#but i just wanted to get this out there... for closure's sake if nothing else

[insertname099]

THE END OF OSHI NO KO

And so, it's Oshi No Over. 166 chapters, 4 and a half years. Here lies Oshi No Ko, April 23, 2020 - November 14, 2024.

What a ride, huh? From the greatest first volume of manga to ever exsist, through all these cliffhangers and fake out deaths, just to end on a conclusion so bad that it almost ruins everything that came before it and will go down in manga history.

Honestly, I thought I would be happier that it's over, but I'm just too tired to muster up anything than a vague apathetic acknowledgement. All the themes and messages that this work could have had, gone like dust in the wind. My poor failhusband Hikaru... they treated you so badly. Despite this, this work is still incredibly special to me. It's made me develop the most intense hyperfixation I've had in my life so far, it's gotten me to write my first ever fanfic, made me ship characters in a way I've never done before... The HikaAi brainworms have made themselves very comfortable lmao. I've chatted with so many interesting people and have had so many great conversations because of this work. Waiting every week for updates, that constant cycle of It's Hoshinover and WE'RE SO BACK... I had fun. The crushing depths of disappointment only exist because of how good it once was... but we make do with what we've got, not what could have been. It's bad... but I appreciate what we've got nonetheless. And at the very least, the best character (Hoshino Ai My Beloved) made it all the way with her character intact. We've made it through all the incest bait, character assassination, inconsistent writing, terrible handling of very delicate topics, way too much rollercoaster cliffhanger bullshit... Now, at the end, I can say that though I can probably never recommend this manga to anyone, I still love Oshi No Ko.

Thank you, Aka Akasaka. Thank you, Mengo Yokoyari, for carrying this manga on your back. For better and for worse, you two have changed my life. I will never forget it.

I'm still Ai's fan. For all eternity!

[genericpuff]

This plot point annoyed me so much! I thought she was finally going to open up to Persephone about the reasons why she hated Hades so much, about what he did to her, but no! They just introduced a new yet unnecessary character to the story 🤦🏼‍♀️

What are your thoughts about it?

oh yeah it annoyed the piss out of me too and for one very big reason that is CHRONIC in LO:

It's a solution to a problem Demeter didn't have.

This happens to a lot of characters throughout the comic. They'll have some kind of plot-driven conflict or character-driven flaw, and then it will be solved by something else entirely that had nothing to do with their original problem or doesn't line up with the theme of their storytelling. Minthe had insecurity issues and a toxic relationship with Hades? Just give her a classroom full of children to babysit! Hades had infertility issues? That's fine, Persephone somehow fixes those issues because at the end of the comic they have babies and Hades has his happy ending so it's fine! Hera was in an unhappy relationship with Zeus and had trauma from her past as a victim of Kronos? No problem, just make her an all powerful fertility goddess! Persephone accidentally causes winter which kills possibly thousands of people? Gaia is here to save the day, and also she's the one who makes Persephone return to the Mortal Realm for a couple months with full visitation rights. Apollo is a serial rapist who's attempted murder on several occasions, even against his own father in an attempt to take the throne? Community service, that'll solve it.

Demeter is one of the biggest examples of Rachel's inability of writing an actual cohesive plotline. She writes like the only goal is to come up with new twists to keep people reading each week without ever considering what themes or questions she should be answering throughout. So when she does pose questions, the answers often wind up being severely disconnected because she can't be bothered to actually plan out a plotline with narrative structure, she just needs 'things' to happen. To put it bluntly and simply, she writes like how a 13 year old on Wattpad would write, no actual thinking about the material she's presenting, no consideration for the curtains and what color they are, just "make the things happen so that people will keep reading because that's what writing is!"

Demeter's problem wasn't her failing to understand Persephone. It was people failing to understand her when she had reasonable cause to both be wary of Persephone moving to Olympus as well as Hades and his intentions with her daughter. But because Rachel needs to have the perfect happy ending for her self-insert power fantasy couple, she resorts to gaslighting both Demeter as well as the audience by extension into believing that the solution to Demeter's character arc... is understanding Persephone more.

Like first of all, the moral "people just want to be understood" is way, WAY too "baby's first storyline" at this point in the story especially when we've tried to tackle much bigger topics like sexual assault, and when we know how complex Demeter's backstory is. There's no way she needs to be told by Hebe that people just want to be "understood". She absolutely knows this already, and has been fighting to be understood by her siblings and peers and family for centuries, but of course, everyone sees her as just "the contrarian".

But then the final solution is... the sudden appearance of Demophoon as her long-lost child, and Hades giving her the volcanoes. That's it. She doesn't get to actually become Queen of the Mortal Realm, she never really gets closure over the past 2000 years of abuse from everyone around her, Hades just - like with everyone - buys her affection and she gets a new baby to pour her attention into instead of Persephone and we're all just forced to go along with it for the sake of Rachel's fantasy.

Rachel can't write (￢_￢;)

[haunteddollz]

stranger things masterlist

pairing(s): steve harrington x fem!reader (henderson)

summary: The party needs help from someone and to steve's displeasure (not really) the only person they can think of is you.

WARNING(S): cursing, fluff, and angst

author's note: this is from my old account as well sooo...

In the depths of night, Y/n Henderson was washing dishes before her mother arrived home.

She was peacefully listening to her Walkman until she saw her brother and his friends rush into the residence.

She took off her headphones and paused her Walkman. With eyebrows furrowed she looked at the group confused.

She was about to ask until she was rudely interrupted,

“What the h-”

“No time to chat! We need your help.”

The girl looked at them dumbfounded with her lips pursed and head cocked forward.

(if you have an idea of what i mean good for you if not then idk)

The younger Henderson rolled his eyes and exhaled, he continued to explain what the fuck was going on. She continued to wash and put away the dishes as she listened to her brother ramble on about Vecna and him being some powerful dark wizard.

She turned around and leaned against the sink with her arms crossed with an amused look on her face.

Once Dustin saw the look on her face he stopped talking.

“You don’t believe us do you?”

She let out an amused chuckle and replied, “Oh no, I believe you, especially with the shit that happened last time. Mind you I was in the same lab as El. I’m good with weird.”

She smiled that devilish smile and looked at the rest of them. Stopping on the boy that broke her heart.

She continued speaking and pushed herself onto the counter, “I mean c'mon I’m friends with Eddie for god’s sake. People call us freaks. I think I’d be expected to be good with weird.”

The group all nodded in unison and understanding. All saying ‘Yeah that makes sense’ .

They looked at Y/n waiting for an answer. The girl was confused as to why it got so quiet until Robin asked, “Soooo are you helping or not?”

The older Henderson’s eyes widened in realization. “Oh! I completely forgot about that. Uhhhhh- I mean I have nothing else to do so I g-”

She was interrupted by Max, “Great! Then let’s go.” The girl quickly rushed of the room leaving everyone else in the dust.

Everyone nodded and soon started walking along with the girl. Except Y/n stayed planted in her spot with another person. That person being…..

Steve 'The Hair’ Harrington

She rolled her eyes at him and tried to walk away but before she could even step out of the kitchen Steve stepped in the way.

Y/n huffed in annoyance, not wanting to hear anything he had to say. She turned to him and said, “Get out of my way Harrington.” He cringed at the formalities between them. He couldn’t help but think of what they used to be but it was his fault. He broke her heart.

The look that she gave Steve sent shivers down his spine. He felt the built-up guilt bubbling inside him from three years ago.

Before, they were a happy couple both in their freshman year. They were the 'it couple’. They were happy until their junior year. Junior year they started to drift apart. Steve started spending more time with Nancy.

Y/n felt neglected and turned to Eddie Munson. They built a friendship they never thought was possible. That was until she heard about Steve’s party and some events that occurred at the Harrington residence.

Y/n was heartbroken. Steve still tried to act like he didn’t fuck Nancy the next day. She told Eddie and all he said was, “Harrington is pussy whipped.” Hearing that Y/n rolled her eyes and laughed with her best friend.

The ex-couple is still standing in the kitchen just staring at each other.

Steve started to speak, “I just, I know what I did was fucked up and I’m so sorry for what I did. I know I can’t change the past but I know I’ve changed. I just wanted to give you closure I guess.”

Y/n furrowed her eyebrows in frustration.

“I don’t need closure. That was a long time ago. We’ve both grown up and I hope we’ve both have at least on your part. Yeah sure I was upset and angry but in the end, all I wanted was for you to be happy. And if Nancy made you happy then to hell with my feelings. I knew I would get better in the meantime. I mean yeah I still have feelings for you so what. I thought I would get over you and let you be but it seems like only one part actually worked…”

As the girl kept rambling on and on. A habit that she has when she’s nervous much like Robin. Steve tries to stop the girl from rambling to have what he needs to say.

“Y/n…..”

She still rambles on.

He says laughing, “Y/n!”

The Henderson replied, “What?”

Steve chuckled while running his fingers through his hair, “You’re rambling. After a while when I was with Nancy more like when she said that our love was bullshit. I thought about you. I thought of how happy I was with you and how I wasn’t that big of a douchebag with you. You made me a better person and it finally came to me. I still love you and I always have. I haven’t felt anything for Nancy in the past two years. It’s always been you.”

(ewwww cringe)

Tears came to both of their eyes.

“Steve I get that. I do still love you but I can’t be with you again. I put that all behind me but I will gladly see what our friendship could turn into.” Steve nodded frantically saying, “Yes! I mean yes of course that’s all I need.”

With smiles on their faces, they walked out of the girl's house with a newfound friendship and ran to catch up with the party.

[bambi-kinos]

Why do you think Paul keeps saying to this day that John was really sweet. He really wasn't. He treated everyone like shit including Paul. Because he feel he has to? Because he was killed and people made him into something he wasn't? I don't blame John for this ). Or but because he was in love with him and that's what he remembers. John doesn"t deserve it. He's even overrated. Both P and G was/is better. I just don't get how someone like Paul who's a better man, artist and person keeps giving J so much credit. I'm not a new fan of the Beatles or Paul. I really can only see it that he was in love with him.

What else is Paul supposed to do?

Idk man I think Paul is just doing his best with what he has. He's never going to get closure on their relationship. He's never going to get an explanation that satisfies him. So he has to work with what he's got.

You have the wrong end of the stick on this, Paul isn't trying to give John credit that he hasn't earned. Paul is trying to move on from what John did to him by focusing on the good moments and remembering who John was before he was brain damaged by heroin and LSD. If your boyfriend has a TBI that changes his entire personality, is that really your boyfriend anymore? Is he really still himself? These are the questions Paul has wrestled with and it looks like he's realized he's never going to get an answer.

So he's focusing on what he does know which is that the John he knew and fell in love with was a sweet kid who sometimes let his insecurities rule him. But he was still a loving person who cared about Paul and was his closest friend for years.

Furthermore: if John was actually the raging dickhead that the internet thinks he is then he would not have had any friends to begin with. People with truly no redeeming characteristics who are assholes all the time don't get friends who defend them even after they die. The truth is that John was not actually a prick all of the time. Otherwise no one could have stood being around him. Paul calls John sweet because he knew the John that was a sweet guy, the guy that Paul loved.

You're also falling for John's own propaganda a bit. John never stopped projecting the image of being a cynical hard bitten street tough that intimidated everyone into submission with his temper. John occasionally admitted that all of this was an act (see his comments at playacting the Teddy Boy image while not actually being a gang member and why he felt he had to do it.)

But the truth is he never stopped projecting the "I'm an asshole you better not fuck with me" thing. All of this "I'm an irredeemable asshole I hate George and Paul!!!" is pure fakery. The very qualities you don't like were fabricated in large part by Yoko as part of a propaganda campaign, and from what I've read in the Dakota Years memoirs, this propaganda was out of John's control from the moment he started the Lennon Remembers interviews. John is just as much a victim of information warfare as Paul is, he just reacted to it differently and used it to barricade himself away from Paul.

That doesn't mean you have to like John or feel sorry for him or agree with Paul's decisions to try and leave the damage behind. You are reacting to the fact that Paul is visibly in pain when he talks about this stuff. He's bleeding in public and there's nothing no one can do to help him. The wounds are permanent. It is, in fact, rage inducing. John isn't here to speak for himself and try to explain. What else can we do as observers except be angry.

But Paul McCartney is 82 years old.

He's close to the end.

He doesn't want to do that, doesn't have time for it, doesn't want to spend his last years rehashing this shit.

Is there an alternative for him? All he can do now is try to make peace with it while he's alive and then he can finally get closure with John when he moves on to the next stop.

Paul doesn't call John 'sweet' for the sake of John's image. He does it to remind himself of the boy he fell in love with in 1957. Because he doesn't have a lot of time left and he wants to spend it being in love with John, not being angry at him. Paul is doing this for Paul. Simple as.

[paradoxoftrees]

GUYS WTF

A mini rant before I actually go to bed:

*inhales* So I just watched the Dragon Prince season 6 and all I can say is wtf. Actually wtf. I am still up to this moment thinking about Leola I’m not even kidding. What happened here was a disgrace to the freaking universe itself (while providing Aaravos a very generous dose of my sympathy, affirming my reasons for obsessing over this elf).

i know I have this thing where I like analyzing stuff to death, so I’m gonna take a good moment to put our short time with Leola under a microscope…

To me, I see this innocent character as an embodiment of individuality and the uncertainty and fear society associates with it. Our society itself is very saturated with this stigma and disgust regarding self expression, as those who defy what people define as “normal” always seem to be the subject of hatred. Being odd, or unconventional is twisted into something negative, with people interpreting it as something to gain attention or something to purposely defy norms for the sake of doing so. Leola very much symbolizes this treatment. She is even defined as being “quirky”, a word used to scrutinize and criminalize the act of expressing oneself in modern society. This particular word confirms to me that Leola is supposed to represent the battle between normalcy and individualism that exists here on this earth. I cant help but feel so horrible for this elf child. No, she is not attention seeking, insecure, inferior, and most of all, she is NOT a criminal. She is a child who is simply in tune with herself and accepting of herself, and therefore, has the capacity to extend this beyond herself into the literal universe. How powerful is that? Her acceptance and sheer self expression are contagious. And that is interpreted as something toxic, from the perspective of those who cannot possibly find that sort of love within their empty and hateful souls. So they, and many those in our own little society, decide to exterminate it. This fictional cosmic balance is our real life societal balance. And the show’s portrayal of her during her final moments made this even more devastating. At the very end, she was a scared child. A scared child who wanted nothing more to live within the world that she loved so much. I can say that this flashback was horrendously and beautifully well done at the same time.

And I don’t even want to talk about Aaravos… but I will. Honestly the idea of this snarky af space-themed elf being an actual parent was odd at first, but I instantly felt a kind of gut wrenching sorrow for this fictional character that I haven’t felt for anything else in a LONG time. Hes so freaking skrunkly, overwhelmingly so. Seeing this elf being capable of love really hit hard like nothing else, knowing that his alarmingly heinous acts were driven by this all-consuming grief. Knowing that this villainous blue elf had such a soft past, and such a torturous present, made me want to unwrite those damn cosmic court (whatever it’s called) elves out of the very script itself. Seeing the very moment when Aaravos’s face just snapped as his daughter was literally murdered just… yeah no words.

I genuinely hope Aaravos gets to talk to Leola just one last time… I just want to see this poor elf happy to be honest. For closure.

There shouldn’t be a price for individuality. But yet we pay it. Making this sweet and scared character pay this price made our own societal ignorance even more wrenching and real.

*i don’t feel getter now. Guess I got to make a fanfic where things are better.*

[rosstrytobe]

Thinking if in s7 epidose 1, Chris was forshading just in part Eddie love life there are some points that are really interesting:

1) The first girl that Chris brings at home, eating pizza and playing videogames is Penny, a blonde girl that he met at math class (as Eddie told to Buck) and Eddie say that he doesn’t get if it was a date because it seems to him that they were just hanging out as two male friends do (👀👀). Even though from the scene we know Christopher and Penny are smiling so they both are enjoying this date. Even though Eddie can’t see it because he was behind them and watching them afar

Now, It's pretty obvious who they are referring to because videogames and pizza is what Buck, Eddie and Christopher did from the past 6 years. Penny is blonde as Buck and him and Eddie smiled everyday when they are with each other because they enjoy their time with each other

The math class also is a methaphor because in the past seasons we saw that neither Eddie and Buck knows anything about math until Buck died and when he came back he knew all the answears and he was a jenious at math. That brought them to their first poker date night togheter as Chris and Penny dated because they met in math class. Even though neither of them knew it was a date

Eddie watching Chris from afar it can be also a methaphor of the fact that now he can’t see what he have with Buck because he doesn’t think that what they do is romantic coded or anything but then Buck line came and it's very important because Buck is the first one who are saying that there is just ONE CASE where there's underlying sexual tension and Eddie face to that was speechless. Almost as he got what Buck said but he doesn’t want to think about it. So what Eddie did? He just change the subject

Because if we think about it, in episode 5, Eddie didn’t think Buck and Tommy was interested in each other in a romantic way. Also, Eddie didn’t think Tommy was gay in the first place and it freak Eddie out a bit but then he just proceed to support his best friend because nothing will ever change his bond with Buck. As he tried to change the topic and talking about something else. But then at the bachelor party Eddie couldn’t hide his feelings and from his expression is pretty obvious is jealous of Tommy

But what Eddie did in next episode? Instead of understand why he was a little mean to Tommy he put himself in an emotional cheating relantionship with a copy of his dead wife (💀💀). Again, he's trying not to think about it and putting that feeling away. Changing the subject

2) The second girl Chris was talking to, she was a black hair girl who we don't even know her name (👀👀). As we don't know Marisol last name. And the first thing we see about her is her jealous towards Penny because Chris was two timing her. As now Eddie is doing it to Marisol with Kim. And if Tim wasn’t jocking with the Vertigo post, we know Marisol (the nun) will break Eddie illusion to bring back Shanon on his life and of course they will break up in the end (😍🥳)

3) Buck talked with Christopher of why he was seeing more than one girl and how it was wrong for his sake. Christopher answer that he doesn’t care about them because he knows they will leave him in the end as his mom did. Eddie heard them and later he give his son the Shannon letter and with that. It seems Christopher have his closure with his mom (We don't know it yet until the last two episodes airs)

Now, from Ryan interview we know Buck is going to meet Kim and I think if that's so. Then Buck would try to tell Eddie how it is wrong for his sake and his relantionship with the nun (lol) as he did for Christopher. But I think also, that as Christopher didn’t listen to him. Eddie won't listen to Buck either. Because Eddie is still missing Shannon in some ways and seeing her in Kim face made him again romanticed his marriage with her. When we know the memories he played weren’t happy ones but where we saw there were problem in their marriage. Problems in wich Shannon asked Eddie to divorce him before dying

But as Christopher have found his way to close that chapter with the letter. Kim is the key to Eddie to have that closure with Shannon and realize why he can’t commit to any women he's been with or have what he though he had with Shannon. Because he have to go deep into himself and understand something he didn’t understand before (as his sexuality or his feelings for Buck)

[wonderfulworldofmichaelford]

Is It Really That Bad?

I don’t think I’ve ever felt like the universe actively conspired against something until I witnessed the production of The Flash.

Since 1991 there have been quite a few proposals for Flash movies, but they never really got off the ground for whatever reason. Following Barry’s debut in Justice League, a movie finally was announced before multiple delays due to rewrites, in particular to cut Ray Fisher’s Cyborg from the story after he went public about the awful shit he had to deal with under Joss Whedon. Things seemed hopeless until It director Andy Muschietti came onboard, at which point production on the film finally started to go smoothly. Sure, there were rumblings about Ezra Miller having episodes on set, but that’s just typical actor nonsense, right? Surely it couldn’t get any worse!

Look, I’m here to review a movie so I’ll keep this brief: Miller committed crimes. Lots of crimes. So many, in fact, you’d think they were method acting for the role of Reverse-Flash. The thing is, despite all of this, Miller was basically given a slap on the wrist by the studio, being forbidden from doing promos and press tours (oh no! The horror!). And as if the situation wasn’t already a fucking mess, while Miller’s crime spree was ongoing WB canned the nearly-complete Batgirl movie that featured Michael Keaton and Academy Award-winning actor Brendan Fraser while simultaneously inflating The Flash’s budget to nearly $300 million with reshoots. It seems baffling to cancel a movie that was nearly done and that people were marginally interested in for the sake of a movie that people were losing interest in quickly due to its star’s erratic behavior, but remember: Leslie Grace isn’t white, while Ezra Miller is. WB is never beating those racism allegations at this rate.

With a normal movie, this is where the nonsense ends. BUT WAIT, THERE’S MORE!

This film was meant to smooth out the clusterfuck continuity of the “Snyderverse” with a soft reboot, with Henry Cavill filming a end-of-movie cameo alongside Miller, Gal Gadot, Keaton, and Supergirl’s actress Sasha Calle to establish the new direction of DC going forward. Unfortunately, the hierarchy of power at DC changed, and Gunn shot that down. While this meant the ending would probably not get people confused with regards to upcoming projects, it also meant the movie wasn’t going to really have any closure for the old universe. Affleck, Cavill, and who knows who else are just gone, and the future is just a big old question mark. At least Aquaman is safe, maybe?

Literally none of this news was very reassuring to fans. Nothing above is any good for a film’s perception to audiences under normal circumstances, but here we have all this news coming to a fanbase that genuinely did not want this fucking movie. The DCEU was already divisive when the film was announced, and Miller’s portrayal of Barry doubly so; the fact it was adapting Flashpoint was seen as lazy and uninspired, not to mention its not really a story that lets Flash stand on his own merits, making it seem more like this movie was just an excuse to reboot; it was a multiverse story in a day and age with an abundance of such stories, and it was releasing around the same time as Across the Spider-Verse to boot; and Gunn’s reboot plans meant this story was likely a narrative dead end. This movie had an uphill battle the likes of which haven’t been seen since Sisyphus.

But much like that mythological figure, the boulder came crashing right back down when the numbers came in. The movie would likely need to gross $500 million at minimum to break even after factoring in the reshoots and advertising, and it only managed half of that with a pitiful opening weekend followed by a massive 73% drop. It now sits alongside films like The Lone Ranger and Mortal Engines as one of the most expensive bombs in history, to the point where WB would have saved more money by cancelling it like they did with Batgirl. And despite glowing praise from the likes of Tom Cruise and Stephen King, it received middling reviews from mainstream critics.

Audiences haven’t been any less mixed, but considering most people weren’t particularly excited or invested in this film’s existence this is basically a miracle. Sure, there’s plenty of people out there saying this is the “worst comic book movie ever” like they do every time a new superhero movie drops, but even more people are saying they enjoyed the film… although even they tend to have some severe criticisms.

Even though I knew most of what was going to happen in the movie going in, I wasn’t really sure what to expect given everything surrounding the movie. But you know me, I’m willing to give almost any movie a chance, and bombs this big don’t happen every day, so even before it was voted on I was trying to make time to check it out. So sit down, microwave yourself a snack—

—and watch as I try and determine if The Flash is really that bad.

THE GOOD

The biggest shock of this film is that Ezra Miller is actually really good here.

Their Barry is still a bit of a goofball, but he’s clearly matured as a character since his precious appearances. They managed to make him much more charming and likable than he ever was, and this gets compounded when he interacts with the younger Barry and gets confronted with how annoying he was before. I think young Barry could have come off as really insufferable, but the fact he annoys everyone around him and also ends up maturing makes him a lot more endearing.

Miller really kills it with the emotional moments, particularly the ending encounter with Barry’s mom and the scene where old Barry snaps at young Barry. The film is really carried by the dramatic, emotional moments far more than any of the superheroics, and Miller manages to sell a lot of it very well. It was to the point where I started thinking, “I really wouldn’t mind if they stick around.” Then a scene where Barry says the Justice League has no real psychiatric help or where his younger self ends up repeatedly exposing himself in public by accident happens, and then I remembered, “Oh yeah, aren’t they a mentally unwell criminal?”

Unsurprisingly, Michael Keaton absolutely kills it in his role as Batman, but much more shockingly is that Ben Affleck's brief return as Bruce is pretty great as well. I always thought Affleck, much like Henry Cavill, was desperately trying to give a great performance while weighed down by bad writing; here, he gets an actual poignant scene where he talks to Barry about how dwelling on tragedies isn't the way to do things, and you should try and move forward instead. It shows he really could have been great if given better material to work with.

Okay, enough being nice to Affleck, I wanna talk about Keaton again. As much as the marketing hyped him up and as much as he is obviously the most blatant fanservice possible, it's still so cool to see him in the suit again. I am not immune to nostalgia pandering, and as corny as it could have been from anyone else, the zoom into his face when he says The Line really is a highlight of the movie. Keaton has a great deal of charisma, and while there are issues with Batman they aren't his fault at all. Most impressively, he doesn't steal the show away from Miller like I thought he would; he enhances the scenes he's in without stealing the spotlight completely from their performance. I feel like this is a problem in a lot of movies like this, where the lead gets overshadowed by a hyped up character, but somehow The Flash of all things managed to avoid this.

And as bad as the cameos could get, this movie gave two of the greatest cameos ever put to film with the return of the GOAT George Clooney Batman and, best of all, Nicolas Cage Superman from the unmade Superman Lives, fighting a giant spider to the death just as God intended. I am not immune to the charms of Nicolas Cage.

Overall, this movie presents us with a solid story, plenty of fun moments, great character dynamics, and more... for the first two acts, anyway.

THE BAD

Once this movie hits the third act, it basically just loses any and all focus and becomes a big dumb video game-esque battle against Zod and his forces in a bland desert landscape. While both Barrys admittedly get some pretty cool moments sprinkled in and Keaton’s Batman’s second death is actually a well done emotional moment, Supergirl ends up being completely wasted, with her sole role being to angrily scream and then die repeatedly.

This actually highlights the problem with Kara in this movie: She’s basically nothing but a plot device and has zero personality, and a good 80% of her dialogue is just angry screaming. As hot as Sasha Calle is and how much she obviously wants to make Kara compelling, she is given so little to work with that her efforts end up being fruitless. She does nothing of consequence after helping Barry get his powers back, and could be replaced or written out of the story and it would still make perfect sense.

Zod’s inclusion is pretty baffling as well, especially since they chose to water down one of the only good things from Man of Steel into a boring, generic doomsday villain. You can really feel that poor Michael Shannon would rather be doing anything else, and his bored performance just highlights how poorly implemented Zod is in the plot. Like, the Fladh has some of the best and most colorful DC villains in his rogues gallery, one’s that are often overlooked because Batman’s villains sell more toys. Why not highlight some of them instead of taking a Superman villain and stripping him of all personality to the point the actor clearly has no passion for the role? Cutting Zod would make cutting Supergirl even easier, and then two of the biggest problems with the movie are gone!

The third act does manage to mostly rerail itself once it goes back to Barry trying to unfuck the timeline, with only a disgustingly egregious bit of fanservice that I’ll discuss in the next section hampering it. But at the end, despite the incredibly based George Clooney cameo, there’s just so many unresolved and unanswered questions, with the biggest one being who killed Barry’s mom? Considering her death is what kickstarted the whole plot, you’d think this might come up, but it never does. A lot of other things come up and get dropped too, like whatever was going on with Batman in the opening, but maybe I’m just crazy for wanting elements introduced in a plot to have significance beyond just being there to be cool.

Even beyond that, there’s the fact that Supergirl and Keaton!Batman’s final fates are never really resolved, something that apparently wasn’t a problem in early versions of the film since they showed up alive in the final scene. As much as I loved seeing Clooney, I think trading him for getting some closure for Keaton and Calle would have been more satisfying.

Everyone harps on how bad the CGI is—and it absolutely is, don’t get me wrong—but for the most part I found it endearingly bad. Like the opening with the CGI babies? That’s too goofy for me to hate. But once the movie revolves into bland grey and black CGI bad guys and creepy deepfake celebrity cameos, I stop being quite so forgiving.

Oh, and on the subject of cameos, I’m not sure I’ve ever seen one as pointless and unfunny as Gal Gadot’s Wonder Woman showing up out of nowhere (complete with theme music) to make Bruce and Barry look like dumb assholes. Imagine thinking this was a good idea.

THE UGLY

The biggest point of contention surrounding this movie is the CGI necromancy used in the aforementioned cameo clusterfuck from the climax, which gives us George Reeve, Christopher Reeves, and Adam West posthumously reprising their DC roles in non-speaking appearances (there’s archived audio from West, but his cameo isn't really focused on to the point you can barely tell it's him) where they just stand there before the camera swoops around like in that Saul Goodman gif.

I think this is one of the very few times where I actually think the outrage is mostly justified. To be clear, I’m not getting mad on behalf of dead celebrities I never knew, and as long as the filmmakers went through the proper channels and the estates of these stars were properly compensated, I don’t have any legal objections. All of my distaste is coming from a subjective, moral standpoint.

I have never liked this CGI necromancy ever since Rogue One popularized it. I find it really gross and distasteful, and in most cases I think finding a lookalike actor would be preferable than playing Weekend at Bernie’s with a computer generated facsimile of a dead person. In The Flash, I understand having lookalikes would diminish the wow factor of the crossover, but there was an extremely easy workaround to this: Have cameos from all the living DC stars.

Was Brandon Routh not available to put on the Superman tights? Would it have been so bad to let Grant Gustin pop in for a cameo? They acknowledge Helen Slater, so why not Melissa Benoist? Hell, if you want to reference bad, campy movies, have Shaq show up as Steel or Josh Brolin pop in as Jonah Hex! Or even Ryan Reynolds, I’d bet he’d be down to return if you gave him a real suit this time!

Like there’s just no excuse for ghoulishly parading around dead guys when there’s so many alive guys you could use instead. People can complain all they want about the fanservice and cameos in the past few Spider-Man films, but at least they only had returning characters played by living actors. And when this movie already has the niche, out-there Nic Cage Superman cameo, proving they were down to do things as out there and inoffensively creative as reference unmade movies, it’s really just inexcusable. It doesn’t ruin the movie for me, but it makes me lose a bit of respect for the people who okayed this over less offensive cameo ideas.

IS IT REALLY THAT BAD?

To my surprise, this film actually turned out to be pretty good. Not “great,” not “the best superhero movie ever,” but genuinely mostly good and enjoyable.

My opinion is that the movie is good in spite of itself. The third act is truly a hot mess, the stupid desert battle against Zod is awful and boring, Supergirl is depressingly pointless, so many plot points are just dropped or otherwise forgotten, and the CGI necromancy is nothing short of ghoulish. But the rest of the movie is truly a lot of fun. Barry and his younger self have a fun dynamic, Keaton really manages to take what little he’s given and show that he’s still got it as Batman, the Clooney and Cage cameos were delightful, and most importantly the emotional moments are actually effective.

I think with a bit more polish this film could have actually lived up to the hype around it. There is a great movie in here being suffocated by fanservice and CGI but still managing to get a few gasps of air regardless. I think if they’d kept the conflict more grounded or made Reverse-Flash the primary antagonist, things might have turned out better.

I think its score is pretty fair. My friend @huyh172 described this as “the worst good DC movie,” and it’s an assessment I fully agree with. It’s not as good as Aquaman, Wonder Woman, The Suicide Squad, the Snyder Cut, or Shazam!, and it’s definitely not as bad as stuff like Wonder Woman 1984 or Josstice League. It’s also a bit too enjoyable to be mid. It’s just a really solid movie held back from true greatness by some damning flaws… and really, that makes it the perfect capstone to the "Snyderverse," a cinematic universe that had some solid movies but was held back from greatness by incredibly bad ones.

[underratedandoverit]

slipping out of my fingers

912 words past orangekip

im sorry i wrote angst i. i dont know. my mind is dealing with something rn clearly even tho its not on the surface but like. yeah. this has been plaguing me the past few days and so i just barfed the words out and here we are. this is kinda alternative events post immortal fears there is no happy ending. im sorry

@midnightpretenders0 @stormbornpirate (im tagging yall since you wanted to be tagged in everything, not cause i think you'd enjoy suffering tonight)

on ao3

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The house was so quiet it almost made him nauseous.

Cassidy had been dragging himself through every room possible, being met with the same silence and loneliness every single time. Every single light of hope had dimmed after another, every single door opened to an empty room without a single soul inside it.

Without him ever encountering that smile he had grown so fond of. The laugh that still rang in his ears whenever he heard certain words. The arms that always wrapped around him in a comforting manner when he needed it the most. The soft lips he was so used to be able to kiss whenever he wanted.

He couldn’t find any of those inside these rooms anymore. There’s nothing left behind but darkness.

Heartache.

Every curtain was closed. There were no open windows. The deafening silence lingered around stronger with each room he peeked into, eating alive the final pieces of hope Cassidy had.

He would just need to accept it.

The heartache.

Standing in front of the last door, his hands were shaking. Cassidy didn’t want to face this, but he was told he needed closure. That he needed to embrace the acceptance, that he needed to do this for himself. For their sake.

For Kip's sake.

The door handle was so cold. The tingling feeling shot through his entire body, making him shiver. It wasn’t always like this. This used to be one of the places he spent most of his time when he was home, the one room Cassidy could guarantee he would find company whenever he entered it. The room where most of the tears were shed, but also the one where things had been pushed into motion. Where they had healed, alone, separately, together.

Where they had finally said those faithful words.

There were no sunglasses to hide the tears tonight. He wasn’t even trying to hold them back as he pushed the door open finally, getting slammed in the face with every single memory at the same time, looking over the dark, messy room that hadn’t been occupied in what seemed like weeks now.

The bed covers that either of them so rarely made. The extra darkened curtains to make this a safe space. The dresser half pulled open, single clothing items draped over the edges of the drawers.

Everything just as he remembered leaving it when he walked away the first time.

Cassidy wandered slowly into the room, taking a seat at the edge of the bed. The air was still, heavy with dust, not at all how he remembered it. This had been a place of love before, holding so many strange, heavy days and nights for them both. He could vividly remember every late night conversation they had sitting on the floor at the same time. The way that hand ran through his hair, the way those eyeliner heavy eyes looked at him after they cried together for what felt like the millionth time.

There had been times before, both good and bad, making up, apologies, words that shouldn't have been said but were still shared out of both love and desperation. 

And he wasn’t going to get any of that back again.

He rustled through his jacket pocket for a brief moment, pulling out the note he had found from the kitchen counter earlier. The handwriting was familiar, but it seemed shakier than usually, even after getting better it rarely returned to this bad anymore. Or at least as far as he could remember, it didn't. This was something else, this wasn’t the usual relapse.

Cassidy read the note over and over again, until the tears made it impossible to see the letters anymore, forcing him to crumble the piece of paper, dropping it to the floor.

He carefully laid down on the bed, eyes filled with dust and tears, staring blankly at the ceiling. He had seen this view so many times before, but those dark, lonely nights were nothing compared to the pain shooting through him right now. At least before he would know someone would come for him, help him up on his feet again, be there for him at a moment of weakness like this.

This time, and from now on, he would just be alone.

The phone buzzed in his pocket. On an autopilot he pulled it out, some sense of sick hope in him making Cassidy think this was a sign. No. No, it was just Chuck. He was outside, asking if Cassidy was ready to go.

He slowly sat up, replying to the text barely registering the letters he was punching on the screen. There was no reason to wallow in it, he had to accept the fact that this was how it was going to be right now, and this was how this was going to be from now on. And that he couldn't do anything about it. 

Cassidy took one more glance around the room before he stood up. He didn’t want to leave, but at the same time the happy memories inside here were too much for his heart to handle. Everything was already broken, there was nothing he could do to fix it. Turning on his heels, he dragged himself out of the room, closing the door slowly behind him.

Closing the final door to the love he could possibly receive back from Kip anymore.

We have decided to try again with Penelope. I’m sorry. I love you.

[rayereil]

Memories in the Rain Part 2!

The fight with Grand Fisher is intense. It’s well paced and well drawn.

It’s also the first time Ichigo is fighting on his own. We haven’t had a chance to see him use combat smarts, but he pulls it out in the end!

But jeez, Kubo wanted to make sure we all hated Grand Fisher, huh? Making Ichigo fight his mother brings the trauma straight into the spotlight though. Ichigo has to literally facedown his past to get stronger… not subtle, but it is effective.

Also, did I mentioned Ichiruki? They really do win in this arc. Ships aside, this is a powerful moment hinting at Rukia’s past. Ichigo’s fight is something she’s familiar with. And she’s terrified of losing Ichigo, but she knows she can’t interfere…

You can’t convince me Kubo knows about Rukia’s past yet, but that seems to be Ukitake? As I remember nothing about Rukia’s past other than Kaien’s death, I can’t say much more… but it’s apparent having to watch Ichigo fight is painful for Rukia. She wants to help, but knows she must let him fight alone.

And Ichigo kicks Grand Fisher’s butt!

Which is good because he’ll never see Grand Fisher again.

And even though Ichigo initially views this as a loss, the audience knows it’s a victory. Ichigo let’s his past get destroyed for the sake of seizing his future! One where he can protect everyone.

And who better to accent that point other than Rukia. It’s truly a touching scene between the two of them. And it’s such a classic trope that the concerned love interest thanks the unconscious love interest for not dying. Rukia is 100 percent falling for Ichigo here, and I’d wager Ichigo is starting to like Rukia more and more.

Obviously this is interpretation and not canon… but it’s trope compliant, haha! Kubo just doesn’t end up using them.

Also I need to talk about Orihime again.

She’s perfect. She’s so funny and has such a bright personality! I wish Kubo had kept the jokes up as the series went on…

We also have Orihime realizing she understands Ichigo better after Tatsuki’s story. I’m glad she understands him more… I can only hope Ichigo will eventually be given screen time to understand Orihime in the same way.

And to finish out MITR, the conclusion.

The first scene just gets me. I don’t know what it is about humor like that (“ten years ago-“ “six years”) but I just love it.

And then we have the emotional conclusion! Isshin comforting Ichigo. Ichigo finally realizes the reason no one blames him the way he does himself. We get some closure to the events that have haunted Ichigo, and it’s so beautiful that Isshin is the one who gets this moment with his son.

While Isshin is often used as a gag character and is sometimes made into a pervert, even for his own family, I like serious Isshin. Wish we got to see more of him.

On a related note, I don’t recall Everything but the Rain having Masaki comment on Isshin’s hands while smoking. It didn’t happen in the anime, but obviously scenes were cut for time, so maybe it’ll be in the manga. I hope so. What a quirky thing to mention only to never bring it up again when you have the chance.

And now everyone say goodbye to Grand Fisher because we won’t see him again until the beginning of HM. Also, at the very end of MITR, we see Grand Fisher being reborn into a stronger version of himself. Where is he supposed to be? I’d guess Huecho Mundo, since nowhere else seems appropriate. It really feels like a dropped plot threads since Grand Fisher beefs up and swears revenge on Ichigo, only for him to become a throwaway villain for Isshin to kill. I am glad Isshin gets to kill him though… just wish it’d been in grander fashion. And maybe with Ichigo tagging along. They both deserve some revenge, but it is what it is.

Anyways. It was fun to reread MITR. It’s one of those arcs you “know” but the details are hazy.

Most importantly, I’m getting close to Uryu’s arc!

[mysticalandwitchy]

my first heartbreak

so my ex and I mutually decided to end things after 11 months of being together.... the realisation of it has left me feeling so empty, lonely and completely devastated 😩 Knowing that I can't have him in that way anymore is a real punch to the gut- its the fact that he's saying he's the reason things between us didn't work out because he is too focused on his own personal goals and doesn't have time for me anymore. I respected his honesty and agreed that he can't give me what I want..... and now it's all over in the blink of an eye! 11 months of what we had, over in around 30 minutes of texting.

The worst part of it is I still have feelings for him and I need time to process this loss; I care about him immensely and still think about him constantly. And I know he probably doesn't feel that way about me anymore. I believed in us and thought we could've worked it out but he disagrees and says I'd be better off with someone else. That hurt like nothing else.

I'm writing this out as a way to express my unsaid feelings to him instead of actually saying them to him. Maybe this way I'll give myself the closure that I wanted from him. Life goes on and this is just one setback I'm experiencing; an enormously painful setback, but I know I have to get over it....for the sake of my own wellbeing and happiness.

5/2/23-7/1/24 💔💔💔💔💔💔

[cospinol]

Also ka rin stepping in to take advantage of the situation without missing a beat ❤️❤️❤️❤️

It looks like she’s on her palanquin + she’s never worn that headdress outside of the battlefield so I wonder if she’s on another unrelated front right now… chu arc when…

Thrilled that it’s a han arc finallyyyyyyyyy though they’ve been a question mark for so long :~) and I was just talking about the relatively low number of diplomat/politician characters so my hopes for the new guy are so high. And on the whole I’m relieved that we’re getting away from zhao for a bit, that was exhausting.. though surely we’ll touch base with heki again (since his being Conspicuously Missing came up again this week) so we’re not out of the weeds there either. which like if so I hope he’s in seika so bad, I just want to see shi ba shouuuuuuuuu

Also lol. Like I’ve been saying… the fact that the final word on kan ki might really just be shin and sei going ‘well this whole situation makes me feel bad, let’s not think about it any more’ and leaving it at that

their specific wording and reactions in this convo are good though and I genuinely don’t think there was ever going to be a better answer than the panel above. I’ve been thinking about naki’s death a lot because it really bothered me but I guess at this point what *is* shin going to say or do about any of it, it’s over and if nothing else, sei’s dream is about putting things to rest for the sake of the future lol… I think that putting it in the simplest possible terms just like this is probably the only way past it, especially for shin as such a simple and straightforward person. I’d still like to see some aspect of it come back to bite sei specifically but as is i’m surprisingly satisfied by the intentional lack of closure

[dfroza]

space rain…

@earthskyscience

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the eternal tapestry is thousands of years in the making for the timeline of first earth in its seed of rebirth.

from the fall of first Adam’s sin, and 4,000 years from this point when the 2nd Adam bled on the outskirts of Jerusalem’s ancient walls just about 2,000 years ago from our current day in the [here, & now]

And so with the soon closure of these 6,000 years we see the nearing of the 1,000 year millennial Kingdom (Sabbath) on earth with the eternal King

yet, for the Bride who is ready there will be an escape from the great Judgment to come that precedes this by way of (A secret elopement)

(we’ll wait it all out in Heaven for the indignation to pass)

A look back into ancient History from the writing of the prophet Isaiah in relating to unbelieving and idolatrous Israel (the Tribulation is dubbed Jacob’s Trouble where Israel will eventually come to see the One they pierced as the True Messiah, just as Isaiah reveals in a later chapter, number 53)

[Isaiah 30]

Eternal One: Oh, it will be so bad for you, My rebellious children,

who enact a plan but not as I would have you do,

Who form an alliance contrary to My Spirit,

compounding sin, one bad choice after another.

You look to Egypt for security and help without consulting Me.

You seem to think that Pharaoh is the answer,

That Egypt will protect you from harm.

But because you cling to the earthly power of great nations,

you will be disappointed and ashamed

In the very thing you grasped—Pharaoh and Egypt.

For even though Egypt’s princes and ambassadors are in the delta region,

in Zoan and Hanes,

They will be no help to you, no security or revenue for you.

You’ll be embarrassed that you ever thought they would be

And you will be shamed and disgraced for associating with them.

A message about the beasts of the Negev:

Nevertheless, the Judeans go down to Egypt,

Crossing through a land of trouble and anguish,

tracked by lionesses and lions, in danger of vipers and poisonous snakes,

All their precious valuables packed on the backs of donkeys and camels.

They look to a people who can offer them nothing.

Eternal One: Egypt’s help is no help at all.

Therefore I call Egypt “Rahab”—a storm that just sits there.

So, go on—write all this down on a tablet in their presence;

inscribe it on a scroll as a permanent record

So people will know about it forever.

After all, these people are rebellious and distrustful.

They won’t accept, don’t even pay attention

To what the Eternal has tried to tell them.

They say to those gifted with discernment and insight:

“Stop with your visions. We’ve had enough of them.”

They say to the prophets, “Tell us only what we’d like to hear;

save your truth-telling pessimism for someone else.

We want to hear flattery.

And for goodness’ sake, stop talking about the Holy One of Israel.

Get out of the gloomy rut you are in—

Your message is a bit stale—take a different path.”

But the Holy One of Israel says,

Eternal One: Because you refused to accept this truth, My word and purpose,

and trusted instead in deceit and manipulation, you will fall.

Your wrongdoing, your misplaced confidence and web of lies,

will be your undoing.

Like a breach in a wall that bulges out and suddenly gives way,

your façade will come crashing down in an instant.

Your destruction will be as complete

as when someone savagely smashes a piece of pottery.

There won’t be even a single piece big enough

to scoop an ember from the fire or skim a sip of water from a cistern.

Listen! The Lord, the Eternal, the Holy One of Israel says,

Eternal One: In returning and rest, you will be saved.

In quietness and trust you will find strength.

But you refused. You couldn’t sit still;

instead, you said, “No! We will ride out of here on horseback.

Fast horses will give us an edge in battle.”

But those who pursue you will be faster still.

When one person threatens, a thousand will panic and flee.

When five terrorize you, all will run pell-mell,

Until you are as conspicuous as a single flag standing high on a hill.

Meanwhile, the Eternal One yearns to give you grace and boundless compassion;

that’s why He waits.

For the Eternal is a God of justice.

Those inclined toward Him, waiting for His help, will find happiness.

Oh, people of Zion, citizens of Jerusalem, you will not cry anymore. God hears the sound of your weeping, and He will answer with grace. Even though the Lord has fed you the bitter food of adversity and offered you the water of oppression, your great Teacher will reveal Himself to you; your eyes will see Him. Your ears will hear sweet words behind you: “Go this way. There is your path; this is how you should go” whenever you must decide whether to turn to the right or the left. Then you’ll get rid of all your worthless idols clad in silver and your despicable images plated with gold. You will destroy these idols and discard them as you do filthy rags, saying, “Get out of here.”

And then God will see to it that your efforts are fruitful—He’ll give you rain for your seedlings, bread from the earth, grain nourishing and plentiful. On that day your livestock will graze on acre after acre of green pastures. Also if the oxen and donkeys that work that ground for you are well fed with good grain that is carefully winnowed with shovel and fork, then they will be content. When the day arrives and your enemies are slaughtered and the towers come tumbling down, there will be rushing brooks of clear, sweet water running down every high mountain and steep hill. When the time comes and the Eternal One binds up the brokenness of His people and heals what He had bruised, then the light of the moon will shine as brightly as the midday sun, and the sun will shine seven times brighter than normal, as if one day had seven days of sunlight.

See now, the name of the Eternal is echoing from far away.

God is coming with a fury inescapable to set things right again.

God is coming like fire and smoke;

His lips, indignation—His tongue, consuming fire.

God’s breath barrels down like hurricane rain,

rising right up to the neck to rattle the nations

And to subdue all peoples as a horse handler bridles a crazy mare for slaughter.

In your newfound freedom, you will sing as if it’s a festival night.

With lighthearted joy, you will dance your way toward Jerusalem,

To the Eternal’s mountain, the Rock Israel can trust.

Then the Eternal One will make unmistakable His absolute authority

when all hear His voice, and God’s power will be obvious

For all to see—God’s anger against the nations—that consuming fire

like a cloudburst, thunderstorm, and hailstorm all at once.

And Assyria

will cover its ears, terrified at the sound of God’s voice

When He comes to strike them with His punishing rod.

And every wave of the Eternal’s attacks against Assyria

will be accompanied by a song with tambourines and harps.

In battle after battle, He lifts his arm and fights against them.

After all, long ago, God prepared the place of vindication,

a funeral pyre for Assyria’s king laid deep and high,

A large stack of wood just waiting for God’s breath like brimstone to ignite it.

The Book (Scroll) of Isaiah, Chapter 30 (The Voice)

A note from The Voice translation:

God invites His people to lean only on Him. If they will just stop their busyness and self-reliance, God will be able to take care of them.

[lady-morrigen]

thanks for the tag @vampire-exgirlfriend ✨ i removed the reblogs just for the sake of the dash

1. How many works do you have on ao3? 14

2. What's your total ao3 word count? 62,471

3. What fandoms do you write for? HotD, Stranger Things, TASM!Peter Parker, Star Wars, and i think that's it? I'd be open to TLK once I finish and whatever else strikes my fancy.

4. Top five fics by kudos? Dancing in the Dark (Steve Harrington x reader x Eddie Munson [collab with @vampire-exgirlfriend]), Right Now You're Mine (TASM! Peter Parker x reader), Be Kind, Rewind (Steve Harrington x reader), Tango in the Night (Frankie Morales x reader x Santiago Garcia [collab with @vampire-exgirlfriend]), By the Sun, Moon, and Stars (Pero Tovar x reader🤦🏻‍♀️)

5. Do you respond to comments? I don't get on ao3 as much as tumblr, so I rely heavily on getting the email updates about comments, but yes! I try my best to reply to them all!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? This Was Our Forever. God, I come back to this when I wanna feel something. It hurts so good. Alternately, Two Queens (in a King Sized Bed) bc OUCH.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Gotta be Be Kind, Rewind. I'd be pretty happy to make out with Steve in the back room of the Family Video...

8. Do you get hate on fic? Not really? At least, not yet. I can't say I have released enough, or with enough frequency, that it's been a problem.

9. Do you write smut? Oh absolutely.

10. Craziest cross over? I don't think I've ever written cross over fic lmao

11. Have you ever had a fix stolen? I have had titles hijacked and some elements lifted, but nothing too egregious.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? I haven't!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Oh I co-write with @vampire-exgirlfriend all the time. It's my favorite thing to do. We have some ideas swirling around in our little genius brains that I think will have the girlies (gn) in a tizzy.

14. All time favorite ship? Oooof... I get so so so emo over Helnik. I am so sad that I will never get closure. Reylo is a very close second.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Basically anything that I ever started writing for the Pedro Pascal fandom. I... do not participate in that space anymore and I doubt I have retained any of the audience from it.

16. What are your writing strengths? Oooooh I am good at showing and not telling, scene detail, and dialogue.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Smut, my dudes. Describing all of the different actions and movements and ugh. Also, not adding enough atmosphere to my writing. I am pretty straightforward and don't prioritize the vibe as much.

18. Thoughts on dialogue in another language? See... from the previous fandom I mentioned, there was a huge problem of writers using Spanish in strictly sexual/romantic situations which was icky for all kinds of reasons. So like, sure, use another language. But be respectful. Also, Cassian Andor doesn't speak Spanish just because Diego Luna is Mexican. Let's stop with that.

19. First fandom you wrote in? As an adult, Pedro Pascal/Triple Frontier. I was never brave enough to tackle Mando fic lmao

20. Favorite fic you've written? Oh god, this is tough. Either of the two mentioned in #6. They make me proud.

taglist tags: @noeverse, @katsu28, @selfproclaimedunicorn, @deathbecomesnerds, @ladylannisterxo

no presh: @aegonx, @queen--kenobi, @em-writes-stuff-sometimes

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thank you for tagging me @timetravelingpenguin1066 <3

1. how many works do you have on AO3?

111.

2. what's your total AO3 word count?

413,187.

3. what fandoms do you write for?

Actively: House of the Dragon, The Last Kingdom and Ewanverse characters. Previously: Vikings, MCU, Game of Thrones, and a few miscellaenous characters played by the Skarsgård brothers.

4. top five fics by kudos

Who Taught You How to Love Like That?, Unbearable, Ride, Mine, Perzys se Rūkla (wow, I am popular with the Daemon crowd on AO3, who'd've thunk it?!)

5. do you respond to comments?

For a really long time I didn't, simply because I am a creature of procrastination and AO3 isn't a platform I check often. I think it got to something ridiculous like 400 unread comments, so I wiped them all and started fresh and since then I make a point to go in once a week and reply.

6. what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Either Careless Words or My Body is a Cage

7. what's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Probably The Shielded Heart.

8. do you get hate on fics?

I did for As the Gods Intended - this person was really bent out of shape about the incest and abusive dynamic within the fic, but I went onto their page and all of their fics were Lucemond ones, which seemed hypocritical to me, so I blocked them!

9. do you write smut?

Yes.

10. craziest crossover?

I don't really do crossovers - I did a Tom Bennett/Billy Taylor cross over once. That's my only one. It's called Body Electric.

11. have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not an outright copy and paste, but I have fallen prey to mosaic plagiarism, and it feels equally violating. Especially when the person admits to it, but then refuses to rewrite the portions they've lifted from you.

12. have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes, Unbearable was translated into Portuguese for Wattpad (with credit).

13. have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes, the unpublished Socussy fic - @bottlesandbarricades @targaryenrealnessdarling @em-writes-stuff-sometimes and I all created something nightmarish. It lingers in Google docs, like a beating heart beneath the floorboards.

14. all time favorite ship?

Floki and Helga from Vikings (I have previously written fics for this) and Tifa and Cloud from Final Fantasy VII (never written fics for this and never will)

15. what's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I have yet to leave a WIP unfinished!

16. what are your writing strengths?

Characterisation, clear and concise prose.

17. what are your writing weaknesses?

Sometimes I can be too objective.

18. thoughts on dialogue in another language?

Love it. I never use a translator, as I prefer the challenge of figuring it out myself. Particularly High Valyrian.

19. first fandom you wrote in?

Vikings.

20. favorite fic you've written?

I'm currently very proud of Cozened Indigo.

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—𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘎𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘍𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘚𝘩𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘉𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘊𝘢𝘬𝘦

► SYNOPSIS:

MC is being playful, and Comte gets what he wants.

Or,

Comte gets his face rode on his birthday.

▍comte x mc 

▍rating: E (mdni) 

▍tags: Birthday Smut; Face-Sitting; Cunnilingus; Oral Sex; Come Eating; Comeplay; no food play; Wet & Messy; spoilers for comte's real name 

▍wordcount:  902

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▍a/n: Happy Birthday, Comte! I have nothing to say about this. Something possessed me, I just sat and wrote this. Glad you're here, hope you enjoy <3

When MC scoops whipped cream with the pad of her finger and lifts it to his mouth, Comte expects to be made to lick it off. It comes as a surprise when MC smears the sweet white substance across his cheek instead.

He is taken aback, golden eyes widening all for MC to admire as she stares back with naught in her own. Amused and curious, he wraps his hands around her middle a little more securely; no running away until she explains herself.

Comte has her seated on his lap in his room, a small birthday cake prepared by his truly on the decorative table in front of them. MC made it just for the two of them to share, and getting to enjoy it with her on his lap is a part of his birthday present - one that he himself greedily asked for, and she obliged.

"Hehe… you see, this is a thing in the 21st century. I could have gone even harsher on you and shoved your face in the cake while you were blowing out the candles, just so you know!"

He is now truly bewildered. What a bizarre custom to dirty a person's face with cake icing on their birthday. It would seem as though his lover found a gap in his profound knowledge about how the modern world works. Being helplessly in love with her dictates that he would just feel a burst of fondness for her because of it, and that his interest is now aroused.

"You have made a mess of me, ma douce… aren't you also supposed to clean it afterwards as well? Perhaps this is could be a common reserved for couples only, no?"

Now it's MC's turn to chuckle bashfully, secretly glad that her dear Abel is always following close behind whenever she gets playful ideas. As usual he is creative and comes up with his own that entail additional closure between them… alright then, it will be as he wishes.

MC licks a stripe across his cheek, more than what is necessary to collect the whipped cream with her tongue. She makes a show of licking her lips clean afterward as if it was the sweetest treat in the world she just tasted. Comte leans in for a kiss.

"But darling, you promised me a taste of something else this morning… something that is just as worthy of being called my birthday cake."

A bottom lip caught between her teeth, MC shudders. The libido of this man just heightens with the years, she swears, based on her observations so far. A whole lifetime with him is both a very pleasant and a very dangerous thought, and she's all in for it.

"I take it as you're willing to have it according to the custom I just shared… very well then, Abel. Go lie on the bed."

With the willingness of an obedient pet in the shell of a refined gentleman, Comte makes quite the sight for her. Wetness had dampened her underwear by the time she takes it off, keeping her dress on. Not wanting to make the birthday boy wait any longer, she climbs over him on bed, holding the skirts of her dress by the hem so the territory underneath is all at his disposal. Then she descends, swollen pussy lips pressing against Comte's warm mouth. The faint sensation is enough to stimulate her already.

He lets his tongue out, refusing the urge to lap at her wetness just for the sake of serving her - leaving the movement all in her hands to dictate and toy with. MC uses it all to her utter advantage, finding a pace that works well for her, rocking softly back and forth. It takes a couple of minutes to get used to the initial outburst of pleasure but eventually she braces herself for taking a look down at him. Skirts pushed out of the way so the place where he serves her is exposed, her cheeks heat up immediately. She can all but see the skin around his mouth glistening with her juices.

"Abel… I'm gonna make a mess of you if we keep this up…"

The response comes in the form of a low, guttural sound deep within his throat - telling volumes of how shamelessly inlove he is with the image she put in his head. He practically purrs at the way another wave of slick arousal coats his tongue as he feels the tight ring of her entrance contracting each time MC's hips buck against his face. For the lack of anything more fitting to call him, MC realizes he's utterly pussydrunk in the current moment, but then for the sake of her own wellbeing she spares him the introduction of yet another modern time thing that can be used against her, in the best way of course. The orgasm knocking on the doors of her reason is unavoidable, and even though she's all in charge of that, her hips move seemingly on their own. She rides her beloved's face to completion, screaming his name to the heavens as she makes a pretty mess of his pretty face.

Instead of electrifying overstimulation, there is only a need for more. This is only a part of all the things she wants to do to him on his birthday, so she should really consider taking her pussy off his face soon, but…

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[clanwarrior-tumbly]

I have been waiting for this i want more Poppy Playtime fics around and now is a chance! I am so bad at thinking of prompts I am so sorry if this doesn't sound okay- and I feel the need to ask for it to be a platonic fic please-?

Maybe a Reader that was an ex-designer for the toys designs, and Huggy Wuggy being one of their favorites, so when they see the giant Huggy Wuggy statue, creature, they express outwardly how proud they are of how Huggy turned out and how much they love their design and wish they could hug em themself abit whilst talking to themself, and during when huggy is gone expresses some small bit of disappointment before realization hits, and during the chases Huggy, instead of murder when catches, instead actually hugs, leaving the reader both absolutely terrified, relieved, and utterly confused, and after a long while gets let go, and Huggy either hangs around them still and becomes like a guard dog or heads off on his own you can decide that- sorry if this is confusing or weird,,- ;w;

- Salt Anon (imsorryifitsterribleimsobadatthinkingofprompts)

"Everyone thinks the staff disappeared 10 years ago. We're still here. FIND THE FLOWER."

You repeated the words of the note given to you by an anonymous sender, keeping them fresh in your mind.

A while ago the letter showed up in your mailbox, and at first you had absolutely no idea what it was talking about.

But then..you finally remembered that old toy facility.

Playtime Co, a place dedicated to bringing joy to children around the world with lifelike toys.

Being an ex-designer of most of them, including your favorite one Huggy Wuggy, you've come up with ideas for their appearances and functions. But that's about it really. The rest of the process was locked behind closed doors, and you mysteriously got sick when you questioned what exactly brought them to life.

Well, you took your sick day for the month, which would end up being your last day affiliated with the company ever. Nobody answered when you called after recovering and news broke out regarding the company's entire shutdown, allegedly due to families discovering massive amounts of blood while on a tour at your facility.

You knew they weren't the most sanitary, but jeez..you didn't think it'd be that bad.

It was a disappointing to see the Huggy Wuggys and other toys get pulled off the shelves. It broke your heart just as much as the children's.

In a way, it made you feel like you've put all your blood, sweat, and tears into the toys for...nothing.

Despite this abrupt change, you tried putting it out of your mind and moved on, finding a normal job that didn't involve anything unusual like what you've experienced.

Then your life was turned upside down once more with the arrival of this letter, hinting that your less-than-fortunate ex-coworkers were somehow still alive.

Your gut and logic begged you to burn it and forget that place, for the sake of your sanity.

But....this was your best chance at getting closure.

You secretly hoped to find answers, through studying old VHS tapes for anything unusual and even contacting the families of those coworkers. Oddly enough even they had no idea what happened. Their loved ones seemingly disappeared like a blip on the radar, and are still reported missing to this very day.

As for the facility itself, the mysteries turned into a "ghost story" around town--where the toys supposedly became possessed after being abandoned, and were still awaiting vengeance on their creators.

Back then you gave up on finding answers.

But now? One simple letter with a familiar flower has drawn you back here.

And here you stood, with the blue arm of the Grabby Pack, a contraption you immediately recognized. With a sigh you adjusted the shoulder strap, gazing upon the tall Huggy Wuggy statue that towered over everything else.

He wasn't just a stone or marble statue but the biggest Huggy to date, made with the same string and polyester as his smaller sellable counterparts. You've put your heart and soul into designing him and proposed the idea of him being the mascot, given how his popularity just soared.

It was a shame no child would get to have another Huggy again. To feel the happiness of one clinging to them and comforting them whenever they needed a friend.

But at least this one was still here. Elliot always addressed him as "Experiment 1006", though of course he'll always be "Huggy" to you. He was more than just a number.

"Wow..you still look amazing even after all this time." You muttered in awe. "I miss you bud, and...I wish I can give you a big hug. Just for old time's sake."

As expected, only silence greeted you. But that was fine. Huggys weren't much for conversation anyways, only hugs.

"I'm proud of what we built together. I'm proud of you." You whispered before snatching the key he held, venturing to the power room.

'That silly red arm has to be here somewhere.'

What you missed, though, were the pair of eyes that slowly shifted towards the section of the factory you departed to.

..........

After doing some electrical maintenance, you returned to the main wing to check on Huggy, only to find he had vanished.

While you were initially disappointed to see him gone..it dawned on you that maybe he heard your words.

Of course..he would've had to.

Why else would he move from his post? Though you weren't entirely sure what he could be up to or where he could be.

Regardless, you had to look for the flower. And you kept your sights on that as you ventured throughout the facility, eventually finding the other arm and using both to assist you with various tasks.

Then came the Make-A-Friend section, where you had to complete the rite of passage that was assembling a toy to open the next door. The "Nobody Leaves Without A Toy" sign was clear indication that you weren't going anywhere until you've put a toy on the scanner.

So you hummed quietly to yourself as you got right to work turning on the machines, assembling a Cat-Bee. If it were up to you, you'd try to make a Huggy, but your options were obviously limited. So you work with what you have to progress.

It could've been just the nerves of being alone in a creepy place for so long, but you felt the machines' eyes watching you the entire time...just like Huggy was.

Oh well, the sooner you found a sign of that flower, the easier this'll be. You had nothing to be afraid of.

After grabbing the finished Cat-Bee off of the conveyor belt, you brought it to the scanner. You designed her, too, and were happy with the way she turned out.

You remember just suggesting you combine a bee and a cat into one creature. A simple suggestion that took off fast, though not nearly as fast as Huggy.

With a small sigh, you let go of the handles of the pack to give her a quick hug for good luck, before placing her on the scanner. After a few moments, you saw the green check mark being displayed as the door opened.

You found yourself facing a small hallway with two locked doors and...a completely dark corridor straight ahead.

Now if you've learned anything from horror movies, this is exactly the part where some creepy monster lunges at you from the darkness. 'There's no monsters here, though...' You thought with great uncertainty as that ultimately failed to comfort you.

All you could feel was a sense of dread, just by thinking that.

But what monster did you have to be afraid of..except-

'No..stop it. He isn't a threat.'

However in the very next moment, after you've taken a few steps closer to the darkness...

You would realized how horribly, horribly wrong you were.

Huggy silently appeared from the shadows, almost as if he materialized out of thin air. He loomed over you with a wide smile, one that was full of wet, pink, fleshy gums that seemed all-too-human. His thin sharp teeth were arranged in such a way that looked like a mouth within a mouth.

You definitely did not design him with those features at all.

"H-Huggy? What are you...h-hey! Stay back!"

Realizing how close he was getting, you backed away into the previous room, wondering why he was acting like he wanted to...to eat you. His gaze was unblinking, mouth hanging open like a ravenous dog as he showed no signs of understanding your commands to stop.

But before long you heard alarms and glanced over your shoulder, seeing the door to the ventilation shaft had opened.

No way could that be a coincidence.

Someone else was watching you.

You didn't know who, what, why, or how. But you knew one thing for certain:

You had to get the fuck out of here.

"I'm sorry, Huggy. Please don't follow me!" You ran to the door, jumping onto the conveyor belt before rushing inside the ventilation system. Despite the obvious "DO NOT ENTER" sign plastered beside it, you had no other choice.

Unfortunately you had to duck down as you navigated through it, which didn't help the weight of the pack. But you could manage it for the time being.

Though you heard nothing behind you, and you figured it was better if you didn't look back at all. Not even once. You just kept your eyes forward. There were a lot of slopes and holes you could easily fall through, so you watched your step as well.

Ahead of you were some grates, and you froze in fear upon seeing Huggy turn the corner and rush over to you, before turning left and disappearing.

He didn't crawl. He was actually crouched, using his long limbs to shuffle through the tight spaces. The vents didn't impede his movement whatsoever.

In fact..he was still faster than you.

The only way to go was left, so you did and tried to keep an eye out for the monstrous toy. You were no maintenance worker, so you had absolutely no idea where you were going or where he'll pop up.

All you could do was pray that your body won't end up decaying and rotting in here--adding to the stench of death that already swamped this entire place.

You noticed spraypainted words on the walls, like "DANGER" and "DON'T", wondering if someone left those messages here as a warning.

It would be more helpful if they showed themselves and told you what the hell was going on here.

By some miracle you've evaded Huggy long enough to find a way out, sliding down a ramp that sent you straight out onto a catwalk. The vent door slammed shut soon after, allowing you to catch your breath.

You noticed a giant box up above you with red, green, and blue handprints on it. Before you can react, the door burst open and Huggy screeched, leaping over to you.

"Shit-!!!"

He had you trapped in his hold, hoisting you up high above his head. You could only look down in terror, seeing his gums drip saliva, and you closed your eyes as you awaited the inevitable.

Dying here, without learning anything about your coworkers or why your beloved creation had betrayed you.

Maybe this was your punishment for being so nosy. For blindly trusting that damned letter.

Yet you felt no pain, instead there was only..

Softness?

Opening your eyes, you found yourself faced with a furred blue chest, arms gently squeezing you.

Just like..a hug.

"H-Huggy..?" You murmured, confused, terrified, and..oddly enough relieved.

Of course, this is what he wanted from you: a hug after not seeing a single human in forever.

Maybe you were overreacting when you first saw him approach you.

He genuinely made you feel scared for your life, so...why did you feel so guilty for running?

You were filled with conflicting emotions.

After a minute or two had passed, Huggy finally set you down and did nothing else, except crouch to see your face better. You looked into his glossy plastic eyes, noticing almost..humanlike ones within them.

Or maybe it was just a weird reflection, or your own eyes playing tricks on you.

You didn't know what to believe anymore.

But you released all the tension within you with a forced laugh. "Oh Huggy..you should've told me that's all you wanted." You sighed, feeling your heartrate calming down. "You were probably excited to see me, huh?"

Nodding, he patted you on the head gently. Then he perked up and crawled past you, grabbing the boxes blocking your way and throwing them into the foggy abyss below.

It was quite a long way down, indeed.

"Oh! Thank you." You also saw, across several more catwalks, the giant painted poppy flower on the opposite wall. A door appeared to be in its center.

"FIND THE FLOWER"

That's right. That's your original objective.

You wondered how Huggy knew, but when you turned around to question him, he had disappeared back into the vents.

Finally..you realized something you've been blind to all along: he wasn't just chasing you around to get the chance to hug you.

He was also showing you the way forward.

[devilsskettle]

can you explain that mike flanagan post? /gen (its ok if you dont want to tho)

i can’t speak for the op of the post but i’m happy to share my opinion about it! (here’s the post for anyone else’s reference) (also spoilers below)

i’ll preface this by saying that mike flanagan has had a lot of success and garnered a large following from his horror(-related) projects and i’m not actually sure what the general public consensus is on his work, but my opinion is pretty negative and i’ve seen that opinion shared by a lot of other horror fans, primarily in the frustration towards the way he adapts a lot of preexisting stories. he’s adapted several horror classics (the haunting of hill house/bly manor being adaptations of the haunting of hill house and turn of the screw respectively) and several stephen king books. nothing wrong with that inherently, but the haunting of series is so removed from the source material it doesn’t make sense to even really call them adaptations. it feels disrespectful to the original stories by taking it apart and putting it back together as a vessel for whatever unrelated story he wants to tell, sometimes a story that functions entirely opposite of its source material. for example, the haunting of hill house intends to disrupt its audience. it’s not supposed to be comforting, it’s supposed to unsettle and the whole story is hurtling towards a senselessly tragic ending. the main character, nell, is deeply lonely and unlikable, and she’s blocked from making a genuine human connection with anyone else every time she tries. it’s unclear if there’s anything actually supernatural going on or if she has a collision with this “absolute reality” that she feels entirely unwanted and that she’s wasted her life, and she’s just unable to cope. it’s NOT a family drama, none of the characters are related. for some reason, flanagan decided to make them all siblings haunted by the death of their mother and the LITERAL supernatural ghosts of hill house when they were children (while the main characters stay at hill house as adults and the story takes place almost entirely inside the house instead of primarily seeing the house in flashback). the nell of this version becomes a traumatized widow and spirals, reaches out to her many siblings to no avail for only one day, goes to hill house, and is killed by a literal ghost in a way that makes it look like a suicide, but is later revealed to her family that it’s not actually and she gets to come back and see them one last time to give them closure about what happened to their family, giving them a chance at a happy life together and the people they love. this is a horror story that balks at horror and strives to reverse it. how do you adapt a story that ends in an actual suicide and roll it back that much because it’s too challenging for you to deal with. pussy shit. shirley jackson’s story provides no comfort, no closure, no certainty about what actually was happening in that house. it’s fucking weirddddd to remove a text so absurdly from its source in almost every aspect except name and location (big scary house). i have more chips on my shoulder about this particular adaptation but i digress. bly manor is essentially the same way with its source material of turn of the screw and again it’s fucking weird, there’s no real reason to call it bly manor at all. he’s also adapting edgar allan poe soon and a lot of people are pessimistic about how that will turn out

also re: a “full twisted horror” version from mike flanagan: when does he EVER do anything in a “full twisted horror” way. he writes and directs horror projects constantly but seems to fucking hate the genre. when his adaptations are so de-fanged from the original sources and his original work is so lackluster and cheesy in terms of its horror elements, why doesn’t he just write dramas and/or action movies for christ sake. it’s so conceited too to be like oh i can make a REAL horror adaptation of wuthering heights like. i have absolutely no faith in that whatsoever lol also just because the 2011 film adaptation isn’t “horror” it’s still bleak and tragic and also doesn’t shy away from the nuance of heathcliff as a character and the brutality of the way other people treated him, even if we only see the first half of the novel. like that’s also valuable and to brag about making it a “real” horror film is dismissive of that and just generally tacky imo. also have you seen this guy’s idea of “scary” special effects? soooo lame and tacky. sorry but it’s just not it for me. he really only has two tricks up his sleeve, which are “ghost/supernatural creature with glowing eyes” and “literal cartoon character villain” it’s so uninspired

soooo with that in mind, the idea of him adapting wuthering heights is abhorrent to me. he has shown several times that he doesn’t understand gothic horror, that he can’t embrace the unsettling and insists on comforting his audience instead (also a problem in gerald’s game, doctor sleep, bly manor, etc), that he shies away from the kind of complicated and violent and intense familial and romantic love that is so important to wuthering heights. i feel that he would make any allusion to the supernatural far too literal and the ending cheesy as hell and that would be unforgivable. i absolutely don’t trust him to write complicated “unlikable” women like cathy (he simply strips away anything interesting about his female characters and has no insight into women as people and our life experiences, i actually think he does make the effort which i actually do appreciate from a male filmmaker but more often than not he ends up writing fake deep plot lines for women that lack emotional reality because they’re not based on one specific lived experience, just a general archetypal idea of an experience, which i think he does in other aspects of certain characters as well, i.e. his queer characters or characters who struggle with addiction, all of whom he writes a very similar way) or characters with any nuance in general. tl;dr: i think it would suck ass. he’s not emily brontë and he will never come close and i genuinely hope he dies before he tries to adapt wuthering heights not to be dramatic

in conclusion: