#Oh and I hate Aja too

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“The Pillar Men Go To A Nail Salon In Rome Italy” A JJBA FANFIC

This fanfic is based on a wild conversation I had with my sibling. Enjoy!

Night was falling over Rome, and Kars reclined, watching Wamuu pace back and forth in their hideout (an abandoned and boarded up inn).

Esidisi glanced at Kars with a look of exasperation. “We should go out tonight. I’m sick of staring at walls, and Wammu hates being stuck in these boring accommodations.”

Kars sighed, furrowing his brow and choosing not to respond.

“We need to find the current equivalent that humans have to a fresh water spring or well. Women often gather there to exchange gossip and information, and the only way we will find the Red Stone Of Aja is by listening to such exchanges.” Esidisi continued.

Kars sat up, glancing around the shadowy room. He preferred minimal encounters with humans, but Esidisi had a point. There was so much to be learned and the Stone Of Aja was priceless in their quest to evolve. “Humans use things called newspapers to advertise these places of meeting.” Kars explained. “They’re called nail salons. I suppose our objective would be to find a popular one that’s active at night.” He frowned, getting up from his seat and donning a black coat he had gotten on one of his few outing since awakening beneath the colosseum.

“Finally!” Wamuu said, walking towards the door.

“Wait!” Kars exclaimed. You’ll need to wear more than a loin cloth and jewelry. We need to blend in. Otherwise we won’t get accurate information and will be too obvious in our pursuit.” He rummaged through an old wardrobe in the corner of the room. “I found these clothes. They should fit you and Esidisi well enough.”

Wamuu scowled. “You’re telling me women will share their secrets if we wear these?” He looked skeptical. “Do humans not value the male physique at all in this age?”

Kars stifled a cough. “—It’s not that… just cooperate, will you? I promise things will work out better if we dress accordingly.”

“Listen to him Wamuu. Kars knows best,” Esidisi added, obediently putting on the shirt pants and coats that Kars had provided. Wamuu hesitated, but after a moment he followed suit.

“Let’s go.” Kars said, gesturing for the door once the other two were fully dressed. They walked down dim the streets to the well lit Antonia’s Nail Salon a few blocks away. Kars had memorized its location based on his outings to scope out a good hiding place.

The bell on the door jingled as Kars opened it, letting his two comrades inside first, then stepping into the stylishly furnished room where a few women were getting their nails done by other ladies.

“Welcome…. Gentleman!” The manager said, unsuccessfully attempting to mask his surprise at the three monumentally built men entering his business.

“We don’t have an appointment but we heard great things about you from the… newspaper.” Kars addressed the man, taking off his hat and revealing locks of lusciously long dark hair.

The managers eyes widened at the sight of the tall handsome and imposing figure of Kars. One of his female employees stepped up to the front desk to welcome their unusual but intriguing new clients.

She seemed happy to take over the conversation upon seeing Kars and Wamuu. “How can I help you lovely men? Can I interest you each in a manicure? No appointment needed!” She said cheerfully, blushing a bit when Wamuu took off his coat revealing well defined muscles.

“What’s the longest—“ Esidisi began. Kars coughed, elbowing him in the side. “—uhhhh… Best treatment you offer?”

“Oh? The deluxe manicure and pedicure package comes at a generous discount for walk in appointments!” The woman explained, leaning against the counter and twirling her hair.

“We’d love that!” Wamuu said enthusiastically. The woman places her hand gently on Wamuu and Kars wrists, leading them to their seats and nodding for Esidisi to follow. “My name is Clara.” She said eagerly.

Kars gritted his teeth: trying his best not to activate the blades in his arms where the woman’s fingers rested. He wasn’t used to this kind of contact. Noticing his tense demeanor, Clara released his arm and gestured for him to recline in a leather upholstered chair like each of his companions had already.

Another woman brought out some warm water for them to soak their feet in, while Clara grabbed a tray full of color choices for the men to select their polish color.

"Dark blue should be suitable." Kars selected, eyeing the gems and crystal flowers they had on the tray next to the polishes.

"I see you've taken interest in our gem toppers? We have them in every color of the rainbow." Clara announced with pride.

Kars contemplated what would go best with the Red Stone of Aja. "I'd like the red diamond shaped crystals on my nails, once you apply the dark blue of course." He stated. Kars relaxed a bit, though he was unsure if it was the warm water of the foot bath or the way the woman knelt before him to apply the nail polish that put him at ease. These mortal women weren't so.... bad. Clara whispered something to one of her coworkers with the name tag of Anastasia, who then giggled and blushed.

"Heard anything interesting lately?" Wamuu asked, glancing at Anastasia. Esidisi was too out of it to pipe up, apparently he found the nail buffing he was getting much too relaxing.

"We're just happy to have such considerate and gentlemanly clients!" Clara said. "Anastasia fell for one of our frequent customers last year.... I think his name was Ceasar or something. But he left her for some other woman named..... oh, what was it."

"Started with a J!" another salon employee called over their shoulder.

"Josephine. Thats it!" Clara responded. Anastasia turned red with embarrassment, avoiding eye contact and focusing on painting Wamuu's nails.

"He left you?" Wamuu gasped, looking shocked. "He must be blind." He added, laying on the charm. Wamuu's popular warrior past was coming in handy.

"You should cut off his dick and sacrifice it to the sun gods..." Esidisi muttered, somewhat tuning into the conversation.

Anastasia laughed nervously. Kars flashed Esidisi a pointed look. Wamuu laughed, noticing Kars intense expression. "Relax, Kars. He was only joking."

Esidisi opened his mouth to protest that he (in fact) was not joking at all. But upon realizing his audience, he closed his mouth without speaking.

Clara had taken it upon herself to apply the gems to Kars freshly painted nails as she chatted on about the latest and greatest gossip in Rome. The red diamond shaped crystals glistened in the artificial light of the salon as Kars examined the nail job. Pleased, he nodded thanks to Clara, before noticing Anastasia was most definitely checking him out. He realized they might have gone to the wrong place for the kind of information they needed. They were getting the who's slept with who news and not a single word about artifacts and ancient precious gems. Despite this, his companions seemed to be enjoying themselves, so perhaps this was worth it. Kars sighed, getting up from his chair and paying for the salon at the front desk once his nails had dried. He stepped out into the night air, staring at the full moons pale glow. He felt a tap on his shoulder. Turning around quickly, he extended the knives from his arms. holding the blades threateningly up against the small frame of Anastasia, who trembled in fear. Realizing his mistake, he re-sheathed the blades in his arms, exhaling in the cold nigh air.

"I.....I....." Anastasia burst into tears, falling on her knees her legs shook so much. In between sobs, she pulled a piece of paper out from her sleeve, closing her eyes and bashfully holding it out towards Kars.

Kars frowned, taking it and putting it in his coat pocket as he watched Anastasia run back inside the salon.

When he was certain he was alone, he pulled the slip of paper out, reading it carefully. It had an address. Some secluded island near Venice Italy. And a surprisingly artistic sketch of the Red Stone Of Aja. And underneath it was a short note. "Call me....I enjoyed our time together."

Kars sighed, running his fingers through his hair. Maybe he didn't fully understand human women. They always seemed to surprise him in the most random ways. How in the world did this Anastasia know what he was after?

Esidisi and Wamuu joined Kars outside, donning their coats again and admiring their nails. Wamuu had his painted red, and Esidisi had opted for metallic gold.

As they walked back to their hideout, Wamuu made a disappointed comment about not getting any info on the Red Stone of Aja.

"Our outing wasn't completely fruitless," Kars responded, smirking. "It seems our charms may hav e earned us a clue to the stone's current location." He explained.

"Oh?" Esidisi asked, looking intrigued.

"Our dear Anastasia is either a mind reader or she knows what we are after, she provided an address on this paper."

"LET ME SEEEEEEEE." Wamuu said, enthusiastically. He read the address out loud, then chuckled. "Kars, when will you realize your potential with women? They may be mortals but they aren't so idiotic that they cant recognize attractive men like us!"

Kars crossed his arms, frowning. But he knew Wamuu was right.

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LET'S BURN aka Morning Star thoughts

YOU KNOW HOW WE DO

SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT lets GOOoOooooOooooooOOO

Trigg was a gay icon "Stay close. Nut to butts here, dont be shy."

RAGNARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

I cried UGLY TEARS on my drive home from work. The only time I cried during the book. Ragnar talking about how he will build him a house next to his but don't come to the Veil too quickly because it will take him a while to build it. Telling his sister to live for more. Smiling even at the end.

PB, why bro. You have damaged me by doing the following.

1.) Killing Pax (THE ENDING DONT TOUCH ME, WELL GET TO IT)

2.) Killing Pax's archetype replacement

You make me like Pax, you take him away. You make me LOVE Ragnar and you take him away. Ragnar UNDERSTOOD, he understood the Rising and what it all meant more than most and you TOOK HIM AWAYYYYYYY. *Slams fist on table*

Ok ok ok ok also small side note when they crashed and encountered Cassius and Aja (i love to hate this bitch) and Mustang has her bow drawn on Cassius and is like

I WILL PUT YOU DOWN

and in my brain I'm like "nah she wouldn't"

and then she FIRES the shot into Cassius' neck

((the plot armor on this man is actually crazy))

And I had this amazing moment when listening to the audiobook that I got goosies...I imagined the snow around her and her hair blowing around her face and DETERMINATION in her eyes as she fires the shot

I was so PROUD of her

I was like

Sevro and Darrow's fight was awesome. Sweet, even. Talking about how he can see the protectiveness in Darrow's eyes when he was looking at the refugees on Tinos. His head on Darrow's knee. Talking about Eo & Sevro talking about how all he wanted was to cause wrath in the wake of his father's murder. He questions his leadership abilities and doesn't want it. I understand because he was the one that was still looking for Darrow. Saved him from torment and torture. He came back different, broken and defeated. Sad. ANGRY. Then how quickly leadership fell back to Darrow when he was the one that worked during that year that the Rising wavered when everyone thought The Reaper had been killed.

OH OH OH

one of my favorite parts of this book was The Reaper's speech. Because he wasn't Darrow, he was REAPER. He's also dramatic as fuck and I love him. He was standing up there in front of Refugees and I got GOOOOOOSIIESSS bitch when the people were like, reaching out to touch him, I was like THIS SHIT IS CRAZY. He has no branding and he's like

"I STAND BEFORE YOU A MAN UNBOUND" and people are gasping in shit cause he's like the first person in hundreds of years to bear no sigils of color.

"I speak now to Golds, to the Aureate who rule. I have walked your halls, broken your schools, eaten at your tables and suffered your gallows. You tried to kill me. You could not. I know your power. I know your pride. And I have seen how you will fall. For 700 years you have ruled over the dominion of man, and this is all you have given us. It is not enough."

I could see why people wanted to follow him. That speech was fucking EPIC.

Other thoughts. Romulus us gunna be a problem. I also think Lysander is going to have a big role. Idk what but my spidey sense is tingling. After all that trauma he was just TOTALLY OK to talk to the Ash Lord and help get the plan moving...?

Pls dont tell this little boi is about to be Jackal 2.0

OMFG THE JACKAL

BOIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII this man is inSANE!

Nuclear warfare because he wasn't getting his way??? Wanting Darrow to kill himself LIVE? DARROWS HAND GETTIGN CHOPPED OFF

BRO I THOUGHT CASSIUS BETRAYED THEM I WAS SO FCKING PISSED. I was like YO CASSIUS IT IS ON FUCKING SITE THE NEXT TIME WE SEE YOU BRO COUNT ON IT COUNT YOUR DAYS

Then I was like oh ok nevermind

All because of that little fucking holocube, the GOAT of GOATS. Showing Cassius' family being disposed of.

I have a few GOATs of this book.

(secret GOAT is Sophocles. i want to give him a jellybean)

1.) Mustang. Firing that arrow and in the discussion with Romulus she was KEY.

2.) The defiant Pink that opened the bay on the Moonbreaker. Shaking but defiant, angry at her overlords. Amazing moment.

3.) Victra. Her moment when she saw Darrow having to make a hard decision and blowing the stuff on Ganymede to cripple Romulus and The Rim. "Share some of the load, darling. This is on me." What a fucking GOAT.

4.) Sevro. CRUCIAL to taking Aja down. That shit was 3 v 1 and they would NOT have won without him. Him low to the ground moving like an animal smirking like "YOURE GUNNA DIEEE TODAY BITCH" im like

Because Aja was such a THREAT bro. I was so NERVOUS someone was going to die and they almost did!

OH OH OH (im so sorry i was up all night until like 9am finishing the audiobook so Im kind of delirious) Darrow rushing Octavia on LIVE TV and going like *shink shink shink shink shink shink shink* in her stomach with his teeth bared and I'm like YAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS BITCCHHHHHH

Finally, I was oddly, ODDLY uderstanding of why Mustand kept baby Pax a secret. For a split second I was like "WOAH WAIT WTF-" But then I was like ".....Yeah, no that makes sense." She understood what Darrow wanted but wasn't sure if the Rising would be like the genecide of Golds, her people. So she wasn't sure she couldt rust him. I get it. Nodding in understanding. Valid. She wanted to see if he was capable of BUILDING. She knows he can destroy. But can he follow up the revolution by actually building a better future.

Now she knows he can, and he has a BABBBBYYYY

I do know there is a massive time jump in the next book and multiple POVs. I'm nervous but ready.

*Random side side note

Sevro and Victra came out of nowhere for me and was something I didn't get at all

*side side side note

The Telemanus' are also GOATs

Kavax and Daxo are babies

*side side side side note, one of my other favorite moments was before they drilled with their clawdrills intot he Moonbreaker and Darrow says

"Drills hot. Helmets up. LET'S BURN." GOOOOSSSIESS

audiobook narrator performance was FANTASTIC

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Ex-Boyfriend Childe // Angst-Fluff

                                              🦊       ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───      🐳

Synopsis/TLDR: You meet your ex Ajax- CHILDE, and surprise!! He misses you :( and wants you back. 

Tag/s: Regret, Reader is gender-neutral, One-shot,  Bad-writing, English is not my first language, Reader is referred to as ‘you’, Reader misses him too and kinda awk, bad writing + Childe is ooc here lol, not proofread

Posting this one as it was dwelling in the drafts. Reader is called ‘’YOU

Credit/s:  @saradika (DIVIDER/S), GIF posted by @raidenei, emojicombo.com for sparkle text divider,  quillbot for helping with my english :), notesapp for helping me. Inspired by a character Ai interaction.

You two were lovers for a long time, but after facing some problematic behavior  you had finally decided to break up with Childe, and he still misses you oh so much. On one of your travels, you manage to spot him again, and he seems to notice you, walking in your direction with his characteristic smug smile.

"Well, hello there, my beloved comrade! It's been a long time since I last saw you."

Seeing him approach you, your shoulders square up and tense up.

"Hi there, Tartaglia."

 The way you say his name is so unfamiliar to him; endearments or his real name is what you usually called him before the breakup. Childe raises an eyebrow, his smile still on his face, almost as if he didn't get that it was sarcasm, and he could feel his heart beating fast. Just as he tries to act normal, his thoughts run at the speed of light. It's so hard for him to accept that his ex-girlfriend hates him so much now, and he never realized he was messing up everything.

You express a characteristic subtle smile as I tuck in a lose strand of hair.  Childe cant help but notice how you still kept it styled it in the same charming yet disheveled way you used too when we were still together. 

"I’m doing... somewhat okay,"

 you confess, trying your best to sound composed and well-oriented. Trying your absolute best to not reveal the mess that you so clearly are and haven't really changed

 "Are you sure, Малыш ?" 

He lets out the last word, with a small pause between ‘Малыш’, and his tone of voice is a mix of sarcasm and a hint of genuine care for you. The way he looks at you, he seems to still have those feelings for you, but his dignity stops him from begging for forgiveness or begging you to date him again.

 Your eyes widen at the ever so familiar term of endearment, from a past that almost feels like a distant memory. You purse your lips tightly, feeling a bit pressured as a hurricane of emotions stirs in my stomach.

"Hah, I haven't heard that in a while."

 You let out a breathy chuckle, meeting his yearning gaze with a look of longing for just a moment. Looking away quickly as even as pleasing as it is it felt almost wrong to see such a desperate, pained expression on his face.

 He stops for a moment, looking at your expression, and takes a deep breath.

"Listen, I don't know if you still have any feelings for me, but if you do, please. Give me one last chance to show you I can change, that I can be better, and that I can make you feel loved again. I promise you."

His voice sounded both desperate and resolute, resolute to have one last try with the one he still loves.

“So please--”

"How can I be sure that my heart won't be broken into pieces again? I broke things off for a reason, Aja-.. Childe?"

  Whoops. Almost said his real name as you expressed your own reasonable distrust towards his confession.

Childe is the name of the man you wanted to leave, the man who kept you unaware of his real job and whom you was foolish enough to love and still love as he is apart of him. Ajax, the man you yearn for even after leaving him. His subtle, gentle touches and somewhat annoying personality as a lover kept you engaged and happy. The real problem was whether he was even himself when he was with you. As lying is the only constant trait shared between the two personalities you had named.

 "I swear." He looks at you in the eyes with a resolute expression; he wants to make you believe in his word. "I promise I will not mess this up again. I will be more honest, and I will do my best to make you feel loved again."

He puts one of his hands on top of your hands, a warm smile on his face, but there's something in his eyes. He looks a bit... afraid. He is afraid to mess up again, but he knows he has to prove himself to you to have you back.

 At the touch of his hand against your own, you cant help yourself as your body noticeably and instinctively relaxes. A soft blush appears on your cheeks as you hear his words, listening keenly.

"Why do you even want to get back together again?" Looking up into his ocean blue eyes, mindless and yet deep in a way it carries many memories of us together. Your voice pleads out for answers, in near desperation as your own eyes widens and doe's in the oh so familiar way that makes him melt.

 "Because I'm an absolute stubborn brash idiot, " he says softly and with a smile, his eyes full of affection for you, his whole body relaxed, a soft smile on his face. "And you are the only one who knows how to handle me , the only one that can make me happy." His eyes were shiny, with almost a tear in the corner of his eye. He still had that fear of messing up again, even if he was trying his best to calm you and convince you that you could trust in him again.

 Your body tenses, and your grip tightens as you almost pull away from his touch.

"That reason is so fickle; there's no depth to it." I bluntly admit in response that my eyes express a look of worry, as if I had my heart broken again. I wished for more layers rather than a simple "I love you'.

I had loved him to the moon and back. Even when I drowned in his ocean eyes, I never questioned it for so long. I had spent hours awake in the wee hours of the night, worried and anxious for his arrival. I had poured my heart and soul out, but I could not see the same resolve that I so wished to see within him.

 "Then what should I say?" He looked at you, looking like a kid that had been punished, with a sad expression on his face. "What more do I need to tell you so we can try one last time? Because I could say anything and I would do anything just to be with you, just to make you happy again." The sad expression, the sorrow on his face—it's all genuine; he was showing his true emotions, desperate to make his ex-girlfriend accept trying it one last time.

 I've always had to help him clearly express his emotions; it was once a benefit when we were together, but when it came to it, I was the only one who truly understood what he was feeling. I want to chuckle to remind him of the similarities in behavior he still has, but alas, it just comes out as a sad smile.

I lightly grasped his larger, roughened hands in my dainty, smaller ones; the size difference always made him melt.

"Tell me all, what your life has been like without me. Then I shall decide."

I respond; my request is serious yet gentle. I'm asking him to confess and admit his worries. It'll reveal to me the truth—the truth that I long for and seek after.

 "Without you, I felt like I missed something. I missed coming home and having someone I could hug or kiss. I miss everything we used to do together. Not only that, but without you, I feel empty. It's like nothing has meaning or color anymore. It's like everything is gray without the colors. It's like every emotion, every joy, every happiness, it's just gone." His voice sounded a bit hoarse; he was trying to control the tears. His emotions were sincere.

 He looks at you and takes a deep breath. "Without you, I feel like I'm just going without a real purpose." Every morning I stay longer in bed because I'm not excited to start my day, and I just spend most of the day wondering how and if I can go on. I can feel your absence in my life.” “Not only that, I miss our small talks and moments together, or the more personal moments. I miss them all." He seems to blush a bit. "And every day without you feels like an eternity."

 "Please, my love, I can't go on without you; you are my life, you are my reason to live, and you are the only one that makes my days worth it. I cannot imagine my life without you; you are the most important person to me, and I would do anything to keep you by my side, just to see and touch you again." He starts to cry; it wasn't fake tears or just acting; his sobs come from deep within his heart; he cried out of a raw desperation.

 Seeing him cry makes my heart ache and melt, and as if it were instinct, You hug him tightly. Letting his face reach, touch, and smell your hair . You’re arms wrap around his waist to hold him close, and his head lies on his chest as you hug him close to comfort him and even myself.

 He closes his eyes. His whole body starts to tremble as his heart and mind are overcome with emotions. "You are the most precious thing I've ever had in my life." Please accept to give me another chance. I promise I'll do anything, I'll be better, and I'll make you so happy. And I promise I'll never make you cry or feel sad again." A few tears fall from his face; some get lost in his hair. His breathing starts to get heavy as he seems to be on the verge of a panic attack.

 You gaze up at him, your chin resting on his chest, looking at his expression. Once you hear and feel his quickened pace of breath and heartbeat through his chest,  you don't even hesitate as your hand makes its way to his face, wiping away the tears ever so gently.

you’re expression is soft and sympathetic as  you caress his face and tuck away any of his ginger hair that's askew. You can't help but look in somewhat awe at his beautiful collection of freckles adorning his cheeks and nose, the same pattern  you kissed to no end. His eyelashes were long, and now they were dewy from the tears. Complimented by the light blush adorning his cheeks. Even in tears,  you can't believe such a man as enchanting exists.

Your body straightens, and as your feet raise to the tip of my toes, you take a deep breath and kiss him.

  Childe’s body tenses in surprise at your sudden attempt to kiss him; his eyes are wide open but his lips are closed; his heart beats at full speed; and his breathing gets heavier. His eyes close automatically, and he kisses you back, with a deep passion and desire in his kiss. His arms wrap around you, his hands gently grasping your waist, pulling you closer to him as he kisses you back. He seems to show his whole love and affection in those few seconds of intense romantic passion.

[mislamicpearl]

3Below and Wizards in Retrospect

You know, even though the Tales of Arcadia fandom generally considers 3Below the weakest out of the three series, after watching it again I gotta say, that's giving it too much discredit! In regards to pacing, humor, and atmosphere, it's got a lot more in common with Trollhunters than Wizards did, and even if it might've been a bit more on the sillier side for some people it still had the same amount of heart as Trollhunters as well - the same way I came to love the Trollhunters as a team and family unit, so did I come to love Aja, Krel, Varvatos, Stuart, and even Mother and the robot parents. Aja and Krel especially are such a precious pair of siblings, I love how they bicker and argue over silly things but always look out for one another.

The only thing I could say I didn't like about the show was Colonel Kubritz. My gosh what a stupid annoying hypocritical b*tch! None of her actions made sense and I just wanted her to die every time she was onscreen. Easily my most hated villain in the whole franchise.

As for Wizards, I was right with people in thinking the show was too fast-paced when I first watched it, and I do still wish that it'd been given more episodes. But now it's just 'cause I would have really liked to sit with the show for a bit longer! After seeing it again, I'm honestly incredibly impressed with how much they packed into it without sacrificing any of the great characterization, development, and world-building that I've come to expect from this franchise. While it is technically fast, it didn't feel like it - there was never a point where I thought "oh wait, we're doing this now?" and that might be due to me already having seen the show (though I did forget a lot of the details), but even with that I think the episodes flowed very nicely into each other. Characters were given slower moments to express themselves and their fears, and each next step of the plot was made clear and had a logic behind it. So I think the difference between a show being short and fast rather than being fast-paced is that you always know where you are with the characters and plot.

Now unlike 3Below, which could be viewed without having seen Trollhunters, Wizards doesn't have light filler episodes (which contrary to most people's complaints about them are sometimes essential in a plot-driven show), or a self-contained story, and doesn't really stand well on its own like either of its predecessors - but it didn't really need to. It's a long movie-sequel to Trollhunters focusing on a different area of the story, specifically its history and magic.

And that's cool! Sure I would have liked a third self-contained story about Douxie and new wizard characters (I know the Zoe character was originally supposed to be a deuteragonist alongside him and I do wish we could've seen more of her and tech wizardry), but the show still did a good job making him a likable protagonist, as well as give us a few new characters to love like Deya and Lancelot. The only thing I would nitpick about the show is that I'm not too big on how much of a shift there was with Morgana, who was the big final boss in Trollhunters but is now shown to be on the good side. Like, at least it could've been mentioned before that she used to be an advocate for magical creatures before she fell into dark magic.

But with that all said, my original point is just that this franchise is great. Trollhunters is still unequivocally the best but 3Below and Wizards are also really really good follow-ups. Here's hoping the movie proves to be just as good or even better!

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Tennant (Reverse: 1999)

(request from : @dvivian )

( note : I'm sorry if there's a mistake about Tennant's personality or character in here, i was doing a research but i found out in a lot of her edits she kinds of flirty, i also found an edit where she said her thought about dress, she certainly didn't hate it but kind respect it even tho she doesn't wear one, so if something is wrong you can easily correct me by commenting about my mistake :D i also take some of her dialogue in game for this (⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠) )

you're just a normal human, the difference is that you're attracted to a fictional characters, you certainly didn't know why, but you just like it and didn't really bothered by that fact.

you're always see the ad of a game called "Reverse: 1999" and since you're curious about it you decided to play the game, but before that you also see some people commenting about the game story being boring and just skipping all the story because it's not their liking. but you just ignored it and downloaded the game, you prefer to see and experience it by yourself instead of judging it before playing it, tbh you also like the game art style.

you're laying on your bed waiting for them game to be done downloading..

once you start playing it you pay attention to the story, and along with that you also fell in love with one character, Tennant.

you just like her, her personality, her way of talking, her fashion style.

you always search an edit or a fanfic about her, you only found a few of it but you kinda wish that there's more of it.

today, is like other day. you're laying on your bed while playing Reverse: 1999, suddenly without a warning all the lights in your house shut down. you're a bit shocked and quickly put your phone down, and try to get up to get out from your room, but before you can do that you felt someone pulling you wrist before you could see who is that, the person suddenly said

"oh.. why are you trying to run away from me my dear? i thought you liked me?"

you knew that voice.

you totally recognize that voice.

you suddenly turn around and see the person.

it's true. it's her. the game character that you liked.

but.. how did she get here..? is this even possible? how?

you're to busy with your thoughts and forgot about her, you're back to reality when she suddenly said

"shush, my dear, let us enjoy this moment. this beautiful, short, enchanted moment"

that made you wonder.. how did she recognized you?

is this even real or you're just hallucinating right now?

you quickly pinch your cheek and it hurts.

"ouch, that must be hurt"

she said, looking at your cheek that has a pinching mark.

she caress your face and leaning close to your ears and say

"would i have the honor to invite you for dinner the next time we met? no, not in the game. but in here, your world. it'll be my pleasure to do so"

she looked at you, your face is red. like super red. she chuckle before taking your hand and kissing the back of your hand.

"i mustn't stay here for too long, make sure to answer my dinner invitation. I'll be waiting for your answer, my dear"

and with that, the lights is on again. you're sitting on your bed dumbfounded. thinking that your imagination is too real to be true.

until you hear a notification sound and grab your phone to see it

it's a notification from the game which says

"we had a good, beautiful, short time. but surely you wouldn't ignore my dinner invitation right my dear?"

oh. you're sure you can faint right now if it wasn't because another notification from your classmate that says

"hey, you're done with your homework? can i copy it if you're already done?"

(now, it's up for you to decide. is it a hallucinations that looks so real, or is it really happening?)

(sorry if it's too short, i really wanted to make it longer but since i didn't found any information about her personality and i even try to download the game but my storage says no lol, kalau butuh versi indo nya bilang aja, nanti ku translate terus ku upload yang versi indo :D)

[jemstarearrings]

S01E09: The World Hunger Shindig

The World Hunger Shindig is the first episode of the series that breaks the continuity and starts being episodic. Naturally that makes it perfect for one of the dull “Charity Good!” episodes where the moral of the story pretty much boils down to “If you’re a Good Person™ and Do Charity™ just like JEM AND THE HOLOGRAMS™, you are Good!™ The MISFITS™ are Bad™ because they DON’T Do Charity!™

I know it’s a product of its time, kind of like how cartoons in the 90s had episodes about recycling, but that doesn’t make it any less boring.

The plot is pretty common for a Jem episode; the Holograms are doing a charity concert, the Misfits want to take their place for The Wrong Reason™, so Eric hires Zipper to bump the Holograms off. This doesn’t work, the Holograms end up succeeding anyway, and the Misfits gain nothing. Oh, and there’s a Beatles reference:

Forget about “Paul Is Dead,” we’ve got “Kimber is Pink!”

The most intriguing part of this episode, to me, was the reveal from Pizzazz that she knew Sean Harrison before he was famous.

This actually lends a little more depth to Pizzazz’s hate-boner for the Holograms. If they turned my old flame into a wuss who didn’t even want to hear my music, I’d be pretty bitter about it too. 

Speaking of men having personality shifts, I just want to mention that Rio is a piece of shit in this episode as usual.

Backstage at the Shindig when Kimber's trying to get help, Rio sits there and pouts about how none of the other Holograms have talked to him, especially not Jerrica, "MY GIRLFRIEND!!"

Except when Jerrica spent time with him at the welcome party at the ranch, and when Jerrica wanted him to come with them to ride horses and he decided he’d go set up a stage for ten hours (of course after seeming bummed Jem wasn’t there, only Jerrica, his girlfriend.)

The absolute gaslighting gall of this man. He’s literally the only one who’s kept himself from the girls aside from the ONE time they can’t answer a phone call because they just got hit by a goddamn car and knocked out of a hayride. For all the “good” messages this show tries to send with having the characters be literal white saviors, there are just as many bad ones where Jerrica stays with Rio despite the 500 red flags he puts out every hour

(Aja and Shana can be Asian and black saviors respectively, but that doesn’t change how cringe it is for this candy-colored pop band to fly over a barren African savannah in a thresher and magically grow tons of food for the poor Africans.)

Aside from my nitpicking, this episode really doesn’t have any massive glaring flaws. There are some great uses of holograms (especially when Synergy announces them at the concert just in the nick of time,) but the two “We Are The World”-type songs and the really common plot just don’t do it for me. The cool Misfits song in the middle even has a gross sound effect over top of it, so I’m giving this one a C. Totally average.

Pizzazz's reckless driving earns her a year in jail and $2,500 in fines, BUT, this case is interesting. This is the first time in the series when there's more than one person in the car during a bout of reckless driving, and we all know what that means:

So Pizzazz, Roxy, Stormer, AND Sean Harrison are all charged! This leads to a total of 4 years in jail and $10,000 in fines.

Meanwhile, Eric conspired twice with Zipper to abduct and falsely imprison the Holograms AND to commit charity fraud. Doing the math, this earns the two together about $500,000 in fines and about 3 years in jail.

Grand Total: $510,000 in fines and 7 years in jail! On the bright side, maybe Sean Harrison will get some of his grittier personality back while behind bars? :P

[dbssh]

🥕🍑🍏🥬🥔 for aja and one other of your choice!

🥕 [CARROT] How tough is your OC against certain situations? How weak are they against others?

aja is great in a physical situation, anything that just takes some elbow grease or a little bit of mindfulness, but she lacks social tact. she's great with kasey when shes young and most problems can generally be approached with "take some deep breaths and we can talk it out" and "lets go outside for a bit and youll feel better" but when they move to the city and she starts having like. high school girl social problems and insecurity and friend drama and stuff. aja really stops knowing how to help and tends to get pretty overwhelmed with it.

ironically for how poorly they get along, victor is pretty similar. hes an incredible problem solver and good with hands-on stuff but lacks social tact or regard for what other people think of him, and tends to be pretty prone to insensitivity and shoving his foot in his mouth. (still, kasey tends to turn to him for advice. sometimes its just easier to talk to someone who isnt your parent, and he has more relevant experience to a lot of her insecurities and stuff anyways.)

🍑 [PEACH] How do they show their kindness? How kind are they truly?

aja - answered!

victor- he only really honestly expresses himself to most people through his work. he tends to be a pretty aloof, crass guy who seems to not like anyone very much, but will dedicate massive amounts of time to Doing a task for them. for example despite generally being an emotionally distant parent he is very dedicated to the design and upkeep of ajas robot arm and is constantly working on it.

🍏 [GREEN APPLE] How do they differ from the norm and how are they punished for it?

aja -

victor -

🥬 [LEAFY GREEN] How mundane are they? Do they like it that way?

aja - she is like if a cool normal (in a "was emo in high school and never all the way grew out of it" way) 35-40 year old woman spent every minute of her life mentally reciting the i dont fit in jughead monologue. fr i dont think she realizes that she is mostly very normal because she is too busy internalizing complexes about how shes a freak and everybody hates her.

victor - admittedly he is a freak. and hes okay with that. at some point youve been alive so long past yr lifespan you just couldnt be normal even if u tried. i think he likes putting the mad in mad scientist even if he occassionally entertains the idea of a boring normal domestic fantasy

🥔 [POTATO] What do they have that others see as a flaw, but they don't care about?

aja - contradictory gender situationn i guess. OH no wait she has this habit of just leaving situations without telling anybody when shes decided shes had enough.

victor - no sense of physical boundaries. tends to be touchy in the interest of professional curiosity. (esp. with aja he does the Parent Thing where hes like i literally have seen you naked im your dad stop acting like its a big deal. now let me ask you invasive medical questions)

[theuniverseawakens347]

Lee so hell bent and desperate to get a diagnosis SHES using me to diagnosis bitches who look like me n Daniel’s ex and friends to talk shit about me and then got Paula king faking a psychiatrists… Taylor senior … her house apartment up the street around the way from Paula Mitchell lee likes to keep the stalking slaves close to me n Tristan stuff - a sneak attack breaking in but lee you lame as fuck that unit is getting remodeled or did and is green…. On Ventura buy or pass the target by paul Mitchell… Kimora Jay sleeping in her car over there… thanks Lee get the info as I write this you stupid fucking bitch ass piece of a mother but you sooo fucking concerned w other moms STOP BEING A FUCKING KAREN EVEN THE HOUSE NIGGER HATES YOU IN FUCKING FULL… PAULA YOU TWO - TAYLOR SR WHY SHE PAYING UR RENT N PIMPING YOU MEN TO DATE .- “ she a female Tristan and I hate pops for Malik” … okay what Daniel got to do with this how you get his sperm for babies - DANIEL I DID UR HAIR AT SCHOOL YOU SEEN UGLY AS PERSONAILTY DAE DRESSING LIKE A WOMAN. Mhmm “ do you mind that” no he’s a friend* - faked it like the rest of weird easy money slave stalking cunt ass bitches. .. Paula Barton how you know Kimora Jay and Alissa morris from CSUN DAISY FLORES FULLERTON … grad w honors STUPID FUCKING LAW DEGREE FOR TINA OSHINUGA AND AJA MILES ANTHROPOLOGY N MORGAN SIMON UCLA GOT KICKED OUT OR LEFT CAUSE HE LOST HIS TRACK SCHOLARSHIP SO LEE ASKED HIM TO MURDER ME 2021 to get him back to school - MIACH AND HIM UPS DRIVING … HOW I STEAL PACKAGES W YOU - THE NIGHT MORGAN SAID HED COMMITT SUIDE TO MIACH AND MICAH CALLED ME TO COME OVER 1 am NICE RENTED G WAGON TRUCK JEEP … DONS BY THE PARK LABREA ACROSS KENNETH HAN… WHO HAD A SHOOTING !? MATEO WHY IS MORGAN A LIAR … OH HE SHOT SOMEONE THAT NIGHT AND DIDNT TELL ME SHIT WAS IT AFTER IMLEFT N SAID “ you calling MIACH out for doing weirdo shit but you faking a sliced to see if he cares about you you gotta be toxic too” and left AINT seen or heard from em since - THANKS AUG 17th 2021 - NOW SETTING ME UP FOR UR FUCKING MURDER CHARGES CAUSE YOU COWS BRAINS DUMBASS LAW KIDS LADERA VIEW PARK N HATE AJA BUT USED MY NAME THANKS TO MORGAN AND MATEO AND MICAH ( innocent) - Ian king … kj smith… Andrew Johnson when did you become a police office like Julian Jackson a fire fighter .. - yes Willie you can fight for me black Israeliten… Trenton graham look just like Jeff miles …. Miles printing down Crenshaw shut down when - clarity Basel hassoldt Torrance

[eternalsunshineletter]

Day 6 : Single and Happy

Tmi : Hari ini adalah hari ciuman sedunia 👍 terimakasih untuk tema yang sangat sesuai ini yaa 😌

Oke, sebelum kita mulai. Kalian kalo baca ini sambil dengerin lagu yang aku tautin ngga? Please kalian harus sambil dengerin biar ngga cringey bacanya 😭 soalnya aku nulis sambil dengerin lagunya biar vibenya dapet wkwk 😂 soalnya pas aku baca ulang tanpa lagu aku suka cringey sendiri dan pengin aku hapus aja postingan ini 😭.

As a single im pretty sure iam the happy one. I've been single my whole life (ini single tuh maksudnya ngga pernah ada status "pacaran" kan ya?) and been in relationship a couple times (ini maksudnya pernah deket sama orang yaa, kayaknya orang sih wkwk). I dont know why its always didn't work. Kalo ada yang suka aku, aku ngga suka balik. Kalo akunya yang suka mereka ngga suka balik/ribet/gajelas/plinplan/udah punya pacar/gebetannya banyak/pindah ke luar kota/alasan2 ngga masuk akal lainnya. Dulu suka mempertanyakan sih, salahnya dimana yaa? Apa aku yang ribet ya? Apa emang sesusah itu buat stay sama aku? Pokoknya pernah ada masa dimana it makes my self-esteem low 😂 tapi lama-lama jadi mikir kayaknya emang ngga jodoh ajaa (tetep overthinking tapi).

Banyak yang bilang juga "standarmu jangan ketinggian makanya" (motor supra kali ah) atau "coba aja dulu sama dia, siapa tau ditengah jalan sayang" atau "kenapa sih dikasih yang baik ngga mau tapi kalo sama yang ngga beres bucin lama banget". Ya maap bang, aku juga ngga tau kenapa 😭. Its always "mungkin bukan jodoh aja" everytime it didn't work 👍 wkwk. Aku juga pernah berusaha nanggepin orang yang mencoba deket tapi kalo akunya ngga tertarik jujur susah banget 😭 it drained my energy. Sebenernya tiap deket sama cowo terus ngga jadi (kalo karena ngga cocok) aku bisa baik-baik aja. Bahkan ada yang masih kontakan kadang, pokoknya no hard feeling tapi buat yang GHOSTING terus tiba-tiba jadi stranger pas ketemu atau TUKANG BOHONG atau JADIIN AKU SECOND CHOICE semoga harimu senin teruuuuuuusssss! 🖕 (maaf). Selain nyakitin aku, kamu juga ngerepotin bestieku tau ngga 😑 dan bikin mbanking aku jebol 😑 minimal kalo mau nyakitin sekalian bayarin healingnya 🙏 aku ngga terbiasa move on pake orang lain soalnya 😌.

I suffer alone, and move on alone. Lesson learned, but still overthink everytime im in relationship. It affect me. Aku ngga tau apakah ini karena relationship sebelumnya yang bikin trust issue atau sikap orang selanjutnya yang mentrigger tapi i always feel anxiety everytime a guy try to be with me 😂. Its always "oh this guy are the same" or "this guy gonna leave me after a month" or "he lie to me and gon' ghost me after the third date". Hhhhhhhhh all these overthinking and still choose the wrong decision 👍😭. But once again, emang bukan jodoh jadi yaudah (walaupun harus ngalamin 5 stages of grief berkali-kali and its not easy 🤡).

So i stayed single. Am i happy? Pasti dong 😊. I have a lot of friends who always take care of me. I do feel lonely sometimes but its the part of human experience too. Ngga ada manusia di muka bumi ini yang ngga merasa kesepian. Bahkan orang yang ada di dalam sebuah hubungan pun pernah merasa kesepian. So its valid and oke to feel lonely 😊. Mungkin orang mikirnya aku kesepian karena ngga punya tempat cerita atau ngga ada yang kasih afeksi. Padahal aku bisa dapetin itu semua dari temen-temenku atau keluargaku. Kalo ibarat perasaan manusia adalah jar yang perlu diisi, jar afeksi dari pasangan emang kosong tapi jar-jar kebahagiaan lainnya selalu penuh. Toh ngga ada manusia yang semua jarnya penuh sempurna hehe.

Aku naive soal pasangan. I want an easy love. Aku ngga mau hubungan yang complicated. Aku mau semuanya jelas dari awal. Jelas dia mau sama aku, jelas dia suka sama aku, jelas dia effort buat aku. Aku ngga mau lagi menebak-nebak "dia beneran ngga sih?" Atau "dia suka sama aku atau penasaran?" Atau "dia mau sama aku aja atau ada yang lain juga?". I hate that kind of feeling haha. Terserah orang mau bilang itu naive, mustahil, atau bodoh. Orang-orang yang bilang "ngga ada cowo kaya gitu" pasti ngga pernah liat hubungan yang sehat. Aku pernah liat tuh. Teman-teman laki-lakiku, teman perempuanku, dan beberapa orang terdekatku bisa tuh ketemu orang yang jelas dari awal 😊. Emang sih yang toxic juga banyak tapi itu kan berarti tetap ada walaupun jarang atau susah hehe.

Aku ngga bisa deket sama cowo dan merasa casual aja. "Yaudah santai aja dulu, jangan keburu baper". Ngga bisa. If i fall in love, i fall hard. Thats make me easyly get hurt, thats why i set the boundaries. Ngga usah tanya kenapa, aku juga ngga tau 👍. Kalo kata temen-temenku "hasss angel" wkwkwk yaudah maap bang 👍😭. I want to be his "sanctuary". I want him to feel safe and always in peace everytime with me. And i want him to be my "sanctuary" too.

So, yes. Iam single and perfectly happy too ❤😊. Ngga apa-apa sedikit lebih lama dari orang-orang atau harus melewati banyak patah hati dulu. Dear jodohku, aku masih seneng-seneng juga kok sama temen-temenku, kamu juga puas-puasin mainnya. Isi dulu jar-jar kebahagiaan kamu yang lain. Nanti kalo udah sama-sama penuh baru kita ketemu 👍. Jangan kelamaan juga tapi atau aku ngambek sebulan! Wkwkwk aku udah bikin wishlist date jadi ngga usah bingung lagi besok 🌸.

For everyone out there yang juga masih single, its okey gaes. Single has nothing to do with your value. Punya pasangan atau engga, kamu tetap manusia yang utuh dan bernilai kok. Dont ever feel like no one love you cause iam. I love you 🦋

And special thanks for all of my best friend yang selalu mengabulkan wishlistku yang super banyak dan temenin aku selama ini. Terimakasih afeksinya, waktunya, dan cintanya (jiaaah). Terimakasih sudah mengisi jar-jar kebahagiaanku ❤. Pokoknya aku doain kalian semua masuk surgaaa wkwk 😘

Udah ah, kepanjangan wkwk. Byeee gaesss see you tomorrow 👋

[recklxssabandon]

Image of Tomorrow//Minami & Aja

@ajathings

“A night venture, then.” Aja proudly wore curiosity on her face. “Be sure to make an impression. I’d hate to give up a good night’s sleep for nothing. I do have a flight tomorrow, you know.”

Aja turned the knob and stepped into the doorway before spinning on her heel  and greeting Minami with a smile. “See you in awhile. And congratulations again. It’s well deserved.” With that, she was gone. She wore her smile all the way to her rideshare, and to her hotel room.

There were many reasons to smile. Minami was good. Very good. Beginning with her and her work cast the curation in a good light. And also...there was just...her. Mischief clung to the very edge of her aura, waiting for just the right bad influence.

Aja volunteered.

A glass of wine followed a hot shower, waiting on the table nearby as Aja brought the last of her work to a close. There was only one last thing for her to do. Her watch read 8 PM.

As Aja took a breath, she dialed a number and reached for New York. It rang this time, rather than simply defaulting to the voice mail box...although she ended up there all the same.

Beep.

“Hey girlie!” Aja put on bright and sunny tone. “Just wanted to call and wish you good morning. I hope you’re doing well, and that the writing is going smoothly. I hope to hear what you have by the time I get back!”

For a moment, there was a pause that Aja couldn’t fill. Her smile dropped slightly. “And again...I’m sorry for...me. If you ever wanna talk about it just let me know, ok? Just don’t give up, ok? Not everyone’s a hot mess. Just do me a favor; keep your mind on what you love to do. Leave the bottle alone.”

The hypocrisy from Aja’s lips struck her ears like a bat, and her smile faded entirely. “And don’t forget: I’m only a phone call away, ok? Love you...”

The line went dead, and for a moment, Aja did nothing. She stared through the hotel window, counting her sins, measuring the worthlessness that was her friendship.

Perhaps if we just stayed friends, none of this would have happened.

Aja found solace at the bottom of the glass, and the buzz propelled her to get dressed. Gone was the pantsuit of the professional, traded for the maroon dress with silky sheen. She freed her curls from the hair tie and let them fall around her shoulders.

Aja was gone from the room by nine, looking for a distraction in the form of a neon sign.

“You have gone off the rails!” 

Ru laughed at Minami as she paced back and forth in her living room, recounting the entire interview with manic, frantic detail. The excitement of the whole thing sparking off of her. She bundled her hands into fists and she gave a yelp of joy.

“The Met Ru! The Met!” She slumped down on the sofa next to her friend making the whole thing jolt slightly.

Ru laughed and pulled a dorayaki out of its plastic packaging, shoving it playfully in Minami’s mouth before getting one for herself.

“Honestly? I never doubted your work, but...” Ru narrowed her eyes, and Minami could feel the familar sensation of her friend’s x-ray vision. She gave a sigh of exasperation.

“Oh, don’t!

Ru shrugged, “you get like this...I’ve seen it before.”

“Like what?” If someone could eat a pancake recalcitrantly, Minami was doing it.

“You get way too involved, way too quickly! This woman is going to be in a cab to the airport come tomorrow and I can already see it on your face’- She raised an admonishing finger “-dont you lie to me, what do you feel about that?”

A far away look which coiled into a smile of aboslute mischief went across Minami’s face.

“I think she could reverse that cab over me and I’d like it...”

Ru rolled her eyes. “You’re hopeless. Totally hopeless. Where are you taking her then?”

“Violet.”

Ru looked surprised. “Oh, fancy...Is Wave performing tonight?”

Minami nodded, springing to her feet. The excitement was like a field that sprung outward from her body.

“She is.” Minami glanced down at the red gown, twirling a little. “I think I’m going to need something a little more...fitting.”

-

Night rolled in over Shinjuku, and Minami strolled down a particlar side street next to some industrial looking buildings. She was early, so as not to leave her guest alone in this quiet, strange part of town. Violet was a deliberately obcure place; you’d only know it’s existence by the neon of the door - and even that only appeared after dark.

Her faux black fur coat was bundled over a dress which was considerably more sleek than her afternoon attire. When the Curator appeared she beamed at the other woman; a streak of maroon silk shimmering in the night light.

“Aja.” She uttered. “I know it doesnt look like much, but that’s the idea...”

She reached up and gave a particular coded knock on the illuminated door. It opened, and a young man dressed in black gave them both a nod and stepped aside to allow them entry to a long corridor bathed in purple light.

The entryway extended at least thirty metres before opening into a renovated warehouse space. The edges of the room were shrouded in gloom, the tiny pale lamps which illuminated the half dozen tables dotted the space like stars.

In the centre of them was a circular stage that at first glance might have appeared to be made of black marble, but was in fact a shallow pool of dark water. The four other guests glanced up momentarily as the two other women entered.

“I thought it best to show you something unique.” Minami’s voice dropped low, her dark eyes glittering in the low light. “Could I get you something to drink?” 

[quartergremlin]

ALSO I GET SMR UHL. I WOULD BE WORRIED ABOUT THE CAR AROUND THOSE KIDS TOO. you step out for two seconds and they get into a fistfight.

several rants v

also its really interesting seeing the difference between how the teachers treat jim (known flake, starts fights, antagonistic towards stickler, misses or is absent during class all the time) and aja and krel (illegal immigrants who are fleeing from war in their country, excel in class, get along well with most others).

like, obviously, Jim's sudden behavior change should be very concerning, but it's not like he didn't start out with support. he had a very close relationship with Strickler! Mr. S had it handled (from an outside perspective). But even if he wasn't a changeling, he wouldn't have been able to help. Jim would have pushed him away like he did his mother. Isolated himself to the few people who knew what was going on with him. and it's hard to help someone who pushes you away, even without the limits of just. being a teacher. teachers being antagonistic towards him, makes sense. even if it's not mature.

then you put that next to aja and krel, who absolutely are dealing with stuff on the side that no one at school can really help with (until the end). they're mostly well-behaved, and their problems at school are coming from very human sources. Lack of papers. Racist parents and administrators. Cultural misunderstandings.

claire and notemrique's relationship has me in a chokehold? like earlier in the season he came to see her as his own sister,, he very clearly cared for her. and obviously she. Hates him now. he doesn't really owe her anything. he can do whatever and she cant do shit 'cept ve mad about it and keep up appearances. But they keep getting closer despite this!!

the "annoying little brother" attituide turned up to 1000 kills me actually....

he wouldn't have any other family if not her..... taken from the trolls,,, used as a disposable pawn,,,,

why do they have a doorbell on their back porch. who's ever needed that.

why did he make her ringtone "i am gun rovot"........... they're such nerds.............. nvm that's just his general ringtone. still stands, I think.

Mary STOP

shampooed the floor? none of them can lie.

"he's not my boyfriend" sure jan. as soon as you asked him to the dance you tried to suck face!

Also I feel represented. Welcome to the "we know we're interested in each other but we're not dating/kind of together" club.

oh thats disgusting jim why,,

i love barbara more than ever. she is not taking any of this well.

Strickler pinning it all on jim and then leaving. 🤭

Jim at his mom: its going to be okay 🥺

jim at strickland with the same wound: you idiot. cant you drive while dying? 🙄

THEYRE CARRING BARBARA BUT MAKING STRICKLAND WALK AROUND WITH HIS LIFE-ENDING INJURY HAHAHAHAHAHAAHAH. Limping around at the back of the group like the world's ugliest stray,, PUTTING HIM IN A CAGE. GUYS THATS WONT HELP OH MY GOD

RULE THREE FUCK YEAH!!!!!!!!

Not the "erasing her memory so he can betray/avoid a promise and take away her agency to take the easy way out" play

Aw rip the year of Eli.

Oh they are so cute I cant,,

Strickland fucking called it.

no jim dont be a toxic man,,

guess whos watching trollhunters again.

[childofaura]

I finally got to watch the Trollhunters movie...

And it was the worst thing I’ve ever seen. Waited to watch it so I could watch it with my friend, and good thing too because boy, we were screaming.

Spoilers under the cut, with my criticisms:

So the only pros I could really say we had:

1. Strickler and Nomura were back.

2. The animation was pretty cool.

And that’s it. That’s pretty much the only thing I can think of that was positive about this film.

Nnnnow, we’ve got the criticisms:

1. Nomura and Strickler’s deaths. Holy hello, can you say “cheap-shot deaths”? Also you’d have thought that Nomura would have died earlier given that they were at the top of the Titan with no cover. Couldn’t they make armor, or something? Either way my queen didn’t deserve that death.

2. Needless conflict for Jim feeling like he’s not fit to be the Trollhunter anymore; literally everyone felt like they couldn’t stop the incantation unless Jim’s amulet was working?

3. Steve was reduced to the shallowest character I could imagine. Also... the pregnancy thing? Really? Were they trying to top off Jimmy Neutron in most awkward alien pregnancy? And I guarantee that joke wouldn’t fly if the genders were reversed, but apparently teen pregnancy’s a funny joke when it’s a guy :/ (inb4 people say “it’s just a joke”: Yes I know. But like I said, reverse the genders and I know people would throw a shitfit).

4. The cat-dragon (I can’t be bothered to remember his name, I’m sorry) did not even feel like a sacrifice. You’re telling me the Chinese trolls can’t just make another horngazel? Speaking of which, the horngazel just... breaks? No rhyme or reason to it, a thing that has never had durability issues breaks so we can have story-driven conflict.

5. Everything about Tobes’ death. This series has spent so much time minimizing Tobey being Jim’s friend in favor of giving Jim more screen time with Claire, so much that it feels like they saw Tobey as enough of a lesser character that it was safer to kill him off. His death felt more insulting than honorable.

6. The whole plot in general just felt... underwhelming. You give the sorcerers (I refuse to call them gods, they couldn’t do jack shit unless they have something to boost their powers) these crazy time-traveling relics, something that could... I dunno... be used to pull back villains from the past (Bullar, Gunmar, Zeron Brotherhood, Morando, King Arthur, etc), liven up the antagonist cast a bit, and all it’s really used for is making big Titans that through a really crappy plot twist can destroy the world.

7. People will hate me for this, and it’s fine, I don’t care: Everything involving Claire. This is all my subjective opinion so if you don’t feel this way, that’s totally okay, but: Claire is the most shallow two-dimensional female character in the show whose only drive is just Jim. And it just gets worse through the series. She’s supposed to be the “wahmen empowerment” character that female viewers are supposed to connect with, but I’ve only ever hated her. The movie (And the series in general but let’s focus on the movie) makes her unbelievably powerful when plot demands it, useless when it’s needed, and motivated by absolutely no one else but Jim. Literally nothing can hinder her or make her suffer consequences; Make a giant portal despite being “spent”? Oh she just faints for like five minutes and she’s awake and perfectly fine just in time for the plot. Going to the Chinese Troll Market without bringing a weapon? That’s okay, she can just disarm a guard and use a weapon literally physically impossible for her to wield due to the weight difference, and something she’s never had training with.

Let me just say we were absolutely cheated to have not gotten Book Claire. We could have had a Scottish descendant of a warrior race who actually has standards, but instead we get someone unworthy shoe-horned into the role who was made more important than she really should have been.

8. That whole ending, like... what? The point of the amulet is that it’s supposed to have chosen the one it thought was the most worthy. I get that in the fake time-travel episode of Season 2, if Jim hadn’t accepted it, it would have gone to someone else, but there’s no way it would have just automatically switched to Tobey. And what is that supposed to mean, now? Isn’t that just gonna fuck up Jim’s relationships with everyone? Blinky won’t be his mentor and therefore won’t become the surrogate father figure, Strickler won’t go through his trials with Jim because he’s not the one he has eyes on as a target and therefore won’t bond, Draal will no longer be Jim’s brother-in-arms... did they get a greenlight to make a what-if season or is this the end, and it’s supposed to be left up to our interpretation? And how is THAT supposed to save Tobey?

9. Also an added note: Naari’s death had no impact. You killed a character whose build-up to the main cast was all done off-screen between seasons. Did I like Naari? I did, she was cute and well-designed and I liked that she was so fond of Douxie. Did I feel sad when she died? Not really. Also, what the hell was with the inconsistencies of the Titans and the sorcerers? They didn’t explain if they could only be felled by each other or not, you’d think the bombs would have hurt the ice guy when they exploded, but the golem just re-creates itself again; but suddenly Naari stabs him and THAT hurts?

This whole thing was a mess. My other friend was right, I can see why this movie made people mad.

[meruz]

I’m replying to asks because I don’t want to answer e-mais

this is tough... I have a hard time looking at my art objectively so I’m not sure which inking styles resemble mine. Like so much of it is not just in the sensibility and light/shadow choices but also in the... hand. How light or heavy of a touch etc. There’s definitely artists I’ve looked at when trying to figure out techniques and I can list a couple of those!

Chris Samnee

Tonci Zonjic

John Paul Leon

Matias Bergara

Jamie Hernandez

Huge fan of also: Alex Toth, Stuart Immonen, David Aja, Leo Romero, Sara Pichelli, Pepe Larraz, Kikuo Johnson, Bill Sienkiewicz, Paul Pope, Eduardo Risso, Daniel Warren Johnson, Lee Weeks, Chris Bachalo, and Frank Quitely. Oh and I’m pretty sure it’s multimedia but I’m obsessed with Alvaro Martinez Bueno’s work in Nice House On The Lake

Ok I think that’s all I’ve got off the top of my head.

He was just feeling in the moment LOL!! it’s ok klefki can float

@the-east-hunter​ Honestly? I want to. I’m kind of trying to get into printing more zines/booklets because I kinda draw too much to be selling prints.. I can never fit them all on my display and no one even wants big prints anyways like so many ppl at cons tell me they don’t have space on their walls or whatever. Also I hate shipping merch, i dont like drawing chibis for charms/stickers and theres no good way to mail posters... it’s easier to ship books at least domestically through media mail. BUT formatting books is kind of tedious I have a hard time even arranging my art into photosets yet alone books. I make more fanart than original art but I need to make a LOT of fanart for a specific fandom before a book feels worth it and idk how I feel about making a multifandom book. And printing them is tough. I don’t like using online printing services but I’ve been moving too often to have a local printer I go to for books.. ANYWAYS im just musing to myself but all this to say: yes, I want to but I don’t think it’s gonna happen anytime soon. In physical form at least. Please check out my itch.io for digital pdfs though

I think Jamie is funny. Love to see him. If I had his powers I would make pokemon real I don’t care about the consequences. YOLO, I guess.

These are just rly nice ;-; made my day. Thank YOUU ALL!!!!!!!!!!!! <3

[artificialqueens]

📬 We've Met in the Strangest of Circumstances (Adore/Katya) - Grinder

AN: Been a long time since I contributed to a fic challenge. I agreed to this when I was drunk and in need of my favourite rare pair. Seriously, we need more Adore (RPDR S6) / Katya (RPDR S7) Instead of going for letters or chatrooms, I thought how bizarre it would be for two people to find eachother on Pictochat for the OG Nintendo DS. Anyone else remember the good old days?

Also, a huge thank you to thecollectionsof of AO3 for beta'ing this one shot! I've taken on your advice, not just for this fic but my upcoming series (which I have no idea when it'll finally be posted lol), but I really appreciate all the help!

Major trigger warning: Mentions of online predators

Adore slammed the front door as soon as she got in. She wouldn’t cry. She wouldn’t cry. It wasn’t allowed when you were seventeen. You just had to take whatever was thrown at you, take it in your stride, hold your head high…

Adore was a tough bitch but she was sensitive.

With her back pressed against the door, Adore stared at the floor, her bottom lip quivering.

Her mother, Bianca, poked her head out of the kitchen. “Why are you crying now?”

And this was all it took for Adore to start shouting. “I fucking hate Aja! I fucking. Hate. Her!”

Bianca rolled her eyes, making her way back into the kitchen, resuming work on spaghetti carbonara. “Girl, she was your best friend last week.” 

Adore appeared in the doorway, eyes glistening with tears and she huffily crossed her arms over her chest. “Well, I fucking mean it this time! I don’t get what the fuck her problem is. I’m not trying to get with her fucking man! Fuck, she’s one of the only people who know I like girls, Jesus Christ! So why the fuck does she think I’m trying to steal some guy from her?”

With her back to Adore, Bianca rolled her eyes, having no idea what the fuck any of this was about. She was just trying to listen to Absolute 80s and have a good time. From all the information just fired her way, all she could say was, “Language.”

“No, Mom! I’ve had it! I’m done with the bitch! I’m not fucking sitting with her on Monday!” Adore knew she sounded like a brat, but it made her feel better to vent out all these feelings.

“Adore, with all due respect, if you don’t sit with her then who will you sit with?” Bianca finally stopped chopping onions, turning to face her daughter with questioning hands. “I’m not saying it to be mean, but Aja’s the leader of your group. Think about it.”

“I don’t care, I don’t need any of those bitches.” Adore shrugged, pretending to give zero fucks, when in reality, she knew her Mom was right. The rest of the girls were loyal to Aja—Kim, Naomi, Farrah. 

All of them were so far up her ass.

"God, I can't wait for next week, when she's the greatest thing that's ever happened to you." Bianca spoke quietly, but not quietly enough. She knew, she just knew that Adore wasn't happy with that remark, just from how silent the moody teen was now. 

Bianca looked over her shoulder, trying to hold back her laughter as Adore stared daggers at her. She couldn't help it, not when she knew what it was like to be a teenager too.

She remembered all the arguments, all the bitchy fights she had with her own friend group, all the anxiety she felt knowing they could turn on each other within a second. Not like they ever needed a reason.

If teen girls wanted drama, they'd start it. 

"Okay, look, honey. I think it's about time you listened to me." Bianca stood with a hand on her hip. "I think it's about high time you realise that these bitches aren't going to be your friends forever. As soon as your school years end, oh, it's over."

Adore still wasn't amused.

"Don't give me that stanking upper lip. I'm only telling you the truth." Bianca shrugged.

"Well, what am I supposed to do with that information?" Adore huffed, going to the fridge to grab a bottle of water. And for the tiniest second, she debated slamming the door on her head repeatedly. Of course, Bianca wouldn't stop her. Fuck, she'd probably help out.

"With this information, I think you should go and find yourself a new friend. You know? Someone who shares my line of thinking preferably."

“Oh, cool, wow. And how am I going to do that, Mom?” Adore shut the door with her hip.

“You got a mouth, one that I must say you love to fuckin’ run. Use it,” Bianca smirked, scraping the onions into the frying pan.

“Yeah, but shit has changed since you were my age. You can’t just… go up to people and start talking to them. That’s weird.”

"Yeah," Bianca rolled her eyes, "to people like Aja. You need someone who will jump at the opportunity to make friends. Like, maybe the school loner."

"Mom, you're really not helping."

"Well," Bianca turned away from the sizzling onions, "You know what, Adore? I don't know what the fuck to tell you, and quite frankly, I'm tired of listening to you. Now, can I continue making dinner?"

"Whatever," Adore scoffed, leaving the room with her water bottle.

When she put her foot on the first step, Bianca called out to her once more. “It’s the weekend. Go do something fun for you and no one else.”

“You’re giving ‘Live, Laugh, Love’ vibes,” Adore whined further as she stormed up to her room.

When she closed the door behind her, she pressed her forehead to it. 

Chill out, Adore. Chill the fuck out. She knew her Mom was only trying to help. And fuck, she was right. Even when her older sister left school, her friends stopped coming around. Valentina stopped even trying with them when she finally realised school friendships were bullshit. And look at her now, studying in Chicago with a swarm of new friends.

That was all fine and dandy. Adore was happy with that. But it was only March. How could she ditch her friends when there was still so much schooling to do?

There was no way she would meet someone else, not now in her final year. In fact, if she were to drop her friend group this late into everything, then there was no hope of her making new friends. It would be the talk of the school: why was one of the popular girls no longer part of the popular clique?

Adore kicked her door before moving away from it, she heard Bianca shouting from downstairs for her to calm the fuck down and chose to ignore.

How would she quell this anger? What would be her distraction?

She looked around her bedroom—the emerald green walls, the floating bookshelves, the art case laying half opened beside her desk, the collection of records tucked in between the desk and wardrobe. 

She wasn’t feeling any of the activities that she now had plenty of time to pursue. She needed something to get all of this anger out, like beating the shit out of someone.

“Oh, shit.” Adore rushed to the bedroom door again. In the hall, she leaned over the bannister. “Mom! Do you know where my PlayStation 4 is?” When the words left her mouth, she realised how young at heart she still was. 

Bianca still cleaned her room for her. Maybe it was time to change that.

“You wanna play video games?”

“Yes! I wanna play Grand Theft Auto. Why?”

“Haha! Loser!” Her mother called from the kitchen.

Fuck you. Adore thought, wishing she could shout it right back at her mother. She stormed back to her room.

The only place that she could think Bianca would have put it was under her bed, so she got down on all fours and started her search.

There wasn’t a spec of dust—Bianca had obviously cleaned under there while she was still at school. But past all the boxes and containers, there was no sign of the PlayStation. Adore huffed, “Jesus Christ,” realising this really wasn’t her day. “Mom! I’m gonna take up smoking!”

She faintly heard her mother call back from the kitchen, “Good for you!”

Adore groaned as she pulled one of the boxes out, she knew she’d have to check inside, it was the only place that made sense to her of where the PS4 would be.

As soon as she opened it, she found that the console wasn’t in there either. Damn. She debated on whether or not she had sold or something in the last year. Surely not. She had it for less than a year.

Before she closed the box, something caught her eye.

Her very first Nintendo DS. Fuck, she hadn’t played that in years. More than 5, she was positive. She took the powder blue device into her hands, and holy fuck it was like a brick. In the port was The Sims 2. She never did defeat that robot, maybe now was the perfect time?

Adore didn’t need her friends when she had the townies of Strangetown.

She turned it on. And as if her day couldn’t get any worse, the game wasn’t reading. 

So she tried again. And… nothing.

She took the game out and blew moist air into the port, reloaded and tried again.

Nothing.

“Why. Why, God? Why do you hate me?” Adore whispered to herself.

After 5 minutes of trying again and again, and having to Google how to fix a game, Adore was done.

She knew she wasn’t supposed to, but she threw the game across the room before trying again. Of course, violence never solved anything, so that didn’t work.

Staring at the cursed home screen, she just wished The Sims 2 didn’t hate her. And that’s when her eyes landed on something else.

Pictochat.

Guilty memories flooded back to Adore, all those times she used the platform for shit that no child should have used it for. She remembered the last time she was on Pictochat, just 11 years old and drawing things she shouldn’t have even known of back then. 

She tried to tell herself not to feel bad—boys did it, she knew they did. And being a gay little 11 year old, she felt just as cool doing it too.

And now that she was 17, she still felt guilty, but at the same time…

10 minutes later, Adore was laid in bed, Pictochat open as she drew pictures in that small text box with her stylus. So many pictures of boobs. At first, it was for a laugh, finding her inner immature child absolutely hilarious. But now she was drawing all different sorts of boobs - small ones, big ones, two different sized ones.

And it wasn’t because she was being a horny teenager. She just liked drawing bodies. They were beautiful to her.

And everytime she finished a drawing, she’d hit send, just to keep a collection of them. Each time she tapped the ‘send button’, the sound that emitted from the DS’s speakers gave her goosebumps, so many memories flooding back to her.

Such as the memories of summers where she’d play hide and seek in the street with her friends, all of them using Pictochat to send out hints to hiding spots. She smiled, now missing that group of friends. How had it been so long since she last thought of them?

Okay, her mother was right. She’d get over Aja and her clique.he’d forget about them, and life would be fine.

“Nice wrack, girl,” Adore commented as she finished another masterpiece.

She moved the stylus to the ‘send’ button.

And before she hit it, there came another sound.

Someone arriving.

A notification.

Now entering A: Bright Red.

Adore’s eyes were wide. What? Who is this?

And then it hit her. She had sent the image just as this person entered.

“Fuck! Shit!” Adore yelled, sitting up straight in her bed. 

All she had to do was close the DS, turn it the fuck off and get the fuck out of there. But what would be the point? Her art was out there now, available for this new person to see.

Her hands shook as she waited for some sort of response.

Bright Red: Nice tits!

Adore’s eyes widened, her breath caught in her throat.

Her green eyes shot to her bedroom window, now so paranoid. Where was this person? Could they see her?

With shaking hands, she wrote in the text box, “what…are you…doing…here…pedo?”

Because that was what was happening here, right? Some pervert chancing their luck at talking to a minor on one of the oldest forms of chat she had ever known.

Thinking back over this thought, she realised how stupid that sounded. If anyone was going to search for victims, Pictochat was the last place they’d try.

If anyone was the pervert here, it was Adore herself. 

Bright Red: I could ask you the same thing…

AD0REG0MEZ: i dunno. bored i guess

Bright Red: I mean, I was coming to draw boobs too but guess you beat me to it lol

Adore didn’t know what to say to that. Not like she could judge the person now. She noted how they didn’t scribble their messages out, always taking time to type it out instead. And she didn’t know why, but it made her do the same. She tapped away on the keyboard, trying to work out what to say next. But she’d erase everyone.

Who are—

Are you sure ur not—

Whats ur na—

Before she could come up with anything…

Bright Red: What about you? Are you a pedo?

AD0REG0MEZ: Hell no!!

Bright Red: …You see how this looks though?

AD0REG0MEZ: who are you? fucking chris hansen??

Bright Red: You’re not helping your case :/

Adore huffed, biting her bottom lip, before furiously scribbling again.

AD0REG0MEZ: Look! I’ve had a really hard day! I came here to live nostalgically and forget that my friends are fucking assholes. Now can I just get back to that??

There was another moment of silence before Bright Red even replied. While she waited, Adore played with her bottom lip, cursing herself for getting so open with this person. Not because she sounded whiny. But, if this was really a pervert, wouldn’t they just use that against her in some way?

Just as she was about to close the DS down, the reply came.

Bright Red: Well… there are other rooms…

AD0REG0MEZ: I got here first.

Bright Red: Fair enough. I’ll move to B. Bye, boobie bitch! I’m going to draw porn in peace now!

AD0REG0MEZ: WAIT

She had no idea why she said it. Like, why did she care what this person said?

Bright Red: I’m waiting…

So was Adore. She waited for her brain to give herself a response. 

That’s when she heard Bianca calling.

“Hey, no-pals! Dinner!” She called.

“Shit,” Adore whispered. She scribbled in the text box once more.

AD0REG0MEZ: Dinner. I’ll be on in 20 probs

Bright Red: Is that an invite to stay online?

AD0REG0MEZ: I dunno. If you want. Sure.

Bright Red: I wonder how many cigarettes I’ll get through before you come back… 5…? 10…? The world will never know. Ah well, I’m drawing big titty hot women in chainmail underwear with navel piercings, holding knives and flipping the camera off. Very threatening. Very sexy. Thanks for listening.

Again, Adore had no idea of what to say to that. Oddly specific… kind of creepy. But she typed her goodbye and closed the screen.

“Adore! Dinner!” Bianca called again.

“I’m coming!” Adore yelled with the same amount of anger. She launched herself out of the bed. As she was walking by the window, she glanced out.

And she paused.

What was in the air that told her to stop and look? Fate, maybe.

Because there, sitting outside the house across the street, chilling out on the fence was a teenage girl.

In her mouth, a half-smoked cigarette.

In her hands, a red DS Lite.

Adore’s eyes widened, mouth hanging open.

Bright Red was no pervert, just another bored teenager like her. She had short blonde hair and bangs, bright red lipstick on her lips (maybe the source of the username), and, totally inappropriate for this climate, a black and grey turtleneck dress.

Of course she lived close by. How could Adore forget that Pictochat only worked when in close vicinity of someone else?

Adore stared, totally mesmerised by the girl as she puffed away on her cigarette, the stylus in her hand scribbling away at the screen. She found herself tempted to back on and see if the girl had sent anything yet. But there was something about just watching her, how Bright Red took the cigarette from her mouth, breathing a cloud of smoke out, how she stuck her tongue out through her lips, as if in deep concentration. 

Adore was hypnotised.

“Katya! Can you help me unpack these plates?” A voice called from the same direction.

Katya. Her name is Katya. That brought a smile to Adore’s face.

The girl broke her focus, rolling her eyes as she climbed down from the fence and threw the cigarette out onto the road. “Okay! Give me 5, Mom! I’m drawing erotic art again!”

Adore giggled. Katya had the same bond with her mother that she had with Bianca. Like they were best friends rather than parent and child.

Speaking of parent—

“ADORE!”

The girl came out of her trance, rolling her eyes, “Mom! This is why Dad fucking left you!”

She rushed downstairs, already seeing Bianca tucking into the meal.

“No! Your Dad left ‘cause I made him leave.” She blew on the hot pasta before shoving it in her mouth.

“Fuck yeah, Mom,” Adore sat at the table, tucking into the creamy heaven that was Spaghetti Carbonara. No one made it like Bianca did. It was a fact.

“How's the smoking going?” Bianca asked, dabbing away a bit of sauce at the corner of her mouth.

Adore smiled, “Excellent.” Just at the mention of the jokey remark, she was reminded of the girl she had just seen outside. Katya.

“Okay, for real, you know me, honey. I’m pretty easy going with you. But if I ever find out you’ve smoked, I’ll happily buy you a pack—”

“Okay, and the catch…?”

“And you’ll stand there,” Bianca pointed beside the table, “and smoke the whole thing, one after the other. I don’t care if you throw up; you’ll not stop until it’s done.”

“Mom,” Adore looked away from the pasta, smiling sweetly, “I promise you I will never touch a cigarette.” …Ever again.

“That’s my girl,” Bianca returned the smile. “Anyway, find the PS4?”

“Nope. But, I’ve been talking to someone.” Adore took another bite of her dinner. Fuck, it was outstanding.

“Great, honey! Who?”

Adore was ready to say the name. But she stopped herself, deciding to bother her Mother instead. “I don’t know. Someone online. I don’t know who they are, but they said I have nice boobs.”

“Adore.” Bianca almost dropped her fork.

“I’m kidding,” she met her mother’s worried gaze, a smirk on the corner of her lips.

“Again, I’m easy going with you. But don’t go talking to strangers online.” 

“Yeah, it was a joke.”

“You remember that time Valentina had that boyfriend?” Bianca pointed her fork at her daughter. “I mean, it could have been worse. At least he was just a scammer and not a pervert. Fuck, you remember how much money I almost lost?”

Adore laughed, knowing she shouldn’t have said it that way. But, fuck, how she loved to tease her mom. “I know. I know. I was just fucking with you—”

“Language.”

“It’s the fucking girl across the street. We’re talking on Pictochat.” Even saying that out loud, Adore knew how far-fetched it sounded.

Bianca had no idea what the fuck a Pictochat was, but she nodded. “Are you sure?” Her brows furrowed.

“Positive.”

“Oh! Well, that’s good then!” Bianca went back to twirling pasta around her fork. “They just moved in the other day too. Maybe you can be her first friend. Or, even better! What if she goes to your school?”

Adore shrugged. “Maybe. I mean, we haven’t talked a lot yet. I guess we just gotta see where it goes.”

The rest of dinner time, Bianca rambled about things like work, how her manager kept hinting that she was possibly in line for a promotion. And then about Valentina, what she did this week in the beautiful city of Chicago.

But all Adore could think about was Katya. What were the chances that Pictochat of all the platforms introduced them? Did Pictochat even count as a platform? This would certainly be a story for the kids.

Girl… it’s a bit early to be thinking about shit like that. Actually, why are you even thinking about it in the first place?

After eating, Adore kissed Bianca on the head, thanking her for the fantastic dinner. Once again, she proved she could defeat Gordon Ramsay in a cook-off. 

She rushed through the dishes, anticipation coursing through her in the hopes Katya was still online.

“How do you know it’s the girl across the street anyway?” Bianca asked, joining her as she picked up a plate to dry.

“I saw her.” Adore scrubbed at the frying pan.

“Oh?”

“Yeah. She looks like she’s my age. She’s… kinda pretty,” Adore shrugged as if it was nothing.

“Pretty, you say?” Bianca raised a brow.

“Yeah. Not like… pretty like Farrah. She’s,” Adore paused, trying to think of how to phrase it. “She’s art pretty.”

Yeah… art pretty.

Katya was art pretty.

-_-_-_-

As soon as Adore hit her room, she looked out the window. Katya was still inside, and that made her stomach twist.

She hopped on her bed, flipping up the screen of her DS and logging into Pictochat faster than she ever had.

And her nerves settled instantly.

Chat Room A: 1/16.

Someone was in there. And it had to be Katya.

And entering the chat, she was right.

Bright Red: Oh, you’re back!

AD0REG0MEZ: fuck yeah!

Bright Red: Alright Mr Pervert. Are you ready to prove to me you’re not a perv?

AD0REG0MEZ: You live across the street from me. I saw you

Bright Red: …well that’s unnerving…

AD0REG0MEZ: you have blonde hair, you’re wearing red lipstick, and fuck, for warm weather, you’re wearing a fucking turtle neck. Why??

Bright Red: OK…what next? What color underwear am I wearing??

Adore’s belly fluttered, just thinking about it. Stop being a fucking perv’, bitch.

AD0REG0MEZ: I don’t know what colour undies you got. But I saw you outside earlier. You have a red DS. You were smoking. How does your Mom let you smoke? My Mom just threatened to make me smoke a whole pack!

Bright Red: Ah, I see. Your Mother has sense. Mine used to worry about me a lot… But, you know… I just kept breaking the rules… So she’s kinda given up. I feel bad ‘cause she does love me… and I love her… But I’ve been a brat, I’ll admit it.

Bright Red: Oh, wow. Sorry that was alot. Like, Motherrrr…I’ve been venting to strangers I’ve never ever met before agaaaaaiiin.

Adore giggled, biting her lip.

AD0REG0MEZ: It’s fine. I don’t mind.

Bright Red: Serious question though. I’m guessing ‘Gomez’ actually isn’t your surname…

AD0REG0MEZ: No. How’d you know?

Bright Red: Well, your user…

User? Adore’s brows furrowed for a moment before it all came back to her. She clicked on her name, which popped up a window.

xoxox Selena Gomez has my heart xoxox

The girl immediately cringed. How the fuck do you even change your bio?

Clicking out of it, she typed.

AD0REG0MEZ: Ah, I see

And curiosity took over. She clicked into Katya’s.

You may say that I’m a dreamer…but I’m not the only whore in this world with an obsession for Kate Bush and babooshkas…is this a problem? ~ John Lennon

There was a smile on Adore’s face, just for a moment, before Katya’s next message popped up.

Bright Red: But I must ask… if you could see me… then, maybe I can see you?

And the smile disappeared. Fuck.

AD0REG0MEZ: As in you wanna see me? Right now?

Bright Red: Yes. Just so I know you’re not some dirty old man. 

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Adore was already on her feet, the DS still in her hands. One part of her was apprehensive, the other excited. Her green eyes met her full length mirror, taking in her reflection. Fuck, she looked rough—her makeup was expired from the long school day, her hair was scruffed up at the top, and a heavy hoodie hid her body.

“Okay,” Adore spoke in a shaking voice. She pulled the hoodie up over her head and tossed it to the other side of the room. Her hands attacked her black hair, combing her fingers through the tangled locks, getting caught in knots. “Fuck sake!” She cursed. Where was that damn hair brush?

Ah yes, across the room, on her desk, past the window.

Her half assed attempt at fixing her appearance would have to do. All she could do was hope her makeup wouldn’t look that bad from afar.

Breathing out a puff of air, she took a brave step towards the window. And then another. And another.

And when she was standing before the glass panel, she looked across the road.

There was Katya, in one of the top windows, DS also in hand. She looked right back, a smile appearing on her face.

This relaxed Adore, especially as the blonde lifted a hand and waved. 

She waved back with her free hand, completely at ease now.

Katya lowered to the ground, but her head was still level with the window.

Oh, shit we’re doing this now. Adore reciprocated, sitting on her floor, making sure she could still see Katya.

The girl across the way looked down.

That familiar ping came through the game console, and Adore looked down at the screen.

Bright Red: Cute! Muse material!

AD0REG0MEZ: Oh! An artist too?

Bright Red: Honey, I’ve been drawing porn on here. Of course, I’m an artist

AD0REG0MEZ: Haha

AD0REG0MEZ: Well, I’d happily be your muse anyday

Bright Red: Does that mean you’re willing to hang out someday?

The dark haired girl’s stomach flipped. In all her gay years, she had never dated anyone, and the thought of that changing now made her nervous. Like, what if she wasn’t enough? What if she wasn’t what Katya expected?

Then again, who said anything about dating?

Ignoring her panicked thoughts, she typed.

AD0REG0MEZ: Sure! Sounds fun!

Bright Red: Excellent. Coffee date tomorrow?

Date? Date? “Jesus Christ,” Adore’s stomach fluttered as her panic returned. “It’s Okay, calm down. It’s normal to feel this way. She’s pretty, and she’s cool. Just say yes.” Her words still made all the nerves inside her go crazy. 

She lifted her gaze to see Katya looking back over, holding up a record. Kate Bush.

Then, another pinging.

Bright Red: Or we can hang out here, listen to music and draw. I’d love to draw you. Not naked though.

It brought a smile to Adore’s face, some of the nervous energy simmering away. “Katya, you are a weirdo.”

And she typed.

AD0REG0MEZ: Sure. 

And then…

AD0REG0MEZ: It’s a date

And she hit send.

No turning back now.

[mangosimoothie]

The Bachelorette: Episode 16 - Like a Fairytale

It's time for another episode of The Bachelorette! Aja visits Bastien's family in France for the second to last hometown date, a surprise guest makes an appearance, and a few things get a little lost in translation... [soundtrack]

Aja and Bastien fly to the sprawling Cupidon estate in the stunning French countryside to visit Bastien's parents, Anton and Sasha. Though Aja and Bastien went to school together, sense it was boarding school Aja never got the chance to meet Bastien's parents. So she's eager to make a good first impression.

Enchantés exchanged

Note: we did have the producers let the Cupidons know about our translator situation (that we don't have one) and request that they keep a majority of the conversation in English.

"Bonjour, Aja! I am excited to finally be meeting you. Dear Bastien hasn't spoken about you entirely too much, but from what he HAS said you are even more stunning." "Oh, I- thank you, Mrs. Cupidon. I'm excited to finally meet you too!" "You must please call me Sasha, my dear! It should be easier for you to pronounce."

Everyone gathers in the formal dining room for an elegant 5 course meal prepared by the Cupidon's personal chef. Just like their son, Sasha and Anton are undeniably charming, and Aja seems to be charming them right back. But every so often, Sasha says something that COULD be a compliment or an insult, depending on the angle you're looking at it...

"You must tell me where you got this dress, Aja - If I throw a garden party I'll need one just like it! And next time you come, you must let me take you shopping for some proper dinner party attire, no?"

"That would be nice! ... I think." Bastien mutters something to his mom in French. "Bastien, don't be rude, mon biquet! We must speak so everyone can understand."

"Ah, it seems we have another guest! Monsieur McQueen, so glad you could join us." "Sorry I'm late!"

"Daddy! What are you doing here?!" "I had him flown in to surprise you! Thought you could use a piece of home."

"It's good to see you baby girl!" Aja hugged her dad, Reggie, tight. A heartwarming little reunion.

After dinner, everyone gathers in the parlor with the rest of the guests. "Maman, who are all these people?" "Since we were already having company, I thought I may as well make an occasion of it! I'm sure Aja doesn't mind, do you love?" "Not at all! I'm like you Sasha, I can't resist a little party."

"Soooo, I notice that nobody dances at very fancy rich people French parties?" "You're thinking of a fête, for a real party. My mother throws 𝘴𝘰𝘪𝘳é𝘦𝘴 for showing off how well you can throw and dress for an event." "You know if there's music and a dance floor I'm gonna faire la fête, right?" "Fully aware, and would expect nothing less."

[soundtrack] Aja and Bastien had no trouble being the only ones to dance instead of schmooze and drink champagne. Neither of them have any issue with being the center of attention, that's for sure.

"Would you excuse me a moment, Aja? I'm being called away..." "I'll cut in."

"I can't believe Bastien got you flewed out just to see me! First class?" "Private." "Veeerry classy."

"Hate to leave you hanging baby girl, but Anton's got a bunch of big whale investors lined up for me to talk to." "Get that bag. I'm gonna check out the garden."

Left to her own devices, Aja stepped out into the garden for some fresh air and happened upon Bastien and Sasha having a heated conversation in French. We couldn't tell what they were saying, but when Sasha noticed Aja standing there and then excused herself without another word, Aja couldn't help but assume it was something shady.

Aja stormed off for a moment alone, but Bastien followed after to check on her.

"I come here too, to think. What’s on your mind, cherie?” 

"What was she saying to you?" "She thinks you are quite beautiful, and-" "Bastien, I'm not stupid. Shade is a universal language." "...She says you're a bit...uncultured. And that I should be aiming higher. But she would say that about any woman I brought home, so please don't think she means it personally." "Great. That doesn't sound personal at all."

"I know my mother can be difficult, but her opinion of you means nothing to me. I told her the truth: all that matters to me is that I love you."

[soundtrack]

"Bas, I don't know what to say...I-" "Then don’t. Besides, it will be much more romantic if you wait for the finale to respond."

"It feels silly to be so upset, but I'm just really not used to making anything less than a perfect first impression. What Bas said was sweet though. He really treats me like I’m his whole world...I guess it's not a fairytale without the evil queen, right?" So will Bastien and Aja get a happily ever after? With only one more date until the next elimination and our final three, we're only a few episodes away from finding out!

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[witchy-jadda]

rott spoilers ahead

so i’ve given myself some time to think about everything and try to process it all and here are some of my thoughts on trollhunters: rise of the titans...

- straight off the bat, i loved the intro. opening with blinky telling the story of what happened up until this point was incredible. i would have loved if they had circled back to this though (i saw someone else say it should have been him telling the story to jim and claire’s kids and i loved that idea!)

- i also liked that they didn’t waste time at the start, instead they just jumped right into the action which was fun.

- honestly, i thought jim’s plotline throughout the movie where he basically thought he was useless without the amulet was just really not fun to watch. i understand why it was there and it played into the climax but i really did not find it one bit necessary seeing as i felt that we have grown beyond that. i felt it was overused. we’ve been there before and jim is aware that he’s the trollhunter, amulet or not.

- douxie being so soft with nari was genuinely one of the most heartwarming parts of the movie. i feel that we were really robbed of so much potential with douxie in this movie though. we didn’t see nearly enough of him. it seemed that the writers were picking and choosing when to remember how powerful he is. switching with nari and connecting to her are two examples of when they actually used his power, but aside from that they just disregarded it a lot.

- and speaking of forgetting how powerful people are... i’m genuinely so hurt and let down over what they did to claire. do they not realise how powerful she is? did they just forget about her character arc? it sure felt like it. she got to use her powers a few times (connecting to nari, portalling the titan, etc) but mostly it felt like she was saying she was spent and therefore unable to do anything. she is so strong and so powerful, and that’s just so empowering - especially for young girls. and then it kinda felt to me that rott was reducing her to basically nothing more than jim’s love interest.

- okay another quick note, it kinda felt to me that krel’s potential was also pretty wasted? he barely did anything and i just think he deserved more too.

- ew okay i don’t even want to think about it but i know i can’t discuss rott without talking about the mpreg thing. seriously, what the fuck was that? at first, i thought it was going to be a joke. i thought aja and krel were gonna wind steve up and see how far they could go with making him think he was pregnant just for a little bit of comic relief. but then he was actually pregnant. and so i laughed, because even though it was dumb it was kind of funny. weird and unexpected, but kind of funny. but by the time the movie was over it just didn’t sit right with me. looking past the fact that it was just more of them making steve’s character into a joke, i couldn’t see the logic in giving so much time to that subplot when other characters (claire, douxie) and other relationships (claire and douxie’s friendship) were sidelined. maybe if he had gotten a whole season the mpreg thing could have been included as comic relief or whatever, but with such limited time i really don’t see the point of wasting so much time on something so pointless. 

- speaking of steve, i need to talk about creepslayerz... they really deserved more :( like i get that eli literally helped steve through child birth and then named one after him which was lowkey adorable but i loved their friendship so much and i was really hoping to see more of them. i was kind of hoping they’d get to do more as well. look i gave up on hopes of a romance long ago (even though i still really wished it would happen) but i hoped that at least we’d see some more of their friendship.

* by this point my brain has decided to forget absolutely every point i wanted to make... cue the brain fog (we don’t like her) and allow me to take a moment to read back and try to find my point again *

- i don’t think i can stress enough how much i loved the visuals in this movie. holy fucking shit it was just phenomenal. like wow. the art was absolutely fantastic and i’m really hoping for another the art of... book because i love the art of trollhunters and i feel that they could do with updating it to include the newer stuff. but yep, the animation quality was incredible and i don’t have a bad thing to say about it because just wow.

- speaking of art... a moment of appreciation for character designs. just wow wow wow. we love to see such intricately designed villains. we love to see growth in our other much loved characters. and the locations too? fantastic. beautiful. amazing. loved it.

- another moment of appreciation for jim. the hair. the scars. the injuries. the winter jacket. the fact that he looked a little older.... loved it. loved it, loved it, loved it. i cannot wait to spend hours pouring over reference pictures to draw them all.

- and claire... her armor being weathered and worn. her eyes!! her hair looked great as always. i just love her...

- nari nari nari... my goodness, her magic is so beautiful. i wish we got to see more.

- also, the jlaire moments were very cute. their kisses? so soft. they literally love each other so much. i adore them.

- what happened to the babies from the darklands btw? is not enrique just chilling in the lake’s house with a ton of babies? 

- barbara deserved better. i would have liked to see her and strickler happy.

- on that note, why the actual fuck did they think a few explosives would win against magic?? literal ancient magic and these dumbasses were like huh i guess we should blow it up. i’m sorry, what?? y’all are stupid.

* currently trying to think of every possible point that isn’t to do with the ending because i really don’t want to think about that yet *

- the whole thing with archie and charlemagne felt super unnecessary. like usually characters sacrifice themselves and it’s like sad and you can see the reasoning and stuff. but they literally could have gotten out. i really did not vibe with that. it felt like they just did that to leave douxie with no one.

- that trollmarket was beautiful though.

- speaking of trollmarket... they really restored the heartstone just like that? are you joking? i was not impressed at all. the heartstone was dead and gone, could not be destroyed. did they just forget that? half the shit in wizards wouldn’t have happened if the heartstone could have been restored. very pissed off by that. it was dead, that was it.

- okay back to jim... love that he pulled the sword from the stone. it was cute that it was a group effort, kinda would have preferred if it was just him but that’s just a me thing. and maybe me and my daylight tattoo are biased here, but excalibur is not half as pretty as daylight.

- not gonna lie, jim yelling come on trollhunters! kinda got me. i was very emotional watching this.

- i think the most in character jim moment of the whole movie was when he dropped excalibur, he didn’t have his armor, he was all alone and he decided to make a fist and fight the wizard/god with literally no weapon or means of defence. i don’t think y’all understand how much i love this dumb self sacrificing selfless boy. i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again, he is literally one of my most favourite characters of all time. i love him with all my heart.

- the armor!! wow wow wow. that was a fucking cool scene. beautiful.

- jim getting stabbed or whatever with that fucking spear thing nearly killed me.

- okay here goes... toby. my sweet toby. jim and toby’s friendship is one of my absolute favourites ever. my goodness. and toby getting in the van and going to save jim was incredible and such a toby thing to do. of course he would think of doing that.

- but like seriously... claire and douxie are so fucking powerful and they were both just like lol i guess we can’t do anything to help jim? i’m sorry what?? don’t tell me that claire wouldn’t go full on black and purple eyes and get herself up their to him. i just... i’m so bothered by the fact that they were sidelined y’all :|

- also, do not seriously try to tell me that aaarrrgghh!!! would let toby go on his own. he would have went with him. he would have followed him.

- literally as jim was falling the first thing that went through my mind was oh aaarrrgghh!!! is gonna run up and catch him.

- and while we’re on the topic of aaarrrgghh!!! why tf did they have such a build up that something was going to happen to either him or blinky for literally no reason? wtf

- aaarrrgghh!!! would not have let toby go alone!!! if he had been there, he would have protected toby, he would have saved him and none of that mess of an ending would have happened.

* ugh here’s the bit i was dreading... the ending *

- first off, i am choosing to ignore it.

- time stone? really? we’re... we’re gonna do this? literally one of the most original things i have ever watched is now - at the literal last possible minute - rip off another movie?? really?? whyyyy???

- i literally cannot express how much i hated it. it was so fucking unnecessary.

- he didn’t need to go back that far!!!

- i’m actually trying to block this out but i suppose i have to at least touch on it. jim would never ever put that burden on to toby. he just wouldn’t. before even looking at all of the other issues with toby getting the amulet, i need to say that. it just wouldn’t happen. he struggled so much with being the trollhunter, he wouldn’t put that on toby. 

- also toby literally never wanted to be the trollhunter?? he never wanted the amulet? he wanted to be a duke and have his war hammer and go on adventures with his best friend and his wingman and eat mexican food.

- okay so um i guess they all just forgot about unbecoming? cool cool cool.

- seriously though, was it not established many times that jim literally had to be trollhunter? and if he wasn’t it would be draal and everything would go to shit? did they just forget about that??

- having jim just decide to give toby the amulet literally takes away from the entire meaning behind jim getting the amulet and becoming the trollhunter. the amulet chose jim. merlin chose him. out of all of the creatures in the world, it had to be jim. he can’t just give that to toby!!

- and as much as i love toby, he would not last a day as trollhunter.

- and that’s not even beginning to mention all that jim erased by not becoming trollhunter. no father son relationship between him and blinky. they didn’t stop steve from picking on eli so no steve redemption and no creepslayerz. is he just going to allow enrique to be taken? toby will not have the same incentive to go into the darklands to save him if that’s the case. strickler will not show any sort of sentiment towards toby either. and then the big one...

- IS THAT FUCKER REALLY GOING TO ALLOW CLAIRE TO NOT GET HER POWERS??? WHAT???

- if jim isn’t trollhunter and the whole thing with enrique doesn’t happen then claire will never get her shadowstaff. let’s be real, strickler probably wouldn’t even need angor rot with toby as trollhunter. somehow i can’t see him making it that far...

- if claire doesn’t have her shadow staff then the whole thing with morgana won’t happen. she won’t destroy the shadow staff and then she will never develop her powers. would jim really rob her of that?

- okay i can’t do anymore, it’s too much for me now...

- i touched on this already in a separate post but i gotta say it again... i did not enjoy the destiny is a gift bit at the end. first of all, jim having toby find the amulet literally takes the meaning of that speech and his destiny away instanty. and second, i just could not stand hearing emile hirsch say the words that belonged to anton yelchin. it was just uncomfortable.

aaand i think i’m done. maybe i’ll have more later but i have a headache now from all of this.