#but its so fucking annoying when theres one that is nearly perfect

[foxstens]

what's with the trend of characters only referring to each other by their last names

[anxiouslyextroverted]

any hot takes about anything?

I got heaps but the main 2 I've been thinking of currently have been.

I do not like people who tell me that me saying "I have autism" is bad.

I do not like the quote 'practice makes perfect'

So the first one about autism. I got my autism diagnosed at 6 and from that point onwards especially at school, my autism was seen by everyone as just my identity, I was called autistic as an insult on the daily basis and multiple slurs. so the idea that people are trying to say to me that "I'm autistic > I have autism" is weird to me cuz not only have I experienced more ableism from people that have used the "identity first" language, but I also have used these terms interchangeably. Its not that I see autism as a disease, I just used them interchangeably. but I always prefered saying "I have autism" because it makes me feel more comfortable seeing Autism as this extra thing to me rather than just my whole identity because my whole life I've had to convince so many people that no, autism is not just my identity, I have a personality outside of my autism diagnosis ffs. So yeah. Whenever psychologists and people in general saw me as "autistic" that was fine until they made it my entire being. My parents, friends, helper teachers would always say "Oh you're shy right now, thats you being autistic" "oh you're talking a lot its cuz you're autistic" , "You're not introverted, you're autistic." Its fine to use identity first language ofc if it validates you to be proud of autism, but I wish ppl would undestand that there are so many people that are uncomfortable with just being seen as 'autistic' as their identity, when I just can't see autism as my identity. So many times where I've had to tell people all my life "I'm me. My autism BARELY effects me." and im sorry if that is insensitive but its an objective fact for me that my autism does not effect me nearly as much as my helper teachers, friends and family claimed it did. I hope that explains why I just get so annoyed when people try to change my way of seeing it srry. Autism is not who I am. I'm me before my autism. Personality comes first.

And the second one about the practice makes perfect. I have been drawing since I was 7 years old. I drew on the daily basis both digitally and traditionally and I'm 20 now and you'd think I'd be at a pro level since I have been drawing every single day since 7 but no... I'm barely even intermediate. I'm average, I can't even draw angles or perspective and it took me last week to actually know how to draw lighting + lineart. So Practice doesn't always make perfect. What makes you good at things is practicing the right way. My years of drawing never worked out because I am naturally a messy person who can't draw angles and shit like that, I was learning how to draw overall rather than focusing on fundamentals (watching tutorials on how to draw manga chars rather than tutorials on anatomy ect is oof), I treated art like a stim rather than actually focusing like I would dissociate always and not think whilst drawing, memory bad, I have blind optimism which is just seeing things as way better than they really are. It srsly didn't help that so many of my friends learnt how to draw like a pro within 2 WEEKS which was insane to me. So yeah I just hate that quote. I'd ague that even practicing the right way may not even work either, some people just arent born for certain things. Like aphantasia and dyslcalculia seriously impact my ability to draw. Oh and this didn't just happen with drawing but with dancing too, I danced ever since 3 and I should be a pro but I'm not and all my practice amounted to nothing.

so ye theres some takes ig. The 2nd ones less controversial but I just feel so strongly about it cuz im sick of artists in particular getting told "just try" "just draw everyday" "just practice" and fuck it, its how i feel about exposure therapy too. I did performing in front people + public speaking since i was 9 and it never once improved my social anxiety infact I'm pret sure it made it worse. "oh you have social anxiety. just do confident things" bro that doesn't always work for peoplee

[innocentbi-stander]

making a valiant return to my latest and greatest fixation: necromancer jaskier

theres just so much beautiful potential in necromancer jaskier content

first of all the image of ‘the happy go lucky brightly dressed bard is secretly an extremely powerful necromancer’ is PERFECT

necromancing is like magic in which some people are born with the capacity for it and others aren’t, though necromancing is an extremely rare occurrence

jaskier’s mother and father both become aware of his talent when they walk into his nursery and find baby jaskier giggling as a skeleton leans over his cradle and plays with him

most necromancers hide what they are to avoid being hunted down by fanatics

because of this jaskier is mostly self taught and is constantly discovering new abilities that he had no idea he could do

geralt absolutely hates this (he pretends its because its annoying that jaskier doesn’t know his own fucking abilities but the reality is that waking up in the middle of the night to sometimes see jaskier floating several inches off the bed scares him a little)

but lets be honest most of the time geralt is the textbook definition of “scared but horny” because that man has a massive competence kink

theres an extra level of understanding and kinship between geralt and jaskier because even though jaskier is better at blending in with the rest of humanity than geralt, he understands what its like to be fundamentally other and feared

jaskier is someone who fully listens to geralt when he has something to say and offers companionship the witcher has never had access to before while geralt provides a safe space for jaskier to be his true, weird necromancer self and take off his mask

even when that weird necromancer self includes levitating over the bed, accidentally raising the dead, having rousing conversations with ghosts geralt can never hope to see, and sometimes even accidental shadow teleportation

neither jaskier or geralt will admit exactly how many ‘accidents and accidental power discovery’ occurs on their travels or how it often spurns them into running about like chickens with their heads cut off

for example, the time they discovered jaskier’s super durability when a bandit thrust a sword through the bard’s gut, only for the hole to heal moments after the sword was removed

geralt nearly had a panic induced brain aneurysm after that, and another one after jaskier suggested they “experiment some more with the ability” because fuck no you aren’t stabbing yourself again with my sword jaskier

afterwards there were a lot of apologetic kisses and cuddles around the campfire to make up for the scare

because of his connection with death as a necromancer, jaskier is technically immortal

jaskier usually uses his necromancy powers in such an offhandedly lighthearted quirky way that geralt forgets that jaskier can be SCARY when he uses his Evil Powers correctly

namely, when bandits attack unexpectedly and manage to knock geralt out, he passes out to the sound of screaming and wakes up to jaskier covered in blood, lovingly sending some of his skeletons back into the earth

there wasn’t much of the bandit’s bodies left to clean up

so geralt and jaskier make their way along the path, occasionally with a few of jaskier’s undead friends and try their best to fumble through jaskier learning exactly what he can and can’t do with his still growing powers

it isn’t until they meet yennefer, aka ‘owner of the single braincell’ that she suggests maybe finding another necromancer to ask them some questions

they have a long way to go

if you couldn’t tell i absolutely love necromancer jaskier, and may or may not write a sequel to this post

Also, I take prompts! feel free to send me one in my ask box and I will be sure to check it out!

[maschotch]

The thing that really really annoyed me about the Hotch/Foyet arc is that Hotch’s own trauma is never addressed like you said. It feels that all through the start of season 5 it was Hotch needs to get Foyet and then he can stop, breathe and deal with what happened to him. Then when Foyet is gone the aftermath is all about Hayley dying. I get that it’s a major loss for Hotch but it became entirely and wholly about that. There was no space for Hotch to deal with his own experiences. Not even a small conversation with Rossi to address his own mental recovery. I think they missed a chance to have a very important and meaningful moment to address trauma and ptsd.

as much as i agree and as much as i would love to see hotch actually fucking dealing with his trauma ajdhksh it also makes perfect sense for his character that he doesnt… its very fitting that he doesnt talk about anything ever and keeps his emotions thoroughly hidden from the others. he rarely opens up about anything.. he’ll tolerate dave’s prying since he’s used to that by now, he’s empathetic and offers examples from his own life when comforting/supporting jj, and morgan can sometimes claw it out of him whether he wants to or not. but he rarely initiates emotional conversation when its for his own sake. and none of them necessarily feel comfortable just straight up asking him about something so fucking horrible.

that being said they do just kinda move on like nothing happened ajdjskh they bring it up every once and a while? like in the lauren aftermath and with luke skywalker… a little after zugzwang... they so consistently give us so little information/insight about him that its just kinda one of those things where you have to really read into it. which is for our imaginations ig but its not NEARLY as satisfying

i feel like they almost imply that he talks to emily about it at some point?? at the very least she’s there to look out for him since she’s partnered up w him so often in the next couple episodes. it just seems like a good opportunity for him to reveal maybe more than he’d typically would—he’s vulnerable in the immediate aftermath of foyet’s attack, even if he’s unable to talk about specifics, maybe he would talk in looser terms about other stuff he’s been dealing with.

after haley’s death…. okay yeah no actually youre right akhdksjd what i wouldve given to see the team actually provide real support.. the ONLY thing we get is morgan offering to help with paperwork. which is. angelic skdhsjdijdk 🙏🙏🙏 but there shouldve been more!!!!! jj watching jack for a bit so hotch has time to relax.. emily and morgan dragging him out for drinks to lift his spirits… penelope bringing over meals and the three of them cooking together… theres just so much that couldve been. and damn maybe we could see him fucking process all this shit

[brideofcthulhu10]

Hey! I was wondering if you could do an imagine where the boys celebrate their s/o birthday? Can be poly or not, I leave that up to you. I really like your writing :)

Absolutely, just leave it to me! Whew that took a while to type, but I really hope you like it!

The Boys Throwing the Perfect Birthday for their S/O

Marko was most likely the first to commit your birthday to memory, it's just something he's very adamant about with all the boys as well. Being changed is a new start for them, so he's made it his goal to make sure their birthdays for years to come are all unforgettable, you are no exception. Marko bought your gift two months ago, you'd been gushing over it for weeks, and he had even written it down just so he wouldn't forget. He and David went on a supply run because take out wasn't gonna cut it. You needed a cake, chips, soda, and regrettably a fruit and veggie platter. You always in insisted they had one healthy thing, and even if the thought of celery made his nose scrunch he did it to make you happy. He'll be running like a chicken with his head cut off preparing, having David keep you busy on the boardwalk the past few days, trying to sweep up the cobwebs… so, so many cobwebs. He's flying on the ceiling to lace up streamers, balloons- 

"Dude, Paul quit using up all the helium, man, that shit was not easy to steal from the party store!"

Dwayne acts like he isn't going to do much for it, but he'll secretly be planning the most perfect gift he can think of. He just loves the look on your face when he surprises you, it's the cutest expression in the entire world. You think he hasn't noticed when you slow down on the boardwalk to stare at the store windows? He's almost tempted to have a temporary job just to earn it the right way… but then just change his mind and steal it when no ones looking. Big Ed can suck a fat one. He'll do what he can as far as wrapping it but by god is this tape stupid! It keeps getting stuck to his fingers! David walks by, and in his infinite kindness, puts Dwayne on Official wrapping duty with the biggest smirk on his face. Cue a pile of gifts for you Dwayne is now painstakingly wrapping, theres paper scraps all over his lap, confetti in his hair, and someone put a bow on the top of his head.

Paul tries to remember but our poor space cadet will get lost in space, he just has so much going on in his head. He'll probably remember maybe hours before your birthday and PANIC! Waltz into the cave and see balloons everywhere, Marko walking on the ceilings ceilings armfuls of colorful paper, Dwayne's mashing tape and wrapping paper to a box, even David is bringing in paper bags of groceries- Oh SHIT your birthday was tonight! And yes, he did scream that out loud. Honestly the others aren't surprised, Paul has said that 3 times this month. He scrambles out the cave to find something, anything, to give you! He settles on the biggest animal at the boardwalk he could find, at the very least remembering which animal was your favorite, and a few comic he swiped from those loser wannabe-hunters. Dwayne would be annoyed at the massive gift, there was no way he could wrap it so he'd probably just slap a big fat bow on that. 

David, of course, is as cool as a cucumber. He went out the night before and gathered up a few select items he knew you'd appreciate, though if you tell anyone he's being sweet, he'll kill you. While Marko's zig-zagging through aisles he's on cart duty, just casually rolling through and knocking stuff into it as they go. And no, they are not gonna pay for this crap, he'll just hypnotize the cashier into giving them an awesomeness discount- 100% off. He's been entertaining you at the boardwalk for the past two days just to give Marko time to decorate, and by god he can't wait to stop waking up to confetti in his hair. Of course he'll never give away they're planning everything, if you ask about the boys he'll just shrug and say "hunting trip, couldn't be helped." And that's the end of that. On the day of he's stacking sick packs of beer, plunking liters of soda on an old table, and god help him if Paul tries to stick his fucking finger in the cake again, he will bite it off.

 They gave you a time to meet them at the boardwalk, and sure enough there's Paul sent out as the designated picker-upper to drive you there. He's just so excited, he can't wait to see how happy you'll be and honestly it's hard to keep his mouth shut. Your eyes will be covered, and he's snickering the whole time until- SURPRISE! 

Marko will drop down from above and kisses you all over, Dwayne hugs you so tight you're lifted up, and David waits until the chaps has mellowed to steal a sweet, gentle kiss from your mouth and coolly give you a "happy birthday, gorgeous."

Now, its finally party time. The rockbox is practically bouncing in place with the music so loud, each boy wants their designated dance with you they all just wanna soak up every moment of this. After you cake Paul whines for you to open his present first, only to be reminded there's not much opening you can do with a giant plushie with a bow. You don't care, it's the cutest thing and thankfully it's from one of the cleaner stands so it doesn't smell like mothballs. You gush over the gifts, but even more you are nearly driven to tears just that they went so far for you. They'll hug you, there'll be no tears- happy or sad- on your birthday. By the end they've all insisted you stay for the daytime, and carrying you off to the caves for a massive pile of snuggles. David insists you sleep on his chest, Marko wedges himself into your arms, Dwayne is of course the big spoon while Paul draped himself on top of you and David's legs. Your birthday was more than you could imagine, and now you're lulled to sleep by the waves, clutched from every angle by your vampire lovers.. 

[flameontheotherside]

Learning Disabilities

Like my Twin Flame (Erik) I dealt with a learning disability. I saw a speech pathologist and took a separate reading/English and math classes than other students my age. Also been called stupid or retarded and bullied all through high school because of it. Go team...😑 I failed kindergarten nearly 2x and had to make up 9th grade classes in my 12 year.

I'm not a good student. My attention span is at nearly 0 unless it's a subject I'm passionate about and I start showing off or get real bored. My confidence also 0 because of bullying.I need to see pictures in front of me and I need to be able to concentrate harder to follow along to understand what I just read.

I'm a visual learner 100%.

I learned how to play bass like it was nothing through a video game and continue to use visual aids to learn other things like Spanish and other languages, watching documentaries sometimes with the subtitles helps me comprehend what they are saying while I see the videos.

YouTube saved my life.

I watch several channels that explain social behavior and how to do just about anything. I could be a cosmetologist in spite of no traditional training. I've had people ask me to do thier hair several times and I get compliments on my hair too.

I learned everything I know on YouTube and Google. But my memory is kind of jacked up probably from previous partying years shortly after Erik's death and giving up on relationships. When I play trivia I'm decent at it. Rick is way better because his memory is impeccable. I don't do well under pressure anyway. Unless I'm singing on stage.

English is my second language.

Its common for twins (biological) or any set of babies within the same age in the same home to develop a "language". I forgot what study it was. Dont be lazy, look it up! There are twin babies on YouTube who do this as well. Kane and I had a language. It sounded like a legit language where we kept calling our dolls who I regarded to be my children, "monas" which is kind of interesting considering a mona is:

monas - a singular metaphysical entity from which material properties are said to derive

We had specific names for objects. Mona was the only one I can remember. And we had an alien friend name Wasii. Me and Kane spoke to Wasii in this same language.

Kane grew out of the language faster than me.

I was developing at a slower rate and spoke in that language even into kindergarten. Kane understood what I was saying and I rode on his coattails through my first round of kindergarten. So on the second time, I was forced to speak English. But that came with its challenges.

I remember being frustrated with my mom not understanding me and why its was important for Kane not to help me. I understood yes and no and sounds as good or bad sounds. Certain sounds a person makes especially when they are angry still fuck me up. I completely shutdown. Crowds and crowded places are exhausting without headphones or someone to talk to for distraction.

Music became my "thing".

It still is a tool I use to remember things. Especially phone number way back then. Like 8675309 I turned my home number into a similar song. Theres a song for everything. To get me in the mood to clean I would sing the barney cleaning song. I still use music to do it...just not the barney song. Chop Suey would have been my cleaning song if it weren't for what Erik did.

When I wanted to say something, I would sing a song when I was little. My mom and I would play patty cake and sing along to music popular in the 90s. I learned how to tie my shoes with song. I would sing the stranger danger barney song when I would walk to and from school.

Talking didn't happen until I was about 4 or 6.

Even when I did eventually talk, I spoke quietly or with my friends when I figured out having friends was a good thing. Before that, I'd get into fights with others. I was kind of an asshole 😆 🤣 lol I got suspended for locking a boy in the bathroom and telling on him. Got sent home for getting my finger stuck in my wooden recorder. I slammed my hand shut on the car door when a cute boy walked past us and I blamed him for it.

My bipolar didn't show until middle-high school.

My grades were shitty, I was loud and annoying. Back then all I did was talk and it as mostly about boys, food, anime, and Manga. Kind of like Usagi and Miyaka, typical nutcase with a sweet tooth and with a crush or too. I was an animated freak who got rejected and bullied most of the time.

I picked up a culinary degree.

Already knew how to cook, I'm hands on and visual. The easiest way and the only way to higher education (even without a GED) was in culinary. I took an equivalency test and got into the school. I failed one class. Only because the teacher in meat fabrication was a hot punk kinda dude who listened to Incubus.

Buwahaha.... I'm dumb. Lol 😆 I wasn't perfect but I made sure to pass on the bare minimum because I had no real desire to cook professionally. I just wanted to not get yelled at for being a loser. I don't regret it. My internship was the best 3 months of my life! I was away from home for the first time, worked and played at a ClubMed resort, had a few flings, and it was just fucking great.

I'm like Linda and Tina from Bob's Burgers

If you ever seen the show Linda likes to break out into random songs like as if the show was a musical and Tina is a weirdo. More like a Tina is me as a kid and grew up into a Linda. Lol 😆 thats kind of why I love the show. Its relatable. My family is sort of crazy like that. I always thought spirits were laughing at us. It makes me excited to see them in January. I hope we will!

😆🎼🎶🎵 Tra la la la la la la...

[leo-writes-x]

Diving Bell | Bucky Barnes

Summary: Bucky and Reader both get sad on rainy days.

Warnings: Slight angst. Much fluff

A/N: I’m back!

Prepare the diving bell. It's time to take this low again. I sink into myself, low. No need for farewell. I know you always understand.

 There were days, like today, where the weather outside mirrored the condition inside of Bucky's head. On these days, where the rain cleaned the city, Bucky tended to fall inside his own mind. More often than not he locks himself away in his room, hiding not from his team but from having to face his own emotions in front of others. Each time he did this you could feel your heart sink into your stomach in worry. And despite your best efforts you could never seem to break through to him during the rainy days. But today you felt the rain and cold creep into your own soul and today, you decided, Bucky would not be sad alone. 

 Sorry there's no place for you inside the solitude. Just stay up here until I'm back again. I swear I'll be there for you, I swear I'll follow through. Stay the course and keep the ship manned. 

 "What?" Bucky's voice was barely audible through the sound of your knuckles hitting the door. "It's been raining for two days" You stated matter-of-factly as you gently wiggled his door knob. "Really? I haven't noticed at all" The bite in his voice was colder than the rain hitting the windows. Yet you remained unfazed. Your determination to pull your friend from whatever grip his mind had on him was far heavier than his need to push you away. "Probably because you're something yourself under the blankets like a frightened cat or something" You shot back, smirking when you heard the faintest annoyed sigh. "Just leave me alone Y/N, I'm tired" Your smirk fell into a frown as you wiggled the knob again. "Yeah it's called depression fatigue or some shit just let me in" Bucky pulled the blankets tighter as you continued your incessant wiggling of the door handle. He was sure that soon the knob would give and you'd come tumbling through the door. "Just go-" He stopped mid sentence as the lock popped and you came through the door. 

 "Y/N" He sat up, taking in the worried expression on your face. Suddenly guilt seeped in and he felt colder than he did before. "I'm fine just" "Just tired yeah I've heard" You didn't face him as you kicked your shoes off. Bucky nearly bolted from the bed when your warm body slipped in beside him. "I'm not asking you to leave your room" Your voice was quiet but seemed almost like a scream in the silence of his room. "I'm just asking you to not be sad alone" Your eyes finally met his and for a brief moment you could have sworn that his eyes were storm clouds. "That's asking for a lot" He said quietly. 

I was certain if I fell through the bottom you'd be happy to just float here on your own. I was never quite prepared for the long ride. Oh away, away, away alone.

 "It's not really" You quipped, settling under the blanket with him. Bucky's eyes roamed around the room, determined to look at anything but your bright pleading eyes. "Why are you here, Y/N?" He finally asked but still refused to make eye contact. "Because I'm sad too" This finally made his eyes meet yours. "Not as sad as you but still...sad" Despite your confession a small smile graced your soft features. Bucky shifted his body so he was looking toward the ceiling giving you the opportunity to lay your head on his chest. 

 This was new for both you and Bucky. Aside from the occasional hug your intimate contact was limited. Not that either of you minded the sudden position. You, nor Bucky, would admit the feelings that the two of you had for each other. He insisted, primarily to himself though Steve had to hear the occasional rant, that you were perfect but it was dangerous and the wrong time. You always said that you were too afraid to ruin your friendship with Bucky, after all you were the second closest to him.

 But here and now you both couldn't deny the warmth and electric feel that radiated between the two of you. "Why are you sad?" Bucky finally broke the silence that had settled over the two of you. "I hate the rain" You responded. "It's cold and I swear I can feel it sinking into my bones. It just makes everything feel so-" "Heavy" He finished the sentence for you. "Yeah" It came out as a sigh. "Is that it? Just the rain?" He asked, his flesh hand now moving soothingly on your back. He hadn't even noticed he started doing it until he felt your tense muscle relax. "Hm there's one more thing. Maybe I'll share if you tell me what's got you so down and out" His hand stopped and his body tensed. "It's not important I'll get over it" He said lowly. 

 "If it makes you sad then it's important. Stop hiding behind your tough guy shell Buck. It's me" You prodded softly. 

 "It's just..It's stupid" Bucky sighed and continued to massage small circles on your back. "It's just..on days like this..the memories eat at my brain. I try so hard to listen to you and Steve and the rest of the team but..I will never not feel gilty for what they made me do" Your heart sank as he spoke with a cracked voice. 

 You pulled your body up and looked down at his face, brushing back a couple of strands of his hair. "I know..I know theres nothing I can say that will take that guilt and pain away. I wish there was but that will never happen" You spoke softly as your hand cupped his stubbled cheek. "But I can assure you that we do not blame you" This time when you offered a soft smile he returned it. Your words didn't calm the raging storm inside of his brain but it did send a warmth that spread through out his chest. If he were not so afraid, he would have pulled you to him and kissed you there. 

 "I confessed. Now its your turn" Bucky said as you pulled your hand from his face. You gave a soft laugh before settling back down to lay beside him. 

 "There's this guy" You started and Bucky could feel that warmth turn to ice again. "He's incredibly handsome and dumb but also smart and funny and when we're together I feel like we're the only two in the room ya know? But I'm scared because we're friends and I'm sure that he only sees me as a friend." As you spoke your heart slammed itself against your rib cage. You couldn't believe that you confessed your feelings to him. 

 "I think you should go for it" Bucky said despite wanting to tell you that he was he was in love with you. Your chest tightened with fear as you sucked in a nervous breath. "And if he doesn't like me? What if me asking ruins my friendship with him? He means the world to me Buck. I can't lose him" Despite your best efforts your fear crept into your voice. Bucky grew quiet for a few moments before sighing. "Then I'll beat his ass" He said in a dead serious tone. His comment caught you off guard and you erupted into a fit of laughter. "You can't fight yourself doofus" The words flew from your mouth before you had the chance to stop yourself.

 Both you and Bucky went stiff as your laughter came to a quick stop. "Oh fuck" You groaned, rolling away from the comfort of Buck'ys body. You sat on the side of the bed, face in your hands as you contemplated running from the room. 

 "Hey" Bucky spoke softly, moving his own body so his chest was pressed to your back. "You're not going to lose me" His said, tone gentle as he gave the top of your head a soft kiss. You moved your hands from your face and tilted your head back to look at him. This was the first time during a rainy day that you got to see his bright smile. "Because I want to be with you as more than just a friend too" He confessed. Your face split into a grin. Any nerves that were tense before were flooded with relief. He shifted your body so you were now facing him. "I've been wanting to tell you for so long. I was just so scared. You mean the world to me. Losing you would've crushed me" You admitted. 

 "I know thee feeling, sweetheart" He said. "Watching you flirt with people on missions drove a knife into me every time I swear" He laughed, causing you to laugh as well. "Didn't take you for the jealous type, Barnes" You teased, earning another laugh from him. "Oh you have no idea" He matched your teasing tone. Quickly after, a comfortable silence fell over the two of you. The only noise filling the room was your breathing and the sound of the rain hitting the window.

 "Best rainy day ever" He whispered, breaking the silence before your lips met in the most passionate kiss either of you have experienced.

[onepunchmiss]

OPM Live Blog s2e4

“The Metal Bat”

So I technically watched then episode the day after it aired and wrote this up but of course Tumblr was being sketchy and wouldn’t load anything I tried to post. So sorry this is super late but  so without further delay ITS TIME FOR MY BOY. As always, I’m watching from the perspective of someone caught up on both the manga and webcomic.

OOHHH!!! I just assumed we weren’t getting child garou’s backstory! This is such a good surprise and I love the old-timey feel of the footage. And his voice is adorable. Honestly I’m EXTREMELY surprised that Garou isn’t my favorite character, because we’re practically the same person. I have always been partial towards the villains of nearly every piece of media I consume. My entire main blog is pretty much dedicated to villains- Garou my trash son I feel for you and love and support you and agree with you deeply.  I hope we keep getting all the little kid Garou flashbacks like this. Neat transition from the flash back to the present as well. I dig I dig. Man I just really love Garou’s voice.

YES MY TRASH SON YES WHERE YOU BELONG SHH ITS OK

Ok so we’re at the hero association meeting and my heart rate is skyrocketing because I know my boy is bout to make his big season 2 debut and I’m gonna flip hhhhhhhh

[screaming]

ok. Waganma sounds less annoying than I imagined. Also.

Look at him. I love him. Heads up every screen grab is probably gonna be Bat. He’s a delinquent but he’s a WELL MANNERED delinquent mind you. I like that the anime actually has him grab the plates out of their hands, too. OH MY GOD  the ‘GIH-!” He does when Zenko calls him. Just. Perfection.

WAIT. I just realized we’re gonna get to see ZENKO SOON. [screaming]

“I am the one who should be crying”- Bat’s voice actor killed this line the serious tone killed me. R.I.P.

Aaaaaand I can’t wait to watch this action. But now we cut to super fight tournament. So we’re pretty much following the manga play-by-play here, which makes sense. So I guess we’ll get Suiryu’s introduction right about now then?

And this face. right. How horrifying

Pffft, Saitama literally saying “SAFE..!” in english?? Or does that just sound really similar?? I cackled. And now back to Garou!! and Tareo!! BOI I’m too impatient for three story lines to happen at once I feel like i’m being spoon fed jeez I just want all of them immediately and I know this is not a valid complaint hhhhhhhhhhhh

JC Staff loves Garou. All of his faces are done so perfectly, like they’re pulled straight from the manga. I really appreciate that.

“He’s a Hero” Mumen Rider is too pure for this world. We know this. Yet it must be said. And so is Saitama for that matter. Is it even humanly possible to not respect that guy? Sticking up for Charanko really for nothing, like it made no difference to anyone at the end of the day but Saitama just does it like it’s second nature.

IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS IN MOTION I FEEL SO ALIVE “Let me get a few pics” EYyyyyyyy me too Narinki me too.

... lads what

excuse me what the fuck I’m still dying after centisempai and you hit me with this Image how dare you I need recovery time plz What are they going to call Elder Centipede???

Anywayyy There are a lot of cool shots in this fight. I want to include so many but that’s beyond unreasonable. Oh god greater centipede’s face Actually moving while talking is absolutely uncanny I hate it it’s great thanks

Side note- I never considered the centipedes being suck vibrant colors and it threw me off at first, but its growing on me. Same deal with their voices I kinda pegged them to sound like Mezalgald but these voices are much worse in a good way. if that makes any kind of sense. 

YO it never occurred to me that Bat’s face became bloodied when he hit himself, NOT as a result of getting beat up prior. Really goes to show how strong that boy is. Only he could damage himself. and thE MUSIC KICKS UP. YES GETTEM MY BOY GETTEM FIGHTIN SPIRIT YES

IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS PANEL FOR. SO . L O N G

FUCK THAT ONE TOO THERES just TOO many GREAT SCENES in this I have been slain FFF

“Ah, Thank goodness for Metal Bat” -that HA guy but also me, every day of my life

ELDER CENTIPEDE HAS ARRIVED AND IS HORRIFYING AS EVER. Dragon Thrashing!! I! Just! Love! This! I! Cannot! Good as hell fight, hype as hell I’m so glad this is being done justice. Which makes me even more excited for THIS

ITS. HAPPENING.

ALso I wasn’t Wrong! Post credits! SUIRYU! There he is! I dig the little violin jig his theme has going.

Anyway, I’m limited on time here but I’m glad I was even able to watch the episode this week. I have no complaints only hype. Be back next week with the regularly scheduled Blogging! Thanks for reading yall!

[ellerevelle]

okay so im feeling crazy and detached again (as usual lately)

but instead of spiraling into absolute fucking panic, I’m deciding to take today to just ... not wholly subscribe to this manner of thinking BUT. JUST FOR NOW. I feel like taking some of the craziness flack off myself and blaming it on some shit outside of myself. Because feeling this weird and detached cant all just be me. So here’s a brainstorming of whats got me fucked up, in no particular order: 

Trump is our stupid President

That guy who told me he loved me daily and asked me to be his girlfriend after basically living with me immediately after meeting me and I fell for hard despite a ton of red flags CHEATED on me while I was away visiting home. 

And then blamed it on MY bad communication? fuck that guy. 

But now I see one of the girls he slept with (multiple times, three days in a row) I see her everywhere all the time in everyones instagrams, at everyones parties... ugh. 

Um. People are dying. Close to me. More importantly and spefcifically women I love are dead. 

I didnt get to see Inga before she died. I was too busy forging a relationship with CHEATER GUY. Didnt get home in time to see her. Talk to her. 

Grandma. This has been the whole first year without her, come November. Its subtle, but terrible and I hate it. She was my last matriarch. The last woman who’s blood is in me. 

because Mom’s dead too. And has been since August of 2015. 2015, right? God it feels like forever ago now, probably because I’ve pushed it away. She died unexpectedly and NO ONE IN MY FAMILY HAS SAID THE WORD SUICIDE OUT LOUD even though thats what happened. She OD’d on prescribed opiate painkillers to escape her depression. And we NEVER talk about it. 

So I kindof feel insane. Not talking about things that are clearly there. Like, are they not clearly there for anybody else? Now all my women are gone. My brother literally avoids talking about feelings. My dad is a little more receptive but is more the comforting type than the forthcoming, express onesself type. Getting sentimentality out of my brother is like pulling teeth sometimes. But yet if his son does something cute, its God’s Work and he cant help but cry and get that beautiful lovie squishy look on his face. 

I’m jealous of my own nephew. I see the way my Mom loved me, in the way my Brother loves his son. And I miss being that perfect to somebody. My Dad loves me forever and always and there isnt a word for how grateful I feel for our relationship. I dont take that for granted at all. It actually kindof scares me because... hah, well what if Dad dies? Like, before I’m ready? I’ll be even MORE fucked! 

Anyways. Austins been pissing me off. I’m sorry but although Polyamory is possible and cool and im sure quite beautiful for many, 

The Austin poly scene is fucked and tainted and a bunch of slutty people having orgies and not TALKING about anything and its ruining the healthy vibe poly is incumbent upon. 

So, whatever I’m angry. So fuck that noise. 

I feel like because of cheater guy and my anger at the psuedo poly orgy sexy bullshit scene in Austin, I feel like I’ve broken up with a whole group of friends. Like, I dont want to be around any of it. I dont want to see you eat mushrooms and twerk. I dont want to see your stupid, super naked outfit. I dont think its hot you carry a flogger or can pole dance or slink around like a tarantino character. It used to be hot and thrilling and fun, when I felt like it was connected and for love and sharing and caring. But now it all just is slutty and vapid and useless and cold. Like a sad clown. And thats not sexy, its dark and desperate. *this is about both VERY particular people and broad general strokes. There are several extremely amazing friends in the scene and outskirts thereof that truly inspire me and dont fall into this catagory in my mind, although they’d probably still be angry with me for dissing things ^^ the way I just did but. fuck it, this is MY journal entry and I can be irrational if I want to. 

You cant be open fucking minded ALL the time. Sometimes people really arent acting with anyones best intentions but their own. I’ve used up SO MUCH FUCKING ENERGY making myself soften and open and “woke” and trying to go with everybodys flow. And I’m exhausted and over it. I have my own principles and theres nothing wrong with having differing opinions than someone else. 

All summer I’ve been feeling like I’m a bad person for not liking or not understanding this hyper sexual scene in Austin. I thought, “why am I shaming a scene thats giving me opportunity to really shine and be free?” when, in an IDEAL world, yes thats what the scene could be. But in what actually fucking unfolds -- humans SUCK and dudes SUCK and girls SUCK and everybody (especially when horny) are fucking STUUUUPIIIIIDDDD and ideals get thrown out the window! people arent nearly as “woke” as I gave them the actual credit for. Seriously. So! I’m fuckin OUTTIE! 

I’ve felt broken up with a whole scene. FUck cheater guy, fuck poly, fuck orgies, fuck people who are reckless with my love. 

Back to the list:

I’ve been eating too much out of boredom. Which I’ll blame on lack of quality social interaction in this town. Where are the scholars? Where are the sexy edgy BRAINY people? I’m tired of hot people in little clothing in the summer. 

Ah! Another thing for the list. its been TOO FUCKING HOT OUT. FOR MONTHS. 100 DEGREES FOR MONTHS. thats enough to make anyone insane. 

So i’m sick of teenie boppers in their nothing outfits in the heat. 

I want old smart people in peacoats. I miss books and weather and frowns. Irritable debates about literature or physics or religious theories. 

I only like my own brand of cigarettes. 

My roommates are annoying me. I dont really like my house anymore. Theres too many humans and not enough square footage. Four people to one kitchen is TOO MUCH SHIT. EVERYONE BUYS THEIR OWN BANANAS AND THEY ALLLLLL GO BROWN ON THE TABLE. thats four peoples worth of bad bananas. FUcking stupid. 

I dont have a hairdresser here. Sometimes when I feel shitty I like to throw money at the problem. Buy something. Get a haircut. See a show. Etc. 

And my hairdresser love is in Philadelphia and getting a flight to get a haircut is slightly insane (without a longer visit)

I miss Adam. 

What else can I blame my upset on. Shitty politics, shitty weather, shitty social sexual scene in my town, I dont like my house, I dont like my hair. Its too expensive to live here. No one in my immediate acquaintance or friend circle seems interested in the sort of romantic relationship I’m seeking, nor if they did does anyone have the “it” factor I look for which I’ll *try* to describe maybe in another post. 

So. I sit inside my room and try to fix stupid remedial things as if itd make a big impact. I tidy and put away clothes in attempt to feel less cluttered but am too scared to make BIG cuts and BIG changes. So instead I light insence and watch netflix and eat too much. I have started going to Barre3 again more and have been semi regular with therapy so thats something. 

I really ought to start doing “morning pages” like the book Fiona loaned me suggests in its FIRST GODDAMN CHAPTER. But, alas, I am lazy. 

No, I have become recently lazy. 

I’m spoiled. I dont do things I dont want to do. Its a major character flaw. I only push and struggle if I see worthyness in it, and lately theres been serious lack of evidence of that in, well, anything.

 #depression! 

so, I guess in summation- because nothing has been a WORTHWHILE struggle, EVERYTHING feels like a struggle. Humph. thats... thats not good. But it does, because i dont see the worth in a lot of goals or tasks or even relationships, (and i dont mean the greedy “what can I GET for ME out of this!” sort of b.s.) (I mean the... conserve precious energy, is this going to teach me something or help me grow as a person or bring love into my life sort of vibe) ...

when I dont think the energy expenditure is going to pay off, I dont do it. Or I do it half way or lazily or with tentative fear. I guess I could do an experiment and just do everything with HOPE and see if my energy put in will get a different result... but. like. I feel like I did that all summer and he cheated on me. And my “friends” said “dont be angry, be poly” and I couldnt call on my Mom or Grandma and so I call on eating and isolation and running away to visit home where no one cares I dont have a job. where the house is big and the air is cold and my friends are smart. 

I really miss Kristian. That was one of the greatest feelings of self love in my entire life. I felt like, if someone that special noticed ME. Saw ME. Little old, semi chubby, not famous ME, and wanted me around for a couple tour dates. Then I ought to believe in myself TOO. I wanted to dance, I wanted to make art, I wanted to take photos, I wanted to be bold, I wanted to be humble, I felt so open and content with myself. I was motivated to work out, I was motivated to eat healthy and clean and small portions. It was easy. It felt so fun. I loved him. I dreamt big. My imagination was so warm and excited. My inner critic was GONE. 

But he faded away. He got back with his ex. The shooting star left the sky. I’m still grateful for the experience at all, but. 

I feel a little stupid for thinking anything could’ve happened. 

And I truly miss feeling so special and excited about life. 

I dont want to run away from Austin out of fear. But I cant tell if I’m unhappy and want to leave genuinely, or if this is the spoiled part of me thats like, “this sucks, lets leave.” instead of pushing though, curating something better with some struggle, and sticking it out. 

How do people make big life decisions like this? I feel like thats what marriages do. People stay together and fight. But sometimes they get divorced anyways, its just been longer. More years wasted. When maybe it wouldve been healthier to leave sooner and cut the cord and be free to live without, sooner. 

I really like a lot of things about this city. But I really dislike a lot too. And I cant tell where I want my life to go, in a grand sense, so its hard to pick which attributes will matter in the long run. 

I dont think I should leave yet. Maybe a new house. Or like, serious efforts to declutter this one. Is this just excuses? Ugh. 

Declutter this house. If that doesnt feel better, leave the house and move to a new part of austin. If that doesnt feel better, leave austin. 

I need a job. 

[kittenn1011]

So I watched the new Live Action Kim Possible Disney Channel movie...

... and it was both worse and better than I thought it would be at the same time.

Warning: spoilers. For what it’s worth.

Pros:

- Some of the voices are on point. If I closed my eyes, Ron could really be Ron on occasion. I actually had to go check to see if Shego and Drakken might’ve been the voice actors actually, they were that close at times. It’s a bit inconsistent though, and tends to depend on how well each line was written. Special shoutout to Mr. Dr. Possible who had probably 10 lines and they were all exactly right. In the first five minutes, Dr. Dementor was really good too.

- Some lines are perfectly written. Special attention goes to a lot of Ron’s lines and moments in general: Unfortunately, a lot of these perfectly Kim-Possible lines are the sort of lines I didn’t find the strongest part of Kim Possible (Ron’s comic relief moments) but they made me smile nonetheless. Kim’s got a few great lines, too. 

- The opening. It’s a bit weird in live action, but the music is the original opening and they do minick some of the most distinctive memorable moments in it: Ron losing his pants, Ron stealing the pom-poms, Kim on the phone, Kim’s power pose... 

- The CGI establishing shots. The CGI is weird but the perfect replication of the Possible Home and the very close replication of Middleton High with ever-changing pun sign included was a nice touch. (”Procrastonator’s Club meeting postponed” haha 100% Middleton High there).

- I kind of enjoyed Kimmy and Nan and Mrs. Dr. Possible on a mission together, though the changes required to get there was a bit pointed making it predictable. 

- Meta jokes. They stand out a bit in the context of a live-action movie but Kim Possible has always had meta jokes so I see them as a pro. 

Cons:

- Another Mary-Sue synthodrone artificial lifeform sent by Drakken to destory KP’s KPness with the power of high school. Predictable from the first moment she stepped on screen, and even with a reason for it the Mary-Sueness was plain annoying. She even had a purple mission suit like Kim’s S4 mission suit wtf guys. I get the Mary-Sueness was the point but could you like not make a point that’s actively painful to watch for anvilicious lesson???

- Why did they not do the cheerleading thing? It was kind of KP’s thing, and replacing it with soccer for no reason was just pointless and dumb.

- They really fucked with the KP lore. Some of it wasn’t fully detrimental and helped with the translation to live action-- I don’t mind Rufus the hyperintelligent test subject found in lab because it explains him in a way his backstory wouldn’t and willing suspension of disbelief would not get past in a live action show. Others made sense for the short form but were just a pain to hear because like... there’s a whole backstory to KP which we’ve seen and it just isn’t as impactful to just gloss over it all when the story literally takes place during what the show considered backstory (KP entering highschool-- seriously, we couldn’t get her epic cheer tryout???)

- With the budget for effects and the translation from the cartoon, some things just didn’t work. Ron’s physical humour was at least discarded pretty quick because it didn’t really work in live action as well, but there are other things too that were weird.

- KIM. Let me give this chick credit where it’s due, she didn’t do horribly. She just wasn’t quite right. Part of it is that she’s in-universe younger than Kim ever was in the show and the actress is younger than Kim’s voice actress-- Kim moved and spoke with a confidence this girl can’t/doesn’t emulate. It stands out when almost everyone else is on point voice-wise. The original opening theme makes the voice difference stand out more too, so despite my general enjoyment of it, it really did make the movie feel weaker by reminding me of the so much better show this is based on. 

- It ends with a deagged Drakken entering Middleton High and the not-synthodrone Mary-Sue joining the team permanently. Like, really guys? I was getting movie pilot vibes, yeah, but if you want to reboot it as a whole show can you at least be more true to the lore so you can use it? Anyways, deaged Drakken is the worst part of this though. I could deal with an un-Sued Sue... but the actor playing Drakken was perfect don’t replace him!!!

- That one meta joke about one outfit being cartoony. Bitch you wore the same mission outfit through the whole movie too. And Kim was notable for animation of its time for its rotating consistent wardrobe, and to be honest I think it’s notably more realistic than most live action Disney’s infinite wardrobe that clearly carried over here. Kim always had lots of outfits, but you also saw some outfits or pieces repeat like a real person’s limited wardrobe causes. Did you guys even look at the source material?

Anyways:

Overall, I was honestly not expecting nearly as much as I got in the areas there were positives, but I was expecting more when it came to lore and Kim herself than we got. Worth a watch if you have a spare few hours but not going to blow you away. The good moments are worth it, but the bad moments drag it down a lot.

[dokyeum-arc]

soft bias tag

i was tagged by @junhuisgf and since its 4 am and im ASSUMING everyones asleep my dumbass is allowed to be shoft

who is ur bias?

the man the myth the legend, lee jihoon 

what made you notice them?

i think i really began noticing him when i watched ofd????? i went into that only really knowing vernon and going IN for vernon and left inlove with a purple haired idiot unu 

what’s your favorite thing about them?

his voice and how you can tell how passionate he is when he closes his eyes to sing and his top lip curls and his nose scrunches and hes just giving his fucking all and i love him and i love how he loves doing what hes doing. i hope he enjoys this forever.

who would initiate skinship more?

me. that little guy wouldnt initiate anything. i think eventually if i initiated it enough he would get more comfortable pulling moves but lets be realistic

who would hog blankets more?

both of us. its gotten SO bad we had to get separate comforters and i STILL wake up without blankets. can ub leieve him 

who would be more clingy?

me :/// i could disappear for a couple days and only on the fourth day would i get the ‘where u @’ text. (not really i feel like he’d be such a concerned boyfriend and he might be a little clingy but i dont think he’d be very forward about it, he’d be very nonchalant especially in his words, i feel like his clinginess would shine more with his actions)

who would be more easily flustered?

him. i do anything remotely romantic in front of anyone? he plans his death date from embarrassment.

what cuddling position would you two have?

i mean IDEALLY i would be the big spoon but it would never happen without a fight b4 bed and him acting grumpy abt it but we all know ur small n like being held just shut up n cuddle me silently for once 

what colors remind you of them and why?

brown, like a cows eye brown IKJWDHF because he has soft doughy eyes hsut up  iHKDG 

which season would you like to spend with them?

winter. i think it would be ideal for the both of us since neither of us like going out in the first place and uh it being cold outside?? is the perfect excuse not to leave the house at all. and id just like to see him bundled up.. maybe a cute little oversized sweater.... some fuzzy socks....... his nose pink from the cold.......................... ok over the top 

who would bake the cookies and who would steal the batter?

ID BE BAKING THE COOKIES AND ID TURN MY BACK FOR ONE MINUTE AND WHEN I TURN BACK THERES A HUGE FINGER SWIPE THROUGH THE ENTIRE BATTER. FUCKING JIHOON.

which one of you would make bad puns and how would the other react?

i make the puns and he looks really unimpressed but the type where the face looks unimpressed but his dough eyes say he adores me . lmao fuck.?

who would want to adopt 50 dogs and cats?

both of us. but i think we’re too lazy and irresponsible for 50 so we settle on a beagle named ralph.

which one of you would nearly burn down the kitchen to try to microwave a pop tart and who would come to the rescue?

woozi would burn the poptarts and then come 2 me and id have to cook him something. useless isnt he ralph.

who likes to lean over tall railings and who pulls them back?

id be the one leaning over the railing and jihoon would jokingly push me from behind to give me a heart attack DJHKG

what would watching a horror film with them be like?

i think we’d both act unbothered but if anything scary happened we’d both have our hands over our eyes looking thru our fingers still scoffing at the end of the movie like ‘lmao???? that wasnt even fcukin scary???? u were scareD???? loser????’ 

who would be the cheesy flirt and who would be the smooth flirt?

neither of us would be very good at flirting. so we’d both be cheesy and ugli when it comes to flirting

who is more competitive?

both????? i feel like ji is super competitive and so am i, we’d be such sore losers too. love us.

who would have to be given reminders (remember to eat, don’t forget your keys, etc.)?

jihoon. he’s definitely a workaholic. like stupidly obsessed with his work (which is fine its his passion and i love him and i hope every time hes invested in something that it takes hours without break that he feels really great and satisified with the end result i love him) but honstly. stupidly. id blow up his phone id be so annoying he’d mute me.

who sends memes and who sends cute things or “i miss you” texts at 3am?

i think we’d alternate but id definitely be the type to send cute things late at night bc i miss his stupid ass wtf :/

idk who to tag for this its so cheesy i just wanted 2 talk abt the power couple kihoon..koozi.... wris.

[clown-bait]

29 Neibolt ST (Monster Roommate AU) Chapter 9

Hi friends! Heres Chapter 9! Got inspired by that post awhile back about Africa by Toto being played in the sewer and Penny jamming to it. Leech is a huge music connoisseur so I head cannon that she plays a lot of Guitar Hero with Freddy. Also theres slapstick/horror comedy in this one! The story is going to get more and more comedic from here because of the characters that are soon to be involved. Bonus points if anyone can guess which monster(s) I plan on bringing in next!

Warnings: Fluff, Horror, Alcohol

chapter 9

Africa

Pennywise climbed the basement stairs of the Neibolt House in annoyance. Leech hadn't come to see him yet today and as much as he hated to admit it her visits had become the highlight of his day especially when she had the weekend off to spend all her time with him. he had noticed that the more he was around her the more her scent changed, it was something that initially drew him to her in the first place. Her scent started out faintly sweet, but ever since they became intimate it was becoming overwhelming to him. A human would probably describe the scent similar to that of a freshly baked cake or pie being shoved right up against your nose. When he first noticed it, he had caught her looking at him while they had been both been casually chatting doing their chore wheel tasks. Something about her smell changed when she smiled at him. It got worse that night she got drunk while watching movies with the gang. Leech was sitting next to him on the couch and that sweet smell drifted into his nose when she reached over him for the popcorn in his lap. It would get stronger and stronger as their interactions increased Pennywise noticing that he could draw it out of her by doing certain things like putting his hand on her shoulder, or giving her certain looks.

He tried desperately to cope with the strange new feelings, he stopped eating for a bit and avoided her as much as possible. When Dracula finally confronted him he was a confused mess and he was even more confused when the elder vampire helped him realize that this new feeling was lust. After Chucky found out about his terrible affliction the two had begun bugging him non stop about it. Their “helping” him ending up feeding his obsession and he eventually gave in, fully accepting that he had feelings for this nearly human girl. These awful feelings are even worse now having started this…..complicated thing. He found himself with a whole new mess of emotions that he had no idea what to do with other than bury them deep and hope she didn't notice.

When usually he found her Leech would be listening to music or messing with her phone in her room where he'd promptly scare her before flopping down onto her bed to annoy her further. Today however he could hear her shouting passionately at Freddy in the living room, a hobby that they both shared.

“Your ass is mine Kruger I spent an entire week perfecting this solo.”

“Sweet cheeks you weren't even born when this song came out”

The two were in front of the old tv violently playing with fake guitars in their pjs. Leatherface was behind them gleefully hitting a toy drum-set and Dracula sat amused on an old chair.

“Does anyone want to explain this to me?”

“I don't quite know what it is but they have been at this for at least 12 hours now” the vampire exclaimed motioning for the clown to join.

“Have they even slept?”

“I do not think they have, my young apprentice hasn't even fed or bathed yet. Her determination to crush my roommate at this strange musical game is quite admirable.”

“Speaking of, Drac need refreshments!” Freddy called over his shoulder as the song Free Bird headed into its big solo.

“You cant do that! I haven't had anything to eat all day!”

“You’re just mad because you're all alone in this battle. THERES NO ONE TO SAVE YOU LEECH GIVE UP” Freddy shredded on the rock band controller aggressively

“Bite my nearly undead ass Freddy”

“I’m sure the clown does that plenty for you already bitch.”

Pennywise cleared his throat.

“Oh hey Pen, you wanna be a peach and get me some fuel.” Leech said glancing over her shoulder.

“Do I look like your servant? You're perfectly capable of getting it yourself you're just too lazy to go out and practice apparently.”

“OH HE BURNED YOU GOOD BLOODSUCKER”

“There are more pressing matters at hand Penny, asses need to be kicked right now”

“More pressing matters than not starving to death?”

“I’ll live”

“Barely. You look half dead, go sleep”

“Sleep is for the weak” she said turning to him with an absolutely feral look on her face.

“You're taking a break” the clown said as he scooped her up before she could protest. He carried her off to the bathroom where he turned on the shower and pushed her in still wearing her clothes.

“PENNYWISE what the hell!”

“Get clean.”

“But?

“No you can kick Freddy’s ass later” he crossed his arms and watched her expectantly.

“Um….. are you gong to leave?”

“Need to make sure you listen dear. Come now out of those wet clothes.” he said with a lusty tone, shit eating grin now forming on his face. Leech rolled her eyes and shut the curtain causing the clown to groan in disappointment. He nearly began to leave when the curtain reopened he turned back around quickly. Leech was now holding her wet clothing in a nice little ball and a drop of drool left the clowns lips at the sight.

“Hey Penny~” she said with a seductive voice

“Y-yes?”

“Hang these out to dry douchebag” she chucked the ball at his head wet clothes landing smack on his face before the curtain shut again.

“you torture me.”

“Its my favorite hobby.”

Pennywise growled in annoyance and left to find some extra hangers. He knew he kept some somewhere in his clown room where he kept a collection of circus memorabilia. When he opened the door and was greeted with a puff of dust causing him to scrunch his nose in annoyance it'd been a while since he was up here “I’ve been slacking off” he thought aloud to himself as he rummaged for hangers. After finding what he was looking for he decided to try to tidy the place up a bit grabbing a mix tape he had acquired from some poor soul standing outside his ex girlfriends window with a boombox. The clown never really liked the songs on the tape at first but lately they've been growing on him due to….certain circumstances. A few cheesy love songs had gone by and he was halfway done, Pennywise felt himself getting carried away with the current song playing singing along while dusting off an antique mannequin. He removed the clown wig from its head glancing fondly at it now as it was reminding him of a certain almost-vampire a few doors down. The clown found himself serenading it as if it was actually her, picking it up and beginning to dance to the song Africa by Toto. Freddy walked by the door just in time and froze to watch the scene unfold before him in amusement. “My darling little Leech you know I have grown quite fond of you” the clown growled into the mannequins cheek. Freddy had to bite down on his hat to keep quiet. “Whats that? You've fallen for me as well?” The clown dipped the mannequin down kissing its chest as the song came to an end. Freddy gave him a round of applause wiping away fake tears doing everything he could not to explode in laughter. “That was beautiful Jingles.”

Pennywise dropped the mannequin. “H-how long were you s-standing there for?”

“How long have you been in love?”

“I’m not in love. I don't love.”

“You just admitted it to your doll there jackass.”

“WAIT HE FINALLY SAID IT ALOUD?” came Chucky’s voice from down the hall

“NO I DID NOT AND SHUT UP PLEASE”

“This is great, I'm going to tell Dracula he's going to flip out.” Freddy began running for the stairs

“I wish those kids actually killed me in the 80s.” Pennywise mumbled

Just then a scream of terror could be heard from the bathroom followed by a series of curses of the clowns name. “PENNYWISEEEE”

Freddy and Chucky both came back out to look at him.

“What? I'm not doing anything?”

The three monsters eyes grew wide.

“oh no…. I'm not doing anything….”  The clown whispered

He bolted to the bathroom busting down the door “LEECH! What hap-” he slipped on a puddle of…. something and comically landed on his back. When he sat up she was covered in a weird black sludge that was shooting out of the shower head and bath tub faucet. The curtain had been yanked off and she was using it as a shield from the strange substance.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT” yelled Chucky

“Also, nice butterfly tattoo under your boobs there Leech” Freddy added

“Its a moth!” Penny said from the floor.

“CAN WE FOCUS ON THE GOO PLEASE?? PEN MAKE IT FUCKING STOP”

“I told you I'm not doing it!”

Leech flopped out of the antique bathtub still clutching the curtains to herself and scrambling backwards into Pennywise as the tub began to overflow.

“AH Leech! You’re getting it all over me!” he yelled .

“PEN STRANGE BLACK GOO IS EXPLODING FROM OUR BATHTUB AND SHOWER HEAD. YOU LIVE IN THE SEWER! STAINS SHOULD BE THE LEAST OF YOUR WORRIES.”

“WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOUR SINK CLOWN” came a scream from downstairs flowed by frantic stomping up the stairs from both Leatherface and Drac

All the boys plus Leech were now staring at the massacre that was the upstairs bathroom.

“JINGLES MAKE IT STOP” screamed Chucky

“I CANT I’M NOT DOING IT”

“DO YOU KNOW WHAT TIFF WILL DO TO ME IF SHE COMES HOME AND FINDS ALL HER BATHROOM SHIT COVERED IN BLACK SLUDGE. I. WILL. DIE.”

Leech reached a trembling claw up to her head and pulled out what looks like a piece of scalp with long hair still attached to it her eyes began to grow wide in horror.

“IS THIS HAIR? WHY IS THERE HAIR IN IT? WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT” Leech turned around and grabbed Pennywise ruffles.

“DO NOT LET IT GET ON ME THIS IS AN ANTIQUE OUTFIT” shrieked Dracula

Leatherface was hooting and crying. He Began smashing a hole in the wall in panic. Chucky did his best to calm him but ended up being thrown down the hall screaming out in pain.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOUR HOUSE CLOWN” Freddy was shouting.

“EVERYONE SHUT UP AND STOP BEING AFRAID I CANT FUCKING THINK WITH ALL THIS FEAR IN THE ROOM”

“YOU’RE THINKING ABOUT FOOD AT A TIME LIKE THIS??? WE ARE GOING TO DROWN IN BLACK GOO THAT HAS PIECES OF SCALP IN IT! I’M THE ONLY ONE HERE THAT CANT RESURRECT YET! IM GOING TO DIE PEN! IM GOING TO FUCKING DIE!” Leech started hyperventilating and twitching claws out now tearing at the fabric of Pennywise’s costume.

Everyone was frantically “trying” to do something to stop the sludge oozing out of the bathroom Freddy ran up to the shower with a towel in an attempt to plug it up, Dracula was backed up against the corner on the ceiling, Chucky was attempting to stand back up after being thrown like a rag doll and Leatherface was chucking anything he could at the bathroom (mostly hitting Freddy.)

“SHUT UP ALL OF YOU” Pennywise roared rising to his feet, a door materialized behind the clown and he disappeared into it slamming it shut.

“YOU FUCKER! YOU CANT LEAVE ME PEN. DONT YOU DARE ABANDON ME. GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE IM NAKED AND AFRAID AND I FUCKING NEED YOU RIGHT NOW! PENNYWISE THE DANCING CLOWN GET YOUR PASTY RUFFLED BUTT BACK HERE AND STOP THIS BLACK SLUDGE.” Leech was pounding at the wall were the door had appeared still on the floor making big black hand prints on the wall.

Suddenly everything stopped. The boys and Leech all were frozen and panting in fear and confusion. The door reappeared and Pennywise walked out sludge splattered on his costume. “Did ANY ONE here think to turn the fucking water off? No? Just Pennywise? WOW imagine that! I WAS THE ONLY ONE WHO FUCKING DIDNT FREAK OUT AND MAKE THE SITUATION WORSE!!! WHO WOULD HAVE THOUGHT???? NOW EVERYONE GET OUT SO I CAN FUCKING FIGURE THIS SHIT OUT WITHOUT HAVING YOU SCREAMING BANSHEES TAINTING THE AIR WITH YOUR PANIC AND FEAR!” The usual yellow of the clown’s eyes were almost completely red. He was livid. Not only were his fangs and claws on full display he seemed to be even taller than before looming over everyone in the room. It was truly terrifying to behold. The gang went silent.

“C-can I at least p-put some clothes on?” Leech asked still covering herself with the shower curtain

“OUT.”

“Leaving!” she and everyone else scrambled for the door slamming it behind them.

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Poor Penny he’s having a hard time. I totally head cannon that Pen is a secret plumbing expert since he lives in the sewers. Next chapter is going to have terrifying monster hate fucking so get hype for that friends! 

[xturtletrashx]

Devil’s Dance Floor - Chapter 14

Disclaimer: I don’t own Uncharted, blah blah blah, you know how it goes.  I do own my OCs though and the plot.  This fic in its entirety can be read on AO3 here or you can find the other chapters here.   

Sorry again for the huge delay between this chapter and the last.  Life got crazy af.  

TW for non-graphic abuse mentions

Graphic and title pic was made by me, all other pics aren’t mine.  If one belongs to you, please let me know and I’ll either credit or remove.

Chapter 14 - She Was a Fiery One

Absence makes the heart grow fonder.

It was a sentiment that Sam had always had always thought was bullshit.  For most people the pain of being away from someone faded enough to only surface once in awhile, like a joint that only ached when it rained, but for Sam it lingered.  It wasn't an infection, festering and growing worse, but rather a cancer that had slowly eaten away at him a bite at a time.  In his experience, absence hurt, but then over time that hurt scabbed over and the pain became bearable.  

It was different this time.  Maybe it was because he was free or because he knew that Simone was coming back to him, but over those few months, Sam found his heart growing fonder indeed.

Theres a dog tied to the street light outside.

I want to pet it

But I can't leave my post

By the time i'm off duty it'll be gone

Doggone it

LOL :p

Simone texted the way she spoke, random little bursts of nonsense or stream of consciousness that often had Sam grinning down at his phone.  It annoyed the hell out of Rafe, who took every opportunity to huff and sigh and roll his eyes whenever Sam's attention was diverted to the vibration of his phone.  He ignored it because no matter what Rafe thought, Sam looked forward to every moment he got to share with Simone - even from countries away.

You should steal it, he typed back.

Is that your solution for everything Sam Drake?

He chuckled.  I am a thief

"Are you done?" Rafe asked, deadpan.

Sam glanced up, amusement still sparkling in his eyes, and he wrapped his hand around the phone, screen to palm so he wouldn't be tempted to look at it again.  "Yeah, I'm done," he answered, reaching for pint sitting on the pockmarked table in front of him.

Rafe gave him a long look, his annoyance made all the clearer by the subdued sigh that expanded his chest.  "So what do you think?" he asked, making a vague gesture with his nearly empty glass.

Shit.  What had Rafe been saying?  Something about estates . . . ?  "About what?" Sam asked after a beat of expectant silence.

"Christ Samuel," Rafe snapped, his pint landing back on the table with a dull thud.  "Could you maybe focus a bit?  You've spent half of dinner staring at your goddamn phone."

Sam couldn't stop his eyes from rolling but he did manage to stop himself from looking at his phone as it vibrated in his hand.  "I'm here," he fired right back.  "I'm listening."

"Bullshit!"  The word was punctuated by an open-handed slap to the table, their forks rattling against empty plates and drawing the curious eyes of every patron at Allanach's.

Rafe and Sam were hardly unknown faces at the hole-in-the-wall pub but aside from some polite back and forth with the regulars - or sitting through the occasional long-winded tale from the barkeep - they tended to keep to themselves.  They'd come down every other week or so, have dinner and a few pints, talk quietly at their corner table and then be on their way and while Sam's conversations with Rafe often got a bit heated, this was the first time his partner had exploded under this roof.  Oddly enough, it wasn't something Sam wanted the regulars to have to witness, but he wasn't sure if it was for their sake or Rafe's.

"Rafe," Sam started, warning in his tone.  "I'm listening."

"She's becoming a distraction, Sam," Rafe continued, leaning aggressively over the table and ignoring the attention they were drawing.  "You need to end it and get your head back in the game."

Was he fucking serious?  Sam wasn't going to end things with Simone just because Rafe wanted him to!  His eyebrows drew downward, offense tightening his posture, but he pulled in a steadying breath and rose to his feet.  He lifted the pint to his lips and drained the last of it, then set the glass back down and announced, "I'm leaving."   

"Samuel!"

He didn't stop walking though, weaving his way through the tables and heading straight out the door.  The night was cool but the humidity had mist hovering just above the cracked cement, swirling around Sam's booted feet as he crossed the street and ducked into the nearest alleyway.  

Rafe was a fucking asshole, Sam silently fumed, trading the phone in his hand for his lighter and cigs instead.  His head was just as much in the game as it ever was - even more so now!  Now he had a plan for his cut of the treasure, which mostly involved buying something nice for Simone, like a ring or something.  They could live in her little beach house in Durban and use the money to travel all around the world.  Maybe he could get Nathan and the wifey to go with them sometimes too . . .

But . . . he couldn't deny that Simone complicated things.  He'd always planned on ditching Rafe once he had a solid lead on the treasure, but that meant ditching Nadine, and he had no idea how Simone would feel about that.  Would she leave her sister behind and go with him?  Would she convince Nadine to walk away from this?

He hadn't intended it when he'd left the pub, being more focused on getting out of sight before Rafe paid the bill and followed him, but his feet had brought him back to the beach where he and Simone had ended up the first night they'd met.  He hopped down off the seawall and into the sand, remembering the way the rain had dripped down the freckled curve of her nose, how her fingers had felt brushing along the sensitive skin below his belly button, and the now familiar taste of her as he'd pressed his face between her thighs . . .

She was coming home in less than a week - just in time for their one year 'anniversary' - and Sam couldn't help but wonder when Scotland had become home?  When had Simone become home?  She was though.  She was the warmth that drew him in, like a moth to a flame, and maybe it was time he admitted it?

Sam exhaled a long stream of smoke, his eyes on the waves as he made his decision.  He wasn't sure what his next move was where Rafe and the treasure were concerned, but he was sure that he was going to tell Simone that he loved her, that he wanted to marry her, that after they found Avery's treasure they could settle into a normal life: paying bills and Thanksgivings shared with Nathan and Elena and maybe, someday, kids . . .

It wasn't a future he'd ever imagine for himself, but in prison it had been hard to even imagine standing on a beach and smoking a cigarette.  It had been hard time imagine having someone like Simone in his life and it had sure as hell been hard to imagine being free again because Sam had never expected it would happen.  But here he was.  

And there he stood, until the last evening light faded from the sky and the stars twinkled into existence and he'd run out of cigarettes.  

***

Sam had been counting down the days, the hours, the minutes, until Simone's plane would touch down in Scotland.  He was eager, his stomach fluttering with butterflies as he waited and he figured that this must have been what kids felt like on Christmas morning when they didn't have a completely fucked up home life or were living in an orphanage.  

Those three months alone had felt like forever and the need to touch her skin, smell her hair, had consumed him like a junkie needing a fix.  And when he spotted her wild red curls, her freckled skin, the tiny sundress in every color of the rainbow, there was no stopping his feet from moving forward, every step bringing him closer to his perfect drug.

She met him halfway, dropping her grip on her bags to throw her arms around his neck and literally leap into his arms.  Sam had been ready for it though.  He'd played his moment over and over in his head non-stop, imagining every possible scenario for their reuniting, but always this was the one that felt right.  It was just so very Simone.

He allowed himself to be overwhelmed by her, savoring every kiss and the feel of her body pressed against his.  Her bare thighs wrapped around his hips had him wanting to pin her to the nearest wall, to be so close he was inside her.  

And he wasn't the only one cultivating those thoughts because just then, Simone moaned against his lips, "God Sam.  I want you so bad."

A small noise of longing escaped the back of his throat, but as desperate as he was to be inside her, they'd both have to wait.  "Think you can wait 'til we get back home?" he asked, eyes focused on those full lips that he was longing to kiss again.

Simone's nose wrinkled and those pretty lips twisted into a pout as she whined, "Do we 'ave'ta?"  

Yes, they did.  But first Sam indulged her for another minute, holding her close and kissing her breathless, before pulling back with a laughing, "Hold on.  Wait a second.  I have a surprise for you."

Apparently that was a suitable distraction because a wiggle of hips proved she was ready to be lowered back to her feet and she fixed him with a delighted smile.  "Oh really?" she wheedled, pressing closer and slipping her arms around his middle, "What sorta surprise?"

"It's in the Jeep," Sam said, fingertips brushing a curl back from her face.

Her eyes lit with excitement.  "Well, let's go then!"

With bags in hand, Sam led the way out of the airport and he found he had trouble keeping his eyes off of Simone.  Everything about her was captivating, from the brush of her dress against her upper thighs to the bounce of her breasts under the thin material, to the way the sun highlighted her burnished skin and the sparkle in her eye as she caught him looking.  God, she really was beautiful and as eager as he was to get her into bed, he was just as eager to simply share space with her, and especially to give her the present he'd gotten her.  

"You're lookin awfully pleased with y'self, Sam Drake," she challenged, bumping him playfully with her hip.  

"I have good reason," he said with a smug smile.

Simone's eyebrows lifted, "Ja?  Is that so?"

He looked past her to where the Shoreline Jeep was parked and she turned to follow his gaze.  Sam watched as her brown eyes widened, her mouth falling open only seconds before her hands flew up to cover it and she let out a delighted squeal.  The noise was answered with a high-pitched yip! from the puppy waiting on the driver's seat, buff-colored paws hooked over the half-door and a tail wagging wildly enough to shake his entire body.

"You got me a puppy!"  

Abandoning her bag, Simone skipped toward the Jeep, hands reaching eagerly for floppy ears as she was met with messy kisses.  He'd tied leash was tied to the steering wheel to keeping the pup from escaping the Jeep, and Simone quickly unclipped it so she could scoop the puppy into her arms.  "Oh Sam, he's perfect!" she gushed, whirling to face him as he reached the Jeep a half step behind her.

There was something so pure in that moment, as Simone stood there cradling the wiggling puppy to her chest, and if there had been any doubt in his mind before, it was completely gone now.  He wanted this woman.  He didn't care that she was - arguably - too young for him, or that she was literally a soldier for hire, or that she was the one thing truly keeping him from seeking out his brother.  He wanted her.  He wanted to spend the rest of his life with her.

"I love you, Simone."

The words passed his lips without consent, coming out with a somber earnestness that he'd have been embarrassed about with anyone else, but Simone's face was softening, her lips parting as she tipped her head and asked, "F'real?"

Sam laughed, his hand coming up to brush fingertips along her cheekbone, "Yeah, for real.  I told ya that you'd be the first to know."

She smiled and leaned into his touch.  "Ja, ya did.  And I love you too, Sam Drake."

***

"Vriend."  

Sam's eyebrows lifted in question, "Hm?"

"That's his name," Simone explained, nodding to the Cocker-Border Collie mix trotting along at their heels.  

Sam wiped the beads of sweat off his forehead with the back of his wrist.  "Friend?"

Simone chuckled, "No, Vriend."  

"With a V?"

"Mhm.  It's Afrikaans."

"Oh," Sam answered.  Well that made sense.  "So it means 'friend'?"

Simone laughed, "Anyone ever tell ya you're a smart one?"

"Every now and then."

He ran his hand idly along the stones of the St. Dismas cathedral as they walked, his gaze drifting upward to the towers stretching into the sky like broken fingers.  It was familiar by now, every crag and crack, and Sam found that he'd grown fond of the structure; it was as much as a part of home as the little cottage where he and Simone had just spent a solid day getting reacquainted.  

"We should climb it," Simone announced, beckoning Vriend closer so she could clip the leash back to his collar.  

Sam's eyes went to the dog, then to Simone.  "Now?"

"Ja."  She looped the end of the leash over a broken wooden post - likely part of a fence that hadn't survived the centuries - and then turned to him with an expectant look.  "Unless ya scared?"

Sam's eyes narrowed.  "That," he said, "sounds suspiciously like a challenge, Ms. Ross."

She shrugged one bare shoulder as she backed up, critical eyes studying the wall in front of them for a suitable handhold.  "Unless ya not up for it," she cajoled.

"Ha!" Sam's eyes went to the wall as well, immediately spotting a broken stone that he could without a doubt reach.  "Not up for it, my ass!"  Without waiting for her, Sam jumped and caught the handhold, levering himself up to the nearest lancet before glancing back down to find her shimmying up behind him.

"Filthy cheater," she joked as she reached his side.  "C'mon then, let's keep goin'!"  And, without even a hint of fear or hesitation, she jumped for the string-course above.

By the time they reached the top of tower, both were sweating and coated in a film of dust and Simone was sporting a bruised scrape on one bare knee, but their smiles proved just how much they'd enjoyed the physical activity - and the ensuing adrenaline rush when either chanced a look down.  

They settled on the pinnacle, shoulder to shoulder and legs dangling off, and for a moment neither spoke, out of breath from the climb and speechless from the view.  And what a view it was, with the mid-morning sun reflecting off the ocean in shimmers and sparkles, and the sky a brilliant blue.  From their perch, Sam felt as if the horizon stretched on forever and all he'd have to do was squint to get a glimpse of eternity . . .

"You're pretty spry for your age."

Sam turned his head to find Simone staring out over the waves, her lips pursed in a teasing smile.  "I'll have you know," he said, feigning offense, "that this is not the first tower I've climbed."

She looked at him, pleased that her ribbing at gotten a reaction, "Oh no?"

"See, climbing sort of . . . runs in the family," he explained, shifting his weight so he could pull out his pack of cigarettes and shake one to freedom.  "Nathan could climb anything."  He popped open the lighter and touched the flame to the cig, eyes cutting toward Simone again as he inhaled.  "Ever since he was a little kid.  Bookcases, the kitchen cabinets, the towers of cardboard boxes that our shit was always packed in," he shrugged.  "Anything he could climb, he would."

Simone was watching him carefully, like she always sort of did when he brought up his brother, and her question was a gentle prompt, as if afraid she'd spook him and he'd shut down.  "And you 'ad to keep up with him?"

Sam smiled, chest puffing out a bit as he boasted, "I was the only one who could!  I taught him everything he knows."  Mostly, anyway.  Until Sully came along and smooth-talked his way into their lives.

"Sounds like you were close," Simone commented, absently wiping a bead of blood from her knee.  

"We were all we had."  Again, until fucking Sully showed up.  He glanced at Simone again and asked, "What about you and Nadine?"

"What about us?"  

There was no hostility in the question, though; nothing that gave Sam the impression that she didn't want to talk about it, so he pressed on.  "I know she's a lot older than you and things were sort of weird when you moved in with her and your father . . ."

Simone was quiet for a minute, as if deciding how much she wanted to share, and Sam was beginning to think that he'd read her cues wrong but then she broke the silence.  "Things're . . . complicated with Nadine," she started.  "We love each other, course, but I think she blames me for what 'appened to our dad and why Shoreline is in the mess it is now."

Sam's brow furrowed in confusion.  "I don't understand," he admitted, feeling like he was only getting half of the story.  

She sighed, eyes drifting out to the horizon again as the wind picked up, sending her curls in every direction.  "I've made a lotta mistakes, Sam.  Made lots of bad choices . . ."

"You're not the only one," he said with a wry smile.  "But what do you mean about Shoreline?  And how does it have anything to do with you?  You're just a contractor, right?"

She nodded, "Yeah, but it was 'cause of me that we lost one of our biggest contracts."  Her hand drifted her her ribs, pressing just under her breast, "Dad beat me bloody for it."

Realization came quickly and with it, searing hot anger.  "The scar on your ribs?" Sam asked, the words coming out harsh, almost demanding.  "That's from your father?"

"His belt buckle."

Her voice was soft and her freckled cheeks red with . . . what?  Embarrassment?  Shame?  He wasn't exactly sure and it was hard to hazard a guess when she wouldn't even look at him.  "What happened?" he asked, but she was shaking her head.

"I don't want to talk about it, Sam."  

He wanted to talk about it though and he wasn't even sure why; it wasn't like he could do anything about it.  It was in the past.  Hell, her father was dead.  He had a pressing need to understand though, because all of these puzzle pieces Simone was sprinkling around them were building up to a picture of who she was and, despite their love for each other, that picture was still frustratingly unfinished.  So he made one last plea before giving up and allowing a topic change, just a simple, "Are you sure?"

"I know it may not seem like it, but what 'e did was actually a good thing."  

Bullshit.  Was she trying to convince herself?  

"He was helpin' me, in his own way."

Sam was shaking his head though, refusing to believe that there was ever any sort of justification for beating the hell out of your child with a fucking belt.  He knew because he'd been on the receiving end of that same sort of treatment before being dumped in an orphanage.

Simone ignored his silent protest, instead continuing with a vague explanation.  "I was eighteen and I had gotten into trouble - remember those mistakes, I mentioned? - and after that, I wasn't in trouble anymore."

It didn't make a lick of sense and Sam opened his mouth to tell her as much, but she was turning critical eyes on him, "How 'bout this?  You tell me why you went to prison and I'll tell you what 'appened with my father and Shoreline?"

Sam blinked, taken aback by the sudden shift in focus from her past to his.  Did he want to know that badly?  Yes, but telling her what Rafe did could open a can of worms he wasn't ready to deal with.  Not yet.  "I was innocent," he said after a moment, and he could tell by the surprise on Simone's face that she hadn't expected him to say anything.  Or maybe she didn't believe that he was actually innocent.  "Someone else did something really bad and I did their time."

A line appeared between Simone's brows, "But how?  Were you protecting them?  Was it your brother?"

Sam shook his head, "No.  Well, sorta.  Nathan was there; he was a part of it but he wasn't the one who committed the crime.  I wouldn't've taken the fall for this person, except that I didn't have a choice."  Now it was his turn to touch his abdomen, where three dimpled scars resided.

"Because you got shot," Simone finished.  

Sam nodded.  "I got shot and they had to leave me behind, so I got saddled with the prison sentence."

"That's awful," she said, and there was no faking the sympathy on her face or in her voice.  "I'm sorry, Sam."  

He shrugged, "It is what it is."  Then he bumped her lightly with an elbow, "Your turn."

She was quiet for a minute, her teeth worrying at her lower lip as she clearly considered her words, but when she spoke it wasn't a confession, but rather a plea: "Please, Sam?  Please just let it go?"

Forgotten in his hand, his cigarette had burned down to the filter and Sam flicked it into the air, sending it spinning toward the ground a hundred feet below them.  There was an unmistakable annoyance to the action; hadn't they had a deal?  And he was ready to argue that point with her but there was a vulnerability to her posture that had that resistance fading.  

"Alright," he acquiesced, lifting both hands into the air in surrender.  "Alright, I'll let it go."  Could he though?  His lips pressed into a firm line, "Just--"

Simone sighed, "Sam . . ."

"Just, if you ever want to talk about it, I'll listen, okay?"  He reached for her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and coaxing her closer, "I won't judge or anything.  I'll just listen."

"What if I never want to talk about it?" she asked, settling in under his arm.  "What if I just want to forget it ever happened?"

It would bother him, Sam knew, not ever having the full picture, but he could respect it.  It wasn't like he'd told her the full reason of why he'd gone to prison and there wasn't a chance in hell he'd ever share the details of his time in Panama with her.  Those details were his burden to bear, his demons to wrestle with, and maybe Simone felt the same about her father.  Whatever her reasons, if Sam wanted Simone then he'd have to live with her silence.  

"Then we won't ever talk about it," he assured her, pressing a kiss to those copper curls.  

"Thank you."  Simone tipped her head back so she could see his face, "How'd I get lucky enough to find you?"

Sam smiled, the hand draped over her shoulder sneaking its way into her tanktop.  "Karma," he decided with a decisive nod.  "And my raw masculine magnetism."

"Ha!" Simone laughed, pulling his hand down further to cup her breast.  "More like I took pity on ya."

"Pity?" Sam repeated, affronted.  

"Ja, pity."  She nodded, "I took one look atchya and I could tell you 'adn't been laid in ages!"

"Ouch, babe."

[melodicminho]

boyfriend!jackson au

Request: hi! can you please do a boyfriend!jackson au? thank you so much! (:

Thank you for requesting an au, I had fun writing this one bc Jackson is so !!cute!! and I love writing like this omg it’s so fun and I don’t have to be as serious with it.

I have maybe two more requests after this one, but I don’t know when I’ll get around to writing them because I still have a project or two, a book report, and a singing thing for extra credit in english AH

again thank u to whoever sent me this au suggestion its cU te bc jackSIN

he first saw you at hollys coffee

you were sitting alone at one of the window tables and he thought you looked lonely and sad

so he came to you like

HEY swETIE u look kinda lonely (he does an internal haha) mind if i sit with u???

you were like?? okay sure buddy whatever

immediately, and i mean immediately did you two become friends

BEST FRIENDS AT THAT (jackson is just such a sweet man how can you not love him)

you two were so noisy in the coffee shop when you first met that you two got kicked out

its not your fault jackson made you laugh so hard?? so hard that u nearly hit your face on the tabL E

okay fast forward one year

jackson is completely wrapped around your finger (he has been ever since he first met you but he doesnt need u to know that)

he won’t ever leave your side because he feels lonely when he’s not stuck to your side

he teases you about your height OFTEN how rude

he ruffles your hair and makes smooching sounds so that you don’t get huffy with him though

and when you do get huffy and upset with him, he holds you as tight as he can and tells you that your height is perfectly fine, you are perfect the way you are and he tells you with so so much sincerity

this is still when you’re friends mind you

you both hang out a lot outside because you like the fresh air and jackson likes to give you warm clothes even if you’re already wearing three layers

you accept his jacket anyways because they always felt more comfier than your own

and when you two did chill inside

you usually had your legs thrown across his lap

scrolling through your social media feed as jackson watched something on the tv

sometimes he would drum his fingers against your knee

or randomly hug you and snuggle you because he loves u and ur his lil bun you deserve all the cuddles in the world

he realizes he has feelings for you when you two are hanging out at your home

you had no make up on and you were wearing shorts and a slightly bigger than your size tshirt

you were snug against his side as you two watched a romcom, his arm casually slung behind you on the couch

there was one part in the movie that seemed to be really funny to you and he witnessed the way you laughed so hard that it was completely silent

your eyes were crinkled up and your hand was barely covering your mouth (which was wide open)

when the scene got even funnier that same hand that was covering your mouth slapped his chest and he looked at you with wide eyes and thought ?? what the fuck they’re so cute i love them

fast forward to like .. three days later

jackson confesses to you, holds your hands tightly even though hes sweating like CRaz y and keeps his gaze on yours as his mouth forms each and every word with such eloquence that your breath catches in your throat

of course you accept his confession because wtf you like him too

so now you two are dating

and jackson has gone from aw ill squeeze u and pinch your cheek affectionate to iM GOING TO SMOTHER YOU WITH MY HUGS affectionate

he is almost always seen stuck to your side by your friends and his friends

if jackson was a glue he’d either be gorilla glue or loctite super glue.

he just won’t leave u alone when you two are together

it can be a bit too much sometimes if youre feeling cranky, but really, jackson is super sweet and his hugs are the best

he gives u so many kisses !! 2 many to count but u love it so who cares!!

when he kisses you he frames your face in his hands or he tilts your chin in his direction so he can lightly kiss your lips

jackson absolutely loves giving you kisses on the top of your head and he loves holding your hand or your wrist

theres always some part of him touching you

once you two got together you both stayed in more, but still went outside, just not as much as you two used to

the only reason why you didn’t go out that much anymore is because you two would be too busy staring or giggling at the other

and a lot of people sometimes gave you annoyed looks because you too were really affectionate in public

like one day it was very cold, it was even cold inside the coffee shop you two met in and you both were waiting in a very long line

you didn’t wear enough thick layers and jackson scolded you bc “you naughty girl, you’re going to catch a cold if you don’t start wearing warmer clothes ): “

and with his hands shoved in his pockets, he opens his trench coat to invite you into his very very warm embrace

u know

COUGHS this one (creds 2 the owner thank u for this picture)

he hooks his chin on the top of your head with a grin and you can’t help but blush once he wraps his arms around your waist with his coat closing in around the both of you

v cute

he lOVES IT when u rest your head in his lap becaus e youre so pretty and he loves you and he wants to run his fingers through your hair all the time just to see you flutter your eyes closed and fall asleep with his fingers tangled in the strands

jackson is so fond of you and he thinks you are a wonderful person, inside and out, he never lets you forget that because he wants to be sure that you absolutely know and understand that you are his sweetheart and he thinks you’re suPER #1 on the planet

he tugs at your hand a lot when he wants you to see something he found cool

you also pull at the hem of his shirt when you want his attention and he FINDS IT SO ADORABLE YOU’RE SO CUTE

he lives for your compliments

ur laugh gives him life

your kisses healed a boo boo he got on his finger once (he swears it was because of the kisses not the ointment)

he gets shy when u touch his chest or bury your face in the crook of his neck aw bean

he screams each time he sees you

“JAGIYA”

all in all jackson is a super sweet man who will treat u right and give u the love you deserve

[i-amusemyself]

All Emoji Asks.

🐰 what is one secret youve never told anyone?I don't really have that many secrets. I guess theres a side of my personality that I spend a lot of energy supressing like hell that I hate with a passion.💗 if you could hug anyone, who would it be?Right now? My best friend right next to me or my friend back home.🐹 what are some of your favourite pokemons and why?I mean, I only ever played pokemon go, but from that I loved the squirtles and the evees just bc theyre cute af🌠 if you were in charge of the world what would it be like?A lot more chilled out. Chill pills would be mandatory.👀 what was the most recent vivid dream you had?Okay I had two freaking weird ones the other night?In one I was a 10 y/o muslim girl going to a new primary school and while I was there I started raising money for a cancer charity.In the other I was taking a really hard A level maths exam and getting stressed and mad bc everyone kept talking and I couldnt finish it in time.☀ what do you like most about your best friend?EVERYTHING?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?! Idk, I guess how forgiving and layed back she is. She always tries to understand and see things from your point of view.😘 talk about your crush or partnerLmao I'm alone 😂 I do have a crush but its a million miles from mutual so like, shes amazing but boi it hurts 😂💁 if someone was rude to you would you be rude back?Depends on how well I know them and what they're like tbh. I'll banter, but I avoid confrontation.🌟 what do you like about yourself? (3 things)😂😂😂 wow erm...1. I always try and put in all the energy I have if someone/something needs it2. I make loads of terrible puns its gr93. I really dont have any other qualities idk🐾 what are you scared of most? How will you overcome it?👏 I'm terrified of abandonment 👏 aaaand as of yet I have no idea how to deal with it ngl🎁 what never fails to make you happy?Really good stand up commedy or my favourite music💙 what annoys you about some people?Their complete lack of self-awareness. Idk, maybe I'm low key jealous too but srsly some people????😤 do you get angry easily?Yeah. I keep pretty good tabs on it so you probs wouldnt know it, but if something upsets me, chances are I'm hella pissed too.🐇 what do you always daydream about?Dramatic and upsetting situations or drunk situations 😂🌻 if you could change 3 things about the world what would you change?1. Sort out equality and all that jazz2. Divide up the land more equally, bc it pisses me off that some people are living in tiny cramped shacks and others have 100 mile square farms.3. End capitalism and with that make all necessary services free.🍓 send me 4 names: kiss, befriend, kill or marry?Anon?✈ what is your dream city and why?I mean Ive always wanted to go to copenhagen but theres no guarantee its gonna be my fave. My fave so far is Amsterdam bc its so peaceful and the architecture is to die for.☕ talk about your ideal day?Spend it with my best friend/crush. Lay in bed late and be lazy and watch good TV/movies. Maybe go out in the afternoon to not go stir crazy and entertain ourselves. Stay up kinda late talking about deep shit, lying underneath the stars.🌸 are you an introvert, ambivert or extrovert?Ambivert!💧 when was the last time you cried?Yesterday lmao 😂 i havent gone more than 2 days without crying in the past week 😧 I just got myself into a nice Depression Episode.🎵 name 5 songs you like atm?Argh I havent listened to music in so long (7 days...) umm so things i wanna listen to- youth by daughter- voices by Motionless in white- living dead girl by rob zombie- corpse roads by keaton hensen- lost boy by troye sivan⚡ if you had any superpower what would it be and why?Mind reading bc my anxiety would be halved.💛 if you could talk to your younger self, what would you say?I'd tell myself to stop trying to fit in and be like everybody else because the people I know are just a tiny portion of the population and really aren't much to aspire to. I'd tell myself to drop all my shitty friends because it would stop me from dealing with a lot of crap later on. I'd point myself in the right direction of the better people 😂I'd teach myself how to stand up for myself and how to not take any crap.And I'd give myself a hug and tell myself it's okay not to be cishet, because maybe if I could turn back time and start to deal with it earlier I'd be okay with it now.💚 who are you jealous of and why?A lot of people really, with qualities I don't have.I suppose one kid in particular is like, everything i want to be. Kind, hillarious, confident, close to people I love. 💎 what would you rather have more of: intelligence, beauty, kindness, wealth or bravery? Why?Bravery or kindness?? Its hard to have one without the other. Also beauty ngl bc im fugly.🙊 what are you ashamed of?My gender and sexuality 👏🌺 which languages do you know? Which do you want to learn?I know english and spanish and I'm learning Danish. Hopefully once I'm okay at danish I can learn arabic. Ill be satisfied after that 😂☘ if you could be any fictional characters friend/lover who would it be and why?I mean, theres plenty of fictional lesbians where im like 😏👀 but honestly if I had to pick only one person I'd choose Kieren Walker from in the flesh bc he needs a friend and I relate to him so strongly.☁ talk about your dream universe.Mental and physical illness doesnt exist. People arent dicks. Everything is free. No one feels unloveable.💜 which acts of kindness are you going to do today?Idk I'm p much done for the day 😂 I've been helping out around the house all day tho🐬 if you could transform into any animal what would it be and why?I mean i might be biased but either a dog or a sloth bc they get to sleep all the time 😂🍄 talk about someone/something you really dislike.Someone I was best friends with for 4 years suddenly turned around and stabbed me in the back, made up shit about me, arranged that all my friends not talk to me for a fortnight, sent group emails stuffed with emotional manipulation and blamed me for her suicidal thoughts. I nearly ended it. Now I get to watch my friends still loving her like she isn't the world's most heartless person. It makes my blood boil.😣 talk about something that has been making you depressed/angry/anxious.I'm staying with my best friend rn and I can't stand the thought of going home.🍪 what did you want to be as a kid and what do you want to be now?I wanted to be a nurse and now I wanna be a doctor 👏 variety 👏🍰 what are some of your favourite sugary foods?I cant really eat sugar 😂 so fuck knows? Chocolate?🍑 what are you obsessed with?Brains, thought processes, psychopaths, graveyards and more 😂💘 what happens to you when youre stressed?I just get really emotional and start agressively making lists everywhere in an attempt to sort my life out.😪 what are you sick of?Humanity.🙀 are you an adrenaline seeker?Yeah its terrible 😂 i hate anxiety but I also kinda love it when my heart races.💥 what are some unpopular opinions you have?I....dont? I cba with discourse lifes too short.☔ would you consider yourself a good person?I think anyone with good intentions is usually a good person so yeah😊 what do you do as hobbies?Sleep, binge watch netflix and blog 😂🎤 whats the last song you hummed or sang by yourself?👏👏👏 Mr Brightside 👏👏👏 what a jam 👏👏👏🐝 whats your worst trait?Being waaayyy too clingy.🌷 whats your mbti personality type and why do you think it suits you?ISFJ and yeah defo, its the defender and I feel that tbh🐶 send me 3 fictional people and ill choose my favourite.Anon?👑 who are your favourite celebrities and why?Kaitlyn Alexander is my bae.Besides that I dont really....obsess over any celebrities? Eliza taylor is doing p good 😂 ummm also some youtubers? Do they count?🐴 opinion on __?Its a great bit of punctuation.🍋 do you consider yourself to be an emotional person?Lmfaoooooo YES📚 share 3 books you love and your favourite quotes from them.M8. Thats not gonna happen 😂 I love any book that makes me cry but I cannot quote a single word.😔 what do you always do when you feel sad? Does it work?Find a quiet corner, shut my eyes and listen to my Depression Playlist. It doesn't always make me feel better but it helps me ride it out.🙂 what thoughts keep you going when you're sad?The thoughts of uni and that I'll hopefully meet some great new people. Also my best friend. Just in general 😂🌎 which country do you live in?England.🐧 describe yourself in 3 words?Awkward, tall and shy.🙉 what quotes changed you?"Pick your fights" bc as much as its a meme it helps me chill outAlso "everything is temporary" and "the sun will rise and we will try again".💭 do you keep a diary?I have a personal blog which acts as a diary yeah💫 who inspires you?Kaitlyn Alexander!! (Listen theyre like the first nb representation I ever knew and I relate so much to everything they say and theyre so cute and talented)👻 do you believe in ghosts and why?I mean, my initial response is no. Because we're just bags of flesh made up of cells and when we die those cells die so theres nothing to live on.But tbh we know so little about the universe I'm open to the possibility of anything at this point.🎀 whats your fashion sense like?Dior. I know what clothes I like and think look good but I never like them on me.🎬 what are some of your favourite films?Deadpool, My sisters keeper, pitch perfect 2 ermm🍦 what is one treasured childhood memory?UmmmmmmmmmmmmWhen I first got my bunny, that was an amazing day!!🐼 if you could meet anyone, who would it be and why?Um my soulmate? Where are they at?

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scooby doo part 9:part 3:lets just get this shit over with

and once again i find myself in this shitty situation ive forced myself into

the shitty situation being aloha scooby doo

oh well

what a cold and depressing picture in these warm and welcoming times we live in

i dont remember where i leftoff

the beach was there

what im saying is i lost the timecode

im just going to use that to justify skipping most of the movie because sitting down and watching this is actually terrible

lets go

scooby doo part 9:part 3:part 1:where are we now

25 minutes from the end is where

we open on velma screaming that theyre surrounded on all sides

they are

they panic and run away leading to what may be the greatest scene in the movie

like holy shit

they stopped drawing the tiki fuckers and started using cg at some point durring the half hour i skipped and its fucking terrible

its not lit the same way and is so poorly composited

i cant believe that this got through production looking this fucking bad

theyre trapped

no escape

shaggy screams about how they are “doomed dooooomed”

scooby faints and wouldnt you know it

he finds a conveniently placed exit

fuck this movie

they run through the cave chased by early 2000s shitty cgi and then turn a corner

now this is fucking horrible

so many cartoons and movies do this same shit and i hate it

the enemy is right behind out hero chasing them down

and then the hero takes a turn while fully visible to the enemy and the enemy just keeps running ahead

its fucking stupid

so anyway

they wander around for a minute or two accomplishing nothing

shaggy and scooby get scared by nothing and almost dive head first into lava

do it

jump

end the movie

they dont jump

the gang walks around for another minute or so

theres something about a sacrificial altar i dont know or care

then they run into whats her face from the begging of the movie

yeah her

so she screams and runs away

im not sure why but im sure it has to do with whatever the main villains name was

the number one part of this is fred waiting a second or two after shes run off to yell at her to wait

its so awkward i love it

tiki monster enters the stage

fred tries to scare it off with one of the tiki charms scam guy was selling earlier in the movie

they run and hide behind pillars

scooby doo part 9:part 3:part 2:why stand your ground and do what you said you would when you can make bad life decisions

the title here is in reference to what scooby and shaggy do while they hide

fred tells them to run out and get tiki fucks attention

shaggy responds logically

i dont feel like getting real quotes but it goes like this

“fuck you fred were not going to go get ourselves killed you dumb piece of shit”

fred insists on it

“like no really fred fuck off this wont be happening”

velma offers a scooby snack to do it

“what do you think i am retarded im not going to die for a scooby snack”

she offers them macadamia nut flavored scooby snax which i think was a joke set up near the beginning of the movie but i dont really remember

at this point they decide they are probably going to die anyway so why die hungry

we cut to the tiki man screaming at the pillars scoob and the rest of the fucks are hiding behind

scooby and shaggy begin the distraction

oh yeah

perfect

theres no way this wont work

other than the tiki running at them like a bull

it might not work then

they climb on top of a statue to prolong the inevitable

during the 10 or so seconds of shaggy running around you see the rest of the gang just walk away and leave them to die in the background

velma daphne and fred watch as the living tiki slowly smashes the statue ready to kill scooby and shaggy

the best part of this is that while velma and daphne are horrified fred just turns to them and gives them a sly smile and a thumbs up like

“haha all part of the plan”

they throw rocks down to stop im out of unfunny ways to say tiki man

this causes tiki boy to fall into the lava

er well almost fall into the lava

the fact that he is able to narrowly escape by grabbing part of the rock is complete bullshit

he just climbs back up

we then get a classic running through doors scooby doo sequence exept its not doors its a cave

oh well

this falls victim to one of the most annoying things in animation

walk cycles not matching movement speeds and resulting in sliding

its terrible the walk cycle moves at one speed but the character just slides along at a different speed with their movements not matching up with how fast theyre moving along

now look i understand that animation is hell and getting one thing wrong can lead to nightmarish amounts of extra work but this shit just looks lazy and terrible

although that point is minor and is honestly just a nitpick considering how much ive been shitting on this movie this entire time

oh yeah they also throw tiki humanoid into a wall which causes a cave in that clearly crushed tiki boy and should have killed him and also everyone else

oh yeah they also got hawaiian girl to join them at some point durring this shitshow

they also do a weird out of place indiana jones parody where velma drops her glasses as a conveniently door shaped rock comes down she nearly gets crushes diving back under and getting them across just in time

girl i dont care to remember the name of whines about surfer man being gone and leads the gang into an extremely obvious trap

fred very very awkwardly yells for the tiki man to stop when it grabs the girl

its really bad he just says “hey stop” but he spaces them out by like 3 seconds its terrible

he also holds up the tiki charm thing again

it doesnt work

he complains that it doesnt work despite this only being one of many times it hasnt

the door to the room closes trapping mystery inc inside

oh yeah the room is also full of snakes

shaggy once again references indiana jones by declaring that he hates snakes

some other shit happens im sure

shaggy materializes a banjo and begins playing

somehow he knows how to charm snakes

they escape the room

theres a weird waterfall slide sequence

how there is a waterfall in an active volcano i dont feel like thinking about

they find the tiki monsters from earlier and find out they are robots

there are several reasons this makes no sense 

mainly the fact that it implies that when activated they all do the same thing

this goes against the fact that earlier each one did its own thing

its bullshit

we could probably also get into the fact that even now we have barely been able to make robots walk on their own so rigging at least one hundred of these let alone just one would be impossible at the time this was made

fuck it

theres also a machine that pours water into the volcano to make steam to make people think its erupting

this goes againt the one actual real eruption early in the film

it feels like the idea to be in hawaii was thought of and put into production before the script was written

although knowing these weird straight to video scooby doo movies that wouldnt surprise me

they find an exit and leave now ready to fucking destroy the tiki guy with all of this evidence

scooby doo part 9:part 3:part 3:dude its the big surfing contest everyone is gonna be there

we open on ellen welcoming everyone to the unfunny name surfing contest

some guy is talking shit about the volcano with big angry racist guy from before

“dont just talk the talk walk the walk faggot”

oh well

the gang recaps the plan they should already know and get ready for the contest to start

theres a brief surfing montage that exists only to show daphne in a bikini although it could also be argued its because of her weirdly well developed interest in surfing

like really theres several movies where she surfs and she also does it a couple of times in some of the cartoons

its a really weird character trait to attach to daphne

oh also big surprise the volcano “erupts” and tiki cunt rolls onto the scene

also hes done this several times and ive just ignored it but

how can the tiki fucker breathe fire

like really

its just a guy in a suit a fact ill be bitching more about soon so how is he able to actually breathe fire 

like if it was a projection like in that one movie with the hex girls and vampires and shit id be fine with it despite that still not making much sense

but no this is real actual fire what the hell

he breathes/vomits several fireballs at scooby and shaggy nearly killing them

he catches the glider thing fred is riding for some reason on fire

and then

holy shit this is fucking terrible

and then daphne puts it out by doing a spin on her surfboard

theres a montage of the tiki chasing scooby and shaggy around on surfboards

he crashes and washes up on shore

is it finally going to end

they unmask him

its hawaiian stereotype guy from the beginning

also his girlfriend was involved somehow

it was some real estate scam i guess

theres some shit about his girlfriend having degrees in rocket science and robots or some shit but i dont really care about the motivation of this shitty villain or how they did it i care about the design

and oh boy is it bad

this doesnt work

for scale heres a shot of him earlier in the movie

theres no way his arms go out that far or his legs go down that far

its all wrong its fucking horrible on the eyes

the big hawaiian guy is appalled at that fact that he would do this to his own people

whatever

also he finds some time to fit his hatred of other people into his finishing line about meddling kids by calling them meddling mainlanders

scooby wins the surfing contest 

he and shaggy get a years worth of macadamia nuts so i guess that weird joke got a punchline of sorts

theres some other shit right before the credits im not going to talk about

its over

and with that we come to something else

scooby doo part 9:part 3:part 4:something else

this is it

i hated this movie

a lot

it went from being a joke i kept around throughout the posts to being actual hatred

if this were a movie that was less terrible it probably would have been over in less than a month let alone 2-3

not even quality wise i mean less terrible as in more watchable

i massively underestimated how unreasonably boring this movie was

oh well thats over now

this is also over now

this being the scooby doo parts

and over being not really over

the vague numbered post thing worked early on when the content was a lot shorter and a lot worse but has just become an annoying thing to keep doing

the scooby doo posts will remain un numbered from now on

also i dont know what ill be covering next but dont be surprised if there isnt a new post until valentines day

i have something big planned but it might require all of my time and attention to get done so while i want to have something between this and that knowing me dont expect it to actually get done

the valentines day thing will be happening though

see you then