#Go easy on me eveyone!

[deadeyedfae]

I'm doing this before i talk myself outta it

I make music sometimes

Here is a tiny cover of Look After You by The Fray that i recorded this morning becuase someone sent me it yesterday and it caught me off guard how much i love the song and the lyrics.

Fair warning, ive never deleted anything from my Youtube Channel, some of the stuff on there is pre transition me but meh, if anything it just shows my progress! Though do be wary of the absolute cringe that is the love songs i wrote for people over the years 😂😅💜

[alottiegoingon]

hc!friends to lovers

shauna shipman x gn!reader

summary: going from friends to lovers with shauna

warnings: mentions of jealousy, shauna being slightly toxic when it comes to her feelings, fluff, no nsfw but characters are always aged up, not proofread

୨୧ being friends with shauna shipman was like having a second shadow, she was always glued to you. you didn't mind, you liked having her always by your side

୨୧ shauna always knew she had feelings for you since the day you met but would rather die than admit that

୨୧ she got accepted into brown university which means that shes really smart so you had your own personal tutor

୨୧ "this is so easy, i can't believe you don't understand that," she mocks you, a smug grin on her lips. you were friends with shauna for long enough to know that she wasn't the most extrovert person in earth but she loved to tease you over small things

୨୧ "not eveyone is as smart as you, shipman!" little did she know that you were hiding your aced tests under your bed while putting on your best show to pretend you sucked at math just to listen to her

୨୧ even if you weren't much of a extrovert, shauna was worse. she would cling to you in parties like a lost puppy and would panic if had to stay by herself for a few minutes while you grabbed drinks or said hi people

୨୧ however, that didn't mean that she didn't praise some alone time.

୨୧ shauna seems to be a lonely girl and a people hater (shes just like me fr) and she would always be reading something. when she was alone, she was also busy girl with her most loyal friend; her pencil

୨୧ she would write about you on her mf journal 24/7!!! it didn't matter if it were good or bad things, she would go from cursing you and your entire family to calling you beautiful words and rant about you being the love of your life

୨୧ very very very jealous. can kill someone just with her angry gaze if they look at you in the wrong way or act too friendly (only got worse after you started dating)

୨୧ shauna would never, ever discuss her feelings, so if she felt jealous, angry, or upset, she would become a ticking time bomb, unpredictable and ready to explode at any moment

୨୧ would 100% say the meanest and cruelest words to hurt you on purpose, looking into your soul. my girl has some anger issues ok...

୨୧ she regrets all of it later but is sooo embarrassed to apologize, stuttering and struggling to look you in the eye. it's not like you could stay mad at her when she looked so cute...

୨୧ being friends with shauna had a great advantage; she had a car. you had made her your personal driver and she would always find a way to complain

୨୧ "i'm not your butler, you know," she rolls her eyes after agreeing to drive you to the mall. and then at the beach. and at the bookstore and the movies and the ice cream shop

୨୧ she was always making disapproval noises and acting annoyed but you knew she enjoyed driving you everywhere when she would act pissed if someone else did that

୨୧ "are you gonna sleep at school tonight?" shauna asks as she notices you not following you to her car. she was so used to drive you home that it was a natural thing already

୨୧ "you're so funny," you taunt her. "you're free today. lottie's going to give me a ride to the mall. i need her help to buy new clothes."

୨୧ "oh, okay," she forces a smile. "good, cause i hate driving you all the time. that's great," and its just shauna and her sad brown eyes against the world on her way home to write horrible things about you two and draw lotie with devil horns and a mustache

୨୧ in the classes you shared, she always sat by your side and paid no attention to them. she was too busy staring at you

୨୧ if someone was being annoying by always asking dumb questions, she would be so stressed. constantly bitching about it with whispers in your ear. but then if you asked the professor why the sky's blue she would be the first one to keep an eye on everyone and see if any of them was mocking you

୨୧ during mari's birthday party, shauna decided to play seven minutes in heaven with you and a bunch of "stupid drunk weird idiots" (more like forced to because she didn't want you to be out of her sight)

୨୧ coincidentally, she turned out to be your partner for the game. panic flashed in her eyes, and her cheeks flushed crimson as she heard her name paired with yours

୨୧ "we don't have to do this if you don't want to," you whisper, you and shauna exchanging awkward looks inside the closet

୨୧ "it would be so weird, don't you think? we are friends," a sheepish chuckle fell from her lips. yet, she takes a step closer

୨୧ "so weird," you nod, your fingers brushing against shauna's by chance, yet she made no move to retreat. instead, she timidly intertwined her fingers with yours

୨୧ "but spending seven minutes locked in here seems like a bit of a waste. it's just a game anyway, right?" her words incresed your heartbeat, your gaze flickered to your entwined hands as shauna drew nearer, her nose was inches away from touching yours

୨୧ "and it would be just a one time thing. and for the sake of our friends too, we don't wanna ruin their game," you agree, adding to her comment, lips grazing against each other

୨୧ "you're right," she murmurs, her hot breath tingling against your skin

୨୧ judging by her shaky voice and unsteady stance, it seemed that the scary shauna shipman was more nervous than you. offering her a reassuring smile, you reached out to stroke her cheek, drawing her closer until your lips met in a tender kiss

୨୧ thank god because she would not have the courage to kiss you or ask you out, only if it happened during a fight and she was so full of anger that would just force you to shut up by crashing her lips into yours

୨୧ it soon became clear that it wasn't just a one time thing. no questions asked, kissing shauna shipman became a habitual affair and, just like that, you were dating

୨୧ if shauna was jealous before, she was a green eyed monster now. extremely protective and would make it obvious by always touching you in some way. a hand over your body, a caress on your face, kissing you like she was about to devour you in front of everyone and holding hands were just a few examples

୨୧ shauna could be shy in the first weeks but then she would call you pet names like sweetheart or baby (like when she called lottie sweetheart in that episode 😔)

୨୧ and you were completely fine with that cause calling her sweet and cheesy pet names ever was your thing; honey bunny, cupcake, pumpkin, sunshine, buttercup, the list was endless

୨୧ your favorite part about it was to watch shauna's cheeks getting rosy in a matter of seconds whenever you affectionately called her those names in front of your friends. she'd act all shy but the moment you left to grab some food, she would tell the others to fuck off

୨୧ shes just a girl 🎀

[romanestuffsposts]

I love your page so much! You are so sweet and a great writer 💓💓💖💖

If you feel comfortable, if possible, 🥺 can you do one with daddy’s and the reader on the way from somewhere and they get into a car accident? 🥺 the reader gets hurt

Hi there love! 💜

Ohh thank you so much sweetie you're so kind!

Of course i'll write it for you, i'm sorry if you had to wait to see it written. I hope you'll see it ^^

Oh and if you want to go take a look, i already wrote something like your request, right here ❤️

Enjoyy <33

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Warnings : car accident, blood, panic, hospital, traumatic, wounds, broken bones, comfort, pet names, emergency, mention of surgery, mention of being paralysed, accident happens during the night, shock state,

Pairings : Daddies!Stucky ; Daddy!Bucky x Papa!Steve x Little!Reader

Summary : you come back from a birthday party at the tower but end up in a car accident with your daddies

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you were coming back from the tower. It was Kate's birthday today so eveyone came over to celebrate it with a delicious meal. Everyone came with something to eat or drink and everything were dropped on the dinning table to be eaten afterwards.

You had so much fun, you love everyone that’s there so of course spending your afternoon with these people is a good planning for your day. You couldn’t help but be sad when you had to leave. It was getting late and even tho it’s a party day you can’t forget your daily planning at home.

Your Daddies were talking while you were busy watching the side road passing by as you speed through the road. Your ears were concentring on the soft music playing at the radio. Everything were perfect, the day was, the moments spending with the family were, the drive back home was perfect and relaxing.. yea, everything were good. So why ?

Why do you find yourself on the middle of the road, in the middle of the night with no car to protect you from the cold night ?

You look around you, your vision is blurred, your ears are buzzing and your head hurts too much to ask yourself questions about what happened.

You can see your Daddy coming toward you, he has blood trickling down his left temple and his eyes are glassy. He cups your head in his hands and you see his lips moving but you don’t hear him. You just stare into his eyes.

‘’Steve she doesn’t react!’’ He yells panicked, his gaze never leaving yours ‘’is she still awake ?’’ He asks more calmly.

He’s used to event like this from his past in the army. He knows he has to stay calm for the three of you, if everyone is panicking, nobody will be able to help each others.

He tried to move but he’s blocked in his seat. He groans from frustration, he can’t move so he has to talk to explain what Bucky or you has to do and he hates it. He hates the fact that he can’t help manually.

‘’Bucky you have to listen to me’’ he breathed out ‘’Do not move her, even tho she seems fine you’re not sure of it so don’t move her’’

‘’but what do I do then ?’’

‘’You still have your phone on you ?’’ he hears Bucky says yes ‘’alright then call an ambulance, tell them where we are and explain the state of emergency we are in’’

‘’Steve she’s freezing cold, her shoes are gone and her t-shirt is completely worn and wet’’ he worriedly says

‘’the only way you can help her is if you call help!’’ Steve hears Bucky on the phone and he takes this time to breath out and check if he feels all his body. He knows his upper body is fine because he moved but he doesn’t know for his legs.

He wiggles his toes inside his shoes and sigh in relief when they move. Good he think to himself.

Secondes later, Bucky is at the window looking at Steve ‘’they’re sending someone.’’

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The next morning you open an eye, it was hard at first but after some minutes you finally come back to yourself. You look around you, everything is white and it’s too much light for your tired eyes.

You moan in discomfort which is followed by other noises. Secondes later your daddies are by your sides ‘’easy baby’’

Oh, your daddy’s voice. It was a nice sound to your ear.

You open your eyes to see your two favorite heads looking down at you ‘’take the time you need, princess. We have water if you want to’’

‘’What happened ?’’ You quietly ask.

‘’We got into a car accident yesterday night but we’re all fine. The doctors took good care of us since we’re here’’ your Daddy smiles

‘’You had to go into surgery for your arm because it was broken and you hurt your ankle too but you’ll be back on your feet quickly. The doctors aren’t worried about that’’ your Papa reassures you. ‘’You hit your head pretty bad too, you had needed stitches’’

‘’And so did i’’ your Daddy shows you his temple where he had stitches with a smile to show you it’s nothing serious. It reassure you a bit more but it’s probably because you don’t have your eyes on it.

You look down at your ankle and see something white that start under your toes and that stop near your knee. You never had something like that before. You look at your arm and see the same thing. Your eyes start to tear up about the fact that you won’t be able to run around, or taking bath, or playing with your friends. You scared of the pain too.

‘’Hey babydoll don’t cry, you’re not going to have it forever, once it’s fixed we remove it. You will be able to do il the funny things you usually do I promise you’’ your Daddy kisses your forehead

‘’Yes and plus, during the time that you’re like this we’ll have to do everything for you. We’ll have to carry you, to let you sleep with us in the bed, to massage you’’ he sighs ‘’it’ll be horrible’’

You giggle through your sniffs. Your Daddies shared a look, they were scared to not be able to cheer you up.

‘’what your Papa said is good things for you but we also have some privileges while you’re like this’’ your Daddy grins, he walks toward the end of the bed as you watch him ‘’what ?’’ You ask

‘’Well’’ he sighs and looks down at your pink toes who are peering up from the plaster ‘’we can tease those little toes whenever we want and you couldn’t do anything about it’’ he lightly wiggles his index finger under your toes.

The sudden feeling make you laugh and then try to retract your feet which is impossible.

He laughs and stops ‘’yea, I’m sure we’ll have all lots of fun during this time’’ he winks

[iravinirattu]

ik im late but im playing through kaveh's hangout event and. the haikaveh brainrot is real

since these losers can't do it themselves i am here to offer my translation services ‼️

al haitham you liar. we are in a library using our indoor voices you did NOT hear us.

and even if you did mr. "i hate small talk" why'd u walk over hmm?? hmm??

"dont mind if i ignore you, i've got my earphones in" <- applies to everyone except kaveh

"okay now that i've gotten him distracted tell me what's wrong so i can discreetly fix it"

mans literally sent kaveh away to boost his confidence a bit + find out if he was okay.

"you annoted those books with such long and beautiful notes that eveyone hated lolol anyways check out those shelfs where there's a book with someone appreciating ur notes"

i can't get over how many exceptions al haitham makes for kaveh. he's not heartless and cruel in the way i often see him portrayed... but at the same time his entire demeanor is "i respect you as a person but won't go out of my way to do things for you unless it benefits me"

like he's one of the only characters who isn't super super close with the traveler, at least that's how i see it in the voicelines! he respects them as a friend, would consider doing things for them if they asked, but that's about it really!

but KAVEH. for someone who enjoys a peaceful life and has such a rational and efficient way of working it theoretically makes no sense for him to do all the things he does for kaveh.

like sure "maybe the cheering up kaveh is just to avoid having to deal with him drunk later", but that's too roundabout of a demeanor to be al haitham's style. plus, if he really didn't want to deal with a drunk kaveh, he could just kick him out.

but he doesn't because he cares, and kaveh does not understand that because he has created a vision of what he thinks al haitham is in his head, and in that vision he, kaveh, has no value so why would haitham have him around?? clearly he's got ulterior motives.

and they won't move further until kaveh lets go of that vision, and he can only do that if he truly realises his own worth, and until then haitham's gonna have to keep pushing him towards that from the shadows.

"he overworks himself, it's not healthy. he forgets the practicality of his ideals when he starts something, thinking he can pull through it, but reality hits him halfway. he can keep his ideals, that's fine, but i wish he was a bit more realistic about them."

"and despite all of the above, despite wanting to uphold his artistic integrity, he still puts everyone's needs before his own."

"his approach is too contradictory, and hence people don't see his talent. there are those who's resolve is so brash they are seen as confident and unshakable; and yet he who is more talented than them all falls behind because he's so easy to take advantage of."

al haitham taught me two new words today lol

irascible - someone with a quick temper

paragon - something viewed as a standard

"if he wants things to change he needs to find a balance between compromise and resolve. there is no way to please everyone, but instead of accepting this, he thinks he can nullify it if he takes all the burden instead."

kaveh's altruism stems from his own self-hatred, moreso than his desire to help others. and while doing a good deed puts a smile on his face, the melancholy guilt that trips him when he doesn't is far greater.

"if they are his ideals then i have no right to say anything about them. but he hurts himself so much as a result of that and i wish he would love himself a bit more."

al haitham has a great deal of respect for kaveh, not just as a scholar but as a person. and it's hard watching someone like that dig their own grave, and there's nothing you can do but wait in the sidelines, because they won't believe anything you say.

al haitham is constantly bickering with kaveh to get him to feel a little, challenge his ideals, find a way to make them work without sacrificing himself in return.

"at this poing talking to him is no use, he's convinced himself that his life only has purpose if it's in the hands of others. all people face hardships in life, but he seems to believe he deserves all he gets and more"

and then after kaveh is back he gives him space to talk about things that make him happy, and more importantly, appreciate himself.

how to tell kaveh i want to listen to his silly lil rants without sounding like a sap - al haitham's brain, probably

al haitham knowing all of kaveh's little buttons, and pressing the right ones after determining his mood, so he can show kaveh he loves him but still sound like a bitch.

"you did so well. i am so proud, and i hope you are proud of yourself too."

and sometimes he does click the wrong one, but then immediately goes back on it, becomes soft(er than usual), offers reassurance, changes the topic, and so on

we saw this in the parade of providence event, when kaveh got legitimately upset at one of haitham's remarks and he immediately went into I HAVE UPSET MY BF recovery mode.

and what i love the most in all this is KAVEH'S DUMBASS IS SO OBLIVIOUS TO THIS LMAOOO

but also it's sad because the reason he's oblivious is because he doesn't think he's worth being cared for like that.

haikaveh's whole vibe is "i love you, but i'd much rather you love yourself first" and "i'm your one and only, your only exception, the one you'd break all your rules for" and i love it.

[cardinal-corpse1]

Seeing as Era 0 is getting popular, mainly the Era 0 Ghouls / Nihils Ghouls, because of the animations/MV. So as someone who personally loves the Era 0 Ghouls I want to kindly correct anyone who has mixed the Ghouls elements up. It's easy enough done but I hope this will help people out.

Here they are in the animation/MV.

Both from Kiss the Go Goat music video.

This is Era 0 Fire Ghoul, obviously plays guitar and he does the backing vocals. His guitar is quite close up to his chest, the guitar is also black and white. And he has slick back hair, pretty short. He likes to swing his arm up or around too.

On the left of Nihil.

I personally in my own little Ghost lore his name is Idris, he's fully Fire but I could see people probably making him mix or multi because of him doing backing vocals. That's up to your personal lore.

This is Era 0 bass player or Water Ghoul. He sticks to the right of Nihil and has an all black bass. He too keeps it pretty high up and close to his chest. His hair is longer and very fluffy. He does this sort of half sway dance in Kiss the Go Goat and is always facing the Drummer.

My friend has named this guy Afon, very cool ass name. I love him so much.

Now onto the drummer, Earth of course. He's more so to the right of Nihil but behind him. He's got the longest hair out of eveyone, also seems very greasy. Looks a lot to the Water/Bass Ghoul as well, definitely something going on there.

Short

This guy name given by me and a friend is Bryn.

Lastly is the Air Ghoul, piano. He's to the left behind Fire Ghoul. He seems to be a bit stiff.

He's got curly fluffy hair but it's shorter than the Water Ghouls hair.

Name given to him by my great friend is Awyr.

(not a brilliant photo sorry)

Me and my friend made ocs of these guys long before anything big happened to them and they was more in the background. All the names are Welsh, just something fun we did.

I don't expect people to use these names I thought I'd just share what we've called them. But maybe people could think outside the box when naming these fellas, no basic water names or such, get creative people, be fun!

[huffle-dork]

Swap Beyond the Crystalverse Chapter 21: Resurgence

Co-written with @crystalninjaphoenix Read Swapboys | Read Crystal’s AUs

Other Multiverse Stories: SITCV | SATCV | GITHV

SBTCV Masterpost

The group makes it out into the hallway without incident. And down towards the elevator without incident. And Schneep presses the button to open the doors without incident. 

"...this feels too easy," Jackie mutters.

Alt is glitching with anxious energy, “Yeah… way too easy…” 

“Maybe it will actually just be easy for once?” Bro tries to say hopefully. 

“That’s a dangerous sentence, Chase…” Huffle says nervously.

The elevator arrives. 

"Well... are we going in or not, then?" Schneep asks. "Because I do not think that there is another way out of here." 

"That's a fire hazard," Crystal mutters.

Alt takes a deep breath then glitches onto the elevator. 

Bro chuckles, “It is isn’t it? I-I’m sure it’ll be fine!” He follows Alt in. Huffle gives Crystal a nervous look before following them too.

The elevator doors close as they all pile in, and Schneep presses the button to send it upwards. They feel it start to go... And then they feel it stop. 

"Ohhhh no," Crystal whispers, eyes darting around. "Oh I don't like this." The light above turns red.

“Shit!” Alt curses. 

“Nooo I didn’t mean to jinx it!!” Bro whines. 

Huffle presses up against Alt and Crystal in fear. “Ohhh no- w-we’re not gonna get trapped in here a-are we?!”

"Trapped?" A voice says. "Not if I have anything to say about it." An image forms in front of the elevator doors, grinning. 

"That's him!" Crystal gasps. "That's Rift Anti!" 

The other Anti forms in front of the group. "Alt!" he shouts, looking back and pulling his eye-patch off. "Glitch the others out of here!"

Bro gasps and tries to push in front of the others. Alt doesn’t hesitate once inverted Anti appears. He grabs eveyone as quick as he can then concentrates on glitching out.

"No!" Rift Anti shouts— But then they're gone, Alt having taken them right outside the van. 

"W-we gotta get out of here!" Crystal stammers. "We—we can outdrive him, I think?" 

Chase opens the driver's side door. "What happened?"

“Rift Anti is here!” Alt shouts, pushing the buds towards the car first. “We need to book it!” 

"Rift Anti?" Chase repeats. 

"Fuck! That must be the other guy!" Marvin curses. "Go go go go!" 

“W-What about Anti?! Not rift the- inverted one!” Huffle asks as they clamor towards the van. 

“…h-He’ll catch up, I’m sure of it.” Alt says. “Just go!”

Bro helps the buds inside then hops in himself. Alt stays outside the car until everyone is in.

"Alt, get in!" Chase shouts, turning the engine on. He starts speeding down the dirt road.

Alt hurriedly runs after them then glitches in. He quickly stuffs the TRVLR in his backpack then looks out the back window as they start to speed away.

The car radio turned to static. "He's coming!" Inverted Anti's voice says. 

"He's here," says another voice in the back of the van. 

Chase's body suddenly stiffens up. "G-guys?! I can't—I can't let off the gas!" The car is continuing to speed up. "I-I can't let go of the steering wheel, either!"

“What?!” Bro shouts in surprise. 

“W-What’s happening?!” Huffle cries in fear. 

“Fuck! H-Hang on Chase!” Alt calls. His brain scrambles for what to do. 

“Alt! Glitch me outside!” Bro suddenly shouts. Alt looks at him with wide eyes. Then he nods and glitches them both outside- right in the path of the car. Bro’s eyes light up bright blue as he holds out his hands and concentrates all his power on trying to stop the car.

The van comes straight at Bro but he doesn’t budge. It slams into him and for a few scary seconds it seems like it might overpower him. But Bro grits his teeth and digs his feet into the ground, pushing every ounce of strength into stopping its momentum. And finally the car grinds to a stop. Bro breathes heavily, not letting go as he hears the tires still trying to turn.

 Alt takes this time to try to glitch next to Chase and grabs onto his shoulder, trying to find rift Anti’s energy and drive it out.

At the same time as Alt does that, Jackie reaches over and forcibly moves Chase's leg to the side, pushing his foot off the gas pedal. Chase's hand shoots to the side, punching Jackie in the face. He yelps as his head snaps back but grabs onto Chase's arm, holding it. 

It's strange. At first, Alt can't find any sign of a foreign presence in Chase's body. But then he feels it. A slippery lightning pressed against Chase's nerves, blending into what's already there. 

Chase makes a choking sound, and then words come out of his mouth that aren't his. "Do you think you're so great, Alt?" Rift Anti asks through Chase's strangled voice. "Do you really think you can stand against me? When the most powerful Anti you knew couldn't?"

Alt feels dread pool in his gut as he shudders, looking at Chase momentarily in fear. Then he narrows his eyes in determination and tries to push more magic in. “I-I have to- it doesn’t matter if I think I can! I can’t let you keep hurting innocent people! I can’t let you destroy our universes!”

The energy is hard to reach, slippery as it is. Chase's eyes roll back as he lets out a wet growl, like he's gargling on his own saliva. Alt feels something try to grab onto his magic, but it bounces off easily, like it was no more than a balloon. 

"Innocent people always get hurt," Chase's voice says, accompanied by a voice coming from all their phones. "It's the way of the world. Of all of them. That's why they must be destroyed."

“You’re wrong!” Alt growls, “It’s only people like you that cause that hurt! T-There’s so much good in every world! You’re just too blind to see it!” 

"THEN WHY DIDN'T ANYONE COME?!" Rift Anti shrieks, Chase's voice cracking as he forces him to shout so loud that Bro can hear it clearly through the car windows. "Where was your 'good' then?!" 

Alt feels panic well up in his heart though as he hears the pain Chase is in and feel something try to grab his magic. He’s supposed to be able to stop rift Anti right?! Why can’t he stop him?? He still tries- something has to give… but what if he can’t? 

Chase's body jerks as Anti resists Alt's push against him, but then slumps. Anti is gone and Chase is left gasping. Alt jolts backwards, staring at Chase with wide eyes as he lets him go. He just stares, trying to think of how to respond but… Anti is gone. 

Bro rushes to the window and tries to get the car door open, “Other me! Are you okay?!” 

"I'm fine," Chase says, and he coughs and rubs his throat. "God, that always sucks. Fucker made me shout so hard it hurt." His voice does indeed still sound raspy. 

Bro sighs in relief. “I-I’m just glad you’re not more hurt…” 

Huffle is curled up in the back and looks at Crystal with wide eyes, “Cry- what do we do?!” She whispers. “T-there’s gotta be something we can do right?”

Crystal stares back, mind scrambling to remember everything they can about the Rift universe. "Oh!" They gasp. "I remember! A thing I had pl—a-a, um, possible future for his world! W-we have to—if it's possible, we have to, um... this is going to sound crazy, but we have to get him to the area between worlds." 

Huffle looks confused, “Between worlds?” 

Alt looks back towards Crystal then glitches to be in front of them. “the space between worlds?” He knits his eyebrows in thought. “… do you know how his control works? He can do multiple people at a time… b-but maybe it’s harder to hold others down….?”

"Oh! I guess that makes sense," Marvin says. "A space between worlds... in a way. If you have a space, then you have a space outside that space... am I making any sense here?" 

"Absolutely not," Schneep says. Crystal nods. 

"H-he can only do about three people at once. I, uh, don't know about others being harder, I didn't... maybe guys with powers are harder? I was... thinking about that... being a thing..."

Alt swallows shakily then nods, “…maybe I can… I can try to bait him… k-keep him in place. Until Anti can get us to the space.” 

“Alt you can’t use yourself as bait!” Huffle cries. 

“I can’t let him control more of you!” Alt argues. “Especially not you two!”

"Alt, I don't think—I-I don't think you'd be good enough bait," Crystal whispers. They swallow a lump in their throat. "After all... h-he's ultimately after me." 

“I dunno h-he’s been after us for a couple worlds now…” Alt tries to say, but he doesn’t sound as confident. 

“I am not letting him get, Cry! He’ll fucking have to go through me first.” Huffle says with slightly glowing teal eyes. 

"Huffle..." Crystal whispers, their eyes wide as they look at her. 

"We are not using anyone as bait," Jackie says firmly. "There has to be another way." 

“Jackie’s right! There’s always another way!” Bro says.

The car radio whines with static. Inverted Anti manifests, sitting in the space between the driver's and passenger's seat. It would be a tight squeeze if he wasn't all static, in a ghostlike state where the others can pass through him. "Whatever we do, I can get Sam to open us a rift to the Space In-Between. We'll have to be fast about it."

Alt opens his mouth to argue but then Anti forms. He huffs and then grips at his wrist, “t-There has to be someway to contain him right?“ 

Anti frowns. He glances at Crystal. "You're the expert here." 

"I-I am? Oh yeah, I guess I am." Crystal pauses. "I, uh... Th-the thing about Rift Anti is that he's just a mind, no body. What's that Slay the Princess quote...? Solitary lights in an empty city, thoughts without connections, a dim and nascent network." 

"Nascent?" Chase repeats, eyebrows raising. "What's that?" 

"It's like, uh, something that's appearing and forming. That part of the quote doesn't really apply, uh..." Crystal's mind scrambles. "But, uh... since he's a mind, maybe mental magic will have an effect? Magic doesn't really exist in his world, h-he might not be prepared for it."

“Mental magic…” Alt says slowly. “…I.. I don’t use that often but… maybe…?” He doesn’t look too comfortable about that. “… it’s worth a shot.”

"More of a plan than we've had so far," Anti says. He looks at Alt, expression softening a bit. "I'd offer to do it, but I don't think I'd be able to. He'd be able to reach out and drain my power again before I got too deep." 

Alt nods, narrowing his eyes in determination, “…I-I won’t be like Mag if I do this… I-I’ll be doing it to protect people,” He says quietly, like he’s trying to convince himself.

"We haven't known each other that long," Jackie says softly. "But I agree. You won't be a villain, Alt. This guy... he wants to do terrible things. And he won't stop until someone makes him. And, uh, hey, you won't really be hurting him. I-I don't think a mind can feel pain without a body." 

Marvin nods. "I-I know what it's like to... worry about that," he says quietly. "You have to trust in yourself. And trust that your friends will be there for you. To watch after you." 

You still might feel bad about it, but remember, it's different than what your villain does, JJ says. You're right. You'll be doing it to protect others. Not for your own selfish desires. You're not the same as him at all. He smiles. I knew from the moment I saw you that you were different than those villains out there.

Alt looks back at the others with wide eyes, obviously touched. He gives them a small determined smile and nods. “…thank you. I… I can do this.” 

“Yeah you can!” Bro cheers, “Let’s kick some ass!” 

Huffle smiles proudly at Alt.

“Hate to ruin the moment, but we’ve been sitting in one place for a while,” Anti says. “He’s going to come back.”

Alt nods, “R-Right… let’s try to lead him away from the car, then.” He looks gratefully at all the others before glitching back outside. 

Bro furrows his brow in worry, “…what about the rest of you? Are you gonna try to get out of here?”

“Yeah, of course,” Jackie says. “We don’t want to be anywhere near IRIS when they figure out what we did to their machines.” 

JJ frowns. What DID you do? 

“Shhh, I’ll explain later.” 

“I dunno about you guys, but I want to go home,” Chase says, looking back at the others. “See the kids again before he probably shows up.” 

“We’ll protect you, Chase,” Marvin says fiercely. “We promise.” 

Bro’s face softens and he nods, “Yeah dude… go see your family.” 

Crystal grabs their backpack of stuff and gets out of the van. “Do you guys mind if I come along? My going-back device is still on its timer.” They glance back at Huffle. “I mean, unless you want to stay with these guys. But I think we should go with them.”

Huffle blinks then nods, “Yeah I… I want to stick with you…” she says, slipping on her own bag and hopping out. She looks back to the others and smiles. “It was so fun to meet you all! I hope… everything works out for you guys.” 

Alt looks back to the van and nods, “Yeah… thanks guys… for uh.. everything.”

“No, thank you for everything,” Schneep says, smiling. “We may not have gotten Chase back without you two. Or at least, not with his memories.” 

Sam waves their nerve-tail, saying goodbye. 

“Good luck to you guys, too,” Chase says. 

“Maybe we’ll see you again,” Marvin says.

“Yeah! Hopefully we can come visit!” Bro says brightly, 

“I’m so glad we could help.” Alt smiles too and nods, 

“Be safe you guys.” Huffle waves, grinning.

The others all wave. “Well… heading out.” Chase puts the van into gear again. “We’ll see you around!” The guys continue to wave as Chase drives away. Alt and Bro wave too. 

Anti manifests next to Bro and Alt. “He’s definitely coming,” he mutters.

Once Anti appears, Alt’s expression hardens and he nods. “Okay… we gotta lure him in then… is Sam ready with a rift?” 

Anti nods. “When we’re ready, it’ll appear right over there.” He points to a spot in between two trees. “Easy to remember.” 

Huffle presses up close to Crystal and goes to hold their hand, squeezing it slightly. She looks nervous.

Crystal squeezes Huffle’s hand back and takes a deep breath. “Oookay. I guess—” 

The sky seems to darken above them, a shadow being cast by no cloud. Alt and Bro get into defensive stances, Alt collecting magic at his fingertips. 

“—I guess that’s him, then!” Crystal says, eyes wide. The temperature seems to rise. Everyone feels the hair on the back of their necks stand up—and a red lightning bolt darts towards Crystal and Huffle.

Huffle screams as the lightning darts towards them and closes her eyes, going to try to protect Crystal. A teal shield of sparkling magic blooms to life right in front of them, deflecting the blow. 

Alt blinks in surprise, “not good at magic my ass!” He calls to Huffle. 

Huffle blinks her eyes open in surprise and stares at the shield. “I-I didn’t mean to do that but- t-thank god!”

A hiss echoes through the air, like an angry cat being filtered through a broken radio. Rift Anti's image forms in the middle of them, glaring at Huffle and Crystal. "Ever hear the phrase 'death of the author'?" And above them, a storm of red lightning forms in the air, bolts connecting to each other, a web of electricity. Another bolt slams down, aiming for Huffle's shield.

Huffle pales and holds more onto Crystal, trying to hide her shaking. She screams again as the lightning strikes- but surprisingly the shield stays put. A slight crack appears on its surface. 

“Hey leave them alone!” Alt shouts. “Your fight should be with us, fucker!”

Rift Anti laughs. “Why? You can’t help me the way they can. But alright, if you insist.” 

The lightning storm above brightens, and three bolts dart down—one for Alt, Bro, and the other Anti.

Inverted Anti glitches out of the way easily. Bro quickly duck rolls out of the way, almost getting hit and lands back in a crouched position. 

But, Alt doesn’t glitch away, he stands firm. 

“Alt!” Bro shouts in panic. 

Alt holds up a hand as the lightning strikes- and then he grits his teeth as the red lightning courses around him- but doesn’t shock him. And it quickly turns green blue as he absorbs the power- eyes glowing brightly and magic sparking wildly around him. He grins a bit unhinged. “Thanks for the power boost~!” He smirks.

“What?!” Rift Anti’s image, usually so stoic, breaks into surprise. The lightning storm falters. Then increases. “You already have your own power! Don’t take mine!” 

“I-it’s not even yours!” Crystal shouts. 

“Shut the fuck up!” 

Another bolt heads for the two of them, but Inverted Anti leaps forward, taking the blow instead. His body jitters but he doesn’t falter. “Alt!” He shouts. “Use that boost!”

“Right!” Alt builds up magic in his hands and then- a bright spiral of soft blue greens and whites appears behind him. “Hey fuck face! Try to fight this!”

"Try to fight what, you fucking fool?!" Anti's image turns around. "You think you can scare me with a bunch of lights?! A bunch of... swirling lights? Lights that are... are..." His voice slowly fades away. The image fades as well, becoming half-translucent, and the lightning storm above flickers, the electricity dying down.

Alt smirks at Rift Anti, “I was an apprentice of Magnificent, bitch. You think he wouldn’t teach me a couple tricks?” 

Huffle gapes, “I-It worked!” 

Bro watches with wide eyes. 

“You have to get him all together," Inverted Anti says. "He's spread out right now--but he needs to be in one place."

Alt blinks at Inverted Anti then furrows his eyebrows. He seems nervous before he looks at Rift Anti and shakily orders, “F-Form back together.”

There's a slight crackling in the air. The lightning storm and Anti's image slowly disappear. But Alt can feel something forming, something coalescing. Purple light appears in front of him, and he recognizes the feeling of Magnificent's magic--this must be the magic that Anti stole from him, forming into a vague shape of a person. Other than that, there's no indication that Rift Anti is here now. Only Alt's connection to his mind lets him know that there's a full person here. 

"Do we--do we go now?" Crystal asks nervously.

“I-I think so-“ Alt says, wincing as he feels Mag’s power. 

“We should hurry! W-what if he tries to break out?” Huffle says nervously. But she tries to concentrate and the shield covering her and Crystal disappears into vague colored sparks of magic.

"Hurry is good!" Inverted Anti says. "Sam!" 

In between the two trees he pointed out earlier, green lightning unzips the fabric of the world, forming a rift. 

"You two go first!" Anti says, gesturing at Huffle and Crystal. 

"Oh god," Crystal says under their breath, then grabs Huffle and pulls her towards the rift. "Let's go!"

“Woahhh!” Huffle gasps, then eeps as bit as Crystal pulls her. But she quickly catches up with runs with them into the rift. 

“You next, Chase-“ Alt says, looking to Bro, “I’ll momentarily let him go… and get him to follow us in.” Bro looks hesitant then nods, hurrying after the buds.

"Be careful, Alt." Anti glitches over next to the rift. 

Alt nods, “I will.” 

"Don't worry about me. I can get there on my own without an entrance. I'll make sure he goes after you." And his form dissipates into barely-noticeable pixels. 

Alt feels Rift Anti stir beneath his magic. Not pushing against it, but starting to notice it there.Then, Alt breaks the magic and stares back at Rift Anti with glowing eyes, “How’d that feel, fucker?!” He smirks. “Betcha can’t catch me~!” He taunts before glitching behind him then back into the rift.

The purple form of a person disappears. "You--what--how--?!" Rift Anti's voice says. "You took them with you?! Get back here!" And he chases after them. 

After he disappears from this world, the rift disappears, and Inverted Anti goes as well.

[andromedasummer]

Hello, I just saw an ask you sent abnerkrill about f1. I'm very new to the sport (I'm on s4 of Drive to Survive and have just begun following the current season), and doing some research into f1 history for a project I'm working on. Do you have any resources on the history of f1? And do you know where I can find the Senna documentary? No pressure to respond, of course, and thanks for sharing your insight in that ask.

Hell yeah I can help! DTS is docudrama which means it will make a storyline outta nothing, so you've probably been given a very warped view of the sport. Which isn't to say it isn't good fun! Its just not helpful to understanding the sport.

I've been into motorsport coming up on 4 years now and I've read/watched a bunch on the history of F1 and motorsport. I'll list some of that stuff here:

MY RECOMMENDATIONS:

One: Life On The Limit (documentary)

Free on youtube. Interviews tons of drivers. Got me into the sport. I mean it when i say it interviews a ton of old drivers/important people from multiple eras and paints a real picture of the danger of the sport. Fair warning: it contains footage of fatal crashes and if you find that upsetting I totally understand and won't blame you for skipping it

Lauda (Documentary)

Eveyone should know about Niki. I say this half-ironically. Hes my fav driver so I'm biased but his impact on the sport cannot be overstated. His story, from his championship to his horror crash and full body burns to his next two championships and his fight for driver safety is incredible. He was half of the pair that organized the famous driver strike! Whole grid locked themselves in a bedroom instead of driving to protest the lack of safety!

Rush (Movie)

Again Niki Lauda related, however this is THE motorsport movie. It's very accurate to the battle between James Hunt and Niki Lauda for the championship, along with their friendship. It's great and even non-motorsport enjoyers loved it.

Biographies/Auto-Biographies (Books)

Tons drivers have tons, some have multiple (like Senna or Schumacher) and you can get the more well known ones from the more well known drivers off Z-Lib or annasarchive pretty easy (use a vpn and go to r/piracy and navigate to their masterpost of piracy links. if you dont have a vpn dw they list a really solid free one) you should also be able to find a host for the senna doco through there. I would recommend reading about figures like Prost, Schumacher, Lauda, Hamilton obvs but also non-drivers in the sport like Ross Brawn and Sid Watkins.

Life on The Limit (Books)

Two books by Sid Watkins (doctor who made f1 safe) that were released in tandem with the doco I mentioned and go into great detail about his friendship with past drivers. Really funny at multiple points and then absolutely heartbreaking when it comes to the things he saw and lost during those days. Highly recommend.

My friend Laura who has been watching since infancy also recommends:

- "In general for freebie resources, overtakefans as a site has a Ton of resources and history archived"

- "and if you search for 'F1 season reviews YouTube' you will usually find the short season round ups they used to do that provide you with some basic history and that can be really good if you want to know more about certain eras but don't know where to start."

Silver War (documentary)

It's abt nico and lewis and their lifelong friendship into bitter toxic rivalry into. whatever the fuck it is now. is on youtube, (I personally haven't seen it.)

Grand Prix: The Killer Years (Book)

About the deadly years of F1, I believe. (I haven't read it.)

Enzo Ferrari: The Man and The Machine (Book)

from Laura: "even though it starts WAY WAY WAY before f1 and is probably too heavy for a newbie to handle it is a VERY detailed look at not just Ferrari but early Motorsport in Europe and how that eventually led to the creation of F1 and why Ferrari has always been a presence in it"

The book also touches briefly on fascism in the sport which I will be talking abt under the readmore because I do feel it's an important disclaimer.

So, I put this under a readmore cos it's a bit long. But the one last thing I wanna say is that I think it is important when looking at F1 both in the current day and it's history to discuss the grim realities about why Motorsport is so elitist, and how that has been ingrained since it's founding.

A big thing to know about F1 history is that is was founded by the wealthy, juuust pre (late 1920s) and then post WW2 (paused during the war). It was the wealthy of this era who could afford to buy and race motorcars. From there, it was only those wealthy who could fund and form those teams. It was a rich mans hobby. And unfortunately, more often than not, those very rich men had fascist ideals (which were very, very popular in England and Italy and Europe in general and up until WW2 which made it a more distasteful ideal, although enough people certainly persisted with these beliefs more quietly).

Nazis raced in it. Nazi sympathizers raced in it. Ferrari had to work for Mussolini and Mercedes had to work under Hitler making weapons during the war, some members of these companies more willingly than others. Hell, one of F1s most famous circuits it raced on is the Nurburgring. A massive stretch of track that was made on the orders of Hitler, next to a small town where the small Jewish population had been purged. It was built to show off German Engineering and with the hopes to show off to the rest of the West (they lost against the English in the inaugural race and threw a fucking fit abt it loser fucking nazis).

These echoes of facism and elitism do still exist in european motorsport to this day and, like fascist ideals, have expanded into other continents. I don't think I could name a Brazilian driver who doesn't support Jair Bolsonaro. The Piquets are personal friends with him, Nelson (4 time world champ, prolific racist) drives him around for political rallies. Emmerson Fittipaldi (another old champion, Brazilian) ran as an MP for the Italian fascist party. Bernie Ecclestone (owned the rights to f1 for a WHILE) believes in fucking insane conspiracy theories about Jewish people and described Putin, who he is friends with, as a "good man" on national television when questioned abt the invasion of Ukraine. Max Mosely, who was head of the FIA until the late 2000s, was a youth fascist who handed out handwritten leaflets on "racial inferiority". His parents wedding was attended by Hitler himself. He was the nephew of Oswald Mosely, who was done for treason during the war for his loyalty to the Nazis and belief in Nazism. Max was still in charge when Lewis, the sports first black driver (one of two ever now, out of 70+ years of history), came into the sport. And that's not even going into the morality of some of F1s sponsors (Armco, etc) and the places they race (too long to list)

This is uncomfortable, yes, but it's not often talked about when recounting F1's history. Certainly not in documentaries or books. The creators of which who, frankly, dont even know how to touch on the subject or think it's fine to skip over. But it is a reality of the sport and it does intertwine in an irremovable way with its history, especially when you look at the people who both competed and still do compete. When you look at its current day classism, its racial inequality, sexism, homophobia, ableism etc.

Just because its easier to hide these days through weak statements, a stance of individualism on drivers political views and co-opting of activist language without actual moves towards change, certainly does not mean it isn't there. And while things have absolutely improved in terms of diversity and will hopefully continue to improve with the presence of people like Lewis Hamilton and Susie Wolff, F1 and European motorsport is and was unfortunately, founded in an era of fascism and elitism and it will be a while until those parts of the sport can be removed from its structure.

[sheisobvious]

some old stuff I found on pinterest (and below interesting things) - Part 1

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“One minute Taylor is busting out lyrics and being adorable in front of the camera, and the next she is like high-fashion model” 

Q: What type of music are you into right now? 

TS: A Late’80s pop. One of my favorite songs is “She Drives Me Crazy”, by Fine Young Cannibals.It was so ahead of its time.  

App she loves – 8MM vintage camera  

TS: “It lets you put a cool, 1960s-style filter on iPhone videos and gives clips a moody grain” 

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COSMOGIRL 2009 

TS: "My newest hobby is going to wal-mart and putting my CD in front of others in the rack. I have no shame in it!" 

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Seventeen Magazine (2008) 

Q: Do you think that he ( the guy from “Should’ve Said No”) secretly likes being named in your songs? TS: Yeah, probably. Those kinds of guys like getting attention – because I mean, what else is he doing? He’s probably with six different girls who don’t know that they’re being played. 

Q: Has he (Drew from “Teardrops on My Guitar”)  contacted you?  

TS: Actually, he showed up in my driveway a couple of months ago, and it was like in the movies where at the end the guy shows up in your driveway, and you have this awesome kiss – except it’s three years too late. I’m like, Why didn’t you do this years ago ?!? He was stranger by then, so I felt like I didn’t know him anymore. 

Q: Do you ever write songs about anyone other than yourself? 

TS: “Tied Together With a Smile” is about a girl I knew my freshman year. She was absolutely Miss Popular, a pageaant girl, and she looked perfect every day! Always had the cutest outfits, always looked teh best at prom. But sometimes when you get a litle closer to people who look that perfect, you realize that they don’t feel perfect.They feel they’re ugly. And that’s what happened with this girl- I became closer friends with her, and one day she confessed that she was bulimic. 

Q: How did that make you feel? 

TS: It was really hard for me to take. But I never want to make someone feel horrible. do not deserve to be treated like that. I try to reason with  them and be calm about it. After a while, I was just like, "You don't need to do that anymore." So I played that song for her, and I said, "Who do you think that's about?" And honestly, I don't think she ever did it after that. 

Q: Have you ever felt bad about the way you look? 

TS: Everybody does! Everybody looks in the mirror and is like, I wonder why her eyes are huge and mine are smaller. But I realized that if you’re lucky enough to be different from everybody else, don’t change. 

Q: Do you ever wonder what it would be like to be someone eise? 

TS: Oh, my gosh, if I were a different person and I could start all over, I would want to be Hayley Williams from Paramore! I think she’s awesome, and their music is amazing. But you know, I love country music more than anything  in the world – I would never change what I do. 

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“I’ve seen a lot of you get new cars”, she joke to those who worked on the album (Fearless)  

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YOU (2009) 

FAVORITE BOOK – Who Will Cry When You Die? By Robin S. Sharma. It’s a self-help but It’s na easy read. Every page has a new thing you can do to show the people you love that they matter to you. It makes you appreciate what you have. I have a lot more good days now that I’ve read that. 

STYLE ICON – Cahrlize Theron. Thank you for saying I look a bit like her – taht makes my whole week. 

BEAUTY PRODUCTS – My favourite lip colour is Dragon Girl by Nars;l realy like Armani make-up and there's a perfume that l get when ľ'm in the UK called Midnight Rain by La Prairie. And I love Jo Malone candles. 

I: As ever, she sounds too good to be true . It might be one reason why. If we're being honest what eveyone realy wants to see is Taylor Swit being a litte bit naughty. Surely the teetotal Pollyanna façade must have cracks? Anyway, wouldn’t a bit of teenage rebellion be healthy? 

TS: “I've been given the freedom to do whatever I want. I'm 19 –if want to storm out of the house and go to a club and get drunk and take my clothes off and run naked through Nashville, I can do that. I just really would rather not. I's as simple as that. It's not like I’ve been beaten down by some corporation that's forcing me to always behave myself - l just naturally do. Sometimes people are fascinated by the fact that I don't care about partying. almost to the point where they think it's weird.l think when we get to the point where it's strange for you to not be stumbing around high on something at 19, t's a warped world.” 

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PEOPLE, 2009 

Q: You just gave a $250,000 donation to schools you had previously attended or worked with. Why schools? 

TS: The schools that I went to and the amazing people I got to learn from relly turned me into who I am, and I wanted to give back. 

Q:If you’ve done all this by the time you turned 20, what do you want to do bu the time you turn 30? 

TS:I think I’d like to have made a couple more albums that I’m really proud of. I’d like to have a house. I’m not the kid the girl who makes a goal for herself of getting married or starting a family. I’ve never really put a timeline on those sorts of things. So I don’t have any personal goals by the time I’m 30. 

(midnight rain vibe)

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Q: What would you say is your biggest love “don’t” ? 

TS: No one wants to be with someone who desperately needs them. You should want the other person and love him, but you shouldn’t need him. If you depend on him for your happiness, that’s not good ,because what will you do when it ends? 

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TIGER BEAT  

I CALLED THIS ALBUM RED BECAUSE.. “all the different emotions written about on this album, they’re all about the tumultuous, crazy, insane, intense, semitoxic relationships that I’ve experienced in the last two years. In my mind, all of those emotions are red.” 

(I think this is the first time I see her referring to this relationship as toxic before 2022)

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BOP 2012 

Taylor Swift looks down at the floor as she talks about the songs on her new album, Red (it comes out October 22). "They're sad, if I'm being honest,"she confesses. Tay's big blue eyes get a little teary as she thinks about her life right now.In the last two years. Tay says she's felt "all of those emotions, travels around spanning from intense love,intense the workd with frustration, jealousy and confusion." She also admits. "There's been this earth-shattering. not recent, but absolute crash-and-bum neartbreak." 

(in this interview they are weird about her parents divorce)

[fantasticallyfruity4]

Billy and Eddie got a little place together after highschool.

It’s nothing fancy, really. But it’s nicer than the house on old cherry road, and nicer than Wayne’s trailer. Which yes, is Eddie’s home, and he’d never speak bad of, but god knows is held together by duck tape and prayer.

Honestly it’s only nice because it’s new. It’s a little 2 bedroom apartment above one of the stores on main. The owner used to use it as storage but since the mall opened he could used the extra income from converting it to a little apartment.

It’s got steady heat and electric. And they can even make the room to splurge on a basic cable package. they both know just how much that is to have. just how lucky they are to have that much.

they both know how lucky they are that the fridge isn't overflowing but always stocked enough. that they can afford a few meals out a week when they’re lazy, or as a little treat. that they can have days off during the week, fucking weekends!!! like they're middle class or some crazy shit. ends are met, and there's still some give. fuck, there's even a tiny savings account ($10 a week in the big shoebox Billys work boots came in. they deposit it when it fills up).

The entirety of the apartment is pretty humble. the “new” bed frame was from ikea, on sale because it was the display. the nightstands were from one of the thrift stores. the couch was from garreth’s place before his mom decided to redecorate, and garreth told them if they would lug it it was theirs. the coffee table was a house warming gift from Joyce Byers (and Billys still not sure he deserves her forgiveness or love, but that’s besides the point), the kitchen table from a flea market and the chairs (which honestly look like they could go, right eds? they're a great match we’ll take em) from a yard sale (same as their dressers). but everything works damn fine.

And best of all they were able to take Max in.

See, when Billy got the fuck outta dodge Neil got real mean to Max.

nothing happened, at least they were told so by the girl. and if she lied? billy wouldn't hold it against her, he'd been there- lying to anyone and Eveyone about what went on in that house. but assuming it didn't happen, it did still come too damn close.

And when max called one night and said “Billy I’m scared”, the boys were over with Eddie’s van in a half an hour and packing her shit while eddie Called in a favor from Steve harrington who called in a favor from Jim hopper, who just stood menacingly in the doorway, daring Neil to say or do a damn thing.

And this town is too damn small. Because Jim told Joyce, (the boys guessed), and Joyce must have called around, because when they got home Nancy wheeler was standing outside their door with an air mattress, a shopping bag full of some twin size linens, and a bag from melvads, just of “what her and her mom thought max might have forgotten or might need. there's some uh, snacks too. whoppers are mikes favorite so-”.

And max settles in easy. Eddie took her to the mall that Saturday to pick up some “posters and shit” for her new room, because “babe come on it’s the least we can do, that room is fucking sad”. she replaced a couple of the tapes she left at Neil and Susans, and even got 2 new ones. she picked up some posters for her wall, some stickers. some fuckin girly bath shit or something, Eddie was trying not to get a headache from how much that store smelt like one of Santas elves hurled, and some odds and ends clothing wise. (”you forgot your raincoat but not your boots?” “no you need a real jacket for the cold its fucking November your bother would kill me come on, pick one” “how many pairs of socks- no honey we don't do laundry that fast you need another pack... maybe two”) 

and billy spends the morning calling around the thrift stores, flea markets, the god damn churches, to see if anyone has anything for a bedroom set for a teenaged girl. saint some-fucin-one had a dresser he could come get, and the sally anne had a decent bed frame and a desk too (fuck the kid needs a desk doesn't she, billy realized), and he saw a little nightstand on someones curb that was fucking fine condition just needed a good cleaning. but he had to bite the full price bullet on a mattress and that hurt a little but okay. and... shit she’d like that rug. it'll make it more homey. the kids had to hard, she deserves it.

after everything they were a little low on their usual comfy pocket change and 80 bucks into the shoebox fund, and fuck were they so lucky to have it. max was overjoyed, and so happy with it. and she looked so relaxed, so comfortable. 

they never even mentioned kids. not even in a far out future way, but here they were.

max slowly casually slips into calling billy her brother. and then one day her and Eddie are getting tacos on the way home from a movie billy thought was “way too stupid to sit through, you two dorks have fun” and they bumped into one of max’s classmates and she introduced Eddie as her bother in law and fuck, did Eddie feel a lot of things at that. not as many as when he heard her on the phone say “sorry my brothers hosting his d+d thing tonight and its like, a family thing so I can’t”

the apartment is a weird mix of metal and Kate bush, but they’re all so comfortable with eachother.

Eddie hosts his D+D nights in the apartment and the kids are still a little bit skittish around Billy but he’s getting better. He stays out of the way, spends most of the nights in the bedroom, but occasionally comes out to make the party snacks and put out some water or iced tea. Interrupts with a kiss to Eddie’s cheek, saying “time to take a fucking break there’s snacks on the counter”, virtually court ordering a 10 minute recess so he can ask Eddie to catch him up on the campaign. And Max, who only really comes out of her room on these nights to bully Lucas and sit with El on the sidelines spectating (making fun of the boys), realizes that Billy doesn’t give a fuck what the campaign is, or how it’s playing out, he just wants to see how excited Eddie gets talking about his hobby, watching with soft eyes as he gets the full eddie munson: DM experience. And it seems like even if he doesn’t understand, Billy does encode what Eddie tells him, with the questions he asks and the comments he makes. Her brother is in love. And yeah she kinda knew that, they did move in together after all, but he’s really, really in love, Max realizes.

Billy’s a better cook than Eddie. And Billy isn’t great by any means, but Billy had to learn how to keep himself alive at a young age, whereas Eddie kinda always had Wayne looking out for him. So Eddie’s in charge of toast and coffee in the morning (which he burns more often than he’d like to admit) and Billy does the honors of real breakfast on the weekends, when they aren’t rushing around for work and school. Billy usually handles Dinner, and Eddie tries to help, god knows, but he’s a safety hazard and a half, as max has screamed while shooing him out of the kitchen many times.

Eddie takes good care of Billy too. It’s like he reads his mind, face getting worried and asking if he’s okay out of no where, catching a triggered Billy before even billy knows sometimes. Eddie takes care of Billy emotionally, which Billy’s never had before. He holds his hand and rubs his knuckles and promises him the world and delivers it. Max never really saw Billy cry before she started living with them. And it’s only happened twice, but she’s caught Eddie holding Billy while he honest to god Sobs, and she thinks it should probably freak her out but it’s kinda comforting to know Billy feels safe enough to do that, and that Eddie’s gonna take care of him.

Max thinks that maybe this is what normal parents are like. Loving each other, looking out for each other, taking care of each other. Trying to appreciate the others interests.

And they support her too. Much to her discomfort. Her report card is on the fridge, (held down by a magnet that’s a bottle opener) and both young men had stars in their eyes that she did so well her first quarter living with them because that means they haven’t fuck up too bad. (“It’s 4 Bs and 3 A’s Billy it’s not that great” “it’s better than I ever did! Fuck, Eddie get over here look that this! Isn’t this amazing!” “Yeah max holy shit! I had to re do senior year like, twice, I don’t think I’ve ever gotten an A in my life!”) Eddie was digging through the drawers desperately looking for anything magnetic to hang it up the second he finished talking. Eddie never really got into skating himself but some of his friends did. He gives max rides to the park a few towns over some evenings, swears it’s no sweat because he likes the record store here better anyway. And sometimes cassettes just show up on her desk randomly, songs and albums she maybe said she liked once on the radio in Billy’s car.

At first max doesn’t know how to interact with Wayne. She never knew her grandparents too well, and neither her dad or step dad were worth their weight in salt. So the first dinner he’s around she’s a little stiff. So stiff that Billy takes her aside to make sure she’s alright.

But Wayne’s alwyas been good with skittish kids with fucked up families, and he gets on her good side pretty fast. Wayne helps max replace her old skateboard wheels that Sunday.

It’s not a normal family, Max is well aware of that. But it’s the best she’s got, and the best she’s ever had. She likes it fine enough.

[rubylarkspur22]

what are your headcano about Nezuko's life in a AU where she remains a Demon and outlives eveyone?

Oh, that's evil. Let me think...

Everything below the cut!

So either the cure doesn't work, or it doesn't get developed(on time, or at all).

Nezuko still goes to the battlefield at the tail end, just in time for Tanjirou to awaken as a demon. Nezuko immediately jumps in when she gets there, trying to hold down Tanjirou. Since Tanjirou is so newly transformed, Nezuko gets the idea to try and burn out Muzan's cells. It works enough to calm him down and help Tanjirou fight off Muzan's control, but Nezuko is apologizing profusely for the pain she's certain she's putting her brother through. After he falls unconscious, Nezuko spends some time every day using her BDA to burn out the rest of the demonic cells.

After everyone heals up and gets back on their feet, the Corps is reformed. With all demons aside from Yushiro and Nezuko gone, their missions change from killing demons to finding a cure. Yushiro goes through Tamayo and Shinobu's notes to see if he can find anything while everyone else does what they can to find something.

But then, the Demon Slayer Mark takes its toll. They thought maybe, just maybe, that Muzan's death had gotten rid of the curse as it had the Ubuyashiki Curse. They were wrong. It starts with Giyuu, who unexpectedly weakens and falls ill and one day he just... doesn't wake up. Then the same happens to Sanemi.

That's when Tanjirou starts to panic, pushing the search for a cure in the hopes they can find it before the Demon Slayer Mark claims him too. If only so he knows Nezuko will get to live her life as a human.

Nezuko worries that Tanjirou is pushing himself too hard, and starts pushing him to try and live a more normal life. The others do, too. Unfortunately, Tanjirou is as hard-headed metaphorically as he is literally.

Then the symptoms show up. That's when Nezuko starts begging for Tanjirou to stop. To leave the search that's proven fruitless for nearly a decade. To take it easy. To just put himself first for once.

As Tanjirou's birthday approaches, Nezuko hates when she considers testing her blood. Testing if she's capable of what Muzan did to her. She hates it even more when the test confirms she is, and detests that she considers offering to give her blood to Tanjirou. She refuses to so much as entertain the idea of just sneaking it into something. Tanjirou told her how hard it was for him to resist his hunger the first time, she couldn't do that to him again.

She refuses to leave her brother's side in the last few days before the Demon Slayer Mark claims his life. She can't stop crying most of the time, and tries in vain to do so quietly. When she thinks Tanjirou can't hear her, she pleads for the gods to have mercy and spare Tanjirou. When their friends come to check on her them on that mid-July morning, Nezuko's expression tells them everything.

Nezuko's grateful when they find out there's no more Marked Slayers. She doesn't have to watch anyone else die for a bit. She's also grateful when the rest of the Kamaboko Squad stays by her side. She's grateful that she isn't alone.

After Tanjirou died, Nezuko decided to go back to her childhood home. Zenitsu and Inosuke join her, so she isn't alone. She takes Tanjirou there, too, so he can be laid to rest with the rest of their family. When she gets to Mount Kumotori, she's greeted by Saburou. She tells him everything, and he doesn't say anything before hugging her. When she gets to her home, she's shocked and grateful to find it spotless. She doesn't have to relive that awful night. They bury Tanjirou beside the rest of Nezuko's deceased family.

Nezuko tries to live as normally as she can, immortality aside. Zenitsu and Inosuke support her as best they can, as does Kiriya by sending her money to stay afloat. After all, people will start asking questions if Nezuko goes into town still looking 12 despite the fact she should be an adult by now. Even if she can shapeshift to look older, she knows there's a chance she'll slip up and reveal herself. She lets the townspeople believe she and Tanjirou aren't coming back. In her mind, it's better than having to explain everything that happened in the last decade to people who don't believe in demons. The story would sound like she lost it, anyways.

Everything is okay for the next several decades. Nezuko doesn't age, but she doesn't think quite as much about it. Inosuke gets together with Aoi after the two spend more time together. Kanao visits Mount Kumotori every now and again. Sometimes the trio goes to the Butterfly Mansion to spare her the journey. Even when gray starts showing up in everyone else's hair, Nezuko's happy to spend time with everyone.

Then they start going again. Nezuko struggles to keep it together as she loses her new family. They offer to go elsewhere so she doesn't have to watch them wither away, but Nezuko insists it's okay to stay. She just doesn't want to be alone. She doesn't want her immortality to be a bigger deal than it already is.

When the friends she and Tanjirou made are all gone, Yushiro visits her. The two talk, taking solace in the facts that at least someone understands what it's like. Even then, Nezuko knows she can truly never die. Not until she's cured. So the two demons pick it up again, unaware of the descendants of the last generation of Slayers doing the same.

Whispers start going around in the town at the bottom of Mount Kumotori. None of them believe in demons, but that doesn't mean some don't believe in ghosts. So when people see a brief flash of pink in the woods, or catch a glimpse of a young girl many believe to be dead, some wonder what happened to the Kamado family. Nezuko lets them believe the ghost stories. After all, in a way, she is a restless soul, unable to move on from the mortal plane.

Japan changes, but one thing scarcely changes. The little house on Mount Kumotori. The only odd thing is that the house never falls into disrepair, even after people stopped coming up the mountain to maintain it. Those who do come into that clearing speak of a girl not quite a teenager and a man who they can't quite decipher the age of. Yet they both seem to have decades in their eyes. It's always declared either some old fantasy or a pair of ghosts.

There are days both the last two demons find difficult. Days where they realize they can't remember their loved ones' voices. They both take up drawing to remember the faces. Yushiro becomes known for his paintings. Nezuko's are for the sight of only a select few, and never see the light of day otherwise. Yushiro admits the only reason he hasn't thrown himself into the sun was because of two things. One being Tanjirou's request that he live for Lady Tamayo. The other being the eternally twelve girl he lives with. The girl he's surprised to consider something of a daughter, after all these years taking care of her so they both can stay afloat.

It isn't until the modern era that they finally make progress. At that point, everyone and nearly everything Nezuko knew as a young girl is gone. Kiriya is the only remnant of a time long past. Now their descendants live in a peaceful world, free of demons.

When Inosuke's great-grandson reaches out to Yushiro and Nezuko, knowing their identities thanks to a journal written by four Demon Slayers long gone, they're both stunned by what he tells them. They might finally have a cure. Nezuko barely keeps herself upright when Aoba Hashibira gives her hope for the first time in a century.

It takes another five years, during which Aoba is trying to keep his research discreet so as not to endanger Nezuko, but an extra few years doesn't matter. Not when Nezuko comes to the lab in the dead of night to be presented with a syringe Aoba tells her will cure her. Yushiro is offered the cure, but he refuses. He implies he may take it further down the line, but no one knows for sure. He does warn Aoba not to go too far with the Blue Spider Lily experiments, though. Nezuko agrees. Neither of them want another thousand year battle, least of all after they're gone.

Nezuko takes the cure. It's agonizing. Cells that have been developing and flowing through her veins for over a hundred years tend to be stubborn. But she refuses to give up. This is what Tanjirou and so many others gave up so much for, she isn't letting it be for nothing. After a night of crying, pained screaming, and the certainty she was going to die while transforming back, Nezuko wakes up a human. When the realization hits her, she can't stop crying. Aoba cries with her, Yushiro quietly congratulates her.

After that, Nezuko finally lives her life. She never marries. Being a hundred and five years older than everyone else you look the same age as, it makes finding a partner awkward. She stays with Yushiro, both for the familiarity and because she doesn't want him to be alone. She keeps a journal, and publishes a book of her and her family's adventures. It's regarded as an excellent fantasy, even winning a few awards. Only a select few know it's actually history.

Nezuko passes away from old age with Yushiro by her side. She gives him her thanks for being there for her all those years.

When she crosses the Sanzu River, she's greeted by several faces she almost lost hope of seeing again. She knew they hadn't reincarnated for whatever reason, so this is the first time she's seeing them again after nearly two centuries. She runs into the arms of her family and friends that had yet to live new lives, and there are many tears as they all reunite.

Nezuko does make a brief trip to Hell to tear into Muzan, if only for the catharsis of seeing the monster suffering for eternity and to finally release all the pain he put her through. Muzan berates her for "moping" for two hundred years instead of accepting what he insists was her destiny as the new demon progenitor. Nezuko responds by telling him she wasn't about to become the same monster that murdered millions over a flower. Then she gives him the ultimate gut punch; the Blue Spider Lily is extinct, and will be staying that way thanks to Yushiro and the descendants of the last Demon Slayers. She leaves to Muzan despairing the loss of the Blue Spider Lily, and spends her afterlife with her family and friends.

One day, while wandering on a particularly cloudy winter day, Yushiro bumps into a group of children with familiar faces playing in the snow. He smiles, happy to see the Kamado siblings finally reunited. A few other people in the area tear up at the sight, too, though they don't know why.

[91vaults]

I’ve posted a lot about AI art but i haven’t really posted the underlying emotional response that really drives so much of my thoughts on it.

When Dall-E 2 burst onto the scene I felt a cold pit my stomach. It felt as if something had been taken away. These ML engineers had taken a good chunk of the breadth of human visual art (something that as an artist on any scale you hope to contribute to in your own way) they had drawn a line in the sand and had said to those on the other side: “we don’t need you anymore, we have our tool. You’re obsolete, what you do has no value if our tool can do it better and quicker”

and they had done so seemingly with glee and either wilful ignorance or no care at all for the implications. And made me angry. Most of all because they had done it with the existing work of so many human artists. It was like in Ledgend of Korra when the equalists wanted to take away eveyones bending (disclaimer: i haven’t seen Korra)

That sounds pretty dramatic and i know plenty of people would say that humans have the inate desire to create regardless of any outside factor (and this is true) and this is hardly the death knell for human created art.

it’s very easy to be dismissive or even ridicule some of the arguments people make against AI (it’s “soulless” ain’t a good one even if it feels emotionally true) it’s also very easy to shrug your shoulders and believe that these are just casualties in the name of “progress”

but people need to understand those who are against AI art are grieving. They’re grieving something intangible they don’t quite understand. Maybe it’s their place in the world and what it even means to do what they do. Non artists don’t really understand that, untill an AI will replace them in something they took so much pride and practice in. Those feelings are valid and regardless of your views and to be met with a shrug or an eye roll i think is rather callous.

The luddites weren’t actually wrong. You can make a case the industrialisation was a net good for all, but again: the luddites weren’t stupid. They understood the implications.

I don’t feel this way as much anymore since i processed my feelings on the topic and have moves on. Art wasn’t meant to be a source of income for me, and the existence of AI won’t stop my quest for artistic glory. If anything I will double down out of spite. But we could stand to be a little more compassionate to people who do truly feel AI is a threat to them in some way. We don’t know what the future is going to look like, but it can be pretty overwhelming to think about.

[better-off-crazy]

Eveyone complaing about the puzzle - some with vaild reasons but most are just nitpicky crying about how bad the jumping is.

Then theres me( and others), who cheated the puzzle by wall climbing and other cheeky ways of going around it becasue thats just how gravity in sandrock and portia work.

Tbh i didnt even realize it was supppsed to be a puzzle. It was super easy esp if you just jump on the last platfrom to the last pad to the boss fight.

I hope they make more fun little places like that

[zaruba-needslove]

the elements are rock fire, metal thunder, and funk blizzard... fire, a combination of metal and electric (metal thunder) and a combination of cold air and wind (funk blizzard)

on top of beat form's rejuvinating capabilities.

we saw ice during its debut fight.

i totally forgot the link https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5MDTwrLmegE for the elements present in beat axe

Eh... (i combine the two asks just so I can answer it together)

Honestly of all Beat's attack moves I mostly only remembered Rock Fire (being the one mostly used) alongside its supersonic attack (due to Ace taking advantage of it during Maze run as well as GotchaGeats). Metal Thunder just happened to exist in the corner of my mind due to Win's rocking the guitar. Funk really not making me remember its connection to Ice attacks.

That said, it still doesn't change the fact that just from the earlier series writing, Na-Go Beats doesn't immediately make you think of 化け猫 (bakeneko) instead of a normal cat JUST like you don't immediately think of 牛鬼 (ushioni) when you look at Buffa Zombie. Like you generally look at Buffa and think <buffalo> or a normal bull. Which then trying to connect Na-Go Fantasy and Ploison Rage to 猫又 (nekomata) and Gozuki or 牛頭き鬼 (gozuki-oni or bullheaded demon) seemed NOT like a natural thing to do or doesn't feel like an immediate association. (Again, I'd blame to Nekomata and Gozuki not being as well known as Kitsune and Tanuki... but not really.)

Like as much as Neon's baseplot did have a lot of cat references, those references screams more normal cats (or stray cats) than bakeneko. Same with Michi with all the silly cow/bull jokes and bullhead attitude; the initial writing of Buffa and Michi doesn't make you think of ushioni JUST a buffalo.

In contrast, Ace's writing had PLENTY of 化け狐 (bake-gitsune) allusions as much as Keiwa do have a lot of 化け狸 (bake-tanuki) references. Like both Ace and Keiwa can be quite a trickster as much as their animal motives do. As with a lot of Gumiho or Nine-tailed fox legends go, Ace is very pretty and he does make full use of his prettiness. And I don't think I need to list out more on this topic, cos Nine-tailed foxes are quite popular and you can just google. You can just take one look at Ace and all the gumiho/kitsune lores will come to mind.

Also Keiwa, a lot of his writing do have a lot of tanuki lore... besides the love of tanuki soba. Like you just need to pull out the basic lores or folktales involving the three famous Tanuki. Keiwa being a really kind person (Shibaemon - Hyogo legend) and often performed good deeds (Yashima no Hage tanuki), a warrior (Shibaemon - Tokushima legend, Danzaburou Danuki) and protector (Yashima no Hage tanuki, Danzaburou Danuki) really draws a lot from many of the tanuki legends*. Heck just taking a leaf out of Danzaburou Danuki's story you can already glean a lot and relate it to Keiwa alongside the Tanukitsune rivalry.

*i just look up wiki for a basic rundown, cos imma lazy.

But well, it does help A LOT that tales on tanuki and kitsune folklores are VERY well known and often referenced in other media like kdramas/jdramas, anime/manga and novels. And because of that, even if you're not a hardcore otaku on these asian lores you can easily pick up all these refs on KeiAce...and it reflected a lot on their rider designs. And we din even touch the creation myths.

So even from this you can tell how different KeiAce were treated in terms of writing and rider designs (and concepts) as compared to NeonMichi, tho to be fair... I understand the reason for it. I mean, it's not an easy feat to be able to juggle a lot of characters in any stories (and make sure that eveyone gets equal attention) and Rider series do still need to follow a certain airing schedules too. Even then, doesn't mean that we can't dissect the series and have a discussion on the things they could've done or not.

[theiceofangel]

Life after Grad

In the bed at 4:33am, it was a night full of thoughts. Full of what ifs, imaginations, and dreams. As a person who just recently graduated, there are a lot of things I ponder. Why no one told me it would be hard to deal with one's self while eveyone's expect you to be good at everything?

When I was still studying, I used to laugh at the elderly for telling me that it was better to study than work. I replied at my mind with "that's not true" why? Because I am struggling with my studies with nothing to look forward to except to get my diploma and finally land a job. Unlike with work or job, I may be struggling atleast I get to earn my own money.

That was when I graudated that I realized that studying is indeed much better. There were a lot of things to consider on finding a job. But no one told me that landing a job would be harder than studying itself. The every day and night I stressed about how I would be a good student to maintain a good grade to have a latin honor, all of it is now nothing for a fresh graduate like me. The competition of getting a job was war. There were a lot of people better than me, who probably deserve that job than me, and a lot of people who may be just like me trying to be the best version of theirselves.

I don't really know where this would go... I think that no matter how a person dear to me would say that we have our own pace and the right time would come for us, I can not stop to think that how would I be able to keep my own pace if I am just going circles without any signs of going forward. It was so easy to remind myself with that phrase but thinking about it, there would always be a pressure. Noting that on a household where I grew up, they were good at certain things and landed a good job... While me, I was still here contemplating things. Did I really chose the right course for me? What if I just study again but that would mean that I just wasted 4 years for a course that I grew to love and it would be nothing because I am good with none at all.

In the wee hours of morning, where everyone was getting ready to start their day, I am here at my bed wishing that I could also start my day just like everyone else. Having a purpose to do something would be great, I may not like it but atleast I got to distract myself and finally have a motivation to be somehow a better me than where I am currently at.

If I could only turn back time, I want to stay as a kid forever. I don't want to deal with adult things anymore.

[nicksswedishblog]

Reflections on a year or Swedish Literature.

Titles read:

Stieg Larsson- The girl who kicked the hornets nest

Stieg Larsson- The girl with the dragon tattoo

word count:573

When i first picked out Sweden as a country to do i don’t remember the exact reason as to why i am not sure if i thought it would be a easy country to do or maybe it was just interesting to me. I started to research books and the books i found all seemed pretty interesting and how sweden was. The books i picked may not have been the best choice to really demonstrate real life in sweden seeing as my books contained a lot of crime more so than any real facts about sweden and the elements sweden has to offer. The news article the milenuim that was a staple in steig larsson and his books following blomkvist and Salander is not a real source in real life and eveyone is made up. There was some parts that where real like all the geography and where they were that was real for the most part. Book 1 was more accurate then book 3 was in the grand scheme of the book and how it was written. one big takeaway i have from the books is the names and how they are spelt/ pronounced and also the biggest was Kronor which is the currency that they use in sweden

What i learned from the girl who kicked the hornets nest is to never bite off more then you can chew with Salander in way to deep to get out of her problem with everything her getting basically hunted down to be killed and her actions from the past finally being caught up to her. You see this fearless person become weak and fraile. To be fair i am happy that independent reading is all done now because i didn’t like book 3 and it was hard to read for me with the gap from book one to book three it was hard to pick up where i didn’t get the peices to fill in.

What i learned from the girl with the dragon tattoo was that i could for real read and comprehend it. This book started off a little slow but that is kind of like everything. Once it got the climax it was hype and i wanted to go ahead and read more and looking back i could of and just drafted the ten pages and made it easier for the week and just publish the drafts. I learned that Salander was a string revenge ridden woman who got revenge on everyone and everything and the whole plot of Blomkvist looking for harriet and had me thinking and guessing who i really enjoyed seeing as that was also a big reason to look forward for it

What i learned about myself was that at first i thought it was just going to be read and write down a quote no real interest in it just kind of carry it along while we did it but i found that i actually enjoyed reading a lot and i don’t think i could read like a big long boring novel right now it is still a start i went from dreading it to actually enjoying it. At times it was tough i would forget or i would just not do it and say to myself i can just do it tomorrow and be fine.

[glorioustidalwavedefendor]

I mean ... I feel like there is enough blame to go around?

Like palpatine is the puppet master but EVEYONE is holdig the idiot ball ...

Like ... the jedi start in teh very first movie and never let go of it ...

Like anakin is fucking 9 years old

Qui Gon drags him away fromm everything he has ever known with the promis of a future and then on coruscant he is jsut shoved around becasue no one has really time for him and the jedi are like nope we are not gonna train you ... also you are kind of a qui gon problem ...

They shoudl firts of all have asured him that no matter what, he will ave a place in teh temple. He will have a home.

They propably even intended that, but they did not COMUNICATE that

Like I have been shoved around because no one had time for me ...

(my parenst had no time becasue my little sister was beeing born and my extendet famiyl had no time to babysitt me becasue they had their live to live nad no one stopped for me and so I had to kind a duck in to what ever space was left over ... )

and it was only for a few days and I kNEW I had a home etc ...

And still, if an older genetelman had been the onyl person to alway smsile wen I meet him and always take the time for some genetel words ... you can bet your arse I would have imprinte on him like a baby chick

Like for fucks sacke, Jedies handle babies and kids on a daily basis and you tell me they had no one left over in that temple to give a nine year old boy, that is further away from home than he ever thought he would, a kind of budy?

Get that poor boy a plushie and a snack and maybe some nap time?

Like ... they behave like Anakin is the first child to ever stumble in to that temple ...

(And I know it s not their fault, it is George Lucas faullt ...)

And then Padme.

Shmi helped them and yet Padme could not spare the time to buy her and set her free? Maybe find a place in her househod for the women who helped her reach Coruscant? Who propably safed her live from that sandstorm (Like she could have just refused them shelter ... she didn't ... )

(And again, not Padmes fault becasue Lucas wrote her that way and propabyl didn't think to hard about the implication but ... yeah ...

-> No I do not count that in a book it is mentioned that Padme send one of her handmaidens and Shmi was gone (and she couldn't find her? Like anakin could find her easy enough????), it is not mentioned in the movies and the movies have to be able stand on their own ... )

Obi-wan?

Like ... he has known that boy for decades ... saw him grow up ... and he didn't notice that he was not in a place to make good desicions?

Like past his mothers death Anakin should not have been allowed to make more complex desicions then what kind of Pizza toping he wants

And Anakin?

For fucks sacke, he is a grown ass man who is allowed to whield a lightsaber ... you'd think he coud recognize wenn he shoud stop making desicions and take a nap ... take all the naps ...

I am sure the end of Episode III would have been very differet if someone had force him to take an 8 hour nap ... like that poor boy has propably not slept sinc ... idk ... half way through teh movie?

Also, the Jedi clearly dropped the ball on sex ed ... like seriously .. why wouldn't he at least try to get a midwife involved? a gyn? anyone?

Like why is teh only person he asks for advice an old man?

Where is that article?

So yeah ... Palpatine was behind it all ... but they made it very easy for him ...

i see way too much discourse on why prequels went down the way they did and i have a suggestion. can we blame palpatine? can we please blame palpatine?