#I’m sorry. yeah this is kind of cringe but it’s my blog so… I guess we can both deal with it. together. if you want ����

[scruffyssketchbook]

RAMBLES OF A VERY TIRED AUTHOR CHAN #I lost track bro

Kind of random post, sorry!!! Might delete later 😋 idk

I originally said here that this wasn’t a vent post but it might be one after all oops. (I’m sorry I’m an over-sharer and this is my ramble blog.)

(Trigger Warning- grooming? Pedo behavior?)

So I think I mentioned this here before (like years before, idk), but there is this guy who has been stalking me for forever now or whatever. Like, he’s basically the reason I don’t accept friend requests from people I don’t know on Discord and made it so only friends can message me, cause this man would pretend to be other people to talk to me. Anyways, on one of his MANY alts that he uses to send messages to me, he basically admitted to grooming me in the Pedo way when I was a minor!!! Fun 🥰🥰🥰🥰 (this is sarcasm)

But like, that literally explains SO MUCH OF THE THINGS IN SSEC, LIKE WHAT????

Like obviously I am not going in detail of the things that were in SSEC cause it makes me uncomfortable, but it does explain a lot of it, and seeing how afterwards I proceeded to get groomed by 2 other people back to back to BACK, LIKE. For one thing

I definitely feel like the tonal shift in the series was due to all of these events. Of course, I’m not going to get into every bad thing that happened to me due to being a naive girl making a stupid pokemon webcomic (sadly it’s a lot lol), but like, I didn’t even realize that I was groomed by multiple people until I was in my 20���s. (I mean, I am in my 20’s right now, but you know) and I literally was not aware that stalker man was being a pedo towards me when I was a minor until he admitted to me that he was being one- RECENTLY.

I do feel like how SSEC ultimately turned out was due to all of this. For the longest time, I was just surrounded by a lot of negativity. And, I kind of just kind of have the natural inclination to help people or be kind to people, and that ultimately just caused people to see that and use me over and over and over again, causing both the tonal shift in SSEC as well as me closing myself more and more off to people, which- really sucks honestly. (And only now I realize that that is literally the same thing that happened to Vay, wtf)

Like- I want friends. Nothing Romantic, no strings attached, no weird power dynamics, just PLATONIC friends. But I’m extremely shy and awkward, and ofc, extremely closed off ^^;;; So it’s pretty hard for that to happen, I guess.

But I suppose that is why I like/obsess about Box 31 so much.

Box 31 is basically just wish fulfillment for me.

Because, like. The only thing I’ve ever really wanted, the thing I have been looking for, for years, are friends. And, the whole story of box 31 are outcasts making friends, and supporting each other, and growing together, and that makes me very very happy.

Living vicariously through my characters!!! I want them to be happy, I want them to smile, I want others to smile too!!! I don’t want to keep drawing sad things, yeah I like drama, there will be drama in Box 31, but in ssec it’s just so endless. I always wanted the characters to be happy at the end, but where is that end if there is an endless sea of issues?

Idk. I just remember me being freshly 18, crying on the ground (cringe ik) to my way older roommate that I just wanted friends, and I wonder if things would have been better if someone just took my hand and became the friend I needed at the time instead of me becoming totally isolated and the stalker using that to get closer to me.

Idk 😋 as I said, might delete later 😋 just kinda a bit cringe lmao

I just wanna keep drawing my Stupid Silly Eeveelutions~ la la laa

Oh. Speaking of that actually.

[thepunkmuppet]

sorry for saying i was going to live blog my reactions to the show, i over-estimated my attention span and under-estimated my excitement lmao

anyway so um What The Ever-Loving Fuck

ineffable bureaucracy is… real?? like really actually real?? what the fuck?!?!! i thought it was just a crack ship but i guess neil saw it and went huh that’s pretty nice actually because THEYRE REALLY ACTUALLY REAL OH MY GOD. i will say despite being really cute, i thought they were a bit cringe at the end, it could’ve been less lovey dovey because those characters just… aren’t? like that?? but the buildup with them meeting up was absolutely GORGEOUS and so cute and so romantic and just… yeah i love them. i think they probably would have been a bit more awkward / reluctant to admit feelings rather than “baby i love you so much you are my heaven you are my hell my darling sweet beloved” but hey. they were cute. NEW SHIP LET’S GO

nina and maggie were really really cute because of the actresses’ chemistry but pretty underdeveloped in my opinion. still i really enjoyed when they were on screen together, i just had different expectations (i was expecting like a romcom, azriaphale and crowley trying to put them together throughout the season, which was eluded to but then just… didn’t happen i guess). still they were very sweet and i really really liked them

saraquel is great, michael’s hair was terrible, uriel is the hottest character, beelzebub’s new look was cool as fuck, i love the repeated gag of that one demon who just seems to have infinite versions of himself and REECE SHEARSMITH DEMON CHARACTER LET’S GO!?!?!! i was not expecting him to have a significant role again and he was so good, furfur is literally amazing and as an inside no 9 fan seeing him and steve pemberton was soooo much fun

we’re all agreeing that the flashbacks were the best part right?? because they were the best part

shax is my silly little pathetic little skrunkly who talks like a constipated snake and looks like a milf wearing leather that squeaks when she moves. truly a blorbo to behold

crowley’s confession was the most perfect in-character thing i have ever seen and i am SO happy with the way it was written and performed, him almost crying and then grunting in frustration i just i can’t i w AAAAAAAAA IT WAS PERFECT

aziraphale’s realisation was also perfect. sheen is so freaking good at being adorable and smitten

the plot was… odd. every actor was amazing, the visuals were amazing, the jokes were hilarious, every episode was extremely enjoyable to watch… but it just felt a little half-baked to me. every scene was tight and again, really fun, but the overarching plot was kind of…??? i’m not a professional writer by any stretch of the imagination but i’m allowed to have an opinion, and my opinion is pretty damn mixed when it comes to the season arc. there’s obviously going to be a season 3 (i say, literally begging neil gaiman on my knees while screaming and sobbing) and so i think season 2 felt so slow and uneventful because it’s supposed to be a kind of bridge between big plotlines. because so much interesting stuff was picked up and then simply put down again. or kind of just… left to float aimlessly in the air and make me confused as to why and how some of it even happened. but honestly i trust neil and the other writers and creatives so… season 3 here we come! overall i really enjoyed it a lot, but the (modern day) plot was just a bit of a weird one for me

AND FINALLY TO ADDRESS THE FUCKING ENORMOUS ELEPHANT IN THE ROOM. IF I HAD A GODDAMN NICKEL-

[a-student-out-of-time]

Let me try and break it down as best I can (Im sorry for speaking so much, but I do enjoy these sorts of talks.)

I don’t have any issues with Teruko. Yeah, she’s an edgelord, but I do tend to have an affinity for Fangan protagonists who are on the crazier side (shocking, I know), not to mention that I understand why she is that way; her life is fucked.

Xander is fine and all, but nothing I haven’t seen before, but I know Aliza likes him, so I’m not about to badmouth her boy.

Charles is fine because he reminds me of post-DR1 Byakuya, Still a bit of a self-entitled jerk, but cooperative and a major help when it counts, and I like that.

Ace takes every personality trait I hate from both Kazuichi and Leon and mashes them together in one character, and I utterly despise it.

I admit that it is impressive what Despair Time is doing with Arei, even though it’s probably not gonna amount to much, because it bothers me that so many killing games, including the source material, DONT DO THIS. The only time Danganronpa built up a character to be an asshole, then redeemed them in a way that i thought was done well, was Fuyuhiko. And when Arei showed signs of trying to do better, I really admired that, so now I’m cool with her, even though I hated her at first.

Rose is an insanely uninteresting character among everyone else in this cast, and I don’t know why, but i also don’t want to badmouth her because I know Paper-scrap likes her.

Hu is okay, but she reminds me of an over-friendly relative that I have in real life that I don’t really like being in the company of. Like, she assumes things about me, and then spreads that misinformation. Also, the stuff that happened with Nico made me cringe so hard. Like, I GET that she didn’t understand the proper etiquette for this shit, but I am in this scene and I don’t like it.

Eden is okay, but whatever.

Levi? Also okay, but I’m scared of him.

Fuck Arturo, he’s just really annoying for no reason.

I actually really liked Min, and she had a really interesting design, despite its plainness, but she died way too goddamn early and that was kind of a turn off for me (as in a turn off for the series, not…whatever else that could be construed as)

David is David, we don’t really need to say anything here. But yeah, he’s a pretty okay twist villain for me.

I don’t really know what to say about Veronika, she’s just sus as fuck.

I want to like J, but something just sort of turns me off her. I guess she’s just the wrong sort of stubborn? I dunno…

Whit id a little annoying, and I’m struggling to figure out what purpose he serves in the narrative. He feels like the game’s Kokichi, just…less important?

And Nico, while again, I empathise with Nico, kind of freaks me out.

//Yeah, I can understand that

//I enjoy DT's cast overall and I appreciate their depth, but I get why someone would find a lot of them annoying or just okay. Of course, it's still Danganronpa, so some similar character archetypes are bound to crop up in some capacity. It's the story's style of intrigue and overall mysteries that I find more engaging.

//I feel like, if you look at DT on a purely surface level, it loses a lot of its charm and it does end up feeling samey in a lot of aspects. But the foreshadowing and subtle mysteries with the setting, the characters, the storytelling and even the Tumblr blog are so cool and they hint at much more going on than just another killing game.

//But even with that in mind, yeah, this cast can be really annoying sometimes, so it may hamper the experience ^^;

//Point is, I like what they're doing and I wanna see where our story is heading regardless of my predictions.

[xleeleeboox]

Sissy

Eddie Munson x fem!reader  

This is all spoiler free! And not proofread either, and although I have lots of experience writing it has been a long time and I never posted it on this blog but I figured it would reach more people through my main. You have want more let me know lol

Dustin has to stay after school, but had plans with Eddie, he forgot to tell him that he wouldn’t be home, resulting in you spending time with Eddie yourself. Perspectives changed, and embarrassing secrets were revealed. 

TW: none, 1.3k words

      Loud music drifted through the whole house and Eddie could hear it from the front door, so he figured to knock loudly. Meanwhile you were on the phone with Dustin as he was frantically explaining something to you. 

      “You don’t understand! He’s gonna be there any minute just tell him to go back home or something because I won’t be back for a while.” Dustin’s voice carried through your end of the phone. 

      “Why is he coming over in the first place? And why when you know you aren’t even going to be here?” You questioned. 

      “Well I only found out that I had to stay after school after Eddie and I made the plans but I never got a chance to tell him. Can you just tell him please sissy? And tell him I’m sorry.” And with that he hung up. No more explanation, or when he was coming back, or even who was gonna give him a ride. 

      Eddie figured to knock pretty loudly considering the music, to which you heard clearly even over the music, in the middle of brushing your hair. You sigh and set the brush down walking over to answer the door, realizing you don’t have pants on as soon as you swung it open. Tugging your shirt down a bit, you give Eddie a little smile and nod, you didn’t exactly know each other all that well. But you did know that even though he was obnoxious in school, Dustin picks really good friends so you trust him. Plus you thought Eddie was cute. 

      “Hi.” 

      “Hey,” Eddie gives a small smile back to you, cheeks becoming a little warm realizing who you were and what you were wearing, “I’m here for Dustin.” 

      “Yeeeah, here’s the thing, he just called and said that he has to stay after school for a little bit but did catch you to tell you before the end of the day. You can come on in though and hang out for a bit until he gets here.” You offer with a kind smile. 

      “Oh, no, I don’t want to intrude.” He said while gesturing to you. At that, your cheeks warmed up too. Holding your finger up and running back to your room to throw some pants on, and running back out quickly. 

      “Please, I don’t want you to have to drive all the way back, I don’t think he will be too long.”

      “Are you sure?” He asked shyly, maybe the only time you had ever seen him shy, it was cute. 

      “Oh yeah! I’m just getting ready for a party so we can hang for a bit. If you don’t mind, that is, I’ll be doing my hair and makeup.” He just shrugs and responds with a little “okay” and you waved him to come in all the way and stay. You head back to your room, turning the music down a bit and picking up the brush again fixing your hair up. The music was all 60s and rock music, which did make Eddie cringe a little bit but it wasn’t too bad to him. 

      After a few moments of awkward silence, your hair was done and you look over to see Eddie staring at your reflection in the mirror. 

      “What?” you ask.

      “Nothing, I guess I just have never seen you around school, not dolled up, you know?” 

      “Yeah, I just like getting dressed up is all, but I don’t always. You know?” You mimicked his question to you. “But I might need your help with something.” Eddie just stared at you a moment as you went digging around your room. He sat on the edge of your bed, taking in the surroundings of your room, spotting your tape collection. Something particular caught his eye though, something familiar. He shot up and made his way over, grabbing the tape that interested him so much. Motley Crue. He saw another one, Metallica. He just could not believe it. 

      “Oh of course you’d find those that quickly.” You chuckle with an eyeshadow palette in your hand. Taking the Motley Crue tape and replacing it with your personal mixtape playing now. “I know, I know, say it.” His eyes scan the room again, seeing all your decor and jewelry that he has never seen you wear. It’s almost as if he memorized the things you do wear, actually it’s almost as if he stares at you every chance he gets in school. Because it’s true, he does. Truth be told Eddie was actually a little glad that Dustin wasn’t home yet. He had been trying for weeks now to try and grab your attention so you could talk to him. 

      “You… You’re a freak.” He said almost breathlessly, letting out a light chuckle paired with it. You stand with your arms out, accepting it, along with a smug, tight lipped smile. It got better too, he saw band shirts hanging in your closet and D&D paraphernalia scattered all over the place. Although he did take into account that the D&D stuff could be Dustin’s, but still. 

      “Now that you are done ogling my room like a creep, I need your help.” Eddie’s face got warm and red real quick, he mumbled a little “sorry” as his heart skipped a little beat. “I cannot choose what color to do for my eyeshadow, I am wearing a white top so it could be literally any color. Could you pick one for me please?” You asked sweetly, batting your eyelashes shamelessly at him, handing the makeup over. His eyes glazed over the whole thing, landing on a particular blue shade, it’s light but with a tiny bit of sparkle. 

      “What about this blue one? I kinda like it.” He said, trying not to act too interested in it. 

      “Perfect, thank you. Here you can sit on my bed while I do my makeup.” And he did, back on the edge of your bed. You’re looking in the mirror, blending out your powder, then putting the mirror down to look at him again. 

      “Are you okay?” 

      “Yeah, I just… I don’t know.” 

      “What? Come on, secrets are safe here.” You let out a little laugh. He just shrugged again shyly. Somehow you managed to render him quiet most of the time he was there, even though he is always quite loud. 

      “I’ll tell you a secret if you tell me what you’re thinking about. Deal?” 

      Eddie chuckled again, shaking his head, thinking about how he was going to phrase what he was going to say next. “You know, I knew you were this pretty little popular chick that has lots of friends and whatever, but for some reason I never expected you to be so chill and nice. I mean like, I knew you were Henderson’s sister but I didn’t think I would be sitting on your bed in your room watching you put makeup on and whatnot.” 

      “Oh you think I’m pretty?” You teased, he blushed again in response, a little nod took over his movements with a shy smile, playing with his rings avoiding your eyes. “You’re different than what I thought too. I thought you would be loud and obnoxious like you are at lunch. And in Chemistry too. But you’re not talking much.” 

      “Yeah well…” He took a shot, his heart speeding up at the thought, “pretty girls do that to me I suppose.” Your face heated up again, him calling you pretty like that could keep you going for the rest of the week. 

      You giggle, “Well thank you Eddie. Okay I guess it’s time for a secret from me now. It’s not really mine but it is just a little embarrassing. Dustin still calls me Sissy… and I let him.” You tried not to burst out laughing at Eddie’ reactions, his head snapped up with his mouth open with a smile and eyes wide. 

      “No way!” 

      “NO! Why would you tell him that! Come on Eddie. You are not allowed to spend time with my sister alone anymore!” Dustin must have come in while you were finishing your makeup and talking. He dragged Eddie out of your room, Eddie looking back at you with a smile tugging on his face. 

      “I’ll see you at lunch?”

[peachy-momos]

𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 ✧ 𝐄𝐫𝐰𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐡

A/N: this is for @ghost-party 's creature comforts collab! <3. My idea was early summer mornings spent with your vampire husband~. I'm a bit rusty so my apologies if there's any grammar/spelling errors and sorry its a bit shorter than my other works :') . I hope y'all enjoy and as always MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI.

Pairing: Vampire!Erwin x Reader

WC: 1.6k

Warnings: Reader is a cisfemale. Mundane activities ;). Vaginal sex + creampie. Begging. Choking. Probably inaccurate time period references. Some sad references to Erwins backstory. Talks of blood (because vampire, yeah.). Just some comfort and soft writing. Talks of loneliness. I think that's all??

Rain patters outside as Erwin presses further into you, nosing against your ear as his warm breath hits your neck. 

“Good morning.” his voice was raspy with sleep, a smile playing on your lips as his hands made their way under your tank top, making you jump. Erwin’s hands were ice cold as they caressed your stomach, making you shiver.

“Morning.” you moved to flip over so you could kiss him, his lips as cold as his hands. “How’d you sleep?” 

“Like the dead.” 

“Erwin… you are the dead.” he chuckled as he rested his forehead against yours, teeth glinting in whatever light that was able to stream through your curtains. 

Although it was early summer, the blackout curtains made it seem like it was late winter, the sun not coming up until late in the morning. 

Erwin requested them specially, how would someone of “his nature” be able to survive summer mornings, bright light practically burning him as soon as he’d wake up. They worked perfectly, most of the house had them but you were able to open them on drearier days, when the sun wasn’t so bright and most of the sky was made up of sad gray clouds. 

“What time is it?” you rubbed sleep from your eyes, Erwin grabbing his phone from the bedside table and cringing when it opened to a very bright lockscreen,

“Seven thirty.” he murmured, snuggling back into your side. 

It was thirty more minutes before you both got up, Erwin making his way down to start breakfast while you brushed your teeth to get rid of morning breath. Living with the undead was… weird to say the least. No sun, no using garlic in recipes, keeping an alternative for blood (ew) for your husband to consume because “I’m not an animal. Of course I don’t feed off of humans.” 

He nodded in your direction as you padded into the kitchen, the wood flooring cold against your feet. 

“So, what are we having for breakfast?” wrapping your arms around his waist you laid your head on his back, watching as he grabbed a small skillet. 

“I was thinking eggs, bacon, and toast?” he grabbed the eggs and bacon out of the fridge as you moved to grab the bread from the pantry, setting it beside the pan so he could get to work. 

“Sounds perfect. I’ll wash the dishes since you’re making breakfast.” he nodded as you moved  to kiss his cheek. “I’m going to be making the grocery list, do you need anything? And don’t say garlic.” 

He chuckled. “Why not?” 

It was rare when Erwin egged you on, usually he was serious, only cracking jokes here and there. You guessed it was due to his past, he had lived for over two centuries, you had no idea what had happened and what that could do to a person. 

You rolled your eyes and he only smirked in response. Garlic wasn’t deadly for “his kind” per say, if eaten it would just be like a mild allergic response. Over the years you’d learned about his quirks and what myths about vampires were real or not. The reflection thing wasn’t true, but wooden stakes and holy water would indeed lead to the end of whoever they were used on. 

Erwin swore off human blood a long time ago, when he was a fledgling he was all for it. But he’s had over two decades to be able to overcome his hunger, and luckily for him there’s been substitutes released for those who refuse to feed off of humans. 

He handed you a plate, grabbing forks for both of you. “Do you want to sit at the dining table or on the couch and put some background noise on?” 

“I’m feeling the couch today.” 

Erwin set his plate down on one of the end tables, grabbing the remote and switching through the streaming platforms before settling on a show. 

Law and order played in the background while you both ate, letting out a reaction to whatever’s happening in the show here and there. Once you were finished you got up to move the curtains just a little and open the windows. Summer could be hot and humid, especially with the rain, but the fresh air would be good. 

Erwin handed you his plate, seemingly finished with his breakfast. You set the dishes in the sink, making a mental note to do them whenever the episode you were on was over. When you sat back down you snuggled into Erwin, nuzzling against his neck. 

“I’m happy that you’ve finally got a day off, it feels like we never have time to just… spend for ourselves.” you murmured into his neck, nail tracing the veins on his arm.

Erwin spends most of his time grading papers and teaching his college courses, but on most of his weekends off he’s figuring out teaching plans or going golfing with Levi and Miche. It could get a bit lonely sometimes but Erwin needed time to himself and you understood that. He always tried to come home at a reasonable time and make sure to spend a bit of one on one time with you.

Most of the time it was just watching tv until he passed out or going out to a fancy restaurant. Intimacy wasn’t rare in the relationship, your sex life is very active, but recently it’s been hard due to Erwin having spent most of his time grading finals. But now it was summer, and his calendar finally had been wiped clean. 

Erwins jaw clenched as you traced his veins, arm flexing at the not so innocent gesture. “Trying to rile me up?” he spoke through clenched teeth, brows furrowing as you nodded. 

“Is it working?” 

Erwin stood up quickly, readjusting himself. You were about to sulk before you noticed that he was going over to the windows, shutting them and closing the curtains. Erwin took his shirt off, throwing it in some random corner before kicking his pajama pants off so he was only in his boxers. 

Damn, it was hard not to let your jaw drop every time you saw him naked. He was sculpted like a marble statue, broad shoulders and tight muscles. It didn’t help that he was tall and incredibly handsome. It really did look like he was a work of art. 

You blinked, Erwin smirking as you shyly looked away. Fiddling with your pajama shirt, you pulled it above your head, throwing it on the floor and standing to shimmy out of your panties. Erwin pulled his boxers down, erection springing free and hitting his lower stomach. 

He reached his hand out to you, pulling you in once you placed your hand in his. “You’re breathtaking.” 

Erwin always had a way with words, his complement making your ears and face feel like it was on fire. He tilted your chin up slightly, lips pressing against your own as his tongue made its way into your mouth. He backed you onto the couch, pressing against your shoulder so he could move you to where he needed you to be. 

Teeth and tongue met your own again as Erwin moved to kneel over you, hand squeezing your breast before his fingers played with your nipple, pinching slightly. 

Erwin stopped kissing you to lavish his attention onto your other nipple, sucking it into his mouth, making sure not to run his fangs over it. It didn’t take long before you were throbbing, Erwin moving his fingers to play at your entrance, a ghost of a smirk against your breast. 

“Okay, okay I’m ready. I don’t need foreplay, just give it to me.” you begged, Erwin playing with you for a little longer just to hear you whine and beg for him. Even though he had lived over two centuries, he was still a man. 

Erwin sat on his knees, maneuvering himself so he could line himself up with your entrance, pushing in and breaching the first ring of muscle. He was big, the stretch making you hiss and throw your head back. When you first started seeing each other it was painful, but after years of being together the pain had slowly subsided, so now the stretch was pleasurable and brought you to tears for a different reason. 

“Fuck.” Erwin cursed as you hissed back drool, gripping his bicep and digging your nails into it. Once he pushed all the way in he set a grueling pace, hips snapping against your own. “I’ve missed this so much. God you’re so beautiful. So perfect. God you have such a perfect pussy.” he traced your stretched hole with the tip of his finger, a blissed smile on your face. 

“Erwin.” you moaned his name, feeling euphoric as he pressed against that rough spongy spot in you. He was so deep, it felt like he was in your fucking throat. His thumb pet at the column of your throat, eyes meeting yours. “D-do it.” you egged him on, the rest of his fingers wrapping around your neck and squeezing gently. The friction from his thatch of blond curls rubbing against your clit was what sent you over the edge, a rumble of a moan getting caught in your throat. 

It didn’t take Erwin long to have his own, the vice grip of your pussy making his hips stutter a bit as his pace became uneven. His eyes shut as he pressed into you, jaw dropping slightly. Sweat beaded on his brow as he shot thick, white lines against your walls, laying his head against your chest once he tired himself out. 

You both stayed there for what seemed like forever until he pulled out, hissing as he did so. 

Navigating life with a vampire as your husband wasn’t what you envisioned for yourself when you were younger, but it’s moments like these that make it all worthwhile.

[the-himawari]

A3! Rurikawa Yuki - Translation [SR] memories the camp (1/2)

*Please read disclaimer on blog

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Yuki: …

Kazunari: Found ya, Yukki! What’re you drawing over here?

Yuki: Costume sketches. I kind of felt like switching up my mood so I left my room.

Kazunari: I feel you! When it comes to creative works, you can get more done just by changing your location, right? Say, I’ll give you something that’ll be a perfect change of pace for you.

Yuki: What is it?

Kazunari: Tah daaah! A polaroid camera! I found it when I was organizing my room earlier. I bought another one, so I’mma give this one to you!

Yuki: …I’m good. I have nothing to take pictures of even if I take it.

Kazunari: C’mon, don’t say that~! You have the rest of the summer to snap plenty of pics!

Yuki: Even if you say that, I don’t have any plans to go anywhere…

Kazunari: You don’t have plans now, but you might make some in the future, right? I’m sure that’ll come in handy then!

Yuki: …I got it. Thanks.

-pause-

Tsuzuru: I’m handing these out. Please, take one. …Oh, what the? Yuki?

Yuki: Ahh, Tsuzuru. What are you doing here?

Tsuzuru: As you can see, I’m handing out hand fans for my part-time job. Here. Take one too, Yuki.

Yuki: I don’t need one since I have this. I don’t use hand fans.

Tsuzuru: A portable fan with bunny ears… Yeah. If you have that, then I guess you don’t need a hand fan, huh?

Yuki: This one cools you down pretty well. Wanna borrow it?

Tsuzuru: I appreciate the thought, but I can’t possibly use something so cute.

Yuki: Really? Bunny ears suit you more than anyone else though.

Tsuzuru: No, it’s cringe no matter how you think of it… anyways, it’s obvious it suits you more.

Yuki: Well, you’re not wrong. …Alright, will you use this simpler one then? Here.

Tsuzuru: You had two on you, huh… It’s hot today, so that honestly helps. Thanks.

Yuki: Don’t mention it. And I’ll take a hand fan too. I’ll feel bad if I don’t.

Tsuzuru: You could’ve just said that from the beginning. You’re not honest now, are you?

Yuki: …I’m going home.

Tsuzuru: Alright, alright! I’m sorry!

-pause-

Yuki: I’m home.

Kazunari: Welcome back, Yukki!

Kumon: Hey, hey. Is there any place you’re dying to go, Yuki?

Yuki: A place I want to go… what’s this about?

Kazunari: We were talking about wanting to go somewhere as a troupe. But there’s too many places we have our eye on, so we can’t decide~.

Yuki: Ah, I see.

Kumon: By the way, is that a hand fan?

Yuki: Ah, this… Tsuzuru was handing them out for his job, so I had no choice but to take one.

Kazunari: Eh, Tsuzurun? Where!? Maybe I’ll swing by and grab one too~.

Yuki: No, you don’t have to go all the way there… … Hey, how about a yakatabune*?

Kumon: Eh?

Kazunari: A yakatabune?

Yuki: Yeah. Now that I have a look, that just happens to be written on this fan. See? It sounds like it’d be refreshing and we can all go together, right?

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*A yakatabune is a traditional Japanese-style boat where passengers can have meals inside and enjoy the sights. (Kind of like a mini cruise ship)

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[sabertoothwalrus]

snap u have anon turned off? I guess we’re just doing this then DHSJSK ok based on ur art and interests and blog and stuff the vibes I get from u are like:

chill and cool but also somewhat intimidating lmao and u like it that way. “be my friend but also fear me just a little, that’s sexy”

likes things that could be considered “cringe” but gives zero Fs what people think about it and elevates said cringe to a respectable art form while not actually really shying away from the cringe? haha

“I said what I said, die mad about it” energy

really creative thinker (like not passively involved in your interests but actively coming up w new ideas, exploring new paths/AUs that intrigue you and putting energy into developing them)

pretty self-confident overall (good for u queen)

bursting with Ideas at all times. kind of annoyed that your hands cannot keep up with your brain

some brand of lgbtq but I’m not rly sure what lol

gets frustrated with sitting still/being stuck

high expectations for yourself, maybe sometimes a little too hard on yourself

very thoughtful and intentional and skilled creator who puts a lot of effort into learning and improving

zero patience for whiney or close-minded people and not afraid to call them out

not afraid of anything, possibly

doesn’t really like kids? maybe?

has a specific beverage that u drink 80 servings of a day….like coffee or chamomile tea or diet doctor pepper or one of those sparkly flavored water things

a nice, loud, warm belly laugh and a big smile that shows your gums

ok that was a lot more than I intended, sorry lol anyway what’s my grade

OK PEOPLE HAVE ACTUALLY TOLD ME IM INTIMIDATING IRL AND??? I’m just a silly little goofball that’s so baffling

Ok I DO have no fucks being cringe, but it is one thing when you’re showcasing work you’re proud of vs telling a coworker in the breakroom at work “yeah I watch miraculous ladybug” GDHFJGKG there’s a time and a place yknow

LITERALLY YEAH ACTUALLY

I’ve been really lucky that this has been true for me for awhile!! I have had years-long bouts of art block where I can’t seem to produce anything, but this past year I’ve had more ideas than I can keep up with!

I am all or nothing when it comes to confidence, or rather I’m CONFIDENT when I CAN’T do things. Fun fact tho is I’m not really afraid of public speaking 🤷

Usually I just say gay/lesbian. Gender is: I don’t have a problem being Girl but you and I both know it doesn’t mean anything lol

I do get frustrated being stuck!!! Aaaaaaaa executive dysfunction!!!!!

Next couple are pretty accurate

the one about kids is FALSE I ADOREEEE kids!!! I look more forward to being a parent than having a spouse

ehhh I don’t really have a drink like this?? I’m a big slut for Martinelli’s brand apple juice/cider though 👌

I legit scream laugh gdhfjfjf esp in voice calls oof you shoulda HEARD me when they announced the Mario movie cast

overall you did really well!!! Thank you for putting my brain under a microscope Mar!! :) 👍

[sio-writes]

My first bit of writing for this blog, based off this post:

The Cruise

*****

The massive cruise ship cut through the waves like a hot knife through butter, all power and majesty rolled into one massive metal hull. You watch the sunset, a mixture of yellow, red, and the slightest hint of purple as it lit up the sky and turned the water into liquid gold.

It would be gorgeous if you didn't feel like a trash fire.

Really, this was your own fault. You should've seen it coming. Your fiancee--ex-fiancee--didn't even have any vows prepared. He'd waited until you finished the poem that you spent three months perfecting, then just said "ditto." That was Red Flag #387.

So now you're here. Alone. Surrounded by nothing but couples because this was a Couple's Honeymoon Cruise that your stupid ex-finacee booked and you couldn't get the deposit back.

You're torn out of your skulking by a loud pair behind you, laughing at a joke as they walk by. And maybe you're just bitter, but their happiness makes you want to throw up. All day you've been bombarded with couples; laughing, talking, bickering, smooching, the whole nine yards. You can't tell if you want to throw yourself overboard or cry or both.

Your watch beeps a reminder and you double check the time. Yep, 6:30. You have a reservation for two at tonight's dinner show, and you want to get there early. Besides, who did you have to wait on? Yourself? You try to ignore everyone as you head to the lower decks of the ship, but with such narrow corridors, it's a tough feat. You pass a couple necking in the stairway and you simultaneously cringe and feel a twist in your heart at the sight. That should be you getting lucky, instead all you have is your hand and the cruise's shitty wifi.

You make it to the show room without incident, but in a worse mood than before. You're pissed off, really sad, and also kind of horny, a weird combination to say the least. You already forgot what the menu for tonight is going to be, but you don't have much of an appetite anyway. You probably won't even make it through the appetizer. At least the drinks were paid for, and you can have as many of those as you want.

The lights dim and just as you hear the orchestra warming up, someone gently clears their throat behind you.

"Is this seat taken?"

It's probably someone who wants to take the chair, so without looking you wave them off and think nothing of it. But you hear scuffling and the sound of the chair scraping across the floor. You turn in your seat and see a large moth, sitting right behind you.

"Is this okay?" He's large in stature but very soft spoken. "I can move if--"

"No no, you're okay," you say. "No one's sitting here."

His large, feathered eyebrows pull down into a frown. "You're by yourself?"

"Not by choice," you say. You give him the Sparknotes version of your predicament, glossing over minor details.

Mystery Moth tilts his head sympathetically. "I'm so sorry that happened to you."

You shrug. "I guess I'm glad it happened early and not, you know, three years into our marriage."

"Forgive me for saying this, but whoever gave you up is a huge jerk."

You bark out a laugh, earning you several stares, but he smiles at you so it's worth it.

He extends his hand. "My name is Aidan."

"Pleasure to meet you," you say with a hearty shake. You expect his hand to be rough, but it's actually quite soft.

You want to ask Aiden if he's here with anyone, but would that be too forward? This is a Couples Cruise, so chances are he has someone. Either way, you could always use a friend. Yeah, you're totally fine with that.

"What about you, Aiden, are you here with anyone?" Perfect segue, very smooth.

He shakes his head and you ignore the small bubbles of hope that pop under your skin.

"I was supposed to meet a friend here but they cancelled at the last minute."

You frown. "That's kinda shitty."

He shrugs. "It was a family emergency."

Oops. "Ah, less shitty."

"We forgot to reserve a table for tonight's show, and you were the first person I asked."

"Oh?" You try not to smile at that. Could moths see in the dark? Didn't they have, like, night vision or something? You hide your grin behind your hand just in case.

"Mhm," he continues. "I'm glad I ran into you."

You want to talk to Aiden more, but the band starts the opening number. This show is one you've been wanting to catch, all the crew members on the boat say it's The Best.

The curtain opens and you're instantly lost in the theatrics. They have everything: fire, water, gymnastics, people in the air, people bending in ways you didn't think a person could bend. You hardly notice the waiters bringing out your meal until Aiden leans forward to whisper in your ear.

"Is it alright if I eat this jerk's dinner?"

You laugh again in spite of yourself. "Go for it."

Your stomach growls at the mention of food, and you rip your eyes away from the show in order to scarf down a few bites. It's not the most elegant you've ever been, but no one is here to judge you.

At intermission, the lights go up and it's acceptable to talk again.

"What're you doing tomorrow?" You ask incredibly casually.

"I have no particular plans," he says, and despite you glaring down at your food you hear the smile in his voice.

"I was gonna check out the water slides tomorrow if you wanna come."

"That sounds perfect."

[globgor-of-mewnie]

Globgor Rants #2

Rating Mewni Matriarchy prt.2

PART 1

7. Comet, The Chef

“I…..really want to like this one. She seemed like she was a very devoted mother, and I praise her for trying to make peace with monsters without violence, but….she was very naive. Like, offensively so. Did she really think what separated us from Mewmans was the fact we didn’t know how to ‘savor’ a meal? What?! Yeah, she’s right. Food was what was causing the tension between us. As in, THEY KEPT STEALING OURS! You think we had the resources to make pies and crumb-boo-lay? She wanted to do things civilly, but she obviously saw us as ignorant barbarians, just like everyone else. The only difference is that she wanted to reason with us instead of trying to wipe us out. Which in hindsight, I appreciate, but I still can’t help but cringe at her naive way of thinking. We wanted land and freedom, Comet. Not baked goods.”

8. Dirhhennia, The Heaped

“Um….I just….find it hard to understand this one. I mean, I want to keep in mind that Eclipsa was also scolded for being too weird, but….she’s weird in a charming way. This girl is just….kind of gross. There, I said it. She’s gross and kind of rude. Clearly wasn’t meant to be a queen, but hey, she was part of the ‘oh so perfect’ bloodline, so….”

9. Estrella, The Drafted

“Nothing frustrates me more than someone who reaps the benefits of being royalty without putting any of the work in. All this woman did was draw her little pictures instead working to better the lives of her subjects! Maybe if she’d put in the slightest effort to better the relations between monsters and Mewmans, her daughter wouldn’t have been assassinated in her attempts to!

……Okay, I’m sorry. That was pretty harsh. I just can’t stand people who choose to stand aside and do nothing. It’s cowardly. Especially if you live in comfort while those around you suffer!

…..At least she had the talent to back up those drawings. They’re quite good.”

10. Rhina, The Riddled

“SHE KILLED HER HUSBAND!!! How does someone get away with that?! Seriously, Eclipsa was dubbed an irredeemable villain for marrying a monster, but this woman commits mariticide, and….what? Nothing?! No big deal?!

It’s because he was a demon, I tell you. Yes, the Lucitors had long abandoned their monster roots by then, but you know if he had been a Mewman she wouldn’t have gotten off so easy! Just, AUGH! Also, on a much lesser note, I hate riddles!

11. Festivia, The Fun

“Sorry to all those who want to see Eclipsa and I ‘adopt’ this child, but I really can’t stand her. I was very frustrated with Estrella for living leisurely with no responsibilities, but at least she didn’t do it at the expense of my daughter!! Festivia literally threw a party while her subjects died protecting the kingdom! She was having the time of her life while my Meteora, the rightful ruler, was being abused! And people want me to feel sorry for this girl?! Why? Because she was lied to? Well, so was Meteora!! So was all of Mewni!! She was literally nothing more than a carefree puppet for the High Comission to control! I would NEVER see her as a daughter! To do so would be to spit in my actual daughter’s face, and to all the suffering she had to endure while this brat….threw parties!!!”

12. Crescenta, The Eager

“The only one worse than Festivia is her second daughter (and the last entry, but you get it). This child is a psychopath, plain and simple. She brainwashes everyone, including herself! She sought to control my people, and was willing to lie and cheat everyone around her in order to do so. I guess seeing a prejudice Mewman queen shouldn’t surprise me, but the fact that she hides her madness with a cutsie smile truly disturbs me. Not only was she a bigot, she was a blind one. She obviously had feelings for her monster friend, Emily! She was just…a sinister imp who was given too much power. I’d be happy to punch that stupid grin off her face any day!”

13. Solaria, Monster Carver

“If you’ve been following my blog for awhile, you’ll know that I’ve expressed many times how I feel about my dictator-in-law. The woman. Is. EVIL. Really, you only need to look at her name to see why! She’s a murderer, racist, sadistic tyrant! By far the most harmful to monsterkind! She didn’t just look down on us, she wanted to commit genocide! She terrified children, separated families, pushed us to the brink of starvation….It took many times before I was able to read her chapter all the way through. I felt so sick from her words and the innocent blood covering her pages…blood that could very well have belonged to friends of mine!

The multiverse is a funny place, yes? My mortal enemy gave birth to the love of my life. She didn’t deserve her though. I know how embarrassed she’d always act when Eclipsa approached the war with peaceful intentions. And then selling her like a horse to he-who-shall-not-be-named? She was despicable to everyone, even to her own family….”

——

“And that was my list of Mewni Queens, from best to worst! I hope you all enjoyed it, and please feel free to give your input on my choices! See you next time!”

[harrylilies]

The Royal Series | Pt. I

The Royal Series Masterlist

I posted this series in 2018 but in late 2019, my blog got hacked and I lost all my work. This is me reposting the written chapters of The Royal Series after crying to my husband after I lost it along with all my writing on here. Enjoy. x

It had been long since you had let your hair down for a night.

You longed for a lowkey life, although you knew that the royal protocols you had been following since you were a child were far too embedded in you – yet, you knew how to have your fun.

You found fun in your trips to get milk and cheese yourself, in the strolls you went on in the early morning, when you attended a friend’s wedding, when your oldest brother wasn’t Prince William who was close in line, but a protective brother whom you teased for being old, when your ginger brother, Harry, patted you on the back and helped you with the plans that would make your grandma, the Queen, not necessarily pleased, when you danced with your best friend, and,

when you listened to music; which explained where you were that moment.

The arena was lit, some people who passed by you walking past you without a care, probably thinking that a princess in a Harry Styles concert in Los Angeles was too far-fetched, while others stood stunned.

In your defence, you looked unsuspicious in your black merch hoodie and black jeans, your best friend, Farrah – whom you met at university –, beside you in a casual attire as well, but the two bulky men walking behind you and close in black suits and wireless earbuds did little to conceal you.

Reaching your seats, you grinned at your best friend as you sat. From your peripheral, you saw your two private guards looking around, standing in the aisle beside Farrah’s seat.

“Hey,” you grabbed their attention, pointing with your thumb behind your back at the empty seats, “Would you please sit?”

“Your Highness w-”

"Please, it's a command. Sit here, enjoy the show." You told the two guards who intently looked at you before giving a reluctant nod.

In your balcony seat, your eyes then fell on the stage in anticipation.

"Your Highness," You heard someone beside you, making you look.

A brunet man, no older than 32, stood with a polite and kind smile.

You smiled. "Are you Jeffery?" He nodded, beginning to politely bow his head a tad. You offered your hand with a wide grin, "Thank you for giving me seats in such a short notice, I’m really sorry for any inconvenience."

"Oh no, it really is a pleasure, your Highness." Jeff tipped is head.

"Just Y/N." You smiled, glancing at the stage as the opening act were saying their goodbyes. "He's coming out now, isn't he?"

"Yeah, yeah, he is. Have you been a fan for long?" Jeff asked as you both stood alongside each other, looking at the stage.

"Quite long actually. Since One Direction," You giggled, shrugging, "Always wanted to attend one of their concerts but only now have I been able to do so. Harry has a lovely voice. I have the album on a lot." You laughed, letting Jeff in on your secret, “But hey, keep that between us.” You joked.

Jeff chuckled, "Who would've guessed that the Princess of the United Kingdom is a Harry Styles fan?"

“Trust me, you’d be surprised.” Farrah said, joining in as the three of you laughed.

“I’ll be right there with the rest of the crew,” Jeff pointed at a different place where people from the crew stood, almost all of them looking at you. At you looking at them, they all turned in embarrassment which made you chuckle to yourself before looking at Jeff who had a bashful smile, “Sorry about that. It’s exciting.”

“It’s exciting for me, too.” You assured him.

“Well, please call me or have anyone to do so if you need anything, your H-” you gave him a look, “Y/N.”

“Thank you, Jeffrey.”

“No problem, Y/N.”

The lights flickered off, your heart fluttering in excitement as you stood up, beginning to cheer with the fans.

The notes of Ever Since New York started playing before the lights were on, making you finally see the man you had flown out to see.

In a blue floral suit, Harry stood with his guitar before he began singing, Farrah recording you as you dramatically sang along.

With every song, you and Farrah let loose; dancing together and screaming the lyrics, vibing with Harry and his band. Hell, you caught one of your guards bob his head to Only Angel before his colleague swatted his arm.

It didn't take long for more people to notice the presence of the English Princess and her famous best friend, some phones and flashes being directed your way but experiencing the excitement and utter euphoria of it all, you chose to ignore the attention.

You were captivated to say the least by his performance, posting stories to your private Instagram account, isthataladybug, of a 102 follower.

You knew that he was a cheeky person who enjoyed a nice chat, so him walking around with his mic and talking to fans wasn’t of any surprise, yet, you didn’t predict him addressing you.

"I would just like to greet someone incredibly special here tonight," Harry said through the mic as he wandered on stage before looking your way, "Hi!" He grinned, waving at you. "All well?"

With a grin and flushed cheeks, you nodded and gave him thumbs up.

With a dimpled smile, Harry tipped his head and gave you a curtesy which sent everyone in a frenzy and you and Farrah to laugh.

Farrah nudged you, making you turn to look at her. "We're meeting him, right?"

You shrugged, "Jeff said we will. Said Harry would have his head if we didn’t.”

To say you were disappointed when Harry said his goodbyes after finishing the setlist would be an understatement, although the fact that you were meeting him seemed to brighten you up a tad.

Backstage was chaotic.

Everyone was running around, wanting to be on their best behaviours and look like it for when the Princess came in, every person telling the other that Jeff was on his way to get you and your best friend and that in just a few, they would be seeing the Princess of the United Kingdom in the flesh.

Harry was no better, pacing around the room, making sure he looked decent and collected. Running his fingers through his hair, he turned to look at his band, “How do I look?”

“Like you’re not going to pass out in any second.” Sarah said sarcastically.

"Fuck, I'm so nervous." Harry laughed, wiping his sweaty palms on his suit trousers.

"So am I. Who would've thought that I'm going to meet the Princess of the United Kingdom? Someone better film this." Clare said before letting out a breath as the band stood in the dressing room.

"I-" Adam was cut off by a knock on the door.

They looked at each other with wide eyes before Harry cleared his throat, standing straighter. "Come in!"

Jeff came inside first, his figure hiding yours before he walked further inside and you and Farrah were then seen. The grin on your face was contagious.

Lined, with Harry at the end, you began to shake hands with the band.

"You were absolutely amazing!" You said as you shook their hands, one by one before reaching Harry.

Neither of you knew that the other was about to pass out from the nerves and excitement as you both smiled at each other.

"Thank you for the show. You're as good live as the studio version, if not better." You said.

Blushing at the comment, Harry softly shook your hand. "It's my honour, your Highness."

"Y/N," you corrected him, your hand still in his. "Just Y/N."

"Y/N," Harry repeated with a charming smile. "An honour, Y/N."

Being this close to him, you noticed how emerald Harry's eyes were. Raspberry pink lips and blushing cheeks, he was a sight for sore eyes.

It was cliché, anyone from the outside would say so, but have a 23-year-old Princess meet a 23-year-old artist whom she had been listening to for years and try not to make it cliché; hell, cliché or not, it was a meeting for the stories.

Farrah clearing her throat was what brought you out of your trance, making you remove your hand from Harry's.

"Well, we were actually going out for a drink if you want to join? Is that okay for you?" Sarah asked, “Oh my God, I just asked the Princess to grab a drink with us, I’m so sorry, your Highness.”

“Hey, no, no,” you quickly shook your head, “It’s fine,” you glanced at the guards and your best friend who gave you a nod, "I’d love to join if you’re all okay with Farrah and I joining. We wouldn’t want to interrupt any band-bonding time."

"Of course!" Harry grinned. "We're more than okay."

Telling you the lowkey bar – that served “amazing fries and boneless chicken wings” as Adam said – they were driving to, you exchanged “see you later’s” before you separated ways.

Right as you sat in the car, Farrah turned to face you, “What was that?”

In confusion, you looked at her, “What was what?”

“You and Harry fucking Styles! What was that?” She laughed excitedly, “Please make it happen.”

“Make what happen? You’re a lunatic!”

“You just pulled a Nicholas Sparks back there; ogling at each other, holding hands like yes, Mr. Darcy, I’d let you wed me.” She said dramatically, putting the back of her hand against her forehead.

“First of all, never do this again,” you cringed jokingly, “Second of all, what’s wrong with you? I have a conversation with a lad and suddenly I should get married to him?”

“He’s not just any lad, don’t discredit him like that.”

“Why don’t you go out with him then, Miss Farrah?” You teased her.

“Because I’m Muslim and it won’t work out, you know with our fa-”

“I was kidding.”

“I wasn’t when I said you pulled a Nicholas Sparks.”

“I should’ve brought Emma instead of you.” You let out a sigh.

“Imagine if she could’ve joined though. It would’ve been Emma and I against you.” Farrah poked your arm.

“You’re unbelievable.”

Arriving at the bar, you and Farrah entered, finding that it wasn’t at all crowded but quite the opposite. Very few people were inside, all seeming to mind their business as they ate and drank, a jukebox playing music to add to the atmosphere of the place.

Among the people, your eyes fell on the band you were meeting, Harry instantly standing and waving at you with a grin.

They had left you seats, although you knew your guards were going to stand as your shadows.

Sitting on the opposite seat from Harry, you were seated beside Sarah, the “discreet” excited expression she gave to Mitch not going unnoticed but you only smiled to yourself instead of commenting.

“This was your second show, wasn’t it?” You asked, all of them nodding and replying with confirmation, “Any idea what this tour will have for you?”

“So many headaches,” Hélène replied in her French accent with a chuckle, “So, so many headaches.”

“Brighten up,” Clare nudged the photographer jokingly, “It’s only the second night.”

“I feel like this tour would be a milestone in all of our lives,” Adam replied, seeming to avoid eye contact with you before he looked at his bandmates, “Literally all of us.”

“A-Are you okay?” Farrah asked him, causing Adam’s posture to relax as he laughed.

“I just don’t know if I should look at you,” he said as he looked at you, “What if it’s disrespectful? Illegal?”

“Oh my God, no,” you laughed as you shook your head, “I’m sitting at a bar in Los Angeles with you, Adam, that’s not exactly a Trooping the Colour.”

“When we first heard you were attending,” Harry began, “We all just sort of,” his eyes widened before he laughed, “You know what?” He turned to look at Adam, “That’s a milestone right there.”

“You speak too highly of me,” you rolled your eyes jokingly, “What about all of you? That album, tonight, you should give yourself more credit.”

“Makes sense that people love you so much.” Mitch said with a small smile.

“Not everyone loves her, excuse you,” Farrah joked, raising her hand up.

“Ah, bullshit.” You rolled your eyes, “You love me the most.”

“No?”

“That’s denial.”

Conversations seemed to flow naturally among everyone at the table, laughter being heard as well as a few claps from how hard one of you would be laughing.

It wasn’t until you realised that you hadn’t drank anything that you stood up, “I’m going to grab something to drink. Does anyone want anything?”

A chorus of “thank you’s” was heard, you fully knowing that they probably hadn’t bothered to even ask you to get them anything because of your title.

“I’ll bring these fries and wings for all of us you told me about.” You pointed at Adam.

“I’ll join you.” Harry said, standing from his place and approaching you before the both of you walked towards the bar.

“Sorry if they make you uncomfortable.” You mumbled to Harry as you both sat on stools.

“Who?”

“Sid and Andrew, the guards,” you replied, “They’re the sweetest actually.” You smiled at the men who stood at a safe distance away from you but nearby, both of them tipping their heads at you before they began looking around.

“No, of course not,” Harry shook his head, “I thought you’d have more with you honestly.”

You waved off, “No, two are enough. Daddy wanted me to walk around with 6 but,” you laughed, “God, no.”

Harry smiled before his smile turned into a smirk, “Did you just say Daddy?”

“Ye-Gross, stop! That’s my father!” You groaned, stuffing your face in your hands as Harry laughed, “How old are you, Styles? 14?”

“And a half actually.”

“Ha, ha.” You tried to stifle your smile as you looked up at him, “It’s Mummy and Daddy for us, excuse you.”

“It’s cute.” Harry smiled timidly.

“It was until you commented.” You teased him, giving him a shrug.

“I apologise, your Highness. Please, don’t behead me.” Dramatically, Harry put a hand to his heart.

“I’ll think about it.” You put both hands on the counter gracefully, placing one above the other as you turned away from him before the both of you laughed.

Neither of you had noticed that you hadn’t ordered yet, only remembering when the bartender came over to take your order.

After ordering, you were both quiet, listening to the music that sounded in the place, you swaying slightly in your seat as you looked around.

"Are you not scared?"

You turned to look at Harry, “Excuse me?”

“Are you not scared?” He repeated.

"Of what?” You asked.

"Being seen in here. The rumours. I mean my rumours I can take care of but royal rumours?" Harry shrugged.

“Why? Are you scared?” The tiny smirk that was your lips were drawn into didn’t go unnoticed by Harry, feeling his lips lift into one of his own just at the sight of yours.

Harry took a moment to drink you up; the vibe you gave off was nothing he imagined. The dainty, soft princess he saw on the screen ever since he was young wasn't who sat in front of him.

In front of him was a confident woman, fearless and ready to seize whatever risk thrown at her. A woman who refused to have her identity shaped up and formed by her family and what the world was trying to limit her to, all for a title.

That's why with a thumping heart and an amused smile, Harry replied; "No, Princess. I'm not scared."

[darealsaltysam]

what your paladins main says about you

a comprehensive essay by a paladins player of right around 4 years

this is like really long so i’ll make it under the cut so my followers don’t have to scroll through this if they don’t wanna

(for context i’m a current maeve main, i used to main skye and sha lin and played tyra a long while ago)

.

Androxus

it’s not a phase, mum

“i don’t care we don’t have healer, i’m really good at him i swear”

you ult every time it loads in and you die before the final shot

your favorite mode is siege because you can fly up and shoot the whole point on ult

you’re usually really stand-offish and don’t communicate much and/or a 13 year old boy with anger issues

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Ash

you are level-headed but in a scary way

you will hold the point solo even if it costs you your streak

“get on the point” “guys get on the point” “attack the objective”

you’ll ult to save yourself 99% of the time

good leader

.

Atlas

you probably used to main lex or androxus before he came out

“he’s like a flank, but a tank, he’s great!”

you chase after solo kills instead of sticking to the point

healers hate you, flanks and damages fear you

your favorite mode is death match

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Barik

you’re a former/current tf2 player looking for something fresh

you don’t like working too hard so you spam turrets on the point and hope for the best

“healer stick to me i’m boutta ult”

actually really nice between rounds

but you don’t communicate much mid-game and kind of do your thing

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Bomb King

you’re a really old player. you have the beta makoa skin and you were there when lex was first released. veteran’s discount.

your favorite maps are the old ones and they barely show up any more

the team always underestimates you

“who plays bomb king in 2021 lol?”

you need a hug

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Buck

“wait, he’s a flank? i thought he was a tank??”

you’re also a veteran in the game

you’re a dying breed. i like never see you. do you even exist?

you’ve been here since like the first day of the game

buck gets so many skins and you want all of them but the best you have is a random recolor

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Cassie

sweetest person alive

“we can do it guys! let’s try to all rush the point this time!”

you are the bane of every flank

the opposing team hates you, your own team kind of doesn’t notice you’re there

*casually gets a pentakill*

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Corvus

you know those weirdly political kids who like ww2 and know the details of every tank to ever exist? yeah that’s you

but like that’s corvus. as a character.

but no one ever plays him.

like i never even see him do you exist???

you are a cryptid.

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Dredge

yo ho you’re a hoe

no seriously the other team views you and they FEAR you

“yeah i just got a penta kill” “YOU WHAT?” “eyes on the point mate don’t get distracted”

hella good at the game and hella casual about it

you like onslaught on the one sea map the most

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Drogoz

another veteran, are we?

you’re either useless or can wipe out a whole team in seconds. there is no in-between.

you always have a really cool skin.

dovahkiin, dovahkiin...

“i don’t care about the point i gotta get them trips”

.

Evie

you bought her because you thought she was cute, admit it

*turns into ice right before dying* *turns into ice right before dying* *turns into ice right be

your personality type is identical to her. no question about that.

always buys faster reload and better speed

strangely good communication with the team

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Fernando

gay gay homosexual gay

“he’s kinda hot if you look at him the right way”

fernando is the tank for gay people

you are gay people

i don’t have much more to say

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Furia

mum energy. not as much as inara mains, but still, mum energy.

will protect every member of the team with your life, even the flanks

you’ve been maining her since she was first added

i bet you didn’t even know she’s canonically seris’ sister

“we’ve literally failed to capture the point the last 3 times we might as well give up and go to another game”

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Grohk

“yeah i have a gremlincore tumblr blog, how could you tell?”

i honestly have no words

you’re kind of like a catboy but a racoon

do you even heal the team or do you just pretend

you were there when lex got announced and thought he was cringe, now everyone finally agrees with you

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Grover

he was your first purchased character and he’s stuck around ever since

he’s the only healer you can play well

“i am groot lmao”

you would never say a word to your team

would give your life for the tank but that’s about it

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Imani

daenerys targaryen on drugs

your favorite anime is my hero academia

your husbando is todoroki

you see where i am going with this

“team protect me i’m gonna ult” *dies 5 seconds into ult*

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Inara

BIG MUM ENERGY

your team is your family. you will protect them with your life.

can only hold your own with a good healer so you have good teamwork going for you

*cutely places wall in front of your ult*

useless in tdm so you stick to onslaught, siege and koth

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Io

are you a furry, furry, or a furry?

“victow! dont ult on my tweam pwease! uwu!”

you 100% find her attractive in some way shape or form

you are either a 30 year old redditor who enjoys loli content or a 16 year old teen who is playing a shooter for the first time

she’s kind of cute, i guess

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Jenos

i can never tell if i’m going to absolutely destroy you or if you’re gonna kick my ass

*cutely holds you up so the whole team can shoot you to death*

kamehameha

you’re a healer??? i guess???

your character has such deep lore and i bet you don’t even know half of it

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Khan

one day you were playing and your team desperately needed a tank. you picked the first one you saw. suddenly, you’re lian’s foot stool

despite 2 layers of heavy armor, you’d still let this man walk all over you

“this skin is really cool, wish it wasn’t behind a pay wall...”

YEET

you actually know the game’s lore, for some reason

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Kinessa

i never trust people who are good at a sniper. if you’re bad that’s natural and you’re 99% of the population. if you’re good you are definitely up to something

you’d sell your sister for 5 pennies if you could

you’re missing from the team all game and somehow have the most kills

“we have a kinessa???”

you are an urban legend to your team

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Koga

someone’s been watching naruto

you are so shit at the game. like i’m sorry. no one’s good at koga i’m so sorry

how do you have so many skins for one character???

you’re always missing from the point

healers hate you. so does the enemy kinessa.

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Lex

quit the game /nm

“who mains lex in 2021??? lmao???”

wall hacks, aimbot, and it’s all legal for you as an ability. you are a hacker in a world of puny vanillas. you like it easy so you go for the easy min max character. have fun getting hated

you think he’s hot and press on his loading abilities just so he can scold you and you can hear him being mad at you

*bonk* go to horny jail

.

Lian

"she could step on me”

you used to main some sort of healer but switched over when you got sick of everyone being needy

you can hold a point all on your own for a really really long time but the moment your team gets there you start flunking

you wish you had more skins for her

you don’t

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Maeve

so imagine this. it was like 2018 and you were just chilling playing the game. you kept getting killed by maeve. in every game. she was in every game you went to and she kept killing you over and over and over again. you got frustrated, snapped, and bought her to see if you could do the same to others. you are now the maeve in every game. the cycle repeats.

your whole team doubts you but then you casually get a quad kill and they just sort of look away

you die a total of two times each round and 99% of the time it’s because you go too fast and fall off the map

you repeat everything she says in her accent because you think it’s cute

“welcome to ze meant streets, kitten!” “can you shut the fuck up” “i hate to cut and run, he-he!”

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Makoa

you have the plushie skin or the beta skin, otherwise you don’t main and only play casually stop lying to yourself

“attack turtle go brrr”

you’re really good if you get paired with a good healer

otherwise you’re useless

you wish you could get better teammates because you could really thrive with an organized group. but on paladins you won’t get that, i’m sorry-

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Mal’Damba

i always forget this guy is even in the game

you’re definitely under 6 foot IRL

you have an older sibling you always fight with

you’d love to have a snake irl

you’re really chill outside of the game, but when playing you hella rage

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Moji

you are so precious

but also such a little shit

you annoy me but i also want to give you a hug

“let’s go guys!! to the point!! wheee!!”

please never change but also get out of my sight

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Octavia

you always main the new character until the new person drops

somehow always have enough credits to buy the new champion whenever they come out

you don’t like having a stable main cuz you get bored

you like hanging out at the training rage

hate siege and love team death match, you like your games quick

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Pip

you are the worst and best thing to ever happen to this game

you only pick him to heal yourself and hardly ever heal your team

no one notices you there until you ult

then you get focused

honestly you just seem like you wanna do your thing and i can respect that

.

Raum

you probably go to therapy or desperately need it

“BIG MAN BIG. HE IS BIG. BRRRR”

you always love the demons in media

you like being in charge of the team and wreck the point any time you are there, you like fighting on your own but having a healer nearby is nice too

you probably have daddy issues

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Ruckus

you think ruckus’ and bolt’s dynamic is cool and that’s one of the main reasons you started playing him

he’s the only tank you can play

you used to main either inara or ying at some point but chose violence instead

really short irl. you physically relate to ruckus and spiritually to bolt.

“funny goblin man :)”

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Seris

certified girlboss

you can hold an objective all on your own or heal your whole team no problem. either way you are SLAYING

“alright. who’s ass am i kicking today?”

mum energy is inferior to inara but still kind of there

i’m like 50% sure you have a foot fetish

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Sha Lin

*pointing and chanting* incel, incel, ince-

whether that’s about you or the character you can decide

you like minecraft bedwars on the side

“if i don’t get this headshot i am literally going to spontaneously combust”

really useful when there’s no other long distance people - otherwise a nuisance

.

Skye

AWOOGA *jaw drops to ground, eyes roll out of head* BOOBA BOOBA BOOBA

you bought her for the tiddies, didn’t you?

she’s actually really satisfying to play once you get the hang of her, but can be real tough on rough days

you need a break i think - maybe play some other game for a bit?

*casually gets team kill with ult*

.

Strix

you own at least one pretty knife

you played him when he was unlocked on rotation, fell in love, and spent a whole evening collecting credits to buy him fully

“haha bird man”

i’ve said what i said about snipers. if you’re actually good at him you are hiding a body somewhere. i fear you.

why does everyone ship him with viktor????

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Talus

little furry child

he reminds me of tommyinnit because he is small and annoying

if you play him you are tall and intimidating 

i’m friends with a tall scary talus main

i can’t say bad things please spare me

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Terminus

you always ult at the worst time and just get killed again 5 seconds after

“hey losers watch this” *goes on the point, dies, revives, kills one person and dies again*

you’re only a good tank if you cooperate

you don’t

on your own you’re a pretty good player

.

Tiberius

*sigh*

you think the cat is hot, don’t you?

“his accent is kinda cute tho hehe”

you saw that one ending scene in zootopia with the dancing tigers and it CHANGED you

you are probably a furry. if not your awakening is coming. be ready.

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Torvald

you’ve been playing this game for too long

you’ve seen skins rise and fall. you’ve seen nerfs and buffs. you’ve seen reworks and remakes. you are ancient. older than the dragons and wiser than makoa. respect.

people see you on the opposing team and get really annoyed

“the point is really crowded, we can’t move in” “don’t worry guys, my ult is charged up”

you’re really good at all the characters but you like this guy a lot because you think he’s funky fresh

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Tyra

you’re either new to the game or have been playing for too long

either way you can KICK ASS but you need to keep behind your team to do the most damage

flanks are the bane of you, especially the fast jumpy ones

you really want one of the cooler skins but you can only ever get the basic ones. such is the curse of maining one of the OG characters.

“bite me”

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Viktor

you are level 100+ guaranteed, and everyone fears you

“oh shit they got a victor. flank focus him”

you probably play COD and CS:GO normally and wanted to go with something familiar and easy. your skill from the other more advanced games DWARFS everyone else

but why are you playing “guy with gun 132″ in a game with magical elves and fairies. like come on bro.

you don’t have any in-game friends because paladins is your guilty pleasure game you would never admit to

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Vivian

“step on me” syndrome cranked up to 100%

this woman could spit on you and you’d still respect her more than your own mother. good for you

“i’m not a simp. i’m just tier 3 subbed to pokimane ironically”

you sweat the game hardcore. former victor main or he’s your secondary.

you’ve got her on level 50+ at least

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Vora

like the maeve mains but somehow worse

bought her out of spite or played her while she was on rotation, now here you are grinding credits for her a day after she became unavailable

honestly you’re really good at the game i have nothing else to say

you enjoy the newer characters more than the OGs - you’re either a former vivian or lian main

you miss the play of the game feature in the game because you’d get all of them with this girl

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Willo

you seem like the moji mains at first but show your true colors soon after

“fuck you” x50

you are a trash talker on max overdrive. you need to sit down, do some breathing exercises and have a drink.

you hate your own team more than the opposing guys

when you see a willow on the opposing team you make it your sole goal to eliminate her as many times as humanely possible

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Yagorath

i bet you didn’t know she was canonically female until you read this

you don’t like sweating too much so you pick the tank that leaves you heavily relying on your healers and damages

you can hold a point really well so you like siege and onslaught

“are vora and yagorath connected in the lore somehow and do i really care?”

you have a friend who you always party up with to be your healer, otherwise you might switch to another character

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Ying

“tanks love me, flanks hate me”

you are too powerful. literally. how are you so strong

you’ve mastered the most difficult healer in the game. the others are really easy for you to play but you have trouble with seris

motivate your team a lot but start shading and trash talking if they don’t cooperate

you’ll gladly play someone else for a long while and like taking breaks from her

.

Zhin

this is your first main after switching over from overwatch. we can smell it on you.

you’re really annoyed with his personality and voice lines but the character is too good to play for you to pass him up for that. you respond to his voice lines aloud very aggressively to let him know he’s an ass

“YES ZHIN HEALERS AREN’T USELESS YOU SELFISH PRICK”

you try your best but you’re not a great team player

infinite trips on a good day, die repeatedly without kills on a bad one and you switch over to vora or skye for a bit.

.

this took me hours to write out pls leave reblog and note thanks uwu

[merinelsa]

I hated Adam and Kadam. I don’t know why! Maybe I just didn’t like the idea of Kurt replacing Blaine and vice versa (though I joke about Blam). I just wanted more happy Klaine. I think also people thinking he was wonderful because of his English accent was like, what seriously??

ha Kadam , the relationship everyone seems to either hate or love , always the extremes , even though they barely had any screentime or development enough to bring out such extreme emotions

If you ask me whether i ship kadam , the answer is no since canon gave us barely any content to base off my feelings for them . But if you ask me whether i wanted a better built midgame for kurt even if it was through adam , then yes , i'll always want kurt to experience all aspects of life and about being in relationships before coming to his own decisions which will ultimately help him in his relationship with blaine.

But , i don't hate adam ? like he was barely there and his only job was to be supportive of kurt and hype him up and compliment him when kurt was putting himself down . there were no complex emotions involved and ended before anything could become of it . Kurt surely appreciated adam but was still using him as a rebound from blaine and couldn’t really give his full attention to adam just like the writers 

But again , i used to dislike them  and find them useless but now i’ve come to a place where i appreciate every relationships the characters have than take the fandom mindset of ‘ why did these characters meet / why are they in a relationship ‘ when every encounters the characters have , even the small ones , will only help them build the person they become by the end of the show . it really helps you be a positive person in the fandom

now , i’m not trying to put words in your mouth , but as far as i’ve seen , most people hate kadam because the shippers try to compare the supportive yet shallow nature of adam with the more complex , a person with his own individual feelings and faults , nature of blaine . they try to compare the barely present and one sided relationship of kadam with the complex relationship of klaine . And i truly understand that side of emotions from you since that is kind of my same feelings with blam . not to dredge up old feelings , but when i first started in the fandom , you could only find either brittana or blam shippers , atleast it was like that for me who was coming into the fandom only because of klaine and to fangirl about them . and the same thing of comparing the blam friendship to klaine relationship and in turn comparing kurt to sam was present , not taking into account that blam was only a friendship in the show and klaine was a relationship that was trying to live their life as adults and had adult responsibilities unlike blam who could still be there highschool selves .so this really put a bitter taste in my mouth for them which i’m trying to get over since getting into the klaine part of fandom .

so, what i’m getting at is that , most of our dislike towards characters/ships come maybe 40 % from the show itself and the rest from our experiences in the fandom . not saying your dislike for adam/kadam is invalid but i can guess it got hightened as you came into the fandom and the negative part of the shipping world .

And , adam was the only semi serious midgame kurt ever had so i’m trying to just reblog something about them because i do like kurt apart from klaine and like other aspects of his life and want to acknowledge the all rounded character of kurt , including his other relationships and since i’ve come to not hate kadam , i thought having them in my blog was not a bad thing.  

i hate adam’s accent , i’m sorry . whenever i hear what’s shakin’ bacon , i want to rip my ear out and cringe so hard . i’m sorry to people from that area , this is in no way me trying to attack your accent , but adam just makes it worse. 

so yeah , in conclusion i don’t hate adam/ kadam but do not ship them either and wish for a better built storyline for them but glee writers are just not good at giving good midgames . and i truly understand your dislike towards them . 

[nekasu]

SnapCube’s Until Dawn Real-Time Fandub Sentence Starters (Part 1)

"I didn't bring my phone. It was in my other pants!" "This is a really long high five." "...I won't tell anyone about this." "Ya see, that's a joke thinger." "Can you see me? Don't answer that." "Who talks to screens? Maybe you can." "We're here in a strange time at a strange place." "Hopefully you enjoyed whatever the hell THIS video was." "When those girls died? That was funny." "My phone still has battery? Holy shit, I gotta keep that warm." "I'm trying to get like 100% on Animal Crossing." "Check it out, I have this gun. It's really really cool." "Are you McCree from Overwatch, hit video game?" "Make sure you don't shoot any guys with that." "Never mind, I do have the key. I just found it in my pocket." "We're all just really good beans at the end of the day." "Why did you hit me? That hurt so much!" "Sorry, I've been in jail a while." "My arm really hurts. Do you have any first aid?" "I just got off the big train in the sky." "This is my Smash invitation and frankly, I deserve it." "It was gonna be a surprise for your birthday, motherfucker!" "Jesus, everyone is so rude. What is this, Rude Mountain?" "This mountain fucking sucks." "I'm here to be rude to people." "I think this is sus. He's definitely the impostor." "As a gamer, I know all about Among Us." "Is this...Tamriel?" "Well, that's a cliff." "No, you got arms!" "I don't speak corn." "Grab my stinky hand!" "I will live on in the vibes!" "No, that's too fast! Oh, god!" "2x4? You're not even a 1x1." "You look so stupid right now." "Hehe, I'm under the bed now!" "It was for a prank video. Come on!" "It's fine, honestly. She has a blanket." "Women never listen to me when I talk..." "Everything's a big deal when you make it." "Oh my god she has pants! What the fuck?!" "No one told me I was wearing pants today!" "It's pretty cold because it's DEAD of winter!" "Hey, tree! Look at me, I'm looming right now!" "Not a blanket, but maybe I can keep you warm." "This fuckin' candle doesn't keep me warm at all.” "At least you're not calling it 'arm pants' this time." "Oh, wow! SHE'S looming! Oh, she can teach me!" "I don't want to play any of your Among Us games." "I have this weird feeling someone's looming around here." "Answer a question for me: how are you feeling today? YEAH!" "Well now, wise guy. Let's see who among us really is the funniest." "Helloooo there! I am Doctor Rabbit. The world's only rabbit rabbit." "Whoa, that guy was straight up looming! I wish I could loom like that.” "Was that that Anus Unnus guy?" "Hey, babe, you wanna go and record a blog with me?" "So are my pranks as good as Markiplier?" "Wait, when did they get the hugging perk?!" "See, that's what I think of your problems, is that they're just some sort of joke." "Got in real trouble with the locals, I did. They don't let me back there." "Maybe you're just trying to be woke or something." "Your insurance isn't covering these sessions, by the way." "We can send, like, aura to each other. You know like, uh, vibes." "I don't guess, I know. I never guess, I know everything. I do the math." "Two plus two equals you're my friend. Just kidding, it's four." "I just hurt all of my bones." "High five? No, you're too far away. My bad." "Did you solve my wolverine puzzle?" "Did you know doors hurt?" "Everyone has a raccoon!" "Why don't you keep it to yourself, tough guy?" "Save the fight until I have the camera ready, okay?" "That's not a view, that's a snow." "I think you're in the corridor of the monkey." "If you throw that me, I'm gonna fuckin' flip my goddamn lid." "You want some snow, bitch?!" "Lady? Girl? ...I should really learn her name." "Water's looking a little green, that's just the way I like it." "Did the ghosts take my friends again?" "I'm actually half ghost." "Is that a lightsaber? Like from Star Trek?" "I'm gonna level with you, I hate being in the same room as you." "BOOOOOOOOOOOK!" "You like the new office? I fuckin' don't." "You didn't read through the contract, did you kiddo?" "I can get fucked? Finally!" "Even the ghost agrees." "I should have fucking known. This ghost is such a libro." "That's great and all, but I'm gonna look like a jackass!" "This is what happens when you pull mean pranks. God punishes an elk." "THAT was a HEALING spell?! Oh god!" "Door key? You're pretty dorky!" "I can imagine a lot of dipshits, in fact." "Get un-naked! Get un-naked! Get un-naked! Get un-naked!" "I'm casting a hex on you now. Have fun getting hexed, idiot." "See? The Kinect causes psychic powers." "I can't believe Blue's freakin' clue is on here." "Ugh...I freaking hate doors." "Blue save me..." "Telling them the vibes made you do it won't hold up in a court of law." "Oh, would you look at the time. It's time for me to rip you a new one again!" "I cannot wait, but I suppose I'll have to." "The hex worked great. Now let's see if I can go shoot what remains of her." "I love running through the forest like a fucking weirdo." "You look like an idiot on the ground there." "If I have anything to say about it, you won't make it back." "I wanna see you, whatever you are, you funny-looking fellow." "Why do I have so much trouble with doors?" "Hey, funny voice! Fuck off, please!" "It's a saw trap, you dumb piece of shit!"

"Seems mysterious, but I won't shoot him this time. Gotta weaken him with the hex." "You're gonna get fucked if you can't say goodbye to a ghost. Trust me on that one." "Hey, uh, do you wanna stop having trouble with doors, now'd be a phantasmical time!" "Unless you want to work with me here, well...we're gonna be stuck here until dawn." "Not like you've ever done anything on purpose in your entire life, you fucking hack." "What, not even a goddamn laugh? Oh, it's gonna be a rough fuckin' couple weeks." "I can't believe I made it up to Rude Mountain only to be discovered by rude people." "I've got all my gamerscore on my phone, so I'm hoping that nobody really touched it.” "That's pretty cringe of you, buddy. I'm gonna put you in my Cringe Tuesday compilation." "If I wanted to talk about beans, I'd hang around with the fuckin' Among Us crew down there." "You know what? I have two arms, so I guess I CAN carry both of them at the same time." "I just got my lips unstuck. Aw, geez. I've been trying to talk to you guys this whole time."  "I left some beans in my backpack. They might be a few years old, but they don't really expire." "I should've known that coming to Rude Mountain would have made you worse as a person." "I've just been playing a lot of Among Us recently and I've just been trying to really get good at lying. "Oh, so NOW you're a funny guy, huh? You think you got your own jokes?! Ya think this is stand up?!" "I have blankets in the back, but I'm gonna go to the front just to see if I can spice things up a little." "I'm here to help you, and whaddya do? You spit in my goddamn face! ...Metaphorically, of course.” "What do you take me for, some kind of clown?! Some kind of Boo Boo the Fool that ain't done this rodeo before?!" "Here at therapy we're here to answer the one big burning question everyone's got: what the FUCK is wrong with you?" "I noticed you don't have much of a sense of humor. That might explain all the shit you've gotten into recently, wouldn't it?" "Well with my ten step plan I'll be happy to go plumb the depths of your sad, scared little mind and see what makes you...tick, as it were."

[morning-might-arrive]

Here’s the continuation of my last post. Thank you so much to everyone who liked and reblogged! This is becoming a lot longer than I thought, so there will be another part soon. Feedback is appreciated!

A series of misunderstandings involving a limousine and Spectra’s blog lead Jackson to the realization that he has way more friends than he thought.

Wednesday

Jackson sighed as he silenced his blaring alarm clock. 7:00 am. As he walked to the bathroom to get ready, he was suddenly struck by a memory.

“It’s nothing personal, normie. You just look like such a freak.” Manny told him as he shoved him off of the lunch table. Jackson looked towards the other mansters, but they said nothing. So they all agreed. Even Clawd. 

He cringed. He’d had to eat lunch in a bathroom stall that day. He looked at his reflection, desperately wishing he could change it. He sighed and got dressed. He had to leave early since he now had no car and his parents weren't home. He plugged his headphones into his phone. Holt had gotten them into this situation, only fitting that he deal with it.

Holt Hyde cursed under his breath as he walked to school. Although the weather was warming, mornings in March were still frigid. He sighed in relief as he approached Monster High.

“Heya there, sweetpea,” Operetta drawled in greeting as Holt waltzed through the front doors of the school. 

“What’s good, Oppy?” Holt responded, his usual loud and energetic self even at the early hour.

“Just peachy keen like always, hun. Say, you seen the Ghostly Gossip lately?” She asked.

“Nah, we usually stay away from that garbage ever since that story about us and Frankie. Humiliated the poor ghoul and almost tanked our relationship. It really ain’t cool what they're doin’.” He replied nonchalantly. 

“Oh. Okay. Well sugar, you know you can tell me anythang you wanna, right?” She continued.

“Uh, yeah, sure. Thanks Oppy.” That was kinda weird for the rough and tumble ghoul to say, but honestly Holt was just glad their botched attempt at dating didn’t mess up their friendship. Oppy was a cool ghoul. 

“What’s the word, cool cats?” Came a new voice.

“Johnny!”

“Johnny.”

Johnny spirit sauntered casually down the main corridor of Monster High, and students jumped out of his way as if he had the plague. He put his arm around Operetta’s shoulder. “Hey, babe.”

Holt snorted. “I’ll never get why everyone lets you float around like you own the place.”

Johnny shrugged. “Guess they don’t have a choice. Besides, I never see you doing anything about it,” he replied with a bit of challenge in his tone. Holt rolled his eyes.

“You know you don’t scare us, Spirit. Anyway, it seems like Oppy’s got you on a leash without our help.”

Johnny bristled at that “Y’know Hyde, I’m gettin’ real sick of-”

“Why don’t we scamper on down to the catacombs and finish that new song we been workin on, sugarpie?” Operetta cut in. She really didn’t want to deal with a fistfight this early.

The couple walked away and Holt made toward the auditorium. He found the symphony on stage setting up and dashed up to join them, plugging his guitar into its amp. Jennifire was nearby greasing the corks on her clarinet. He huffed and sat down next to her.

“Another run in with the phantom pianist?” She asked, not even looking up.

“That guy is such a jerk!”

She chuckled and shook her head. “You boys are so easily provoked; I may never understand it. My brothers were just the same. He has done not to insight your anger.”

Holt really hated to admit it, but she was right. Johnny really didn't scare Holt, and he knew a little better than to try that tough guy act on Jackson. Plus, it was kinda funny seeing guys like Heath and Manny faint when he walked past them.

“Your emotions run like wildfire, I am very impressed you came to terms so easily with your end.” She continued.

Wait. What. “My what now?”

“Of course, it must be so hard for you to talk about. I am sorry.” A tear fell from her eye and promptly turned to smoke upon hitting her face.

“Jen, are you okay?” Holt asked, facing her.

She smiled. “Yes, I will be okay. So kind of you to think of me.”

“Okay, Okay, enough chit chat. Places people!” The director yelled as he approached the stage. Well. That was weird. Holt took his place in the stool beside the amp and looked up as the director began counting them off.

After an awkward hour of rehearsal, they were dismissed to second period. Holt emerged out into the crowd of students in the hall. Jennifire was nowhere to be found, so he made his way toward the art room. His Spotify playlist suddenly changed to a song by Pierce the Veil. He pulled out his phone to skip it and saw he had a message from Jackson. He scoffed. If D-low had told him what was wrong, would he be asking? JJ could be so oblivious. Maybe it was just a normie thing. 

He took his usual seat in front of his canvas and continued his painting for this week. 

“Psst, Holt.” he heard a whisper. He turned and met the shiny magenta eyes of retired popstar Catty Noir. “We’re turning up at Cleo’s place on Saturday, you in?”

“Yeah totally- oh, nevermind. We can’t make it, we kinda got a...thing that day.”

“Oh,” she said, looking kind of taken aback. “It’s that soon?” 

“What was that?”

“ I said I’ll see you soon!” she hastily corrected herself as she got up and turned in her painting, promptly leaving the art room. Man, everyone's acting off today. He touched up his work and quickly followed suit.

He basically had the rest of the period to himself, so he decided to riff on his guitar for a little bit. He couldn’t do it in the building anymore ever since that one time Headmistress Bloodgood caught him, so he moved to the front steps and set his bag beside him.

“Hey Holt!”

Holt turned towards the front of the school. “Frankie Fine-Stein! Where have you been hiding?” Her skin glowed a light mint green and her eyes sparked in the sun. Just as bootiful as ever. She sat on the step beside him.

“I was actually just in the library. I found this book about the original Jekyll and Hyde. It was way harsh; It said that Edward Hyde trampled a child in the streets of London, is that true?”

“Nuh-uh! Those stuffy normie’s didn’t like that grandpa’s were different so they dragged their reputation through the dirt!” Holt declared passionately. “Some of the people they charged him with killing didn’t even exist in the first place! Then they made Dr. Jekyll out to be a complete basket case and threw them both in jail! That is until they got bailed out by our great-great-grandma, Lucy.”

“Oh, man. I didn’t know any of that!” Frankie replied. She actually knew all about it, she had heard the exact same thing from Jackson before. They were both incredibly salty about the smear campaign launched against their great-great-grandparents that made their family flee to America in the first place, and you could hardly bring it up around them without a passionate rant. Frankie felt a little bad about bringing up something she knew was a sore subjet for them, but she had to make sure Spectra and the other ghouls didn’t get caught. It was for their own good, right?

Her phone buzzed in her lap and she glanced down. “Spectra got something, meet us back in the library.” Clawdeen. Frankie jumped up. “Sorry, Holt, I really gotta go.”

Holt watched her go in curiosity. He checked the time and quickly jumped up himself and dashed back inside the building. The only way to not be late now was to go through Section C, the so-called “vampires only” hallway. It really irked them when other monster’s used it, but he didn’t really care when it was either that or detention. As he made his way through he felt someone glaring at him, and met eyes with a large group of the former prep-school vampires. He braced himself, but instead of giving him grief like they usually did, they just let him pass. They were acting weird, but so was everyone else. Oh well, he didn’t really have time to think about it now.

Holt’s third period was Chemistry 2 with Mr. Hack. No thanks. Science was never his strong suit. Plus, there was seriously something off about this particular teacher. He just took a little too much pleasure in the cutting open of living things for Holt’s liking. He pulled out his phone.

“Keep an eye out. Today’s been weird, Bro.” He typed the message out and then disconnected his phone from his headphones. The world went dark.

Jackson blinked a few times. What was that ringing sound? “Oh, shOOT!” He bolted through the closest door- which just happened to be the right one- and took his seat as the bell finished ringing.

Mr. Hack passed out a hefty amount of worksheets to the class. “Okay class: no whispering, no talking, no looking around, no coughing or sneezing, no you can’t use the bathroom, and if I catch you on your cell phone the whole class gets detention. You have until the end of the class to complete the worksheets or it's a 0 for today.”

Everyone groaned. Good old Mr. Hack. Charming and likeable. Jackson tried to ignore the stares and whispers in his direction as he did his work. He knows he’s different, don’t they ever get tired of reminding him? Were they all paying more attention to him than usual, or was it just his imagination? He blazed through his work in about 20 minutes, it was just some simple thermodynamics equations. He looked up and noticed that Mr. Hack was asleep. Typical. Half the class were on their phones and the other half were talking amongst themselves. He pulled his phone out and saw Holt’s message.

Huh. Maybe it wasn’t just his imagination then, everyone was acting a little odd. Granted, every day at Monster High was pretty weird. Last week they had lost their school crest in a rollerblading contest and the school nearly toppled over, so maybe he could just ignore whatever this was.

The bell finally rang for lunch. He set his work on Mr. Hack’s desk as he jolted awake and practically ran from the room. He shot Clair a text

“Okay, transportation is set and decorations bought. Am I forgetting anything?”

“Measurements, goofy.” She responded almost instantly.

“Oh, right. I can get a tape measure from the woodshop teacher and get them during lunch.”

“Have you told the other monsters about Saturday?”

“No. I just don’t know how they’ll react, y’know?”

“Aren’t they always telling you about how you don’t belong? So why would they care?”

“Yeah you’re probably right. It’s just a difficult situation.”

“Yeah, I hear you. Let me know how it goes.”

Looking down at his phone, he didn’t notice Draculara until he bumped her as he passed.

“So sorry!” He exclaimed. 

“It’s alright.” She reassured him as she walked away. She made her way to the library where her friends were already gathered around in a circle. Spectra floated in the center.

“What’s this all about?” Draculara asked.

“While Frankie had Holt distracted, Spectra looked in his locker.”

“Well what did she find?” Cleo demanded.

“Just this. It appears to be a receipt for some kind of car rental.”

Clawd glanced at his phone. “Heath says Jackson is in the boys locker room right now taking measurements of himself and writing them down.” He told the group.

“Then what Spectra said is true.” Fraknie finally admitted. The room fell into extended silence.

“Well we can at least show Jackson he means something to us.” Draculara spoke up.

“Yeah,” Frankie agreed, “we can do something nice for him and Holt.”

“What are we going to do? Hijack the gym and throw a huge party during lunch?” Cleo asked sardonically.

“You’re on a roll Cleo! It’ll be closed tomorrow, but we can do it Friday!” Clawdeen agreed.

Cleo smiled. Very well then. Friday would be a day for the monster history books.

[rubix-writings]

Punisher Pt. 11

Eleventh part of Punisher. This is a Chicago PD/Fire imagine with an original character. I don’t own any of the plot points or characters from the show. Also, it doesn’t follow any particular season or sequence in the shows.

Series Summary: Josephine (Jo) never expected to find support and pure love when she left Los Angeles. She ran away to Chicago and was content with living an insignificant, hidden life. But everything changes when she walks into Molly’s to get a job.

Josephine (OC) x Jay Halstead

The italicized lines are internal thoughts of the character.

Warnings: cheesy lines 

“You’re thinking about it too much,” Sylvie sympathizes while laying on my bed next to me. She came over almost an hour ago to hang out before my date with Jay and we’ve spent the entire time looking at outfits. 

“He gave me nothing to work with, he said everything tonight is a surprise. What am I supposed to do with that? Is it a dress needed surprise or will I need sneakers?” Sylvie snickers at my panic. “Why are you laughing?” I flop on my bed next to her.

“You’re so smitten.”

“Smitten?” I mock her. 

“C’mon you have to know that you can show up in your pj’s and Jay would still look at you like you hold the world in your hands.”

“What?” I laugh and look at Sylvie’s serious expression. “Wait, really?”

“Now, let’s get you into an outfit, he’s gonna be here soon,” Sylvie ignores my question and gets up from the bed to look at the clothes in my closet. 

“How’d you feel?” Sylvie asks as I pull the mid-length camel, winter coat on. I open my mouth to respond, but a knock echoes through my apartment. My heels click against the wood floor as I make my way to the door. 

“Hi,” I smile as I open the door to reveal a bright-eyed Jay. He’s wearing a black button down and jeans. God, he really looks hot in everything.

“Hey, these are for you,” Jay hands over a colorful bouquet of flowers. I thank him and go to the kitchen to put them in a vase. “Hi Sylvie.”

“Hi Jay,” Sylvie says sweetly as she slips on her puffer coat. “You two have fun.”

The door clicks announcing Sylvie’s departure. Jay leans against the countertop next to me as I fill a vase with water. Out of the corner of my eye, Jay has a smirk on his face while he watches me. 

“What?” I ask. 

“Nothing,” he smiles and shakes his head. 

“Seriously, what?” I unwrap the flowers and start arranging them in the vase. 

“Seriously, nothing,” That damn smirk. 

“Do I have something on my face? A tag on my coat? What?” 

“No you look… you look perfect. I’m just really happy this is finally happening is all,” his cheeks flush a light shade of pink. I place the full vase on the counter and walk over to Jay. 

“Me too,” I wrap my arms around his neck and bring his lips to mine. “Thank you for the flowers.” 

“I’ll bring you flowers all the time if that’s the thanks I get,” Jay wraps his arms around my waist to bring me flush with his chest. Jay kisses my lips quickly before pulling away, “C’mon we should get going.”

“Where are we going?” I grab my purse and walk out of the apartment while Jay holds the door open. 

“The Iris, I go there all the time”

“Sounds great,” I say as I hold his hand. 

“Come here ‘all the time’ huh?” I joke as we stand in front of The Iris that has a giant, red ‘CLOSED’ sign across the front door. Jay stutters in shock, not knowing how to explain the situation. I laugh again, trying to show that I’m not remotely mad. 

“I’m sorry, we can go back to my truck and find another spot or pick up groceries to cook,” Jay offers. I look around the street to find an alternative to keep the night going, when a bright yellow food truck catches my eye. 

“How do you feel about street food?” I ask, pointing to the truck. Jay smiles and grabs my hand before pulling me across the street. 

Jay and I both order burritos before taking it to a nearby bench. Stuffed full burritos are not necessarily the best date food, but neither one of us cared, it’s late and we’re both starving. 

“How’s yours?” I ask with a mouth full of food. 

“Probably will regret eating street meat tomorrow, but it’s so good,” Jay responds, also with a mouthful. He tilts his burrito towards me, offering a bite. 

“Yours is good,” I say after taking a bite, I offer him mine. 

“Yeah, mine’s better,” Jay says after taking a bite of my burrito. 

“It’s definitely not.”

“Well, I guess I just need another bite,” I laugh as Jay takes a massive bite. 

“How’s it now?” I ask, he holds a thumbs up. Once the burritos are finally finished, Jay and I stay seated on the bench. His arm is wrapped around my shoulders, and I hold the other in my hands, drawing the lines on his palm. A part of me thought that the conversation wouldn’t flow as smoothly because of the pressure of actually being on a date. Luckily, I was wrong, we joke and talk about everything like we normally would. 

“I lied before,” I furrow my brow at his confession, trying to think of what he lied about. Hours have passed since he picked me up from my place. “When I said that I went to The Iris ‘all the time.’ Kim and Hayley helped me come up with a list of restaurants to impress you and they mentioned that we could walk in without a reservation since it was late notice, I didn’t think to check if it was still open.”

“Jay, you don’t have to try to impress me. We could’ve gone to a complete dive bar or whatever and I’d still be excited.” 

“Hearing that definitely makes me feel better, but I want to impress you because you deserve it. You deserve so much more than I can give,” Jay refuses to look me in the eye and I can’t hold back a laugh. “Oh is my pain funny for you?” He mocks.

“No, no, not at all! I’m sorry. It’s just, I was freaking out about today not because I didn’t think it would be fun, but because I thought the same thing about you,” Jay’s eyes snap up to mine. I take the opportunity to lean in and kiss his lips. I take my hands away from his hand and move them to sit on either side of his face. His soft lips move against mine, his free hand grips my upper thigh. I try my hardest not to feel the burn under his fingers on my thigh and focus on showing Jay how much I care for him through the kiss. We pull away and our foreheads rest against each other. Jay’s hot breath fans against my face. 

“Do you want to get out of here?” He asks, almost sheepishly.  

“I don’t know what kind of girl you think I am, but I don’t sleep with guys on the first date,” I try to break the tension, but internally cringe at the attempt. 

“Well good thing it’s not our first date, right?” Jay’s blue eyes bore into mine. The flecks of brown and gold are prominent when you look at them this close. 

“I guess it is,” I say back in full confidence. Jay kisses me on the lips one more time before grabbing my hand and walking back to the truck.

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[shimmershae]

Just a few random thoughts and observations about Daryl’s Origins episode.

Basically my stream of consciousness bullshit brought over from Twitter, lol.  I almost didn’t watch the episode after seeing all the drama over there, but ultimately I decided to because frankly?  I don’t trust certain fans’ perceptions of events.  For reasons.  It’s best, I feel, to always watch with your own eyes and form your own independent opinions because this fandom is teeming with people that delight in tormenting other fans by being very selective and oftentimes downright misrepresentative about what they pass along.  

More under the cut because this is random and all over the place and basically excerpts of my live blogging while watching the special.  Did I mention it’s random?  

You know.  It sure would be nice not going into one of these things so apprehensive.  Maybe one day, hmm?  

First things first.  From the very beginning of this Origins episode, I’m reminded of two things:  1).  Our introduction to Daryl, his colorful Dixonese, and his particular brand of humor certainly stands out as one of show's more memorable introductions.  2).  TWD certainly regressed on the deer front. I mean.  Daryl's deer>Richonne's deer.

I’m never going to get over "On Golden Pond."  Never ever and look.  I actually liked Dale but Daryl spitting those words at him still makes me laugh until I'm weak.

Daryl's still searching all these years later.  Or is he?  Really?  Seems to me the man's found exactly what he's been looking for and he's been chasing it since he came back from those woods:  a future with his soulmate.  The one that happens to be his best friend.  OFC, I’m talking about Carol. Who else?  

How pretty and soft are baby Daryl and Carol?  Too pretty and soft for this tired heart to withstand.  Like I love all versions of them, but baby Daryl and Carol just hit different.  

My immediate thought re: the Beth comment-- Misreads the situation?  WTF?  Whoever wrote this script just had to re-inject some eww into the narrative didn't they?  All those damn dirty spoons.  Ever think about how much it probably reeks in that office space?

Moving along, though.  Here’s some real facts.  Carol is so intrinsically woven into the fabric of Daryl's story, the only way she can be removed is if they are literally both destroyed and cease to exist.  Something happens to Carol?  The man is going to be a reanimated body without a heartbeat.  Basically a Walker.

 An aside, I know they're not making me rewatch a scene I haven't watched since the first time it aired.  The way Negan's head bashing tendencies had me seeing red and wanting that barbed wire bat shoved up his ass every time I saw his face.  My JDM love really took a serious hit for awhile.  I'm never going to forgive the character that hateful act.  I just can't.

Somehow I wasn't expecting this to be a teleprompter-fest.  Like who wrote this script?  Hmm.   Sorry.  Don't mind me.  Lost in my thoughts per usual. You know.  It still strikes me as hella insensitive that Rick had Daryl leading the Sanctuary community knowing what he suffered there.  There's no way Daryl would have returned that kind of favor.  

Yep.  Leah still feels tacked on last minute.  A means to an end.  Sigh.   They completely glossed her over here.  Too bad they had that lapse in judgment with some other toxic waste.  I cannot believe they touched that with a ten foot pole.  It's just cringe-worthy and wrong.

"Daryl can't say no to Carol."  They say those words and I’m like “Join the club, my dude.  Join the club, lol.”  

You know.  All the Carol-related moments in this Daryl Dixon recap speak for themselves.  She's his person, dammit.

Okay though.  That reunion in the tall grass with the sun shining on them all golden and picturesque, after Alpha’s taken Daryl to show him her horde?  That's some romance novel shit right there.  "Look at me.  Just look at me."   I'm never going to recover from that moment or the discovery of Sophia.  They break my heart so.  

This recap is literally 2/3's Carol and the other 1/3 Rick and everybody else.  I mean.  It's so obvious.  Utterly and completely misrepresented by some agenda-driven folks.  

"We have a future."   Oh.  Just some pretty, meaningless words you say everyday to all your friends, lol.   Just friends my whole entire ass.  

"I'm never gonna hate you."  Okay, AMC.  Back up all the talk with some action that even the most willfully blind cannot deny, m'kay?  Because they're not going to buy it until you're explicit about it.  Just saying.

The amount of times "Carol" has left this man's mouth during this recap, lol, and some people keep wanting to ignore it. 

Aww.  Guess who they showed when Daryl mentioned family?  How sweet.  And when they mentioned purpose in connection with C0nnie, it was not any indication of romance, IMHO.  

Let me explain.  

By the time C0nnie is lost,  Daryl’s floundering because he feels he hasn’t been able to help Carol despite giving it all and pushing back his previously established comfort zone(s).  Enter these pair of sisters.  And they put him in mind of the good parts of him and Merle.  Probably they make him remember  the Greene girls when things were good and hopeful before they went sideways.  In some small way, he’s probably reminded of other family units like Rick and Carl and Lori and Carol and Sophia and later Henry.  And all of those people have something in common.  Well, besides being people Daryl has known and cared for.  They’ve seen their family units fractured and/or destroyed by tragedies wrought by the world they live in.   They made a point and emphasized that Daryl’s a searcher and also that family matters to him.  In some way or form he’s been doing his best to help repair or reunite all these different family members since the beginning and ultimately he’s failed to succeed each time.  So yeah.  He’s been given a purpose in a time of uncertainty again with her because this time he’s determined to get it right.  This time he wants to bring the two sisters back together the way he couldn’t do for the Greene girls.  Like I did not, do not read anything romantic at all into that comment. Just my take on things.  Obviously, everyone else’s mileage may vary.  I’ll step off my soapbox now.  Hopefully, maybe these words might comfort.  

So relax, lovelies.  It wasn't as bad as I feared.  Sure, they could have left that one icky comment out but they didn't and honestly?  I don't think it's a positive for that particular 'relationship' because it's something that's brought up to show just how messed up Daryl was.  Because grown men that have their heads on straight don't usually have those type of misreads.  They know they are inappropriate.  Like I'm not putting Daryl into the pedo category because I don't feel like he belongs there.  But I can see how him being so emotionally stunted and naive so far as interpersonal relationships and the nuances of friendship and non-toxic family could lend itself to him maybe reading more into those moments than were really there and not really knowing how to deal.  

Whoever wrote that teleprompter script though?  That particular asshole is probably grinning like a donkey with a mouth full of briars at all the unnecessary drama they stirred up yet again. Like newsflash, goober.  There are better ways to foster interest in your show.

They should hire a team of fans to do the promotion.  Fans that represent all factions of this fractured fandom so the promotion is well-rounded and not so heavily slanted toward any one of them but the diverse fandom as a whole.

Stop fanning the stupid ship wars and just celebrate the damn characters and the overall story.   Nothing new or groundbreaking to see on this first Origins story but hey.  Who doesn't mind a decent recap now and then?  That said, don't sweat not having AMC+ or feel like you missed all that much because you didn't.

I do have to say.  Them pretending B3th was the first girl to be nice to Daryl really had me going WTF.  

I mean, there’s this little exchange from Carol, the first woman to be nice to Daryl, probably the first person from the group--

"You're every bit as good as them.  Every bit."   

  AMC?  TWD?  Do you even watch your own show?  

There you have it.  My bullshit stream of consciousness, originally posted over on Twitter as I liveblogged the show.  Hope you got something helpful or of entertainment value from this.  

Goodnight, lovelies.  

Until next time.