behind these lies any longer.

Cheren: I love the word methinks. It’s accurate. Me does think. Thinketh me do.

Hilbert: Methinks therefore me am.

Nate (bragging.): I know every digit of pi.

Nate: I don't know what order.

N: He doesn't know what order.

"Hey besties friendly reminder to drink water, feed your lab Rattata, turn off your evil nuclear generator, change out of your dirty lab coat, go for a walk, and take care of yourself!"

“@evilscientist13”

“COLRESS WAKE UP”

“@evilscientist13”

“COLRESS THE REACTOR”

(during a game of Uno)

Ingo: Brother, please, no.

Emmet: I’m sorry. I have to.

Ingo: Please, I’m begging you, after all we’ve been through?

Emmet: I’m sorry. [places a draw 4 card] Uno.

N: Any questions before I move on?

Porygon: *garbled electric noises*

N: ... Great. I really understood that well.

Elesa: This is camp.

Ingo: What does camp mean?

Emmet: Like when something is so yass and slay

Emmet: Do you think Joltiks take fall damage?

Ingo: Emmet, what the heck?

*at Drayden’s home in Opelucid City*

The Pokemon streaming service profiles read as follows:

Drayden: “Person who pays for the account”

Iris: “Granddaughter (Free pass)”

Ingo: “Parasite 1”

Emmet: “Parasite 2”

Cheren: How long does someone have to be dead before it's considered archaeology and not grave robbing?

Lenora: As an archaeologist, I find this a VERY AWKWARD QUESTION.

Cheren: Answer the question, grave robber.

Elesa: Carpe diem— seize the day

Skyla: Carpe noctem— seize the night

Emmet: Carpe natem— seize the ass

Ingo: Seriously, if you guys don't stop reblogging this, I am going to carpe someone's neck and break it.

Grimsley: Carpe collum— seize the neck

Cheren: Not all math puns are bad.

Cheren: Just sum of them.

Roxie: There is so much panic right now and not nearly enough disco.

Elesa: Where do bad rainbows go?

Skyla: …

Elesa: Prism. It's a light sentence.

Skyla: *groan*

Hilda: If you don't know the difference between "their," "they're", and "there", your a idiot.

Cheren: Well, this is awkward.

Hilbert: I was born ready!

Hilda: You were born in Nuvema Town.

Hilbert: When I was your age… (tells Hilda something he did a few minutes ago)

Nate: A theif

Cheren: Thief?

Nate: Theif

Cheren: I before e, except after c

Nate: Thceif

Cheren: No

Hilda: (singing) A potato flew around my room before you came—

Hilda, Hilbert, Cheren, and Bianca: AAAAAAAHHHHHH!

Hilbert: I'm nuts about these nuts. But you know what I'm also nuts about? My close good friends!

Hilbert: *gestures to Hilda, Cheren, Bianca, Nata, Rosa, Hugh, and N* My close good friends!

Ghetsis: Remember one time I liked you?

N: No.

Ghetsis: Good, because IT NEVER HAPPENED! *evil laugh*

Cilan: Would anyone like some stew? Would anyone like some stew? Would anyone like some stew?

72 notes · View notes

fuckinghomepage · 5 months

Text

NOVEMBER 15, 2023

IT'S FUCKING WEDNESDAY.

WORDS OF WISDOM OF THE FUCKING DAY:

IT IS NOT ENOUGH TO HAVE A GOOD MIND; THE MAIN THING IS TO USE IT WELL.

EDUCATE YOUR IGNORANT ASS:

WHAT THE FUCK IS BUDDHISM? more>>

FUCKING MIND-BLOWING BOOK OF THE DAY:

HOW TO LIVE CHEAP IN AN UNCHEAP WORLD. more>>

USEFUL SHIT OF THE GODDAMN DAY:

WAFFLES ARE GREAT IN EVERY FUCKING FORM. more>>

WEBSITE OF THE FUCKING DAY:

WEBSITES THAT SPARK JOY. more>>

AWESOME-AS-SHIT VIDEO OF THE DAY:

WHY TREE PLANTING CAMPAIGNS DON'T FUCKING WORK. more>>

18 notes · View notes

morgansunflower · 7 months

Text

A Kind Gesture 2/2

Older! Damian Wayne X Reader

Requested by @sparklz02

Warnings:suggestive content, explicit language, angst.

Words:1486

Damian and Y/N had grown distant to cause a barrier between them. She had to get away..

It was torment. Damian and Y/N barely spoke to each other. She had become distant just as he had. Neither he or she laughed or even smiled. The family tried to encourage them to reconcile though Damian believed she hated him and she believed he didn't love her. She felt it was best to leave Gotham.

There was a 6 month trip involving a team of vigilantes to assist planets in need of help. She had planned to sign up... Though she had to do something which was going to be very difficult... Telling the family...

It wasn't going to be easy for anyone to hear. She didn't want them to think she wasn't grateful.

She first wanted to tell Alfred first. She found him in the kitchen washing the dishes... She was going to miss his wisdom and kindness.. Everything about her grandfather.. Expect his waffles.

"hey Alfred.. There's something I need to tell you"

"yes my dear" Alfred said he saw her saddening expression "I shall prepare us a pot of tea"

As they sat together drinking tea he listened to every word. He was greatly saddened by her words. He worried about her safety and that this isn't what she truly wanted. After the two had a tearful embrace she had to tell Bruce and Talia.

As she told them, the couple looked to each other and than back to the woman their son loved.

"given your relationship with our son is in turmoil at the moment, we do not wish you to leave" Talia said

"I appreciate that, truly but.. This is what I want" she insisted lying

"you always have a home here" Bruce promised hoping Damian and Y/N would not follow the lonely path he and Talia took.

Y/N had texted everyone who was not aware of her soon departure to meet her at the Manor amongst the family room.. Excluding Damian. She couldn't even begin to cope with thinking of how she was going to tell him. Everyone looks to Y/N with worried gazes as they can see in her eyes that she didn't bring good news.

"I.. I don't want any of you to think I haven't been truly grateful for all you've done for me" she stammered clearing her throat "I suppose, some of you may of heard of a group of vigilantes leaving off planet to aid other planets..."

"of course, why are you?..." Barbara stammered realizing what she was trying to tell them. "is it true?" she asked

"what?!.." Jason sees Dick's face fall along with the others "are you seriously thinking about leaving?!" Jason snapped

".. I already told Alfred, Bruce and Talia.. I wanted to tell you guys before I signed up"

"I can't believe this" Stephanie cried "is this about Damian? You shouldn't leave just because things are bad between the two of you" she said

"I need to do this. I need to be on my own"

"Y/N you are so strong and you don't have to prove that to yourself or to anyone.. And if this is really about Damian. Leaving like this isn't going to help you or him" Dick said

"I know..."

....

It was 5 hours until she was to leave. She had her suitcase open as she deeply sighed. Everything was, packed...

"you really don't have to do this.." Stephanie said

She looks seeing Steph with Cass both looking to her with sympathy.

"I know.. It's not that I don't love all of you but.. I just need to get away.." from Damian.

"before you do there's something we want to show you" Steph said

She followed the girls as they locked arms together. They walk into the family room. Y/N closed her eyes tightly to keep from crying and her lips shake so she wouldn't cry. There stood Alfred, Grayson, Jason, Tim, Duke, Damian, Talia, Bruce and Barbara in her wheelchair. Among the family was snacks and food and a cake, which said ~farewell to our baby sister~

"you really think we'd let you leave without a goodbye party" Grayson smiled to her

Y/N smiled with tears in her e/c eyes. She hugs both Stephanie and Cass.

"you guys really didn't have to" she said lost for words

She hugs each tightly as she came to Damian he hugged her first. Listening to his heart rather than his head. He was utterly broken inside. As Y/N had a moment alone, Damian needed answers.

"why is it I heard only hours ago you are leaving?" Damian questioned with a snarl on his face.

"I was going to tell you... Just was waiting on the right time" she said unable to look at him because she knew she should have told him.

"when exactly is the right time? When you leave out the door and send me a message? Is it right before you leave? Or let me discover you were gone?"

"you pushed me away Damian" she cried with trembling lips "I can't do this"

"no this is your farewell party.. I'll leave" Damian snarled angered with himself

As he walker past her she takes a deep breath "please stay" she cleared her throat "I want you to stay"

So much of his heart craved to hug her and beg her to stay.

As she said her final goodbyes Damian watches her leave as his sinks further down to his knees. He left to an empty room so his pain would be able to escape.

With a heavy sigh and heavier heart Damian sits down. His heart felt as though it did when she was suffering because of him. How much must he hurt her? He loved her so deeply it made him feel joy and yet now it made him feel heartbreak.

"there is nothing to cause a barrier between you and Y/N. You have my blessing and your father's" Talia said entering the room.

"I wish it were that simple.." Damian sighed softly

"take it from my past with your father. We made it through the storm and you can to, with her. I see your heart light up in her presence. Admitting your wrong go's so much deeper than you can even comprehend"

"even if I do.. She's leaving" Damian scoffed his heart was beating rapidly by the mere thought of how much he was going to miss her. That he couldn't see her. It made him feel sick.

"you cannot let yourself live with regret son. She loves you just as I love your father..." Talia holds her son's hand just as she did when he was so small and fragile "you deserve to be happy.."

"mother she has already left.."

"if that were true why was she not among the files of vigilantes sighed to leave" Bruce said entering the room

Damian softly smiled to his, mother and kisses her forehead. He smiled to his father. Their support gave him the courage to chase after her. Damian grabs the key to his car and runs out the door.

"why was he rushing to get out?" Dick asked walking into the room

"bringing Y/N home" Talia smiled

"she's not LEAVING!!! She made us go through that emotional goodbye and she's not even leaving" Dick exclaimed

Damian knew exactly where she was. He parked by Gotham park. He walks to the bench seeing her. Y/N was sitting on the bench with her suitcase rested beside her.

Damian sits beside her bringing his hands together. He was so happy she stayed but before he could reveal that. He had to fix what he broke...

"how'd you know where to find me?" she asked

"as I recall in our younger days you loved this place" Damian kindly said

".. I was about to leave but I would have been leaving for the wrong reasons" she admitted

"when we were in the desert.. I wanted to tell you everything but ever since that moment I would think of when your heart--" he felt weakened in his throat as it shook

"I know" she said tearfully

"I was in fear of what could happen if I let you in further... I treated you as though you meant nothing, because you mean everything to me" he takes her hand rubbing the top of it with his thumb, her eyes shaking by his genuineness "in the simplest terms.. I love you"

Damian's heart leaps and his arms wrap around her as she hugged him. She let herself hide in his neck like a blanket. A large, protective blanket that is. Damian allowed his heart to beat faster and his eyes to water.

"I love you too.."

The new couple stayed together in silence holding each other for quite a while

"you know my bags are, packed.. Don't we have a private jet?"

Damian softly laughs "sounds ambitious.. I knew I loved you"

#batfamily #damian wayne #older! damian x reader #batman #batfam #angst #Leaving #Goodbyes #Love confession #batfamily x reader #Batfamily x Batsis! Reader #Batsis! Reader #Fluff #Supportive family #A Kind Gesture 1 & 2

51 notes · View notes

gumnut-logic · 3 months

Note

*sneaks into your asks with WIP questions*

8. ♻️A scrapped idea for your current WIP

Follow up question if you’re up for it - how do you deal with shedding stuff that isn’t working?

(I’m struggling with getting attached to ideas or bits I’ve written and it’s hard to say nah I’ll bin it because WORDS exist 🥺)

11. 🛠Is there a scene or anything in the WIP you are struggling with right now?

(Any tips on pushing through? You’ve written so many amazing epics I’m guessing there must have been times you got around a problem)

*lurks and awaits nuggets of nutty wisdom*

Ooooohkaaay, a scrapped idea ::pokes brain::

When I start writing, a good part of the time, I have no idea where I'm going. Sometimes I will have a single scene to write towards, sometimes I will scribble down a vague skeleton of an idea, but a lot of the time I have the scene I start with and then have to work out how the hell they got into that situation.

For example, my current 'Virg got shot' fic. I wrote that from a prompt that pretty much outlined the scene in purpose. Someone interrupting another person, trying to get their attention, but that person is too busy and brushes them away, until they say that they are shot and the freak out happens. Which is essentially what I wrote.

The purpose of writing it was just to write. I had zero plans of expanding it, I don't need any more wips. But then...

What about Scott's point of view? Would be interesting to see his thoughts, so I started writing that second bit. John poked his nose into the equation as I often like to let my characters' thoughts wander - it can be entertaining.

By the end of writing that bit, the fic is calling out for more. What's next? Could be a hospital scene...eh, boring...hmmm, why did he get shot? Is it related to anything else that has sprung up in the story? Damnit, I can't write tomorrow cos I have to work all day pretty much 8am - 8pm. But that is not going to stop me from building ideas.

But anyway, I'm waffling, I do that.

For Sweetapple part 3, I have a definite scene I'm writing towards. There will be a moment and I will love it and it will be great. Whenever I finally get there. And if it plays out as I see it or the story demands something else, well, hopefully that will be fun, too.

Cos sometimes those scenes change. 'Gentle Rain' was all about one scene that occurred in Chapter 12, but that scene never happened in the way it was conceived (cos it would have killed da Virg and we can't do that), so it came out differently. Ultimately I find character logic and plot demands write the story.

I have written myself into corners, even one where things took a sharp turn simply because I didn't have the energy to write what needed to be written if the story continued in the direction it was going. See if you can work out where I changed direction in 'Who do you save, John?' It bugs me each time I reread it and I'm tempted to write an alternative ending because it could have been so much more.

Then there are the fics with massive plot holes that I can't fix and just have to watch them as they sail past. 'The Tattoo' has a massive hole in it, but I wanted to explore the concept, so completely ignored it. The pedantic in me has a fit every time.

And I'm still waffling, sorry.

A scrapped idea...none in my current wips because...hold on...Callisto. I stopped writing Callisto because it was Virgil's birthday at the time and I needed a break, but mostly because I felt I was writing into a corner. Virgil was too whumped to function and I needed him to be funtioning. Multiple rereads has me questioning that decision, I could just keep writing and work around it. Also, Jeff isn't working the way I wanted him to, plus the Mechanic went on the voyage but hasn't had any impact on the plot. Wanted him to do stuff, but it hasn't written itself. So I stopped to re-evaluate. Unfortunately that is not how I normally write and stopping was a mistake cos I stopped...for years. I haven't thrown bits of the fic out yet, but it needs some fixing.

If I do 'throw something out' of a fic, I always keep it. I have a file that usually sits next to my main fic file that says something like 'Callisto - cuts'. I stash cut text in there just in case I need it later. Most of my long fics have one of those files sitting around somewhere.

What am I struggling with? This is also for @sofasurf ::hugs:: who also asked.

My problem isn't ideas, it is usually focus. Put it this way, if I was a kid in school now, I'd be diagnosed with some attention difficulties or executive dysfunction or whatever. I'm definitely on the spectrum (that was diagnosed when I was four, but my parents didn't believe the doctor apparently). I've had years of practise working with my brain and have minimised its effects on work and my life (being unable to finish things is a real curse) but as you can see, my creative life is still impacted.

So writing...I can only write in short bursts. My longest ever was 7000 words in one day, all day. Most of the time I write between 400 and 1500 words at a time. I use the Terry Pratchett method of 400 a day when I can, which is why you will often see short bits of my fic flung up on my blog. I try to write to a publishable point and not stop in the middle of a crucial scene or something, but both my working life and my attention span impact on what gets written. Some of those fics were all written on the side of the road outside my kids school in tiny little bits, fifteen minutes here, ten minutes there, that kind of thing. It has been a big thing for me to learn that little bits can make big things. I am now using this theory with my crochet as well :D

As for my current WIPs challenges. It comes back to asking myself questions - why was Virg shot? (I have an answer and I like it, but the fic will likely get bigger and Scotty might need to take out another country :D)

Vamp!Virg fic - currently deciding between POVs for the next scene. Also need to build some world rules.

Getting around problems can be simply switching POV or someone walks into the room. Characters can also be the greatest source of problems. Like the time Alan decided he wanted to visit the site of his mother's accident - I knew the moment I wrote his line that I now had several thousand more extra words to write and a pile of research to do (I now know a lot about Mount Rainier :D). But writing those words ended up with that ending....which I am so soppy about. I wrote poetry for goodness sake.

Ah, it's 10.30pm and I'm rambling all over the place making little sense.

In the end it is just writing. Don't push yourself too hard, remember it is supposed to be fun, not torture (yeah, right) and often a good thing to do is to poke a friend and ask them to slap you around the head a couple of times to knock some sense in. I have had several Thunderfam members do this for me. Thanks guys :D

Write little, write big, just write and see what happens.

Nutty

(sense is apparently optional)

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderfam #nutty is nuts

13 notes · View notes