#cause now i watched their shows and sorta grew up with them

[delusionalinsecurewreckpiningphd]

part of growing up is suddenly feeling something about the random celebrity passing

[violeteclipseboaty]

So I recently went to go watch KOTPOTA again. I wanted to share my thoughts overall on the film, I couldn't properly do it before because I had forgotten some stuff lol

The pacing: at first watch I though it was kinda weird but watching it again I realized it pretty much went straight to the point, if anything I wanted MORE but you know the movie would've been too long but I wouldn't have minded either way. I mean, I've watched the Avatar and Harry Potter movies, so yeah I could've handled that lol

I really like the environment they set up with the eagle clan; their culture, their tradition with the eggs, and their bond with the eagles. I hope we get to see more details in the next movie.

The cinematography was amazing, they really nailed it. The sceneries were outstanding. A lot of that stuff reminded me back to Rise, back when it was filled with human life, now sadly the structures are abandoned and overtaken by nature but look pretty either way. The action scenes omg were so engaging and just done so well.

Let's talk about the main characters:

Noa: Great character. He's curious, smart, brave, and compassionate. I know a lot of people wanted him to be Caesar's descendant but i didnt really care about that. I'm excited where his next journey will take us if they have the chance to make a sequel (please 🙏) I'm pretty sure at the end of the film, Noa now has a new view of the world he lives in and now questioning his entire existence lol

Raka: loved him!! I really like how he truly understood what Caesar stood for. I did notice some things he believed were wrong lol but he's got the spirit and would lighten up the mood after what happened with Noa's clan. He's got a good heart, he sacrificed himself for Mae despite knowing her for a very short amount of time after all. Also I refuse to believe he's dead so there's that also and I hope he comes back to guide both Mae and Noa onto the path for the coexistence of both apes and humans.

Soona: I really wish we could've gotten more scenes with her, but I really like her. She's brave, sweet, and a ride or die for both Noa and Anaya. I hope we get to see her more in the next film

Anaya: yall already know cause I made a seperate post lol but loved him and I wish we had more scenes with him as well! I felt so bad for him when we see him again with Proximus, he's been through enough!

Proximus: he was a great villian and I did not like him, which is good! Not all villians need a sad backstory, this dude was clearly only hungry for power. He was twisting Caesar's words, enslaving other apes, killing humans, and wanted access to technology capable of bringing destruction and chaos. He's smart and knows how to be resourceful. I find it funny that he was talking smack about humans yet his way of thinking and actions are similar to the bad side of humanity. I only wish we could've gotten more scenes with him; he was underused and I thought he would have a much bigger role based on the trailers, but I enjoyed his presence overall.

Mae: I've already made a seperate post about her character and I still sorta feel the same way about her. Rewatching it again, I got to sympathize more with her situation. She's a survivor who clearly grew up and was taught misinformation about apes, but after meeting Raka and bonding with Noa; i truly believe she'll come around and change her mind. I believe in her, and I hope we get to see her again and get more of her backstory to understand her better.

The movie was great. The plot, visuals, and acting were so well done. I took about 5 years for them to work on this, and it SHOWS. Their dedication shows that when enough time is given; movies that involve CGI can be done properly. I'm sick of projects being crunched and the visuals ending up looking like 💩 because the teams/artists aren't appreciated enough. I definitely recommend watching at least twice, and I pray for a sequel.

[adaptacy]

If you are taking requests, I have a pairing that I do not ever see enough of: Gale x Durge. Specifically resisting the urge type Durge. Starved for content as I am, I’d be happy with whatever is written about the two. But I’d love something involving Durge nearly killing their lover or the reveal of Durge being one of the orchestrators of the Absolute plot. In game, those scenes feel far too underdeveloped.

Durge playthrough spoilers blow the cut (Shadow-cursed lands, Last Light Inn stuff. No act 3 spoilers)

so, I haven't gotten to that far into my durge playthru but I did get to the part where you try and kill your lover and to nobody's surprise that happened to be Gale!! i was actually kinda terrified that he was going to die bcs, in my defense, I did try to kill Isobel but Marcus or whatever-his-name-was got the last blow on her first and I was devastated that Gale was gonna have to pay the price for my low damage roll. in the end ofc it was worth it cause he tied my durge up and, I mean, who's gonna complain abt that??

ANYWAYS point is, yes, I agree, I wish that scene was more fleshed out too and I am more than happy to oblige and build on the scene that we were given! Also fun fact, I hadn't actually confirmed the relationship with Gale when this scene happened but the night directly after I tried to kill him he showed me his... 'tower'. And given how horny he gets watching tav/durge beat ppl up in the shadow cursed lands, i do not think that was a coincidence LMAO

No Sceleritas here cause I'm just gonna get to the good part :D — also durge here is gonna be sorta resisting the urge, but has more or less been allowing it to fester, just not embracing it.

Gorgeous was an understatement.

Busy days — waking hours occupied by wars, sight filled only with the flashes of spells and showers of blood — were all you knew. Nights were barely any break. Smiles were more common at camp, but given the near complete lack of smiles outside of camp, it wasn't saying much. There wasn't much time to be at camp, as the original mission to rid yourselves of the tadpoles grew messier and messier with every passing battle, and each matter was more pressing than the last.

You didn't mind, really. While you were just as eager to get the incubating creature out of your head as the rest of your group, each new quest and mission brought along with it the promise of bloodshed. Adrenaline. Victory. A momentary but exorbitantly satisfying quenching of your thirst for violence. A thirst you first found unsettling and terrifyingly unfamiliar.

When you first found yourself gazing down at the bloodied body of a stranger, dreaming of the torturous pain they must have felt when they met their fate, you were disgusted. Couldn't believe where your thoughts had wandered.

You'd fought it. Refrained from telling the others for fear of being ridiculed, or losing their trust, or scaring them. For a while, you'd fought it. But scarlet liquids, screams of terror, and slaughter had become your routine.

And gorgeous was an understatement.

Peace. Security. Naivete.

One knee bent, the other lazily stretched out, the bedroll barely containing the length of his body. One hand under his head, the other by his side. His eyes were closed, the soft hazel only ever plagued by a buried longing was hidden from you now. His hair spread over one arm and on the thin straw pillow beneath his head, more messy than he'd ever let it be seen while he was awake.

His right cheekbone had a bruise on it from where he'd hit himself with the butt of his staff while swinging it, and you recalled finding time to chuckle at his mistake in the middle of the battle. Being a few feet away, he'd heard it, and couldn't help but look over at you, his cheeks red from more than the blunt force, his mouth pulled back in an embarrassed smile. The moment of shame had earned him a punch to the side from his opponent moments before Astarion managed to stick them with his own blade, saving Gale from a worse fate.

Even down here, far from the surface, it was warm enough — perhaps from the fire that burned a mere two, maybe three, feet away — for Gale to concede and discard his shirt, resting more comfortably in a pair of indigo pants.

He had been honest about his appetites. His cravings. He was hardly hesitant about revealing that part of himself to you — fortunately, he was plenty aware of the consequences that would be wrought upon you, and the rest of the group, should he risk being unable to consume artifacts if he kept his secret.

Even Astarion, who's affliction was much closer to your own, was honest about his needs. It took a lot longer, and you're not sure how things would have gone over had you not woken up the night he planned to feast on you, but his admission did occur.

You were aware of the risks of your secret. You always yearned for more, even when you were positively drenched in crimson, when you'd been messy enough in your strikes that bathing in the river the following evening caused the water around you to be tainted a diluted red. Everything was temporary. Even the satisfaction derived from fights that left your weapon with such thick clumps of gore that Gale had to hold the shaft while you scrubbed away, as if the fight itself hadn't been taxing enough on your exhausted body.

Yet they all remained unaware. Some picked up on it better than others; Lae'zel's compliments, however shallow they often were, had picked up in frequency as you allowed your hunger to get the best of you, undoubtedly giving you some heartless upper hand against the foes forced to face off against your party. Karlach found you delightful, affectionately doting over you as you imitated her own battle-induced rages, though she didn't quite pick up on your lingering stares or mild smirks when your appetite had been satisfied.

Gale was the closest to discovering the truth. Unsurprising, given your mutual favoritism for one another. When you'd butchered Alfira, you'd been quick to blame wolves. Shadowheart, immediately discomforted at the mention, believed you without a second thought. Lae'zel had jumped to blame the Tiefling's lack of defense. Astarion seemed unbothered at best. The others were too busy mourning the bard's early demise to ask questions.

But he'd found you later, kneeling by the river, just before bed. 'A devastating misfortune she suffered. A sweet, innocent soul. Misfortune is perhaps the only apt term for the loss. Terribly curious, it is — To be so savagely slaughtered by beasts that aren't even native to these woods.'

You remembered freezing, fear flashing in a quick rush across your vision, knowing his eyes were on you, studying your reaction. He was so close. You'd agreed — 'an unfortunate fate indeed' — and he'd said goodnight.

Never again was it brought up. Never again was it questioned.

And gorgeous was an understatement.

That was, perhaps, the worst misfortune of all. He had such undying curiosity about the world, and yet that curiosity never reached you, or your intentions, or your past. Too trusting.

The camp was quiet. Crackling flames, distant whispers from the shadows hanging just beyond the light's reach, and his soft, patterned, blissful breathing. His chest rose and fell, so helplessly gentle.

His staff leaned up against a rock several feet away, alongside with everyone's weapons, save for Astarion, who preferred to keep his daggers close. Today had been no different from the rest; the battles had been taxing, only seeming to increase in difficulty the further you wandered into the shadows. He'd given it his all today, and it had been worth it, as you'd managed yet another day without losing any member of your party. As he'd explained it, the more of the weave he manipulated, the weaker his spells got — at least until he was able to rest.

He lay before you, undoubtedly sapped by the day's events. Defenseless.

And gorgeous was an understatement.

Three bruises. One on his cheekbone, one persistent discoloration that sat in the middle of the dark mark of the orb, and one on his side where he'd been assaulted by the undead in his moment of distraction. In a blink, your fingers grace the bruise on his side, and they tingle. Being fresh, the blemishes swirl a deep purple into his light skin, nearly matching the tint of his pants.

Purple was his best color, wasn't it?

The twitch of your fingertips sends a pulse through your body, and you taste an itch in the back of your throat. The tadpole squirms, you can feel its short wriggle behind your eye, but its control falters. Some other sensation warms your body, easing you into a malleable, thinning consciousness, and your gaze trails slowly, drunkenly, over his torso.

Three bruises. Clear, stuck to his skin like the stars he so fondly recalls. So far from the view of the sky, and yet you find a constellation still. Another blink, and your right leg has crossed over his waist. However forgotten your past is, it grants you a waking dream, as vivid as reality; Gale Dekarios, laying under you much like he was now, his pretty face littered with prettier bruises that dot all the way down to his shoulders, his neck red and swollen, branded by the picturesque imprint of hands.

Your hands.

And gorgeous is an understatement.

It's distinct. The pulse of his arteries, teasing the gift of blood beneath his skin, purring under your fingers as they push, your thumbs hitched underneath his jaw, pressuring the veins. Your own heart is thumping, encouraging your desires, urging you to indulge.

You've tasted vindication like this before. When you awoke to the spectacle of Alfira's maimed corpse, there was serenity like nothing you knew possible. It came underlined by pride, your work preciously appalling, and you relished the piece, the art macabre and perfect.

The sweeter the canvas, the finer the design.

Gale was nothing if not sweet.

"My — Hardly the sight I was expecting to wake to."

Another blink, and his bruises are gone, save for the contusion on his cheek. Absent are the inscriptions of your hands on his neck, and his hazel eyes are revealed to you once more. Though you don't remember moving it, your hand presses against the black circle on his chest, palm pining for his throat.

You're unable to move. Unable to control yourself. Unable to win back your own consciousness. Gale props himself up on his elbows. His heart rate has picked up, and yet you don't sense fear. The curiosity in his eyes is familiar. The quirk in his left eyebrow and the smirk playing on the corner of his mouth is not.

"I do assume you meant to wake me, eventually. No harm," he says, gaze narrowing, and your lack of a response makes him huff out a chuckle, or at least part of one, as it only lasts a beat. Your eyes are pinned to his throat, reaching to find the comfort of your imagination's lens again, but your dream has been interrupted. At last, your eyes meet his, and it's the hazel that causes the tadpole to squirm again, awakening your senses once more. Gale moves one of his hands to rest on your waist, and his head recoils ever so slightly. "You look uncomfortable. What's wrong?" He asks, and you're able to sense a less pleasant curiosity, but it's still free of fearful influence.

"I'm going to kill you. You have to stop me."

His eyes widen, and still, there is no fear. He doesn't believe you. "A rather twisted joke... Not one I find particularly humorous. Albeit, humor is subjective, although–"

"I killed Alfira. You're next. No time – you have to stop me," you huff, and your confession brings on a raging headache, unlike any pain you've ever felt before. You lean forward, teeth grit as you groan, and Gale squeezes your hip for a moment. Though the reverberations in your head are overwhelming at the least, you finally catch a hint of fear from the wizard, and you're thankful for it. At least a part of you is, though the beast that brings on your headache is only bubbling to a rage, furious that you would dare turn against your thoughts. You've not committed a betrayal against your own conscience, but instead, betrayed your destiny, refusing some urge that is larger than yourself.

With what little remaining control you have, you push yourself off of him, and he's quick to rise to his feet. Your eyes squeeze closed, fighting the unwelcome entity with the rest of your energy, though given your excursions earlier in the day, that energy is quickly dwindling. Your knees press to the dirt, the heels of your palms pressing to your temples as you keel over, an aggressive, roaring nausea plaguing your senses, soon joined by an even more violent malignity that rips into your control as though it means to test you.

You want him dead.

A wonderful bath his blood would provide — A marvelous crack his bones would sing — A remarkable terror he could feel. He will suffer.

There's a firm squeeze on your arms as they're yanked behind your back, and you writhe, fighting your cravings as they fight your containment. The hold is followed by a burning scrape on your wrists as they are hastily, and uncomfortably tightly, bound by rope. Your head swings, but Gale manages to pull back in time, his reflex causing his grip to falter, and you fall to your side, rolling towards his bedroll.

He frowns, eyebrows pinched inward and he kneels in place, a few paces away, reading the situation and assessing just how much of a threat you pose. Gale glances at where Shadowheart and Karlach lie, still miraculously sleeping soundly despite the struggle occurring no more than two yards from where they reside. His attention returns to you. "Easy. Should you retain any control, I merely request that you refrain from indulging in... whatever your intentions may have been. Greedy as it may be, an explanation certainly wouldn't hurt."

There's a command, conjuring as a sensation rather than a verbal declaration, and it rings through your entire body. You're unable to decipher the apparition's ambition, but your muscles act nonetheless. It fights — you fight — against the rope, and there's a flare of savage discontent when you're unable to free yourself. "You're better off as my prey! You will suffer a purgatory worse than any of the hells could manage," you bark, and your words are not your own. The control he speaks of is entirely silenced, leaving you an unwilling vessel, forced to submit to the will of your past.

"Not the answer I would have preferred, but an answer nonetheless. Yelling will only stir the others from their slumber, and I predict they won't be as understanding as yours truly. You should consider taking up a quieter tone," he advises, and you growl, forcing rashes into your wrists as you wage a war on your binds.

"I will spill your blood before this night is through!" You yell again, and Karlach shifts where she sleeps, stirring a flash of worry in his expression. "Wake them! I'll slaughter them all the same!"

Gale cringes, conflicted for only a moment before he overcomes his internal argument, and he quickly rushes to your side. You bite at him with a rabid ferocity, and he sits behind you, pulling your body closer to his own, even as you squirm and fight him. Shadowheart mumbles, bordering on the edge of lucidity, and Gale curses out a whispered "Godsdamn it." He huffs, irritated just as much as he is scared, and his palm presses to your mouth, his thumb keeping your jaw shut — or at least trying to keep it shut — as your head is pulled against his shoulder.

You mumble, fervently antagonizing him, your muffled words being split up only by the subtle flinching of your jaw as you attempt to bite at his hand, all to no avail. His grasp is tight, nearly rough, keeping you as restrained as possible, and he watches Karlach and Shadowheart with apprehensive dread, his focus painfully split between concern for you and fear of you.

Gale looks down at you, his expression firm and yet, against all odds and expectations, somehow understanding, even if it is incredibly mild. "I've seen you tear apart the most ferocious of beasts. Foes that would make Bhaal himself tremble. You always prevail. You must defeat this — whatever it is." He nods, but his encouragement is not what you want to hear; you thirst for his terror, you thirst for his pleading, you want to see him tremble. His tone softens, and he squeezes your jaw, almost tenderly. "I'm right here. No blood will be shed tonight. Fight to your heart's content; I will not give in. You cannot give in, either."

Your heart is all that remains of your better judgement, and it aches at his promise, though the guilt and appreciation is quickly whisked away by your burning rage, your need for violence. You persist, as does he, correcting your every shift, no matter how exhausted he grows. Certainly the most stern you've ever seen him — more disciplined than you knew he could be, but you have little room in your mind to process that. You despise the way that he cares, the fact that he is just gentle enough not to injure you as he restricts you, the understanding in his expression, the near nurturing tone he takes on.

Yet it's the affection that eventually subsides your bloodlust, willing it to retire, however angry it remains. Angry at the loss, angry at the incompetence, angry at the devotion. Devotion to the wrong subject. Gale wins, ultimately — and by some affiliation, so too do you. A temporary victory, you're well-aware, but even if it isn't permanent, your body becomes your own, your thoughts and feelings along with it.

Exhaustion is the first burden you bear upon your return, and Gale is hesitant to ease his grasp on you, but he takes the risk, and you can't muster the energy to move away from him. Your head pangs with a narrow pain, manifesting as a faint ringing in your ears, and your wrists sear with sharp bites from the fraying rope. His hand releases your mouth, shifting quickly to your shoulder as your torso threatens to fall over, your buried rancor having completely wasted away the last of your energy.

Gale sighs, his own muscles easing up as he inches backwards, allowing you to lean more comfortably, and with a bit more stability, against his chest. One of his arms stays displayed over your abdomen, quite possibly still a little worried you might lash out again, and you didn't blame him for exercising caution. You lean into him, mostly because you lack the energy to do much else, but also because you want him to understand that you are beyond appreciative. "I'm sorry," you mumble, your voice hoarse and barely above a whisper — barely audible at all, really.

"I know. You're okay. Rest now, you'll certainly require some form of rejuvenation if we intend on defeating Ketheric and... Well, repressing whatever it is that you find yourself cursed with. And I assure you, I do so unquestionably intend on assisting you with your affliction. After all, I'm quite fond of my vitals, and I've no interest in seeing them spilled." Gale's tone is almost lighthearted, but genuine still.

His arm releases you, and he guides you to rest your head in his lap, allowing you to experience a little more comfort. Your eyes close, and you fear sleep — you know the possible horrors you could cause when you're left defenseless against your bloodlust — but you feel it taking you nonetheless. Gale doesn't untie you, not yet anyways, and it provides the slightest of reassurances. Worst case scenario, you know that, should the urge take advantage of your rest, Gale will expect it this time.

"Perhaps a poor time for confessions," he begins, his hand brushing stray hairs from your face, "But I must admit, the notion of you becoming lost to that rage is not a concept I'm anywhere near comfortable with. Keeping my heart beating is one motivation, and a strong one at that — but I hope you understand that keeping you safe is also immensely important to me. In all honesty, I'm... not sure what I'd do without you. I worry enough witnessing your engagement in the violent affairs we do so often find ourselves tangling with." Gale pauses, and clears his throat, shifting nervously. "Apologies, pay me no mind — A little shaken up, I fear my feelings may be getting the best of me. Rest. We'll reconvene come morning."

[facelesssforestgirl]

I think Orekoto switches out with Mikoto more than this one time. He is actually out a lot.

Mikoto says he has been forgetting things more and more in his interrogation and Orekoto causes Mikoto to lose time every time they’re switched.

After learning that MILGRAM was not in fact a reality show, Mikoto grew really scared of his friends. He was the only sane person surrounded by crazy people. For all he knew, they could kill him in his sleep. He wasn’t a murderer. That had to be a lie.

Mikoto kept up the names and became overwhelmingly friendly, hoping the killers will like him enough to NOT kill him.

Orekoto knows that Mikoto’s ideas of cutesy nicknames and friendliness isn’t a good way of winning them over. In the mini comics, Mikoto’s attitude changes sorta and he becomes charismatic, calling Haruka by his actual name. Orekoto has taken over.

Orekoto mingles with everyone to check out who is an actual threat to Mikoto. Orekoto knows that Mikoto is not as he seems and the killers surrounding them are probably the same.

With that knowledge in mind, they are all still murderers. No one actually speaks of the crimes they’ve committed. There is always a chance death. Orekoto is probably the answer to the mystery of when does Mikoto actually sleep(sounds are heard all throughout the night). Mikoto sleeps and Orekoto keeps watch.

Mikoto’s fear is blocking the view for Orekoto to protect him.

The only difference now in the switch is that Mikoto has “broken” and Orekoto is pissed. He is ready to kill.

ES is in trouble.

[pendinghope]

Okay this is just a neat lil vent post. So the rest is just me rambling about random things.

Okay I’ve warned you and you’re still reading for some reason so uh hi. My brain’s just been a little too loud for me recently. Ah I guess I can talk about my blog lore. The reason I created this was when I was going through an existential crisis and just needed an outlet. And rambling about shows helped. So now when my mind is too loud I tuck into this tiny corner and wrap myself up in happiness. It’s sorta comforting. I’ve never been good at writing in a journal but for some reason just typing like this helps. Puts my mind at ease and lets me rant about my interests. It’s calming.

Been listening to the song alive by rose on loop for the past few days cause I need the stimulation and no other noise was working. On a side note I only found the song a few days ago as well. It’s nice. Kinda reminds me of the Christian music I heard as a kid. Side note: I grew up Christian, now though I don’t really believe but still view it as part of me. Even if I can’t believe old habits and mindsets remain. it's a comfort i miss but not one i find myself regaining. not yet anyway

on another note i get sick when im stressed. or overthinking. or both. stress now makes me physically ill so ive been trying to find ways to stop that from happening. the way it makes me ill is typically me vomiting. so now im trying out meditation. it seems to help a bit but maybe i should do it more to decreass my stress sooner then letting it build up. i guess i just need to get more used to it. calming myself. not tensing as much.

ah im compiling a list of dramas i watch with detective in the name. i love my detective dramas so i find it fun. now, not all of these i have watched yet but they match so: (^w^) hehe~ anyway: zombie detective, vampire detective, ghost detective, insect detective. so many with similar titles and i love them. my roommate is a detective is also in the list but i want to do the most similar titles first and then extend it. ah i love zombie detective so much. and vampire detective has a beautiful team who protect each other to hell and back and i am here for it. man i need to finish that show.

ah im feeling better so i shall get going for now. Have a wonderful day/night!

[violent-j]

Ever notice how older Juggalos are rude and gatekeepy as fuck? Like, I was browsing R/Juggalo and someone posted selfies of themself in their face paint asking to make some wicked clown friends and the comments were filled with "Elder Juggalos" calling them a Juggaho and an attention whore and telling them to go outside. Like, y'all were a kid trying to find a community once too and now that you have it this is what you're doing to someone who was exactly like you at one point? God y'all are fucking terrible. Makes me scared to interact with anyone above the age of 25 who's a Juggalo to be honest. I'm sorry for the unnecessary dump of information I just had to put it somewhere where someone would understand.

yeah i mean. outside of tumblr i don’t really go on the internet that much, so maybe i’m not the right one to ask. but i can see why you’d be put out by interactions like that.

the ‘older vs. younger/longtime vs. new fan’ friction is something that happens in kinda every fanbase ever, if you look around. gatekeeping is a bummer, but that’s sorta just what happens when any familiar landscape starts to change, it makes people uncomfortable en they start pushing back. in the case of ICP, there’s been such a huge wave of new (and reeeeally young) juggalos lately (i think cause of tiktok and homestuck getting more popular again & stuff?), so the landscape is changing like …….. a lot. & incredibly fast.

from what i’ve seen on this blog, it seems like a really high proportion of the newer and younger fans getting into ICP are also blogging about topics like dissociative identity disorder/systems/alters, being neurodivergent, neopronouns, xenogenders, OCs, furry stuff. i’m personally all for minding my own business and letting people talk about whatever they want (especially when they’re minors, like what the fuck? leave ‘em alone), but yknow. that ‘type’ of fan is understandable really, really different from the type of fan who grew up 30 years ago. yknow? i’m a young person, i’m intersex and queer, and even i don’t really ‘get’ what a xenogender is. if i was a cishet white guy born in 1980 who only uses reddit and facebook, i’d probably be confused as shit.

not defending anyone being a gatekeepy/bigoted/sexist asshole, but it’s something to consider when you’re wondering where all the hate is stemming from (i.e., discomfort). with a ton of new, wildly different fans starting to enter an established fan community, there’s some likelihood of people getting defensive and reacting immaturely about it.

ULTIMATELY THO …….. pls remember, people are basically always more shitty on the internet than in real life. if you show up to the Gathering or a local show, i think you’ll find people to be a lot more welcoming. any self-proclaimed ‘juggalo authority’ who wastes their days posting insults on reddit is a crusty piece of shit and not worth your time, if you ask me.

listen to the music if you want, wear facepaint if you want, go to a show if you want. being a juggalo is about not giving a fuck and watching out for your homies, & anyone who’s doing anything to the contrary has strayed from the path. focus on the clown love, don’t let shallow dumbasses posting on some website ruin shit for you.

[keyh0use]

also the rest of the pogues reaction n toppers

okay wait so I actually wrote out a whole big thing for the Sarah one (and I had intended to put the pogues reactions there too) and it just won't let me finish it. or post it as is, which is super annoying so I'll give the rundown here Sarah definitely knew something was up with Rafe as soon he started sorta kinda dating Barry, she just didn't know what. Her and Wheezie teamed up to try and sneak a peek at his phone or weasel information out of Kelce and Topper but came out empty-handed. After ending her relationship with Topper and joining the pogues, her relationship with Rafe grew tense and they stopped hanging out at all, every interaction ending in argument. She came across him and Barry by a stroke of luck, I would think like while at a bookstore she tagged along with Pope to and catches Rafe carrying around a stack of books for the guy he's trailing after. Sarah watches them from behind a bookshelf and Rafe is laughing at something the man leaned over to whisper and they're bumping shoulders like they've been friends forever. Rafe pays for the books <3 (its a tiny little store, they probably cost like $2 altogether but it makes Barry giddy and turn away to smile) Sarah is left feeling so confused because since when did Rafe have a friend on the cut? Since when did Rafe make new friends at all? They even seemed more buddy-buddy than he is with Topper. After bringing up her weird discovery with the pogues they come to a collective agreement that there's no way Rafe isn't scheming to hurt them or something So they make a plan to hunt down Rafe and stalk him, ending up at a pub where he sits across from the stranger Sarah saw him with at the library. From where the group is hiding it looks like Rafe is blushing, unable to hold eye contact with the man leaning over the table and grinning at him. Then JJ is like wait, seriously, guys? I thought you said Rafe was hanging out with some strange man? That's just Barry. And when he gets a bunch of confused looks in response, he says in disbelief, you know, Rafe's boyfriend? Local drug dealer? Anybody? No? Once the protesting dies down, JJ tells them about how Barry made this new rule that clients weren't allowed coming over after 7 and how his father was pissed and complained about it all the time. And then one day his dad drove over there right at the cutoff to beg and from the truck JJ could see the two cuddled up by a bonfire. Rafe was in Barry's lap and they definitely kissed and the dealer looked beyond annoyed at the interruption but he ran in and got the stuff anyway just to get rid of Maybank Sr. Personally, JJ didn't care and he wasn't all that surprised either. Customer falling for their dealer? Classic. They're all staring through the window then, watching Barry take Rafe's hand as he sips beer. Kiara makes a joke about being sick to her stomach, that dating a drug dealer is low even for someone like Rafe. That the two together are going to tear up the whole damn island and cause havoc. That someone (Sarah) should step in and say something Pope definitely disagrees. He's been on Rafe's shit-list for a long time and he'd love for the kook to be too busy hanging off Barry's arm rather than swinging a golf club at innocent people. John B. doesn't think Rafe deserves to be happy. I mean, a few of them don't but he agrees that they should just leave the two alone to destroy each other. And makes a statement that hopefully being busy with someone else will keep the focus off them Sarah is really upset. There's no way after the events of the show (even season 1) Rafe is too possessive of this one thing that gets to be only his. Of course Sarah doesn't know that. She just knows her big brother who has never been on a date or taken anyone to midsummers is suddenly in a serious relationship and JJ knew before her.

Rafe and Sarah used to gossip and cover for each other and now he's been spending who knows how long down on the cut messing around with someone who makes his addictions worse. And Sarah didn't know.

She definitely cries about the downfall of their once close relationship and isn't sure if it's mendable.

[sylvanas-girlkisser]

@manic-pixie-dick-girl replied to your post “How would you prefer I refer to the mechs as well...”:

Thinking on this a bit more. I think there's something sort of... Alienating, maybe... About reading numerals in fiction. It feels a bit artificial to me. Not sure if that's an everyone thing or a me thing. But that may very well be the vibe you want given that it's a hybrid human-machine consciousness you're talking about! In which case I'd use the full model + number.

​So this gave me a lot to think about - or maybe its just the fever making me think very slowly -.-'

Like cause yeah we are dealing with machine-human hybrids here, but in an, IMO unconventional way based heavily off having to read "the cyborg manifesto" and watch "all watched over by machines of loving grace".

All the mechs in Tungsten Rose have AIs built into them, but they're not BT7274 or Cortana, they're like... cmd+space on a mac. They can't talk, they're not actually conscious, but they're able to take cognitive load off the pilot e.g. by switching command protocol for their drones based off circumstances, or fixing a typo they keep making while texting.

The human-machine hybrid I'm thinking off, is more along the lines of like, someone driving their car, or controlling a character in a video game. Like when you're turning left in a car, you think "i'm going to turn left", not "i'm going to turn my car to the left".

I loathe the term "realism" in regards to scifi/fantasy, but that is sorta what I'm going for here. The pilot's perception isn't elevated by plugging their brain into a super computer, its elevated by the fact that they're constantly getting readouts for 17 billion different sensors.

Humans are notoriously bad at telling distances by eye, so one of the more subtle ways I try to show this effect is by the fact that when inside their mechs, pilots always know how far away something is: because they have laser range finders, and its not any more of a conscious act for them to use it, than it is for me to mount up after combat in wow.

All that to say, a big theme in Tungsten Rose is: if you spend enough time preparing for war, you'll eventually start one. And the knights are very much the embodiment of this concept.

Mar and Kista have both been piloting mechs since they were 4 years old. They have undergone rigorous training and a lot of highly invasive surgery, because they grew up being told that one day the fascists will return and try to destroy their home and culture.

And because of this. Because they spent so much of their lives interacting with the world through the filter of a warmachine, and because they can't touch their own face without feeling subdermal armor, everything becomes an act of war.

They aren't able to take a step back, and realize they're essentially dragging the world into a war over who gets to take the pretty girl to the ball. It becomes filtered through the war machine. "It's not about my emotions, I'm protecting the princess, I'm protecting my people, I'm fighting against evil."

All this is to say, i kinda like just using numbers now, even though thats by far the least popular in the poll, specifically because it's so dehumanizing.

[illusionaryneil]

@go-go-devil tagged me to list 8 shows to get to know me better!!

Invader Zim: grew up watching invader zim a lot cause my dad is a huge fan of the show! i initially was sorta frightened by it, but over the years it has definitely become of my favorite shows of all time! it has been a massive inspiration for me and my art and it is just one of those shows i feel like i can watch over and over and love it more with each watch!

Futurama: honestly not sure how much i can say, it is just one of my favorite shows to revisit and fully rewatch lol!

SpongeBob SquarePants Early Seasons: grew up watching the first 3 seasons a ton because i had them on dvd, and it is one of the few shows where i adore every single episode!

The Midnight Gospel: one of the handful of shows that helped me a lot during early 2020. it is absolutely beautiful and still absolutely destroys me so much. really need to rewatch it soon!

Gregory Horror Show: after years of knowing about this show, i finally watched it a year or two ago and i absolutely love it! the artstyle and characters are a ton of fun!

What We Do in the Shadows: probably one of the funniest shows i have watched in a while but it also has some of my favorite character relationships in any media it is really good! having been a huge fan of the original movie, this is an absolutely amazing follow up and takes that original concept and makes it even better!

Keep Your Hands off Eizouken: another of the handful of shows that helped me a lot during early 2020 lol! it has an absolutely beautiful artstyle and all of the characters are wonderful!! lot of really nice memories just waiting too watch new episodes when they released and even watching them in class freshman year lol!

Doctor Who: one that i have loved for years now! not really sure how i discovered it, but instantly fell in love with the show with the 4th doctor and 9th doctor runs of the show and have been watching in ever since! just a lot of fun!

gonna tag @muma-kitty, @dread-knight, @livingzombiiie, and @smsnsa, but also if you see this and want to do this as well, go ahead!! don't feel pressured to join if i tagged though!! also feel free to tag me i love learning about shows lol!!

[storm-driver]

ep 24/25 : aight, reign storm. the first two-parter/one-hour special. i didnt watch this live back then because i was REALLY young and hadnt developed an interest for danny phantom yet. so someone correct me if im getting this wrong. was this a two-part special that was split into two episodes, or was it just a big one-hour block? the source im using to watch this has it split into two parts.

so immediately i need to be the child that grew up in the 2010s and point out the neural receptors in the ectoskeleton suit reminded me of the fucking springlocks in the fnaf suits and im so fucking childish, FUCK.

FNAF STOLE FROM DANNY PHANTOM???

anyways, reign storm actually was a lot better than i remembered. i don't think this episode appealed to me much as a kid since the action was sorta sparse, but i appreciate it a lot more this time around, how the episode paces itself.

ghost king pariah dark is unleashed by dumbass masters teehee, and now danny has to deal with the consequences!!!! rest in shit, king

so immediately this episode sets up for valerie and danny to get proper relationship development down the line by having them bond over getting hounded at school. plus when the ghost invasion starts, and they're forced to work together as huntress and phantom, it's a genuine pact. valerie still doesn't trust him, but she can recognize the real threat when she sees it.

i wanna point out, the fact that every single ghost was so fucking afraid of pariah that they deliberately threw themselves into the human world is such a show of power for pariah himself. EVERY GHOST that danny knows RAN. EVERYONE WAS SCARED.

skulker scouting out the area right outside the portal after pinning danny and just commandeering everyone to flee was kinda awesome. also, danny throwing himself down the stairs into the lab and sliding across the floor to act as the sole barricade against a ghost invasion was ALSO cool, but in a "oh fuck" kinda way, yknow.

pointdexter is the only ghost out of the invading bunch who kinda acknowledges that what they're doing isn't exactly good, shoving humans out of establishments because they need a home to stay in. and i appreciate that the most human-like ghost besides danny has some humanity and pity for everyone else. except it's immediately hilarious bc skulker points out they're all just living in stores and not actual houses, so props to ghosts for not evicting people from their homes LMAO

when danny tries to get info from the other ghosts, it's showcased as everyone sitting around a campfire while skulker recites the legends about the ghost king. except it's also a gag bc they're just in a lil store with a shitty fake campfire to act as the mood lighting and the visual gags in this show are so fucking underappreciated, i refuse to let anyone ignore this image.

the lore behind the ghost king is interesting to me from a canon standpoint because i cant really imagine where it would've gone from here if it ever got brought up again? the crown and ring being such powerful relics that only fiercely powerful ghosts can even wear them is interesting, but then i need to wonder what constitutes a ghost being powerful enough to wield it? could danny feasibly do it? or anyone else in this room? it never gets brought up again, but i would love if it was in the novels, since pariah was briefly seen in some of the panels.

this shot of danny screaming WE MIGHT ALL DIE, BUT LET'S DIE TOGETHER is great btw, love this kid

also, it never gets brought up again in the episode, but a random shitty fenton probe gets launched into the ghost zone and it never does anything for the rest of the runtime, what even was that.

danny is fed up with vlad lowkey being the cause of this whole mess and outright goes to give him shit for it, then when vlad gets cocky and insists he's controlling the whole chess game, danny loses his temper and just SLAMS HIM. the angry ghost eyes, the lamppost breaking so he can clock vlad without worry of being seen. vlad accusing danny of fighting just like he does, cold and dirty, and danny screaming back "I AM NOTHING LIKE YOU" it's all SO GOOD. IT'S ACTUALLY GREAT??? i wonder if they ever expand on this (they dont.)

once pariah gets the ring back and it's Looking Dire, that's when danny realizes *ahem*

he's not strong enough on his own to fight pariah, but his parents come in clutch again with the ectoskeleton. but still has imposed risk with how the suit just drains your life force, even if it makes your power output a hundred-fold stronger. so danny riding this thing into battle is do or die.

i appreciate the moment where valerie attempts to pilot the suit because she's realized the same thing, the suicide mecha thing is the only hope they have for fighting back. but danny, in a slight joking manner (but also incredibly kind-hearted way to sorta save valerie???) slaps the hood off her face to expose her and make her father panic. and grabs the suit for himself to pilot.

they weren't kidding when they said it was a death wish, the entire lead up to the final fight is framed as danny's last words he might say to his friends. everyone's sad, but trying to be hopeful. danny himself finally gets to rebuke the stupid fuckin invisobill name and tell everyone what his ACTUAL name is, and it actually sticks, too. people use the phantom title from here on and it just feels right.

the actual fight itself is a little goofy fun. danny gets to fuck around with the obscene power of the mecha suit, which has a blue light as opposed to a green one, i like that teehee. it's pretty obvious this was the episode that burned the fucking budget of this show though, there is a lot of needless cgi where i would've gotten the point from hand drawn frames. still, it's fun to watch shit explode violently, so the skeletons just BLOWING UP after a while was good fun.

the other ghosts make a last-second return to help danny fight pariah's army of ghosts, so that danny himself can devote himself to fighting pariah. poindexter looks so fucking funny in this shot tho dude, like wtf is he even gonna do here. he is Actually just a dude.

i would've liked to see more physicality in the fight itself, since danny is sorta just getting his ass beat while showcasing how stupid strong pariah is for DEALING with every kick danny is throwing at him. he only gets the upperhand slightly bc the mecha is able to give danny enough power to FINALLY DUPLICATE HIMSELF PROPERLY. which HELL YEAH KING, GET IT. bro was so upset when kwan did it accidentally in the other episode, and now danny gets to relish in it, even if briefly. he DESERVES a tiny victory, good for him.

so specifically with fight choreography, i feel the show would still benefit way more if they'd kept the person who did the storyboarding for fright knight. which i went back to check who that was, and i think it's Ray Angrum? he's the only consistent name between fright knight, public enemies, and pirate radio, which are the three episodes that looked the most distinct. though he is mentioned to have done at least SOME storyboarding for reign storm, but i have a feeling it wasn't the final fight sequences. or at least, not all of them.

the resolution feels just a lil too cheeky since danny casually shoots the crown off pariah's head and that makes him freak out for a second. which gives danny the time to throw pariah into the coffin again and try to keep it shut. but oops, he lowkey forgot the suit is KILLING HIM and there is absolutely no way he could keep it shut for however long it would take pariah to get tired, and danny sorta resigns himself to probably dying on this hill.

except, last second save, vlad shows up with the same key that started this whole mess and locks the coffin. it's nice to see that vlad did at least care for danny enough to save him from dying. dragging him back home and ensuring he was safe before hauling away with the ectoskeleton for a future episode.

he also...made a deal with the fright knight? allegedly?? but that ALSO never gets brought up again, so fuck me i guess for being curious.

the episode ends off with danny phantom being the accepted name for the ghost boy, and most people's opinions have changed about him. which is nice to see his previous screw-ups are able to be forgiven and danny has a chance to be respected for his selfless acts. it's a nice lead-in for the rest of the season, and i honestly think this special could've acted as a good launch point directly after memory blank. maybe if memory blank had gotten the one-hour treatment and this kinda episode came right after as a two-parter, it'd make the lead-in for season 2 feel a lot better paced.

as far as the episode by itself goes, i liked it. there's a lot of time dedicated to making sure the weight and pacing of everything feels right. episode times are even extended past the typical 22-minute mark in the second half because the fight at the end probably ran long with the resolution scene they wanted.

nothing really felt cut except for danny suddenly getting the upperhand in the final fight. but even then, he didn't just win. he was FIGHTING with his entire life to keep pariah stuck in the coffin and barely managed to do it long enough to make sure that it locked.

there's little moments scattered throughout the episode that help with the pacing. the suit getting built and showcased, the ghosts that fled trying to mesh with their new homes in the human world, conversations and short moments between vlad and danny, or valerie, or the other fentons. jazz herself helps cover for danny at one point right before the ghost invasion and sam just fuckign looks at her like ???? thanks but???? IT'S HYSTERICAL. but also, it's just nice to see a cohesive story with all of its elements getting the right amount of screen time. whoever handled the writing for this episode, props to you, you did great.

this definitely deserved the one-hour treatment as a special, and im glad to watch it again as an adult, with a little more appreciation for all the pieces i get to put together. im eager to see if the novel takes anything established here and does something with it. and im also eager to see if ultimate enemy and reality trip hold up as much as reign storm. i have a feeling it'll be different, but i do love this show and i'll gladly watch more of it for even a crumb of stuff like this.

WE'RE DOING A NEW POST FOR SEASON 2, HERE WE GO

(link to the season 1 post here, check the notes for each episode)

[everythingisblue-if]

Okay but what if mc said 'i love you ' for the first time totally random. Like the ros we're doing something so mundane and then mc just sorta blurts it out and then turns into a tomato.

Sorry for my hiatus, everybody…🫣

Lane

Lane pauses on the top button of his shirt. His eyes widen slightly as he stares into his wardrobe closet. He lets his hand fall loose from his shirt, and slowly turns around to look at you. He was quiet during this movement, and so were you as you didn’t understand the effect of saying those three little words until you heard them out loud. You glance at Lane, who catches your side eye, and you begin to worry.

He stares into your eyes, a moment of hesitation flickering in his eyes before he opened his mouth. “Could you please repeat yourself?”

You look away from him, leaning your head to the side as if contemplating what to say. “I…” you croak, but no other words were spoken.

Lane purses his lips, but confidence grew large inside of him. He looks you up and down, taking note of your red face and shaky breaths. The corner of his lip rose before falling back down. “I love you, as well.”

You lift your head, but he had already turned back to face the closet once more. Your eyebrows rose, your mouth open in shock. But Lane didn’t notice as he continued to unbutton his shirt.

Simon

Simon halts his hands that were playing with your fingers. He breathes in deeply and moves his blue eyes towards your face, which was quickly turned away from him. He bit the inside of his cheek to keep himself from laughing, but his smile ultimately gave it away.

He pulls your hand up to his mouth, taking a tiny pause before kissing your thumb softly. He watches you hold your breath, and his smile fully breaks through. “I wish I would have known that you felt this way.”

You close your eyes for a second to let the embarrassment wash over you, even as Simon was continuing pecking the rest of your fingers.

He kisses your pinky finger last, and with that, he looks upon you again, a smooth smile drawn back onto his face. “Then I would have told you first.”

Henery

Henery sits with you at the top of a tree in the middle of the forest. He stares at you as you cling to the post of the tree, your feet trying to find solace on one of the branches. Henery was leaning comfortably back on the tree, watching the clearing below. But now he was tense.

He never looked at you, and you believed that it was better to come face-to-face with him after that moment. But situations never slow down Henery’s words. “Shh. The animals could have heard you.”

You felt a little lucky that he didn’t comment on the subject of your words, but that didn’t stop you from making a warranted eye roll. Your nails scrape against the bark as you try again to find your footing. This causes the leaves to shake from your sitting branch, which presents an annoyed expression from Henery.

You give him an apologetic smile, all the while continuing to make noise. Henery sighs heavily, grabbing his satchel, ready to give up for the day. But not before he looks into your embarrassed eyes. “If I were to tell you that I loved you, would you have been silent?”

B

B stops in the middle of polishing their armor, and they lift their head, their eyes making contact with yours across the table. Your eyes widened, and you look everywhere else but them. B hesitantly set down their armor, releasing the cloth from their grip.

B lets out a small laugh after a moment of silence, and you look down, wallowing in your self-pity. “Hey…”

You glance up, your eyes meeting theirs. You let out a bated breath as you watched B smile, their white teeth on display. You felt a little pressure relieved from you, but your heart was beating faster than usual.

B’s eyes showed full compassion and love as they spoke to you. “I love you, too. I…love you more than anything.”

Samara

Samara smirks silently to herself, and you never saw her expression as she was leaning over a paper she was writing on. Hunched over the desk, her heart raced a little, but she felt satisfied.

Looking over her shoulder, she catches you staring at her—waiting. She gives you a small smile, but you still felt a little embarrassed over your words. “Don’t fret, sweetheart. That was…nice.”

Your forehead wrinkles, and your worry increases. “‘Nice’?”

Chucking your red hair over her shoulder, she gives you a dazzling smile. “Yes. I love you, and that is nice.”

M

M grunts as they roll out the dough on the cutting board. You weren’t sure if they heard you, but if they did, they seemed clueless. You twiddle your thumbs in your lap, sitting on top of the island in the castle kitchen. You watch M closely and carefully, trying to gauge any reactions to your confession.

But they seemed concentrated on rolling out the dough perfectly. You weren’t expecting to say the words again, and you were glad to feel the relief of not knowing M’s answer. You stare at them, quietly watching them cut the dough roughly.

They cut the dough slowly, tracing an invisible outline. You cock your head, trying to decipher the shape they were cutting. After pieces fell from the shape, M finally looked at you, a smile gracing their lips. They turn the cutting board towards you, and you look down to see the heart-shaped dough.

Your heart warms a little, but it then fades as you realize that they heard you. But M’s smile is steady and they give you a wink. “And I love you.”

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Thank you very much for the ask, Anon. This was a long-winded one lol, but I’m glad I dared to finish it instead of putting it off. Thanks! ❤️👑

[padawansuggest]

Okay so I’m not reblogging the original post cause I made it sorta long and I don’t wanna clog up anyone’s dashes and such, but I have some more ideas. I tagged the post ‘Mandalorians adopt ferals’ and all posts with that will be tagged that too, so, follow that to find more.

I’ve decided that the Jedi creche has wookie creche masters (I don’t care what AU it is literally my fave characters of any AU will always be wookie creche masters. They give the BEST hugs and tell super old stories and even have pics of Yoda as a youngling) and so when a Mando’ade Wookie approaches Jaster and Jango to get their ferals something to eat and blankets, Jaster and Jango actually expect the ex-jetti to be a little more nervous about this massive wookie comin up on them.

But Xanatos and Obi-Wan were temple raised and that instills a lifetime of reaction in them. They are attentive and listen quietly to the nice wookie that just wants to give them blankets and food (they were super nice and gave Obi-Wan post-starvation portions but he’s kinda grumpy that Xanatos got more spices than him but he’s less likely to throw it up if they give him a little more flavor) and they’re finally warm and fed and ready to just… give up and let someone else fix this shit.

There are a lot of Sith headcanons out there and idk and idc about most of them, because I don’t really like any Sith AUs, but I like the idea that without the force to compound his anger, Xanatos is just beyond exhausted. He’s depressed and exhausted and can’t stop crying and self hatred and can’t stop thinking about what he’s done but also what Qui-Gon has done to him (and now, to Obi-Wan too) and he’s just done. That drive he had for revenge and power is just gone. He just wants to sleep a million years.

Obi-Wan, on the other hand, is sort of still terrified. He’s surrounded by Elders rn and he’s been running for his fucking life from just about everyone he meets for a solid 6 months now, he’s gone through torture and slavery and now that his collar is off again, he can FEEL the love and concern these adults are giving him, but it’s still terrifying.

He clings to Jango (and sort of Myles, who was the one to help remove the collar) because younger (tho still 20-22) and oddly enough, the nice wookie. He still grew up in the creche and him and Xanatos know that Wookies love cubs more than just about anything. So. Jango. Maybe Myles. Def the nice old Wookie who says he’s 1.6k years old. That’s mega old. And he supports the new Mand’alor???? So Jaster must be a good guy if he’s got support from a Wookie who also supported Tarre Viszla too.

By the time Dooku shows up it’s to see his ex-grandpadawan in a depressed slump on a cot (Jaster is swapping between running their forces to find the Death Watch so they can get off this planet and find some mind healers, and taking care of the tired man in his tent trying to become one with the mattress) and his OTHER ex-grandpadawan hiding from everyone except the alor’ade and a nice wookie who’s wrapped him up in blankets and such, lookin half starved and changed into someone’s kid’s overalls.

He is immediately a fuckin mess. His grandbabies went missing and he’s been petitioning the council to bar Qui-Gon from any more students for years and then his OTHER grandbaby goes missing and he finally finds them both lookin like life has used them and abused them and he was right!!! Qui-Gon needs to be barred from anymore kiddos!!!! He’s already ruined at least two!!!

He’s the one who’s finally able to coax Xanatos into a semblance of life again, mainly by creating a force bond with him as soon as Jaster lets him near enough, and Obi-Wan’s crying again because this is just gonna be one more master who leaves him behind for another student and he’ll never be good enough for anyone and Jango is trying to coddle him into calming down so Dooku makes a bond with Obi-Wan too and now Obi-Wan is hiding in Jango’s lap all embarrassed and refusing to come out cause he was crying like a baby over not getting enough attention and Dooku is gonna end up flailing here, he’s got his work cut out for him dealing with these two now. Oh god he’s got some fucking work to do.

Obi-Wan accepts Dooku being his and Xanatos’s stand in master till someone can come to take over their care later. Dooku says he kind of wants to bring in Master Sifo-Dyas for Obi-Wan, considering their gifts are similar enough, but he’s also asking Master Nu to come out with him (which perks Jaster right up cause the woman has blocked every number he’s sent her messages under and he just wants to see the goddamn archives in person plzzzzz) and tbh she might end up being the one to take Obi-Wan on with Sifo-Dyas together because it would be good for them.

Xanatos says he doesn’t wanna be a Jedi Knight so maybe just giving him to the mind healers is best, so now they have mind healers coming out too.

Anyways. Xanatos is depressed and Obi-Wan is a whiny baby who just REALLY wants to get the attention he never gets for once and as soon as Dooku realizes he can give Obi-Wan a bond with Jango and Jaster he’s fuckin gonna cause this kid deserves some attention for once and Obi-Wan is just so sad and self hating but also terrified of adults and he just deserves someone he can count on fully for once. He’s just a little guy. The nice Wookie is gonna be the best ba’vadu ever.

[lucifer-is-a-bag-of-dicks]

Grabbing Smoke

As much time as Sam spent with her best friends, sometimes she enjoyed a little bit of time alone.

Tucker was helping his mother bake cookies for some kind of fundraiser for the hospital, and Danny was busy visiting Pandora for fighting lessons. Apparently they were using swords today.

As fun as it sounded, Sam opted to stay behind, it had been a while since she'd been down to the park to feed the ducks. She didn't get quiet moments like that very often any more.

There was an uncharacteristic skip to her gait as she walked to the park, a canvas tote bag swinging from her arm.

Living in Amity Park, and especially hanging around with Danny, gave her an eerie sense to when something was amiss. Nothing quite like Danny's ghost sense, but she'd learned to detect a particular chill to the air, a prickling at the back of her neck. It could easily be mistaken for a chilly breeze, but Sam knew better. The crunch of gravel under Sam's boots was the only sound permeating the still air, not even the trees were rustling.

She continued her walk through the park, past the wishing fountain and through a trail where the trees grew slightly more dense.

The trail opened up to a large pond, it wasn't anything especially picturesque, the reeds were a little overgrown, the ground was muddy, but there were a few simple weather worn benches by the path that looped around the water.

Sam took a seat, pulling out a bag of frozen peas. She opened it, tipped a few into her hand and tossed them into the water.

The ducks immediately sped across the pond toward her, fighting for the peas that the turtles hadn't already gotten to.

Instead of grabbing another handful, she held the bag out to the empty seat to her left, waiting for a moment before shaking the bag impatiently.

A green hand slipped into the bag, pulling out a handful of peas before tossing them into the water.

"How'd you know I was here?" Kitty asked, now sitting visibly on the other end of the bench as Sam poured out more peas for both of them.

"I have my ways." Sam smirked. "What I want to know is why you've been following me all week."

"You knew for that long and you didn't say nothin'?" Kitty huffed. "Damn, I gotta up my game."

A duck waddled up and nibbled on her boot.

"Alright alright, ya hungry little doofus." Kitty lowered a hand full of peas and cooed as the duck happily ate from her palm. "Aww these guys aren't shy at all, do you come here a lot?"

"When I can." Sam tossed a few more peas into the water for the turtles. "So why are you following me?"

Kitty sat back and pressed her lips together, thinking.

"Look it's just... I don't remember much from when I was livin', you know? It's all sorta grey and fuzzy, I can't remember what anyone looked like, except Johnny." she tossed some peas to a smaller duck at the back of the group. "But as soon as I showed up here in town and I saw your face, I thought I felt... I dunno, somethin'. Like I'd seen you before, or maybe you just reminded me of someone, but I can't remember who, it's like grabbing smoke."

She lobbed a few peas a little harder than was necessary at the water. The turtles sucked them up greedily.

"So you've just been following me hoping you might remember something else?" Sam asked.

"Yeah," Kitty sighed. "But it's not working."

Sam swung her foot idly between a pair of scuffling ducks, splitting them up before tossing out some more peas.

"Maybe I'm related to someone you knew. Where did you grow up?"

Kitty frowned down at the water.

"I... I don't know." she said, deflating somewhat. "I didn't even realise I forgot that."

Sam couldn't help but feel for her, Danny had told her that ghosts would often forget things from their past, especially once they'd been dead for longer than they'd been alive. Somehow she had never really considered how terrifying that must be.

"You know..." Sam started carefully. "I could show you some old family photos. Maybe you'll recognise someone?"

Kitty looked up, eyes shining brightly.

"Really? You'd do that for me?"

"Why not?" Sam shrugged. "If you were here to cause trouble you would have done it by now."

"Aw, I never thought you'd wanna do something like that for me." said Kitty, smiling brightly. "You always seemed like such a bitch."

Sam laughed.

"If you'd spent a week being someone that wasn't Paulina, I would probably have seemed like less of a bitch."

"So you guys are big rivals or somethin'?" Kitty asked, grabbing some more peas and giggling as three ducks tried to eat from her hand at once.

"It's more that we have... conflicting ideologies. She thinks that appearances and reputation are the most important things in life, just like my parents." Sam lobbed some more peas into the water, they both watched them disappear as the turtles quickly snapped them up. "It's shallow and stupid, and I don't get why they have to push that shit on everyone. I don't care what people think, I just want to be whoever the hell I wanna be without having to fight for it all the time."

Kitty's face turned contemplative as she tapped her nails on the back of the bench.

"I think... I was like that." she said, slowly. "I wanted to feel fun and exciting, but my parents..."

She trailed off, frowning.

"My parents... I didn't like them. They didn't like me bein' the way I was, I can't really remember why."

Sam emptied out the last of the peas and scattered them over the ground, she scrunched up the empty packet and shoved it back into her tote bag.

"You know, if we went to school together we would probably have gotten along." said Sam as she stood up, gesturing toward the path. "Let's go check out those photos."

Instead of floating invisibly behind, Kitty walked by Sam's side as they headed back to her house. She idly waved at people as they drove past, grinning when someone stared a little too long and almost ran a red light.

"You know, it's nice bein' able to walk around in the day." Kitty said, skipping a little. "Wish I could do it more often."

"What's stopping you?"

"What do you think?" Kitty's lip pulled up in disgust. "Any time I show up your dumb friend sucks me up in his stupid thermos. Only reason I can walk around right now is because I got you as my get out of jail free card."

"Danny doesn't care if you just want to walk around." Sam scoffed. "He lets ghosts wander around town all the time, he only gets involved when you start breaking things."

"Uggghhh but just walking around is so boring." Kitty pouted. "I mean yeah it's nice and I like it but it gets old real quick."

"Then you'll have to get used to getting tossed back in the ghost zone. Do not pass go, do not collect $200."

"Don't you ever get sick of his goody goody attitude?" Kitty asked. "I mean you and I aren't so different right? You're all about the rebel gig, don't you ever feel like keyin' some asshole's car, or takin' a baseball bat to some mail boxes?"

"Only if they deserve it." said Sam with a smirk. "But I feel like you aren't especially picky about whose stuff you're breaking."

They approached the door to the Manson mansion, Sam hopped up the steps and stuck the key in the lock. She touched the mezuzah on the doorpost without a second thought before opening the door and standing aside to invite Kitty in.

The ghost stared up at her warily.

"I can't get past it."

"Past what?" Sam asked.

"The mezuzah, it keeps me out."

"What?" Sam frowned. "It hasn't stopped other ghosts from getting in."

"Well it stops me." Kitty insisted. "I think it's got somethin' to do with what we believed in when we were alive. I haven't got a problem with churches but when Johnny tried to ride his bike through one he couldn't get in. His mom raised him Catholic, he says he doesn't believe in any of that stuff, but I think he still does, deep down."

"So does that mean you were Jewish?" Sam asked, smiling curiously.

"I AM Jewish." Kitty crossed her arms. "Bein' a ghost hasn't changed that, it just... means that we got a few things a little wrong."

Sam thought about that for a moment, before stepping aside and gesturing toward the door again.

"Well, if you've been invited and you're not going to cause any trouble, then I don't see why you shouldn't be able to come in."

Kitty climbed the steps slowly, fingers reaching out and cautiously brushing over the mezuzah, she didn't feel anything unusual, no zap or burn or pain. She took a step through the doorway and passed the threshold without issue, no invisible force or barrier like the last time she tried to follow Sam inside.

"Well, what do you know." she said, grinning.

Sam lead her into a large, open planned kitchen and dining area, the tiles were bright white save for the specks of mud Sam's boots tracked through the room. The decor was minimalist, the atmosphere bland and sterile, she could smell some kind of citrus surface cleaner.

The back wall was all windows, leading to a patio surrounded by perfectly trimmed grass. As they approached, Sam turned, heading towards a door to their right.

The next room felt a lot more friendly, it was full of bookshelves and red tones. The lounges looked soft and inviting, a fireplace sat cold and empty against the back wall, but Kitty didn't have to try hard to imagine it roaring to life, filling the room with its warm glow.

"This is basically my Grandma's part of the house." Sam informed her, voice low. "Her bedroom is just through there, she's usually napping around this time of day so try not to make too much noise."

Kitty slipped off her jacket and laid it over the back of the lounge, already feeling at home in the cosy little room. She looked over the books as Sam fussed around some kind of large ornate chest.

"Here it is." She hefted a large photo album from the chest, carefully closing and latching it again. "Let's see if you recognise anyone in here."

Kitty sat down beside Sam as she opened up the pristine book, the outer cover was beige with the name Manson inscribed in golden cursive on the front. The first page was full of old faded photos, in greyscale or sepia tones.

"Ugh, I'm not that old." said Kitty, flicking ahead a few pages.

The pictures were colourful now, but still grainy, there was a young blonde boy in seventies style jeans leaning casually against a Chevrolet.

"Wait hold up," Kitty pointed at the boy. "Him, I feel like I've seen him before."

"That's my dad." said Sam, surprised. "His name is Jeremy, did you know him?"

Kitty hummed a little, gently tracing a finger over the picture.

"Jeremy... Jeremy, I'm not sure," she frowned. "But he definitely looks familiar."

They continued through the book, when suddenly Kitty slapped her hand down roughly on a photo of a pair of young women.

"Her! I know her! She was a mega bitch!"

"Shhh keep it down." Sam hissed.

"Sorry," Kitty pointed to the blonde girl in the photo. "That one! I don't know how I knew her, but I definitely knew her. She was a total brat."

Sam slipped the photo out of its sleeve and read the neat cursive on the back.

"This is... my Aunt Caroline, in 1985. She's my dad's sister." Sam looked up at Kitty, amused. "I can't believe you had beef with my family."

"Your family are snobs." Kitty sniffed. "Carrie was such a ditz, she thought she was sooo bitchin' because her daddy bought her a Mercedes."

"Yeah, that sounds about right." Sam grimaced. "Did you guys go to school together or something?"

"Maybe..." Kitty took the photo from Sam's hand, staring intently. "I'm pretty sure I skipped school a lot, I hated it there. It was a private school, we had to wear uniforms, barf."

"I would never have guessed you were a private school kid." Sam shook her head. "But most people would say that about me so it's not like I can judge."

"You went to private school?" Kitty asked, "How'd you end up in that Casper High dump?"

"Got myself expelled." said Sam, voice thick with pride. "Elementary, middle and high school, got kicked out of all three."

"Damn, you're good."

Sam grinned, slipping the photo back in its sleeve and continuing to the next page.

Kitty pointed to a few other photos, remarking on their familiarity, but not quite able to grasp how she knew them, the memories only flickered in her periphery.

"Wait," Kitty whispered, fingers brushing over a polaroid containing three people. "This is..."

The picture looked as though it were taken at some kind of party, a man and a woman faced the camera, each with a glass of champagne raised in their hands. The woman's other hand rested on the shoulder of a teenage girl with auburn hair, pulled into a tidy braid. She stared glumly at the camera.

"That's Katherine." Sam said, pointing to the girl. "She was my dad's cousin, but she got hit by a car when she was-"

Sam paused, looking over at Kitty's wide eyes and then back to the photo.

"Noooo way." Sam pulled the photo out of the sleeve. "Is this you?"

Kitty took the photo in trembling hands.

"I... I forgot I used to look like that." she fiddled with a lock of her green, teased hair. "I remember this party, I didn't want to go but mom and dad threatened to take away all my records and cassettes if I didn't."

Sam stared at Kitty, mouth agape.

"You're Car Crash Katherine?! My dad talks about you all the time! He always told me about the shit you used to get up to, he'd tell me that any kind of 'rebellious behaviour' was a slippery slope to 'dying on the back of some delinquent's motorcycle'." Sam put a hand on Kitty's shoulder. "You were my bad influence role model."

Kitty's red eyes shone with tears, photo still in hand, she wrapped her arms around Sam.

"This is majorly wicked! My legacy lives on! Corrupting the youth from beyond the grave!" Kitty laughed. "My parents would go totally mental."

She stopped laughing, her face turning forlorn as she drew back from Sam and stared down at the picture.

"Are they still alive?" she asked, a tremble in her voice.

"Yeah..." said Sam. "They live in a retirement home in Florida. They don't come around very often."

Kitty traced a finger over their faces.

"I wonder if they miss me." she said quietly. "Or if they were glad to be rid of the family embarrassment."

Sam didn't answer, she had wondered the same thing herself, if her parents would even care if she died. They hadn't given her a lot of reason to think they would.

She rested a sympathetic hand on Kitty's arm.

"Oh, you have a friend over bubbeleh?" a croaky voice spoke from the bedroom doorway.

Sam and Kitty both turned to see Ida Manson shuffling into the room, cleaning her glasses with her sleeve.

"Sorry Grandma, we didn't mean to be too loud." Sam apologised. "This is my... um, friend, Kitty. Kitty this is my Grandma Ida-"

"Ida?!" Kitty shot to her feet, staring in shock at the old woman. "Aunt Ida?!"

Ida squinted at Kitty, before quickly setting her glasses back on her face.

"Well as I live and breath, is that you Kathy?"

"Oh my god this is getting super weird." Sam whispered.

Kitty leapt over the ottoman to wrap Ida up in a tight hug, the old woman was surprised for a moment, but held her warmly in return.

"It's me Aunt Ida! Not really living or breathing but it's me!" Kitty laughed breathlessly.

"Oh my goodness, when all the ghosts started showing up all over town I wondered if I would ever see someone I knew." She rubbed comforting circles on Kitty's back as the ghost choked on a few sobs. "It's good to see you again Kathy."

Ida pulled away and wiped a tear from Kitty's face.

"And I'm so glad you aren't stuck wearing what your parents buried you in."

Kitty couldn't help but laugh through her tears.

"Let me guess, it was that putrid blue dress, wasn't it?"

"The dress wasn't nearly as bad as what they did to your hair." Ida snickered, patting Kitty's hand. "It had little ribbons in it and everything."

"I almost forgot you." Kitty placed her palm gently against Ida's face. "You were the only one in the family who ever loved me for being me, and I almost forgot you. I'm so sorry, I should have come to find you sooner but I just-"

"Shhhh, it's okay bubbeleh." Ida grasped her hand tight. "I think being dead is a pretty good excuse for forgetting a few things."

Sam stood beside the lounge, watching the two in shock, she wasn't entirely certain whether or not to intrude. Whatever she had been expecting to discover with Kitty today, it certainly hadn't been this.

Though in hindsight, it did explain Kitty's familiarity with Sam, people always said she had taken after her Grandma.

Ida let go of Kitty and hobbled over to the photo album still sitting on the lounge.

"Oh you don't want to look at that album." she said, as she shoved it onto the coffee table. She wandered to the other side of the room and began rummaging around in a small cupboard. "You want this one."

She pulled out a book with well worn, peeling edges. Pieces of the plastic sleeves had cracked off and crumbled away. It was old, and weatherbeaten, it was obvious that Ida had looked through it many many times.

"Here we go." she sat down in the middle of the lounge, gesturing for the two girls to come sit beside her. "These are the forbidden photos."

She opened the pages, the photos inside were entirely different from the 'official' album, there were no perfectly poised, prim and proper photos of people in nice, presentable clothes. They were all candid shots, people in the middle of eating or laughing, some were stumbling around blind drunk, a few were smoking joints. There were pictures from parties and protest rallies, in backyards and drive ins.

There was a picture of Jeremy as a young boy, grinning with one of his front teeth missing and grass in his hair.

"Only in this family would losing your baby teeth make a photo 'unsavoury'." Ida grizzled as she continued through the album. "I saved so many pictures that my husband would have thrown out otherwise."

"Ugh, Uncle Peter was such a prude, he wouldn't even let me in the house if I didn't have my shoulders covered up." Kitty rolled her eyes.

"He used to be so much more relaxed when we were young." Ida sighed. "He changed when he inherited his father's business, he forgot how to have fun."

A few pages later Kitty squealed in excitement.

"Oh my god! That's Frankie! She was my best friend, we used to do everything together!"

The Kitty in the photo looked far more like the Kitty Sam knew. Her hair was teased up, and she was wearing a crop top and a miniskirt. The other girl, Frankie, had short curled hair and a leather jacket. They each had an arm around the others' shoulder and grinned wildly.

"I love this one." Ida smiled as she pulled the picture out of the sleeve. "That was the night I gave you a lift to that concert."

"Oh that show was sooo good! I got my nose pierced there! It got so infected, Mom grounded me for a month." Kitty laughed.

"Man, and I thought I was cool for skipping school to go see Circus Gothica." Sam grinned. "I'm gonna have to come home with a tattoo next time."

"I can't believe I forgot about Frankie, I can't believe I forgot about all of this." Kitty held the photo close to her chest, a few tears running down her face. "I'm so glad it's not gone for good."

She kept the photo in hand as they looked through the rest of the album. There were many pictures of Ida, all of them with other people of all walks of life.

"Oh this was when you took us to that pride parade!" Kitty smiled. "You made Frankie so happy, and you knew a lot of the drag queens there, like a LOT."

"Grandma took me to a drag show when I was 10," said Sam. "Even took me backstage to meet them all, my parents thought we went to the theatre to see Romeo and Juliet."

"Oh I have photos from that." Ida flipped through the pages, getting closer to the end of the album. "Here we are, oh Evelyn just LOVED you."

Sam looked at the picture of Evelyn, frowning slightly.

"Oh weird, she kinda looks like Mr Lancer's sister, he keeps her photo on his desk..." Sam paused as she processed what she just said. "That's not his sister is it?"

"You probably shouldn't bring it up." said Ida gently. "Teachers can get in trouble for associating with this sort of thing."

"That's so bogus!" Kitty cried. "I really thought this kinda stuff would be better in the future!"

"It is," Ida assured her. "But we're a long way from perfect."

Ida flipped back through the album, searching for more pictures of Kitty and Frankie. There were a good few of them, each one Ida pulled out and passed over for Kitty to look at and hold onto.

"Oh woah, is that Johnny?" Sam pointed to a picture of Kitty sitting on the back of a motorcycle with a blonde boy. "He looks exactly the same, just a little less pale."

"Oh, did Johnny come back as a ghost too?" Ida asked.

"Yeah! We've been together all this time, in sickness and in death." Kitty beamed. "Mom and dad blamed him for everything I did, even if he wasn't around when I did it. They said him and Frankie were 'corrupting' me."

She rolled her eyes.

"I bet they blamed him for my death too. They'd be so mad if they knew we were still together."

"Just goes to show they had no chance of keeping you two apart." Ida said. "Not even death could do that."

Kitty held the photo tight in both hands, her shoulders began to shake slightly.

"It was my fault you know." she said with a trembling little giggle. "Funny huh? My parents always blamed him for everything, but in the end it was my fault we got hit. We were havin' a fight over somethin' stupid and I distracted him-"

Ida wrapped an arm around Kitty, patting her head comfortingly as she laid it against the old woman's shoulder.

"I think you're being too hard on yourself bubbeleh." Ida whispered gently into her hair. "It was raining, the truck that hit you was running a red light, the driver was charged for both your deaths. Even if you did distract him, you weren't the only card at play that night."

She gave Kitty a light shake.

"And don't think I didn't see the way Johnny used to drive that thing, he was reckless. I have no doubt that he wasn't paying as much attention as he should have been." She placed a kiss on the girl's forehead and squeezed her tight. "It's not fair to hold all of that responsibility on yourself, even if you both did everything right, that truck still would have run that red light, it still would have been raining. It was just pure rotten luck."

Sam had never heard a ghost talk about their death before, even Danny didn't like talking about his accident, and asking about it was incredibly taboo. Sam had been pushing her luck earlier just by mentioning the car crash.

It said a lot about Kitty's love for Ida that she chose to open up about it. Sam couldn't say she was surprised, her Grandma had always been like that. Never anything but an endless well of love and support, and the occasional kick in the pants if you needed it.

"Johnny's always had rotten luck." Kitty sniffed. "Follows him like a shadow."

"Literally." Sam snorted.

After a few more moments, Ida pulled herself away from Kitty, she got up and began rooting through the cupboards, muttering to herself.

"Aha, here it is."

She brought over an empty photo album, it was roughly the size of a small pocketbook, containing only one photo sleeve per page.

"I meant to fill this with photos for Sam to keep." Ida admitted as she shuffled back over to the girls. "But I don't think she'll mind donating it to a good cause."

She winked at Sam, who nodded back.

"Here," Ida pressed the little album into Kitty's hands. "Memories are a fickle thing, but photos are forever."

"I can't take these!" Kitty insisted, pushing the album back. "They're your memories too!"

"Oh my god you're both so old." Sam laughed, "Dad has a printer/scanner. I can make copies."

As Sam took the polaroids to her dad's office, Ida and Kitty pored over the rest of the album, Kitty picking out more photos to copy. She chose a few of Ida and Sam, and even one of Carrie.

"She was a total loser and I hated her but I don't hate remembering her, you know? I want to remember everything, even the bad stuff."

She took a photo of her parents, just one.

When Sam came back with the last batch of photos, Ida finished slipping them into the little album.

"There's still a few sleeves left." Sam pointed out, holding up her phone with a smile. "We've got room for a couple of family reunion pics."

The two girls squished up against Ida as Sam snapped as many shots as she could. Ones where they smiled, ones where they laughed, ones where they laid haphazardly across the lounge together.

Then Sam took a few candids of just Kitty and Ida, as they looked through the new album they'd just made together. Capturing Kitty laughing at something as Ida looked at her with a soft, loving smile.

Kitty clutched the album to her chest as she gave Ida a long, drawn out hug.

"Thank you so much." she said, her voice thick with gratitude. "It's like I can see my life in colour again."

She left the house with the assurance that she would always be welcome back, at any time, and a promise that she would always be looking out for her 'new favourite cousin'.

Sam flicked through the photos she took on her phone, she would have to make sure to have copies printed by the time Kitty returned to visit.

She knew Kitty coming over regularly was going to make things complicated, her apparent newfound protectiveness over Sam could potentially backfire in many spectacular ways, she was petty and troublesome when in the right mood.

But then again, so was Ida, and so was Sam.

At least she had better things to do now than beat up strangers' mail boxes, Danny was certainly going to be glad to hear that.

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As soon as Kara admitted the truth about Clark’s drunken ramblings, she sorta regretted voicing them aloud. She watched as the vampire before her paled before his cheeks turned a hint of pink - no doubt hers doing the same. “Let’s just say I don’t think I wanna give him a shot of Kalanorian liquor again, anytime soon.”

She tried to hide her second-hand embarrassment by taking a few sips of her coffee, but James’s accidental wording caused her to nearly spit-take. At the very minimum she returned her cup to the table and gave a snorty laugh. “Wow. Wow.” She briefly covered her mouth with a hand before pulling it away a few moments later. “I now see what Clark sees in you. You give the visual appearance of a gentleman - and you want to be viewed as an upstanding gentleman - but deep down you’re just like us. You’re an actual adorable goof.” Kara’s smile grew bigger. “I like that about you. You’ll fit right in with the family.”

“So, ah.. Kara.. tell me more about your adventures with different planets and cuisines,” James asked, no doubt in an effort to steer the conversation into a more, uh, PG territory.

“Uh, well.. My dad, Zor-El, showed me many planets since I was a young girl. Some were weird, and some were scary. A lot were beautiful, and so unlike Earth. It’s hard to equate the tastes of their cuisines into human terms, but most of alien food is rather.. Acidic and spicy. As I said, the taste of pure sweetness is a rarity amongst the stars. You should be thankful you were lucky enough to have been born on a planet with sugarcane—“ Kara adjusted her glasses before receiving the to-go box from the returning waitress, thanking the woman with her brightest smile.

Within the same moment James excused himself to check his phone, and a thought long lost seemed to have returned to him. By now the waitress had took the bill and cash James left and walked away, leaving the two at their patio table.

Kara nodded, quickly getting onto her feet. “I’m done eating. I’d love to see your place! Ooh, what’s Clark having for dinner?” The Kryptonian lowered her voice then. “Is it a far walk or do you need an Up, Up, and Away?”

Norrington had listened to her commentary on food, though Clark's dinner had suddenly taken prescendece.

"Boulderdash, I'm hardly a .. goof.. " James scoffed, with a bit of a pout. Though he was clearly less intimidating as much as he wanted to be known as a big scary "vampire" . Clark had found that with how clingy and needy he tended to be more often than not, now that they were an item. He was much more toned down than the man he met initially. While that was usually a good thing because it meant James wouldn't hurt anyone, perhaps there was a little bit of a spark missing in the man since he'd been domesticated. Not nearly as ferocious.

"Clark's having a good old-fashioned hearty meal tonight. I'm throwing together some rare steaks, sides of veggies, and maybe a bit of pasta. Simple yet satisfying, wouldn't you agree? "

Norrington quirked a brow at her question , and gave one of his playful small smiles. " While it isn't all that far, I still wouldn't mind an evening flight back home, as a trip in a cramped elevator with others up to the top floor does tend to lead me in a bit of a temptation. " One that he didn't need.

" It's just there. If we head west from here – you'll see a cluster of skyscrapers. Keep soaring until you reach the tallest one, the gleaming glass tower that practically touches the stars. Once you're at the top, look for the penthouse with the large balcony and hammock. That's our haven. Land on the rooftop, and you'll find the entrance. It's pretty secure, but I'm sure a superhero like yourself won't have any trouble."

James spoke low so no one else could hear him but her , as he pointed out how to get there, then motioned to the alleyway so she could quick change and carry him. Though because of the height difference, it would probably be the last time he asked her.

Blood Relatives.

If she wasn’t keeping track of it herself, nearly every television screen within CatCo Worldwide Media offices blasted a reminder of the significance of this week:

FUNDRAISER TO BE HELD THURSDAY, CELEBRATION PLANNED FOR SUPERGIRL’S FIRST YEAR ANNIVERSARY, a CatCo spokesperson announced.

Kara read the scrolling headline once, twice, three times.

Just about a week prior she was called into Miss Grant’s office, and was nonchalantly told the publication wanted to celebrate her.. Or, rather, Supergirl, and her many and continuing contributions to the safety and wellbeing of National City - and the world as a whole. Kara Danvers wanted to scream, jump up and down in shock, but all she could do was hold her breath as Cat gave her her task: find a venue big enough for a celebration of the sort. Staying within National City was preferred, but given the fact that power and structural damage wasn’t yet completed on the NC Arena after a recent quarrel between Supergirl and the one who calls herself Livewire.. Kara had to look elsewhere for options.

One stressed phone call to her cousin lead to the conception of an idea within the Man of Steel’s head.. followed by a midnight phone call to his ex (but friendly) girlfriend and coworker Lois Lane. Never was she happy to be awoken during the middle of her deepest sleep, but she answered, and listened to Clark’s request:

“Lo, I’m sorry to wake you so late but I got a favor to ask. . . I need you to announce an exclusive, on-air interview with Superman tomorrow. It’s for Kara.”

Twelve hours later, Lois had the Man of Steel live in studio. Ocean blue orbs stared into the lens, and with a friendly smile Superman spoke to his city - and the nation:

“As some of you may know, this coming week will be an important milestone for my cousin: one year ago next week she took upon the mantle of Supergirl.”

“Are you proud of your cousin, Superman?” Lois - the interviewer - interjected.

Clark Superman knew Lois’s play, and with a nod of thank you, his smile size increased. “Immensely proud, Miss Lane. Putting on our suits and doing what we do is not an easy task; I know you remember just as well as I that I made plenty of mistakes in my first year as this.”

“Years. Plural. I seem to remember a few incidents across a few years.” Lois teased, leading to Superman shaking his head.

“… Not exactly the route I meant to go down to achieve my point, but my point exactly. Being us and doing what we do is not easy, and I have watched my cousin grow and evolve during these months - a year now. She has done stuff not even I have accomplished. If she is listening in right now, I know it would mean more to her to know I feel more jealously of her strengths and accomplishments, than I do of just being proud.”

“Was there anything you wanted to ask of Metropolis, Superman?” Lois guided the interview along.

“Yes. Supergirl and I have come to learn that the cities we are based out of have a tendency to claim us as their own. When it’s meant in jest, we find it flattering. What we don’t like is when people either online or in the media pit us together in a “who’s superior” contest. I want both Metropolis and National City - and frankly, the entire nation - to understand that we are just two people within the same family, with the same goals of striving for a better tomorrow. Metropolis, we should be more welcoming of the Girl of Steel. Which leads me to happily announce that, as of this morning, I have partnered with two wonderful organizations from our mutual cities who are excited to be apart of the upcoming celebration for my cousin. I would like to thank the National City Children’s Cancer Foundation and the Metropolis Children’s Cancer Society for their involvement, and I would like to thank the two anonymous donors who have already donated one million dollars each to the cause. Thank you.”

Needless to say, it took less than two hours for Metropolis’s finest theater and exhibition hall to get into contact with CatCo… and after a more personal and private family dinner the night previous, Kara Danvers had touched down upon Metropolis grounds.. via private airplane.

She was suppose to be heading to either her hotel room or Clark’s apartment, but somehow her feet carried her to the nearby cafe, choosing an outdoor patio seat as she ordered from a given menu:

“Yeah, can I have the maple sticky bun, please? Uh, two please. I’m kinda hungry. And a mocha latte, please.”

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[niyana-the-ambiguous-mobian]

NEW SONIC PRIME CLIP TAILS, ORIGINS, TRAINS, TORNADO, BURNING SHOES, BOUNCY ANIMATION, SONIC EMOTIONS BROS AHHH (sorry just super excited)

CAN I JUST RAMBLE ABOUT THIS SCENE FOR A SECOND? CAUSE I'M ABOUT TO RAMBLE A BIT

Like holy crap, that animation was so damn smooth and bouncy, Sonic and Nine with such expressive emotions. I'm a sucker for these two and their sibling relationship, but it’s even more interesting in this clip since they don't know each other since a version of Sonic apparently doesn't exist in this dimension, so Nine grew up in this harsh world by himself, not relying on anyone and to make himself multiple mechanical Tails as a way to protect himself.

It makes this scene hurt even more with this knowledge, like with this shot here when Sonic is trying to explain to Nine that they were friends,

It looks like he's almost at his wits end since the kid was apparently attacking him prior to the clip starting, and is trying anything at this point to get it through to him.

I especially love this shot right here, the way the two are close together but the area around them is cold and open, it sorta represents what's going on with these two at this point in their meeting, unfamiliar and distant, basically strangers.

And Sonic’s ears going all floppy and the tapping of his feet when he was trying to figure out what was going on was such a great animation detail XD.

Then came the sweetest part, Nine gets curious and asks Sonic how Tails is in his dimension and what else they did, Sonic just gives him this look of "Dude, you are an amazing kid."

The way he explains to him on how he has the Tornado, how they fought against Eggman multiple times together, it’s the way he describes it just makes it all the better. (Excuse the crappy gif quality, it's the best with what Tumblr gives us)

This whole clip was just a treat to watch and I am so glad it exists now in the form of this show.

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Pairing: Park Chanyeol x F.Reader (oc) Genres: Angst, Smut, Best Friends to Friends with Benefits AU, College AU (sorta?) Word count: 3019

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, explicit sex (with a condom - wrap it up!). (Please let me know if you find any you think should be added)

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Chanyeol is your best friend. He has been since the first day of middle school, when you saw this awkward, lanky, string bean of a guy trip over his own feet and you helped him pick up his books. The two of you had been through a lot together, a lot of good and some bad. You’ve had your fair share of petty arguments, none lasting more than a few days at the most because you two were just used to having each other and being without, felt wrong, like you were missing a part of yourself. When puberty hit and Chanyeol somehow grew even taller and broader, the girls flocked to him and being a teenage boy, he gave into the hormones and dated a few. None of them lasted though, due to no fault of his own and you were always there to pick up the broken pieces of him. When the boys started showing you attention and trying to court you, Chanyeol shooed them all away, telling you that none of them were good enough for you. You did date here and there but none of them stuck, always saying something about how close you were with your best friend and how they felt inadequate in your life compared to him. They weren’t wrong though because, even if he didn’t know it or want it, he’d always be the one that held your heart. Anyone else would just be a temporary distraction. You knew Chanyeol had never seen you as anything more than his best friend so you kept your feelings to yourself. Hiding your feelings had become second nature.

-

It was nearing the end of your first year at college and you had 2 months left to finish your final assignments causing you to become unbelievably stressed out. You thought you were organised and set yourself appropriate timeframes for each part of the assignment that you had to complete but the stress and worry about not being able to finish and then not doing well was eating you up alive.

Chanyeol decided to hang out at your place while you were studying and you paid him no attention, all your focus on your stacks of paper and laptop on the dining table. He was watching you the entire time though and decided it was enough when he saw you plant your face in your hands and groan for the nth time that night.

“You need a break. Come on, let’s get some food.”

“No, Yeol. I need to finish this part by the end of the week or I’m screwed.” you straightened your back and turned back to the screen, glancing over at your notes.

Chanyeol slowly shut your laptop and you stared up at him in shock.

“Oh relax. I know your work is safe because you lectured me about using Google Docs and how it automatically saves your work as you go, yada yada. And I know you’ll be fine because you’re nothing but organised. You’re just getting into your own head.”

You blink slowly at him in disbelief.

“Now, you need to eat something. And maybe while we’re at it, something to drink. Loosen up.”

He nudged you to stand before dragging you over to the living area. There on the coffee table, you noticed the takeout chicken from your favourite place and a 6 pack of beer.

When did that get there? You were sure Chanyeol had come over empty handed and you’d have noticed if he left...right?

You turned to look at him as you sat yourself down on the floor.

“Yeah. You were that busy you didn’t even notice when I went to answer the door for the food delivery. Or the delicious smell of fried chicken wafting through the place.”

Okay, maybe you did need a break.

Chanyeol turned on the tv, finding some old rom-com the two of you used to watch over and over back in high school. You both got comfortable, watching the movie and eating chicken while making jokes about the characters on screen, repeating lines, cringing at the sappy moments. The two of you had gotten through the beer sooner than expected and decided to open some bottles of soju too. Your assignment now long forgotten.

6 cans of beer and 2 bottles of soju later, you were well tipsy. You and Chanyeol had moved from sitting on opposite ends of the coffee table to sitting side by side opposite the tv, leaning against the sofa. Chanyeol’s arm was slung on the sofa behind you and across your shoulders, hand dangling and his fingers were mindlessly drawing shapes on your upper arm. Skinship with Chanyeol wasn’t foreign to you. He was naturally quite touchy but the feelings you harboured and your current slightly intoxicated state just intensified the burning touch of his skin on yours. As Chanyeol was focussed on the movie, your eyes darted down to where his fingers were, trying to memorise the sight and feel.

He let out a deep sigh and you looked up at him.

“I really need to get laid.”

Well, you weren’t expecting that. But you can’t say it didn’t make you feel something.

“Me too.” you said in a small voice.

Chanyeol’s body tensed and looked down at you. You stared back at him, eyelids beginning to feel a little heavy. Something flickered in his eyes, narrowing as if he was deep in thought and considering something.

“I can help you with that. I think we can help each other, actually.”

Before you could think about what he was saying, you felt his lips to yours. You froze, a little shocked and not expecting the action but before you knew it, you started kissing him back. You felt him smile before swiping his tongue across your bottom lip, asking for access. You opened your mouth for him and his tongue dived straight in, hand coming to hold the nape of your neck and tilt your head to the side to deepen the kiss. His hand that was on your arm slid down to hold your waist and pull you flush against his body. You sighed at the contact and Chanyeol lifted you into his lap, straddling him.

Coming up for air, you rested your foreheads against each other. Chests heaving up and down.

“Do you want this?” Chanyeol asked, voice lowered a few octaves.

You looked into eachothers eyes. Chanyeol searching for a hint of hesitation and you searching for a reason not to.

“Yeah,” you breathed out, “I do.”

He smiled.

“Me too.”

You kissed him. Hard. Passionately. His hands slipping under your t-shirt and running up and down your sides. Your skin igniting at the touch.

You pull back from the kiss again for some air.

“Yeol, bedroom. Now.”

Chanyeol stands up, pulling you up with him and holding onto your hand as he leads you to your bedroom. All of a sudden he bends down and picks you up, an arm around your back and the other under your knees as he carries you bridal style. You giggle as you wrap your arms around his neck for support and he practically runs to the bedroom, stumbling a few times and almost dropping you. He kicks open the door and then closes it with his foot, dropping you onto the bed and then falling on top of you.

He immediately goes to kiss your neck, licking and sucking into your sensitive skin and you turn your head to the side, granting him more access. You wrap your legs around his waist and you can feel his hardening length pressing into your core. Chanyeol groans and grinds himself into you and you couldn’t help but whimper at how good it felt. Your fingers feel for the hem of his shirt as you drag it upwards and he sits back on his knees to pull it off, watching your eyes as he sees them darken with lust when he reveals his body to you. You lift yourself up to remove your own t-shirt and reach behind yourself to unhook your bra. You held it against your chest, locking eyes with him before letting it slip off your chest, unveiling your breasts. Chanyeol practically whimpers at the sight and leans forward, swirling his tongue around your nipples a couple times before he latches on and sucks. Your fingers dig into his hair as you hold him close and lay back down.

Your hand slips into the waistband of his pants, fingers running featherlight grazes up and down his rock hard shaft. His cock twitches and you wrap your hand around it, lazily pumping him. Chanyeol returns the favour by dipping his hand into your panties, thick fingers stroking your soaked folds, dipping ever so slightly into your hole and feeling just how tight and wet you were. Not being able to resist, he pushes two fingers into you, thrusting them in and out at a leisurely pace. He skillfully reaches his thumb towards your clit, pressing it down and swiping it just right. As the pleasure builds, your grip on his cock tightens and pumping pace picks up. Chanyeol moans and suddenly pulls your hand off of him.

“I’d rather the first time I cum not be in your hand.” he chuckles at your confused expression.

He slides off the bed and hooks his fingers into your pants before dragging them down along with your panties. He unceremoniously throws them across the room before dropping down to his knees, spreading your legs and admiring the sight before him. He moves closer and fans his hot breath over you and kisses your thighs. His eyes glance over at your face, only to see you watching him intently, anticipating his next move. Holding your gaze, he points his tongue and begins leaving kitten-like llicks on your clit, enjoying the way you gasp and try to buck your hips up, chasing his mouth. He raises his brow, smug smile on his face before flattening his tongue and licking slow, long stripes up your folds. His hands hold your thighs open as he resumes his attack on your clit, kissing and sucking, feeling how they were beginning to spasm and close around his head. Chanyeol glances up to see that your hands had begun fondling your breasts and playing with your nipples.

“I’m gonna cum,” you cry out, barely.

“Cum baby, cum for me. Let me taste you.”

Chanyeol flattens his tongue and shakes his head side to side feverishly, sending you into the spasm of an intense orgasm.

When he feels your body relax, he stands up to pull his pants and boxers off.

“Condom?”

“Bedside table, back of the top drawer.”

You close your eyes, catching your breath and thinking about how your best friend had just given you the best orgasm of your life. You can hear the drawer close and a foil package being opened. Chanyeol climbs back on top of you and you pull his face towards yours, shamelessly kissing him and tasting yourself all over his mouth. You can feel his blunt tip poking at your entrance and you can’t wait any longer to feel him, your hand grips onto his cock and you drag it through your folds, lining him up where you need him most.

He slowly pushes himself in and you wince, not expecting to still be so tight, or maybe he was just bigger than you had anticipated. Chanyeol groans and kisses you before burying his face into your neck, breathing deeply as he tries to push himself in further.

“You need to relax baby, you’re too tight, I can’t move.”

Chanyeol begins kissing and sucking at your neck in an attempt to distract you so you would loosen up for him. Your hands hold onto his strong biceps as you try to focus on that and it works, but you can still feel as he goes in deeper and deeper, eventually bottoming out. He stays still, giving you time to move on from the slight pain his size caused and onto the ecstasy like feeling the stretch brought on.

You tap on his arm, “You can move now.”

He lifts his head to kiss you, pulling out slightly and thrusting back in ever so slowly. Your walls already starting to clench around his length. Chanyeol sits back and pulls himself out, almost all the way before he plunges back into you and begins a steady pace. He shifts his hips, experimentally trying out different angles before a particular thrust makes you release a loud, high pitched moan and he smirks.

“Found it.”

Chanyeol begins pistoning his hips, making sure to keep at the exact angle that he could see was physically driving you wild. Thrashing beneath him, moans and whimpers, breathlessly telling him how good he was making you feel and he felt like he was on top of the world.

He pulled your legs up and rested your ankles on his shoulders as he leaned down to kiss you. This new angle provided more stimulation, Chanyeol was hitting you deeper than before and his pelvic bone was hitting your clit every time he thrusted in. The knot in your stomach was tightening, fast.

“G-gonna cum.”

“I know, I can feel you, let go baby. Cum.”

A few more thrusts and your second orgasm crashed over you, walls spasming frantically causing Chanyeol to push himself in all the way, holding still and emptying himself into the condom, hips twitching as he groaned into your ear.

He crashes next to you and pulls your body close, arm wrapped around your waist and the other below your head. You open your eyes and all you can see are the monkey and guitar tattoos on his forearm. As your breathing slowed, you feel your eyelids drooping and the last thing you feel is a gentle kiss on your temple before he pulls the blanket to cover your naked bodies.

-

The next morning, you both woke up and decided that this was a one time thing, purely due to the fact you were both extremely stressed and horny and just needed a release. Ensuring that things between the two of you would not be awkward with each other just because you had slept together and that things would just go back to normal.

And in theory, that would work. And it probably did, for Chanyeol. But sex to you had never been spontaneous or with someone random, you had to feel some sort of connection with someone to sleep with them. You couldn’t be intimate with just anyone. And Chanyeol definitely wasn’t just anyone to you. He was the guy that you had feelings for, for as long as you could remember. Feelings you were so sure would never be returned. But you were good at burying your feelings for him, after all you had been living that way throughout pretty much the entirety of your friendship.

But with deadlines fast approaching, you were stressed out of your mind and Chanyeol offered his help again. And again. And again. And before you knew it, it had been a whole year of this secret relationship the two of you had, one beyond your friendship and one that only existed behind closed doors.

In this time, you hadn’t sought out any other relationships. Why would you, when you had the only man you’d ever want, whenever you needed him? Although the two of you attended different universities and weren’t always together, you were pretty sure Chanyeol hadn’t and wasn’t seeing anyone else either. Sure, he playfully flirted with some girls here and there but nothing ever came from it, he was just a naturally playful kind of guy. Even before anything had happened between the two of you.

Because of this, neither of you had ever really talked about what was happening or what it meant. Exclusivity was never defined and your behaviour towards each other in front of others hadn’t changed so your combined group of friends had never suspected a thing.

-

Right now, you’re sitting in the corner of your favourite coffee shop, feeling a little deflated and definitely a lot confused.

After a particularly bad break up your senior year of high school, Chanyeol had sworn off girls. He claimed to be done and that you were the only girl he needed in his life, his best friend. Just his best friend though. Chanyeol had gotten a brand new Mercedes G Wagon as a senior year encouragement present from his parents. A few girls had approached him, asking if they could get a ride home, twirling their hair and batting their lashes at him. Although he had sworn off dating, he had always been that nice guy so of course he said yes. However, when they tried to push past you and reach for the passenger door, he stopped them and told them the only girl that could ride shotgun in his car was you. He turned to smile at you and while he wasn’t looking, they shot you some dirty looks, scowling. And he’d kept that promise ever since. In all the years since, no other female had sat in his passenger seat while he drove.

That was the reason for your current state. You were walking to the coffee shop, feeling a little sluggish and needing a pick me up when you saw Chanyeol’s car pass by. You smiled, til you noticed a figure sitting in the passenger seat. It was a girl you hadn’t seen before. They were stopped at the traffic light, Chanyeol turned to her and said something that they both laughed at. Without thinking, you pulled out your phone and opened up his contact, pressing the call button and holding the phone to your ear as you watched him.

Ring ring.

You saw him glance down at the dash briefly before he looked back up.

Beep.

He.. He cancelled the call? No way.

The light turned green and he drove away, ironically into the sunset.

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