#also she has Adhd (or at least the voice in her head does

[afalconfromalcyoneus]

Baby girl

Drew this bc the WC website published a preview of "The Elders' Quest" from the new arc Changing Skies. What do y'all think about it? The writing is very wonky imo but ofc I love Moonpaw's pov.

[alessiasfreckles]

she's mine (georgia stanway x reader)

inspired by she's mine by eva westphal / life with your adhd girlfriend, georgia

warnings: none

a/n: this is in no way me saying that georgia stanway has adhd (or that she takes medication)!!!!! but as someone with adhd, it wouldn't surprise me if she does. also the bit about pronouncing words differently is word for word what i said to my girlfriend that made her ask me to marry her so

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I love her the days she forgets to text back Her phone is on silent, sometimes I get mad

“I’m sorry,” Georgia says when she comes through the front door. She’s biting her lip and her thumb and finger rub together, the way they do when she’s anxious. 

“It’s okay,” you say simply. You can’t help but feel mildly annoyed, but you know she didn’t do it on purpose, and you know that being mad at her isn’t going to help, it’ll just make her feel worse.

“I just- my phone was on in my bag, and I thought I’d walk home since the weather is so nice for once, and I was listening to music and kind of zoned out and my phone was on silent and-” she rambles, trying to explain herself.

“G, it’s okay, I promise,” you hug her gently, and her body sags against yours.

“You’re not mad?” she asks, and her voice sounds so small, so unsure.

“No, baby, I’m not mad,” you tell her. “I was worried, that’s all. Normally you’re home by 4, but you weren’t, and you know how I get worried. But I’m not mad.”

You feel her nod against your shoulder, still wrapped in your arms. She pulls away just enough to be able to look at you, your arms still resting on her shoulders, hers around your waist. 

“I’m sorry for making you worry,” she says. “I’ll try to remember to message you next time, or at least put my phone on loud so I notice if you message me or try to call me.”

“Thank you, baby,” you tell her, kissing her sweetly. “That’s all I need.”

I love her the weeks she can't get out of bed I love every curl, every hair on her head

“What if I quit?” she asks one day. She’s been having ‘bad brain days’, as she calls them, a lot lately. Constantly flip-flopping between having no energy and wanting to stay in bed, and being so restless she could scream. 

“Quit?” you ask, drawing circles on her back as she lays next to you in bed. 

“Quit football,” she mumbles into the pillow. “What if I just quit football?”

She’s not really asking that, and you know it. She just feels trapped at the moment. Understimulated and overwhelmed at the same time. Her brain needs action, excitement, something to focus on. 

“You don’t want to quit,” you tell her, kindly. “I mean, it’d be okay if you did, but I don’t think you do, really. Do you?”

“No,” she sighs, and rolls over on the bed, starfishing. One arm is draped over you, and the smooth underside of her wrist absentmindedly rubs against the crook of your elbow. “I guess not.”

You can see her brain running a million miles an hour. “Do you want to talk about it?” you ask. 

She shrugs. “I don’t know how. There’s too many thoughts, I don’t know how to put them into words, or how to start.”

“You can just say words. I’ll piece it together,” you tell her, and she flashes a smile at you, grateful for how well you understand her.

She thinks for a minute, quiet, and you wait patiently, knowing not to push her. She’ll start talking when she’s ready. 

“I just want my brain to chill the fuck out,” she says finally, and all you can do is nod and press a kiss to her forehead. 

I love her the nights she complains that she's cold But I'm always warm, so I give her my coat

“I don’t understand!” she exclaims, shivering slightly. “Why does it feel so cold? It’s not like it doesn’t get this cold in England, if anything, it’s warmer here! We’re much further south!”

You slip your coat off. You’ve lived here much longer than she has, you’ve gotten used to the weather. Plus, like any good German (or person living in Germany), you understand the importance of layering, so you usually have enough layers on to keep you warm, even without a coat. 

She blushes when you help her slip into your coat. Grabbing the collar, you pull her in for a kiss, and when you pull away, she’s smiling.

“You know,” you say, tilting your head slightly. “I’m starting to think you just like wearing my coats.”

“Hm,” she hums, leaning forward to kiss you again. “Maybe.”

Oh, I even love her when she's running late I'm always on time so I'll work while I wait

You’re sitting in a café when your phone vibrates. Before you check it, you already know that it’s a message from Georgia. 

sorry i’ll be there soon i promise!!!

If you had to guess, you’d say it was going to be about 15 minutes before she got to the café. You didn’t mind. You went to the café every Wednesday afternoon. She’d meet you there after training, sometimes earlier, sometimes later. At first, it had annoyed you. You felt like she was saying you weren’t important enough for her to prioritise. After a while, you realised how hard she was trying, and that it really wasn’t her fault. Her time blindness made it hard for her to realise how much time had passed, a couple minutes easily turning into half an hour. She would set timers, alarms, reminders, but most of the time her brain would just block them out. You’d grown to enjoy the time alone before she arrived, planning for it, bringing a book or a podcast.

Ten minutes after you received the message, the bell above the café door tinkles as she comes flying in. She slides into her seat at your usual table, the one in the corner by the window so you can people-watch. 

“I’m sorry I’m late!” she says quickly. Her face is flushed and her hair is windswept, still slightly damp from showering after training. She frowns, remembering something the two of you had talked about, about saying thank you, rather than apologising. “Wait, no. Thank you for waiting for me.”

“I’ll always wait for you,” you tell her, and she smiles.

She is funny and clever and kind She says whatever pops in her mind, oh And she's so fucking weird, that when she's with me I'm laughing most of the time And she's mine, she's mine

“Have you ever thought about how weird it is that we pronounce words the way we do?” she asks, and you blink at her, sleepily. She’s sat up in bed, looking wide awake.

“Babe, it’s 7:30 in the morning,” you say, eyes watering as you hold back a yawn.

“Good morning,” she says, kissing you. “Anyway. Have you ever thought about it?”

“Uh, not really,” you sit up, joining her, rubbing sleep out of your eyes. “How long have you been awake?”

“Mh, like, an hour? I woke up and couldn’t get back to sleep.”

“Oof, I’m sorry.”

She waves a hand and keeps talking, undeterred. “Like, imagine if we pronounced pineapple like Minneapolis. Pin-ee-a-pol-is. Or what if Dwayne was pronounced like Kanye. Dwan-ye. Actually, I guess that one doesn’t work. The ‘y’ is in the wrong place.” she says, frowning.

You burst out laughing.

“What?” she says.

“I love you,” you tell her, and kiss her until she can’t even remember how to pronounce her own name properly. 

I love her when she forgets to plan ahead I love her when she repeats what she's just said

“Oh, did I tell you that I’m starting on Thursday?” Georgia says as she rummages through the drawer of her bedside table.

“That’s great, baby!” you say. She starts most games now, but you’re still filled with pride every time she walks out onto the pitch.

“Shit,” she says, frowning.

“What’s wrong?” you ask.

She holds up her medication bottle, upside down. “I forgot to order a refill.”

“Ah,” you say. You can see her initial frown of realisation turning into one of frustration. “It’s okay, baby. We’ll call and order a new one as soon as the doctor’s opens.”

She nods silently, still frowning.

“What are you thinking?” you ask, gently, and she shrugs.

“Feel stupid. This happens nearly every month,” she says, voice small and angry.

You hug her tightly, staying there until you feel her tense body start to relax against you.

“You’re not stupid,” you tell her, voice calm but serious. “You’re not. I promise.”

She huffs a little, sagging. “But I always do this.”

“That doesn’t make you stupid. It just means that your brain isn’t very good at remembering things like this,” you say, rubbing circles on her back. 

She nods, frustration and anger quickly ebbing away. “Hey, did I tell you that I’m starting in the game on Thursday?” she asks, perking up, and you giggle.

Oh, I even love her when she's fast asleep I'll keep her warm when we're under the sheets

“Chilly,” she mumbles into your pyjama top as she spoons you, holding you tightly.

“You’re just using me for my warmth,” you tease, and you can feel her nodding against your back. You squeal when she puts her cold feet on the back of your legs, and her body shakes slightly as she laughs.

“You’re so nice and warm,” she sighs, wriggling to try and get closer to you.

“You know, you’d probably be warmer if you wore pyjamas,” you tell her, smiling, already knowing what she’s going to say.

“Gross,” she says. “I’ll feel all trapped and sweaty and suffocated. Ugh, and what if there’s itchy tags? No, thank you.”

“You know, you can cut the tags out,” you say, laughing.

She shakes her head against you. “No, thank you,” she repeats, voice thick with sleep.

You wake up during the night to pee, and when you crawl back into bed, you look at the sleeping form of your girlfriend. She’s curled in a ball, the duvet pulled tightly around her. As you wriggle under the covers and wrap an arm around her waist, her back against your front, she lets out a content sigh, leaning into your warmth.

She is funny and clever and kind, oh She says whatever pops in her mind, oh And she's so fucking weird, that when she's with me I'm laughing most of the time And she's mine, she's mine

“Oh, baby, are you crying?” you ask, looking over to Georgia, who’s sniffling, curled up in the corner of the sofa.

“No,” she says, looking at you with tears streaming down her face.

“Darling,” you say, holding an arm out so she can cuddle into your side. “It’s okay! It’ll all be okay!”

“B- but,” she sniffs, wiping a tear away. “He doesn’t know that! He’s just a little baby!” 

She gestures to the TV, where Brother Bear is playing. Somehow, she’s never seen the film, and as it’s one of your favourites, you decided it was finally time for her to see it. 

You look at her, fresh tears welling up in her eyes as she watches the little bear, and you can’t help but giggle, heart overflowing with love and adoration.

“Are you laughing at me?” she asks, but you can hear laughter in her voice, despite the tears. 

“No,” you say, pressing your lips together firmly, body shaking as you try to contain it. 

“You are!” she gasps dramatically, looking at you with wide eyes. “I can’t believe I’m crying and you’re just laughing at me!”

You poke the corners of her mouth, which are wiggling up and down as she tries to keep herself from laughing. She swats your hand away, but it’s too much and she can’t keep it in any longer. You both dissolve into a fit of giggles, and she has to wipe new tears away, but this time they’re from laughing so hard.

“See!” she says, in between laughter. “Now I’m crying again!”

She can’t keep a straight face, though, and neither can you.

When you’ve both finally calmed down, you can’t help but kiss her. “I love you,” you mumble into the kiss, and she smiles against your lips. 

“I love you, too,” she replies, eyes sparkling brightly.

And I see her smoking a cigarette Dancing through fountains you almost fell in You're drinking red bull at night when I can't have my coffee past 12pm And I'm so fucking grateful for every bullet I dodged to get to you Yeah, I'm so thankful for every moment I've got with you

You’re walking through a park in Munich on a summer evening, enjoying the warm air, when you come across a playground. There’s a big rope pyramid in the middle, surprisingly tall, considering it’s supposedly made for children.

“Hey, babe,” Georgia says. “Bet you I can climb up that in 10 seconds.”

“10 seconds?” you ask, raising an eyebrow. 

“Yeah!” she nods enthusiastically. “From the start to the top. Easy.”

“Hm,” Pretending to think about it, you squint at the pyramid. “What do I get if you don’t manage it?”

“A kiss.”

You roll your eyes. “I’ll get a kiss anyway.”

“Fine, I’ll put away the laundry tomorrow,” she says and you hum, not convinced. Her eyes brighten. “And I’ll do that thing you like in bed when we get home. You know, with the vibrator, and-”

“Okay, that’s enough,” you say, quickly looking around to make sure no one was nearby. “Fine. If you win, what do you get?”

“A kiss. And a massage when we get home,” she grins.

“Deal.”

“Can you time it on your phone?” she asks eagerly, bouncing up and down on her feet, and you laugh. “But don’t start it until I say go!”

“Okay, okay!” you chuckle, and she bounds towards the pyramid. She waits at the bottom, watching you, waiting for you to have your phone out. 

“You ready?” she calls out, and you nod, giving her a thumbs up. “Okay, now!”

You start the timer as she scales the pyramid, reaching the top with 3 seconds to spare. 

“7 seconds!” you yell up to her, and she lets out an excited whoop, pumping her fist into the air. She stands up briefly, then sits down on the rope again. You watch her look around, frowning. “You okay, baby?” you call.

“Yeah, I, um,” she says, running a hand through her hair, and says something so quietly that you can’t hear it.

“What?”

“I- I don’t know how to get down!” she yells, and you can see the blush on her cheeks from where you’re stood.

“What do you mean? Just climb down, like you climbed up,” you call.

“I can’t! It’s too high!”

You watch her frowning, arms folded across her chest, when you have a realisation. “Wait, baby, are you scared of heights?”

“Um,” she says, not looking at you. “Maybe?”

“Okay, hang on.”

You climb the pyramid, and when you reach the top, she clings onto your hand. Slowly, the two of you make your way down together, you telling her where to put her feet. When you’re on the ground, she looks at the ground sheepishly, cheeks still pink from embarrassment. 

“I may have, um, gotten overexcited,” she admits, and you laugh.

“You? Overexcited? No, surely not!” you tease, and she rolls her eyes.

“Yeah, yeah,” she mutters, not meeting your eyes, and you take her hand and pull her close, kissing her until she forgets about the fact that she needed your help to climb down. 

You are funny and clever and kind, oh You say whatever pops in your mind, oh And you're so fucking weird, that when you're with me I'm laughing most of the time And you're mine, you're mine Mine

[lavenderlegends]

can you fall in love after a single kiss?

ship: stiles/derek prompt: crisp air characters: erica, scott, isaac, danny, jackson, allison mention, boyd mention cw: drinking tags: college au, fluff word count: 2.6k ao3 ♞♚♞♚

"Ahhhh," Stiles says, as he steps out into the crisp fall air. He looks over at Erica. "Do you feel that?"

"Hm?" she says, looking up from her phone. "What's that?"

"The air! Fall has begun!" Stiles exclaims. He nudges her. "C'mon, why aren't you enjoying this?"

"Because," Erica says, looking back down at her phone as they walk down the path towards the parking lot. "I've got a lot going on at the moment."

"Mhm, it's that guy, isn't it?" Stiles asks, trying to peek at her screen. She hides it from him with a pointed expression.

"None of your business," she answers.

"Ugh. Well, will I at least see you at Danny's party?" Stiles shoves his hand into his pocket, searching for his Jeep keys. Erica doesn't answer by the time he's pulled out the bi flag lanyard, so he pouts. "Ericaaaa, midterms are over. We have to celebrate. Please tell me you're coming to Danny's party."

"What?" she asks, looking up at him. "Oh. Danny's party. Yes. I'll be there."

"Will he be there?" Stiles asks, wiggling his eyebrows.

Erica's face flushes in a way he's never seen before. She shrugs. "Maybe."

"I can't wait to meet the mystery man, then."

"He's not a mystery man. He's just a guy I met at the library." Erica bites her bottom lip when they reach his Jeep and are about to say goodbye. He doesn't rush to open the door.

"What is it?"

"I think... oh my god, I can't believe I'm even thinking this, let alone saying this... but..."

"Spit it out already," Stiles says, shaking with impatience. He should've taken his Adderall today, but definitely forgot. He likes to pretend he does better studying without it, but his most recent midterm would prove otherwise.

Erica ducks her head. "I think he's, like, the one."

"What," Stiles blurts. He doesn't mean to, really, but he's never ever heard Erica talk like this and they've been best friends since kindergarten. Stiles waits until she lifts her head up again before he asks, "Are you possessed?"

She shakes her head.

Stiles blinks. "Holy shit, Erica! That's huge. I never thought you'd settle down for a boyfriend, let alone the one."

Erica lets out a soft laugh. "Yeah, me neither. I don't know what it is about him, Stiles, but he gets me."

"Does he...?"

"Know I'm trans? Yeah," Erica says, nodding. "I know. It's strange, isn't it? I don't think I've ever been on a second date before."

"But this guy?"

"This guy," Erica confirms, a shy smile crossing her lips. "This guy is something else. Listen, I'm going to go shopping before Danny's party. I want to look good. I'll catch up with you later?"

"Sounds good."

"And if you tell anyone what I said--"

He laughs. "As if anyone would believe me."

"True." Erica grins, and bounces away with a skip in her step. Stiles stares after her.

This party is going to be one to remember.

Erica's in love. It's obvious. She just met the guy a week ago, but some things are undeniable.

He smiles to himself as he gets into his Jeep. Maybe, just maybe, the one for him is at the party tonight too.

♞♚♞♚

Stiles shows up a little late, but he meant to be on time. He even set like six alarms to stop his ADHD from getting in the way, but alas, it was pointless. He just hopes Danny isn't mad.

"There you are!" Danny's voice comes when Stiles enters the kitchen.

"Hey, sorry." Stiles hands him a bag of ice. "I know, I know. Super late. I'm sorry."

"It's okay, Derek also brought ice."

Stiles jerks his head back. "You asked Derek to bring you ice too?"

"I did," Danny says. "Figured you'd be late. I've known you since high school, remember?"

"Yeah, yeah," Stiles says, rolling his eyes. "I just can't believe you asked Mr. Grumpy Pants to bring ice. It's like asking a bear to step out of their cave while they're hibernating."

"Ha, ha," a sarcastic, dry tone comes from behind him.

Stiles jumps and whips around to see Derek freaking Hale standing behind him. He groans. "Are you everywhere? I swear, you have the hearing of a bat."

Derek tilts his head. "You shouldn't be that surprised to see me. I am Danny's roommate."

"Mhm," Stiles says. "Don't remind me."

Stiles and Derek haven't gotten along since first semester of first year. The guy has been nothing but rude and grumpy to Stiles. His theory is that Derek's in love with Danny, especially because his attitude just got worse after he learned that Stiles and Danny used to hook up in high school.

But Danny's been dating Jackson pretty much since they started college, so Stiles doesn't get why Derek's not over him yet.

"Alright, I'm off to find Scott and Isaac!" Stiles announces, before muttering, "'Cause I can't stand to be around you anymore."

Derek snorts. "Like I want to be around you either."

"Can't we be nice for one night?" Danny pleads, but Stiles just tosses his hand in the air and walks towards the living room.

Erica's talking to a very handsome guy in the corner, and she's twirling her hair. He freezes, watching them. He's never seen her twirl her hair before. Ever. But there she is, giggling, and looking up at this guy with the biggest heart-eyes he's ever seen.

"Oh my god, I can't believe it," Isaac says, suddenly appearing at Stiles' side. Scott joins him on the other side. "I've never seen Boyd talk so much to a girl before."

"Yeah, it's a bit weird," Scott says. "Erica's like... usually on the prowl by now."

"Jesus," Stiles mutters. "You make her sound like a cougar."

"Well, you know what I mean. She eats boys up and spits them out. It's her thing," Scott says. "I've never seen her so... infatuated before."

"That's a great word for it, honey," Isaac says, grinning. He shares a look with Scott, and Stiles groans. "What?"

"You two are also disgustingly in love," Stiles mutters. "Everyone seems to be these days!"

"Calm down," Scott says, but he's still got a moony look towards Isaac on his face. "You'll find the right person soon."

"Uh-huh." Stiles sighs. "I'm going to find Lydia. You two are making me nauseated."

He doesn't wait for them to protest, but heads out to the balcony. He smiles when he finds Lydia alone. She takes a long sip of her drink before looking at him.

"Nice night out, huh?" Stiles asks.

"Yeah." Lydia sighs. "I wish Ally was here tonight."

"Why isn't she?" Stiles asks, glancing back through the windows as if he might magically spot her.

"She went home to visit her parents."

"Are you two...?"

"Yeah," Lydia admits. "We're keeping it on the downlow for now. I mean, her breakup with Kira is still pretty fresh. But..."

"Damn." Stiles rubs his face. "Everyone seems to be in a relationship these days."

Lydia pats his shoulder. "I'm sorry, darling. You'll find someone. I just know it."

"Yeah. That's what they keep telling me." Stiles sighs.

Lydia finishes her drink and then says, "I'm going back inside. You coming?"

"I think I'll stay out here for now." Stiles doesn't care if he shivers. Nothing is going to make him go back inside now.

Erica has Boyd. Danny's with Jackson. Scott and Isaac have been dating for almost a year. Now Lydia and Allison? When is it going to be his turn?

Stiles stretches his neck before leaning over the edge of the balcony. He's looking into a parking lot, and it's not very exciting, but he can sort of see the city lights from here, and that's nice. He guesses.

He's not drunk enough for this.

Maybe he should ditch the party, curl up, and watch Disney Plus. Anything would be better than this. Being alone. Again. As always.

"Room for one more out here?"

Stiles freezes at the sound of Derek's voice before turning. "What do you want?"

"Thought maybe we could talk." Derek shuts the door gently behind him. "What do you say?"

"Whatever," Stiles mutters.

"What's your problem with me?" Derek asks, as if he doesn't already know. Stiles glances at him again but can't stare too long because his heart has started to pound.

He's never actually been alone with Derek before.

"Like you don't know," Stiles mutters.

"I don't," Derek says, flatly.

"You've been nothing but rude to me, and you only got ruder once you learned about my history with Danny."

Derek blinks. "What are you talking about?"

"Sure. Play dumb." Stiles rolls his eyes. He turns to face Derek now, surprised at how close they are together. It's not a huge balcony, but it's not that small either.

Derek looks down at Stiles, just slightly, and asks, "Talk to me like I'm dumb."

"Fine." Stiles lifts his head and bites his lip. Derek's eyes are unwavering on his. "You are the rudest person I have ever met. You totally changed your vibe around me after the news about Danny and I came out. You were stiffer, and not in like, a fun way. You wouldn't look me in the eyes. You just... grunted. A lot. Danny was my first. I was his first. It was all very sweet, but just because you're in love with Danny, doesn't mean you have like... claim on him. He's his own person. And he chose Jackson. So, I don't get why you're such an asshole to me."

Stiles is shaking now, but he doesn't care.

The crisp fall air has turned cold.

And then...

Derek kisses him.

Stiles would jerk back if he had the ability to think. But Derek's lips are hot against his, and suddenly, Stiles is grabbing onto Derek's sweater, and holding him there.

He'd be lying if he said this hadn't popped into his mind before. But he never thought... never in a million years imagined... never...

Derek pulls away, but not far.

His voice is soft but gruff when he says, "I have no idea what you're talking about."

Then he turns on his heels and walks back into the party. As if he hadn't just given Stiles the best kiss of his life.

"What the fuck?" Stiles whispers, bringing his shaking fingers up to his lips.

He doesn't know what to make of that, so he stays out on the balcony until it's too cold, and then when he goes back into the party, Derek's already gone.

♞♚♞♚

He can't stop thinking about it. He might actually understand Erica's obsession with her phone and Boyd now. Stiles waits. He waits for some sort of flicker of hope that maybe Derek kissing him was real. That maybe it wasn't a fluke.

But no notifications ever come. No Instagram follow. No accidental Tweet like. Not even a Facebook friend request.

Stiles hates it.

♞♚♞♚

"Hey darling, I'm sorry, but I have to bail on our shopping trip today," Lydia tells him on the phone a few days later. "Allison had a rough time at home, and came back to campus early. I'm going to go over to hers, is that okay?"

"Yeah, of course," Stiles says, absentmindedly.

"Okay, thank you!" Lydia sends kisses through the phone and hangs up.

It takes him a minute to realize they've said goodbye and she's gone.

He's busy staring at Danny's messages in Whatsapp and debating on what to say.

Nothing sounds right.

hey your dumb roommate kissed me

hey can you fall in love after a single kiss

hey I was wondering if I could come over?

The last one, he sends.

Danny gives him a thumbs-up and Stiles makes his way over. He hesitates at the door, but it swings open and Jackson stands there.

"Jesus!" Jackson says. "You almost gave me a heart attack, Stilinski. What are you doing here?"

"Uhhh."

"We're going to hang out and play some video games!" Danny's voice comes from somewhere in the apartment.

"That," Stiles says.

"Alright," Jackson replies, shaking his head. "Just, like, knock next time." He pauses to call back to Danny. "Love you!"

"Love you too!" Danny shouts.

Jackson heads out and leaves the door open for Stiles. He slowly inches his way into the apartment and shuts the door behind him.

"Is, uh, Derek here?" Stiles asks.

"Huh?" Danny says, coming into the living room. He wears a bright smile. "No, no. He hasn't been around all week. Studying for some big test he has next week, I guess. The apartment's all ours."

"Where's Jackson going?"

"Oh, his dad's in town, so they're having dinner."

Danny gives Stiles a quick hug. "C'mon, let's play."

"Sure."

It's reasonable of Danny to assume Stiles wants to play a video game, but all he wants to do right now is ask about Derek. He shoves his questions deep down though.

At least, until he can't hold it in any longer. They're three hours deep into the newest game Danny bought and Stiles blurts, "Why would Derek kiss me?"

Danny freezes, pauses the game, and turns to look at Stiles. "He did what now?"

"He kissed me. At your party. On that balcony. Last week." Stiles breathes. He's finally told someone else and it feels good. "Why... why would he do that?"

"I... I honestly don't know," Danny says, slowly. His eyebrows come together. "Although, now that I think about it, he does ask about you sometimes."

"He does?" Stiles asks, hating how hopeful he sounds.

"Yeah. Like he asked if I had heard from you after the party," Danny explains. "I thought it was a little weird, but... Derek's kind of weird, y'know? Keeps to himself a lot."

"Right." Stiles bites his lip. "Okay, you know what, let's not talk about it anymore. Pretend it never happened."

Because that's what Derek's doing.

"Sure thing," Danny says, and hits play on the game. Stiles is almost instantly killed.

♞♚♞♚

Stiles is walking to class with Erica through the courtyard when he finally sees Derek for the first time since the party.

"Hey, I'm not feeling well suddenly." Stiles puts a hand over his stomach. "Dairy issues."

Erica scrunches her nose. "Gross, Stiles. You really don't need to tell me that every time. And also, stop eating dairy!"

Normally, he'd laugh, but he's too tense. "Catch you back at home?"

"Sure. Feel better," Erica says, kissing him on the cheek.

Stiles waits until she's in the building and out of sight before he crosses the courtyard. His heart pounds so loud he can hear it. He's losing his nerve the closer he gets, but he doesn't stop.

"You kissed me."

Derek swings his head up from his textbook. He meets Stiles' eyes and calmly says, "Yes."

"Why?" Stiles asks, slipping into the picnic table bench. "Because I've been thinking and thinking and nothing makes sense except--"

"I have a crush on you." Derek says it so clear-as-day, it almost shakes Stiles' core.

"But why?"

Derek swallows before answering. He keeps his voice low. "Because you are so unafraid to be yourself. Because you clearly care about our mutual friends. Because you show up with ice even when you're an hour late. Because you're loud and obnoxious and funny and a smart ass. Because you don't care that my parents are rich and my dad's the dean of our school. You treat me the exact same way. You don't tiptoe around me or ask me for favours or try to get in good with me to get in with my dad."

Stiles blinks. He's positive that at some point Danny told him about Derek's parents, but he didn't realize that people... did that to Derek because of them. He swallows.

"I... I see."

"Does that answer your question?" Derek asks.

"Yes. But I have one more."

Derek simply stares at him.

Stiles musters up all his courage and says, "Can we do it again?"

♞♚♞♚

[caus34concern]

i'm tired of pretending that play rehearsal/theater isn't some sort of escape mechanism for christine and that she doesn't have a ton of underlying issues so here's this thing

an escape mechanism is a mental process which enables a person to avoid acknowledging unpleasant or threatening aspects of reality.

"I look around, and everyone's hurting. I wish there was something real I could do to make things better, but I don't know how. So I guess I'll just do theater."

christine's whole character revolves around play rehearsal/theater and her passion for it. when it starts, she's happy. when it's over, she's sad. basically, on a surface level, her entire personality is just being an eccentric theater kid. theater could just be a hyperfixation of hers since she does have adhd, but hyperfixation itself can also be a coping mechanism in the way that sometimes it leads to the avoidance of your problems and instead just causes you to turn to your hyperfixation as a distraction which is basically just escapism. she mentions doing similar when she talks to jeremy right before the pitiful children in the bway production.

for a more in-depth analysis on how and why it's an escape mechanism, it's basically just rooted in how christine wants things to be easy. she said so herself in voices in my head. and that's why she enjoys theater. because it makes her life easy. everything is planned out in a script and there's no uncertainty or pressure of having to decide what to do. she doesn't have to worry about making mistakes or sudden surprises or going off-topic into some tangent because everything is planned. if something happens in a play, it probably happened for a reason, and that reason ultimately usually leads to a happy ending.

another thing about theater she likes is acting. she mentions in a guy that i'd kinda be into that she doesn't relate to other people her age unless she's on stage which is basically just her indirectly saying that she feels disconnected to others and only feels connected when she's on stage. when she's playing a role. when she's acting as someone else. basically, she only connects with people when she pretends to be someone who she's not. in addition, she says in i love play rehearsal that the only time she gets to be the center of attention is when she's acting. there's also this line from the i love play rehearsal demo where she says that when she's being praised on stage she feels like she's in control but then remembers it's just the role she's acting which gives another example of how she uses theater and acting as an escape mechanism. she uses it to feel in control because, as mentioned previously, with a script she won't have to worry about what comes next. she feels in control knowing that everything will work out in the end, but then she remembers that that isn't actually her life and she's merely just acting out someone else's. so she actually isn't in control. her story doesn't have a script to follow or have an ending to be happy about yet.

now onto some of her underlying issues. acting and her lack of sense of self kind of go hand in hand. you know the phrase "losing yourself in a role"? yeah, take that but make it literal and that's christine. due to her often playing roles and acting as someone else, she loses her sense of self. and since she has no friends or at least isn't shown to have any, she has no way of telling what her "true self" is. maybe if she had a friend, they'd be able to tell her that she wasn't herself or that what she was doing was something she wouldn't usually try doing, but since she doesn't, she doesn't know what her true self is. she doesn't know herself outside of the role she acts. she doesn't know herself outside of theater which is practically her life. even jake fell in love with her acting rather than her. the reason jake liked her is because seeing her acting made him feel something and that's all it ever was. the reason they broke up is because "she wasn't juliet". christine was mostly reduced to and liked for her acting by jake. jake didn't like her for her.

and it's due to her lack of sense of self that makes her subconciously a people pleaser. she doesn't realize because she finds it natural to pretend to be someone she's not. she doesn't realize because she doesn't have a sense of self to begin with. christine mentions in i love play rehearsal that she wonders if she's living up to all she's meant to be. at first, maybe it's about her acting. something like am living up to the expectations of those around me? but with her previous issues taken into account, it might instead be am i showing people who i actually am instead of who i can be? jake said something similar himself in the bway version of upgrade. he asks christine when was the last time she tried something new that wasn't on stage. she's been limiting herself to a life on stage and grown used to acting as someone else to the point that she's never actually able to "live up to all she's meant to be".

ok that's it i just really needed to get this thing out of my system, and i hope this causes one less person to mischaracterize christine or water her down to an eccentric theater kid with adhd because that girl is so insecure and sad

[ghostsghoulsandhatboxes]

hattie box head canons go

died at 37 due to decapitation (duh), he looks older than he is due to stress in life and postmortem decomposition

mortal name was horace hatford, but he exclusively goes by hatty/hatbox (or simply h. hatford) now

ezra's younger brother, their parents had a habit of jokingly picking on hatty a lot which did not help his self esteem issues

autism creature. sensitive to loud noises especially

hes just. he has a lot of mental issues. depression and social anxiety king

selectively mute, mostly just laughs. even if youre a good friend of his he doesn't talk very much

real voice isn't as deep as it sounds in the ride, he imitates ghost host's manner of speaking for performances

loves sewing, started out making clothes (worked as a tailor in life) but also does plush toys and embroidery

more under the cut. theres a lot

favorite movie genre is sci-fi horror, but his least favorites are slasher and supernatural horror films; slashers tend to trigger trauma surrounding his and his loved ones' deaths, and supernatural horror hits different when you're a ghost (mainly the annoying amount of misconceptions and inaccuracies)

his least favorite horror movies are hereditary and pet sematary for similar reasons; he can't stand it when kids die in movies (and the decapitation scene in hereditary is especially triggering to him)

bi and demisexual but mostly just calls himself queer. he's happy being with emily so sexuality labels don't really matter to him

genderfluid, doesnt rly care about what pronouns other people use for him but mostly prefers he/him, she/her, or it/its.

has a glowing heart like emily's, which is usually hidden under his clothes

used to be a notorious prankster around the mansion, which is actually part of why he got kicked out; aside from his signature trick not being up to par at first, he liked to mess with cast members who were trying to set things up by spooking them, stealing tools, etc until they got fed up and had him booted

(based on his animatronic's b mode) had some stage fright when he came back to the mansion back in 2015; he panicked and froze up all day and felt really bad afterwards bc he didn’t want to mess up and get booted again. the ghost host was pretty understanding of this but hatty's still nervous that if he screws up badly enough he could get kicked out again

can growl like an animal for some reason. nobody knows how or why he learned to do it but he mainly just uses it to fuck with people (constance, mostly). can also "purr", it's more like a rattling wheeze. a bit unnerving but emily thinks it's cute though

spent his years away from the mansion exploring haunted places all over the world, and knows a lot about the history of said places (special interest)

can teleport his head anywhere within a 5 foot radius of himself; it can be physically carried up to 15 feet away from him, but it's tethered to his body by a sort of invisible "thread" and cannot go further than that

mild telekinesis abilities, learned from leota

has back and wrist issues carried over from when he was alive, hence the cane and shaky hands. floats most of the time bc he can't walk very fast

he gets frequent hand pains, if he does manual work like writing or sewing for long periods of time he has to take a break for a while since his hands will start hurting too badly to do anything

collects every piece of disney merch with him on it

pale asf as a mortal but does have some hispanic/latin ancestry from one of his grandparents

also bonus emily hcs

died at 23 from being stabbed in the heart

was originally engaged to dorian gracey, who was constance's nephew

loves painting, sometimes touches up the haunted portraits in the mansion at their owners' requests

adhd haver, will often fixate on a project to the point where she won't leave the same spot for days

can transform from shadowy to corpse-like to her usual mortal-esque form; her shadowy version is covered in a sort of liquid darkness that can shift in coverage, which is typically concentrated on her face and hands

was kicked out of the mansion's tour route by constance and now just stays behind the scenes. she's pretty bitter about this and regularly argues with connie about nearly anything

her heartbeat increases in volume and speed when excited, scared, or when experiencing other strong emotions

favorite movie genre is psychological horror, is also a fan of found footage horror

bi and demisexual as well

and for both of them :]

hatty likes to rest his head against emily's chest to listen to her heartbeat, they often fall asleep like this

emily is much taller than hatbox, being 6' while hatty is only 5'4"; she can lift him up pretty easily

hatbox sometimes borrows emily's shirts to sleep in

they have movie nights together at least once a week, they mostly watch classic horror and disney animated films. sometimes they get distracted and just start making out and stuff

hatbox doesn't really like being touched by anyone, especially strangers, but is very physically affectionate towards his wife

often each of them think about what their lives would've been like had they lived longer (eg them having a happy ending, getting married and spending the rest of their mortal lives together, maybe starting a family, etc), makes em both really sad though but they're happy being together in death

hatty is always more relaxed around emily, though usually he can seem a bit grouchy and antisocial to most other people

[doodlesandbooks]

Do you have any head cannons for Alfred, Alear, Etie, and Veyle?

I absolutely do!!! Thank you so much for the ask Anon, this was so much fun!

I have quite a few, so I'm going to put them in a list:

Alfred:

Even though he wants to be strong and exercises a lot, he's actually not that strong, in fact, he's fairly delicate physically.

He has this sort of beautiful handsome prince air about him that is immediately shattered when he opens his mouth, it's hard to be a mysterious heart throb when the first thing out of your mouth is "what's your favourite muscle?"

He eats pretty much plain chicken an boiled veg because he's worried that eating anything too adventurous will set off an attack

He's besties with Yunaka, and even though they didn't have supports in the game, I like to think that he actively seeks out Alcryst because he likes to make people feel happier

He struggles with his body image, and feels uncomfortable in the pool when there are guys with his ideal body type there, particularly Seadal and Diamant

He loves dogs.

Alear:

Alear is autistic and ADHD (Me projecting? More likely than you think)

She has a lot of issues with self disgust due to her heritage and trauma, but she is working on it, particularly with the help of Veyle who struggles with a lot of the same stuff.

Due to her having nightmares (Tiki bond convo) she likes to sleep with Sommie, and post S-support struggles to sleep without her pact ring person (cough Alfred cough). An emblem will do, but she prefers something physically there to hug.

She loves watching birds, and would love lofi if it existed in the FE universe (maybe it does?)

She plays piano, but only by ear, she found trying to learn reading music restrictive.

She doesn't have much of a sense of pain, which is why so many supports have a 'let me fix you up, since you don't take care of yourself' bit, because, not only is she a bit reckless, but also can't really tell when she's hurt.

Her eyes do the cat eye shining thing and some of her teeth are sharp.

Her hair, due to the magic dragon thing, always pools or billows in just the right way with just the right lighting, Hortensia is envious. I like to draw her a little more chubby than she is in game because body diversity in fire emblem exists if I say it exists

Etie:

She's not super tall, but is wide and buff - body diversity in fire emblem exists if I say it exists!

Her hair is quite thin, so she puts a lot of effort into styling it

She says her favourite food is her protein shakes, but really, her favourite food is Boucheron's home baked jam donut.

She loves the smell of honeysuckle and citronella candles relax her, when she went camping with Temerra and Fogado, she had no trouble sleeping because of how comforting she found the smell.

She gets really bad cramps, so once a month she always needs at least one day in bed with a hot water bottle and the Ibuprofen equivalent, I don't know why this is a head canon of mine, I just know that it's true.

She has freckles! She deserves freckles!

Veyle:

I love Veyle.

She trims her own bangs, which is why they're choppy.

She wears the broken bits of the dragon stone as a sort of good luck charm.

She goes nonverbal when seriously stressed, and tends to use a younger voice when coming out of it. She has some age regressive behaviours on bad anxiety days.

She loves to have her hair brushed, and likes Alear doing it best of all.

She doesn't like physical contact unless its with someone she trusts and who has explained what sort of physical contact it will be, hug, hair ruffle etc.

She's really not very good at setting boundaries after her time with Sombron, which means sometimes with people who are a bit more outgoing or heavy-handed, like Temerra or Etie, she feels overwhelmed and struggles to express her needs. She often likes to have someone to help her express herself in that sort of situation.

She uses her hair as a self soothing method.

[tiredrobin]

ok my lil nightmare headcanons for the guys that i like. six is the most fleshed out and runaway kid is here because i have little aus in my head and i think about all of them . just not as much as i think about six

the most widely applied hc for all of them: the all of them have ptsd but most of the symptoms one might expect for ptsd dont rly express themselves because theyre all basically in survival mode Always, and for symptoms of ptsd to properly express the brain has to be like "oh, right, i'm safe. time to explode" (this is very simplified and im aware theres way more complexity and nuance. just assume literally every hc i present abt anything is more nuanced than this list offers)

six

autism

adhd also

she's (mostly, circumstantially) selectively mute and/or minimally verbal, and my supporting evidence is i want her to be. my second supporting evidence is that she doesn't talk in any of the comics and she doesn't even have a whispered voiceline like "hey!" like mono does. my third supporting evidence is that that i want her to be. in more depth, she CAN be verbal, but it is (as mentioned) circumstantial and related to who she's with and how safe she feels. ie: the door raft is safe enough that she manages to tell mono her name, and in a few situations following she manages to communicate verbally, it's just not something she can do easily in… well, most cases. she's otherwise strongly communicative when she needs to be, and good at getting her point across when necessary

always whispers when she does speak

this is less a hc and more something actively supported by canon, but she WILL help people if it doesn't put her in immediate danger (and even if it does, in some cases) (supporting evidence is ln2 and vln lmao)

gets anxious when people behave vulnerable around her/quick to emotionally shut down/retreat. low empathy, high compassion. (if u think negatively abt this bite me forever and ever and ever cuz ur wrong. this is a completely neutral trait)

even after the tower, she obviously finds comfort and joy in music boxes and music in general (also mostly supported by canon content, i think)

likes to hum when she's alone

struggles with skin-picking

the noisiest she gets is when she's dreaming

physical contact is weird for her, aka it's fine if she expects it and painful/awful if she doesn't (weird exceptions apply to some degree, ie hands are ok/mono taking her hand is almost always fine)

she only hates veggies because no one's ever cooked 'em good for her. girl needs some stir fry

gets cold way easily

mono

autism 2 electric boogaloo

it's just different from six's autism, man, idk

he scripts a lot. on the spot, he has a hard time putting sentences together, but give him a little bit/be patient and he'll manage fine. he's definitely not nonverbal (six is of the opinion that he doesn't know how to shut up, which is a bit of an exaggeration but one that mono doesn't mind), it's just that autism and trauma makes words Hard

so like not nonverbal and not fully speaking but a secret third thing

survivor's guilt in, like, every situation ever

very good at taking the lead when he has a goal and has a hard time stopping to listen to others

but he DOES make a concerted effort to listen to others because he's at least peripherally aware of this fault of his

world's softest speaking voice. it's about as soft as how he whisper-talks the word "hey", pretty much

extremely detail-oriented, which helps a lot when solving puzzle-y situations

yellow is his favorite color

runaway kid:

also autism

i don't have much for them uhhh

they/them-er. they're not picky tho

goes by runa or una. "una" was a joke at first, but it sounds a bit like "uno" and the number theme with the other two just really is too hard for me to resist

will instigate contact but dislikes reciprocation

probably the loudest speaking voice of the three, but that's not really saying much. reflex is to speak lowly or whisper

ok with words. doesn't need to script

probably struggles a lot with touch-focused sensory stuff

[capcavan]

7, 9, and 11 for your tag game 💜

nah love i need you to answer all of them but yeha only fair i do mine to lul

What is your favourite character in the Foxes? I don't really have favourite there i think Neil will be my favourite in future right now it's Renee

And favourite in the series aside form this one? I will let you guess

Drop your beloved head-canons about both! Renee does not in fact believe in god she participated in Christianity for sense of community it gives her, Riko is deathly allergic to peanuts and wishes he was born a girl but not in the trans way. He just know his life would be better if he wasn't a man. I also feel very strongly about him having adhd/bipolar .

Fic(s) you are always happy to recommend or fic tropes you will always read. https://archiveofourown.org/works/12283962/chapters/27922614#workskin Little Boy blue , I generally can be baited into reading any fic where riko is treated with bit more nuance than flat line Disney villain. I adore extreme hurt with happy ending

Which of the books is your favourite The foxhole court i enjoyed this story much more without seeing it's full development also loved Kevin much more before he was pushed aside, my first idea of what this story would be was much different .

Opinions on AFTG audiobook release? Worth a listen juts to laugh at girls voices , but i adore Renees soft tone in it, I think it,s main reason I adore her sm actually.

If you write/draw/create aftg stuff, what is your favourite work of yours?

i adore this fan art a lot bc it,s funny light hearted has clever joke that references rikos obsession with court numbers and has fox jean and riko on it + riko kind of looks like girl here and i think it's very hot look on him

welp the numbers got fucked

Favourite event/plot point in the books Foxes reaction to seths death and seth death, it set really god tone for rest of the story and was the only event that genuinely surprised me bc i did not expected anyone from hero team to drop dead

Least favourite part of canon (can include Extra content) The fact that both foxes and ravens are groups of abused individuals but one word ,, mafia" is enough to put blame for all bat things on riko only even though he was pawn to his caretaker the way she wrote jeans abuse list it feels excessively edgy for sake of begin edgy i find nothing deep or sad about this i can also write down random list of numbers and attach to it words like rape and broken bones

If you could sent Nora an ask and get answer, what would you ask about? i wouldn't ask about anything bc her giving me answer i'm not looking for would feel bad

If you could make an idea of your choice canon to aftg, what would it be? I'd have a riko make a joke about how foxes should be in prison by now considering they are dressed the part (orange) (and most of them broke the law) id also replace neils car lighter burns with something else bc they are annoying to draw

Feel free to share some random hot takes if you like Andrew "murdering" their abusive mother is creepy as fuck and her being abuser or him only teenager with not fully developed brain is not really making this any less creepy and i enjoy his character because of this I don't mind aaron being homophobic , i'm cool with those character being murderers abusers and bigots , it's fictional characters they had not hurt anyone in real life so i don't really care about their fictional flaws and enjoy interacting with their content all the same I don't like only one of the foxes and i don't think this fox should be part of this team i don't really care about story and whatever, it's my personal bias so discussing it deeper makes no sense unless you want to unpack my past and all people who lead me to feel that way rlly

[poetryofyouth]

holy shitfuck this has been a rollercoaster of stress and other hormones today.

woke up in agony of course, tired to try to do any work (agony), therapy appointment (basically 50 minutes of nonstop crying with a few words in between), got the sick leave thing, wrote an email to the coworkers who now have to deal with me not being there and almost didn't feel guilty,

drove to my parents because this time, i didn't want to keep this from them because that is not fair, actually felt ELATED on the way there i mean when I for real knew I would not try to push through and made it official bro I know they say stuff like that takes a huge weight of you but that is just exactly what it was like

boss had read the email and called me because she wanted to ask on the phone how i was which sucked because I purposefully only wrote an e-mail even though it would have been more polite to call because, well I couldn't really talk without crying and i didn't start sobbing on the phone but i didn't also not cry. hated that. I don't think she meant to make me feel guilty but she made me feel very guilty she said "i thought we had a good relationship" and why i didn't come to her (which is also dumb because a) I have said several times to her and others that the workload is too much and b) i could have the best relationship with my boss and i would still not talk to them about my mental health issues. what the fuck man why would that even be a thing you expected???)

Managed to tell my parents about the whole burnout thing with my parents and they were very sweet and they said "girl what have we been telling you for the last many many months" but much kinder and then I stayed with them for a lot longer than I had planned and it was really really nice.

Drove home feeling quite cheery which of course meant that the nagging voice in my head that still wants me to believe I am over-dramatic and actually-okay-just-lazy

And I needed to take care of a few things - email the others so they know I am away, set up an out of office notice, simple stuff that like does not take long

yea the level of anguish the tiny bit of work-related stuff brought me now reminded me again that it is probably for the best to. not. do anything work related again for a goood while. But I am so glad I finished up everything I needed to do. Or I hope at least. Even if it is not the healthiest thing to do that at midnight but I needed to, I needed to not need to turn on the work laptop again tomorrow, I needed to turn everything off tonight.

It is a bit funny again how yet again, I am affected by Symptoms Disorder and then I am surprised when I experience Symptoms of the Disorder. I hope the burnout depression now meets my ADHD and regular depression in my brain for coffee and that they have a nice chat.

But!! I am also proud of myself because even if this is a setback, I thought about how actually I am nowhere near where I was for the last mental health events. I am much more mature and I can now deal with many aspects so much better. Like, not pushing myself until I am no longer able to take care of myself was what I did before and now I am a lot better about acknowleding that I need to do something about this. And I don't feel ashamed, I don't feel self-hatred, I don't give myself the guilt for this. And that is HUGE. Would have been absolutely unthinkable a few years ago. I respect myself enough now that I can acknowledge that.. not that this setback doesn't hurt like a motherfucker but I am not spiraling in the way I used to. And for that I deserve to be proud of myself.

[beatrice-otter]

Fic: A Moment of Truth

I really enjoyed classicfilmex because I love old movies. This was actually not my first thought for this assignment; originally, I was going to do something with Maria and the kids (which sinkauli also requested). I had the skeleton of what it was going to be, and Maria's side all plotted out in my head. It was her figuring out how to handle it when one of the kids genuinely does something wrong. I had all the details, but the kids' voices just didn't come through, and so I switched to this, instead.

The song "Something Good" has always bugged me, because it's a beautiful song. Neither character has ever mentioned their childhoods, neither character has ever mentioned that anything in their life before the movie was anything but perfect (except for the death of the Captain's first wife). Now all of a sudden we get a whole song about how miserable they were as kids but it can't have been all bad because now they're here? WTF?

The reason it comes out of nowhere, btw, is that it was written for the film adaptation. The stage version has some notable differences. First, the Baroness and Max keep trying to convince the Captain to come to an accommodation with the Nazis (like they have), and second, there's a song about how rich people can't ever truly fall in love because life is too easy for them. So the love song between the Captain and Maria is all about how they're just an ordinary couple in love. It's not as good a song as "Something Good," and also, it's not true! Neither the Captain nor Maria are ordinary people! He's a war hero about to defy the new government, and she's an iconoclastic nun! It's even more of a WTF moment than Something Good, and it's not as good a song. (Though I do like the subplot about the Baroness and Max trying to convince the Captain to go along with the Nazis; it ties together the two halves of the story better than the film version does.)

Anyway, this fic goes the direction that it does to explain the song "Something Good" and what was going on in their childhoods that made them miserable. I headcanon Maria as having ADD/ADHD, and wrote her from that perspective.

Title: A Moment Of Truth Author:beatrice_otter Fandom: The Sound of Music Characters: Maria/Georg Rating: Gen Length: 2,152 words Written For: sinkauli in Classic Movie Exchange 2024

At AO3. On Squidgeworld. On Dreamwidth. On Pillowfort.

The terrace looking over the lake and the mountains beyond was the only part of the core estate where she truly felt at home; the rest of it was too grand for Maria to feel like she belonged in it.

Or at least, that was how it had felt when she'd first arrived. She had a place here, now, and the respect of the children and the household. Even the Captain—severe and angry as he'd been at first—had come around. She still felt like she might accidentally break some vase or chair that cost more than the house she'd grown up in, but even that was fading.

Maria still loved looking at the mountains more than at any part of the manicured, perfect grounds. But she didn't feel homesick for them in the way she'd expected to.

"Ah! Fräulein Maria. I thought I might find you here."

Maria turned to watch Captain von Trapp stride out of the house to join her. "Yes, I do love watching the sunset over the mountains."

"Where are the children?" He sat on the bench next to her.

"The little ones are in bed, and the older ones have a half-hour to read or do something quiet before it is time for them to be in bed." It was not a wide bench, and he was very close to her—perhaps she should have moved to make room? But she didn't want to, though she couldn't say why, and it would be awkward at this point, anyway.

"You're not worried about what they might get up to, left to themselves?" He sounded dubious, which Maria had to admit was reasonable given what the children could get up to, and had in fact done to and around previous governesses.

"Only small mischiefs, of the harmless sort," Maria said.

"You trust them to be able—and willing—to make that distinction? They certainly haven't before."

"They respect me, and love me," Maria said. "They're not trying to drive me off, and they care about what I think of them."

"How did you win their respect so quickly?" Captain Von Trapp asked. "The love, I understand—you are kind and gentle. Who could help loving you? But they have had kind governesses before, and they did not respect them. It simply made them easier to steamroll."

"Many people confuse kindness with softness," Maria said. "Or think people kind merely because they say nice things about people, whether or not they ever actually do anything to help. I think kindness is about choosing to care for others. It's certainly not the same as being a doormat!"

The Captain snorted. "You could never be that."

"No, I couldn't," Maria said. "There have been times in my life that I've tried, because it would have been so much easier to simply do as I was told, but I never managed it for long."

"I can't imagine you ever doing what you were told," he said with a smirk.

"I did try," Maria said. "I've always wanted to be good, and to do the right thing, but it's always been harder for me than it seems to be for others."

"Is that how you knew what to do with the children?" he asked.

"I think so." She also thought about what the Mother Superior would say or do; she had always admired the abess's wisdom and compassion. But mostly, she thought about what she would have wanted at their age.

"What, exactly, have you done?" The Captain shook his head. "I don't think anyone wants to go back to the endless round of new governesses whenever the children scare them off."

"No," Maria said. "Not even the children." They'd been doing it to get their father's attention; they would much prefer it if he stayed, and they didn't have to resort to such extremes.

"Frau Schmidt told me that you do not punish them," the Captain said. "Not ever. Not even when they've been particularly bad."

"I don't," Maria said. "I remember too well what my own childhood was like."

"Were you punished very often?" His voice was … not soft, but gentle.

"Oh, yes," Maria said with a laugh. "I was a very wild child. Easily distracted. I could never seem to do what anybody wanted me to, and my mother in particular would get very angry, whether I'd meant to disobey her or merely done it by accident. My father didn't care for it, but he viewed the discipline of girls as a women's matter."

"I was punished, as a child, but I didn't mind it," the Captain said. "It didn't happen frequently, but when it did, I deserved it. My family was very strict—as was my school—but I thrived under the discipline."

"I didn't," Maria said. "Mother always said she was trying to teach me a lesson, but I never learned the lessons she was trying to teach me."

"What did you learn, then?"

Maria turned the question over in her mind. She'd thought about her childhood a great deal, since she'd gotten the assignment from the Mother Superior. What could she tell him, that would help with the children when she left in the fall?

Night was falling, and the air had a chill. But she could feel the heat of his body next to her. She shivered.

"Oh, how thoughtless of me," the Captain said. "Here." He shrugged off his jacket and wrapped it around her shoulders, still warm from his body.

"I don't need it, really," Maria said, blushing; she hadn't been cold, she didn't know why she'd shivered.

"I insist, Fräulein."

"Thank you." She could smell his cologne, and she had the wild urge to bury her face in the jacket.

"What did you learn, from being punished as a child, if you don't mind telling me?" the Captain asked.

"Many things," Maria said. "I learned that no matter how hard I tried, I was going to be punished anyway, so there was no point in even trying to be good and do what my mother wanted. I was never going to be the daughter she wanted me to be. I learned that I didn't want to be anything like her, that I had to find a way to be myself no matter what she thought of it. I learned to avoid her, to spend as much time as possible away from our village, and dream of the day when I wouldn't ever have to go back."

He was quiet. Maria didn't look at him to see how he had taken her words; she stared out over the lake at the mountains she could still faintly see the outlines of.

"Is that why you entered the abbey?" he said at last. "Was it your escape from your mother?"

It was Maria's turn to think in silence. "I felt the calling of God, bringing me to the abbey. But I might not have been so eager to follow it, if I had not been looking for a way out. I was not grieved, at the thought that I might never see my family again."

She'd never told anyone else that. Not the Mistress of Postulants, not any of her fellow postulants, not the priest who came to take their confessions, not the Mother Superior. But here, in this quiet darkness, it felt easier to say. Somehow, she knew he would not judge her for it.

"There has to be order," the captain said. "There has to be discipline, and learning to do things the right way."

"Yes, of course," Maria said. "But tell me, captain, in the Navy, what happened when one of your sailors didn't respond well to being punished? If the methods you were used to didn't work on him?"

"It depends on the circumstances," the Captain said. "But usually, I would get him off my ship one way or the other."

"I see," Maria said. She'd thought it might be something like that. "The difference between a ship and a family, though, is that you can't do that with your children."

She could feel him jerk at that, and she thought he might be turning to look at her, but she didn't turn to him. "To answer your question, I care about them, and pay attention to their thoughts and feelings. When they need help, I help them. I praise them when they do something good, and when they struggle I find ways for them to be successful. Because they know I respect and care about them, they respect me and care about what I think of them. They want me to be proud of them."

Maria turned to him. "They want you to be proud of them, too. They want you to know them and respect them and care about them. But you can't do that if you're not here."

"Not the way you do it, certainly," he said slowly.

She turned back to the lake, enjoying the beauty of the night. The mountains were hidden, now, and even the lake she could only see glints of in the moonlight. But the stars were beautiful above the trees.

Maria breathed deeply, inhaling the scent of his cologne.

They sat in silence. Not the silence of the cloister, where you couldn't speak—or sing—whether you wanted to or not, but the silence of being present, of enjoying the evening and the company.

"Were you lonely, as a child?" the Captain asked at last.

"Oh, yes," Maria said, a bit startled. "I was always odd, and staying out of my mother's way meant staying out of the way of everyone else, too—she was friends with all the women in our village. But up in the mountains, I had the sky and the trees and the brooks for company, and I loved them."

"Not the same as having friends, though."

"No."

"I was never popular in school," the captain said. "I was friendly with all the other boys, but … not close with any of them. They respected me, and wanted me on their team for games and things, but somehow I was never invited home to visit, or share confidences. And once we were out of school, I never thought about them again."

"In the abbey, I missed the mountains, and being able to sing whenever I wanted," Maria said. "But I didn't miss anyone from my home."

"It was the same in the Navy," the Captain said. "I was very well-respected, and liked, but somehow I never formed any close friends."

"I was only in the abbey for six months, before coming here," Maria said. "And of course in the abbey you can only talk when it won't distract people from their prayers. We do a lot of praying. I've gotten to know God very well, but not very many of my sisters. Though I'm closer to them than anyone back in my village."

"Oh?"

"We have our own daily concerns, of course, but we're less distracted by the world," Maria said. "And we're trained to think deeply about things, so it's easier to talk about things that really matter, instead of just gossiping about whose goat got into whose garden."

"It's hard to have conversations about things that matter in Vienna," the Captain said. "There's not much to do other than gossip and amusements."

"Then why do you go?"

"Because I'd rather be lonely in a crowd," the Captain said. "Because it's a distraction, and something to do now that Austria has no navy."

They sat quietly together for a while.

At last, Maria shook herself and stood. "I should see that the older children go to bed," she said. "Thank you for the loan of your jacket. It was very kind." She inhaled the scent of it one last time before taking it off and handing it to him.

"You're welcome," he said, putting it back on.

"Good night," she said, and tore herself away, running up the steps to the verandah.

Baroness Schraeder was standing at the stone wall by the stairs. "Oh!" Maria startled. "Excuse me, Baroness, I didn't know you were there. If you're looking for Captain von Trapp, he is just down there." She pointed back at the captain, alone on the bench.

He had turned to see them, and at this he nodded to the Baroness.

"Yes, I know," the Baroness said.

"Good night," Maria said, bobbing an awkward curtsy. She felt the oddest urge to apologize to the Baroness, though for what she couldn't say.

"Good night, Maria," the Baroness said.

Maria walked inside, heading up to the wing where she and the children lived. She took the stairs two at a time. She hadn't realized how late it had gotten while she and the captain were talking. It was past time for the rest of them to be in bed.

[ahshitikeepreadingfanfics]

Can’t stop thinking about designing a bird framed hetermorph from MHA, Hero name: harpy or something like that

Having some flying capabilities like a bird (can fly slightly higher then pigeon just because she has larger lungs) BUT

Harpy has mic’s kind of voice quirk however it is based more on pitch rather than volume. Think rather than a blast of sound, think more of a deafening screech that shatters windows and makes at least 2 people pass out who aren’t even in the vicinity.

Hands on the end of her wings but the rest of her is bird. Face human like a Harpy from the Greek mythos. And it isn’t like dull coloured feathers. They are red and orange with feathers poking up from her neck of blue yellow and green like some tropical birds. Hair is a dark deep red. Short bob as who the hell wants the upkeep of long hair while also preening 90% of your body with feathers.

She has parrot feet.

She paints her claws sparkly colours

Most likely can communicate with birds on some level. Has never tried.

Has some form of adhd. Most likely. Could also be that she’s part mag pie with how she dashed after shiny things.

Her bones are more fragile but that like birds her bones are hollow. She’s lighter and faster in the air. But is unable to take on blunt force and head on attacks.

Does she chirp? Yes of course she does.

Does she have nesting behaviours? Sometimes. It’s mostly contained to finger crocheting. Whatever stops her from ripping apart couches to make the perfect rest spot.

Her hero costume would have to give her the ability to move and have her feathers be able to breathe in order to have good aerodynamics. Any ideas folks?

Please note: this is just a random hero idea I had. I will probably fledge this out into an actual oc once I’m done this stretch of work!

I need to plan more into this.

But I have no caught up on MHA and now I can’t STOP THINKING ABOUT IT.

[kelbreyworshipper]

For this post I want to delve deeper into our girl Daisy and how she would turn out as a mother. After I had done a post about Luigi as a father I think it would be only fitting to make a post about Daisy as a mother because oh boy there is stuff to be said about this woman. Consider this a late mothersday gift.

Trigger warning for the discussion of trauma and PTSD

First let us analyze who Daisy is. Daisy has a hardworking, competitive, positive spirit which seems to carry her wherever she goes. This princess is called that for a reason. While she seems happy go lucky and hot-headed at some points she also is steadfast and quite brave in her conviction not straying from it all. This woman seriously has an allergy against injustice (that could also be related to ADHD but that is a topic for another day). She is not afraid to get agressive with people as is shown with Bowser.

This woman portrays the still image of that of a strong leader.

This did not always seem to be the way though at first with her having to go through a situation which would leave many traumatised. The hypnotising of her citizens, destruction of her kingdom and her kidnapping all because of some purple creature from an unknown world. A drastic change surfaced from this event which made our girl, a princess who was just enjoying life and had many similarities with Peach turn into a woman who had to forge her own identity and find bravery amongst the chaos of this invasion. Even though we now know our monarch as this fierce, battle hardened warrior with a streak of being cheerful and excitement there seems to be more beneath the surface.

Now a flashforward to our queen of Sarasaland, a monarch of an empire who stands strong till this day as she rules over it with her loving husband. It seems that there is no sign of weakness or fear in Sarasaland and their respective queen from the attacks although this appearance does not represent the truth. There is always that fear lurking, that small voice that tells her it can happen again and whenever she sees something fast in the sky she swears it could be him. Daisy is alert and ready to keep her kingdom safe but being scared is something that will never go away even if she does not outwardly show it.

The way this presents itself in parenthood is her tendency to instill as much knowledge as she can in her children. Whether that be about geography, literature, nature or fighting skills any knowledge is good according to Daisy so her children are prepared for anything. It is not a weird sight to see her quizzing her children on certain trivia or take them on trips all over the kingdom so they can get to know their culture and people.

She has to make sure that they are able to keep themselves safe. Daisy remembers the helplessness she felt when buildings fell, the crowds almost trampled her in panic and she kept calling for her mama and baba with tears in her eyes. That event is something that she hopes never occures for her children but it is something that replays itself in her mind. Daisy can never be sure that it won't happen again even if the walls are as strong as ever, alliances are friendly and defences are massive and ready. It could come when she least expects it and that uncertainty is something she tries to deal with everyday.

Daisy knows that locking her children up and trying to keep them safe that way is a lost cause. They are going to be curious and meet many wonderful things but also experience awful ones. Equipping them with an armor of knowledge allows them more survivability in Daisy's opinion. She is scared but does not allow her fear to corrupt her judgement only better it.

[icybreaths]

GET TO KNOW THE MUN

——— BASICS! ♡

(PEN)NAME: Chicky

PRONOUNS: She/Her/They

ZODIAC SIGN: Taurus

TAKEN OR SINGLE: Taken

——— THREE FACTS! ♡

Awful at socializing I think. My brain blanks on what to say to people to start a conversation. It's like if it isn't a necessity or is something dummy funny like a meme I struggle to say something. I try to work around it because I want to be better, but it feels weird, like a script. Still, I try! It's easier to do online than irl.

Very much a homebody that does not like to get out.

A couple therapists I've had think I might be on the au/adhd spectrum. I would agree because there's so much there. Think it's all but put on my record at this point.

——— EXPERIENCE! ♡

PLATFORMS USED: My phone for texting rps, DeviantART, and Skype back in the day. Nowadays I use Tumblr and Discord.

——— MUSE PREFERENCE! ♡

GENDER: Female, but I have a little bit of everything; got a lot of OCs. Male, female, nonbinary, trans - I'm flexible baybee.

MULTI OR SINGLE: Single muse. I'm fixated on Jewel and always have been. It's difficult for me to divert my attention from her. She legit lives in my brain rent free 24/7. But! I have thought about making a multimuse RP blog with some of my other 'main' OCs. All of them are rooted in Bleach and I have their info already. It's just balancing my attention between them all, which is hard. Chase has his own blog and I don't even get on there enough rip.

LEAST FAVOURITE FACECLAIM(S): I don't have any? I don't mind them. I will say fcs of canons I'm familiar with can be jarring. There's a mental backflip in my head that says 'I know this face's canon story/personality but this is an OC and I have to treat it that way.' Like it's not a big deal ofc! But there is that quiet voice in my head lol.

——— FLUFF / ANGST / SMUT! ♡

FLUFF: I don't mind it. It works best with a connection to Jewel. She def has her cutie pie honey bunch moments with those close to her. And when she cares about someone the cute(tm) is inevitable. Sometimes her version of cute is bringing your muse a dead thing, ur welcome.

ANGST: Luv me some angst. Plotting helps here too. Gimme the worry, hopelessness, and sorrow. I will happily serve the gore and horrors up on a platter. Angst can rev a thread up and keep me on the edge of my seat. What's just as exciting is being able to write through those moments and get to the other side. Like damn we made a movie moment, look at us. |D

SMUT: I don't write smut, like, ever, because Jewel's v limited in terms of shipping and the specifics of what I'm looking for with her make it difficult to get to the point of writing any smut. She's had some 'almost' moments but nothing that was ever carried through. (almosts are fun though because they build tensioooon, but also boo bc that's all she's ever gotten lol) If it ever happens, I'd be happy to write it. 👀✨

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[brainrot-yumm]

PR ep7 play-by-play

I won’t be able to do this for a few days cause things are picking up a bit so let’s make this count hell yeah

whoops got distracted for 40 minutes by Spotify playlist organization. You don’t understand how elated I am over the fact that I’ll be getting assessed for ADHD soon

also my mom thinks I definitely have anxiety which was a wild thing to think as that’s the one thing I was 100% certain I didn’t have

g-gozar? Is that it? Gordon? Gorzon?

“I just wanted to get your attention” “maria just be yourself” maybe she’s the type of kid that wants to turn off the hot water to the showers. Actually how did she find that though? Is that supposed to be in public? 

Trini does good voice acting but not the best physical acting. I mean, it’s been decades since this show came out, I’m sure she’s better now, but

p-power eggs?!

hey it’s that same cave from two episodes ago!

“Only a child can open this box” ??????????????? why

oooh putty stopmotion I think! Actually no I think machines made those goobers move!

wh. why did you want a chunky chicken. After last time you think you’re gonna kill the rangers with that? Seriously?

that girl is definitely voiced over by someone else doing a kid voice. Why did they do that. Was there a sweepstakes.

stop talking about friendship god

“This is really turning out to be more than just a bad hair day” lets keep that one for the pillows

YO THATS A SICK ASS CAR

how could you possibly steer a car going that fast

woooOOOOOoooWOOOoooAHHHhhhAHAAAAhhhhpowerpoint lookin ass animation (lovingly)

you know it really wasn’t that hard for Rita to locate the power eggs

THE MORPHINE MASTERS?!

“Why can’t we do the cool car thing again?” “Because, we ran out of budget.”

hit them with the car. Do it.

Man I’m so fuckin hungry I ate at 5 and it’s 3 in the morning

wait what the fuck are the blaster pyramid they’re doing??!??!?! Don’t remember that??!?!?!

I still just love how Kim very obviously doesn’t know how to use a bow

 wait I’m so confused why is Rita on an old fashioned bike????? Why does it feel like we skipped ahead???????? DIdi they think the kids wouldn’t notice????

It’s Rita Repulsa alright

aight I remember the crystals at least. I have some hold on this world which is no longer my own

you know it’s so sad they can’t make the pterodactyl pink for Kimberly because then the chestplate of the megazord would be pink and pink is for girls or something

you know wait I don’t think we’ve ever seen Rita on Earth yet this is crazy

god it’d be so cool to own one of those helmets

wait rift scissors?! SVTFOE RIPPED OFF POWER RANGERS>!?!?!?!!

“Yeah guys we got it!” “MORPHIN’!” I’m gonna start using “morphin’“ as a positive response from now on skfhas;dg

Ayo wait people know it’s Rita Repulsa doing this shit? It’s not just “alien fuckwads” no it’s “RITA’s alien fuckwads??” Man that changes stuff everyone has the full hot goss except for who the rangers do be

oh bulk skull hi!! 

oh I can’t tell what’s gonna happen since you just showed the bullies (with the goofy bully theme in the back) and then made Kimberly hold a hot bowl of chili over her head I couldn’t possibly tell you

you know it wasn’t even like he was doing anything. You weren’t even making a fat joke about him he was just having a regular bowl of ice cream. What the hell Kim give him $10 or something for being forced to deal with that. He’s still a regular paying customer somehow despite this being a terrible place for him and his shit ego so if he wasn’t doing anything shouldn’t the owner do something? Bitch ass kids

bitch ass karmic retribution

also if I was a kid still I can just tell I’d probably have a crush on Skull or something. These days I’m just like “wow that is dope character design I love the bandana/chain mix that’s cool”

alright I have to get up in 4 hours so night I’ll try to sleep at a normal time (4 am is not a normal time)

[lunarifie]

Rewatching Ninjago

(With no context other than the episode)

The Tournament of Elements episode 7-8

Speed man: The ninja were right this wasnt about us winning. This was something sinister 😨

Shadowman: What gave it away. His cult following or his giant snake head.

HFJDJFBDJNF

Kai: Tell me one thing. Was it his plan to make me fall for you, or yours. Because it worked.

DAMN KAI THAT WAS SMOOTH AS FUCK

Goofy side character cult activists my beloved. Who are their voice actors because someone needs to get those two a lead job

Kapow and Chope my beloveds

Jay: its not work if you love what you do 😌 the power of positive thinking

Jay nerding over Zanes new look is adorable

Jay: a roto jet? But arent we underground?

Cole: THATS WHAT IVE BEEN SAYING

Metal man(karloff): what happened to positive thinking huh?

Why does Chen have Zanes pink gi

How does chen have zanes pink gi

Headcannon that Zane or Kai steals it on their way out

Kai YAWNED during Chens evil speech

Idk if that was adhd or audacity but i love it

Chen you manipulative asshole stop using lloyd and his parents to fucking persuade Kai

The cliche ‘GO! ILL HOLD THEM OFF!’ Leaving the most important character to fight for himself

I dont remember what happens at all so im excited

Goddddd

Lloyd: you, you turned Kai against me!?!?

He must have felt so betrayed.

Kai: itll all make sense when this is over.

Ik you have a plan Kai but you better have an apology

So tempted to draw this exchange

Dont the og anacondrai actually get pissed that Chens trying to be a poser or smth

I keep forgetting Lloyds a kid and then his voice actor drops the most child-like line ever and a piece of me breaks inside

(Nya and Garmadon tied up to a pole surrounded by the boned remains of Chens pet snake)

This…. Is fucked up.

I think I would quite literally go insane after this

Kai's guilt. Nyas hurt.

The rbg siblings are splitting apart and it's killing me.

Garmadon is so worried for his son, for Lloyd that he went as far as threatening Skylers life, but even then, he can't because he’s changed.

He's such a good character and I wish they didn't just revert him back to his evil self.

Also, the fact that Chens daughter was in potential danger and he let Garmadon man-handle her is just

I'm glad she's not under his care anymore

Kai: I had to! He said he would let you free Nya

(Proceeds to walk away as Chen doesn't set her free)

At least he has a plan

Nickname 1: tiger

I Like this one bc im pretty sure tiger is Coles symbol and the tiger sashay is the move that he accomplished when he unlocked his true potential

So it makes sense

I'm so glad ninjago hadn't formed it's expressive animation style yet bc I know Lloyd would have looked helpless instead of vacantly angry as kai stood in front of him and that would have destroyed me

Ik Kai had a plan but he didnt know that Cole and zane would come to save Nya and Garmadon and it would have been tragic if he was able to save Lloyd, but came back to another sibling as bones

Nya: Zane! Youre back!

Zane: what! What is on my back?

I love him

Kai: Hey Chen! You forgot one element. The element of surprise!

The master of surprise from the movie popping out of nowhere: SURPRISE!

And then surprise saves the day

Thats exactly how it goes.

Jk jk lol Skyler fucking totals her dad and Kai steals the staff

Its crazy that Kai held every element and was able to use them

i dont remember the power corrupting him holy shit thats scary

Lloyd looks terrified

Hes fighting the curroptness so hard good for him

HE ALMOST HIT LLOYD

Hell yeah theyre all back babyyyy

Zanes doing the funny switch song again 🥹

Wait why are they sinking all their escapes to leave

BFJSNFJDJF

“We’re not stuck on this island with you, youre stuck on this island with US.”

Oh how the turn tables

Skyler(rattles her chains)

The guards watching her: AAHJSENE

Skyler: … i need, to scratch my face. 🤨

The guards (uses their swords to scratch her face)

Skyler (loudly): thank you :)

Other guards 🤨😠

Okay but the way skyler is so used to her fathers manipulation, that she could easily tell that it was an act to take her power Is honestly heartbreaking

Having to walk on eggshells all the time

Jesus christ they implied the transaction could kill her

I absolutely despise chen now hes such a shit bag father

GO SKYLER GO FUCK YEAH

Pixal: Zane! You have to drive slower! I cant predict the obstacles!

Zane: theres no time!

Zanes really betting on that ‘its not about numbers, its about family’ idealogy

Aaaand he fell. In a cave.

WHAT NO DONT LEAVE HIM WTF.

Kai: Shes more important!

I GET SHES IN DANGER BUT YOU HAVE A SECOND TO HELP YOUR FRIEND

This is the cave in his dreaaaam

Oh shit is he hallucinating?

God poor Zane can you imagine having someone in your head telling you what you see isnt real but it feels real

JESUS CHRIST WHAT ARE THE RUNNING SAWS FOR DONT YOU WANT SKYLER ALIVE??????

Skylers so cool

Clouse (on the roto jet): a bit of a breeze up here! I wonder who will last longer.

Garmadon: How about neither! (Tackles clouse AGAIN)

Okay but Kai and Skyler actually have some chemistry and their legitimately cute

Teamwork and banter always gets me

Okay nvm Kapow and Chope suck

Garmadons not ACTUALLY gonna go to the cursed realm

Right?

THIS.

THIS was a learning experience for Garmadon

I truly believe hes ridden with guilt and a small part of him doesnt find himself worth the same as others. Which is why he always does ‘self sacrificial’ plays, throwing himself in more danger to take the enemy down.

This moment i thought he was gonna do the same thing but instead, he pulled Clouse in the portal and used him as leverage to pull himself out. I think he realized and grew from this.

Pixal: youre not afraid of dragons, you used to have one.

THATS WHAT IM SAYIIING

This is so similar to someone talking someone down from a panic attack, go pixal.

She really just kept using logic and it helped.

I think this was to show that Zane changed and grew. He’s still the white ninja but hes no longer the person he was before his trauma, now hes someone else ‘the titanium ninja.’

If i had a nickel for everytime Zane ‘found himself’ id have two nickels. Which isnt a lot but its weird that it happened twice right.

Something tells me itll happen more than twice.

Aaaand theyre all anacondrai

Oh shit i forgot Garmadon has the tattoo/worked with chen

Jay: first its four arms. Then you became a dragon! would you mind picking a body and sticking with it please!

jays transphobic confirmed /j

Kapow and Chope: WE LOOK SO COOL!

Kai: youre both still ugly! (Blasts them)

Look! Its skylers snake-jay-insecure arc

Jay: they took the roto jet and all of the blade copters!

Yes jay, thank you, we can see that.

Jay im begging you to stfu rn pls i love u but just stfu

Ohhhhh it was Zanes energy dragon.

Honestly if lloyd was never the green ninja id think Zane would be the most qualified

It seems so weird for all of then to just magically get their dragons rn

WAIT THEY CAN ALLLLL MAKE THE DRAGONS

WHAT

i feel like this makes ‘wtf happened to the other elemental masters after’ a lot more important

Kai: Chen said only one could remain, well, we are one!

Love that

[sparxymcfly]

Hiiiiiii I have just discovered ur blog and I'm so happy to find another bttf game fan!!!! Do you have more thoughts on it? (Sorry if this is a vague ask lol)

DO I HAVE MORE BTTF GAME THOUGHTS oh but of COURSE

this IS a really vague ask thdkjsafkdshfk I have thoughts I've scribbled down for later and thoughts that I've noted as "replay the game for more details and Then yell" and I'm also not sure exactly what you're looking for!! But I'll try because I Really Do Love The Game [and if I don't hit that itch for ya dw I guarantee this will not be the last time I talk about it]

OKAY so first just the fact that it feels like a natural fourth step for the trilogy- like I understand it's like not technically word of god canon, but accepting it as one potential canon is just so easy. The characters feel right, the voice they got for Marty is so good I spent a little bit forgetting that actually wasn't Fox, the story is ridiculous and heartfelt and action-packed in that special Back to the Future sort of way... magnificent. I think my literal only complaint was that the controls were a little difficult [I'm not sure what all versions there are, but I got the 30th anniversary edition on the PS4!], but even that was kinda hilarious. My most precious gameplay memory is the time I was almost to a checkpoint [I believe it was the "soup kitchen"] but the camera was still pointed backwards, and the little popup text on the bottom suddenly just said "SHARK!" which just. How could you Not click it and see what Marty's on about. Anyways that's how both my and Marty's ADHD hummed long enough that Marty walked for a solid minute all the way to the other end of the map to look at the shark movie poster and say one [1] line about it.

Trixie Trotter owns my whole soul and is one of my absolute favorite characters in the game. Telltale can hold their canon-questionability for all of time but they gave us Trixie and I think that makes the entire endeavor worth it. She's the definition of girlboss and her relationship with Artie is so cute. OH MY GOD and her line about how Marty is practically family now.... aough. I remember clocking in pretty fast to who she was on account of Marty's line about not recognizing her name even a little bit [and y'know, the way BTTF Rolls], but it's so fun getting to see her. OH AND SPEAKING OF THE SCENE WHERE HE SAYS THAT Marty awkwardly getting up on stage to sing if you try to click the mic is so precious thanks.

ARTIE IS GOOD TOO it's so wild how like at first he really is yet another mousehearted McFly, but to be perfectly honest he actually does have or at least Gain [through Marty's interference, possibly, which of course it is] a little more confidence than you'd first expect. Telling off Edna, not bending to Marty nagging to hear how he pulled off Trixie keeping her job... Artie has some good presence. Sparx uses yet ANOTHER moment to talk about another favorite tiny line, which my favorite line Marty has to Artie off the top of my head is if he keeps asking about Emmett's exhibit he can very abruptly get really grumpy and cryptic about how his dear grandpa Artie never took him to the zoo that one time. Marty dear I love you so much.

AND YOUNG EMMETT. From the get-go his introduction is so powerful because Doc goes "oh don't worry Marty I was super chill as a child" and then it turns out Emmett can think of like ten better things to do than talk to this random other kid that's interrupting his Math Muttering. Emmett is worth so so so so so much and also is adorable and also it's funny how even at 17 he is still one whole beanpole.

EDNA. I'm attacking her violently. LIKE she is an insanely good villain to be perfectly honest with you and I'm sure I'll have things to yell about her in the future [Emmett too, to be honest Artie and Trixie got slightly longer sections because I'm not 100% if I'll talk about them a ton more unprompted anytime soon] but she does such a good job at making me want to attack her. She's so insidious in a way that both fits her in neatly as a villain of the BTTF pantheon but puts her quite clearly separate from who Biff is as a villain- she LITERALLY even uses Biff as a pawn, that's the level she's at. She definitely does hit more on that psychological/mental game though, which is unsurprising considering her being a Strickland and all.

Oh yeah and speaking of Strickland, the payoff of Marty's "didn't that guy ever have hair??" in the first movie and the dedication to showing his kid picture Utterly Bald. It's the exact amount of respect that man deserves <3 which is zero if we're not utterly on the same page. I imagine we are.

AND IT'S JUST. An extremely interesting timeline and world to play in, which I already brought up once before but bears repeating mostly because I can never stop thinking about it. Like! Think about that, Marty spent eight months without Doc, but now this new timeline Doc has lived in Hill Valley basically the whole time.... there's So Much Here.

OOPS uh that ended up being like 90% talking about characters HELP but hey!!! I hope that was even a little bit of what you were hoping for? A little more blanket thoughts than deep theorizing, but rest assured there's more of that that just falls under "replay the game then yell" so I'm sure you'll be hearing more from me <3 I in fact didn't even mention the Citizen Brown timeline which :) just a matter of time

Some closing notes!

Marty having freckles is in fact the Only canon and I appreciate the game so deeply for it. The design for Marty is so so sooo good.

AND the fact that the game drills it in so much just how much of a Little Guy Marty is. Too short to see over a guard's shoulder, too short to be a storm trooper, has to hop to move that one statue, fits himself into a little box with no hesitation to sneak in with Room to Spare... that's little guy central, baby.

The game lampshading Marty's lack of food and rest SO incredibly hard. Someone please please feed him. Emmett let him sleep in his lab he needs something to eat so badly. If you're interested in more random partner quips I joked with my partner that the ending scene in actuality ends with Marty driving them directly to Olive Garden for their unlimited breadsticks. "Lead the way, Mr. McFly" the way is to the breadsticks, Doc, you may not remember the entire adventure Marty just went on but your son/best friend is Hungry.

OH SPEAKING OF MR MCFLY that melted me just a little bit not gonna lie but I absolutely can’t start talking about the Doc/Emmett and Marty moments in an already long post Or Else

actually like 90% of all my extra thoughts ever are going to Marty huh let's give this one to George. Shoutout to Citizen Brown timeline George for his "no way, not MY son" moment because I was literally CHEERING weenie George finally coming THROUGH it was so incredibly good