#and a victim of her hair stylist too

[my-wildflwr]

I feel sorry for Millie Bobby brown cause she’s just a victim of her stylist I want to hug her

[yuamin]

ORORUN REDRAW GUIDE !

i think we’ve all seen the atrocity that is genshin’s unreleased character, ororun. the entirety of natlan is a mess really, but as a yoruba person myself i CANNOT keep quiet about ororun specifically.

outside yoruba mythology, in yoruba, ‘Olorun’ (the name ororun is based on, pronounced o-law-roon , with o pronounced as in orange and the ‘roon’ pronounced shortly, not dragged on at all) is actually the same word we often use to refer to God in Christianity. Christianity is the primary religion among us yorubas so honestly, i was kinda glad they misspelled his name. it would feel SO disrespectful referring to whatever that thing is with the same word we use to refer to God who we actually worship. religion aside, genshin’s depiction of Olorun (cultural god, not Christian one) is downright disgusting. i’d never paid too much attention to genshin and its poor representation, but now that my culture has fallen victim to it, i completely understand all the outrage.

edit: please note that while we use ‘Olorun’ to refer to the Christian God, Olorun is just a general word for ‘god’ itself ! for example if i say “God in heaven” and “god of thunder” we know i’m referring to two different beings, in yoruba it’s the kind of the same—the same word is used to refer to both the Christian and other gods, but we know it’s different, even though olorun can be capitalized regardless of what god we’re talking about (unlike english where the Christian God is capitalized and other gods aren’t) at the end of the day though, when we say “olorun” even without context, we are usually referring to the christian God !

1. PLEASE DO NOT DRAW HIM WITH ANIMAL EARS !

i’ve noticed that hoyoverse has this nasty habit of portraying every dark skinned character as wild or animal-esque. kaeya seems to be the only exception to this. even xinyan, though lacking any animal features, has this wild energy to her. some might call it a stretch, but i feel like her features are pretty feline in comparison to other liyue characters.

Olorun in our culture is the supreme god of the heavens. In my opinion, it is disrespectful to liken him to something akin to an animal. normally i wouldn’t even mind that much, but with how hoyo makes its few dark characters more and more like animals, i can’t help but feel weird about it. its really off putting.

2. HIS HAIR WOULD NOT BE CURLY !

majority of nigerians have 4C HAIR. not wavy hair or loose curls. some have 4B, but 4C is the usual here, that is, kinky or coily hair. Olorun is often portrayed as bald in traditional art, but trust me if he had hair his hair would resemble his people’s, not Tyla’s.

DREADLOCKS ARE A YES ! outside nigeria, locking hair is pretty common, but in nigeria a lot of people have locks naturally. our hair sometimes just grows out that way, no treatment no nothing. dreads are 100% an appropriate style, they look good asf too.

3. PLEASE USE CULTURAL FABRICS IN YOUR DESIGNS !

when i saw ororun’s outfit, i almost started crying. they couldn’t even bother to dress him up a little. they really dressed my brother in a scarf and cape and called it a day 😭 upon how fashionable we nigerians are know to be, hoyoverse still made it their mission to embarrass us stylistically. God knows my people have suffered man 😭

ankara is a traditional nigerian fabric that features bright colors and lots of patterned designs. see below:

here in 9ja, we love our ankara. it’s a big part of our fashion here and trust me it would look excellent in your designs. it’s perfectly fine to draw ororun in normal fabrics since he’s a deity and it’s not like ankara existed back then, but if you really want to represent nigeria, ankara is a must 🙏

i’m going to address another fashion piece because if you search up nigerian fashion you’ll see it a lot: beads.

these orange beads are igbo (another tribe here in nigeria) NOT yoruba. does this mean you can’t use it in olorun’s design ? no ! let me explain. tbh, here in nigeria there’s a bit of...tension between clans. it’s not that common, but older people are definitely a lot more tribalist. as a yoruba i love my igbo brothers and sisters, i truly believe they’re the most fashionable clan and i adore their festivities, they always go over the top. please, just look at them:

(only one image because of image caps, ugh)

anyway, we yorubas wear beads too. but the specific way the beads are worn around the head and in multiple layers round the neck is igbo, not yoruba. though i personally wouldn’t care too much if i saw olorun with igbo beads since all i want is for him to at least look nigerian, at the end of the day he is a yoruba deity. it might be disrespectful to dress the god of one clan as if he belongs to another, especially since there is so much historical ( and very slight but uncommon present ) day tension between both clans.

here’s a more yoruba outfit. sorry yall, it might be hard for you to distinguish if you’re not yoruba or igbo, but a lot of nigerians can tell the difference at a glance. ( actually nowadays, there is so much overlap between yoruba and igbo fashion, but there are many specific styles that may be associated with one tribe and not the other, for example how beads are worn in the above paragraph ) please do your research, he’s not only a nigerian god, but a yoruba one.

one more thing, because i know it will start discourse : skin tone.

nigerians have a very diverse range of skin tones. some of us are so pale, if not for our afrocentric features we could maybe pass for another race. however, ororun is yoruba.

light skinned nigerians are usually igbo. not to say that yorubas can’t be light skin, but here in nigeria if you saw a light skinned person, we’d automatically assume they were igbo. igbo people usually have lighter skin tones. majority of yorubas fall on the more milk to dark chocolate end of the skin tone spectrum. i’m saying this now because i know a lot of people are going to start arguments over ororun being redrawn as ‘too light’ or ‘too dark.’ i don’t really care about complexion, but i thought i’d help you all get your facts right.

that’s it ! if you read all this i’m super thankful. i don’t usually post about this kind of stuff but i honestly love my country and could go on about it for days. nigeria is such a beautiful place with a diverse range of cultures— from hausas to fulanis to so many more. natlan was supposed to be Africa’s time to shine, as well as latin americans, but hoyoverse said fuck you and your people. they did this to an extent with sumeru but natlan was done straight up dirty—not a single melanated character in sight, and the only one who does have melanin, iansan, looks so desaturated you might as well call her grey. i saw someone on tiktok call mualani a dark skinned character—it was at that point that i knew genshin was done for.

please REBLOG this post so it reaches more people and artists in the fandom !! this is literally the third time i’m making this post because tumblr refuses to show it in the tags for some reason 😭 i encourage other cultures who feel misrepresented to make posts like this too. it’s a perfect opportunity to educate and inform people about the diverse cultures genshin has once again failed to represent properly.

Hoyo has never been one to make customer satisfaction their top priority, but we’ve been able to call them out before and i truly believe we can do it again. Natlan is not poor design choice. it is blatant racism, a nation based on POC ethnicities with not a single colored character insight. Hoyoverse has been able to escape racism accusations for as long as i can remember, but natlan is the icing on the cake. we CANNOT allow hoyo to proceed as planned without giving them the appropriate backlash.

Also, if you redraw ororun using this guide, make sure to tag me here or on my main blog, @heartkaji !! i’d love to see all your redesigns. once again, thank you all for reading and have an amazing day !!

[carylmeanslove]

It’s okay if you don’t want to share this, as it may cause unwelcome discussion…

I agree with what you said about A.

However, another reason why I don’t like her and will not support her is because I just know that like her family, she is also a Zionist. There, I said it! Her dad is a raging Zionist, and I know people can argue that she’s not her father, but come on! A relative of hers manages a hotel that give big discounts to Israelis as if they are the victims.

That’s is why I also feel (my theory) that Nic’s follow felt forced and a pity follow.

In my opinion, women supporting women only applies if that woman deserves it.

Now, IF Luke is still seriously connected to her romantically, I would quietly drop my support to him and just move on.

Ps. I am just stating my opinion here but I will never go to her social media accounts to comment hate on her there… I have better things to do… let’s just ignore her… I just want to share my sentiment because I don’t like it when people try to give her grace. lol 🫣🫣🫣

I decided to share. People can discuss this if they want in the comments. I will monitor the comments though. I don't want it to get too out of hand.

Anyway...I too, don't & would never go to her accounts to say how I feel, but I am not so sure she isn't secretly amongst us. We have hard evidence of her having created fake accounts in the summer. I'm convinced that hasn't stopped. We also have proof that she knew the girl that took the pap pictures in Sorrento, even looked at the camera in one of the pictures being taken. My intuition strongly tells me she was definitely behind it as well as behind the post-London premiere pap pictures too. I still laugh at her trying to grab his hand, only for him to run ahead & her almost falling in the process. That last shot is my favorite. It would have served her right had she fallen.

She gives off the aura of being sneaky, underhanded & a liar to name only a few. Since all of her posts & stories that insinuate that she was with Luke (& dating him) after Sorrento have been discovered to be untruthful in some way or another. Every single one of them. We have evidence of the LA pictures in March 2024 were recreated, not of them alone together as she would like us to believe. That trip in LA was a group trip we have proof of there being British accents (more than one) in the background of an interview & people saw that she was with friends at the beach & Luke wasn't there... It's apparent there is ALWAYS a stratagem going on by A when it comes to Luke.

Then there was the summer they were never alone. She was always part of his friend group outings, never alone. Milan for example they were with his team, which was to me obviously a perk as part of the DNA obligation, a trip to Milan is a definitely a perk. Again, Luke having a horrible time (when isn't he when with A?) having a panic attack (I'm glad that Holly was there to help him, because little miss 'It's all about me' was too busy getting in her camera time.)

There was even the bit it was discovered that R & S hired A so she could go to the GQ Heroes event. She had to be lumped together with the help for the event, which is what R/S were. They were photographer/videographer people for that event. It so reminds me of A's look for the BOSS event. Luke could have gotten his stylist to doll her up. Get her hair, makeup done & gotten her a high-end designer dress to wear. But no, she isn't important enough to him for that, just like at the GQ Heroes event. She wasn't important enough to Luke not to allow her to look desperate enough having to get into the event that way. If she were truly important to him, he wouldn't have let her be in any pictures or video, because it could be figured out how she got to get in. Such a pathetic show of desperation, but desperate times calls for desperate measures, right A? It makes sense/it tracks with her being a thorn in Luke's side.

Then we have poor Luke looking miserable around her at the BOSS event with his "Let's get this done" this after A looked pissed when he swatted her hand away & pushed her ahead. He is obviously being forced into being around her. We have the evidence that is due to the aforementioned NDA. We have a person on this ship that is an expert in NDAs & everything lines up & keeps getting backed up. What we keep expecting to happen keeps happening. Patterns keep patterning. I'm telling you; we cracked the code. I am confident in this.

Anyway, back to poor Luke looking miserable. Anyone who thinks A should be given grace just doesn't give a crap about Luke & what he must be going through. What both Luke & Nicola are going through. We have evidence that our beloved couple might have hard launch by now if it wasn't for A most likely complaining of terms of the DNA not being met. Only a lowest of the low person would treat a lovely couple like Luke & Nicola like this girl does. She is so cruel to be dragging out the DNA obligations. She must know we can see it's a ruse, a farce. She truly thinks she can treat people the way she has & be successful? I blame her parents for the kind of person she is, which is sad. I sometime think there should be a law where people are required to take parenting classes & be mentally evaluated before they are even allowed to have children, because horrible parenting can create horrible human beings. *Sarcasm activated* Her parents must be very proud.

Well, I know someone who will have a final say in this matter, eventually. Her name is Karma. Karma has ALL the receipts & A will have to pay.

ETA: I saw a comment that was then deleted that was saying they agreed with Anon that Nicola's follow of A was legit on good terms.

My answer to that commentor: Anon said 'women supporting women only applies if that woman deserves it.' & 'Nicola's follow felt forced' A's horrible actions that we have loads of evidence to back up proves she doesn't deserve it & Nicola's follow did indeed feel forced. And Guess what? Those of us that understand about the DNA saw the follow coming. Like I said patterns keep patterning. It was smart that you deleted your comment after realizing you misunderstood Anon's message.

[librarian-computer]

I’ve had something stuck in my for a long time and I’m finally going to do it. Fazbear and the Creator has taken up a lot of this region of the country (whatever area tSaMs takes place). Almost everything is animatronics, and humans are on the bottom of the food chain.

What brought this au on? Listening to music ofc

So every member in the family has spiraled in some way and are all serial killers in their own right and murder any humans they can, whether it’s in sight or they play with the human.

Naming off some ones I have so far:

Nexus. Mad scientist, blatant murderer, uses technological weapons.

Moon. Regular scientist, subtle, poisons victims or uses chloroform and murders them then to make as less of a mess as possible

Sun. Daycare attendant, very subtle, refuses to kill children, will murder adults- but never in front of children- murders in secret

Lunar. Candy shop, executor, will have human sacrifices brought to him for him to electrocute until death.

Earth. Salon, blatant murderer, hair stylist that will listen to you yap but if you annoy her she’ll use her scissors to lodge them into your skull. She gets annoyed easily.

Ruin. Theatre, fruity performer that will have volunteers come up onto the stage for a ‘play’ and murder them in front of the audience. Uses a Kris dagger to murder.

Eclipse. Rogue, he prefers to constantly move and never stays in one place, murders in secret. Drags victims off of the street into secluded alleyways and will murder them there. Will use knives of all kinds.

Jack and Dazzle. Scouts. The only two that will not murder. Jack will if necessary and if necessary only. Jack will use his dagger hands.

Glamrocks. Respective jobs to due with instruments, doesn’t murder often, but Monty has murdered the most out of the four. Murders with teeth and claws.

Sunny, Solar’s Sun. Attraction at a haunted house, won’t kill but will lead victims to Moonrise to be killed.

Moonrise, Solar’s Moon. Attraction at haunted house, blatant murderer, murders anyone lead to him by Sunny. He will murder using his teeth and claws

Solar. Butcher. Blatant murderer+cannibal, will try to feed someone human meat, will jump the counter and chop you to pieces. His basement is filled with hanging meats of all kinds, the freezer empty including human meat. Some fresh, non skinned and diced human carcasses will hang on ropes from the ceiling as well. He will use a chainsaw, butchers knife, or a two tonged pitchfork. Hide your kids, he eats them too.

Killcode. Blatant murderer, he just roams around murdering anyone in the streets. Tall murder machine with big and sharp teeth and Edward scissor hand ahh claws.

Bloodmoon. Blatant murderers, they are hitmen that will murder other humans for humans. But you must wear something red for them to even consider you a client. So if you want to kill someone specifically, wear a red shirt :) they have claws and teeth.

Probably a couple of ocs.

Still working on the structure. But I think I’ve got the basic stuff

Let me know if y’all are interested in seeing something for it :)

[m4dd1smuse]

dating pietro maximoff headcanons bc i said so

fem!avenger!reader x pietro maximoff

warnings: some smutty thoughts but nothing too explicit, swears.

when you joined the team this motherfucker was on you like a FLY

you were never really able to get away from him besides like sleeping (AND THATS BEFORE YOU DATE OFFICIALLY😭)

he def channels his inner james potter and does dramatic ass pranks and makes really stupid jokes to impress you

he’s so open about his care for you its so cute

anyway you start dating yada yada

he absolutely LOVES to piss people off

it’s a known fact

you are no exception to this, in fact you’re his main victim

he’ll zoom around you in circles, tickle you so fast you think you might actually die, poke you until you almost snap his finger in half; the usual shit you’d expect

but if you happen to get genuinely upset by whatever dumb shit he does, it comes in handy that he’s observant as hell when it comes to you (not that he’d ever admit it), and will stop immediately to coddle you

but anyone else can “go fuck themselves”😭

if you think you know someone whose big on PDA make room for #1 because this bitch LOVES it omg

makeouts in public

shameless groping

overly long hugs

hands have been on you 24/7

JEALOUS AND POSSESSIVE AS FUCK.

oh my god don’t even let me THINK about this man being jealous i can’t

he’d push all of his body weight against your back, smothering you with affection and mild hostility; probably sighing dramatically and kissing whatever part of you he can reach

the person definitely gets effected by this eventually, either taking the hint or taking the punch LMAO

on missions he’s SO protective

bro forgets you’re on the team for a reason and can handle yourself

he loves the feeling of protecting you, he feels like it makes up for all the bad he’s done

he leaves water on the sink edge after he washes his hands and then laughs in your face when you complain

his love language is definitely physical touch but a close second is words of affirmation😭 it’s cute how he looks to you for validation when he does literally anything

he put his dishes in the sink AND rinsed them off? you’re so proud!

he killed some villain? even more proud!

he def tried to “teach you” Sokovian but ended up just making you say some stupid shit LMAOO

now you fact check everything he says

he loves but hates the fact that you’re besties w Wanda

bc he wants her to approve

but also

he had u first

and he has an issue w sharing you, especially with her since they’ve shared almost everything

unrelated!!

if it wasn’t obvious he has a praise kink

he’s definitely more on the dominant side but he has no issue letting you take control and having your way SOMETIMES

as i said, he’s more a fan of making you into a hot mess

he loves cumming on you or in you

hickeys hickeys hickeys

marking you as his in whatever way he can is what gets his gears grinding

angry sex after an argument?? his fav, your worst nightmare the next day!

on the topic, he can be kind of explosive when it comes to arguing. i don’t think he’d use your past against you, but lets be fr he’s really good at manipulating situations into ways he wants them to be

a cat person through and through — you WILL be adopting every cat he sees

sex in the work out room LMAO

HE WOULD USE YOU AS A WEIGHT.

like a bench press omg

moaning rn

sorry

anyway

literally a golden retriever bf

he’d try to write you love notes but a quarter of the words are spelt wrong because english is his second language and he’s not completely fluent yet :,)

UGH MY HEART HURTS

OH AND if you ever wanna dye your hair he demands you come to him instead of a hairdresser bc our sassy king has an alter ego hair stylist!

thats it for my not humble king🙏

requests are open:)

[mirkwoodshewolf]

The dad who stepped up; John Wick x oc teen

*Author's note*

Okay so this is the first update in what feels like forever. Now that I'm on winter break and away from home I can start to feel the creative juices flowing. I might also post up some other stuff that I've had saved but didn't feel confident in posting before as some christmas gifts for you all.

But this oneshot (possibly might turn this into a series but only AFTER I've seen all the John Wick films. I've seen bits and pieces on youtube but never all the way through *dodges flying objects*) So just to put in prespective this is a prologue before the first film. Like the five years John has once he retires. But I wanna see how all of you like this and if anyone wants to see this turned into a series, give me a shoutout below and comment whether you wish to be tagged or not.

Warnings: Fluff, angst, parental abandonment, cancer mentioned.

Taglist:

@jd-johndeacon-or-jackdaniels

@queen-paladin

@waddles03

@plethora-of-things

@psychosupernatural

@remussl0vers

@queensdivas

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If you think being a teenage girl is bad enough, try being the teenage daughter of the infamous Baba Yaga.  Well not blood related but I’ve known John Wick for most of my pre-teen/teenage life.  He was a wild card I never expected coming into mine or my mother’s life, hell men like him only exist in my mom’s Fabio romance novels. 

Even though I would later in life learn of who he truly was, I still can’t help but think back to the days when he first came into our lives.

Age 11

It all started when I had came back from my first summer at Camp Walden.  I had learned about this camp from my best friend and I pleaded with my mom for me to go.  At first she acted like she wasn’t even going to allow me to go but then on the last day of school, she had surprised me with an application of approval and a plane ticket for me to go to Camp Walden.

I spent eight weeks at the all-girls camp learning how to fence, canoe, all the typical fun camp stuff.  Made some new friends and would write letters to my mom every single night (as per her conditions since there wasn’t any cell service up there).

I got off the plane with all my bags and looked around the gate until I caught sight of my mom.  She held out a welcome home sign and when she found me from the load of passengers, she and I raced up to each other and hugged each other tightly.  She picked me up rocking me back and forth kissing me repeatedly.

“Oh I hope you had a lousy time at that camp because I am never sending you there again, I missed you too much!”

“I missed you too mom.”

“Wait did you…..you got your haircut?” when I had went I had pretty long hair and now I come back from camp with my hair up to my shoulders.

“Yeah when we were playing truth or dare, a girl was dared to cut someone’s hair and since I had the longest I was the victim. Luckily for me her mom’s a stylist and she learned from her. Are you mad?”

“I would be but she did something I’ve never been able to make you do since you were little.” We both laughed as she held me close to her again and we began to leave the airport.

“So mom how’s your summer been?”

“Oh the typical single mom empty nester. Watching trash tv and drinking mimosas.” I shook my head at her.  “But I wanna hear more about camp. Eight weeks of not hearing your voice is way too long for me.”

“Yeah it was a lot for me too mom. But it was a lot of fun. I got some pics of some foxes that came by the camp.”

“Ohhh exciting. I know you’ll be adding those to your collection my little fox kit.”

“Yeah. And canoeing is much more difficult than they make it seem on TV. We got tipped over like five times and we didn’t even leave the docks.”

“Awww man, I’m sorry baby.” We threw my stuff into the trunk and I rode in the passenger seat while mom drove us out of the airport parking lot and we headed for home.  “Oh by the way your aunt Chessy just had to be here to see you come home so expect to be smothered by her.”

“Did she bring Sammy?” I asked excitedly.

“You know your aunt. Never leaves home without that dog of hers.” I clapped my hands excitedly.

“Also baby I have surprise to tell you once you get settled in.”

“A surprise? What is it?”

“It’s a surprise and like I said I want you to get settled in first before I tell you what it is. It’s tiring flying from coast to coast non-stop so I want you to take as much time as you need to get settled.” I let out a groan as I sat back in the seat.  When you’re a kid and you hear the word ‘surprise’ you never want to wait for it.  But grownups just love to do that to you.

Before long we finally arrived at the house and mom put the car in park in the driveway and turned the engine off.  I stepped out of the car and looked at my house in relief.  The door was left wide open and I immediately heard barking as Sammy, my aunt’s golden retriever raced out and came over to me.

“Sammy!” he came up and sat down allowing me to hug and kiss him.

“Oh now this fully grown woman can’t be my little Sarah can it!?” I heard aunt Chessy’s voice say as she came out.  I let go of Sammy and ran up to her and she too picked me up just like mom did at the airport.  Spinning me around and rocking me back and forth.  “Oh welcome home baby girl. We missed you soo much! Hey,” she separated our hug and took both my arms in her hands as she continued, “Don’t you dare convince your mom to send you that way again for far too long. You’re lucky I soil you too much otherwise I wouldn’t have extended my stay.”

“I love you too aunt Chessy. Camp was fun but there’s truly no place like home.”

“Amen to that sister. You’re just in time I made cornbread and chili your favorite.”

“Did I just hear cornbread and chili?” mom perked up as she carried my bags over her shoulder.

“Yeah it’s on the stove but Sarah gets the first bowl. And Helen don’t carry all that weight, that’s what I’m here for.” Aunt Chessy grabbed my bags while mom briefly gave her a glare but aunt Chessy gave her a look back.  “C’mon kid, let’s get you inside and well fed.” As we walked back inside with Sammy sticking to mom’s side whimpering and licking her hand, that’s when I began to notice the black mustang also parked in our driveway.

I sat down at my balcony bed while aunt Chessy began unpacking my bags.  I had my bowl of chili with the cornbread inside of it in my lap and I said.

“Hey aunt Chessy, how’d you afford a mustang from the rental car place?”

“Oh I wish I could afford one in real life. But that car doesn’t belong to me.”

“So what did mom get it or something?” I asked.  That’s when we heard my mom giggling.  I turned and looked outside and saw her with a man right out by the pool.  The man was sitting on one of the pool chairs and I could see he had pure black hair, wore sunglasses and a dark t-shirt.  “Who is he?”

“Sarah it’s none of my business how my big sister ruins her life she’s a big girl.” Aunt Chessy said as she began taking out all my dirty clothes.  I set my bowl of chili aside and went up to her and said as I wrapped my arms around her right one.

“C’mon aunt Chessy I need to know. Who is he?” aunt Chessy let out a deep sigh and turned to me.

“His name is John Wick. Your mom met him at the gas station when she accidentally forgot to grab her wallet to pay for gas. If you ask me I think he wanted something a bit more than just to be a good Samaritan.”

“What do you mean?” this time we could hear a splash by the pool and mom’s laughter before it turned to shrieks and then back to laughter again.  Aunt Chessy let out a groan as she rolled her eyes.  I went to grab my camera while Aunt Chessy continued on her rant.

“Look you know how I’ve felt about men especially after your father left you guys. So I gotta ask myself what does a man like that who belongs in a Fabio romance novel want with a woman who is trying to work out her life as a single mom? Then I realize there’s a million reasons why that man has stuck around, and all of it is just waiting to be spent from the New York bank.” As she talked I stood there with my camera to see both my mom and John in the pool together at first playing like little kids before being wrapped in each other’s arms.

“What you think he’s loaded or something?” I asked.

“Ehh what do I know? But I’ll tell you one thing, this man’s got your mother eating out of the palm of his hand. They do everything together, they go on drives in that car of his, they swim together, they go out to eat dinner every single night. But you know what, meet him. See for yourself, don’t let me influence you.”

 I saw them making goo-goo eyes at each other before kissing each other as they remained in the pool.  I snapped a quick picture of them and felt an odd feeling in my stomach as I looked down at them.  Could he be the surprise that mom was talking about?

After I had my lunch and aunt Chessy was now doing my laundry, I got on my bathing suit and put on a Shadow the hedgehog t-shirt over it along with some old sandals.  I grabbed my sunglasses and decided to head out to the pool. 

There I saw John once again sitting on the pool chair with my mom just coming out of the pool and grabbing a towel.

“Ohh Sarah, didn’t expect you to come down so soon.”

“Figured I’d stretch my legs out in the pool. At least this time I won’t have algae or wet sand between my toes.” I said wiggling my toes as I kicked my sandals off my feet.

“Well since you’re here I guess there’s no time like the present ehh? Sarah, I’d like you to meet a friend of mine.” She came up behind me and walked us closer to John.  “Sarah, this is John Wick.”

He removed his sunglasses and I finally got a better look at his face.  A sharp facial structure and a scruff beard that had some hidden grey to it.  Deep brown eyes that pierced through my very soul and almost sent a chill of fear up my spine.

“Hello.” His voice had a slight ruggedness to it but it also had warmth and friendliness to it.  Not like how when someone who has a rasp to their voice it makes them creepy.

“Hi, Mr. Wick.” I greeted shyly as I placed my sunglasses on top of my head.

“Well I can’t believe I’m finally meeting the famous Sarah. I’ve been looking forward to this all summer.” John said as he adjusted himself to sit up properly and get a better look at me.

“Really well here I am.” I said with a shrug.

“Helen, you’ve been holding out on me. The way your mom has talked about you I expected to meet a little girl but you are so grown up and just as beautiful as her.”

“I’ll be 12 soon. How old are you?”

“Sarah!” exclaimed my mom as tugged me by my shoulders.

“It’s fine Helen. There should actually be no shame in children asking adults their ages.” John assured my mom.  “To answer your question I’m 43.”

“That’s 32 years older than me! How old are you again mom.” I asked looking up at her.

“Wow if only you were this interested in math when it comes to your homework. Look I’m going to head inside and get some food. Maybe even check to make sure Chessy is doing the laundry correctly. I love my little sister but sometimes she can be a scatter brain when it comes to laundry. Be right back.” With that mom left me alone with her new ‘boyfriend’.

“My aunt said that you guys met at a gas station, is that true?”

“Yes that is true. I don’t know the full story but from what I did see, the cashier was giving your mother a pretty hard time so I thought I’d give her a hand and help pay for her gas. And not three days later at the Walmart nearby she actually helped me with finding the better laundry detergent. From there I guess you could say the rest is history.”

“How come my mom didn’t mention you in the letters she’d send me?” John let out a deep sigh and looked at me with a sympathetic look.

“I imagine this is pretty awkward, right?” I merely shrugged as I crossed my arms over my chest.  “Your mom felt that this type of news would’ve been better to be talked about in person. But I want you to know this Sarah, these past eight weeks I’ve really come to care for your mother. And I wish I can do the same for you, but if not I’ll understand and I’ll walk away.”

Now this is something I’ve never heard of happening in real life.  Normally the partner wouldn’t allow their lover’s child to dictate whether or not they’ll stay together.  But just from seeing mom and him together, that’s the happiest I’ve seen her since……him.

Needless to say (and as you all know) John Wick stuck around with my mother.  They waited to get married until a year into their blossoming relationship.  And it was also after their marriage that mom and I would leave our home of Nappa, California and go to live with John in his house in New York.

It was out in upstate New York so just roughly about a 20-30min drive away from the city.  It was fairly similar in size to our old house back home with wide open spaces, a good sized backyard, and a two door garage. 

Ever since they got married, mom’s always tried to have John and I do some ‘father-daughter’ bonding time.  And even though John did his best to understand my interests whether it came to gaming, music, or movie trivia, there was just something about being alone with him that didn’t sit right with me.  I already got fooled once by my dad once, I wasn’t going to let another one do the same thing to me again.

Age 13

I was sitting in the passenger seat of John’s mustang as we drove into the city to pick up some groceries.  Mom had to suddenly be called into work with an emergency and John said he didn’t want to leave me alone in the house by myself.

After a brief back and forth with each other of how whether or not I was capable of staying at the home by myself, I ended up losing that battle and had to tag along.  As we walked through the aisles picking out everything we needed, my eye soon caught a bunch of people at a table advertising something.

I noticed their posters for the Gotham Archery classes.  And there happened to be one right nearby in Manhattan.  I turned to John to see him looking at some deals on eggs then turned my attention back towards the table.  Archery did always fascinate me but there was never any schools or lessons back at California that were within driving range of us so I could only fantasize about shooting an actual bow and arrow like Legolas or Merida did.

“You want to go talk to them?” I jumped at John’s voice and looked up at him.

“Huh?”

“You’ve been staring at them for the past five minutes without even blinking. So either you’ve got some beef with one of those gentleman or you’d like to go talk to them and think about joining them.”

“Yeah that’s funny. Me doing archery.” I scoffed as I brushed it off with a laugh.

“What’s so funny about that?” he leaned his arms over the shopping cart as he raised his brow at me.  One look at his eyes and I knew he wasn’t kidding around.

“You—you’re being serious?”

“If it’s something you’re interested in, you should go for it.” A strange fluttery feeling came into my chest when he said that.  Dad never really took the time to encourage me to go out for something, it was always mom who tried to push me to achieve what I want.  So hearing this from an adult male, especially someone like John Wick felt strange and new to me.

I took a deep breath and walked over to the table and it was there I began my journey into the world of archery.

After bringing John over to the table so that he could get some of the information too (since I was under 18 I needed to have an adult present for the information given and to ensure that there would be an adult present whenever I was taken to classes).

We had a meeting that night with my mom and she was so proud that I had managed to find something to do here in New York.  And already having John be the chosen supervised parent to go along with me also made her happy to know that we finally managed to find something to bond over.

After several months of lessons, I actually ended up doing a lot better at archery than I could imagine.  So much so that my instructor encouraged me to participate in the upcoming tournament that would be held at their school in Brooklyn.

Mom, aunt Chessy and John all came to support me in the tournament but when I began to see the large crowd that was gathering around to see all of us that was competing, my heart began to race and my stomach began churning.

“Full house, oh sweet Jesus.” I groaned as I held my stomach tightly.  I fiddled with my archer’s glove unhooking and re-hooking the straps as my anxiety was starting to go through the roof.

“And here we have future gold medalist Olympic archer Sarah Wick.” I shook my head trying to hide the smile etching at the corner of my mouth and looked up to see John with his phone pointed right towards me.

“Haha you’re such a comedian.” I mocked sarcastically.

“No joke. Those archers don’t know who they’re about to go against.” I winced slightly as I looked down and fiddled with my glove once again.  “Hey, everything okay?” he asked concerningly.  He pocketed his phone and sat down in front of me.

Could I maybe trick him into taking me home? Mom never fell for the classic ‘fake sickness’ trick whenever I needed to get out of something.  Guess that’s just something mom’s automatically know, but John—he wouldn’t know and I’ll bet he wouldn’t even ask questions about it.

“I’m not feeling so good John. I think I need to go home and lay down. Yeah that’s it let’s go home.” I went to sit up but he held onto my shoulder and pressed his other hand to my forehead.

“You don’t seem to be running a fever.”

“It’s a stomach bug. Suddenly started up out of nowhere.” I let out a pained hiss as I groaned lowly.  When I looked up at him, one look on his face told me that he wasn’t buying this act for a second.  “This isn’t working is it?”

“It was a good try.” He acknowledged giving me a wink.  I dropped the act as I let out a deep sigh.

“How do you guys always seem to know when we’re faking it?”

“I may have only been in the parenting game for a short time, but I know how to spot the classic ‘feigning sick bit’. Even pulled it myself from time to time. Now you wanna share what’s really going on?”

I don’t even know myself why I suddenly felt like coming clean to him.  Whether it was him not talking down to me in order to get the answer, or him even acknowledging that I did my best to fake him out.  Either way I finally came clean to him.

“I didn’t think there was going to be so many people here to see us compete. It’s stressing enough with the judges, but the people in the audience……I’m just—so afraid that I’m gonna make a total fool of myself.” John let out a soft hum as he nodded softly.

“I believe what you’re going through right now is what they call stage fright. Everyone gets it, even me.”

“You? I don’t believe you.”

“Oh yeah. Believe it or not this 45 year old, 6’1 giant of a man has and still sometimes deals with anxiety and stage fright.” We both softly chuckled at his statement.

“How do you get by?”

“One step at a time. I can only control what I can. And yes there will be the unknown that you wish you could say ‘hey I want you to do this’ or ‘you’re gonna do it this way’. But we can’t let the fear dictate over something we love.”

“Wow…..that’s—deep.”

“I try my best.” John merely shrugged, which got another laugh out of me.  “And think of it this way; after today: No one but your mother, aunt, instructor and I will remember what you did here today. So don’t do your best for those nameless people out in the audience, do it for the ones that really know you.”

“Thanks John. That really helped more than you know.” He gently squeezed my shoulder and said.

“Glad I could help. And good luck out there.” He stood up and walked back to join my mom and aunt at their seats.

Whenever mom gave me advise or encouragement while she always looked on the positive aspects of it, just between the lines I knew there were times that she would sugarcoat certain things.  Like there was too much optimism in certain events that I knew wouldn’t be good but she’d always make it seem like everything was going to be okay.

John, however, just hearing him speak about the reality of the situation but not making it sound too cynical.  He somehow managed to find the perfect balance of optimism and realistic philosophy.

And it paid off.  By the end of the tournament I had gotten three bronze medals and a silver medal for all the categories I had decided to compete in.

As the years went by, there would also come a test that would push the Wick family to the extreme.  When I turned 14, my mom was diagnosed with an aggressive brain tumor.  There would be days when she was able to live with us and live a normal life, but there were dark days when she’d have to live in the hospital for weeks on end.

Age 15

This was one of mom’s bad weeks.  One day when John and her were out on their wedding anniversary date out in the city.  I had gotten a call from John telling me that she had collapsed when they were walking along the docks after their dinner.

However unlike before, this time the tumor had attacked her so aggressively that she now has to be on a ventilator to help her breathe properly.  The doctor’s say that even though there’s brain activity, she’s unfortunately locked in a coma-like state and it’s unknown on when she’ll wake up…..or ever.

It was also throughout this time that John and I began to lean more on each other now more than ever.  Especially when he came back into the picture out of nowhere.

It was just after school when John and I decided to visit mom in the hospital.  I had gotten my German test that he had helped me study for and I wanted to tell mom how I had aced it.  She always wanted to make sure that I never fell back on my class work no matter what events or after-school activities I had.  We arrived at the hospital parking lot and as we got out of John’s mustang, I asked him.

“Before long I’ll have to start driving, think I can practice driving the mustang?”

“Just because you passed your German exam doesn’t make you an expert on my mustang.” He told me.

“Oh come on John. I’ve been paying attention to how you shift the gears and I dare say I’m confident enough to drive it.”

“There’s a difference between confidence and arrogance.”

“That hurts John. That really hurts!” I exclaimed as I held my heart like I had been shot.

“Yeah, yeah report it to Child services. Come on.” we headed into the building and checked in to see my mom.  We walked down the familiar corridor and saw mom in the same position as she has since her check in.  Laying still and motionless on the bed.  I came up and sat beside her and took her hand in mine.

“Hey mom, we’re back. Just like we promised. Hey get this, you know that German test that John’s been helping me with? I aced it. Can you believe it, after months of struggling I finally get an A+ for that class.”

“The real credit goes to your daughter Helen. She’s the one who took the test, all I did was teach her a few tricks to remember what she needed to learn.” Said John as he sat on the other side of my mom’s bed.  Soon my mom’s doctor came in and greeted us.

“Mr. Wick, Ms. Wick.”

“Dr. Sanchez. How has she been?” John asked.

“Well some good news at least. We’ve noticed how she’s been able to now breathe on her own so we took her off the ventilator and for the past ten hours she’s been breathing just fine on her own.” We both sighed in a huge relief.

“Any signs on when she’ll wake up?” I asked.

“That unfortunately is still yet to be determined. But we’ll continue to constantly monitor her progress and we’ll call you with any new updates Mr. Wick.” He said the last part to John since he was the emergency contact for my mom.

“Thank you Dr. Sanchez, truly.” He nodded and soon left the room leaving the three of us alone.  John took his spot back at my mom’s right side while I fiddled with the new bracelet that John had gifted them for their anniversary. “You were right about the bracelet.”

“Told yah. Mom’s never been one for clunky or flashy jewelry. And it really is beautiful.” I stroked along the silver flowers that decorated the bracelet. 

“I’m gonna head down and get some coffee, you want anything from the cafeteria?”

“I’ll be okay till we get home.”

“I’ll get you some water.”

“John!” I whined.

“You don’t drink enough of it, you gotta stay hydrated.” He said standing up and circled around mom’s bed before gently shaking my head around before leaving the room.  I shook my head and said.

“He really is a great guy mom. We’ve actually been getting along more lately since you had to stay here. He’s been taking me to school, archery practice, helping out with my homework. And been the support system I needed even though he’s hurting himself. He may not want to admit out loud, but I sometimes hear him cry at night without you there. So—keep fighting mom. Please, we need you home.”

I lay my head down on her bed as I gripped her hand in both of mine as tightly as I could.

“Helen? Sarah?” I gasped as my eyes shot wide open.  I turned towards the door and there I saw someone I never expected to see ever again.  My dad.

“D-d…..d…..” I stammered.

“My god, Sarah is that really you? God look at you you’re all….”

“What the hell are you doing here?!” I snapped.  “How did you find us?!”

“I-I didn’t. My son’s here for his final chemo treatment.” His son? He went and had another kid after he abandoned me and mom? “So Helen’s got……”

“I don’t need to tell you shit!” I snapped. “Get out of here since that’s what you’re good at!”

“Sarah come on. It wasn’t my fault. I thought you were right behind me, honest!” bullshit.  He knew what he was doing that day, I’ve come to grips with it.  “That day at the mall…..”

“Don’t ever mention that day to me. I was so—so.......” my voice quivered as I tried to contain my emotions that were boiling inside of me after 8 years.

“Oh hey, hey. Don’t-don’t cry baby girl.” He tried to comfort me.  I heard his footsteps getting closer to me and once I saw his feet within my vision I pushed him back aggressively.  “Sarah!” my dad exclaimed in surprise.

“Get out.” I lowly sneered.

“Baby girl I’m trying to make things right with you.”

“Get out, get out, get out.” I kept muttering as my hand fidgeted at the door.

“Sarah I’m your father—” the second he stepped closer to me.  I lashed out with my best right hook and nailed in right across the face screaming at him.

“GET OUT!!!” I tackled him beating him with my fists.  Punching, clawing and slapping him repeatedly in a blind rage repeatedly telling him to get out through my grunts and growls.

I really don’t recall what all happened after that but I soon felt arms wrap around my waist trying to pull me away.  I tried fighting back but my arms were soon pinned to my side as I heard John’s voice suddenly break through my rage.

“Sarah enough! Easy! Easy!” I stopped and my vision became clear once again.  My dad’s face was bleeding profusely as nurses and security had now came to see what the commotion was.

John escorted me out but security tried to stop him.  There were words exchanged between the two of them before John took me out of the hospital.  All the while keeping a secure grip on me but not manhandling me.

Everything felt—numb.  The sounds of the city were muffled and I barely felt myself being moved around.  My hands wouldn’t stop shaking and my heart was pounding so fast I thought it would burst out of my chest.  Never before have I felt such rage to get me into that blind state and attack someone like that.

Next thing I knew, I suddenly felt a stinging sensation on my hand and I went to lash out but a hand stopped me and my vision suddenly became clear.  I found myself back at home with John kneeling in front of me, my wrist gently grasped in his calloused grip.

“Easy, easy. You’re home now Sarah.” Home.  Frantically my eyes looked around to see if it was true and I soon came to realize what had happened.  I was home, my real home.

Like a crack steadily increasing along a newly broken mirror, my shock suddenly began to overflow as tears rapidly fell down my face.  Immediately I wrapped my arms around John’s waist as I buried my face into his chest and wept hysterically.

“I’m sorry John….I’m so sorry John…..I-I didn’t want you to see…..” I spoke through my hysterical sobs.  John instantly wrapped his arms around me, one hand rubbing my back while the other was buried within my hair gently stroking and massaging my scalp.

“It’s okay, let it out. Just let yourself fall apart. I promise to hold you together.” He softly whispered into my ear.  The moment he had said that, I had let out the most gut-wrenching, raw, almost animalistic sob of rage, grief, self-hate, confusion, and sorrow that I had kept bottled in since the day my dad abandoned me.

And true to his word, John kept his tight yet comforting hold on me with each raw sob that came out of my mouth.

After what felt like an eternity and for doctoring up my bruised and bleeding knuckles and palm, I lay there in my room just fingering the bandaged wraps that John had placed over my wounds.  We didn’t speak after my breakdown but somehow he knew that I needed to have some alone time.

Slowly I got out of bed and headed towards mom and John’s room.  The door was shut so I went up and knocked so softly I thought he wouldn’t hear me.

“Come in.” I heard him say.  I opened the door and saw John laying across the bed.  “Hey Sarah. You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m okay. Can…..we talk?” John nodded and allowed me to sit on mom’s side of the bed.  I pulled my legs up to my chest as I took mom’s pillow and held it over my knees.  The faint scent of her perfume still lingered onto the pillow.  “Did she ever tell you about him?”

“Your aunt made it clear that your father was a…..sensitive subject.” Of course she did.

“I was seven years old. We were out at the mall having our monthly daddy-daughter date. He took me out to red lobster to eat, and then took me to all my favorite stores. Next thing I know as I’m looking at some video games, he’s just gone. I called out for him in the crowded mall but I couldn’t find him anywhere. It was pure luck that a mall cop found me after 20 minutes. I was so frightened and confused…….” I sniffled and wiped away the tears that were burning in my eyes.  “Why did he just leave me like that? Was it something I did or said or—And to come back after supposedly living his new life…..”

“Hey, hey.” His large hand encompassed both of mine as I was clenching mom’s pillow so tightly my knuckles were turning white.  His touch alone made me relax even though I didn’t want to.  “He had no right to suddenly come up to you after all these years. And you are not to blame for him abandoning you.”

“Then why did he do it?” I asked brokenly.

“I wish I had an answer for you. But know that no excuse he can come up with will ever justify what he did.” he wrapped his arm around me, allowing my head to rest just over his heart once again.  I shut my eyes allowing a few tears to fall drip down my face.

“You’ve been nothing but supportive and loving to me these past few years. And I never thought I’d find myself saying this but I like you John. I really, really do like you. But I don’t know if I’ll ever be ready to call you…... you know. It still hurts to even say the word out loud.”

“I understand. I never expected you to come forth and call me ‘that word’ as soon as your mom and I got married. I just wanted you to know that you’ve got another person in your corner whenever you feel like you can’t talk to your mom or aunt about something.”

“Thank you John, for everything.” We looked at each other lovingly and he brought me into a tight hug.

“And can I just say, that was an impressive right hook you gave him.” I laughed as I buried my face chest and gripped onto him tighter while I felt him place a loving kiss to the crown of my head.

One last thing I’ve noticed about John were his hugs.  There truly was a difference between the way my mom hugs and the way he hugs.  Mom’s hugs were always a gentle comfort like being wrapped in a fleece blanket.

John’s hugs—well his were like a protective barrier.  Like nothing in the world could get to me and he was going to ensure it with each tight, comforting squeeze he gave.  And while it felt like my bones could pop and break any second, it felt comforting to know that such strength could be so gentle when needed to be.

[aurakisses]

until the stars burn out from your eyes.

Star Tear Disease. A condition born from unrequited love, where the patient begins to cry colorful tears that twinkle like tiny stars. These tears create a haunting, crystalline cacophony when they hit a solid surface—sometimes unnervingly loud. The disease slowly steals away the victim's sight, causing color blindness and, in rare cases, total loss of vision. It isn't fatal, but it cannot be cured.

You couldn’t help but wonder if you’d cry out all the color in your vision before Itsuomi let Emma into his life.

✦ Pairing: Shin Iryuu x Emma Nakazono

✦ Trigger warnings: Blood, Physical Discomfort

✦ Word Count: 340

✦ AO3 link.

She dyed her hair behind your back.

Cherry used to greet the sunshine through those sleek spruce curtains—vivid, lively, unmistakably hers. You’d always seen it, even through your rose-tinted glasses—the expensive pair she left beside your cap after graduation. Now her curls are dark as the shadows under your eyes, with no mahogany warmth to soften the edges.

It feels treacherous, somehow. A greater betrayal than her unspoken love for Itsuomi. Were your hands not worthy enough to polish her hair anymore?

She’s dulling too. There was a time when her mallow-colored eyes would sparkle at the sight of your best friend, when her rosy lips would curve into that effortless smile you’d memorized in the soft haze of your rooftop conversations. Even when her joy wasn’t for you, it reminded you of why you’d fallen for her in the first place.

But now, when you see her in the mornings, it’s different. Her smile isn’t quite white, but rather colorless; and her pale irises—milky and lifeless—pierce through your chest, a lingering ache that follows you long past dusk. Sometimes, it comes with a creak, faint but insistent: the metallic chime of bells swinging on Itsuomi’s glass door. It’s a shriek, raw and unbearable, that digs itself into your mind and refuses to leave.

She dyed her hair behind your back.

And even when she told you, again and again, that no, you’re the only stylist I trust, you knew better. The bruised violet, dried blood, and stars that rotted to nothingness, scattered across the hardwood floor of your salon were evidence enough.

Your mind begged you to look for beauty—anything to hold onto before it vanished completely. But she wasn’t here anymore. Not really.

Your tears stopped belonging to you a long time ago. They weren’t in the stars, weren’t yours to keep. Instead, Emma gathered them into her hands—delicate, trembling—and passed them to Itsuomi without a word.

She dyed her hair behind your back.

And now you’re wondering if you’re losing your mind.

Or maybe you already have.

[bitchy-peachy]

Omg my doctor is still driving his cybertruck and the doctor's parking spaces are near the disabled areas.

Hope it doesn't blow up and hurt vulberable people that probably can't get away even if they wanted to.

I also can't believe my doctor. He's great and very empathetic, 5 star reviews with a waiting list even and yet he worships an invention buying chump fuck like Elon Musk.

Like considering how he's beloved as a life saving doctor this man is a genius that always looks out for his patients. He's always attentive to my issues regarding my health and continuously tests me and tells me pros and cons to respect any decisions I make which is makes him the best doctor I've had in the past decades. All the markings of a thorough and educated man.

That just shows us that not everything it's what it seems. He knows who I voted for and support and doesn't judge me and he did kinda make fun of Trump himself on occasions so he might just be a Musty fanboy that dismisses Trump as part of the package 🤷‍♀️ cos I've got a cousin like that.

Admires Musk's ill-gotten wealth while seeing Trump as a dumbass.

I think Musk is as much as a piece of shit as Trump. The fucker is a hypocrite, neposhit that never had a singular creative idea for himself and was born rich and buying out ideas for way too cheap.

He's also an illegal immigrant over stepping on our government but maga liked him enough cos he's rich and white. If he isn't loved by all maga... what are maga doing other than complaining? Cos I know not all of you want that bitch in there either. Regardless of all my hatred I do know some of you can realize by now this is some real bullshit and won't tolerate it as much as any logical person wouldn't. You voted for one guy, not some country destroying government meddling nepoasshole that obviously hates the working class and things hopelessness is a "myth".

Really research into his background. The only thing he's good at is scamming other people's inventions/companies he buys out and pretending he's a freaking "genius".

This is as bad as the hair stylist my son and I frequented admitting to supporting Trump and actually believing Harris was as bad as Maduro. These people know even less about communism than tankie leftists shits and maga.

Every thing they don't like is "CoMMuNisM". Oh please shut up. I can't believe morons like these are even allowed to vote.

Rant underneath. This was added on to this cos the Musty segment was actually an old draft.

Stuff under cut is both personal and very recent and political. I'm just venting at the sheer fucking audacity of abusers.

Well in a personal drama story, my mother (I don't even like remembering she gave birth to me cos she's evil towards everyone from children to elderly. She only cares about white acceptance and dick. She literally brought a rapist into the house and blamed his far too young victims for what he did. She's that fucking evil.) She's a big time maga fangirl. She even threatened to take away my then underaged son cos she thought I was giving my son "too many freedoms" to be himself cos she's such a psycho that thinks kids are property and not people.

I wasn't gonna let a pedophile apologist abusive bitch that starved me and called me a whore as a prepubescent child be near my kid or any kids. The few times she dated decent males that never gave me the creeps, they were men with children she didn't like so I warned them away cos I wanted to save those kids from her bullshit. Her kissing up had it's limits.

This lead to her hating me even more as if I give a shit but I'm just showing you how at least one maga is. A shitty maga that raised me. If that crappy movement attracts people like her imagine all the vile monsters hidden in plain sight.

Now on these elections it seems like she finally realized she really fucked up. She's a veteran. A lot of people in my family are. We originally started out as farmers (sugarcane, yame, tomatoes, pumkima, yuka, avocado... well we grew and still grow a lot of stuff for sale as well as donations if we all had good seasons in our private farms but- talking too much about my family's origins lol) but we also have a lot of people in the navy, air force (two uncles currently there and my recently graduated cousin going in), army and even the police force.

There's a lot of retirees and veterans in my family. People with debilitating injuries from these jobs that need government care cos their checks are not enough to help them medically.

They all voted Harris due to the hateful comments Trump said towards people with disabilities (that really want to live and still have so much life left regardless of what evil shits think) and that they had done their actual research and knew that Trump was going to defund all of the organizations helping them without a single pity in the world.

They knew ACA is "Obamacare", they know what tariffs are, are well traveled and have seen what an actual "communist" country is like. They didn't vote for him, even though they're conservative themselves but they don't see him as conservative at all. They see him as a "cosplay conservative" that is scamming people. They literally pinched their noses to vote democrat cos they knew Trump was gonna fuck everything up and he wasn't a viable voting option for conservative republicans in the first place. In fact they're shocked he even has voters cos he goes against all their beliefs.

This is why my mother is now crying a bitch fit. NO ONE in the family wants her. Her conservative mostly republican family. She got radicalized by her white boyfriends into what she is now cos my family, although flawed af, are nothing like her unless we count my abusive narcissistic grandmother) She bragged constantly about voting for Trump, not realizing she was fucking up a majority of our family including herself in these elections.

There was way more riding on these elections than in the past and her moronic ass thought it'd just be another fucking rerun of his first presidency. Uneducated voters are the fucking worst.

My son is literally getting bombarded with WhatsApp messages of her crying about how much she loves me (IS SHE SHITTING ME????) and that she really wants me to talk to her as if she hadn't been a fucking ghoul for years to my side of the family. According to her I'm a terrible mother and a pedophile cos I'm not straight. To her anyone that isn't a hetero is a child molester but if the child molester is a man that goes after little girls it's the little girls fault.

God I hate her so much I wish her fucking dead.

Woman GO FUCK YOURSELF AND DIEEEEEEEE!

She moved to Florida sometime last year. Ain't she happy there with all that red? Or she realized she still ain't white enough for them to want her) Why tf she trying to kiss my ass here when she hates my blue city and how many lesbos are in it. My area ain't perfect but at least it ain't Florida.

Btw If it were up to me I'd grab every non-conservative non-republican Floridian to save them from stupid bullshit and I'll still leave her ass behind.

She voted for this shit. No sympathy. Wish she'd finish entirely fucking off. She's only all up in here cos she's finally all alone.

She can make her rape jokes, call herself a cracker dick loving monkey as she jokingly called herself cos she's got no self respect all she wants.

She's dead to us. She doesn't even have a job anymore and will get her benefits cut cos of her stupid ass votes.

Nobody wants to help her. She won so hard she's a loser.

[amysgiantbees]

Love in the Air: Koi no Yokan

Spoilers

Once again just jotting my thoughts down as I go. Now with bonus difficulty because I burned one half of my hand today

Amemiya is the epitome of dumb of ass bi of sexual

Already related hard to the ADHD vibes of his Thai counterpart. I don't know if I missed this line in the OG show or just forgot it but I find it very relatable that he curses the car gods for his own poor vehicle maintenance. Same. Wish my car would stop falling apart. Will I take it in more? No. Do I get surprised every time it gets more fucked up despite this? Yes.

LOVE this image:

The colours. The rain dripping. It has such a sense of atmosphere.

Speaking of beautiful colours. LOVE the scene where Rei and Kai are talking on the playground animals. It's so cute and the green is absolutely VIBRANT!

I like that Rei finds out about the illegal racing from a school friend in this version. Maybe I'm a bad friend but it seemed a bit wild that Sky ran in on his own after Rain knowing what he knows about the races and that his ex used to come them in the original.

Love that Rinka is a main character this time.

Another point for Rei's ADHD. He's clumsy. Went right into that table.

Not only does the plot flow better but the characters feel more real and distinct. I like that it's a lot clearer Rei is into Arashi. I like that Fuma's playboy nature is clear from the start. That really threw me in the Thai version. I thought initially that Prapai was meant to be the good boy to Payu's grumpy dom vibe. Love him being a playboy it just confused me for a sec. Admittedly I buy that Prapai is a playboy a bit better than Fuma otherwise. Especially how they dress him and style his hair. In any other show if he was looking like that he'd be the dorky rich guy (this is not a comment on which actor looks better. Don't be rude. Everyone is extremely hot just some have better stylists at times than others).

Wish they'd skipped the spanking scene in this version. In both it feels very out of nowhere and so does absolutely nothing for me.

I like the car scene over the bathroom more. The risk of getting caught is higher and I feel like they build tension better.

Don't love the quick fat shaming but luckily it was over in a second.

The costume designer was much more my taste in the Thai version but love Rinka's outfits. She can do no wrong love her. Love their conversation about both being into Arashi too.

LOVE Fuma and Kai's interactions so far. I enjoy problematic relationships when they're done well (love you KinnPorshe). But I don't necessarily see a guy pressuring a rape victim into sex and stalking him as an ideal rout-able problematic relationship. Like Prapai's pushiness in the original is good in a FICTIONAL story because Sky, this FICTIONAL character, needs that push to brake down his walls. I like that problematic aspect to them. However, their first interaction together, as hot as it is, goes against Prapai's characterization later on I'd argue. There's no reason why Prapai, a playboy, would need to push for sex or why Sky would be into that. Like it's not only fucked up but makes no sense. Still love Thai them but it requires me to turn off my brain a bit for their first interactions. I like this a lot more.

Already love how better this version seems to flow after being edited down. I really appreciate there being less flashbacks too. The only thing that I think needed more time is Kai's burn out. It kind of came out of nowhere and needed a bit more build up.

Like that the "wife" "husband" stuff is gone.

One of the things I usually love in particular about Thai shows is the memorable background characters and sense of community. But in the Japanese version of the show I think it helps cutting down the cast. Especially since it gives Rinka a bigger role and Rei and Kai feel closer in this version with their friend group cut down.

I also prefer the conversation where Kai introduces Fuma as his boyfriend. Kai is a lot gentler in reproaching him and Rei looks happy when he does. It feels a lot more like a friend genuinely looking out for another and that being appreciated.

Rei having to get on his hands and knees continues to be hilarious.

I thought I wouldn't love taking out Kai and Fuma's first fight but I feel like everything hits better this way. I found it odd how Sky broke up with him in the Thai version initially but this makes complete sense from the get go. Instead of being mad at him for being a playboy but breaking up with him like it's his ex-trauma that's the issue it's just all ex. I just feel like everything is a lot more cohesive here, including having the two love stories happen more simultaneously.

I like that Fuma looses a race. I felt it was a bit hollow in the Thai version when Prapai says he wins because of Sky. Like what do you mean? You literally always win I almost don't even know why anyone bothers having these races.

Kai is way too old to be pretending to be a High School student in the flash backs sorry to say. Otherwise love his actor, he's doing an incredible job. The whole cast is!

Taiga is such an incredibly weird pathetic guy. Great performance! Love to hate him.

Insane that these two traumatic incidents happen in the same night. I like that it's spread out more in the original for believability. However I like that they're together more here because I wasn't that invested in the kidnapping in the original and the stakes feel higher now.

I was scared when I saw Gan didn't have an eyebrow piercing that him getting it ripped out wouldn't happen. Love how brutal it is in the original. This did not disappoint however. Probably hurts more this way too, it's two piercings at once.

The beach scene out of the context of the title sequence is so funny. Why is Fuma in a suit at the beach? It just stands out more when it's in the actual show.

Overall a good time. So glad to have two versions of this great story. This probably sounds like I like the Japanese version more but I think I like both pretty equally. The Japanese version is just fresher in my mind obviously. I like the plot better and would probably more readily show this to someone else if they were new to Asian queer media. However I like the chemistry and romance better in the Thai version.

Watching episode 9 and love that these two grown men said collectively "we're not taking responsibility today. Fuck that." So funny

For the most part I've significantly been preferring this versions plot. However, the much more serious and grounded story does not suit the special episode. The special episode was goofy and a bit out of character in the original. Here it's even more bizarre. I'm glad it was all a dream/trick but I don't know if magical creatures suits this more grounded and realistic version of the story. I don't think they quite frankly should have bothered trying to adapt the special episode. The main story could have used this time to develop more and the shenanigans of the special really don't suit this version.

Arashi and Rei with the game is hot though. Great job. Also love to see the game is actually turned on this time XD

OMG BLOOPERS!!!! I love bloopers! That's so cute!

[ajwamiju]

Scene 4: 3... 2... 1... Action!

CW: Reader and Suna being a lil silly, but nothing too serious.

Note: Double upload this time around because I forgot to upload last week lmfao, calculus held me in a chokehold.

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“So, how did your discussion with Suna go?” Kasumi asks as she enters your dressing room where you’re getting your makeup done.

“Horrible. We wanted to try and practise scenes we’re struggling with, but we couldn’t even get through one scene!” You answer and groan. “We tried to do the scene where Hiroki is defending Kumiko from her bullies, but I ended up looking like a helpless victim of attempted murder and Suna looked like he’s actually about to commit homicide… with me being said helpless victim.”

“Yikes…” Kasumi mumbles under her breath, enough for you to hear it. “Well, if it makes you feel better, you’re starting off with a more dramatic scene where Kumiko confronts Hiroki on campus… y’know… scene 113?”

“... The only argument scenes I’ve done are ones where my characters are desperate to try and survive! How am I going to pull this shit off?” You groan, your stylist trying her hardest to hold back her laugh and failing miserably as giggles slip out of her lips. “You can laugh, Watanabe-san. I would also laugh if I were in your position.”

“I’m sorry [Surname]-san… please understand I’m also questioning Director Kurosu’s decision to cast you and Suna-san when you two are horror actors…” Watanabe says as she finishes up styling your hair.

You immediately get into costume and head outside, being escorted to where the scene takes place with Suna and his team already on set, waiting for your arrival. Director Kurosu claps excitedly and sits on his director’s chair. “Ready to do this scene?” He asks.

You and Suna glance at each other and grimace. “Would you like us to be honest or…” You answer half-jokingly.

“I’ll take that as a yes then. Now go on!” Director Kurosu says as he urges you and Suna to get into position.

You walk out of the stage and remind yourself of your lines, waiting for the cue from Director Kurosu for you to enter the scene. Once you hear the ‘action!’ coming from Director Kurosu, you take a deep breath as you stomp into the scene, the camera currently focused on Suna.

“Ashikaga-san!” You shout, keeping in mind to control your emotions to look worried rather than any other expressions you’re far used to while Suna ignores you. “Ashikaga-san! I know you can hear me! Stop ignoring me!”

Suna turns around to look at you, his eyes glaring intensely into your soul, making you stop in your tracks and flinch, as if it’s already ingrained in your brain. “Cut!” Director Kurosu shouts from his seat. “Suna-san, your expression looked too… murderous. Try to look more like you’re caught off guard and startled.” He says.

“Right, sorry…” Suna apologises, scratching the back of his head while you and the extra actors move to your original positions.

“Alright, from the top. Scene 113, take 2…” Director Kurosu announces, “3… 2… 1…action!”

“Ashikaga-san!” You shout, repeating the scene. “Ashikaga-san! I know you can hear me! Stop ignoring me!”

Suna stops and glances back, to see your figure approaching him quickly, stomping towards him. “... Shoji-san…?” Suna mumbles, looking startled.

You grab Suna’s arm and pull him towards you, making him stumble. “Why are you shutting me out? I thought you promised to tell me–”

“Cut!”

You and Suna break character and sigh, knowing you’re the one who made the mistake this time. “[Surname]-san, now you’re the one who looks murderous. You need to be more exasperated and desperate to talk to Suna-san, not like you’re taking revenge after he murdered your loved ones.”

“Sorry, sorry. I’ll try to manage my expressions more.” You apologise as you walk back to your starting position.

“Alright, let’s start from the top again. Scene 113, take 3… action!”

“Ashikaga-san!” You shout, repeating the scene yet again. “Ashikaga-san! I know you can hear me! Stop ignoring me!”

Suna stops and glances back, to see your figure approaching him quickly, jogging to catch up to him this time, rather than stomping. “... Shoji-san…?” Suna mumbles, looking startled.

You grab Suna’s arm and pull him towards you, holding both his arms as you try to look desperate, yet not to the point where your life seems to be threatened. “Why are you shutting me out? I thought you promised to tell me everything!”

“... Shoji-san…” Suna mutters as his face scrunches up to one in anger as is what is written in the script. “Who do you think you are!” He scowls, trying to pull himself out of your grasp.

“I am your friend! You’ve promised to tell me if you’re dealing with something so at least you won’t be alone in your struggles!” You recite, trying to keep Suna in your hold, though you’re visibly struggling as well. “Please Ashikaga-san… don’t push me away…”

Suna then successfully pushes you away, his eyes showing anger and distrust towards you. “Don’t overstep your boundaries, [Surname]– I am so sorry.” He says, accidentally mixing up your surname with Kumiko’s.

Director Kurosu sighs before he shouts the cut signal. “This is going to take a while…” He mutters as he rubs the bridge of his nose, bracing himself for a long day of shooting.

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Anyhoot

Hater time!!!

Can't wait for whatever TERF or Leasebound stan who finds this to dox me like a Danganronpa discord mod in 2020 when you didn't ship saiouma : 3

Small nitpick about leasebound and it's writing, and basically just a prod at Rusty's general mentality around lesbianism and women dating women

For somebody who prides herself and advertises her comic as being a "female centric comic that focuses on depth filled and well written female characters, at least in comparison to other comics... Rusty seems to be really stuck on making all of her lesbian and WLW relationships completely black and white

Every single relationship in Leasebound is portrayed as a overly wholesome, romantic and healthy one, all aside from Riley and Blaire, who are the only actively "toxic" WLW couple in the entire comic, and they're the ones who are bound to split up

Literally nearly none of the other characters in relationships, and I'm honestly halfway expecting that Jaden and Riley will be the same when they eventually get together, seem to have any relationship flaws or any form of up-and-down or personal issues within their relationship, any times any sort of actual conflict is presented between two characters in a relationship, it's usually started or egged on by outside forces, and resolved in little to no time (Such as Poppy and Sardonica, unless Rusty ever actually plans to come back to Poppy's whole worry about trans women and her hair stylist career thing)

Riley and Blaire also don't exactly feel very fleshed out and flawed in their relationship as the couple doomed to break up, because since Rusty hasn't had an actual social interaction with anybody who isn't a nazi wearing a ovary armband, the only actual real conflict that Riley and Blaire have is "Blaire think people might be different gender, Riley no agree but can't say anything"

Which is... Essentially heavily unrealistic and terrible writing all around, even without Rusty's lackluster attempts at making Blaire come off as a "manipulator" who's "trying to brainwash poor innocent pussies into becoming men and trying to mutilate perfect little girls" (I see some of y'all in the comics recent panels comment section, y'all are some fucking weirdos calling Blaire a "predator" and shit. Feels borderline disrespectful to victims of actual predators)

I think what also goes hand-in-hand with this is Rusty's constant infantilization of women, both in her narrative and just in her beliefs in general. She seems to constantly flip-flop and also simultaneously believe that women are #girlboss badass babes who can stand up to the man and kick the man right in the testies, yet god forbid a woman actually has to confront a real life issue, or what Rusty calls a real life issue, dealing with transgender people as even a concept, or dealing with actual real world misogyny, considering Rusty isn't too great at writing about that either, they'll crackle and crumble apart and need to be protected no matter what. She ping-pongs between treating women as untouchable, unbreakable forces, yet the exact opposite when it can be used to demonize transgender women, men and basically any other form of human being she hates.

Call me crazy, but I wouldn't exactly call it good character writing for a lesbian centric/female centric webcomic, when really... Little to none of your characters, in and out of relationships... Are any sort of interesting. Rusty's bigotry being a crucial part of Leasebound is simultaneously to the comic's detriment, because since she focuses so much on hating literally anybody who breathes around her who doesn't have a cooch, her actual regular story and character writing get... Virtually nothing.

It really just goes to show how Leasebound is honestly just a comic for nobody. Nobody except people who are mirrored images of Rusty herself. This comic is for transphobic white women with underlying yet rampant racism problems, and basically nobody else. As an AFAB individual, even if I were to look at this through a TERF perspective, considering every TERF I've come across on here believes without a doubt that I'm just a straight woman who deserves to get fucked, I just wouldn't be able to get into this comic because there would be nothing for me here. It's so insanely exclusive for a comic that promotes "trans exclusive inclusivity".

Which I guess makes it fun for us Leasebound enthusiasts on the side of clowning on the comic, considering it means that we all get to be creative and build from the ground up where Rusty hasn't built anything. But... Doesn't exactly make it any less disappointing

Rusty... Ain't exactly too good at actually writing lesbian relationships, which is... Kind of what we're supposed to be here for outside of her bigotry.

[madhatterbri]

Family Cook Out | C.C.

Summary: Christian roasts your family.

Author's Note: Just laugh yall.

Much thanks to @99hook for the idea. My favorite Hook girl to "argue" with.

To this day you still didn't know what you were thinking when you invited Christian to your family Cook Out. Your mother has met all your lovers and Christian shouldn't be any different. Sure he was older than you and wasn't the quiet guys you used to date but he loved you and you were sure he would love your family too.

"Please be on your best behavior," you pouted while looking at him. His face looked at you sternly. He wasn't sure when he wasn't on his best behavior. People didn't like to hear the truth. It wasn't his fault. If anything people should be thanking him. All the advice he gave people was free.

The two of you sat in the backyard. Your family greeting each other. They heard about Christian and were trying to avoid you as long as possible. One by one they cautiously approached you and one by one he cut them down.

Your police officer sister was the first to come up. She was used to dealing with asshole men. This guy couldn't possibly scare her. After a minute she walked away from him muttering.

"What? She made straight C's in school. Not everyone could have your brains, babe," he smiled and kissed your temple.

Christian's next victim was your cousin. He was a chiropractor and the only doctor in the family. You always enjoyed hyping him up. Your cousin embraced you.

"This is Joseph. Doctor Joseph Taylor. He is my cousin," you smiled widely. Christian smiled and looked at him. Maybe this guy could be worth a damn in this party.

"Well, hello. It's nice to meet you. What did you study in?"

"I'm a chiropractor,"

"Oh, honey, no. He isn't a doctor. You don't need a medical degree to be a doctor. Don't insult real doctors," Christian sighed and rubbed your cheek with his thumb. Your cousin's face turned red with anger. You gave him an apologetic look. He turned on his heel and walked away.

"Christian!" You chastised.

"What? He doesn't have a medical degree. He is not a doctor,"

The insults continued before lunch time. The Kindergarten teacher wasn't smart enough to teacher older kids. Christian talked down to her while discussing colors. The hair stylist that owned her own salon. She was bald. How could she possibly be any good? Your newspaper editing cousin wasn't any good with writing and that was why her book was never going to be published.

"Lunch time," your mother announced to the hungry crowd once she placed the last dish down on the waiting tables. Everyone formed a line to get their meal. You handed Christian a plate while serving yourselves.

"Look, they made poutine for you. My cousin wanted you to try it since he knows you are Canadian," you smiled and placed some on his plate. Christian looked at the food cautiously before taking a bite. His face scrunched before he spit the food on the ground.

"Christian!" You screeched. The food laid in a heap on the fresh cut grass. The ants started to come out to eat the meal.

"Oh no. The ants are going to die eating this. Do we have an animal doctor here? Get comfortable chiropractor. These ants need a real doctor," Christian announced while placing his plate on the buffet table. Your mom apologized and walked over to you.

"I'm sorry, mom. He's just really tired," you apologized. Your mother continued to apologize over her shoulder while ushering you two inside.

"Why don't you two have a nice date night? Show Christian the town, my love," she smiled with gritted teeth. You nodded and hugged her closely. Life working in AEW was hard and you wanted to soak up a little more time with her.

"You made the yard look amazing, mama. I can see why you opened your own lawn service business," you complimented. "Dad would be so proud,"

"Her best work must be done at other homes," he remarked after your mother left to rejoin the party.

[unchataparis]

Danse du Diamant Masqué

Liladrien Week 2024 | Day Five: Incognito

Béyonce asked the most socially relevant question of their generation: what’s worse? Looking jealous or crazy?

Of course, Queen Bey doesn’t really have a leg to stand on taking Jay-Z back after making all that fuss about his cheating, it doesn’t really teach him a lesson, no? In Lila’s experience, people don’t learn unless they’re punished or suffers some kind of retribution for their crimes. Even the kindest, most well-intentioned people still fuck up when they’re not taught properly, and who can blame them? We’re social creatures, bred to survive in societies, and how can we learn if our society continues to accept us again and again no matter what we do?

Men have it so easy. They can do whatever they want, break however many hearts, dispose of however many girls, and their statuses as mummy and daddy’s shiny perfect example of human perfection will never fade. Men can do whatever they want to their wives as long as they keep earning money, and everything will be seen as A-OK.

Paris’ Diamonds’ Dance is the most inane gala of its sort that Lila has seen. She had attended such events back in Milan and especially in the US – oh, those Americans were crazy about ostentatious displays of wealth –  except they called those what they were, jamborees and debutante balls, instead of this masquerade bullshit.

The venue is nice, Lila has to admit, and so is the catering. The techno-bass music is pushing it, through. What happened to good, ol’ classic Mozart?

White, as far as Lila can see, glossy marble tiles and reflective mirror ceilings and glittering ivory tables. Teenagers ranging from age twelve to eighteen meanderingand mingling on the monotonous disco dance floor, dressed in an array of blank couture.

The rule is that they could not represent brands, they cannot wear any shade apart from white. This is a serious , very important social occasion, after all, and not an opportunity to push the latest collection of whatever luxury fashion house they’re the brand ambassadors of. But that doesn’t prevent the attendees from showing up in the most outlandish garbs while following attire rules.

A girl ahead of Lila is dressed like a petunia flower, great big sails of ivory, crimp-edged fabric jutting from her rear and hips. Her friend whom she is talking to has a train nearly two metres long, flowing down her back like a cotton waterfall, which she has gathered up and is carrying in her arms after too many people had trodded on it by accident. Lila suspects that the decision was inspired by economic means as well as trying to prevent the foot-shaped stains from showing. A boy, who has tried to ask Lila to dance until she picked up his intentions and repelled him through the disdainful force of her glare alone, dons a top hat and a tailcoat, and is practising his pick-up artistry on two new victims. The most well-dressed person on the floor, in Lila’s opinion, is the man currently sampling from the buffet table, whose wool suit and iridescent coat are so uncomplicated as to be ethereal. But even he couldn’t compare to the King of the ball.

Ah – Lila feels like such a poor Cinderella, with none of the influence and the riches of her peers. Her dress isn’t haute couture, just a slinky, littlecream number she picked up from Ferragamo hours before the event and she did her own make-up.

An entire army of stylists and designers probably sweated over Tsurugi Kagami, her preparation probably started a week ago, with facials and massages and manicures, until she resembles a perfect scarlet icicle.

She sits there at the top of the podium in the ballroom, the only colour represented , a drop of blood in a glass of milk. Swathed in a scarlet kimono, her hair is pinned back by chrysanthemum pins and her lips are such a juicy cherry red, Lila would kiss them herself if Adrien doesn’t .

Adrien, right beside her, in an immaculate, tailored suit and satin tie. He appears almost simple, but of course when you look like Adrien Agreste, nothing is ever simple on you. They’re effortless, celestial, phenomenal. With golden hair and blond lashes the length of Lila’s badly-paintedfingernails and glass skin, Adrien could be twiddling his thumbs there in a white T-shirt for all anyone cares and he’ll still outshine the entire floor. 

FYI, the man with the wool suit and the iridescent coat is the best dressed. Not the best looking.

Read the rest on Ao3 here.

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Put On Your Raincoats | Wild Goose Chase (Stagliano, 1991)

This is a wrestling-themed porno noir, but as the title suggests, narrative tightness is not one of its concerns. Like John Stagliano’s seminal earlier work The Adventures of Buttman, there is an implicit derision here of the idea of plot-based pornography, but also like that movie, the results are not so much smug and condescending as half-assed and goofy. Calling this a noir parody would probably be a stretch, as it doesn’t try too hard to ape the real thing stylistically, and there aren’t too many actual jokes here aside from a running gag about inflatable geese. This is definitely in the vibes over gags vein of comedies from the era, and it helps that Stagliano casts as the protagonist not himself nor his frequent leading man Rocco Siffredi, but Joey Silvera, someone who can actually act and gets intentional laughs from the material. I won’t pretend any of this is particularly sophisticated, but I got a good chuckle when Silvera, dressed in retina-searing tights, gets his ass kicked in the wrestling ring by a bunch of bikini babes. "Jesus Christ, lady, this is fake, isn't it?"

Stagliano himself does appear in a supporting role as a photographer, who tries to convert Silvera into a butt man like himself and expounds on his passion with unexpected poetry:

"This is the most magnificent sight in the world, isn't it? Oh, I love the... ass, tush, rear end, derriere, posterior, bottom. It's incredible the number of words we have for this, most beautiful thing in the world."

I fear he is not one of our great actor-directors, and is perhaps a better thesaurus than a thespian. But I got a good chuckle out of that line. And the movie carries on in the spirit of his words, featuring, like his other films, plenty of shots of nice looking butts.

This is shot on film, which I don’t think is fully conducive to Stagliano’s usual style, as the shot lengths are shorter than what would be possible on video and the camerawork is less fluid. He does get an amusing stylistic running joke with POV slasher-style sequences where the “victims” are poked with something less lethal than you get in actual slasher movies. And there’s some decent stylization with the black background and harsh lighting in the wrestling sequences. Also, I know fuck all about wrestling, but I appreciated that the fights are done with more effort and physical exertion that I expected.

Pornographically speaking, the girls here all have big hair and shapely derrieres, so if that’s your type, you’ll probably enjoy this. There’s lots of long ass in this, is what I’m getting at. I always enjoy seeing Jeanna Fine, who earned a permanent place in my heart thanks to Party Doll A Go-Go!, and her interrogation-turned-threesome with Sean Michaels and TT Boy is easily the highlight of the movie, thanks to her energetic performance and husky voiced dirty talk. Sadly she’s only in this for a few minutes, so it isn’t a perfect movie.

[mountphoenixrp]

We have a new citizen in Mount Phoenix:

          Lupin Miya-Choi, a 26 year old son of Xbalanque.          He is a freelance stylist.

FC NAME/GROUP: S. Coups ; Seventeen CHARACTER NAME: Lupin Miya-Choi AGE/DATE OF BIRTH: July 26, 1996; 26 years PLACE OF BIRTH: Milan, Italy OCCUPATION: Freelance Stylist(Hair, Make-up, Fashion) HEIGHT: 178 cm (5’10”) WEIGHT: 65 kg (143 lbs) DEFINING FEATURES: Small claw scar marks  on his right shoulder.

PERSONALITY: Lupin is the quiet wallflower. Lupin does prefer the companionship of others, but he often lets them take the lead, carefully and intently listening to them as they speak. While his features appear rather intimidating, he is the kindest of souls, going out of his way to protect others and help them. After so many attempts to his parent’s and fan’s lives, he has grew rather hardened and hesitant in creating close relationships, leaning toward more surface value friendships. Lupin is best known for his creativity. He was well known for his acting skills, gaining the audience’s attention. He is talented with his words, but his ability to design and fashion anyone reigns superior. He was to be a well-known star, but his need for privacy overwhelmed his talents.

HISTORY: Love had always been an opportunist. In a wild and crazy girl’s trip to an all-inclusive resort on the coastline of Mexico, two friends would start in the arms of the same lover, and they would leave soon to begin their own love story. It would only take weeks after that the friends would discover their pregnancies, and banding together, it would not take long before the pair were entangled together and ready for a future as wives and co-parents.

Lupin was blessed to Mihyeon Choi, a famous actress in popular movies and dramas with several high level modeling contracts around the world. The pairing of his mother and Sakura’s allowed him to flourish into the silent wallflower that he was. The children soon became exposed to the life of their parents, with many days studying in the back of dressing rooms or taking abroad vacations as their parents work. Lupin started young, acting as the son in many of his mother’s acting gigs. The male quickly began to grow a name for himself for his own ability to act.

When they pair started approaching their high school years, Sakura and him started to encounter creatures of mystical means, driven to their family for reasons of which they could never determine. By nature, they had always been aware of their natural talent to fight, something spurred by simple defense courses and grew further in their training. But as they two started to tackle real monsters that once appeared in his mother’s shows and her beloved books, it would be the brief appearance of their fated father that would make everything make sense. Their powers were a threat to these deadly monsters, and because of that, their mother’s were in danger.

As if in sync, the siblings knew they had to go to protect those they loved.

Sakura’s modeling gigs and the new offers for acting roles for Lupin became their perfect excuse to leave. And, as they left, that same trouble seemed to follow them. Lupin and Sakura managed to be the perfect team, and in between their many sets, the two found themselves going from the victim to seeking those monsters. With a dangerous concoction of confidence and perceived invincibility, the two tackled many monsters in the years that followed their departure, just as their name grew like their parent’s within the industry.

Lupin finally landed his first lead role in a mafia-style Korean drama. His ability to fight and his native ability to speak Italian made him the perfect cast. He became widely popular nearly overnight, and while he enjoyed the work, it was very evident after the series ended that he had bit off far too much to chew with this level of fandom. Having seen it through the guise of his mother, he thought he would fare well, but soon, he would notice strange behavior that made him want to retract immediately from the spotlight. Stubbornness was the only thing that stopped him for he had seen how proud his family was of him. He did not want that to end.

With the success of his drama, he had taken up the role of a second male lead destined for heartbreak in a high school themed k-drama. He had hoped the lesser role would help settle down his fame, but it became obvious that the audience fell in love with his character, nearly favoring it over the main characters. In this time, the strange behavior seemed to increase: missing items, hair-raising chills, and the constant feeling of never being alone. Though most knew of the sibling’s relationship, it would be one fateful night that the two would run into the cause, a crazed fan with now murderous intention due to his close proximity to her.

In a deliberate fight, the source of such contention would be found through the dangers of a poor soul trapped by a succubus. The sibling’s knack once again showed it’s head, and the pair managed to save the fan from the entrapment. However, it paid a price. As Lupin helped the woman back home safely, he vowed to never act again, to hide behind fake personas and pen names so that no one else can be hurt. He had been miserable for ages that he had to leave his mothers for their protection, but the prospect of those who supported him following under such danger, it scared him to his core.

And so, his brief introduction to the famous life became short-lived. His most devoted fans still followed his works, as he left the big screen to support his sister by taking over the spot of her personal assistant. He still managed to delve in his creativity in his creation of Sakura’s stunning makeup and hair styling to high fashion that he developed behind the scenes. He soon started to feel more comfortable, between that and the many monsters they started to rid the world with either by accident or purpose.

However, their enjoyment would not last long. On a trip to Japan, the two would investigate a dangerous nogitsune in the woods not far from their set. While settled in such a beautiful sight, from roaring waters to mountain peaks in the distance, this battle would nearly be their last. In a haze of magic, poison, and blades, the battle would wound all sides, but as the poison in the air seemed to faze Lupin the most, the monster found the other to be the weak end. With Sakura as his target, their face changed to that of the panting Lupin.

In a whirlwind of confusion, Sakura managed in the nick of time to make the right move, but it did not leave her unharmed, taking a hard hit. However, it saved their life, allowing Lupin to muster up enough strength to end the life of the monster. Lupin had no time to celebrate their win, because he knew both of their lives were still endangered. And with what strength he had left, he scooped up his sister and took them to a place their godly father mentioned to them years ago: Mount Phoenix. It would be the only place to give the two a chance to survive.

PANTHEON: Mayan CHILD OF: Xbalanque POWERS: Lupin, by nature, is very valiant and heroic. Despite his more quiet nature, most individuals find a liking to him without even the help of his kind personality.. Skilled in weapons and combat, Lupin and his sister have a propensity toward defeating dangerous creatures and monsters. STRENGTHS: Creative, Compassionate, Caring WEAKNESSES: Stubborn, Reserved, Distant

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"as the tides turn" (c.m.)

CHAPTER FOUR: "A Mint Green Breakthrough" (4/5)

check the first chapter/post for more details :) this episode features a bit of product placement ft. rossi. LMAO

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As the kids went off to the hospital to meet with Katrina, Rossi found himself returning to the salon. Now, he’s had his fair share of relationships, and he understood that women enjoyed a little self-care day from time to time. Or, more accurately, week to week. Manicures, facials, pedicures, hair cuts every month. He held no judgment and respected when people took care of their appearance. Now, their victims, Mary-Anne and Sam, their only tie together was the salon.

Garcia pulled records of appointments and cross-checked them with the girl’s calendars and text messages, but there hadn’t been any overlap. But, there was something here. Something they were missing. As much as he hoped Katrina would be able to give a statement to Reid and Wren, he suspected the girl would be in shock, suffering not only physical trauma but emotional trauma as well.

Poor kid, he thought, shaking his head.

He stepped into the salon, greeted by the pretty receptionist with a smile and a “How can I help you, officer?”

Rossi scanned the shelves of KISS nail polish. They were pleasantly organized by color, ranging from dramatic, shimmery shades to muted, soft mattes that would be perfect for a wedding or bridal shower.

“Do you mind checking your records again for me?” he asked, “did a Katrina Xenos have any appointments in the past?”

The receptionist, whose name was Chloe, began clicking her orange-painted nails across the keyboard.

“Um…” She snapped her gum. “In two weeks from today, our stylist had an appointment with Katrina, yes.”

“Did Katrina ever book a manicure?” He needed to rule out whether or not this was a preference for the unsub or if the cutting and trimming had been a forensic countermeasure.

“Yeah, she got a gel manicure about a week ago.” Chloe grabbed a minty-green bottle of KISS nail polish from the shelf and set it in front of Rossi. “This is the color she got if that like matters.”

It might and it might not. Rossi took a photo of it and sent it to Wren and Reid, asking if Katrina still had the manicure or not.

“A gel manicure is more expensive, right?”

“Yeah, but it like lasts way longer,” Chloe said, “and you have to come back to us.”

“Right, because the nails undergo a UV treatment.” He recalled that Samantha and Mary-Anne had gotten basic manicures. Their lifestyles, and income, supported the less expensive option.

“Uh-huh.”

“If someone tried to remove a gel manicure at home, how difficult would that be?”

Chloe made a face. “It’s not like impossible, but you’d definitely damage your nails if you’re not careful. That’s why we tell people to come back here.”

“Thank you,” Rossi said while pulling out his phone and dialing Aaron’s number. The unit chief picked up on the second ring. “I think our unsub is trimming their nails right before he kills them,” he said as he left the business.

“So, we were right, it’s a forensic countermeasure to avoid his DNA getting under their nails.”

“Katrina had a gel manicure,” Rossi continued, “which is more labor-intensive to remove.”

“And the unsub functions on a strict timetable.”

“Exactly. I think he got spooked when Wren said we found DNA and didn’t want to risk it. He doesn’t fit the profile of a sadist. He’s not getting off on torture. Otherwise, he’d just remove the nails completely.”

“It’s the method that’s key. Good work, David. I’ll call Garcia and have her pull records of any fatal drownings in the area.”

Rossi said, “Have her go back at least twenty-five years and check for accidents, too. Near-death experiences with water – especially the ocean.”

“That’s going to be a big range.”

“Focus on suspects with siblings and cross-check that with our suspect pool of maintenance workers.”

“You think the unsub experienced a loss?”

Rossi looked at the picture on his phone of the minty-green KISS nail polish. “Do you want to know who else loves to paint their nails and play mermaids by the ocean?”

“Young girls,” Aaron guessed.

“Bingo.” Rossi turned the key in the ignition. He disconnected the call with Aaron. The profile was coming together. They had almost all the pieces. Just as he was about to shift the car into reverse, Chloe, the receptionist came running toward him. Rossi rolled down his window.

“I just remembered something!” she announced, her large hoop earrings swung and reflected the hot, Florida sunlight in shimmery flashes of gold. Rossi gestured for her to continue.

“It was something Katrina said during her appointment when she was picking out a color. I asked why she was going with ‘Sweet Mint’ when she could pick ‘Midnight Rain’ which I thought would be more flattering.” She took a deep breath. “She said that a guy at a party had that color on, like his shirt you know? And she hoped to see him again and you know like have that be a conversation starter.”

Rossi smiled at the young woman. “That’s helpful, thank you.”

He dialed Garcia while driving and asked the tech-genius to scour through Katrina’s social media and the social media of her friends and sorority sisters, around the time of the party, to check for any pictures of a man wearing a mint-green shirt. He sent her the picture of the KISS nail polish, assuming that Katrina was the type of girl to color-match, and suggested that they interview Katrina’s friends again and see if anyone remembered Katrina talking to anyone at the party. Not only did it seem that Katrina’s choice to get a gel manicure had saved her life, but there were decent odds that the unsub was at the party. His hunting ground was narrowing which meant the radius would tighten and tighten until they either found a place of employment, residence, or better yet—wherever the unsub had killed these women. He rolled the profile over in his mind as he drove.

White. Late twenties to early thirties. Physically fit. Attractive or at least personable enough to schmooze with college students. Non-threatening and has had access to all his victims. Likely experienced a traumatic death of a young sister. He lived or grew up in the area.

Mary-Anne’s apartment showed no signs of forced entry, but her landlord said that she had put in a maintenance request about three weeks before she went missing. Unfortunately, the request hadn’t been completed, but Rossi would bet a crisp hundred dollars that the unsub knew about the request and entered her apartment under the guise of a repairman.

Samantha Maloney lived with her parents, but they were out of town when she was taken. Her parent’s phone records show that they called several different plumbing companies for quotes, but all the background checks on the employees of each business had come back clean.

Rossi didn’t think the unsub was a student. His schedule was too erratic and someone would notice if he was skipping classes. But what if…

He called Garcia.

“You've reached the all-knowing oracle,” she said, "what is your request?"

“Pull records of drop-outs or students that were expelled from local universities within the unsub’s hunting ground and dump sites,” Rossi said, “and compare that with our suspect pool.”

“I shall cast my net and see what I catch, my love.”

“Thanks, Garcia.”

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[Chapter Five -> ]

Rossi: "This is the best nail polish I've ever seen." Honest to god, I just selected it because I have a Kiss nail file on my desk and I was like "That's a brand."

ROLL THE D12! 12 The most recently mentioned character's actor has decided to leave the show. You must write them out in this chapter. If you are brave, also roll a d12. 1--6, they were well loved and their sendoff must be as flowery as possible. 7--12, they were despised by the cast and crew. Mulch them.

Okay, Garcia. Take us home.