#but why do I always go for the LAMER ones

[yrwestillhere]

fuck my dogshit taste white boy loving chungus life

[yesimwriting]

Study Break

a/n halloween drabble <333 i wrote this while kind of sad so if it's bad that's why <3

Summary: Final-girl verse fic!! You want to catch up on homework before Halloween, unfortunately your best friends have other plans

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Whoever decided to make October one of the most academically crucial months of the year was definitely not a teenage girl.

You sigh, attention shifting away from your textbook and towards the fabric hanging on your closet's door handle. The dress, a pale pink thing that you'll definitely regret wearing the second the late-fall chill settles over the night, is the main part of your costume. A costume the world may never see if you don't finish studying for your history test.

The thought of the totally unacceptable brings you back to reality. You turn your head, forcing yourself to reread a passage on the Treaty of Paris.

After familiarizing yourself with some familiar names, you pick up an orange highlighter--which is the closest you've come to being seasonally festive--as your study mix CD begins to play a new song. The soft notes that make up the intro are cut off by a sharp click.

It's not horrifying, but you can feel your back straighten out of instinct. Your back presses into your desk's chair. You turn your head slowly.

The door to your bedroom is open, but there's nothing to be scared of in the doorway. "Guys."

Stu grins at the recognition. "Your mom let us in." He moves his hand away from your CD player before letting his arm fall to his side. "We wanted to scare you."

Despite knowing better, you let the corner of your mouth pull itself upwards. "Well then I'm completely terrified."

"Good." Stu steps further into your room, approaching your dresser. He picks up a tube of lip gloss you keep forgetting to reunite with the rest of your makeup. "Festive." He twists the tube's lid--back and forth, almost fully off and almost fully on. "Now let's keep that up and go."

You blink. Stu's sudden shifts don't surprise you as much as they used to, but you still haven't figured out how to keep up. "Go?"

Billy straightens, his body shifting away from the doorway. "The movie theatre's playing the first Halloween."

Oh. It's the kind of thing you'd usually love to be invited to. "It sounds fun," you keep your voice light, doing your best to keep your tone enthusiastic enough to convey that you do want to go without coming off as overly chipper, "But there's this history test on Friday."

Stu stills, his fingers pausing against the lipgloss tube. You tap your nails against your knee. There's objectively nothing wrong with what you've said--the three of you didn't have any pre-established plans and they didn't even call ahead to ask if you were free. But saying 'no' to them almost always makes something in your stomach knot. It's not guilt exactly, but it's an uneasy enough feeling that you do your best to avoid it.

"Yeah, your mom mentioned something." Billy steps forward.

You frown at the thought of your mom making you sound a lot lamer than you really are. You're too old to be embarrassed by your study habits, but it doesn't mean you need them advertised. "Yeah?"

"She said to see if we have better luck pulling your head out of that textbook than she did." For a second, you think Billy might be smiling, but he turns his head too quickly for you to be sure. You narrow your eyes at him as he approaches your CD player. He presses play, letting the next song on your CD finally start.

An uncomfortable warmth begins to crawl up your neck. "I..." You busy yourself with placing the cap back onto your highlighter. "I have a schedule."

Stu walks towards your bed. He sits down with a much too heavy sigh. "You always have a schedule."

"Not true."

Your defense is immediately countered, "Kind of true."

You twist in your seat, neck craning in an attempt to look at Billy. He briefly holds your stare before letting his chin dip downwards, his eyes focusing on your floor. "You guys are being dramatic, I just want to do good on this one test."

"Come on." Stu's pulled your fluffy pillow onto his lap. "You study more than anyone I know." He drags his nails against the pillow, flattening tufts of synthetic hair. "You're gonna be fine."

With a sigh, you turn your attention back to your open textbook. You have been reviewing the first few units for days now... "I just..." You don't know how to make it make sense. You know that you study and that you try and that realistically you're not going to permanently damage your GPA, but it's not easy to let go of. "Worry, I guess."

Stu lifts his head. "Then you need someone to distract you." He combs his fingers through the pillow's fluff. "You don't want to end up like Jack."

It only takes you a second to realize that he's talking about the Shining. You fight against a smile, pressing your lips together in an attempt to seem neutral. "Pretty sure he had other things going on."

"Actually," Billy starts, "I think in the original draft it was a history test that drove him crazy."

"Very funny." With a sigh, you push your seat back, moving to stand, "Let's play it safe and not risk it."

Stu grins, moving your pillow off of your lap before standing. He's next to you before you can even think to step away from your desk. "You should always listen to us, babe." He places a hand on your shoulder. "We know best."

You roll your eyes at the comment, but let him guide you forward anyway. "Don't start."

"Ignore him." Billy pauses your music before stepping towards the door. "He bought Halloween candy today and he's already had more than half the bag."

You're not surprised. "Makes sense."

Something sharp presses into your shoulder--the pressure just pointed enough to be noticeable. Did he just--"Stu!" You turn your head towards Billy. "He pinched me."

Billy turns just enough to glare at Stu. "Really?"

"She's being dramatic." As if to prove his point, Stu makes a show of smoothing his hand against your shoulder. "And you can't let her get away with everything just because she's pretty."

You're used to Stu's compliments, but this one was sudden and indirect enough to take you by surprise. You're too distracted by the warmth crawling up your neck to say anything.

[spanishskulduggery]

Any colloquialism for sex en Español?

Like in English "make love" , "a fun time", " share a bed", "slept together" etc?

Entirely too many lol

Basic "make love" is hacer el amor, and "to sleep together" is usually acostarse (con alguien), and "to share a bed" is compartir cama or you can put la cama in but it sounds a bit more clinical somehow

"a fun time" is usually pasarla bien no idea why it's la sometimes people do say lo but still it's like espero que la pases bien "i hope you have a good time". There's also divertirse as a reflexive "to have fun" with una diversión being "diversion" but understood as "a bit of fun" as it "diverts attention" basically

This is a bit more of a soap opera but el amorío is a "tryst" or "fling", and la aventura is often what's used for "an affair" [this is a "love affair" kind of thing, literally "adventure" or more literally "to put to chance"; the word for an "affair" like a "matter" is el asunto]

Below you're going to find some words and terms and they'll be vulgar, so be really careful about looking these up for finding other words I missed

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The default verb for "to fuck" for Spain is follar

As far as euphemisms, Spain has one that I personally find gross but it's hacer un polvo which is "to hook up" or "to screw", but it's literally "to make dust". And el polvo / un polvo can be slang for sex or hooking up - it just sounds so dry to me

But you have to have the article there; if you say hacer polvo it means "to tire out" in Spain, like estar hecho/a polvo means "exhausted" or "wiped out" like "turned to dust" literally and it's not sexual

There's also hacer (una) paja which is slang for masturbation, and I made this mistake because la paja normally means "straw" so I thought it was straw like Rumpelstiltskin

Turns out that la paja can also mean "masturbation", and pajear can be that verb form

Worse, la paja can refer to different sex acts that are generally not penetration but rubbing up against some body part and different nationalities will show up depending on what it is. I know this because I saw la paja rusa and thought "Russian straw" but this is one of the slang terms for "tittyfucking" - I have also seen it referred to as la paja cubana

The one thing people agree on though is that la paja griega is like hotdogging because Greek is usually butt stuff - that's the only nationality people agree on

And since I did bring up not penetration stuff, be aware that mamar is usually the word for "to blow"; it's one of the words for "to milk" so it's not always vulgar, but it's related to amamantar "to breastfeed" or "to suckle"

But if you say la mamada it's always "blowjob"

The other word for "to suck" is chupar and that's usually not vulgar unless someone says it in a vulgar way like in English

frotar is "to rub", lamer is "to lick", and sometimes people will use comerse as "to eat out"

Words you should absolutely not look up though; la leche or la lefa is slang for "cum", and el lefazo is a "cumshot" or a "cumstain"

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Latin America likes culear or coger as "to fuck" or "to have sex" and that's more vulgar

[but coger in some places like Spain can mean "to grab" and is not vulgar at all which makes some regionalisms real awkward like someone is going to tell you at some point that coger una guagua could mean "to take a bus" in one country, or "to fuck a baby" in a different one so be careful whenever coger shows up and you're not in Spain because even countries that share a border in Latin America differ wildly on what regionalisms are vulgar and what ones aren't]

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I have also seen ligar con alguien and I don't know how widespread it is, but it's "to hook up" where literally ligar means "to form a bond with" or "to tie to" - it's somewhere between "connection" and "bond" and mixed with "tied up" in the etymology

This one feels a bit more like what you'd expect teenagers to be talking about, not vulgar exactly but definitely has implied physical connection

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I'm sure any of the native speakers could tell you more but what I described is a lot of the basic overall words you'd see - obviously hacer el amor is much more tame and possibly more romantic; the others go more vulgar

But acostarse con alguien isn't necessarily vulgar, it's just more euphemistic than tener sexo since it literally means "to lie down with someone"

[merakiui]

Can we talk about Azul being a big baby?

https://www.tiktok.com/@saltypinacolada/video/7361631572765871406

Throwing a tantrum as if hes not a grown ass man… I believe he wouldn’t want to show his darling this side of him cause he considers it his gross icky lil tako self, BUT HE DESERVES TO BE IMMATURE AND GROSS FROM TIME TO TIME. LET THE BABY TAKO OUT

Brat taming scenario or straight yandere tantrum 🤔 which would be better i wonder

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AAAAA I LOVE HIM. ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა that's my beloved tako!!!!

I suppose (in his defense) he has every right to have a harsh meltdown like that, considering this is years and years of bottled negativity, insecurity, avarice, etc. Leona destroying the (large collection of) contracts and Azul losing at his own game were just the straws that broke the camel's back.

I think it's also important to note that Jade and Floyd (Azul's two closest friends) are unwilling to side with him this time and maybe Azul saw that as a threat to his own mental well-being. Jade and Floyd are usually easygoing and often on board for all of Azul's schemes, so this is one of the first times they're openly opposing him and telling him he can't do something (i.e., take everyone's magic or else he'll overblot). When Floyd tells him he's much lamer now than he ever was before Azul can't recognize their genuine concern for him. In Azul's mind, it's probably something along the lines of: if he loses the two people he's closest to, alongside all of the contracts he spent years amassing, then he truly doesn't have anyone or anything; he'll be back where he began: the lonely outcast everyone made fun of in his youth.

Additionally, he's on the verge of crying and Azul (who was bullied ruthlessly for being a crybaby) doesn't like showing any sort of weakness or vulnerability, especially when it comes to crying. But what else can you possibly do when the floodgates burst? When so much has been built up and held in, it's only fair that the breakdown is just as frightening and strong. Thus, he screams and cries; he reacts in extremes.

I really adore how volatile he is when he has his meltdown. Azul is emotionally vulnerable by default (which is why he masks all of that with his pompous theatrics), but in that moment he truly believes that if he doesn't have everything (powerful magic, good singing abilities, an endless supply of skills and talents, etc) he is nothing but the "dumb, clumsy, crybaby octopus" from his youth. He can't accept his past self, which is why he's always working tirelessly to be the "best version" of himself because he's afraid of going back to who he once was, as he wholeheartedly believes that version of himself is terrible when it never was.

AAAA FORGIVE ME. OTL I rambled too much about tako, but I love his tantrums and I agree!!! He deserves to be gross and icky and immature from time to time! A yandere tantrum....... orz orz I love writing Azul breaking down at minor and major inconveniences whenever his darling is involved, but I especially love it when he's tried so hard to get you to reciprocate his feelings and nothing's working!!! The type of yan with a mindset of "I really dislike having to act so callous, but it's for your own good." Azul putting you through sensory deprivation to break your mind a little so that, eventually, the next time he visits the dark, soundproofed room you're kept in you'll reciprocate with open arms, desperate to be loved and feel connected with someone.

[wannabepoeticischiya]

It was the only way to have you again. Selfishly, even if it was only for a moment. Those words that never changed, a voice that never aged, you... that never saw another day.

ao3: voicemail pairing: gojo satoru x f! reader genre: angst wc: 1.9k status: one shot

"Hey, you reached the phone of (Y/n)! Please state your business after-- (Y/n)! Hurry!! Yeah! Just a minute! Sorry, you know what to do."

The familiar beep of her voicemail echoed in the middle of the quiet room.

"(Y/n)... How are you? I hope you're fine and yeah... how's Hawaii? You've been eating right? Stay healthy and I--"

"GOJŌ-SENSEI!!" Hasty footsteps thudded in the narrow corridor outside his room, evident noise of pushing and running made its way into his ears, similarly sounding like horses on a tight-matched race.

Gojō put the phone down and easily slipped on his blindfold, putting on his usually cheery attitude.

"HEYYA! DID YOU MISS YOUR EXTREMELY ATTRACTIVE SENSEI ALREADY?" He giggled like a highschool girl, throwing his iconic peace signs around.

"What? NO! Gross! Utahime-sensei wanted to see you!" Nobara countered as she struggled with holding back an overly nosy Yuji. "ITADORI! STOP PUSHING!"

"She also said that if you're not down there in five minutes she's gonna release all your embarrassing highschool pictures!" And with that, Nobara slid the door shut on Gojō's flushed face.

He opened the window and jumped.

The wind blowing at his puffy white hair. Nibbling ever so softly at his smooth skin, it ruffled his black uniforms as the breeze whispered melodies into his ear. Gray clouds blotted the early morning sky and cast shadows on his covered orbs, the faint light of the sun being a witness to that small genuine smile that decorated his face.

Yes, a typhoon was coming. And a hop over the window sill didn't really make him look like a cool superhero falling from a fifty-story building and landing perfectly on his two feet, in fact, he was located on the first floor. Which made him look a lot lamer.

Gojō took his sweet time making his way down the field, admiring everything that was surrounding him. Even if he wore hundreds of blindfolds, he would still be able to look at the world clearly. Although a little less colorful than usual but all that mattered was that he could see where he was going.

"SATORU! YOU'RE LATE!" Another reason why he walked a lot slower was just to annoy his old friend.

"Yes. Yes, hehehe... I'm not sorry!" He mock saluted, annoying the scarred female even more.

Although the two of them were previously schoolmates, both of them worked in different schools. Utahime teaches in Kyoto while Gojō stays in Tokyo. Despite the wide age gap between the two shamans, one can easily tell that the two were great friends even if they wouldn't admit it themselves.

"Just hurry up so we can cast the veil!" The shaman was really getting tired of Gojō's antics, it was getting old. "The typhoon is coming in!" She reasoned.

Satoru still had that irritating smile carved on his face. "Alright, alright... just let me make a phone call real quick, yeah?" The man didn't even wait for his comrade's response and immediately dialed someone's phone.

Utahime was left there, annoyed and frankly... losing it. She watched him impatiently as he held the phone beside his ear and tapped his foot repeatedly on the grassy ground.

"Hey, you reached the phone of (Y/n)! Please state your business after--" He cut the line off.

"OKAY! I guess she's busy for now!" Satoru's voice raised an octave higher and the smile he had on his face seemed to falter for a second before carving its way in again, twice as big.

"Satoru--"

"Let's set up that veil, shall we?"

The older woman sighed but got ready to set up the barrier. Utahime knew that something was up with the man, he was acting weird... he's always weird but today he's even weirder. She just didn't want to ask, afraid that she might be prying into something that shouldn't be meddled with and knowing Gojō... it's a very high chance that it's something personal and touchy. The last thing she wants on her plate is an emotionally unstable man-child going on a rampage because his girlfriend broke up with him or something.

Typhoons typically bring in a whole lot of curses. Due to people's fear of heavy rainfall, thunder and lightning... being alone in such a time. It brings out the unspoken emotions and longing that the majority of the population tries to bottle up.

Thunder echoed in the sky, sounding a lot like a bowling ball rolling down a lane, except that the lane was cracked and the bowling alley had no roof and everything was on fire.

Lightning flashed as the last bits of the curtains touched the ground. Don't want unwanted curses running around the campus in the midst of a storm. The last shaman who went off and tried to exorcise curses got hit by lightning and was out for days and he never got his brown hair back. It changed into a color that strongly resembled french fries and made him look like a walking bee. Heck! Even his eyes changed colors! That's why the school made sure to set up these kinds of things, especially now that the vessel of Sukuna resided here.

"I'm gonna go ahead and rest." Satoru yawned and quietly left a confused and slightly concerned Utahime. "See ya!" He yelled before turning the corner and disappearing.

Once she was sure that he was out of sight and earshot, she bolted to the infirmary. Passing by the three first years who looked confused and quite disturbed. "Utahime-sensei! Do you know what's going on with Gojō-sensei?" The three of them matched the speed of the woman as they blindly followed her to where she's heading.

"No, I'm quite perturbed myself. But I know someone who might."

She slid the infirmary door open, the first years lined up behind her like little ducklings following their mother.

"Whatever it is, it's a 'no' Gojō."

"SHOKO!"

Said woman looked up from the piles of paper she was dealing with and locked eyes on the peculiar sight. "What're you guys doing here?" She questioned, obviously sleep deprived.

"Do you know what's going on with Satoru?" The four of them walked into the medical room and sat on the perpendicularly aligned beds. "Gojō-sensei has been acting weird lately... when he walked past us earlier, he didn't greet us like he normally would." Yuji explained, a wondering look reflecting in his eyes. "Yeah, he just kept staring at his phone! Which was turned off by the way."

Shoko pondered on the thought, tapping her index finger on the wooden table. Her tired eyes stared at the bright lightbulb that gave the room luminosity.

"Do you remember someone called (Y/n), Utahime?" The doctor questioned, a reminiscent smile carving its way into her face.

"The curse moon user?" Megumi suggested.

Shoko snapped her fingers, "Yes. The curse moon user."

The tired doctor pulled something from the lowest cabinet, a school picture.

The majority of the people that were in the photograph were the sorcerers and staff that worked for the two schools and some were just very unfamiliar faces.

Nanami was there, situated between a messy-looking female and a smiling boy with black hair.

Utahime-sensei that didn't have a scar and an Ieri-sensei that didn't look sleep-deprived.

A Suguru Geto that wore clothes and that didn't make him look fat and didn't have the mark that made it look as if he got his brains removed and replaced.

And a younger Gojō-sensei that didn't wear anything to cover up his eyes; beside him was an annoyed girl that was super red in the face.

"Gojō sensei looked really whipped for that girl over there." Nobara pointed at the end of the picture where the two shamans were caught and photographed looking like they had their own little world.

"He was." Utahime implied, now remembering why Gojō was looking and acting really weird. "Her name was (Y/n) (L/n)." Every single person in the room could feel the faint scent of uneasiness that clouded the atmosphere.

"Go to bed, kids..." Utahime shooed away the curious students. "The storm is just about to enter Tokyo." The two teachers dismissed the disappointed first years. The children's footsteps slowly faded until the only sound that could be heard was the continuous rainfall outside.

"Does he still... you know..." Shoko held up her hand beside her ear and slightly shook it.

"Yeah..."

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ーI never took pictures nor have I ever recorded any footage of her. Truthfully speaking, I never found the need to. Because I was certain and confident that I was strong enough to protect her and see her the next day. And that mindset became my downfall. I was so self-assured and relaxed that nothing was going to go wrong as long as I am alive, that she would be okay as long as she was near me. But the same person that swore to protect her was the same person that got her killed.

"I got this, stand back!"

The light blue-eyed second year pushed her back. His bloodied hair sticking out in all sorts of directions as his sweat and tears mixed with the blood dripping down from his temple.

"SATORU! ENOUGH!"  A female shaman stood in front of Satoru, looking as beaten and bruised as he was. A deep gash ran from her left shoulder up until the base of her hand. Her right eye was decorated with a clean cut that stretched from the top of her eyebrow to the base of her lower lip.

"(Y/n)..."

The girl's determination was not enough to move the decision of her companion.

"You're literally bleeding, you look horrible and you smell!"  She laughed and pushed him slightly, cringing as the arm that was almost falling off got pushed a little.

"C'mon... hide... before it comes back."  She hinted at the large boulder that stood a few feet away from where they were currently positioned.

"What about you? You look just as beaten up as I am."  He argued, not wanting to leave (Y/n) to fight the battle that they were supposed to fight together.

"I'm fine. I'll be right behind you, I promise."  And she gestured once more to the hiding place that she wanted Satoru to head to.

ーI shouldn't have turned and looked.

Before he knew it...

"Domain Expansion: Blessing of the moon."

... she was gone.

It was as if everything was in slow motion; the blinding light that came from her cursed energy, the bloody waterfall of tears that decorated her incinerating face. And the faint smile that she gave the man she secretly loved.

"I'm sorry."

"Hey, you reached the phone of (Y/n)! Please state your business after-- (Y/n)! Hurry!! Yeah! Just a minute! Sorry, you know what to do."

Gojō cringed at the sound of his own voice mixing with her voicemail. The moon shone on his tear-stained face, illuminating the pained expression that painted itself on his face whenever he heard her voice when he was alone. The howls and whispers of the wind silenced the cries that escaped the clutches of his throat as he settled the drained cellphone on his nightstand.

ーI keep paying her telephone bill because it was the only way I could hear her voice again. It was the only way to ease everything that was raging inside me. The only way that I could hold on to the person that I deeply cherish... it was the only thing I have left to remember her.

"Hey, you reached the phone of (Y/n)! Please state your business after--"

Thunder resonated in the sad and lonely room that caged Gojō. He hugged the pillow tightly, hoping and praying that somehow someway, it would magically hug him back. That (Y/n) would pull away from his embrace and smile at him again... but the cold and fluffy comforter said otherwise.

"I miss you... so much."

[rainbowlapisart]

Now that time has passed I wanna share my thoughts on Deadpool and Wolverine as a film, though I will preface by saying it isn't very positive... also, I admit I was high in the theaters watching this, so please treat this post like what it is: just an opinion.

The opening dance sequence was of course amazing, though there was some noticeable CGI. And I think the concept alone of Deadpool literally digging up Logan's grave is a hilarious way to start the movie.

Unfortunately Deadpool feels lamer and more like an asshole in this one. Especially after his character development in the last film I just can't see him desperately wanting to join the Avengers of all teams. Nando v Movies mentioned this but what the hell even is the Avengers now? And why is Happy in charge of who gets let in? And why wouldn't they let Wade in? Yeah he's gross and crass but he has special forces training and is nigh-unkillable. Y'all let Hawkeye in but not Deadpool?

The setup is interesting though I can't fully get behind the idea of anchor beings-- and the further idea that their death leads to "associated" universes collapsing as well as theirs? I don't know, it comes off as "yeah we have all these other characters you care about but Wolverine is the important one so they'd die without him", which is kind of an insult to those characters and that universe.

I admit, I was never big on Wolverine as a character, I always thought he was cool as hell but the only movie of his I've seen was Logan, which was awesome. So I admit that it may just be a case of the movie wasn't meant for me, but still I am a Deadpool fan so of course I'm gonna see this anyways. Super glad we got a good suit for him but I wish we didn't have to wait until the very end for him to put the cowl on.

The Johnny Storm/Captain America tease and bit was really funny I will say. Personally I was too stoned to get the joke at first, I honest to god thought he was just Chris Evans, but now that I've sobered up the misdirect is really funny.

Deadpool is directly responsible for getting Johnny Storm killed. I know Deadpool is a murderer and maybe I shouldn't give a shit about this, but it just feels like an unlikable thing for him to do. Like... that's a guy. That's a hero. It's not like he was being an ass to Wade or anything, he was an ally to the two and got killed for no good reason.

There was barely any screentime for the side characters that were some of the best parts of the first films. After Deadpool 2 I was really excited to see the X-Force working together in the next movie. The dynamic between Wade, Cable, and Domino are really fun and I think this Wolverine would've fit right in. It feels like a missed opportunity to not have the X-Force be the team to help fight Cassandra.

Speaking of, how about those cameos? I never watched Elektra or Blade so these kind of meant nothing for me. I watched this with my dad and he got pretty excited. Laura doesn't really do anything that memorable other than talk to Logan, and of course Channing Tatum's Gambit is the best character in all of cinema. Completely and utterly obsessed with him and I need a trilogy about him immediately.

I didn't love Wolverine's whole "letting his universe down" thing. It gets hyped up so much then when we learn what happened it was a bit underwhelming. I just can't see a universe where the X-Men are taken down by a mob of humans.

I laughed my ass off lots of times. "The Proposal. :)", "Suck it Fox, I'm going to Disneyland", "There's only ever gonna be one Blade", "He has risen, babygirl!", and pretty much everything out of Nicepool.

In general it kinda feels like it's regressing what was so good about Deadpool 1 and 2. It also feels like it's more for fans of the Fox Marvel movies than Deadpool fans. I hope that since this movie is "Deadpool and Wolverine" that means we can get a more proper Deadpool 3 in the future that brings back those who I missed dearly.

[mypulisicz]

sparks fly - christian pulisic

you're the kind of reckless that should send me running

summary - after not ever being in love y/n finds herself tangled up in a situation with a certain american footballer.

pairing - christian pulisic x fem!reader

song inso - sparks fly (taylor swift)

warnings! - language, mention of being drunk and alcohol

word count - 1.6k

note - this is my first fic back from my hiatus and my first pic on this new account and i am more than excited to share this with you. missed u guys xx

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he sat there. still.

"jamie, i'm so sorry... i just... i don't know.."

"don't what?! don't love me? y/n, a whole fucking year together and you tell me you don't feel anything?! what do you expect me to say to that? this is fucking bullshit!"

you sat there. still.

you knew that jamie always loved you more than anything, ad in your defense you thought you loved him too, but as time went on and the more time you spent with him the more you realized you never truly loved him, at least not the way you thought he deserved to be loved.

"whatever, y/n. i'm fucking leaving"

gone. another relationship gone.

you couldn't process your thoughts.

you knew what you did was wrong, but you still couldn't believe what happened.

why couldn't you love people? why did every relationship you've had feel meaningless? why do you still try to date people?

the second you got in your car to leave the restaurant you started crying. you felt bad for jamie but you also felt bad for yourself.

you always tried so hard to love, to feel something that could only be described as irrevocable admiration and not just being infatuated with someone for a short period of time.

𖤐

a few weeks went by and you were doing better.

as cliche as it sounds, you had been working on yourself and just getting back to be afloat mentally.

in fact, you had gotten an invitation to a party your friend mason was throwing.

you didn't know if you were going to go or not. mason is a football player and his social crowd is much different from yours.

after thinking about it, you thought you would go. it would be nice to get out for a weekend and just let loose a little.

𖤐

the night of the party finally came and you were feeling good. you felt confident. you felt pretty. and you felt ready to just have a good time.

you pulled up to mason's house and the house was booming with music and lit up by bright LED lights from every angle inside and outside the house.

one thing about mason is that he takes throwing a party to heart as if its his job.

if it were his job he would be getting a promotion every party because holy shit.

usually you would get just a little overwhelmed and anxious about the scene, but tonight it made you excited and it filled you with adrenaline. you made your way to the door. you first wanted to find mason and just thank him for the invite and let him know you were here.

you walked into the house and was immediately met with a giant crowd of people, and soon realized that your mission of finding mason was going to be a lot harder than you thought.

after looking for a good 10, 15 minutes you decided to give up for a little and grab some food.

there were surprisingly not that many people near the food table, so you took advantage of that to grab as much food as possible.just as you were about to leave to table, a guy who looked oddly familiar walked up.

"hungry? me too."

as lame as the comment was, you giggled a little.

"just a little"

you two exchanged awkward smiles, and you thought it would end there, but the man broke the silence with an even lamer statement.

"so, what's your favorite fruit?"

maybe it wasn't lame, but it was certainly... interesting?

"hmmm maybe an apple. they are never not good, y'know?

"yeah i totally agree..... i'm christian by the way"

"i'm y/n"

"nice to meet you, y/n"

"nice to meet you, christian"

𖤐

you spent the next hour talking to strangers and dancing. you were enjoying yourself way more than you thought you would. you did in fact find mason and you two talked for a good 20 minutes.

while you were talking to people the same guy, christian, came up to talk.

"hey stranger"

it was an ironic statement because you were, in fact, strangers.

"christian! how've you been?" one of the guys said.

from then on you just watched the conversation. it was interesting getting to know more about christian, and everyone in that group.

some more time went by and mason found his way over to you and the people you were talking to.

"oi chris, i see you met y/n"

"what's up. and yeah. she's great."

"is christian here being a dick to you or trying to start something?"

christian rolled his eyes as you sat there and let out a small chuckle.

𖤐

the party went on for a few more hours, and you were more than tired. you were very drunk and ready to just go home and get in bed.

you said goodbye to mason and the people you had met throughout the night, including christian, but right as you were about to leave you realized you couldn't drive. you were very much not sober.

"hey mase, i hate to ask you this but could you maybe drive me home, i've had way too much to drink and can't drive. not like this"

"yeah of course!"

as mass grabbed his keys christian walked up to the door to grab his jacket and disown keys.

"i thought you left?"

"yeah, well, i'm way too drunk to drive home so mason is giving me a ride."

"well i'm leaving now if you want me to just drive you home. if that's fine with you of course"

"um, yeah, sure, that's actually great, thanks!"

you got in christians car and were immediately meet with a surprising absence of awkwardness, as if you were already friends with christian.

"so where to ya live? in a non creepy way. i realize how weird that sounds to ask"

you let out a chuckle and told him where you lived and he started driving.

you two talked the entire way to your house. you had assumed he was one of masons teammates, but christian said he did in fact play for chelsea with mason. you also found out that you two had a lot in common. you both liked the same music, rap and country, which he found odd that an english girl liked country, and that you both had a bit of an obsession with chipotle. christian was also surprised to find out that you were part american. well, your dad was american, so it wasn't really that important or interesting, but christian thought it was wild.

when you finally got to your house you felt a wave of disappointment. you really enjoyed talking to christian. it was like you two had been friends for years. at least, that's how it felt.

"this might be weird to ask, but do you wanna come in?"

"sure"

christian smiled and walked in through the door, making you blush.

you fixed the both of you some microwavable taquitos and sat on the couch. you were watching a show, but not really watching it. you and christian talked for what felt like hours.

by this point you had sobered up quite a bit and you could finally start remembering the night as more than just a blur.

then it hit you that you were in your living room, eating taquitos, watching love island, with christian pulisic, who is your friend masons teammate.... and it wasn't awkward or weird.

one thing lead to another and the next thing you know, you and christian were all over each other.

there were these exploding, bright, but heavy fireworks going off between you. it was something you never felt before.

the two of you broke the kiss at the same, both gasping for air while simultaneously giggling.

you kept on thinking

holy fuck he's a good kisser.

𖤐

the next few weeks went by and you had gone on multiple dates with christian, and spent multiple nights at his house, and visa-versa.

you two had started to develop something more than just hookups and more of a relationship.

christian had invited you over to his house, which wasn't abnormal, so you didn't feel the need to get super dressed up. you but on some jeans, a sweater, and then did your hair and makeup. you then headed over to his house. christian greeted you with a kiss and wrapped his arm around your waist.

"you look good"

"thanks you too"

the two of you walked to his living room, and before being able to do or say anything, christian spoke.

"y/n, what are we?"

"huh?"

"are we just a casual thing, or are we more, because its been driving e crazy. i don't want to overwhelm you with this question, but if you don't mind, i would like an answer"

you sat there and smiled. you had been waiting for this conversation. you had been thinking the same thing, and where you didn't have a problem with being casual if that's what christian wanted, you did want to be more than just hookups and dates. you had felt something with him you hadn't felt with anyone else, including jaime.

"oh christian... i have been wanting to talk about this for a long time too"

"so? what are we?"

he moved closer to you. you moved closer to him.

faces just centimeters apart, both of you being able to feel and hear each others breathing.

"i want to be together. for real. i want to be fully with you, christian"

christian placed his hand on your cheek and moved his eyes from your eyes to your lips.

"i have never agreed with anything more in my life"

christian then placed his lips on yours in a gentle, yet eager way.

it was like you could almost see see the sparks fly.

[sungbeam]

[𝐧𝐨 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐬.]

sim jaeyun x f!reader; slight choi beomgyu x f!reader

1.1k words, fluff, tension, jake's ur new bf and beom's ur bff since childhood, like one swear word; jake meets ur best friends from home (ft. txt)

a/n: just a scene i took from one of my old wips :') tbh idk if i'll ever continue it, so that's why i've decided to post this!

Sim Jaeyun was nervous. No, wait. Why was he nervous? He wasn't nervous. All of this—heart racing, fingers drumming against his pant leg, skin clammy, throat tightening… okay, so maybe he was a little nervous. But there was no harm in being nervous, right?

The metro came to a smooth stop, and your hand was suddenly tugging him out of his seat and out the doors onto the platform. 

"Hey, are you okay?" 

His head cleared for a split second and filled with those love hearts that invaded his headspace whenever you were around or you were mentioned. His head turned to you, your eyes already peering at him with a small frown on your face. He beamed at you, "'Course, babe. Why wouldn't I be?"

You raised your eyebrow. "Your hand's really sweaty, Jake."

You laughed as he released your hand for a second so he could wipe his against his pants. He pouted once he reconnected your fingers with his. "And you still held my hand? That's true love right there."

"I do love holding your hand," you said offhandedly, bringing his knuckles up to kiss them, "clammy or not."

Oh fuck, he was so far gone. So drunk on your love. He was melting on the metro station floor—and there you were, walking on as if you hadn't just shot him through the heart with an arrow for the billionth time, and him, trailing after you like the lovesick pup he was. 

"That's supposed to be my line," he managed to muster. Great one, Jake. Could he be any lamer? "But I guess you could borrow it." He stood on the step next to you as the escalator descended into the airport area. "But I do think I require payment," he added with a feigned thoughtful expression. 

You smiled at him, and he couldn't help but return it. If anyone around the two of you looked over, they would have seen a couple in their own world, gazes connected like their hands and their hearts, love never absent. It was so strange to think about why Jake was even nervous in the first place. 

Probably because of the reason why you were both at the airport now. That reason being meeting your friends. This didn't refer to the friends you had met while at university together, but the friends from your hometown who had flown over to see you for the spring break. Jake hadn't been nervous the few weeks between you telling him and today, but for some reason, as soon as he stepped foot on that metro, he started sweating buckets. And for what? He was a charming guy. He loved you, and you loved him. What was he so insecure and nervous about?

"You didn't have to come with me, y'know." You and him were walking toward the arrival terminal now, taking your time. Your friends' plane was probably still pulling into the gate. "I really appreciate it."

He gave your hand a light, reassuring squeeze. He saw the way your eyes shone. "Of course, love. I wanted to come with you to meet them. Anything to spend time with my girl."

"Jake," you whined, cheeks reddening, as you always did when he made you flustered. 

He giggled and cooed at you, leaning down to press a brief kiss to your mouth. "You're so cute."

"Oh god, my eyes!" 

Both yours and Jake's heads perked up at the voice—you because you recognized the voice, and Jake's because he was going to have words with anyone who had a problem with him giving you affection. But it was nothing to that level of seriousness (chill, Jake, chill) as you watched your friends make their way over toward the pair of you, suitcases rolling behind them. 

That had been Huening Kai's outburst, a giddy grin spread over his face. He was the youngest of the five, was what you had told Jake. Then there was Yeonjun as the eldest, Soobin as the maturest, Taehyun as the braincell-est (?), and—

"LN YN!"

"CHOI BEOMGYU!" A squeal erupted from your lungs, and you let go of Jake's hand only to go speeding toward your best friend, Beomgyu. He watched as you practically leapt into the boy's arms, and continued to watch as said boy twirled you around with the largest smile in the world. (But Jake had a bigger smile obviously… right?) 

"Hey, nice to meet you," Yeonjun was the first to greet Jake, extending a hand out to him. "Yn-ie's told us all about you."

Jake smiled, that fluttering feeling erupting in his stomach hearing that you talked about him to other people. "Good things I hope. She's told me about all of you as well."

"Definitely not all good things, I bet," Soobin chimed in with a chuckle. 

"Your hair, Beom!" At your exclamation, everyone's heads turned to where you were now marveling at the highlights in Beomgyu's wolf cut mullet. Jake poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue and tucked his hands into his pockets, watching as your best friend positively blossomed under your attention and Jake wilted with his lack thereof. 

His expression schooled into one of neutrality as Taehyun sighed. "They're always like this, don't worry. Guess time and distance couldn't erase seventeen years of friendship."

"Seventeen years, huh?" He murmured under his breath. He had maybe seven or so months under his belt—

You and Beomgyu finally made your way toward the rest of the group, and when Beomgyu stood face to face with Jake, Jake stood just a little straighter. Why was this man just the slightest bit taller than him? 

For a second, it was quiet. Everyone, including you, held your breaths in waiting. 

Then the tension diminished, and Beomgyu was clasping Jake's hand. "I'm Beomgyu; nice to meet you, Jake."

"Nice to finally meet you, too." But Jake's heart was a stuttering mess, even if he could breathe just the slightest bit easier. Before Beomgyu could do anything else, Jake swept his arm over your shoulders and tucked you into his side. "Yn and I were gonna take you all out for lunch."

You nodded, carefully wrapping your arm around Jake's waist and making him feel just the slightest bit better about the possessive move he made. He saw the way Beomgyu's eyes stared at the way he had done that. "Mhm! There's this really great ramen place on the Ave that I think you guys'll love."

Beomgyu was the first to reply. "Sounds good. I trust your judgement, Yn-ie."

Your eyes swerved between your best friend and your boyfriend—and prayed the electricity would disappear. But as the group of you headed back toward the metro entrance, you had a very bad feeling it was here to stay. 

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[weirdthoughtsandideas]

Something I’ve been thinking about is how a lot of DCLA characters, if they’d be set in like, a public high school, I believe a lot more of them would have been seen as ”nerdy” and ”weird”.

Especially the violetta characters. Theatre kids have always gotten the stamp from non-theatre kids that they’re weird and odd. So, they mostly keep to themselves and have their own little bubble of people they hang out with, and they barely know any other people outside of each other.

But by putting them in a performing arts school… suddenly you got ALL THE ”WEIRDOS” IN ONE PLACE. No wonder there’s so much drama! Everyone’s ”nerdy” and ”odd”, but that’s the NORM here.

It’s weird to think, but Ludmila may have been considered way more nerdy if she went to a public high school. She’d be vocal in the theatre department if she school would have one, but outside of it? People would call her nerdy for her astronomy interest and overdramatic for her whole personality. She would not have been able to ”shine” the way she does on stage and around other theatre kids.

The SL characters does go to a ”normal” school. But they still keep inside their own little bubble. I mean… the avarage person doesn’t even THINK about roller skates as much as they do. But for them, it’s the most important thing in the world! Plus, a lot of them are still theatre kids, too!

Ámbar would never admit it, but she definitely would get a ”geek” stamp, especially due to her interests in roller skating and singing. Also because of her high grades, which in fiction steretypically mean you’re a big nerd. But, to be fair, Blake is a prestigeous private school where they aspire for students to get high marks. But, why is Nina a nerd for being good in school but Ámbar is popular when doing the same thing? But IS Ámbar even popular or does she and her friends just have that idea? Because they don’t seem to be friends to anyone else than with each other (actually, that’s the thing with a lot of ”popular” school characters. They only hang out with like 3 people max, and the rest of the students seem unbothered by them. So is the popularity just in their heads?)

Ámbar is the best skater - she’s popular in skating. Outside of roller skating circles, absolutely not a single person would care. I mean, we kinda see this in the show. If any character even mentions roller skates to a non-roller skater, they seem to be really uninterested. Sometimes it can kinda be a bit cute to see how Ámbar has this facade of being popular and cool, and then she’s like ”we’re training for a roller skate competition!! :D I’m gonna sing at open music!! :D”. She’s AS MUCH of a nerd as the girl she thinks is lamer than her for having the same interests.

Luna and Violetta are both at the core pretty ”nerdy girls”, but in different ways. And yet they are popular… amongst their friends that share the same nerdy interests as them. Same with Bia. She’s an artist, she’s the local art kid, but she’s also popular! In her circle of people that are interested in creating art (not necessarily drawing like her, but still).

Anyway. Idk where I wanted to go with this but maybe this is why the DCLA shows speak so much to us ”nerds”, who were never really popular in school, had some more niche and ”nerdy” interests and were considered weird by peers, plus more often than not kept to our own little group of friends, or to ourselves, and barely knew what was going on with anyone else of our peers.

I mean, the DCLA shows were very popular and the ”cool kids” watched them too. But the cool kids never latched onto them the way we did, I feel like. They sorta watched it and then moved on. We watched it and stayed forever.

(Ok, I might be generalizing now ofc, but still)

[hischierdevils]

Valentine’s Day list #9 and #12 Trevor Zegras enemies to lovers??

9. “Why? Because I’m in love with you, that’s why!”

12. “Your lips are really warm.”

“What are you doing here?” Trevor asks as you walk into his and Jamie’s house carrying a bag of groceries.

You roll your eyes at him. The two of you don’t see eye to eye on anything and tolerate each other’s presence at best because you share a friend. “Where’s Jamie?”

“He left a couple minutes ago. Probably because he knew you were coming.” Trevor says. “Wish he warned me.”

“He’s the one who asked me over for an anti-Valentine’s day dinner.” You say as you cross your arms over your chest defensively.

“Anti Valentine’s Day dinner?” He laughs. “Can you get any lamer?”

“You’re calling me lame when all you’re doing on Valentine’s Day is judging me?” You ask.

“Jamie and I were going to make burrito bowls.” He responds as he walks toward the fridge. “But we don’t have anything for them.”

“That’s what he asked me to get.” You follow him with the bag of groceries. “That’s what him and I were going to make.”

“So he made the same plans with both of us and then left?” Trevor questions as he grabs a water out of the fridge. “Why would he do that?”

“I don’t know but if he’s not here I’m leaving.” You say as you start to back away from him.

Trevor turns to face you and you realize the two of you have put yourself in a tight space between the counter and the fridge. “Why do you always hang out with Jamie?”

“He’s my friend?” You furrow your brows as he steps toward you. “Why do you care?”

“Why?” He brings his hand up to your arm. “Because I’m in love with you, that’s why.”

You stare at him, dumbfounded. “What? B-but you…” Of course you’re attracted to him, how could you not be? But he’s always such an asshole to you you didn’t think he was interested.

“I hated seeing you with Jamie all the time. I thought you two were together.” He admits as he rests his forehead against yours.

“We’re not.” You breathe out.

“So can I…?”

Instead of responding, you tilt your face up to his and kiss him hesitantly.

“Your lips are really warm.” He smiles as you break apart.

[tame-a-messenger]

You know in the truth or dab with Anthony, Chanse got a question that said “who would beat you in a roast battle” and with no hesitation he said Angela, and she buries him, and we all know Chanse is INSANE at Roasts, he knows exactly what to say, but for Angela To BURY HIM, she must be even better.

So I’m pissed, because Angela’s usually the one to read fan submissions for roasts and they’re usually always awful 😭

I know Angela roasts a lot of the people on Smosh, but it’s never to the level that means she destroys Chanse is roast battle, her roasts on the channel are usually just saying their catchphrases, which is equally as funny but no where near a roast.

Because she’s said she’s scared of people not liking her (or smth on the line of that) that she’s too worried if she says something a little too harsh????

But I would love for her to actually use the roasting that Chanse said she could do, it would be absolutely hilarious 😭

(link for moment 8:25)

I remember being really surprised he even picked her, then he said she "BURIES" him????! I thought maybe she's the 'closest' to matching him, but BURIES HIM?!

"Angela’s usually the one to read fan submissions"

I HATE THAT SHE DOES THEM TOO!! they're always so mid! I know she could go in. That's probably why they get her to read those, they don't want people to go home crying

"Because she’s said she’s scared of people not liking her (or smth on the line of that) that she’s too worried if she says something a little too harsh????"

I think so yeah, I've been told I can zone in on the worst possible thing to say to people, heat seeking missile to their biggest insecurity kind of stuff (I attribute this to my neurodivergence), so I'd imagine that's what she can do too. Which would make sense why she goes for the 'lamer' insults to make fun of people, wouldn't want to actually hurt people y'know?

Makes even more sense with her always asking if something was "too harsh". That's something that I ask as well (it's so hard to tell if I was being actually mean!) if she's also like me I TOTALLY understand why she probably prefers to read the commenters roasts instead! it does not feel good to hurt peoples feelings. Especially when it was meant as a joke but it's something they are really insecure about... (neurodivergence has hands I tell ya)(I think this had roots in being made fun of as a kid but not realizing it lol. people would be mean to me and I'd take it as a joke lmao)(what I think is an easy playful insult ends up being really mean and it sucks. I don't like hurting peoples feelings that easily)

That all being said I'd LOVE to see her really go in. It would have to be in a clearly safe place to do it! I think it could be fun! (maybe if she won something she'd be more up to do it lol)

[aretaix]

Don't Go Where I Can't Follow

Chapter 1: A Reunion

A few years after graduating from the School of Sorcery, Lala receives a letter from an old friend requesting her aid in a dungeon-crawl. Set in an canon-divergent universe following Final Exam.

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Topics: Lala/Arle, Lala & Camus, Camus & Arle, unrequited love, canon divergence, canon typical violence

There will still be some references to the Puyo Puyo continuity.

Word count: 1.6k

It all started with a letter. A letter from beyond the village, at that. Lala had never stepped foot outside of the village all of her life -- nothing besides a few odd jobs on errands to nearby villages. So a letter from outside of town, addressed to her of all people, was quite unusual. Though now she was regretting even opening the thing in the first place. Sitting in a dingy, dark pub wasn't how she'd been planning on spending her afternoon off. But... It's not like she really had plans.

Her life had devolved into a monotonous routine: help her parents at the temple, help out at the school, do errands and run deliveries here and there, and on it went.

It really had become dull without Arle to entertain everyone with tales of her adventures. ...Lala didn't realize just how long she was going to be away.

"Is Lala here?" A familiar voice came from the entrance. It wasn't the voice of the blue armor clad girl she was thinking of, but the voice of a dashing young man with dark hair and blue eyes that matched his magical earpieces. "Thank you," he thanked the barkeep and approached Lala's table, waving at her. "Lala! It's good to see you." He approached her for a hug, which Lala awkwardly returned after scrambling to her feet.

"Camus!" Lala blushed, "Wh-what are you doing here?" Camus let go of her and pat her head, causing her cheeks to redden more. "I received a letter in the mail today, can you guess who it was from?" Lala hid her dumbfounded expression, she thought Arle had only asked for her! Her letter never mentioned Camus!

"Uhh, was it your grandma?"

"Hahah! An excellent guess, but no, no, it was from our friend Arle! She's coming back after all this time, and she wants me to help her on a nearby dungeon crawl!" Camus looked like he was about to burst with excitement. Sometimes, Lala felt like she was the older between the two. He really hadn't changed even after all this time, always bombastic and wearing that stupid, silly, dreamy smile on his face. He had been their senior at the School of Sorcery, but he never had any dreams of exploring beyond his village to expand his knowledge. Somehow, he seemed perfectly happy staying behind to assist with running the school, and at this rate, he was on track to become the next headmaster.

"Oh, what a coincidence!" Lala turned around to hide her reddening face and pulled her own letter from her satchel. "She sent me one too!"

"She mentioned you in my letter, that's why I was looking for you." Lala's head turned around quick as lightning.

"She what?! She never mentioned you in my letter..." Lala frantically skimmed it again. This was so embarrassing...!

“I think she wrote mine after yours, haha, it sounded like she was worried that you wouldn't come along without...some kind of incentive?" He shrugged.

"Not sure what I have to offer you, though." Lala grinned in an effort to disguise her gritted teeth.

"Great," she said sarcastically. "Damn it Arle! And damn it Camus! How can you both be so boneheaded in two different ways?!" she thought to herself.

"Well, it'll be fun to see her! Let's both do our best, Lala!" He struck a pose that could be called...heroic if it wasn't so lame. She sighed, dreamily as she could. Though she couldn't shake the feeling that he'd just become lamer and lamer as the years went by.

"Yeah, let's give it our all," Lala said halfheartedly.

"Hey, you two!" The two mages turned around to see a familiar face. Arle grabbed Camus' hand and pulled him into a one-armed hug, who returned it gladly, and then did the same for Lala, who returned it...awkwardly.

"It's so great to see you after so long!" Arle beamed at them. Her skin had tanned from being in the sun so long, and her hair had a certain glow to it that it lacked before. She looked the same and yet, something about her almost blinded Lala.

"So, how have things been? I've really wanted to write more, but you know how I am."

"Things have been peaceful around here," Camus said. "A bit too peaceful, if you ask me. I was delighted to receive your letter the other day."

"Good!" Arle clapped her hands in delight. "I saw this dungeon was just nearby, so I knew it'd be perfect to invite you two along. And it's the best way to catch up."

"Guu!" A mysterious voice chimed in, and Lala realized that a small, furry creature with long ears and a strange jewel set into its forehead was standing attentively at Arle's feet.

"You're still hanging out with that...thing?" Lala pointed hesitantly to the yellow-furred creature.

"Huh? You mean Carby? Of course it's still with me!" Arle scratched its forehead. "I go everywhere with it. I don't think I could imagine adventuring without the little guy anymore."

"It's excellent to have a companion with you on your travels, I say," Camus exclaimed and raised a tankard. "Arle, would you like a drink as well?"

"Camus! This isn't a time to be drinking," Lala scolded before Arle could respond.

"What? It's a special occasion to see an old friend. Besides, we're old enough now." Camus nudged one of the containers against Lala's shoulder, but her nose wrinkled at the bitter smell of the alcohol.

"Haha, well, I suppose it wouldn't be any good for a temple girl to be caught drinking in the middle of the day." Lala rolled her eyes while Camus and Arle both laughed, her ears turning red from the conversation topic.

"Hahaha! Man this really brings me back, but I'll have to turn you down on the drink offer, I'm kind of getting sick of the stuff really..." Arle refrained from saying more when she felt the daggers from Lala’s glare.

"A-Anyway, let's get down to what I really wanted to ask you guys about!" From her worn bag, she pulled out a map covered in familiar and unfamiliar runes. Evidently, a ruin was unearthed near their home village and word was traveling fast! Adventurers were already flocking to it by the dozens, and Arle wanted to be among the first to get there before everything cool about it was snatched up by treasure hunters and merchants. It was unusual for her to dungeon crawl with others, Arle had always been a solo player, but it seemed that she wanted some extra muscle and support to back her up in case things got hairy.

"So? What do you guys think?" Lala and Camus looked at each other, then nodded back at Arle.

"Of course we'll help you," Lala reassured her.

"Yes, yes, anything for a friend of ours," Camus chimed in.

"Thanks, I knew I could count on you guys!" The three cheered and joined hands, and Carbuncle jumped onto the table and put his paw in with the rest.

******

The sun sunk below the treeline, tinting the sky a rich red. Together the party of three adventurers left the pub and walked to their respective homes. Arle was eager to see her mother again, so she dashed on without the other two. With Carbuncle in tow, the other two mages watched her bound off with the energy of a 6 year old girl. She found herself almost wanting to chase after her, but stopped when she realized she was with Camus. Her. Alone with Camus. She just registered the situation she was in. With her hands gripping her skirt, she looked up at him and smiled, grateful that the low light was hiding her flushed expression.

"Shall we head home?"

"Yes, let's." They walked side by side, occasionally interrupted by other villagers making their way home and by children playing in the low light, trying to make the most of the sun before it went to bed. Lala's breathing gradually steadied and she stole another glance at his face. He'd grown into such a fine young man, and her parents had always asked her if her childhood crush would ever bloom into a true romance, but...she'd never managed to work up the courage. The question could just never come up naturally, and there was always an apprehensive feeling that followed her when she thought of her love for Camus...

"She's certainly grown, hasn't she?" Camus broke the silence.

“Huh?"

"Arle," he clarified. "She's the same at her core, of course but it seems her time away from home has truly honed her into a fine sorceress."

"I suppose so... She could still stand to learn some manners," Lala harrumphed and turned her nose up, only for Camus to laugh.

"Ah, but then she wouldn't be Arle, would she?" "...You're right," Lala murmured dejectedly. The tomboy who just won the spirits' favor by sheer luck was really Arle, through and through, always going wherever the wind took her -- but something about her now really blinded Lala...metaphorically.

Somehow, the way she had grown in the few years she was away from the village made Lala want to see more of her. Unlike Camus, who had stayed in the village his whole life and was right there for Lala to have a life with, there was an urgency for her to be with Arle's side. Where had this come from?

“Ah, here I am. I'll see you tomorrow, bright and early!" Her train of thought was interrupted by Camus taking his leave and walking down the path to his home. She waved wordlessly to him with a small smile stuck on her rosy cheeks, but unlike earlier, she felt no desire to chase him down the path.

[moltenwrites]

CUT IDEAS TAG GAME

Alrighty so this is new. I came up with this tag game ( at least to my knowledge, I don’t remember being tagged and didn’t find anything when I checked ) If I didn’t originate it, let me know and I’ll credit properly!

For this game, just list a couple of scrapped ideas from your writings, and why you scrapped them. It can be as small as a character, or a whole plot.

Here we go! ( begins under cut )

HOW OUR WORLD ENDED’S ORIGINAL BACK HALF

Being my first main story, a LOT got cut. The back half of this story was originally VERY different, and focused on Res and Lyra going into exile. I cut this idea for so so many reasons, but mainly because there was no logical way to get to that point. The only way they could get exiled is by Dimitri, and he would just kill their asses-

PAINTINGS GOD INVOLVEMENT

Paintings was always gonna be a love story, but it was initially goofing to involve two Gods and be set in the Souls Collide universe, rather than being set in reality. I cut this because A. It was mostly unnecessary and B. It would double to triple the length of the story, and I want this one to stay a bit shorter!

City of Soulless

This is one of the MANY ideas I’ve cut as a part of souls collide part 3. I don’t know how I want this story to end, and I’ve thrown a lot at the wall to see how to get there. A idea I had that I find very cool, but likely will never find a way to fit in is the city of soulless. As a quick recap, in the souls collide universe, soulless are people who held some sort of emotion so strongly that they defied death and came back as a agressive husk. The city would have been popular as a result of a biowarfare attack, wiping out every living inhabitant, but leaving the city intact. The more I write about this, the more I wanna write this eventually. So this one MIGHT come back!

& CULT

Another idea originally meant for the 3rd part of souls collide ( can you tell this finale has been eluding me? )

The & storyline would focus on a cult of people who found a large creature, similar in appearance to kraid from Metroid, and worshiped it. They would work on a system of duality. I cut it before I figured out EXACTLY how it woulda worked, but some aspects got reworked into Salazar, which works far better

And to close us off

SOUL POWERS

I could be lying here, no garuntee I won’t do some silliness to bring one of these in, BUT these are all of the soul powers I’ve cut or reworked.

Pink - Blood manipulation: Cut because it was so much less versatile and cool than the rest of the powers. Pink has been changed to invisibility, which was originally a scrapped idea for white souls

White - Life & Death. While this is the current power set, it originally worked far differently. Instead of working based off of contact, and being able to drain or heal at will, white souls could drain from a distance, and had to have stolen life energy to heal. I changed this because- well I don’t have a specific reason besides preferring the current iteration

Purple - Telekinesis ( kinda ): Purple originally had force-esc powers. I cut this mainly because it was WAYYY too strong, and made fight choreography way lamer. Though I still wanna do something with these powers at some point.

Annnd that’s all the yapping I’ll subject you to, I’m super excited to see your answers ( if you decided to do it! )

Tag list, let me know if you wanna be added or removed!

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[randomwriteronline]

"Still snowing?"

"Still snowing."

"Hm."

Ingo watched from where he laid on the floor, cheeks warm from a glass of liquor, as Melli stoked the fire a bit more.

"You know," he said suddenly, "On evenings like this Gaeric goes out and grabs a handful of snow, and puts it in the water."

"Well, I'm not Gaeric." Melli replied bitterly.

"Neither am I," Ingo just responded, missing the animosity completely in his tipsy state: "I haven't got the faintest idea as to why he would do such a thing. Making the water cold when it's already cold outside. I should ask him, but it keeps evading my mind."

"You should go to sleep."

"I'd like to talk to you, though."

"About what?"

"In general. I like talking. I like talking to you. We can talk about Gliscors if you want. I know you think they're nice. Did you know that they rip the fur off of where they're biting with their tongue and spit it out so it doesn't get in their mouth? I saw it on a Swinub. It was a lot of fur."

A hum that was more like a grunt came to his ear.

The younger warden tapped his foot impatiently while looking into the flames. He stood, walking barefoot up to his lover, and laid face down next to him with his mouth buried between his arms.

Ah, the foreigner thought lazily.

He's angry.

He waited in silence, without complaining, because the hut was warm and his mind pleasantly fuzzy, and he could smell the faintest flowery scent come from his beloved's tangled hair. Oh, he must have been seriously angry, if he wasn't even quietly asking to be preened.

Lilac blue eyes refused to meet his gaze and pointedly stared right ahead. Then he huffed, hid his face completely, pulled it back out in the open.

"I don't like this."

"This being?"

"This. You and me and him."

"Ah. The... Arrangement, that we have?"

He nodded.

With a whine, he shoved his eyes back down against his arms: "I can't stand hearing about him," he whimpered. "Even when it's only you and me and he's miles away he still manages to snivel into any conversation we have like a damn Ghastly slipping through the cracks of a wall. It makes me want to scream. I detest him. It feels like even when it's my turn I'm just the lamer option. Second best as usual. I can't get a damn victory for myself even when my opponent agreed on a tie by proxy."

A stout white arm reached beneath his stomach and pulled him as if to invite him a little closer. He didn't resist it, down in the dumps and filled with an uneasy anger as he was feeling; he allowed himself to be pulled onto Ingo's chest and rested his head between his lover's clavicles. Somewhat humid lips pressed gently kiss after kiss on his head, accompanied by a slow hand carefully smoothing the long hair falling all over his back, and allowed a sniffle to escape him.

"I like talking about you two, you know," Ingo murmured. "You're great and I adore you. I have to share that with someone. But the only people I can talk about you two with... It's always just you two again. And it seems like... It's really that neither of you enjoy that."

"So he told you first?"

"Hm, no, no. He's an open book, but he doesn't say those things plainly..."

He combed through a lilac blue knot and felt his darling curl up a little more on him, wrapping slender arms around his shoulders.

"You should meet up more often."

"I'd rather die," Melli immediately hissed.

"That might be a bit drastic."

"I don't want anything to do with him."

A scarred finger curled one of his locks around itself and gently pulled until it all fell off once more: "You're both lovely men," the older warden argued softly, "Lovely men to be around, lovely to get to know. You would see that, if you met more often. You wouldn't even have to talk if you don't want to."

"And what do you think we should do, then? Just stand around each other like laundry poles?"

"Yes!"

"You're drunk."

"Not at all. It's called... I don't know how it's called. Socializing, I think. It's when you - hold on, it's when you take... Two, uh... Hm..."

"Take your time."

"Yes, with time -"

"No, I meant you take your time."

"Ah! No, no, I've got it. It's... Not a Glameow, but close."

"Purugly."

"Not a Purugly either."

"Stunky."

"No, not - Umbreon? I think it might be Umbreons. Are Umbreons canine or feline? Anyways. Socializing. It's when you get, you get two Umbreons, and you teach them to get along. And you put them somewhere together and don't do anything."

"And how would that help?"

"Because they get used to each other. If they try to attack each other you stop them of course, but the trick is to leave them be, so they each go around minding their business around the house, or around wherever it is you put them to be, and that's how they get used to each other and learn to get along."

Melli huffed, thoroughly unconvinced: "He'd start growling at me after five minutes. No way a guy like him could get socialized."

"Yes, I figure you'd know. Your clan didn't do that well with you either."

Ingo allowed himself a couple somewhat raucous laughs when a slender hand hit his cheeks with little force and his darling shoved his angry face deeper into his sternum, obviously wanting to sulk alone in a corner all piqued as he was, yet at the same time unwilling to leave the comfortable warm human mattress in favor of sitting on the cold pavement all by himself.

He interrupted his chuckling to sink his nose into the smooth silky hair, giving a gentle sigh. His arms tightened a little more around the lean body in his hold as he hummed, his tone a mixture of feelings being stirred slowly in a pan.

"I love you so very terribly," he murmured.

"Well, I don't see that," the younger man replied maybe a tad too harsh.

His annoyance melted when a hand cupped his nape with all the fondness in the world, and he regretted lashing out.

The foreigner leaned his jaw against the other's head: "I love you so, so much and I don't want you to be miserable because of me," he continued ever so softly: "You've already done so much - both of you, you've done so much to adapt for me and it still feels bad and it breaks my heart. I was so happy when you said you'd- when you told me you talked and figured it out. It surprised me a lot. I was really, really happy. It means a lot that you did, it really does. But if you aren't happy with this, I can't be happy if you two aren't, I can't... I don't want you to be miserable because of - because I can't choose."

Him not managing to choose was the only reason Melli even got the chance to be like this, warmed up on a cold night held by and holding the man he had fallen for despite his stupid superiority charade, or at least that was how he saw it; so he tightened his embrace a little and thought twice before complaining about that.

For a short while the hut was only filled by the soft crackling of fire and silent kisses on lilac hair.

"I can stop talking about him if you want me to," Ingo spoke up again very softly. "I can catch myself doing that and stop it."

"... You'd do that?"

Maybe it wasn't the right thing to say in such a hopeful tone at that moment.

"Sure," the other still replied earnestly.

Melli deflated with a sigh: "Thank you."

The chest he was laying on reverberated with a low sleepy hum, buzzing against his cheek without a real melody but soothing him all the same.

With his eyes closed he felt his beloved first gently tug at his long locks as he wrapped tham around his fingers, then play the back of his ribs like a drum with gentle pats, evidently unable to keep his hands idle now that conversation topics were languishing.

The younger warden's mind wandered for a short while instead; it rotated the words within his skull with a mixture of guilt and some kind of pouting emotion he didn't manage to put a name to it, something that whined and lamented a lot on several things like a spoiled Eevee. He shoved it away with his foot half-heartedly, only for it to start whimpering louder into his ear and stomping its paws on his face with an insistence that grated his nerves into fine dust in no time at all.

Sinnoh bless him! Was this how it felt to be nagged so much by something so bothersome? It almost convinced him to give up on his haughty mask out of pity for humanity as a whole.

It shrieked and threw another tantrum, and he swatted at it so angrily that it was launched right out the window.

"The other side of the mountain would be closer to him," he finally settled on mumbling, still half hoping he wouldn't be heard out of scornful pride.

"Him who?"

"Him. For meeting."

His human mattress had a jolt, white eyes opening wide in a flash to look at him in utter surprise: "You'd do that?" he asked with a voice that despite the alcohol's dizziness was terribly excited.

"Only to try," Melli replied as fast as he could. "And if nothing changes after three times I'll give up on it completely."

Fine by Ingo, if the way his frowning face lit up was any indication.

His darling managed to reply to his brilliant gaze for a handful of quiet minutes; then, overwhelmed by the blinding enthusiastic joy it was emitting, he pushed slender pale hands over the cheeks and eyes and nose and lips to cover up the entirety of that so loved visage, complaining with a groaning hiss of it being 'too bright!'.

He was squeezed just tightly enough in stouter arms with a guttural, overjoyed laugh.

[lellokitty]

omg katie. i just finished awakening. oghren. i have so many thoughts on him and also i don't ??? he wasn't my go-to party member in origins and i did the deep roads quest last LOL so i didn't really have a lot of time with him !! he DID rub me the wrong way IMMEDIATELY tho bc as soon as i met him, he was all "you're an elf AND a woman ??? 😒" EXCUSR ME ????????? but i did honestly feel bad for him with the branka quest 🥺 and i had a bunch of gifts for him by the time he was in my party so our friendship level was pretty good ! and i left him at the gates when i fought the archdemon and it was kind of sweet to hear him be like "i gotchu warden 😤✌🏼" 🥹🥹🥹

i was excited to see him in awakening !!! bc i started it and DID NOT have my lover alistair, didn't have anyone i knew, didn't even have my DOG, was all alone 😩 and so i was hyped to see him right away and was all for making him a grey warden !!! but then i kept having negative interactions with him ??? bc he kept COMPLAINING !!!! he would get all "omg i can't believe we're in the fade wtf 😡😡😡" brother this is just another tuesday for me !!!!! get over it !!! and then when his baby mama showed up and he just dismissed them i was so WHAT ?????? that was crazy and made my opinion of go all the way down qifbdiqkqkq

anyway sorry for going off in your inbox akfndjaka what's so funny is the minute i mentioned to my friend that i was playing awakening, the first thing she asked me was what i thought of oghren LMAOOO idk katie what was your experience !!!! 🩷✨️

i don’t much care for oghren actually!! i dislike a lot abt his character (his misogyny and prejudice like hello??) plus his main trait seems to be he’s a drunk?? which nothing against that, but just interesting to hinge everything on! i literally never took him with me after completing the deep roads quest (which i also do last). our friendship is also fairly high because i have a lot of gifts built up when i get him. so i didn’t have to interact with him much, but when i did i always felt like ‘why did he say that..?’

when i first played awakening i felt the same way! like you don’t get your LI, you don’t get your DOG!!! (i was so upset about losing out on my dog. like hello i saved you from the blight!!) and all of my original companions are gone, so at least one familiar face was nice. however i got irritated with his whole deadbeat dad thing. like he got sober (iirc) and then abandons them?? and he gets all snippy with the warden like wtf!!! and choosing to become a warden when he knows he has a kid on the way…? truly a deadbeat.

i wish they would’ve just given us a new character companion but shown oghren becoming a warden. like every other awakenings companion was so much cooler than him. he wasn’t even the coolest dwarf companion, sigrun takes that. i also feel like his awakenings plot is ‘lamer’ than his origins plot, while the other characters have more interesting backstories and reasons that drive them.

i hope you’re enjoying da2 so far!! i think da2 is my favorite out of all 3. i have no clue what it is about da2, but i just love it so much! i love the characters, i love the story, and i love the relationships. my next da2 playthrough i’m going to try to do a mage hawke fenris romance. last time i played i somehow had a good relationship with fenris (and i did mage hawke) so im hoping ill be able to do the same.

i started playing dao again! i’m doing a rogue female cousland run so my character can marry alistair and become queen! i was going to play mage again, but didn’t want another mistress ending. so far i’m enjoying playing as a rogue (although i can be COMICALLY bad 😭). i just finished the fade quest to get the mages and that quest is so much worse than i remember. maybe it seems worse because im not a mage character this time, but omg!! it felt longer + the kitchen nightmares sound effect kept breaking me out of concentration. i also ran around as a mouse MUCH more than i should’ve like it was actually a lot of fun to be a mouse.

i hope everything is going well for you otherwise!! i’ve missed sunday streams, but ive also been busy the past couple sundays so i am glad i haven’t missed anything!

[thribby]

Endless Ocean Luminous

I wrote this as a review on backloggd.com, and I figured I may as well post it here too.

It would take a lot of work to convince me that this game was not a hit piece to prove that smaller and older franchises are not viable.

I wrote some shit down below that I'm sure has been said elsewhere and better, but I already wrote it so I'm not deleting it. I'm gonna talk about something else that I'm speculating on.

Did they want this game to be good? Let's think about this. The Endless Ocean franchise hasn't had a game since 2009, then all of a sudden (13 years later) we hear there's gonna be a new game in a few months. That's exciting and surprising for fans of the series, like me. Can't wait (although, background alarm bells were already ringing for me [I never trusted the "roguelite map," Thanatos' model looks so bad, and I think the look of the characters is so much lamer than what we had in the last games, and all of that was shown in the first trailer]).

So next the game comes out, and it's got less features and mechanics than the previous games. How come? Were we running low on development time? I hope not, it'd already been over a decade since the last game, you may as well take your time with this one. Was it a problem with the budget? I REALLY hope not, as if that's true you are charging $50 for a game you didn't quite finish (also, Endless Ocean Blue World cost $30 back when it released in the US in 2010).

Alright, so I've given them the benefit of the doubt that the game did not run out of time or money to make sure Endless Ocean 3 had all of the bells and whistles from the first two games. Which leads me to the conclusion that they had simply never planned on making Endless Ocean Luminous as complex of a game as Endless Ocean 1 or 2. They had always planned on making less and selling it at a higher price.

Ok, why would they do that? Corporate greed following the general trend of seeking higher profits for less effort? Yeah, sure. But I also think that they wanted this game to do badly. Or at the very least, they don't particularly mind if it does.

So there's a simple way to group the people who play Endless Ocean Luminous into 2 categories: people who have played previous Endless Ocean games and people who are new to Endless Ocean games. I'm gonna go out on a limb and assume that people who have played previous Endless Ocean games are gonna be disappointed with this one more often than not. The Endless Ocean games are cult classics and here comes this new entry that doesn't even do as much. The aforementioned "cult" of these "cult classics" will not like that. Which means that the group of people who were most likely to buy this game is now a lot smaller.

As for the new players, you just need to win them over with the fun and engaging gameplay loop! But, oh wait. There are three things to do in this game. And you must do them hundreds of times. But, who knows, maybe enough of the new players will like the game anyway.

Ok, so really, how can I believe any of this? I think this game was sort of a test. If it was popular, cool, that means "less effort with higher price tags" can work and the executives can take that idea and run with it. If it fails, the execs get to go "ahh, we should've known! these old video game franchises are so risky, it's probably best that we just stick a couple of proven franchises and non-franchise IP's." And instead of a big variety of games being produced, we see less and less of these smaller franchises, and more individual games that get shuttered after one game, because "we tried doing sequels and reboots of games once before and everybody said it sucked!" Like how Netflix cancels shows ASAP.

I really just struggle to imagine that this game was made in good faith as an Endless Ocean game when it clearly does not compare well to the other Endless Ocean games.

Here's that shit I wrote back before I decided to just write my little conspiracy theory instead:

The first Endless Ocean in 14 years and it's so much less than either of its prequels (except for the price!). No more hub world in between dives. No more walking on small islands or beaches, or even poking your head above the water, because all of that would require designing and programming an entirely different kind of gameplay, and that's a whole lot of work so why bother? No more specifically and intentionally put together maps, now it's just generated! <-that's where I got fed up with talking about the lack of content and made my pivot

tumblr exclusive thoughts:

Yeah sure, it's just a chill lofi game to relax and swim to now, and it is good that we're not treating sharks as inherently dangerous. but like, how good of a defense is that when 1: the only thing keeping the evil killer shark thanatos from attacking you is the magic sea's water which makes him a pacifist and 2: we're already in a suspension of disbelief with how marine life works in general on account of all of these freshwater and arctic aquatic lifeforms congregating in the fucking tropics of the pacific ocean (not to mention the extinct animals)

It is nice to see some of the models got better but then they also made thanatos look so bad like so so bad oh my god why is he so lumpy why are his eyes bulging out like that????

what were we thinking?? why did we do this to him?