#all this to say thanks pops for being normal core now

[bechdxl]

anyone else’s emotional terrorist parent become super chill after they reached adulthood??

like growing up my dad was the embodiment of Bald White Rage and occasionally a genuine danger to my safety

and now i come home to visit and he packs me a bowl and kisses my forehead and plays FIFA with my partner and doesn’t scream at me at the slightest provocation

love this dude now. super chill to smoke and vibe with. still could’ve used an actual parent and not the bald asshole from whiplash raising me but love this for current me

[sweetestcaptainhughes]

Is it a Dark Day? - Cole Caufield

Word Count - 1.9k

Summary - For the first time since you started dating Cole, your depression seems to be coming back to kick you in the ass. Scared of how Cole will react, you do the only logical thing and pull away.

Warnings - depression, the effects of depression, executive functioning issues, but ends in fluff.

Authors Note: This the first part of a series I plan on writing where I take one mental health issue or any type of disorder and pick a player to write about how they would react if their significant other had it. If you have any ideas for future ones or future players please send me an ask. As always thank you for reading and sorry for not posting much lately. 💜

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Sometimes your brain likes to remind you that you were in fact not a normal happy person. It was an act that you’ve learned to master over the years, sometimes you're such a good actor you even fool yourself. Until your brain reminds you that you are in fact an actor. Someone who plays a part, and it will happen in a flash. Feeling as if you're having a good day, and then suddenly you hear a song that reminds you of something and you start to feel that exhausted and craving your bed. Or you will be out with friends and they remind you of something they find funny but it only reminds you of how much you were struggling at the time. Although the worst one was when you don’t even know the trigger, you could have been having a great time and then suddenly you will be on your couch for the next three days rotting away. 

The worst part was this time, it’s almost like you felt the signs but ignored it. It started with the fact that it had been a stressful week at work, then you felt tired all the time, you found yourself being late to work simply because you couldn’t get yourself out of bed. Sadly, you were used to this popping up every once in while, knowing it was inevitable to get this all too familiar sadly almost welcoming feeling in your head. It’s like you had a brain fog come over and no matter what you did you couldn’t shake the feeling. But this time was different from all the others, this time you were dating the actual definition of a very hyper individual who always had some joke to say or a smile on his face. Cole was quickly becoming one of your favorite human beings but you didn’t want him to see you like this where you haven’t even taken a shower in 2 days. Cole was one of those people that radiated sunshine and it made you sink further into your couch thinking about how he would react to you right now. Again, your brain makes you think that he would judge you like others have for when your brain made you hate yourself. Thankfully, Cole was on a roadie so what he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. 

Knowing that you should probably answer Cole’s messages or answer one of his many facetime calls but you just couldn’t bring yourself to. Somehow during the last couple days, your mind seemed to alter your perception of time. Thinking that Cole would still be on his roadie for at least another day. But suddenly you heard banging on your apartment door. 

“Baby?! Open the door please.” Cole pleaded on the other side of the door. Hearing his voice shocked you to your core, part of you wanted to open the door and tackle him. Allowing yourself to feel his comforting warmth hoping that some of it would make you feel even a tiny bit better. The rest of you were screaming to pull yourself more into the hoodie that you were wearing, pulling the blankets higher up to hide your body from the world. Letting your emotions overtake you when you realized you were wearing Cole’s hoodie because you wanted him more than anything 3 days ago when you started your couch rotting. It’s funny how time can change things, because nothing could get you up now and walk 30 feet to go open your apartment door. 

Cole’s pleas and banging didn’t stop, “baby please! Tell me what I did.” he begged through the door. “y/n?” he said much softer than before, you could barely hear it from where you were hiding in your living room. “Please open up or I’m gonna use my key you gave me for emergencies.” The tears that were lightly streaming down your face now full on ugly crying. Of course that was the moment Cole decided to enter your apartment. 

Hearing the door shut behind him as he entered your apartment. “Love where are you?” he asked, before he noticed what appeared to be the shape of your body on the coach. Once Cole did notice you, it was like he was on his knees in front of the sectional in seconds, even though he was on the other side of the apartment. “Mamas you awake, my love?” he asked gently as you felt him taking his palm and rub comforting circles all down your side. As your body registered his voice and processed words and touched your silent sobs became very much more real and loud. 

“Hey shhh babygirl whats wrong?” he asked as his other hand not rubbing circles now your back went to grab the edge of the blanket. In a quiet voice Cole spoke his next words very carefully.  “Honey, baby I'm gonna remove the blanket okay.” 

His voice was telling you that he wasn’t asking but you didn’t care as you started to protest. “No no don’t” your voice started to crack “no I don’t want you to.” As you grabbed the blanket to keep it from moving. 

“Why not?” you could tell in his voice that he was feeling hurt. 

“I don’t want you to see me like this.” softly you admit not sure if your confession was more of admitting to Cole you didn’t want him to see you or confirming what your body was telling you earlier. 

His voice barely over a whisper “what? Did I hurt you? Baby you haven’t answered a single one of my texts in 2 days, I spent most of today trying to not panic as I called your phone. Please baby let me see if you're okay?” Hearing his voice on the last few words and how he seemed to be fighting his own emotions. Feeling as if your own heart broke at that moment, the last thing you wanted to do was bring Cole down with you. 

“You're gonna judge me.” you mumble, most of you knows that your thoughts are irrational but the part of your brain that’s calling the shots at the moment truly believes. 

“Never.” his voice stern. With that yoo you couldn’t help but let out a little okay. Within seconds you could feel Cole slowly pulling back the safety of your blankets. Only pulling them down enough to see your face. “Hi beautiful.” he grins at you, the relief clear not only in his voice but his face as his eyes are finally able to see you after being radio silent for 2 days. 

He moves your head so that you're looking up at him as he asks you “please tell me what’s wrong.” He moves his hands so that they are able to wipe some of the tears off your face. 

“I don’t know.” your voice squeaking. Finally letting your eyes focus on him, you see his face is full of nothing but worry. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I-” 

“You’re okay. I’m not mad, baby… I just- I want to know what’s going on in your head.” he admits, and your stomach drops at his confession. Loving Cole was one of your favorite things in your entire life, but Cole was different, he had this way of always being happy. How could someone who you have never even seen to have a frown on his face understand that your brain sometimes fights itself. Leaving you feeling as if even doing the most basic mundane task is out of reach and you don’t even know why. 

Cole has never seen you struggle with your depression and it’s a lot. On top of his busy schedule due to being in the middle of the season, trying to move up from third line or second. Somehow your brain has convinced you all in a matter of minutes that Cole doesn’t have time to sit back and watch you fight your battles. You didn’t even realize that you were lost in thought until you heard Cole’s voice again. 

“Baby” his voice is soft but loud enough for your brain to register that someone was speaking to you. 

“I- I- sometimes I just - my brain it's like it.” Struggling to say what you want to say, finding the words to describe how much you truly feel like death at the moment. 

“Is it a dark day?” he asks gently. You look at him in shock, “it’s okay to have a bad day every once in a while honey. Just please don’t push me away.” softly bending down and kissing your forehead, your body automatically chasing his lips as they leave your forehead. 

“What if it’s more than a day?” you ask.

“Then I’ll be here please just let me love you.” he asks.

“Okay.” feeling yourself caving, allowing Cole to help you, it's almost like your body felt just a sliver of lightness for the first time in days, knowing that Cole felt the same way with the smile he had on his face. 

He moved his hands so they were under your arms gently lifting you so he could lay comfortably with you on the coach. “Okay we can lay here for a little longer, then I’m gonna help you shower and get some clean sweats on alright?” 

All you can do is nod, feeling overwhelmed with the love that Cole is showing you. Cole stayed true to his words after a few minutes he picked you up and carried you to the bathroom. Balancing on the balls of his feet in front of you on the toilet seat, his hands resting in yours on your thighs.He already turned on the water to warm up “Do you want me to stay or are you gonna shower by yourself.” 

“Don’t leave.” the phrase rushing out of you, feeling scared if you didn’t get it out fast enough Cole would leave you again with nothing left but your thoughts to keep you company.

“I won’t until you tell me. We can shower together it’s okay” Finally making eye contact with him again, a giant pout on your lips looking as if you were gonna cry again. He took one of his hands that was resting with yours and took it to your face. “Hey hey you're alright. I promise. This will pass.” Finally moving his lips to yours for the first time since he came over, it was full of nothing less than the love he felt for you. He poured every single emotion into that kiss, it made you feel loved, safe, adored, cared for. Finally pulling apart you whisper a small ‘thanks.’ “Let’s get you cleaned up baby.” As he helps you undress and then quickly shedding his own clothes before helping you in the shower. He helped you wash your body and your hair, giving you little wet kisses all over your body, whispering reassuring words between the kisses. He wasn’t trying to start anything, he just wanted to show you how much he loved you when you couldn’t find anything to love about yourself. 

Cole stayed with you that night, actually his only entire weekend off. He had to go to morning skate that Monday morning since it wasn’t optional. But from that weekend on you never felt closer to Cole. He was your light even on your darkest days, and he helped you find yourself every time you felt your depression pulling you away. Every time he noticed you randomly ghosted him. Or seemed distant in your eyes like your mind was somewhere else, he would always ask you one simple question “is today a dark day?” so that he always knew how to care for his girl.

[anonymously-a-whore-blog]

Be my cure

summary : Megumi always watches you from a distance and little does he know, you watch him too

Megumi x gn/Reader Warnings - fluff core Word Count 772

A/n - hey this just popped into my mind and I needed to write something other than the series I'm working on. Just something short and sweet

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Megumi never understood why his pulse quickened and his palms grew clammy whenever you were near. At first, he assumed he was coming down with something, maybe eating Yuji's cooking wasn't the best idea. But then he started noticing it more.

He would catch himself staring at you whenever you walked into a room; laughing with Yuji and Nobara, training with Gojo, or simply existing in his space. His eyes lingered longer than they should. The way your hair swayed in the wind. The dimples that deepened when you smiled. The shimmer in your eyes when you looked up at him.

And that's when it hit him.

This wasn't just some passing reaction. It was you. 

You were the reason his heart pounded in his chest. The cause of his breath hitching. The reason he had to stop himself from grinning like an idiot whenever you made a sly comment. His body reacted instinctively, wanting to pull you close, to hold you. His lips tingled with the temptation to kiss you.

Megumi had never been good at dealing with emotions, never knew how to, and up until now, never wanted to. But in this moment, alone with you, watching the sun dip into a breath taking swirl of orange and red, he feels it all.

You had asked for extra training, and with Gojo away, you turned to him.

"Thanks again Megs. I hope it wasn't a bother," you sigh, swiping away the lingering sweat on your forehead.

"No... it's okay. I don't mind," Megumi says, his voice so soft and low that you barely notice he replied at all. You both sat in comfortable silence, listening to the birds sing themselves to sleep, the rustling of leaves drifting across the ground, and the quiet, steady breaths you both let out.

"You know," you pause, letting the air carry your voice, "we never hang out. Just the two of us."

You turn to face him, taking in every detail. The way his brows knit together, the slight twitch at the corner of his mouth as he fights a smile, the faint hitch in his breath when he realizes you're watching him. If you didn't know better, you'd see Megumi as unreadable, too stoic to show emotion. But you do know better.

Ever since you met him, you’ve studied his movements, learned his tells. And after these past few months, you’ve come to a conclusion that Megumi has a soft spot for you.

You noticed how he would take the longer route just so you’d pass by the shops you always talked about. How he made sure you had eaten that day, and if you hadn’t, he’d casually suggest to Gojo that you all should go out, to your favourite restaurant, no less. Or how his hand would linger on yours just a little longer than usual when he passes you something.

And if you were being honest…

You had a soft spot for him too.

"We are now," he says nonchalantly, but the heat creeping up his neck betrays him.

"You know what I mean," you chuckle softly, letting your gaze stay on him for a moment before turning back to the sunset. "It’s peaceful here." You close your eyes, inhaling deeply as the cool evening air fills your lungs.

Megumi stares.

An overwhelming feeling rises in his chest, tightening his throat. He doesn’t understand how someone can be this beautiful. The sound of your voice. The colour of your eyes, shining brilliantly against your skin. Even the way you say his name.

In a world full of pain and despair, he can’t fathom how someone as pure as you ended up tangled in it all, let alone how he was lucky enough to have met you.

"It is," he replies softly, though his eyes remain fixed on you. Seconds pass, each one stretching longer as Megumi tries to gather the courage to say something—anything. 

"We should…" He curses himself internally. Normally, he knows what to say, what to do. But you make his mind swirl. "Hang out, I mean," he finally stumbles over his words, and the sight of your smile only makes his heart race faster.

You turn to face him again, eyes beaming. "You’re really cute when you’re nervous."

The warmth brewing at his neck rushes up to his face, flooding all the way to the tips of his ears.

You gently graze your fingers against his, letting the moment settle between you—hearts pounding, heads spinning.

And then, finally, he does something he never lets himself do.

He grips your hand in his, holding onto the feeling, and allows himself to smile.

"Shut up," he mutters, but there’s no bite to it, only the quiet surrender of a boy hopelessly and completely in love.

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ahhhh i just love my megumi baby. such a sweet boy. anyway I hope you enjoyed!!

[lass-us-slay]

Alr so I was watching edits and came across Arlecchino and an idea popped into my head!

Danny Phantom as Arlecchino in DC also know as: Phantom the Knave Sovereign

(Still working on the name- Before we start I wanna say, I’m just trouble shooting rn and seeing what new ideas I could add with your guys input too. But so far this is what I have)

———

Ok so plot points:

Somehow Pariah Dark gets free of the Sarcophagus of Forever Sleep, either because of Vlad or the Observants

Pariah seeing potential in Danny (and cause he was already dubbed to take Pariahs place after he was old enough) starts trying to become Danny’s parental model (much like Vlad. But Worse.)

It was annoying at first, but slowly over time, Pariah started taking his role as Danny’s “Father” too far and twisted. Wanting to make Danny strong, stronger than he ever will be.

Then one thing leads to another and an identity reveal happens. Except the Fentons now pretend Danny Fenton no longer exists, and it’s just Danny Phantom that is an after image of their boy. Which pains them so they keep their distance, but still help what they think is left of their boy.

Danny is sad about that- but he has his sister Jazz and his two best friends! He can live with his parents pretending he doesn’t exist, atleast not as Danny Fenton no he can’t- he really can’t-

Then shit hits the fan, resulting in Danny’s home dimension into imploding into itself. (Which may or may not be the fault of Pariah Dark)

Luckily Danny is able to get out with Jazz!

But he’s too angry to rationalize himself after the death of his Haunt and almost all his fraid dying. He attacks and attacks Pariah and observers and whoever that threatens his last family at every turn.

More shit hits the fan, resulting in Danny getting cursed, which really hurts Danny. Enough to do weird ghost shenanigans to his biology, (via curse), and Jazz gets caught up.

Pariah sees a golden opportunity to use this to get Danny stronger to become the next king.

But Clockwork has had enough and steps in. Only to be promptly sealed away by the still acting king; Pariah Dark. Which Danny not even knowing as he’s out for the count thanks to the curse. (Jazz is the only witness. But Pariah can’t kill her because of Danny.)

More stuff happens and now Pariah is the acting Father of Danny and Jazz (with amnesia) who are in a ghost normal(?) orphanage with other kids.

Basically Arlecchino’s childhood happens to Danny and Jazz. Just that Pariah has decided to false make Jazz his “bio” kid to mentally fuck with Danny (smol child, and poor Jazz).

Danny still sees Jazz as his sis even if he doesn’t remember

After Jazz sadly doesn’t make it, Danny faces off Pariah once more for the first time. And consumes Pariahs Core into his, eating him alive so no more Pariah for the rest or eternity.

Then remembers- holy shit his names Danny! Not Peruere, which ew- (kidding I love the name-)

Anyways Danny gets mad at Clockwork only to find him sealed and the timelines fucked- and with Clockwork being so weak since the seal-ment, it’s up to Danny to fix the mess (and the one that was caused by the Observants once more with no one on the throne)

And so now Danny travels around timelines, picking up strays and adopting them (much like Batman, but better)

That there is the rough outline of the story!! I probably will make more but I just need to organize my thoughts before going into finer things (and art!)

Also I’d like to mention- while in the orphanage, Danny’s human side takes on more physical characteristics of his ghost form. Sorta merging the two forms into one? Not sure about it.

But Danny’s human form has definitely changed, and the curse is the same as Arlecchinos from Genshin (although would be nice if someone actually explained the curse to me fully- cause I don’t get it at all 😭)

Anyways that’s it- im thinking about interactions with the kids Danny Adopts and such but that’s for another time 💀

Aight peace ✌️

[lilithschosen]

hear me out, Rio unthinkingly calling Agatha sir in bed one day when she asks her to do something

I LOVE THIS SO MUCH. had to get something out while the brainrot had me before i buckled in for my normal night time routine 🙂‍↕️

Agatha absolutely would love being called sir, it didn't really cross her mind since daddy works so well :)

Rio brushes past Agatha quickly, the two of them are late for work due to no fault of their own. Their alarm clock managed to die overnight, which Rio was smug about after trying to convince Agatha to just use her smartphone instead of a digital clock from the 80s. Agatha was in a mood, not necessarily one to be proven wrong, which made Rio tread lightly.

As she closes the fridge with her hip, she hands Agatha the carton of eggs as she moves to grab the toast that just popped up.

Agatha grabs the carton from Rio's hand, placing it on the counter by the stovetop she hovers over. "Get the butter, please?"

"Yes, sir," Rio nods, turning back to the fridge to fulfill the request. She misses how Agatha's posture straightens at the title. "Here ya go."

Agatha pauses, staring at the empty pan in front of her before Rio nudges her with the butter dish. She blushes, the tips of her ears growing hot.

"Oh," she stammers, "Thanks."

Rio raises an eyebrow in question but figures they didn't have time to dive into what all that was about.

After a disastrous day at work, getting reamed out by Chief Jones for their joint tardiness and sitting through council meetings until the early afternoon, both Rio and Agatha were ready to leave work grief at the door.

They had a quick meal of pasta, sat on the couch with Rio's legs thrown over Agatha's lap in normal fashion. Rio watches the show happily, a rerun of their usual weekday show, but Agatha stares off beyond their television with the title Rio called her offhandedly echoing in her ears still.

Her eyes refocus, peeking at Rio out of her peripheral vision. The hand that was innocently resting on her knee inches up to her thigh. Rio hums a laugh, shifting her legs in a way that they open further, an invitation.

Agatha inhales deep through her nose as she leans in toward Rio's space, her nose brushing the corner of her jaw as she presses her lips beneath Rio's earlobe. She grips Rio's leg, hesitating.

"Wanna go to the bedroom?" Rio rasps, "Or are you going to take me on the couch like a horny teenager?"

Agatha nips at her earlobe before sliding her knee between Rio's legs, pressing into her clothed core. Rio whimpers at the contact, hands reaching up to weave into Agatha's hair.

"Say it again."

Rio's breath hitches at the tone of Agatha's voice, that deep and sultry octave that hits her deliciously deep. She barely understood the words she said.

"Huh?"

"What you said this morning," Agatha licks her lips, heart hammering in her chest in a mix of embarrassment and excitement. "What you called me."

Rio blinks, turning her head from Agatha to try and remember through the haze of arousal.

"Sir?"

Agatha presses a sloppy kiss to the pulse point in Rio's neck as Rio moans.

"First daddy," Rio gasps as Agatha shifts to pin her against the couch cushion, rubbing her knee up and down against her center, "Now sir? So many names for you."

"And you're too mouthy right now."

"So sorry, sir."

[ninadove]

hi!

i’m so sorry if you’ve already made a post or answered an ask like this before, but i remember you saying a couple times how the lovesquare is queer-coded.

i think that’s such an interesting observation, and i was wondering if you’d be willing to elaborate on that a little more?

i’d love to hear your thoughts!! and thank you for taking the time to read this. :)

Absolutely Anon! Thanks for dropping by! ❤️🖤

I’m sure there are a lot of wonderful, more complete posts on the topic out there — my Sentikids tunnel vision means I don’t always grant other characters/relationships the attention they deserve. That being said, here are some things that popped into my head:

1. Secret identities

You know ‘em, you love ‘em. Secret identities are the core of the show — the very reason the Love Square is a square! Hiding part or the entirety of who you are for safety reasons is a theme most queer people unfortunately relate to, and the great thing is that we get two very different perspectives on the matter from our two protagonists.

For Adrien, Chat Noir means freedom: being away from his father’s grasp (read: from a power structure that tries to sculpt him into something perfect and bland — more on that later) allows him to become bolder, funnier, more like himself or at least more like the person he wants to be — which very prominently features being in love with Ladybug, aka exploring romantic connections outside of Kagami, the only acceptable option for Adrien.

And yet… Chat Noir is also something dangerous. When Chat Noir gets rejected, Adrien tries to renounce his Miraculous, aka to bury this part of himself as far down as possible; when Chat Noir gets unmasked by Ladybug, the object of his affections, IT’S THE LITERAL END THE WORLD (twice and a half now). There’s an entire post to be made about Cat Walker and Aspik and Adrien folding himself into what he thinks Ladybug’s perfect partner should be.

The point is: Adrien being himself puts him (and the people he loves) in harm’s way, both emotionally and physically. You see the themes, I see the themes, we cry together and hold hands.

Marinette, on the other hand, fucking hates being Ladybug for most of the series. She wants to be a normal girl (!) with a normal life (!!) and it’s just not happening. The reason? There’s something about her that no one knows yet (!!!) ‘cause she has a secret (!!!!).

If anything, being Ladybug keeps getting in the way of her romantic shenanigans: she can’t be with Adrien/Chat Noir because Apocalypse, she can’t be with Cat Walker because her Lucky Charm doesn’t like him, she can’t be with Luka because she has to lie all the time! Not only that, it endangers her friendships as well, as seen in The Gang of Secrets. Look at the wording of her talk with Alya in this episode:

“I won’t try to figure it out our force it out of you. If you can’t tell me what’s in your heart… it’s your right.”

“Will we still be friends?”

“Marinette, I’m your best friend, and I’ll always be. That’s why it kills me that I can’t help you with whatever’s making you feel so alone.”

[…] “You know why I broke up with Luka? Not because I don’t like him! He’s amazing! It’s because there’s something that I can’t tell him. You know why I have to forget Adrien? For the exact same reason. You’re right! I keep secrets, I lie all the time, I lie to my friends, to my parents, everyone, and the worst thing is I can’t do it any other way. […] I tell you, things will never be the same between us again, it will mess up everything — maybe even destroy it!

“Marinette, I’m your very best friend.”

“And I… I’m Ladybug.”

If this isn’t a coming out scene, I don’t know what is.

Of course, Marinette progressively steps into her role as a superheroine and learns to navigate her relationships accordingly — but she’s still carrying this secret that sets her apart from the rest of the world. It’s the othering, isolating part of queerness, and it’s really well portrayed throughout the seasons.

2. The Adrigaminette-to-Lukadrinette pipeline

I cannot not mention it, because what the hell was going on here.

Adrigaminette felt less like a love triangle and more like the girls voting themselves out of the polycule in quick succession. We got an entire episode of the three of them running around, holding hands and jumping in ballpits together. Both Adrien and Kagami went heart eyes over Marinette’s loose hair.

Then André came in with his cart and clown shoes and said “Nah you can’t all share the Magical Ice Cream Of Romance. :( Yeah sorry my ice cream is for two people and two people only. :( Also I guess I could serve Marigami and Marigami only but the flavours would taste gross together. :( Don’t look into the subtext too much” HE JUST HAD TO RUIN IT FOR THEM DIDN’T HE

I’m really happy he ruined it for them, for bird reasons, but still. Adrigami is also the one time we get to see Chat Noir ruin Adrien’s love life, and most of the fuel for my aroace Adrien thoughts, but I digress — LUKADRINETTE

Luka is in the unique position of knowing both Ladybug and Chat Noir’s identities, aka the most secret part of their souls, and immediately went in repression mode in Wishmaker upon finding out his two crushes were basically soulmates. It pays off in Migration, when he becomes their de facto safe place, the one person they know has both of their backs no matter what. Just look at the way they all look at each other:

With Marinette knowing she does not have to lie to him anymore and Adrien being Adrien. I’m sorry but in my mind they both independently proposed to him right then and there. This is the timeline I live in now.

Parenthesis over. Let’s get back to business:

3. Feligami Adrinette

By which I mean the themes explored throughout their relationship.

Adrinette’s story has always been about rescuing Adrien from the abusive environment he grew up in, as Marc and Nathaniel so helpfully drove across through their delightful storyboards:

(Note the gender role reversal here, blurring the lines between Marinette and Ladybug as she takes on the role of the knight in shining armour, while Adrien is the princess locked away in her tower… Adrien’s gender deserves another other essay in itself, but for today, let’s just agree that he is Not Cis.)

In S5, this theme escalates into a full-on Romeo and Juliet situation. Gabriel and Tomoe are of course the main obstacles to Adrinette’s happy ending: given A. Gabriel’s history of forcing his son into a mold, B. the strict expectations placed on Tsurugi women and C. the oppressive, uniformly white world they want to create through Perfect Alliance (Perfect!!! Alliance!!! Rings!!! Marriage!!!), it’s not a stretch to see them as the messengers of a certain vision of masculinity, femininity and relationships. You see it, I see it, Marinette doesn’t see it because she’s too busy sobbing on the floor, which finally brings me to my favourite thing ever:

“But Nina!” I hear you protest, “you’re making everything about Feligami again!” To which I reply: first of all, yes I am. Second of all, you can’t stop me. Third of all —

Third of all, characters don’t exist in a vacuum, and this is particularly true of the Adrinette & Feligami quartet. Kagami’s name literally means mirror; Felix is a foil to Adrien, of course, but also to Marinette (and Gabriel and Emilie and a bunch of other characters and I love him so much but let’s not stray too far from the point). Of course Feligami is going to parallel and contrast Adrinette, especially since Felix is Aware of the Themes and Motifs and has decided to make it everyone’s problem.

So in June (!) 2023, a little thing called Representation (!!) aired.

There are sooo many things to say about the queer-coding of the Senti-lore in general and of Felix and Feligami in particular. Today, though, I want to draw your attention to the way the kids talk about themselves at the end of the play, drawing clear narrative links to the Love Square (and most specifically Ladybug):

“You know what it’s like to not be able to love the one you want.”

“To constantly fight to save the people you love.”

“To have to lie all the time and never reveal who you truly are.”

[Wipes a single tear away] They grow up so fast…

At the end of the day, this is what both Feligami and the Love Square are all about: embracing who you are and the love you feel, no matter its form, in a world that perpetually tries to enslave and/or kill you for it. I don’t know about you, but I find it hella queer in nature.

Thank you for coming to my DUUSUTalk! 💙🦚

[devilish-cherry]

THE WAY YOU WRITE CHOSO IS SO ?????? SO ?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?! /POS

You capture his curiosity and cluelessness about humanity SO SO WELL. AND YOU MAKE HIM A LITTLE SWEETHEART. And you somehoe manage to do it in a way tgat isnt like-- infantilizing??? He's just a guy struggling to figure things out, but he can do it!! I had the biggest, dumbest grin on my face at his antics in Chapter 7, and your most recent little drabble of him made me giggle and kick my feet like a teenager in a shitty romcom. Choso's my second favorite character, and you've managed to capture his essence so so well that I find myself rereading his snippets across the different chapters of MWMS! I'm afraid I don't have much to articulate, please just know that I love him and I love how you write him.

PS: Sorry I've been yapping at you a lot! If you'd like less yappery, please let me know. Thanks again for all your hard work, and thank you for being so kind in your responses!! ( ´ ▽ ` )

~ 👾

👾 MY BELOVED YAPPER PLEASE NEVER STOP YAPPING AT ME I AM LIVING FOR IT. your messages are actually a core source of my serotonin at this point. like, i see your little emoji pop up, and i already know i’m about to grin like an idiot. i cannot stress enough how much i adore them (and you)!!!

i am so beyond thrilled that you think i’ve captured choso well because he is literally my favorite character and i put my whole heart and soul into writing him. like, you GET IT. he’s not dumb, he’s not childish, he’s just a guy who hasn’t had the chance to experience normal, modern life, and now he’s trying his best and we are all cheering for him!!!

you have no idea how much it means to me that you reread his scenes in MWMS. like. hello. i am emotional. 🥹

anyway, thank you so so much for this message. you are never yapping too much; in fact, i demand MORE yapping. i am feeding off your joy like a little gremlin, and i appreciate you more than words can say. keep being amazing!!! 🙏🖤

[seasurfacefullofclouds1]

Hello. I am sure this week you are swamped with notes. But I feel compelled to contact because of discourse around one direction. I’m a middle aged mom who didn’t know the band in their hey day but my daughter who is now in her 20s did for sure. She is now what I guess is called a Harrie. During quarantine I stumbled onto Tumblr and read about the band including all the drama of bbg, hiatus, later xfactor gigs. Harry’s pop hits are impossible to avoid but it’s Louis’ music that I really love probably because I grew up on Green Day, Oasis, etc and have diverse music taste. I think that makes me a Louie? Anyway I have to say your takes on the industry and the boys’ personalities seem spot on to me. You have no reason to care about my opinion. But as an older fan I am confident Louis is the real deal. His bio and vibe formed an authentic human with so many relatable qualities. I tend to cheer on the underdog in life, maybe that contributes to my fanning for him. But I have no doubts. Call it middle aged sixth sense having dealt with all sorts of people in my private and professional life. Louis is lovely- flawed and human as are we all- but lovely to the core. I’m so glad his fandom enjoys you at the helm. I really appreciate your Tumblr! So thank you and keep up the good work lol!

Hello and welcome to the madness!

Thank you for sending a message. Yours is a kind, reasoned voice in the wilderness. Believe me, it is rare and much appreciated. 🥰💕

It’s understandable that most people know Harry Styles better and are more likely to be his fans. He was heavily promoted and now he’s everywhere, a marketing tour-de-force. Most casual listeners want ambient background music; Harry’s music is all ear worms. He wanted to be a sex symbol and now he is. The world is his oyster.

It’s especially great to hear from people who have had some life experiences, because for you (and me), perhaps disappointment, career ups and downs, heartbreaks and grief aren’t hypotheticals on a page. In our early twenties, we made mistakes that in retrospect were impetuous and unwise. We know we wrongly cut people off, or were selfish, or didn’t return love the way we should have. Now it’s too late to undo some stuff.

I think Louis is relatable on this level— he’s not perfect but very human. He has made some bad choices. He has regrets and feels remorse. He’s incredibly successful but also just a normal person.

The genius of Louis Tomlinson is that he’s able to express all of this in three-minute pop songs, in a way that doesn’t wave away the responsibility or regret but nevertheless gives us grounding. His songs let us pause to breathe, to reset and regroup, and finally to find joy in being human, being alive, belonging to a community of caring. “This one is a thank you for what you did for me.” Louis gives us the gift of empathy: even in the worst of times, we don’t have to go into the dark woods alone.

Louis gives us permission to forgive our past so that we can believe in a better way. He also allows us to acknowledge the pain in the details, to recognize that grief ultimately comes from love.

There have been times in the past that I’ve driven for miles in sadness, not knowing who to talk to or where to go, alone except for Louis’ music in the car. Sometimes we are faced with dilemmas without happy solutions. We want to talk to people who have passed away. We yearn not to have to go through fire. We think the darkest thoughts.

Somehow it helps to hear very simple words sung honestly. “It comes/ it goes/ we’re driving down a one way road to something better.”

So, welcome.

[elliots-an-idiot]

Hallo, it’s me, Touch-Starved Anon! Is it all right if you could write a smut fic where Dom! Donna and Fem! Reader punished sub! Cassandra! Thanks!

Hi! Thanks for requestin pookie :3 (this is my first time writing smut so uh… I’m trying lmfao)

Needy Little Doll

(Dom!Donna x Fem!Reader x Sub!Cass)

NSFW, which means minors do not interact AVAST YEE GET OFF MY BOAT! GO ON GIT!

As the door shuts behind Bela you turn to face Cass, who only smirks back. After being such a brat all day, a simple smirk is enough to send you over the edge.

“Upstairs, now” You glare at Cass and step towards the little slut who responds with laughter, which only succeeds in furthering your anger. You take another step towards Cass, a warning, and she scoffs and turns away. She moans sinfully as you grab her hair force her onto her knees. “That’s not gonna fly right now princess. You wanna act like a needy little slut? We will treat you like one. Can you come here please Donna? I think our little doll needs a reminder who’s in charge here.”

Cass’s eyes widen as you call for Donna who normally, punishes her bad behaviour. Cass opens her mouth to speak but can’t get a word out before you shove your fingers into her mouth, which she eagerly sucks on. You scoff at her and Donna walks into the room, she looks at the scene unfolding in front of her and sighs before stepping towards Cass.

“Needy little doll, really couldn’t wait could you?” She looks down at Cass mockingly, waiting for an answer. Before reaching down and pinching her nipple, eliciting a whimper from Cass, “Well? Anything to say for yourself slut?”

“This is strange, she’s been super talkative all day!” You mock Cass, accentuating your words by tugging her hair“She even cornered me in the kitchen to whine to me about how wet she was!”

Donna leans down and pulls your fingers out of Cass’s mouth with a pop, followed by a whine from Cass. You release her hair as Donna practically heaves the little slut over her shoulderefore swiftly walking up the stairs to your bedroom.

“What the fuck!? Donna put me do-” Cass whines but is interrupted by a swift and hard smack to her ass, which she moans at. You open the door for Donna and hear a thump as Cassie is thrown onto the bed.

“What did you just call me Doll?” Donna raises an eyebrow as Cassandra who goes bright red. Donna steps towards the bed and begins to undress Cassandra before scoffing, “Poor little doll, so needy she’s not even wearing panties.”

“I… I meant mommy.” Cass whimpers as Donna begins to slowly unbutton her dress, you cross the room and remove your clothing. You sit on the bed and pull Cass in between your legs, so her back is flush to your chest. You undo her bra and begin to toy with her nipples as Donna, now fully nude, joins you on the bed. She leans down and bites Cassie on the shoulder, drawing blood, before reaching down and pushing two fingers into her core. “A-ah! Fuck~”

As Cassie moans and writhes around Donna’s fingers you reach down and begin to toy with her clit, pulling a throaty groan from her. You bite and kiss her neck, marking her as the slut she is. Cassie groans and throws her head back, clearly getting close, so you both stop.

“N-no please I was so close please!!” Cassandra begs and pleads, as you and Donna lock eyes, you have an idea. “I’ll do anything to cum p-please!!!”

“You wanna cum that bad slut?” You laugh as Cass begins to beg again, only to be cut off as you push her off of you. “Lay down, now, legs open. Lay on your back. You wanna cum that bad?”

“N-need to cum.. please?” Cassie begs once again before laying down like you told her to. You smirk at Donna who begins to piston her fingers in and out of Cass. Then you climb onto the bed, positioning yourself over Cass’s mouth.

“Eat me out doll, make me cum and your punishment is over.” You feel Cass instantly reach up and pull you down onto her face, and moan as her tongue hits your clit. “Fuck Cassie! Shit~ just like that. Remember doll, one tap is more, two taps is good, and three taps if you need to stop ok?”

She taps your leg twice as she continues to devour you like your her last meal. You look at Donna and moan as Cassie hits your clit again, “Donna do you- ah~ do you want me to finger you while you do th- ah! That?”

“No dolcezza, I’m fine. I’ll just use our little slut to get myself off but th-” Donna is cut off by a muffled shriek from under you, a sign of Cassie’s first orgasm, “that’s one.”

You feel Cass writhe under you, trying to escape the stimulation as Donna adds a third finger to her pussy. You gently press down slightly, coating her face in your arousal, “C’mon slut, remember our deal? Make me cum and your punishment is over”

“P-please stop!” Cass begs, You begin to pinch and twist her nipples as she struggles beneath you, “I can’t take anymore please!!!

Donna keeps up her pace, but stops momentarily to position herself above Cassie’s thigh and begin to grind against it. You hear Cass tearfully whimper and beg beneath you and simply press yourself further down, and gasp as two fingers enter your core.

“F-fuck Cass~” you moan, then you hear another muffled shriek followed by more begging. “That’s two”

Cassie continues to beg and whine as she thrusts her finger into your core, then she wraps her lips around your clit and sucks. You moan before reaching down and beginning to rub her clit, eliciting another series of incoherent begs from your needy slut. You lock eyes with Donna as she adds a fourth finger, eliciting another, now tearful, shriek from beneath you. Donna smirks, “There’s three, shall we keep going Tesoro?”

“I’m- ah! I’m so close~ fuck… just like that Cassandra!!!!” You shout her name as you cum around her fingers. Apparently, Donna isn’t too far behind because moments later she collapses onto Cassie’s chest. You slowly lift yourself off of her face and press a kiss to her lips, “are you alright doll?”

“T-thank you… that.. that was exactly what I needed.” Cass looks up at the two of you with tears still rolling down her face before croaking out, “I love you both.”

“We love you too needy little doll”

[codenamehazard]

.:Eyes Open:.

[TRIGGER WARNING FOR BLOOD, GORE, BODY HORROR, ARACHOPHOBIA, CREEPY CRAWLIES, THING-LEVEL HORRORS, MENTIONS OF SQUIDGY BITS, GROSS SOUNDS AND VISUALS, MENTIONS OF GUNFIRE]

Chapter 37: Eyes Open

Hey guys! Long time no speak!

I can't believe that the end of the year is upon us once again and it went by in a hurry. I'd like to thank you all of sticking with me through the year, your support means more to me than you will ever know.

We continue on with @one-n-only-cedar's own Ezra Sims dealing with Cole's hot headed attitude and showing him just what he's talking about. Check out InFAMOUS: Equilibrium and tell Cedar Xeno sent you!

Without further ado, let's jump in!

“Here, take a seat.”

The doctor offers as we step into his office, Erza gesturing to one of the two chairs sitting in front of his desk, I let out an annoyed huff. “I’m fine standing, thanks.” I hiss out as Ezra sighs and walks around and sits at his desk. The tension in the air was thick enough to cut. I can see Ezra shuffling some papers around like he’s about to give some damn lecture. Time to cut that off at the pass.

“Okay Funshine bear, before you go yapping on about whatever the fuck. Tell me, why the hell did you pull me aside to tell me something that I already know and not the results of my damn test?” I snarl out as I put my palms on the desk and glare, sparks popping off. Erza sighs while pinching the bridge of his nose before looking at me with that disappointing dad look.

“I can see you’re not one for beating around the bush.” Ezra mutters as he taps the papers and folders on the desk. “First, let me clarify that I didn’t pull you aside to tell you that you’re dangerous. Anyone who isn’t completely off the grid knows that you’re dangerous, even before you became the Beast.” He takes another breath before continuing. “I called you in here to tell you just how dangerous your powers truly are.”

I can’t help but to scoff and roll my eyes. “Right, and what makes this “how” bullshit more important than the results of my damn test?!” I snap. “All I came here for was a physical and a test, that’s it. Not some fucking lecture from a goodie-goodie two-shoes.”

I can see the muscles in the doctor’s jaw tighten as he lets out a breath through his nose, normally I’d get a bit of joy out of getting under somebody’s skin but right now, I just want my damn results so I can uphold my end of the bargain. Without another word, he pulls out three pictures from one of the folders and places two of them on the table.

First one was labeled with my last and first name; looked like some sort of spectrometer result with some very impressive spiking. The second one was labeled “LaVoie, Thomas”, must be Pangolin’s. Ezra set them next to each other and I grimace a bit, a small pit forming in my stomach. Not a match. Damn. Oh well, I got my answer. I could leave right now, but my curiosity got the better of me. “Aight, I’m not a match… So what’s the third picture about?”

Erza, without saying a word, puts down the third picture. I look it over, it’s a perfect match to mine, but the labeling on it has me narrowing my eyes. “Control.” I mutter out. Ezra puts my results and the control results over each-other to drive the point home how much of a match it was. Point for point. “The control signature was taken from the purified Blast Cores we use for the scanners.” Ezra points out in a stern tone. “MacGrath, you don’t just control RFE, you are RFE.”

I can feel the fire in my chest sputter a bit as I stare, gobsmacked at what I am seeing. I’ve always had a feeling that there was something more to those Beast powers than meets the eye, probably even more than John even knew. With just how seamless the transfer happened and how John died after he shirked his powers onto me. The possibility of that very statement being true always lingered in the back of my head, but seeing it in black and white like that? It hits harder than a pissed off bull. I pull up one of the chairs that was originally offered to me and sit down as I even attempt to process yet another information bomb.

As I sit down, the doctor pulls up a small laptop and places it on the desk before turning it so that the screen faces the both of us. With a couple of clicks, a video begins to play. It looked like the battle of Droptown all over again, throngs of Runners and Shamblers running in a mad frenzy as Conduits fight back to defend the border- Oh god, there are MORE of those tumor gorillas?! I recognized their misshapen forms, as they plow through some of the barricades.

They all shared something in common, they were absolutely feral, more so than expected. I look at Ezra, ready to ask for an explanation, but the doctor spoke before I could.

“This was what was going on while you were rampaging around recklessly with your Beast Powers, trying to catch the Jackalope.” Ezra grunts. I just continue to watch as the madness continues to unfold on screen.

“Do you get it now, Cole?” Ezra states, his voice firm and low. “Your Beast powers draw these bastards like moths to a flame.” I can hear him talking, but I wasn’t paying attention as I can’t tear my eyes from the screen as I watch the video turn to look at a couple of Shambler corpses. 

The thin skin on their backs, it starts to… Writhe. Memories of me and my cousin stumbling upon a rotting raccoon body flicker in my mind, remembering how the skin and fur moved and bulged as the maggots underneath fed on the decaying flesh, but this was different. It’s not just wriggling around, it’s bulging and distending. Like something was trying to get out.

There is no sound, but I didn’t need it as I watch the skin of the zombies split and…

Jesus Christ in a handbasket… What are those… THINGS?!

I don’t even… Words can’t truly do justice to describe what the hell I’m seeing. It’s like something from “The Thing.” The viscera seemed to be coming to life, nerves and blood vessels reaching out and even tearing bone off the bodies to give it a scaffolding. The mess of body bits slowly pulls themselves out and reveals what all of that is attached to. Some sort of sack or gland or something. At first these…I don’t think I can even call these things creatures… Are slow and sluggish. I can practically hear the squelches and other sloppy sounds in my head.

As soon these afronts to anatomy were able to lift their saggy gland bodies off the gr- GOD!! They move like those fucking house centipedes but floppier and they are fast!!

I can’t help but to feel nauseous and from the looks of it, the doc ain’t looking too hot either as the video shows those abominations sloppy scuttle towards the Conduits and lunge at them. The other Conduits panic and start shooting at the things before Erza turns the video off.

We both sit in nauseated silence to allow the both of us to recover from the things that I know for damn sure will haunt my nightmares. A merciful respite before the doctor can speak again.

“And that… All of that, how your Beast powers brought those things in droves. That’s not the part that scares me the most, Cole.” The doctor utters, a heaviness giving his words a weight that’s crushing. “The thing that scares me the most? The reason why I pulled you in here…” He pauses to let those words linger before speaking again. “That test? The results not only told me the nature of those powers, but the fact that you haven’t even begun to scratch the surface of them.”

I put my hands onto my head and my elbows on the desk as I just sit there, my head reeling from the nuclear information bomb that was just dropped into my lap and promptly exploded in my face. I know that I’ve been told about the RFE thing by Kestrel and confirmed by Mako and the others, but to see it right in front of me. Proven beyond the shadow of a doubt. Everything now makes perfect sense. Why the Warped when apeshit trying to get to me when I used my Beast-Powers, how the Summoner healed after being blasted with a juice up Hellfire rocket, even the Sparrow-bitch’s radiation hamster-ball makes sense!

For the first time in a long ass time, I feel like I’m starting to get a small inkling of understanding.

As my mind works to sort through this information, I can feel a hissing in my mind. A hunger start to make itself known. Ezra said that what I have on offer is just the tip of the iceberg. That I wasn’t at my peak, I could get stronger. My mind can’t help but to indulge my dark imagination. “Doc says that I haven’t hit my limit yet. My full potential. What the hell is that gonna look like…

…And how do I get there?”

[nadekosnake]

neglected manuscript - Do you have a favorite novel?

from this ancient ask meme

LMAO NO!!! PICKING THE ONE I WAS AFRAID OF 💀 I could make it easy and lie but y’know what? We’re gonna be honest about this 🫡 Gonna be LONG bc I have 1) not talked with about this in any capacity with another human being before and 2) a pretty complicated relationship with this book 🤕

Content warning for CSA 👇

This is difficult partly bc I do love a lot of books but partly bc I don’t like to reveal my actual favorite book… I genuinely worry people will perceive me in a very negative way LMAO. My favorite of all time is Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov 😶 It’s the book I’ve reread the most in my life so far and it is genuinely one of the best written books I have read 🤧 I think generally people are like 😰🤢 when you drop a bomb like that what’s typically supposed to be a light-hearted convo so I usually will say something else! Typically my safe answer is The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald (which genuinely was my favorite book at some point in time, we are not going to dive into this right now).

(A disclaimer as I talked about Lolita fashion before, I am aware that the fashion gets its name from the novel but that’s where the relation ends. I like Lolita fashion because I’m a loser that likes subculture fashion and not because it has the same name or any other connection to the book. That happens to be coincidental. I am staunchly against fetishization of the fashion ok thanks! 🙂‍↕️ back to the program!)

Brief summary for those who need it: Humbert (the narrator) is a scholar and a secret pedophile, who one day meets the Haze family for a home stay. He obsesses over the daughter, a 12 year-old girl named Dolores Haze, who he personally calls Lolita. Humbert marries Ms. Haze to be around the real object of his obsession. Through unfortunate events, he ends up Dolores’s sole caretaker. She lives with Humbert’s constant sexual abuse that spans a cross-country roadtrip, but eventually she runs away with the help of another pedophile. Unfortunately it is not a happy ending. Despite Dolores’s escape from both pedophiles, she dies before she can rebuild a normal life with her future family.

The first time I tried to read it, I was too young (around Dolores’s own age 🫥). It was recommended to me by another middle school girl! God knows what the fuck we were doing back then LMAO but the girl who recommended it to me said it was a love story. Older man girl our age whatever. Tbh when I started it I understood that it wasn’t a love story… and I couldn’t finish it because of how uncomfortable it made me. I reread it a handful of times between middle school and uni with varying degrees of success, and I only really started to grasp it when I reached uni. I do think I was entirely too young to read the book or even understand it, and thankfully it was not used as a tool to manipulate me. It was a dicey time tbh. When I was growing up, there weren’t communities of young women that centered around accepting Dolores Haze as a victim.

I think there’s a disclaimer for those you haven’t read it and think it glorifies CSA and pedophilia. It really does not. Nabokov himself was a victim of CSA and did not condone it. I think that the #1 thing that movie adaptations and pop culture struggle with is that people believe the narrator point blank. So the adaptations all have this horrible romanticization of the story at their cores. People even struggle with understanding the book because the narrator is an Educated & Scholarly Man who is like ✨I’m a poet I’m a sensitive soul and we poets just believe in love✨ like NO!!! The whole point of the story is that he is an unreliable narrator!!! The narrator is a murderer, rapist, kidnapper, and if you’re actually paying attention you see it all with your own damn eyes! And of course nobody really does pay attention! 😭

So like, why is this my favorite? This is also complicated LOL, but I think that there’s a couple of main reasons.

Ultimately, to me, the novel is a puzzle that Nabokov invites you to solve. You have an unreliable narrator, but he’s an excellent manipulator. I think a lot of people lose “the game,” so to speak, the first time they read the book because the narrator is so good at making you see only what he wants you to see (he loves her, he’s just a nice sensitive guy who lost his first love too early, he’s doesn’t mean to hurt “his” “Lolita,” she “seduced” him, she “makes” him do horrible things to her, etc). It is written so well, and since the character himself is a professor and an intellectual, I think it’s easier for folks to let their guard down and to literally be tricked. Genuinely speaking I struggled with what to believe too, especially as a child. The only reason I didn’t buy into the “love story” bit was because by some intuition, I was aware that something Bad was happening despite the narrator’s insistence that it was all good. Tho I could not pinpoint what it was at the time.

But once you break past the facade and you’re fully paying attention the novel, it is like two stories in one. One hand, poets romantics in the name of love blah blah blah, but on the other hand? Dolores is a girl from a broken home, who’s mother is murdered by a man that wants to rape her. She’s kidnapped and shows clear signs of abuse (triggered by paternal affection, cried herself to sleep every night since the abuse started, bouts of disassociation, extreme rebellion towards Humbert, etc). Some of this stuff is actually glossed over by the narrator, but signs of a whole other part of the story are literally right in front of you if you’re paying attention.

For example, there’s a single line about Dolores’s mother, Charlotte, where she reveals in a letter to Humber that both her first husband and her youngest child (Dolores’s baby brother) died. And the narrator does NOT give a rat’s ass about this woman or her woes so it’s never talked about again. It’s whittled down to one single dismissive sentence, and I missed it tons of times. But knowing that, it makes sense why Charlotte acts as she does, why Charlotte and Dolores’s relationship is fraught. And why Dolores acts as she does at the beginning of the novel. Literally the Haze family is going through extreme grief with barely the emotional resources to process a double death in their immediate family. Without that context though, you’re just going along with whatever Humbert wants you to believe. You don’t see who Charlotte or Dolores are as individuals. You miss a chunk of the truth. And that’s literally just one of the smallest instances I can think of. There’s so much to dig through both directly and in between the lines. Nabokov is so deliberate with his writing and so extremely detailed that there’s a LOT of things that are easily missed unless you read it multiple times. This shit is so detailed, there’s scholars dedicated both to Nabokov and to Lolita the novel.

I think the last big reason I keep coming back to it is because I think it’s something so deeply rooted in society, you never really live without Lolita. The book has been bastardized to hell and back because most people, especially those in power once again, Do Not Understand how to read this book. So we’re left with not necessarily Dolores Haze, but this enigmatic “Lolita” the abstract figure of Humbert’s delusions. She is so influential, we all live our lives with her whether or not we’re aware of it. Coquette aesthetic? Lolita. Lana Del Rey? Katy Perry? The Police? Lolita. Marc Jacobs? Carven? Lolita. Vladimir? Excavation? My Dark Vanessa? Lolita. Heart-shaped sunglasses? Lolita. Butterflies??? Yes, Lolita. You can even go so wild with the connections to the point of bringing up the goddamn Lion King (animated 1994 version, Scar is voiced by Jeremy Irons who played Humbert Humbert in Adrian Lyne’s 1997 adaptation).

And it’s this constant reminder, every day. You pass by her on the Internet or in an ad while you’re out and about. She lives in the shadow of your acquaintance or your loved one. She haunts everything in a very real and literal sense. I think that’s what keeps me coming back to the book… even if I wanted to forget about her, I don’t think I ever really could.

[talenlee]

MTG: Tarkir Dragonstorm, First Impressions

Tarkir is one of my favourite Magic: The Gathering settings. I don’t want to think I’m an enormous mark for any time Wizards of the Coast decides to dust off an old setting and bring it back, but thanks to Cyberpunk Kamigawa and the upcoming announcement of Lorwyn 3: This Time It’s Personal I fear that it might actually be true. Then again, they’ve gone to Dominaria several times since they finally got a proper lore bible for it and I hate that setting.

Anyway, Tarkir!

We’re back in Tarkir!

I gosh-hecking love Tarkir!

The world of Tarkir: Dragonstorm is a world which mashes together recent events in the Magic story and the the mangled timestream of Tarkir. Basically, the fascist dragon states were toppled thanks to the old stories of the Khans, and those old factions are back, but back with an evolution of what they were, and now incorporating dragons that have personalities. Dragon fans get dragons and the Khans fans get to appreciate the idea of the Khan philosophies as enduring and enabling triumph in the face of fascist control.

And then new problems happen, which is to say, fans are mad about how it’s executed. I quite frankly, do not care, because being mad that a character that sucks dies off-screen is the kind of brain rot that is best solved by not being overly invested in characters who sucked. But hey! New set! New mechanics!

A new visit to Tarkir brings new mechanics, and we have five mechanics to check out:

Endure, which is just kind of keywording a bunch of creatures from Fate Reforged.

Flurry, which rewards you for playing two spells a turn and only two spells a turn.

Mobilize, which generates tokens temporarily on the aggress.

Harmonize, which is a meaningful followup on the healthy Flashback family of cards, but has kinda a bad name.

Renew, which is a meaningful followup on the healthy Flashback family of cards, but has kinda a good name.

We also got Behold, which keywords a thing that a few cards already did in that it lets you show something from your hand to show commitment to a deck theme, or rewards you for things you already have committed to the board.

In a lot of ways, this set is a mechanical best-of album, things we’ve seen before, keyworded to make them fit efficiently on a card. That’s a reasonably valuable thing to have when you want space to make cards that have room for flavour. We even got some cute French Vanilla creatures, and some almost French Vanilla creatures — Renew cards value a simple construction of keywords after all!

This is normally where I’d put out some cards I’m really interested in playing with, or planning to grab all at once with wildcards at the top of the season. I know with Aetherdrift something similar happened – I didn’t find the set interesting enough to draft a lot, and I didn’t collect much of it, so I have something like 37 boosters sitting in my collection waiting to be popped.

There are still some things I’m curious about trying in Tarkir: Dragonstorm. Thanks to how I play the game now (through Arena), I tend to view rares as either something worth grabbing 4 immediately, like dual lands, or something to wait until I get 4 naturally and then goof around with if it’s interesting. Commons, grab when I need them, and uncommons I make if they’re core to a deck or I can see two or more ways to play with them.

Things I want, then? Omen cards represent a possible interaction with Discover cards; there’s no obvious clones but there are ways to stack a deck with cards that can do something without diluting a creature count, like a Beanstalk based self-mill deck.

The Scavenger Regent excites me a little, since it’s a big creature and a wrath effect, both of which I like having. Descendant of Storms is also a type of card I like, where it’s a early game card that can have late-game juice but which also, realistically speaking, isn’t good enough to play anywhere. Great Arashin City has some use as a fun-of-one-of in my Insidious Roots deck. I suppose Kishal Skimmer has some value as a different kind of engine card with Harmonize and Renew cards, in a slow-and-steady way.

Tarkir is a world of harsh environments, ripped up rocks, wild climates that reach from desert to mountaintop, extravagent, dangerous life-forms, all made to compete in a world defined by a rolling, hazardous natural phenomenon called the dragonstorm. The Dragonstorm was (or is? or was not?) a rolling storm from which entirely new, adult dragons burst forth, thrashing and warring with one another and with the world. It’s a world where the people have to be tough and the life-forms that live here have to survive the nearly endless appetites of a vast, relentless force of draconic generation. When first we arrived in Tarkir, the storms had been stilled, and in the aftermath of their end, the people who remained stitched together their identities and cultures. These factions were led by Khans, cultures of war, and clashed against one another for resources and territory, which everyone handled in different ways.

They were the Jeskai, aloof monks that learned the ways of the self from the roof of the world, the Sultai, aristocratic zombie slave-tenders, the Mardu, a mobile warfront that used tents to find a place to sleep, the Temur, mystical survivalists of the high mountains and the Abzan, the enduring nomads of the impoverished deserts. Each of these communities were made up of people who held together two allied colours of Magic: The Gathering‘s colour wheel and those colours’ mutual enemy. The Jeskai were able to bring together serene calm and aspirational perfection of blue and white, but then elevate those things with the passionate drive of artistic expression of the body. The Sultai’s relentless, ambitious drive for conquest was informed by their predatory view of nature, and the dehumanising of their undead enabled an empire of corpse slavery. The Mardu were a relentless, brawling, violent force of non-stop violence, but that was tempered by honour and a willingness to manage resources that gave them endurance beyond their natural impulses. The wilderness survivalists of the Temur were illuminated through a respect for perfected memories that helped them preserve ancient secrets. The Abzan’s absolute commuunalism was in turn refined by their embrace of ferocious independence, where everyone knew they would be a ghost near-eternal and therefore, stand to protect more, forever.

Then we got Fate Reforged and these awesome factions went away.

I get it, I mean having tried to make my own wedge sets, I am pretty comfortable accepting that three-colour cards are really hard to design and making multiple sets with them as a mandatory theme is gunna run the tank dry pretty fast. The result however, was a time travel plot that 404’d the cool Khans, replaced them with five evil elder dragons, and all the Khans’ cool stories showed them replaced by like, Biff Tannen versions of themselves, transposed from tri-colour legends with a lot of swag to A Bunch Of Monocolour Critters That Suck And Weren’t Exciting (or a straight up ghost). Despite being one of the best settings Wizards had ever released, and beloved by fans overwhelmingly, the Khans of Tarkir block (the last ‘proper’ block), famously tanked in popularity because it went cool set, then two sets that ruined that cool set. Yet there was always hope that if we went back, somehow, Wizards would find a way to bring back what made the set so beloved at least, by me. Because I’m really the only person I can speak for.

Anyway, I think they landed this plane.

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[chososhoeso2]

for me its really clear-- i think the bond memory helps w this btw, and there is a really key cafe interaction that cements this-- that he gets that hes being too much. he doesnt want to scare you, or hurt you. if you really wanted him out of your life he would be gone! if you set boundaries they will be set. he used to have hobbies and other relationships and dreams but at this point in the story his world has slowly been getting narrower and narrower irt what he can access and strive for & the last thing he has thats a bit positive in his life is you. i just see it as circumstantial. yes, hes always had these thoughts about keeping you excessively safe, rooted from the trauma you both share but only he remembers. but thought crimes arent real, and he would never act on them normally! & honestly speaking his actions in the main story may not even have been too much of an overreaction... he has more information about how much danger mc is than she does, clearly. he should share what he knows, for sure, but i think hes just stressed out of his mind, for good reason, even putting aside the chronic pain + and whatever other modifications inherent to the chip are applicable here.

all this to say... none of that matters if you dont vibe with him, though. if hes not for you hes not for you! but i figured since you asked i could go off a bit heehee 🍎

THANK YOU. This is exactly what I was hoping for from my post. I did the bond memory like halfway through Ch.2 of HW, so I started to like him a little bit and then I went back to him locking mc up and telling her that he'd take her somewhere nobody would ever find her 😭

When I unlocked him I just added him to the cafe roster. I didn't try setting it so it would just be him, and he hasn't popped up there yet. Raf is refusing to let anybody else pop in. Typical raf behavior. But honestly hearing Caleb explain that he understands how his actions were coming across and understanding how it might've made mc feel? That right there would make me feel sooooo much better about him.

And I definitely understand the reasons why he wants to protect her. He has more than enough reasons for it. I just wish he would've let her have an active role in all of it, instead of keeping things from her and making decisions for her in the way he did. I mean he knows that she knows about the aether core and he knows she went to the n109 zone, so it's not like she has absolutely no idea what's going on, y'know? But adding in that he has all that stress and chronic pain, on top of the effect of the chip, does definitely give me a perspective that it was moreso an issue of poor decisions made when he can't straight, as opposed to taking actions that only consider mc's physical health and not her mental health. Did mc need rest and to stay out of trouble? Absolutely. Was giving her "cold medicine" and trapping her in the sick bay on a plane the right way to go about it? Not so much.

Thanks so much for your input! I'm kind of excited to see how he is during the dates now! I was really looking forward to him based on the pre explosion interactions at the beginning of the game, so I felt sad that he was like this when he came back. Whatever trauma he went through definitely would be enough to mess someone up, so it does make sense.

[stunads]

can you ever delete memories and feelings from your brain hard drive?

bryan is so interesting

i literally can’t help falling in love with him? scientifically speaking of course

it’s just so interesting

interacting with him from this much more mature place, as someone who understands herself a lot more, and understands life a lot more, and probably him a lot more even though there’s actually so much i don’t know about him now

it’s almost like i can see the past in the present

gosh i wish i could put this in to words

hopefully this is enough for my chronicles

i wonder if we’ll ever get to unlock the mystery of who we are to each other

memories flash in my mind, i can’t see them or conceptualize them but it’s like a feeling

i’ll just randomly smile during the day

and somehow i’ll know it’s because i remembered something about bryan

i mean, i haven’t changed all that much in my core, if anything .. i have become more myself

and that girl is the same girl that fell in love with him

i’m her, heyyyy it’s me

and he’s still so him

so it’s just interesting that after all this time, it feels like no time has passed

and my brain just snaps back to heart eyes, heart boom, smiling at my phone, thinking about .. that thing we used to do

gosh i literally haven’t thought about sex in a minute

that primordial blood oath am i right

let me stop typing

this was supposed to be scientific note taking

i truly need to stress to myself in the future and any potential stalkers or future invited readers that i absolutely do not care about romance at this time in my life

i have absolutely no desire to be in a relationship

i have no relationship gas in my relationship tank

all men are insane

bryan included

i don’t even know if that’s the guy i would even want to be my husband when it’s all said and done

he has on numerous occasions demolished my heart, annihilated my confidence, warped my body image, scrambled my brain to the point where only God knows the extent of how clinically insane that relationship made me, used me for my body? , lied ?, cheated and got away with it ??? , humiliated me, many many more nightmarish things the last of which i will mention here is straight up tell me he doesn’t want to be in a relationship with me lmfao

woof. a lot to unpack still lol

so

when i say scientific i mean scientific

i’m like the most normal genius girl on earth, i know future me will know if she ever needs to go back and review her field notes

that this girl is not tripping over bryan cromwell

just so curious to unravel all of these strange feelings

dreams that feel so real

the unstoppable feeling of wanting to catch up with him if it’s been too long

the undeniable truth that seeing his name pop up on my phone is still in my top favorite feelings

and let’s just say it our fucking sex was bonkers what are we going to do about that

i never want to have sex before marriage ever again stupidest fucking dumb ass idea of my retarded life thanks a lot dumb ass bryan for ruining my fucking life idiot ass

not with the sex that was awesome

by breaking up with me and ruining my life long vow of celibacy until marriage you dumb fucking piece of shit

and then i went insane and had a few accidents because being a girl is very very hard and guys don’t understand this at all and guys are very pressurey and i was raised to perform whatever tasks and fulfill whatever requests were asked of me and there are many other things that contributed to my dumb assfuckign idiot ass being perpetually retarded for a few years

not that you asked or cared piece of idiot shit

sometimes guys threaten you and throw things at you or start screaming or threaten to hurt themselves or start failing out of college if you don’t agree to hang out with them

or get you way more drunk than they got and sometimes even put things in your drink!

or fucking kiss you when you fall asleep in your own house like a fucking freak of nature

so yeah once SOMEONE you ONLY had sex with because he also believed in God and Jesus and also was planning to wait until marriage and then one day he said okay let’s go for it because obviously we are gonna get married we just can’t yet because we’re 16

when that guy dumps you forever right before college starts and he’s going to the same college as you even though he was going to penn state his whole life and said he would never go to tcnj probably just to make sure you don’t fall in love with kevin ramos

because he didn’t see or hear all of the many times you tried to tell him kevin ramos was a dare i say abusive, incredibly manipulative, scary freak that you only fell into the clutches of because aforementioned virginity taker couldn’t decide which of his fan girls he wanted to claim

when that guy dumps you before college, the guy that made you feel guilty about having premarital sex and the imminent afterlife in hell even though he pulled the trigger and you only did it because Jesus personally told you it was totally kosher because we were the most cutest couple ever, married in our hearts and in the eyes of the Lord who knew our hearts

when that guy DUMPS YOU right before you embark on another 4 years of being trapped in the same habitat, and says it’s because he doesn’t like your personality at all he is just using you for your body and that is wrong

when that happens to you, and your sacred seal is broken along with your mind body and soul

and you don’t have the protection of purity any longer

or the will to live lol

welp you get into some precarious situations and girls are taught to fuck their way out of them lest we be stabbed or strangled or punched or something

so anyways woof a lot to unpack there LOL

what was i talking about

oh right

i also only had *** with dumbass mother fucker even bigger idiot evil piece of dumb ass h**** because i thought i was gonna marry his stupid ASS because i’m so fucking RETARDED and i was legally brain dead after my last dumping and as the laws of the realm decree if i get shattered by bryan i have to fall into the hands of a diabolical lying manipulating violent psychopath

but i finally stopped being retarded

so by the power of my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ through the grace of God and the guidance of the Holy Spirit i really really really really don’t want to have sex again with anyone on planet earth unless that man is my husband actually ring on, church saw, God saw, locked in

okay but here’s the crux of the issue - what if he’s trash and got a small dick and no stroke and doesn’t have beautiful eyelashes or crooked pinkies or the voice of an angel or makes those cute little faces and noises or grab me and the right way

okay some of those things i can verify pre maritally

i’ve honestly lost track of things a bit got myself a little flustered

it’s so funny how just thinking about how cute bryan is just wipes away any bad feelings i could have lmfaooo now im like girl chill out why did you pop off for 7 paragraphs he can use us for our body that’s fine

LOL i need Jesus to come pick me up fr like i need to hang up my human body in the rafters of this mortal coil like a jersey, i’m at the retarded mall of life and i need a ride home,

anyways i think i made my points for tonight’s field report

to recap

1. i love being friends with bryan

2. i hope one day the nature of our true meaning to each other will become more evident

3. i hope we both find the perfect partner and will be able to each have a beautiful wedding to exact person God made for us and that we can both be at each other’s wedding and God willing that process could happen at the same time so it’s just perfect and we can be truly happy for each other and friends with each others partners and friends together forever

4. life is so beautiful but also so scary and it makes me happy that even though many things change, i can still talk to bryan cromwell and things don’t feel scary anymore

[soulsdivinity]

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What positive manifestations are coming true ?

One

You’ll manifest a sense of emotional security. You’ll learn that it’s safe to love yourself, others, your hobbies through grounding and affirmations. You’ll acknowledge and validate yourself. I was just saying the other day, people are so filled with anxiety for the tiniest moments that are only in passing bc they don’t want to make a mistake. Usually something bad happened in their life where they can’t trust the situation they’re in and they had the options to fight or flight. Anxiety can be both. I feel like bc I’m talking so much about mental health, you must be manifesting self love. You could be attracting healthier friends, you’ll be certain about who you are. You’ll communicate with others better, and it won’t feel scary bc you know yourself.

Even if you’re wrong, you won’t be hard on yourself about it, it’s normal to be wrong just like it’s normal to be right. You’ll learn not to put your value in what you can produce for others. You’ll grow out of your people pleasing habits. You won’t won’t shove unhealed habits aggressively. You’ll meet yourself with love and understanding instead of punishment. You won’t need to protect yourself from others bc you’re protected by spirit.

Yes at times it will hurt but you know’ll how to grieve pain properly and at your own pace. Everything is okay, you’re loved, cradled, appreciated, and recognized. You are seen. I feel like that’s another manifestation. You’ll get your recognition from others, they’ll see how you’ve grown so powerfully. You’ll feel so alive and full of love like a coffetti balloon in your chest ready to pop. You’ll learn to live life to the fullest and breathe in the moment. You’ll be so proud of yourself as you should. You don’t have to be afraid it won’t happen. Your soul wants it, follow it, it’ll take you there. Manifest with your heart. Thank you for listening. Hope you find peace along your journey. You are so loved. Amen🌟

I feel like this is from a guide, maybe even Jesus. Calm, beautiful, loving energy. Maybe you’re sensitive or an empath. Congrats! See you in the future pile 1🌟

Bc I forgot to type out your cards shows me you need to find the core of your being. You don’t need other influences to find who you are, sometimes feeling your way through is better than knowing.

-angelique

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Two

we’ve come a long way- every moment was worth what we have now - your aura is so powerful - I’ll come pick you up - we protect and nurture each other - I could do nothing with you - what’s next I’m ready - I love the way you move - manifesting beautiful things.

I sense that you’re very focused on something you’re working on. This may have been weighing on your mind for a while. Your guides are coming to help you. It seems like you’ve been running yourself dry, your engine is sputtering. It could be that you want something so desperately but you don’t know how to achieve it. Cry it out, bc spirit is right there with you.

You’re manifesting some help and some love. You’ll manifest good things happening to you. There could be a tower moment that you survive and spirit rewards you for your efforts. I know you’re hurting right now, this is normal. You’ll be stuck for a while but until you realize this doesn’t last forever, it won’t be forever. I feel like you need to trust spirit. I heard “what’s wrong baby? talk to me” this could be a mother figure or a nurturer in your life or in spirit. They don’t want you to forget about them. They want you to know you’re not by yourself. You have your power and you have their help. You have to accept it.

You’ll be manifesting love and acceptance. And maybe healing a mother wound. I’m getting a lot of pain from the mother. And my mom kept distracting me from reading my cards, she couldn’t hear that I was trying to read, and she kept talking to me. Maybe you feel ignored or neglected. It’s like “how could you trust anyone when the first ones to love you caused you the most damage. You’ll get through. I promise, just don’t give up. I know today is hard but each day will become less hard. It’s like your faith is crippled and hates walking into the light. The sunshine doesn’t burn pile two, go out and feel it. Or maybe this person is a Leo who you misunderstood.

I feel like your manifesting something bad out of your life like… spelling your way out. It could backfire if wounds are unhealed. You want the next thing, you want something to happen so badly. You’re working ten times harder to make it happen without spirit. You think they’re withholding from you. You’re burning yourself out trying to get the things you’re not prepared for. You can’t take the shortcut if you want to succeed. What your team wants is to guide you in the right direction but you can’t make the turn if your heart is full of pain. There’s something in the future that requires an open heart, and you’re called to work on that in the present.

And I heard “No we’re not trying to sabotage you. We see things differently. Please don’t give up on us. We know what you’ve been through, it’s been happening for centuries.” From your guides.

I feel like your manifestations are made with lots of determination, but also anger. You need to tell spirit how you really feel so that you can find closure and heal. Maybe that’s the next step to your happiness too. Owning your pain and releasing your resentment for spirit, then talking it out with them. I’m seeing that one day you’ll see why you had those experiences and learn to forgive and apologize to your guides. It really does hurt them when you lash out. I feel how badly they want you to grieve and move on. It’s not something to be rushed, it’s something you have to allow yourself to feel.

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I feel like your guides want you to reach out to them. Feel who they are. Get to know them like friends. Maybe you have a new friend they want you to get closer to. They may speak through this friend, or they gave you a friend to rely on spiritually and emotionally. Your heart is closed off, but this person by their own free will, will love you. I say that bc I get that you’re someone who’s waiting for a betrayal. This person is just like you actually. Lol it’s kinda funny how we run from ourselves.

Writing could help you. And talking to a friend. The right friends won’t see you as a burden. I kinda started chatting about messages and lessons, so it’s possible you could have a really smart friend in your life who is a deep thinker.

Also I wanna add that you need to nurture your emotions rather than control them. I used to kinda force positivity instead of feel it, like “stop, you’re okay, everything is fine, you have a home, you have spirit”. It was like I was trying to convince myself I was okay. I didn’t know what I was doing wrong until I actually slowed down and thought about the real issue.

Safety is the issue. You don’t feel safe, bc when you did feel safe at some point something bad happened and it cost you your joy, innocence, hope. And those same feelings are being “protected” by your anger, depression, pain, mood swings. It’s hard for people to know you when you’re like this.

You don’t need to protect yourself anymore especially from spirit or the ones in the 3d who SHOW YOU that they love you. You’re going to have love in your life but you’re afraid your happiness will be taken away from you like before. That’s the guilt, the fear of others opinions, fear of abandonment, the ptsd responses all saying it’s too good to be true.

Your untouched peace, joy and love is a reminder of your pain, and it’s time for you to learn how to earn that back from yourself. Show yourself that it’s safe and that your pain is validated. The calmer you are the better your intuition, the better your judgment. The goal is clarity. Love is real, be brave enough to prove it.

-angelique

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[shadowphatom22]

Walker and his adopted half son Chapter 1

Again I am sorry that the first chapter got delated :(

Hello everyone, I hope you are having a fantastic day today I am super happy to say that the first chapter of my story that I have written is done and it is my first one I am super excited yet nervous!  

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Naturally I do not own Danny Phantom which belongs to Butch Hartman. (Note if you have not seen the show I Highly recommend you see it before reading this if you are a newbie or you will not fully understand).

I was given the OK from @five-rivers​ to use this AU and turned it into the story that I am posting and I hope you all like it.

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Now let’s start this story, shall we?

Walker and his adopted halfa son  

Chapter 1) Danny having ghost problem again?

No point of View

When ghosts are born there are different types, true ghosts are born in the ghost zone, then there is the undead ghost, which is after the life of a human is done and come to the ghost zone they are called an undead ghost. During this time both types of ghosts take months to stabilize and start forming, and they start as blobs with different lengths of tails and different shades of green depending on how evil or good they are dark being evil and cruel light green being good, and kind however the action of an infant ghost can affect the color of their skin, in other words, if they did something bad, then their skin slowly turns darker green and it works both ways too and for their eyes are the color of their core, and when they start growing into whatever form they see fit or who they look up to.

Unfortunately, that can be slightly hard for Danny however he does not know about this and it is a bit of a learning moment when it happens, luckily his not going through it alone, he has Sam, and tucker who have been there right from the start and helping him physically, and his sister Jazz who found out due to help of the psych bitch and her henchman, since then she has been helping him mentally, which is a good thing because his human has physically grown normally however mentally it some time goes on the same level as his ghost form, and it has slowly been happening more and more often, which of course is showing a red flag between Sam, Tucker, and Jazz, unfortunately, they don’t know what to do and they just think it is a ghost thing given that Danny is half ghost and half-human, so ghost habits and behaviors is a whole new thing for the four them, not to mention trying to make sure Danny, and Jazz’s parents do not find out, along with keeping the crazy fruiteloop away from them, and along with going to school so it can be really packed when redom ghost pop up out of the blue and like to give them hell and destore places, ever sense he got his powers.

One day Danny is in the ghost zone exploring the zone and trying to make a map because getting lost is not fun he looks at the time on his watch, reads the time of 8:00 pm, and decided to head home so he does not miss his 10:00 pm curfew. On his way to the portal to home, he spots Walker’s goons, and the best course of action is to void them because he is tried and he needs food, along with doing his homework for school Danny went in a different way, that leads to the portal while voiding walker’s goons naturally it falls and they spotted him, and start attacking him to bring him in while Danny keeps putting up shield after shield, something happens to Danny that both of Walker’s goons paled and become speechless.

See what happens next!

???? Goon 1: YOU’RE A BABY????

???? Goon 2: ……….. ( still in shock)

Danny: …… (looks confused while trying to look mad)