#absoulte must reads!!!

[ellearts]

what’s ur favorite traditional art supply?

also, what’s ur favorite book? i need more book recommendations 💕

Sadly I do not do traditional art nowadays a lot, but I just use my typical 1 € pencil and some soft coloured highlighters!! ^^

My favourite books rn is "Animal Farm" by George Orwell and "the Trial" by Franz Kafka. Another absoultely favs I don't own/ read sadly are: "I have no mouth and I must scream" by Harlan Ellison and "House of Leaves" by Mark Z Danielewski

[silvernyxchariot]

⚠️CW: Me ranting⚠️

I was going to let it go, but... She gave me Karen vibes, the ones at the store that screech, "Excuse me! I don't like your attitude!😡"

And I was so excited to share my Kaveh DPS build too while it was still a work in progress (R1 Redhorn with 4pc Deepwood set (ATK% sands, Dendro dmg goblet, and Crit circlet)). But someone just had to ruin it. Of course, it was on HoyoLab.

:readmore:

Well, I'm going to be aggressive now. 🙄

I am capable of using a dictionary and thesaurus, for one thing, and idioms. Even so, I type what I mean unless I'm using tone indicators, italics, bold, or strikeout font to emphasize a different tone of voice. Hence, also my use of the disclaimer, "⭐️ My work is for entertainment and personal purposes. Do not take, translate, repost, or use it for profit."

So, for the eight millionth time (and I feel like I have to add that to EVERY post), I did not ask for build/team "help" or "advice." You're not helpful. You're intrusive. And overall, annoying as fuck. Just stick with the other meta players because I do not want you here or on my posts. People are free to express themselves, yes, I can't stop them. But seriously, shut the fuck up. I block as many people as I can but they just keep coming out of the woodworks.

If you do genuinely want to help, don't start off with "That's a weird choice of gear you made here..." and "As a Kaveh DPS player with a very well invested Kaveh... he won't deal that much," in your first sentences. You are NOT going to generate a good conversation. Your casual tone indicates familiarity. We're not friends. And "As a Kaveh DPS player with a very well invested Kaveh... he won't deal that much damage," so you're telling me you can't build this character to do what you want him to do. You don't actually put effort into farming that artifact RNG or put love into this character. That sounds like your fault.

I love Kaveh. And I love building him in every which way possible. I've looked at other players' builds, game websites, guides, YouTube, and do this thing called RESEARCH on my own.

Same person, just new pfp with a profile frame. I used a computer/browser because I just blocked them, jfc. 🙄 Alt text provided if you can't read the photos.

R: That's a weird choice of gear you made here... where are you playing him? Because if he's on-field on a bloom team, then he'd like to use a more supportive build I think (which means more EM, and definitely more ER, getting his burst must be an absoulte nightmare right now). And if he's the on-field DPS for a spread comp, he needs lots of love and a different set.

Me: As I've said in the post, "Kaveh's basic bloom build has been complete for the past couple of months, so I decided to give him new ✨accessories.✨" He has plenty of EM in that build. The team composition is up to me; I'm not asking for help.

(I wanted to share my Kaveh build. Not ask for advice. There was no question mark in my post. Build YOUR Kaveh and his team however the you want. And I will do the same.)

[R]: Fair enough, I was merely curious because your build is far away from his usual builds, and as a Kaveh player myself. I was interested to know your team comps. You don't need help, fine, sorry for offering generic advice I guess. Still, I'm feeling a tinge of uneeded aggressivity here.

(Since when is stating plain fact or quoting one's self showing "aggressivity." Just don't butt in when someone ISN'T ASKING FOR HELP.)

Me: Don't worry about it.

[R]: I'm not worried, just slightly confused by your behaviour. It's unusual, even by this platform standards. But hey, at least I was surprised, doesn't happen that often nowadays. So thanks, I guess.

(It's giving me stuck up, private school girl vibes. "I'm not worried," so I see common vernacular goes right over your head. Last time I checked, "Don't worry about it" means "leave it alone.")

[R]: As a Kaveh DPS player with a very well invested Kaveh... he won't deal that much. He's decent, but he's not meant to be a DPS.

("He's not meant to be a DPS," no fucking shit. That doesn't stop people from building characters they love, their way. 🤨)

Me: Stop bothering me.

(And then, I blocked her. I'm not dealing with these fuckers any longer than this.)

If you find this, Karen who's username starts with an R, I will block you still on every platform.

It's always the Ganyu mains and pfp. Fuck.

[fratboyvivimatthews]

guys i fucking love this. i love this with all my heart and god i can’t explain to you what it made me feel. i cried. like seven different times. it’s such a MASTERPIECE. please please fucking read this. i love it. we love this. i have never loved anything this much. i always love reg’s pieces and i love this. this is so amazing. i can’t even express how much i love this. i can’t put it into words. like i dunno why i’m still rambling on

just fucking read it. it’s a masterpiece that you’ll love.

our last summer - jack hughes

wc: 1279 i got this idea while watching total drama island. don’t ask.

dear y/n,

hi y/n/n! i think lacey said we’d get these when we turn 16 so the next time someone will see this we’re gonna be 16 years old. that’s crazy to think about! but it’s also sad. we won’t see each other when we’re 16 years old. 

i hope by that time i’m getting ready to go to the nhl! i want you at my first ever nhl game. because lacey said to write this letter to our favorite person and you’re my favorite person y/n. i’m going to miss you i hope you know. i haven’t told you this yet but my parents are talking about moving back to the united states if quinn goes to a special hockey program. i don’t want to leave, y/n. i hope you know that. i hope you aren’t mad at me if i have to leave.

like i said, i’m really going to miss you. i’m going to miss everything we did every year. even when you glued glitter all over my arm. or the water balloon toss and we’d always be each other’s partner and we’d always win! and how we’d always make smores together at the fire and you’d say how much marshmallow i got all over my face and how you’d always burn your marshmallow! i can hear you right now. “because it tastes better!” i still disagree with you there y/n/n. no one likes burnt marshmallows. i’m going to miss chasing each other around the pool after the ice cream social every year and pushing each other in and then getting into trouble. and sneaking out of our cabins with jason and patrick to explore. i don’t want us to leave y/n. it hurts me to think that we might never see each other again. 

please don’t ever forget me. i won’t ever forget you i can promise you that. we’re gonna make sure we find each other again, okay y/n? i’m not going to lose you and you’re going to be at my nhl draft and you’ll be at my first ever nhl game. i can’t do that without you.

i love you, 

jacky 

by the end of jack’s letter you have tears streaming endlessly down your cheeks. you don’t know how many times you re-read the ten year old boy’s letter, his scribbles he called handwriting, and before you knew it there were teardrops on the faded lined paper. it had been four years since you last saw jack - as soon as you got your first phone and gotten instagram the first thing you did was try to find jack - and you did. but it seemed your follow to him got lost in the thousands of other girls following him a day and he didn’t follow you back. so to say the least, you were heartbroken. 

but you were able to see how successful he was - he was playing for the national development program and by the looks of it, he was having a blast with all his new friends. and you had known you had been replaced. part of you had even wondered if jack cared enough to even read your letter.

dear jacky boy,

i tried so hard to think of what to say. so hard that it’s probably two in the morning and i’m writing this in my cabin. i really don’t know what to say jacky. i don’t know what’s going to happen after we leave next summer. i’ll be in north bay and you’ll be all the way in toronto with your family. all i know is that i loved every second we spent together the past few years. you always gave me something to look forward to jacky, even if it meant i spent my summer away from my normal friends because i knew i always had you. but now jacky our time is coming to an end. what am i supposed to do without you?

i’m going to miss everything. from swimming in the lake and you pushing me in, sneaking into the kitchen to make milkshakes just because we felt like it, catching fireflies, huddling around the fire together, the paint war we had last year! that was my favorite. i found purple paint on my clothes even when i was back home. what i’m saying is, jacky. i’m going to miss you so much. i hope we find each other after this. i hope you get to the nhl and i get to say that’s my best friend! but until we get there we have to cherish the time we have left.

i love you my jacky boy,

y/n/n

except, jack never got your letter. 

he was right. when he was fourteen his parents finally broke the news: they’d be moving to michigan so quinn could play for the national team. and then eventually him, and then even luke. so to you? it felt like jack hughes had completely forgotten about you. but who was to blame?

you couldn’t help it. there were days you couldn’t help but scroll through jack’s instagram page looking back on the old photos he had posted and he had no clue you had even followed him. but today, today was different. jack had posted a photo, a pretty blonde perched in his lap, a soft smile adorning his face. and it felt like a suckerpunch right to the heart. jack hughes: the boy you spent all your summers with goofing around was happy without you. the boy you kissed during a dumb game of truth or dare when you were eleven. sure you were young - but there was something there. all of your friends teased you about it every single summer before then, and the rest of the summer for your last year at the camp.

as much as your heart is screaming at you not to, you double tap the photo that had been posted only a few hours prior, then turning off your phone with your eyes blurry with your tears. 

jack almost never looked at his notifications - they were always filled with comments from girls that knew nothing about him other than his name and the fact he played hockey. but he refreshes his activity page, and his heart nearly stops seeing the familiar name on the screen. your name. 

“luke!” jack yells, nearly jumping up from his spot on the couch to go into the kitchen where his little brother was. “does this say what i think it says?”

he shoves the phone in luke’s face so much he has to pull his head back a little bit. “that says y/n l/n- JACK!” luke’s eyes go wide and he does double takes looking from jack’s phone to jack’s face. “that’s y/n! like, your childhood sweetheart y/n!”

“i know it is! oh my fu- oh my god,” jack lets his hand run down his face. “how can i be so stupid? i never even tried to find her, or, or to contact her or anything! she follows me, luke. how long has she been following me but i didn’t know it? and-and the photo i see she liked? with fucking chelsea!”

“jack you gotta dm her. or follow her. or something. she’s literally your soulmate, there’s no way she isn’t.” luke looks at his older brother who’s clearly in distress.

“but what about-”

“i don’t care about chelsea and neither should you. now suck it up and follow her.” jack nods affirmatively, clicking on your profile.

your phone screen lights up, along with the words, ‘jackhughes_ has requested to follow you.’ 

[kozisjournal]

𝒇𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒆- 𝑘𝑎𝑡𝑠𝑢𝑘𝑖 𝑏𝑎𝑘𝑢𝑔𝑜𝑢

round two, let's go !

warnings: blood mentions, and cursing, but that's about it.

notes: this katsuki bakugou is the king of dragons, i've had the absoulte worst brainrot for this over the past couple days so, wrote this and prayed it would help... it didn't but, it was worth a shot. words: 1.5k

enjoy !

battle was always… tricky for katsuki. on one hand, he loved it. he was well trained by both parents. yet on the other, there was this feeling. he couldn’t even begin to explain it. but there it sat in the pit of his stomach once again, like an itch he couldn’t scratch. everyone told him to ignore it, push it down, use it as fuel for the fire that burned in his deep ruby eyes. he couldn’t stop the grimace that steadily built its way across his face as his falcata plunged into another torso.

he’d never get used to the sound of destruction he left in his wake, his army crying out with each savage movement. they wanted him to keep going, so he must. reclaim the lands that were once theirs, and kill anyone that stood his way. his leg raised to kick the poor bastard off his sword, the urge to gag settling on the back of his tongue. the scent of blood hung over his head as it trailed down his arm, sticky and dark, yet his eyes still moved to find the next extra to drive his sword through.

an unfamiliar wail rang in his ears. it sounded inhuman, and so angry. defeated almost. he couldn’t get distracted now, taking a few steps through the blood soaked grass under his boots, then he heard it again… what the fuck?

“this is what your king wants, isn’t it? for your useless race to die along with the rest of your villages.”

how had that elf gotten past him? his body tensed, feet stabling under him, sword raised and ready for impact. without so much as another breath, he darted through the crowd, threading between other pairs fighting, until he felt a crack. katsuki looked through his lashes, evil smirk plastered across his lips while a disheartened chuckle passed them.

“the last thing i want is for my people to die by the hands of you scum.”

by its own will, his wrist twisted, a nasty sound coming from the man he’d just impaled on his blade. a calloused hand pushed him away, then without looking, the same hand extended out to who he’d just saved. they pushed it away, and that caught his attention. his gaze moved to meet theirs, one brow raising while he looked over their smaller figure.

“i didn’t need your help. i had it under control.”

“alright, whatever. next time i won’t save your ass then.”

within a blink of bright red eyes, he was the one looking up, cold metal pressed across his neck.

“good, last thing i need is your help.”

his hands came to rest on either side of his head, palms up in surrender while he studied their face. he’d never seen them within the kingdom. maybe they were a villager? it didn’t really matter… they were beautiful. the king, of course, couldn’t believe in love at first sight. after he took home this win, he was to be married to a fae princess. everyone knew that, so why did it feel like his heart had completely stopped? clean air scrubbed away at his lungs as they drew in a deep breath.wait, did they say something…?

“ya gonna get up, king? or are you gonna keep giving me that weird look?”

shit! they were already on their feet, now extending out a hand of their own, much smaller than his. it was kinda cute… no! no, no, no. not cute.. um.. so what was it then? he brushed himself off once he was standing, his fingers twitching. is he nervous? no, he couldn’t be. the king of dragons doesn’t get nervous from a simple glance. they cleared their throat, pulling him from his internal monologue of confusion. within that moment, y/n’s own face began to heat at the feeling of king katsuki’s hand still wrapped around theirs. the skin felt soft against his own, dried blood and a lifetime of training coated his hand like a blanket. y/n could almost feel the weight of an entire kingdom within it, a sense of pride filling their chest as they examined the king again.

“thanks for saving me… i guess. don’t let that go to your already inflated ego though.”

katsuki could only laugh, shaking his head and, regretfully, pulling his hand from their grasp.

“yeah, yeah. maybe watch yourself and i won’t have to come rescue you again.”

“you make it sound like i was a damsel in distress.”

“well… ow-!”

They landed a swift hit to the crown of his head, looking up at him with a confusing expression. katsuki couldn’t read it at first, there was a mix of both anger and half of a smile written across their face.

“didn’t i tell you to not let that go to your head, you oaf.”

“yeah, you did. but last time i checked. i’m the king, and you’re the smallest warrior in this battle.”

a pair of arms moved to cross over their chest, while a pout, clear as day, sat across their lips. that was it. katsuki could feel a smile tug at the corners of his own lips, attempting to stifle a laugh, but failing miserably. they wanted to land another smack, however, if they did, that would only give the king another reason to laugh.

“what's so funny, your highness?”

the title brought him back down to earth, the light hearted expression now becoming no more than a dream to the pair.

“we gotta war to win… i’ll see you out there.”

their head turned, eyes narrowing as they scanned across the horizon, katsuki’s hand extending out to rest against their exposed shoulder.

“fight with me.”

“what?!”

with the most dumbfounded expression they could muster, their eyes moved to look over the king in front of them, instead of the dwindling battle.

“what? want me to repeat it? i don’t want anymore of my people to get hurt, and it looks like you’ve fought hard already.”

“so you want me, a complete stranger, to fight by your side?”

he only nodded, his own gaze now moving to examine the ongoing fight. maybe this was a terrible idea. the worst he’d ever come up with. but right now the only thing that mattered to him was keeping his people safe, and y/n was one of them. instead of disregarding his request, they stood beside him, readying their own weapon.

“i don’t think i ever got your name.”

“yeah, you can get it after we win. sound fair?”

he looked over them again, a sly smile sitting across his face while he gave a short nod.

“better make sure we win then. let’s go.”

he sped off without a second thought, roaring with nothing but excitement now. the itch had been scratched. he wouldn’t have to explain why battle was so tough for him anymore. he’d found his reason for fighting. a partner. y/n watched him run off with a sort of amazement coursing through them. maybe the king wasn’t as bad as everyone said he was. sure, he seemed kinda dumb but it was almost endearing.

the pair fought seamlessly, covering for each other when needed, taking turns on ending strikes. they stayed side by side until the end, and katsuki caught himself staring in awe more than once. there was something soothing about having a partner out there. someone to share a win with, someone to trust. by the gods, it’s been so long since he’s found someone he could trust in a fight. this was something he could get used to it. now. the king wasn't supposed to get attached to someone he just met, much less someone he’d most likely never see again. but they did meet again. plenty of times after that.

after a month of what seemed like endless fighting, the elfan people finally gave up, pathetically waving a white flag in figure eights. katsuki’s army stood behind him, raising their weapons in victory, jumping and dancing like the barbarians they truly were, and one again caught his attention. his shorter battle partner sprinted towards him, wrapping him in a tight hug, weapon now lying idle on the ground beside them. the two stayed like that for what seemed like years, holding each other and basking in the glory of the sucess they’ll be taking home. he felt something whispered into his skin, eyebrows knitting a story of confusion, slowly pulling away from the smaller figure in his hold.

“sorry.. what was that?”

“y/n. that’s my name.”

he stood completely dumbfounded, all this time, they’d been joined at the hip. throughout long grueling days and cold nights, they’d been at each other’s sides. and yet, king katsuki was just getting their name.

“you always have this dumb look on your face. you understand how introductions work, right?”

“yeah.. of course i do. ours was just different, that's all.”

“just don’t forget who covered you out there. i’m going back home.”

his head nodded slowly, offering them a smile in return. and that was it, they turned on their heel and walked in the opposite direction while hoards of warriors within the dragon kingdom celebrated around him. it only took a moment for that devilish smirk to spread across his lips, following behind them, and leaving his more than tired army behind...and he never met that fae princes, either, for the record.

[livcosmos]

September/October stories and struggels

Happy spooky season everyone!!! It’s been a while since we last talked, school has be crazy and I feel like I am going more insane as the days pass but I finally found a little free time to chatch up with you. Considering that I had so little time those past weeks, I watched quite a few movies, most of them movies I wanted to watch since forever and I’m really happy I finaly got to see them plus I’m even more exited to discuss them!

So starting with the movie I watched back at the beginning of september. I hate it when I don’t get to write those discussions right after I finish that certain movie or book because I don’t remember all the details and I hate not remebering all the details but there is nothing we can do about it now, I took notes tho while watching so we have at least some of the details.

Starting of with ‘Chemical Hearts’, I was so super excited to watch this one because I absolutely love Lili Reinhart and I was so so so excited to see her in this movie, besides that, a few years ago I started reading the book this movie is based on and I was even more excited because of that. Lili was absoultely stunning in this movie I love her and I loved her as Grace! I remember feeling so inspired after watching this movie, I wanted to take out my notebook and write, I think the best movies and the best books are those who inspire you those who leave you with louds of ideas, the ones that make you want to do something as inspring, I love that feeling and this movie definitely gave me this feeling, I absolutely loved it. It also had sooo many beautiful phrases full of thruth they bescaly exposed what it’s like to be a teenager and I loved that! I wanted to write down all those wise phrases so so beautiful!! As I said before I loved Grace so much and it was so painfull to see her go trough all those phases but it was also so relatable and the fact that in the end she and Henry didn’t got back together made the whole thing even better because that’s just life you think youre going to be together forever but that’s not how it realy goes and high school it’s just a little portion of youre life and then your paths divide...it’s sad but its very true! I also love (ok I am deffently using the word love way to offten I’m really sorry..) how she said that one time that she is broken and he should’t try to fix her like one of his pots (by the way I loved that thing with breaking the pots and than rebuilding them and the parallel to Grace....ahhhh just perfect😍😍) because he couldn’t fix her, that sentace stayed with me since than, I found it sooo sooo beautiful!!! I highly recomend this movie! 

I also finnaly, after such a long time, got to watch ‘Little Women’, I was ultra exited for this movie, I have the book laying around in my bookshelf for a year now and I wanted to read it but as I said earlier the time isn’t with me. And I normaly don’t do this but I diced to watch the movie before reading the book because I was way to exited for, it and guess what I more that enjoyed it, I loved it!!!!!! I can’t wait to read the book even tho of corse I got spoiled for it because I watched the movie first but the book is always better so I’m sure I will still love it!

This movie was as inspiring as Chemical Hearths, Jo inspired me so so much and jet again after whatching this I wanted to grab my notebook and write my own stroy (or better say continue it) I loved Jo, she was my favorite out of all the March sisters even tho I didn’t always agree with all her actions like how she refused to marry Laurie even tho I do get her point on marriage and I also very much agree with her but still I loved Laurie and it made me so so sad to see him suffer! Also I think I’m not the only one who after watching this movie got all obsessed with Timothée Chalamet!!!

But I guess Jo and Laurie are eally better friends than anything more because I really really liked their friendship! I also really liked Amy with her painting and all but oh boy I got so mad at her for stealing Laurie away ahhaah... but than I kind of made my peace with it I have learned to accept it because it must have been hard for her to live in Jo’s shadow and she had a crush on Laurie all her life. Ooooo but when she burned Jo’s papers oh my God I was fuming I was beyond mad I don’t even want to imaging what it must have been like for Jo! Another thing I absolutley loved about this story is that all the sister where so artsy, I love art so much and I found it so beautiful how each sister had her own art, Jo with the writing, Amy with the painting, Beth with the music, Meg with fashion, that was sooo sooo nice and their palys!!!! Ah God my hearth when they were making up all of those theater plays, absolutley lovely! As I mentioned Beth, I’m sure there is more about her in the book because even tho she is important for the story I feelt like there wasn’t much of her and I’m not sure I like her but only because we only saw so little of her. As for Meg I really really wanted to like her more because she likes fashion and everything but I don’t know... her wanting to marry so early and become a house wife... that ruined her a little for me because I have to admit I am with Jo on that one I feel like she could have done so much more in her life than what she got, I am reaching high as Jo, I don’t want such a “boring” life like Meg. Other that that I also really loved the time period they live in and I love how their mother thought them to be nice and so lovely, I love how they have given their Christmas food to that poor family and how they have been taking care of the so so beautiful! Ah but that guy, Friedrich something... I didn’t liked him at all and I don’t like it that Jo chose him in the end but what can one do... I’m really proud of Jo tho, that she didn’t give up and that she made it as writer and I am really looking forward to read the book!

Next we have ‘The Sun is also a Star’ movie, as I mentioned in one of my previous posts ‘The Sun is also a Star’ is one of my favourite books of all time ( by the way I found the notes I took while reading the book and I to this day regret not writing a discussion about it...) so I was very exited to see what they did with the movie and I had very high expectations! I must say I liked it of course it wasn’t as good as the book but it was all right I guess. There were tho some things that bothered me, I am aware that the movie can’t be exactly as the book but still I think those changes they made are kind of crucial and that’s why they bothered me so much. Starting with the fact that they made out of that one day where everything takes place into one day and a half like nooooo just no!!!! They ruined the magic of that one beautiful perfect day, the book starts in the morning and it ends at night with her leaving and not like in the movie the folowing day!!!! The other thing is that they left out that security guard lady, in the book for me that lady had such an important role and I can’t agree with them leaving her out in the movie! And this point also leads us to the ending, it bothered me that they didn’t found each other again in the airpale (with the help of the security guard lady) I cryed so much when I read that part and I don’t agree with how they made them meet again in that coffee shop it’s just not accurate! I know it’s impossible to do everything perfect and I konw I am beeeing nit-picking but still. And not to forget how they changed the thing with the lawyer guy, or better say how they left out that it was his fault that Natasha had to leave, because of his affair with his secretary, I still blame him and I don’t agree with him beeing so innocent in the movie! I know I have criticsed this movie a lot but I did enjoyed whatching it and did like it!

I also watched those new dance movies on Netflix the one with Sofia Carson, ‘Feel the Beat’ I believe it’s called and the other one with Sabrina Carpenter and Liza Koshy, ‘Work it’. I had such a great time watching them they gave me such happy feelings! I have to say tho that I liked ‘Feel the Beat’ more, in my eyes it was better than ‘Work it’ but they were both really good and funny! They made me want to dance again, I feelt really sad that I gave up dancing because I really love dancing and I belive that in an other life I was supposed to be a dancer but you can’t change the past...

Oh my how is it possible that I almost forgot to mention this amazing movie... I also watched Enola Holmes and my God did I have a great time watching it! It had everything I ever wanted, it was funny, it had mystery in it ( I always love myself a good mystery), it took place in London (London is my favourite city ever), there was British accet all over the place, it had action and not to forget Sam Claflin also had a role in it, (I love Sam Calflin)!  I also love Millie Bobby Brown and she was once again amazing! It was really really good I highly highly recomend watching it!!! (Not to repeat myself but this was also a very inspiring movie 😂😂)

And because I am already at it and I was more than excited when it came out I want to mention how much I love Shawn Mendes new song ‘Wonder’, that song is such a masterpeace I can’t listen to it enough I am basicly crying every time I hear it, because of how much I love it and how much it toches my hearth! The lyrics ahhhhhh......😍😍😍so so so beautiful I just can’t and don’t get me started on the music video! And when I watched the trailer to his documetary the other day I was screaming and crying at the same time with excitement I can’t wait to watch it!!! And I can’t wait to listen to the new album, December can’t come soon enogh! If all the songs on that album are as good as ‘Wonder’ I think I’m going to pass out!!

Can we also talk about how Ariana Grande is releasing a new album this month??!! Like how unespected and more than welcomed is that! The single is coming out tonight and I can’t wait for it!

Even tho I’m still on my One Direction phase from the summer and I don’t think it will ever go away, I still welcome this new music with all my hearth! ( Yes I am kind of 10 years to late with my obsession with One Direction but I don’t care I love them and they have totaly marekd my summer this year and they got me trough the hard days.) They are my happy place and my go to running songs! I also will forever love and treasure Harry Styles esspecially young Harry Styles like omg my heart😍😍! 

And because I started talking about it I have to mention it now because I forgot to do it in my ‘Chain of Gold booktalk’ the song ‘Slow Hands’ by our boy Nail I totally conect it with Matthew Fairchild, I can’t explain why but I do! I tend to do this thing where I conect a certain song with a book character, the one song I am obsessed with at that time I am reading a certain book tends to become the song of one of the characters and every time I listen to that song I think about that character. Like ‘Boyfriend’ by Ariana Grande is in my head Julian Blackthorn’s song and ‘Havana” by Camila Cabello Isabell Lightwood’s. Does that make sens? Probably not and I also got totaly of topic I’m really sorry!

I think I am going to end it here because this post is gotten way to long again. If you made it here thank you so much for readig and I hope to see you in my next never ending post😂😂😂! Have a great day!

[fratboyvivimatthews]

okay i love this. like ABSOLUTELY LOVE THIS. so yourselves a favor and read it. read the entire series because it’s amazing and what reg has planned is incredible, and addies adorable so there’s always that. but my best friend is working incredibly hard in this for all of you to enjoy so please please please take the time to read it because the effort, thought, and detail shes put in this is incredible. shes so talented and you can tell by this masterpiece she’s working on. so please please please READ IT.

someone like you - spencer knight

chapter one

wc: 6161

you keep your head down as you and your management team walk through the crowd of people that had gathered outside of the airport once word got out you were finally taking a break from the music industry. it wasn’t going to be very long - just the summer, so you had time to recoup and still spend your summer as an actual teenager. and without people watching and documenting your every single move.

“y/n, hurry up!” your manager, hope, yells, yanking roughly on your arm to keep you moving. because god forbid if you stopped for one second, you’d be trampled on the ground. 

but it’s hard. you’ve got girls of all ages – eight to twenty-something – yelling, trying to get your attention for a quick selfie or an autograph, even if it had to be on their arm. sometimes you felt awful, but sometimes you wished they would understand that you just needed a break. you were exhausted. you were physically and mentally drained.

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[runawayface]

Don’t ignore inspiration when it strikes... I certainly didn’t.  I was SO inspired by the wonderful Stardewinter artwork I received from @stardeworanges that I absoultely had to write an accompanying ficlet for it.  I don’t control the writing bug, it just does what it wants.  XD  For those who read Runaway, this ficlet isn’t compliant with that story but I don’t care.

~*~

It was insufferable, really, the amount of coy smiles and awkward glances Maru had to witness between Harvey and May on a regular basis.  Farmer May had been living in the valley for almost a year and although it was clear to Maru from the beginning just how perfect these two were together, it was clearly not so obvious to either of them.  Maru could see just how much Harvey pined for May, he wasn't exactly discreet when his eyes lit up the moment he saw her or the way his cheeks would flush any time she spoke to him.  May was equally transparent, exhibiting high-pitched nervous giggles every time Harvey attempted to crack a witty joke or engage in some painfully awkward banter.  They were both crazy about each other, Maru could see it plain as day, but somehow these two idiots just hadn't seemed to notice.

Spring, Summer, Fall, and most of Winter had passed this way before Maru could no longer take it.  Nearly a year of this mutual pining between Harvey and May was more than Maru could take and as it drew closer to the Feast of the Winter Star, Maru was becoming desperate to find a way to get these two lovebirds to finally kiss already.  She had tried a few plans already, all of them failures.  And yet as the holiday decorations were hung around town and she spotted a sprig of mistletoe hung up outside of the saloon, an idea struck her that was too perfect to pass up.  When no one was looking, she snatched the sprig of mistletoe and stuffed it in her coat pocket for the following day.

The next day, Maru knew, was May's annual physical.  Maru knew this, because she had already had to endure Harvey asking her about it nearly a dozen times throughout the week.  'Is May still on the schedule for her physical this week?', 'She hasn't cancelled, has she?', 'You've confirmed with her over the phone that she has the correct date and time?'. But this mistletoe... oh, this mistletoe would surely turn what was going to be an insufferable experience for Maru into something much more exciting.  Whether Harvey and May liked it or not, they were finally going to have to acknowledge their deeply buried feelings.  Maru arrived to work that day with a skip in her step and a bundle of mistletoe hiding in her pocket.

"Good morning, Doc!" Maru said cheerfully as she practically skipped across the room.

"Good morning, Maru," Harvey replied pleasantly.  "What has you in such a good mood today?"

"Must be that Winter Star spirit in the air," Maru answered with a shrug.

"Are all of our appointments confirmed for the day?" Harvey asked as nonchalantly as he could, though Maru could tell by the sudden nervous twitch in the corners of his mouth that he was asking about May.

"Huh... only one appointment on the schedule today and it's Farmer May," Maru mused.

"And... has she confirmed?" Harvey asked once more, his nervousness extending to his hands as he awkwardly fidgeted with a pen in his fingers.

"Yup, I sent reminder cards in the mail, voicemails, and talked to her on the phone yesterday just as you instruced," Maru replied with a weary sigh.

"Excellent," Harvey said with a shaky voice.  "I'll be in my office completing some paperwork, be sure to let me know when she arrives."

"Will do, Doc," Maru said with a nod.

The hours that passed were nothing if not amusing.  Harvey wasn't being smooth at all, he kept peeking his head into the waiting room every so often as though May would suddenly appear early for her appointment for no reason at all.  As the time for May's appointment drew closer, Maru chuckled to herself as Harvey came up with numerous weak excuses to poke his head into the waiting room, the weakest of all being that he wanted to make sure the magazines in the waiting room were all up-to-date.  When the time of May's appointment finally arrived, Harvey jumped nearly three feet in the air at the sound of the clinic door's bell ringing and May entered the waiting room.

"G-good afternoon, May," Harvey croaked timidly as though he had suddenly forgotten how to speak.

"Hi, Harvey," May replied with a coy smile.  Maru couldn't prevent herself from rolling her eyes, hopefully this would all be over soon.

"If I could just, uh, escort you to the back we can, er, we can begin your exam," Harvey stammered.  Maru could already see beads of sweat form at Harvey's brow despite the chilly air that had blown into the clinic from outdoors.

Harvey stepped aside as he held the door open for May and the two of them disappeared into the back of the clinic.  Maru could hear the sound of metal sliding against metal as Harvey pulled back the privacy curtain to show May to the examination table, then she heard the sound once more as the screen closed to give Harvey and May privacy to begin the appointment.  Maru knew that it wouldn't do either of them any good to spring this little scheme of hers at the start of the appointment, Harvey would never recover from such a thing and the appointment would never move forward.  Amusing as this all was, Harvey still had a job to do.

Maru kept her ears open during the entire appointment, despite the fact that Harvey would probably be giving her a lecture about doctor/patient confidentiality if he knew that she was eavesdropping.  Just as she heard the appointment reaching its end, she knew it was time to implement her plan.  It wasn't much of a plan, actually, just a well-placed sprig of mistletoe and hopefully the rest would fall into place.  Maru reached into her pocket to grab the mistletoe, then stood on the tips of her toes to hold it up and over the privacy screen, barely able to reach that high but she knew that they could both see her little surprise right away.  Harvey had been mid-sentence as he was reviewing May's chart aloud and she could hear him audibly gasp the moment the mistletoe was visible.  Maru would have paid any amount of money to see the looks on either of their faces in this moment.

"M-Maru!" Harvey called out, she could already hear how mortified he was just by the crack in his voice.

"Yeeeees?" Maru asked innocently, still holding the mistletoe over the privacy curtain.

"Th-this is just, I mean, wh-what are you trying to-" Harvey stammered, but he was wildly incoherent at this point.

"Oh, would you two just kiss already?!" Maru shouted playfully.

Even days later, Harvey never did tell Maru exactly what had happened on the other side of that curtain, but the smacking sound of lips against lips and the giddy expressions that May and Harvey had when they finally exited the privacy curtain was enough for Maru to know that her plan had been a raging success.

[serenagaywaterford]

Out of curiosity in your fics, was June Serena’s first lesbian experience? Because she seems like she at least has a small idea of what she’s doing.

Yup.

I debated a bit but ultimately I picture Serena as so repressed, so full of internalised (and externalised lbr although we never get any in canon, I just assume she would be) homophobia, so brainwashed by religion, so out of touch, and so full of comp het that she wouldn’t even DARE consider the option for herself. Like it’s just not something I could ever picture her doing prior to June literally ripping it free?

On the topic of her seeming to know what she’s doing... I mean... it’s not hard? Sex is really, really simple. It’s literally like... 80% instinct, 20% communication. In my experience anyway. But I dunno if I’m not average but sex is super easy to do well, even right away. It’s very natural if you actually like the person and are sexually attracted to them. I feel like it only gets difficult if someone doesn’t really want to do it (either they’re forcing themselves to do it, or they THINK they want to but don’t really recognise they don’t).

I mean sure there’s a few little awkward nuances about a new person’s body, but basically... it’s not rocket science. I wouldn’t expect Serena to be bad at sex tbh. But here’s the thing, I write from my own experience. The first time I slept with a woman I was in my mid-late 20s. I’d fucked men so much up til that point (also SUPER easy to do. They’re so fucking simple. it’s boring af and not nearly as stimulating or rewarding--but that’s cos I don’t care about them I suppose and was never as turned on. I was just a horny teenager who needed to fuck--and without getting into my deep past, i didn’t even know lesbians were a thing? liek not in a real way. they were just jokes. and also sins.) and I was nervous beforehand cos I thought “OMG! It’s gonna be so complicated and how will I know what to do?!” And literally... it took NOTHING. Honestly, when she started making out with me, and we got just topless, and I felt her boobs against mine, that was it. Literally. Gone. No more thinking after that, no more considering options, no more doubt. It was that exact moment. Pure instinct. And I was good at it immediately. There was one moment where I did something silly that only a “virgin” would do and we laughed about it but otherwise, absoultely nothing needed to be learned in a book or video or whatever. Your body just KNOWS. I find ESPECIALLY true with the same sex. Like I know my body, and her body is so similar, and if we have slightly different needs, that’s cool but the basic idea is the same. And honestly, we fucked for HOURS, all sorts of ways and yeah, eating a girl out for the first time takes a minute or two to figure out what things feel like on your tongue but otherwise, no problemo whatsoever. And as long as the other person is letting you know what works and doesn’t, it’s SUPER EASY. (and that can be done non-vocally, or with mere sounds, or with words. Any way.) It’s literally just... listening to their cues and being able to adjust. I mean... she did say to me she’d never slept with someone so enthusiastic before who could also do it well. (Her love of her life ex was... not good at sex. And her flings prior to me were a lot of pillow princesses and fake bi girls.) It helps that i fucking LOVE sex and have a lot of energy and drive. Constantly. and no shame lol. but i do realise that’s not everyone.

So, that’s just a long way of saying that even if you’ve never fucked another woman, there’s no reason you won’t be good at it your first time if it’s something you REALLY want to do, and you pay attention to them. So, Serena not being bad at sex her first time was... well, just based on my own experience, to tell the truth. I was with a dude for an incredibly long time considering... and one night with a woman and BOOM. suddenly the whole world shook and shifted. also sex with a woman when you’re gay feels so incredibly natural and easy and good that it seems pretty difficult for it to be... a poor experience. I’ve had shitty sex with men, ofc. but it’s just... well, you just know.

And all this isn’t to say that every single time you have sex it’s going to be awesome. Cos sometimes it’s weird or doesn’t work for some reason, or it’s frustrating. it happens. Just the idea that a first time MUST be bad/awkward/full of mistakes is something I feel... and I could be TOTALLY wrong... based on heterosexual first times. Cos most of those are a)teenagers when you barely know your own body let alone the opposite sex, and b)teeangers are weird in general and not good communicators, c)you’re a girl and it hurts to have a dick jammed into a barely moist vagina (cos boys are stupid and don’t understand foreplay and most girls are SO afraid of their first times they’re not wet enough and too tense cos they’re expecting it to hurt so it DOES hurt), and d)heterosexual sex is the norm and there is A LOT of bad het sex out there, from the female perspective anyway. A lot, a lot, a LOT of unsatisfied straight ladies in the world. (incidentally, my first time with a dude was not bad at all. it was actually good i suppose. comparatively. i was really drunk lol. but i had no fear so no stress or tension or dryness. didn’t bleed at all. didn’t come, but didn’t bleed like my best friends did. one bled for 3 days afterwards...)

 As a grown adult woman fucking another adult woman, where both people are really into it, I feel like you’d have to try pretty damn hard to fuck it up. the only thing that would is getting to far into your own head. Otherwise, it’s all super natural and fucking easy.

That’s why I don’t write awkward or shitty f/f first times. I just... it’s not my experience, nor any lesbian I’ve talked to either. I’m sure they exist... but it’s just not the norm. i think??

That all said, are you gonna be some lesbian sex superstar your first go around? no. there is still learning to be done, and techniques to learn and perfect. (and muscles to develop lol). I definitely got BETTER at it in time. (not that long a time tbh. again, it’s not rocket science lol). And the longer you’re with the same person, the better you can read them too and you know what they like, when they need it. that just comes with time, and sure you won’t have that your first time. nobody ever does.

So to me, Serena isn’t amazing at it, nor is she mediocre even. She’s good cos she’s INTO it, a lot. And her partner is into it A LOT too. and honestly when people are just really enjoying the sensations and experience, it’s hard for it to be mediocre. also, serena strikes me as a bit of a perfectionist lol so she wouldn’t really like to do anything she’s not immediately good at.

I dunno.

I just... Serena’s a sexual being, and a big ole lesbian who’s finally found her place where she belongs, and she jumps into that like a pig into shit. Or so the saying goes. I think. there’s a certain type of freedom and relief when faced with that, that sort of helps facilitate good sex... i dunno what i’m saying. it’s 4:30 in the morning lol and i’m tired af.

[anthro-cat]

so. furry lore...

ferals exist, furry society, furry activities, cities filled with furries...

furries and ferals. these two just give so much context as to why. the ferals became furries, they just stood up and wore clothes and did basic people stuff, but there must be a reason. the ferals were just normal animals and then something something magical stuff furries, i dunno?

also, if there maybe are humans in the furry world (its just a maybe), the humans adapted to their pets being their roommates or lovers or nemesis, being around furries would be an usual thing?

or. if there maybe were humans in the furry world... furries just found these cities lying around? maybe they'd reopen a Chilli's, or capitalism (not really recommended), or went searching for farms and wooden shacks in the countryside (like, for aesthetic?)

if there never were humans... hoo, that'd just be history, exept with furries. make houses, adore gods, have fun, try not to die...

also, what about fur patterns? it happens because of genes (children)? magic? paint?

maybe alternate universes!? furries just appear in the human world from a portal or something and start doing furry stuff (walking around and giving hugs)

first of all, i JUST remembered that Beastars exists, and that implies that what i just said was completely useless. i just want to read furry stories that people write (and i absoultely refuse to read or watch Beastars)

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[katebvsh]

Wow sorry to hear you suffer from that high sensibility to the sun, that must be difficult to endure during summer in Malta, but i hope living in such a beauty place worth it. And i hope you are having a good summer of rest form all that academic work. Hope the special things of summer, the personal special things, as for you: the cicades sing, the flip flops sound, or the mirages gives you some spiritual recreation and inspiration for endure the autumn and winter days. This month is so special in so many ways.

Thanks for your interest in asking back. My fav, i guess is the silence and solitude, the absoultely and complete solitude (in a confortable and postivie way i mean) i always asociate with this month in where everybody is out of this city, enjoying and being well, and therefore in where i can totally and pacefully work on my things. I love to work when people rest. Idnk why. But i find some kind of rejoice, a little bit twisted or perverted on it. lol. I also love the summer nights, cause i used to asociate them with watching movies and being carried by its topics. I dont like the cicades sound, i live too in a very sunny and hot place so that sound always contirubte to raise the termic sensation and gives me some kind of inability to think or headache. But i love the sound of the crikets at night. The last thing i like of this month is living it on a city. I would love to enjoy the charms of having a peaceful and domestic summer, working on my things, but in a country area, where i can walk by the afthernoons or where i can enjoy vast green valleys or woods. But its okey at least i dont live near the see or in a turistic place, i dont think i could stand that crowds of turists and idle people. But i love the sea, and its seals ;) 🦭🌞🌊

Yeah the skin condition seems to be quite rare here. And most doctors didn’t seem to know what it is exactly, but they were able to determine that the trigger seems to be exposure to UV light (some component in my sweat might also be involved interestingly enough. Taking showers super often helps or at least wiping my neck with a wet cloth) so they suggested the sunscreen. Thankfully I discovered Payot’s sunscreen this year and because of that this has been my first summer in years without any outbreaks <3 I’m very grateful

I think I understand what you mean about working in solitude. During the pandemic I was incredibly productive and handed in some of the best work I’ve ever produced! Far less distractions for sure. I love the cricket sound too :) and the sound of rain hitting a glass pane while you’re reading cozily indoors is lovely. Rainy days are often productive days for many students!

Do you have a favorite movie? Or movies? There are a couple that have been almost defining for me, but if I had to choose my favorite currently it would be Amadeus (1984)

Avoiding tourists and crowds here is something of a Herculean task…but I’ve gotten used to it. I’m glad you mentioned nature, the trees, the sea. Living so close to the sea is truly healing and therapeutic in a sense. I’ve also established something of a personal ritual. Every year there’s a public garden I visit sometime in the summer. I visit at least once a year, and more often if something significant or important happens in my life, some positive change, or a difficulty. Often I get the insights I’m looking for when I go there and spend some time in contemplation

Feel free to message me if you want to talk. You can also stick to sending anons I really don’t mind. As long as you’re comfortable. Either way I’m happy you messaged. Thank you very much and take care! Happy August wishes 🦭🍨💕

[aosgwab]

Week 3 Tables, Links & Images

This class continued covering the basics of html by looking at tables, links and images. After this class combined with my practice during the week I have really started to get a clear understanding of html and how it is used. I have began to recognize html code and understand how it is written. I have also been examining the websites I browse during the day and trying to identify the code being used. 

Key Learnings:

Tables are good ways to organise data, should not be used for structure. 

Tables are in grid form, made up of rows and columns.

Tables are written row by row.

Hypertext is text that creates links to other documents.

Links point the user to a diffirent html document.

Images pull another resource into the document

Links are created using <a href=“http://website.ie”>linktoclickon</a>

The absoulte URL must be used to link to another website.

Relative links are used to link to a page on same website, the location of the page relative to the current page. relativelink.html

Server info is organised with directories (folders).

Sub-directories are folders located within directories.

Path = file location address on computer.

Root folder = main folder.

Child = sub folder of bigger folder.

Parent = Opposite of child folder.

To link to files in same folder = only name of file is required.

To link to sub-directories = parent/child.html

To link to parent directory = ../parent.html

Email link use ‘mailto’.

Always open links in a new tab using ‘target=“_blank”’.

Use id’s to assign identifiers to an element. These can be used to link to another part of the same page.

Images set the tone for a website.

Alternative text must be applied for users that cannot read.

Width attribute must be applied to each image.

It’s not advised to resize images.

Key Code:

<table>

<tr> = table row.

<td> = table data.

<caption> = give the table data a caption.

<th> = gives a row or column a head.

<colspan> = indicates how many columns a <th> or <td> should run across.

<rowspan> = indicates how many rows a <th> or <td> should span.

<a> = creates a link. <a href=“”></a>.

folder/sub folder.html

../parent folder.html

mailto = email link

target=“_blank” = open link in new tab.

id = links to another part of same page. the href must start with #.

<img>

src = <img src=“”>

alt = alternative text.

width attribute.

<figure> = image text.

<figcaption> = picture caption.

[kiontheblogger-blog]

The lost souls at midnight

Chapter 2- It’s a brand new day 

As most of us feel after a night out, I feel like absoulte shit to what I was last night. It’s a day of being incomplete and a day of rest to which is in dying need. As sit there, watching the the morning jogs in there workout gear whilst listening to there pump up music and the yoga morning club doing there I don’t know what routines in the public park, I sit there with Jendal, eating the pies of which the baker cooked early in the morning whilst having another smoke and cheap coffee. It’s a time of which the sun blinds you to the point of wherein sunglasses if so it’s not the hangover or the actual time of day. 

I start to think about what Jendal said about manhood and him learning off me, I didn't understand what he meant by learning off me.... had to say something “When you were talking to me early today about you learning off me to become a man, what did you mean?”. He looks out to the yoga group and says “cause of you not screwing up as much as I did, for you sticking at school or not getting yourself in trouble to ruining your chance of getting out of this place, you are more of a man then anyone in this town, even people who are twice your age, you are more of a man then them.......I’m just the kid who never had a father and just; screwing up in life”. 

I was lost for words but treid my best to not show it, how can you respond to something like that when your half dead from last night, I had to think of something fast or otherwise I will sound like a dick. Jendal was right about him getting himself in trouble, getting caught with drug possesion at school and been given second chances from getting straight A’s in every class. he was a smart one but demons were in his head and taking control of having a off switch to having drugs sometimes to having drugs all the time, he sobered up but everyone never let go and still sees him as a drug addict or dealer of his generation of teens in his town that he calls home. 

“It’s never to late for change buddy, I see it and this town doesn’t; you will show them that the person they judge was in the past and now being able to go to universtiy to study law” I couldn’t Blandly tell something the he said was right but he couldn’t see the future to what he has coming, why yes that what he did wasn’t good but couldn’t help a problem. He sobered up on using drugs but hasn’t let go on having a smoke and a drink here and there, I do worry when sometimes he has moments of just being not himself,  just sitting at a party; with no one around him having a drink and looking straight ahead like he was thinking of something serious but not to tell anyone. I do try and talk to him but he has been busy with studying for the big HSC, I know he wants to show this town that he wasn’t a bad egg but being the one person making it big in life that most of the people in this town didn’t become. 

We hang out at school all the time, always just me and him....sitting at school talking about anything that has been happening around school, I wouldn't say that we are gossiping rather then debating on modern topics of our local peers, as yes we did use to gossip but after what happen to Jendal, gossip is the devils advocate and the reason for most kids becoming depressed or has social issues. Why they built hollywood on bed of lies so why not Bendamere High.

As I sit there, finishing up on my cheap breakfast, Jendal is still looking at the yoga group, but couldn't read his face from him wearing sun glasses, he has had a puff of his smoke but had it alight, letting it burn to the filter......that’s something that Jendal doesn’t do is let a smoke go to waste so what ever he is thinking must be a big one, if it’s just him wrapping he mind around what I said or him denying what I said and just not talking to me, it still something I worry about for his mental problem he had before still being there and might be taking over again. 

Chapter 3- bring on term 3 

[fratboyvivimatthews]

yes. this is my super crazy talented best friend. and yes this is only chapter two. chapter two! this is so much better than the first one and i love it so you’ll love it. it’s AMAZING and it’s an AMAZING series. you’re sadly mistaken if you dint read this. you need to read this because it’s an amazing series and reg is an amazing writer:)

when worlds collide - ryder donovan

chapter two wc: 6868

you pull the black sweatshirt over your body, the duluth east logo spread across the front, along with hounds hockey’ written across it. you swapped your black leggings for a pair of dark washed jeans, deciding you look decent enough for ryder’s game. you keep your hair down, running your fingers through it before grabbing your phone out of your pocket to send a mirror photo to ryder.

y/n: attachment: 1 image

how do i look?

rydes dono: rydes dono loved an image incredible

y/n: sorry, i’m probably messing up your pregame stuff, aren’t i?

rydes dono: not at all. i only just got to the rink, i’m not even in the locker room yet, no worries y/n/n

y/n: good, because i thought you also deserved to see a photo of our girl. i figured we could use it in our scrapbook thingy

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[filmista]

The Autopsy Of Jane Doe

‘The Autopsy Of Jane Doe’ was one I was really eager to watch, when I caught wind of it’s existence, everyone was making a fuss about how good they found it and how they terrified they were while watchig it.

I’m not saying I’ve got a higher scare factor than other people, but none of the jumpscares (all very cliché if you aks me) worked on me.

It’s perhaps sounding like I’m about to butcher the film, but not really. I didn’t think it was bad I was simply quite dssapointed, that a film that in my eyes had the potential to become a great one didn’t become a great one.

Sure the film’s got a somewhat, inevitbale, inherent creep factor: an autopsy, two men standing over a woman’s, completely intact, gorgeous, naked body...

But to infuse with creepiness you’ve gotta do more, sure seeing them extract flesh and whatnot is gross but it isn’t creepy.

As I’ve mentioned there’s quite a bit of jumpscares, but they are all so terribly cliché.

Still ‘The Autopsy Of Jane Doe’ is a pretty film. Certainly one that’s pleasing to the eyes, with an aesthetic, that’s at times at the same time colorful, bright, light, yet dark and heavy.

The film is difficult to place: some call it a haunted hause film with the morgue starring as the haunted hause. For me personally, it didn’t work as a horror film, of any kind; I wasn’t scared once and as I’ve mentioned I found it quite cliché.

It actually would be the kind of film I’d hate normally, an orginal concept is not enough to make the film work, it’s got to make a bit of sense, even some films that supposedly “don’t make sense”, make sense, in the sense that they are purposely intending to not make sense...

And that was part of the problem I had with the film: it’s plot is certainly orginal, but once your start to think it through there is certainly stuff that seemingly doesn’t fit into the overall puzzle.

What kept me watching then? Well there’s two reasons. First of all there’s the mystery that even appears in the title. We’re presented to a Jane Doe: a beautiful woman, she looks like not a hair on her head was ever touched.

We’re eager to find out who the mystery woman was and what happened. It reminds me of something Edgar Allan Poe once wrote:

“The death of a beautiful woman is undoubtedly the most poetic subject in the world.” As misogynistic as this may sound, the genre of horror has always drawn from the destruction of fragility, of beauty, as one of its themes.

‘The Autopsy of Jane Doe’ takes up this idea: a father and son work in the morgue and receive the corpse of a young woman at the last minute. No identification, no fingerprints in the system: nothing. She’s a stranger. A Jane Doe: in America, a Jane Doe is known as the corpse of a woman who has not been identified in any way before arriving at the autopsy.

The scene of the crime is incomprehensible utterly puzzling; What was that girl doing there? What was the cause of death? When did she die, at the hands of whom? Why is she still bleeding, why does she have rigor mortis, why the pallor, and those eyes? What have they done to her?

She’s young, she’s beautiful and there’s something unearhtly, not quite right about her. She’s also one of the most alive looking corpses I’ve ever seen in a film.

This part was initially what kept me watching the clichés annoyed me, but I still wanted to know she was. The mystery part at least was well done.

Then there was another reason: the pyscholigcal layer underneath the horror. Right after my viewing of the film I read an interesting take on it. It starts with the words: “men don’t understand women.” It’s a cliché and actually one I find quite vulgar.

Just because you don’t understand how someone works all the time (I as a woman, and I’m sure plenty of others, certainly don’t understand men at all times)...

It doesn’t mean, we can’t feel for the other, love the other, be kind, and try to understand when we don’t understand. That’s what the film is about, trying to understand.

In the film that cliché of “men don’t understand women”, is spun around into something else: it’s more a question of can they understand, when it’s absoultely crucial, when the woman’s life may depend on it.

Bot the men, (the father and the son that are perfoming the autopsy on Jane Doe) are not evil, they were simply blind, oblivious to the female suffering in front of them.

The titular Jane Doe, reminds the father of his dead wife. He can’t find out what’s wrong with Jane Doe, even after he’s scratcher her surface and has quite literally had a look at her inside.

Neither the father or the son understand the woman in front of them, and when they do it’s too late... too late like it was once for Jane Doe herself, that’s a too late that came from incomprehension and fear. The two men slowly become afraid of the woman.

The father loved his wife, he loves the grupmy cat, Stanley that was hers still,even when he says: “ that thing’s getting meaner by the day.”Because he’s the only thing she has left him. But he lost her, because he couldn’t help her. She slipped from his fingers right in front of him.

His wife suffered from depression, until the day came she didn’t want to suffer anymore. And he never saw it, all he saw was a bright and happy wife, he had no idea what she was thinking. He was blind to his wife’s pain, and expresses that he would have hepled her if he’d known...

The point if there’s any to the enterwtined tragedies is that both women could have lived if they had been understood, or if they had at least been questioned, listened to.

That’s what I saw in there, but you know maybe I drank too much while watching the film, or I’ve been looking into it too much. I enjoyed that pscycholigcal layer in there, it reflects on both grief and depression, and communication between men and women, and emotional and pschylogical differences.

And I think if they had worked that out more, instead of trying so hard be scary it would have worked better. You can’t be a mystery, a horror film and a psychological drama at once.

You can blend but you’ve got to clearly flesh one genre out. And I think in the film they focused on the wrong one.

So the film was a weird beast for me, on the one hand, I’d like to say I didn’t like it, but that’s not true. I really liked some aspects but I was dissapointed with the  potential of some things, and that they never were given a chance.

One of the things that saved the film for me was the acting, with other actors of lesser calibre I would have turned it off.

Both men: The father and the son are portrayed beautifully, they’re not all that fleshed out, but they’re character that feel alive, and human. Flawed and imperfect.

They’ve got a heart and a soul and we can like them and care about them. And it’s due to the fact that Brian Cox (the father) and and Emile Hirsch (the son) that both stay natural, they are calm and undramatic, at least until the horror starts.

It’s just a nice relationship between a father and son that love each other, realistically portrayed, their connection feels real and genuine.

It also does something interesting it allows both men to be vulnerable in the way men aren’t often allowed to be in film, and it’s all because of Jane Doe. She reminds them of a woman both loved, for one of them she was his wife for the other his mother.

The son wants to talk about her, or wants to encourage his father to talk about her, becasuse he sense that his father would like to do so. However he says he doesn’t want to.

Her presence is the big metaphorical, elephant in te room. Both feel relived and calmer, after they have adressed it after they have talked about her and these monents are realistically toucing; it feels as if both men are liberated offa weight, like they are forgiven.

Perhaps the fact that the father was so good at bottling up emotions, is also what prevented him from seeing his wife was doing the same.

But the person that outplayed both men here, is the titualr woman. Olwen Catherine Kelly, plays dead. She’s a dead woman. Yet not often has the presence of one been so commanding.

There’s somehing quietly menacing about her. Yet again, she’s dead...

Olwen must have had an iroon discipline. Her performance is a quiet, elegant, and graceful one, but one that’s scary and unsettling, as I’ve said one that’s commanding, one your is automatically drawn to.

Olwen’s face initially looks like that of angel and ultimately fittingly like that of an evil witch. She goes from vulnerabilty and tranquilty, peacefulness, to adapting a look of arrogance and a malignant superirity.

She looks as if her corpse is ready to rise from the dead and challenge both men, she is in two words, hauting, terrifying and perhaps fittingly devillishy beautiful while she’s at it. And Olwen did it all with just her face.

As I mentioned visually ‘Jane Doe’ is stunning. It remninded me in some ways even a bit of ‘True Detective’, or even ‘True Blood’ (of which I adore the first two seasons) both shows which I didn’t love, but of which I loved the cinematography.

The film takes place in a small, nondescript town in the American south, somewhere in Virginia and it’s fittingly lush and gothic. It looks pretty and creepy, it’s got both light, vibrant and dim lightning going on.

It’s aestehtic when it comes to lightning and colours, is I think the kind of colours you’d see if you walked in New Orleans at night. And that city has got an aesthtic I dig.

The soundtrack does do something great. It uses creepy and atmospheric music to set the tone of a horror film. But it also does someting quite brilliant, it integrates the music as a part of it’s characters life.

To establish their daily rouitne, father and son, or rather son, has a penhcant for heavy rock music and a habit of listening to rock while working on a corpse, they’ve also got a very dark humour while they converse to go along.

It’s small things like these that infuse a film of personality. But I am still of the opinion that ‘Jane Doe’ lacks some of that. It could have been better if it had, had a clearer view on what it wanted to be exactly. Still I think it’s one I’ll revisit. If only for it’s atmosphere and it’s excellent performances.

“These things we found inside her her injuries, those marks. You can't say she's just a body.”

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bakathief replied to your post: “Cost of Freedom (18/52)”

YES, finally some bckgruond information on Shinichi's part! I really like the idea that he and Vermouth actually interacted a bit more in roder to bring them down. I can imagine this so well. And as always, your POV feels so natural, I can imagine everything so feel and every of Shinichi's actions and thoughts just feels so very very right.

I can totally picture him shoving the risks aside in order to aolve the case and being totally annoyed by everything and everyone that ia trying to tell him differently. XD and that last line from Shinichi's POV was set so well, I felt like I just woke up from a nightmare. And may I say that is a brilliant idea and also absoultely diabolical but atill fitting of the organization to frame Shinichi?

It seems so much like them and would break Shinichi in so many different ways. Also, i really like that Kaito's gonna go and help them with the case. As for having the files in Tokyo at te MDP... well, good luck. But they got Kaito on their side who is just as good as a joker, right? XD I wonder how much longr Hattori will be able to stick around. He must be so tired with everything that's been going on.

And I feel so happy whenever Kaito's getting back into his usual attitude. It's just so contagious. XD <3 And boy, I bet that Aoko is having difficulties with believing that Shinichi is innocent after going through that mess with Kaito. Hopefully she'll believe them with time that he's actually innocent. I'm so happy that they're all on the "catch them before the police"-squad now. I'm sure they'll form an awesome team.

I feel so bad for Aoko though because this topic with Kid and Kaito KEEPS coming back at her. I think it's really impressive of her to actually do something and get answers now instead of trying to ignore everything and continue with her life. (Then again, would she even be able to continue her life like that?

ANYWAY, yet another amazing chapter!! I enjoyed every bit of it and can't wait to see what kind of troubles they'll have in Tokyo. XD thank you for another great chapter and, yea, you rock!

The organisation finally makes it’s appearance. I think everyone had their suspicions, but it’s OFFICIAL now.

Where the case files are, ahhh I love that they’re going to be in Tokyo MPD because, hahaha, it’s gonna be a fun ride. Kaito will be valuable with the plan, and their success rate has gone up from where it was before. xD

Aoko will be further explored in upcoming chapters. It’s going to be FUN.

I’m glad you’re enjoying it dude! Thanks for reading <3

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‘ how’s my portrayal ‘ for Julie / @sabakunoo ,  since there was no way I could fit this in an actual ask. 

     ALRIGHT, let’s talk about Julie’s portrayal of Crocodile! ( because I haven’t written enough with you on your other muses so let’s go with Crocodile for now ). My FAVORITE thing is how Crocodile acts around Doflamingo. He treats him absoultely perfectly, without it being OOC. Because of how you made him have sort of a ‘transition’ between his different emotions, it never appeared to be rushed or you ‘ forcing ‘ him into a ship ( i see this a lot, with people wanting to play out their otps so they make their muse do weird stuff just to fall in love with the other part of the otp ). I find the whole dynamic between Crocodile and Doflamingo to be especially interesting given the backstory you’ve given Crocodile. So yeah, let’s talk about THAT! I absolutely love that backstory about his father being a Knight serving a King ( and that that was how Crocodile got his own title as ‘ sir ‘ ). This backstory adds another layer to Crocodile as a character which ( imo ) is missing from the canon. And, with regards to the interactions between Crocodile and Doflamingo, it definitely adds more ‘ drama ‘, because Crocodile has to deal with how he is now sort of becoming like his father, serving a King. Just the whole inner battle that Crocodile faces when around Doflamingo makes this ship so interesting to write, despite how Doflamingo is at pretty much a standstill in the relationship.

     Another thing I really enjoy about your portrayal is how you don’t force your muse into situations he wouldn’t be in. Like how you sometimes turn down people who want to interact with you, because you don’t see ‘ how ‘ they would interact. That is so IC! Because, let’s face it, there are plenty of people who Crocodile would have no reason to even talk to, so I think that not doing these interactions, in itself, is part of the portrayal. It makes it seem like it’s the muse who runs the show, and I love that.

     I also very much admire your HCs. I feel like some people give their muses really random HCs, and then that HC moves the portrayal away from canon. Meanwhile, your HCs fits perfectly with the canon ( basically it all could’ve been canon ). Like with it being Doflamingo who took Crocodile’s hand, and that whole thing with Ivankov. HCs that could be canon are my favorites.

     Of course, I have to mention that you also don’t hold your muse back. I see a lot of people going ‘ easy ‘ on other muses, but your Crocodile doesn’t do that, which is GREAT! Since, as we all know, Crocodile really looks down on weaklings, so why would he have mercy on them?

     I don’t think it’s possible to talk about someone’s portrayal without bringing up their writing style too. You write complex, well thought-out paragraphs, where you add plenty of Crocodile’s thoughts and emotions, so that we all get to appreciate what kind of trouble he’s gotten himself into. How you constantly write him weighing different options shows that inner battle that he’s constantly fighting. I think a portrayal that leaves out the muse’s thoughts becomes very blank. Another thing about your writing - I love how you add little gestures that Crocodile does. Like where his eyes move or the expression he’s making with his mouth. All of this is wrapped up in your overall writing, which is, I must say, one of my favorites in the One Piece fandom. You don’t do the whole purple prose thing ( I really dislike that sort of thing ). You choose words that fit with Crocodile’s character and the feelings he’s having in the paragraph you’re writing. Never too few words, so that it would seem shallow or like you haven’t put any effort into it. It always, always feels like you put WORK into writing, and reading your replies always gives me muse ( which is awesome, since my Doflamingo muse often struggles ).

     Then, I feel it would be pretty rude not to mention how you write NSFW threads. 8) Granted, I don’t read other people’s roleplays ( or, I read them very rarely ), but the NSFW threads that we’ve done, have been awesome. In the past, I’ve not really been a fan of writing that type of thing, but getting to write Doflamingo and Crocodile together has been a blast! Gotta love that sin, yeah? B) I just really love how different Crocodile is in the bedroom. Like they’ve established, he becomes a lot more ‘ honest ‘, and I think that fits his character perfectly.

     So YEAH, overall - your portrayal of Crocodile is top notch and one of my favorite portrayals of any character in this fandom. There literally isn’t a single thing I think you could/should be doing differently. It shows that you love your muse and that comes across in your writing, so it makes the experience even better. I am really thankful to get to write with you!