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mossgreeneddie · 1 year ago
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First ever favourite orange character. Also probably first ever comfort character.
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thewintersoldierdisaster · 7 months ago
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a/n: so excited to share my fic for the eras tour fic challenge, so creatively and wonderfully put together by @wyattjohnston and @comphy-and-cozy 🥰 my song was ‘the last time’ so i definitely leaned into the angst here (with an extremely healthy dose of smut). it’s not necessarily a toxic relationship, but i think there are undertones of toxicity there. anyway! enjoy and let me know your thoughts!! ❤️‍🔥
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tw: on and off relationship with some minor toxicity, oral (f receiving), fingering (f recieving),
summary: william’s at your door again and you keep letting him in even though you shouldn’t
“No.”
Your tone is flat and you cross your arms over your chest, a protective measure as much as it is a display of your feelings towards the man standing in front of you. Your lips flatten into a straight line and you can feel your shoulders tense up.
“Sötnos,” William murmurs the Swedish term of endearment and braces his hand on the doorjamb.
“No,” you repeat yourself, just as firmly. “How did you get up here?”
It’s a stupid question. Your doorman, Gus, loves William - thinks the sun shines out of his ass, especially after William had dropped comp tickets off at his desk a few times during the season. Of course Gus is going to let him upstairs, not that you’d actually told Gus to ban him. You should’ve told Gus to ban him.
“Don’t answer that,” you snap, before he can open his mouth. “Just leave.”
He looks rough, dark circles under his eyes and a downward curve to his lips that seems deeper than superficial. The Leafs had been eliminated two nights ago, bounced by the Bruins in seven games after William had been the only one to score a goal in that final game. A sharp, uncomfortable pang of sympathy for your ex settles in your chest and you wish it didn’t.
“Sötnos, c’mon. Let me in,” he’s borderline close to a plea. The term of endearment falls too easily from his lips, your second name during the time you were dating.
“I’m serious, William,” you sigh, suddenly exhausted down to your bones. “I’m not doing this. I can’t do this.”
His blue eyes sharpen and his jaw sets. “Do you have someone over?” The question is sharp and uncalled for, jealously practically dripping from his pores. At any other time you’d love his reaction, but it’s too little, too late and just annoys you more.
“Even if I did,” you hiss, “it’s none of your fucking business since you dumped me, remember?”
You’ve been on and off for more than a year, both of you too stuck in your ways to really commit. It was simple at first, to be at each other’s place when you were both in town, to say you were dating - boyfriend and girlfriend had been easy labels - but for all of William’s easygoing Swedish ways, he can be difficult and stubborn.
Not that you’re perfect either, happy to have your free time and flirt at bars with handsome men after a few drinks with your girls. But somewhere along the line, you’d made the stupid mistake of wanting more from him. Sure, you’d gotten a drawer in his dresser and your stuff occasionally cluttered his condo, but you’d also spent four of the last six months broken up when William decided that he needed to focus on hockey.
He’d come around your place after his eight-game goalless streak was broken and you’d gotten back together just as the Leafs were clinching a playoff spot. You’d spent the night with his head between your legs, him wearing your thighs as earmuffs and eating you out until his beard was soaked and your legs couldn’t stop shaking.
You’d thought that time was different, all the sweet words he’d spoken into your skin, alternated with pure filth.
There’s an 88 blue satin bomber jacket in your closet, unworn, that you thought was a sign that things were different. A jacket that William had apparently approved when the other girls had asked him about including you.
Joke’s on you.
Dumped two days before the playoffs started, by a William who was stressed and anxious and, as you found out later, suffering from migraines that would keep him off the ice for three games.
The sympathy settles again, like a rock in your stomach.
“I remember,” he says now, shoving a hand through his hair. “Let me in, please. I just want to talk.”
“The last time we talked,” you air quote the word, “you fucked me so hard I nearly forgot my own name and then dumped me three weeks later. So, forgive me if I’m not feeling chatty.”
Subconsciously though, you’ve stepped back into your apartment and William’s stepped inside. The door is still open, his body blocking you from being able to close it, until he moves to the side and closes it himself, leaning his back against the wood.
“Then let me talk,” he says. “You just listen.”
You’re mad that you even brought up the sex, but you’re surprised that William didn’t latch onto that with a sly comment and a smirk.
“I don’t want to listen,” you sound petulant. “I’m tired of letting you in, thinking things are different, only to find out that I don’t matter to you.”
William’s eyebrows fly up his forehead and his eyes go wide. “What?” He nearly shouts, suddenly fired up. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
“I don’t matter to you,” you repeat, slower, emphasizing each word. It feels like a knife in your chest, to voice the feeling you’ve had for weeks. “We’ve been doing this dance, you come to me when you’re on an upswing, drop me when you’re not. It’s pretty obvious, William, where I land on the list of things you care about.”
He shakes his head. “No, it’s not obvious to me,” he says, stepping away from the door. “Explain to me where you think you fall.”
“I’m not doing that,” you snap. To your horror, tears well up in your eyes. “If you don’t know what I am to you, I’m not explaining shit.”
“Of course I care about you, of course you’re important to me,” he says, reaching for your hand. “It’s hard, with hockey, to balance…”
You can’t help it, a scoff slips past your lips, the derisive sound stopping William in his tracks. “You’re not balancing anything,” you mutter. Ticking them off on your fingers, you list out the last three breakups, “you dumped me when the season was staring, when you’d gone on the goalless streak, and now, when playoffs were starting. Clearly, I am not as important to you as hockey is. So, I’m done. This is the last time I let you in, go play hockey, William.”
His entire face pulls down in an unhappy expression, eyebrows scrunching together over his nose. “I fucked up, okay? Is that what you want me to say? I’m not used to having to take someone else’s feelings into consideration, but I’m trying,” he reaches out for your hands and you don’t stop him, against your better judgment.
William’s hands are warm and dry and you hate the little spark of desire that flickers low in your stomach when he rubs the pads of his thumbs over your knuckles.
“It’s too late,” you shake your head, your hands still in his. “I don’t want to do this anymore, I don’t want to let you keep stomping on my heart.”
“Let me make it up to you,” his tone is sweet, cajoling. His hands move up your arms, thumbs tracing over the veins on the inside of your wrists. You shiver and he smiles. “Let me prove how much I care about you.”
Your lips twitch at the corners and you fight the smile that threatens. William’s hands trail up your arms, cupping your elbows briefly to pull you closer and you go, stumbling slightly on the step into him. His fingers tighten around your elbows and you pout at him, your resolve weakening with William’s proximity, the woodsy cedar scent of his cologne filling your senses and making your head fuzzy.
You’re good at this, the both of you. Being fun, flirty with each other. The sex is unbelievable, it’s so easy to fall back into his arms when he looks at you with those icy blue eyes all liquid heat and desire.
“Are you going to let me show you how much I care, sötnos?” William’s voice is a low rumble that makes goosebumps rise on your arms, the memory of that voice speaking filth into your hair as he fucked you like his life depended on it.
“This is the last time,” you swear, rocking forward on the balls of your feet. William grins and meets you halfway, capturing your lips in a heated kiss. His hands are cupping your cheek, the back of your head to position you at an angle for him to deepen the kiss.
You moan into his mouth, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing your body against the length of his. You can feel the ridge of his erection against your stomach, hot through the layers of clothes. William’s fingers tangle in your hair, tugging until there’s a sharp prick of pain in your scalp and you gasp, arching against him.
“Make the best sounds,” he mumbles against your lips, pulling back slightly, grinding his hips against yours. “Missed those sounds.”
He feels so good, solid against you and you’ve missed him even though it’s only been a few weeks.
“Will…” you whine his name, gasping when he bites and sucks at your pulse point, a flood of arousal between your legs. You roll your hips mindlessly, desperate for more. You’re unbearably wet for him, your body intimately acquainted with his talents and ready for more after being deprived.
His beard scratches your skin and you feel his lips curl into a smile against your neck, the edges of his teeth pressing against your skin. “I know,” he mumbles, biting gently. “I’m gonna give you everything you want, promise. I’m gonna make it so good for you, you’ll forget your own name.”
You’re being moved, walked backwards to your couch, with William’s lips all over your neck and collarbone. His hands are on your hips, holding you flush against his cock, and you wiggle in his grip, whines falling from your mouth around pleas for anything, everything.
The backs of your knees hit the edge of the couch and you’re falling, wrapped in William’s arms to cushion the impact. He braces himself, still landing on you with a little exhale and a laugh, making you giggle too. Sex has always been fun with him, laughter filling any room you’re in, and this is no different. He peppers your face with kisses, making you laugh even harder, until you’re pushing at his chest and gasping for him to stop so you can catch your breath.
“No, no,” he grins wickedly, “I’m not stopping, I’ve missed you.” His hand slides over your hip and up the hem of your shorts, two fingers teasing at the damp fabric of your panties. You buck your hips into his touch. “Feels like she missed me too.”
Heat flushes your chest and you turn your face away from him, embarrassed at how wet you are from just kissing. You mumble something, incomprehensible to both you and William, and he laughs again, teasing at your clit through the fabric. Your legs twitch to wrap around his waist, but he’s got you pinned in place with his thighs on the outside of yours.
“Don’t hide that pretty face,” he leans down to kiss you, adding more pressure to your clit so you moan into his mouth. “Had to think about you and this perfect pussy every day to get some relief. My dick’s never been harder than when I’m remembering it buried in you.”
To emphasise the point, William slots his hips between yours, pressing the thick bulge of his cock against your cunt, thrusting his hips lightly to work you up even more. Your breath hiccups in your chest and pleasure builds in your stomach, desperate for relief.
“Don’t tease,” you whine, digging your nails into his back muscles, dragging them down to leave marks. Neither of you have ever shied away from marking the other and William’s the first one to tell you to mark him up. “This isn’t happening again, do it right this time.”
“We’ll see,” William grunts, shifting so he can kneel between your legs and hook one of your thighs around his hip. You’re still completely clothed, but with your legs spread open, you feel bare to him. “We’re good at this, sötnos, we can be good at everything.”
It’s not true, you think hazily, because you weren’t good at keeping the relationship going when an outside issue popped up, but the thought is gone just as fast as William’s pulling aside the elastic of your panties and plunging two thick fingers into your cunt with an embarrassingly loud, wet sound.
“Oh! Fuuuck,” you gasp, dragging the curse out on a moan. His fingers pump in and out of you relentlessly, dragging along your front wall and pushing you closer to the edge of your orgasm. You chant his name, heels scrabbling at the couch cushions.
“Come on,” he encourages you, holding your hip in place with his free hand. “Come for me, I can feel how close you are. So tight and wet, going to cream on my fingers, sötnos?”
“Yes, yes, oh my god,” you wail, William’s thumb pressed firmly on your clit, making you see stars. It doesn’t take too much longer for you to gush around his fingers, soaking his hand and dripping down the curve of your ass. You can barely process the force of your orgasm and the shit-eating grin on William’s face before he and his hand are gone.
Your cunt clenches around nothing, suddenly empty, and your voice is slurred even to your own ears when you mumble, “what- Will…”
His voice drifts up from the floor, where he’s kneeling and pulling at your knees. “Told you I was going to show you how much I care,” he kisses the inside of your knee, rubbing his cheek against your skin like a house cat. “Going to worship you on my knees.”
You’re yanked forward on the couch, a yelp escaping your lips. William’s got your shorts and panties on the floor and your legs tossed over his shoulders before you can blink and his mouth is on your cunt in the next heartbeat, his tongue flat against your sensitive cunt. It’s hard to suck in a breath with the way he eats you out. He traces your clit with the tip of his tongue, teasing at your entrance with one blunt finger while the other hand has a vice-like grip on your thigh.
He hums against you, face buried between your legs to the point where you wonder briefly if he can even breathe. His nose presses against your clit next and all thoughts are gone, blue-screened as he laps at your arousal, the scruff of his playoff beard rubbing painfully against your sensitive, soaked skin.
William grunts when you kick his back, unable to control your legs as pressure builds again. Your hands find their way to his hair, twisting your fingers in the blond strands and pulling, holding his face in place so your hips can move, grinding over his nose.
You’re barely recovered from your first orgasm and everything is still sensitive. William’s tongue is stiff as it fucks in and out of your entrance, two fingers pressed inside your cunt, keeping you feeling full. You clench around his fingers and he groans into you, nudging the tip of his nose harder against your clit.
“Oh my god, there, right there,” you babble, digging your heel into his shoulder blade, rolling your hips over his face. It’s not enough and you wail his name, desperate for more.
William nips at your inner thigh and then dives back in, wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking, hard. You scream his name, back arching, and fingers tightening around his hair. The bastard laughs against your clit, the vibration sending an electric shock up your spine and snapping the tight coil of pleasure in your lower stomach.
You come again, eyes pinched shut, and moaning loudly, wantonly. It feels too good, too overwhelming and you’d be embarrassed by the force of your orgasm if it were anyone but William between your legs.
William’s face pops up between your legs, your thighs trembling on his shoulders. His hair is flopped over his forehead, messy from your abuse. He’s got a massive grin on his face and his beard is soaked with your arousal. Your hands fall from his hair and land on the couch cushions, as limp as the rest of your body. You manage a shaky grin back, breathing heavily.
“Next time,” he quips cheekily, wiping a hand over the lower half of his face, “I’m bringing a snorkel so I don’t drown in that sweet, wet pussy of yours.”
Somehow, you still have the facilities to remind him, “no, there’s no next time. This is the last time, no more,” in a slurred, faint voice. You’re still dripping for him, his fingers lazily playing at your entrance, smearing slick all over the place. Your thighs tremble and twitch and he turns his head to kiss the soft skin of your inner thigh, nipping gently and licking at the spot.
He hums and you try and wiggle away from his touch, gentle as it is on your clit, you’re bordering on overstimulated. “How can I convince you that this time is different?” He asks, making eye contract from between your legs. His blue eyes are serious, pupils still blown with arousal. William’s fingers are distracting between your legs, slowly stroking you to another orgasm. Fire builds low in your stomach, stoked by his continued chatter. “Another orgasm on my fingers? You’re always so sweet after I make you come, content to curl up like a cat. Maybe I need to fuck you hard and fast, get you strangling my cock so your thoughts that you don’t matter to me are gone.”
You whine, clenching around his fingers, rolling your hips over his hand. “William,” his name is a gasp punched from your lungs as his fingers find your g-spot and bully it until you’re coming, squirting down his arm and all over the couch. Your clit throbs painfully and you sob from the overwhelming strength of your third orgasm.
William’s other hand is between his own legs, stroking his cock - you can see his shoulder moving, hear the little grunts he’s trying to muffle - and you pant, trying to catch your breath. It’s impossible and when William finally removes his hand from between your legs, sucking his fingers clean, you sob from the relief. And something else, clicking in your chest, a feeling you don’t want to feel.
He leans up higher on his knees, concern etched in the lines on his forehead. “Sötnos,” he murmurs, sliding his hands over your hips and splaying them over your stomach, stroking gentle circles, “I’m sorry, that last one was too much. Talk to me, are you okay?”
You shake your head, hiccuping and gasping. Your hand snakes out on the couch and reaches for a throw pillow to throw over your face, everything is too exposed, your legs are in the air still draped over William’s shoulders. With a wiggle, you swing your legs off of him, fighting to curl up on the couch.
“What happened?” William asks, hands on your waist, you can feel his body heat when he leans in to pluck the pillow from your face. “Talk to me, please. You’re freaking me out.”
“I…this wasn’t supposed…” you gasp out, wiping at your face with the heels of your palms. Your chest feels tight. “I don’t want to keep doing this! I don’t want to keep falling into bed and loving you and getting my heart broken, William! Orgasms aren’t going to help, it doesn’t…I can’t be in love with you and only have…”
You cut yourself off, miserable that you admitted to loving him, still fuzzy and shaky and wet from the orgasms.
William clicks his tongue and lets out a little sigh of your name, affection and amusement laced in the syllables. He manhandles you easily, slipping your shorts back up your legs and dragging you onto his lap, your knees on either side of his hips, his cock hard and hot under your ass. “Sorry,” he laughs, kissing your cheek quickly.
You drop your face to his neck, curling close even though you just want to run and hide. “Stop being nice to me,” you wail. “I’m so embarrassed.”
“Sötnos,” William peppers your cheek and neck with light kisses, hands splayed over your back. “Don’t be. I didn’t realize, I’ve been in my head too much.”
He hasn’t said it back, you can’t help but notice, your heart hammering in your chest. You want him to say it back, but only if he means it. You can’t handle any other option.
“I can hear you thinking,” he murmurs, mouth right next to your ear. “I don’t want to say it when you’re sad like this. I want it to be a happy memory for you.”
Your heart lurches in your chest and your tears taper off, the shoulder of William’s shirt damp. “I hate feeling like this,” you sigh, pulling back a little to look him in the eyes. “I need you to promise me that this is the last time I have to do this.”
William grips your chin between his index finger and thumb. “I promise,” he says seriously. “I’ll be better. We’ll be better.”
He pauses and his eyes twinkle before he says, “come with me this summer, back home. To Stockholm. I’ll show you a Swedish summer and we can figure it out.”
You find yourself nodding, encouraged by the excitement in William’s voice and the smile that transforms his face. “Okay,” you agree in a quiet voice, nodding as you talk. “Okay. What does a Swedish summer entail?”
You’re picturing long walks with the dogs, holding hands and falling deeper in love. Your heart squeezes, fragile hope and delusion at war with each other.
“Hm, chocolate definitely,” William grins and you relax on his lap. “Meatballs,” he continues on a laugh, his hands ghosting down your sides and coming to rest on your ass. He squeezes and kneads your skin, fingers digging into your muscles, “massages.”
“I like the sound of that,” you say, tracing your fingers over the seams that run from the collar to the sleeves on his shirt. William’s hands trace up your sides, under your shirt, and cup your breasts. His thumbs brush over your nipples, teasing them to stiff, painful points and you arch into his touch, a little whimper slipping out of your mouth.
He’s hardening under you, cock twitching against your inner thigh, and you grind down a little on him.
“Let’s go to your bedroom and get the summer started,” William kisses you soundly, lips and teeth and tongue working together to make you dizzy. As if you haven’t already lost all your senses to three orgasms in quick succession. As if you’re not already in too deep.
You barely have a chance to answer before he’s locking his hands under your ass and standing up, carrying you into your bedroom. His mouth finds every inch of exposed skin and trails heat down your neck and over your chest, teeth scraping at your collarbone.
You whine a little and William promises to be good for you, to make it good for you.
You can only hope he’s a man of his word.
You don’t know how many last times you have in you.
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Haven't watched the show yet but my friend has been bugging me relentlessly to give it a try and so I'm gonna binge it tonight.
I do already Know some stuff though, having spent the last hour on tumblr which I'm gonna list here. Since this is apparently the go-to blog for when you don't wanna get beaten up.
1. So it's about detectives who are also dead who are also boys. Dunno how the dead part works. "My prized handkerchief has been stolen in Swedish Hell, sirs. Would you mind retrieving it for me?? Oh, you can have my pet mummies and eternal gratitude in return!"
2. There's a girl called Crystal Palace Surname-von Hoverkraft. I feel sorry for her, actually.
3. Some king of cats kick-starts one of the detectives' homo arc. Dunno how that works either but I'm here for it. Apparently some bird??? helps??? Who does it help, I have no idea but it Helps.
4. There's another girl with white hair who turns that Crystal girl gay. Atp is there any straight character here?? Not that I'm complaining, of course.
5. There's a better version of the destiel confession somewhere. Boy, am I ready to get over that trauma.
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clatterbane · 3 months ago
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Plans for tonight, only going for a half-sized batch using cottage cheese. Closer to this version:
But, using some frozen meatballs thawed and cut in half for the extra protein component and some frozen thawed spinach added in just because I like it.
Penne on soaking now. This is actually a brand I haven't tried before, which can be dangerous with GF pastas if you have texture issues. But, I did want penne for this. And the "soak to rehydrate, then bake" approach has worked well with pastas that were tricky to cook right before.
Idgaf about "healthy", what I'm looking for is tasty and easy.
If nothing else, various baked pasta fixings will also cover a multitude of sins and make subpar stuff more edible.
On the side, whether it really matches or not? We're getting some leftovers of one recent take on Mustard Pickled Cucumber (involving sweet-hot prepared Swedish mustard and a little rice vinegar, no extra sugar needed) filled out with some salted and drained sliced daikon. Should make a decent salady side dish.
The original cucumbers did go well with some prepackaged cheesy au gratin potatoes plus other root vegetables that we had the other night. (A little carrot, rutabaga, and apparently parsnip that you thankfully couldn't taste. I have never liked parsnip.)
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thejoyofseax · 2 months ago
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Sausage Making with Daniel Serra
Daniel Serra is one of the authors of An Early Meal – a Viking Age Cookbook & Culinary Odyssey. He was running a sausage-making workshop at the Boyne Valley Viking Experience, so I found it absolutely necessary to go.
These Viking things are interesting, but they never quite grab me. Too much focus on fighting (which then looks unsafe from the SCA point of view), and less on day-to-day life, although I have to say there were some very nice cooking setups at this one. There were many stalls - about 60% jewellery - from which I bought a few odds and ends of things; some nice S-hooks for my camp kitchen, a ladle and some other bits. I thought about wearing garb, but didn't, and didn't really miss it.
Anyway. The sausage making included everything except preparing the intestine. We started with chopping the meat - 2 parts beef, 2 parts pork, and 1 part cold-smoked bacon. This was reduced to pea-sized bits, and since there were about ten people working on it, and only a couple of kilos of meat, it was quickly enough done.
The meat was then mixed together, and pounded. This is a process that has largely been lost from modern cookery, I think - we've replaced it with mincing (grinding, in American English), which doesn't do quite the same thing. Many of the Arabic recipes I've worked with have included instructions to pound the meat, and it really does make a difference both in texture and taste; pounded meat takes on the flavour of vegetables, herbs and spices better.
We then added flavourings - mustard, prepared the previous day, in one batch, and wild garlic, juniper and thyme in the other. Also a little water, which adds overall coherency, and helps steam the sausages from inside a little in cooking. These were mixed in by hand. Notably, we didn't add any salt.
The final step was to stuff the actual sausages. Daniel had gotten hold of far more intestine than was needed, so we cut bits off at about 60cm lengths. He had a bunch of little horn tools - essentially funnels - which were segments of cow horn, narrower at one end. These apparently turn up in Swedish flea markets all the time. You put the intestine over the narrow end, hold it in place, and stuff the meat in through the wider end. Some were wider at the narrow end than others, and I think the optimal width there is probably about 12-15mm; the intestine otherwise tends to slide off.
The most effective way to make sure the intestine is not tangled is to blow into the wide end of the horn once it's on; this puffs out the intestine like a balloon, and provides a very amusing short squeaky noise as air comes out the other end.
We then stuffed meat through the horn segments and into the sausages. This was remarkably easy, in the end; the intestine is strong stuff, and deals pretty well with being manipulated. There were more issues with it sliding off the horn device than anything else. The end result was a neat pile of sausages.
Daniel reckoned these were either boiled (with a reference to "kettle-worms" in one saga) or grilled, rather than fried. These examples were boiled, and came out very well.
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Someone noted that sausages were a particularly useful way of providing meat to people who didn't have many teeth (yet, for children, or still, for older people). Daniel also said that these sausages could be smoked to preserve them.
There were a few other interesting bits of conversation about other cookery topics, of course, but I'll note and credit those when they arise in other posts. It was an excellent day.
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notbillyshears · 1 year ago
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Dallas Winston Backstory Headcanon
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So I apparently wrote so much stuff that Tumblr won't let me post my Dallas headcanons altogether! So it will be divided into several parts. Dallas has so much potential as a character and everything so I got into the zone and wrote WAY MORE than I needed to :,) So if I write not as much for other characters that is why! Sorry if anything is ooc, I tried my best!
Warnings: Death, Violence, Angst, Mentions of abuse, Neglect, all the things you expect with Dallas
Pre-Tulsa
I noticed a lot of people headcanon Dally as Russian (WHICH IS NOT A BAD THING!!!) And I feel that’s reasonable. But I also feel that one of his parents is scandinavian. Light hair, blue eyes, and a tall frame are all very common characteristics of Norwegian and Swedish people. So let’s say Norwegian-American mother and Russian father?
We all know his home life was horrible. His mother was a bit nicer to him than his father, but quickly fell to being an alcoholic and drug addict. So while he was 1-5 she was okish, mainly just doing the basic things. Then past that it was left to his older siblings and he had to help with the younger ones. There were a total of 5 kids and he was the middle child. Then when he was around 9, his father came home in a drunken fit of rage and started a fight with his mother. Which eventually ended in him sh**ting her. Dally wasn’t exactly close to her, she was not a good mom in any way, but seeing your own parent killed in front of you takes a large toll on you. So that was when he ran out.
Throughout his childhood he had already started to hang out with a couple gangs of hoods around the city. So after running out he just joined in with them. They were horrible influences to him and several times Dally found himself helping in beating a teenager into the pavement after he forgot to pay in time for their dr*gs. The main gang he hung out with were dealers and also helped with…disposing of other people who caused a little more trouble than liked. The main leader of the gang was a kid nicknamed Snake Eyes. (For the newsies fans, he was a rougher and tougher version of Spot Conlon) Dallas looked up to him and learned a lot. Snake Eyes wanted everyone in the gang to have a nickname so it was harder to be caught. Dallas ended up with the nickname Southern blade since someone mentioned that they heard Dallas was a city down in the deep south. Dallas helped out with a lot in the gang. But he was also still a younger guy. So he was mainly tasked with stealing things, sneaking Snake Eyes into places, and aiding in a fight if worse came to worst.
He was taught that he had to be tough, be brutal if he wanted to survive. So he was. No matter what they were doing he convinced himself he had to do it to survive. Snake Eyes didn’t exactly have a soft spot for him but he looked out for him since he was younger than the other boys. He gave him a stern talking-to after Dally got caught and thrown in jail. But he still bailed him out. The rest of the gang pushed Dally around a lot more and he got a couple scars from these “play fights”. Snake Eyes killed the guy who did the worst though, he had thrown a knife across the room and was aiming for Dallas. Dallas only ended up with a large scar across the bridge of his nose but that guy ended up with a lot worse. Snake Eyes has laid a hand on Dallas whenever he gets super upset, but never enough to leave more than a bruise or a mark. (Not that that is justified in anyway)
Several of the guys catcalled girls a lot and definitely said some very inappropriate things. Which of course led to Dally learning from them. Should they have taught this 10 year old to be one of the smoothest talkers in Brooklyn? Nope. Did they? Oh yeah they did. But of course no girls took him seriously.
Snake Eyes drilled it into Dally’s head what to do when disrespected. Dally would watch him deck a guy for sneering in his direction. So Dally quickly picked up on it and Snake Eyes even taught him to be stronger. 
What made Dallas leave was when a real big fight broke out. Heaters and blades were pulled out on just about everyone. This larger gang leader was trying to take over and Snake Eyes ended up with a shot to the chest. Dallas tried to stop the bleeding because he didn’t like this new leader but Snake Eyes just told him it was for the better. He told him to hop trains and go as far from his past as possible. He also gave him his St. Christopher necklace and snake ring. So Dallas ran out of NYC at 11 ½. Snake Eyes was in no means a good person, but he was a older brother of sorts to Dally. Another person Dally loved, ripped away from him.
Dally grew up that day, he began to believe he shouldn’t care about anything since the world would just take it away from him. But luckily he never had it on his mind that maybe he should leave this world. He followed Snake Eyes' advice and began his journey, planning to try and make it to the deepest part of Texas.
Part two will be his travels pre-tulsa!
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birbmotherpigeon · 2 months ago
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Hello world~
I'm a Swedish Birb called Mika (not irl name)
I'm 21
I use They/Them pronouns
workaholic apparently
Looooooove MCYT rn (Hermitcraft and Lifeseries mostly)
I'm always looking for moot, if....if you care...👉👈
PLEASE BE MY FRIEND.
oh also I write fanfiction.
here's a link to my current fic. A Mumscarian socmed collage au.
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so that's my new intro~ don't be afraid to write in comments and stuff. not that I want friends or anything....
Birb out♡
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goaliegossip · 2 months ago
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So my brother works in events and he has gotten pretty connected in the Canadian hockey world. He’s been getting into the scene mostly through media people, like influencers and podcasters. A lot of them are tight with players. One of his podcast buddies introduced him to Adrian Kempe, they hit it off, and things just kinda snowballed from there.
He’s met Willy a few times, but they’re not close or anything. Willy’s got his own tight circle, and then there’s a bigger group of more casual friends he hangs out with sometimes. My brother is not in the inner circle, but he has gotten pretty close with some of the other Swedish guys. Like close enough to get invited to weddings in Sweden, which is kinda wild.
Anyway, he found out about this girl through a few of the players. They were all just hanging out and started gossiping. Apparently hockey players gossip more than you’d expect. It’s like high school with these guys. I tried to get more out of my brother, but of course the guys didn’t say much. Just some jokes, a bit of teasing, and then they moved on. But from what he picked up, a couple of Willy’s buddies have been chirping him about this girl, saying he’s gone soft over her and stuff.
Is he still on Raya? Probably. He is a guy, and the girl is not even in Toronto, so wouldn’t really be surprised. Do I think it’s serious? Honestly, not really. It’s still super new. Kinda feels like he’s into it more because she’s hard to get.
Also, I know a bunch of other gossip about other players too. It’s not like Willy is the only one. But I don’t usually share that stuff, cause honestly I don’t really care about the other guys. Willy is my favourite, that’s why I shared this one. And please, don’t go trying to follow or stalk anyone on Instagram or whatever. I don’t even know how to spell her name properly, so there is really no point.
best to not share any names so people don’t go looking for her instagram. feel free to share anything else about other players if you want to!
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rainswhenyourehere · 11 months ago
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also. if someone wants to help. (also btw hibi lore like. the most important part methinks)
how to "keep it casual" with. lets say hypothetically. if you came to a new school in seventh grade. and met a nice guy during swedish class and kinda connected with him immediately and. then you guys are like. best friends in your opinion and you guys hang out allll the time and you kind of have the biggest crush on him and. lets say. like. you love him so fucking much its borderline unhealthy? and like. then he starts sending you flirtatious gifs and texting you so. because youre in love. you send flirtatious gifs back and you guys basically call each other love and sweetheart and everything and !! you guys hold hands and he lets you listen to his music and gives you a plastic ring to match his and gives you gifts and treats and !! holds your hand btw !!!! and nearly asks you to kiss him during a truth or dare game like. implies it strongly . so then you !! decide to ask him hey. what are we. and he goes idk and you guys hve a littl etalk because yay communication !!!!! and hes like. so. i like you . like. thats out there now okay. i like you but i also like this other guy so um. idk so!! because youre in love and would wait like fifty million lifetimes you say okay ill wait for you its okay but then the romantic interactions disappear and its like . because you guys are in a trio right? theres this other guy too. so he starts maybe confiding in the other guy a littl enad you should not feel envious he can do whatever he wants its his life but . you do but youj also dont say anything so like. a year or smth passes idk and he goes. yknow what. tbh. i dont rly like you anymofre?? like i like this other guyu and i think ill always like him and ur kinda heartbroken and shit but you say its fine i was kinda over you anyways. so . that happnes and you stil l love him so fucking much but . you dont say it because youre happy he moved on and . youre probs not worth it anyways its fine and then a ruond a month later while ur eating at lunch hes like. haha can you go away for a while i want to talk abt stuff with person 3 in our trio and youre like. okay sure !!! and then you come back nd . find out he s in love or has a crush or wever on another guy. so . apparently he wouldnt love hte other guy forever but it doesnt rleally matter at least it shouldnt so you drop it its fine . enter grade eight your friend group grows and . theres these classes where you can pick and not everyone goes to the same on e right ??? so . the rest of your friend group goes to the musci class and you go to the . cooking class . which you enjoy btw!!! like!! a lot!!!! and you attend it with another classmate of ur s and boooom youre friends. wow . hooray like. currently youre probably closest to them which is craaaaazy liek. wow. but !! bcs u attned a diff class you get shut out of alll the fun things they do and you dont really feel like you belong and you also kinda feel dsicarded and not important and invisible because !!!! the guy youre in love with yes still kinda hate that !! treats you like air. so. then you ask him whats wrong right before you go on a month long trip on summer vacation without internet access. and when youj come back you find the messag eunread and !! you stressed abt this the whole summer btw. smth smth i dont even want you back i js want to know if ruining my sparkling summer was the goal /lyr ANYWYS. you . jask abt him awgain. on discord and he says that hes changed as a person and his interests have changed and this is fine btw!!! like. you totally understand yep. and then he says that youve beeen like . kinda really annoying recently and sometimes he feels like killing himself while hanging out with you so. that s nice and also !! not being with you has made his mental state like. get better a bunch so "thats just grand".
so. mmm. also by the way this is like. summer vacation after eight grade yeah?? well. just before the seventh grade summer vacation person 3 in ur trio asked you out. and you kinda dated them. even though you ddint really have feeling because they re nice the y treat you well and you had to get over him but then around like . a year later you cant really take it anymore and its not person 3s fault at all theyve been perfetct alllll around like. the most amazing human being ever but. you just cant . you keep choosing him over them and you can see its hurting them and this isnt working nahyways so . a round a yaer later you tell them hey. not your fault i was seeking approval and shit and im like. the jerk ehre but like. thank ou so much and its a whole essay and they go okay its fine but. now youve broken someones heart so . yay you and youre still not over him so . wowww good job.
back to eight grade summer vacation?? you dont really text anyone else except from cooking class friend and person 3 and you dont want to text in the group chat because hes the most active one and you really dont want to intrude his space and . now 9th grade is statrgint in 8 hours and you just saw a message from him . saying asking you to "keep it casual" so the teachers dont come after you guys or something. so . somoene tell me how to keep it casual?? like. do you just stand next to the other guysf rom the friend group?? are you . suposeced to interact with them ???? can you still eat w the guys?????? oh and . 9 th grad eis the most inmportant year academically so i also have to get good grades from everything and actuallly focus on studies so . theres that.
tut on how to keep it casual pls okay love u guys <3
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phneltwrites · 3 months ago
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for the directors cut fanfic thing you reblogged - do you have anything you'd like to share about lbob? Loved learning little extra things from replies to comments on that one but can't think of a very specific scene or chapter rn :)
Or take this as a free space to share on another fic if you'd prefer - love your other stories too!
oho. the problem is i have TOO MANY lbob thoughts. The way I write - and the way my brain works is that it's just doing too much at all times. The bit in 'you made your mind up' where Wilhelm is like free associating the arctic monkeys to the original poem the song is based on to the japanese concept of tsukumogami and then being like 'I'd be Simon's keyboard' is what my brain is doing at all times and is also basically what the text is trying to do at all times and im valiantly trying to beat out the 17 layers of references and metaphors that I have going on. That is why it's so critical I pick the metaphor set each character is going to use in their narration so at least there's some coherency in their monologue. I sometimes joke about fractals and it's not fully fractals but the fic is definitely an overfull box with a barely contained lid. Don't wanna bore you haha
mm so I guess maybe one fun thing is you might know I cut a lot out of lbob, about 25k, and one of the things is that I was going to do another payoff on the poetry stuff, which was this long-running motif. I put the poetry in because I needed them to have something to talk about over text to keep the conversation going. So I brought in this idea of Wilhelm getting into poems as part of his 'learn to express feelings' homework, and sharing that with Simon. And then I had to read a fuckton of Swedish poetry to try and get the right vibes. Shoutout to my friend E and their disdain for Boye in translation (apparently it's less sentimental in the original Swedish).
Once I'd decided that poetry would be a topic of conversation that I could rely on, I knew I was going to hit with the Karin Boye poem on Wille's wall. After that, I technically didn't need any more poetry but maybe I read too much Tolkein or too much Borges as a child and I love to nest a theme all the way down.
So I was also going to bring this other Boye in and never got to so here have some more poetry.
"I want to meet..."
Armed, erect and and closed in armour forth I came - but of terror was the mail-coat cast, and of shame.
I want to drop my weapons, sword and shield. All that hard hostility made me cold.
I have seen the dry seeds grow at last. I have seen the bright green spread out fast.
Mightier than iron is life's tenderness, driven forth from the earth's heart without defence.
The spring dawns in winter’s regions. where I froze. I want to meet life’s powers weaponless.
-Karin Boye
Right? Because it's about both of them having trust and openness and Wilhelm in particular putting down this constant calculus of what he can give and trade in his position. "I want to meet life's powers weaponless."
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lumine-no-hikari · 5 months ago
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Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #408
I rearranged my art room today to make it a little more livable. My art room has a sink. It's super cluttered with epoxy equipment right now, but I'll get to that tomorrow. Here's how the rest of it turned out:
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...If you look closely, you'll see Hoshi, the black void on the bed next to Bubbles, my orca plush. And on the chair in the nook is Mogwai. Feel free to say hello!
I'm pretty happy with how this rearrangement turned out. Everything I need is right here, at my fingertips. All my crafty things, a customizable metal shelf that I can use both as a desk and as a means of storage, my laptop, my clothes, my essentials for going out, and all that jazz.
I had to do a lot of tidying and rearranging of things to make this work. The shoulder and ribs hurt a lot less than I expected, given the number of heavy things I moved. I guess this most recent exercise K gave me is really working out. It stretches out the muscles between the ribs and the pelvis; apparently, those are extremely compressed on my right side. I can feel it when I do it; on the left side, the stretch is easy. But on the right side, everything is tight, and doing this stretch is terribly painful.
But! It wasn't as painful to do it today as it was when he gave it to me! So there's that.
...I'm trying to be upbeat and chipper. I'm not sure how well it's working, though. But I can get used to this. I'll be okay.
I made some white bean salad today!! Specifically, I like to make Great Northern Beans; they're my favorite kind of bean so far! I like to serve them chilled. This time, I drizzled them with a bit of olive oil and sprinkled it with garlic powder, salt, and parsley! It's amazingly tasty for something so simple! Check it out!!
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I also made a bowl full of rice, kimchi, and pre-cooked frozen meatballs; you just thaw them out in the microwave! I got 4 different varieties a while back – Italian, Homestyle Italian (they're just bigger, I think), Angus, and Swedish. I think that of these, my favorite is Swedish!
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I applied for 5 more state jobs today; I'm up to 21 applications total being out. Hopefully one of them will get back to me. Though I don't know when that'll be, if ever. I'll check the website again tomorrow; hopefully there will be more openings.
Aside from that, I mostly just worked on my weird crafty project thingy. I have 5 thingies now, and I'm working on a 6th. I guess I'll just keep going until I run out of materials. It'll be a while before I run out of materials, so I'll have something to do for a while, and this pleases me.
On Saturday, I think I might try biking to work. I know it's cold and stuff, but... I really don't wanna use gas right now, for reasons I'm not gonna explain here. Besides, it'll be a good workout for my legs; goodness knows they could use it.
Not sure what else to write today. Just taking things one step at a time, at least for now, I guess.
...And what are you up to? I heard through the grapevine that you, for whatever reason, have an animation in which you give a young chocobo some nice scritches. I was delighted by this; I'm hoping this bodes well for the kinds of choices you'll make in the final part of your remade story. I know that maybe it's just wishful thinking. Still, I... I hope you'll make good choices. I don't want to lose another pillar around which I've built my life.
So, tell me... have you pet any particularly adorable young chocobos lately...?
I guess that's it for today.
I love you. Please stay safe out there in the world, all right? I'm counting on you to make it out of all your things okay. I can't... I can't lose you. Selfish as that probably sounds.
I'll write again tomorrow.
Your friend, Lumine
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einsteinsugly · 1 year ago
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The personal edits, in my head, I made to the T7S wiki(s).
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1. I ignore the T9S stuff, for obvious reasons. Logistical reasons, blah blah blah. Unless they mention any extended family stuff, or perhaps Kitty's age, because that would stay static regardless of it being an alternate universe (or not).
2. The only birth name and date canons are the following:
A) Red's full name is Reginald Albert Forman, and he was born on December 7, 1927. He turned 14 the day when Japan attacked Pearl Harbor.
B) Kitty was born on the 13th; likely, the 13th of October. Her maiden name is Sigurdson.
C) Kelso is around a year older than the gang, and Jackie is around a year younger.
D) Jackie's middle name is Beulah.
E) Hyde's full birth name is Steven J Hyde III, and he's a Sagittarius.
F) Donna is a month older than Eric.
Eric's birthday switches around so much, and Bob and Midge's birth dates on the wiki directly contradict canon (I will explain later).
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Kelso, Donna, and Jackie's full names and birth dates stay the same.
What I change:
1. Hyde's full middle name is James. Everything else stays the same. Other than the maternal half-brother he randomly mentions in season 8, as a joke, which I ignore.
2. The random brother Jackie apparently mentions in season 8 is ignored. I change it to a stillborn younger sister, Jennifer.
3. Eric's birthday was once March 18th on the wiki. It was changed to March 5th, at some point. I think March 18th, being the day after St Patty's day, is more fitting. For some reason.
4. Kitty's middle name is changed to Anna, after her Swedish grandmother. Her birthday is also moved up two years, since her being forty-six is more realistic for having menopause (while still expecting she might be pregnant). Red and Kitty definitely have an age gap, but not a six year one. Four years seems more fitting. Bea is also Swedish, too, with a maiden name of Holm.
5. Since I change Kitty's middle name, I change Laurie's, too. Lauren Anna Forman is her full name. It also sounds like Gloriana, which was a nickname for Elizabeth I. Lol.
6. Bob and Midge's wikis are a whole other can of worms. Their birth dates on the wikis constantly switch back and forth from 1929-30 to 1939. The former is impossible, since Midge said she found out she was pregnant with Donna when she was sixteen (you could say Valerie, I guess, but meh). So, 1942-3 is far more likely as Midge's birth date, and Bob seems to be around the same age as Midge. So I put Bob's birth date as early 1942, and Midge's as mid-late 1942.
Then comes their names. I peg them both as Italian, so I ignore Aldren altogether. Midge's full name is Margaret Helena Rossi. And Bob's is Robert Joseph Pinciotti, since I made it up before the wiki did (or, at least, before I saw it). And Giovanni seems so stereotypical, idk.
7. Fez gets a full name, Guilherme Queimada-Guzman (this would be butchered by some suburban white people, I think). He has a bunch of middle names, most of which I don't remember. Arturo, Luis, and Carlos are in there somewhere.
8. Jack's full birth name is John Charles Burkhart. It is mentioned that Jackie has a ninety two year old grandmother in 1978, so she likely is his mother. I actively headcanon he's a lot older than Pam, so he was born in 1920.
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xnovicexofxreasonx · 2 months ago
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CURSE OF BEING BACK
We're Home 2025
Now that's better.
We are on a familiar territory here, listening to the good, the old, the fart music. So are the smells, familiar (mostly of cash and death).
The year of Goings Backs: now it's BLACK CURSE again, it was the second ever gig here on the shores of the sound (not really, but will you count stuff from over 9 years ago?). Ironic, that return to the first ever gonna be tomorrow.
Asynchronicity aside, it's a new place also (gonna be the theme of the year) - itsy-bitsy club up two stairways, and the first thing that welcomes you on a website is "child friendly" (gonna be the theme of the year). So, to be outside comfort zone i took a metro there.
And what a welcome surprise - there was no warm up announced, so local death metal enforcement (metal militia if you will) stepped in. We meet again, UNDERGANG.
Same beer powered gory dm from local beer-quartet. Strange choice i'd say, not unwelcome tho.
So, the crowd. Now that is just comforting (?) to realize, that at least 70% of public around have an aging bowel control. The battle-jackets (patchtrees?), the hairduders, the bald-brigade, that fleeting name for the ultimate metal oldfart - the usuals. Stand closer to the hairs, they make good fans. Another contrast - people here are standing in roomy rows - now that is a thoughtful ventilation i'd say.
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UNDERGANG never disappoints: you never expect anything anyway - but as the old as time itself bored-to-death-riffs come, something very goregrind-y comes as well. All that with the brand of a natural beerpowered guttural voicework. Drummer is a beast ™️ ofk: hobo with a shotgun doing his best Beeeeeaaaans (now, now it looks better!) cosplay. The boys played all the hits, joked all the good jokes about the place (the end of metro line), the time (wednesday evening), the beer (skål!). Finished on a high note: the guy from BLACK CURSE guest drumming best songs. The guy is a machine (for a guitarist), but probably The Beast himself also. (Apparently he is drumming in SPECTRAL VOICE, nice). There was kinda perfect sound, surprisingly.
Anyway, short break, i wrote some of the letter to Misha (i like the multitemporal stuff right here, as i write it on another gig later that week). So, the BLACK CURSE.
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The fellas from the legendary Denver, Colorado ™️ dropped a colossal banger at the end of last year: the first time i read about them couple of years ago was from a music blog; the praises for the second album i've read in a different music blog - kinda digital synchronicity. Anyway, what they're doing is just one of the best fucking chaos on that whole warmetal front - second only to kings of TEITANBLOOD.
Yet again the boys elevated the incomprehensibly chaotic b-dm blend by on point visuals: rusty chains (doublechecked - they're real!), dusty clothes, moody lights (at one point the second, brutal, guitarguy reprimanded some elder photolady for using flash), etc. Same team as last time too - (in order of thickness of chains) - the intensely bald and eye-bulging drummer (no chain), the demonically possessed lead guy Eli (thinnest but most evil looking chain), the tall cowboy-boy bassboy, and the immensely brutal (if you know you know) second player (brutal chain on par). Music is, well, incomprehensible no stops-no bullshit evil wall-of-sound noise metal stuff we all need and love. But that time i finally got it - all that chaos is carefully and precisely constructed with a lot of pedals and layers and stuff, so it is not a random dirty sounds - it is an elevated art form, fuck yeah!
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Yeah, well that shit you can only see live, and coupled with the natural demonic possession happening in front of your eyes - that's what we call 'living' here.
Last time there was no encore - one and done deal, but having legacy album makes sense to do the usual encore-shenanigans. Some girl (swedish i assume) next to me tried to have me shouting band name during The Ritual of Summonig, but i decided not to disappoint her by saying it was inevitable anyway - so just told her "i'm shy".
After the last banger - went strait for the metro, no stops, no bullshit.
Had a nice ride together with one patchtree duder and the old-fart (us three across the whole train).
Sweet.
7-8/05/2025
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weirdthoughtsandideas · 1 year ago
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**This is related to the post about dcla gatekeeping telenovelas** In my eyes this whole debacle is mostly about popularity and demand/availability. Even before Violetta/Soy Luna there were a shit ton of teen (non disney tho) telenovelas that were extremely popular on their lands but didn't really pick up outside except a few places + europe, which is a shame for so many reasons, especially because i've seen a fair share of stuff that i think you and a lot of other people of this community would enjoy if they liked violetta/soy luna/bia/go vive tu manera etc but it's not available if you don't understand even slightly one of the neo-latin languages or languages that are kind of indirectly affiliated (mostly because those dubs/subs are the ones that are easier to find). I was also tempted to try and start subbing them in English but it would take an insane amount of time (still thinking about it tho..)
And then Violetta was like an insane phenomenon at the time and I understand why they tried HARD to push it on the american audience even tho they never really cared that much (which is insane to me because Violetta was such a core memory from my childhood) and maybe with Soy Luna they saw how popular it was in general and compared it with how uninterested the english speaking countries were at the times of Violetta and just... gave up with the whole translating thing because it wasn't worth it since it was already doing insanely good?? i guess (but that's just a theory/an opinion)
p.s. (The only disney gatekeeping I can fully conferm tho [in my opinion] is Juacas because I swear to god I cannot find it to save my fucking life in either it's original language or dubbed in my native language (it was released and was also really popular apparently, but at the time i was kind of away from telenovelas) so yeah I still think that sometimes they truly do shit without thinking and just generally suck at preserving international stuff. (i'm shit at explaining myself sorry lol)
No you’re good! D+ also randomly gatekeeps their d+ la shows from the international audience (like S2 of Papás por encargo?? Why not release it everywhere???? We wanna watch it too!). Also I wish they released stuff like Patito Feo… I’ve heard of that show’s existence since I first saw Violetta and it was only released in a handful of countries. Also, Violetta was really marketed EVERYWHERE, and then SL came along and in my country, they dubbed the two first seasons and then never the third and I barely remember it airing on tv, while Violetta was marketed so much you could not miss it. They never aired Bia here at all, and it’s not out on D+ in my country (but when watching it with a vpn they had swedish subtitles available so??? why gatekeep it from us). ALSO, so many countries have their own version of ”as the bell rings” and not a SINGLE VERSION is available on D+, not even the italian version which is the original??
I also have some shows from my country (non-disney) that was popular here, but I wish was known everywhere because they are awesome.
The english dub of Violetta was not popular in the UK. It was popular everywhere else, for people who did not speak spanish but still loved the show, and thus when wanting to show clips from the show they used those clips. Now, I personally don’t like the english dub and they randomly don’t translate stuff correctly at times, but for many kids who did not understand spanish but did understand english, it was useful. Now, most countries had their own dubs too, but when posting about clips online for everyone to see, you rarely used your own language’s dub. You used the english dub, so that you could reach out to a larger audience.
I remember a few years back, I said that I felt like Soy Luna barely was marketed and people were like ”No it has higher ratings than Violetta!!” - and it turned out I simply missed it because as I said, in my country they barely marketed it in comparison to Violetta and since it did not even get an english dub, kids who did not know spanish could not talk ”internationally” about it in the same way, and mostly had to talk about it locally with the people from their own country.
I definitely agree that Violetta was such a phenomenon that they really tried pushing it on americans. ”Come on!! All of latin america and Europe are obsessed!!!! You need to join in on the fun!!” and they were like ”uh no thanks we don’t like dubs and the kids will be bored if it’s subbed”, and that eventually lead to them not even caring to dub SL. The only thing that is sad about that is that we could have gotten british Ámbar.
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theaistired · 2 years ago
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Blog introduction
Hello, my name is Thea (she/they), I’m acespec, arospec, and autistic. I speak German and English and I am trying to learn Italian, Swedish and Arabic (learning three different languages at once is complicated, so trying instead of actual learning). I’m a big fan of the fantasy genre and like to read, write, draw, play the piano, and occasionally play video games. I also love birds and science.
Now, this is my main blog where I post about my writing, my art and also stuff in general. I might also post about some of my own music in the future. You can find a short introduction to my WIPs under the cut.
Hope you enjoy and I'll see you around on tumblr!
Galidean: A fantasy series that was supposed to be a trilogy but has grown into a much longer series. But I guess that is what happens when you look a three different projects and think to yourself "wouldn't it be hilarious if the took place in the same setting". So, the series can be divided into three different "eras" with their own little "main plot", but there is also a plotline running through all of them mostly in the background.
A hundred years after the joined victory over the Dark Sun, the human nations gather together in celebration. Future leaders attend a journey through each other's home, during which it becomes clear that scorching raids have left their marks over all the territories. With no apparent culprit, a prince, an orphan, a lord, and a sorcerer band together to find the power that turns banishment into death. With the help of a friend and a sibling, they start chasing mysteries and legends across the world, unaware that they all take root from the wounds of the world itself.
Old Gods: A fantasy series consisting of 3 – 4 books, while I also wanted it to be horror, that part has gotten somewhat lost while developing it. Oh well.
Cyr was young when the war started, he was young when he joined it and he was not so young anymore when the enemy captured him. After four years of imprisonment, he comes to terms with his inevitable fate. Surrounded by enemies, hated by his allies, stripped of his magic and will, there is no escape for him. While the voices and visions invade both day and night, Cyr prepares for his final day. His only true solace is the new courtesan who has endless stories of hope and rebirth to tell him.
The Human in Us: An urban fantasy series, that really is just two characters and my investment in their relationship in a trench coat. All started by me looking at different supernatural YA stories and going “wonder how I would do that”.
Students, alcohol and an abandoned house should have been the set-up for a fun, maybe spooky anecdote in their future. It should not twist and turn and talk, it should not turn nightmares real, it should not make Josephine’s hallucinations even more vivid and grotesque. Yet it does, and one month later, a burning girl appears to give her an envelope containing an address and a promise of answers.
There Are Voices In the Void: A sci-fi horror story, set in the same setting as a different sci-fi project of mine, but story-wise not connected to it.
While investigating a nebula, the scientists of the crew gather samples of cosmic dust, finding an unknown organism on it. The head biologists determines it to be deceased and proceeds with further testing. The death of two of his colleagues soon afterwards is just the beginning of the nightmare.
Little Remains: A bit of crime fiction/thriller, that happened by me looking at YA mystery series and going “wonder how I would do that”.
Detective Morgan has worked on many gruesome cases in the past, most of them took place in bigger cities with an anonymous population. When a teenage girl is found dead in the fields of a small town nearby, Morgan first assumes an outsider to be the murderer of the unidentified victim. However, with the murder of a local student a few days later, even the tight-knit community quickly realises that one of them is far more familiar with the gruesome case than the rest of them. Unwilling to sit back, the student’s friends start their own investigation, while Morgan begins to struggle with old ghosts.  
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martianbugsbunny · 2 years ago
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CaptainCroc ask (or as I call them, Goldenhook):
Wholesome: what kind of candy do you think they’d eat on Halloween? And would they share or would they bicker about who gets what?
Not so wholesome: who do you think dies first? (If we’re sticking with Hook’s lifeline being longer due to his stay on Neverland. But also if you want, throw in some ideas about Hook being a dark one too cause I feel that has POTENTIAL)
Lucky for me my siblings just brought me a bag of candy from a parade a couple days ago so I've been able to do plenty of first-hand research on this lol
The thing they fight over is 100% the chocolate stuff. Milky Ways (they've definitely almost gotten divorced over a Milky Way Midnight), Twix, M&Ms, Reese's Cups, all those. For Hook, I really want to say somebody handed him a package of Swedish Fish once and he tried one and went "who had the audacity to call these fish?" but then they kind of became his guilty pleasure. For Rumple, my first instinct is to say he wouldn't like any of the artificial fruit flavored candies, but y'know the guy did eat a burger once, and apparently he likes ketchup, so I'm gonna say his other favorite is the classic Twizzlers.
Now the hard part. I have spent entirely too much of my time thinking about who dies first, because there are just too many juicy options.
I'm tempted to say neither of them dies; in a relationship with another villain (and I'm pretty sure Hook would still be a villain if he was with Rumple, mostly for family reasons) Rumple wouldn't hesitate to use whatever incredibly dark magic he needed to keep Hook alive indefinitely. They outlive all the heroes, probably return to the Enchanted Forest bc realistically what the heck are the Dark One and his pirate husband gonna do in Maine, and they basically rule unchecked for all eternity. Maybe they get a little more mellow as they age, and eventually they fade from unquestioned lords of the land into these semi-mythical beings; Hook is the thing all sailors pray to and fear, and Rumple is the thing people only whisper about in broad daylight.
Now, if Hook became a Dark One, there's obviously two ways that could go down: either the way it did in Camelot or he kills Rumple (which means Rumple would die first). The more angsty way is if he kills Rumple, but there's not really a good reason for him to do that if they're together. Maybe another villain steals his heart or uses illusions to manipulate him into taking the dagger and killing Rumple, which honestly isn't too bad of an idea. Said villain expects to be able to kill Hook and get the power for themselves; they just knew it would be easier for him to kill Rumple than to do it themselves, but Hook wins and becomes sort of a vengeful ghost, slowly but surely undermining the heroes in a plan to slaughter them all as punishment for not defeating that other villain themselves (what are heroes for, after all) and the heroes find a way to kill him because there's no other way to stop him. He and Rumple are reunited in the afterlife.
If it goes down like Camelot and they're both Dark Ones, it's probably pretty similar to the first scenario, because they're both theoretically immortal. But in this situation, I think Hook would take the original darkness from Rumple, less to protect other people than to keep the darkness in the family, and when he's transported to Camelot he realizes he can use the other half of Excalibur to give Rumple back some darkness, and make him immortal again. So of course Hook does that, with a Dark Curse along the way bc why not, and then the heroes have to solve the problem of what to do with two Dark Ones running around Storybrooke. They steal Excalibur and offer Hook and Rumple the choice of death or having their dark magic cut away. Rumple's been pretty close to death recently, so he says he'd rather lose his magic than die, but Hook is totally mad with power and won't settle for that. A mega-battle is waged and in the end the heroes kill Hook in front of Rumple and then he goes totally nuts and probably takes down at least one hero with him, but he's also killed because there's no other way to stop him.
If they're both mortal for some reason, then I think Rumple probably dies of old age. In this scenario, they're both mellowed out a bit, because they have less power than if one or both of them was the Dark One, so Hook either waits patiently to die and be reunited with Rumple or he does the classic old-people-in-love thing and dies within days to weeks of Rumple.
As a generality, I think Hook seems to win the Dies Last award, mostly because it's fun to kill off the immortal guy before his mortal husband, but also because it's fun to kind of twist around the guy who canonically died first and say "well if he was a villain, would that still be the case?" and I think the answer is no, if Hook was a villain in love with Rumple, another villain, it wouldn't be. (Although I'm kind of enjoying the neither of them dies scenario, them being sort of eldritch gods of terror in the Enchanted Forest a couple hundred years later is a slay.)
Anyway the point is I couldn't decide who to kill first so I just invented ways for both!
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