#(and doodling frames from each episodes)

[targarrus]

im a well-adjusted individual im rewatching supernatural in 2025

[sweetmariihs2]

Look at what arrived today 🫶🫶 (there's still more on the way but they didn't arrived yet)

Unfortunately there's only one page where Cedric is in, in the Wassailia magazine. Today I discovered that each magazine revolves specifically around that theme, so in a Wassailia themed magazine there will only be Wassailia themed activities. I don't know why I thought that there would be activities unrelated to the main theme. All of the Wassailia magazine pages are related to Wassailia, the same way that in the costume party magazine the activities all talk about this topic. I guess it makes sense.

In my country there's only 5 available magazines to buy. Two come together (these ones), other two also come together, and there's one that I'm almost DYING to put my hands on that it's the Cedric's apprentice magazine and it's available to buy separately.

Also we got an extra content about what happened to Cedric in the first Wassailia episode! He probably spent his whole holiday in his workshop. Sofia came to visit him and she gave him a snow globe as a gift and he loved it💗

That's the only image of him that we have. I don't know if I should share the whole magazines because I'm afraid of being accused of piracy😭😭😭

But I don't know, the magazines are from 2016 and it's a hell to find their content. I literally had to buy them to see what's inside! And you can say "well if the fans want to see what's inside then yes they should buy it," but it's really difficult to find, and I know that there are people out there who really wanted to own them but they can't since it's not even selling anywhere anymore. I don't know about your contry but in mine there were just 5 available and I bought all of em, and that's because I searched for hours. While I do have some of them and I can share, which is something that I saw some other magazine owners refusing to do.

And I really don't blame them, since some posts that I found were indeed from 2010's and at that time those magazines were still being produced. They wanted to support the artists involved and that is honestly a very noble thing to do! That's why I'm torn too, because I'm an artist myself and it would be nice to have my work properly sold and not just shared everywhere with absolutely no remuneration.

But yeah, after years since those posts were published, now I'm in the STF fandom and searching for all possible Cedric content and merch I can find on the internet and it's being such a torture to search for these magazines since they're not produced, commercialized or even remembered anymore. Some of the images I have are so poorly photographed and framed, poor lighting, bad quality camera, and I can't even know the context behind the illustrations because most of the time there is no information or even the complete image! Which makes me a little mad because if at the time the magazines were being produced, if fans had saved images or shared the magazines, we wouldn't have had so much trouble finding them today. It is obvious that after years on the market, products are being destroyed and becoming more scarce. The main audience for these magazines are children and the magazine encourage children to cut, paint and doodle, so many copies of these magazines simply ended up in the trash or are completely torn up. It's the correct way to use them after all.

It's almost lost media, but luckily there is still someone somewhere in the world who has them in their entirety after more or less 10 years since they were published. Many of the collectors from 2016 today may not even have their collections anymore, as was the case with a blog that unfortunately lost its collection in a flood and which had some of the magazines. I am literally so amazed by the fact that I have discontinued and untouched products in my hands, and in my language, which is even more unlikely to happen. There's only three left to arrive!

I think I should share these images while I can, as later there may not be any more copies available to buy or even view. If fans are no longer going to be able to buy it because of its rarity, then I at least think they should see what's inside. And the rarity it's not even because they're coveted products, it's just that they're forgotten! People care so little about them that it's starting to disappear and no one will care enough to sell or share it, as is already happening now. After all, it's just a silly Sofia The First activity magazine, but it's very important for us fans, at least the few who know about its existence. And all the copies available for viewing or sale don't even pay the artists anymore, as it's been around for many years and these products are surrounded by resellers. There is no longer any way to buy from the artists hoping that they will get a return, because they won't, the 2010s are over and so are the magazine publications.

I'm really thinking about sharing them, but I'm afraid of being misinterpreted or accused of disrespecting those artist's work. Disney it's literally not producing and selling them anymore at all, and they're really hard to find to buy, so I guess that sharing while I can is a viable option, and it's an act of kindness for other fans, who won't go crazy wondering what's inside knowing that no one has ever shared it and they won't ever do. I really wish 2016 fans had shared it at that time because today we would have images of copies that are no longer available for purchase. Real rare stuff!

So yeah, please tell me your opinions about this... I'm really afraid of doing something I shouldn't and disrespecting those artists in the process. But at the same time, well... they're not involved in this anymore. So I don't know.

[bamboobrat]

succession s4 e4 recap: ken brings a strap-on to a gunfight

I'M PSYCHIC! I'M PSYCHIC!

^^ from my recap of season 4, episode 1

turns out succession really is channeling their inner CW teen show. translation:

SHIV IS PREGNANT!

what gave it away? her face. oh, and she ordered a club soda with a closed top at the dive bar in episode two. don't think i didn't notice.

anyway, i know she's all poly representation and all, but let's be honest with ourselves: it's toms baby. she's planning her 20 week ultrasound, so i reckon.... italy?

kendall arrives at logan's makeshift wake/board meeting and overhears hugo in the lobby.

now, if you overheard someone saying "you fucked me in the ass with a strap-on" on the phone, would you guess that someone was talking to their daughter?

only on succession.

i'm not going to use space showing you hugos face, so let me summarize: his daughter sold stocks right before the news of logan's death was made public. he tells kendall. kendall has leverage.

now, enough hugo.

MARCIA IS BACK!!!

the girlies love marcia. lying about having intimate conversations with logan every night? we love that.

death truly does become her.

also, did anyone else pick up on the fact that cyd simply said "sorry babe" to kendall as he walked by?

supportive queen!

greg is also trying to be supportive and we collectively join in on the kids giving him serious side eye (or ignoring him altogether).

much like the rest of the roy family, he is incapable of any type of normal hug.

the kids discuss marcia and kerry, and roman notes that he thinks kerry is "in marcias trunk. inside an anaconda. inside a sarcophagus." for a pre-grieved boy who doesn't want to make phone sex jokes about his late dad, he's still got it.

the suits are also there, gathering in the kitchen to look at the china.

just two gal-pals backing each other in business and sitting on each other's faces

tom receives a proper whooping from karl and eats a seafood taco.

i know i should aim higher in my important trade of recaps and give you more detail, but i can't. i shan't. it is what it is.

oh, but important: karl is in on a greek island with his brother-in-law.

and "your wife doesn't even like you" is a wonderful insult.

shiv gives us an accurate representation of what it is like to talk to a swede:

for context, i'm norwegian. the banter is scandi culture.

saying "bad one" when your dad dies? also scandi culture.

willa is truly winning in this episode. she gets logan's apartment, a dig at marcia AND a moneymoon touring the midwest. cheese curds all the way.

and they save a bunch on realtor fees, of course.

the gang finds a piece of paper.

we are getting so much gerri/frank/karl content this season, i am chuffed! yes, sure, the sibling dynamic is interesting, but the gerkrank (?) vibes are strong!

they all make very funny jokes about throwing the piece of paper in the toilet. haha comedy gold.

kendall manages to make his brother and sister laugh for once in his life. all it took was for him to make a joke about their dad not being a pedo.

i'm going to make obit decoding my new thing.

a summary of logan:

threw phones at staff

racist

racist, again

relaxed about sexual assault

never payed a penny of tax

not a pedo

wouldn't even hug his grandkids

kendall's name is on the piece of paper. i reckon it's from around early season 1 times, maybe even before then.

it's not certain if the name has been underlined or crossed out. (but really, does logan strike you as the type of man who would underline anything?)

greg is also mentioned with a bunch of ????? and the big bozo deigns to suggest he might be logan's #2.

frank reacts appropriately:

they keep putting roman and gerri in the same frame.

AS IF i wouldn't notice. i see you, lorene. doing the lords work.

they rag on greg some more. it's a doodle, fuckface.

ken shares a moment with his #1 dad.

frank: he was an old bastard and he loved you me: sobbing

ken realizing he wants back in? that's self-destruction, bby!

shiv continues to hit rock bottom....

with a lil pregnancy hint and some narcisissm, framing it as if she's the only one who lost something she cared about.

but is she talking about logan? or tom? or none? or both?

i need a shiv redemption arc soon. it's beginning to feel so sexist, and not in a critique kind of way.

spooky embryo mencken is on his way to join the rest of the right wing crazies in logans eulogy.

if you are in need of motivation, work every day in your life to ensure a right wing guy will never feel inclined to do a speech at your funeral.

or, live a life that will make greg never want to talk to you. ever.

we all know tom wishes he'd taken that route.

sandy is smiling at logan being dead. sandy is us<3

why is this sex party so sad?

marcia sends kerry in a taxi to a subway so she can go home to her little apartment.

last time we see her, or does she have an unborn baby up her sleeve?

<3 roman showing kerry kindness and then immediately shitting on tom's redemption tour <3

wambsgans deserves to grovel.

stewy is a softie when it comes to ken.

his pubes got a little singed last time, but they are in love.

willa is enjoying her new apartment, as she should.

her mom is me at a buffet.

shiv gets shivved as her brothers decide to take on the role of CEO without her.

redemption arc! redemption arc! redemption arc!

obligatory screengrab that is just in here because gerri looks cute:

i couldn't even bother coming up with an excuse for this one.

chant with me: STE-WY! STE-WY! STE-WY!

power move from a power bottom. jk he is obvi a top.

and with stewy in the room, the power dynamic shifts to favor the siblings.

gerri makes a very slight move, but backs up immediately.

(don't think i don't notice that roman is still in this frame, guys. it's dark, but i notice.)

ken and his homey romey are the new interim CEOs. we all know what a thankful job that is...

shiv trips and falls and i want to kms.

do i need to chant again?

please, for the love of god, give shiv a win. the baby is not a win.

hugo and karolina suggest to the newly appointed CEOs that they throw their dead dad under the bus. roman reacts the way an emotionally mature person would:

utter distain.

ken, however, does not.

this photo will be in his phone and in his subconscience forever. the question of whether his dad loved him or not anthropomorphized.

so he tells hugo to go ahead with the "shit on logan roy" communcation strategy.

it's what his father would do.

he is pleased. and we, my girlies, are one step closer to kendall having a full godfather-like arc.

pretty sure i predicted that too, back in the day.

or is episode 4 too early to peak for our dear ken? time will tell.

next week: the gang travels to norway and i go absolutely bonkers.

[neverwalka1one]

Day 24 of National Clean Your House Month:

Shaved the dog. My doodle grooming abilities improve each time, but she still looks a liiiittle raggedy by the end. But her rockstar hair is now framed by an otherwise trimmed self, so I'll take it as a win.

Vacuumed the entire downstairs, including ground zero of the shaving party. How one dog can produce such a pile is beyond me.

Also vacuumed the couch.

Cleaned up the car interior for Holiday Travels.

Packed for Holiday Travels, which... this may be a first that I'm mostly packed without it being the literal night before/day of travel.

Listened to WNTV for today's salty pirating, and I fully allow that I am desperately behind the times (currently finishing up 2022, I KNOW I know), but.

AUGH SARAH SULTAN FIST SIZED RIVER ROCK. I'm not okay. Carlos your college sucks.

Also the episode about Steve Carlsberg coaching the girl's basketball team, augh my heart, so sweet. And I love seeing Cecil from an outside perspective, even when he's being an absolute asshole (and omg he waaaaas). Also, also, he said he wasn't a parent in the first bit, does that mean he met Abby and Janice through the team? Did Cecil show up to cheer on his niece and discover an INTERLOPER in his seat? (not a real interloper, but a FAMILY INTERLOPER, which is objectively worse) Does someone have fic?

The ball is where the win is.

[kevin--of-desert-bluffs]

WTNV quick rundown - 120 - All Smiles' Eve

Featuring the voices of Kevin R Free as Kevin of Desert Bluffs and Lauren Sharpe as Lauren Mallard. Read the rest here!

How do I love thee? Let me count your teeth. Happy All Smiles' Eve, Desert Bluffs!

This episode is broadcasting from Desert Bluffs Too aka The Desert Otherworld as we get a peep into Kevin's new show.

They tell us about the origin and traditions of a holiday called All Smiles' which everyone who worships a Smiling God will be celebrating fully tomorrow.

The story of All Smiles' goes like this; There was once a family called the Goods. Two mothers, a father, a daughter (Felicia), a son(Jason), three dogs, the front half of a cat (called Mister Doodles and whom is a corpse they found on their lawn and adopted), and a very long house. For some reason they couldn't smile, no matter how much they tried and nobody could tell when they were happy not even each other.

A Smiling God appears to them and tries to lecture them on happiness and purity but also cannot see that they are happy, devouring their home and promising to teach them how to smile.

Felicia, sickened by how much they had disapponted a Smiling God, uses the broken glass of a picture frame to slash open her cheeks into a smile and then hunts down and does the same to the rest of the family. The Smiling God, seeing this, finally accepts and devours them.

The souls of the family now wander around on All Smiles' Eve, finding children who do not know how to smile and teaching them.

Weather: "Fast Talker" by aj & the good intentions

Here's how some citizens are celebrating: Frank Donelly, who lives atop the northwest bluff, has strung up a series of colorful gasoline canisters over his storefront, where he sells tarantula parts. Alejandra Salazar who lives in the cave just at the south base of this mountain has painted lips and teeth around the entrance to her home. Guneet Jindal has built a Smile Tree, a 20-foot-tall cactus out of human teeth and inside out coyote skins made to look like flowers.

Lauren 'and her siblings' used to leave shards of glass and bloody shoelaces outside of their doors to show they already knew how to smile.

Lauren and Kevin get each other gifts. Kevin hand-knits Lauren a sweater, which he then adorns with worms. Lauren gets Kevin some cologne from Franchia (he doesn't wear cologne) which is just acid and it burns through his skin when she test sprays it on his wrist.

Kevin mentions 'figures that aren't there' which would gather in mirrors whenever the Goods looked in them.

Kevin also tells us that his father used to make caramel and pour it into the open palms of 'the kids' (not specifically mentioned as siblings) where it would burn their palms and then their lips and throats. He claims that this is one of his happiest memories but it triggers a memory of him seeing starling with it's head crushed by a car tire, which he watched for 15 minutes before it finally stopped twitching. His voice goes quiet and thoughtful and he ignores Lauren's response about her fave holiday food being radish casserole to muse about who killed the starling. So uh yeah think that's trauma Kevin, sorry.

A happy All Smiles Eve to everyone is Desert Bluffs Too. May the corners of your mouth be ever widening. Believe in a Smiling God, my friends. And know that Joy is in your teeth. Lauren: Good night, Kevin. And good night, Desert Bluffs Too. Kevin: Good night.

Proverb: Fool me once. Shame on you. Fool me twice. Now you're just being an asshole.

[violivs]

NMTDaily: Introducing Leo AND Rebuttal AND tiny bonus video

These episodes are so intrinsically linked that I’m covering them together in one post. Starting with…

Introducing Leo

- Aww, Leo’s so uncomfy on camera. And Bea and Hero are so cute with Bea making the Nothing Much to Do joke and Hero pushing her over. I love these three.

- The sunshine framing them makes this video so pretty, too!

- I love the line “I’m not related to these two.” It’s meta, because in-world it’s a tongue-in-cheek ‘you’re embarrassing’, but out-of-world, it’s the truth. These are three actors who are not related to each other. I don’t know why that tickles me, but it does.

- “You know what I can’t stand about guys?” “Uh, everything?” Perfect.

- Interesting that this is Bea’s chosen topic for a random chatty video that’s supposed to be about introducing Leo to the viewers. For being so anti-boys, she sure has them on the brain.

- This is an incredible modernization of the beard/no beard line from the play, I love it. It does also handily rule out all boys across the board from dating Bea, which is a useful rhetorical strategy when you don’t actually want a boyfriend!

- “I understand me.” “You’re the only one.” This moment is gonna be paralleled later, and I’m already screaming about it. I think people are avoiding spoilers in their liveblogs, so I’ll just omit the context, but I cannot wait for “I’m glad that you understand me.”

- Ben is walking alone, a safe distance behind the group of other kids walking by. Socially anxious behavior. Just saying.

- “See you in Hell, Beatrice.” I adore that they already have inside jokes, that they already gravitate towards each other in class enough for that to happen.

- Leo wanting to defend Bea when nothing is actually wrong: foreshadowing for failing to defend someone else when something IS wrong?

- How is it a pop quiz if the kids know about it in advance? I thought a pop quiz always referred to a surprise quiz?

- I love that Ben is meddling in Claudio’s love life at the same time as Bea is offering to meddle in Hero’s love life. Parallels!

- Beatrice the awesome old cat lady! I love all the cat doodles onscreen.

- Leo is struggling here. What is he, 23? He didn’t sign up to raise teens and it shows, lol. Trying and failing to give Hero the be careful about boys talk.

- Eternally obsessed with Beatrice going on the internet and telling everyone her type is lanky dark-haired British guys, and then STILL spending months in denial about liking Ben after this. I love her.

- I did not know who JJ Field was when I first saw this episode. I still don’t think I’ve ever seen a single thing he’s been in.

- Hero calling Bea the heck out! “A thing for British guys? Hmm, who do we know who’s British?”

- “No one, we don’t know anyone!” *all fall over adorably*

- It’s been pointed out by Donalduke shippers before that these girls know two lanky dark-haired British guys: Ben Hobbes and John Donaldson. I still think that’s an interesting pickup. Some of the things that on Ben make him Beatrice’s ideal guy, become things that are different and weird about John.

- “please don’t call me Crotchety Old Emu” another all-timer when it comes to NMTD lines.

- It honestly feels like the whole Emu Time bit could have been completely improvised. They feel like real siblings/cousins making fun of each other, I love it.

- We also know from later context clues exactly how serious a threat “I’ll call my mum” is coming from Bea. You don’t mess with Hermione Duke!

REBUTTAL

- It’s a line from the trailer! “Beatrice is a stupid little so-and-so who doesn’t know anything about anything!” Classic.

- I love how he actually could have been way harsher but said “so-and-so” instead of a swear word. Because he already doesn’t hate her as much as he wants to?

- “There’s no one on Earth who’s ever gonna fill her grand criteria, no one!” And then her actual boyfriend criteria list is one item long: ‘must be Benedick Hobbes’.

- And of course, he’s only upset because he thinks he doesn’t fit her criteria, even though he doesn’t fully realize that yet.

- He’s relieved that he can talk about her without her watching the videos AND annoyed that she stopped watching at the same time. He’s obsessed with her, I’m sorry.

- Not to mention that he watches all HER videos the second they drop and frequently makes video responses to them. Babydoll, honestly. I am zero percent fooled. You love her.

- He also links to her Tweet about her latest video in the video description, so he probably follows her on Twitter (even though he didn’t have a transmedia twitter account shhh)

- PARRADAWKS, a classic moment (we love you Jake, we call out this little Scottish slip in only good fun!)

- Honestly I’m just obsessed that he was deadass like “did you just say I’m exactly your type but because I don’t have a beard I’m too young for you?! I am deeply offended and here’s a bulleted list as to why you’re wrong. Also I definitely don’t want to date you. Promise. No really. I don’t!”

- “I make jokes, I crack wise!” Don’t make me go off about Ben’s court jester complex where he thinks he’s only worth being around as long as he’s entertaining and no one actually likes him as a person beyond the performance. I’ll do it. I will!

- I love this bit so much. “You’re a mean-spirited old dragon!” *flaps hands like dragon wings*

- “I’ve seen deep into your heart and you feel nothing!” WHOA, big-time dip into the tragic backstory of how she stopped being his friend and broke his heart on this line!

- Oh good, his eyes look dark blue in this video. I’ve worried before that I described them as blue in fanfic but I’ve seen other people describe them as brown in fanfic so I might’ve been wrong. Pretty certain they’re blue though. Nothing wrong with any eye color, I just like to get my details right.

- BONUS secret lost video of Ben asking for Q&A questions! I forgot all about this, but it was definitely still on the channel when I first started watching the series.

- I would have kept this on the story playlist solely because every one of the limited moments I have of Benedick Hobbes on my screen is a treasure and I want them all thank you. Even if they are bad quality.

- Ben stole the idea of doing a Q&A from Bea and Hero.

- And the keysmash of letters that is this video’s title includes the letters GF, which is definitely a coincidence but also Ben is very soon to have a realization about the concept of GFs, so it makes me laugh.

- He mentions being on the way home from Claudio’s house. I am very sad that Ben is in a good place in his friendship with Claudio, goes over to his house and has him to his own house all the time, STILL feels constantly afraid of losing him as a friend to the point of being overbearing, and then… The Eventuality will happen. :(

- Ends it with every single NewWho catchphrase up to 12. I love him. What a nerd.

💖🦩🥭

[lilythehopelessromantic]

I’m Too Young to Be This Nostalgic: The Paradox of a Young Age Old Soul

As I sit on my bed, surrounded by the remnants of childhood—crumpled ticket stubs from events that feel like they were years ago, worn-out notebooks filled with dreams and doodles, and a playlist filled with songs from the 90s—I've started to wonder: Is it possible to be too young to be this nostalgic? At just 21, many of my peers are living in the moment, capturing memories on their smartphones, while I find myself longing for times that I never actually lived through. It’s a curious paradox to grapple with, being a young age and yet feeling like an old soul.

The Weight of Nostalgia

Nostalgia isn’t just the warm glow of fond memories. It can often feel like a heavy weight pressing down on the shoulders of those who experience it deeply, especially when it strikes at an unexpected age. Sometimes I catch myself daydreaming about the simplistic joys of yesteryears—a time when social media didn’t dictate our interactions, and the biggest decision was what flavor of ice cream to choose.

This sense of nostalgia often leads to a profound appreciation for the past. I’ve spent hours watching old movies, scrolling through vintage photographs, and listening to classic albums as if they carry a part of my soul. But then I pause and think: How can I be this consumed by moments that I haven’t even lived? It feels a bit surreal—like I’m tapping into an alternate reality where I somehow fit into the frames of yesteryears.

An Old Soul in a Digital World

Growing up in a digital world, I often feel like an oddity among my contemporaries. While they chase trends and enjoy the fleeting excitement of the latest app or fashion, I find joy in the timelessness of things. It's no surprise that I find myself drawn to the philosophies, aesthetics, and art of times that precede me.

Being an old soul in a young age creates a dichotomy that influences how I interact with others. It’s like wearing spectacles that distort the lens through which I view the world. Conversations with friends often veer towards topics like the latest trending series or viral TikToks, while I’m more invested in discussing the intricacies of classic literature or the beauty of a bygone era. Sometimes, it can feel isolating.

Finding Connection in Unlikely Places

This longing for the past is not entirely a burden; it’s also been a source of connection. I’ve discovered online communities filled with people who share the same yearning for a different time. Whether it’s people who admire vintage fashion, those who thrive on retro music, or book lovers who appreciate the rich texts of past generations, I’ve found my tribe.

These connections often remind me that nostalgia can serve as a bridge—a way to transcend time and form meaningful bonds with others. We share a collective memory, even if some of it is imagined. Conversations about our favorite episodes of “Friends” or reminiscing about the charm of thrift store finds can make us feel connected to a shared history, reinforcing that the past is alive in the present.

Embracing the Now

Yet, as I navigate this journey of nostalgia, it’s vital to strike a balance. While it’s tempting to dwell on better times or what could have been, I remind myself that the beauty of life lies in its impermanence. Each moment—yes, even the mundane ones—has the potential for significance if we embrace it fully.

So, instead of simply longing for what was, I’m learning to appreciate what is. Whether it’s enjoying a current favorite song or documenting my life authentically rather than through a vintage filter, I’m slowly discovering that nostalgia doesn’t have to diminish the present. In fact, it can enhance it. By merging my old-soul tendencies with the vibrancy of youth, I can cultivate a richer experience.

In Conclusion

Feeling too young to be this nostalgic has led to a poignant discovery: nostalgia often transcends age, proving that the past, present, and future are all interconnected. Embracing my old soul can coexist with the freshness of my youth, creating a tapestry rich in experiences and connections. So, the next time I find myself reminiscing about a time I never experienced, I’ll take a moment to appreciate the beauty in that longing—and remind myself that every texture of nostalgia can weave itself into the vibrant fabric of my life. After all, being a young age old soul is nothing short of an adventure in time.

[ripplestitchskein]

I couldn’t fit this in the tags easily so sorry for adding on: You are absolutely correct. In this episode we have Blitz yelling “I love her” about his daughter very vocally as well which contrasts with how Stolas approaches his daughter, very worried and demonstrative about his love but not vocal. Even in his description of what he wants in Apology Tour Stolas never says love. I want someone to want me, to hold me and do all the physical demonstrations of love, to show me they love me by chasing after me before I get on a train but I don’t think he actually says “love”. He never says “I want someone to tell me they love me”. Stolas is all about image, not in that he cares about his own necessarily, though he does feel shame he destroyed the picture of a happy family he was trying to project, but he very much focuses on Blitz’s outward behavior in pictures and the framed mirrors. He shows people his love because I think he struggles saying it. He’s never heard it, A Goetia does not express emotions, and Stolas has obviously always struggled with this aspect of his upbringing, not verbally but physically. He gets over excited and expressive and has been pushed down and told to repress it every time.

I think this goes back to what I was saying in my Ozzie’s meta. Blitz has had people, apparently many people, tell him they love him. So he has no issue saying the word out loud because it’s just a word to him, he has an issue believing in it and believing HIS love will be reciprocated when he does say it and means it. Stolas even points out that he showed everyone how much he likes Blitz and he was very vocal and showy about it the whole time. But the last time Blitz tried to verbalize it himself he blew up his life quite literally. And while Stolas is very demonstrative he never actually says it.

Stolas believes in it so much but I don’t think anyone has ever said it to him. Maybe not even Octavia, especially if she wasn’t raised to hear it from anyone either. But he shows it and he’s very open about it while still skirting around it. And Apology Tour showed that Blitz doesn’t need a declaration of love, he’s gotten them and ran from them, Blitz needs to be able to say it and declare it himself.

It’s one of those things that I love about this ship that they have complimentary issues and they manifested and are expressed in different ways. What they are each learning through their development feeds into what the other needs. Stolas needs people to say it and demonstrate it to know it’s okay and allowed and Blitz needs to say it and show it to stop pushing people away.

Blitz and Stolas’s issues are very much reflected in their daughters which this episode really highlighted. Octavia is even visually paralleled with Blitz. The calendar in Seeing Stars is one example, she doodles on hers and circles it just like Blitz does. I have others examples of this but I don’t want to get into that too deeply and write a novel on your post.

Could just be the dialogue hasn't had room for it, but I've been thinking about Octavia's line in the trailer about Stolas never having loved her (or Stella, though that's a separate thing); just Blitzø.

And unless I'm missing a moment, we haven't actually heard Stolas use the word love in the show. Not to Octavia, even when it would've been appropriate in the episodes focused on them, when he was comforting her at Loo Loo Land, or after they reunited in LA. He promises to be there, he definitely feels love, but he never uses that word. Even when he's putting her to bed as a child, where it'd also fit, no l-word.

He doesn't use it with Blitzø either. Pretty jarringly, because Blitzø has thrown it around a few times in the past two episodes. Which could be Stolas being emotionally intelligent enough to recognize he doesn't know Blitzø well enough to love him, but I wonder if that's not also a symptom of growing up the way he did. All the repression. The being told to hide his emotions. Paimon being Paimon.

Not like 'love' is a magic word or anything, and Stolas has been communicating his feelings very well. He doesn't need to say it for his words and actions to matter. It'd just be ironic if Blitzø, who we know from Verosika is allergic to 'I love you,' actually has less difficultly with saying it than Prince Rom Com. And if Stolas is particularly shy about verbalizing love, despite being such a romantic, because it's something he's always wanted so badly, whether in a familial or romantic sense, that he instinctively dodges the term. (Which is a hangup that maybe contributes to Via's feelings, as well).

[chiskz]

▶️ Changbin being in love with Chichi for 8 minutes straight [probably part1]

🎬🎬🎬

Changbin sits staring at his phone on the couch backstage during SKZ-TALKER. Han comes over with the camera and asks something when Chichi inadvertently enters the frame trying to improve the micro port. Changbin immediately gets up to help, but Chichi manages to fix it. Changbin slowly sits back down and Han laughs at him.

🎬🎬🎬

Another scene from SKZ-TALKER, behind the scenes of the famous photos posted by Changbin on Bubble, Chichi doodles on a piece of paper. She finally looks up at Changbin with the camera and blinks a few times.

"Are you recording?"

"I'm recording."

Chichi laughs, then hides behind a piece of paper.

"Why?"

"What are you drawing?"

"Something for STAY. I want to send it to them on Bubble later."

"Ah, okay, okay..."

"Where's Hyunjin? I'll ask him what it looks like."

"Why do you need Hyunjin, I can tell you that it looks so good."

Chichi laughs again, but this time hiding her face in sleeves, Changbin laughs too.

🎬🎬🎬

One of the "Your Friendly Neighbour, Chichi!" episodes.

"Changbin is very good at Korean. I know how it sounds, it should be obvious, he's Korean after all. But trust me, his vocabulary, his ability to make wordplay... He's on a whole other level. Just when I think learning Korean is finished for me, Changbin comes with a rough version of the song and shows it to me. I read it and sometimes I don't understand a word, as if he was creating a new language. But he explains what the phrase means, he is very patient and enriches my vocabulary. I love him, I love our moments together when he explains to me what he meant. He opens up to me and I want to listen and listen and listen to him endlessly."

🎬🎬🎬

One of the interviews, the Stray Kids are sitting on raised stools holding plastic pointers with a hand with the index finger outstretched.

Question: If you could be in a relationship with one of the members, who would you choose?

Changbin and Chichi do not look at each other, but they chose each other. Chichi hides her face behind sleeve and starts laughing, so Changbin has to explain his choice first.

"Well... Chichi is a really good and caring person. She takes care of all of us along with Chan and is a huge support."

MC: Why are you talking about "us"? Tell me why YOU chose her!

Changbin laughs, trying to hide his embarrassment.

"She always listens to me. Since she's with us, she's the first one who listens to my songs and what I have to say about them. She's like my safe place. I always come to her when I want to feel at home. Plus we have a lot in common interests, so it's always nice to talk to her. Also, she's so talented, I could watch her dance for hours."

Chichi finally looks at him, grunting softly.

"I chose Changbin because I also think we get along great. He's helped me a lot with Korean, he's really helping me all the time, to be honest. He's always interested in whether I ate or slept, he asks a lot about my life and tries to make it easier. It's really sweet... And of course, in addition to a good heart and great talent, he is also... handsome."

Chichi laughs and buries her face in Hyunjin's shoulder, the rest of them, including him, start laughing at her.

🎬🎬🎬

A scene from "Stray 9th", Chichi and Changbin are together at the gym doing his challenge. Chichi is working out on the treadmill, and Changbin is staring at her with buttery eyes, speechless.

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Video recorded by a fan during one of the concerts. Changbin hugs Chichi from behind during "Scars"* as her eyes fill with tears.

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One of the newer SKZ-TALKER episodes. Chichi records from the plane.

"Hey, hey." She adjusts her hair and mask. "I'm coming back from Japan. The rest stayed over, but I'm coming back to Korea, straight from the show. I haven't even changed my clothes yet... I have an exam tomorrow, so I have to go back." She showed her notebook and laughed a little, then glanced to the side for a moment. "But I'm not coming back all alone." She pans the camera and briefly shows Changbin sitting next to her, doing something on his phone. "Silly. He insisted on flying with me so I wouldn't be lonely. My precious..."

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An episode of "Your Friendly Neighbor, Chichi!". Chichi reads the comments on her phone, then glances at the camera. "Hee? A ring? Oh!" She shows a ring on her other hand, with a small diamond on it. "It's beautiful, isn't it? I got it from Changbin when I passed the exam... It's beautiful." She reads the comments again with a dreamy smile, then puts her hand over her mouth and laughs, embarrassed for a moment. "No, no! Don't get this wrong, it's not an engagement ring! No, no, how can you think that!"

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One of the encore stages after Stray Kids win in the music show with "Case 143". Changbin during his "Can I be your boyfriend?" line points at Chichi, who, embarrassed, runs to hide behind Hyunjin.

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An episode of "All Night Duo's Night"**. Chan creates something on the computer and Chichi reads something on the phone, then smiles. Chan notices this.

"Why are you smiling like that?"

"Changbin asks if I'm hungry."

"It's 3am, why isn't he sleeping? And why doesn't he ask me stuff like that?" Chan pretends to be offended, but Chichi blushes and hides behind the phone.

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One of the Stray Kids group lives at the hotel. Chichi, Felix, Hyunjin and I.N read the comments. Hyunjin looks up from his phone.

"Who is whose roommate?"

"Mine is Changbin." Chan answered. "But he has never slept in my room with me yet!"

"Heee? What do you mean?" Han moved closer to him.

"He never came back to his room at night."

Chichi laughs under her breath, putting the phone aside for a moment on the bed.

"Because he was with me! I was studying for the exam and he was next to me working on the laptop."

"So he hasn't slept at all this time?!"

"We slept together!" Changbin called, and Han sighed dramatically and hit him on the knee, and Chichi hid her face in her hands.

"But not like this!"

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* "Scars" is a very important song for Chichi due to her self-harm issues in the past.

** "All Night Duo's Night" is an irregular live series of Chan and Chichi, who are known for not sleeping much - Chan is producing and Chichi is choreographing and studying for college. During some of these late-night get-togethers, they decide to do a short livestreams.

[lotusthekat]

[IDs: Three digital drawings of Lars and Steven in different situations, as of the original series:

1) Steven shields a not pink Lars from a threat not seen in the frame. Lars in turn clings to Steven with his hands on each of the latter's arms. This drawing is based on the season 4 finale and the beginning of the Wanted special, as Lars wears the same clothes from said episodes, and the colors are taken from Aquamarine's ship. The threat mentioned might be Topaz as both boys look up terrified, mostly covered in shadows.

2) A simpler sketch of pink Lars picking up Steven, who wraps his arms around him, hiding his face from the world. Lars has a sad, sympathetic look on his face. The drawing is only colored with pink tones and black, the background white.

3) Captain Lars analyzing something in a diamond-shaped screen, very concentrated. In the meantime, Steven is under his long black cape, likely playing with it. He snorts as he looks at Lars, who doesn't notice him yet. The work is colored similarly to the previous drawing, but the background is a soft orange. /End ID]

The other day I found some old school/college doodles of my favorite boys, so I finally decided to digitalize them. I might have more under my sleeve, if my depression allows me.

And before anyone questions it, Steven changes his height whenever I want. (The show does kinda do this in canon so bear with me lol)

Bonus goldmine I found in my old sketchbook and also digitalized:

[ID: Digital, colorless sketch of a single comic panel, in which Steven smiles and says, in caps, "I'm ready to die". /End ID]

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Don't tag as ship.

[nights-at-crystarium]

Fragments - episodes 12-14 author notes

Hi hello and welcome to yet another ramble about Fragments C: I’m doing these regularly because there’s so much I wanna say about my idiots, and I like looking back and appreciating the work I’ve done.

You can find similar breakdown posts on older episodes in my pinned!

I haven’t commented on any of the ShB episodes yet, so here we go. Chapter 2 is estimated to last for over a year real-time, it correlates to the msq events up to Amity. The name honestly I’m not too proud of, I didn’t wanna spend too much brain juice on it :’> But the cover.....

Obligatory ShB spoiler warning!

- Investigating each other. They’ve become completely new people since ARR.

- Despite what he thinks of himself, our lord and savior Crystal Exarch has the ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ grandeur ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆.

- Vivi’s self-image is similar, he doesn’t see himself as anything grand no it’s not a height joke but Exarch rapidly grows in his eyes as he learns about him.

- He sports an outfit I once doodled and found cute, I’m just being cheeky about his newfound obsession.

- He also appears fragile to Exarch, who’s literally seen a world where he died being this young. Exarch wants to protect him, to say the least.

- Vivi’s perceived helplessness and lack of agency in ShB, although it’s nothing he hasn’t already been through in his other WoL misadventures.

- The Light, of course the wicked white surrounding them.

Episode 12 I’m proud of writing-wise, but not art-wise. Turns out the Ocular is a bigger bitch to draw/paint than I’d anticipated, and, although I’ve mostly figured it out by now (having just released episode 16 for patrons), the colors and light in the episode 12 will forever stick out like a sore thumb to me, probably until I find the time to redraw it. Same goes for the Scions, learning to draw a whole bunch of new characters over a week (roughly, an episode takes 7~14 days to complete), well, I should’ve taken a bigger break and practiced some more.

I’d even apply the ugly word “crunch” to this episode. But ah, the best page wasn’t crunched, hell started breaking loose a bit later. Yeah I don’t work in order, usually I do the most important frames first.

A bit of a sidetrack: even though I sometimes find myself wanting for more time between episodes, I don’t think I can afford making the releases even more sparse, current 2-week cycle ensures that this story WILL reach its finale in some distant 2028 if not later, I’m not kidding, it might take even longer and I’ve only been working on the script for a year. The broad strokes are complete, but I indulge in adding more sweet nonsense here and there. Or sometimes a raw af dialogue pops up in my head and MUST be included in some chapter. In other words, help, this behemoth keeps growing.

Personally I’m loyal to my fandoms, and not in a rush to finish the comic, but my mmo experience bangs on that nothing lasts forever: I don’t know where the xiv community would be in 5+ years from now, and I need A LOT of people supporting me, allowing me to work on this full time. So I’d rather keep a steady pace while it’s still possible.

As I get more xp in painting backgrounds and learn all the ShB character designs, it should become easier for me. Currently I’m fumbling through a new field, so please bear with me :’D

Back to the main topic: I came up with and scrapped at least 2 ideas of the transition between ARR and ShB, the timeskip was always planned, but Vivi needed some more introduction still. Current iteration of Exarch “interviewing” the Scions seems the most fun and creative to me.

Also, tea parties with Urianger and Feo Ul :> They’re his only two friends in my hc, Urianger he purposely revealed himself to, and Feo Ul, merely being a soul in a sparkly shell, can see Exarch’s soul as well, hoods are useless. All while they’re somewhat reliable, truly the paragon of pixies who wouldn’t randomly spill his secrets (probably).

Vivi’s a mirror. Every single one of us is, to some degree. We react and adapt to the way the others treat us, and so does Vivi. Unintentionally, of course. It’s a natural “passive trait”. All the Scions except Urianger (for the same reason he managed to trick the pixies, he’s just a special smartass) see their reflections in Vivi, direct or warped.

Y’shtola is basically this:

Can’t promise equal amounts of screentime for all the Scions, but the twins and Thancred are the closest to Vivi, you’ll definitely see more of them.

He’s 26 now, which is still rather young by the elezen standards, and he’s way too tired (tm) probably like most WoLs at this point in time.

Maybe not of life itself, but he’s definitely sick of the Source and all its inhabitants. For all he cares, this place can go to hells.

His state just so happens to be perfect for the isekai love story that awaits him. How did he get there? I know, you’ll have to stick around until I deem it appropriate to drop some flashback episodes. I’m leery of loredumping too early on: firstly, you current readers will get more invested over time, therefore have more fun learning about him at a later point; secondly, I’m personally not a fan of tragic backstories right in yo face, before the main story gets a chance to breathe. And, mind you, Vivi’s past isn’t even THAT tragic, just, well.. Play stupid games, win stupid prizes \o/

In this episode I wanted to show his practical approach to things. He may possess an Echo, Blessing, soul stone and whatnot else, but gotta stick a good ol’ dagger in a boot just in case. He’s a doubter, just a tiny bit paranoid.

Also he has The Chair (tm) where he dumps clothes on. His room in the Rising Stones looks vague for now because we indeed don’t return there for years in real time, I don’t need to spend my energy on designing this room in detail just yet.

Most items don’t hold any special meaning, he simply prepares for a journey into the unknown. Well, there’s the journal he dumps his cringy thoughts in, and doodles sometimes. The trinket he holds here is a Princess Ai easter egg:

I talked about Vivi’s character influences and inspirations here if you haven’t seen yet C:

Exarch’s glorious meltdown does a good job averting eyes from Feo Ul being right there in the beginning of the episode 14, but yeah they’re present not for no reason :>

Mentally he’s still in the msq cutscene.

Gotta mention that there’s no amnesia, insanity, or other sad brain fuckery ever in this comic. Vivi’s head’s made of dense and sturdy stuff x’D

Just a meme I made because I had to :>

There isn’t much Deep Meaning in this episode, the visuals speak for themselves, and I’m DAMN PROUD of them.

We don’t see Exarch in this moment ingame, so I took my creative liberty to illustrate the range of emotions he goes through in like 5 minutes before finally rushing out to meet his hero in person, forgetting that he can teleport at will (yet another hc of mine) anywhere in the Tower’s vicinity, and doing so on foot.

That’s it for now, thank you for reading this and enjoying Fragments C:

[jessfastlane]

I've thought about this a bit but after writing this out it turned into a goddamn mini-essay so sorry in advance (also sorry if my language sounds too "academic" at times, i just be like that sometimes). I think there are a combination of things that make this show appealing for autistic people (as well as pretty much everyone else):

1. Character Design. The drones were primarily designed to be quick and easy to animate for the Glitch team. As a result the designs are quite simple and appealing. On the creation side it's similar to the My Little Pony fandom back in the day, and still somewhat today. The simple design mean it's easy for anyone to draw their own characters and fan content, create AUs, etc. The simple designs also mean there's a lot of room for stylisation, meaning it's hard to find any two artists that draw these characters in the exact same way. Essentially, these designs have created an oil well of creativity that'll keep running for potentially years on end.

2. Escapism. Since all the characters are either fun, insane, or some combination of the two, we don't really see any judgement or expectations from drones towards one another (especially N and Uzi). It's easy to imagine that none of the drones judge each other in the same way we see neurotypical people judge others. They also seem to have a high level of freedom in regards to self-expression that we all, on some level, wish we could have. I mean, one guy's head was literally on fire for a while and no one cared. They probably thought it was a fashion statement or something.

3. The Story. It's very much centered around Uzi, the awkward social outcast of her community, and N, the unwaveringly optimistic body-horror-abomination and ex-murderer. Both of them are unabashedly sincere and there's this feeling that they could say anything to each other without fear of judgement. It's also a story about self-discovery and the anxiety that often comes with that which, along with other unmentioned themes, are often very relatable to autistic people.

4. The Community. Pretty much since the first episode there's been ongoing discussions involving plot analysis, theories, character analysis, exploration of themes and background details, etc. The conversations around the show are neverending, fuelled even further by the time gap between episode releases, and its always fun to engage with those discussions. When you break it down, it's mostly just a lot of Info-Dumping and people talking about their interests in hyper-specific detail (Funnily enough, exactly what I'm doing here).

5. The Pacing. For each individual episode the pacing is blindingly fast. I mean, you could watch the same episode 4 times in a row and still somehow find new things hidden in the background. This means you're rewarded for being attentive. There's also something to be said about the natural desire to uncover mysteries that drives us to hyper-analyse each frame of every episode, but that's too philosophical even for me.

In summary, or tl;dr, idk: I should make a second blog for textposts so this one is just for art. Or, uhh, I guess the show and surrounding community kinda tickle the brain in just the right way. Like 'The Brown Note', but instead of making you poop your pants it makes you want more murderous robots.

Damn, this conclusion got away from me. Anyway, here's a doodle of Cyn as a treat for reaching the bottom of this weird rant:

Ok so honest question, but how the hell does Murder Drones somehow flare up everyone’s (Me included) autism in such a perfectly beautiful way?

I mean like-whenever I go onto Tumblr it is a necessity to search for murder drones and see if there are any new posts.

[dancingazaleas]

𖨆. 01 / all for us

summary: you wake up in a room that seems to be made specifically for you. as it turns out, it is made for you. you find that out when levi ackerman and erwin smith come in to the room and admit you aren’t allowed to leave. how are the first few days?

word count: +2.0k

warnings/notes: cursing, mentions of drugging, mentions of kidnapping, slight manipulation, abuse, violence, and starvation

YOU never thought that you would end up as a canary. a pretty yellow bird with dark dull eyes as you sat in a cage, a trap.

it all started when you met him. the devil incarnate. erwin smith.

he was charismatic young man, sitting at the age of 35 as he held the title of a prosecutor in court. you find it ironic, he puts vile criminals into jail but overlooks himself, the most vile of them all.

he met you at a café. the coffee beans were grinding in the machine at the counter, you remember how you relished in the smell.

when he first caught sight of you, you were scribbling on notebook paper with a nice black ballpoint pen. the gold framing of the pen shined in the light as you twirled it between your fingers. you looked slightly frazzled, but also at ease; something erwin was not used to seeing. you had white earbuds with the slight appearance of brown on the cords in your ears, hooked up to a laptop that you would occasionally glance at.

erwin thought you were a beauty.

you remember how he sat across from you, smoothly initiating a conversation with you. he was delighted to find out that you were a pianist along with a violinist, he loves classical music. you explained to him that you were struggling to create a song for your performance the next week, that all the music notes were just starting to contort into doodles.

when he helped you, that's when you felt grateful. you remember how he mentioned his partner, levi ackerman, and his own enjoyment of the piano. he asked for your number along with the venue where you would be performing.

you gave him the information easily, seemingly ecstatic about someone coming to your performance.

the next week after your performance, you met levi. he was curt and blunt, his difference from erwin had almost given you whiplash. luckily, you learned to adapt and you even would quip back at him playfully. it managed to make him smile, just a little. you enjoyed his company just as much as you did erwin's, something the two of them were happy about.

it wasn't until weeks later of hanging around them that it all went downhill. you went drinking with the two of them, easily complying to levi's request to drink more and more of your alcoholic beverage. it was the last drink that had you realizing that no other drink you had ever had was salty like this. you collapsed shortly after.

you remember waking up in a room, decorated to accommodate you and your interests. there was a white bookshelf that had gold framing splayed onto it with a vast selection of novels. there were three soft and plush chairs by the bookshelf with a soft rug underneath. a small coffee table sat in the middle of the rug.

there was a large bay window with a gorgeous view of a colorful and bio-diverse garden. cushions and throw pillows were placed onto the windowsill, another place for you to sit. the bed you'd awoken in was a queen, heavy cotton sheets messily spread across the bed. around the the room and even on the ceiling were soft yellow lights disguised as vines. directly across from the bed was a vanity and above that hung a nice flat screen TV. the night stands beside your bed held lamps and small knick knacks that you could entertain yourself with.

there were three doors. one to the left of your bed, one to the right of your bed, and one to the right of your television. you found out later that the one by your television was a small bathroom with nothing but a toilet and sink. the door to your right side of the bed was a walk-in closet that was decorated in clothing you'd never be able to afford.

you remember how after that, levi and erwin barged in as you panicked and started to pace around the room. you remember defying them, cursing them, hitting them, kicking them, and even spitting at them.

with a silent look from levi, erwin's distraught face turned slightly sad. his eyes were misty as he shuffled himself outside of the room. when levi's knee came into contact with your face, you realized why. especially whenever the gushing of blood dripped out of your nose and his voice screamed that none of this was their fault, but your's instead.

but now, levi was once again punishing you. you hadn't meant to do it. you hadn't meant to slap erwin. while you had a panic attack, your muscles thrashed without your command and you ended up slapping erwin across his face. you were secretly satisfied when you saw the pained look he gave you, but it immediately turned to dread whenever levi's rough hands pulled at your hair.

he's kicking you once again, and he occasionally accompanies it with a harsh slap.

"i didn't mean to, i didn't mean to!!!" your sobs sound so broken as you land on your side from levi kicking you.

levi ignores you, forcing you to stare at erwin, who sits at the door of your bed with that same neutral look sprinkled with pain.

"please!!!" you plead as you squeeze your eyes shut, "please, i didn't mean to!! i didn't meant to hit him!!"

levi stops his assaults, staring at your cowering form from above. the collar around your neck connected with chains clang against each other as you wearily raise your head.

erwin and levi are expecting a small whimper of pleas, but instead they watch as you slam your head against the hardwood floor. it has you reeling but even so, you continue. you're slipping into another violent mental breakdown, head banging against the floor as your other hand punches at your hipbone continuously.

your teeth are gritted as you start banging your ankle against the ground.

within seconds, levi and erwin are moving you onto your bed and holding down your thrashing limbs. they're murmuring sweet nothings to you, a hand on your forehead holding your head down against the pillow. you sob out again, entering the stage of hyperventilation and wails. erwin is crying along with you while levi just reminds you to breathe.

levi's hands are pressing your's on his chest and over his heart. his heartbeat guides you into stable breathing. when you've calmed down, you enter the shutdown stage.

"there we go," erwin praises and strokes a thumb against your cheekbone, "back to breathing."

levi stares at his boyfriend, who’s muttering something in your ear, but turns his attention back to you whenever you let out a small grunt.

"she wants to watch a movie," erwin says, pressing kisses to your cheek.

"any movie in particular? if not, i'll put on scooby doo; i remember you saying that it comforted you once," he grumbles while he turns on the television.

you don't answer, unsurprisingly, and levi puts on 'what's new, scooby doo?' for you. levi lays back next to you, cuddling into your warm and unmoving body.

it takes two episodes of watching the show for you to start letting out small, yet forced, giggles at some parts of the show. it takes two more for you to be able to speak again.

"food," that's all you said.

erwin shakes his head and wags a finger, "how do you ask properly?"

"can i have some food, please," you sound so tired.

the two men nod and leave your room to get you a meal. you sit up quietly and look down to your hands. they always left your hands untouched, seemingly trying to protect them from the abuse that levi would put onto you.

"stupid, fucking stupid," you spat, "this is their fault, not mine. their fault, their fault, their fault."

you drill the words into your head, but are soon interrupted whenever erwin enters the room with a tray of food.

"you're even sitting up now," he acknowledges while he puts the tray on the bed in front of you.

you thank him quietly and try to ignore the large hand stroking your hair.

"i love you," he doesn't. you don't do this to those you love. zeke never did this to you.

erwin frowns at your silence, hand now tilting your face to look at him. instead of love, your eyes were filled to the brim with hatred.

"you'll come to love us soon enough," he has no ounce of emotion on his face as his finger softly rubs against your skin.

"i doubt it," you mumble and force your face out of his hand. you just want to eat.

when you look down at the tray, you notice the absence of forks and knives. it has your stomach dropping.

"i'm feeding you," erwin says, fork between his long fingers, "we can't trust you with knives just yet."

erwin stabs the fork into cut up chicken breast on your plate, holding it up to your chapped lips. you stare at the food, had it been drugged?

"i don't want to be fed."

"that's too bad. you're being fed anyway, we can't trust you with forks either just yet," he grabs ahold of your jaw and forces your head to turn towards him.

his thumb and index finger squeeze your cheeks, forcing your mouth open with ease. you jerk away at the food suddenly being forced down your throat, hacking as if you were trying to get it up.

"let me chew first," you cough, handing reaching to touch gently at your adam's apple.

erwin doesn’t respond, opting to put another piece of the food onto the fork. he holds it out towards you, patiently waiting for you to stop choking and to eat again. you clear your throat, the idea of willingly letting erwin feed you makes you sick. you don't want to submit.

"i won't eat anything if you don't let me use the fork myself," you feel a headache coming on, fingers now pressing against your temples.

"then i guess you just won't eat," he says with a hint of sadness, taking the tray back into his hands.

you're so hungry. and the smell of the grilled chicken breast with a side of mashed potatoes isn't helping. you don't want to submit. you can't submit, you won't survive.

"guess that's settled then," you flop back down onto your back.

it wasn't the answer or reaction that erwin was expecting, judging by his widened eyes and stiff posture. he relaxes as he shakes his head in disapproval, walking out of the room and locking the door behind him.

you stare blankly at the ceiling while trying to ignore the growling of your stomach. your head hurts from the lack of food, another thing you're trying to ignore.

you turn on your side, but immediately cry out in pain. levi's earlier assault was starting to form bruises on your body, and the idea that you couldn't even curl into a ball made you want to cry. you hiss when you shuffle back onto your back, ignoring the searing pain that shoots through your ribs and sides.

your eyelids feel heavy after you settle down for a while, finally able to ignore all of the pain you've endured.

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when you wake up, it's raining. there's not much natural light coming into your room, which you're okay with.

a pang of pain shoots through your head when you sit up, hands immediately grabbing at your hair and nails digging into your scalp. the tugging of your hair made your headache a little more bearable even if it was for a second.

the sound of your stomach growling and chains clinking echos through the quiet room, causing you to look down at your stomach. the chains are cold against your skin, tiny shivers spreading across your stomach.

you sigh and get yourself out of the bed. you walk to your bathroom, peeing with your face buried in your hands on the toilet. you ignore the fluorescent lights, which make your head hurt worse, and wash your hands aggressively.

you look up in the mirror as you do so, but you wish you hadn't. your eyes were puffy from the tears you shed yesterday and there's now a bruise on your swollen cheek from levi's smacking. you hold back the urge to punch the mirror, instead wiping your hands off with a towel and chucking it at the wall. you slam the door behind you and start to walk pass the three chairs meant for you, erwin, and levi. a wave of dizziness has you stopping and holding onto it, eyes instinctively squeezing shut.

when it passes, you grab a book and a throw blanket that's sat on top of one of the chairs. you settle onto the cushions of the bay window, taking a moment to stare at the rain falling.

you open the book, 'perks of being a wallflower', and find yourself lost in the words.

it's when levi comes in with a tray of food that you realize an hour or so has passed. he looks shocked to see you sitting and reading in silence, checking his watch as if he were making sure he didn't wake up late.

"got you food since erwin had to go to work. it's belgium waffles with some fruit and bacon on the side," he sits down next to your, now, curled up legs and puts the tray on the opposite side of him.

you wince at the mention of food and at curling your legs close. it doesn't go unnoticed.

"maybe if you didn't act out you wouldn't be in so much pain now," he says, holding out a piece of the waffle and a hand under to make sure the syrup doesn't drip onto the blanket.

"i'm not going to be fed. i'm not a child," you stare at the food.

"you're going to starve to death if you don't eat. quit being stubborn and fucking eat. i don't feel like cleaning up a body," he snarls and you resist the urge to kick his hand away.

"if you let me feed myself, i'll eat. then, you won't have to worry about digging me a hole."

"you haven't earned that privilege. we feed you for now."

"then i guess i don't eat," your eyebrows are furrowed as you stare at him.

"you're stupid. you'll end up dying."

"rather die than be fed like a child."

"you've got some pride. maybe i can beat it out of you," he drops the fork onto the plate.

"if you beat me anymore then you might actually have to worry about a body," you avert your eyes back to your book.

"if it's what needs to be done," he crosses his arms, "speaking of bodies, your's reeks."

"i don't have a shower in my bathroom, i can't help you with that issue," you shrug and flip the page.

"you can."

"i'm not letting you bathe me either. i'm not stupid. if you're feeding me then you're obviously going to be bathing me."

he chuckles a little at your defiance, but you know it's forced. you can smell the frustration on his body and your ego inflates knowing that you're the one who got him to be like that.

"when you decide you want to live, knock at the door and call for me," he grabs the tray and leaves the room, once again locking the door behind him.

"i can wait eight more days before i die."

[tonysaintborgi]

God I really wish tumblr users could collectively buy the CW lmao. There was only one CW show I actually liked (Arrow, not Supernatural) so I'm perfectly fine with wrecking it harder than it already is

so imagine we did tho, and they just picked users at random to write episodes like that post said and

SUPERNATURAL SEASON 16

Ep. 1: Escape From Superhell

Clearly written by a long time supernatural fanfic author upset by the finale. Soft-retcons most of it. The one guy and the angel kiss on screen.

Ep. 2: Dawn Of The Doodle

The main heroes get trapped in a picture book by a witch who has a day job as a preschool teacher. The majority of it is badly animated and full of whedonisms. Regarded by future fans as "the most unique filler episode."

Ep. 3: A New Hero

A story featuring a new character who's clearly the writer's overpowered original character. Most pre-established characters have few lines, if any. This character is never really seen from again because none of the other writers really gave a shit but they become a minor fan favorite.

Ep. 4: Power Crystals

Inexplicably, a single episode Breaking Bad crossover where the boys help a haunted meth lab. The episode is framed to be in the middle of a lull in the breaking bad story and doesn't contradict either BB or SPN canon, somehow. This episode caused a large spike of people streaming breaking bad.

Ep. 5: The Lock

Written by a frustrated SPN nerd specifically to fix a minor plot hole that most people didn't even notice. The pacing is horrible and the writing is stiff and it's as if the writer was being paid per callback because it's PACKED with them. But it's def by someone who knows their shit about the series.

Ep. 6: Bingo Bongo

This person who wrote this entered the draft as a joke. The word "poop" is said at least 150 times, 50 of those back to back back and forth between the main characters. angel dude blows a raspberry and anyone who follows a supernatural fan sees that gif nonstop for weeks. Everyone comically kills each other at the end in a way you could tell it was just the writer being petty at SPN fans.

Ep. 7: Cas' Day Out

Despite the last episode, everyone is alive. The characters who aren't the angel guy discuss what they think angel guy does when he's alone. One theorizes he tries to live a normal life. Another says he must be the Ultimate Hero of Heaven or something. These ideas are explored. The end of the episode shows angel guy just reading a book.

Ep. 8: Nature of Reality

In a dramatic tension shift this edgy episode begins with learning god is dead. however they all go to heaven and learn god wasn't actually god, they were only third in command. the repercussions on the series are grand, perhaps shaking everything down to the foundation, but is not really explored.

Ep. 9: Fun In The Sun

Beach episode :)

would i watch any of these? probably not. but the entertainment I'd get from watching spn fans watch these? beautiful

[ahkaahshi]

a parenting moment [miya atsumu x reader]

pairing: miya atsumu x fem reader

genre: fluff

warning(s): none

word count: 2.3k

overview: when yours and atsumu’s five-year-old daughter gets into trouble at school, it’s up to him to practice his good parenting skills

note: though this is a reader insert story, it focuses more on atsumu’s relationship with his daughter and sheds some light on how I think he would be as a dad :) also I wrote this months ago and am just now posting lol hope you enjoy

Atsumu’s features settle into a look of discontentment as his honey colored eyes scan his young daughter’s short figure, taking note of her dirtied shoes and the slightly disheveled appearance of the French braids he’d woven into her dark hair that morning. Wiping a bead of sweat from his forehead and letting out a small sigh, he asks, “What happened, girly?”

She turns her (e/c) gaze towards the polished wooden flooring of the large gym and mutters, “I got in a fight at school and they made Mommy pick me up.”

Instead of towering over her, as he had inadvertently been doing before, Atsumu kneels down in front of her and places his hand on her shoulder. “Hey, look at me, (daughter’s name),” he requests, making her tilt her chin up the smallest amount so her eyes can meet his. When their gazes connect, he purses his lips before saying, “We’ll talk about it when we get home, ‘kay? Right now, Daddy’s gotta practice, so jus’ sit tight with Coach Foster for a bit ‘n hang out.”

She nods slowly and Atsumu lifts her light blue backpack off of her shoulders to carry it with him over to the bench beside the court where his team is currently running through serve-receive drills. The head coach gives him a small nod of acknowledgement and a promise that he’ll protect her from any rogue volleyballs as she takes a seat.

Knowing that his daughter’s safety is in good hands and that she’s occupied--since she had pulled out a notebook from her backpack to doodle and write in--gives Atsumu a sliver of comfort as he returns to his practice. It takes himself some time to get his thoughts off of her, however, given the situation.

Minutes earlier, you had appeared at the gym with (daughter’s name) and offered a brief explanation of the matter at hand. You’d had to pick her up from school after receiving a call that she’d gotten into trouble, but, because of your own responsibilities at work, you’d had to drop her off with your husband. According to what the teachers had explained, she had gotten into a physical altercation with another student that had ended in tears, screaming, a few scrapes, and a dropped popsicle--your daughter’s, unfortunately.

(Daughter’s name) was a well-behaved, studious girl--though she did have a bit of a wild, energetic streak in her, thanks to Atsumu--so to hear that she’d been involved in a fight was understandably shocking to both of you. Sure, she enjoyed roughhousing with her dad and her uncle, but you’d been adamant about reiterating that real fighting was not allowed.

Atsumu hated seeing his daughter so distressed. It broke his heart. Usually, she was upbeat and full of life, but, now, she looks so defeated and ashamed. In an attempt to cheer her up in any way he can, he enlists the help of Bokuto and Hinata to tell her funny stories during each water break; and while they provide her some temporary relief, the cloud of sadness casting a shadow over her still lingers.

Though she holds onto his hand and clings to his side during the commute back home, she’s unnaturally quiet, and goes straight to her room upon returning to the house. He decides it best to leave her alone for a bit, but he can’t ignore how quiet the house feels without the sound of her favorite show blaring from the television in the living room. To busy himself for some time while you’re at work and she’s in her room, Atsumu sets himself to whipping up a snack after he’s taken a shower, and icing his aching joints.

After preparing some onigiri that looks rather sloppy compared to that his brother always serves, Atsumu shuffles down the hallway towards his daughter’s room. Her door is open, so he can see her sitting on her bed with a selection of colored pencils strewn across the comforter, and one in her hand that she’s using to color in a project she has to complete for class.

“Hey, girly,” he greets her and stands in the doorway, “Wanna eat some onigiri with me?”

She doesn’t respond verbally, but nods her head without lifting it to look over at him. So, he walks into her room and plops down on the bed beside her, setting the plate down in front of him. Before he can even get so far as to offer her one of his homemade creations, he hears her sniffle loudly.

Turning his honey-colored gaze to her brings him to the realization that she's stopped coloring and, instead, has her hands pressed against her face as her body shakes with quiet sobs. His paternal instincts to protect and comfort her immediately kick in, and he pushes the plate aside so he can sling an arm around her shoulder to pull her closer to him.

“Hey, hey, li’l princess, what’s goin’ on?” he murmurs.

She leans closer to him but keeps her hands over her face. “It wasn’t my fault, Daddy,” she whimpers softly, the sound of her strained voice nearly shattering her father’s heart, “There’s a really, really mean girl in my class. She always pulls my hair, a-and takes my markers, and cuts in line so she gets the last orange popsicle--and that’s my favorite flavor--and... I hate her!”

Atsumu grabs a tissue to dab at the tears spilling down her cheeks once he gently moves her hands away from her face. He’s silent for a moment as the previous sadness he felt at his daughter’s suffering morphs into anger upon hearing that she was being bullied. “Didja hit ‘er 'cause she was bein’ mean?”

She nods and cries, “S-She pushed me during recess ‘nd I got mad and pushed her back,” before finally lifting her head to gaze up at him with watery, (e/c) eyes. “I didn’t mean to hurt her, Daddy! I-I was just scared she was gonna hurt me!”

Wrapping both of his arms around her small frame, Atsumu brings her face to his chest and holds her tightly in his embrace in an attempt to comfort her. “It’s alright, (daughter’s name). Mommy ‘nd I will make sure this gets fixed, ‘kay?” The grip she has on the back of his t-shirt tightens slightly as she presses her face into his shoulder. One of his hands rubs her back to calm her down while the other smooths down any stray hairs sticking up from her head.

After a few minutes of crying, whimpering, and venting, she’s finally relaxed enough to let her dad lead her into the living room so they can sit and watch a few episodes of her favorite show together while snacking on onigiri.

“Hey,” he calls out to her, making her tear her wide-eyed gaze away from the television screen, “I know me, Mommy, ‘n Uncle ‘Samu always say that fightin’ ain’t the right way ta go about things, but I’m proud of ya for stickin’ up for yourself, girly.”

A small smile sprouts across her lips that’s made even cuter by the fact that her cheeks are puffing out from the amount of rice she has in her mouth. The sight makes him chuckle and ruffle her hair.

“But don’t go tellin’ Mommy I said that. Instead, use yer words, find one of the teachers, ‘n let ‘em deal with whoever’s givin’ ya trouble, alright?”

When she’s finished chewing her food, she replies, “M’kay.”

“Mind tellin’ me what started the fight in the first place?” he asks, one of his thick eyebrows raising in curiosity.

She twiddles her thumbs and slowly directs her gaze back to the television. “She made me drop my popsicle when she pushed me.”

“And it was your favorite flavor, wasn’t it?”

“Yeah...”

With a hearty laugh, he comments, “Man, you really are yer mom’s daughter, ya know that? She don’t mess around when food’s involved.”

The sounds of his daughter's giggles ripple through the air, sending waves of warmth over him as he continues telling her stories about all the times he’d dealt with you getting on his case about food or treat-related issues. He made sure to include an anecdote about a time when you’d nearly knocked him over after he’d jokingly swiped your candy bar during lunch in high school. 

Needless to say, he never did it again out of the fear that Osamu wouldn't let him live it down if he got destroyed by a high school girl over food. However, the passion and unrelenting desire he’d seen in your eyes that day had made him absolutely sure that you were the one for him.

By the time you step into the house a few hours later, your daughter--being the mature, young girl she was--has moved her schoolwork from her bedroom to the living room table to do her assignments while her dad snoozes on the couch. Upon noticing that she’s in a better mood than she had been when you’d dropped her off at the gym with Atsumu, your heart lifts slightly.

“Hey, honey,” you greet her as you slide off your shoes and set your purse down on a table in the entryway, “What’re you up to?”

She holds up a piece of paper with colored markings on it that vaguely resemble Atsumu’s tall figure holding what you assume to be a volleyball, along with a few, familiar faces in the background. “I have to draw a picture of what you and Daddy do at work to show my teacher.”

You smile at her and plant a kiss atop her head before commenting, “Looks good so far. You drew Bokuto-san’s hair perfectly.” She chuckles and quickly returns to her masterpiece, since your compliment seems to spur her to keep creating. “I’m gonna talk to Daddy, real quick, okay? I wanna see how you draw Omi-san’s hair when we’re done.”

With that said and your daughter on a mission to produce her version of the prickly, outside hitter on Atsumu’s team, you rouse your husband from his nap so the two of you can head into your room to talk about the situation. Once out of earshot, he explains what your daughter had told him and the two of you work together to devise a plan and time to speak with her teacher about the true story. Amazingly enough, this entire exchange occurrs without your usual, good-natured--but sometimes cumbersome--squabbling.

“Hey, ‘Tsumu,” you call out to him, reaching for his hand and wrapping your fingers around it gingerly. 

He had been on his way to the bedroom door so he could head to the kitchen and start making dinner while you showered, but he stops in his tracks and turns to face you once more. When your eyes meet, your heart skips a beat, like always.

Taking a deep breath, you tell him, “Even though we may argue from time to time about parenting, and you sometimes let her have just a tad too much sugar before conveniently deciding to take a nap so you don’t have to deal with her going berserk, there's nobody else in the world that I’d rather share a kid with than you. She loves you so much, and so do I.”

His unoccupied hand finds your waist to pull you closer to him, and he leans down towards you to plant a gentle kiss on your lips. As per usual, the tender moment you shared doesn’t last long, since he always has something smart to say. “What’s gotcha all sentimental, (f/n)? Does seein’ me doin’ fatherly things give ya the hots for me, or somethin’?”

“Oh, yeah, sleeping on the couch while our self-starter of a child does homework by herself is so fatherly.”

He frowns. “I had a long practice. Bein’ a professional athlete is hard work, baby.”

 With a sardonic smile on your face, you mention, “Working a nine-to-five is pretty tiring too, baby.”

“Fair,” he groans and slides his arms around your back, “But, seriously, what’s got you feelin’ all in love with me, huh?”

You snicker at his tone and the mischievous look on his face as you brush his golden hair away from his eyes before letting your hands come to rest on his cheeks. “It’s just that when I picked (daughter’s name) up from school today, she was all sad and mopey. Yet, when I come home after dropping her off with you, she’s all smiles and rainbows again. It just reminds me of how good you are to her and it makes me happy that she has you as a father.”

A genuine smile rather than a sly one appears on his lips, and you press your own against them to give him a few, affectionate kisses.

“You know I’d do anything for my favorite, li’l girl, (f/n). She’s only as good of a kid as she is 'cause of you, anyway.”

Your lips form a giddy grin, as if he’s a high school crush who’s just delivered the sweetest of compliments to you, and you allow him to pull you closer so he can shower you with more kisses. “I love you, baby,” you murmur as you plant another peck on his cheek.

“I love you too, sweetheart.”

There’s a short moment of silence as he pulls you into a tight hug that seems to wash away all the stress that you didn't even realize had been building up within you at the day you’ve had. His breath fans across the tender skin of your neck when he nestles his face there and allows his hands to roam up and down your back. However, after the two of you release each other, you notice a sneaky smile playing at his lips that oftentimes makes you wary.

“Hey.”

“Yeah?”

“Wanna go see (daughter’s name)’s rendition of Omi-Omi?”

Chuckling and following him out of the bedroom, you agree, “Wouldn’t miss it.”

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taglists (see pinned post on my blog for form)

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atsumu: @pretty-setters, @misora-msby, @why-aminot-dead, @lotsoffandomrecs, @tsumue, @heyhinata

[scarlettaagni]

Galvatron lets "Cyclonus" "torture" "Autobot secrets" out of Octane per his suggestion even though it was a search and destroy mission

I just think it's notable that he compliments him on his interrogation cause Starscream is like, the resident torturer in TFP. a deep cut, or am I just unwell?

he is using a whip, btw.

the two are just pretending the whole time, Starscream intentionally missing and Octane screaming in pain anyways

they're?? having fun??? they're literally tittering like schoolgirls at a sleepover about to pull a prank, when Starscream (audibly holding back laughter and failing) tells Octane to hurry up or else his bad acting will tip them off, and Octane is like "ok! ok!!" like he's about to dial a pizza place number

what was the Autobot secret? wouldn't you like to know, weather boy

whatever the specifics are, it concerns a location where Rodimus can be found alone at some sort of monument, so Octane leads "Cyclonus" and Galvatron there

something something Aria Bellum where the leaders go at it, but in the middle of the curb-stomping, Galvatron looks up and find a bunch of Autobots came out of hiding to ambush him, and also that "Cyclonus" and Octane are ditching him (with a friendly wave from Rodimus for good measure)

what's the plan now? wouldn't you like to know, weather boy

not that they actually bother to mention it, but considering it was his major character motivation in seasons previous, Starscream likely plans on taking over leadership of the Decepticons, but what about Octane? yo, what about Cyclonus???

don't worry about it man

they just chill together and laugh about Galvatron being torn apart by dogs while Starscream sits in his seat

breathtaking animation strikes again, where it would have been competent if they didn't wholly animate the wrong characters saying each other's lines

whoopsy-doodles, Galvatron survived (with visible battle damage) and got back to Chaar from... wherever they were before. How? Well, remember Scourge and the Sweeps? Me too! The show didn't, though.

for some reason Starscream just stammers awkwardly in Cyclonus' voice and it's so painfully real

Galvatron asks why Cyclonus would do this to him, "old friend", which is fucking rich of him to ask and call him.

Starscream drops all pretenses and uses his real voice, to which Galvatron fucking HOLLERS his name

no questions, no pillows, no hesitation or moral quandary, he's immediately up for killing Starscream a second time. wouldn't you be, too?

Starscream just fucking abandons ship and lets Cyclonus take the full brunt of a particle cannon blast, which like blows his torso open

how did a single blast completely disintegrate Starscream but merely core Cyclonus like an apple? wouldn't you like to know, weather boy

He has a total memory blackout from the crypt onward, mans has NO idea what's going on. He blinked and now he's literally on an entirely different planet, and also shot

Showing abnormal levels of situational awareness, Galvatron is nice enough to order that Cyclonus be taken in for repairs. Not nice enough to NOT shoot him in the first place, but it's the thought that counts

Oh, heyyyy, there's the sweeps! Hi, guys!!! Missed you, xoxo

This is the last episode where Cyclonus gets to be Galvatron's escort, so I guess he's not that forgiving after all

Bro Cyclonus was just standing here, he didn't do anything

Starscream just kinda. Jumped up out of frame and Galvatron assumed he disappeared/was scared off, but quelle surprise! The Sweep that Galvatron just gave orders to says "of course..." as his eyes blink red... then cackles to himself as the ghostly image of Starscream appears over him!

SLUT. 《End.》

Do you think Starscream played Musical Sweeps until Ghost in the Machine? I like to think so.

Scourge puts up a massive fight against Starscream in that episode but practically no one else does. Is it a question of willpower? Of strength of mind? Intelligence? Was it because Starscream stupidly gave him a heads up while everyone else was caught off guard?

wouldn't you like to know, weather boy

And that is why Starscream’s Ghost is scientifically my favorite Transformers episode

Starscream's Ghost. what a fucking episode when your favorite characters are Starscream and Cyclonus