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[ecogirl2759]

Arpegius (Interstella 5555)

Istg I collected all of these for a reason okay hear me out--

All rights to this character and this character design goes to the creators of Interstella 5555: The 5tory of the 5ecret 5tar 5ystem, a movie made by Toei Animation in conjunction with Daft Punk. I do not claim ownership of this character nor the source material, I am simply taking snapshots of the movie and sharing them with others. If at all curious, the movie in its entirety is available for free on YouTube.

[undreaming-fanfiction]

Established Steddie, they have been living together for over a decade, did their best to heal their wounds from the Upside Down and learn to enjoy life again. It's not easy but they do it.

When the Lord of the Rings movies come out, it's actually Steve who suggests watching them to Eddie. He really tries engaging with Eddie's passions, but his focus is not the greatest when it comes to books. That doesn't mean he doesn't listen to Eddie ramble about them though - he knows all about hobbits, second breakfasts, the culture of smoking in the Shire...Eddie admires a lot of characters from the books, but ever since experiencing the Upside Down fuckery, he actually admits that the hobbits had a point. Good food, even better company and good tobacco? What else does one need? It also inspires Steve a few years later to prepare a full day of hobbit-inspired meals for their trilogy marathon when the extended editions come out. But this is about their first time watching the movies.

They both go to the movie theater excited. Steve is familiar with most of the characters, including Eddie's self-admitted crush on Aragorn. And Steve can see why, he can see so much good in all the members of the fellowship. After the first movie, he's wiping his eyes because Boromir deserved better. Eddie has a lot to say about what was lost in adaptation, but Steve knows Eddie loves those movies and would cut off his only remaining nipple before missing the next ones.

The Two Towers have Steve rooting for the ents and he feels strangely touched about how everyone underestimates Pippin, yet it's him who gets the ents to march. He really can't pick a favorite character. He can't wait for the third movie.

They go to the premiere of the Return of the King with Eddie. They secretly hold hands in the last row, and Steve watches the ride of the Rohirrim with bated breath. He clenches his hand in Eddie's when Theoden gets gravely injured, but then Éowyn is there and...oh.

He is staring slack-jawed at the scene. Éowyn's large, terrified eyes, the towering frame of the Witch King. Her posture was fearful, crouched, but still she faced him. And something surfaces in his head, something he's long forgotten.

He's unusually queit when they come back home, he still loves the rest of the movie, almost cries at "my friends, you bow to no one,", then definitely cries at Frodo leaving the Middle Earth. But there is still that something and Eddie can sense it. When they're falling asleep together, Eddie finally asks him. And Steve's had enough time to process what he felt.

"When Éowyn faced the Witch King...it reminded me of what it felt like. I mean, for the first time. I know it's stupid because saw so much unnatural shit, but...it's the first time that I have hard time forgetting," he admits quietly. "She reminded me of me in 1983 so much. I had no clue what I was getting myself into. I thought I'd do the right thing, but then I had a gun pointed at me, they both had blood on their hands...and then it appeared."

Eddie doesn't speak, he only holds Steve closer.

"It was so tall. I remember that petal-like mouth, those teeth, but mostly...I remember the crippling fear. I felt absolutely terrified. I couldn't move. There was even a moment when I thought of running away, but...I couldn't leave them there. Seeing someone go through something similar and being praised for being a hero...it makes me think. I used to be so ashamed for freezing in that moment. For even considering running away. But Éowyn...she was like me." There's awe in his voice and warmth, relief. "She had no idea what she was getting into. She froze. She didn't do everything perfectly and gracefully like Legolas or something, but when it mattered...she did what she had to."

He holds Eddie tighter and asks, almost shyly: "Will it offend you that I think she's my favorite character? Not Aragorn or Sam?"

Eddie just shakes his head and drops a kiss to Steve's hair. "Nah. She suits you well. And you're both amazing."

And if it becomes a silly endearment in their household, that Steve is sometimes called the Shieldmaiden of Hawkins? ("I'm not a maiden, Eddie!" "I'm not calling you a shieldboy or shieldbachelor, Steve!") Then Steve feels a hint of something that he thought he'd renounced, but now, for the first time he feels it's deserved - pride.

[aerkame]

Which version of Sun Wukong do you like the most? (Both in character and design)

Which one would be your final choice?

You can't just ask me to pick one like that. 😭 There are so many versions of Sun Wukong throughout history from different media.

My favorite version of Sun Wukong is the one from New Gods: Nezha Reborn. I can't even begin to express just how much I love his character overall once I began to take notes for writing him (I'm still taking notes, there are many details). Both his design and character were well thought out for the movie and it's such a shame that he didn't get his own movie or have more screen time.

PERSONALITY

I know Nezha Reborn Monkey King probably isn't everyone's favorite, but what won me over was the amount of details to his personality, missed easter eggs, and his overall design that both matches the world he's in and also makes him stick out. For starters, Monkey King in this version is quite scary in my opinion despite his silly old man act. I really do believe he is a silly guy who is just minding his business and having fun. Sometimes in the movie, he truly does act like a monkey (makes you wonder how no one figured him out yet, he even has a giant metal sculpture of himself with his motorcycle collection), swinging from chains, climbing around, making small noises at times, having too much energy to the point of not being able to hold still for a single minute... but he's an assassin, a hitman. Monkey King being easily hired by Ao Guang as a hitman in the past plenty of times is scary enough. On top of that, his behavior is pretty cutthroat as well.

Sure, he's a silly old man, but it's hard to ignore how he acts sometimes. Especially when he not only ate another yaoguai, but he offered a piece of the dead assassin to the very guy who hired that yaoguai to kill Nezha's reincarnation (Ao Guang). This Monkey King is also more than an expert at acting. I think he even has a portion of the fandom tricked. There are only a few times in the movie where he acts like his true self and it's mostly around Nezha's reincarnation (Ever notice that he knew ALL of the names of the previous ones?)

He goes from silly guy to the biggest threat in the room real quick. This Monkey King is a very morally grey one. He's done plenty of bad things and plenty of good from the context given in the movie. It all depends on his motives if he has any. Who knows, he did say he's just tired.

DESIGN

Nezha Reborn Monkey King's overall design is just as thought out as his character too. If you look at the main cast or any character really, you'll notice that their clothes usually don't have any bright colors or anything that would have too much saturation to it. It's mostly all dull colors. Wukong however, has a bright pink suit and pants. Even the clothes he wears in his home are bright and colorful. This goes hand in hand with his personality. He's shown to have some greed in him when Ao Guang offered a larger payment for Li's assassination.

Monkey King is still a monkey, and he likes shiny valuables and that can be seen in his greed and the gold jewelry he wears (which has human skulls on it by the way-). He also has a huge amount of confidence and wearing bolder colors is definitely something he would do to show it. He does what he likes and wears what he wants.

The choice of colors and clothes not only matches his personality but they also serve a purpose in this movie's setting. Donghai not only has a water problem but it also has a poverty problem. We're shown around the beginning of the movie a background character who got a new dress that was a more muted plum purple. From the context of the two characters talking, having a dress like that is a statement of the person's wealth. So in conclusion, Monkey King is pretty loaded. I would like to argue though it's not just from taking expensive hits from Ao Guang, but also from the place he owns. In the beginning of the movie he introduces himself to Li after a race and says he owns the place (likely the whole area including the track since I could not find evidence anyone ever visits the place outside of races). That entire place looks like a water factory, which means he's likely making money from that too since water had become more expensive than currency.

The entire inside of the place he lives would earn another couple of paragraphs too, but it follows just about the same things I've said. Another detail I like, that might have been missed is that he fits the slang "Wrench monkey" pretty well. Just some food for thought.

I really could write a whole essay about him and several things I've noticed but I'm not sure if anyone would read this at all if I kept going. I might make a more in-depth essay sometime though or share my notes on him.

[stellar-solar-flare]

What Makes A Home

ex-soldier!Ari Levinson x neighbor!Reader | 2,385 words.

Themes: friends to lovers, idiots in love, competency kink if you squint, neighbors, cozy community.

Reader is female, no Y/N, no description of appearance. Nicknames 'dear' and 'honeybun' are used by Ari for Reader.

My blog is for people 18+ only, minors DNI.

Story Content Warnings: implied smut, Ari being a soldier mentioned, Ari having guilt over his past, some very minor hurt/comfort (the love is requited, they're both just idiots).

Notes: This is a made-to-order fic for the amazing @bigtreefest - I hope it brings you joy and fulfilled your prompt! Full disclosure; I wasn't able to get my hands on the movie, so I had to piece Ari's character together from his scenes on YouTube. My utmost gratitude to @steviebbboi for character consult and helping me be confident about the decisions I made in the planning stages of this fic (all mishaps mine, of course). It is also my first time writing Ari. I hope you enjoy, and all feedback is very welcome!

I do not own anything The Red Sea Diving Resort related. This is an unofficial fan work. No copyright infringement intended. This is a work of fiction. Any similarity to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events, is purely coincidental.

The house that you inherited from your great-grandaunt — who apparently despised you less than her other relatives —is definitely what a realtor would describe as ‘having plenty of potential’. But it really does have good bones, so to speak, and with the current housing market, you definitely aren’t complaining.

And the neighborhood isn’t half-bad, either. The community is close-knit, if a little nosy, helpful to the point of overbearing.

And so, they didn’t miss it when a new moving truck arrived at the house next to yours. The gossip has gone wild — the names of different special services are thrown around in the whispers like candy, even though no one can reasonably know anything about his history. Especially if he has a history as some overseas covert operator, like Mary at the end of the street keeps claiming, he certainly will keep that information to himself.

You are yet to run to him, and so you’re operating on second-hand information about him — which is mostly focusing on the fact that he’s tall and bearded and looks like he could bench press a school bus.

Curiosity may have killed the cat, but you reason that a simple welcome visit isn’t going to end with your untimely demise. You pick a nice Saturday afternoon, check that his truck is on the driveway, and make your favorite snickerdoodle recipe. With a plate of still-warm cookies under aluminum foil, you go ring his doorbell, not entirely sure why your heart is beating so hard. It’s just a decent thing to do.

It takes a few moments for him to open the door, and when he does, you are proud that your poker face holds.

“Hi,” you say to the giant at the door. “You must be Ari. I live in the house next to yours, and I thought I’d come to welcome you to the neighborhood; they did it to me too, when I moved in a few months ago. I brought snickerdoodles.”

You extend the plate to him, and he takes it. He leans one shoulder on the doorframe, and you do not swallow when you see the muscles of his arms move. His hair reaches behind his ears, and he has a nicely trimmed beard. Even in a simple — tight — white shirt and jeans, he does look like a soldier. Not violent but like there is an alertness to him, despite the amusement in his eyes.

“Hi,” he says. “Yes. I’m Ari. And you are?”

You give him your name, chuckling at the fact that you left it out in the first place.

“Nice to meet you. And thank you for the baked goods. Would you like to stay for a cup of coffee?”

He moves aside, gesturing for you to step over the threshold.

And you do.

There were a lot of things you had learned about Ari over the six months since your first meeting, that cup of coffee that somehow hadn’t felt awkward at all. He had a talent for filling moments like that with idle chatter that didn’t feel like it was just there to cover something.

It was just so Ari, how his charm was always on display and yet so inseparably a part of his very being that it didn’t feel like an act. It was just who he was. Of course, he could be a playboy — at least when it came to the charming part, since as far as you knew, there hadn’t been anyone visiting his house besides you.

You were more than certain that a fair number of ladies in the neighborhood harbored a crush. And why wouldn’t they, when Ari was the first to volunteer to any project, cracking easy jokes while he worked and being all charismatic smiles and wide shoulders ready to tackle anything.

It was that restless energy that had drawn him to your house, too. Just like you had turned up to his door that one Saturday, the next week he had turned up at yours, dressed in a flannel and jeans and carrying what looked like a heavy, well-equipped toolbox, pristinely new.

“Those gutters are going to fall off the clips soon. I could attach them better if that’s alright with you?”

Stunned, you had nodded. Sure, there was an endless list of things to attend to, and the gutters had been on your mind but then winter had come and you’d been so focused on other things. You had no idea how he noticed, and when you’d asked, he shrugged it off, mentioning something about how he had to learn how to build and maintain things out there, so you’d left the topic at that.

It was the first thing he fixed at your house, but not the last. He gravitated here, looking to do something of meaning, and he refused to hear your suggestions about paying him for the work he was doing — despite the fact that every project he poured himself into was done with the meticulousness rivaling not only someone not in the profession but with a passion to it.

Like the patio you were now sitting on your knees on, holding the plank in place for him so he could screw it onto the beam underneath from the opposite side. You’d made the mistake of mentioning over a shared dinner that you had contacted a contractor to see how much it would be to replace the deck, and he had turned up the next morning with all the necessary materials, in the exact shade of wood that you’d envisioned.

You weren’t certain that you wanted to know what strings he’d pulled to get all that so fast.

“Ari, seriously, you didn’t need to do this.”

“Nope,” he said. “But I wanted to.”

“At least let me pay for the wood,” you said. “You know, I’m a strong independent woman and I do have my own paycheck.”

“And I’m very proud of you, dear,” he said with perfect nonchalance, and you tried to ignore something twisting in your chest at that. “Just let me pick the next five movies for our movie nights and we’re even.”

You huffed, knowing that you’d be in for some underground art movies no one but Ari had ever even heard of but nodded regardless. It was literally the least you could do.

He finished screwing the plank down and reached for more screws from the box on the side — you’d begun earlier today by laying down all the planks to have an even platform to work with, and now it was just the matter of evening out the cracks in between and attaching them to the support structure. His arms moved, and his t-shirt lifted slightly as he bent to the side, revealing a slice of tanned, warm skin at his waist. You forced yourself not to stare.

The thing with Ari was that he flirted with anyone and everyone — except with you. He made the grannies laugh by asking them at the community nights if they were old enough to drink; he had the cashiers at the local grocery store sighing dreamily after him when he departed with one of his famous smiles. Everyone seemed to understand it was all fun and games, and yet you were certain you weren’t the only one here with hopes when it came to him.

But it wouldn’t be you — his complete and total lack of that kind of behavior around you was the clearest sign you could’ve asked for. He saw you in an entirely platonic light, and so you didn’t want to endanger what was a beautiful and genuinely enjoyable friendship with him by asking him if you could be more than that.

Even if sometimes the question, the why not me, burned your tongue and tried to sneak out of your throat. At least then you’d know the reason why he saw you so differently than others.

“Honeybun?” he said, yanking you out of your thoughts.

You swallowed, hoping that the question would go down too, and met his expectant gaze. He’d said something, and it had flown right past you, and now he was staring. God, you could drown in the blue of his eyes.

You were lucky to have him. He was a good friend, caring, attentive. He made you laugh at the worst of days; he was good at coming up with solutions, especially unconventional ones. You had no reason at all to feel wistful at all the nicknames, derived from different baked goods you’d made for him over the past months.

“Nothing, nothing,” you said, lowering your gaze. “Sorry. What did you need me to do?”

You heard a thump as he set the screwdriver down. He reached his hand, two fingers under your jaw tilting your face back up so that you’d look at him. There was that little wrinkle of worry between his brows and you felt a pang of guilt even as the warmth of his fingers was making your skin tingle.

“Are you sure you’re alright?” he said. “We can take a break if you need a few. You’ve been somewhere far away for half the day.”

You quickly shook your head, knowing that you’d already ventured too far close to the line you didn’t want to end up crossing.

“Just a little tired, that’s all,” you said, hearing the flimsiness of the excuse even in your own ears.

He tilted his head and raised his brow; his hand was still there, under your jaw, lingering where it absolutely shouldn’t.

“I know it when you’re lying, honeybun,” he said, one corner of his mouth rising into a smirk. “Spill the beans. Do I need to kick someone’s ass? I’ll do it, you know.”

You swallowed so loud that it seemed to echo in your head like the creaking sound of thin ice.

“No, there’s no need for that. I was just wondering what’s so different about me?”

A flash of something in his eyes, gone so quickly that you could hardly tell it was there to begin with.

“Different how?” he said, strain in his voice, like he was going for some sort of normalcy and failing to grasp it.

Oh no. You had opened some floodgate and now things would be awkward from here to eternity. The only way to save this was to get it all out, and now that the water was flowing freely, there was no stopping the words from flowing out of your mouth:

“Well, it’s not a big deal, but sometimes I wonder why it is that you have this flirt going on with everyone except for me, and I mean, it’s absolutely and totally fine, you just see me thoroughly like a friend and that’s that but with what we have and all the nicknames and all that, sometimes I wish there could be more and I’m just wondering –“

And then you were wondering about nothing at all.

Ari was on you like a shot, his hands framing your face and pulling your lips on his even as he leaned towards you, and it didn’t matter that you didn’t understand. His kiss was a claim laid, one hand cupping the nape of your neck and the other wrapping around your waist even as his mouth devoured yours. He pulled back with his lips still on yours, bringing you to his lap and he was everything, everywhere, his scent and warmth and the softness of his shirt smelling like spring sun and laundry detergent, the taste of him on your tongue, the feeling of his hands mapping your body. It was just him all around you, and you fell into that just as easily as you’d once fallen into a comfortable, shared routine of friendship.

When he finally let your mouth go, you were both out of breath, and you were straddling his lap, suddenly very aware of how his feelings towards you weren’t entirely platonic at all. There was a hint of pink on his cheeks, and his hands came to cup your jaw, thumbs caressing your skin.

“You were too precious for that, honeybun,” he murmured, eyes fixed on yours. “I didn’t… When you waltzed into my house that day, it was the first time it felt like a home. You were the first time I felt at home. And putting on that face… it felt too cheap for you. And I didn’t… I couldn’t lose you. Not you. So I thought I’d be there for you. Take care of you, make you happy, and find my joy from that. When I was out there… I don’t know if I did enough, if I made a difference. I wasn’t sure I even deserved the kind of peace I felt with you.”

“Ari,” you breathed out, tears prickling in your eyes, unsure what you would’ve said even if there wasn’t a lump blocking your throat. “Ari, I…”

His thumb brushed over your kiss-swollen lips, and he shook his head ever so slightly, his gaze aflame with something that could never ever be just friendship.

“But now that I’ve had a taste of you, honey, I’m not selfless enough to give that up. I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life. I can’t let you go.”

“Then don’t.”

And just like that, his mouth was back, his hands diving down from your face to map the shape of your body, and the tiny moan he breathed right onto your lips sent a shiver down your back. He was holding you by the hips and you tangled both of your hands into his hair, making sure he wasn’t going anywhere without you.

“I think,” he managed in between pushes of his lips. “I think the patio can wait.”

You nodded eagerly, and he stood up with ease that sent a swooping feel of desire into your core, his hands slipping under your thighs so he could carry you. Your legs wrapped around his waist as your arms clung to him, and he made a beeline for the door that led inside.

It was a good thing that after all the work he’d done at the house, he knew exactly where the bedroom was.

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[xo-zozo]

libby grambs headcannons •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅

a/n: and zoey rises from the dead once again... she's literlly the cutest patootie but she's also kind of hard to write headcannons for sooo if some of this is out of character please ignore- enjoy!

tags: @your-mommy-ems @arqbella @reminiscentreader @x-liv25-jamieswife @inmyheaddd

@alwaysthefangirl @clarissaweasley-10 @off-to-the-r4ces @annamatix @lyrakanefanatic

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let's get one thing straight, you can not tell me her body is not TEA

she watches animated tv shows from her childhood instead of anything else any other full grown adult would watch

she has an "i heart cowboys" tshirt and she is not afraid to wear it in public

tried to pick up electric guitar (it's up to you whether of not she was successful)

she likes goldfish (she just gives me the vibes idk)

one of her favorite movies is coraline and it's where she got the inspo to dye her hair blue

in general loves any tim burton movie (I KNOW CORALINE ISN'T TIM BURTON OKAY)

drags nash with her to the mall almost every weekend to buy new clothes that she doesn't really need

her babies are always either dressed like her or nash. do i need to elaborate?

back when they didn't have a lot of money she would go to trift stores and buy clothes for her future kids, this was inspired by a tiktok that i saw

she has a bunch of ear piercings but whenever she goes to get a new one she gets scared and needs to have someone there with her

she probably got into at least one fight in her high school days

hannah is the person who inspired her to work at the hospital, not only the fact that she was one too but she also wanted to be able to help people like hannah

she has one necklace that she never takes off

she's definitely a silver jewelry girl too

i know my girl can rock a good pair of black cowboy boots from time to time

she owns multiple pairs of crocs

she likes going to the zoo, and she was super excited to be able to take her kids there

sometimes her and avery hang out and all they do is play episode

nash is her number one hype man so whenever they go out he makes sure to get good pictures of her

she has an insane collection of cute pajamas

kinda a little question of the day but who do you think would walk her down the aisle on her wedding day?

[shrimptacodaniels]

something something loser trio headcanons because i can’t stop thinking about them 

—PART ONE—

RUTH FLEMING: 

got called “phlegmy fleming” in elementary school because she has horrible seasonal allergies. the nickname stuck until middle school. she transferred during eighth grade. 

200% a cat person. she loves cats and wanted one when she moved out. both of her parents are extremely allergic. 

her favorite color was red. after her death and the events of npmd, it makes peter sick to look at anything red not just because of blood. 

the least squeamish person to walk the face of the earth (which can be corroborated by her behavior in npmd). she loved dragging pete and richie to haunted houses in the autumn. 

she and pete met in tap class when they were 6 years old. upon learning pete’s name, ruth gasped and asked “like spider-man?!” they’ve been friends ever since. 

ruth loved to give pete a hard time. a lot of the innuendos she made were at his expense (read: to freak him out). when he’d get too into his head, a dirty joke was, in her opinion, the best way to snap him out of it. 

big on social media stalking. she knew so much about so many people. shared all of what she knew (good, bad, and ugly) with richie and pete. 

definitely was a girl scout growing up. hated it. had a massive crush on one of the older girls and freaked out over it. 

has taken the am i gay test 34 times (just to be sure). 

came out to richie first after a trial run of “practice kissing” each other. they both cried. he came out to her the same day (messy bisexual icons). 

they teased each other equally and often about the other’s taste in men and women. 

when they both came out to pete (at the same time), he flipped, asking if “anyone in this damn town stuck to one gender?” (bc ted swings all ways, be so fr). after steph comes out to him as bi, he remembers the remark and tears up a bit. 

loved to lust over ted as a bit. pete hated it. 

coffee > tea. argued about this with richie almost daily. 

she loved wine mom romance novels an embarrassing amount. 

was in the library’s dnd club for 3 years to “improve her acting skills.” loved to play incredible horny bards

would have loved short n’ sweet. slim pickings??? taste??? JUNO????

planned the trio’s halloween costume every year. they always coordinated.

loved the muppets movies growing up

her favorite musical was spring awakening. 

her dream role was sally bowles in cabaret. 

DEFINITELY would have named her cat(s) after characters from cats (the musical) 

loved her friends more than anything in the world. but especially loved to antagonize them :) 

(I’m ill about her. Like seriously.)

[yoursweetyinnie]

all that’s unspoken. — aespa ft. lesserafim (chapter 1.)

genre — angst | main characters — fem!reader. aespa & lesserafim.

synopsis — the beginning of a new school year, and it’s already looking terrible. lost your friends, and nowhere to turn to after a night gone wrong.

content warnings — themes of depression, anxiety, loneliness, sh, & SA (mentioned briefly)

note — my inspiration for this is based off the book & movie ‘speak’. it’s one of my favorites of all time, so i hope you enjoy. i’m not sure if it’ll become a series or parts yet. just experimenting. i also want to say that to anyone who may have any relations in this, you’re not alone and don’t be ashamed. you’re strong. <3

starting junior year with a headache, bags under your eyes, and an outfit you hated definitely wasn’t how you were expecting to start it off.

neither was your mother’s banter of how late she was for work, or how your father needed to pay a bill, or get the car fixed.

the bus was coming to pick you up soon. you could hear the engine roaring just from down the road as you were standing in front of your driveway.

your stomach was practically doing flips. you were nervous, but your face didn’t show it. at least you hoped.

you were the first stop. it was evident as there were no kids on the bus.

as you stepped on, you debated on where to sit.

the front? no. the back? ehh. the middle? definitely not. the back it is.

the bus driver took off as you look outside of the window. the blurs of trees, cars, and houses catching your eyes.

before you knew it, more kids were loading up on the bus. you kept to yourself as each kid stepped onto the bus and taking a seat next to another.

by the time the bus was full, you had just caught onto the fact that you were still in a seat by yourself.

no one had wanted to come up and sit beside you.

you couldn’t tell if you were happy with the fact or not.

your eyes tear away from the window, finally, only to lock eyes with your ex-best friend, uchinaga aeri.

she only gave you a dirty look and rolled her eyes once she looked at you.

you weren’t surprised, but it did hurt.

you’ve been wanting to talk to her for so long, but there wasn’t even a phone call from her ever since that night.

the school bus engine came to a stop as you arrive to the highschool.

walking through the hall, you could see people who you instantly recognized.

the ones who you used to call friends.

you didn’t know who they were to you anymore.

some of them, like yu jimin, kim minjeong, and ning yizhuo, stayed close.

while aeri didn’t, and she preferably hung out with the more “popular” crowd, with this girl named kazuha. and her.

a pit of hurt in your stomach settled as you walked past them.

finding your classes wasn’t going to be hard. you had gotten used to where the classes were after two years of starting highschool.

the only problem was, that some teachers moved classes, which made it harder to go off the stupid map you’ve had since freshmen year.

you let out a soft huff as the bell soon rang, and the halls became empty.

how others managed to find their classes so easily is beyond you.

you remembered you had to find your first class, english. room 201.

it was the sudden— “excuse me. where’s your hall pass?” that made you stop in your tracks.

turning around, you saw a teacher.

he looked strict. really strict. his face didn’t help any either.

he looks like he’s unhappy with his life.

he approached you with a stern face, “hall pass?” he asks.

you stutter, “um, i’m just trying to look for..um-”

“i see the excuses, missy. what’s your name?” he interrupts.

“y-y/n l/n.” you got out with another small stutter.

he nods grabbing out his notepad, scribbling on it, most likely his signature, you assumed.

“well, miss l/n, seems like you’re gonna be trouble already,” he says handing you a warning slip. “now get to class.”

jeez.

first day of school and this guy is already on my ass.

you only walked away with a slight huff.

thankfully, soon, you found your english class, to which students were already sat at their desks.

the teacher smiles looking at you, “oh hello! welcome to my english class. what is your name, dear?”

“y/n l/n.” you get out.

“well, my name is Miss Smith, just find a desk to sit at, y/n.” she says checking off the attendance board.

quietly, you found a desk all the way in the back of the class.

perfect.

after taking a seat, you look up seeing aeri turning back and looking at you. she looks at you with disgust before turning away.

she actually seemed disgusted with you.

what did you do wrong? then again, she doesn’t understand what had happened.

you bit the skin at your bottom lip, it hurt when you did.

but it was a habit you couldn’t quit.

class went by in the blink of an eye, and before you know it during third period, it was your time to go to lunch.

you already dreaded the idea of going into the cafeteria. you didn’t even feel like eating, either.

should i just stay in the bathroom until the bell rings?

before you could answer your own question, you found yourself already walking to the bathroom.

it was only when you saw aeri standing at the mirror, applying lip gloss to her full lips.

you stopped in your tracks, frozen.

should i say something to her? no, she hates me. but i should at least try?

your throat felt dry as you anxiously chewed on your bottom lip, and before you could even get the courage to speak up, aeri purposely shoved you with her shoulder leaving the cafeteria.

the action made you stumble back in surprise.

at least you didn’t have to embarrass yourself by talking, somehow.

soon, was art class.

the class was located inside of the gym, so you and others could hear the chaos just from the room. the sound of basketballs dribbling, the sound of shoes squeaking against the floor.

your teacher was calling attendance. he introduced himself as Mr. Donovan. he seemed like a nice person, just off his vibe.

“y/n l/n?” he calls out. you slowly raise your hand in the air.

you look around the room and notice one of your old friends, ning yizhuo.

she likes to be called ningning as her nickname. plus, lots of others couldn’t pronounce her full name correctly to save their life.

her hair was now black, and mid length. it definitely grew over the summer.

going all natural is a nice way to start the school year.

Mr. Donovan said that for the class portfolio, you would be given something to make for the whole year.

basically, you’d make a pieces of art with whatever you were given. each piece was supposed to tell a “story”.

he went around with a bucket filled with tiny folded papers, and what you got was a butterfly.

how am i supposed to tell a story with a butterfly?

it made you think long and hard, and honestly, you felt it to be ridiculous. there was no way you’d be able to be that creative.

ningning had gotten a flower. she seemed excited for it, but she’s an artistic person, so no matter what she would’ve gotten, she would be happy with.

ningning was the one in the friend group who was always making stuff, even if it was silly. she made things from bracelets, to different painting portraits.

she was talented. she even would buy new shoes to paint them to her liking. it seemed silly to others, but she didn’t care.

she loved expressing herself.

but how were you going to express yourself with a simple butterfly?

finally, the school day ended, and you got off the bus and made your way inside your house with your key. you didn’t see your mom’s car in the driveway, nor your dad’s.

once making it inside, you made your way to the kitchen to get some water.

the house was quiet. eerily quiet.

as you grabbed a water bottle from the fridge, you saw a note attached to the fridge by a magnet.

‘pizza in the fridge, just heat it up for dinner. going to be home late, as well as dad. be good.’ — mom

the usual. you swear your parents are just never home.

since you hadn’t eaten breakfast, you decided to eat your pizza early. sitting at the table alone felt nice, but also lonely at the same time.

at least you didn’t have to deal with your parents asking the questions of how school went, if you made any friends, if you liked your classes.

you didn’t feel like talking right now. or ever.

as soon as you finished and placed your plate in the sink, you went upstairs to your room where you went inside of your closet, also where you made it into a little hangout spot.

it’s not big, but just big enough for your to sit in to get away from it all.

the closet made you feel safe. like nothing could get you. sometimes, you even slept in here, to which your mother constantly you nagged you about how you’ll get neck and back pain.

it was the end of the first day of eleventh grade, and you ended it with no new or old friends, a warning slip, and the void of silence.

[anonymousbeefriendfanfics]

Dating Lyney

Day #1 of writing for my beloved in an attempt to coerce him into showing up early. Come home, my little magician, I need you!

Please feel free to send me requests for what you want to see next!

Fandom: Genshin Impact Character: Lyney Warnings: Fluff, magic. Some mild spoilers for the Fontaine archon quest. Note: Some people consider Lyney to be a minor, so keep in mind that he's 18+ in this, even though there's no NSFW.

So you wanna date the rizzler huh? You'd better be prepared, because he's the world's biggest flirt. It literally never stops, no matter if you've been together five weeks or five years. He's always going to have something suave to say, always going to keep surprising you with little magic tricks. It's just how he is, especially when he's passionate about something - or someone. You'd best be ready to hear him say he loves you twenty times a day, and you'd better say it back, too, or else he'll get that adorable pout on his face and hit you with the puppy dog eyes. Sometimes you wonder if the man has a serious bone in his entire body or if Lynette inherited them all, but you know him better than that.

Lyney is such a gentleman. He's ridiculously charismatic, but he's also so, so sweet. He'll do anything and everything for you. He pulls out chairs for you, holds your hand while walking - you'll definitely have to stop him from draping his cape across puddles for you like they do in the movies. It's a little cheesy, sure, but it's so endearing with that sweet, lovesick smile on his face, and you can't help but love him more for it.

He's a very observant person. It just comes with the territory. He's trained himself to pick up on the subtlest little details, and while this primarily applies to magic and his work, but it also applies very heavily to you. He notices everything about you, from what you order at restaurants you go to on dates to what color clothing you prefer to wear to the way your tone and expression naturally shift as you talk about different topics. He memorizes you, so much so that he'll surprise you with things you've mentioned once in his presence, or perhaps not at all - he's quite good at putting pieces together and figuring out things behind the scenes, after all. You once asked him if he had the ability to read your mind after he pulled a slice of your favorite cake out of his hat, and he merely laughed and replied, "a magician never reveals his secrets, my dear~"

Speaking of which, his laugh is one of your favorite sounds in the whole world. The little chuckles and laughs peppered throughout his speech are lovely, of course, but you know they're mostly part of the show he plays for the audience. Your true favorite is the way he laughs when you're alone with him, when you say or do something funny or catch him off guard. There's something so magical about it, like you're getting a private glimpse of his beautiful soul. One of your favorite memories is when you got him to laugh so hard he could barely breathe, a genuine smile stretched across his face and a delightful sparkle in his eyes.

During the early part of your relationship, he's very guarded and secretive, despite his open and outgoing persona. Depending on your thoughts about the organization, he might attempt to hide being a Fatuus from you, just because he's terrified of your reaction. He puts a lot of effort into appearing absolutely perfect, because he believes you deserve nothing less than perfection. Even if he is honest about his work, he holds back his innermost feelings and desires for quite some time, continuing to play the part that is required of him. He cares dearly about you, and he's not about to let you go because of a careless misstep on his part.

It takes him some time before he learns to be vulnerable with you. He's so convinced that he always has to be perfect, that he has to be strong for his siblings and for you, and he doesn't allow himself to show any of the negative emotions that haunt him day after day. Slowly but surely, however, you will break that wall down - brick by brick, if you must. He begins to lower his guard when you are alone, to let the mask slip and show his true feelings, even if they aren't glamorous, even if he hates them. Once he trusts you enough to show you the truth that he hides from even his siblings, your relationship grows even closer.

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[bloodfin]

nothing rusts in the desert;

happy raindrop month everyone. for @midnight-moth

characters: rain, dewdrop

nearly three thousand words of back pain, massage, boys kissing, dry humping. enjoy

title comes from my all time favorite raindrop perfume, with scent notes as follows: pink cactus flowers and sweet grass, with notes of warm rain and woody dry vanilla

Ao3

Dewdrop’s ears prickle at the sound of someone hissing in pain, quickly turning to locate the sound of distress.

It's the new water ghoul, Rain. He's bent halfover, seemingly frozen, bass in hand and halfway off.

Dew rushes over to take its weight, carefully lifting the instrument up so Rain can disentangle from the strap.

"You okay?"

"Mhm," Rain nods, hoping his forced smile doesn't look as much of a grimace as it feels. "Thank you. "

"'Course," he says, placing his, no, Rain's, bass, into its tired stand. Dew silently appraises him for a moment, noting the way his brows furrow as he straightens, his hand searching below his ribcage on his back, a shaky exhale and the definite scent of pain.

"Maybe you should rest this afternoon -"

"No, no," Rain interrupts a little too quickly. "Just pulled something, I think. Still getting used to the whole having legs all the time thing, you know?"

Dew does know, does not fondly remember his first few weeks topside when everything tasted wrong and he couldn't get his feet right.

"'Kay, but let me know if you need help, yeah?"

"Yeah," Rain tries to smile again. He straightens as best he can to walk, or perhaps shuffle, to the practice room's west doors, the ones that lead directly to the gardens.

Dew grabs his phone from his pocket, sends Mountain a quick text.

'Don't let the new guy work too hard.'

-

When Dew returns to the commons it's dinner time, the table overflowing with freshly picked vegetables and still warm bread.

It smells great, really, but he immediately clocks the absence of a certain bioluminescent ghoul.

"Where's Rain?" Dew asks, casually leaning on the back of his chair. He has a feeling he already knows.

"Said he wasn't feeling well, poor thing," Cumulus tuts, laying out the last set of cutlery.

Dew hums, he was right of course. He picks up a plate and stacks a few pieces of the sourdough Cumulus had been so kind to make, along with some sliced fruit and grilled vegetables.

"I'll bring him a little bit, but don't wait for me."

Cumulus nods, and Dewdrop leans his head on her soft shoulder for just a moment before heading down the hall, stopping at the door right next to his. He knocks gently and waits, but receives no answer.

He knocks again, firmer this time, and hears a muffled 'it's open' in response.

"Rain? I brought you some dinner," Dew starts, blinking his eyes a few times to adjust to the dim lighting. Not only is Rain a water ghoul, but he's a deep water ghoul - preferring low light and high humidity.

"Oh Rain," he sighs to himself, setting the plate of food on his desk. Rain is face down in his bed, stretched out at some terrible angle, the scent of pain so thick Dew is surprised he didn't smell it creeping out from under the door.

"'S the only thing that feels good," Rain mumbles, shifting his head on the pillow so Dew could hear him a little better.

"Do you want some help?"

"Mhm."

Rain is trying, really trying, to not sound as whiny as he feels. But Dew is a gentle-ghoul after all, and wouldn't mention if he did.

"Can I sit?"

Dew takes the ruffled sound of Rain nodding his head against his pillow as a yes, and seats himself next to the sprawled out ghoul.

"Here?" he asks, placing gentle fingers against Rain's back, at his mid-ribcage.

"Lower," Rain grumbles, sucking in a sharp breath when Dew presses his fingers right into the knot. "Yeah. There."

"Don't worry sharkbait, I've got you."

"What?"

"It's from a movie. We'll watch it when you feel better."

"'Kay," Rain breathes softly, looking over at Dew with half lidded eyes, a soft blanket bunched tightly in his fist. "Ready when you are."

Dew nods and places one hand on Rain's side to steady himself and provide counterpressure, tries very hard to not think about how perfectly his hand fits between Rain's gills. He focuses heat into his fingertips and begins to rub small circles right into the most tender spot.

He can feel the knotted muscle, what should be strong but pliable feeling hard beneath his calloused fingers. He presses a little harder, whispering quiet apologies when Rain sucks in a hard breath.

"’S okay," he sighs, and adjusts his grip on the blanket.

Dew focuses on a press and pull, working at the overstressed muscles and finding more as he increases the radius of his ministrations. The shirt, however, is an issue. Each push of his fingers scratches itchy cotton against sensitive water ghoul skin, and that simply cannot be helpful.

"Can I -"

"Do you want me to -"

Dew laughs under his breath, flattening his palm on Rain's back.

"Let me."

He slips warm nimble fingers under the hem of Rain's shirt and slowly slips it up his body, helping him work his arms and head out before tossing it to the floor. When he turns he sees a familiar brown glass pot, much like the one in his own room.

"That from Mountain?"

"Yeah," Rain nods, readjusting into the pillows. "Said it would help and insisted I take it. Guess I do look terrible, because he didn't let me do anything but sit in a wheelbarrow and pull water into the soil today."

Dew neither agrees or disagrees, and instead reaches for the pot to open it. He's hit with the scent of eucalyptus and arnica, followed by lavender and chamomile. He rubs the balm between his fingers and returns them to Rain's skin; the corner of his mouth ticks up when Rain sighs in relief.

"Feel good?" he murmurs, watching the way Rain's freckles dimple under his fingers. There's a few flashes of luminescence that run up Rain's spine and Dew can't help but feel a little bit of loss. He can't really do that anymore. But it's okay, he reminds himself, because he can press heat into Rain's skin from his very own fingertips and maybe that will be worth all he's given up.

Dew pauses for a moment and blinks to clear his head, unsure of where that train of thought came from. He tries to shake it out of his ear and refocuses on the task at hand. He would never admit it, not even to Lucifer himself, but that task is slowly morphing from helping to work out a sore muscle to getting Rain to make as many of those breathy noises as possible.

And so that's what he does: concentrates on pressing heat into the muscles of Rain's back, watching his gills flutter. Absolutely not thinking about licking into one.

Because he's a gentle-ghoul.

When Rain rolls his hips with a quiet moan Dew pauses for a moment, rubs his thumb in back and forth over that one particular sore spot.

"I can -" he starts, tries to cough a little to disguise how rough his voice has become. "I can make it better."

Rain, on the other hand, has given up any semblance of pretense.

"Please, Dew."

It's at this moment that Dew decides those are his favorite words. The way Rain says them, full of want. The way his name sounds in that cute accent the deep water ghouls have, something about the way their larynx developed. Maybe he should've paid more attention in biology at seminary but he can't be bothered now.

He has a goal, and it's to make Rain feel better.

And maybe hear him say that again… at least once. Maybe a few more times.

‘Gentle-ghoul,’ he reminds himself, and swings his leg over Rain's hips, straddling him so he can put more weight behind the pressure.

Rain all but flattens when Dew begins to really push, kneading into his flesh with more power than outward appearances might indicate. Dew shifts so he's not quite sitting on Rain, knowing the heat and hardness would be quite obvious. If Dew could feel Rain the same way the mattress did, he'd probably not be so self-conscious.

“More,” Rain sighs, and Dew feels his resolve steadily dropping.

He leans forward, palms between shoulders, pushing at sore flesh that hasn't had half a chance to acclimate properly. He notes a few dry, faded patches of skin and thinks after this, a bath is needed. So he can show Rain how to soak properly.

Yeah. A bath. For educational, medical reasons. But he feels like he needs to shift his attention again. Far more important things to focus on at the moment.

Like the way Rain's skin dimples under his fingers, or how it stays cool on the surface despite the heat being pushed into it. The way little flickers and flashes of luminescence trail up Rain's spine, travel outwards like lightning flowers, the nerves themselves telling Dew where to focus his attention. The feeling of hard, knotted muscle softening under his fingers, becoming more pliant as he relaxes.

The way he moans Dew's name into his pillow when he pushes against him just right.

Dew is leaning over him, he can't help it. Kneading into his shoulder blade. Fighting the urge to roll his hips.

“Feel good, baby?”

Rain chirps in question. And Dew coughs. Tries to cover it.

“Mm - Rainy?”

“Yeah,” he sighs, and Dew swallows hard. He can feel his grip loosening with every breath, every tremor, and when Rain rolls his hips into the mattress again Dew curses, out loud this time.

It's Rain's turn to check in, and he pushes himself up on one elbow so he can look at Dew a little better.

“You alright -” he starts, but Dew hadn't been expecting the movement. It catches him off guard and he finds himself pressed into Rain's back.

“Oh.”

“Sorry,” Dew mumbles, every fiber of his body aching for more.

“No, don't have to be,” Rain smiles, a pretty navy flush spreading across his nose. “Feels. You feel… it's -”

“Different?” Dew supplies helpfully. Rain nods and Dew wonders if maybe he’s fighting with himself, too.

“I get it, it's all different. It feels more intense, somehow. Maybe because up here these vessels are much closer to mortality than they ever would be back home.”

“Could be.”

“How's your back?”

“Definitely better, but -”

Dew can sense Rain's hesitation and moves to climb off of him, but Rain's tail darts out to wrap around Dew's waist, keeping him from going too far away.

“Sorry, I just… can't figure out how to, well.”

It's Dewdrop’s turn to flush, he can feel it build in his cheeks and the tips of his ears. His nose twitches and he registers how the scent of the room has changed, from decaying salt marsh to warm rain and pink cactus flowers.

“I can fix that too,” he murmurs, offering a shallow roll of his hips. “If you want.”

“Fuck, Dewdrop. Please.”

Dew isn't sure how it's possible for him to be any harder than he was, but Rain sounding like that is making him feel like he can't see right, like nothing else in this world matters. He ruts against Rain harder this time, feels the stiff fabric of his jeans rub against his cock and he can't help the shudder that runs down his spine.

Rain rocks back to meet him, turning his head to try and get a better look at Dew's face.

“Wanna see you,” he mumbles, and Dew looks up from where he'd been staring into Rain's back, eyes tracing the natural patterns of his flesh. He nods quickly, lifts himself and lets Rain roll over before quickly settling back between his legs.

Dew feels sticky warmth through his jeans the moment their bodies touch, and he can't help but wonder how long Rain had spent grinding into the mattress that he didn't notice.

“So wet,” Dew grins, and Rain nods quickly. He then arches his back up and grinds himself against Dew, hips searching out friction as he pulls him closer. Tail still draped across his waist, a long leg weaving between his own.

When Rain’s hand starts to tug at Dew's shirt he quickly acquiesces, tossing it off and away without much preamble.

“Pretty,” Rain says, thumb running across one of Dew's pierced nipples. It feels like electricity when Rain touches him, the shock running straight down his spine so quickly he wonders if part of his own previous water nature had just been reawakened.

“You're pretty,” he breathes, warm breath fanning across Rain's cheek. He brings his thumb up to brush across his lower lip, pulling it free from his fang. “Real pretty.”

Dew is a lot of things, but he's not a liar. Rain is pretty. All dark, curly hair. Eyes a bright blue, though with his pupils blown this wide he may as well be staring into the depths themselves, only a thin ring of color left at this point. Navy flush across his nose, making his mossy freckles stand out against grey-blue skin. The way his ear fins are flushing now, too, being studied like this.

Dew's tongue darts out to lick his dry lips and Rain's eyes drop to follow the motion. He swallows, hard, and Dew feels his fingertips tremble where they're glued just above the tail wrapped around his waist.

‘Gentle-ghoul be damned,’ Dew thinks briefly, before crushing his lips to Rain's.

The kiss leaves them both breathless with a stark shift in the air towards something more desperate. They part, for just a moment, and Dew rolls his hips against Rain, friction dragging pleasured groans from each.

“Dew,” Rain pants, looking at him with wide, glassy eyes, “please don't stop.”

“Yeah,” he nods, slides his hand up from Rain's chest to cradle the back of his head, lithe fingers combing through dark curls while his thumb rests at his ear.

Dew brings his lips back to Rain's, kisses him softly before licking at the seam. Rain lets him in, of course, moans at the warmth of Dew's tongue filling his mouth. Rain's tail shifts around Dew's waist and he starts to pull, his hips meeting the rhythm Dew sets.

Dew moans into his mouth and grinds down, cock dragging against fabric and Rain's own hardness. He has a fleeting thought, about what might be hiding underneath those tight black jeans. He's excited to find out, but right now he just wants to see Rain come.

He starts to kiss across Rain's jaw, down the column of his throat. Distracted for just a moment by Rain's beauty, how his proud nose looks in profile, how his flush spreads across his whole face, how bright his own golden skin looks pressed against his cheek. He's pulled from his thoughts by a firm roll of Rain's hips, and his lips find his Adam's apple as it bobs with a deep groan.

“Take what you need,” Dew murmurs, turning his head to suck at the corner of Rain's jaw.

“Harder, wanna feel it.”

Dew feels like he might burn the whole Abbey down with the way those words light a fire in his gut. He obeys, it’s a simple request, and pulls that tender skin between his teeth, sucking a dark purple mark. When Rain sighs for more he presses his thumb into it, feels himself spurting at the low sounds coming from deep in Rain's chest.

Rain tightens his tail and Dew licks at his jaw, working himself behind the delicate fin of his ear to taste him there, too. Always where a water ghoul's essence is strongest.

“C'mon, let go Rainy,” he murmurs, wrapping his long fingers under his jaw, tipping his head back to get better access to the sensitive skin.

“The other name, fuck - Dew, what you called me before -” Rain sounds wrecked, and the failing rhythm of his hips lets Dew know he's close, searching out that last push to fall over the edge.

Dew groans into him, teeth scraping sensitive skin while Rain’s claws drag down Dew's back.

“You gonna come for me baby?”

Dew couldn't tell where that voice just came from, deep and rusty pressed into Rain's neck as hard as he's pressing against his cock. Rain's tail tightens, his claws dig in, and Dew is almost certain the warm trickle he feels running down his spine is blood.

Just another reason to take that bath.

When he ruts against Rain it's clumsy, their hips no longer in sync but searching for each other anyways. Dew flips his hair over his shoulder so he can watch Rain's face, the way his eyes crinkle at the corners matching his nose. All sense is gone, Rain's just babbling now, and Dew is chasing his release as much as he's searching for Rain's, his own tail coiled around Rain's leg so tight he's not sure how much feeling will be left when they finish.

“That's it baby,” Dew urges, and Rain full-on whines.

It's nothing short of a miracle that Dew doesn't bust that very moment.

No, what gets him is Rain arching his back and grinding right into cock, crying out Dew's name with no sense of volume. They certainly heard him in the commons and right now Dew honestly couldn't care less. The only thing he cares about is how wet he is, how wet Rain is, how he's had however many orgasms topside but not a single one has ever felt quite like that.

Something he shouldn't dwell on.

Probably.

So instead he lifts his head from where it's taken residence on Rain's chest, humming at the blissed out water god. Ghoul.

“You know, I saw you had a few dry patches. Tough spots to soak. You want me to fix those too?”

“Yeah,” Rain smiles, squeezing the hand Dew has splayed across his pounding heart. “Yeah, I do.”

Part 2: the air is full of ghosts

[your-unfriendlyghost]

I dunno when you're gonna see this but take your time. I just wanted to know your opinion on the musical and if you had to pick a favorite NEW character, who would it be?

Ohhh lord. I’m preemptively sorry for all this. 

  So I haven’t seen the musical, and honestly I don’t plan to. I’m not much of a musical person in general. There’s definitely a place for them, but yk, I’m just not that into theatrical, over the top, song-filled ways of tellin stories…I may be in the school play now, but I’m a movie guy not a theater kid 🥲

  Aside from that (probably small-minded) preference, according to what I’ve picked up from y’all, the musical apparently has done a lotta things with the plot/characters that I’m just not into. I guess I just am not a big fan of the musical’s changes. I understand that it's a different medium, and lets be real I know nothing about musicals, so I’m sure the changes make sense in context, but I dunno…it just feels so different to me, enough so that I’m just not interested in it. Plus I’ve tried listening to the music n I just don’t vibe w/ most of it. 

  >>BUT I did hear the Little Brother song (Daryl Tofa cover I think) tho and that one went pretty damn hard ngl. I do not like the Johnny/Dally lil brother thing, but BOY that song was AMAZING. Really dug it. Very emotional, in a way where I could really feel it. That doesn’t happen to me very often lol.

  Idk tho aside from that I tend to refrain from commenting on the musical because I don’t have a lotta good to say about it, and I just don’t feel like it’s necessary for me to talk about something a bunch of folks like if I’m just gonna be bitchy lol. (Which is why I’m gonna tag this post very minimally lol 😭) Gah idk. Steve Randle and Randy Adderson deserved better. 

More bitchin under the cut, because I have some very silly nitpicks that I know aren’t a big deal, but I keep seeing these things around and they irritate me personally. For stupid personal reasons. It’s totally ok to dig these things/characters I’m just a hater at heart lol. So yk don’t hit the read more if ya don’t wanna see me bein a whiny, petty jerk abt things ya probably like 😭😭

  BEFORE that tho, some things I do like about the musical:

-Marcia looks perfect, no notes. Musical Marcia rocks

-Musical Cherry is also cool, n I dig her fit

-Daryl Tofa seems awesome. I like his Two-Bit, I like his Dally, I like him. I know next to nothing about him, but he was a fantastic casting choice imo. Two-Bit is still Emilio Estevez to me, but Daryl Tofa’s Two-Bit is pretty much perfect too

-Johnny’s fit is cool

-I like that the cast seems to like Marbit :)) 

-The way the cast posts things/interacts w/ the fandom is very endearing :)) I may not give a damn abt any of them really, but it’s fun seein’ y’all freak out abt it. Feels like watching a party from the sidelines in a good way- like I may not understand, but it’s charming and fun to see y’all happy ‘bout it 

-Soda’s actor quoted the “People who stay and people who leave” thing, so I don’t even care much that he’s not how I picture Soda- like he clearly gets Soda n that’s pretty cool

Ok time for the whining

-“Chet” is the name my folks used to say they were naming me before I was born, because they thought it was an awful name and they thought it was funny seeing folks’ reactions. So I’m pretty primed to dislike him by name alone.

-Chet/Soda annoys me, Soda has Steve he doesn’t need some Soc jerk. Y’all have Parry for ur homoerotic Soc x greaser stuff, don’t kill Stevepop man

-Cherrycola is just Marbit but blander 😭

-I also am not fond of cutting Randy?? Like why tf did they cut Randy Adderson?? I liked him a lot in the book/movie, and he really added a lot to the plot in my opinion…But idk, whatever…

-“Trip”- shut up, just LET HIM BE RANDY, HOLY HELL! he could be played COMPLETELY THE SAME just CALL HIM RANDY and I’ll stop being mad about it :,)

-the Dally/Johnny little brother thing…it’s a take, but it’s the most boring take for their characters ever, and I just despise that view of Johnny. Idk if I were him I’d be so pissed, having a friend who’s just a year older than me callin’ me “little brother”. But that’s just me! I definitely see why folks dig it, it’s just not my thing.

-I am probably also personally resentful towards the musical because I couldn’t afford to see it this summer, which just felt very ironic considering the themes about class divide and all. Like great, y’all have fun spending a crap ton of money on a musical about greasers. I’ll spend mine on gas for my car. And food. Whatever. I was in NY this summer too, so Broadway Outsiders straight up haunted me. There were brochures for it in the hotel. We walked past the Jacobs Theater a bunch on the way to restaurants and stuff. The ad for it is in the background of all my selfies in Times Square… Aughhhh I’m bein such a bitch about it ik ik it’s so unfair and so stupidly petty for me to be so irritated about it. I know. I can’t help it. Sue me, I’m not a logical man.

-I do NOT care about Paul. But there’s more like…tension w/ Paul in the musical, so obviously everyone’s latched onto him + Darry. Fine. I just really really don’t care about him, and seeing something I don’t care about constantly is turning neutrality into disdain…which is again such a me problem n I needa just get over it lol. I won’t though. I wish I could.

-Not into the way Dally dies in the musical. It is cool, don’t get me wrong, I love me a good train, but something about the way he died in the book/movie felt more like Dally to me. Idk. There was more plausible deniability or something, like Dally could convince himself he was going down fighting instead of “giving up”. (Kinda crass ik but…so is Dally, man)

-The Socs annoy me. That is so hypocritical since one of my favorite characters is Steve Randle. I know it. I swear I do. But ughhhh I just don’t like hearing about them…I’m so sorry

-Soda shouldn’t be that buff man he really shouldn’t. Also feel like he should be prettier. Jason’s good looking, but not in a very “sensitive” way…TO ME! And that is ridiculously unfair of me lol. Idk Rob Lowe’s Soda is irreplaceable to me I think (I can’t help it he’s my gay awakening) (/J/J/J ISTG)

-I miss Steve’s vest man, it was so tuff. The way it’s cropped in the movie to meet the waistband of his jeans?? The way the collar’s popped?? The fit w/ the tank top underneath?? Genuinely the height of coolness to me. I had a denim vest before watching Outsiders, but after watching it I bought one in the same brand as Steve’s because the fit was so fire man (n it does fit better than my old one lol. IDK what it is abt Lee’s denim, but their jacket makes my shoulders + waist look so much better than my old jacket it’s great) tl;dr I miss Steve’s vest it was my fav Outsiders character

-I don’t r e a l l y care much about Ace…I mean she’s ok, and she does look very cool, but I just wish we were clearer on her…role in the gang, I guess? I dunno (maybe if she was Two’s lil sister it wouldn’t bug me? Like cos he canonically has a little sister?? Or if she was like…Sylvia or smth… but nah she occupies an entirely different role so idk how to feel abt that)

-I don’t like that Steve “travelled here w/ Dally”. Steve is SODA’S BEST FRIEND! THAT’S HIS WHOLE ROLE!

-They shoulda casted me. Look I may not like musicals but I can sing GREAT and it’s frankly appalling that there’s a modern Outsiders adaptation and I don’t get to be part of it. Smh. I’d be a great Steve. I coulda been Steve. Plus I’m Asian so yk. Diversity. (I’m a minor they could not and would not cast me lol this one’s a joke)

-I don’t love the Pony n Johnny as best friends take. I think they became close because of Windrixville, which is just another thing that adds to the tragedy of Johnny dying. That’s a nitpick tho again. It’s not that big a deal :,)

Augh so ik I needa just cope with all of this but y’know…you asked… :,)

Sorry again for all this lol 😭

[percyjackson-post]

What the Percy Jackson and Olympians characters would give as birthday gifts

Percy- A homemade baked good. That boy loves birthdays, and he loves baking; you will not convince me of anything else. He’s bringing something with far too much sugar and a truly concerning amount of blue dye. Most often his gift is blue cookies his mom helped him bake.

Annabeth- That girl is spending weeks agonizing over what to get. She needs it to be perfect, and she has to know you’ll love it. Which you will because she managed to track down something you mentioned 7 months ago that you think about constantly. It’s usually a very practical gift, but it is exactly what you need. One year it’s new headphones, another it's a brighter lamp; it's always something you want but can’t convince yourself is a priority.

Hazel- Hazel is making you a homemade card and a personalized drawing. She puts in so much effort, and it’s truly a beautiful gift. The minute she hands it to you, her eyes are shining, and she’s fighting back the biggest grin as she waits for your reaction. It will almost definitely be an intricate drawing of your favorite memory with her.

Frank- His gift is a small handmade trinket that took him a lot longer to make than he’d be willing to admit. It’s intricate and exactly your style. He looks a bit embarrassed and nervous as you open it, but then he's smiling and excitedly explaining exactly why he wanted to make it for you. It’s something like a wooden carving of your favorite animal or a new cover for your weapon. 

Leo- You never know what you’re going to get from him, but you do know it will leave you laughing so hard your sides hurt. It’s also a handmade gift, but it’s less personalized and more something Leo thinks is cool and he knows you’ll also like. The fact it may be a fire hazard is just a part of the charm. His gift is a small animatronic toy that can and will turn into a dangerous weapon.

Jason- He listens a lot more than you give him credit for. He will always end up giving you something super meaningful that will remind you of how much he cares. It’s not an extravagant gift; it’s something you’ll use a lot or will see constantly and smile to yourself as you’re reminded of the memory. It’s a weighted blanket for late nights or a new version stuffed animal you loved but lost.

Piper- Her gifts are always incredibly chaotic, but you realize there is a lot of thought put into them. She’s got a good memory and will pick something very specific that you mentioned off-handedly once. You don’t need it, but life will be a bit more fun with it than without. A ridiculous, bendy straw to drink from bed or a blanket that looks like food—truly,  you will never be prepared for what you get.

Thalia- She tries to be nonchalant, but she’s got a sly smile, and you can see how excited she is to give you a gift. It’s almost guaranteed to be a weapon, but it will be absolutely perfect for what you need. You can tell she spent a long time picking something out for you specifically, but she’s going to play it off like she just happened to come across it. 

Nico- Whatever he gives you will surprise you, that’s for certain. A lot of people joke that he’s bringing some basic dark gift, but that excited 10-year-old boy is still just as much a part of him, however. His gift is something you’ll be able to do with friends and something that will keep spirits high and laughter going. Often it is a card game that you can tuck away and take with you; he knows what it’s like to feel alone on a quest.

Will- He’s giving you a free pass to not be scolded the next time you end up in the infirmary. You need it. Kidding…mostly. He’s getting you something semi-specific from the mortal world that you can share with friends. Sometimes it goes with Nico’s gift, but it’s also something completely his own. A set of movie CDs, a giant container of popcorn (he’s not as stuck up on health as everyone likes to tease)

Grover- Enchiladas. It’s not even a question or hypothetical that guy is bringing over at least 20 cheese enchiladas from his favorite restaurant. You’ll be lucky if they last more than 10 minutes. They’re incredible, and even if you’ve had them 20 times you’re eating, them like the ambrosia of the god

[silenzahra]

^me inviting myself into your inbox like I own the place yet again

What's up, sis?👋

Since much like myself you're a Disney fan and we seem to have similar taste in them, what are your, say, top 5 favorite Disney movies and what do you like about them (a few words are fine, not asking for an essay, dw)?

To narrow it down a bit, let's exclude Pixar movies from this ranking, although I sure wouldn't mind hearing about your favorite Pixar movies - and DreamWorks movies, for that matter - as well.

Just something fun to think about in your spare time😁

Hey there, bro 👋

This was definitely the BEST way for my beloved twin to come into my inbox 😁😁 Which of course is YOUR inbox too, my dear Mugi!! 🥰

Oooohhh hehe, I absolutely LOVE that you asked me this question 😁😁 Hmmmm I can't promise I won't write short essays, but I'll try to keep it short lol 🤪

Okay, it was hard as heck to reduce it only to five movies (I could totally tell you my top 50 lol), but I picked the ones that are most significant to me for one reason or another. So, let's-a go!

5 - Beauty and the Beast

I mean, this one HAD to be here. This movie isn't only beautiful and hides valuable lessons, but also, Belle is the Disney Princess I relate to the most. I mean... just look at her 👇

She's literally me walking into a bookstore lol. And not only she's a bookworm like me, but also a daydreamer, aims to have more in her life than she already has, and I really admire her strength and bravery. I also love the rest of the characters, the entire movie is such a delight for the eyes, and the music is wonderful too. I can never get tired of watching it honestly. And even though I liked the live action version, I still prefer the original one.

Anyways, I said I'd keep it short so let's move on to the next one 👇

4 - Aladdin

Prince Ali, fabulous he, Ali Ababwa 🎶

Okay, I know Aladdin isn't exactly the most sincere person on Earth, but I still love his personality so much, especially his kindness and gentleness. The entire movie is pure fantasy to me, both the characters and the songs immediately bring me back to my childhood, and I really love the story, the lessons, and of course the jokes 🤭 And all the characters are just so unique... especially the Genie! Always wanted to have a friend like him hehe 😁

Robin Williams really was a legend 👏👏

3 - The Emperor's New Groove

I mean... need I say more? 😁

This movie is the FUNNIEST. I could watch it over and over again and I'd still laugh at every single joke, the characters' shenanigans, and obviously this iconic scene that I know both in English and Spanish 😂 Besides, Yzma is my most favorite Disney villain. She's my spiritual animal lol 😂 She and Kronk make one of the most comical (if not THE) duos ever, I swear I could just die laughing because of them 💀

I have to say I can actually understand her since Kuzco really is a brat at the beginning of the movie (I wanted to punch him lol). But also, speaking of which, one of my favorite scenes is him and Pacha learning to climb up the mountain back to back. Reminds me of a certain pair of brothers 😁

2 - Tangled

Beautiful, BEAUTIFUL movie 😍😍😍

It's just. SO MAGICAL. This movie is also an immediate jump back to my childhood and how I always believed in the magic that was shown in my favorite Disney movies. The story is beautiful and gives so many amazing lessons, the visuals are wonderful and breathtaking, with tons of purple and yellow going together, and you know I just LOVE that combo very much. And I swear, the Kingdom Dance scene immediately followed by the floating laterns one... Yeah, I cry a lot watching those. Like a baby 🥲 Just, the magic really hits me with this movie and specifically with these two scenes. And I freaking LOVE Rapunzel and Eugene and their relationship, both separately and as a couple they're just my favorites ever. And the ending kills me every time 🥲

My favorite Disney couple, just. They're PERFECT. Rapunzel is awesome, she's actually my favorite Disney princess because I just ADORE her personality and all her growth and evolution throughout the movie. And Flynn/Eugene is just so silly and charming and handsome. I'd marry him on the spot 👉👈

I had to ramble a bit more about this one because it's my second favorite, I mean 😅 Buuuut here's my top 1! 👇

1 - The Lion King

I swear just by seeing the sun rising I can hear the song in my head and I get all the chills. This movie is just PERFECT in every way to me. It has one of the BEST soundtracks of all time, I literally can't pick a favorite song, and the instrumental ones also break me (especially the music from the scene where Simba and Mufasa play together 🥲). The story is awesome and so deep, and I love how the funny moments are balanced so well with the serious ones.

I absolutely LOVE all the characters, especially Simba (and Mufasa, always loved and admired him), and again I really love his evolution throughout the movie. And, again 🤪 the visuals are wonderful. I've always loved warm colors and I just adore how beautiful this entire movie looks. Also, yes, I cry my heart out with THAT scene, and the ending also makes me so emotional 🥲

Oh, and I just can't forget about Scar. The CHILLS this character gives me! I'd say he's the best Disney villain simply because he does achieve his goal... and doesn't hesitate to murder his own brother to get it. Also his song is just freaking awesome lol, one of the many Disney songs that I know by heart in both Spanish and English 👏👏

Aaaand before I go, since you mentioned Pixar and Dreamworks, lemme just add a couple of gifs to show which are my favorite films from each studio 😁

So there you have it!! These are my answers and I really hope you enjoyed reading them 😁😁

Thank you so so much for sending this ask, my dear bro!! I really LOVE talking about Disney as you can see hehe, and of course I LOVE getting asks too 🥰 So I hope I could satiate your curiosity and I'll be more than happy to hear your thoughts on my choices ❤️💚

[rory-multifandom-mess]

i see you've gotten yourself into the rabbit hole that is the transformers franchise! So here's a simple question:

Out of all the iterations you've seen, who's your favorite Autobot and favorite Decepticon?

Oh my GOODDD. Give me a second to even remember all the iterations I’ve seen one second

Ok so MTMTE/LL, Prime, Rescue Bots and Rescue Bots Acadamy, Animated, and Armada. I’ll start with Animated because that was the first one I was introduced to.

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Tranformers: Animated - Favorite Autobot has definitely got to be Bumblebee, but Jazz is a close second. I see a lot of myself in that lil yellow guy— constantly being picked on for his height, self esteem issues that come off as over confidence, constantly wanting to prove himself— yeah that’s just me but in robot font. And much worse. Jazz being a close second is entirely because he was just really cool.

Now my favorite Decepticon from Animated is 1,000% Blitzwing. I fucking LOVED his german accent and his personality switch gimmick. I hope it’s not disrespectful to call it a gimmick, but like. If you watch the show it really is just a gimmick. You got the cold and calm one, usually the main face, the brute with all the anger in the world, and then the Batshit Crazy guy. He’s so incredibly silly. I love him.

(The rest under the cut, this is gonna get long)

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Tranformers: Prime - Favorite Autobot is EAAASILYY Smokescreen. How could you NOT like him??? His character arc is one of, if not THE, best in the whole series. He first joins the Autobots acting like a new cadet, arrogant and sloppy, but raring to fight and throw himself headfirst into battle. He was kind of rude to the others, but through experience and making mistakes, he begins to mature and apologizes when needed. He beats himself up when he makes mistakes, no matter how small (me too).

But then, at the end of season 2 and beginning of season 3 I think, he goes through something traumatic. Optimus, nearly dead, presents the matrix to him, saying that it was time for a new prime, and that prime was to be him. And like. You expect Smokescreen to take it. BUT HE DOESN’T. Instead he goes and brings the Forge of Solus Prime to Optimus and REVIVES HIM.

Smokescreen refuses the Matrix of Leadership, not because he was in denial about Optimus dying, but because he recognized that he wasn’t ready. He showed humility, something he hadn’t shown since he arrived, and he showed compassion. Like. Just. LOOK AT THIS CLIP FROM THE MOVIE.

Anyway. Smokescreen makes me ill. Moving on

My favorite Decepticon from Prime is Shockwave. For no good reason other than god he’s hot. His voice…. his walk….. he could eviscerate me and I’d thank him.

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MTMTE/LL - Now I would call this IDW but I don’t want to be misleading since I haven’t exactly read every single IDW comic in existence, so I’ll just stick to the story I read a lot. ANYWAY. Favorite autobot is Rung, obviously. Who do you think I am. Lovable psychiatrist who gets forgotten about a lot despite being these bots’ psychiatrist for like 6 centuries (RED ALERT). Anyway. And he has a ✨✨Dark Secret✨✨. Which is. The fact he is LITERALLY GOD. But it’s ok because he didn’t know it either. aND THEN HE DIES AND HIS FINAL WISH IS DON’T FORGET ME AND GUESS WHAT EVERYONE D- [gets shot]

Rung makes me ill.

First Aid is a close second. He also makes me ill. Lengthwise…… (<- obscure reference)

Favorite Decepticon… Is really hard to decide because there are so many good options in MTMTE/LL. I’ll pick two for this one, since they’re part of opposing groups within the Decepticons anyway. Those two are Fulcrum and Kaon.

Fulcrum is part of the Scavengers, along with Krok, Crankcase, Spinister, Misfire, and Flywheels. Though he like instantly dies. Anyway. I think I just really like his design and personality, since there really isn’t any arc with this guy. He’s just silly.

And then there’s Kaon, who is part of the D.J.D. (Decepticon Justice Division. To those who don’t know them, they’re a group of Decepticons lead by Tarn who go around the galaxy killing Decepticons who went rogue, awol, or just strayed up betrayed the Decepticon clause. And they don’t just. Bam dead, they torture their victims, killing them slowly and brutally.) He turns into an electric chair and I mostly like him because of his design and he seems like the silliest of the D.J.D. having that attachment with The Pet n’ all. No character arc to ramble about. I just like him.

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Transformers: Rescue Bots Academy - Favorite Autobot is Easy Peasy! That would be Hot Shot for mostly the same reasons as Animated Bee and Prime Smokescreen. I see A lot of myself in him, and his character arc is absolutely amazing. Basically the same as Smokescreen’s, except he doesn’t witness someone almost die LMAO

There aren't any Decepticons in RBA, but I will say my favorite of the teacher was Blades, which leads me to my next iteration!

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Transformers: Rescue Bots - Keep in mind, I'm still in the middle of watching this one, so I'm only up to season 2 episode... 4 or 5, I can't remember. Anyway. Favorite Autobot is Blades, as previously mentioned. He's just so silly, and I adore the fact he's such a huge Bumblebee fan. I love the idea of him, a helicopter, being scared of heights. Me too buddy, me too.

Again RB does not have any decepticons as far as I'm aware, and I hardly remember any of the villains.

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And lastly, Transformers: Armada - Much like RBA, my favorite Autobot in this whole 4 season long series was Hot Shot. I don't remember his exact character arc since it's been a year since I started watching the show, but I do remember I liked it a lot. He was silly and goofy and, much like Smokescreen, matured over time. Oh, and also GODDAMNIT HIS VOICE. It's so soft and adorable and everything but when he yells oh BOY does he YELL. That shit gets GRAVELLY and HOARSE. Oh and also he's voiced by Brent fuckign Miller, the same dude who voices Zane in Ninjago, so... You can say I'm biased because Zane is my favorite ninja.

And as for favorite Decepticon, though he doesn't end up actually being a Decepticon but he is still an antagonist so I'm counting it anyway, is Sideways. And it's entirely because of his voice because I don't remember what he was like before season 4. IT'S SO FUCKING HOT PLEASE HEAR ME OUT ON THIS.

Also, he's voiced by the same guy who voices Sensei Wu also in Ninjago. Take that as you will.

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I LOVE RAMBLING!!! WOOOO. Anyway uuh. Here's a long answer to a simple question. Enjoy.

[jebbzfixations]

I’ve been writing essays about criminal minds so much that you’d think it’s my number one hyperfixation, but that actually isn’t true. It was back when I first watched it, but my writing about criminal minds is more of a “research” project to me than an intense fixation. Inception, however? Oh boy. This is a long winded way of me saying I’m about to write so incredibly much about this movie that is really, truly unnecessary. I’ve done this before on letterboxd on my last rewatch, but on this rewatch, I figured I’d have more fun writing here.

I decided to rewatch mostly on a whim, deciding to take handwritten notes that’ll stay private because it’s mostly just nonsense and the bones of what I’m writing about here. I’m constantly thinking about this movie. It’s a 24/7, 365 days type of thing. This fucking film is entrenched in my every day existence to the point that I genuinely don’t think I’ve gone a day without thinking about it since the hyperfixation took hold over two years ago. In a way, Inception sort of got performed on me when I watched this. An idea got implanted, and it’s come to define me. Part of why I rewatched, I suppose, is because of all the work I’ve been putting into the Eames x Arthur fic I’ve been writing. It’s been a multi-month affair, and I recently finally hit roughly halfway through the behemoth of a story. As I’m sure you can tell, conciseness isn’t my strong suit. Never has been.

With that, I think I’ll start this analysis/essay/rambling with those two idiots. The Eames x Arthur ship (do we call it dreamhusbands? I like that even if it’s kinda corny) is what kickstarted my obsession with this film. It actually wasn’t my first watch that sent me into this never ending spiral. When I first saw it, I was sitting on my dad’s couch and was like “whoa cool movie.” Then, on a second watch, I thought, “whoa cool movie. Those two are definitely gay.” And here we are. I know any fan of this ship has picked apart every Eames-Arthur scene, considering they really don’t get a ton of screen time together. But I think I differ from a lot of the typical analysis of these two. I think a lot of people see them as scorned exes or something similar. I definitely get that lens, but I’ve personally never seen it that way. To me, they’re more so two people who have built up so much tension over time that they pretty much want to kill each other in the process of wanting to sleep together. Their conversations are all so flirty in a way I don’t think bitter exes would be. The fling theory works a little better for me, but I just don’t think two people who had already been together would act like this. There’s too much unknown, too much tension. That’s just my opinion, though. It’s hard to pick a favorite scene between the two of them, but lately it’s been the small one in the car. After the shooting and the chase, Arthur screams out to Eames asking if he’s alright. Eames is a little taken aback by the fear and urgency in Arthur’s voice, but he answers gently and assures him he’s okay. Meanwhile, poor Saito is bleeding out in the front seat actively. He’s probably wishing he got stuck with any other pairing of people. Arthur and Eames are too busy staring at each other to give a damn about anyone else. The two have an almost comical focus on each other throughout the movie. I genuinely don’t know why Christopher Nolan did that. I know a large part of it is how JGL and Tom Hardy chose to play the characters, but I mean, Nolan still wrote the scenes, right? He approved them. Did he know what he was doing?? Then why include the stupid Ariadne-Arthur kiss? I genuinely love Nolan’s work, but the thought of asking him about this makes me want to throw up. I feel like he’d call me an idiot. “How dare you turn my masterpiece into some gay love story?” Sorry, man, but that’s what my life has come to.

On that note, I do think it’s worthwhile to discuss this movie outside that focus. Despite my joking, I do think it’s a little reductive to boil this movie down to the queerness implied between two side characters. Don’t get me wrong, I think it’s genuinely important to the movie and definitely very important to me, but there’s so much else about this movie that I’m itching to talk about. I typically find myself focusing on one character through a rewatch. The watch before this one, it was Ariadne. I wrote a lot about her in my letterboxd post. This time, it was actually a mix of Cobb and Saito. I know, wow, I focused partly on the main character, what a surprise. But Cobb actually is very rarely my focus when I watch this movie. He remains in the background a lot of the time to me, but this time, he caught my eye again. Mainly, his relationship with Saito. I did touch on this the last time I watched this, but it was only toward the end. This time, the full picture became clear. It is entirely fascinating to me that Saito becomes representative of Mal. It reminds me of how in Disco Elysium, Kim Kitsuragi in a way replaces Dora, Harry’s ex-wife. If you don’t know that game I guess that comparison is entirely unhelpful, but it helps me, my bad about that. Anyway, Saito becomes a way for Cobb to right his past wrongs. In Saito, he sees Mal. He sees the mistakes he made and seeks to correct them. A lot of the lines Saito says are lines Mal says as well. “A leap of faith.” Something Mal asked for, something Cobb couldn’t do. Something Saito then asks for, something Cobb becomes brave enough to complete. “This world is not real.” Something Cobb tells Mal, something that ruins Mal’s life. Something Cobb tells Saito, something that saves Saito’s life. Through Saito, Cobb can find the same catharsis that Robert is searching for. He can right the wrongs of his past. Like Robert’s catharsis, Cobb’s isn’t strictly “real.” But is there one reality? The movie tends to say “no.” So, in some world, both Robert and Cobb can heal their pains of the past. And isn’t that how life works? You can’t really right past wrongs. You can only decide that you have. I can be hurt by someone and forgive them for it. That doesn’t right what they’ve done, but it gives me peace. I think catharsis isn’t about fixing. It’s about release.

Robert is a heartbreaking character. Cillian Murphy plays him with such skill. I am forever haunted by his last scenes with his dying father. He’s in this quite frankly frightening room, a room that any sane person could tell you is not real. But it’s real to Robert because it has to be. He needs it to be. He finds that pinwheel in the safe and it’s not enough, but it almost is. It’s a chance. It’s a tiny piece of evidence that his father may have loved him. Despite years and years of evidence otherwise, if you were him, wouldn’t you believe it, too? Wouldn’t you want to believe that despite everything, your father did really love you? How would you ever be able to convince yourself that, “no, it was a fluke, that doesn’t mean anything.” That pinwheel fucking means something. It gives Robert hope. More than anything, he needs that. He cries by his father’s side and he’s finally, finally allowed to mourn him. He can clear the guilt in his heart created by all that anger. He doesn’t have to feel bad for his sadness nor his ambivalence.

“That guilt is always there, reminding me the truth.” Guilt is something that I think is incredibly difficult to dispel. I know that it unfortunately drives me. I wish it didn’t. I wish I was driven by love, or hope, or righteousness. But a lot of my motivation is guilt. I still feel guilty for things I did years and years ago, things that weren’t even my fault. Things I’ve apologized for, things I’ve attempted to make up for, wrongs I’ve (pointlessly?) tried to right. Guilt is so powerful because trying to dispel it requires something humans aren’t built to do: letting go. Love doesn’t take that. Sure, “if you love someone, let them go,” but you don’t have to lose love to let someone go. You can let someone go because you love them and still love them. But guilt? You have no choice but to let go, or it’ll eat you alive. You have to release, you have to let memories die, you have to do the one thing we’re taught to avoid and forget. Cobb has to leave Mal behind. He has to accept that he will forget her face, has to learn to live with the loss. The bravest thing we can do is stand strong in the face of time.

Cobb is a man out of time. He is constantly fighting against the clock, racing through the stages of his life over and over again. He has to change those memories, and yet he can’t. He traps himself in a paradox. You can’t beat time. You can’t go back, you can’t push far forward. Cobb has to accept that no matter how hard he tries, Mal is gone. How do you accept that? I sure as hell don’t know. I haven’t faced any major life deaths yet, but I’ve lost things. Lost people in ways other than death. Lost pieces of them. I still can’t accept it. I still remember them on their birthdays, still look for my dead cats on the windowsill, still think fondly of the past and long for it. Just like Cobb, I sometimes wish I could hop in an elevator and go back. Just to watch. To watch those memories, good and bad, and take them in with the knowledge I know now. Just to hold on to them a little longer. But we can’t. I can’t. I try to learn that with every rewatch. Maybe one day, it’ll take.

On a lighter, less outlandish and pretentiously philosophical note, I want to pivot and talk about Arthur a little. My beloved Arthur. I think Eames tends to be the fan favorite, and I definitely understand that. He’s funny, witty, and he’s Tom Hardy. There’s not much you can fault him for. But I don’t care, Arthur will always be my favorite. He’s more complex than he gets credit for. On the surface, he’s this no-nonsense, intelligent point man with a massive ego and a one-track mind. But I think there’s more to him. There’s a moment I always reflect on in this movie, and it’s when Arthur reveals to Ariadne that Mal has died. He gets so…quiet. So gentle. He almost struggles to get the words out. “She was lovely.” That haunts me. He becomes almost childlike. He’s spent the entire movie to this point being the “suave, smart teacher” dude. But this moment humanizes him. It shows us that he’s got a past, that Mal meant something to him, that he acts the way he does not because it’s who he is but because it’s who he has to be.

Arthur’s relationship with Cobb is another thing I get stuck on. I know that Arthur x Cobb is a ship but wow I do not see that at all. In fact, on this rewatch, I noticed a lot of animosity between them that I haven’t before. Cobb not wanting to tell Arthur the truth about Mal, Cobb telling Arthur blatantly “it’s every man for himself,” Cobb treating Arthur almost like he’s disposable. I’ve always seen it in my head that Arthur and Cobb have a long history of working together. I’ve even at times seen them as close friends. But who calls their close friend by his last name? It’s not a nickname, because Mal calls him Dom. It’s a professional courtesy. On this watch, I think I saw Arthur as stuck in some odd, mentor-mentee relationship with Cobb. Cobb taught him this world, maybe even introduced him to it, but won’t get any closer. He has to keep Arthur away to some capacity. I haven’t written them this way in most of my fics, mostly because I prefer the idea that this team could all be some big happy family. But in reality, I think Arthur’s constantly pulling at straws trying to figure Cobb out, but can never quite do it. I also like to pretend that Arthur and Mal were close before she died, but how he treats seeing her puts doubt on that. In the first dream sequence, he harshly says something like, “Why is she here?” If they had been close, I don’t know if he’d react that way. Maybe he was just in “job mode” and had to turn off his emotions. Or something like that. I’m rambling, I know I am, I should move on.

The conversation about this movie always goes back to that top. But I don’t really want to discuss that more than I already have. I believe it fell, but I understand why it’s more complicated than that. Either way, this movie is a happy ending. Cobb gets his family back. He’s able to believe in them. That’s what matters. I think a lot about this movie, particularly the little details that in all honesty don’t matter to anyone besides a desperate writer trying to make sense of how to create stories in this world. Luckily, the fic I’ve been writing is an AU, so I’ve been able to avoid a lot of the complications of the movie reality. But half of my notes today were me once again trying to figure out the idiosyncrasies of this world. Straight up, some of it just doesn’t make sense. But like I’ve always concluded, that doesn’t really matter to me. This world is magical and odd and full of an originality I don’t know we’ll ever see again on the big screen. A least, not for a long time. There’s just something special about Inception. It always calls to me like some sort of siren. I’m so attached to this world. The characters feel like friends to me. I’ve spent so long in their heads that I feel like they’ve become a part of me. I know that sounds crazy, and it is. I think I had more to say, but I’m starting to get delirious. All in all…fuck, I love this movie. More than anything. Arthur and Eames should’ve fucked at the end.

I’m kidding! (I’m not kidding)

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ׂ╰┈➤ SERIES INFO

↳ an: this will explain background from the story since all the characters are in their senior year as the story progresses. Keep in mind this is an AU/SMAU, so a lot of things are added for the story or made up by me, but it is based off the south park story.

↳ reader is y/n cartman; eric cartman’s twin sister, though they don’t share too many similarities (in the sense of psychopathic stuff)

FRIENDS...

★ craig tucker - very close with y/n. has a fake rivalry with stan. y/n has a tendency to crash his and tweek’s dates because you have bad timing issues. he’s the only person that y/n completely trusts with their secrets and inner thoughts. pretty much two peas in a pod, one always with the other. both have a lot of inside jokes. sometimes you ditch Craig halfway through the hangout and go spend time with his little sister, tricia.

★ wendy testaburger - also close with y/n. the two became friends when they tried out for cheerleading. y/n tends to ask her for real advice knowing she’d get it from wendy. y/n supports wendy in her political activism and does go along to certain protests with her if asked. like to have sleepovers even though wendy doesn’t care for eric; they keep the bedroom door locked. 

★ bebe stevens - another close friends of y/n; also becoming friends during the first week of cheer. bebe started the love guru business. they go shopping together a lot. the person y/n goes to for drama. bebe comes to y/n for relationship advice. y/n has sleepovers at bebe’s house and the two watch girly movies that bebe picks out. bebe is the one who pushes y/n and wendy to go to parties and not be reclusive; especially y/n. despite seeming superficial she always has a smart remark to say and gives good advice (similar to my favorite satc character, charlotte!)

★ leopold “butters” stotch- still the sweetest boy alive. y/n is the only one allowed to call him leo. often keeps y/n grounded with his positive outlooks and mindset. definitely her go to shoulder to cry on. You defend him from bullies (started when they were younger). never backing down from a fight in his honor. says howdy! to everyone every morning. academic overachiever. started cleaning up trash at parties. best hugs. 

★ kenny mccormick - lead guitarist in the band crimson dawn. best friends with y/n since kindergarden. big pothead, but not to the point where it’s a problem. pretends to be dumb on the outside, but is smart. works a job to provide mostly for his little sister. karen adores y/n. y/n and kenny have a small history but the two haven’t talked about it. smells like cigarettes, but everyone still wants to sit next to him. volunteers at local events, like community cleanup. was hired to be the mascot. 

★ stan marsh - lead singer in the band crimson dawn. short-tempered, but very sensitive. hates his family lovingly. has depression, and takes anti-depressants. has an alcohol problem, though he’s trying hard to fix it (y/n tries to help, mostly because wendy doesn’t know about it). struggles with hangovers, yet still goes to classes sometimes. keeps up with his football team religiously, way too emotional about it. argues with the tik tok interviewers on campus. gets kenny to help him bleach his hair; eric bullies the hell out of him for it. 

★ kyle broflovski - has had a crush on y/n since the 4th grade even though now he hides it by pretending to hate you to which you give the energy back. The smartest in the class. Is on the basketball team. Hates anything to do with alcohol or drugs. An awkward teenage boy. Slow BUrnnnn. whenever his mom calls him, eric takes kyle's phone and starts talking to sheila himself. terrible at small talk. falls for ragebait online; also chronically online.

★ eric cartman - y/n’s twin brother, five minutes younger, still an asshole. is trying his best. has chilled down a lot since 4th grade. was put on medication and sent to therapy after being diagnosed with Bipolar II disorder. is surprisingly a lot better after starting medication. he pretends not to tolerate anyone but actually has a soft spot for his friends. he’s still a jerk to people but has mellowed out in schemes and psychopathic tendencies. forgets to take his meds and can be insufferable when liane doesn’t remind him. tiktok famous. reddit mod on the school's subreddit. records the main four + butters at parties. works as a guide tour for the high school, so he could spread misinformation.

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The Stardust Crusaders’ Picks for a First-Dance Wedding Song Headcanons

↳ Gender Neutral Reader. Joseph Joestar is excluded.

A/n: A chill list of headcanons that came to me at 6 in the morning. Jokes aside, I loved putting this together. Although I admit I am a bit biased since I’ve always loved retro music. I did my best to pick music that coincided with the music the characters each canonically listen to (at least, as far as we’re told).

Warning(s): None.

Jotaro Kujo

-> As the World Falls Down

David Bowie

“As the pain sweeps through

Makes no sense for you

Every thrill is gone

Wasn’t too much fun at all

But I’ll be there for you

As the world falls down”

Canonically speaking, Jotaro’s favorite musician is Toshinobu Kubota. It’s admittedly a rather interesting choice for a man who was a dedicated delinquent in high school.

But music tends to touch people in a special, often times sensitive, manner. And despite looking and acting the way he does, Jotaro’s music preferences are no different.

Yeah, sure, he’s definitely a “whatever’s on the radio” kind of guy, but he has taste.

Separated from others, when he’s in control of the music he’s listening to, his choices give the impression of a casual listener that somehow always has the best picks seemingly with no effort put in at all. Perfectly on brand for Jotaro.

Therefore, he’s likely going to have an unexpected pick.

Therefore, he picks a sappy ballad from an under-appreciated 80s movie. Not because he’s even seen The Labyrinth by any stretch of the imagination, but because he just… likes how it sounds.

He likely heard it one way or another, completely detached from the movie itself, and decided he enjoyed it. Something about the slightly cheesy yet instrumentally enchanting tune gets stuck in his head in a really good way.

There is a reason past “oh, it just sounds nice” as to why he picked it but let’s be honest… he’s going to get a little embarrassed annoyed if he has to explain to you in full detail.

The title pretty much speaks for itself, in his opinion.

Noriaki Kakyoin

-> Every Breath You Take

The Police

“Every move you make

And every vow you break

Every smile you fake

Every claim you stake

I’ll be watching you”

Good god, he’s certainly the Sting fan.

Whether or not you actually like Sting it’s hard to argue against the fact that Kakyoin likely has an overall shit taste in music. Why is this the case? Because he’s been alone the majority of his life and didn’t have any friends to bully him over it.

Not having anyone around him to say “what the hell is this” or just a simple “no” will and has effected him.

He’s the type of guy who claim’s “this album will change your life” before putting on some of the worst pieces of music you’ve ever heard.

Not that he isn’t trying, keep in mind.

This man will stress about what to suggest for days on end. He’s going to take the longest compared to the others in how how much time it takes him to pick. It’ll eat away at his brain, threatening to take every bit of his sanity unless he can think of what he deems as the perfect song he can choose.

And still he manages to not only choose an extremely predictable wedding song, but an insanely creepy one as well.

It’s weirdly charming, in his own odd Noriaki way.

He likely didn’t know what he was doing at the beginning of the relationship due to inexperience, and it’s probably heartwarming to know some things never change.

And it’s completely possible the stalker-ish lyrics of the song didn’t click inside his brain. Not because he doesn’t understand the lyrics per se… but because the poor guy hardly had a grasp on what was actually considered romantic when you first met.

Please, for your own sanity, don’t let the song played at your wedding be one that he picked (with hindsight he’ll probably thank you for it too).

Jean Pierre Polnareff

-> The Air That I Breathe

The Hollies

“Peace came upon me and it

leaves me weak

so sleep, silent angel, go to

sleep

Sometimes

All I need is the air that I breathe

And to love you”

Polnareff’s favorite musician isn’t ever canonically specified, but it’s made pretty clear he’s likely a fan of The Beatles. And considering he went through puberty during the 70s, he’s likely going to lean into that era of music.

Generally speaking, he’s got decent taste. Sure, he’s got the music taste of a white suburban father, but his picks are usually pretty agreeable.

That said, he’s definitely a little high and mighty about it.

He won’t go off on the subject too hard whenever you’re around, but he thinks very highly of his preferences. Polnareff’s a huge victim of nostalgia, and a part of him feels a little elitist for having grown up in the time period that he did.

He has had the song for his first dance picked out in the back of his mind for years, swearing that it would be played at his wedding at some point or another.

Hell, he’s probably got a full roster of music in mind for the reception.

For such a monumental occasion, he’s sure to pick a ballad that starts off slow but crescendos into the chorus- easily the type of romantic tune he’d prefer.

And unlike the others, you may get pushback from him if you don’t want that as your first dance. He’s quite stubborn, generally speaking, and this is no exception to that.

Ultimately though, he would eventually cave and do just about anything you want.

But as stated before, he’s had his mind set on this one for literal years. So certainly expect this to be a somewhat tough conversation to have with him if you prefer something different.

Muhammad Avdol

-> I Love How You Love Me

Claudine Longet

“I love how your eyes close

whenever you kiss me

And when I’m away from you I

love how you miss me

I love the way you always treat

me tenderly

But, darling, most of all I love

how you love me”

Avdol’s music taste is left as a complete mystery in canon.

However, because he runs his own shop, he’s fairly attached to the calming instrumentals he often keeps on at the store. Avdol understands atmosphere well and takes it very seriously.

When he’s not working, it’s not very often that he finds himself listening to music.

But when he does, it’s usually music with soft or ethereal overtones (you cannot tell me he doesn’t listen to Enya). Throw in some charming oldies from the 50s and 60s, and Avdol’s in his element.

To put it simply, easy-listening tunes are his freaking jam.

He also enjoys listening to music from all across the world. Avdol is likely well-traveled, and is undoubtedly knowledgeable on other places and cultures. So the preference comes naturally to him.

He’s going to pick something very romantic and slow. A song that, even if you maybe haven’t heard it before, upon the first time listening you just know it’s meant to be played at a wedding.

And, unlike the others, it would take him less than 24 hours to have made his choice. It’s not that he doesn’t put care into the decision, he just doesn’t like making you wait. He’s quite efficient when it’s something this important.

Regardless, he’s the most flexible of the group when it comes to your tastes, so anything you want is perfectly fine with him.

That said, it has to be a ballad. That’s his main request. Avdol’s eager for your input, sure, but he’s going to want to slow dance with you more than anything else.