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lani-heart · 1 month ago

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parings -> park jay x reader genre -> non-idol au, school au, hybrid au warnings -> mental health, abandonment issues, etc. word count -> 2.2k

abstract -> everything is temporary so don't get used to it.

jay’s perspective

I… was starting to feel kinda bad. I didn’t mean to be so harsh with her but with everything, I had a right to be angry… but she didn’t ask for it. Especially since she started to cry silently on that desk while I sat on the floor trying to gather my thoughts.

“You're… a scholarship student?” I asked and she tensed up but didn’t turn… instead she subtly tried to wipe her tears. “Y-yeah… Haechan’s friend and I met during my first year. She saw me struggle a lot with loans and offered to put a good word about me and advocated to get me a scholarship” she said.

“Isn’t that… a bit unfair?” I asked, and she laughed softly. “Yeah… it is. I probably don’t deserve it, but that's why I have to try my best to keep it,” she said, finally turning towards me with that stupid forced smile.

Her life differed greatly from any of my previous ‘owners’.

“I’m sorry if I'm just a burden for the time we’re together,” I said and she shook her head. “You're not!” she yelled and it shocked me. “If anything… I am and I hope Haechan can find you a good owner who can afford the lifestyle you’re used to” she said and I didn’t say anything after that.

“Is there anything you want me to do for the time being when we are stuck together?” I joked and she smiled. “No… but thank you for the offer. If there's anything you want I'll try my best to accomplish it,” she said and I chuckled. “I guess… sorry for calling you an incompetent babysitter,” I said and she shook her head.

“I guess in a way you were right?”

She was beyond sweet.

But also so pathetic at the same time. I have never met someone who so carelessly forgets to eat, to sleep at a competent time, to… simply live a normal life.

She was sleeping on her desk when I moved her to her bed and tucked her in. She forgot to eat dinner. Now that I think about it… did she even have a meal card? She really was a hopeless kid.

I heard a knock and if only others tried to take care of her this wouldn't happen.

I opened it to see Haechan… “Ah! Where–" "SHHH, she’s asleep,” I said in a hushed yelling voice. He sighed and I tried to keep the door as closed as possible without locking myself out. “I wanted to take you out, I know she can't afford a lot of hybrid things so come on,” he said and I looked back at her worried…

“She won’t wake up anytime soon… she doesn’t even have classes today, don't worry,” he said and I nod following him. We went outside where I saw two guys his age.

“Oh? Is this hybrid stuck with our lovely girl?” Chenle asked… he was a Chinese international student. Also popular for being friends with the principal's daughter…

“Come on, we have to get some things… a collar, clothes, and apparently some groceries for the girl before she was hospitalized for not taking better care of herself,” Chenle said while reading a text message.

“She’s going all out for y/n” Mark had said.

“Well summer is coming up and she’s getting kicked out of her tiny dorm,” Haechan said. “How does someone live there? Anyway, she said the place is furnished, and because she has a hybrid now she qualifies for a better scholarship plan” Chenle said reading from his phone again.

“A friend of Chenle helps y/n since well… she’ll get kicked out of the school otherwise,” Haechan said explaining. Kicked out?

“Why?” I ask and Mark shrugs. “All I know is the y/n doesn’t qualify for any awards since the spring semester last year so she had to get loans for that semester before getting sponsored by a friend” Mark explained. “It's a lot more complicated than that… okay come on it's a busy and long day”

y/n’s perspective

I fell asleep again… but I swore I didn’t even make it to my bed before I fell asleep… I got out of bed hoping I didn’t step on Jay like he asked when I saw he wasn’t even there?

“Jay?” I asked… Did he run away?! I was responsible for him and he left… No no no no! I had to call Haechan and now. But he wouldn’t answer.

Why?!

I had to run out and ask any passing student if they saw a loose hybrid but he didn't even have a collar… I was screwed… so royally screwed. “You look more pathetic than usual” I heard as I saw e/n. Not her again… “What should I expect from my ex bestie huh?” she asked as she sat next to me…

“I don’t need this right now," I muttered and she laughed. “Well, why are you running like a lunatic?” she asked and she was his ex owner. Maybe she had him…?

“Jay is he–” “You’re the one who has him now?! Pathetic!” she said while laughing… “Oh did he run away!” she said now laughing some more. She was as mean as ever, wasn’t she?

“Pathetic, really, I can't believe we were ever friends?!” she said and I sighed… “You and e/n/ii, can’t believe I ever associated myself with losers like the two of you!” she said and I sighed.

“How many times do I have to tell you to get a life?” I heard as I saw Chenle… and Haechan, Mark, but I never felt so much relief before seeing Jay with them.

“Yeah yeah yeah, you poor thing you're well… with someone who went from rags to riches,” she said as she left. “You okay?” Haechan asked and I nodded.

“I was worried when I woke up and didn’t see Jay in the room…” I said, “Haechan left a note no?” Chenle asked and I shook my head. “Oops…” Haechan said as the two boys shook their heads at him. “Well, you know how you were gonna live in the apartment for two months just for summer? Well she’s coming back and needs the place to be clear so we got another solution for you” Chenle said and felt dread.

“Your financial aid covers apartments–” “No it doesn't! The apartments the school offers are way more expensive–” Chenle put his hands on my shoulders calming me down.

“Let me explain… Having a hybrid does help scholarship-wise, so they offer more aid to those who have a hybrid with them and can’t afford financially as long as you keep your grades up” Chenle explained and I nodded. “But… I told Haechan it was temporary. I can’t afford a hybrid–” “I know, which is why it’ll only be a year. It's a temporary solution” Chenle said and I nodded.

“Ok… I guess that's fine as long as there's enough space for two people” I said and he nodded. “Good! The place is already furnished and you already have some things so you’d just have to move them and you’re good! You don’t need to worry about Jay, we covered everything including the collar on his neck” he said and I hugged him.

“Ok! No touching,” he said and I chuckled forgetting he hates affection. Or at least from those he isn’t the closest to… “Just settle in today and remember to take care of yourself. She’s coming back for the next school year and if she sees you’re here not taking yourself then what? She scolds you worse than I am” he said andI chuckled.

“I’ll try the best I can”

I was exhausted after moving everything and now that everyone was gone I could relax on the comfy couch. “Are you hungry?” Jay asked and I was hungry… i haven't eaten since yesterday morning.

“Hmm? Do you wanna order food?” I asked knowing I still had some money for food. “I can cook… I did all the grocery food stuff… I didn’t know what you liked but I got a variety” he said and I was shocked…

“Oh… well if you're okay with it?” I said and he nodded as he opened the fridge and started to prep. I watched and he looked so professional at it. I didn’t know I stared too long until our eyes met. “Uhm… wanna help?” he asked nervously and I smiled. “Sure! Though Im pathetic at the kitchen” I said and he chuckled. “I think you’ll do just fine,” he said as he told me to do simple things as he made food…

I could honestly get used to this… and Jay looked happy cooking. Maybe… this wasn’t a bad idea after all?

jay’s perspective

I’ve never had an owner cook with me before let alone let me experiment on recipes. Her telling me she doesnt expect high end dishes made sense but also gave me some relief.

Something about her didn’t make sense though… she had the manners of every owner i’ve had while sitting at the table with me.

Was it just a coincidence? Maybe one of her friends taught her? That would make sense–

“Jay! You’re such a good cook!” she said grinning now finished…

“Thanks… but all I do is follow recipes,” I said and she smiled. “Trust me I couldn’t follow a recipe for the life of me… but if you want I can borrow some recipe books for you to experiment?” she asked and I felt myself smiling and even the few feathers I still had twitching. “I would appreciate that,” I said and she smiled. “Here I’ll clean the dishes,” she said and I nodded.

“I’ll help clear the table,” I said as we did our jobs in a peaceful silence… “Hey, Jay… you know you don’t need to sleep on the couch I really don’t mind sharing the bed with you,” she said and I sighed. Just cause we now had a small apartment didn’t mean they gave us two rooms… just one bed and a couch, At least this time it was a double bed.

“Sure…” I said and she smiled relieved… she was too kind for her own good.

Too bad it’s only a temporary thing… its always temporary but even though I experienced the lavish life this might be my favorite.

I shouldn’t be getting used to this stupid mundane lifestyle with her. I shouldn’t even be accepting her comfort or kindness when in the end ima… end up somewhere else.

The next day I tried my best to not succumb to her kind smiles or sweet eyes. Instead, i tried to dismiss her, but I don’t think that’ll make her take the hint.

I was again at my least favorite place in the world… the etiquette classes. I already knew everything i was just here because… everyone said there was something wrong with me and thats why I could never keep an owner.

“I was told to be friendly with you” I suddenly heard as I saw Jake… I scoffed and rolled my eyes. “Anyway, why would you think I'd return the favor?” I asked and he shrugged.

“Cause you're outcasted and have no friends,” he said and I stayed silent. “Not like im aby better” he said and I guess that was true… once a stray always a stray.... at least in their eyes.

“What's your new owner like?” he asked and I scoffed. “It's temporary so don't worry about it” I mutter and he sighs. “Are you even trying to convince her?” he asked and I scoffed… she doesn't have the time for a hybrid and she’s constantly studying nor does she really have funds to take care of me… at least not really?

“Jay’s having trouble keeping another owner? Yeah just give up at this point!” Sunghoon said and I scoffed. “I could say the same thing about you, with her remembering you–” Suddenly he grabbed my collar pressing his claws at my neck. “Don’t you dare mention a thing about her” he muttered and I knew deep down he was having probably an even worse time than me.

“You should be busy with yourself over my problems,” I said and he chuckled. “You don’t know a thing” he muttered. “Sunghoon stop before the both of you get in trouble” Sunoo now said and he scoffed. “Get out of my business, will you? What did I say? Leave me alone!” he yelled at the fox… how strange that Sunghoon switched up on Sunoo so quick… in the span of one week everything changed one day.

“Ok class–” Suddenly he let me go and everything was calm again until the end of the day.

She wasn’t late this time… instead, she was waiting for me. I need her to stop looking at me with those bright eyes… how could someone so tired and burnt out look at someone like me with those kind and energetic eyes?

“How was class?” she asked but It was the best we didn’t get used it.

“Why do you care?”

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sandrockianblues · 1 year ago

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Lately I’ve been seeing a lot of talks about the sandrock builder customization and how people been wanting more body types, although I’ve seen people being rude about it tbh, just the way talk about the female builder’s body is leaving a bad taste in my mouth. how do you feel about this?

Hi anon, thank you for asking me my opinion on this 💜💜

While it’s been more than a year of people vocalizing their desire in having sliders/ options/ different presets- only recently has the female builder’s body been complained about to the extent where I think a larger issue needs to be addressed.

Body shaming is still body shaming.

To pull some quotes I’ve seen:

“…small and childlike”

“…body types are definitely something that looks like an adult.” (In ref to Grace and Heidi bodies)

“…give us more mature body types too”

“I’m a baby.”

“…really awkward”

“Downright comical”

“…would love my builder to look more adult.”

“my builder looks like a toddler being walked to school by her husband haha.”

“I’m not a fan of looking like a child.”

“general proportions” (in ref to what the “issue” is)

“currently is kinda twigy”

And in discussion for future installments or advancements within the game:

“it’d be great if they got rid of that look.”

“I do hope they move away from it in the future.”

*this is about the female player body- I cannot speak on behalf of the male player body completely*

As someone who is personally significantly shorter than the builder myself and has a petite or smaller frame- this was very degrading to read comments of.

While I’m a huge advocate for any sort of character customization implements that can be involved such as height sliders/presets/ weight sliders/ whatever else, and I believe that you should have the right to vocalize your wants-

What I don’t believe is that it should come with mocking and criticizing the current female body of the player.

And I truly hope that this look isn’t just scrapped and gotten rid of.

Those under 5’2” are already misrepresented or just not represented enough as adults in games a large majority of the time. We often get stuck with characters that have larger or more curves than we do. Characters of average or taller height. Modelesque to curvaceous characters.

I’m not saying these physical wants for characters shouldn’t be implemented or that they should be ignored. I’m saying you can ask or wish for them without putting down those who do have smaller builds. Those without an hourglass figure or who legitimately are a foot or two shorter than the person they choose to become romantically involved with.

While this is something that me, family, friends, etc have dealt with our whole lives- those of us who have fallen on the very shorter side of the scale, I’m not going to standby and watch it be incorporated into a game that has quickly become one of my top two favorites in the past year of playing it.

Criticizing- not critiquing, there is a huge difference- the female player body as it stands right now and making harsh jokes about it is seen by those who happen upon these posts or threads and can identify with the body themselves. I know a number of short and petite people who are playing My Time at Sandrock, and if I’m being completely honest, this may be the first time we had a more comfortable experience with a character that can be customized for ourselves.

The builder is in their early 20s and also created by a small Chinese indie game company called Pathea. Think of how many of those who are more prone to those heights or body frames have been criticized alone. This game is possibly more prominent in China right now given that they have an online website we ourselves can’t translate. They’re aware of new merch and such we’ve yet to receive official news on.

Also for reference:

Yes, average height.

It may be fun to joke about how it looks to you, but for some people… this is our reality.

No, not all short people have dwarfism. No, not all petite people are just not eating enough. And yes, some of us may not have the ample assets that most women do have. And it’s something we’ve had to deal with our whole lives.

Implying that a taller height and a curvy figure or an incredible bust size is what makes a “mature” and “more adult” look is beyond insensitive. To imply that it is “what makes a girl a woman” is horrifically humbling to read.

And I do mostly see this body shaming of short or petite stature and height coming from mostly women. One cannot preach for body positivity if they continuously exclude and demoralize a body type. It’s hypocritical, it’s demeaning.

Comparing the female player body to the likes of Grace or Heidi or Jane- beyond saying it’s just the type of build one may want, as in, using them as a comparison to further degrade the current body, is yes, still body shaming and something a lot of us have worked hard to try and not compare ourselves to.

Does this have to do with me writing short female characters? Beyond the fact that I am short myself? Yes. Because it’s gotten to the point where if it’s not body shaming, it is fetishizing or glorifying the idea of being smaller than the average short height. And I want some readers to be able to read of a short character that isn’t “gremlin” or “closer to hell evil” or “feral” sometimes. Because that’s stereotyping. And we’ve been stereotyped our whole lives.

The female builder is in her early to mid 20s, around 5’2”, taller than some characters (that aren’t children), has a notable ass and chest- and yet while that’s how some of us look or it’s a bit more, “she’s not a woman”?

I have dated and befriended men from 5’ to 6’5”- and shockingly, men have been less prone to making me feel as less of a woman than the comments from my own gender have. I have shown and read these comments to my father, male friends, brothers and such only to see them become irritated that women are body shaming this body type. Pointing out the hypocrisy and some of the shallow remarks.

This is akin to a post I saw:

Unrealistic and far fetched right? How do you think we felt- those of us who were 5’2” or below.

Someone who is quite literally the same exact height as Andy irl and in my twenties.

I could go into the whole aspect of having to reanimate or rig the characters and players for cutscenes and interactions. I can dive into the whole deal with the “baby face” expressions (and yes, some people just do have a “baby face”). I can stand on Pathea’s side who has worked tirelessly and with several issues they had to work past. The deadlines and due dates they’ve had to push back while early access fans still cheered them on for support. Or I can point out that this game is rated with an E10+ rating.

But this post isn’t about that.

Preach for what you want or options you’d like to see. But no, let’s not make callous remarks and harsh jokes on the player’s body. Let’s not just suggest they get rid of it entirely.

Women are supposed to support women. How about we stop deciding bust size and height is what makes you a “real woman”?

#siren speaking✨#my time at sandrock #mtas #sandrock #pathea #anon ask #mtas anon ask #body shaming #short builds #petite builds #call out

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liu-yu-xin · 7 months ago

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I havent been on weibo and stuff in a while and i did Not think c-weishennies would be so mad about winwin not participating in the cb and theyre specifically mad at HIM about it... 😮 theres none of that twt oh poor winwin stuff going on 😭 from what ive seen most group fans are pissed that he misses so many things willy nilly and just shows up when he wants to which forces the other members to keep rearranging their formations. They do blame sm for part of the scheduling conflicts but there are definitely some things he couldve been in if he actually wanted to (ie the nct 2021 beautiful mv like ur telling me he couldnt find a rooftop like ten for a 3 second drone shot?) and i do see a point there i feel like in 2021/2022 he was fully ready to dip and ppl are speculating that he only comes back to wayv when mainland acting deals fall through. And they blame him for not saying anything about missing this cb until it became a trending weibo topic bc fans were fighting about it even though he mustve known he wasnt in the new cb weeks ago but ppl also said they felt the message was disingenuous or a bad excuse which i dont agree with i think it might really be a scheduling conflict this time and its not above sm to screw their idols like that.

Ppl are also bringing up for comparison how well the two svt chinese members are balancing their individual mainland china activities and group activities and i think that has something to do w the management style of the companies too bc pledis seems kinda laissez faire but sm keeps their idols on a short leash in general but winwin also does seem really flip floppy on what HE even wants like he was never a great idol but he cant leave wayv yet bc he hasnt been able to get his career in china up and running despite spending all that time there and i think if anything this is a testament to how generally likable he is bc if he was anyone else this backlash wouldve come much sooner. and i do semi agree with it bc how much can u blame on sm and how much is just winwin not advocating for himself at all? he has his own studio and there are opportunities out the ass to get on variety shows that dont require any talent or skill other than being semi famous in c-ent so whats really stopping him if he really wanted a career in china? And whats stopping him from getting any better at singing or dancing in his seven years of being an idol if he actually wanted a career in kpop? And if hes just in it for the money which i think a lot of idols are thats fine! But the rest of wayv shouldnt have to accommodate his indecision about what could make him the most money. Anyway I can only hope that my weaponized mediocrity in my job can fly under the radar as long as his has

#i dont really feel this intense disappointment they seem to feel bc i never expect anything of winwin like oh he shows up great job buddy #if ten and xiaojun ever just showed up and did the bare minimum i would be so disappointed #wayv #sidney talks shit

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ternaryflower53 · 10 months ago

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hello i am SO fucking sorry to jump into your inbox like this out of the blue but as a fellow chinese american and non jew i really really appreciate you talking about and acknowledging antisemitism.

i live near san francisco, so i have a plethora of asian american friends who all self identify as liberals, but after i unbrainwashed myself from antisemitism thanks to some hard conversations, i’ve had an incredibly tough time digesting the antisemitism absolutely baked into so much of what these friends say and how unwilling they are to see israelis as human, much less listen to them.

as always, i have to add a disclaimer here that i firmly call for accountability for the IDF and israeli govt since they’re acting with impunity, and i pray to see a palestinian state in my lifetime. but it hurts knowing how much of a fringe position it is among my peers to fully believe that israel doesn’t actually deserve to be demolished, because there is no way in hell the descendants of refugees expelled from MENA countries will be “just fine when they go back to where they came from.” if anything i suspect their certain deaths would be celebrated even more greatly because they’re israeli and the evil is defeated!!!

i just.. i don’t understand how fellow asian americans could have understood the importance of not speaking over black americans, and instead elevating their voices and amplifying solidarity during 2020, yet so wholeheartedly throw themselves into calling for israel’s dissolution. i don’t know if it’s that they’re ignorant of the fact that israel wasn’t created just for funsies or that they wholeheartedly believe israelis are an object to peace for palestinians. and yet they all have the gall to say “punch a nazi uwu!!!” or “i’m not antisemitic” and then unironically retweet something saying that what’s happening in gaza is the holocaust. everything is just so fucking backwards and upside down.

again, i’m sorry for basically venting this whole essay into your inbox, but i see you and i stand with you and our jewish and palestinian siblings, and i pray for peace in our lifetime. thank you again for your voice. may it never waver.

oh my gosh, no need to apologize!! i really appreciate you taking the time to share your thoughts, and i firmly believe that it's really important to let jewish people know we exist, even if it's on anon.

i agree with everything you've said here, really. i am a pacifist at heart - the death of so many palestinians is heartbreaking, full stop. but so many people advocating for palestinians are using terrifyingly violent rhetoric towards jews (especially israelis), and it's awful.

regarding your point about not understanding how others in our community are doing this... i don't know. i think it's people's internalized antisemitism. i think it's the social media's tendency toward groupthink and people not doing their own research. i think it's the human desire to create a black and white "good vs evil" narrative - particularly one that casts the US in the role of "evil". i think it's a lack of education about the holocaust, and lack of teaching of critical thinking skills, and so many other things.

but ultimately it all comes out in the wash. it's all antisemitism, and it all hurts jewish people. no matter how much people say that they're against antisemitism. it means nothing if they follow it up by doing an antisemitism.

anyway. i could say so much more, but i'm just going to reiterate what i said at the beginning: i'm glad to hear from you. i share your hopes for peace. keep working to support jews, who need allies more than ever, whatever that looks like for you.

#anonymous #tern talks #israel/palestine #antisemitism #(reasons people do the thing are very important for recognizing ways you are not immune to propaganda)#(and for trying to deradicalize people)#(but not for like. recognizng the harm that's done)#(in case that wasn't clear)

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leafcabbage · 1 year ago

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Hello! We don’t really know each other but one of my friends reblogged a tag game you participated in, and I’m REALLY curious about some of your WIPs! Namely, these two:

1. Yet to be named side fic about Tubbo's feeling in the hospital based on Chinese Satellite by Phoebe Bridgers

2. drdi wilburs backstory as told through his many misdiagnoses

You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to, the titles just piqued my interest so I thought I’d send an ask :) I hope you have a lovely day!

hi!! sorry its taken me so long to reply, busy week !!

1. so i started the chinese satellite fic before i even got to seven day and the wrong side of twenty six percent, which is the fic it takes place during. i wanted to do an exploration into tubbo's atheism and how its hard for him to have no way to believe that, in the case of ranboo dying, he would ever see them again. especially coming from a christian family and in florida. and like... the idea that he wishes he Could believe that, but everything is out of his hands and its hard for him. its based specifically around the lyrics: "I think when you're gone, it's forever

But you know I'd stand on the corner

Embarrassed with a picket sign

If it meant I would see you when I die"

2. wilbur!! so he's got bipolar disorder but it took QUITE a while to get to that diagnosis, and he moved in with phil when he was... 10. i think (<- guy who doesnt know his own fic). and its about how hard it was to get him the help he needed, even with phil as a constant advocate, and like... just the struggles of raising a very mentally ill child and the lengths phil would go for him. i plan for each chapter to be around a different (mis)disgnosis hes gotten or Big Mental Health Event (he was in a mental hospital several times), that kinda stuff. i think itll be fun to write tbh but its on the back burner right now both because i dont have time and becuase i have bipolar II and sometimes writing things similar to my experience feels like eating rocks haha

thank you so much for the ask!!!!! i appreciate it a lot!

#cabbage answers #ghosts-and-blue-sweaters #fic asks

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uyathrillz · 2 years ago

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Sam Winchester Headcanons .

Hello! This is my first post so please consider rebloging. Thank You.

Pairing : Sam Winchester x GN!Reader

Warnings : At the end theres detailed NSFW.

General:

♡ He loves to read. He's either reading something or watching some documentary. Even though his job is centered on an ungodly amount of research, It's his favorite thing to do. He finds filling his brain with unnecessary information both time filling and a good distraction from his overall struggles. He likes to read nonfiction , autobiographies, history, or even science fiction on occasion. He carries around a little notebook with all his notes in it. He literally only owns two pencils and ONE black ballpoint pens. None of his notes are remotely organized - he just writes shit down and calls it a DAY. He has no time for that.

♡ He doesn't really like to go on social media a whole lot. He says it's a waste of time. Which he isn't wrong. Though he enjoys being on Pinterest. He likes looking at different art styles (though he doesn't make any art himself), finding new recipes to try, and looking at aesthetics. He says the aesthetics make his brain happy. He'll occasionally go on TikTok because he likes to keep up with the "inside jokes".

♡ He feeds stray animals.

♡ He advocates for marginalized groups. He signs petitions for things and he tries his best of being informed of current power struggles. He has a BLM Keychain on his keys.

♡ He eats a lot. He eats very healthily and cooks on his own take the man to a Chinese restaurant and he will get at least 5 plates. Like save some for us. He's a tall guy who works out so obviously he's gonna eat a lot of protein and. Anything so,eone cooks for him he'll eat and enjoy it. He's not a picky eater considering how he ate when he was younger. . But he hates pickles.

Romantic:

◇ Acts of service is definitely his love language . He will cook and clean and do whatever is needed from him with no hesitation simply because he loves you. He takes household chores very seriously. You both spend Sunadys cleaning the house and doing laundry.

◇ He loves when you wear his clothes. It makes him feel needed.

◇ He always takes care of you and makes sure you're safe as well as happy. If the slightest thing is off he goes above and beyond to make sure you're alright.

◇ He is extremely touchy. Especially in private. He's always touching you whether your legs be touching , arms , or hands by just being next to each other.

"Could you please move? It's too hot for this."

" No I'm comfortable."

◇ "My love" "Darling" " Sweetheart"

◇ He likes to spoil you. Whether it be food, flowers or clothes.

NSFW:

♤ Filthy disrespectful sex. He likes to get you all riled up. He has no problem teasing you in public. He has no problem fucking you in the middle of the store if you decided to break a rule or be a brat.

♤ Way kinkier than he looks. That being said he takes safewords very seriously especially during roleplay concepts.

♤ The thought of his partner squirming underneath him makes him hard.

♤ He says he will be gentle then purposefully gets you extremely turned on to the point where you no longer want him to be gentle. Theres a pit in your stomach and your core is aching. Why on earth would you want him to be gentle?

♤ He has a filthy mouth. He talks about what he's going to do to you, the sounds youre making and how you make him feel. He likes to see his partner react to the smallest of things.

♤ He is godly at giving oral and using his fingers. He gives his partner purely for his own pleasure more than anything.

♤ He loves to praise his partner.

♤ He tosses his partner around in bed.

♤ The nicknames come in tenfold.

"Baby" "Doll" "Darling" "Goregous/Handsome"

and a personal favorite

"Pretty Girl / Boy"

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I hope this was enjoyable to read. Please let me know what character you'd like me to do next. ♡

- Thorn

#sam winchester #supernatural #spnfamily #winchester brothers #dean winchester #castiel #spn headcanon

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Important Stan Marsh ISFP Moments : Quote Compilation

Upholds Essence of Authenticity & Extreme Aversion to Lies due to Fi (Introverted Feeling) : XXFP

Stan is morally driven in his decision-making. He has core values that he upholds to a very standard, even if the consensus were to condemn him for it. He is authentic, real and unfiltered. Conformity for a cause that he doesn’t believe in is the last thing he would ever do as a person. He will always advocate for justice and truth.

Stan: I can't do it anymore, you guys. I can't even think with the Chinese government censoring everything I write.

Butters: So there's not gonna be a biopic movie for us?

Stan: It's so wrong. You know, I mean, we live in a time when the only movies us American kids go see are ones that are approved by China.

Jimmy: Yeah. It' like China is the new MPAA.

Butters: Stinks to say goodbye to all that biopic money and glory.

Stan: We just gotta face it. A death metal band is never gonna make real money anymore. The only band that would get approved by China would be all vanilla and cheesy.

(…)

Stan: Cut. Cut, cut! [the special effects disappear and the green screen in the gym is shown] This is all wrong.

Producer: No, it's good, kids! They're loving it!

Stan: Yeah, but I can't sell my soul like this. I want to get away from that farm, more than anything, but it's not worth living in a world where China controls my country's art. [one of the censor's protests] I don't care how many people you have! I've got something in me that just won't let me be a part of all this.

Butters: Yeah! Whatever it is, I got it too!

The Others: Yeah!

Stan: I wanna be proud of who we are, guys! And anybody who would betray their ideals just to make money in China isn't worth a lick of spit

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Stan: I'm saying this to you, John Edward, you are a liar, you are a fake, and you are the biggest douche ever!

John Edward: Everything I tell people is positive and gives them hope! How does that make me a douche?!

Stan: Because the big questions in life are tough: Why are we here? Where are we from? Where are we going? But if people believe in asshole douchey liars like you, we're never gonna find the real answer to those questions. You aren't just lying, you're slowing down the progress of all mankind, you douche!

John Edward: I'M NOT A DOUCHE! And I challenge you to a psychic showdown! I'll prove to the world that I'm psychic and you're not!

Stan: Fine, douche! [slams one door on him...]

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Kyle: Hey Stan. Dude, I want you to have this. It's the twenty bucks I owed you plus thirty dollars interest.

Stan: Wow, really? [takes the money and starts counting it]

Kyle: I got a job, Stan. I am making tons of money doing some really cool stuff.

Stan: Doing what?

Kyle: Crack baby... basketball.

Stan: [somewhat startled] ...Dude.

Kyle: No no, it's n-it's not like it sounds. Here, check it out. [leads Kyle inside and to his room, then gets on the computer and goes to a Web site.] See look, we just video the babies fighting over a ball full of crack. It's really getting popular! [soon, babies are heard. Kyle is showing Stan one of the Crack Baby Fight videos] I mean it, it's cool because like the commercial said, the crack babies had nothing before. [Stan stays quiet] It, it's great, because everyone wins, you know? You see that? Two million hits. [Stan stays quiet] Did you know they're putting bacon inside of pancakes at Denny's

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Stan: I guess not, but... What is it exactly you're trying to do?

Kyle: Just, you know, make some money off him. Like Honey Boo Boo.

Stan: [alarmed, gets up and walks up to Kyle] Dude! Dude, not cool!

Kyle: What?

Stan: Haven't you heard what happened? Honey Boo Boo's heart gave out.

Kyle: [a bit shocked] What? Oh my God.

Stan: Yeah dude. It's really serious

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Stan: (…) What you do is sort of, unjustifiable? And you know it's unjustifiable? And you don't care? You're the definition of evil? Kill yourself?

Dean: Okay, we're gonna sell this ring for just thirty-seven ninety five. [$3,795.00 onscreen] How's that? [puts the ring onto a woman's right ring finger.]

Stan: I just read that the day shopping networks make most of their money is on the day seniors pick up Social Security checks? Kill yourself.

(…)

Stan: I don't care what happens to me, I care about my grandfather, you morally empty corrupted maggot!

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Stan: Okay. [finishes up and seals his ballot, then walks away]

Kyle: Woah... wait, what are you doing?

Stan: I'm voting.

Kyle: No, no, you... you wrote down Turd Sandwich.

Stan: Yeah, I know.

Kyle: ...Dude, you're supposed to vote for Giant Douche.

Stan: [annoyed] I thought I was supposed to make my own decision.

Kyle: Well yeah, but not if your decision is for Turd Sandwich! What the hell is wrong with you?!

Stan: Wait a minute, you didn't want me to vote, you wanted me to vote for your guy!

Kyle: Well, I just figured you'd vote for my guy! Who's fuckin' friend are you?! [calls out to] Puffy!

Cartman: [interrupts] Hey, fuck off, Kyle. [aside, about Puffy and his crew] Don't let them intimidate you, Stan. I'll help walk you to the booth. And then I'm gonna buy you a nice steak dinner with all the trimmings.

Stan: Oh, forget it! I'm not gonna be persuaded into voting and I'm and I'm not gonna be threatened into voting if I don't feel comfortable with it! I'm not gonna vote and you can all just live with it

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Profile Stan Marsh: [gets down on one knee to Stan's eye level] Why do you think I brought you in here? The fact of the matter is I'm up and running now with almost a million friends. I don't need you anymore. I have more friends than you'll ever have in the real world.

Stan: Who cares? Friends shouldn't be some kind of... commodity for a person's status

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Future Stan: Oh, dude, how's it goin', man? Ey, you wanna go upstairs and play hide and go seek?

Stan: [takes a seat at the table] Hide and go seek, huh?!

Randy: Yeah, Stan, why don't you go upstairs and play with yourself?

Stan: I don't believe that he's my future self!

Randy: Yeah, but we can't be sure, so we'd better assume he is and never try that first marijuana cigarette, huh?

Stan: No, I actually have a way to be sure. [whips out a meat cleaver in his right hand and places his left wrist on the table] I'm going to cut off my hand. If he is my future self, then his hand will disappear.

Sharon: [rises frantically] S-stanley you don't need to do that. He-he is your future self.

Stan: But I have to know for sure. [readies the cleaver]

Randy: [stammers] Don't be silly, Stan. You don't wanna go through life without one of your hands. [Sharon is fearful]

Stan: Maybe it's the hand I smoked that first joint with. Here I go. I'm gonna do it

(…)

Stan: Mom, Dad, I don't think that guy is from the future. [Sharon and Randy shift in their chairs]

Randy: Oh. You. You don't?

Stan: No. [plants his hands along the table's edge] You know what I think? I think this is all an elaborate hoax! [crosses his arms again] And I think that whoever is doing it doesn't have very much respect for me! [uncrosses his arms] See, the best way to try to motivate somebody is by being direct with them, to be honest with them. I think the whole future self thing is a lie, and lies are never the right way to get your message across

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Kyle: Dude, they've been doing that for a long time.

Stan: So? Dude, don't you guys care? We have to do something.

Kyle: What are we gonna do, Stan? It's, it's not like we can change the way an entire country thinks. I don't like it, but it's just the way they are.

Stan: It seems like everyone has an attitude of "that's just the way they are" or "that's just the way it is"! Nobody likes it, but everybody's too busy to do anything about it!

Cartman: I'm not too busy, Stan.

Stan: You're not?

Cartman: No, I just don't care. At all.

Kenny: (Yeah, me neither.)

Stan: Kenny? You don't care about whales and dolphins being slaughtered?

Cartman: [speaking into the mic] Stan, me and Kenny don't give two shits about stupid-ass whaaales!

Stan: You know, when all the whales and dolphins in the world are gone, people are gonna wish that at some point they had taken a little time to care just a little goddamn bit! [turns and walks out the front door. The boys don't move for a few seconds, then Cartman launches back into "Poker Face".

(…)

Stan: Oh what? So now that I have a hit TV show you guys care about dolphins and whales?

Cartman: We always have.

Kenny: (Yeah, totally!)

Stan: I asked you guys to help me and you said no!

Cartman: That's not what we said.

Stan: You said "Stan, me and Kenny don't give two shits about stupid-ass whales!"

Cartman: We were talking about Wales the country.

Stan: Look, if you admit that you're only doing this because you wanna be on TV, then I'll consider it! Admit you just wanna be on TV

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Stan: And uh, oh, [hopeful faces look back at him] ...I ...I can't do this.

President: Huh, what?

Stan: Look, everybody, we're all looking for answer, you know. We all want to understand who we are and where we come from, but... sometimes we want to know the answers so badly that we... believe just about anything.

Man 2: Huh?

Woman: What?

Stan: [takes off his laurel] I'm not the reincarnation of L. Ron Hubbard. And... Scientology is just a big fat global scam

🏴‍☠️

Stan: No!

Randy: Stan, you're behaving like a kid!

Stan: You're the ones who made me eat veal without telling me what it was! You're the ones who knew we were making little baby animals suffer! [walks off to his right]

Sharon: Open this door, now!

Stan: [pushing his dresser into place against the door] Kiss my ass

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Usage of “Poetic” Terminology and Self-Expression due to Fi (Introverted Feeling) : XXFP

Stan has a knack of describing his emotions and hardships through artistic language. Due to his authentic nature, he can easily express himself through lyrical or literary outlets.

Stan: You guys have no idea how this feels. It's like, you always hear songs about a broken heart and you think it's just a figure of speech? But it's true. My chest hurts. I feel this like, sinking feeling where my heart is. It's broken..

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Stan: Uuummm, it was about two weeks ago.

Butters: Yeah. As a matter of fact, two and a half, three weeks ago, I'd say.

Stan: I hah, I hah, I hadn't seen my friend Kyle, and I hate living on a farm, so I started writing songs.

Producer: That's good, that's good. [writes under Act I] "Lost a close friend. Put loneliness into lyrics.

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Needs and Provides Fi-Fueled Motivation : XXFP

Stan prefers to give and take advice on a one-on-one basis. Often his choice of words are that of empathetic understanding (Fi), practical reasoning (Se) or even the “tough love” approach (Te). He also prefers to take in advice that are Fi-Oriented, rarely does he ever use or feel resonant with Ti-based reasoning.

Butters: Uh, uhm no thanks. I I love life.

Stan: Huh? But you just got dumped.

Butters: Wuh-ell yeah, and I'm sad, but at the same time I'm really happy that somethin' could make me feel that sad. It's like, [sobs] it makes me feel alive, you know? It makes me feel human. And the only way I could feel this sad now is if I felt somethin' really good before. So I have to take the bad with the good, so I guess what I'm feelin' is like a, beautiful sadness. I guess that sounds stupid...

Pete: Yeah.

Stan: No. No, Butters, that doesn't sound stupid at all

Butters: Well, thanks for offerin' to let me in your clique, guys, uh but, to be honest, I'd rather be a cryin' little pussy than a faggy Goth kid. Well see ya, Stan. [walks off]

Stan: He's right. I don't even know who I am anymore. I like liking life a whole lot more than hating it. Screw you guys, I'm goin' home. [walks off]

(…)

Kyle: What happened? Aren't you still wallowing in pain?

Stan: Yeah, it still hurts a lot, but ...I just realized that there's gonna be a lot of painful times in life, so, I'd better learn to deal with it the right way.

🏴‍☠️

Stan: Hey Kyle.

Kyle: Hey.

Stan: Kyle, there's peace in the Middle East. They're saying maybe it's gonna lead to peace all over the world. Everyone's really happy. You should be too.

Kyle: I am happy, Stan. I'm thrilled.

Stan: ...Dude, we've been friends a long time. Can you just tell me why you like Cartman's farts so much?

Kyle: [gets emotional] I just do, Stan.

Stan: You like... how they smell? How they taste?

Kyle: Yes.

Stan: They're really that good?

Kyle: Yes.

Stan: Should I try them?

Kyle: NO.

Stan: ...Kyle, maybe you should get some help.

Kyle: Please, just, just leave it alone, Stan. Everything is as it has to be

🏴‍☠️

Stan: Dude, don't be nervous.

Kyle: How can I not be nervous? Trying out for the All-State team has been my dream for years.

Stan: You're the best player at our school, dude. You'll make the team for sure

(…)

Dude, you were awesome, Kyle. [no response. Stan looks at Kenny, then looks back at Kyle] Look, y-you gave it your best shot, right? That's all you could do. [looks at Kenny, shrugs, and walks away. Kenny walks over, puts his hand on Kyle's shoulder for consolation, then walks away. Cartman looks a bit concerned, walks over to Kyle... and taunts him!]

🏴‍☠️

Butters: What do you want?

Stan: I came to ask you one more time to join the crew. Everyone is practicing really hard, but... I don't think we have any kind of shot without you.

Butters: Sorry, Stan, I'm not a dancer anymore. [leaves his chair and walks up to his Lego box] I gave that up.

Stan: Your mom says you were one of the best dancers in the country.

Butters: [rummaging for Lego blocks to take back to his desk] Did she also tell you my dancing got eight people killed?

Stan: Yeah. She said your shoe came off. It wasn't your fault.

Butters: Yeah well, you tell that to their families. [returns to his desk with a new batch of blocks]

Stan: Look, Butters, accidents happen. We all have to live with that.

Butters: [whirls around] I let those people down! Don't you get it, man?! Eight people died!

Stan: Well, it was nine, actually. One of the women was pregnant.

Butters: What?

Stan: And eleven if you count the two family members that killed themselves afterward.

Butters: [cups his hear so he hears no more] Aaaah!

Stan: But that isn't the point, Butters! [Butters resumes building his tiny town] The point is that this is now! It's on! And there are people who need you to step up! Look, nobody likes having to rise to a challenge. But competing against other people and getting in their faces saying "Haha! I'm better than you!" is part of life. And if you can't face that, then you might as well sit here and play Legos until you're an old man.

Butters: Get out of my room, Stan.

Stan: [Firmly] Fine. [walks to the door and opens it] But someday you're gonna have to stop running from what happened and start dealing with it. Otherwise, you might as well move to France with all the other pussies. [leaves and closes the door. Butters, angered, tosses some blocks into his town, then wipes the town off the desk.

🏴‍☠️

Stan: Kyle. [Kyle doesn't reply. Stan sighs, closes the door and approaches him] Kyle, you can't keep doing this. You know what, at some point, you've got to let this go.

Kyle: Yeah? Well... maybe you can forget what happened, but I... can't.

Stan: Look, what happened, happened. We can't change it now. We have to move on.

Kyle: [leaves his desk angrily and faces Stan] Move on?! Our friend was raped, Stan! He was raped, and we all stood there and did [takes his hands, puts them side by side, and sweeps them out away from each other] nothing!

Stan: There was nothing we could do, Kyle! [Kyle walks away. Stan says softly] There was nothing we could do. We had to get out of there.

Kyle: [turns around and faces Stan] Did we?! Maybe we could have stopped them!

Stan: How?

Kyle: [turns away again] I dream about it every night. Every time I close my eyes I see us just running away, running while they ray-rape him over and over again. [clenches his fists at the thought of it, then loosens the grips and turns around] And because we did nothing... they got away.

Stan: You can't keep torturing yourself like this, Kyle. Let it... go.

Kyle: [wipes something from his forehead] I'm... glad... that you guys can just keep living. I don't think I can. [walks out of the room. Stan watches him leave, then sighs]

Stan: [puts his hands in his jacket pockets] God damn it

🏴‍☠️

Stan: Cartman, lay off! You're next to last.

Cartman: So? I'm hotter than Kyle. [makes his way through the crowd and out of the bathroom] I'm better looking than Kyyyle! [the other boys join him out except for Stan and Kyle] Yes! I'm hotter than Kyyyle! I'm hotter than Kyyyle!

Kyle: I'm last? Last?

Stan: Dude, it's just a stupid list, remember?

Kyle: I got voted the ugliest boy in the whole class?

Stan: Who cares what dumb girls think, right? [realizes there's no consolation now and walks away.]

Lack of Fe (Extroverted Feeling) or Ti (Introverted Thinking) in Social Situations : XXFP

Stan doesn’t exhibit any Fe or Ti, which disproves any implications that he is a TP or FJ type. He isn’t so emotionally expressive, often either feigning interest or rarely ever conforming to a socially acceptable reaction to things. He doesn’t match his energy with others, mostly just acts like himself no matter who he’s talking to. He also struggles with understanding the emotions of others externally, more so would rather connect with others one-on-one. May say or do things in an awkward or blunt manner with lack of social awareness unintentionally.

Clerk: Okay, just follow me over to the waiting room and we'll have you take a seat with the others.

Stan: [being interviewed] And we were like, "Others? We have to do this with other people?" [a shot of the boys entering the waiting room, where there are seven other people waiting]

Woman 1: Hi there.

Man 1: Hello.

Woman 2: Hi

Narrator: The boys have just made a sobering discovery. [a shot of Stan's internal organs and spine] For ten year old Stan Marsh, the realization that he will be with a tour group has caused his adrenal glands to slow down. [this is shown] The average human acts a certain way when surrounded by friends and family. [Stan's brain and skull are shown] But, in a tour group, the brain has to work overtime, acting nice and pretending to care about people on the tour.

Woman 2: [quite pregnant] Hey, how are you?

Stan: [feigned interest] Good. How are you

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Butters: We came over to cheer you up, Stan!

Stan: [softly, creaking] ...Go away

🏴‍☠️

Stan: Jesus, how long before they start this Goddamned thing?! [apparently trailers are still playing]

Cartman: Oh cool, the movie trailers!

Announcer: Adam Sandler is Jack. Adam Sandler is Jill. [Jack and Jill are at a well, and Jill poops on Jack... and they both look like turds]

Stan: Awww God! [squeezes his eyes shut and puts his hand over them]

Kyle: Dude, you said you wouldn't say everything looked like shit!

Stan: Sorry if I see things for what they are! Ok- okay, okay, I'm sorry.

Announcer: [a toilet bowl spews out shit] This November, Adam Sandler shits in your eyes, ears, and mouth. [Some eyes, ear, and mouth are shown separately, and poop lands on each of them] It's Adam Sandler in Pbbbbbt, rated Arg for pirates. Fuck you!

Cartman: That looks pretty good.

Stan: How can you say that looks good?!

Kyle: Shhh, you're doing it again!

Announcer: Jim Carrey has a bunch of turds in his apartment. [dancing turds that create turd sounds, at that]

Stan: [shields his eyes from the shit] Ugh.

Cartman: Stan, knock it off!

Stan: But it's just crap.

Kyle: No, they're penguins! Stop it

🏴‍☠️

Charlie Rose: Stan, after everything that's come out, after all the facts have been proven, why do you still wear the wristband?

Stan: I don't know, [looks at his wristband] I just like it.

Charlie Rose: You just like it.

Stan: Yeah. I donno. I've had it a long time, I just don't feel like cutting it off.

Charlie Rose: Well joining us now is just one of the billions of people who think that anyone who still wears their "What Would Jesus Do" wristband is doing all of society a disservice. Chris Martin you say that Stan Marsh is... a dick?

Chris Martin: Yeah, yeah, thanks Charlie. My problem with this kid is he doesn't care about the truth! Okay, if Jesus rose from the dead with the help of drugs, that's fine, but then he went on to say it was a miracle, and that is where it became dangerous! What about the Incas?! What about the Aztecs?! Millions of people who were murdered in Jesus's name, and then Jesus turns out to be a fraud! Wearing that bracelet is a slap in the face to everyone!

Charlie Rose: What do you say about that, Stan?

Stan: ...I don't know. [checks his wristband again] I like it

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Kyle: Oh, God. [grabs his head and stumbles away, then falls on all fours] Wuh. Aah. [waves his hand at Stan and Kenny] Get out of here!

Stan: [flatly] Why? [Kyle continues writhing and groaning, before throwing his hat away

🏴‍☠️

Nelson: Yeah, it's a pretty bad time for me, coach. I'm only five and I'm dying. [Stan walks up to him] Coach, what's it like when you die?

Stan: Wugh, I'm not sure. I would... think that... it's a lot like it was before you were born?

Nelson: How come I have to die now?

Stan: Ogh.

Nelson: I mean, how come I don't get to grow up?

Stan: Goddammit, dude, I don't know.

Nelson: I'm sorry.

Stan: No, what I mean is, nobody really knows, see? But everyone does it. I mean, it's not like everyone else gets to live and only you have to die. Everyone's gonna die. You feel better now?

Nelson: I think so.

Stan: Okay, great. Look, I, I gotta get to the stadium, but uh... hang in there? All right? [gives him a thumbs up and walks away

🏴‍☠️

Stan: What's up, Kyle? Why are you trying to trash-talk our theatrical release?

Kyle: Do you really think that this is good for Butters? To have his face put all over signs as the poster child for bullying?

Stan: Butters is totally fine with it, dude.

Kyle: Yeah? Well Butters is ten! He doesn't exactly know what's best for him, and neither do you

Reliance on Se (Extroverted Sensing) + Te (Extroverted Thinking) for Comebacks, Humor, Rational Thinking & Realist Attitude : XSFP

Stan’s humor within the show is both reliant on observational quips (Se) and clear-cut honesty (Te). Stan is and will always be a realist, in a sense that he can only truly believe in something that’s both concrete and applicable to reality. Stan is quick to react in making a comment on things that he notices.

PC Principal: I just saw a copy of the school newspaper in which a student used the word "r*tarded" to refer to our cafeteria lunch policy! The word "r*tarded" does not belong in our school!! Who is in charge of the school paper?! 'Cause I'm about to break their fuckin' legs!

Stan: Aaah, he's in charge of the school paper. [points to his right. PC Principal turns left and faces... Jimmy. PC Principal is speechless.] You gonna break his legs, PC Principal

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The Coon: I can't believe your dad was dumb enough to lend you his tools, Toolshed.

Toolshed: At least I have a dad.

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Kyle: These are the terms for your surrender. One, you will be the elves personal slave for…

Stan: A month.

Kyle: One month! Two, you agree that Elves are masters of the stick for all time. Three, you a-

Stan: Hey, hand me the mic for a sec (…) Three, the so-called Grand Wizard has to jump up and down continuously for 3 straight days. If he stops early, he has to start over.

Kyle: *giggles*

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[a shot of the PC babies crying as a stoned Strong Woman holds one of them up in her arms]

Stan: I guess they are offensive.

Kyle: *laughs*

🏴‍☠️

Stan: You guys are ten years old and you just figured out that Slash isn't real? Oh my God. [leaves the table]

Cartman: You knew about this??

Stan: [stands next to Craig and Clyde] My parents told me Slash wasn't real when I was five. Je-hesus Christ. [blinks his eyes and walks away. The others are dumbstruck for several seconds]

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Stan: [moving off slowly] That's us. Come on

Kyle: Four white birds!

Stan: Huh?

Kyle: There's four white birds! [Sees a sign for Jewleeard, a private school for young Jews. The sign has four birds in flight above a small school, two stars of David flanking the building, and two traditional Jewish men in overcoats, one at each end of the sign. A phone number is shown underneath. Kyle and Stan walk closer to the sign] This is what Grandma wants? She wants me to attend Jewleeard.

Stan: Dude, you were going to see four white birds eventually.

Kyle: So is it a coincidence that Grandma DID talk to me about going to Jewleeard someday?

Stan: Yes. Now, come on. Our plane is gonna leave. [walks off]

Kyle: I'm not going back.

Stan: [stops and looks at Kyle, astonished] What??

Kyle: I have to join Jewleeard and make Grandma proud! [drops his ticket on the ground] Tell my parents I'll call them. [hurries away]

Stan: Kyle. No, Kyle! Aw crap! [slaps his left palm on his face]

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Stan: Look, my friend Kyle won't fly back home to Colorado. All I need you to do is just talk to him and tell him, you know, the whole talking to dead people isn't for real.

John Edward: Maybe it is for real.

Stan: Right, but it's not. It's a trick you do and I need you to just let my friend Kyle know that so he can go on with his life.

John Edward: Look, people have the right to be skeptical. I really hear voices in my head.

Stan: Yes. We all hear voices in our heads. It's called "intuition." Get over yourself and tell my friend it's just for fun.

John Edward: Look, what I do doesn't hurt anybody. I give people closure and help them cope with life

Stan: No, you give them false hope and a belief in something that isn't real

John Edward: But I'm a psychic.

Stan: No dude, you're a douche.

John Edward: I'm not a douche! What if I really believe that dead people talk to me?

Stan: Then you're a stupid douche.

John Edward: I think I've had of your bullying me! Get out of my house or I'll runs upstairs, lock myself in my panic room and call the police!

Stan: I'm nine years old

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Kyle: Dude, what actually makes total sense about it, if you look at it, is that the crack babies are finally getting some attention and the care that they need. [glances at Stan] Yeah. It's pretty cool, dude. Because most of these babies would normally not even get out, you know? Huh, or be able to do anything. [glances at Stan again] Just because we are making money doesn't mean that those babies aren't benefiting. It isn't exploiting them. They're finding a useful place in society. What's so unethical about that? [glances at Stan and waits a bit longer for a reply]

Stan: ...You sound like Cartman.

Kyle: [puts his right hand on his stomach as if punched there] Ooogh. Dude, the thing is, we're not the ones that made them crack babies. That's their moms' goddamned fault!

Stan: Yeah, I'm sure that's what Cartman would say too.

Kyle: I do not sound like Cartman goddamnit! [frightens himself and glances at Stan, then look away] Okay, so, see ya. [goes out the front door and closes it behind him

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Stan: No, it proves he DID make it all up. Are you blind?

Mark: Well, Stan, it's all a matter of faith.

Stan: No, it's a matter of logic! If you're gonna say things that have been proven wrong, like that the first man and woman lived in Missouri, and that Native Americans came from Jerusalem, then you'd better have something to back it up. All you've got are a bunch of stories about some asswipe who read plates nobody ever saw out of a hat, and then couldn't do it again when the translations were hidden

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Stan: Hey, we want our money back.

Ticket Salesman: Huh?

Stan: That movie sucked ass. Give us back our eighteen dollars.

Ticket Salesman: I can't refund your money. You sat through the whole movie.

Stan: That wasn't a movie, that was a snuff film!

Kenny: (Yeah!)

Stan: You can't charge people to watch a guy get tortured for two hours!

Ticket Salesman: That guy happened to be Jesus, and he went through all that to pay for your sins!

Stan: We go to church to learn that stuff! We go to movies to be entertained! We weren't entertained, and we want our money back!

Ticket Salesman: I'm not allowed to give you your money back after you sat through the whole movie! You'd have to take your complaint up with the film's producers.

Stan: W-what? Mel Gibson? You're saying we have to get our money back from Mel Gibson?

Ticket Salesman: Yeah. I'd like to see you try.

Stan: Oh, we will! This is America! And in America, if something sucks, you're supposed to be able to get your money back! Come on, Kenny! [he and Kenny storm off

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Stan: Just put it between its eyes.

Tweek: GARH. But what if, while I'm putting on the nose, the snowman comes to life and tries to kill me?

Stan: Tweek, when has that ever happened, except for that one time?

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Spontaneity and Down-to-Earth Se (Extroverted Sensing) Nature : XSXP

Stan is always up for improvising and doing things on the spot. He can easily drop whatever he’s doing and engage with his environment without question or a clear, solid plan yet.

Kyle: Dude, we're gonna go sneak into Cartman's and change him back into a non-ginger!

Stan: Huh? Why?

Kyle: Because now he's acting like gingers are awesome. And all his friends are gingers. When he wakes up tomorrow and realizes he isn't really ginger, it'll be hysterical!

Kenny: (Hehe, yeah. Hehe)

Kyle: Are you in?

Stan: ...totally.

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Kyle: Dude, they're gonna kill Kenny!

Stan: I can't let them do it. [comes out from under the table] I've got to make the ultimate sacrifice. [turns and heads for the door, then exits the building]

Kyle: Stan?

Wendy: [leans out] Where are you going, Stan?

Stan: Wendy, I have to do something. Please look away. [turns around, grabs some dirt, rubs it on his face, and walks to the hostage area]

Franz: All right, that does it! [jabs the tip of the gun up against Kenny's hood. Kenny just looks at him] On the count of three this child dies! One! Two!

Kenny: (Give them the freaking door code!)

Stan: [walks up] Well howdy there, strangers. [everyone looks at him as he approaches] Sorry to interrupt ye, but I done come from Pagosa Springs to buy me some wares an' sich..

Pioneer Paul: Ohhh, welcome, partner. [the other employees welcome him as well.]

Franz: Wha-what are you doing?

Stan: I heard you all had some difficulty with a criminal getsin' out of your jail.

Pioneer Paul: That's right, Murderin' Murphy. He's crazy 'cause someone killed his pa.

Murderin’ Murphy: They killed my pahr!

Stan: I reckon that maybe you could make a jail door that opened with numbers instead of keys. You know, like a biiiiig safe.

Pioneer Paul: Y-y-yeah, I understand that.

Clerk: Finally, a fella that talks some sense.

Stan: If'n you all was to have such a giant safe, what would you villagers want the number to be to unlock that thar jail door shuckamuck?

Pioneer Paul: Oh, well uh, I reckon the easiest number to remember for any big safe door lock would be... 1864.

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Relatively Easy Usage of Ni (Introverted Intuition) for Pattern-Spotting, Probability-Based Predictions and Planning : XSXP

Stan can easily predict people’s intentions and outcomes by utilizing real-world patterns and cause-and-effect systems. Often does things by a “hunch” through probability (“What is most likely going to happen in this situation?”). Has shown signs of being laser-focused on getting the outcome he anticipates.

Stan: See, Kyle? I just started with something really vague. I chose an older man because I'm betting that, based on this woman's age, her father is most likely dead. But if her father wasn't dead, I could still say it was some other older man.

Man 2: Well then how'd you know her birthday was in November?

Stan: I didn't. I just asked her if November meant anything. Her father could have died in November, or Thanksgiving could have been really special for them. But I go with the birthday and validate it now, as if I knew, by saying "He wishes you a Happy Birthday.

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Stan: [getting annoyed] Stop it! I didn't do anything!

Man 9: [rises and accuses] You knew Peter was dead!

Stan: [reminding] I didn't start by saying Peter is dead! I started by saying, "They want me to acknowledge Peter." That could have meant Peter was in the audience or that Peter was somebody's friend, or Peter had died. I couldn't be wrong, see? Now, I can look at this woman and see that she's fairly young, so odds are her husband was fairly young when he died. So I can say something like, "I'm getting that Peter's death was very untimely."

Woman 5: [sobbing] Yes, it was.

Audience: Wow!! [begins to clap]

Man 10: Amazing!

Woman 7: Ask Peter if he knows my little Billy.

Stan: [frustrated, with right hand over his clenched eyelids] Okay. Let's back up. [each audience row backs up to the one behind it] Not literally

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Stan: How come you couldn't just go home, dude? That's all we had to do!

Kyle: Stan! What the fuck?!

Stan: It was all planned out!

Kyle: You knew this whole time? Why?

Stan: Because it was me. I'm the one who took a dump in the urinal.

Kyle: [backs away a bit] What??

Stan: The stalls were full and I didn't wanna miss recess! I didn't think it would turn into such a big deal!

Kyle: So you blamed the government?

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Fi-Ni Loops : ISFP

Stan can often get stuck in a Fi-Ni loop, a negative thinking cycle that causes him to view life in a depressing lens. When he is subjected to emotionally distressing situations (Fi), he has the tendency to project a negative future on his life (Ni). It’s a sense of catastrophizing wherein an ISFP will continually predict a negative trajectory of events until they feel a sense of hopelessness and an inability to escape from their situation. In short, Stan gets in this state when feels trapped in his situation, and things will only go downhill from here. To get out of this loop, Stan needs to use his Se, the function that will help him view situations realistically and objectively. He needs to welcome change and external experience in order to feel fulfilled. Stan needs the freedom to experience things and not remain stagnant. Being cooped up is his greatest fear.

Jimmy: Well, Stan. Do you feel, uhb- better now?

Stan: No, dude, I feel worse!

Kyle: Look, we're just trying to show you there's other girls out there.

Stan: Dude, I don't have time to start over with other girls. I'm nine years old, dude! If I don't work things out with Wendy, I could be alone my whole life

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Stan: I don't want everything to go back to the way it was! [suddenly calm] I, I don't. [he steps over the broken bottle, leaves and joins the other kids, who have returned] You were right, Kyle. Sometimes, the only way to go forward, is to take a big left turn. I've been resisting it, but I'm ready now. I want you to stay with Cartman Burger, dude. It's okay. You're gonna do this and I'm gonna do my thing and ...my mom and dad aren't getting back together. But you know what? It's okay. In fact, it's better. Change is gonna bring new things to all of us. Where will Cartman Burger go from here? That'll be cool to see. And it opens me up to a whole new adventure, exploring... new relationships with all new people in town. [approaches one boy] Maybe this kid will become my new best friend. [then another] Or maybe this kid will.

Douglas: Wow. [smiles]

Stan: Maybe it won't be like before, but... at least it'll all be new. And that's what's gonna make it so that I can keep going. For the first time in a long time, I'm really excited. [a horn and the sound of wheels stopping are heard

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Stan: Is that really it? Because I, I just feel like we kind of threw Grandpa away and forgot about him.

Randy: Oh really? Do you have any idea how much money we pay to have Grandpa in that place? Your grandpa is stylin'! Can you imagine being able to just sit around all day and not have to do anything but eat and watch TV?

Stan: Yeah. I'd probably go crazy and wanna kill myself.

Randy: Jesus, Stan! It's not like he's in jail!

Stan: Yeah, it's kind of like jail. You should go visit him.

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Mr. Mackey: M'kay, Stan, you, you've gotta try and pull yourself out of this, m'kay? I know that... your parents recently got divorced. M'kay, that's gotta be hard. I know that's... that's bad. But when you walk around all mopey, m'kay, and sayin' everything is... just shitty, well, that's called bein' a Debbie Downer, Stan. And nobody likes a Debbie Downer, m'kay. ...I mean you've gotta, you've gotta snap out of it, Debbie. Come on, Debbie, you're even bummin' me out now, m'kay? Your attitude just- just sucks.

Stan: [after a few seconds' silence] I just want everything to go back to the way it was

Mr. Mackey: Okay, well, that's not gonna happen, Debbie. Okay, you know, uh life, life has to change, m'kay?

Stan: How?... When all the things that made you laugh, just make you sick. How do you go on when nothing makes you happy? [tears start to well up around his eyes]

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Inferior Te Suppressions and Meltdowns: IXFP

Stan often suppresses emotions that he finds to be too weak or embarrassing to share. He would rather do something reckless than to ever be vulnerable with his feelings unprompted. He tends to bottle things up until they explode, due to looking at these feelings with shame.

Stan: Cartman, please! We have to stop this show! Lorde is going to do something horrible and corrupt little girls everywhere!

Cartman: Why does that matter?

Stan: Because Lorde is my dad, alright?! [walks forward as his anger drains away] Lorde is my dad.

Cartman: What?

Kyle: What are you talking about, Stan?

Stan: He does it all with computers and processors... He got discovered on the Internet. He's like the PewDiePie of music. And he played live last week. Rubbed his clit and started trending more than ever. I thought he had learned his lesson... but it's like he doesn't care.

Cartman: Sorry guys, I gotta go. The world needs CartmanBrah. [the commenter window disappears]

Kyle: Why didn't you tell me, Stan? I would've helped.

Stan: It just all seemed so... stupid

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Cartman: Did you guys know there's actually a disease called Assburgers? [Stan is hearing everything as if from a distance]

Mr. Garrison: Sit down boys, we'll talk about this later. Right now we're talking about vaginal warts.

Wendy: This isn't fair! How can the school make us get vaccinated?

Butters: You mean little hamburgers grow in your butthole?

Cartman: That's right, it's a butt fungus.

Butters: Well I don't want burgers comin' out of my butt!

Stan: [in an angry outburst] God, shut up! Everyone just shut the fuck up! [looks around glaring at everyone, who look back at him, stunned

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Tolkien: Stan... Are you ok? You've just been acting kind of strange the last few days.

Stan: Yeah, I'm good. I'm... No, I'm not... Tolkien, I have something I have to tell you.

Tolkien: Okay.

Stan: This whole time, I thought your name was "Token". Like... the token black person.

Tolkien: Wow.

Stan: Yeah.

Tolkien: Wow... Why would my parents name me something that means the only black person?

Stan: I don't know. So I understand if you don't wanna be around me anymore

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Sharon: How was school, Stanley?

Stan: It's not school! It's a freakin' joke. We're not even learning anything.

Sharon: I know this has all been really hard on you, Stanley. Do you wanna talk about it?

Stan: No, I'm fine, Mom! You know, I'm strong. I'm just worried about how this is all affecting weaker kids like, you know, like Butters

(…)

Stan: God dammit! [looks out the window and sees Death there. Stan tries one more time to fill the shell, but the gust of air knocks him to the ground. Stan gets right back up to try again]

Kyle: Dude, just let it go.

Stan: No, Kyle, we can't let Butters down!

Kyle: [walks up to Stan] Stan, are you sure this is about Butters? 'Cause you seem really desperate to build a bear

(…)

Stan: You guys were right, okay? This hasn't been about Butters. I've been acting like this because I can't take these shutdowns anymore, and I'm scared what it's doing to me! I'm looking for whom to blame. Saying I'm trying to help people to make myself feel better because the truth is... I just wanna have fun again. [Cartman looks at him] I wanted to see that I could go out in the world and do things that I used to do, but I can't. I'm not any better, and I don't care any more than anyone else. And I did all this [tears well up in his eyes] because I just want my life back! I just want my life back... [begins to weep silently. Cartman's look softens. He looks at the shredder, at the boys, then steps down from the shredder, carries the pangolin out of the store, and gives it to the Chief Scientist]

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Trouble with Confrontation + Trouble with Suppressing Heavy Subject Matter due to Inferior Te : IXFP

Stan would sometimes have trouble with confrontation and being direct with his loved ones. While he has exhibited great Te when he’s leading a group and pointing out irrational takes within others, he has a hard time shutting down his emotions when he’s in specific situations that genuinely make him emotionally uncomfortable.

Kyle: What are you doing?

Stan: Something I should have done a long time ago. [walks out the door and into the night]

Bebe's house, night. Stan walks towards the front door, looks around, and knocks three times. No response, so he knocks again. The door opens and Bebe appears

Stan: Bebe, you need to go talk to Wendy for me right now! [Bebe rolls her eyes and sighs] All this time I've been trying to have my friends do all the talking for me! Now I realize I need her friends to do it! Tell her I love her!

Bebe: Stan, why don't you show her you love her? If you really want Wendy back, try doing the most romantic thing you can think of.

Stan: [thinks] Okay, so what's the most romantic thing I can think of?

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Cartman: It's probably best you trick or treat with someone else this year.

Kenny: (But we always trick or treat together)

Stan: (nervously) Yeah, but that's just it, Kenny. To use a scooter, you have to have a (quivering) phone and... I mean, if we're waiting for you, we're gonna be as slow as all the other kids. It's... like, you know?

Kenny: (Guys, please.)

Cartman: Look, Kenny, I always told you that one day, being poor was gonna catch up with you. Okay? But you didn't wanna listen. You just kept on being poor, and now it's Halloween and you don't have a cell phone.

Kyle: Okay, okay. Cartman, that's not the point.

Cartman: He needs to hear this, Kyle. You know, people are just poor, and they think it's not gonna come back to bite them in the ass.

Kyle: That's enough, dude!

Stan: We're sorry, Kenny. It's just... This awesome plan to get shitloads of candy doesn't... work with... you. [Kenny looks around and reads the mood, then takes his pail and leaves the house

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Kyle: [looks around] Stan? [sees him and follows] Stan, where are you going?

Stan: I can't, I just can't.

Kyle: Dude, he needs us right now.

Stan: [turns around] I can't see him like that, Kyle. All those hoses and wires. He's a kid, dude. He's s'posed to be running around and laughing.

Kyle: I, I know it's tough but- [Stan turns away] Look at me! [turns him back around] I know it's tough, okay?! I know! But we have to be tough right now!

Stan: And what are we supposed to do, huh?! Stand in that room and keep making small talk?! Make believe like everything's okay?! I CAN'T DO IT!

Kyle: Look, however hard you think it for you, it's a lot harder for him!

Stan: [turns around and walks away] Just leave me alone!

Kyle: Stan, you can't leave!

Stan: [turns once more, with tears in his eyes] I'm not the one who's leaving, he is! [turns and leaves. Kyle turns to go back to the hospital, but sighs silently

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Stan: All right, I'm gonna go kick his ass. [leaves]

Cartman: Yeah! Go Stan! Go Stan! [then, when Stan is gone, softly] All right, I've got five bucks on the other kid. Who wants in?

Gary: [looks up as Stan approaches] Oh hey there! You wanna kick the ball around with me?

Stan: No. I'm... I'm gonna kick your ass.

Gary: Excuse me?

Stan: I'm gonna kick your ass... [glances back] bitch

Gary: How come you wanna fight me? ...Oh, I get it. I'm the new kid. [sigh] Yeah, I guess maybe I deserve it.

Stan: [off guard] Huh?

Gary: It's really tough being in a totally new place, but I think all you guys are really cool so... I understand if there's initiation rites.

Stan: Dude, stop it

(…)

Kyle: What happened? [Stan glances back, then looks at Kyle]

Stan: I'm... [stares back at Gary] going over to his house for dinner tonight.

Tolkien: What?! How did that happen?

Stan: [stammering] He's a really nice kid.

Cartman: You were supposed to kick his ass, not lick his butthole

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Great Leadership Skills due to Te (Extroverted Thinking) : XXFP

Has exhibited stellar results-oriented leadership.

Cherokee Hair Tampons: Was successfully able to get the whole town to help him steal Cartman’s kidney.

Fun with Veal: Was successfully able to shut down the veal industry with his friends, with Cartman’s assistance (who is also a Te user).

Whale Whores: Was a well-respected, effective pirate leader for a group of adults.

Butterballs: Despite its downfall, he *was* able to get the entire school to work together to create an anti-bullying video with a surprising amount of choreography, camera work, vocal arrangements and staging. Props to him.

ADDITIONAL INFO

His roleplaying fantasies and even superhero persona is grounded in reality (Se). He rarely ever entertains Ne-based fantasies, more so likely to be critical of it.

Stan’s addictive traits *could* be Se-related, but it’s important to make the distinction that having addictions doesn’t automaticaly mean that one’s a Se user.

Stan and Cartman share the exact same functions but in reverse, so it’s interesting seeing how Cartman brings out Stan’s inferior function in morally questionable situations.

Stan’s hoarding tendencies *could* be tied down to his Fi, but like I said before, functions don’t automatically correlate to mental health symptoms.

Stan’s constant search of his identity is very Fi-fueled, not Fe.

Stan would sometimes get in tunnel vision (Fi + Ni) as shown in Butterballs and Scause for Applause.

Stan’s protective nature over Kyle and loved ones is indeed very Fi-motivated.

#hachichimitsu’s cognitive functions series #south park #stan marsh #hachichimeta #long post #south park meta #analysis #does it really count as an analysis if its mostly just a compilation of signature moments he does w slight typology commentary?#compilation

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genshinconfessions · 3 years ago

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Okay so, sorry but I gotta say something at this point (not to be negative but just to share). It's a bit unfair for people to say the community is being too entitled over the anniversary rewards. Many in the community know what anniversary rewards are like in Asian gacha games. Are a lot of the bonuses mostly targeted at whales? Hell yeah, but that's techbically good since they are the ones keeping the f2p alive. If they feel underappreciated and leave, what then? Arguably mhy has enough (1/?)

full confession:

Okay so, sorry but I gotta say something at this point (not to be negative but just to share). It's a bit unfair for people to say the community is being too entitled over the anniversary rewards.

Many in the community know what anniversary rewards are like in Asian gacha games. Are a lot of the bonuses mostly targeted at whales? Hell yeah, but that's techbically good since they are the ones keeping the f2p alive. If they feel underappreciated and leave, what then? Arguably mhy has enough enough profit at this point that they could last a while but eventually any new players that replace those that leave because of feeling undervalued are going to see the same frustration of the improvements mhy isn't taking.

"Generous" or not, there are still many flaws in their model, particularly the time-gated resin that literally everything relies on. Part of why people are upset is that, normally, the anniversary would be that thing that encourages you to continue playing. It IS a problem if people are upset by the underwhelming rewards. This would be the time most players would be saving for, return to the game, and an ideal time for new players to start.

Like I'm not just talking out of my butt here, this is very standard for all of the gacha games I have played: quite a few rewards to appease f2p and nice sales/incentives to appease whales/make them feel like they're getting a good deal. I know it's not exactly like other ones, but at the end of the day, it IS a gacha.

I do agree that the fandom is being a lot more aggressive about it than expected but tbh I think that's more about content creators (within their right) expressing their confusion and displeasure (since they are familiar with gacha game normalities) and then toxic people taking that and gong wild. Bullying VAs and the devs/marketing, etc. We have already seen the racism toward mhy from these people as if they're not playing a Chinese game.

I want to make it clear I am not excusing that behavior. It's unacceptable. But for those that are literally just sharing their frustrations, those that will still play the game despite having spent a lot and feeling undervalued during a time that would normally be really rewarding for all players, they still deserve the right to be frustrated.

Anyway, I don't want to start arguments in your inbox, but just want to share a bit of why this feels like a slap in the face. It's not about primos over time like any other month, or about how people play the game for the game not because of anniversary rewards. It's about the minority of whales in particular not feeling valued in multiple ways and it culminating into this lack of incentive to stay during a time when the game should be bustling with them.

Sorry for the rant, but I hope this sheds some light for those who think it's solely entitlement when it's really just feeling unvalued for what you've invested in the game (money and/or time).

i really appreciate your ask, anon! i think that it's a different but respectful view on this topic, and you're right that those of us who advocate for less complaints about the rewards (i, in particularly) have not been very focused on the things that you talked about.

i do agree that this is the prime time to pull in new players and that they may be annoyed by the lack of festivities. i also see that it's frustrating for those who've spent a lot of time, effort, and money into the game, and i totally understand why.

this is my first gacha game in a long time, so of course i'm not going to be able to compare with many other games, but that being said, i'm not sure i quite agree with your argument about the whales.

personally, i find that a lot of whales do, in fact, feel entitled to better and better rewards over time because they're spending more and more over time, and to me, that seems more like a sunk-cost fallacy than anything else: no one is forcing them to spend money, so ofc spending so much money is their choice. it doesn't entitle them to any particular rewards, though, and i believe that if mihoyo actually did that (have better rewards for whales), the rest of the community would riot.

also, it seems to me that floors 9-12 of the abyss are already rewards for whales only! as we all know, you can earn primos from these floors every two weeks, and from my perspective, it seems like whales are the only one who have the money to keep grinding domains to get artifact, to pull on banners to get c6s of five star characters, and to pull on weapon banners to get r5s of five star weapons. floors 9-12, as everyone knows, are super hard and ofc there are f2p/low-investment players who succeed, but for most of these players (which we both agree is the majority), it really is price-locked.

i think that part of the reason why whales in particular may be frustrated with the game is because it's still a developing game. i know there's a legit term for it in the gaming world but i don't remember. the next chapter of the story releases after a period of time, and that means that ppl who speedrun the game/quests/etc are 'stuck with nothing to do' except run domains, beat up bosses, participate in events, etc.

honestly, i think that the reason why genshin was developed like this is because it's meant to be a game for everyone. EVERYONE (remember this is still a 12+ game), including children who might not be able to play on the weekdays and hence can't make much progress. it's not meant to cater to whales; at least, that's not what i see.

there are also considerations about whether or not gacha is inherently gambling (china has been cracking down on spending money in games for this reason) and the new law about how school-aged kids can only play games for however-many hours on the weekends, but i won't go into detail about that because that's not a discussion that directly pertains to this topic. it is, however, still very important to keep in mind because it directly affects mihoyo's development of the game.

edit: forgot to mention the first time around, but i also don’t think that whales are keeping the game afloat! i’m sure that mihoyo has income in ways other than the players; i mean, genshin had a collab with sony, which is incredible for a game that’s only been out for a year. sponsorships, collabs, etc -- genshin is only going to get more, and that’s all income outside of the player base.

regardless, i do appreciate your opinion! i think that you've provided a lot of food for thought and i appreciate the respectful tone of your ask. if everyone was respectful about their disagreements, maybe we wouldn't have so much toxicity in the fandom :")

(oh and remember this is just my opinion! you're ofc welcome to disagree [in fact, i'm anticipating a lot of disagreement] but if you do want to respond in disagreement, please keep it respectful to everyone involved! that includes myself, mihoyo, and other players)

- katheryne from liyue

#genshin #genshin impact #genshin confessions #genshin headcanons #mihoyo

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namariea · 4 years ago

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Devil’s Advocate | I

“So for argument’s sake... let’s just say Do Kyungsoo really is the boring square you say he is..”

“Don’t you want to find out what makes him tick?”

Pairing: Kyungsoo x Reader

Words: 4.4k

Genre: Romance, Slowburn, Smut

It started with a knock on your door.

“Jongin is coming over tonight, that cool?”

Looking up from your laptop screen, you stared at your roommate who was leaning against your doorway. Blinking slowly, you processed her words.

“Jongin is coming over.”

“Yes, that’s what I just said.”

“And will Mr. Kim be staying over?”

“That would be a correct assumption, yes.”

“Sleeping in your room.”

“Why, did you want him to sleep here with you? Not what I was expecting, but I’m all down for polygamy.”

With a sigh, you saved the document you were working on and began to close your laptop. Collecting the various papers and books scattered around you, you began to tuck them away neatly into your backpack. Sliding off of the bed, you walked the length of the room and began to rifle through your drawers, pulling out some clothes.

Frowning, Jennie walked over to you and looked over your shoulder as you began refolding them and putting them in a gym bag.

“What are you doing?”

“I have a paper I need to finish proofing for tomorrow and I highly doubt I will get any work done with the two of you going at it like animals.”

Jennie didn’t even look fazed at the comment, shrugging non committedly while throwing some pajama shorts your way. Rolling your eyes you passed through the joined bathroom and threw in your toiletries. As you were zipping up your bag a knock came at the door causing you to pause.

Well, that was fast.

Turning around, you looked at the brunette behind you with raised eyebrows, and only then she had the decency to look the slightest bit sheepish.

“Have I told you how much I love you today?”

With your roommate trailing at your heels blabbering about how you are the greatest roommate ever and how she owes you a life debt, you opened the front door and were greeted with Jongin holding what appeared to be a party sized bucket of KFC. Before he could open his mouth you stuck out your hand, waiting.

Blinking down at your outstretched palm, he gave you a confused look.

“Keys. Since you are kicking me out of my bed I’m taking yours”

Jennie snorted behind you as Jongin’s face split into a wide grin.

“You know, I always knew you were a great person.” fishing out his keys from his pocket he handed them to you.

Slinging your bag over your shoulder, you gave the couple a wave of your hand and began to make your way down the hall. You were halfway to the elevators when Jongin's loud voice stopped you.

“Oh by the way, Kyungsoo isn’t around tonight, so feel free to raid the fridge before he gets back.”

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Jongin’s presence at your apartment wasn’t a new occurrence.

In the beginning, it was just him coming over during the day to help Jennie with her design assignments. Which was ok, amazing actually, since it helped her out a lot and saved you dealing with her stress meltdowns.

Then it progressed to Jongin appearing at your dinner table every Friday to partake in Chinese takeout nights. Which was fine, again, since he picked it up on his way over and pitched in. He also somehow was able to sweet talk the old woman who owned the store and managed to get extra egg rolls. Can’t go wrong with that.

It wasn’t until Jennie gave you the look while the older boy excused himself to use the bathroom after one said dinner that you took the hint.

Now, Jongin occasionally stays over during the weekends, where you would find him in the living room at ungodly hours watching the Pirates of the Carribean all the while eating a family sized package of oreo’s. Which was mildly perturbing on two counts. First, was the fact that this was probably the 5th time you’ve seen him watch that movie, and second, those were your oreos.

The final straw was not until the weekend that just past where you were woken up a loud banging. It was not until you were halfway to Jennie’s door in a frantic scramble that your sleep deprived brain caught up with you and realized it was very much not a violent murder taking place in the room over.

Animals.

It was then you all agreed to establish some sort of door-sock system.

Which in essence was - if Jongin was coming over, it was probably best to just find somewhere else to crash.

You didn’t actually mind leaving as much as you thought you would. Jennie was one of your closests friends and it was clear as day that Jongin made her happy. You didn’t even mind hanging out with the guy, he was fun and always brought snacks in return for practically living at your place. Even if his tastes in movies were highly questionable.

It was just sometimes - like right now where you had a Business Ethics paper due at 7AM - where you needed all the quiet you could get.

Reaching the apartment, you slotted the key into the lock, you pushed open the door to Jongin and Kyungsoo’s apartment. Stepping through the threshold you were greeted by darkness.

Flicking on the lights you took in the apartment. You had been in the apartment a handful of times when Chanyeol threw parties, but this was the first time you had been there on your own, literally.

From the neatly organized coffee table to the dust-less surfaces as far as the eye can see, the state of the apartment very much reflected that of the other owner - there was no way anyone would believe the human tornado that was Kim Jongin lived here otherwise.

Speaking of the other owner -

“Kyungsoo?”

Thank goodness for small mercies.

Do Kyungsoo, best friend of Jongin and probably the biggest enigma you've ever met. Not only was he more reserved and mild tempered in comparison to his flatmate, but he was the only one in your mutual friend group that you couldn’t bring yourself to get close to.

It wasn’t for a lack of trying, mind you. And to Kyungsoo’s credit he has never been rude to you, though you wouldn’t necessarily call it friendly either. Cordial at best...maybe. His deposition towards you, and apparently anyone who didn’t know him before the year 2015 was polite but distant. He was so different from the rest of his friends that one day Jennie had asked Jongin how he and Kyungsoo even lived together.

“We met freshman year-” Jongin said while spooning a mountain of orange chicken onto his plate.

“We were paired up as roommates and we just clicked - Kyungsoo is a great guy, he’s actually pretty hilarious”

“Really?” Jennie leaned in, abandoning her lo mein to gape at the man next to her.

“Its true!” Jongin said defensively at her expression, “how do I explain it-"

"You kind of have to approach him first, and then see how he responds. He just needs time to warm up to you, you'll see."

Now, you weren’t sure if Kyungsoo had ‘warmed up to you’ yet, but you definitely saw the man’s look of disgust as he caught you making kraft dinner in the microwave that one time during finals last semester.

Hot tip - never make microwave kraft dinner in front of a Culinary Arts major.

Checking your watch and noting it was half past ten, you settled down cross-legged at the coffee table in the living room. Pulling out your laptop and notes, you organized it all in front of you before rolling your neck and flexing your fingers.

“Now, where was I-”

After what seems like the hundredth time going over the same words over and over again, desperately making sure you didn’t have any spelling mistakes and that your citations were all correct, you finally hit save for the last time. Tapping the screen of your phone you brought it up to your face as you leant back against the couch, squinting as the time appeared.

2:35 AM

Stretching, you lifted yourself from your sitting position and began packing your laptop and papers away.

Exhausted, you crawled your way up onto the couch, pulled the Captain America themed throw blanket over your tired body, and closed your eyes, waiting for sleep to take you.

Which should have been an easy task.

Except Jongin apparently decided to buy the cheapest couch in Ikea.

No wonder the man lived on your sofa, he has never known true comfort.

Huffing, you sat up begrudgingly, groaning as your body objected to the movement. You glanced down the darkened hallway and pursed your lips.

Taking your bags you began shuffling down the hallway and stopped in front of one of the doors that was ajar. Slowly pushing it open you hesitantly stuck your head in. The sight of the various Mangas scattered on the floor confirmed that you had found the right bedroom.

I mean, there are worse places to sleep.

Making your way further into the room, you kicked the door closed as you made quick work of stripping out of your clothes and changing into your pajamas. You all but dove into the bed, not caring that it was unmade or that you probably should have changed the sheets. A content sigh escaped you as you sank into the mattress, sleep taking over.

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Waking with a start, you were momentarily disoriented as you took in your surroundings. Blinking blearily around, it took a few seconds to remember where you were and why your bed smelled like Old Spice.

Ah, right.

Groaning, you glanced at the window and took in the darkness still.

You tried to close your eyes in hopes that you would be able to catch a few more minutes of sleep. However, instead of slipping into blissful sleep you found yourself tossing and turning, body restless in any position you put it in.

Pressing the heels of your palms into your eyes you lay there for a few moments. Blindly reaching towards the side table you fumbled with your phone, squinting as the screen illuminated your vision.

5:50 am

There is no God.

Finally accepting that you were not going to get any more sleep, you begrudgingly slid out of bed. Stretching, you began to make your way to the door, stifling a yawn as you opened it.

And immediately screamed.

“WHAT THE F- Kyungsoo?”

Standing in front of you was a hooded figure, looking just as startled as you were. Hand grasping the handle leading to the room directly across the hall, Kyungsoo had turned at the sound of Jongin’s door opening and his eyes widened almost comically at your presence.

As the fuzziness of sleep was lifted you realized that it must have been the sound Kyungsoo entering the apartment that woke you up. And judging from the incredulous look he was giving you, Jongin must not have told him you were there. Taking in his baseball cap and casual attire, you felt your eyebrows furrow.

Did he just get back?

You watched as his eyes slid down and you were suddenly very much aware of the lopsided bun that had come half undone in your sleep and the thin material of your pajamas. His eyes then darted from your own to the bedroom and back, eyebrows furrowing.

Your eyes widened at the silent question glinting in those dark eyes. Your hands immediately flew up as you began sputtering.

“It's not what it looks like!“ you began frantically and he only lifted a dark brow higher in a silent bid for you to continue. “Jongin was staying over at our place last night and I came here to give them privacy, you know how they are, it’s like National Geographic except nobody asked for it”

He shot you a bemused look.

You felt yourself flush and looked at the space of the wall next to his head “And well, I didn't get kicked out of my own bed to sleep on a couch… So I slept... in here" gesturing to the bedroom behind you awkwardly.

There was another beat of silence.

Great. Fantastic. Realll smooth. It seemed that without fail, every time you are in the immediate presence of the man across from you, you feel yourself suddenly tense up. Which is stupid, considering the fact that you are friends (distant acquaintances), and have been around each other for months now and got along great (cordial at best), surely by now you can have a normal conversation at the very least.

Speaking of conversation, you also become hyperaware of the fact that the other person in the hallway has yet to say a single word to you. Palms beginning to sweat, you began to scramble to think of something - anything - to cut the silence. As if your insane ramblings weren’t bad enough. He probably thinks you’re even more of a raging lunatic, compounded with what happened last semester. Why, why, of all things why did you have to crave Kraft Dinner for fucks sake-

“I see.”

Your inner monologue was cut short by a low reply. it seemed Kyungsoo deemed your answer acceptable, nodding slowly to himself.

You almost felt your body sag in relief, shifting your weight on the balls of your feet.

As another beat of silence passed, you fidgeted again as you were regarded by the dark haired man. Kyungsoo had yet to make any move towards his own room and you suddenly didn’t know what to do with your hands.

Someone kill me.

You cleared your throat, “Umm...so now that that's cleared up… I’m just going to... go over...there” gesturing to the bathroom. You didn’t even wait for him to answer you as you powered your way past him and slipped into the bathroom, pressing your back against the door as it closed behind you.

You waited with baited breath as you heard silence from the hallway. Eventually after what felt like an eternity, there was a shuffling of feet, and the clicking of a door closing from down the hall.

Silently making the motion of bashing your head against the door, you let out a deep breath. Shaking your head you flicked on the light and picked up Jongin’s papaya face wash.

I mean, that could have been worse.

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Making your way across campus, you faltered slightly as a yawn made its way through you. After submitting your paper to your professor's dropbox you had spent the day catching up on the never ending tasks you had on your to-do list. You had holed yourself up at the campus library and it wasn’t until your stomach decided to do its best impression of a Harley Davidson that you decided it was probably best to call it a day.

Pulling out your phone you pulled out a delivery app and started browsing the menu for the greek place a block down from your apartment. Flicking through the menu, you contemplated between the Pork Souvlaki or the Chicken gyro...maybe Jennie would be willing to go half and ha-.

You halted on the sidewalk.

Right.

Jennie.

Jennie who is currently still at your apartment.

With Jongin.

Well, shit.

Switching to your messages you sent a text to Jennie.

You: All clear?

You watched with bated breath as the three dots appeared at the bottom.

A sock emoji.

Lovely.

Sitting down at a nearby bench, you began sending out a barrage of texts.

After about 20 minutes of asking around you found out that Jisoo was out of town seeing her parents, Rose’s apartment building was apparently being fumigated for the second time this month and Seulgi was having Irene and Wendy over and you didn’t think you wanted to be part of whatever freaky party those three were going to have.

With every text that came in you felt yourself slowly deflate more and more. Placing your hand in your jacket, you grasped the keys that were in your pocket. They felt heavier than they should be.

There was one other option.

Grimacing, you flushed as you remembered the painfully awkward conversation you exchanged with a particular dark haired man this morning. There was no doubt in your mind that he would be home if you went over now, and you didn’t even want to begin imagining how this interaction will go.

You bit down on your bottom lip in worry as you brain tried playing out the various scenarios in your head. All in all, Kyungsoo didn’t seem to care all that much this morning, but then again when have you ever seen Kyungsoo care about anything.

Come on, think. Well, what do we know...

He is a mutual friend (questionable), for starters. If you both are able to get along with the dumperfire that is your friend group you have to have something in common.. Right?

You stopped fiddling with the keys in your pocket as the realization hit you.

Pulling up your contacts you scanned down the list before pressing ‘call’.

“Oi, Jongin. Does Kyungsoo like Greek?”

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Turns out no, Kyungsoo does not, in fact, like Greek.

According to Jongin, Kyungsoo is obsessed with this weird hole-in-the-wall Italian place that had handmade pasta. What was supposed to be a 10 minute walk ended up taking 45 minutes as you got lost 3 times, and once you finally found the store the doors were locked. What restaurant shuts down from 3 to 5 on a Friday?

Hipster pasta makers, apparently.

It was lost to you what the appeal was, but if there was anything that you learned in the years as a young adult living on their own, it was that there were two sure-fire ways to bond with someone:

Get drunk

Eat good food while drunk

The latter was not necessarily limited to ‘good’ food - after a few shots to you a McNugget is like a Michelen meal. However you had a gut feeling that Kyungsoo wouldn’t be too welcoming if you showed up with tacos and tequila.

So did you wait around for an hour and a half just to order something you could have bought as Lean Cuisine?

You bet your ass you did.

Because nothing says I’m sorry I know we barely know each other but our friends are banging so were kind of stuck together quite like overpriced spaghetti and meatballs.

Adjusting the paper bag in your arms you walked up to the familiar door. Fumbling with the key you finally managed to wedge it open and stepped through the threshold.

Unlike the last time you entered the apartment, this time you weren’t met with silence. The lights were already on and the sound of the TV filtered throughout the apartment. Toeing off your shoes and arranging them neatly next to the pair by the door.

Arms full of take out you were all of a sudden nervous to turn the corner.

You are once again reminded of the fact that you are very much not close with this man and this will probably be the first time you ever said more than 4 sentences to him in one sitting. And now you are about to have dinner together, alone.

"You kind of have to approach him first, and then see how he responds. He just needs time to warm up to you, you'll see"

Kim Jongin don’t you fail me now.

Kyungsoo was sitting on the couch looking at his phone when you entered the living room. He immediately looked up and you watched his eyes widen marginally at your presence, clearly not expecting you back.

“I…” The mini speech you had been preparing during the 12 minute walk to the apartment died in your throat as you made eye contact with the dark haired man in front of you. The look he gave you left you momentarily thrown, it was a look that instantly made you think that he was annoyed with you with the way his eyebrows were drawn and the slight frown tugging at the corners of his mouth.

It wasn’t until you saw Kyungsoo’s eyes slide to the bag in your arms briefly, and the slightest flicker of curiosity gave you the courage to push on.

“Jongin is still my place,” you offered, and watched as his eyes flit back to meet your own.

“So,” you continued, shifting the bag in your arms, “I brought some dinner, as a peace offering of sorts, I guess. I hope you’re hungry, because they gave us enough garlic bread to feed a small Italian village.” you let out an awkward laugh.

Kyungsoo looked at you as if you had grown a second head. You didn’t blame him, but you were too far gone to back down now, even if the man was giving you a shoulder so cold it could freeze Sahara.

Making your way into the kitchen you placed the bag on the counter and began taking plates out of the cabinets, trying to keep your trembling hands busy.

Stupid, stupid, this whole idea was stupid.

As you were transferring the food from the containers you heard a slight rustling behind you.

You almost turned around when you didn’t hear anything else, but then a deep voice spoke up, albeit hesitantly.

“Is that from Giulietta’s?”

Stiffening a smile you did not respond to the man immediately when he materialized at your side.

Humming in affirmation you handed him his plate, which he took slowly, eyeing the food suspiciously.

I swear, this guy.

It wasn’t until you had dished out your own plate that you turned to him finally and gave him what you hoped was a friendly smile.

“So, have you watched the new season of Great British Bakeoff?”

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“Have a nice weekend? Actually don’t answer that, I really don’t want to know.” You didn’t even look up from your laptop as Jennie slid into the seat next to you at your morning lecture.

“Jongin has been doing ballet for years, I swear I never knew a body could bend like-”

“Ew. Gross Jennie, it’s 9AM”

“I have no concept of time anymore, the man wouldn’t let me sleep-”

“Jennifer, please, this is a sacred place.”

“This is Introduction to Environmental Science, most of the people here are too worried about cleaning baby ducks with Dawn soap than to eavesdrop”

Groaning you buried your head in your hands and took a deep breath. You really should have stopped by the Cafe next door and got some coffee, you aren’t nearly coherent enough to deal with this.

“Hey,” Jennie started, pulling you from your thoughts.

“Thanks again for stepping out and giving us the apartment for the weekend, I really appreciate it”

“You’re lucky I like you.

“Oh please-”

“-I barely got out of there alive.”

“Come on, it couldn’t have been that bad.”

It wasn’t, actually.

Last night you and Kyungoo had sat in their living room and watched the Great British Bakeoff while you ate your dinner. You thanked whatever higher power there was that Kyungsoo was not a stickler for eating at the dinner table. Or maybe he was, but also thought this situation was incredibly awkward and also wanted some sort of distraction to avoid having to make small talk.

It wasn’t wholly unpleasant, you actually found yourself mildly enjoying yourself. He was a man of a few words but every now and again he would sprinkle in some choice commentary here and there, making noncommittal noises when a contestant added a new ingredient.

Odd fellow, this one.

He was polite enough to stick around for a couple of episodes before standing and offering to take your plate.

“Would you like something else? Jongin keeps ice cream sandwiches in the fridge”

“Oh...no, I’m ok thanks”

You were absolutely going to have one later.

Giving a curt nod, he walked back to the kitchen to wash the dishes. After a few minutes he returned to the living room, shifting uneasily on his feet. He had this thoughtful, intense expression, almost searching. For what, you had no idea but it made you fidget nonetheless, breaking eye contact and pick at imaginary lint on your sweater.

You were about to make some excuse about needing to go back to the library - because you sure as hell weren’t going to stick around here - when he mumbled something about having papers to grade before disappearing down the hall to his room without another word.

A few more moments passed before you let out the breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

Well, that’s that I guess.

“It went fine. He was...nice”

“Nice.”

“As nice as you can be with a stranger invading your space unnanounced.”

“So dramatic, it’s not like you two are strangers.”

“I don’t even think he knows my name.”

“We have all hung out loads of times before-”

“I have spoken to him more in the last 12 hours than I have in the last 12 months”

“And who’s fault is that? If anything, that's progress, you should be thanking me. Kyungsoo’s a hoot”

You leveled her with a look.

“...have I told you how much I love you today?”

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A/N: Had this in my drafts for over 2 years. Hoping by posting I’ll be motivated to actually finish it~

#muse: kyungsoo #genre: romance #genre: smut #do kyungsoo #kyungsoo fanfic #kyungsoo imagine #exo fanfiction #exo fanfic #exo #kyungsoo #length: chaptered

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samstree · 4 years ago

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random thoughts on Mulan (2020):

1. “The Chi is strong with this one.”

Disney has been making the same movie over and over for the past two years.

2. “They’ll call her a witch!”

The correct response to that should be “What is a wiTcH? Some white people nonsense that won’t even be introduced into our language for centuries to come?”

Of course because Europe used to prosecute women for no reason, they assumed ancient china must have done the same.

3. The two rabbits scene is a nice addition. It is taken from the original ballad, where she stayed in the army for 12 years without being found as a woman.

4. It has been many years since I learned the ballad of mulan in school, still I think the draft system is a terrible one. Demanding one man from each family is a giant waste of potential young and healthy conscriptors.

5. The words on the sword are modern chinese characters, and I’m sure you can find the font in microsoft default.

6. The concept of “孝”(devotion to family) has oppressed women and men for thousands of years in China. It advocates blind obedience to your parents even in adulthood, and that you should live your life exactly as your parents wish because they know better. I cannot believe a movie in 2020 is digging up this word form the grave.

7. “This is my sad face. This is my curious face.”

Girl you have burned yourself. Liu Yifei can act, but she doesn’t seem to be doing it for this movie. She later has the same face while fighting, flirting, and having someone die in her arms.

8. Cricket is so precious! He is perfection everytime he is on screen. Also all the men in the army seem to be experiencing a collective gay panick.

9. Were those mulan flowers where she took a bath in the lake?

10. I like that she took the gender reveal into her own hands. “You will not reach your full potential until you live as you are.” It’s just one lesbien convincing another to come out.

But in the next moment she took off the armor that protects her main arteries. And put down her hair even it might block her vision in fighting.

11. At least a dozen people died from the fireball thing, and they only thought to check Hua Jun after the avalanche. They truely love her him her.

12. The red room Reylo scene but with Xian Lang: “ Join me. We will take our place in the kingdom.” “There’s still hope for you.” “No, it’s too late for me.”

Disney really has been making the same movie for the past two years.

13. This cast is full of lengendary action stars but the fight scenes are quite underwhelming. She can kick everything I guess. Even an arrow. Okay.

14. All supervillains can benefit from Aaron Burr’s advice. Just talk less and murder people already. Most of them would have won a hundred time easily.

15. You see Xian Lang’s change of heart from miles away but still AAAAAHHHHHHasfdjaowoiwhf! The gay is brimming out of my screen.

16. Finally, finally, FINALLY someone else dies in Liu Yifei’s arms for a change. If you are familiar with her early career you know what I’m talking about. Also they are gonna be ride-and-die lesbien lovers in my fanfic.

17. MY QUEEN Wen Ming-Na!!

18. “Rise up like a Phoenix.” from Mulan: The Real Dark Phoenix (2020)

Disney has been making the same movie, and we’ve been watching them for the past two years.

19. She rode from the imperial city to her hometown Fujian like it was easy breezy. Even her hair still had the same curls. All the soldiers also travelled right behind her just to give her a sword.

It is a frigging 2000 miles journey.

They didn’t go like, “hey you want to hang out here until we make the sword so we don’t have to ride across the country?” Also they didn’t catch up with her the entire way, only to make an entrance in front of the whole apartment building.

20. Forgot to mention the matchmaker’s actor Zheng Peipei. She played Yifei’s grandmother many years ago in a tv show. Yifei was still a teenager back then, and her character notoriously died at the end very abruptly (setting a tone for her following career). The show is a period fantacy drama that is mostly there to spite flat-earthers.

21. If I hear the words “Loyal, brave and true” one more time I swear to god

22. The end credit design is kind of awsome.

My view on this movie is mostly critical for many more reasons. They claim to have done justice to chinese culture but it is still a very poor job. Chi is to kongfu as quantum is to sci-fi, just throw the word in when you can’t explain something.

Mulan lives in a Fujian tulou building not because they have done research about the geography, but because it is a random thing in china hollywood hasn’t shot before.

And the “chosen one” narrative seems to be going through a renaissance in the past few years. I really like it when there’s nothing special about our hero, and they also struggle like the rest of us. There is something endearing and relatable about that. But it was taken away from Mulan. Now I guess you have to be special like one in a million, and be the only person who can save the dynasty, just to join the ranks of men.

#Mulan #disney mulan #disney plus #gong li #xian lang #xian lang x mulan #mulan x xian lang #liu yifei #yifei Liu #ming-na wen #mulan spoilers #mulan remake #mulan live action #Aaron Burr #chen honghui #cricket #honghui x mulan #mulan x honghui

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maxwell-grant · 4 years ago

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You are your top 5 Shadow agents

I don’t talk about the Agents as much as I should, even though I constantly try to stress their importance, because I’m working on essays for them individually. To be honest, I think about the Agents practically every day to the point I have a hard time separating my headcanons from the actual canon material, but I have to stay true to it, and the lack of material regarding them means that the only way I can truly talk about their characterization is by diving deep into the novels and taking notes, which I don’t have much time to do, and then finding the right books or moments to talk about, which is even more difficult.

This by no means constitutes my big thinkpiece on them, but it’s a start, and ultimately narrowing it down was a lot harder than I expected. This order is by no means final, if you asked me this question next week or next month I’d probably have a different answer, but it’s the 5 that I find myself thinking on the most.

Honorable mentions: Jericho Druke and Myra Reldon, who are incredibly awesome characters conceptually and who have great moments each, and whom I definitely think deserve big turns on the spotlight if the Agents ever get put on the spotlight again, but are held back by issues with their presentation and lack of prominence. Margo Lane, whom only just narrowly missed the cut because, as much as I like her and think she gets an underseved bad rep and definitely has great things going for her, I sadly have to concede isn’t as consistently great or well-written as she should be. Clyde Burke, whom I definitely like a lot based on what I’ve read and consider an integral part of the line-up, but haven’t read enough of the novels he’s in to really solidify him as one of my favorites just yet. And Slade Farrow, who is a bit too complicated to talk about superficially.

Allright, so here they are

Number 5: Burbank

As the center of all communications within The Shadow’s network and the only character in the series who is even more mysterious and elusive than The Shadow himself, Burbank is fascinating and the kind of character who simultaneously seems to be both begging for an in-depth exploration and yet who also should be dead last on the list of mysteries about the series we want spoiled, because nobody wants the mystery ruined. He’s a bit of cipher personality-wise compared to the other agents, but he kind of has to be, and I think it helps to illustrate the many forms the agents of The Shadow can and should take, that one of them is this total mystery whom we know nothing about and yet is so vital to the whole thing. And it’s interesting also because, for all the many variations we’ve had on The Shadow’s life and thoughts and feelings and etc over the years, Burbank has stayed more or less the same. Whatever variations he’s had in design aside, Burbank just is.

The pulps did often have moments where we would get to see moments that told us a little more about Burbank, gestures he did, capabilities he had and didn’t have, little details Gibson would sprinkle in to keep people fascinated. Several scenes with Burbank are almost presented like you’re watching a movie, in the way Gibson keeps describing his face being mysteriously blocked from view by objects or lighting, like not even in your mind you are supposed to know what he is. And it’s all the more fascinating because, unlike The Shadow, as far as we know, Burbank is just some guy who’s good with tech, who was only recruited in the 2nd story but apparently knows The Shadow from before it, and whom The Shadow entrusted with virtually every secret necessary to keep his operations running.

It’s kind of a sign as to how utterly neglected the agents are that, to this day, few writers who’ve ever touched The Shadow has ever come close to giving us any sort of explanation or backstory or anything on Burbank, and I refuse to believe these people had that much self-control. Of course I have my own ideas for Burbank, but even I would hesitate to put them on a story, because Burbank epitomizes that double-edged sword that comes with a solid narrative mystery. Burbank just is, and hopefully he will stay that way.

Number 4: Dr Roy Tam

Mention of Dr. Tam meant much to Sayre. He was acquainted with Roy Tam, the Chinese physician. He knew that Tam was a power in Chinatown; one who worked for good

Unrolling a map, Tam showed the entire Manhattan area, studded with tiny dots in districts quite remote from Chinatown.

"These represent my outposts," he said soberly. "They are places, owned by Chinese - restaurants, laundries, curio shops, other places of business. In each of these places, I have a friend."

The Shadow understood. Dr. Tam was the motivating factor among the Chinese who adapted themselves to American ways. His mission was to create good will among races, to put an end to prejudice and superstition.

A newer and more sober spirit had replaced the old and dangerous festivities. Feuds in Chinatown were a thing of the forgotten past. Dr. Tam and his associates had done much to bring about the present sentiment; but there were persons - even among that group - who felt regret at the passing of old traditions.

Dr Tam is a remarkably layered character for one that only appears in about ten stories, and he’s one of the agents I’m most eager to discuss in-depth. He’s another one of those agents that Gibson introduced by tricking you into seeing him as a villain, as a Yellow Peril cliche, until he is revealed to be in fact a good man. Not just good, Roy Tam is presented as a powerful, influential and cunning Chinese man with a lot of assistants secretly working for him, and who is consistently presented as a progressive, pacifistic, benevolent civic leader and ally, even friend, of The Shadow.

Tam is very much westernized and the stories paint that mostly as a good thing, and this is one of the areas that I think could very much result in an interesting story that looks at the ramifications of his role, because of course not everyone is going to agree with his viewpoints, of course him being an advocate against superstition and tradition isn’t necessarily a good thing (and it’s not how Yat Soon, The Shadow’s other major Chinese ally, works, which puts the two at odds), and of course it’s a complicated situation, but the fact that Tam invites this kind of debate at all I think is something very interesting

Largely because of the movie, Dr Tam is one of the few agents of The Shadow who’s managed to sustain appearences in modern stories, and none of them have ever really went with his original angle as a powerful civic leader. Instead he’s been largely painted as either a scientist, like in the movie, a general practitioner, and a psychiatrist, and his age has been all over the board.

I prefer him in his original form but I also very much like the idea of Roy Tam being, like the Chinese supervillains he was created to be a subversion of, an incredible genius who’s got skills in all fields that can fit under the “Dr” part of his job and is also an incredibly capable leader able to unify splintered communities under a cause of unity and cooperation, someone who absolutely could be the adventuring genius so many other pulp heroes are, except he dedicates himself wholesale to his community and the fight against prejudice and the betterment of lives, even if he’s misguided or wrong at some of the causes he takes up. I really think this character could partake in really great stories if ever brought back.

Number 3: Cliff Marsland

(Fan-art by @cryptixcreations)

Cliff may have actually been the first agent I really fell in love with based on concept alone, even before I read the stories he was a part of and started loving all of the others. He’s one of the few agents who has prior history with The Shadow and we get ever so tantalizing hints at his background that we ultimately never get to learn about in full. He’s the resident tough guy and underworld contact of The Shadow, which in any other series might have made him the biggest badass and a loner action hero who’s too cool for things like thinking and relying on others for help. But here, trying to be that only gets Cliff into trouble, and circumstances gradually morph him into the series equivalent of a Team Dad.

He was one of the agents who we got to see develop as a character. As he appears more frequently past his introduction, he grows from a headstrong, careless jackass, mostly interested in the action parts of the job, who “resigned himself to an adventurous career with violent death as its inevitable termination”, into one of the most reliable and capable agents, taking the lead during action scenes but otherwise fully defering leadership to Harry, and being the agent most likely to partake in gunfights and rescue The Shadow out of trouble, joining in missions like infiltrating circuses or high-society clubs and forming very strong friendships with Harry, Clyde & Hawkeye, who almost kills a man with his bare hands when he thinks Harry’s been killed. He’s the hardass, square-jawed ex-con who plays the reputation of a brutal killer, and is in reality a great friend, ally and husband (Arline has sadly only been mentioned in three stories), on top of being an invaluable fighter and secret agent.

Cliff could have easily been the protagonist of a long-running series all his own and that’s one of my favorite aspects of The Shadow’s agents. They are people with agency, goals and dreams and relationships and lives beyond the roles they play, they all have strengths and weaknesses and faults and positives that bring them much closer to us than The Shadow could ever be, with no end to the variety of roles they can take, and Cliff in particular is a character I’m very attached to.

I do hope that he eventually found peace in a quiet life with Arline once his business with The Shadow was over.

Number 2: Harry Vincent

The Shadow as a franchise has been vastly worse off as a result of Harry Vincent being completely sidelined and mischaracterized in virtually every adaptation since, and the sheer love that Shadow fans hold for Harry purely may be the closest thing to a true universal opinion in the fandom.

Harry is a lot of things: the audience surrogate, the protagonist of much of the early stories, the leader of the agents in field duty, the dude in distress who gets kidnapped far more than even Margo, a hopeless romantic, an action hero, the one who gets sent to recruit agents because all The Shadow has to do is send Harry on an assignment and wait for him to come back with a new friend. He is a competent, resourceful, strong, extremely kind ball of sunshine who's got the potential for greatness, even if he can't see it.

And for this post I’m going to highlight this: Harry is, on top of all that, the ultimate embodiment of what The Shadow strives to protect, help and uplift. He is the living proof that The Shadow's mission has a good, positive effect in the world, long after criminals are brought to justice and plots are failed and victims are rescued, purely by the fact that he’s alive and helping others who were once like him. Someone who, despite having so much to offer, could have easily been swept away by the world’s callousness and cruelty, if The Shadow wasn’t there to rescue him and uplift him.

I liked The Shadow pretty much at first sight after seeing the character’s design and listening to episodes of the radio show, and my appreciation for the character grew after reading The Shadow’s Shadow, but it wasn’t until I encountered @oldschoolcrimefighters and her brilliantly informative writings on The Shadow and Harry that I not only fell in love with the series, but decided to do everything in my power to try and get other people to love it too and see the potential it has. I think a lot more people should at least be aware of why Harry matters.

Number 1: Moe Shrevnitz

I was honestly a bit surprised when I rounded up all of the agents to make this list and Shrevy here ended up in Number One, but in hindsight, it may have been obvious all along.

My reasonings as to why Shrevy is my favorite agent do get a bit too personal, especially because of something that happened to me as I was writing this post, so I’m putting it on a separate post here.

#the shadow #pulp heroes #pulp fiction #replies tag #harry vincent #moe shrevnitz #roy tam #cliff marsland #burbank

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Devil's Advocate

Tommy x Arabella

Word count- 1.8k

Trigger Warnings- None as such

A/N- It is kind of a rebuilt of a scene in S5 E1 when they all have a family meeting in The Garrison. I've included it just in the starting to form a base for writing the rest of it. I wanted to accommodate my OC in there because it felt right. And yes I always want Tommy to get some sleep. God knows he needs it.

The title is from "Devil's Advocate" by The Neighborhood. Felt good for a title to this. Though I wouldn't say the song itself fits in this scenario.

All settled in the old area of the Garrison when Lizzie spoke up "Can I begin this family meeting with a proposal? From now on we find somewhere else to meet?"

"Your boss believes that being seen mixing with the common people is good politics" said Ada

"Well if it's our campaign for socialism, perhaps next time, Polly, you won't wear earrings worth more than the pub" retorted Roslyn who found a place beside Polly to sit

Arthur occupied a table as well and Tommy took his place standing with a pillar, lighting a cigarette

"Right. Family meeting. First Item. This" Ada slammed a spent bullet on the table "Dug out of our Finn's arm yesterday by Aberama Gold, using your Gin and a razor blade"

"Finn?" asked Lizzie

"He says they were sent to Limehouse, Chinatown" Ada continued

"Sent by fucking who?" asked Lizzie, again.

"Sent by me" Tommy answered "I told Finn to stay outta this. He obviously didn't listen"

He was clearly annoyed

Roslyn just sat there and listened. It wasn't too surprising for her to see that her husband had sent his little brother to do something like that. But she hadn't known about this "What's in Chinatown, Tommy? What is going on?" she asked calmly.

Tommy sighed a little and answered "50,000 pounds, in cash"

"He said they were sent to Chinatown to kill somebody" Ada said

"The kid needs education Tommy, he really does" Arthur was irritated by his kid brother's inability to keep things confidential, ofcourse.

"It was a particular opportunity" Polly started

"A particular opportunity presented to me in confidence, I dealt with it in confidence" Tommy said as a matter of fact.

"How important was it?" Roslyn asked, her voice levelled

"Tommy told me there was a pimp in east London who sold kids" Polly defended

"Fucking kids, right?" Arthur came in

"This pimp was blackmailing a senior member of the house of Lords, a very wealthy man" Tommy tied to explain

"Now this pimp is lying in a ditch, covered in flies. The world is a better place" Arthur supported him, opening a bottle of whiskey

"Holy fuck so now your business is improving the world?" Ada scolded them, very mad that they had sent their little brother to do Blinder business.

"The man we did the job for is a high court judge. We received intelligence from a senior police officer in Scotland yard. I've made lots of friends in London, Men with influence. The Police felt the same way about this pimp as we did" he explained further, again, as a matter of fact "He wasn't worth a trial. The coppers cleared the streets for us. This work was commissioned by a High Court judge, by Scotland Yard and by the House Of Lords"

"It's a particular opportunity. It's not to be repeated" Polly defended him

"And it was the right thing to do" Tommy tried again

"Fucking right" Arthur joined him

"I can't be bothered with this shit" Lizzie muttered, irritated and mad, and left.

Roslyn was mad too, that they had been careless enough to send Finn for this job. But she knew this wasn't to be dealt with that easily "They're right, Ada" she glanced at Ada and then to everybody else as she spoke "If Finn is to take care of that side of the business he'll have to go out, witness and experience how it's done. Dangers and Bullets included, Isn't it?" she gave Tommy a side eye, talking in a dangerously calm tone "Anyway, he's a Shelby. Being afraid of bullets shouldn't be in him. It's only practical"

Tommy, Polly and Ada looked at Roslyn like she'd read verses from Satan's own holy book. Arthur nodded.

Roslyn got up "Now if you'll please excuse me, I am getting late for my train to London", she nodded once at Arthur and Tommy before leaving.

"What's wrong with her?" asked Polly, still a little in shock

The meeting went on till Tommy and Arthur were the only ones remaining, discussing bullets and Chinese

Tommy came home tired, straight from Westminster. The strange interaction with his son left him a bit more drained. Arthur had told Charlie it was in God's hands, the death of his favourite horse. If Tommy believed in God then maybe he would agree with this someday. But he didn't. Couldn't.

He asked for Roslyn the moment he came back inside. He wanted to talk to her about what she'd said in the meeting. It had left him angry and called-out.

He knocked on the door of her study. Walking in before she permitted him to, clearing his throat, found himself a place on the opposite side of the desk.

"Good evening, Tommy. How was your day?" she greeted him, without looking up from her papers.

"Why'd you say that in the meeting?" he asked, totally ignoring the greeting.

"Coming straight to the point, are we?" she said, still not looking up.

He just waited for her to answer.

Roslyn knew what he was here for and there was no use going around in circles.

Looking up, she started to speak, but for a second she noticed how tired he looked and almost wanted to take him to bed to just let him sleep comfortably in her arms. Oh how she wished, she could but they didn't work that way, did they?

"I meant every word I said in the meeting, Tom" she paused in case he wanted to react, but carried on when he didn't "If Finn is to handle that side of the business he will have to face the dangers. He can't sit here protected. No one comes out in one piece handling that side of affairs. You and Arthur, of all people, understand that don't you?"

He just stared at her. She shifted in her seat, leaning in, arms on the desk "Tommy, you and your brothers had to get into dirty business because you didn't have a choice. But Finn has a choice. He is very young and now his family is more than capable of giving him a better life than any one of us has had" she wanted to let it all out "I know you do not want him to get hurt, but if you keep pushing him he will get hurt it's inevitable. He's not like you or Arthur or John"

"What do you imply?" he asked, voice deep and low. Calm.

"I say we send him off to a good university. That's the only way to get him away from the bad side. I'm not saying we send him somewhere far away like America. I say we keep him in Britain. Oxford, Cambridge, London"

He hardly spoke but she could sense the gears of his mind working

"He will mingle with intelligent, brilliant and decent people there. See the world for what it really is. Away from all this dirt. He will take up Law or Commerce. Come back as an asset to the company. Tommy, it's not such a bad idea you know that" she knew he understood the language of profits better, so if she had to use that she would.

Now he nodded, his gaze had shifted down to the desk where her hands lay. He was thinking, gone in his mind.

"Think of him as an elder son of yours"

He looked up at her, hints of sudden anger but an overall understanding

She sat back. Roslyn had said everything she had wanted to. Now it was up to her husband to decide.

"We want people here" he quietly said "To keep the cash coming in"

"I know. But we have Mr. Gold and Isiah for that and we can hire more people. I can give you more of my business. We have alternatives" she said

He ran hand through his hair and face, fingers landing on his eyes. He was exhausted. Spent. From all the thinking.

"You're tired. Go get some rest we can talk about this some other day" she felt like she was talking too much anyway

He laid back in the chair, eyes closed, head resting on the back. Stayed there for a few seconds before getting up.

"I will consider this, Arabella" he said before leaving

"Mrs. Shelby, you could've called me if you needed anything" Frances said, a little worried, when she found Roslyn in the kitchen

"It's okay, Frances. You and the staff can retire for the day. Goodnight" She said with a polite smile. She liked Frances but also disliked her a tad bit because of how nosy she was sometimes. She was Tommy's personal informant in the house.

She nodded "Yes. Goodnight, Mrs. Shelby"

Roslyn had decided to make a calming tea for Tommy. She had it sometimes when she was too tired to sleep. The tea made her relax. She was hoping it would have the same effect on Tommy, though it was questionable.

She put in tea, some herbs she used, lavender and a dash of rum. She even made this tea for Alfie once and he slept like a baby for atleast two hours. A smile played on her lips when she thought of it.

She checked the library first. That was Tommy's sanctuary. She knocked before entering with the tray.

He looked up from his desk, confused, watching her as she kept the tray on the table in front of the couch.

"I made tea" she said, inviting him to the couch with a tilt of her head, while pouring the drink into her favourite cups.

Surprisingly he obeyed. He was a little taken aback because he didn't know she could make tea. Or be that homely. Or maybe he had completely ignored it till now.

He sat to her right. She shifted to the far left of the couch so they weren't too, at all, close.

"Here" she bent to hand him the cup.

They drank the tea in silence.

When they finished, she softly said, while getting up "I drink this tea to help me calm down. If you feel sleepy in a few minutes, just sleep, okay?"

Tommy looked at her get up, laying back on the couch.

She left, hoping Tommy would sleep a few hours atleast. Made a mental note to come check in an hour,

She immersed herself in work because she didn't want to sleep just yet. After fighting sleep for an hour, she finally made her way to the library, praying in her head for him to be asleep.

Much to her shock and relief, he had dozed off. He was sleeping, lying fully down on the couch. She was proud of her tea today because if it could make Tommy sleep, it could make anyone sleep.

She quietly left. Content that he'd atleast get some, if not much, sleep tonight.

#thomas shelby #tommy shelby #finn shelby #peaky blinders #peaky blinders fanfic #tommy x oc #arabella roslyn asheton

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