#but apparently I forgot to right it down on my actual docs

[gilbirda]

Reviewing old docs of mine, I saw a summary of a big prompt from a Jazz/Jason fic I had. I don't remember if it was mine or I copied from you to write later as insp (one day I'm going to post a fic, I swear) but forgot to link the post.

The thing is I didn't find it here, but I could swear I read it here.... So, here I copy of the post? (and sorry if I'm just bad searching if you already had it):

Danny is the rightful Ghost King, but since he's not of age he needs a regent who is a) his species, b) his family, and c) an adult. The only adult haftas are Vlad or this Red Hood guy from Gotham that he's never heard of. Since Vlad is not going to happen looks like it's Red Hood, now how to make the guy count as family...

Jason has had a lot of weird shit happen to him over the years but a woman tracking him down as Red Hood to propose a temporary political marriage so he can be regent of a death dimension until her brother is old enough to rule in his own name is a new one for him. Of course he accepted. The only other option was apparently a creepy uncle figure. He's read enough romance to know a forced marriage of a woman to her creepy uncle never ends well. A forced marriage of a woman to a crime lord doesn't usually end much better, but he's ignoring that for now. He's going to woo and romance his spit fire of a wife with respect, spontaneous poetry, his damn good cooking, and by not being a Darcy. And he is going to rock not just this whole regent thing, but also and more importantly the mentoring her brother and his new ward on how to rule this dimension. Competence is always attractive. He runs a tight ship in his crime empire, surely running a dimension can't be that much harder.

He actually already has a plan on how he's going to handle the whole 'The USA declared war on the dimension he's regent of' thing. It's simple really he goes to the next family dinner and causes chaos. The faces everyone will make will be glorious when he drops that he's lord regent of a dimension, the USA is at war with his dimension, and it's such a shame that no one can meet Jason's wife or ward till there is a peace treaty. Then he just needs to sit back and watch the entertainment as his siblings realize he has forever won the position of favorite child by being the first married and first to give Bruce a grandkid. Also you know the chaos of Bruce willing to wage a one man war if necessary so he can meet his grandson. Jason figures it will take at most a month for the government to cave.

And like a cherry on top he's going to get on a medical treatment plan for the pit. Everything is looking great for him.

Bestie don't worry I found it for you!

It's a submission to my blog!

Also... this is VERY embarrassing for me to admit but, I still have an ask from you with a fic idea and it's been gathering dust in my inbox.

I'm so sorry.

I'll post it and all the different fic ideas people has sent me. They need to be free and I thought I could add something but honestly I haven't been so hot for a long minute.

I'll try to be better about my inbox!

[samthecookielord]

(Intro) - (Previous)

Radar: It- It wasn’t the potion! I think some of the glass hit me when it shattered. That was the part that hurt. Olivia: That never happens to any of us. Radar: Guess I just got unlucky. Olivia raises an eyebrow.

Radar: So what if it hurt, it’s not like I’m a zombie or anything. That would be crazy! Ivor: Well, none of us said “zombie”. Why are you bringing it up? Radar: Because I’m not! Easy misconception! Ivor: Is it, now? Radar: Uh-huh!

Ivor narrows his eyes at you.

Radar: I totally forgot to mention, I’m actually allergic to potions!  Lukas: …How? Radar: It’s, um, the nether wart! I’m allergic to nether wart! And you have to have that in every potion, right?  Petra: You didn’t seem to have much of a problem with it when Ivor ambushed us in the Underneath. Radar: Huh? Petra: The slowness potion. I didn’t see any reaction then. Radar: That’s because you were too slow to notice it! Petra: …Kay.

Petra looks concerned.

Radar opens his mouth to say something else, but instead he stands there awkwardly sweating.

Everyone just stares at Radar before moving on.

You’re unable to go back the way you came, so the only way out is through. You enter the cave, which quickly becomes dark. The torches only last so long, and there are plenty of mobs (that still ignore you. Yep, real good at this being normal thing).

After walking for a while in what should theoretically be pitch dark, you realize. You can still see. Why can you still make out objects when there aren't any apparent nearby sources of light???- oh right you died. Okay! What a fun time to discover a new facet of your strange new existence! Fun! This is great and this is fun! Okay! You look at the others, who are clearly struggling to feel their way around the dark. Well, at least you can freak out a little bit without them noticing!

As you're looking around, you spot a tunnel leading upward, which is probably good. You call out to the others and start heading towards it.

Lukas: You- you can see a way out? Radar: Uh, yeah, I think so. Lukas: But- Petra: Alright let's move first I don't wanna get jumpscared by Ivor for the tenth time in this dump. Ivor: Ah yes, because it's oh so scary when I can't see anything! Axel: AH- oh it's Ivor. Ivor: It seems I can never truly escape my ninja past... Radar: Okay yeah moving on.

Once out of the cave, the others congratulate you for finding the way out! You all stop for a quick break, and you wander off to some trees for some shade and also get mildly spooked by a creeper that, as usual, doesn't react to you. You think about maybe warning the group that there's a creeper, but luckily for them it wanders away back into the trees. Though, glancing at the group... they seem to be giving you a couple weird glances. Well, fair enough, considering how extra weird you've been lately. And then, they approach you.

--Before you can do anything, they ask if you're ready to keep following the trail.

Oh. Huh, okay.

You nod. Still a little tense, you're waiting for someone to say something. Are they waiting for a good moment? Are they waiting for the sun to come down? What's the hold up? You were so sure they finally figured it out...

But nobody ever asked about it. In fact, none of the others ever comment on your vaguely-zombie-like properties anymore. It's... sort of relieving? Ivor accidentally splashes you with a damage potion, which actually works in your favour! When camping for the night, the others seek out a covered area.

...Maybe you could get used to this.

You reach the Farlands.

...

And NOW that's EVERYTHING from the doc. Hope you enjoyed!

(View the beast for yourself in all its unfinished glory)

[lyxvija]

Part II of III Oneshot for 🪐

Okay... I may have forgotten that this was actually really sad. Whoops. It MAY have gotten longer than expected, too... So yeah. Sorry bout that. There is no fluff.... :´)

I gotta warn you... or anyone who read part one:

Tags: cheating, possible break-up and ANGST

(I sometimes forget that my stories tend to be rather dark and filled with Angst. I swear I forgot it was angsty! SO read with caution. : D)

ALSO: If I would proofread that, I´d waste so much time I would rather use for the other Mammon fics in AO3, so you get what Google Docs checked for errors.

PS: OH F---- I saw I cut the One shot off at the "softest" part. (Maybe I drama-lama too much, but part one is tamer)

ANYWAY: Here it is! PART 2

"Yeah! Go home!! Like I need you here! You are nothing without me!! Don't even think you´d find anybody better than me!"

Mammon´s booming voice followed you all the way out. Back in your home you broke down as soon as you closed the door. Never had he screamed at you like this, talked like that to you, insult you like this! Why?!

The voices of your friends telling you Mammon was a toxic ignorant ticking time bomb now all flooded your mind. You were too hurt to even think about calling anybody. The last thing you needed was to hear “I told you so!”

For the rest of the day you curled into your blanket in bed, watched comfort movies and fell asleep with a bag of chips in your hand.

…………………………

The next day you felt miserable. Miserably was an understatement, you felt like trash. No, you did not feel better. Your confidence to face Mammon was zero. In fact, you didn't even want to see him. Maybe you could manage to avoid him for the whole day. The mere thought that he would go on like always, not even miss you, not even think about you made your heart ache.

How you wished that he would come and fetch you, say sorry to you, hug you tight and promise this was a one time thing… but deep down you knew this was just a stupid fantasy.

Work had gone by without any troubles. Mammon was nowhere to be seen, though you heard he will be in the office later. The twins made a remark, asking if there's trouble in paradise. You snapped at them and hushed away, instantly hating yourself for secretly following Mammon's order and to avoid them.

Somewhere around noon a coworker had given you a whole stack of papers, telling you to bring them up to Mammon´s office. You tried to protest, but they were already off. You cursed under your breath and dragged yourself up to his grand office, hoping he´d be away or too busy, so you can just put them somewhere in plain sight.

In front of the massive golden double doors you halted. After a deep breath you quietly knocked on the door. No answer.

You stepped inside and just before you could place the sheets on a nearby cupboard, you heard shuffling from somewhere around the room. You assumed the office was empty after you didn't see him in his chair, but apparently he was around the corner on his sofa, where he sometimes took a nap.

Not wanting to alert him of your presence, you tiptoed back to the exit, but then you heard another sound. Something akin to a groan. When you noticed more loud noises like shuffling, you noticed something was off.

Without thinking, you rounded the corner to investigate.

However what you saw was not what you had expected. Your eyes widened in disbelief. It was as if the air was knocked straight out of your lungs.

Instead of your boyfriend sleeping on the couch, you were faced with something else.

Right in front of you, layed Mammon half naked. Pants halfway down, brown locks between his thighs. His fingers dug into the scalp, as he moaned.

The world was spinning around you. You clasped your hands around your mouth.

Mammons eyes opened slightly, lost in pleasure, when suddenly-

“FACK!” He jolted upright. The shark between his legs letting go of his erected member to look behind.

Tears started to stream down your face, as your heart just shattered in a thousand pieces. Mammon didn't do anything but look at you in shock at getting caught red handed. WIthout wasting another second in this horrid scenario, you took off and dashed out of the office. Away from the two double doors, away from the offices below, away from the facility and away from him.You didn't even hold back. You simply couldn't. Bursting through the crowd, your coworkers and other employees, you screamed and cried.

When you reached home, your heart felt like it was on the verge of breaking. Sliding down the door you had trouble breathing. Everything spun. Your throat hurt as you wailed in pain. The buzzing of your phone made you jolt. When you saw who called you, you threw your phone against the wall. Then you crawled into the dark bathroom, hiding in a corner, hoping…wishing this was all a bad dream.

After what felt like hours, your mental breakdown had died down. On shaky legs you stepped back outside of the dark place granting you cover and comfort. Your phone´s screen lit up. You picked it up and saw five calls and twenty three new messages.

It was him. Some texts and audios. If you thought seeing him like this wasn't like a punch in the guts, the messages truly were. Each one another slap, punishing you for your naivety and ignorance.

“SO WHAT?? CAN´T HAVE SOME FUN ONLY BECAUSE YOU WEREN'T AROUND????????

BITCH YOU DON'T OWN ME

I CAN DO WHAT I WANT DO YOU REALLY THINK I NEED YOU?????

🤣 🤣 🤣 🤣 🤣 🤣 🤣 👌 👌 👌 👌 👌”

The tears were back in an instant. Your legs failed to support you. In horror you listened to the audios. Mammon switched between screaming, cussing at you and laughing. Repeatedly mentioning how he didnt need you and who you think you were for owning him. His laughter was hysterical and cut so deep you didn't know was possible.

Every moment, every passionate night, every tender and living embrace.

It was all a lie. What were you thinking?? What? That YOU really were something special for him? How foolish and naive can someone be?? To think he would really have fallen for you. You refused to play his game so he kicked you out of it. The time he needed to find a substitute for you was another kick in the teeth.

You couldn't breathe and you couldn't think. You threw up and tried to regain your breath.

Dialing a friend's number, you broke down again when you told them everything. In an instant he drove to your place and held you in his arms as you cried and sobbed into their chest. When he said this wasn't your fault, you knew it was a lie. How did you not see the warning signs? Where did you miss them?? You had really thought that this: A relationship with the Sin of Greed, Mammon for fucks sake, could work out?

Needless to say, you didnt attend work after that. You just couldn't. Mammon made sure to send you some dismissive and hurtful texts the day after, then suddenly he stopped. Nobody called you nor stopped by. You knew if he really wanted he could have simply teleported to your place, but now you knew he never would. If you had been worth it, he would have teleported to you after the big fight… but he didn't. How come after the harsh drop into reality, you still hoped he would come back… that he would call? You knew it was idiotic, but you couldn't help thinking about a scenario where things have been different for the two of you…but maybe there never was an us to begin with. Wishful thinking.

Without a job and weeks of fighting with yourself to get out of bed, your friend decided that it was best to have you live with him. One day, he was just there, snatched you, and dragged you to his apartment. You didn't even complain. Your situation felt way less worse after you moved in. One day, when you whined about that, he didn't even message you again. Since he probably has forgotten you already, your friend said they had blocked his number on your phone and in socials. To your surprise, you didn't even bother. It was true… it was the best for you…after all, if he really would have cared for you, he would have shown up, and after all the horrible things he sent, you had your answer….

[danganronpa96]

do you have any unused executions for characters?

While they’re technically not “unused”, I did write down “what-if” type executions for some characters in DR69. I had a doc but I deleted it for some reason, so I can only share what I can remember (warning for themes of suicide for the first one):

Ayano: This takes inspiration from that ‘driving your rivals to murder’ video. Ayano is tied to a chair, and each of the rivals start to torture her in some way. It starts off mild at first, but then it gets worse and worse the more that join in with harsher weapons. When she’s barely conscious, she notices someone there: it’s senpai. They stare at her in full disgust, and begin to walk away. Heart-broken, Ayano attempts to stand up and call for them. Somehow, she’s able to stand up despite being tied before. However, as soon as she does, the floor from underneath crumbles, and a noose she hadn’t realised had been tied to her keeps her in place. She eventually stops moving, and it would pan out from behind similar to how she could drive a person to suicide (i.e. her motive secret).

Nagito: Despite him having an official unused execution, I wanted to make my own one for him more tied to his character. It starts off with Nagito sat in a plane. As the first stroke of bad luck, the Monokuma pilot “accidentally” causes the plane to start to plummet. In good luck, Nagito manages to find the only parachute on the plane and jumps out of the emergency door. However, as his final stroke of bad luck, when he activates it, utensils comically fly out of it. He then plummets to the ground. (I forgot if I added more to this, this is just the main parts I could remember)

The Conductor: Basically, he’s forced to go through the ‘Train Rush’ level himself, kind of like a self-reflection of making other people perform dangerous acts for his movies. However, it’s a lot deadlier than before, and at each turn, director Monokuma keeps making it tougher to get to the front of the train, booing and chastising him for getting caught in traps. When the Conductor finally makes it to the front carriage and presses the button (that’s supposed to call off the explosives), it stops the timer, only for it to then immediately drain down to zero and blowing up the train preemptively.

I apparently made ones for Luigi and Miku too (as in a more killer-type execution for Miku tied to her talent n’ stuff if she was a killer), but I don’t seem to remember them which kinda sucks

I will say that I originally planned for Mario’s execution to involve Monokuma actually controlling him with a game controller, but I guess I scrapped it because I couldn’t be asked to draw something more elaborate for my first ever execution lol

As for DR96, I don’t think I can share anything right now as the story isn’t over yet. But I can when I’m able to!

[girl4music]

SPOILERS FOR ‘WYNONNA EARP: VENGEANCE’.

Doc’s Death. It is indeed a CHOICE to kill Doc off.

BUT … I felt it was the right choice for his own character development to endgame in death after having dodged death so many times already. I felt it made sense. Did I expect it? Certainly not. But I got it.

However, whether it should have happened in the special is debatable for me. It could have just easily have happened in 4x11… because apparently vampires in this Universe are just as fragile as the humans are… unless Emily had just forgotten Mercedes was one. 🤷‍♀️

But then I think about what that would have even accomplished for him to die then as opposed to what it did for him to die in the special. No heroic ending. At the very least you can say Doc died for the purpose of keeping his family safe. It’s just the same as Wynonna would have done - actually attempted to do too - until Nicole narced on her and her and Waverly went to get her back. Saving the hero every now and then is fine and something you would expect they would do if the heroes team love their hero. It’s something they would have of course done for Doc too if Doc had told them.

He didn’t because he believed it was his time and he had all the agency of where, when and how he’d die. And deaths for major characters like that are always fine for me on account of the fact that I understand it because I’d do the very same for my loved ones too.

We all would if we’re any kind of decent people.

But all the character storytelling aside - was it a choice made to shock and shake all in the purpose and effort to get more content to come out of it?

Yes, it was. That’s unfortunate but that’s the business. We can sit here and say “it’s better if they just left it alone” but we knew pretty much from the beginning that this continuation of WEARP was an opportunity to reboot it and we know they all wouldn’t have signed on to do it if that wasn’t a possibility for them. More work, more payment. It’s not shocking by any means.

And I mean if anything - the only one who didn’t do it for that was Tim. But then again - it’s supernatural/fantasy. You can bring characters back if you so wish and I wouldn’t be surprised if this was a pitched story later down the line in Emily’s mind. I hope not though because - as I said - I don’t want to undermine his death and the power of the action he made in dying.

So I see Doc’s death both ways.

The in-show way and the out-of-show way.

My personal opinion however remains the same either way. I believe it was the right choice overall for the character and the right choice overall for the creator.

I acknowledge it’s upsetting and even disappointing.

But ultimately - I don’t agree. I’ll just leave it at that.

I’ve said this before but WEARP has never treated its male characters very well. It has always shafted them.

It’s a feminine show. Should we expect any different? The counterpoint in the storytelling will always go to the female characters because they’re the heroes in it.

At the least - just like Dolls - I’m glad Doc died as one. I didn’t expect it. I didn’t want it. But I’m fine with it.

There’s been many times where characters I love in TV art/entertainment have died. All I really care about at the end of the day is whether I think it makes sense and it’s the right choice overall to kill off a character. Do I like the fact that it’s done so the creator can continue their IP on? Not really. But I’m not shocked that the business is put first. I’d only do the very same as a creator that has the rare opportunity to do and get more out of their creation. So I understand Emily.

However, I do really have to apologize for my earlier behaviour because it was out of line and when I had calmed down and read those posts back - I realized that in my urge and insistence to defend the creators/cast/crew I just forgot that everyone has a right to an opinion no matter how much in disagreement I am on it and that that’s obviously the point when you release content. The audience always makes the judgement.

It just happens to be that MY judgement is positive but there has been many times when engaging with TV art/entertainment when it hasn’t been and I would have never have expected to be treated in that way.

Once again - I’m sorry. I need to “park my temper” for a spell as Doc would say. I’m going to miss him… a lot. But I do believe Doc has “made his peace” and I also believe that we should respect the choice he made so - at the very least - I ask,... Please don’t resurrect him.

There were other choices made in this special that are still odd ones but far less controversial ones I am not even in the slightest in agreement with. Oh well… ✌️

[illegalmushrooms]

shrooooms, the kids miss uu where art thou 😭

... hey!

(incoming yap session, beware)

This is a little awkward. I haven't touched my Tumblr in like, apparently three years. There's some questions in my inbox, but they're so old it feels a bit strange to answer them now, right? 😭

Anyway. It's nice to see you! Whoever you may be! (Are the kids OK?)

Last week, for god knows what reason, I re-donned my mushroom hat (humor me for a moment and imagine a Mario Toad-style monstrosity) and published a new (old) chapter of Don't Leave! (y'all remember that? Does anyone reading this right now remember or know who I am??).

Laying off the parentheses now--I explained in the chapter a bit of the future of the story and what was happening with me. Oh my gosh, is that a conveniently-placed link to the chapter down below?

As I mentioned somewhere in that conveniently-placed link, I'm mostly fine, and there's nothing else I have written for Don't Leave! so far.

Well...

Okay, so that's a complete and utter lie. I do have something written. But I'm afraid it's not very useful.

I actually wrote... a complete, very dramatic ending to the story. It's an interesting ending, to say the least, but of course, the story is nowhere near that point. I'd have to write another thirty-forty-who knows more chapters or something to even reach this supposed ending, and by then I might not even like the idea I have there.

I guess that's not relevant. I suppose the point I'm trying to make is that I never, ever, forgot about Don't Leave! I've thought about it a lot, even when I haven't been writing a single word. I've been reading every comment and message I received across the different platforms, and you know, smiling stupidly at my phone every time. I've totally missed the world of fanfiction! I've missed Bella, the ridiculous character I conjured up within the depths of pandemic-era isolation! I've missed sitting down at my laptop and tap-tapping away and sinking into this wonderful world Togashi made!

So here's what I'm going to say about the story. (This post just gets longer and longer, doesn't it? Sorry!)

As of right now, there is no next chapter.

I can't say when there might be a next chapter.

I can say that maybe, life-permitting, I'll post something in the fall, if I can squeeze in some time to rewatch HxH. I've just... forgotten a lot of the go story's intricacies that an author has to keep in mind to write a comprehensible fic.

That's what I have to say about Don't Leave! .

(and, to anyone who might be thinking of those other fics I wrote, which I highly doubt anyone is... I actually have a few chapters of them simmering in my docs somewhere. But I'm a bit embarrassed about it, so let's consider them dead for the moment, alright?)

Now that I've cleared that up, and some of my conscience along with it, I suppose I'll drop in a tiny life update for any curious souls. I've never disclosed much about myself and I'd like to consider myself awful cool and mysterious, but can I speed run certain vague life events from my past three years?

I... survived a car crash, travelled to new countries and places, moved, wrote a ton (fanfic and general fiction, all of it kind of ass), survived a fire, worked and toiled to the capitalist machine, had a couple mental breakdowns, conquered the mental health, lost it again, conquered again...

...and so on...

What's next for me?

I am hesitant of publishing anything else at the moment. I have a lot of fics I'd written just sitting in my files; everything from miscellaneous anime stuff to Harry Potter to this one reallllly odd story about isekai-ing into Minecraft, of all things. (I actually kind of like that one. Don't know if there's an audience for that kind of thing, though). My writing has absolutely improved since those admittedly rough early chapters of DL (I am ASTOUNDED it ever gained the little audience that it did) but there's still an anxiety I have about sharing my work. Silly, yes, but that's that.

For right now, I have the new DL chapter, I have this long-ass update post, and I have my genuine appreciation.

Much love to anyone who might still care. <3

Until next time?

Illegal Mushrooms

[littlestsnicket]

ahh! forgot to do an update yesterday! 2/2 tasks complete last week, only making 1 extremely vague commitment this week because nona! and rennfaire! and i really need to sit down and write the vote fwd letters

some notes under the cut

last week i ended up adding a whole bunch to what is titled “corset fic (oops)” and i moved the file from g-docs to ellipsus so that’s been a fun experiment. going to mess around some more with the draft and merge functionality this week.

so apparently i am going to actually finish and publish kink fic? is this really kink fic? probably… all good kink fic (imo) has character exploration. also a reminder that it’s a lot easier to write sex when you’re not in your own head about evoking but not mimicking someone else’s writing style. but there’s not that much left… just a few beta notes and one bracket that just says ‘more sex’—which could mean anything in terms of writing effort—and soymimikiu may have distracted me with a research question, but i’m quite happy with what i’ve written and i think i’ll get this done relatively quickly. i’ve been meaning to write fic like this since the one moment in the books where anna henrietta is digging her fingers into dandelion’s arm and stroking him like a pet. yeah… that is a dynamic that does things to me.

more than halfway through nona and it’s eating my brain. i had a realization about the key ‘mystery’ of the book and i can’t decide if i hope i’m right or not. i don’t usually like… engage with stories in a way that i’m trying to work out what the plot twist is but the locked tomb books are so complicated i kind of have to to make sure i am paying enough attention to understand what is happening. these books are insane and brilliant and the way they are crafted… ugh (affectionate).

[geekdorknerdfangirlblogger]

So I finally sat down and watched the Teen Wolf movie, but it's been out long enough that I feel like it's okay to talk about, but just in case... 🚫*spoilers ahead*🚫

WHAT THE ABSOLUTE FUCK WAS THIS?!?!

1st complaint: literally every single romantic relationship for Malia has felt incredibly forced, even in the show, but none more than whatever the hell she and Parrish had! I might except some arguments for Stalia, but I always knew Stydia would be endgame...

Speaking of Stydia... let's talk about my 2nd complaint which is that trash throw away ✨️reason for Lydia leaving Stiles✨️ "idea" are you- are you really telling me, the girl that was able to convince a whole group of people and HIS FATHER that Stiles even existed after everyone forgot him and was able to bring him back into existence would just... leave him after a DREAM?!?! She fought against everyone telling her she was crazy for remembering someone who supposedly never existed, but she wouldn't fight for a reason to stay with the love of her life??? Cause that's not the Lydia I remember! She was stubborn, brave, and most of all she believed in her ideas cause she knew how smart she was! This just seemed like the "must use woman's pain to further plot" trope. On top of having a reason for Stiles not to be there since Dylan couldn't be in the movie.

3rd complaint: did none of the relationships the show workout or something? Like... why did Scott AND Argent not want Melissa to know they were in town? Argent and Melissa were so cute! She helped him heal and move on, he actually liked and let her be the strong independent woman she always was. I don't particularly care that Allison came back, I wasn't crazy about how they handled it, but whatever. I think Allison would've been happy to see her dad happy again after how he was after her mom died and then eventually her... instead of lonely and grieving his life away.

But no, Melissa and Argent gone.

But also Stydia... gone.

Scalia... gone.

And from what little I gathered Ethan and Jackson are... something. But Jackson is apparently comfortable just being gone and lying to him about why.

Speaking of being gone... onto my 4th complaint! ALL OF PETER HALE'S CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT WAS JUST GONE!!! Like they had me in his first scene with the blow torch, that was just regular old sassy Peter, but then he was just all Gung-ho for killing Allison and right back to his revenge filled ways. He was so protective and ready to finally be a dad for Malia at the end of the show, granted he still had a long way to go, but he was finally fighting with the pack and mending his relationship with Derek. When Scott is monologuing at the end of the final episode he says "Now we have allies who used to be enemies. We have protectors." And it cuts to a clip OF PETER FREAKING HALE!!!!! Like I wasn't expecting perfection, Peter was always a bit of a d*ck, but for all of his progress to just be gone was heartbreaking. Only redeeming part was the cigar and blowtorch bit because it had so much Doc Ock 2004 vibes.

And finally Derek... I just- I can't... I know it's cliche and cringey to say, but this movie is not canon for me. Because if it was, that means I would have to admit all the garbage I just watched was real. And I will not accept that. Most of all Derek's fate... Just no.

Anyway... I could continue, but I would be going on forever with complaints. The way I see it is, I still love the show and I will still watch it. This movie doesn't exist and the characters are all still out there together living their best lives as they should be.

The End.

[knickynoo]

Back to the Future: The Animated Series, s02ep01 “Mac the Black” Review and Commentary

Previous episodes linked here.

In this episode: Marty is a liar, liar, pants on fire, Doc and Clara seriously need to work on keeping the DeLorean locked up, and I am nearly broken by the funniest scene this goofy cartoon has ever done.

Took about a month off from doing these reviews, but I'm back and ready to tackle season 2. I still don't know if Tumblr fixed the issue with the photo and gifsets getting messed up (and won't until I post this), so if the images are getting stacked again, it isn't my fault.

Let's jump right in.

Doc's season 2 opening broadcast begins on a deserted island, on which Doc has become stranded while attempting to sail to Jamaica.

He was trying to follow the same route a pirate did in the 1600s—using only his sail and the wind to guide him. It did not go well. Doc lets us know that he forgot to bring along a compass. What a goofball.

His predicament reminds him of something, and he says, "You know, at one time, my son Verne wanted to be a pirate. Well, actually, what he really wanted was an earring. Or was it a tattoo? This one's a bit complicated, so I'll let Marty explain it." This then brings us right into the cartoon, where Marty takes over telling the story.

Hope you get off that island, Doc!

As we head into the cartoon portion of the episode, Marty tells us that the whole thing started when he lied to Jennifer about a concert. *sigh* If anyone was hoping that Season 2 Marty would be better than Season 1 Marty, I regret to inform you that we're not off to a great start. You see, Marty was supposed to get tickets for himself and Jen for the "Walk DMC" concert (ha! clever), but he didn't. In fact, we learn that Jennifer had asked him two months prior to get the tickets, but he forgot. So far, this is typical Marty behavior. He tries to smooth-talk a guy who works at the concert venue and explain his sad story. Because apparently, it wasn't just that he said he'd get the tickets. He told Jennifer he was "a friend of a friend of the drummer" and they could get front-row seats. He also told her they could join the band's after-show party and have pizza with them.

You lie?? You tell MULTIPLE LIES to Jennifer?? Jail for Marty.

The worker responds by tying a nearby garden hose to the railing to craft a large slingshot to put Marty in and catapult him away. And you know what? Good for him.

After flying through an alleyway and crashing into several garbage cans, Marty lands in front of Jen wearing a look of shame on his face and a banana peel on his head.

So sad. Poor little garbage-covered banana-head boy. Maybe don't tell lies; ever think about that?

Jennifer asks why Marty couldn't just remember to buy the tickets in the first place. Instead of owning up to his forgetfulness, Marty doubles down and lies even more, trying to convince Jen that the whole band got sick and had to go home. She is not happy with him. The jock from last season who Jen was tutoring (Kelp) comes by then and asks her if she's doing anything tonight. "Yes, I'm saying goodbye to Marty McFibber," Jen replies as she hops into Kelp's car.

Wonderful. 10/10 reponse, Jennifer.

We leave Marty running after the car as the scene transitions to Doc's house, where he's working on a machine that will help them all with the tedious process of canning all the tomatoes from their garden. As expected, it malfunctions immediately. Doc gets sucked into the machine, and IT CANS HIM.

I need you all to understand how long I laughed at this scene.

Please. I—

That is a whole entire man in that little glass jar. Look at him!! He is just sitting on the counter inside a container! Doc can be easily stored in a cupboard now!! Even though the quality is terrible, you can see the distress on his face. This machine seriously just sucked him up and smooshed his 6'1" frame into a jar!!

The series should have ended right then and there, with this being the last scene because I don't think there's anything that can possibly come close to this in terms of cartoony humor. It can only be downhill from here. I had actual tears in my eyes while trying to grab these screenshots.

After freeing himself from the jar, Doc discovers that the problem was due to a washer being missing from the machine. He soon finds it when Verne wanders in showing off his cool new earring (made using the washer and a piece of bubble gum).

Verne explains that he wants an earring so that the cool kids will stop teasing him for always wearing his coonskin cap. Clara and Doc forbid him from piercing his ears, and Verne stalks off angrily. He puts on the TV and starts watching a pirate movie, which gives him the idea that he'd be able to get an earring if he was a pirate. Uh oh.

Verne sneaks out of the house to steal the time machine, which he does a lot, by the way. You'd think that Doc and Clara would have that thing securely locked up given their youngest child's tendency to just take off into the night like that.

As he's speeding off down the road, Verne runs into (and almost runs over) Marty, who is sadly walking down the road. Marty cheers up at seeing his little buddy and asks Verne to give him a ride to his car. No, "Hey, Verne, what are you doing out all on your own?" or "Whoa! You're eight-years-old; you shouldn't be driving!!" He just. Gets in the car and lets Verne continue to operate the vehicle.

Verne is happy to give Marty a lift to his own car, except he has to run an errand first. The display panel has been set for the Caribbean in 1697, and Marty is pumped to go hang out at the beach. He makes zero attempts to talk Verne out of this.

After arriving and donning some time-period appropriate clothing, the boys head straight into town, where Marty immediately gets himself into trouble. He overhears a pretty girl named Maria talking about how she can't return home to Spain until she meets the man of her dreams she's been waiting for: Mac the Black. Marty decides it's a very good idea to pretend he's Mac the Black (on account of he and Jennifer had a fight, remember? So, I guess he's just decided to throw the whole relationship away and pursue a relationship with the first girl he meets in 1697.)

Well, it turns out that Mac the Black is a wanted man, so a bunch of guys with swords chase Marty all around for a while. He then meets a group of pirates who are honored to meet him and have traveled far to find him. They've got a whole crew and a ship, and they put him in command of it and carry him off.

Meanwhile, Verne comes across a flyer advertising a cabin boy job on pirate ship. "Low wages, bad food, free earring," the paper says, and Verne is thrilled. He ends up on the same ship Marty is on, though Marty is less than enthused about the situation. He wants to just get back home and suggests he and Verne sneak out using a smaller boat.

Verne refuses to leave without his earring, though. Marty is soon informed that they're heading to "Smiling Skull Island" to meet up with some of his "old crew." After arriving, Marty's act swiftly falls apart when he's met by the REAL Mac the Black. After a series of truly ridiculous events, Marty and Verne are captured and forced to walk the plank. They're saved from their fate at the last minute when the Spanish army attacks.

We learn that Maria, who Marty had met earlier, is actually "Special Agent Señorita Maria Estrada of the Spanish Armada." She's been trying to capture Mac the Black—along with the stolen Spanish fleet's ship—and thanks Marty for his help.

With all the peril finally behind them, Marty and Verne hop back into the DeLorean and head home. Marty has learned a very valuable lesson about telling lies, and we get a scene of him and Jennifer on her porch, where Jen is finishing reading an apology letter Marty has written to her.

"Oh, Marty, that's the sweetest letter you've ever written. The longest, but the sweetest," Jen says as we get a look at her entire porch filled with paper. Marty had a lot to apologize for.

Also, I still don't understand why Jen's character design looks like that. That is NOT Jennifer.

We return to Real Doc, who is still stranded on the desert island. He spots a ship in the distance, but it turns out to be a pirate ship that's about to shoot a cannonball at him. This brings us to our experiment portion of the episode, where we learn how to make a "cannon" using a soda bottle, vinegar, baking soda, and a cork. Watching it in action made me have fond memories from my youth of dropping Mentos into bottles of diet soda and watching it explode in the backyard. Good times.

After the experiment, we go back to Doc for a moment. He announces that he's off to the store to buy the supplies to make a soda bottle cannon to fire back at the ship (this man has problems). The pirates fire at Doc but miss, and he sticks his tongue out and blows raspberries at them in a taunting manner. The episode ends there. Doc's just. He's stuck on that island, I guess.

This was a weird one. Not really that enjoyable on account of Marty being (as usual) terribly out of character. Unfortunately, this is just Who He Is in the world of the cartoon. Very sad. I also am disappointed that we only got a few seconds of Clara and Jules. But the scene of Doc in that glass jar was phenomenal. Five out of five stars.

Join me next time to see Doc run into an old enemy from college who tries to eliminate him, Jules, Verne, and Marty by luring them into an active volcano.

[thetruthaboutnolan]

Alright another Q&A since I keep getting DMs on here about it. Though almost forgot the password to this blog as I only log into it on my phone but typically always switching the account on the phone between the two mains and my code/theme maker blog.

IS THAT STEWIE PERSON PRETENDING TO BE A DECEASED PERSON??

Yep, they are. Didn’t really learn about it til a few days ago. Apparently the person running that blog who is the same person running both the ‘accountability’ blog and that drama rpt blog is pretending to be someone I used to know, was friends with, and spoke to on a daily basis who is no longer with us. Won’t go into details but eight years ago there was a car accident and they are gone. This crazy person is apparently so obsessed with me that they are going that far. The reason for it being that she finally had to admit that I SHOCKER have friends and people that support and help me out. That the majority of people that interact with me happy we are friends. So naturally, pretend to be someone I knew going postal on me is the next ‘logical’ step. Of course the fact she is pretending to be the age that person was 10 years ago and not knowing she is gone were things this sick psychopath didn’t uncover.

Didn’t know of the blog til a week ago or something. Some messaged me about it, saw their intro post and that they apparently were tagging me and another blog in a bunch of rants. Just laughed, shared it, then blocked. Forgot all about them til I got an email that they wanted to share my hollow grove Google doc on one of the accounts I publicly revealed and changed the name to the guy these stalkers fell into the trap of thinking I am. It’s nice to know the traps are working but wait, I have to change the name now. I have a few minutes to kill for a bit of fun with this stalker. It will get boring though, you can only have someone fall into the same trap and show they are stalking ‘your’ ‘real life info’ so many times before you have enough for an RO and to make tumblr get off their lazy asses.

WHY DO THESE PEOPLE HAVE A HATE BONER FOR YOU??

I’ve summed it down to three things. Jealousy, ego, and victim points. They really are the only things that make sense. Some where some how, someone noticed my success. Be it how well I code, how many people interact with and love to plot with me, something. Maybe I even just slightly annoyed them at some point. Anyway, they let eventually get insanely jealous of me and they all go stalker. My motto has always been to ignore anyone I don’t get along with. I can exist in the same space as someone I don’t like, or even hate, and even those that I just find annoying. It’s just as easy as ignoring and blocking them.

That’s where the ego part comes in. Because I don’t just disappear and 99% of people I interact with have nothing but good things to say about me they can’t stand it. They have to be right and get rid of me or at the very least tarnish me in the eyes of others. There is no actual proof of anything, no records, and no one that can back up anything. So the victim points comes into play. Tumblr is a haven for ‘I’m a victim of the universe and my life being crappy isn’t my fault’ types of people. Instead of improving their lives they rather bitch and complain and blame it on others online. So naturally minor annoyances turn into Shakespearean dramas and stories can be made up without a shred of proof but you’re an ‘ist’ this or ‘phobe’ that questioning this lack of proof.

IS IT ALRIGHT IF I ASK YOU TO GET MY INFO OUT?

Haha I’ve done it a couple times for two different people. Only the most recent time is known to these people since like always, they don’t dig into anything that doesn’t suit their narrative. I suppose I can but even I can change my ‘personal info’ to be so many different people and only if you’re sure you don’t mind these people digging into your real life business as that’s what will happen if I’m the one using your info.

Admittedly, it has been great keeping my own stuff private and away from these people. A little annoying I had to move all my personal things to new accounts but what was an hour of work compared to helping out people that need it?

YOU’RE NOT AT ALL WORRIED ABOUT THESE PEOPLE??

Of course not, they’re my fans. It is obsessive and unhealthy but it’s how they want to fulfill their life and make themselves happy. Although I will admit even as a bisexual person who’s engaged to a man. Having a collective of women always thinking about me, talking about me, and obsessing over me is a bit of a confidence and ego boost. I’m more than happy to be that ray of light and hope in their lives. If they want to hate me to avoid hating themselves then have at it. Eventually you’re going to have to look in the mirror and face the fact you’re the problem with your life not some Internet stranger. I’m apparently already like 6 other people so just heap on a lot of other names to mine.

But in the end I simply don’t have the time, effort, or desire to even care about it. The only ‘evidence’ that exists on my happened 10 years ago and 95% of the drama people involved have actually stated was made up, connected me to only because they had a one sided fight with me or they blew up from something minor to get rid of me. I’ve had multiple successful groups of my own and been on others. I run two groups right now, I run classes over discord for people, I have a job, and an engagement to occupy my time along with hanging out with friends. My life is good and I have too much fun on and offline to care about what some lonely, sad, unfulfilled and bitter 40 something are doing.

My process with these people is simple. Someone tells me there is a new hater blog. I think ‘oh another fan, this should be fun’ glance at it really quickly and debate if it’ll piss then off more if I block them or don’t. On one hand they assume if I blocked them I read everything they posted and get their jollies. On the other, one of the only two types of notifications I get reblogs or messages (yes there is an option that turns off tumblr notifying you when you’re tagged) are still open to them. Then I either block and close the window or just close the window and go on with my life. A couple of members have pointed out that the blog pretending to be my deceased friend types, talks, and is active at the same time as that stewie blog is so…….. yeah.

Even more so when I can just do what the other people they went after do. Make new accounts and go on as someone else. Hell I can even go by No or Lan and use all the same face claims just slightly different names and they wouldn’t have a clue it was me. That’s kind of what I do on the three groups I’m on right now that aren’t mine that friends asked me to join but use a different name so they could I’m not be touched by that drama as one of these people is in the group.

[sarah-dipitous]

Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 141

Slash Fiction/Vincent and the Doctor

“Slash Fiction”

Plot Description: Once again on the FBI’s Most Wanted list l, Sam and Dean seek help from a friend of Bobby’s when two Leviathans go on a killing spree as Sam and Dean

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: for the first time and given a universe where what the Winchesters face is real, my daily life is the subject of the first five minutes. And…if a leviathan decided to rob my branch, make everyone in there cower in the safe deposit box vault room, and then open fire? No. I don’t think i would survive

This leviathan they caught is pretty funny ngl

Ok. That tracks. He was able to get the boys’ aliases from when their souls were in Cas…that’s how he got the hit on the credit card Sam used

Bobby’s friend is…interesting, to say the least. A lil paranoid

Aw man. No more classic rock aliases. It’s a cash only existence for them now. And electronics? Forget about ‘em

Apparently, decapitation does SOMETHING to the leviathans

Oh nooooo not Babyyyyyy. Poor Dean

Bobby has a therapist?

Alright. Them playing Leviathan who HATE their actual characters IS pretty funny. JESUS. Deans not gonna get that burger he wants so bad

Uggggghhhhhhhhh hate when they download all the info on the person they’re pretending to be

THEY FOUND SOMETHING BY ACCIDENT???

Oh fun!! The leviathans are cops now…aaaaaand they’re back to being the boys

Oh no…is this one going to spill the beans about Amy to Sam? Yup. Thought so.

Dean. That shouldn’t feel good. You just decapitated “yourself”

Are those FBI agents ALSO leviathan?

Ok Bobby and Jody are pretty cute

I knew at least one of them was a leviathan

There’s so much I forgot about this plot line. Is the PRESIDENT a leviathan? Or is he just running for it?

Hey!!! Crowley!!!

Mmmmm…there it is. Omg, the way they keep splitting up. How many times is this? And how many times has that been the right move? Oh, none?

“Vincent and the Doctor”

Plot Description: Terror lurks in the cornfields of Provence, but only a sad and lonely painter can see it. Amy Pond finds herself shoulder to shoulder with Vincent VanGogh in a battle with a deadly alien

I. AM. READY. TO. CRY. (As long as “max” doesn’t fuck up too bad)

The Doctor and the tour guide complimenting each others’ bow ties ❤️❤️

I love seeing them bring all the VanGogh paintings to life

Omg Doc…just say you’re jealous of Amy and Vincent getting along.

LEAVE VINCENT ALOOOONE. HE DIDNT DO ANYTHING. This isn’t his fault

It’s not every day you get to watch the Doctor make a fool of himself while the person he’s helping gets to be the hero, but Vincent’s the only one who can see the alien, sooooooo

(Omg max is so laggy)

Shut. Up. The impressionists were proper painters. You ass

Oh. Amy among all those sunflowers is such a pretty picture

Oh I want to give a long dead painter a huge hug

But now he’s ready to take on the alien. With his paints and canvas in hand

I love when characters who are used to doing things really quickly have to slow down. They get so annoyed. Aang did it when Sokka forced them to walk instead of flying on Appa, and now the Doctor is experiencing linear time. But like…he says this as though he’s never had to stay in places for a few hours

When the historical figure falls in some type of love or admiration for the companion>>>>

I rag on spn for having monsters that look like humans all the time but I also gotta say something about how you only ever see this alien when it’s not engaged in combat with a character. Like, neither can be on screen at the same time

The Doctor calling Vincent Rory 😭😭😭

Oh, it was alone and frightened and it couldn’t see…and now it’s gone

They have such nice moments. Like this one in the field where he describes the sky to Amy and the Doctor

It’s so weird to see them take a historical figure to the “present” (2010). Omg, him just wanting to ask about whatever electronic device that was and the Doctor dismissing it as unimportant

Yeah. 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

That man just had the weirdest and most wonderful day at work and…he’ll never really know it

Oh Amy…your optimism and it getting crushed

I’m getting so worked up over the “for Amy”

[secret-engima]

@a-world-in-grey I can’t for the life of me find some of my HCs about Galahd Colors for braids and I KNOW I screwed up Nyx’s braids in Calling for Rain verse.

Pls, do you happen to remember what combos I said were for mourning and which were for a vengeance braid? I am blanking and Tumblr is playing hooky with my search bar.

Or link me the post that is in so I can copy it onto my docs properly? ^^;

[serostuffsmh]

debt collection | geto suguru

content warnings: established relationship, power imbalance, mentions of death, suggestive implications, groping, no pronouns given to reader, pre cursed child arc

description: you unknowingly agree to take on a man’s debt to geto

I.

A young man with a curse clinging to his waist had come in the temple that afternoon. Soma, he believes his name was. Just from a glance it wasn’t hard to presume he was in dire straits. 

Soma had keened on and on to Geto about his troubles while he graciously listened, acting as his false persona of a self-proclaimed Bhikkhu and the one who non-sorcerers liked to call, “Buddha himself.”

While listening to the particularly boring sob story, Geto needed to remind himself that Buddhism teaches that patience was a virtue. It was vital in order to achieve enlightenment.  Although, Geto had begun to suspect Buddha himself never had to deal with something so tedious when he preached such a ridiculous notion...

“I can hardly stand for too long, and I can’t even keep food down. I haven’t been eating right in weeks.” Pulling up his untucked button up, he pointed to his prominent ribs as emphasis. 

“I tried going to the docs, but they say there’s nothing wrong with me! I heard you’re the spiritual priest that can help though, right? I spent my last paycheque here and I don’t know who else to go to.”

Pretending to mull over his thoughts, Geto leaned his head in his hand. “I see…” 

The dark circles of weariness in his eyes from days without sleep were apparent as were the thinned cheekbones from malnutrition. Without a sorcerer's intervention, it would be a slow death. Not that he cared about the life of a monkey.

Geto eyed the curse that was digging its fingers into the man’s abdomen. At first glance, he guessed it was a fourth grade. It was scrawny and parasitic in nature, much like fly head.

Too weak, he thought. There would be no use in going through the trouble of using his technique on something so puny.

“Manami, how much did he give you?”

“Sixty-five thousand yen.” She stated plainly.

Unimpressed, the polite smile on Geto’s face fell and so too did his facade of a benevolent Buddhist priest.

“Hmph, that’s all? Not enough.” Waving his hand in the air, he signaled the man to leave.

“What? No, please, it’s my rent! It’s all I have!” Blurting out, he took uneven steps forward before clutching his side and stumbling over his own feet. It was a humiliating sight to look at and Geto almost wanted to laugh.

Instead, he scoffed at his pleas. “It’s scraps, and like I said not enough. I suggest leaving now.”

“I can try paying you more when I have some!” Desperately clasping his hands together, Soma begged further in hopes of changing Suguru’s mind.

What’s a promise worth from some m—

“Your promises hold no value to me, and it would be a gamble to accept. Try to understand.” He said, not bothering to hide the condescending nature of his words.

“Suguru…” 

Failing to notice your presence beside him, Geto had forgot you decided to attend this appointment with him. When he looked at you, your face was scrunched up in remorse like you were actually taking pity on this animal.

“Please, help him.” Your voice was low and pleading.

Don’t look at him like that now...

Advocating for the life of an afflicted monkey would have been laughable, if it weren’t you speaking on their behalf.

Sighing half-heartedly, he raised his arm. “Hold still.” 

Before anyone had the chance to blink, the curse had been removed from him and absorbed into a pitch-black sphere that rested in his hand.

Soma quickly checked over his body with his hands and immediate relief washed over his face and relaxed his shoulders as if an enormous weight had been lifted from him.

Falling to his knees he presented himself in dogeza fashion towards you both, pressing his forehead to the tatami flooring as a sign of gratitude. Geto almost wanted to roll his eyes at the sight but at the very least, the monkey had known his place.

“Thank you!” He had exclaimed.

“The one you should be thanking is my spouse.” Had you not been present, he would have let the curse kill him or maybe done it himself.

“Yes, of course! I can’t thank you enough!”

II.

There were no other hiccups that day, every other client had paid their dues and minded their manners in the temple. Even you had been keen on staying quiet after what happened and when the sun began to set, Geto had dismissed everyone from his company.

Upon hearing his announcement, you had also tried sneaking away from his side. But before you could slip out of the door, he called for you to come back.

As if caught in headlights, you froze upon hearing your name. He watched you hesitate but nod and eventually drag your feet to meet him.

Sensing that you may have been anxious about facing him after earlier today, he offered a fond smile that was only saved for you.

“Come sit with me.” Prompting you by patting his thigh.

Once within arm's reach, he pulled you down to him. Seating you comfortably in his lap, he embraced you closely from behind. Enveloping your form in the thick blue fabric of his yukata.

Happy to have you in his arms the corners of his lips tugged into a smile. Tenderly parting your hair aside, he tucked himself just beneath your earlobe.

“My dear, dear, [first]...” Geto sighed into the taught skin of your neck.

“I’m disappointed in you.” He hummed in your ear. The tone of his voice contradicted his words. 

Although, he could never truly be angry at you, he often played coy to mask his displeasure. Even as his spouse, you were not immune to his targeted teasing. In fact, you were his prime victim when he was in a playful mood. Whether it was prodding at your cheeks or listening to one of his tongue-in-cheek taunts, you fall prey to most if not all of it.

“You shouldn’t have spoken for that animal.” Even now Geto couldn’t hide the distaste in his voice as he spit out the last few syllables. 

“He needed your help.” 

Ignoring your comment, he instead chose to dramatically slump his shoulders on top of your figure. This conversation seemed to be going nowhere quickly. You were far too altruistic towards others, a fine quality he’s willing to admit but bothersome in this case.

“Hmm, I did always find it hard to say no to you.” His cheek now resting on your shoulder blade, he caressed the sides of your arms aimlessly.

Earlier that afternoon, he remembered a fine idea had crossed his mind after he had agreed to remove Soma’s curse.

“I’ve decided that you will resume his debt and pay me in full instead.”

Of course, by no means was he going to make his little spouse a debtor and pay the remaining sum with money. He would have been no better than a loan shark. What kind of husband would he be if that were the case? No, he would be paid back by less conventional means. Certainly, more pleasant and he thinks you would agree.

“What?” You shifted yourself in his lap to look at him from the corner of your eye.

The coquettish expression on his face was blatant enough to tell of his intentions.

“You heard me. I need to get what I’m owed. One way or another.” Trailing his hands beneath your shirt, he squeezed at your sides. Enjoying the way your body instinctively shudder beneath him.

That worthless monkey gave him something of value after all. What was a few hundred thousand yen in comparison to indulging himself in your private company. No, you would be well worth more than that. Absolutely, priceless, he thinks.

“It would be in your best interest to take responsibility, don’t you think?”

[rnelodyy]

c!Dream and the rules

(/dsmp /rp, all names refer to characters, not content creators)

I think one of the most striking parts of Exile is something that I rarely see talked about, and it’s Dream’s rules. Or rather, how his rules were made to be used as justification to hurt Tommy.

The thing about exile is that, outside of the initial rule of “Don’t go back to L’Manburg”, Dream never told Tommy the rules, yet constantly operated under the assumption that Tommy already knew them, and had accepted them. The rules also changed constantly, without Tommy ever being notified until he was already in trouble.

The second time Dream told Tommy to put his armor in the hole, he didn’t tell Tommy to do that right away. Instead, the conversation went like this (slightly edited to remove stammering and unrelated dialogue).

Dream: Do you have, uh… something you wanna put on the floor here? Tommy: Yes. (drops two pieces of red concrete as Dream digs a hole) Dre-eam! You’re evil. You’re evil. Dream: Anything else, Tommy? Tommy: Nope! Dream: Oh c’mon, I know there’s something else you wanna drop down here. Tommy: (panicking slightly) No, there… (messages BBH “take this and run”, throws him the disc BBH had gifted him earlier) Um… I don’t reckon there is! (pause) Dream: Okay, are you suuuure? Tommy: YES. Dream: Alright… How ‘bout your armor, Tommy? Tommy: Well, no, this is- I actually earned this myself. Dream: I know you did! Tommy: Leave me alone. Dream: Just drop it in the hole, Tommy. Tommy: Wh- no, NO, you can’t just come and demand things from me! I’ve been exiled, I’ve done your shit, what do you mean?! Dream: (sing-song) Tommy… Tommy: What? (Dream hits Tommy with his axe, taking over half his health) Tommy: (screams, drops his armor) OKAY OKAY OKAY OKAY OKAY OKAY OKAY!

The only rule Tommy was aware of at this time was that he wasn’t allowed to go back to L’Manburg. Dream had taken his armor the night before, but there was no indication that he expected Tommy to do this constantly. Taking his armor upon initially arriving at Logstedshire made some kind of sense, allowing Tommy to keep it would run the risk of him trying to fight his way back into L’Manburg. Taking his new, very shitty armor (seriously it was an iron chestplate and a pair of golden leggings he got from a ruined portal chest) made no sense at all, so the fact that Tommy was confused and refused to cooperate at first isn’t unexpected in the slightest.

And the thing is… Dream was aware of this fact. Throughout the conversation, he never really sounded annoyed, and was actively teasing Tommy at times. This isn’t a good thing btw, it’s a sign that he was fully aware that Tommy didn’t know what he wanted from him, and that that would create a situation where Dream could “put him in his place” as it were.

If you’re a parent, and your kid does something that’s not allowed, without knowing it’s not allowed, you don’t start off with a beating. You sit them down, calmly explain the rules to them and explain why those rules are there, then send them on their way with the knowledge that they shouldn't do it again.

This interaction wasn’t an instance of Tommy acting out and Dream correcting him. This interaction was a trap. Dream set Tommy up to fail by not telling him the rules beforehand, and when Tommy offered even the slightest bit of resistance and asked why he needed to drop his armor, Dream jumped straight to beating him. It’s a powerplay, plain and simple.

This is demonstrated again with the destruction of Logstedshire. Dream got pissed that Tommy disobeyed him by having hidden chests with gear under his house, and retaliated by destroying everything Tommy had built, destroying every item he’d collected, killing his pet and only foodsource, barring him from the Nether, banning everyone except himself from visiting, and telling him to start over from scratch after a whole lecture about how Tommy betrayed him.

Again, I wanna point out some specific lines from this lecture that illustrate my point very well.

Dream: You were lying to me! You were lying to me. Tommy: No- Why was I lying?! Dream: What do you mean, why were you lying?! Tommy: I wasn’t hi- I wasn’t- Dream: You hid things in a chest knowing they were things I wouldn’t want you to have! And you hid it in a way that way I would never find it!

Except Tommy didn’t know that. The contents of the stash were all items that Tommy had obtained previously without any issue (diamonds, emeralds, iron, ender pearls, some pickaxes, and some purely sentimental items like flowers, a jukebox, and pictures of Tubbo and L’Manburg). In fact, the vast majority of them came from Tommy’s aboveground storage, which Dream had full access to, and had looked through before!

Dream also never said Tommy wasn’t allowed to hide stuff, and there was nothing to suggest he didn’t want Tommy to keep secrets from him.

There’s been a theory floating around for a while that Dream knew about Tommy’s item stash beforehand, since it was a very strange place to dig a hole (like, right in front of the house in the center of Logstedshire itself, instead of out in the plains where the TNT wouldn’t damage any structures), and Tommy had previously forgotten to cover up the entrance ladder. While Dream hadn’t looked inside the house, he would’ve definitely heard Tommy place the block back.

If this theory is correct, then this was yet another trap. Dream knew Tommy had a hidden room, and instead of just saying “hey, I don’t want you to have a hidden stash, go put this back and fill in the room” (which would’ve still been bullshit btw), he went COMPLETELY ballistic, destroyed EVERYTHING Tommy had, and while doing it, kept admonishing Tommy for betraying him, said shit like “I thought we were friends”, and even accused him of preparing to attack Dream. Again, a powerplay.

Hell, even the exile conflict itself is this! Tommy was exiled for griefing the king’s property while being a high-ranking official in L’Manburg. Except Fundy, the then-president’s son, CONSTANTLY griefed Eret’s shit after the L’Manburg war, ranging from ripping down one of their towers to “shrink” it, filling another tower with water, and multiple elaborate plots to steal the throne from under their nose. But apparently, between all of that shit and the exile-conflict, the rules were silently changed, meaning Dream could exile Tommy for breaking a couple blocks and placing some rude signs in George’s house. Even the punishment itself was changed without warning, as Tommy went from being exiled from L’Manburg to exiled from “everywhere that’s ever been touched.”

...I was originally gonna make a different point here. I may put it in the reblogs, because I still think it’s very interesting. But, in the middle of writing this essay I had to stop because it was late, then I spent the entire next day packing up because I’m in the middle of a move. It's now the next evening, I'm sat in my new room, on my camping bed, I opened this doc because I pretty much forgot what I typed, I reread it, and then I realized… This isn’t an isolated series of events. This is a pattern for Dream.

Before Tommy first joined the server, there were only three set rules: no stealing, no griefing, and no killing people. Except by that point, those rules weren’t enforced at all. In fact, Dream broke all three at once at one point, by killing George and burning his diamond armor because he didn’t feel it was fair that George got to run around in full diamond when everyone else still had iron.

Tommy joined the server, and broke the rules like everyone else. He stole shit, broke shit, killed George for funsies… and he got exiled for it. Seriously, they dumped him in an empty snowfield for breaking rules that nobody had enforced for weeks. So technically, the Exile-arc isn’t even the first time something like this has happened to him!

During the events that would eventually spark the Disc War, Sapnap stole a bunch of Tommy’s items (including the only Netherite chestplate on the server at the time), and told him he’d only give the stuff back if Tommy helped him with a conflict he had with Ponk. Long story short, Dream tried to intervene and was killed by Tommy and Sapnap, and Dream stole Tommy’s discs to force him to apologize. He then kept the discs, and the Disc War followed. Sapnap, despite being the aggressor and arguably forcing Tommy to participate in the conflict, was never punished.

This proves not only that the rules can change whenever Dream feels like it, but that they’re arbitrarily enforced. Dream refuses to punish his friends for the same crimes he endlessly fucks over Tommy for.

L’Manburg was created in part because of the fact that the rules were unevenly enforced. Tommy, Wilbur, and later Tubbo were repeatedly killed, stolen from, imprisoned, and even held hostage for very minor crimes, while the people killing, imprisoning, kidnapping and stealing from them were able to do so without impunity.

This was also the point where Dream just started making up new rules; there was no rule against having governments on the server, or making a separate area where Dream’s rules wouldn’t apply, so Dream banned governments, and used this new rule as an excuse to kill them, take their items, and tear their land to shreds.

And that’s another thing: the punishments for breaking Dream’s rules are INCREDIBLY harsh.

Kill him non-canonically one time? Your most prized possessions will now be dangled over your head and used to hurt you for the next few months.

Make a country with different laws that doesn’t infringe on anyone’s territory, has no desire to expand, is explicitly pacifistic and open to trade negotiations? You’ll be forced to fight a war you’re in no way equipped to fight, you’ll be betrayed and murdered and have your land destroyed in front of your very eyes until you literally have no choice but to surrender.

Mildly vandalize the king’s house, which nobody else has ever been punished for? You’ll be dragged into court, exiled from your home, and subjected to weeks of abuse until you believe that all of your friends hate you and you actively want to kill yourself.

Hide some stuff in a secret chest? Your only shelter will be exploded, your pet/only food source will be killed, all your items will be destroyed, you’ll be banned from the Nether, and none of your friends will be allowed to come see you.

This is all such disproportionate retribution it’s ridiculous. It’s like punishing someone for speeding by blowing up their car with a ballistic missile.

So to sum up: Dream’s rules are arbitrarily enforced, and he can just straight up make them up on the spot if he feels like it. Sometimes, he won’t tell you a rule exists until you’ve already broken it, and you’re treated as if you broke it out of malice instead of genuine ignorance. And if you do break a rule, and he decides you have to be punished, it will always be a punishment so harsh it doesn’t even ATTEMPT to fit the crime.

I don’t know about you, but that sounds pretty fucking corrupt and tyrannical to me.

When people say Tommy deserved exile, or made Dream spiral into villainy, or abused Dream somehow (seriously I’ve seen this take multiple times and every time it makes my brain melt) by breaking the rules, I would invite them to take a step back and ask themselves, why did that rule exist? Did Tommy know it existed? Was it enforced for everyone other than him as well? Does the punishment fit the crime?

Dream has a bad habit of making up rules, or enforcing old ones that were never enforced before, to punish those who threaten his power. None of the Dream Team were ever punished for anything, despite committing the same crimes as the L’Manburgians. That is, until they founded Mexican L’Manburg (i.e. went against Dream’s rule), at which point they were attacked by Dream and George was dethroned for “not being neutral enough.”

Tommy should’ve faced consequences for what he did. But those consequences should’ve come naturally, and been carried out by the people he hurt. Like, if Dream hadn’t intervened, griefing George’s house would’ve resulted in George griefing Tommy back in revenge. In fact, he DID do that, by turning Tommy’s entire house into granite and putting the Jump In The Cadillac picture on his front lawn.

These are natural, proportionate consequences. Exile was none of that. The Disc War was none of that. Everything that happened to L’Manburg was none of that.

Dream’s rules and how he enforces them are inherently corrupt and tyrannical. To pretend it’s anything but is disingenuous at best.

[attllhak]

Adoption AU - Sky and Time: The Story of The Family’s Most Unlikely Arrest

@tortilla-of-courage @ghostdragonace hey look I actually have a tag list now!

Also, most of the fics in the Adoption AU don’t have really long titles like this, but this is also not the longest I’ve titled these fics. There is one with a longer title sitting in my docs.

Regardless, here’s the one where Sky got arrested that was supposed to be fun until Sky and Time decided that feelings were getting involved. So now feelings are talked about, kinda. This is also the second of those intro fics that will probably never have more added. Enjoy!

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Time sighed heavily, rubbing his forehead. He set the phone down and sat back in his chair, not eager for this in the slightest.

“Who was it, dear?” Malon called around the corner, still busy getting Wild to stay sitting so he didn’t injure his ankle further.

Time sighed again, opening his good eye to the ceiling and asking Hylia why he ever chose to take in so many kids.

“Captain Viscen,” he replied, more tired than he was before answering the phone. “I need to head down and pick up one of the boys,”

Malon tutted, giving up on Wild now that Four had shown up and sat on him. “Which one? Twilight hasn’t gotten caught racing again has he? Or do we need to pull out the first aid kit because Warriors got in a fight? It isn’t Legend, is it?”

Time shut his eye and laughed. “The fact you have each boy and their cause of arrest memorized worries me about our parenting ability,”

Malon scoffed at him and wacked his arm lightly. “Oh just let me know if I need to prepare for when you get back because one of our boys is bleeding,”

Time chuckled again, standing up to stretch. “No, no one’s hurt, but I don’t think a lecture is necessary either,”

“Oh?”

Time hummed, dropping a kiss to his wife’s head on his way past her. “Apparently I’m picking up Sky,”

“Sky?” The look Malon gave him was clear confusion.

Time shrugged, grabbing keys and heading out the front door. “I’ll ask when I pick him up, but I suppose we’ll just see then,”

Malon shook her head. “Just get back safe,”

“Of course,” Time smiled back at her, then shot a look at the boys on the couch. Wild gulped and Four snorted.

About twenty minutes later, Time was pulling his old pickup into the police station parking lot. It was a situation he found himself in a lot. With a sigh he stuffed the keys into a pocket and made his way inside. Better now than later.

When he walked in he was greeted with Sky’s loud friend, Goose?, loudly recounting the adventure that led to the arrest to his parents, who had also been called and were less thrilled than their son. Sky was sitting nearby, head down and shoulders hunched, trying to make himself as small as possible, and doing a fairly good job of it.

He was approached by the captain as he entered. “Link! Thank you for coming down,”

“Captain Viscen,” Time smiled and accepted the handshake. “Of course, I’m just curious as to why I’m here. Sky’s not exactly a troublemaker,”

“Oh he’s not,” Viscen agreed. “But his friend most certainly is. We caught him painting one of the walls of a bar in town, fled when we showed up. We wouldn’t have even bothered with your kid, he was clearly trying to talk his friend out of it, but he ran too,”

Time sighed, well aware of how Sky had a tendency to just accept other’s snap judgements over his own when panicked.

“Thank you, Viscen. I can just take him home then?”

“Yup, he’s all yours,” Viscen waved at the boy, who shrunk into himself further.

Time nodded and moved past the captain, stopping once he was standing in front of Sky. The boy shrunk down, his ears tinged red in what was likely shame. There were flecks of red paint on the shoulder of his shirt, which was far less than the splatters on his friend. He was white knuckled with his grip on his pants.

Time sighed heavily and Sky flinched. “Sky,”

There was a long pause as Sky pulled his head up to look at Time. “Hi dad,” his voice was small, and Time could easily see guilt in his expression.

Time sighed again, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “Come on, let’s go home,” he reached out a hand to his guilt-ridden son.

Sky took it and stood, gluing himself to Time’s side as he tried to stay as small as possible. Time rolled his eye and wrapped his arm around Sky’s shoulders, leading him out.

“Excuse me, sir,” Time paused, turning around briefly to address the man flagging him down. Sky’s friend’s dad had broke away from his wife to approach them.

Time would admit he didn’t know the man or his wife very well, Sky was a newer addition to their apparently ever growing family and he and Malon hadn’t had time to meet all of his friends or their parents yet. This wasn’t an ideal time, but he wasn’t about to come off as unfriendly.

“Yes?” He raised a brow as the man approached. Sky shrunk further into his side.

“You’re Link’s father, correct?” The man glanced from Sky to Time. “The one who took him in after,” he trailed off.

“That’s correct,” Time nodded, not one to dwell on the reasons his boys had come to him either, especially the less fortunate members of their family.

The man cleared his throat then, shaking off whatever it was. He stuck out his hand. “I’m Zulos, Groose’s father. My wife, Esha, and I have been meaning to get in contact with you for a while now,”

“Oh?” Time accepted the man’s hand, grateful that he offered his left, though that might be because Time’s right was occupied holding Sky. “Well it’s a pleasure to meet you as well. Malon and I have been looking at meeting up with some of the rest of his friends’ parents as well, we just haven’t had the time,”

“Keeping you busy, eh?” Zulos laughed.

Time chuckled himself, shaking his head. “Actually, he’s one of the calmer boys. It’s his brothers that we’re running all over town trying to keep track of,”

Zulos raised his eyebrows, looking Time over. “Brothers, eh? How many you got?”

“Six right now, but that’s likely to increase as well,” Time smiled patiently, rubbing Sky’s arm, which didn’t seem to help. “Sky’s our most recent addition,”

“Sky?” Zulos seemed confused by that.

“Oh, right,” Time laughed, waving him off. “My mistake, I forgot you might not know. My name is Link, as is, amusingly, all of our boys. I didn’t plan that, so you know,”

“Ah,” Zulos laughed. “I see! Well, we’d love to chat at some point better than here,” a glance back at his son who had only gotten louder as his mother tried to quiet him. “I don’t suppose I could get your number?”

“Of course,” Time pulled out his phone, rattling off the number as Zulos plugged it into his own phone, then added the number Zulos gave him to his own.

“We’ll be in touch,” Zulos waved, walking back to rescue his wife.

Time waved, then steered Sky out of the building and back to the truck.

Sky was silent as Time climbed in and pulled out of the lot, keeping his eyes on his hands in his lap. Time let the silence sit for the first half of the drive, willing to give Sky time to start talking on his own. When it seemed clear Sky was waiting for the same thing, Time sighed and took the initiative to break the silence. 

“Sky,” he paused, not sure how to go about this. Sky wasn’t in trouble, so he couldn’t approach it the way he did the other boys.

“I’m sorry,” Sky said, eyes down. Time glanced at him and saw the boy hunched up again, ears drooped and voice small. “I didn’t mean to get in trouble, I swear. Groose just heard that Legend and Ravio did murals sometimes and wanted to do one too. I tried to talk him out of it, but then the cops showed up and,” Sky paused in his mini rant, voice wobbling now.

Time cast his eyes over the boy, who so clearly felt awful about this and was beating himself up over it. Time sighed. “Sky, that’s not,” he paused again to collect his thoughts.

“I’m sorry,” Sky said again, now a shaky whisper. “I really wasn’t trying to get in trouble, and I didn’t mean to bother you to have to come get me, and I,” and that was the sound of tears.

Time sighed, pulling the truck over in order to deal with this without his attention drawn away from the boy in question. He knew Sky felt bad about getting caught, but tears weren’t something he thought would pop up. None of the other boys ever cried after getting caught and having Time collect them.

Sky was sniffling, and trying very hard to prevent himself from crying. Pulling over seemed to have made it worse, the boy curling in on himself a little and starting to shake.

“Sky,” Time tried for his gentlest voice, aware of how fragile Sky was right now. “Can you look at me, please?”

Sky shakily raised his head to look at Time. He was biting his lip, eyes shimmering with unshed tears.

“I’m sorry, I really am. I swear I’m not usually this much of an issue, I, we just,” Sky broke eye contact, looking away but not moving his head.

Time reached out and gently wiped away one of the tears that had broken free, fully aware of how Sky flinched away. “Sky, what is this about? It can’t be the arrest, so what’s got you so upset?”

Sky darted his eyes back to Time, anxiety or fear swimming around in the light blue. “I’m sorry, I just,” he paused to swallow, dropping his head down to his lap again. “You won’t send me back, will you?”

Time pondered that for a moment, then felt like he was hit with a sledgehammer. Sky was worried about getting sent back into the system again. There were a few heartbeats where Time felt furious at everyone who had ever said or done something like that to this wonderful boy to make him so scared of that. He quashed it down quickly, however. Anger, even righteous anger on Sky’s behalf, wouldn’t help here.

“Sky, we’re not sending you back,” Time put all the conviction he could into his voice, and his heart broke when Sky looked up at him again, eyes suddenly showing hope.

“You’re not?”

“No, of course not,” he reached out one hand to set on Sky shoulder. “We would never do that to you,”

“Even,” Sky’s voice wobbled again, and a hard set of blinks sent a pair of tears running down his face. “Even though I got arrested?”

Time had to remind himself that Sky hadn’t been around long enough to have seen his brothers get picked up. “Sky, this is not the first time I’ve had to pick up one of my boys from the police station. Twilight and Warriors both end up there every few months, and Legend only doesn't end up there more often because he’s gotten good at not getting caught. And besides, you’re not even in trouble,”

“I’m not?” Sky sniffed again, confused.

“No, of course not,” Time reached over with his free hand to wipe away a few more stray tears. “You didn’t do anything wrong except end up in the wrong place at the wrong time. You’re not going to get in trouble for trying to keep your friend out of trouble,”

Sky looked down again, grappling with this information.

“So, so you’re not mad at me? And, and you won’t send me back?”

Time’s heart broke again when Sky looked back up at him. No kid should ever have to look so broken or grateful to not get kicked out of the house. Especially not someone who was only 15.

“Of course not,” he leaned over the console to pull Sky into his arms. “You’re a part of the family Sky, and we’d never willingly give you up. We’d all fight tooth and nail to keep you around, you never have to worry about that with us. Nothing could make us so upset with you that we’d ever let you go. That I swear to you,”

It took a second, but he eventually felt Sky grab his shirt, and seconds later he could feel the shaking that came with crying. Time held Sky close, ignoring the twinge in his lower back from the uncomfortable angle and whispering a few soothing words and reassurances to his newest son. He made a note to call his lawyer when he got home to see about speeding up the adoption process for Sky. Getting that piece of paper might help set the boy’s nerves at ease somewhat.

Eventually, Sky calmed down from his bout, leaning back out of the hug to wipe at his eyes and croak out another apology. Time felt another lash of anger for this boy, who was so sweet and kind, and all of the awful things he must have lived through in the year since his parents died.

But anger wouldn’t help here, so he pushed it aside to deal with later, when he had Malon to rant to.

“Better?” Time asked, eye running over Sky’s face.

Sky nodded, eyes red and face flushed. “Sorry about that, I just,”

“Hey, no,” Time reached out to pull Sky’s face back to look at him. “You never have to apologize for being scared. Not to us,”

He held Sky’s gaze until he nodded, then leaned back.

“Can we go home now?” Sky asked, looking more tired than Time had ever seen him.

Time nodded, then glanced at the building he’d pulled over in front of. He jabbed his thumb at it. “Would you like some ice cream first? You can say no,”

Sky looked up, glancing between Time and the shop, then nodded. Time smiled, climbing out of the car with Sky following.

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Time opened the door to let Sky in past him, then made a sharp motion at Malon warning her not to ask about what happened. Malon raised one eyebrow, but thankfully said nothing.

“Hey Sky!” Wild waved a hand to get his brother’s attention. “Can you hand me the remote? I don’t think I can take another hour of the documentary channel,”

“What’s wrong with the documentary channel?” Four squawked in offense.

“It’s boring,” Wild shot back.

“It is not boring!”

An argument broke out, and Time sighed heavily. He’d used up his emotional reserves already, and what was left was set aside for an angry rant at Malon later.

“I like the documentary channel,” Sky offered.

Wild squawked and Four cheered. Sky quickly looked like he regretted throwing his hat in the ring as he was pulled into the argument.

Malon wandered up to take his arm, smiling at him. “Everything went well?”

“I need to call our lawyer,” Time said. “The sooner we get that piece of paper saying he’s ours, the better,”

Malon gave him a curious look, but didn’t press. She’d hear it all later anyways. For now, Time was content to watch his sons bicker and argue like the kids they were.

That was a blessing well worth the pain that led them here.

[nostalgicfun]

Coco shouldn't be in your Halloween movies collection post. Coco is about the day of the dead, thats a mexican tradition about honoring and remembering our loved ones who passed away. Thats nothing like halloween. I asked you kindly to remake your post and out that movie away.

Good afternoon! Thank you for reaching out about the inclusion of Coco! 😊

Coco was added directly to this list by my roommate (and best friend of over a decade!) Leo, who is not only from Mexico, but has played as a Mariachi since he was 14! Leo and his family moved here from Villa Guerrero in the late 90s, and I have learned so, so incredibly much from him and his family since we met ten years ago!

I was making this list while sitting and talking with Leo and was complaining that I was still several movies short. He took one look at the list and said “you forgot Coco!”

I told him that it was a lineup of traditionally spooky movies, and that it would probably be best for me not to include it, and that I had it written down in my doc file to make a separate post about it on the appropriate day. Leo (who has the patience of a saint lol) sat down and explained that as long as Coco is NOT referred to as a Halloween movie, it’s okay in his eyes (and we texted his sister for double validation) to include it on a “Season of Scares” list, as long as I acknowledge that it is NOT a Halloween movie on the day that it comes up. Believe it or not, that’s actually the direct reason why the list is called “Season of Scares” rather than a Halloween lineup; Leo suggested taking out the Halloween phrasing!

He talked about that fact that Coco is commonly completely excluded from October movie lineups with the reasoning “iT’s NoT a HaLlOwEen mOvIe” (his mocking tone, not mine lol) and that leaving it out altogether is, in his opinion, more hurtful in the long run than including it to start with. He’d like to see more people enjoy his culture as long as they can accept and respect Mexican culture for what it is!

As soon as I made the first post, I did queue up a scheduled post for the 16th(the day Coco is on the list) that explains that this was Leo’s personal pick and to ensure that viewers know that it is NOT a Halloween movie! 😊 I have attached a screenshot of said post below.

That being said, you did make me aware that I said “Halloween season” in the original post one time, which I was trying hardcore to avoid, so thank you for making me aware of that. I am deleting all reblogs of this post on my blog and removing the word "Halloween" from the original post. The list is supposed to be a fun autumn/ “spooky” lineup created with the intent to offer fun alternatives to the horror-movie based lineups we usually see this time of year!

I hope this clarifies things. I would absolutely never do anything to step on anyone’s toes. For years I wouldn’t even make traditionally Hispanic dishes for dinner until one day Leo’s mom was like “you know you’re allowed to make tacos at home, right? You can make tacos. You’re not saying you invented tacos you’re allowed to cook them.”

OKAY ADDITIONALLY: I started typing up this response at work. Things like this rattle me pretty bad, so before posting this I walked over and talked to the leader of the LatinX Club here on campus, who is Mexican (as are over 80% of the members) to make sure it was okay of me to stick with what Leo said. I didn't want to come off as "WeLl aCkshUalLy" so I showed her this ask, as well as the lineup and the post I have queued for Coco. Her sentiments seemed to mirror Leo’s: “Add Coco, but speak up! Raise awareness! It’s NOT a Halloween movie, yeah, but it deserves a spot on a spooky list nonetheless!” She, without knowing what Leo said, added that it’s better for non-Hispanic people to add it than to not acknowledge its existence at all, as long as they understand it’s not a Halloween movie! (And I did let her know I'm removing the word "Halloween" from the original post)

In addition, she had a suggestion for ANOTHER Day of the Dead movie that often gets overlooked: The Book of Life! Even I’d never heard of this one, and apparently it’s a Guillermo del Toro movie!? She described it as “Coco adjacent” and told me to “get Sweeney Todd off of that list! That’s not even a little kid friendly. You should have The Book of Life before you have Sweeney Todd." She also pointed out that it has a mostly Hispanic cast!

So on Sweeney Todd's designated day we will be acknowledging The Book of Life instead, as per Mrs. Diaz's request! I was already doubtful about including Sweeney Todd because it's a bit more graphic than I prefer on this blog, so this is basically exactly what I was looking for! ♡

In addition, Mrs. Diaz urges everyone to go see yet another Hispanic (Colombian, I believe) Disney movie coming out: Encanto! Like The Book of Life and Coco, it also features a predominantly Hispanic cast! It will be released this November and focuses on a Colombian family, their culture, and their meaning of family! She points out that non-white Disney movies (and non-white children's movies in general) don't have a history of doing spectacularly in (at?) the box office, so it's important for everyone who wants to support this movie to do so to the best of their ability! (Yes she is sitting beside me while I write this, sorry for the ad lol)

Okay now I’m done. I know internet promises mean just about nothing, but I promise with ever fiber of my miserable little being I would never, EVER step on anyone’s toes or post anything willfully ignorant. Thank you so much for making me aware of the fact that my wording was harmful so that I could rectify the post and prevent any further hurt feelings or misunderstandings!