#and i kind of gotta learn to be ok w that

[la-yla]

I wish i could talk about being aplatonic more and how the way i cant help but feel got me into shit without it being invalidated or being taken as an excuse. Idk. I am not out to too many ppl but idk it always feels so out of place to talk abt it and it hurts juuust a little bit. And im a mfker with friends and ive been neglectful twrd them before bc of this and now i make an active effort not to be,, i still feel like something inside me is broken. Idk. I feel like a bad friend for not feeling a lot of platonic attraction. It just be what it be

[britneyshakespeare]

genuinely also curious from other ppl who have drawn from live models. whenever i talk about this experience ppl ask me if the models were all attractive and young and in-shape. in my figure drawing class only two of the regular models could somewhat fit that description. most of them were middle-aged or older people of ordinary (but diverse) proportions. like my experience may not be representative but i find it curious that ppl hear about modelling for a drawing class and wonder if that's like a hot 20-something job. it doesn't seem to be lol

[apas-95]

I’m an anarchocommunist that thinks a lot of other anarchists are stupid. For example, I don’t think that most people will just make insulin or do garbage collection/processing out of the kindness of their heart, and I also don’t think if it was genuinely done out of the kindness of their hearts that it’d work great. My idea is that for the “getting people to do the shitty jobs” question, the people that do those jobs should be compensated better in some way. Maybe a larger/nicer house, I’m not sure on the details. But other anarchists will say “all labor is equal”, and while I’d like to agree in the “work is hard” sense, I think things for the obvious common good, like teacher or garbage man or doctor deserve some sort of reward over other jobs. And for the efficiency of the labor, I think *specifically for labor* there needs to be some sort of organization, and we can use what’s worked before. We don’t need to have bathtub insulin if there’s a factory right there, and if there’s no connection from the insulin factory to doctors/pharmacists and truck drivers then it won’t work either. Really, my main problem with Marxism/Leninism or Stalinism or Maoism or any combination of those is that there are specific people with far too much power over others. I’m ok with light power in the way of “man you gotta drive the firetruck to the burning building even though you hate the dude that lives there”, but I’m not ok with the idea of a supreme leader or representatives in a political sense due to as I’ve amounts of power obviously corrupting people.

Really I’m sending this to you to get your criticism of my ideas- I think you’re pretty smart, and even if I disagree with you on some issues, I think I agree with you on others. I also want to say that not all anarchists are… like that.

So, years ago, before I started reading any Marxist theory, this is about where I was at politically. If you think about any of the practicalities, you come up to points where, very clearly, the maxim of 'no authority at all' conflicts with being able to do anything. If you're seriously considering how society could be better organised, if this is something you actually intend on bringing about, then you make some amount of concession to reality - as you did with the firetruck example!

Now, myself, I went on like this for a good while, coming up with methods of truly democratic organisation that wouldn't be susceptible to the types of totalitarianism I'd heard about, ending up very similar to your position. I was interested, however, in how these 'failed experiments' that I'd learned devolved into bureaucracy started out, and I started reading up on the history, and realised, with some discontent, that what I'd developed, once I'd made all the concessions for reality that would be necessary if this system were to be the actual one real human beings lives depended on, was essentially identical to the Soviet system.

From there, I read up on Marxist theory, still basically wary that this had all, at some point, been taken over by an evil dictator, but able to see that the earliest stages, at least, had been exactly what I was imagining, but put into practice. Reading the theory, reading how their experience experimenting with different forms of organisation, and the failures of some types, had led them to discover what did and didn't work, and adjust accordingly, made me suddenly appreciate why certain things were done certain ways. The harsh experiences of civil war had revealed certain dynamics and mechanics in the way society and production worked, which translates into political theories that bore out results I wouldn't have expected (and neither had the communists who had discovered them through practice!).

Eventually, with some chagrin and a significant deal of excitement, I realised that much of what I'd passively absorbed about socialism, many of the common-sense maxims that I'd been taught by capitalist society about the nature of power and so on, were very much artifacts of a decades-long war against these communists and the system they'd built, carried out by exactly the corporations and empires I had thought myself opposed to.

I won't critique any individual point of yours, but I will enjoin you to try out some Marxist theory - Dialectical and Historical Materialism, or Socialism, Utopian and Scientific, or Principles of Communism, or even the Communist Manifesto, and to read between the lines of whatever capitalist source you read on socialism, to notice every [citation needed] and wonder what actually happened such that someone felt the need to make something up.

[ghostiguro]

CAT BOY YEEHAW!!!

i fucking love his design, it's so cool & swag, i hope you agree. 👉👈

OK so allow me to ramble:

Two tails, because I think that's cool af & I love when animal deity's have like extra eyes, tails, horns, wings, etc.

Choker w/ a lil chain detail; although I think he would more likely hate it cuz after being chained for 1000+ years, would you really wanna wear more chains?? HOWEVER, counterpoint, it looks sick af. I rest my case, your honour.

Cold shoulder sleeved shirt cuz, again, it looks sick af.

WEAPONS: so obviously, the God of Death NEEDS a scythe. However, I used to have a character who had a weapon that was basically two mini scythes chained together; I recently learned that this weapon has a name!! It's called a kusarigama (more specifically, a dual kusarigama), & it looks cool, I like it. I like the idea that he can basically summon his weapons from his blood (practical? not really. cool? yes.), so he can switch between the scythe & kusarigama no prob. Side note, if we applied the rules of Avatar: Last Airbender, he would be a water-bender; more specifically, a blood-bender. Cuz OF COURSE he would be, don't argue, council has spoken. (NOTE: I know they're technically sickles, not mini scythes, but I don't care enough to go back & edit it for the 100th time.)

I think his combat-style would be more stealth & agility, as well as magic. I don't think he would be the most physically strong of the bishops (that spot is reserved for dear Heket >:3).

When first indoctrinated (post-battle), I imagine he would have a hard time with things like fine motor skills, walking, etc. cuz he hasn't really used his limbs for over a thousand years now. I also think even after he's kind of recovered, he'd still have chronic joint pain & issues like that. On top of that, I imagine for awhile he would experience some degree of hallucinations & nightmares, as prolonged isolation & solitary confinement can leave a lot of cognitive & psychological damage. In his god form, he wouldn't be as affected by it, but after being knocked down into a more mortal form, the effects of it would grab him by the throat & throttle him around like a ragdoll.

I'm absolutely projecting here... bro has gotta have hella abandonment & trust issues. Is being betrayed & locked away in the afterlife by your own family not the ultimate form of abandonment?? i cast mental illness on him, case closed.

The breed of cat I based him off of is a maine coon; a) fluffy cat :3, b) LARGE fluffy cat. He is indeed a large cat so it makes sense to me. :P

Ok ramble done for now, pls enjoy. UwU

[skamenglishsubs]

Subtext and Culture, Young Royals, Season 3, Episode 5

Episode 5 starts sometime after August dropped the bombshell about Erik at the end of last episode, and Wilhelm decides for some reason to visit the party palace, in order to make himself feel extra shit? I don't know what's going on here.

Blink and you miss it: Hey, that's one of the clown masks they used for Wilhelm's initiation back in season 1.

Blink and you miss it: Henry and Valter are doing a class presentation on rhetorical analysis, and for some reason they chose former US president George W. Bush as their subject, which is pretty hilarious given that he was a notoriously bad public speaker.

Blink and you miss it: Instead of asking Wilhelm, who is sitting right next to Simon, how he's feeling, he writes the question in his notebook and slides it over.

Subtext: Gotta keep up that facade and bottle all the negative feelings inside!

Lost in translation: Vincent uses the word "nyanländ", "newly arrived", which is the current politically correct way of saying immigrant.

Subtext: ...but in typical bully fashion he asks the target of the racist "joke" if it was funny, and Marwan obviously lies about it as to not upset Vincent.

Subtext: Felice tries to play it off as no big deal, but she actually wants this opportunity to spend time with Sara without her other friends, in order to rebuild the friendship.

Subtext: Sara is right to be suspicious of her dad, because he is a lot more energetic than usual, and excuses his behaviour by him simply being in a good mood. It's probably his new medication that kicked in, though.

Subtext: Speaking of having a hard time showing weakness, that's exactly what Wilhelm's been struggling with by not telling Simon how upset he is about having learned that Erik took part in the gay porn initiation.

Subtext: So the whole subplot of the past four episodes was that the school locked up all the phones, and Wilhelm joined the little strike to get them back, pissing Simon off in the meantime, and now that they have their phones back he's not picking up when Simon is calling him? Not cool.

Culture: The choir is practising "En vänlig grönskas rika dräkt", a Swedish hymnal with text from 1889, but this version of the melody is from the 1930's and composed by Waldemar Åhlén. It's a very well-known summer song that pretty much every Swedish schoolkid has sung at some end-of-schoolyear summer assembly.

Cinematography: We're in the cursed music room, and this time the lighting is harsh and sharp, Wilhelm is in stark contrast to the rest of the room, there's no soft golden light smoothing things out, so we're gonna have an argument!

Subtext: Yeah, no, Wilhelm, sweetie, that's projection, that's what you are thinking about your brother. Simon isn't doing anything wrong here, he's just concerned about you being a moody asshole.

Cinematography: To illustrate how the relationship is going south, the music room which used to be full of instruments, is just getting emptier and emptier, and Simon is left standing alone at the piano.

Subtext: No, he's not feeling ok, and no, he's not interested in making up with Sara right now, because he's still angry at her.

Subtext: There are different kinds of homophobia, for example, there are people who talk loudly about how accepting they are of The Gays, but who react negatively when someone close to them comes out, because they were only fine with it at a distance. And then there are people who are ignorantly homophobic in general, but who turn out to be supportive of anyone close to them who comes out, because they know that that person isn't like The Other Gays. Shitty, but less shitty than the first group, and I think that's how Erik would have reacted had he known about Wilhelm.

Culture: In Sweden, you do the practical driving test in a car provided by the testing centre to make it fair and equal for everyone. These cars all have a red sticker saying they're for driving tests.

Subtext: Micke is failing exactly how he described it in an earlier episode. He's on new medication, it made him feel good and like he was in control, so he thought he could take just one beer with his friends.

Subtext: No, it fits horribly, and you can clearly see that it was on sale and that the price tag is still on it. But this is what Linda can afford.

Lost in translation: Simon actually says "jag vet", "I know", when Sara tells him that their dad let her down and that she is sad and upset about it.

Subtext: Unlike Simon who got a cheap suit on sale, Wilhelm just has his perfectly tailored suit delivered to him by his bodyguards.

Subtext: Last episode Wilhelm picked a sport charity or something that he doesn't actually care about, because he thought it would best fit the narrative the royal court is going for. So now his internal homophobia is screaming at him to remove the nail polish, because it doesn't fit that image.

I don't know what this is: This has got to be an editing goof? This sequence of events doesn't work. Everyone else is up and about, preparing the third year's dinner with the teachers and they're even cooking the food with a chef, but it's early morning and Wilhelm is still sleeping in? Anyway, the whole thing is yet another example of how the school teaches hierarchy. As a younger student you service the older students, and when it's your turn to graduate, someone younger will service you.

Throwback: Aww, Simon made Wilhelm a sandwich, just like Wilhelm made one for Simon a bunch of times in previous seasons.

Culture: Man, early summer in Sweden is beautiful, isn't it? This was shot at Åkeshofs Slott in Stockholm, and if you do a 180 turn on that path, you'll see the subway station Åkeshov, and if you go through the tunnel under the road and then up to your right, you'll end up at a sports centre where I went twice a week as a kid for fencing training!

This tumblr is now about French school fencing! Doublé! Riposte!

Subtext: Time and time again the show has shown us how much August loves this shit, and that he wasn't lying when he said he knew everyone, because clearly he does!

Subtext: And to show how much Wilhelm dislikes this shit, he is so stiff when talking to the invited kids who are actually benefitting from his charity foundation, while August just immediately jokes around with them and is much more comfortable.

Culture: I've seen how a lot of fans think that the flower Wilhelm is wearing is a green carnation, which is a symbol for being gay, popularized by Oscar Wilde. I don't think so, that's not a thing in Sweden as far as I know. Instead, I think it's an alternate version of a Majblomma, which is an actual Swedish charity thing, where you can buy these plastic lapel flowers from schoolkids to show your support around this time of year.

Subtext: Even though Simon is there, he's being shoved to the back, because his presence doesn't fit the narrative. If Wilhelm instead had chosen to start some kind of LGBT charity, Simon would have had a much more prominent role. Oh, and poison or not, that Princess Cake looks delicious!

Subtext: Farima is expertly letting August down, who of course pretends that he's not the least bit disappointed at being excluded from having dinner at the royal palace.

Blink and you miss it: IT'S LISA! HI LISA!

Culture: Kalle Stropp och Grodan Boll are two characters from a radio show for kids from the 1940's, but they've also been featured in books, comic books, a live action movie, and animated cartoons. It's about the two titular characters, a cricket and a frog, and their adventures. The last movie was made in the 1990's though, so I'm not so sure kids these days knows who these characters are. Personally, I can't hear this song without hearing their silly character voices.

Subtext: The Queen is still keeping up appearances and lying through her teeth about how she's actually feeling.

Culture: In real world Sweden, Victoriadagen is celebrated in mid July when Crown Princess Victoria has her birthday, she hands out a sports award, there's a concert, some charity stuff, and you can sort of meet the royals or sing her happy birthday or something.

Subtext: August is repeating the excuse Farima used on him as to why he didn't attend the birthday dinner.

Blink and you miss it: That's a Rolex Oyster Perpetual GMT-Master II. It's only about $10,000 and change.

Subtext: Simon, sweetie, I don't think the royals have any clue as to what "the usual" means when you're describing how regular people celebrate birthdays.

Culture: Simon actually says Laserdome, which is a company in Sweden that has been running laser tag arenas since the 1990's. I had no idea they still existed!

Culture: They're singing Lambo, a drinking song for students. It's a challenge song, so while the rest of the table sings, the target has to finish their glass, correctly sing the response lines, and turn the glass upside down over their head. If you fail, like August does in this scene, you have to do a penalty round and chug another glass.

Subtext: ...before her parents heaped all of their family's expectations on her. But maybe if Felice can break free she could pursue her actual dreams?

Throwback: Remember the scene in S1E3 when Simon is practising the Hillerska song in the music room?

Subtext: Queenie, sweetie, you're not looking Wilhelm in the eyes, you're not engaging in the discussion, and the only thing you do is to talk about Erik every chance you get. No wonder Wilhelm has had enough and explodes at his parents.

Blink and you miss it: Vincent won the "Daddy pays" award. Pappa betalar.

Subtext: In this context the award just means that he's the image of a bad boy, a player. But throughout the season, August has been struggling with whether or not he's actually a bad person, which is why he's not exactly happy with the award.

Cinematography: Fuck me that's a pretty shot of a typical summer sunset. In late May in the Stockholm area, sunset happens at around 9:30 in the evenings.

Subtext: One more explanation for August's body dysmorphia is that he got bullied for being weak and scrawny when he first started at Hillerska, so he decided to start working out more.

Blink and you miss it: The reason Fredrika is outside and happens to see Sara and August kiss, is because she's trying to sneak away the bottle of wine she stole earlier from the kitchen.

Subtext: And the reason Felice looks upset when Fredrika tells her what she saw is because she truly thought Sara was over August, and that's a condition of them reconciling.

Blink and you miss it: Wilhelm plays the first few notes of the original Hillerska song.

Subtext: And to cap off this terrible no-good horrible cliffhanger episode, Simon breaks up with Wilhelm by repeating the words his mom said to him earlier in the episode.

[kurishiri]

Jude chapter 3 silly but kinda detailed summary

��� ִ ֺ ⊹ @ notice ⊹ ֺ ִ ꒱ any pretty translation you may see in here may not be 100% accurate or contain creative liberties due to characterization or narrative flow purposes. this is a sort of summary as well. if you enjoy, though, please consider reblogging, but please don’t repost these or claim these as your own!

kate successfully completes sortin out letters so she heads to the port where jude is talking with the foreman. its there she sort of thinks back on her time at raven co and the long and short of it is that jude, as the ceo, is actually really outstanding, and he acknowledges the efforts of those who work hard, produce results and whatnot, and rewards them in turn.

(that said he could work on his wording ,,)

time skip to night after judes done and they all walkin back tgt where kates like “i think i’ll be able to have a good dinner today” and jude scoffs at her callin her a twit. and shes all defensive like hey whats wrong with wanting to eat good food and judes like when did i say that was wrong?

all of a sudden they stop in their tracks and jude tells kate “on the count o’ three, crouch” and kates all panicked like tf is going on but jude already starts counting down so she crouches anw (in a panic!)

some guy in a suits out to kill jude. god knows who too bc apparently jude don’t know him either 💀

Jude: Who are ya? Can’t say ya look familiar.

[ insert some lines im lazy to tl ]

Jude kicked up at the man’s chin, causing the man’s body to do one smooth flip before collapsing onto the ground.

Man in a suit: Jude… Jazza——!

Jude: N’ like I was sayin’, who the hell are ya?

ok turns out jude does remember him in the end, its just another dude who broke his contract with jude and was selling up some illegal drugs and whatnot.

Jude: I told ya, didn’t I? That if ya breach your contract I’d show ya so much o’ hell you’d wish you kicked the bucket?

J: I fulfilled that promise for ya. Havin’ a grand old time in hell, aren’t’cha?

omg he pried open the wound on the mans face and he let out a cry to the night sky that could shake anyone’s soul silly.

kate then thinks or foreshadows (yk how like ikevil stories r kinda told like kate is recalling the past? like “i didn’t realize it then, but xyz” kinda like one of those moments) that what she witnessed that night was but a prologue of what’s to come bc they get attacked over and over again.

kate and jude get into another argument like “i feel im gonna die every time! im at my limit!” and judes like “well ur in the way loiterin round like that” then jude just yeets off w/o listenin to another word.

she does feel something bothering her tho

(For someone like Jude, he should be able to avoid these grudges…)

When I thought this, I came up with a theory that relieved me of this unsettling feeling.

(…Could it be he’s making himself an enemy of many on purpose?)

‘Yeah, right,’ was what I thought, but also, somewhere in my heart, I felt such a theory may also be true.

shes like there’s not enough info rn but if i do know anything its that

Kate: At this rate, if I stay with Jude any longer…a hundred lives would not be enough!

and so shes like i gotta learn self defense! so she goes knocking on a certain someone’s door like pls teach me le jutsu of self defense!

Ellis: Okay. （╹◡╹）♡

turns out ellis was also thinking of teaching her some stuff abt self defense soon.

so ellis takes kate to the lobby and kates like why the lobby and ellis goes to a bookshelf to take out a book which actually reveals vics weapon collection and takes out a gun, telling kate to try and hold it.

idk if this is a real gun or not (as in it exists irl), apparently its made of silver with a wooden grip.

ellis thinks its well suited for kate. like its lightweight yk. hes like you may need to use it jic. and then hes like

Ellis: But, it’s kind of refreshing.

E: Other than me, Jude seems pretty adverse to putting people by his side.

E: So, maybe he wants to get along with you?

kates like mmm doubt but at the same time she has this question in her mind w/o an answer of why he went and wrote a whole contract and let her stay by his side then? shes abt to cook up a theory in her head when…

just then jude comes in.

Ellis: Ah——Jude.

Jude: We got a job to do.

so they head off to some noble mansion.

Jude: How do ya do, we’ll be here a while.

Nobleman: Ah, Mister Jude?

apparently this nobleman is connected with the guy in the suit jude beat up in the beginning of the chptr. he made him spit out info.

Jude: If ya just were sellin’ somethin’ shady I’d let that off the hook. Illegal drug’s some child’s play.

J: However.

Jude raised one leg and rested it atop the long table.

Jude: I seem to recall the contract prohibitin’ the sellin’ and buyin’ of humans, or am I wrong?

ko-fi☕️ ┊ comms🤍

[shu-box-puns]

Ok, but I've been having this tought for some time now and I gotta share it:

So Tsu'Tey is just casually having a convo w/someone in the human lab while simultaneously holding like a almost year-old Spider in his other arm who is peacefully playing with his braids and at some point he puts a braid in his mouth, with which Tsu'Tey is not bothered by cos he does so all the time, and yknow the little beads at the end of his braids? Well, when Spider pulls the braid out of his mouth THEY'RE GONE and Tsu somehow manages to notice that and they just stare at each other for a good couple of seconds before Tsu'Tey promptly starts yelling: "SPIT THEM OUT RIGHT NOW, DON'T YOU DARE SWALLOW THEM!" and trying to get the beads out of Spiders mouth. Eventually he manages to retrieve 2 out of 3 beads with Spider managing to swallow 1 and Tsu'Tey demands the scientists do some scans on him and such to make sure he's not gonna like, choke on it in his sleep. In the end the scientists couldn't get it out, Tsu is stressed and Spider is just happy to be there (but dw he prolly like poops it out later or smt 😅)

Tsu'tey is stressed but Spider was clearly hungry, what was the poor little love supposed to do? Starve? You can bet Tsu'tey isn't letting that kid anywhere near his braids again :D Absolutely LOVE this idea!!!

ALSO, the fact human babies learn but putting LOADS of random things in their mouths, which means Tsu'tey has to learn how to redirect him otherwise Spider will in fact ingest something he's not supposed to. Bonus points if Na'vi babies have some built in sense to know what is poisonous and what is not (they're aliens, it's not impossible). Whereas Tsu'tey is just infinitely stressed going "PUT THAT DOWN!" "SPIDER, NO!" "HAVE SOME YOVO FRUIT INSTEAD!" And the scientists all just watch in silence and awe as this eight foot something alien BOLTS across the compound to tackle an oblivious baby, who is lifting some kind of insect he found under someone's bunk bed up to his mouth. They don't call him Spider for nothing afterall.

Bonus Memes:

[alwritey-aphrodite]

SHDNDJ IVE BEEN CALLED FOR YPU DONT KNOW HOW SPECIAL THAT MAKES ME FEEL OMG🤭 LOVE YOUU!!

ok so these are kind of just half-ideas that I’ve thought of that aren’t fully formed but I’m sure you’ll be able to think of something with your giant amazing brain😍 feel free to disregard these tho they’re kinda trash

- sejanus being really flirty with reader at the club place while he’s in district 12 (idk if that really fits his character but I feel like he could get bold at times🙏) and she’s just not really connecting the dots. her friend Lucy gray has to flat out tell her and reader has a giant revelation

- reader catches snow recording sejanus’ conversation about the rebellion and calls him out for it, stands up for her mans

-ok so this is kind of a song prompt— “Dear Arkansas Daughter” by Lady Lamb specifically the line “you with the dark curls, you with the water color eyes” not really sure what you could do with that, but maybe something with capital!sejanus w/ his curly hair

hope these give you some inspo pookie!!

love,

pooksters 💖

Your ideas are not trash!! Please feel free to send more or just to hop into my ask box to chat <3 I went with the first idea because it’s adorable but I might come back and write the other ones at some point

If the day that Lucy Gray was reaped was the worst day of your life, then the day that she miraculously returned to District Twelve as victor of the Hunger Games was the best. Ever since then, you spend most of your nights at the Hob with the rest of the Covey, sometimes taking the stage yourself but most of the time dancing and clapping from the audience.

Peacekeepers off duty are a normal sight in the Hob, but there are two in particular that seem to have a connection with Lucy Gray, two Capital boys that she knew during her time in the Games. You’re not sure how they came to be peacekeepers stuck in District 12, but you know better than to ask. They’re nice boys, and the blond one, Coriolanus, is absolutely smitten with Lucy Gray, you’re sure he’d do anything she asked. The other one, Sejanus, seems to have less of a connection to Lucy Gray but he’s kind all the same, and most nights he spends at the Hob are spent talking with you at a back table, away from the stage and the dance floor.

Tonight, Lucy Gray is taking a night off from performing and has joined you and Sejanus as you watch the rest of the Covey, Coriolanus never far from her side.

“I like your dress,” Sejanus says over the music, leaning over to speak into your ear so you can hear him clearer.

“Thank you, I made the one Maude Ivory’s wearing too,” you gesture towards the stage where the younger girl is busy singing.

“You’re very talented,” Sejanus turns to face you, giving you his undivided attention despite everything that goes on in the Hob.

“Oh, it’s not as hard as it looks,” you respond with a smile before pushing off the wall and heading to the bar, leaving a giggling Lucy Gray to deal with a despondent Sejanus.

“You’d think a girl as pretty as her is used to all the compliments and the flirting, but you’ve gotta be more obvious than that,” Lucy Gray tells him with a mischievous smile, as if you’d rather have the floor swallow you whole than have her share this information. Before Sejanus can respond, you’re returning with a tray of drinks for everyone in your little group, and he just about melts with the smile you give him as you slide the glass into his hand.

“Maybe, if you’re not busy, you could show me around some time? I’d really like to learn more about twelve,” he asks, and you’re quick to nod in agreement.

“Oh sure, I can show you all the best spots,” you reply kindly, but Lucy Gray knows you’re still not getting the message.

“He means you’re the prettiest girl he’s ever seen,” she whispers into your ear, loud enough for Sejanus to hear, “and the sweetest and the funniest and the most talented.” You look to Sejanus with wide eyes, as if Lucy Gray would be lying, but he’s nodding at you, despite the blush that’s taken over most of his face.

“Well, I’d still love to go,” you tell him, rewarding with the most beautiful smile you’ve ever seen. The two of you spend the rest of the night talking, the chaos of the Hob fading into nothing while Lucy Gray silently watches with a smile.

[driftingvoid-155]

Not sure if this would be helpful to anyone else, but I went through and gathered all of Jeff's lines from Into the Pit!

Adding a divider as there's quite a few. Also, I apologize if I missed some. I went through a few different play throughs and this was what I found.

(entrance) night 1, before ball pit

You want another slice of cheese and a refill on the orange soda?

Oswald: Not right now, just checking around.

Well, have fun. Not much to look at other than dust bunnies and cobwebs. I don’t think they bite.

Oswald: The dust bunnies?

No, the wolf spiders.

Oswald: Jeff, those definitely bite.

Oh. Good luck, then.

(in ballpit room) night 1

There he is!

-

(entrance) night 1

Have a good night, guys.

Hmm…

Oswald: Wait – Jeff! I think something’s wrong with my dad.

He looks fine to me. The dust probably just got to your head, kid. Go home and relax.

Oswald: W-wait-!

-

(entrance) night 1

You’re here late, kid. Your parents know you’re here?

Oswald: Uh… yeah. Dad burnt dinner so… emergency pizza.

What was he making?

Oswald: … Ramen noodles

As in the microwave kind?

Oswald: Yeah.

Ah, yeah. Been there.

You forget to add water once and the smell haunts you forever.

-

(entrance) night 1

Shouldn’t you be at home doing some homework or something, kid?

-

(entrance) night 1

Oswald: Jeff, do you have a key to the basement?

First the ball pit, now the basement. Are you that bored, kid?

Oswald: Um… Yes? I just feel like exploring.

Well, let’s make a deal. Just between you and me, I don’t pay for trash and forgot to dump a bag at the mill earlier.

Go take that trash over there and I’ll give you the key when you get back.

Oh, but take this flashlight. Gets pretty dark out there.

Oswald: Thanks but… the battery’s pretty low.

Dig around the trash if you run out. Probably all sorts of interesting things in there.

Oswald: Ew…

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(entrance) night 1

Oswald: All done

Thanks, kid. Saved my back.

Here’s the key, as promised.

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(entrance) night 2

Don’t cause me trouble.

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(dining area, jeff mopping) night 2

Oswald: Hey Jeff! Um, do you have any extra slices of pizza that you could give me?

Sorry kid, you know things have been tough lately. You want something, you gotta buy it.

Oswald: Oh, OK…

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(dining area, jeff mopping) night 2

You’re here late, kid. We don’t sell slices after lunch, so if you want pizza you gotta buy a whole pie.

Oswald: Oh. Um… I’m good for now.

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(dining area) night 2

Oswald: This should be enough to distract Jeff.  

Enraged customer: AHHHHHH A RAT! IT’S A DIRTY RAT!

New rat in town, huh? You picked the wrong place, pal.  

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(about Jeff, Oswald in the kitchen) night 2

Oswald: Sorry, Jeff. I’ll try to find a way to pay you back.

Oswald: Jeff makes the pizzas here all by himself. Guess he can’t afford to hire more staff.

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(entrance) night 3

You here to pick up a pizza?

Oswald: No, just hanging out.

Oh. Someone with the name Ima Lousirr called to place an order, but they still haven’t picked up their pizza.

Ima Lousirr. Must be new in town.

Oswald: Jeff, I don’t think that’s a real name.

Ima… Lousirr… *sigh*

Stay in school, kid.

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Pizza Fan, about Jeff’s, night 3

The pizza used to be a lot better back in the old days.

Though I have to admit, ever since Jeff took over it got a lot cheaper. Quantity over quality I guess!

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(arcade) night 4

Hey, kid. Been noticing you tinkering around with these old machines. I don’t mind but-

Wait… did you fix all of them?!

Where’d you learn to do all that?

Oswald: My Dad. He’s pretty good with machines. He repaired all of the equipment at the old mill when he worked there. Sometimes he’d sneak me in during the summers so I could watch.

Wow. I don’t really know what to say.

I’ve been letting this place go for quite a while now. Maybe it’s time I fix things up around here, too.

Thanks for your hard work, Oswald. Here, take this.

Don’t worry about the expiration date.

Oswald: Oh, wow! Thanks, Jeff! It’s… 75 cents off…

Least I could do for ya.

Oswald: What a deal.

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(dining area) night 4

Hey, kid. Shouldn’t you be in school?

Oswald: Uh… not today.

…

OK.

You know where to find me.

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(security office - Jeff playing solitaire) night 5

Oswald: Watcha doin’ there, Jeff?

What’s it look like, kid? Working.

If you barged in here to ask about the room with the ball pit: No, I’m not opening the door.

Oswald: Huh? What are you talking about?

Had to start locking the door because some hooligans keep sneaking in, and leaving those balls all over the place…

You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that, would ya?

Oswald: No! I mean, no, I have no idea. I mean, I do need to get into the ball- I mean, I left my jacket in the room with the ball pit the other day. Could you let me in there?

Ha, nice try, kid. You’re wearing the exact same jacket you wore when you went in.

Oswald: No I’m not! This is my… backup jacket. The other one has my, um, wallet. I kinda need it to buy pizza.

Oh, yeah that’s pretty important.

Here, take the key, but don’t go playing around that ball pit again.

Oswald: I promise I’ll stay out of there as soon as I’m done. Never wanna see that thing again, anyway.

That gross, huh?

Oswald: You have no idea.

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(in dining area) 2 star ending

Huh?

That kid better not have gotten hurt in there.

*walks to ball pit room and pit bonnie, hanging from the ropes, lunges*

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(3 star ending)

Creature dies in the ball pit ropes. Pizza place is full of customers and Oswald and his family eat pizza at one of the tables as Jeff serves them pizza.

[lightlycareless]

I saw this video and it made think of Naoya and Naohime. I can imagine she learned that vocabulary from Naobito lol

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTNdX5wP2/

Hello!!

Omggggg another video that isn't here anymore jfc I'm so sorry 😭 but from what I was able to recall it was a (with a daughter or granddaughter) and he says a bad word and she ends up saying the same thing lol it was kind of funny tho 😂

I wrote a little something inspired by it :) though I ended up writing it mostly on Y/N's perspective, cause she's the one that usually hangs around the kids the most (though a protective Naoya does appear, as well as Naomi)

warnings: none. Naobito is a bad influece tho. but overall domestic fluff.

also: a little bit of context regarding Naobito and his relationship with your and Naoya's youngest child.

Happy reading!!

It should come to no one’s surprise that Naobito is Naohime’s biggest, worst influence for a thousand reasons.

And why wouldn’t it be? Honestly, they spent almost every day together, with Naohime constantly following him everywhere, or more like Naobito bringing her along everywhere, citing that his favorite granddaughter had to be there for whatever important clan meeting he had for the day.

By his side when watching anime, or just spending the whole evening sleeping, a little Naobito on the making! It was only a matter of time before she began to mimic him…

Which was a very frightening statement for you and Naoya to ruminate on. To have a child so involved in serious manners is just the tip of the iceberg; both just want her to live out her childhood as happily as possible! 

But, oh, well, at least his father had the decency of not drinking in front of her—yet, this following incident finally made you and Naoya realize how spoiled Naohime had actually become, and how urgent it was for the two to step in.

It happened right after dropping off your children at school, with Naohime by your side since she was too young to attend yet (another matter that worried you—Naobito wanted to homeschool her, you and Naoya wished otherwise. Will this debate ever end?) accompanying you to your newest duty.

Apparently, the Zen’in were to meet a highly prestigious client, and you, wanting to do your part in making a good impression, headed right over to the kitchen to help arrange such an important dinner.

Stress to make this moment as perfectly as possible inevitably befell the staff, especially those that were still new to the (dubious) work ethic of the Zen’in; thus, it wouldn’t take long before one of them eventually crumbled, making a mistake that was easily fixable, but with the pressure of doing everything right the first time, believed otherwise.

“It’s ok, don’t worry—we still have more ingredients, right?” you quickly intercept, the cook nods. “See? Nothing to fret about! Now we just gotta—"

Little Naohime rarely involved herself in your activities, always kept occupied by her toys or any other activity you thought of beforehand, but something about the anxious complains from the staff members struck her with familiarity, like she’s seen this before somewhere else, and knew exactly what to do…

Cue your worst nightmare becoming a reality, having you inwardly screeching, skin pale at the notion of her imprudence.

“Stupid monkey!” Naohime says, with no hesitation, no second thoughts, nothing—just a reckless, albeit innocent, replication of her surroundings.

“Naohime!” you quickly retorted, shocked to hear such an awful sentence coming from your adorable daughter! “Where did you learn to say that?!”

But your daughter, instead of providing an answer, just continued giggling, thinking of your reaction to be a joke, as if you were entertained by her actions and not genuinely upset; it’s how Naobito reacted whenever she did that, after all, obviously the culprit behind it all.

“No, young lady, this is no laughing matter!” you insist once more, she does not budge. “Naohime—you will apologize to the staff right now for saying those awful words!”

“Lady Y/N, it’s fine—she’s just a child. She doesn’t know what she said.”

But that’s exactly what made this situation not fine. If anything, it made it even worse! Her laughter representing the sour realization that you’ve been too lax on your daughter, perhaps too carefree, freeing her of any necessary limits and discipline simply because she was your youngest maybe, your last child, the one you and Naoya had more time to parent together and yet didn’t seem like it.

You should’ve expected something like this to happen when Naobito got interested in spending time with his granddaughter. Yet, far from growing concerned, deep within, you and Naoya were happy that finally his family was retroactively trying to get along with their children, if only one of them…

But those days of carefree endearing were gone, you needed to put your foot down, and quickly.

“Naohime, if you do not apologize, we’re going to have problems.” She smiles, shaking her head playfully, nothing but a game for her you sadly conclude. “Alright, I don’t like doing this, but you leave me no other choice.

So, carefully grabbing her hand, you decided to go with what she considered the worst discipline ever, one appropriate for her age and situation: a timeout.

A decision she received with loud whines and cries, attempting to free herself from your hold but being unable to do as much as lightly tug at your arm, forced to accept the fate awaiting inside her bedroom; 5 minutes to think of the gravity of her actions, understand them, and hopefully, a genuine apology.

“Mamaaaaaaaa.” She would call from inside, pounding at the door. “Mamaaaaaaa!! Let me out!!”

It hurt you to hear her crying like that, your poor baby, the light of your life, one of the many reasons you loved being a mother—but such, it also reminded you that if you truly loved her, then you would discipline her when needed and set up limits that would protect her.

She was just a child and should act like one! Not copy dubious behaviors from people you’re going to start distancing from! Just as your husband would come to support…

“Care to explain the things you’re teaching my daughter?!” Naoya is quick to reproach his father as soon as you inform him of what happened. Somewhat afraid of Naobito, you usually let him handle these types of matters, but never alone, standing by his side as your protective husband gave him a piece of his mind. “I will not allow you to spend any more time with her if you’re just going to be a bad influence on her!”

“Ah, it’s nothing but a stupid expression! Just something to say to people that are being a bit foolish, motivate them to do better, nothing more!” Naobito dismisses, as always. You press your lips together, seeing the anger building up in Naoya’s face.

“Regardless of what it was, as his father, I do not want her replicating such behavior. So, you either behave for the first time in your life, or I won’t allow you to see Naohime ever again!”

“So now you’re threatening me?” Naobito chuckled. “She’s a much better, promising daughter than any of you ever were. A shame you don’t see it.”

You sigh; it’s nothing but obvious that he’d been drinking, kind of. Alcohol only made his defensive, intolerant nature worse, and subsequently, impossible to engage in a conversation with him.

But it’s not like either expected any different, he’s always been like this and would continue to do so until forever it seems. Thus, after brief consideration, you and Naoya decide to follow through with what both thought best: spend a few days with your father in hopes of giving Naohime a breath of fresh air, a break from the estate, as well as the opportunity to get along with the rest of her relatives, ones both hoped she’d take after.

Something she clearly didn’t like, that much Naomi was able to assess after seeing the tantrum her little sister was throwing.

“No! I don’t wanna leave, no! No!” Naohime cried, fists closed tightly as she thrashes all around her bed. “Mama and Papa hates me!”

“It’s hate Naohime—and no, they don’t hate you, peanut.” Naomi says, carefully sitting by her side and placing her hand behind her back, hoping to stop her before she either hurts her or herself. “You just did something they didn’t like, that’s all.”

“No, I didn’t!” she protests. “I never do bad!”

Naomi raises an eyebrow; so young and already so sure of herself. Well, can’t say they aren’t related.

“You do realize you insulted the staff, right? The same people that feed you every day? How would you feel if someone from our family said the same thing to mama? Or papa? Call them stupid.”

Naomi frowns, disliking the mental image of her parents being belittled—or being told anything ugly! It’s one thing what she does, and another entirely different when pertaining to others. Her parents are off limits!

Regret soon fills her senses, but too embarrassed to admit her wrongdoings, she responds with the only phrase she thinks works the same.

“I don’t wanna leave…”

“…Just apologize, Naohime. That’s all Mama and Papa want from you.” Naomi says, patting her back once more. “And stop mimicking all that the old man does, ok? He’s not good for you.”

“But he’s funny…”

“Papa can be… funnier if that’s what you really want.” Naomi couldn’t believe what she was saying, but here she was, defending her father!

But it was true, in a way; and necessary to stop her baby sister from turning into a small Naobito.

“No, he’s silly…”

Naomi chuckles; well, at least she’s not easy to fool.

“Mama and Papa love you and want nothing but the best for you.”

“…I know.” Naohime eventually admits, finally giving way to the first step of her so-called redemption, an apology that the staff warmly received, her parents briefly taken aback, yet happy.

…

If not curious as to know why she’d done so in the first place; perhaps a sudden change of heart?

“I just spoke to her, you know. She’s still capable of hearing and understanding.” Naomi says. “Don’t give up without trying.”

“Oh, I know.” You lament, and the notion you’ve been dragging along of being the worst parent ever sank deeper into your mind. “I just… I guess I was just shocked to hear her say that! Something so terrible, and of course, how close she actually was to Naobito. I knew they got along, just not to this extent!”

“I should’ve known, my love. They spend the whole day together, and she rarely listens to us when she’s with him!” Naoya frowns, feeling equally incompetent. “Don’t solely reprimand yourself, I too was at fault.”

“Well, if you must know, she was really upset at the thought of you guys being angry with her.” Your eldest added. “And honestly, you aren’t such bad parents. Maybe a bit… embarrassing, but nothing she couldn’t tolerate and appreciate. She’s still your daughter at the end of the day.”

You and Naoya look at each other, as if silently discussing what your daughter just said before smiling, quickly acknowledging her words as truthful—that no matter what happens, regardless of the issues that would naturally arise as time went on, and everything else… Naohime was still your and Naoya’s daughter: the energetic, joyful, but most importantly, caring girl you raised her to be.

She just needed guidance from time to time, like everyone often does. Some more than others, but even that didn’t lessen your children before your eyes, stop you and Naoya from seeing them as what they really are: perfect.

To be given such wisdom through your daughter Naomi made the two also realize how much she’s grown. The once adorable, rosy-cheeked baby who followed you everywhere you took her was now a woman in her own right: one that is supportive of her parents, as well as a good older sister both always knew she’d be.

Ah, time sure flies by. Best to enjoy these moments while they last.

“Thank you, mochi.” You smile, approaching to give her a quick pinch on the cheek, a gesture that has her quickly flustered, tensing her shoulders as she looks away, hoping no one had seen so. “For being a good sister to Naohime and a good daughter to us.”

“Mom, seriously—can you stop with the names… I’m not a little kid anymore.”

“Hmmm, really? You still act like one though?” Naoya snickers, she rolls her eyes.

“Don’t you two have more important matters to tend to anyways?? Like Grandpa?? He’s been telling me non-stop how excited he is to have us over since it’s been so long since he last saw us and to let him know if there’s any food I’d like to eat over there so he can buy it! And I just promised Naohime you guys wouldn’t take her if she apologized, so…”

“Oh, shit!” You gasped, looking over to Naoya, wide-eyed just as he was, at the notion of unwittingly getting into another problem just as soon as you got rid of the other! “What are we going to do? We just can’t cancel on my dad; you know how upset he gets! And he’s been feeling awful as of lately too… I think he just figured out that Naohime prefers being around your dad over mine!”

“Naohime is going to be upset with us again… and your dad too.”

“Not if you bribe her.” Naomi suggests. And even if it were an idea that would essentially label the two as bad parents, you end up taking her proposal—call it a white little lie, a necessary evil, whatever it took to keep your family happy!

It may have been easier to not spoil Naohime that much from the very beginning… ease Eiichi, your father, from sending her toys whenever one crossed his path; Naobito from badly influencing her, and Naomi from trying to be the cool sister (though she’d always deny it), the one she could always rush to whenever none of the former were collaborating with her, however that may be done.

Well, there’s only so much that could be done in these circumstances—it is simply the blessing curse of being the youngest child.

:') cool sister Naomi; I can't believe that one day I'm writing her as a baby and the next day she's Naohime's favorite hahahah 🥺 they grow up so fast....

Well, now I gotta turbo those tiktok requests because I fear I will forget them and THEN I WON'T KNOW WHAT TO WRITEEEEE

Anyways, this was a treat to write, as always. I love it when you guys indulge in my domestic stuff 😭 the Naohime acceptance makes me very very happy 😭😭😭😭😭💖💖💖 thank you so much!!! (though I gotta say, I hope we didn't come out as a horrible parent here hahah I don't know much about kids but I know for sure it's impossible for them to be perfect angels soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo 🥺)

Now, take care, and hope to see you soon!!

[kairiscorner]

Can I request Gwen and Miles with a reader whose insanely good at skateboarding?

hi anon !! sure sure :DD HOPING YOU LIKE THIS >:DDD

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

gwen stacy and miles morales with a skater reader (headcanons and short fics!)

i like to think that miles and gwen would have been really stoked to be your friend when they witnessed those cool stunts you pulled with your skateboard, LIKEEEEE THEY WERE STARSTRUCK WHEN THEY WATCHED YOU SKATE AND ALL

they'd try hard to look cool in front of you when your gaze went their way, and they'd freak out a little before they try getting themselves together :')

"miles, MILES, THEY'RE LOOKING THIS WAY" gwen said as she grabbed miles by the collar of his hoodie, as he looked your way and noticed your very confused gaze. miles' eyes widened as he grabbed gwen by the arms and shook her. "THEY'RE LOOKING THIS WAY?" "YES, THEY'RE LOOKING THIS WAY, NOW CALM DOWN" "I AM CALM"

then when you walk over close to them they lean against a railing and try to look cool, with miles almost falling down and losing his balance, but he catches himself and looks at you and goes, "hey" (LOOK AT MILES RIZZ MORALES GO)

when you ask them why they're looking at you, they try to cover it up when you just look them down until they admit that yes, they were staring...... BUT THAT'S BECAUSE YOU'RE SO COOL OK, THEY WANNA BE TAUGHT BY YOU

"that's no problem, just follow me down here," you tell them as you kick up your skateboard and skate downward a slope. they look at each other and back at you, then back at each other and high five each other. "we got them to teach us, THIS IS AMAZING"

you try teaching them all the kinds of moves you knew were easy, and they were really good at them tbh, though they cheated a bit with their spider powers bc ykyk, gotta show off to the great skateboarding legend they've been idolizing for weeks now :>

when gwen tries to freestyle a little, miles competes with her and tries to one up her in a battle of impressing you--it's a friendly competition for the most part, with them chuckling and play fighting while they try to keep your attention on them.

they both do mess up at the end and slightly hurt themselves, but you tend to them and ensure that they're both okay :')

"wow, you two... are so good yet so goofy." you point out with a soft chuckle as they lay there on the ground, chuckling and groaning slightly as you help them both up. "yeah, well, at least we got a laugh out of the legendary skateboarder." miles said as he looked at you with a smirk. gwen lightly punched him as she looked up at you with a grin. "just wanted to show you we did more than just learn from you, are we... official part of your cool squad now?" she asked as she looked at you a little nervously. you smiled as you got off your skateboard and shook both their hands. "you two were always part of my... 'cool squad', you two basically formed it now since... i want to be friends with you two." you admitted a little bashfully as they looked at each other when you said that and grabbed each others' shoulders.

"WE BECAME FRIENDS WITH THEM OH MY GOD"

and from then on, you two became a trio--skating to and from school as much as you could, hanging out at each others' places for a sleepover or a friends' night, and finding all sorts of cool, undiscovered places where you three could skate for a little and perform new stunts.

you three were there for each others' newest scars and scrapes from skating and to film each others' newest stunts. of course, you were always the one carrying the med kits in case anyone got hurt and always had their phone charged and a map in hand if you got lost and/or needed medical assistance or someone to pick you guys up.

and honestly, this is the sweetest friendship you have ever experienced in a long while--with miles and gwen adoring you and admiring all your awesome tricks and stunts, and with you getting prouder and prouder of them the better they got 🫶🫶🫶

tags !! @k4tsu3 @fiannee @luvstarrstruck @toneystank-3000 @ii01vq @maxoloqy @solecitoszn

[sequincult]

Return of the Floyd Part 5

(part 1 can be read here) (part 2 can be read here) (part 3 can be read here) (part 4 can be read here)

“Psst, hey Floyd, wake up. C’mon get out of bed, we’ve got work to do today.”

“Huhhh.” Floyd whimpers as he squints his weary eyes and adjusts to being awake again. After slowly turning himself over, he looks toward the small wooden clock on the table next to him. It was indeed exactly six o’clock, just as Branch had promised.

“Wait, w-what’s that about work??”

…

No answer, he must have left already. There’s no way he’s going to have him help with the bunker construction is he? Floyd had never been the most handy troll, he’d probably make things worse. Or end up injuring himself…

“Floyd! Get up already!” He heard Branch’s voice tumble through the hallways and into his room.

What was his deal? What was soooo important that he had to get ready so early? He checks the clock again, it had only been ten minutes.

“ALRIGHT!! GEEZ!” He shouts back meekly, with little idea if Branch had actually heard him.

He haphazardly drags his legs over the side of the bed and reaches around aimlessly for his jeans.

“Ah, there you are.” He puts them on, tripping over himself as he does. 

“Ow, shit.” Floyd was not a morning person.

After the arduous task of putting on a pair of pants, Floyd creeps out of the bedroom door out into the maze of corridors. Well and truly lost, he calls out to Branch.

“Branch? Where are you?”

“I’m in the kitchen! Just take a left and keep walking. Don’t you remember from last night?”

How the hell was he supposed to remember the way around this labyrinth so quickly? This place is huge and it isn’t even finished yet. Whatever, at least the directions aren’t complicated.

“Alright, I’ll be over in a sec.”

He turns and makes his way toward wherever Branch was. As he gets closer an enticing aroma filled his nose and sent his stomach into a frenzy. Now that he thought about it he’d barely eaten in days, and whatever his brother was cooking smelt fantastic. He honestly felt kinda proud of Branch. Even though his life was rough, he was a pretty resourceful troll. Floyd was never one for practical tasks, that was typically JD’s thing. Actually… Branch kinda reminds him of JD. Just a little. He probably shouldn’t tell him that though, Branch would probably strangle him…

Before long he’d found his way to the kitchen and was greeted by the sight of Branch wearing a white dressing gown and looming over a stove, keeping a close eye on the eggs he’s frying. 

“Woah, I didn’t know you could cook Branch.”

“Yeah, well, it was either learn to cook or eat gruel every day of my life.” He carefully flips the eggs whilst Floyd looks on, smiling.

“Well I’m impressed, I can’t cook to save my life. And is that a monogramed robe you’re wearing?”

“Hey, you haven’t even tasted it yet! And am I not allowed to have a little luxury Floyd.” Branch responds with a grin as he sets a plate of food in front of his brother.

“You better eat fast, we need to get going soon.”

With that, the two of them dug in.

“This tastes amazing Branch. Thank you.”

“You’re just saying that because you’ve barely eaten.”

“Dude, learn how to take a compliment!”

“It’s not like I’ve had much experience with that…”

“Ok then, I’ll give you some more compliments. You’re resourceful and smart. And you’ve built this entire bunker by yourself!”

“Well, y’know…” His ears flicker backwards in embarrassment.

 “And you have so many skills that other trolls lack, and you should be proud of that!”

“Alright that’s enough schmaltz, I think I might throw up.”

“Ok ok!!! Anyway, what was the ‘work’ you had planned today?”

“Oh yeah, gotta pick up a few things from the woods.”

“Huh, what kind of supplies are we collecting?”

“Oh you know. Some wood, sticks. Maybe a few animal pelts.”

Floyd looks back at Branch with a ghastly expression.

“Branch. There is no way I am ever going to kill an animal.”

“Ok whatever. I’ll do that. He shrugs. “You can be stick boy.”

“Hey, don’t call me stick boy.”

“Well, if you’re not gathering pelts then that makes you stick boy. Not my fault.”

“Fiiiine, what do we need sticks for anyway.”

“To sharpen into steaks, duh” He pulls one out from his jacket pocket and presents it to him. “They’re useful as weapons and tools - very versatile.” 

“Ha, that’s one thing my ex never said about me.” Floyd mumbles.

“Hmm?”

“Nothing.”

“Well I’m done eating. I’ll go pack a few tools and snacks, by the time I’m back I expect you to be finished ok?”

“You’re not my mom.” Floyd rolls his eyes deeply.

“Ha ha. Now do you want me to pack you snacks or not?”

“Yeah…”

“Then eat up!”

And with that he’d gone to pack, leaving Floyd to ruminate with his breakfast. Branch sure could be frustrating at times, but he couldn’t really complain. After all, he’d been the same with his brothers when he was younger. He always knew exactly how to get on their nerves, and then turn around and suck up to grandma, who’d believe anything he’d say. Those memories are more bittersweet than ever.

————

After half an hour or so, the pair were up and ready to leave. Branch had all his gear in a small bag resting against his back. Floyd couldn’t help but feel unprepared next to his brother.

“Are you sure I don’t need anything?”

“Yeah don’t worry, most of this stuff is for hunting. You can have this bag for any wood you gather.” Branch hands him a small bag, which Floyd hoists over his shoulder.

“Thanks.”

“I’ll show you a good spot to gather wood and sticks, there’s a nice area that’s full of different trees.”

Before he knew it they were out of the bunker and wandering deeper into the forest. This seemed like a natural time to get to know his brother better.

“I uh, noticed you still have the jacket I gave you.”

“Oh. Yeah…”

“It looks nice on you!”

“I only kept it because I had nothing else to wear.”

“Oh come on Branch, someone as skilful as you could make a new jacket if you wanted.”

“Fine! I kept it because I care about you ok? Is that what you wanted to hear?”

“I… I’m just glad you kept it. I didn’t think you’d care about me enough for that. You deserved better than me.”

“But it’s like you said, you’re here now. You came back, like you promised.” Branch recalled, gently squeezing his fists.

“Right. And I won’t make the mistake of leaving you again.”

A short while longer they made it to the spot Branch mentioned. Plants and trees of many varieties shot up into the sky leaving little room for sunlight. It was beautiful.

“It’s peaceful right? I come here to relax sometimes. I don’t think any other trolls come out this far so I’ll never be bothered. I can just breathe the forest air, study the plant life, feel the soft ground on my head as I look up at the sky.” Branch mused, completely absorbed in his purple prose.

It was undeniable to Floyd that Branch was much less irritable than he was back at the bunker. Even before they’d made it here he seemed calmer. Nature must be good for him.

“There’s a few loose sticks on the ground over here, but we might need more than that. You can use this if you want. I’ll be over here if you need help.” He passes Floyd a small handsaw.

“Are you sure you trust me with this?”

“Sure. Besides, if you saw off a finger that’s your problem.”

Aaaand there’s good ol’ snarky Branch again! It was a good thing Floyd shared his sense of humour.

“You’d be the one that’d have to patch me up, and I’m sure there’s a thousand things you’d rather do than that.”

Branch snickers before heading over to a silver barked tree. Together they manage to gather quite a large amount of supplies, much more than Branch could handle on his own. Maybe Floyd was just imagining things, but it seemed like his brother had enjoyed this time together.

“Phew, we’ve got a lot of materials huh! Thanks for your help, Floyd.”

“It’s the least I could do, with you letting me live with you and all. How come you’ve never asked any other trolls to help out?”

“I tend to stay away from them as best as I can. They hate me almost as much as I do.”

Floyd rests his hand on his brother’s shoulder.

“You’ve got to stop saying things like that about yourself, Branch.”

“I’m just being honest.”

“Are you? Or are you looking for an excuse to make yourself suffer.”

“As if you would know what it’s like to suffer…” He snaps back, obviously irked by Floyd’s comment.

“Branch. I was homeless after my ex broke up with me because my solo career tanked. I might not be fully grey, but things have not been easy for me.”

“Ha, your girlfriend probably had the right idea dumping you.”

“Boyfriend.”

An awkward silence fills the air.

“Oh. Uh, sorry.”

“It’s fine, whatever…’  “Didn’t you notice the earring?”

“Huh? What about it.”

“My earring, it’s on my right ear. It’s like, a way of signalling to people who ‘are in the know’ that I’m gay.”

“Ha, as if I’m ever in the know about anything. I’ve been living underground since I was nine years old dude, I don’t know a lot about social stuff like that.”

“Yeah, I suppose. You shouldn’t just assume things about people though.”

“Yeah yeah Mr. Preachy I get it. You’re right.”

“I wouldn’t be your big brother if I didn’t try and teach you some morals once in a while huh?”

“Better late than never.” Branch mutters under his breath, half hoping Floyd had heard him.

————

“Ok, I’m going to go gather some pelts, you stay here and avert your sensitive eyes until I get back.” They’d made it back from the depths of the forest and Branch was keen to finish up for the day and head home.

“Alright, I’ll just stay here til you get back.”

Floyd rests himself on a smooth, oblong stone and relaxes in the cool forest sun. It was nice to just sit for a little while. He’d really been enjoying talking with Branch. They both had a sarcastic sense of humour, so joking just felt natural. Even if the conversations got a little difficult at times.

After a few minutes of peaceful rest he glances to his left and notices Queen Poppy aimlessly wandering through the woods, her hands full of what look like invitations. He waves over in her direction and after noticing him, her face lights up and she walks over as fast as she possibly can without dropping everything.

“Hiya Floyd!!! Have you seen Branch anywhere? I’ve got this invitation for him! Not that he ever comes… ha.”

“He’s just gathering some stuff, he’ll be back soon.” He pauses for a second. Branch clearly likes Poppy right? Maybe he could help him out? “You know, he probably doesn’t go because he’s not really a partying kind of troll.”

“What do you mean?

“Have you ever considered… asking him what he’d like to do? Just because he’s not interested in parties doesn’t necessarily mean he doesn’t want to hang out.”

“I guess I could… I hadn’t thought of it like that. It’s just so hard for me to imagine a troll that doesn’t like parties! Doesn’t every troll like them?”

“I like them sure, but sometimes I need quiet time to be by myself too. And besides, the world is bigger than you can ever imagine. Branch isn’t all that unusual, he just needs a different approach, that’s all.”

“Ok!!! When he comes back I’ll ask him if he’d like to do something together. It can’t go worse than any of my other invites!”

Floyd looks down to his feet, his voice grows softer.

“Thank you, Poppy.”

“Wait, for what?”

“For… caring about my little brother. It means a lot to me that you’ve tried to reach out to him, even if your methods might not of been the most effective. I know it means a lot to him too, you’ve been the only person in his life for years that sees the good in him. I should have been there. But at least you were.”

He looks back up at Poppy and sees her eyes are now wide with tears. She rushes over to give him a huge hug, something he’s now started getting used to again.

“You’re so sweet Floyd. Branch is really lucky to have you.”

The sincerity of her voice rang through his body like a church bell. Did she really mean that? Even after he’d abandoned Branch as a child?

She lets go of him, Floyd was teary eyed too. The pair sit quietly together on the rock, waiting for Branch to return.

“Hey… do you mind if I ask a Brozone question.”

“Go ahead, as long as it’s not too personal I guess.”

“Right. Uh, do you know where Clay might be? It’s just that well, pfft, he was always my fav Bro…”

“Haha! Clay was something special, but I’m afraid I have no idea where he is. I was hoping he’d be here in the village… With everyone else.”

“What about Spruce?”

“Spruce? I think he sent me a postcard, I don’t know who else it could have been, but for some weird reason there wasn’t a name on the back. That’s all I know.”

“Wow, that must be tough, not knowing how they’re doing. If I had a sister and she went missing? I’d be heartbroken…”

“Yeah it’s- oh hey! Branch is coming this way!” 

The two of them wave at the grey troll, who is now carrying two animals over his shoulders. After noticing Poppy, his expression gets visibly nervous before forcing itself into his typical frown.

Floyd knew love when he saw it.

“Hello Poppy. You going to invite me to some party again?”

“Well, actually…”

[leporellian]

warrior cats: the prophecies begin 🤝 das rheingold (the ring cycle opera no. 1)

introduces a protagonist and other introductory characters

protagonist of this piece will die in the fourth one

”what is the problem with this villain?” It’s never explained he just decides to be a tyrant. Ok

major conflict stemming from leader characters being unable to figure out how to reward labor

fire as a metaphor i wonder if that’ll come back or something

”we need to infiltrate the enemy’s base” - protagonist who is also a noted leader and absolutely will be immediately recognized once he is seen in the enemy base

warrior cats: the new prophecy 🤝 die walkure (ring cycle opera no. 2)

one of this one’s protagonists is the daughter of the first one’s protagonist and their conflict is a central part of the story

Its Imperative These Two People Fall In Love For Some Heavenly Reason But Someone Or Other Is Not A Fan Of It

-The Bond Of Sisterhood-

Twins With Weird Bonds (in one of these works the implication here is way worse)

sudden marked jump in how much of the plot is some kind of relationship drama

unlike the first one which is kind of standalone this one feeds directly into the third one

warrior cats: the power of three 🤝 siegfried (ring cycle opera no. 3)

focus on the offspring of the second one’s protagonists

protagonist is. fearless idiot warrior guy who is super strong but terrible in personal relationships. And his mentor hates him so so much

Minor guy from the first one comes back as the main villain of this one and then immediately like dies

some of the characters from the second one are back and still plot relevant

coming of age bent???????

”i gotta find out who my real parents are!!”

warrior cats: omen of the stars 🤝 gotterdammerung (ring cycle opera no 4)

Everybody Is Here! Except for the protagonist from the first one like he’s not dead (yet) or anything but he sure as shit isn’t involving himself in this round of drama

basically this is just about the same set of guys as the third one there isn’t really a generation timeskip or anything

Remember the main villain from the first one? He’s back! Maybe? Now with his EVIL SON ✅

A main protagonist of the third one gets unceremoniously killed by said evil son. Ok

”we need to kill god”

Despite the fact that cataclysmic warfare is happening most of the plot is about random relationship drama

ends with the death of the protagonist in the first one, and his death is made clear to the audience w/ fire

Ahhhh fuck everything’s on fire. Wait a minute is that what the fire metaphor was about

Rebirth metaphor is in there but the writer is being all vague about it

What did we learn from this?:

Nothing i just wasted 5 minutes of your time

[chansbabygirlsstuff]

Just a bet Chapter 5

Paring!Bangchan!x!reader

words:2k

He parks the car and gets out "Oof it chill outside he goes to the back of his car grabs a hoodie and puts it on "Are you cold?" he asks me as I'm wearing a skirt a crop top and a small leather jacket covering me only

"yeah kinda but don't worry about it, it's fine," I said to him so he didn't have to take off his hoodie

but someone cuts him off by whistling "You look, good mama, how much per hour?" a group of high school boys screams at me laughing and checking me out, but Chris walks up to them "You gotta problem man?" he warns the highschool boys, and they start nervously laughing, of course, they got scared Christopher has a really good and big shape compared to a boy "no man sorry didn't mean to ruin your night with the slut" one of the boys speak trying to be cool blowing vape out of his mouth "you know kids that not a way you treat a lady" he tries to stay cool and not lose his temper but the boys act like they don't care then suddenly one of them gets closer to Chris trying to intimidate him but Chan swings first as the boy touches the ground "who's next?" Chan asks smirking at them and then looking at their name tag in their uniform " Misul, Taehoon, Eunro from Light High School, now I have the names and addresses of where you guys are, so don't be surprised if you get called in the office tomorrow" one of the boys tries to run away while the other one is still on the floor holding his nose but he catches him by the collar with one hand " Learn how to treat a lady, that not how you talk to them you heard me?" Chris raises his voice at him  "Y-yes" they all answer "Now apologize to the young lady here" he says with the same angry tone "W-we're sorry m-miss" he lets go of them and the kids run back to their houses "and stop smoking if you want to live longer" Chan screams at them before turning around to look at me/

"Are you ok?" he asked me and I nodded still with a shocked face 

"Is your hand ok," you said trying to grab his hand and look at it 

he shook his hand and said "I'm fine don't worry about me" he smiled reassuring me "Do you still want to eat ice cream? Or do you want to go back home?" he asks me 

"I would like to but I think I chose the wrong outfit for today and I'm feeling kinda uncomfortable with people I don't know," I say looking down as I think I just lost my opportunity to go for ice cream with him 

"no worries look, you know I work right?" I nod to him "My work is 2 hours away from him that's why I'm not here weekends because that's when I work... anyways, I always have clean warm clothes for the drive" he said getting to the back of the car, and opening a bag and takes out some sweatpants and a hoodie " so you can change into this if you want, and to be more comfortable" he suggested as he smiles at me "thanks but where can I change?" I look around for public bathrooms but I don't see none "Umm good question, you can change in the car if you want i swear I will look, and nobody is around this corner so nobody will look at you" his dimples always showing his kindness Inod as he opens the back of the car door and closes it before turning around 

I take off my skirt and then put on his sweatpants, take off the leather jacket, and put on his hoodie, I make sure my hair is still nice and get out of the car.

"see you look even cozier now," he remarks on my appearance as his clothes look huge on me now "But you still look very nice," he says as he puts his hands in his pockets, I smile at him and look down at the clothes that I have on and back to him "thank you very much I'll make sure to give it back safe and sound" my feelings getting the best of me and making me smile like a dork. he smiles back and puts around my shoulder to make sure I cross the street safely 

after we crossed the street he let go, but something inside me didn't want him to let go,istg I'm,  so touched-deprived because why the fuck am I so nervous? is my first time going out with this dude... you need to chill y/n I think to myself, this is not even a date, I need to seek help, I swear I blame it on the books... but... is it his smile? or the way he talks? his kindness? 

"Y/n are you listening?" he talks to me "Huh? Sorry?" he laughs 

"I asked what is your favorite ice cream flavor?" he looks at me while we walk

"oh," I chuckled "Strawberry anything that has strawberry I like" I looked at him and then directed my gaze to the floor and smiled to myself "Yours?" I asked back the question 

"mine is cookie dough, I know I might sound like a kid but that shit is good" We both laugh 

"I mean cookie dough is very nice, to be honest," 'yeah it is" The silence gets back to us so I try to make conversation again

"thank you for defending me tonight, I'm grateful," I said looking at him "Don't worry about it, no one should treat a woman like that in their life" he grabbed my shoulders from behind to turn me to the side and enter the ice cream shop "oh were here," I said surprisingly by the time that went flying "yep were here so look out for what you want to get," he said as I get near the ice cream flavors to see if they have any strawberry flavor left, he stands next to me and looks for a flavor he wants to try, 

I point to the strawberry milk-flavored ice cream and look at him with a big smile on my face "I want this one" "ok great we will get that one then!" he smiles at your cuteness 

We go to the cashier and he asks me to order first "I'll take 1 scoop of strawberry milk flavor please!" my excitement for ice cream takes over me but I feel him chuckle next to me "I'll get chocolate mint" he says as I take out my wallet "no, no, no what are you doing?" he rushes he sentences as I stop my movements to look at him slowly feeling I did something wrong "what?... I'm just trying to pay..." scared that he will scold me because of something.

"Don't worry about it is on me" he smiles and lowers the cash on my hand and smiles at me sweetly while he takes his card out to pay "No it's really fine I can pay I - you have done so much for me today, is the least I can do" I beg him but he looks at me and smiles generously again.

"I'll pay. let it be on me today, next time you pay" he winks at me and continues to pay the man 

"Are you sure I ca-"

"girl let him pay for you can't you see he wants to" The guy who is serving our ice cream talks to me  he smiles teasing me as if we were on some type of date, and I blush hard "Sorry" I apologize 

"there is no need to apologize, I told you that next time you got it, k?"

"yeah, thank you" "No problem love" and here we go again with these fucking butterflies, I feel that my heart is going to drop to the floor 

"thank you" I thank the kind soul who served me my ice cream and start eating it happily 

"do you wanna walk or stay inside?" Chan asks me and I reply "How about we walk in the park?" 

He nodded and we started walking and eating our ice cream, the silence was there but it wasn't awkward it was nice and refreshing, as we reached to the corner of the park I turned to keep going in circles but he continued, so we bump into each other and his ice cream gets on his hoodie 

"Oh my God I'm so sorry" I bowed to a 09 degree and started to look in my purse for paper, but he laughs

"It's fine no worries, are you ok?" he asks concerned when he is the one with ice cream on himself 

"I'm so sorry" the Kleenex and started to clean the small amount of ice cream that got on him 

"Don't worry about it," he says but I still panic and continue to clean him "Hey" he grabs my hand from his chest and makes me look at him "It's fine I'm ok" he grabs the paper, and cleans his the cream from his chest "it was just a small drop" he cleans it easily and continues walking 

"you do not have to apologize like that, it was just a little accident," he tells me patting my head but I still look down ashamed 

"there is no need to apologize for everything ok?" he says in a cute concerned voice, and I nod 

"look how about if we go to the swings?" he proposes 

"yeah that will be fun" I smile at him as we both go on the swing like little children and swing ourselves softly as the nice wind of 1 am hits our faces "So you got anything to do tomorrow?" he asks me "Well technically today," I said looking at my phone.

"Well, nothing it's Saturday so ima be sleeping and maybe finish some work." I played with the strings of the hoodie "You?

"Thankfully I can work from home tomorrow so I'ma just work and getting some school shit done and yeah rest If I can" he laughs to himself and I smile along

I feel my eyes grow heavier as I haven't slept  all day "Hey one question" he asks me 

"yeah what is it" I answer looking at him "can i get your number?" looking at me nervous about my answer  "Yeah of course" he gives me his phone and I type my number on his screen

"there you go" i smile weakly as my sleepy state gets to me, and he gets up

"well I think is time for you to go home, you look very tired and a princess like you needs her beauty sleep," he says stretching his body as we walk back to the car

I chuckled and looked down to cover my red cheeks 

as we enter the car the drive is silent and I feel my heavy eyelids close every passing second so I put my head against the window and fall asleep 

time skip 20 minutes

2:30 am 

"hey we here" I feel someone shaking my shoulder lightly i get out of the window but feel something soft supporting my head 

"he nervously passes his hand through his neck and says "Sorry is cz you bumped your head with the window while I was driving so I put  a small pillow against it"

he smiles "Thank you" I get my stuff ready and get out of the car "Thank you again for everything Chan" I smile a bow a little 

"You welcome love, anytime" he smiles but he also looks tired, now I feel guilty for bothering him this late 

he waits until I open the door at my house so he can leave, I see his car drive away through my window, and throw myself in my bed

i feel stupid for giggling and kicking my feet, but gosh his smile is precious and he is so kind, he is such a gentleman, and he is very good-looking as well.

my thoughts continue as I fall asleep on my bed in his clothes his scent all over his clothes and with that my eyes shut close.

Hey loves this was chapeter 5

Taglist open: @stayceebs97 @foivestarrsketchez @salfetkablog @strayywayy

[lorata]

Sooo... I was reading We Must Be Killers and like. Ok. I totally get it if you have never thought about this because I also wasn't expecting to have this thought. But I gotta ask. If this was taking place in a world where soulmates and soulmarks were A Thing (canon hunger games universe otherwise just w that thrown into the mix) would any of the Victors in the village find themselves with a soulbond? And I’m not referring to just the romantic kind- platonic, romantic, adversarial, etc. all count

OK LISTEN i was going to write a whole Thing for this but i only did the intro and then .................. i stopped, i didn't know where to go from here. so rather than let this sit in limbo here is the introduction

BELOW THE CUT: 400 words of concept that does not actually answer the question, sorry!!!

In the districts they call it the Mark of Death.

In District 2, they understand it for what it is: sacrifice, yes, honour, of course, but also — commitment.

In the districts they call it the Mark of Death.

In District 2, they understand it for what it is: sacrifice, yes, honour, of course, but also — commitment.

Not even the best predictive modelling coming out of District 3 can project the chosen, but District 2 are soldiers first and stoneworkers second. District 2 does not deal in algorithms or data, it deals in people and weaponry and the earth beneath their feet, and they crack the code in their own way. Rather than looking to foretell the future, they work to forge the future themselves. They scout the district, choose its best children — the strong, the angry, the ones whose tempers flare and who can’t quite hide the blood on their knuckles, the ones with finger bruises on their skin and fire burning in their eyes — and take them, train them, winnow them.

In the first decade of the Program, the chosen all come from the top 100 candidates. In the second, 50. By the fifth, they have narrowed it reliably to 5.

It’s not a guarantee, the trainers warn them, so don’t get cocky. Their chosen die every single year, cut down or poisoned or electrified or starving or bleeding just like everybody else. Being chosen doesn’t mean you’ll win. And of course, there are the exceptions even to the choosing. Once a kid with the mark got hit in the temple and died a few days before the Reaping. Twice, one of the unmarked volunteered before the chosen had their chance to speak. And once, most chillingly, the chosen that year was called from the crowd of civilians while those who’d fought and scrapped for their entire childhoods stood in tight-faced silence on the sidelines.

The system is not infallible, and so, now and then, someone tries to get ahead, skip the line — drive a sidelong kick to a frontrunner’s knee, slash out with a hidden knife — see if they can trip fate in their favour. One way or another they realize the same thing all the others do, in time.

Trends, fluctuations, the rare exception, flatten them out and you will find one, single constant. Over the years, as the bodies pile up, the trainees watch, and learn, and grudgingly accept: while never a guarantee, the only mentors and tributes who return with the crown are the ones with matching symbols on their forearms.

[danganronpasurvivoraskblog]

S-Luck has come

Hey...I'm really sorry about that guy...

*sniff* It's ok...

No, seriously, I should've stopped that. The Kuripa I know is a little unhinged, but he's not like that. Had I known he was gonna-

???: S-Sister!?

Huh?

*Someone else suddenly swoops down from above.

S-Sister! A-Are you alright!?

...Brother...

(That's...ME!? Then...that guy must be S-Luck...)

*S-Luck pats S-Sister on the head and cups her face to check for bruises. She's mostly fine though.

Did S-Animator do this?

O-Of c-c-course he fucking did! Who else w-would it have been! He did that "stop hitting yourself" thing on her again! How much m-more abuse are you gonna l-let her be put through before you do something about it!?

Wh-Why me!?

Because you're the only goddamn person that S-Animator LISTENS to! The Doctor can barely control him as it is!

*S-Luck takes S-Sisters hands.

I am so sorry, S-Sister...I promise I'll talk to him.

Hey, S-Luck?

...!?

I know it's not my place to say this, but as someone who's been working with my own S-Animator for a few years, there's one thing I've learned that I think you should know.

If you're really the Seraphim's leader, and you really are the only person that he's gonna give the time of day to, you're gonna have to do a lot more than just talk.

Yeah, you're probably right...But I don't want to hurt his feelings or anything. We all need to try and coexist and get along. That's all I really want.

I wanted the same thing once, but that kind of optimism only gets you so far. You've gotta be a little bit realistic. Or what, are you just gonna let S-Animator walk all over you and take advantage of the kindness you show him? Are you gonna let him keep beating your sister up?

No...

Don't worry. We both make mistakes. But I know you'll make up for them.