#classic that is engraved in my brain

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Behind the scenes of ‘White Chicks’ (2004)

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Replacement Part 7

Read the rest of the series HERE!

Warnings: alcohol consumption, internalized homophobia, discussion of past emotional/physical abuse, description of a panic attack at the end

WC: 3.0k

A/N: okay I think I confused people, Part 6 has been out for a bit, I just failed to add it to my master list, it’s now on there, so if you missed it read that first.

Jessie had said you two didn’t need to spend the whole night together, but somehow that’s what ended up happening. You spent nearly every minute of that wedding side by side, with the exception of when Jessie was standing beside Janine at the altar. The closeness between the two of you had started even before the wedding day.

“Heard you’ve found yourself a date to the wedding this weekend.” Coffey had come up behind you after training one day, slinging her arm across your shoulders. You just squint in her direction. “Fleming?”

“Oh, that’s not a date, she just needed someone to go with, she wanted the company, she’s new here and still doesn’t know the team well, I think she also knew I didn’t know the Canadian side of Janine’s friends and family well, so I think it just made sense, Janine also teased her for not having someone to go with-”

You trail off your words when you hear Sam start to laugh. “Okay,” she pays your chest hard with her hand. “Whatever the excuse is, enjoy your evening, it’s good to see you two getting along, a lot of people would envy you getting to be her date.”

“It’s not a date.” You shove her off as you speak through your teeth at her, feeling your face start to heat up.

“Whatever you say. You two have gotten pretty close recently.” Sam rolls her eyes as she heads toward the showers while you split off going toward your cubby. She wasn’t wrong, you and Jessie had spent a lot more time together recently.

Jessie coming over had become more and more common in the past few weeks. On your off days, the two of you would grab a coffee, walk around, and usually end up back at your place. Jessie continued to claim she didn’t have her apartment unpacked yet so it was always your couch you ended up on.

You had developed a full on friendship with Jessie. And while you loved the time the two of you spent together, the closer you grew, the more panic alarms went off in your brain.

Just last week the two of you were both on the couch, just a couple inches from each other, the popcorn bowl being the only thing keeping your thighs from resting against each other. Jessie had been on a mission to force you to watch all the classic movies after she learned you hadn’t seen most of them when you were younger.

And while the television was playing the movie, you weren’t focusing on anything besides the woman sitting beside you. You held your breath at every movement she made, adjusting the blanket or the way she sat, each movement she made had you on edge. Each noise she made, a satisfied hum, a small snicker at something funny, little comments or fun facts she knew about the movie, all of the noises were slowly becoming engraved into your mind.

You nearly sent yourself into a coughing fit when you reached into the popcorn bowl to be met with the warmth of Jessie’s hand instead of the feeling of the popcorn. Jerking your hand away you muttered an apology to her before waiting to reach your own hand back into the bowl. You ignored the feeling for the rest of the night, and again and again when those feelings of warmth keeps arising when you’d see Jessie, hang out with Jessie, even think about Jessie.

Today when Jessie knocked at your door her knock was frantic. You quickly scrambled to the door, opening it to see an equally panicked looking midfielder, coffees in one hand, a notebook in the other.

“Hi?” You say, taking in the unusually frantic appearance of Jessie.

“I need help.” She says breathlessly before pushing her way inside. “I have to write a speech.”

“For?”

“Janine’s wedding.” She says, dropping the coffees on the table and opening the notebook she had brought.

You can’t help but stand there in shock, “That’s tomorrow Jessie!” Jessie who was normally so put together, so organized, had failed to write a speech she’s known about for months until the night before.

“You don’t think I know that!” Your eyes widen at Jessie as she raises her voice at you, loud in volume and higher pitched, her emotions coming though. She wasn’t one to yell often, on the pitch she’d get hot headed but hardly would she lose her temper off of it. “Sorry, clearly I’m stressed, but sorry.”

You spent the next hour trying to calm Jessie down. She vented about her nerves and her inability to put her feelings onto paper, you sat and listened, watching as she paced the length of your kitchen. You didn’t say much but you tried to help her get her thoughts and feelings into an organized speech. It took nearly 3 hours but before you knew it Jessie was reading through her speech to you for one final time, as you nodded along approving of every word she had written.

“I promise it’s perfect.” You gave her one final confirmation after listening to the speech again and again. Jessie was finally satisfied with it, she had packed up her notebook, thanking you tirelessly as she made her way to the door.

“Thank you again.” She said, her hand coming to rest on your shoulder. You give her a smile and a nod, as you do you swear you catch Jessie’s eyes drop to your lips for a moment before darting back to your eyes. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” She said with a smile before turning and heading down the hallway.

You now sat in the rows of chairs, among many of your Portland teammates. You watched as the ceremony started. You’d been to weddings before, they were cute and all but they never got your heart racing, they never gave you the desire to be up at the altar yourself. The issue was, this time it wasn’t the actual ceremony and vows of endless love that got your heart racing. It was the brown haired freckled girl standing just feet away from Janine who was causing the swell of emotions to build up in your chest.

When she had walked down the aisle, her arm linked with one of Janine’s husband’s groomsmen, you felt your heart beat harder. As she walked down, closer and closer, your heart rate picked up and when she glanced over to you with a smile your stomach flipped and you felt your knees grow weak. It was different seeing Jessie dressed up, her hair done, nearly curled and framing her face, her make up was natural and subtle, but it was the dress that was captivating you. You tore your eyes away to watch the rest of the bridal party walk down the aisle, followed by Janine, but that only kept your eyes off Jessie for a couple minutes.

You couldn’t seem to keep your eyes from wandering to her throughout the ceremony. No matter how much you would remind yourself to look at Janine and her to be husband, you’d catch yourself staring. She stood with a smile across her face as she watched her best friend get married. Your eyes spent way too long admiring the dress Jessie was standing wearing, suddenly feeling like your own dress shirt and pants were nothing in comparison to hers. She looked gorgeous and you knew it, her toned arms on display as they held flowers at her waist where the dress perfectly hugged her shape. It’s as if nothing and no one else exists at the ceremony, it’s only you, sitting staring at the beautiful woman in front of you. On a few occasions Jessie’s eyes would catch yours, making you instantly drop your eyes to the program, your lap, or directing them back to the sky, feeling embarrassed being caught.

The ceremony ends and you find yourself and the rest of the guests being ushered off into a cocktail hour before the reception. You stand around a small table and watch as the rest of the room interacts, making small talk with the other guests of how you knew Janine. You listen to stories of her childhood friends, her friends from school, neighbors, people from every walk of life who were here to celebrate her. You were never one for small talk but you manage for about an hour before your saving grace arrives at your side.

Feeling a poke in the back and a familiar voice fills your ears. “Hi.” You turn and Jessie is standing in front of you, her arms open. It had become common for her to greet you with a hug, so you moved into her giving her a hug before pulling back.

“You look good, that shirt was a good choice.” Jessie says as you watch her eyes scan you up and down. She had asked what you were wearing the other day and when you admitted you weren’t sure, she FaceTimed you and made you show her all the options. She hadn’t told you what to wear, but you had noticed the way she stared at you for an extra few seconds when you had put on the white top with the blue accent. You had kept her reaction in mind this morning when you had tossed it on. You can feel the heat from her gaze, you’re sure your cheeks are flushed.

“Oh thanks.” You clear your throat. “You look really great Jessie.” You compliment her back and you notice the way she bites back a smile as she gives you a quiet “thank you.”

“I need a drink, this is a lot of people and a lot of small talk, do you want one?” Jessie points over her shoulder toward the bar.

“Yeah, sure, that would actually be great.” You follow Jessie through the crowd of people and hop in the queue for drinks.

One drink quickly became two, and two became an unknown amount. You both had a few at the cocktail hour, followed by a few during dinner and before you knew it, the real party had started and you were watching your teammates dance around from the comfort of your chair. You smiled as you watched Jessie get dragged around the dance floor by Janine before she finally broke away and made a dash in your direction.

“Save me.” She whispered as she sat down in the chair next to you.

“Oh come on, it’s not that bad.” You rolls your eyes at her.

“Says you, you’ve hardly gotten up to dance yet.” Jessie reaches in front of you on the table, taking the drink in front of you and finishing it off in a single sip, causing you to raise an eyebrow in her direction.

“Hey!” You take the glass back from her quickly. “And that’s not true! I danced with Sam a bit ago, but then she ditched me so I came to sit back down.”

“Would you rather be dancing?”

You shrug, you liked dancing, it was fun, freeing, but the crowd of strangers deterred you ever so slightly. “I mean, I’ll maybe go once Sam or someone is free again.”

“I’m free.” Jessie directs a hand at her own chest.

“No, don’t be silly.” You shrug her off and direct your eyes back to the dance floor. “You don’t want to dance.”

“I’ll dance with you.” Jessie stands up, holding out her hand to you. You look between her face and her outstretched arm. Her expression is hard to read, she’s smiling at you but part of you can tell she probably had no interest in dancing herself.

“Only if you’re sure?” You look at Jessie, not wanting to force her to be uncomfortable. She nods quickly and smiles at you, confirming she wants to dance with you. “But let’s get drinks first.” You shake your empty glass in her direction before standing up.

You both grab drinks and make your way to the dance floor. It starts out silly, the two of you standing an uncomfortable distance apart while both half dancing, half standing there. But the longer the night goes on, and the more alcohol that gets put in your system, you both let loose slowly. Your bodies get closer as the night continues on and before you know it, Jessie’s front is nearly flush with your own as the two of you continue to dance in the crowd.

A slow song begins to play and it breaks both of you from your trance and you take a step back from Jessie, only now realizing how close your bodies had been and only now realizing how much you longed to be back with your body up against hers.

“Com’ here.” Jessie grabs your hand, she makes her way off the dance floor as the couples begin to slow dance.

“What, where are we going?” you giggle as Jessie pulls you through the reception. “Jessie.” you whine her name while still stumbling behind her.

She pulls you around a corner, putting herself against the wall and pulling you into her. “Hi.” her grin is huge across her face, shadows on both of your faces as the light from the moon outside crept through the window.

Your head was spinning, from the drinks and from Jessie's stupid beautiful face in front of you. The stupid beautiful face you couldn’t fall for. And while the thought of your mother screaming at you that you could never date a woman, never kiss a woman had started in your head, that sound faded as you watched Jessie lean in as she brought her lips to meet yours. On instinct your eyes closed, and you kissed Jessie back like your life depended on it. Melting into her warm lips, your hands coming up to rest on her hips, gently pulling her closer into you.

You can’t tell if the kiss lasts a minute or an hour. The intoxication of the alcohol you’d consumed and the intoxication of Jessie’s lips caused you to lose all track of time. You were floating for the few moments your bodies were connected.

When you pulled back it took only a few seconds for those voices, those lectures, that hatred of yourself, to come flooding back into your mind. Where Jessie’s hand gently held your cheek you now felt the too familiar sting of your mothers hand. It was as if someone had sucked all the alcohol from your system in an instant, incredibly aware and sober to the fact that you had just kissed Jessie, a girl, your teammate. The fact that you had kissed her and you liked it.

You just stared at her. Your mouth hung open, unsure of what to say or what to do. She still had a silly smile on her face as she looked back at you. Her smile fell quickly as she must’ve realized the terrified look across your own face.

“I have to go.” You try to step away from Jessie but she grabs your wrist.

“Wait.”

“No Jessie, we can’t, I can’t, I have to go.” You repeat again having to fight back the waver in your voice, blinking hard to avoid tears. You pull your wrist from her hand and walk in the direction of the exit.

You walk and walk and suddenly the walk turns into a jog before a sprint, fighting tears all the way. Thankfully, the venue wasn’t far from your apartment. You manage to keep your composure until you unlock your door.

When you get inside your apartment it feels like the world is closing in on you. You can hear your heart, pumping blood loud in your ears, it drowned and muffled any other sounds. You bent over, resting your head on the cool countertop, suddenly feeling a wave of sharp heat across your body.

You were sweating. In an attempt to cool yourself off you started to peel off the shirt and pants you were wearing. The very same shirt you had put on because of Jessie. Your panic increased as your hands shook making it harder and harder to undo the buttons on your chest.

You couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, you could only picture being 16 again, your parents in front of you, shaming you, screaming at you, you remembered the feeling of being told you no longer had a home there, all of it, you couldn’t think of anything else. Your hands continue to tremble as you pull your belt off and let your pants fall, nearly tripping out of them, your head starting to spin. You tried to fight off the lightheaded feeling, blinking hard as you made your way to the couch despite the tunnel vision you were experiencing.

The couch is a temporary sanctuary, you lay in your underwear and tank top on the fabric and try to focus on breathing. You’re not sure how long you sit, the room spinning around you.

You couldn’t call Janine, it was her wedding you had just ran from. You couldn’t call Sam, she was still at the wedding. You certainly couldn’t call Jessie. There was no one you could turn to, no one to confide in at the moment, so instead, you sat loathing in self hatred.

You sat staring at the ground in front of you, not able to break your stare, as the memories of your parents telling you everything that was wrong with you rang through your mind. The sound of your phone ringing from across the room breaks your mind from the fog it was in. You push yourself up from the couch and walk over to it to see Jessie’s face and name on.

Her face brings up mixed emotions, on one hand, it brings you happiness, deep down you know hearing her voice would be relaxing, she’d know how to calm you down. On the other, she’d make you spiral all over again, her voice would remind you of how she had called after you to wait as you had bolted from the reception. Instead of torturing yourself more, you walk away from the phone, letting it ring and ring, and move to your bedroom.

It wouldn’t fix anything long term but sleeping would at least help you get away for a couple hours.

[vanishingcherry]

Hi! I see the requests are open so can I get social media au for Ollie Bearman with camille pidoux as the y/n face claim? (I'll drop the detail of request and the face claim's intagram on the next one)

based on this request. hii! thank you sooo much for your request, i absolutely loved the details and tried to make it as perfect as possible.

masterlist

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(EXTRA)ORDINARY LOVE

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olliebearman date nights with my love

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olliefan1 this is like a hair appreciation post

formula1forever its the way we dont even know what she looks like but everyone is already simping over her

↳ olliefan2 its her vibes... theyre captivatingly powerful

olliefan3 I JUST WANNA KNOW HER NAME PLS OLLIE

olliesmysterygf we love someone who loves books

For as long as you could remember, Ollie Bearman had been in your life. Your parents claimed that the two of you met in 4th grade, but you could swear you had known him much longer. It was as though your brain was engraved with images and stories from his childhood, his old picture-books being your main source of entertainment at his home.

The two of you were inseparable growing up. Everyone gave up at some point, your parents, teachers and even friends. You came as a set, and that didn't change when you started dating.

Admittedly, you had been hesitant at first. You loved him, there was no doubt of that. It was clear as day to the both of you as well as everyone else. He loved you too, more than he thought possible. But his career prospects meant he would be far away from home majority of the year. Quite simply, you were afraid he would forget about you one day, leaving you behind, heartbroken and alone. Even as friends you found it hard when he left, it felt like the other piece of you was no longer there.

However, in classic Ollie fashion, he managed to convince you. Alongside a plethora of gifts and little notes, he made a promise to never do anything to hurt you or let you forget your worth. Till date he had kept that promise, not once giving you reason to worry.

The two of you were older now, no longer little kids running around in the backyard after school, but the intensity of your love was the same. Although you couldn't be with him in person all the time, you cherished the moments you could. You went on dates all the time, simple and quiet ones, but they were incredible nonetheless.

Ollie would regularly take you to bookstores, feeding into your love of reading. He didn't read much himself, and was perfectly content sitting back and watching you pick out things to read, looking over the back cover before bringing them back for him to hold. He didn't mind, he'd do anything for you. You were perhaps one of the few people in his life who had never used him for his fame, never befriended him with the sole purpose of scoring passes to a race. It was why he had vowed to himself to never lose you, he understood how rare it was to find someone who cared as much as you did.

Another sign of Ollie being perfect was the fact that your cat absolutely adored him. The moment Ollie entered a room, your cat would forget about everything else entirely, although you understood why, you sometimes wished you could do the same as well.

You loved him, and he loved you. That was all you knew, and all you needed to know.

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yourusername a little bearman appreciation post (because no matter what, ill always love you)

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yourbff HIS HAIR IN THE SECOND PICTURE

↳ olliebearman ITS HELMET HAIR LEAVE ME ALONE

olliebearman thank you my love ❤️

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yourfriend you guys are so cute together!

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olliebearman so, so proud and so delighted to tell you that the love of my life got into cambridge! shes the genius out of the two of us, if you couldn't tell... i love you so much darling! ❤️

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olliefan4 CAMBRIDGE? DAMN RIGHT SHES A GENIUS

f2fan ollie is a genius too, he was smart enough to get the prettiest person ive ever seen

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olliefan6 he brings her flowers that so sweet

↳ bearboy and the way the flowers match her outfit too like this man thought of everything

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olliebearman it seems you have found her... so i present to you the most wonderful person in the world- my girlfriend yn.

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olliefan7 not the emphasis on "my girlfriend" like that man knows were gonna try and steal her

yourusername thank you bebe

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↳ olliefan8 SHES COMMENTING ON HIS POSTS NOW

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olliefan10 SHES SO PRETTY NO WAY

olliefan11 watch this account become a yn fanpage now bcs honestly i would do the same

[youronlydarlin]

🥰Hey can you write a fic for me. Simon buys thongs and he puts them on, he’s all naked with just thongs on. He also lives alone and makes a sexy slow walk to his bedroom door trying to be seductive and he lick his lips and bites it as he gives his ass a little shake. Then Leon jumps and hangs himself by his thongs on the door giving himself a wedgie and he’s screaming loud. His balls squeezed from the thong and his bare ass on display as he hangs from his thongs receiving the wedgie, he screams but he enjoys it

Hi, what?

You stand in the corner, confused, bewildered, afraid. Half eaten pizza falling to the floor at the sight of... What ever the fuck this is..

It's 3am and you're convinced that what you're seeing is a hallucination, a twisted trick your sleep addled mind bestowed on you as the consequence of not properly taking care of yourself. But of all the fucking horror your brain could've conjured, why this? Was this some sort of secret fantasy that you've locked away and neglected? Tossed to the back and left to starve like that one artificial pet you used to play on your moms phone when you were 7? What was so enticing about the image of Ghost from the hit game Call of duty wearing a thong? With the special participation of Leon Kennedy from the world renowned classic Resident Evil game?

It's all just too much, your knees threaten to give out and you're wondering if it's really too late to get therapy. All you wanted was to go back to your room with a snack, and no, Ghost's ass does not count.

It's like watching a car crash, no matter what you do you can't stop looking. Like you're not in control of your eyes. Forced to look up at the morbid scene that's forever engraved into your memory.

When all of a sudden Deadpool crashes in through the window, he carries you to the basement where you have a hot steamy threesome with Wolverine.

And they all lived happily ever after...

a/n: I can't believe after months of disappearance this is what breaks my no fic streak. I'm deeply sorry to anyone who reads this

Yours, truly

–Dolly

[kritterscribbles]

I FINALLY GAVE MY SHADOW A PROPER DESIGN REF *EXPLODES*

I've been meaning to for ages now but I kept getting sidetracked by other things, but it's done now and I'm super happy with it!! A couple design notes just bc I want to set my thoughts down somewhere:

Given that my Shadow is based in/on the canon from Hitoshi Ariga's manga, that's the design I pulled from and based this off of. However, considering Shadow is supposed to be stealth unit, the brighter, cream-colored accents from both the classic!verse and Ariga—while nice—kinda scratched at my brain wrong? So I tried to keep the design, but darken the colors.

Muffler is red because this ref is post-Stardroid Arc. Before that point he still had his blue one, and I like the idea his new red is somewhat of a tribute.

Yes, that is a hip chain. Yes, those are piercings. While I'm not entirely sure when he got each of them, I think he had them by the time of the Stardroid War.

Eye makeup I am also unsure about, but that's only because i need to figure out if it's printed on his skin or it's something that will eventually need to be re-applied.

Extra sketches n stuff under the cut:

From left to right, top to bottom: Uncolored Kuiperdroid concept, what his body looks like under the armor, A closer look at his piercings, and back engravings I was toying with.

[amid-fandoms]

dan and phil are simultaneously the reason i'm in a reading slump and also a big motivator for me to pick up my books again especially dan mentioning camus in the last vid. just looking at my 10 shelves of classics makes me want to devour them but instead i just open dapg and rewatch things that have been engraved in my brain for ages

[slaaverin]

Is there a Harry Fic you would recommend above all others?

Thanks

Hi,

In HP fics I read only Drarry so I hope that's ok with you 🥰

I would recommend above all Running on air

But Turn is a tie.

Both are top classics and so incredibly good and beautiful. Both made me cry and rewired my brain. They are engraved in my soul and I will never ever forget them. You can't go wrong with either of them.

Hope that helps 💜

[matchagyudon]

Charisma, Hitoriboushi (A Solitary Tribute Death) - Iori Motohashi English Lyrics Translation

TL Notes:

奉死 (houshi) is kind of a pun of 奉仕 (houshi) which is service. 奉死 (houshi) isn’t really a common combination, but 奉(hou) does have a meaning to “dedicate” which is what Iori is very well known for. He alone (独り, hitori) dedicates his body, and therefore eventually his death to whomever. 奉 in this case is an auxiliary that shows tribute to something. His death (死, shi) is a tribute to those he works himself to death for.

The “humble” pleasure in the sense of kairaku(快楽) is pleasure from freedom of earthly desires.

回峰行/kaihōgyō: thousand-day walk through the mountains from Hieizan to the old Imperial Palace in Kyoto (ascetic practice of the Tendai sect).

澪標/miotsukushi is a play on words (wow this is happening quite a lot here!) of 身を尽くし/mi wo tsukushi. A Heian-era classic Japanese poem (waka) by Prince Moriyoshi goes: “Miserable, now, it is all the same, channel-markers at Naniwa-- even if it costs my life, I will see you again!” (Translation by Dr Joshua Mostow) < That link goes more in-depth between the two. 

I took a bit of liberty with 記憶の花/kioku no hana. Instead of saying “memory flower/flower of memory” I chose to put “forget-me-nots” as the flower most commonly associated with memory.

Also-- I just wanted to point out that the way they "officially" read "houshi" is "boushi" that's why the transliterated title is "Hitoriboushi" but he clearly says it as "houshi" as a reference to the word for service.

The voice calling me to humble pleasure consumed my brain With no way to shake it off, I return to you

Yielding myself to writhe in pleasant submission Controlling my own desires, aah, it drives me crazy

Chores, serving meals, massages Thousand-day pilgrimage, human sacrifice If anyone tries to steal those from me I’d sooner kill them

From the bone, all the way down to the marrow To the softly falling blossoms I would give up my life And it would come to an end… I would serve, serve, and serve-- until my dying breath This solitary tribute death

My favorite collar shackles me As a sign of my vow, if you would please let me be I cannot help but to be your slave For it is my purpose in life

If you wish for it (let me seek it) Tase me, blaze me, dunk me in an ice bath too My body (remembers it) This sinful love, passionately engraved

Please order me around! Come on! (I’ll bring you food) Do you need an organ donor? (Thank you) I’ll take on burdens from an alternate dimension right away Right now

From the bone, all the way down to the marrow To the softly falling blossoms I didn’t choose to be like this This is just how I live

Oneday… I will fall In the end, I’d like to be by your side Bloom, bloom, blooming bountifully I will become your “forget-me-nots”

And if I could be reborn again I would serve you once more Your esteemed orders Please give me more and more

A Solitary Tribute Death (google.com)

[on-wine-dark-seas]

Why doesn't anyone talk about how frighteningly smart Sukuna is? Not only can he learn any technique no matter how difficult it is just by seeing it once, but he understood how Gojo's technique works (which requires knowledge of advanced physics and mathematics). He is also a clearly cultured man, who enjoys poetry (when reading the manga directly from the Japanese it is much more evident how Sukuna uses Haikus on different occasions).

He also enjoys archery, and thanks to Uraume's epilogue we learn that Sukuna knows how to hunt animals and build (he built a refrigerator and probably a hut as well).

God, Sukuna deserves more appreciation, I love him.

Not only is he frighteningly smart, he's also unnervingly intuitive about people's motivations and lines of thought. His ability to learn how Mahoraga's adaptation works, and to deconstruct the TS technique to suit his needs was really where I saw how brilliant he was because no one else could possibly do that. He also knows EXACTLY where jujutsu techniques are engraved on the brain, implying he has intimate knowledge of the human anatomy, which I suppose goes without seeing as he is a cannibal.

He came up in the Heian era, which is marked as a truly classical period of art, literature, and culture in Japanese history. Even a man living alone in the woods like him could likely become well-read and learned in the arts of poetry and history. What really gets me is how he manages to retain it all.

And I did notice he uses poetic language in the Japanese releases! My grasp on reading Japanese is rusty as fuck, but he has a thing for moonlight [he references it on several occasions]. It's one of the reasons I write him speaking as eloquently as a poet because I've always considered Sukuna to be the warrior-poet archetype. He loves the beauty of battle as much as he loves the beauty of nature. He and Gojo are similar in their samurai-like mentality and approach to jujutsu and life in general.

His archery skills were a given considering the chosen shape of his Kamino is an arrow, which I adore. I had Sundari turn her version of it into flaming brass knuckles as a reflection of her brute strength.

Also the implication that he built everything for himself with his own hands just...yeah, that's a man right there, Your Honor. A husband. A provider. A FATHER. Whew.

He's honestly one of the most well-rounded and fascinating characters I've seen on the page in such a long time and I don't think I'll ever stop talking about how great he is.

[kustas]

Hii, do you have some recommendations for euro comics that are available in english (aside from moebius' stuff and rabbi's cat)? :)

Die Laughing: Franquin is a household name in "classic" (60/70s) euro comics, while he's mostly known for his children's adventure comics I believe this one is worth reading if for the art alone. They're short stories if not single page comics that are akin to newspaper comic strips if it wasn't for their edgier, pessimistic content.

The Arctic Marauder: Fantastical drama set in the late 19th century that entirely commits to the bit. Drawn like old engravings and with equally inspired paneling, this is a great looking comic. The story might be a bit too weird for the average reader, it's pessimistic and political, and like in all of Tardi's work every character is mean and ugly. I like it there

Black Order Brigade: spoke about this one on here before. A bunch of ageing former spanish facist fighters decide to reunite for a final battle following a terrorist attack. Good thriller that carries the weight of upcoming death throughout it's whole run. If you like martial themes this one's for you

Anything by Druillet, a slightly forgotten king of trippy ass paneling and 70s fantasy stories. If you like the album covers Roger Dean made and ever thought "hm. I wish giant space mechs and reality bending adventures happened in there, and I also wish I could sear off my eyeballs reading comics". You're in luck. Strongly recommend getting the physical editions for these ones

All of these artists are big french names from the same era as Moebius or right after, who while super famous here don't have much name recognition internationally outsides of niche fan circles.

For non french artists, I'm a huge fan of Sergio Toppi (who I discovered pretty recently! With his mythology series. Got the ice themed one). He has very striking style. His work got compiled in collected volumes of shorts which are pretty good

Fpr one last rec, I'm giving this one with a strong disclaimer: this is not very good. While it's interesting to look at and fun at times you'll have to grit your teeth through a lot of fantasy genre cringe compilation classics. If you're ready to suffer in the name of camp, The Mercenary is a spanish comic entirely oil painted with frankly ridiculous detail that I've regularly read when I have no more brain and want to see guns mounted dragons. 70s Sci-fi Art on tumblr has a great collection of the artist's work, mostly illustration, but there's some panels here and there.

That's about all that comes to mind for today :)

[yousummonusonceyousummonustwice]

pokey this is ur fault i’ve been listening to the guy who didn’t like musicals and its now engraved into my brain. the apotheosis is upon me?1!1?1

anyways question for you all, do you guys like musicals? I like them so much (Mostly Epic The Musical and Hatchetfield Trilogy)

Yes, yes it is :] And YES YES YES YES YES :]]]]]] *insert flappy hand here*

yeah, i like them enough :}

Yeah, they’re pretty cool :D

Yeah, I especially like movie musicals :3 (I will kill you)

I’d like to say no because of how much I’ve had to listen to Pokey talk about his musical, but sadly musicals theatre is pretty good

Yeah, I like some musicals. I’m prefer more classic musicals, but more modern musicals are good too

[jadewing-realms]

Okay but this game has ruined vampires for me, understand? Some people, when someone says "vampires" their brains might immediately conjure good ol Edward, the Cullens. Others think of Lestat or What We Do in the Shadows or Buffy or Castlevania, Vampires the Masquerade, maybe even classic Dracula. I dunno, insert any other various vamp media title here.

But no, there is an Astarion-shaped impression permanently engraved behind my skull now and for now and forever, if I see anything related to vampires, the first thought in my monkey brain is gonna be about this loveable asshat of a pale elf.

Thank you for altering my very subconscious, Larian. This is a gift. I won't forget it.

[mrsillymccoolguy]

here’s a poem I made about a month back that reminds me of Abed

(Intro To) Romantic Cinema

I want one tear rolling 

Like the credits on the silver screen

Late nights and a single rose

Painting portraits of you in my daydreams 

One hand that touches mine during scary scenes 

Or maybe an arm that slides behind my back, grounding and leaving me with goosebumps 

A boom box held high at my front porch , an open window waiting for someone to come on in

An exciting new adventure 

A thrilling new chapter 

Maybe it’s dumb

To want the typical romance I see in the theaters

A dare leads to true love

If your a bird then please, show me your world

Your mythical fantasies 

From love triangles to misunderstandings

Hell even ‘under the sea’

Engraved into my brain is our everlasting memories 

Maybe one day I can have love like in the movies.

But for now I’ll blow out 16 candles

And every wish will be for you

From the freaks, the geeks, and the classic hits

The fists raised high , disastrous parties and wings in the sky

I hope to be an idiot teenager

And wish to be one of a kind.

-DanFran 2023

this is my first time sharing my poetry on tumblr so I hope you enjoy it!! should I post more of my poetry on here? Let me know please! If I do I might add a little voice message too bc I prefer reading out my poetry and stuff<3

[dogwittaablog]

this ask turned into some insane ramble feeling journal entry dump thing that got away from me im so sorry

i got into hockey last year during the playoffs and had basically no interest in nolpat or the flyers like watching the burner exposé unfold meant basically nothing to me. i didnt even know all the nhl teams much less care about this brain damaged draft bust from a team not even in the playoffs but im currently living that NEET life and ive had time to be bored as fuck and fall down that rabbit hole and get invested. im so annoyed np is attractive (only when hes mostly cleanshaven and with certain hair lengths. his facial hair is nasty i think hes going through twink death) i watched the bo show and was smiling fuck my shit life.

the 1 on 1 nolpat flyers vid (https://youtu.be/UyjbFn2QRXk?si=UgsT637ka3_qFZbO&t=304) the interviewer at the end (like 5:04) asks what he wants people to associate with his name "probably just be a good person. a good teammate. thats kinda the main thing for me honestly......being a good teammate, good person off the ice is one of the most important things" with the knowledge of the burner is soo ironic like that media training is being put to work. i am finding some joy that majority of hockey fans only really remember him is for being an injury riddled bust or one half of a ship of him having gay sex with a teammate. and the burners. plus his biggest fans being people who shipped nptk and kinda headcanoned him as like genderfucky? because of his pretty face and the long hair. i bet he was fucking seething. he's so irrelevant now. i so badly want a front row seat of his life being shit. i want to see him to go through all levels of hell while alive. i hope he fucking hated living in philly. i want him to feel like sisyphus pushing that fucking pointless rock up that hill everyday (AND NOT ENJOYING IT OR FIND HAPPINESS IN THE ACTION). i lowkey need him to go bankrupt and start a gay4pay OF. can everyone please manifest with me. i need him to go through what he was saying about women on the burners. get in a skimpy dress and on the workbench now!!!! god hes a loser do u kno abt those batman 2022 riddler fanart/fics that has like horny incel vibes??

this is a lot and i'm sorry for coming to his grave and defacing it by hate jerking off while everyone is shit talking him.

I live for rambles ngl especially when they're articulate and self expressive mixed in with some good humour and relatableness.

He's stated more than once that he values how people perceives him especially around the locker room and team, but tbh if you read inbetween the lines I think he really was telling us that he mainly just values his friends, families, hockey bro's and his coaches/staff perception of him and not necessarily anyone outside of that. Not saying that's super bad but you can tell that mf is selective af with being genuinely nice to people in general.

STOP the way old videos of him really got us kicking and swinging our feet in the air. The BO show was such a classic gem ugh his laugh is literally engraved into my brain from that vid. Draft him was 10/10 nobody could deny it, he is too in love with the greasy musty look I don't know when we'd ever see him look like that again.

I am unaware of the batman 2022 riddler fanart/fanfics, but I'll jump into the rabbit hole.

[pouroverpaloma]

Hi!! I read your post about the US elections yesterday and I'm sending you all the love and courage to hold on 🫶 And uh, also some fics too!

I'm not too sure they all qualify as "unhinged" but I'll do my best to give you quality content. It's a bit all over the place on my favourite fandoms but I hope you'll like it. If you want more Rolan x Tav, I have bookmarked some on my AO3 here :)

Baldur's Gate 3:

Deeply and Immovably So, Rolan x Tav ; a long-burn story that's permanently engraved in my brain for EVER.

Scholars of Enchantement, Rolan x Tav ; a sweet and sexy fic about Rolan finding love and being an idiot, it's not unhinged at all but it feels very comforting!

Magistrate's Advocate, Astarion x OC ; it's good and reasonably unhinged, with stellar writing and fun and sexy moments too.

The Accountant's Guide [...], Astarion x OC ; by the same writer as above and it's fucking fun and a very good read, also slightly unhinged but in a good way!!

Mutually Assured Destruction, Gortash x Tav; good levels of unhinged (well, it *is* Gortash), and pulled me in immediately. Really recommend it!!

Avatar: the last airbender

The Sparrowkeet series, Katara x Zuko ; I read it a long time ago so it's a bit blurry but I do remember that it impacted me a lot back then. If you know the ship (a classic enemy to lovers) and like it, I'd recommend it for sure!

Game of Thrones

A Big Cop in a Small Town, Jaime x Brienne ; it's actually a crossover with Hot Fuzz (the movie) and I also read it a long time ago, but I never forgot it. Not too sure about the "unhinged" part but it's really funny, and one of my fav for this pairing.

I'm a bit all over the place today so that's all I have for you at the moment but I hope it'll help! Take care 🩷

!!! Thank you SO MUCH Paper!!! Oh man these all look great; there are some old favorites and some new picks I can’t wait to dive into (especially that last one?? I love Hot Fuzz so that’s going RIGHT in the folder)

I’m so touched and delighted that you took time out of your day to put this together for me. Thank you, really, this helps more than you know 💜

[youredreamingofroo]

*puts on evil hat* Music asks: 15, 16, 21, 25 *removes evil hat*

okay i completely forgot about this ask and i love music asks so much that i was dedicated to scrounging through like 300 posts to find my actual reblog of the music asks post LMFAO

from this post/rb

15, A song that is a cover by another artist >:))) I love this question so much because I get to share this PHENOMENAL cover by my fav indie rock band

16, One of your favorite classical songs Not to disappoint, but classical music is such a snooze fest for me, not a jab at classical music, moreso myself 😭😭 so I... don't have a fav :(

21, A favorite song with a person’s name in the title I dont remember if I've shared this one before but this song is literally engraved, engrained, carved, etched into my brain, i LOVEEE ricky's music sm but this song... oh my fucking god...

25, A song by an artist no longer living I don't really keep track of the living status of artists I listen to.. but I do know that the two artists from Her's (a band made up of those two artists) were killed in a car crash in 2019, so I'll go with them. The vocals in this song itch my brain soooo much i love them :3