#fuck rott am i right

[alchemisticramblings]

for whoever wants to draw pregnant steve for some reason (why would you do that): have this abomination

(image not mine, i found this off the arcadia oakspedia wiki)

tagging @skryae and @yanyuleia for extra stegnant damage

[thoughtsbeewild]

Bitch shall recieve Karma..a fellow worker was sharing that one direction dude died, no interest in one direction. But apparently he fell off the 3rd floor hotel. This annoying bitch puts an emoji laugh out loud from the peer sharing this news. Like why the fuck would you laugh with an emoji to that news. I swear if i could punch that bitch through the screen I would. These people HATE WITH A PASSION THE ORANGE MAN(imagine if they only knew i am opposite), THEY WANTED SEE HIM IN JAIL BECAUSE thier sources from MAINSTREAM MEDIA NBC,ABC, CNN BLAH..MARKETED THAT BULLSHIT IN THEIR HEADS.. Man i would be going off like ANGRY ORANGE MAN ..BUT I KEPT MY MOUTH SHUT..DAMN MY MOUTH WOULD BE LIKE THE FUCKING ORANGE ANGRY MAN ON TRUTH SOCIAL... I had a friend in highschool he died off 5 story mall(fell off), his skull cracked open and going to the viewing(seeing the stiches on his head of his cracked skull) was the most painful thing I experienced. our group was hanging out with him one week before his death...painful..real talk No person No human who dies should laugh. May karma bless this bitch in hell, j..th, may she rott with lots of karma. Imagine flipping back to her, your military American husband who is deployed right now something bad happens and people put emoji to laugh..i bet she would be furious, cause it is her husband cough cough online tinder military husband ...if he cheats on you while deployed thats karma bitch... cant stand her fake kiss ass liberal ways..

Thats evil to laugh at someone death even IF ITS A LAUGHING emoji symbol...

[sincelastsession]

I don't think anybody understands that working on things and therapy takes time and my parents expect me to be financially stable and without their help very soon but no one has done anything to help me do that and I don't know how to do it by myself.

I might come off as incredibly smart like people have told me but there's some things that my brain cannot brain.

I'm not the same as other autistic people my mother told me that yesterday. All of them are different she said and I said I know.

I'd also told her that I was upset that she didn't quite understood the general basis and she complained about how hard it is to treat an autistic patient and how her facility doesn't generally like to take people diagnosed as autistic because no one knows how to react to it and I told her why didn't they have any sort of training about how to treat an autistictation or allow them to use the damn observation room or the strap you down room to have thier meltdown and then go back to their room to rest. I really do wonder how many people have been wrongfully hospitalized just because they were having a meltdown and thier friends and family and doctors were too ignorant to educate themselves or try and help them.

Anyway I'm off of my original point which was that I have a month to get my things packed and I don't know how much longer it's going to take to find me an apartment because I Am in charge of that and I Don't Know how to be in charge of that and I Am Scared to call places and I Am Scared to Figure It Out because I Don't Want To fuck up and get treated like shit Or get turned down for a nice place because I'm the only one there when I need a co signer for an apartment.

I did at 1 point discuss with my parents that I would happily take a smaller apartment if it was temporary till they could get me the kind of apartment that I need as long as the smaller apartment was secluded quiet and I would not be bothered and I could heal in peace. They just asked me how the hell I was going to pay for a storage unit to put all my things in. Meanwhile they have houses filled to the brim with things of theirs and are massive fucking hypocrites.

I wish that I could take the layout of this apartment and just plop it on the 1st floor without an apartment above it almost like a trailer in fact I would maybe live in a trailer if given the chance but my parents think that it would be dangerous and trashy.

They are really limiting many of my choices because they are thinking in a racist manner and they say that these areas are dangerous and they tell me that bad things will happen to me and things that I care about will be stolen and my cats will be released and things like that.

If I could move to another place that had stairs I would but the stairs are hurting me and I have been holding in how much it does hurt me.

I don't like having to get stoned all the time for pain I don't like having to take pain medicine in general. I don't like not being clear headed.

I suffer from chronic pain and somehow I'm able to disassociate a lot from it because most people could not handle what idea was and could not be as composed as I am. I was yelled at and bitched and treated like shit for a complaining that I hurt before they diagnosed me. I was also treated like shit after they diagnosed me and with every diagnosis I've had added on I have still been treated like shit. The only times my parents have been truly concerned about my well-being is came down to hospitalization Bleeding or something life-threatening.

But the thing that they don't understand is all of my conditions are technically life-threatening they're all pretty serious conditions they don't take me seriously when I tell them that if I have to continue living here I'm not going to get better my brain is not going to just adjust to it I'm at a pretty big limit of what I can handle right now and it's too much and I'm tired And I don't feel any hope for escape and I feel like I am just giving up and rotting.

I used to say all the time that my parents were going to end up killing me with their bullshit and I feel that they slowly are. I feel like my spirit has been fucking stamped into the ground every time it tries to raise up.

The frustrating part is that I really love my family or I don't know maybe I don't love them maybe I love the idea of them maybe I love the potential of them I don't know I do know that I would do things for them but I don't know if I would do things for them because I have some type of stalk home syndrome thing going on or if I am loyal for some other reason and I don't understand that I feel like I've been brainwashed

It's pretty aggravating reading the emotionally unavailable parents book because the entire fucking thing is my life every single trait that all the 4 types of parenting are is what I've had to deal with all of it literally all of it it's like a manual of my family But probably a lot less violent and psychotic.

I wish I could wear a little spy GoPro camera around my father and sister and mother so you could see what actually happens.

Because no therapist has truly understood the severity of these issues because I can't talk about it easily or more easily than maybe other patients can I'm not sure I don't really understand why I'm not understood it's really frustrating I know I can't control what other people understand and don't understand and that sometimes it's hard for other people to put themselves in my point of view Because everything I talk about is fucking insane honestly like my whole family my whole life is some crazy ass Jerry Springer shit.

I don't know if by the end of therapy if I should just submit my entire Tumblr to a ghost writer and have them write a fucking book about me or not because of all the shit I'm writing about

Maybe I could submit it to psyche people to do some sort of case study I don't fucking know

I understand that none of what has happened to me is my fault and I understand that I've had to deal with a lot of fucked up people

Honestly at this point if I could move to a new place and be left the fuck lone or treated with some form of respect like I'm a human being instead of dog shit on the bottom of someone's shoe I think I could get better I think I could get better and then I could work on things and I think that there needs to be a way for me to be able to be treated for my AD HD so my executive dysfunction doesn't get out of control with that and all my other conditions I feel like I need more treatment than a lot of people can provide and I'm grateful for what I have but I do need more

This is not to say that I want to stop therapy at all and I don't need the intensity of therapy to go up or faster or whatever because I don't do very well under pressure unless it's a fucking school project do it last minute

Also I really don't want anybody to sink that a manic because I'm not I fucking wish I could have some Mania right now I am so exhausted and I don't think that my excessive talking is any form of Mania I'm tired of people mentioning that shit to me. I know damn well what Mania looks like. I've seen it in person Quite a lot.

Honestly I'm interested in the ketamine treatments.

I'm interested in the tms treatments.

I want to do EMDR.

I want to do everything in my power to become my own person and get better.

Giving myself affirmations and trying all these positive things is so stressful. It shouldn't be stressful to try and tell myself nice things in the mirror. Sometimes I look at myself and I know it's me but I don't recognize myself.

I hate my body but I don't hate it for the reasons that people think I do. I hate that as a child I was told to suck in my stomach and now I have a permanent fat role that will never disappear unless I have surgery or if I lose a tremendous amount of weight and then it will probably sag and I will probably have to have surgery. I hate that my body has done nothing but a attack and betray me. I hate that my body has never felt like my own. I hate that people used my body for their own satisfaction. I get disgusted sometimes when people are overly lusty towards me. I get sex repulsed. I get repulsed looking at my own body. I don't like my body because I am not my type. I'm not in the right body. There is no amount of plastic surgery that would make me feel like I'm in the right body. I'm sure some things would probabl to improve but I would still feel like I'm in the wrong body. I don't necessarily feel like I'm a different gender. I don't really understand what my gender and identity an orientation R. I think sometimes I do but then other times it feels different and I can't explain that and I don't feel like I can even access that to articulate more. I don't even think that I see my body correctly.

I can feel pain and I can feel my emotions and I can logic everything to death and for some reason I'm still not doing better. I don't know where my brain is stuck at I don't know what the problem is. I'm really tired of working on everything because I get discouraged because I don't see any changes. I get told by my friends that I don't know if they're telling me the truth sometimes. Sometimes I think that they're just seeing a mask. Because I put on a mask and I mirror people very fast and automatically. I had to learn to do that to survive. I've always had a poor sense of self. I don't think I've ever really known who me is. I think maybe she's in there somewhere but I don't know if it's the person you're speaking to.

And that scares me.

What if this entire time I've been somebody else and I'm locked away somewhere in my head

I could go through many what if.

But that's not going to solve anything.

I feel like every therapist and Doctor I get is just stumped by me

I don't believe that to be true with you but I still don't feel understood by you and you haven't been rude or anything I am just still trying to give you a full picture

I feel like I wasted my entire life going to therapy and trying to get better and I feel that it was never fair to me that nobody else really was that involved or helpful we're sticking to the things that did help me that I can't even remember were anymore

My parents have convinced so many therapists that I'm the asshole and that lake shit is my fault and I make excuses and I'm just lazy and dramatic etc.

They don't seem to know what to do with me

The amount of hurt that I have inside is Something that I cannot measure.

I feel like there is part of me that only comes out when I have a meltdown or I'm in a blinenrage and that part scares the fuck out of me but also sometimes I would like to let it loose to ravage everything that has ever hurt me

But that's not going to solve it

I'm aggravated because I don't remember parts of our sessions. It makes me mad that I try really hard to listen and then I forget pieces.

You know I don't think it's my medicine or the weed causing me to be forgetful or act differently.

I've been like this before and it turned into stress-induced psychosis because no one would listen and I did not get help

I do not want that to happen again I do not want to be on a fucking anti psychotic.

I think that I'm just so incredibly worn out and stressed out that it's hard for me to fucking function and remember anything or get anything done.

Yeah I have a chance to move but can I even fucking pack the boxes

It seems that I can think of a lot of things to do but I cannot act. And when I was taking medication for my ADHDI actually had an easier time getting things dinstead of sitting around and laying in bed frozen like I am now.

I have to somehow wake up more even though I didn't sleep and go to the office and sit down and talk with the fucking office manager about apartment 60 so I can have some fucking piece and actually pack some goddamn boxes so I can move if I'm even am gonna move.

Because my parents say that they will move me but they are notorious for saying that they're going to do something and then making some excuse up or something bullshit happens and suddenly they can't do it.

I wish I didn't have all of these fucking health problems and didn't have to rely on them for anything.

I feel like I'm going to go down with this ship.

I don't know if I can take the grief of getting On a life boat and rowing away.

All I want to do is just somehow be magically healthy and run away.

I'm so scared that they don't actually mean it wouldn't they say they're going to move me.

But because my father has demanded that my mother help out all I am hearing about is money and greedy language. I need to pay this bill in that bill and help out and do this and do that and I'm still under the thumb of people they won't leave me alone I do not have the wiggle room in my budget.

I don't see that I'm spending money on bullshit

I bought myself self-care items on Amazon the other day all of them practical. All of them I will be using.

I don't just buy shit and not use it.

I feel guilty doing things for myself and buying myself new things even if it's something I need.

I try really hard to save up money and I'm scared that I won't be able to do anything under the table

The art world here is pretty fucking brutal. It seems more like a popularity and hipster contest. I have never been the kind of person that wants to do a fucking artist statement I understand all about all that shit but that's not what my art is about.

When I make art I am not making it for any particular reason there's not a meaning to it generally I pretty much zone out completely with a song on repeat and make something and then I click back to reality and there's something on the canvas

My fascination is without other people interpret my Art I don't like to put a meaning on it because that takes the whole fun away of observing other people trying to figure it out When there's nothing to figure out but what they feel from it because artist It's subjective to the individual anyway so why would I write some sort of pompous artist statement I might as well draw someone jacking off as my artist statement because that's what it looks like every time I read some shit

It's a whole game that I just don't want to play I Don't Like neurotypical games. I can't play Pretend that long.

I don't know where I'm going to live after this and I don't know how well I'm going I don't like not knowing I don't like surprises

I mean my ideal place is a small 2 bedroom with maybe an area for a little office kitchen table a decent sized kitchen maybe a screen didn't porch or a porch I can sit under and watch it ra little bit of grass enough to have a garden and to have a foster dog Places to put my cat litter boxes and an area for them to be able to wander throughout the apartment having a place too small would be bad for them and I'm not going to give them up because they are part of my medical treatment.

I don't really know what to do and I feel pretty hopeless about a lot.

I do hope that I feel better.

And even though I'm sitting here crying I don't really feel depressed

I have it felt depressed since I took myself off of prozac

I believe that I might have situational depression but it is absolutely nothing like the depression that I experienced most of my life

There's not really an anti depressant with a new chemical structure out on the market that would help improve my quality of life or mood or ability to function

I'm pretty certain at this point that if I do have something that can be treated with medication that it It's probably not possible because I don't think my brain likes meds like I think I'm resistant to the medications And I'm sure I should be on like Anonymous synthetic folic acid and b vitamins and all the other crap that might help my brain but I don't feel that I have the time or energy to even have a fucking routine because I don't get a chance to decompress and fucking breathe and relax before something stupid happens again

I don't know how my adrenal glands and cortisol and hormones are doing and every fucking time I get it checked they tell me it's normal but how when the hell is it normal

Is there something that my interchronologist is not checking is it because it's not getting checked when I'm having problems and it only gets checked when I'm like in a different headspace and I'm getting different blood work results I don't really understand

I'm scared that my psychiatrist is going to try andTake me off of my anxiety medicine or mess with my medication because I fucked up because I was so stressed out I didn't remember and I was forgetting things and freaking out

It seems that doctors are more afraid of the medical board these days than actually treating their patients

I wish I knew somewhere else to go that would not fuck with my meds. I wish I could find a psychiatrist that would prescribe me my meds and everything I needed to function properly and not fuck with them. Because I feel like I'm paying a $150 every time I go see this Doctor for no God damn reason other than to get a refill on my medication

I really just wish I could go on a long vacation far away from everybody But last time I went on a vacation no one took care of my cats correctly and I was horrified and very pissed off that they were completely neglected 2 fucking weeks and not fed everyday and their litter boxes were not cleaned and they did not get water and I don't speak to that person anymore. I paid them for no reason. And now I'm blocked 44 no reason and can't demand that they give me the money that I paid them back and I can't do anything to get Justice for my animals that went through suffering and now have some separation anxiety from me due to someone treating them badly.

I know that I have a few friends that could probably do the job and not even ask for payment.

But I don't know where I would go if I had a chance to go on vacation. I wish I could just get in my car and take myself on vacation and I don't know why I don't do that. I mean obviously money is a factor but I see people all the time just take little road trips like it's not a big deal and I don't understand. I mean in luster completely lying about having no money.

I mean I guess some people have credit cards that they run up I don't I was never allowed to have a credit card and I have a debit card and I have bonds that I can't even cash because that will fuck up my SSI issues. I mean technically I could have enough money to rent a place all by myself if I could cash those but then I would lose my benefits because nobody told me that that was part of my assets that I had and I have lots of assets and I did not know I was supposed to report the assets I have but the assets are just things and I don't know how much those things cost because they were gifts but I'm supposed to record how much gifts cost me and report that to the SSI office or that's what I was told a long time ago when my parents forced me to get on SSI could have medicaid because they didn't want to pay for my insurance and give me a chance at 25 years oldTo try and work but at that point in time my back was incredibly fucked up and I weighed 300 pounds are more

I was also told by all of my doctors that it was not a good idea for me to hold a job and it would be bad for my mental and physical health.

I have held jobs before but I was never given the proper paperwork to file taxes or anything of that nature and the jobs did not last long and it was pretty awful treatment because clearly I was undiagnosed autistic and nobody knew what the fuck that even was or what was going on with me at that point in time

Sometimes I feel like my entire life has been a complete waste and that I'm just like stuck in this limbo hell until my body decides to just drop When I get old.

You know I feel like I've taken care of everybody.

Who is gonna take care of me

I'm tired of taking care of me and everybody else

I'm not even good at taking c Carere of myself

I'm not fixing any of these typos I hope you can figure it out I'm too tired and I don't even know why I'm still yapping at this fucking Tumblr

I really just want to move and not let anybody know where I live except for people who need to know.

I hope it rains all fucking dand everyday until I need to move in to a new plays because I am so tired of my neighbors being outside and loud

I know that part of it is a century issue but I've had friends over and they've heard it and it's loud to them

I really don't know what the fuck I'm supposed to do you know they could fix the issue by taking the siding off and putting some sort of insulation to block some of the noise but they're not going to do that and also they haven't fixed the broken beam that's holding the balcony in place or have they checked the other beams that may be also breaking and rotting

That's a fucking safety issue and they what it look like yesterday was that they just sold off the piece that was poking out

I hate it here

It's no longer serving me in any positive way

I wish I could run away and sometimes I think about doing that and not telling anyone and the only thing that keeps me from doing it is my cat's because if I did not have them then I would just spontaneously drive away

I've never wanted to run away so much in my life because everything feels like so much

Anyway I have to go figure some things out and get some reit's summarized I hope you enjoy the shitty journal literature that I have provided

I don't know maybe some of it can help with my treatment plan maybe not maybe it was pointless I don't know anymore

[sopafa]

Es tanta información que no ouedo procesarlo en inglés, so I am not going to even try and just write in both languages as I came with it because im having a mental break down about this.

So, are you telling me, that if someone - in this case Morgana- got 1v1 fight with the order, or destroyed the seals, it would carry an insane amount of power, enough to literally erase the magic from their bodies?

No, lets ignore that fact. Or the fact that Steve was going to be the one dying at the end of ROTT.

Lets talks about the movie.

Yes

The title.

What?

What's that?

"TALES OF ARCADIA: THE MOVIE"?

Okay. Lets re-read it again...

TALES OF ARCADIA-

I think you are all getting to my point. But just one last time, just to make sure.

TALES OF ARCADIA.

Tales of arcadia the movie.

Like, ARE YOU FUCKING TELLING ME THAT THE PLOT WAS GOING TO BE DOUXIE'S CENTERED, THAT THE PLOT WAS GOING TO BE FOLLOWING HIM! AND SLOWLY JOINING EVERYONE ELSE!

THAT THE THING- THE ONLY THING I SPOKE ABOUT FOR MONTHS-

The title...

THAT THING. THAT.

Are you telling me that

I WAS RIGHT!?

So last week Aaron unexpectedly posted the early story grid for Wizards (Here) which threw a lot of things into a tailspin. Getting hold of anything Wizards related is always gold given how much was lost due to time constraints or other factors, this one was fascinating.

Then yeah he goes and drops another one earlier today:

Source

Now there is a running joke on the Archive that the account holder has a habit of enacting this meme except it's less conspiracy theorist more they are an idiot and can/will connect dots others miss.

AND BOY DID THIS THING HAVE DOTS

Now there's a lot to talk about in that grid from the fact it's when the past!team and present!team was still a thing, people you're not expecting to die dying, Douxie never meeting Zoe in Camelot as the prison break never happened....

And a sidetrack please forgive me:

Source for the artwork

Called it! The odds of being wrong on this one were minimal because Gnasha was killed at Killahead, due to AAARRRGGHH was a small jump in logic but oh. Oh that vindication of being right is so sweet.

Ahem.

What will actually concern people will be this story grid actually explains a few pieces of artwork that without it's context made little sense. The first of which is this artwork by Sean Murray which had the very curious title of Morgana's Castle and Morgana's Throne Room respectively. This has never made sense as surely it was the Arcane Order's castle? Unless of course there was a version where it actually wasn't.

Another of Sean Murray's artwork are these Amulets... Which could easily double up for these mysterious seals that are a separate thing, not a box as they came to be. They could also been a design for accessing the things or something else entirely! This has given them a possible reason for being designed in the first place.

Under the Lava Wizard image on artstation, the caption mentions it was an early concept for Morgana's Castle (There again!) while the art says "Lava" wizard tower. The second mentions unused concept for flying castles with none being uploaded for Ice. Clearly at one point they were thought to be floating about before it became just one for the Arcane Order. It's certainly an interesting thought though budget wise the end result was the wisest for certain.

Source for all Sean Murray's artwork above.

Anyway going to go pore over the grid some more now. As a final thought, that floating castle's weird spikey things look suspiciously like those on Morgana's helmet don't they. Aphantasia meant didn't notice prior to having very big bright red dots sitting next to one another to point it out.

[callmetippytumbles]

BITCH!!!!

He choked me . . .and it was good.

[stix-n-bread]

I am crying someone told me about the Steve pregnancy before I even got my hands on the movie and I never cried so fast

YOU POOR THING OH NOOOO IM SO SORRY EJJSJDJKSLDKKSKMD

[kissitbttr]

omfg the mean femcheerleader x eddie 😩. it’s so so amazing i love ittt. imagine her sitting in his lap during hellfire. or him groping her during lunch and her yelling at some bitch who was commenting on hellfire. i’m sorry absolute brain rott. and she lovvesss showing off the marks eddie makes on her. and covering eddie in her own marks so everyone knows who he belongs to

hii sweetheart! thank you for loving it, i appreciate it sm!!

and OH yes i agree completely! they would be so touchy with each other and definitely not shying away from pda, despite the complaints from eddie’s friends lol. thanks to her, eddie is coming out of his shell and is far more comfortable now!

“eddie can you please, stop grabbing your girlfriend’s backside during our campaign?”

“what? she has a nice ass! you’re telling me i can’t squeeze that??”

“he’s right baby, you need to keep your hands off of me if you want to win”

“why are you listening to him? i can multitask!”

ALSO 100% AGREE ABOUT THE MARKS!!! i feel like eddie would be so fucking proud about leaving hickies all over her neck and boobs that it’d make it impossible for her to cover them

“how do you make hickies look so sexy eds? i am definitely not wearing a jacket tomorrow”

“i did pretty good huh?” he smirks, admiring the pretty marks on your breasts. he comes up from your behind before wrapping his arms around your waist.“now everyone knows you’re mine and not to fuck around with me”

and when she decides to leave ones on him all over his chest, neck—with lipstick marks adorn his cheeks— he’d be so cocky about it and refuse to cover even just one

“hey eddie, don’t you wanna cover that up?” dustin asks, gesturing his neck area that are covered in small splotches of red and blue bruises. “also the… lipstick its-“

“it’s what, henderson? gross? unsanitary?!”

“no! i just think-“

“i like leaving them on. I’m not covering shit! it’s my girl’s work of art so stop asking.”

“ugh gross”

just for that, he’d be wearing tanktops to school or even shirtless if he could

[dreamcrow]

so i know we don't talk about That Movie or anything but i'm sitting here thinking about bellroc and nari and my perennial hill to kill on of the arcane order actually care about each other when it hits me that. the first time we see nari after douxie pulls off the bodyswap: her body language does not at all convey fear

look at her—that expression is grateful, exhausted, a little surprised, maybe, but not afraid. her grin is almost playful. she's not nearly as frightened as she looked during the train fight, just a few moments earlier! and her good mood continues, throughout her scenes at the police station and even into the strategy shots inside camelot. for that entire time, she only starts showing distress when douxie starts getting actively tortured—not when he's otherwise only in custody.

which makes that torture feel...kind of like a cheap gimmick, tbh? out of left field, at best. admittedly everyone was out of character in rott, but...leaving that aside for the moment, everything we know about the order indicates they've known each other, very well, for a very long time. surely nari must have known what douxie could expect from them, especially after they catch his deception; she doesn't hesitate on, or sugarcoat, a similar warning when she says the order will surely rip your soul to pieces. at the same time, we know nari must know how to push the other order members' buttons: she teases skrael to his face ("so old! and they still haven't learned manners"), and we also know that bellroc seems mildly vexed by her "habit of playing with humans, despite [their] warnings."

so i just. hm. villain apology on main, i guess, but i feel like this leaves us with a few obvious options for interpretation. (tossing them under the cut, bc this is already getting long.)

option one: nari had no idea bellroc and skrael would resort to torturing douxie. given how long she's known them (and vice versa), and the fact that she's not hesitated to warn douxie of impending unpleasantness in the past, this seems unlikely.

option two: nari knew bellroc and skrael were going to torture douxie, but spent the entire interim doing nothing about it (not even warning her allies) and actually goofing off (see: singing in the police station, chasing archie around) until it started affecting her personally. while i'm not ruling out straight up stupid writing, this...also seems unlikely. rott!nari is spacey, but she's still undeniably presented as one of the good guys; while i think there's definitely a case for reading nari as a morally grey/neutral character—she never says what the order is doing is wrong—i don't think rott is the one to make it definitely not well, and definitely not on purpose, lmao

option three: nari's nonchalance after the bodyswap is informed. she knows bellroc and skrael have douxie, and that they'll figure this out soon enough. but she also knows, or thinks she knows, that neither she nor douxie are in serious danger because of it. this isn't an ideal situation, but it frustrates...whatever nebulous ills the genesis seals are supposed to be bringing about.

SO IF YOU'VE READ THIS FAR,,, i mean i think it's pretty obvious which one i'm at, right!! maybe she wasn't expecting it and they did it anyway. which: juicy! but i don't trust this writing enough to think it was written that way on purpose, lmao. the order knew each other. nari only says the order was wrong as the camera cuts to bellroc, the first time we see them after being blinded. no logical reading of nari's actions also permits a reading where she expected them to torture douxie. there is a ton of bad writing in rott that i am not even going to try to make make sense (fucking "naughty girl") but the more i think about it the more i simply cannot see a cogent justification for the torture in the first place. either it was supposed to be a believable course of action—which it isn't, not on the order's actions from wizards nor on nari's own behavioral testimony in the script up to this point—OR it was an exceptionally lazy signal to the audience. Look At This Evil Queer, who is evil, because, uh. reasons. now quick, check out this sweet kidz bop pacific rim mech fight.

anyway. this was a rambling, meandering mess. i don't know exactly what my point was, but if you got all the way through this: here, you deserve a cookie. 🍪

[witchy-jadda]

rott spoilers ahead

so i’ve given myself some time to think about everything and try to process it all and here are some of my thoughts on trollhunters: rise of the titans...

- straight off the bat, i loved the intro. opening with blinky telling the story of what happened up until this point was incredible. i would have loved if they had circled back to this though (i saw someone else say it should have been him telling the story to jim and claire’s kids and i loved that idea!)

- i also liked that they didn’t waste time at the start, instead they just jumped right into the action which was fun.

- honestly, i thought jim’s plotline throughout the movie where he basically thought he was useless without the amulet was just really not fun to watch. i understand why it was there and it played into the climax but i really did not find it one bit necessary seeing as i felt that we have grown beyond that. i felt it was overused. we’ve been there before and jim is aware that he’s the trollhunter, amulet or not.

- douxie being so soft with nari was genuinely one of the most heartwarming parts of the movie. i feel that we were really robbed of so much potential with douxie in this movie though. we didn’t see nearly enough of him. it seemed that the writers were picking and choosing when to remember how powerful he is. switching with nari and connecting to her are two examples of when they actually used his power, but aside from that they just disregarded it a lot.

- and speaking of forgetting how powerful people are... i’m genuinely so hurt and let down over what they did to claire. do they not realise how powerful she is? did they just forget about her character arc? it sure felt like it. she got to use her powers a few times (connecting to nari, portalling the titan, etc) but mostly it felt like she was saying she was spent and therefore unable to do anything. she is so strong and so powerful, and that’s just so empowering - especially for young girls. and then it kinda felt to me that rott was reducing her to basically nothing more than jim’s love interest.

- okay another quick note, it kinda felt to me that krel’s potential was also pretty wasted? he barely did anything and i just think he deserved more too.

- ew okay i don’t even want to think about it but i know i can’t discuss rott without talking about the mpreg thing. seriously, what the fuck was that? at first, i thought it was going to be a joke. i thought aja and krel were gonna wind steve up and see how far they could go with making him think he was pregnant just for a little bit of comic relief. but then he was actually pregnant. and so i laughed, because even though it was dumb it was kind of funny. weird and unexpected, but kind of funny. but by the time the movie was over it just didn’t sit right with me. looking past the fact that it was just more of them making steve’s character into a joke, i couldn’t see the logic in giving so much time to that subplot when other characters (claire, douxie) and other relationships (claire and douxie’s friendship) were sidelined. maybe if he had gotten a whole season the mpreg thing could have been included as comic relief or whatever, but with such limited time i really don’t see the point of wasting so much time on something so pointless. 

- speaking of steve, i need to talk about creepslayerz... they really deserved more :( like i get that eli literally helped steve through child birth and then named one after him which was lowkey adorable but i loved their friendship so much and i was really hoping to see more of them. i was kind of hoping they’d get to do more as well. look i gave up on hopes of a romance long ago (even though i still really wished it would happen) but i hoped that at least we’d see some more of their friendship.

* by this point my brain has decided to forget absolutely every point i wanted to make... cue the brain fog (we don’t like her) and allow me to take a moment to read back and try to find my point again *

- i don’t think i can stress enough how much i loved the visuals in this movie. holy fucking shit it was just phenomenal. like wow. the art was absolutely fantastic and i’m really hoping for another the art of... book because i love the art of trollhunters and i feel that they could do with updating it to include the newer stuff. but yep, the animation quality was incredible and i don’t have a bad thing to say about it because just wow.

- speaking of art... a moment of appreciation for character designs. just wow wow wow. we love to see such intricately designed villains. we love to see growth in our other much loved characters. and the locations too? fantastic. beautiful. amazing. loved it.

- another moment of appreciation for jim. the hair. the scars. the injuries. the winter jacket. the fact that he looked a little older.... loved it. loved it, loved it, loved it. i cannot wait to spend hours pouring over reference pictures to draw them all.

- and claire... her armor being weathered and worn. her eyes!! her hair looked great as always. i just love her...

- nari nari nari... my goodness, her magic is so beautiful. i wish we got to see more.

- also, the jlaire moments were very cute. their kisses? so soft. they literally love each other so much. i adore them.

- what happened to the babies from the darklands btw? is not enrique just chilling in the lake’s house with a ton of babies? 

- barbara deserved better. i would have liked to see her and strickler happy.

- on that note, why the actual fuck did they think a few explosives would win against magic?? literal ancient magic and these dumbasses were like huh i guess we should blow it up. i’m sorry, what?? y’all are stupid.

* currently trying to think of every possible point that isn’t to do with the ending because i really don’t want to think about that yet *

- the whole thing with archie and charlemagne felt super unnecessary. like usually characters sacrifice themselves and it’s like sad and you can see the reasoning and stuff. but they literally could have gotten out. i really did not vibe with that. it felt like they just did that to leave douxie with no one.

- that trollmarket was beautiful though.

- speaking of trollmarket... they really restored the heartstone just like that? are you joking? i was not impressed at all. the heartstone was dead and gone, could not be destroyed. did they just forget that? half the shit in wizards wouldn’t have happened if the heartstone could have been restored. very pissed off by that. it was dead, that was it.

- okay back to jim... love that he pulled the sword from the stone. it was cute that it was a group effort, kinda would have preferred if it was just him but that’s just a me thing. and maybe me and my daylight tattoo are biased here, but excalibur is not half as pretty as daylight.

- not gonna lie, jim yelling come on trollhunters! kinda got me. i was very emotional watching this.

- i think the most in character jim moment of the whole movie was when he dropped excalibur, he didn’t have his armor, he was all alone and he decided to make a fist and fight the wizard/god with literally no weapon or means of defence. i don’t think y’all understand how much i love this dumb self sacrificing selfless boy. i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again, he is literally one of my most favourite characters of all time. i love him with all my heart.

- the armor!! wow wow wow. that was a fucking cool scene. beautiful.

- jim getting stabbed or whatever with that fucking spear thing nearly killed me.

- okay here goes... toby. my sweet toby. jim and toby’s friendship is one of my absolute favourites ever. my goodness. and toby getting in the van and going to save jim was incredible and such a toby thing to do. of course he would think of doing that.

- but like seriously... claire and douxie are so fucking powerful and they were both just like lol i guess we can’t do anything to help jim? i’m sorry what?? don’t tell me that claire wouldn’t go full on black and purple eyes and get herself up their to him. i just... i’m so bothered by the fact that they were sidelined y’all :|

- also, do not seriously try to tell me that aaarrrgghh!!! would let toby go on his own. he would have went with him. he would have followed him.

- literally as jim was falling the first thing that went through my mind was oh aaarrrgghh!!! is gonna run up and catch him.

- and while we’re on the topic of aaarrrgghh!!! why tf did they have such a build up that something was going to happen to either him or blinky for literally no reason? wtf

- aaarrrgghh!!! would not have let toby go alone!!! if he had been there, he would have protected toby, he would have saved him and none of that mess of an ending would have happened.

* ugh here’s the bit i was dreading... the ending *

- first off, i am choosing to ignore it.

- time stone? really? we’re... we’re gonna do this? literally one of the most original things i have ever watched is now - at the literal last possible minute - rip off another movie?? really?? whyyyy???

- i literally cannot express how much i hated it. it was so fucking unnecessary.

- he didn’t need to go back that far!!!

- i’m actually trying to block this out but i suppose i have to at least touch on it. jim would never ever put that burden on to toby. he just wouldn’t. before even looking at all of the other issues with toby getting the amulet, i need to say that. it just wouldn’t happen. he struggled so much with being the trollhunter, he wouldn’t put that on toby. 

- also toby literally never wanted to be the trollhunter?? he never wanted the amulet? he wanted to be a duke and have his war hammer and go on adventures with his best friend and his wingman and eat mexican food.

- okay so um i guess they all just forgot about unbecoming? cool cool cool.

- seriously though, was it not established many times that jim literally had to be trollhunter? and if he wasn’t it would be draal and everything would go to shit? did they just forget about that??

- having jim just decide to give toby the amulet literally takes away from the entire meaning behind jim getting the amulet and becoming the trollhunter. the amulet chose jim. merlin chose him. out of all of the creatures in the world, it had to be jim. he can’t just give that to toby!!

- and as much as i love toby, he would not last a day as trollhunter.

- and that’s not even beginning to mention all that jim erased by not becoming trollhunter. no father son relationship between him and blinky. they didn’t stop steve from picking on eli so no steve redemption and no creepslayerz. is he just going to allow enrique to be taken? toby will not have the same incentive to go into the darklands to save him if that’s the case. strickler will not show any sort of sentiment towards toby either. and then the big one...

- IS THAT FUCKER REALLY GOING TO ALLOW CLAIRE TO NOT GET HER POWERS??? WHAT???

- if jim isn’t trollhunter and the whole thing with enrique doesn’t happen then claire will never get her shadowstaff. let’s be real, strickler probably wouldn’t even need angor rot with toby as trollhunter. somehow i can’t see him making it that far...

- if claire doesn’t have her shadow staff then the whole thing with morgana won’t happen. she won’t destroy the shadow staff and then she will never develop her powers. would jim really rob her of that?

- okay i can’t do anymore, it’s too much for me now...

- i touched on this already in a separate post but i gotta say it again... i did not enjoy the destiny is a gift bit at the end. first of all, jim having toby find the amulet literally takes the meaning of that speech and his destiny away instanty. and second, i just could not stand hearing emile hirsch say the words that belonged to anton yelchin. it was just uncomfortable.

aaand i think i’m done. maybe i’ll have more later but i have a headache now from all of this.

[katelynthecrazy]

KamiKaze

       "Hey babe, do me a favor."

       Eijiro looked up from where he sat on the couch, twisting around to see his roommate and boyfriend. "Yeah? What's up?"

       Katsuki stood at the dry bar in the kitchen, glaring at his steaming coffee mug. He'd just gotten home off a nighttime patrol. "Promise me we won't end up like Mic and Eraser."

       Eijiro bristled in alarm. "Why? What happened to Mic and Eraser? Are they okay?!"

       "That's not what I meant," Katsuki snapped, looking up from his coffee. "They're fine. I meant their ten fucking cats that Aizawa keeps bringing home."

       "Oh..." Eijiro relaxed. "Why... why would you bring home a cat?"

       Katsuki growled at him. "I didn't mean me, dummy.

       "Oh. Oh, I just thought you did," Eijiro recovered, embarrassed, "since, you know, Aizawa is the uptight grumpy one and he's the one bringing home the cats--"

       "Oi!" Katsuki squawked indignantly and rounded the dry bar to tower over Eijiro, casting his anger down on the redhead. "I am not uptight!"

       "Right! No, of course not," he covered. "So... why do you think I would bring home a cat..?"

       Katsuki sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "It doesn't have to be cats, Ei--I just thought with your inability to say no to suffering cuteness, you'd just start bringing home stray animals."

       "Oh."

       Oops.

       Seemingly satisfied that his point had finally gotten across, Katsuki rounded the couch and sat next to Eijiro, reaching for the remote.

       "Hey, Kat?"

       "Yeah?"

       "You know how you said you wanted me to promise that we wouldn't end up like Mic and Aizawa?"

       Katsuki was quiet for a long second, holding the remote in his hand. He hadn't turned on the T.V. yet. "You mean the thing I just said?"

       "Yeah! Anyway, funny story--"

       "What did you do--"

       A bark sounded from the bedroom.

       "--I kinda can't make that promise," Eijiro grinned innocently, hoping that if he smiled brightly enough it would counteract Katsuki's anger.

       However, Katsuki glared at the T.V., refusing to meet his eyes. "What's in the bedroom?"

       "Her name is Kaze, she's a German Shepherd Rottweiler mix, she's two years old, and she was at the shelter today, and they were going to put her down. What did you want me to do? Leave her there?"

       Kaze barked again.

       "A rott--" Katsuki turned to him with wide eyes. "You got a rottweiler? Named Kaze?"

       "Hey!" Eijiro protested. "Don't discriminate! And she's half german shepherd, leave her alone!"

       "Fine. Why was she at the shelter?"

       "..."

       "Sorry, didn't quite catch that."

       "...Rage issues..."

       Katsuki sat back on the couch, nodding as if he had guessed as much, and ran a hand down his face. He didn't say anything, staring at the blank T.V. screen in silence. Eijiro wilted a little. He'd been hoping that Katsuki might be a bit more lenient.

       "Nope," Katsuki suddenly bolted up and jumped over the back of the couch.

       Eijiro growled and took off after him. "Katsuki, I swear to God, leave the dog alone! Katsuki--"

       Katsuki didn't listen, marching to the bedroom and ripping open the door. A deafening growl met them, and the blonde barely had time to react before the mob of brown and black fur jumped on him and Eijiro's heart jumped up his throat.

       "KATSUKI!"

       Katsuki was still wearing the thick sweatbands that went under his gauntlets, and they protected one of his from the dog's teeth as he flipped them. He kept one arm in the dog's mouth and used the other against its chest to pin her against the floor. Eijiro ran to separate them, knowing that his quirk was definitely more suited to calming down an angry dog, but Katsuki just grinned. "I win."

       "KATSUKI, you're going to get yourself killed!" Eijiro grabbed her scruff with a hardened hand and dragged her wriggling form out from under his boyfriend. She let go of his arm without complaint and wiggled back to her feet in his grasp, butting her head heavily against Eijiro's knee. She didn't even try to bite him--she'd already hurt her mouth doing that.

       "No I'm not," Katsuki scoffed, sitting back.

       Kaze turned back to him and tried to jump at him again, and Eijiro pulled her back with an equal amount of panic. Surprisingly, Kaze didn't look very scary. She was fluffier than a rottweiler and her color blended better--like a shepherd's--but she also didn't have the severe-looking pointed ears of the shepherd, instead equipt with perky, floppy little folds of skin that made her look unthreatening. Eijiro wanted to believe that the dog he'd brought home wouldn't be a danger, but this wasn't how he'd expected to introduce the two. "Is your arm okay?"

       "My arm's fine," Katsuki peeled the sweatband off. "She didn't even break the fabric. Hey, let her go."

       "ARE YOU CRAZY?!"

       "Oi, you're the one that brought her home, now let her go. Look at her she wants to play--she just likes to play rough," Katsuki grinned again, flashing his teeth, and this time Kaze managed to break free when she charged.

       Katsuki stayed in his seated spot when she collided with him, seizing her front paws and using the leverage to hold her away from him. Eijiro watched in amazement as she butt her head forward, trying frantically to sniff at his face. A long pink tongue managed to lick him.

       "Ew!" Katsuki dropped her paws and she landed heavily on his shoulders, bringing him to the ground, where she proceeded to sit and sniff the sweatiest places of his neck and arms. "Oh, gross, get away from my sweat--I don't care if I smell like sugar."

       Kaze caught Katsuki's wrist in her mouth when he pushed her away, chewing on his hand and fingers.

       He bopped her lightly on the nose and took his hand away, flicking her spit back at her. "Rage issues my ass," he growled, and Kaze mimicked the tone. They sat there and growled at each other. "She's just playful for a Rottie--like a lab with bigger teeth. Now, my Nana's pomeranian? That lil' shit had rage issues."

       Eijiro blinked. "I... I didn't know you liked dogs."

       "I don't," Katsuki followed without missing a beat. "But these little fuckers are tough as nail, ain't 'cha, Kaze?"

       She barked loudly at him, pink tongue lolling from her mouth to pant happily--the same way she was with Eijiro after she first tried to chew the shit out of him. "Kaze, sit."

       She sat, twisting her head back in the weirdest way possible to look at him when she did. Not knowing what else to do, Eijiro skeptically sat on the ground on her other side.

       "Dogs like me though," Katsuki continued, and Kaze snapped to give him her attention. "Think it's something about my smell. Most of 'em aren't very violent--just energetic. My uncle once had a mastiff that jumped an eight-foot fence when he got home just to see him. Cool dog--you are so gross!"

       Kaze had gotten tired of her sit and padded forward until she drooled onto his lap and caused him to jump up to his feet. His tone made her look up with interest, as if calling his bluff and saying 'yeah I'ma lil' shit--what'chu gon' do 'bout it?'

       Katsuki glared at her and curled his lip, pulling himself up to sit on a hallway table. "Drool on me now, mutt."

       "Katsuki, that's not nice."

       "She's a dog. For all she knows, mutts are the best things in the world."

       She cocked her head, and in confusion, laid down and flopped onto her side.

       Eijiro laughed, and her ears perked at the sound, prompting her to wiggle like a worm until she'd weaseled her head into his lap and let him pet her.

       Katsuki snorted. "She is so dorky. Look at that, she loves you."

       "Yeah, I've kinda been going to the shelter a lot lately," Eijiro admitted. "Ever since Uraraka found that box of kittens under the freeway."

       "I was so scared you were gonna bring those home."

       "Shinso got to them first," Eijiro grinned.

       Katsuki rolled his eyes. "I don't like dogs, but I hate cats, Ei. At least dogs are useful. The Americans even train shepherds in their military, and Rotties have been fighters for generations."

       "So... I did good?"

       "Ei, if you bring home another dog, it's taking your place."

       Eijiro smiled. "I can do that--"

       "NO WAIT, let me correct myself-- if you bring home any other animal, I'm kicking you to the curb."

       The redhead frowned, loosely grabbing Kaze's scruff to smush their faces together. She licked him. "Would you really say no to this cuteness?"

       Katsuki raised an eyebrow. "Promise me."

       "Fiiine," Eijiro relented, scratching the top of Kaze's head. "I won't bring home any more mouths to feed."

       The blonde sighed in relief. "I can't believe you looked at a Rottie mix named 'Kaze' and thought 'This is definitely a family dog.'

       "There is nothing wrong with her!"

       "Ei, someone named her after the World War II planes that purposefully flew into American ships--"

       "Nuh-uh!"

       "Kamikaze, Ei."

       He was silent in horror for a moment. "Why would someone do that?!"

       "'Cause, it's badass?"

       "Sorry--why would someone that isn't you name a dog that?"

       Katsuki threw an empty wooden bowl at him in retaliation. Kaze perked, jumping after it--and trampling Eijiro in the process. He ended up flat on his back with a foot in his mouth and a butt in his face, and not the kind he liked to see. "Yuck!"

~End~

[peakywitch]

Fuck Men - John Shelby

“Hello i hope you’re still accepting requests! Can i ask for one with John Shelby. Y/N goes out with her friends and gets roofied (someone put drugs in her drink) and they call john and it’s all messy and full of angst. John comes in with Arthur and Tom and they try to make her vomit it up and he’s crying and fluff at the end. Hope you’re still raking requests I really love your writing! Xx” 

Warnings: drugs intoxication, alcohol, this one is little disgusting sorry

words: 1580

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I ain't got time for you baby, either you're mine or you're not

Make up your mind sweet baby, right here, right now's all we got

Although The Garrison was one of the best pubs in town, the one run by the Germans, Die Rotte, a few blocks from it was best for having an actual good time. That's where you could find Y/N and her girlfriends every other Friday night. They weren’t exactly women exclusive, but only the best men could get inside.

It was quite a delightful place, to be honest. White walls, art deco everywhere, good alcohol, an amazing band who played the best Charleston in town. The night was one of the best nights. It was a chilly summer night, so dresses were being shown off.

“Y/N, try this!” screamed Lizzie with ecstasy, handing her a glass.

“What is it?” she asked from the table, seeing her friend coming from the bar.

“It’s called Fallen Angel! It tastes like lemon and...just try it!” Lizzie had a beautiful smile on her face, maybe it was snow or the facts that she had gotten a proper job.

A little party never killed nobody, so we gon' dance until we drop

A little party never killed nobody, right here, right now's all we got

“Ok, I’m in. Get me one!” she smiled, after swallowing the exotic greeny drink.

Lizzie started her way once again to the bar and after Y/N held a small conversation with Ada, who was almost as drunk as Lizzie, she came back.

“Here is to us, ladies.” she started to distribute the questionable amount of alcohol between the six women on the table “Fuck being a fuckin’-” she interrupted herself “Fuck men!”

“Fuck men!” the other women chorused, but Y/N could only smile.

She was the only one who got a decent love story. But a decent love story won’t stop anyone from drinking a whole glass in just ten seconds, does it? No, it doesn't.

Time passed by and the night was getting better and better, almost like a movie. The dance floor was filled with sweaty couples dancing non-stop to some loud charleston that rumbled in their hearts, threatening to leave their bodies.

Her legs started to feel weaker, but she knew that was alcohol because it’s the first sign: fragile legs. She knew the others were feeling the same, because they had taken the same amount, or even more.

“I need air!” screamed Y/N, trying to make Ada understand her over the music.

“You need her?” asked her sister in law in return, the music had her going.

“I need…!” she began again, the room started to spin faster and faster, the trumpets were making her head weight and her ears buzz. “John, Ada…”

“Y/N!” voices began to scream her name, but the noise was clouding her mind, and her eyes were not responding anymore, being covered by her heavy eyelids.

But just as she tried to reach out for Ada’s arms, she fell.

“Liz!” screamed Ada, panicking “Lizzie!”

She appeared by her side in a split second, and saw her on the floor, holding her unconscious sister-in-law. 

“Oh Lord, Y/N!” she screamed and knelt by Ada’s side.

She tapped her face abruptly, trying to wake her up.

“She’s not waking up!” they both stated in fear and got her out of the dancefloor screaming to the other dancers.

They sat her on their table, and wet her face with the ice cube that her glass had. While Lizzie was focused on her friend and bathing her neck with the cold water, Ada had her eyes on Y/N’s Glass.

“Ada, another one! Come on, it’s not-” she turned her face and saw Ada’s eyes stuck on her glass “Did…?” she whispered, forgetting about everything.

“There’s something white, Lizzie…” Ada began to tear up, thinking about her friend being harmed.

Lizzie left the bar as rapidly as she could, and ran three blocks down to the Garrison. Her chest was getting cold, and her ankles started to hurt: high heels were not meant for running on a messy street at three am, drunk and scared.

She began to scream John’s name even before she reached the entrance to the Garrison.

“John! Shelby! John! John!” she entered the Garrison, not forgetting to scream Shelby's name. He wasn’t in the big room, he had to be in the booth.

His name burned her throat, she said it so many times she started to forget what to say.

“John!” she burst into the private booth, and everybody stopped laughing.

“Lizzie?” asked John confused, she was supposed to be with Y/N.

He knew something was up, he saw it on her face.

“It’s Y/N!”

He got up as quickly as he could, even faster. Lizzie didn’t have to say another word, for he was running down the street, fearing the worst.

A soft and cold wind was drying his lungs, but it would take more than just wintery weather to prevent him from running towards her. Not even war could stop him from whispering her name in his prayers. If he prayed, it was for her. For her to be safe during the disgusting Spanish flu, for her to be happy during those birthdays he was away, not knowing if his “Happy Birthday” letter would make its way before he took his last breath.

“Y/N!” his voice echoed in the pub, and his throat almost ripped.

“John!” cried Ada, not knowing why her friend wasn’t responding.

And in a few confusing seconds, her body was over John’s shoulder, he was trying to get her out of there.

“Please stay with me, I need you.” he kept on reciting as if he was trying to memorize those exact words. “Please, I need you. Stay with me.”

The walk from the bar all the way to the house in Watery Lane was infernal and everlasting. He couldn't pronounce the words correctly, he was mumbling desperate thoughts, which made no sense on his lips.

Polly, who was spending a cosy night in, opened the door, as an answer to the shouts from her nephews. And as John entered the house in a rush, he placed the girl on the couch, trying to make her wake up.

“What the hell are we even supposed to do!” Ada cried, not knowing why she wasn’t waking up.

“What did she have, Ada?” he asked, taking his blue vest off.

“We don’t know! Her glass had something white at the very bottom, we don’t know what happened, John.” She was about to pull her hair off her head, she was sure it was a nightmare.

“White?” he screamed “She got her drink fucked over and you tell me now?” he was roaring, scaring Ada even more.

“Why don’t you take the girl to the doctor, instead of screaming to your sister?” Polly confronted him “Fighting Ada won’t stop time, it’s making you lose it!”

“John!” his oldest brother entered the house, nervous and curious about what was happening. Tommy was walking right behind Arthur.

“Y/N is under some fucking drug, and I don’t have any idea of what to do…!” he was about to cry, his eyes were stinging.

“What was in her glass?” asked Tommy, taking his jacket off.

“She was drinking a Fallen Angel and there was something white and dusty at the very bottom…” remembered Ada, cleaning her constant tears.

“So it was at the bottom, good to know it didn’t dissolve,” Tommy answered, and walked up to John.

“Brother, listen to me.” he said, taking John’s face in his hands “You take her to the bathroom, and we know you hate puke, but you have to make her vomit.”

He began to instruct quickly on how to help her, and John was suffering by the simple thought of hurting her.

“You won’t hurt her, you just…” Tommy was being careful with his words for the first time in ages, and John was thankful “You just touch everything in there, and it will result. Trust me, she’ll be alright.”

John walked into the bathroom with her, dead weight.

“I’m so sorry, please wake up…”

Some say you float, some say it’s like a dream. Some say you feel everything around you, some say you don’t even realize. But it was fucking disgusting for Y/N, she was dancing a popular Charleston and, when she opened her eyes, she had his husband fingers all the way up to her throat, making a nightmare out of a party.

“What the fuck!” she screamed, feeling how even her soul could leave her body in that same minute.

Both of her hands gripped onto John’s shirt, as she was still not seeing a thing.

“I can’t fucking see!” she screamed, scared to death.

“Don’t worry, Y/N.” said a voice from behind her, she was scared “It will come back to you in a few seconds, don’t worry.”

John hugged her, tightly against his chest.

“John.” she relaxed her body, while susurrating his name.

“Don’t you ever scare me like this again, because next time I might not survive the fear.”

“I’m sorry I scared you, I love you.” she apologized, while her fingers danced in his neck.

“I need you by my side until I die, please don’t leave before me.” he was being truthful, it was never hard for him when she was by his side.

“I’ll try not to, love. I’ll try not to.”

@deepdonutkid @a-golden-sunflower-vol-6 @stydia-4-ever @natural-hearts @lovemissyhoneybee @girlwith-kalei-do-scope-eyes @peakyrogers @writeroutoftime @peakyxtommy @nyotamalfoy @pinkeijin @lukeymybabe @eternallyvenus

[ivo-martinsss]

I am so sad right now. The Flowers From Tiamats Fire is one of my favorite books and now it ends after only two seasons as well as Gladiator Chronicles. I am in shock and I feel so so sad right now. This is due to everyones complains. THEY made them happen and I am so upset. Fuck everyone who complained. Fuck them all.

It seriously has become a fan-favourite, SO WHYYYYY INDEED!? 😭 but ngl, ever since the beginning, something was already amiss about how Tiamat was treated by some Dicc behind the scenes 😭

Also, GC!? We're barely anywhere and it's ending?? 😤😭

HaHW also do be getting the GC treatment. Smh 😭

I wish Theo holds on at least 😭

LfOS 😭 I feel baited, ngl. But I hope the author is doing okay.

PoTV 😭 but I wish the author and her team well. I understand that their situation isn't very well atm.

ROTT 😒 There was a time when I looked forward to it's update.

Dals 😦 I suppose itbhas lost its hold on the readers

OTI 🙃 I wasn't paying attention in the latest update.

S10W 🤔 I am waaaaaaay behind this book. Hdksksms

[rmg91]

Played around with this funny incorrect quote generator the other night; https://incorrect-quotes-generator.neocities.org/ 

Here’s my results :

Zoe, at Douxie's funeral: I need a moment with them.   Everyone: Of course. *They leave* Zoe, leaning over Douxie′s coffin: Okay, listen here you little shit. I know you’re not dead. Douxie: Yeah, no shit

Zoe: Caffeine no longer keeps me awake while I work, so instead I have Douxie periodically send me texts saying ‘we need to talk.’ Zoe: It gives me the right amount of adrenaline and fear I need to keep going. Works both ways too ^

Douxie: You have to apologize to them Zoe. Zoe: Fine! But I must warn you that this might make me a better, nicer person and that is NOT the person you fell in love with!

Zoe: Douxie, my old friend! Douxie: I think you tried to kill me at some point. Zoe: That was obviously just my way of getting to know you.

Douxie: When do you usually go to sleep? Zoe: Whenever I collapse is entirely up to the gods. Douxie: The time to act is now. Douxie: Wink, wink. Zoe: Don't say "wink wink". Just wink. Douxie: Oh, sorry. Douxie: Wink. Zoe: Oh, my God. Do you know what this is? Douxie: It’s a book. There’s a lot of those in here, this is a library. Douxie: We have a problem. Zoe: No, YOU have a problem. I have an idiot who keeps making them. Douxie: Am I in trouble? Zoe: Take a guess. Douxie: No? Zoe: Take another guess.

Zoe: Who hurt you? Douxie: *snorting* What, do you want a list? Zoe: ...Yes, actually.

Zoe: I have an idea. Douxie: A good idea? Zoe: Let's not get ahead of ourselves.

A smooth!Douxie appears! Zoe: The stars are so beautiful... Douxie: They're just giant balls of gas.  Zoe: You know what, if you're just going to ruin this, then- Douxie: And yet none of them are as huge as my love for you. Zoe: Oh... Archie: *raises eyebrows* Douxie: Put those back down!

Archie: I am in charge of this disaster! Douxie: I have a name, you know.

Archie, having recently lost their glasses: KILL THE BUG!!! Zoe: ....That’s a gecko—

Douxie: When I was your age- Zoe, mocking Douxie: When I was your height. Douxie: Douxie: Listen here you little shit-

Zoe: So I can either do something dumb that could very well get me injured or I can listen to Douxie and not do the thing, Zoe: Well there’s a clear right answer here. Zoe: *proceeds to throw five packs of mentos into a barrel full of diet coke*

Toby: Oh, fiddlesticks. Krel : Look, I understand this is a tense situation, but let's watch the fucking language.

Toby: Why don’t you go talk to them? Aja, sarcastically: Oh. Yeah, sure. Toby: What? So you go tell them they’re cute, what’s the worst that could happen? Aja: They could hear me.

Krel : I think it’s time I get my life in order. Aja, narrating: But they did not get their life in order. In fact, they got drunk last night and fought a raccoon.

Aja: Hey there demons, It's me, ya boi.  Krel : Aja, NO!

Krel : That sounds like a terrible plan. Jim: Oh, we've had worse. (*Cought*rott*cough*)

Claire: Here comes the lightning! Claire, whispering: You've got to imagine it coming out my fingertips, wherein I am an almighty wizard. Jim: Ok, currently imagining that. Hmm, not bad. Not bad at all.

[mintshowergel]

(Trollhunters ROTT spoilers)

I am literally in a state of shock,,,

20 minutes in, Douxie is gone, they got arrested, Barbara and Strickler got ENGAGED, What the FUCK happened to Eli, AND STEVE GOT FUCKING MPREGGED?????

WHAT IS TRANSPIRING RIGHT NOW ITS ONLY BEEN 20 MINUTES

[toaheadcanons]

Okay, SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS if this got through your filter, this contains TOA/RISE OF THE TITANS SPOILERS

Alright, having sucessfully seen nothing about the film prior, things that were not on my bingo card:

Akiridions reproduce through kissing and apparently Genetics has NOTHING to do with it. Chuck my notes, I need whatever an Akiridion Punnet Square looks like.

I'm not touching the discourse associated with the above with a ten foot pole, nooooo way not by a longshot, but just... in terms of worldbuilding, the implications it has on the Tarrons/Akiridion in general??? Separate post to do later, me, when you see this. Questions, questions.

StrickLake not being already married?! I mean I suppose I assumed a bit given what little we've seen of them since TH, but I thought???

God I hope that means we see a wedding in the future somehow, that Best Man scene choked me up. Doctor Mom and Professor Avocado deserve a wedding 🥺🥺🥺

THE NINTH CONFIGURATION being them. I honestly didn't get it until like halfway through 😅

All the deaths were not ones I had pegged. Dear god this was brutal to watch.

The reason Horngazels have a handle like a lil' sword? Is because they do THAT???? TO SKIN? WHAT DO THEY DO TO TROLLS?? Do they need a sheath? Are they hot or does magic(?) burn on contact????

The Book Bridge Rule being nullified. I always loved that scene in the book about anything technically being a bridge. Hell, I would have thought at least once in the series we'd see the under-the-bed portability of the Horngazel-bridge system.

The Kaiju/Jaeger battle in Hong Kong. I should have seen it coming, this is Del Toro after all, but it was god damn STUNNING visually. Kudos, ROTT team, that was badass as fuck

I have some THOUGHTS on the ending that might maybe make it more tolerable if you're interested??? Calm yourselves, folks, clearly it's not truly "over." Another post, coming soon when I get the chance.

There is HEARTSTONE. On. Akiridion. Are there TROLLS on/under Akiridion? Or a parallel evolution of a similar kind??? Y'all know me, the headcanon gears are a-turnin'

You used MagiScience against me, Netflix... you hit me right in the feelings 🥺

Somebody correct me, Krel managed not to be knocked out? The whole special?? I was so sure of it, that was my free space! Look at my baby not getting handed his ass instantly 🥰🥰🥰

General reactions coming, but tomorrow! As I've mentioned on my other blogs, I'm not really at my best for typing at the moment.

Final thoughts. I am so, so grateful to have been a part of this journey from the very beginning. This sideblog was created the day after the show first released in 2016, and I've had the opportunity to watch this community grow, thrive, and put down such solid roots. I've seen many fandoms bloom on tumblr, but it's a rarity to see it done right, with the amount of insight and grace among the folks here. Thank you so much for existing, all of you, every last one. This place wouldn't be the same if you hadn't found your way here. TOA fandom really took the shows' main message to heart. Y'all Became something truly amazing. ❤

[archies-litterbox]

You know how Jim was like I don’t know what to do and powerless in ROTT and I just feel like that’s what happened to the writers? Like they really didn’t know how end this series. They tried to give some answers but with so many details missing, it feels wrong. Just based on the story, I feel like I am just looking into how the writers were working on this story. They are all just coming up with some ideas but didn’t know how to put it together to make sense of it.

YES. It felt... kinda hodge-podged? There was a lot that could have been done better. Alot of it felt rushed and disorganized.

And the ending... if it was leading into a new series, it would have been one thing (which um... idk if I'd like that 😬), but as The End Of The Franchise... bad.

I actually said in another post that I think an "open ending" with the time travel would have worked if they ended it like season one of The Umbrella Academy, where it cut off right as the siblings went back in time, and the audience had no clue where they ended up. There's more potential to leave fans hopeful than confused at everything from the show being erased.

And... we're not even unpacking the mpreg, anon. We're not doing that. Bad.

And SO many people felt out of character. Like... I'm sorry, but am I supposed to think that Jim, knowing how much fucking trauma he went through as the trollhunter, would cause so much as the potential to have that happen to Toby? No no no, that's not my son!

And I'm sorry but... Douxie - who we watched in Wizards hold the dead body of his father figure so hard that when it turned to dust, he lurched forward and his arms curled in - not even falling to his knees when Nari died, and just going "I hope he's happy :(" when he found out Archie was separated from him forever? Without actually getting to be told goodbye from him himself? 🤨

Like... it just felt off.

(That said, MAJOR props to Colin for the voice work in that scene. The way he screamed Nari's name broke my HEART.)

And Strickler's death, I could have mourned and accepted as the end of his arc, going from being selfish and evil to giving his life for good... but Nomura's was done just to make audience's gasp and show how deep in the trance Nari was and I'm pissed.

But like... it didn't happen. And that's one of the worst parts, I think. We as the audience don't even get proper time and space to grieve the deaths because we're shown that they're alive right at the end, at the cost of every bit of the character development we've watched them go through.

Like... I think it might have been better, if they were going to go the route of so many of the characters sacrificing their lives or otherwise dying, if the movie instead ended with the surviving characters making memorials and grieving their losses while appreciating the good their fallen family and friends did in the world - how much they did to save the world - and they could have had the "Don't think, become." speech said as they sent off their departed friends.

(And ending the movie - and the franchise - with a message about grief and moving forward from losing someone while continuing to honor and appreciate the amazing things they did in their lives would have been especially profound considering the real life context that, if I remember correctly, Tales of Arcadia was one of Anton Yelchin's final projects.)

Anyway... yeah, anon. This movie gave me alot of thoughts, and not in a good way.