#OK NOW I SHOULD BE DONE THAT'S EVERYONE I REMEMBER OFF THE TOP OF MY HEAD

[todayisafridaynight]

did you know Daigo is voice by Sonic’s voice actor 🤷‍♀️ I just thought that was a fun fact.

yeah it's p funny :) we can take it a step further and say majima's voiced by espio too

[impala-dreamer]

Tell me about... Dean trying to help mend your broken heart.

Staring At The Sun

Dean x Reader

Little Angsty/Little Fluffy. Allusions to abusive past relationship. Awkward Dean.

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There was no peace; no space between the lines that made any sense. There was just pain that rippled in your chest like some violent wave that knocked against the shores of your heart, forever eroding the muscle until it was impossible to move, to breathe, to do anything but remember her face. 

The lines on the map gave her something to look at more substantial than the particles of dust floating through the air, and Y/N lay her hand on the Pacific, wishing the table would come to life and drown her in the deep ocean. 

Dean sat across the table, a beer in hand, his boot heels covering northern Europe. He narrowed his gaze on Y/N and took a drink. She was moping again and it was driving him mad. 

“Hey.” 

She didn’t hear him, so stuck in the cycle of misery that nothing much could break through. 

He tried again, this time rapping his knuckles on the glowing table. “Hey! Ground Control to Major Tom!”

Y/N startled and a sharp inhale brought her back. “Sorry. What were you saying?” 

Dean rolled his eyes slightly. “I wasn’t saying anything.” 

“Then why are you yelling at me?” Y/N slumped back in her chair, leaving the vast ocean and her dreams of oblivion behind. 

“First off- I wasn’t yelling at you, I was getting your attention.” He kicked his feet down and sat the right way, turning to face her directly. 

“OK. Why?” 

“Because I’m-” He wanted to say worried but he couldn’t make his mouth move that way. He cleared his throat. “Well, you’re-” Breaking my heart since he broke yours. “You’re bumming me out.”

She cocked a brow and glared. “Excuse me?” 

“You’ve done nothing but sulk around this place for months now and it’s kinda driving me crazy.”

A tight little ball formed in her chest. “Screw you.” 

Dean pursed his lips. Unimpressed dimples popped above his lip. “Excuse me?”

“Number one- it hasn’t been months. It’s been three weeks and five days-”

“Almost a month…”

“And fuck you very much for making me feel even worse about it.” Her voice crackled around the words and the end faded into a struggling inhale. Wetness rimmed her eyes and Dean kicked himself. 

“No. Hey, I wasn’t-” Shit. “I didn’t mean-”

“No, of course you didn’t!” Y/N clenched her teeth and shook her head at him, at her ex, at the world. “No one ever means to, do they? You don’t mean to yell at me, He didn’t mean to hurt me; Sam doesn’t mean to leave his fucking socks everywhere! No one ever means anything!” In a huff, she stood up and kicked her chair back. The wheels rolled all the way to the top of the little staircase and the Library readied for its landing. “Everyone can just run around being inconsiderate and nasty to me and- fucking-  breaking my fucking heart over and over and- No one ever means to! Why doesn’t anyone ever own up to their shit anymore!”

Fuck. No… Dean set his beer down over Belgium and pushed his seat back. “Y/N/N-”

She turned away from him, arm waving him away. “Ya know, maybe it’s my fault. I’m too damned unlovable. Too fat and ugly. Too lazy. Too… too fucking- too! Just too! No one gives a shit how they make me feel! They just go on breaking me to pieces and walking away like it doesn’t fucking matter. Like- like I don’t matter. I don’t matter. I don’t fucking matter. So he broke my heart- who fucking cares? So I’m fucking broken and dying here and- who cares? No one. And no one should!” 

Stop it. Stop it. “Stop it!” 

When Y/N turned back, jolted by his yell, Dean was there, no more than a foot away. His green eyes were filled with as much pain as she felt but she couldn’t understand why. She looked up at him, confused.

“None of that is true,” he said softly. “You���re not fat and ugly, Y/N. You’re not… unlovable. You’re…” Beautiful. Amazing. Everything I fucking need in my life. “You’re incredible.” 

She laughed in his face. Tears flowing freely, she laughed. “You’re a real asshole, Dean. That’s not funny. At all.” 

Son-of-a-bitch. 

“I’m not- I’m not trying to be funny, OK? I’m trying to be serious here.” 

His shoulders dropped; his charm and defenses fell with it. He looked away, trying to keep his cheeks dry, and licked his lips. 

Y/N watched him, slowly calming down, releasing the tight ball in her chest. “Dean-”

“It’s been killing me, Y/N/N. Watching him fuck with you the way he did… That… abusive fuck. I mean, the things he said to you, the way he treated you- it was all…”

Her tears doubled at the memory. “I know. I was an idiot.” 

Dean sucked in a quick breath and found her gaze. “No. Not an idiot. Never.” 

“I could have left long before he did.” She laughed softly, bitterly. 

“It’s not all on you.” He stepped closer. Just an inch, just enough to make her breath hitch. “I could have said something. I should have said something.” 

Her pulse quickened. She’d never seen that look in his eyes before. She’d seen pain, trauma, humor, friendship, but this was something different. Something darker, deeper. 

“What would you have said?” she asked, refusing to blink another tear free. 

Dean sank his front teeth into his bottom lip and shook his head. Say it. Just say it, you asshole. 

Y/N reached for his hand and he turned his palm up, sliding it against hers. “Dean…”

Just. Say. It. 

“You said no one cares,” he whispered, closing his fingers tight around her hand. “I do. I uh-” Come on, dammit. “I care about you. A lot. More than a lot. I uh-” Don’t make me say it, please. “Well, the thing is… I just feel like…” I’m staring at the sun when I look at you and I can’t think of anything I want more. Seeing you so broken these last few weeks has nearly killed me and I just want to be the one thing that makes you smile. “I mean, we’ve gotten close and-”

Y/N smiled. Awkward was too perfect on him. Somewhere beneath the miles of blood and murder was a core of pure innocence. She laughed. 

“Don’t- don’t laugh at me, I’m trying to say something!” 

She squeezed his hand and brought it to her lips. She let him off the hook, kissing his knuckles and looking up into his nervous green eyes. 

“Me too, Dean.” 

Thank-fucking-god. 

His cheeks burned. “Yeah?” 

She nodded. “Yeah. Obviously.” 

Don’t kiss her. Not yet. Too soon. 

“Fuck that guy, OK?” He cringed. “I mean, don’t fuck that guy. Ever again. Fuck-”

“You?” 

She grinned and his heart leapt. 

“Whenever you’re ready,” he said, reciprocating her kiss, “I’m ready.”

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[squerlly]

flames of desire chapter 6: troublesome

Alastor x (f! bunny reader)

your POV: Earlier this morning Alastor had made breakfast again and Charlie called everyone over, heading out I take a seat next to angel, a plate waiting for me. Alastor had made French toast topped with powder sugar, I don't quite remember the last time I had French toast, picking up my fork I cut a piece off taking a bite letting out a satisficed hum in response. while everyone was eating angel was talking about wanting to go to a nightclub later today "angel the point of redemption is to clean yourself of sins" "oh cmon its just a bit of drinken, I promise I wont do drugss~ y/n you'll come with me wont ya?" stopping mid bite I put my fork down "uhm angel... I haven't been out to drink in a while and besides I'm not very good at holding my-" "nahh it will be fun trust me, ill take care of ya!" "I- I mean I guess" "great later tonight, dress in somethin sexy, ya never know who might be there~" I roll my eyes as I finish my food.

Alastors POV: a night club? I would have never taken y/n for a person who enjoys such activity's...especially with angel, that could be troublesome. "angel perhaps you should take somebody else with you, wouldn't want another mishap like last time~" "now how the fuck did you know about that!!!" "I know everything angel..." "your fucken creepy" "you could be more clever with your words" "whatever well be fine Val wouldn't be there, I hope..." not very convincing "well its none of my business what happens to you, just don't drag others along when something does"

your POV: Alastor left the table leaving everyone else to finish there food. during the evening I help niffty with some cleaning, husk threw up on the carpet from drinking to much and she needed help cleaning the stain. after what felt like hours the floor was clean and it was time for me to get ready for tonight. walking back to my room I rummage through my closet seeing if I have any nice outfits or dresses, I stumbled upon one dress that was all black, it had an open back stopping above my tail with thin straps and a semi deep V line, it was long enough that it covered but one wrong move and its over, putting it on it was well fitted, hugging my waist nicely. I never had time to do my makeup so I went to angels room to help with my hair and face "well babes you look good enough to eat~ if I liked girls" "thanks angel", while he did my hair we laughed and talked, "if you don't stop moving while I'm doing ya eyeliner were gonna fight" "its to close to my eye!" "its eyeliner!!!". eventually we were done getting ready and he dragged me to his bathroom mirror, "angel I- I look so..." "hot?" I huff out a laugh "yeah ok" "ill meet you downstairs?" I nod heading out of the room to the lobby.

Alastors POV: Charlie and I were discussing her idea about hosting a "party" for sinners who are interested in redemption but she described it more like a ball. it wasn't bad idea but I'm sure people would only be there for the food. this idea lasted in my mind for a short while before Charlie let out an ear wrenching squeal "Charlie dear please do not-..." y/n walked into the lobby in a dress that I was not to keen on letting her leave outside with but my she looked beautiful. "y/n you look amazing!!!" "oh thank you Charlie, I'm not quite used to dressing like this..." "well my dear it is an interesting choice of clothing but you look wonderful" you look like I'm gonna have to murder a few people later "thanks alastor" "of course my dear, now if you excuse me I have some business to attend to"

your POV:

seeing angel walk out "alright babes you ready to party!!" "angel please please pleaseee!!!! be safe" "well be fine Charlie well be back before ya miss us" as we walk out of the hotel we head to the club that angel frequents at.

Alastors POV:

watching angel and y/n leave I turn to the hallway seeing my shadow grinning at me "follow them" with a nod it leaves, I'm not letting her out of my sight, especially looking like that...that's asking for trouble I will not allow

your POV:

walking into the club the music was so loud you could hear it from outside, the place was crowded and reeked of alcohol and cigarettes'. holding onto angels hand for dear life we finally manage to reach the bar "what can I get you to hotties" looking at angel I shrug, not knowing this place all to well "ill get a sex on the beach and shell get a margarita thanks~" "a margarita?" "oh cmon gotta start off strong" "your paying for my funeral" as the bar tender slides over our drinks we both clink glasses as we start off our night.

one hour into the night and I have lost angel, the effects of having to many drinks to count starting to kick in, pushing my way past the crowd looking for angel I bump into somebody tall somebody familiar?....wait no that's- "is that the little conejita I see~ well isn't that a surprise, what brings you to my club? back for a job~" "V-Val oh uhm I'm not-" slurring my words he drags me to a booth sitting me on his lap "somebody's had to much to drink today~" "no I have to go I'm looking for-" "now now leaving already, sit and stay a while let me treat you for a bit" trying to slip off his lap his two bottom hands have me held by the waist and I knew drunk or sober, that I was in deep shit...

because I was a day late I will be posting 2 chapters today so stay ready for the best ideas I have to bring to life I love you all hope you enjoyed and stay tunned~

-squerlly

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[risingsoleil]

Imagine Lin calling tenzin master while he was training with korra and he got super hard and needed to fuck her right there right know but suddenly korra decided not to be lazy today and wanted to train more😂😂😂😂

Let's set the scene!

Lin has reunited with him on his search for airbenders.

Something a little different and with EXTRA SPICE 🔥🔥🌶️🌶️

Tenzin is so annoyed he's been reduced to practically....a...a...burlesque dancer! And Lin agreed that he should be the star of the talent show!

He sent her a glare before he ripped his robes off in front of everyone. Hmph. The entire time he can feel her eyes staring and appreciating every flex of his muscle as he shows off his airbending skills to the crowd. If she gets turned on by this, he's going to play hard to get.

No one still wants to be an airbender.

So he tells Korra that they're going to train.

"Whaat?! We already did it earlier!"

"A performance doesn't count as training."

"Tenziiiiiiiiin."

"Show me the fourth form."

Right when Korra starts to fall more in sync with Tenzin, Lin peers into the airship. She stomps her foot into the ground, and a smile begins to curl on her face. The kids are old enough to handle themselves and she doesn't need to supervise them now.

"Tenzin."

"What is it?" he asks with a hint of irritation, without looking at her.

Lin traced her teeth with her tongue. So he's brooding? And playing hard to get?

Alright, Tenzin. If that's how you want to play.

"I'll be inside the airship, Master. Come inside when you're ready."

Tenzin freezes and Korra manages to blast him in the face.

"Hahaha! I got you!" Korra rolled her shoulders and put her hands up. "Try and get me, Tenzin!"

"We're done with training now. Go hang out with your friends." Tenzin looks back at the airship and Lin is already gone. He waved his cape dramatically behind his back.

"Being a sore loser? Don't think you can win against the Avatar?" Korra goaded.

"Yeah, ok whatever! Just go hang out someplace else. And don't bother me!"

Korra can barely argue because Tenzin is almost floating to the airship, and he slams the door shut. She frowned. "What's his problem now? He's either grumpy or excited that we found more airbenders."

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He slammed Lin against the metal, lips crashing against hers intensely. Her thigh crawled above his hip and Tenzin gripped her, nails digging into the thick fabric of her trousers. He bent a bit and picked up his wife, without breaking the kiss. Her legs wrapped around him and he threw her on the long seat.

His robes began to peel off and fall to the floor, along with Lin's.

She lay down and Tenzin followed on top of her, kissing down her neck and over her breasts. The hitches in her voice made him harder.

"Remember the last we did this in an airship?"

Lin arched into his mouth, wrapping a leg around him. "We have proof of that..."

They weren't too keen on talking. Their body language was enough to understand what the other needed.

Tenzin fucked her hard and rough, nibbling on her neck as she cried out loud and clenched around his cock.

Before she could recover from that orgasm, he pulled her into his lap until she properly straddled him. Tenzin gripped her hips and pounded into her, pushing more, sensitive, higher gasps and moans from Lin. His mouth latched onto her breast, sucking hard and stroking her nipple with his tongue. Lin curved into him and grinded as best as she could to his speed and intensity.

Finally, he felt his own orgasm building up and he exploded into Lin, forcing her down on his cock.

When he felt himself soften a little, he pulled out, the flow of his cum dripping out of her.

"Now sit on my face."

Lin's face was pink, eyes heavy. "What?"

"I need to taste us."

They sank to the floor and Tenzin guided Lin to hover above him. Lin's legs felt weaker and her strength slipped away from her when Tenzin's tongue lapped and sucked on her clit.

"Fuck!"

Her eyes rolled back as a lighter and lazy orgasm quaked within her.

She leaned back off his face so she wouldn't accidentally kill her husband.

"On all fours, Lin."

"You want more? Tenz, you--"

"On all fours, Acolyte."

Sluggishly, she rolled over on her knees and hands. Tenzin knelt behind her and the tip of his cock stroked her--wait, is he hard?! Already?! Did he take an aphrodisiac without her knowing?

Just when she thought he would plunge into her and fill her insides to the brim, Tenzin lifted her knees completely and wrapped them around his hips instead. Lin yelped in surprise at her entire lower body now above the ground.

Then, he filled her and she gasped.Their fluids made it so easy for him to slip inside. Lin rested her arm on the ground and bite into her flesh as the clapping sound filled the room and the squelching sounds of their union helped Tenzin fuck her easily.

Something must have been uncomfortable, since he paused and as Lin attempted to catch her breath, Tenzin began to stand. His hands anchored into her hips and Lin placed her palms on the ground.

He kicked back into motion, nails digging into her skin. Lin's held on to him tightly with her thighs. With her body at a slight incline, the blood flow rushed to her head and then she felt it again.

"T-Tenzin, please, I don't know if I can..." she mewled, her vision growing stars.

"Just one more time," he grunted. "Last time..."

Lin closed her eyes, the hot pulsing and pressure in her core escalating once again. When it reached its cusp, she allowed it to possess her. This time, the dizzy spell of pleasure and all the blood flow in her head pushed her into the Spirit World.

As she descended slowly from the ecstasy, she heard Tenzin grunt and groan before stilling and twitching inside her again.

He lowered her legs and cradled her on the floor, pulling her into his arms. Their heartbeats raced and hammered in unison, sweat sealing them together. Lin's eyes fluttered closed.

"What just happened? she asked incoherently.

"We...we made love..."

"No," she coughed. "You made love to me..."

"Because you made me...perform...shirtless...in public..."

"You didn't have to strip," she pointed out, chuckling.

Tenzin closed his eyes, the scent of her hair filling his nostrils and luring him to sleep. "Bumi said I had too...you didn't argue..."

"Because you look very good. Can you blame me?"

"Yes," he moaned. "You make me feral."

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** spicy reference is standing wheel barrow position **

[espercognitive]

She was a Seamstress, He was an Actor.

Timothée Chalamet x Fem!reader Pt2

hello everyone! this is part 2 of this series! I'll probably have part 3 either out tomorrow or Thursday! Also this series may or may not include a full smut? I think I might release a smut-shot before I release a smut for this series, but when I do, please remember that adult content is not intended for minors!

TW: Sexual tension, Kissing, Swearing

Word count: 1.29k

From running back and forth from the costume room to the workshop to grab keys to the top of the theater back to the workshop, you had about 45 minutes left to make sure his outfits worked.

"Ok Timothée we have 45 minutes to get this done, so these pants go with this shirt, and if you can't get anything on, don’t force it on, i don't want anything to break ok?"

"Yea yea thats fine. Uhm so do i just strip here or-?"

"Uh yea let me just turn around. If you need anything, uh just call me over and I'll see if i can help."

You turn around to let him try on the first outfit. After a couple minutes you hear a,

“Uh Y/N I'm finished with this one."

You turn around and see him in a crisp suit. ‘Good on you for picking up those slacks perfectly.’ you think to yourself.

"Awesome! Those work out perfectly. Ok, you don't have to try on the rest then cause those are the backups in case something didn’t fit."

"Ok so i just take them off and give them to you now?"

"Yes and then you can go back and do whatever."

You turn back around to give him more privacy when he begins small talk,

"So do we just have a bunch identical suits or?"

"Oh the suits? No, they're used for the orchestra pit performers when they come in. but we have so many extra after each show, that I just figured I should steal a couple sets to see if they'd work."

"Oh cool. Hey um I might need a little help. The zipper on my slacks is stuck on my underwear."

He said mumbling the last part.

"Really? Um, do you mind if I come take a look?"

"Yea no that's fine, I just don’t wanna break the zipper."

You turn around to see Timothée with his button down open and his zipper stuck on his black boxers. You gulp looking at his helpless face in front of you as you walk over to him. ‘Keep this professional Y/N. He's just your hot coworker’ you thought to yourself. As annoying as he was, you couldn't deny that he was attractive, especially now with that dopey look on his face with his chest open. You began to mess with the zipper, but it seemed like no matter what you did to it, it was stuck to his boxers. The more and more you tried the more and more you were afraid to ask for him to remove his boxers in order to detach them. 

"Uh, it's really stuck. I mean I can try a little more? I'm trying not to touch you."

He looks at you and says, 

"I don’t care if you touch me."

Your face began to heat up as you shot your head down to try and get the zipper. After failing again and again, you looked up and asked 

"Can you take your boxers off?”

He laughs and responds 

"Wow. You must really wanna see me naked. All you would’ve had to do is ask apple."

"Timothée that's not what i meant it just might be easier to-"

He laughs again and says,

“I know apple, I'm just playing. I can take them off and hand them to you ok? I'll face away from the door, and you face towards the door, when I'm done, I'll hand them to you, just grab them without looking over here or else I'll have to charge you for what you see.”

"Ok yea that’ll work."

You turn around as you can hear Timothée shimmy out of his boxers as he takes off his pants. There you feel him tap on your shoulder 

"Here. Um please hurry though, its kinda cold."

"Yea yea hold on."

Finally you were able to slip the fabric from the zipper saving the two of you the weird walk of shame back to the costume shop. 

"Ok Timothée here!"

He grabs his boxers, and gets dressed again. He grabs your shoulder and turns around looking at you and kissing your cheek, he leaves the room. There you sit staring at the collection of couches as your phone rings telling you it's time to go. 

You grab your phone, clothes and of course your apple juice as you stumble back into the costume shop. 

You get into your car, and just sit. 

This was going to be a weird show, but as we all know, Anything goes! 

A long week passes by.

The week had gone by very fast. With so many costumes to finish and baseline done, you finally got to work on Timothée’s sailor uniform, which meant lots and lots of fittings. Grabbing 6 yards of white fabric you began working on his shirt first. It needed to be long enough to go past his hips, and then the sleeves needed to be about an inch smaller than his wrist. You took the pattern, adjusting it to his size and you began cutting and marking each piece which you lazily attached together to begin his fitting. You grabbed your phone and texted him using his contact info left in the costume bible

“Hey Timothée, it’s Y/N, can you come over to the costume shop? I know its late, but I finished your shirt and I need to see how it looks before I surge it. Thank you!” 

After about 30 minutes of silence, you get a text back 

“Yes. ill be over in about 15 minutes.”

You smiled, setting your phone down. His antics had begun to slow down over the past couple of weeks. I guess the trick was him always bringing you apple juice. Or maybe it was the fact that his eyes would linger longer than they used to, or how he’d try and make you laugh all the time. Even how he started showing up on time. You didn’t know what it had been, but instead of being annoyed, you felt excited knowing he was coming. 

When he walked in, he of course had the same bottle of apple juice he always got for you. He walked in with the same goofy smile and he came up with his arms stretched out. But of course, you didn’t get the memo right away just taking the apple juice and smiling, leaving him hanging. He laughs before he asks about the shirt

"So where is this wonderful creation your about to have me put on?"

You laugh as you grabbed the poorly stitched shirt

"Uh this is it."

Timothée laughs as he takes the shirt, but instead of getting changed in a dressing room, he takes off his shirt in front of you and then puts on the white shirt. You stare at him as he dresses himself, watching as he struggles to button the front portion. 

"Can you help me button these?" He laughs.

You put yourself back in reality and walk over beginning to button the shirt for him as he looks down at you. As you finish, you look up and see him looking at you with a soft smile. Staring into his eyes, he grabs your face and gives you a soft kiss. Nothing forceful or sloppy like you had seen him do to other women. It was comforting and warm. He ran his hand through the back of your hair as you two deepened the kiss. You two separate looking at each other again, going quiet for a moment, before he says

"Do you want to go get dinner with me tonight? You can come back to my place after and we can just hangout or?"

You nod wondering what exactly you’ve gotten yourself into.

[hapuriainen]

Some comparisons of the “Disney girls if they were the player character in a pokemon game” designs, the earliest being from 2012.

Snow White - hasn’t changed much from the initial idea. For the most recent version aside from the improved colours (which really goes for all of these) I made the pocket a bit more sensible in size and less bland with the logo and changed the sleeves into something a little less costume-y looking. And apparently I had never bothered to check what her eye colour is supposed to be before?

Cinderella - I think the first one is way too tomboyish for Cinderella so it was a good idea to give her a skirt instead. And stop trying to copy the hairstyle as is, how is it supposed to work anyway? The most recent version is supposed to be wearing see-through plastic sneakers which was the closest equivalent of a glass slipper I could think of, but I don’t think you can see that well enough from this far.

Alice - I also like the original idea but it does look a bit too much like a costume. The more recent version is one of my favourites of the set, both with the design and how the art turned out overall.

Tinkerbell - I remember being dissatisfied with the first version (mostly for being boring) and thought I should have given her shorts instead, so here is that now. The top could still use some work though.

Aurora - She feels like she’s incrementally getting towards my ideal design but isn’t there quite yet. I probably should have done more with the half pink-half blue thing.

Eilonwy - not a lot to work with about her, though what is up with the shoes on the middle one?

Ariel - I don’t know what I was thinking with the turtleneck in the middle one, it’s supposed to be a warm weather design. Though to be fair sandals would be a better fit for that, but I like the stockings to represent her tail. Also apparently I got obscenely lazy with the shoes with the most recent one.

Belle - has barely changed at all, I remember being very happy with the initial design. Though now that I think about it the bag probably should use a different shade of blue. I’ve also done an earlier design with the yellow dress, but it’s so monochrome that it’s a bit hard to work with it.

Jasmine - I clearly wasn’t even trying with the first design, it’s just her canon outfit with very minor tweaks and a pokeball, and the second one isn’t any better. But to me Jasmine had one of the biggest glow ups with the most recent design and the art turned out cute as well.

Pocahontas - I really like the pants and would have liked to use them again, but then I thought, “is this problematic”, and ended up not using the tassel fringe thing. Overall she was a huge struggle and I’m not happy with the result at all, Pocahontas’ canon design has a lot of elements to work with, but I tried so many versions of one sleeved/one sleeve off the shoulder/layered tops and they all looked like a dancer or a figure skater. And I also attempted a tunic-like design like Yellow but that just looked like a LoZ oc. So this design is definitely subject to change if I redo everyone again in ten years. At least her face turned out cute..

Esmeralda - Another mess in both attempts, her canon design also has a lot of interesting details but somehow the best I could do with ended up being a schoolgirl? In my defense she was among the last characters I drew for this set and at that point I was just burnt out and ready to move to something else, so it was either this or not being drawn at all. Better luck next time!

Megara - the first attempt is pretty random and lazy and I don’t like it at all, but I do like how the second one turned out. Overall it does skew a bit too young though especially for a character like Megara, but she’s a kid here so maybe it’s ok?

Mulan - she is my favourite Disney heroine so it’s always frustrated me that I had never been able to really get the Poke design to work. But this time it somehow clicked that I could take inspiration from the male protagonists instead. I think the details could still do some workshopping but overall I like the result this time around.

Jane - the first one isn’t a Poketrainer at all, it’s just a jungle explorer anime girl. Though I guess there’s not much change in the second one either...

Kida - this has always been somewhat of a “just throw random ideas in there” kind of design and especially the first one I clearly had no idea what I was doing. In the most recent version I think the decision to move the mark to her hat was the best update, a facial tattoo on the supposed average kid feels kind of strange. 

Giselle - I really like the most recent one, it’s one of the most dynamic poses and I think it has a nice balance of “fine lady” and “going on a Pokemon adventure”. Not sure if any of them are properly recognisable as Giselle though.

Tiana - as you can see I have no idea what to do with her. I don’t know what’s wrong, there’s so much to work with her canon design but nothing ever works out properly. Many of my ideas, like poofy pants (because of the dress shape) also felt too kiddy and so out of character for Tiana who is at the more mature end of Disney princesses. Still, with the most recent attempt there is a lot I like, but somehow it doesn’t quite fit together and I now notice that repeating the flower shape everywhere is pretty awkward. Sorry Tiana! Maybe fourth time is the charm.

Charlotte - the first attempts feel too much like a formal party outfit instead of something for an adventure, so I had to lose the updo at least. The hat is a little silly but I figured it would fit the goofier Charlotte. I do like the bubble skirt (one of the abandoned Tiana ideas) but the top could still use some work.

Rapunzel - very pleased with how the most recent one turned out apart from the hair looking a little too brown, it’s supposed to be just shading and not two-tone hair. 

Merida - I’ve never figured out how to do her hair in Pokemon form and her canon dress is pretty stingy with workable details. I got the idea of using plaid from Sword/Shield, but I noticed everyone and their mother already drew Merida in a plaid shirt so I put it on her shorts instead. But in hindsight maybe I should have just gone with the flow.

Vanellope - her design is really fun to work with and the result is one of my favourites. With the newer version I realised that I tend to use white a lot when I don’t know what to do, which usually is at least inoffensive, but that there could be a more interesting option if I dare to try something else (talking about the socks here).

Anna - quite pleased with how the new version turned out but it could still do with some work, what was I thinking with black boots and almost-black tights? 

Elsa - I really like how the cardigan thing turned out, except for the fact that I realised I had already used practically the same thing for Aurora (but hers is more boring so it’s the one subject to change). Meanwhile the dress is pretty bland. The leggings use the ice type uniform design from Sword/Shield.

Moana - Another victim of the “I have to churn out something” project finale. I think I already had this queued and had to go back to doing at least some fixes because the initial version was somehow even more boring. I think the loose pants idea is very workable but she’ll just need more time and effort.

Raya, Mirabel - they’re too recent to have a comparison but let’s have a few words on them anyway. I just couldn’t get anything out of Raya’s design (though she was one of the last characters  to be drawn and also I really don’t like her movie so I was very much not in a mood to try very hard) so the result ended up pretty boring and definitely waiting for a redesign. As for Mirabel I like her look a lot more and especially the skirt practically designed itself, but this still kinda feels like a first draft. 

[luke-hughes43]

Just Friends | edwards x Luke!twin

Here is the Ethan fic, hope you enjoy!

Part 2 | Insta Edit

~You are Luke Hughes’s twin sister and play hockey and softball at the University of Michigan. You are very close with Luke given that you are twins. You are best friends with teammate, Ethan Edwards. You and Ethan were always flirty with each other but were always strictly friends. Until, maybe you weren’t.~

*This is a part one of I don’t know yet. Takes place freshman year.*

October, 2021

Morgan’s POV

I’m currently hanging out with my brother and our teammates. We decided to have a movie night in Ethan and Mark’s dorm, since I had a projector and Ethan didn’t put anything on his wall. I put on Miracle because we couldn’t decide on anything and I figured that everyone would be happy, and they were.

Somehow, I wound up squished between Ethan and Mark. Ethan is quite literally my best friend. We do everything together and it’s been that way since we stepped foot on campus. When we’re not in class, at hockey, or me at softball (because I’m a two sport athlete) we’re always together. 

Ethan put his arm around me and pulled me closer to him. This was a common thing we did. Me and Ethan are just friends though. I lean my head against his shoulder because I’m starting to get tired. I had 6 am weights for softball on top of three classes and hockey practice. This was a regular thing for me. I feel Ethan kiss my head (something that was also a common thing between us) and say, “Go to sleep, you had a long day. I’ll wake you when the movie is over and walk you back. Just close your eyes morgs.”

I nod and listen to him. I don’t really remember falling asleep but I remember hearing a camera click and someone that sounds like Dylan say, “They’re cute. Are we sure that they are just friends?”

“Yes. Morgan would’ve told me if she had a boyfriend. I’d know anyways, we’re twins remember.” Luke said in a ‘duh’ tone.

Mark comments. “And Ethan would’ve mentioned it. He talks about her a lot so it would’ve come up.”

“And neither Sarah or McKenna have mentioned it. So they’re just friends Dylan. Just drop it dude. Should we wake them?”

“Nah. She can stay. He’ll walk her home in the morning so it’s fine. She had a long day so let’s not disturb her. You guys should get some sleep too.” Next thing I know, I feel Ethan’s arms tighten around me and I drift back to sleep. 

January, 2022

Morgan’s POV

Now that the spring semester has started, my days have become longer as the softball team is in preseason mode. I have to rearrange my entire schedule to accommodate lift, two practices, 5 classes and games. It’s stressing me out. Hutch is letting me do individual practice with a coach. It’s pissing a lot of my teammates off because they think I’m slacking off when I’m doing double the work. They have started being bitches to me and it pisses me off.

I taught Ethan how to soft toss so that I could get BP in everyday. He’s actually pretty good at it. He throws to me every time I ask and I could not be more grateful. We’re at the cages right now since I had a break in my day. He says, “Three more morgs. Then can we be done? I have homework and we have practice at 4.”

“Only if they are good ones.”

“Ok Ms. Perfectionist.” He says with attitude. He throws them and I hit all three of them perfectly to the top right corner of the cage. I put my bat down and we pick the balls up. I turn to Ethan who’s holding the bucket, and say, “Can we go to chipotle or something? I haven’t eaten today.”

“Seriously? It’s 12:30 and you had six am lift on top of back to back classes. And we have practice today.”

“I know that Ethan. I really don’t need you telling me what my schedule is. You sound like Luke.”

“I’m sorry, I’m just worried. You need to take care of yourself morgs.”

“Ethan, I’m fine. Can we just pick these up and get food?”

“Yea. And I’m buying your lunch.”

“Ethan…”

“Not up for debate. Just help me pick these up.” I laugh and we pick the rest of them up before we head to Ethan’s car and to chipotle. He stays true to his word and buys me lunch despite me protesting. A few of the girls from the team come in and see me with Ethan. Jess comments, “Oh, little miss hockey player is here. Must be blowing off practice again. Wish I could skip like that.”

“Oh and she’s with her little boyfriend. How cute? Wonder what he thinks of her skipping practice all the time.” Sierra says. Hearing that pisses me off. I don’t know why but it just does. I say, “can we go?” Ethan says, “yea. Are you ok?” I shake my head no and he says, “Ok. Let’s go then, yea?”

I nod and he holds my hand and leads me out to the car but we don’t get in it. He pulls me in for a hug and I relax under his touch. I think I’m developing feelings for him and it scares me. Ethan rubs my back and whispers, “Hey, it’s ok. Morgs, you’re ok.”

He kisses my head and I pull away no longer wanted to hit something. I wipe the tears that I apparently shed. He forces me to look at him and he asks, “What happened back there? I’ve never seen you mad like that before.”

“I told you about the softball team basically hating me because of me doing individual practices right?” He nods so I continue, “Well, they’ve been making comments and shit. I usually use it as motivation but it’s been getting to my head. Only Luke knows. He’s the only one I wanted to know. And now you.”

“So then what just happened?”

“Two of the girls in there were on the team and made comments about how I must be skipping practice again and how I’m with my little boyfriend as they refer to you as and said something about what you must think about me skipping practice. That’s not even the worst thing that’s been said. I’m just done with it, all of it Ethan. Sometimes I wish I just played hockey and never played softball in the first place. I can’t keep doing this, it doesn’t feel worth it anymore Eddy.” 

He pulls me back in for a hug and he says, “you know that they aren’t right morgs. You are the hardest working person I’ve ever met. It takes real talent, skill, dedication, and sacrifice to play two division one sports like you’re doing. We’re extremely proud of you. Luke for damn sure is. He brags about you when you’re not around. I’m proud of you too. Don’t let them get in your head. I know it sucks. But you’ve worked so hard for this. Hutch knows that, she knows knows that your putting in double the work. It’s gonna pay off. And I’ll be at every damn game, cheering the loudest for number 6 who is my best friend in whole fucking world.”

I mutter, “thank you.” We pull away and head back to school so try and get homework done before practice. I mean we are students too. I hope he’s right and that everything will pay off in the end.

April, 2022

Morgan’s POV

Today is our rivalry game against State. The whole hockey team is here. I’m excited. Ever since our season ended, they’ve been at every home game and even traveled when we played State at State. These boys really do have my back and I love them for it.

Ethan was right, I got this. Bottom of the seventh, tied at 0, two outs. I get down to my last strike. The pitcher winds up and I get my bat on the ball, sending it over the fence, to win the game. As I’m rounding first base, I hear from the stands, “That’s my best friend right there. WOO! Go blue!”

I shake my head at my Ethan. I can hear Luke too, “That’s my twin right there. Hell yea morg! Go blue!” I turn and see Ethan and Luke chest bump. God I hate them sometimes. But they pulled up like they promised so I deal with it. I approach third base and get ready to high-five Hutch as I jog by. Literally the whole hockey team is on their feet cheering for me especially since we just beat State.

“That’s our girl.” I hear from Nolan Moyle.

“WOO! That’s my girl right there! Number 6 on the field, number 1 in my heart! I love you morgs!” I hear from Ethan fucking Edwards. Oh my god. Ethan is definitely drunk. I laugh it off and get greeted by the team. They're happy but I think it’s because we won, not because I hit a walk off. 

It sucks because straight up only like 6 girls like me. Alex, McKenna, Audrey, Kaylee, Sarah, and Ella. Alex is transferring and using her 5th year somewhere else so I’m losing one of my girls. It’s tough but I got my boys.

After we shake hands and everything, I head to the locker room and grab my backpack. I usually just change at the house after games. I go out to all of the boys waiting for me. Ethan comes running over and engulfs me in a huge hug. He reeks of beer. He says, “I’m so proud of you.”

“Party at my house at 9 morgan. Invite whoever. We’re celebrating.” J Bone says. J Bone and his parties. I nod and text my girls and tell them. I ask them not to tell the other girls because I wanted to drink and get drunk tonight. 

*At J Bone’s*

I walk in and everybody cheers for me. I immediately get a drink put in my hand by the bone man himself. J Bone stands up by the speakers and. He says, “Alright, everybody shut up for a sec. For those who don’t know, our girl Morgan Hughes, is a two sport athlete. She dominates on the ice for us and kicks ass on the softball field. Today she hit a walk off homerun to beat State. So this is for her. A toast to our superstar. To Morgan!”

“To Morgan!” Everyone toasts me, making me blush. He gets down and turns the music back on. I immediately down my drink and get another before finding my girls. I get greeted in a hug by them. McKenna says, “Ethan is staring.” 

“He’s staring at you with heart eyes.” Alex says.

“He’s my best friend. He’s also drunk and probably just horny. Let’s not talk about Ethan.” I say.

“As you wish.” Audrey says. We start dancing together. After about two hours, I’m like 7 or 8 in and drunk as fuck. I feel hands go on my hips and someone behind me. I start dancing on them. I’m feeling extra confident, probably the booze. Oh I’m definitely not gonna remember any of this tomorrow. I turn and see my best friend, Ethan Edwards. Neither of us have a problem with this since we’ve always been flirty with each other. We stay like that for a bit before Ethan whispers, “I’m gonna get another, do you want one?”

“Yes please.” I say and kiss his cheek. I could smell the alcohol on him. I also say, “I’m gonna go find Luke while I can still kinda walk.”

“Ok. Just stay there until I come with your drink.” He says kissing my cheek this time. I stumble through the house to find my brother talking with J Bone, Chic, Moyle, Keato, and Grano. I stumble into him saying, “Lukey!” He grabs me smiling, “Morgy. Having fun?”

“Fuck yea. J Bone, your a g man. Sick fucking party.” I say slurring my words. The guys laugh. J Bone says, “Thanks lady Hughes. How many have you had?”

“Uh, I can’t count that high J Bone. Ethan went to get me another one.”

Moyle says, “Oh boy. Good to know.”

“Was he drunk at my game? He seemed it.” I asked. Luke laughs and says,“Yes. You’re staying at my house tonight by the way. You have no choice.”

I say, “Ok.” “You doing ok?” He asks being a little concerned. I nod, “I’m doing great. Has Ethan been drinking all day?” Luke laughs, “Oh yea. He started when he got out of class. I’ve never seen him drink this much.”

“Oh. Can I tell you a secret? But you have to promise not to tell Ethan.” I say. He looks at me smiling, “Twin promise.”

“Boys, block your ears. Lukey’s ears only.” They laugh and then block their ears. I pull Luke down closer to me since he’s so fucking tall and whisper in his ear, “I’m in love with Ethan.”

“I knew that morgy. It’s obvious. You just play it off as best friends. But you’re both drunk so make a move. You both won’t remember so no harm no foul.”

“This is why your my favorite. Your so smart.”

“Glad I can help.” He taps J Bone and they unplug their ears. I stumble over my own feet and Moyle grabs me before I fall. “Woah, you ok lady Hughes?”

“I’m fucking wonderful Moyle. We beat State, there’s no reason to not be ok.”

They all laugh and I hug Luke. He wraps one arm around me to keep me from falling over. Ethan eventually finds us and hands me my drink. I say, “Oh yay! You just became my favorite. Sorry not sorry Luke.” Ethans wraps an arm around me pulling me into him. I smile and say, “Let’s dance Ethan.” We walk off towards the dance floor. 

Luke’s POV

I use Morgan going off with Ethan as my opportunity to make a move on McKenna. We’ve been flirting for a few months but I really like her and want her to be my girl. 

I see her dancing with the girls so I go up behind McKenna and whisper in her ear, “Hey baby.” and then kiss her cheek. She turns and smiles at me. “Hey lukey. Finally come to hit the dance floor?”

“Just for you baby.” I say a smirk and pull her close to me.

I grab her hips to dance along with her. She looks up and at me smiles. She reaches up and runs her fingers through my hair. I look down at her with a smirk, “Can I kiss you McKenna?” She nods and I lean in to kiss her.

Morgan’s POV

I look to my right while dancing with Ethan and see Luke kissing McKenna. What the fuck? She’s my best friend. A heads up would’ve been nice. I point it out to Ethan, “He’s kissing her. She’s my best friend.”

“So then kiss his.”

“I am not kissing Dylan.”

“I meant me morgs.”

“Oh. ok.” He leans in and kisses me. I have a feeling that we are both so drunk that we aren’t gonna remember this in the morning. I can taste the beer on his lips. Everything is so fuzzy right now, but I think that’s the alcohol. I don’t remember us stopping but somehow I’m in Luke’s car and cuddled into Ethan’s side in the back while McKenna is in the front seat holding luke’s hand. I’m cold, tired, drunk. “Ethan I’m cold.”

“I know baby. We’re almost at the house. I’ll give you a sweatshirt to sleep in.”

“Thank you. Can I stay with you tonight?” I plead.

“Yea.” Luke pulls into the driveway and has to help us both inside. Ethan almost falls over getting out which is problematic to say the least. I do fall over getting out. “Ow. Ethan why’d you let me fall?”

“I tried baby.”

“No you didn’t. Neither did you Luke, your a bad brother.”

“Morgan, come on. Your drunk and it’s cold. You need to get to bed.” He says trying to get me up. Ethan comes over and tries to help too. I swat their hands away and try to get up myself. I say, “I can take care of myself. And I’m not that drunk.”

“Morgan, seriously. Stop being difficult.”

“I can take care of myself Luke. Just because we’re twins doesn’t mean I need you every second of every day. I’m 18. I don’t need you anymore.”

“Stop being fucking difficult Morgan. Just let us fucking help you. You’re black out drunk right now and don’t know what your doing. Stop being a stubborn bitch, shut up, and just let us fucking help.” He snaps at me. He’s never snapped at me like that. I stand up and lean against Ethan. I snap back at Luke, “Fuck you Luke. Go to hell. Don’t talk to me like that.”

Ethan and I stumble our way up to Ethan’s room. He hands me a sweatshirt and I change for bed. I’ll deal with makeup later. “Hey Ethan?” He looks at me with a raised eyebrow. I kiss him one last time for the night and say, “Good night.”

“Good night.” We climb into bed and drift off to sleep.

I wake up the next morning and I’m in Ethan’s sweatshirt and cuddled into Ethan. I look under the covers and check that we are both wearing clothes which is a relief but I don’t remember anything from last night. I don’t even remember getting here. What the fuck happened last night?

I hear Ethan moving next to me, “Why do I feel like I was hit by a bus?”

“I don’t know. Last thing I remember is being at J Bone’s with McKenna and the girls. What do you remember?” I say rubbing my eyes. 

“I remember your brother scolding me for pregaming your game. And I remember your homerun. After that, couldn’t tell you.”

We laugh and then drag ourselves downstairs. I see Luke sitting on the couch watch tv with McKenna. When the fuck did she get here? Luke hears us and says, “Morning. Tylenol is on the counter.”

“Indoor voices.” I say rubbing my temple trying to sooth the headache. I grab the Tylenol and chug some gatorade. Ethan does the same and we both feel like death. I groan and lean against him hugging him. He hugs me back and asks Luke, “What happened last night? Neither of us remember anything.”

“Well, eddy you blacked out at like five from your day drinking. You guys spent most of J Bone’s party with each other. We had eyes on you since you both were blacked out. I was sober and drove home. You guys fell asleep within a half hour of being home.”

I zoned out like halfway through Luke talking. I need food or I’m gonna puke. I use ethan’s chest to hide the light because of my headache. I groan and say, “I’m starving. Can we get food?”

“Yea. I’ll drive. I’m good to drive I promise.”

“Ok.” We got into his car and drove off the get breakfast. He paid for mine, like he usually does no matter my protests. And we head back to the house. I take it nothing happened last night because Luke would’ve said something. We go to Ethan’s room and I cuddle into him to sleep this hangover off.

At least I can chalk up anything I did last night to being drunk. I’m just hoping that I didn’t blurt out that I’m in love with him.

(I have a part 2 ready and currently working on part 3 if anyone's interested)

[rainbow-femme]

So obviously I love just how much LGBTQ+ media exists now, and how much media has LGBTQ+ characters in it, but something Gen Z and later generations will never experience is being so desperate for anything that you end up finding the weirdest gay indie movies imaginable, watching them once at 2 am and then never seeing them again, and being haunted by the half remembered plots because you cannot for the life of you track them down again

So I would like to give you that experience vicariously through two of the ones I watched over a decade ago. If you recognize these please let me know I would love to track them down

The first was about this French gay dude in America who was marrying a lesbian friend to get a green card, and his boyfriend is like

“Hey babe my sibling is coming to town and going to stay with us.”

And the French guy goes “That seems like a bad idea, on account of you telling me that every time they come into town they become super toxic and make you the worst version of yourself and ruin your life.”

And the boyfriend is like “Ok but what are the odds that would happen again.”

The sibling I’m going to use they/them for because in an example of wonderful handling of trans characters, this person continually changes their mind about their gender, which is fine, except they keep managing to get full sex change surgeries every time it happens which is absolutely wild to me because it’s implied they have fully transitioned multiple times. They come into town having had a full MTF transition to the point of both top and bottom surgery and hormones but they’ve decided they’re a man again so they want a place to crash while they have a full FTM transition and I feel like I vividly remember them saying something about finding a doctor who can make them a pair of testicles. Like, specifically testicles was what they brought up, no other bits, this doctor apparently only made and attached artificial testicles and this character decided to start there

So naturally they start isolating the boyfriend from everyone by convincing him that everyone is out to get him and his French boyfriend sucks and is holding him back to the point that the boyfriend I’m pretty sure starts physically abusing the French guy along with other emotional abuse

And the story culminates in the two of them tipping off immigration about the green card marriage and literally get this dude deported, like he is handcuffed and put into a car and taken away, and also probably screwing over the lesbian friend who had agreed to marry him after the boyfriend had asked her to do it to help them

And as the car is driving away the boyfriend looks at the sibling and gives a “Nuh uh, I’m done with you” head shake and starts chasing after the car the French dude is in only to be hit by a different car and presumably killed

And that’s it, that’s the movie

The second is probably my favorite half remembered middle of the night gay movie

It’s about two lesbian friends who seem to be trying out dating each other to see if the relationship would work, and they end up meeting a group of BDSM lesbians who go “Uh, didn’t anyone tell you that lesbians don’t do monogamy anymore? We’re all polyamorous and have BDSM subculture personalities that we live in 24/7, that’s the only way to be a lesbian”

(Side note I don’t think this movie is actually bad about BDSM or polyamory stuff, it’s more about how people just coming out can easily get sucked into doing what they think they should and end up unhappy and over their heads in order to fit what a “real [X] person” looks or acts like. The characters who legitimately enjoy the lifestyle seem to be written in a good way based off my 10+ year old memory of my single viewing)

So the two lesbians decide that one is going to full time be a Daddy personality and the other will be a Little Girl personality, and they can sleep with whoever they want except the Daddy one can’t sleep with a different Little Girl or vice versa because that’s cheating

And this movie was so good because these two had 100% no knowledge of what they were actually supposed to do in BDSM situations and just kept acting like they did and the people in the scenes were like “… Ok, I guess I’ll trust you’re going somewhere with this?” and they never were, they were always just stalling for time

The best example is when the Little Girl one met a butch sub who was a Little Boy, I guess, and she wanted to do a three way with the Little Boy and the Daddy, and again they take things pretty literally so in the scene they’re like “ok you’re my dad and this is my son so that means you’re his grandpa.” And the Daddy one again has no idea what to do when genuinely faced with an experienced sub so she goes “Um, let’s make him sit in a box?” so they get a comically small box and make the sub squat down in it but again they have no idea what to do next and it culminates in the Little Girl saying she’s being drawn between the Daddy one she had been into before all of this and the Little Boy one she just met which pisses off the Daddy one so she leaves, fully confusing the Little Boy sub who thought that was all part of the scene

And then the Daddy one decides if the other is gonna have a new person she will too and she finds a super experienced femme domme and tries to flirt by pretending to be a dog and bringing her something in her mouth and the femme domme is just like “Ok A. I know you’re not actually into this so I’m not going to do anything to you because you wouldn’t like it, but also B. Even if you were I am so far above your experience level you would not be able to take it. So WTF is your problem cut it out.”

And there’s like a BDSM spin the bottle where you kiss or smack or lick the boot of whoever you land on and the Daddy one kisses a different Little Girl which pisses of the original Little Girl so she storms off so the Daddy One fully sleeps with the second one, and then gets in a fight with the original one over how one cheated because she got with the same archetype as the other but the other also cheated because she actually got feelings for someone else

And somehow they resolve everything and the story ends with them turning this into a performance art piece. You don’t see the actual performance art, probably because the writers wanted them to get wild applause but couldn’t think of a performance art piece based on this that would actually earn wild applause so you just see them being applauded while wearing a bunch of ties and jackets and scarves and stuff to I guess symbolize them trying to be things they weren’t

And then you see the butch sub getting whipped or spanked or something by the femme domme to show that everyone got their happily ever after

Heartstopper is great and all but they just don’t make ‘em like that anymore

[katyspersonal]

Ok, smol rant about the recent fandom drama for your inbox lol. You have done the same in mine, so now we’ll be even fjfhfd.

I remember seeing a post about kids and parents where the OP wished that they could explain to the domineering parents that they weren’t “making excuses” for their actions, but giving reasons for them. It’s a huge point of contention between parents and children. One I brutally relate to. As the children, we often want our motives to be understood, even if we did something that violated a moral boundary.

It makes the judgement feel less dehumanizing, because then the parent knows that we are just human too. We feel acknowledged as flawed people without being seen as purely bad.

This is what writers do for their morally corrupt characters too, right? The war criminals everyone fights over. I have seen some instances where the author did outright excuse the war criminal’s actions, but it’s far more common, especially in recent years, for writers to provide reasons for their villain’s actions.

Sometimes it’s a grand philosophy the villain has, sometimes it’s delusion, other times it’s simple lust for power, and other times it’s a sympathetic background. Sometimes it’s a mix of all of them. It can get messy, but recently the big debate in fandom is usually over evil characters having sympathetic motives or being victims of a cycle of abuse/violence.

*glares at Marika*

This is getting more and more heated in fandoms and now even the Soulsborne fandom, which is depressing. I mostly ignore it because I’m tired of it. Pretty much all of my favorite characters these days are tragic villains because I just love that archetype. I’m drawn to it and have been for as long as I can remember. But that means I see this argument surrounding all of these characters 24/7.

I am more sensitive to moralism, I’ll admit. I haaaate Puritan rhetoric in fandom, so I usually feel more frustration towards the “irredeemable pure evil character is so bad, WHY are you excusing abuse?” shit. But seeing this Hornsent stuff recently, I’m also getting massively uncomfortable with the literal excusing of genocide in the story. Even if it’s fictional, that just….BRUH. Both sides make me a bit queasy.

And all along, I can only think: This fighting is so pointless because both sides are latching onto a very simple perception. They think the story Miyazaki wrote is meant to EXCUSE the actions of the cruel people in the story, but in truth, it’s giving REASONS for all sides. To make things more realistic and god forbid, EMOTIONAL!

Marika’s story destroyed me, and now learning more details about the Hornsent, I feel bad for many of their people too!! The whole thing is a big tragedy, totally pointless. Something tells me that was the point because [gasp], Miyazaki tells that story over and over.

I remember seeing a random gamer comment on YouTube about Marika’s village, and all it said was, “Well. Now we know why she did it.”

THAT’S IT. THAT’S WHAT MIYAZAKI WANTS US TO FEEL. Not “Omg she was totally in the right!!”

Miyazaki’s “cycle of violence” trope is NOT apologist preaching. It’s not about excusing the war criminals. It’s about showing how people fuck each other up for generations out of received and inflicted injustice and pain.

And some come out on top in the end, unleashing twice as much violence as the other group because of how much power they attain. (Marika).

I also wish fandom would be careful about comparing too much of this story to real life as well, because that’s where the weaponization of certain events in history comes into play, and it just leads to moralists beating love-blinded simps over the head with “You’re defending she-Hitler!”

That’s just a cheap-shot because this IS all still fiction at the end of the day, and nobody should be deep-throated with Catholic guilt for getting a bit defensive of an immoral character 💀

Anyway, I’m going off, but I will say this, it reminds me of the whole Shabriri thing. Of course the Frenzied Flame curse and ending is sympathetic in one way. Destroying a world that is SO ruined by suffering is an understandable craving if you reach the bottom of despair. This is almost the exact of motive of [GUNSHOTS] [SOUNDS OF BEING STRANGLED] and so, I love it even more of course. LET IT ALL BURN.

But Shabriri being a liar does get the point across!!

The FF doesn’t fix anything in the end. That’s why I fought for the “Shabriri is not right” take and marveled at how much of the fandom was swayed by his lie, but I also understood why too! It’s a beautiful, perfect lie.

But no matter how tender, how exquisite…you know.

So….I guess now the same thing repeats. People fall for Marika’s side and see her cruelties as justice, while others go too far and paint her as a wholly dark force of evil that is being “excused” by the story. But in truth, THE FRENZIED FLAME IS BOTH SOMETHING TO BE UNDERSTOOD AND FOUGHT AGAINST.

JUST LIKE MARIKA’S WRATH.

Melina was right all along.

Ok rant over. Thanks for all the based and nuanced takes recently.

PS: Lowkey, to this day I wonder, why did that mf George Lucas somehow deliver the story of Vader’s fall in such a simple way that painting the very IDEA of giving into the “dark side” as a tragic decision all around. Giving into the FF is a tragic decision, Marika seeking revenge and going way too fucking far is a tragic decision. WHY DID LUCAS SOMEHOW UNDERSTAND THIS AND YET FANDOM IS STILL CONFUSED WHEN WE TRY TO EXPLAIN THAT CHOOSING TO PERPETUATE THE CYCLE OF VIOLENCE IS PART OF THE TRAGEDY. MIYAZAKI IS PRACTICALLY SCREAMING IT AKSJDHDDJ—

Heyyyy Crow, I am so sorry for being a couple of weeks late to respond this ask ;-; I am scatterbrain about asks, you know :pensive:. ....and I also see that you did decide to waste it into my nothing-blog, instead of posting your beautiful, based thoughts in YOUR blog where more people can see them? You chicken dffdhs

Being the reclusive misanthropist (as far as fandoms go), I've been avoiding most of these problems! And my first exposure, through an EX mutual, happened to be the "woooow FromSLOP excused genocide by giving Marika a sad backstory, what were they thinking?!" side. The exposure only kept growing until I ripped the bandage, yet it did make me so angry that the first chapter in my large SOTE defence essay ( x ) was JUUUUST about it. 🙄

Marika was not "just" evil even in the base game either, giving off the impression of someone wanting to build a perfect world of light, life, safety and abundance even at the expense of oppressing "potential threat" species. She waged war on the Fire Giants who had 'evil god of fire', caused natural disasters and whose fire existed as anathema to the Erdtree and declared her victory the start of the "better age"! That already spoke of a lot of complexity, without forcing the audience to agree with her motivations and actions but instead understand what weight they held in the grand scheme of things!

What DLC did add was simply a lore on Marika's origins as a Goddess, and what made her vulnerable enough for the Two Fingers to seek her! Divinity is further stated to not be a great thing via Miquella's whole arc, but the wish to change the world to the better hits harder when you personally were a victim of its fundamental corruption! She did not instantly become a good person over DLC lore, nor she was just evil person and nothing else in the base game! War against Fire Giants (maybe Dragons?) was the means to topple the current powers and establish her reign, oppressing certain species was the mean to preserve it. She searched not solely to take revenge on the Hornsent, but to build a different world where what they did would not happen, ironically ending up causing more injustice ANYWAYS! Miquella fell into this trap. Heck, GIDEON fell into this trap!

On a more general note, detached from the specifics of this game: I do still find it more strange to be angry about villains being given sympathetic traits, as a concept. People who are just "born evil" are such a minority that they hardly can say anything about nature of men. In any case, 'explanation is not an excuse' works not only as a tool to still judge someone's sins, but ALSO to explain that writers making a character more elaborate is not a demand to like this character or excuse their actions! Everything has reason… This is why no one is entitled to declare they know what is good and bad for everyone. Not just people like Marika or Gwyn, but even us.

Granted, all the "they want us to like a she-Hitler now?!" sentiments arrived from the same people who also believe that Miquella's character was "assassinated" and use that absurd 'they'll never make me hate you miquella sweety' tag or whatwasit that has no reason to exist!! Character assassination. You know, that writing trick writers do to make you despise a character who has been established to be likeable before. I just can't forgive this "logic", of assuming that giving explanation for character's tyranny = wanting audience to see them as morally right, and assuming that making a character fall from grace = wanting audience to hate the character.

No, no, NO! Completely WRONG! What writers, GOOD writers, want audience with BOTH of these things is EXACTLY what you said: to understand the reasons of what happens and why! Miyazaki is a good writer, that wants audience to find their own answers, and always wanted! It is not being a love-blinded fan but a common knowledge in the fandom that Miyazaki admitted so himself. Zullie (Youtuber) highlighted this, writer of Paleblood Hunt highlighted this... Miyazaki's talent and genius did not magically evaporate just over the awful sin of not dropping any hints for Miquella x Radahn in the base game, and you, as a Fromsoft veteran, probably know it better than I do.

And, yeah, speaking of love-blinded, you know that only recently I've encountered the other side of the situation. Amongst all that vitriol over "writers wanting us to think this and that but we won't!", some people were angry at how fans were effected by Shaman Village's lore, and I saw why. Nobody should feel unsafe in the fandom just because they happen to refuse to hate The Bad Character TM when loud people decided that fandom should, and I did TELL Blender so!

That whereas we, small lore blogs, do not see the "danger" of highlighting character's sins or assuming them as accountable as possible, the "danger" of negative perception of the character exists, in the form of people who sees resulting hatred as moral act!Before SOTE dropped, I've noticed the problem with Mohg! While despairing over why his fans preferred a more charitable interpretation of him instead of "more interesting" sexual offender one, I kind of ENTPed the answer to my own question seeing them bullied for liking said Totally Canonically Sexual Offender. 🙄

I understand why certain people would get so defensive about how to interpret Marika that they'd jump at an objective well-researched post without even reading it (!!!) as some kind of a threat for their happy fandom experience. I insist that if you do enjoy your own vision more, nothing can threaten it, not even canon ffs, but that's not entirely true because we engage not in a vacuum but in a fandom.

Gehrman fans, for one, are more interested in protecting themselves from being blocked on the spot, vagueblogged about and shunned as "misogyny apologists" than in ensuring no one's vision can differ from their. I am a better person and fan than I was 2-3 years ago, but I remember the urge to tear every hater apart even if they did NOT insult or bully anyone. Because they could, and I remembered situations when they would. I also remember the first time I responded on Gehrman slander with cold head and politely. It was such a good memory. Marika did not create a presumably inaccurate life-size replica of her dead student. She started genocide. Thus, yes, I assume that vitriol from haters is even more severe. You mentioned people drawing parallels with real events and excusing them, and everyone here knows it does happen. I understand why.

....however, what did we JUST conclude about "understanding the reasons for someone's behaviour"? That it simply humanises them, not automatically excuses them!

You know I'll be proud of myself over this one for a week at least XD I might have created a sort of gravitational field in my blog, that did attract some people who really dislike Marika and dislike fans that "woobify" her (do kids still use this word?). It might be just something autistic, because in my vision, just because I call character fascist or otherwise point out something awful about them doesn't mean I hate the character or call for hate! Same applies to @val-of-the-north, of course! It is very difficult to communicate that I am not here to be a part of antagonism, and when I get 'reactionary' anons I'll focus on their comfort over comfort of hypothetical people that only might see my posts. This alone gets me involved by effect. I will be at least part of the problem whether I want it or not, so is everyone who posts any observations and opinions in the fandom at all. Unfortunately, the ONLY way to be 100% good fan is to not participate in the fandom beyond being a content machine.

It is very easy to get caught in a cycle of reactionary paranoia and "returning" aggression. But bad fandom experiences should not make anyone resort to attacking-on-sight even if this person wasn't hateful but just shared their observations. Just as much as how experience with bad writing excusing vile things should not make anyone resort to trashing on explanations (and "heretical" fans that acknowledge them for a good measure). Both sides have the understandable reasons for being cringe. Both sides ALSO deserve to be grabbed by the collars and get their heads hit against each other, like in a sort of an outdated anime gag. 🙄

Anyway, man, thank you for this rant. You've put everything so well, and in a very short form. I still think you are better at 'Fromsoft philosophy' than I, and you WILL accept my compliment!!! Honestly, the dreaded practice of "caring about discourse" is not all reductive and evil or whatever. Heck, you kinda prove that it can be as much an expression of passion as creativity!

[cuprohastes]

A day in the life of a Super Burnout

How many times have I done this now?

Too many to count: it’s like drinking coffee. You just don’t remember it because it’s so… normal.

I feel energy from around me sinking in, and I leap — No Olympic athlete could hope to jump this high. Pole Vaulter maybe… I don’t have a pole.

I hit the top of my leap and ignite my power. The leap doesn’t count. This is what’s going to keep me from coming down. It’s like having steel rods in your forearms. I’m bracing on them. It’s like holding yourself off the floor between two balance beams.

I have muscles like you wouldn’t believe from doing this. Also, a ton of muscle tears in my back.

I eat vicodin as a bedtime snack.

Shields go up. You have to be in the air, or you just scoop a chunk of pavement, and you’re pinned. At that point, someone can just walk away unless you drop the shield, and then your Captain Got Shot.

OK, a couple of rounds hit the shield, but people are used to this nowadays, and they normally just fire off a couple of rounds to see if you actually did throw a shield up.

I had a buddy who claimed he didn’t need to put the effort in because everyone knew you would have a shield — and besides, these guys have lousy aim.

He’s the reason we get shot at, just in case. Good ol’ Captain Shot In The Face. What a guy.

Ground over doesn’t work if some asshole in a costume hovers above you doing power poses. I’m just trying to arch my back to maintain balance. They don’t need to know. It looks cool as hell on YouTube.

The secret is not to try to move forward. You’d just find yourself pinned or tear your arms off at the elbow.

We found out the hard way on that one.

The Shield’s centred about the median of the volume of your pelvis, but for some reason the quantum lock likes to think of your forearms as the locus. So you move the locus, it pulls your arms along and the rest of you follows, carrying the shield.

Allegedly, there’s 67 minute of air in here, but I’m taking up part of the volume, I can maybe hold this pose for six minutes before I give up and just drop. At that point I’m still in the bubble but because now the bubble is holding me up, I’ll just flip upside down and hang there and then drop on my head if I drop the shield.

Number one cause of Supers with broken wrists is trying to catch themselves from a shield drop.

So here we go. Leap up, shield on: Tink! — Nine mil. You get to recognize the sound, then a meaty concussive bam. Bam? Are they firing fucking fifty Cal? Assholes. You miss with one of those, someone a kilometre away explodes.

Look around. There, there and there. Thee. Drop, move the locus nice and fast, smack the first guy — it’s like being hit by a wall. Not fast, but it’s kind of a semi-irresistible object thing.

The guy bounces off the pavement, and that’s not good for you. Drop the shield, punch him to make sure he says down…

Fists of justice! Or knuckle dusters. Christ, my arms ache.

Second guy leans out. Step in, nice and fast and give him an uppercut. Oh, fuck, that looked nasty.

I hate it when they scream.

Last guy should have a bead on me so power jump, shield up, turn… man that is a big gun. Who even makes those. Wait, who even carries that?

He can’t get it around. I just step up, and the stupid long barrel hits me in the shoulder and stops. he’d have to take like… what six steps back to point this thing at me, and I’m pretty sure it’d kill him to pull the trigger. I think it’s man portable artillery.

I vaguely remember seeing something like it on Forgotten Weapons.

So. I punch him in the kidneys and break his wrist. I feel bad about it, but if he fires that thing around here, it’ll blow right through a building.

I’ve got a couple of one-liners for this stuff, because it looks good on the superhero body cam footage. But what I actually say is, “I’m so tired.”

A half second later I add “Of crime!” but nobody is convinced.

[stiffyck]

Stiff stiff stiff stiff hi. Ok. Coming off of anon for this one bc the brainrot is too much ANYWAYS I was sending tcd asks like last week??? Idk ANYWAYS I JUST FINISHED WATCHING SECRET LIFE THE OTHER DAY AND I HAVE SOOOOOO SOOO MANY THOUGHTS. So many thoughts about TCD Scar and Secret life Scar. And also some of the things Martyn was saying about Scar lore-wise. I’m actually gonna put a few quotes from Martyn here about it:

“That [the end of secret life] was probably the beginning of a really horrible sort of descent into madness for Scar”

“Can you just imagine how distraught and how upset Scar is at just whacking that success button over and over and every time: ‘Win Secret Life’ ‘Win Secret Life’ ‘Win Secret Life’ just over and over and over again”

“Wanting it to either end for himself or for a new game to begin, like he is so deep in that loneliness and being left in a wasteland that he would rather either die or go into another death game — he doesn’t want to be alone”

Ok end of quotes here. I am just thinking SOOOO HARD ABOUT THIS OUGSHSH. I’ve been rotating this in my head for like 3 days now. First of all, like the whole secret keepers/watchers CONSTANTLY giving Scar tasks that end up isolating him from the rest of the server in a way (kind of like they know that loneliness hits Scar much harder than the others and they’re doing it on purpose to break him early on in the game), and then Scar building up those big deep slate walls around most of his base to physically keep people out (and even if it doesn’t keep people out physically, it’s still more or less reflects his mental state and how he’s treating everyone around him), and the whole sneaking around everyone and flitting between groups without committing himself because he knows (EVEN THOUGH HE TALKS ABOUT WANTING FRIENDS) that his best bet is to take advantage of having connections without actually getting attached to anyone (kind of like maybe he’s learned somewhere before that isolation is the best route for survival). GOD HES JUST LIVING RENT FREE IN MY BRAIN AAUGGHH. Also Scar just eventually accepting that he’s going to be isolated no matter what, and giving into what the tasks want him to be. BUT ABOVE ALL OF THAT. Him being surprised that he even won in the first place????

“How’d the guy with no friends win?”

And just being legitimately shocked that he actually came out on top and managed to survive everything. It’s like, even though he knew that not having any true connections gave him the best opportunity for survival he was STILL surprised to have made it out alive in the end. And back to what Martyn said about him being stuck there alone, just losing himself to madness because there’s nobody left but himself. it’s just like being back where he started again, utterly alone with no way out and nobody left to help him, and that he would rather be dead or living through another death game than be completely alone again. ok I’m done lol I am so sorry for going on that enormous ramble in your inbox HRJSKF :’)

HELLO YES YES THIS IS EXCELLENT. YES.

This reminds me of an au I made relating to my immortal scar hc where Scar gets stuck in 3rd life and everyone forgets him. Only the winner, Grian, remembers him and he remembers that Scar is supposed to be another hermit-

But this. Right.

Scar is the only one who didn't die at the end. So I can imagine him slowly going mad and maybe he's secretly hoping that maybe... maybe someone will come back for him. Someone will come save him, right?

But why would they. He was the villain after all. Even if not of his own volition- he was still a villain and he deserves this.

But imagine if the others forgot about him. If he just got erased from their memories basically.

Man.

Anyway yea Martyns lore for Scar is insane rigkrkgkfkg I love this sm thank you for that ramble I home my own ramble makes sense. Very random but i should be sleeping anyway

[deltastra]

Tower of God Season 2 (New Trailer with OP Theme) Thoughts

Hello everyone! I haven't done a pre-written post in a while (Did I ever?), so let me yap about the new Tower of God trailer! I wanna tell you guys my honest thoughts and initial reaction to certain scenes.

I waited so long for them to show literally anything else other than the same 12(?) scenes and even a sneak peak to the OP theme performed by NiziU. FINALLY! I will be yapping a lot so SPOILER ALERT FOR ANIME ONLIES

(Also if you guys like posts like this from me, I'll try my best to do this more often as opposed to pre-written reviews!)

Ok so first off I want to say, I was overwhelmed with emotions. I read this arc back in 2016...to see it finally animated, man. Not to mention, it has been like 4 YEARS since season 1. Time flies and a lot happened in my life in between that. I remember how I felt when the OP of the first season played and it hit me that the very first WEBTOON I have ever read, finally got an anime adaptation, which was something that felt impossible back then.

I AM HOPING THIS SCENE WITH ANDROSSI MEANS THAT THE NEW STUDIO WILL FOLLOW THE WEBTOON PROPERLY. Don't get me wrong, besides its flaws, I did love Season 1. However, I was upset with the needless changes they made and important scenes they removed. So I hope the new studio follows the webtoon. They should definitely re-establish how much Bam meant to Androssi.

Seeing Khun in season 2 artstyle is nice. Regarding the artstyle, this may sound weird but I liked season 1's a bit more. Season 1's artsyle felt more "unique" along with its vibrant colours. But, I'll admit, season 2's artsyle is definately more suitable for the long-run when considering how serious the story gets later down the road.

Okay, I'll admit. This scene felt a bit...stiff?? But that's not a big deal.

I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE THEM AND THEIR FRIENDSHIP GROW ALL OVER AGAIN AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.

AND THE OP THEME FINALLY PLAYS! Now here's the thing. I listened to a few songs by NiziU and I won't lie, as nice as the songs were, I was unsure whether they fit the Tower of God tone. But I kept an open mind as I knew nothing about STRAY KIDS back in season 1 and now I listen to TOP and SLUMP so often and associate it with Tower of God due to the lyrics.

As for the sneak peak of RISE UP by NiziU, I like the song. I'm not obsessed over it, maybe I need more of it to form a solid opinion. However, I think it's fine overall! (Hopefully the song isn't wasted in the OP by the use of black screens and credits lol)

I LOVE THIS SHOT SO MUCH. THE DETAIL ON THE SHINSU IS SO GOOD. The lighting as well!

I like how they drew Viole's eyes here. He looks tired which honestly fits well given what he faced during his time with FUG. I don't remember if he looked like that in the WEBTOON whenever his eyes were shown but if it's an anime-original detail, I love it!

(I hope we see his bright eyes during the scene with Wagnan and Viole on the rooftop! Can't wait to see that animated!)

OH I CANNOT WAIT TO SEE THIS FIGHT ANIMATED OMGGGG

Okay, this shot was kinda cool sorry guys I just wanted to say that.

AAAAND THATS ABOUT IT.

First of all, WAY BETTER TRAILER THAN WHATEVER THEY WERE SHOWING US BEFORE! Second, I feel a little more confident about season 2 now. It's alright. I feel like nowadays everyone expects MAPPA or UFOTABLE quality for every anime but this is fine. While I'll miss the season 1 artsyle that I grew to love, I look forward to see what the new studio has to offer.

ALSO KEVIN PENKIN RETURNING LETS GOOOOOO

I want to end things off by saying that when I first read this arc. I ADORED TEAM SWEET AND SOUR. I believe it was because they reminded me of Quinx Squad from Tokyo Ghoul :re...

I just love this team's dynamic and how well they play off eachother. It felt more like a found family. I understand people liked season 1's cast more but I have always been more partial to this team <3

I look forward to seeing them again in the anime cause I miss their early days so much. NOTHING BAD HAPPENS TO ANY OF THEM OKAY? HELL TRAIN ISN'T REAL </3 (SIU please bring back the active members please I beg of you. SHOW ME THEIR SEASON 3 LOOKS)

[forgetfulminks]

Guide to Prioritising

I saw a post about this and I disagreed with some of the things they said in the post, so I wanted to make my own! While I disagreed with some of the stuff in it, it's still a really helpful guide and you can read it here if you want to.

Sometimes, you have unproductive days where you just procrastinate, and that's ok. You are not pathetic or lazy for doing that. Procrastination is usually a sign that you are overwhelmed and burnt out, which means you probably need to take a break. But what do you do when you really need to finish an assignment for school or a project for work and you still want to procrastinate? This is where prioritising can help you! Figuring out what needs to get done first and what things can wait can decrease your overall workload. So, here's how to do it:

Step 0: The Non-negotiables

These are things you need to remember to prioritise above anything else. These are things that people forget about sometimes, especially in times of stress.

Sleep

Drink water

Eat breakfast, lunch, and dinner (don't just have little snacks, you need at least 2-3 proper meals)

Take breaks - you need to take breaks as you're working. You can use the pomodoro method if you want, or something else. I like to do 1-2hrs of work and then a 30-40min break.

Make sure that you prioritise these first! Now that we have that out of the way, let's begin with step 1.

Step 1: What are the most important things?

Figure out what things need to be done now and cannot be put off. These are things that need to be done today, tomorrow, or within the next 3-5 days. If you want to write a to-do list, these are the things that should be at the top and should be done first. It might be a bill you need to pay, it might be some homework you need to do, it might be a test you need to study for, or an email you need to send. Whatever it is, start with these things, do them first, get them out of the way, and that will relieve a lot of your stress. If it's something big that will take a lot of time, then that might be the only thing you do today, and that's ok. Whatever it is, make sure you get it done before you even start thinking about anything else.

Step 2: What are things that need to be done soon?

After finishing the immediate things that need to be done, you can start thinking about the things that are coming up. These are things that need to be done in 1-2 weeks. You can either start it if you haven't already, or write a plan on how you are going to finish it. I personally don't like to plan out how I'm going to finish something, I prefer to just start and do a little bit every day, but everyone is different. The point is to at least start thinking about it to avoid stressing in the future.

Step 3: What are the things you can let go?

After doing the things you need to and starting the things that are coming up, you can now figure out what things can wait for later. These are things that are not urgent and can be put off until later, or things that are due in more than 3 weeks. I know that when you're stressed, your brain wants to worry about every little thing possible. But after you do the big things, then you can think about what is actually important and what isn't. For example, if you're worrying about doing your laundry, ask yourself if it really needs to be done now or if it can be done later. If you usually go to the gym and you're stressing about it, maybe that's a sign that you need to take a break from it today so you can focus on other things. If you're stressing about an assignment that's due months from now, remind yourself that you have a lot of time and you don't need to be worrying about it now. However, if you try to put these things out of your mind and you still find yourself stressing about it, maybe that's a sign that you need to start it or do at least a little bit of it just for your own mental health. Sometimes when we try not to worry about things we worry about them even more. This last step is meant to help you stop worrying about the little things, and if your way to do this is to get them out of the way, then you can do that! Just make sure you don't burn yourself out by doing too many or use these little tasks to procrastinate on a more important task.

Step 4: Prioritise You

After you finish the big assignments, get a head start on future projects, and get rid of the lesser important tasks, it's time to recharge and prioritise yourself! You've done so well keeping up with all these things you need to do, now it's time for some me time! Do whatever it is you need to do to relax, wind-down, decrease your anxiety, and just forget about the pressure of life for a little bit. It could be watching a movie or some videos, playing a game, reading a book, writing something, enjoying some self care, eating some tasty food, whatever it is. It's important to remember to worry about yourself after you've spent a whole day worrying about your work.

And that's my guide to prioritising! I hope this helps you with planning out your workload and making schedules!

[summertimebabez]

JJ Maybank - Do you still love me? Part 1

Y/N P.O.V.

Me and JJ have been dating for almost 3 years. I love him with all my heart. He is the dream boyfriend. He opens the door for me, he respects me, he cares abut me. I am so in love with JJ Maybank. I admit it. When he holds me at night I feel safe and secure. Everytime he talks to me I feel butterflies forming in my stomach. I still remember the first time we met. The moment replays in my head as I lay in bed. The moment we met was special. I really fell for him as stupid as that sounds.

The first time we met we were drunk and high so, we ended up making out but didn't do anything else. He took me back to the chateau into John B's spare room and we passed out shortly after we laid down on his bed.

As I lay in bed I fantasize about my future with him until I'm inturrupted by a knock on the door. " Come in. " I said. Sarah came in with a grim look on her face smiling widely. We stared at eachother for a solid 10 minutes until I broke the silence between us by saying, " What? " Sarahs smile just got even wider which I didn't think it was humanly possible to smile that wide. She finally said " We are going out today. So get ready. " " But, I just wanna relax. " " I don't care. We are going. Get dressed. " " Where are we going. " She then walks to the door and walks out and yells back from the hall " Oh, and wear something hot. " I do as she says. I wear a cute pink top, jean shorts, and some sandles.

When I leave the room Sarah says " Damn. Spicy Mama. " That's when I notice JJ sitting on his phone not even noticing me. Then Kie said " I'd tap that ass. Come over here Y/N. " It's only then that I see him finally look at me. He doesn't say anything. He just walks past me bumping into me. " Fuck is his problem? " John B asks. " Maybe he's on his period." Kie said jokingly. " Maybe we should get him snacks and tampons. " Sarah jokes while histaricly laughing. " Y'all are dying." says John B looking slightly concerned at the two girls. " If you die just know I'm not going to save you. I'm off duty. " Pope says as serious as he could but soon after all four of them are laughing.

I just go to the bathroom and lock the door. I start crying silently. I then do my makeup and it's time to go. When we all are in the twinkie JJ sits opposite of me by pope and kie. He puts his arm around her as if they were dating but she's with pope and he's with me. I felt like crying. Sarah who was next to be whispered " You ok? " " Ya, don't worry 'bout me. " She gave me a look that tells me she doesn't beleive me. She then looks at JJ. I saw sarah pull out her phone and text him something. He then looks at me then starts to fidget with his rings.

JJ P.O.V.

When I heard Kie say that about Y/N only then I noticed her with a smile on her face when she met my eyes. I then got a call from my dad. I got up abruptly and nudged her. I didn't notice though. During the call I heard them joking about me being on my period which was dumb as fuck. I then saw Y/N go into the bathroom her lower lip quivering. I then heard the lock. She was crying I could hear it even over my dad yelling and the rest of the pogues laughing.

When I was done with the phone call I heard everyone going into the twinkie. I went in and instead of going to sit next to Y/N I sat next to Kie and pope. I put my arm around her. I didn't look at Y/N not once. I then felt my phone vibrate. I looked expecting a text from my dad but instead I was met with a text from sarah saying;

'What the Actual Living Fuck. You're dating Y/N not Kie. So get over yourself and comfort your girl. Can't you see she's not ok? Your being a class-A dick right now.'

That's when I look at Y/N. She is on the verge of crying. I felt bad. I started playing with my rings instead of comforting her.

At the party

Y/N P.O.V.

The music was blasting. The party was at some random persons house. I needed to get away from everything. I went upstairs to find a quiet place. I went into the first door that was unlocked. To my dismay I found JJ ontop of some random girl fucking her. They didn't notice me until kie found me and took sveral pictures and videos and sent it to the group chat. He checked his phone and saw it. He looked behind him to see me. I was just frozen in shock. I started to walk away when he quickly got dressed and chased after me. I went back to John B's house. When I got there I went straight to me and JJ room. He showed up shortly after. He was in the front yard pacing. I started to pack my stuff and leave. When I went out of the front door everyone's heads turned to me. I started to walk away from everyone. JJ noticed me and started to run after me.

He started calling y name but I was too mesmorized to speak. All I could feel was anger and rage. If he kept pushing I would end up snapping. He grabbed my arm. " Babe, wait." " I'm not your babe anymore remember. You just cheated on me like 30 minutes ago. " " Please forgive me she didn't mean anything to me. " " JJ, get your hands off of me before you don't have hands anymore. " " Woah there tiger calm down. " I started walking away he called after me. I turned around and said. " FUCK YOU JJ MAYBANK. I HOPE YOU GO TO HELL." When I turn around I'm met by rafe's gaze. "Fuck" I say to myself. The girl JJ was fucking somehow found me and started punching me.

It was Rafe's girlfriend. Figures. I then start beating her ass, she was about to die but, I decide to make her blackout. I then stand up and say " Next time you fuck someone's boyfriend don't fuck mine. " " OH AND FYI JJ WE ARE OVER. " Rafe rushes to her and slaps her.

He then follows me and slaps my ass. I go to the Cameron Mansion to have a sleepover with Sarah because she spent the night due to a disagreement with John B. I then felt a hand corress my cheek when I woke up I saw...

[steddio]

steddie vegas au part 7 (and epilogue)

part 1; part 2; part 3; part 4; part 5; part 6; ao3

(ok this is it, the last part! these two middle-aged sweethearts and their issues have occupied all my thoughts for the last few weeks, and I appreciate everyone who joined me on this journey. this part is a bit spicy; if you want to skip, it starts with ���So get me wet, sugar.” you can come back at “They sit like that, foreheads touching.”)

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The calm that settled over them as they took in the view together breaks when Steve finally glances at his watch. “Shit, I lost track of time. Don’t you have a show tonight? I should take you back.”

Eddie presses a kiss to the top of Steve’s head. “Always looking out for me, Steve-o. But no, I have the night off. Jeff is gone, visiting his mom.” 

Steve turns to face him, eyes hopeful. “Is there any chance I could take you… home? With me?”

Eddie’s eyebrows shoot up. “You’d want that?” he can’t help but ask. Steve just leans in to kiss him again, letting his hands trail down Eddie’s arms. He breaks the kiss to whisper in Eddie’s ear, “baby, come home with me. Let me cook you dinner.” 

“Oh, now you’re cooking me dinner?” Eddie tries to play it cool, but it comes out a little broken. He can’t remember the last time someone cooked for him.

Steve just smiles, kisses him once more on the cheek, and takes his hand. The descent is way easier than the ascent, and Eddie feels so light he wants to run. Only his sobering awareness of his own clumsiness keeps him from doing so. That and Steve groaning about how his knees ache when he walks downhill, which means Eddie gets to tease him about being an old man. Their playful banter helps Eddie shrug off the last bit of anxiety; they’re both done running, done hiding.

Steve’s suburban apartment complex is just as brown as the rest of Vegas, but the inside is a riot of color. He must notice Eddie’s look of amazement, because he laughs. “Max and I painted it, and I let her pick out the color for every room,” he shrugs, as if that isn’t the most devastatingly sweet thing Eddie has ever heard. They go into the (bright orange) kitchen and Eddie settles himself at the counter while Steve pours them iced tea. Steve hands Eddie a glass then clinks his own against it. “To second chances,” he says solemnly, but his eyes are smiling.

“To second chances,” Eddie agrees, reaching out to cover Steve’s hand with his own. They sip on their drinks in companionable silence until Steve stretches and then disappears into the bedroom to take a shower, telling Eddie to “be as nosy as you want, sweetheart. No more secrets.” 

Never one to deny a chance to snoop, Eddie pokes around Steve’s (bright yellow) living room with its faded blue couch and well-loved leather armchairs. The bookshelf is full of photos of a little red-haired girl Eddie knows to be Steve’s daughter Max, and the art on the walls, although framed, was clearly drawn by a child. Meandering down the hall, Eddie finds another bedroom painted a soft lavender and covered in band posters. 

Despite its dull exterior, this apartment feels so much more like a home than any of the flashy, beautiful, expensive places Eddie has lived. And even if Steve lives alone it’s clear his family is never far from his heart. Eddie is hit suddenly with a wave of gratitude that Steve brought him here, that he trusted Eddie enough to let him in. 

He hears the shower turn off and makes his way toward Steve’s bedroom. The door is cracked slightly, so Eddie pushes it open, only to be met with the glorious sight of Steve wrapped in a towel, bare chest still dripping slightly with water. Steve smiles when he sees Eddie, so genuine that Eddie’s heart thrills in his chest and he can’t stop himself from approaching, drawn in by this gorgeous man. 

“Eddie, baby, I’ll get you all wet,” Steve laughs in protest as Eddie wraps him up in a hug. 

“So get me wet, sugar,” and Eddie didn’t mean to have that come out so sultry, but Steve’s eyes go dark and his breath catches. Eddie chases that inhale with a kiss, tender at first until it deepens into heavier want, and he’s backing Steve against the bed. He unwraps the towel and thrills at having Steve bare beneath him, looking up through dark eyelashes. Eddie starts to kneel, but Steve pulls him onto the bed so they’re laying side by side. 

They kiss slowly, letting their hands explore, taking their time, and Eddie is aching with want by the time Steve finally kneels above him, pulls his joggers down, and bends to lick a long stripe up his cock. Eddie jolts in surprise, halfheartedly protests that he’s still sweaty from their hike, but Steve just smiles and shakes his head. “I need to taste you, sweetheart,” he tells Eddie. “To make sure you’re really here.” And how can Eddie deny him that? 

Steve goes luxuriously slow, licking and mouthing for what feels like ages until he finally takes Eddie deeper, bobbing his head gently, curling his tongue around the entire length of Eddie’s cock. It’s so messy, and so good, Eddie just melts into the bed, into the wet warmth of Steve’s mouth, content to stay like that forever. Steve seems to feel the same, because he doesn’t stop, just lies between Eddie’s legs. 

Eventually Eddie realizes Steve is grinding against the mattress. “Look at you,” he groans. “So good for me, Stevie, keeping your hands where I can see them. You’re so–shit. You’re so good at this, sugar.” Steve just hums around him and keeps going, and like always, Eddie wants more. Except this time, he feels safe asking, knowing that Steve wants to give it to him.

“Stevie, baby, I want to ride you,” Eddie tells him. This gets Steve’s full attention. “Get me ready, sugar.” Steve groans deep in his chest and then reluctantly lets go of Eddie’s cock, gets up to grab lube and a condom from the bedside table. Eddie just watches him, content to wait and appreciate the vision before him. Steve, flushed, golden, hard cock jutting out proudly. He lets Steve finger him open just as slowly as he’d sucked him off, but the moment he feels ready, he takes the lead, flipping them over so he’s on top. He takes a moment to imprint the visual in his memory forever–dark hair covering lean muscle, plush lips spit-slick and swollen, brown eyes dark with lust and so trusting–before he lowers himself. And wow, Steve is huge, Jesus H Christ, but the stretch is so, so good, and Steve’s moan of “Eddie, baby, fuck” is even better. He gives himself a moment to adjust before he’s grinding down again, trying to find that sweet spot. Steve grabs his waist, both encouraging and taking some of Eddie’s weight. And normally Eddie would perform a little bit, show off for his partner, but Steve is already looking at him with such affection that he just… lets Steve look. At all of him, while he chases his pleasure. 

He feels himself approaching the edge and suddenly the distance between them is too far, and he bends down to kiss Steve, who meets him in the middle so that he’s sitting upright with Eddie on his lap. Eddie doesn’t want to break the kiss, just lets himself come untouched, spilling over Steve’s stomach. Steve moans in delighted surprise, let’s out a whispered “fuck, fuck, that’s so hot” before he’s grinding in even deeper, following Eddie in pleasure. 

They sit like that, foreheads touching, breathing in each other’s air, for a long moment. Eventually, they’ll extract themselves and muster the energy to shower. Eventually, Steve will cook Eddie dinner and they’ll sit at the kitchen counter, wholly domestic. But for now, Eddie is content to stay a little longer in the safety of Steve’s arms.

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Steve is jolted awake by a pounding knock on his front door. Alarmed, he extracts himself from the tangle of Eddie’s limbs with a whispered “be right back, sweetheart” and tugs on a pair of sweatpants, grabbing the baseball bat he keeps next to the bed “just in case” (Max and Nancy had laughed at him, but you never know!). There’s another loud knock, and he has half a mind to chastise whoever it is for disturbing the neighbors even if they are some sort of intruder, but when he looks through the peephole and sees a disheveled Chrissy, he immediately swings open the door.

“Chrissy, what’s wrong?” he asks, only to be met with a loud and almost-enraged, “Steve!?”

Steve just lifts a hand in an awkward wave and quickly hides the bat in the umbrella stand. “Is Eddie here?” Chrissy pushes past him into the apartment. 

“Yes, he’s in the bedroom, asleep. What the hell is going on?” He’s starting to get annoyed now, and his bitchy side is coming out. 

Chrissy turns to face him, relieved and a little sheepish. “We have one rule, while we’re in Vegas, which is that Eddie has to sleep in the hotel room.” Steve is about to interrupt with one of the million questions racing through his mind, but Chrissy holds up a hand and continues. “I know, it’s infantilizing, but it was our agreement since his relapse. It’s just so I can keep an eye on him and be there for him if he needs. Didn’t you wonder why we shared a suite?”

Steve in fact had wondered this, but just chalked it up to another celebrity quirk. 

“He didn’t text me last night, and I knew he was seeing you and I wasn’t sure if–.”

“If it had gone well?” Steve supplies.

“Well, yeah, exactly. I tracked his location here. You’re sure he’s okay?” 

“Oh, I’m more than okay, Chrissy babe. Steve took good care of me, if you know what I mean.” Both Chrissy and Steve jump and turn to face Eddie, who had somehow snuck out of the bedroom and is standing in the hall, wrapped in the duvet. 

“Ew, gross,” Chrissy admonishes, before running toward him and grabbing him in a fierce hug. Steve gives them some privacy and goes to make coffee. When Chrissy and Eddie join him in the kitchen, they both look like they’ve been crying, but they’re smiling, and Eddie comes and wraps his arms around Steve’s waist. 

“So,” Chrissy starts. “You two, huh.”

Steve just looks down at Eddie, who is smiling into Steve’s chest. “As long as he’ll have me.”

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Epilogue 

Eddie is probably wearing a hole in Steve’s living room carpet with how long he’s been pacing back and forth. Well, technically it’s his carpet too, seeing as he lives there, so he has every right to destroy it with nervous energy. He’d moved in about a month ago, with no hesitation after Steve had asked him (on Valentine’s Day, of course, the absolute sap). Steve had waffled, wondering whether Eddie might want a nicer place, something more fitting for his lifestyle and career, but Eddie had spent years chasing luxury and now he just wanted a home. And this vibrant apartment in the middle of the desert had become his, thanks to the dorky, delightful, and delicious man he lives with.

Except Eddie is about to face the final judgment on whether he can keep it. Them. Both the home and the man. Because Max is coming to visit for spring break, and Eddie cannot fuck this up; his forever happiness depends on a 15-year-old girl’s approval. No sweat.

Steve had gone to get her from the airport, where she’d flown in with Nancy (who would be spending a kid-free week at the hotel in what she jokingly told Eddie was her annual “mom tax”). Eddie had wanted to come, had been about to get in the car, but Steve had gently reminded him that he’s a world-famous rockstar and would probably attract too much attention at the airport. Which, fair, but now he’s here, alone, waiting and pacing. 

He hears keys jingle in the door and runs to sit down on the couch. Crosses his legs then uncrosses them. Tries to lean back casually. Is so caught up in the awkwardness of his own body that he doesn’t hear Max come into the room until she’s right in front of him.

“So you’re my dad’s new boyfriend.” She’s looking at him with absolutely no expression. Eddie tries to smile reassuringly and then he’s stumbling over his words.

“Yes, hi, Max, it’s great to meet you, I’ve heard so much about you from your dad, and your mom actually, and from Robin, and really everyone and…” he trails off. Max just stares. “Oh, I’m Eddie, by the way,” he sticks one hand out and then cringes, because do teenagers shake hands? 

Max just reaches out and pats his head. “I know.” And then she’s turning over her shoulder and shouting toward the kitchen, “Dad, I’m hungry, did you buy lucky charms?”

Eddie has a brief moment in which he lets himself believe he’s off the hook before Max is giving him a death glare that startles him so badly he nearly jumps back on the couch. “If you hurt him, I will kill you. And I could get away with it too. I know how to hide a body.”

Eddie’s jaw drops. Is he really getting a shovel talk from a 15-year-old girl? He recovers enough to say, “I won’t. I promise.”

Max assesses this answer briefly before she nods. “Cool.” And walks away.

“Okay, cool,” Eddie repeats under his breath. He stays there a long moment, slowing his heart rate, before getting up to join his family in the kitchen. Because damn, lucky charms really do sound good right now.

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[dorizardthewizard]

Galactik Football season 3 rewatch, eps 19 - 21

Episode 19:

Hush Sharky: I should've picked Mark, nothing exciting will ever happen following Thran!

Is that meta

Well this romance between Mark and Nina-8 is progressing quickly huh

Nina-8 says it's hard for her to trust others hmmmm

And there we have it, an explanation for Ahito's sleepiness – he stores the Breath within himself, which can wear him out. Pretty cool, although it does bring up some questions. Does his dad do that too, since he has the same problem? How did that excess get released before he started playing Galactik Football? Why is he just doing better now I don't think we ever actually covered that in season 2

OK imagine you're chilling having a normal conversation and your friend just does a backflip out of nowhere. I would definitely be reacting like D'jok hahah

Thran: I'm coming with you Clamp! Clamp: No, it's too dangerous!

Thran: But the writers said it's MY turn to have a fun adventure with the pirates!

Thran really said, if the writers aren't gonna give me any interesting sideplots, I'll do it myself! RESPECT.

Artegor (completely deadpan): I am excited. It doesn't show?

HE'S JUST LIKE ME FR FR

Ahito covering for Thran is so cute, of course Thran would let his brother know

Why ARE the Paradisia girls referred to by their numbers?

Huh, this data link thing that the Paradisia players do is pretty cool

This hack for the space port entry code is pretty dumb but it's fine I'll just insert some star trek technobabble here in my mind. Aaaaand done, GO THRAN! And yaaaay Thran the Pirates fan gets approval from the man himself

A rare corner kick!

I don't know anything about football but this goalkeeper goal seems kind of bullshit to me. Like was that necessary?

NOOOOO WARREN :( Barry calling it an end of an era, I guess it's not just the Snow Kids who get that press treatment after losing a match. But the Lightnings haven't been to the finals in three seasons and Warren is probably getting older :(

Team Paradisia slayed though

Awww poor Nina-8 :( Hmm what plan is Nikki-4 talking about, I don't remember much after the Paradisia tournament. I do like the conflict between the two, they may be twins but Nina-8 has a much softer personality than Nikki-4. And with her not being on the team until D'jok left, I wonder if she was already trying to distance herself from them a bit and try to live her own life. Which is pretty symbolic for an identical twin.

Well Mark's love drama has more potential than the love triangles they were doing until now, if only they'd given it more screentime and development

Hush Sharky is kind of underreacting for a journalist who just found out a galaxy-class footballer and his coach are in cahoots with the leader of the pirates

Again, the budget of this show might be low, but they actually have quite a lot of locations and the background art is always really good.

Sonny taking his mask off on Paradisia because he saw some plants sfjkdfssf that was unnecessary, he's so extra! And they're lucky the weather conditions are still perfectly fine for humans.

Episode 20:

I guess Mice Delight is delicious to robots only haha

D'jok Mei and Micro-Ice being besties ahhhh I love it

Mice is playing a delicate game? Since he lied to Zo-leen so he could hide he's going to meet Yuki, what are they implying there?

Oooo 3-2 to the Xenons! The Rykers really gave them a run for their money!

STEVENS INTERVIEW! STEVENS IS GONNA TALK EVERYONE SHUT UP!!

OH THEY FUCKED UP HIS DUB VOICE. NEVER MIND.

But seriously Callie should get a raise for finding them LOL, nice little animation touch of him looking around the whole time he's talking to her. Sir you would be harder to spot if you weren't wearing your football kit. It's ok, yeah I know the animators don't have the budget. Hang in there, buddy

Stevens top scorer in the cup!! It might seem strange with him not having a flux, but it seems reasonable to me considering the Pirate's style of play. They always score at least one goal in their games, and he's pretty much always the one who does it. For other teams, the goal scoring is a bit more shared between different players. Plus it's still early in the cup.

KING. I LOVE THIS INTERACTION. Stevens keeping it real even before the Technoids showed up, I'll say we've had some good Pirates moments this season

Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmm are they suggesting Micro-Ice is two-timing between Zo-Leen and Yuki? Uuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhh.................

And since when was Zo-Leen all over Micro-Ice again anyway? She seemed just friendly during the Paradisia tournament

Why is this friendship between Harvey and Lord Phoenix actually kind of cute?

Awwww the Snow Kids are the best Yuki fanclub

These seats at Genesis stadium aren't actually seats, it's more like an amphitheater and they're not very comfortable. No back rest!

I love Stevens's goals, obviously he can't just use the flux to smash it so his style is more technical

ASHDFJSDF in this season you can hear the Pirates celebrating (and also grunting while running?) and it's so silly, they just gave them stereotypical gruff pirate voices

Games between other teams are funny because there will be like. Exactly one new animation in the whole game. Literally everything else is stock footage

This soundtrack slaps by the way

The Pirates goalkeeper's signature head shake lol

Sorry guys I love Yuki I really do but you know who I'm rooting for

The Elektra's flux confuses me, it looks solid enough for them to ride on it?

This season is really just dunking on Barry whenever they can huh, Artegor's laugh and trying to pass it off as nerves SDJFKDFS I LOVE HIM THANK YOU VOICE ACTOR FOR NOT LEAVING

Oooo that water skating trick does look really cool! I like that since season 1, we've seen more creative fluxes

Well as much as I love the Pirates I'm happy for the Elektras, and Yuki! She's come so far from her nervous self in season 2 and I'm so proud of her

TIA SECOND TOP SCORER YESSS!!! I would go back to check if the number of goals is actually correct but I cba

If I had a nickel for every time a romantic breakup has happened this season at the taxi stop with one of the parties telling the other to forget about them, I would have 2 nickels. Which isn't a lot but it's weird that it happened twice.

AND NOW MICE IS HAPPY JUST BECAUSE ZO-LEEN KISSED HIM?? YUKI ALREADY KISSED YOU IN SEASON 2! YOU JUST FORGOT ABOUT HER NOW? YOU DIDN'T EVEN CARE FOR ZO-LEEN This love plot with Mice is so stupid I can't even be bothered to comment on it anymore.

Episode 21:

D'jok seems to be perfectly back to normal and on friendly terms with the others as if nothing happened. Compare to season 2 where Rocket's Netherball stint had consequences and his return was not so smooth!

Ahito you couldn't think of a better excuse for Thran leaving? 😂 I do feel like we could have had a better reason in the story for Thran ending up with the Pirates, it IS a bit weird that he says he has to go on a mission with them but he doesn't actually have a reason to, and this is before the SEMI-FINAL. That's a bit too important to be sneaking off because... you just want to?

I need this screenshot in good quality

I love that Bennett being the hacker guy is a thing that's consistent throughout the season

Lord Phoenix somehow grabbed literally all of them at once sijfsdkdk except Harvey. Fuck robot rights I guess

Warren coaching time! I love how he's always willing to lend a helping hand for these things, whether it's giving D'jok a talk about what's important in season 1, trying to get Rocket out of Netherball in season 2 or helping with training here. What a guy, truly Mr. Galactik Football

Huh, that's an interesting little way to use the Lightning's flux. It's like static electricity keeping them together

sfdkjdsf I would do this too. Actually I do do this to my short friends. I'm also short but they're shorter so I gotta take my wins when I can

Micro-Ice and Tia duo! I love them I wish we saw more of them as a fun pair, they would get up to such hijinks together. Sibling vibes!

Emo Mark hours

Well, you tried Mice. Maybe try to get him to open up about his problem instead of just trying to cheer him up?

Clamp: No, that's not it, it's- Sonny: What is it, Clamp? Say something!

Clamp: BITCH I WAS ABOUT TO BEFORE YOU INTERRUPTED ME

Nice one Brim Simbra, I like that we got to see him actually doing something lol

This dilemma about Adim and Aarch's relationship due to her being league president was never mentioned before, why did they never consider this? Should've built that up earlier instead of that random Artegor plot

Lord Phoenix: Paradisia was such a beautiful planet

Idk man it doesn't look THAT bad right now, the UK looks like that every day

I can't show the video because I used my 1 video per post limit for Stevens talking but there's this super fucking weird segment where Nork says the Elektras-Paradisia match will be the first all female semi-final ever, and Barry dreamily says this is a "fantasy" GFC? And Nork is like "you said it! Team Paradisia...." in this dreamy way again and Callie has to cough and change the subject? Hey what the fuck was that???? This season tried to be more blatant with the girl power messaging but then puts in moments like this?????

YAAAAAAY XENONS TIME

Wait Thran is in this teamup shot? Did he already get back?

Oh I really love this interaction between D'jok and Luur before kickoff – no intimidation dance from the Xenons, just a meaningful handshake between a guy who almost plummeted to his death last season, and the player that saved him. Idk if the writers were intentional with this but if so, it's a really nice example of subtle writing and events of the previous season carrying over.

Wait yeah the Pirates aren't back yet! In which case, Aarch is pretty chill for a coach who is missing a player for A SEMI-FINAL MATCH. Eh I guess at this point he's just given up with these kids

Oh damn Brim Simbra actually died, I like that they went through with that so the explosion on Paradisia had consequences. Could have also opened up some interesting avenues with the new flux society leader in season 4 – maybe he'd want to do things differently?

But it's also kind of hilarious that Brim Simbra's very last action as flux society leader... was to delegate the galaxy saving to Sonny Blackbones yet again LOL