#gOLLY gO$H

[hide-your-bugs-away]

Probably the wildest record haul I have ever been bestowed... after my dentist appointment, no less.

I FINALLY HAVE A VINTAGE COPY OF ANIMALIZATION aaAAAAAA MY COLLECTION OF U.S. ANIMALS VINYLS IS AT LAST COMPLETE ‼️🐾✨️ All from local record stores as well!

[laotwormz]

guys will see this and just think Hell Yeah

[gayafsowhat]

I can feel myself becoming more and more insane about Rise of Red this is going to leave irreversible damage to my psyche I just know it

[thedeadthree]

-`. LEGS 2024 SPOTIFY WRAPPED.

tis the season besties!! the loveliest lovely @leviiackrman tagged me to share my wrapped for this year!! ty jess !!!!!! <3 (and saw @shellibisshe and @statichvm do this as well!)

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[illycanary]

Katara's Story Is A Tragedy and It's Not An Accident

I was a teenaged girl when Avatar: The Last Airbender aired on Nickelodeon—the group that the show’s creators unintentionally hit while they were aiming for the younger, maler demographic. Nevermind that we’re the reason the show’s popularity caught fire and has endured for two decades; we weren’t the audience Mike and Bryan wanted. And by golly, were they going to make sure we knew it. They’ve been making sure we know it with every snide comment and addendum they’ve made to the story for the last twenty years.

For many of us girls who were raised in the nineties and aughts, Katara was a breath of fresh air—a rare opportunity in a media market saturated with boys having grand adventures to see a young woman having her own adventure and expressing the same fears and frustrations we were often made to feel. 

We were told that we could be anything we wanted to be. That we were strong and smart and brimming with potential. That we were just as capable as the boys. That we were our brothers’ equals. But we were also told to wash dishes and fold laundry and tidy around the house while our brothers played outside. We were ignored when our male classmates picked teams for kickball and told to go play with the girls on the swings—the same girls we were taught to deride if we wanted to be taken seriously. We were lectured for the same immaturity that was expected of boys our age and older, and we were told to do better while also being told, “Boys will be boys.” Despite all the platitudes about equality and power, we saw our mothers straining under the weight of carrying both full-time careers and unequally divided family responsibilities. We sensed that we were being groomed for the same future. 

And we saw ourselves in Katara. 

Katara begins as a parentified teenaged girl: forced to take on responsibility for the daily care of people around her—including male figures who are capable of looking after themselves but are allowed to be immature enough to foist such labor onto her. She does thankless work for people who take her contributions for granted. She’s belittled by people who love her, but don’t understand her. She’s isolated from the world and denied opportunities to improve her talents. She's told what emotions she's allowed to feel and when to feel them. In essence, she was living our real-world fear: being trapped in someone else’s narrow, stultifying definition of femininity and motherhood. 

Then we watched Katara go through an incredible journey of self-determination and empowerment. Katara goes from being a powerless, fearful victim to being a protector, healer, advocate, and liberator to others who can’t do those things for themselves (a much truer and more fulfilling definition of nurturing and motherhood). It’s necessary in Katara’s growth cycle that she does this for others first because that is the realm she knows. She is given increasingly significant opportunities to speak up and fight on behalf of others, and that allows her to build those advocacy muscles gradually. But she still holds back her own emotional pain because everyone that she attempts to express such things to proves they either don't want to deal with it or they only want to manipulate her feelings for their own purposes. 

Katara continues to do much of the work we think of as traditionally maternal on behalf of her friends and family over the course of the story, but we do see that scale gradually shift. Sokka takes on more responsibility for managing the group’s supplies, and everyone helps around camp, but Katara continues to be the manager of everyone else’s emotions while simultaneously punching down her own. The scales finally seem to tip when Zuko joins the group. With Zuko, we see someone working alongside Katara doing the same tasks she is doing around camp for the first time. Zuko is also the only person who never expects anything of her and whose emotions she never has to manage because he’s actually more emotionally stable and mature than she is by that point. And then, Katara’s arc culminates in her finally getting the chance to fully seize her power, rewrite the story of the traumatic event that cast her into the role of parentified child, be her own protector, and freely express everything she’s kept locked away for the sake of letting everyone else feel comfortable around her. Then she fights alongside an equal partner she knows she can trust and depend on through the story's climax. And for the first time since her mother’s death, the girl who gives and gives and gives while getting nothing back watches someone sacrifice everything for her. But this time, she’s able to change the ending because her power is fully realized. The cycle was officially broken.

Katara’s character arc was catharsis at every step. If Katara could break the mold and recreate the ideas of womanhood and motherhood in her own image, so could we. We could be powerful. We could care for ourselves AND others when they need us—instead of caring for everyone all the time at our own expense. We could have balanced partnerships with give and take going both ways (“Tui and La, push and pull”), rather than the, “I give, they take,” model we were conditioned to expect. We could fight for and determine our own destiny—after all, wasn’t destiny a core theme of the story?

Yes. Destiny was the theme. But the lesson was that Katara didn’t get to determine hers. 

After Katara achieves her victory and completes her arc, the narrative steps in and smacks her back down to where she started. For reasons that are never explained or justified, Katara rewards the hero by giving into his romantic advances even though he has invalidated her emotions, violated her boundaries, lashed out at her for slights against him she never committed, idealized a false idol of her then browbeat her when she deviated from his narrative, and forced her to carry his emotions and put herself in danger when he willingly fails to control himself—even though he never apologizes, never learns his lesson, and never shows any inclination to do better. 

And do better he does not.

The more we dared to voice our own opinions on a character that was clearly meant to represent us, the more Mike and Bryan punished Katara for it.

Throughout the comics, Katara makes herself smaller and smaller and forfeits all rights to personal actualization and satisfaction in her relationship. She punches her feelings down when her partner neglects her and cries alone as he shows more affection and concern for literally every other girl’s feelings than hers. She becomes cowed by his outbursts and threats of violence. Instead of rising with the moon or resting in the warmth of the sun, she learns to stay in his shadow. She gives up her silly childish dreams of rebuilding her own dying culture’s traditions and advocating for other oppressed groups so that she can fulfill his wishes to rebuild his culture instead—by being his babymaker. Katara gave up everything she cared about and everything she fought to become for the whims of a man-child who never saw her as a person, only a possession.

Then, in her old age, we get to watch the fallout of his neglect—both toward her and her children who did not meet his expectations. By that point, the girl who would never turn her back on anyone who needed her was too far gone to even advocate for her own children in her own home. And even after he’s gone, Katara never dares to define herself again. She remains, for the next twenty-plus years of her life, nothing more than her husband's grieving widow. She was never recognized for her accomplishments, the battles she won, or the people she liberated. Even her own children and grandchildren have all but forgotten her. She ends her story exactly where it began: trapped in someone else’s narrow, stultifying definition of femininity and motherhood.

The story’s theme was destiny, remember? But this story’s target audience was little boys. Zuko gets to determine his own destiny as long as he works hard and earns it. Aang gets his destiny no matter what he does or doesn’t do to earn it. And Katara cannot change the destiny she was assigned by gender at birth, no matter how hard she fights for it or how many times over she earns it. 

Katara is Winston Smith, and the year is 1984. It doesn’t matter how hard you fight or what you accomplish, little girl. Big Brother is too big, too strong, and too powerful. You will never escape. You will never be free. Your victories are meaningless. So stay in your place, do what you’re told, and cry quietly so your tears don’t bother people who matter.

I will never get over it. Because I am Katara. And so are my friends, sisters, daughters, and nieces. But I am not content to live in Bryke's world.

I will never turn my back on people who need me. Including me.

[heart-of-the-morningstar]

Lucifer x Reader - It's Been A While... (NSFW)

Based on @the-other-soup's post from a little bit ago ;3

Lucifer's been alone from quiet some time now, ever since his wife left years ago

He's never found anyone else to share his life with after that

That is, of course, until you came along

You never intended to fall in love with the King of Hell, but his goofy charm and profound silliness enchanted you

Things were slow to start, it took him a few months to ask if he could hold your hand

You didn't mind though, you thought it was adorable; the most powerful being in the realm became a flustered mess around you

After things became more serious, however, it was you that brought up the possibility of being more intimate

Lucifer was somehow very eager and very hesitant at the same time; as though he wanted nothing more than to be with you physically but something was holding him back

You told him it didn't have to be today, or next week, hell, it didn't even have to be this year!

You only wanted to have a discussion and didn't want to pressure him at all; he was very appreciative

One night, a soft make out session on his bed developed into something deeper

Your eyes couldn't help but notice the bulge that was forming in Lucifer's pants

"Maybe we should stop," you suggested, gesturing below his belt

Lucifer looked down, his eyes wide. "O-Oh! Oh golly...sorry about that..."

"Lucifer, you don't have to apologize for being turned on!"

"I know," he sighed, "I just...I feel like I'm forcing you to wait for me. You've been so patient and I can't tell you how much that means to me, but..."

You smile and plant a kiss on his tinted cheek. "It's alright, I understand. You know I'd never force you into anything you weren't ready for. I'm perfectly fine waiting for-"

"I want you to touch me." Lucifer cut you off unexpectantly. "I-I mean, if you would like to! I don't want you to if you don't want to! I just...God, what's wrong with me?!"

You sat there stunned for a moment before taking a hold of Lucifer's hand. "Luci, please don't force yourself into this. If you're not comfortable with-"

"I promise I'm not forcing myself into wanting this, wanting you. God, I've wanted you for so long now...I'm tired of being afraid." He leaned in to kiss you tenderly before pulling away. "Please..."

You leaned your forehead against his. "Are you sure?"

"I am."

Slowly, your hands traveled south on his body, making quick work of his belt and shuffling his pants down to his ankles.

His bulge looked even more impressive pressing against his boxers; you had to hold back a smirk when you saw the spot of precum that already leaked through the material

You pushed his boxers down and freed his thick shaft, gasping at his size and trying to keep yourself from drooling

"I'll go slow, okay?" you reassured him. "If you want me to stop, please tell me. Promise?"

"I promise," he murmured.

The poor man could barely look you in the eyes, but it was adorable how nervous he seemed to be

Tentatively you gripped the base of his cock which you could barely wrap your hand fully around and began to stroke him gently

God, the sounds that left the angel’s mouth were immaculate; soft mewls and choked back moans

You wanted him so fucking bad

But you promised you would go slow, and that’s exactly what you planned to do

You kissed him softly, swallowing every noise he made

Only about a minutes passed before Lucifer started to tremble under your touch, his breathing beyond labored

He was a goner

“S-Shit…love, I…oh, God…oh no…no no no no, FFFFUUUUCK!”

Without so much as a warning, Lucifer came hard into your hand, unable to keep himself from bucking into you

His cum spilled passed your fingers and dripped onto the bedsheets below

“Oh…” you whispered to yourself

“Fuck…FUCK! I’m so so sorry! I didn’t think I would…oh my God…it’s been so long since someone else has…this is a disaster!”

You couldn’t hold back the giggle that left your throat

Lucifer blushed hard and hid his burning face in his hands

“No, no, Lucifer it’s alright!” you tried to comfort him. “I’m not laughing at you, I swear I’m not. I don’t care that you finished so quickly! If anything, I’m flattered! Please don’t be embarrassed.”

You brought your hand to your face, making sure he watched you lick up the mess he had made

That gesture alone made the man whimper

“Did it feel good?” you asked, wiping the remaining remnants of his cum from your lips

“Good? Sweetie, that felt incredible…I’m sorry again. Can I at least make it up to you?”

You blushed at the thought of his proposal. “Lucifer, that’s very thoughtful of you, b-but you don’t have to-”

You don’t know how you ended up laying flat on the bedsheets with Lucifer hovering over you, but you were

And you didn’t want to be anywhere else

“Do you think it’s fair that I get to cum and you don’t?” he asked. “No, no, that’s not going to work for me.”

He shifted himself down, his face planted firmly between your clothes sex

“With your permission, darling.~”

Lucifer spent the next hour bringing you endless pleasure with his fingers and tongue alone

You now knew it was possible for you to cum 7 times within the span on 60 minutes

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

Charlie: "Dad. Don't freak out now. But it turns out my girlfriend is...."

Lucifer: "? Lesbian, yes?"

Charlie: "...an angel."

Lucifer: "Oh I KNOW she is Char-char! Just look at her!"

Charlie: "You whuh?"

Vaggie: "It's- it's not that obvious! ...is it?"

Lucifer: "Aww Maggie, anyone who's known you for two minutes could see that you're just the sweetest most angelic girlfriend."

Charlie: "Oh noo..."

Vaggie: "Uhhh. How, sir?"

Lucifer: "Why, the way you look at Charlie! All soft and gooey! Like caramel melting on an apple!"

Vaggie: "Oh."

Charlie: "No dad I didn't mean 'angel' as in she's sweet like an angel or pretty like angel- I mean! She IS pretty! The most pretty!! Gorgeous, stunning-"

Vaggie: "Getting off topic babe."

Charlie: "We mean it literally. Dad, Vaggie's an angel. Vaggie?"

Vaggie: (wings go floomf)

Lucifer: ".........."

Lucifer: "...."

Lucifer: "Oh." (tears up) "Wowzer."

Vaggie: (PANIC) "Shit oh shit, Charlie- Charlie I made your dad cry-"

Charlie: "H-happy tears, right dad!? Happy tears!"

Lucifer: "Oh, yes. It's only. Standing like that. You two, you look a lot like..." (clears throat) "Golly!"

Charlie: "We look at lot like...?"

Lucifer: "A whoooole lot of happy! Just. Wow! HA!"

Vaggie: "Are you okay sir?"

Lucifer: "Am I okay- are YOU okay??? How did you get down here, Maggie! And without anyone telling me! I would've LOVED to have helped- errr ah well, or at LEAST given you a place to crash- oh GOSH not the best word choice is that ha ha oops! Um!"

Vaggie: "It's alright sir. Charlie kinda... took care of all that. And, me."

Charlie: "She was Exorcist. She is NOT like that anymore. She left them all on her own, and they- they just left her here."

Lucifer: "An Exorcist? One of Lilith's ex's scary vengeance ladies?"

Charlie: "Dad-"

Lucifer: "OHHHH THAT IS HILARIOUS- oh Lili would LOVE this- did you leave him too? The-"

Vaggie: "First dick? Yeah."

Lucifer: "HIGH FIVE! Ooh ooh AND DOWN LOW! Oh haha, I haven't done that part since Charlie was still my size!!!"

Charlie: "Daaaaad..."

Lucifer: "So you left Adam like Lili did and you're dating a demon like I was and you're and angel like me and- oh do you. Do you miss heaven? Are you, trying to get back...?"

Vaggie: "No. I like it here."

Lucifer: "Preferring and happier in hell, another point like Lili! But why?"

Charlie: "She didn't exactly have the best time up in heaven."

Vaggie: "No shit. You weren't up there."

Charlie: "Vaggieeee."

Lucifer: "Youuuuu're looking at her all melty and sweet again~"

Vaggie: "Anyway sir, we just wanted you to know."

Lucifer: "Well gee whiz I sure hope you kids didn't stress over tell me! This is PERFECT!"

Charlie: "It is?"

Lucifer: "Of course it is! Maggie." (takes Vaggie by the shoulders) "Do you know what all of this means?"

Vaggie: "...that i can... keep dating... your daughter..?"

Charlie: "Vaggie of course you c-"

Lucifer: "YOU WERE DESTINED TO BE MY DAUGHTER-IN-LAW!" (hugs her) "You're like a perfect mix of me and Lili! It's like creation made someone specially to understand our daughter- and it's YOU! Charlie's matching other half, her soulmate- exactly the right wife for her!"

Vaggie: "Your- wait- HER-?"

Demon Charlie: "DAAAAAAAAAAAAD!!!!!"

Lucifer: "Two beautiful brides!" (sniffles) (pulls charlie into the hug and cracks them both like glow sticks) "So! When's the wedding!?"

[dodger432101]

Uneasy Introduction - Lux Imperator/Mr Ring-A-Ding x Reader Part 6

[Phew. This part did not want to be written. Between fighting the cold I got and some form of writer's block this has taken longer than I wanted. But I have persevered and am feeling bettter! Hopefully the rest of this little story will flow better. Anyway, enjoy!]

Saturday. 5:30am. Your nerves wake you up early, blinking groggily at the dim lights of the projector room. Weird, they're usually brighter. Lux must've messed with them. But that's not a problem right now. For the first time in 5 days, someone other than you, Mr Pye and the God of Light was going to be in Palazzo. You really hope he doesn't upset Lux, there were already 15 trapped souls in the building. As curious as you were as to how they ended up in film, you didn't actually want to see a 16th get added to the film strip. Even if you hated him. 

You try to sit up but a weight on your chest keeps you down. No, it's not the guilt of wanting to see your co-worker die to your God lover. It is your God lover himself. Lux is curled up on top of you, deep asleep, a triplet of Zs floating animatedly above his head. In the quiet of the room you can hear his breathing. Is he going “honk shoo” in his sleep? He is. He's mumbling “honk shoo” under his breath. Is he actually asleep or just pretending? 

Deciding to test this, you gently cradle the small God as you shuffle to the edge of the mattress. Once you're there, you carefully roll to your side, slowly depositing Lux onto the bed while you slide off. Seems he's really asleep, he didn't even stirr from the movement. Now out of bed, you use the gained space to stretch your limbs. 

Your co-worker wouldn't be here until 8, 8:30 if he was still the late runner he was before. Seeing as he was still a terrible flirt you wouldn't be surprised if his lateness hadn't changed either. You're already up, though, you might as well start getting ready. 

You'd slept in a T-shirt and shorts you'd bought on your trip out. Luckily, your work clothes were still in here. Lux had put them to the side, neatly folded. You take a glance behind you at the sleeping God before you undress. Even though he's seen just about every inch of skin on you, you still feel that need for privacy while you change. Out of your sleepwear, you start with your bottom half. Underwear and pants on. You sit on the nearby chair to put your socks and shoes on, no point flamingo-ing it and potentially going over. Lux would laugh at you, you just know it. Top half next. You're just clipping a bra on when you hear a wolf whistle behind your back. 

Lux has awoken. He's sat up just enough to watch you, his head resting on one hand. His eyes are half lidded, a tired but naughty expression on his face. “Well, well. It's a damn good morning for me.” His voice is deeper, scratchy from sleep. Gosh, that really shouldn't warm you up as much as it does. You giggle as he yawns, little legs stretching. “Don't stop on my account, angel.” The God of Light tiredly winks at you, eyebrows wiggling as he smirks. 

“Lux. I'm getting dressed, you silly cartoon.” As you turn to pick up your work shirt you hear a dramatic whine behind you. 

“No patty-cake before work, sunshine? I could do with the energy boost.” His voice is even deeper, seemingly trying to tempt you over. You roll your eyes endearingly before you pull your shirt on, keeping your head turned to watch his reaction. Lux deflates, eyes big and sparkly as he tries his puppy eyes on you. Deciding to be nice, you stand and turn to face your God while you button up the shirt. He stares right at your chest while whistling again and panting like a dog, tongue out and all, making you laugh at the extremely cartoonish display. Once it's buttoned up fully, Lux looks up to your eyes. He has a loving gaze in his. “Golly gee, pretty lady. I'm definitely gonna have you on this bed tonight. Right after that other little cleaner leaves, I'll have you screaming loud enough for him to hear as he walks home.” 

Well, it's good to know he can still make you blush. You walk over to the smug little toon, picking him up and slinging his small body over your shoulder before you make your way to the kitchen to get breakfast, a giggling wriggling Lux in your arms. While you cook, Lux reads the pamphlet on Miami you'd gotten him yesterday, sitting on the counter near you. At times he points at the paper and asks about certain things or places, listening intently to your response before nodding and sticking his pig nose back into the pamphlet. It seems he knows the concepts of things but no real knowledge of them or what they look like. Maybe that's why he was unaware of sex; he knew the basics of what was required for reproduction but had no idea of the process that brought them together. Just about everything around him must be new to him. 

You end up just making pancakes and frying the remaining eggs of that packet. Adding some fruit onto the plate perks it up a bit, at least. Lux couldn't care less, immediately shoving half a pancake into his mouth. You eat your eggs first just to get them out of the way before you go for the nicer stuff. Halfway through your meal, the sound of someone entering the building in a rush echoes quietly. Your God doesn't even get the chance to tell you who it is before Mr Pye rushes in, quite out of breath. “Sir? What's wrong?” You go over to him straight away, concerned for your boss.

“Nobody's going to come in today or tomorrow. Why didn't we think about this before? Oh, why did I say it was today’s problem? Now it's today and he's going to be suspicious about everything.” Shit. Of course, you’re the most recent -and only- person to come in since Lux appeared and 15 people went missing. “Damn it, does he not know about the missing people?! Surely people have been talking about it by now, it's been 6 days! What do we tell him if he asks? What if he sees..” Reginald takes a few deep breaths, a hand on his forehead. Seems your boss has been stressing about this since he woke up. Though what could you tell him? There was the excuse of maintenance being needed on the machines, something could’ve broken. That’s not too suspicious, right? Mr Pye had more knowledge on them than you or your coworker, he could easily make something up that required the picture house to be shut both days. Your biggest concern was still Lux. How would you ever explain the living cartoon in the building? And that’s leaving out the fact he’s a God. 

“Gosh you humans do worry a lot! It’ll be fine! Come on sunshine, finish this plate before I do. I’m sure Mr Reginald Pye will figure out some way to trick this coworker of yours.” Speak of the devil. Lux is now holding your plate, a piece of fruit in his free hand. The pamphlet he was reading is.. Nowhere to be seen. Actually, when had he picked it up in the first place? You’d left it on the table, and Lux had never gotten up. The movement of a plate being shaken at you snaps you out of your thoughts. “Angel. It’ll be ok. I promised not to trap him, heck, if he gets annoying I’ll just chase him off! It’s surprising how scared humans get of this little toon body!” The carefree giggle of the God of Light calms your nerves. Right, what was there to worry about when you literally had a God on your side? While you finish off your breakfast, Mr Pye goes to find something that could be “broken” to explain the lack of visitors today. You take the plate off Lux, petting between his antennae before you go to put it in the sink. It’s only 6 now. There was plenty of time to prepare. 

By 6:30, Mr Pye has set up one of the projectors to appear as if it is malfunctioning. He tries to explain it to you and Lux but as you both give him blank stares he sighs. Simply put, playing a film through this was a fire hazard. That made a bit of sense to you, you knew just how easily these film strips would go up in flames from your time working in Palazzo alone. Mr Pye had been strict about matches and smoking for this reason, firing more than a few rule breaking employees. Though you knew he himself smoked, the smell and the state of his fingers gave it away. “Well, if you don’t understand the technicalities my dear, your dull-as-bricks coworker won’t in a hundred years..” You snort at your boss’ dig at his own employee. He wasn’t wrong, though. That poor guy had to be shown, step by step, how to use the popcorn machines. After the 5th attempt failed, it’s safe to say Mr Pye offered the cleaning role to him for everyone’s safety. Speaking of popcorn, Lux has a bag of it in his hands. That look on his face is awfully mischievous..

“This cleaner guy’s gonna need something to clean up!” The little God runs off into a different theatre before you can grab him, laughing away as you chase him up the steps and around the rows of seats. There’s probably more of a mess being made than if you weren’t running after Lux, but you’re locked onto your target now and there’s no way you’re giving up. Eventually the toon trips on the steps, an array of slapstick sound effects playing as he bounces down to the bottom, landing face first. The popcorn from his bag has successfully been spread around the room. When Lux doesn’t move for about 10 seconds you -more carefully than he did- get down the stairs to check on him. 

Just as you kneel down and put a hand on his shoulder to roll him onto his side, the God of Light jumps up onto you and knocks you down. He growls playfully as he straddles your middle, your hands locked together as you wrestle. His toon strength wins in the end and he pins you down, chuckling along with you as you still try to push him off, to no avail. You finally give in, breathing heavy, hands pinned besides your head as you stare up at Lux. The playfulness is gone, he’s looking at you with the same expression as when you were done getting dressed earlier. He slides up so he’s hovering just below your chest before he leans down, his head right above yours. His eyes flick down to your lips, smirking as he looks back to your eyes, an eyebrow raised. You try to lean up to close the gap but Lux keeps you pinned. The God above you chuckles before leaning down the rest of the way for you, meeting your lips in a soft kiss. He lets go of one hand to cup the back of your neck, running his fingers through the hair he can reach. The feeling of him tugging gently at the roots makes you hum, raising your free hand to give him a taste of his own medicine. His reaction is stronger, a full moan opening his mouth and allowing your tongue entrance. Lux shivers as you lick at the walls of his mouth, the hand on your neck moving to the floor to stabilise himself. He frees your other hand to pull the hair on the back of your head just enough to have it on the floor. Before you can react Lux breaks the kiss and sits up hastily, nearly ripping off his coat and vest. He throws them to the side and leans back down to kiss you again, one hand on the side of your neck while the other runs through your hair. As you lift your hands to undo his bowtie and start unbuttoning his shirt, you feel him chuckle against your lips. Your God breaks the kiss to mouth at your neck, his teeth scraping lightly over your skin. “Atta girl, sunshine. You know just what I want.” 

You’re halfway down his shirt when the sound of a door opening and closing makes the both of you jump. No, no way. He can’t be here that early. He’s always late! Lux growls against your neck quietly, though it’s far different from the sound he made at you during your wrestling. It’s deeper in his throat, the growl of a frustrated God that was interrupted during his time with his angel. He quickly dips down to your neck, teeth pinching at a bit of skin near the front, sucking at it with enough force to make you whine. “Lux, we don't have time now.” With a grumble the God lets you go. Once he's gotten himself off of you he gives you a hand up before going to retrieve the clothes he threw to the side. 

As he redresses Lux turns to you and winks. “Guess we gotta play our roles for now angel. Don't worry, I'll behave.” He tips his hat to you before scampering on up to the projector room. Hopefully he just stays out of sight. That would leave something for you and Mr Pye to not have to come up with an excuse for. You fix up your clothes and hair before you head off to greet your co-worker (as much as you didn't want to). 

Thankfully Mr Pye had intercepted him before he found you, you're able to sneak past them and grab your cleaning equipment. You're not so lucky on the way back, only your quick reflexes stopping you from colliding with the man you've been trying to avoid. “Oh! Good morning pretty dolly! Give those here, let me do the sweepin��.” Your co-worker puffs his chest up before he takes your pan and broom, walking off into a random theatre. Well. That's nice, less work for you. While he does your job, you go to see if Mr Pye needs help with anything.

You're back on film strip dusting duty. When you give your boss an unamused look, he just smiles. “Would you rather be out there with your best buddy?” Your huff gets you a chuckle and a pat on the back. “I am sorry, my dear. I'd have a talk with him if I had any grounds to. Shame he keeps his flirting for when he's alone with you.” To be fair, your words on their own weren't enough to get him into trouble. Sadly you were a woman in the 50s. Besides, he still had that air of malice to him that jump started your heart rate around him. Maybe it'd be best to not give him a reason to be angry. You're interrupted from your thinking as Mr Pye begins whistling, his back facing you as he stands by the “broken” projector. He's doing a pretty bad impression of examining it, seems that acting wasn't one of your boss’ specialties. 

The both of you turn quickly to the sound of your co-worker dashing in. “I'm sorry sir but- well you see.. gosh I don't know what's happening.” You immediately tense, fearing he'd seen Lux. “Something, someone.. keeps throwing stuff at me. I've checked every room, I can't find anyone but I swear.. popcorn, chocolates, heck an empty cardboard box came flying at me one time!” He's paler than when he came in, breathing heavily. As much as you want to laugh, it's clear the God of Light’s pranks are really freaking him out. Mr Pye looks between you and the other man. 

“I see.. well, we haven't heard anyone from in here.” You shake your head in agreement. “Let's all go have a look. If there is someone in the picture house it'll be better to be together.” The three of you go to the theatre where the popcorn attacks had happened. Of course nothing is thrown now there's more people in the room. As you pretend to search the rows of seats, the echoes of.. tap dancing? Jump around the room, making your co-worker look around wildly. 

“Nevermind your broken projector Mr Pye, this place is haunted!” He's now holding the broom to his body like it'll protect him, eyes scanning the room. You share a look with your boss. He's trying his best not to laugh. That doesn't help you, you have to put a hand to your mouth and turn away. While your co-worker is looking at the curtains over the screen, you spy movement in the projector room before a wrapped up piece of chocolate comes flying out to hit the scared man on the back of his head. He lets out a quick high pitched yelp at the contact and whips around. “See, see?! Haunted! Something’s set on tormenting me! Well, I'm not about to let it win.” Before either you or your boss can stop him, he runs up towards the projector room. As he rounds the corner to get to the door, Lux hops over the gap the projector light shines through into the theatre, posing and winking to you before dashing out of the room with his signature giggle. 

Mr Pye gestures with his thumb after the fleeing God. “You might as well join him. Keeps you away from the “haunted” guy.” As he leaves the room, you go after Lux, leaving your co-worker by himself in the theatre. He looks out of the projector room to watch you, his eyes lighting up as he sees you go a different way from Mr Pye. You were alone, or so he thought. 

You find Lux in your personal theatre, still giggling away to himself. “‘It’s haunted, it's haunted!’” His voice goes multiple octaves higher to mock your co-worker, making the both of you laugh. “Oh, this is so much fun toots! I can't wait for tomorrow, I gotta think of some more pranks to pull on this rascal!” At the sound of said rascal you quickly shoo Lux to hide somewhere, watching the little God jump behind a row of seats before you turn to -as you dreadfully thought- your co-worker. 

“Hey, whatcha doing in here by yourself dolly? Ain't you worried about this.. ghost?” ..Dolly? He called you dolly too? Lux peeks over the seat, glaring daggers at the man. Who does he think he is, sweet talking his angel? 

“Oh! I, uh, heard laughing in here. Thought maybe.. there were kids playing some pranks on you.” You can't help but back up as he approaches you. His steps get longer so he can get to you quicker, a sickening little smirk on his face. Though once he's close enough that smile quickly drops. 

He looks down at your throat, right where Lux had been sucking on the skin earlier. “Who.. who did that to you?” Confused, you run a hand over where he's looking. You don't feel anything, so you furrow your eyebrows at him. 

“Who did what?” 

“That.. mark on your neck. Looks like a hickey. Who did it?” Your face scrunches up at his accusatory tone. It felt like your dad was lecturing you. Or.. a jealous boyfriend. Yuck. 

Covering up the mark with your hand, you glare at him. Unaware of the increasingly angry God doing the same thing not far away. “It's none of your business who did it. I'm not yours.” You feel eyes on you at that. A smile flickers on Lux’s face. That's right, you're his. Not that man's. 

Your coworker isn't as happy about that. He huffs, turning his head to look out into the hallway before closing in on you again. You're stopped by an annoying wall, sliding along it towards the stage as the man keeps following after you. “Then whose are you, hm? I know you haven't been out, haven't seen you in town until yesterday. Who have you been with? Who could you possibly have been with?” 

“How the hell do you know where I've been? You fucking creep, have you been stalking me?!” You're against another wall, your coworker's back to Lux. As the man doesn't answer and only walks towards you, a deep, dark growl erupts from the seats. He whips around towards the sound, freezing at the sight before him. 

Lux crawls over the seats towards the both of you, eyes glowing gold as he stares right at your co-worker. He's not even bothering with the Mr Ring-A-Ding disguise. Just a pure angry God. “Ya think it's funny, scaring a girl while she's alone, huh?” When Lux steps up onto the stage you finally realise. He's taller. The once under 3ft cartoon is now at 4ft easily as he approaches the man who's pissed him off. “Well mister, perhaps you need a bit more scarin’. Tossin’ popcorn at your head wasn't enough, evidently.” Lux has him walking away from you, backing up the now shaking man towards the entrance to the theatre. 

“I.. I'm coming back. Tomorrow. I'll get you out of here.” Your co-worker points to you. “Get you away from this.. thing.” Before either you or Lux can react, he seems to decide he'll do it today and pushes Lux into the theatre’s seats to get to you, grabbing your wrist and dragging you. As much as you try to pull your wrist free, even bashing his hand with your unoccupied one you can't seem to shake his grip. Your God gives chase after recovering, growling all the way as he struggles to get used to his taller form, at times on all fours to try and catch up. The lights flicker brighter and dimmer as you run past them, looking desperately for anything to get this mad man off of you. You're nearing the entrance to the building, sunlight beaming in through the glass. Lux slides to a stop at the sight of it, panic rising to his face. He can't get to you. As a last effort, strips of film fly past him to reach for you. Your co-worker drags you in front of him and pushes you out the door, out of the film’s reach. The little God has to watch helplessly as you're pulled away from Palazzo, a hand still reaching out like you'll materialise next to him if he tries hard enough. He stands there until you're out of sight, his body shaking with an array of emotions before he crumples to the floor.

Your co-worker drags you all the way to your house. “What the fuck is wrong with you?!” As he stops in front of your door, you get the opportunity to punch him right in the nose with your free hand. God you'd wanted to do that for so long. As he's busy whimpering in pain and clutching his -hopefully- broken nose, you're free to fish around your pockets for your house key. Thankfully you'd put it in these pockets or you'd somehow have to get back to Palazzo with this guy on your tail. There was the option of going to your coworker's house but at the moment you'd rather sleep outside on the street than be with him. 

He looks up at the sound of you opening your door. “Gosh, I'm sorry for saving you from that.. thing! Did you not hear it growling? It could've killed us!” The man tries to walk into your house but you quickly kick him in the stomach, keeping him outside. 

“At what point did I ask to be saved?! I think you'll find that ‘thing’ was growling because you're a fucking weirdo! How did you know I hadn't been out? You been checking my house, keeping an eye out for me while you're in town? Don't answer, I don't care at this point. Just know, if I see you again, I will take you back to that picture house and personally fucking feed you to that ‘thing’!” At that, you slam the door in his face and quickly lock it. With a heavy sigh you walk further into your house, checking the clock as you make your way to the kitchen. God, it was only 1. You take a quick peek out the window. He's still there. He's going to camp outside your house, isn't he? Another sigh leaves your body as you make your way upstairs. It might not even be the evening but today has worn you out. As you settle on your bed, your thoughts turn to Lux. Hopefully he's doing alright with your absence.

Lux is, in fact, doing anything but alright. He's moved from the entrance of Palazzo, now hiding in your projector room as he thinks of a way to get you back from that pest. Mr Pye was an option, though older. Not as fast, probably wouldn't keep up if the man dragged you away again. Maybe.. if he can just find something to lure that guy back, he could trap him in here. Make him pay. His frantic brainstorming is interrupted by Mr Pye gently knocking on the door. “Um, Lux, sir.. where’s our cleaner?” His question is met with an otherworldly growl. 

“Gone, Mr Reginald Pye, she's fucking gone! That.. that maniac dragged her out of the building!” Lux runs a hand over his antennae, trying his hardest not to take out his anger on the old caretaker. What was happening to you? Is he hurting you? Did he kidnap you? The God of Light clutches his head, still not used to all this worrying. 

Mr Pye is silent for a minute, before he reaches into his pocket. “I think that man will be back soon enough. I doubt he'd want to be without this.” Lux looks up at that. In the human's hand is a small black box. The toon looks unimpressed until Mr Pye opens it. Inside is a ring. Lux knew what it meant, he'd seen similar kinds in the films he'd watched. 

That man wanted to marry you. 

Your co-worker digs through every pocket he has on his work clothes, searching desperately. Shit, it must've fallen out as he ran out the building with you. Damn it, he'd saved up for more than a year for that thing! That was his one chance to get you to be his. Yeah, you'd turned down the rest of his advancements but what girl could resist a ring? There was always the chance it had been lost after he'd gotten out the building, he thinks, as he walks back the way he'd run with you while he checks the ground. Besides, that.. creature wasn't actually that scary. He was taller than it, in your coworker's mind that meant he could beat it. It's not long before he ends up back at Palazzo, no sign of the box. Guess it did fall out while he was in there. With a shrug, he opens the door and walks back in. As he checks the floor, he misses the sound of the lock clicking into place. Sealing him in. Sealing his fate.

[I'm sure he's fine. Don't worry about him, you'll go back to check on him next time! By the way.. you guys ever thought of using the film strips as bondage? I am >;)]

[rwby-encrusted-blog]

request for a comedy: upon seeing penny and jaune goof and guffaw it up in clown costumes weiss discovers shes not only into these dorks, but into clowns. This is... news. (this is just a funny headcannon i have, i think she likes them because they are fun colorfull and whimsical, in short, everything her childhood was not.)

Jaune: *In Full clown garb, doing a Goofy impression* Well H-Hey Kids! It's a Wonderful day, huh? Good Golly Gosh, I think the only thing that could make this better is some Pie!

Penny: *Also in a full clown Costume* A Pie? Like this One?

Jaune: A-Yup! A pie Like that one!

Penny: Well you can have it! *Throws it in his face*

Children: *Laughing*

Weiss: ...

Yang: Hey Weiss, you look like you could use some water! Cuz of how thirsty y-

Weiss: If you finish that joke I'm going to freeze you, and if I turn around and you spray me with soda water, I'm shaving you bald.

Yang: ...

Yang: *Hucks a Soda Water Sprayer into the horizon*

[hide-your-bugs-away]

Made this connection the other day, but why did it take me four entire years to realize that Eric was wearing The Green Shirt during Price to Play: August 12th, 1968 (with guest star Eric Burdon)??

The lack of a collar, the short row of buttons, the slightly darker complex of the shirt... This whole time, I was always bemoaning the fact that we never got to see Alan in photograph next to Eric in some of his more iconic "EB & The Animals" outfits... and it's been staring at me all this time. They are aesthetic complements always (and undeniable complements in many other ways as well)... now's a good time for a Dr Pepper.

[dereks-unrelenting-heart]

SFTH Chaotic Highlights (Too Big To Be A Jockey)

My 5th longform commentary :)

Classic stagecraft confusion with not knowing where exactly the horse is-

"It's not about the rider" "I'm pretty sure it's important" Sam could've said a lot more then (a la 'invading Spain through the East') but he clearly restrained himself this time

"You're a specialty" "I'm a specialty" "Yes" When instead of acknowledging it, they double down on their bullshit

"Ol' Johnny Jones, even though he's a tall guy" "He's 6'6"" They loved assigning roles to Tom early on huh

"Don't slap me in front of Thunderclap!" What is this, an abusive relationship with their child in the room?

Sam trying to fit the show title into the story also happened in a lot of earlier shows

"Get your hand off my horse's tits" One of my favorite Sam running jokes

Johnny Jones choosing the creepiest possible way of entering the scene, sneaking up and putting his hands on Jeremy's shoulders before letting himself be known to Franklin

"I'm saying if this man rides this horse too many more times, she's gonna split in half" You know, I am starting to feel bad for Thunderclap here

AMAZING CHOICE for Johnny Jones to just lift Thunderclap to move her

"Little man" "He is a little man" Absolutely shocking this bit wasn't directed at Luke for once

Johnny Jones being taller at 5 years old than he is now, nice one AJ

"Swallow the spit, don't waste it" I take back my previous statement, Tom was never safe from the spit jokes.. And this is a damn good one

"The one with the Irish Yorkshire-man" ".. I thought he was from London, personally" It's not a SFTH play without a bit of accent confusion

"And by golly he can win that competition!" "She" "She?" "Don't misgender the horse" Yeah Luke you fucking bigot /ref

"Ridiculous double names these poor people have isn't it? It's just the same name twice!" "They couldn't afford another one" Luke and Sam's rich person humor vs Tom's reference to improv comedy not being a great financial choice in OMGITAJ

"He's lost all of his races" Hey Johnny Jones, it wasn't just your height and weight before, we definitely were questioning your legitimacy as a jockey

I know this wasn't the implication from the 'not standing next to an object' thing, but I just imagine Johnny Jones sending a job application with a photo of himself in front of one of those school photoshoot backgrounds that's either a pure black void or a random mix of colors

Sam fully losing it from his own dumb 'wrong station' joke is so great

"I go home to inform him of the horses" I imagine those conversations are incredible "Daddy daddy daddy, the horses!" "Yes son, the horses are still there" "And Thunderclap, is she okay?" "Yes son, she's fine" "Are you sure? Johnny Jones isn't curving her spine into the shape of a horseshoe?" "... Thunderclap is as fine as she usually is"

"Creepy.." "Get you mind out of the gutter, I said my annex!" You can blame the fake alcohol all you want, but what you were thinking was a little more than just 'creepy'

Sam blatantly setting up for the kid to be the jockey, only to act baffled by the idea when Luke finally suggests it

"But, sir-" "w h a t" "... Good idea-" The death glare I know Luke gave him in that moment was deserved

"Ice?" "Come on, sir. You're meant to be upper class" Coming from someone who is both below the legal drinking age and is very much NOT a part of the upper class, let the man have some ice-

"My presence bestows upon you a great many blessings" Wrong direction, but sure close enough

"We are family, even though we look nothing alike" This is one of the only times in sfth history where that's an incorrect statement

AJ: *gets on his knees and kisses Tom's knuckles* Tom: *surprised at the mafia route his character went in*

"The horses do not like it when you cry.. I do though" Cantuccini and his nephew are both freaks huh

Oh boy it's time for my favorite scene

"I'm to be your new jockey!" *literally points and laughs*

Sam urging once again to move the plot along

"I'm here to ride horses and take names" Best line, specifically because it's coming from a 5 year old whose voice sounds like Sam inhaled helium

My reaction to AJ going from 0-100 by getting out a gun is perfectly summarized in Sam's subsequent "what thE FUCK"

"I changed my mind :(" Sam really has a knack for taking up animals roles and ultimately regretting his choices (ie. Mario the Sheep)

"What is this tiny fucking runt of a pony?" Luke, 10 seconds before playing the role of 'small blonde dog':

Luke, the most fabulous blonde horse/dog I ever did see

I like how while AJ and Tom are talking here, Sam and Luke are having their own telepathic conversation of just "Was I not.. supposed to be here? Did I fuck up?" "Idfk man, just let them sort this shit out"

I was gonna say that when it cuts to him riding Thunderclap, Sam is the perfect embodiment of the :D emoji, but turns out the official subtitles beat me to it

Anyway, this kid is so happy to be riding a horse, I sure hope nothing happens to him! *cut to Johnny Jones running towards him at record speed* oh no!

"I'm so terribly sorry about your son, Gavin" Oh my god he's dead "He's been trampled to death by Johnny Jones" HE WHAT

Luke: "Did he have a brother?" Gavin, sweating: "No."

Poor Gavin's gonna lose both of his sons in one terrible work week

"What is the exact nature of the land I own?" When Luke realizes he doesn't know what's going on and desperately tries to stay in character while asking about it

"What do you farm?" ".. Peasants?" Insane response, I love when Luke plays a morally questionable/evil rich guy

I'd comment on their back-and-forth about farming, but I know no more than Luke does about the subject so I'm just gonna 🤐

Realizing I don't know Luke's character's name here or if he was given one, so I'm gonna call him Sir since that's what Gavin's said about a million times

So 'Sir' is very insistent on potentially killing another kid, leaving Gavin sad and childless

This scene is a good second place the the first child one

Bro knows exactly what he's getting into and he is not thrilled at all

"Hullo.." *long pause* *gets gun* "..Look I've had a shit week alright, can we not do this right now-"

What A Twist #2

"The butler" "No" "The land owner" The farm owner, or farmer, one might say

"So it's you who's been sending children to my stables" Yeah and it's you who's been threatening them at gunpoint for some fucked up reason

"Look how high he can lift you with his hands" "I've got a gun" Well there goes Johnny Jones' murder plans

Tom coming in with the ultimate plot twist

I actually thing this is the only time they do a costume related switch up where they can't either continue being themselves (Bubba from Inside The Mysterious Cube) or have the actors swap out (Jelly Jeremiah, also from Inside The Mysterious Cube), so it's just extra confusing

AJ and Sam's opposite reactions to the turn of events, AJ telling him to quit it and Sam immediately wanting to hear Tom attempt to explain how the fuck this is possible. I'm team Sam 100%

I also have no idea who supposedly slapped AJ there, but that's one way to leave a scene ig

Not sure what's more fucked up, the fact the kid was alive the whole time and he didn't tell anyone so his family mourned him, or the fact to stay hidden he made a MEAT SUIT OUT OF THE DEAD GUY... Probably the latter but you know, food for thought

"You leave my family alone!" "Or else what? Oh right, the broken hand-" Tom would never forget such an important detail in his stagecraft *cough*Unrelenting Aubergine*cough* smh

"We're gonna ride the horse together" "But we weight too much together" I thought you were each basically 80% helium tf is this about

Luke's Small Blonde Dog/Horse returns!

"And they said I was too big to be a jockey" Love whenever Sam does this, as mentioned earlier, but I especially love that in this case it doesn't make any sense for the character-

Final Thoughts: We'll never know what Sam was gonna say before Luke called scene at the end..

[dallasgallant]

Time period post: General slang

Im going to keep my time period posts going, and since I pulled my “tough slang” up out of the depths of my blog I thought I’d also do a quick guide for more general 1960s slang that’s not greaser/JD specific.

Quick note:

There was also a greater use of expressions or sayings than we use today. Same goes for sarcasm, yes it still gets used but there’s a slight difference. People have always cursed even if it wasn’t the social norm/polite issue— so there was a a lot of creativity in insults, being rude or telling someone off.

This is just sort of a “quick guide” there is a lot out there and I recommend looking into more if you’re interested. Some sites repeat a lot of stuff but it’s neat to go digging

Amped : maximum, excited

“Around the bend” : crazy or strange

“Ate it” : wounded/got hurt

Babe: attractive young woman or form of address

Back off : leave alone

Bad scene: unpleasant place or event

Bag: steal or deal/problem

Bail: leave

Ball: Sex [Certain context]

“Beats Me” : I don’t know

“Beat it” : leave quick/ get out

Blast: good time

Big deal:

Bitchin’ : good or great

Bod: body

Blotto: extremely drunk

Boss: cool / great

Book: leave fast

Bomb around: drive around (usually speeding)

Brew: alcohol/beer

Broad : Female

Bum around: go around with no particular purpose

Bum[Verb] : borrow (ex. Bum a cigarette)

Bummer : disappointment

Cancer stick: cigarettes

Cat: guy/ person (presumably cool)

“Check out” :

Chick: female

Chicken: coward ; game of bluff usually played with cars (chicken run)

Chicken shit: Coward

Chill/chill out : calm down

Circuit : round trip (in relation to cruising)

Choice: really cool

“Cop a feel” : second base with a girl (touch boob)

Crash: go to sleep/pass out

Cream: totally beat in a fight

Creep: obnoxious or eccentric person

Crocked: Drunk

Cruising: drive up and down a street looking for a race, girls, guys etc.

Decked out: dressed up

Dead soldier: empty can or bottle (typically alcohol)

Dig: understand/agree

“Don’t give me any grief”: don’t complain/make trouble

Drop dead: similar to get bent/Get lost/Go f yourself

Establishment: part of status quo

Flake: quirky or weird

Flake out: Chicken out/leave someone somewhere alone

Freak:

Fine: good looking

“For real” :

Fucking A: expression of either positive or negative meaning

Full of it : wrong or lying

Fuzz: cops

Get kicks : get enjoyment: pleasure

“Get a grip”:

“Get a load of”:

Golly: God

Gosh: God

Going steady: dating (serious)

Going together/around together: see above, can be serious or non serious

Groovy: something good

Grungy: shabby, dirty, bad person

Had/been had: tricked/dooped

Heat: police

High: used interchangeably for intoxication- alcohol or drugs

Hip: cool, with it

Hit: take a drag

Hop : dance or dancing party

Hot: sexually attractive person

Hot (for someone): really into someone

“Hold your horses”:

Hunk: good looking guy

“It’s been real”: it’s been nice (usually sarcastic)

“It’s a gas”:

Jeez: Exclamation, way to avoid saying “Jesus”

Jerk:

Knock out: really good looking girl

Kiss off: stop or leave

Later: short for see you later/by

Lay rubber: peel out, drive fast

Lay off:

Let’s go: let’s dance | let’s leave | let’s fight

Lit: high/loaded/intoxicated

Loaded: high or drunk

Lousy: bad (feeling), poor quality/lame

Lump it: live with it

Made it : Had sex/had sex with

Mess around: to be playful in a general or in a sexual way

Moon [Verb]: take pants down and expose butt to someone (usually as a joke)

Neat: excellent/ nice or cool

Neato:

“Newsflash buddy/pal”:

Nifty: skilled, cool

Not bad: good

No sweat: no problem: don’t worry about it

“Name is mud” : people are mad at you because of something you have said or done (or hadn’t done)

Out of sight: fantastic , neat

Pick up: flirt / offer to date

Pound: beat

Preppie: someone who is well dressed in expensive conservative clothing and has a private education (becomes more common in 80s) -> socialite

Put out: agree to have sex (most common use)

Punk out: Back out / give up (negative)

Ride: car/vehicle

Right on:

Rod/hot rod: car/ supped up car

Sack lunch: Lunch in a paper bag/brought from home

Save face: Maintain public image

Savvy: dig/understand?

Scene- community or place : someone drawing attention to themselves in a negative light

Scram: go away/ leave quick

Sharp- stylish : agreeing with someone

“Spare me”: used to express annoyance/disbelief

Spastic: stupid person, or a person who behaves or moves in a strange or uncontrolled way

Split: Leave (ex. ‘Let’s spilt.’ / ‘make like a banana and split’)

Social: Short for socialite (Soc) - prep is similar but not exact

Struck out: be un successful/fail to pick someone up

Superfine: high quality / real deal

Submarine race: someplace secluded to make out, fool around or have sex (usually by water)

Swinging: similar to groovy or bitchin’ (good/cool)

Too much:

Trippy: weird or strange (inspired by effects of drugs like LSD)

Tuck and roll: type of car upholstery

Tube/boob-tube: television

“Up for grabs”: available

Wack/ wacky: not good

“What a waste”/ waste of: something not favorable

“Where do you get off?”: what gives you the right? How dare you

Way out: eccentric or unconventional

Wimp: weak or cowardly

Wiggy: crazy/ weird

Wig out: freak out

Wig city: crazy/ weird

With it: cool, digs it/understood

Wiz : pee (leak as well)

Zit : pimple

[just-a-carrot]

Day 13.

Do you have any favorite lines from the game?

I had to really think about this for a while as it's quite hard to remember random individual lines despite having written them LOL However, after skimming through some of the files to get my head thinking about it, I think one of my favorite written parts is this conversation:

"Ah, yes, this is nice, isn’t it? Just the two of us. Enjoying a moment. It has been so long since we’ve been this close.'" "O-Orlam..." Genzou looks fifty shades of uncomfortable, and I can see the glimmer of sweat along his hairline. "You know, I’ve been thinking about you a lot since my arrival here. How I would welcome you. What you’d think about my accomplishments..." Genzou forces a somewhat beleaguered smile. "Accomplishments? What, we congratulating people for having stuff fall into their laps now?" "As contentious, as always. Just because you’ve failed in your endeavors doesn’t mean you need to devalue mine." "What the fuck is that supposed to mean? I haven’t failed anything." "Haven’t you?" Orlam pulls him in close, grin so wide he looks about ready to devour him whole. "I suppose denial would be nothing new for you." Genzou snorts. "At least I don’t take advantage of others when they’re at their weakest." "No, you’re just an asshole all the time, aren’t you?" Orlam lowers his eyes. "And you know it, too. Know the pain you cause people. And that he deserves better than you." Genzou’s jaw goes taut. He mutters something under his breath and tries to pull away, but Orlam doesn’t let his hand go, instead taking advantage of the small height he has on him to dip him backwards. "And yet you still can’t let him go, can you. Just a stupid, sad little puppy groveling for scraps..."

I really love how I somehow got so much history, hints, multiple dynamics between different chars, and kinda the inner core root of a lot of their issues in just so few lines. Ahhh... I wish I could write like this always LOL The ball scene in general I really like how it turned out, there's a ton of lines I really like from it, and soooooo many little hints and callbacks.

I also love basically all of Genzou's silly one-liners, with some of my favorites being:

"H-… holy peehole of Poseidon…" "Has it always smelled like the back of my dad’s old station wagon? Because golly fuckaree does that smell like pee." "And god damn am I not about to go through this whole Halloween special of H.R. Fucknstuf myself." "Rabbits wearing human suits. That’s like… the opposite of a furry." "After having experienced it, I can now say that getting thrown o’re your shoulder like a Continental Soldier is not the romantic fantasy I’d always envisaged."

[strayheartless]

I feel like Terra accidentally older brothers Ven and Riku a lot. Well, I say “accidentally”. He knows what he’s doing. So here have some examples:

He ruffles Both boys hair in passing. Never does it with the others, just Riku and Ventus. Ven loves it, Riku pretends it annoys him, but if Terra ever stopped doing it he’d be very sad.

He lets Ventus fall asleep on him all the time. Riku is chronically mistrusting of falling asleep near anyone but Sora, but he will close his eyes and doze near Terra.

Terra is more likely to fly off the handle if someone is rude to Riku.

Ven is a fan of piggybacks. Terra is okay with this.

He absolutely favours them during training and yes it has been brought up by the others as an issue.

He can always tell the difference between Ventus and Roxas, but still catches himself calling Sora Van or Van Sora. Roxas is just glad he’s not being mistaken for Mr golly gosh over there (Ventus resents that nickname but still refuses to swear properly.)

Terra genuinely forgot Sora was present the day he met Riku. Sora would be offended but he forgot he’d even met Terra and Aqua or that Ven was in his heart so….

Riku generally doesn’t like to be touched but he’ll go to Terra for a bear hug when he feels like he needs the deep pressure and Sora isn’t there to lie on him.

Ventus likes to put his chin on Terras shoulder and bother him while he writes training reports or is reading. It usually gets him a flick to the nose or forehead but he doesn’t mind.

Both Riku and Ven have secretly stalked Terra and Aqua’s missions to see if they’re dating. They have also tried to push them together like they are scuttle and Sebastian and this is the little mermaid… or maybe like their Timone and Pumba… the trip wire did work but the effectiveness was limited. Back to the drawing board for plan H. Damn.

Terra teases them over their own crushes and relationships. This is a mistake because Ven has years or TerAqua receipts and he’s not afraid to use them. Riku finds this hilarious.

Terra and Riku have both had a good heart to heart and a cry about what happened to them. There a lot of “im sorry” from both parties and they end up coming to the conclusion that it’s just how things went and nobody but Xehanort was to blame.

During the time Sora is missing Terra goes to Squall to ask him how he supported Sora when the roles were reversed. There was a mutual recognition from both parties that these were their kids/ little brothers, and seeing them hurting was awful.

Ven likes to play “think fast” without telling Terra. Terra has been hit in the chest/head/groin too many times by various high speed projectiles.

Terra claims he doesn’t have favourites. Everyone else thinks Terra is a lying lier who lies as Kairi dangles by her foot from a bahemoths mouth; Roxas is trying to extinguish the fire Lea caused; Xion returns from training hagard and with leaves in her hair; and Sora and Van lay starfishes on the training ground looking like they went 100 rounds with Sephiroth. Meanwhile Ven and Riku have had multiple water breaks and are now sat cross legged on the grass eating out of homemade bento boxes chatting with Aqua about their favorite flavours of cake.

I’m not saying Terra has a dreams and honour speech but… there’s a reason Zack looked up to him like a mentor.

[empressofthesunslittlecorner]

A rant about Aang and Byrke

WARNING NOT KATAANG FRIENDLY

CONTINUE WITH PRECAUTION

Hello my loves!

Here I'm with a new blog entry.

This time we will talk about Kataang, Aang and Byrke.

Since I'm writing a FanFic where Aang is paired with an OC, I thought I could tell you why I prefer Aang with OCs instead of Katara.

Just to be clear.

I like Aang.

I love Katara and would for this girl sell my liver.

But them together as a pair...please no!

Kataang is one of my NOTPs.

In my Let's Talk about Zutara post I pretty much said why I can't stand this pairing.

One is the age and maturity gap.

What does a 14-year-old want with a 12-year-old? It's just creepy, no matter the gender and it would have been better if they got together at like 22 and 20.

Even if I think Zutara is superior, I could grimly accept Kataang.

Second Aang and Katara are the worst version of their self together.

I haven't read the comics, but what I saw on Tumblr and on Legend of Korra was enough to make me angry.

Katara was reduce to Aang price, girlfriend, housewife and mother of his children.

The warrior girl we all loved, who never turned her back on people who needed her, became in the name of love (and Byrke) a shadow of herself.

Our real Katara would smack this wishy-washy version of herself to kingdom come!

Then we have Aang. The boy clearly turns into a Nice GuyTM when it's about Katara.

He kissed her TWICE, TWICE, without her consent and never said sorry for this.

He thinks he deserves her love because he is the Avatar (the hero) and that's how it be.

Till Season 2 Aang wasn't that worse about Katara, a lot of plotpoints pointed out that Aang obsession, I'm not calling it love, on Katara was not good.

He replaced the love for his people with Katara.

Erm, that's not healthy at all.

What Aang expierendec was traumatic, he is the sole suriver of a genocide, but he can't shove all his love for his people to Katara.

How can only one person hold this standards?

It's impossible.

Katara is a bandaid on a ripped arm.

A bandaid isn't going to fix Aang trauma.

He needed to really face it and accept it and let Katara go.

Guru Pathik told him he to let Katara go, but I don't think it was meant to say, don't love that girl anymore.

No, it was more like: you clearly are obsessed with her and think if she loves you all your hurt will go away, but this isn't the case!

Aang could still love Katara, he just needed to stop to put her on a pestal!

Then we know what happens, he let's her go, seems to get the Avatar State, but turn it down because Katara is in danger and he must save her.

Alright, we all would run to our loved one if they are in danger, but Aang, you are the Avatar.

The Avatar is the peacekeeper of this world.

Sadly he can't put his own desires forward, he has do to what was for the world right!

In the Crystal Catabombs he realizes this.

So he let's go of Katara to get the Avatar State and then gets shot down by Azula.

Then when the first episode of season 3 rolls around, you get the feeling that Aang learnend his lesson.

Because he was selfish, he lost his greatest eapan.

He needed to be better.

Only...after the first episode season 3 was really...bad.

I can't say it better.

If you compare it to the other two seasons...season 3 has mayor problems.

A lot of plotpoints get forgotten, Aang didn't learn from his mistakes, he acts entitled for Katara love and he gets his Avatar State back thanks to Deus-Ex-Machine Rock and even finds a way to handle Ozai thanks to Deus-Ex-Machine Lion Turtle.

How, HOW, did the creators look at this and want a golly what an awesome final?

It was not!

It was rushend and not earnend!

Because Aang is a selfinsert from Bryek.

They statet once in an interview that Kataang was reflection how they had a crush on their babysitter, who of course didn't wanted them and would go out with the "bad boy".

The bad boy here in question is Zuko, which is hilarious since Zuko is the most awkward dork.

So they wanted to create a story were the young hero gets the hot older girl.

No normal 14-year-old girl would date a 12-year-old and if she did call the police on her ass!

Avatar was only amazing because of writers like Aaron Ehasz, who turned Toph, who was supposed to be a boy and a love rival for Aang, into this badass girl who didn't let her disabilty stop her to become the greatest earthbender and inventer of metalbening in the world.

They truned Iroh into thee loveable and wise uncle and not like Byrke wanted into a spy for Ozai.

Also Azula was supposed to be a boy too, but she became the female villain we all loved and wish we would see in other media's too!

A lot of writer wanted also Zutara to happen and not Kataang.

If I remember right season 3 was so rushed and lacking because the movie-who-shall-not-be-named was in production and Bryke wanted the series to end before it.

A lot of concept were thrown out the window for it.

The writers wanted to make even a season 4, where Aang would even find other airbenders, but noooooooooooooooo we can't give Aang the healing he deserves, we must live out a fantasy trough this boy.

Looking at you Bryke.

Anyways we got, what we got and I'm so not happy about it.

Zutara should be canon and Aang should have found a girl who loved really, who was his equal and who didn't needed to be a broodmare for the air nomads, becasue there where still air nomads around.

Here we get back to my preference to ship Aang with OCs. Since I'm a big fan of the theoretical season four we would have gotten, it's only naturel to imagine own characters, since no canon characters exist for it.

I would have loved to see Aang with a descendant of Air Nomads. She learning from him, he learning from her, cute!

But let's be real if Aang is writing good he could work with a lot of characters.

Even canon ones like On Ji. I found her really cute with him.

The only thing I want for Aang partner is that the girl doesn't get reduced to a broodmare.

So the airbenders have always to come back/stop from hiding.

IT'S NOT THE COMPLICATED!

BUT WE CAN'T HAVE NICE THINGS!

WE LIVE IN THE DARK TIMELINE!

AVATAR COULD HAVE BEEN THE MOST REVOLUTIONARY CARTOON EVER, BUT NOOOOOO TWO MEN HAD TO MAKE THEIR WEIRD FANTASY REALITY AND DIDN'T LISTEN TO THEIR TEAM OF WRITER WHO WERE LIKE, FAM THAT'S NARRAVTIVLY SPEACKING HUGE STEPS BACKWARDS!!!!!!

AAAAAAAAAAAARRRRGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!

Yeah, I think you all guessed how much I hate Bryke.

Fricking pricks!

Also, people who make fun of their own fans because they ship a pairing themselves not like are the worst!

That shows have much respect they have for their fans.

Zero.

They just wanted to live out their fantasy and be done.

Again, fricking pricks!

So for now, that's from me, I needed to get it out of my chest.

Till next time my loves!

[thelamentknight]

The Glass Princess

Episode 11: Ghost brother

“Hey sis, I’m baaaack!”

Carmen lifted up her head to see Roman, her ghost twin brother, arriving at Ramshackle. She put down her phone and stood from the couch before he tackled her into a hug. She immediately hugged back.

“R-Roman! Y-you’re b-back! H-how w-was t-the trip…?” She asked. Roman and a few other students had gone on a week trip to the Rose Kingdom, and since he had no phone, Roman had no idea of the chaos that had just occurred at NRC. And golly, did she have a lot to tell him…

“It was so cool! They have so many good berries over there, and I bought lots of them! Let me show you! Ooo, I wonder what we can bake with them!”

Roman let go of her and floated into the kitchen, where he had left his bags. Carmen walked over to where he was, preparing herself to tell the news.

“R-Roman…?”

“Yeah?”

“I-I have t-to tell y-you something…”

The ghost stopped going through his bags, lifting his head to look at his sister.

“What is it?”

Carmen took in a nervous sigh.

“A f-few d-days ago…I-I got an a-acceptance for A-Académie Princesse R-Radieuse…”

Roman’s hair covered his eyes, but it couldn’t cover the perfect-O shape his mouth had formed.

“Really?!” He asked excitedly. Carmen nodded her head.

“Y-yes, the H-Headmistress g-gave i-it to me…I-I’ll be leaving n-next Wednesday-“

Carmen was interrupted by her brother tackling her in another hug.

“CONGRATS, SIS! YOU GOT IN!” Roman cheered. He then began hugging her more gently. “…I’m gonna miss you…”

“…I-I’ll miss y-you too…” Carmen said quietly. Roman let go of the hug to look at her.

“You said you’re leaving next Wednesday?” He asked.

“Y-yes.”

“And today’s Monday…Azul’s gives paychecks on Fridays. That’ll be enough so I can buy a phone AND pay you back for the money you gave me for you gave me for the trip, and that way we can call and text each other…You think I can open a bank account, or can ghosts not do that?”

“F-father o-opened a bank a-account f-for me a c-couple of d-days ago…H-he wanted to k-know if y-you’d like o-one, b-but I c-couldn’t ask you a-at the t-time…I-I can c-call him s-so he can o-open one f-for you…”

“Wait, really? He’d do that…? Then yeah, tell him I’d like one, please.”

Carmen nodded. “I-I will.”

Roman went back to taking the berries out of his bags. “Sooo, has anything else happened while I was gone?”

“A…a l-lot of t-things, a-actually…”

~~~

“Please, I can’t lose my job! Without it, I’ll have nothing!” Crowley begged on the phone.

“Alright, alright! Relax, old bird! As long as you give us what we want, we can pull a few strings to get Cremaschi fired and give back your job…” The shady man on the call reassured.

“What do want?! Money? Treasures? Power? Name your price, I’ll give you anything you want!”

The man on the phone thought for a few seconds before answering.

“Well, Mr. Larimar has his daughter at your little school right now, correct?

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