#are you judd enough answer

[are-you-judd-enough]

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[reareaotaku]

yandere judd where reader is a stoner 💕

Bro I've never smoked... Never even an edible... >:( Here is the link to my Taglist!

He gives me more edible vibes than smoking a joint

You're like Hippie-vibes kind of stoner [Think Argyle from Stranger Things]

The craziest thing though, is you probably met when you needed a new dealer

^ Someone recommended him, but warned you of his personality

^ Thankfully, he thought you were funny enough and kept you around

Don't date your dealers

You're always at his place at the weirdest hours

His parents give you really weird vibes because of how close they are, so you started having him come to your house

He likes that he doesn't have to talk to you or really do anything. He can just be there. And that's nice

He does get tired of your stupid questions, but he still answers them- With short remarks

He's older than you, so there is a part of you that looks up to him, which is really bad, because he's a terrible influence

He gets you to do bad stuff when you're high

Lucky you to have him as your watch when you try a new drug [Ex: Shrooms]

[kenmjiro]

ೄ◌ྀ ˊˎ Scars and bad memories | Carl Grimes

Carl grimes (TWD) x Fem reader

TWS: angst, kissing, mention of child abuse

Carl was locked in his room throwing darts, he did this frequently since they let him out of the infirmary after losing his eye.

He was distant, he didn't talk to anyone except his father and Michonne occasionally, he didn't leave his room and that had me worried, I have come to see him every day, but he doesn't speak to me and barely looks at me

We had been together for 6 months before this happened, but I just don't know what will become of us anymore. It hurts me to see him like this, but I will continue fighting, because I love him and I will do everything possible to prove it.

With my legs trembling with nervousness I decided to go in, I wiped the sweat that was accumulating on my palms on my pants, I gathered my courage and pushed the door.

When I saw Carl with his back to me, he was throwing darts from the side where he had been shot, and there were no darts on the target, they had all hit the door and he seemed more and more frustrated and absent.

“What are you doing here again?” His voice sounded so cold and hard that for a moment I thought I had hit an ice barrier, and as soon as I could answer, a cruel lump of anguish had formed in my throat.

“I-I came to see little Judd.”

He didn't even look at me and continued throwing darts at him.

“She's in her room, so don't bother me.

That hurt me, but I'm not a weak girl and my duty is to help Carl, there's no time to get depressed.

“Talking to me like that won’t give you back your eye.” I knew that my comment would piss him off and I waited expecting the worst from him, that he would run me out of his room or yell at me, whatever he did to hurt me I didn't care, I needed to remove all that indifference that was consuming his feelings.

“You think I care? Go chase squirrels, you silly little girl.”

“No thanks, I already had lunch.” My sarcastic response seemed to bother him more and he began to throw the darts with more fury than before, but half of them hit the door and the rest fell to the ground.

“Do you remember when we met and I had a huge bow with me?”

“No." He cut me off abruptly, trying to silence me.

“You said it was impossible for a girl as short and skinny as me to have enough strength to shoot it, you made fun of me for days until she saw me shoot it.”

The memory seemed to have softened his bad mood; he stared vacantly at a spot on the wall and smiled imperceptibly.

“Yes, I still don't understand how you did it... You were tiny.” He gave a small, fleeting chuckle. "You still are."

Carl had spoken almost in a whisper, but since we were alone, that was enough for me. In the end he gave up throwing the darts and looked at the ground.

“I just needed my arms, correct posture...and an eye. “Carl turned around to look at me, he seemed angry, but at the same time I could see that I was getting to him.

“What are you getting at, y/n?”

“You don't need everything to shoot a bow, or a gun, or to throw darts, you just...you just have to have the way.

“Yeah? and when you lose an eye… what is the Y/n way?” Carl began to approach me in a threatening manner. " which ?!?"

“I can teach you.”

I raised my hand to caress his face, but he moved away from it as if my touch burned him.

“Oh yeah? Try it, see what you can do as a hunter.”

“First stand up straight, put one foot on the shooting line and the other behind.” With my hands I gently corrected his posture and pushed his leg so that it was aligned. “stand on your side and fix your target with your dominant eye.”

“You will say with the only eye I have left.”

His voice was bitter and sarcastic, but he was relenting.

“That's all you need, sheriff.”

I carefully took his throwing arm and told him to take it back to throw the dart, I left his side and he looked at me skeptical, but he threw, and it took him half a second to realize that he had hit right. the target. He hid his surprise and finally spoke to me without his tone of indifference and bitterness.

“Not bad hunter, now I understand how being so little you had better aim than dad.”

“You see, everything has its side... You just have to find it.”

He looked down so that his hair hid how heartbroken and sad he was, but he knew him better than I knew myself, he knew how he felt.

“And how do I find the side to this?”

She pointed to the side of his face where there was only a thick bandage.

I approached him calmly and hugged him, he didn't return the gesture, but his entire body was trembling.

“Why are you still looking for me?” His voice was barely a whisper full of pain. “I'm horrible, I can't force you to stay with me like this, please don't feel sorry for me and just leave.”

My heart hurt so much hearing his voice, so fragile, so vulnerable.

“I don't feel sorry, I love you. Please believe in me, we will get through this together, let me help you. ”

"You do not have to do it. “I’ll be fine alone… You don’t deserve to spend your life with a monster, full of scars and bad memories.”

My heart broke at his words, I separated from him and forced him to sit down on the bed in the room, it's time for me to show him my own scars, I calmly took off the blouse I was wearing and then the small tank top, leaving me only with a sports bra.

“Do you see this scar?” I said pointing to my stomach “When my uncle got drunk he was very violent, he tried to hit my mother, but she locked herself in her room and left me alone with him. "She was scared, and trying to escape I fell on a glass table... her blood must have scared him, because she left me lying there and walked away."

“and-I didn't-I had no idea…”

“and you see these marks here?” I took off the leather wrist guards I always wore. “A year before I found them I ran into a group of unpleasant people... Our leader made them angry and as punishment they handcuffed me and other kids to a fence and attracted the attention of some walkers so that our parents could see it, I I tore the skin on my wrists to free myself, I didn't even care about the pain, I just had to pull. And do you see this ugly mark?” I brushed the hair off my shoulder and showed him a large asterisk-shaped scar. “I had a small accident with Daryl when we went out to look for Beth, a guy tried to shoot me at point-blank range, luckily Daryl was able to deflect the shot and it didn't hit me.” in the heart as was his plan.”

“...Why didn't you ever show me all this?”

“Because I'm horrible... How could I expect you to love someone who carried only scars and horrible memories?” Carl looked at me bewildered and looked away.

“It’s not the same Y/n.”

“Of course... we are both full of scars and these remind us that we were stronger than what tried to kill us, we are survivors and this is our life... and I want to share my scars and my bad memories with you and I want you to you do the same. Carl, I love you and I want to experience all the good that is left in the world with you.” Without realizing it, I had walked until I was in front of Carl and I knelt down so I could look him in the face, my eyes were full of tears and my voice was shaking, “and don't think that you can decide for me, I want to be by your side... “Just… Unless you don’t love me anymore…”

He didn't let me finish and silenced my crying with a kiss. He knelt down next to me and kissed me passionately. His arms wrapped around me with strength and desperation. My cheeks were wet, but he didn't care. With his fingers he delicately caressed each one of my scars and I did the same.

“Of course I love you, forgive me for acting like an idiot, I…”

This time it was my turn to silence his lips, my entire body vibrated as the temperature rose, in desperation I lightly pulled his hair, wishing he would never leave me. When our lungs were begging for air we did not separate slightly, his lips were red and swollen from what had happened before, we both gasped to catch our breath.

“You know, it's very unfair that even with a scar like that you still manage to look so perfect.” Carl laughed lightly and leaned down to kiss my shoulder.

“Says the girl who, even with all her scars, looks like an angel.”

I blushed at his comment, it was always the same, he managed to take my breath away just with a phrase like that.

“Shut up and kiss me sheriff.”

“With pleasure, hunter. ”

The kisses continued just like the memories and the scars.

Even though we had both lost a part of ourselves and even though destiny had marked us, it no longer mattered to us, because being together we were finally complete.

[liminalmemories21]

WIP Wednesday

tagged by @carlos-in-glasses, @heartstringsduet, @nisbanisba, @whatsintheboxmh, @lightningboltreader, @strandnreyes, @carlossreaders, and @lemonlyman-dotcom. Thank you!

Judd leans back.  "Been a minute since I've seen you.”  Pauses.  Says more delicately.  “Comin’ up on a year now since your daddy died.  How you been doin’ with that?”

He wishes people would stop whitewashing it, his father was murdered, he didn't have a heart attack, or fall asleep one night and just not wake up.  Someone rang the door of his parents house and shot his father in cold blood, and he had to listen to his mother's screams as her husband died in front of her.

"Fine," he manages to say, and Judd looks skeptical.

"Uh huh.  You wanna pull the other one, I hear it's got bells on."

He scowls at Judd.  "Everyone wants to move on, forget it happened, and I can't.  Whoever murdered him," he puts a heavy emphasis on the word and sees it hit Judd.  "Whoever murdered him is still out there."

"So you're lookin' for whoever that is?"

"Yes."

Judd hmms.  "Okay."

"That's it?  Okay?  Nothing else to add?"

Judd gives him an amused look.  "Did you want me to have more to say than that?  Seems to me like you got your mind made up about it, and whatever I say's gonna go in one ear and out the other."

"Everyone else seems to have an opinion," he mutters.

Judd snorts.  "Well, you know what they say.  Opinions and assholes, everyone's got one."

It catches him off guard and he snorts beer out his nose.  Judd hands him a napkin without comment.

"Just, here's a question for you."  He looks up, still blowing his nose.  "How long do you look?   A year?  Two?  Five?  Ten?  When do you say enough and start livin' for you and not someone else?  I ain’t sayin' there's a right answer there, just figure out for yourself when’s long enough."

tagging @freneticfloetry, @fifthrideroftheapocalypse, @three-drink-amy, @rmd-writes and @welcometololaland

[distort-opia]

Could you maybe explain to me what exactly Jason's problem with Bruce was/is when he came back?

Maybe I'm being stupid but I don't know. Like, I know there's this space between Jason's resurrection and Talia finding him... and Jason returing for a sec to kill Bruce, then changing his mind, and went back to Talia to plan The Ultimatum and travel the world a bit.

I went off the assumption that Jason thought Bruce didn't care enough for him to kill the Joker and then the whole stupid thing with the batarang to the neck after everyone thought Dick died.

But, like, Jason kind of destroyed his relationship with the batfam himself with the whole coming out of nowhere and trying to hurt/traumatize/kill them. I don't mean to hate on Jason specifically, I just don't get him on a fundamental level.

Would really appreciate if somebody could clear that up, I'm kind of desperate. Like I have most of the facts but it seems like a jigzaw puzzle with too many pieces and I can't make sense of it.

To be honest, I don't understand your confusion fully? You pretty much explained it yourself, why Jason was angry at Bruce after he came back. Even Judd Winick, the writer of Under the Red Hood, says it very concisely (in this interview):

When it comes to Jason's relationships with the Batfam, I'll once again let Winick explain his vision (transcription of a podcast episode to be found here):

You say that Jason harmed his relationship with the Batfam himself as if Jason's intention had been to have good relationships with them. At the times he went after Tim or Dick or Damian, I don't think he cared much about that, hah. Most of his choices at the time could be boiled down to "What would piss off Bruce the most, either directly or by proxy?"... and also, "What would get Bruce's attention the most?". Because that's what made it complicated, right. Jason wouldn't have gone to these extremes if he didn't care about Bruce.

As to things not making sense... you're not being stupid, I'm sorry to say that at least to me, it's impossible to reconcile all of Jason's actions within a coherent character. Just because he was written by different people in different continuities with very different goals (though maybe more accurately, by some writers lacking a goal, as in not really knowing what to do with him). This is true for most comic book characters, not just Jason; true consistency is a pipe dream when the history of a character spans decades. Keeping that in mind, my personal approach is forming an idea of the original core traits of a character (which is why I gave examples of what Winick himself said), and then filtering their subsequent portrayals through that. Some comics will be horribly OOC despite them technically being canon and you simply have to go the "I recognize that the Council has made a decision, but given that it's a stupid-ass decision I've elected to ignore it" route. Then there's, of course, your personal preferences; you can choose what is canon to you because you like it, and form your idea of a character around those instances-- though here I'd always warn to never stop being aware that it's your idea of the character. There is no absolute truth, and we're all playing in a sandbox. Other people will choose other instances of canon, or try to reconcile all of them somehow, and your ideas might not jive. That's perfectly fine.

That being said, while I do like Jason a lot, he isn't my full-time blorbo, so I'm sure other Jason scholars could respond to this much better than I did! If anyone wants to add more in-depth answers, please do.

[vampirevatican]

Nothing's new...

pairing - judd birch x fem!reader

genre/tags - angst, break-up, moving on, time lapse, reader is burn out gifted kid

summary - Judd was so caring yet drastically different from you. It wasn't like he didn't have life plans but it didn't align with yours, or outsiders would say. You put it off, did your best to ignore it. Though some nights you couldn't avoid it, so you reasoned that as long as you were together... in any form, way or sense of the word then you were happy. One thing, you forgot to factor in how he'd feel, the weight of what he meant and how he'd handle that. It'd be fine right? It had to be.

notes - 954 words. based on this idea. idk, i just think it's fun to analyze a character way past what's given on the screen. is it giving 'you were a wonderful experience.'/'you were... everything'? because i need it to. apologies to it being so fast paced and maybe half baked? i just rly wanted to finish this and my love for him went... poof

req. tags - @rosaprep

Driving back home something constantly nagged at you, Judd, or mainly your relationship with him. You've been together for a couple years, he's seen you through highschool and the first two years of college. He always kept you away from trouble but whenever things were safe he'd tell you all about his misdemeanors. He really wasn't a menace, but he was no saint either. Your boy wasn't the type to follow societal expectations and would rather bend those rules as much as possible instead of bending himself. He never understood why you did it, but understood that it just worked for you. So he cheered you on when you went off to college and he stayed back doing vocational school. By the time you were on your second year he already had a job. You were so proud and happy for him, but after a dinner date as celebration you thought about how your lives would ever intertwine.

You worked so hard making sure he always had a place somewhere in your life that at this point you couldn't loose him, and now you were wondering why that is. As you check your phone in your parents driveway, you check your phone.

emo boy 🖤: 'hey. nice you're back.'

you: 'nice to be back. did you want me over now or ltr.'

emo boy 🖤: 'as soon as you unpack.'

emo boy 🖤: 'please.'

It took most of junior year of high school to freshman year of college to get this proud bastard to say please and thank you but he did, even if it was just for you. Despite your smile, that nagging thought came back. 'Why do I need him so bad.' It felt like you knew the answer but it felt so wrong to admit it.

you: 'yes sir 🫡'

You tossed the phone into the passenger seat with your purse and put your hands in your face. You love Judd, you really do. There's so much more to him than just some form of rebellion or new and exciting thing, but you couldn't deny it anymore. 'He's the break in the chain.' Then you hop out and get everything settled before seeing your boyfriend again.

Something was up with her. As I held her close, chin resting on top of her head and I rubbed her back she just held me tighter. I figured it had to be school. I've seen her stress out before, just for her to pull it all together and make it. She'd make a B look like the end of the world when school started, and by the middle to end she was exhausted. I liked seeing her stop caring sometimes. Not because I'd want her to fail but she was way too hard on herself, so if she ever did seriously fall behind on something I'd help pick her back up. This was different though.

Judd never understood why you were with him. His self esteem wasn't complete shit but he had heard enough romcom bullshit plots from Leah that you two matched the good girl and bad boy trope. When he thought about it, she wasn't wrong. He knew that if he went to college then it'd be specifically to try and burn a hole in his parents pockets. They'd cheer him on, mainly Elliot, for whatever the hell he did so it didn't matter to him. Though, college was a very big thing for you. He remembered you lowering expectations and tossing out your own dreams to please your parents. You were so pissed that they wouldn't let you just run off to California, and you settled for defying them by picking a major you wanted. Two years in, you were doing what you loved but at what cost? Just to leave that university with a piece of paper that said you stuck out four years of stress?

He looks down at you while you tried to cuddle even closer to him and he smiled. 'It's like she wants us to melt into each other,' and that thought alone spurred on questions of why. Not like it wasn't nice or anything like that. Though the only time you did this was when there was a lot on your mind, usually doubts. "What's wrong." He didn't pull away, or force you to look at him, his voice was steady and even, as he looks at you, the person he cares so much for. Seeing a head shake he could feel it in his gut that it was something about their relationship, about him.

Whenever you got quiet it was enough to make him worry, to question how long you two would last. He knew that you loved him but in moments like this it made him wonder if you still did. As the break went on he saw you less, and if you ever picked up the phone it was like your voice was hiding something.

"Are you thinking about breaking up with me."

That was the sentence to end everything between you two. You tried to tell him no but it only lead to him asking why. He had already heard enough from his family and friends about how he's not good enough. That you two paired together didn't make any sense but somehow it worked. He just wanted to hear it from you.

It's been years since that break up, but ever since that day you haven't felt a thing. You haven't felt anything at it's peak positive because now everything was the same. Even seeing him again at a bar didn't feel the same. You were both cordial with each other, he still bought you drinks, laughed with you, but it was all bitter sweet now.

[splatfest3ever]

I wanna remind everyone that all of the fun lore and stories in the Splatoon franchise have never been explained or revealed through normal gameplay.

Splatoon 1’s story mode never really explains why Callie and Marie are Agents 1 and 2 outside of the fact captain cuttlefish is their grandpa. Beating the levels never explains why Octarians live underground. Defeating Octavio doesn’t explain what happened to humans. Or why Judd exists.

The gameplay of Octo Expansion doesn’t elaborate on what the deep sea metro is. Or even what/how sanitization even is or works. Or what octarian society is like. Or why your agent 8 is in a test tube.

Splatoon 3’s Salmon Run doesn’t elaborate on what or why you’re collecting eggs. Or why Big Runs happen. Or what the prophesy is.

You could play through each game and never find out the answers to any of these questions. And judging by the number of people who seem confused Splatoon has lore, it’s pretty clear that that’s the default state for the majority of players.

All of that lore and history is hidden in collectibles like the sunken scrolls, text chat logs, dev diaries, employee manuals, and other optional venues. And even then it’s often presented in cryptic ways or obscured with a severe lack of context. The closest Splatoon has ever gotten to explaining things in gameplay was at the end of Octo expansion, and even there it was an info-dump delivered so fast you needed a pause button to catch it all.

Because at the end of the day the story of Splatoon doesn’t really matter to the gameplay. You aren’t supposed to question how your character can hyper jump into space, you’re supposed to enjoy the spectacle of fighting a giant goo bear on a rocket while kick-ass music plays!

Whenever I see fans lamenting that Splatoon’s story had “so much potential” or “didn’t go dark enough” or “wasn’t utilized properly” I have to wonder why they’re here. Because while I, personally, enjoy piecing together the lore and story behind every little detail and coming up with theories, that’s NEVER been the purpose or focus of the Splatoon games. The story of Splatoon is intentionally designed to be vague so you can fill in the blanks yourself. It’s a puzzle that is your reward for paying attention to the subtle details.

I just think that some people who are overly critical tend to forget this? Or worse, seem to view this as some sort of oversight or flaw instead of intentional design.

At the end of the day, this is a game for kids. You’re supposed to be having FUN with it.

[she-walked-away]

Tag Game Tuesday Monday: 911 Lone Star Fandom Edition

It took me nearly a week to get to it, but thanks Anne @thisbuildinghasfeelings for tagging me!!!

When did you first start watching Lone Star? Who or what introduced you to the show?

Funnily enough, I was watching the Super Bowl in 2020 and was folding laundry when they showed a promo from Lone Star and it was the part where they were talking to the old lady and I heard "Sure ma'am but just so you know I'm a homosexual" and I looked up because that was VERY random for a commercial to say and I the rest of the scene aired and I thought it was one of the best things I've ever seen lmao.

I actually did not start watching the show until 1x08 when TK got shot and I was HOOKED. I remember having to miss the season 1 finale to go to the grocery and checking my twitter account to see if Tarlos got together in the end ajkdhafdas

Which season is your favorite?

Season 3!

I'll never forget the EXPERIENCE that Push was. I was on a whole rollercoaster of emotions and I remember watching the TK waking up and Grace giving birth montage live and when it went off, my husband sitting behind me and very quietly going "whoa." We were both SHOOK. And then the proposal happened in 3x18 and I slunk off my couch because I was dying happily.

I think my rank is 3, 4 bc of the wedding and SOULMATES!!!, 2, and then 1. I really did like season 2 but you can tell Tim kind of bum rushed the ending dalkhdf

Who is your favorite character? (Bonus: If you answered TK or Carlos, who is your favorite besides them?)

TK and Carlos will always be number one and I cannot pick a favorite between them. They're both so complex and interesting.

I think my second favorite has got to be Tommy. She always just *fit* in the show better than Michelle and I think she's hilarious and smart and her friendship with Grace and Judd are my favorites. Plus, I love how she and Owen play off each other.

Top five episodes. Go!

Push - nothing will ever top this I'm afraid

Bad Call

Saving Grace

Red vs Blue- LET THEM HAVE FUNNY QUIRKY EPISODES LIKE THIS BUT MORE CARLOS

In Sickness and Health

If you could pick any character to be given a "begins" episode, who would it be and what would that episode look like?

After season 4- I kind of NEED a Carlos one. I always want one and I think we learned a lot about him last season, but 4x18 opened a lot more questions about his childhood for me. Especially since he genuinely doesn't seem to remember a lot of the good times with his dad and it makes me curious if there is some underlying reason why other than just distance as he grew up.

But also NANCY. What is her backstory?? Her dad told her to start saving when she was little and she has thousands of dollars that she can lend out?? I want to know if there is more to it! And how did she get her start? Was she with the original 126 paramedic squad?

What is a scenario or storyline that you would like to see in season 5?

Obviously Gabriel's murder being solved and it would be great if Tarlos did it TOGETHER. And if one of them is in dangerous peril at the same time in front of the other- would not complain. I'm all for a "being threated and stalked" kind of storyline- I was thinking of along the lines of The Watcher by @ladytessa74 I want to be scared!! And to watch them be scared and IN LOVE AND A TEAM

I saw this earlier, but an episode from like B-shifts POV. You know that Owen and the firefam respond to the most INSANE calls, so I want to see what B shift and Captain Harper's POV is towards A shift. I think it would be hilarious.

Also- give me some silliness within the Catan Crew. Like maybe someone gets a little TOO into a game and then we have an episode of them all pranking each other or a little funny divide- similar to 4x16, but without them actually fighting.

What do you think is going on in this still?

It's Ghost face from Scream asking Carlos what his favorite scary movies are

:)

I think it's either about Gabriel's murder or them finding out that Robert is dead. Rob Lowe said we'd see part of that day so I wonder if we will see the aftermath since I don't think Robert necessarily died within a week after the wedding.

We all know about the elusive 5x05 spicy scene that has been teased, so what is your prediction for how it could possibly top 1x02?

I think it could DEF be some *spicy* shower sex. If TK get's injured in 504, Carlos should help make him feel all nice and healed in the SHOWER

Where was the Tarlos honeymoon in your mind?

I think somewhere in Texas like Galveston. It's not too far away, but I think it's far enough to where TK and Carlos would feel okay leaving both their parents for a short trip. I headcanon that they spent A LOT of money on a quick 8 week wedding *cries in timeline* and so they'd have to save up for a bigger and longer honeymoon.

Shoutout one of your favorite fan creations.

I HAVE SO MANY SO I AM SO SORRY IF I FORGET TO MENTION. It's hard to me to count my favorite stories beacuse I think this fandom has so many. I usually put them on my kindle when I'm traveling so I can reread on a long road trip and read in between the Pluto TV commercials during my long treadmill runs.

I just found my password for Ao3 that i created in 2015 (i was a fanfiction.net OG and live journal girly lol really dating myself) so I am currently making my way through reviewing @welcometololaland's ALTA and I have so many other ones to review as well! @strandnreyes, @reyesstrand, @paperstorm, @carlos-in-glasses, @ladytessa74, @rmd-writes , @goodways, @heartstringsduet , @liminalmemories21 , @lemonlyman-dotcom and literally so many more. I love going back and rereading fics on my work breaks now I'm back from leave and now that I have my password back, I plan on continuing that!!

I love gifsets by @guardian-angle22, @lutavero, @reasonandfaithinharmony, and more!

Also Anne's @thisbuildinghasfeelings cross-stitch!! Literally SO FREAKING COOL.

If I forgot you, I am so sorry. But if you write or make art or anything else in this fandom- just know that I am obsessed with everything you do :) I've just been silently stalking this fandom since like 2020

[dogtoling]

if there was one thing you could change gameplay or lore wise, what would it be and why?

this is such a big question i spent a day thinking about it, pondering which of my 100 issues with Splatoon i would prioritize. is there ANY issue disruptive enough to put it above the others which is consistently ruining my life? There's mostly just a dozen small annoying things which are relevant but not big enough to really warrant a full overhaul or removal. how could I EVER POSSIBLY choose?

The answer is obvious, I would get rid of Judd. He's a leftover from the concept when Splatoon was going to be all cartoon rabbits and that's exactly what he looks like. he has no business in the sea creature world. nowhere in Splatoon fits or needs a fucking sentient telepathically speaking cartoon cat that has an arrow tip for a tail and magically judges all of the 23849034324 turf wars and ranked matches going on at any given time. getting rid of judd would also get rid of Li'l Judd who is somehow almost even more pointless than Judd. and yes i would rather remove judd from existence than make mr.grizz not a bear but without Judd existing they might not have made Grizz a bear, or if they did then i would be extra annoyed about grizz being a bear, but it would be worth it. i can say for certain that Judd not existing would improve my opinion on the Splatoon world and increase my immersion tenfold. Goodbye you dumbass freaking cat who I continuously forget is even part of the game despite him literally being there every single match

[pocketmania]

umm, hi! first time anon here, and also first time requester, i've been reading a lot though, i fucking love blogs like this ❤

splatoon 🎨🔫hurt/comfort, sfw (but it can be suggestive...) acht (or any other idol, but my brain keeps swinging back to acht) x human! reader? i'm a sucker for existential comfort like that, (and it's so incredibly hard to settle on a character since all of them have a unique perspective or attitude one could use as a lens for that kind of thing, aughhhh 💥💥💥) everything loved and known to you is dead and forgotten, but something just as, if not more, worthy of that love and memory can be found in it's place i'm trying to write stuff in that vein myself and i don't see enough of it...

Aaa hi! Thank you for consulting me to write for you!

I'm gonna go with Acht on this one (again, this marks my 4th time writing about them) since they seem to be familiar with existential dread lol

I'm also sorry if this is bad or not what you wanted! As you can see, I'm not the best at writing lol (at least not without making it too long)

Now onto the thingy

‎‧₊˚✧[ Alternan Survivor ]✧˚₊‧

(��🔫🤬❤️‍🩹) - splatoon comfort

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"WHAT ARE YOU?!" You screeched, holding out your hand in case of an attack and backing into a corner, absolutely helpless.

Okay, time to back up. 'How did you get here?' You woke up from some sort of capsule in a dark, damp room. You managed to exit the room but were, unfortunately, met with an equally dark and damp corridor. All the doors, save one, were locked. You opened the door, closed it behind you, and began to rummage around, hoping that there was something to help you understand what was going on.

All there was was a bed, a DJ turntable, a minifridge, a desk with a laptop on a composing software, and some other stuff. You decided to check the desk first since it seemed the most useful. You were rummaging around in it, but you nothi-

Click.

You heard the door open and immediately snapped your head around to find who opened it. It was this.. green, octopus humanoid. Its tentacles were red and blue, but most of them were covered by its headphone-hat combo. It had mirror shades, knee-high boots, and a black tank-top dress. Its fingertips were also red.

You were mortified at the.. thing before you, and you screamed at the top of your lungs. You somehow tripped on your own feet, knocking a bunch of things off the desk on your way down. You scooted to a corner, your heart in your mouth.

The creature pulled up its shades, revealing yellow eyes. Yellow eyes that looked sad and tired. Yellow eyes that looked concerned. It held out its hands to show that it posed no threat to you, but you were still incredibly nervous.

And that's how you got to where you were now. The thing attempted to speak to you, but it was nothing but gibberish to your ears. You squinted, trying to make out any words that would make any sort of sense to you. It still didn't.

The octopus-humanoid realized that you couldn't understand it, so it went over to its laptop and began to type something out. It cautiously brought it over and crouched so you could see it better.

Some sort of article was pulled up, but, of course, you couldn't read the writing. However, a specific picture stuck out to you.

A photo. A photo of many human bones found underground. Next to a rocket.

Suddenly, everything made sense. The capsule, being underground, the creature standing before you.

Humans were dead.

Memories suddenly came flooding back to you; Alterna, Judd, the sentient Telephone. You put yourself into that capsule somewhere far away from Alterna as you didn't trust the younger scientists and their ambition. The rocket launch everyone had been talking about must have failed. You didn't know how long you had been asleep, but the article answered that for you.

Twelve thousand years. It was impossible. Well, it obviously wasn't since you were sitting there right now when you should've died twelve thousand years ago.

You looked (and felt) defeated. You held your head in your hands, and you began to sob violently. You couldn't understand anyone.. you didn't know where you were.. your entire kind.. ceased to exist..

The thing crouched beside you and rose a hand to pat your back. You found it oddly comforting, despite not knowing whatever was comforting you was. After about ten, maybe fifteen minutes, your sobbing slowed. You sat in disbelief.

The creature spoke to you again. You still didn't know what it was saying, but you could tell it felt bad for you. Then, it stood up and held out a hand. A hand for you to take, for you to rely on, for you to trust.

You hesitated. All of this was happening so fast in such little time. But.. the creature didn't seem to pose a threat. It helped you understand and even comforted you (to some extent).

You took its hand and stood up.

Everything was still over your head, especially the new life that had emerged while you were asleep. But you could trust that this.. person.. would help you. "Thank you," you said, sniffling and rubbing your eyes. They smiled.

They, at least, seemed to understand your thankfulness.

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[laneybishop89]

WIP Wednesday

Thank you for the tag @pimento-playing-hopscotch

I only write little Carlos right now, apparently, so have some more of him.

Carlos was sitting on the floor of the hotel room, quietly watching a show on his phone when a knock came at the door and he jumped. He turned to look at the door, not sure why anyone would be knocking on it, and assumed that whoever it was must’ve been at the wrong room. When another series of knocks came up, Carlos paused the video and pushed himself up, trying desperately to force himself out of headspace. He knew that he wasn’t supposed to be small and alone and that it could be disastrous if the wrong person found him as such, but he didn’t have much of a choice. His parents were on vacation and he didn’t have money to go to a center. Where else would he have gone?

“Carlos? Are you in there? It’s Judd Ryder.”

He knew that voice and that name. Carlos moved closer to the door and peeked through the peephole and sure enough the tall firefighter was standing on the other side. What was he even doing there?

“Mr. Judd?” He asked hesitantly.

“Hey,” Judd said, sighing in relief. He’d seen the kid’s car out front, so he had figured the boy was there and had been worried when he hadn’t answered. “Can you open the door, kiddo?”

“M not ‘posed to,” Carlos said hesitantly.

“Oh, why is that?”

“Not ‘lowed open outside doors when small,” Carlos said.

This was a rule that his parents had instilled in him when he was over at their house and it had transitioned to one outside of their home as well. Carlos didn’t open doors to go outside or for anyone who knocked when he was small. His mami often said that opening doors was not a job for little boys and his papi said that little boys who broke rules needed to be spanked and Carlos did not want to be spanked, thank you very much.

“That’s a great rule.” Judd said. “But I was hoping that we could talk, Carlos. You know me and I’m not a stranger, so that should be okay, right? Or is there someone with you that could open the door?”

Carlos frowned and shifted, one hand poised over the lock, but he drew it back quickly as if he had been burned. If he opened the door, he was going to be in a whole lot of trouble. For messing with locks, for opening the door, for being small without a grown up.

“Is okay, Mr. Judd,” Carlos said. “I’m ‘kay.”

“I really would like to see that for myself, Carlos. I promise you’re not going to be in any trouble,” Judd said. He had the feeling that the boy was alone on the other side of the door, but he had no idea for how long he had been or when someone else was going to be showing up to help him. Until that happened, though, Judd was absolutely not leaving.

No pressure tagging - I tag @anewkindofme, @the-flaming-nightmare and anyone else who wants to do it - open tag 🫶

[are-you-judd-enough]

An important reminder that so long as you are having fun you remain Judd Enough, regardless of your hit rate

[happilylovingchaos]

911 Lone Star Countdown - Disasters Week Questions

Hello and thank you for including me @lonestar-s5countdown! This is a little trickier for me to answer tbh. I think 9-1-1 might stand to have longer-lasting consequences from their natural disasters (no need to skip past tsunami wreckage recovery or months-long rebuilding of the highway collapse, those would make some meaty dramatic narrative arcs), but otherwise it so far edges out Lone Star when it comes to order of experience (like, which state got which disaster first).

1) My favorite disaster… okay, gonna have to divvy btwn the 9-1-1s for this!

The plane crash in 9-1-1 (OG) would probably be my underrated favorite in terms of narrative developments for Buck, Bobby and Abby.

Season 4’s heat wave was more glossed over for plot setup, but I didn’t mind this natural disaster precisely because it was a little smaller in scale and because the plot setups (even the Iris arc tho that definitely needed fine tuning in hindsight) hooked me in already. (I also didn’t mind Brianna and Caleb in this one b/c this time Caleb’s situation was not his own fault.)

2) Since they’ve already done tornadoes (though, there’s always a chance they’ll do those again), a volcanic eruption, wildfires and a winter storm, I would think the only disasters LS hasn’t gotten down yet are freeway collapses, floods (barring how the cast would look while soaking wet, don’t ignore areas like Galveston, writers! There’s WAY more to the state than farmland, Dallas, Austin and El Paso yk! Let’s just say before I digress I kinda wish the showrunners were able to film in actual Texas), a border skirmish (just out of genuine interest— not getting any more political and no Owen’s refugee rescue doesn’t count) or droughts/ water shortages (no, heat waves also don’t count). I also just realized that the domestic terrorist arc could have waited for a later season too! O’Brien and Owen had chaotic good vibes much akin to him and Billy Tyson (if the three of them worked together tho? The 126 should probably move their whole firefighter team out of Travis County b/c they ain’t gonna go through the second-hand pain again).

3) They had and lost me at meteor/ asteroid, so I’m not sure I’d say looking forward to it. It all depends on execution, I suppose? (Sorry for the question mark, I’m just baffled since that usually needs film-length amount of time— I’ve seen the film Deep Impact. Scientific nitpicks aside the investigations, action and future implications in that film were well-paced enough.)

4) My top 3? Judd b/c he’s a great all-around leader whenever shit hits the fan— honest (sometimes to a fault but I can kinda relate), strong integrity and conscientiousness, and so dad-like even before he became a dad. Mateo b/c he’d be like the underrated badass youngest brother of any group— speaking as an only child tho. Third… boy, I can’t break this tie. It’s a draw between Tommy (she’s very composed and professional even during the times she isn’t) and Paul (I’d like to learn memorization-observational skills from him, and he fits the “cool Zen mode” temperament a little better than Carlos, don’t @ me).

5) This is painful… okay I’m so sorry. I don’t think I can answer this one as of now.

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[strandnreyes]

🤹 this is such a good one!

🤹‍♀️ Give a hidden talent to all the main characters (or those of your choosing)!

Carlos - he learned to knit from his mom. the first birthday of TK’s that they were together, Carlos knitted him a hat. He was so nervous to give it to him but TK cried because no partner had ever put that much effort into a gift for him. TK dug it out during that first sign of snow while they were broken up

TK - movie quotes and faces. he’s been injured enough that’s he’s had to spend a decent amount of time recovering, which means movies. he’s the go to guy for answering why that actor’s face is familiar during firehouse movies, naming what movie that song was in during 126 hangs, and—to Carlos’ dismay—quoting them

Grace - Gaming. Maybe not so much a secret, but she absolutely did not need Judd’s help to know what a smurf ass bitch is

Judd - he has the uncanny ability to imitate almost any animal noise. It started from growing up on a ranch and hunting with his brothers, but now primarily gets used when reading books to Charlie

Marjan - based on how sentimental she was with keeping the 126 together, I think she scrapbooks. she has a handful of beautifully crafted books from different phases of her life

Paul - listen someone has to be the juggler and I vote Paul. he has the finesse and the patience. whenever he does it with rags at the firehouse, Mateo is amazed

Nancy - because of her cool kids comments, I feel like she did a stereotypical unpopular high school extracurricular. possibly band. she can absolutely rock a clarinet solo

Mateo - magic. like corny, card trick, rabbit in a hat magic

Tommy - I feel like she played volleyball in high school, maybe college. idk just a vibe. she definitely still has it and will end you in the bar sand league.

Owen - pickleball. he runs that 55+ league. worst sore winner there

[paperstorm]

wip wednesday

kicking this off because somebody has to! have a Firehouse preview

TK’s leg is bouncing.

His fists clench, folded together stiffly in his lap, and really, bouncing isn’t a strong enough word for what his left leg is currently up to. His whole body is vibrating in barely controlled fury.

Outside a siren blares, moving closer until it sounds like it’s right beside the building, and then there’s a decrescendo as it passes on. An ambulance or fire truck, probably, but it still has TK’s stomach clenching. Nausea rolls in as he wonders if Carlos was being honest about the lack of information he’s gathered so far. Even if it’s not much, it’s enough to have sent someone in undercover, and TK can’t particularly conceive of a scenario where that doesn’t end with all of them in jail.

He isn’t stupid. He’s always known that’s been a possibility. He breaks the law for a living, he’d have to be the dumbest man in the country to have thought all this time that getting caught someday was an impossibility. It just feels a whole lot more real now than it ever did.

Laughter floats in through the open window, faint in volume from the street below. 

I loved you, y’know, Carlos had said. 

There was a time, a lifetime ago, when those would have been the most beautiful words TK had ever heard spoken. Now, they might be the ugliest. The cruelest thing Carlos could have possibly said to him. The most hurtful lie; the swiftest, most brutal way to cut TK down at the knees when he was already compromised just by Carlos being here in the first place.

Making a snap – and definitely stupid – decision, with a growl TK pushes to his feet and stomps toward the door. He scoops his keys from the bowl. The door slams so hard behind him that the floor shakes with the force of it.

It’s a testament to how upset he is that his rage doesn’t cool in the nearly 45 minutes it takes him to arrive at the front door of Carlos’s apartment building. He’d had to drive to the club first, letting himself into Judd’s dark office with the key that he’d been made to swear up and down was only for emergencies, so that he could find the address. It isn’t very far away from where TK lives himself, because of course it isn’t. That feels very consistent with the caliber of TK’s luck, lately.

His hand shakes as he presses his middle finger into the button beside the unit number. TK bounds agitatedly on his feet, feeling warm inside, and presses it again when there’s no answer right away. And again, and again. He jams his finger into it with enough force to hurt and then just leans on it so whatever noise it’s making on the other end will be unending.

“Hello?” a voice finally replies over a crackly speaker. It’s thick and confused. Carlos had been asleep.

“It’s Tyler,” TK says. “Let me up.”

“TK? The sun isn’t even up, what are you doing here?”

“Let me up,” TK repeats, louder. “Now, or I start waking the neighbors.”

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[mikibwrites]

WIP Thursday 🙃🙃🙃🙃 bc I love all y'all and @chaotictarlos replied to my post in two seconds so maybe there's some interest?? lol

They met and fell into bed together nearly every chance they got over the next two years. When it came time that Owen decided he could better serve the community by teaming up with Judd to increase the knowledge base hunters worked with, and when Iris’ sister Michelle came back from England and convinced Iris she wanted in, well. It made sense for Carlos to bid Iris a tearful–not permanent, they promised–goodbye and he and TK packed their combined arsenals into Carlos’ flashy Camaro–

“So fucking impractical, oh my god! It’s tiny, it doesn’t hold nearly enough in the trunk, and it’s distinctive as hell! How in the fuck do you manage to keep a low profile with this thing? The cops are bound to know you!”

“It’s fast,” was Carlos’ smug answer.

–and headed out on their own.

EDIT i can't believe i forgot to actually TAG people omfg: @carlos-in-glasses @alrightbuckaroo @lightningboltreader @bonheur-cafe @rachelsversion1 @lemonlyman-dotcom @sanjuwrites @chaotictarlos @paperstorm @welcometololaland @herefortarlos and anyone else who hasn't shared yet even tho it was yesterday LOL