#IDK THE EXACT REFERENCE LMFAO

[shakertwelve]

Hey hii hello hiiii what do u think was Marquis trigger backstory? Since ur the professional on him and we don’t know shit about him(besides his apparent vampirism lmfao)

Interested in your marquis backstory thoughts because his power implies a lot but I can’t quite put it together - there’s SOMETHING that he feels the bones breaking each time and doesn’t show it but idk what. Forced to play into a role even as it causes agony? Macabre leaning? What’s goin on there

SO the first big thing about marquis's background is that i really don't think he grew up with any wealth or comfort at all—his cape persona is a performance that he's putting on to get as far as possible from his much more humble origins, imo. heathcliff stuff. obvious tension of identity there that fits with a changer power and also makes sense with his pain tolerance, which suggests he's had a lot of experience bearing through pain without any help, and the way he talks; he often sounds like he's picking his words deliberately and even trying to give off an air of sophistication, but he never actually uses any words that are especially fancy or obscure. ward messes with this a bit by making him act like an actual cartoon vampire sometimes, but i think i'm still pretty close to the mark.

at one point he mentions that his father was a doctor, but i don't think the man he's referring to there is his biological father—his wish for the brigade not to put amelia into the foster system makes me think he himself spent some time in the system and didn't enjoy it (pretty plausible, especially considering this would've been in the 70s and 80s) before he eventually ended up with the man he thinks of as his father, which is why he's hopeful that amelia will be alright if she's with a good family from the start.

if anything i think he probably grew up more like rachel than anyone else in the cast, but while rachel dealt with being treated badly by human society by forming connections with her dogs instead, marquis never totally gave up on the idea that he could prove himself to be worthy. his dedication to being a "noble" villain, to me, seems like it comes from an almost childish sense of fairness; he has to believe that if he makes himself respectable, people will recognize it and respect him, if he holds himself to a higher standard he won't just be treated as another criminal, if he chooses his words carefully enough he won't be misinterpreted, and if he trusts his daughter to the dallons they'll rise to the occasion and take care of her. it's something he notes makes it difficult for him to understand amy once they're reunited, because she lacks that same internal drive; she's already seen that no matter what she did, she was never really treated like she belonged in the dallon family, so she can't make herself care enough to try anymore. my guess is that it's different for marquis because he had a father figure he actually looked up to, who (in marquis's memories) was a self-made man who was respected on his own terms, and if his father did it right, he can, too.

in a literal sense, his power is the ability to contort himself into any shape that could possibly be wanted from him, but he has to keep breaking himself over and over again to do it—and he does! his shard doesn't even need to throw in anything to protect him from the pain, because he's already willing to do anything just to become someone who can be accepted like he wants. trying to describe the exact moment of his trigger would take more speculation (i could sketch out a timeline but i'd really just be making up the details), but i think those are the underlying issues that are already cooking in his head when it happens.

[bellewintersroe]

Ronald Speirs x reader

Part 3! This should be better than the last part and less of a filler chapter?! I hope anyway.

Anyway, surprise surprise, sorry not sorry, this is smutty asf. Idk what’s wrong with me atm but whatever, I just need to write this whilst I can!!

Tw - 18+, sexual references, sex unprotected AGAIN lmfao, whatever, dirty talk, let’s just see what I end up writing.

Jenny keeps dreaming about Ron, now there’s no distractions with war, she finds the tension between the two of them too much and some how they end up in an office together… talks about fraternising ensue between the pair.

“You’re so good… so fucking good at that.” Ron whined, bucking his hips further up into my own. I was riding him, my hand pressed to his chest as his head dropped back, overwhelmed by the pleasure he was experiencing. He was beautiful, so overwhelmingly perfect, and he just oozed sex appeal.

“Keep riding me like that.” A soft spank was left on my ass cheek, my hips quickening their assault and my knees ached for release. “That’s it… cum for me Jenny, cum all over me.”

“Oh, fuck, I’m gonna c-“ gasping, my eyes burst open, scanning around the room wildly. My heart was thumping against my ribcage and my momentary confusion was soon dissolved when I remembered where I was and what had just happened.

A stupid dream, another one. About Ron as well, god, these stupid wet dreams had to stop, what was I, a 14 year old boy?? Glancing around my own room, I was grateful I had my own space, able to not disturb any of the other girls from their slumbers.

As I slumped back down into the bed sheets, I couldn’t help but feel the aching of my core between my legs, sighing, I crossed my legs and attempted to ignore the sensation. I was becoming obsessed with the idea of being around Speirs, I hated it, another few days had passed and I just couldn’t clear my mind of all the nasty thoughts I had about my commanding officer. We could be dishonourably discharged, punished, locked up- even though the war was drawing to an end, the methods of punishment were still severe. My hand didn’t slip anywhere near my underwear this time, I just couldn’t give in to the thought of ruining mine and somebody else’s life. It was easier for me to think that when I wasn’t around him, when he was there, I felt compelled towards him. Fuck.

The following day, I’d spent my day off in the confinements of my bedroom. I’d had a relaxed morning, desperate to avoid the exact same guy I was also desperate to see again. The only time I’d ventured out was to go on a gentle stroll around the lake to meet Betty who would be waiting for me somewhere around the waters edge. It was tranquil, peaceful, I enjoyed myself. That was until I’d bumped into a group of men from a company I didn’t realise. They’d been drinking, and for the most part the majority just smiled and walked past me, but two guys towards the back of the group began nudging one another, sneering towards me. I knew better than to react, so I continued walking past them, praying nothing else would be said until they decided to steer directions and walk up at either side of me. “Hey, pretty, what’s such a nice dame like you doin’ walking all alone?” “I’m meeting somebody.” I politely responded, forcing a smile as I continued my quick pace to my destination. “Oh yeah, who? Your boyfriend?” The other one responded as I simply forced an awkward laugh. “Shut up, Frank, she’s obviously not taken if she��s walkin’ around here alone.” “Uh- I actually am.” I lied, crossing my arms over my chest defensively as I waited for my answer to get rid of them. “Oh, really? What’s his name?” “Where is he?” I winced at their questions, ignoring them again and continuing to walk forwards. I was growing increasingly uncomfortable with the interaction, especially with both of them being on either side of me. “You don’t speak very much do you?” The one I assumed was called ‘Frank’ questioned, almost stepping in front of me so I had to step around him. That’s where things got weird. Just as I stepped around this ‘Frank’, the other guy stepped straight up behind me, seeming to find it appropriate to place a hand on my lower hip. “Get off me!” I snapped, brushing his hand off and yelping in surprise as I turned around to face the two of them. “Hey!” A third voice erupted, bellowing from across the dusty track. As I turned over, I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. The moment couldn’t have been any more awkward than if it tried, but of course Speirs had witnessed the whole thing. “Oh great, who is that? Your boyfriend?” The first man leered as I watched Ron practically push straight past the second guy, snatching the other man’s arm. “Touch her again and I’ll break your fuckin’ arm. Both of you what’s your name and company? You’ve got nothing better to do than harass women, huh?” Woah. Even I was intimidated by Ron’s act of dominance. The men learnt the hard way not to mess with me again- or Captain Ronald Speirs. I’d never seen him in such a bad, bad mood and I didn’t know where to look when he and the two men’s commanding officer were practically telling them off like school children. As if the exchange couldn’t get anymore awkward, the men were fully escorted away to be dealt with, both their heads hung sheepishly low. Their commanding officer apologised to me once again before following the disgraced pair with a harsh stomp in his step. “You ok?” I was squinting watching the pair being practically arrested, my face only relaxing when I looked back over to Speirs. He was calm now, he wasn’t all pissed off and protective, even though I found that charming that he’d stand up for me, the way he was so soft now made me feel something deep within my chest. Something other than lust, oh no-

“I’m ok… thank you sir, I should go and find my friend.” “Where are you walking to? I’ll walk with you.” He swallowed as I averted my gaze from his. “To wherever my friend is, sir, Betty’s waiting for me somewhere.” “You don’t have to call me that, you know.” He muttered, beginning to walk besides me as I looked back up to him curiously. “Call you what?” I slowly asked, looking over his jawline that had a slight layer of stubble growing on. The afternoon sun was creating an orange glow across his profile, and I began to find myself admiring him in the most stupidest of moments.

“Just call me Ron.” He gently told me, kicking the dusty dirt below him. His words made me smile, the softness of them surprised me, before I then, of course, panicked that we were suddenly having a one on one conversation. “Okay… S- Ron.” I let out a soft breath of laughter at how normal it felt coming from my mouth. I’d only really called him that once before, and that’s when we slept together in the Eagles Nest. “I’ll have to get used to that.” I admitted. “I think I see your friend.” Ron then responded as I glimpsed up to see Betty waving me over. “Oh, yeah. Thank you for standing up for me earlier, I appreciate it.” Ron’s lips twitched half up as his eyes remained fixated on my own. “You let me know if anybody bothers you again.” Nodding, there was something a lot more innocent about the exchange compared to all the others we had. It felt pure, and it filled me with a sense of warmth. “Thank you, sir.” I quickly spoke, walking backwards, get still facing him. “Ron!” I corrected, before scurrying off to where my friend was.

* ”Then fourteen hundred you can report back to me that it all went smoothly in there.” Winters explained to me as we walked side by side towards battalion headquarters. Winters was busying everybody up, giving them ways to escape the war, whilst half of us nurses had been treat unfairly, he’d managed to get me out of a night shift by going down to a children’s hospital for the morning and visiting there. “Perfect, thank you so much, sir, I appreciate it.” I turned up to the red headed man with a smile on my face. “Good, you’ll be good help in there. It seems slightly more… alive than the night shift does.” “You’ve got a good point there.” I chuckled, entering the building to where a few of the other nurses were gathered around with our superiors. The majority of us had been fixed up with a good reasoning to get us off this unfair treatment, Winters wouldn’t have us being used unfairly.

The only space there was, was besides Captain Speirs at the back, as I walked over I smiled gently, swallowing the lump in my throat at the sight of him. I figured it would be substantially less awkward considering our interaction earlier, I hoped so anyway. Throughout the whole meeting I was only half listening, Ron’s arm would brush up against mine every now and then, and out of the corner of my eye I could see he was so close. If I stepped just the slightest bit closer, we’d be touching, to an outsider it looked normal, but to us it felt like there was something else completely different happening. Maybe that’s what he wanted, to play some kind of game, like cat and mouse. It was dangerous, so risky in a room full of all these people, but I liked the thrill of it. It felt like my breathing was uneasy, I swear he could tell, with one small glance to the side he’d be able to watch over my every movement.

Fidgeting, I moved my hand behind me, to rest on the table, but my fingers had brushed over his warm ones, and if I wasn’t crazy I swear I felt the nudge of his hand against my own. I remained completely still after that, feeling like a prey in that room under a predators beady eyes. Captain Speirs was so close to me, there was barely any room for small movements without grazing over one another. Worst of all, I wanted him to touch me- I wanted to touch him. After all the dreams I’d had about him…

There was a short film to be played, about the army nurses going into Japan. Exactly not what I wanted to think about, the impending threat of war not being over in the pacific somehow seemed even more daunting than everything we’d gone through in Europe. I switched my mind elsewhere, Ron. Avoiding listening to such statements such as ‘suicidal enemy’, I instead glanced down to the darkness that surrounded us in that small room. If he or I were to touch one another, nobody would know. He could probably slip a hand right up my dress and it would all be concealed by the darkness of the room. Sighing, I purposefully inched my hands ever so closer to him. Whilst I didn’t think he noticed, he did rest one hand on the table, the side closest to me. Stopping my movements, I glanced down to my left, making it a little obvious what I was doing. He must’ve noticed, copying my actions and gazing down to where my hand lingered before back up to the short film once again. For a moment, I thought he didn’t like it, so just as I went to retrieve my hand I was shocked when a simple finger ran over mine. A smile grew on my face, it was good it was dark in there because the footage was nothing to be smiling about. I felt his finger tip dance over the skin of my fingers, then my hand, before daring to reach behind me and stop at the tables edge. The small action drove me crazy, I think Ron knew it as well. When the lights were back on both of us acted like nothing had happened, despite the fact I was still breathing in manual mode, I semi ignored him, not knowing what to take from that situation.

Later that afternoon I was doing a few physical exams of the men for their records. I didn’t mind them, they passed time and I usually just got to spend time with the men I’d grew close friends with. It was 7pm, however before I’d got to the last man. “See you later, Alton, can you send in the next guy?” “Sure, I’ll catch you in a bit.” He winked, leaving the room as I ticked off a few more things on the paper before hearing the door shut quickly. “Oh, Captain Speirs, sir.” Scraping back my chair, I moved to stand at attention. “It’s fine.” He was quick to settle the formalities, handing me his papers over. “You’re here for a physical?” I asked dumbfounded as his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down. “Yes.” He responded, looking at me like I had two heads. What else would he be hear for? Stupid, stupid.

“Oh, yeah, of course.” I shook out of my awkwardness, glancing down to the papers on the table. “So you passed your physical exam by miles… you feeling okay in general?” My eyes widened seeing his physical scores. He was one of the top men, fastest, strongest- no wonder he was now the commanding officer. Ron nodded with a slight pout. “Okay, good.” I pushed the papers to one side, grabbing the stethoscope from the side. “I’m gonna just listen to you heart and breathing, take some blood and then I’ll start examining, come sit over here.” I nodded as he awkwardly took a seat in front of me. I smiled gently, moving over and pressing the stethoscope on his skin, under a loose gap in his shirt. Everything was fine, heart, lungs, but what I felt more awkward about was telling him to strip. “Um, if you just go behind the curtain and undress for me, same as always.” I avoided all eye contact, pretending to busy myself with a pen that I couldn’t find a home for. When I glanced up I noticed Ron attempting to undo his shirt right in front of me, my eyes widened. “Oh no, sir, you gotta go behind the curtain.” My hand landed on his as our eyes met for a brief few seconds. “Oh, okay.”

Within moments Ron was undressed and I was a blushing mess, of course he had his underwear on, but seeing him like this when we weren’t in a sexual situation made me al flustered. “You can come sit back down.” I watched as he sat back in front of me and I began examining, feeling his glands for any sign of bother, there was nothing.

“How much of this are you gonna do?” Ron then cleared his throat as I looked back up, my hand still rested on his chest. “How do you mean?” “As in… what else do you have to examine.” “oh, nothing private.” I sheepishly spoke. “That’s a man’s job, not mine.” An awkward giggle escaped my lips as I pressed over his chest, feeling for any abnormalities. I’d moved in closer, our knees knocking slightly, as I shuffled in my hair hearing him exhale gently. “You got any more after me?” Ron then questioned, my eyes lifting to really recognise how close we were. “No, you’re my last of the day.” My voice came out, barely a whisper as he nodded, a half smile growing on his face. Bashfully, I fluttered my eyes away, my heart rate taking off at a million miles per hour. Once everything was checked, sight, hearing, breathing- Ron was fine, but I however was left completely flustered, a literal mess, I was overheating as well. “You’re all done, everything’s fine.” My hand ran off his shoulder, standing back up from my chair, to push it back to where I got it from. “It is?” Ron spoke as I nodded. “Perfect, yeah. No surprise you got some of the top scores for your fitness earlier.” Ron sheepishly shrugged it off as I picked on the wooden table nervously as he stood up once again in front of me. “Don’t do that.” He winced, a hand covering mine. My gaze directed straight up to his, head tilting back to fully catch sight of him.

“Sorry.” My voice came out weak, like a whisper. “You said I was your last check up, right?” His voice lowered as I nodded, anticipating where this was going. His hand was still on mine, and we’d began to close the gap between us. “Yeah, last of the day. I got more tomorrow.” I averted my gaze one again, seeing him nod from the corner of my eye as his hand slipped off mine. Without thinking, I chased after it, my hand resting back in his again. “Ron, wait.” I stepped closer, borderline freaking out when I realised what I’d just done. Ron’s brows furrowed slightly, his free hand coming up to caress into my hair and over the side of my neck.

“You should go relax tonight.” He muttered, tracing his fingers across the sensitivity of my scalp. “I’m fine.” I sighed into his touch, hearing him hum out before moving closer to fully end the gap between us. Ron kissed me once sweetly, and again, before I felt myself practically dive on him. Shit, I couldn’t help it, I couldn’t get enough of him.

My fingers dug into the bare skin of his back, deepening the kiss as I couldn’t decide whether to yank on his underwear or his body to get even closer to me. The close proximity all day had ruined me, I was already aching desperately over him, and it was so wrong, in a physical exam with one of my superiors. But shit, I couldn’t help it. When my hands fell to his underwear, pushing on the band, he borderline pushed me back onto the desk, body toppling onto mine whilst pushing up my skirt. “I need you.” I admitted. “I just need you to fuck me.” The words came out bolder than what I expected. His fingers snapped at my underwear, stretching them down as he kicked at his fingers, lubricating my aching pussy before I pulled him by the ass into me. From the lack of foreplay I was still a little tight, but god I needed more of him, the second he entered me I let out a relieved sigh, feeling his arms wrap around my body to pull me close. His thrusts began, quick and harsh, filling me up in the way I’d needed. The sexual tension between us couldn’t be contained, and it always came to this in the most sneakiest of times. “Fuck me, sir.” I sighed out, keeping my voice on the low seeing as there was most likely people outside the door. Ron huffed with each thrust as he fucked into me, making the the table jump and move with each pump. He took a few harsh, slow thrusts, before giving it to me exactly how I wanted. One of his hands guided down to my clit, rubbing fast circles over my core as I covered my mouth with one hand.

Ron, knocked this hand away with his chin, attaching his lips onto mine as he groaned into the kiss causing me to scratch at his back harshly. “Please, please- like that, I’ve needed you so bad.” I admitted as he panted out, quickening his pace as he was encouraged by my words.

“Can’t stop thinking about you- about this.” He whispered back, grinding his hips right up to mine now as I let out a yelp maybe a little too loud. His words went straight to my chest, a warm swell filled me up and it caused me to scratch at his back more, Ron letting out a growl at the sensation.

It wasn’t long before I came crashing over the edge, babbling away as Ron moaned into my ear. “Cum all over me, fuck, that’s it.” He growled, biting down on my shoulder as his movements became choppy and strained. “Fuck.” “Cum for me, sir, fuck, I want it so bad.” With one last whimper from me, Ron pulled out and unloaded his seed onto my thighs, his high following mine shortly after as we both laid there breathing heavily. He was collapsed onto me, his cum rubbing up all over us uncomfortably. Grimacing, I glanced down as he followed my eyes. “Oh.” With that he was yanking tissues out of the box, wiping me clean before he did himself. I sat up on the table, still coming down from my high as Ron turned back to me, reaching forwards to do up my buttons. “So, is this becoming a regular thing now?” He practically smirked as my eyebrows raised. “I don’t know is it?” I straight up asked.

“Well… seems like it.” He muttered as he pulled his underwear back up, my eyes averting from his still evidently hard bulge. The white briefs didn’t do much to conceal anything, let alone something that bi- “shouldn’t we be more… careful?” “what d’ya mean?” He dumbly asked as I snatched my underwear back off the floor, pulling them back up. “I mean… you know, careful. If somebody finds out we’re both done for.” Ron watched me speaking with an unreadable expression. “You’re my commanding officer, I mean.” I mumbled out, shrugging with an awkward kinda chuckle leaving my lips.

Ron cleared his throat and moved around to retrieve his uniform that was discarded on the patient bed. “Yeah, suppose so.” Suppose so? How was he acting so nonchalant about this? His laid back attitude confused me, I’d expected him to be slightly more uptight, concerned, or maybe that was just me deflecting my emotions on him. “We should, I mean.” Ron corrected as I nodded, nudging down my dress to flatten any creases. Once dressed, Ron inhaled sharply like he was about to announce something important, but it fell flat. “Hm?” I frowned, not knowing how to fill the awkward silence. “I’ll see you… on patrol, tomorrow.” He too seemed a little awkward. After the intensity of our love making, our mundane conversations felt weird and unfitting. “Oh, I’m not going. I’m in the hospital tomorrow morning, so… I won’t be there…”

“Really? Forget what I said then.” He shook his head, fastening the last of his buttons on his uniform. He looked so handsome stood there, all tall and brooding, if it wasn’t so goddamn awkward then I would’ve been overjoyed. “I’ll see you later then, sir.” I smiled softly, fixing all the crumpled papers on my desk which we had messed up previously. “See you.” With one last nod of a goodbye, he’d left the room. A good 10 seconds later I’d noticed he’d left his god damn tie. Fuck. I contemplated running up after him, but then I didn’t want to seem desperate if I did so. Maybe he’d come back for it? Or maybe not, it had been too long of me sat there contemplating for him to have remembered. I was overthinking to the next level, so I simply left the tie there on my desk, gathered all my papers and left the office which I probably could never look at the same again. I was in trouble, big trouble- with myself.

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Here is the link to the chapter before: https://www.tumblr.com/bellewintersroe/714888831358451712/ron-speirs-x-fem-reader?source=share

[gemsofthegalaxy]

watching Sarah Z's new video on Queerbaiting and i wonder if it's gonna be kinda similar to Rowan Ellis' video on representation where like,

calling out queerbaiting is similar to calling FOR queer representation, where we (a certain subset of nerdy bookish/moviesh internet queers) have been focused on those specific things for a while and they've both kind of evolved past their usage

because queerbaiting imo is still shitty, when done as an intentional marketing tactic by PR and higher up executives for a fictional show. but it's also really hard to tell if it was just the case that nobody on the show had the will to fight for explicit queerness, if it came down from on high as a directive, if it was someone trying to sneak something past the censors, etc. and it ends up just encouraging bickering among fans and in some cases eating our own. as well, some people have pushed back to the point that they prefer queerness to be non explicit, and i've gathered this is sometimes because queerness is transgressive but what popular media tells us tends to be filtered through a marketable lens, therefore things that are truly queer and transgressive come from reading in what may or may not be intentional, but it still queer anyway. i don't fully get this, because i would like full frontal unabashed queer romance, personally. i love romance regardless of the gender of the people involved, shoot me i guess?

and on that note. "representation". it's just, like... i get why people want representation and why they frame their argument in this way- that showing queer stories is a Good, because it allows people to see themselves, and also for people to learn about queerness by sympathizing with fictional characters. but it also ends up getting sticky and into a lot of politics around what is "good" and "bad" and "problematic" representation... and yet, at the end of the day, nobody should be getting their full understanding of a social issue from fictional media alone, first off, and not everything can, will, or should be relatable to every single person out there, so nitpicking about what is good and bad might get into the territory of invalidiating real experiences just because one person has no concept of frame of reference even though, there's also a very real person who has experienced that exact thing.

still. as a fat woman, i do in fact want more fat "representation", as in, i want to see more characters who are fat, especially in stories where they are the leads and their fatness is incidental and not mentioned at all, especially not in a derogatory way. other people might want more stories about fat people facing adversary and rising above it, or other facets of fatness, or somewhere on the spectrum. i do think there is value in showing more diverse bodies on screen. in addition, people who are from different cultures, have different skin colours, etc. having representation is "good" but that is not the only reason to do it, either...

because another thing that can happen when representation is the single goal is like.. well.. what if the story isn't even that good? like. first and foremost i want stories that i Enjoy, regardless of any diversity aspect. a story is more likely to be enjoyed by me if it shares my values, sure, but it's not a guarantee. it still needs some level of quality, or at least something to sink my teeth into. this opinion is one ive involved into over time and still shift and change a bit on, day by day. currently my fav blorbos are horrible rich men ! like, sure, theyre gay (to me.) but like. theyre bad people lmao. and that's fine. but if i was still adamant about not watching stuff that doesn't have mostly women characters in it, i'd never have given this show a chance. i still do like to watch shows by and about women, though.

anyway. rambly, idk. i barely even started the video lmfao.

[criminal-sen]

I finally saw Nope (Jordan Peele's new-ish horror movie) and uhhh it's been stuck in my head ever since, so I'm gonna talk about it. It's not *quite* on my All Time Favorite Horror List (a thing that barely even exists in my head, let alone in printed form) but it's up there for sure. And do you want to know what really did it for me? It was the fucking RESTRAINT they used - not only in showing the Threat, but in picking apart its exact workings. I would say they slipped up a little bit here in the finale, as the protagonists do actually figure out a lot, but im giving it a pass. Because this movie is a horror, for sure, but it's also a story about black people overcoming that horror and standing victorious at the end, and the meta sense of catharsis that comes from that. I actually.. don't remember exactly how Us ended - a lot of that film kinda flew over my head bc im bad at media analysis stuff uhhh what is it, film theory? Yah i didnt.. take that. And my brain is like 'fun movie scary monster weeeee' for the most part. But i did manage to gather that between Get Out and Nope, Jordan Peele is sick of black characters dying, so hes 'fixing' the endings to be happy. And i think thats really fucking cool and also really fucking important. So yeah tldr it's okay they did the thing I usually don't like, and they still used more restraint than other movies, who don't even have a reason for it other than.. idk. Pissing me off

Oh right the other restraint they used, which I've seen talked about before, is in showing too much onscreen. Yknow like.. the horror movies that are scary as shit until the monster is revealed to be some cgi.. stupid fucking whatever... and a switch flips in your brain taking you from scared to annoyed. Yah they managed to not show parts they knew wouldn't work, then REALLY show parts they knew they could get right. Like the ending???? That was so fucking cool looking, like I cannot with that design, I fuck with it heavily and kinda want to draw it but. It also looks hard to draw lol

Okay well there was one specific scene especially, but it's a big plot spoil so I'm not gonna say it. But my favorite scene in the whole movie is one that's apparently quite divisive- some ppl hate it and say it looks like a fuckin car wash lmfao (and I'm being as spoiler-free as possible but that should give away the scene to ppl who've seen it) - but it's demonstrating that perfect balance of showing JUST enough to let your imagination fill in the rest. And I thought they did a damn good job with what was shown- between the fuckin hair raising screams and cries of the ppl in there, to the chaotic camerawork, like you're in there too and you're only getting glimpses, to the revelation itself, the massive OH SHIT of a plot reveal that's hitting so much harder than a detached 'we've figured it out' scene bc it's putting you IN it* and showing you the sheer, uncaring violence of it, and now you're finally understanding why the thing with the chimp (also???? Fucking horrifying???? But ngl it was also weirdly satisfying to see it fictionally portrayed??? bc yes, a chimp will fuck you up, just leave them be and shit like this won't happen ffs) exists in a movie about horse ranchers trying to film a UFO

*😏if you've watched it, do u.. do u see what I did there😏😏😏 also I might need to make another post with spoilers bc im a bit obsessed with it rn, I'm pretty sure they even snuck in an Akira reference (especially cuz they did the very obvious motorcycle slide later)

[sadasspisces]

0: Height

6: Age you get mistaken for

13: Biggest turn ons

14: Biggest turn offs

15: Favorite movie

17: Someone you miss

19: A fact about your personality

20: What I hate most about myself

21: What I love most about myself

25: My idea of a perfect date

27: A description of the girl/boy I like

35: What I find attractive in men

36: Where I would like to live

37: One of my insecurities

39: My favorite ice cream flavor

41: Where I want to be right now

0. 5'5/5'6 on a good day

6. younger than i am usually, or older because of my maturity. depends on the age group i'm around

13. being babied lmfao bc i'm a sad soul bro my ass needs to be held and hugged rn

14. poor hygiene, arrogant men, someone who is too intertwined in social media

15. I, Origins

17. one of my old friends, my uncle

19. a fact about my personality.. quiet. calm although there are complete tornados inside my mind 24/7 but you could never look at me and tell.

20. my abandonment issues lol

21. hmm

25. ideal date huh. idk lmfao its almost fall time so i would've like to go pumpkin picking or something

27. n/a

35. good hygiene, the way they treat others, being able to hold a conversation, the ability to be normal bro bc mfs just want to send dick pics and fuck lmfao tbh. i said it, you know idgaf 🤷🏼‍♀️

36. the moon, but in reality hawaii. really wanna go over there, change my name, and just idk live out a van. i'm considering it bc i'm sick of the general population on earth, i'm atp where i want to go off grid completely. earth has gotten quite ghetto

37. my loose skin from all my weight loss

39. team cookie dough you already know what it issss 😭🫡 gang

41. honestly refer to question 36 bc same exact mood for this one lol

[lees-chaotic-brain]

YES i know he's literally just the sweetest most considerate person. like the way he looked out for yuuta?? you cannot tell me he wouldn't be the most caring protective boyfriend.

stop i'm actually so flattered that you mentioned my fic to your friend. honestly i think my ability to look at it in a nuanced way is largely due to the fact that my best friend and i both managed to land pos boyfriends at the exact same time sophomore year.

it was somewhat of a unique experience, in the sense that we both were the biggest hypocrites for literally a year straight. like our average conversation looked like this:

me: girl you literally told me yesterday you didn't feel comfortable sleeping with him wdym you slept with him last night? my bestie: well i was into it at the moment and he really wanted to so it's my fault anyways. but what about you? you told me that if he used your mom to hurt your feelings in an argument again you were going to break up with him. my bestie: you have to set boundaries! he's an asshole for pressuring you into it and i'm going to castrate him. but it's different for me. he really cares and we wouldn't get into such bad fights if he didn't really love me. and he's a good person i know he didn't mean it. my bestie: that's what i'm saying with ****! he's genuinely a really sweet person and i'm really happy when i'm with him

so yeah. this is actually one of our text convos we had almost verbatim. we were both stupid, and after the fact (smh we both ended up getting dumped) we had lots of lengthy convos about what happened and kind of like the affects of it and how it still impacts us.

HELP i love the greek mythology reference with your phone. next time mine doesn't work i'm stealing that and saying it's just visiting hades LMAO

and yes, i'm so excited to hear about what you think of my next few fics! the one i'm currently writing is NOT happy lmfao

EDIT: i talked to my friend and she said that i actually always gave really insightful advice even before the whole thing went down, so maybe it's just a me thing idk. she said that a lot of the things i told her and the advice i gave her even from when we were thirteen/fourteen/fifteen/sixteen still sticks with her and impacts how she makes decisions, which i'm not sure if that's a good or a bad thing lol. but she says i've always been like this so idk

i need an angst to fluff inumaki x reader fanfic based on the song 'daylight' by taylor swift ASAP (no rocky OR stayc OR newjeans).

"And I can still see it all (In my mind)

All of you, all of me (Intertwined)

I once believed love would be (Black and white)

But it's golden (Golden)"

LIKE ACTUALLY PLEASE 🙏

the song's basically about the struggles taylor went through in her past relationships and begins to doubt she'll ever find pure love until she finally meets the man that brightens her life and shows her what true love really is.

the reader could've went through an abusive relationship in the past and guarded herself up even after she met inumaki until she gets to know him better and opens her heart to him KFYDORNEFH. inumaki and the reader could have like sentimental moment together where the reader finally opens up about her past relationship that caused her to become the person she is now and inumaki could bring up his insecurities of his cursed speech and how it's affected his life dealing with bullying, unrequited love, etc.

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE 🙏

summary: after an abusive relationship you don't believe you're ready to love again, but then Inumaki Toge entered your life like a ray of sunshine breaking through the storm clouds...

cw: abusive relationship, abusive ex, emotional abuse, mentions of verbal abuse, emotional manipulation, toxic relationship, implied sa if you squint, self doubt, FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF, growing old together

word count: 1.6k

note: i'm so sorry this took so long! a lot of things happened irl, plus i really wanted to do this request justice! also a quick disclaimer: not all abusive relationships look the same! the abusive ex in this fic is basically a mix of my and my best friends exes, so it strongly reflects my, as well as her, own personal experiences! please don't read this if abusive past relationships trigger you in any way, shape or form. take care of yourselves, i love you all <3

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You hadn’t exactly been the luckiest when it came to love. Your first relationship lasted all of a month, the two of you parting amicably after realizing you were better off as friends. Your second relationship had lasted a little longer, before fizzling out due to him moving away. 

But compared to your third and most recent relationship, all of your previous ones looked like fairy tales. At the time, you hadn’t realized how toxic he was due to his nature. There was nothing dramatic about the abuse, nothing like the obvious and exaggerated examples you saw in the media.

It had started small, but quickly escalated into manipulation and toxicity. Going into the relationship you were confident in yourself and your ability to set and maintain boundaries. But as time went by you found yourself being talked into doing things you weren’t comfortable with, or didn’t want to do. 

You tried to convince yourself that you had wanted it as much as he had at the moment, so it wasn’t his fault, and that going forwards you would be more firm. Then the emotional manipulation started.

He would treat you like you were nothing more than a shit stain on the sidewalk, call you names, accuse you of cheating and only using him for his body. But just as you hit your breaking point he would swoop in and love bomb you.

The vicious cycle continued, and when your friends told you it was unhealthy, and that you should break up with him, you told them that you couldn’t. That you loved him and he made you happy.

And it was true.

He would beat you down until you hit rock bottom, break you until you were numb, but during the moments when he doted on you and told you how much he loved you, the high his love gave you was like no other. Looking back on it you could see that it was manipulative and abusive, but at the time you lived for those moments.

Even at the end, you couldn’t help but love him as he spat names full of vitriol at you. You told him you loved him, that you would be a better partner, and were left heartbroken when he broke up with you. 

A couple of weeks passed, and after the heartbreak faded, your mind began to clear and you felt as if you were thinking rationally for the first time in years. Hindsight is always 20/20 and yours was no exception. Looking back, the red flags were clear, and you had no idea why you stayed with him for so long. 

It was probably because you refused to see him as anything other than a good person who loved you, and that scared you. Clearly you were a terrible judge of character, and if you wanted to avoid getting hurt again you couldn’t trust yourself.

If you couldn’t trust yourself, there was no way for you to trust others. So you went through life alone. At least, you went through life alone until you met him.

Inumaki came into your life like the ray of warm sunshine that caresses your face after the storm clouds dissipate. 

After struggling to find the motivation to go about your life for months, you had thrown yourself back into your schoolwork. So when Inumaki Toge was assigned to you as your partner for the paper you had to write, you pointedly ignored the fact that he was extremely attractive and got to work.

As the research paper progressed, the two of you became closer, and even started looking forwards to your meetings at your local cafe. He was struck by how kind and dedicated you were; how you didn’t look down on him for being unable to speak. It was really nice to be treated as an equal.

You were struck by how funny and caring he was, and just how much you were beginning to enjoy spending time with him. It was terrifying.

Just months ago you had promised yourself that you would never fall in love again, that you couldn’t trust yourself to not jump headfirst into another abusive relationship, but here you were, falling in love once again. And it wasn’t like a little crush or anything. You fell, and you fell hard.

He consumed your every waking thought, from his mischievous little smiles to his gorgeous purple eyes, to the kindness he showed your underclassmen. You found yourself hyper analyzing every one of your interactions with him, searching for any red flags, desperately hoping to find something that proved he wouldn’t be good for you.

Because at the end of the day, you weren’t just scared to get into a relationship for fear of another abusive partner. You also feared opening yourself up to love again and getting your heart broken again.

Every logical, rational part of you knew that it wasn’t a good idea, that you shouldn’t date again, but then again, every emotional, instinctual part of you screamed that something about Inumaki Toge was right.

I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you I don't wanna think of anything else now that I thought of you

A month flew by, and the deadline for your paper came and went. Without ever speaking about it or formally agreeing to, the two of you continued to meet up, except now it was to hang out, not to work. Coffee dates, trips to the local museums and aquariums, exploring local small business restaurants, whatever you had the time and funds to do you did, enjoying the time spent savoring each other’s presence. 

It had taken time, and a lot of proof that he was nothing like your ex, but you had finally gotten to the point where you were ready to move on, to trust. To place your heart in the hands of another, even if it meant leaving you vulnerable again. And a big part of that was due to 

Nothing about the relationship the two of you shared was the stuff of romantic dramas, with their dramatic confessions, sweeping declarations of love, and passionate gestures. Instead your romance was quiet. It was easy. And most of all it was completely reciprocated. 

There was no defining moment where the two of you stepped across the line separating friends for lovers. It was more like the two of you were on a peaceful journey, only noticing days after that you crossed it. The line between friends and lover merely blurred, until one rainy day while the two of you were camped out in your bedroom the two of you decided you were “officially” dating.

But putting a label on it hadn’t changed anything. If anything, the label was only there so you could continue doing what you had been. And if that meant picturing a future that involved marriage and growing old with him, well that wasn’t anyone’s business, now was it?

And I can still see it all (In my mind) All of you, all of me (Intertwined)

Now, half a century later you sit on your porch, quietly rocking on a swing as you watch the sun rise, daylight slowly spilling across the sky. The glow of youth had long left your features, skin sagging under the weight of the joy in your smiles, joints and bones creaking from a lifetime of adventures. 

And sitting there on your porch, the swing creaking rhythmically as you sit beside the love of your life you think about your ex-boyfriend for the first time in decades. Looking back, you can’t even fathom how different your future was than you predicted.

Before you met Toge, you had resigned yourself to growing old alone, obviously having friends by your side, but going through life without a romantic partner. At that point in your life, you believed that love was more trouble than it was worth, that it only brought hurt and you would never find someone who would make you feel like the main character in a romance novel.

But then Toge came along, and it was nothing like the romances. It was soft, gradual; rather like the sunrise in front of you, slowly extending its syrupy warmth across the inky expanse of the morning sky. His love wasn’t dramatic or invasive, but it was comforting, warm, and all-consuming. His love filled you like the first sip of tea on a cold winter day, spreading across your chest and reaching into your limbs, chasing away the cold nip of the air.

His love was like daylight, spreading across the dawn sky, lighting up everything it touched bringing color and life to all. A gentle squeeze on your hand drew you out of your thoughts, and you turned to look at him.

His once bright silver hair had been reduced to a dull gray, and the crisp lines of his seal stretched and sagging across his cheeks. But his violet eyes were as bright as the day you met, and it seemed the love in them only grew daily. Clutching his liver spotted hand in your own, skin papery thin and liver spotted, you basked in the combined glow of your shared love and smiled.

“Hey Toge? I love you?”

He merely smiled and planted a loud kiss on your cheek, not needing to say anything in response.

After all, why would you need words when your love is as permanent and sure as the sun rising in the east each morning?

I once believed love would be (Black and white) But it's golden (Golden)

general taglist: @arlerts-angel @ponderingmoonlight @hotvinimon

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inumaki taglist: @stopshakingplz @hugsforjungwon

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when cap shiggy says “I want to steal you away” AHHDJDJDJ THE SCREAM I SCRUMPT. he was so dreamy in that fic. it’s unlike anything i’ve ever read tbh. it gave me the same vibes along the lines of when casper turns human and asks wendy “can i keep you” YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN???

omg,,,,,,, i love that line tbh, bc on the surface it might seem somewhat dehumanizing but it's the end of the fic and it's v much the opposite; it's the result of him getting to know & falling head-over-heels for the reader, choosing to ask what she wants and offering a choice she's never had access to until that moment bc he knows she wants it too, as opposed to simply offing her to get to herr fiance,,,,,,,,,, also its hot PFFT

what is the first thing you think of when i ask what the most memorable line/scene ive written was?

[unproduciblesmackdown]

lmao now that i’ve finally gotten around to the night mind series Explaining Mh my favorite thing is the theory that The Ark was referring to The Owned Zone

[katsintriis]

chrono crusade for the fandom ask meme!!

THANK YOU for letting me gush about Chrono Crusade this is the best day ever!! <33

blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most):

- I think Chrono and Rosette both occupy this spot?? When I first read the manga (yeeeeears ago) Chrono was like, my Number One Blorbo of All Time, but my love for Rosette has grown exponentially over the years. Plus they seem like such an inseparable pair in my brain at this point, usually if I'm thinking about one of them it's in reference to the other. My poor, poor blorbos....

scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped)

- This is also Chrono lmfao. I wanna squish his cheeks!! He can be aggressive and scary but he never WANTS to be, he's so shy and brooding and kind and sad and I think he just needs some hugs tbh. He is a powerful inhuman entity but also needs to be protected at all costs and I am ready and willing

scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave)

- Shader!! I could take or leave a lot of the Sinners if I'm being honest but I've always really liked Shader. She just seems like she'd be super fun to hang out with. And she's a hacker demon (?) alien (?) with cat ears like what's not to love???

glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week)

- Elizabeth.... from that one flashback chapter.... idk I really liked her journey from antagonistic and judgmental to accepting. And when she came back at the end as Rosette's doctor...!! It really just shows how Rosette and Chrono's determination and kindness and friendship have positively shaped the people and attitudes around them. ;A; Plus I think her interactions with Rosette are funny and love the idea of them being better friends in AUs and such

poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave)

- I know Joshua kind of sucks but I do genuinely like him, idk what it is... watching him be so carefree and innocent while he's actively destroying shit and making things worse... cuz all he wanted was to get better and be together with his sister... everyone in CC is tragic but idk my heart hurt a little anytime he was in a scene.

horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason)

- I wanna preface this with the fact that I do actually like Aion as a character, BUT!! I would love to see him at the mercy of a plinko. I just think his ego might need to be............. taken down a peg (ha!)

eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell)

- Genai. At this point I literally don't even remember my exact reasons for hating his guts but here we are lol

[bisluthq]

it's basically #bisluthqisoverparty at one of the blogs I follow today so if things are worse than usual in your inbox, that's probably why

So I don’t know the exact blog to which you refer but I’ve had like a few people idk I guess feel quite strongly about stuff I say and like block or unfollow me which is absolutely 100000000% fine.

I think everyone should curate their fandom experience in such a way that they’re genuinely happy. That means following blogs that make you happy, making content that makes you happy, and like avoiding shit that’s triggering or upsetting or yk what? Just no fucking fun for you. Like this shit should be FUN. Any pop culture exercise - whether you’re in fandom or reading Buzzfeed or watching films or listening to music - should be fucking FUN.

So idk I run my lil blog and my lil community the way I do, and I don’t say it’s perfect because it’s not, and I don’t say I’m perfect because I SO am not, and if you don’t find it fun as I’ve always said run your own. Like the fucking fun of the internet is everyone gets a voice and a possible platform. Shit, I’ll promo you if you explain what you’re doing and it’s a vibe I like as - most recently - @craicvacuum did and she legit started something I’m not that interested in but is imo dope.

If you want to run a blog on similar topics to mine but in a different way I get it! That’s cool! Again genuinely happy to say “so if you like my blog but you don’t like X here’s Y” and people’s feeds aren’t limited to one thing! Go forth and have fun babes like that’s all there is to it.

Tbh I’m not even gonna ask people not to shit talk me because as Karlie says “at least I trended” and weirdly since this has ~allegedly~ become a discussion I’ve been gaining followers in a way I haven’t in ages - could be something else - so like idk besties idk. I’m not saying it’s that but 🤷🏻‍♀️💀

What I will say is if you have actual things you want to discuss with me on like specific things you feel I’m wrong about, I’m always listening. And what I have heard through like rumblings of this little cancellation and being sent vagues and stuff is people don’t like Grammygate discussion (their problem tbh I don’t talk about it that much but lmfao what a mess), and think I’m mean (I’m actually gonna take that on board and try to be nicer and block/delete more like that’s very fair I think I could try be a nicer person online). If there are actual issues then those can be addressed with me directly. That ideally means a DM but if you wanna @ me in a call out like I’ll read it idek where to look for this stuff.

And also if you wanna like vaguepost about me being a mean bitch on your blog fucking aces babe live your best life and genuinely do whatever makes you happiest.

[lemongogo]

1/ THANK U FOR THE DETAILED REPLY<333 everything u said was exactly on point,, the way that there is no 'wrong' way to feel and different emotions motivate different characters and they are all treated with the same vailidity ?? BUT IT CIRCLES BACK TO TANJIROUS COMPASSION AND JST HOW SIMPLE KINDNESS CAN CHANGE SOMEONES PERSPECTIVE SO MUCH,, im sorry idk if im making sense but i also wanted to talk about how kny shows diff characters ways of processing grief an how they have moved on--

2/ --or never realy moved on. some forget, some never forget,, and i just realy admire the theme,, or ig the message tht u have to keep on moving but u can carry what others have left behind with you,, LMFAO again idk if im making sense but yeah what i said before abt diff motvations fr diff characters and none of them being inherently wrong (like shinobus anger) is just so good. I ALSO WANTED TO ASK,, what is ur fav sibling relationship in kny i must know tysm i love u have a nice day !!!!

NOO THANK UU OMG <3 so srry i take forever 2 respond but its so much fun to hear what u have to say abt it and thank u for indulging me 🙈🙈 BUT YEASS I LOVE THAT SO MUCHH i love how it explores grief thru a multi-faceted, nuanced lens as opposed to some binary of right or wrong.

the first thing that comes to mind is how different characters refer to the demons themselves, notably with the mt. natagumo arc . prime example being tanjirou viewing rui and demonhood as being this understandably miserable experience punctuated by grief and hardship,, and while he isn't one to forgive them for the trauma they've caused, he can also understand the pain they've gone through. meanwhile giyuu views their existence w hatred & disdain , but is none the less for it u know. like the story makes it a point to validate his and shinobu's contempt alongside tanjirou and kanae's more receptive viewpoints . its soo interesting .. and theres so much to be said abt how, even within the same circles of thought, there's so much variation to be explored. not to bring up sanemi and genya w every conversation, but i like how their story demonstrates the different ways people handle grief ; two opposite paths that stem from the same initial event

AND OMG NWW you are making sm sense to me .. especially w tanjirou's compassion YEAAH that stuff legit makes me soo mushy like . idk,, its so infectious . its my favorite protagonist model for sureee . and i love how his compassion never comes at the expense of anyones wellbeing, either. i feel like its easy to miswrite this sort of character type as someone who forgives ALL despite the fact that forgiveness isnt always the right decision. not for everyone, at least. and so for tanjirou to be the kind of character to provide appropriate compassion and empathy is .. really nice. if that makes sense .

also like "you have to keep on moving but you can carry what others have left beind w u" LITERALLY .LITERALLYSYYY pulls a giyuu and does this

like having recently finished this chapter , that part of ur message is soo sad like yeah. i rly liked what sabito and tanjirou had to say in this part . the whole "isn't what sabito entrusted to you, keeping you two together?" being followed up by, "they're still with you, giyuu" MAN. MANNNNNNNNNNNN. $*#U%)u3{@0(Ro467676(#)$9oelk.,...............................................................

also this is getting so long omg im so sry. but my favorite kny siblings have to be daki and gyuutarou :-) !! sanemi and genya are a close second :3

ive never been a big fan of sibling relationships in media tbh . they always feel so unnatural to me and like . uncomfortably forced. and i knoww thats like just due to my own experiences (and is not to say there aren't people w good sibling relationships) but its nice to see kny explore these less-than-perfect dynamics, especially when the resolution isn't something that can immediately be remedied.

kny chapter 96 is my favorite for this particular reason !!

i love tanjirou's response to it all, as well as gyuutarou's own reflection in ch.97., AAUWh,whjk its soo good . i knoww so many other stories have written this exact same thing (and way before kny too) but idk !!!!! i just rly love how gotouge handles these relationships yk

but what about u !! whats your fav sibling relationship in kny? but omgg thank you so much i hope u have a nice day too <3

[spnorwhatever]

Niche interesting-to-me-and-idk-who-else sort of free-form ramble/discussion on 1901 Castiel’s fashion to follow:

okay so 1901 Castiel isn’t very height-of-fashion-trends 1901, HOWEVER I don’t mind that it’s a bit more late 1890s, since the average person doesn’t just suddenly change all their clothes once the decade turns over, and (if we’re going by the actress’ age) the vessel would be like.. 20? at the time. I found a handful of fashion plates, ranging from 1893 to 1898, which look similar in silhouette/cut to what they put Castiel in. This one in particular, I think, probably was a strong influence/strongly resembles the coat the put her in, down to the darts and the pockets: https://collections.vam.ac.uk/item/O606532/fashion-plate/

They put Benjamin in something very similar, if not the same, so I imagine that they just modified Castiel’s to make it double-breasted [edit: JUST KIDDING it’s not double-breasted? just looks it bc it’s pulled over asymmetrically] (these ones are double-breasted: https://collections.vam.ac.uk/item/O606621/fashion-plate/ ; https://collections.vam.ac.uk/item/O606507/fashion-plate/ ; https://collections.vam.ac.uk/item/O606598/fashion-plate/ ; here’s another one with a jaunty hat from 1896, titled “Latest styles in hunting costumes” https://collections.vam.ac.uk/item/O606538/fashion-plate/ ‘ here’s some actual photos, it looks like, of coats from 1899. the sleeve is much slimmer than what they did on the show https://libmma.contentdm.oclc.org/digital/collection/p15324coll12/id/8800 ). some of these other examples, though, have a clearly contrasting skirt, and I honestly like that better. Also, for the period, the hat would have been worn square on the head, NOT at a jaunty angle lmao. But like... okay at least they had them in hats lmao, as would have been proper for the time.

I do want to give props to the costuming department, because it does look like they at least did SOME research, and I can see their references to the late Victorian era, if not an exact time, even if the fit is not stunning. Like, I would have nipped in the sleeve a bit more (you can see above that the sleeves do go fitted thru the elbow to wrist, and they didn’t do that which is why she looks so chunky from the 3/4 angle), and done something else with the skirt, since having the skirt in the same sort of suiting fabric for an unembellished tan-on-tan look is... not very stunning. also they altered it so it was long, but with an asymmetrical/cutaway kind of opening? That’s odd. And I think makes the tone-on-tone look weirder, bc clearly it’s a COAT coat, not just a like dress bodice made to look coat-like. Benjamin’s, in contrast, works a bit better bc it looks like it goes no farther than, like, mid-thigh? knee? I saw some long coats, but like the front would meet in the middle and the hem ended just above the skirt hem (more like ankle-length), not be full floor-length like the skirt would be. Which makes sense, you’re not going to launder your coat as much, it makes less sense to make your coat foor-length where it’ll drag on the floor & in the dirt and through everything. Actually, in the full-length shot from the show you can see the skirt & the coat (rip) darkened at the hem from damp lmao.

Like, yes, bodices would match skirts as like suit sets, but the thing is that Castiel’s top looks to be more of a coat than, say, a bodice of a suit set, so it makes less sense for me to have it match.  Also wish they’d done a different design for Castiel, because Castiel and Benjamin look to be in the same/similar kind of look, and idk... it just makes it feel a bit too mass-produced. Like. they cooould have just happen to have the same kind of look. But they’re not really fashionable for the era either, especially not in that color/fabric, so it doesn’t suuuper make sense to me. Another also is, wish they’d put like a tie/cravat on her. Could have been a pop of color that hearkens to his current tie. I just feel like it’s missing a little.. something so it’s not just tan on tan.

Anyway I was digging around for colorized fashion plates, and so here’s some other ones in the rough period (1890-1900) that I like and kind of wish they’d done more instead of just like tan-on-tan: 

(the attribution for the above I found said 1899) like I think a black skirt would have been nice with a coat like this, it would have looked smart, and would have hearkened to his suit he wears under the coat. Yes it’s not a long coat, but.. idk I think this works.

Another alternative

(attributed just as “late Victorian”?) like I think this one’s great, it looks like a plaly on menswear, so you have a little something that even looks similar to a modern tie, and it’s a bit more interesting than just unembellished tan on tan

this one looks like she’s wearing a tie/cravat kind of deal, so again, modern tie reference. The lapels can be adapted, and the embellishment on the skirt give the illusion of a long coat without it being an actual long coat.

I mean. I don’t mind the long coat, or even necessarily the fabric (though to my eye the fabric looks a biiit heavy to make the skirt out of also)

Here’s an extant suit in about the same color: https://thedreamstress.com/2016/11/rate-the-dress-tailored-details-in-1900/

but I think what makes it work is the like... shorter top, embellished skirt, and like. better fit sleeves lmao. Also, again, Castiel’s isn’t a suit set, so like that, plus the ill-fitting sleeves, really makes it kind of unflattering? Especially at the 3/4 angle, the way the sleeve blocks against her little bustle/bustle pad. Which is a shame, because from the front, it looks like they either have her in proper period underpinnings, or faked it well enough. edit: I do also want to say she looks rather.. deflated. Like, the fashionable silhouette of this era wasn’t achieved solely by corsets & lacing lmao, it was also done with padding, esp in the area between the bustline and the shoulder to really smooth out that area & fill it out, and the sleeves. And like, her coat clearly isn’t padded where it should be to really create that fashionable late-Victorian silhouette (and neither is Benjamin).

This is really roughly edited, but just imagine if we’d gotten a cute little neck thing, and a black skirt, and lmfao.. a coat that wasn’t fckn... floor-length (like, even just a midi-length like his modern coat, but worn open-ish towards the bottom or whatever):

Honestly even just a tiny. boop of blue at the collar is a HUGE improvement. Like, c’mon, it was perioddddd. Pls.

[stormblessed95]

Hi! I hope you have had a great day or night! Now, since I am really new to this fandom, I am going through a lot of content and fast. I happened upon a fan signing in Japan (at least, I am positive it is in Japan because it sounds like they are speaking Japanese to me). Specifically, the one where JM was reading a question by a fan, who asked him if he wore convenience store panties/underwear (idk that's what the subtitles said lmao). However, what happened after is what I want to ask you about. JK answers the question before him and states that no JM is not wearing convenience store underwear. Um, excuse me (but please please please explain in detail JK lol)? I do not know if this is me being dumb and not understanding a cultural thing or I am just being stupid and reading too much into it? So, I would love to hear what your perspective on this and if you don't know what I am talking about I will try to send a link. If I can find the video again.

Thank you so much! And, also, I love your blog and cannot wait for more post on the boys dynamics with each other. :)

Hello!

Lol what a moment anon. I know what you are referring to. To start, the fan that asked this question was teasing Jimin a little bit because of one of Hobi's live streams that he crashed and joined in on. Basically Jimin did something and flashed the blue band of his underwear by accident. Jihope died over it laughing together and Jimin said he had bought his underwear at the convenience store and gave it a 5 star rating. Lmao So the fan was being a little cheeky and bringing it up again to tease. Here is the clip where that first moment happens:

This moment you mentioned was from a fansign in summer of 2018 I believe. I don't know the exact one but here is a clip from Twitter of the part where Jungkook answered Jimins underwear question for him.... we don't know what he possibly could have meant by answering that question for him. It could just be another instance of him wanting to show off his Jimin-o-pedia knowledge. Lol maybe they all got changed in the stylists room together so he saw what kind Jimin was wearing just before this. We don't know but it definitely raised a lot of eyebrows and it was a little bit suspicious that Jungkook felt himself qualified to speak on behalf of Jimins underwear for him.

Why did you feel the need to interject yourself there, Jungkook?? Speak into the mic please! Moving on... idk if you WERE but you seemed a little confused at the panties/underwear subtitles that change in and out between the two words. Its again a culture thing. Panties wasn't referring to women's underwear or lingerie like it does in the U.S. LOL You will see them on multiple occasions use the word "panties" when talking about underwear, because its literally the same thing for them, interchangeable. RM even said he was wearing only panties when he first met Jungkook for the first time on National American TV at the start of 2020. Lmfao and you saw Jimmy Fallon go "uhh wait what?" And RM corrects himself to "underwear, you know, the boxers." Lol figured I would explain that part as well, just in case!

[loxxxlay]

Can we get the rest of the ball destroying story?

This is a very long and probably anticlimactic story about how I destroyed an attorney's metaphorical balls by not letting him get away with being a toxic pile of shit. I hope you enjoy.

So, the first thing you need to know is that my old boss (whom I will call M) is a real fucking asshole. 1, he voted for trump; 2, he's a creep; 3, most obnoxiously, he treated his previous lead paralegal like a freaking wife.... or actually worse than a wife really... like an object. like a trophy wife. When the lead paralegal left, he basically treated her like she was divorcing him, as if she was an object of his possession. And he was like "you'll NEVER have it better than you have here, and i'll never let you come back." (Funny story: i am one of 5 paralegals there who put in their 2 week notice during June, and they were so panicked that they called this exact former lead paralegal and asked her to come back. -_-)

Okay so anyway, let's cut the story back to about 2 months ago. I have been M's lead paralegal for about 8 months now since the previous one left, and I'm hating it. I'm actively job hunting because M is becoming toxic to me the same way he was to the last paralegal. I needed references, so I asked another attorney who also worked there to be my reference. We will call him T. So T is my favorite attorney. T is the first person I came out to as having a girlfriend at the firm, and he never once betrayed me. He is everything that M is not. He gives positive feedback like he gives out candy, but he's also honest and real in a way that not a lot of ppl are.

So anyway I secretly ask him to be a reference on my resume, and T is like "sure! but well funnily enough, I'm actually leaving the firm in 2 weeks. I can't ethically recruit people while I'm here, so I'm going to end this conversation here, but.... wink wink, nudge nudge, call me in 2 weeks." So I'm like COOL COOL. And we don't speak of it again.

So 2 weeks pass, I continue job hunting, T leaves the firm. He calls me literally the next day, and he immediately is like "I wanna hire you" and I'm like "okay cool, I wanna be hired." So boom I got a new job. Ethically. (I'm serious though, T is a very ethical guy and he did nothing wrong.) So anyway, T is okay with me waiting until my NYU program in June is over, so my start date is July 1. 1 month from then. T also asks me very politely not to tell M where I'm going because it would sour their "friendship" (a.k.a. the attorney world in utah is a small world and he doesn't want M to get his feelings hurt). And I want to be clear, T did not pressure me at all - he asked for a favor, and I decided to do it for him, because I care about him, that's it. If at any point it became a burden for me, I would have changed my mind, and T would have understood.

So, I wait a week until I'm in New York to tell M i'm leaving him. I come up with a brilliant excuse for why I don't want to tell him where I'm going - "I have a few offers and I don't want to talk about it while I'm still deciding" (which wasn't even really a lie). So I call my boss and I tell him I'm putting in my two weeks. And he treats me like he always treats people - he interrogates me. Except this time, he's shocked and upset, so he SUPER interrogates me. It's super inappropriate questions like "why are you quitting???" and "is it because of money???" and "this is SUCH bad timing" - but it's frustrating because he's an attorney and he knows how to dress up these rude questions with politeness. In a way that if I call him out on it, I'll be the one who looks inappropriate. :( It sucked. But luckily I had spent 3 days researching how to approach this, and.... I gave him nothing. He was desperate for fuel to try to convince me to stay or guilt-trip me into working overtime, and I just didn't give him any because I was prepared, and also.... I'm good at this. My mom says I've been good at this since I was 3-years-old lol.

Anyway so unfortunately during the conversation, he asked the question "Where are you going?" and I immediately gave him my excuse. And I expected that to be done and over with. Idk why I thought it'd be that easy... He immediately started trying to guess where I was going. And at what point, he said "are you going to work for T????" and..... honestly guys... I panicked. I lied. I said, "uh, no." flat out lmao. Like, I was just so shocked that he was asking me in the first place. :( But weirdly, he believed me and that was that (or maybe he filed away the lie for later use as you'll see). I also want to make it clear here that I, at first, wasn't telling M where I was going because T had asked me to... but at this point, with how nosy and inappropriate M was asking, I didn't want to tell M anymore either. It wasn't for T that I was hiding it; it was for me. Like, no M, I don't want you to have any personal details. You're being 150% more of a creep than usual which is impressive considering.

Anyway so I never tell anyone where I'm going except 2 ppl whom I trust on my last day (and yes, one of them betrayed me, which kinda sucks D:). I told T that I had lied to M, and T was like "it's okay, if he finds out, I'll have ur back" and also... I told T I go by Echo instead of my legal name/dead name, so I'm fine with the lie because M will probably never find out anyway. and T was delighted and super supportive of my enby identity. ^_^ It's cute because he never called me by name, but now all of his texts and statements deliberately start out with my name as if to remind me that he supports it lol.

Anyway so flash forward to my new day at the job. It's going great. I love it there. And then I check my phone and I see this fucking text:

M: "I hear you work for T now. I wish you the best, but I specifically remember asking you if that's where you would be working, and you said no."

Like.... what the actual fuck? He never texts me, and also I've been gone from his firm for like a day.. max... have some chill, lmfao. like. At first, I was REALLY upset. Not in a "i feel bad for lying" kind of way. I couldn't care less about that. More in a "i feel like i'm being stalked, one of two close friends betrayed me, and also what the fuck, why are you texting me this??" #yikes. But then that night, I was talking to my dad about it. And I became super amused? Like. What is he going for here? What does he want me to say? What response does he hope that I'll give that will make him feel better? Does he want me to call him crying and begging for forgiveness and for my job back? Like? I genuinely sincerely want to know what the fuck he was expecting me to say. I want to understand what was going through his head lol.

And of course, because I am a passive aggressive bitch, I immediately catch on to the fact that he is Butthurt (shocking, I know). His feelings are hurt. An object of his, his very own lead paralegal, lied to him outright and he didn't see it coming! How dare she! He wants to make me feel hurt like he feels hurt, and he's a lawyer, he knows how to interrogate people and manipulate people and get them to suck his dick, idk. So he should be able to use those skills to make me feel bad for lying. He wants to one-up me. But see, what he didn't realize is that....

1, I don't feel guilty for lying to him... at all... like, it took me a couple hours to realize this, but the only negative emotion it made me feel was discomfort and fear. not guilt. the same way i feel when a strange man asks me for a hug, and i feel like refusing would look "rude." Like, there's nothing guilty about that. So yeah. His goal is to expose my guilt to make himself feel better, but... my guilt doesn't exist, so good luck

2, um, like I said earlier, I've been a passive aggressive bitch since the day I was born, unlike this bitch who had to go to college to learn how to do it, and not only that - I'm better at it than him. lmfao. His pride is gonna take a hit.

so I toy with the idea of ignoring him because I know that will really fuck him up and make him constantly think about it and check his texts to see if I've responded. But then T tells me that it's probably better to not burn a bridge because again.... super small world here.

So anyway lol, my response ends up being pretty simple but painstakingly constructed:

"Thank you! :) It wasn't an option at the time - it was a new development after you and I had already talked. I wish you the best as well."

The "Thank you! :)" to seem like I am utterly oblivious to the hidden accusation and passive aggressiveness. The middle sentence to be like "uh, are you really accusing me of lying right now?" and the last sentence, my favorite, to shut down the conversation forever. Now, if he responds, he already lost. Because there's no way to continue this conversation without exposing the fact that his "I wish you the best" was completely insincere. I've stripped away his ability to respond fake-politely (which is his modus operandi), and I've forced the last word on him.

Also, even better... (and no one has any way of proving this, least of all him, but) that statement (the "it wasn't an option at the time - it was a new development after you and i had already talked") is completely a lie on my part, and he knows it. T offered me the job the Monday after he left. There's no way he doesn't know that. So not only did I show obliviousness and not only did I shut the conversation down, I outright stonecold lied a second time. And there's no way for him to call me out on it. Like what could he even do? Send me a screenshot of my hire date? Send me a screenshot of an email I sent to a coworker? If he tries that, he's already lost again because like ... obviously super immature... it would be so easy to crush him with niceness like "Wow, I can tell this has really bothered you!" hahahhaha. Sadly he's smart enough not to do that, but it must be infuriating to know I'm lying and not be able to accuse me.

As an attorney whose literal job it is to catch & expose people lying, he literally watched me flat out lie to his face. Twice. And I didn't feel bad about it. And there was nothing he could do about it either time. He went to law school for this shit, and he still can't out-passive-aggressive me, the classic bitch.

Anyway so T apparently he showed his wife M's message, and she was like "oh my god what an asshole!!!" which I must admit was extremely validating!! And then he showed his wife my message, and she made a shocked face and said "wow she's good." And I always thought T was kinda just flattering me to be nice when he complimented my use of words in defusing angry clients and conveying info about a sensitive subject... but apparently his wife thinks so too, so I guess he's been more serious than I thought. I feel so.... complimented.... it's weird.... but I"m very happy and squeeing.

It's been like almost 24 hours and M has yet to respond to me, and if he does, he's already lost. I'll eviscerate him.

So like I know this story is probably disappointing and might not seem like I shanked his balls, but ... take my word for it because if u knew what a chaotic insecure pathetic mess he was and how he desperately claws for control by trying to intimidate and upset all of his employees (and pretty much always succeeds), then you'd understand that he's NEVER encountered something like this before. Someone literally just not giving a shit what he thinks about them. And from what I know of him, I promise you that this has certainly fucked him up for a good long while. And that makes me happy :')

[lady-raziel]

Okay. Remember how I said it was Fallout Day and I had something horrible to show you? Here it is.

I give you my proof that Fallout 5 is just 2020.

(anxiety tw, in case apocalypse talk and similar stresses you out)

So. There was this asteroid that was gonna come real close to Earth this week. Thankfully it hasn’t hit us (yet), but I gotta admit if it hit today it would be pretty funny with it being Fallout day (the day where the nuclear bombs were dropped and the world was destroyed and everyone retreated into vaults) and all. Remember that fact for later.

Anyways, as we all know, brands exist on twitter. Sometimes it can be funny. The vast majority of the time it is not and is only proof that we do live in a capitalist dystopia where companies pretend to be your friend on social media. But brand social media is eager to engage with whatever is happening right now and sometimes whatever weird shit people say about their brand. I.e. sour patch kids cream cheese, as I know all too well.

That leads us to the I N S A N I T Y.

The Oreo cookie brand proposed a vault to save their cookies from an apocalypse caused by an asteroid hitting the planet. Yes, you heard all those words right.

Let me repeat. A major multi-billion dollar corporation proposed an underground vault in case of the end of the world. Just like, you know, Vault-Tec—*gets shot by corporate assassins*

Anyways. Although the chaotic part of me who appreciates a clever marketing tactic, especially one that came out of a random person’s tweet, I’m just so in awe of the fact that 1)a world ending event could have potential happened on the same date as a famous fictional world ending event 2) the random person who mentioned this jokingly didn’t refer to fallout at all 3) Oreo went way above and beyond with it

And then, it got to be...something else. Because you see the vault wasn’t really for people. The main purpose was not to protect average citizens, even in this hypothetical scenario. No, it was to protect BRANDS!!!

Even in a crazy, wildly hypothetical marketing ploy brands are categorized as more important than saving than people and if that doesn’t just speak volumes

Like this is so fucking funny because if it were real and all the brands put their products in a special vault so that they would be around to sell after, like good job capitalists! You didn’t actually save any people that may have been able to buy your product LMFAO

And the SHEER, INCREDIBLE IRONY that the same day all this is happening is the exact same day that in a fictional timeline, a very wealthy corporation was selling room in underground vaults but prioritizing to some extent the privileged but even then treating all their residents like a commodity, even the wealthy ones (b/c that’s true for real life, and you can even see it in the Oreo thing in that other brands are treated as a commodity b/c people like it when brands interact with one another). That on this very same day in the Fallout universe people were told that the capitalist organization was the only way to save them from the impending end of the world, and then the bombs were dropped.

And that it’s popular belief that Vault Tec was actually the one that caused China and America to launch their nukes because they were afraid that they would go bankrupt if the vaults never got used

Like just one of the main points of the Fallout series is to point out how aggressive and unethical capitalist is wrong

Anyways. I think you get my point. Im like not actually angry or outraged at this I’m just laughing at the horrible irony like WHAT ARE THE ODDS

This is just another insane highly coincidental drop in the bucket of craziness that is this year, and just further proof to my hypothesis that Bethesda isn’t making Fallout 5 because we’re all currently just living it.

But idk. You tell me.

[post-modern-prometheus]

I’m a big believer on the idea that Will has reality bending powers and that’s why the Russians were in Hawkins. Because it’s some shit you would see in some poorly made movie for kids lmfao.

I mean; that’s the only way I can properly justify how the fuck the scoops team was able to break in like that. And crack the code.

i prefer the idea that it was satire of films like red dawn (dustin making references to that had me BOUNCIN I WAS SO EXCITED CUZ IT'S EXACTLY WHAT I WAS THINKING) and even rocky iv that painted russians to be these big bad evil inhumane unbeatable foes. i actually wrote a paper on the relationship between cold war rhetoric and media of the time, and i did end up including a mention of the parody in stranger things when comparing it to films like dr. strangelove (MY BELOVED) and wargames (MY OTHER BELOVED and the actual focus of the paper because of its effects on legislature during that era) where it was kinda like america wtf are you doing, even though that was more about the nuclear crises and MAD but i digress. it was still relevant. i promise the paper was written better than that.

i don't really wanna get into this rn, esp bc this is the exact opposite of the ask's topic but one thing that was interesting ab season 3 is that it was a really sneaky satire of 80s movies. seasons one and two were love letters and this one was like BIG FOURTH OF JULY FUCK YEAH AMERICA AND CAPITALISM but if you actually look at it, besides that weird ass new coke commercial and erica's deal, the main characters aren't contributing to that? like sure you got the russian thing but idk this isn't making sense. like i'm talking about karen and ted and holly at the fair watching the fireworks but then cutting to the gang preparing to fight for their lives. all that fuck yeah america was surface level in a way and i could say more but i need to make sure my hermit crabs don't kill each other so here are my half developed thoughts.