#finally gets to this !!!! hhhh the kids

[byanyan]

someone who cares about them getting to see byan in a moment of vulnerability or even just getting a glimpse through a crack in their façade is just... that's my shit. it's my weakness.

[ladyelainehilfur]

Bagwell spent weeks in a swanky office, trying to figure out the pattern in the bird book, and Micheal did in one afternoon with a gun to his head 💀the funny thing is that Bagwell is definitely above average in terms of intelligence (which is how he's survived so long that man is like roach you can't kill fr), and even he couldn't figure it out. Micheal's just that smart.

[vinestaffery]

hello!! if u can write illumina … can u pls write some general dating hcs? if u cant i completely understand :-) (if ur reqs are closed IM SO SORRY HHHH)

hihi!! thankyou so much for requesting :3 of course ill write these for you, i absolutely love headcanons because it doesnt run me dry quite quickly when it comes to writing oneshots!!! i hope these were good enough and i hope i was somewhat able to catch illumina's personality!!

ILLUMINA GENERAL DATING HCS

Illumina tends to lose track of time, like a lot. Sometimes, he doesn't even realize that you need to be sleeping and he would just love to spend time with you. He can't comprehend the fact of time itself; Day time and Night time are like hallucinations to him. If you were to correct him on such, he would utterly avoid any points you make or make counters, such as him tossing you around and ignoring each time you try to demand being let go. He absolutely loves how you get so mad at him for such a silly little thing!

He is very bird-like, and you can tell by his very bird-like notions. Sometimes he'll accidentally knock into glass-sliding doors and be completely confused. What do you mean there was glass infront of him? There's nothing there! Sometimes, you might even catch his cleaning his feathers at his favourite past-time. He used to get really grouchy about, in which you understood. At the start of your guys relationship, he was quite private, especially taking care of his wings. Now, he's completely fine with you doing so, sometimes even asking you to help.

He'd get really overprotective with you sometimes when you get to meet new people. He likes to let people know you are his. He is not willing to trade for anything about you, and you notice this a lot. Sometimes he'll wrap his arms around you, his wings slowly rising beside him and you and his chin relaxing on your head. He likes to humilate the other while embarrassing you, stating how much you and him are together, flaunting it in others faces. You set some boundaries around this and he followed, but he still likes to let his presence be known or noticed.

Because of your involvement with Illumina, and being his soon-to-be-engagement partner (I tried my hardest to make this as inclusive as possible I am so sorry), you were mostly greeted with gifts from many other deities. Deities such as Windforce, Venomshank, and even Firebrand and his two sons(?). They'll deliver care-packages to display their gratitude and that your always welcome under their care, even though Illumina is someone that they don't really connect well with.

Cuddling with him is one of your favourite things, mostly because you have the ability to embarrass him. Even though he's 7'0", you always big-spoon him. He'd always try his hardest to be the big-spoon, but in the end, he loved the attention you'd give him as he finally gets that big ol' sleep.

He is a horrible cook, but that's okay. Sometimes, it'd be hilarious bakings and dinners, and sometimes near-death from the house burning down. I promise you he doesn't mean it!! But he'll struggle so badly to impress you, which he always successes. You always tend to help him, in which he tries his hardest to shoo you away!! But in the end, the help is always met with great gratitude, cuddles and affection.

Illumina struggles with affection, I'm not kidding. Being unaware of his own presence and being someone so cruel to others, only to fall for someone like you? He struggles. He never had been this affectionate, on both giving and recieving side, but he's always keen to try. When he tried to figure out more, he asked Ghostwalker, someone he knew he couldn't go back to but he needed major help. Sure, they both broke off, but he was willing to try anything. Ghostwalker found it strange, dangerous but was somewhat grateful that Illumina was willing to change. In the end, Illumina came home and was in the most affectionate mood, taking care of you and also, forgetting to check up on dinner in the oven.

He does give you nicknames, but isn't too keen on big major ones. The ones he use the most is, 'My Angel', 'Princess', 'My starlight', or any other cheesy name that he can give you. He varies much and listens into other nicknames he can give you.

[mythicalmyles]

A dream i had has been haunting me so here i am.

A jock any sport my dream wasnt specific just a popular jock is the reader and he is just so popular and everyone loves him and of course everyone assumes since his this big jock his the dom in the relationship between him and his boyfriend when in fact his the complete opposite.

The boyfriend can be in the band or a part of the cheer team again it depends on the sport and my dreams never clarify, He hears one of these conversations and has a brilliant idea that he was gonna put the reader in his place and everyone is gonna know that place.

I have no idea what kinks would be used, Just kinky and maybe some praise but ropes are involved or something, just use your imagination

Honestly just nerds putting jocks in their place 🤭🤭

U have in turn haunted me with this request 😤 i hope u enjoy since u didnt say who so i used toby bc hhhh i hope das oke <3 yall need to tell me more dreams ong (football is soccer) also sorry for so much toby but hes my cc and i need hims content

/tobys back story for today, put up w bullying met you, go to college together he kills his parents a couple weeks before instead leaving them in the basement and hiding their deaths, tobys already snapped but still has comprehension of who he was as a kid/

college au/jealousy kinda fic/comfort at start kind

/violence(toby gets violent too a character who doesn’t matter)blood/minor gore(?)/

You let out a gasping huff, bending over hands on your knees as your body scraped for oxygen. Sweat caused your football strip to stick to you, you dragged the wet clothing off of your sticky body, fanning it hoping to cool yourself down. “Thats it for today ladies!” The coach shouted, finally dismissing you all from practise.

You wiped the sweat off of your brow using your shirt as you jogged to the locker rooms. Mentally preparing yourself for the stink of many sweaty men crammed into one room, you pushed the door open immediately hit with the odour and cringing. You ignored it and made your way to your locker, you were convinced of the fact the cleaners had never stepped foot in here.

You all but threw yourself down into a bench after collecting your things, leaning against the wall and taking deep breaths. Your soaking hair clung to you and you brushed it away, the wetness helping it stay out of your face. A towel was thrown next to you and you cocked an eyebrow up at the intruder, trying to keep the scowl off of your face when the team captain came into view.

His cocky smirk drove you to the brink of insanity, the urge to knock it off of his arrogant face overwhelming. “Whats the deal with you and twitchy?” You glowered at him. “Dont call him that.” He had the audacity to laugh as he began stripping, the locker room falling silent as your voices bounced around the room. “Well?” He laughed armed raised and looking around as if he was confused. “You fucking him or something?” You tried not to flush, doing your best to cover any affect he might see with a glare. “If we were? So what?” You challenged, keeping eye contact with the prick.

He laughed and shook his head. “Calm down princess no need to get so angry, was just askin’.” Before you could respond your boyfriends voice had your attention to him, shock covering your face as you thought he still had band practise. “Speak of rats and they come crawlin’.” Your captain was incredibly lucky your entire life was banking on a sports scholarship.

“Fuck you want?” Toby’s deep voice always sent shivers running up your spine, the anger in his tone not helping. He sounded even hotter when he was spitting fire at someone. You took a deep breath, ready to tell Toby to forget it and to go home. “Yeah he was telling us alll about how he fucks you.” Paul chucked, arms crossed as he smirked at you both.

You could feel how angry Toby was getting at this point, dealing with his shit for way longer then you had at this point. What you didn’t expect was for Toby to lunge forward slamming straight into paul and slamming his head off of the ground, you froze completely as your teammates rushed to pull the scraping two apart, well, Toby was currently punching Paul and Paul was currently taking it while wailing for him to stop.

Toby had changed a lot recently, he seemed a lot quicker to react with anger then he use to be. Eyes holding something dark that scared you, you wanted to run and pull him off. You really did. But Toby barely looked human in that moment, blood covering his face as he continually wailed into Paul. Your team mates finally pulled them apart and when Paul stood you couldn’t deny the relief that flooded you as you quickly ran to Toby.

You ran through the corridors, your footsteps slamming against the ground and echoing off of the walls. Toby suddenly took over, dragging you instead. Surprise took over you and you tried your best not to trip as you both ran towards your home.

Luckily you didn’t live far away, having a small house your parents had left you. You both practically broke the door down and you paused to stare at the back of Toby’s head. “Yo-you could’ve killed him.” You choked out after a few minutes of silence.

“And so what?” He suddenly growled out, bloody face staring you down as his eyes bugged out. Rage was still burning through his veins, you could see his twitching worsen as his breathing got more laboured. He marched towards you backing you into a wall. His hands slamming either side of your head. “So wh-what, huh? Whu-what if i di-d-d-id!.” He slammed his palms against the wall as his stutter worsened. “What then?” His voice was normal, almost sounding hallow as he spoke. His dull brown eyes gazed into yours, you could see the unshed tears gathering in his lashes. You felt a warm heat flood inside of your chest, making a promise in that moment.

Your shaking hand came to rest on his cheek, causing him to flinch. Shock was written across Toby’s face. “I’ll always love you.” You took a second to clear your throat. “No matter what. No matter what wrong you do. I. Love. You.” You kept looking into his eyes, hoping with each word it’d work its way into his head.

Toby’s mind had went blank, his heart twisting almost painfully as he say the earnest look in your eyes. Shining, full of love for him. Toby pushed his lips against yours, tongue quick to push its way into your mouth. He gripped your ass tight and pulled you close together, grinding your hips together. His mood swings always threw you through a loop, this one happened to be the most unsettling. “You know who yo-you belong to r-r-ri-right.” He stuttered out, eyes glued to your face. You bit your lip. “I belong to Toby Rogers.”

That was all it took for him to yank your jeans down, scooping you up into his arms and press you against the wall as his tongue made its way down your throat. Moans poured out of you as he ground against you, your back scraping against the wall with the force. “Th-tha-ts right. Good boy.” He made quick work of his fly, his cock flopping out and hitting against you. All you could do was moan in excitement as Toby lined himself up, he found his way to your neck his breath tickling your skin. He licked his lips, tongue flicking against your skin and sending your body shivering.

“T-Toby.” You whined you, grinding down against his cock and moaning as he pressed against your hole. “Sti-still we-wett from this morn-morni-.” He cut himself off with a growl, slamming into you and relishing in your scream and the way your nails dug into his shoulders. Toby easily fucked you against the wall, almost acting as if you weighed nothing. You wondered whether it had to do with his disorder or not. Toby was quick to fuck any thought out of your brain, in love with the dumb mess you turned into when you had sex.

“Who ma-makes you feel thi-is good?” You kept eye contact as he used you like a flesh light. “F-fuck, Toby, only Toby. You!” You screamed out as toby railed into your prostate, eyes crossing as he fucked you stupid. Toby growled and bit into your shoulder, you let out a yelp. Pain flooded your neck and Toby pulled back to give you a bloody smile, the idea of being marked by Toby forever going straight to your heart and cock. “Do it! Ma-mark me up. Want every-on-one to know who i bel-belong to.” You moaned out, Toby’s thick cock wreaking you from the inside out.

You choked as your orgasm came quick, sending you screaming Toby’s name as you came on his cock. The tight heat of your ass was enough to make him cum, the feeling of you actually cuming on his cock is what sent him over the edge, desperately fucking into you. Part of him hoped he left a hole no one else could ever fill.

His knuckles went white as he clung to to you, deep breathing as he rode his high out inside of you. He fell into you, pushing you into the wall as you held him. Hand making its way into his fluffy brown hair, you tugged it lightly to get those beautiful brown eyes you loved so much to look at you. Everytime you looked into his eyes you felt breathless, despite the tired, cold, hardened look to them that had developed, they still made your knees weak. “I love you.” You whispered against his lips, slotting them together after he repeated his words to you.

[flowercrowngods]

Okay here's hoping tumblr isn't hungry haha

PART 1

Soft steddie idea with soulmates, but instead of feeling the other person's pain you feel their joy and happiness. But steddie doesn't know who the other person is.

Eddie feels it when Steve was a kid and when he wins metals for winning in sports. Steve feels it when Eddie moves in with Wayne and gets his own mug from the collection.

Eddie feels it when Steve was with Nancy, and he never understood why he didn't feel hatred or jealously seeing them together, just a fond sense of happiness from somewhere deep inside him. (Eddie of course has a minor crush on Steve, I mean, how could he resist it?)

Steve feels it when Eddie gets his first acoustic from Wayne, a hand-me-down from his mother that was in storage. He feels the joy when he's learning to play and when he finally nails one of the songs his mother loved.

part 2

And then nothing for a bit from Steve, due to the Upside Down business, until a random summer night in 85'. Eddie's on stage playing a gig, the mood is a bit down because Eddie has to retake his senior year again, when suddenly he feels joy. So much joy he laughs and pushes himself and his guitar. The room responds and it's electric. Corroded Coffin were booked to play the same gig for weeks after that.

And in a Starcourt bathroom, Steve felt the response to his joy, an echoing he thought was due to finding his platonic soulmate.

And then they come together but it's stressful with the Upside Down and the murder charges. And they don't realize it but they're trying soothing each other. Steve's trying to take Eddie's mind off Chrissy's body floating and cracking, Eddie's trying to help Steve's burden of responsibility by making him laugh and complimenting him.

And then in the final battle, Steve throws the Molotov and feels a sudden burst of joy. It makes his aim true, and lights Vecna on fire.

And then nothing.

They say that the strongest feeling you'll get from your soulmate is their happiness. But Steve knows differently. It's the absence left behind the joy, when there's nothing left, and it feels like there's a block in your soul, taking pieces of you away.

It was the same feeling he got seeing Eddie's bloody body and Dustin crying over him.

It helped him ignore his own injuries and exhaustion as he picked Eddie up and ran to the gate, not stopping till he collapsed in the hospital when every was safe. Everyone but his joy.

The first thing Eddie felt when he woke up was happiness. Stronger than he'd ever felt before, and it empowered him to open his eyes.

Wayne was on his right and to his left, Steve.

He lifted a shaky hand to Steve's wet cheeks and smiled softly. "Hey sweetheart."

"You asshole, I told you not to be a hero." Steve sobbed and laughed.

"I knew you got me, my sunshine. My joy."

Wayne snorted, with eyes wet with tears. "You've always been a dramatic one, you get it from your mother."

Eddie hummed and closed his eyes.

He heard Dustin asking if he was alright and Steve answered for him.

"He'll be alright, he's happy."

Eddie squeezed Steve's hand tightly and smiled wider.

He was happy.

🤍🌷 THE END 🌷🤍

aaah oh my god??? feeling someone’s joy as the link?? (also not my angst brain getting stuck on eddie not feeling steve’s joy for months, if not a year!!! 🥺😭) BUT THEN THE ENDING!!!! god!! yes hhhh thank you so much they’re so!! 🥺🥹🤍 thank you for writing something for me!! 🌷

[wolfawaycamp]

LauraMax went to the motel. What's a typical staff table dinner conversation look like?

Max greets her in the way that has become their norm since camp started and they’re surrounded by children and coworkers at all hours of the day and night: the gentlest of shoulder checks — his knocking ever so briefly against her own — as he’s sliding into place on the bench next to her. It’s something so unremarkable, so mundane in terms of physical contact and affection, but the tender little smile they share when their eyes meet is something that shouts their love for one another even in complete silence; it’s a little bit of warmth, a little bit of Laura that exists solely for him and a little bit of Max that exists solely for her. A little piece of their souls that no one else gets to see.

“Hey babe,” she grins. “How did dodgeball go? We didn’t get any more nose gushers in the nurse’s office so I figured it must be going better than yesterday at least…”

Down the table, there’s a snort.

“That’s true, there were no nosebleeds today,” Kaitlyn interjects. “Or black eyes, unless someone ate a ball and just didn’t mention it— do not make the joke, Dylan!”

“What?” the boy squawks, with a terribly see-through attempt at a poker face. “What joke?! I didn’t say anything, Kaitlyn!”

“Well I can tell you were thinking it!”

“What, are you a mind reader now?!”

The far end of the table descends into rapidfire back-and-forths as the two continue bickering, oblivious to the amusement of the rest of the counselors. Max shoots an amused grin at Laura, who only rolls her eyes and looks to the next source of information: Emma.

“Yeah, it went off without a hitch… I think mostly because Mr. H sidelined Ryan to fix whatever was up in the boathouse, so he and Jacob weren’t bumping shoulders on the field anymore,” the blonde rolls her eyes with a smirk. “So, you know… no ‘totally accidental’ elbows thrown or balls conveniently thrown right into someone’s nose this time. Way better example set for the kids today.”

“Yeah, I s’pose that would help,” Laura says with a wicked grin; she and Ryan had had a vague yet instantaneous rivalry from the very first moment she set foot in Hackett’s Quarry, yet somehow his beef with Jacob would always reign supreme.

“Well…” a tentative voice pipes up; it’s Abi, speaking up for the first time that night. “Ryan being gone also kinda helped with the accidental injuries that were actually accidental, too…”

Everyone’s curiosity is piqued by her vagueness.

“How do you mean, Abi?” Nick questions.

“Just, um,” she flushes, looking a bit guilty suddenly. “Just that, y’know, Dylan was actually paying attention to the game this time? Not just… uhh, what Ryan was doing? So there was less tripping over tree roots and knocking kids —- or me — flying because he didn’t notice us standing right in front of him...”

The counselor table falls silent. Abi blushes a deep shade of red, enough to almost put the highlights in her hair to shame, and starts digging into her dinner furiously as a means of self-distraction. Then, like the pin had been pulled, the whole table bursts into explosive laughter — with the exception of Dylan, who was suddenly flushed equally as red as Abi and slouching comically low in his seat, as if he could somehow become tiny enough to go unseen.

“O-hhhh, my god, Abi,” Emma crows, leaning on the shorter girl to wrap an arm around her shoulder and jostle her appreciatively; it’s a sentiment shared around the table as the rest of the counselors hoot and holler, Jacob being the loudest of them all.

“Do I even want to ask what you guys are laughing about?”

Ryan’s voice cuts suddenly through the commotion as the final member of their group arrives, dinner tray in hand as he stares down at them all with a vague air of judgment.

“Just th—”

“NOTHING! It’s nothing!” Dylan practically shouts, and poor Jacob cuts off with a choking noise as one of the taller boy’s hands smacks right across his mouth, successfully cutting off whatever teasing was doubtlessly about to commence.

An eyebrow twitches ever so slightly on Ryan’s face.

“Riiiiight…” he says. “Whatever that was about, then.”

And then Mr. H’s favorite counselor takes his spot at their table, completely unbothered and unruffled even as Dylan — seated directly across from him — continues to burn tomato-red, and Kaitlyn and Emma are still shamelessly giggling to themselves further down the row. Laura’s eyes gravitate to Max’s, as always, and the two of them share the same fond-yet-disgusted eye roll as every other time Dylan’s elephant sized crush somehow manages to keep flying under Ryan’s radar.

She’s not gonna be able to leave this damn camp without Max playing wingman, Laura concludes; she can already practically see the determination solidifying in her boyfriend’s heart.

🐦‍⬛

[quirkle2]

no way, you haven't seen train to busan yet? i say you're definitely in for a ride 🤩

also hhhh ritsu finally getting his big bro back.. iwnxowmx i love them sm i rarely came across wholesome kaegbros content so thank you for your service 🛐

((i don't think anyone's ever asked this but what are zombie mob's dynamic with reigen and teru after they reunite bcs i am in need of dad reigen and angsty platonic terumob sobs ((also teru and mob's special hand shake hHHHHH SOBS))

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i have not i should watch it ! looks sick as hell :]

both reigen and teru are ... a little distant with mob as soon as they see that he's a zombie, mostly out of fear of getting bitten, but also just... genuine grief and uncertainty on how to move forward

after just a few days of spending time with him though, they both see a Lot of mob in him, and like i said in that other ask a while ago, they Start To Believe. teru is a lot quicker to warm up to mob, and a lot more willing to get near him sooner than reigen. he misses hugging mob a lot, but he doesn't dare try for a while

when he Does get comfortable touching mob, and when mob seems unbothered by it, he kinda goes full swing into it and reverts back to his old clingy self. mob never seems to mind, though he doesn't do it back except for basic hugs. and also the handshake <3

teru Is a bit starved for returned affection—he desperately wishes mob could like .. compute that and Realize that and at least Attempt to do it back. he misses talking to him, and holding conversations, and seeing him smile. teru misses his smile a lot—he doesn't seem to smile as a zombie

reigen is frankly fuckin devastated bc he's rly not one to believe in a cure (at first, anyway) and this right here feels like a Fraction of what mob used to be, so it's rly rly hard to look at the kid and not get upset about what he Could be looking at instead, had reigen had a better handle on the kageyama's whereabouts when they got separated

reigen calls him "mob" out of instinct and mob, despite going a full year without hearing that name once, instantly turns to reigen in response, attentive. he thinks it's a fluke at first, but over time as it happens again and again he realizes that Yeah, mob recognizes that name and knows reigen is talking to Him specifically, and mob is trying to listen. it's a small piece of proof, for him, that mob is there

when reigen gets more comfy with the circumstances, he settles back into old habits. he ruffles mob's hair and the first time it happens mob looks comically bemused and he like.blinks several times like What The Hell Was That but the second time he does it he seems to recall the sensation and leans into the touch

HILARIOUS to think about mob latching onto old memories, and occasionally he'll stand next to reigen and hold his hand out. and reigen kinda stares at him, a little lost as to why, and on instinct reigen just kinda puts whatever he's holding atm in mob's palms and he seems satisfied w that and simply walks away ???? idk How long it takes him to recognize that mob is holding his hands out waiting to be paid, but it's gonna be hilarious when he realizes it . his memories r rough atm so he doesn't rly remember What he's waiting for, so when reigen gives him literally anything he thinks "ah, that must be it" and carries on.

teru and reigen don't realize it, but tome and ritsu catch on quite quickly—mob actually seems happier, after the reunion ! tome mentions that shigeo seems kinda chipper lately, and more alert, more talkative. ever since seeing teru and reigen again, sections of that rusty brain have turned back online to rifle through memories, and even though it's a little hard to tell, they can see it in his eyes, The Joy

makes ritsu think a lil bit. ritsu had sorta defaulted to the idea that mob didn't recall ever being with teru or reigen to begin with, beforehand. he's not sure why he came to this conclusion—he just never rly thought abt it too hard, over everything else to consider

makes him wonder if mob had been quietly mourning teru and reigen this whole time, quietly missing them, but never having the ability to show it or vocalize it, even to ritsu. or if it's like an out-of-sight, out-of-mind thing, where mob didn't rly think about them until they appeared in front of them, and now he's happy they're here. it's hard to tell

[angelpuns]

Ow, Ranting Anon's heart is broken :'C (/pos) THE NEW UPDATE!! First off, the lil apology thing is adorable, kids are freakin weird (especially leo) and SECOND OF ALL- hhhh the fact that neither Leo or Casey say anything! Casey's letting Leo take it all in meanwhile it's finally hit Leo that this is real, he can't really go back home and that little bit of hope he had left is gone and he's gotta, in a sense start mourning what he knows and start learning how to live where he is for the time being. He's gonna be grieving for his entire life, and he's just gotta accept that but at the same time he's like what, 5? How is a kid supposed to deal with that yknow? For him it's like his entire life is just gone, poof, vanished and nobody else gets that but Casey! I feel like he's gonna be a LOT more attached to Cj soon lol-

Ty for the amazing comic, I'm eating ur art like a 5 star meal served from Gordon Ramsey himself <3

I'm glad you liked the update hehehehe <333

I definitely think Leo is gonna be trying to talk to CJ a lot more than anyone else ( except maybe Mikey, since he's sort of already trusting him ). I'm just thinking about them sitting in silence stating at the destruction ;-;

Me at my own comic: bro who wrote this?? Why's it so sad???

Anyway- I hope the next update isn't quite as devastating ( I already know it will be-) but let's hope so anyway teehee

AS ALWAYS TY FOR YOUR ANALYSIS IT MAKES ME SO HAPPY !!

[oh-a-very-toxic-octopus]

Finally got around to watching the Terminator films. We've seen 1–3 so far and I fucking love them. Spoilers in my rave below the cut.

The Terminator

Yeah, it's old and the score is cheap & doesn't rise like a modern audience expects and some of the dialogue is unintentionally silly, but the pacing of this film is mind-blowingly perfect and Linda Hamilton is just the coolest person on the planet. (Shout out to the invisible hand of Gale Anne Hurd, who surely did a lot here.)

The early character work is intensely 80s but I fell in love with Sarah and her buddies so quickly. Their chemistry is brilliant.

I love the stakes of the story and how succinctly they're explained. A lifetime of struggle and a near-impossible victory could be undone in an instant. Hhhh. We don't even need to see much of the future — its impact is evident in Reese (who I thought was Rhys, btw, so I died when it was revealed Reese was his surname and his first name was KYLE) and how battered and war-wearied he is.

The props and prosthetics are about as bad as you'd expect, but the team knew it and mitigated that by keeping those shots short. I loved the stop-motion terminator regardless. It's kinda charming and the final fight is so good I was carried away by the action.

Terminator 2

Jim is of the opinion this is the best Terminator film, so I went into it primed to be contrary, naturally. But I liked it!

I'm sad time and pop culture has removed the big reveal at the start; I can only imagine how fckn awesome it must have been to watch a contemporary screening of this film and experience the heel-face turn unspoiled.

The T-1000 is just plain cool, and the old CGI was clearly such a labour of love (and money) that it stands up remarkably well.

I love love the film's focus on what future sight really does to you, but I kinda hate it when characters go crazy, so I didn't much enjoy Sarah's early scenes.

I didn't much enjoy the sniper sequence either.

But in an unusual turn... I liked the kid actor and his interaction with the Terminator. The slang sounds even more ridiculous now than I imagine it did then, but it's fun.

As a result, I died at the end. When his arm was ripped off, I piped up all "omg, but they have another one for him in John's backpack!" Apparently Jim watched me from that point onwards and saw the moment my little heart broke, lmfao.

Terminator 3

I know this film gets a lot of hate, and I agree it skews too silly/kiddy in places, but the T-X was a really good active threat and seemed even more focused on her target than the T-1000. The boob joke was the only miss with her, in my opinion.

I enjoyed the film, liked the way it explored the impact of a supposed victory on John and then spanked him with that original fate/choices quote.

Kate was pretty cool but underutilized towards the end; I felt they failed to capitalise on the idea that she sent this Terminator back after it had killed her fckn husband. Not to understate how brilliant the final twist was to watch, but I wanted more Kate in the scene just before it; that final showdown shouldn't have been solely between Terminators, which 2 had clearly recognised.

I wish John's move with the T-800 in the hangar hadn't worked. Honestly it felt like Arnie had a hero clause or something; clearly the most impactful thing to happen there was a mirror of things to come, his attachment to a robot leading to his demise. Kate could have rescued him somehow and then have that image in her damn brain for decades until he's terminated in the future. I just... Yeah. Your main villain can control machines and she only hacks the good Terminator for three minutes? When there's so much emotional material to tap into with the betrayal? Boooo.

Overall I think 3 ties thematically into the other two films, so I like it and I'm unimpressed they've tried to hide it from the world. Might watch Dark Fate next and see how it fares as a replacement.

[coughdontfeelwellcough]

Sicktember - 'But if you stay, you'll get sick too."

Fandom: my ocs Sophie and Casper.

Words: 2116

Author's notes: Final part of the trilogy with these two. I really enjoyed writting these characters so I think they'll make a return in the future. I hope you've enjoyed them :)

Part one, part two

Rain hammered against the window, a storm had been raging for hours but it wasn’t the sound of the wind howling that woke Capser. He rolled over in bed, coughing harshly. He’d gone to bed feeling a bit run down and tired only to be woken up with a cough and fever. He shivered, pulling his duvet up around his ears, his throat felt like he’d swallowed knives and he couldn’t breathe through his nose. He knew the flu had been doing the rounds and he’d meant to get his flu shot but Christmas was a busy time for the bookshop and he’d forgotten about it. Now he was regretting it, along with every decision he’d ever made that led him to this moment. 

“hh..HHh-HGHT-Hew… hh..HH…HHhh-HGHHST-Hhw…Ew…” Casper sneezed into his cover and sniffled thickly.

He thought about trying to go back to sleep but his body had other ideas, forcing him to sit up as he coughed productively into his sleeve. He groaned, his head felt like it weighed a thousand pounds and his joints ached like an old mans, still he forced himself out of bed. Pulling his blanket with him, Casper stumbled to the sofa in search of his phone and for the first time ever he called in sick. Mr Ludwig was a good boss and even asked if Casper needed anything before telling him to get some rest and they’d speak when he felt better. Casper then too tired to crawl back to bed, curled up on the sofa still coughing and tried to sleep.

Sophie opened Wildcraft as usual, serving her normal batch of early morning customers and noting Capser wasn’t among them. They’d grown a little closer since the laryngitis incident and Sophie found she looked forward to their daily conversations.  As the clock ticked on she started to feel anxious, Casper wasn’t normally one to be late and she kicked herself for never bothering to get his number.

She tried to continue as normal though when the clock struck eleven, a full two hours after The Nook would usually open its doors and no one appeared, she decided she couldn’t ignore it anymore. 

Sophie put the ‘back in ten minutes’ sign in the window and started the walk to Capser’s flat. There was a alleyway to the right of the chinese restaurant that led to a set of stairs and then a door, Sophie could only assume it was Casper’s. She knocked at the door and waited. A few minutes passed but no one came. 

“Casper? Casper, it’s Sophie,” she knocked again, a little louder. 

There was a shuffling behind the door before it opened a crack and Casper peaked out. Even through the gap she could see he was ill, he was pale, eyes glassy with fever and his nose and cheeks were flushed.

“Soph? What’re doi’g here?” His voice was so stuffy it was almost inaudible. 

“I came to check on you and Jesus, you sound awful.”

“Thigk it’s the flu..” he had to stop to cough productively into his arm, thick and chesty. 

“No kidding, can I get you anything?” she asked. 

“I… hhHHHHH-HTGHHT-HWW… HH..hhhHH-HGZZHT-HHWW..” He sneezed harshly and shivered miserably, clutching his blanket around his shoulders.

“What I am doing letting you stand here? Go sit down before you get any worse.” 

Casper considered her for a moment, debating whether to let the almost stranger in his flat before shrugging and shuffling back to the sofa. 

Sophie followed, closing the door behind them. Casper’s flat was small but inviting, it had a little kitchen diner with one chair at a table, a bigger living room with a large sofa and a hallway which no doubt led to the bathroom and bedroom. He collapsed onto the sofa with a stuffy groan, wrapping his blanket around himself. 

“Sorry about the mess,” he croaked. 

“No, no, don’t worry about it. I’m the way who invited myself over… Sorry about that, I just got worried when you didn’t show up for work.” 

“Called in sick, first time ever. Feel like ‘m dying.. hhHHhhH-HTGZH-TSHH… HTGZHH-TSGHH… uuHUH-TISSHHEW…” Casper sneezed wetly into his sleeve which triggered a coughing fit, forcing him to upright as harsh coughs tore through his chest. 

“Oh you poor thing,” Sophie sat beside him, patting his back as he struggled to calm his breathing. 

“Well, that hurt,” Casper rasped, pushing his sweaty hair out his face. He looked so pitiful that Sophie’s heart went out to him. 

“Can I get you anything? Tea, soup, medicine?” she asked. 

“I’ll be fine, don’t worry about me.” 

“Too late for that, I’m already worried about you. No offence Cas but you sound like death.” 

Casper raised a tiny smile and coughed lightly into his fist. “Some tea would be wonderful.” 

“Okay, just try not to die while I’m gone.” 

It took a few minutes to locate everything she needed in Casper’s kitchen but she managed to make the tea. She’d used the largest mug she could fit, it was shaped like a dinosaur with the words ‘Tea-Rex’ on the side. 

“You found my favourite cup,” Casper croaked as she passed it to him. 

“Well, it was definitely the best one in the cupboard.” 

“Thank you Sophie, for everything but if you stay, you’ll get sick.” 

“Don’t worry about that, I should be getting back to the bakery anyway. I just want to make sure you weren’t dying.” 

“Not dying, just sick.”

“Are you sure you don’t need anything else?” she asked. 

Casper shook his head, sniffling. “I think I just need to sleep it off.” 

After an extra five minutes they’d exchanged numbers and Sophie was on her way back to the bakery, a queue of people had assembled outside and she had to make some lie about needing more coffee. 

For the rest of the day Sophie couldn’t get the sick man out of her head, she tried texting him at lunch time to see if he was awake but got no reply. Hopefully that meant he was sleeping. Though when the time finally came to turn the sign to closed and lock the door she still hadn’t heard from Casper. She’d tried texting him a few more times but it all came to nothing, she even tried calling but it just went to voicemail. 

Now it felt like something was definitely wrong. When she’d left him he’d taken no medicine and god knows the last time he’d eaten. The anxiety washed over her and before she knew it Sophie was out the door and on her back to Casper’s. 

When Casper woke up he somehow felt worse. It was like all his symptoms had ganged up on him. He’d fallen asleep on the sofa not long after Sophie had left, hoping it would make him feel better. Seemed he’d been wrong. His head swam as he pushed himself up and coughed miserably into his fist. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so ill, probably when he’d had pneumonia in college and his mum had forced him to go anyway. He’d ended up spending nearly two weeks in the hospital. 

“hhHH-HTSHH-UHW… HHhhHSH-UGHHW…” Casper sneezed and reached for a box of tissues he could not remember buying. In fact his coffee table was filled with medicine that was definitely not there earlier. It was only after blowing his nose he realised that his kitchen light was on and despite the stuffiness in his ears he could hear singing. Casper dragged himself to his feet, pulling his blankets tightly around his shoulders and trudged toward the light. 

Sophie was standing in his kitchen, a pot on the stove boiling as she chopped up some veg. She hadn’t heard him approach and may not have done if he hadn’t started hacking up a lung. 

Sophie was at his side in a second, helping him over to a chair as he continued coughing, each one feeling like it was coming from the very bottom of his lungs. 

“Shh, just breathe. I’ve got you.” She fetched him a glass of water and patted his back until he was finally able to breathe though his chest felt like it was on fire. 

“Oh honey, you’re so sick aren’t you,” Sophie stroked the sweaty hair from his forehead, feeling his fever. 

“No offence but what are you doing here?” he asked, trying not to lean into her cool touch. 

“Sorry, sorry I keep barging in like this. It’s just I texted you to check you were okay and when you didn’t reply I came over. I knocked but the door was unlocked, you must have forgotten to lock it after I left and you just looked so miserable I thought I’d get you some things. I hope that’s okay..” 

She was rambling but Casper found himself smiling. “So you broke into my flat to make me soup and give me medicine?” 

“Hey, it’s not breaking in if the doors are unlocked!” 

Casper chuckled, coughing lightly into his fist. “Thank you Sophie, this is all very kind of you. No one’s ever bothered to take care of me like this before.” 

“What, never? Not even like your mum?” 

Casper shook his head and sneezed miserably into his elbow. “hhHHISH-THEWW… hhUUHHS-GSHTTW…” 

“Bless you,” Sophie passed him a pack of tissues and he blew his nose though he did little to clear his congestion. 

“And no, my mum sucks. She made me go to school even when I had pneumonia, she only relented when I passed out and ended up in the hospital.” 

“Jesus Casper, that’s terrible. I’m glad I’m not the only one in the mum sucks club though,” 

“Oh, you too?” 

Sophie nodded, turning the soup off before it boiled over everywhere. “Mine fucked off when I was four, turns out raising a kid was putting a damper on her partying.” 

“Oh shit..” Casper cleared his throat, coughing a little. “Sorry Soph,”

“It’s okay, it was a long time ago. Now how about I get you some soup? I bet you haven’t eaten today.” 

It turned out that as well as being a great baker Sophie was also an excellent cook. The chicken noodle soup was delicious, it helped clear his sinuses and sooth his raw throat.  

“That was so good, I can’t thank you enough,” Casper said, running a hand over his nose. The heat from the soup had made his nose run. 

“You’re welcome. How are you feeling now? Because you’re still looking very pale and clammy.”

“Okay, but kinda hot and sweaty,” he replied. 

“Is it okay if I take your temperature?” she asked. 

Casper nodded, coughing into his elbow. He expected her to get a thermometer but instead he felt her cool hand on his forehead again then his neck and finally his cheek. It took all his strength not to lean into her. 

“You’re still burning up, let’s get back to the sofa and some medicine in you.” 

Casper let himself be guided back to the sofa, curling up in his pile of blankets as Sophie poured him doses from various bottles. 

“Sophie, can I ask you a question?” Casper asked as she passed him a cup of medicine. She had one for everything, his cough, his fever and even one to help him sleep. 

“Sure.”

“Why are you being so nice to me? You barely know me.” 

Sophie sighed, sitting down beside him. “Maybe because in the last two years I look forward to seeing you every day, you’re one of the few people in my life that seems to care about me and isn’t just making small talk waiting for their next train. Because maybe I want to be your friend or maybe more than that? I guess I want to figure that out, if you do.” 

Casper’s heart was in his throat, it felt everything in his life had led up to his moment and he was too sick to properly enjoy it. 

“Sophie, you’ve been the best part of my day for two whole years and… hhHH-SGXHT-uhh.. hi..hii-HITX… Ew sorry, I just mean it would be an honour to be your friend or maybe something more.” 

Sophie leant over and kissed the top of his head, bringing him in for a hug. “I might like you and all but if you give me this flu I will kill you.” 

“It would have been worth it.” 

Sophie laughed and kissed his forehead, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist. It certainly the meet-cute that either of them had imagined and it wouldn’t be the story they’d tell their grandchildren, if they ever got that far but it was the start of something, maybe, hopefully. 

[v2is-baby]

hey, i really hope things get better for you soon and you'll finally get some well-deserved rest after all this struggling. but until that happens please just dont give up. youre an amazing and very strong person, and i wish you all the best in life, may everything turn out the way you want it to. sending you many hugs over the internet

I'm squeezing you like a stress toy, hugging you very very tightly! Thank you hhhh, i hope things get better... Sadly I'm kind of hopeless because of my country's situation, everything is getting dismantled and it's so demoralizing; it's so detrimental for my mental health seeing so many people doing way worse than me while I stand here, unable to even help myself. It hurts me seeing kids and old people go hungry. It hurts me seeing fellow queer people losing their jobs, being discriminated, attacked, assaulted or killed. It hurts me seeing friends losing so much for having a political opinion. It hurts me that my whole family is eating only once per day to save money because services, food, everything, gets more and more expensive.

And honestly I can't take it, i can't deal with this anymore. I lost my job for being openly trans, i lost it because my supervisor was terrified for my wellbeing after being sued by somebody that promised to murder me if she sees me on the streets. This person requested me getting fired and so i did... Sorry it's a lot.

What's happening in Argentina is something I've never seen before and I feel I belong nowhere.

[beehindblueeyes]

Writing Ghost kids: A reference

Now this isn’t going to be comprehensive, and my asks are always open on specifics, but this is going to be a sort of mini reference based around another movie. I can kind of see where the uped matureity comes in some of the fandoms writing- some here may actually be 13 themselves and feel “grown up” or some may be nearing their 30s and have not interacted with a kid in years… no shade.

So last night I came across this movie that’s been on my list for a while but turns out to be really fucking good. From cinematography to plot and ghost lore. It’s a good atmospheric slow burn I cannot recommend it enough. However it turns more conspiracy thriller part way through so I’m going to be focusing on the first half of:

The changeling (1980).

Light spoilers ahead so be warned.

Joesph is a fucking fantastic example of a ghost child. He’s not seen and rarely heard. In fact the first time he’s actually heard is on tape playback (ghosts being able to finally communicate though electronics is 💕 it’s not quite a trope but I love it).

His voice is this chilling , overworldly whisper. You can hear the strain on each sentence- the begging behind his words. One of the most powerful scene is just “Help!” Over and over and over and over. It’s hhhh- again I can’t recommend it enough.

He’s desperate. Scared and angry. As the movie goes on he grows stronger now that attention is paid to him and his unfinished business. His interactions with the world turn from desperate attempts to communicate to full on temper tantrums. It hits because it’s a reminder that he’s just a kid. A dead kid. He throws fits because he never got the opportunity to mature. He can’t see past his own wants! While entirely Warented and tragic it’s also that petty behavior that nothing is good enough. This isn’t going fast enough. Pushing the people who are trying to help and care to the point of screaming at him.

Now Joseph is younger than even griffin (11) but it all still stands. It also aligns with what we see in the movie— the angry, fearful push that they almost take out on Finney. Like how Vance is particularly pissed he didn’t get out the first few times etc

It’s another example to use for reference in writing. Another film I used was Sixth sense (more for Finney then the boys)

[bitterkarmaa]

"so being a father to Blood Twins is actually also helping him overcome some of trauma he sustained from The Incident :)" Hhhh see I keep thinking about this, or the related this-- YOU KNOW THIS I've said I'm gonna put Eclipse under a cup and study him like a bug.

Cos like... gosh. Eclipse's trait is anger, of course. It's what he defaults to, it's what he's forged into both armor and weapon. It's what he used fuel himself up to the point where it literally couldn't anymore (ie laying broken and practically dead in the woods for like a week).

And you've just shoved so much trauma under there, man. I'm living for the glimpses we get of what Eclipse used to be like, what still might be under there somewhere.

He was genuinely good with kids. He likes making things pretty and solving puzzles and sharing silly cat memes. He's got a drive to protect and adopt that didn't even get suppressed while he was being an antagonist, considering he made two other AI during that time. He wants to help others (I noticed that in the Christmas special, Eclipse was the only one who was mentioned to get everyone else a gift, and also got everyone except Lunar something that was useful to them). Heck, there's still that generational trauma thing in that he cares about KC like how Lunar cared about him prior to his defeat/death (as in he probably shouldn't, but he does).

He is so very scared, too. He's afraid of not being in control and of losing control. He's afraid of asking others for help and of being vulnerable enough to need even small help (given how he was acting around Moon with the emails prompt, I assume it was not wanting to be berated for not knowing something as 'simple' as sending a file). It's been made painfully clear how he's afraid of being abandoned again and doesn't like isolation. He's scared of being around kids most likely because of that unprocessed grief and whatever came after.

And just the picture I'm getting here of like. The Incident happened (which we know from the Nightmare) and then whatever happened after that involved the Room just destroyed him, and he was left trying to recover from that all on his own. And the best he managed to do was to stuff all the broken bits inside that armor of anger and try to forget about them, which at least sort of worked for him while he had a clear goal to focus all of his energy on. But all the broken bits are still THERE, and he's finally in a place where they can start being processed.

Clip is just an angry pathetic bastard who's favorite pasttime is shooting himself in the foot 8(

Monsters aren’t born the way they are. They are forged and destroyed and built up from the ashes, made so that they will never be broken again.

But they are built with the same pieces they were the first time.

Eclipse doesn’t know others very well. He knows himself- at least, he thinks he does. That’s a comforting thought, because he knows what he’ll do before he does it. He shares that knowledge. With others, he doesn’t. He is at the mercy of their reaction.

Houses are built on foundations. Lessons are learned the same way. You get a basic idea, and build up from there.

But some foundations crumble.

Water damage, termites, and many other things can destroy the house before it is even finished.

But the main thing that makes everything fall apart?

Neglect.

How do you understand an unfinished product?

You break it down and find out what’s inside.

[yostresswritinggirl]

windblume event spoilers ahead!!

https://twitter.com/hikaaa_x/status/1632690163414450177?t=UwWUQBNOa6iR5nQ1cgIeDA&s=19

man this event dropped so much cyno lore, cymps are feasting this week

apparently cyno is an orphan and the akademiya wanted to experiment on his powers that came from the priest :(

i wonder how this would fit into the heart!cyno au, maybe the power was with him all along and the spirit has only manifested as a physical form along with enhanced power when he struck the deal?

also lisa implied that he was quite shy as a kid and always stuttering, he's so cute...

hehe maybe lisa would share cute and embarrassing stories about kid cyno to reader, so they would tease him about it

-cyno lovebot anon

I did NOT expect a Cyno lore drop when I should have expected that in hindsight but man, of course it's in a freaking limited event. I hope this foreshadows more Cyno lore in the upcoming update (like what they've been doing lately please) because we definitely need a shit ton more.

I'm so happy we got more crumbs, official crumbs (Spantamad Cyno finally canon) and that his lore really is deep instead of shoved aside (admittedly gave me more ideas for Mirage than anything)

The easy thing to do here is to just think that this all happened a lil earlier in their Akademiya years. After finding out about the incident, Cyrus 'adopted' Cyno and he cut ties with heart!reader to protect them from the Akademiya's scheming, I would imagine that they were expecting the reader to become the vessel instead

(since it was their research, that was why they turned a blind eye of the violation and pretty much said 'hold up, let them cook' so they can snatch em up and take them for testing) (but they didn't expect for them to take Cyno and for them to get wiped from the events)

Also goddamn why did I not think about a Lisa and heart!reader interaction sooner!! Definitely a tease, just like Cloud Retainer to Ganyu, while thinking to herself 'so this is the person Cyno sacrificed his life for' ahh so cute, need more scenarios hhhh

EDIT: OKAY BUT WHAT IF AFTER THEY GOT OUT OF THE TEMPLE, IT WAS CYNO ON HIS KNEES BEGGING FOR CYRUS TO HELP THEM IN EXCHANGE OF HIS COOPERATION

[boreal-sea]

Finally got around to watching Train To Busan on Thursday. So good!!

Spoiler-free summary: I loved this movie to bits. SO good! I loved the slowly building drama in the first bit, I loved the characters, I loved the ending.

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Hhhh I'm such a fan of slowly building dread

Oh shoot there's the zomb

Fuck this is so scary XD

Kudos to the steward being like "EVERYONE RUN"

Oh - that's why they didn't stop in the first city.

His daughter is so sweet!

I would not get off the train there. That's just me.

This COO is trying to be helpful, I hope everyone listens to him. He seems to know what's up.

I feel like this "quarantine" is just gonna be murder.

Old dude knows what's up.

Aw she cares so much.

Oop, old dude, that's a zom.

Ah, yeah. Not sure if they MEANT to just have the whole train get killed or if there was a real quarantine there at all.

Oh yeah, seems there might've been... But there sure isn't now lol.

Ah COO, the moral lesson of this movie is to be nice to people. Like, you're safe on the train, you can afford to wait.

I feel like one of those sisters got bit.

Oh no baseball kids, I was just gonna say how much I love you.

Nooo husband you must make it - ok good.

So terrifying to be in a state of limbo like that.

Rescue time!

I feel like you should probably still have your coats on for more bite protection, humans can't bite hard. That said, this is still very badass, 10/10.

Husband is like the hulk or something.

Oh no baseball friends! Come on, you can do it, they're depending on you!

Oh tunnel, the zoms can't see.

Ok, now hurry, gotta go, no time for reunions - ah stuck in the bathroom.

I'm loving the exploration of what it means to be a man/husband.

Hey COO, you jerk. You're justifiably concerned they might be infected but I think you have someone infected in there with you.

Mm, climbing in the luggage rack would be hard to do silently. Nice, nice, distract them. Is some gonna cough? We haven't had that trope yet. Ah, slip of the foot, close enough.

Who even is this old guy?

Oh, the can, lol. That counts.

Oooh evil.

Oh no! Husband!

Why are they still silencing the girl?

Sister! Save you sister!

Ah ha, you see small child COO, surely that will change your heart.

Husband, you are a true hero. Best husband, 10/10.

HAH he deserved to be punched (the COO).

Yeah girl I wouldn't want to stay with those assholes either.

Aw sisterly love. Wait. No. Nooo sister.

Well that's what you get for being assholes. True they weren't ALL assholes but still.

I still wanna know who the old guy is and if he's like, relevant.

Aww. His daughter is so sweet.

Ah, your company is implicit in this, that sucks. It's nice he lets his buddy of the hook.

Literal blood on your hands huh.

Uh, there's no getting into Busan, huh.

Ew, the COO is still alive.

I also love the conductor. He's like a superhero too.

Ew. COO. You suck, I hate you so much. Now there's zombs everywhere.

Holy shit literal zombie train.

COO you continue to be just The Worst.

Wow that's a hell of a shot, love it.

Oh good he broke his ankle - noooo conductor my love.

Noo old guy my love.

I kinda love how the zoms move like water.

There's no conductor, hope you can figure it out!

Oh no, what if a lot of them slow it down?

Lol did the imaginary cameraman get hit?

Oh hi COO. Hey wait, how'd you open that door? Oh, you're still a bit alive.

Nooooo dad - I guess it IS all about sacrifice, huh? So heroic in your last same moments.

Aww sweetie it's not your fault, but he really does have to go.

I'm not crying you're crying.

(I'm definitely crying)

This tunnel seems like a bad idea.

Oh no, the woman is gonna look infected...

Aw, she's singing. And it let them know they're ok!

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[paranormeow7]

tmc spoilerz!!!

god I keep thinking abt how amazing an episode vol 2 is. I really feel it’s the point where everything sort of kicked off, character wise AND worldbuilding wise. We meet the BPS gang, including the boy that was stolen away in a prior episode, and this is where we first get to see the extent of what the alternates can really do. We see how they inflict MAD. We see how they mess with technology. And the premise and execution. My god, the execution. Two best friends, orphans implied to have been on the run, check out a creepy abandoned house. Right off the bat the suspense is there, as is a feeling of hopelessness, as this is the first time we really get to just see the characters hang out. They’ve got chemistry. Personalities. Lives. Lives that we get to see a little bit of. And then it hits you that this is the Mandela catalogue and that they’re probably not going to last long. The setup and suspense are masterful, as you slowly get to see things grow more tense both inside and outside of Adam and Jonah’s relationship. They split up. They start to bicker. All while things grow more dangerous as they venture further into the lions den. Jonah, ever the sensible one, gets a bad feeling and wants to leave, but Adams curiosity is insatiable, leading into a genuinely heartbreaking and devastating fight between the two, showcasing the skill of the VAs. The two end up splitting up for the final time, Adam crying out for Jonah as a last resort while meanwhile, his lifeline is being tormented by alternates telling him all about how he failed. They set out on an investigation, one never comes back, and the other comes back… different. Or maybe he was always that way and he’s finally realizing it. Speaking of which, this episode does so much to bring things from past episodes together, too. This is when it’s implied that Adam was Lynn’s kid, and in later episodes it’s revealed just what happened to him when he disappeared. How he’s not the real him. He never was, and now you get to decide whether the humanity he showed in vol2 was ever genuine (i believe it is!!) This episode did sooo much for the series and no one talks abt like oh my gawddddd. SORRY IM JUST SO INSANE ABT THIS AGH AGH AWAHHHH HOPE THAT WASNT TOO MUCH OF A DRAG 2 READ/MADE EVEN A LITTLE SENSE HHHH 😭😭