#and i actually stuck to it the whole year which im surprised

[eunhos]

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[luckykiwiii101]

Hi Wii!! 💖

It's finally my turn. My own void success story💕💕. ahhh i'm so happy! This is kind of long so sorry for that.

So, just for a back story, I have been terminally ill for a while now. I was always in pain and even after discovering subliminals 5 years ago i was never fully 'able' to get rid of my illness. But then I came across the void state one day on tiktok while looking through shifting methods and instantly knew that it was for me. The thought of it genuinely made me so happy and not in like a 'i'll get all my desires' way but in like a 'ofc i can give myself whatever I want.' way. But i kinda fell down a rabit hole on tumblr and really put the void on a pedestal that i had to 'pass' in order to get anything😔.

But then, a few weeks ago, it really clicked. I did one of those 3-day challenges (i didn't follow anyone elses, just made up my own routine and stuck to it.) and it helped tremendously both with my self concept and void concept. i know these aren't really important but they sure help lol.

Anyway i didn't get in the void in those 3 days but i realised that instead of hating not waking up in the void, my thought process was just ''well, i'm getting closer aren't I?" and i honestly caught myself off guard with that🎀🎀.

But then last night, i got ready for bed and went to sleep. But I kept waking up in the middle of the night because it was kinda hot. Anyway, i had a holiday from school so I was gonna sleep in.

My sister had to go to school tho and we share a room so when she wakes up, i usually do as well just because of all the rustling. She opened the light to our room and i felt a faint light infront of my eyes. I couldn't hear her then for a while but I just assumed that was because she left the room. Then my hearing came back and she was asking me about smth so i opened my eyes but noticed that the 'source' of the light i felt while my eyes were closed was different to which light was open in the room(I really hope that made sense). I then realised that it took awhile for me to properly feel my body again and thats when i realized i was in the void- aware- for once!! 💗💗

I honestly wasn't surprised that I woke up in the void without doing anything because I have full faith in myself but it has really helped me make my belief in the void even stronger. I have a whole list of things i want to get so when i get in the void again tonight, I'm gonna affirm for all my desires!! Wait for my full success story please 💖💖

Also, to all the people out there, i know it's hard but all you genuinely need to do is trust yourself and your power, remember you are The Creator.

Thanks again Wii, you've been great help.

(btw, so sorry for any typos, english is not my first language😔)

Success Story ✨✨✨✨💗💗💗

This is truly amazing!!

IM SO HAPPY FOR YOU!! AND EVEN MORE PROUD THAT YOU ACTUALLY TOOK YOUR LIFE INTO YOUR OWN HANDS!!! MORE PEOPLE SHOULD BE LIKE YOU!!!

[singmyaubade]

warning: cursing

cheating!boyfriend!james x female!reader

you opened the door to the empty charms classroom where your boyfriend had detention. you gasped, seeing your boyfriend and your best friends sister kissing.

"y/n." james said, already raising up.

anger, sadness, surprise, disgust.

multiple emotions engraved your entire body.

you were stuck in a trance, not being able to fully breathe, not knowing which emotion to act on. you could cry, hit him, yell at him, but none of them seemed right.

"y/n, look at me baby." james said, holding your shoulders, trying to make you look at him.

you looked at him, glassy-eyed.

"baby," he swallowed, "i swear it's not what you think at all." he tried to calm you down but you just couldn't breathe in this moment.

"what the fuck." is all you said.

you looked at your best friends sister, izzy evans. what angered you even more was that it was the sister of a girl he once loved. a girl he once imagined his whole life with.

"baby, let me explain to you what happened." james reasoned, trying to keep your eyes on him.

"fuck you." you spat, turning your heel, storming off into the hallway.

"y/n please." he ran after you, trying to touch your hand.

"james fleamont potter, i don't want to fucking hear it." you snapped, pointing your finger at him.

you knew he had never seen you so angry.

in fact, you guys never fought. your relationship was pure and loving, only having an argument when needed. every problem, you would make sure to talk it out and you gave him your all.

which is why it was so hard to stomach that he cheated.

now his eyes were teary, "i can guarantee it's not what you think, you can't believe that i would kiss her," he rationally said, "i love you."

you couldn't tell if he was being genuine which only rubbed you more the wrong way.

"is this the only time you guys have ever done anything like that?' you asked, willing to forgive if you knew this was the only time it had happened.

he looked guilty, "we have had a few incidents before,"

you scoffed, moving past him to your dorm.

he quickly moved in front of you, "but, i swear, i never went too far."

"good fucking job, you didn't got too far with your mistress, you asshole." you sneered.

"because it was a crush, we both had a little crus-" he explained, realizing his slip up at the end.

"are you fucking kidding me?" you asked.

"baby, i'm sorry, i didn't mean it." he said, kissing you but you pushed him roughly.

"you had a crush on her? a crush on the girl you loved for most of your hogwarts enrollment's sister?" you fumed, "get the fuck away from me." you moved past him and he didn't chase after you.

you were so angry, not knowing where to go.

you didn't want to go to your dorm and have to explain to lily evans, your best friend of seven years, that you caught her sister and your boyfriend who used to be in love with her kissing.

it wasn't fitting.

you just wanted to erase you and james off of this planet. you didn't wanna calm down and talk, you wanted to destroy everything that existed of you two.

so you were going to.

you stormed to the gryffindor common room, going up the stairs to the boys dormitory. you knocked three times, not harshly but just enough to get notice.

sirius opened the door, an red apple in his hand that were shaped by two bites.

"oh y/n, im sorry to tell you but loverboy isn't here yet." he said, jokingly.

you could tell he didn't know anything because he was acting how he usually did and if he did, it would be dramatic because it was sirius.

"i know!" you smiled, "i just wanted to wait for him in here." you said uppity as you usually did.

"alrighty." he said, leaving the door open for you.

you closed the door behind you, "hey y/n." remus said, reading his book in bed with his glasses.

"hey remmy." you greeted with a smile, "how are you?"

"good, how are you? everything alright?" he asked, noticing your smile was cracking.

"fine actually," you said, "just fine."

"okay." he said, not knowing if it was the truth or not.

"do you guys know where james's broom is?" you asked, "he's gonna do some late night practicing?"

"without me?" sirius groaned.

"he wanted to show me a few of his tricks." you smiled.

"well, its right under his bed." sirius pointed.

"thanks." you grinned at him.

you grabbed the nimbus one-thousand fifty-five from under james's bed. you admired the wood of the handle, running your nails along it.

you then grabbed it by the broom part and used it swipe all of the pictures of you and james on the ground which startled sirius and remus.

"y/n!" remus yelled, taking off his glasses.

you ignored him, smashing james's broom on his desk, trying to tear it in half. when you failed at that, you dropped the broom and grabbed the snow globe that you gave him for christmas and smashed it on the ground.

sirius was now slowly trying to move over to you but a part of him was scared.

you grabbed a picture of you and james that was moving, you kissing him on the cheek.

you remember that day like no other, valentines day. james had got you your favorite cake from kowalski quality baked goods. one that usually took months to aquire due to how popular the shop was.

you took in the picture one last time before smashing it to the ground harshly.

that's when remus decided to intervene.

he grabbed both of your hands and hugged your back, putting his arm on your collarbones.

"let me go remus." you said, crying.

"it's not worth it." he whispered in your ear, "whatever it is, it isn't worth it."

you sobbed, holding onto remus's arm.

the door opened and you knew it was james, you didn't even have to look.

before james could say anything, remus said, "sirius take her, i'll talk to prongs." he instructed.

"wait," james said before remus cut him off.

"you don't wanna have this conversation now, trust me." remus said.

remus let you go as you crumbled to your knees and sirius rushed over to you, making sure you were okay.

remus walked outside to james and you couldn't hear what they were saying. all you knew was that you were heartbroken and had no idea what to do.

"come on y/n, please get up," sirius pleaded, not wanting the glass to cut your knees.

"why did he like her?" you sobbed.

"you know prongs is stupid," sirius sighed, "he's not the smartest and that's not an excuse but i think sooner or later, you should really find the root of the problem."

you sniffled, "i never knew you could actually give good advice." you joked.

"well, i think the destroying of the objects in this room has opened my eyes." sirius laughed, "let me clean this up."

you nodded, stepping off of the glass, hissing because of the cuts on your knees.

"after i clean this up, i'll help you with the cuts." he said as you nodded.

you watched as sirius performed several charms and spells to clean up the mess and fixed the fixable objects. after he fixed what he could, he tried his best fifth year taught healing skills.

"thank you sirius." you looked at his eyes.

he smiled, delivering a kiss to your head before going outside to talk to james and remus.

after what felt like several minutes, the door opened and closed. you looked behind you to see james and you both kept eye contact.

you both didn't know what to say for a while, it was as if both of you had forgot all of the words of the human language.

james cleared his throat, "i wish i could tell you something that could fix everything and make us go back to normal but i don't know what to do." he admitted, "i regret what i did to you, it will probably be my biggest regret."

"i know." you said, teary-eyed.

your eyes had burned from crying so much.

"i don't know if we can fix this," you admitted as his mouth opened, "if you are having enough doubts to like another girl, i don't think we should be together."

he moved in front of you, going on his knees, "y/n i love you so much, more than i ever will love anyone else," he pleaded, "just let me prove it to you."

you put your hands in his, "i'm not trying to be cruel, i know we both love eachother but," you exhaled, "i can't be with you if when you hurt me, i feel like this." a tear fell down your cheek, "it's not healthy for either of us."

"please." his voice cracked.

"jamie, we have to let each other go." you calmly said.

"don't leave." he croaked.

your response was a kiss to his cheek before you got up and headed over to the door, not wanting to keep talking about the same thing.

it might not be the last time you guys have this talk but it was enough for you for now.

[burkhxrts]

IMGONNAGETYOUBACK! [chapter two]| A. Judge

"the lips I used to call home. so scarlet, it was maroon." -taylor swift

summary: seeing Aaron after all these years leaves you stuck In a time warp.

warning(s): flashback!!!! cursing (wow) awkward tension...

authors note: I need to do homework but im yearning for a 6'7 baseball player help.

February 5th, 2024

The cold February breeze stings your face as you head into Yankee Stadium, Your hands clammy and shaking. Your shoes squeaking with every step. 

You’ve already made a good impression at the initial interview with the lead reporter for the Yankees. Now, this follow-up is crucial — this could be the job that gets you into the sports reporting world you’ve always dreamed of. You walk into the building, the hum of excitement from the sports world around you palpable. You have your notes, your passion for the game, and the goal of landing this coveted role in your hands.

The head reporter, Elizabeth Beck, shakes your hand.”Ms. L/n! It's so great to finally see you in person!’

You weakly return her handshake, scared your hands might come off as clammy. “You as well, Mrs. Beck. It's an honor.”

She guides you to her office, a comfy room on the left side of the building that's covered in warm lighting that contrasts with the bright white LED’s right outside.

Let's do this.

The conversation flows smoothly. You talk about your past experience in journalism, your love for the sport, and your unique perspective as someone who’s followed the team for years. They seem impressed. Elizabeth asks insightful questions, gauging not only your knowledge of the game but how you’d handle the pressures and high-profile nature of covering the Yankees.

Things are looking great. You're confident, but there's a subtle undercurrent of nerves, knowing that this could be your big break. She wraps up the interview with a positive note, hinting that she’ll be in touch soon.

Your body feels light, walking out of the office with a relieved sigh. You turn a corner — and there, just a few feet away, is him. 

holyshitholyshitholyshitholyshitholyshit-

He's standing with his assistant, chatting casually, but as soon as he sees you, his face shifts slightly. His assistant, clearly not recognizing you, looks around, distracted by something on their phone.

Aaron stands frozen for a moment, almost as if he's processing the surprise of seeing you here, of all places. The air around you both feels charged with an unspoken history.

September, 23, 2011

You think you might collapse.

It's late September, and the air is still warm but carries that subtle crispness, hinting at the fall season that’s just beginning.

It’s a quiet afternoon in the library, and you’re tucked away in your usual corner, surrounded by piles of books, your laptop open in front of you. You’re working on an insert for the school newspaper, your mind absorbed in crafting the perfect article. You barely notice the sound of footsteps approaching until your friend Penny drops down into the chair next to you, sighing dramatically.

“I swear, if I have to write one more paper about the Industrial Revolution, I’m going to lose my shit,” she groans, slouching in her seat. “How did we get stuck with all this history stuff?”

You glance over at her, smirking. “You’re in a history class, Penny. What did you expect?”

She scowls. “Ugh, I thought it’d be fun history. Not a whole semester of dates, names, and dead people. Just… boring!”

“Guess you should’ve taken that elective on underwater basket weaving,” you tease, typing up the last sentence of your article.

“Don’t tempt me,” Penny grumbles, pulling out a notebook. “You have it easy, though. You’re actually doing something cool. You’re always so busy with that newspaper stuff.”

You shrug, trying to focus on the task in front of you. “It’s not that exciting. I’m just writing about campus events and stuff.” You pause. “Which reminds me, I need to call Professor Martin to get the details for this feature on the team’s upcoming charity event. I was hoping to get an interview with a few of the players.”

Penny tilts her head. “Wait, like the team? The baseball team?”

You nod. “Yeah. It’s a pretty big deal. But they’re all super busy, so I don’t even know if I’ll get the chance. But it’d be cool.”

Penny perks up. “Oh my god. You could interview Aaron Judge?”

You laugh, shaking your head. “I mean, I could, but that’s not guaranteed. I’d probably get the third-string pitcher or something.”

“Are you kidding? Aaron Judge? He’s like the most famous guy on campus. If you get an interview with him, I might just die of jealousy.”

Before you can respond, your phone buzzes on the table, and you pick it up without thinking. The name on the screen makes you freeze. Professor Martin.

“Hold on, I need to take this,” you say to Penny, stepping away from the table for a moment. You swipe to answer. “Hello?”

“Y/n?” Professor Martin’s voice is warm but business-like. “I’ve got great news. I’ve managed to secure you an exclusive interview with the team, and we’re setting it up for tomorrow afternoon. You’ll be speaking with Aaron Judge, along with a couple of his teammates. This is a big deal, so get ready.”

You blink, feeling your heart skip a beat. “Wait, Aaron Judge? As in the Aaron Judge?”

“That’s the one. Make sure your questions are good, Y/n. This could be the highlight of your semester.”

The moment you hang up, your hand is shaking slightly as you slide the phone back into your pocket. Penny’s watching you, her eyes wide.

“Well?” she prompts. “What happened?”

You stare at her, trying to keep your composure. “Penny, I just got an interview with Aaron Judge... and his teammates... tomorrow.”

Her eyes widen, and she gasps. “HOLY SHIT! Oh my god, are you serious?!”

You nod slowly, still processing the news. “Yeah. I—this is crazy.”

Penny bursts out laughing, shaking her head in disbelief. “You have to tell me everything. I can’t believe this is happening.”

You start to grin, your excitement starting to match hers. “I know, right? This could be huge for the paper.” You pause, your mind still racing. “I guess I’ll finally get to meet him...”

Penny wiggles her eyebrows. “Oh yeah. You’re totally going to swoon when you meet him. I can already see it. You won’t be able to form a sentence.”

“Okay, calm down,” you say, though you can’t help but feel your heart racing at the thought of meeting Aaron Judge. He was undeniably attractive, but you’d always just admired him from a distance, like everyone else. The idea of actually interviewing him, sitting down to talk with him one-on-one, felt surreal. What would he be like? Would he be different from the athlete persona he portrayed?

September, 24, 2011

The next day arrives, and the library is a distant memory as you step into the campus sports complex. You’ve never been here before, but the atmosphere is buzzing with energy. You find the media room, and there he is: Aaron Judge. He stands tall in a team hoodie, his presence commanding the room, his smile easy and relaxed.

You try to keep your composure, but the nerves are starting to show. As you approach him, you catch his gaze, and for a brief moment, he looks at you with that trademark smile.

“You must be Y/n,” he says, his voice deep and warm, reaching out a hand to shake yours. His grip is firm, his hand just slightly larger than yours. "Nice to meet you."

You blink, a little caught off guard by how genuine he seems. “Uh, yeah. Nice to meet you, too.”

He chuckles at your awkwardness, and you feel your cheeks flush. Penny’s voice echoes in your mind, and you mentally tell yourself to pull it together.

“Ready for the interview?” he asks, guiding you to a quiet corner of the room. His teammates are gathered around, chatting with reporters, but Aaron’s focus is entirely on you.

“Yeah,” you say, forcing the nerves to settle. “I’m actually really excited. Thank you for taking the time.”

“No problem,” he replies, his easy smile still in place. “Let’s make it a good one.”

As you begin to ask him questions, you realize just how down-to-earth he is. He’s funny, humble, and genuinely interested in talking about the causes he supports. Your nervousness starts to fade as you settle into the conversation, realizing that Aaron Judge—the star athlete—is just another person, someone with a passion for the game and a lot of heart.

By the end of the interview, you’re laughing, exchanging thoughts on everything from baseball to your favorite movies, and you can’t help but notice how natural the whole thing feels.

When it’s time to wrap up, Aaron gives you a small, playful wink. “I’d love to keep chatting, but I’m gonna have to let you go for now. You’re a pretty good interviewer, though,” he says, his tone light and teasing.

You grin, trying to keep your cool. “Thanks. Maybe we’ll do this again sometime?”

“I’d be down,” he replies, his smile widening.

As you leave the sports complex, your heart is still pounding from the conversation. It hadn’t just been the interview—it had been the way he made you feel seen, like you were more than just a reporter.

“I’m so fucked.”

February, 5th, 2024 

You’re frozen in place, unsure of what to say. How do you even act around him now?

Aaron doesn’t seem to know what to say either. He’s already looking at you, and you can see the familiar flicker of recognition in his eyes. That same warm smile you remember, the one that used to be so easy, appears. But it doesn’t quite reach his eyes this time.

“Hey,” he says, his voice calm but with a hint of uncertainty.

You swallow hard, forcing a smile that feels stiff on your face. “Hey, Aaron. Long time no see.”

He nods, his posture a little more guarded than you remember. “Yeah. Been a while.” There’s a pause. “How… how are you?”

You want to say fine, but that doesn’t quite feel right. Instead, you shrug slightly. “Good. Busy. You know, new job, new city. Same old stuff.” You wince, internally cursing yourself for sounding so nonchalant.

“Yeah, I get that,” Aaron says. “I saw you started reporting for the Yankees. Congrats. That’s awesome.” He seems sincere, but his words are measured, like he’s choosing them carefully.

You smile, but there’s a tightness to it. “Thanks. It’s… definitely a dream come true.”

There’s a beat of silence that stretches between you both—uncomfortable, like a piece of tension is hanging in the air. You want to say something more, ask him how things are going with the team, make a joke like you used to. But you can’t. You can’t bridge the gap between who you were before and who you are now.

"Um- I heard you got married. Congratulations." You stretch a smile onto your face. Aaron's smile drops slightly, a look in his eyes you can't quiet place.

"Thank you."

"And the team? Big game tonight?" you ask, the question feeling a little forced.

Aaron nods, his lips pressing together in a tight smile. “Yeah, we’ve got a big one. Just another day at the office, though.” He shifts on his feet. “You... still writing about them?”

You nod quickly, gesturing to your notepad tucked under your arm. “Yeah, covering the team. It’s a lot of work, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything.”

He studies you for a moment, like he’s trying to find something familiar in the way you stand, in the way you talk. The way your eyes meet his now. But whatever connection you used to have—whatever unspoken understanding or easy rapport you’d shared—feels... fractured.

The awkwardness lingers, hanging between you two like a thick fog.

“Listen,” Aaron says, taking a small step back. “I know we didn’t exactly... end things on the best note. But, uh, I hope everything’s good for you. Really.”

You nod, your throat tight. You never expected him to bring it up, but hearing it spoken aloud feels like a sudden reminder of all the things you never said, the things you never had the chance to explain. You never talked about what went wrong, never unpacked the loss.

“It’s fine,” you say quietly, trying to sound more confident than you feel. “We both moved on, right?”

Aaron hesitates, his gaze flickering for a second before meeting yours again. “Yeah... guess we did.”

You feel the weight of his words, heavy and final, and you wonder if you’ll ever really be able to move on from what you had. Because even though you’ve kept it together, even though you’ve thrown yourself into your work, there’s still this quiet ache every time you see him, every time you think about the way he used to make you laugh, the way he made you feel like you mattered.

“Well...” you say, your voice suddenly small. “I should get going. Got to head to the press box before they start the warm-ups.”

Aaron nods. “Yeah, of course. I... I’ll see you around.”

You swallow hard, nodding, but it feels like you’re saying goodbye in a way you never expected. Again.

“Take care, Aaron,” you say, your voice soft but steady.

He smiles again, but this time it’s tight, like he’s forcing it. “You too.”

As you turn to walk away, you feel a familiar pang in your chest. You keep your head down as you move through the hallway, but the image of Aaron standing there—like a memory you can’t erase, even after all this time—lingers in your mind.

There’s no going back to what you had, no undoing the past. But, somehow, the ache still lingers. And as you move forward, you can’t help but wonder if you’ll ever truly stop thinking about him, about what might have been. 

[player1064]

Loved your Jamie Carragher character thesis statement post! It actually made me think of a prompt or short story if you are still doing them. A 5+1 story of Gary making Jamie contradict how he acts/personality. Maybe from the viewpoints of others and the +1 can be Gary defending Jamie personality/character. Again love your drabbles and stories!

im ngl i DID set out to do this as a 5+1 but I. ran out of steam a bit (bitches when their meds are out of stock etc). so instead have a 4+0 😅

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Philip.

Phil has abandoned the boardroom and is wandering around Hotel Football in search of snacks when he comes upon a small kitchenette where Jamie is busy swearing at a kettle.

He hadn't realised Jamie was here too, he and the other lads have been stuck in a meeting with Gary for hours now and there'd been no mention of it, but it's not that surprising when he thinks about it.

"Alright, Carra?" he greets, and Jamie turns to him with a muttered fuck.

"Hi, Phil," he says with an exasperated sigh. "Your twat of a brother asked me to fetch him some tea, and –”

He gestures hopelessly at the counter behind him, which is in such a state it looks as though a small bomb has gone off.

"Oh," says Phil. "Tea is really difficult, to be fair. Can't you find one of the staff members to help you?"

"No, I –” Jamie runs a hand through his hair, frustrated. "He asked me."  

Redders.

Jamie sees it moments before it happens, in excruciating slow motion – like when a gun goes off in films. Gary’s hovering around Carra, trying unsuccessfully to get his attention, and when he gives up and reaches to jostle Carra’s shoulder Jamie waits for the inevitable snap.

Except, Carra doesn’t snap. He doesn’t jerk away, he looks at Gary and he beams. If it was any other person Jamie could’ve sworn he was leaning in to the touch, because Gary’s hand stays in place even while they talk.

When they’re setting up to film, Gary shifts his chair closer to Carra’s so that their knees are touching, and Carra doesn’t roll his eyes or move away. When Carra tells a joke that’s got Gary doubled over with laughter, Gary spreads a hand between Carra’s shoulder blades and nothing happens.

The whole day is full of things like that, tiny casual touches which should be normal, which are normal for anyone other than Carra. Jamie, worried that he’s gone mad and misremembered a fundamental fact about Carra, even tries an experiment once or twice: he claps a hand on Carra’s back, or he throws an arm around his shoulders in a friendly side hug. Carra twitches at the contact every single time, a miniscule reaction honed out of years of needing to be polite, and he carefully shifts away from Jamie’s touch with a suspicious side-eye.

When they’re leaving the studio that evening to go to the pub, Gary slaps Carra’s bum as he walks through the doorway and all Carra does is grin.

Stevie.

“Who the fuck are you texting?”

“Huh?” Jamie blinks, looks up at Stevie over his glasses like he’d forgotten he was there. “Oh, just Gary.”

“Didn’t yous see ‘im earlier today?”

“Yeah, why?”

Stevie is lucky if he gets one text a month from Jamie, even luckier if he sees him in person more than twice a year. It’s never bothered him much, he knows what Jamie’s like, knows that anyone not sat directly in front of him is prone to being dismissed as a distraction. There aren’t really friends in Jamie’s world, just allies and enemies.

So he’s not really sure what to do with this version of Jamie, the one who leaves Gary Neville’s company (and Gary Neville, really?) only to immediately open his phone and start texting Gary Neville.

Every time his phone pings he opens it up and does a stupid little snicker at whatever Gary’s sent him, never mind that he’s meant to be mid-conversation with Stevie. Every bloody anecdote seems to start with ‘so me and Gary were –’, or ‘Gary was saying –’. Even the stories that aren’t about work – as far as Stevie can figure out, there’s rarely a moment that Jamie’s not with Gary, or talking to Gary, or thinking about Gary.

It's weird. It’s almost like how he used to be about football.

Micah.

Micah can’t believe what he’s seeing. It’s time for Sky’s yearly ‘film Neville and Carragher making fools of themselves racing each other in a thinly-veiled attempt to rack up more views’, and Jamie is losing.

Jamie’s a runner, he runs. Gary does fuck all cardio beyond the occasional group fitness class, he should not be a full pace ahead of Jamie at the halfway point, and yet. Gary can’t seem to believe it either, because when he glances back at Jamie he grins and picks up his pace with a gleeful little laugh.

Jamie rolls his eyes for the sake of the cameras, but there’s a moment where Micah could’ve sworn he saw him skip, like he was deliberately trying to slow himself down. Which is impossible, because Jamie would happily out-sprint a child if someone told him it was a competition.

And yet.

When Gary wins he grabs onto Jamie’s arm to support himself while his whole body shakes with laughter, squawking out insults every time he’s able to catch his breath. Jamie laughs along, makes up some poor excuse about his hamstring going, but when he catches Micah’s eye he winks as if they’re both in on the same joke.

[ishika-star]

spoilers for ava 11

Ig im putting my thoughts in the most incoherent way possible

I got to watch it with my brother :D except i later found out that he knew NOTHING about ava (he only watched avm) so we went on ava binge watching. He’s favorite is…Chosen I think????? idk but that was fun

Moving on to the actual ep, the animation was soooo good. I know sooo surprising but seriously when i saw ava 1 reanimated my jaw dropped. It was just so cool seeing the video that kickstarted the entire series in the new 3D animation. And the little watercolor scenes xkjsianeidnsoendks

Mitsi was also awesome to see. I really don’t want to add on to the negativity but i was a little disappointed by her death (also by the lack of role for the shepred. Justice for Shepherd and Silly Steve). Not surprised (like what that one post said, ava and avm is NOT passing the bechdel test 💀), but still. But i’m really glad to see she wasn’t just there to kick off victims revenge and actually left a huge impact on victim and rocket corp as a whole. She was also the CEO which was awesome omg i’m so happy about that. I might draw some doodles of her in a suit and stuff bc wow. If she’s going to die I hope she get ayano tateyama-ed and continues to haunt the narrative ❤️

Also

PURPLE?????? I remember seeing the two lies one truth thing in the newsletter and when i read the purples origin part i was like “yeah right. They’re just trying to hype us up”. How wrong i was 💀and ofc Navy cannot be on screen without being a complete asshole. The entire website is being blown up by godlike figures and your ditching your family. wtf

Talking about godlike figures (awesome transition), Chosen!

(i totally have to redraw this scene bc this is fire pun intended)

The way i screamed when i saw that tco killed Mitsi omg that permanently changed my brain chemistry. And honestly this explains soooo much like why victim was beating him up, not TSC. I saw that a lot of people felt conflicted about TCO or trying to come up with ways to defend him and honestly, i don’t really get why? no offense of course, i understand how seeing your favorite as a murderer might change some things but for me, it didn’t really change my perspective on tco much. Like we knew he blew up websites and was kinda implied to have hurt a lot of people, now we just got to see it firsthand. I always thought of him as kinda morally gray anyways like. Even if you’re good now, if you literally spend the first years of your life free as a cyberterrorist your moral compass probably isn’t really that strong. Anyways i’m liking the more nuanced TCO who might not completely regret his actions, he might actually be becoming one of my faves now

(also their little high five bc that was cute. TDL is kinda back wooooo. Also TCO kinda hesitating?)

Me when the cycle starts cycling. Oughhhh i love the whole victim and abuser thing that’s going on here. Noogai turning TCO and victim into victims, then TCO becoming the oppressor and ruining victims life again after he finally moved on. And then victim with his kinda sorta victim complex and never moving on from his past. And now victim becomes the oppressor by torturing TCO like. It’s all coming full circle. I love how this series has consequences for everyone’s actions. Even the smallest details or events can snowball into something major. Honestly i dont even know if that was comprehensible but whatever. The Cycle™️ honorable mention of victim being stuck in the cycle of being creating, tortured, and dying for a year

On that note, victim was there for a year? That means that TCO and victim was on the same computer for a year and never noticed ig. victim was brought whenever noogai felt on it and only got to exist for a few minutes at a time (im guessing???) and TCO was stuck as an ad blocker so. I saw some people said that TCO might have been created after victim left but I like the thought that they lived on the computer at the same time. Also i saw someone say that this might be how TCO knew about the outernet wifi portal and i like that theory.

On a completely unrelated note, i was NOT expecting victim to be hallucinating cursors and might have PTSD(?????) (honestly idk i don’t know enough about ptsd to make the claim). And him moving on thanks to Mitsi was so sweet ❤️ actually the whole farm village was so nice man if it only stayed that way. Also honorable mentions of my new favorite background character (other than corn dog guy)

THE TINY ONE🔥🔥🔥 TUMBLR PLEASE STOP CROPPING MY SCREENSHOTS

IM TOTALLY DRAWING THIS LITTLE GUY AND TCO POSING THEY SHOULD BE BESTIES

AND

THIS. OMG THIS LITERALLY CHANGED MY PERSPECTIVE ON TCO JSNDOANSOWNSISNSK THE ANGEL OF DEATH ARE YOU KIDDING ME. MORE RELIGIOUS SYMBOLISM I LOVE RELIGIOUS SYMBOLISM AHHHHHHHHHHH

anyways i think those are my thoughts. I probably have more but this is what i remember. in conclusion: I am soooo normal about this ep. Yep i will totally not be talking about this for the next month straight

[compacflt]

i’ve got a question about your writing process: in order to write a 30 year narrative, you create it out of hundreds of individual moments & actions, and each one has to function by itself and also part of a whole—have truth to itself and emotional resonance in a timeline. imo the key to doing this successfully is to care about each moment and make each one memorable, which seems very difficult: you have to get at the meat of the human behavior, believably, in a way that matters and explains and progresses the story, every time. and to write 200k words of it you do it hundreds of times! could you talk a bit about idea generation for each moment and how you brainstorm and write them?

omg an excuse to make more diagrams ! Thank you so much for this lovely ask!

okay: in case you don’t want to scroll through like four/five months of my inane icemav Poasting, I’ve done a couple other posts that go into my process — here about specifically chapter 1 and here about the fatal flaw of my fics from a construction standpoint

but from an idea generation standpoint… it’s pretty boring and cynical. I literally just make checklists. “things that HAVE to happen.” here’s my notes app check list of stuff that HAD to happen for the story to make sense in my rewrite of what is now chapters 8 & 9. this is from last december lol

and here’s a checklist/diagram of the major story beats and the changes in relationship dynamics throughout the story. any one of these dynamics changing reflects on the others in a way that‘s worth talking about. the hard part is finding a framing device or scene to talk about them.

the A plot of the fic is ice’s relationship with the navy, primarily. his arc is defined by his rank. so that’s the number 1 dynamic I wanted to focus on in such-and-such scenes, and why I stuck as stringently as possible to the “one rank per chapter” formula until ice got to the top & had to reckon with what being at the top actually means. His change in ranks is inspiration enough for most scenes because it shifts the dynamics in a way that is worth remarking upon in and of itself.

as an example im thinking of this scene (mostly because it’s short but also) because i think it’s kind of representative of how my idea generation process works

It fills a lot of gaps that i needed filled at that specific juncture in the story. the idea started with a stupid little section of dialogue in my head (mav would be surprised that ice’s official Navy docusign signature isn’t his actual signature) that happened to be symbolically relevant too (of course ice would have two different signatures for his two different personas). Then it morphed into a discussion of Ice’s canonically unhappy-looking compacflt portrait, which is canonically unhappy-looking. Then add onto that ice admitting he’s only happy at home (home obviously meaning with maverick, given that he’s literally in his house right now and still doesn’t feel like he’s home) and maverick telling him, “well that’s a problem that has literally the easiest fix in the world. youre making this way more complicated than it needs to be. just come home to me.”

so it’s literally just checking off boxes of things I wanted to talk about. as I said, a very cynical creation process. ✅ ice and mav doing the long-distance-relationship phone call thing (framing device for the whole scene). ✅ mav knowing ice’s real vs fake signature ❤️. ✅ ice’s canon unhappy compacflt portrait that makes an appearance in TGM. ✅ ice not feeling at home in Hawaii. ✅ ice not being fulfilled by the job & only being fulfilled by mav. ✅ ice coming up with excuses to see mav at any possible chance he gets. ✅ ice still obviously thinking of mav and Bradley as his family & maverick as his home. Etc etc. You see what i mean? how many stupid little ideas, symbols, and dynamic shifts can i cram into a page or so? that’s pretty much my thinking.

[tokusaatsus]

HELLO REQUESTS OPEN IM HERE AS SOON AS I SEE can i request nazu and/or kasa and or anyone else you wanna include with the idea of him overhearing that you like him....

WHEN THEY OVERHEAR YOU CONFESSING

ft. aoi hinata, kagehira mika, suou tsukasa

© tokusaatsus 2022

warnings: mentions of nausea/sickness (mika)

“So? Who do you like?”

Your best friend’s voice is loud and cheerful, and you hurry to shush him (Shut up, Subaru!) before he announces to the whole fucking world that L/N Y/N has a big, fat crush! in the middle of class cleaning duty, to boot. Honestly, you’re surprised he hasn’t done it yet because, as much as you love him, he can be loud.

“You already know!” He gives you the puppy eyes, and you cave–but not before looking around furtively to make sure no one’s listening. “I like…”

“Hippii? Like, Aoi? Like, the one from 2wink?”

While normally, Hinata wouldn’t appreciate the blatant shock in Akehoshi-senpai’s voice (why does he sound so surprised? Hinata can be likeable!), at this point in time he can’t exactly blame the other boy. Really? Him? His eyes are wide as he slides down the wall, hitting the floor with a slight thump. He’d just meant to deliver a message from sensei, not overhear…that… You…like him?

“Yes,” You sound exasperated, as though you’re answering his unspoken question. He can picture your face right now, eyebrows furrowed and a pout on your lips as you glare at your best friend.

Oh, wow. Wow, just. Wow. You like him. You, literally the most amazing person in the world (second to only himself and Yuuta-kun, of course!), like him. Him, Aoi Hinata.

This can’t be real, Hinata thinks. This literally cannot be happening.

He never gets this lucky. Ever. His whole life has pretty much been (and he hates to put it this way but there’s literally no way else to say it that would really drive the point home) one L after the other. And not the money kind, if you get his drift. So, something like this? To have the person he’s been crushing on for the better part of a year (much to Yuuta-kun’s chagrin–he hates when his aniki gets all lovey-dovey over something you said or did that day) to not just like him as a friend, but to actually reciprocate his romantic feelings? There’s no way.

He resists the urge to squeal and fan himself like a blushing schoolgirl encountering her ikemen crush. What does he do? Does he go inside and confess? But that would imply he overheard you… Hinata considers WWYKD (What Would Yuuta-kun Do) and… Oh. Oh, God, Yuuta-kun.

He’s going to be insufferable about this.

“Eh, Mikki? For real?”

When Mika went back to class to get his forgotten notebook (Oshi-san would be real mad if he didn’t bring it to practice), the last thing he expected was to hear you…say you like him? Like, romantically? Is that it?

He stands frozen in the doorway, unsure. What does he do now? Does he say something? Does he tell you he likes you too? But that should be a given, isn’t it? Of course he likes you. Who wouldn’t like you? You’re so nice and sweet, and you always help him out when he’s stuck on some stupid problem… You never call him dumb or berate him, you’re always smiling cheerfully… You always share your snacks with him, and you think his stuffed toys are adorable…

If someone didn’t like you, Mika thinks, then there’s definitely something wrong with them.

Yes or no? Should he just pretend nothing ever happened? Which would you prefer? What if he says he likes you, but just makes you more uncomfortable? He doesn’t want you to hate him! That would be, like, the nightmare scenario for him.

(Just imagining a time where you don’t smile at Mika, don’t laugh with him instead of at him, hurts in a way he can’t really explain.)

(It makes his stomach churn–but not the way it does when he’s eaten too much and feels sick. It mostly feels like he wants to cry and scream all at once. It gives him a headache too, which sucks, and makes it even harder to focus when he gets all…dizzy.)

Hng. All this thinking is overheating his brain…

“Nyeeeh…”

At the sound of Error 404, Mika.exe has stopped working, you jump. “Mika! What are you doing here?”

“Nnagh…” Mika looks down at his feet. Might as well get it over with, right? “I like ya too, Y/N…”

“Huh? Kyashi?”

Tsukasa lets out a squeak that is most assuredly unbecoming of the Suou heir, and immediately claps a hand over his mouth after to stifle the sound. His face is burning. This was not at all what he thought he would hear when he entered the classroom after hours.

The voices quiet, and you call out, rather suspiciously, “Is someone there?”

Tsukasa forces himself to not respond, carefully attempting to regulate his breathing the way Ritsu-senpai does when he wants to seem asleep so Sena-senpai doesn’t force him to practise (it never works). But it seems luck is on his side, because Akehoshi-senpai monopolises your attention once again and you forget about the sound you heard.

He takes a moment to breathe. Let’s calm down, and think about this rationally. Fact: he likes you. He has for…a while, in fact. Fact: apparently, you…you like him too. Fact: the reason he hasn’t confessed is because he doesn’t think he could bear being rejected by you.

But…now that he’s certain of your feelings towards him, there’s no reason for him not to tell you, no? The chances that you’ll reject him are much less compared to before. Tsukasa sucks in a quick breath. He could do it right now. He could…walk in there and say: Y/N! I love you! Please date me!

He stands up, eyes blazing. Yes! He can do this! He will do this! Right now! がんばれ, Tsukasa-kun!

Then, he pauses and reconsiders. Maybe not right now, in front of Akehoshi-senpai. If he messes it up, Akehoshi-senpai will tell Trickstar (Hidaka-senpai, Yuuki-senpai, Isara-senpai and, God forbid, Onee-sama!?). Isara-senpai is childhood friends with Ritsu-senpai, who will pass on to Narukami-senpai (a notorious gossip) and then the whole school (but especially Sena-senpai…he shudders at the thought) will know that he failed in his confession to you.

So, not right now but…tomorrow for sure.

notes!

WC: 1k words

reze txt HI ATE !! ik u said nazu/kasa but i have written. Way too much ra*bits and not enough of my faves. hence the mika + hinata (first time writing them which is. a crime) that being said, i hope u enjoyed it nd i was able to do ur prompt justice… it’s so cute screams and cries ILY <3

[weirdestcornelius]

president meat is my favorite character bc he is in such a Horrible Situation and i don't even know if kneeby intended it.

like. ok. some facts.

meat is 52. he is on his sixth term. each term is 5 years long. he has been president for 30 years.

meat has been in office since he was 22.

of course hes nervous!!!! hes the face of a tyranny- because there is no. fucking. WAY he is actually running anything. he is stuck in a position of immense power with no way out without severe consequences. i literally can't stop thinking about him. whos puppeting him? whats the goal? has it always been this bad? does he have any family, any friends? anyone he knows that isn't using him?

i think about him so often. he was 22. he had his whole life ahead of him. do you think he knows about the hospital? no wonder he handled it the way he did in cometcare. how much of himself has he been forced to hide. he was 22. hes spent 30 years like this. im not saying hes completely innocent but dear lord hes just a pawn. he has to be. theres no way this could happen otherwise. 30 years.

im so bad at typing out coherent thoughts i promise if i was able to physically speak words we'd be here for hours

Honestly I can agree with you by saying that there's no way Meat is in control of everything. No SANE person would want to stay in the office for 30 YEARS. He was nothing but a young adult when he first got in, so if I had to give a theory it's that Meat doesn't WANT to stay in the office, but he's being forced to/has to in order to cover something up.

For all we know he could be in alliance with Cuddles, which would explain in more detail how Cometcare turned out the way it did. The family specifically states that they didn't see Cuddles during the hearings, and they're still not sure what happened to him. Barry was FORCED to apologize to Cuddles during the hearing. From what I can assume the hearings were not public for obvious reasons (the public was told the hospital shut down because of financial problems) so. Why did Barry have to do that???

I feel like Meat is a good chance to explore a morally gray character. He doesn't seem "good" per say by ANY means. We can tell that easily because of the way he handled everything in Cometcare. But he is just SO NERVOUS all of the time, I wouldn't be surprised if he was actually a pawn like you said he was. No president that is proud of their role or even just comfortable being president would look like that. Hell, even in his official reference sheet he looks scrunched up, sweaty, and nervous. He doesn't like his job, that's for sure; so why is he still president? Why is the public not angry that they've had the same single person controlling them for THIRTY YEARS? Is there not a cap on the terms one person can serve like in the U.S? Or maybe there IS outrage at how long he's served, and we just haven't seen it yet?

Meat is an interesting character. I hope Kc uses him to make a dynamic, morally gray character instead of what has happened to other characters in Sparklecare. I want to see more of him.

[librarycards]

im glad that my mom died anon back to explain myself:

well, honestly i keep thinking about this book in terms of it’s popularity and my opinion about it after reading it was - „it is popular to say anything”. to me, the most popular works are usually bad because they’re easy to digest and boring - so i’m stuck on No Opinion about igtmm - also with the argument of „i never read book like these (mental health memoirs/trauma memoirs) so i don’t have anything to compare to” and „i liked it only because it was relatable to me” and yet i keep thinking about it a lot. idk i think i’m just surprised that someone who reads as much as you do thinks that highly about the most popular book of 2022. maybe things sometimes get popular for a reason

no, I completely get that! i generally agree (and also generally avoid mainstream/popular books about disability, especially psych disability and ESPECIALLY disorderly eating). my curiosity about this book was mostly fueled by 1) an interest in some of the other topics mccurdy discussed, including religious abuse and sexual abuse in the entertainment industry, and, of course, 2) having grown up with icarly and loving/admiring miranda and jeanette as a kid, and also wondering "where jeanette went", especially in the wake of the news about schneider's vile abuse.

the centrality of mccurdy's experiences with anorexia and bulimia were actually a surprise to me, and initially made me worried to continue, and it was the sheer quality of mccurdy's writing and storytelling that compelled me to keep going - she is just a genuinely good writer, and a clever comedian in the style of hannah gatsby, able to exercise the full gamut of emotions in a reader without abandoning them/us to despair.

in terms of the actual depiction of ed-related stuff, I think that mccurdy has an exceptional sense of her own internality. her acting and dance training is undoubtedly an influence on this - she is able to coordinate her bodymind such that the internal experience she expresses are meaningfully readible by outsiders. that is to say, she doesn't write psychiatric disability as i do, and as i would, because she's different from me! she doesn't engage ideas of opacity and illegibility, rather, she highlights moments she is able to share with her interlocutors, and pulls on a shared script of lived experience. i value her depiction for its genuineness and intimacy. i think audiences broadly tapped into her ability to manage particularity and universality. we see ourselves in her work, while also understanding the sheer uniqueness of her narrative (and, as a result, respect her as the authoritative teller of her own story, which is kinda the whole conceit of the book!)

so, that's a longer-ish answer to my own admiration / love of the book! i also thought about what other "popular" books do this –– pretty much the only ones that came to mind were True Biz by Sara Nović, In the Dream House by Carmen Maria Machado, and (for disorderly eating stuff) Milk Fed by Melissa Broder.

if you're looking for a more opaque // Mad depiction of psychiatric disability, try My Year of Meats by Ruth Ozeki (disorderly eating), The Fast by Hannah Weiner (disorderly eating), and, broadly, A.S. King, one of my all-time favorite authors who writes Mad and narratively experimental YA books (and really deserves more love!!!!). She's best known for Ask the Passengers, but my all-time favorite of hers is Still Life With Tornado.

[van1lla-v1lla1n]

I’m thirty years old and I still get so fucking angry at the way I was raised and educated by conservative evangelical Christians to believe that there had never been anyone like me (queer) in history who was worthy of mention—that queer people didn’t exist who were happy or successful or did anything at all worth noticing other than be rare cases of family disappointment and societal exile.

Fanfiction was even more of a fantasy world to me because in it people in various historical eras could be gay—in school the fact that many of my favorite writers and poets were gay wasn’t mentioned in class, even as we ostensibly learned about their historical context. And when I researched these people later and found out that so many of them were queer I was so angry. All this time I’d felt I was an embarrassing exception, that I had no one respectable to look up to, no precedent for how I might live in accordance with my actual self. Considering a life outside the one set down for you as normal and acceptable is frightening when you’re raised in that world—the wages of sin is death, etc.

I’m reading a history of the Marquis de Sade’s 120 Days of Sodom and I’m struck by the fact that I still get surprised by the historical presence of queer people, e.g. France’s eighteenth-century sodomite fraternities. A pope was warned about sodomy as early as 1100, when one of the king’s lovers was appointed as a bishop. The 20th-century sexologist Iwan Bloch believed that homosexuality was perverse until he found a 120-year-old manuscript by Sade and came to understand that the behaviors he advocated against had long been present in the population.* Yes, queer behavior has often considered errant and punishable, but it’s been here the whole time.

And though queer advocacy organizations often use those “queer people have always been here” taglines, I think that’s very in-group language, because IME many conservative cishet people don’t have the historical context to understand how true that is, or why it matters.

So now we have this grand conservative movement in the U.S.—one that is itself not new, that is very recycled from earlier eras of backlash against homosexuality—that frames queerness and gender-nonconformance as novel, and uses that basis to argue that it’s insidious and should be eradicated before it spreads deeper into the “normal” “virtuous” population. And an accompanying movement to remove mentions of queerness from education, which will only more deeply entrench these notions—the same ones I grew up with—into the next generation.

It’s just so fucking frustrating to me that western societies have these conversations and realizations about queerness over and over again, and then they’re quashed, over and over again, and we’re still stuck in this cycle of shame and stigma. Hundreds of years of bullshit, because people are so afraid of “deviance.”

* source note: The Curse of the Marquis de Sade by Joel Warner

[sluttypatrickstar]

i have been volunteering in a secondhand bookshop for almost a year, and in this time, i have not been collecting any data at all but i do have some Vaguely Recollected Observations. i present to you all: books i am sick of seeing (and other stories)

any crime or thriller novel. any and all of them. i loathe crime and thriller and for no actual reason other than that we have so, so many crime/thriller books. there are always too many. we can build a tower out of all the books we have. we can make entire one-author displays out of certain crime authors.

particular crime books of note: the thursday murder club by richard osman, we always have that; the millennium trilogy by stieg larsson, we have like 5+ copies of the whole trilogy

there are always at least 4 eleanor oliphants in the bookshop at any given time

we get a lot of jeremy clarkson books. these seem to stay in the back forever, because nobody ever seems to shelve them, and i think this is very funny and based

i only ever see 2 different mark haddon books, but based on the frequency with which we get those two alone, i would like him to never write another book again thanks

no reader is reading the reader (it gets donated a lot)

NOBODY DONATES SCI FI

on the rare occasion that somebody does donate sci-fi, they always donate an absolutely massive collection. we still haven't shifted our massive collection of classic star trek novels. if these weren't on the shelf i think it would be empty

nobody buys romance, but everybody donates it

What Are These Vague Historical Looking Books About Girls And What Genre Are They? im obsessed with how little i know about the shipyard girls and yet they are always with us

sometimes you think a book is too weird to be sold. this is never true

when no-one else is looking, i toss scott adams books into the recycling. im not supposed to do this, our personal feelings about some books/authors aren't supposed to get in the way of things and usually books by People I Hate don't get sold anyway, but im not giving the dilbert guy a chance

fantasy is close to sci-fi in being a genre we Struggle to get donations for, but we have so much george rr martin that it keeps the shelves pretty full. thanks george!

some volunteers do not know the difference between young adult and children's

i cannot distinguish sometimes between general fantasy and young adult fantasy. i am always DMing people being like, is this YA?? do you know?? ?help

we never get enough chuck palahniuk

one time we got like 16 signed val mcdermid books and all of them were dedicated to mary and i don't know if mary died or if she had a breakup with val mcdermid's books

you can tell a lot about a person from the books being donated. sometimes it's funny, sometimes it's sad (especially when there's a lot of self-help books on a specific subject, i hope they got the help they needed), but a lot of the time it's fascinating

as per the above, you can never tell based on appearance what kind of books somebody is about to donate to you. it is always a surprise

i hate it when we have a whole series and somebody buys book 1 because then we're stuck with like. books 2-5 forevermore :(

that one time someone donated their entire massive full metal alchemist manga collection except it was missing volume 3

you can tell what books were either award-winning or popular based on what books you see the most of

WE'VE ONLY EVER HAD ONE COPY OF SPARE BY PRINCE HARRY CAN YOU FUCKING BELIEVE IT???

[g1ngerbeer]

percy is a stupid ridiculous nerd who thinks he's SOoO cool but in reality he runs around and gets his hand stuck in his own inventions and nearly gets blown up by running through fire with gunpowder in his pockets and has a pompous-ass name with 14 fucking syllables. i love him sm.

finished season 2 btw. it was fabulous how all the other characters got their issues delved into but also funny how its reading very much "here's a trauma episode for keyleth and here's an episode for the twins and here's an episode for grog and here's one for percy- actually wait you're really fucked up you need an entire season"

do you know what cr youtube episodes correspond with the show plot? I know that the first several aren't show related bc dnd copyright, but is there a confirmed period for s1/2?

~ percy anon

(thanks for letting me chat w/ u)

percival fredrickwhatever the fuck de rolo iii is so funny. hes my favorite pathetic little loserguy. now that he is (kind of) free from the tragic backstory demons he gets to be goofier :] builds an actual mousetrap out of forks and then sets it off on his own hand ... gives his ridiculous fancy coat to the girl he likes then tries to pretend hes not freezing his ass off ... he does NOT act like a guy with 16 wis. loser. and yeah honestly with the amount of gunpowder he has on him at all times im surprised he hasnt exploded yet. what a freak. what an absolute loser. nerd. i love how they do let him be cool with his tragic backstory and really good aesthetic and swagful competence at violence and murder. and yet he is still silly. and dumb <3 my little guy. bully him more its what taliesin would want

his name is a running joke in the campaign btw he'll introduce himself with all 17 syllables of it and at least two other people will immediately follow it up with "you can call him percy"

also WOW you got through this show fast. congratulations! and welcome to the eternal waiting-on-s3 trenches </3

actually episodes 1-2 of tlovm are a very loose adaptation of some of the pre-stream content (since they didn't start streaming until several years into the actual campaign)! they've got a summary video for all of the pre-stream stuff called the story of vox machina which has some really pretty illustrations. there's also "vox machina: origins" which is an ongoing series of comics adapting pre-stream vox machina. the briarwoods arc (tlovm season 1) corresponds to campaign episodes 24-36. they get the invitation to the feast with the briarwoods at the end of 23 though and it's all set up in 14 iirc. i'm not entirely sure of tlovm season 2 content since i actually only just started on campaign chroma conclave, but according to the wiki that whole arc would be episodes 39-83. although tlovm definitely hasn't gotten to campaign episode 69. so i think they're only halfway through that. the children yearn for season 3

(and yeah ofc np!!! its very nice to have somebody to yell about percy with sldkgjsljglsk)

[skinks]

I got tagged by @rockcandyshrike to do a wee music meme post and I’m gonna follow her example and do my top 10 most RECENT repeated songs because that’s more interesting than just my top 10 repeated songs. gives it a lil summer snapshot. I find that I mostly listen to metal and prog in the winter whereas as soon as the sun is actually warm I remember funk and classical exists lmao

1. Breakwater - Release the Beast

However hard you might imagine this song goes, you’re not ready for it!!! Heard this for the first time before the Coheed show the other night, immediately recognised a part of it being the origin sample for the entire daft punk song “robot rock”. This is so insanely good, and my discovery of it coinciding with actual summer weather means I’ve been blasting it while driving around with my windows down nonstop lmao. You’re welcome fellow citizens. The beast is fucking released

2. Bilmuri - BOUTTA CASHEW

Just because it’s summer doesn’t mean I stop listening to metal and post-hxc… Bilmuri have never failed me except for the fact that they never tour the UK. The danciest tongue-in-cheek bangers this side of dance gavin dance

3. Halogen - U Got That

SPEAKING OF DANCE!! Who among us can resist a house drop when it’s this chonky. I heard this on a tiktok meme shared to tumblr that I had to do like 3 levels of googling to understand because I’m an old woman. But this song makes me actually want to go to a club for the second time ever in my crone life

4. Caroline Polachek - Caroline Shut Up

I had heard a snippet of one of her songs ages ago and it didn’t wow me, but I gave her new album a try and holy moly!! Really interesting acrobatic vocals plus lush dense intricate dramatic varied production… im in love. Even though this is actually from her first album, it’s the best example of what I like about her stuff. She’s like a mix of Bjork and 90s Madonna and Enya and Imogen Heap. And brother I’m nothing if not a Heaphead. Caroline pls come to Scotland

5. Maria Callas - O Mio Babbino Caro

I got this song stuck in my head and of course it’s so hard to sing along to a soprano aria, but I specifically love this Callas version because the way she really takes her time with the phrasing emphasises the longing of it and it makes me cry

6. bel canto - A Shoulder to the Wheel

Recently discovered there’s a name for an artistic aesthetic I have VIVID memory and nostalgia for from the mid-late 90s - the name of the aesthetic is Global Village Coffeehouse. I found a 50 hour gvc playlist on spotify and have been finding banging new music one of which is this song!! I love the propulsive synths and drums and the DRAMA… let it wash over u

7. Chris Rea - On The Beach

It’s got to be this specific single version not the slower album one! My whole life I only knew Rea as the singer of a pretty great xmas song until this April when my beloved pal added this to our Highland roadtrip playlist. If this doesn’t get you feeling like a neon-soaked sweaty lounge-lizard having a hallucinatory tango under a palm tree with a sexy extra from Miami Vice idk what will

8. Aviations - Coma

Is it really a joe skinks music post if there’s not a 10 minute prog metal song………….

I’m hoping their last two singles this year mean we have an imminent album incoming and it’s gonna SLAP as hard as the rest of their output! Aviations embody everything I love most and seek out in my prog metal; super agile clean AND harsh vocals interacting with the extreme amount of syncopation and intricacy in the instrumental arrangements. Aviations use piano in their compositions better than any other prog band I enjoy. I mean listen to this shit it’s beautiful

9. Stereophonics - Pick A Part That’s New

I had a really fun time making a playlist of songs I remember my parents always playing in my childhood, it’s full of a lot of 90s soul and electronic music and also this… whiny britpop. But it surprised me how much fantastic whiny britpop there is

10. Sumerlands - Force of a Storm

My brother introduced me to this album and it truly fucks how much they sound like an old-school Heavy Metal band while being fully contemporary. Like they truly sound like Sabbath or Iron Maiden but with modern production sensibilities. I LOVE the strength of this guy’s voice. Like if this doesn’t make you feel like a barbarian riding a winged steed and brandishing a massive sword against a dragon drawn by Frank Frazetta idk what will. Can u tell fantasising is how I process music

I will tag @shrikestrike @acuzena @lungtile @kitsune-sam @wordssometimesfail @kelsey-arts @erebones and whomstever else wants to… of course nobody has to if they don’t want

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✨ oc tag game wahoooo! ✨

aight so here's the tag game i wasn't tagged in but wanted to do and @gwynbleidd and @graveyaird convinced me that i should 😔 along with u two i tag @werecanidae and @sylkana and anyone else who feels like doing this 🐏

favourite oc - ok thats a very difficult and unfair question, i love all of them so so much, they all mean a lot to me for different reas– ravell. its a toss between ravell and kaz tbh but. ravell. ravell means Everything to me.

newest oc - probably avery? whom i dont talk about a whole lot because they are from the [redacted] Duology 🙃. if we consider an oc from 2 and a half years ago new lmao. listen, i havent been making new ocs much, i just had a period of time when i made a bunch. so avery is a very rare exception of a new oc. im honestly surprised she sort of.. stuck around and i genuinely love her a lot. she was made out of the need to play as a new h*wke because ive been playing as the same one since the dawn of time. she gave my game experience a much needed fresh air and some nuance too.

oldest oc - ravell. or the version of. ravell in sk/rim was very much based on an already existing original character and those two characters still somehow intertwine to this day. there are subtle differences but they are more or less the same person. but when it comes to ocs i talked about on here, which are usually just ocs for this or that game, excluding any original story ones then yeah its ravell.

meanest oc - lyrhis? i know i still present her on here as a dos2 oc but she is an original story oc and i only put her in dos2 because 1) it felt like it would fit her 2) she is important to me and i wanted to be able to still talk about her on here without feeling like she doesnt fit in because she isnt from a game lol. i think her being "mean" is more about her being generally very otherwordly, inhuman and therefore aloof - which can get interpreted as mean i guess - because her perception of things is very different. calling her "mean" even feels weird because that word implies this sort of.. human meanness, spitefulness, generally being malicious for some reason. if anything calling her "mean" is maybe an understatement. she is just kinda cold-blooded, cruel, ruthless. ok you know who is actually a mean oc. evan. he is the opposite of what i just said about lyrhis. he isnt cruel or cold-blooded, but he is spiteful, malicious and can cause a lot of harm with only his words and need for revenge or simple spite. i think that to be mean one still has to be human, its a human trait. and he is human, there is a reason for why he is like that. lyrhis isnt human in the first place.

softest - hera 😔 literally my only normal oc. and she spends a lot of time in the sewers, talks to her rats and overall is a bit Odd but. she is the least evil out of my ocs and carries the least amount of baggage lmao. sure she has been through shit but she is the only oc that turned out "fine" after her personal trauma. but other than that she is very compassionate, considerate and has a strong moral code

most aloof/standoffish - well idk. its a toss between lyrhis i guess for reasons i already mentioned and then wren. which is quite a difference lmao. those two come to mind first but then also ravell, ives and avery. eh, most of my ocs probably seem standoffish, its one of their most common traits. but in conclusion i would say wren? if only because wren is actually a lot like hera, my other more or less only normal oc with an actual moral code and someone who has other people's interests and feelings in mind. but unlike hera wren outwardly appears very cold and most people would describe them as aloof. they are simply distant and keep to themselves but definitely are not internally aloof, they feel a lot, they simply don't show it. but the aloofness of others (ravell, ives, avery…) definitely comes from a lack of emotional intelligence as well as simply being a reserved bunch in general

dumbest oc - probably ravell :( if we compare their general Knowledge about things with my other ocs they are definitely the dumbest. but they are not Stupid. i think them being dumb can just be summed up into them not Knowing many Things and acting/speaking without thinking. they dont do much thinking. which can lead to them making mistakes because they most often act on impulse. they are rational, they can be very smart and cunning, but also they do strike me as the dumbest of my ocs sometimes

smartest oc - hmmm. cant decide between lyrhis, evan, nate and kaz. leaning towards kaz fsr, even though outwardly he would appear as the dumbest out of this group. but i think the other 3 while being smart are also just generally very learned and academically smart. but kaz has that natural smartness about him. idk how to explain my brain power ran out half way into this tag game ngl

horniest - evan.

oc you'd bang - hmmmmm i cant decide between "all of them" and "none of them". like. i know most of them are very hot and right up my alley (i mean I made them) but at the same time. they have way too many similarities with me for me to be able to comfortably say that i would fuck them lmao. i know who i wouldnt tho 100%- ravell. i think over the years they became too much of their own person. like ravell is real to me ok. and i respect them too much as a person to say something like that lol. ok well. i just realized something. i change my statement to "all of my ocs that are women". i figured out why i didnt feel comfortable saying "all of them" lmao. because not all of them identify as women!

oc you'd be best friends with irl - kaz. kaz has unironically been my best friend for as long as i can remember. i think that even when i was making him at the back of my mind i would think "ok who do i need? thats who this character is" and back then i needed a friend! as cringe as it is. one good friend. who would be just my person. and no one else's. ok my abandonment issues are showing again and recently i'm noticing way too many past signs and patterns

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4, 12, and 28 for ocs of your choice?

Good morning, thank you for the ask! :D

4. What’s a hobby they used to have that they miss?

Cyrus- cyrus used to play piano! he stopped for a few reasons (lack of time, associations to the farm, "i am not spending my money on a whole ass piano") but he still remembers how to play, even if hes a bit rusty. he doesnt see any use for the hobby at the moment, which is another reason he hasn't kept up, but who knows. i cannot for the life of me remember if daniel owns and/or plays piano(wouldnt surprise me) but if he does then theyd totally play a duet together.

Cynthia- she was very fond of photography back in the day, but she's had to drop it for safety reasons. while she didnt like photos of herself, she did own a camera and used it liberally for candid shots for most of the rangers. ortega had the most pictures taken of her ofc, she had girlfriend privileges. she also had a good few for the general scenery of los diablos, to remind her of her home. some of the photos that she treasured most were kept on her person, but it got taken away and used as ammunition by the farm when she was discovered. she would pick it up again given the chance, but thats only guaranteeing the photos cant be traced back to her, which isnt happening atm rip.

12. What's something that makes them laugh every single time? Be specific!

Caine- hes my most stoic character, so its actually pretty difficult to make him laugh, but! spoon. definitely spoon. chen has seen caine laugh more in like, 5 months than he has in the several years hes known them. its a combination of whats essentially intoxication from spoons mind, a feeling of understanding they dont usually get with people, and the fact that walks with spoon is one of the very few times he feels safe enough to let his guard down. it helps that chen has pretty quiet thoughts, so theyre not punished for lowering their shields.

Cecilia- oh man, ceci loves to laugh, shes very giggly. if i had to choose though, you can always get her with a dad joke. it doesnt matter how bad it is(and honestly the worse it is the funnier it gets). this is at least 70% of the reason she hangs out with ortega btw. that man is so corny with his jokes and cecilia is shamelessly enabling him. theyre insufferable when theyre together.

28. What do they tell people they want? What do they actually want?

Caine- ok, well. caine avoids talking about themeselves like the plague so good luck getting an answer out of them in the first place. if he really couldnt avoid it, hed just say one of his goals(getting out of hark, for instance). its not wrong, per se, but it doesnt encompass what they actually want because they dont know what they want. in honesty hes a justice step, but hes stuck as a fate step until he has a suitable moment of "oh shit thats why im doing this". they want the heroes to function as actual heroes, instead of glorified lapdogs for the state. as for when everything is finally over, they want a massive fucking nap.

Cyrus- he tells others he wants people to leave him alone, and is Very Annoyed that nobodys listening to him. the reality is, ofc, the opposite lmfao. he cant stand to be alone, hed spiral worse than he already has without people to hold him steady. he wasnt like this before, he was a lot more open with his like for people, but the farm made him paranoid of connection and he just couldnt risk it. unfortunately for him, repression just caused it to turn around and bit him in the ass. gl cyrus, have fun with your new friends <3

Cecilia- cecis extremely open, bombastic, and utterly unashamed to say that shes doing everything for the hell of it. thats still true, she really is just doing things for kicks, but the biggest thing she wants is friends. shes not shy about saying it, but she doesnt get what having a friend entails. so instead, she ends up chasing an mirage of what friends look like, without realizing it needs connection to work. the first time she found an actual friend in daniel since heartbreak, it threw her for a loop.

Cynthia- she thinks she needs to be sidestep again. its not something shell admit for various reasons– the complete impossibility of it being one of them– so instead she settles for telling ortega that she needs to stay a civilian for her sanity. to be fair, thats not a total lie, if she went back to being a hero she would crack. i know its not part of the question but as an extra little nugget, what she needs is for somebody to look at her now and still care for her even compared to sidestep. she is my only step that needs to be told "sidestep is dead" and i swear im trying to beat it into her with a stick.

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