#Anyway; the main point people are loud about doesn't bother me as much as. Other stuff

[raifuujin]

Eventually I'll write my thoughts about stuff from the now long confirmed movie spoilers and manga events. Most of it would probably be summed up with ranting about writing (more because of the manga, but also a little because of The movie Thing), and a little bit of pros and cons of it all as far as my opinion.

But at the end of it all, it'll really only change fandom as much as you allow it. Some people are personally unhappy, and that's fine. Many probably won't let it affect their fanworks, no different from any other work with various tweaks or even aus. If people do start harassing for stupid reasons, get some block buttons ready. If the new information encourages new story ideas, that's great!

I personally like juggling possibilities, I just don't like Gosho's use of ideas nowadays, so. -sighs and shrugs- Same old same old, I guess. Even if this time caused a lot bigger drama than usual because of valid concerns.

[kayetra-spade-queen]

You know what kinda bothers me after watching Arjun Prince of Bali for a while?

Throne of Bali depicting Arjun in a not so favorable light, despite the entire movie's whole purpose is to promote his then up and coming series.

And in the end, Bheem became the savior. Like, ok, it's originally a movie from Bheem's side of the series, but CB team making anyone else the hero instead of Bheem challenge (impossible).

Once again, I'm not here to bash on either shows; they're my favorite shows despite all things considered. It's just that I have to be in overanalyzing state at everything ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

Arjun's Introductory

Arjun's introduction is anything but nice. First glance, he was depicted as an arrogant prince who thinks he doesn't need help from other people just because he's the prince.

And lo and behold, he softened up after half of the movie.

Idk if it's just me being biased. But if it were me, if I want to introduce a character that I wanted to make a whole series about, and the movie was my promotion tactic, I'd give him more character that still holds true when he had the series.

Like, ok, the series was like 3 years after Throne of Bali timeline-wise (Arjun being 8 at TOB, then 11 at APOB), so I get that he grew up and matured up. But god forbid introducing a character in such a way.

Tanya & Zimmbu's Absence

What kinda irks me is the fact that Tanya doesn't exist. So does Zimmbu, and they're supposed to be Arjun's little sister and pet respectively.

What I assume is that Arjun's story is still half-baked when Throne of Bali was up. So instead of fleshing out the story and characters first, they just decided to go with whatever they have, and went along with the movie's release anyways.

Which, I guess they're chasing a deadline, so I guess I should cut them some slack. But still, excluding very crucial people from Arjun's life other than his parents that make up for more than half of his character is a bit much, no?

Bheem Being the Story's 'Savior'

I get it, it's Bheem's movie originally, so I get why putting Bheem on a spotlight more. But again, it's Arjun's movie at the end of the day, shouldn't it be reasonable that Arjun be the ultimate savior?

He's the crown prince for crying out loud, why did it shift to Bheem being a prince??

Which, I supposed because Bheem was a well-known figure already, in which if he's not the main hero, less people would take interest in the series.

But then again, another solution is to make both of them the ultimate saviors. But hey, I'm no Green Gold.

Now, it's time for me to tackle on a bit of kinda like a rewrite but not really. I'm just gonna list out that what I would like to be changed in the movie.

Involving Tanya and Zimmbu

I think involving Arjun's closest person and animal is detrimental for his character overall. Despite his personality, Arjun is a caring older brother and would actually put his sister first before him (which, ik in some cases Tanya came second, but that's because she just wanted to do what her brother was doing, but my point still stands for overall reasons).

Arjun would still be hostile towards Bheem and his friends, which would make sense because he doesn't know them, despite being the people his uncle trusted. I'd replaced his arrogance to just focusing on keeping his sister from harm's way. He'd keep her close at all times during the span of the movie until Arjun could slowly trust Bheem.

Arjun's Personality

I get that he's made to be the type to enjoy attention and limelight, and also a bit of competitive. But how did it turned to complete arrogance??

In the series, as far as I know, the only times Arjun ever used his title against someone was towards villains who's making havoc towards the kingdom, and Arjun have to use his title to let the villains know that their actions are acknowledged by the order. Arjun might've still be only a prince, but he's the eventual ruler, so his words also holds power despite his current position.

Once again, I'm using Arjun's caring big bro personality at play here (Arjun acted the same way to Khojo, and sometimes even Sankat). Realistically, I don't think Arjun would've cared much about getting attention from his people while his home is literally being under attack. His main focus should be at making sure the people who's still unaffected by the curse remains safe.

Arjun would still kept his distance from the gang for safety measures; he still doesn't trust them in fear that they might've had some ulterior motives behind their help that Arjun knew nothing about. His hostile attitude towards them was to keep himself, and his sister and pet safe from potential danger.

Arjun would keep Tanya entertained and maybe comfort her when she's getting homesick. She and Zimmbu are his only family left at the time, so keeping them close to him at all times was an absolute need for not just for them, but also for himself.

I think Arjun would soften up when Tanya gets more close with the others. Arjun is still close Indumati and trusts her because she is family, but Tanya getting really friendly with everyone else was kinda like a stepping stone for him to loosen up.

As Arjun began to soften up and trusts them, he'll be more friendlier to them.

And trusting Tanya with the others was a huge step for him into completely trusting them. Regardless of everything, Tanya was at the top of his priority, so trusting his sister's safety with them was huge.

Ending

What irks me most was at the end of everything, Bheem was the ultimate savior. Hello, is this movie supposed to promote Arjun or not??

When Bheem fell into the cracks and into the lava, Arjun would be following him in an attempt to save him from falling into the lava, but both ended up falling in anyways, but was saved regardless.

Bheem would be told that he still have many lives to save in the future, while Arjun would be told that as the prince of Bali and the eventual ruler of the kingdom, Arjun have the utmost responsibility to keep the kingdom from harm, and possibly foreshadowing Bali's second calamity and his fight with Hiranya.

I think that's all I have to offer. If there's any more, I'd add it later.

[roxalicious]

do you like yuri? do you like slow burns? do you like when girls are incredibly repressed and somehow lacking in self awareness despite being clearly psychosexually obsessed with each other in ways that i frankly wish they would go to therapy over? well then, have i got a story for you!

the name is Story About Buying My Classmate Once A Week (yes, i know, unfortunate title but stick with me here), or ShuuKura for short. let me introduce you to our players:

Shiori Miyagi: at school, she sits not exactly at the bottom of the school caste, but pretty close. her mother is gone, and her father is always busy with work to the point of rarely being home. he probably feels guilty about this, which is why Miyagi is left with an allowance that's frankly excessive for a high school student. living in a mostly empty house for most of her formative years has really done a number on this girl, let me tell ya

Hazuki Sendai: according to Miyagi, she's not quite at the top of the school caste, but pretty close. she's not close to her family, even though they're close to each other. her parents will only bother to talk to her to nag her into following her successful sister's footsteps, and otherwise won't even reply "welcome back" when she comes home. she comes across as neat and proper at school, but it's not necessarily something that's in her nature, rather she goes out of her way to present this way to make life easier on herself. to her own admission, she's a people pleaser

their story begins in a bookstore, with Sendai attempting to buy a magazine she doesn't care about because her friend and local Cool Kid does, except she has forgotten her wallet at home, as she realizes once at the register. unfortunately for her, Miyagi is there to save the day and buy it for her (with a trusty 5000 yen bill!) before she can refuse. Sendai really doesn't want to accept the money, and Miyagi really doesn't care about getting it back. so they reach a compromise: Sendai can just work for it.

what was supposed to be a one time thing soon turns into a whole system. once a week (though it's actually more "whenever she has a bad day"), Miyagi will call Sendai over, give her a 5000 yen bill, and in exchange gain the right to order her around for the afternoon until it's time for dinner, at which point she will ask her if she wants to eat together, Sendai will say no, and they'll each go their separate ways. at first that only means making Sendai read manga out loud, or do her homework for her. Sendai doesn't mind, and she'd rather be in Miyagi's room than her own house anyway. until one day Miyagi issues a new order: to lick her feet.

from this point onwards Miyagi's orders swiftly change in nature, and though at a much slower pace, so does their relationship.

some things to keep in mind:

there's two translations out of this webnovel. one of them is frankly not good and i do not recommend it, but iirc it's almost caught up with the og. the other translation is good, but there's only 36 chapters out. still, it updates very frequently, so i do recommend it over the first one if you're patient

when i say slow burn, i do mean slow burn. while the physical intimacy and intensity of feelings grow relentlessly over the course of the story, these girls are not good at talking to each other. like, it took Sendai six months of being served soda every time she came over to finally decide it was time to tell Miyagi she doesn't like it. she gets tea from then on

the initial stages of the relationship are very much transactional in nature by design. Sendai doesnt need the money, nor does she even intend to spend it, but it's still their main way of connecting with each other for the longest time. it's very much just a way to obfuscate what's really going on here, but if the idea puts you off this might not be for you

[legallybrunettedotcom]

What did you think of Saltburn?😊 I‘m waiting for it to get uploaded to my usual pirating website I use lol but idk if I‘d like it because I‘ve heard some people say it lacks substance or some sort of critique. But maybe that‘s just not what it was intended for in the first place? Love you xx sorry if this is random but I trust ur taste😚

probably better to wait for an hd version, i was too impatient and i don't see it getting a wider release, but i might revisit once hd version is uploaded. it is very much style over substance and i think it's a matter of preference like if that is something you enjoy in your movies or not. there has already been a ton of commentary and criticism about its main problems so i don't want to needlessly repeat. out of all these eat the rich movies it does the poorest in terms of us actually wanting to eat the said rich. there is a twist in the movie, which i obviously won't reveal, that i'm not sure does what it wants to do. the thing that bothered me the most is director emerald fennell saying yeah we make fun of the rich but we also make fun of people wanting to get in. like what? 🧐 that doesn't sit right with me. if i had a friend with a similar background to hers and they said that to me, i'd deck them. rude and classist. i'm ultimately not sure what her aim and point was with the movie. the movie is provocative and debauched but her attempts at that provocation are kinda lazy. anyway, others have already said it all better than me.

now for everything else, great performances all around, i was on the fence about jacob elordi, i didn't really get the hype, but he's quite alright, and of course barry keoghan brilliant as always. visually stunning, the movie gives you everything you expect to see from such a movie. you're expecting stereotypical (dark) academia, talented mr ripley, sort of james ivory-esque vibes, maybe a bit of skins uk if they were aristocrats and that's exactly what you get so in those terms it feels quite satisfying. i know pinterest girlies are having a blast with this one. there were a few scenes that made me gasp. obviously there's that one scene everyone is talking about, but there's a few others that made me say oh my god out loud. and i thought the soundtrack was great. also the final scene was very fun. all in all, it's entertaining, it's crazy, i definitely enjoyed it more than some of my personal highly anticipated 2023 releases, but it ultimately fails to say anything meaningful.

[jennawynn]

Enterprise Season 3 Ep 7-12

Episode 7

It's so weird... like they want to make Archer hard and give him the illusion of being capable of Tough Decisions and Torture and Do Anything It Takes but Bakula can't do it and then they undermine the whole thing anyway by having him 'revert' back to his compassionate humanity. It just feels forced. Hard!Archer isn't believable. It also leads to a lot of lines delivered with a rough and loud cadence while others are speaking normally (or in one case, Reed is practically whispering because they're in hiding). His character and delivery end up being inconsistent as a result.

Episode 8

Meanwhile, Trip's descent into darkness is far more believable. "Put them in the airlock." That's believable. That's delivered with the kind of bitter anger that carries that dialogue... and it's more consistently applied. He doesn't waffle about what he wants to do with the Xindi. Probably because he doesn't have the authority to act on it. That could have made a better dynamic- Archer's compassion overriding Trip and even Reed's desire for revenge. Let them act as foils for each other instead of making Archer inconsistent.

This episode is... I don't like it much. The jump to the future, the way they tell the story in flashbacks. Like obviously it's not going to be permanent. I'd almost rather watch all of this happen over a season and then have whatever time fuckery happens happen. Instead we're going to get 'here's what happens if Archer's not around- oh the whole human race dies' but also we're going to keep sending Archer on dangerous away missions where he gets attacked and abducted every third episode.

Reed's goatee is ridiculous. Travis is the only crewmember who isn't still there 12 years later? lol milliCochranes. lol harder. Trip being the captain for 9 years is also kind of hilarious. I guess don't let your low cast count stop you from telling the story you want to tell.

What a weird love triangle thing like they can't decide if they want to make T'Pol be with Archer or Trip. Is it just to create ship drama?

Time fuckery... so they didn't have to kill the parasites specifically. They just needed to kill Archer. That's even dumber.

Episode 9

When one race enslaves another and then the enslaved race gains their freedom, obviously the only answer is to create a reversed power structure that is almost as bad! This is like all the strawman arguments that Black people or women don't want equality, we want superiority.

Making these humans white, though... it allows a character to say "we have long memories" when told that slavery happened a long time ago and maybe, just maybe, someone will listen instead of saying 'why don't Black people just get over it?'

Why is human western culture the dominant culture here, though? None of them would have grown up in the Old West. Shouldn't it be skagarin in design? But then where would the rootin' shootin' episode of this series come in, I guess.

lmao Reed's seen Speed. Shoot the hostage.

Episode 10

It'd be kinda funny if the only main cast to die is the only one who can actually carry the kind of anger that they need for this vengeance plotline, but I have a damn hard time believing they actually killed Trip :joy:

Gonna do some shady ethical shit because "Earth needs Enterprise, Enterprise needs Trip" when maybe you shouldn't be so reliant on seven damn people, like I've been saying. He should have a lieutenant who knows damn near everything he does who can step into his shoes in an emergency. Then you don't need to grow a clone to harvest his brain to save Trip. How NOBODY could fix the engines but Trip is ridiculous.

Episode 11

It bothered me before, but even moreso now. They have referenced the Xindi as 'terrorists' before this episode. In 2004 it makes sense for the guy in Detroit to be worried about terrorists, but not to the Enterprise crew. The goal of the Xindi (as far as they or the audience know at this point) isn't to cause terror. It's to eradicate the humans before the humans eradicate them. They are not terrorists.

Episode 12

Abortion? Spicy.

Holy shit they actually killed someone.

Archer selecting himself for death... it must be a trick. Yeah. Clever trick, but predictable with what we know about the show. Plot Armor for everyone!

And amazingly... it was all for nothing because the war had nearly wiped out both sides long before they even came in contact with Enterprise! Status quo! No real changes! One fewer rando crewman. I'm sure the sphere data that was deleted was also just one copy of many because my god if we still haven't learned to make backups of data in the 22nd century I might scream.

[pudding-parade]

So I had a bathtub wonderment, one of those odd thoughts that strike me while lounging in my tub. It's about autism, and I have no idea if it's at all sound, so feel free to tell me how wrong I am. Here's the main thought, with more detail behind the cut:

What if being on the autism spectrum is actually typical and not being on the spectrum is atypical?

Look, I'm old, from before it was known that autism is a spectrum. When I was a kid, "autistic" was a description only applied to someone who was completely non-verbal, non-interactive, and constantly banging their head against a wall. Everyone else just had various "difficulties." But now, as An Old nearing the age of 60, the more I learn about the spectrum, the more I notice that I check the boxes and always have.

I have huge sensory issues and get easily overwhelmed by smells (especially) and sound. (Which might seem ironic, given that I am a concert pianist and symphonic musician, but it's chaotic sound, like when a lot of people are talking at once or loud, surround-sound movies with lots of sudden noises, that gets me. Music, classical in particular, is very ordered, non-chaotic sound even when loud, and it focuses me rather than overwhelms me.) I have been known to hide in closets with my hands over my ears at parties and conferences and such when it gets too much, especially so when I was younger and hadn't developed the coping mechanisms that I have now.

Food textures bother me greatly, to the point that I don't like certain foods not because of the taste but because their textures (or their smell, in the case of fish/seafood) make me gag.

I am very gifted in one area -- music, having been a child prodigy -- and completely average or even below in most others.

While I can force myself to be social and outgoing because I've developed coping mechanisms over the years, I greatly prefer to be alone or with just one or two other people who I know very well and can "read" well.

I have very…er, focused…esoteric interests that I will completely nerd out on at length that other people find completely baffling/boring. (Like climates, for instance. :) And dinosaurs, when I was a kid, when they weren't quite as popular as they are now.)

These are, apparently, all "symptoms" of autism, particularly in adults. I haven't been diagnosed and wouldn't seek to be now because, at this point, it doesn't negatively affect my life, but I strongly suspect that I could get a diagnosis, if I pursued one. But the thing is that most people I know in real life seem to check a lot of the boxes, too. Granted, that could just be the company I keep, with like attracting like, but I also notice it a lot online. Which, again, could simply be because people on the autism spectrum feel more comfortable being and communicating online. I don't know. It just seems to me like more people are neurodivergent to some degree than not, yet we've built a world/society that caters to those who aren't.

This could be explained if we, as a species, are gradually evolving toward autism as typical, maybe not in terms of genetics but rather in epigenetic ways brought on by the fact that, for instance, we are slowly becoming more isolated from each other due to things like the development of the concept of nuclear rather than multi-generational families living together as well as by the internet/technology, where it's possible to instantly communicate with people all over the world, even have friendships/relationships with them, and yet never physically interact with them. In such a world, autism actually has advantages, so there might be selection pressure for it and corresponding pressure against what has always been perceived as "normal."

Anyway, that was my thought. I'm not a psychologist, obviously, so I wouldn't be surprised if my thought is a load of hooey. :) But, it was interesting to entertain.

[sw4tch]

At this point I've convinced myself that I'm annoying to what used to be my main group of friends bcus

1) the roomie: must LOVE playing mind games with me because i can never tell if she's angry at me or not. I tell her Good morning :D everyday and she either doesn't reply or replies with a super annoyed tone. Which okay, not everyone can be a morning person! But sometimes I'll come home and she'll be playing games in the living room and I'll go "oh hello!" and she will straight up ignore me. She does that a lot. This is contrast to when she must be?? In a good mood?? Bcus she will have playful chats with me and smile and all that, but those moments. Well they feel rare.

And maybe it's just me??? But i would never treat her like that even if I'm in my foulest of moods so. It hurts. If anything, even if I'm exaggerating, it hurts.

Doesn't help that she's so dry in texts too. Like god just tell me u hate my guts and everything i do and go. At least i would know with certainty that you actually hate me and I'm not hallucinating how mean you feel towards me.

2) the faraway friend: stopped talking like we used to since they got a partner, and while genuinely good for them, i lost that part of our friendship and it hurt. Now months have passed so I'm like, whatever. But they used to be my go-to person to share my dumb Real Genuine thoughts and now i cant bcus. Well i know they can be annoying messages bcus I Am Me. And i thought they liked talking with me as well but since the radio silence between us exclusively then i guess. Maybe i wasn't such good conversation anyway? Ah man, i only feel this way on my side bcus i have abandonment issues and this has fucked with my head so much but overall, i have managed it! So really that's not their fault lol. But I guess it did feel like losing a friend. Anyway in this state of things i cant share my loud "OH HEY GUESS WHAT" occasional messages anymore bcus i don't think we are as close and now i am back to feeling shy with them. Thanks for nothing, broken brain. Genuinely, only a me problem.

3) la norteña: oddly enough i think she's the one I feel most secure in our friendship with agshjdjd she actually finished listening to the Malevolent podcast and we yelled about it, and the other day i had the chance to help her with an art project she had, and i felt happy!! The only sad thing is that we don't talk a lot 1 on 1 but at least i know they consider me a friend!!!! This feels like an absolute win. No notes except that i crave talking more to her bcus she's always been such a fun friend and now that we don't see each other physically i wish we could watch series together online and stuff. But idk i also don't wanna bother her a lot. But hey we ARE friends, that's something you can say.

So that used to be my main friend group, but maybe it's not anymore? I don't really want to let go because they're my besties from my university years but. Idk. Maybe this new friend group I've found in the office is a new phase in my life i should embrace???

I keep considering these people my closest friends but maybe. Maybe they're not anymore. And that's okay. People and relationships change, and it's not something negative. It's just life evolving around us, and you as a person blooming into a new version of you. It's not bad. It's okay. You're growing. Isn't that something to be proud of???

And you still have other university friends dummy!!! Ones you can 100% tell they're your friends and they like you!!!

Please. Seek and stay close to those that like you, for you. New friendships will always be on the horizon. It's okay snaily, you're navigating life. And it can be scary to see how you and others around you change. But it's okay.

You're blooming! You're blooming always!

[ghcstvalleychief]

Here's the thing though! Here's the thing about what you said about smoke and mirrors. Okay so we have wondered before right? While the show was ongoing how do they get so many notes. But notes are notes, people like and reblog what they like. It's okay.

But! But! But!!! Get this! So I am on my main blog right? And bam who do I see? Who do I see but KP rocking it on that boat swearing fealty to each other? And my mutual who has reblogged it has added the tag: okay I need to watch this!

And this my friend...this is what matters. I checked other kp gifs, one at 9k and so many people there are like: what is this? I will have to tune in. Or omg where can I watch this? KP is the shit my friend. It's the shit. I have yet to see a VP gifset get anywhere on my main blog. But KP's already here.

So yeah at the height of the show...perhaps certain parts of the fandom do get loud. And people act smug about social media counts. But six month from now we will still have kp gifsets making rounds and maybe vp will too but I doubt it will reach beyond those who are already in that circle. Smoke and mirrors indeed.

Funnily enough, this happened to me a couple of times actually. There are blogs I follow strictly for each of my different blogs, right? There's a mutual I have that I've followed for years from my main blog because we were in the TWD fandom together way back when. So anyway, my TWD mutual reblogged a KP gifset and I was shooketh. She made a few comments in the tags that pretty much told me she was already watching the show. But then, there was another mutual I have that reblogged the Episode 7 mutual masturbation scene. Anyway, it was this set (Look at the note count!). But that same mutual made a comment in the tag of that post saying something along the lines of wanting to watch this show now.

It surprised me because I didn't expect to see KP gifsets from any of the people I follow for my main blog. Only from the people I follow for this blog. It threw me off because I wasn't expecting it.

Chemistry trumps all. Even someone who doesn't like the show can admit that the leads have chemistry and that counts for a lot. At the end of the day, that's what keeps people invested in a show anyway -leads who have amazing chemistry with each other and leads who have talent. If you see anyone mention this show, that's what they're talking about - MileApo's chemistry with each other. That's the first thing they mention. I just hate when people downplay their chemistry with each other and their talent just because they want to make this a competition about trivial things that won't matter in six months. I've seen people claim that Apo can't act or I've seen numerous ad hominem attacks against Mile for literally no reason at all. The attacks had gotten pretty personal at one point there, and that's when I decided that I wanted nothing to do with those shippers at all. That was the final straw for me.

Don't downplay the work. Don't downplay the blood, sweat, and tears these two men have put into this show to make it as successful as it is. I think that's what truly bothers me the most about these types of arguments because it ignores the time and money Mile put into all of this to make it happen in the first place. It ignores Apo literally putting his heart and soul into every scene we've ever gotten. Jump on the ship for the other duo all you want, but let's not pretend like MA isn't the reason this show is as successful as it is.

[symptoms-syndrome]

In other news. Time to talk abt some Shit going on in my life. Under a readmore primarily bc i know there's a lot of eyes on my blog RN on account of some posts I did not expect to blow up

I'm back in my apartment, mostly recovered or recovered enough that I can take care of myself on my own for the most part. I still have a tube which sucks, I was only expecting to have it for three weeks and I'm going to need it for at least five or six.

But anyway that's just context.

The main issue is that the Roommate Situation is making me extremely triggered even though nothing is actually happening. Like I almost never see them, they stay in their room or go out sometimes but never linger. I know they said they're moving out in September, at some point I'm going to have to ask when a good time for house tours for prospective new roommates would be. I might have a friend who's interested in moving in, which would be nice.

But anyway. It just feels like I'm back in my childhood home where everything is silent until it suddenly is very much not. The tension is palpable. Flashback brain says stay very very quiet, when I'm sensitive like this I'm incredibly highly aware of every sound. I open things quietly and close doors carefully, if I need to close them. I've had the courage to hang out in the living room primarily because. As I said before the bad roommates don't step foot in there, and I think it makes me less anxious than staying in my room where it feels like anything could be happening outside my door. The living room has a sort of half wall situation which makes it feel more connected to the rest of the house. It's one of the things I really like about this place. But anyway I've been in there playing my video games but I wear headphones so there's no sound coming out. I tell myself it's because I don't want to bother anyone, but one I don't think that any reasonable person would be extremely bothered by me playing Pokemon at a reasonable to very low volume at like, 2PM, and two I don't think that I should be as scared as I am. But alas. Roommates are not reasonable people. I still freeze up in whatever I'm doing (even just. Folding clothes in my room) when I hear them coming out of their respective rooms.

When my good roommate comes home, I feel kinda guilty about the way I act. I'm still very quiet. I want her to know it's not about her. I do get the courage to put on a show to watch together out loud (but still low, but mostly because I don't like things too loud in general) but I still speak quietly.

I'm naturally sort of soft-spoken because I'm usually just. Very aware of the volume of my voice, and try to keep it to a level where it would just be heard by me and my intended audience. Of course, being a public speaker I am able to project, I just normally don't speak very loudly in conversation. My good roommate is very much not, she speaks very loudly and I don't think she's aware of it most of the time. Most of the time I don't mind it, I'll really only ask her to lower her voice if I have a headache or something. I do want to tell her to lower her voice when she comes home lately, but it's because something in my brain feels like it's screaming about her voice breaking the silence I've deliberately created. It's not accidentally so quiet, it's incredibly intentional. It's not a quiet meant to be broken. Her speaking loudly is like setting off a tripwire, it makes my whole head fill with alarms ringing to alert me that danger is coming.

I don't think my roommates would actually try and get physical with me. Mostly because they're both kind of. Wimpy. Like I think if I played my game out loud or talked at a normal volume or whatever I don't think anything would actually happen. But my brain doesn't actually believe that. It seems to believe that there is danger just around the corner ready to drop on me at any moment if I'm not very very careful.

They could leave before September. They could sublet their rooms. I genuinely think they're too stupid to know they can do that, because I suggested it before and they shot the idea down (or one of them did) and all he kept saying was "my name is on the lease." Which it is, but that doesn't mean he can't sublet. IDK what he's on about but he's always been a little behind the curve. When he was on regular, friend-ish terms with me and good roommate, I told good roommate to "just let him be stupid sometimes" because he'd say the most batshit insane, objectively incorrect things ever and then blow the fuck up on you if you challenged him on them. So it was easier to just let him say whatever and move on with it. And by objectively wrong I mean that but also just. Offensive AF sometimes. Like one time he used the word "jew" in a way that was? A lil too laissez faire and one of our roommates at that time gently said something like "it's probably better to use Jewish instead" and this shitty roommate turned that into a HUGE yelling argument and we're all three like dude. Just add one syllable it's not that big a deal. Two Jewish ppl are correcting u very nicely. But shitty roommate pulled the "you're just cancelling me for something stupid, I'll just never say anything ever again" card and stormed off. So there's that. I think he thinks bc he's gay he's just. Immune to being insensitive to other minority groups. Ugh.

Anyway this is your future representative or whatever. He's in grad school for polisci he wants to be a politician. I bet he could be.

[katwritesforfun101]

Ended stories, New beginnings.

Warnings: Angst-Fluff. CHEATER!KirishimaXreader. Denki kaminari. Swearing. Cheating.

Characters:Kirishima and denki

Summary: Kirishima cheats and you confront him.

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NOT PROOF READ!!!

Kirishima Eijiro was a sight for sore eyes. Always the manliest and most eye-catching wherever he went. Especially when he was busy saving the world from villains. Everyone's gaze was fixated on him, as he was a part of the top 5. Those gazes continued to linger in the office as well. Gazes that seemed to follow him around the office at each turn.

You were once one of those gazes that followed so you couldn't really complain too much, knowing it was just a part of his career.

One gazze in particular, seemed to bother you. As you would sit behind your desk, filing paperwork for your dear old fiance, you noticed her gaze. You don't know what bothered you more. The fact she would undress him with her eyes, or that he would do it back.

This went on for about three month after that. There were now lingered touches and leaned in whispers, anad frequent office visits for ‘extra help’. You recall a specific instance where you heard noises coming from his office. After many sleepless nights alone, with him not coming back until 3 or 4 o'clock in the morning, you decided enough was enough.

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“Do you love her?” Silence. One beat. Two beats. Three beats. “I dont know.” Kiri says, staring back at you with guilty eyes already knowing what you're talking about. You smile weakly.

“I do,” you began softly, eyes falling to the carpeted ground. “You love her, Eiji, And i think you have for a while now.” You look back up to find him shaking, tears fallen.

His eyes are squeezed shut, trying to wake up from this nightmare. “I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry.” he said, opening his eyes. “I know kirishima.” he winces, “Baby, im eiji. Remember? I'm your eiji!” His voice raices an octave with each word. “No. Not anymore. You're Her eiji now.”

You nod once to yourself. Her eiji, not yours. Your eiji wouldn't betray you like this. He wouldn't bring you up just to tear you down again. You turn on your heel and start walking towards your and his shared bedroom.You head straight to the closet and grab a bag from the top shelf and start stuffing it with clothes and essential hygiene things.

Meanwhile, Kirishima is just stunned in the living room, standing there gaping like a fish out of water. He hears the bedroom door slam shut once again and he snaps back into reality and rushes towards you, stopping right in front of the apartment door.

You turn facing him, no longer crying. “I loved you. No, I love you. I think I always will. But I don't need you. I'll get over you. It will take a while but i will.” and with that you leave bags in hand.

Kirishima just stands there. He knows he has no right to want to stop you. Hell, he was fooling around with another woman for months. All he could do was fall to his knees and mutter. “Im sorry, angel”

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1 year later

You step Out of your car hand in hand with your new boyfriend. Denki Kaminari. “You sure this is the right place babe?” Kami says looking up at the big church. You chuckle and look around to see the many cars and people in suites and dresses.

“There's bakugou right there, sparky.” You say pointing across the lot to where bakugou and midoriya stand, seemingly already arguing. “Why don't you go try and diffuse whatever is happening over there. We have a while before the wedding starts.” He gives one gruff note before giving you a quick peck on the lips and running to the pair.

Turns out kirishima had gotten the girl pregnant that he was cheating on you with and proposed to her with the same ring he used for you. At first you were heartbroken and torn up at the announcement, which had been three days after you ended things with him. Denki quickly swept in and helped you get back on your feet, he even offered you a place to stay for a while so you wouldn't need to couch hop.

About 7 months into being roommates there was an incident that happened to bring you two even closer.

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FLASHBACK

“SHIT SHIT SHIT!” you hear kami yell from the kitchen. You run out of your room to see thick smoke pouring out of the oven and you immediately start laughing.

“What are you doing, you bozo?” now bent over weezing. Denki now has his hand on the back of his neck looking down with a blush. “Well, I was trying to make you dinner.” He says still not looking up at you. “You've been through a lot the past few months and have been working so hard. I just wanted to surprise you.”

You stand there shocked, heart skipping a beat as your cheeks flush with warmth too. You walk over to Denki and softly ruffle his hair. “Thank you kami. Let's get this cleaned up, yeah?”

He smiles widely and nods.

Halfway through cleaning up, you both are doing dishes.You washing, him rinsing. Suddenly you feel him staring at you. “What is it? Is there something on my face?” you beginn wiping your cheek on your shoulder before he giggles softly before shaking his head.

“You're beautiful.” You stop what you're doing and completely turn to face him. “What?” his eyes widened, realizing what he just said.

“I'm so sorry! I Didn't mean to make you uncomfortable or anything! If you want me to finish-” you cut him off with a quick kiss. He stares at you with complete shock before leaning in and capturing your lips with his for a deeper kiss.

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PRESENT DAY

You look back towards the church doors, seeing mina you immediately start walking forwards.She notices you and gives a slight frown before welcoming you with open arms. “Hey girl, what are you doing here. Are you okay?” you give a small nod smiling softly

Honestly you've felt better than you have in a long time. You hadn't noticed how much you tip-toed around Kirishima in yalls relationship. You look over towards Denki and find him already looking at you smile getting wider than it was previously, he waves and you wave back. You look back towards mina. “Im okay.” and you mean it.

Sero comes out of the doors and gives you a small pitying smile. “Hey y/n. How are you?” you nod once. “Anyway, the ceremony is about to start.” he says, holding the door open wider before hollering for the three men across the parking lot.

Once inside you take your seat and Denki quickly finds his place next to you. Across the way from you, You see a baby. Maybe a couple of months old with dark hair and red, beady eyes. A pang rings in your chest. That must be it. Their baby. It's beautiful.

Denki catches you staring at the child and immediately takes your hand in his and squeezes.You give him a reassuring smile and then the ceremony starts.

Kirishima takes his place on the altar but you feel nothing towards him. His appearance doesn't bother you like you thought it would. And yours seemingly not bothering him. You smile. Good. We've both moved on. You look back towards Denki and give him a kiss on the cheek. They turn a bright shade of red and send a wink your way.

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Kirishima's POV

As I'm standing on the altar waiting for my soon to be wife, all I can do is dred about how it's not you. I noticed when you first walked in but I couldn't bring myself to say anything to you. After all, you are with someone.= now, and happy. I on the other hand am not, but I only have myself to blame.

The music starts playing and the doors open. The bridesmaids and groomsmen start filing in one by one before it's finally the soon to be wife. Upon the sight of her I started crying. Instead they're not happy tears, but tears of dread and regret. As soon as she spots my crying face her own turns to smiles.

When she is fully situated next to me the priest begins. “Do you, kirishima Eijiro, take this woman to have and to hold, through sickness and in health?” No. “I do.”

“And do you -------, take this man to have and to hold, through sickness and in health.’’

“I do!” the woman says. “You may now kiss the bride.” I gulp and close my eyes as I lean in, picturing your face instead. The crowd immediately starts clapping and camera flashes start going.

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As soon as they leave the altar, everyone stands and starts exiting to the main hall. Hand in hand with Denki you make your way over to the new married couple. “Congrats you two!” Denki practically yells. You laugh and stare at him in complete admiration.

Kirishima whirls around to find a giggling you and a very loud denki. You look so happy. So beautiful.

“Thanks , y/n. '' he shoots you a nod, even though you're barely paying attention to him. Too busy admiring your new boyfriend. You lock eyes with Kirishima and hold out your hand.

You give a quick smile before speaking. “To Ended stories, and New beginnings.”

[ghostmartyr]

But will 6 chapters be enough to aside from stopping Eren and finding a solution that doesn't involve genocide, also show us what's Historia thinking, that 104th's Ymir is alive and my YumiHisu ending ? Isayama better not disappoint me or else I'll cry

I think I have too many ranty promises about what I’ll do if I’m disappointed, so in the scheme of really not wanting to do things, here’s hoping for a satisfying ending that makes literally only me happy.

Storyboard time.

By which I mean fanfic, but really really lazy fanfic where I put zero effort into any real plot. There is some stuff that could arguably be taken seriously, but no. Effort not found.

130 ends volume 32, which means things are allowed to happen. Not necessarily that they will. We arrive at Odiha, and our heroic motley crew gets to discussing where Eren could possibly go.

(If the manga thinks finding the giant stegosaurus is a problem it gets to be a problem okay.)

Odiha conversation progresses to the point of someone threatening to break Yelena’s arm, and Yelena finally admits that even without Eren sharing this specific part of the plan, he had shown some interest in one of Zeke’s contingencies.

Interspersed with this is shots of the torched Marley coastline, and maybe some of the screaming people, including the refugees everyone partied with. Stego-Eren is off in the distance, and we pan even further out to a freckled figure watching the new horizon from a cell. Insert dialogue here about more nightmares.

131, start of volume 33. Let’s open on Shiganshina, with casual soldiers talking about what went down at the port, and telling off random civilians from getting too close to Eren’s ground zero. NPC Farmer Guy, aka a suspiciously tall blond man, is walking around through most of the shots of the soldiers continuing to talk current events. If you look closely, sometimes the blond guy is accompanied by a short woman.

Odiha side plot is still ongoing, with top tier Mikasa moments because my city now. They get the airship prepped by the end of the chapter, but have solved no problems. Connie has punched Yelena, and Falco is wondering next to Armin what it must be like, to be able to undo being a Shifter.

A few pages cover freckled Ymir reading Marley’s propaganda history books in some prison. Lingering shots on the relevant imagery while the sound effects reach peak rumble.

Back in Shiganshina, the weird blond guy is wandering around still, but is missing his iconic hat. The soldiers decide to finally tell him to get lost. Insert ominous comment about how his work here is done, anyway.

We hit the last few pages with Ymir’s prison being War Hammered, the face of Stego-Eren specifically lowering to glower at her.

At the same time, a different blond guy, now in possession of NPC Farmer Guy’s hat, is being dragged through the streets of Shiganshina by shorty.

Last page is a spread with both scenes, with one dialogue bubble telling the unmoved Ymir and unconscious Zeke that they don��t get to quit just yet.

132. The airship is probably up in the air at some point somewhere around here, but we’re not here to be overly particular. This installment mostly belongs to Zeke and Ymir. Ymir has no idea what Eren’s deal is, except that he’s the guy who announced the quality idea of killing everyone, but he’s made a point of retrieving her and killing none of the people in the prison except by falling rocks. He’s not putting on a good show of knowing how to do any of this. She’s not going to turn down being left alone, but following him along on his journey to wherever with nothing to do is proving very boring. Talking at him is as well. Eren is distinctly not in the mood for talking.

On the other side, Historia’s having the same problem with Zeke. He’s basically trapped himself in the same mode Reiner falls into after his Liberio talk with Eren. It’s not obvious unless you look closely, and with the state of Paradis, no one is looking that closely. Though some people do offer to give the poor young pregnant lady some supplies. Historia politely takes every advantage, and makes sure to hide Zeke’s face whenever someone in uniform walks by.

It’s a traveling chapter, and all the travelers look pretty drained. Toss the dice over the specifics, but near the end of the chapter, Zeke finally starts to come back to something resembling consciousness. Enough to ask why Historia’s even bothering, when everything’s ruined.

“But you’re still standing. Someone with a will like that shouldn’t be giving up.”

Zeke asks if that’s what she plans on telling her condemned child. She gave up the second she agreed with Zeke’s plan, and motives don’t excuse what she has already done to it.

By this point all pretense of putting up with Zeke is gone, and Historia takes out a knife.

Instead of slashing his throat, she drives it into her stomach, and pulls out nothing but fluff through the hole in her shirt.

She announces that Zeke’s plan hasn’t been running this show for a while, now, so he might as well get up and start walking instead of making her carry him the rest of the way.

133. Flashbacks. Not all of them, but enough to cover Historia’s end. Years ago, she thought she saw a dead future. Every year that's gone by without the vision coming true has felt like a gift she can’t accept. Killing Eren would have stopped all of it, and she’s still the one who chose to save him. Because regardless of the future, the person saying he never should have happened was someone she needed to protect. This is what she does. She rescues anyone who thinks they’re beyond hope.

That includes her, it turns out.

Through her perspective, we see her and Eren both starting to spiral, just a little. They can’t see a way out. It finally comes to a head once Eren’s approached by Yelena, and indirect details about Ymir makes Eren feel compelled to have an information sharing/apology session with Historia.

Enter the memory shard. Historia admits that she’s seen Eren’s role in her family’s deaths. She’s known for a while, along with what he’ll do, and, well. Sorry for not saying anything. Eren is visibly fracturing, and being the enemy of humanity is starting to sound pretty good. He wonders out loud if this is fate.

That’s the turning point.

If it is, they’ll change it.

Back in the present, Historia is still with Zeke. Who’s awake, even though he’s looking at her like she’s a monster. Historia makes the point that he’s always searched for a way to end this world. His method’s out, but they’re still here. If she has to drag him along, she will, but him going along with everything would be easier on both of them.

134. This is where everything has to explode, because it would be the end of volume 33. We still don’t have much of Eren’s perspective. Team Airship knows very little except that he’s been overly curious about Ymir, who’s alive for some reason, and also in where the original Eldia began.

Team Airship is avidly chasing after Eren, who is Stego-Eren and easy to track. Shocking. Eren’s perspective begins to have flashbacks.

Ymir still has no idea why she’s here.

Falco has her memories, and the closer the airship gets, the more Ymir is like... wait... do I know this genocidal bastard? Things be trippy.

Airship gets to Eren as Eren finds the spot with the primordial ooze. Directed to it by both Ymirs; one who’s been there before, and one whose only memories include a cult who wished they’d gotten to go there.

World goes back to black and the giant tree, and Mikasa has one last look at Eren before things go really weird.

135.

EREN RUNS UP A HILL AND MAKES A DEAL WITH GOD.

More Eren flashbacks establishing sense.

Historia and Zeke are hanging in the Reiss cavern, as the other point on the planet with the most concentrated Plot Magic. They’re the last two links to OG Ymir, and OG Ymir’s deal with whatever is what’s led them here. She started this story, and with Eren as a vehicle, she’s the one who gets to end it.

Via some complicated ritual, you have Historia and Zeke, who are the OG Ymir’s truest flesh; you have Eren, bearing the OG Titan as well as the Attack and War Hammer; you have freckled Ymir, who is a Titan returned to her humanity; you have the uncaring ooze, who looks at all this and is like, why did you disturb my slumber wtf have you all been doing to this child I made a demigod.

Primordial ooze hears a request, and remakes the world.

136: WOW THAT SURE ALL HAPPENED.

Whatever happens in 135 is addressed, and we all get to spend a few final, treasured moments with the cast. The end.

This is a cop-out.

Because I do not actually know what mechanics are going to be at play.

I’m going with the Madoka option of the world being changed, but with the added bonus of Historia and Zeke acting as a conduit for the memories of the original world, so they don’t fade out. The curse is lifted, and Eldians can no longer be forcibly transformed. Throw in a little, “everyone in the world is now patched into Paths, and Historia and Zeke are absolutely going to use that to convince folks that war ain’t it, chief.”

Eren went into the ooze chamber, and OG Ymir is what walked out. Mikasa puts Eren’s scarf around her.

And obviously, as part of the memory resorting, freckled Ymir gets her memories back from Falco, and has a promise to keep.

Give me an extra two chapters and I could even it out a little better.

Really, I do not know what is going to happen, and that throws a wrench in any and all speculation. There is a singular, “what is it all leading up to?” X marks the spot eureka moment that I do not have where the main plot is concerned. As far as I can tell, Eren’s made such a mess that I don’t think there is any good way to repair it. Mass Madoka powers feel like cheating, considering all everyone’s been through, but without a magical rework of the world, Eren has had a net negative effect on Paradis’ everything, deepening the cycle of hatred, and that’s where the curtain closes.

So I might joke about no effort going into this, but more honestly it’s that I feel like the important parts have to be deliberately vague, because I have yet to come up with something that works well as an ending.

In any case, you can do a lot in six chapters. Especially if you go pure id on it.

[sharonisthebettercarter]

it's because 'captain carter' is a very poorly planned, vapid excuse for 'fan service' and personal self insert for atwell which let's be honest, is all peggy has sadly become at this point, based on an *already* butchered complex character these motherfuckers never bothered to fully understand in the first place

let me tell you what steve woulda done, cause contrary to moronic belief, he is nowhere near THIS level of stupidity

he's actually damn intelligent which makes this even more of tragedy

anywho~ STEVE, is not so idiotic he would ever try to punch something he knows he's not gonna win against (not after becoming cap anyway, but motherfucker, did we even see him try to punch a grenade? or did he instead try to protect the people he could? there is a massive difference between punching a bully, and going up against an ultra powerful enemy, or idk, a fucking nuke???), he's a fucking tactical genius who pulls the same shit batman does half the time, stall the fuck out of the villain until you get backup that can help, outsmart them, or try to talk them down when no other options exist (which can also be stalling), he literally attempts this with fucking ultron in continuity, because he *knows* when he's outmatched, and signing his own death certificate helps NO ONE

had this been steve, he would have tried to talk her down.

and sure, maybe it wouldn't have worked, but there are always moments he finds it appropriate to put the shield down and try to reach someone or listen, like with a brainwashed bucky for fuck's sake

because his main focus is *saving people*, including those that 'don't deserve it', that's what he lives for, it is what he's always lived for and what makes him happy

hell, i'm still fucking pissed they didn't bother to include his big epic speech against thanos! LIKE THAT ISN'T ONE OF THE MOST FAMOUS PARTS OF THE INFINITY SAGA, I CAN'T--.

and I HATE how much this is the case, because captain carter *could* have been a good character if not played by atwell of all fucking people, a literal human embodiment of bullying, but considering the regression they did with steve's character BECAUSE of the shenanigans peggy's actress got up to, considering how much she lied just to prop up her minor character, considering how often she throws other characters under the bus, or throws out random and misplaced ideas that have nothing to do with her character to try and get her character more action (holy fuck must that be annoying as shit for the creative teams), i am not at all surprised this is the fucking result

i would not even be surprised if this had been their way of getting back at her. she is an actress, she should not be taking control of the creative process, LYING about her own and other characters, and making messes as bad is she has done

captain carter *could* have been a neat what if imagining, instead, she's only there as a monetary investment that doesn't actually exist considering the tiny niche crowd that actually bothers still caring about peggy, part of which is just as upset with how the character's been treated! and a mediocre butchering of the butchered messages from a butchered character the actress personally saw to the butchering of

billy fucking butcher style bitch

MOTHERFUCK--.

i'm calm... i'm calm.

basically, no thoughts went into the whole captain carter nonsense, she is only there because steve isn't, disney assumes she has a bigger fanbase than she does, and people are still being racist AF towards sam (who would have done what steve would have done, more than likely, because he's also not a fucking moron in it for the glory)

at least, no thoughts other than 'i like money' anyway, yes frito, we hear you loud and clear, thanks for the increasingly empty peggy's that are a shell of the minor character she used to be, and everything she could have been

thanks, i hate it

rip black bolt and stretchy man

[aizawa-yamada-shinsou]

I had a prompt, if you wanna do it? Maybe Bim Trimmer doesn't really feel like part of the egos and like they don't like him, or at least some don't? And, like, it ends with the others finding out and fluff because they don't hate him like he thinks they do? Or, if you don't wanna do that, maybe some Bim and Bing bro fluff, they seem like they'd be close? Sorry for bothering you, but thanks for listening!

So I was planning on getting this out sooner, but life and the fact I wasn’t planning on writing nearly 3000 words for it got in the way. I loved the Bim whump idea! I don’t know if it’s quite what you were looking for, but I had a lot of fun writing it, so enjoy!

“Where is he?” Dark growled glancing around the room. The monthly meeting was meant to start nearly half an hour ago, but Dark knew that was too much to ask for. The egos were poor at stopping their own projects for anything, but even Wilford and the Author had pulled themselves into the conference room by now.

Wilford glanced up from where he was cleaning his nails with his knife and gave a shrug, “Don’t give me that look, Darkie. He didn’t come to the studio this morning,”

“He wasn’t at breakfast either,” Doc piped in, looking over his clipboard, “Which is odd since he usually tries to help cook,”

Author snorted and continued “Don’t look at me I kick the little sunshine ray out of my cabin every time he shows up,”

“Security cameras show he’s in his room,” Google reported, glancing up at Dark, “Would you like me to go retrieve him for you?”

“No need, bluebell,” Wilford cut in before Dark could answer him, clapping his hands. A puff of pink smoke engulfed the empty chair before fading revealing a figure they almost didn’t recognize.

“Bim?” Wilford asked mustache twitching. The ego squinted up at him, glasses missing. Gone was his suit jacket and his dress shirt was unbuttoned revealing his undershirt, sleeves pushed up to his elbows. His hair hung limp in a tangled mess around his face.

“What?” He slurred, rubbing “Need me to clean up another body again Warfstache? Or did you just run out of coffee again?”

“Look around Trimmer,” Dark’s voice made Bim jump magic crackling around him, turning the walls fuschia.

“Wooo….” he said, eyes widening almost comical as he saw all of them, “Wasn’t expecting the whole group to be here? Did we have a meeting or something?”

“What’s gotten into you?” The author asked with a chuckle, “You’re not acting like your usual sunshine and rainbow self.” Bim snorted.

“I decided if none of you guys give a fuck about me,” As he raised the amber bottle they had missed in his hand in a salute, they all stiffened eyes going wide, “I’m just gonna numb the pain for awhile and forget I exist,”

“Is that alcohol?” Dr. Iplier snapped, jumping to his feet as color drained from his face. Bim raised an eyebrow before taking a deep swig.

“Yuppers!” He giggled slightly, “It’s good whiskey. I could summon you a bottle if you want,”

“Bim!” The doctor cried again, “Mark is missing a key enzyme in the breakdown of alcohol, That means all of us share his allergy. We could die from consuming alcohol, yourself included!”

They all expected him to drop the bottle. They all expected him to panic and rush the Doctor pleading to be saved. They all expected for him to snap back to the sweet innocent person they had interacted with in the last month.

They did not expect for him to laugh bitterly and chug the rest of the bottle down.

“Bim!” Wilford yelped eyes wide, “What are you doing??”

“Oh shut it, you cotton candy dick,” Bim’s words were getting more slurred as Wilford’s jaw snapped shut in shock, “Don’t act like you’d actually care about me dying. Just let me return to oblivion so I can be out of your guys’ hair.”

Google was on his feet, “You’ve stopped making sense Trimmer,”

Bim rolled his eyes summoning another bottle with a wave of his hand, “Oh come on!” He whined, unfocused gaze sweeping over all of them, “You can’t honestly think I’m so dense I didn’t notice that none of you like me. I’m not wanted, unneeded, worthless to this group. So why stick around?” Wilford made to grab the bottle out of his hand only for him to dodge out of the way sharply.

“Bim, you’re delusional,” Dark said, “Just put down the bottle and go to the clinic before you keel over,”

“Not going to be your puppet, Mr. Demon Emo,” Bim said, dodging as Wilford once again lunged at him“And I’m not delusional. You’ve all made it pretty clear that I’m not welcome here so why don’t you just let me sink to the bottom of this bottle,”

Wilford growled, magic snapping out at the game show host only for it to be deflected by a bright purple forcefield.

“What on earth are you talking about, Chap?”

Bim stopped laughing, face falling into a scowl, “You can’t be serious Warfstache?”

He glanced around at the group, eyes hard as he took in their features, “Wow maybe it’s just you guys that are dense as bricks,”

“Explain Trimmer,”  Dark finally barked, as the other ego hummed to himself, sipping the poison in his hands.

“Have any of you guys been to the studio for more than five seconds?” He asked, “Like actually paid attention to how Wilford treats me there?”

They all turn to Wilford to who simply furrowed his brows. Bim growled, pacing around the room as he began his rant.

“He works me like an intern, no worse like a dog. I’m expected to do everything he tells me to, get coffee, clean up the dead bodies from when he accidentally shoots another contestant or interviewee, clean up and set up all of the segments, do most of the editing, and whatever else he doesn’t feel like doing,” He anger was making him slur more as he glared from behind his bangs at Wilford, “You do realize I was supposed to take over the game shows right? That was the sole reason I was created. I’m a game show host, meant to perform, and yet you haven’t let me see the front of a camera since I came to life because you’re so far up your own ass. How would you like it if you were told you couldn’t report but had to work 16 hour days anyway?”

“Wilford….” Dark said, the unasked question hanging in the air heavily. The man in question twirled a nervous finger through his mustache.

“You never complained before,” He offered weakly making Bim roll his eyes.

“Yes let me just complain to the psychopath that I’ve seen routinely shoot people and forget that stabbing can do bodily harm that I think he’s an egotistical moron that has his head so far up his ass he could lick the inside of his ribcage. I’m sure that would go over well,” He lifted the bottle to his lips again, dodging once more as Doc tried to snatch the bottle out of his hands, “I’ll go out on my own terms before I allow you to kill me.” Wilford huffed, eyes looking slightly glassy as he started firing off magic randomly at Bim. Bim didn’t even look at him as he dodged the spells way too accurately for his level of intoxication. He instead started to giggle and firing wildly with his own magic.    

“Calm down Sunshine,” Author snapped, joining in the attempt to take the bottle away from the younger man, only for Bim to dive under his arm and turn his hair a vibrant red.

“Oh and the rest of you! God forbid I try and correct any of you, or even attempt to be helpful,” Bim laughed swaying slightly as he took another swig of liquor before continuing dodging “I mean not like you can make mistakes or anything.”

“Such as?” The Author asked, eyes following him with a hint of disbelief.

“Oh you’re a prime example,” Bim’s voiced grew sickly sweet as he pointed a finger at Author, changing his flannel into a pale pink flowery dress, “I mean there was no way I could have known the exact reason the scene where your main character finds the decomposing girl wasn’t working. Silly me for thinking I could help and not get a metal bat swung at my face!”

The older man cut his protest to the clothing change off, eyes widening,“You knew what was wrong?”

Bim was practically dancing around the room as Wilford gave up magic to simply try and tackle the host, “Of course I did, I love plants! I mean lovely imagery with the Lupines growing out of her chest, making her look impaled, only problem? You were in a shadowy forest with heavy foliage, Lupines need more sun then that setting should have provided. If you just changed the setting of the scene or switched to Blue Delphiniums, similar height, color, and growing pattern but Blue Delphiniums are great for shadowy areas, then it would have worked perfectly!”

The Author instantly dived for his papers, flipping through them muttering to himself in disbelief, how had he looked over something like that?

Bim ignored him, instead of swinging the bottle to point at Google as he leaped onto the table with ease he should not possess, “And you! I mean I may not be a supercomputer but I do know my way around a tv set, and I know how to fix most things in there. If you’d listen to me, you’d realized that camera you were trying to fix was an EFP Camera not quite the same as the Studio cameras and thus need different fixes when broken about two hours before you actually did.”

The android raised an eyebrow looking slightly taken aback, “That was what you were trying to say amidst your stuttering?”

“Excuse me for stuttering when Wilford was threatening me with fucking knife tickles as a robot looks like he wants nothing more than to rip out my spleen is glaring at me,”

Bi mumbled, giving a half smirk as he leaped over Wilford as the reporter dived for his feet. He stopped in front of the doctor.

“Oh and Don’t get me started on you, little mister pretend-to-be-nice but I mess up once and suddenly I might as well have killed your mother,” He whirled around to face the head of the table, “And then emo bitch over here-” A sudden red blur appeared knocking him over with a loud thump. The others blinked and saw King sitting on Bim’s stomach the bottle clutched in his hands.

“Bim?” He squeaked out, rubbing peanut butter on the label as he read it, “Why were you drinking? We can’t drink. Are you okay? Why hasn’t Doc taken you to the clinic? Doc, why didn’t you take him to the clinic?”

“Oh hiya, peanut butter face?” Bim said, smiling lightly, head rolling oddly around, “Why are you getting so fuzzy?”

“Bim!” King yelled as the ego under him went limp, head slamming into the table with a crack. He was off of him in a second, eyes flashing frantically between the others around him.

“What are you waiting for?” King snapped, an odd authority in his voice. Wilford snapped out of it first. With a snap of his fingers, Bim and the Doctor vanished from the room, no doubt reappearing in the clinic two floors below. The room was filled with an uneasy silence.

Meekly King asked, “What happened here?”

Dark let out a low chuckle, aura spasming behind him, “Wouldn’t we like to know,”

Bim hadn’t even fully regained consciousness when his head exploded in pain. White hot pokers stabbed at his brain as he struggled to either force himself into oblivion again or curl into a ball. Becoming a ball won out as he found himself with his head between his knees, taking deep breaths to stop himself from throwing up. Cool soft hands touched his face and made the pain fade down to a sharp ache. He glanced up to see  Doctor Iplier stared down at him with a worried frown.

“You doing alright now, Bim?”

He gazed up at him confused, “What happened Doc?”

The older ego looked at him nervously, “You don’t remember anything?” Bim thought for a second before blushing and rubbing the back of his neck.

“I- uh may have gotten a bit intoxicated last night,” He laughed not meeting the doctor’s eyes, “Sorry about that doc, I’ll get out of your hair.” He goes to stand, ignoring the protests from the Doctor only to freeze as a hard hand stiffens slightly around his wrist. He glances over only to see it connected to a slumped Google next to him, the blinking G on the android’s chest showing he was charging and ‘asleep’. Bim stared at him, jaw slack, confusion rolling off of him in waves. Google couldn’t stand him, right? So why was he slumbering next to him in an uncomfortable position, holding on to him no less?

“As I was trying to say,” The Doc broke Bim’s train of thought, “A lot more happened then you simply drinking…”

Bim sat in stun silence as the Doctor retold the events that he could not recall. Him being summoned to the meeting wasted, the allergy they all shared, him chugging the whiskey he had summoned after he learned the consequences, the bitter and unrestrained comments he had thrown around the room in his despair and pain, him dodging and weaving unafraid of the repercussions as he told each and every member in the room what he really thought, until King tackled him concerned for what was happening.

“After that, you passed out and have remained unconscious for the last 68 hours,” Doctor wrapped up, looking over Bim’s report, “You suffered a minor stroke, but since you’re not human you shouldn’t face any lasting damage, though you’ll probably feel drained and moderate aches due to your body and magic fighting the toxic buildup that forms when we try and drink alcohol, you should be back to feeling normal by the end of the week,”

BIm stared at him, biting his lip, “Doc, I’m-”

“If you’re about to say you’re sorry, then don’t,” The doctor sighed making Bim’s mouth snap shut, “Bim, you’re allowed to feel negatively about us, especially after everything that’s happened over the last month,”

Bim simply looked down at his lap, before tracing his eyes back along the metal arm attached to him to the sleeping android. A light beeping sounded and suddenly Google’s eyes started fluttering open.

“Trimmer,” He said sitting up slowly, “You’re awake,”

He blinked in confusion at the not so blank look on Google’s face, he looked almost… relieved?

“Yeah,” He reassured the bot, “I woke up a few minutes ago, Doc was just explaining what happened,”

“Good, then I’ll go retrieve the others and inform them you are conscious,” He replied, face falling back into the blank scowl he normally wore before he started out of the room, only to stop and glare over his shoulder at Bim, “Don’t you do something that stupid ever again, Trimmer,” and with that he was out of the room. Doc snorted at his bewildered facial expression.

“We may not be very good at showing our emotions, Bim,” the soft tone of the doctor was heavy and almost uncharacteristic of what Bim knew of the man, “but Dark, Google, Author, King, and Wilford all pestered me about when you would wake up and if you’d be alright,”

“But I thought,” Bim let his thought trail off.

“Dark and Google view emotion as weakness, I overwork myself too much for anyone’s liking, Author is too anxious about his writing to remember real people sometimes, and Wilford is more than a little mentally unbalanced,” The doc said heading for the door himself, “and yet I had to kick all of them out of the room the first night you were in here. They even ended up setting up shifts so you weren’t alone once while in here. The only reason Google was asleep when you woke up was that I hit the manual shut down on the back of his neck that makes him shut down and recharge until he reaches eighty percent. The fact he slept for seven hours meant he was practically running on fumes since you got here,”

With that thought, the Doctor told him he needed to check on other things, but would be back when the other five showed up to visit. As he left Bim felt the first true smile he had since his creation crawl onto his lips.

[muzeez]

Sunday

10th May 2020

Sunday

21:22

Today has been cloudy and windy and guess what?? There's been no sign of Henrietta, Merlin, Persia or Folie. They've kept their behinds indoors all day long. It's not rained and it's not been cold but it's not been good enough for them.

So, a cloudy sky and a slight wind can keep them indoors but the thought of a killer disease that they could inadvertently kill others with can't keep them indoors. Which just proves my point. Most people will only play by their own rules, no matter how dangerous the consequences are to others. Yet, they'll be the very ones what bang on the most about how much they care about the NHS and moan about how lockdown is affecting them so badly. When the sun's been out they've not even tried to stay inside. They've just been doing what they've always done on a sunny day and today they've done what they've always done on a non-sunny day.

I've still had to have my white noise playing all day though because Henrietta has been "facetiming" and talking loudly and obnoxiously. At about 5pm ish,I turned my white noise off because I needed to phone Rasbach about something.

As soon as I turned it off, the first thing I noticed was that Henrietta was totally silent.??! Makes me wonder if she can hear my white noise and because she knows her voice isn't reaching me she gives up. Bitch!! Another thing I've noticed is that when I play my white noise, the window and door banging seems to begin. Henrietta with her windows (it can be like 6 or 7 window shutting slams all consecutive and aggressive. She's only got three windows.) Then there's Persia and Folie with the slamming of the doors. Then there's Merlin with his feet and thuds, like he's dropping a bowling ball on the floor.

It might sound like paranoia on my part when I say this but I believe they're all secretly messaging eachother in spite of and against me.

Maybe I am a little bit paranoid but I'm certainly not stupid. Not entirely anyway. 😂

At seven o'clock I turned it onto BBC1 because Boris Johnson was doing a speech about taking steps to lift the lockdown. Suddenly, Henrietta started talking loud!!

'Bitch!' I thought to myself. Shows you how little of a f**k she gives about what's going on. Her facetiming is more important than the information we're about to receive on coming out of lockdown. Also, I found it odd that she would start smack on seven o'clock.

I turned the tele up so her high pitch, irritating, aggressive, nasal voice wasn't cutting into Boris's words but I could still hear her. I sighed in exasperation and jumped to my feet (without making a thud on the floor... it's possible) and went to my little stereo to put my white noise on. It's only that that seems to drowned her out. Cue the banging and the slamming. The white noise doesn't drown that out.

If I ever confront them. I say 'them' because they're in a click and I know that if I'm confronting one they'll all be jumping in. If I confront them about things, they'll probably turn around and be like, 'oh what about you, the other day, slamming your door and screaming and what about when you play your music and what about that white noise and what about when you're talking.

Door slamming and screaming abuse. There's a big difference between one off episodes of out of control rage and malicious, continuous deliberate banging and slamming and talking loud on a daily basis.

Playing my music and singing. I play my music at a reasonable time during the day at a volume that I'm entitled to play it at that time of day. I've never played my music late at night, which funnily enough Henrietta has, when she's had karaoke parties and Merlin has on a couple of occasions on a Saturday and Friday nights through to daylight. Which, I don't mind, music is a good thing but don't dare have a go at me for playing mine loud during the day.

White Noise. Henrietta, you talk extremely loudly and not just on one off occasions. Ev-er-y single day for 10 whole years. Somedays, I've known you to start your "facetiming" at 8am in the morning and you'll carry on all through the day, through to the evening and you've even carried on till after 12 midnight, shouting and laughing and making childish yobbish jeering noises like you're in the middle of a bustling nightclub. Over the years it's contributed to me drinking, developing ear infections because of using blu-tac as earplugs. These things have played a massive part in me having massive mood swings at work, to me becoming ill and being, I'll be totally honest, Mentally Unstable, you know, over a long stretch of time. Earlier this year, I discovered that white noise is the only thing that has drowned you out and stopped me having to have my tv on so loud. After 10 years of suffering with your shouting Henrietta and your constant heavy footed pacing the floor, you are not going to make out my white noise, which is a neutral noise by the way, is bothering you.

As for me talking. Again, there's a big difference between one off conversations I have on my phone, one off rants that I'll admit I've had, due to the exasperation you guys have put me through and constant agitated shouting, childish jeering, heavy footed pacing, loud SEX, (yes I heard that). Things which are constant and relentless and I feel alot of the time malicious and deliberately inconsiderate. There's a massive difference between my noise and your noise. Mainly because it's your noise that has triggered the majority of my noise and I'm NOT doing mine out of malice.

Also, don't get me started with drunken returns from the pub with Jack the drunk. Screaming abuse effing and blinding, dropping trails of kebab meat allover the foyer, crashing into the walls. Those haven't been one offs either, they've been every single night. Late.

Then there's Persia. Folie's not always been on the scene but having Persia next door has had more than it's fair shares of trouble. Different boyfriend every month, thugs trying to kick her door in then making gun gestures towards MY window shouting 'WATCH! WATCH!" Blatant drug purchases right outside the building.

All that what I've had to put up with from you guys and then you all wanna get into a little exclusive click with eachother, clapping for the NHS but then creating your own rules when it comes to lockdown , so-called "social distance" gatherings right outside my window and outside the main entrance of the building where other people have to pass you all, attracting other individuals from other buildings to approach, chatting, faces uncovered, 2 metre rules gradually turning into 1 metre, drinking alcohol. You welcome Asbo George with open arms who lives God knows where and who once threatened to smash my face in and put my windows through and doesn't even fucking LIVE HERE.

You're all laughing and joking and being boisterous, then I stop by for 5 seconds on my way to get essentials and you're putting on an amicable act but I'm picking up on all the little mannerisms and body language and you allowed that Bastard Asbo George to start having a go at me about stuff at work, which he's totally wrong on and slagging off my friend Rasbach then waving sarcastically at me when I go inside.

All these subtle shady behaviours all because what? Because you've maybe heard some raw hometruths about yourselves in my one off meltdowns. Which you can't prove I was talking about any of you anyway because I don't mention people's real names when I'm ranting or talking on the phone when it comes to complaints. So, if you think you've heard your name you've MISheard but that's what happens when you evesdrop, you can get the wrong end of the stick (apart from when I hear someone telling someone else that I work at ******* and mimicking a banging noise just after I had banged on the floor.) And even IF I had used your proper names, so fucking what? I'm saying nothing that isn't true and what I've suffered, at your hands, this last ten years totally outweighs any anything you can say against me. I'm not saying I'm perfect but I'm pretty damn fucking close. Because I think, I'm a thinker, I take people to heart, I learn people's names, I'm aware of people and who they are as people. I don't have a desire to mess with people's heads, I don't set out to manipulate people or make friends with a person just for the sake of alienating another. I set out to treat everyone with respect and like human beings because I am one.

So, maybe it's about time you as my neighbours started taking a leaf out of my book and stop acting territorial over a building that we are ALL tenants in. You don't own the outside of this building, just you four. There's other people that live here including me and you need to stop being clicky with eachother, so you think you've got the power to behave as you want, sit where you want and ostracize people just because you don't like the look of their face. Everybody here is a tennant and everybody is a human being with equal rights and if I'm forced to confront any of you again about your unreasonable, inconsiderate persecutory behaviour, towards me or any of the other tennants and you try again to argue with me and throw things back at me, I will report you without any hesitation and I won't be as polite as I'm being now.

Maybe you can start behaving right now by getting your arses indoors and abiding PROPERLY to these lockdown regulations.

Don't make me suggest it twice. 😁😁😁😁😁

Oh and Henrietta, if Asbo George turns up, you ignore the door because he's nothing but a user and a bully. I know you've been letting him in your flat and I also know that deep down you are worried about your health and Coronavirus but you feel you can't say no to him and to looking after his dog. If he starts being persistent you call the police. Don't let him push you around. He's an arsehole and if the police are useless or he starts turning nasty and I have to come downstairs and run his ugly arse out the building, I will. Because right now, I'm in the fucking mood cos if he thinks he can be threatening and intimidating, I'll show him threatening and intimidating. In fact, I'll make it so he daren't even show his claaart passed his own front door.