#AND HE IS AN ADULT MALE AND STILL LISTENS TO ME SAYING ITS NOT MY PERIOD
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bigender-cowboy · 8 months ago
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IM FINALLY GETTING ANTIDEPRESSANTS BECAUSE I FINALLY FOUND A DOCTOR THAT LISTENS
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breannasfluff · 4 months ago
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Samantha Manson,
Most of your letter remains childish insults, which I shall ignore. Observe who has more maturity in this situation (not you.)
Unlike your hurtful stereotypes of rich families, I care about the animals I encounter. I suppose it’s hard to understand for someone who likely owns a chicken they treat as a pet. 
You shall have to check the Gotham News for your answer on nail painting. If you can even access the internet in your location. If you need, I might be persuaded to post you a copy. I’m sure it would be a novelty to read about life in the big city.
Samantha, as you are so fond of reminding me, I am a child! You should not use fowl foul language in your correspondence to me.
Also, commenting on Nightwing’s visual appearance is highly insulting. Nightwing is the most adept member of the vigilantes. He was brave enough to protect an entire city on his own, rather than relying on a team who can barely capture the villain of the day. 
Truly, you are a disappointment to your sex.
Sincerely,
Damian Al-Ghul Wayne
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Listen here you little FUCKER–
I’ll say whatever shit I want to you! How dare you insult my sex; that’s like saying all your failings are from being male when clearly they are a result of your awful personality. The fact that your mom isn’t in the picture sure says a lot about how much she wants to deal with you.
We might not have internet, but I read the smoke signals from the neighboring village and saw the picture of your nails. Did you do them yourself? Because it’s not very readable. Not that Robin deserves better. Oh, by the way, I’ve never seen such a bad case of resting bitch face on a boy before. You really hated that nail job, didn’t you? 
I heard Nightwing was the first Robin. I’ve seen videos–sorry, hillbilly visions–and believe it. You know what’s really messed up? He didn’t have any pants! What kind of adult takes a kid out to fight crime without pants? The messed-up kind, that’s who. Child endangerment at its finest. 
It’s too bad he added pants to the Nightwing outfit. Showing off his legs would have enhanced the ass package. 
Still Sam,
Sam
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fuxuannie · 2 years ago
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* pairing : sampo x gender neutral reader
* prompt : sampo is a lying, decieving, scum and a rat but he was still your best friend. it's another day, and it seems like he has something to show you.
* authors note : hi cale bebeloves mo 'to, quick oneshot kse mahal kita
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SAMPO didn't exactly have the best reputation in the Underworld, hell, even his friends were cautious when it came to him. But oddly enough, you were an exception. As kids, Sampo would go above and beyond to make sure you were never hurt or injured, sure he would pull a prank on you every once in a while, but one that wasn't enough to make you insanely upset or scathed.
In present day, you're both now adults with your own lives but still spend time together very often in your free time. Sampo doesn't change, and the much taller male was still the same goofball you had grown up with. Just a bit more careless about how people would feel after certain pranks, there wasn't a day where you didn't have to apologize for his behavior. You've tried to talk to him but it seems like your lectures go through deaf ears, not that you're exactly surprised.
Today was odd, you hadn't seen him at all. Not pulling a prank on the trailblazing trio, not in Natashas clinic and definitely not trying to piss off Seele (Because in truth, who would?). "Natasha, have you seen the troublemaker by any chance?" You asked as you closed the clinic door, Natasha put down the book she was reading and smiled at your entrance. "Yeah, I have. I think he's out in the mines right now. Ever since the situation was cleared, he's been spending a whole lot of time there." She explained, and you nod your head. Thanking her for the information and promising to return shortly to help.
You take one of the teleporters to go to the mines quickly, looking around for any signs of your best friend. "Sampooo?" You hummed out, there was suddenly a pair of hands covering your view. A small 'oop' escapes your lips as theres a chuckle behind you. "Well, I think I found you?" You laugh along with him, but you haven't escaped his scheme just yet. You feel him start to walk forward, and you catch on quickly that he wants to lead you somewhere.
"Just don't.. lead me into a wall, okay? My one ask."
You faceplanting into the nearest surface should've been expected, but hey, atleast it didn't hurt all too much.
Once Sampo tapped your head to signal you to stop moving, you did exactly as told. "Keep your eyes closed, oh and no peeking." He demands as he takes his hands off your eyes, you snicker a bit at the little add-on he's been saying since you were kids. Especially since you were a cheater in Hide-and-Seek.
"Okay, aaand open!"
You're met in a room surrounded by Geomarrow, even if its been all you've seen your whole life, something about the area makes it so.. beautiful. "I was doing uh.. a bit of hardwork today! And I found this place.. I wanted to show you a little later, but seems like you found me." He smiles a bit at your reaction, taking your hand into his as he stares at you with a surprisingly soft gaze. You don't even notice until theres a warmth around your palm, and you look up at him, mirroring his smile with your own.
"Something tells me here's a reason you wanted to show me later." You raise a brow, and he uses his other hand to scratch the back of his neck. "Uh.. yeah. Yeah. (name), for the longest time, I've had a massive crush on you. And I wasn't sure how to tell you but, when I wanted to try, your smile left me breathless and I'd forget what to say like an idiot." He laughed at those memories, but you listened intently, ignoring how fast your heart was beating.
"I.. I can't, I feel the same but this is all so sudden and.."
You feel two large arms wrap around you securely, a sigh of relief out of Sampo's lips as he pulled away to look at you again. "That's okay. I can wait, I'll wait for as long as I need to." He was always so patient, so caring. Despite what others think, he really does care about people.
"It won't be a long wait, I promise."
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denaliwrites · 1 year ago
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It's How I'm Made
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Tenth Doctor x Genderfluid!Reader
Summary: The Doctor has been especially protective of you since your coming out, even willing to go to bat for you in the face of aliens that look like they could probably snap him in half. Can be read as a sequel to On the Brave Shit.
Soundtrack: YES MOM by Tessa Violet
Requests: Open!
Warnings: Enbyphobia. Misgendering. Anxiety.
"Do you really think you can stop me, little girl?" the alien in front of you taunted, and you hated that it worked, that you wavered, that you almost lost your grip on the pipe you were using as a makeshift weapon.
The alien laughed, rubbing salt on the wound.
"Oh, come on now," you heard the Doctor say from behind you. "You can't be that dull. I mean," he paused for effect, scratching the back of his head as he awkwardly shuffled closer, "that's obviously an adult human. And, also, he's clearly a man. I mean, look at him!" The Doctor motioned vaguely at all of you, with a knowing look shot to you before shifting back into a passive expression.
Your heart swelled, though, and with a new surge of confidence your grip tightened and you stood firmer, facing off the alien with a glare.
"Don't be ridiculous, this is obviously--"
"An adult human male, yes," the Doctor cut in, followed up with a dramatically exasperated sigh. "Really, you'd think an alien from a planet with sixty-seven genders would get it, wouldn't you?" he asked, turning to you.
You blinked. "Sixty-seven?"
"Oh, yes," the Doctor said cheerfully. "And, remarkably, none of them are 'male' or 'female.' I mean, they have a few that are close enough, at least in terms of what a human can wrap their head around."
"Oh." That explained why the alien in front of you seemed... like a guy? You thought, anyway.
"Could also be the perception filter," the Doctor commented absentmindedly. "Anyway. Apologize to my friend, please." You knew the Doctor well enough to tell when he was no longer making polite requests. When he was angry.
And by God, he was pissed.
The alien, luckily, seemed to catch onto that. It turned to you, bowing deeply. "My sincerest apologies."
"Oh. Er... accepted?" You weren't... really sure what to make of this whole situation. It wasn't every day you got misgendered by an alien from a species with sixty-seven genders yet couldn't seem to grasp the idea of gender presentation.
As if no transgression had passed, the Doctor effortlessly moved on with a grin. "Now, how about we get you home?"
After you and the Doctor had dropped the alien off on its home planet and you had met, by your estimate, sixteen and a half of those aforementioned sixty-seven genders, you leaned against the TARDIS doors while the Doctor flipped random switches on the console -- you swore it was different every time.
"Are you all right?" the Doctor asked suddenly, and it was only then that you realized there were tears rolling down your cheeks.
"Erm, y-yeah, I'm... fine."
He did not look convinced -- understandably.
"Listen, what that alien said --"
"Is that all people see when they look at me? A little girl playing dress up?" you asked suddenly, stopping the Doctor in his tracks. "Is that all I'll ever be?"
The Doctor looked so devastated for a moment before he cleaned up his expression and replaced it with his carefully curated neutral default.
"I thought--" You were cut off by a sob that you did your best to choke back. "I thought I looked so great today."
"Hey, now," the Doctor said, joining you at the door in a few long bounds. You stared up at him hopelessly. "You do look great," he assured you as he leaned against the door with you. "You look how you want to look, and that's what matters. Right?"
"Not if people don't see me as what I'm trying to be."
"Oh, there's no trying," the Doctor said. "You are what you are. Other people don't matter. Even I don't matter. The only person, or alien, or whatever, who matters is you."
The way he looked at you made your heart swell, but you still weren't entirely convinced.
"Do you feel masculine right now?" he asked.
"Not really," you answered honestly.
"... Right. Well. I should've expected that. Okay. Did you feel masculine before that alien said anything?"
"... Yeah," you answered, still honest.
"Then you're masculine. Don't let anyone take that away from you. Especially an alien from a species with sixty-seven genders and yet no concept of being a different gender than the one you were born as."
"Do they have trans aliens in that species?"
"Yes! That's why it's so baffling!" the Doctor sighed exasperatedly.
"Oh, so they're just.... like, a mega bigot," you observed with a laugh. The Doctor returned the sound, and the two of you dissolved into a fit of giggles that lasted way too long, yet not long enough.
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sp00kworm · 7 days ago
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Clove Cigarettes (Part 3)
Pairing: Male Vampire (Clarence Marston) x Gender Neutral Reader
Warnings: Violence and Gore, Blood Drinking, Adult Content
Part 1 Part 2
Part 3: Neon Afterthoughts
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The low thrum of bass was an ever-present sound to your ears. On the dance floor bodies twisted and turned together, monsters and humans sliding up against one another in dances far too close to be anything but sexual. The DJ on the stage was an antlered beast, his fingers black, the colour of charcoal, his eyes the colour of oxidised copper. Fae no doubt. You watched his fingers move, also mystified, like the rest of the club, but the charm over your eyes prevented you from becoming truly enamoured.  A perk of the job. Flix hummed from beside you, wiping glasses as he watched the male weave magic into his music. The platinum blond fae was almost pixie like in comparison. His black eyes wrinkled at the corners with a peel of soft laughter, before his smile became a smirk and he dashed his fingers over your arm.
“I wonder how good he is with those fingers elsewhere.” Flix asked, his sharp teeth clenched in a grin.
“Sometimes you really don’t surprise me.” You rolled your eyes at the Fae, “Is the music not enough for you?”
Flix scoffed, “Its good but you can’t exactly get off to that.”
“I can think of several ways.” You joked as you knocked your hip into his as you passed to the back door leading to the storerooms and small kitchen.
“Dirty bitch!” Flix shouted after you.
“Is Flix after the DJ now?” Weldrick asked with a snort of amusement as you entered the backroom.
“Isn’t he always after whoever is performing?” You teased. Instead of stopping to face Weldrick you quickly rushed to grab the bottles of tequila you were after. The Minotaur had been particularly vocal about you and Cal recently. You figured he was worried still, but Cal had been clean for almost ten years, and you weren’t stupid. You hoped it wasn’t the former blood addiction, but you could never tell with Weldrick what he was going to scold you about next.
“While you’re back there, fancy counting the bottles of Cognac we have?” Weldrick shouted back to you from where he had his laptop open and the stock sheets.
“Sure.” You replied before you dumped the bottles of tequila on the table and went back to look for the cognac. As you counted you heard Weldrick’s hooves shift. With a sigh you turned and looked at the Minotaur in the doorway, “There’s like ten bottles, so what is this really about?”
For once in your lifetime, you watched Weldrick look almost sheepish. Weldrick snorted in frustration with himself as he debated what to say to you.
“If this is about Cal again, I swear...” You grumbled.
“Listen to me, okay?” Weldrick interjected, “I know you know how to look after yourself but I’m worried. He’s not eating again. Ever since that Slithár rat mentioned Bohai he’s been quiet and reclusive. I can’t get more than five words at a time out of him, and he’s been locked in the office when he’s not been with you, so please... Please tell me you’re not feeding him.”
You scoffed, “NO! Why would I be doing that? You and I both know he’s a recovering addict, me slitting myself open for him would just make him relapse. I’m not an idiot!”
“I didn’t say you were!” Weldrick jabbed back, “But I need to know he’s not going to do something stupid...and I need to know he’s okay. He’s my friend as well.” The Minotaur opened his palms to you and all at once you grabbed hold of him and plunged your face into his fluffy chest.
“I’m sorry Weldrick. I didn’t mean to be rude.” You apologised into his fur before you lifted your head, “But he’s okay. I think he’s been worried about the repercussions of what we all did, but he hasn’t mentioned Bohai again to me.”
Weldrick shifted, and lifted you from his chest, “Its best that he isn’t.” he turned and headed back out of the room, his hooves clomping over the stone floor.
“Why would it be bad?” You asked as you swiped the tequila back off the table, bundling it in your arms.
“Bohai is very old. For a vampire he is old, and age for vampires only makes them less and less human, love.” The minotaur shrugged his shoulders, “I don’t know that much about him outside of what Cal has said over the years, but from what I gathered, he isn’t the kind of vampire to be fucked with.”
You nodded, “Got it.” And turned back towards the bar, “Please try not to worry about me, Weldrick. I appreciate you looking out for me, but I’m capable of saying when I need help.”
“I know, but… Keep me posted, okay? The last thing we all need is more trouble after what happened.” Weldrick turned back to his inventory, and you let the conversation slide as you headed back out into the thudding bass.
The tequila was quickly opened as you slung shots down the bar to a group of small fae girls. Flix was no where to be seen but you had caught the tell-tale glimmer of his wings on the dance floor, obviously putting his break to good use to try and impress the DJ, who was now reaching the end of his set. There was another DJ on after into the early hours of the morning, but there was a brief moment of reprieve between songs as the bar quietened and you turned to wash and move some glasses. There was a rush of cold air over the skin of your neck, and the indicative burning of eyes watching your movements.
A hand ghosted along the crook of your elbow before Cal’s fingers trailed down the veins in your arms and moulded with your own. He was a picture in lace tonight, his shirt trimmed with it and his leather trousers accented with ribbons of silk. His hair slid over his shoulders as he dipped his head to kiss the back of your hand, your fingers still intertwined with his own.
“Hello dove.” The rumble of his voice made your heart flutter a little, and Cal kissed your knuckles softly again before he corralled you to the corner of the bar, hidden in the low red light. His steel eyes glittered in the low light, but the red only amplified the paleness of his complexion, painting him in maddening streaks of glowing red and porcelain. There was a pause as he held your hand tighter, “Are you alright?”
“I’m fine.” You soothed, but the moment of hesitation before your answer made the vampire twitch.
“What has Weldrick said?” Cal pressed immediately, “Tell him to stop worrying about me. I’m old enough to keep myself fed and well. I don’t need a nurse maid.”
“Don’t be so dismissive, Cal.” You scolded, gently, “He’s worried about you, and for good reason. It was a lot…for all of us.”
Cal watched your mouth move before he reached to touch the side of your face, enamoured, and not listening to you.
“Are you listening to me?” You prodded his arm, “I know you’re eating, but Weldrick is used to you eating here, and not seeing that is making him worried.”
Cal rolled his eyes, his lips turned in a sneer, “What I do is…” Your glare softened him, “I can explain to him, but I am rather sick of him poking his nose in my relationship!” He huffed as he stroked the back of your hand, his sharp nails making your skin shiver with goosebumps.
“I’m sure that will be enough. Anyway,” You pointed to the dance floor, “As I am currently one bartender down, I need to tidy up before the next wave of drinks!”
However, Cal didn’t let go of your hand, and you gasped in surprise as the vampire dragged you back to him, your chest against the bar as he held your chin in his hand.
“They can wait for their damn drinks.” There was another rush and a chill rippled up your spine, “I think I deserve more of your attention than that damn tequila.” He admonished you softly as his ghostly fingers drifted over your cheekbones and over the arch of your lip. The kiss came swiftly after that, a press of soft, icy lips against your own. He kissed you wish passion, and your head rushed a little as you reached to take his face in your palms and turn your head to enjoy the press of him against you. One kiss became another, and before you realised what had happened, Cal heaved you up onto the bar, his hands supporting your bottom as he curled the tips of his claws into the fat. You gasped into his mouth, but that only spurred his efforts, his fingers catching your chin to twist you into another luscious kiss. Your blood thrummed, and there was suddenly only the beat of the bass and the cold press of Cal against your own body, his fingers curling into your soft flesh, absorbing the warmth from your skin like a banshee.
Before you could enjoy the kiss anymore, Cal drew away, his hips twitching and his mouth open, fangs exposed as he took an unnecessary, rattling breath.
“The things you do to me.” He leaned over and kissed the soft connection where your shoulder joined onto your neck, “And what I would do for you. If only I could have you now.” He grumbled, frustrated, before he deposited you gently back behind the bar, as though you weighed little more than a child. The perks of being a vampire you supposed – inherent super strength. If he was unfazed enough to carry you like a child, that probably meant Cal had fed recently enough.
“Later.” You promised him, “Do you want anything?” You asked.
“You. On this bar?” Cal offered as he reached for his sunglasses in his pocket and perched them on the tip of his nose. The red tinted glasses did little to hide his meaning.
“I mean more of the drink variety.” You tried to ignore the heat in his gaze, “O-negative?”
“That’ll do.” Cal rumbled as he looked down into the club, his eyes clocking regulars and newcomers faster than you ever could.
There was a practiced familiarity to preparing synthetic blood for vampires. You prepared the bag carefully before warming it in the small microwave. They were always served in warmed glasses with a straw. Cal removed the straw and licked it clean before he tipped his head back and poured the blood into his mouth. In a few swallows it was gone, but he took the time to slither his tongue inside, grabbing the last few streaks of red. His eyes slowly drifted back over to you, intense and ringed with a soft pink. The low light only emphasised the fangs in his mouth, and the stained blood on his plump lips.
“Now I know you’re doing it on purpose.” You admonished him as you took the glass back and put it into the separate sink to soak. There was a chemical soak for blood product glasses to ensure there was no contamination with other drinks.
“Doing what?” Cal droned as he leaned back into the shadows of the corner of the bar. He took a ribbon from his pocket to tie back his curtain of black hair.
“Being a brat.” You complained as you stacked glasses and wiped down the counters, sliding grains of sugar into your palm from cocktails before you looked down the length of the bar for any customers. It was quiet, apart from the thud of soft bass as the DJ wound down his set.
With a twist you faced Cal again and made sure to lean into his space, “Do I need to be worried about anything?” You asked sincerely.
“Why would you have anything to worry about?” He asked as he pushed his glasses up into his hair.
“Because you’ve been a little off…and Weldrick is worried that the whole…disaster...” You choked the word out. There was no true word for the carnage of that night and the deaths which had happened, “Weldrick is worried that this is more than just that.”
With a gentle pull, Cal grasped your hands, and pulled you back over the counter towards him, “My darling, you have nothing, and I mean nothing, to worry about.” He stroked his cool fingers over your knuckles, “I’m still… reeling a little.” He confessed, “I have not had a confrontation with any of my kind in so long, and I am, concerned, that there will be a retaliation. At the very least, there will be something of a conversation to be had.”
“With who?” You asked, “The authorities have questioned everyone, and it was ruled as a fault of the Slithár clan. And we know what has happened to them.”
The was a twitch in Cal’s eyebrow made you worry, “What has Weldrick told you?”
You knew then that there was more to the situation then there seemed, “He mentioned Bohai, again.”
Thunder rolled onto Cal’s face, “Bohai doesn’t care enough to come here.” He scoffed at the idea of it.
“It was a huge event, Cal. I think it would be silly to assume that he won’t even hear about it.” You offered as you carefully tucked a stray piece of his hair behind his ear.
“I know that.” He started, but he caught himself before he could carry on, and adjusted his tone, “I know…I just. I worry. Bohai and I, we didn’t part on the best of terms. He’s ancient, my dove, ancient and he will not appreciate a tiff with the Slithár.”
“Its fine to be worried Cal, but don’t push everyone away because of it.” You soothed. He rumbled his acknowledgement before you leaned over to press a soft kiss to his cheek.
“I will speak to Weldrick.” He offered as he turned and pecked your lips.
“Good.” You finished as a flood of customers moved from the dance floor to the bar, “And just in time.” You laughed and turned to serve as Cal pushed himself against the wall, blending into the shadows like he belonged.
Shots flowed and cocktails clinked in their glasses as you were quick to serve, thankful when Flix when reappeared from the dance floor, his bright blond hair dusted with pixie dust.
“Really?” You huffed as you poured a line of tequila shots.
“You better believe it babe!” Flix jeered as he tied his apron and began mixing a margarita. There were a few tables of people now watching as the next DJ set up their gear, and you worked quickly, trying to ignore the heated stare from Cal in the corner. If Flix had seen him, he didn’t say so, but you assumed he was just ignoring the vampire. Their relationship had been a little tough since the attack, but Flix had needed a long time of absence to recover from the amount of energy he had used, and rightly, had needed to recharge at his mother woods.
Ice slid down your spine.
There was a blur of motion, and a rush of wind.
A great crack of wood sounded, as though a tree had fallen, and you stood, stunned, winded from the rush of air against your face. Your eyes came back into focus to see outstretched claws. The very tips were steeped in blood, and you felt the sharp burning of shallow cuts against your neck. Stood beside you, where the bar was splintered, was Cal. He was burning with fury, his back muscles clenched, his wings rippling, the hooked tips locked into the tiled floor. As you gasped enough air back into your lungs, you looked at the vampire in front of you. They were a little surprised, but not shocked, and they too rippled as their wings unfurled from their back, soft and leathery, bat-like yet dangerous. The vampire’s lips curled up in a smile and you found them gazing at you, staring at you with deep brown eyes, the colour of chocolate. His skin was dark, slightly ashen with the parlour of death, but there was the pump of red around his eyes from feeding. The claws on the ends of his fingers curled, attempting to test the power Cal had on his arm.
Cal gave his elbow a threatening push in response to the wiggle.
Cal dared to look back at you once, his eyes fast, checking you for injuries. Anger flared in his face. His teeth snarled before he snapped his wrist and wrenched the vampire’s arm, snapping it clean at the elbow. The joint popped violently with a sickening crunch. Bystanders rushed towards the sides, still unsure whether or not to run. The vampire gave a howl of pain and dragged himself free, clutching his arm, swearing like a sailor.
“Everyone OUT!” Cal roared, his eyes pulsing.
The crowd cleared quickly and Flix rolled his eyes as he tossed open the fire exits with a flick of his wrists., “You heard the man!” He tutted and pulled his apron free. The Fae rummaged for a packet of cigarettes and lit one before he held it out to Cal, “You get cranky without a smoke, Boss.” The Fae flicked his hand and saw to you, fussing over the cuts with a gentle curl of his fingers and a breath of hot air. The magic was prickly, it clung to the edges of the cuts, stinging, before it sunk in and smoothed the skin together. Flix pulled out the first aid kit and helped you clean the blood off. Both of your hands were shaking, and you held his hands for a moment before Weldrick stormed through from the back, huffing and snorting curses.
“What the ever-loving fuck is going on!?” Weldrick shouted above the clearing crowd. He looked down to see the vampire re-setting his arm and tilted his head, “What the hell are you doing here?”
“I was going to ask the same thing.” Cal said as he took a drag on the clove cigarette, his back bunched tight, coiled and ready to launch himself at the other vampire.
“Fuck you, Clarence!” The vampire snarled, “Stupid fuckin’ whoreson!” He took hold of his elbow and tore the bone of the joint to the side before he snapped his tendons back into place with another sickening twang and reset his arm.
“I could say the same thing, Olaudah.” Cal spoke around the burning cigarette.
The other vampire grimaced as he held his arm, “I would think that after the drama you have caused you would be a little nicer to me, brother.” Olaudah sneered and stretched his arm out. He twisted his joint before pushing his dreadlocks back from his face. They had come loose from the tie, and he made sure they were pulled back tight before he met Cal’s eyes.
“Bohai has sent you, I assume?” Cal made sure to place himself between you and Olaudah.
“And what gave you that idea?” Olaudah scoffed and rolled his eyes, “You have made a mess.”
“A mess? I’d say I was within my rights to do what I did.” Cal emphasised his appeared indifference with a long drag of his cigarette and a blow of smoke in Olaudah’s face.
The other vampire’s lip twitched in annoyance, but other than the tiny facial movement, he did not rise to the goading, “If you mean condemning most of the Slithar clan to UV exposure and blood conversion therapy then sure, you tidied it up nicely.” Olaudah scoffed before he pushed his hands into his pockets.
“I’m sure Bohai thinks that too.” Cal commented as he sat himself down on one of the bar chairs, still ensuring his body was between you and Olaudah.
“I’m not privy to what Bohai thinks dear brother.” Olaudah tutted, “All I know is he wishes to see you at the Viper Rooms. Three days’ time, at midnight.”
“And if I don’t show?” Cal asked as he let the last of the clove scented smoke pool from his mouth and stubbed out his cigarette in the ash tray at the end of the bar.
There was a moment of silence between the two of them before Olaudah shrugged and scoffed again, “That’s not my problem. You know what he does to people who don’t obey.” The vampire smirked, “You know first hand what he does. Was it not our maker that gave you to the authorities last time without a fight?”
Weldrick deflated behind Cal. Some part of his incarceration had been due to the band as well. His habits, after all, had been why they disbanded all those years ago.
Olaudah turned his gaze on the minotaur, “Your band reported you, but Bohai let them take you from the nest, didn’t he?”
Cal soured, his steely eyes dark as he folded his wings away, “I was killing people, Olaudah. It took me being locked away to realise that was wrong.”
The response was Olaudah rolling his eyes as the red faded from the creases of his eyes, “Yet still Bohai drinks his fill, hm?”
Cal stood with a rush, his claws tapping the bar, his anger barely contained, “Look, if all you are here to do is goad me, brother, then I believe our conversation is over.” He pointed to the door, “You can leave. I will meet Bohai as requested.”
Olaudah grinned, “I forgot to mention.” He stared at you, as someone does a piece of meat at a butcher, eyeing your flesh clinically, “He wishes you to bring your thrall.”
Cal’s fingers were around Olaudah’s throat like lightning, “If you wish to leave here, brother, you will do me the courtesy of not insulting those who…”
“Who you love?” Olaudah cut him off with a sneer, his own claws slicing at Cal’s forearms, “You disgust me!” He spat as he laughed, “You were immaculate once, Cal, a creature of death, beyond the realms of this mortality you have cocooned yourself in… once again.”
There was a final cacophony of laughter before Olaudah dissolved into smoke, his glowing eyes the final thing anyone saw as he melted from Cal’s grip and dissolved into the shadows. There was a rush of wind as he flew out into the street.
“Cal…” Weldrick started, but his mouth hung open as he lost the words which were on his tongue.
Cal ignored him and walked around the bar. He strode purposefully towards you. Cold fingers met your face, pulling you from the shock of everything which had just happened. Gently, Cal eased your chin upwards. The soft stroke of his cold fingers made you shudder but as you met the gentle steel of his eyes you felt yourself cave a little.
“I’m sorry you got hurt, dove.” Cal whispered before he enveloped you in a hug, his embrace strong and solid. There was a prickle of tears in your eyes but you breathed a sigh of relief against his chest as he held you close.
“Is… Will Bohai try to kill me?” You dared to ask.
Cal pulled you back from his chest, “I will never let anything happen to you my darling.” He stroked the sides of your face before dragging you closes again, “I am so relieved you are safe.”
Weldrick coughed a little awkwardly, “Forgive me but…” He gestured vaguely to the club, “What the fuck are we going to do?”
You chuckled at Weldrick’s forthrightness, “I have no idea.” You confessed softly.
Cal turned, releasing you from his embrace before he looked at Weldrick, “I have to go, Weldrick.”
“I know that, but you can’t…” Weldrick trailed off and snorted, his bull nostrils flaring before he swiped the white hair from his eyes, “You can’t think he’s not going to do something.”
“Bohai isn’t in the habit of drawing more attention to himself. The last time he turned a vampire was in 1938. The last time he attended a public vampiric event was 1956, and before that he was only seen in 1876. He does not want the attention I have brought upon the clan, but he is no fool. He is old, but he is wise.” Cal mulled over his next words, “I don’t believe he intends to harm anyone, but he always wants to know what is happening, and this is a little too interesting.”
Flix leaned back against the bar. He looked to Weldrick before he spoke, “Are you sure we shouldn’t just report this to the authorities?”
Cal shook his head, “They can no nothing. The clan leaders have long controlled the infrastructure. How do you think they all still consume live blood?” He offered gently, “I can go but…I only worry.”
You stood, steeling yourself, “I can go. If he wants to see me, then I will come with you. The faster we get it all over with, the better, right?”
There was another quiet moment before Cal wrapped an arm around your waist, “We will come up with a plan for this. There are measures we can take…” There was a solemn silence as you all sat together and Flix pulled a bourbon free, pouring three of you a hard measure to take the edge off everyone’s frazzled nerves.
The sun rose gently that morning. Cal’s bedroom was washed with gentle orange light around the slats of the blinds. The cool caress of his body was a welcome comfort as you breathed deeply, drinking in the fresh scent of him. Peppermint and clove. Cal’s jet coloured hair laid around his head like a halo. If he was heavenly, he was the darkest angel to have ever been sent to earth. Still, Cal’s fingers travelled, slowly and gently, meandering over your warm skin as he gazed at you.
“Why do you always stare at me?” You asked, laid naked yet warm in the silken sheets.
Cal looked at you as though you had gone mad as he cupped your face, “I look at you because I have never seen a creature more divine.” His hands moved, caressing your form, “You are like a statue, carved in the image of the divinity of the gods. Everything about you enchants me. If you were the sea, my dove, I would drown in you gladly.”
A long kiss met your lips and you melted into Cal, your hands pressed to his chest. He eased his hands behind your head before your legs met, your thighs gliding against one another. He drew away as he felt your pulse thunder with the need to breathe. You gasped softly.
“If I could only see you every day for the rest of eternity, I would always be happy.” Cal prosed as he slid his nose against your own. He pressed another soft kiss to your forehead before his wings wrapped around your back. The leathery skin slid over your skin, soft and gentle as it glided to your shoulders and wrapped you tight.
“I won’t be here for eternity, Cal.” You whispered, “But you know I will never leave you.”
Cal was quiet as he stroked the warmth of your skin, “I could never harm you.” He confessed, “To turn you… I could not watch it.”
“Then you will have to be content to watch me wither instead.” You said softly. There was perhaps a plea in your voice, “All humans die eventually, Cal, you know that.”
“I know… I know.” He whispered in return before he leaned forwards to kiss you again, his hair brushing your skin as he held you close. Your own hands snaked lower, brushing the soft hair on his tummy before you wrapped a hand around his member.
Cal moaned in response to the touch, his hips flexing towards you roughly. There was as rush of air as your back met the mattress below you and his fangs grazed your pulse. The graze of his teeth set your nerves on fire and there was a distinctive rush of blood to your nethers as Cal’s claws trailed over your skin, ghosting against the soft flesh. There was the sudden reminder that he was a predator, and you were his primary prey. But he was quick to apologise, pressing soft and gentle kisses to your neck before he moved down your body, licking the scent from your body. His lips pressed against your lower tummy, and you moaned as Cal’s cool tongue met the flesh, soothing the heat between your legs, his fangs gently grazing over the same cold touch, igniting the pleasure again and again.
Within the cold embrace of the vampire, you found yourself reaching your peak, with the orange sunrise fading into the distance as you closed your eyes and moaned, feeling every muscle shudder and pulse with Cal’s cold tongue inside of you, against you and his fingers pinching pleasure from your flesh. He returned to kiss you, wrapping his arms around you as you came down from your high, his kisses wet and cool. Shuddering, you clung onto Cal, and he eased you to his shoulder, letting you rest against him. You could still feel the wet tip of his erection against you, and with a long intake of breath you rolled over and kissed the top of Cal’s chest.
“Don’t worry, dove… Just lay with me. I want to hold you.” He soothed the top of your head, smoothing your hair back. You couldn’t find the energy to speak so you nodded as you snuggled back into Cal’s chest.
“I love you, darling. I will always do my best to protect you.” Cal laid his cheek on your head.
“I love you too.” You replied, your heart thudding in your chest, swelling with feeling.
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cellarspider · 10 months ago
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16/30 Chemically inert
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We return to a movie whose biggest enemy is its own script, Prometheus. This is the second post today, because the previous one was so awful and I had very little context to add beyond anger.
So, now we come to a scene that made me wonder in the theater: what the fuck is going on with straight people?
A tangent is required at this moment, before we get back to pondering this question. Some of my friends like to watch their favorite science fiction shows with me, particularly if they have to do with genetics. Orphan Black, for example. This is because it is understood that I will regularly call out “Pause!”, and then they get to sit and listen to me alternatively praise or sputter over the fictionalization of my field of study. 
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“Look. Their genetic material pre-dates ours. We come from them.”
Pause!
This is, probably, meant to hammer in the premise of the movie to a lay audience. However, the way she phrased it left me confused for a good long minute, trying to figure out what the fuck she meant. We don’t speak of any extant species as “pre-dating” another, even if they look exactly like their fossilized ancestors: all modern organisms are modern organisms. They have been continuously evolving the whole time they’ve existed. What we talk about is species diverging from each other. We didn't come from chimpanzees, or from neanderthals for that matter: we diverged from them.
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(https://news.wisc.edu/naledi/) 
If I were to try and explain what she actually means by this: The particular Engineer they sampled from possess genetic sequences that are present in our evolutionary precursors, but have been lost in humans. That, and/or the Engineer possesses no sequences that are specific to modern Homo sapiens. 
To which my response is: no shit. They’re eight foot tall, completely hairless humanoids, surrounded by advanced technology. This is not Futurama.
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This still doesn’t answer all my other logistical problems with when they got involved on Earth, which I already rambled about at length. 
But now we get to the real mystery of the scene: why are straight people?
I’m asexual as a rock. No, not that rock. But I’m not sex-repulsed. Sexual media and art is fine by me, but Hollywood does such a shit job with romantic chemistry that I thought I was for quite a while.
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Shaw and Holloway are a couple. We know this, because they are a pair of female and male adult humans who work together in a movie. They have held hands and smiled at each other. Honestly, if Holloway hadn’t called Shaw “baby” soon after they woke up from stasis, I wouldn’t have known. 
Admittedly, this may be due to the fact that my “flirting or not” radar is hilariously non-functional most of the time. I have been on dates before without realizing it. Multiple times. It’s that bad.
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This is the scene where we are supposed to see how they are romantic together, and how they grapple with their present situation. Holloway froze a rose in the cargo, along with a bottle of champagne. The fact that he has already been drinking heavily will surely make this especially fun, I’m sure.
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Shaw, at least, acknowledges “[t]his is The most significant discovery in the history of mankind,” though I’d argue whichever early hominin first saw the big bald bastards already called dibs on that. I appreciate the gesture toward understanding the enormity of this situation, but her behavior hasn’t demonstrated it so far. Holloway’s, however, is even worse, and I think we are supposed to take Shaw as the more staid and reasonable one because of this.
With this and her further evidence that the Engineers made humans, Holloway immediately says “Okay. I guess you can take your father's cross off now.”
Yes. This is what you should say, when you’re in a long-term relationship with a religiously devout person who lost one or both of their parents at a young age. Definitely.
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I get what this is trying to do, thematically. This movie is about the creation of life. We have a religious character squaring her faith with a piece of information that is incompatible with the literal text of her religion’s doctrine. 
Funny enough, we have a lot of religious people who work in biology already. Unless your religion was created last tuesday, there is literally no way it won’t contradict with some aspect of what modern science has discovered. People create the mental space for the supernatural, either merging or separating it from their field of expertise. Or they may not believe in the supernatural at all, instead subscribing to belief systems that provide an ethical and behavioral framework for their lives. 
A lot of scientists who are religious state that their religion is part of why they study the material world: Out of a love for the world, a call to aid others, or because the act of learning is seen as divine in itself.
This is also the kind of conversation that, frankly, two lunatics who believe in ancient alien contact with Earth should’ve had a long time ago. ‘Hey, you believe that big men from space were talking to the Sumerians, how’s that fit in with the whole Christianity thing for you?’
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But no, he’s going somewhere hilariously baffling, via a direct route through the state of Wildly Insensitive as he barrels along the Clunky Dialog Highway.
“But here's what we do know: That there is nothing special about the creation of life. Right? Anybody can do it. All you need is a dash of DNA and half a brain, right?” “I can't.  I can't create life. What does that say about me?”
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He FORGOT HIS LIFE PARTNER WAS INFERTILE.
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“Ellie, that's not... I didn't mean… I wasn't talking about…”
Have you ever been so drunk that you made your girlfriend feel like Natasha ‘I’m a monster comparable to the Hulk because I was sterilized’ Romanoff in Age of Ultron
This is, as with most of the most thunderously clunky dialog in this movie, a plot point. There are ways they could’ve done this differently that I will get to at that time
But you know what’s even more baffling about this? Apparently that didn’t kill the mood.
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It makes the next scene where Janek seduces Vickers with a jumpscare accordion and “Are you a robot?” almost make sense.
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Or, frankly, Idris Elba and Charlize Theron are acting wizards who somehow managed to strangle some chemistry out of that scene.
Next time, the not-so-little death!
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Citations for alt-text rambles:
https://archive.org/details/abbott-and-costello-meet-the-mummy 
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_Nepenthes_cultivars 
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ecce_Homo_(Garc%C3%ADa_Mart%C3%ADnez_and_Gim%C3%A9nez)#Failed_restoration_attempt_and_internet_phenomenon 
https://youtu.be/cZyj6GECjZ0 
https://youtu.be/nRr1t80TayE 
http://www.totheescapehatch.com/2012/06/escape-by-playing-stephen-stills.html 
https://www.discogs.com/artist/236968-Stephen-Stills 
Overflow Ramble 1 
I want it noted at the start here: I try to use screenshots where everyone looks as dignified as they can without losing objects or gestures I want to comment on, because otherwise it breaks flow. I could not find a screenshot where Shaw wasn’t stickin h leggy out real far, or making this extremely weird face. I tried. The movie defeated me.
Medium wide shot of Shaw sitting on a couch (loose pillows that don’t have velcro surfaces to keep them in place if the ship rolls), with Holloway in reverse shot, sitting on the other side of a coffee table (no lip to catch rolling objects), with a rose sitting in a cup between them. Shaw is about to stand up, and has just the most goddamn weird expression on her face. 
In the background is a side table (does have a lip, not tall enough to do anything), with a lamp (might be magnetized/gripped to the surface, doesn’t look it), a pile of books (falling hazard), a stick of incense burning in a cup (falling AND fire hazard), and, as previously noted during Vickers’ introduction, there’s the required Cultured White Person African Art Pieces just sort of. Leaned on a tiny little shelf in the background (how have they not fallen over already). Finally, a tropical hanging pitcher plant can be seen hanging behind the lamp, probably a Nepenthes cultivar. Did David keep these alive for two years? 
There is a bewildering buttload of Nepenthes cultivars, with an active enthusiast community in Japan. So, SO many of the cultivars are called ‘[Adjective] Koto’ (cite 2). Like, to the point where someone was clearly breaking out the dictionary to find more words for Koto. Decorous Koto. Effulgent Koto. Effulgent Koto again, there’s two of them. Elfine Koto. Emotional Koto. Felicitous Koto. Feminine Koto. Feverish Koto. Igneous Koto. Immobile Koto. And that’s as far as the Kotos go, apart from Zonal Koto. Somebody in 1984-1994 was literally going A-Z on Kotos before they suddenly stopped at I, turned around, and went back up to throw in Gerontic Koto and Ferny Koto.
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ultimateotaku666 · 10 months ago
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Persona 3, 4, & 5 Protag sexuality headcanons
Disclaimer: I am not going to include the first three Persona games as I have no way to play and figure them out, but maybe I'll find a way.
Another disclaimer: I sadly won't include the FeMC, as I haven't played P3 Portable. But I got it recently, and I shall repost once I finish!
Makoto Yuki:
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HeteroAce. I know it seems like a cop-out, but I think it fits him well. He probably never thought about romance and didn't think he would ever fall in love. Then he meets the girl of his dreams (me and my fiancé say Fuuka) and he finally understands.
Another idea is AroAce, it's more an idea.
Yu Narukami:
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Polysexual and possibly Polyamorus. Persona protags are lady killers, but it doesn't mean that they can't also be different. Narukami is no exception. He gives off Polysexual vibes. You have many female options, so there's one. Yosuke was supposed to be a romance option (we were robbed!!), so already makes sense. And I headcanon Naoto being Non-binary or Genderfluid, so check on that! As for the Polyamory, depending on who you romance, you could be a throuple (We imagine Narukami, Naoto, and Kanji. It would be sweet).
Akira Kurusu:
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Pansexual. I know we have many female options, but four of them are adults. And I know Japan is different, but its still strange. But that's a rant for later! And let me say we all know that if we had male options, people would have Ryuji and Yusuke as their partner. Plus, Akira seems like he doesn't discriminate (like I said, he dates adults), and he values their emotions and love.
These are just headcanons, so if you don't agree, that's perfectly fine! Everyone has an opinion, and they can be beautiful (not all and you know who you are 🫵😡)
Thank you for listening to my TED Talk!
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evereinefaust · 7 months ago
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. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭 ࿐ྂ
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Pairing: Reiji Kotobuki X afab!Reader
Synopsis: At last, MC met with the oldest of the idols. Through his teasing and carefree attitude, he expressed his affection for his favorite person.
Word Count: 1,171
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The [h/c]ette composer skipped through the hallway, happiness was visibly present on her face with every bounce she made in every step. Her aura contained pure bliss as it emitted from her small figure. She can't contain her excitement anymore; the determination dotting on her [e/c] eyes successfully told us her goal for tonight—to be able to find and meet the last and oldest member of Quartet Night.
After turning around the corner, [Y/n] saw the stairs and didn't hesitate to continue going up. The girl had a feeling that she will be able to meet the brunette on the stairs, after all, she seemed to coincidentally meet the other idols in every place she goes. The bright smile was still present on her face while remaining her gaze upwards.
However, her [e/c] hues soon landed on the other fedora-wearing male in the agency. His taupe-gray eyes glancing down at her petite form. His signature smile was shown on his pale face. The male was standing by the second floor of the building, his arms resting on the railings while he leaned on it.
"Hey, kiddo. Welcome back."
The smile on her face broke into a wide grin. "Rei-nii!"
"I see that Shining finally allowed you to visit us," he stated, walking over to her as the girl reached the platform.
"Uh-huh!" she nodded happily.
Reiji's face broke into a grin at the enthusiasm the young composer holds. "You're truly a shining young lady, [N/n]-chan!"
"Being a niece to Uncle Shining made me all shining as well," [Y/n] joked, playfully rolling her eyes.
The brunette laughed at her jokes, it really felt nice having the girl around. She's like a bright, small star shining beautifully in the dark, midnight sky. She had the ability to warm everyone's heart with her presence and with her song... and that's the reason he had taken a liking to her.
"The way you always shine sets my heart pounding."
[Y/n] listened closely to what the brunette was saying, an undeniable blush flushed across her cheeks. She didn't know why but her heart started to speed up as her whole body heats up. 
Soon enough, Reiji took a step forward towards her and took her hand into his. He had that same smile on his face as he lifted her knuckles to his lips, kissing it. This sudden intimate gesture sent [Y/n]'s face a hundred shades of red.
"But you could shine even more. I'll show you how. Come on."
With that said, the idol gently lets go of her hand and retreated his body back. He hung his head down, the fedora he's wearing made it impossible for the girl to see his expression. This made [Y/n] curious by his statement as she patiently waited for the male to speak further while tilted her head to the side in confusion.
"Let's enter the world of adults together," Reiji proclaimed, slowly raising his head and his gray eye that wasn't covered by his brown hair staring intently at her.
The seriousness of his voice sent a shiver down [Y/n]'s spine with her eyes wide as saucers and cheeks regaining back its red hue from earlier. She had her mouth parted agape while Reiji's words swirled inside her mind. She was speechless all right.
After examining her reaction, the brunette reverted back to his usual cheerful self and chuckled. "Sorry, sorry."
It took [Y/n] a moment before snapping back to reality. She huffed and pouted, crossing her arms childishly. "Please stop teasing me, Rei-nii. And for your information, I'm still 16 years old; I'm no adult."
Reiji only chuckled further. "I can't help it. It's really fun to tease you and you're cute when you pout~"
[Y/n]'s pout remained as she stood firm on her spot. Her arms were still crossed over her chest whilst a pink tint appeared once again on her cheeks. She was thoroughly embarrassed by Reiji's teasing and compliments. Sometimes she couldn't know what the brunette was thinking--he can be serious or joking at the same time. But nevertheless, that personality of his attracted her attention successfully.
"Jokings aside..." once the idol finally stopped his chuckles, he flashed her the widest smile he could ever muster. "You are the first and last thing on my mind each and every day, [N/n]-chan!"
Her pink blush immediately burst to a deeper shade of red at his confession. Her heart was pounding really hard against her ribcage and she swore she could feel butterflies fluttering in her stomach.
"Let me sing a song for you, [N/n]-chan~" he winked at her.
And without waiting for her to reply, he started to sing the upbeat song she had made for him.
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Reiji finished the song as his voice lingered longer through the halls. He still had the usual smile on his face while watching the girl's reaction. Surely enough, this brought her out of her trance as she responded with a smile on her own.
"How's it, [N/n]-chan?"
"It's great, Rei-nii!" she praised while throwing herself into him.
"Whoah! Careful there, kiddo~" Reiji chuckled and caught her in his embrace, wrapping his arms around her waist.
"I can hear your heartbeat, Rei-nii."
"Yeah, you're right... Heartbeat," he muttered, glancing at the fluorescent moon outside the window with a gentle smile on his lips. "Ore no yoko ni heartbeat, beat, beat~♡"
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reading update: july 2023
I don't have a cool and witty opening for this one. I read a fuck of a lot of books this month and I want to tell you about them LET'S GO
Black Water Sister (Zen Cho, 2021) - Black Water Sister has a very fun premise: a closeted lesbian and unemployed recent graduate moves back to Malaysia with her parents and is already having a bad enough time when she starts hearing the voice of her dead grandmother, who turns out to have been deeply involved in supernatural organized crime. our hapless protagonist becomes a medium against her will, and has to navigate to world of Malaysian spirits and superstition to lay her grandma to rest. unfortunately the actual style of the story wasn't more me; although definitely adult fiction, the prose is breezy in a way I affiliate strongly with YA, which is not to my personal taste but is still so hashtag valid. if you're one of the countless people trying to make that jump from YA to adult fiction and you like queer urban fantasy then Black Water Sister might be a great fit for you, although I should provide a warning for a pretty surprisingly graphic near-rape in the book's climax that really took me by surprise in a story that's otherwise pretty zany in its violence.
The Bride Test (Helen Hoang, 2019) - I think I said last month that Alexis Hall's A Lady for a Duke was the best so far of the romance-novel-every-month scheme I'm trying to pull off this year. the Bride Test has pretty swiftly displaced it; have I finally discovered the really good romance novels? (worry not; I know what I'm reading for August and my hopes are. low.) our two protagonists, Mỹ/Esme (her chosen American/English name) and Khai, are both genuinely charming and are pretty strong characters independent of each other, which cannot be said for A Lot of romance protags. despite the absolute insanity of how they met (yes, Khai's mother went to Vietnam and offered, uneducated a poor single mother a tourist visa in exchange for trying to seduce her autistic son. yes, that's shady. don't think about it too hard) and Esme waiting until WAY too late in the game to reveal the existence of HER LIVING HUMAN CHILD, I liked this book a lot. it's silly and heartfelt and I had fun; what else do you need? 5/5 eggplant emojis.
Giovanni's Room (James Baldwin, 1956) - there's probably nothing I can say about Giovanni's Room that I could say that someone smarter and gayer hasn't already said, but god. it really is breathtaking. I so often see this book talked about as a gay tragedy, and honestly that feels like almost too glib of a description. it's a really meticulous dissection of white male masculinity and the claustrophobic constraints there of, and our narrator's claustrophobic fear of divesting himself from the power that he's entitled to by virtue of being a white American man perceived as a heterosexual. this man would rather live in repressed misery for his entire life than risk being like those effeminate faggots at the gay club, but spoiler alert! being miserable doesn't make you better than your fellow fags; it just means you're miserable AND a fag. sharp and painful and so so so smart. also I'm going to summon @zaricats because I was supposed to tell you what I thought about this book. oops!
Lone Women (Victor LaValle, 2023) - okay so listen. did I just say Black Water Sister wasn't really for me because of the simplistic prose? yes. did I really enjoy the very sparse, straightforward style of Lone Women? also yes. leave me alone, I contain contradictions. anyway, Lone Women is a ripping piece of historical fiction spliced with supernatural secrets, based on LaValle's research into 19th century Black women homesteaders who made their lives in Montana. LaValle opens on a scene of irresistible intrigue - Adelaide Henry, lone woman, sets out for Montana with a mysteriously heavy trunk after burning down her family's California farm with her parents' mutilated corpses inside. and boy, does it escalate from there! it's a story about isolation and community and the people who are failed by so-called close knit small towns, and the ways in which vulnerable people band together to protect one another. it also makes the compelling point that maybe, just maybe, the real monsters were your local transphobe and her husband's lynch mob all along.
Black Disability Politics (Sami Schalk, 2022) - what a cool book! Schalk's argument begins with the idea that Black disability politics are distinct from predominantly white mainstream disability politics, and are therefore often overlooked in conversation, activism, and academia. Schalk analyzes the historical work of the Black Panthers and the National Black Women's Health Project to showcase what she describes as Black disability politics in action. in Schalk's conception, Black disability politics take a much more holistic approach to disability, conceptualizing as just one form (and, frequently, as a result of) of oppression tangled up with a myriad of others that cannot be meaningfully addressed when they're treated as separate issues. the book concludes in interviews with contemporary Black disability activists and organizers that shed light on ways in which the wider movement is often unwelcoming to folks of color, and an exhortation from Schalk for readers to continue the conversation well beyond the confines of the book. in a killer show of praxis, the entire book has been made available to read in PDF form, and I strongly recommend giving it a look!
The River of Silver (S.A. Chakraborty, 2022) - mentally I am kicking myself a little for waiting so long to read this continuation of my beloved Daevabad trilogy, because it did take me a minute to get back into the swing and mythology of the world and that did make me feel unpleasantly like I wasn't appreciating these character-focused short stories as much as I could be. but even having said that - man! fuck I love the world of Daevabad, and I adore these characters so much. getting to see them again, even briefly, was a delight, and I am once again congratulating Nahri and Ali on being the invention of heterosexual romance. (also, on a related note, but I ADORE the way Chakraborty writes her characters having crushes. they crush SO hard and it's very sweet. these books are such big drama all the way down.)
Men We Reaped (Jesmyn Ward, 2013) - an absolute powerhouse of a memoir, and devastating the whole way down. in Men We Reaped Ward attempts to make sense of a series of tragedies that befell her community when five young Black men - beginning with Ward's younger brother - died between 2000 and 2004. the word 'unflinching' is hopelessly played out, but it's difficult to figure out how to describe the head-on way Ward explores each young man's life and ultimate end and her own upbringing. the men in Ward's history - her brother, the friends she lost, her father and other male relatives - are never idealized; their demons, miseries, infidelities, addictions, and violence are placed on full display. but Ward is also insistent on displaying these men with dignity, compassion, empathy; showing them at their best and, most importantly, as men who were loved and deserved better than the violence that poverty and racism wrought on them. it's a furious memoir, one that will leave you mourning too.
Nimona (ND Stevenson, 2015) - did I only read this so I can make more informed complaints if/when I end up watching the netflix movie with my wife? YES. but listen, it wasn't JUST petty hater behavior. Nimona is just really good, and I think I got a lot more out of it this time around that I did when I first read it years ago. this comic is wild and unfettered and so spectacularly weird; I wish more things felt the way Nimona does. I also with more things starred small girls begging to kill cops and stage a violent overthrow of the government, that rules hard. also man I love Ballister, he's SUCH a good protagonist. he's curmudgeonly, he's deeply principled, he's held a grudge for years, he's paternal, he's even gay. what a guy!
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beann-e · 2 years ago
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Often times people always say how ‘ those who pretend they hate each other are actually just in love and don’t know how to show it ‘.
There are some days when you wish this were the case. When you wish that your hate for sunghoon wasnt as deep as it is now.
You wish that the both of you could come to an agreement that youre just wildly in love with each other. That instead of wanting to break his face in with your fist you would want to do it with your mouth in a long lasting kiss.
You deeply wish that everytime you yell at him it wouldnt be in a fit of rage but, in a cry of desperation to be loved but no you
“ —hate him “ you screamed as you drove your fist into jungwons chest repeatedly. “ I — I really really hate him won “
The black haired male staring straight ahead almost as if he was oblivious to the balled up fist that were pounding against his chest close to his heart. Tounge poking the inside of his cheek before his hands came up to wrap around your wrist.
Your eyes looking into his when you felt the defining grip of his thin fingers on your wrist. Mouth opening a bit when he flicked his eyes over your creased eyebrows before dropping to land on your own.
“ listen “ his voice sending shivers through your body as he sucked his teeth his own eyebrows furrowing the same as yours “ I can understand that really I can “
Apparent annoyance drawn ln his face as if it a white board “ but what I cant understand is your need to punch me “ he spit “ im not pretty boy — ok—im the leader — im an adult now y/n? “
Grip feeling a bit tighter “ im lost have we just forgotten that along the way or ? What huh ? “
Your mouth wide open as his face got closer to yours “ come on speak up ? You do it enough when sunghoon says something so why cant you do it now ? Like I said before im not one to throw my title around — all im saying is— im lost “
Small gasps leaving your mouth feeling his breath nearly collide with your own. Before letting out a small squeak at the next words that flowed into the room. A shiver moving through your body when you didnt see jungwons lips move “ yeah — how about we catch up because similar to yang here im a bit lost on why the pretty girl is in his arms and not mine “
Your eyes slowly moving over to the tall male leaning against the doorway. Arms folded a slight smirk on his face as he locked the door behind him picking up his duffle bag on the floor and walking over to the two people standing in his room.
Finger lightly grazing your arm as your body tried to flinch back but unable to from the tight hold of jungwons hands still latched to your wrist
“ you miss me that much princess or am I just lucky to walk in on such a sight tonight “ a wide smile spreading across his lips as his mouth came to your ear “ you wouldnt dare be snitching on me right ? “
Your body freezing at the implication for your visit mind racing trying to figure out what you actually were here for in the first place until you felt cold hands on your shoulder and a single breathe of a word in your ear “ y/n “
A small hm leaving you before he laughed “ did you come here for a “ he shook his head in confusion “ what did we agree to call it again ? Was it a massage ? “ he laughed “ did you come here for a massage princess ? “
eyes flicking over to jungwons suspecting ones “ shes been a bit tense lately so ive been helping her out its ok you can go back to what you were doing Yang “
“ why the hell would I allow her in your room at this time of night “
“ why wouldnt you ? “ he cocked his head to the side as if challenging the younger boy in front of him “ you are the leader right ? “
He shook his head as his lip jutted out “ so in what world would you not trust those under you ? Or as you like to say those older the you with your little sister ? Your mature hyungs? “
Jungwons eyebrows twitching as he stared at you not wanting to lock eyes with sunghoon. He in no way wanted to seem disrespectful but, he had questions about the two of you.
You hated each other.
He knew you hated each other
So why was he having the hardest time deciding on if he should listen to his hyung and leave you two alone or to take you along with him. He knew this decision would just come back and bite him in his ass when he got scolded for the mess you two would make in the argument you were bound to get into as soon as he left the room.
“ jungwon “ you let out softly a small smile gracing your lips “ its ok “
“ it’s not— you two will fight and I’ll be left to get in trouble you two never do I always receive the backlash from management “ he shook his head hand running down his face in exhaustion “ and from grandma……youre not even suppose to be here y/n — press would throw a fit of happiness if they catch you here “
“ but its my choice — my decision “ your eyes flicking to the dark ones near your neck “ my ex “
Jungwon nodding his head softly as he licked his lips slowly loosening the grip on your wrist before letting out a soft sorry rubbing your wrist slightly “ I’ll leave you two but “ his finger waving at you knowing you were the only one who would actually listen“ if grandma finds out about this I was knocked out thanks to the jet lag ok“
Nodding your head as you watched him suck his teeth mumbling under his breath as he grabbed his phone and made his way out of the hotel room leaving you to the quiet and long sigh that sunghoon let out against your neck “ I really — really — really hate you “
“ awe baby you know it hurts me when you say that “
Your face falling in sadness at the claim “ so? “ he spoke softly the room seeming to close in on itself “ you flew here for me ? “
“ sunghoon— “‘
“ did you fly here for me “
“ sunghoon no I saw — “
“ regardless “ he whisper yelled eyes glued to the floor as his fist tightned at your sides sides “ fuck all that — did you fly here for me “
Your eyebrows still stuck in the furrow they held from earlier a small puff of air leaving your mouth as your face turned and eyes traveled across his face “ no “ the air growing cold “ no hoon I didnt “
You shook your head sadly knowing him like the back of your hand “ I didnt sunghoon — not this time “
“ and whats so different this time huh ? “ his nails digging into his palms as he took a step back “ whats so different now compared to every other time “
Your eyes shutting in a blink “ what ? Is it that you don’t love me anymore huh ? You don’t care about me ? What if im high off my ass y/n ? You wont fly to sober me up anymore huh ? “ his voice starting to get a bit louder
“ if I get food positioning ? You wont rub my back when I spill my fucking guts over the toilet seat anymore huh ? “
His body shaking “ whats so different about this tim— “
“ sunghoon im getting married “
HIs mouth opening a bit at your words hands relaxing a bit from the attack that was happening on his palms “ i just came to deliver the invitation “ but— hah— you cant — you literally cant “
“ I am “
“ youre an actor “
“ yes and youre an idol “ a sigh leaving your mouth “ I thought we went over our occupations when we first met “
“ you cant get married— you cant even date your fans will— “
“ my fans already know hoon “
“ they ? They know “
You shook your head as his heart broke into pieces throughout the entirety of your relationship together , if you could Even call it that , he was never shown off.
Something that was Hard to endure for someone like him , a person who got off on being talked about , he enjoyed endless conversations and compliments but only when you were behind closed doors…
It was a bit harder to enjoy them the way he wanted but now here you are with the word husband and yeonjuns pretty face to match on a wedding invitation card.
“ but y/n”
“ no—- I didn’t come for anything else and I promised jun I would only come for closure nothing other then that “
“ and y/n I understand that and trust me I was an ass—“
“ hole yes we know but, I’ve heard it all before I don’t need to talk to you anymore I found closure in just knowing you were Invited “ a small smile playing on your face “ I know if I hadn’t have come here you would’ve lied to press and said you weren’t invited and I can’t have my brother dealing with our personal drama “
“Y/n I— “
“ you have nothing to say that you haven’t already and quite honestly I’m tired of the same old phrases whenever I try to leave this toxic situation for something better “
“ but y/n this is differ- “
“ no it’s just like all the times before “ you sigh moving to grab your bag and walking to the front door “ you just never remember you’ve said it because you’re high off your ass and you just don’t want me to leave “
“ y/n i do mean it this time really i do I — “ your hand twisting the knob and closing the door behind you as you softly let out a small sentence tears knocking on your closed lids praying to be free.
“ —love you “
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BL Wishes
My List of things and Plots that I Would Like to See In BL
FIRST: Rapid Fire Specific Drama Edition:
Big Dragon S2: I need it, I need it now and I need at least one kinky scene with MossBank because I have not forgotten about the lack of kinky sex in s1. I know it's going to focus on a new couple but I need at least one sexy kinky time with them please and thank you.
I need Minato Coin Laundry s2 not to break them up, or have stupid cheating plots. (The bar is in hell)
I need both Domundi (The Next Prince, Naughty Babe, Love Upon a Time, Middleman) and Taiwan (I forgot the names of announced shows but it's in my blog somewhere) Line Ups to come to me and I need it now. Especially Taiwan.
I need Make A Wish to be more available, I could only find it with Italian Subs, I didn't watch it yet, but the ending seems to be hinting at a season 2 and at the possiblity of a poly ending (or at least a love triangle) so I need other people to be able to watch it as well.
The HIstory franchise needs to get its shit together and start producing more and better shows. Like for all of it's fault I did like History 4 and History 5 was fine. But I need more, I need them to do 2 shows again, I don't want them to "fine" I want them to go all out. Go Crazy. Just don't kill gays again.
Now More Generic BL Wishes:
VAMPIRES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Just give me vampires, maybe even some werewolves. I need it, I know that we have Mafia BLs but I want Vampire BL god damn it!!!! The main four actors of Cutie Pie would be great a Vampire-Werewolf BL. And I know Fluke Natouch would be great as a Vampire as well (he was in 2015 movie playing a human to vampire co-lead). I also think Earth Cooheart would be great as a Vampire. And MossBank, they would be great in a werewolves pair.
Speaking of Fluke Natouch and Earth Cooheart I need both of them to get more adult and darker roles. I need Cooheart to be allowed to be a little sexy, and I know Fluke would do a darker powerful role justice, I want him to be in a role where he bringes "bigger" man to their knees. I want to see him covered in blood (I say this with love)
POLYCULE with the main four actors of Cutie Pie. This is entairly @respectthepetty's fault. I saw the MaxZee posts on her blog and and It send me down a rabbit hole. By the way did you know there are no true polycule fanfic of the four of them, there is something, but not true polycule and never with Lian and Yi as a pair. Truly no one knows these characters they way @respectthepetty knows them.
Also @respectthepetty's fault for putting this in my head: Domundi Line Up Mash Up. Bad Friend and Middleman Ship meet Cutie Pie and Naughty Babe's ships. In one big BL. The idea is now in my head and it's glorious. Let's Do It!!
Choco Milk Shake Thair Remake but Poly this time. Not sure what trio could do this, but I need it.
LET GUN KISS SOMEONE WHO IS NOT OFF. Listen I realize that OffGun are probably GMMTV best pair branding, and I know that both Off and Gun are going to bank on this pair and be settled for life. I don't even need Gun to be in an endgame ship with another actor, I just need him to kiss another male actor. Not Me would have been the best scenario because of the twins situation. But they didn't go there, and I will never forgive them for that.
Related to Number 5, I had this idea for a plot with an OffGun endgame ship, that started with Gun's character being in a relationship with Sing (because I am still mad about ToddBlack - Listen they have baited us twice with GunSing kiss I need this now) who cheats on him and Gun has to move out and finds an appartmant with Off's character and maybe another roomate played by Tay because I love the Tay/Off dynamic. We would get scenes with Gun and Sing together, showings us flashbacks and stuff but also an OffGun endgame. WIN WIN!!
I need more shows with parents that are in the murky gray area between full acceptance and abusive, I need them not to change their mind at the end and I need a realistic exploration of what it means for a queer person to have parents in that gray area, I want them to question if it's worth it to have to be one that is keeping that realtionship alive. I am also loving the trend of dramas dealing with homophobia and I need to see more of it. I don't want it in all my BLs far from it, but I do like when BL goes there.
More disable characters in BL, preferably by disable actor's but this is a streach so, I just need more disability in BL.
And more actually fat characters, not like Jao in SCOY (which I Love, but calling him fat, felt like a bit of a strech)
And Obviously more GLs and more masc women in GL
I think that's it. Those are the major ones. Feel free to share your thoughts on your own wishes or if you agree or disagree with any of my ideas.
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frogsandfries · 5 months ago
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So this Mr Beast thing
I'm weeeelllll over the age of eighteen, so Mr Beast has only occasionally come into my internet periphery. Unfortunately, my family really likes popping into walmart for everything, so it's felt hard to escape the brand. Still, for the most part, I've been able to avoid it.
Look, I'm just not into that reality garbage or the casual, walking around your life 24/7 with a camera shoved in your face like anyone cares. I watch probably more youtube than is healthy (well, I listen to a lot more than I actually watch; I've trained my brain that youtube time is art time), but it's usually long-form edutainment--Casual Criminalist comes readily to mind. Stephanie Soo, Kendall Rae, Prickly Alpaca. Stuff like that. One part true crime, one part art--be that sketchbooks, crochet, sculpting.
It's been a while since I've had any kind of (semi) internet drama put right there in front of me, but watching Rosanna Pansino of all people (another youtube personality that I didn't keep up with when she changed direction) concerned and calling out some Mr Beast bullshit (surprised?) got me to just dip the tippiest of my toe into whatever the fuck is going on over there. No, I'm not going to watch his shit. Luckily, there are plenty of people who've already done that and more.
One of the videos I watched has me unsurprised. Like, I figured there was something fishy about a man who just gIvEs AwAaAAayYy SoOOooo mUcH mOnEy; like, bullshit. Where the fuck is he getting aAalLlL tHiiISss MoNeEyYy?
I'm not sure what I wanted to accomplish by bringing this up. I guess it really bothers me to feel like someone is just casually getting away with preying on children on such a vast platform like this. And this isn't even getting into the accusations that there are at least a few people on his team who are doing more than training children to become gamblers, and beg for candy. But.....who do you tell? It also bothers me that......like, this guy's whole thing is directed at that under-eighteen market, maayyybeee 20-25 white males. It's not a secret. I don't even have to watch his shit to know this. And the first things that he does when developing merchandise and trying to branch out his income streams......is pop up fast food....and candybars???
As someone who was already well and fully an adult when he became popular--and an adult of his peerage, no less--I just never liked him. I know it's rich to say, but I would never have let my child watch his content just based on his face lol and I say that, but the older I get, the better I feel a face is a great way to just Know someone. There's a lot to be said for one's eyes and the way one uses one's face muscles; even before we get into the things that they say and do and who their audience is. It's also hard to describe. I know the common adage is to never judge a book by its cover, but can you really tell me, after interacting with way too many people who use their face in a similar way--again, it's hard to describe, but it's really in the eyes--that my predator radar isn't critical to listen to? That some time wouldn't be saved by trusting my gut? After all, I am the self-proclaimed worst at listening to my gut.
And then there's the way he talks on interviews. He's just so goddamn fucking disrespectful of his audience; like, I'm clearly not of the cleanest language, I don't have an inherent problem with swearing or cussing or whatever you want to call it. That's not the problem; the problem is the full language that he uses, the way he thinks that use of language in regards to his audience, kind of "behind their backs", off of his own channel, where maybe less of his audience is going to think to look for him. He's an all-round fucking predator. I get the feeling he feels like the smartest man in the room, but he's fucking weak because he has to prey on children.
Anyway, I don't even want to know what this bullshit is that he's up to now. I don't want to feel even more helpless; like, what am I really going to be able to do? Call the police? I have no idea. The guy has never been kosher; it's fucking weird for a grown adult to be making basically reality TV aimed at children. There's a reason TV reality TV is never aimed at children: Children don't understand how it isn't real. I mean, honestly, even as a teen, it's a little difficult to parse exactly how it isn't real; furthermore, a lot of older adults don't quite seem to grasp it either. But at least adults should have the wherewithal to either research into it or change the channel.
Additionally, the whole illegal gambling thing that he does, the just blurting out shit like "oh we'll give away x to y in the next five minutes" and he rarely ever does. It also looks a fuckin lot to me like he "gives away" these rewards to other youtubers so that other audiences will trust their favorite youtubers right back into Mr Beast's grasp. If Joe Schmoe off the street got one of these cool rewards, he wouldn't have a camera in his face; how would we know Joe Schmoe got this cool prize?? How could Mr Beast monetize Joe No-Camera Schmoe?!?!?
Honestly, I'm glad the channels I watch on youtube would never have anything to do with this predator, because I think I'd have to block those channels.
Okay, here's a challenge for you, I guess. If you see this and you or anyone in your family watches this predator, block him. Boycott him. Dry up his predatory revenue streams. Ignore him. Force him to go the fuck away.
And if you have no idea what the fuck I'm talking about, stay beautiful.
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mysticmistral · 10 months ago
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Dragon ball was one of the only thing my brother and I bonded over growing up. The dislike for one another wasn’t mutual all the time, but we were children. But every Saturday, we’d wake up at noon to watch Dragon Ball Z Kai and Yu-Gi-Oh on TV. We’d get the games for PS2, PS3, PS4. We’d get the boxes of seasons from the original Dragon Ball, Z, GT, the movies. I never watched Super, and as adults now he’s much more into it now than I am.
Dragon Ball inspired my art in the beginning. I remember not drawing characters with eyebrows cause Dragon Ball characters eyebrows were always attached to their eyes. I still draw ocs to this day and I’d love to draw the characters but all of them are muscular and I can’t draw that. I listen to the ending songs, I play the games on and off. I thank Akira Toriyama for getting me into anime and introducing me to my favorite characters.
Krillin who is by far the best friend in that group. From Namek onward he could have said Nah and he had full right to, he had no business to stand against the androids. In a team of Super Saiyans and Alien’s everyone human pretty much left, but he always stayed for his friends.
Vegeta, Prince of all Saiyans, the first male Tsundere was a ruthless fighter. Vaporized millions, killed his own comrade who’s been with him since childhood. Even on Earth his path to becoming a better person, the family man we know him as, was not at all smooth and I always loved that. Unlike the others in the Z-Gang, his path wasn’t quick slightly rocky, it had ups and down and growth to become a man willing to die for his home and family.
Piccolo, who changed to become one of the best hearted characters in the series, from a demon king to a defender of Earth and its people. Who stays by the bloodline he was born to end. Teaching Gohan, even Pan if what I know about Super is correct. He definitely wasn’t the best person in the beginning, but he grew to be my favorite character of all of them for what he was to who he is now.
I have my grievances with Dragon Ball, from how characters are treated, to how everything seems to be just about transformations, to such high stakes like Gods and Universe ending tournaments, same face syndrome, but I love Dragon Ball. Many lives wouldn’t be the same without its creation. 68 is much too soon for such a legend to pass on, I hope you can say Hello to Kazuo Takahashi.
Rest in Peace Toriyama.
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dollarbin · 1 year ago
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Shakey Sundays #7:
Old Ways
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A couple of years back my son had a big announcement after a week of summer camp counseling: they "were in a relationship."
Young love, isn't it sweet? I still experience it daily: Neil Young love, that is.
My son and this other kid were cute together, but most importantly their relationship led me to my copy of Neil Young's utterly mediocre 85 country record Old Ways.
Here's how it happened: my son's new love had a younger brother with a record collection. That brother saw my own hoard one day and took note of all my Neil Young. A few hours later he told me, quite smugly, "I've got a Neil Young record you don't own."
You're not supposed to swear at young people, even when they make dumb comments. So I chortled. Chortling is not swearing, but it stood in for a tempting retort based on a male cow's capacity for defecation.
"Listen, young one," I replied sagely. "I own every Neil Young album on vinyl between 66 and 89 with just one exception, plus Weld, Sleeps with Angels and a few other of Neil's titles besides, including several of the most important bootlegs in history. Either you are pulling my aching, middle-aged leg, or you own the only copy of The Monsanto Years anyone ever bought, which would be weird, or you are experiencing a momentary lapse in reason which adults call confusion."
Did I actually say that? Of course not; I don't live in a poorly written Wes Anderson film. I just chortled, heartily, and said, "yeah, right. Which one?"
"I don't know what it's called," said the kid. "But it's not in your collection. There's an old guy on the cover walking down a road, out in nature or something. I've never actually listened to it. I love Stephen Sills, and I don't think he's even on that record."
We were driving when this conversation occurred. I gripped the wheel in rage, and asked if the record was called Old Ways. That was the only hole in my collection prior to the 90's and on its cover Neil Young, not an old guy, (he was way younger than I am now in 85) does indeed walk down a country road.
The kid thought Old Ways sounded like the title. I controlled my breathing in Jedi fashion, setting aside envy and rage: the dark side that way lies. Then I demanded explanations. Where had he got it? Why? With whom? Wherefore? Was he sure he really owned Old Ways? I'd been searching for that record for years. For god sake, how much has he paid? Four dollars!!! Holy freakin' baby jesus.
Once I'd calmed myself down I started to wrestle with how to ethically steal the record from the kid. There was surely some way to do it without winding up a Sith lord. After all, I'd been patiently waiting to stumble across Old Ways for decades. I'd passed up Japanese import CD copies throughout the 90's and cassette versions in record store pickle barrels ever since. But the moment I learned some punk ass kid owed it I (very covertly) freaked out.
(He was not actually a punk ass kid; he was actually pretty cool; we'll chalk up his Stephen Stills preferences to the innocence of youth; after all, his prized possession was a reissued version of Buckingham/Nicks and when he told me that Lindsey Buckingham was the greatest guitar player in history my chortles turned to snorts, then resolve. The poor kid needed my help.)
"Listen, Harold," I said to him. (No, of course that wasn't his name. This was like four full years ago: I have no idea whatsoever what he was named.) "Old Ways is not a record you need in your collection. It's reserved for people like me who already own all of Neil's other records. He made it in the 80's during a midlife crisis. You should really listen to everything else he's ever made first. Well, except for those records he made with Promise of the Real."
(The kid got excited when I mentioned Promise of the Real Salami; he'd heard they were, like, totally the new Dead.)
"Listen," I told the kid, calculating madly. "I'll do you a favor. Let's swap: I'll give you a few vital records I have from Neil's catalog in exchange; I've got stuff you gotta hear. It will get you past this Buckingham / Stills phase in no time. Don't worry, I've got you covered."
I found this to be the greatest, most benevolent offer in the history of fathers dealing with their children's significant others' baby brothers. I was proud of myself, and as soon as we got back to my house I settled down before my altar of Neil and began pulling a few titles for Hubert, all the while inwardly drooling at the prospect of finally owning one of Neil's least important records.
I came up with dollar bin duplicates copies of Time Fades Away, Harvest and, for good measure, a truly battered Sergeant Pepper. After all, young Hank needed all the help he could get. Then, in a fit of outrageous generosity, I added Fairport Convention's double album greatest hits package, Chronicles, to the stack. Why merely be generous, I reasoned, when I could literally change a young man's life in a fundamental, uplifted fashion? I was like the messiah of white, male, teenage record collecting. God was surely nodding, impressed. And Obi-Wan. And Neil.
Harvey was floored. "You really don't want any of these?" he asked. "Wow! I've never even heard of Fairport Convention. There's no way this Richard Thompson guy you talk about is as good as Buckingham or Stills, but I'll listen; I will. I'll give it a real chance. Wow. Thanks mister!"
"No problem, young Heath," I replied stoically, all the while trembling with my own covert vinyl expectations. "And when we get back to your place you can give me that copy of Old Ways. You don't need that record taking up space on your shelf."
It was at the moment that young Haribald showed his teenage genius, his adolescent savvy, his young spunk.
"Oh yeah, about that," Handy murmured. "I think I want to hang on to that record, you know, give it a listen. But thanks for all these great new titles!"
When you are a grizzled old man like me, your bald spot shimmering and your days old stumble ashen in color, and what's more, when you are a high school teacher and principal, you are not allowed to throttle the young. It's simply not allowed. Nor can you renege on deals involving records you didn't really need in the first place. So I swallowed my rage, held all my force lightening unfurled within me and received nothing from Hedwig in return for a true treasure trove of vinyl.
And so, right now, as we speak, young Harrison is probably grooving to Illegal Stills, his copy of Old Ways long forgotten midst the flotsam and jetsam of a teenager's existence. And me? I'm at home listening to the overpriced copy of Old Ways that I broke down and bought on Discogs after that whole grim affair.
But, hello, you ask, what is there to know about the album? I suppose I owe you some thoughts on the actual record. Well, it is just as unimportant and marginal as I claimed to begin with. Like I told young Henrik, it's an album you only need after you've got everything else in the Shakeyverse up to the year 2007 or so.
But I suppose to deserve something more than that after reading all this, so here you go:
In the 80's Young wanted to make a straight country record; in 85, on his second attempt, Young did so. 7.4 million different musicians appear on the record. David Geffen seethed as a result; everyone else shrugged. You should listen to the live album from the era instead, entitled A Treasure. It's alternatively silly, bizarre and awesome: pure Shakey.
There's just one track from the record that is consistently interesting. It's about people like me, like you, like Shakey: you know, Misfits:
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Young Hue's sibling no longer dates my son. But those two kids are good, and I hope you are too. And I sincerely hope you are not like the poor lady Neil's wacko song, who receives care from a hotel doctor, with nurse and stethoscope, after a sneezing attack. That sounds rough. And weird. For her there's no hope.
What's more, I hope you never get shafted by some savvy teen over a copy of Old Ways. It's a record only a few of us need, at all costs, on our shelf.
Cheers everyone.
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superman--yoosung · 1 year ago
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hi! i'm aurora, i prefer males in a genshin matchup, i'm straight, and i go by she/her
i would like to be matched with adult characters from genshin impact
i like music (i play like piano, cello, ukulele, etc but i also love listening to music), i love making friends, and i like doing anything fun (involves going to like amusement parks or arcades). i love !!!! sleeping, lots of people tend to think im super hyper all the time but tbh all i want to do is sleep !! i like drawing, dissecting animals, i like observing ppl and essentially psychoanalyzing them, i like debating controversial topics for the giggles (playing the devil's advocate my beloved), i like sending people cursed images, and i like flirting w/ people (platonically most of the time). i love cheese ! ! and i like noodles a lot <3<3 my fav drink ever is either iced coffee or like cranberry juice bc both of them are actually amazing
i hate worms. like i actually despise them. i don't like eating most vegetables (spinach is good), i dislike math because its boring, i dont like people who are close-minded and dont consider all the perspectives of a situation, i dont like bananas, i dont like watermelons, i dont like 3-spiked forks, and that's abt it ! !
i'm kinda friendly to most ppl and i love meeting new people because it gives me opportunity to analyze someone new !! i come off as a lot more carefree and spontaneous, but underneath i observe ppl a lot and im like that one friend who knows more and is more mature than u'd think (lmao im also the advice friend while being the chaotic one). i was raised up religiously, but rn i'm agnostic! i somewhat believe in justice, however i believe justice isn't always the way to go because of how everyone has such different and conflicting views of moral and ethical laws! i believe in the pursuit to know more, and to always consider every kind of perspective.
lots of people and i think that id have a hydro vision? bc i have a messed up sense of justice but its still justice and i'm quite confident
i have like bad commitment issues ? i think that counts as a personal flaw, but yeah
i'm southeast asian & i have like black wavy hair that's like a lil bit longer than jaw-length ! lots of ppl have told me that i have an rbf and i look scary when they first meet me so yk !! if ur my friend or like kind of know me, i will always send you a cursed image and/or a pickup line because i have an entire long list of pickup lines saved in my notes app. i want to be a biomed engineer some day, biology is cool and engineering is too <3<3 tysm for this! love you
Hi aurora, hope you're having a good weekend!
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Your matchup is..........
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ALBEDO !!
The people of Mondstadt were well-acquainted with a somewhat odd sight in the City of Freedom's town square from time to time: that of the Chief Alchemist of the Knights of Favonius, standing near the Alchemy station, having a highly controversial debate with his lover.
Some would wonder why he entertained her points as anything more than a means to stir up trouble; but to those who cared to observe more keenly, it became abundantly clear that while Albedo was not the type to dismiss a hypothesis immediately, no matter the reasoning behind it, he simply favored opinions voiced by her.
The Spark Knight put it best: "If you like someone, you should always listen to what they have to say!"
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Albedo is always busy with work, but even so, he makes time to see you. (Unless he's up on Dragonspine... That distance can't be helped.) It is clear in the way he has your interests in mind, be it by inquiring about your studies, your music-making, or in the simple act of bringing a cup of iced coffee from your favorite local cafe.
Many an afternoon is spent sitting outside the local Mondstadt restaurants people-watching. Albedo listens intently as you voice your psycho-analyses aloud, and will accompany your thoughts with sketches if the individuals in question, or the scenery that day so you both might recall the discussion. He will voice his own observations, too; it will be fascinating to hear what conclusions you two reach! (And a little scary, for you're often too accurate.)
Albedo is not a highly musical person, but it is fascinating to him to discern pure talent from diligent practice. He'll undoubtedly find both in your musical pursuits, but will wonder which you think matters more in the long run. If this leads to a debate, even better - he loves stimulating discussion, especially with someone intelligent enough to keep up with him.
Unlike most people, you both let logic lead true fights, which is why they become quite nasty as you pick each other apart, flaw by flaw. Eventually, one of you will step away to cool off, and when you next discuss it, you'll have to let emotions dictate where to go from there. Seeing the situation through the other's eyes, it becomes easier to find a suitable solution. Luckily, these fights rarely occur due to your practical natures, and have only strengthened your relationship.
The cursed images you choose to show to Albedo will need to be explained. (Like Cyno's jokes, only with detailed visual descriptions, too.) Once he understands the context, he'll find them extremely humorous, Whether you still do or not... Well, at least his reactions are equally amusing to you!
Your Hydro will Crystallize with his Geo, so you will always have shields to buffer you during battles. His elegant style complements your sharp-moving one well - your movements together are very fluid.
Albedo was initially attracted to you for your intellectual mind, and found in you a kindred soul who viewed the world of Teyvat in much the same way he did. If someone asked him now, though, he's have a harder time picking one thing that stands out the most. He loves your smile when you drop a cheesy pick-up line; he loves the look on your face when your fingers glide across the piano; he loves the way your eyes droop when you're feeling sleepy. In a way, all of those are testaments to how your mind works. Even so, Albedo would prefer to say thst his favorite thing about you is your least-favorite thing about yourself, for even that which you consider the lowest quality is worth only the highest of praise and devotion to him.
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~~I hope you enjoyed your matchup! I considered Scara for you also, but went with Albie. I had the worst time trying to get Tumblr to post this ask, it refused to do so!! Ugh. I apologize that it's shorter than others I do, I really don't know what it was Tumblr didn't like about this post... ;-;
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navree · 1 year ago
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Gotta agree with a lot of ur points. So many male actors out there that they didnt read/watch the source material of the character their playing and get no shit but the moment a female actress say that all hell breaks loose.
From what I have seen it seems like the problem most people have with her is how she spoke negatively about og snow white and its plot and themes and characters. And there was that whole thing with the drawfs (im not going into that rabbit hole).
Personally the girl seems nice. Its easy to see that shes new to the scene. And she seems to ramble (?) say things without thinking them through ( ppl call her a pr nightmare 💀) (apparently this has happened before). But overall she seems nice and lovely.
The only thing that i found a bit eye raising was her saying her costar on film who plays the prince can just be cut out of the movie which was a bit ??? Though i can tell she didn't mean this badly or negatively (atleast i hope).
The thing that's so baffling to me is we've had people actively hating the source material of the movie/TV show they're adapting and most everyone was fine with it. Robert Pattinson (my beloved) spent nearly his entire time in the Twilight franchise actively hating everything his character did and every plotpoint in the books and the movies, and nobody batted an eye. But now Rachel said something about this movie nobody's even seen yet and isn't even done filming and it's World War 3? What?
The thing to me is that, OK, she said something that was perceived as disparaging to the original movie. So? Maybe she said that the plot wasn't that interesting or that the characters are flat or the themes basic to nonexistent, beyond the fact that she wouldn't be wrong to say any of that because it's all true (no shade if you like that movie, but it is a bit basic compared to even other classic Disney movies like Cinderella or Sleeping Beauty, and it makes sense that it's flat because, again, it was the first of the Disney animated movies that would solidify its brand), but genuinely: who cares? Literally who cares if a Disney movie of almost a hundred years old is being lightly disparaged for two minutes? Why are you (not you anon, but the collective you, the royal we type of you) so upset about it? Is your identity so desperately and intrinsically tied into the concept of 1937's Snow White and the Seven Dwarves as created by the Walt Disney company that the lightest critique is tantamount to a personal attack?
Listen, I get having strong feelings about favorite movies, even favorite Disney movies. My favorite movie of all time is most likely The Lion King, I find it a practically perfect film and beyond my enjoyment, it is something that's fundamentally tied into my relationship with my father in a way only he and I share, I get having an emotional connection to these kinds of movies even as an adult. But if y'all are pitching a hissy fit because Rachel might be pulling an RPatz, that's for you to sort out with a responsible adult, or in therapy, not go and be gross on Twitter for no reason.
Also again, this movie has not come out yet, it's not even finished filming, we can't be doing discourse about something literally only partially completed, it's like complaining you know a cake is gonna taste bad because you put it in the oven five minutes ago and it still looks like mostly batter.
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