#bruh I can't wait to be at their show again

[grandtheftaristotle]

I

I literally forgot about time zones

The show will be starting right as I'm supposed to be going to bed 😭

[cherryredstars]

hii i hope ur weeks been going okay!! ❣️

now hear me out

buff female reader…. as actor miguels bodyguard… ☹️ its a need

no specific scenario for it really but a pool perhaps… although idrk when an actor and a bodyguard would need to be in the same pool but erm we can maybe just use our imaginations on this one 🙏 but like again no specific scenario tbh i’ll take anything

i NEED!!!! miguel and buff female ready bruh im actually tweaking thank yew… need him to admire the muscles🤫🤫🤫

uhhh have a sweet day!!! 👐

Pairing: actor!Miguel O'Hara x fem!reader

Warnings: SFW, Reader has prominent muscles, Swimsuits

A/N: Hello, love! I hope you're having an amazing day!

Unedited

Miguel has always preferred to really prepare for his roles.

It's something you've admired about him since you've started working for him. No matter what the role is, he does his research. You've seen the man spend hours studying dinosaurs and going to museums because he once had a role where his character was an archaeologist. He is completely dedicated to his craft, and he always brings an authentic experience to the screen.

For his newest role, he's starring in a film about an inspirational story of a want-to-be Olympic swimmer who had their journey postponed due to an accident that had them unable to swim for a year. He had come to you, mentioning offhandedly that he'll have to hire a swim coach soon to learn professional swimming techniques to elevate his performance. You had nodded, until you remembered your years spent in college and university doing swim.

"I can teach you." You had said, shrugging and telling him of our experience when he had questioned it. Almost instantly, he had agreed.

So now, you stand in his outdoor pool, waiting for him to exit the house. You've already adapted to the temperature of the water, not that there was much to adapt to with the water heater he has. You sigh to yourself as the sun beads down on you, overly aware of how tight the swimsuit you have on clings to your body despite the water softening it. The one piece was sitting in the back of your closet, the same one you would wear to practices when you were still in university. With the new muscle mass, the material stretches and clings to every indent of your body.

Miguel comes out eventually, wearing swim trunks. You can't help but oogle at him, seeing the toned planes of his chest and stomach. If he catches you staring, he doesn't say anything. Maybe that's because he's too busy staring at you too. His eyes scan the navy blue material of your swimsuit, following it down to where it gets distorted by the water. He clears his throat awkwardly, apologizing for taking so long as he climbs into the water.

You start off simple, showing him the basic strokes. You can feel his eyes burning into you as you swim quickly to the other side of the pool, eyes trained on the fluid movements of your muscles as they slice through the water. He finds himself distracted each time he tells himself to pay attention, eyes wandering from their focus on the basic movement to your muscles. Your arms and legs are powerful as they carry you through the water, the muscles on your back flexing and rippling. He wouldn't be surprised if he was salivating.

When you look back to him from the other side of the pool, you yell at him to try out the movements himself. He blames the burning in his cheeks on the sun as he tries his best to mimic your fluid movements, mind trying to piece together what you were doing. It's clumsy, and he breaks form a handful of times as he tries to swim over to you. You take mental note of what needs to be fixed, encouraging yet strict as you explain his mistakes to him.

By the end of the session, Miguel's bones feel like jelly and he can feel an aching in his muscles from fighting against the water. His eyes stray to you as the two of you dry off with towels, and he curses under his breath as he watches water drip from your skin and sees the way your arms flex trying to reach the water sitting on your upper back.

He doesn't know how long he'll survive this.

I spent 3 minutes watching some random guy swim on YouTube to write this LOL.

[runningfrom2am]

cold nights // part fourteen

summary: you showed him colours he knows he can't see with anyone else.

pairing: coriolanus snow x fem!reader

wc: 3.1k

masterlists / nav / requests

tags/warnings: tribute!reader and mentor!coriolanus, r is very sweet (too kind for this world. literally.), sunshine x grumpy trope kinda, he falls first, violence typical for the source material, r is very smart (as she should), district twelve!reader.

a/n: finally reunited ahh!! (also a note from me while i'm trying to find pics for the header: damn this dude does not look happy very often huh) (okay so update we're settling for a flashback photo bc coryo in his curls era does not SMILE bruh)

my asks are also open to talk about this series! (i do have emoji anons open now too!)

send me any and all of your thoughts! here!

series masterlist // playlist

"Just right here." Lucy Gray stops on the gravel road, nodding up to the house in front of them.

"Okay, sweet." Sejanus smiles, already heading for the front porch but she grabs his arm, stopping him as Coryo just stares at the house, going slightly pale.

"Sejanus, how about you and I go figure out where you guys will stay, and come back for Coriolanus in a bit?" She offers, nodding toward him.

"Oh- uh, yes. Yeah. Good idea." He agrees, picking up quickly on what she meant. Coryo still hasn't said a word, just staring at the run-down shack that apparently was your home. It was clear that efforts were made to maintain the home, the fence had been patched in several places and there were flower beds outside. From what he knew about your family, that would make sense.

"Coriolanus?" Lucy Gray draws his attention again. "We're going to go find you a place to stay, and we'll come back for you in a bit. Does that sound okay?"

"Yeah that's... that's perfect. Thank you." He nods, in a trance-like state as he makes his way up to the door through some only slightly overgrown grass, before he has the chance to second-guess himself.

"He didn't even listen, did he?" Lucy Gray says, both of them watching him from the street.

"Not at all, no."

He can hear the two of them chatting as they disappear back down the road, and he looks for a doorbell that doesn't seem to be there, just settling for a knock instead. He waits a few moments after knocking on the wood, about to do it again when he hears a woman's voice come from inside. "One moment, I'll be right there!"

"I got it, Ma!" Comes from right behind the door as footsteps approach and it's swung open, a young boy standing there. "Hi." He says, eyeing Coryo up and down. It must be your brother.

"Uh, hi." He clears his throat. "Is Y/N here?"

"No, not right now." The boy answers. "Can I take a message for her?"

"Oh, well, my name is Coriolanus Snow, and-"

"Hold on! I'm coming!" The woman's voice comes again, much more excited as she rounds the corner from the hall, brushing her hands off on her apron. "You're Coriolanus?" She asks, a polite but delighted grin on her face as she gets closer.

"Yes, Ma'am." He nods in confirmation, a smile growing on his face. You look so much like your mother.

"Oh my goodness, come in, please! I didn't recognize you!" She gently moves her son out of the way, who is still staring at him with something unwelcoming behind his eyes. As soon as Coryo steps into the home, she's wrapping her arms around him in a hug. "Wow, it is so lovely to meet you! You came a very long way!"

"I did." He chuckles, hugging her back with as much politeness as he can muster behind shaking hands and a pale face.

"Come sit, Y/N will be home within the hour. She'll be just thrilled to see you." She pulls away, gesturing for him to follow her into the living area. "Are you hungry? You must be starving. Let me grab you something."  Your mother says, mostly to herself as he sits down on the couch.

"That would be great, thank you." He smiles, still nervous as he tries to adjust his posture on the slightly uncomfortable sofa, looking around. In reality, he hadn't been "starving" for some time now. It felt good to have a consistently filled fridge all the time, but he has hardly eaten since they left the Capitol. He was too nervous to even think about it.

"Why did you come here?" Your brother asks, making Coryo look away from the family photos that adorned the walls. Most of the frames were broken, photos blurry, but he could tell that to your family that didn't matter.

"I hadn't heard from her. I wanted to make sure she was doing okay." Coryo answers, stiffened by your brother's somewhat hostile energy and the thought of getting to see you so soon. Had you told him something you didn't tell your mother? Probably that he killed that boy, but it seemed unlike you to leave out the part where he had no choice. Unless Tigris was wrong.

Unless you still didn't see it that way.

Your brother hums, sitting in the chair across from the couch and leaning his elbows on his knees. To Coryo, this felt like an interrogation. Coming from a teenager, it was almost cute.

"Lennox, Honey, can you come help me for just a moment?" His mother calls him from the kitchen and he's shooting up again, glaring at Coryo as he walks away. He was confused, today alone he's gotten so many mixed signals on your feelings.

You stuck out the day at work, even though while you were reshelving returns you had to rush to the bathroom in the back to vomit after reading the back cover of an old book about a man who hunted humans. You were hoping by now this would happen less and less, but leaving the house had only made it worse. Getting a job was a mistake and you knew that, but your family was hardly scraping by before you were torn from your life- but neither of your parents could work the whole time you were gone. They were sick about it. Your mom still couldn't work, and you knew your father rarely ever slept these days.

You tried to hand over the winnings Coryo's Dean had given you as soon as you got home, holding it out to your parents with trembling hands as they opened the locked door for you. They wanted none of it. Not a dollar from your three thousand, which you had spent time counting and recounting on the train. They only wanted you home. You had hoped it would give you something else to talk about- that you could smile and be proud that you won and that now your family could live comfortably, at least for a little while. The idea almost made it worth it. As you counted your prize under the dim lighting in the train car, you had wondered if you would do it again for them. The money didn't make saying hello again any easier, though, and you cried for what must have been hours on the porch of your family home, the four of you tangled together in a hug bound together by tears.

It was hard to let go, but when they had, finally, your mother shoved the money back into your pocket and told you to save it. One day, you could buy your own home with it, and that wasn't a bad idea.

All you could do for them now that your money sat in a jar in your closet, the best you could do, was convince them you were fine enough for you all to move on and forget about it. The additional income of getting your own job helped, too. So, when your boss tried to send you home, you declined, and five o'clock couldn't have come fast enough.

You drink water out of an old jam jar on the way home, washing the taste of bile out of the back of your mouth. The fresh air made a world of difference. As much as you adored the smell of books, it got stuffy in there, especially in the summers. Even with the sun beating down on your shoulders over your button-up shirt, you felt better just making the walk home every day. The breeze blowing through the trees, the familiar paths beneath your feet, it was one of the very few things that could ground you in the reality that now, you were safe. That, and the meadow behind your house at night time. Reading under lantern light with the stars overhead and your family at your side, you never felt more real. It was truly over.

That's what you would do tonight, you decided, after a long nap following an unfortunate day. At the end of every unfortunate day, you still had that, and that meant the world to you.

"Oh! Here's Tybalt." Your mom smiles, now comfortable on the couch next to Coriolanus as the cat saunters into the living room, jumping up into the space between them. "This is Y/N's cat, she calls him Tybs." She explains, tears forming in her eyes as the cat crawls onto her lap and she quickly blinks them away, but he had already noticed by then.

"She told me about him." Coryo says, placing his now empty tea cup on the coffee table in front of them.

"Of course..." She chuckles sadly. "He took real good care of us while she was away. On particularly... hard nights," She clears her throat. "He would come out into the living room with her father and I and sit with us, he can purr like no ones business, you know, and then after a while, he would run over to our room there and meow at us. Made sure we got to bed. Then curl up with us and just made sure we knew that.... she was still with us."

A tear falls as she speaks and she laughs nervously, quickly brushing it away. "Gosh, I am so sorry..." She quickly dismisses it. "We have company and I'm crying like a little girl. Forgive me..."

"No, it's quite alright." Coryo insists, shaking his head. Of course, he was worried about you in the arena and every night up until then, but he never entertained the idea of what it was like for your family even though he knew about them. That under the same sky, they were sitting here in this very home praying that you might return. Now, he could see it, and you were the lucky one who made it home. He hoped he wouldn't have to see Jessup's family while he was here. "It must have been awful for you."

"Indeed." She nods, wiping her cheek again. "But, you know, it means so much to us that she had someone there to look after her." She smiles at him. It's genuine. Sad, but full of gratitude. He would no longer wonder where you got that habit from. "I decided I wouldn't be watching anything, but her father insisted. He was out at a bar in town, the only one with televisions, then came rushing back in the door twenty minutes later and dragged us back there with him to watch. I didn't want to go but he said 'No, you need to see this. She's not alone. She has a friend.' So down we went, and they were playing reruns of the two of you being dropped into that cage. I just... She looked so comfortable with you. The way you looked at her we could see you cared, that she was human to you, and that you were there to help. I remember thinking for the first time that maybe she had a chance." She's accepted her tears now, reaching over from petting Tybalt to grasp the young man's hands in her own as she spoke.

Your brother scoffs as Coryo lets her hold onto his hands, a small smile forming on his face that's quickly torn away by Lennox's reaction. "Yeah, and then that other boy had to be the one to bring her something to eat after days."

"Hey!" Your mother gasps. "Lennox, get-" She prompts him to leave if he isn't going to be nice.

He rolls his eyes, getting up to leave.

"I didn't have anything to bring her besides a flower." Coryo finds himself stating, shocking even himself at the confession which halts your brother in his steps. He had never told anyone about the poverty he faced at home, but with them, he felt safe to. Something about knowing you assured him that they were not judgemental people. He clears his throat before explaining. "My family lost everything after the war. When I first met her, I also hadn't eaten in days. I gave her everything I could."

Lennox hums before leaving, either not convinced or embarrassed that he'd even made such a comment. Coryo couldn't tell.

"Coriolanus... I am so sorry." Your mother is quick to apologize, and he's embarrassed by the look of pity in her eyes. Pity from a woman who had, for almost a month, believed she had lost her child, and was still struggling with it today. He felt nothing but guilt.

"Well, I must tell you, your daughter saved us from that." He tries to lift her spirits as a confused expression paints itself into her features, but he doesn't get the chance to elaborate as they both turn at the sound of the front door opening.

"Ma!" You call out, closing the door behind you and kicking off your shoes, preparing your smile to tell her about the absolutely great day you just had.

Your mother stands quickly, patting the boys thigh gently and wipes her eyes. "Hi, Honey, how was your day?" She asks, smiling at him through red eyes.

"Come what come may, time and the hour runs through the roughest day." Your groaned response comes slightly muffled from the other room, and Coryo can hear you shuffling about.

"Oh, no. What happened?" Immediately your mother's tone shifts to worry, and Coryo wonders how it took her less than a second to understand.

"Nothing, Ma. All is fine." You call back, putting your bag down in the kitchen, and heading for the living room, gluing a smile back on. "Guess what I saw on the walk home! A ladybug, it landed right on my-" You freeze as you walk into the entryway, seeing your mother and your previous mentor just standing up next to her.

"Oh, I should have mentioned, we have company." Your mother smiles, already gathering the used dishes from the coffee table, and brushing past you to bring them into the kitchen. Likely, to give you two a chance to talk.

When Coryo lays his eyes on you for the first time again, he can swear his heart stops. Yours definitely does as nausea comes over you in a wave again, and your calculated smile drops.

You don't say anything, just staring with an expression unreadable to him. "Y/N, hi." He breathes, smiling at you. You look beautiful but tired, still. Still, that girl he watched in the arena, it was hard to believe that every part of you made it out. You weren't the same girl he saw for the first time in the reaping- you were more. More of you, and more of something else; hurt, if he had to guess.

"It's good to see you." He continues, his voice a gentle whisper that cuts through the awkward tension in the room. Your heart races, emotions swirling like a tempest within you. Coriolanus Snow, your mentor and friend who had guided you through your time in that Capitol and the games, is standing in your living room, looking both apologetic and hopeful.

"Coryo," You manage to say, voice barely above a whisper as you swallow the sickness rising in your throat. The memories flood back- everything awful you had gone through. Meeting him for the first time as he handed you a flower, sitting on opposite sides of the bars of your cage and talking long into the nights. Everything you had done, everything he had given you, the people you both hurt in the process. He takes a step closer, cautiously navigating the fragile space between you.

"I... What are you doing here?" You ask quietly, your eyes unable to meet his gaze. The room feels smaller, the walls closing in on you quickly.

He clears his throat, a nervous habit you remember well. "I wanted to see you," he says, his eyes pleading for understanding. "I didn't know what you were up to and how you were adjusting and... I was worried about you."

The weight of unspoken words lingers between you, and for a moment, neither of you knows how to bridge the gap that only a month of time has built. You had been away from him longer than you had known him, and facing him again, you were embarrassed. Scared. Coryo takes a deep breath, summoning the courage to express the weight of what he's carried in his mind for too long.

"I never stopped thinking about you," He confesses, sincerity etched across his face. "I tried sending letters but I didn't get any response."

The vulnerability in his eyes mirrors your own, and the air crackles with a shared sense of everything you want to say but just can't find the words. You can't help it as you feel over and over again the countless hours spent together in the lead-up to the worst days of your life.

Tentatively, he reaches for your hand, a silent plea for connection. As your fingers take his, warmth floods through you, dissolving the distance. "I missed you," he admits, his voice barely audible.

A rush of conflicting emotions surges within you- that same embarrassment, anger, hurt, but also a flicker of the fondness that never truly faded. "I missed you too," You admit, your voice breaking through the emotional dam, built up from fear and trauma and the stacks of books in your bedroom that held it back all this time.

With those words, the barriers crumble, and the room is filled with a pitiful silence. The weight of what you had both done begins to lift, replaced with the realization that he did honestly care for you, the way you did for him. As you look into each other's eyes, the connection is undeniable, evidence of a bond that time could never change. You would always be connected to him.

"Do you remember when I brought you that blanket?" He asks and you take in a sharp breath. The few pleasant memories you had of your time together were so often overthrown by the awful ones, these days. His eyes flicker quickly across your face. He looks as scared as you feel. "And I said I wish I could get to know you as you are, not as a tribute, and you said you would show me the stars."

A small smile tugs at the corners of your lips as you nod, the nausea you felt steadily subsiding. "So you walk softly and look sweetly and say nothing. I am yours for the walk and especially when I walk away."

Coryo tilts his head at you, and smiles. That must have been a yes. "Please, don't walk away again." He whispers, and in that moment, he feels the tightness in his chest that carried him through the last month finally release.

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[raya-rhaenyra-ahsoka]

My thoughts on Ep. 4 - I Plunge to My Death, A rant

First off, Sally and baby Percy scene was so cute. I swear to god, no one will ever top Sally Jackson for being the best mortal parent in the series.

That Percabeth bonding scene in the train. Bruh, I cannot wait for the Kindness International truck and Waterland scenes.

Annabeth opening up about her Dad and Percy utterly shocked that not all mortal parents are like his Mom.

Frederick’s college ring on Annabeth’s necklace. To non book-readers, yes, that's her Dad's name.

Annabeth having to earn Thalia’s respect.

Luke caring for Annabeth right away just makes it more gut-wrenching and heart-breaking with what he’s about to do. (SPOILER ALERT) “Family, Luke. You promised.”

Grover being super grouchy when he doesn’t get enough sleep. And as someone in their twenties, I totally could relate to him.

This convo:

Percy : Can I ask a dumb question?

Annabeth: It's like you need me to make fun of you.

That's it, that's their relationship.

Mentioning the god of the wild, Pan, and that there are searchers for him.

How that convo basically went:

Train Cop: I don’t think you wanna take that tone with me, little girl.

Annabeth: EXFUCKINGCUSE ME?

Grover: Annabeth, no-!

Echidna calling the cops on 3 minors, just screams typical Karen behavior.

The St. Louis Arch being an actual temple of Athena is a nice change from Annabeth just wanting to go sightseeing.

This convo:

Percy: You've done more for me in the past few days than my father has done in my entire life. If I had to stick with someone, I-

Annabeth: Careful, I think you were about to call me a friend.

Percy: *stumbles because of the poison from the stinger*

Annabeth: *catches him*

Again, that’s their relationship.

Annabeth and Grover splashing water at Percy at a fountain when there’s a big-ass river nearby. Idk, but I find that funny.

Athena letting Echidna and the Chimera into the Arch because it wounded her pride? OH, HELL NO!

Athena’s Logic: Punish her devotee because someone close to them did something that wounded her pride. Medusa=Poseidon; Annabeth=Percy. She didn’t even gave a f*ck that the devotee in question is her own daughter. WTF, ATHENA!

I always thought Zeus has the crown for being the deadbeat absent godly parent, but Athena is slowly giving him a run for his money.

Annabeth deciding to sacrifice herself so Percy and Grover can continue the quest. WTF!

Percy tricking Annabeth into taking the final stand himself. Dude, your fatal flaw is showing.

Annabeth having to deal with a forbidden child sacrificing themselves for her safety AGAIN (With Thalia, and now Percy). Girl must be traumatized.

Grover having to go through it again as well.

The Chimera being terrifying than how non clear-sighted mortals see it.

Poseidon “always been here/so hard for me to stand back” Daddy to the rescue.

This:

Percy: *gets stuck underwater*

Nereid: It’s okay. You father sent me-

Percy: Oh, hell no! *tries to swim harder*

Percy only now realizing he can breath underwater. Like, of course, he can. He's Poseidon's kid.

We're only in Episode 4 and it's already so good. Can't wait for the episode 5.

[moldybonessmell]

// TUA season 4 SPOILERS

This season was absolutely horrendous, not gonna lie.

My scientific diagram regarding something that used to be my favorite show:

There's absolutely nothing I like about new season.

Now, more specifically, things I hate:

Klaus being traumatized for no reason and having no character development for 2 seasons straight (see rant).

Ben preaching eternal love and hooking up with a girl he met like a day ago while people around puke venom cum😃.

Right away, adding the "comedic gore" which is a sin for so many recent shows and TUA went the same annoying and overplayed route. Bloody scenes were cool when it was Five killing people with an iconic background music and stuff, but not the gore for the gore's sake.

By the way, music game is so weak this season, they literally took out the best part of the show that has become its trademark, what are creators doing???

Storyline with Diego thinking Lila is cheating and them being drowned in family life would have worked if it was in a different show, but it's TUA and it's boring as hell, sorry. (Maybe dont get like 3 kids if it's so difficult??? idk man)

Luther is stripper? Seriously? Completely unprovoked. Made for comedic sake once again, and I don't respect that. They didn't know what to do with his character and made him into comic relief, how unexpected /sarcasm.

Tension between Lila and Five, really? You took the best platonic dinamic, them actually being sibling-coded, and made it into romance? I have zero respect left. I do not care it was 6 years for them, I truly don't give a fuck. I cringed so hard. I just wanted to turn it off completely. Episode 5 is VILE, especially RIGHT AFTER Diego recognising family is more important than work. These scenes being one after other is diabolical. Also, Five hiding "the way home" for 5 months?? OOC as hell, if you ask me. You know what even more OOC and dumb? Five fighting Diego over Lila when The Cleanse is the bigger problem at the moment. (How did Five even end up on the floor, he's like the best killer in timeline??)

" - Why did I wait to take the shot.. - Maybe because you're a good man after all." No the fuck he's not. Reginald Hargreaves is not a good man. In neither timelines. The way the show tries to make him a gray character and make us like him is cringe as hell, just stop.

When I found out last season is only 6 episodes long I was upset, but at the time I finished episode 4 I just couldn't wait till the season is over.

(I had to finish it tho, for a slight possibility it's gonna get better and my rant posts to be relevant you know).

Honestly, I'm just glad it's over. The less seasons the less possibilities for the show to get even worse.

"I think we're alone now" as a closing song was a good choice tho.

Edit: I haven't checked the tags before posting and can't believe like 20 people have already used the horse meme before me guess we all thought the same bruh

[lookismaddict]

Lookism Chapter 426 Memes/Thoughts I Have:

(I don’t own any of the Lookism panels and the translations. Only the memes that I made.)

This little interaction between Gun and Daniel gave me father and son vibes.

I’m so proud of these two. They’ve really come a long way, and I’m glad that they got stronger through hard work and determination, showing that talent isn’t everything unlike Daniel. Even Gun acknowledged them for their growth.

When Daniel asked Gun if he was helping, he said no. But Gun literally pulled up to the after-party just to beat up his own children. I thought that was Daniel’s job? 😭

Also…

Anything for you sexy demon man. 🛐🛐🛐

Let the fight begin…

HE AIN’T HOT HERE NO MORE, BUT GUN ON DEMON MODE. DEMON GUN. Omg I love his terrifying facial expressions though. They’re so disturbing. 😩 (As a big horror fan, I acknowledge PTJ’s artwork of Gun’s terrifying face. Thank you PTJ. 🙏🏽)

This is what Workers and Hostel had to go through.

FINAL BOSS LEVEL. 💯

When Workers and Hostel were getting bodied by Gun:

Literally, if this became such a huge commotion, Gun would’ve ended up in the news by now:

And after all of that, he still giving me…

💅🏽✨ 𝓫𝓪𝓭 𝓫𝓲𝓽𝓬𝓱 𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓻𝓰𝔂 ✨ 💅🏽

Same energy:

Bruh, I found this scene cold af when Kenta was fighting with Gun. 🥶

But Kenta really spent all his life just to get back at Gun for killing his father, only to get beaten up.

BROOOO RYUHEI!!! ASGDFHDSKFHFGKDS HE'S GOING TO FIGHT GUN.

IT'S ABOUT TO GO DOWN IN THE NEXT CHAPTER!!! AHHHHH I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE HOW RYUHEI VS. GUN GOES.

Ryuhei looking hella fine here. 👁👄👁

And omg. After reading this chapter, I wondered... what happened to Samuel Seo? Is he good? 😭

This is what I think of how Samuel is doing rn:

But overall, Gun was the main character in this chapter and he slayed (literally). 😗 I can't wait to see the fight between Ryuhei and Gun though, that's going to be really interesting.

Also, ik this is unrelated to Lookism Chapter 426 but, I'm glad to see Lookism at its peak again. Now that the anime is being shown on Netflix, and the current Lookism chapters are starting to get really interesting, the Lookism community will be even more active. 😁

[jellybeanium124]

TUA 4x06 reaction

to be completely honest, keeping track of who is on what side this season has been difficult. like. idk the commission was so much more, like, upfront. somehow. kinda.

like the keepers are a massive underground group

the entire season everyone is fatshaming diego for having a straight up not-even-visible tummy. then his shirt comes off and he has a six pack. bruh

is five seriously not happy to see his family again? is he actually moping about lila no longer having him as the most important thing in her life?? this is a dude who has always been motivated by his family. and now lila's more happy to see them than he is!! wtf

"I need to borrow a tire iron and a sharpie." LMAO who tf are you?? macgyver??

jesus the two of them are disgusting

dang this really is the angriest five's ever been. I don't like it :(

LUTHER INFODUMPING ABOUT CARS WHILE BEING SHOT AT LMAOOO

"come get these legs and eggs, baby!! woo!!!" luther your character arc thru the show has just been phenomenal. change my mind

last fucking episode they decide to tell us lila DID get her mimic powers back???? stellar writing guys

five's actually fucking leaving??

honestly. it's the character assassination here that kills me. five would not fucking do that. he would not keep on fucking doing that

like actually what the fuck is happening. what happened between reg and abigail

w... ho... hold on... wa... wh... wait

fives

what in tarnation

at least five is a brisket guy tho. my man!

I really am just like klaus for real. "am I the only one who is very, very, very confused?"

this show canNOT possibly end with none of them existing

can't viktor just remove their marigold

also allison can bend reality??

I think we're alone now callback you can't do this to me

WERE THOSE THE FUCKING SWEDES??

HAZEL AND AGNES?? NO YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME YOU CAN'T MAKE ME HAVE AN EMOTION

THE HANDLER IN NORMAL CLOTHES IS FUCKING CURSED

well

finished

[prettypinkporkchop]

Leah X Fem reader where the reader did IVF and is now pregnant and Leah gets overprotective

The cold and wet goo being rubbed around your stomach is giving you chills. The black and white screen shows a small circle. Leah squeezes your hand and bends down to kiss your cheek.

"Baby Clearwater is perfect! One month down!" The woman looks at you with a smile. "I can't wait to tell our family." Leah whispers to you.

--------

Leah has not been on patrol with the Black Pack in a hot while. Only Jacob knows the secret. He has been super sweet to you and Leah and letting her stay with you.

"Emily texted, baby. There's a bonfire. Want to go? We can tell the big news!" Leah sits on the couch next to you, looking at her phone with a smile. "Yeah! That's fine!"

You guys pull up to the crib and the whole pack is there. "Leah! Y/n! How's my favorite lesbo couple?" Paul exclaims while pulling both of you into a hug.

Paul likes to play rough, so he usually squeezes you a bit tight. Leah knows this, instantly pushing him backward. "Hang on there." She grumbles to him. He makes a confused face. "I can't hug her?" He chuckles. "Not too tight." Leah glares at him. He holds his hands up in defense. "Okay, buckaroo." Then, he gives you a side hug. You hug him back and glance at Leah, winking at her. Her protectiveness is so sweet.

Paul runs away to the group. Leah grabs your hand and leads you to the fire. "Sup?" Leah calls out to everyone.

Everyone exchanges hugs to you, and Leah stands back, observing carefully. You see Jake grabbing her shoulder and smirking. "Why so serious?" He jokes. She rolls her eyes and pushes him off. Leah places her hand on your waist and then guides you to the log. You sit next to Seth. "Hey, my favorite sister." He jokes. You shake your head and laugh, "C'mon, Seth. Be nice to Leah."

"Nah. She knows I love her."

Renesmee stops in front of you. She kneels down and smiles at you. "Y/n, she already can hear you speak." She touches your stomach. You gasp and gently grab her wrist, "Not now, Nessie. We haven't told anyone." You whisper.

Seth watches everything go down. You turn to his wide-eyed face and place your finger on your lips. He nods and looks around.

Big arms wrap around behind Leah. You look up to see Embry. "Leah Clearwater! You are more smily than usual!" He let's her go and steps behind you, about to grab you into a hug. Leah grabs his arm, standing up and turning around. "Hey, not too tight. You wolves play too hard." She says sternly. "Uh, we always do? What's wrong with you, missy?" Embry jerks his arm away. You grab Leah's hand and pull her back down. "Sorry, Embry. We will tell everyone in a bit." He wiggles his way in between you two and sits down. "No, tell me now." He laughs. "You're such a child!" Leah laughs. You're squashed against Seth. "Damn, Embry. Chill." Seth rolls his eyes.

"Kids! No fighting!" Sam points to Embry and then Seth with a playful look. "Not my alpha anymore, chief!" Seth laughs. "Burn!" Embry calls out.

After the old men tell their stories and lots of joking around, Leah puts her hand on your knee. "Ready?" She smiles. You smile back and nod.

"Family! We have an announcement to make!" Everyone looks at her with excitement. "Me and y/n are having a baby. She is one month pregnant."

Everyone cheers loudly, screaming. Jared makes a confused face randomly. "Bruh, how you do that, though? There's no pe-" Kim slaps his knee and points at the new babies of the pack. He puts his lips in a thin line.

"IVF." Leah chuckles. Everyone cheers again.

It's time to go. Everyone is saying goodbye. You walk out of Emily's house, stepping down the steps to get to the truck. Quil runs down the steps and accidently trips you. "FUCK!" Quil yells. Leah's reflexes were godlike. She instantly grabs your arm, pulling you into her and glaring at Quil. "Really?" She yells at him. "I'm so damn sorry, y/n." Quil softly grabs your arm. "It's okay, Quil." You smile at him.

You two go home. "I'm gonna take a shower, baby." You peck Leah's lips. She pulls you back in and kisses you long and softly. "Mmm, I don't know. I'm scared you'll fall." She says, pulling away. "I'm not taking a bath, Leah." You giggle. "I guess this gives me an excuse to shower with you!" She kisses you again. "Goodness." You sigh, playfully.

A/n: Notice how every time something happens, it's because of Quil! I stg I love him. LMFAOOOO.

[malleusarcanum]

⚠️: Wordy Game

Grim: Me next!! *Picked a paper from a random box* *read it* Everyone must say a word with more than four letters that ends with a y.

Grim: Easy peasy lemon squeezy, fishy!

Everyone: ......

Ace: You lost

Grim: Wha?? But I said Fishy!!!!

Ruggie: Dummy, Only First word counts

Epel: Easy is no more than 4 letter. You're weak.

Idia: noob~~~~~~~

*Grim went irritated and made an attack jump ready to scratch Idia's face but Ortho shielded him*

*Grim hit at the metallic tummy of Ortho*

*grim cried in front of Mc*

Mc: Let's just move on to the game

Grim: Hench man is mean!!

*the game went on, at last*

Floyd: Shrimpy!!

Mc: damn of all words?!

Jade: hmm........ Misery!

Azul: *positioned his glasses* chylophyllously

Mc: Psycho wha??

Epel: pretty?

Rook: Magnificently! *Strikes a pose*

Vil: dearly *winked at Mc*

Mc:......

Leona: sleepy *yawned, went to sleep again but on MC's lap*

Mc: hey?!!!

Ruggie: Furry!

Jack: manly *showed his biceps*

Ortho: Brotherly!!

Mc: cute!

Grim: hmp

Idia: quietly

Kalim: Lampy!!

Mc: Is that even a word?

Kalim: then what'cha call it?

Mc: nevermind

Jamil: slavery

Kalim: That's a good one * patted Jamil's back*

Riddle: politically

Cater: Selfy!

Mc: it doesn't end with y

Cater: I have my own dictionary

Mc: *bumped her head at the table*

Trey: Friendly...

Ace: Awesomely!

Deuce: humpty Dumpty!

Silver: peacefully

Lilia: family

Sebek: crocodiley!

Mc: they're making up words....

Ace: you're turn mc!

Mc:?!

Grim: Hah! My henchman lost!

Mc: *smashed the table, got everyone's attention* STU•PI•DI•TY

Everyone: ........

Jade: Boo!!!!!!!

Kalim: Most boring word~~~~

Ace: Bruh, that's so last year

Mc: can't you let Malleus answer!

Ruggie: wait?! Malleus is here?

Malleus:......

Sebek: young master!!! *Hugged malleus*

Lilia: You can do it Malleus.....

Grim: Hah he lost!

Silver: Ow let him talk first!!

Malleus: ahhhhh.......

*Everyone looks at him waiting*

Mc: come on hornton!

Malleus: ummmm *felt nervous, never been played a group game before*

Malleus: ah! h..

Everyone: what?!

Malleus: Ho....

Sebek: Continue Young master...

Malleus: Horny!

*Everyone dumbstruck* *then turned eyes on Lilia*

Mc: You lack parenting skills

Everyone : mhm

Lilia: I can't explain such things!!

*Malleus clueless*

[the-lazyyy-artist]

Now that ya girl's got enough sleep, let's review, alright?

Remastered Sagas:

I feel like... They sounded less autotuned, especially Warrior Of The Mind. I know it's just how Athena sounded (I've been listening to this song for two years, and I still don't know who the singer is), and honestly, I had a hard time singing along with her because I felt like it was unnatural.

Now with the remastered version, I can hear her breathing in between verses, like me when I sing it! It felt authentic, it felt raw, and I've never been so happier.

Edit to add: I LOVE how all of their voices have more character and color, especially Polites'. He sounded more enthusiastic and positive when he said "Look!" and "See?" It's so beautifu!!

Another one I've noticed was how much Jay's voice sounded clearer in every song. It was so nice, it felt more animated (coz I sometimes compare his screams to the english dubbed animes), and I like jow it felt more raw.

Maybe the crew's voices was something I felt was off haha! I still liked how it was layered in the old version, and in the Remastered ones, they feel closer, you know? They feel like they're in the frontlines, singing along. No complaints though, I just feel like they're louder.

I like how angrier Jay sounded on Remember Me. He felt more commanding, more in charge, I love it so much. I felt the weight of the situation more. It's so good!

My Goodbye? Don't get me started on that one. It sounded so majestic! It still had the same charm and sparkle as the previous one, since this scene happens inside Ody's mind, so it will sound more echoey. I love it so much, and I can't wait to listen to these two sagas again tonight at work!

The Thunder Saga:

Alright, let's review every song.

Suffering. Damn, Jay, I'm also suffering. I knew how the story went down, but upon hearing Penelope asking Ody if he misses her, I felt like it was too good to be true. Then, the bitch fumbled at mentioning a DAUGHTER? That's when I started ballin', because this is a siren. It was so so well executed, and the horror of the last lyric, "Oh, the things I do for you," followed by a slash??

Different Beast was delicious, the transition was delicious! I loved how it showed Ody being a man-made monster, how the circumstances they experienced, how the prophecy he got from Tiresias, made him decide to be Ruthless, finally. Ohmygod, the animatic that accompanied the song was delicious!!

Scylla. Oh my Scylla, oh my God. That was the longest time that I got my mouth opened because of the sheere HORROR that went down. This song is HORROR. The animatic was HORROR. And to add to the weight of Eurylochus' confession of opening the bag, and Ody's stone cold decision, I believe he meant for Eury to... Be devoured by Scylla? Oh Lord.

Mutiny. Damn, this angered me. I've been angry on Keep Your Friends Close, but this one got me screaming. I know they don't trust the man but???? To stab him and to take charge as if they know better?? Ohmygod. I know these men are desperate, hungry, lonely, but Ody was really ready to be so ruthless for all of them to get home. Then being in Helios' island? Oh my god, I felt Odysseus' PANIC!!! That is the Sun god's island, who do you think he'll send down for us??

Thunder Bringer, this BANGER of a song got me squealing for Luke Holt's voice. He is so good, SO GOOD, as Zeus. I also liked how Odysseus' character was the same, regardless of the weight in choosing between himself and his crew. Ody has always been so focused on going home to his wife and son, and it would just make sense for him to choose his crew to take the kill. I feel so so bad for all of them.

The God of Gods, Zeus.

(EDIT TO ADD: TO MY UNDERSTANDING, IT WAS HELIUS' CATTLE. NOT APOLLO. BRUH. I kept saying it was Apollo's island. Oopsie!)

Anmiatics:

To all the artists that worked so hard for the animatics, to bring the songs to life during the livestream, I can only wish to have all of your talents, and I am in awe of how much you grasped the story,of course, with Jay's directions. May you guys keep on creating, because you are the visuals of this concept musical.

To Jay:

That's all my friends!

I am so proud of you! I am so proud of where you are right now. I may not be a part of the fandom when you were still cooking up the songs, but I can feel and see how much heart, care, and thought you brought to create this concept musical. I can't wait for the next Saga!

[luveternals]

paring: Konig x rebel male reader. cw: dystopia AU, friends to enemies to implied lovers(? bruh the 1st draft —sneak peak link— is literally gone, I don't know what happened bewteen that and the 2nd one T^T), war, violence and all that stuff, angst (ya, that's the only thing that didn't change lmao). ~ ~ ~

Should you really? Follow the order? Go through with the mission? Make the Empire pay for all it did? 

The longer you wait for someone to give you an answer, the greater your hesitation grows. Because your brothers are dying, your sisters are crying, your family is losing.

It started raining at some point, droplets growing heavier and angrier the further you move down the alley. You were drenched to the bone when you finally realize it, nose assaulted by the stench of wet, filth and death. It was a trap. And they knew. 

They sent you all out anyway. 

You're alone now, the last — the only one —  of the team still standing. You don't know where anyone else is. Your feet drag against the slippery asphalt, body weighted down but the leaking wound stabbing pain down your leg. The end of your gun scratching against the floor as you stumble forward. 

When you raise your head, you find a man looming at the end of the alley, rifle aimed in your direction. His face is hidden, the rain only adding to the mystery of the veil he's wearing. 

You've lost sensation on one arm and the other shakes with effort as you raise your own rifle. 

“Out of my way.”

He's silent as he watches you, grip steady around his weapon, body a large and unmovable obstacle you know you'll never surpass. 

“Outta my way!” you shout and your voice cuts through the howl of the storm raging around you, “either kill me or leave!”

Instead, he relaxes his stance, lowers his gun and, without any hint of hesitation, removes his head gear. 

Despite the lack of protection on his head, the image that presents itself before you is one of a machine built to fight until his heartbeat is forcefully put to a stop. 

It's not that sight that makes you drop to your knees, but the way he drops his shoulders as if to curl into himself. The way he lets everything he's holding fall to the ground, hands raising to show their palms to you. 

It's the perfect replica of that day. Different weather, alley, clothes on your back. But it's the same exact scene, the same exact veil covering his face, the same worried posture dragging his body down and making him seem smaller. The same indecipherable spark shining in his eyes.

“I can't stop now,” you say, voice nothing more than a whisper. You don't know if he heard but don't have the strength to do anything about it. 

He kneels next to you — you don't know when he managed to come close to begin with — and carefully takes your hands in one of his, other hand already opening his medikit.

Your senses are blinded by pain and you hear him mumble something. It sounds like an apology and it sounds strangely familiar too, as if he actually cares that your hurting despite having met you only once before.

Your adrenaline runs out eventually and the last thing you wonder before blackness takes over is if you'll ever meet your Engel again.

-

The sun is hot against the back of your neck, scalding your skin as you scurry your way through the street. You’ve gathered all you could find on your way to the shelter, but when you look at what you're carrying, it feels too little.

It's never enough anyway.

Angel is the only good thing you’ve got left in this world, and this is your offering to him. An apology for the loss and pain the two of you had been put through.

You were blessed with him keeping his bubbly cuteness and innocent mind despite it all. This offering is a gesture of gratitude for him coming into your life. And finally, a desperate request for him to forever be by your side.

You find him sitting on a low wall near the entrance of the building, head bobbing side to side and little feet kicking under him as he hums to himself.

His eyes are bright when they fall on you and his grin is nothing but blinding. Whatever protest you had about him being alone and so in the open dies with a sputter when he throws himself at you, face smushed into your stomach.

“Can I come with next time, pretty please?” his voice is small pressed against your clothes, and when he looks up his eyes are so big and round, and you know it would physically hurt you to say ‘no’.

-

The soldier kneels beside the little girl, massive hands cupping hers so gently, the weapons he's carrying positioned away from her sight. 

She sniffles and he shushes her, bringing her hands up to encourage her to wipe her tears away. He takes out his medical kit and uses it to clean the scrap on her knee. Once he's done with her little injury, he bring a smile to bloom on her face with a gentle pinch on her cheek and sends her on her way.

He must be feeling the intensity of your stare, because when he raises to his feet, he turns your way and meets your eyes. His attention doesn't drop to the knife spinning between your nimble fingers. He simply raises his arms and tilts his head, shoulders hunched forward and weapon forgotten in its holster. 

You don't have to kill him — your objective is to send the nearby base into a bit of a panic — and despite his massive stature he doesn't seem like a threat (not after what he's done for the little girl). But he saw your face. Or rather, he seems fixated by it. There's a look in his gaze that you're not sure how to decipher, his eyes seem brighter than what they've been a second ago. 

You decide to just get out of here and not look back. 

-

This is a route you’ve become quite familiar with. You know how to keep out of the way, how to mind your own business and not get involved, which turns to take to avoid trouble, which alley to stir clear from to avoid danger.

What your years of going through this part of the city taught you was that bringing a child along requires quite a bit of adjusting to keep safe. And he’s a good boy, he knows when to follow directions without complaint. What you didn’t take into consideration was his curiosity peaking at the thought of this new adventure.

You’d looked away for a second. To make sure you were going the right way.

One single second.

-

There's a wet stain on the page, smearing ink and ruining the paper. You've crumpled and smoothed the letter over and over, read the words until you've imprinted them into the forefront of your mind. Still, today they hit differently. Stronger than the first time you've opened the envelope five years prior. 

You've been assigned to your first official mission since you've joined the rebellion. 

There's never been a chance to turn back on your decision. To undo them and remake them so they turn out right. And this won't be the first time you've gone out of your way to cause trouble to the Empire. The first time you'll hurt someone. Willingly or not. 

It will be the first official action you'll take against power. Openly calling out your desire for disobedience. Destruction. Change. 

You can't undo your decisions now whether you want it or not. 

But it doesn't matter because Angel might have betrayed you by leaving for them but you're still doing this for him, aren't you? 

You blink and when you find the letter in your hands, you wipe your face dry with a hand as you pocket it and take your pistol instead, so you can load it. 

-

He's lost his spark. 

He tries to hide it, chubby little face forced into a straining smile. He winces as the expression pulls at his split lip. 

You hold him close to your chest, whitening grip so tight your muscles ache. You don't let go, instead whisper apologies against the crown of his head. 

“Shouldn't have let you come,” you say again and again. “if the guards had cared at all—”

-

“If the guards had cared at all—”

“Again with this?” Angel went through a growth spurt last summer, sending him to stand taller than you now, despite being younger. Still, he sits on your bed with his shoulders hunched over, hands wringing as he stares at you in exasperation as you stomp around the room. “It's not the guards’ fault. They weren't the only people there that day.” he says, “you can't blame everything on the Empire.”

You flinch at the words and spin to glare at him, “what?”

“I—,” he drops his gaze and does his best to avoid meeting your eyes. You see a frown settle on between his eyebrows and your cursing yourself. 

You sit beside him and gently pull him closer so he can hide his face against your shoulder. “I'm not… I could never be mad at you, mein engel. I'm sorry for snapping. It's just— we were just children when they took everything from us.”

He doesn't answer and just turns his head to press it against your neck. You shift and hide your own face against the crown of his head. The angle is awkward and quite uncomfortable and it forces you to realize how he's not a little boy anymore.  

He mumbles something. It sounds like an apology so you shush him. 

The next morning he's gone, a letter with your name on it the only evidence of him left behind. 

~ ~ ~ a/n: this took an exaggerated over-complicated turn lmao I know it's a little twisty so tell me if it's a hit of miss x3 I'll keep the sneak peek as a reminder draft 1 was kinda good too lol disclaimer: as per usual I don't know bananas about cod or the military. sorry... *sweats*

[that-tall-queer-bassist]

Live Reaction of my SECOND listen through of EPIC: The Musical

okay i want my Thoughts after finishing the first listen through today (over the course of a week) but i need to listen Again so here we fucking go peoples. Reblogging with each new saga to keep things organized a bit :)

The Troy Saga

we start!!

The Horse And The Infant

"little ajax stay back" 🥺

"You're not ready"

"I could raise him as my own" I WISH PLEASE

the whole section with overlapping dialogue of possibilities and the tragic ends they would lead to

i wanna know who that guy speaking was i don't remember

Just a Man

its so tragic how this infant reminds him of his own son like what the fuck thats so fucked up how could jorge do this to us. OW.

"close your eyes and spare yourself the view" Q^Q

this whole song gets me. especially paired with WolfyTheWitch's animatic to it. augh.

GOD knowing that all of these metaphors come back later and become Relevant i CANT OMG

"Forgive me" is probably the worst thing he could say because i do and i can't at the same time, but he's not asking me to forgive him, he's asking this INFANT who he KILLED AUGH

Full Speed Ahead

600 men. 601 with Odysseus

god this really is just setting the scene huh. and well!!

He really did wanna go home as fast as he could

OH MY GOD MY BOI I FORGOT ABOUT HIM AND HIS OPEN ARMS

his voice is like. angelic. wow.

"and if we don't return, then 600 men can make this place burn" i forgot about that woah

Open Arms

"My friend" my heart hurts

"This life is amazing when you greet it with open arms" oh sweet boy

the sound of a sword being drawn is so good omg

"600 friends are waiting for us to show our faces" XD bruh not subtle

EVEN LESS SUBTLE

Polites i love you

"My friend" you are friends yes please remember that please

Oh i forgot the lotus eaters sent them to "this food filled cave"

"I see in your face there is so much guilt in your heart" AUGH MY BOY

the repeating by odysseus...

"You can relax my friend" at the end like AUGH thats so GOOD and then the immediate next song being Warrior of the Mind !!! very good very tragic

Warrior of the Mind

immediately the music change raises the tension

the way Odysseus immediately knows who she is, hears or something, i love it so much.

"Have you forgotten your purpose? Let me remind you." AUGH hes not a man, but a tool

He seems like more of a conquest or trophy than a person to her, which is fair given he's a mortal and she's a goddess but damn this really does just keep happening to him, being a gods plaything huh?

THIS CHORUS GOES SO SO HARD THOUGH

"Maybe one day he'll follow me and we'll make a greater tomorrow" the way she sings this makes my brain so happy

the whole chorus just scratches my brain in such a good way omg

the slowness. "show yourself"

HIS LITTLE LAUGH

the whole exchange honestly

"nah, don't be modest, i know you're a goddess, so lets be honest-" YES YES YES

"YOU ARE ATHENA" WOOOOOOOOOOOO CLAPPING CHEERING

his description of her is great

"goddess and man, bestest of friends!" "We'll see where it ends" "okay" asdghkjsa im wheezing

THEIR DUET

I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

"ending on "don't disappoint me" is so mean

[natureismynature]

Also yeah foolish laughs in stressful situations but that was the most forced laugh we've heard from him probably because she was waiting for him to respond or agree. I'm in shambles he cares so much about Leo hes been so worried every day asking for updates on the eggs and checking in on his friends I can't deal with this right now

HE WAS SO SHOCKED. HE LITERALLY WENT DEAD SILENT. BRUH. I'M ALSO IN SHOCK.

He cares so so so much about Leo that it has reached the point that she's literally almost the only person he cares about. He's not like the other Islanders. He's SAID THIS. He has said over and over and over again that he laughs to cope, that he finds it hard to react to sad situations the same as other people do, that he has a different mindset. Yeah, I don't think he's told that to qMouse specifically yet, but it still HURTS.

Because he's hurting too. He's mourning too. He's just as broken up about this whole mess as the other parents are. But he shows it differently. He hides behind the silly. He'll keep up the smile because that's the only thing he can do.

And to hear that from a friend? That has got to be the hardest punch in the gut EVER. What the fuck I actually teared up when he was silent. And he didn't even SAY anything, I'll never know peace the day ccFoolish ever decided to let his character fall apart.

[chronicallyblyrie]

TMAGP 16 live thoughts!!

This episode started with a hello Jon dedication I'm already feeling like this won't be a fun time

-oh my god poor Alice the trauma is already starting

-celia does believe you alice trust she's seen some shit

-no the Horrors need to pay their dues with you alice

-alice dyer everybody, working right after watching a woman die

-yeah Sam stop talking

-CHESTERRRRR

-social media??

-#GOTHGIRL MY GOD

-WOAH INKSOUL BACK??

-okay inksoul is important

-oh my god it's a live stream archive

-oh my fucking god they're using internet slang

-WHO TOLD THEM THEY HAD ACCESS TO USE NO CAP IN A SCRIPT?

-holy shit this is awful

-PLEASE INKSOUL KILL THIS WOMAN SO I DONT HAVE TO HEAR HER SAY ANOTHER WORD

-please fucking KILL me

-OH MY GOD THE SOUND EFFECTS ARE KILLING ME

-woah world's quickest tattoo

-what in the fuck tattoo did they give you??

- dude inksoul got so tired of her shit so quick I'm with them on this

-GIRL YOU ARE NOT IN A SITUATIONSHIP THEY HATES YOUR ASS

-HOLY SHIT PLEASE THE SOUND EFFECTS ARE GONNA KILL ME

-when is Madam's soundboard gonna drop I need it

-i never thought I would hear the word "sus" in a rusty quill podcast but okay

-so this is the point we've reached in humanity

-STOP SAYING SUS

-I AM IN CLASS LISTENING TO THIS TRYING NOT TO BURST OUT LAUGHING PLEEEEEASE

-oh my god inksoul is digging up bodies?? WAIT no this related to the other case where uh person with tattoos was looking for the body they dug up, is this the same cemetary?? So it was actually inksoul trying to find that body??

-NOT THE BRUH SOUND EFFECT

-"so I bail" I can imagine her scurrying away like a cartoon character

-yeah girl only real goths dig up corpses, get with the times girly

-oh naurrrr

-OKAY SO THEY ARE ROBBING GRAVES

-vicious pick me trash fr girl

-OH MY GOD ITS A YOUTUBER APOLOGY BAHAHA

-"Im such a good person" OH MY GOD KILL ME

-"ig we're ops??" Who in the fuck wrote this episode

-I need to stop typing this post is going to be so long because I can't bare listening to the internet slang

-oh so her heart IS breaking

-yeah you're actually not okay

-UMMMM "help" ????

-THIS HAPPENED RECENTLY IN MARCH??

-oh thank god the cats are okay

-oh my god she's actually letting hate comments kill her wtf

-OH OH OH EW EW EW THAT NOISE

-DID HER HEART RIP OUT??

-please alice go get coffee get me some too

-gwen wtf

-oh so Lena is pissed

-I DONT LIKE THIS

-lmao Lena is actually being sensible here

-STOP BRINGING ELDRITCH HORRORS INTO THE OFFICE??? LENA IS KINDA RIGHT HERE YOU SAW WHAT BONZO WAS WHY DID YOU THINK THIS EXTERNAL WAS ANY BETTER

-yeah you might just die holy shit gwen

-Gwen you are gonna get fired

-okay who wrote this episode credits tell me

-ALEXANDER J NEWALL YOU FUCKING BASTARD

Okay ignoring everything else I just had to torture myself with by listening to, genuinely interesting episode. We have confirmation now that inksoul is hunting down corpses for some reason. Inksoul is definitely important and will be showing up again soon I fear.

[1ris5starlight]

UUUH?! SINCE WHEN??!!

(0:05) WTF- WHAT IS THAT-?!

(Minute 1:35) 😶😦

(Minute 7:05) BRUH- WHO THE H*CK ARE YOU??? (wait...is he one of the people that showed up at Sun's speed date??)

(Minute 7:25) I understand. me too, Jack. Me too.

(Minute 7:41-8:06) *blinking* whaa-

(Minute 9:14) Yeahh- there's a whole story behind that...we're not going there..

(Minute 9:15) Jack, you're mistaken my boy... Sun DOESN'T AND WILL NEVER LIKE ROXANNE AGAIN, after what she did to him and that's totally fair...I wouldn't blame him for it...

(Minute 9:27) oh god- again HIM??

(Minute 10:02-10:15) weirdo.

(That slug person is such a weirdo-)

(Minute 10:50) You REALLY should Jake- like RIGHT NOW.

(Minute 11:51) *blink confused* uhh-?? Hiii????

(Minute 12:28) well- honestly I can't blame you- humans can be...way too strange...

(Minute 12:36-13:09) *blinking* What just happened-?

(Minute 13:18) I can tell that Jack. After what you've seen-

(Minute 14:19) Don't worry Jack. I will come and save you from that wolf!!

(End) Jack, you did the right choice. Good boy!

This was...an interesting video...

Mostly strange and confused-

[murfpersonalblog]

IWTV S2 Ep1 Musings - Revenants Pt1

I've been thinking about the vampire population in Europe for a while, and WHY it was that Louis & Claudia had such a hard time finding any sentient vampires until they got to Paris.

It's SO interesting that AMC added Daciana, an old AF vampire who's obvs mentally traumatized, but still highly sentient & verbose & articulate; and one who knew other sentient vampires long ago, too.

We get the impression that the locals are going around killing vampires, or preventing them from being made just cuz they're shooting up coffins & wearing garlic. But we know that that's not how AR lore works--making vampires involves copious blood exchanges--not even S01E01 really showed it in full, cuz vamps need to swap blood back & forth quite a few times for the best results--like Marius did with Armand.

Which is why Claudia's revenants failed; she doesn't have enough.

We see Daciana feeding the soldier blood, and she's obvs bitten him, too, but it's clearly not enough--Lestat said you have to "half-kill" the victim and not drink dead blood--so I wonder if it's cuz the injured soldiers Daciana picks are just too close to dying already?

Who knows. We can assume Daciana's not the Maker of the other revenants Lou & Claudia encountered across Europe. Which begs the question: who is? And why're they making such shoddy vamps? Are ALL these Makers THAT weak?

Then it dawned on me when I remembered Marius again:

Are these northern & eastern European vampires the "Old Gods" from the Queen's Blood? Like--from the GREAT BURNING? 👀

Cuz it would make sense that the reason all the vampires Louis met suck (literally) in the Old World is cuz their Makers just CAN'T make better vampires--they're still too injured! 👀

Like, TVL implied that Teskhamen (Marius' Maker) might've FAILED b4, or that he'd seen other candidates NOT become proper vamps strong enough to make it back to Egypt. HE'd been too weak to make any; he was scared he didn't have it in him to do it properly.

Teskhamen said that the "Old Gods" all over Europe had burned up. It hadn't been a decade after the Great Burning that he turned Marius, and was still a charred black husk. (Centuries later, when he makes Hesketh, he's STILL injured. So I wonder: are the vampire Makers out there creating revenants injured & weak, too?....)

Teskhamen waited til Mael found Marius, "the mortal Who Knows, and is Learned and Can Learn," and made Marius a vamp cuz he was smart & educated; not only increasing his odds of sneaking TWMBK out of Egypt, but also likely lowering the possibility that he'd turn out a mad, dumb revenant.

Cuz aesthetics are everything with AR vamps--even as crispety crackety crunchety as Teskhamen was, he STILL had to go on bragging about how beautiful he'd once been, like, bruh? 🙄

But that got me thinking some more, this time about Louis, and his attitude towards revenants, which I'll put in Part 2, cuz it's a lot longer--this is just me thinking out loud about wtf might've gone wrong in Europe, based on what Teskhamen, Mael & Marius described in the books.