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clarajohnson · 7 months

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the magicians s1e8

I AM NEVER GETTING OVER THE MIC DROPS

eliot waugh is an underrated mirrorball character

my hatred of mike can't really be overstated... he is more obstacle than man to me

"this is quentin, this is alice, they are nerds"

the circles under alice's eyes are a major part of her charm to me

alice quinn asking if quentin is in love with her after approximately one week of fucking, insisting that she wouldn't have had sex with him if she wasn't a wild animal, being disturbed that she can still smell him... Your Honor She Does Not Like Men. also she's autistic.

okay gretchen is adorable why don't we see more of her

hell is real and it smells like axe body spray

THE MIKE BUNNY INCIDENT IS SO FUCKING BAD

dear quentin i'm giving up magic thanks for nothing and go fuck yourself

bad marina outfit

further watching of episodes i've forgotten may change this feeling but i do get a sense that marina was interested in julia in a not entirely self-serving way. in another life they were partners in every fuckin sense of the word.

poor eliot "things aren't usually worth caring about" waugh putting his outfit-choosing energy into a little gremlin renfield when quentin is doing his best (terrible) impression of margo just to help him

RICHARD !!!!!! MY FRIEND RICHARD

"who said that?" "some dick"

if i was there i would've thanked alice for bringing flashcards

it is so crazy that eliot first tells the indiana story to fucking mike but "becoming me was the greatest creative project of my life" is a wonderful line so i can almost forgive it

watching a show after selecting a blorbo is crazy bc i'm watching a tragic scene of a man who's lost his magic and i'm thinking sucks to suck :/ shouldn't have told q to go off his meds

the knife wielding mike does is kind of like anti-choreography

penny don't call the medical professional treating you "woman" challenge

"i'm not here to feel any better" kind of a total summary of eliot's character

richard calling hedge tattoos "ink" is so charmingly youth pastor of him

my feeling is that most of penny's ripcord speech to alice is based in a personal hatred of q but i also do like that he'd care about alice enough to say it

(q voice) no better time to info dump about international politics in my favorite children's books than while penny is dying

honestly q takes the "fillory is real" news in stride, considering the person that he is

on my first watch and again now i find what julia is doing MUCH more interesting than the brakebills storyline. also there's something incredibly appropriate about her praying to a harvest goddess her first time.

they're FUNGIBLE. YOU'RE FUNGIBLE.

god these people have boring most prized possessions

the jane reveal blew my fucking mind my first watch, then for her to fucking DIE immediately after? that's the kind of insanity that makes you believe in this show

HOWEVER, fuck you all magicians writers for punishing eliot for opening up by making him kill his first serious partner

i love love love alice's checkerboard door and i do not believe that she is enjoying heterosexual intimacy behind it

#unauthorized magicians rewatch #the magicians #text

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mi-spark · 7 days

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after axe ending, i wanna hear your theories!

1. clover murders santa & seven because she believes they killed her brother snake. do you think she's correct? if not, what do you think happened?

2. what do you think happens in axe ending after junpei dies? no correct answer btw i just wanna hear your thoughts. does clover escape? has her life been permanently altered due to the events of the game?

3. what on earth happened behind door 1

4. has your opinion of any of the characters changed since the last time i asked. anyone you trust more or less?

5. will you listen to me talk about my akane kurashiki playlist after you finish

6. what would each characters favourite pokemon game be

7. same as last but favourite ice cream flavour

8. aside from clover & snake, does each character give older/mid/younger or single child vibes

AAAHH OKIE my responses may be kinda boring though SORRY IN ADVANCE…

1. i think she was wrong!!!! and not just because i like santa and seven, i just don’t think it was as simple as their numbers being the only possible combination to have opened door 3. but i don’t have an explanation for an alternative way to open the door 🤔 i Do think she may be right about one of the players being Zero, and if that’s true then zero can probably open any door any time, but i also don’t see why they would interfere with their own game and kill off one of their players…

2. she went on such a horrific frenzy that i wouldn’t be surprised if she didn’t make an effort to leave despite having the bracelets. maybe she sought down ace and lotus and got them too (still wondering where tf they went at the end) or she didn’t, either way i think she would kill herself :(

3. NO CLUE, that dead old guy seems to have a connection to Zero but????? the bracelet implying that he’s a “secret tenth player” seems weird to me though bc the game’s all about 9 lol. the fact that he was dressed as a captain (and if i recall correctly he was killed recently?) makes me have no idea what to make of that. brain is drawing no conclusions yet

4. even though clover Did That, my opinion of her remains unchanged. she doesn’t seem to be ✨the mastermind✨ bc she was driven by revenge. santa i’m still keeping my faith in, and you know what– it’s about time i declare my faith in june too, they better not let me down !!!!!!!! it is difficult to not feel like everyone’s against me though, the way i made the gif jif chart was partially because of this feeling. |D

5. ABSOLUTELY I LOVE CHARACTER PLAYLISTS, please do link me it when the time comes!!

6. OH MY GOD OKAY - ace would think he’s too old for pokemon but inevitably gets sucked into pokemon go by his kids/grandkids - snake would like pokemon conquest and be REALLY good at it. also he chose that game bc he’s a fire emblem player. not bc he looks like a prince or anything. - santa likes pokemon black and white! and no i didn't choose that because of his color scheme wdym!!!! - clover is attached to the pokemon games she grew up with like sun & moon, sword & shield, and scarlet violet. swsh especially i think - i think junpei would have a gameboy sp with pokemon emerald that one of his parents passed down to him and he played it a LOT as a child, not so much recently but he has hung on to it since. it's a fond memory of his childhood - akane would have her brain chemistry permanently altered by pokémon mystery dungeon: explorers of sky (2009) just like meeee - seven??? i don't think he would give pokemon a chance LOL - lotus would like pokemon shuffle on mobile and it would be the only pokemon game she ever plays - lastly i think the 9th man would prefer either pokemon masters ex or pokemon unite LMFAOO

7. ICE CREAM FLAVORS OKAY - ace: peanut butter & chocolate w mini reeses cups - snake: espresso gelato if that’s a thing - santa: french vanilla (and it's NOT dairy-free) - clover: cake batter - junpei: mint chip - june: cookies and cream :3 with gummy worms and other weird toppings bc she’s a freak <3 - seven: strawberry - lotus: chocolate raspberry swirl - 9th man: neapolitan between "jif" and mint chip, i think i like giving junpei the "controversial" preferences LOL but for the record, i don’t think mint chip tastes like toothpaste it’s GOOD

8. hmm i think ace would have a younger brother, pretty sure santa said he had a younger sister(?), junpei is a single child, june has an older brother, seven has an older sister, lotus is a middle child of 3, 9th man is also a single child. To me.

9. PFF poor 9th man he gets nothing ever 😭 i’d say lotus bc her skills wouldn’t be very essential in that scenario. EDIT you make a good point that lotus would make a strong case for her survival because she is persuasive and good at planning, so i will also say Ace since he has proven to be the self-sacrificial type

that’s all of them … also i see what you did there with the number of questions hehe

#999 liveposting #asks #long post #death #suicide #that’s not a tag i thought i’d ever use

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sm-writes-chaos · 1 month

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blurb

She would most definitly catch on fire lest she be embarrassed (by love oooh~)

This is just a random blurb, may happen in a later book (will most definitely in some way happen in a later book when Tydru arrives.) (ignore how I don’t use names at all for a while bc of some reason??)

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His face tilted to the side, and her eyes dropped down to notice how his hair fell off his shoulders. His right ear twitched and she wondered what he was thinking. Was there something on her face? Did she look bored? Was she too sweaty? Her face felt like stone cracking, she tried to hide it but vulnerability shone through. Though she stayed.

Slowly his hand reached up and his fingers brushed her check. She flinched and blinked quickly.

“It’s okay, I’m not going to hurt you.”

He whispered, his breath warmed her cheek along with his fingers, which moved so his whole hand cupped the side of her cheek. Her head tilted subconsciously in the direction of his hand. It was warm. Unlike the harsh fire she was used to. Although she’d gotten better at softer light magic it was still so strange and unfamiliar. Her shoulders lowered, she slowly lost tension. Noticing this the edges of his lips curved into a small smile.

“I won’t hurt you.” He repeated. Lately he’d spoken quieter to her. She was used to loud people, though it never got easier on her delicate ears. Was it on purpose? She hoped it was.

His body leaned closer, while his hand on her cheek lightly tugged to urge her forward with him. His movements were so slow, the fastest being the occasional twitch of his ears. You could’ve told her time had stopped and she’d believe it.

She moved with him, her breath heavy with going slowly in and out. Akin to being underwater she could hardly breathe, just getting enough oxygen in her lungs so she wouldn’t pass out. Her head felt lighter, almost like a headache but instead of pushing it pulled. It pulled every other thought from her brain and replaced it with a feeling she could only describe as warm and soft. A fuzzy sweater against your skin, a warm pastry on your tongue. One hand stayed flat on the ground, feeling the harsh stone. The other reached forward of its own free will and lightly landed on the side of his arm. The texture on his shirt was rough but not unpleasant.

She noticed his eyes closing, she noticed his lips lined up with hers. Feeling her face go hot just from looking at them she closed her eyes as well, tightly. She kept her lips still in case she did something wrong. Her thoughts were pulled away from her again when she felt her lips touching a similar texture to them. She didn’t move an inch, her hand on his arm curled inwards and gripped his shirt slightly. His hand on her cheek moved enough to feel his thumb rubbing against her hot skin. His hand was warm, his lips were warm, she felt warm. Everything was warm, she felt sweaty again but inside all was clean and flooded with the warmth of a campfire on a dark cold night.

His lips lightly stayed on hers for a few seconds, and he pulled away slightly. She opened her eyes first, and he opened his. Breathing into each other’s faces they looked at each other with a wonder one could only catch from a moment like this. Such a small moment, filled with small but many feelings.

Her right hand stopped gripping his shirt and flicked a piece of his hair away from his forehead.

“You smell like oranges.” She whispered, unable to say anything more than her many observations.

He chuckled quietly and took his hand off her cheek, “do you like it?”

“I’ve never had an orange before.”

“We should change that.” His eyes lingered on hers. She wasn’t just talking about oranges, she’d never been kissed before. Much less liked it.

“Did you like…”

“Yes.” She interrupted, knowing what he was going to say and wanted to avoid anymore long silence between sentences. She wanted to get it all out, whether she could control that or not. Her face, as pale as her hair quickly became red. Down her cheeks and up to the very tip of her ears had been painted with the striking color. She liked the color red but it betrayed her emotions now.

She opened her mouth to say more, though she quickly closed it. The fire stirred within her and she felt the sudden urge to cast her magic. She was going to attempt to speak again before he spoke up.

“Um you’re on fire.” He stated, his eyes widening with concern and leaning back looking up at the top of her head. Her own eyes shot up and she flinched, she hadn’t recalled casting any fire.

“Oh Ezerk…” she mumbled and swiped her hands around her head, trying to get it to go away.

He panicked and thought she was in great danger, though her own magic could hardly hurt her.

“I’ll save you!” He stumbled over to the river and scooped a puddle of water in his hands. She stood up after him.

“Don’t you dare throw that at me.” Her face stayed red as the fire persisted.

“Don’t worry I’ll get rid of it!” He smiled thinking he was heroic.

“No really..”

“I got it..”

“Keep it away from me!”

“Waters good for you don’t worry!”

She stepped away and he chased after her with the water in his hands that was quickly slipping through his fingers.

She grabbed his wrists and let the remaining water fall to the ground.

“Water won’t help.”

“Water always helps.”

He pulled his wrists away from her surprisingly tight grip. He wiped his damp hands on the top of her head around the fire. She only wanted to blush more.

“You’re making it worse.” She snarled slightly at the feel of the cool water on her head.

“I’m making it better.”

“Be careful.”

“It’s not that hot.”

“How can it-“

“It just is.” He chuckled and the fire died away, she didn’t feel any cooler though.

“Look who’s all red now!” He said noticing her blush.

“Not me!” She argued.

“Reddy McRed face!” He teased, and stepped backwards knowing she’d be mad. The chase continued with the roles reversed now. They ran around the grassy area near the river, the old brick bridge behind them.

“See how you like water on *your* head!” She threatened.

“I’m so scared oh no!”

From the top of the old brick bridge two heads peeked up and looked below.

“A perfect match!” The orange haired one whispered so their position would not be found.

“They’re trying to throw water at the other, is that perfect?” The brown haired one whispered back, raising his eyebrows in doubt.

“Well, at the least it’s entertaining. Plus don’t you believe in true love?”

“I don’t get it.”

“You’re hopeless.” The orange one sighed.

“You’re the hopeless romantic here, not me.”

“It’s a good kind of hopeless, you’re just hopeless.”

The orange one sighed again and gazed down at the two below with a dreamy look, “the amazing Alphair strikes again, I’ll get you next Rufy.”

“If you try to set me up I will punch you.”

“Now now, don’t go sounding like Nory. Have some faith.”

“Love is meaningless.”

“Stop moping because one guy rejected you.”

“I’ll never find love.” Rufus continued, it was unclear whether he was fully serious or not.

“You already have it.”

“No, don’t do this again..”

“‘Cause we’re friends to the end, and friends never bend! They never abandon and always attend!!” Alphair started singing, a mismatched tune and rhythm. Rufus butted in after every verse to voice his complaints for the lyrics that got progressively more nonsensical.

“You just rhymed friend with friend! That’s not proper rhyme scheme.”

At this point Norah and Tydru had noticed the pair and approached the bridge.

Tydru sang along with Alphair from below as Norah joined Rufus in his complaints.

The song finished with them all succumbing to laughter in the end.

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teehee

@delusionisaplace

@full-on-sam

Hope you guys are suckers for romance…jk

#Detached snippet #Writing #writeblr #hof #hearts of fire #Not official…YET

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tiredgeekgirl · 1 year

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ummm so puss in boots the last wish is a masterpiece??

Okay spoilers ahead obviously. You've been warned.

So I've dealt with intense anxiety and stress over the concept of death for a few years now. Most days it's fine, but sometimes something gets set off in my brain that sends me spiraling into a state of intense panic over the idea of death, or, to put it more accurately, eternity. As a follower of Christ, I know deep down that death is not something to fear bc when I die I will immediately be taken to spend forever with Jesus, who gave his life for me and spared me from the snares of sin and gave me an invitation into His kingdom. Logically, I shouldn't fear eternity. Unfortunately, as long as I'm living here on earth, I'm stuck with a limited, imperfect human brain that cannot possibly grasp the concept of life with no end, and can't imagine how I could possibly have eternal joy that doesn't dwindle, and can't get used to the idea of not getting bored. My limited mind leads me to think that life will be boring and lonely in heaven bc my family may not be there with me for years if I go before them, etc. idk if that all makes sense but basically, even though eternity in heaven is usually a wonderful concept for me, my fear of the unknown and the limits of my human brain end up triumphing over the joy of that idea.

We see Puss break down in an intense state of panic over death multiple times in the movie, and every time the memories of his life flooded through his mind during those panic attacks, I started to cry bc I do the same thing. When I'm having an anxiety attack over death I think about my sisters, my childhood, my friends... everything I'll be missing when I die. And even when I'm not thinking about death I so often reflect on my childhood and get so depressed on how all these years have gone by and I'll never get to revisit them, never get to relive the wonderful memories I have of the past. My heart was racing just like Puss' when I witnessed his anxiety in the movie bc I was seeing myself in him the whole time, and I knew exactly what he was going through and how he was feeling.

And then we get to the ending of the movie, and I'm telling you, I genuinely thought Puss was going to die. I was so invested in the movie and felt like I was right there with the characters, and found myself saying, "Don't be afraid of death, Puss." And that was when it hit me. I was telling this fictional character the very thing I've needed to tell myself for the past three years. (That's also when I broke down sobbing in the theater lol).

It's okay to be afraid of the unknown. But I can't let it consume me. A life spent constantly worrying about death and how I'm getting closer to it with each passing day is never a life well spent. And I know my fear is really my human thoughts getting in the way and the enemy using anxiety to prevent me from feeling the joy I should feel over eternity, though some days it's harder to find the strength to overcome those things. But I've found that prayer and reading scriptures about fear really help me through those anxiety attacks. God is so amazing and I know in my heart eternity will be wonderful! Sometimes I have to use tangible things my human mind can wrap around to help ground myself, and even if they don't compare lol. But yeah, I know this is something I will be able to conquer, and I know heaven is beyond what we can imagine and isn't what my human mind paints it as when I try to imagine it.

Anyway, I felt like applauding in the theater after watching this film. Those who worked on this movie, thank you from the bottom of my heart for giving this to us. I don't think I've ever felt so seen while watching any movie, let alone a DreamWorks movie about an anthropomorphic cat lol. I just know this will be a fave of mine forevermore, and after the Bad Guys and now this, I can't wait to see what else y'all have up your sleeve.

1000/10, can't believe Puss in Boots 2 dethroned Megamind as my favorite DreamWorks film.

#movie ramblings #puss in boots the last wish #puss in boots #well done dreamworks #you had me both cracking up and having an emotional breakdown over this one #dreamworks #movie essay

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bellysoupset · 5 months

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SOUP HIII! okay so i’ve been a bit MIA bc school and finals kicked my ass BUT i’ve still been reading everything‼️ (and omfg luke is GOING THRU IT poor baby (he’s so real for everything he’s feeling UGH)) but anyways i’m flying back home rn and something that happens when i fly to and from home is ofc i always get REALLY bored and also i crave reading fics soooo much, but there’s no internet so i can never read anything ever 😭 soooo pulled the #problemsolving skills; i literally just spent 20 min screen recording all my fav fics of yours so that i’m able to read them during the flight💀 which i believe is a bit of a desperate move but it’s also really funny🤭

anywaysss on that note, one of my all time faves (believe it or not it’s not wen/vin centric!!!) is and will always be sicily part 6 😩🫶🏽 everything is so perfect about it but top 3 things are 1. the ANGST ofc, 2. Ma being the absolute queen iconic caretaker that she is, and 3. the type and intensity and level of sickness is my absolute FAVORITE‼️ sick enough that it’s genuinely concerning and worrisome (DELIRIOUS BABIES ARE ALWAYS SO TOP TIER) but not enough to warrant a trip to the ER quite yet and AHHHH i’m OBSSESSED

SOOO anyways basically i was rereading this fic today, and i was wondering if there’s any chance we could get a similar type of fic but w wen as the sickie? given vin and her are supposed to be over there for the holidays (i think? my sleep deprived brain may have made this up tbh LMAO) i think this is the perfect opportunity? similar level of sickness would be ideal 🤭 but yeah ugh Ma taking care of wendy is something i NEED, and if you manage to also make it angsty ,,, OOF i’d be on my knees unable to get up till like next year frfr 😭

but ANYWAY no pressure if it doesn’t work w the story or the way you’ve got things planned out‼️ just thought i’d ask bc RAH i’d eat this uppppp!!

🦦

DAAArling, I know you've read it already, but just for the sake of organizing my inbox, here's the fic: Sick Wendy + Vin's fam

#my inbox is suuuuch a mess atm guys bear w me

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dancedance-resolution · 2 years

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i have a lot of complicated thoughts and feelings about something that happened today?

i do not recommend reading this lol but if you do. broad content warning for like. slightly creepy and (from some lenses) unsafe situation (but don’t worry i’m safe now, i just have a lot of thoughts and feelings to parse through)

so i went to dc today and had a great time. i racked up probably $20 in metro fares over the course of the day but i 🐇 ed. so at one point this guy asks me for food and i was like yeah what do you want! so i got him $10 worth of food and everything went very well. so then later in the day i’m back at home and there’s another guy who asks me for food. and i think, well i have about $20 in metro fares to put back into the universe, so i’ll buy this guy $10 worth of food. i had no fears about it being funky, which may have been a bit naive on my part (which is something i’ll discuss later) but alas i fundamentally do not believe in stranger danger so i have a hard time wrapping my brain around the fact that helping out a stranger can put you in unsafe situations

so some differences btw buying the first guy food and the second guy food that i probably should’ve considered

it was dark out when i got the second guy food

the second guy spoke super softly, so i had to get close to him to be able to hear anything

the second guy wouldn’t/couldn’t(?) tell me what he wanted, he wanted to come into the grocery store with me. conversely the first guy just told me what i wanted and then sent in one of his friends to show me where it was when i couldn’t find it (possibly bc he was not allowed in the store? unclear)

i didn’t realize it initially but looking back - the second guy was Definitely high. i first suspected it when we were walking into the store together when he made a sniffing sound despite not sounding sick and i thought oh! that’s something ppl do in fictional media regarding cocaine. but i was like eh maybe he just sniffed. but soon it became very obvious to me that he was very high for multiple reasons

it wasn’t dc where there are lots of ppl asking for money/help; he was the only guy at the grocery store asking for help at that moment

anyways so that’s that.

so basically i ask the guy what he wants and it takes him a while to think of and articulate it. but eventually he brings me back to where they keep the chicken in a bag and picked up one and i was like rad!

so then he started Talking to me. like mumbling on and on about various harmless things, but also telling me i was pretty had the most wonderful eyes and skin etc. but like not in a creepy way is the thing! i didn’t feel grossed out by it; it felt harmless kind of?? like whatever

but so yeah. i was bored of listening to him but i stayed there and let him talk bc like. he’s a human. i want to be respectful to him. and also i recognize that like. maybe the reason he’s talking so much to me is that he doesn’t really get the chance to talk to ppl often (he mentioned other stuff while mumbling that made me think that). so i wanted to be respectful and be a kind human and let him talk.

i didn’t feel unsafe, but i felt a bit like . okay. this isn’t going ideally but it’s okay

so he mentions in his long speech that he’s thirsty so i’m like okay! let’s get you a drink. so i walk him to the drink aisle but he can’t tell me what he likes. so i pick up a big thing of tea and ask him do you like this? it’s got mango flavors. and he responds do you like it? ‘yes’ then i like it

so i walked him to the check out and i pay for his stuff, and he starts talking to me again. and he touches my shoulder but like, again, i didn’t feel grossed out or unsafe yet. like he felt so harmless - just an inconvenience that he made my grocery trip 10x longer, not any actual threat to me or whatever.

and so it was hard to hear what he was saying but i’m pretty sure he wanted to meet up with me outside the store or whatever. and i kind of like cut him off a few times and was like yeah i’ve got to go shopping (but in my customer service voice) etc but maybe i’ll see you out there. and eventually i walked away and he didn’t follow me

and then this woman walks past me and says “i’m so sorry”

and then i see the guy monitoring the self check out area say something to the guy who i bought the meal for. i’m unsure what he said

but

it’s the “i’m so sorry” that i have all these complicated feelings about

bc that was the first moment where i realized oh. this was probably A Thing. and that it may have not been the safest situation.

but also like. my brain told me, what is she sorry for? you literally offered to buy this man a meal, let him follow you into the store, stood there while he talked to you and touched your shoulder, etc. in fact you low key even initiated the interaction bc you made eye contact with him, nodded, then walked toward him to hear what he was saying. [you being me] so like in a lot of ways I CONSENTED to everything that happened. i didn’t consent to feeling a bit uncomfy afterwards, but like, that’s kind of out of my control? like if he were a close friend who violated known boundaries, that’d be one thing. but he was just some guy - a guy that i chose to buy a meal for, etc. and like. although i’m not happy that i’m feeling uncomfy now, i also feel like it was fine of me to offer to buy this guy a meal even if he was high etc. i had $10 worth of stolen metro fees to put back into the universe in a positive way, and i could afford it, and he’s human. he deserves food and respect.

anyways so another thing i feel caught up on is my own choice in this matter. was it bad for me to make the choice to buy him that meal considering all the circumstances? to not be more curt and get him to leave me alone sooner? etc

i hate being perceived as naive and vulnerable etc. it’s like a Thing for me, probably trauma related or whatever. my mother has fox news stranger danger brain rot and she’s always treating me like i am never safe, always at risk of violence from strangers. and i know it’s just her caring and trying to protect me from things that happened to her, but yeah. it makes me feel like a naive little child or whatever, even though she says it’s a concern of what other ppl will do rather than what i do etc

but so pushing aside all that. this is something that i myself did - chose to get this guy a meal. and maybe i was naive and stupid, but also was i?

i probably wouldn’t do the same thing again, but also why shouldn’t i? ppl asking me for food deserve fucking respect and food, and if i am in a position where i’m able to help them, why shouldn’t i?

maybe i should be more mindful of the circumstances surrounding things like this. idk. or maybe i should be more abrasive when ppl are making me uncomfy

which!!! i also feel funky about! i don’t Want to be abrasive when ppl are making me uncomfy bc the discomfort is a Me issue. if the person was genuinely creeping me out, like making sexual comments that felt gross rather than harmless like in this situation, then maybe id feel differently. but in this case i felt like. who cares that im uncomfy? yes my comfort matters, but in this situation, it’s more important to prioritize the needs of this person rather than my sense of comfort since i felt no threat to my safety

IDK.

i can never tell my mother about this bc she’ll have a heart attack and forbid me from ever leaving the house again. some guy flashed her when she was a kid and her sister was assaulted as a kid so she’s understandably very sensitive about this stuff. and bc she worked so hard to shelter me, this is actually the first time in my life that i can distinctly remember where a Stranger made me uncomfortable in this sort of way. like i’ve never been catcalled or anything like that by strangers. yeah.

but i keep coming back to. what purpose did my discomfort serve here. that’s the wrong phrasing but. why did i feel discomfort? i didn’t feel like my safety was at risk. and it didn’t reach a point where i felt extremely uncomfortable. i think i did a good job of working to end the interaction when i did

it wasn’t until that random woman said “i’m so sorry” and he was already gone that i began to feel weird. maybe bc of the gender aspect of it - like this is a woman who’s had the same experience probably speaking to a perceived woman. it’s almost community like that in a way. and it makes me feel weird and i don’t know why. a while ago i felt the urge to hug her (this was like a half hour later when id left the store etc) bc i felt like her words validated the fact that i felt discomfort, and i think i liked the community aspect of it. but now i just feel. so weird. unsure if it’s a positive or negative feeling or both

two more things to say

when leaving i asked another woman if she would walk with me. she asked me why are you okay etc and i was like. i don’t feel unsafe or anything, i just bought a guy a meal and he was talking to me and yeah 🤷. and it seemed like she understood even though my explanation didn’t make sense. well turned out she was walking in the opposite direction so she offered to call me so i could be talking on the phone while walking so he couldn’t start talking to me again etc. and so i did and she checked that i made it to my car etc and i thanked her and then we hung up and yeah. i feel weird knowing that i will never see her again probably. it goes back to that community and womanhood thing that i was thinking about earlier with the woman who said ‘i’m so sorry’ i think

anyways yeah he was eating the chicken when i left and didn’t try to talk to me. so yeah.

last thought. i felt the urge to talk to my boss about this and i was like lol why do i feel that, it’s not like he can say or do anything to make me feel better. but i think the reason i felt the urge to talk to him was maybe that he sees me as an adult and treats me as an adult. he never knew me as a child and treats me as such. whereas my mom or my friends or whatever….i think they would be hyper concerned with my safety and vulnerability and naivety . and i understand that, i would definitely react that same way if my friend told me a story like this! and i’m apprehensive to even post this here bc i’m afraid someone i love and respect will be in the notes or in my dms with the intention of validating my discomfort or trying to convey to me that i should be more mindful of my own safety or whatever. like. i just want someone to help me parse through the details, and i think i’ve done that on my own now by typing it up - i think i could’ve been more careful with approaching him considering the situation, but alll in all, i think i handled it well and did a good job taking care of my safety. my discomfort i kind of don’t care about? bc i did a good job ending the interaction before my discomfort got too much. but that’s something i feel like i could learn more about - what role my discomfort plays, how to interrogate it, etc

and i wonder why i so viscerally do not want that ‘i’m validating your discomfort and articulating to you that actually you were in an unsafe situation’ reaction. maybe bc i feel like there’s a definite chance that reaction is correct. maybe bc i’m too stubborn to admit that my moms stranger danger brain was correct in this one scenario. maybe gender reasons. maybe the fact that i can’t like. accept that i have any naivety or whatever. like i know theoretically i’m vulnerable and being autistic there’s a certain naivety inherent to that bc i’m bad at judging certain aspects of certain situations. but like in reality, i hate that. like no, i don’t want to be vulnerable and i am not vulnerable! at least not any more vulnerable than all these other humans in the grocery store are!

and my resistance to that is probably rooted in the trauma stuff, blah blah blah. and maybe some gender stuff too - i can’t stand that i was a girl in this whole situation. i can tolerate being like 5% woman in this situation, but i don’t want any gender or any sex in this situation. i refuse to accept that reading as girl made/makes me any more ‘vulnerable’ or whatever

even though logically i know ‘women’ are more vulnerable to say sexual assault, at least statistically speaking

IDK. i feel like i have some closure on this situation after writing this which is good. i probably need to explore more why i hate so much being vulnerable/naive/etc. i should probably also explore more the role of my discomfort; that feels like something to read a book about

yeah.

you can respond whatever you like and if you really feel the need you can tell me that i was more unsafe than i realize etc. but unless you like really feel the need to tell me that for the sake of my own safety in the future, please don’t. i feel closure with the safety aspect of the situation, so i don’t feel like i need anyone’s statements making me be un-closured about it or whatever.

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LAURA HI!! im barricading the walls as we speak im hanging a little cup and wire between us no one gets to cause trouble share yr little thoughts abt the little idiots in the jar!! and ill tell you abt how i watched the bear recently consequently found out abt it's renewal for a second season and am forcing anyone who will listen to watch it bc of you xx

OMG hi layla hi xx wow okay this is all just between you and me xx i’ll think all my best thoughts about these guys although i feel like i’ve forgotten everything i’ve ever thought about them!! (also HOW good is the bear i am so honoured to have you led you to this wonderful show that makes me gnaw on my arm!!! literally holding hands while we watch s2 xx)

also THOUGHTS:

i feel like people either make sirius too sweet and understanding or a huge cunt that has like hardly any empathy which are both incorrect to me!! the first one is more modern fics and the second is is the trend in the 2000s. to me sirius is extremely caring and loyal and will believe those he loves over all else. he also struggles to see the consequences to his own actions for sure and is impulsive but i don’t think he’s cruel. often like post prank in early 2000s fics it has sirius just not? apologising? or barely apologising? and remus just allowing that. i think (remus thoughts gear up) after the prank this is remus’s big break to be mad and stay mad for a while at sirius. he has justification, sirius has gone too far this time and he can use his morally superior my-life-is-horrible complex which is sooooo sexy of him. as he should.

james is written like an arrogant BORING popular kid which is insane because he became an animagus for remus so he obviously has DEPTH. james gets done SO dirty !!! i think people should explore his cruel streak (or people may not view it as that because there’s a lot of ways to write his bullying of snape and how it occurs n when it becomes a rivalry etc) more too because it’s extremely interesting in the context of a golden boy perfect head boy kind of character. even when james is doing wrong he’s not doing any wrong actually. also. so jot that down x

but stop trying to apply morality to determine whether they’re worthy of being liked/written about to any of these characters because they all do like multiple terrible things…. as all people do <3

um also i genuinely find snape pretty boring but when he’s villainised insanely in marauders fics i think that’s pretty boring too

#huge day for the dykesiriusblack account f #breaking my silence #i can also say things on relationship dynamics #either in the content of just r/s or r/j/s #context **#laura says some things #thinking meta thoughts #<— new cool tag alert

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naturalbornkillass · 2 years

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delayed post from 07/10/22 - A weird week: still depressed // might need to get the “hottest girl in rehab” sweatshirt. // modern feminism // why am i attracted to older men i dont even ducking have daddy issues

The last part happened today but i’ll include it into my evenfully unevenful week

i’ve been ridiculously depressed and irritable this week. i havent touched my prescripted medicine and i probably should. i’m in no way getting better.

During the 4th of july, i got into a hugeeee argument with my dad and i ended up staying home and playing roblox w my friends. it was kinda fun, then it all hit me. I’m at home during the 4th of july, doing absolutely nothing. I was bored and depressed. I HAD NOTHING TO DO!! So I ordered some food from grubhub and it made me feel better for a little bit. Then it hit me again. I'm getting fomo. How can i celebrate the 4th. of july? and listen I’m not the most patriotic citizen, and to be honest, i’m not big on independence day. although I am big on the celebrations itself, whether or not i really give a fuck about the reason of the celebration .

i decided to try lsd for the first time, and it was def the most sensational type of high i’ve ever experienced. especially bc it was laced with some other strong ass shit, which i didn't really know until i got tested positive for other stuff. I didn't rly mind tho, i had a good time regardless. My therapist was not happy ofc, so they actually told me that they may have to send me to a 30 day rehabilitation program if things don’t improve within the next week. It’s either that, or I have to stay at a psych ward for 7 days minimum, which isnt as bad, given that it’s so easy to trick them into thinking that you’re doing well within the span of a week. But either way, i’ll be stripped away from any sort of communication with all of you. unless i can memorize all of your number. not tryna do all that.

I'm against it, obviously. I’m functioning! I should be fine.

The reason why i’m not making such a big deal out of this is bc I’m not being too irresponsible with everything. Honestly i really do believe that they’re just trying to profit off of me. No one really knows what to do in those places. None of the staff members really know what they were getting themselves into. If you’re there for the money, why cant you at least try to put some effort on the shit tht you were supposed to do?

if i do end up in one in the future, best believe i’m pulling up in the corniest fit ever

but fr tho i actually have to start putting some effort because i’m not trying to go to some goddamn facility. I have many plans for this summer and living in a place w a bunch of druggiez isnt my thing. if all fails, i hope to be grouped with cool people.

i met someone on roblox, which i’ve spent a few hours with….at night. it was fun okay, and im not for edating, but this is entertaining for me. i wonder how many ppl he’s groomed online. better yet, i wonder how many people get groomed on roblox??? He’s 21 btw i forgot to mention, and yeah he does sound like it. Thats all i can say tho.

The thing is, you’ll never know if your the groomer or the groomee. Edating is so funny to me despite the times that i’ve attempted to do so. I got out of that phase towards the beginning(-ish?) of 9th grade. After that, I’ve just started fishing for some creepy pedos online and i tried to see if i can get money off of them. I found many, but they all wanted my fucking face to be in pictures/videos and they wanted to be able to hear my voice and such, like how desperate can you be? Theyre all really fucking pathetic and it just pissed me off seeing people live like that. Discord users are really something else……..

just dont edate. It's that easy.

One thing that I have noticed is that I kinda have a problem with older men. Why am I writing about this online rather than telling a professional about this? Idk but I just felt like it needs to be talked about. No, I don't have daddy issues, which proves that it's only a common stereotype. Women have such a great amount of power, simply just by existing. Next thing you know, you've hypnotized them into throwing their cash onto you.

#naturalbornkillascore

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hi. on your post where you may or may not have ended on 'moffat is either your angel or your devil' did you have maybe an elaboration on that somewhere that i could possibly hear about. i'm very much a capaldi era stan and i've never tried to defend the matt smith era even though it had delightful moments sometimes so i wonder where that puts me. i'd love to hear your perspective on moffat as a person with your political perspective. -nicole

hi ok sorry i took so long to respond to this but i dont think you know how LOADED this question is for me but i am so happy to elaborate on that for you. first a few grains of salt to flavor your understanding of the whole situation: a. im unfairly biased against moffat bc im a davies stan and a tennant stan; b. i still very much enjoy and appreciate moffat era who for many reasons; and c. i hate moffat on a personal level far more than i could ever hate his work.

the thing is that its all always gonna be a bit mixed up bc i have to say a bunch of seemingly contradictory things in a row. for instance, a few moffat episodes are some of my absolute favorites of the rtd era, AND the show went way downhill when moffat took over, AND the really good episodes he wrote during the rtd era contained the seeds of his destruction.

like i made that post about the empty child/the doctor dances and it holds true for blink and thats about it bc the girl in the fireplace and silence in the library/forest of the dead are good but not nearly on the same level, and despite the fact that i like them at least nominally, they are also great examples of everything i hate about moffat and how he approached dw as a whole.

basically. doctor who is about people. there are many things about moffats tenure as showrunner that i think are a step up from rtd era who! actual gay people, for one! but i think that can likely be attributed mostly to an evolving Society as opposed to something inherent to him and his work, seeing as rtd is literally gay, and the existence of queer characters in moffats work doesnt mean the existence of good queer characters (ill give him bill but thats it!)

i have a few Primary Grievances with moffat and how he ran dw. all of them are things that got better with capaldi, but didnt go away. they are as follows:

moffat projects his own god complex onto the doctor

rtd era who had a doctor with a god complex. you cant ever be the doctor and not have a god complex. the problem with moffats era specifically is that the god complex was constant and unrepentant and was seen as a fundamental personality trait of the doctor rather than a demon he has to fight. he has the Momence where you feel bad for him, the Momence where he shows his humility or whatever and youre reminded that he doesnt want to be the lonely god, but those are just. moments. in a story where the doctor thinks hes the main character. rtd era doctor was aware that he wasnt the main character. he had to be an authority sometimes and he had to be the loner and he had to be sad about it, but he ultimately understood that he was expendable in a narrative sense.

this is how you get lines like “were the thin fat gay married anglican marines, why would we need names as well?” from the same show that gave you the gut punch moment at the end of midnight when they realize that nobody asked the hostess for her name. and on the one hand, thats a small sticking point, but on the other hand, its just one small example of the simple disregard that moffat has for humanity.

incidentally, this is a huge part of why sherlock sucked so bad: moffats main characters are special bc theyre so much bigger and better than all the normal people, and thats his downfall as a showrunner. he thinks that his audience wants fucking sheldon cooper when what they want is people.

like, ok. think of how many fantastic rtd era eps are based in the scenario “what if the doctor wasnt there? what if he was just out of commission for a bit?” and how those eps are the heart of the show!! bc theyre about people being people!! the thing is that all of the rtd era companions would have died for the doctor but he understood and the story understood that it wasnt about him.

this is like. nine sending rose home to save her life and sacrifice his own vs clara literally metaphysically entwining her existence w the doctor. ten also sending rose with her family to save her life vs river being raised from infancy to be obsessed w the doctor and then falling in love w him. martha leaving bc she values herself enough to make that decision vs amy being treated like a piece of meat.

and this is simultaneously a great callback to when i said that moffats episodes during the rtd era sometimes had the same problems as his show running (bc girl in the fireplace reeks of this), and a great segue into the next grievance.

moffat hates women

he hates women so fucking much. g-d, does steven moffat ever hate women. holy shit, he hates women. especially normal human women who prioritize their normal human lives on an equal or higher level than the doctor. moffat hated rose bc she wasnt special by his standards. the empty child/the doctor dances is the nicest he ever treated her, and she really didnt do much in those eps beyond a fuck ton of flirting.

girl in the fireplace is another shining example of this. youve got rose (who once again has another man to keep her busy, bc moffat doesnt think shes good enough for the doctor) sidelined for no reason only to be saved by the doctor at the last second or whatever. and then youve got reinette, who is pretty and powerful and special!

its just. moffat thinks that the doctor is as shallow and selfish as he is. thats why he thinks the doctor would stay in one place with reinette and not with rose. bc moffat is shallow and sees himself in the doctor and doesnt think he should have to settle for someone boring and normal.

not to mention rose met the doctor as an adult and chose to stay with him whereas reinette is. hm. introduced to the doctor as a child and grows up obsessed with him.

does that sound familiar? it should! bc it is also true of amy and river. and all of them are treated as viable romantic pairings. bc the only women who deserve the doctor are the ones whose entire existence revolves around him. which includes clara as well.

genuinely i think that at least on some level, not even necessarily consciously, that bill was a lesbian in part bc capaldi was too old to appeal to mainstream shippers. like twelve/clara is still a thing but not as universally appealing as eleven/clara but i am just spitballing. but i think they weighed the pros and cons of appealing to the woke crowd over the het shippers and found that gay companion was more profitable. anyway the point is to segue into the next point, which is that moffat hates permanent consequences.

moffat hates permanent consequences

steven moffat does not know how to kill a character. honestly it feels like hes doing it on purpose after a certain point, like he knows he has this habit and hes trying to riff on it to meme his own shit, but it doesnt work. it isnt funny and it isnt harmless, its bad writing.

the end of the doctor dances is so poignant and so meaningful and so fucking good bc its just this once! everybody lives, just this once! and then he does p much the same thing in forest of the dead - this one i could forgive, bc i do think that preserving those peoples consciousnesses did something for the doctor as a character, it wasnt completely meaningless. but everything after that kinda was.

rory died so many times its like. get a hobby lol. amy died at least once iirc but it was all a dream or something. clara died and was erased from the doctors memory. river was in prison and also died. bill? died. all of them sugarcoated or undone or ignored by the narrative to the point of having effectively no impact on the story. the point of a major character death is that its supposed to have a point. and you could argue that a piece of art could be making a point with a pointless death, ie. to put perspective on it and remind you that bad shit just happens, but with moffat the underlying message is always “i can do whatever i want, nothing is permanent or has lasting impact ever.”

basically, with moffat, tragedy exists to be undone. and this was a really brilliant, really wonderful thing in the doctor dances specifically bc it was the doctor clearly having seen his fair share of tragedy that couldnt be helped, now looking on his One Win with pride and delight bc he doesnt get wins like this! and then moffat proceeded to give him the same win over and over and over and over. nobody is ever dead. nobody is ever unable to be saved. and if they are, really truly dead and/or gone, then thats okay bc moffat has decided that [insert mitigating factor here]*

*the mitigating factor is usually some sort of computerized database of souls.

i can hear the moffat stans falling over themselves to remind me that amy and rory definitely died, and they did - after a long and happy life together, they died of old age. i dont consider that a character death any more than any other character choosing to permanently leave the tardis.

and its not just character deaths either, its like, everything. the destruction of gallifrey? never mind lol! character development? scrapped! the same episode four times? lets give it a fifth try and hope nobody notices. bc he doesnt know how to not make the doctor either an omnipotent savior or a self-pitying failure.

it is in nature of doctor who, i believe, for the doctor to win most of the time. like, it wouldnt be a very good show if he didnt win most of the time. but it also wouldnt be a very good show if he won all of the time. my point is that moffats doctor wins too often, and when he doesnt win, it feels empty and hollow rather than genuinely humbling, and you know hes not gonna grow from it pretty much at all.

so like. again, i like all of doctor who i enjoy all of it very much. i just think that steven moffat is a bad show runner and a decent writer at times. and it is frustrating. and im not here to convince or convert anyone im just living my truth. thank you for listening.

#sorry if this is repetitive or makes no sense or if i got some details of the show wrong #i simply couldnt be bothered to put too much effort into this post #lest it become a research paper and take me several weeks to answer #anyway thats all my opinions #dw #ok to rb

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yujikuna · 3 years

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golden hour

summary: Din Djarin wanted to kiss you. The thought of it was all-consuming. It’s funny that the only thing he’s ever allowed himself to want is the one thing he is bound by a creed to never have.

pairing: Din Djarin x Reader

word count: 2k

warnings: absolutely none. just pure fluff and yearning and a shit ton of run on sentences bc that’s my brand

a/n: i posted this over on my ao3 (padme_skywalker) back in april and have decided to post it here since it did fairly well. just something light and fluffy to balance out the pain i’m sure we will all feel during the finale. i did a few quick edits and changes to make this more inclusive, but let me know if something needs to be changed. pls enjoy~

“What’s your favorite color?”

The two of you lay on a grassy hillside on some random planet Mando had stopped at to refuel and for the three of you to stretch your legs. The child was dozing off to the side after spending the entire day waddling in the field and splashing in the nearby stream and chasing after frogs.

“Red,” Mando answered.

You were on your side, arm tucked underneath your head to keep the grass from tickling your face, watching him with curious eyes. It was nice, being able to lay there, the evening sun warming his beskar, as he played some question game you said was popular when you were younger. He didn’t know how you were able to talk so much at one time, taking the simplest questions he asked and answering them as if he asked you how the universe was made or how hyperdrives worked.

It was new to him- the whole not always being in silence thing. Not too long ago he would go weeks without hearing another being’s voice, just sitting in the Razor Crest with only his thoughts to keep him company. It was hard for him at first. It took him at least a month to be able to talk to you about something not related to the child or the ship. But your voice was smooth and sweet like the frozen cream treats he remembers loving as a child and he would listen to you talk about bantha dung if it meant he could hear your lilting accent and the breathy way you would trail off after talking for too long at one time.

“Really? Why?”

Mando glanced at you from the side of his visor. “It reminds me of the blood of my enemies,” he replied, his voice monotone.

Your eyes widened in shock before you threw your head back and laughed. Rolling on your back, you tried to quiet your giggles to keep from waking the baby. “Your jokes are getting better, Mando. Maybe once this whole bounty hunter thing gets to be too boring you can pursue stand-up comedy.”

You couldn’t tell, but he was positively beaming under the helmet, something in his chest warm at being able to make you laugh. He wished he could hear it without the filter of his helmet. He bet it sounds even sweeter.

“Okay, your turn, ask me one.”

Mando looked back up at the sky. “Do you speak any other languages?”

One corner of your mouth turned into a small frown. “No, I’m lucky that the family you saved me from were nice enough to even teach me Basic. I’ve always wanted to learn another, though.” You sat up, turning the top half of your body to him. “Oooh, could you teach me Mando’a? I always hear you speaking in it to the baby.”

He shifted uncomfortably under your gaze. Your frown had quickly turned back into a small smile and your eyes were wide with hopefulness. He wanted to tell you yes. He would learn any language in the galaxy just so he could teach it to you. “We’re not… We’re not really supposed to use it with people outside of the covert.” His heart clenched at the sight of your face falling.

You sighed and flopped back onto the ground. “I get that. Can you at least tell me what it is that you always call the baby, though? Ad’ika? What does that mean?”

He was quiet for a moment. “It’s what we call our children,” he said, deciding that the one word would be fine for you to know.

You hummed in response, eyes slipping shut. “That’s sweet. What is it that you always call me when you talk to him?” His face burns under the helmet. He uses a lot of names for you to the child. Mesh’la. Cyare. Cyar’ika. “Buir? I think that’s how you say it.”

Parent. Mother. “I… It’s just a nickname.” He clears his throat, not wanting to think about how much of a line that crosses. “You’re using all your questions up at once.”

“Oh, sorry.”

Mando turns his head to look at you again. He could hardly believe the way you glowed in the light of the setting sun. Your hair was fanned out around you, the light reflecting off of it and bringing out undertones that never show in the dim light of the Crest. It vaguely reminded him of the vibrant loom weavings the three of you had seen the local artisans working on early that day when you were in the market- but ten times more beautiful. Mortal hands could never create something as utterly divine as you were in that very moment.

Your brows furrowed slightly and you chewed on your lip. “Have you—” You cut yourself off. “Never mind.”

“Have I what?”

Your fingers twisted around a blade of grass. “Have you ever kissed someone?”

He nearly choked.

You turned your head toward him. Even the sensors of his helmet could detect the heat that had rushed to your face. “Sorry, that was a weird question. Don’t answer that.”

He couldn’t look at you when he answered. “No. I— I haven’t been without my helmet in front of others since I was a child.”

“Oh.” Silence fell between the two of you. “Have you ever wanted to?”

He should steer the conversation in a different direction. It was his turn to ask a question, anyway. He should ask you what your favorite animal is. Or what ship you would buy if you had unlimited credits. Or if— “Yes.”

He could still feel your gaze burning into him. He didn’t know if it was your eyes or maybe the sun or maybe he wasn’t really on this planet at all and he had somehow fallen in the Armorer’s forge because he felt like his beskar was melting right off his body.

“Anyone in particular?”

You, he thought. He would never say it, though. He knew that what the two of you had now was too good to ever mess up and his beskar may be hard but his heart had gone so damn soft ever since you first walked onto his ship and the mere thought of you rejecting him hurt worse than any physical injury he had ever sustained in his entire life.

But oh, did he think about kissing you.

He thought about it every time you walked in to a room. He thought about it every time you came up to the cockpit and sat a plate of food down beside him before going back down to be with the child. He thought about it the time the two of you decided to give the child a bath in a spare bucket since the sink was too small and you both were soaked head to toe from the child’s splashing and the only sounds in the galaxy were you laughing and the child squealing and you brought your hands up to wipe the bubbles off of his visor before you sent an armful of water his way and you made him laugh harder than he had in his entire life. He thought about it when he watched you work on the ship with grease smeared on your face and your brows furrowed and your tongue jutting out slightly while you concentrated. He thought about it when he turned his chair around to find you sleeping in the co-pilot’s seat, mouth slightly open and softly snoring.

He thought about it when he watched your eyes light up at the sight of something pretty at one of the marketplaces and then again when he presented it to you late at night once the child had gone to sleep and it was just the two of you and you hugged him and he didn’t hug you back but you both knew he would one day. He thought about it when he watched you take care of the child. He thought about it when he thought of his parents and how his father would always take his mother in his arms and kiss her and spin her around and dance with her and he thought about it when he told you what happened on that terrible day he lost them and you held him and cried and told him that you would burn down the entire galaxy before you ever let him feel pain like that ever again. He thought about it when the two of you got caught in a rain storm and you laughed the entire time you ran back to the ship and didn’t stop laughing as you stood under the dim lights, chest heaving and hair stuck to your face and you were so beautiful and that was the one time he sincerely thought about giving up the Creed because in his mind kissing you just once would be worth it.

He thought nearly every day about finding a loophole in the Creed. Turning the lights off. Blindfolding you. Asking you to close your eyes. He would trust you to not open them.

It’s funny that the only thing he’s ever allowed himself to want in his entire life is the one thing that he is bound by a creed to never be able to have.

So, yes, Din Djarin thought about kissing you quite often.

He could’ve told you all of this. But instead, he whispered, “Does it matter?” The words came out so softly he was sure they had been carried away by the wind.

You smiled, but it wasn’t like your normal smiles. It was sad and dejected and not like you at all. “No, I guess it doesn't.”

The sky was fading from golds and oranges and pinks to dusky blues and purples. The child was still asleep beside you and Mando wasn’t sure what kind of creatures came out on this planet at night and knew that he would have to guide you back to the ship soon.

The silence between the two of you was deafening and the few inches between your bodies felt like an entire parsec. Something cold began to clutch at his heart. He wanted to do it. He wanted to take his helmet off and hover over you and hold your face in his hands and finally just—

You scooted closer to him then, propping yourself up on one arm and leaning over him. You looked into the T of his visor and he wondered if you could see his eyes because it sure felt like you were staring into his soul at that moment.

His breath halted in his chest as you slowly inched your face toward his. Could you hear how hard his heart was beating?

He was frozen in place as he watched your eyes close and you pressed your lips to the hard beskar of his helmet right where his mouth would be and then he was on fire. He swore he could feel his lips tingling as if the helmet wasn’t there and your soft lips were on his. He was blushing, he could feel it as it traveled from his face down his neck to his chest. His entire body was tingling and numb at the same time and he felt hot and cold and Maker, is this what a heart attack feels like? Was he having a heart attack? You hadn’t even actually touched him.

The kiss only lasted a second before you pulled back and rested your forehead against his. When you smiled he felt the last bit of iciness in his heart melt away, leaving only warmth and happiness and love for this wild, beautiful creature in front of him.

“There,” you whispered. “Now you can’t say that you’ve never kissed someone.”

And then you were moving away from him, picking up the child and cradling him to your chest as you walked down the hill and through the field, taking every bit of his soul with you.

Din lay there on the hill for a moment longer. He was sure then that if he never took his helmet off for the rest of his life he would still die happy knowing that in some weird way he had kissed you and that was enough for him.

#the mandalorian x reader #din djarin x reader #the mandalorian fanfiction #din djarin fanfiction #din djarin fluff #the mandalorian fluff #mando x reader #star wars fanfiction

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you-have-made-a-fatal-error · 3 years

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heyyyyy finally got around to transcribing Kitt and Kyler’s entire confrontation/conversation from HAU here it is. below a cut bc it’s a little long

Kit: Those are just some sketches I made because I was bored. I do that all the time. I’m not after your property

Kyler: Then what are you after?

Kit: Nothing!

Kyler: Then why are you trying to tell me there’s not going to be a wedding?!

Kit: Because Matt is gone.

Kyler: Matt would never walk out on me! Never!

Kit: He still loves you, Kyler. But he’s not ready to get married and he just didn’t know how to tell you!

Kyler: Oh, so he told you to tell me? Or was his leaving your idea? What’d you tell him, Kit? That I still have feelings for you? That it isn’t over between us? Because it is! You know that, don’t you? It is most definitely over.

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Kit: All I’m doing here is trying to get you to face the facts! I mean what is with you? You can’t really believe he was whisked away by faeries. And you know as well as I do that Matt has pulled a lot of extreme stunts but never anything like this. He left of his own free will. That’s the only way his disappearance makes sense and you know it.

Kyler: I’m not sure what I know anymore. Coming to Ireland, living in this castle, preparing to be married, it all seems so dream-like. I’m not sure at all what’s real and what isn’t anymore

Kit: You’re under a lot of stress, and I wish I could be more help. Instead here I am bludgeoning you with the truth. I’m just trying to be your friend, believe it or not

Kyler: I know. And I’m glad you’re here, believe it or not. You’ve always been good at skipping the niceties and going straight to the punchline, haven’t you.

Kit: Just one of my many not so admirable qualities. And I wouldn’t exactly call it a punchline, not in this case. But I swear, it may not look like it, or feel like it, but I’m trying to do you a favour.

Kyler: With friends like you who needs enemies. Isn’t that how the saying goes?

Kit: Matt has a pretty warped idea of marriage you know. I don’t know if you ever met his parents but theirs was definitely not your boring, run-of-the-mill relationship.

Kyler: I know that, Kit. And I do wish you’d stop being so negative about everything. I really don’t need that right now.

Kit: Okay, okay, I’m sorry, I’m really sorry. I’ll only say nice, positive things from now on okay? I can do that. I’m not very good at it but I can do it.

Kyler: It’s just so hard to ignore the fact that practically every day since we’ve met Matt has played some kind of trick on me. He says I’m too uptight and that I ask for it.

Kit: Do you think you’re too uptight?

Kyler: No. Well. Yes maybe a little.

Kit: I think Matt’s the one who’s uptight. He’s just projecting. I mean look how much energy the guy has!

Kyler: Huh. I never thought if it that way. You could be right. It would be nice to blame him instead of myself all the time.

Kit: Did Matt ever tell you about the girl he dated just before you?

Kyler: No he tried to once but I wouldn’t let him. Why would I want to hear about some other girl? Sometimes I wonder about the two of you.

Kit: I wasn’t saying he should tell you, I just wondered if he had. You don’t have to worry, he didn’t like her that much. She was nowhere as classy as you.

Kyler: Of course not. We both know that’s impossible now don’t we. It’s nice being out here without being assailed by the telly or the radio or any of Matt’s high-tech gizmos that have to be charged every 20 seconds.

Kit: Fat chance of that around here. There’s like, what, one-and-a-half electrical outlets per room?

Kyler: If that! Matt was fit to be tied when he couldn’t plug in his toothbrush. He said if he’d known the place was going to be this primitive he would have brought a generator.

Kit: The man does love his toothbrush

Kyler: Oh, tell me something I don’t know.

Kit: You know? I could be totally wrong about why Matt left. Maybe it wasn’t the wedding or that weirdo caretaker or you or me. You know what I think it was?

Kyler: What?

Kit: The food. He’s always saying they eat far too many vegetables in Ireland. And when you think about it we have eaten a lot of vegetables since we’ve been here.

Kyler: You obviously haven’t seen what’s inside his backpack.

Kit: Why? What’s in it?

Kyler: Three dozen Koko Kringle bars, and I am not exaggerating. At least that’s what he started with. He’s probably down to half that by now.

#nancy drew #clue crew #haunting of castle malloy #hau

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undercoveravenger · 4 years

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Warmth

Pairing: Paul Lahote x Male!Reader

Requested: Yes

Original Request: “Iiiii wanna request one of the wolf boys of your choice in Twilight imprinting on Bella’s younger brother and how the Cullens were involved cuz they all baby him so much. Thank you & I love your works a lot btw, hope you have a nice day”

A/N: I went with Paul, bc that gives Emmett reason to go angry brother bear mode lol, hope that’s okay!

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“Why am I here again?” You asked, looking over at your sister. The two of you, along with the entire Cullen family, were hanging around in some snow-covered clearing in the woods, waiting for the Quileute wolves to show up so that they could renegotiate the treaty, so that, hopefully, the Cullens could turn Bella without causing a full-on war to break out. “I get that this is important to you and all, but Bells, I’m human, and I don’t really want that to change, so I don’t see how this involves me.”

“Because you’re an honorary Cullen, human or otherwise.” Bella grinned at you, reaching over to shove you playfully, “And Emmett wouldn’t shut up about seeing his future brother-in-law again, so I figured this would be a good time to bring you to visit.” She shrugged, looking back out toward the wall of trees in the direction of the reservation, “Besides, having another normal person here might help convince everyone to keep a level head.”

You snorted, crossing your arms over your chest, “Bells, you’re a lot of things, but normal definitely isn’t one of them.” You waited with your sister for a few more minutes before getting bored and going to go talk to Alice and Jasper.

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Time seemed to have been passing even slower for Emmett than it had been for you, since you’d barely even greeted the dainty vampire and her mate before the brunet’s arms snaked around your waist and dragged you up against his chest and you barely had enough time to close your eyes before he was suplexing you into a snow drift.

To mess with him, you remained perfectly still once he’d let go of you, even going so far as to hold your breath. There was a lot of shouting, far more than if it had been just the Cullens to witness your little prank, meaning the wolves had undoubtedly arrived just in time to see you get pitched into a snowbank. There was the expected moment of arguing but before you knew it, you’d been hauled up out of the snow by a pair of arms so warm that you had to wonder whether hypothermia had set in upon impact.

“What the hell, leech?!” The chest you were being held against rumbled as it’s owner growled, “Not enough to have to kill things to exist, now you go killing your own sympathizers!”

You could hear Emmett snarling and you knew that you needed to intervene before things got even further out of hand. You jerked against the stranger’s grip, forcing yourself out of their arms and back to your feet. “Don’t get your fur in a bunch, Fido,” you grumbled, stumbling a little as you tried to regain your balance. “I’m fine, just a little colder than I’d like to be.” It was then that you looked up at your ‘rescuer.’

His hands were still extended out toward you to help steady you if you needed it, but now you’d been knocked off balance for an entirely different reason. He was tall, towering over you easily even though you really weren’t all that short yourself, and he was built, with thick arms and a defined chest and abs and the rich russet color of his skin only made his musculature all the more appealing. Suddenly you were a little regretful that your playing-dead act had ended so soon. He had close cropped black hair that nearly matched the pitch-dark eyes that were fixated on you, like the two of you were the only people left in the world.

His lips twitched up into a tiny grin, like it was meant for you and you only. “Hi,” he said, voice small and breathless like he’d just run a marathon. “I’m Paul.”

You’d opened your mouth to respond when you were cut off by the celebratory whoops and hollers coming from the rest of the wolf pack. Your brows furrowed and you turned away from Paul to see what all the commotion was about.

You could see Edward murmur something quietly to the rest of the family, dark amber eyes flickering warily between the two of you. Emmett bristled, storming over and planting himself between the two of you. “No way in hell,” he said, crossing his arms over his chest. “Any of the other mutts I could’ve learned to live with, but you? Fat fucking chance.”

The werewolf’s shoulders straightened and you could tell he was trying to hold himself back. “It’s not really any of your business anyway.”

“Not my business?” Emmett hissed, tensing at the insinuation. “(M/N)’s my best friend! It’s definitely my business if some mongrel thinks it’s his place to come try and steal him away!”

It was fair to say that you were incredibly confused, but you knew that your first step needed to be defusing the situation. “Emmett,” you said, putting a hand on his shoulder as you spoke, “You wanna tell me what’s got you so pissy?”

Rosalie was the one to answer you, stalking forward to stand beside her husband and glare at Paul. “This pathetic little puppy imprinted on you.”

“Imprinted?” Your brows furrowed and you glanced toward the rest of the pack for an explanation.

Jacob, the only one of the wolves you’d actually met before now, nodded at you, “It’s, uh, kind of like soulmates. When a wolf imprints, it’s like their person is the only thing that matters anymore. Like they’re what’s holding you to the planet, not gravity.”

“Oh.” Well. That hadn’t been what you were expecting. You turned back to look at the vampires blocking you from Paul’s sight, nudging your way past them with a sigh so you could look up at Paul. “Is that true? Did you imprint on me?”

You could see him swallow hard before he forced himself to speak, “Y-yeah.” He was quick to backtrack, “But it doesn’t have to be r-romantic or anything, if that’s not what you want or you aren’t into guys or anything. We could just be friends? Or, uh, whatever you want me to be, really?”

You couldn’t help but smile a little; he was cute when he got flustered. “Tell you what, after this, if negotiations go well, I’ll let you take me out to dinner and we can talk about it, okay?”

Paul brightened, a wide grin taking over his features, “Yeah? Yeah.” He paused, seemingly getting lost in thought for a second, “Yeah-” He pulled a face, “I said that already. Um, sure. Anywhere you want is fine, I’ll just be happy to be there,” he grinned at you sheepishly, ducking his head to hide the faint blush coloring his cheeks.

Carlisle chose that moment to interrupt, “Well, with that excitement settled,” he started, shooting the two of you an amused grin. Esme smiled at the two of you from her place beside him, “I believe we have a treaty to discuss?”

Emmett and Rosalie headed back to the rest of the Cullens with a huff, but the rest didn’t seem all too bothered about your new bodyguard/soulmate. Alice even looked excited, bouncing up and down on her toes and speaking quickly to Jasper, probably already planning your wedding even though you and Paul had just barely met.

You took a few steps toward the group before a thought struck you. You turned to look over your shoulder at the werewolf, “Hey, Paul? You said you’d be anything I needed you to, right?”

He perked up as you addressed him, grinning back at you. “Absolutely.”

“Well,” you started, smirking mischievously, “I’m still pretty chilly, so I could really use a space heater?”

Paul smiled as he realized what you meant, waiting until you turned back to listen to the negotiations to drape himself over you, slipping his arms around your middle so he could pull you flush against his chest. He pressed a barely-there kiss to your shoulder before setting his chin there so he could still see what was happening. He may not have known what you’d want from him in the future, but right now, with you in his arms, Paul was perfectly content.

#paul lahote x male reader #paul lahote x male!reader #paul lahote x reader #paul x male reader #paul x male!reader #twilight x male!reader #twilight x male reader #twilight wolves x male!reader #twilight wolves x male reader #twilight male reader insert #twilight male!reader insert #male!reader insert #male reader insert #male!reader x #male reader x #male!reader #male reader

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hannie-dul-set · 4 years

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who in svt would agree to platonically kiss you

maybe you're a writer and would want to know how it feels to have peppered swipes of love gently sprinkling your face for the piece you're trying to write. or maybe you're trying to fake having a boyfriend to get your ex off your ass. or maybe you're just weird and/or read too much fanfiction and hope for your own 100k f2l love story with your best friend. whatever your dumb reason is, here's a list of who will agree, who will smack you upside in the face, and who will permanently delete you from his contacts!! let's find out!!

seungcheol: dude he'd agree to (platonically) marry you in order to get your nosy relatives off your ass for being single for so long. just give him a signal and he'd be ready to make out in the middle of a bunch of greasy bodies in a club just to get some weirdo to fuck off because duh?? that's what friends do?? right??? | rating: 9/10 minus one point simply because he'd probably fall in love with you and that would ruin the platonic bit.

jeonghan: "about time you gave in, babe ;))" a little shit. would tease you relentlessly about your apparent, subconscious desire to punch him for him. angel is all talk though, because once you're already inches away from him, he'd panic and chicken out because holy fuck ahaha this shouldn't happen. pulls away from you last minute. would tell you your breath stank of cilantro as a cover up | rating: 3/10 he's a fucking loser don't even try.

joshua: he'd laugh, crinkling his nose and say wow that would be wild haha, but proceed to ignore you. he may have turned into the bare-armed, testosterone monster that he is now, but joshua still wouldn't want to kiss anyone he isn't in a relationship with. that's what his mother taught him and he isn't gonna disobey her cause of you. maybe try asking him out first <33 | rating: 1/10 the one is there because wow you might get him as your boyfriend.

junhui: sorry, but jun would ask you first. you'd be sitting in his living room, watching netflix at god knows what the fuck am and he'd be like "hey. movie's boring. wanna make out?" and you'd be like sure until all of a sudden oops you're not only platonically kissing anymore wow what a slip up | rating: 10/10 you're both a matchmade in horny heaven.

soonyoung: look. soonyoung is wild. soon is down for anything. soonie will probably stab himself with a fork just because you told him he can't. but that's the thing— he'd only do it if it was a challenge. ask him to kiss you because you've been lying to your friends that you had a boyfriend and they wanted evidence? his cheeks will start flaring. tell him "oh i that's fine. i knew you'd be too much of a pussy to agree" then damn you've just unleashed the tiger | rating: 6/10 because of the extra effort you have to put in.

wonwoo: jeon is a simple man. he is a classy man. a simple "no" without even looking at your direction is the only thing you're getting from him. you'd whine, telling him please— i wanna write this story for one of my classes perfectly and the main guy is a nerd and you're the only loser i know. he'd close the book he was reading, leaning into your face ever so slowly, right before smacking the fucking book on your head because wow. the audacity of you | rating: 0/10 but 10/10 if you wanna come back to your senses.

jihoon: what the fuck why would you even consider asking him you evil monster you just wanna watch jihoon shrivel up like a dried grape painted in a fresh coat of red | rating: invalid. error. don't even try unless you want to get guitar smacked when he finally recovers from shock.

minghao: if you were a stranger, yes he'd agree. but you're not. you're his friend and he knows about your gross habits and that's just a no for him like ew. unless you're desperate for whatever the fuck reason. only if you agree to be his poor PA during his monthly, ig outfit photoshoot this weekend and you start to wonder if this is really worth carrying three bags of outfits, one for his accessories, and the amount of muscle pain? thought so | rating: 4/10 if you're crazy and actually go through with it because if he's gonna do it, he's gonna do it right.

mingyu: he'd agree. mingyu is a sweetheart of course he would. the only drawback is that he'd be a huge fucking mess and be like "kiss??? kiss me?? you want?? ahaha o-oh yeah sure totally i'd love to ki— i mEAN since u asked haha" his brain would start whirring like a broken microwave when you do and start thinking is this okay?? do friends do this?? oh my god?? | rating: 7/10 but i doubt he'd even be able to look at you in the eye after this lmao. you got to kiss him but at what cost ://

seokmin: "omg!! sure!!! let's kiss :D" okay, maybe you suggested it because you're a demon and you wanted to see him flustered but oops, seokmin is actually down for it because he is so full of love and would kiss you again if you asked. you're like???? wait i didn't plan it this way, seokmin i— OOPS he already gave you a tiny smooch. he's smiling, asking you if you want another one and smoke is literally emitting from your head rip | rating: 8/10 your brain is fried but at least he's cute.

seungkwan: "excuse me?? you want to kiss me?? know your place, loser" kwan isn't gonna tolerate this kind of troglodytic behavior. you haven't even asked permission from his parents, court him with a million bouquets, chocolates, and vitamins and you're expecting him to agree to kiss you?? wow the sheer shamelessness of some people smh | rating: 2/10 tiny chance that he'd agree if you tell him it was for attention.

vernon: he didn't hear you the first time. second time. wait is this the fifth? until you're literally up at his face asking him for a smooch because you wanted your roommate to believe you actually went out to get laid instead of playing animal crossing at vernon's place because the vibe of his room matched the cozy atmosphere. she would start clowning you if she found out. poor vernon is surprised. frozen. but he manages to stammer out a "sure" and you've already left but vernon was still thinking of you | rating: 6/10 bcs oops haha didn't mean for it to turn angsty

chan: would say yes without giving it much thought until he realized what you were doing and he's like oh shit you were actually serious okay we're doing this. but wait we're in public y/n what the fuck. and you're like shut the fuck up the guy that's been bothering me is here and he's like oh okay. would be embarrassed for the next few days but let's say you got into a petty argument and chan would be like "ooh you wanna kiss me so bad" and you're like "fuck no" and he'd say "you already did" and you're like god damn it | rating: 7/10 because he's gonna use it against you lol.

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seodami · 3 years

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Dearest treasure | KTH

Summary: Every kid in town was afraid of Kang Taehyun, the old -slightly creepy- man living alone for years and years in the same run down house. Every night he would go into his backyard with a shovel and dig a hole into the earth. No one knows why and there are kids rumouring about him burying people. Jungwon was a bright kid, wanting to find out the truth behind this widely spread rumour for a school project. And what he found out would change his life forever.

Genre: fluff, angst, flashbacks, story of life, snippets of life, tiny bit humour

Warning: old Taehyun, mention of death, mention of suicide/suicidal thoughts, death

Word count: 10152 (all 3 parts together)

Pairing: Kang Taehyun x reader, (Yang Jungwon)

Note: Wow okay so this story took me a while to write and I listened to hours of das music to finish this🥺 this was honestly an emotional rollercoaster. But I’m so glad it’s finally finished so I can post it on here yayyy!!! I hope you like it an enjoooyy (please tell me if you cried I would really appreciate your responses haha bc I did)

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2089 (present)

Jungwon took a glance down towards the camera clasped tightly in the palm of his hand. With a heavy breath, his eyes slowly moved up to the big house in front of him. Former white paint - now a dirty grey almost everywhere - was already peeling itself from the walls, dozens of thick ivy tendrils sneaking up to the dirty windows and even further. It looked just like the old spooky houses, Jungwon had secretly seen in horror movies his parents were watching. And it especially felt like it as well.

The cold wind was slowly whirling around the dead leaves on the ground, freeing the view to numerous mounds of earth spreading over the whole front yard and probably even backyard. Some were fresher than the others. Some were older than the others.

Jungwon could feel a wave of goosebumps hushing over his body, clearly not only being the cold winds fault. With one last reassuring nod to himself, he courageously made its way over the small path through the chaotic front yard towards the old wooden front door.

It had terrified him when he was a bit younger to even lay eyes on this house, let alone go any near it, and quite truthfully, Jungwon still felt a tiny wave of fear coming through. He had heard many things around this neighbourhood and school...creepy theories as to why the old man living inside this house was seen digging holes in his garden. From murder to even paranormal activities, everything was possible, referring one of the older kids at school, Park Jongseong, who tended to love scaring innocent young students with these stories. And he even heard parents trying to discipline their children, threatening them to pay ‘Killer Kang’ - that was the old man’s unfortunate nickname - a small visit if they did not behave. It was as if this small town didn’t have anything else to talk about than a lonely, slightly creepy, man. And if he remembered correctly, he never saw or heard anyone even trying to talk to him. So what did they know?

Jungwon heard a lot. To say the least, he questioned himself quietly if he should have just chosen another topic for his video and interview for a school project. He could have. But something deep down told him quietly not to judge too quickly, not to judge a book only by it’s cover. His parents and his grandmother taught him that early on and it stayed with him ever since. He wanted to give this poor scrutinised man a chance to actually explain himself. Why was he always digging these holes into the ground? Maybe he really was a serial killer and this would be Jungwons biggest mistake, but where’s the fun in not even trying? Right? He could only lose, well...his life...

The 14 year old boy quickly shook his head, trying to stay positive. And then he finally pressed the rusty bell on the side of the door. He heard nothing at first, it was as quiet as it could get, no steps, no talking, no TV. The eerie feeling hanging in the air didn’t make it any better for Jungwon to stay calm and not giddy. “You can do this! He’s not even creepy.” He tried to hype himself up.

He almost wanted to ring again, as his heart sunk. Damp slow steps were coming closer and closer, making him hold his breath unconsciously. The door opened in an awful slow motion, revealing the old man everyone was afraid of. White hair framed his sunken in face full of deep wrinkles. He used a walking stick to stand, his position was crouched forward, so he was about the same height as him, maybe even a bit smaller. And when Jungwon met his eyes, there was a glint in them, that almost scared him off like all the other kids would have. But he stayed put.

The man didn’t say anything, just stared at him, awaiting him to explain this very unusual visit. Nobody had ever dared to ring his house. Not even the mailman thought of doing so.

“Good Morning Mr Kang. Uhm ...I am Yang Jungwon.” The young boy began with slightly unstable voice, trying to get a hold of himself. “I am a student at Namgang Highschool and we are currently doing individual video projects containing an interview with someone we find fascinating and want to learn more about. And...I was wondering if...if maybe it would be possible to...interview you?” Jungwon managed to squeak out, hiding his trembling hands from Mr. Kangs boring hawk eyes.

He still hadn’t said anything, looking up and down the underaged student. Then his eyes met his shaky ones again. “Is this a joke again, boy? Because I have no tolerance for silly boy pranks.” He finally muttered out in a harsh tone, letting Jungwon flinch the slightest. He quickly shook his head, implying that this was his last wish to do.

“No sir, no I swear this is a very serious question and project. I wouldn’t dare to do anything but.” The boy rambled, now fiddling nervously with the hem of his uniform jacket. The man pulled his glasses somewhat higher on his nose before he gave the student a hesitant nod.

“You are the first person for years daring to come talk to me...” he noted absent minded, eyes wandering behind the boy to check if there really weren’t any stupid kids hiding inside the bushes. “How...extraordinary.” He muttered, clinging onto his walking stick as he began turning around.

“You said fascinating people, boy? I have to disappoint you, there is nothing interesting about me, I dare say.” A small sigh left his mouth, beginning to close his door slowly but Jungwon was quicker. What had gotten into him? Was it the surprise at his not so cold attire or maybe has he just gone crazy? But Jungwon wanted to know more about his story. There had to be more.

“Sir, no please. You may think so but quite frankly you are the talk of town every day.” Jungwon began but got stopped hearing the other one scoffing displeased. “Killer Kang...I know this nickname they all give me. Do you use it too? I don’t want to have anything to do with people like this.” His tone got harsher again.

Jungwon frantically shook his head again. “I don’t. I would never. This is the reason why I chose to interview you in the first place. I want to hear your part about everything. I think it is only fair to give you a proper chance to explain. They just don’t know.” He gave the man a pleading look. Mr. Kang hesitated again, letting the boys words sink in. He didn’t seem like he could harm a fly, he thought. Was is worth the struggle?

He didn’t know what or why he was doing it but the next thing Jungwon saw was him walking slowly into the house again, leaving the door open. Should he follow? A quick look over his shoulder told him he should. Jungwon couldn’t believe he really meant it so he still stood unsure, fiddling with the silver camera in his hands, metal cooling against his sweaty palms. “Are you coming, or what?” The now softer voice of the white haired man asked still trotting forward in a steady pace.

This woke Jungwon immediately out of his trance, stumbling clumsily stuttering and rambling while thanking him over and over again. He had made it.

He entered the dark hallway, suddenly being hit with a strong smell of a typical musty grandparents house. It remembered him of his own grandmother’s one, where he spent almost half of his childhood. With one swift movement, he gently shut the door and followed the tracks of this houses owner without forgetting to put his shoes off. There were some stacks of newspaper laying around randomly, old picture frames hanging on some of the white and dark green walls and old brown rugs adorning the cold floor. He noticed a small picture of a young lady in a baby blue dress, sitting on a self built swing while smiling ear to ear. But he quickly moved on. It was as every other old people’s home, Jungwon thought.

“Boy, say, do you want a cup of tea? Or water?” The young student heard the now calm voice asking him, seeing as they arrived in the living room. An antique looking glass chandelier was hanging right in the middle, brown couches placed generously inside the big room. Jungwon was surprised. He expected to shake with pure fear in his veins, but why did it feel like he was just visiting his grandparents? A friendly visit. That was the first moment he knew he misjudged the famously feared old man.

“No thank you. I was wondering if I could maybe...film the whole thing? The interview? I prepared some questions already if that is fine with you.” Jungwon timidly pulled out the camera behind his back and soon enough some pieces of paper. There was a moment of silence, Mr. Kang just looking speechlessly at the innocent and oh so polite brown haired boy. His heart already told him, despite his inner conflicts, that he was a nice boy. A really well-behaved kid. He could tell him, he could understand, and maybe even help. At least that was his hope.

“You are really something else. Jungho was your name?” With small steps he wandered to one of the couches, plopping down painfully slow with a nasty crack of his bones into an already deep hollow on the couch. Just like his grandparents. Jungwon by now was really overwhelmed by the mans compliance and...kindness?

“It’s Jungwon, Mr. Kang.” He added, earning an understanding nod from his side, followed by a motion of his hand for him to sit down. “Of course, of course. You can set up the camera on the table if you have to. It was a long time ago since...anyone filmed me.”

It didn’t took long for the eager student to put his camera on the table in a good angle. His script was already sprawled all across his lap and with nervous looks in between, he asked the man if he was ready to begin the interview. Jungwon was aching to know the truth behind the misunderstood lonely person in front of him. He finally wanted to clear the unpleasant rumours about him, wanting to know what really was behind his actions.

“Ready, boy.”

Jungwon clicked the red recording button on his camera, sitting down on the couch behind it. And he did not waste any time to start.

“My first question for you Mr Kang, has to do with your widely spreaded nickname. As you told me earlier, you were already aware of such name. What do you think about it?”

It was the second time, he heard him scoff in annoyance. “It’s ridiculous what people tend to gossip behind someone’s back when they are bored. Whoever believes these ignorant, mindless comments should go to school again and get educated. This nickname... ‘Killer Kang’ -“ he stopped to caugh out loudly, repositioning himself more comfortable in his seat before continuing to talk. “ - holds absolute no truth in it. I can’t seem to think why somebody even invented it.”

Jungwon immediately nodded in agreement, earning a small nod from the man himself. “That was exactly my point. It looked almost like people just invented some crazy untrue theories when they cannot seem to understand a certain...action.” He tried to find the right words. “It’s probably nothing new to hear, but people around this town, I think they came up with this name solely to...to find an explanation as to why...the holes...I mean you digging them with a shovel in your garden...is that...” he lost his voice in the end of his sentence, not wanting to say any wrong words.

But Mr. Kang just nodded, looking out of the window with a distant look. He suck in a deep breath, letting it out slowly. “It’s probably not the answer you or all the people would like to hear. All the foolish theories. It’s something far more...simple.” He looked over to Jungwon, soft eyes under the thick crease above them. He was ready to tell someone. Just anyone. He longed for a conversation for too long, maybe that is why he agreed in the first place.

He was so lonely.

“Let me tell you my story right from the beginning. I hope you do have some time, boy, it might be a longer story.”

And then he began to tell his story. Your story.

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the-acid-pear · 3 years

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I did my homework and i did my chores, time to tackle on the third book of this series, Son of Ogre

Chapter 1

Okay but the fuck is Baki planning to do if he stops fighting? That's literally all he has, he's not smart

WOOH THATS A BIT REALISTIC

PREHISTORIC ELEPHANT?!

King just went to have a snack. Also FUCK does that meat look tasty FUCKKK

This baby so cute 🥺

I'm so glad Yuji is doing stupid hilarious shit again it had been a while

Congrats on Baki for that mantis

Chapter 2

Who tf is this kid?

Poor kid lmao, i assume he will meet Baki

Look at my boyyy

HSTSRFAYDF DON'T CALL HIM A MANLET

Imagine Baki actually kills this kid HSJDYSSHCBT

Third comment with a ton of likes is "we do not condone child violence. We do, however, find it hilarious"

Chapter 3

AH SHUT UPPP KIDDO

But i like Baki memeing a round a lil

Chapter 4

🥺🥺 that's so sweet...

HELLOOOO STRYDUM MY GOD YOUR TITS GOT FATTER SIR 😳😳

Yujiro is such a fucking threat to society lmao

I love seeing Baki with his eyes open, he's looking more like his old self

Oh, shadow boxing incoming, alright

Chapter 5

Yuri? 🥺 /j

THE RETURN OF IRON MICHAEL?!

Chapter 6

I love how there's our silly little mains after every cover LUV em <33

Baki just dissociating his ass out and using it on his favor, the king

Why is Baki eating sour prunes aren't those meant to be sweet?

We all salivating

Chapter 7

Love to see there are even more swears there now

I can put my face next to my foot too tho

FAGDRJSEHARD YUJIRO CAN BEAT THE CANCER HOW ICONIC 😍

Also i would LOVE to see Yuji fight an Orca

WHAT?!

I love how everyone in the comments is calling out Rumina for not seeing issue going down to a dark hidden basement with a shirtless man older than him

Chapter 8

"piggy back me" USHSYFLFUDSY

This fight is going to be good

Chapter 9

Imagine Baki dies right here right know against an imaginary mantis lmao

Okay Baki getting damaged makes sense but the WALL?

Baki's dead (GOD IT HAS BEEN SO LONG SINCE I HAVE SAID THAT)

Ffs it's true Baki COULD create himself a stand 😰

Chapter 10

OH FUCK IT'S TRUE

Chapter 11

This fight is so boring i had to take a 6 hour break

Baki just can't win against nature eh

This reminds me of Garland pulling a suplex on that Anaconda

Chapter 12

I can't wait for the main cast to ACTUALLY appear, instead of just, you know, them in the covers

This fight is slow but cool but slow

To fight a mantis you must think like a mantis 😎

Though it's true in this manga you will most likely win if you steal your opponent techniques so

Chapter 13

I MISS IGARI FUCKKK

This is so dumb i luv it

That mantis be swearing lmao

Love it when Baki goes full Yujiro

Chapter 14

TOBA...

Holy fuck do mantis fly?

Secret Chapter?

Is this how Yujiro got born?

Idk girl i would have killed him if i was you

WHAT.

I KNOW THOSE FROGS THEY ARE FROM PUERTO RICO I THINK

I might just be sleepy but this is so confusing

AKSHSKGSKSGSJSG JUST KILL THE BABY IT AINT THAT HARD

Chapter 15

GAIA...

Why is he like this?

Is "he" with us right now?

...gotta admit that IS true...

I love Strydum sksgwhwg

Yujiro really went XD

I don't think my man Arun in the comments is aware how gay what he said is, though maybe I'm wrong

Chapter 16

GOD THESE FUCKING COVERS MAKING ME SO NOSTALGIC, LOOK AT SPEC!

ANIME KENNEDY?!

I can't believe Bush is dead

AN ASIAN BOY HAS JUST KIDNAPPED THE PRESIDENT...

8 of January? My god he's a Capricorn

I'm sorry, what?

LAHQIGWKQFWKSFWIWG 😭😭

I love Baki so much, THIS IS THE KID THAT I MISSED SO MUCH

This explains why Baki was in prison clothes in the anime teaser

Chapter 17

BIG NUMBER

That one mf like 😐

Glad Baki is 18 now at least 😌

Love to see Oliva back

Chapter 18

This page not even bothering to charge the pages anymore

I'm sure there were better ways to go to jail, well, actually, no, but still

Toba used to just chew that off

Baki did that mantis hit you in the head too hard?

I. I watched way too many prison movies and shows. I don't like seeing someone as young and pretty as Baki in such a place. I rlly don't.

Chapter 19

Yanagi baby i miss you...

IRON MICHAEL?!

Mfkhsjsys 😳🥴

Eh got my hopes too high

CHE BAKI PIBE... LA PUTA MADRE NI ACA ME ESCAPO DE MIS COMPATRIOTAS

I hope he swears too i want to see a boludo o pelotudo PLEASE

I mean para pelotudos lo veo a Yujiro todo el tiempo pero igual JSGWKEGWG me pone bien argento ver al Che carajo

Chapter 20

HE SAID BOLUDO SUAHWKWGAKSGSKSGSKGD

I can't take this omfg new fav I'm sorry Doppo but he just said boludo 😭

Pendejo is more used as pibe here but i will let it pass bc idk the lingo in Cuba and he spent some time there so

Why don't i speak like this too ffs? All i do is say eh and call it a day

He's cocky enough to call anybody any age pibe so I'll let that pass too

Por favor no lo hagas che sksgwj

Chapter 21

Che, pibe, it's a good day to die...

Chapter 22

GSHAGSTSG he should have said "no boludo"

I'm falling in love with this boludo myself

That's talented and brutal

OH RIGHT YOU LOSE YOUR BALANCE WHEN YOU DONT HAVE THAT

Chapter 23

Hm that's, cringe

YESSS HE SAID PELOTUDO

OAHWLGWKQFSKSGSJS SIII ROMPELO TODO CHE, ROMPELO TODO POR DECIRTE YANKEE KSGSSJGS

Honestly i too get pissed off when called American or European, though i won't throw shit to Baki, he's some random 18 yo japanese boy, no way he would recognize latinoamerican lingo lmao

King shit Baki boy

Chapter 24

Oh that's why he's called Jun Guevara, that's fair

I like how they are mixing a bit of truth and a bit of lie it's fun at least

Chapter 25

I like how they are drawing nipples now, occasionally

I can't wait for Viêt to complain about propaganda in the comments

OH SHIT

😳 :Y

He's sooo nice 😍

Chapter 26

Only three? You mean the third is... 👁️👁️

HAHA YEAH YUJI-CHAN <3

I can't believe he works for the USA I'm crying and shaking rn

What a progressive manga, the three strongest and most dangerous men and none of them are white 😍

GET HIS ASS BAKI

Chapter 27

Why is this guy sweating sm?

LDYDYSUGFUDT BAKI PLS

I like how the only time Baki was willing to kill a person was when he thought Sikorsky had hurt his girl

Chapter 28

I feel like Ian will die

Man i love how Baki is drawn in this book

Ffs i called it, i have watched way too many prison things to know how shit goes down

I have seen these three before in fanart but I'm curious to see what they can do

Chapter 29

Their faces remind me of Doyle

OH I CANT WAIT TO SEE EM IN THE ANIME

ASSHOLE DON'T CALL ME STUPID 😢💔

I'm gonna struggle to tell em apart but i think I'll manage

Okay I'm not the only one who thinks they look like Doyle, fair

Chapter 30

The mouth vs Yujiro when?

Someone mentioned the have the same vibe as the dudes that worked with Gaia and like 👁️👁️

Chapter 31

Lmao someone in the comments recommended the same thing

These three must be great at sex (sorry)

KSHALDHDKD NEW FAV COMMENT: "go to Japan and look for the word "defeat". That way you won't feel cocky anymore"

Chapter 32

Hehe hello Junnn~

KSHAKDHKWGS

La luna

Chapter 33

LOS TRES...

Okay that's funny, hocico instead of mouth (hocico is used for animal mouths)

I'm so glad i know Spanish

The two things that drive me insane and make me ramble are Doppo's beauty and this stupid argentinian

OSHSKWGSKSG

Chapter 34

Imagine he's doing that illusion thing Dorian did

With his own blood, that's so cool...

Hoho...!

I did that once when i had a terrible nose bleed, didn't go well

Chapter 35

This book is fucking boring NGL

"now that you got no more urine left in you"

AH.

GAHDYR LMAO

Chapter 36

HO THAT TITLE, PLEEEASE I NEED SOMETHING, ANYTHING, TO HAPPEN

HHH he kinda cute...

Oww :(

JDJSJFRGAJ

God piantao is an old word i had never heard it before

AND he took a piss.

LOCO NO SEAS HOMOFÓBICO NINGUNA MINA ACA ES MEJOR QUE ESTE PIBITO TE LO ASEGURO SKSGSKGSJAAGS

Se me cayó un ídolo y yo que le quería dar 😔

ÑSHWQLSGOSGDKW

Let's see if he lied to Baki about just liking eh /j

Chapter 37

I luv Oliva lol

AJSGSKSLAGHS BAKI SNAPPED

I too wonder where the fuck Kozue is

Chapter 38

LSHSLDGSLSGSIEG

He is jealous of what you two have, it's normal, el Che just rejected his love after all ;/

Oliva is a king

OH A HANKERCHIEF I THOUGHT THAT WAS UNDERWEAR SHSGS-

Oh shit Oliva is like 45?! He looked so young

Te fuiste a la mierda, Che, el chabón estaba siendo re bueno con vos

Baki is just dead

Chapter 39

I love how realistic Che's fear is, he's rather smart, though not this time

POOR GUY AJSGSWJW

I didn't realize Che said "what more, it may be a woman!" but to be fair they ARE in jail so

Chapter 40

I'm feeling kinda bad for him ngl

I feel happy for him tho 🥺

Bruh they added one page after the ending of some naked anime girl tf 😐

Chapter 41

These prisoners having fun is kinda sweet

YO INSANE

Bitches be complaining about Maria's looks are just jealous 🥰

Chapter 42

Damn she lorge

He loves fighting naked eh

Only valid person is the one saying Oliva deserves better treatment which tbh true

Chapter 43

Fun fact i wear my jacket like El Che too, unless it's too cold

El che with the hair lose is so cute bro,,,

Something something fingering joke

Sikorski could fold a coin too

I bet the bandana will break

Chapter 44

I would have just fallen on top of him, how is he gonna counter that, eh?

Oh that super fun to know!

Oh the good ol dirty technique, i have seen this one before!

Chapter 45

NOOO MARIA DON'T DO THIS TO HIM

This fight is super cool tho i love these two characters

Chapter 46

They just keep changing the rules i think Itagaki is just flexing at this point

LAAOSFKAGSKAGSKAF???

Baki wants his protagonism back

I'm getting pissed off they keep putting semi naked underaged girls at the end of every chapter 😐

Chapter 47

Bruh just realized, the mouth got so hyped as this new cool villain and they died in their first appearance 😭

His damn bandana...

#luly talks #i hit character limit already waaa :(#but I'm too into this to stop reading lol #btg #this saga is a bit boring but el che is funny :)#baki liveblog

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