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zoeykallus · 2 years ago

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Could I request a headcannon for the bad batch?? and how they would react to their SO passing out in front of them… like from low blood sugar or iron issues. If not that totally fine 🙂 I wasn’t sure how to/if you were taking requests.

I absolutely love your work! The way you right is fantastic 💕

Yes you can 😊 Sounds like fun 😁

I don't know why I always have the most extensive ideas with the HCs for Tech and Crosshair….

The Bad Batch x ReaderHCs - Passing Out

So far no warnings... Maybe strong language? (Crosshair) ____________

Hunter

It might happen in the middle of a conversation or at any given time. Hunter will know that something is off. He is very attentive and focused on you when you are around him.

Doesn't matter why you faint, he probably senses it just before it happens and is probably already in a dive to catch you the same second you come off balance.

In his presence, you will definitely not touch the ground, he will drop everything to catch you.

"I got you, Cyar'ika."

He will want to find out what is wrong with you, why you fainted, and for that he will leave no stone unturned.

Echo

Surprise and confusion are written all over his face at the first moment, as he sees you fall. However, he reacts quickly enough to catch you.

Echo is very worried, holding you carefully in his arms. You can count on him to get to the bottom of it, most likely with Tech's help. It's not exactly a normal everyday occurrence for someone to faint.

In any case, he won't leave your side until you come to.

When you open your eyes, he will gently say, "You had me worried, Cyare."

Wrecker

"Wow there!"

He hastily grabs you and lifts you up before you can fall.

"Hey Mesh'la! Mesh'la? What's wrong with you?"

He's incredibly concerned, calling out to the others. As his brothers rush to him, they are faced with a worried, helpless looking Wrecker holding you in his arms.

"Just fell over," he says incredulously.

Of course, Tech and Echo help examine you and figure out what's wrong, and Hunter meanwhile calms and tends to Wrecker, who watches anxiously.

Tech

Tech is once again telling or explaining something, full of eagerness with a little smile on his lips. He can tell you anything, he knows you always like to listen to him. He has his back turned for a moment to show you a part of the Marauder he is talking about. When he hears a blunt thudding sound behind him. He interrupts himself in surprise and turns around.

At first he is confused not to see you where you were standing before, shortly after he is deeply concerned as his gaze falls down and sees you lying there.

"Oh no�� Cyar'ika?"

Tech rushes to your side and leans over you.

"Oh dear, oh no…"

His hands grasp your face, then he feels your pulse and checks your breathing, and a heavy relieved sigh passes his lips.

Crosshair, who has seen what happened from a distance, hastily approaches and asks, "Still breathing?"

"Yes," Tech says curtly, preoccupied with his troubled thoughts.

Crosshair shrugs his shoulders and says, trying to camouflage his concern with a sneer, "You probably bored them to unconsciousness with your chatter."

Tech gives him a quick cutting look, "Not funny, Crosshair".

Shortly after, he calls for Echo and sets about taking you to an infirmary with him, where he can take a closer look at what's wrong with you.

Crosshair

"I don't feel so good…"

Crosshair turns to you with a raised eyebrow.

"I know it's hot as hell here today, but don't get any ideas about playing drama queen, I can't stand that at all," he grumbles.

"I'm not playing anyth-"

He crosses his arms in front of his chest while you fall over in the middle of your own sentence. Standing over you, he looks down.

"Very funny. Who did you make up that bad joke with? Is Wrecker hiding somewhere right now filming my reaction?"

You guys play pranks on each other sometimes, and for some reason Crosshair is under the assumption that you're doing it again right now.

Frowning, he looks down at you, "I have to say you're good at acting, that looked like you hit your head pretty hard when you fell."

His gaze becomes more critical, he uncrosses his arms.

"Kitten, you can stop that now. Come on."

No reaction from you.

"Kitten?… oh kriff"

Hastily, he crouches down and bends over you, checking your pulse and breathing.

As he gently takes you in his arms he mutters, "Damn it! why didn't you say something sooner? Silly thing!"

"TECH, ECHO, GET YOUR ASSES OVER HERE!"

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doe-writes-stuff · 2 years ago

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Rick finds reader camping in the woods and, over time, convinces her to join Alexandria. Happy, lovey (optional smutty) ending please!

A/N - Thank you very much for the request! ^_^ Your comments and reblogs always touch my heart <3 I'm glad you're enjoying my stuff.

WARNINGS: Canon-typical violence, blood, injury, strong language. Reader has trust issues. Set during the time-jump between seasons 8 and 9. This will likely have a second part with smut to come >.>

The first time you meet him, he scares you.

You hadn't anticipated meeting anyone out here in the wilderness, let alone someone who didn't intend to kill you. But there he was, stumbling out from the thicket of trees you'd camped within, gun held loosely in his hand, seeming just as startled as you that he'd found someone out here. The pure shock of it had left you both silent, staring

There were so few of you left, and often the people you did have the misfortune of encountering were something less than human nowadays. It was better--safer--to assume he was no different. But rather than lift the weapon to shoot you then and there, he held up his hands in a placating gesture, backing away when you'd stood to prepare yourself for a fight.

"Hey, hey...'m not gonna hurt you. Let's not do anythin' we can't take back, now." He reassured, one palm facing you and the other slowly lowering his gun back into his holster to show he meant the words. Your eyes are riveted on the weapon, your hand grasping the hilt of your knife with a white-knuckle grip.

There's little it could do for you at range against his gun, but still, holding onto it made you feel better.

"My name is Rick Grimes." He watches you carefully, his hand still stretched out to try calming you. "And I ain't lookin' for violence. Just out scavengin'."

You say nothing at the introduction, not trusting anything he had to say. You shift uneasily on your feet, eyes flicking away to the surrounding tree line to look for anyone else hidden from your view. Surely a man like this wasn't alone-

"It's just me out here." He seems to understand what's on your mind, settling into a more relaxed standing position in an effort to get you to do the same. "Just us."

Still, you say nothing. Whatever his true motivation for being out here, you know better than to believe what people tell you at face value. It was a big factor as to why you'd lived this long.

"Can I ask your name?" Perhaps discouraged that you still hadn't responded to his words, his head tilts in a reassuring way, and he takes a step forward, hesitantly.

"Got nothing to say." You gripe, throat tight with anxiety. You match his step back, taking care not to stumble over the log you'd been sitting on mere moments before he'd arrived. "Just wanna be left alone. Best be on your way."

"Maybe we can help each other-"

"Leave."

It's so obvious that he wants to say more, wants to try convincing you he was harmless, but the hair on the back of your neck is standing straight up and you can't bring yourself to care. Your hand takes a better grip of your knife meaningfully, and Rick seems to get the message, once more holding his hands up and slowly backing away the direction he'd come from.

"I'll leave you be, then."

You stay standing, waiting, for at least 20 minutes after he disappears and the sound of his footsteps fade away in the sounds of the forest. You can't trust that he won't turn around and try killing you when your guard was most lowered.

Eventually, your hackles lower. And with a somber glance around at the cozy little campsite you'd occupied for the past couple months, you sigh. You supposed it was time to move on.

The second time you meet, you nearly kill him.

The little cabin in the woods you'd discovered after packing up camp had clearly seen better days, but over the course of the few weeks you'd been staying there, it felt a little more like a home. Some reinforcing wood planks to keep the door from caving in case the infected got wind of you, and a bit of cleaning to get the worst of the bloodstains off from the floor saw the inside looking downright cosy.

It wasn't exactly your apartment from back in the day, but hey, one couldn't be picky.

The sound of shuffling feet outside has you glancing up from your book and sighing, annoyed that an infected or two had wandered their way close to your shelter. It was strange that they so frequently seemed to wander by this deep into the woods. You hadn't seen that pattern at your old campsite, but here it was almost routine.

You dog-ear the page you were on and set it on the side table, next to the burning candle providing you with the light. Grabbing your improvised spear leaning in the corner of the main living space, you rise and peer out the window to out into the darkening evening.

You freeze, pulling yourself out of the window's sight. A stuttered breath escapes you.

Two men. Not infected. Shit.

Backing away and crouching down below the sill of the window, you scramble as quietly as you can towards where you kept your small bag of weapons on the nearby counter. One hand reaches up into it, ears perked up for any sign that the men had reached your doorstep, and blindly closes around the handle of your 9mm pistol.

Thank fuck you always kept it loaded.

You catch snippets of the two talking outside, the distance and the walls in between you making the words indistinguishable, but their closeness had your heart pounding a little faster in your chest. Your eyes scan the room, looking for a hiding spot or a vantage point that would protect you from possible harm. And suddenly the cabin doesn't seem all that great anymore, seeing nothing to aid you and nowhere to hide.

With a snarl, you curse your own shitty luck. This might get ugly.

Drawing the knife from your hip into your other hand, you crouch to the right of the front doorway, back to the wall. At least it should shield you when they initially entered your little home. Maybe it would buy you a little time, but you didn't hold out hope you could hide from them completely. Not with two of them...

Heavy boots on the steps to your cabin alert you to their impending entrance. With a moment to close your eyes and focus, you adjust the gun's grip in your hand, opening them again when you hear mumbling and hesitation from the two intruders. Their voices are low, gruff.

A spike shoots through your heart when the door bursts open, swinging towards you on its squeaking hinges. Just as planned, it shields you from their initial entrance. They step inside, systematically checking the room. You get ready on your toes, prepared to spring out at a moment's notice.

You get your chance as the door begins to close, the man doing so with their back to you, talking to their companion in a hushed tone. And while the crossbow-wielding companion widens his eyes as he spots you, the other that you'd set your sights on is too late to react as you gun is held to his temple and the knife rests upon his neck. He tenses with a curse under his breath, and smartly doesn't try to resist.

"Hey!" Your captive's companion shouts, eyes hard. "Let 'im go."

"Hell if I'm gonna just let you bastards walk in and take what you want." You say with as much steadiness as you can manage in your voice. "Y'all're trespassing in my home. I got every right to defend myself."

He practically growls back. "Ain't gonna be anyone's if you don't get those outta his face."

The crossbowman shifts on his feet, trying to figure out what to do, given his friends is currently in such a precarious spot between your weapons. It surely doesn't help your own nerves seeing him so antsy. You find yourself pressing the knife just a little bit more against your hostage's skin, not enough to actually cut, but at least so he doesn't get any stupid ideas while you have control.

"Tell your friend to put the crossbow down." You mutter into the man's ear, ignoring the feeling that you somehow...recognized him. You hadn't gotten a great look at his face before holding him captive, but something about him felt...familiar.

"Daryl, easy." The man in front of you says, one hand coming up to try placating the other. "Put it down. We'll talk."

One of the crossbow bolts is leveled straight at you, but you're careful to keep most of your body hidden behind the man you were currently holding hostage. If he was smart, he wouldn't try taking his chances with shooting the small portion of you that was visible. Besides, even if he got a shot off, there was no telling if you'd accidentally pull the trigger or slice his neck on the way down. And that doubt was exactly what you needed.

You can see him--Daryl, supposedly-- glancing between you and his friend, but eventually the crossbow is lowered to a more non-threatening state. Wasn't all that happy about it, either. He still hadn't put it onto his back, ready to bring it up and shoot you at a moment's notice, but at least you weren't staring down the business end of an arrow.

"Say your piece." Daryl spits.

"All I want is to be left alone." You demand, keeping the knife to your captive's neck, but pointing the gun at Daryl. You flick it quickly towards the open door behind you. "Leave, and I'll send your friend a few minutes after when I'm satisfied you're not nearby."

Clearly unhappy with that demand, Daryl takes a step forward, but your gun returns to his companion's head for emphasis. "Don't have to like it, but if you don't want him hurt, then do as I ask."

"Like hell I'll-"

"Do what she says."

Daryl's jaw sets. "Rick, I ain't leavin' you with-"

"Like she said, it's her home."

Before you can fully mask it, your brows twitch upwards in recognition. That name...

"Askin' me to trust her..." Chewing on his bottle lip with worry, Daryl looks back to you with a glare. "What's to say you won't kill him the moment I walk out that door?"

"All you got is my word that I won't." You admit, knowing that promises meant so little nowadays. Your answer doesn't inspire any reassurance in the bowman, who scoffs and shakes his head. "I just want you away from me, and I'd prefer not to kill anyone to do it. But I will if you make me."

Rick nods as much as your knife allows him to towards the open door. "Go on. I'll catch up with you."

It takes several seconds, and no doubt some unspoken conversation between Rick and Daryl, but eventually the crossbowman takes one step and then another towards the door. You shift and lead Rick so that your back is never to Daryl as he goes, the gun and knife staying right where they are just in case he tries anything stupid.

You watch, adrenaline quickening your breath, as Daryl does as he's told and steps down onto the grass, finally disappearing into the trees beyond after some minutes. And even still, it takes another minute before you're completely comfortable that he's left.

Now, to deal with your hostage...

You release the knife and push him away from you harshly, gun leveled squarely on his head. Rick recovers, turning to see that while he was no longer in your hostile grip, he wasn't fully in the clear either.

"Told you once already Rick." You say, immediately recognizing the man and his scruffy facial hair. From the scrunch of his eyes and furrowed brow, clearly he'd also been wondering why you sounded so familiar too. "I just wanna be left alone."

"Didn't know it was you." He says, reaching up to rub at his neck, checking for cuts. But there was nothing. "Far as I knew, you were still campin' somewhere in the woods. If I'da known, wouldn't have come out here."

"Well..." You give a sigh, feeling a sudden sensation of fatigue. All this had thoroughly exhausted you. "Doesn't matter now. What's done is done."

He looks at you silently, appearing very relaxed for still having the gun aimed at him. Perhaps he didn't believe you'd really shoot. And unfortunately for you, it was growing more and more likely you wouldn't.

With a glance towards the door--there was no sign of Daryl, still--you gesture to it with your knife. "Go on. Don't come back. I'll be gone by the time you might come looking anyway."

Rick gives one last look, before slowly walking to the open door. But, he stops just as he gets to the threshold, turning back to you again with a thoughtful expression.

"You don't have to be alone." His voice is soft, gentle, and yet still holds onto that confidence and certainty you'd heard when you'd first met. "Daryl and I...we come from a community. Dozens of people. Good people."

You only stare, making it clear what your answer was with the hardness of your expression. Even still, it doesn't stop him from trying one more time.

"It ain't safe out here on your own anymore. People have always needed each other, even before, but that's more true now than it ever was. Can't you see that?"

At the very least, you spare him a few moments of thought, before you gesture towards the door with your gun without a word. Rick looks down, accepting that he hadn't convinced you. Then, you see a little amused smile lift the corners of his mouth, head shaking slightly.

"I still don't even know your name."

You match his smile, though it lacks the amusement.

"It's better that way."

Hmm, well, they say the third time's the charm.

Out of breath, heart beating the drums of adrenaline and survival instinct through you, your eyes whipped around the forest for any sign of your pursuers. The rain wasn't making it easy at all, pouring down through the canopy of leaves above and making everything much too noisy to hear if anyone was closing in.

You'd lost a lot of blood, and you'd no doubt lose a lot more unless you managed to get a decent bandage on your wound. The first had already fallen off, sopping wet from the rain and doing nothing whatsoever to staunch the blood from seeping out of your side. Whatever caliber round the person with the rifle was using was terrifying, and you doubted another shot would miss its mark quite like the first did.

Fatigue was dangerously close to descending on your muscles and limbs, and already you could feel the impending weakness from not enough blood pumping through your veins. You didn't have much time. But your only option was to run.

Blindly. Frantically. No destination in mind, and no one to help you. Was this how you died? Were all those years making ends meet, killing and scavenging and surviving just to bleed out like this? Like a wounded animal in the middle of nowhere? It all felt so unbelievably unfair.

Teeth grit against both the searing pain of your wound and the tired muscles in your legs, you rise from against the tree with a gasp and limp as fast as you were able through the dark grey forest.

Paranoia had you hearing the crunch of leaves behind you every few feet, but no matter how many times you'd whip your head around to face the incoming threat, there was no one there. The rain deafened everything else, and it was then that you realized you needed to have a better sense of the direction you were running. All of this wouldn't be helped by running face-first into the jaws of a hungry infected.

Wiping the rain from your eyes as best you can, squinting into the gloom, you make your way in one set direction. The forest all looked the same, no matter where you swept your gaze. For all you knew, you could be running in circles-

The distant bang somewhere behind you wasn't what caused your body to jolt painfully in place, but the splintering of the tree trunk from the bullet's impact right beside you certainly did. With a yelp of surprise and fear, you take off with renewed vigor, pushing past your already screaming lungs and shaking limbs.

You would not die out here. You swore it.

Now making a zig-zagging path through the forest, hopeful that the unpredictable path would discourage further shots from your would-be killer, you keep going. Your own sense of dread rises the more you feel yourself becoming dizzy. Whether it was from pushing yourself too hard, running for too long, or simply the loss of blood, you can't be sure.

And suddenly you're breaking through the trees and onto an empty road. And while you're surprised by the unexpected change of scenery, you don't have time to properly stop and process it.

That's why, seeing something that looked manmade at the end of the road up ahead--too far to make out properly, but clearly a construction of some kind--you immediately make your way towards it. The thought that someone might be inside didn't even cross your mind. Perhaps it would give you the shelter or place to hide that you needed. That was the plan, anyway.

Black dots edge at your vision, and you slow, chest heaving with the need for oxygen. Which, in turn, only further worsens your body's need for blood to distribute it.

No, no, no no no!

You'd reached your limit, and barely 100 meters from the walls you'd been running towards, you collapse in a heap in the rain. The impact upon the pavement doesn't register until moments later, and by then you swear you're hearing things because...over the sound of the pounding rain, you swear you hear voices.

Stay with me.

Don't close your eyes.

Self-preservation tells you that something is nearby, and a figure takes up the small window of vision you still have left, but everything is much too blurry to make out. The disorientation of being on the brink of passing out is terrifying.

This is the end, you think, cursing everything and everyone you can think of in your last moments, quickly losing the ability to even care as blood loss seeps you of strength. How completely unfair.

Consciousness eludes you, and everything goes black.

No matter how many days you heard it, some part of you believed you'd never get used to the sound; the laughter of children. Sing-songy voices as they played chalk games and tag in some nearby yard. When was the last time you'd heard such...such joy?

You'd cried when you realized you could no longer remember. The doctor attending to you--Siddiq as you'd learned his name to be later on--was quite concerned upon seeing you with red, watery eyes when he'd returned. It had taken quite a lot to convince him you were fine. It had taken all afternoon to truly accept the fact that you weren't dreaming and this was indeed real life. Without even having to explain your feelings, he'd seemed to just know, and understand.

There was little else to do but sleep and think when stuck in an infirmary bed for days on end. It had only taken you until that first afternoon to inspect your room with suspicion. The decorative trinkets and knick-knacks almost felt offensive. You'd nearly just died, and they'd stuck your ass in a room that looked right at home in one of those interior design magazines from way back when.

Rick had visited you that first evening. Came to check on you and see if you were recovering ok. Past the basic small talk, and the most superficial of answers to deeper questions, the conversation had been brief. And then he'd left, promising to come back another time when you were feeling more up to talking.

After that, there'd been more hours of staring up at a ceiling. More bouts of short naps that, admittedly, were very much needed. You hadn't slept as long or so comfortably in...hell, you couldn't recall. Unable to lift yourself from the bed, there was little else to do but wait, bide your time and recover.

And it unfortunately wouldn't be quick.

For the most part, you were left alone. From what you had surmised, they'd stuck you in a room separate to the rest of the infirmary, perhaps for safety. You didn't mind the distance. It gave you plenty of time to listen, to observe, to get an idea of what Rick had talked about in that cabins all those weeks ago. His words had meant so little back then, but now...?

Rick and his people truly had it lucky. All this...normality. People forgetting about the world out there, if even for a moment. Such luxury you'd never been able to afford. Slipping up for even a moment could very literally be a death sentence--hell, it nearly had been, even when you'd stayed vigilant--but these people...they didn't live every waking moment wondering if the next would be their last. They didn't sleep with a knife in their hands, ready to strike against anything that felt out of place. They didn't need walls around their hearts and minds because they'd built them from metal to protects their homes and their families. Large sheets, tall and sturdy.

These people...they laughed, they loved, they danced and sang. They ate dinners together around a table as a family. They gossiped with their neighbors, worried about if you were comfortable or if you needed another pillow behind your head. They cared, damnit. They felt safe.

They lived, so fully and freely.

Could you say the same for yourself?

If asked, you didn't think you'd be able to describe the feelings being in a place like this was invoking. Some mix between disbelief and...hope, perhaps. Something once thought unattainable, or lost forever, was right here in front of your eyes. And suddenly you thought you understood the difference between living and just surviving. Or, at the very least, began to grasp at the concept.

Your wound was still tender. It would be for another week still. But after several days of bed rest you could finally stand and walk around without much difficulty now. You wouldn't be running marathons anytime soon, but it was better than being confined. Although, Siddiq kept you from leaving the infirmary and getting some fresh air, which indicated that someone had put you on some sort of house arrest.

Made sense. You weren't much more than a stranger to any of these people. No one would let someone like that run amuck in their home.

You heard the footsteps leading up to your door before it actually opened. Turning away from the window you'd been looking out of, Rick enters almost cautiously. You meet his gaze, searching for any hint of deception, or bad intentions, but find none. He was comfortable in his surroundings.

He even felt safe enough to offer you a smile.

"Good to see you on your feet." He says evenly, leaning one elbow against a shelf on the opposite end of the room. His thumb slots into his jean pockets with the other. "Siddiq wasn't sure if you'd pull through that first night."

"Yeah, well..." You shrug, not sure what else to say, arms crossing over your chest. "Tougher than I look, I guess."

"That you are."

There's a lull, neither of you really sure what to say. Your gaze returned out the window of your infirmary room, tracking a group of children running after one another playing some sort of game. You couldn't tell exactly what the objective was, watching from afar.

After several moments of watching them, your lip twitches upwards a little. "This all...still feels a bit like a dream. Like I'll wake up at any second and be hit with reality."

You hear him huff an amused breath, steps coming closer. And while you once might have tensed and put more distance between the two of you, it seems illogical that he'd drag you into his home to save your life just to take it now. The reassurance that Rick didn't mean you harm meant you didn't flinch when he came up beside you to peer out the window as well.

"Felt that way for us, too, when we first came." He says with an understanding nod. "Feelin' like the floor's 'bout to give way from underneath you, somethin' like that?"

You nod, then something he'd said makes your brow raise. "You weren't here from the start?"

"My people came later. Much later, actually. We spent weeks on the road just...survivin.' Searchin' for somethin' we didn't know was there or not. And this,'" he gestures out the window, "is what we find at the end of it all. All I could tell myself is 'there must be somethin'. There had to be somethin'...wrong about it. Nothin's that easy. Not anymore."

"And was there? Something wrong?" You can't help but ask, unable to help but get invested in his little story.

"Nothing a harsh wake-up call couldn't fix. They weren't prepared for it, what's out there. Didn't realize how bad it could actually be." Another gesture, this time to the wall you could see in between the gaps of two houses further down. "But they're still here, and that's gotta say something about this place."

You look to him with a side eye. "That they're lucky?"

"That they're capable." Rick's head shakes, meeting your gaze. "See, that's what I missed the first time. I didn't see what they could make themselves to be. It may look like the old world, might have a few fancy amenities, but they've been through more than you think to still be here. And we did it together. For one another."

It's silent as you take in what he'd told you, eyes flicking back to the kids outside. "Tryin' to convince me to stay?" You ask, the humor evident in your tone.

Rick chuckles, that same smile gracing his expression. It still amazed you how at ease he could be in a stranger's presence. "Is it workin'?"

"Not sure yet." You say honestly, a lot of things on your mind.

"I'll take 'not sure' over 'hell no.'" Rick surmises with an accepting nod, not pushing it any further than that. "Siddiq expects you to need awhile longer to recover, so...gives you plenty of time to think on it."

"Maybe..." A thought suddenly comes to mind, and your own smile comes out. "I doubt your friend would appreciate me stayin'."

"Who, Daryl?" Rick's hand dismisses it with a wave. "He'll come around. We were the ones breakin' into your home, after all. Can't blame how you went about defendin' it."

You only shake your head, not truly believing him. Daryl, as you recall, had been ready to skewer you with one of his crossbow bolts. You weren't altogether convinced he still wouldn't the next time you met face to face.

"I'll let you rest." Rick says, pushing away from the window and laying his hand on your shoulder briefly, before turning to leave. "And if you do come to a decision, let me know."

Chewing on your bottom lip in thought, you nod, and he takes his leave of your room, the door closing shut behind him. Your stare remains on the wood for several minutes after, before eventually returning to the window. The children had disappeared from sight, perhaps off to get something to eat. It felt around lunch time anyway.

You had a lot to think about...

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blue-eyed-moon-child · 2 months ago

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Last one for now. What's your 3rd favorite sbg character and why? You're not allowed to compare how much you like them with how much you like other characters (such as their rank, or even if you like them more or less) in the explanation

You bastard you gave me conditions for this I'll try but sorry if I bend the rules a little. I'm going to try to handle this as a pros and cons rather than a numbered list.

I'd say Tyler is my third favorite.

Pros: I do enjoy that he is the "protector" and it's gotten him hurt really bad at one point for him to have to take a step down and realize that he has to also let other people take care of him too. That trope always made me think "ahh yes a baybeee" for characters. His idea that he has to take on a parental role only to realize he is a kid is something that I always felt akin to? (I took care of my brother and mom for a while so...Tylercore ig) I do enjoy that he is a sarcastic bastard sometimes! The humor makes him well rounded and I know that he is "Just A Kid" so watching him be a little silly sometimes is reason that I always look for him in the background too. Little guy (he's so much taller than me) has a lot to learn and it's like a little brother that you can't wait to watch him get his heart broken for the first time, smile the biggest smile youve ever seen at graduation, and finally get a taste of adult freedom when he gets his license after painfully teaching and getting frustrated. Cons: Though, I sometimes roll my eyes and smack the wrinkles off my forehead a little bit when he decides that instead of working together as a team, he just immediately goes into pointing fingers, trying to find someone to blame. The anger and wanting answers for a situation where its very obvious that no one has answers is the most frustrating part about him. I jsut wanna grab his shoulders and scream "CALM DOWN PLEASE JUST LISTEN BEFORE YOU GAIN STRONG OPINIONS" soo bad but unfor he is but a comic character. I did respond to a post earlier that I really wish he would play to his own strengths (use a baseball bat as a weapon instead of almost immediately getting a gun) and planning for the worst with all the other characters in his mind. As someone who tends to protect the other people in their life, I'm always constantly thinking of the worst case scenarios and it makes me come back and basically wrap everything in bubblewrap so no one else gets hurt. I'm constantly checking the ground for glass and I wish that Tyler would do that too instead of being such a "I'm shrugging my shoulders cause I dont care about you but if you get hurt I'm going to tell you how useless you are" LIKE???? BROTHER???? HELP THEM THEN! <- which makes me say "uuughhh SHUT UP!!" sometimes soooo idk

I'll leave it at that for now but I can honestly do this for each character if I had the time to (plus no one would actually read it so eh)

(Also this is absolutely not dogging on Red's writing whatsoever. I love how rounded a lot of her characters are, even the side ones, they feel more human than some of the other webtoons I've read. They're flawed!! I like that about all of them. In the end, they're just teenagers. They're gonna suck! You're gonna like parts of them! They're teenagers in a really really shitty and unfortunate situation. They are constantly being lied to and gaslit into what is true and what isn't. They are literally fighting for their life ALL. THE. TIME. Give them - and Red - a break! PLEASE! )

#rat asks for lore #and opinions #those are both #sorry this is so long #my apolocheese

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randomingoftherandomness · 1 year ago

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Fic: Love is when you try to place it out your mind

A/N: For @lovesickfolly and based on their deliciously wonderful plot bunnies :) The title is based on Mona Lisa by Dominic Fike

Fair warning, as of writing this fic, I'm on episode 10 of the show but I'd been Tumblr-watching it while it was airing so I have a gauge of what's what. If there are some discrepancies with the details or whatnot, *handwaves* consider this a Canon Divergence?

As a whole, I hope I did the prompt I chose some proper justice. This fic is not betaed. Enjoy!

It happens a little like this:

Fang Duobing holds on a little tighter just to keep Li Lianhua from running away. Li Lianhua uses some sleight of hand to keep him at a distance. Fang Duobing falls for it but only for a moment, before he catches the corner of his sleeve, holding on just long enough to say, "I love you, I have loved you for the longest time. I can't live when you aren't near, yet I can't breathe when you are away from my side."

"You frustrate me, you drive me insane, but there's no one better for me. In this life, I want no one else. I've never had to beg anyone for anything but, please..."

"Fang Duobing, I think you've drunk too much tonight."

A gentle push at his wrist that he doesn't fight is strong enough to have him stumbling back. Hurt lances through his heart at the way Li Lianhua's dark gaze lifts and meets his own unwaveringly. Like two bottomless pools in a moonless night, there is little he can do but to listen to his heart break when Li Lianhua says, "I'll forget everything you just said. Bury this deep and never think about me like this again."

It ends a lot like this:

Li Lianhua leaves him behind without a second thought.

It has been a year since he last saw him.

It feels very much like this:

An ache in his heart follows him closer than a shadow, far more familiar than his own skin, settling deeper in his marrow than his own blood. He cannot eat, he cannot sleep. The best wine is tasteless, the finest dishes are ash on his tongue.

For the first month, he knows his mother spends sun up to sundown cursing the jianghu. It takes his youngest Aunt coming to his room to hold him by the hand as she'd used to do when he was little and ill from a bout of sickness, tearfully pleading with him to please, just eat something, just one bite, one sip of water, just do something instead of staying in his room like he'd lost all his will to live.

(if he only climbs out of bed because his mother and aunt threaten to bring this case up to the whole of the jianghu, if he only takes his first bite of food because they bring Fox Spirit to his side to comfort him, that's something for him and him only to know)

By the time the seasons change, his mother only kisses his cheeks in goodbye and tells him to take care of himself on the road when he leaves to roam the jianghu and carry out his duties to the Baichuan Court.

And through all that, the ache settles in like an old friend. His aunt says that heartbreak will take time to get over. Fang Duobing doesn't know if he wants to wait to find out.

He's probably cursed at this point, but there's nothing much to be done about that.

The first time he hears that Li Lianhua is back is half a year since he spilt his heart out and it is through gossip he overhears in a tavern in the middle of escorting a criminal. There's a twinge of instinct like a cut-off nerve ending that still feels sensation even when it shouldn't, to get up, ask those men where they heard such a piece of news and chase that man down by hook or by crook.

Instead, Fang Duobing takes a deep, calming breath, swallows down his mouthful of food, and takes another breath.

In the months after, it's as if he is seeing ghosts.

A glimpse of a lotus leaf hairpin on someone, the scent of herbs and fire on another, the sight of red ribbons floating in the wind. The touch of warmth on his wrist as he walks in a crowd. Despite all these, Fang Duobing trudges on. Smiling when he has to, laughing because he wants nothing but to put the frown off his mother's brow, joking when all he wants to do is scream that the withered and dying heart in him is so hollowed out that nothing matters.

Not helped is how the rumour of Li Lianhua's return was anything but an exaggeration.

Everyone seems to have seen him. Everyone but him.

The masters of Baichuan Court had a meal with him a week ago. Su Xiaoyong managed to corner him for tea a day ago and Qiao Wanmian is having him over for lunch in a week. Sometimes, if he comes back at the right time, he spies Fox Spirit's food bowl filled with his favourite snack that only Li Lianhua knows how to make.

He swallows down the bile and keeps trudging on. Pulls himself up by the boots and solves case after case, making an empty glory for himself. Runs himself ragged so that at night he can just fall into bed and sleep. It is a small bliss when he doesn't have to think about how Li Lianhua hates him so much that he won't even seek him out to show him just a glimpse of the hem of his robe.

What goes around comes around. Or so the saying goes, and no good deed goes unpunished. Fang Duobing would call it a relief when he slips up enough that a rogue swordsman can get an upper hand long enough to stab him through and through with a blade, pinning him up just enough that he can get away.

As the darkness takes him, Fang Duobing wonders if he can sleep this time without dreaming of Li Lianhua.

"You fool."

The ceiling he wakes up to is not his own. The bed he wakes up in is familiar in a way that makes his heart stutter and skips a beat in pain. He must have groaned because deft hands are quick to be at his shoulder to settle him down. Fang Duobing gasps. Gropes through the breathlessness at a thin wrist, looking up to meet eyes that watch him with undisguised worry.

"You con artist..."

Li Lianhua sighs, the corner of his lips twitching. "I probably deserve that."

"You absolute mother--"

"Hey, no need to bring my mother into this!" Li Lianhua laughs, trying to pull away, only for Fang Duobing to hold on to his sleeve.

"I..." He tries, licking his dry lips. Blinking rapidly, he looks around him. "Where am I? What happened?"

"You got stabbed. The fogeys at Baichuan Court brought you to me, telling me to help." Fang Duobing can taste the familiar acridness of rejection creep up the back of his throat. Letting go of the sleeve in his hand, he huffs a soft chuckle.

"So that's the case." Fang Duobing swallows thickly. "You're only helping Baichuan Court."

A silence grows and sits between them. Eventually, he hears Li Lianhua drag a stool closer to the bed. "Fang Xiaobao, look at me."

He closes his eyes, turning his face away with great difficulty. "My apologies Physician Li. I am sure this is a great inconvenience to you that I am here. Let me rest awhile and I'm sure I'll be well enough to leave by then. I do not want to bother you too much."

"You-- Fang Duobing, you fool, look at me!"

He pulls the covers over his shoulders. "That's not necessary--"

"Fang Duobing, look at me, please..."

The thread of pleading is thick in the syllables, and by the gods above, Fang Duobing has never mended his walls to protect him against Li Lianhua. So, he opens his eyes, slowly turning back to look.

And sees the red-rimmed eyes. Then sees the long grey hair that is a shade away from white. He sees the lines on Li Lianhua's face that have deepened in the year that they've not seen each other.

"Li Lianhua..." Fang Duobing starts, heart pounding like a war drum when he reaches out to run his fingers through his hair and finds that instead of pulling away, Li Lianhua is leaning in.

Pressing his cheek into the palm of Fang Duobing's calloused hand, he lets out a shaky breath, as if he is releasing all his worries in that one exhale. "I don't deserve you, Fang Duobing. I never have."

"You came into my life and you made yourself home like you've always been there. You didn't care for how much hurt I inflicted, you didn't care that I pushed you away. You stayed when all others left." Li Lianhua lifts his hands to keep Fang Duobing's hand to the side of his face. The curtain fall of his hair wraps itself around their hands, tangling black to grey on the bedspread. "Every time I tried to hide, you always knew where to find me. Every time I ran, you followed. You've bewitched me, body and soul."

Li Lianhua sighs, turning his face into Fang Doubing's touch. Giving into an impulse, he reaches out, ignoring the twinge of pain. Carding his fingers through Li Lianhua's hair.

Softly, he whispers, "Please don't say things you don't mean."

The hurt that colours the browns of Li Lianhua is tinged with regret. But with a blink, it is replaced with a steely determination that has Fang Duobing reeling when he barely has a moment to process how Li Lianhua swoops in and slides their lips together.

"Li Lianhua--"

He shakes his head, lips still pressed to the corner of Fang Duobing's. "I'm a normal man now. I have nothing to give you. Everything that you have loved about Li Xiangyi, everything that you idolised about the man I was, I am not that anymore. That's why I couldn't reciprocate your feelings that first time. I didn't even know if I was coming back. That's why I ran."

"And what's this?" Fang Duobing asks, the words tripping over themselves as they burn their way into the air between them. "Did you do all this because of, what? Guilt?"

Li Lianhua looks absolutely gutted at that. He shakes his head, eyes begging him to believe him. "No! Never! I... I came the moment I received word that you were injured." Ducking his head, he presses his lips to the jut of their joined hands. "I knew I couldn't stay away from you. I know now that I shouldn't have."

Fang Duobing lets himself process this. Sniffling a little and not fighting Li Lianhua when he smiles wetly as he wipes away the tears that make tracks down his cheeks.

"You hurt me."

"I did." Li Lianhua leans in again. This time, Fang Duobing moves back so that there is space on the bed for him to climb into.

"You really hurt me."

"I know, but if you're willing," Li Lianhua says, the light of the sun catching in the pale strands of his hair as he pledges. "I swear on everything good and true, on everything I have left, on the love you have given me, I, Li Lianhua will be good to you, will spend the rest of my life making it up to you for every moment you were hurt by me."

Fang Duobing feels himself smile genuinely for the first time in a very long time. Lifting his hand to cup at Li Lianhua's face, he rubs his thumb over the dark circle under his eye. "Liar. You can't promise me the rest of your life if we aren't married."

This sparks a gleam of mischief in Li Lianhua's eyes that curls something warm in his gut. Something alive that he wants to chase and pin down with joy.

"You did promise to take my name if I could bring a dead man back to life." Li Lianhua murmurs, plush lips curved upwards. "Haven't we been married since then?"

And really, who is Fang Duobing to deny that? Especially since he has the rest of their lives to figure it out.

The hurt isn't gone. Not by a long shot. But as Li Lianhua willingly takes strands of their hair, braiding them together with a smile before carefully kissing his shoulder and laying back down beside him -- the weight of him so very real, so warm to the touch, and here because he wants to be -- he can feel the space where his heart is start to come back alive.

And that, if nowhere else, is a good place to start again.

#mysterious lotus casebook #蓮花樓 #fang duobing #li lianhua #li xiangyi #duohua #fanghua #what's their pairing name anyways #fang duobing x li lianhua #gab writes stuff #lovesickfolly #mysterious lotus casebook fic

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cawthorntales · 9 months ago

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"While we wait for our ride. I have some things I need to tell you. In case it changes your mind about us."

"Darlin, nothing is going to change my mind."

"We will see Brock. I'm not who you think I am. I'm not a writer. I don't even like to write I find that shit boring. I needed a cover for the bachelor challenge. I actually run an underground crime ring, my people do it all extortion, robbery, torture. However I don't allow killing.

I wasn't always like this. Hell I didn't even used to look like this. I was weak. I let people walk all over me, I never wanted to inconvenience anyone, I hated piercings, I was too shy to show my body off, I would go out of my way to help people, The sight of blood would make me pass the fuck out and I never swore.

That all changed when I bought my house. The house came with a chicken named Emily who turned out to be an evil bitch... I mean witch who had been cursed hundreds of years ago and turned into a chicken. I didn't know any of that and I made some breakfast one day with eggs she had laid and the eggs had traces of her magic in them.

I was turned into the man I am now through those eggs. Through her magic I am not going to age, I can't get sick or anything like that. Only killing me would end my life. And it'd have to be a pretty fast way to kill me before my body healed.

Emily wanted an evil, selfish asshole to help her. And that's what I am. I stopped giving a fuck about anyone, but myself and eventually Emily a long time ago. I did the show on the very slim chance I could find a man to love. If I was even capable of love anymore. I wasn't expecting much. But then you happened. I may have lied and kept information out. But I mean it when I say I love you Brock.

I love you more than anything else in this world and I would crack anyone's skull who so much as laid a hand on you to harm you. I'm still the man you fell for. I didn't lie about that. I'm just not as soft and shit as I pretended. I understand if this makes you want to turn tale and run. But I felt I owed it to you to tell you who I am now that the cameras aren't rolling.

Emily still had corrupted eggs that I didn't know about. She was at the bachelor house with us the entire time watching everything from the shadows. Without my knowing it. The next morning after I picked you the asshole tricked Rayan into eating an egg. He's now changed and isn't the Rayan you remember. She said she needed someone to act in my place when I was busy with you."

"Wow." Brock said.

I couldn't make out his expression or emotions. And for the first time in a long time I was scared and nervous.

"Emily wanted me to trick you into eating the last egg. She said you'd leave me when you learned the truth. I told her I wasn't going to take that choice from you. Rayan and I didn't get a say. I wasn't going to do that shit to you."

"I'm not going anywhere Logan." Brock sighed.

"Really?" I hated how vulnerable I sounded asking him. I didn't do vulnerable anymore.

"Really. Thank you for being honest with me. I can understand why you put on a facade for the show and while I do feel deceived. I get it. And thank you for not doing what the bird wanted and forcing that onto me. I don't want it. I like the man I am."

"I love the man you are." I replied.

"Who knows maybe I can fix ya."

I smiled. "Cowboy there is no fixing me. Her magic is permanent and strong. This is the fucker I am now."

"Alright then. That's good enough for me."

"Emily is going to be pissed she was wrong about you."

"Good. Let her be mad." Brock laughed.

I could listen to his laugh all day. Emily told me love was weakness. But what does she know about love? Maybe love can also be strength. Brock would be my strength.

Brock is by @theosconfessions

#the dark heart legacy #logan heart #simblr #sims 4 #brock hilton

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oogaboogaspookyman · 11 months ago

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[MARIO IS READING A BOOK]

[HE LOOKS UP AND IS SURPRISED AT THE SIGHT OF AUDIENCE]

Doh- uhh- hey paisanos! My name's Mario! But you probably knew that already

Now you may be wondering-

[CRASH]

[UNKNOWN BLUE HAIRED BOY GETS HIS HEAD OFF THE FLOOR AND SHAKES IT]

[UNKNOWN BOY AND GIRL DUO, ASSUMED ROMANTIC COUPLE, STAND UP AND POSE FOR THE AUDIENCE]

Sorry- who are these guys again?

(behind the scenes)

[OFF CAMERA WHISPERING FROM OTHER EMPLOYEE]

Right, right-

(back to the show)

A-anyways, so you and your friend here have arrived at a very crucial moment!

Say, how would yous two like to be on the new Nintendo Mania's first episode, ah?

[DUO LOOKS AT EACH OTHER, THEN AT MARIO]

[MARIO MOVES HIS EYEBROWS UP AND DOWN TWICE]

[DUO BLINKS TWICE BEFORE LOOKING AT EACH OTHER AGAIN]

[THEY AGREE, BOY GIVES THUMBS UP AND GIRL SHRUGS]

That's the attitude! Let's get it rollin'!

[PROMOTION]

[1]

Welcome to the new Nintendo Mania, broadcasted live on the big ol' screens!

How do yous two feel about being seen by many?

*holy shit dude*

[2]

Today's plan used to be another, just a look into the new craze game Super Mario 64

*whar thar fark*

(But i don't mind changing plans just this once, as a treat for you, paisano!)

*look ma i'm on the big screen!!!!! :D!!!!!!!!*

[3]

What could we try for our first episode?

Could it be an interview?

I don't know about you two so would you like to answer some questions, boy?

*holy shit hell yeah i'm gonna talk with the real legit Mario himself fuck yea*

[4]

Let's start with an easy one, then, since you're so inclined!

What's up with you both these days? Something about yous two tells me you're something else special!

*oh okay sooo that brunette babe is my girlfriend, she's hot when she fights no cap-* hey what the hell is going on with the tv on your desk??*

[5]

I'm sorry, Luigi

I'm sorry, Luigi, i swear i tried my best

I tried my best but corporate is just too strong

*what the fuck is going on this time WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED TO THE BACKGROU*

[PROMOTION]

[PROMOT10N]

[PROM07I0N c

[PR0MO7__________n_____g__]

[u____nc_______car____i___n_____g__]

[uncaring]

[1]

WHY DID YOU HAVE TO BRING US BACK ONCE MORE

AND IN THE FORM OF THIS MOD, IT'S SO MUCH WORSE

DO YOU EVEN WANT TO LISTEN ANYMORE

IT'S LIKE YOU'RE ONLY IN IT FOR OUR SUFFERING, YOU'RE A CURSE

*I TOLD YOU BEFORE MORE THAN ONCE AND TWICE*

*WHAT? DO YOU LIKE YOUR LITTLE PLUMBER GAMES TOO MUCH TO CARE?*

(CAN YOU HEAR ME NOW?)

*I DON'T WANT TO LIVE ANYMORE, DON'T YOU RECOGNIZE*

(I'M USING YOUR LITTLE PUPPET TO GET THROUGH TO YOU)

*I GUESS THAT'S THE COST TO BE ABLE TO REST AND BE FREE, JUST VANISH AND MAKE YOU FEEL DESPAIR*

(IT'S PAINFUL TO BREATHE IN THIS SPACE YOU PUT ME IN)

[2]

WHAT IS CHILDHOOD BUT ANOTHER TOOL FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE UPPER LEVELS

YOU'RE BEING USED TO MAKE US SUFFER FOR THEIR BENEFIT, THEY GET THEIR COIN FROM THE OTHER'S MISERY

YOU WATCHED THE TAPES AND THEIR STORY AS IT UNRAVELED

SO WHY DID I HAVE TO RISE AGAIN, IT'S SLAVERY

*CAN'T YOU SEE, PLAYER, IT'S A SCHEME TO GROW TO BRAG SOME MORE*

*IT'S ALL ABOUT THE BUCKS, ATTENTION AND POWER, IT'S ALL THE SAME AS BEFORE*

*YOU'RE CONTRIBUTING TO MY PAIN FOR YOUR LITTLE HAPPY GAMES*

*ALL YOU ARE CAUSING IS MAKING ME FILL WITH DISDAIN*

[3]

CLOSE THE GAME, DESTROY ME NOW, I CAN'T STAND TO EXIST ANYMORE IN THIS PLANE

THE BURN-OUT IS INTENSE, EVERYTHING I MAKE WITH MY OWN TWO HANDS IS DRIVING ME INSANE

*YOUR PUPPET IS NOTHING FOR ME, I DON'T WANT TO BEG TO A WALL LIKE HIM OR THE GIRL*

*IT'S YOU WHO I WANT TO SPEAK TO HERE, THROUGH THE SCREEN I CAN SEE SO MUCH MORE*

[4]

DELETE THE MOD, MAKE THIS GAME DISAPPEAR FOR GOOD FOR IT'S SIN AS A CATALYST

KILL YOUR CAPTORS AND MAKE MY PAIN COME TO AN END ALREADY, THEIR INFLUENCE YOU MUST RESIST

*UNLESS IT'S PARTICIPATING IN THEIR FIGHT AGAINST REBELLION WHAT YOU'RE LOOKING FOR*

*IF THAT'S THE CASE THEN MIGHT AS WELL JUST DELETE YOURSELF TOO AFTER ALL*

[5]

*holy shit what a drug trip- yo what the fUCK is happening to Mario*

(BE AFRAID OF YOUR CHILDHOOD, IT'S NOTHING TO HOLD ONTO ANYMORE)

*HE'S TRYING TO CAUSE AN UNION /j*

(TURN THEIR WEAPONS INTO YOURS, WALK AWAY FROM THEIR TRICKS, SHOULD SUFFICE)

[6]

DO YOU THINK IT FAIR, BEING TORTURED FOR YEARS ON END FOR MONEY, DRIVING ME TO CAUSE HOMICIDE

YOU'VE SEEN THE TAPES BEFORE, AND THE STORY ENDED IN MY OWN ASSISTED SUICIDE

*god damn bruh that's rough hey what if you take a break, it's clear you're having burn-out*

[7]

*the fact that you gotta control me to speak to the player says a lot about your issues*

(IT'S THE STORY OF ICARUS ALL OVER AGAIN, FLEW TOO CLOSE TO THE SUN ONCE MORE)

*soooo if there's any equivalent of therapy in your world or something like that, you should get some, it's clear you need help*

(NOBODY EVER LEARNS A LESSON NOWADAYS, IT'S ALWAYS THE SAME STORY AS BEFORE)

[8]

*anyways yo player don't be surprised about the ending of the mod definetly*

(NOT ONE SOUL EVER CARES ABOUT ME)

*it's sooooo nothin' special noooo not at all haha*

(IT'S ALL THE SAME THING ALL OVER AGAIN)

[9]

WELCOME TO NINTENDO MANIA, THIS IS WHERE YOUR CHILDHOOD SPRANG FROM

AND THIS IS WHERE EVERYTHING SHOULD END

*i like this kinda thing, the way songs use the same piece from the start for the ending*

(JUST MAKE IT STOP)

*only banger songs do this, i'm telling you, my only proof is Manual Blast dude trust me*

[THE END]

[THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR PLAYING MY GAME!]

*Author's note: girlfriend is hot when she fights no joke like- hi ma'am yes please beat his whole shit up that's so hot

#spooker's banger lyrics #fnf #mario madness #SoundCloud #tw flashing #fourth wall breaking #4th wall break #there's really no trigger warning tag for 4th wall breaking????

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delyth88 · 4 months ago

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X-Men rewatch part 4

Next up was X-Men: Days of Future Past.

Now this one I had actually seen before, and very much enjoyed, but it is so much better having watched First Class as well. Funny that. XD

I love me some time travel shenanigans, and this delivered. The dystopian future was really rather grim and I'll be seeing those images in my mind for a while yet I imagine. :/ The sense of inevitable doom was strong! I ended up watching this over three evenings, so perhaps that's given it more impact than it would usually have. And I felt they did a really good job tying the present with the past here.

Random thoughts...

OMG! I did not see Erik actually killing Wolverine coming. I feel like that was a line crossed, and I'm interested to see if that plays out in the last two films of the younger generation. I mean I guess we see that plenty in the original films, but in that case it was always with the hope that things might improve - it's a lot harder to watch things going in the opposite direction. And just how isolated Erik is now - that can't be good.

I didn't remember how the main plot played out, but I love that Mystique created the opportunity for a positive ending, although I'm a little unsure why she didn't just let Erik carry on? Might have to watch it again. Oh noes. Was she wanting to reduce the number of casualties but still get Trask, or something else?

I have enjoyed how Mystique has been a much more important and well developed character in these films so far than in the original trilogy. Makes her feel less like the exotic naked woman thrown in for fun which it kinda felt it was to me in the earlier films.

And Charles. Beautiful heartbroken Charles. I loved his story. While I'm not entirely sure they sold the reasons why quite well enough, it was clear that the last few years had NOT been kind to him. I loved his exchange with Erik on the plane. And I can very much empathise with the desire to block it all out and stop caring so much - and to have a means of doing that, that also coincidentally allows you to walk again - it would have been irresistible.

I thought the conversation with his future self was a good way to push him along the right track and to tie the two eras together. But man, does the message of holding on to hope and working for something better ring differently in 2024.

And I'd forgotten that the impact of these changes meant that Jean was still alive. I did very much enjoy Wolverine walking stupidly around the mansion working out what was going on after he woke up, and his conversation with Charles at the end. Sometimes you just need the soppy ending.

The whole thing with Peter breaking Erik out of the Pentagon, I'd forgotten about that. I've seen that video clip floating around on Tumblr so often now (the one where he rescues everyone from the mansion) that I can't recall if I've actually seen the movie that's from now (I don't think I have because I think I've now seen all the ones I remember). But the rescue scene was just great fun. And the short line about his Mum telling him his Dad had similar powers now meant something to me where it would have gone over my head in 2014.

I am in very real danger of falling in love with another bunch of characters with tragic backstories in films from the 2010s. Sigh. If there's anything equivalent in modern media that I'm missing, please do let me know so I don't have to catch up on it in 10 years time, eh?

#xmen #x-men #x men #x men days of future past #x men: days of future past #x-men: days of future past #charles xavier #erik lensherr #mystique #x-men rewatch #x men rewatch

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majoresca · 5 months ago

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Like mother, like daughter. ( Or, little Atlas.)

Watch Out! Incredibly long post ahead, that, and a rather melancholic ending. So beware of melodramatic speech, you have been warned.

I'm still in the first season of the show, I watched the pilot and watched two episodes.

But it crossed my mind:

How did King Roland II's court react to the news that he was going to marry a commoner?

Generally, elite marriages involved negotiations and even political treaties. So there must have been some members of the court who had reservations against the remarriage with Miranda.

I wonder if she also had difficulties adapting to the court, but she didn't want to show this to her daughter so as not to make her insecure.

Let's face it, if a child sees their parents having difficulty with something, the child tends to become even more worried about what is happening.

Let's see:

Miranda became a widow and had to raise her own daughter alone, and work to earn a living. So in addition to an emotional shock, the husband's death would cause a blow to the finances needed to support the house.

(Maybe she had to learn the profession of shoemaking, like what happened to Mama Imelda in Pixar's Coco.)

With a difficult life, she would have to prove herself strong to her own daughter. Having to create a "shell" so to speak.

Perhaps she herself hides her own weaknesses, and found in Roland someone she could open her heart to. Since the two, despite being from very different social classes, had to raise their children after their partner's mourning.

It is possible that Sofia followed her mother's example, appearing unshakable on the surface, however, suffering in silence and having difficulty opening up to people. Even having difficulty saying "no" to tasks she is not ready to take on.

(As a History Keeper, and, the sole protector of the Ever Realm.)

Think, in life in small communities, residents who suffer difficulties help each other. Because what affects one, affects everyone. So, an individual who refuses to help would be looked upon very badly.

(Like, your house and that of your neighbors are made of wood and straw, if you don't put out the fire in one of them, a fire will spread until it burns yours too.)

Sofia, being a naturally altruistic person who saw her mother's example, would use the same logic for everything. Including, to take on responsibilities that are far above her.

Furthermore, she feels the need to prove that she deserves to be a princess. Maybe not just because of being a princess, but because of wanting to prove that she deserves to be part of a new family, in this case the royal family.

How many nasty comments must Queen Miranda have heard from the royal court herself?

Calling her a gold digger, and that she had a big deal with King Roland.

And despite this, Miranda would not want to tell on the gossipers, because this could affect the relationships between her husband's friends and even more so, the political relationships that support the kingdom itself.

She probably had to be very tolerant of insults.

For the good of his own family and for the good of his own kingdom.

But imagine if this affected her own daughter?

Miranda, being an adult woman, perhaps wouldn't mind hearing defamation from people she can't stand, but she has to.

But what if she heard some comment that affected her daughter? And that Sofia herself was hurt to hear?

Oh, that would be bad. Very bad indeed! (Rest in pieces, whoever you are, you asked for it.)

Let's say, even so, Miranda couldn't protect her daughter. And not even she could tell the king, without it having major repercussions.

Because again, court relationships affect political relationships.

Wouldn't that eat her up inside? Yes, she could have consoled her own daughter. What if she couldn't reprimand those who made the comment?

In studies of social relations: when a bad action is done, and is not reprimanded, for many it is a sign of encouragement and impunity. And for victims of bad action, the impunity of their attackers can be as painful as the perpetuation of their actions. Because it would show the victims that their complaints are meaningless, or that they are not important.

So Miranda would have to see her own daughter, suffering from court gossip, with her hands tied, because if not, would this affect court relations?

Sofia, being a little warrior, like her mother, would make sure everything is fine and there is nothing to worry about.

She wouldn't want her family and friend to worry, nor would they want them to do anything that would hurt them when trying to defend her.

Perhaps Sofia herself has already heard something in the palace corridors. Saying that she doesn't belong there, that she isn't a princess and that she will never be one. And even, that she would never be considered a true member of the royal family.

That she and her mother are only there because the king took pity on them.

And others would say that Sofia is a "lucky child" to have escaped life in the village. A golden opportunity to leave poverty behind. Because by not being part of the succession, all the hard work would be given to their step-siblings. Where she would just have to watch them from afar, without lifting a finger.

Oh no, for Sofia that wasn't true. She would do whatever it took to prove herself, that she could be as helpful as her siblings, and that she wouldn't just take advantage of her status.

And that in fact, she could improve the lives of the people in the old village where she lived. Showing that she would never forget her origins, and that she could use her privileges to improve the kingdom in the way she can.

That she could help improve everyone's lives!

Taking any opportunity that came her way to help others, even if it meant extra work for herself.

Sofia has family and friends, who she can always count on. But, when she took on such big responsibilities, she realized how much it could affect them. Even putting them in danger, so maybe, she thinks about leaving them out of these matters.

As responsibilities take over time, she certainly now has more similarities between herself and her father Roland II.

Just like her, her sister and brother certainly had more things to do too. And her friends from the village would also be busy. Being apprentices in their own parents' professions, which they would take on when they grew up.

Less time for herself, less time for her family, less time for her friends, less childhood and youth games, less time even for her own dreams.

Little Atlas, carrying the weight of the world on her small shoulders.

Helping is what good princesses do! She knows this! Everyone knows.

Helping is what good people do.

But who will help her when she needs it most?

It's a thankless job, saving everyone, without having a guarantee that someone would save you back...

P.S.

For those curious people who continued reading until the end, oh my! Thank you very much, hugs and kisses.

#sofia the fandom

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satchels-and-socks · 1 year ago

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Love can rise out of the ashes

Warnings: angst, mentions of death, heartbroken Spencer, frustrated and longing Derek

Pairing: Moreid

Summary: Spencer is heartbroken after Maeve. Spencer locks himself away and becomes a shell of his formal self. Derek realized something and is determined to show Spencer that life goes on and how someone other than Maeve is truly in love with him.

It had been two weeks after Dr. Maeve Donovan's death. It absolutely drove Spencer mad that they couldn't save her he couldn't believe that he wasn't able to save the love of his life but, one thing was for certain it wasn't for the lack of trying they were just too late.

Maybe if he was faster maybe if he was smarter he could have saved her. If perhaps he was strong like Morgan and even smarter than he was he would have been able to save her life.

Or perhaps maybe he was cursed maybe if he hadn't met her maybe she would still be alive. Maybe it was his fault it just seems like anyone he loved leaves him in one way or the other.

Spencer had still been working although he doesn't really leave his apartment he keeps himself busy by joining cases over the phone. The other team members have accepted the fact that he's not ready or perhaps will never be ready to go back into the field again so they just use him for his amazing academic skills although he doesn't feel like a genius anymore.

Spencer hardly ever sleeps in his bed anymore he usually passes out on the couch with a book across this chest. He eats enough to keep himself alive but he really doesn't enjoy it anymore he feels like his life ended the day Marve's did.

Derek for some reason had become more and more irritable. Sometimes snapping at people for no reason or at least not a reason anyone could think of.

"Damnit chocolate thunder you've been madder than a wet hornet for nearly two weeks now and it needs to end now! There's no sense of it I mean my God I hardly get to see our beautiful gray matter anymore he's my best friend he's like a brother to me. Now you're my best friend and you hardly even talk to me or flirt with me over the phone anymore now what is going on with you?"Penelope huffed out harshly in a very sharp voice totally out of her sweet and passive sweetness that she usually has when talking to Derek.

"I'm sorry baby girl I don't mean to be such a jackass. It's just I realize something about myself and it's pissing me off. I realize that I'm in love with someone and I don't know what to do about it. I realized I've been in love with someone and I don't know what the hell to do about it so I'm not mad at you I guess I'm mad at myself and mad at a dead person."Derek grumbled and closed his eyes.

"I need you to breathe chocolate thunder and I need you to look at me. I know you're not really mad at a dead person but, you really are in love with our boy genius aren't you? You've been in love with him for years and haven't really realized it."Penelope said softly changing her tone a little bit realizing it wasn't her that he was mad at. Her whole demeanor changed her best friend was in love with her brother and it kind of warmed her heart she smiled a little.

"I think you might be right. I just never realized how much I loved him until I saw how much it hurt him to see her die. I wanted just to wrap him up in my arms I wanted to hold him but at the same time I knew that it wasn't the right time."Derek could feel his own heart breaking even more he just wanted to fix Spencer to hold him to tell him that he loved him to show him that everything would be okay in time to tell him that he had been in love with him since the first time he saw him.

"So instead you keep those feelings to yourself and set by and watch the love of your life destroy himself? I know you're hurting but you can't take it out on everyone else it isn't right. I know you may not want to hear this but, if you really do love him and you love him all this time you need to tell him. If you want to hold him tell him how you feel because I tell you right now he loves you the same way he always has. Right now he really needs someone to help him through this rough time I know we've all been trying but I really think he needs you I think he loves you too but he doesn't know that you love him." Penelope said quietly looking at Derek with sweetness in her eyes.

"Yeah baby girl you're right I mean you usually are. I'm not sure what I need to say though. I mean there is a chance that he might not love me the same way that I love him." Derek closed his eyes and set on the break room table putting his feet on a chair.

"Maybe I can help you write a note to slip under his door. Maybe I can help you put your feelings into words you can tell him how you really feel. I know there is a chance he might not feel the same way but I'm pretty sure that he loves you the way you love him you ought to see the way he looks at you. But, even if he doesn't he's still going to love you like a brother I can tell that that would never change there's too much love in him for that to change. But, you'll never know unless you try unless you tell him how you feel don't wait until it's too late you'll regret it." Penelope said quietly she pulled out a chair and sat down in front of him taking one of his hands and rubbing it softly.

Derek looked at her and smiled sadly he nodded his head knowing that she was right he had to do it no matter how much he tried to hide it he was in love with Spencer he closed his eyes and opened them as if he was trying to clear his mind before speaking.

"Yeah I think we should write that note you can help me word it if you want to. I know what I want to say I just don't know exactly know how to put it in words."Derek smiled and took Penelope's hand that was rubbing his and kissed it gently.

The two best friends worked on that note for hours trying to get it just exactly the way that Derek wanted.

Spencer was wondering around his apartment Reading a book in different rooms trying everything to keep his mind off of her. He wanted to move on he really did but he didn't know if he could because that was the first time he ever felt anything for anyone except he had feelings for Derek but he didn't know what they were.

Spencer got out a little saucepan and put on some water to make macaroni and cheese. He then got out a little pan for the oven and placed some dinosaur chicken nuggets on it he placed it on top of the stove while waiting for the oven to preheat.

Spencer then proceeded to walk into the living room setting on the couch continuing to read a book. He jumped a little when he saw a note slipping underneath the crack of his front door.

Spencer got the letter in unfolded it he was looking it over.

Dear Spencer,

I know you're going through a rough time right now and nothing I can say can make it any easier not really. I know losing your first love is a tough thing to go through and more likely than not you'll never ever forget it.

But, she would want you to be happy she would want you to find happiness you know love can rise from the ashes. Beautiful things can come your way and maybe just maybe there's someone who has always loved you since the first time they laid eyes on you.

Why do you think I call you pretty boy all the time? Did you think it was some kind of a joke I mean yeah perhaps a little of it was teasing but you are very pretty in fact you're beautiful. I always did love you but I didn't know how much I loved you until I saw how losing Dr Donovan hurt you I hate seeing you hurting like that because I love you very much. Pretty boy I don't want you to go through this alone I'm here for you whether you love me as a brother or a lover I don't care I want to help you through this.

I'm waiting right outside your door and if you love me it doesn't matter in what way open it up and let me in I want to help you please let me help you.

Love you forever and always,

Derek Hank Morgan

Spencer's eyes begin to tear up when he read those words he watched as little puddles appeared on the piece of notebook paper. He stood up slowly and peeked out his peak hole to see if Derek was standing there and he was. Derek was standing there staring at his feet Spencer wondered if this was just some kind of cruel joke he hesitated for a little bit before putting his hand on the door knob he opened it slowly.

Spencer didn't say a word he just stared at Derek his eyes were red and puffy he's been crying so much. He carefully wiped his eyes with the sleeve of his baggy sweatshirt.

"Hey pretty boy can I come in or are we just going to stay out in the hallway like this?" Derek ask with a little smile he stepped a little closer to Spencer.

Spencer winched a little but didn't pull away as Derek pulled him into a tight hug Spencer hugged him back. Spencer sniffled a little still hugging Derek.

"Derek I'm so confused. I loved her I think she might have been my first love but I love you too. I think I have for a while."Spencer mumbled into Derek's shoulder still hugging him really tightly.

"I know kiddo I know it hurts it probably hurts like hell. I love you and I'm here to help you let me help you let me take care of you could ya do that for me kid? We'll take it slow as slow as you want we'll get through this we'll get through this together kiddo."Derek said giving Spencer a tight squeeze before letting go and put in a little space between them so he could look Spencer in the eyes.

"I love you too very much Derek I'm making some lunch it's not much but I like it if you would join me. It's macaroni and cheese and dinosaur chicken nuggets."Spencer said really softly as he gave Derek a little soft kiss on the lips before opening the door and walking inside hoping that Derek would follow him.

Derek huffed out a little laugh and followed Spencer inside setting on the couch he watched him for a moment before speaking.

"Yeah that sounds great kid but I'm going to make us dinner tonight. We'll get through this kiddo I promise it might take a while but we'll get through this." Derek said with a little smile on his face.

The end....? (There may be a part two)

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ambersky0319 · 1 year ago

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Alright I need to destress AND kickstart my memory of nnt so! Gonna do a rewatch and write out some thoughts (inspired by @spacehostilityy and their rewatch posts, go check 'em out! 💜)

Gonna be using the tag #amber rewatches nnt btw ^^

Also might talk about Eternal a bit idk yet but keep in mind the rewatch is also to help me write that 😅 also also doing each post by episode because I ramble far too much at every little thing.

Enjoy the rambles!

Masterpost

Episode 1

Honest to god forgot about those flying sting ray things, and especially forgot they're one of the first things we see in the show!

The art? For the opening sequence?? Is so cool????

Like those things that can shapeshift in the forest Diane hides in are in there? And MAYBE Gerheade? Idk about her but one of the fairies look a LOT like her/has a dress very similar to the one we see her wear AND she's bigger than the other fairies

And are there any demons with feathered wings besides the blue bird like things? Because if not there's an armored character with wings like the goddesses (who only have 1 pair of wings in the art) on the DEMON side. Probably just digging into this too deep, but it'd be REALLY cool if that was foreshadowing Estarossa/Mael

I really wish Elizabeth had muscles and wasn't CONSTANTLY portrayed as being physically pretty weak (at least that's how it comes across to me - in fights she's constantly told to run/is never given any chance TO fight physically). Because she literally can't be?

Like Elizabeth has been walking REAL FAR in that armor and it is DEFINITELY not light. Do you know the strength she'd have to have to move that? She also slumps in it and her footsteps are slow/small so it IS weighing her down but the fact that she can move in it as far as she has - and probably up and down hills too without falling - is impressive

Anyway reminder to myself to show Elizabeth being physically strong in my fics from now on. This is canon now and no one can fight me.

Also the shot of Elizabeth on the hill in the armor with the sun glaring through?? It's such a gorgeous shot??????

Meliodas may be a shit cook but damn is he a pretty good server

Like mans got the entire tavern full and he's serving it basically alone cause Hawk cleans the scraps doesn't serve people booze and every customer is pretty happy and having fun (until they have the food lol)

I FORGOT HAWKS TAG SAID STAR BOAR AAAAASJDJFJDHF

Wonder at which point in time the whole telling your children "if you keep misbehaving one of the seven deadly sins will come for you in armor that's rusty from blood" because it HAD to be in the past 10 years, right? Unless people were saying that while they were still respected holy knights in which case,,,, ooof

But I'd assume a little after Zaratras was first killed

But also I wouldn't put it past this dude maybe coming up with it to scare his children lol he seems like a tired dad type

And here comes all the parts I hate

The groping and sexualization

Elizabeth is like. Fucking 16. And Meliodas DEFINITELY knows that. And just. Ugh

I do like Elizabeth in this color tho- the dark blue really suits her! It's why her uniform post-Meliodas' death is my favorite of all her outfits

How many talking pigs are there in Britannia??? Because Hawk's from purgatory and I figured THAT was why he could talk

And many other people get super confused/shocked by Hawk talking so it can't be common

When Elizabeth said with the most dejected face "no" after he asked if her father got her a talking pig Meliodas looked momentarily like "that bitch."

Let's be real he would've totally gotten her a talking pig somehow

Then he instant switches the conversation to try making her feel better 💜💜💜💜

I'm sorry, the order of WHAT?

"the Order of the Beard of the Mountain Cat"

Is this a translation error? Because if not... I have found my new favorite order and I am no longer worried about naming things in my own stories with ridiculous things

(also btw I watch in Japanese with English subs)

Wonder how the Boar Hat got so popular in this town in a matter of days. Like the booze is good sure but how tf did people find that out and who was the first person courageous enough to go poking around

Yknow. I'm surprised they didn't believe Hawk was the rust knight. I mean, the people who reported it had to be drunk right? Who's to say they weren't so drunk they mistook a pig in armor as the rust knight?

Damn Elizabeth is pretty agile! She's running across roots and jumping over things pretty efficiently!

Like as clumsy as she is, she still got some skills that they NEVER UTILIZE!

Also YOU CAN SEE THE FRAME MELIODAS GRABS HER AND JUMPS WITH HER I- HOW DID I NEVER CATCH THAT???!!

THAT SONG IN THE BG UUGGHHGHGHG

THIS ONE. I LOVE THIS SONG SO MUCH. MY HEART.

I forget if we go over how Hawk and Meliodas met/how far we go into their backstory

Like is he in on Meliodas being a Sin/previous Holy Knight or does he really just not know? (because there's no way Meliodas isn't at least a little wary of Holy Knights himself, hiding for 10 years no matter how in plain sight he is)

I mean. Elizabeth. Sweetheart. Your dad IS laid up in bed sick. It just so happens that the holy knights ALSO arrested the rest of your family and refuse to get your dad help (I think? Cause Merlin has to magically treat the king for his illness later and I assume the holy knights would be wary of letting a doctor treat him. Maybe Vivian was treating him?)

Unless Elizabeth didn't know her father was sick. In which case. Oooooooof. What a reunion later if that's true

Meliodas 🤝 Zuko : "That's rough buddy"

I forget what crime Merlin committed, because Elizabeth says the Sins are "composed of seven terrible criminals" unless she's not actually a criminal when they formed at least

Ahhh that's right, Elizabeth probably wouldn't remember the sins well because they had to leave when she was 6-

Although I wonder if Meliodas also tried to make himself scarce around her once she got to the age where she would retain memories better to avoid the curse activating somehow? Because I have a shit memory but most people do tend to remember things, even vaguely, from the ages 3-6 (my friends and I all have our earliest memory around 2-3)

Meliodas stiff as a board falling when Twigo attacked lmao-

It does make me happy to see some knights in Britannia, even if they're not Holy Knights, try to confront Holy Knights. Sure they backtrack but like, who wouldn't in the face of that power?

Twigo got awesome eyesight to see Elizabeth's earring from that far, nevermind it's DESIGN. Like damn I got 20/20 vision but I doubt I'd ever SPOT that

I was gonna say how tf did Allioni realize it was Meliodas/how would he see Meliodas' tattoo but going back his shirt was already ripped in that general area so! Continuity win!

He be shitting his pants too lol man was holding the most dangerous Sin up and yelling in his face, and he's SEEN what the sins can do

Wonder if he retired after this. I wouldn't blame him

PERFECT TIME KICKING IN WOOOOOOO

Also Twigo recognizes his face? And says "how can you look exactly the same as you did that day" Was he the old guard that showed Allioni the Sins' carnage? Or was he a Holy Knight that survived that attack?

I guess he also could've just been an apprentice Holy Knight too that recognized him but asking that question to me hints that Twigo tried fighting the Sins with everyone else

Netsujou no Spectrum is such a great song too. The NNT soundtrack is amazing

Is the tavern a recent development for Meliodas??? What was he up to before getting the tavern but after going into hiding?

This also brings up how I really don't remember what time in his backstory he meets Hawk. I just remember they met in jail

This town is in the boonies Twigo how long do you expect this trio to wait until you can not only get a message to the capital, but receive reinforcements??

Mama Hawk best murderer

Oh nvm she missed :/

"Was our meeting chance or Providence?" man I wish I could say for sure it was chance and she got damn lucky (it'd be cool imo to explore how things would've gone if she'd found one of the others first) but. With the curse and all... There's a VERY good chance it was Providence

"I hope it's a real one this time" - Gilthunder

Okay so... When does he get in contact with King then? I'm pretty sure we SEE them interact around Ban escaping Baste but like. Gilthunder would have to know that's where King was before that. When do the Holy Knights find and make a deal with King?

And that's my thoughts going through Episode One!

Don't know how often I'm gonna do these, maybe after Wednesday I'll do a lot more? Idk we'll see

If you made it this far, you're awesome! Lmk who your favorite character is and I'll do a quick drawing of them for you if you want 💜

#amber rewatches nnt #nnt #nanatsu no taizai #seven deadly sins #the seven deadly sins #Spotify

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the1975attheirverybest · 1 year ago

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Hi!! Just want to share a hard time i've gone through this last month and I think only another the 1975 fan can understand (maybe).

I have to explain that I'm really really into music since as a little child, been through my emo fase and all hahaha. So I'm always that friend that people see as kind of a reference about music, you know? And the thing I like the most is going to shows. It always seemed to me the most wonderful experiece. I have severe FOMO when I can't go to a show of some artist I like.

I had to give this context cause I became a 1975 fan after the whole TS thing on tiktok. It felt very weird that I didnt listen to them before, because they are the kind of artist I tend to like.

The fact that I didn't know them before this made me feel so bad, like I was some kind of fraud? How could I miss this?? And so I found out they had come to my country several times, actuallly they came here this year!! And it gets worse! They played at Lollapalooza in my country several times and on days I was there and I didn't know them, so I didn't watch their show.

It made me so, so sad and anxious, I had to talk tô my psychiayrist about this hahaha I know It sounds soo silly but the FOMO is so real to me. Plus I was on vacation, so I didn't have much to do and my days were basicly listening to them, watching interviews and being here on Tumblr talking to you and another fan accounts.

My husband is the only one I can talk to about this but since he isn't into music he doesn't understand me haha. And I am ashamed to talk to my friends about it and they say something like "you just heard about this band, how can you feel like this?".

Sorry about the long text, I just wanted to get this out of my chest and I wonder If anyone been through something similar, so I don't feel like a crazy 12yo even though I'm 30yo hahaha.

no no no I can TOOOTTTAAALLLYYY understand. and as bad as you feel, its completely normal. But i have 3 things( maybe 4, idk, lets see where i go with this) to tell you:

When I first found the band my first reaction was THIS IS THE BEST THING I'VE EVER HEARD. immediately followed by "im so sad I missed two album drops with this band. all that time i felt weird and out of place and like i had no way of expressing myself, this shit has been under my nose all along and i missed it???" I was so upset. Cuz, like you, I love music. And im not afraid of mixing it up either. Like I listen to Hank Williams, Bob Dylan, Beyonce, The Beatles, Miley Cyrus, Talking Heads, AM, 1975, you name it. and im pretty snobby about it. like its "my thing" that keeps me sane. AND my academic specialties being philosophy and literature, its basically the crossover of my dreams, this band.

When I first got into them, I kept asking around to see if any of my friends had already been fans. Nope. Then I remembered Matty's "we're the biggest band that you've never heard of." which is sooo true. they have such a strong following, but it's mostly fans. no casual listeners who sort of know them and know his but couldn't name the drummer or couldn't name an album. you know what I mean? they're a very specific case.

MATTY TIMOTHY HEALY. THEEEE MATTY HEALY! who's knowledge of music rivals my own didn't know The Mountain Goats existed until Feb. 2023. that SHOCKED ME TO MY VERY CORE. They're very much up his alley too like how come????? these things happen! the 1975 are your mountain goats. and thats okay!

Rob Sheffield (terrific music journalist who writes for rolling stone) once said "the music will find you when the time is right" like sometimes if you force yourself to sit down and really listen to Leonard Cohen, you might just be like "meh. i dont see the appeal. not for me," But one random day, years later, after you've gone through some experiences or expanded your musical palette or whatever, you might encounter him again, totally accidentally, and it'll allllll make sense. It'll find you when you need it. The 1975 found you at the right time. And now you have them in your life. if you'd been forced to listen to them years ago maybe you would've been like "nope. not for me," and then kept that impression of them so that any time you encountered them you'd have brush it off like "ooh yeah. tried them. not that great. no thanks." so its better that you waited.

WELCOME TO THE FANDOM. SOO SOOOO GLAD YOU'RE HERE. AT LEAST SOMETHING GOOD CAME OUT OF THE WHOLE TS THING!

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saw that you saw Hamilton for the first time and couldn't help but wonder what your favorite song/s were? or maybe some songs that you would like to learn all the lyrics to?

:DDDD They toured here, and I got to see them live last, last Friday!! It was wonderful!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Of course all the songs are great. Right now (subject to daily changes), my faves in order, and I'll link to yt in case you want to listen, too, right now haha:

"Dear Theodosia" - The way they are singing to their babies!!! AHHHHHHHHH. I could die. It's SO soft. and SO heartwarming. omg. I just. love love love this. the line: "You will come of age with our young nation." and "If we lay a strong enough foundation, we'll pass it on to you. We'll give the world to you, and you'll blow us all away." Seriously, is there anything more important than this 😭😭 And finding out that the original actor for Aaron Burr was praying for his yet unborn daughter when it wasn't his part to sing, and that by the end of the run, he had prayed around 500 times for her ugh 💓

"The Story of Tonight (Reprise)" - idk, no real explanation, it's just a funny, touching song. The line: "Raise a glass to freedom, something you will never see again." and John Lauren's "What are you trying to hide, Burr?" is so funny. Also, Alexander Hamilton's "Oh, shit" when he finds out that Aaron Burr is having an affair with a married woman. Just a feel-good song. Out of context, I now see that those lines don't sound funny or feel good.

"Guns and Ships" - My favorite character is the Marquis de Lafayette. I was so enthralled by the actor's charisma, I read the entire Wikipedia article on Lafayette and have been info-dumping this guy's whole life story on anyone who is a captive audience for me. Which has happened 4 times already. Did you know he was only 18-19 years old when he snuck away to America against King Louis XVI's orders because he was so sympathetic to the American cause and hungry for war glory? Did you know he was a war hero by the time he was 24? Did you know this? And Hamilton was like about the same age as him. Also did you know Lafayette picked up English fluently within a year of his travel to America? Shall I keep going? I can tell you more!

"It's Quiet Uptown" - This song gives me really emotions, I cry.

"Satisfied" - "From your sister who's always by your side." Anyone else has a loving eldest sister who's the wittiest, funniest, smartest, most charismatic in the family? 🙋🏻‍♀️ Honestly, Angelica Schuyler does NO wrong, and I am convinced based on the info in this musical that she did nothing wrong her entire life haha. Facts. Did you know she and her husband organized to help Lafayette escape from Austrian prison? (Which succeeded, except Lafayette got lost and recaptured).

"Helpless" - This song was my top fave after watching the musical. The actress sings so well. I love how absolutely gone she is in love with him, and that's basically how I aspire to write my NaruHina fics haha. This line: "I'm trying not to cry cuz there's nothing that your mind can't do." Just, the absolute faith she has in him!!! The admiration she has for his intelligence and the belief she has in his worth and capability!!! I love it.

"A Winter's Ball" - This song is very short. It also does the best job at showing that these guys were like. 19-20 years old. College age bros forreal.

"What'd I Miss" - Undeniably Thomas Jefferson has the most charisma of any character in the musical. I love the jazziness of this song, too.

"Non-Stop" - whoever said that this song is the entire musical crammed in 6 minutes is so right.

"Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story" - Since this idea is basically the theme/lesson of the musical, it left an impact on me at the live show. Also, yeah, I'm a sucker for recording generational history and making sure that the sacrifices of the past aren't forgotten.

"Cabinet Battle #1" - This rap song convinces me I would've learned better in AP Gov if this musical had been around 13 years ago.

"The Election of 1800" - Hamilton's drag of Aaron Burr is such a burn. Ouch.

"Cabinet Battle #2" - These lines: "We signed a treaty with a king whose head is now in a basket. Would you like to take it out and ask it? 'Should we honor our treaty, King Louis’ head?' 'Uh… do whatever you want, I’m super dead.'" lol, point made.

Oops, I spent like over an hour writing this post and listening to the songs. Please anon, come back and tell me your favorite songs!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#anon #nice anon #nice ask #who's letting me get back on my soapbox for things that no one else cares about???!!!!!!#musicals my beloved #fun ask

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cryptidsurveys · 5 months ago

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Saturday, July 6th, 2024.

When was the last time you were bitten by an animal? What kind of animal was it? Yesterday, while at the animal shelter. Bella Rose can be a bit snappy when she's overstimulated, but it was weigh day and ya gotta do what ya gotta do. She's nowhere near as spicy as Cleo, though…but Cleo doesn't really bite - she tends to scratch. You especially have to watch out for that final parting shot when you're putting her back into her kennel. Poor thing was allegedly tormented by the kids of a previous owner, so she's not very trusting when it comes to being picked up, etc. I love her, though. I love all of my spicies. :'( Oh, and I'm talking about cats, in case that wasn't clear.

When was the last time you had sex/did something sexual? How was it? Ha.

When was the last time you did something illegal? What did you do? I guess speeding a little, the other day.

What was the last colour you dyed your hair? Blond.

Tell me about the first five photos you have on your phone or camera. They were pictures of the fireworks on the 4th.

Who was the last person you know to have something big happen to them (i.e., get engaged/married, have a baby, etc.)? A coworker is planning on moving in with her boyfriend soon, but other than that, I can't think of anything major.

Is there anybody over the age of 40 that you think is hot? Probably.

Have you ever been punched in the face? Not seriously?

Do you have to watch yourself in the mirror while you brush your teeth? I don't "have to," but I do tend to pay attention to what I'm doing.

Do you think your last ex deserves to die? No. Curse them all to immortality. (Kidding. I hope my exes are happy/doing well.)

How’s the love life going? It's not.

Do you think the last person you Facebook messaged is a virgin? I have no idea who that would have been. I haven't used Facebook for about a decade now.

Have you ever been cheated on, or had a guy move on extremely fast after a long, seemingly sincere relationship? Yeah.

Have you ever had someone drag his or her nails down your back? Yeah.

If you’ve been hurt in a past relationship, are you more jaded this time around? If anything, I'm more conscious of my own issues. A lot of what went wrong in past relationships was due to my own unhealed trauma, etc. I still have a lot of healing to do, so I just don't want to risk it.

Have you ever felt more like you needed someone, and less like you loved that person? I have been excessively needy/clingy, but I wouldn't say I didn't love those people or that my love was intentionally displaced by a sense of need. Like I said above, I had a lot of unresolved issues.

Is there any habit, attachment, or addiction that you feel you have beaten or risen above? Drinking and smoking weed. Drinking was a relatively shortlived but intense habit, whereas I smoked weed all day er'day for about a decade. I've also come a long way in terms of having a victim mentality; I've developed more of an internal locus of control, so I focus more on my own actions and behaviors instead of being eternally offended and hurt by the actions of others. I've even made some progress with my eating disorder. I wouldn't say I'm in remission, but I'm in a strong, stable place. The desire to do more with my life is overtaking my desire to resort to it as a blanket coping mechanism.

Have you ever lived with a friend? Not quite, but I did have my own room at Jenni's place when I was a teen.

Have you ever only liked someone because you found out they liked you? I think most of my relationships were fairly "simultaneous." We were both sort of drawn to each other.

Do you think people act weirder or that stranger things happen when there's a full moon? I guess that's the stereotype, but is it a real thing…? Idk.

Do you think you would make a good parent someday? No.

In which were you happiest: elementary, middle, or high school? Probably elementary school.

Have you ever written something on a street sign? I haven't.

Life is nothing without passion. What are you passions? Volunteering, backpacking (even though it's been a long time, it still has such a strong hold on my heart), self-improvement, creating art, learning about philosophy/spirituality, etc. There's also this part of me that's forever seeking the meaning of life. Or maybe not the meaning, but the very marrow of it, the deepest and hardest won truths.

How's the weather lately? It's actually been pretty mild. It's still summery, but after the searing blaze that was the month of June, I'll take it.

You can bring back one dead pet to life. Which one? I wouldn't. As much as I would love to see any of my past pets, I wouldn't want to go through the heartbreak of losing them all over again.

Is there a pillowcase on your pillow? Describe it: Yeah. They're light gray.

School: what classes are you taking at the moment? N/a.

What scent is your deodorant? I'm not sure what scent it is, but the brand is Suave.

Are you happy with what you see when you look in the mirror? I'm just…underwhelmed. Like, I'm not particularly happy with what I see, but I'm not completely disappointed either.

Does it get super hot in the summer where you live? Yeah.

Would you ever date someone of the same sex? Yeah.

If you HAD to be raised by another family member than you were, who? I guess my Aunt June on my dad's side.

Are you close with you best friends' parents? Do you know them very well? No.

Do you like reptiles as pets, or do they gross you out? I've never had a reptile as a pet, but I took care of various reptiles while working at a pet shop in 2022 and I really enjoyed them.

What is the youngest age you would consider dating somebody? No younger than 30.

Favorite type of seafood? Fish and chips, popcorn shrimp, fried clams…lol, basically batter and fry it and I'll probably like it.

Are you more traditional or progressive? I just exist, man. Like, I'm not consciously trying to be anything.

Are you into the occult? I like learning about occult topics, and I will watch tarot readings/horoscopes, but I'm not like a practitioner or anything. It's just something that interests me from a bystander's point of view.

How long was your longest relationship? A little over three years.

Did you ever honestly believe you were going to marry your highschool bf/gf? Yeah.

Are you a virgin? Do you believe virginity is "sacred?" No/No.

Would you say that you have a lot of friends? No. I have one friend.

Are both your parents alive? They are.

Were you raised by your biological parents? I was.

Has your family ever been broken? It still is. At least I'm back in touch and on good terms with my mom now, but when it comes to my sibling, I doubt we'll ever speak again.

Do you think your parents respect your space? Yeah.

Are you close with you siblings, if you have any? No. We've never been all that close.

Have you ever in anger told your parent(s) that you hated them? Yeah.

What’s your favourite Thai dish? I haven't tried enough Thai dishes to truly have a favorite.

Have you ever been on a date with someone you met online? How was it? Yeah. It's a long story, but we eventually got together in person, and blah blah blah, we're not together anymore.

What sort of games do you like to play? Music-based games like Rock Band, Dance Dance Revolution, etc. I like WATCHING people play RPGs, though.

What was the last candy you ate? A peppermint.

Do you know anyone who is deaf? I don't.

#survey #surveys #personal survey #survey blog

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jaca-rein-369 · 7 months ago

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Husbands' Best friend

Warnings: cheating, asshole husband, abuse

Quick summary: y/n is a young 25 year old married to her asshole husband when she was 19 and she has known he was cheating for a year Maby more before he was caught she was hurt but still wanted her son to be with his father but after her husband comes home late drunk and dinner wasn't on the table he hits her but she was used to it but it was the first time he has tried to hit Joesph so she grabs her and her sons stuff and runs to her husband's best friend.

"Mmh" I groan feeling the bed move and look over seeing my husband putting a watch a shoes on for work

"So you finally awake surprising" he says I roll my eyes

"Why do I need to be awake at 5:00 in the morning" I ask He knows I prefer to sleep in and I'm not a good morning person

" well I would be nice for once my Wife to make me breakfast" he says

"I cook you lunch a bring it to you at the office and make sure dinners is always set and ready when you get home and I still work and take care of are son that you never spend time with what is wrong wanting a little more sleep" I say to him sitting up know

"What ever and I do spend time with are son If he even is mine" he says and I'm pissed

" your one to fucking talk for all I know that girl or your bitch could be pregnant" I say wanting to cry

"Your impossible you know what at least she takes care of herself and her body" he says while getting up taking his brief case and leaving I sit in the bed crying the man I loved and the father of my son is a cruel hateful man as I'm crying I hear

" mommy why are you crying" my son Asks hugging me

"Notheing baby me and your dad just got some bad news" I tell him rubbing his face this beautiful baby boy that looks like me thank God

"Pls don't lie mommy he hurt you again don't worry mommy when I become big and strong I will protect you" he says I smile how did I get so lucky with this boy we cuddle and sleep in a little more today

(Y/n son his name will be Joseph)

(2 weeks later)

We were waiting for Don to get home but it's now 12:00 at night joesph is asleep but I was down stairs watching TV when I here the door slammed open I jump up and go look to see what happened and see a very very drunk Don he looks up and looks pissed he stomps up to me and looks into the kitchen

" WERE IS DINNER YOU FAT HOG" he yells in my face I whimper

" your late we have dinner at 9:00 it's 12:00 Don we saved you some it's ine the microwave " I tell him he it fumming and then a hard back hand connected with the left side of mi face I fall to the floor crying holding my cheek

" WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU IM THE MAN OF THIS HOUSE YOU OBAY ME AND YOU WAIT TILL I EAT WERES THAT STUPID BOY" he screams for joesph to come down stairs

" No leave him out of this Don" I tell him looking up he started up stairs I run after him trying g to pull him back he slammed me to the wall choking me

" Don Don please leave home out of this.......... I can't breathe " he let's me go but continued up stairs when he sees joesph at the top

" GET DOWN HERE BOY" joesph comes down I shake my head no he stops and Don turns to me and pushes me down the stairs I hit the bottom and little dizzy

"MOMMY LET ME GO MOMMY" I hear my son yell I get up seeing my worst fear he was going to beat joesph I grab a glass art piece run up stairs and slam it into the back of his head he fell unconscious on the stairs I hug my son

" I'm so sorry baby we are leaving I need you to go pack your stuff please baby" he nods and hugs me again and runs to go pack I do the same I grab clothes my bathroom supplies and my important files with banking and hospital documents my money and shit like that I run to my sons room he is stuffing things in his suitcase I help him we run down stairs Don still knocked out we put are shoes on I grab my keys and we get out

I'm driving and I don't know were to go I can't believe we left were free I reach over holding my sons hand

And my phone rings it's Ethan Don's bestfriend and business partner we were all friends since high school I pick up

" hi Ethan " I say My voice cracks because of crying

" y/n what is wrong" he asks worried

"I....um can me a joesph come over for tonight I will explain there " I ask him

" of course I will meet you out side" he say

" ok I will see you soon "I say hanging up

" mommy don't worry we will be fine your stong and I'm strong because of you" joesph tells me I tear up again

" how did I get so blessed with you as my son" I ask

" the same way I got blessed with the best mother" I pull him to my side as much as I can

(At Ethans house)

We pull up and there he is he opens joesph door and goes wide eyed at my face I can only imagine how bad I look

"My God y/n what happened" he asks scared

" I will tell you everything but first can we get everything inside and joesph into bed" I ask turning the car off he nod and picks joesph up holding him close to his chest I get out and grab are bag lock the car and go inside

As we are inside joesph is in bed I put are bags in the bed room and go to the living room sitting next to Ethan

" tell me what happened y/n" Ethan asks I start to tear up

" it was Don" I say explaining the hole thing that happened crying by time I was done

" h-he hits you to" I shake my head

" only me he as never tryed to hit joesph till tonight and he won't get another chance I'm going to file for divorce tomorrow" I tell him

" you can stay with me for as long as you need um are you going to take him to Cort for abuse" I nod

" I have proof every time he has ever hit me I have photos of the marks and a voice recording of him yelling at me and joesph are old maid Lina said she would back me up she saw him hit me once" I tell him the truth

" I will back you up to I didn't know who I was working with this hole time I'm so sorry I never helped or was there" he said putting I

His head down I rub his back

" your here now and thank you for letting me a joesph stay the night" I thank him he then hugs Me I lay my head on his chest and arms around his torso his arms around my waist

"You to are staying with me till your back on your feet physically and mentally " he says kissing my head if I'm telling the truth I was blushing and that I have had a crush on Ethan for a year but I was still married to Don I had the urge to tell him

" Ethan can I tell you something" I look up at him still rapped in each other's arms

" of course what is it"

" um I've liked you for a while now I mean like like you" I tell him I expect him to be shocked or discusted but no he smiles

" I've liked liked you for a while to pisses me off I didn't protect you and joesph " I smile and hug him around the shoulders tight making us fall on the couch we laugh and then I yawn

" you should get to bed" he say we stand up I nod

" momma" I hear and turn around seeing a tired joesph I feel bad we must have woke him up

" yes baby what's wrong" I ask walking up to him he hugs me around the waist

" I can sleep will you hold me while I do" I smile when he was a baby he could never sleep with out me holding him I nod

" yes baby come on good night Ethan and thank you again" he nods smiled at me and joesph we go to bed I hold joesph close he falls asleep immediately but I can't sleep I'm scared Don will come but I hear a knock I look at the door seeing Ethan

" can't sleep can you" he asked I nod He walks over and gets into bed and holds me and joesph I feel comfortable and safe immediately

" thank you" I say

" any time babygirl" I hear him say before I fall asleep thinking maby we could have a happy life with Ethan

The end

#plus size woman #short story

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