#do not try and take that away from them for the sake of reality entertainment

[myfandomrealitea]

Honestly I'm getting really tired of how people treat celebrities.

People act like they're circus animals that exist solely to dance for their entertainment, and that being a celebrity means they don't deserve to have any boundaries or dignity or privacy.

Like I always see posts going "Oh boo hoo people are being mean to the poor celebrity, maybe they can wipe away their tears with their money while the rest of us starve :(" and it's like what the fuck are you talking about.

Them being famous and having a lot of money (although a lot of celebrities aren't actually super rich, which no one ever wants to acknowlege) doesn't give people the right to treat them the way they do.

Being rich means nothing if people are stalking you and breaking into your house and sending you unhinged love letters.

Being rich means nothing if people are taking pictures of your fucking children so they can sell the pictures to magazines.

Being rich means nothing if people are following you every time you're in public (or even in private!) so they can try and take a picture of you doing something embarassing or scandalous.

I'm honestly surprised there aren't more cases of celebrities having mental breakdowns and losing their shit due to the amount of harassment, stalking, and invasion of privacy they face.

Leave these goddamn people alone for fuck's sake.

I always see people saying:

"Its what you sign up for when you become famous."

And I just. No. So much no. No?? Non??? Nada.

Like yes when you're famous a certain amount of your privacy erodes because you become a public figure. Its in the name. But the way celebrities are literally treated like nothing more than creatures that exist for us to consume and observe and dictate and judge is fucking insane. We learned nothing from Britney Spears, apparently.

Celebrities have become such a disconnected reality from 'general living' that we are so fucking out of touch with the fact that they're literally just human beings. Eminem made a song about it and people just laughed it off as a great musical plotline and 'haha funny Stan lets turn it into fandom culture slang.' One Direction had to hide in unmarked trade vans and book out entire airports (which then got hacked) just to try to travel without getting mobbed. Toby Maguire got branded as 'rude and aggressive' for yelling at paparazzi who literally surrounded his car and blocked him from leaving a car park so they could take photos of him.

Celebrities should not have to take out contracts and protection orders and press gags just so they can raise their children in peace or take them on a fucking walk. Celebrities should not have to cover tattoos honoring their dead mother because some clown who thinks it'll turn into a Y/N moments replicates it without any care for its actual meaning. Celebrity nudes and sex tapes get hacked and leaked and the celebrity is simultaneously blamed for it and sexualised to absolute hell for it.

"Sources" are constantly selling-literally selling- private information about people and their lives and families and its just?? Considered so fucking normal?? Imagine having a miscarriage and finding out three days later that your co-worker sold that information to a news outlet and its now front-page news globally?

Imagine organising a secret, small wedding so you can have that special day with the person you love without it being ruined and you find out the fucking priest told the Daily Mail it was happening so your special day consists of hoards of photographers yelling at you while you try to speak your vows?

Honestly I believe we do need stricter regulations and laws regarding this kind of thing. I firmly believe in the freedom of photography in public spaces but I also firmly believe that should absolutely not cover paparazzi literally stalking people, mobbing them, blocking them in alleyways and parking lots, using telescopic lenses to take photographs inside their houses, ect. It simply shouldn't.

People need to start imagining themselves and their family members in these types of situations and recognise that its fucking inhumane.

[after-witch]

Gutter [Yandere Mahito x Reader]

Title: Gutter [Yandere Mahito x Reader]

Synopsis: Mahito took you a while ago. He’s not human. But it gets harder and harder to remember that. 

Word Count: 3000ish

Notes: yandere, kidnapped reader, noncon sex, mentions of mild physical abuse, degradation

You were so unremarkable that you doubted if even your parents could come up with something unique about you. Much less teachers, much less your (distant) friends. 

You were just… you. 

But there was something special about you, wasn’t there? Something that you never told anyone about, because by the time it happened--puberty, of course, it was always puberty--you were old enough to know that it spelled nothing but trouble.

Unremarkable, nobody-worth-mentioning-you… could see curses. Most people couldn’t, unless they had a talent for sorcery. You didn’t. 

But you were unlucky enough to casually see the awful things usually hidden behind a thick blissful wall. A barrier that kept people from realizing a curse was latched onto their side, their back, their throat.

You did your best to ignore them. Look away. Pretend they weren’t real and go about your business and hope to heaven that none of them would ever try to latch onto you. 

But one day, looking away from them wasn’t enough.

Because you bumped straight into a curse who didn’t look like a curse. And at first, you’d stammered, eyes to the ground, apologizing for being so clumsy to the man who was the unfortunate victim of your inability to pay attention to your surroundings.

“Oh,” the man said, “What’s this?” And it was the oddest thing. His voice sounded almost like a pleased purr. But why--?

The realization was slow, like walking through molasses. 

You’d looked up, starting from his feet, slowly taking in an appearance that looked like it belonged on some Halloween show. A strange outfit. Scars, stitches, and mis-matched eyes.  

A costume, maybe? But even you didn’t entertain that thought for long, because something about him was inherently wrong. It made your gut boil. 

He peered down at you, a soft, growing curiosity on his face. His eyes were different colors. His face was stitched. 

And then he grinned, and you knew what he was, because inside that grin was everything horrible that ever was and ever would be. 

He was a curse. And he was smiling at you.

But it was too late for you to do anything about it.

--

The couch underneath you was stained and patched. But it was better than sitting on the concrete of the sewer, so you were grateful for it. 

That’s what your life had dwindled down to--being grateful for a ratty, old sofa with mysterious (and regrettably, some not-so-mysterious) stains on the cushions.

You pick idly at one of the patches as Mahito comes into view, holding up a DVD case like it was a prized possession. You look up at him, because if you try to pretend he’s not there, he’s going to get annoyed. And if he gets annoyed…

“I got us a new movie!” He says, almost singsong. “It’s supposed to be very popular. I wonder why…” He flips over the case and skims over the back, and it makes your chest hurt. He looks so normal, in moments like these. He shouldn’t. He’s not normal. He’s not even a person, for God’s sake--

All thoughts cease as he inserts the DVD into the player and walks behind you, to what you might call the “kitchen” if you were going to call it anything. In reality it was a table stacked with haphazard boxed foods, a microwave and a small refrigerator intended for drinks. 

This last gadget he’d only dragged down here after the third or fourth bout of all-night vomiting from foods left out at room temperature. And even then, he’d fought your begging with a smile and soothing words. “But I don’t mind when you throw up! I don’t think it’s gross at all. Really, you shouldn’t be so self-conscious.”

The sound of popcorn from behind you doesn’t come as a surprise. Nor is the scraping dread in your stomach that follows as he plops himself down on the couch and throws his arms around your shoulder unfamiliar--only unwelcome.

It’s a comedy. At least he didn’t lie about that. You barely pay attention, but he does. He laughs, his arms wrapped around you, pulling you close now and then. It’s like you’re a couple having a movie night when the roommates are away. 

Only you’re not.

His fingers dig into the bowl of popcorn, and there’s a steady crunch as he eats (even though he doesn’t need to) and watches a comedy (even though he gets amusement from far nastier things on a regular basis) and snuggles against you.

“Not hungry?” 

His sudden voice is so close, his breath unnaturally cool against your cheek. It’s a blissful reminder of his inhumanity, that coolness. 

You shrug. You should eat. At least popcorn won’t give you food poisoning. 

You make no move to grab from the bowl, so he scoops another handful of popcorn into his palm and holds it up to your mouth, like he’s presenting a treat to a horse. 

You slowly open your mouth--what might happen if you don’t?--and he pushes the pieces inside one by one. His long fingers linger on your lips, dragging over them, and you shudder.

--

“I like them both, really, but I want your opinion.” 

Mahito shifts the two lingerie sets up and down, like he’s weighing them on a scale. One is a short black one-piece that is primarily see-through, with attached black garters creating a lascivious effect even on the hanger. The other is all pink frills, frou-frou to the extreme. 

The thought of wearing either makes you want to throw up, and you screw your eyes shut and turn your head away. Maybe if you don’t give him a reaction, he’ll get bored and move on.

You should know better, though. He doesn’t mind prodding at you until you give him a response. Sometimes, you realize you should be grateful for that. He could just kill you, if you stopped being entertaining. Instead he makes sure you’re not fully tuning out, not fully retreating into a blank shell where you can imagine you’re somewhere else.

“Ahh, you’re feeling shy?” He grins and drapes both sets over a chair. You curl your fingers inward until they pinch your palms. “It’s okay. I’m the only one who will see  you in them, you know…”

You dig in harder, until Mahito’s hand is on your chin, and your eyes open out of jerky reflex.

“Was that the wrong thing to say?” He looks genuinely confused, and genuinely curious. He lets go of your chin and slots himself next to you on the bed. “You’ll look good in either set! Or you can wear nothing. You’re prettier than me, did you know that?”

It’s like he’s trying out different things, to see what makes you tick in the right way. Or is he trying to make you feel better? Either option makes your chest tighten for different reasons.

You give him a tired, withering look.

He grins, and pokes your cheek.

“Don’t worry. If you can’t pick, I don’t mind taking the decision off your shoulders!”

--

Sometimes, Mahito fucks you. It’s never quite the same. It makes you feel like one of his experiments, though you’re writhing for quite a different reason than they are as he hums and decides just how large he wants to make himself for this particular session. 

You’ve only come a few times, and it was essentially by accident. Mahito was mostly concerned with his own gratification, with stretching--sometimes literally--the limits to see what he could do. You don’t care, not really, but you can’t say it makes the experience more enjoyable when you’re left sore and unfulfilled. 

Lately, though, he’s added something startling. More startling than when he surprises you with extra hands to shove roughly inside or an impossibly long tongue snaking into your mouth, choking you.

Now, he’s taken to holding you after sex. Not holding you down while you whimper and squirm, but simply… holding you. Quiet and calm. 

And that’s where you are now, snug in his arms, sweat on your brow, as he guides your head to rest on his shoulder and rests his own chin on top of your head. His hands come up to stroke at your cheek, and you’re so tired, so dazed, that you don’t even flinch.

“That is pleasant, isn’t it?” He murmurs. You can’t tell if he’s asking you or talking to himself.

Pleasant…

As if he didn’t force you. As if he didn’t hold you down. As if there weren’t bruises on your wrists, your neck, your soul.

But as he pulls you closer and you find yourself lulled by the idle strokes of his fingers on your skin, the calmness exuding from his body, you can’t help but feel your body relax until it feels heavy and buzzing.

This was pleasant.

If you ignored everything else that came before.

--

Mahito pries open your thighs with only token resistance on your part, since you aren’t keen on the all too familiar bruises from his fingers today.

This is not unusual.

Mahito spreads your legs apart and doesn’t immediately start fucking you with his fingers or cock.

This is a little unusual.

Mahito crawls in between your legs, flat on his stomach, and rests his chin in his hand while he stares intently at your pussy.

This is definitely unusual.

“What are you…” You lean up on  your elbows, curiosity and fear swirling sourly in  your stomach.

He pouts up at you.

“I’ve been selfish, haven’t I? I read a book…” He points to the stack of books piled next to his hammock, as if you know exactly which one he’s talking about. “It says women are often ignored by men when it comes to sex. That some women don’t even get to orgasm!” He sighs, drawing it out. “I have been ignoring you… so awful.”

His gaze returns to between your legs, 

There is a dueling urge to snap your thighs shut or spread them wider. 

Mahito makes the choice for you. He reaches out and gently pulls the lips of your pussy apart.

“This little button for instance… the book said most women need it touched.”

You swallow hard. 

His thumb reaches out and strokes your clit, softly, almost tickling. 

“It’s like a little pearl.” There’s a grin in his voice as he continues to rub. You can’t help it when your hips grind down, wanting more friction than he’s giving. He seems to take the hint and presses harder, and there’s a delightful spark of pressure that runs straight down your gut.

“Mahito,” you gasp.

“I like that,” he whispers. “Say my name like that again. Like you want me. And you do, don’t you?” He grins. “Now that I’m touching this cute pearl…” His words bring tears to your eyes, or maybe it’s his touch–you can’t tell the difference. 

His thumb begins to rub slow circles around your clit, the pressure increasing your pleasure with every touch.

“Mahito.” Your voice is a soft keen. You don’t even mean to obey his order, it’s entirely instinctive. He’s making you feel good and you should say his name.

“The book said that not all women can orgasm without different types of stimulation, too, so..."

He leans his head closer, and you're only barely aware of what he's doing before his tongue licks a long stripe that ends with wiggling his tongue tip around your clit.

“Oh--”

He shifts gears, then, lapping at you slowly yet firmly.

You throw back your head and let out a series of keening grunts. It’s not enough to get off, not yet, not when you went from completely untouched to being lapped at like a bowl of milk, but…

“This is better, huh?” His words are practically spoken into your pussy, and you can feel the way some of your wetness clings to his lips as he speaks. “I still want to have my fun, but you should have fun too, shouldn’t you?” Again, you can’t quite tell if he’s asking you or simply affirming it to himself. 

It doesn’t matter, because all you can really focus on is his tongue, and the way the digit begins to swirl around your clit, applying more pressure.

“Yes,” you breathe out, moaning. Your fingers clench the sheets. “More--like that, like that, please, oh please.” 

Mahito presses a chaste kiss to your swelling clit. “Are all human women so polite when you lick them here? Or just you?” Heat burns your cheeks. But he doesn’t need an answer, and in a moment you feel his tongue on you again, tracing firmer patterns, providing just the right pressure for a warm tension to grow perfectly right. 

Your head turns from side to side--you want it, you don’t, you do--as the tension between your legs builds and builds until it finally snaps and floods your senses with red hot sparks. Your legs kick out helplessly, and your breathy moans are almost bewildered. 

Mahito keeps licking, soft little laps, until your body relaxes and you begin to come down from the high. Gradually your heart rate slows, gradually you realize exactly what happened. 

He waits until you look at him to speak.

“You looked absolutely ridiculous like that, did you know?”

His grinning mouth glistens with your wetness. Heat flushes from your chest to your face at the sight of it--and the way his words make your stomach twist in shame. 

“But don’t worry, I like it. I want to see that face again…”

You don’t have time to do more than whimper as he lowers himself back down between your legs. He licks his lips grotesquely, his tongue stretching until he’s lapped up every bit of you clinging to his mouth, before he returns his tongue to your clit. 

This time, the pleasure is mingled with a vague over-stimulation that makes you let out little keening whimpers every time he presses harder with his tongue. Sweat beads on your forehead and your back stretches as you grind yourself down towards him, wanting more despite how strange it feels. 

It’s so much… but it still feels good, and if anything, you reach your peak faster now that you (and Mahito) have had a taste of it. The second orgasm hits harder, and you gasp with your mouth strained open as your back arches so far you’re worried it might pull out. 

But he’s not done.

He’s not done, because his fingers are back on your clit even before you get time to catch your breath, pinching it firmly enough to make you squeal. 

“Not again,” you groan, half-whining. “I can’t--oh, I can’t, please,  Mahito, Mahito--it’s too much.” 

Mahito hums, and positions himself until he’s looming over you, his fingers still working your clit as your legs kick and your hips try to twitch out of his reach. His other hand--it must be a third one, because his palm goes to rest on your cheek--pins your hip down with ease. There will be bruises later.

Mahito leans down close to your ear. His cool breath almost snaps you to reality, but then his finger is rubbing your clit back and forth, stimulating the bundle of nerves until you swear you see sparks behind your eyes. 

“Try,” he murmurs in your ear, all cold honey and poison. “Try for me, won’t you? Since you’re being so good for me?”

It hurts, but it feels good. It’s too much, but you want more. You feel ashamed, but you don’t care. 

You murmur something soft and pitiful, something like assent, and his eyes widen as he thrusts a finger inside you to aid with the stimulation of your clit. 

You grunt, primal in your pleasure, as he doesn’t let up the stimulation until the painfully good feeling in your clit tightens to the point of release. It’s like someone has pulled a string running from your belly to your clit as taught as possible and let it go--there’s relief and pleasure and discomfort all rolled into one overwhelming experience. Your legs and thighs shake wildly as you clench around his finger, and Mahito’s third hand releases your held hip. He leans back and watches you from head to toe, taking it all in, committing it to memory. 

As you come down from the overstimulated high, you feel his finger pull out just before he leans down and presses a wet, hungry kiss to your mouth. You don’t need to be forced to open your mouth this time, gasping as his tongue--thankfully the normal size--swirls around yours. 

You murmur something into his mouth, unprovoked, not even realizing that it’s coming out until he pulls back and asks you to repeat yourself without his tongue in the way. 

“Thank you,” you repeat. Your voice is soft and meek and God help you, grateful. Sexual experiences with Mahito never felt like this. Especially not twice. Especially not three times, over-stimulation notwithstanding.

Mahito’s thumb trails across your lower lip. He opens his mouth, but whatever he said is retracted as he closes it again. He presses a sloppy smooch to your nose and pulls back, all energy, all excitement.

“Now it’s my turn for fun, okay?” He’s grinning, and the exuberance is almost contagious as you find yourself letting out a short, startled little laugh at his sudden change. 

He glances down at you, and the soft, curious expression he wore when he first met you is there on his face. It’s smoothed over in a moment, replaced with a grin. Replaced with his hands spreading your thighs even wider, and his fingers pushing his trousers down until his erect cock is right in view.

If you were thinking and not caught in a brain fog from your triple orgasms, the physical and mental turmoil that they took, the reappearance of that curious expression might give you pause. Might make you think. Might make you wonder about why he made it, and what he’s thinking, and what it means for you. 

But all you can think about is whether or not Mahito will try to make you come for a fourth (and a fifth? And a--) time while his cock is sheathed inside you. All you can think about is how good his cock might feel this time, with your pussy wet from multiple orgasms and your nerves tingling and stimulated.

There will be bruises, afterward. There are always bruises, with Mahito. Sometimes ones you can’t even see.  This time will be no different, in that respect. 

But this time, the memory of his wrists gripping yours or his mouth biting bruises into your neck will be mingled with the way your back arched and toes curled and the sight of Mahito's face, glistening with your pleasure on his lips.

[narcoticwriter]

This newest episode has done a lot more in revealing more of the character's personalities.

We have Pomni able to empathize with Gummigoo when he's undergoing a crisis as well as Kinger having a moment of sage-like clarity when he's talking to Ragatha about how long it took her to adjust to her new reality and comparing it to Pomni's current blight. Both of them have an insight and an observance gained through personal experience and being open enough to be vulnerable about these matters.

I would also like to highlight Pomni's introspection into how she felt (or still might feel) and how she talks about it. However hesitant she was, as she kept talking and replying to what Gummigoo said, you can sense the clear genuine and empathetic feel she has for him while trying to relate.

Then we have Jax, breaking the preconceived notion of him being an asshole with a heart by going completely off the rails and doing shit for his own entertainment. While I wasn't completely shocked that he chose and craved overwhelming violence and chaos at the expense of everyone else, it is impossible to not note how blatant it was as well as how he views everyone else as a means to an end for the sake of that goal.

Ragatha's perky and upbeat coping mechanism of a personality was harped on initially, but I find that this is just how she manages to get through the day-by-day. I can't blame her for it as well as going along with it because it keeps her sane enough. However, I will also note that she is more than willing to keep a level head (or as level of a head as she can given the present reality they're in) and attempt to ground the rest of the group in her way.

I feel as if we have yet to see all of Gangle, but from what we have so far, I find Gangle to be very sweet but very timid and easily taken advantage of. The drawing she made with Kaufmo means so much to her and really points to how much she cares about the others, but she is also constantly berated by Jax and seems to just... take it. I have my eye on her, as I am fully expecting her to snap and try and strangle him at some point.

What surprised me the most about the personalities of the characters, however, was Zooble. Zooble can easily be seen as someone who's standoffish and doesn't care, but she really does and just keeps it realistic. She's quick to voice what she doesn't want to do, but at least she's not running away from the reality of the situation and will face it regardless of what it is.

All-in-all, pretty solid episode for those. I really liked it and I can't wait for the next one!

[mdhwrites]

I saw a post a while ago lambasting Amphibia for having its characters 'do the most horrendous shit imaginable' for the sake of comedic plots and get off far too easily for it. In their view, Amphibia took slapstick comedy way 'too far' sometimes. I thought this was quite hyperbolic; the protagonists made serious mistakes, but rarely anything I'd call unforgivable, especially since they'd almost always show a level of remorse. But it did make me think about the way immoral acts are portrayed in comedic shows, and how we, as viewers, can tolerate and forgive things we probably wouldn't in real life because of the way these acts are presented to us.

I mean, think about Hop-Pop using mind control on Anne, Sprig and Polly in Children of the Spore. If anything like that happened to you in real life, chances are you wouldn't react to someone violating your body and mind by shrugging your shoulders and going 'well, guess we pushed you pretty far.' You'd probably beat the shit out of HP and never talk to him again. But that episode is kinda self-aware about the awfulness of it all (which I love). Polly flat-out says the old frog crossed all kinds of ethical and moral lines XD

Going back to the whole 'too far' accusation, though, I'm pretty sure we're smart enough to understand the difference between a silly frog show and real-life crimes. I don't think there needs to be super realistic consequences to everything (as the post I mentioned was suggesting) when your focus is on writing a slice-of-life fantastical comedy. I guess the only real argument you could make is 'but it's teaching kids to forgive absolutely atrocious, unforgivable things!' And...maybe? But I'm pretty sure any kid with their head screwed on straight understands not to replicate or forgive immoral behaviour too easily.

I guess what I'm trying to ask is, do you think characters doing awful things for the sake of comedy or plot can go too far, in that they can unintentionally make characters far too heinous to sympathize with, or do you think complaints like those of the post I mentioned above are a result of taking something far too seriously? Is there even such a thing as 'too far' when it comes to slapstick comedy?

So let's talk about intent, tone and framing because these things REALLY matter to a story. It's actually part of the problem with fandoms wanting everything to be realistic, darker, etc. because they're really asking for one thing: For them to all be the same. To not be what they are because, you know, the fact that these are comedy cartoons for kids MATTERS.

But first let's actually shift gears AWAY from cartoons for a second to talk about things being genuinely irredeemable for comedy. MANY people are really against prank style reality tv because it preys so completely on human suffering. Because these people are doing terrible things to just normal people. I personally don't like the premise... But I like Impractical Jokers. That show frames it DEMONSTRABLY more about terrible things happening to these four friends, by these four friends, and usually the worst they do to others is leave them a little confused or a bit uncomfortable. One of the big elements to changing this is that all the challenges are effectively dares. Someone either commits to the bit or if it becomes too much, they dip out but they are ALLOWED to dip out, minus the final jokes which are always pretty much purely at the Joker's expense.

Are these four people bad people? No. But part of why we also know that is because it's television and they're doing it to entertain as part of being comedians. Bizarrely enough, a lot of modern cartoon fandoms seem to want to act like fiction IS reality. It's where you get people going "Oh, you're being so cruel to a 14 year old, nuerodivergent girl!" and me going "I'm being critical of a character in a narrative. Can you please stop telling me, an actual human being in the real world, to kill myself because of a fictional character?"

Because shock of all shocks, PEOPLE CAN TELL REALITY FROM FICTION! In fact, even kids can! The fucking video game industry had to go through this hell HARD to prove that killing people in a video game is not the same as having psychopathic tendencies in the real world. Do you know how many kids play CoD? And those kids are fine. At least most of them.

So with all of that preamble out of the way: When can a morality focused show fuck up?

It's actually incredibly rarely in the terrible things the characters do because the show USUALLY addresses these elements as part of the moral of the day.

For the example given of Hop Pop's mind control, it is shown as... Eerie to put it mildly. Even from go, Hop Pop only enjoys it so long as he doesn't have to interact with it. It is never framed as a positive besides a bit selfishness. However, Hop Pop is a good enough person to show genuine remorse and try to fix this. He puts in a lot of effort, is admonished as the lesson of the day is learned to not try to control people and to potentially compromise and then it MOVES. ON. Because they live in a fantasy world where anyone could die at any second. A day of none thoughts is not actually that big of a deal, especially since it wasn't done out of malice or even really on purpose. It's a part of the fun of the setting and of the fantasy genre as a whole that you can just do these weird concepts like this and move on because magic happens sometimes. You might grumble for a day or two but hey, at least it was your neighbor and not the king, am I right!? Hail King Andrias.

A big part of this though, and why so many morality driven shows can have characters do terrible things without imparting the wrong lessons, is because it's addressed. Pretty much explicitly. It is framed as wrong, addressed as wrong and then fixed because it was WRONG. Even if it gives momentary gain, that gain is almost always also included in being wrong.

It's actually a formula that Amphibia purposefully breaks for an episode, carrying it over from directly the one before, because there genuinely was one crime committed that hadn't been addressed and by the time it was, that sin had grown to a point where it was too reasonable to have a character still be mad to ignore it: The music box. Hop Pop hiding it is actually an AWFUL thing to do because it dooms Anne, it means her parents will never get closure, dooms the rest of Anne's friends, etc. etc. Hop Pop has to be okay with Anne never quite being fully happy because of always wanting to go home while also living with this false hope that he implanted into her. A trust he has not earned because of the lie.

So even after they theoretically have their morality episode about the box, Amphibia takes this time for such a PERSONAL attack on Anne to stick with her for another episode during The First Temple. It actually acknowledges that you don't get over everything immediately. That sometimes you need space. I don't even like that episode but the break in formula is actually meant to make the message more powerful, and does so successfully, especially because the crime was different. It wasn't of indifference or something quickly fixed. It was of long term AGONY and a complete breach in trust that would make one question what relationship they can have with another person. There's pretty much zero other crimes in the show like that besides Sasha/Marcy's betrayals, which aren't treated as easy fixes, and Andrias' betrayal is the heel turn that makes him the primary antagonist. These crimes, these personal, genuinely awful things to do to other people that could be replicated, unlike so much of the fantasy violence, are usually seen as something you do have to work on. It's a great, nuanced take on being a morality one off show while also being able to elevate some issues to being dealt with more seriously and consistently.

Also, quick note from someone on my Discord: They NEED to do bad things in order to teach! They are meant to be the bad example so when their actions lead to things going wrong, you understand not to copy that behavior. This is honestly storytelling 101 for most... Plots. Not just morals but plots. If the characters do NOTHING, nothing happens and nothing will be learned.

You want a show that will teach kids bad lessons and then reinforce there are no consequences for those? WELCOME TO THE OWL HOUSE! Specifically: The show that tells you to lie and keep secrets because your fear justifies keeping them!

I know that sounds shitty but like... Luz is the main character. For half of the show, she is portrayed as the second most moral character in the show behind Willow. She admonishes stealing, cheating, etc. as her contrast with Eda. Then after Yesterday's Lie... She literally can't stop lying and never faces consequences for it.

The closest actually comes in Falls and Follies where Amity at least forces a promise out of Luz to be more open with her. This actually though doesn't fix the problem, it just makes it WAY WORSE because one of the main targets of these lies, that kids can easily replicate, especially because Luz is almost always lying about things that might upset others which is the most common thing kids will lie about, is Amity. So now we have both lying and breaking promises. You know, two of the most basic morals any kids show should impart on the audience!

In Reaching Out though, Amity gets a little mad but then it's excused because of her dad! In Thanks to Them, no one gives a shit that Luz has been keeping secrets and lying for months. Camila makes sure Luz DOESN'T tell her friends the truth either about her plans. You know, Luz's MOM who should want her daughter to be an honest person. The show then constantly keeps cutting Luz off from telling anyone anything because it literally can't without revealing how bullshit what she's doing is until by the end of the show... Luz hasn't been punished in any way and the lies just... Drift away.

Completely unaddressed.

This causes a problem because while the lies theoretically hurt Luz... They hurt less than losing her friends. Hurt less than disappointing a parent. Hurt less than making her look bad. And this is the main character. The one kids are supposed to connect with the most. The one who usually most explicitly defines the morality of a show. And she is never punished or stopped from all. Of. Her. Lies.

(As a note: This is also how you get a lot of guys taking the wrong lessons from anime perverts. Sure, this guy gets smacked but he never loses his friends. Never faces real consequences. In return... He gets way more ass than the main character does, doesn't he? *gags violently*)

THAT is how you impart bad morals. It's not surprising to me that the fandom for TOH hides behind excuses so much for their show because their literal main character was justified, in fiction, to have all of the terrible things she did, all the choices she didn't have to make or the people she discarded, because she ALWAYS had an excuse. And so long as you have an excuse, by what TOH says, you can get away with fucking anything.

And mind you, that last part is NOT Luz specific. Have a bad uncle? Don't worry Hunter, the fact that you literally hunt, oppress and potentially kill wild witches can be entirely forgotten and ignored. Have a mean mommy? Don't worry Amity, we literally never have to properly address the literal years of bullying you did to another character or even how attempting to kill Luz was wrong. Collector? COME ON! You just had bad friends/family so now you just need good ones and we can forget all about you oppressing people for fucking months!

This isn't addressing these problems. These are excuses. And excuses can seem REALLY appealing to people. After all, how many hide awful acts or statements behind: "Come on, it was just a joke." Shields are useful for trying to avoid criticism after all. If you never acknowledge you were in the wrong, you don't have to feel bad for having done something mean, let alone terrible.

Just to bring it back to Amphibia: Sasha tries to do this. She believes she knows best so she feels justified in all she does because it will make everyone the happiest, at least in her own eyes. Then in Turning Point, she realizes the folly of her ways, addresses that she was a terrible person and plants her foot down FIRM. No more acting the part of protector while actually being a tyrant. She will risk her very life in order to right these wrongs. And we see it also in Commander Anne where she is taking the change seriously. These are two half episodes, a single episode in full, that lets us know that her actions were inexcusable and that they were wrong and now she is allowed to be a part of the good guys now that she has made sure the audience knows that they can look to her as an example.

One full episode to ADDRESS the fact that what Sasha did was wrong and to not excuse it but to learn from it.

That's why all these terrible things protagonists do in shows is fine. They learn from it. They genuinely regret their actions. They show the audience why they shouldn't have done it. It's never okay to the show that they did. Not that it can't be forgiven, because people should be allowed the chance to grow, but that it still wasn't okay.

For a kid's show, that is pitch perfect. It's why moral of the day storytelling exists and I can't really think of any huge errors in this department on Amphibia's side. It's pretty damn good at smacking someone over the head when they act like a jackass. At bare minimum, there are WAY worse examples out there.

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This is absolutely one of those criticisms that has me look at the person making it and go "Just admit you don't like cartoons. Or children's media in general probably." Admittedly, there's actually plenty of adult stuff just as childish, no one stays mad in Family Guy, so it's probably just "You don't like cartoons." It's the sort of bad faith criticism that just reveals you as not having actually wanted the product but whatever you thought the product should be.

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[jihyocentric]

3mix as professors who their students argue every year about if they are dating and if they are, which two would be dating, but in reality they are a throuple. It’s entertaining for them to watch their students fight about them though, but sometimes one of them may get insecure when the students clearly favour the other two as an otp. That leads to a pampering session where they are reminded the other two still love them just as much.

as much as they tried to hide their relationship, from time to time they’d give their students a few clues that could enhance their imagination.

they’ve been together for longer than any of their students could imagine, and with that, they have created habits that served as proof that they were indeed in a relationship. like the way nayeon would fix jeongyeon’s bangs and intertwine her hand with jihyo’s while they’re walking, way too close for someone who was only their friend.

nayeon was certainly the biggest threat to their secret coming out, but the other two weren’t completely innocent either. they worked in different buildings, but jeongyeon couldn’t resist the urge to spoil the both of them. during lunch time, sometimes she’d sneak out to give them sweets or merely steal a kiss where nobody could see them.

jihyo, however, was the most secretive out of the three, and that’s why some of their students came to the conclusion that she was but a friend of the real couple, nayeon and jeongyeon.

not all of them thought nayeon and jeongyeon were together — some of them rooted for miss park and miss yoo, others rooted for miss im and miss park. but the most popular couple was, surely, nayeon and jeongyeon.

even then, they had a good time making their students confused about their relationship. they weren’t trying to keep it a secret forever, but there was no need for their private life to be exposed.

that’s why the three of them would immediately change the subject whenever a student tried to get useful information about their relationship, never giving it away, even if they were bribed with candy and compliments.

but it was obvious enough, really. if their students were clever enough, they’d see the truth.

“wait, i think i forgot my phone in the office,” jihyo sighs, searching for the object inside her purse, finding nothing but her wallet and papers. “i’ll be right back.”

“not again.” nayeon groans. “if you take long to get it back we’re going home without you.”

“it’s her day to drive though.” jeongyeon points out, from the backseat.

“it’ll take less than five minutes, i promise!” jihyo presses a kiss on nayeon’s cheek that makes the grumpiness go away, doing the same with jeongyeon, despite struggling to reach her.

she grabs the car keys before leaving, knowing they wouldn’t leave without her, but it was better to be sure that they wouldn’t than fully trust them.

jihyo manages to walk fast enough to the office to get her phone, doing it in under three minutes, for nayeon and jeongyeon’s sake. she places it safely inside her purse, at the bottom where she wouldn’t lose it easily and gets ready to run again.

she only stops when she hears familiar voices at the end of the hallway, noticing that they’re talking about her, nayeon and jeongyeon again.

“they’re all dating.” ryujin concludes, decisive and tired of the discussion that started months ago.

“miss park wouldn’t do something like that.” lia denies, shaking her head.

jihyo raises her brows, mashing her lips to keep a laugh from coming out.

oh, but miss park would and she does.

“then why do they always go home together? miss yoo treats the both of them the same. and the three of them have matching rings. wedding rings!” yuna defends her theory, siding with ryujin.

“well, miss park probably lives near them. that’s why they go home in the same car!” yeji protests, certain that her and lia’s conclusion was the only correct answer to the rumors going around about their professors. “besides, how are you so sure those are matching rings?”

“i’m not sure… but they look the same.” yuna takes a seat on the bench, next to yeji. “you haven’t seen the way miss yoo treats miss park, that’s why you don’t believe me. you would if…”

as yuna tries to argue that her favorite professor wasn’t a third wheel and that she was actually in a relationship with nayeon and jeongyeon, jihyo decides it’s her time to take a leave.

she had heard enough and her lovers might be ready to jump at her neck for taking twice the time she said she'd take to be back, depriving them from getting home early.

“good evening, girls.” jihyo laughs softly, passing right by them, hearing stuttered ‘good evening miss park’s as she walks back to the car.

“did i miss anything?” chaeryeong shows up only a few seconds after jihyo leaves, snapping her fingers to get her friends' attention, but none of them can find the words to answer her question, afraid they might have been caught talking about their professors’ love lives.

jihyo has never felt left out when it came to her relationship with nayeon and jeongyeon, but after the rumors that they were dating started, jealousy became less rare of a feeling. it was no good, she knew it, there was nothing for her to be jealous about, not when both nayeon and jeongyeon loved her with their entire hearts.

and yet jihyo feels as insecure as she was back when they met, long years before they reached their current stability — old enough to understand their feelings, with solid jobs, a great house and rings on their fingers that meant that they belonged to each other.

“you’re weird.” jeongyeon reaches jihyo from behind, after they have all showered and eaten dinner.

as a penalty for making them wait, nayeon and jeongyeon decided that it was jihyo’s day to do the dishes again.

“thank you, that’s very sweet of you, jeong.” jihyo replies grumpily, rinsing the last plate that was in the sink.

“no, like, you’re weird weird.” jeongyeon says and jihyo pulls away from her grip, drying her hands on a towel. “what’s up, baby? are you upset we made you drive and do the dishes?”

“no. it’s nothing, jeongie.” jihyo sighs deeply — extra dramatic, because she knew that would make jeongyeon worry and keep asking if she’s alright. jihyo knew all the tactics required to get some pampering. on that particular day, she truly needed it.

“come here, im nayeon!” jeongyeon shouts to nayeon, who was busy feeding their pets.

“is it important?” nayeon asks, loud enough for them to hear it, making sure no one would steal the other’s food.

bbuyo, jihyo’s selfish cat had made progress and he wasn’t trying to eat bomb’s food anymore, but nayeon would still watch them to be sure bomb would get his dinner properly. the dogs were real angels compared to the cats.

“jihyo is sad and it’s your fault!” jeongyeon shouts back and nayeon goes running to the kitchen.

“what? what did i do?!” nayeon asks worriedly, approaching them with a slight pout. “is it because i made you do the dishes?”

“it’s not about the dishes.” jihyo looks at nayeon. “and it isn’t her fault.” she tells jeongyeon and sighs, trying to walk always from them but she was easily cornered by nayeon and jeongyeon. “can we take this somewhere else?”

nayeon and jeongyeon look at each other and agree to let jihyo walk freely. they follow jihyo back to their room, but not without questioning her about what was going on.

“then what is it?” nayeon pushes, walking annoyingly close, almost making jihyo stumble on her feet. “oh, c’mon, you’re making me nervous! i don’t think i did anything bad! it’s probably jeongyeon’s fault anyway.”

“it’s no one’s fault.” jihyo stops on her tracks, pouting. “just need some love, that’s all!”

“something definitely happened.” jeongyeon raises her brows. “tell us, baby. what’s going on?”

jihyo finds her spot on the bed, which was in the middle. nayeon and jeongyeon follow her, sitting on her sides. “you will laugh at me!”

“we won’t, baby.” jeongyeon replies, and although her answer isn’t fully sincere, the reassurance convinces jihyo to spit it out.

jihyo blurts it out hurriedly, face flushed as she tells them about what she heard when she went to grab her phone earlier, ashamed to admit she was jealous due to something as frivolous as what her students think about them.

nayeon and jeongyeon aren’t quick enough to understand every word jihyo lets out during the seconds that she vents her feelings, but soon enough they realize the problem in question. jihyo was upset because people thought the both of them were dating, excluding her from their relationship…

“when it’s clear enough i’m dating you too!” jihyo breathes out, burying her face on the pillow to hide away from nayeon and jeongyeon’s amused faces.

“it’s not their fault, hyo. they probably think like that because jeong and i are less... strict about it,” nayeon quickly comforts her, rubbing jihyo’s back with her hand.

“i’m not strict!” jihyo whines, taking her face away from the pillow and sitting on the bed, with her back against the headboard.

“well…” jeongyeon starts, but the words she wanted to say never come out, unable to contradict jihyo when she looked like a sad puppy who needed pets. “how can we make this better?”

jihyo feels like she had just hit the jackpot with the way the both of them look at her. they were clearly willing to do anything she asked, both of them ready to risk it all for jihyo if needed — it wasn’t anything jihyo wasn’t already used to, loving to be spoiled by them.

“cuddles.” jihyo replies, sighing loudly, as if she was hurt. “and kisses. lots of kisses. and bbuyo sleeps with us today.”

nayeon and jeongyeon weren’t happy to have bbuyo sleeping with them that night, mostly because the cat would kick them randomly during the night if they allowed him to sleep in, as if he was telling them not to get too close to his rightful owner.

but they promptly offer jihyo their arms and lips before having to take him in, giving the younger of the three all the warmth jihyo sought for, leaving her breathless with how tight they squeezed her between them.

“w-wait, i changed my mind, bbuyo c-can’t sleep here,” jihyo breaks the kiss with jeongyeon, whimpering as nayeon’s nails scratch her bare tummy.

“i thought so,” nayeon taunts, laughing softly next to her ear. “we need to make it up for you, hyo.”

“mhm, give you a proof that we love you,” jeongyeon adds, kissing down jihyo’s jaw. “would you like that?”

though that wasn’t the kind of pampering jihyo thought she’d receive, she was more than happy with what she got.

“please, unnies!”

[shroudkeeper]

Around me, the sounds of disembodied voices begin to slip between the cracks of this reality; the spiritual world was roused as we neared the hour of the ox, it was unavoidable. This delicate shift when two worlds converged was a boon and a disadvantage, the latter especially since the district was still alive with pleasure seekers and entertainers.

The heavens darkened and devoured the light of the moon, only to shed tears unto us, reflecting the scarlet of the lanterns in splintering shards and ripples. The floating world had spirits that would be drawn here, I had a duty to protect mortals and spirits alike, keep them away from what was taking place underneath the sway of hypnotic lights and illusions of beauty.

That means luring him deeper into the shadows, where light dares not to pierce. All the while I knew he would overpower me; I am surpassed in strength and cunning but I have to try, for the sake of the souls his sword would take if I were to fail. A sword that hungered for blood, for flesh, for life.

“Let us see what my brother has taught you!” A titillated sound escaped his lips, when I looked into his eyes they were that of a crazed man, wide and focused, his arms opened to welcome an attack. He wanted to reel me in, giving me a clear target; I had no choice but to clear the distance between them.

But I knew what awaited me.

“If I must clip your wings, little bird, to prevent you from flying too far, then I will do so.”

He wanted to break my spirit and have me submit to him.

But I would not be made undone.

Steel finally met and the terrible wails of his sword rang in my ears as I struck it. It was unnerving, an echo of agony and supplication. I hesitated, the window was made available to him, and he attacked with a strike that forced me to dig my geta against the already slick stone. I felt water pelt against my cheeks, stinging my eyes, and then lighting blinds me from his accursed katana.

He showed no mercy in his onslaught, they were controlled attacks but an aura of malice permeated the sword, and each strike made was hungrier than the last. I felt every vibration as I parried, and by a miracle, Amanokaze was able to withstand each blow made against its edge. However, the same could not be said about my body, for there is only so much I could withstand. Though quick as I was, I was exerting too much of my own energy to keep him busy.

He matched my every attack, as I knew he would..

..but I had to stall him, to prevent senseless deaths.

I had to be patient.

It is in desperate moments like these that I remember my mother's words. I can hear her in the wind, in the rain, feel her in the moonlight struggling to break past the gloom.

Remember our lessons, my dearest flower, through restraint and perseverance, you can create a safe harbor for yourself that no storm can overwhelm. Keep these words close to your heart, no matter what you may endure.

The words fade with each howl and painful shrill from the katana, scattering the images back into the recesses of my mind as he laughs and towers over me in delight, peering over me to provide a canopy against the downpour around us. He knew I was no match for him, someone who knew my skill set intimately, but to toy with me like this gave him power.

But that wasn't enough, he wanted more.

“This won't do. Weak and small, that is not who you are.

I have savored and sacrificed in your name, I will have you and cloak myself with death's essence, her beautiful overwhelming force.

And overtake everything before me.”

I feel the fragility of my mortality as he manages to send my body against the side of a building. Then I heard it, the collision of my katana against the stone, the haunting sound of my defeat resonated into the air. My limbs were tired, but I stood, only to be pulled upwards; my body tiredly wishing to crumble under the weight of gravity's pull.

He had me in his grasp. I could feel his breath against my cheek, the air thinning with each breath I took. Fingers coiled around my neck and his harsh whispers filled my ear. It was no longer Shigure's voice, parts of him were slipping away like water down the drains during our fight. The battle within him was already lost. I spied the sword from the corner of my eyes, blinking away the rainwater. I knew of his intent.

He already convinced himself that he would claim the darkness in me, feed me to his blade.

To keep me as his, for whatever time was left in his mortal existence.

“..you can join the others, stay with me forever. Then together, we can crumble this mockery of society, rule in darkness.”

[soda-gremlin]

Thea Sisters Book Reviews: Part 3

Here is Star Castaways, Big Trouble in the Big Apple, and Ice Treasure

Star Castaways:

7/10, Not my absolute favorite book, but still a very fun read! So basically, a billionaire is attempting to get tourists on the moon, and he wants some journalists to go up and test it, and spread the word about the project. As well as three other reporters, the Thea Sisters are also chosen to go on this journey. They are also accompanied by Professor Golden, the brains behind the project. Everything seems fine at first… But then more and more things start to go wrong, putting everyone in danger. Turns out, the professor was behind everything and was trying to sabotage the project. He wanted the billionaire’s entire empire to crumble so he could get his money.

One thing that I always love about the earlier books is the villains. They have a variety of motivations, and even when their motivation is the same, their personalities and the way they go about things are different. Some are slimy businessmen, others are unscrupulous thieves and petty manipulators. 

This book’s setting is also very unique, being set on the moon, and they take full advantage of it. For example, when the rover gets stuck in one of the craters. And it also serves to make their art more visually interesting and appealing.

The characters are interesting to read about, and their development feels more natural, like Ian Focus and Ricky Newsmouse rekindling their friendship.

In conclusion, definitely worth your time reading, especially if you like to see the Thea Sisters’ cleverness on full display. 

Big Trouble in the Big Apple:

7/10, great book! So the girls go to New York to see Pam’s family, who runs a pizza parlor. But strange incidents keep occurring and scaring people away from the area. Coincidentally, there’s a realtor trying to get the Tangus to sell their place, for their own good he tells them. But the girls think there might be more to the story, and that the incidents might have something to do with that realtor…

The action in this book is probably some of the best in the series. For god’s sake, Nicky JUMPS ONTO A MOVING CAR to prevent the bad guy from getting away. The entire car chase scene was just generally well done. The story was also interesting, and the villain worked really well. He’s quite unique from some of the other villains in the sense that he is completely non antagonistic in the beginning, seeming kind and helpful when in reality he was only serving his own ends. Pam’s family was also fun to meet, I kinda wish we got to see more of the girls’ home and family life, but whatever, no chip off my shoulder.

This book is really good, I would definitely recommend reading it, especially if you love some good action.

Ice Treasure:

7/10, Very good, very entertaining! I did take a few points off for some minor things, but I’ll explain that in a bit. Paulina and Nicky are told by Ashvin that they have a Green Mice meeting in Alaska, and they bring the rest of the Thea Sisters with them. Their host is a Native Inuit, Kanuk, who runs the Green Mice division in Alaska. There are some issues regarding the glaciers there. However, when they get there, someone who agreed to meet them isn’t there. And when his lead sled dog shows up at the cabin, they go and look for him. Over the course of the book, they find out the glaciers are being blown apart and turned into bottled water. Ashvin and a few of the other reckless Green Mice that went after them got captured, and it's up to the Thea Sisters to save them and expose the plan.

I’ll start with the easy part, the highlights of the book. The conflict is very compelling, and the risks feel very real, with Ashvin and some others even being taken captive. And it's something that does happen in real life, and glaciers are at a very real risk of melting. The side characters are also very charming. Not just Ashvin, but the other Green Mice introduced as well. But there is a reason this book is a 7 out of 10 instead of an 8 or a 9. Well, one, the villains, although they do their job very well, and they are a competent threat, they’re not memorable, nor are they given names. And also, I gotta talk about the elephant in the room. The brief love triangle between Paulina, Nicky, and Ashvin. Yes, it was brief, but so is someone stabbing you. It’s still fucking PAINFUL. At least they made up by the end and they acknowledged that Ashvin’s dumb ass was not worth fighting over.

I would definitely read this! It's super good, and if you like a good cast of side characters, you’re gonna love this book.

[chaoticdelinqueerwithglitter]

You'll change your name and change your mind (but you can't leave this fucked up place behind)

(Prompt #18: REVENGE | Unreliable Narrator | Loss of Identity | “I see what's mine and take it.” (Panic! at the Disco, Emperor's New Clothes) )

Notes: Okay, this one was very fun to write to be honest. I asked to myself how I could manage to do "unreliable narrator" and boom, the answer was in front of me! It's Sanzu, I just needed to let him unleash and not try to guide him towards any type of plot or coherency and he'd do the rest on his own. AND HE DID! Same for loss of identity, so easy to lose himself for Mikey, he has no self-respect whatosever, it's fascinating (Such a good gremlin, fr)

So, keep in mind this is very unreliable and very biased and not even Sanzu knows wtf he feels or thinks. He changes his delulu to keep adapting to shit happening around him, don't expect any type of coherency towards himself.

Also: I love Draken, any opinion reflected here is not mine, it's all on the lil pink hater <3

(Settled in Bonten timeline but during Kanto Manji times, you'll see why at the end, hehehehehe)

Warnings: Delusions and very distorted perception of reality, tones of cursing bc Sanzu is a hater, angst. Manga spoilers.

Sanzu acted very smug for days after seeing how Draken looked at him — a puzzled expression with a hint of annoyance, the obvious question written on his idiotic face. Confusion didn’t help that loser to look less ugly, but for once, Sanzu was delighted to see him.

Things got even better when he actually got to hear him venting to Mitsuya — okay, he might have been spying on them, but no way in hell he wouldn’t keep an eye on those fuckers!

Revenge never tasted sweeter, Sanzu was finally back where he belonged. By Mikey’s side, as his right hand and best friend — as it should always have been. That bastard thought he was special to Mikey? Ha, Draken could have been entertaining somehow, but once the novelty was over, once that leech showed his true colors, his king got tired of that moral bullshit. 

Yeah, that was it. Those shitheads of Toman never understood his king’s true potential, they held him back like dead weight. Sanzu was the only one alive who truly knew Mikey, who saw him for who he was, not for who others wanted to make of him. No, Sanzu didn’t see him as a puppet or a means to achieve his goals. Or as someone so righteous that would magically conquer the top of delinquency without staining his hands with blood. 

Because for Sanzu, Mikey himself was the goal — being able to stand by his side, to protect him, to serve him devotedly. Unlike those goodies of Toman, he was very aware Mikey wasn’t a saint either, his king had a talent for violence that no one should limit. And who cared if it was wrong or illegal? They wanted to be criminals, for fucks sake! He was a killer too and he didn’t regret it, he would kill for Mikey again as many times as needed. Nothing came without a price, Sanzu learned that years ago. 

So, of course, he was more than happy now that those pests were finally out of Mikey’s life for good. Sanzu could have answered their questions if he had wanted to, but it was a lot funnier this way — he was Mikey’s first friend, he had always been there but they were too busy to notice him, and obviously Mikey tried to push him away too but, unlike them, Haruchiyo never left. 

That was the big mystery those retards couldn’t comprehend, the magical trick Sanzu performed to be able to remain by Mikey’s side when he tried to isolate himself from everyone. He simply stayed, no matter what, he refused to abandon him. It shouldn’t have been so hard to deduce it, the same way it was obvious that his king was trying to carry some kind of burden all alone. 

His perfect revenge was cut short with the new information that Draken had joined Brahman from the shadows — a secret his ass, as Sanzu wouldn’t know what was happening inside his little sister Senju’s gang. 

It was difficult to choose what angered him more, the fact that the bastard dared to join their gang — trying to erase him again, but this time amongst his own siblings — or how he betrayed Mikey so blatantly. First, he walked away so easily and now joined the enemy?

Apparently, abandoning Mikey once wasn’t enough for the paltry dragon. No, he had the nerve to do it twice. Sanzu knew how much that could hurt his king, so kept the information to himself and resisted the urge to punish the traitor — Mikey had given him a very clear order and no matter how much he hated it, he would obey him. 

Any trace of satisfaction his revenge had made him feel, got completely erased the last time Sanzu interacted with Draken — that day, not even the knowledge that fucker would disappear from their lives forever was enough to bring him even the slightest relief. Fucking daring to appear at Senju’s funeral with that contrite face, like he had ever cared about her? Sanzu couldn’t even grieve his sister in peace without being haunted by him?

“Get the fuck away from here.” Sanzu spat his words with rage, looking at him with red eyes filled with hatred. A part of him was eager, almost begging to have an excuse, to be able to make someone — anyone — pay, to vent his pain with violence. 

But no, Draken stayed silent, too ‘decent’ to actually take the bait in a place like this — that didn’t mean Sanzu couldn’t hurt him anyway. His next words were filled with venom, punctuating each syllable with hate.

“Isn’t that your signature move, anyway? Disappearing after someone else’s little sister died.” 

BOOOOOOM! (yes, this was so damn fun)

Remember when I said he was unreliable? Well, to clarify his biggest lies: He doesn't regret killing for Mikey? My ass considering we're talking about Mucho here -.- (maybe regret is not the word, but that nonchalant attitude is bullshit to delulu himself and we all know it). Also, as you dear reader might have notice, he has very conflicted feelings towards his not-sibling-but-yes-his-siblings-all-at- once.

[dorokora]

Chapter 14 Episode 7 Part 3:

We start with Loki’s backstory. Loki came from Yggdrasil, one of the 23 different worlds connected to Tokyo. It is a world where legitimate world representatives Odin and Thor rule from the castle in the sky. Loki was a half-blooded enemy of the giants who joined the ranks of the shining clan. As a troublemaker who causes many problems, it is said that his cunning mind helped many of his friends. At one point, Loki will participate in a feast with his righteous brother Odin and his strongest partner Thor. It was a splendid and splendid banquet hosted by Aegir, King of the Giants of the Sea. So Loki revealed all the secrets the participants were hiding. His sacred artifact is the tip of his tongue engraved with runes. Strip away the ostentation and uncover the truth that the other party looks away from the most. In front of a lot of people, revealing, and humiliating that person's most embarrassing secret. It doesn't matter if it's the king of the alliance, your comrade-in-arms, or the best brother in the world with whom you exchanged cups. Everyone who attended Aegir's feast was humiliated, and Loki bore a great grudge. And Loki is caught by everyone and will pay the price for uncovering many "fictions". Stripped and humiliated, tied to rocks and imprisoned in a cave. The venom of the snake was continuously dripped on his head, and he was punished by continuing to be inflicted with intense pain that would drive him mad. Still Loki's tongue doesn't stop. No, no one, not even the person himself, can stop it. Because that is the role that he was given from birth. Just like you can't stop the physiological phenomenon of your body with your will, so too that you can't help but use something. Just as you can never choose who to love or what to hate. As you can't stop the venom from flowing down, Loki's tongue can't stop the truth from flowing. No matter how much you love that power. No matter how much you curse that fate. If so, what can you do, other than enjoy the fate that has been given to you? A gifted and well-dressed genius. Pride that was brought up with butterflies and flowers. Advise with the silly truth that this tongue drips, and raise it higher and higher. I can't move properly, but with just the tip of my tongue, make me depend on you and tell me your true feelings. And finally, let's give it all to everyone. Let's enjoy shredding "fiction". Peel off the illusion, peel off the fiction. What lies ahead.

We cut to the present as the boundaries of reality are breaking. Everyone is broken free from their illusions. Quantum ask where are they. Tianzun said they’re in Tokyo but this area has been swallowed up by the other dimension. Motosumi pops up from Tianzun to choke him out again for going missing again while they were fighting the Entertainers. Back inside the Opera house, Q’ursha can hear Barguest and the other’s voices outside. Now that they secured Oscar they head to outside to see the place looking like the other dimension. Oscar tells them that the balance between the "front stage" and "backstage" has collapsed. The other side expanded and is trying to swallow Tokyo. Oscar thinks the situation is already out of his hands. It would be impossible for him or the members of the Entertainers to take back that baton. In times like these Oscar always knew what to do. He would usually lined up the vanity and involved the opponent in front of his own story. For example, "It's an emergency, let's forget the fate here and cooperate with each other for everyone's sake." Yes, if it's him, he can vomit any line. No matter what kind of shameless and sly words. However, as soon as he was about to say that line, Loki's smiling face that he saw earlier crossed his mind. He couldn't hide the trembling of his body. His mouth didn't move the way I wanted it to. A trembling Oscar decides to say something completely different from what he should say here. MC tells Oscar that they can talk about that later. Surprised by MC reaction, Oscar tells MC what they need to know. Oscar then takes off his mask, shows his true face to MC, and opens his mouth. He said the Utopia Exception Overlord has lost control and is running wild. That was the stage set to suppress "omniscient and omnipotent" and bring it to this Tokyo. "Evolution's stalemate" that cannot be saved by "omniscience and omnipotence". "Humanity's dead end" showing the finiteness of "omniscience and omnipotence". If it goes out of control as it is, expands and swallows the whole city, it may become "omniscient and omnipotent" and can no longer cause a loop. They were isolating the source in there. Actors prepared by Rulemakers and Entertainers for this stage. During this loop, they were suppose to keep MC away. Oscar made sure no one else unlocked it. The Solomon MC may have seen had just appeared to look like him on the stage and was not stable. That's why the Entertainers members exchanged words through that alter ego, "Mononobe's Memories." The original plot was to make sure MC didn't die, and then have a slow audience. An "omniscient being" cannot be accurately observed unless that "zero existence" appears completely. "Zero" appears first, and then "All" appears. In that order, not vice versa. From the heart of that Overlord, you'll be granted an audience with an "omniscient being." As he said at that time, they acted so as not to let MC die. Not for MC, of course. It's for the purpose of the Entertainers.

Meanwhile we cut to Breke returning from his infiltration mission back to Duo’s safe house. Bertro, who is connected to a medical machine, welcomes Breke back and thanks him for his information gathering. Bertro ask him why does Breke allow himself to be uses as his terminal. Breke tells him that’s because Bertro can't move on his own anymore. He could have run away from here and gone somewhere else. But since then, he have seen and learned many things. Breke found out that everyone lives with the body they have been given. Breke tells Bertro that If you need him again, let him know. If it is convincing, he can lend a hand. After that Breke leaves. Duo enters the safe house and Bertro reports findings for his Breke. The information leak from inside of the Entertainers. Thanks to that Duo is now fully convinced. If the decipherment of the unit box that is doing progresses, it will be possible to further corroborate it. Back to the battle, the Guild Alliance is doing their best to hold off the Missing Mobs and provide an opening for MC to get to the Expection. Yuma and Amduscias are going with them.

After that, we see AIsaac and Turning watching from afar through Isaac’s ravens. Issac said that as far as he know, the Utopia World Rep has not yet appeared on the center stage of this loop yet. That is the future of Tokyo itself. And the exception overload, those that races to the dead end of evolution. Even in the future, "omniscience and omnipotence" cannot be taught. Isaac, who knows the technology of the future world Utopia, pushed `the existence of that exception. An existence that should unravel the theory of all things that integrates the four powers and reach all the truths of this world. But there is a dead end. There is no future for that exception. This is because, in order to calculate everything in this world, there is no other way but to eat up the resource called time infinitely. That is the denial of "omniscience and omnipotence". Or proof of its absence. We cut to see MC enter inside of Overlord and they see Kirito and Bigfoot.

[aboutdragons]

Hello, thank you for answering my questions. If you are open to sharing, do you have any tips to write an isekai in the Asoiaf universe and to write an interesting oc?

Hi, you're welcome!

As for tips... When you're looking for inspiration, it's good to reach for works of the genre that interests you. If you want to write isekai, go read some isekai (japanese mangas and korean manhwas are the best for this) and see which of the tropes you like, which you dislike, and which you think are most interesting to tackle. Then you pick the one you like best/think would suit the story you want to tell best/both, and roll with it.

Personally, I write isekai as pure escapism, so I heavily stray away from giving my MCs any possibility of returning to their original world, or having them have a good enough reason to try. Ability to physically cross between worlds could be interesting, but really isn't my cup of tea. I prefer leaving 21st century reality behind me in the burning dumpster where it rightfully belongs.

When it comes to ASOIAF specifically, the setting has its own magic and stuff, so you can take that (take an existing concept, make shit up, or go somewhere in-between like I have) to make the transition between worlds plausible and ta-dah! Valyrian Gods are a good go-to if you want to be fucking around with the Valyrians, but I think R'hllor and his whole rebirth shtick or even the Drowned God could be an interesting option. Opens a way for interesting worldbuilding & making the MC particularly attuned to the magical side of the world.

Or something Eldritch! Damn, I love eldritch fuckery so much, unspeakable cosmic horror and all.

Beware! Ramble ahead!

As for writing an interesting OC... Honestly, gonna sound super basic as everyone will probably say the same, but make them as close to a person as you can. Give them multiple personality traits, flaws and all - conflicting personality traits are fun, too. Give them quirks and ticks and interests and hangups and make them consistent, but also allow them to grow. We all live through character arcs, and your characters should too. Their views can be changed or reinforced, they can be forced to go against those views for the sake of themselves or others. They can (and should) hold grudges, even about the silliest things. Give them a pet or a hobby (or both), show us how they interact with those things, how they care, how they grieve, and how they seethe. Who are their friends, what kind of people do they gravitate towards, how do they interact with those people? How do those people view them? How close are they to the truth?

Does the character show a different them to the world than they truly are? Why? Why not? Do they exaggerate their traits? Why? Why not? What are their limitations, social and physical, and how do they get around them?

How do they influence others? Do they stay on the sidelines or make a menace of themselves, or something in-between? What motivates them? Are there lines they will never cross? If so, what are those, and why? Make them react realistically, based on the information they have and the things they feel. Make them face the consequences of their actions, the good, the bad, the entertaining!

It's also very important - essential - to decide where your character will end before you even begin. You as the writer need to have an end goal with them. Who they are at the start, and who they will become by the end, and that's where you need to gradually take them. Having the points in the middle down helps too.

Their journey is important, but so is their relationship with the world and others. Don't overdo it, but make the audience care. Put them in a situation and ask yourself, what would I most likely do here? Would they do the same, or would they do something different?

There's many facets to writing characters, but the baseline always is; make them human. A little fucked up, a little weird, trying their best. Or utter fucking menaces. Or both! Or something else!

Also give them demons. Give them issues! And then make them deal with them! I give a lot of my OCs depression because I suffer from it myself, and then I have them slowly work through it in lieu of therapy. It helps me, and it makes for a compelling internal struggle that many can identify with. Or imposter syndrome. Or mommy issues.

Explore themes with them, those that interest you, those that pertain to them.

Of course, adapt character traits accordingly to how you want the characters to be perceived, too. Don't give them too much of a trait of which perception you don't want; save being judgmental or hateful for the antagonists, don't overdo on chivalry, don't overdo on badassery. Let them fuck up. Let them fall down. Let them need help. Let them succeed too, of course. Few like misery porn, but fewer like the feeling of emptiness that comes from unearned victories.

And that goes without saying: don't make them right all the time, or successful all the time, or infallible. Kick their ass sometimes! It's for their own good, I promise!

But ultimately write the character that brings you joy. It's easier to write a compelling character when you, too, want to know what happens next, what kind of trouble they get into, how do they get out of it.

Most of all, have fun with it. If you do, others will, too.

[babylizzz]

Posting bits of my recent reality to my personal blog because I need to process and vent, and I'm too broke to afford a therapist. Read or dismiss as you wish. Share advice if you please, but not judgement. Namaste 🙏🏻

November 24, 2023

I left my husband a little more than a month ago. So far, most people have respected my privacy and not asked what happened. But as the holidays approach, it’s becoming harder to avoid disclosing our separation, and I know people will ask why I left Adam. The answer can be simple – I was unhappy. I was sick of feeling so awful in my situation, and I realized I deserve to be happy. But simply saying I was unhappy sounds like I just wasn’t putting in the effort to connect with my husband. It sounds like I gave up and didn’t care to try. We have children, for goodness’ sake! Couldn’t I have stuck it out and tried to make things work for them? Oh, but I did. I fought for years, telling my husband verbatim what I needed to feel loved, begging for him to be an active and supportive partner. Sometimes it got better for a few days. We wouldn’t fight. He’d be helpful and loving. There would be physical intimacy. But I was always quickly reminded that the peace was too good to be true.

What exactly did my husband do that was so horrible? Was he just lazy and unhelpful? Well, I could tell you the worst things he ever did to me. Like how I once noticed he was jumpy while on his phone and always angling his screen away or closing all his apps when I entered the room. It wasn’t difficult for me to find out that he was entertaining another woman on Snapchat. I confronted him in the middle of the night. He swears it was never flirty or sexual. He only talked to her about life. He enjoyed that someone cared to ask about his day and showed an interest in conversation with him. As if I didn’t try to engage him between doing all of the childrearing and housekeeping by myself… I’ll never know if he was telling the truth about that, though. After all, people use Snapchat when they don’t want there to be evidence, right?

There was also the time he lied about cancer to get out of an argument. I don’t even know what we were arguing about – probably housework. But he apologized and told me he’d just had a lot on his mind. When I pressed, wanting to know more so I could be there for him, he told me his doctor thought he might have testicular cancer, which I knew runs in his family. He said he was supposed to go in for scans to confirm, but that he didn’t want to talk about it because he was too upset. I respected that boundary and didn’t bring it up for a while, just trying to love him and be there for him in other ways as best I could. Probably 2-3 months later, it was eating at me that Adam hadn’t confided in me regarding the results, so I asked about it. He didn’t know what I was talking about. I reminded him of our previous conversation, and so casually, as if it were nothing, he said, “Oh yeah, I just made that up so you’d stop bitching at me. I don’t have cancer.” This man had me fearing for his life and our future, and it was just a sick lie. That was only about 18 months into our relationship. I should have gotten out then.

There was also a time very recently – I know because our children were toddlers. I got home from work, and Adam immediately put on a show for them and beckoned me into the bedroom. He ordered me to strip and fully expose myself on the bed. I thought it not an appropriate time for relations, but the kids were occupied and I was afraid to anger him, so I let it continue. After I spread myself, Adam opened his phone and held it up to me. I covered my face and tried to get up, telling him not to take pictures of me like that, but he ordered me down. He kept looking back and forth from his phone to my body. Finally, I asked what the heck he was doing, and he showed me a faceless nude he had stumbled upon on the internet. The woman’s body looked just like mine, the same skin tone, stretch marks, and curves. I would have believed it was me, but I’d never taken a photo quite like that. I was enraged. How dare he force me on the bed, order me to expose myself, and question my faithfulness and decency! What ever happened to just asking a question and trusting your spouse? I told him how fucked up that was of him, that I was molested as a child by an older boy who forced me to do those same things. Adam apologized that I’d been through that, but he justified his actions because he “just had to be sure” that I hadn’t been sharing my body online for strangers.

All of those things, though, were easy to forgive for a while. I mean, I did excuse them for years until now, as messed up as that may sound. But none of those things hurt as much as the things he did regularly, weekly, daily.

Over the entire length of our 9-year relationship, Adam was abnormally jealous. He would accuse me out of the blue of cheating on him. When I got pregnant with our son, after the initial excitement, he questioned who the father was. We had stopped trying to conceive, but I guess that last try stuck. But to Adam, he couldn’t make it make sense, as if he knew my cycle like the back of his hand and fully understood how conception happens. He was sure I must have had another partner after we had stopped trying to get pregnant. Even until now, Adam will randomly question who our son’s father is, sometimes jokingly, but sometimes very seriously.

When we adopted our daughter, he would lash out when her crying woke him up too many times at night or when she'd throw tantrums as a toddler. He would frequently say that he wish we'd never taken her, that he didn't want "this," that he felt like he was being punished for someone else's poor decision to conceive her. Once her adoption was final after 3 years, Adam would still share these sentiments, but he'd add the caveat, "I mean, I love her now but..." The way this broke my heart was irreparable. For a long time, I could forgive his transgressions toward me, but to reject our daughter was unforgivable.

A few years ago, I became work-friends with my only male coworker, a man who I explained reminded me so much of my brother because he is Asian, a chef, and so good to his woman just like my brother is to his wife. I would only ever talk about the cooking and foodie things I learned from this coworker, but the mere mention of his name was very triggering for Adam, and he would be mad at me for days. I had to stop talking about the things I learned about my favorite hobby just because they were taught to me by a man.

Adam was also very controlling. I think he only ever asked for proof of my whereabouts less than a handful of times, but I had begun to recognize the signs that he was going to accuse me of not being where I said I would be. Without prompting, I would be so nervous that I would take pictures of my surroundings and snap screenshots of the timestamp as proof of my timeline in the event I needed them when I got home. Even when I provided this evidence, Adam still would not believe that I was being completely truthful.

When I started gaining confidence in myself when I made friends who would hype me up, I also gained confidence in my sense of style. I wanted to try wearing crop tops with the slightest bit of midriff showing above the belly button. On at least two occasions, Adam made comments about my intentions and stated he didn’t want me going out of the house like that.

Adam also would not respect my “no” in the bedroom. Sometimes he just wouldn’t let it go. Other times he would try to guilt me into doing things I didn’t want to do. Sometimes I would oblige, and when I was less than enthusiastic, he would get upset and start a fight. Still other times, he would say, “I’ll just get it somewhere else.” He would ignore my emotional needs, stating that if I'd just meet his physical needs, maybe he's be a better husband and father. How could I get sexually close to him when I felt abandoned in every other area of our life together?

Adam was and is very quick to anger. He would pick random fights and blame them on me. He would ignore me for days and wouldn’t even tell me what I had done wrong. In most cases, I had done nothing wrong. He would say nothing was wrong, but his attitude and actions would say otherwise. He would shoot me hateful looks, scoff, and shake his head as if disgusted. Sometimes I would begin to consider whether I actually had done something wrong and would apologize. Other times I knew without a doubt that I had done nothing, and I would apologize anyway just so he would talk to me. Most times, I would just take the mistreatment and withholding of love until Adam grew tired of it. Most times, when it was convenient for him, usually when he wanted sex, the cold shoulder would be over, and he would start talking to me as if nothing happened. He never once apologized for these days-long cold shoulders.

It goes without saying that I was always walking on eggshells. Sometimes I would be ridiculously nervous to bring something up for fear of his emotional or verbal reaction.

Adam would use intimidation tactics during arguments. Any time he was mad, he would slam or even throw things. He would beat on the wall and block doors to prevent me from walking away from the argument, and once before we had children, to prevent me from leaving the house. Once during an argument that was not even our worst, Adam cornered me in my tiny closet-office. When it got heated, he punched a hole in the wall right next to my face to intimidate me. I think that if I’d cowered in that moment, the violence would have escalated that day and from that point on. But I didn’t cower. I was bold and angry and told him if he ever did anything like that again, I would take the kids and be gone before he could blink.

Sometimes during arguments, Adam would belittle me, saying, “Let me put it in a way that you can understand,” before proceeding to speak to me as if I were a child. He would gaslight me, discredit me, making me question my reality, whether the way I remembered things was actually how they had happened. He would say, “It’s not my fault you can’t take a joke,” and, “I’m sorry that’s how you perceive it.” He would insist that an event or conversation never happened. He would always tell me he remembers what I said or did better than I do, stating, “You’re clearly not remembering correctly.”

He would place blame on my past behaviors to excuse his current behaviors, stating that if I had acted differently, he wouldn’t be this way. He would withhold love when he was mad, even when he was at fault. This included not talking to me, hugging me, kissing me, and ignoring me when I told him I loved him. He would even refuse to sleep in the same bed, sometimes because he couldn’t stand to be around me and other times just to intentionally hurt my feelings. He would tell me that I was just being dramatic, sensitive, or hormonal, sometimes stating, “Maybe you really do need therapy.”

I’m sure there are other things I could rattle on about. There’s so much that I can’t keep track of it all. I would tell him when these things would hurt me. I would even use words like “controlling” and “manipulative.” It never meant anything to Adam. He rarely responded with remorse, love, or compassion. One night toward the end, I was fed up. I didn’t want to feel unwanted and unloved anymore. I told Adam I wanted a divorce. His response to that was the most sorry I’d ever seen him. After a few weeks, we started marriage counseling. I think things got a little better in the day-to-day, but when he got mad, he would go right back to his cruel habits.

A few months into counseling, on a Sunday, there was a women-only family thing I attended. The time had been moved to later, and no one had told me, so I was out while Adam was stuck at the house with the kids for longer than I had intended. Adam called me, telling me that this thing that was entirely out of my control was unacceptable. He demanded that I leave and come home immediately, but everyone had just gotten there, and I’d carpooled with my mom, and I wasn’t going to make her leave because of him. I became indignant and told him that he could handle a few hours doing the same thing that I do all day every day. He told me that becoming a stay-at-home mom after being laid off was what I had asked for and to stop whining about it. I told him that I really didn’t want to be yelled at and have this argument with him in front of my family, and I hung up. We didn’t speak of it when I got home.

The next morning, Adam called me into the bathroom while he was getting ready. I had cleaned off the bathroom counter that weekend and thrown away 3 or 4 empty deodorants. I guess one wasn’t empty as I had thought. That morning, Adam screamed at me about deodorant, calling me a liar, insisting that the two blue deodorants I was speaking of never existed, and repeatedly asked why I would lie about it. All I had done was try to help clean up his side of the sink. I even apologized for mistaking the good deodorant for an empty one and accidentally throwing it away. But he was so fixated on the blue deodorant, how he never buys blue deodorant, when I was sure the details of those two blue containers would be my saving grace and make him realize that I really was telling the truth. Why else would I remember those details? But it didn’t matter. He was always right, and I was always lying. I walked away from the argument when our 3-year-old son came in and said, “Guys, guys, it’s okay. Just calm down.”

I realized then that things would never change. No amount of marriage counseling could fix what was broken. His irrational, angry episodes that got out of hand were becoming more frequent and more severe, and I was unwilling to see how far they would go.

In 4 hours, I packed everything the kids and I would need for at least a month, and we left for my parents’ house.

Part of me doesn’t want to blame Adam. He didn’t understand the magnitude of the damage he was doing to my psyche. But the rest of me remembers how many times I told him he was hurting me, that I didn’t want to be with him the way he was, that I didn’t want that for our children. That should have been enough for him to want to change. I shouldn’t have had to threaten divorce, to leave, to give him the exact terminology for gaslighting and psychological abuse. You don’t do these things to the people you love, and you sure as hell listen to them when they are crying for help.

I know our friends and loved ones will see me moving forward quickly and think I must have been cheating on him. I must not have loved him. I must not have cared about our family and our marriage. But I did. I fought for our marriage for years while the man who was supposed to be my partner ignored me. And when I couldn’t fight for our marriage anymore, I fought for survival, to keep our home together so our kids could at least have both parents around, even if they didn’t have the healthiest relationship. But I deserve better than that, and so do our children.

I am not unaffected by this. It was the worst feeling in the world breaking heart of the man I considered my best friend for 9 years, watching him crumble in front of me. It was incredibly difficult to maintain my resolve in the weeks that followed as he begged me for another chance. And it’s freaking terrifying not knowing what our future will hold as a result of my decision.

I will continue to mourn the loss of my marriage – all of the hard work, love, blood, sweat, and tears that went into trying to make it work. I will mourn the loss of the strong family unit I thought my children would grow up with. I will mourn the loss of the plans we had made for the future, the life we wanted to build. But what I want my family to understand is that I have been unhappy for years. I struggled for years with the realization that I knew had to leave. It just took me a long time to finally be ready. So if it looks like I’m moving on too quickly or seem okay with this all, it’s because I began mourning the loss of life as I knew it years ago. I have been broken for too long. Now it’s time for me to heal and be happy.

[hellsbellschime]

i am going to be honest here ... Netflix has thousands of shows, movies and what not and it costs just so little that i think the whole thing with residuals being low is simply because of that. I mean when something was showed on a channel, it earned the said channel a LOT of money when people watched it and residuals were according to that. Now ok someone watched this show so what he is still paying the same 9 dollar a month so it's just not possible? The whole thing with ceos getting millions is unfair but in the way that those companies are in losses and don't exactly pay much taxes and some wall street people see it as a money laundering scheme and all that jazz because there just isn't money in streaming imo and if the appeal of the money laundering and everything gets away the streaming business would crash. None of this is saying that workers shouldn't ask for more!! Of course they should but I don't think it would work simply because the money for the shareholders is what's the appeal in running streaming business. Stock prices just constantly go up and they use it for loans and all kind of schemes but all that is a smoke and mirrors game and no actual money is being made and this would lead to the entire steaming business crashing. So i think it's time the streaming business crashes because workers should be payed. But I don't think there is a happy ending possible where they are paid anywhere near the tv amounts and streaming business continues.

Yeah, I mean frankly the business doesn't have a lot of royalties to pay because THEY came up with a dog shit business model that relies on taking the money that should be going to creators of the actual content and pouring it into an endlessly expanding library and projects that cost way more than they need to.

I mean when you look back at the era when broadcast TV was still a thing and NBC/ABC/CBS dominated everything, they really dominated EVERYTHING and arguably had an even bigger market share of the entertainment industry than businesses like Netflix do. But EVEN THEN, their rate of production and the amount of shit that they produced doesn't even come close to what most streamers are doing now. Like, they had a bunch of daytime cheapies that ran all the time. They had the news. Maybe a few game shows, the late night shows, and a grand total of TWO OR THREE HOURS for 4-5 days of the week that was their primetime lineup, and even then they were producing 22 weeks of content in a 52-week year.

These channels were running 24/7/365, even if it was reruns or infomercials they always had SOMETHING on, so when you compare the reality of what they were producing for channels that LITERALLY NEVER STOPPED RUNNING and realize that streamers are creating or licensing the amount of content that they do, it's actually INSANE and demonstrates what a dog shit business model it must be/why they are ripping creators off all the time. They are adding more content than any one human being can even WATCH IN A YEAR for the sake of being "competitive," and the cost of that was literally underpaying for all of the content that they were streaming.

I presume that one of the big reasons streamers are so resistant to making their numbers public is because they know it will make them look bad, probably in more ways than one. Because yes, there are undeniable massive hits from streaming platforms, but when you compare their level of production and publishing to any normal networks or movie studios or what have you, it's obvious that something does not add up. I think they have probably been trying to pull a Walmart and basically cut their profit margins razor-thin or even went into debt in the hopes that they'd be able to eliminate a lot of the competition and become the hegemonic platform, and a big reason why they've been able to keep up this ridiculous pace is because A. they're not paying creators what they should be and B. they're probably tweaking their public image to inflate their stock prices. Obviously this is just speculation, but there is clearly a reason why they don't want to pay up and don't want to share their data, and it has to be that they're screwing someone or a whole bunch of someones over somewhere in the mix.

[whumpshaped]

tw dehumanisation, implied threats of murder, bad horrible barely qualifying for the role caretaker, fear of abandonment/rejection, begging for death instead of abandonment, conditioned whumpee

"How dare you insult me in my own home?" Caretaker advanced on Whumper, forcing them to back up. "How dare you send this dirty thing to reside here? How dare you imply that I am in need of such things?"

"Now, don't get so worked up over it. It was merely a friendly gesture, one I thought you would appreciate. I never held any malice-"

"Get out. Bring your sorry excuse for a gift with you."

"I suppose I have no choice." Whumper sighed and snapped their fingers, calling Whumpee to attention. "Come along. I'll even make your disposal painless."

"What- what the hell do you mean disposal?" Caretaker demanded. "Stay right there," they snapped at Whumpee, without tearing their gaze away from Whumper. "Is this your way of forcing this present on me?"

"Not at all, dear friend. I am awfully sorry that I have let such a thing slip. But the reality is, I have purchased this gift specifically for you, I have no use for it myself." The pleased smirk on their face betrayed the fact that there was no remorse behind the words, and Caretaker felt their blood boil.

"Fine," they said through gritted teeth. "Get out alone, then."

"I hope you can forgive my mistake," Whumper said as goodbye, then turned to leave with the nonchalance of someone who hadn't just cornered Caretaker and forced them to take on an enslaved, sentient being.

Caretaker turned around, rubbing their temples to try and get rid of the headache already plaguing them. "What are you? What's your role, exactly?"

Whumpee was on their knees, bowing so low that their forehead was touching the floor. They couldn't possibly express their gratitude to the person who had just saved their life despite their clear disdain for them. On the other hand, that disdain terrified them.

"I'm a servant, master," they said in a shaky voice. "Trained to prepare meals, clean and entertain. I'm terribly sorry that my presence proved to be a nuisance to you, I, I'll try my best to make it up t-"

"Stop right there." Caretaker's tone was cold and devoid of any sympathy, making Whumpee shiver. "I have more than enough servants that are actually in my employ. You'll be shown to a room in the west wing, and I expect nothing more of you than to stay there. Out of my sight."

Whumpee curled in on themself even more, silent tears threatening to fall onto the pristine floor of Caretaker's mansion. "Y-Yes, master."

"And for goodness' sake, stop calling me that. Have I not made it clear enough that you're not wanted here?"

Whumpee couldn't keep as quiet anymore as they would've liked. Loud, ugly sobs were torn from their throat with every word Caretaker uttered. They didn't want this. They didn't want to be gifted to another member of the nobility. They tried so hard to be pleasant and appear well-trained, they followed Whumper's every instruction. They didn't mean to offend.

"I'm s-sorry," they choked out. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I d-didn't mean to intrude on y-your life, I'm sorry, I had no choice... I, I just wanted to live... I'm sorry... Please, if y-you find me so loathsome, a-allow me to go after my master who brought me here... I wanted t-to live, b-but I had no idea it'd b-be such an insult to y-you..."

Caretaker looked at the pitiful, trembling figure on their floor, begging to die rather than be hidden and spoken to in such a manner. Possibly worse - ignored entirely. They let out a heavy sigh and faced the uncomfortable truth: they were taking their anger out on someone vulnerable, for something that was outside of their control.

They wanted to strangle Whumper.

But that didn't mean they had to make Whumpee want to be strangled.

The uncomfortable silence was only broken by Whumpee's pathetic hiccups and whimpers as they continued weeping, and Caretaker just couldn't bare to listen to it. "Let's just... let's start over," they said awkwardly, and the noises from the servant quickly became muffled, as though they put a hand over their mouth. "I might've been harsher than intended... And ignored that you had no part in this scheme. For that, I apologise."

There was no response from the curled up figure on the floor aside from quiet sniffling. Caretaker ran a hand through their hair and sighed again, even more dramatic.

"I still ask you to go to your designated room in the west wing. But I promise to sleep on the situation and come up with some chores for you starting tomorrow, after I had a chance to calm down."

"Thank you, mast- I, I mean-"

"And I suppose master as a title is fine, if you're going to be my servant."

Whumpee finally raised their head, big, teary eyes fixed on Caretaker and overflowing with gratitude. "Thank you, master," they almost whispered.

Caretaker nodded in acknowledgement, gesturing for Whumpee to get to their feet. "I'll send some food for you as well. And tomorrow we can start over, without my dear friend tainting my perception."

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@ashh-ed @whumpsday @whump-queen @dustbunnywhump @the-scrapegoat @hidden-dreamland

FRIEND HI! I hope you don’t mind me dumping my whumpy thoughts on you before bed. Hear me out: some [rich person in a position of power] is gifted a “servant” (whumpee) by another [rich person in a position of power]. Said whumpee is a goddamn mess because of trauma, right? Right? We love to see it. And the person who got whumpee as a gift (which I am tentatively naming shitty caretaker, although this could certainly be an entirely different situation where they become a whumper) is just very uhhh. Disdainful. They turn their nose up at whumpee because they are rather disgusted by the concept of being gifted a servant and are rather disgusted by the person who gave whumpee as a gift, and therefore they dislike whumpee by association. So they mostly keep whumpee uhh housed somewhere in their (probably bigass) house. Sort of a “I don’t really want [whumpee] in my sight so I don’t have to think about them” thing. Except whumpee Just Wants To Be Useful (Or Else They Think Bad Things Will Happen) so when they ask shitty caretaker if they can please be useful and shitty caretaker is just like “I have enough servants that are actually in my employ, so no” whumpee sorta uhhh. Panics and breaks down and shitty caretaker is like “well shit, this is an actual fucked up human in my possession and not just a human that can live normally elsewhere in my house, and also I think they won’t shut up and stop sobbing unless I give them things to do” and uhhh so then shitty caretaker becomes a shitty caretaker. Just like “fine, you can dust the mirror or something just shut up and eat I swear to god” and. Maybe eventually they become weirdly companions. Shitty caretaker (being a rich person in power) takes things for granted, so they can never tell if whumpee being in awe of something is because of whumpee’s trauma or because said thing is actually a Rich Person Thing. And maybe since shitty caretaker lives in a bigass mansion it gives whumpee a chance to explore without explicitly being told to, and whumpee is nervous but even more nervous when they’re not doing anything. Idk I just think it would be interesting. ~🐸

i rly wanted to write for this but i have nothing to add tbh. its great

[kunikinnie]

a/n: something that has been on my mind for some time (jk I just got stuck in a writing rut HAHAhuhu) lowkey wanted to make an NSFW version but nahh

swapping bodies with their s/o

featuring: Ranpo, Kunikida, Akutagawa, Ango x GN!Reader

Edogawa Ranpo

He’s extremely amused. It’s not even a problem nor inconvenience for him

He’ll definitely go around and show everyone (of course Fukuzawa being the first) that he’s in your body

Don’t worry about him overstepping boundaries, though. He respects and follows those (and of course you do the same to his body)

But if that includes limiting sweets and junk food, then he miiight not follow it. Cue endless whining

He’s also trying to use your ability if you have one. The curiosity and lifelong dream to become an ability user MUST be satisfied. He doesn’t care if it’s dangerous! Just once won’t hurt. Besides, he knows what to do and not to do to avoid anything too terrible

I think he’ll take his time trying to get you two back to normal… at least until he gets bored. Once the excitement is gone and the reality of being stuck in someone else’s (especially the opposite sex’s) body sets in, then he’ll take action

Kunikida Doppo

The panic and denial he goes through within the first couple of hours is the same level if he were stuck with Dazai in a locked room for an entire month

His ideals and his world are literally shaking so much they’re about to crumble. His only coping mechanism is burying himself in work

You literally need to pull him away from work or else your body might go kaput

He’s the most nervous and uncomfortable out of all those listed here. The respect he has for you is enormous which makes it much more embarrassing for him to do anything with your body at all. His cheeks (and sometimes the entire face) will constantly be red

(He also lowkey doesn’t trust you with his own body no matter how much he loves you because the chance you’ll stray from whatever routine/ideal he set for himself is close to a hundred percent)

Aside from your safety, his priority is getting you two switched back as soon as possible. This isn’t fun at all, and even if it were it would be much more productive for the both of you to work in your respective bodies

But once you finally get him to relax, he’ll try out some things he can’t do with his own body. Unfortunately that doesn’t include being able to squash an annoying giant insect who wouldn’t stop teasing him

Akutagawa Ryuunosuke

He doesn’t know if he’s annoyed, terrified, just utterly shocked, or all of the above

It’s not that he thinks you’re weak (whether or not you’re a fighter/ability user). He’s just not used to not having Rashoumon at his disposal that he feels so vulnerable. Adapting to using your skills will take too much time

What he’s the most frustrated about is that he can’t protect you if something happens. He’ll constantly ask if you can handle yourself (and if you can use Rashoumon to some extent) and will make sure neither of you get into any sticky situation while you try to find the ability user who did this to you

The eternal migraine surfaces when Tachihara and Higuchi find out and tease/annoy the heck out of either of you. Why do these half-brains find entertainment in your struggle?

One thing he didn’t expect was having to deal with people who were flirting with “you.” How often do you go through this? After glaring at them without a single word, he makes a mental note to do a little something for you later. No he’s not insecure or mildly jealous at all what makes you think that?

Sakaguchi Ango

Can his week get any worse?

He’s quite aware of how much abuse his body goes through because of the workload, and even if he could still maintain it in your body he’d hate to do so. Cue struggle between trying to relax for your sake and working himself to the bone to get you two back to normal

You (or even one of his superiors) might have to force him to take a few days off to focus on this issue.

Like Kunikida he’s extremely uncomfortable about being in your body. It’s easier to get him to relax though, at least

If there’s one good thing he can get from this is perhaps a little ‘espionage’ work (aka pretending to be you to get information) whether for official stuff or perhaps even to some extent personal affairs. (He’ll ask for your consent first, ofc)

He’s thankful you’re taking good care of his body (perhaps better than he ever would) and just the amount of time he’s spent stuck to your side. For all its inconveniences, the situation has its own blessings as well. He won’t tell you any of that though ehe

[plus-size-reader]

Should Be

Damon Salvatore x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 2897 words

Warnings: none

Summary: Damon’s human partner gets jealous of Katherine when she gets out of the tomb.

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Katherine coming back from the tombs wasn’t ideal for anyone.

There was a reason she’d been locked away for as long as she had and really, you didn’t get why they were letting her out in the first place.

The world was going to keep turning whether or not they let her be a part of it. At least, that was what Damon had assured you when the news broke that she had resurfaced.

You didn’t want to care.

In reality, her coming back to Mystic Falls wasn’t any of your business. You hadn’t ever had anything to do with her, and you wouldn’t, even if she came back.

Still, it would be a lie to say that you weren’t really comfortable with it.

The two of them, Katherine and Damon, they had quite a bit of history and you just couldn’t fit the feeling in the pit of your stomach that it was going to be bad news for you. It just didn’t seem right.

Maybe you were jealous, or insecure, or something like that but it didn’t really matter. All you knew was that you weren’t itching for her to come back into any of your lives.

Damon was different, for the better, than when the two of you met but Katherine had quite the hold on him for a really long time and you were worried how her poking around in your lives would affect him.

It couldn’t be good, even if she was magically on her best behavior, somehow.

You just didn’t see that happening.

You weren’t jealous, of course, you had to keep reminding yourself of that. You and Damon had been together for several years, and you knew that he loved you. It was the sort of connection that you’d never had with another person, having been enthralled with him ever since he saved your life.

As it would turn out, that was quite the bonding exercise.

However, no experience you and Damon had ever shared could compare to all the time he and Katherine had been together.

They had been in love, and whether it was real for her or not, Damon had never really even gotten over her betrayal. He cared about her deeply, and you couldn’t imagine how seeing her again would make him feel.

Until recently, you thought that you trusted Damon more than anything.

You trusted him with your life for God's sake and you were sure that nothing would ever change that, but evidently, Katherine had decided to challenge that notion.

Ever since she’d come back into all your lives, she had made a choice to just inject herself into every situation you were in. Even now, from where you were in the bathroom brushing your teeth, you could hear her talking to him in the adjacent bedroom.

It was nothing more than pathetic small talk about their past together but it was more than enough to make your blood boil.

You knew more than enough about the bond they had shared and the time they spent together, you didn’t need to hear it from her on top of everything else that was on your plate.

She might not have been too much of a real threat to you, because you knew that no matter what she did, there was no undoing what she’d done to him but that didn’t make you like her any better.

Frankly, even knowing that, you’d had enough of Lady Katherine.

Her presence here, where you lived, was like a slap in the face.

Decades had passed since they were even in the same room and even then, she had done nothing more than treat him like dirt.

It seemed like common sense that she was just going to do it again, but he was letting her. Damon was barely even putting up a fight and really, you were finding it hard to believe.

After everything that she had put him through, why would he even entertain her presence in this place.

He didn’t owe her anything, not anymore.

You thought that what you and Damon had was more important to him than anything else, but if her coming back into his life was enough to make him question that, it said a lot.

So, even though you wanted to go tell her to get out, you kept it to yourself.

Not well, but you kept it to yourself.

You may have been brushing your teeth more aggressively than you ever had in your entire life, but you hadn’t said anything yet.

For you, that was a win.

Deep down, you weren’t really worried about losing him to her. If Katherine had actually bothered to get to know him all those years ago, she would know that Damon was one of the most devoted and loving men in the world.

He was now, and you were sure that he had been before all this.

You just had to break down those walls of his first.

It took some time but it was well worth it once you earned his trust. You knew that he would do anything for you, and anyone else he loved, she just didn’t actually care.

Not that it mattered to her what kind of bond you two had.

As far as she was concerned, you were just some temporary fling that Damon would get bored of and feed off of at some point, like he did most of the others. He had never actually kept a girlfriend around for very long.

He wasn’t the kind, and in any case, she was sure that you couldn’t hold a candle to her.

She had a hold on him that had lasted, at least somewhat, for all the time that she’d been locked away and in a matter of days, she was sure she could have the raven-haired male eating out of the palm of her hand.

It was that easy.

All she had to do was prove it, and at this rate, it wasn’t going to take long at all.

Here she was, sitting new to him on your fancy little bedspread with him, practically hanging on her every word while you were tucked away. Before long, she wouldn’t have to put up with you anymore at all.

He was bound to come to his senses at some point, and she had nothing but time.

She could wait it out.

Tonight though, she couldn’t have gotten away from you that easily.

You could only hide away in the bathroom for so long and once that time had run out, you entered the bathroom with a casual sigh leaving Katherine’s lips at the sight of you.

Just when she was starting to bring up all those good memories they shared, here you came to ruin it all.

“Could you please move over?” you asked, only looking at her as much as you absolutely had to, catching the tail end of an eye roll that you would have been okay with missing entirely.

All she did was scoff, clearly inconvenienced.

“Why? Am I hurting you here?” she asked, not bothering to cover up the hatefulness in her tone, not that you or Damon was surprised. Speaking of, the dark haired male was still just sitting there, waiting for someone to lunge at the other.

He wasn’t a huge fan of her being here either, but he was trying to be civil.

There was a chance they would need her and burning that bridge too early could cause problems along the way, or at least that was what Stefan told him.

He’d lived without her for a long time and he’d be fine if she fell off the face of the earth tomorrow. Though, if she kept testing you, she may not make it until tomorrow.

She may have had the upper hand over you as far as vampire strength was concerned but you all knew that if she tried to do anything to you, he would turn her head so far around that she’d be the one really out of place.

He wasn’t going to let her hurt you, not if it really came down to it.

“That’s where I sleep,” you explained, gesturing to where she was, sprawled out on your side of the bed, without a care in the world. It wasn’t the kind of thing that you even thought you had to explain but she was pushing you.

She wanted to start a fight.

To Katherine, this was all a game and she had nothing to lose.

There were no rules and she was betting on the fact that she could break you with very little effort.

However, there was one thing she was forgetting. You and Damon shared something she could never hope to have with him, something she had given up a long time ago.

Love

You respected Damon and you cared about him.

The two of you were together through the good times and the bad, not just when you needed something from him or you were bored. In that way, she couldn’t hope to touch what you shared.

Still, there was one thing that worried you.

Katherine was gorgeous.

Her body was incredible, and she had no problem showing it off which she had made very clear tonight. Where you would have wanted to hide away and never go outside again, she just strolled around in nearly nothing, without a care in the world.

Emotionally, you and Damon couldn’t have been closer but physically, you couldn’t help but feel like she would beat you had there been some kind of competition.

Even you would have chosen her over you in that regard.

When she stood from the bed, dramatically throwing her hair over her shoulder to give Damon one final wink before leaving, you got a good look at her long legs, even further making you rethink yourself.

Why was Damon with you when he could have had her all this time? Sure, he didn’t know she was down there until today but now that he knew, there was nothing keeping him from picking her.

After she’d left, you plopped down on your side of the bed, immediately turning away from Damon and cuddling into your pillow.

You knew it wasn’t his fault you were having these thoughts about yourself, but you didn’t want to be around him right now.

You didn’t want him to be reminded of what he could have had.

“What’s going on with you?” he asked, after a few seconds of sitting in the dark, staring at the back of your head without a kiss on his lips. You always kissed him before bed, but tonight, you didn’t even seem to care if he was breathing.

It was unlike you and it worried him, not that he would ever admit it.

You didn’t answer right away, letting his words simmer in the air for a few moments as you thought about what you wanted to say. There weren’t really words that would make any sense to him.

From where he was sitting, you would seem jealous and out of your mind but this wasn’t about Katherine anymore.

For you, this was about how he’d settled with the wrong woman and you couldn’t help but feel like he was lying to you about his feelings.

How could he be attracted to you when you looked like you did?

You had asked him before, on a bad day when you woke up feeling huge and ugly, but this was different. Katherine prancing around here had shown you everything that you could have looked like.

What you should have looked like.

“It’s nothing, let’s just go to bed” you tried, far too physically and mentally exhausted to have this conversation.

For now, you just wanted to get some sleep, you could deal with Katherine and all her business tomorrow.

As for your body, that was just going to have to be tomorrow's problem as well. Physical exhaustion always won out over mental anguish, no matter how much you tried to force your own hand in that regard.

All you could hope was that you felt better in the morning, and maybe then, you could explain all this weird stuff to Damon.

~

You woke up to a cold bed, which was pretty much par for the course when it came to sleeping next to a vampire but when you rolled around and found he was gone, that was when you got a little worried.

That was new.

Damon never got out of bed before you, if he even got out of bed when you did, and you couldn’t help but be concerned about what he could have been doing.

Knowing Damon, it could have literally been anything.

Though, the last thing you expected to find when you turned the corner was the man you loved, trying and failing to make what smelled like chocolate chip pancakes and scrambled eggs.

“Good morning my love, would you care to explain why I went to bed without a goodnight kiss?” he wondered, focusing more on the glass of bourbon in his hands than the breakfast that was surely burning on the stove.

He always tried his best where the more domestic stuff was concerned but it just wasn’t his strong suit. He just wasn’t as much of a wiz in the kitchen as he liked to pretend that he was in moments like this.

“After I put out the grease fire you’re about to start” you sighed, moving the pan from the fire and setting it in the sink.

Damon wasn’t going to let you get off easy after last night, but the most you could do was buy yourself some time before you made an absolute fool out of yourself.

He wasn’t about to just let this go.

He never did.

“I’m serious, you got all squirrely after Katherine left” Damon prodded, his hands falling on your hips, which he used as leverage to turn you toward him, trapped between his body and the sink.

You sighed, desperately hoping that you wouldn’t have to have this conversation but knowing that you would.

It was embarrassing.

Part of you, the mature part, knew that this wasn’t that big of a deal but the other part couldn’t help but hate her. She wasn’t just some beautiful girl, Mystic Falls was full of those, but Katherine was a threat.

This was much more about how she was clearly trying to take Damon from you than actually just trying to be a friend to any of you.

She wasn’t that kind.

“Excuse me if I’m not thrilled to have your psychotic ex girlfriend prancing around in her underwear” you scoffed, not understanding what it really was that he was missing.

You were projecting, of course, but there was no real way around it. As insecure as Katherine made you, her being here was just as much of the problem. You didn’t want her injecting herself into your life.

It wasn’t her place, and the idea that he wanted you to somehow be okay with it was really messing with you.

“Cute”

From Damon, that was little more than a casual huff but he knew you better than to just believe that. It wasn’t like you to act like you did last night, not with him, even where she was concerned.

You were better than that.

You were better than her, that was why he didn’t think anything of her immature little games.

“Now the truth” he prompted, a soft smile on his face as he waited for you to tell him what was really eating at you. This had been dragging out for way too long, and he really just wanted to get it over with.

He wanted to help  you feel better, and he would do anything he could to make that happen, you both knew that.

Damon would have gladly turned her inside out if it would make a difference, but first, you had to tell him what was bothering you. He was good, but he wasn’t that good. You had to give him something to go off of.

“She is what I should be, what you deserve” you muttered, the words barely leaving your lips as you thought about them. You didn’t want to admit it to him, almost as much as you didn’t want to admit it to yourself.

You didn't like that she got under your skin, because she knew that she could. The more you let her, the more she got what she wanted.

...and you hated that.

“I think I’d rather have you” Damon shrugged, not even hesitating in his response. Given the two of you, and the person that Katherine was, there was nothing in the world he would have rather had than you.

He definitely didn’t want her.

Katherine had turned her back on Damon a million and one times, and at the end of the day, she couldn’t have given a damn what happened to him but you weren’t like that. You had the biggest heart of anyone he’d ever known, in several lifetimes.

There was nothing he wouldn’t trade, if it meant that he got to keep you.

At the end of the day, you were his person and he knew a good thing when he had it.

[tutuandscoot]

In other words… T&S will never, ever dance with anyone but each other because that is their exclusive, romantic bond.

Also they would probably just be too good for even the pros

Would you ever consider doing Dancing with the Stars?