#THIS MAN IS MAKING ME LOSE MY WHOLE MIND AND I'M MAKING IT EVERYONE'S PROBLEM

[babyangelsky]

I'm gonna let my crazy show for a second

I need to talk about how fucking beautiful Fort looked this episode and why, because it's not like I just woke up today and noticed how stupidly attractive he is for the first time ever, I already knew that.

This production is making choices that I really, really fucking appreciate. The most immediately noticeable of which is that they didn't whitewash him at ALL which just makes me so indescribably happy. It's all beautiful golden skin all the time and it's fucking amazing.

But it's not just that they didn't whitewash him, look at his cheek. You can see his skin texture. And it's not just a one-off because he and Peat were gonna play in the ocean later in the scene and the makeup people didn't wanna apply makeup just so it could get washed off by the saltwater.

You can see it here too when he and Peat are back inside. You could use the excuse of "oh well he's meant to be freshly showered so it makes sense that he doesn't have a lot of makeup on". And to that I say, when has that ever stopped a production from caking makeup on their "freshly showered" characters? Half the time their hair isn't even wet when they're meant to be drying it.

Beyond being vastly appreciated by me, the fact that we can see skin texture is also an excellent character detail, and it's deliberate. It wouldn't make any sense for a person who spends their whole day outside sweating and getting in the ocean to look perfectly airbrushed all the time.

It makes sense for someone who spends their whole day inside working on their computer to look airbrushed though, which Peat does. Especially in the first episode when he arrives on the island.

But you know what?

You can see Peat's skin texture too. They put more makeup on him than they do Fort but they don't cake it on. I cannot even TELL you how happy that makes me.

But this...this is what I really wanna talk about.

Do you see them?

DO YOU SEE THEM? DO YOU SEE THE BEAUTIFUL NORMAL STRETCH MARKS ON THIS MAN'S SHOULDER AND CHEST? DO YOU KNOW HOW AMAZING IT IS THAT WE CAN SEE THEM, THAT THEY DIDN'T EDIT THEM OUT IN POST OR SLAP MAKEUP ON THEM TO HIDE THEM?

*pauses to get myself together*

Listen I am someone who notices every single little mole, freckle, and birthmark that someone has because I think they're beautiful. It's probably concerning how often I notice them and how happy it makes me when I do. And it really makes me angry that these completely normal parts of someone's skin are seen as imperfections or only desirable when they're a certain size or on a certain part of their body. And you know what else always gets labeled as an imperfection? As something that has to be hidden?

Stretch marks.

Every single human being alive has stretch marks because every single human being alive has skin but for some reason, people are made to feel ashamed of them. They're made to feel like stretch marks are these unsightly things that they only have for x, y, or z reason.

Our skin stretches as we grow! Of course we all have stretch marks! All of us! Even the fittest, most shredded person you can think of has stretch marks! They aren't a consequence of your weight or how much muscle you have, they're part of having a body! They're NORMAL.

Do you understand how big a deal it is that we can see Fort's? That we can see every aspect of his skin, including and especially its actual fucking tone? This man--I just--just--

I WANT TO EAT HIM WITH A SPOON

I love that they didn't make him get shredded for this role I love how beefy he looks I love that he looks like a real person I love that you can see his shirt tan I love his fucking stretch marks I love the mole on his chest and the one on the back of his upper arm and the ones on his face I love love love love love!!!

Alexa, play "Piel Morena" by Thalia

[evenyvn]

Jealous?

rockstar!fem!reader x idol!seonghwa

summary : after a long busy day, you just want to slip under the blanket and sleep, atleast that is until you saw your boyfriend's recent post...

cw : sfw, kinda suggestive if you squint, hwa is a tease, this is a part of this series but can be read as a stand alone (i swear i will write for the others after this, I'm just crazy over his recent post so this is VERY self-indulgent as always).

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It's been a long day today, you got up early in the morning to practice for your up coming comeback with your group, and then spend a few more hours cooped up on your studio to write more songs.

Your bandmates have been grew worried by your state, the increasing stress from the up coming comeback is taking a toll on you, not to mentioned the constant feeling of missing your boyfriend, that's currently on tour right now is making you locking yourself up in your own studio to compose more songs just to cope with the yearning, but surely it's only making your stress increase tenfold.

Sure, you both can text each others, but between the time zones differences and both of your busy schedule, you can only text each others 'good night' or 'good morning' more often than not.

And finally after a long day you just want to slip under your blanket and catch a few hours of sleep until you have to get up early again to repeat the same routine.

Now you sigh as you lie in bed, after you did your nightly routine and changed into comfortable sleeping clothes, you pull up your phone deciding to check up on your social media before going to bed, you were casually scrolling through your Instagram until you saw it.

Seonghwa had posted a photo dump.

The first two pictures were harmless. Him in a bathrobe, the lights of the bathroom illuminating his face perfectly, his face looks tired from his shows but that makes him even more attractive to you, 'pretty' you thought as you smiled fondly and press the like button.

you scroll again to see the third picture, a picture of a cloud shaped bath bomb you assume, you giggled at the picture, aside from those gorgeous magazine worth of pictures seonghwa posts, he sometimes slip some silly things that caught his eyes.

But then you swiped.

And froze.

Seonghwa wasn’t fully in the water, but the image was just suggestive enough, his collarbones on full display covered by soap foams, wet strands of hair framing his face, water droplets on his skin catching the dim bathroom lighting in an almost artistic way. His gaze was sultry, plump lips slightly pouting, and—

You slammed your phone down.

Immediately, you snatched it back up, opening your messenger app and hit the FaceTime button after finding your boyfriend's contact.

It barely rang twice before Seonghwa picked up, his face appearing on screen. Except, instead of being anywhere near a bathtub, he was already in bed, dressed in his soft pajama shirt under the blanket. He was smiling no, smirking as if he had been expecting this call.

“Hey, baby,” he greeted, his sleepy voice reached your ears, a little bit tired but still warm nonetheless with a hint of tease on the edge. “You miss me that much?”

you narrowed your eyes. “Don’t act cute. We need to talk.”

Seonghwa bit his lip to hold back a laugh. “About what?”

You huffed dramatically, sitting up. “Don’t about what me! You know exactly what I’m talking about. What is this—” You held up your other phone to show his Instagram post, specifically the bathtub pictures. “And why did you post it?!”

He chuckled, shifting under his blanket. “Ah… that?” His eyes sparkled with mischief. “You didn’t like it?”

“That’s not the problem,” you whined, pouting. “Do you see the comments? People are losing their minds, Seonghwa! Everyone’s going feral over you, and I’m stuck here alone while you’re on tour.”

Seonghwa hummed, clearly enjoying this. “Mmm… so you’re jealous?”

“Yes!” you admitted without hesitation. “I am very jealous! My man is out here looking like a whole art piece in the bathtub while I can’t even be there to—” you stopped yourself, mouth clamping down shut when you realized where your words were going.

Seonghwa raised an eyebrow while smirking knowingly. “To…?”

You groaned, flopping onto your pillow. “You’re so annoying.”

His laugh was deep and full of amusement. “Baby, it’s just a picture.”

“Just a picture? hwa, people are drooling in the comments. One person even said, 'Born to ride, forced to scroll.’ Do you understand?”

Seonghwa grinned. “What does that even mean?.”

“It's- you know when- ugh nevermind" you huffed dejectedly as you struggle to explain, making your boyfriend chuckle at your frustrated state.

He laughed again before softening, tilting his head slightly. “You know you’re the only one I want, right?”

You peeked at him from your pillow, still sulking. “I know,” you muttered. “I just don’t like sharing. I thought those were just for my eyes only”

His smirk returned. “Oh? Should I delete it, then?”

You paused, eyes flickering to the post, finally deciding to scroll some more, a few more picture of him in the bathtub appear, you smiled slightly at the cute poses he did on the pictures before sighing. “… No, leave it.”

“Why?” he said with amusement in his voice.

You sighed dramatically. “Because even though I’m jealous, I also want to brag that my boyfriend is the finest man alive.”

Seonghwa chuckled, his gaze turning fond. “You’re ridiculous,” he murmured, voice laced with affection.

“Yeah, yeah,” you grumbled. “Just hurry home soon so I can remind people that you’re mine.”

His smirk deepened. “Oh? I’d like to see you try.”

Your stomach flipped. Stupid, smug, perfect boyfriend.

The call lasted for another hour, filled with teasing, laughter, and Seonghwa making sure you knew just how much he adored you. And even though you were still sulking over that picture, by the end of the night, you were smiling just as much as he was.

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[jyeoulzhu]

calling after me

summary . two idiots in love who couldn't admit their feelings. everything was fine… until it wasn't. now, everyone's suffering from the awkward tension, and things only get worse when a certain someone starts making moves on y/n.

pairing . huh yunjin x male reader

warnings . swearings.. yeah thats all AND Y/N BEING A DUMB AHH

it all started with a stupid touch.

maybe it was the way yunjin would randomly ruffle y/n's hair, or how y/n would pull her in by the waist whenever they'd cross the street. their friends would always clown them for acting like a couple, but neither of them ever denied it. why would they? they were comfortable.

until it wasn’t so comfortable anymore.

one night, y/n was walking yunjin back to her dorm. it was their usual thing. they’d talk about dumb shit, laugh at inside jokes, and yunjin would randomly lean her head on y/n's shoulder, because “you're comfy, duh.”

but this time, when she did that, y/n's heart did some stupid flip. and the moment he realized it, he went stiff as hell.

"what's wrong?" yunjin asked, frowning.

"nothing," y/n lied.

except, it wasn’t nothing.

from that day on, the dynamic shifted. the hand-holding? gone. the playful head pats? disappeared. the lingering stares? well... those only got worse.

and everyone fucking noticed.

"dude, what the hell happened between you and yunjin?" keeho asked, while y/n was sulking over his lunch tray.

"nothing," y/n muttered.

"bro, you guys used to act like you were married. now you look like divorced parents who only talk for the sake of the kids," eric added, dead serious.

meanwhile, on the other side of the cafeteria, yunjin was going through her own mental breakdown.

"he’s literally avoiding me," yunjin groaned, stabbing her salad.

"he’s avoiding you because he’s in love with you, dumbass," chaewon deadpanned.

"no he’s not," yunjin argued.

"girl... the whole school thinks you're soulmates."

chaewon wasn’t even exaggerating. everyone around them was getting secondhand frustration from the whole situation.

"so what? i'm just supposed to waltz up to him and confess?" yunjin huffed.

"yes, actually," kazuha chimed in.

"do i look like i'm in a wattpad fic?"

"honestly... yeah."

weeks passed and the tension was eating everyone alive.

one random afternoon, y/n and yunjin found themselves stuck in the same group project. great.

"pass me the marker," yunjin said, eyes avoiding him.

"get it yourself," y/n replied coldly.

chaewon, kazuha, keeho, and eric exchanged glances.

"bro, we're living in the aftermath of a situationship breakup that never even happened," keeho whispered.

and then... karina happened.

she wasn’t supposed to be in the picture. but she was.

perfect. pretty. and very much into y/n.

she started popping up more often, subtly sliding into conversations, laughing at y/n's jokes, and casually touching his arm.

it was driving yunjin insane.

"who the fuck does she think she is?" yunjin muttered as she aggressively scrolled through karina's instagram.

"someone who’s about to steal your man if you don’t do something," chaewon replied, not even looking up from her phone.

"he’s not my man."

"that’s the problem, dumbass."

then came the party.

karina was on demon time.

"y/n, can you help me with my drink? i can't reach," she pouted, despite the fact that the counter was literally right in front of her.

y/n awkwardly handed her the cup.

"you're so sweet. no wonder girls are all over you," karina giggled, lightly tracing her fingers along y/n's arm.

meanwhile, across the room, yunjin was gripping her cup so hard it was about to crack.

"bro, she's basically throwing herself at him," chaewon whispered.

"i'm gonna lose my fucking mind," yunjin hissed.

"y/n, do you wanna dance?" karina asked, batting her lashes.

"uh... i’m good," y/n replied, scanning the room for an escape.

"c'mon~ just one song," karina insisted, pulling him by the hand.

"yo, what the fuck am i watching right now?" keeho whispered to eric.

"this is character development for yunjin. she's about to snap," eric whispered back.

meanwhile, yunjin chugged her drink, slammed the cup down, and stormed toward y/n and karina.

"y/n," yunjin called out, her eyes burning holes through karina's skull.

"y-yeah?"

"we need to talk. now."

karina blinked. "wait, what?"

"girl, back off," yunjin deadpanned, dragging y/n away.

"what the hell was that?" y/n asked as yunjin dragged him to the empty balcony.

"i should be asking you that! what are you doing letting her all over you like that?" yunjin snapped.

"what do you care?" y/n shot back.

"because i... i care about you, dumbass!"

silence.

"wait, what?" y/n blinked.

"you heard me," yunjin mumbled, looking away.

"yunjin, i—"

"just... say something, idiot."

without thinking, y/n stepped closer, closing the distance between them. "can i kiss you?"

yunjin’s breath hitched. "about fucking time."

and just like that, the tension that had been suffocating them for weeks melted away as y/n crashed his lips onto hers.

[asarigg]

Inside the Character's Mind: Part 3

AOBA'S JEALOUSY

To be honest, I find it difficult to decide in what order to look at the different scenes in their lives. I don’t know whether to do it chronologically, thematically, or as they appear in the game, and that’s without having in mind that I lose track of what I write easily.

Before continuing, I would like to comment on one aspect that never convinced me about how NC wrote this character, as I mentioned with other aspects above. It is probably what I like the least, I think it is very poorly used and lays a questionable foundation for the character that in my opinion does not do him justice.

The first thing we see of him is him throwing one of his client’s boyfriend to the ground for causing trouble, and a bunch of women wetting their panties around him. Again, I don’t mean to get into the sexism issue right now, but it’s inevitable to mention it. Having a fan club isn’t a bad idea, but of course the only thing they could ever do was to make a bunch of annoying, yelling, toxic and childish women behaving like they’re 15 and had never spoken to a man before. They’ve worked on it in the most superficial and stereotypical way possible that the only thing it leads to is discomfort and rejection of the idea of meeting him again. And the worst thing is that it’s not just you, it’s also Aoba, so they don’t help much. Luckily it doesn’t last too long.

Obviously you can’t just lay it all out right from the start, it’s normal that you’re shown the most superficial side and as you progress you get to know him in depth, like everyone else. But it’s extremely superficial. I personally wouldn’t change that much, and maybe my biggest problem (besides the representation of women) might be just a translation problem, but hey, I work with what I have. They’re just a few small details that make it seem like a textbook white knight copy and paste. If his relationship with women was just as superficial, maybe it wouldn’t be so disappointing, but the thing is that it isn’t, so it doesn’t feel completely right with his character.

Anyway, back to what I wanted to get to. The way Aoba talks about Koujaku is quite stiff, distant, even though we learn a little later that Koujaku has been his friend since childhood. It’s true that he left the island for many years, but then he says that Koujaku came back three years ago and that he hadn’t changed at all since they were children except for his appearance, he was still just as friendly, kind and smiling. So why this coldness?

Aoba practically talks about him like he’s some guy he met a few months ago and occasionally runs into and that’s it, despite what we’ve already mentioned. Not only that, but it turns out that Koujaku drops by his house quite often, staying for lunch and overnight, sleeping in his room. What kind of stranger would you do that with, especially someone like Aoba?

Even Tae herself, famously known for always grumbling and acting a bit surly, is fond of him. She is precisely the one who would be the least hesitant to kick him out of her house if she didn’t want him there, however Aoba points out that he knows that his grandmother considers him a second grandson. After all, she has known him since he was a kid. I'm sure that she’s very grateful to Koujaku for having been there with her grandson when no one else was, not even her, even if she wanted to be.

I talked about this topic a while ago with another tumblr user, who basically attributed Aoba’s behavior to pure discomfort and displeasure when seeing Koujaku’s fans interacting with him, due to having been distant for so long, so it seemed important to mention those three years. I’m not saying Aoba should not be uncomfortable in this situation, seeing your bestie flirting with a group of women jumping around him is definitely not the most fun thing to do. Also, he wants to avoid the gaze of the whole group because they would eat him alive, something he doesn’t achieve because Koujaku notices him anyway. But he seems very distant, he is not only showing discomfort or just wishes to disappear, he is excessively rough with the words he uses, saying that all that charisma he has is an act, false. Like I said before, this is because Aoba knows better, sure, but the way he says it gives it a pretty negative tone.

It seems to me that NC simply wants to introduce the character to you, as the reader, rather than introducing him as Aoba’s bestie, hence the coldness, it’s not Aoba, it’s you. They still joke around all the time and the complicity between them is quite clear, so it’s not like it’s entirely wrong or weird or distant, it’s just those details of Aoba’s thoughts that seemed somewhat dissonant to me.

In any case, there are behaviors that resonate with another idea that is very true and it’s Aoba being jealous. As we have already mentioned before, there are subtleties that make his attraction to Koujaku obvious from the beginning. In the Drama CD and the SSS we see that Aoba is quite insecure, undervaluing himself mostly for being in a homosexual relationship. Seeing that women continue to go after Koujaku makes him feel bad, although there is not much to do, he cannot lock Koujaku up so that he doesn’t talk to anyone ever again and that’s it. He is very troubled by this, and even wonders if Koujaku wouldn’t have preferred to be with a woman at the end of the day, as if he was less, as if Koujaku should be in a straight relationship.

Most notably in the Valentine’s Day story Aoba wants to be able to do what all those girls can do openly without having to worry about prejudice or stares. He wants to be able to kiss him, hold his hand, go on dates, and make him chocolates, normal couple things. Those reactions he had when seeing those women holding onto Koujaku’s arm or having his attention were nothing less than jealousy, because Aoba wanted him to give that attention to him.

This not being possible, since he doesn’t even realize what he feels to start with, makes Koujaku sharing other kinds of things with him that he doesn’t share with anyone else extremely valuable, like the balcony scene, or Koujaku holding his hand when they make love, even if he doesn’t like to admit it. That's why he loves to keep learning new things about Koujaku as their relationship progresses, even the silliest ones. The unknown is not a source of uncertainty or shock anymore, but one of curiosity, a way of loving.

Please Koujaku quit smoking I don’t want you die you're too sexy. haha

That’s why when he discovers that there are things about Koujaku that he doesn’t know, that Koujaku isn’t willing to share with him, among other things, it affects him in this way, like he’s not as special as he thought for knowing a side of Koujaku that most didn’t, because that is no longer a reality for him.

[gothcsz]

You can’t just brand everyone who disagrees with you a racist. I am immigrant from a low socioeconomic background, I am black, and often black people in the U.S. miss how important those other parts of my identity are in shaping me beyond just my being black. It is a cheap shot trivializing serious struggles. You are entitled to your opinions about an online space and people might clash with you over your take on how to move on a fandom, but slapping that label of racist on them shuts down the conversation. This hurts folks at identity intersections… you’re muddling shit down to THEY ARE RACIST. THE END. While you’re here arguing online, people in warzones like Gaza or Sudan are dodging bombs, starving, or losing family. Their daily hell, displacement, grief, no clean water, makes these keyboard crusades look fucking pathetic. And overusing “racist” dilutes the term, distracting from their urgent realities and making it harder to call out actual bigotry. Stop weaponizing serious issues. It is correct to call someone out who called you a slur, but if people want to write something the same expression that allows them to do what they’re doing is what is allowing you to do what you’re doing.

You can’t just brand everyone who disagrees with you a racist.

i dont. and also i dont think you guys really understand what racism even is. it's not just a big overt thing, i mean it can be.... just look at who the fuck is in office here in the united states. people can be loud and proud about their racism.

it's the microaggressions. the interactions with non white followers/readers. the media that is consumed and the criticism of it. all of that is under the umbrella of racism. so sure, the people that have been mentioned in these asks aren't full blown bigots that are waving a white supremacy flag and saying they hate the black and brown people—but some are continuing to contribute to whiteness of it all. (the reader insert fics being white coded as fuck. being weird about virginity/innocence. moodbaords only including white cis women. barely any support for bipoc authors unless it's that time of the month where everyone all of the sudden wants to be all inclusive just to say that they are) or worse, they're silent when these conversations are happening.

and we're dealing with this shit at a fandom level, so while the problems might seem small here compared to the atrocities that are happening in the world around us: it's still important for us to treat these problems accordingly?? especially in a place where we have a little more control over it and can be more mindful of people that make up this fandom (a fandom for a brown man mind you.. that shit blows me every time)

I am immigrant from a low socioeconomic background, I am black, and often black people in the U.S. miss how important those other parts of my identity are in shaping me beyond just my being black.

this is a whole other conversation that i'm not certain this fandom has the capacity to handle. black usamericans and black people from other countries can sometimes see issues from different perspectives that are conflicting solely because of how racism looks in america vs the rest of the world.

While you’re here arguing online, people in warzones like Gaza or Sudan are dodging bombs, starving, or losing family. Their daily hell, displacement, grief, no clean water, makes these keyboard crusades look fucking pathetic.

you don't think majority of us recognize this? that we're not actively thinking about all of this in our day to day lives? how most of us have hella anxiety bc of it? bc we can't do shit about it bc we live in times where the government has instilled such fear into people that we feel helpless?? two things can be true and happening at once, that doesn't negate the other. stop trying to play oppression olympics.

Stop weaponizing serious issues.

literally no one here is doing that. except you, maybe, since you felt the need to bring up genocides while we're trying to have a discussion about racism in fandom.

[yujeong]

So. I think as a fandom we haven't talked about this nearly enough. Actually, I haven't seen it mentioned at all and I want to change that.

It's just a throw away line. The screen writers were probably like, "Hm, we need to make Tankhun say something relevant to the situation as a reason for him wanting to give Pete to Kinn and take Porsche. Ah, yes, a bizarre thing from the past with Macau and Pete, cool, throw that in." What the screenwriters didn't expect, I suppose, is me seeing that line and losing my mind over it. I've been thinking about it for months, it's kind of a problem.

Alright. How is this line significant? Well, it gives us vital information about 1. Pete himself and 2. Pete and Macau's relationship, because it sure af affects it later on, even though we never saw it in the show (we needed more Macau GODDAMMIT.) Ok, so first things first. Pete. I would like everyone to know that this is the second time we get indication that Pete speaks his mind against things he believes are wrong to do. The first is during the mermaid scene in ep 2, the screenshot below showing what Pete said to Tankhun when he ordered him to feed Porsche bread:

Generally, throughout the show, we see glimpses of Pete's opinions being expressed at the Theerapanyakul sons, and while most if not all of those times he gulps them back down, the fact that he said them at all is significant to his character. He's not a pushover. He doesn't just blindly follow orders. He has *opinions* about what he sees and hears and he expresses them. And he's smart enough to not retort when those opinions are not taken seriously, being ignored or when he gets warned about them (a.k.a. the interaction he had with Vegas at the table in ep 4, this moment also lives rent free in my mind, thank you.) Back to Macau, what was even the situation with him that ended up making Tankhun asking Pete to tie him up? Was it just silly Tankhun being silly (that man is never silly, he knows exactly what he's doing)? Was it something serious that involved the whole family? Neither of those? Whatever it was, the most important thing is that Pete said no. And, in headcanon fashion, I believe Macau was present during that moment. Macau saw Pete refuse Tankhun's order, the order of someone from the main family, someone above Macau in status. He saw it and he remembers it to this day, because during the temple scene in ep 9, we get this:

Ok. I'm going a little feral over what my mind has come up with. What we're seeing here is Macau, a member of the minor family, the lesser family, making fun of Tankhun, the oldest son of the main family. The family Pete serves. And all of the people present know this. It's evident - to me at least - by the fact that Vegas says *nothing* about Tankhun. He just says Pete is alone as an answer to Macau's question. So, the conclusion of this is that Macau feels confident and comfortable with sharing his actual opinions about Tankhun to Pete, who's Tankhun's main bodyguard, which both brothers know about. Vegas is also comfortable and confident with allowing Macau to say those things and the reason I'm mentioning him as well is because we all know how protective Vegas is of Macau. If that endangered him in any way, he wouldn't allow it. A reason they're both comfortable, of course, is because Pete is below *everyone* in status. He's literally just a foot soldier, he has no power over them. But the moment he returns to the main family, he has protection against Vegas and his side. He's in his own turf, and Vegas cannot do shit to the main family bodyguards if the main family decides so, as evident by the whole Porsche&Macau situation in ep 2. Now, can we imagine for a hot second, if Pete reported that back to the main family, what would have happened? Probably nothing, I hear you say, and maybe you're correct. But the more suspicious (and angsty) part of me wants to believe that there would be repercussions for this. Tankhun can literally hit Vegas with a fucking tray if he wants to, because he dared eat at the same table as Kinn. He can order Pete to tie Macau up because...something something Macau is a brat I guess. He can do whatever the fuck he wants to them, even if they've done nothing wrong. Can you imagine what he would do if he had actual reasons to punish them? The thought makes me shiver but it's reality and it's evident from ep fucking 2, as mentioned above, when all Porsche gets for making Macau BLEED from the HEAD, is a little choking and a pat on the back. The same goes for Kinn of course. He threatened Vegas with a gun in his OWN FUCKING HOUSE because he kissed Porsche in ep 7. He says the line "Do you see my ring?" and everyone understands what that means. The main family can do whatever the fuck it wants to the minor family and you just have to shut up and accept it. In conclusion, where does that bring us to Macau&Pete post-canon? Well, there's the simple thing called "trust". Yes, Macau will not trust Pete immediately. Yes, I love seeing this in the multiple hospital era fics I've read. But, can I introduce the variable of that event shaping Macau's feelings about Pete to the table? Because holy shit, it's eating away at me and I love it so much to let it be ignored anymore.

[hehecham]

your anon man saga stresses me out too <3 your post about look at your problems as a team is why i say it. i hope you spend some time not in a relationship. i hope you can learn over time how to find fulfillment with yourself instead of by centering men.

from your posts you seemed to be making breakthroughs and progress on this recently. but then going to visit again / getting back together with anon man happened, which from my outside perspective seems like a backwards step to healing. you are allowed to be messy and entertain us and yourself that way, but it can be dangerous (for example, already led to you getting covid). i know it is not a simple decision to make. best wishes to you.

ok firstly i don't think it's fair to blame him for me contracting covid lmfao like that was a pretty inevitable happenstance given that i spent a lot of time after covid pretty much shut in the house out of fear, and if i knew that i would have contracted covid i probably would have acted the same way, because i think for my own sense of wellbeing etc i need to continue to go out in the world, do things, not necessarily anon man related but if it was not that trip to vienna it would have been something else - like i could easily have got it in berlin, or france, etc. so big no on the covid connection, i don't see it and i really don't blame him/the rship for it

secondly i am def trying to recover my relationship with The World and also myself as an individual regardless of what happens w/ him - i'm not going to stop going to the chess club, or neglect the friendships i have, or stop working, or any of those things, so whilst i fully think i spend too much time thinking/worrying about him i also think that the situation isn't as dire as you're making it sound when you say things like "a backwards step to healing". i could have flown out days ago but i wanted to honour my commitment to the chess men in london and hang out with them there, which i think is basically the healthy option, and it's a choice i did purposely make to not "center him"

i think everyone including me is in two minds about the anon man situation but i think it's not as simple as breaking it off now bc i like him and would like things to work out fundamentally lol. i like being in vienna, i like being w/ him, i like the sex, there's a lot of things that would really suck to lose if i called it off so it's not as simple as me reclaiming my feminine energy or whatever i think the timing of it is awful, i should have had more time on my own, i should have learned strats to cope BEFORE entering into a new [confused mumbling noises]. but i didnt, so now we're here and all i can do at this point i think is to try and heal alongside whatever happens, which i think will be harder than if he wasn't around, but not impossible

will also say what everyone says: tumblr does only give a snapshot into the situation as a whole, altho i think i do put enough on here to give a generally solid overview lol

[thatbennybee]

i think it's kinda funny that you don't like hickory since he's a fan favorite but you're valid in your dislike, its just a shame that DW didn't do much to redeem him like the other hunters, other than make him feel remorseful and ashamed of betraying Broppy and providing gumdrops to Poppy in the final confrontation, they could've done more. If you had it your way what would you change in twt or post twt?

If ppl like Hickory, that's fine. You can like whoever you wanna like. I just don't really like the excuses that often come with doing so. Just acknowledge that he was wrong.

Regardless of feeling bad, he did nothing to stop it really. If you had the chance to possibly fight back against the oppressor but you actively aided in her plans, and your only excuse was "Well I didn't want to lose what is important to me," you're really just saying "fuck everyone else losing their freedom ig cuz I don't want to lose mine." Like I don't fw that, especially not in today's climate. It's selfish.

Like idc if ppl like traitor characters, like I even understand Creek and Veneer fans. I just hate when they aren't punished for it. Like damn Creek died for betraying his people and selling them out to the oppressor to save himself, and Veneer still got arrested despite "feeling bad." How is this different just cuz Hickory was sad about it and felt bad last second? He knew where this was headed, he was deceiving them whole time dawg...

I have the same issue with ppl acting like Veneer wasn't just as bad as Velvet just bc he expressed doubt and remorse. Which is bare minimum empathy mind you 🥀

The rest of my rant and what'd do to change his redemption if you gaf ⬇️

I just hate complicity in fascism, oppression and/or dictatorships when there's no room for it. Especially just sitting back and letting it happen with your head hanging low like you weren't a main factor and the final puzzle piece to its takeover.

Ik this is just trolls, but they WERE making political commentary on cultural erasure, colonization and race supremacy in a way kids could understand, so I get to criticize it thru that lens as a POC.

Plus I'm a lesbian so i have ZERO tolerance for a man that acts pathetic as shit and refuses to stand on business while being dead wrong like that and is coddled to hell and back for some reason. Then have the nerve to be chopped on top of it all??? 🙄 STAND UPPPP MY GOD. I will slow roast you like a rotisserie chicken 💥💥💥 Even I can admit that Branch can be a prick sometimes and he's my #1 favorite character of all time. (And he is not ugly 🙂‍↕️ and also a he/him lesbian 🙂‍↕️ and also stood on business 🙂‍↕️)

Now don't get me wrong—I don't wholly like Barb either bc they didn't make her apologize at the very least when she was the worst part of it all. But nobody ever has any problems appropriately placing blame on her, sooooo...❓️Let's just keep it fair, man. Being a colonizer and helping a colonizer are both shit. My main gripe with the movie was that she got to blame Poppy, and nobody even told her to shut her ass up cuz it was her fault to begin with. Why ain't Poppy yell at her ass or sum... 😒

Shoulda whacked the guitar remnants over her big ass head fr /hj

People also have no problem hating om Poppy for how she acted in that movie either but Hickory gets no flack... Errkay... It's getting weird......

Now, if I could change how Hickory was characterized.... 🤔 Hm... I'd either have him pretend to want to take charge of Poppy's capture himself only to have him trick Barb and let her escape while their guard is now down, try to fight back against Barb and/or Dickory in a similar manner and telling Poppy to run, or even having her be rightfully upset at him post TWT.... literally fuckin anything but just laying down like a wounded animal and getting zero flack for it!! It just pissed me off so bad idgaf about your stupid gumdrop trick bitch 😭😭😭🫵🏾💥

Talm bout some "she learned that from me! ☝🏾🤓" WHO GAF YOU TRAITOR SHUT UP!!! 😭😭😭👎🏾

It's not that serious but actually it is bc I like to dissect these characters to death, it's good for writing and having good media literacy is super important to me!!!

[sanderssidesthehouse]

For @darksideweeks Remus week prompt cacophony, I'm explaining the songs currently on my Remus playlist (check it out, I have great taste and I'm always adding more).

Bullet With Butterfly Wings by The Smashing Pumpkins

First of all religious imagery goes beautifully with Remus. I also think he has suffered greatly being neglected and ignored, he very much has been a rat in a cage. The group of lyrics starting with "Tell me I'm the only one" is very 'there's two of us and there shouldn't be. Plus 'And I still believe that I cannot be saved' gives me trying very hard not to care that his job was imposed on him and it's not his fault he's like this, but he's going to lean into it so hard bc that's what's expected of him, I wrote a little thing on that here.

Brutus by Emma Blackery

"Poisoned by the secrets you're keeping" Remus is very anti repression, it's the whole reason he acts up. In this case I think Brutus is Patton and Roman and Thomas. Technically Brutus probably includes Logan and Virgil and Janus, but I think it's mostly the reason he split (morality), the piece of him that betrayed him (Roman), and of course Thomas for wanting to shut him away. The sides may do what they think is best, but they are also bound by Thomas's will and if he wants something to go away, Janus has to make that happen. Or at least he did. It's all very 'I was wronged and sealed away but now that I'm out I'm going to make it everyone's problem, you can't escape me'.

Monster by Meg & Dia

He just wants to be loved! (Accepted, needed, listened to, etc.) I imagine at some point he had to realize with dawning horror that the other sides were terrified of him and what he represented, but he can't help what he is and if they're going to hate him anyway, he might as well be all that he is.

Reaper Man by Mother Mother

Remus prides himself on being intolerable to the general public and this song is basically just that, plus it slaps.

Red Flags by Tom Cardy feat Montaigne

I just think Remus would enjoy this. It is in fact 'disturbing' art which is right up his alley and I think he deserves appreciation of his potential.

Black Sheep by Dorothy

He is one of them regardless of how they feel and he is very much the black sheep. So far all the others have had true moments of appreciation for their roles, acceptance by c!Thomas but Remus is still on the outside looking in. "Can't shut me up won't bite my tongue. Speak my truth till the day is done." Literally his whole thing is not shutting up bc his role is to draw attention and he has claimed himself perpetually honest (even if he changes his mind sometimes).

Bad Reputation by Joan Jett & the Blackhearts

"I don't give a damn about my bad reputation" pretty much says it all.

When Worlds Collide by Powerman 5000

Remus @ c!Thomas, just saying.

I'm Not Ok by Weathers

A bit of a softer approach to who Remus is. We've seen Anxiety get anxiety, so what if Intrusive Thoughts also experience his role? Is he ok?

Tell Me Why by Three Days Grace

"Why does everything I love get taken away from me?" He loses part of himself, then his voice, then his 'brother', then his friends. All he does is lose. And if you push him to the edge, you should know he has no choice but to jump off of it.

Blood - End Credits by My Chemical Romance

He wants attention. Do you give it to him and condone his actions? Or do you ignore him and make it worse? Who are you? What is he? Why?

Kitchen Fork by Jack Conte

It's just very Intrusive Thoughts to me. It's also very "You made me, why did you make me like this?" Lemongrab-y.

Wrecking Ball by Mother Mother

He's over compensating. He's going to be what they perceive him to be 110% bc there's safety in that. And also it's kind of fun. Unfortunately he can't make 'good' things, only break them.

So What by Three Days Grace

I am what you made me, so what? I act like you expected me to, so what? Sure, I'm crazy, but what does that make you?

Back To Life by Mother Mother

If you hate me so much why don't you do something about it? Why do you hate me? Why don't you hate me? If you hate me so much why don't you just get rid of me? Why do you hate me? Why don't you hate me? Either way, I win. I win. I win...

Trouble's Coming by Royal Blood

He can't help what he is. If he could, don't you think he would? Don't you think he would do his best to stop hurting others? Do his best to be someone they could love? To be a piece that c!Thomas could accept?

House of Wolves by My Chemical Romance

He's a bad, bad man. Or that's what he wants you to think anyway.

Don't Threaten Me With A Good Time by Panic at the Disco!

Remus is going to crash out. The beginning is where we first meet him. He's as one dimensional as he can present himself. As time goes on, there's more to him. He has wants and needs too. He has absolutely no control at present but desperately craves it.

[millsheat]

my regathered thoughts regarding 2x06

i'm not mad about the inclusion of the porch scene--because if you take some things into consideration, it cannot be the whole thing. why is ellie's guitar back in her room the next morning? i refuse the believe they wouldn't tie this end and never pick up on it. however, i do believe, that craig needing to spill out everything to the audience like they're bunch of morons makes the show lack the original magic the games had.

joel and ellie's relationship does not need to be labelled. jesse calls joel (ellie's) old man, everyone around the town associate joel with ellie, because that's how things are. the show won't let you see it, she spells it out for you, word for word. moreover, the show is painfully afraid of making joel's actions unlikable.

joel and ellie's love for each other was never built on grand gestures. they just knew it, they hoped they knew it--that is the core problem, what keeps ellie restless. because she never said those words, until it was too late. she never told joel those words, any words of that matter. and now it's too late to fix it, to get back the time that has been lost. the game counterparts don't suffer from the same thing. joel tells ellie he loves her, point blank. joel behaves like ellie's father, calls her his kid, patronises her--game joel would never do it, he respects ellie enough to not tell her what to do, how to behave. the show joel drives ellie away with his actions. where is ellie's suspicion about the salt lake? we are supposed to believe it keeps her restless, but we don't see any of it until the eugene part, which is four years after they come to jackson.

and you want me to believe, there was never a time where ellie would be thinking about it. we get the implications of ellie's suicidal thoughts but it's more so thrown in the background and never picked up on. ellie never asks about salt lake, fireflies symbols carry small to no meaning. unless we get to see things from ellie's perspective, suddenly switched, then we can't really be that shocked that ellie's eager to immediately try and forgive joel. it has not bothered her, not by craig's measure and the way he wrote her. we don't see if ellie's just putting on a front because the firefly hint in the birthday flashbacks is too subtle even for the last of us universe, lol.

joel drives ellie away because he's patronising her, behaving like a parent, treating her like a kid. joel never does that--not from the moment he stars to trust ellie. he sees her as his equal. she gets a gun, she gets his trust. in the game, once they are in jackson--things are screwed between them and joel knows it and he tries to do everything not lose ellie but he does it without putting too much pressure. he plays the guitar, keeps one promise he gave her, which eases her mind a little bit. in the show, he gave ellie no promise of that nature.

joel never tries to parent ellie because he knows that their relationship suffers from his lie and he does not want to damage it further. so he does it from afar, with the patrols. but in the show, joel basically has the final word about everything regarding ellie and it does not even matter than she's nineteen and not technically living under his roof.

by the show standards, the porch scene makes sense. because they stopped speaking nine months ago, not two years. ellie never went to find out the truth--she never confronts joel again after salt lake, until the porch scene. joel's basically not even subtle about ellie being his kid. so him telling her how he feels about her isn't off, by the show standards. but it makes zero sense for ellie's journey and i think that craig is well aware of it and that's why ellie's journey looks the way it does. because even though ellie has a full right of being mad over joel's death, there is no force that drives her, other than the love she had for him. there's no thought of years being wasted by not talking to him. there is not force of not having enough time, not forgiving him sooner. none of that is there--ellie wondering if joel knows what he meant for her, what she meant for him. all of it has been said (at least on joel's side). i'm still somehow hoping there's more to the porch scene. that perhaps, they're keeping something under the wraps. but the thought waiting five years for that answer is just tiring tbh.

[savemeaimeemann]

Babe wake up! I have insomnia and wrote another fic about Arthur Fleck.

I'm Curious Yellow

AO3

Arthur Fleck is perplexed with a street girl rounding his neighborhood. He didn't know she felt the same.

Srry I'm to lazy too describe it but trust me.

Chapter 01 // I Think of You

- "What?"

- "I don’t know, that man over there...he keeps staring at you."

- "Yeah? Well, if he’s paying, I don’t mind."

- "Have you seen him? He’s kind of creepy. Dressed like a old man misplaced. Kind of a nerd I would say. He was inside that phone booth, and then was staring at you for... way too long. I don’t know, Maxine. Doesn’t feel right."

"Also is not the first time I've seen him around." added Grace.

- "Since when can we afford to be picky? I know I can’t. And, honestly, I think he’s kind of sexy with that weird set of clothing and hair. He has a "virgin" energy, don't you think" Maxine said as she was now really paying attention at the guy from the other side of the street. He was not staring anymore. He picked his colorful bag from the booth and was heading to another way".

"Look at those limbs, Grace. Don’t you think they could... do the job? I bet he can."

- "He looks broken as hell."

The man wasn’t exactly conventional. His appeal was a tightrope walk: either intriguing or repellent. To admit he was sexy felt like a confession. But Maxine didn’t care—she liked to push her own boundaries, make her own statements.

She took a long drag of her colored cigarette, watching the clown cross the street, deciding what her next move should be.

Maxine wasn’t your typical street worker. She had a certain French allure—literally, she was born in France, though how she ended up in Gotham was a story she kept to herself. Family issues, a love affair, a few revengeful twists. Gotham didn’t ask questions. It was a shadowy haven for those who didn’t quite fit anywhere else.

Today she wore a long leather coat with knee-high brown boots, just the right height to stay clear of Gotham’s filthy sidewalks. Underneath, a suede skirt and a black velvet top that hinted at more than it revealed. Her makeup was understated: a hint of blue eyeshadow, soft brown lipstick, bleached brows. Maxine was her own kind of eye candy for Gotham’s bleak streets.

No one asked much about her past. Everyone had their own dark stories. “Leave your problems at home,” they’d say. “These streets are for fresh starts.”

Not that they knew she had money stashed in a local bank. More than enough to live comfortably. But she chose to be out here. It wasn’t about the money, as she’d tell Grace—it was something more, something she couldn’t quite name. A “Belle de Jour” life, minus the self-awareness.

"We’ll see, then" She teased Grace.

-----

Arthur was glancing at the girl before, drawn to her in a way he didn’t quite understand. Her elegance had an aloofness he usually only saw in old Hollywood movies on his decrepit TV. Her colored cigarette, her presence—she felt foreign. She couldn’t possibly be a Gotham native, yet somehow she fit here perfectly.

He stopped staring and went on to his way, still in need to stop by the pharmacy and go back to his mediocre life, caring for his mom and all. Today he had a plus, as he was limping the whole way. He kept the pretty street girl aside on his mind and went on with his life.

Hours before all this, Arthur nearly got fired for losing a sign at his job as an entertainer for a run-down vinyl shop. His boss tore into him over the phone, at the booth.

"Arthur, I told you. You’re mediocre. A freak. Get it together, or you’re done. Trust me, half the guys here would love to see you gone."

Arthur banged his head against the phone booth glass, desperation seeping through him.

"I love my job. Please don’t fire me, Hoyot. Those kids at the hospital—they’re why I do this. I got jumped; it was just bad luck. I’m sorry."

- "Whatever, Arthur."

-----

1hr had passed after the intriguing man from the phone booth head his way. Maxine was intrigued by him, imagining what it would be like if he went to hire her right at that moment. Grace was right, he seemed broken. Maybe she would accept him for free only for the story. It would be fun, she thought.

Her trance for that man was so on her mind that she didn't bother working the rest of the day. She kept smoking with Grace.

- "I’m leaving for today"

"Leaving early hmmm?"

"I have a important visit to make close by. Gonna save some time."

- "So you’re off to see your new dealer?"

- "Hm...perdon?"

- "I saw you yelling at our last dealer yesterday. The whole block knows he’s been short on coke."

- "..."

- "Just tell me if he’s any good, alright?"

Maxine rolled her eyes. Grace wasn’t wrong, but she hadn’t touched cocaine in ages. She was looking for marijuana, a rare find in Gotham these days. “Let Grace think I’m as messed up as she is,” she thought.

Maxine cut through a back alley and arrived at a grim apartment building. Sad, filthy and dark.

She didn’t like elevators, but she wasn’t about to take the stairs in this place. Knife tucked into her skirt’s waistband, she stepped inside.

"Hey! wait!"

The elevator doors were about to close when she saw someone holding them open with their foot. Breathless, she stumbled in and mumbled, - "Thanks. I hate elevators. Its better to have company"

As she said the last phrase, she looked up. It was him—the sad man from earlier. Now that he was close she could white stains clung to his neck; he also was clutching a package from the pharmacy, she could tell.

Arthur looked as startled as she did, like he’d been caught mid-crime. Maxine’s confident facade faltered.

- "Oh, hey... stranger."

- "Uh... hi."

- "You know, you feel like a ‘known stranger’ to me."

- "Do I?"

- "Sure do. Maxine, by the way."

- "Arthur. Arthur Fleck. Nice to... meet you."

She leaned over to press her floor number and stood close to him, forcing herself to stay calm. She hadn’t planned on this confrontation happening here, in his territory.

The elevator shuddered upward, and she exhaled a shaky breath. - "Jesus," she muttered, as Arthur stood rigidly beside her, barely breathing.

Suddenly, the elevator jolted to a stop. Maxine grabbed her arm, squeezing so hard it hurt. She didn’t realize she was shaking.

- "It’s... it’s okay. It does this sometimes," Arthur murmured, almost kindly.

- "Oh. Great. Yeah, that makes me feel better."

- "Don’t you live here?"

- "No. Business meeting."

Arthur understood what she meant. Two floors in the building were reserved for dealers and addicts. He wasn’t naive; he knew what went on.

- "Oh."

"Can I ask you a question, Arthur?"

He nodded his head, in shock.

"I don't want to make this weird but... wasn't you staring at me earlier today?"

Arthur tensed, his body trembling. He tried to hold it in, but laughter bubbled up, uncontrollable. His shoulders shook, and he buried his face in his hand, laughing so hard he could barely breathe.

Maxine stared, horrified. - "Are you okay? Are you going to pass out?"

He doubled over, laughing and crying at once. She edged back, her hand instinctively finding her knife. - "Grace was right. Damn it."

Arthur fumbled in his pocket and held out a card. Warily, she took it with her free hand, glancing down. His laughing fit was finally subsiding.

She handed it back. - "Sorry..."

"It-its quite al- alright I-"

"No, I meant to say I don’t know how to read." She said with a smirk.

Arthur’s eyes widened, and then the laughter overtook him again.

She rolled her eyes and sighed, - "I’m joking, alright? Stupid joke. I didn’t mean to..."

She reached out, steadying him as his fit faded, feeling oddly protective. He looked down at her, still catching his breath.

The elevator jerked back to life, halting at his floor. Without a word, he stumbled out, covering his mouth.

- "Arthur!... Shit."

She glanced quickly at the corridor where Arthur had gone, trying to figure out which apartment was his. The last one seemed to be the only option. It must be that.

In the elevator, she pressed the button for her stop again, but all she could think about was Arthur. And how stupid she’d been with him.

She headed toward what seemed to be the dealer’s place, her package in hand, counting the cash, paying the steep price without hesitation.

“High-class babe, huh? Look at you.”

She couldn’t let herself be too familiar here. Dealers were touchy, especially the ones at the top. Guns, drugs—anything could be involved, but she had to keep her cool.

“Well, with all due respect, it’s been a good weekend.”

“Yeah? Hope you can keep up.”

“I hope so... " She said, as she gave him her paper note and he went inside to take it.

The man had it already settled. The transaction was fast.

"Efficient and worthed" Maxine thought.

"Well, Goodbye then. See you next time.” she said, turning on her heels.

“Wait.”

Maxine froze, looking up at him.

“I saw you with that weirdo who lives downstairs. Not my business, but... that’s some fucked-up shit. Guy’s not that young, lives with his mom, laughs like a maniac... I’ve had issues with him. Laughing at my customers in the elevator. Even laughed at me once. Almost shot his brains out, swear to God. He seems okay now, but trust me, you should be careful. Guy’s got problems, but maybe you can help. Fix him up a bit, stop him from scaring my customers with that laugh.”

Maxine didn’t know how to react. She wasn’t about to start defending Arthur, not after that elevator incident. She had her reasons for feeling guilty, but this wasn’t it.

"What I meant to says was, no offense, but maybe he could use your services. Blow some steam off"

Maxine wanted to laugh, but kept it serious.

“We were just talking,” she said, shrugging. “I don’t even know him. Not interested.”

“Okay. Just saying... keep an eye on him.”

“Fair enough. I’ll definitely take your advice. See you next time, thanks.”

“Sure, babe. Take care.”

Maxine’s stomach churned as she stepped out of that floor, fingers twitching in frustration. “How the fuck does he know about Arthur?” she thought. “What the hell is going on?”

She flipped him off as she stepped back into the filthy elevator, muttering under her breath. “Fuck you, fucker.”

That man really gave her something to think about. Did Arthur really live with his mom? Poor bastard, stuck in the wrong place at the wrong time, almost killed by those idiots. She didn’t want to think about it too much, but the thought lingered in her mind as she pressed the button for the 8th floor.

She needed to know more. Needed to fix this. And the guilt from earlier was eating at her.

The 8th-floor hallway greeted her with its usual griminess. Her heart was pounding now, but she kept moving, determined to find Arthur’s door.

It wasn’t unusual for Maxine to be in dangerous situations. After all, she used to be a journalist—her degree, her past, still clung to her. Danger was a language she spoke fluently, even if she didn’t like it. As a working girl, she knew how to deal with people. Knew what they were capable of. And the knife she always carried? It wasn’t for show.

But she couldn't. Not today. She turned back and headed home. She would just make things worse and she needed time to process what happened and have something of use to say to him. He was becoming her obsession and she needed to act carefully.

[kipscorner]

Monsters! Feel free to change pronouns, relationship mentions and anything else to match your writing preferences! Part of the list has been put under Read More due to it being a long list!

“Uh... my friends call me Phlegm.”

“Mr.(Mrs/Miss/etc) [Name], can you tell me what you did wrong?” “There is nothing more toxic or deadly than a human child. A single touch could kill you!”

“You can't make me!”

“Yes, it's dangerous work and that's why I need you to be at your best.”

“it's going to be a perfect day to maybe, hey, just lie in bed, sleep in or simply... work out that flab that's hanging over the bed!”

“I don't believe I ordered a wake-up call, [Name].”

“Did you see me? I'm a natural!”

“Hey, wasn't I great? Did the whole family see it?”

“You've been jealous of my good looks since the fourth grade, pal.”

“Big deal. Guy takes five steps and he's there.”

“I told you, call me [Name].”

“We just wanted to wish you good luck today.”

“Quiet! You'II make him lose his focus.”

“Oh, Googley-woogley, you remembered!”

“So, uh... are we going anywhere special tonight?”

“But it's impossible to get a reservation there!”

(singing) “You and me! Me and you! Both of us together!”

“You know, pal, she's the one. That's it. She is the one!”

“Oh, and, uh, thanks for hooking me up with those reservations.”

“Oh, no problem. They're under the name Googley Bear.”

“I wasn't scared. I have... allergies.”

“Do you hear that?It's the winds of change.”

( mocking voice ): ''You hear it? You hear the winds of ch...? –Oh, what a creep. One of these days, I am really... going to let you teach that guy a lesson.”

“[Name], you didn't file your paperwork last night.”

“I'm watching you, [Name]. Always watching.”

“You're the boss! You're the boss! You're the big, hairy boss!”

“She wasn't scared of you?”

“I could've been dead! I could've died!”

“I will personally put you through the shredder!”

“I love working with that big guy.”

“[Name] and I are like brothers.(sisters//siblings/etc)”

“We're just going through a rough time, sir.(ma’am/name/etc) Everyone knows you're going to get us through it.”

“Now, that's my boy(girl,etc)!”

“I've never seen anything like you today. You were on a roll, my man.(girl/etc)”

“So get this-- as if dinner wasn't enough I'm taking her(her/them/etc) to a monster truck rally afterwards.”

“You know, I am so romantic sometimes I think I should just marry myself.”

“'Cause I got to tell you, buddy that face of hers, it just makes my heart go...Yikes!”

“Your stunned silence is very reassuring.”

“Kitty!”

“No, no-- stay back!”

“Oh, [Name], I've had a lot of birthday... well, not a lot of birthdays but this is the best birthday ever.”

“I was just thinking about the first time I laid eye(eyes) on you-- how pretty you looked.”

“What a coincidence, running into you here! Uh, I'm just going to order something to go.”

“Get out of here. You're ruining everything.”

“Please remain calm. This is not a drill.”

“Well, I don't think that date could have gone any worse.”

“Well, a kid flew right over me and blasted a car with its laser vision!”

“I tried to run from it, but it picked me up with its mind powers and shook me like a doll!”

“It is my professional opinion that now is the time to... panic!”

“No, don't touch those, you little...! Oh, now those were alphabetized.”

“It's okay, it's all right. As long as it doesn't come near us we're going to be okay.”

“I have no idea but it would be really great if it didn't do it again.”

“How could I do this? How could I be so stupid?”

“That thing is a killing machine!”

“I bet it's just waiting for us to fall asleep and then wham! Oh, we're easy prey, my friend-- easy prey. We're sitting targets.”

“Using mainly spoons, we dig a tunnel under the city and release it into the wild.”

“That's it, I'm out of ideas. We're closed. Hot air balloon? Too expensive. Giant slingshot? Too conspicuous. Enormous wooden horse? Too Greek!”

“Are you sleepy? You want to sleep? ls that what you want? Huh?” 

“No. Hey, hey, that's my bed! You're going to get your germs all over it. ( sighing ) Fine. My chair is more comfortable anyway.”

“Will you go to sleep?”

“Oh, boy, how do I explain this?”

“How about I sit here, until you fall asleep? Go ahead. Go to sleep. Now. Now... go. Uh, you... go... to... sleep. ( imitating snoring )”

“Really? Well, in that case, let's keep it. I always wanted a pet that could kill me!”

“Is that a joke? Tell me you're joking.”

“[Name], I'd like to think that, given the circumstances I have been extremely forgiving up to now but that is a horrible idea!”

“Don't panic-- we can do this.”

“Actually, that's my, uh, cousin's sister's daughter…”

“That is the weirdest thing you have ever said.”

“That's a cute little dance you've got. It almost looks like you've got to…”

“Where did she go? Oh, did she disappear? Did she turn invisible?”

“[Name], my tender, oozing blossom you're looking fabulous today.Is that a new haircut? Come on, tell me. It's a new haircut, isn't it? That's got to be a new haircut. New makeup? You've had a lift. You've had a tuck. You've had something. Something has been inserted in your skin that makes you look like...”

“Ready or not, here I come! I'm getting warmer! Any second now! Fee fi fo…”

“Don't you think I'm aware of the situation? I was up all night!”

“Yeah, well, until we know for sure we're going to act like nothing happened, understand?”

“You're right, you're right. We're just two regular joes on our way to work. We will blend right in!”

“Very good. Now bon voyage!”

“That's what I decided to call her(him/them). Is there a problem?”

“[Name], you're not supposed to name it. Once you name it, you start getting attached to it!”

“ow put that thing back where it came from, or so help me…!”

“But if it was an inside job I'd put my money on [Third party].”

“( whimpers ) last night was one of the worst nights of my entire life, bar none!”

“Sushi? Sushi?!! You think this is about sushi?!”

“So I said, ''If you talk to me like that again, we're through!''

“Oh, well, hello, there. What's your name?”

“I got us a way out of this mess but we got to hurry.”

“Oh, you're all right! I was so worried! Don't you ever run away from me again, young lady(mnan/etc)! Oh, but I'm so glad you're safe.”

“We're going to get our lives back. The nightmare is over.”

“Okay, first of all, it's cree-tin. If you're going to threaten me do it properly.”

“Well somebody's certainly been a busy bee.”

“I'm sorry, [Name], but [Third party] said I'm not allowed to fraternize with victims of his(her/etc) evil plot.”

“We got to get out of here now! We can start a whole new life somewhere far away!”

“I was going for a snake ninja approach with a little hissing.”

“How many times do I have to tell you? It's all about presence!”

“[Name]? [Name], it's me…”

“[Name]? No, no, no, no. It's okay. I was just…No, no, no, no, no, don't be scared. That wasn't real. It's just a...I was just…”

“Does anyone else know about this?”

“All you had to do was listen to me-- just once! But you didn't, did you? You're still not listening!”

“Welcome to the Himalayas!”

“Snow cone? No, no, no. Don't worry-- it's lemon.”

“Did you see the way she(he/etc)... looked at me?”

“Take my buddy, Bigfoot. When he was banished he fashioned an enormous diaper out of poison ivy. Wore it on his head like a tiara. Called himself King Itchy.”

“Look at that big jerk. Ruined my life, and for what?”

“Wasteland? I think you mean wonderland! I mean, how about all this fabulous snow, huh?”

“Okay, rule number one out here. Always…No.Never go out in a blizzard.”

“None of it matter...Wa-wait a second. None of it matters?”

“So, now the truth comes out, doesn't it?”

“What about everything we ever worked for? Does that matter? Huh?”

“What about me? I'm your pal. I'm... I'm your best friend. Don't I matter?”

“I'm sorry, [Name]. I'm sorry we're stuck out here. I didn't mean for this to happen. But [Third Party]’s in trouble.”

“'Whoa, whoa, whoa. ''We''? No. There's no ''we'' this time, pal. I-if-if you want to go out there and freeze to death you be my guest... because you're on your own.”

“I never should have trusted you with this.”

“Let's get you home.”

“You don't know how long I've wanted to do that, [Name].”

“I was just mad, that's all. I needed some time to think.” “I'm being attacked!”

“No, I'm not attacking you. I'm trying to be honest. Just hear me out. You and I are a team. Nothing is more important than our friendship.”

“If you start crying, I'm going to cry and I'II never get through this. I'm sorry I wasn't there for you but I am now.”

“[Name], I am baring my soul here. The least you could do is pay attention!”

“Somebody's got take care of you, you big hairball!”

“[Name], if you don't tell me what's going on right now, we are through! You hear me? Through!”

“You expect me to believe that pack of lies, [Full name]!”

“Go get 'em, Googley Bear!”

“What a plan-- simple, yet insane!”

“How are we supposed to get to it now? Oh, it's a dead end, [Name]!”

“Hurry up, hurry up! Give me your hand.”

“Jump! I'm behind you!”

“Hurry up! Keep moving!”

“You stupid, pathetic waste!”

“You've been number one for too long, [Name]. Now your time is up!”

“Mama, another gator got in the house!”

“Give me that shovel! Come here!”

“All right, I got a move here. It'II bring down the house.”

“I think we stopped him, [Name]. You're safe now.”

“She's(he’s/etc) seen too much. You both have.”

“Well, I don't know about the rest of you guys but I spotted several big mistakes.”

“Two and a half years of undercover work were almost wasted.”

“What, you mean... you mean, I can't see her(him/etc) again?”

“I bet we get the rest of the day off.”

“Come on, pal, cheer up, we did it!”

“Oh, sure, we put the factory in the toilet, and... gee, hundreds of people will be out of work now. Not to mention the angry mob that'II come after us when there's no more power, but, hey... at least we had some laughs, right?”

“Oh, I love kindergarten. Best three years of my life.”

“[Name], you're such a charmer.”

[kattt-5865]

Right. I'm in the rambling mood. So this post is probably going to be a whole load of nonsense, but fuck it I ball. I'm boutta yap to everyone about why I think Norman Osborn is a villain I can't sympathise with.

Let's start this by talking about villains I CAN sympathise with; Otto and Flint. I can sympathise with the other two because they have stories that make me feel empathetic. Flint wants to help his sick daughter, even if it's through illegal means. Otto had effectively a perfect life; a stable career and a loving wife, and he was doing what he enjoyed. When he loses it, it's bound to cause some empathy. Yes, his ambition is the cause of it all, but regardless, he lost practically everything.

With Norman, there's none of this. I don't feel any sort of sympathy. NWH's portrayal of him just makes it seem like his actions aren't his fault. In the Raimi Trilogy, the opposite is true. Norman wants the control, the power, but to accomplish that, he would taint his image. He doesn't want to taint his image because that would simply cause more problems. The serum simply just removed his inhibitions. Having had his inhibitions removed through the Goblin, he can do the things he wanted to do but without tainting his image. Norman lost nothing to achieve his goals.

But then you wonder, "Why didn't the same happen to Harry?"

It's because Harry had one goal in mind; kill Spider-man. He didn't want to harm anyone else, just him. Norman didn't care who he hurt, whereas Harry only wanted to harm Peter/Spidey.

Besides this, Norman was generally a bad father, too. That helps us sympathise much less.

Anyways, thanks for listening to me ramble, I had to get my thoughts out before I don't get any sleep ;-;

[littlewriterfullofwords]

Only one for me pt. 3

Parring: Hanaoka Y/N x Takajo Tsukasa

Summary: YasuKiyo knows some things they shouldn't

Warnings: she/her pronouns, fluff, mention of fight, wounds and blood

A/N: Hi! I'm back...again. Enjoy my work and let me know what you think😊

Dark eyes scanning your face, gentle touch of a thumb caressing your cheek, causing blush to appear, the smell of his perfume tickling your nose. He was closer with every second. Your lips were about to touch. You were so close to kissing Tsukasa, only the air was between you two....

"Are you listening?" Yasushi's voice kicked you brutally out of your dream world, almost making you jump on your seat.

"Yes." You nodded vigorously, trying to not only convince YasuKiyo but yourself as well.

"Yeah, sure." Murmured Kiyoshi with a smirk. "And your red face says otherwise."

"It's just hot in here." Your answer was given too fast, and was totally out of the frame because everyone in Oya was wearing long sleeved clothes.

"Bullshit." Summarized Yasushi. "We know who you're thinking about."

"You're in love!" Yelled Kiyoshi as he burst laughing.

"No." You opposed.

"You're in love!" Joined Yasushi and now both of them were jumping around you, yelling that you're in love.

"Who's in love?" The crazy mood was interrupted by Fujio and Tsukasa coming into the room you and YasuKiyo have been sitting in.

The only response you could give the guests was more blush on your cheeks and the eyes on the floor.

"Your sister." You were ready to kill Kiyoshi for that, you were even planning his murder in your mind.

"Oooo." Fujio looked surprised but happy at the same time, his eyes were focused on his sister that has been looking away all this time. "With who?"

"No one." You jumped out of the table and headed towards the exit, but before leaving you ruffled Tsukasa's and Fujio's hair with a smile to hide your nervousness. "Bye."

And you left, leaving all four men with confusion in the air.

You walked out of the building and ended up on the patio you really liked, actually it was your favourite spot in the whole Oya, besides the roof.

Your eyes searched the surroundings, and when you saw nothing and no one, you sighed loudly. Your hands immediately touched your red and warm cheeks to cool them a bit. The impact Tsukasa had on you was huge, out of your mind, heart and will. And YasuKiyo noticed that, for your unfortunate.

"Still reacting like a girl in love?" Todoroki's voice made you roll your eyes and turn around to look at him.

"You have a problem with it?" The hidden side of Hanaoka siblings started slowly to show off.

"As long as you won't be walking around, smiling like an idiot with a red tomato face, then no." Yosuke shrugged. "I don't wanna see you drooling over Takajo on my floor."

You gasped offended. It's not like you weren't drooling over Tsukasa, you were, but how the fuck did he know that? Was it that obvious?

"I- I don't know what you are talking about." You huffed trying to hide your nervousness...again.

"Yeah, whatever." Todoroki shrugged and went away, leaving you with your thoughts.

You decided to consider them on your way home, that's why you left the Oya High and headed south.

Feet after feet, step by step, you were walking on the payment, trying to keep your balance on the edge with arms spread to the sides and eyes focused on your shoes. This lil activity made you feel a bit more nostalgic than anything else. You remembered running down the hill with Fujio and his friends. Doing make up with Madoka or watching Arata cook. But when your brother was spending time with the other group, now the Oya students, you preferred sitting on the swings on the playground or drawing in your room. It would be okay to say you had a favourite group.

"Where is the lady going?" The sudden appearance of the voice and three figures in front of you made you lose balance and step on the pavement.

"Alone." Added another man, the one wearing a cap with a dangerous smile.

"Well." You shrugged. "I like walking alone. It's comforting. So if you, gentlemen, excuse me, I'll be walking."

Without anything more, you continued walking, trying to pass the men but one of them grabbed your wrist and stopped you.

"Where do you think you're going?" Asked the man that stopped you the first time.

"Not a gentleman then." You whispered and the fire appeared in your eyes.

You didn't hesitate to throw a punch, you aimed at the nose, neck and the back of the head. Fujio taught you some things, and you were a good student.

"Y/N!" Tsukasa's voice made you look from above the suffering, bleeding and moaning in pain, men and wipe the blood from your lip, you didn't avoid wounds yourself, things like that only happen in books.

"What are you doing here?" You asked a bit confused but embarrassed as well, he's never seen you as messy as you were now.

"It doesn't matter, are you okay?" Blond haired stood in front of you and gently lifted your chin to examine the wounds.

"Yeah, I'm fine." You looked at the group still curled up and in pain. "I think they are not."

"They don't matter now." Tsukasa looked and sounded concerned and scared. "Let's take care of you."

Takajo grabbed your elbow and led you a few steps away from the place of the incident, but suddenly he stopped, turned back and walked slowly to the men. Without a problem, he grabbed one of them by the shirt, brought him closer to his face and whispered in his ear:

"You better don't mess with her. Next time she won't be that generous."

And he left, letting the man fall to the ground with a loud thud.

"Let's go." Again you were grabbed, this time by the wrist, and led towards the place only Tsukasa knew about.

You didn't ask anything, so did he. You were silent, enjoying the companion and rethinking decisions.

"Sit here." Finally the silence was interrupted by Tsukasa pointing the bench. "I'll be back."

You only nodded and obediently sat on the wooden bench by the playground.

Again the nostalgia hit you, you loved this place as a kid, you'd spent hours here by yourself on the swings or with Madoka. You felt the smile coming up to your lips. It hurt a bit, your bottom lip was cut in a few places, but you didn't mind it too much.

"Okay." Tsukasa showed up as quietly as a ghost and sat next to you on the bench. "Show me your wounds."

"Those aren't that serious." You whispered but turned your face his way.

When he touched your face with his cold fingers, the chills ran up your spine, making you shiver a bit.

"The guys out there...." Started Tsukasa as he was cleaning the cuts and bruises under your eyes and on the cheeks. "You gave them a lesson."

"Fujio taught me some tricks, I used them in self-defence." You shrugged with a little smile. "They were in the wrong place at the wrong time."

Takajo's smile was saying one thing, "I'm proud of you." So were his eyes, that were scanning your face for injuries.

"Okay, all done." Tsukasa put the last band aid on the wound on your forehead and gently caressed it, slowly moving his hand to the lost strand of your hair that he put behind your ear.

His cold fingers were touching your skin as he was going down your face, finally resting on your cheek, that was still red from the fight but also from his touch.

Your lips trembled, ready to say something but failed. Your eyes locked with Tsukasa's but only for a second because you dropped the gaze.

"Thank you." You whispered with a gentle smile that hid under your hair that fell down.

To show how grateful you were, you touched every and each band aid with fingertips.

"I didn't cover your lip injuries because you wouldn't be able to talk..." Explained briefly Takajo, sitting straight, his side facing yours.

"Don't worry about that. Some for sure would be happy if I were silent." You joked, having Fujio in mind.

Tsukasa chuckled quietly, making you feel those butterflies in your stomach. You loved this sound, it was so calming and gentle. You could listen to it every day.

Suddenly, your phone rang in your pocket so you quickly reached for it and looked at the screen. Fujio.

"Excuse me." You said and picked up. "What's up? Yeah I'm coming. Yeah. See you. I'm sorry."

"Nah, that's okay." Assured you Takajo.

"Fujio called. Said I should be coming home." You explained with a sad smile. "Guess I will be going."

"I'll go with you." Said Tsukasa. "I'm going this way anyway."

Your eyes brighten and widen. Was your life a book? Was it all real?

"Y-yeah, sure. Let's go." You both got up from the bench and headed one way in silence.

Blond haired hid his hands in his pockets, as usual, and started walking by your right side, the side closer to the main road.

You really felt like in a movie.

"It's here." You pointed at the wooden door and smiled. "Thank you for your help with those..."

You again touched your band aids and smiled a bit wider.

"But your lips...." Started Tsukasa but you interrupted him.

"Don't worry about that. You did a lot."

"I hope it helps." After saying that, Tsukasa came closer and left a gentle kiss on your lips.

Butterflies went crazy, breath disappeared but this warm feeling inside took it place. When the blond haired moved away a bit, you looked him in the eyes with this innocent but happy light.

"Take care." Tsukasa ruffled your hair and walked away like nothing had happened.

It took you a moment to properly understand what just happened. After blinking for some time and thinking too much, you turned around and came to your home.

"Hi! Where hav-" Fujio, who came to greet you, stopped in the middle of the way and went silent after seeing you on the floor with back against the door and a big smile on your face. "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah." You whispered and nodded. "Yeah."

[skyler-moose]

ok so like, infinite. right?

so we are coming up to the release of SXSG and i want to talk about this guy, cus he might be in it. I talked about this very topic on a different thred and twitter.

I went to go read the comic, read the song lyrics, and watch all the cutsenes (i haven't played forces). Studying* all of this leads me to one conclusion. they forgot to make it all connect.

so like squad jackal, they look like they could be family since they look so similar (fir and eye colour) but that is mostly just speculation. even so i think he does care about them (keep this in mind) and he likes them.

i feel like he wants them to have a better life and hes a little sick of this life. (even though he wants to be the ultimate mercenary ¯\_(ツ)_/¯) and thats his motivation some lyrics in his theme even point to this "When everything you know has come and gone (You are at your lowest, I am rising higher) Only scars remain of who I was (What I find in the ashes, you lose in the fire) When there's no one left to carry on (This is an illusion, open up your eyes, and) This pain persists, I can't resist But that's what it takes to be infinite"

"'Cause if you're messing with me I am a dangerous weapon I am the sharpest of blades I'll cut you down in a second 'Cause I was born in this pain It only hurts if you let it So if you think you can take me Then you should go and forget it"

but here is the problem. In the game he seems like nothing other then "i want to rule the world cus evil" there's some dialog saying that his whole squad was k!lled and he get orders from egg man to go take out shadow who just took out squad jackal.

but now he has no motivation, like you would think hed want to kale shadow but he doesn't really do that, its mostly just kida floating around breaking all the phantom ruby prototypes. and yeah he could recreate squad jackal with the ruby but they wouldn't have like a soul so i dont think hed so that.

and yaknow that one part were shadow calls him weak? yeah that left a bad taste in everyone's mouth just thinking doesn't like being called weak and thinks hes strong. But the context is so bad thanks to the righting. none picked up on the fact that HIS WHOLE SQAUD WAS JUST KILED BY SHADOW, AND CALLED USELESS.

he doesn't sound (or even look) very sad but i don't think he would be a sopping mess of tears for anything.

Alright i should have said in the start that i suck at righting on the fly, but im going to try to tie all my points together.

First, infinite was very likely born into life of killing and being a nomad. second, he has been doing this a while and has grown sick of this life. third, he wants a better life for himself and his squad so he can be the ultimate mercenary without having too worry about being forced to do it. fourth, the people he wanted a better life for are all dwead thanks to shadow, and now he has to go and face shadow not in the right head space to do so or be prepared for a teleporting hedgehog who is the ultimate lifeform. and now he puts a mask and a very powerful rock. to get revenge (even tho he doesnt really go after shadow idk man¯\_(ツ)_/¯).

follow all that? yeah the game explains nearly NON of this to the player. in base forces infinite is just generically evil and wants to rule the world with or without egg man. in episode shadow, hes treated like a joke who hates being called weak. yeah squad jackal is mentioned but the player knows nothing about who they are just that infinite is there leader.

i feel like infinite is and can be good but they just didn't make him good just put a bunch of things that WOULD make him good but didn't put it together.

if you read all of this and somehow followed it. thank you so much. i want to make it clear that I'm an infinite fan and do like him.

[nightcrawlerzincorporated]

I'm curious about what your opinion on dtamhd is?

I talked about it a bit when the episode first came out, but I'll summarize my thoughts for the new folk. This is all just my personal opinion/interpretation, feel free to disagree, etc etc

I really like DTAMHD! Dennis is my favorite boy and I enjoy being with him for 20 minutes and watching him bop around trying to keep his cool and be kind to people while he slowly loses his mind. I fuck very heavily with the idea that Dennis actually does try to be calm and kind most of the time, he just gets overwhelmed by his own emotions and lashes out because he has no healthy outlit or healthy coping mechanisms. And he refuses to accept help from others because he doesn't trust anyone but himself with his mind and body because growing up every adult in his life that we know of abused him in some way. So when he has a problem, like high blood pressure, he keeps it all inside and tries to deal with it himself, which just makes him more stressed and miserable. I really like all the little things in his fantasy that actually do highlight parts is his real life, like him having to be on Frank's family plan, forever tied to him and relying on him even as an adult, or him crying "nightmare nightmare please somebody help me". We love to see a man suffer on this blog. But that's the aspect of the episode people usually don't have a problem with. Let's get more controversial

My interpretation of the ending is that Dennis did not actually lower his own blood pressure, he's just so stuck in this fantasy version of his life where he has control and where things can't hurt him that he blocks out the negative information and replaces it with positive. I don't see it as a "win" for Dennis because I don't think he succeeded at all in actually changing anything. I think the fact that the gang's phone call at the end is the exact same one that's explicitly a fantasy is supposed to clue us in that this is fake too, the difference is Dennis isn't aware that it's still a fantasy because he's so wrapped up in his own idea of himself as someone who CAN lower his own blood pressure and someone who the gang needs and relies on. So he has these purposeful fantasies to help him cope, but those fantasies still bleed in to real life and color his perception of himself and the world even though he thinks to himself that he's in control of the fantasy. But much like how he can't actually control his physical health, he can't control his mental health either, and this constant fantasizing that he can do all these things has led him to see a distorted version of reality where he doesn't have to change or grow or learn. Which is kind of the core of the whole show if you think about it. I do agree completely with the criticism that Dennis actually having the ability to lower his own blood pressure is stupid, so I get hating the end if you see it as him returning to reality and being successful in his endeavors, but that's not how I see it, so it's not an issue for me.

I can also understand why people could see the heart eating scene as a serial killer Dennis thing and dislike it because of that, but that's not how I saw it at all. It's really goofy and cartoony and obviously not real when he rips the guy's heart out and eats it; it's not about killing someone (the guy doesn't even look hurt at all, he just stands there watching Dennis—I think a real murder fantasy would focus on the pain and dying but it’s not about that, it’s about defeating a metaphorical evil, not a literal man) it's about oversimplifying the world. There’s so many fun different ways you can interpret the CEO, like that he represents Dennis’ relationship with himself or with the world or with his parents, etc. I think if you detach yourself from the literal image and look at things in a more abstract, metaphorical way it makes the scene and the episode as a whole more enjoyable—but I understand that’s not something everyone is interested in doing.

That’s why it doesn’t just feel like a retelling of Glenn’s real life experience to me—I think there’s a lot of Dennis-specific ideas and systems (lol) throughout the episode that give it more symbolism and weight and makes it into a good (imo) narrative.

And I get why, if you’re the type of person who feels a Sunny season should end with a story about the entire gang, or about the gang helping one of them do something big, or something similar, DTAMHD would be disappointing, but I personally have no expectations for what a Sunny finale “should” be, so I wasn’t bothered by the fact that Dennis never opened up to anyone or had any real growth. I was just along for the ride.

I really enjoy the fact that the episode has a lot you can read into and a lot that’s open to interpretation, but that’s also the exact reason different people came away with such different views of the episode. I love when Sunny takes risks and makes unique episodes like this. And I like watching Glenn Howerton smear blood all over his mouth