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pearl484-blog · 2 years

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Writing Gabriel Agreste

One of my pet peeves in Miraculous Ladybug fanfics is people writing Gabriel Agreste as extremely physically abusive. Not just physically abusive though, going all the way straight to extreme physical harm with no buildup. Your normal abuser doesn’t go from cold and neglectful to putting you in a choke hold or breaking your arm. It’s more of a slow build than that. One of the strengths of Miraculous Ladybug is that Gabriel Agreste is an abusive jerk, certainly, but I can also completely understand and sympathize with why Adrien won’t just run away when he has a chance and even defends his father. I can see the gradual build up of abuse, and those small moments that make Adrien want to stay, to believe that there is hope for him and his father to have a happy relationship.

For ALL of his MANY, MANY flaws, Gabriel does have a few small moments of kindness. He sits Adrien down and watches a movie with him (after throwing him off a building). He puts some of Adrien’s childish scribbles in his office (which he destroys in a calculated move in the Collector). He lets Adrien go to school (and threatens to pull him out in order to get what he wants regularly).

For Gabriel, his abuse is more emotional and neglectful. I don’t get the feeling that he’s being an abuser because the writers want him to be an abuser (which is sadly common). He has “reasons” and “justifications”. He’s busy fixing his family. Adrien will understand. Adrien may be sad, but he’s always been overemotional. All of what he’s doing will be worth it in the end. But its not. It’s not worth it. He’s a toxic person, and people are showing more and more signs of just being done with it all as the show goes on. Unfortunately, because he IS an abuser -and thankfully, it is something that a lot of the fandom realizes-, it CAN be tempting to completely take the abuse too far too fast for it to seem realistic.

If you do start to write Gabriel, I find it helpful to keep a list of all current transgressions and Gabriel’s internal justications. Some of the ones he’s voiced in canon are: “Adrien is just too emotional” “I’m doing what’s best for this family” “I just need to know” “It’s your fault I thought [x]” “It’s a risk, but I have this under control” “I’m keeping you safe” “I’m doing this because you didn’t behave right”. Make sure with each new transgression, you ask yourself, does this fit with the others?

Make sure any new escalation isn’t TOO big a jump, and typically has a (disproportionate) reason. New security measures? Something is making Gabriel anxious. Financial abuse? Adrien is simply too young to worry about these things. He just doesn’t have the real world experience to not make excuses. Physical harm? Start small and work your way up. Yes, Gabriel accidentally let marks on Adrien grabbing him and dragging him, but really, he should’ve listened. Or have the physical just be a means to get the reaction he wants. Non-consensual drugging, sleep deprivation, food restrictions.

Always remember, he is keeping control over Adrien. If he goes too fast or goes too strong, Adrien will freak out and run. Adrien’s good at justifying things, but he’s not stupid enough to just go “Oh my dad throwing me off a building is just a bad coping strategy”. Gabriel, deep down, knows it. So, I also find it helpful to keep a list of possible Adrien justifications to keep myself in check.

Yes, Adrien can get fed up and leave anyways, but if I can’t think of an Adrien justication with all the other behavoirs in mind, it’s too fast. If it’s only just a little worse than something Adrien’s handeled before though, he’ll handle it again. Or if he thinks that no one will believe that something is a bad thing.

Of course, there is one exception. If Gabriel’s prepping to akumatize his son, then he’ll go for the throat fast and hard to overwhelm his son with maximum fear, shock, confusion, and betrayal. It does make for a powerful weapon. Unfortunately, as Chat Blanc has shown us, it’s only too powerful sometimes.

#parental abuse #gabriel agreste #miraculous ladybug

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daisy-room · 4 months

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Haikyuu Fic Recommendations for my Favorites

Ushijima

1. One Summer Day; unexpected love. Truly an amazing trope. This story takes place in high school and I want to eat the writing. Like it’s so good, and so beautifully done. (Not completed) @hiraethwa

Tendo

1. Custom Action Figure; this whole series is hilarious and I suggest checking it out. It made me smile and they have a lot of characters for it. @darthferbert

Oikawa

1. Supportive Boyfriend Oikawa; the way I simp over this man needs to be studied in a lab. These headcannons are literally adorable. Like I want all of this. I want him to teach me how to serve (totally don’t play volleyball it’ll be like when people pretend to not know how to play like pool) I love this man. @miksy63

2. Binary Stars; SMAU for my favorite boy like ever. It’s a little angsty but that’s to be expected when the characters don’t talk to each other smh. It’s fine in the end and it’s a nice short one, definitely worth the read @causenessus

3. Sweet Things; AHHHH! So cute!!!! Sweet things he does for you in the relationship. @cherrye

4. You Know How to Ball, I Know Aristotle; really cute Smitten Oikawa with a studious/nerdy reader. So fluffy I love it @lovingache

5. Pass, pass -oh smash; I may be a little biased but- I LOVE THIS. LITERALLY SO CUTE I ACTUALLY GIGGLED AND KICKED MY FEET. And I got a pretty amazing mutual out of it 😌 @chocolate-milk-enthusiast

6. In the spirit of matrimony; IT HURT SO BAD OMFG. GUYS I'M THROWING UP/POS @sokuroo

Iwaizumi

Catch me if I fall; AVE it hurt so bad guys, but it also healed me in some way. please go read literally anything that Ave writes!!! @hiraethwa

Bruised; I went feral over this fr. Like I haven't had time to finish it but what I have read it's literally so good omg. Guys please. I'm going to have to make a special section for some people fr. @/eggyrocks

Rot; GUYS PLEASE. I COULD GO ON ABOUT ROT FOR SO LONG. IF NOTHING ELSE ON THIS LIST PLEASE READ ROT. IT'S SO WELL WRITTEN AND IT JUST HITS SO HARD, LIKE THE PEOPLE ARE SO WELL THOUGHT OUT AND HUMAN. LIKE PLEASE READ THIS. THE ENDING IS SO SWEET AND PERFECT. @eggyrocks

Mattsun

Hot To Go; Dodger I fr love this. Like it's so funny and whimsy. AND it's Mattsun!!! It's so hard to find good Mattsun fics I swear </3 (mndi!!!!) @/nectardaddy

Kiyoko

1. Inked- Cute Smau where Y/N owns a tattoo shop and Kiyoko is a flower shop owner. This is really cute and brings a smile to my face with the antics of all the characters. @eggyrocks (they also have some other SMAUs I would say to consider checking out)

Bokuto

1. Secret S/O; various MSBY boys that during an interview accidentally reveal your relationship. This was another cute and funny one that you should definitely check out! @weneeya

Osamu

1. How deep is your love?; various people and headcannons about your relationship. If you can’t tell I’m a sucker for sweet sappy things. These are so sweet. @sweetheartsaku

2. Sharing an Umbrella; Pretty self-explanatory, you forget your umbrella and Osamu shares his with you. It’s really cute!!! @suplicyy

3. You're Here, that's the thing; Osamu. I love this man and it's childhood friends to lovers and sfdkjsjfdsfd WHEN I TELL YOU I ATE THIS UP OMG. @kirschteinoir

4. Time To Cool Off; I love love love this. Her stopping in to see him brings me joy. So much joy <333 him having to deal with the Karen is </3 like LET ME HELP!!!!! I'M IN CULINARY SCHOOL!!! @lou-struck

5. Interviewing to be the baker @ onigiri miya; WYR I LOVE THIS FIC. AS A BAKER MYSELF IT FILLS ALL OF MY NEEDS. I NEED OSAMU BIBLICALLY (you can decide what that means) LIKE MMMMM. @afyrian

Atsumu

1. He’s Trouble; Fratboy! Atsumu with a female reader. I just know this series is going to get more and more funny with each chapter and I’m very excited to see where it goes @lowkeyremi

2. Egoist; guys- I binged this whole thing in like one sitting. It was so well written. Like I enjoy that we got a choice at the end to forgive him and that we weren't forced to forgive him. It made me so skjfnskfbskdbfashkdf you know??? anyway this is def worth the read!! @suhkusa (mdni!!!)

Sakusa

This is My Solemn Vow; Prince and Princess Sakusa and Reader who get married and learn to love each other again. This is a slow burn and it’s beautifully written (not completed) @jinchuls 2. Domesticity; Sav!!!! This was adorable omg!! guys please if you need happy wholesome fluff read this <3333 @akaakeis

Kita

1. Behind the phone; THIS LITERALLY IS SO CUTE AND I THINK IT HEALED SOMETHING IN ME.@t4kalcvr (ongoing)

2. '88 Ford; Omg. I have so many things to say guys. I love this story, I know I keep saying that about the recs on this list but this fr made me giggle. I was giggling and kicking my feet and twirling my hair. The little things that made them love each other. The way that they care about each other. Yn isn't a pushover and can very well take care of herself. Omg this is fr fsjfbskhbshdf I love this. @nectardaddy

Suna

Take the edge off; Okay, so I read this on Ao3 first but this is legit so good. It made me so happy and I think it made me cry at least once. I'm not really a smut reader but I love how Honee writes smut- like idk it's digestible for me <3 I love how this is written, amazing. so many thoughts and emotions. @honeekyuu (minors DON'T interact.)

Caught in the web; I've been on a spiderman kick...I think it's eggy's fault with the poll and series they're doing. This is so cute though, like give me fifteen of them <3333 @sunafc

LOVE NOTES; OMG GUYS PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE. READ THIS!! IT'S SO FLIPPING CUTE. I LOVE THIS SERIES WITH MY WHOLE HEART AND I NEED ALL I CAN GET OF IT. @causenessus

Time of your life; FOAMING AT THE MOUTH. Omg guys is Suna in the favorites favorites now?? he has so many fics now...anyways- this fic was really cute!!!! I loved it so much!!!! @sunarots

Talk Too Much; guys, I don't think you understand how much I love this author. they seem to always hit the mark with the things they write. It brings me so much joy and skjbd I fr just can't put into words how much I love this story <33333 @/honeekyuu

Kuroo

1. Work Wife; You’re Kuroo’s work wife but when training a new person he gets jealous. The ending is so funny! I love it!!! @kaiijo

2. Work from Home; Kuroo is working from home and shenanigans ensue. This one is a little suggestive so be warned. @mewnbun

3. Ghost of You; Ave is a monster guys, like this is so well written and it hurts so bad omg. Like screaming, crying, throwing up all at once. This fic killed me. Like what do you mean they don't live happily ever after???? This destroyed me and I'm so excited for the spin-off series. @/hiraethwa

4. Lovebirds; This was so cute. I love him being her work husband. IT MADE ME SO HAPPY. I LIKE THAT HE WAS HER LITERALLY HER HUSBAND AT WORK. HJBBBBG I LOVE LOVE LOVE. @yogurtkags

Kai's Special Division!!!

This is author's who's works I love. Like literally everything they write! I shall link their masterlists here <333

Ness <3

Dodger <3

Honee (mdni)

Ave <3

Eggy <3

Wyr <3

Molly

Sav <3

I will be adding more to this as I find new recommendations :)

As you can see I definitely don’t have a favorite character 🥰 (note the sarcasm as Oikawa’s section is like 3 fics longer than everyone else)

psst- this is getting a lot of attention for some reason let me shamelessly plug myself @tulip-room (some of the fics are 18+ so minors and ageless blogs stay away from those but my fluff and angst fics go right ahead)

#kai is a simp #kai’s recommendations #haikyu x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #daichi x reader #tendo x reader #ushijima x reader #oikawa x reader #matsukawa x reader #hanamaki x reader #kuroo x reader #akaashi x reader #bokuto x reader #iwaizumi x reader #osamu x reader #osamu miya x reader #atsumu x reader #sakusa x reader

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theminecraftbee · 3 years

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I’m currently watching joe hills for this au I thought of and omg there is nothing on the planet that could have prepared me for the way this man talks??? How does he go from “You already put in hourglasses to repersent the inexorable crawl of time ^^” to “you don’t feel the burn you feel the learn 🕶” like???? I didnt even know inexorable was a word till now and he just says it like it’s nothing, also the fact everytime he gets hurt he goes “my body!“ like sir???? you wanna explain that??? i mean all this in the most /pos way it’s just funny

you are experiencing the Joe Hills Difference.

...honestly he talks a little like how i do sometimes - i tend to accidentally use big words that no one knows what i mean, because i read too much so i don't know that people don't use them. and then i immediately throw in slang i heard somewhere recently. it's like that, except more... joe hills. and also more tennessee.

also he's better at just dropping random raw lines on the fly, a skill he actively cultivates, along with his ability to rhyme on the spot. like, he talks in a very unique way, but he also practices it, which only hones its entertainment value. have you noticed how good he is at just picking up puns or sideways ways to go about things? because he's very, very good at improving off of something that's currently happening with an idle pun or a very silly and purposefully obtuse way of looking at what's currently going on. this is one of the things that i appreciate about how he talks.

more "ways joe hills talks that i appreciate" that you probably won't catch in videos: he is very, very good at improving the wrong answer to questions he's asked in the most obtuse way possible (normally with a pun or a deliberate misunderstanding). he Does Not pronounce acronyms or internet names that probably contain acronyms correctly. ever. still remember the time he decided "mcyt" stands for "eleven-hundred yites". also, "it's fine. it's fine!", a thing that both he and cleo do that i'm pretty sure they probably picked up from each other. also, saying "womp womp" when something goes wrong.

...i went on a RANT here but basically. i appreciate how he talks a lot. and i know for a fact some of it is just the natural Joe Hills Difference but also it's really entertaining and he does put practice into it. it takes like, significant cleverness, it’s really hard to improv stuff like that on the fly.

i am glad you ALSO appreciate how he talks a lot,

#answered #joe hills #because i think. this counts as more propaganda #anyway if you pay attention a lot of how he talks is super clever! he has to be very sharp to pick up on the connections he does!#but yes also it's kind of wild if you aren't used to that style of communication

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dragon-kazansky · 3 years

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Say please | Helmut Zemo

Requested by anon

Warnings: SMUT! Female Reader!

It's been a while since I last wrote smut, so I hope I do Zemo justice 💕

Thank you @cherry-season for the Russian pet names.

Seven years is a long time to live without the person you adore most in the world. Not once had you stopped thinking about him though. Baron Helmut Zemo had been on your mind every hour of every day since he was taken from you.

Now, you were lonely, but you could only imagine what he had been through. While you still roamed around on the outside, he was confined to a cell with nothing but his books and his memories for company.

Tonight, while he was here with you, you would give him a far more memorable night than any other. It had been too long and you needed him.

You were tucked up in bed, naked as the day you were born. You didn't plan on messing about, this wasn't going to be a might of just passionate fucking. You were going to make love to him like the world was ending.

Zemo enters the room wearing only his robe. The door closes with a click and he stands with his back to it. His eyes automatically land on you as he stands there.

He was thinking exactly the same thing as you, it would seem. However, you were not about to let him have control.

You hold one hand up, beckoning him over with your finger. His lips curl into a mischievous smirk as he takes purposely slow steps toward the bed. He walks around until he reaches his side, standing there in the low lamp light. His hair is slightly damp and his cologne overwhelms your senses, even from where he stands.

"Great minds think alike."

You grin and sit up slightly, the bedding almost dropping all the way down, but it doesn't. Your bare collarbone is enough for him to know you're not wearing a single thing under there.

"You're overdressed."

"It would seem that way, yes." He pulls lightly on one end of the belt keeping his robe closed. The knot unravels and the belt falls loose, the robe falls open. He was wearing nothing else.

Your eyes travel from his face, down his neck, his chest, all the way down to his very prominent erection.

"Already?"

"Well, when you're all I think about, it's always hard," he gives a sly grin. His eyes focus on how you run your tongue along your bottom lip.

"Get on the bed, my love."

"You're giving me orders?"

"Yes, I am. Get on the bed Helmut."

As Zemo drops the robe to the floor and climbs onto the bed, you throw the sheets off you and get on all fours. You make him lay back, head against the headboard, as you crawl over him. His hands rise to hover over your waist as you bring tour face close to his.

Your nose is overwhelmed by the scent of his cologne and the soap he had used. He smelt good. With slightly parted lips you inhale that scent.

His hands settle on your skin, a need for him to touch you. You settle in his lap and run your hands over his chest. His erection twitching under you. Oh, how could you resist? You roll your hips over him and watches he stutters for a moment. His hand clench at the flesh on your waist.

"You're playing a dangerous game," he hisses quietly against your lips.

"I know. I like danger." You give your hips another roll and kiss him, swallowing the groan he lets out. The kiss is slow, tongues fighting one another. One of his hands trails up your torso to your breast, fondling it harshly. He has you gasping into him.

"How do you like it?" He growls, catching your bottom lip between his teeth.

"I love it, but I'm having my way with you," you say, grabbing his hand and bringing it down to your clit. "Put those fingers to good use, Baron."

His claims your lips again. His fingers work their magic. It starts with just one finger rubbing at your entrance, prodding at you, getting you to squirm in his lap. When you roll your hips over him a third time, he inserts it into you. You have to break the kiss to moan. You look him in the eye with a slight glare. He smirks.

With one hand, you dig your fingers into his hair and pull his head back, you go in to kiss his bare neck, but use your teeth to nibble at him instead. In response, his finger slides in and out of you quicker. You're most likely leaving a mark or two on him.

You lick over the bite mark and sit back up. His lust filled gaze is on you again. He inserts a second finger and try to bite back the groan. It doesn't matter either way, the rise and fall of your chest tells him all he needs to know about what he's doing to you.

"Faster." You groan into his ear.

He pumps his finger faster into you. Your other hand, runs over the hair on his chest, making its way down to his aching erection. Your fingers curl around him and you feel his fingers halt for a second.

His head is tilt back, his eyes staring right at you, lips parted. You run your thumb along his length to test his reaction. You see the way he glares at you. He's begging you with his eyes to do something. Agonisingly slowly, you pump your hand up and down the length of him.

"Don't stop on your end."

He does not play nicely. At the speed his fingers are moving, you're finding it very hard to focus on what you're doing. You can't let him take back full control. You squeeze him, rubbing the tip with your thumb. He slows down. You find your rather again, speeding it up slowly. Painfully slow.

"Y/N." He gives off a warning tone, but you're not paying attention to his voice.

He has to stop pleasuring you because of what you're doing to him. All of a sudden you're speeding up and building up the pressure.

"Y/N!"

You stop. His chest is rising and falling quickly. He goes to grab at your hips again, but tour grab his wrists and push his hands down. You lift your bottom off his lap, letting his erection standing there without anything to rub against. The cool air on his penis makes him feel all the worse.

"No touching," you warn him.

You let go of his hands and pleasure yourself right in front of him. You use one hand on his shoulder as support as the other is busy focusing in yourself.

All Zemo can do is watch.

A part of him wants to take you here and now, but the rest of him is enjoying the show you're putting on for him. He can't resist breaking the rules a little bit. His hand covers your breast, rolling his palm over your nipple. You glare at him, but don't make a move to stop him.

The knot in your stomach tightens. You keep going, pumping those fingers in and out, in and out. You tilt your head back and feel his hand on your breast squeeze.

You soak your fingers as you ride out your first orgasm of the night. When you've come down from your high, you remove your slick fingers from your clit and settle on his lap again. Zemo's erection pokes at your tummy.

"Want a taste?"

His hand is around your wrist in seconds. He brings your hand to his lips and instantly shoves then into his mouth. He sucks on each digit, his tongue running over each finger. The warm wetness of his mouth already turning you on again. You pull your fingers from his mouth slowly.

"Delicious," he licks his lips.

"I wonder how you taste."

You crawl backwards until your face is level with his crotch. He can only watch as you poke your tongue out to lick the tip of his dick. It sends a shiver down his spine. His hands clutch as the sheets on either side of him.

To really make the torment last, you lick along the underside, slowly. The pace you were torturing him with was painfully slow. You were playing with him and he hated it as much as he loved it.

You take the head into your mouth, sucking lightly to start with. He groans, but it's more out of impatience than pleasure. The way you're looking at him tells him you know what you're doing to him.

"Perhaps we should get to main event, my darling?"

You sit up, using your hand to attend to him instead.

"Are you enjoying the attention I'm giving to you?"

Zemo sits up some more, trying to ignore what you're doing to him. He reaches out for you. You let him, deciding to give him a free pass right now. He pulls you back up the bed so you're basically draped over him again, he claims your lips in a hungry kiss.

"I'm done playing games," he growls against your lips.

You kiss him again and situate yourself over his erection. You tease him a little further by rolling your hips over him again, this time with a little more pressure. He groan that escapes his mouth sounds more like a warning this time around.

"котенок."

"What does that mean?"

"Give me what I want and I'll tell you."

"I was suppose to be the one in control here," you mutter, glaring pathetically at him.

"Oh, I'm giving you control, Schatz, but let the wolf have some fun too."

"Any other pet names you to get out before I fuck you senseless?"

Zemo lets out a deep rumble of laughter.

"Mon amour. Anima mia. дорогая."

"OK, I get it. You can speak more languages than I can." You roll your eyes.

"Which one turns you on the most?" He asks, grinning smugly at you.

"All of them."

You align yourself perfectly and take him slowly. His hands on you hips will later definitely leave bruises on you. Once you've taken as much of him as you can, you sit there smugly. Your stubbornness to rile him up is working. Zemo gives a little thrust.

"Ride, my love."

You bring his lips to yours in another hungry kiss, starting slow. The pressure he is applying to your hips with his hands really is indicating he is done with your shit, but the more impatient he is, the more joy you get out of it.

You ride him a little faster. The kissing gets sloppy as he tries to match your quick pace. When you reach the perfect pace, where he hits the right spot, you tip your head back as you clench around him. His grunts and groans are much quieter compared to your own, but you know you're giving him what he wants.

Play time was over.

You look at him as you bounce up and down on his cock in utter bliss. His half lidded eyes are on you and he grins. You can't help but reach up and caress his cheek, he leans into the touch. His arms snake around you and pull you as close to him as possible. He buries his nose into your hair, inhaling the beautiful scent that is simply you. His teeth graze along your neck, the sensation causing you to clench against him further.

"Oh~ The things you do to me," he groans right into your ear.

His sharp thrusts are getting a little hard to keep up with as you lose yourself completely to him. Your nail claw down his bare back as your moans grow in volume.

The knot in your stomach is growing tighter. You practically push Zemo back against the headboard and take hold of his shoulders again as you focus all your attention on riding him hard and fast.

You can barely focus on his hazy gaze. The knot becomes too tight to bare and it's his name that breaks past your lips as you cum all over his cock. A few more sharp snaps from him and you feel him fill you to the brim. You feel every twitch, every drop, inside you.

You sink against his chest. His arms encasing you against him. He presses kisses to the shell of your ear, his pants fluttering your hair. He lets out a little chuckle.

"What's so funny?" You whisper, eyes closed and hand brushing through his dark hair.

"Nothing. I was just wondering who enjoyed that more?"

You chuckle softly.

"Was it worth the wait?"

"More so." He lifts his face from your neck and looks at you. He kisses you softly, savouring the taste of you. You smile, lifting your head away from his.

"I should get off you now."

"I'm not complaining," he mutters quietly.

"Well, maybe we can stay like this a little longer." You rest your against his shoudler, lips brushing against his neck gently. He settles his head against yours and closes his eyes.

He relishes in your warmth. It's going to be a little messy when he pulls out of you, so he will savour this moment of comfort before he starts cleaning up after the pair of you.

He had missed you greatly.

@ajeff855 @moonstuffsteve @sky-writes-stuff @lieutenantn @lostghostgirl94 @friday18eo @yaskna @cherry-season

#tfatws #the falcon and the winter soldier #helmut zemo x reader #helmut zemo #zemo #zemo x reader #zemo smut #marvel #smut

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findingjoynweirdstuff · 3 years

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Dream SMP Recap (June 21/2021) - Prison Podcast: Ep. 1

Techno and Dream start a podcast together. Divine intervention occurs.

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VOD LINKS:

Ponk

Foolish

Technoblade

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- Ponk commits arson

- Foolish works on Las Nevadas in a Batman skin and gets Slime a slime

- Techno and Dream are together in prison. Techno asks if they ever get fed and Dream tosses him some potatoes that he’s been saving. Sam hasn’t been there in two weeks

- Dream tells Techno they torture him

Techno: “You’re getting tortured?”

Dream: “Yes!”

Techno: “Bro I cannot relate at all. That is a you problem. Maybe I’m just like their favorite prisoner so they don’t do that.”

Dream: “They haven’t even been here since you got in here!”

Techno: “That --that could -- also po-- maybe it’s ‘cause they just know that I’m their favorite prisoner. They don’t even have to check up on me ‘cause I’m just so obedient.”

- Dream walks over to the lava

Dream: “I have been in here! For months!”

Techno: “Oh yeah!”

- Dream tosses a potato in the lava

Dream: “Does this hurt you?”

Techno: “...I mean a little.”

- Dream throws another

Techno: “How many of those do you have to be throwin’ them away, man?”

Dream: (mumbling as he walks back) “O-okay well I don’t have that much [unintelligible].”

- Techno comments on how wasteful the Netherite block floor is. He wonders how long it takes to punch through it

- He asks what Dream does for fun. Dream says nothing now. He tells Techno about how he used to have a clock that he’d throw in the lava to get Sam to visit. Techno thinks it sounds like Dream was vandalizing his own property

Dream: “It was something to do, but now there’s nothing.”

Techno: “Well, at least we can hang out and be friends.”

- He starts going up to Dream and bumping them

Techno: “Friendsss.”

Dream: (walking away) “Personal space!”

Techno: “Frie -- bro what personal space! We’re locked in this tiny room!”

- Techno goes over to the lava wall instead

- Dream spends most of his free time writing his diary. Techno asks if he’s published anything to Wattpad

Dream: “...No...”

Techno: “You hesitated.”

- Techno asks for Dream’s pen name. Dream insists he’s never written on Wattpad

Techno: “So it’s a different website, is what you’re saying.”

- Dream instead wants to focus on getting out of prison. Techno asks for his ideas, but Dream says it should be Techno with the ideas

Techno: “Eh, yeah, I’ll get to it later man.”

- Techno encourages Dream to have a more optimistic outlook. Dream says that at least he’s not been tortured since Techno’s been here

Techno: “You gotta go with the flow!”

- Dream walks over to the lava

Techno: “Not that flow -- not -- not that flow. No -- no, don’t go -- don’t go into that flow!”

- Dream steps into the lava and sets himself on fire, then goes over to the water to extinguish it

Techno: “That’s the better flow right there.”

Dream: “See? It’s -- it’s exhilarating.”

Techno: “That’s just -- I would not recommend that. That is not healthy behavior, alright. I think you should see a psychologist.”

Dream: “WHERE?!”

Techno: “I dunno, what kinda prison is this? They don’t have psychologists?”

Dream: “They don’t have anything! They have torture --”

Techno: “I’m startin’ to think they don’t care about our human rights all that much. You were sayin’ you were getting tortured? Who’s been torturing you?”

Dream: “Quackity!”

Techno: “Yeah, that adds up.”

Dream: “Every day!”

- Dream says that Quackity’s torturing him for the revive book, and Techno asks more about how the revival process works. Dream explains that to revive people, he gets a book and then burns it

- Techno asks if it’s an incantation. After learning what ‘incantation’ means, Dream says it’s something like that. He isn’t sure how Schlatt got it in the first place, but he memorized the book and can recreate it

- Techno suggests Dream give the knowledge to him as insurance, but Dream refuses, as they might go after Techno. Techno asks to see the book, but Dream still doesn’t

Dream: “This is like the house situation all over again.”

Techno: “Oh yeah...well on the bright side, you’re not homeless anymore!”

Dream: “True...this is -- to be fair, I did say I had a giant house. This is pretty giant.”

Techno: “It is filled with redstone! I didn’t think you were telling the truth, but here you are. Here you are...how much is rent to live in this boiling cell every day?”

Dream: “It’s...free.”

Techno: “God, that’s incredible.”

Dream: “Except for I get tortured every day!”

Techno: “Well I mean, California rent prices are basically torture so, you know, you take what you can get man, come on.”

- The subject returns to how they haven’t been visited in two weeks. Dream asks what they’re going to do when they get out, but Techno hasn’t thought that far ahead

- Dream writes in his diary that Techno admitted he has a house

- Dream asks Techno about life. When Techno isn’t in a cell, he usually trains to find new forms of combat to get ahead in the arms race for the fight against government

- He also plays golf

- Techno hasn’t spoken to Tommy, hasn’t seen him. He thinks Tommy stole some things from his house a while ago

- Dream then asks how his horse is doing. Techno tells him about his pet foxes and Steve (who is going to break him out of there any second)

- Dream writes these down in his book because it’s hard for him to remember things

- Dream asks who’s feeding his pets. Techno says that Steve can feed himself and it’ll probably be fine for Carl to find grass

- Techno pronounces it as “gif”

- He asks if Dream would like to start a podcast. The Prison Podcast

- Dream wonders what would happen if he tried to revive someone who wasn’t dead

Dream: “What if I try and revive you? What if it goes wrong?”

Techno: “Maybe there’ll be two of me. And then we can be double friends. Wouldn’t that be nice? Two Technoblades?”

Dream: “Well, doubles the likelihood of me getting out of here, but...”

Techno: “Exactly, exactly. The next time they come to visit us in prison, there’s just gonna like be thirty-five Technoblades. And when they try to torture you, I can be like a human meat shield and just wave after wave of Technoblades swarms them and just beats them up.”

- Techno’s okay with trying it, so Dream writes a book and burns it. When they turn around, though, it’s DreamXD who appears

- Techno remembers XD as the person who broke his table, some sort of god

Techno: “You cloned the wrong person! Dream, you fool! Look at him! ...You know that’s actually something I’ve been meaning to ask you -- how come God looks exactly like you? That feels like a question that should’ve occurred to me earlier.”

- Dream doesn’t answer, confused, but asks what they should do. Techno tries talking to him

DreamXD: what are you doing

Techno: chilling

DreamXD: what do you want summoning me

Techno: yo can you grant a wish

DreamXD: one

Techno: i want a bell

- DreamXD gives them a bell and leaves just in time for the sellout timer to go off. Dream is outraged that Techno would spend their wish on a bell and goes over to stare into the lava while Techno enthusiastically rings it

- Dream wonders what Sam and Quackity will say when they see the bell. They try standing next to each other in front of the bell to block the view

- They can’t summon DreamXD a second time

- They talk a bit more about the books. Dream gives Techno some potatoes (in Techno’s inventory he also has four books by Dream, one of which is titled “information”)

- Dream asks about why Techno rings the bell. Techno says it’s about the rituals, and Dream comments that he put a bell in Church Prime (“which is not to be spoken of here”)

- Techno asks if Dream can even get Twitch Primes and claims that Dream is a heretic due to not being under contract. Dream isn’t profiting off of anyone

- Dream has 51 potatoes remaining

Techno: “So uh...got any friends? Hang out with anybody? You know, before the whole thrown in prison thing?”

Dream: “Not really...I did, and then they...turned against me.”

Techno: “Ah. I know that feeling man, I know that feeling.”

Dream: “Just being betrayed by your closest friends...”

Techno: “Ah yeah, happens all the time. Every Tuesday, really.”

Dream: “I’ve been visited by a few people.”

Techno: “Pog, pog. Did any of them like, not try to torture or kill you?”

Dream: “...Yeah?”

Techno: “He hesitated.”

Dream: “Well...Sapnap didn’t torture and kill me, but then he said if I get out of here, he would.”

Techno: “You GOTTA raise your standards, man. You gotta raise your stand-- you’re just getting treated like dirt out here, man. That is just sad. That is just sad! You gotta meet some new people, man.”

Dream: “I think BadBoyHalo treated me the best, probably.”

Techno: “BadBoyHalo, you say?”

Dream: “He treated me the best, probably, when he visited me before.”

Techno: “Yeah, I’m pretty sure he’s like a cult leader or something, actually, I hate to break it to you.”

Dream: “Wait, what?!”

Techno: “Yeah, there was like this Egg thing...I wasn’t quite clear on what was going on.”

Dream: “That was months ago! He visited me like four months ago, five months ago.”

- Techno talks a bit about how he attacked the Egg cult, “big crossover episode.” Dream asks when was the last time the two of them -- Dream and Techno -- spoke. It was Doomsday, a while ago

- Dream asks about current events, but Techno isn’t the best person to ask about that. Tubbo has a new commune called Snowchester that Techno’s still a bit suspicious of

- Dream asks how Ranboo is. Techno offhandedly mentions that Tubbo might have nukes, maybe as a hobby. Maybe the crater was just Tubbo trying to scare him

- Dream doesn’t know a lot about the outside world. Ranboo used to visit a lot -- the most of everyone until Quackity -- a while ago, but then he stopped. Sapnap, Ranboo, Tommy, Bad and Quackity all visited

- He then comments that Techno seems to like potatoes. Techno asks how Dream knows Ranboo, which Dream says is “a long story.” Then Dream says he doesn’t know Ranboo that well, he just visited a couple times

- Dream asks about the plan to get out again. Techno says that even with the mining fatigue, they can still break blocks. But most of the blocks would set off the alarms, so he suggests the block beneath the toilet

- Even if they break the blocks, there’s an Elder Guardian beneath the cell

Techno: “I can take him...hey, how ‘bout I jump in there, I start beatin’ it up, and if I somehow die despite my elite martial arts prowess, you can just bring me back and I can jump in again and keep beatin’ it up, and then if I die you can just bring me back and I’ll jump in and I’ll keep beatin’ it up.”

- If people come to check on them, one of them can be the lookout

- Techno directs Dream to start punching the block for 24 hours, promising to feed potatoes to him while he punches if he gets hungry

- Dream starts punching

Techno: “What are they gonna do if they catch us, put us in double jail, man?”

- They continue chatting as Dream punches, wondering why the icon for the mining fatigue effect is a spoon. Dream talks about the cat they used to have in there. Eventually the sellout timer goes off again.

Techno starts ringing.

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Upcoming events remain the same.

#dream smp #dream smp recaps #long posts

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yatagarasu-writingtips · 4 years

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Adoption Clichés ✍

Hi, yes. An adopted person here (internationally). While I am aware and know that SOME kids that were adopted have this burning desire to find their biological parents or had a feeling that ‘something was missing’ Please, Please, Please, be aware that NOT EVERYONE is like this.

In fact, many aren’t. This is a cliché that has been used so, so, many times by Hollywood, literature, and even video games. And again NOT discrediting the individuals that have those sentiments, that’s 100% okay if you do!

But for those of us who do not, it gets really frustrating to ALWAYS be painted in such a way especially when we DID NOT know our birth parents. And I’ve encountered many other people who were adopted that share my views. Keep in mind, this is assuming that the adoptive family is good (of course not perfect, no one is, but they are trying their best and are not abusive or neglectful). So next I’m just going to break this down into some questions I get commonly asked, the parts in italics are my personal opinion and experiences, the bits that are not are outside commentary:

“Don’t you want to find them?”

No. I do not want to go on some big journey to find a woman and man I have never met and have no reason to feel connected to them other than some shared DNA. For whatever reason, good or bad they felt they were not able to keep me and thus gave me up. If by accident I happen to discover who they were, it would be awkward, first of all. And while I wouldn’t try to push them out of my life or not want anything to do with them, I wouldn’t exactly try super hard to keep them in my life unless they wished to and I was comfortable with being around them.

This answer can vary from person to person. Some people are adamantly against ever encountering their birth parents, or if their parents track them down later in life because they unwillingly had to give them up some individuals demand to be left alone. Some form a casual relationship with their birth parents and meet up occasionally but never become family. I met two brothers who were domestically adopted and they meet up with their birth mom every few weeks or so and it’s a comfortable and friendly relationship. These are all valid!

“Don’t you feel like something is missing?”

I mean... if other people are receiving signs from the cosmos or something, good for them. But if my skin & features weren’t different from my parents and they never told me, I’d never question it because the people who raised me are my parents. Not the people who banged and popped me out. So no, I’ve never had some inkling that something was wrong or missing.

I know sometimes twins can sense something if they’re separated, but like, that’s a whole other wild science thing. And some people aren’t exactly put up for adoption due to the...best of terms. Some people hold disdain over that, and that is totally valid as well!

“Are you mad at them for abandoning you?”

Me, no. Because my situation was one where it was illegal to do otherwise, so I can’t exactly blame them for not wanting to get arrested. I recognize they most likely did the best thing they could do for both of us at that moment and I bear no ill will.

Other people may be furious. They may have mixed feelings or avoid the issue altogether. And this is okay too!

Some pet peeves of mine I see in media:

I hate--absolutely hate, when the kid finds out their adopted (btw don’t hide from your kids that they’re adopted it is not a good thing to do) or for some reason, the opportunity pops up to find their birth parents and they TOTALLY turn on their loving (maybe not perfect, but trying their best and doing a pretty good job) adoptive parents. I hate when they have some big drama fest of “You’re not my REAL mom/dad! I hate you!! My BIRTH mom/dad would be better/understand me/etc!”

I was adopted at 1 year of age. I do not remember anything from that time, it is biologically impossible. My birth parents do not know squat about me, but you know who does?? My parents. The ones I live with now. Those are my true parents because they raised and nurtured me. While they may not have always been perfect, they are my parents. Period.

I have no reason to go on some dangerous mission to find someone I’ve never met, that might not even care about me (hey, it’s a possibility I was just an oopsie child who they didn’t care about!)

The most recent example from media that I can think of currently, is the video game Life is Strange: Before the Storm if you don’t want spoilers, skip until the end mark.

[SPOILERS START & tw for drug mention, child neglect mention, & mention of injury]

While it’s not exactly adoption, it hit a lot of the same beats. In the last bit of that game, a girl Rachel finds out her mom is her father’s second wife and that they lied to her. Rachel’s birth mom struggled with drugs to a point where it was putting baby Rachel in danger. She’d leave her unsupervised and unsafe.

And yet when Rachel finds this out, she throws a huge hissy fit and then strikes out to find her birth mom. However, this isn’t just a simple thing of doing some DNA tests. No. This mission gets dangerous. She literally gets stabbed trying to find her birth mom--for reasons I won’t get into, this game was wild yall--but she has to go to the hospital.

What is this for again? An (at the time) irresponsible woman who was NOT safe to leave with a child, who does not know Rachel, not really anyway. So why the heck is Rachel going through all these struggles to meet a woman she has no reason to care about, who is possibly dangerous, and also risking her life to do so because she now hates her (flawed) but decent parents. It just seems forced and ridiculous in my eyes, and more importantly: something we’ve seen a bazillion times before.

[SPOILERS END]

An example of a GOOD way to do the conflicted kid is the animated movie, Meet the Robinsons (if you haven’t seen this film you really should it’s a gem and not just for the story it’s funny too). Without spoiling too much, the kid does have mixed feelings and at first does try to find his birth mother, but discovered his real home is the people he’s met and bonded with.

Another good example is Kung Fu Panda 3. Po has come conflicted feelings and struggles with it, but by the end goes “awesome now I have TWO dads!”

Final Note:

Be diverse. Of course, you can still write your characters as you’d like, but maybe doing the same story that’s been done a hundred times isn’t the best idea. Strive for diversity in thoughts, sentiments, ideas, and opinions.

Because guess what? PEOPLE ARE COMPLICATED. They are diverse, we don’t all think the same way.

#writing tips #writing reference #writing help #writing #tread carefully [writing sensitivity]#bring them alive [character stuff]#q

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Hey there! Your fanfics are incredible! Could you please write a Will Turner X Reader one where the reader goes back in time after watching Pirates of the Caribbean and then the reader and Will fall in love? Thanks a lot in advance! :)

Will Turner X Fem-Reader - Life Inside a Movie

A/N – All better from being ill, so here is a fic.

Warnings – None.

Rating – T

You leaned over one of Port Royal’s railings, humming a tune that only you knew in this time period. From afar Will Turner watched you, listening to the occasional lyric that you whispered under your breath; the song was just as unusual and out of place as you were.

“Dancing in the moonlight, everything is weird and out of sight,” You sang, staring up at the night sky.

It was something you did every night. Once, shortly after Will had found you and given you a place to stay, he had asked you why you were so obsessed with the sky. You had told him that where you came from you could never see any of the stars because of something called light pollution. He hadn’t understood what that was, even when you tried to explain it, nor did he understand how one place could have less stars than anywhere else, but he did like that the sky brought you peace. He just wished you didn’t insist on going out every night to view them because there were some nights he couldn’t be out to protect you, and even a peaceful place like Port Royal had its fair share of criminals.

“You can join me if you want,” You said, fully aware that Will had been watching you from afar.

When the two of you first met, Will would have found your forward manner and your knowledge that he was there unnerving; now it was starting to rub off on him as one of your many qualities.

“It would me my honour, Miss (L/N).”

“I’ve told you before, where I’m from we always use first names.”

“And I have told you, it is my pleasure to use your beautiful last name and give you the respect you deserve.”

You smiled to yourself, thinking about how different life had been before you had come to this time. How sad it was to think that chivalry eventually died out, and yet how nice it was to be one of the few from your timeline to receive it.

You thought about the film Pirates of the Caribbean which you had watched the night that the mysterious portal opened in your apartment, leading you into the film itself.

When you first arrived, you had fallen right into the forge, spraining your ankle in the process. Fortunately, the Forge’s owner and Will’s master was asleep, so he didn’t notice the portal that had brought you to Port Royal; you had a feeling that if he had seen it, you would have been in the gallows for sorcery.

Shortly thereafter, Will had returned from a delivery and found you. At first when he saw your strange clothes and unusual hairstyle, he had considered reporting you to the royal guard, suspecting you to be a pirate. It was only when you begged him for help that he paused. It soon became clear that you knew nothing about the finer arts of piracy; you couldn’t even hold a sword properly and that would have made for a very poor pirate indeed. All the same, Will still didn’t trust you so he demanded to know your story, otherwise he would have no trouble seeing you imprisoned, for they very rarely hung women unless the offence was as bad as murder.

Knowing Will was an honourable character from the many times you had watched his film, you came up with a story for yourself that sounded fairly reasonable. You told him you were a simple bookkeeper from a foreign land, who had been stolen by pirates along with a great many others. In the tale, you alone escaped on a lifeboat and had made your way to the nearest island. All in all, you didn’t think it was a bad explanation. The bookkeeper was a reasonable job that would explain why you could read and write so well, and if Will asked, you could say you sprained your ankle upon escaping.

With a few more questions, Will soon believed you and he offered to take you to the boarding house where he lived, even paying your rent until you could get a job. You insisted you would pay him back, but Will thought little of it; after all, he was far too concerned trying to figure you out.

To be frank, you scared Will at first. In Port Royal women and even most men didn’t know how to read. Then there was the fact that you were educated in even more fields than the governor himself. You knew maths, geography, world culture, and more science than anybody he had ever met. While you were only of average intellect in your time, you were a fountain of knowledge in this time. Will asked you where you had learned such wondrous things and you had replied that you had learned all you knew in school and college, but what schools even let women in? He thought you must have been fabulously wealthy in your old land to receive such a fine education.

Although you gave Will much cause for concern, your friendly attitude and the fact that you didn’t scorn his lack of schooling made him begin to trust you. Instead of fearing your knowledge, he began to ask questions of you. He started to think of you less as his responsibility and more as a friend. Given time, he even found a job for you as a secretary for the governor himself, though it took a fair amount of convincing that a woman could do the job.

You offered to pay Will back for the money he had lent you thus far but he rejected the offer, claiming it was the place of any gentleman to help a lady in distress. At that, you started paying your own rent, and to repay Will’s kindness you had taken to cooking him meals after his long days at the forge. Although you weren’t the world’s greatest cook at home, it seemed your knowledge of ingredients and flavours made you an excellent cook in Port Royal; Will often said you ought to open a restaurant after you had introduced him to pizza.

You hummed thoughtfully, leaving your reverie far behind to simply enjoy Will’s company on the Port Royal balcony.

“What great aspects of the world are on your mind tonight?” Will asked, loving your ever-intelligent answers.

“What in the world, you ask. That’s cute. One should never have just the world on their mind, Will.”

“Oh? So what do you think of instead, if not the world?”

“I think of the universe and my new place within it.”

You had explained the concept of the universe to Will before but he wasn’t sure whether to believe it. People were still discovering new islands of the sea from one week to the next. How could anyone possibly know if there were other planets if the human race hadn’t even discovered everything on Earth yet?

Despite his personal opinions of the universe, Will liked the sentiment of your words. “And where do you think your place is?” He asked.

You yourself pondered the question. It was a hard one to answer. In Port Royal, with your education, the sky was the limit, but you were a woman. At home, you had the freedom to do what you wanted when you wanted, but everyday life was lonely and filled with a world of people that didn’t care for anyone but themselves. Truthfully, it didn’t matter where you would have liked to be. It all depended on whether fate would ever reopen another portal and throw you back where you came from or whether you would be left in Port Royal forever; perhaps it would be a continuous loop of being thrown back and forth, though you highly doubted that.

You realised that Will was waiting you an answer, so you smiled, tucking your hair back behind your ear, “I don’t know.”

“Perhaps then, Miss (L/N), if I may be so forward as to say so, you might find that your place is here.”

“In Port Royal?”

“By my side,” Will corrected, swallowing nervously when you turned to face him.

At home, people who said such things to you were always just playing a cruel joke, but you knew Will was being sincere; he always was. For one guilty moment, your thoughts lingered on Elizabeth Swann; if you accepted Will’s proposal, then she would never experience his love, nor he hers.

“I-” Playing things safe for a moment, you dared to ask, “William Turner, are you saying what I think you are?”

“Miss (L/N)- (Y/N),” Will grabbed your hands earnestly. “I was a simple man before I met you, but you have opened my eyes to a whole new world. I may not have much to offer in respects of wealth or position and I have no doubt that you deserve somebody of better station than myself, but I love you and that is something I can offer you now and forever. You have my heart, if you will take it, and even if you do not, it shall still be yours, for I shall never offer it to another.”

“I don’t- I mean- What about Miss Swann? I thought you loved her.”

Will grimaced. He himself had also believed he was in love with Elisabeth Swann, but now after feeling real love towards you, he realised that what he had felt for Miss Swann was merely infatuation after she saved him during their shared childhoods.

“No (Y/N), I can say without a doubt that I love you most ardently. I understand if you do not wish to be with me or if you need some time to think-”

“No,” You interrupted curtly. You shook your head, searching for an explanation at Will’s curious expression, “I- I don’t need time to think. I just- Wow, um- Sorry, I know I’m messing things up here.”

Will managed to chuckle at your ever-strange manner of speaking, putting you somewhat at ease.

“At home, I could never have expected such a wonderful proposal, from anyone. I would say that except for a small few, romance is dead and most marriages are… well, complicated for lack of a better word. It seems that where I’m from, we write a lot of love songs and books just dreaming about the life we want. Nobody would ever even talk to me with the respect that you do; only royalty get spoken to like that.” You realised you were saying a lot of things Will would never understand, but what else could you do when you were sorting through your feelings for a film character. “Will- I- I love you.”

Will released his breath, feeling his heart pound ecstatically. He wanted to draw you into his embrace, but he still kept to his own gentleman’s code.

“(Y/N), with your permission, I would very much like to kiss you now.”

“I- Yes.”

Will raised a hand slowly to your cheek, stroking it gently. His eyes searched your face, memorising every detail of what would be his first kiss. He wondered if this was yours too, considering how different both your homes were. Trailing his hand down to your chin, he tilted your head up.

“You’re shaking,” He said, worried that you had suddenly changed your mind about him.

“I’ve never had anybody look at me the way you do,” You whispered anxiously. “It’s terrifying, in a good way.”

Will gave you a small smile, leaning in slowly to press his lips against yours. He did nothing to deepen the kiss, keeping it simple; it would be improper to do more when the two of you had only started courting that very night. However, as his lips parted from yours, he knew he would take every future opportunity to kiss you, his new love.

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rachelbethhines · 4 years

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Tangled Salt Marathon - Rapunzel Day One

This is decent episode, and one of the few that isn’t filler in season two, but because there are problems with the over all character acs, there’s problems here with episode too.

Summary: Rapunzel and Cassandra come across an abandoned magic stall while searching for parts of their destroyed caravan. The stall contains a wand of forgetting. Cassandra impulsively wishes that Rapunzel would "just forget about everything" when she was tired of her trying to patch things up between them, which results in Rapunzel regressing to when she was still in her tower with Gothel.

The Episode Order is Confusing

So this and The Brothers Hook aired on the same day. Now in the production order listing, Rapunzel Day One is suppose to come before The Brothers Hook and that’s how it’s ordered on Disney Plus. Which is where I’m watching this marathon and getting all my screen caps.

However The Brothers Hook did air before this episode according to Wikipedia. Also Hook Foot is nowhere to be seen with nary a word. So placing The Brothers Hook before would indeed make more sense in that regard.

Yet Raps and Cass aren’t fighting in The Brothers Hook, so I don’t understand how this was supposed to originally work. What’s the correct viewing order here? Is Hook Foot just off screen with Fidella this episode, or is Cass and Raps ignoring their big fight in The Brother’s Hook?

For Someone With a Disability Now, It Doesn’t Seem To Affect Things

Ok, to be fair, they do show Cassandra practicing here and later in Mirror, Mirror trying to relearn how to use her hand, and indeed physical therapy for injuries is a thing. Yet, two scenes isn’t enough to establish that. She regains usage of her hand really quickly and far too easily, given the type of injury it was.

Disabilities, even unseen ones, still impact your everyday life. Yes, they don't ruin your life; you can still do things. But they don't just go away and you have to deal with it.

Finding that balance between not making a character useless, while still recognizing that there are things that they struggle with when writing disabilities is a line that writers have trouble with. But if you’re not going to put in that effort needed to pull it off tastefully then don't introduce the concept.

One Step Forward; Two Steps Back

Rapunzel recognizing that there is a problem, and wanting to fix it before it gets worse, can be viewed as progress. After all, avoiding the issue is why things got so bad between her and Varian. But, she’s still failing to see why Cassandra is upset and so goes about things the wrong way.

And keep in mind, Rapunzel does have every right to be mad at Cassandra, just the same that Cass has a right to be mad at Rapunzel. Both girls screwed up.

Yet, it’s only Rapunzel’s side of things that Rapunzel cares about, and therefore nothing actually gets resolved.

This could have been a decent conflict for season three, but that’s not where the writers take things so we’re just spinning our wheels here.

It’s also kind of shitty that Cass is the only person that Rapunzel is willing to put effort into righting things with. She still doesn’t give a crap about Varian, nor any other villain in the show.

Well I Guess This Has to Come Before The Brothers Hook

They have the caravan in Brothers Hook, don’t they? I mean how else did they meet up with Hook Hand? But if that is the case then where is Hook Foot now? I don’t know.

Cassandra’s Hurt Hand Only Matters When It Concerns Her Relationship With Rapunzel and Not How It Affects Her Character as a Whole

An extension of what I was saying before, but it shows the fundamental problem with the writing for Cassandra. The writers only think of her as a conflict for Rapunzel and not as a person with like her own life and shit.

Long Time, No See Owl

As soon as Hook Foot goes unceremoniously missing, then Owl shows up. I don’t think he’s been seen since season one, yet they act like he’s always been here with the group.

Why is continuity and consistency so hard for this show?

The Saporians Are Indeed Homeless, But Don't Expect That to Ever Be Brought Up

So things to note.

This isn’t a village. It’s an encampment. What we see here are destroyed tents and caravans. The only permanent structure is a short stone wall.

Secondly, the magic book they find has the Saporian symbol on it, and indeed the Saporians use the wand of oblivium to take over Corona in S3.

What we can gather from this is that the Saporians were driven out of Corona after the first war. They’ve been living as nomads for centuries without their homeland.Yet their most recent settlement was destroyed by the black rocks sometime before season one started, along with most of their possessions and means of living.

All of this would explain their motivations, goals, and why they picked now to try and take over and not just any other time.

But don't expect any of that to be brought up or remembered by anyone come season three. We can’t have any po the bad guys, save for Cass, being sympathetic now can we.

Also, just a side note. It’s funny how apothecary is treated as magic and alchemy as a science in this world, when in reality it should be the opposite way around.

This is Not an Apology

If you gotta throw a ‘but’ in there, then you haven’t really apologized.

Rapunzel’s not sorry for Cass getting hurt. She doesn’t recognize nor understands why Cassandra feels the way she does, and she’s even attempting to try to. All Rapunzel cares about is how Cass being upset makes herself feel. She’s putting in this effort to ‘talk about it’ because Cass being outwardly angry at her is inconvenient to herself and nothing more.

Rapunzel Still Hasn't Learned Boundaries

Didn’t we already have this conversation back in season one?

And like, yes, it’s not good for Cassandra to ignore her feelings, but what Rapunzel does here by pushing isn’t a good thing either.

What's most frustrating though is that neither learn anything from this. Just like they didn’t learn anything in Under Raps or Goodbye and Goodwill.

It’s aggravating to see the writers give us an actual conflict that’s worth having the mains fight over, only to be undermined by previous episodes and then thrown away altogether.

So How Come the Wand Only Erases Part of Rapunzel’s Memory and Not All?

Like, this is suppose to be set for season three with Frederic and Arianna losing their memories. Yet despite Clementine using a similar wand, it doesn’t have the same effect on them as it does on Rapunzel here. They lose all their memories and sense of identity, while Raps just forgets a few years.

Speaking Forgetting How Things Work

Where did this handy dandy book with the cure go when Frederic and Arinna lost their memories? Why didn’t Raps go looking for it then, or force the Saparoians to give her the cure while they were in her custody?

So This Plot Point Kind of Back Fires, and Winds Up Undermining Everyone’s Relationship with Rapunzel

First off, just repeating New Dream scenes from the movie, but with Cass in Eugene’s place is ill advised given the direction that the show went in. Whether you ship Casspunzel or not, it’s important to recognize that ‘sisters’ is what they are intended to be in canon. That’s the direction that Chris went with them, whether we like it or not. So either no one on the show knows how to write platonic female relationships, or this is gay baiting. Take your pick.

It’s also lazy.

But most damaging is that this only shows that Cassandra only liked Rapunzel when she was naive and stupid, and not the Rapunzel we have now. Tie in how her friendship with Rapunzel is based off of validation to begin with and we got a very unhealthy relationship, and not one that should be rooted for, despite the show wanting you to do just that.

They even go so far to repeat the lines from the flashback in the last episode, as if this was a positive thing in their dynamic, instead of recognizing it for the really mess up thing that it.

Then there’s the Eugene side of things that this calls into question.

We know Eugene loves Rapunzel through thick and thin, but how much of their relationship is based off their first adventure together and not about how they work together in the here in now?

Did Rapunzel just simply latch on to Eugene because he’s the first person that she met who wasn’t her mother and wound up being nice to her? If anyone else found her, would she be in a relationship with them instead? Is it healthy for her to never look for anything else? How much does Rapunzel actually like Eugene, for himself?

Then throw in Eugene’s over idealization of Rapunzel in season three, they’re lack of communication issues, and Rapunzel’s crippling need to always be right, and I can’t say if New Dream should be what we’re rooting for either.

This isn’t a Casspunzel vs New Dream thing, nor is it a personal dislike of Rapunzel herself. Rather, it’s a very serious question about the nature of Rapunzel’s interpersonal relationships vs her character development, and how that has to change things on some level, and if it’s still worth having those relationships now that she herself has changed so drastically.

Is everyone being fulfilled? Is everyone getting what they need still? No? Then, why are any of these people still together?

That needs to be addressed by the narrative now, and it never is.

So Why Would You Say That Cass?

Rapunzel doesn’t know where she is and therefore has no idea what direction the tower lies in. If you’re heading south back to the camp then just say the tower is south. In fact it actually is south because you’ve been traveling northeast to the Dark Kingdom for months now, according to the map in Rapunzel’s Return. So what was the point in lying about that?

In in effort make Rapunzel look smart, they had to make Cass look dumb and that’s not good writing. If you needed Rapunzel to suddenly not trust Cass then there were other better ways. The drawing she placed in her pocket should be enough on its own to tip her off, and all she has to do is reach into her pocket to put like a rock she found in there and then find it that way.

So When Did Rapunzel Have Time to Build This Elaborate Mousetrap?

This would have taken hours, it’s not even been minutes.

There’s making Raps competent and then there’s turning her into an overpowered invincible heroine.

Now Pascal Is Missing

Oh is he with fucking Hook Foot now?

He was right on your shoulder Eugene.

If you’re going to have characters conveniently missing then establish that first, preferably in a visual way and not with exposition.

So Rapunzel is Treat As In the Right Even When She’s Not

So Cassandra opening up about her feelings is treated as the solution to the problem, but it’s really not, or it shouldn’t be anyways. She can recognize she lied about the wand without having to doing something she finds uncomfortable, and it’s not like Rapunzel right now has any frame of reference for what Cass is talking about.

All this amounts to is giving Rapunzel a free pass on her earlier bullshit.

Also if Cass repeating a phrase Rapunzel said earlier was all that was needed to jog her memory enough to trust her, then why couldn’t Eugene done the same? He was right there.

This Doesn’t Resolve Anything

Ok first off that’s not what friends do. Friends actually work through shit. Friends make sincere apologies. Friends forgive each when they do.

If you’re not doing that then you’re not friends and you should just leave.

No one, not Raps, not Cass, ever apologizes for what happened in the Great Tree. They never try to understand what either of them did wrong, nor do they put effort into fixing themselves or addressing their issues and flaws.

And you know what? That would be a valid reason for their falling out in season three. But it’s not used as such, so any resolution to their conflict there winds up feeling hollow.

Conclusion

This episode, like with the Great Tree, gave me hope that this was all leading somewhere. Now it’s just a bitter reminder of how screwed up the writers’ morals are in this show, and how poorly planned everything was.

#tangled #anti-tangled #anti-rapunzel #anti-cassandra #tangled the series #rapunzel's tangled adventure

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agardenofmonsters · 4 years

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Fae BF | Pollux | Part 2

TransMasc Reader x Masc Fae Boyfriend

You x He/Him

Yay you get to meet my new character who I absolutely adore <3 hope you like him too!

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The world seems to tilt. The sky shimmers.

You back away from the Fae until your back hits a tree. Looking at your hands, you could almost feel the manacles clamping onto your wrists.

“Don’t act so upset,” the Fae calls. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

“My whole life…” you whisper frantically. “I’ve been trapped by a name that wasn’t mine...and now that I have my proper name...I am trapped yet again!”

“Don’t be so dramatic,” he says unsympathetically. “Life is what you make of it….now look alive.”

You snap to attention, feeling a little dizzy. His hand is outstretched.

“Come to me, pet.”

Your body straightens and starts walking over to the Fae.

You hate how natural it feels to obey him.

You pause as you reach him, and you watch your hand lift and place itself onto Pollux’s. He takes your hand and leans down to kiss it, sending a surge of goosebumps up your arm.

“Let’s get out of here.”

He grips your hand a little tighter. And like he did earlier, he takes you quickly through the meadow towards the monolithic rock formation like you’re fast forwarding through a movie. He uses the stone as a staircase, but his feet keep stepping even though he runs off the top of it. Despite not being able to see any of the crystal-clear steps, Pollux does not stumble, and neither do you.

Only when you’re a couple stories up do the steps level out onto a platform. Pollux slows down and looks at you with bright, shining eyes.

“Now remember,” he taunts with a shit-eating grin. “Be on your best behavior! Don’t want any Fae to get mad at you….Trust me.”

You don’t respond.

“Alright, let’s go!” He says cheerfully, turning you around so he’s behind you. He plants a hand on your back and pushes you forward.

It’s like walking in the air, except the treetops poke through the crystalline floor. Soft, fluffy pink clouds furnish the space, billowing in giant mounds and spanning across the ground. Tree branches poke up out of the ground like flowers.

Everything was dusted with sparkles...or at least that was how everything looked.

Pollux pushes you towards the middle of two rows of booths, each with its own sets of fairies talking amongst each other in this little marketplace.

But the romantic air of the environment starts dropping in pieces as each group of Fae realize that you are there.

Then they all just stare. With their big gemstone eyes.

They would be beautiful if you weren’t completely angry or terrified.

You see now where Pollux is taking you—a giant stone obelisk stands proud at the end of the marketplace in a large clearing, and at the bottom of it is an extremely tall Fae with a crown on his head giving instruction to two smaller Fae.

“Pollux, Pollux!” you murmur urgently to him.

He ignores you.

“Ohhhh Aubergine!” Pollux yells in a sing-song fashion. “Guess what I found!”

He gives you a hard push and this time you fall to your knees. The tall Fae pinches the bridge of his nose before turning to actually look at Pollux. His gaze then falls upon you and your stomach knots with anxiety; he is breathtakingly beautiful. His ice blue eyes are accentuated by his dark purple skin, and his hair is a beautiful silvery white. You scramble to stand under his intimidating gaze, but his countenance shows no emotion.

He looks back at Pollux, cool demeanor turning icy: “What have you done?”

“Saving this poor human from the woods, obviously,” he replies, unfazed by Aubergine’s chastising.

“You know the consequences of interfering with the mortal realm, and yet you refuse to take heed of the warnings.”

Pollux rolls his eyes: “Don’t be so dramatic. I found this one alone, miles from society.”

“I don’t care for your attitude, Pollux. You have stolen a human from their home to which they can no longer return. Have you no sympathy?”

Pollux’s wings flutter angrily: “You’re just jealous that I caught one.”

“I have no need for jealousy—I just want you to understand the gravity of your actions.”

Aubergine turns to you: “On behalf of the Fae realm, I apologize for the actions of Pollux and what it has led to.”

Before you can say anything, Pollux grabs your arm and starts dragging you away from the Fae, muttering angrily under his breath.

“I’ll show him…”

“Ouch, Pollux,” you say, trying to wiggle out of his grasp. “You’re hurting me.”

Pollux halts and lets go of you: “I’m sorry....he just really gets under my skin.”

“Who is he?”

“Prince Aubergine of the Fae realm. He basically just makes sure everything runs smoothly...and that rules are followed absolutely.”

“Oh, yeah I noticed his crown.”

He looks at you with a smirk: “He’s pretty handsome, isn’t he?”

You feel your cheeks get red: “I mean sure but it’s like...whatever!”

Pollux pinches your cheek: “I’m just playing with ya, don’t worry. Come on, I’m gonna show you my place.”

You follow him to a facade of white marble columns draped in luminescent fabrics. You take the large marble stairs up to a wall of drapes. Pollux parts the wall and gestures you inside with a highfalutin smile.

The inside is a large room with white marble flooring, gossamer fabrics billowing in the breeze at the outer borders. Some expensive-looking sofas sit near the middle of the room as what could be an elegant area for hosting, and a large bed waits at the very back, dressed in red linens. It was a bedroom fit for a king; and you get the strongest feeling that you don’t belong here.

Pollux is looking at you with a searching expression, an eyebrow raised in curiosity.

You go up to a sofa almost in a trance and lay your hand on it, feeling the smoothness.

“Wow,” you whisper.

“What was that?” Pollux says, appearing suddenly behind you and making you jump.

You put a hand on your chest to slow your heart: “It’s amazing—what else do you want me to say?”

Pollux puts his hands on your hips and moves in close: “My bed’s pretty great too.”

Your heart jumps to your throat and you instinctively put your hands up between you two: “I’m sure it is, but it’s a no from me.”

Pollux sighs and releases you: “One day, pretty thing. One day.”

“I highly doubt that,” you mutter.

Pollux then flies over the seating area to plop down onto his bed. He stretches loudly and then turns to you.

“Very well, very well. Fetch me some food then.”

You feel your body engaging under his control but are confused: “Where do I even get food?”

“The booths near the entrance, darling. Someone will help you—oh! But first,” he says flying to the cabinets behind the sofas. “Let’s get you out of those clothes!”

He pulls out a pair of pants with an elastic-like waistband and leg cuffs: “These should fit you well.”

“I don’t need to change my clothes—”

“It’ll be fine; it’ll help you fit in better.”

“I doubt that,” you mutter under your breath.

He gives you a stack of clothes and crosses his arms, looking at you expectantly.

“Fine, I’ll wear them, but you can’t watch,” you demand.

“Alright, alright,” he says holding up his hands appeasingly. “I’ll go...here.”

He then goes to his bed and throws the covers over his head so there’s only his feet showing.

“Is this alright with you?” He asks, voice muffled from the sheets.

You don’t answer him and instead just start getting dressed. You pause for a breath because you don’t know what to do about your binder, but in the end you just decide to leave it on.

You look over at the lump of sheets where Pollux is hiding and shake your head confusedly. For a Fae who could do anything he wanted with you, he certainly doesn’t as much as he could. And for a second, you are almost grateful.

“Okay,” you tell him, rolling your eyes. “I’m done.”

He sits up, sheets ruffling up his hair: “Well now, you look fantastic.”

Standing there, clutching yourself self-consciously while dressed in foreign clothes, you most certainly do not feel that way.

“Now, go get me some food, and be snappy!” He commands lightly.

You straighten up and leave the room without another word, wandering the path where you had been dragged by Pollux—and notice someone coming towards you.

Prince Aubergine.

Heat rises in your cheeks and you clutch your arms in reaction.

Just relax it’s fine, you’ve done nothing wrong…………….right?

You wonder whether to ignore him or give him a nod in deference and decide to go with the latter.

He watches you with icy, unrevealing eyes, but passes by you without saying anything.

You feel your blood pumping to your ears and let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

Alright, it’s over….now where do I get food?

Reaching the clearing where the booths were located, you are again met with stares.

“Uh—um. Pollux requested food. Is this where I can get some?”

After a beat, a kind fairy with dark skin and bright yellow eyes fetches a plate full of various fruits from one of the booths.

“This’ll do fine, hun. Pollux isn’t picky when it comes to food,” she says warmly.

“Th-thank you very much!” you sputter, taking the extravagant tray of food. You look around quickly and then do a quick bow as you rush away with your quarry.

On the way back you have more time to inspect the plate in all its glory: fruits with lustre and golden skin adorned the plate like a display fit for royalty. You are tempted to eat one, just to see what it would be like, but you remember the tales and decide against it.

I guess the Fae really do live in luxury.

As you approach the front with the plate, you hear two voices speaking in a repressed passion.

“I knew you couldn’t stand being away from me,” says Pollux.

“Of course I care about you, how could I not?” says the second.

“You only care about getting some, and I’d be okay with that if you didn’t treat me like I’m a fool when we’re not being intimate.”

“There are rules to be followed and you treat that as if they’re mere suggestions!”

“See, just admit you love controlling me more than you love me and get it over with.”

You trip.

On one of the curtains.

Fruit goes everywhere.

But you see.

Pollux.

And...Prince Aubergine.

Looking up from where you are on the ground, you scramble up, sputtering apologies.

Pollux storms over to you, face unreadable. He takes you…….and dips you, pressing a kiss on your lips. Pulling you back up on your feet and leaving you bewildered.

But the look.

On the Prince’s face.

It barely cracked the surface, but you saw it.

Heat.

Heat in those icy blue eyes.

What does it mean?

Pollux picks up a glittering pear that lay on the ground next to his feet, he brushes it off on his clothes, and takes a bite, juice dripping down his chin.

“Still tastes good to me,” he says cheerfully, laying an elbow on your shoulder as if the whole interaction never happened.

The Prince sighs, shaking his head, and leaves, stepping around the scattered fruit. Pollux eyes him the whole way, not even trying to be clandestine.

Before he exits he looks at Pollux: “We’re not done talking.”

#fae bf #monster boyfriend #pollux #aubergine #monstergarden #my writing #transmale reader #reader insert #exophilia

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scribbling-stiks · 4 years

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AAR - XXXVI - Jar of Horror

Fanart by an amazing person on Tumblr. This same person also helped with some of the planning for this chapter. You can find them here-

@drizzels-art-blog

and

@drizzeltheraincat

----Now on to the story!

The rest of the day slips away and Russia can't bring himself to pull away from America. He is warm and comfy here. It already around late afternoon. America props him up on his chest and feeds Russia marshmallows from the bowl laid in Russia's lap of blankets.

Russia notes that he finally starts feeling normal again, and the warmth that had frozen over in his heart thaws.

"Hey, Rue?" America asks, tapping on Russia's chest.

"Mmhm?"

"*Christmas is coming up,*" America mutters, "*and... I don't want to have nothing to give the kids.*"

"*It's not your fault,*" Russia mutters.

"*I know. I just want something to give them. I want to celebrate with them, you know? I always do something. Always. But I don't know what to do.*"

Russia hums and begins thinking.

"*What do you want to give them?*"

"*I don't know. Normally it's little things that I pick up that remind me of them, but all that is still at the Big House,*" America sighs, "*They already missed one holiday. I want to make sure they can still enjoy themselves.*"

"*Dad,*" New York interjects, "*you don't need to get us anything. It's not a problem. We're just happy we aren't sleeping on the floor.*"

"But I don't want you guys to go without anything," America retorts, swapping to English.

"Dad, holidays should be the least of your worries." New York says, waving his hands, "you're being f***ing ridiculous!"

"But it's coming up and I want you guys to be able to have an enjoyable time. This whole situation is hard enough as it is and I just want to make it better."

New York grumbles. Russia hums, lost in thought before it hits him.

"Why not do the same thing?" Russia asks.

"What do you mean?" America replies.

"We could find things while we go on that mission and mail them here."

"There isn't an address here."

"But I do have a PO box," Dixie volunteers, "with a fake name and address."

"That would work," America ponders, "maybe..."

America goes quiet, tapping a random pattern on Russia's chest. Russia begins thinking, trying to plan on how he and America were going to get everyone something.

'It would be hard,' Russia thinks, 'but if it's what America wants, I'll give it my best.'

Russia tries to think about what each of the states would've wanted, but the names swirl in his mind and they meld and Russia blinks. Although he never wanted to get up, Russia pulls away to find some paper and pens. He finds some upstairs in the office and he quickly returns to retake his spot. The space where his legs were had been taken by some of the younger kids, so Russia takes a seat on the carpet in between America's knees and he leans his back into the couch.

America leans over and props his head up in Russia's hair.

"Rue, what are you doing?" America asks.

Russia takes the pen and begins writing the states out. He writes as many as he could remember, but he feels like he had forgotten a few.

"You forgot a few. Here, hand me the pen," America says.

Russia offers it and America leans over and writes out the rest of the list. He also adds the provinces after skipping a line.

"So, what are you doing?"

"Making a list to get gifts," Russia says.

"Ooh. Okay. Hand it to me?"

Russia passes it up and America rips the sheet away and folds it up, sticking it into his sweatshirt pocket. Russia tucks the supplies under this couch, not wanting to get back up to put it away.

"I'm bored," America complains.

Russia laughs.

"We can find something to do," Russia suggests.

"Okay. Let's go!" America says happily.

America grabs Russia's hand and pulls him up to his feet. America smiles brightly and takes off down one of the open hallways toward the stairways. Russia laughs and trails behind. He reaches up to grab his hat, only to realize he had left it in the room.

America drags him up to the third floor to a large wardrobe against the back wall. America tears it open and boxes of board games nearly cause him to topple over as they stream out from behind the door. America grabs them and shoves them back.

"Grab the tote bag down there," America says, kicking his foot in the air to point to the bag.

Russia grabs the cloth handles and pulls. The boxes leaning against it bulge out and America shoves the boxes back into the wardrobe, slamming the doors shut. America laughs, leaning against it.

"I should really clean that out at some point," America ponders before shrugging and pulling away.

After making sure the doors wouldn't pop open again. They walk downstairs and Russia peeks into the bag. It's full of large, uniform wooden blocks. Russia places it down and the kids cheer.

America sits on the floor in front of it and begins to pull out the blocks, stacking them in rows of three, alternating in directions. Russia sits next to America and begins pulling bricks from the bag and handing them off to America to stack them.

"Hey, Amy," Dixie calls from the kitchen.

"Yeah?" America calls back.

"How long do pickles keep?" Dixie asks, walking out from the kitchen with a large jar in his hand.

"Uhh... I don't know. You might have to open it," America says with a shrug.

Dixie hums in response and he disappears back into the doorway to the kitchen. Russia hears a loud pop as a jar is opened and then Dixie shrieks. Russia can also hear the states running out of the kitchen and dining room, some of them gagging. Russia watches with interest.

"Oh Lord have mercy! What the fresh hell have I wrought upon this kitchen?!" Dixie shouts, scrambling around for something.

Things clang around chaotically in the kitchen as things get knocked around on the counters and falling to the floor. Russia gets up and walks in. The sour smell of off-vinegar lingers in the air. He swallows and sees Dixie throwing the bars back and wrenching open the kitchen window. Dixie chucks the jar outside and slams the window shut.

"Bleh," Alabama complains, sitting on one of the barstools.

"Okay, new rule!" Dixie exclaims, "no opening anything without approval and checking the due date."

America walks in, looking baffled.

"Did you throw a f***ing pickle jar out the window?" America asks, his head tilted like a confused puppy.

"I-uh... yes," Dixie admits, his head high.

America begins laughing hysterically and nearly tumbles to the floor.

"I had to get rid of it!" Dixie defends.

"You had to get rid of it so you threw it out the f***ing kitchen window!" America cackles.

America starts laughing even harder, clutching his stomach, and nearly going blue in the face.

"A**hole," Dixie says, crossing his arms.

America tries to calm down. When he finally catches his breath to say something, he turns to Russia.

"We're ready to start if you want to play with us," America stammers, trying to keep his laughter at bay.

Russia smiles and follows America back into the living room, where a large tower is set up in the center of the room. Russia looks up at it with interest before turning his attention back to America, who's beaming up at the stack with pride before looking to Russia with a grin.

"Just take one out and put it on the top. The one to make it fall over loses," America explains.

Russia nods and sits next to America. America takes the first turn, and Russia takes the second. And when the tower starts to tip, Russia dives to the side to dodge the carnage.

"I win!" America announces victoriously, "wait, where did you go?"

Russia lifts his head up and meets America's gaze. America bursts into giggles and Russia laughs along. Russia helps reset it and retreats back to the couch, watching America play another game with the states.

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#rusame #ch russia #ch america #statehumans #countryhumans

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alocalband · 5 years

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Duct Tape and Wishful Thinking Sterek, 1.3k, Teen For the prompt: things you interrupted me to say Also on AO3

“You’re doing it again.”

Derek frowns. “Doing what?”

“Staring.”

Without meaning to, Derek’s eyes immediately glance back over to Stiles, and then quickly away.

Scott smirks.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Sure you don’t. Whatever helps you sleep at night, Derek.”

Derek’s gaze drifts helplessly once more back to where Stiles is fully bent over the engine of the Jeep, intently toying with whatever duct tape and wishful thinking are holding the whole thing together.

Those jeans are doing amazing things for his ass.

Scott’s elbow hits Derek hard in the side. “Quit ogling my best friend and help me keep watch.”

They’ve been out here in the dark of the preserve for a couple hours now. It started as a meandering search for the source of whatever’s been leaving headless carcasses at the Nemeton all week, Stiles roaming the edges of the forest in the Jeep while Scott and Derek did runs through the trees alongside.

Then, of course, the hunk of junk died, and now the agenda for the evening is basically just to make sure nothing attacks Stiles before he’s had a chance to make the thing start running again.

“I am not ogling.”

“I can literally smell how much that’s a lie.”

Look, it is not Derek’s fault Stiles got back from his second year of college looking like that, okay? Maybe if someone had warned him that Stiles suddenly figured out what to do with his hair and how to dress himself and had apparently been hitting the gym pretty regularly, Derek might have been able to prepare for this.

As it is, it’s all a little too much. Derek might have already been having certain... feelings about the guy before, but this is ratcheting those feelings up to a level he’s not sure how to handle.

“Please just ask him out already and put us all out of our misery.”

Derek is definitely not doing that.

For a lot of reasons, really, but mainly because he’s not exactly interested in getting his heart broken. And he knows Stiles doesn’t feel that way about him, that the most Stiles feels for him is reluctant camaraderie. Which is fine. He can deal. He’s obviously weathered worse romantic situations in his life.

Derek’s eyes betray him once again as they fall onto the hard lines of Stiles’ back. He’s wearing a shirt that actually fits him, which means the corded muscles are clearly visible beneath the fabric as he works.

But if Derek’s honest with himself, the problem here isn’t just that he wants to take Stiles back to the loft and lick every inch of him. It’s that he also wants to, like, bring him breakfast in bed afterwards and then discuss the merits of a June wedding.

He really needs to get this under control.

“Oh my god, can you at least turn the pining down a couple of notches?” Scott whines.

Derek huffs and turns to scowl at him. “Listen, I’m dealing with it, alright? It’s just harder to move on when-- when he’s right there. But I’m keeping it in check, and when he heads back to school in the fall, I’ll find a way to get over it. I’m not going to let my feelings get in the way of--”

“Hey, you guys know I can hear you, right?”

Derek’s mouth snaps shut, and both he and Scott turn to where Stiles is now just sitting on the closed hood of the Jeep watching them. “Also the Jeep’s been fixed for about ten minutes now, I just really wanted to see where this conversation was gonna go.” He smirks, the little shit. “I was not disappointed.”

Scott chokes on a barely held back laugh.

Derek draws in a deep breath, holds it for a silent count of ten, and then turns around and starts walking.

He’d run, but he has slightly more dignity than that.

Slightly.

From behind him he can hear Scott and Stiles arguing with each other, but he tunes it out and keeps going. He doesn’t need to hear it.

Half an hour later, back in the loft and dressed down for bed, very pointedly not letting his thoughts linger anywhere near the events of the evening, Derek’s front door opens and Stiles strides in.

Derek sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. “Please leave.”

“Hey, if you didn’t want me dropping by unannounced you shouldn’t have given me a key.”

“I didn’t give you a key. You stole mine and made a copy while I was unconscious after the troll incident.”

Stiles waves this off with one hand and a roll of his eyes, as if to say po-tay-to po-tah-to, and then throws himself onto Derek’s couch. “So. About what you said.”

“We don’t need to talk about this.” Derek crosses his arms over his chest and starts contemplating how well picking Stiles up and tossing him back out the door would go over.

“I think we should anyway.”

“It’s not an issue.”

“It could be.”

“Stiles...” Derek sighs again. “Please don’t make me do this.”

Stiles bites his lip and looks down at the hands he now has clasped together in his lap. “Yeah, so the thing is I kinda love you too.”

Derek freezes.

He’s certain he heard the wrong.

Stiles jumps back up from his seat and starts pacing nervously, completely ignoring Derek’s current mental breakdown. “So obviously I’ve been attracted to you since day one, you know that. Anyone with eyeballs knows that. But then there was Mexico, and I thought-- But I mean, why the hell would you ever reciprocate? I’m me and you’re... Whatever. But I caught a bad case of what I thought was unrequited feelings, and I was just gonna suffer in silence, right? That seemed like the mature response--adulthood freaking sucks by the way--but apparently... you like me back?”

He stops short and finally looks at Derek head on. “You do, right? I didn’t hallucinate the last couple hours?”

At that, Derek does the only thing his still offline brain can come up with. He closes the distance between them and kisses him.

It’s a good kiss. Something Derek’s going to remember years later, no matter how the aftermath of it shakes out. Stiles immediately goes pliant in Derek’s arms, and then, after a moment, starts taking over in that way he has of throwing himself into a project with the enthusiasm of someone who’s not just willing but eager to pull multiple all-nighters for it.

Panting, they break apart, though Stiles keeps pulling at Derek’s shirt with both hands like he’s afraid Derek will move away any farther that those couple inches.

Derek squeezes Stiles’ hips with his own hands in reassurance, and then ducks his head down and to the side to press his nose into the hair at Stiles’ temple.

“’Love?’” he whispers, trying not to sound as hesitant as his heart definitely is.

Stiles swallows, then turns his head a little so that he can place a kiss at the juncture between Derek’s neck and shoulder. “Yeah. You?”

“Yeah,” Derek breathes.

And then they’re kissing again.

It takes them a little while, but eventually they make it to the bed. Derek does, in fact, get to lick an awful lot of mole-dotted skin, and does, in fact, make Stiles breakfast in bed the next morning.

He’s smart enough to save the June wedding talk for a little later.

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okay so the lovely @imbicilite / @whitrph and i were talking and it gave me the idea and we thought it was a great idea to spread it around so here’s how it goes: when talking with someone about pretty much anything tbh, but especially for something that could potentially be triggering, communicate with color codes based on city traffic lights ! GREEN means it’s good to talk about these things and you’re not feeling triggered by the topic, YELLOW means to slow down or stop talking about the topic at for now while RED means to stop the conversation about the topic immediately until green again where the conversation can divert into another topic or they feel safe to talk about it again !! this is EXTREMELY important, because it’s a way to alert others that you’re going to be talking about something that could possibly upset someone because of the subject matter, especially for those who may get triggered by a certain topic - even without you realizing it because squicks and triggers can honestly be anything, it could be different words or phrases or certain topics - and can cause severe anxiety in those affected, even panic attacks or flashbacks, and because we want to be considerate and respectful towards one another, it’s important that we use these to help our friends and fellow rpers know that we’re going to be posting or talking about something they might not want to see or talk about, and it’s of utmost importance to make them feel safe, it’s best to use this to be a more supportive friend and a member of the rpc!!

on a sidenote, i’m also here to tell you about tone indicators !! keep in mind that i didn’t come up with nor invent the concept of tone tags itself, but it was being spread around for a while now and i’d figured i’d talk about it !! essentially, tone indicators are used to indicate if the person is joking, being serious, etc., neurodivergent people often have trouble conveying and understanding emotion and tone through written text, using tone indicators is really helpful for neurodivergent people to make it easier for them to read/convey, it is also very helpful for people with anxiety. i encourage anyone who reads this to also type the meaning of the tone tag ( i.e: i love you !! /p for platonic ), so it is more accessible for neurodivergent and disabled people, like those who use screen readers.

“why should we use tone tags?” one might ask, but as an autistic, disabled and otherwise neurodivergent person myself, sometimes i don’t always get my friends and fellow mutual’s tones by their message but when they use tone indicators, it helps me understand and, not to mention that it can be really helpful and avoid misunderstandings. i would also like to note that NOT ALL neurodivergent people want you to use tone indicators on them, so if they don’t want you to use tone tags on them, please respect their wishes.

“i don’t like tone tags!” one might add, well, okay... but don’t make fun of the people that use them, it’s not a big deal, and if you’re a neurotypical who insists on not using tone tags when a neurodivergent person clearly asked you to, get your head out of your ass.

“using /j at the end of a joke ruins it!!” one might bitch, and okay but... it might be ruined for you, but it still makes me laugh, personally, so please try and get used to it, and not to mention, what’s more important: making sure you’re clear with your tone so that there’s no misunderstandings or throwing a fit just because the joke’s ruined for you?

additionally, some other things to keep in mind !! please do not mock the use of tone tags, you may not need them but some people do, not everyone can tell when something is a joke, when someone’s either being platonic, romantic or sexual in intentions, etc.,, especially when there’s no visual cues or tones of voice to help us, just be nice about it, it’s... really not hard, man. if you don’t use a tone tag and someone reads the tone of your statement incorrectly, do not get upset with them or laugh at them for not getting it - that is perpetuating ableism and/or sanism, whether you intentionally intend it or not. just kindly clarify and next time, keep in mind that tone tags are very helpful for neurodivergent, disabled and people with anxiety disorders. using a tone tag isn’t an excuse to be mean either, you can’t just say something mean or not cool and then put /j ( “joking” ) after it to get away with it, don’t be an ass. if you’re saying something that could be anxiety inducing for others, i would highly recommend putting the tone tags at not only the end but also the beginning of that post. do not intentionally use tone tags incorrectly “as a joke”, to confuse people, etc., the entire point of tone tags is to clarify, not confuse people, if you intentionally use them incorrectly, you’re an ass. keep in mind that no one has to use all the tone tags, use what you’d like, respect others who use what they would like, use them however feels rights to you. for me personally, sometimes i use multiple, sometimes only one, or sometimes none at all, just do what feels right, depending on who i’m talking to and how long i’ve known this person or group of people i’m speaking to, it’ll be fine, and if someone asks for clarification on what you mean, that’s okay, kindly clarify for them. additionally, please be patient if people don’t know what tone tags are, someone might not even be aware of what they are and that’s not their fault, just patiently explain it to them or link them to a source !! education always helps !! please don’t use “/srs or serious” as a joke, some neurodivergent and/or disabled people don’t need you to use three tone tags, and in my case, i’m presuming you’re neurotypical if you’re doing that when conversing with me, but what i’m trying to say is it looks like you’re babying us neurodivergents / disabled folx, so try to use only two tags ( that is, if that person is okay with it !! ), because some people don’t need you to use three tags.

please note that the following aren’t every single example out there and there are different terminologies in different languages, but they are important, a few examples of these are:

“/j = joking / used when saying something in a joking manner, “so im pretty much the president of oreos /j”,

“/hj = half joking / used when saying something that’s kind of a joke but kind of serious / “well,,,,, im usually right /hj” /

“/s or /sarc / refers to the opposite of what you really want to say / “i just [clenches fists] love...... being sad..... /s”,

“/srs / used when saying something you really mean / “i really appreciate you /srs””,

“/nsrs = not serious / used when saying something not too seriously / “you’re the worst /nsrs”,

“/lh = lighthearted = used when something’s said lightheartedly / “hEY LEAVE ME OUT OF THIS /lh” / i’d say something like this when me and my friends would get into a silly argument and they’re trying to ask my opinion on a topic”,

“/ij = referring to something that’s only understood by people with special knowledge about something, typically only a small group of friends or a group of people would be aware of, those outside of the group would most likely be confused by it or not find it funny in the same way people within in the group would / “aAAAAAAAAA MY NUGGIES!!!!! /ij””,

“/ref = a reference to media, usually movies, tv, music, etc., “yOU SHALL NOT PAAAAAAAASSSSSSS /ref”,

“/t = teasing, use when teasing someone or provoking someone, often playfully, “aiight sure mx idk wtf im doin /t”,

“nm = not mad, to indicate you’re not actually mad or upset about something / “ow... i felt that /nm”,

“lu = a little upset / used when about about something or someone, but not too upset / “oh... that sucks /lu”,

“/nbh = “nobody here” = often used when talking about something vague to ensure your friends it’s not indirectly to or about them / “sometimes i just wanna..... tell someone to shut the fuck up /nbh”,

“/nay = not at you / used when saying something but not meaning it at the person you’re responding to / “god i can’t stand lame people /nay”,

“/ay = “at you”, make the person aware you’re addressing them”,

“/g or /gen = used when saying or asking something for real / “i’m proud of you /g” or “have you watched the news?? /gen”,

“/th = threat, used when giving a genuine threat / “if you don’t stop, i’ll block you /th”,

“/p = platonic, a friendship type of love, used when saying something with platonic intentions / “i love you /p”,

“/r = romantic intentions, typically of partners when saying something with romantic intentions / “i love you /r””,

“/a = alterous, an attraction best described as wanting emotional closeness without necessarily being at all or entirely platonic and/or romantic, used when saying with alterous intentions / “i love you /a””

“/m = metaphor / used when saying something metaphorically / “god you’re a shining star /m””

“/li = literal / used when saying something literally / “i hate pears /li””

“/rh = rhetorical / a question asked in order to create a dramatic effect or to make a point rather than to get an answer / used when saying or asking something rhetorically / “who cares? /rh””

“/hyp = hyperbole, exaggerated statements or claims not meant to be taken literally ; “i have a million things to do today”

“/sx = sexual intent, used when meaning something in a sexual way”,

“/nsx = nonsexual intent, used when meaning something in a not sexual way”,

“/pos = positive / used when saying something and meaning it in a positive way / “omg im gonna cry /pos”, implied they’re crying for a happy reason”,

“/neg = negative / used when saying something and meaning it in a negative way / “omg im gonna cry /neg”, implied they’re crying for an upsetting reason”, and

“/neu = neutral / used to show that what you’re saying is neutral or that you feel indifferent about it / “yeah i don’t care man do what you want /neu”, you don’t care about something but not in a mean or a negative way, you’re just indifferent”.

on a final note, HERE is a list of tone tags both in english and in other languages ( namely italian, spanish, portuguese, french, polish, german, lithuanian, serbian, dutch, indonesian, romanian, bulgarian, russian, hebrew, japanese, mandarin and korean !! ) and HERE are the list of sources about the content of tone tags !! i wish everyone reading this a lovely day !!

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How Infinity Train pulled from Infinity War’s Playbook for Doctor Who’s final curtain

Funding for Shaffrilas is provided by: Skillshare, the sponsor of today’s video. Stay tuned for a train ride to discountkosh at the end of the video.

O hai, Tetsuya Nomura. That’s a nice hole you’re digging with your Kingdom Hearts, what do you wanna do with it? Keep digging? Why thou? O for a production company? That’s great, whacha gonna do with it? Name and develop the town the Toy Story flicks take place in? Yeah, alright. Add the goofy jock from Glee as a best friend for Andy that the Triceratops assumes is just a Dinosaur Toy down the street? What a funny joke idea! Nix the final playtime they’ve hoped to cap off the film with and save it for a later project? A tad disappointing, but alright. Make Sora a vessel for Xehanort? Whoa, that sounds hella har- A sexy Genie of the Rose who grants a wish for every petal on that collar-mounted rose of hers? Unique concept, but I smell some Hans Christian Anderson shi- The genie’s life force is bound to the Rose so she croaks when the last petal falls ala Beauty and the Beast? And there it is, Color me unsurpri- The Genie finds Andy and drags him into a sex scene to the tune of Aladdin’s Friend Like Me? I don’t think the parents would be okay with their kids watchi- Toonami’s airing this show? Wait, isn’t it on a competing networ- Lewis from Meet the Robinsons is Deleted by DOR-15 Ala the Nanobots from Jimmy Neutron? Mister Enter would be insulted on how you did his favorite Disney flick dirty like thi- Andy is shot into a wormhole and is mutated into a photosensitive Beast? Guys, It’s starting to look like a bad ide- The Genie is an aged-up Bonnie and she’s pregnant with Shantae!? Get me off this crazy tr-

Infinity Train Productions is one of the boldest associates Disney has in its corner right now, from wrestling away ownership of three Gainax originals to collaborating with competing animation company Dreamworks, the IT guys are pretty renowned for their kooky crossovers and kookier cinematic universe. And they’ve made sure to make their acquired goods count towards that universe instead of burn it to the ground LUCASFILM. Starting off by stating this is a universe where Second Impact prevented the assassination of JFK by means of tanging up 13% of the world’s population and weaved a few stitches of train tracks across the globe, naturally the space race escalates exponentially and they begin to develop new technologies and elect Walt Disney himself to be the President of the United States with Nixon as his running mate. That alone resulted in a Sequel Show to Brigadoon where a 24-year-old Marin Asagi boards the Challenger and ends up cast into the future with Melan, a retelling of the first arc of Gurren Lagann that featured Yui Ikari as a supporting character that saves Kamina from death, a twenty-six episode miniseries featuring Andy from the Toy Story gaining a magical genie bound to an enchanted rose, and that’s just the first half of its initial decade. I could go on about its repertoire of shows both original and acquired: Twelve Forever, Evangelion, both Arcadia trilogies with the elder of the two being started by the aformentioned show with that genie of the rose titled, erm… Genie of the Rose, but the one I’m aiming my sights on is the latest acquisition, one that they made in secret. Doctor Who and how they pulled from the playbook of Infinity War to bring the story to its last stop.

Now, quick recap on how Infinity War makes a powerfully heartfelt mass market appeal joyride out of a thoroughly depressing story about failure. Where most Marvel Villains are merely obstacles for the characters to overcome, Thanos acts and reacts as a real person. Where most conflict have certain factors that tip the scales in the favor of who’s tipping them, the conflict is one where either side could come out victorious, where the Comedy of the Last Farcebender ended with the good guys laughing off their failure, Infinity War ended with a content smile from Thanos and our heroes dead silent save for a minor peep of: “Oh, god.” Where the bad decisions in Farcebender are made from genuine stupidity, Infinity War’s stem from worrying whether or not certain sacrifices are worth it. With that crash course out of the way, let’s dig in.

First thing’s first, is the villain a compelling character? Well, although Sacha Dhawan has the same unhinged energy expected out of any incarnation of longtime enemy, the Master, complete with moments of geniuine affection to his former best beff, he’s ultimately not the main baddie of this piece, that honor goes to Alrick. Believed to be dead after a dirtbike accident, it turns out that he had been picked up by the train and has spent a good three decades or so fucking with the systems to construct an empire starting with the crazy world of Elmore all the way to the Lanes Between and yes, he has shown himself to be a caring father figure to Grace and Simon throughout the second half of Cracked Reflections which leads into the episode, he’s concerned for his future as he’s clearly not as lively as he was when he first climbed aboard and even expresses hope for Jesse returning to the train after taking the exit and getting seperated from MT. And oh, look! He returns after the big moment, that’s nice.

So yeah, compelling villain, that’s one tick. Is there equal opportunity for either side to win? Well, MT and early on Jesse before his aformentioned exit have the additional assistance of the Watterson family, Banana Joe, and seemingly Penny for a scene only to reveal her in a new shell complete with mind-control and reflective surface to sick the Po-Po on MT. But despite being the protagonist of his show of origin, she’s not the opposing side to Alrick this time around, it’s the wibbly-wobbly timey-wimey biatch herself and man, does it set up a curious comparison. Alrick is focusing his will into projecting his consciousness into the Doctor’s heart, an alien with countless eons worth of memories under her belt compared to Alrick’s measly sixtysomeodd laps around the sun. Not only that, but the Doctor is able to expel regeneration energy to fry the shit out of him if he feels the need to get a little messy. But with her locked up in the Time Lord Matrix which the Master has already skimmed through, there’s nowhere for the Doctor to run or even hide from Alrick. Throw in the Master’s ability to have his mind occupy two hearts at the same time whilst he’s chatting it up with the Lone Cyberman and the Doctor’s pretty pinned but still has a chance to outfox Alrick at the end of it all.

Bad decisions, the Doctor doesn’t trade lives so she keeps asking about the Timeless Child, what it’s supposed to be and why it drove the Master into absolutely butchering Galifrey after all the hard work each incarnation of the Doctor had. It turns out that this Timeless Child was a Pheonix Denizen created by Alrick to create a perfect world but One-One cast it out in hard-light beam form, striking Takeru and Ryou from This Ugly Yet Beautiful World from 2018. From the clipped wings came Hikari and Akari respectively whilst the main body crashed out of a wormhole into the sights of Tecteun who adopted the kid in time for a spaceship of highly-evolved snake people to crash land due to Kate and Leopold rules of time travel causing their machinery to get mucked up by Time Police in an episode of Rick and Morty of all shows, causing the child to fall to its doom and promptly regenerate, making her the first to do so in Galifreyan history. One of the survivors offers the gift of Time Travel in exchange for the power of Regeneration and Tecteun, scientist and explorer, jumps at the chance by means of tearing out the child’s soul for every three days that elapse. Obviously, she’s a fucking monster and she eventually does crack the code and test it on herself and the results allow the gift of time travel to bestowed upon the newly minted Timelords by Omega. Wow, all of this from a formally great show, (Doofenshmertz: what are the odds.) The Doctor is obviously unsurprised that Omega dangled the keys to time travel over the heads of the Shobagan race, but what horrifies her is that the very thing she and every other Time Lord we’ve seen had taken for granted was pilfered from a denizen that she learns after the life of abuse was created by some dude who hijacked some Train Car manufacturing equipment to build a perfect world. And it’s here where we see the main lynchpin of Alrick’s character: Perfection.

Those of you who’ve seen the whole series of Cracked Reflections will know that Alrick is an obsessive perfectionist first and foremost hence the plan to transform every Denizen of Elmore into full-blooded humans with leftover energy from this same Timeless Child. But not many of us recognize that this is only part of Alrick’s shtick. A simple man with complicated motives, a futurist in the trade of nostalgia, a conservative obsessed with progress, a gentle mentor with an impatient temper. These are just a handful of the ways to describe Walt Disney that were used by Ben Bouqulet, Mic Graves, and Owen Dennis to depict Alrick over the course of the last two seasons of Gumball leading into Cracked Reflections and Garrick Hagon truly gives his all portraying all the various shades of this man especially here when he is sharing his story of how he created a literal god only for One-One to cast it aside upon regaining control of the train from the very woman he spent the past 33 years building a perfect world for, a woman he cherishes like his older sister cherished his girlhood friend, a woman that even now still believes him to be ‘One-One: Gone forever?’ That is some next level tragic shit right there.

Of course, the Doctor is still concerned for this child and it’s here where a familiar face crashes the party to let the cat out of the bag, Morbius from the Fourth Doctor Adventure Brain of Morbius outing himself as the infamous Timeless Child as well as harboring his disembodied heart in the Doctor after his ill-fated Mindbending Battle. This swerve may have served to provide added tension towards his motives, is he really wanting to go back to his home and views traveling with the Doctor as his only way there, or is he biding his time, waiting for his chance to overwhelm the Doctor when she’s not looking. As we see more of Morby’s checkered past in excruciating detail, slavery to the Division with everything down to his personality programmed and dictated into a mind-melded Morby by an enigmatic cult dubbed ‘The Master Writers’ An organization build solely and specifically for Infinity Train Productions to use in their portfolio of works. And when they were done with their enslaved progenetor, the Division in which they served lined him up for an execution from the Fugitive Doctor, during the 2nd Doctor’s orientation. Then they promptly merc poor Ruthie to regenerate her into the 3rd Doctor, closing the gap between Troughton and Pertwee. So yeah, The Division, they’re run by total assholes and Numero Dos only agrees to work there if his first assistant is longtime companion Jamie McCrimmon. But look at his face, does this look like the face of concent and tolerance to you? ‘Joe (Help, I’m a Fish!): Of course not!’ Props to Sam the Man with a Plan Troughton for filling his father’s shoes in this emotionally tense scene. And this ain’t the chilling twist that shocked the fandom.

Alrick: “Whoever harbors the heart of the child is the child in of itself.“

Doctor: “Wot?”

Alrick: “It means that I will have my prize whether you like it or not!” (Punches through the Doctor’s Chest, crushes the Smash Ball within, causing the Doctor to turn into a pheonix before dissipating into Alrick’s body with the Smash Ball. Alrick’s Number skyrockets as his body regresses to his prime, the man laughing maniacally as the Timeless Child’s ultimate power rushes into him)

So yeah, Morby’s been reconstituting his powers over the centuries the Doctor had lived hence the golden energy during the later regenerations. How we find this out is by the titular character of the BBC’s last remaining reason towards that sweet TV Licence Money getting outright merced by Alrick in front of a guy that deep down still admires his childhood friend. This closes out An Untimely Caviat, the final episode in Doctor Who’s revived series, and leads us right into the finale of Cracked Reflection where he goes full on Disney Villain. Mercing the Master to make him a conduit to gijinkafy the entirety of Elmore, Co-Opting his Cybermaster drones as a mechanical army, ludiccrous speed incubating a pocket-dimension frog to house the Train Cars his empire had conquered via that same energy he channeled through the aformentioned Master, yeah, this does not sound like the man Amelia planned to marry if not had already married outright. Well, that’s the point. He’s drunk with power, it’s more likely that this is his ambition talking. No doubt he’s relishing in his own arrogance much to Marnie’s horror. Oh, yeah, Old Marnie’s doing her astral projection thing to react to her younger brother’s madness and watches on as MT gets roughed up by Super Alrick in front of an audience of his adopted children.

Of course, MT does find some santuary in the Number Car and re-unites with Jesse, resulting in the now sempailess Agent Sieve phasing through the glass screen whilst the train is figuring out how to solve Jesse’s seemingly unsolvable problem of getting a denizen off the train. But that just gives the Fleck some time to witness the madness of this rumored Apex fella as he ankleholds MT and gijinkafies Gumball and Darwin to demonstrate his final offer, her response is to break out a Denizen Ex Machina by prompting Alan Dracula to slice the monkeyfigher in half, causing him to regenerate into a pair of innocent, mindless little babies that will never bother anyone ever again… The Crown grieve for their master, Sieve calls off the manhunt for the rouge slither, the companions go their seperate ways with Graham staying on Earth to deliver the bad news the two youngest raising the two babies up to the Doctor’s standard… or at least one of them due to Yaz getting arrested by a Judoon Platoon before she could legally adopt Zarc. The expression of the companions are grim, and rightfully so, the one guy-or-gal that has kept the 21st century from falling into tyranny is no longer around to do the job they enjoyed doing whenever there was a sitch to see through. But after the wide shot of Yaz getting locked up in Shada we cut to MT, off the train and safe with Jesse in Arizona. Jesse’s brother Nate comes up to find his older brother with the very Chrome Girl he met on a magical train, Nate asks for the girl’s name and her answer?

Jesse: Dracula 2?

MT: (looks to the Lake, concerned that the Flecks would come after her but eases up when its clear that there are no Flecks coming.) I’m Lake.

We get a nice little callback to close out the series as the song Kibō plays in the credits, indicating that Hope is still out there in the cosmos, Doctor or No Doctor. And that is a powerful message to send to the audience and I have a pretty good feeling that whether or not the Doctor ends up getting revived in Kingdom Hearts III alongside all the absent heroes that Infinity Train productions had raked in over the years doesn’t quite matter, the studio does not need Doctor Who and its universe does not need the Doctor. And I have a pretty good feeling that the Doc may end up giving up their ticket back into the land of the living, leaving the universe to all the other champions of the cosmos that Toonami has flaunted over the decades. The Doctor has overcome many frightening, haunting, tyrannical, violent and downright Orwellian things in life and man, oh, man have we got a whole plate of them to overcome even now. Would I go back to this expansive world for further analysis, sure, if the views get gud. But the impact of the Doctor’s Death is a pretty big deal that actually caught a bunch of us by surprise despite the minor hints scattered throughout. (One-One: All aboard for emotional maturation on the finest freighter in all of Trenzalore) The Destiny of the Doctor News heard around the world, and the outpour of memories and grief rivalling even Mr. Peanut but unlike the legendary legume, our favorite timelord will probably be gone for a lot longer than just a couple of weeks and the time it takes will show how deep the rabbit hole goes. It will also show who’s willing to step up and find ways to make a difference in the lives of others, and they’re going to need to learn a thing or two to do so. (Cletus from the Simpsons Movie with the Skillshare Logo slapped onto his face in post: My time to shine.)

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[ ⤜ meta topics !! *:･ﾟ✧ ]

they deleted ╱ meta: childhood

the main issue with answering this ask is that to get into my thoughts on dean’s childhood revolves around a lot of topics people don’t want to see on their feeds. because the fact of the matter is, genuinely, dean did not have a childhood & what he experienced during his formative years absolutely left traumas you see in his character throughout the course of the show ( some which seem to get better with some help & some of which never go addressed, even more so some of which are still leaving unmitigated severe repercussions on who he is as a person ). now some of this is direct canon & others is based on conjecture from things dean has alluded to in canon, so I will explain to the best of my abilities; I could talk on this topic for ages & never actually reach a point where I feel as if I properly explained it all please bear with me ( pretty sure this was just supposed to be a throwaway topic I’m sorry for the fact it turned into a monster answer lmao ).

trigger warnings for talk about death / trauma, child abuse, prostitution, & self harm ( starvation, etc ). also warnings for mentions of weapons ( guns ), fire, alcohol, ableism & a multitude of illegal activities ( stealing, fraud, etc ). please do not read this if you are not going to take note of the warnings I tried to make sure I got even the little things.

for starters anyone who knows the basics of the show knows this much: dean, his father ( john ) & his younger brother ( sam ) became hunters due to the death of his mother ( mary ) when dean was four years old ( sam, at the time, was four months ). this is not only the driving force behind the “why” of the series but is also a pivotal moment in what was to become dean's life.

dean saw his mother burning alive in his brother’s room. he saw it. this isn’t a debate & he was four years old as his home burned & his father goes off the rails & he’s holding his younger brother & now home is the back of his father’s car as they travel from motel to motel & john is finding out about all the monsters out there & he's learning to be a hunter ( putting his training from the marines as a vietnam war vet to use ) while chasing down the thing that killed his wife. this means leaving his sons alone in motel rooms across the country ( because most other hunters are also not fully right & john doesn't trust people ). dean, a child himself, is now no longer such. he is now a mother & a father to his younger brother ( learning to cook & clean & change diapers & keep a child entertained ) while also being a tool for his father ( intense training from the moment john learned about monsters to also be a hunter, to protect his brother always first & foremost. “daddy’s little soldier” ). it is impossible to talk about his childhood without acknowledging these two things, specifically, & where they originate: sam will always come first & to john, dean was a means to an end before he was a son.

mary —

as stated above it's kind of incredibly important to take into consideration the effect mary's death had on dean as a whole. for starters we know that dean, when experiencing severe trauma, falls back on selective mutism ( as a recurring theme ) & that he is often ( forced ) to push past it for those around him ( john would not tolerate such behavior & sam needed dean to “function” in order to survive ). the phrase “broken” comes up a lot in regards to dean, both in what he has done & what people need from him. we never experience a moment where people are tolerant of the ways dean closes in on himself & deals with traumas ( often he is berated for coping methods whether they are good or bad, which leads to the real belief dean forces himself through not talking because his father made sure dean understood it was behavior he would not stand for ). this in & of itself is enough to push the understanding that mary's memory is also a drive for dean, but in a different sense then it was for john. we know that dean had told himself numerous times “she would be proud of me” or “I am making her proud” / etc in order to work through the horrible situations he was put in growing up ( which has its own horrifying conclusion that is irrelevant to this meta so I digress ) — she was often the memory that got him through. john was a furious force of nature working under the drive of “avenge mary” “find her killer” & so on enough to not only neglect his sons but also ban the topic of her from their “home” ( if you can call the backseat of the impala & motel rooms “home” ). dean was not allowed to speak of her around their father, but sam’s memories of his mother all come from what his brother told him & we know dean fought with himself constantly to “properly” remember her ( but god, bit by bit he lost her ) in the process. which of course leads into the second part of this all —

john —

the easiest way to depict the vast difference in john as a father & john as the man dean grew up following is the fact it's not “dad” to john’s face, it’s “sir” — many people have talked at length ( both in canon & real people online ) about dean's relationship with his father. the general consensus seems to be “john did his best” in a crappy situation because he loves his sons & that “dean knows that” with no one ever touching on “dean was a child who experienced severe trauma at a young age” which resulted in him latching onto the only parent he had left when that same person, at the same moment, stopped choosing to be a parent. instead of his father treating dean like the child he was, john needed someone to “step up & back him up” & dean was a ( tragically ) convenient presence to fulfill that need; both the fact sam needed watching & john needed a “second” he could trust. I am by no means saying john didn't love his sons — I fully believe he did — but that doesn't excuse the actions he took “raising” them ( & i say that lightly because john did barely any raising it was mostly conditioning, dean raised himself & his brother alone ). it is not a healthy or solid foundation for a relationship.

john was the equivalent of a drill sergeant dean's whole life who never thought dean met his standards ( as shown from the multiple instances we see of john berating a young dean to be better be faster be smarter “you would have gotten your brother killed” “always listen to me” ). from the moment john became aware of all that goes bump in the night so, too, did dean. I cannot reiterate this enough: dean was a child & his father raised him as a soldier to fight monsters & never, never question his commands — I would argue it is a form of non purposeful brainwashing but that’s a larger argument for later. this training, though, isn't just physical weapons ( dean has scarily accurate marksmanship & is incredibly proficient with a blade, ignoring skills in hand to hand combat ) but also in illegal activities such as credit card fraud, hustling pool, & the like. dean is good at faking it because that's what was required of him & he has it ingrained to appear the way his father demanded. & that doesn't even touch on the other issues including ( known ) child abuse ( punishment when dean didn't meet his fathers standards or messed up in the many ways a child will mess up, especially with all this ) to round out deans ( trauma based ) idolization of his father. the same father who, once, left dean in a boys home with the phrase “I’m not coming for him, he can rot there” ( what it's like to be a teenager whose father threw you away for following orders, caught stealing to feed his brother ).

while dean certainly understands the issues with his father ( & is shown, occasionally, to speak about them to himself & acknowledge john was a shitty parent who put him in a bad position all his life ) that doesn’t change the mentality dean grew up with due to his father’s treatment, which circles back to the third point —

sam —

sam will, no matter what, always be dean’s first priority. the lengths dean has gone to to always put sam before anything else are massive & hard to place into the word limit. this is in part based on the responsibilities john placed on dean his whole life — it is always “take care of sam” ( never has it ever been expected that dean is to take care of himself, because in this he is unimportant ). the way deans young mind latched onto that, then the ways john punished him when he did not follow that, made sure even into his old age dean kept true to the statement “take care of sam” ( because sam is, again, what is important ).

now dean was a child taking care of and raising a child ( beyond himself ). there are things a child needs: food, shelter, clothing, etc. these things require money, which is not something a child has abundant amounts of to throw around & fulfill these needs. john used to leave them in motel rooms with not enough money to last because he would be gone longer than expected ( just one example of how resourceful dean can be from how far he learned to stretch that money ). we know from this that dean has ( often ) chosen to starve himself so that sam has something to eat, unable to afford food for them both past what john left for them. we also know when the money would run out he would find other ways in which to get more ( for things like the motel room, school, ect ) by ( as alluded to ) prostituting himself, lying about his age to get into bars ( to hustle pool mostly though we also know he can play a number of card games ), & just generally stealing. it was stealing food, specifically, that has gotten him caught in the past ( & reprimanded by john when john found out ); all of which is on top of, should john come home early while dean was out finding food or money, he would be reprimanded for leaving sam alone. every failure in raising sam was punishable.

but dean also worked to make sure sam had options. he made sure sam spent as many years growing up “normal” as possible ( hiding the monsters & the hunting until sam learned the truth from poking around ), going on field trips & making friends ( going to school with the right supplies, doing his homework, etc ). all of these are things dean, himself, is not allowed to have & never seeks out for himself ( as he sees it as “selfish” since it would take away from sam ). starting to get the picture ? it is in part why sam leaving for college both hit as hard as it did ( “sam no longer needs me the same way I need him” since sam is, often, the driving force behind dean’s push to keep going ) & proud ( “sam will have opportunities” & that's what dean has always wanted for him, as essentially sam real parental figure ). only now sam is gone & john doesn’t need dean anymore, now does he ?

while not entirely related here we know this mentality is also why dean was willing to sell his soul in exchange for sam's life.

other —

something about the fact dean was never put first by either of them both, lived with the expectation he did things because they are used to him doing those things ( john expected them & sam never knew better, dean was good at hiding who he was / is ), is important to note. we know his childhood has left him with rather severe self worth issues. he does not think himself intelligent ( even though we know he is which I will not get into here, but between his father & co. calling him a grunt & the teachers in school writing him off + dean dropping out once he could to work to keep sam fed / housed / ect while helping their father did not help fix that perception ). he does not think himself worth peoples time ( everyone is always leaving him behind, so he is clearly only worth what he can offer them in return ). he is also suicidal ( building off previous points ) & will purposefully punish himself for perceived wrongs ( we often see him pick a fight, drink, starve himself, refuse sleep, amongst other more bloody options ).

dean had an absent ( often drunk ) abusive father, a younger brother who thinks he knows best ( &, while I think this is not intentional on sam’s part, he takes a lot of advantage of dean because of this ), no real friends ( he grew up alone without any help outside an occasional visit to bobby's scrap yard or pastor jim’s church; john chased away most people in the hunting community ) because he stopped trying to at school. we know he started sleeping around & drinking before he was of age ( the sex seemingly a coping mechanism over the fact dean is both touch starved & has never really experienced someone loving / caring for him but that’s a meta for another day. the alcohol because it was what everyone around him was doing ie: other hunters ).

here I could talk about how dean doesn’t have people who stay, in his experience. I could talk about how all of this has led to his sense of responsibility & lack of understanding of “love” as a concept. I could go into his codependency on sam ( that is NOT reciprocated in the same sense, because sam will always be dean's kid while dean will always be sam’s caregiver. their relationship is not on even footing but again something for later ). I think what is most important to talk about, in conclusion, is that with everything dean has experienced he learned at a really young age the importance of a lie. because a lie is what keeps cps from taking sam away ( & dean, too, but again he doesn't see himself as anything worth noting ), lying is what kept food in sams belly & a roof over sams head & people off their backs. dean is a disarming smile on a pretty face that he learned to weaponize as a means of survival. none of his childhood is anything he sees as worth noting so, most of the time, everyone around him doesn’t know ( it is not like john treated him as enough to seemingly even understand the weight he placed on dean's shoulders ) because he learned the best ways to hide it. a bruise is dropping a book on his face, a broken arm is tripping down the stairs, his father missing is “for work” ( even if it's the bar down the street ). he is proficient at forging signatures not to make fake ids but to sign report cards. he is light on his feet & has fast reflexes because stealing a loaf of bread is just as important as dodging the swipe of a werewolf. it's a terrible childhood, really ( no wonder he suppresses it ).

#long post //#child abuse //#self harm //#prostitution //#death //#🜃 *.｡ ╱ ❛ headcanons.#meta tag.#answering this ask was like a triple dog dare #& i have 3 more like it still to attempt answers to in my ask box #rip me #i dont rly mind answering them its just the content #m i n e f i e l d #og wasnt going to actually post this cause obvious reasons #but in light of the finale i got annoyed with some comments #this has been sitting around for a while now for me to post lmao #whatever

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