#I’ll have to go watch some compilations for some good ideas

[sm0shfan]

nah cos the way I’ve been having a revival of my shoujo manga and smosh obsessions…. what if I draw some of my fav smosh moment in a shoujo manga style 👀 y’all have any funny moments you think would be good ?

[foreveradreamaway]

streaming- MV33/1

summary- a compilation of moments from maxs streams

i really loved writing this as i always have small idea that aren’t long enough to be their own post, if you have any small idea that goes with this or just in general then please comment it or send it to me and i will make a part two or another post similar <3

max loved to stream every now and then. he loved the interactions with fans and getting to play with his friends. you also loved when max streamed because it gave you some peace and quiet for a while, it also allowed you to do some house work without max following you like a lost puppy.

you had made numerous appearances in his streams and his fans loved it. probably enjoying seeing you both as actual humans and getting to see how you both live your daily lives together. some fans had made a compilation of the many times you made an appearance in one of maxs streams.

🏎️

max sat in his gaming chair immersed in whatever game he was playing. you needed something from the room he was in and it couldn’t wait.

you opened the door as slowly and quietly as possible and creeped over to the thing you needed. apparently you weren’t quiet enough and he heard you. he moved one side of his headset off his ear.

“sorry, i just needed to grab the end thing for the hoover.” you sheepishly smiled. he only grinned in return. you took this as the opportunity to walk up behind him so you were in the frame.

“what are you playing?” you questioned as your face finally came in shot.

“im playing cod with lando, charles and carlos”

“aww cute” you sent a quick wave to say hello to everyone that was on the other end of the camera. however your eyes were quickly caught by the top of maxs head.

“can they hear me?” you questioned, he nodded. “okay. hello everyone, it’s your favourite person in the world here and i just needed to show you something” max had a confused look on his face as he watched you through the camera, wondering what you were about to show.

your hands reached for each side of the head set that was on his head and slowly removed it and handed it to him. your hands then went to either side of his head and tilted it down.

“max gets really bad headset hair guys and it will literally stay like this for the rest of the day” max’s hands quickly went up to his hair to attempt to fix while you and the chat couldn’t help but laugh.

“shut up” he grumbled as he lifted the head set back onto his head. “love you baby!” you called over your shoulder as you left the room.

“i hate her”

“i heard that!”

🏎️

“mijn liefste, wil je zo pasta? Ik ben er nu een paar aan het maken” you can’t be seen as you poke your head round the door.

“Het gaat goed, dank je schat” he replies while not taking his eyes off the game but removing one side of his headset. “welke pasta ben je aan het maken?”

“i know i’m learning but im not that good yet max” you laugh.

“i said ‘what pasta are you making” he replies, suddenly feeling hunger bubble his stomach.

“i’m not sure yet. are you sure you don’t want any? i’ll surprise you” making food has always been one of your love languages, your mum had shown you to cook as soon as she could and you picked it up quick.

“yeah go on then” he finally turns to you and smiles as you walk away. when he finally turns back he sees the chat filled with questions and people telling him how cute you both are.

“yeah she is learning dutch. i’m teaching her” his face lights up as he talks about you. “it’s very easy for her though because she already knows other languages so she picks it up quickly” his smile never leaving his face.

🏎️

max is looking intensely at the chat in-front of him, reading everything is the chat. answering a couple questions. he does this until he sees a familiar name come up.

“‘answer your phone’ what?” he quickly picks up his phone to see that he has ten missed calls from you. he is quick to call you back.

“max stop putting your phone on do not disturb and silent” you scold. he always did when he was streaming, he always said it was because he didn’t want to be disturbed however sometimes it was important. like now.

“sorry schat.”

“do you want anything from the shop? i’ve already got your m&ms and tomato soup.” max had a soft spot for m&ms and everyone knows about this man’s love of tomato soup.

“no i’m okay thank you baby. what are we having for dinner” max had a massive smile on his face. half because he was talking to you and because he knew how much everyone watching would love the conversation.

“well you’ve got mean prep” you couldn’t help but laugh as max groaned loudly and threw his head back. he hated meal prep. don’t get me wrong he loved being healthy and eating nice food but sometimes he just craved your cooking. “and i’m having a stir fry.”

“ugh whatever. i want stir fry”

“i know baby. ill make you one as soon as your nutritionist will allow me too”

“okay fine. when will you be home?” max kept the phone close to his mic to make sure everyone would be able to hear you on the other end of the phone.

“not long, i took the ferrari so it won’t take me long to get home. i don’t have my keys so be ready to pick up your phone and open the door! okay, i love you bye” you ended the phone call quickly before he could say anything about you taking his car.

“i swear she prefers my cars over her own” he laughed as he read through the chat again.

🏎️

when you moved in with max you demanded that a sofa be put into his gaming/office room. he got you the cosiest sofa he could just to make sure you were comfy. max spent a lot of time in the room and you missed him when he was in there.

before you lived together, you tried to sit on the floor when you were round but you just weren’t comfortable enough so that’s when you demanded a sofa. if max was streaming or just had some admin stuff to do, you would just sit on the sofa and enjoy each-others company.

max was streaming, as per usual, while you sat all snuggled up on the sofa across the room. you had one the comfiest jumper of his that you could find, his joggers, a blanket covering your whole body and tucked under your chin and you glasses that sat on your nose.

max had specifically bought a pair of joggers that were too small for him. one day he came home to see you wearing a pair of his that were far to big for you and when he questioned you, you said that you just enjoy wearing his clothes. so the next day he went and bought a pair that were to small and placed them in his waldrobe. from then on they were yours.

you were also a secret iPad kid at heart. your iPad was literally your prized possession and you took it everywhere with you. now was no different as you sat there with your ipad resting on your legs as you watched tik tok.

“look” you turned the ipad around so that it was facing max, he leant on the arm rest of the chair to get a better view of what you were showing him. it was a cat.

“we should get sassy and jimmy one” he laughed as you nodded. he sat back into his chair and caught what the chat were saying. many people asking where you were.

he grabbed the camera from its holder and turned it to face you, showing you under the blanket. he got up out his chair and moved to sit next to you on the sofa.

“you are actually such an old man” you laughed as he struggled to hold the camera so that it would get a view of both of you. “give it to me” you took the camera from his hand and wrapped your other arm around his neck to bring him closer to you.

“hey guys, it’s your favourite person in the world here” the camera now had a perfect view of both of you as you put a quick peace sign up to the camera. you quickly nudged max and his fingers quickly went to the same position as yours. “i want to show you all my outfit, hold this baby” you handed the camera to max and threw the blanket onto him as you stood from your seat.

“max, show them my whole body my love” you laughed as he was only showing the camera your legs. “i’m trying Schat” you leant forward a bit and moved maxs hand so it faced where it should be.

“okay so my glasses are from specsavers, they are the only people i trust with my glasses. even if i need a new pair i would rather fly home than get a pair from anywhere else. because if they messed my glasses up i would just hear my mum in my ear saying ‘should have gone to specsavers’. my jumper is maxs- where is this jumper from?” you questioned him.

“umm its a zara one i think”

“okay so the jumper is from zara and these joggers are from nike. can i even say that? do they even sponsor you?” max’s laugh could be heard from behind the camera before he replies. “yeah it’s okay. i think” his face fell into a sheepish grin behind the camera.

“my socks are from god knows where. and the blanket is from also god knows where.” you gave the camera a big smile as you fell back into your previous position.

“you are the new version of maxplaining”

“shut up”

🏎️

“can we play fifa?” you were sat on the floor, cross legged, next to max while he sat in his gaming chair. “you only want to play fifa because you always beat me” he huffed.

“exactly” you grinned at him.

[everybodyshusband]

teaching a skill

mushy may ; day twenty two !! (approx. 860 words)

read under the cut or on ao3 :)

Aeon flops down dramatically onto the couch, only narrowly avoiding clocking his head on Mountain’s blanket-covered hip bone. “I’m so bored.”

Mountain hums. “Want to sit with me and read, bug? You can come under the blanket with me,” he sing-songs.

“Nooo,” Aeon moans. “I’m so hungry I can’t focus on anything which makes me bored but I can’t do anything because I’m hungry.” He glances up at Mountain and whacks his shoulder when he sees the earth ghoul smirking. “Don’t laugh at me, Mounty, I’m dying.”

Mountain sighs and puts his book down. “You wanna help me cook something then? I was going to make brownies later but I can make them now to give you something to snack on.”

“Please!” Aeon practically yells. “I’m gonna starve to death…”

“Come on. Up you get, buggy.” Mountain stands up and holds his hands out, pulling Aeon to his feet and leading him over to the kitchen. Aeon stands and watches as Mountain opens up drawers and cupboards, pulling out bowls, measuring cups, assorted ingredients and his old beat-up recipe book. “Alright, all we have to do is follow this recipe and then in about an hour, we’ll have some delicious brownies for you to eat. Are you ready?”

Aeon nods but… “I’ve never baked anything before, I– I don’t really know how to do it.”

“Hey, that’s alright,” Mountain assures him. “I’ll help you. I’ll set up the scales for you while you have a flick through the book and find the brownie recipe. I’ll be under the sweets category.”

Aeon shoots him a thumbs up and picks up the book. It’s one that Mountain has compiled himself from magazine cutouts and handwritten recipes, some passed down from the ghouls that came before him and some new creations from the earth ghoul’s own mind. By the time he’s located the brownie recipe, Mountain has set up the scales and is already beginning to measure out the flour; it’s no surprise to Aeon that Mountain remembers the measurements by heart, brownies are a once a week occurrence at least in their pack.

“Ah, perfect, thanks, Ae. Do you want to take over from here? I’ll be here helping the whole time.”

Aeon nods. “Yeah, sure. Thank you, Mounty.”

He gets a pat on the back and a kiss on the top of his head in response. “You’re welcome, bug. Now c’mon, Dew messaged and asked if I could make him something to eat. Lazy bastard doesn’t want to lift a finger and bake them himself even after I told him he could do it himself if he wanted them that badly.” Aeon turns to Mountain, eyebrow raised. “Fine,” the earth ghoul relents. “I said I’d be happy to and that I love him very much and did he want sprinkles and melted chocolate on his brownies?”

Aeon snorts. “That’s more like it,” he laughs. “I was getting worried for a second there, Mount.”

From there, the time passes quickly. Mountain jumps in to help or give advice whenever the quintessence ghoul asks for it, but for the most part, Aeon is doing well without too much guidance. The only real trouble comes when it’s time to decorate them; Aeon has no idea how to do that without messing up all his hard work by making them look atrocious.

“That’s half the fun,” Mountain argues. “Plus it’s endearing if they look a bit shit, and personally I think they taste better if they don’t look all fancy,” he confesses. “We’re only dripping on melted chocolate, you’ll be fine, I promise. Here, watch me do the first tray and you can copy that for the second, yeah?”

“Yeah, sounds good. Thanks, Mount.” Aeon watches intently as Mountain dips his spoon in the melted chocolate and picks up a decent amount of tempered chocolate on the end of it. The earth ghoul spins it around to stop the chocolate from dripping and Aeon is surprised that when Mountain reaches the tray of brownies he just… goes for it. The chocolate drips every which way and covers the brownies in a messy drizzle that Aeon can’t deny looks absolutely delicious. When it’s his turn, he does the same, opting for a slightly more uniform pattern than Mountain’s but the earth ghoul assures him the slab still looks more than edible. The two of them take it in turns with the container of sprinkles, covering their squares in the colourful blobs.

They cut the trays into brownie-sized pieces and compile both batches into one big container, making sure to set some aside for the two of them—and Dew. At a nod from Mountain, Aeon grabs one out of the container and takes a big bite, eyes widening in delight at the flavour. “I made that,” he says with his mouth still full. “I made that and it tastes so good!”

Mountain grins taking a bite of his own brownie “Yeah you did! It’s really good, well done!”

Aeon smiles widely, stuffing the rest of the brownie into his mouth gleefully. “We gotta go find Dew,” he urges. “I wanna go brag that I can cook and he can’t!”

[fanfictionstuff]

Amaimon x reader soulmate AU - part one

I don't know how to format this on tumblr. I just wanted to write a short Amaimon soulmate AU. Obviously, I got a little carried about because it'll be at least two, maybe three chapters.

“Big brother, what’s this?” Amaimon questions, holding up his left hand. Upon his arrival in Assiah, an odd red string has materialized on his little finger, and it doesn’t have a physical presence. Each time Amaimon attempts to touch it, his hand passes through. It hangs around sixteen centimeters from his finger before vanishing in thin air, leaving the demon confused.

Mephisto raises a brow. “I don’t see anything. What is it?”

“You don’t see the red string?”

The King of Time swiftly turns away from the younger demon, suppressing a smile. "A red string? I'm afraid I don't see it. Perhaps it's just an illness until your body adjusts to life in Assiah?" He lies through his teeth. I can’t wait to see how this plays out.

The following day, Amaimon slams a book down on Mephisto's desk. "This book claims that a red string of fate connects soulmates. But mine is severed. Does this mean she's dead?" He asks, gazing at the frayed string in his hand. However, he doesn't seem too concerned about the possibility of her death. Mephisto shrugs nonchalantly, "I can't say for sure. I don't have a string myself, and it's becoming increasingly rare for people in the human world to have one. It's possible that your soulmate could have died hundreds or even thousands of years ago.

“Oh. Okay.”

And with that, Amaimon ignores the odd string on his finger. Instead, his attention turns to exploring Japan.

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“Rin, you think the spirit of a little boy is evil?” You give Rin a look of disapproval as he attempts to keep Shiemi and you safe. “____, is right, Rin.” You nod. “I’m always right when it involves him.”

Rin stammers through his response, explaining that he wants to keep both of you safe and advising you to listen to him. "Hey! Are either of you even listening to me?" Rin's expression turns stern as he notices you and Shiemi engrossed in your phone. "He's been like this since we were kids; I've learned just to ignore him." You remark to Shiemi, not bothering to look up at Rin. Watching a video compilation of the ghost's appearances gives you some clues about its possible location in the amusement park. Shiemi timidly suggests, "Perhaps it would be easier if we split up? We can each take a different area to search for him." She looks between you and Rin nervously, hoping it’s a good idea the two of you will approve of. 

You nod. “Great idea, Shiemi. It’ll save us a lot of time; which area do you want to go to?”

You watch her as she makes her way to the funhouse. “Shiemi has never been to an amusement park before. Do you think she’ll be okay in the funhouse?” You grin at Rin. “Remember the first time you went in one? You busted your nose after running into the glass in the maze.”  The memory of five-year-old Rin with a bloody nose flashes through your mind; he was so angry. “I hope she doesn’t rush into a mirror or something while chasing him.”

“Do you think we should warn her?” A panicked look crosses Rin’s face. He remembers how much it hurt and doesn’t want Shiemi to have to go through something similar. “Nah, if she does, it’ll be a funny story for her to share.”

“But-“

“No buts- just go look by the rollercoaster. I’ll check out the game stalls.” You nudge him in the direction of the rollercoaster before turning to leave.

The first stall that catches your eye has a goldfish scooping game inside. You can't help but frown at the sight of the fish, some floating lifelessly at the top. How long have they been stuck in the park without being cared for? When was the last time someone fed them?Although you should be searching for the ghost, you feel compelled to clean up the little pool. Maybe it will attract the spirit's attention? Fortunately, there is a freshwater hose nearby. You can drain and refill the small pool holding the fish. You spot a large white bucket that could hold all of the fish while you clean up their pool. It couldn't make things any worse, right? Lost in thought about the neglected fish, you begin cleaning when your main focus should be finding the missing boy. There’s enough of you guys in the park. Taking a moment to care for the fish shouldn't be a big deal.

As the pool starts to fill, the lights suddenly flicker on, and the rollercoaster roars to life. Who turned on the electricity? Wait Rin, he’s at the rollercoaster, right? Your thoughts are confirmed when you see a burst of blue flames. What is Rin doing? It’s a tiny ghost child. There’s no way a ghost has caused this much trouble. So, what is Rin attacking?

What do I do? On the one hand, Rin is your best friend. On the other hand, you’ll be completely useless and might even get in the way. Yukio surely has noticed and is probably on his way there. It’s probably best for me to stay out of the way. 

You frown. “What happened?!” Rin is on his knees, looking distressed and battered. “Rin, we’re only supposed to find the ghost! What were you doing? Was there a fight? What happened?” You motion to his beaten body. “And your tail, why is it visible? You need to hide it.”

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“Big Brother.” Mephisto frowns at the young demon crawling through his window. “Amaimon, use the door.”

Amaimon ignores the comment. Instead, he lifts his left hand, his eyes following the new length of his string. “It’s longer.” His gaze follows it out the window, though it does seem to disappear at some point. Farther away, much farther. “Oh? Maybe your soulmate has just been born.” Mephisto rubs his chin in thought. He can’t truly say what it means. It’s rare enough for humans to have soulmates. He’s never come across a demon who has a red string. “In that case, you’ll have to wait at least eighteen years.” He shrugs nonchalantly. 

Amaimon squats down, biting on his right thumbnail while lifting his left little finger to his eyes. “I want to find her.”

“I don’t think that’s a wise decision.” He tells Amaimon with a tired glance. Just this morning, Amaimon didn’t care about the idea of his soulmate possibly being deceased. Is it because the red string is now most likely connecting them that Amaimon suddenly feels more attached to her? 

Mephisto’s words fall on deaf ears as Amaimon disappears just as quickly as he appeared.

As you listen to Rin’s story, you settle comfortably on his bed. “A demon king?” You raise a brow. “And your sword was taken by Yamada, who isn’t really a student; they’re that woman with red and yellow hair, whose real name is Shura?” 

“Yes.”

“Aw, I should’ve gone to see for myself. I stayed back because I didn’t want to get in the way, but now I’m really curious. Tell me, what did he look like? He’s a king, you said Demon King of Earth? Was he like some kind of massive stone demon?" You imagine a gross-looking demon that might fit. “What? No. He looked more human than that. I don’t know- I wasn’t exactly focused on his appearance. He definitely looked strange; he had green hair and was dressed really weirdly.” Rin leans back in his chair and gazes up at the ceiling. “Why do you care what he looks like anyway?”

You shrug. “Just curious. You said he’s a demon king. So, I couldn’t help but wonder what a demon king looks like. Anyway, from what you said, it’s amazing you’re still alive. Pretty sure the rest of us wouldn’t have survived that.” You quickly bite your tongue, not wanting to inflate his ego too much with compliments. If you do, he’ll probably be insufferably proud for the next week.

———- 

You let out a heavy sigh and run your hand down your face. Today has been exhausting. Wait. Suddenly, you sit up straight in the bed, noticing something different about your left hand. “IT’S LONG! RIN IT’S LONG!” Excitement rushes through you as you jump off the bed and shove your little finger in Rin’s face, forgetting for a moment that he can’t see it. “What is- wait, are you talking about your string?” You nod, excitedly. The string had been there your whole life, though cut off and only around fifteen centimeters long. Why has it been extended now? “Yes! It’s long, but I don’t know how long.” You nudge him gently to the side so you can see it leading out the window, “It’s really long. Oh my god, what do I do?”

Rin follows your gaze, even though he can’t see the string. “Does that mean you have a soulmate?” Your excitement starts to twist with nervousness. “I guess? But who could it be? And why did it show up now.” A curious look crosses Rin’s face. “Huh, maybe they were just born?” 

“No! Don’t say that. I’m eighteen.” You slap his shoulder. “Anyway, should I try to follow it? I kind of want to try to follow it.” You grin brightly. 

“Follow it?” 

“Yes? What else am I supposed to do? Just stare at the now extended string?”

“So, it just suddenly became longer, in this moment?” Rin questions.

“Actually, I don’t know.” 

“What? How do you not notice a long red string as soon as it appears?!” 

You shove Rin back. “I don’t know, I never pay attention to it, and it’s really thin so I didn’t notice it on the ground. It’s like a string of thread.” Even now you wouldn’t have noticed if you hadn’t really focused on it. “Would it be weird if I start to follow it now?” 

“The sun is about to set _____, demon activity will be higher.” Rin reminds. 

“You gonna go with me to protect me?” You joke. However, Rin misses the joke, and his ego inflates. “Yes.” He puffs out his chest. “I’ll even protect you from your soulmate if needed.” 

“Never mind, I’ll look by myself.” 

“____!”

As you step out into the dimming light of the evening, you follow the red string with growing anticipation. Rin stays close behind, a mix of protectiveness and curiosity evident in his demeanor. The string leads you through the streets, twisting and turning in unexpected directions that make you wonder where it might ultimately lead.

After what feels like hours of following the string, you find yourself standing in front of a streetlight. Your eyes widen as you glance up, then quickly snap back to Rin. “Hey Rin, could you grab something in that shop? I’m kind of hungry.” 

“You can’t go yourself?” 

“You know what I like here, get something for yourself too.” You shove some money in his hands when you’re sure he’s in the shop; you lift your hand, eyes slowly following the string on your finger to the finger of the figure sitting on top of the streetlight. Your soulmate. “Is it safe to assume you’re the demon that fought Rin today?” Even with Rin’s poor description. This demon above you fits what he said. With his choice in style, it’s hard to focus on one part: his long burgundy jacket, odd forest green arm warmers, and shorts with tights? His red striped shirt with a beige vest and tie matched his shirt. It’s a lot to take in. “Yes, I went to play with him, but he was no fun.” His tone is childish and blunt. “So, you’re my soulmate, right?” He questions, waving his hand in the air. The light reflects in his golden eyes, making them almost seem to glow. “You smell odd.” The demon jumps from the light, landing just centimeters from you, nearly nose to nose. Odd? You take a step back, embarrassment washing over you. This demon, your soulmate, thinks you smell odd. “I like it.” At his words, calmness washes away the embarrassment. “What’s your name?” As he speaks, he reaches for your left hand, observing the string that connects you. 

[imagionationstation]

It’s a tough situation because on one hand, I think it’s completely fair to criticize both 2012 and rise. Both shows have their own flaws, and it’s only natural that one person may prefer one show over the other. Someone who likes 12 doesn’t have to like rise, and vice versa. I think people are allowed to hate certain media, and express that hatred, even if they don’t have a reason/a good reason for it. Are they worth listening to? Well, that’s another question lol.

I also don’t think criticism necessarily means someone hates the show. I myself am critical of 12 BECAUSE I love the show so much. I love looking at analyses for any show, be it 12 or rise, that look at why a concept or idea didn’t work as well as it could have. And I have to remind myself that people who criticize the show aren’t coming after me personally (usually). That being said, most rise fans who criticize 12 either don’t like 12 or haven’t seen it (probably only consumed clips at most). And the evidence they provide (if they even provide it) is usually out of context clips where they miss the whole point of the episode. Which is rough. 

I do feel like the hate 2012 gets is disproportionate, but that could just be on tumblr. Tumblr users (and ao3 users by proxy, since they seem to share users?) seem to favor rise a lot. If you go on a site like the technodrome forums, they seem to be a lot more critical of rise. But then again, some of their content is not for everyone. While I don’t personally agree with everything everyone says on there, I do like seeing different people’s opinions. 

On the other hand, it’s so hard not to be up in arms when someone criticizes 2012, especially when I personally feel their claims are baseless and can easily be argued. I remember when it started to consume my thoughts, and that’s when I knew I needed to unplug. But I understand that you’re not really in a situation where you can do that. I’ve found I get the most enjoyment when I interact with fandom in small doses. Now, I just laugh at 12 hate comments and how absurd they can be. Seriously, some of them are so funny, I started compiling a list. It’s a lot easier for me to let comments slide now and remain unaffected, and I think you’ll get there too. Hope you’re doing well.

You’re not wrong about this:

I think it’s completely fair to criticize both 2012 and rise. Both shows have their own flaws, and it’s only natural that one person may prefer one show over the other. Someone who likes 12 doesn’t have to like rise, and vice versa.

And this:

I also don’t think criticism necessarily means someone hates the show. I myself am critical of 12 BECAUSE I love the show so much. I love looking at analyses for any show, be it 12 or rise, that look at why a concept or idea didn’t work as well as it could have.

I love 2012 but I still rant about how I dislike certain elements or episodes. And when I know I’m being objective and fair, I’ll touch on elements about RISE as well (pending decent research done). I never said that anyone had to like any TMNT series.

In fact, I think I said the opposite in a previous ask 🤔.

But I think you can usually tell if the criticism is objective or not.

Is this analysis or post saying, “These were bad concepts/ideas” or are they saying “This is a bad show” because there’s a difference.

There is a very big difference.

I think people are allowed to hate certain media, and express that hatred, even if they don’t have a reason/a good reason for it.

Well. Sure. Absolutely. They can experience a hatred for it.

But can they go around ranting about a hatred for something that they have not researched/watched/looked into reasonably?

No. No, they can’t. Or, rather, shouldn’t. That’s not fair.

This does not deserve to be allowed to continue:

That being said, most rise fans who criticize 12 either don’t like 12 or haven’t seen it (probably only consumed clips at most). And the evidence they provide (if they even provide it) is usually out of context clips where they miss the whole point of the episode. Which is rough. 

If someone, anyone, RISE fan or not, wants to hate on the 2012 show, then I hope they’ve recently seen a few seasons at the very least.

I really don’t think that’s an unreasonable expectation.

And I have to remind myself that people who criticize the show aren’t coming after me personally (usually).

Unfortunately, I have deleted Asks before.

People hate the show.

People are offended by people who like the show.

I don’t know how big of a creator you are or what you do, but I get all kinds of attention for the stuff that I make compared to the stuff I reblog. And I post a lot of opinions on how great the show is.

And, when Anon is a feature, people aren’t afraid to give thoughts.

I refuse to turn off Anon as a feature, however, because there are sweet, kind, but nervous Tumblrs who would want to use the feature.

On the other hand, it’s so hard not to be up in arms when someone criticizes 2012, especially when I personally feel their claims are baseless and can easily be argued. I remember when it started to consume my thoughts, and that’s when I knew I needed to unplug.

Do I need to unplug? Probably.

Should I just ignore the fact that baseless accusations have existed so long that the fandom is probably built upon them and looks toxic 24/7 because no one stands up for the sweet boys? Probably.

Am I tired of that being the standard? Yeah.

Will I cause trouble for speaking up? Probably.

Should I sit back and stay in my lane? Probably.

Am I any good at not ranting when upset? No.

It’s kinda what I built my entire blog upon. Essays and rants. So.

I just laugh at 12 hate comments and how absurd they can be. Seriously, some of them are so funny, I started compiling a list. It’s a lot easier for me to let comments slide now and remain unaffected, and I think you’ll get there too.

I suppose that should be the hope 🧐.

And maybe one day, I’ll get there.

But, I’ve been deeply invested for this long. May want to give me a few years to turn that corner. My brain can be a stubborn thing.

Hope you’re doing well.

You too! I hope you find some comments to add to your list <3

[readingasoiafachapteraday]

now im not very sure if a world of ice and fire is counted as a part of the original series (prolly not) but i have unfortunately started to read and compile notes from that silly little 300 page infant instead of picking up agot and starting it for the third time (which i am supposed to be 113 chs in its ok I’ll catch up before 364th) and i dont wanna be persecuted but the order in which the information about this universe has been consumed by me is downright filthy if not just illegal by even my own standards.

I watched the show for the first time when i was 18 and before season 6 came out. Naturally the timing and what i know now to be a hyperdependence of the neurospice on dissociative media properties led me to consume everything on the internet about r+l=j and in the following years of nightmarish hell that followed all other 1-3hr yt videos i could find that expound on the lore (except the icebergs). Now, thanks to whatever degenerative brain disease ive surely developed by now, a good solid portion of those postulations and theories are now not recalled by me, other than the some truly sus sussy sussaf things from the lore that have stuck out.

These things, combined with my ability to read/consume jondanysansabriennejaimepodjoryetc fanfiction on our enabling site in very short time spans, like truly short, has also given me a somewhat interesting understand of ff tropes, favoured characters, common dumbassery, etc when it comes to time travel fix its. But but but with my ability to successfully forget a lot of what doesn’t stand out and stay w me for sure, i genuinely attempted to finally write the one that I wanted to read. it has to be cuz ik no one else will be able to write what i have envisioned already in so so much detail. And because only i know what fucked shit i want to read. It has to be me.

Yesterday on the 112th day of starting this false journey, i finally put my hands on that sweet strong thicc & heavy truly sinuous hardback of awoiaf, and actually compiled notes, something that has happened only for 7 dany, 3 bran & 4 jon and ned chapters in the past 3 readings of agot (i don’t count f&b because 1 gyldane is much more biased than Yondel and 2 the notes are filled with more names and much less fact, there’s a lot of intentional informational overload to fuck with the reader which manifests itself as gyldanes spirit live fucking with my notes in the form of excessive use of ‚????????????????‘)

PHEWWWW THAT SAID I’ve taken to editing chapters character wise and I’m happy to report that dany‘s situation, setup and early chapters are FINALLY solved, at least for me, for now (gonna switch jorah & barristan - another reason i have been pushing this, i absolutely ADORE iain glen and his and emilias friendship has been sacred to me and book!j welp nuff said)

If you managed to wade thru that word vomit - and you have no idea what’s going on or even if u do, here’s a link for my totally beginner will probably never finish startup i mean crossover

Ps- can you tell i have been writing too many cover letters

[verfound]

FIC: "She Didn't Want That Day" (MLB; Lukanette; LBSC Lukanette Month 2024)

@lovebugs-and-snakecharmers is doing a Lukanette Month for September 2024, and we all just kinda tossed some prompts in the disco to compile a list?  We ended up with 71 prompts, so I decided I’d roll some dice to pick a prompt, do a twenty minute (ish, bc we all know sometimes they run away from me) sprint, and try to get some short fics out this month?

For Better or Worse AU - Whump, No Happy Ending, Mind the Tags, etc.

Read on Ao3

Prompt 60: “Love is a choice, and I’ve made mine.”

She didn’t remember the building looking so…normal before.

But then again, it had been a long time since she’d bothered paying it any mind.  She could barely…no.  Not barely.  She could remember all too well the last time she had been there – the last time her papa had let her be there.

His hand had been so big around hers, back then.  So much bigger than it had felt a few weeks before, when…

She still remembered the screaming woman inside, too.  Much as she wished she didn’t.

Still.

She had no choice now, did she?  She had made a promise, and Couffaines kept their promises.

It was a good day.  One of his last good days.

Looking at him now, you’d never know…but she did know.  And that was the problem, wasn’t it?  She couldn’t not know.  He hadn’t wanted to tell her at first – hadn’t known how – but now that the whole ugly truth was out there…she saw it every time she looked at him.

He was dying, and a large part of her…a mean, hard part of her that was only natural, growing up the way she had…she wished he would just get on with it.

“I need you to promise me something,” he said, his voice quieter than she ever remembered it being before.  Quieter even than Aunt Juleka’s.  He was looking out the window, his fingers moving idly over the old guitar in his lap as he watched the cherry blossom branches move with the early spring wind.

He had told her once this had been her mother’s favorite time of year.  Her mother had supposedly planted that tree, back when they’d first moved in to the old house.  Back before everything had ‘fallen apart’ – when they had planned on actually filling the place with a family, one that would have had a swing hanging from one of the branches some day.

She didn’t remember that.

She had never met that Marinette Couffaine.

She’d been told she would have loved her.

“Of course, Papa,” she said, though she wasn’t sure if she meant it.  His lips quirked in a small, knowing smile – like he already knew she wouldn’t be keeping her promise.

“Make sure you visit your maman every now and then, all right?” he asked.  He had started playing that old song he always seemed to slip into, the one he had once told her was for happier times.  She had always hated the stupid thing – every time he played it he just sounded…stuck.  “She’ll need someone.  It should be you.”

“…I’ll try,” she said, though they both knew she hated the idea.  She didn’t understand why it needed to be her.  It’s not like her moth…it’s not like Marinette had any idea who she was, anyway.

“Harmony…” he sighed, his fingers stilling as he looked up at her.  He looked so…tired.  Worn.  “Please, sweetheart.  For me.”

She swallowed, her throat feeling too tight, and nodded.  She would.  For him.  Because she did love him, against her better wisdom.

…he had always tried.  She knew fathers who hadn’t even done that much.  Marinette was how she was because of one such father, if the stories – the ‘legends’ – of the great Ladybug were to be believed.

She had never put much stock in them, herself.  Sure, New York had its heroes, but magical jewelry?

It was a fairytale, and when you grew up with a mother who was batshit crazy…well.

Harmonika Couffaine had never put much stock in fairytales.

“Papa?” she asked after a long moment had passed.  After he had started playing again.  He hummed, and she sighed.  “Why…why do you keep going?  Why didn’t you just…you could have divorced her.  Found someone else.”

Given me a real mother, she thought bitterly.

“No one would have blamed you,” she said.  “It couldn’t have been that hard, given…everything.”

He stopped playing again, his gaze turning back to the tree.  That little smile was back on his face.  The one he got when he was thinking about her mother, of the way she used to be.  Back before she had been born.

“…no,” he finally said, leaning his head back against his chair.  “I suppose it wouldn’t have been.”

“But you didn’t,” she said, frowning.  “You stayed married to her.  You go visit her almost every single day.  You…Papa.  You put your entire life on hold for someone who doesn’t even remember you.”

“She remembers me, sweetheart,” he said, closing his eyes.  Harmony frowned, unconvinced.  After another moment, he took a deep breath and opened his eyes again.  “It’s not that simple, baby.  I couldn’t just…walk away from her.”

“You could have,” Harmony insisted, but he shook his head and turned back towards her.

“No, Harmony, I couldn’t have,” he said, his voice firm.  Stronger than she had heard in a while.  “Love is a choice, Harmonika Couffaine, and I made mine a long time ago.”

She looked away, and for a moment…it was so strange, but the heat creeping up her neck almost felt like shame.

“…of course, Papa,” she said, and the smile he gave her almost looked relieved.  He sank back into his chair, his fingers returning to his guitar.  Playing that same damn song again.

“Thank you, Harmony.”

…that was what had decided it, in the end.  The look on her papa’s face as he made her promise to check in on her mother.  Not every day, but…every now and then.  Just to make sure someone was.

Because that’s what he had worried about, in the end.  Making sure Marinette Couffaine knew she hadn’t been forgotten, even when Marinette Couffaine didn’t know anything else.

He hadn’t worried about his own daughter.

Of course he hadn’t – because love was a choice, and he had always chosen Marinette first.

…her aunts would tell her she wasn’t being fair.  They had been reminding her of that a lot the past few weeks, but she didn’t think that was very fair of them, either.  After all, they had known Luka and Marinette Before.  She supposed it was easier to forgive someone of their present when you could still be comforted by memories of their past.

Her Granarchy would just remind her it wasn’t right to speak ill of the dead, things being what they were.

…she would be kinder later.  When the hurt wasn’t as fresh.  When the grave dirt had given way to grass.  When she could remember their own good times without anger and resentment.

When the words Luka Couffaine is dead didn’t make her chest burn and ache like a fresh wound.

The breeze was warmer when it blew past her, tossing her bleached hair into her face.  She pushed it back with a frown, swallowing as she looked back up at the building.

It looked so…innocent.  Like any other house in Paris.

She remembered it looking…bigger.  More intimidating.

Scarier.

“All right, Papa,” she said, taking a deep breath of warm, late spring air.  She looked down at the flowers in her hands, her stomach twisting unpleasantly.  Cherry blossoms, because they had always been her favorite.  Her signature.  In pink, because she used to be pink.  And white, because…well.  Mamie used to say it was a funeral color, in her home country.

It had seemed fitting, when Auntie Rose had helped her arrange it in the shop.

“She’ll love them,” she had promised, squeezing her hand.  “She’ll be so glad to see you, Harmony.”

Harmony couldn’t believe that.

Marinette had never been glad to see her before.

Marinette had never known her before.

She took another deep breath and steeled herself.

“Ok, Couffaine,” she said, glaring up at the building.  “You made a promise.”

She took a step.

[markantonys]

My Mom Reacts To: wheel of time season 1 (this is mostly just a compilation of her commentary, but i do allude to a couple of significant book spoilers in my commentary on her commentary)

names she has called rand: brand, ran, land. she hates that there is one character named rand and another named lan. thankfully she didn’t catch tam’s name or she would’ve lost it.

for a while nynaeve was known only as “the woman who was cleaning the pool”

mom when nynaeve showed up at the end of episode 2: who’s that? me: nynaeve, the wisdom from the village mom: me: you know, that community leader mom: me: [sighing] the woman who was cleaning the pool mom: oh HER

me towards the end of episode 2: [pointing at perrin] what’s his name? mom: i have no idea

she loves egwene’s name because it sounds arthurian and she loves arthurian stuff. she’ll be pumped to find out about elayne, gawyn, galad, and morgase.

20 minutes into episode 1 she was like “there’s too many characters to keep track of” and there were 7 characters. what would she do if confronted by the 2,000 characters in the books.

mom: i’m gonna have to find a list of characters on the internet me: DO NOT GOOGLE ANYTHING RELATED TO WHEEL OF TIME

of course, this is the woman who intentionally googled history spoilers when we were in the middle of watching i medici. do you see where i get it from.

“hmph, i don’t like that he [lan] helped her [moiraine] mount her horse when this is supposed to be a world where women are in power” if THAT bothered her, then boy she would’ve hated the books jfkgh

mom when rand and egwene are kissing: are they gonna die :( me: [shrugs while holding back tears]

haha i think she thought one or both of them was going to be the Innocent Villager Casualty Of The Inciting Incident, she didn’t know they were the main characters! she also thought tam was dead after the trolloc attack, but this is a rare fantasy series where the parents are (mostly) allowed to live.

while nynaeve and egwene are listening to the wind: “now i’ll be scared to go for walks when it’s windy”

that shot of padan fain during the battle: “hmmmmm he doesn’t seem too concerned.............”

mom as the kids are leaving the two rivers after the battle: they must all have pstd! me: ptsd? mom: yes

she’s a little confused but she’s got the spirit!

me, who has never watched prime video on a tv rather than a laptop: i can’t figure out how to skip the recap of the episode we just watched 2 seconds ago mom: no no that’s okay, i need it

moiraine: there are more dangerous things than trollocs in the world mom: [visibly dismayed] i don’t see how THAT can be true

overall she is very concerned with logistics, i.e. how do they get enough to eat while they’re riding all day? did the horses have water to drink when they were camped in shadar logoth? while dana was chatting with rand in his room, who was running the bar? who will run the bar now with dana dead? how did rand get his coat back when he didn’t have it after dana chased him out of the room and then he left right away with thom? a woman after robert jordan’s own heart.

my dad: isn’t there a rope attached to the ferry that they’ll be able to use to get them? lan 1 minute later: [cuts said rope] dad: [approvingly] good

he will seem to be not paying attention and then randomly chime in with a prediction that is totally correct (he also called that dana was being suspiciously welcoming and buttering rand up in order to harm him in some way)

mom roasted rand for a) setting up his sleeping bag by himself away from the rest of the group when there are trollocs after them and b) just falling asleep after seeing moiraine take egwene off alone rather than being worried about egwene. she doesn’t know she needs to cherish rand being able to sleep while it lasts.

what she did not roast rand for: mistrusting moiraine! i was very pleased that she was still suspicious of moiraine despite the show making her the main character and less mysterious than in the books.

[camera shows lan during the manetheren song] mom: [chuckling] i can’t imagine HIM starting to sing

she was devastated by the horse dying in shadar logoth and spent the next two (2) episodes asking me repeatedly if the other horses made it out safely

dad in the 1x03 cold open: i thought they [trollocs] were afraid of water me: only deep water nynaeve: [emerges from the water and kills the trolloc] dad: well, looks like they should be afraid of shallow water too

rand: i thought moiraine was more your speed mom: did...........did he say................moi- me, hastily intervening lest she worry they’re trying to set up matraine: it was just a joke!

mat to rand: you’re the reason we’re in this shit town to begin with mom: well YOU’RE the one who stole that dagger!

she got so mad about mat (and rand) wandering off and touching things in shadar logoth after lan specifically told them not to touch anything

“rand chopped all that wood and mat served 2 drinks! 😤”

mom when the farmer says they’ll have to muck out the stables and the camera cuts to mat: he’s thinking “ugh i have to do WORK?”

i don’t think she’s a big fan of mat so far djfkjgh

oh no actually mat did get some points because when rand was hollering for perrin and egwene my mom was like “he’s gonna draw all the trollocs right to them!” and approved of mat saying the same thing a moment later

she LOVED dana’s bit about the horse trader with no horses, that got her biggest laugh so far. the runner up was nynaeve’s “i said you could ask, not that i’d answer.”

when lan says “stay there” to nynaeve and rides off mysteriously: “he’s gonna kidnap another aes sedai to heal moiraine” honestly he Would

thom to mat: what farmboy from the two rivers has met a trolloc? mom: a lucky one me: [kid with veins popping out as he tries to resist saying something meme]

every time anything even remotely unusual starts to happen she immediately goes “is this a dream????” and 90% of the time it is not a dream, but she’s in the right mindset!

she didn’t like the logain scenes because she thinks he’s “creepy” lmao

mom when the aes sedai are talking about the different color ajahs: oh, like those colorful women in the opening credits! me: [wiping away tears of pride]

haha i definitely am doing with her the same thing i always roast book readers for doing to show-onlys, assuming she won’t understand something but she actually did and explaining something she’d already figured out! in my defense, my mom is very much NOT a fantasy person and typically gets very very confused by many tv shows (she is the person constantly asking questions during the movie jdkfjg). but she did pretty well keeping up with the lore and plot etc, which tells you that the show did a great job making the story accessible for newcomers and casual viewers! all the different names and terminology tripped her up, but the actual concepts, she got pretty solidly.

she went “awwww i liked him :((” when lan was dying, i’m thinking he might be a fav (along with nynaeve, and she seemed invested in rand too especially in the last couple episodes)

post-episode-4 prediction of who is the dragon: either “the girl” (egwene) or “the red-haired boy, land” but not “the other two” (mat and perrin). i tried to get her to consider nynaeve as a candidate but she tossed that idea immediately due to nynaeve being too old. can’t fool her!

we watched the first 4 one night and the second 4 the next night, so before starting i quizzed my mom on names and she immediately called rand “land” AGAIN jkjfg but she got mat and perrin right, and she called egwene something that kinda sounded like egeanin lmao. but rest assured, by the end of the season, she knew rand’s name!

both parents were pressed about how long it should’ve taken rand and mat to reach the city judging by how far away the bridge across the river looked in that aerial shot when they were looking at the mountain, logistical concerns strike again

nynaeve: if i’m as powerful as you say i am, maybe it’s you aes sedai who shouldn’t underestimate me mom: i LIKE her!

she also really liked stepin and was so sad when he died, so take that, stepin subplot haters. it worked for new viewers!

loial is my dad’s favorite character, rightfully so. although he did ask if he was “the shrek of this show” when he first showed up jkjfg

mom when dad was blathering about something during the scene where perrin was telling egwene about laila: [genuinely mad] STOP MAKING SILLY COMMENTS!! THIS IS SERIOUS!!!

me at adult siuan’s entrance: see the tattoos? that’s the little girl from the opening scene, it was a flashback mom: whoa. good thing i have you to explain things

but then in episode 7 she figured out that the cold open was depicting rand’s birth right when tam first had the line to rand about finding a baby in the snow, before it actually went back and finished out the scene

dad, who used to work in local government, during the scene in the hall of the tower: this is just like town meeting

“so if moiraine swore not to return until the amyrlin seat called her back, what happens if someone else becomes amyrlin 🤨” my mom is thinking like an aes sedai! although i then pointed out that moiraine changed the wording to siuan’s name instead. still, good instincts!

egwene: what happens to the ones who aren’t the dragon if they go to the eye? mom: she’s the smart one

“i can’t believe they’re just blindly following moiraine in there. i wouldn’t be getting on this bus!” mat 🤝 my mom

both parents chose rand for their final dragon predictions. i guess he just has Special Chosen One energy despite the show’s best efforts to throw people off the scent haha

my dad’s reasoning was “i don’t like the red-haired one, so it’s probably him” betrayed by my own father! he did not have a reason why he didn’t like rand though lmao

the egwene-loial-rand exchange about loial trying to list things that are worse than falling into a bottomless pit brought the house down djfkg loial is very beloved here

min got quite a few laughs in her various scenes, i'll admit! she does have some good lines

“they’re both big and they both brood” was another hit lmao it’s iconic!

my mom when egwene is the only one arguing in favor of going to the eye just on the smallest chance that doing so could save the world: “she SHOULD be the dragon, she has the highest moral ground”

while lanaeve and randgwene are having their moments: “but poor perrin is all alone :(”

it was getting late but she insisted on watching the last episode because she couldn’t wait a whole day to see what happened, i think we officially have a new WOT fan! at one point she did say “i wish the books weren’t so long, i’d be interested in reading them but i don’t think i can do that” lmao Felt

she kept going “but who IS that guy???” about ishamael and i’d just shrug mysteriously haha i didn’t want to lie and say “it’s the dark one!” but i didn’t want to give away spoilers by saying he WASN’T the dark one. the struggle! i feel all you pre-show readers’ pain now.

at this point my dad had fallen asleep and spent the rest of the episode snoring and drowning out the show and not getting woken up by loud battle noises, so no more commentary from him. dads just be like that.

my mom was SO upset when she thought loial and nynaeve had died, i had to reassure her right away that they weren’t dead rather than saying Watch And Find Out (and loial’s alive status wasn’t confirmed in the episode anyway)

she kept being like “but how are there 14 books???” she really was thinking the eye of the world confrontation would be all there was to it

and then she still asked “does rand just wander forever by himself and go mad?” as if she didn’t know there were 14 books

when it showed The Western Shore she said “oh, this was where ships were disappearing” i was so impressed, man, i barely even remembered that throwaway line!

mom: do rand and egwene get back together? me: i’m not going to spoil you mom: no just tell me i don’t care me: okay. they’ll see each other again but they don’t end up together. mom: [as if i’d dealt her a mortal blow] NO!!!

randgwene shipper #1 i guess awww but she doesn’t even know elayne and aviendha yet! she has no idea what excellent ships are in store!

[giggly-squiggily]

Not me wishing sentence starters would have won bc I SUCK at hcs but here we go!

Hey, friend! I hope you're having a great weekend so far! If I may be so bold, I have a couple of ideas for you as always, but please don't feel pressured to do both! I'd be thrilled with just one! 😊

If I may be even bolder, they're both MHA - specifically ShinDeku 🙈

Idea #1 - The boys are hanging out and something Shinsou is watching/reading/whatever makes him BURST out laughing harder than Deku has ever seen before, and he's instantly in love with laughing Shinsou. He tries to do goofy things to recreate the effect but when that doesn't work, of course he must resort to the only option left - tickles! 🥰

Idea #2 - (This one is more fluff/romance than tickling.) idk if you've seen the "pinning my girlfriend to the wall" thing that's going around TikTok right now (here's a link for your reference if not: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jbrj8eGfTcA&ab_channel=SamandMonica) but you know how you were so kind as to write those adorable fics about Shinsou being weak to pet names before? I think something like this would be a great way for Shinsou to get Deku just as flustered as revenge. 😈

That's all I got for now! Again, please don't feel pressured to do either one or both if you don't want to! Just some ideas. Have a great weekend, friend! 💖

{Headcanons to Dabbles: CLOSED!}

NYM! *flails* Oh my goodness, both of these headcanons are absolutely ADORABLE! Since I'm indecisive, I'm gonna do both! :D Let's start with idea one! :3

“GEHA!”

Midoriya all but dropped his notebook, eyes wide as he turned to the other. Shinsou was shaking in his seat, a wobbly grin on his lips as he struggled to fight down the laughs. On his phone was a compilation of cats doing funny things.

Admittedly, the green hero didn’t care that much for the cats. What got him was how giggly Shinsou looked at that moment. Usually he got a snort- maybe a few chuckles from time to time. But this? Flushed cheek, body shaking, cackling like a goon?

He wanted to see it again. He NEEDED to see it again.

~~~

“Um…what?”

Midoriya felt himself deflate at the blank stare Shinsou was giving him. “D-Don’t you get it? A cat’s favorite color? It’s purrrple?” At the lack of a response, he bowed his head in defeat. “I thought it was funny…”

“Hm…Oh! Oh I get it. Hehehe.” Shinsou chuckled, finally getting it. “That is funny.”

Silence. Shinsou blinked, suddenly feeling guilty. “Babe…whoa!” He squawked, falling backwards when Midoriya tackled him into the bed. “What the he-heheheheheheheheheell?”

“I’ll get you laughing like before-one way or another!” Midoriya snickered in glee, fingers dancing up and down Shinsou’s ribs and drawing out the scrunkiest of laughs. “Come on- let’s hear it! Don’t hold back!”

“M-Mihiihihidoohohohohoriya! Ghhhht- Gehahahhahaha whahahhahat aahahahre yohoohoohu eehhehehven shahhahahhahaying? Shhhhhkt! Gheheahhahahhahha, not thehehehehehhehere!” Shinsou arched with a loud cackle of mirth as fingers pinched along his middle ribs. “Ahehahahahahhahaha bhahahahhahahahahhahabehehehehheehe!”

“There it is.” Midoriya all but swooned at the sight- Shinsou laughing freely, cheeks flushed and smiling big. “There’s the face I was looking for.” Satisfied, he pulled his hands back, resting them against Shinsou’s chest as the other gasped for air. “Thanks for indulging me, Hito.”

“Ehehehe…ehehe…whaha-ohooh…” Understanding crossed his features, flushing them further but warming his eyes. “You know- if you want me to laugh, you just have to send me cat videos. Tickling isn’t necessary.”

“Maybe not. But it’s the easiest way to see you smile.”

“No. This is.” He reached up, taking Midoriya’s face in his hands before bringing their foreheads together

[jiliansky-blog]

Tale as old as time. Prologue

Pairing: Morpheus x FairyPrincessReader  

Rating: PG

Words: 770

Notes: This is compillation of Hades\Persephona AU, Psyche and Eros Au and Beaty and the Beast AU (but not Disney version). Actually, Psyche and Eros story might be the first version of Beaty and Beast. And Hades and Persephone story is very close to it too. And these stories is very fittable for Morpheus. The OC is fairy Princess. You can change her name if you want

Once upon a time lived the Prince of stories, the king of dreams. He was lonely, but he had a bad temper. That's why he did not have many love affairs. And one day he saw a beautiful girl when he visited a fairy land. He was enchanted by her beauty. She had long dark hair, green eyes and an enchanting voice. The girl was the daughter of a fairy queen - Eveline. "Have you come to talk about something, Morpheus?" asked Queen Tytania. "Or do you just want to watch my kingdom? Or me?" She almost purred at the last words, standing too close to him. She was definitely letting her charm work on him. "What are you doing?" the Dream Prince asked. "Waiting for your answer, I suppose," her voice turned a little cold. "Are you ready to answer me? About our ... Agreement?" "Agreement?" he asked. "Are you talking about the merging of our kingdoms and ... marriage?" "Yes, that," she answered. "You can not deny there's something between us. We have a history, as the people say."

"Yes, and a history mostly in the past, Tytania," he admitted. "You don't want to relive our affair, really. Don't you?" "And you don't?" she asked in return. Morpheus sighed. Fairies liked to speak in riddles and didn't often answer questions directly. It was tiring sometimes. "I don't think that's a good idea," I said. "We're different, just like our realms. This arrangement could end in disaster." He thought so too, but... Dreaming can have a queen. Tytania wouldn't be. Their relationship is already broken. Morpheus doesn't know why she'd want to do this again. He felt that it would definitely end in disaster. But then he remembered the girl he had once seen. "But I've something in mind," he said. "And what is that?" Tytania was already upset by his refusal. "I can marry your daughter," Morpheus said. "You can what?" she asked. Her eyes grew cold. She hadn't expected such a statement. He was calm and looked at her with his bright eyes.

“She is my only daughter”, she said. “You can’t really think that I’m planning her marriage already. It’s silly”. “Then you should ask her if she is willing to go with me”, he replied. “If she will stay for some time with me, then we will decide”. The queen of fairies was silent. She definitely doesn’t like the idea of this alliance. She asked her daughter and if she will go with him, she will decide how she will act. “Very well”, she said coldly. “I will leave you for now, Morpheus”. And she left the room and found her daughter in the garden. Eveline was innocent and oblivious about the destiny that can wait for her. “Mother?” the girl noticed her. “Is something wrong?” “King of nightmares wants to take you to his realm”, Tytania said. “What?” she was surprised. “Why?” “Perhaps, he will want you to be his queen”, the queen replied. “He might see you and like you. But it doesn’t matter. You won’t go”. “Why not?” she asked suddenly. “Is it the condition of your arrangement? Then I should help you with it”. “It’s not a concern of yours, my dear”, Tytania said. “You won’t go”. “No, I must”, sometimes the child can be so stubborn. “You don’t know, what you are signing to”, she said. “He is terrible. He is arrogant, cold and there is no love in his hurt. You need to stay with Cluracan. He is quite interested in you”. “He is interested in every female”, replied Eveline. “And I insisted on going to the Dreaming realm. I will be fine”. “Fine”, said Tytania, but she was already making the plan in her mind, how to get her daughter back home. “I’ll tell him, you come to him, but I will make a term of your staying”. “Why?” the princess asked. “I want to make sure how well this arrangement will be working”, Tytania answered. “I don’t want to endanger you, my flower”. “I will be fine”, she smiled. “But if you insist…” “Yes, I insist”, she said. “I will tell Morpheus about our decision”. Tytania left the room, thinking that she would rather set the Dreaming on fire than let the King of Dreams and Nightmares marry her daughter.

Morpheus doesn’t know, what happened. He hopes that this won’t be one of the decisions that he will regret. Perhaps, he should just say no to Tytania and let her leave angry. But he thought that a company isn’t a bad idea. He doesn’t expect vengeance. And he doesn’t feel anything when the curse was fallen on him.

[fanworldbuildingfun]

Tagged by @teecupangel

Three Ships: (oh Gods do I need to narrow it down? Can’t even go by recent, they would all be AC-themed. So… Random it is)

1.       Ezio Auditore da Firenze / Desmond Miles (Assassin’s Creed)

This one is leading by a small margin over Desmond/Altaїr. Seniority privileges I guess? I have started AC fics (featuring romantic relationships, that is) with this ship. One of my favorite comfort ships. I guess it’s because Ezio is the only Assassin we see having a peaceful, semi-quiet retirement. It’s something that we can get him to share with Desmond – and what better thing there is, after the Temple events? Point is, I adore the sheer softness one can fit into this ship that others don’t quite reach. Let Desmond be spoiled and not be judged for it

2.       Hannibal Lecter / William Graham (HBO Hannibal)

This is a shady one with oh-so-many bad touch vibes. But the courtship! The tension! And the sheer fact the intimacy can be seen play as day, and we don’t even have a single kiss to show for it. And I find it a pleasant contrast to a lot of mainstream media these days. The amount of mindgames being played on oh so many levels is just a cherry on the top. Just don’t mind the, uh, matters of tastes. That would be quire rude and rude people don’t fare well in this franchise.

3.       Solas / Lavellan (Dragon Age: Inquisition)

Ah, my love for courtly love… Thy strikes again. Now, this is a Bioware RPG so obviously it can branch hard. But it still remains one of the few game romances where you can see the end coming and still paint both characters madly in love. Just… Love doesn’t trump duty, here. You still split - and then proceed to have exactly zero relationships with anyone else till your hastily approaching end. If Ezio/Desmond is a comfort ship, then this one is the angst ship for when one needs a good cry

(I’ll steal the idea and do some honorable mentions myself: Basim/Eivor (no idea how, but it happened), JangoObi (the earlier fics), Arcann/N!Wrath)

First Ship: if we are going by “which one you started to read fics for”, then it would be Kagome Higurashi/Sesshoumaru (Inuyasha: A Feudal Fairy Tale)

Last Song: That Unwanted Animal by The Amazing Devil

Last Film: uh… Would TV series do? If so, Dragon Age Absolution (and it was pretty but the plot was eh)

Currently reading: a compilation of Iranian Fairy Tales

Currently watching: Star Wars: Visions, The Golden Girls (1985)

Currently consuming: caffe d’orzo with milk

Currently craving: a quiet week in log cabin in middle of autumn forest

Tagging: @pslamsofpsychosis , @krispyscreams (if either so desire, ofc)

[mrthoughtbubbles]

Hi Yeet,

I’m happy to see that you had a wonderful time either last night or today. I love your dress in your recent post, wherein your outfit is comprised of different flowers. The different colors, for me, signifies life, with each color representing different emotions. Seeing you having a blast with the people you’re with warms my heart, and I hope that You found satisfaction along the way.

As for the random information I’ll share with you tonight, Yeet, I’ll talk about dimensions. The zero dimension is a point. The 1st dimension is a line with a length. The 2nd dimension is a shape with a length and width, like a square. The 3rd dimension is a shape with length, width, and height, like a cube; however, before going to the fourth dimension, think of the third dimension as a point in time. The 4th dimension is time, wherein we compile the third dimension’s points in time and put them in order. A good example of this would be a life of a person, wherein the starting point of a line would be when the person is conceived and the ending point in the line would be when they die. The 5th dimension would be parallel universes, wherein it depends on one’s choices. There’s a universe wherein you chose the first option and another universe wherein you chose the other option. The 5th dimension is unsettling for me because I often have deja vu dreams wherein in my dreams I’ll see what will happen in the future, and most of the time, the worst-case scenario happens… The 6th dimension is parallel universes + time, like the 4th dimension, wherein all the universes are happening at the same time with each other. The 7th dimension is alternate universes. The difference between 5th dimension and the 7th dimension are the conditions, like having a different physical laws and possibilities, like having a dimension with magic, having different laws of physics or having more anti-matter than matter. Everything, every possiblity and every outcome is happening at the same time within the 7th dimension. The 8th dimension is alternate unvierses + time, wherein each timeline can interact with each other, like the representation of a spider web, and every interaction creates new possibilities and can affect the past, present, and future. The 9th dimension is above reality concepts. Let’s put the first 4 dimensions in a box, wherein we can see the the first three, we can see the changes over time and the space they take, but in the 9th dimension, we take out the box because everything we know doesn’t apply anymore. Another example would be when you’re part of a film and someone’s watching the said film, but in the 9th dimension, you can go out of the television, like Sadako from The Ring. The 10th dimension are the higher dimensions that allow the reality to unfold from the smallest to the biggest entity and looking at the fabric of existence itself, like seeing how things unfold for everything. The 11th dimension is the theoretical omnipresence, wherein there’s a master dimension that has all the variations of string theory and holds all the cosmic ideas. String theory, is when one magnifies anything deep enough that the only thing we can see are strings and these strings influence everything, like weight, magnetism, interactions with other strings, etc… The latter dimensions, I believe, are theoretical and reading about them astounds me as to how they thought about and explained each dimension.

Anyway, I guess I’ll end my message here. I’ve been writing about dimensions for quite some time now. I hope that you’re enjoying your time, I hope that you’re seeing beauty in everything around you, I hope that you feel strong, beautiful and capable, despite having insecurities and imperfections, and I hope that my explanations with the dimensions made sense… Good night, carpe noctem, take care, recuperate well, believe in yourself, pray/talk to God, and remember that I love you, Yeet!

[nextstopwonderland]

Bryan Danielson/Zack Sabre Jr. Masterpost* Part 1

An audiovisual primer/timeline in chronological order (*originally created for the lead-up to Wrestledream, but now regularly updated with all Bryan & Zack interactions)

(Want the supercut video edit of a lot of what’s below —with the bonus of it being set to some background George Michael? — Go here

Want the fanvid also set to George Michael? Go here

Want yet another interview supercut about them starting in a pub, and set to the beach boys? Go here)

Match 1: Triple X Wrestling - Coventry, UK - March 2, 2008

Full match with intros

Full match without intros (but better quality)

Bryan leaves the match decision up to one fan (video clip)

Some intro screencaps

Match 2: wXx 16 carat gold night 2, Germany, March 7, 2009

Full match

Supercut of my favorite heel Bryan moments

Isolated clip of my personal favorite Bryan moment

Some screencaps

A gif

Surfboard gifs from both matches

Other gifs from both matches

Timeline:

Bryan’s blog entry about the wXw he and Zack were both on, during Bryan’s WWE release (in which a beach party and dancing ensued after) (7/3/2010, text/photo post)

Zack’s tweet for Bryan’s retirement (2/8/16)

“One of the best moments of my life” - Daniel Bryan and ZSJ discuss their first match (6/22/16, video clip)

2016 photo/quote compilation featuring interviews with Zack and Bryan

“After those two matches with Bryan it really changed the way I thought about what i wanted to be as a wrestler” - (7/16/16, Cruiserweight classic interview, video clip)

"I've been picking his brain about some stuff. He's given me some good pointers” - ZSJ discusses having Daniel Bryan around during the Cruiserweight Classic (8/6/16, text interview)

“Don’t tell him I said that.” - Bryan talking about Zack being the better technical wrestler (8/13/17, Tweet)

Bryan calling Zack the best technical wrestler in 2018 (August 2018, video clip)

“I’m number two in my own award!” - Bryan wants to face ZSJ in England and win back the Bryan Danielson award (9/21/21, video clip)

“I wonder where the American Dragon is, hmm I wonder” (9/23/21, video clip)

“I like him a lot, i think he’s my favorite wrestler to watch” (11/28/21, quote on Twitter)

“The idea of fighting ZSJ sounds like a lot of fun to me” (3/6/22, quote on Twitter)

“But in the back of my mind I’m thinking ZSJ” - Bryan on his dream forbidden door opponents (5/28/22, text interview)

“I’ll tell you now, darling, it’s fucking me” - ZSJ asks Bryan to step away from the “Blackpool Country Club” and face him at Forbidden Door (6/12/22, video clip)

“Let’s do it now, Bryan. Huh? Hello, darling!” - Zack comes out after Bryan’s dynamite promo (6/22/22, video clip)

Claudio replaces Bryan in his Forbidden Door 1 match against ZSJ (6/26/22, video clip on Twitter)

“I’m furious. Bryan Danielson, you cheeky bastard.” - ZSJ’s post match response to Bryan and Claudio (6/26/22, video clip)

“Oi, Bryan, you watching, mate?” - Zack’s ROH call out (3/2/23, video clip)

“I’ve wanted to wrestle Zack for a long time” Bryan at Forbidden Door 2 presser (6/25/23, video clip)

“I want to fight the guy who calls himself the best technical wrestler in the world” - Bryan’s ZSJ challenge on Collision (9/9/23, video clip)

“Dragon bollocks, about bloody time, I’ve been waiting” - ZSJ’s response to Bryan’s challenge (9/10/23, video clip)

Wrestledream build:

First wrestledream video hype package (9/10/23, YouTube video. Sidenote: they included the wrong “2008” footage — it’s actually from Bryan’s HWA match with Mox)

Second wrestledream video package (video clip on Twitter)

“At this point a strong gust of wind would disintegrate Daniel Bryan Danielson” - ZSJ’s second response to Wrestledream match (9/18/23, video clip)

“Sleepless in Seattle? No no no no no, darling, Submissions in Seattle” (9/24/23, video clip)

“This kid can be something special” (9/28/23, text interview, quote/photo compilation)

“You know what? He talks a lot of crap!” (9/28/23, video clip)

“If you wanna see an Englishman get punched in the face, come to the climate pledge arena on Sunday” (9/28/23, video clip)

ZSJ gets his final countdown on (9/29/23, video clip)

AEW Collision: Sept 30, 2023

Collision photos + vid & gif

“Brittle Bryan, I love that Nige!” Zack and Nigel collision commentary supercut - (video clip)

“Hello darling” (video clip)

AEW Wrestledream: Oct 1, 2023

Wrestledream photos: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 (includes some videos)

“I won the match but I’m not convinced I’m the best technical wrestler” - Bryan’s wrestledream media scrum (video clip)

“And so now I’m starting to think maybe he is the best technical wrestler in the world.” Bryan cuts an emotional post-wrestledream promo (YouTube video)

“I want my rematch because this proved nothing.” - Zack’s post wrestledream promo (video clip)

Wrestledream gif

“I don’t think there’s another wrestler who’s had such an influence on me, both directly and indirectly.” - Zack talking about Bryan (11/3/23, interview - photo/text collage post)

Wrestledream graphic edit

Continue to Part 2 of the Timeline

[castorthegreat]

castor// journal entry 22

feb 2723

location: the tower

i’m still figuring out a journal format

the other 20 entries got uh destroyed

“And it’s the truth, this time,”

:) i never lie

“HAHAHAHAhahaha-“

but i lost in a sparrow race :(

“-hahahaha, oh that was good. Yes, he launched it into a tree and damaged his helmet. That’s why we wear protective gear!”

i’m.. immortal?? basically?? i died!!! I !! DIED!!! have more respect

“You said you ‘never lie’, hahaha, you haven’t said a joke that good in a long time!”

…

“Fine, i’ll compose myself.”

thank u

“Would you like me to put your death counter on your helmet? You shouldn’t abuse your gift so recklessly,”

????!? you just came up with the idea???? i actually try not to die bc it’s sucks u dicKWEED wow the dISRESPECT and u know it hurts like lol??

“Your interchangeable grammar still astounds me yet I still understand,”

basic language understanding allows you to phonetically recognize -

“I’m making a joke too. :)”

….!!! this is my journal!! i don’t understand!!! I LOST MY DIARY!!!! i actually had a lot on there, i was doing pretty good. i even voice recorded a journal note thing my sis recommended. it’s not that i dislike my voice but i realized i only hear my voice back to me from mission reports or observations, basic work shit, but when i heard myself try to talk about how to actually assert myself to get a position bump IDK ITS STUPID LOL jfkekckdlslf i mean it’s not stupid. it’s really important to me and i’ve worked extremely hard to get the status and title i have. i didn’t just get it handed to me

“It’s true.” Lucky Charms’ whir was soft and warm.

well it made me realize i sound so fuckING WEIRD i have actual no social navigation on how to talk about anything serious without being silly and i realized the other day when i joked about my eye again that it might be disguising.. ptsd????

growing up on base we know ptsd is part of our lives, i mean pollux and i never got a choice and we didn’t really see anything differently outside of helping others, even if we don’t fully agree on everything we both still want to help.

we were taught tools to endure constant death and that it was a sustainable lifestyle for those chosen from The Traveler.

the tools never prepared anyone for that possibility to be taken away, yknow.

…

it sucks to still talk about.

…

i know i disguise it with laughter and joy, but it still …

…

the building was just … at my feet. so much smoke and the pain of reaching to my face and my fingers went /in/ my socket anD

i’m panicking

…

… …

… woof this sucks. lol

..

… but not lol.

…

when i saw pollux at the Farm i know we could both see … in each other that things … … .. were going to be so different going forward

…

i cried first. ..

“Castor, I think it’s okay to stop, your heart rate is getting a bit out of my comfort. We can come back, little bits at a time, what do you think?”

…

… it’s difficult to get out of where i’m at. i’m still staring at pollux, i could see so much … pain and confused fury. i think i felt it too

“I remember.”

…

..

… …

…

..

hey lucky charm?

“Yes, Castor?”

… i don’t want to be there right now. how do i get out? did you say we can come back or something?

“Yes! I have compiled an album from your photo collection “space puppies” with relaxing radar beep synth wave compiled alongside it. Shall we watch that?”

“space puppies”? oh yeah. “space puppies”. i love my “space puppies”. i’ve worked very hard to grow this collection

“I thought you’d like it. Shall I being playing it while you tell me about each one?”

hey this music is nice. yeah okay okok this is helping. did u pick up a station or something?

“No, I amassed your music and photo files from home for an instance like this. Some other Ghosts and I have been chatting and becoming friends and it’s been so fun! Socializing with other Ghosts is very provocative to our learning bias and understanding of, well, everything. We can instantaneously gather mass data for you,”

oh yeah. that’s so sick man 🤙🏻 wish i was legit telepathic

“You and your sister have a very strong connection that I think could -“

it’s not mindrreeaaddinngg tho like i want a super power

“What?! You do have superpowers!”

but like i want Telepath, more specifically “MIND READER” on my guardian ID

“You have a very prestigious title! See? You just snapped lightning at me! Don’t grin like that!”

i forgot do my eyes glow when i do it?

“Oh, I didn’t see.”

aw man okay

…

“I mean, do it again. I’ll watch,”

AHAHA FUCK YEAH

“They do!”

ohhhh siiiccckkkkmmmmmffffffff WOOOOOO damn that’s cool as hell

man im so cool 😎

“That was a fast turn around,”

i’m gemini just stroke the ego and i bounce back baby!!

“How is the slideshow?”

it’s good i forgot to commentate bc i’ve just been watching but yeah this scraggly looking mud puddle of a slug are my energy ammo. cute little guy, are my own comments loaded on these??

YEAH you’re the best thank you, okay lemme find - yeah here it is

/the screen pulled up a note for the photo, the comment reading:

(RANDOM ASTEROID // these little guys just love my energy ammo!! it’s so cute!! they glow a little when it’s in their tummies!! i quickly asked Lucky what these little guys do and BOOM!!! i died.

they died.

did i get to pet it: YEP AND FED IT! i think i just fed it a nuke so like ,… lmao fuck my bad. )

good memorie :)

memory*

:)

“:)”

[adultswim2021]

Tim & Eric Nite Live #10: “Chocolate Episode” | February 19, 2008 | S01E10

In private, I posited that this might be one of the weakest episodes of the show just by virtue of the fact that it’s a format breaker. I was wrong. It’s just strong in a different way. 

This one begins with a big finale: the cast are covered in chocolate to various degrees, and singing a spirited song about loving Chocolate. Yo La Tengo is there, and closing credits roll. It’s possible that people tuning in live were genuinely confused by this, and thought they somehow missed the actual episode. 

Jon Mugar comes out and announces that the episode has wrapped, and they begin setting up for a post-show writer’s meeting. There’s also static cameras set up in a green room area where Tim and other cast members are cleaning chocolate off themselves. Eric is bugging Tim about paying him $30 for a Lakers ticket, which Tim is, perhaps rightfully, being combative over because it was supposedly a comp ticket that Eric procured. All the cameras are fixed, and it’s immediately clear that we’re watching something that’s not supposed to go out over the air.

I mean, obviously Tim and Eric aren’t REALLY accidentally letting themselves be filmed. They are playing with the same conventions of television that Garry Shandling played with for The Larry Sanders Show. But it’s just uncanny enough to make you wonder if somebody (like an audience member, or maybe certain people on camera) are being tricked.

What happens is a fairly mundane but subtly hilarious “writer’s meeting” involving Tim, Eric, and their cast of misfits. The humor is in the details; Eric is given a cake for his birthday which already has a slice cut out of it. The participants at the writer’s table all bang their heads against the wall trying to come up with a suitable idea for their upcoming “Leap Year” themed show. DJ Douggpound wants Tim and Eric to dress like frogs, speak in subtitled croaks, and lay eggs. Dunn suggests a Princess and the Frog kinda thing and really likes the idea of having both Tanese Gray and Gabby come back for it. Quall suggests that somebody dress like an astronaut and use the phrase “a giant LEAP for Mankind”. 

Things take more of a turn sideways when Eric presents a Youtube clip of Gorillas hanging out as an ersatz Carson-esque animal segment. Tim reams him out for it, bruising Eric’s ego. DLH rehearses his leap year song while Eric gets up from the table bitch about Tim to Jon Mugar who’s standing off to the side. Tim and Eric’s relationship is beginning to erode in front of our very eyes. 

Bob Odenkirk shows up and takes the boys to task for their unprofessional show via a compilation of technical failures. He admits that he thought they were trying to make a bad show on purpose: “I found out from you that you were trying to do a good job”. Bob continues to chastise the cast, and DLH eventually leaves the table. He almost seems like he’s taking Bob’s criticisms a little too personally, though he does a glad-handing laugh at DLH’s ad-lib of “I’m the only chocolate one here!” in reference to the fictional show that took place. Bob similarly props up Quall’s line “I’ll be in the museum with all the other dinosaurs”, and indirectly compliments him by having the parallel thought of the astronaut “Giant Leap” bit.  

Tim loses his temper with Eric for fucking around in the clips Bob shows, and they eventually blow up at one another, devolving into a cake throwing fight. “I’m going to go out the back door because he’s going to fucking jump me again” Tim complains. As people scatter, we cut to color bars. That’s the end! 

This is a terrific episode, and they pull off the near impossible task of improvised, realistic performance with some wild card outsiders. Tim would later do a similar thing with The Trial, a season of On Cinema that consists of fixed-camera court-room footage of his character’s manslaughter trial. That, from what I can gather, was pulled off with the cooperation of professional actors who probably specialize in mock trials. This is MUCH shorter, but almost more impressive because it’s pulled off with non-professional and seemingly presented live. It could have been pre-taped for all I know, but there’s no obvious edits. Along with The Trial, it’s one of the pieces I’m most curious about in Tim and Eric’s oeuvre.

Man, I would pay handsomely for a complete Nite Live watchalong. I really would!

MAIL BAG

as for "microwaving animals" go I feel like Newgrounds was a big source of that kind of a humor. You could microwave any animal on that site, even the olsen twins.

I’ve been wrong about a lot of things, but I’m very glad that I was never a Newgrounds devotee.

[angelholme]

V, V, V — Day 26 : Prime

If there is one thing that I can point to as the reason that I think capitalism is the reason this country — this world — is going to go to hell, it is Amazon Prime.

To be honest, it is Amazon in general, but Amazon Prime is the main symbol of what has gone wrong with the world.

Back in the day, Amazon sold books. And that was it. Amazon was your one stop spot to shop for all your online book needs.

It sat along side other sites such as Blackstar — the online video shop — and a few others. They each served a purpose, and if you wanted to buy a video, you went to Blackstar, and if you wanted to buy a book, you went to Amazon.

Then Amazon spread its wings, and started taking over other areas, until now it basically sells anything and everything. It also sells things from other shops. It pretty much has a monopoly on the online selling business. Sure — there are other online shops for specific things, but they are niche markets, or very specific areas (sex toys, fishing rods, car supplies and so on), but for the most part if you want something, you can go to Amazon and find it.

You also don’t see the other online stores any more. Unsurprisingly, now that Amazon is the only game in town, the others all went out of business.

And then there is their streaming service — Prime. (It also does something else — the free delivery if you pay extra, the free books on Kindle and so on). But mostly it is the video streaming service.

Because it is one of an almost infinite number of streaming services that have sprung up over the past five, ten years or so — that have wormed their way, like viruses, into the way we live our lives.

Before I carry on, I have no real objection to streaming services as a concept. Providing films and TV services on demand, over the internet, is a good idea on the face of it. It allows people who can’t get to the cinema to see them (something that during the pandemic was a wonder and a glory) and it means you can watch things that you might not be able to see at the time they are on.

However Prime, and the other services, have demonstrated just what is wrong with capitalism, and just what is wrong with the human race.

Because each service that has sprung up belongs to a specific channel, or specific studio. And because the services belong to specific channels or specific studios, they want to retain control of the material that belongs to that channel, or studio.

It is why there is no Disney content on any service other than Disney+, and why Paramount’s service is the only channel that gets to air Paramount properties.

And it is why Prime has certain shows, and films, and other services do not get to have them.

The term is “proprietary” — it is used a lot in the software development world (which I work in, and so I see a lot of it) and means that (basically) “it’s ours and you can’t have it unless you are willing to pay us a shit-ton of money”

Propriety content in the software development world has been a contentious issue for a very long while. There is a group — quite a large group — who believe all software should be open source, and that “information should be free, yo!”

I am…….. of two minds on this topic. I can see the arguments on both sides, and I am never one to refuse to help fellow developers (whether they work for my company or not) if they need assistance, because there will always come a day when I will need help from another developer in the future.

But in this day and age, with cyber security becoming more of an issue, I can also see an argument that some parts of some code may need to be compiled, and not available to the public. And that not publishing the source code is an acceptable thing to do under some circumstances.

However I am, as I always do, digressing, so I’ll get back to my point.

Software development is one thing, but limiting films and TV shows to a single service is — for me — less acceptable. And by less acceptable, I mean entirely unacceptable.

Because it gives us — the public — a choice. We either don’t see a lot of the new films and TV shows (because they are only released on the service) and as such quite a lot of the world passes us by, or we have to sign up to an almost infinite number of streaming services at an almost infinite cost.

Prior to this you could assume they would be shown on TV — free to air TV — at some point. But that is no longer the case. Almost none of them is, and so when people discuss Stranger Things, or Good Omens, or The Sandman, or XO Kitty, or a myriad of other shows, and you don’t have the service on which they are shown, you have to just nod politely and say nothing.

It is another way of separating the rich from the poor. Another way of capitalism punishing those who have no money and rewarding those who do.

There is a solution of course. Every service could — for a modest fee — sell the rights to their propriety content to other services. They could permit their content to be watched on other services, so that we — the public — need only sign up to watch a single service, or at most one or two.

It would be a revolution in streaming, and in the way things are done. And I think it would be a change that the world needs. And if the idea were applied across a few other areas it would make the world such a better place.

But it’s never going to happen. Because it would reduce the profit of the services, and it would see fewer people signing up to fewer services which would see further reductions in profit.

And they don’t exist to serve the people, and they don’t exist to make the world a better place.

They just exist to make money.

It is what is wrong with the world. And it is never going to change.

“Prime” meaning best, or most important, or first.

I think we also need to rewrite the dictionary.