#also sorry for the funky ordering i did this like in order that i thought of them and then had to match the teammates to whoever i did firs

[north-wilkesboro-moonshine-cave]

Every Current Formula 1 Driver But I Decided They Were All Bugs

No Thoughts, Head Empty, Only Insects I Enjoyed From My Single Entomology Class Several Years Ago. Sorry to folks from outside the states. Most of these are like. my local critters.

Max Verstappen - Appalachian Jewelwing, Calopteryx angustipennis I have no reasoning behind this one. He just gives me the vibes of a damselfly kinda man.

Sergio Pérez - Synoeca Cyanea, a species of warrior wasp, or just the Synoeca genus again, literally no justification besides he's on the dark blue team and I just really like these wasps. Please read the Synoeca wikipedia page. they are SO cool.

Lewis Hamilton - Violet Carpenter Bee, Xylocopa violacea fashionable! cool lookin bee!

George Russell - Blue Hawker, Aeshna cyanea

Charles Leclerc - Cattle Killer/Cow Killer, Dasymutilla occidentalis (letting my south midwestern hick jump OUT here. most folks call em velvet ants)

Carlos Sainz - Red Admiral, Vanessa atalanta

Lando Norris - Walker's Cicada, Megatibicen pronotalis this is NOT meant to be a drag I actually love these freakishly loud animals but he just gives bright green cicada energy.

Oscar Piastri - Green Carpenter Bee, Xylocopa aerata cop out? yeah. good bee and something that feels correct? yes.

Fernando Alonso - Mourning Cloak, Nymphalis antiopa i love these fuckin bugs. absolute freaks of nature. they live for like a full year and they're always wandering around and getting up to something. plus they're very distinguished.

Lance Stroll - Common Buckeye, Junonia coenia I'm not even gonna elaborate on this one.

Valtteri Bottas - Eastern Cicada Hawk, Sphecius speciosus I just think they're neat!

Zhou Guanyu - Ebony Jewelwing, Calopteryx maculata blatant favoritism here. The ebony jewelwing is perhaps my all time favorite bug from home :) (its also v stylish)

Esteban Ocon - Chinese Mantis, Tenodera sinensis a noble creature that frequently scares the life out of me when i find one outside my window. Why the fuck are you so long. I appreciate u anyway.

Pierre Gasly - European Field Cricket, Gryllus campestris he just *feels* a bit crickety. Idk what to tell u man.

Kevin Magnussen - Halloween Beetle (or in America, the Japanese Lady Bug), Harmonia axyridis the most determined little bastard in the animal kingdom. They WILL get into your apartment through that microscopic sliver in the window.

Nico Hulkenberg - Green June Beetle, Cotinis nitida idk dude he just serves local scarab

Daniel Ricciardo - Black-And-Yellow Mud Dauber, Sceliphron caementarium im sure you are all noticing how much i love wasps by now. i was SO brave not making this a wasp only post. if ur american and a hick (hey girl(gn) hey) you'll know these guys From Constantly Being In Your Car's Inner Workings

Yuki Tsunoda - Bullet Ant, Paraponera clavata tiny but mighty!!!!! (short king solidarity)

Alex Albon - Great Black Wasp, Sphex pensylvanicus yet more blatant favoritism for my faves. Yes this post is so i can assign the williams boys and zg my fave types of local bugs. Anyway. this is one of the best wasps in the world. if u see her irl please stop for a moment to appreciate her. she's usually a docile species but she is very big and i love her. (good hunter too)

Logan Sargeant - Blue Dasher, Pachydiplax longipennis the ultimate late spring and all of summer insect of america. voted america's sweetheart of every local body of water eight millionth year in a row!!!! one of the best dragonflies in the country and i am serious!!! if u live in north america this summer, find a LAKE, a POND, A RIVER, perhaps even a CREEK!!!!!! A POOL WILL EVEN GET YOU! you'll find these folks. at current you might catch mating flight season!!! anyway. these are crazy good hunters and they're a beautiful little baby blue shade. anyway. logan and the rest of williams should go huntin for these when he gets back to florida. think it would fix em.

[bensonsbobblehead]

Outcry — Spencer Reid X Reid!reader

Pairings; Spencer Reid X daughter!reader

Content warnings: heavy heavy talks of rape/sexual assault, sadness, panic attacks, boys being boys

summary: Spencer’s daughter is sexually assaulted while at school and tries to hide it from him.

a/n; trying to just upload when I can! Hopefully more tmr! Also sorry if the layout is funky I’m uploading from my phone =}

wc; 1.8k

[ masterlist ]

This is what being a woman was, at least now it was. Seeing the world for the real evil it was. Your dad was your protector, so he always managed to keep you safe. No matter what he’d never be able to keep you from them. Men, boys, people with dicks, all of them.

The worse part of it all was having to deal with it alone. Your dad was a FBI agent, your best friend is the unit chiefs son, you knew they would kill whoever hurt you.

Hiding it from everyone you knew was going to catch up to you sooner as in today. It was a normal morning, you forced yourself to exist for half the day.

Already prepared for a nap before you fully wake up. As you get up your dad opens the door catching you off guard. It scared the shit out of you.

Jumping as he opened the door Spencer took notice fast. He knew something was up, of course he knew.

He noticed how jumpy you were particularly around boys, not even wanting to spend time with Jack anymore. Spencer also noticed how quiet you were now.

Always being the loudest and silliest in the room to almost nothing, it concerned him a lot.

“Goodmoring love, I made your lunch and packed up your bag from last night, also you can come right to the office after school.” Spencer smiled as you listened quietly,

“Ok thanks dad.” You said as you got up walking past him to the bathroom. It wasn’t always like this, you weren’t always like this but this is what happens when you’re raped during during cheer practice.

You felt it was no point in saying anything, considering the fact they are both the most known and a very well liked boys at school, it’s no point.

It hurt you alot having to see then in the halls, you started taking the longer way to class because of it.

Justin was a piece of shit but he was on the football and baseball team so that meant he could do no wrong. Dyllan his little puppet was also a piece of shit because he did everything Justin told him. You quickly got ready for school and headed out to start the rest of your day.

For Spencer he was just worried about you. Your shyness, quietness, and jumpiness wasn’t putting his mind at ease. Just like you he swallowed it down and headed to the office.

The case was as bad and it was local. Boys from schools around the area have been being murdered for what the team thought was for being weak.

The unsub was killing the boys because he didn’t think they were strong enough. They started with interviews at local schools and moved out more. They had a few to interview at your school.

The focus was the baseball team because most of the boys murdered were all on different baseball teams.

Justin Brown, Caleb Washington, and Dyllan Smith were all taking to the station for questions. First was Caleb he didn’t do it but they later discovered the boys were being told to show they aren’t weak or die. Caleb had to beat his younger brother in order to live.

The case honestly killed Spencer and anyone else with kids. Knowing how evil the ones around you are no matter the age. Next was Dyllan, which was interesting because he’s Justin best friend.

Dyllan got in interrogation and cracked completely. Telling Spencer and Morgan that it was Justin’s idea to do it and he didn’t mind helping him. First Dyllan had to pass Justin test to make sure he wasn’t going to switch on him.

“So, if you’re here what did Justin make you do?” Derek asked the boy,

“He told me I had to take a virginity from any girl at school.”

“So, he dared you to get a girlfriend?” Morgan asked sarcastically

“No he knew I wouldn’t be able to do that so he picked a girl from our schools cheer team and made me do it to her in the locker room. I could tell she was a virgin so I knew he wouldn’t think I was weak.” Dyllan said as if he did a good job for raping a girl.

Morgan and Reid freezing completely, Dyllan not even knowing he confessed to rape.

“Do you know the girls name?” Spencer spoke up knowing you and your best friends are on that team.

“He said it was Y…. y/n! Her name was y/n! He held her down while I had sex and he said I would be the strongest of them all” He said confessing more and more.

Dyllan really had no one but Justin all he wanted was his approval no matter what it was. Justin obviously knew this and just took advantage of him. You still wanted to kill them both for what they did to you.

Before he could continue Spencer sped across the table chocking Dyllan against the wall.

“I am going to kill you with my bare hands.” He said as he grabbed him by his neck. Morgan moving fast but not as fast. Everyone was angry at what was just said. The team was your aunts and uncles so they didn’t see anything wrong with Spencer reaction. After a few moments Derek pulled Spencer off and they both exited the room.

“Where’s Justin, I need to see him.” Spencer said frantically to Hotch.

“Spencer you know I can’t let you do that.” Hotch said firmly while trying to ccalm Spencer down.

“Aaron, he .. raped my daughter. My little girl, she’s been so closed off and quiet, he did that to her! I need to see him!” Spencer yelled at Aaron surprising everyone.

“Spence, maybe you should try to calm down for when Y/N get here.” JJ said looking at the time knowing you and jack always came here after school. It was only about 30 minutes before you’d be coming to the bullpen.

Taking JJ advice he removed himself from the situation and sat at his desk waiting for you. Staring at the picture of you and him with ice cream all over your mouths making silly faces.

It was from your 13th birthday party at Dave’s house when he brought an ice cream maker. It was the best day of your life thanks to your dad. His heart was aching at the pain you must have been in. Spencer dealt with some of his worse moments alone he never wanted the same for his child.

It was only 30 seconds until you’d be coming up on the elevator. The entire team finishing the paper work from the case as you walked into the bullpen. All heads snapped toward you with sympathetic faces.

“Hi everybody” you said quietly giving a short smile to everyone you seen.

“Hey, how are you feeling?” JJ asked as she approached which wasn’t off, you always talked to your Aunt JJ.

“I’m fine Aunt JJ” you smiled keeping you short and sweet as walked pass to go see your dad.

“Hey dad” sitting down in the chair next to him. As he replied and smiled at you. Everyone is being so weird.

“Why is everyone being so sad towards me?” You asked curiously, but before your dad could answer Justin and Dyllan were being taking out in handcuffs.

Your body was moving before your brain could, you were there again, in the locker room.

“Heeeeyyyyyy y/n” Justin taunted you as he walked passed you got up quickly and moved backwards away in a frantic matter almost knocking over the things on the desk behind you.

Your breathing was heavy and it felt as if you’d been punched in the stomach.

“No, No, please stop, I don’t want to I don’t want to.” You said as you curled into yourself on the floor in the corner. You wanted to just go home and lay in the bed for the rest of your life. Why did this happen to you?

You had noticed everyone watching you lose it but you didn’t care.

Your dad walked over to you and went to put a hand on your shoulder. Grabbing his hand quickly before he could touch you.

“Don’t touch me! Get off of me now!” You punched, screamed, and kicked just wanting the feeling of Dyllan and Justin off of you.

You were strong but Spencer didn’t mind getting punched in the face by you. Of course he knew the ins and out of trauma and ptsd. Not just his extensive knowledge but his own past.

“Y/n it’s me. Your dad I promise I won’t hurt. You’re at the BAu and you’re safe sweetie, your dads here.” He said softly being you back to reality. That’s when you broke In his arms.

It’s only been a few weeks since you were assaulted and you had been by yourself the entire time. Emily, JJ, and Morgan were all surrounding you hearts also broken.

“He raped me daddy” you cried into his shoulder

“Him and Justin raped me at the end of practice, I’m so sorry for not telling you.” you broke even more you needed your dad you would just never admit it.

“Don’t be sorry, you didn’t have to tell me if you couldn’t.” He said squeezing his daughter tighter. After that you both got up and headed home.

You quickly went to go shower the day off as your dad prepared your favorite dinner.

Spencer was nothing but heartbroken, he hated that this happened to you. Worse of all he couldn’t take away your pain. After your shower you quickly got dressed and headed to the kitchen.

You came out in a hoodie and sweats as you seen your dad pulling the pizza out the oven.

“Oh hey, I made your favorite.” He said turning to you with a smile. You not responding back, now that he knew you felt icky. Grabbing plates and drinks he brought it over to the counter and you both started to eat. The room was almost silent.

“Don’t look at me any differently please” you finally spit it out. You didn’t want to be looked at as a victim or someone you needed to wear kid gloves with.

“You are y/n and you always have been. You’re my daughter and I will never ever see you any differently.” He looked up from his plate with quickness reassuring her.

“Can I hug you?” He asked, you quickly got up and embraced your dad,

“I’ve got you always bug.” Hugging you even tighter, it finally felt like you could get through this.

[spineless-lobster]

MY THOUGHTS ON THE VENGEANCE SAGA HOLY SHIT!!!!!!

(Spoilers under cut)

Okay I took like half an hour to yell about this with my brother so I have a few thoughts in order here we go!

1. Not Sorry for Loving You

First of all this song is absolute bop like calypso they can never make me like you BUT they can make me like your song.

“I’m angry and tired and restless and sad” honestly me too girl welcome to the club (also the flow in this verse is crazzyyy)

Odysseus is a braver man than I if I was him I could never tell her I love you in any capacity lmao

The ending is 😭👌

2. Dangerous

LETS FUCKING GO I’VE BEEN WAITING SO LONG FOR THIS!!!!

“Six hundred deaths under my command” okay that’s just fowl you can’t say that

The acoustic guitar in the beginning is amazing actually

NO BECAUSE WHEN HE SAID “Cause I had one goal in mind” AND WE HEAR THE SILENCE WHERE THE CREW USED TO BE????? THAT SHIT BROKE ME DUDE!!!!!

HERMES WITH THE AEOLUS LYRICS/MOTIF/WHATEVER THE WORD IS I SEE YOU GIRL I AM A BIG FAN!!!!!!

Everyone who was like “aeolus and hermes would be besties” YOU WERE ALL RIGHT!!!!!

GROOVY!!!!!!!!! TIME TO FUCKING GROOVE BABEYYYYY!!!!!! ✨✨✨✨

“Wash it away like the blood your hands have known” that is such a raw line to come from such a funky character hermes girl you did NOT have to read him like that

WELL IT’S A LITTLE BIT ✨DANGEROUS✨ MY FRIEND!~

Windbag ex machina

To quote my brother: “the windbag is such a broken item” 😭

HERMES X WINIONS LETS GOOOOOOOO

SING IT ODY!!!!!! YOU’RE GONNA USE RUTHLESSNESS BABE!!!!!!

“Don’t thank me, friend, I’m not the one that fought for you” AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAthena

3. Charybdis

This one is another banger!!!!

The ody monologue as he is talking to charybdis is really cool actually

OHHHHH BRING IT ON!!!!!!!!

“My love” what if I just died violently

Ohhh fuck here we go lads

That “NOOOOO!!!!!!” is so fucking visceral oh my GOD when jay said voice acting he MEANT Voice Acting

4. Get in the Water

The erratic piano!!!!!!! That’s so cool!!!!!

Ohhhhh fuck wet hades is here

The way he says “get in the water” is so cold. It’s like You Don’t Have An Option. Get in the fucking water.

“I’ll take your son and gouge his eyes” okay I know we were cheering on ody when he was doing it to your son mr poseidon but have you considered that telemachus has never done anything wrong in his life ever?

Poseidon: I’m going to fucking kill you and your gay little island

Odysseus: have you considered greeting the world with open arms?

Lads how many fucking years has it been I don’t think ody knows how to count

THE EDITING OF STEVEN’S VOICE HERE AAAUUUUGGGGGHHHHH ITS SOOOO GOOOOD!!!!!

I KNEW IT!!!!! I FUCKING CALLED IT!!!!! I KNEW POLITES WOULD COME BACK I KNEW EURYLOCHUS WOULD COME BACK I KNEW WE’D HEAR THE CREW!!!! (Tbh I should’ve expected anticlea but ssshhhh) AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH I FUCKING LOST MY MIND HERE!!!!!!

I see you draw your final breath~

Okay but literally in this moment I think this is where we see everyone forgive odysseus. Whether they lost their lives to mistakes like with polyphemus or a conscious decision like with zeus. Here we see everyone odysseus has loved who has passed away stand by him, telling him that they’re waiting and ready to greet him with (pardon me) open arms in the underworld.

ALSO I JUST NOTICED THAT POLITES SAYS “we can tell you’re getting nervous” not “I” and THAT’S how I know ody died (or at least was on the edge of death) for a few seconds in that moment and interacted with the shades of everyone

5. Six Hundred Strike

Oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my FUCKING god

I said this song would break me and I was fucking right

ODYSSEUS HAS THE POWER OF FRIENDSHIP ON HIS SIDE MOTHERFUCKERSSSSSS

THE INSTRUMENTAL GOES CRAZY!!!!! THE METAL FUCKS SO HARD!!!! THE ELECTRIC GUITAR!!!!!!

Bro the hades soundtrack called they said they want their fucking music back

The deliver of “MY WIFE!!!” DUDDDEEEEEEEE

Literally if you don’t get yourself someone like odysseus don’t even try to get anyone else never settle for less okay the gods created men and then sent odysseus as an apology

STORM MOTIF!!!!!

FULL SPEED AHEAD TUNE!!!!!!!

Poseidon: fuck you

Odysseus: whatever, go my six hundred strike

“You’re going to call off that storm.” The amount of BALLS this man has HOW DOES HE WALK AROUND WITH THOSE

Odysseus said “if I can’t kill you I guess I’ll torture you forever” literally that’s my favourite war criminal

ODY’S MONOLOGUE AS HE’S STABBING POSEIDON HOLY FUCKING SHIT THIS IS THE RAWEST SHIT EVER!!!!!

Literally the animation for this was so good it felt illegal to watch like is this allowed???? Can I stomach this??? This is the most fucked up thing I’ve ever seen????? In a good way????

“I’m still the same” in keep your friend close vs. “Look what you turned me into” in six hundred strike <3333

“Look what we’ve become.” It’s reminding me of how ody and scylla harmonized “we are the same you and I” godddd he truly has become the monster rawr rawr rawr

The way poseidon says “NOO” and “STOP!!!” is so crazy actually

POSEIDON SINGING MONSTER WHAT IF I JUST FUCKING DIED ON THE FLOOR!!!!!

“After everything you’ve done. How will you sleep at night?”

“Next to my wife.”

LITERALLY I SCREAMED INTO MY FUCKING PILLOW WHEN HE SAID THAT!!!!!! THAT IS THE COLDEST MOST RUTHLESS FUCKING LINE EVER HOLY FUCK ODY I THINK YOU ACTUALLY JUST FUCKING KILLED HIM!!!!!! THERE IS NO COMING BACK FROM A LINE LIKE THAT!!!!! LITERALLY THE BEST WAY TO END THIS SAGA!!!!!!!

Closing thoughts

JAY WHEN I FUCKING CATCH YOU JAY!!!!!!

When he said vengeance saga he meant Vengeance with a capital V

Bro all I’m saying is that if I was penelope and I heard all of this go down… let’s just say telemachus would no longer be an only child

Also! In the midst of my boisterous reaction I uhhhhh broke my vengeance saga bracelet so I’m gonna have to fix that eventually

Uh… yeah… I’m gonna go like….. lay down for a bit or something…

[slightlystupidhun]

Niente

Part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5

A band AU I’m writing! Sorry if it’s bad! There is no magic in this universe, just music! @puffin-smoke did an amazing Redacted Band AU that you should check out too!

TW: mentions of grooming and substance use and abuse, Quinn

Niente; To nothing; indicating a diminuendo which fades completely away…

Tank walked into the Jazz club and sat down at one of the tables near the front of the stage. They ordered themself a coffee and sat and waited for the Vampz. Thats when they saw the band walk out. They had heard quite a bit about the band and had done some research which is how they could tell who some of the members were. The keys were played by someone who went by the name of Vincent. He seemed charismatic and he was pretty handsome. Their drums were played by a spitfire named Lovely who had a great groove. They had two horn players, one named Bright Eyes and the other named Fred. They had a lead treble vocalist named treasure and a bass clef vocalist named Porter, treasure would also play lead guitar and occasionally Porter would play Sax. Then the last member walked onstage and Tank felt heat rise up to their cheeks, he was an attractive man, more rugged. He was their bass player named Sam. They were infatuated by his brown eyes and his dressy flannel.

The first song they played was an original of theirs called “Turn Your Love Around. It was funky and groovy. Many people in the jazz club got up and started dancing. Porter had a good smooth voice. Tank couldn't help but move their head to the beat a little and give a soft smile. They completely fell into the song as the They were grooving and very inspired. The minute the chorus started their world exploded. The trumpets, the dancing. All with the added bonus that the entire band sang parts of it with Porter really inspired them. As soon as they sang the lyrics “Turn your love around!” They had found their new favorite song, They also could have sworn they made eye contact with the Bass player.

The next song they played was their song “What You Won’t Do For Love.” Tanker absolutely loved this song. Its vibe was unmatched and they absolutely fell into it. The lyrics were so enthralling and the instruments really encapsulated the emotion. They took a sip of their coffee. Oh they definitely had to come back to this club again.

The next morning they were making coffee, alone in their kitchen, they started humming the song waiting for their coffee to brew. Before they knew it they were doing a mini little dance and singing. “Turn your love around, Don't you turn me down, I can show you how, Turn your love around!” They didn't even realize the entrance of David and the individual whom he was seeing. He called them Angel and they had been around the house quite a bit. Tank thought they were funny, and very good for David. Anyways they hadnt realized they had intruders until they turned around, their coffee now freshly made and starring David in the eyes. He had a lazy smile on his face and his arm around his partner. “Oh- Fuck…”

“Thats a good song, never heard it before… Did you write it?” Angel spoke up, their eyes gleaming.

“No! I uh… I just heard it at this jazz club I'm going to. Lasko suggested it so I went there to drink coffee and listen to some good music.” They knew they were over explaining but they felt it was necessary.

“Is this place safe? Should I go there with you?” David said his features hardening a little bit.

“No… Its fine, its a good environment…” Their cheeks heated up as they thought about the bassist that they definitely didn't want David to see them drooling over.

“Thats great! Oh and super cute dance moves by the way!” Angel beamed up at them and they let out a groan.

They found themself going to this club every wednesday to listen to the music, have a good coffee, and eye fuck the bassist. Wait, scratch that last part. They were not doing that. They just liked to appreciate good looks and talent. Yeah. Thats all. Today they even brought out the upright bass as they played a Louis Armstrong and Duke ellington classic, “It Don’t Mean A Thing.” They sipped their coffee as they listened to the swung rhythm and tapped their foot to the beat.

The next song they performed was Dinah Washington’s “What a difference a Day Makes.” Treasure has a glorious voice that they had grown to swoon to. It was so gorgeous and smooth and they loved every line.

As the music came to an end and the next band went on they decided to stay for a little longer and get themself a coffee. The barista knew them well at this point.

“Glad to see your Bassist today?” He asked. They both loved and hated Guy. He was funny but he had this terrible habit of cracking the wrong jokes at the wrong time.

“Shut it Guy.” They glared at him. “He’s not my bassist and I am pretty sure he doesn't even know that I exist. Besides, a guy in a band can mean no good for me.” They sighed.

“I wouldn't say that he doesn't know about you. And besides he is a good man. Quiet, stubborn, sometimes a bit of an old soul…” Guy continued on.

“Isn't he only 23?” Tank questioned at the mention of him being an old soul.

“Only 3 years older than you.” He smiled at them, “Happy belated Birthday by the way.” He slid them the coffee.”Speaking of the Devil, brace yourself.”

Before Tank could react a man was at their side. A very familiar man. It was Sam. Oh God were they blushing, they were blushing. Crap. They decided to just drink their coffee. “Sam this is Tank, Tank this is Sam.” Guy said as he left to go take more orders. “I think you guys would make great… friends.” Then he was gone. Guy just left them with Sam.

“Hi, Nice to finally meet you.” Sam said Drinking the tea that Guy left out for him.

“What do you mean?” They said looking at Sam.

“Well I’ve noticed you coming to our shows for the past three months. Just thought I’d say ‘Hi.’” He shrugged.

“Oh, I didn't think you would notice.” They looked at him being completely honest.

“Of course I'd notice.” He looked at them and smiled. “Besides I have to admit that I am quite the fan of yours… I saw you play at the D.A.M.N concert and I have to say you were pretty fantastic. Been checkin out your music since then… Its pretty good.” He said, his thick southern drawl igniting something deep inside of them.

“You like my- our songs? You’ve… wow, that's.” They paused, clearing their throat. “That’s cool… Which one is your favorite?”

“Hmm, ‘For What It’s Worth’ Is definitely one of my top picks…” He said, he was really contemplating this question. Tank was surprised he chose this song as one of his favorites. This was one of the first songs they ever wrote. It had a special place in their heart and he definitely wasn't lying about liking their music. “Gold Dust Woman…” He said, finality in his tone. He really seemed to like this song. “The harmonies just blend so well together, and the way the instruments tell the story with the vocals, it's just amazing. Also the lyrics hit close to home…” He smiled at them. They knew that they hadn't written this song, David had, but the fact that he liked any song they performed made their cheeks flush. “So… you’ve been listening to us for a while… Do you have a favorite of ours?”

“That's so difficult! I mean they’re all so great!” Tank said running a hand through their hair trying to think of their favorite. “The first song I heard of yours was Turn your love around so that one will always have a special place in my heart. However, I think Cry Me A River hit close to home. I definitely can't get it out of my head.” They ran their finger along the rim of their coffee cup.

FLASHBACK

“Thanks for meeting me here, Precious.” Quinn gave Tanker one of his signature smiles that before now would have melted their heart. Now it simply pissed them off.

“What do you want? And be fast, I have somewhere to be.” They checked their watch as they leaned against the railing of the bridge they were on.

Quinn did not like being rushed, even worse he hated when people seemed disinterested in him rather than fawning over him. He leaned in closer to them. “Well I asked you to meet me here Precious because I just hate how things ended between us. You know how sensitive Vega can be.”

“No. I don’t. Still looking for a bassist?” They asked knowing that it would push his buttons. They now took to examining their nails. He gritted his teeth and pulled out a box of cigarettes. He offered them one.

“Want to smoke with me?” He titled the box down to them.

“No thanks. I don’t smoke anymore.”

“You don’t do a lot of things anymore. You’ve changed. Someone has changed you haven't they? Listen, you cannot still be mad at me for what went down.” He tried to sound sweet but to them it was just suffocating.

“I’m not mad, just not stupid. I don’t have to be mad at you to not like you.” They smirked at him. “Is that all you had to say?”

“I want you back, Precious. You were a great thrill to have around and without you life is boring. Besides you need me don’t you? I mean who will give you as much fire, passion and talent as me?”

“I don’t need you. You don't miss me at all. You miss having a play thing. You don’t really feel things quinn and I believe that with my whole heart.” They said standing up and beginning to head back to their bike.

“That's a shame. I hope everything ends well for your one friend's partner… The stagemanager one, you know the one dating Lasko.”

“What do you want Quinn?” They turned, their eyes deadly.

“I want you to give me one night to prove to you that you need me. Or they can kiss their job goodbye.” He smirked at them as he shoved his hands in his pockets.

“If anything happens to them Quinn, I'll beat your brakes off myself and feed you to starving lions for fun.” They headed back to their bike.

“This isn't the end, Precious.”

“I know. You need me.” They spat back at him driving off.

END OF FLASHBACK

“Hmm That's one of the ones I wrote, quite some time ago.” Sam said with a small smile as he took a sip of his tea.

“Well then you’re something of a lyrical genius.” They smiled into their coffee cup.

“Thank You Darlin.” He said, his southern drawl thick. They knew there was nothing behind the pet name but they couldn't deny the way their heart started racing. Still they shrugged it off.

“No problem.” They had now finished their coffee. They looked at Sam again as they heard his name be called from across the jazz club.

“Sam! Stop flirting and get over here! We wanna go home!” It was Fred yelling out. Vincent smacked him on the back of the head as the rest of the members slightly chuckled. Porter, though, was too busy trying to mess with Treasure to realize what was being said.

Sam sighed heavily and shook his head, grabbing his tea. “I hope to see you around again.” He offered Tank a soft smile. They smiled back at him and waved as he walked off.

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Turn Your love Around- George Benson

What you won’t do for love- Bobby Caldwell

It Don’t Mean a Thing- Louis Armstrong/Duke Ellington

What A Difference A Day Makes- Dinah Washington

For What It’s Worth- Buffalo Springfield

Gold Dust Woman- Fleetwood Mac

Cry Me A River- Ella Fitzgerald

[kaeyachi]

I saw your post about the Alberich surname and was curious about kaeya being half tayvatian! Can you explain that for me please? I miss and forget a lot of details and stuff in game, but I do genuinely love genshin lore related to khaenriah and kaeya! I also flip flop between kaeya being full khaenrian and being half whatever just because his star eye doesn't seem to be as pronounced as dainsleif for example. At least in game. (always zooming into his face to try and see the pretty star lol) Like I've seen the hc of his mom being sumeran and I think that's super cute! It could explain his darker skin tone compared to dainsleif and pierro? Or like idk the star trait has been deluted after many generations? Uh I've rambled a lot but I was just curious cuz I didn't know anything about him being half teyvatian!

IM SORRY I TOOK SO LONG *cries*

AND THEN I ACCIDENTALLY EXITED THE TUMBLR APP WHICH DELETED EVERYTHING I TYPED OUT 💔💔💔 THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE LONGER IM HEARTBROKEN

but anyway...THANK YOU FOR ASKING!

I think it would be better for me to come back to this after 3.5 that way I can confirm most of what I initially typed out, but heres a summary of what I've thought of

1. His name being the only one in the history of known Khaenri'ahns to originate from Hindu instead of Norse/Scandinavian

2. Due to the Hindu origin of the name, we can connect it to his constellation which is represented by a peacock- India's national bird as well as the representation for the Spantamad in the Akademiya.

3. Him being there for the 3.5 Archon quest in Sumeru as well as him getting a possible skin that is clearly half Sumeru and half Khaenri'ahn inspired

4. notes or letters from a member of the Alberich clan in Sumeru

5. Most known Khaenri'ahn characters have been pale-skinned (were unsure about Pierro due to dim lighting but even then, he and Kaeya might be related) with distinctly shaped four-pointed star pupils while Kaeya was designed differently (unsure if its because he's the first one released in-game, if its a diluted gene trait, or if it might be indicative that he is curseless)

6. Seemingly curseless or unnafected by the curse. Was even "blessed" by Celestia with a vision, which is already odd. He's still the only canonical Khaenriahn with one (clearly Celestia doesnt care whether you want a vision or not either)

If someone can elaborate please go ahead! I'm sure I've missed some!

***Additional notes mildly unrelated to this theory***

-The Alberich clan must have been known for their strategic thinking, war knowledge, and mind games if they were able to rise as the leaders for Khaenri'ah during the war. If I were a Sumeru scholar, I'd tap that too lmao

-Kaeya's name meaning "Monsoon flower" is oddly tragic yet fitting. The monsoon flowers thrive in the rainy season. Kaeya thrives during the rain as well. His main growth points and tragedies in life have happened in the rain. If it rains during the 3.5 archon quest i will scream and cry please note this.

- oddly enough i am more of a believer of the "Kaeya being frozen in time for 500 years" theory. Its possible! Olaf Katzlein got frozen for 300 after all! Some old Sumeran must have immigrated to Khaenri'ah prior to the Catalycism and got the Alberich started. Alberich clan being the smartest family in Khaenri'ah maybe?? hmm...

-Majority of teyvat suspiciously dont know that Khaenri'ahns are the hilichurls and the abyss order which means this might be forgotten history...which is weird because if its a supposedly slow acting curse then even in future generations there should still be slow-turning Khaenri'ahns right? If they purposely stopped repopulating then how did Kaeya come to exist? Pierro getting funky with whom??????? He has only been beside the Tsaritsa for the past hundred years... OH MY GOD WAIT CRACK THEORY TIME- Kaeya being the Tsaritsa and Pierro's son which explains the white streaks in his hair. No? Ok I'll stop lmao...unless?? NAH JK THIS AINT IT...or is it... JUST KIDDING I SWEAR-

That's all for now! Hope this helped others figure out the thought process behind the Half-Teyvatian Kaeya theory!

[lily-blade]

JUST REALIZED I NEVER TALKED ABOUT MY FUNKY SMG4 SHIP HERE YET SO UH. HERE I GO.

DISCLAIMER: This is NOT anti-SMG34 propaganda in any way, shape, or form. While it does contradict my ship, I do still greatly enjoy SMG34. Don't come at me for hating on it cuz I'm not. Thank u for understanding.

Anyway, rant under cut.

Oh hey, you actually clicked? SICK! Lemme tell you all about why I ship SMG3 X Luigi

Yes, I made a whole fucking image for this. It helps me get all my thoughts about this in order ok? Ok, let's go through all these pics clockwise starting from where my arm is because that makes sense to me.

ITEMS 1 & 2: Mario frequently picks on Luigi, and SMG4 picks on SMG3 just as often. This is more just common ground for them than anything else, so I think they'd sympathize with eachother pretty well.

ITEM 3: Luigi saw SMG3's browser history. However, while Mario, Meggy, & SMG4 reacted with shock & disgust, Luigi was aroused. (I could not think of a better way to put it I am so sorry) Also, while SMG3 did wipe the memories of the other 3, we never saw him wipe Luigi's mind. It's possible he either didn't know Luigi saw it or forgot he was there, but it's still ship fuel for me.

ITEMS 4 & 5: Ok, I know the Mario Does Stuff vids aren't really canon, but. When Luigi took off his shirt & there was a song singing about burying one's face in his chest, why was there a smiley face WEARING SMG3'S HAT?! I can't think of any heterosexual reason for this.

ITEM 6: When Meggy goes to push the button to reveal the bargain bin weapons, Luigi can be seen in the background in front of an SMG3 cardboard cutout. Idk for sure if he's checking out the merch or doing, uh... something else, but I can't help but wonder why he was put there in that moment. Just like the previous item, I can't think of any good reason for this.

In conclusion, I would not be surprised if all the SMG34 teasing was just build-up to SMG3 getting canonically paired with Luigi instead of SMG4. Again, this is not anti-SMG34 propaganda, and if I'm wrong, oh well, I still like SMG34 anyway.

Welp, that about wraps up my TED Talk. Lemme know what you guys think of my silly lil ship. Thank you so much for reading, I hope y'all have a great year :)

[walkman-cat]

hands up tell me abt Your star trek au right now!! on the double bro. what are the tensions it all looks too kind & magical i don’t trust it yet

(if it is literally kind & wonderful i am grateful i am thankful i am honored i’d just like to hear more)

-@jack-kellys

i'm ngl my star trek au au is mostly running on vibes wbwbwb so it is pretty kind and happy and warm (i just really like how much everyone in the enterprise's crew has such a respect and care for each other yknow. found family and all that innit).

that being said, here are some funky things about the characters ive been thinking about lately (under a cut because i'm incapable of being concise):

the stars were essentially jack's santa fe. he grew up surrounded by stories of starship captains and space and it became his lifelong dream and ambition to captain a starship, something which he dropped everything to attain. now he is captain of a starship– one of the youngest in starfleet's history– and it's wonderful and fantastic and he's never felt more alive! but there's always something gnawing at the back of his mind (he's based his entire life up until this point around this moment, it was a driving force and a beacon to look up to when times were tough. what if the experience is nothing like his dreams and he ends up disappointed? what happens when the mission's over? what'll become of him?).

also starfleet's assigned him a galaxy-class starship with families onboard and he's having a Time because of it (what if they get hurt under his watch. what if he gives the wrong order and a child dies. starfleet officers know the risks of space travel and are aware of this but the families. the children). other than that he's having a great time !!

kath's half-betazoid on her mother's side, but she never knew her mother nor has she ever been to betazoid (i really went woe! being mixed and only connected to one of your cultures but still being unable to fit in even there because of the fact that you're mixed be upon ye!). she's trying real hard to learn more about betazoid and who her mother is even though she knows she won't really feel like she "belongs" in betazoid either. she's working on understanding and using her empathic/telepathic powers more.

oh also!! pulitzer is a notorious and not-well liked admiral, when kath joined the acedmy she officially had her name changed to plumber and has since told no-one that they're related (this surely won't backfire terribly on her in the future)

also because this is the spot (cat) show, kath loves spot (cat) and wants to babysit her and play with her but alas. she is allergic to cats

race cannot catch a break– he's got a massive losing streak at senior officer poker night, spot (cat) hates him, he can't grow a beard but every time theres an impostor/clone/mirror universe situation the other version of him always has a beard (this is half in jest but also it amuses me wbwb)

jokes aside, i've been having a whole bunch of race as first officer thoughts (and a lot of riker and race parallel thoughts but. that's another story). i don’t really know how to explain it other than the way riker acts in the last episode of tng season two (yes, the riker montage episode) when facing death (joking around and keeping up the appearance of flippancy and courage in the face of agonising death because he’s first officer and there are people who look up to him and he has to set an example) seemed very race and very kony to me, in a way. (youve got this to blame for riker beard race. im not sorry)

race is also one of the first people to advocate for les becoming acting ensign. he makes it very clear that he's in les' corner and makes himself responsible for his studies and sometimes his training (and he teaches him poker).

OH ALSO! sarah and davey didnt know les ws going to be onboard and only found out about his presence after they'd set off. did he sneak onboard?? mayyyybeee (he just really wants to be a starfleet officer). after the initial shock (and notifying their parents) sarah and davey start the Let Les on the Bridge campaign (letting him watch the bridge from the turbolift, helping out in sciences and engineering, etc etc) the that eventually leads to les becoming acting ensign. it reaches a point where most of jack's senior officers would probably mutiny all for this kid.

there's more stuff but i'll stop rambling now because, again, i have a problem with being concise wbwbw. thankyou soso much for the ask rizz once again i love your star trek au so much and am always eager to hear more wbwbw!!! :D

[tacoma-narrows]

Six Flags Great America! - 5/4/24

Finally decided to put together my post from going to Great America about two weeks ago lol. Sorry it took so long! With moving back home after college, I kept getting distracted by other things haha.

Here are some of my fav pictures I got! In-depth thoughts about each coaster I rode are below them!

So I went with a friend from college and rode about half of all the major coasters there (7 out of their total of 15) since lines were pretty long all day. American Eagle, Whizzer and Sprocket Rockets were closed all day (this was only the third weekend of the season so it was to be expected - you know how it is with Six Flags lmao), and then everything else we didn't get to ride was either a kiddy coaster (Little Dipper) or has a clone somewhere else that I've ridden before (Batman the Ride, Joker, Flash: Vertical Velocity, Superman Ultimate Flight). So not super bummed about missing any of those. Getting on American Eagle and Whizzer would've been fun since those are both classics, and even with clones, a credit is still a credit lol. My friend and I are hoping to go back when we come back to school in August, so we'll hopefully be able to ride what we missed then.

But enough about what we didn't ride, onto what we DID ride! (This will be in the order we rode them throughout the day, plus what number they are in my credits list)

Maxx Force - Credit #162! This was easily my favorite coaster in the park! I am a huge sucker for launch coasters, especially ones with powerful launches. With Maxx Force now having one of, debatably the, fastest accelerating launch on any coaster in the world, that did not disappoint! The funky inversions were a lot of fun and I really liked the high speed heartline roll in the middle. Of course the one downside to Maxx Force is that it's a very short ride in duration, in addition to the brakes kicking in while you're still going through the final element. But overall, it was still an absolute blast of a ride and I definitely wanna ride it again next time I'm at the park!

Raging Bull - Credit #163! I knew this B&M Hyper has gotten mixed reviews in the past, so I knew going in it wasn't going to be the best Hyper out there. I did really enjoy it's more unconventional layout for its model and the focus more on lateral and positive forces throughout the layout, and it was pretty smooth all the way through. What did disappoint me a bit though was the airtime. Like I said, I knew not to expect the 5+ second floater airtime hills you get on other Hypers like Diamondback or Candymonium, but I had heard that in the back row, the main first drop off of the pre-drop had some crazy ejector air in the back row. We rode in the back row and there was definitely some air, but not the crazy throw-you-out-of-your-seat type air that I was expecting. There were a few other good pops throughout the layout, but like I said, I liked it's focus on laterals and positives more. Definitely solid all around.

Viper - Credit #164! Viper I was slightly underwhelmed with. Going in, I had heard that Viper is one of the more underrated coasters in the park, both from other enthusiasts and locals who visit the park regularly. It was definitely smooth for a wooden coaster, it had clearly been well taken care of and looked to have gotten some recent re-tracking, which was very welcome. It also had some good laterals going around some of its turns, but similar to Raging Bull, I found it to be kinda lacking in the airtime department. Again there were some good floater hills here and there but not every hill hit like it should I felt like. This is one I wanna give another shake next time I'm there to see if I just missed something.

Demon - Credit #165! Demon was, not my favorite I'll say. Like it wasn't awful, I've certainly ridden worse Arrow loopers but this one was kinda middle of the road. I didn't think it rode as smoothly or had as much hangtime as the other Demon at California's Great America did. I liked the theming that this one had around it though, much like it's sibling in California. The rock work around the lift and corkscrews and the tunnel you fly through after going through the loops were both pretty cool. Other than that though, I wasn't huge on this one.

X-Flight - Credit #166! Opposite of Viper, X-Flight was better than I had expected! I had heard going in that it was the weakest Wing Coaster in the US, so I wasn't really expecting much, but really ended up enjoying it! We rode in the back row on the right side, so we really got whipped through some of the elements, especially the first wing over drop. I sat on the outside seat, so it was a little rattly there but that's to be expected with B&M Wings lol, and it wasn't really that bad. There were a lot of positive Gs that were a lot of fun and I really enjoyed the hangtime on the first drop and the final in-line twist through the tower (which was also a really cool visual moment both on and off the ride). Of the three Wing Coasters I've ridden, I put it in the middle. I liked it more than Wild Eagle at Dollywood, but not as much as GateKeeper at Cedar Point.

Goliath - Credit #167! Goliath was the longest line we waited in throughout the day at over 90 mins, but I would say it was worth it! I knew this was one of the shortest RMCs in duration, so that wasn't an issue for me but I really enjoyed the elements here. Great first drop and some really strong airtime moments. Both inversions were awesome too! The dive loop was really weird in a cool way, since I turned my head up while we were upside down to look through the structure as we dove down, which was a wild moment. And then the HUGE stall under the lift was soo cool as well. I'd only done prolonged stalls on Jersey Devil and Wildcat's Revenge (the one on Steel Vengeance is really quick and snappy unlike the ones mentioned here), but this one was just so big and so long that it was just a crazy moment. Easy number 2 in the park after Maxx Force for me!

Dark Knight - Credit #168! The last coaster we rode was Dark Knight, the indoor Wild Mouse. I know there are better coasters we could have ridden like Batman or Superman, but at this point, it was about 4 o'clock and we just wanted to get out of the heat and sun for awhile, so we chose to wait in the indoor queue of the Dark Knight lol. I knew what to expect since I had done the one at Great Adventure before, but I think this one was a bit better. The trims didn't seem to be hitting at all on the switchbacks, or if they were, they weren't hitting very hard. So lots of laterals all over, and it looked like more of the theming elements were either on or working than on Great Adventure's (at least from when I rode that one back in like 2018 lol). So it was fun, but in the end it was still just a Wild Mouse in a box lmao.

So that's my recap of my day at Six Flags Great America! I had a great time, at least until it started POURING as we were heading out at about 6 lmao. I'm definitely looking forward to going back, hopefully in August like I said. It definitely had similar bones to California's Great America, but I liked the charm of CGA a bit more, although Six Flags Great America has way more coasters lol. If you've been to SFGAm, let me know what you think of their rides or how your thoughts compare to mine! I'd love to know!

Here's all of the coasters I rode at the park from most to least favorite, along with where they landed in my overall credits ranking (plus which coasters are before and after them on my list for frame of reference):

Maxx Force (#20, between Phantom's Revenge at Kennywood and Thunder Striker at Carowinds)

Goliath (#30, between Volcano the Blast Coaster [formerly] at Kings Dominion and Candymonium at Hersheypark)

X-Flight (#46, between Magnum XL-200 at Cedar Point and Nitro at Six Flags Great Adventure)

Raging Bull (#50, between Great Bear at Hersheypark and Impulse at Knoebels)

Viper (#65, between Flight of Fear at Kings Dominion and Comet at Hersheypark)

Demon (#101, between Iron Dragon and Wild Mouse, both at Cedar Point)

Dark Knight (#113, between Racer at Kennywood and Dark Knight at Six Flags Great Adventure)

[lokiina]

I FINISHED THE GAME (BG3)

I'M GONNA- THERE'S BIG SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT. So if you don't wanna hear about end game stuff don't click it cuz I'll be 100% explaining my ending and adding some screenshots in there too. You have been warned.

Proceed with caution. Like Gale hiding behind Cas.

Kay omg. SO, I'm really curious now how other choices end up playing out cuz for the most part this was a fairly happy end. Not 100% happy, as some people didn't get important things but all things considered things went well.

BUT.

I chose to side with the Emperor for this play. I know it was kinda sus on whether or not he was lying and using you as a means to an end for his own selfish needs, but I decided to take the chance and just follow through with the things he wanted. (Except taking the fancy worm to evolve, I was too scared to do that.) I only used a small handful of the worms through my play, and it ended up not being a problem at the end. My boy was completely fine and cured of his brain worm problem.

also this happened while trying to confront the brain the first time. LMAO

Siding with the Emperor and putting complete trust in him involved giving him the nether stones and it did end with the Githyanki prince guy dying. Cuz in order to leave the prisim properly to help me with the fight he had to absorb his abilities.... which meant eating his brain....

RIP Prince guy. Sorry for that....

But after that unfortunate event he was able to adventure with me outside the prism and I could control him in all the fighting as an allied companion. So I had a crew of 5 running around instead of just 4.

BUT I ALSO LEARNED MY BABY OWLBEAR WAS OKAY. He had previously like.... vanished from my camp and I was pretty sure it was a bug. But the lil babu was all grown up! AND IN ARMOUR!

The allies became quite useful, you could call on a handful of people to come as allied game controlled characters in some of the fights cuz damn them end game fights didn't fuck around. They just swarmed you with enemies.

In the end moments I genuinely thought there was gonna be a moment when the Emperor was gonna pull some shit to like take control of everything himself but he never did. He genuinely just wanted the brain gone. So we were 100% on the same side and so giving him the stones and everything was not an error it worked out.

Now in the cut scenes following the destruction of the brain my game kinda shit itself and stopped loading textures so things started to look absolutely bonkers for me and was a lil hard to follow. I think it's cuz I had been playing for so long my poor lil baby system was struggling to keep up with all the stuff it was throwing at me so I had to save, close the game and relaunch in the middle of the end stuff. Lae'zel peaced out, she was obviously not vibing with the fate of the prince guy. Understandably so. She did thank me for everything else that was done tho. Astarion was really upsetting cuz he was all ready to party, and then the poor guy started to burn in the sun and had to book it. kfdjghdkfjgh and then Karlach. Oh GOD. My poor heart.

I almost fuckin cried fam. She was about to die, and Wyll bust in going NOT ON MY WATCH and the pair of them peaced out to Avernus to save her and kick ass together. I would have offered to go with them but I had a funky lil wizard to worry about too. But I knew with the two of them they'd be okay.

The Emperor was just content everyone was free he said he'd miss my boy and thanked me for trusting him when most people wouldn't have. dkjfghdkfg He's a pretty cool dude.

And then there's this guy. This loveable lil nerd.

SO LIKE CAS IS GOING TO WATERDEEP TO MARRY HIS WIZARD.

It's actually fucking cute as hell and very fitting. I hadn't given Casvius a surname at all cuz they;re hit and miss with Tieflings. Some have some some don't, it's often a reflection of whether or not they keep family ties or if they've grown up outside of human culture influence and the like. I had it head canoned that he basically grew up in the Baldur Gates streets without a family but like managed and turned out okay. But he didn't have a surname at all cuz he didn't know what family he came from and didn't really care to find out. He figures his parents fucked up and he was the first tiefling in their bloodline and they panicked abandoning him. It wasn't an uncommon thing to have happen so it's what he kinda adopted as his own scenario too.

BUT NOW, HE CAN HAVE ONE. He can go marry Gale and be Casvius Dekarios. A name he's happy with and more than glad to adopt as his own.

ANYWAY This fuckin game is brilliant, and I hope it wins game of the year. Fuck. It deserves it. The scope of this game is unreal and you can tell a lot of love was poured into making it.

I'm probs gonna remake this boy and play again later so I can go back through parts that had been previously bugged and patched after I had passed them.

[therealcocoshady]

I could def answer some of these…

• When/How did you first hear Eminem ?

I was always influenced by my dad when it came to music and he introduced me when i was about nine.

• Would you consider yourself a "Stan" ? Why/ Why not ?

OF COURSE! I enjoy everything Eminem; movies, videos, music (obviously), I just kinda don’t know how to explain it.

• Do you collect Eminem merch, make Eminem artwork, write fan fiction, etc.? If so, please explain in detail.

Yes !! I buy shirts, posters, and other memorabilia.

• Have you ever been to Detroit? If so, when, why, and where did you go?

No! But I hope I will in the future

• What's your favorite Eminem song? Which song first hit you on a deep personal level? Why?

I couldn’t have a favorite… But a song that really gets me going could be mockingbird, hailie’s song, stan, my darling, rock bottom etc. They’re all about his personal experiences and he writes about them so beautifully that it’s just so perfect.

• Has Eminem or his music helped you through any difficult times? Please share.

Yes, I’ve had a few mental issues in the past and his music encouraged me and I made it through.

• How often do you listen to Eminem's music?

Look at his social accounts? Google for news about him?

Definitely daily.

• If you could tell Eminem anything, what would you say?

I’d probably thank him for his hard work and how he gig me through a lot of stuff. Then i’d tell him he needs to stop with the merch and drop an album 🥲

sorry i rambled a bit here but yeah

Awww I love your answers ❤️. Here are mine :

• When/How did you first hear Eminem ? I first heard of him when I was about 9 or 10. A teen magazine talked about the fact that has was not being nice to his mom and I thought it was cool 😂. I was very mad at mine at the time (she had the audacity of DYING - can you believe it ? 😅) and I very much liked the fact that one could actually be mad at their parents and be creative & cool. I think I also heard his music for the first time around that time (probably Lose Yourself ?) and I thought it was awesome ! Made me want to learn English !

• Would you consider yourself a "Stan" ? Why/ Why not ? Yes and no, I think. I am very much a fan, but I don't identify as a hardcore Stan, in the obsessive sense of it. That being said, I enjoy being involved and taking part in the fandom. It's definitely a fun community !

• Do you collect Eminem merch, make Eminem artwork, write fan fiction, etc.? If so, please explain in detail. I have purchased a few merch items (still waiting for my latest order by the way !) but I wouldn't say I'm a collector. Right now I only own clothing and that's fine by me. The only thing I would love to have is the B-Rabbit Funky Pop but it's soooo expensive... And... We all know I write fan fiction 👀

• Have you ever been to Detroit? If so, when, why, and where did you go ? I have never been to America. I don't know if I would actually want to visit Detroit. I don't know enough about the place. 🧐

• What's your favorite Eminem song? Which song first hit you on a deep personal level? Why? It's HARD to choose a favorite song. There's one for every mood that I have. The one that hits me most is Arose - so much so that I skip it because otherwise I start bawling - but the first that really hit me was Mockingbird. Being raised by a single Dad, it really describes a lot of my relationship with him.

• Has Eminem or his music helped you through any difficult times? Please share. YES. Absolutely. His music has been a great motivator to me and I feel like his dedication to his art is really inspiring. Also, having really struggled with mental health issues (still struggling), some songs help me navigate some hardships.

• How often do you listen to Eminem's music?Look at his social accounts? Google for news about him? I listen to his music daily but I don't really Google him or look him up on social media. That being said, my notifications for his accounts are turned on and he comes up a lot on my pages because I follow a lot of other Stans.

• If you could tell Eminem anything, what would you say? I would say he is a great artist and that he really has made a huge impact on people's lives and I hope he knows how grateful a lot of people are for him and his art. And that he can be proud of the impact he's made on the culture. (And please, DROP THE ALBUM, Grandpa).. That being said I don't want to tell him anything because I am low-key terrified of meeting this man.

[10piecechickenmcnugget]

Still writing out my thoughts about Dogwarts, but I'm returning the favor anyways.

I wanna here all your thoughts about Purpled and Wilbur. Or whoever you're most interested in.

You're letting me talk about characters I like, I'm letting you do the same :D

FUCK YEAH

(@dewberries-sillyblog cause you wanted to learn more about my blorbos)

under the cut cause this is gonna be L O N G

(split into sections so I can “organize” my thoughts) Purpled: my stupid ass traumatized alien son he’s a bastard and I hate him (/j)

Early SMP: alien boy. he doesn’t know what he’s doing he is simply fucking around and finding out adopting a dog and gathering resources. just living life having a funky fresh time

he and tommyinnit fucking HATE each other they chased each other around and murdered each other for like over and hour fundy broke into his house and stole his shit he bargained with Tommy for his own stuff for like 10 minutes and went to court but just snuck out the back (??? idk he’s wild)

fundy built the socializing club to resolve their arguments and purpled booby trapped it and stole everyone’s shit cause he’s just like that

L’Manberg War(s): he dabbled in lmanberg shit my guy had no idea what the fuck was going on all the god damn time he was so confused bro was literally just standing there one time he say ccrimeboys (who were exiled from lmanberg and were absolutely not supposed to be there) and he (a member of lmanberg) decided to just ignore them cause he can’t be bothered to give a shit he literally allowed Technoblade to causally boat home after he massacred everyone at the festival and murdered Tubbo he has zero fucks to give

✨intermission✨: he disappeared for several months and no one knew what was up with that

the following is not in chronological order cause I forgor

but Bad hired him to kidnap/kill Puffy and he was basically like “yeah sure fuck it” and I think he did the thing?? I don’t remember anyways he was kinda working for the Eggpire for a bit and then Quackity was like hey wanna work for me instead to betray them (he attracted his attention by threatening to blow up his UFO talk about foreshadowing) and purpled once again went yeah sure fuck it and betrayed the Eggpire for the money and Quackity did his whole “wait don’t go in yet let the shark guy die” and then they saved everyone and yadda yadda yadda “you’re a hero purpled” “I try my best”

Aftermath: we all know this part purpled is like okay bitch boy pay up and Quackity makes small talk gives him his money and then destroys his entire life right in front of him good times they yell at each other for a bit and Purpled storms off in silence to go be sad

He goes back to his stupid little cottage and is even sadder for a while and then Mr Charlie Slimecicle gaslights him for 30 minutes and he decides to join las nevadas (he’s lying about wanting to be there)

he hangs around lying to people for a bit and then sets up his overdramatic lava trap and yells at Quackity some more and then kills his bf for revenge cause that’s what they do on this server I fucking guess

he kidnaps slimes dead body and holds it captive in a cave purely just to kill him again and then Punz shows up and manipulates him a bit and Dream is there also

they show up gaslight slime bulky Quackity blow shit up purpled and Quackity yell at each other some more and then slime reveals HE was gaslighting everyone the whole time and fucking kills purpled (L + ratio)

then there’s the whole “you’re not a good person” but idc about that sorry quackcicle enjoyers

and then that’s kinda it man idk the whole ass smp ended

Random ramblings: purpled is a petty bastard and I hate him that bitch is full of improperly processed trauma (thank you icarus appollosboyfriend for that quote) and he hates everyone and he only kills people for the money cause he just wants money and power (and friends he just wants to go home) but he only accepts jobs from people he trusts and he’s a stupid bitch and he’s mean and absolutely will insult your mother but your honor he’s just a silly little guy simply a funky little lad and he just lies to people constantly he’s so funny and every time I think about him I go insane

now.

Wilbur. Motherfucking. Soot:

I am mentally ill about him I legitimately get sad often over him he has brought me close to tears unironically multiple times this is a common occurrence I have so much autism about him I’m such a basic bitch 😔

there’s no organization to this part I’m just going to go insane for several paragraphs:

HES SO SAD my boy is struggling constantly 24/7 he has had shit brain chemicals his whole life and he pretends he’s fine cause he has to be fine but he’s literally been putting up a persona the entire smp I just ajrhjabdbwjsj

he’s just a little guy ur honor who wanted to start a little nation for his friends and he tried SO HARD to keep the peace and let everyone live but people continuously fucked him over until he thought he HAD to resort to violence

he has so much trauma and he ignores all of it he’s so stressed all the time and he got beat to death with an axe after his friend betrayed him and and and

and fucking SCHLATT took his country his fucking country from him and kicked him out and his stupid ass lived in a ravine for god knows how long and he developed more mental illnesses then he already had

he legitimately thought everyone hated him and was only staying for the power and wholeheartedly believed that they would leave him if someone else offered something better and he was so scared all the time he was NOT living la vida loca and he just fucking lied about it all the time cause he’s an idiot

and he finally snapped and he was going to press the damn button and his fucking dad showed up and he had made up his mind he was going to die and he was taking lmanberg down with him so he did just that (assisted suicide babyyyyyy)

and don’t even get me started on ghostbur (that’ll come later)

then he fucking died and LIMBO oh my lordy lord he was alone in literal sensory deprivation torture for THIRTEEN AND A HALF YEARS holy motherfuck he lost his fucking mind in there he was not doing well that’s for fucking sure

then his bitch ass got revived and dear god did a lot happen while he was gone and he put on another goddamn persona because he’s fine guys!! he had time to think over everything while he was dead he’s perfectly fine he’s processed all his trauma he’s so much better now he definitely isn’t doing worse he’s fine guys !!! :D (he’s lying)

and one time he tried to explode dream with his mind so that was a thing and also threatened to kill himself despite being apparently happy to be alive again and absolutely fucking terrified of going back to limbo so anyways he still hates himself so that’s a thing

he and Quackity had a homoerotic rivalry and then he went to fucking. Utah so that happened

I’m fucking insane about cwilbur I cannot articulate this to you correctly but I cannot stress enough how feral he makes me

NOW ghostbur I’m insane about him too he’s an amnesiac and he’s so sad all the time and he still hates himself cause ‘alivebur’ hates himself and he considers PERMADYING a happy memory and he can only remember good things and H A T E S talking about his mental health or anything remotely sad and he’s just a little lad with his sheep and he just wants to make people happy and oughhhhhhhhh. anyways how are you guys doing :)

[kingdicemrwheezyflowertor]

I posted 300 times in 2022

That's 189 more posts than 2021!

113 posts created (38%)

187 posts reblogged (62%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@fabianvalencia561

@projectanimations

@elovesrandomfandom

@ttte-tugscrowskullausmainblog

@jayde-jots

I tagged 265 of my posts in 2022

Only 12% of my posts had no tags

#ttte - 173 posts

#thomas the tank engine - 101 posts

#ttte sir topham hatt - 77 posts

#sir topham hatt - 64 posts

#ttte corrupted au - 59 posts

#my art - 53 posts

#ttte gordon - 41 posts

#ongoing roleplay - 38 posts

#corrupted au - 35 posts

#ttte edward - 33 posts

Longest Tag: 78 characters

#whether it’s tugs or ttte i don’t care just give me something and i’ll draw it

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Okie Y’all; I finally decided to draw something to get over my Art block until then and while my IPad was charging; This is also a bit of a Gift for @projectanimations because they make amazing designs for the Ttte engines and many other designs for many other characters!

I decided to draw their Ttte boys from their recent Ttte post BUT in my Style!! (Doing Thomas and Timothy’s noses isn’t easy but I suffice) I have drawn their Crovan before and I had fun drawing him again; I also had fun Drawing their Alfred. Their Alfred having Long hair was the best thing to see and draw.

Then they did their Half bodies of the Culdee fell boys; Godred and Culdee. I will admit; Seeing their designs were amazing!

I felt like it was best to make them this for a gift; I might draw them again but with them meeting my version of them from my world. This means that my version of Godred gets to be drawn again Yay!!!!

Enjoy your gift!!!

47 notes - Posted February 28, 2022

#4

ITS FINALLY DONE!!

After 1-2 days of working on it; It is finally done! I finished it off while in a VC with a Friend so I am happy to have finished it!

I am tagging @ttte-tugscrowskullausmainblog and @ghostbellies because I have drawn their Gordon’s.

My opinion on GhostBellies’ Gordon: I love this chubby pile of anger. His love for Henry is too cute but his anger is the funny thing; Plus his obsession with food. I wonder how he would feel about having Brownies lol.

My Opinion on Crows’ Gordon: He is a chubby man who acts like he doesn’t care but secretly he cares. Again; The relationship he has with his Henry is too adorable and the fact Gordon is Chubby in their world too makes me happy.

I like both Gordon’s so much and I’m happy that I was able to draw both of them with my Gordon. (My Gordon is Short in comparison to them lol)

47 notes - Posted September 24, 2022

#3

OKIE! 👏🏻

So I ended up drawing something for @funky-boat-zone as a little gift.

So they did an AU where if Ten Cents didn’t survive in Munitions. They did an Animatic with this world where Sunshine interacted with Ghost Ten Cents after finding Ten Cents’ body.

Well I took a Scene from that Animatic and decided to draw it in my own style

The Original scene:

My drawing of the Scene:

See the full post

47 notes - Posted April 24, 2022

#2

I believe a Welcome back gift for an Idol of mine should be in order!

@ferlost Have a Belated Welcome back gift!

I haven’t drawn your Edward boy before so I had fun and Difficulty with him but I’m glad I did a really great job; But I will let you be the judge of that. Oh and one more time.

🎉WELCOME BACK!!!🎉

54 notes - Posted March 10, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

(Part Two to the long RP @fabianvalencia561 and I did months ago; Reply to this when you can, No rush!! But I’m sorry for not continuing; I had a hard time trying to figure out how to u til I thought of this.)

*It had been 2 hours and Topham still hasn’t woken up; His Demon decided to come out and Observe him to come a decision on something and he’s been doing that for 45 minutes*

Demon: Hmmmmm….

113 notes - Posted June 27, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

[harrison-abbott]

Hands down the worst place I ever stayed in was this flat on Justice Street on Aberdeen. I only signed the lease in the first place because it was cheap, and right in the city centre. So it was a good location and didn’t cost much.

The first night I was there, whilst I was doing up my new room, I caught this strong smell of what I thought was gas. It smelled like gas, but, it had a stagnant, old vibe to it as well. Like it was stale gas. So I panicked a bit because I thought there was a gas leak. And I left the flat because I didn’t want to be inhaling it.

I went down the stairs and out of the main building, and just then my new flat mate, who was called Kamilla, showed up, just having finished work. I told her the problem. “Oh shit,” she said, “but I think what your smelling is the piping.”

She had smelled the same thing. But it wasn’t gas. It was just the rancid piping of the building that gave off this harsh smell.

I emailed my landlady about it. She confirmed, that it was ‘nothing to worry about’.

My landlady was called Blanka. She had lived in Aberdeen for her bachelor’s degree, and had owned this flat. Or rather, her parents will have bought her this flat. And then she rented it out to, well, me and Kamilla, after she moved to Europe to study a master’s.

So, Blanka wasn’t in Scotland. I think she was studying in Italy, I believe.

Later, I found that, indeed, there was a pipe in my room. It’d been hidden behind one of the bookshelves, and somebody had tied a plastic bag around the open end of it. As in, the pipe was essentially open: and it was emitting that funky air.

My room was also not a proper room. Because the flat itself was a three room flat, consisting of a main bedroom, where Kamilla stayed, a bathroom, and a kitchen. In order to make my ‘room’, Blanka had put up a wall half way between the kitchen, to make it into two rooms.

I still wasn’t really that bothered because it was cheap and I had a place to study for my course.

But then the boiler broke. It went bust, one day. And we had to call Blanka in Italy to pay for a guy to come fix it. And, two weeks later it bust again, and another chap was called over. When it happened a third time, the newest guy told us that this boiler basically needed a complete replacement, or else it would just keep failing.

So we kept telling Blanka in Italy. Her communication was very sparse and vague.

Kamilla stayed over at her boyfriend’s, and stopped paying her rent, because she wasn’t living here.

Oh, and, then the shower got broken as well. It just gave out this little dribble of water rather than a proper spray.

So I emailed Blanka and told her about the various problems. Again.

She said that she could cut the rent for me, if I could bear staying? And, that made it ever more cheaper. So I thought I would cling on for some time. It was only £200 a month.

Then the boiler broke a fourth time. And Kamilla went nuts at Blanka.

Blanka then emailed me saying that she was so sorry, but she had no other option than to sell the flat. She was really so very apologetic, since she knew I was studying and so on. She said I could stay until I was able to move out. So I stayed for another six weeks or so, and moved into Kamilla’s bigger room (where she was no longer staying). And I didn’t pay Blanka rent for those extra months. The Hell with that.

So yeah, eventually I moved elsewhere in the city. Which caused a whole load of other problems.

But, do you know what the final insult with Blanka was? She never sold the flat. She basically just got me to leave, after Kamilla did, because she couldn’t be bothered dealing with the broken boiler, the shitty smells with the piping, or the shower that didn’t work, because she had her own life in Italy.

I know that she didn’t sell it, because, fastforward a few months in the following Autumn, this property had been put up for rent on Justice Street, Aberdeen, by Blanka. She had posted it on the Facebook ‘looking for places’ page thing.

That was pretty crummy of her, I thought.

But, Hell. I live in Edinburgh now. Fat chance I’m ever going back to Aberdeen.

Despite all this, Blanka was not the worst landlady/landlord. I know people who have way worse stories with landlords. People getting kicked out of the property when they’re trying to study, or, having their rent hiked up out of the blue when they can’t afford it. I’ve never understood why landlords, in these cases, can’t sympathise with the people who are living in the place.

People need a roof over their heads. And to just rip it away from them is pretty scandalous.

[lennonhead]

TOTK spoiler thoughts so far

did they frontload the best dungeon? A friend says that the Gerudo one is great and I saved it for last because... I got stuck figuring out how to get to the temple gjdgsfd but yeah. Fire Temple was good, Water Temple was unfortunate but BECAUSE it didn't live up to my fear of what they could do with a physics based Water Temple. I mean, think about it... Imagine Great Bay Temple but YOU make the machines. they even have the ice arrow platform thing, I'm surprised they didn't make use of it, because the Fire Temple involved temporary platforms. I feel like being able to do the dungeons in any order damaged any sense of progression as one cannot be much more difficult than another if you assume any of them could be a player's first dungeon

Tulin is also the best companion. everyone get out of here you're cluttering the screen and doing nothing! my boy here gets headshots regularly, come back when you are up to his standards

I appreciate how my skillset is highly based around elemental arrow puzzles and shooting things in the eye and I can make use of this knowledge and it works how I think it should, while someone out there with an engineering degree can come up with a totally different solution to a puzzle

Aerial dogfighting scares me. that's real adrenaline rush right there. the miniboss before the Fire Temple had me reeling

pro tip: put the horns of elemental Lizalfos on spears. they each have their own uses but ice spears in particular just wreck everything. of course, I am usually a spear user... Lizalfos tails on a spear also increase your range

I haven't yet found the backless dress I have seen mentioned on Twitter. but I do have the Fierce Deity outfit and am wearing it constantly

I also own very stupid glowing trousers. they don't even help in the Depths because the very slight glow on you actually makes the darkness surrounding you look even worse. I love them

I love to see Phantom Ganon. Triumphant return

I love all the returning enemies and concepts actually. BOTW was based on the first Zelda game, but they've pulled together even more from the N64 games and Wind Waker and it's somehow seamless. like, it's all in such new contexts but totally works

absolutely minor but I like the veins of ore or rock. I enjoy going ham on them and breaking two hammers in the process

stop giving me claymores, game! I don't like them! I got the Biggoron's Sword recently and my god where is the weapon save/display thing like at Link's house in BOTW, I don't want to hurt any unique item

I made a dune buggy and I feel really proud of it. that's it

the mayoral election quest in Hateno was so cute. I love Cece also. I hope you can get the funky outfits her aficionados wear

they didn't kill the Sidlink ship, you are all just weaklings. what about the WARRIOR'S BOND???

Gerudo military management was fun. and I like helping hardened soldiers with social anxiety

sorry this is all over the place but basically I like all the various problems that have plagued the races. they all feel really serious and the way the atmosphere changes in the towns is great

GIVE IT UP FOR THE GORON GOURMAND!!!! NEVER THOUGHT I WOULD SEE A FANCY GENTLEMAN GORON. I SUPPORT HIM SO MUCH

also, can't believe we have an answer as to where Gorons come from

putting a laser on your shield is not as strong as you might think. however, I also have a mirror shield and solved a puzzle with it

I have been looping the Colgera boss theme for days it's the best song in the game so far

[demonpoxballad]

The Last Name - Chapter Ten

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Word Count: ~2.4k

Summary: There’s one more name from the past bouncing around Bucky’s head. One more scribble ripped from the pages of Steve’s old book. One more person to make amends with. Except this one is different: he can’t remember doing anything wrong. No murdering or enabling of evil plans. No threats or political conquests. In fact, Bucky can’t remember much of her at all.

Warnings: heavy violence and injuries, the Winter Soldier (assassinations), swearing, implied past stucky

Series Masterlist

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hey! some of the imagery in this is kind of funky so enjoy that lmao, also bisexual bucky has my whole heart <3

Prague, present-day:

Hi. I’m hoping it’s you reading this.

Bucky sobbed, a choked whimper echoing around the room.

I did my research, and no one else who remembers this place should be alive. It’s supposed to be in real estate limbo as well, so hopefully no chance of new occupants throwing this away. It’s an important letter, although I’m sure you probably understand that already.

The thing is: I think it’s best if you remember what happened chronologically. That way, if you can understand all the events in their proper context, maybe you’ll understand some of the things that happened. Some of the things I did to you. I don’t want you to pass judgement on my character before knowing these things.

He turned the paper over to read the other side, his teeth chattering painfully and incessantly.

I’d tell you myself, of course, but I don’t want to. I don’t think I could bear to, even on paper. I’m sorry, really I am. But this is the best I can do right now.

I promise I will tell you where I am, though, because I want nothing more desperately than to see your face, to see your eyes when you’re back as yourself. Besides, I need my knife back, don’t I? I wouldn’t have left it for you if I didn’t want you to bring it with you.

I’ll see you soon.

Bucky read the letter three times over, his thumbs repeatedly smoothing over the paper, but not clutching it too tightly. He was irrationally scared of it disintegrating between his fingertips. Like his hold on this woman could slip and she’d turn to ash. Like a second, much more personally torturous snap.

Elation slowly turned to frustration, his feet shifting around on the floor, brow furrowing. He folded up the piece of paper carefully, following the creases already formed, and slipped it into his pocket, where the scrap of her name still rested. He wrapped the knife up in a spare t-shirt and placed it in his bag. Taking one last look around the apartment, he left swiftly and suddenly, closing the door behind him, listening carefully to the lock catch.

Arriving back on the street below, Bucky didn’t know what to do with himself. Why the hell would she leave him that letter and not tell him where she was, or even where to find that out? He supposed she was right to be careful, but he was also so tired. Bucky was really tired.

After a quick deliberation, he decided to resume his journey over to the café, taking care to step over the loose drain but not halting traffic this time. Clink-clink. He ordered a cappuccino and emptied three sachets of sugar in it, sitting outside to stare at the apartment block across the street. The boarded up window seemed more distinctive now that Bucky knew what lay inside. Like a beacon, cardboard drenched in highlighter yellow, painful to his wilting eyes.

Hi. I’m hoping it’s you reading this.

He thought about her hand-writing him a letter, having faith that he’d eventually remember and seek to come home to her. There were no crossed out words or messy blots. Did she write out it several times? Crafting the words, throwing crumpled balls of paper away until the perfect draft? Bucky felt like his head was swelling under the pressure of it all. A bee buzzed loudly in his ear and he swatted it away.

The thing is: I think it’s best if you remember what happened chronologically.

Nothing was even remotely chronological in Bucky’s mind. It was all fits and starts, ebbs and flows. Nothing solid or concrete, disappearing like nonsensical dreams, sand between his fingers. He let his coffee cup clatter into its saucer before it shattered; there were already cracks forming around the rim from his tight grip. He imagined his skull fragmenting under the same force, grey matter spilling from his ears and nose, pooling on the pavement below.

I don’t want you to pass judgement on my character before knowing these things.

Bucky thought about her witnessing him at his worst, in the very depths of his violent history, and then deciding that he would judge her for whatever she had done. Maybe she really had done something terrible, but he pondered that thought without any sort of real conviction. Bucky had a feeling about her, and he didn’t care much whether that was inspired by very real but suppressed memories, or some sort of intuitive evaluation of her character. Perhaps both.

Besides, I need my knife back, don’t I? I wouldn’t have left it for you if I didn’t want you to bring it with you.

He rifled in the bag a little and uncovered the knife handle, running his finger around the gold groove at one end. “What the fuck,” he muttered to himself. Sighing and wiggling his hand further inside the bag, he found some coins in a small pouch and set them down on the table, zipping the bag and walking away. Bucky needed a stress-walk.

He marched around aimlessly until the sun had set and he couldn’t walk fast enough to warm himself up. All in all, he felt really fucking stupid, and that feeling didn’t subside no matter how many circles he strode around the river. In the middle of the Charles Bridge, just as the jazz band were packing up their instruments, snow starting to fall slow and light, he realised he’d have to find somewhere to stay. He hadn’t booked anywhere yet, optimistically assuming his trip would be a simple twenty-four hour run-around-cum-identity-fragment-retrieval.

He ventured further into the city centre, eyeing beautiful buildings and fancying himself inclined to walk inside. Maybe he’d order the nicest room available, wink at the receptionist and enjoy their bashful response. Bucky did have money, then – plenty of it, something he was only just becoming accustomed to. He was starting to be able to enjoy it in the way that only someone who had grown up during economic depression and war, and then experienced substantial loss of autonomy for seventy-odd years could. He walked across the Old Town Square again, dodging enthusiastic but ultimately unpersuasive hosts, a few streets over to a hotel he’d spotted earlier. The entrance had revolving doors, and the lobby was marble-and-velvet-clad. Bucky didn’t order the best room, and he didn’t wink at anybody (though the receptionist was handsome), but he still felt frivolous as he walked along the hallways, key card in hand. He thought about the time when he and Steve were young, and had saved up enough cents between them to buy tickets to Coney Island and some hard candy at the truck shop there. Or when they’d got their first jobs and Bucky had convinced Steve to go out on their first double date. Sally-Anne and Cathie. Soft giggles and sweet hands on elbows. Hot sticky evenings and kisses at the doorway, pretending her lips were his.

Bucky took the elevator, turning away from the mirror to stare at the doors instead. When he got into the room he didn’t turn the lights on, preferring to open the curtains and French doors wide, gaining a view of warm yellow windows littering the horizon, terracotta rooftops melted chocolatey brown, clock towers shadowed against a tangerine sky. He leant against iron-cast railings, icy and slick, and took ten deep breaths. In, hold . . . release. In . . .

He thought about Dr. Raynor, and how she’d probably laugh at him now, melodramatically using therapy techniques on a fancy hotel balcony. He had refused to take any deep breaths at all during their sessions.

Later, having closed the doors and turned on the lights, Bucky lay against a burgundy chaise longue, twirling the ornate knife in his hands. He still felt uneasy. He’d tried the four poster bed and it was definitely too soft. A glance in the bathroom and it was cold and sharp, all white tiles and more marble. There were intricate gold patterns trimming all the walls, giving him a severe case of déjà vu. He felt uneasy. His knee bouncing, fingers tapping, blade dancing around. Bucky was reclined but high strung, tense. He needed to do something, maybe even to break something. He felt uneasy.

The blade was flying from his hand before he let himself think too much about it. Sitting up swiftly, he rotated his body with force, metal shoulder whirring as it worked. The throw was clumsy, though, Bucky’s hand not used to the peculiar weighting, an unusual balance between handle and blade. Too much spin. Or maybe not enough. And so the knife slammed handle first into the wall opposite, forming a dent and a racket, enamel shattering into pieces on the carpet. The blade fell quickly but oh –

Oh – a pale cylinder, airy and light, fluttering slowly to the ground. Bucky’s heart followed suite, wriggling at the soles of his feet, fighting to escape from between his toes.

“Fuck,” he muttered, marching across the room.

Picking up the item, it was a piece of rolled-up card, and smoothing it flat revealed a postcard.

A knock at the door. “Sir? Everything okay?”

“Fuck.” Kicking the mess against the wall, Bucky opened the door, blocking the hotel room as best he could with his body. The hotel attendant looked concerned. “Hi. Sorry about the noise,” Bucky told him, a practiced but still unnatural-looking smile on his face.

The man was a nosy little thing, peering over Bucky’s shoulder, trying to get an eyeful of the damaged wall. “Can I . . . call anyone? For you?”

Bucky narrowed his eyes. “Who do you want to call?”

“SHIELD, maybe.”

Bucky scoffed, shaking his head.

The man continued. “Word has it you’ve been here before, Mr. Barnes.”

“Yes, I have been in Prague before - ”

“No. I mean here. You’ve been in this hotel before.”

“Look, I don’t know what you want from me, here. Call SHIELD; call Captain-fucking-America to come and save you from the crazy guy, or whatever. I don’t give a shit.”

“Sir - ”

“I’ll clean it up, okay? I’m sorry. I’ll clean it up and pay for the damages, I just, I need . . . I really need to go.” Bucky started closing the door, firmly pressing it against the man and forcing him out.

“Sir?!” He tried wedging his black leather loafer between the door and the frame. The shoe was pointed at the end, with two tassels fringing the tongue.

“Sorry. Excuse me,” Bucky laughed, shaking his head, kicking the man’s foot out of the way, relishing in the crumpled toe, creased leather, slamming the door shut.

He looked back down to the postcard. Welcome to the Lakelands! was printed on the front, a sunny archipelago beaming in the background.

And on the back, coordinates: 61.336941, 27.986585.

The man was still standing outside the door by the time Bucky had gathered all his things, all the knife pieces wrapped in a t-shirt again. “Where are you going?” he asked, trying to shuffle into Bucky’s way.

Bucky promptly dodged him, large strides carrying him quickly down the hallway. “Finland. I’m going to Finland.”

“We still have all your credit card details!”

“Yeah, whatever,” Bucky called back over his shoulder, and then murmuring to himself: “Take what you want. See if I care.”

***

Stood on pebbled beach, cool breeze ruffling his hair, Bucky stared out at the ocean stretching wide, his focus on the small island in front. It was more like a large rock, really, trees covering most of the area. It looked completely deserted, but Bucky didn’t need to check the coordinates to know it was hers. It seemed exactly the place she would choose, dense conifers whispering, promising to keep her hidden, promising to keep her safe.

He’d been able to get a ferry from the mainland over to the larger islands, and then hitchhiked over on a fishing boat, but there was no such transport available for the smaller island. The fisher had point-blank refused to take him there, muttering under his breath about the crazy, scary woman that lived there. No small boat hires, either. He had seen one dingy just around the corner, a rock face forming a tiny makeshift harbour there, with a massive mushroom-shaped hunk of iron for mooring. There was no one around to stop him, either, if he just took the boat. It was very early morning, Bucky having travelled all night, first to Berlin, and then to Lappeenranta, and this island was still sleepy and quiet.

He scrambled around the rock to the boat, untying the rope and hopping inside, trying his best not to stumble over weak legs. There was a key ignition, and so Bucky had to hotwire the boat, promising himself he’d return it right after he was done. He was only borrowing.

Speeding over to the island, his heart felt too large and imposing inside his chest. Like maybe it would be the end of him. The wind was catching in his throat and making it difficult to breathe, but he didn’t want to slow down. He really didn’t want to slow down. Circling around to the right of the island, he carried on until a clearing came into view, revealing a small wooden cabin, colourful meadow flourishing at its feet. Tears were streaming down his cheeks, and he didn’t know whether it was from the speed of the boat or not.

Because there was the cabin, and crouched round the front was a figure, head bent, like they were inspecting the ground. Or gathering flowers. She was gathering flowers.

Bucky found a nook to moor the boat in, and he killed the engine, fingers fumbling, and realised he was whining, low and noisy, but didn’t care to stop. He didn’t care at all. Scrambling up the rocks and over the hill, tripping over and over again, fingers clutching at the ground, earth caking his fingernails, she was there.

She was there, and she was watching him as he arrived, still crouched to the ground. The moment when she recognised his face, yellow flowers fell from her hand where they had been grasped, and her face split wide open, a quiet wail seizing it, lips trembling as she spoke. “Bucky?”

“Um.” He paused some distance away from her, swaying in the breeze. “Hi.”

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[tciddaemina]

for the sake of transparency

some of you may have noticed that there’s something a bit funky going on in the comment section of keep it simple, one of my one piece/naruto crossovers featuring zoro/kisame as the main pairing, so i thought i’d explain just to preemptively set the record straight. for context, this is a slash fic, and one thats very clearly tagged, listing both the M/M pairing and who the main pairing is as explicitly as the tagging system allows. i literally could not be more obvious if i tried.

and a while ago, in July, an anonymous user left this comment on my fic

which sort of pissed me off. to clarify - i do not give a single honest fuck about what other people decide to do in regards to their headcanons, ships, whatever. ship wars are a waste of time and i literally could not care less. if you think zoro is straight, all the more power to you, that’s a valid interpretation and i respect your opinion. but that only works if you respect that i may also choose to have a different interpretation, one that is equally as valid. this is my fic, that i am writing, and i can choose to write it however i want. that is what fanfiction is about. 

the level of entitlement in this comment alone is offensive, this idea that you can dictate what others create or that there is only one acceptable correct way of looking a character or pairing emblematic of some of the worst of fandoms current mentalities. 

if this guy didn’t like it they had entirely the choice to shrug and say ‘hey thats not for me’ and keep going, but they didn’t. and its on chapter 1 as well, when the fic was several chapters in, so it wasn’t like this guy skimmed over the tags by accident, got all the way in and was like ???wait gay??? and then decided to whine about it. no, all i can assume is that they were scrolling, saw the pairing and decided click in solely for the purpose of leaving a shitty little comment. 

(also like. can we just acknowledge what a whack fucking suggestion this is? i chose to write zoro and kisame because they can be put together in a very fun and intense dynamic revolving around swords and bloodlust, that is why i wrote the fic. i honestly cannot tell if this dude just wanted me to what? rewrite the fic altogether with franky in zoro’s place? or just like, stop writing and go write franky/kisame instead? (i can only assume they think franky is gay because he’s sort of camp and more stereotypically gay, which is sort of offensive in its own right but go off.) either way its a very weird thing to order someone to do. 

also please, franky/robin all the way. this is my own opinion mind, but damn if franky isn’t the straightest fucking person in the straw hats. again, my own opinion). 

but anyway the comment fucked me off enough that i decided to be pretty and reply like this:

(this is not my art, but rather is an amazing piece by tumblr user cranity, found here. they have an amazing art style, for all that i found this image by it literally being the first franky/robin fanart in the results when i did a tumblr search. i essentially just shared the image in the form of a comment)

i’m more bemused by the whole thing than anything, as the discord server can attest, so apart from some initial confusion i just shrug and move on with my life. it earns a good laugh in the server if nothing else, so that’s good enough. there is no reply, and i honestly wouldn't care if there never was one

except whoo, anon is not done with me yet, because several weeks later i receive these. (sorry about the darkness of the images, my phone was on a light filter when i look the screenshots. also, i’d like to note that usually i would crop the persons name when discussing a story like this, but i want you guys to be able to see for yourself they’re the source of the emails)

what you’re seeing here is like a dozen spam replies and comments all by that same anon. the actual content of the comments was a bunch of links, as the anon tried to reply to my image with some of their own (Robin/Zoro frank art, to be precise, presumable to ha, pwned you). except that that is not how uploading images to AO3 works, you need to go through some specific html code for that, which means what this guy sent was only a bunch of links. 

links which AO3 then ate. like a GC, AO3 recognized that hmm, if someone is sending dozens of comments in quick succession its probably not a real comment but rather an attempt at spam and bullying, and so AO3 ate the comments. i still got the notifications in my inbox, but when i went to the fic itself the comments didn’t exist. 

and at this point i’m just like 🤣🤣🤣🤣 because not only has this person just failed to spam me, but they also fucked up how they tried to do it and couldn’t get the images to work anyway. rip my guy. 

the comments never existed, so i don’t bother to reply. honestly this is just an ongoing source of fun amusement for the discord server at this point so i’m just bemusedly waiting to see things will continue to unfold. 

and behold, another several weeks later, my inbox looks like this:

ya boy the anon is back and at it again, except last time they obviously got frustrated by the fact that their images were only coming through as links because they learned the html! (and wow, i love accidentally trolling someone into learning a useful new skill)

so what i receive in my inbox are essentially a bunch of comment replies that all look like this, featuring various zoro/robin fanart, presumable to prove to me the error of my ways in showing how utterly not gay zoro is. because man, this is really going to make me repent and show me how wrong i was. 

except that wow, haha, anon still fucked it up because they sent a dozen of these and AO3 was like spam? and ate the whole lot of the again. which is how we get to the most recent interaction, now several weeks later again. having presumably seen that gasp, their spam has mysteriously vanished, they then leave this comment:

which honestly just makes me laugh. i’m not going to comment on their writing, because maybe english isn’t their first language and that’s not something i’m going to make fun of someone for, but man the rest is up for grabs. again, they are ordering me to switch the main pairing insisting in tears Zoro!Isn’t!Gay! and that since they said to stop i have to stop. because the word of some random fucko really is what governs all my writing choices, and how dare i not obey. forgetting not the little postscript, as if to remind me of the superior ship, as if they haven’t tried to repeatedly flood my inbox and comments already with just that. 

again, it would be perfectly possible for this person to just ... walk away and never have to see this fic again. they could just not read it, not look at it, not engage, and go back to reading whatever het fic they prefer. they’re the one seeking this story out specifically to harass its author, outraged that someone in the world might have a perspective and opinion even lightly different than their own. nobody is going to stop making robin/zoro content because my fic exists, it literally impacts nothing and no one.

this is my reply:

so far there’s been no reply, but no doubt there will be one. i just wanted to lay the whole thing out here for the sake of transparency and as an explanation for whoever might be seeing the comments and wondering what the hell is going on. 

i’m going to say it again, but i could not give less of a fuck about ship wars and how other people choose to headcanon characters. everyones opinion is exactly as valid. if the harassment continues and gets truly annoying, i’ll just put on comment moderation and switch the fic to only being visible to AO3 users. if they try to go after any my other works, i’ll just move the whole lot to being user-only, and if they still want to try spam me using an actual account i’ll just block them. 

i do not care. this has no impact on my life, and while it would be sad that some non-user readers can’t access my fics, if that’s what has to happen then fine. 

and so to RDemon, if you somehow find your way here to read this (because at this point I wouldn’t even be surprised) you can keep sending as many messages as you want and it isn’t going to change anything. your comments don’t make me angry, they don’t hurt me, they’re a minor inconvenience at most and have brought far more amusement as the topic of entertainment in the discord server than they ever have caused strife. it is honestly hilarious, watching someone get so worked up into a frothing rage trying to fight with me about something i could not care about less, and every message you send only makes me spitefully want to write Zoro getting absolutely railed by Kisame in the filthiest and most explicit way possible even more. 

so cheers, RDemon, you’ve been a fun source of entertainment. know that we are very much laughing at you, and when i write the gayest Zoro smut i’m going to dedicate it to you