#cartoon-ishly

[chemilico]

These guys are so fun, I want to put them all on a skating rink and watch as they fumble and trip dramatically in slow motion as opera music plays

[curiousdamage]

Random Character Asks 1, 5, 6 for Jake Slicker AND 11, 32, 33 for OC Annie Bray Slicker

JAKE:

1. Canon I outright reject: That he was as cartoon-ishly closed-minded and bigoted as the early seasons made all the townspeople out to be. Yes, he was bigoted, but there are episodes where you see him acting contrary to those beliefs. For example, there is a season 1 episode where cloud dancing was captured and beaten by the Army. They send for Jake to come patch him up so he can travel to the fort to stand trial for whatever crime they were accusing him of. Jake examines him, then tells the Captain that Cloud Dancing's injuries are too extensive for him to treat, and they need to call for Dr. Mike. He didn't refuse because Cloud Dancing is Cheyenne. He refused because he was too badly beaten. But then, when we see Cloud Dancing, all of his injuries are ones that Jake should have been able to treat. The only plausible reason for him telling them to get Dr. Mike would have been as a way to alert Dr. Mike and Sully to what was happening. Then, when Dr. Mike claimed to need Sully as a translator, Jake backed her up despite knowing Cloud Dancing spoke English. If he was as racist as other episodes make him out to be, then he would have just slapped some bandages on the worst cuts and sent him on to the fort, or at the very least, reveal that he spoke English.

5. Best personality trait: that he is willing to learn and grow. He learns to read. He comes to accept and help Dr. Mike. He voted for Cloud Dancing to have protected status in the town from the Army after admitting that his initial ‘no’ was about his own issues and nothing to do with Cloud Dancing or the situation.

6. Worst personality trait: that his first, knee jerk reaction is always self preserving, close minded, or bigoted.

ANNIE:

11. Faceclaim for the role : Nicole Kidman

32. Something guaranteed to make them smile/laugh: her Uncle Henry (OC Olive’s husband) could always make her laugh. No matter how dire or dark things were, he could cheer her up, even getting her to laugh at Abigail's funeral.

33. Something guaranteed to make them cry: her mother had a way of always knowing exactly what to say or do to get to her.

[suniside-crossing]

@radiodemon77 [ to Vox] No words and Alastor very childishly firmly pushes him just to annoy him with a cartoon- ishly huge grin upon their face.

He stumbles a few steps, then turns around and returns the shove with an equally firm one of his own. "Are you looking to get your ass kicked again? So soon?"

[namtanlovesfilm]

axelle judges bl shows > Light On Me

shitty summary: Taekyung decides to end years of loneliness by joining his high school’s student council. There he meets Da On, the most popular guy in school who’s too nice for his own good, and Shin Woo who seems to avoid him like the plague.

where to watch: wetv | viki | dramacool

grade: 8,5/10

pros:

- the characters were amazing. they were all so nuanced & well written and they were without a doubt my favorite thing about this show. I love them very much & it had been a while since I had felt that attached to characters tbh.

- the length was actually really good, even for me who tends to prefer shorter shows. here since the characters development & exploration is my favorite part, I loved seeing more of them and I thought the longer format was actually better for this particular show.

- the acting was really good, there wasn’t really any bad performance & it complimented the writing very well :)

- the chemistry was great with everyone, which again made it hard in terms of the love triangle lmao

- the pace was really good, I never felt bored at all & every episode kept me very invested in the story.

- in case it wasn’t clear, the writing was really fucking good. every character is flawed & feels very realistic, the choices they make actually make sense & overall every single aspect of the story was written really well. frankly kudos to the writers!

cons:

- even though the love triangle was very well done & I enjoyed (some of) it for once... yeah no that shit was still frustrating as fuck lmao. like, it was so well done I just couldn’t help but not be fully satisfied by the ending bc I felt bad for the one left out :’) this show truly was peak frustration for me & @fck-inspector-m heard all about it every week this show aired lol

- the demonization of women... like, I thought we were over this? so hee was so cartoon-ishly annoying it really felt on the nose for me, especially when all of the other characters were written so well & had a lot of complexity. they tried to give her a sort of redemption storyline towards the end but nope, it fell flat for me. I just wish female characters could stop being the punching bag in bl for once.

would I rewatch it: yes! I actually think the show would be a thousand times less frustrating knowing for sure the endgame in advance lol

I can already tell this is gonna be one of my favorite bl shows of the year. It took a concept I’m notoriously not a fan of (love triangles) and STILL made me invested in the story in a way I would’ve never been otherwise. I’d absolutely recommend it!

[ejlovespie]

Crazed (Pt. 1)

Pt. 1 of this series.

Fandom: Supernatural 

Summary: A hunt gone wrong leaves you with a hex that drives you and Dean crazy with lust.  

Pairing: Dean x reader 

Word Count: 2016

Warnings: 18+ Please do not read this if you are underage. Language, smut, female & male masturbation with more to come...

You were starting to seriously regret going on this hunt. Sitting in the back seat of the impala, you and the Winchester boys were driving back to the bunker after what you had thought was a successful hunt. After three days you had found and ganked the witch who was causing men in the area to literally go crazy with lust. The witch had a vendetta on men and her favorite flavor was married cheaters. If you were being honest with yourself you understood her anger. A woman scorned and all. However, these guys didn’t deserve to die in the way they did...And now you were thinking you were screwed too. 

During the big showdown, the witch had gotten the drop on them. She knew they were coming for her so she was ready when they got there. She had immediately incapacitated Sam, who was lying on the floor in the corner. Then she had gone for Dean; putting him in a choke hold. You stepped in, stabbing the bitch in the back to get her off but unfortunately for you, she mumbled an incantation at you before the lights went out. At first, nothing happened so you had hoped you had gotten lucky. The witch messed up or she didn’t have enough juice left to give her words power. It took about an hour for you to feel anything. 

The three of you were headed back, dirty and disheveled from the fight, when a tingling heat started up in your belly. It was low and simmering, leaving you a little breathless but it wasn’t painful, just unexpected and odd. It was actually kind of pleasant but after a few minutes it started to ramp up. Little by little, the tingling was changing and turning into an ache. That combined with being in a small confined space with the two big hunters was starting to frazzle you. The smell in the car was suddenly too much. A mix of gunpowder, gasoline, leather, and the boy’s musky scents didn’t sound like a pleasant combination but you had always liked it. Except it was way too potent now. Filling your nose and making you a little light headed. On top of that, you were way too hot, despite the cold temperature outside. Rolling down the window, you practically stuck your face out like a dog to get some fresh air. You started fidgeting in your seat as the ache kept growing and you became aware of the new wetness in-between your thighs. Why wasn’t the cold air helping? 

Dean had noticed all your fidgeting and weird panting. Starting to worry that you were hurt or feeling ill, he turned his head to look at you and said, 

“You okay back there sweetheart?”   

Dean’s deep, gravelly voice was too much and it caused a reaction in you that you hadn’t expected. His voice made the tingly, aching heat in your belly change into tiny bolts of lust. Gasping, you struggled to breathe without panting and responded as calmly as possible, 

“I’m fine. It’s just hot in here.” 

Sam had been reading something on his phone, oblivious to the situation but now he looked over at his brother, a frown on his face. They were in the middle of a Kansas winter and it was cold in the car, despite the heat being turned on. The boys exchanged confused looks before Sam finally turned around to look at you. 

Sam looked at you and instantly knew something was wrong. He noted your flushed cheeks and the light beads of sweat above your lip and brow. He noticed your fidgeting and your quiet but heavy breaths. When you looked up at him Sam’s eyes went wide with surprise. He saw that your Y/E/C eyes had gone completely dark. Your pupils were blown and a heavy expression filled them. Although he hadn’t seen you like this before, he knew it was desire. 

You quickly turned your face away from Sam and looked back out at the window. Where were we? How long of a drive would it be until you got back to the bunker? It felt like hours had past but you were struggling to concentrate on anything besides what was happening to your body.

Sam was definitely worried now and turned back to Dean. 

“Dean, stop the car.” 

You barely heard Sam’s voice and you didn’t register the car pulling off to the side of the road until Dean had parked. Dean gave Sam an annoyed look and then glanced back at you. His green eyes suddenly went wide and his mouth dropped open. Normally, it would have been funny but now you had the focused attention of both Winchester boys and it was devastating to your body. It was too much and your panties were now soaked. You knew if you stood up, there would be a noticeable wet spot on your jeans. Dean’s mouth snapped shut and then he said in a low, husky voice, 

“Y/N what’s going on?” 

You could smell your arousal now and that thought didn’t even have the time to to embarrass you before it happened. The tiny bolts of lust suddenly ramped up again and a full on orgasm struck you. You came fast and hard, pure lust jolting your body and without permission, a cry left your lips. 

Now, both of the Winchester’s eyes went cartoon-ishly wide and their mouths dropped open. Y/N’s eyes slammed shut as her hands gripped the backseat of the impala and a cry of pleasure ripped from her lips. Dean choked on what he was about to say when the most sexual sound he had ever heard came out of Y/N’s mouth. Did she just have an orgasm because that’s what it looked and sounded like. Was that even possible? Not even a second after he thought it, her smell filled his nose. Her musky and sweet sex smell was surrounding him and he was so shocked his brain had short circuited. Without thought, Dean’s hand automatically went to his hardening cock. Suddenly, Sam jumped out of the car simultaneously feeling freaked out and turned on. Why was this happening?

After the orgasm, you had a moment of clarity. Loosening your death grip on the seat cushion you opened your eyes to see Dean’s dark green stare. His thick lips were parted now and his voice was low and seductive when he said, 

“Did you just have an orgasm in my backseat?” 

The lust in your belly had cooled but now you felt the entire process happening all over again. You realized your nipples were rock hard and rubbing painfully against the fabric of your cheap cotton bra. Suddenly, Sam opened the door and leaned in to look at you more closely. 

“The witch. Did she say anything to you before you killed her?” 

Oh Shit. With how distracted you had become you had completely forgotten about the witch and what she had said to you. 

“Yes. She mumbled something before she died but I didn’t catch all of what she said.”

The heat in your belly was ramping up again, faster this time and you closed your eyes. Taking deep and slow breaths. You focused and repeated the words you could remember the witch saying to you. Sam asked you if she had touched you or if she had slipped a hex bag into your pocket and you shook your head. Sam spoke again. 

“Y/N, she must have hexed you. The guys she killed were dying because they were driven crazy by lust and I think the same thing is happening to you.”

You weren't hearing his words anymore and Sam was too close. The mix of his natural musky smell and the hint of his cologne was filling your nose and driving you crazy. You tried fighting the feeling inside you but you had been unconsciously leaning towards Sam. Without thought, you reached for his hand, grabbing it and bringing it to your breast. Sam jerked and pulled away from you causing his fingers to graze over your hardened nipple. You moaned loudly and whined when he backed away. Sam took several steps back, his face on fire and his jeans too tight for comfort. His best friend was in trouble and he couldn’t focus long enough to help her. 

Dean on the other hand watched the whole encounter and was pissed. He had always imagined what it would be like. Usually at night, alone in his bed with his hand wrapped around his cock. He would picture Y/N and imagine the way she would look when her beautiful Y/E/C eyes filled with desire and he would wrap his hands in her Y/H/C hair and fuck her until she came for him. He had dreamed about the sounds she would make and the way she would taste and how she would open up for him. Now, he was finally seeing his fantasy come to life and it was all wrong. 

Dean jumped out of the car too and stomped over to Sam. 

“This is bad Sammy. The bitch is dead so why is the hex working on her?” 

You were vaguely aware that the boys were outside and it sounded like they were arguing. Shit. Shit. Shit. The witch really fucked you over. At this point you were starting to loose control again and the ache was consuming you. Your brain wasn’t working right. You touched yourself against your jeans and it felt so good that you started to rub yourself through the fabric. The pleasure was so intense, that you didn’t notice Dean walk back over to you until your eyes flew open and you saw him staring at you. His expression was dark and so sexy. He was leaning towards you in the back of the impala. His large presence and delicious smell combined with the movement of your hand had another orgasm tearing through you. Another loud cry escaped your lips and this time the waves of pleasure kept ripping through you, intensified by Dean’s hungry look. You were moaning and panting now, unable to stop the feeling inside of you. Biting your lip you stared and Dean and he stared back at you with a look you had never seen before. 

“Dean. I..It won’t stop...I can’t control myself. Wh..Whatever that bitch did to me, It..it’s going to keep getting worse.”  

You panted the words out in between heavy breaths. Dean wanted to lay his hand on your cheek and tell you it would be okay but he was afraid to touch you. Scratch that. He wanted to do a lot more than that but he took a deep breath and reigned in his desire.  

“Don’t worry sweetheart. We are going to get you home and figure this out.” 

With superhuman strength, Dean backed up, called Sam over and got back in the driver’s seat. For the next few hours, they drove home and it was unbearably tense. The car smelled like sex, even with all of the windows rolled down. Y/N had been making an effort to keep her panting and sexy moaning as quiet as possible but every small sound was deafening to Dean’s ears. He turned some music on to help distract them all but regardless, they sat with their teeth gritted. Every time she came she would cry out and it took everything he had in him to keep driving and ignore her. At one point it became too much and they had to pull over to put hand cuffs on Y/N to keep her from rubbing herself. 

When they finally got back to the bunker, Y/N had finally tired herself out a bit and was mewling in her sleep. Dean gently carried her to her room, settling her into bed before quickly leaving. Finally, he couldn’t help himself anymore. He stripped out of his clothes, locked himself in the bathroom, and imagined her and the noises he had been listening to all night. Turning on the shower he didn’t wait for the water to heat before he jumped in and fisted his throbbing cock. Under the icy cold water, Dean stroked himself until he came hard and fast, groaning in frustration that he wasn’t coming with her.

To be Continued...

A/N: This is my first fan fiction so I am nervous but really excited to share it with you. I would love to hear any feedback you have to give. Any mistakes are mine. Thank you for reading! :)  

[papers4me]

Full Metal Alchemists Brotherhood

I watched Full Metal Alchemists Brotherhood a while back then dropped it due to personal reasons of moving out & busy life, a virtual, furuba-ish friend perhaps, reminded me of the show & I completed it! Thank you @ duchesspeggy !

I must say that, altho I’m not a fan of the overly cartoon-ish style of their humor, & the friendship theme kinda “glowed” unnecessarily sometimes to save the day, I found the show quite entertaining & deep!

It ticked the list of things I enjoy most abt story-telling:

There are a plethora of characters with unique personalities, traits, goals & all the shades of morality.

Altho the show started with defined teams of “good vs bad”, it wasn’t really the case. The “good” guys weren’t angelic & sin-free or mere victims & the “bad” guys weren’t cartoon-ishly evil.

some of the ‘bad” guys had sympathetic background stories but it didn’t excuse their actions & the narrative wasn’t trying to sway you to their side based on how  tragic their “origin” story is.

The female characters had the same treatment as the male ones. They varied between good & bad, important & minor, strong & weak, smart & stupid, young & old, mothers/house wives & career women, sweet & harsh! exactly the same variation as their male counterparts. More importantly, it didn’t seemed forced at all to make any statement or ‘representation” but flowed perfectly & flawlessly with the main plot.

When it had tragedy, it wasn’t designed as a mere tear-jerker & needlessly tragic, it made sense & punched the gut mercilessly. (seriously the show had one of the most tragic stories in animes ever!! it hurts so much that I don’t want to even write abt it).

The protagonists weren’t perfect & got called out repeatedly for their shit. Some took ages to even acknowledge their mistakes which I’m a sucker for!! I love when characters take so long to heal! I find it so realistic.

Some never healed & never got redemption which I find even more fascinating!!!!! I love when writers dare to write a flawed character who refuses to change for whatever logical reason! it rarely happens as writers fear to not please the fans. We all know ppl are sucker for "redemption arc”! deny them that & your story is automatically shi*ty! If we can move past the necessity of redemption arcs, we’ll find the most fascinating realistic characters! (some of my most fave characters ever in literature never got one!! just look at Shakespeare plays).

The show didn’t get happy ever after ending. while the evil was majorly defeated, lots of characters lost ppl they loved, things they wanted, parts of themselves they won’t get back. Plus it’ had a bit of an open ending!

It had one of the most fascinating unanswered “are they romantic/not romantic duo” I’ve ever seen!!  Roy mustang/Riza Hawkeye were a delight together for reasons other than romance! but uncertain romantic shadow amplified it more!

It had philosophical questions that tacked ugly topics. wars/human greed/ racial issues/ & dehumanizing the enemy.

The adults were as fascinating as the teens if not more! *which is rare in anime*

Verdict: Excellent story!

[undead-toon]

ofcoursethismeanswar​:

“Now it’s my turn!” Peahen exclaimed as he wiggled his fingers before steadily entering his cartoon-ishly gloved hand inside one of his empty eye sockets. He began to dig and search around as if he’s trying to reach for something. “Aha!” He shouts as he pulled out a large present with a tag that has Franken Pea’s name one and hands it over to his female undead counterpart. “Go ahead an’ open it, yer in fer quite a surprise!”

“?” The corpse toon tilts her head, gloved hands reaching out and taking the present. She cautiously, gently shakes the gift, trying to listen to what it could be. After a moment, she tears into the wrapping paper, her hands prying the box lid open to see what her counterpart had gotten her...

"Happy Birthday ta ya, Frank!"

The corpse toon lets out a happy squeak at her counterpart, a wrapped package in her hands as she reaches over to hand it to Peahen...

[gordy-handman]

Raspberry Beryl 

Spinel + Pink Pearl Fusion!

Weapon/Abilities: Jump rope made of handkerchiefs and cartoon-ishly large hands

She was soooo fun to make!

[kunt-dracula]

If I Were In ‘Vikings’ Headcanon~ Part 1??🤔

║Okay so I’m not as caught up on Vikings as I used to be. I might watch every few episodes and that’s if I watch it at all. Some of it’s because school is back in session and I’m at school 3 times a week from 8am to 8pm because I also work on my campus. The other reason is because my sister is getting her home renovated and so her and her 4 kids (whom are all under the age of 7) are living with me so my tvs are playing cartoons 24/7.

What I’m getting at is, if it’s inaccurate or seems highly unlikely due to events or character personality, I don’t know😂😂 but I wanted to try it so I am.║

Also

There will be quite a few changes to the storyline of the show. To simply put it, my baby Ragnar ain't dead and him and his kids get along just fine.🤣

➖

(Cartoon-ishly edited just for the occasion🤣👍🏾)

𝒦𝒾𝓎𝒶𝓉 (ky-yaht)

/I didn’t feel that my own name (Raine) would make a suitable ancient Egyptian name/

(My Attire during my teen years in Egypt)

⚜️Daughter of Pharoah Wahkare Khety III and Hetepheres.

⚜️ I didn’t have much a relationship with my mother due to the fact that she died merely a few years after my birth.

⚜️My father did what he could, but he wouldn’t stay around me much due to how much my physical likeness to my mother pained him.

⚜️I ended up spending more time with a caretaker that was assigned to me.

⚜️Around the time I was 12, he had wed another; a priestess named Ioja.

⚜️Soon after her crowning, it became sure to me what her true intentions were. Getting my father to be devoted to her and only her.

⚜️It started with her cutting into our conversations, arranging outings without telling me and making sure I had no knowledge of them at all.

⚜️When that ceased to work, she began spewing lies to my father about my ‘promiscuous’ behavior with male servants and even a few peasants.

⚜️Although I deny the allegations, it's clear to me that he's taking her side over my own.

⚜️After years of nonstop arguing between me and his wife, my father's breaking point was reached when he came upon a set of highly venomous snakes tangled within his bead sheets when he awoke one morning.

⚜️To make matters worse, each snake had a bracelet of mine he had gifted me around its body.

⚜️I was undoubtedly framed by Ioja who then tried to convince my father that I should be executed—in turn, I pointed the finger at her and made the same suggestion.

⚜️Frustrated and unsure, he had us fight one another and the defeated’s fate will be sealed.

⚜️Unfortunately, the odds were not in my favor and I was overpowered.

⚜️Not having the will not heart to slaughter me, he went against his own word and had me exiled—which didn't seem to effect Ioja at all since she had gotten what she wanted still, me out of the hierarchy.

⚜️Seemingly filled with guilt my father offered me an abundance of gifts before my departure.

⚜️I kept my clothing and jewelry and was given more, a fairly large amount of money. And him being disturbed with the idea of me being alone—the female servant that I was closest to was sent to travel with me wherever I settled.

⚜️Opwet—my older companion— had gotten me out of my funk, telling me that she was a firm believer in the concept that everything happens for a reason. [I picture her as a slightly younger Cicely Tyson😄]

⚜️Not sure of where to go, Opwet made the statement that she had not been to her birth village in decades.

⚜️My curiosity and ache for a change of scenery was all the push I needed for us to migrate to Kairouan.

⚜️Once we were settled in a home for the both of us, I had asked Opwet about her history. That was when she informed me that in her younger years she was the best healer in Egypt which led to her working for my family and then she was converted by my selfish father to be a caretaker for my mother during her pregnancy and then me.

⚜️I almost instantly asked her to teach me how to be a healer. It was always something I had wanted to do but was denied because of the written fate that my title held. But now that I was no longer royalty, what was to stop me from fulfilling my desires.

⚜️It wasn't easy. Far from it actually. There were a lot of specific procedures, rituals, and concoctions that went along with the role. It wasn't until I turned 21 that I finally got it down.

⚜️By the age of 26, I was a very well known healer throughout the city. The entrance to my home quickly became a revolving door to patients.

⚜️While caring for a pregnant woman who had been weak from it, Opwet was left with the woman while I went out to a fruit stand to purchase more mangoes. [The all natural prenatal vitamin.]

⚜️While at the stand my love for pineapples hit me and I began piling them in my arm.

⚜️One rolled off my arms and tubbles to the ground.

⚜️Contemplating just how I was going to pick it up with my arms full, someone beat me to it.

⚜️Of course, the first thing I noticed was the large pale hand holding the pineapple outstretched towards me.

⚜️The owner was a tall man. Very attractive. A great deal older than me, judging by the white strands of hair peppered his beard. Lips stretched in a crooked smile showcasing teeth that matched his skin, but what really hooked my attention were his almost glowing blue eyes.

⚜️He was someone I had never seen before but judging by his appearance he was no doubt one of the Vikings that word had circulated about through the city.

⚜️ ”Þakka þér fyrir, Viking.” {Thank you, Viking.} I say, shocking him. His shocked expression pulled a smile from me.

⚜️ ”Þú talar tungumál þjóðar minnar?” {You speak the language of my people?}

⚜️ ”aðeins nóg til að halda einfalt samtal. Þú ert ekki sá fyrsti sem ég hef haft ánægju af að hitta.” { Only enough to hold a simple conversation. You're not the first Norseman I've had the pleasure of meeting.}

⚜️I lose my focus on what I'm doing for what had to have been at least 15 minutes. It's not until the frustrated stand owner asks if I was going to pay or not, that I snap back.

⚜️Before parting ways I tell him my name and he tells me his. Ragnar Lothbrok.

⚜️That would not be the last I’d see of Ragnar Lothbrok.

⚜️He showed up at my home to talk but Opwet wasn't having it and told him that he couldn'come in unless he needed medical attention.

⚜️Not even a day later he returned to my home with injuries he had gotten during ’sparing’ but in all honesty, they looked self-inflicted.

⚜️Not a day passed that I was rubbing him down with shea butter to heal his scars. So much that I had to start using my own personal batch that I used daily. I wasn't happy about it.

⚜️Constantly having to fight with my inner ’thot’ and thoughts while doing so.

⚜️He was fascinated and distracted by 3 things: my hair, my skin and mostly my derriere.😒

⚜️Had the nerve to ask if I was I had stolen goods hidden under my dress. 🍑

⚜️”Did you just touch my rear?”

⚜️”Sorry I thought it was—what’s the name of that large fruit? ...Watermelon yes. I simply thought it was a watermelon, especially in that green dress.”

⚜️Opwet: *eating a peach in the corner*

⚜️When it got dark, he would attempt to stay the night. Again Opwet didn't play that and she would make him leave.😆

⚜️In all, he was impressed with my skills and stated that they could really use someone like me in Kattegat and asked if I would consider going back with him. Shocked, I told him I would think about it.

⚜️It was then that he told me about himself. He was in his 50s but obviously very fit for his age being that I thought he was much younger. His son was the current king of Kattegat. A role he had given up once he got older, though he still had authority over the village.

⚜️When it was his last day in Kairouan, I couldn't help but ponder over my dilemma. Opwet only persuaded me to go. She restated her believe that everything happened for a reason and that I was being offered an opportunity that I should take.

⚜️ I did want to go but I didn't want to leave her. She wanted to stay and help the people of Kairouan and kept persuading me to leave for Kattegat to do the same for their people.

⚜️She was nearly relentless and finally got me to leave with Lothbrok. To a new world and a new beginning.

[Near the end I got lazy. I was tired, sorry. 😆

I'm not sure if this is even good or not. I was higher than the clouds when I wrote it.🚬

I'm kinda tempted to do a part 2 on when I'm actually in Kattegat but that all will depend on how y’all react to this.]

[nerdylittoyvoid]

“Fall Risk” Pt. II

A/N: Hello again friends, I am back with another part for @writinginstability‘s writing challenge! I had way too much fun with this part so I hope you all like it, lemme know if my obscene sense of humor is making this work or not :)

Warnings: Swearing (Gavin’s always making this fun for everyone)

Y/N woke up to bright lights taking over her vision. She heard the steady beating of a machine beside her and the IV machine administering fluids. Looking down, she saw long IV tubes coming from her left hand, and a bandage cast on her right. How she landed up here was beyond her, the last thing she remembered was getting out of the car, grabbing Connor by the arm and running.

Looking to her left, she saw Connor sitting at her bedside. His eyes were closed, though you knew enough about androids to know that he was probably making repairs or updates on his software. His brown curls were disheveled and his tie undone – something that has never happened. The guy took every chance he got to make sure his appearance was up to par, seeing him in this state only alarmed her further.

“Connor?” Y/N asked timidly. Her mind was running wild at what could have possibly happened. She remembered nothing. Connor stirred, she supposed he simply was not interested enough to respond. He certainly was starting to develop selective hearing.

Taking in a breath, she tried again.  “Connor!” Connor’s eyes snapped open, moving to look her in the face. “Why am I here?”

For the first time, Y/N heard Connor chuckle. It was truly music to her ears and somehow was incredibly comforting. At least someone (even if it was an android) found humor in this situation.  

Connor opened his eyes and took a look at Y/N. She had scratches down the right side of her face, and was a bit bruised all down her right shoulder. “Well, Y/N, let’s just say that you aren’t allowed around trees or benches anymore.” 

Shaking his head, Connor gave Y/N a smirk.

“What?” Y/N demanded, clearly shocked. “I know I’m clumsy but how the hell did mess myself up like this? Did I break a bench?” Y/N’s eyes widened at her next thought. “Is the bench okay?”

Connor rested his index finger and thumb on the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes. Something about the way she was acting, showing more concern over an inanimate object than her well being was… endearing? Yes, that might be the word for it. “Well, you grabbed my arm and started running towards a nearby park. You wanted to show me what it is to be ‘alive’ and subsequently tripped over a tree root and hit your head on the bench beside the tree.”

“Oh my god- “

“I appreciate your effort on showing me what deviancy has to offer. But, even though I am not as fragile as humans, I’ll pass.”

“No, no Connor. I just fell that wasn’t a demonstration of anything- “

“I called Gavin and Hank and explained what happened. I assumed it would be best to have those who know you well to be there during your recovery. I also contacted Captain Fowler to notify him that you will be taking time off of work to recover.”

“Connor, you shouldn’t have done that.”

Right before you could begin scolding him in walked Gavin. Wearing his typical leather jacket and jeans, he stopped in his tracks to look at Y/N, only to burst into condescending laughter.

“Well, well, well.” Gavin tutted while crossing his arms. “If it isn’t our favourite tree kicker.”

“Gavin, kindly shut the fuck up.” Y/N retorted. She groaned as a headache came upon her. Gavin, after all, did have that effect on people.

Hank walked in after Y/N and Gavin’s little exchange with a look of amusement adorning his face. “never a dull moment eh, Pinky” You groaned at the use of your adolescent nickname. All because you dyed your hair pink when you were sixteen, and now you’d never live it down.

“I hate all of you.” Y/N crossed her arms. She had a roaring headache, was most likely concussed and now she had another story that was going to be told at her wedding.

“I’m sure that both that tree and that bench could say the same about you.” Connor sassed back. This little quip of his made the entire room go silent, he was usually so literal. Connor joking was almost unheard of.

Gavin was the first the break the silence. “So, the plastic prick now knows how to joke.” He scoffed.

The visit continued as follows: Everybody made fun of you. That was it. It was about an hour into the visit that your arm started killing you, so the nurse topped you up on morphine. Gavin wasted no time in gaining footage of you high on painkillers for “blackmail purposes”.

After another hour, you were asleep. Gavin had returned to the DPD, which only left Hank and Connor.

Hank turned to Connor, seeing his LED blinking yellow once again and a frown etched onto his features. The damned LED always seemed to be yellow these days.

“What’re you thinking about, Connor?”

“Y/N got hurt trying to convince me that being deviant would result in a better quality of life. That I am alive. Why would she do something so foolish?” Connor’s gaze moved to her face. Scratches adorned it. He wondered if they would lead to scarring.

“She’s always been cartoon-ishly optimistic, sometimes naïve. I wouldn’t beat yourself up about it, Connor. If I know her well enough, she isn’t anything close to upset with you.”

Connor nodded. What was this heaviness he felt in his chest? Sadness, Guilt? Was it both? Was it even possible to feel more than one emotion in one sitting? “It’s not that I’m concerned about her being upset,” Connor lied, “it’s merely that she is such a great asset to our investigation, it’d hinder it by having her off work recovering.”

“Whatever lets you sleep at night, Connor.”

“I don’t sleep, lieutenant.”

Hank rolled his eyes and chuckled. “Whatever. When you can, look up what sarcasm means.”

**************************************

Y/N returned home a couple nights later. She was instructed by doctors to periodically take her pain medication to aid with her concussion and arm, as well as to stay away from lights and digital screens. Connor insisted on staying home with her for the first day that she was released, insisting that “The best detective at the DPD needed to come back fully recovered”.

Y/N blushed, poking fun at his attempt of flattery. “Connor, you, a machine that cannot feel made a personal compliment?” Y/N walked into her kitchen with Connor following suit.

Connor responded in a hushed tone, aware that loud sounds could cause her to experience pain due to her concussion. “It wasn’t a display of romantic or platonic feelings. It was merely a fact.” Connor stated. Somehow, he felt flustered, as if he was trying to convince himself more than Y/N of the former.

“Whatever- “

Connor cut Y/N off, “-helps you sleep at night? Hank noted that phrase as sarcasm while you were sleeping in the hospital last night. He told me to look it up.”

Y/N laughed at this, then winced at the loud sound as it had caused her head to throb.

Connor continued, “I took the liberty in looking up and beginning to master all figures of speech. I hope that it will help me better integrate with humans.”

Y/N turned around and flashed him a grin. With a joking tone Y/N retorted, “Stupid nerd.”

“An insult and an oxymoron all in one. Most impressive.” Connor said as he put a hand on his hip, using his other hand to lean on the kitchen counter.

“You’ve done too much research on sarcasm and sass. I don’t need another version of Hank at the DPD. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to play a video game from my childhood.” Y/N grabbed a Pepsi the fridge and walked to the living room.

“The doctor instructed not to be in front of any screens for the next 24 hours- “

“The doctor can kiss my ass, I spent 48 asleep in the hospital room. I’ll be fine.”

“Yeah, head injuries are just a result of the brain smacking against the inside of the skull.”

Y/N chuckled at what she thought was Connor’s attempt at a euphemism. She thought he was becoming more and more deviant by each day.

She grabbed the controller for her old PS4, now considered a classic. She remembered her parents telling her about how they used to play this all the time before she was born, passing the hobby onto her when she was old enough. Oh, where had the time gone.

Connor scanned the controller, searching the internet to see what console it could belong to. “That console is 25 years old!” Connor had exclaimed for the first time, fascinated by the old technology.

“It is! My favourite game on it is Skyrim. Its in medieval sort of time setting on a planet with magic.”

Connor’s eyes widened. “Fascinating.” He muttered.

“You want to watch me play it? I can start a new character so you can watch the storyline from the beginning?” Y/N offered.

“I think I’d,” Connor paused. He’d never been in a situation where he’d like to do something. “enjoy that, very much so.”

Y/N looked shocked at his choice of words. He was developing likes and dislikes, seemingly growing out of his aloof and uninterested behavior. “Well,” Y/N began with a growing smile on her face, “Let’s get started!”

Connor and Y/N played for hours; Connor fascinated by how such old technology seemed to impressive and new to him, and Y/N fascinated by the look of pure wonder on his face. For once since Connor became activated, he was not focused on a mission, for his only task seemed to “just be” with Y/N.

A ‘system instability’ alert came up in Connor’s vision. He quickly ignored it. He felt that since his purpose for being here was serious enough (solving deviant cases and all), he might as well enjoy himself every now and then.

The conversation started to die down. Connor felt this was awkward as he thoroughly enjoyed talking with Y/N. He tried thinking of conversation starters but was stumped, he’d never been in this type of predicament before.

Connor resorted to searching the internet (since he had it built in to his program).

“Conversation starters”: 15 000 000 000 results.

Connor chose the first link he saw: “Good questions to get to know someone”

Reading through the list, he finally decided on a couple questions he felt would be best. With that, he cleared up his throat and began speaking.

“Y/N?” Connor asked.

“What’s up?” Y/N responded while taking a sip of her Pepsi.

Connor turned to Y/N, meeting her eyes. “Are there any recent or interesting events pertaining to your love life?” Connor inquired, tilting his head.

Y/N choked on her drink in response to the randomly personal question.

“Where the heck did that come from?”

“I searched the internet through my system on questions to start conversation, this seemed like the one that would produce the most reaction.”

“You got that right, why would you ask about my love life?”

Connor shrugged. “It seems like the subject humans are most passionate about. Talking, commenting on, or joking about their love life is very common in social culture.”

Y/N sighed, contemplating asking this question. If she kept the person- no, android she had her eyes on very vague, he wouldn’t find out, right?

She took another sip from her Pepsi, paused the game and turned to Connor. She positioned herself to be sitting cross-legged with her back against the arm rest of the couch. “What the hell, I’ll tell you. I do have my eye on this one person, though he’s very... unattainable.”

Connor nodded slowly. “Would you consider- “ Connor stopped, thinking of the term commonly used for mutually partaking in romantic activities.

“Asking him out?” Y/N asked, trying to finish Connor’s thought.

“Yes, that.”

“Well… No, I don’t think so. The risks are too high. Others would strongly disapprove and the relationship itself would be very complicated.”

Connor processed her answer and continued to pry, now very curious on who this mystery person was. The bubbling in his chest and stomach seemed overwhelming. Imagining someone else spending time with Y/N like he was, causing him to be with her less made this sensation worse. Maybe this is what jealousy felt like. “Are those the reasons, or is it really because you’re scared of being turned down?”

Y/N stopped, surprised by his next question. “You’re getting really good at this ‘asking questions’ thing, aren’t you?”

Connor shrugged.

“Yes. Mainly I am scared of being turned down.” Y/N admitted. “But the repercussions outside of that are very risky.”

“Y/N Y/L/N, the girl who has been playing video games for 4 hours after getting discharged from the hospital is afraid of risk.” Connor said sarcastically. He smirked at her when she rolled her eyes, amused at her reaction.

“I guess I’m more scared of rejection than brain injury.” Y/N joked. Hearing Connor slowly trying to get her to pursue a relationship with… well, him, was starting to make her uncomfortable. The smile she has put on her face slowly disappeared, leaving a frustrated and confused look on her face.

“I don’t know what to do, Connor.” Y/N sighed, defeated.

Connor felt the need to do something – no, anything to help Y/N. Feeling the need to ask for consent, he asked Y/N if she needed comfort.

“I know that humans enjoy physical interaction when faced with hard situations, I thought it may help.”

“That would be really nice, Connor.” Y/N gave him a warm grin, moving towards him.

Connor opened his arms, Y/N graciously taking the offer. She ended up with her head on his chest, listening to the sound of his thirium pump. The beating seemed to accelerate when she wrapped her arms around him.

“Strange,” Y/N thought to herself, “I thought androids didn’t experience physiological symptoms.” Y/N made a note to herself to ask Connor later, not wanting to ruin the moment.  

Y/N looked up to Connor, taking in his warm, brown orbs. She sighed contently. “Thank you, Connor. Truly.”

Connor didn’t say anything, going for a calm smile in return. They stayed there for a moment, looking into each other’s eyes. They didn’t say anything, for the silence surrounding them was calm.

It was as if everything was acting organically. Sensing the heat of the moment, Y/N was the first to lean in the slightest bit, Connor doing the same.

Connor’s pump accelerated considerably, a ‘signal instability’ alert popping up in his vision. He couldn’t help but think to himself; “Is this the right thing to do?”

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@layinglonely

[daemonsrhaenyras]

100% Agree with your choices for S1-6, and your reasonings for each perfectly illustrate why S7's villains Did Not Work for me.

In S1-6, each of the antagonists were given just enough room within narrative for us to both love and hate them. And they either allowed them some sort of narrative redemption and eventually put them more on the side of Skaikru & the Delinquents, or their personality was just interesting enough to make the audience want them to stick around (even if we also want them to just stop being villainous).

But in the Season We Shall Not Name, Cadogon and Sheidheda were just...so cartoon-ishly villainous that I was just over it like 2 episodes into their appearances.

Sheidheda was just so absolutely unnecessary and wasted so much screentime. Presumably it was just because they liked the actor and wanted to keep him around. And while it did give Murphy (and Indra) interesting material, there were so many more ways they could have done it. It felt like it was a concept that they wanted to work into S6 (where it would have fit), but didn't have time for, so they pushed it off till S7, but then S7 went Off The Tracks and they just ran with that tone of Batshit Crazy. Hate it so much.

And Cadogan, was the Cult-iest Cult Leader of the show, and yet we were somehow supposed to root for it? We spent 6 years saying 'All Cults Are Bad' and NOW you want us to root for someone who brainwashed an entire people, and is trying to wipe out his own species because Aliens we haven't even MET within the show think it's a good idea?

who is/was your favorite “villain” on the 100?

You know what? That question is too hard. Because there have been some great villains, and then sometimes those villains don’t STAY a villain, and what makes them great might have been what makes them great non-villains. So in order to answer that appropriately, I’m gonna have to go by season. 

Season 1– Bellamy Blake. He most definitely WAS a villain. He was the main villain on the ground for the first half of the season. And the same qualities that made him the best villain made it so Clarke could bring him to her side. Setting up the essential dynamic of learning to understand your enemy as your own shadow, making peace with them, and in so doing, becoming a whole and healthy individual. He’s not the enemy anymore, but that yin yang push and pull gave season 1 it’s energy.

Season 2–Lxa. Wow I never thought I’d say that. But I am. For much the same reasons as Bellamy. The enemy shadow within yourself thing. She might not have stayed a villain (although I maintained she was Clarke’s love interest/antagonist through s3 because she was an obstacle to her getting the peace and unity that she wanted,) but she started one. She’s the reason the grounders attacked the delinquents. She was ready to annihilate them at any moment. Revealing that the water girl was the heda was SUPER bad ass and great female empowerment. I don’t personally like Lxa as a character, but as the villain/antagonist of s2, that’s some good stuff. And tbh, the alliances she made with Clarke, the FRIENDSHIP, the ROMANCE are part of what made her a good villain. Because we thought something good could come of it and then. OMG THE WORST BETRAYAL OF THE WHOLE DAMN SHOW AND THE TRAUMATIC EVENT THAT SET CLARKE UP FOR NEAR DESTRUCTION. Maybe I can say this now because she came back in season 5 and apologized, admitted she was wrong and said that love wasn’t an enemy, thereby allowing Clarke to process and heal from that trauma. hmm. 

Oh wow. Wait a minute. There’s a correlation between Clarke’s shadow being Bellamy in season 1 and her shadow being Lxa in season 2 and 3. [symbolism and deep analysis coming up you may want to look away until s3 villain also yes, it subordinates CL in the story to BC, tough noogies. CL is subordinate in the story to BC.] Okay. The same dynamic is set up with BC and with CL with Clarke attempting to win L to her side with the same techniques as she did B. It didn’t work. L refused to partner or give up her power or honor her agreements, leading to that terrible trauma of betrayal, genocide and horror, which she ran away from and was dragged back kicking and screaming to face. I think they used the Clarke’s shadow story of CL to actually deepen the connection between Clarke and Bellamy. They couldn’t have had him betray her that badly and have it come back to be something like a healthy true love relationship. But I think they needed Clarke to sink to the dark side while letting Bellamy rise from his dark side, in order to create the symbolic balance that has them spinning around each other… like binary stars, right? She needed the pain from love but he couldn’t be the one to give it to her. Therefore they brought in another love story to punch Clarke in the heart. Very cruel. Very hard. Intensifies everything. Wow I don’t know if I could do that to my characters. But it was effective. In the long run. Even bringing her back for that resolution after 6 years of healing. (all of this is really about a way to tell a story and make it deeper and more difficult without harming the essential romance irredeemably. Use a mirror of the relationship that plays out some of the possibly harmful elements. Make that relate subconsciously, but not really. you guys can all ignore it. it’s not really about villains. although i like it because you get the enemies to lovers thing but the harmful parts are shifted into the secondary relationship.)

Season 3– PIKE. I LOVE PIKE. LOVE. I get Pike. Pike is a teacher and he will do ANYTHING to protect his kids. And he was a really good leader and managed to keep Farm Station alive despite being hunted across the mid atlantic. Hey. This also follows the shadow villain theory, because Pike is BELLAMY’S shadow. He is who Bellamy could have become without the balancing element of Clarke. He is a good man at heart who has demonized “the other” in order to protect his own. (This is also what Lxa did, btw. Although she did make alliances when it was in her benefit.) He would not have become as violent as he did if he hadn’t been attacked, but in reaction he became a xenophobe. I mean, I can’t say this isn’t a reaction to the trauma that he experienced. Being hunted by Azgeda. I do think that he could have changed if he’d lived. He was already cooperating with Indra, and while he’s biased and bigoted against grounders, he was not blind. He recognized, I think, that he was wrong and there was room for him to learn. Alas, Octavia took care of that. Also, other than Bellamy and Clarke, he’s tops on my own “hot” list. I know he’s too old for all y’all, but not for me. :)

Season 4– The real villain is Praimfaya, so I’m gonna pick Roan as my favorite villain. Is he a villain? Is he an ally? No one ever knows. One minute he’s working with them, the next minute he’s capturing someone. One minute he’s making deals with them, the next minute he’s putting roadblocks down in front of them. One minute he’s refusing to be allies, the next minute he’s allying. MAKE UP YOUR DAMN MIND. If he weren’t raised in Azgeda under Nia, with all that politicking and power plays he might have been a good guy, but he can’t help wanting to replicate the domination of his mother. Too bad because he’s funny and insightful and sarcastic and I think he really LIKES Clarke and Bellamy.

Season 5– TOUGH TO DECIDE. Is my favorite the awful truly awful Octavia who mucks everything up because she’s gone to the darkside. Or is my favorite the awesome Diyoza who is no longer a villain by the end of the season, but was formidable and quite the opponent, and really another shadow of Clarke, who Clarke could have been if she had been pre-apocalypse. I think I’m going with Diyoza, because she’s funny, and reasonable, and she likes everyone and Octavia is just so damned grim and vindictive. It might make a more evil villain but as for who I like better? I think it’s Diyoza. Both were fun, but Diyoza is fun as in I liked her character, and Octavia was fun as in, OMG I CAN’T BELIEVE SHE DID THAT. Octavia also has that storyline of being the symbolic representation of the toxic state of humanity, caught in the cycle of violence and perpetuating it. She’s definitely more important in the storyline but I like Diyoza better.

Season 6– Hands down: Josephine. We again have the shadow aspect of Clarke, trying to TAKE OVER Clarke. She’s not as arrogant as Russell, but she’s more psychotic. She’s also funnier and more charming. Kind of combines the fun and evil aspects of Diyoza and Octavia from last season. And she probably edges out Pike as my all time favorite villain because she is both evil AND likeable, whereas Pike was misguided and likable. Well, maybe less likable.Some of him was likeable. And he wasn’t writing pro eugenics books. He was volunteering to go down with the delinquents.Anyway. Josephine has a fantastic story. The way she refused to relinquish Clarke’s body like the entitled brat she was, and then tried to mess with everyone around her to get her way. Of course, when Bellamy had her, and she started digging into his relationship with Clarke that was great for story momentum, and then we had the sympathetic True Love story of Josephine/Gabriel, even though you knew it was wrong. Sympathetic but also toxic. Is true love really good if it enables such evil to be done? ANywAY. Loved Josephine. Also, great outfits. A+ for getting Clarke into some decent clothes. That tailored coat was great.

[scar0tissue]

Hey so quick question, are fantasy dwarves anti-Semitic?

I know this sounds strange but after rewatching the Hobbit and LoTR and playing some warhammer: Total War II something that I just can't stop thinking about is how dwarves characteristically love money, to the point of hoarding it like Thorin in his mountain, but looking at some of it they also have cartoon-ishly big noses, I don't know if this is intended or if I've made a connection that doesn't exist but it's something that has been on my mind for a while.

[bonepranks]

@encchants​ said... "Guys! Guuuys! Let's go out and have some fun, it's a beautiful day! I am so so excited!" The siren was.. acting kind of strange, wasn't she? Somehow, her pupils have cartoon-ishly turned star-shaped and her whole body was vibrating. Hmm. How many Starfaits did she have this time..?

* YES!!! LET’S GOOOOOO!

papyrus hasn’t had any starfaits, but he’s somehow just as excitable as layla is. he’s already grabbing his coat and running to the door before even asking where they’re going.

* zzzzzz

* OH COME ON SANS!

papyrus picks up his brother, throwing him over his shoulder.

* WHAT SHOULD WE DO? * OH! * ICE SKATING! * OR SLEDDING!

[kat8porgs]

dream time - superhero style

OKAY, so, last night I dreamed I was some sort of superhero/magic cop thing? Like, little confused b/c there was DEFINITELY magic and DEFINITELY aliens and I’m not sure if the superhero-bit was tied into that or whether it was a superhero universe and incorporated all of this (as superhero universes do).

So, superhero cop. I was... an Amazon? I think? I had some form of superpowers but I think I was just an Amazon stand-in. Also I kept referring to people as ‘sister’? 

ALTHOUGH MAYBE I JUST HAD A LARGE FAMILY.

So, I was working on a case looking for like, a Cyborg type character? They were definitely a cyborg. They’d been a part of a Teen Titans/Young Justice crew (more YJ than TT except for Cyborg being on it) but had been yanked off by an older hero for... reasons?

But they’d snuck back onto the team disguising themselves with a TRULY AWFUL WIG. Like, dollar store awful wig. But all of the pictures taken of cyborg in disguise ONLY showed the wig? Like, so, clearly a powerful disguise. 

But now they’re MISSING, missing. Like, Cyborg is. So I’m looking at pictures of Blondie on Not-YJ and commenting to my Amazonian Sister (OR MY ACTUAL SISTER?) that it was weird that to fill the whole they’d replaced Cyborg with an Amazon. B/c Cyborg’s more than just strength?

WAY TO BADMOUTH MY OWN PEOPLE.

Anyway, Sister 1 was like ‘excuse you, Amazon’s are THE BEST FIGHTERS. It’s all about having THE BEST FIGHTERS to KICK ASS.’

But like, faux-Robin’s on the team and I’m doubting this shit b/c they’re a really good fighter.

Anyway, then my PoV shifts to this speedster fighting... another speedster? Or. I was confused. They were definitely super-strong but I think there was SOME speed. They were a Kid Flash type character, sort of a meld of Wally from the show and Bart from the comics. So they’re fighting this over-powered villain, who is talking to his dead ex-girlfriend (hallucination or ghost IDK). And eventually takes out the Kid Flash, like, he... vibrates at the opposite frequency and they punch each other and BOOM, Kid Flash drops?

Then villain is talking to hallucination girlfriend and is like ‘well, I don’t have to kill him, I’LL JUST SELL HIM ON THE BLACK MARKET.”

So much better than death, apparently.

So, clearly my search for missing-cyborg is gonna connect with this black market for superheroes. 

Anyway, I’m investigating in a... bar? Restaurant? And I find these portals which look like stairs. Like, the portal is disguised but then when you see it, BAM, stairs. They lead to this like... sacrificial chamber/temple thing with a few grunts there. No one important. I beat up the grunts and am frustrated. DID I MISS THE BLACK MARKET?

So I come back (stay there?) with my Amazon sister (different one from before). She’s like ‘you’re gonna be happy you brought me’ and finds a secret switch which opens up another set of stairs/a portal. 

It goes to a party? The party is like, wild. Lots of monsters, werewolves, vampires, aliens, typical monstrous creatures. And I’me like “we’re not dressed for this!” I’m wearing like, cut-off jeans and a tank top? But Amazon Sister 2 is in like, slinky black clothing. She was apparently dressed for clubbing. 

She’s like ‘we’re dressed for anything!” And starts dancing with a group of monsters.

I poke around the party, asking questions, peeking under rocks. I find another Amazon Sister (I think... the first one?) and I’m like ‘oh, you’re here too.” Pretending that I was... invited?

It should be noted, I think I’m supposed to be SECRET police. Or undercover? Or something. 

Anyway. I start asking Amazon Sister about who invited her and what the party’s about. She’s not quite dodging my questions but she’s not being too informative. But there’s this dude, a short dude with a cartoon-ishly large head. Like, typical evil villain with giant brain. Think the imp from Flinstone’s but like, orange. BRIGHT orange. Anyway, he starts to leave the party and I notice him. I recognize him? But can’t place him. So he brushes past me and I’m like ‘oh, leaving so soon?’

And he is just like ‘yeah’ and takes his entourage (3 bodyguards?) with him.

So the Amazon Sister tries to distract me but I’m mulling over where I recognize short and orange from and I”m like HE’S AN ALIEN.

His name is either Mads and he’s from Mars or his name is Mars and he’s Mad?

Anyway, I go after him, joining the flow of the party b/c EVERYONE is leaving now. I confront him and he gives up and I think I Magically Arrest him? I don’t arrest anyone else at the party so this guy must have been wanted by the Superhero Cops for some reason. Anyway, I do question people lingering around the party. I hear somebody (?? party goer? fellow magic cop?) talking to the other about bees? Something about poking a hive and how the bees didn’t do anything till they started messing with the queen. 

And I”m like LIGHTBULB.

I track down my Amazon Sister who is lounging with other Amazon Sisters? 

And I’m all ‘YOU BETRAYED US ALL?’ and she’s like ‘we should have never let you join the space cops’ and then like

she doesn’t FIGHT me but she doesn’t answer any of my questions

I key up a magical symbol on my phone and press it to her forehead and she turns to stone

BUt like

DREAM WALLY AND DREAM CYBORG ARE STILL MISSING??! 

But then the dream ended.

[dailyskeletonwarnews]

A Short Review On Some Halloween Wallpapers

1. Features assorted Halloween friends hiding behind a clock. 7/10 for good scariness and a black background, but the teeth of the skeleton look like massive orange lips and I do not vibe with that

2. Shown are six lit jack o lanterns in a blurred out forest. 4/10 the jack o lanterns are okay-ishly carved but forest fires are a real and present danger

3. A skeleton finds a leaf. 69/10 I downloaded this one, it is perfection. There's passion and a well-drawn skeleton, what more does one need.

4. Assorted children? are trick or treating in traditional Halloween costumes. -6/10 it has KKK vibes I do not like it.

5. We said Halloween not harvest thank you next

6. A classic dancing skeleton is dancing classically. 9/10 because it's amazing but I do not know what it's pointing at.

7. Assorted Halloween symbols are arranged in a wallpaper fashion. 6/10 for the amazing drawings but it's on a white background which will vibe check my eyes when I wake up at 0430 to see what time it is and discover that it's time for my eyes to die.

8. Get out with this stupid f*cking harvest bullsh*t stop it please

9. An assortment of lovely cartoon-y images of Halloween arranged around the word "witch." Lovely, 11/10 for black background, adorable orange symbols, and overall I just liked it.

Feeling halloween vibey with these wallpapers 🍁

[dellayassine]

#MovieReview : Rogue One : A Star Wars Story a Gareth Edwards film - a Science fiction / Action #DellaYassine In memory of Carrie Fisher.RIP ________ The Plot : The Death Star poses a threat to The Rebel Alliance thus they make an attempt to steal the plans for it. ________ THE BEST STAR WARS PREQUEL ________ This movie is pretty good (or decent at least), but it has plenty of issues that really have a negative influence on the significance of the film. These problems include the pseudo convoluted narrative, specifically throughout the first act, which might make the experience really lackluster instead of the opposite intention that they had for it. Another issue is the music score, it tries way too hard to implant the feel of the original Star Wars films in Rogue One hence coming off like it's trying to be them but " not really " because it wants to update it, and this middle ground just doesn't work. The CGI characters look pretty terrible, especially the thing they do with " Peter Crushing " whose heavy presence makes it even worse, Also they putin some 'easter eggs' that either contradict or don't make sense in context to the Star Wars universe. Perhaps the most dominant issue is the two lead characters, who are super bland, extremely uninteresting and boring to watch. But all of these things that the film has get trumped by the great visuals and probably the best climax in Star Wars history, but what's not in probability is the fact that they give us the absolute best Darth Vader scene in Star Wars history. And to make up for the blandness and dullness of Felicity Jones and Diego Luna we have a wonderful comic relief provided by Alan Tudyk as 'K-2SO'. Also Ben Mendelssohn who delivers such a cartoon-ishly enjoyable performance as a villain. Overall the movie's mediocrity won't bother most Star Wars fans, and it works as a stand-alone film (though it's recommended to watch SW for full context) ________ #RogueOne #StarWars #DarthVader #StarWarsFan #Film #CarrieFisher #movies #theatre #video #Review #movie #film #films #videos #actor #actress #cinema #dvd #instamovies #star #moviestar #photooftheday #hollywood #instagood #flick #instaflick #instaflick #Scifi