#honestly i just felt like people were not very appreciative of the amount of work that goes into restoring

[pdxplushhospital]

Do you repair old teddy bears?

hi! we did for a short period of time but it ended up not being worth the high shipping costs back and forth + the rudeness of some of the customers we had. eventually we'd love to do it again but right now it's just not really feasible. thanks for asking though!!

[cherrysurf]

Tall blonde and evil! | Katsuki Bakugo x f!reader

chapter 6; eh your not bad.

Just like he said the chauffeur arrived on time, with everything honestly it felt kinda nice to be spoiled by a man since your lack of male attention was little to none you basked in the moment even if it was from your shitty boss. I mean like you said before, rude,ignorant and yells a lot but treats the people who work for him with respect. Even if you two bicker constantly it became the norm it was comfortable and neither of you took it to heart thinking about it made a stupid smirk grow on your face “why am i smiling over this blonde bastard” you say in your head slapping your face to wake you up from this delusion, luckily you arrived to the mall finally bakugou's chauffeur said to call him when you were ready to be picked you, you politely thanked him and headed out into the mall. “mmh a red or black dress…” you say in your head looking over the vast amount of stores seeing what would catch your eye you passed by prada before you could find a store for a dress and decided to get the professional work outfit done and out of the way you walked in a bit nervous about the whole situation “hi how can i help?” a nice lady in her mid 40’s who still looked youthful as ever and looked like she carried herself very well approached you with a smile “hi yes my name is yn im here for an appointment” you say smiling back “ah yes your with me come come darling” she says guiding you to the back of the store and leading you into a room with many options of office like clothes that were all in the dark gray, black color pallets. Your eyes scanned the entire room to admire how beautifully decorated and secluded it was “here miss yn i’ve had a few already picked out for you, if you don’t like any of these or need an opinion im right here to assist you” she says “i’ll bring you some tea for right now while you get started on trying on outfits” she continues “thank you so much, i really appreciate it” you say smiling “my pleasure” she says with a small nod making her way out the room. The first two outfits didn’t look quite right on your figure, bakugou’s shopping assistant walks back in as you finish putting on the third outfit “wow that one looks stunning on you” she says in awe “you really think so? i think it’s really cute too” you say looking at yourself in the mirror “yes i do. We have it in white if you’d like to try it on?” she proposes “uhm do you think he’d mind if i wore white to the interview?” you ask nervously “not at all i think it would look even better, here let me go get it for you” she says “oh- okay thank you again” you say you weren’t entirely sure if bakugou would get upset at you for wearing something that wasn’t specifically laid out but it was just a color change and clearly he trusted her enough so why not take her advice, and oh boy was she right it looked absolutely beautiful on you “i think this is the one” you say feeling confident “i think so too. It’s perfect and professional, you can change and i’ll get that all set for you” she says “thank you so much for your help today i see why bakugou trusts you so much your choices are amazing” you say happy “thank you i’m glad he’s an amazing customer one of my top clients actually” she says “that’s something new i learned about him today i guess” you say “he’s a man of mystery at first but becomes really easy to read after a while” she says with a giggle “come darling let’s go to the front now” she says you collect your things and you both head to the front, you pay and thank her for everything and she bids you farewell.

“Okay dress and heels now let’s do this.” you say trying to hype yourself up but the hard truth was you only found a nice pair of manolo blanhink hangisi kitten-heel satin slingback pumps that were perfect but no dress at all. “why the fuck is it so hard to find a dress” you groan after hours of being at the mall then it suddenly hits you, that one crimson red dress that your mother left for you and told you to bring when you moved out to the city because “you never know when you need a nice formal dress” she said i guess she’s right all along you decided that you were done and over with today and called bakugou’s chauffeur to come pick you up to head home for a much needed nap.

hopefully this long chapter makes up for all the short ones bye guys

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[werewolf-witchboy]

😇✨ Sugar Daddy Lucifer Morningstar X Gender Neutral Sugar Baby Reader ✨😇

SUMMARY: you're the king of Hell’s favorite influencer and he wants to make it very clear how much he appreciates you and loves your content, thus starting a transactional relationship between the two of you that slowly turns into something more.

WARNING: light stalker stuff going on for a little bit lol ┐(￣ヮ￣)┌ also some sugar baby catching feelings for sugar daddy nonsense

(also- i'm using the terms "sugar daddy" and "sugar baby" pretty loosely, and there are no sexual transactions in this story)

NOTE: I keep going back and forth between saying “livestream” and “video,” so just assume that in the story y/n mainly does livestreams and uploads them as videos later.

•You started out as a humble influencer in Hell.

•What you didn't know is that you happened to be the favorite influencer of THE king of Hell Lucifer himself.

•I personally headcanon that when this man finds something he likes, he REALLY obsesses over it.

•I can imagine him laying in bed with a cozy blanket and a snack, kicking his knees while watching your latest upload.

•Not gonna lie Luci got kinda stalker-ish in order to find you and know you in person.

•He is the king after all, so therefore he has ways to find and keep track of his people.

•It started as him sending you money anonymously as a way to give his appreciation to his favorite content creator.

•You'd sometimes get small donations here and there from different people, but you definitely noticed the big donations you'd consistently get. Even though they were all anonymous, you assumed they were all from the same person because it was usually always an absurd amount of money to donate to an influencer.

•While livestreaming one day you mentioned that you wanted to find out who this anonymous donor was and somehow do something special to thank them.

•Lucifer NEVER misses one of your livestreams and felt extra fanboyish thinking about his fav influencer doing something special specifically for him.

•He knew he couldn't just message you and say “I'm your anonymous donor” because he didn't have a public account. If he were to message with his anonymous account saying that he's the king of Hell you'd obviously think he was lying.

•HERE is where his stalker era starts. 💀

•Luci comes up with this convoluted plan that actually somehow ends up working exactly the way he wanted.

•He happens to “find” you at a place he knew is your favorite café just outside of Cannibal Town.

•He pretends to just be casually walking by (well, as “casual” as the king of Hell can be)

”Oh hey! I've seen a few of your videos, I like your content!”

•You're absolutely baffled that the man in front of you praising your content is Lucifer himself.

•Lucifer invites himself to sit down with you, and how could you possibly refuse.

(He knows using his status to get what he wants is a lil problematic, but he easily pushes any guilt aside cuz he gets to be in your presence. He honestly wonders why he hadn't done this sooner.)

•He uses this opportunity to ask you a bunch of questions he's always wanted to ask, as if this were his personal Q&A with you. You happily answer his questions and even ask your own, eager to get to know Lucifer.

•Eventually he asks the main question that'll set his plan into place.

“Have you ever done any collabs?”

Of course he already knows the answer is no.

•”I've never asked anyone to collaborate with me, I'm a little insecure and automatically think they'll say no.”

•”I'm shocked! I'd personally love to be in one of your videos!” He boasts.

•Even though you've been talking for a while now, your brain still hasn't been fully able to compute that you're not only talking to Lucifer Morningstar, he says he enjoys your content, AND he just said he'd like to be in one of your videos.

•”Wha- I'm sure you've got so much more important things to do!”

•”I've got spare time!”

•When he realized he was probably starting to sound desperate, he backed it up a bit;

“I'm not trying to invite myself into one of your videos, but what I am saying is that IF I were one of those people you were to ask then I'd definitely accept your offer!” He twiddled his fingers nervously under the table, his smile never faltering.

•”oH I mean I do want to ask you- I am asking you!” You become just as nervous as Lucifer, fumbling over your words a bit.

•Before you can say anything else he raises from his seat and extends his hand out in agreement. “Sounds good to me!” You quickly stand to take his hand and shake it.

•The two of you calm down a bit and start discussing times and dates, even though Lucifer knows he's just going to accept whatever day you suggest and cancel any plans that he might already have for that day.

•Lucifer's little plot went perfectly.

•The day came when Luci got to feature in a video with his fav influencer.

•The video blew up super quickly, you gained a whole new wave of fame.

•Not only was he in the video with you, but he also got to spend the whole day with you.

•Somewhere along the way he kind of forgot that he was with his fav influencer and started to feel more like he was just hanging with a friend…which, honestly, he hasn't really had a friend in a long time.

•Also- you had noticed that during the stream with Lucifer you didn't get any donations from your special anonymous donor who never missed any of your previous streams.

•THIS MOMENT is where Lucifer knows he could potentially ruin everything with you, but he wants to be honest.

•He tells you that he's the anonymous donor, and that he can prove it with receipts. He admits that he didn't just casually watch your content like he said previously, and that he's actually a super huge fan. He doesn't go into detail about the stalker-ish extent he went to find you though.

•You take a second to process everything.

•I think if it were any other man you'd probably be a bit weirded out. It's definitely mainly because he's the king of Hell, but also he's just so charming that it's kinda hard for you not to be flattered.

•Now the king of Hell is in your phone contacts and you've got a viral video of the two of you together that shows literally everyone that you know him, it all feels so surreal.

•You still get donations from him on your streams, they still say they're anonymous but you know it's him.

•Lucifer calls you ALL THE TIME, usually to talk about absolutely nothing and everything at the same time.

•Suddenly he started showing up at your door with random gifts. Usually things that you mention very briefly on social media.

•Like one day you posted a pic on your story of a cute pair of shoes that you'd like to have, and the next day he's on your doorstep with a shoebox in hand.

•This escalated to him taking you out to dinner quite frequently, and he'd always go out of his way to reserve a special private area or even book out the whole restaurant.

•Then he started inviting you to visit him. Movie nights at his place, or he wants to show you something new he made.

•Eventually it turned into you staying the night at his place sometimes. You'd fall asleep during movie night and he didn't wanna wake you, or your home is just so far away and he didn't wanna let you go home in the dark.

•THEN it became you staying at his place for multiple days in a row, and sometimes it felt like you practically lived with him.

•You’d always ask Lucifer what you could do to repay him for all of the stuff he does for you, and he just replies that your company is enough to satisfy him and when you aren't around he still gets to watch your new videos.

•After getting to know the king of Hell over the span of almost a full year, you've come to realize that he was a pretty lonely man before you met him.

•He almost never talks to his own wife, whom you aren't even sure is his wife anymore. He rarely talks to his daughter, and is terrified of not being a good enough dad to her. Most of his time is spent home alone if he isn't tending to somekind of personal royal business.

•You knew Lucifer meant it when he told you that your company is enough to repay him.

•Somewhere down the line, you've started catching yourself contemplating your feelings for him.

•Don't get me wrong, he's always made you swoon and get flustered. It's really hard not to when a handsome man is literally handing you everything you want on a golden platter.

•There are much more raw moments you have with him, when you're just sitting on the couch together and you start to think about your possible future together.

•You usually end up getting slapped with reality when you remember who it is you're looking at. The king of Hell.

•Being in a relationship with a man of such status could never be in the cards for you. You're aware that you're basically just his sugar baby and that's probably all you'll ever be.

•You were definitely fine with the transactional relationship between the two of you, in fact you enjoyed it.

•Now, with these feelings constantly creeping up on you it made everything so much more complicated, and it made it hard for you to be around him knowing you'll never be anything more to him than a sugar baby.

•Lucifer is a sweet man, but you know there's another side of him that's a powerful king. His wife was an equally powerful queen. You're not enough for him, he just wants someone to keep him company.

•What you don't know is that while you're sitting there on the couch next to him having an inner depressive episode, he's got a box in his pocket that he's waiting for the perfect moment to whip out.

•In the box is a flashy custom engagement ring that he wants everyone to be able to see from a mile away.

•That man wants to make you officially his and he has been trying his hardest to make that VERY clear.

•You're just kinda insecure and don't think high enough of yourself. ಥ⌣ಥ

[grinnames]

HOW THE HECK DID THIS HAPPEN AND WHY ARE YOU ALL HERE

200+ followers.

We are over 200 followers strong already folks.

What do I even say?! Well I gotta say something, because it's been over a month since I hit this milestone, and I finally got all other ideas finished.

SO! Let's start with saying that I am incredibly and forever grateful and lucky that this has happened to me and that I get to do this online and that so many people enjoy my work. I've always been an outsider looking in, always the spectator, and never the performer. For so long, I have dreamed of finally being the person on the other side of the screen, making countless people smile and maybe even brighten up their day just a little bit. It feels like I've only just started making content on Tumblr SINCE LAST AUGUST, and I'm already having to write grandiose thank-you letters!

On a more serious note, I had been going through a rough time for the past few months, just a little after I started Tumblr. I had just transferred to a new school, and have had to leave all my friends behind for a second time. The transition period was hard, and I had never felt so lonely in a long while, but coming back online to see you interacting with my blog always brightened up my day. I've come to learn and accept that sometimes, online communities can be just as good as in-person communities, though it did take some getting used to!

Speaking of grandiose thank-you letters, let's get on to acknowledging some VIPs!

First, thank you everyone that has decided to hit the follow button, and for giving me a chance! It really feels validating, and motivated to continue working on and posting my story!

Also, I would like to thank God for gifting me with artistic talent and the drive to hone it at the tender age of five. He's given me so many opportunities to practice my craft, and He continues to give me more chances to use my gift for the happiness of others, and for myself. Without Him, I wouldn't be the person I am today.

@novajuniper! You know who you are to me. So I'm just here to remind everyone what you did. YOU ARE MY BEST FRIEND IRL AND YOU ENCOURAGED ME TO START TUMBLR IN THE FIRST PLACE! You were also one of my first and only fans of my art for a very very long time. Everyone, let's give it up for the OG!!

@oppsiedoo! YOU. You were one of my first fans that gave me FANART! The first Godbox AU fanart came from you, and the first Grinnames fanart came from you! And then you kept giving me more! I'm honestly sometimes a little concerned with the amount of fanart you do for me and my work. Surely you have other creators you look up to?! But thanks for giving me that much support since the beginning when I was small! I felt so validated and seen!

@bow-and-aro-child and @smgx-pez! I always remember you because you were some of the first people to notice Godbox AU! Though we don't interact much, I very much appreciate that you stuck around! You two often appear as my top-fans on my Activities page!

Also @smgx-pez you were also one of my first reblogs. It was the one where you compared Rewrite Sonic to Godbox SMG4, and my stomach kinda dropped in a nervous but excited way! That thread where you found out I actually was inspired by Rewrite is something I will never forget because that's how I discovered that Tumblr was chill like that! Thanks for representing Tumblr!

@hexsie! You were also one of my first reblogs! I was so young and inexperienced on this platform and some stranger (you) sends me some OOC drawing of your OC hugging my boys... I have to admit I was very flattered but so stunned that I didn't know how to respond. Well, now here's the response! I now think that this interaction was hilarious! Thank you for being my introduction into the SMG4 community! Looking forward to that Hexsie lore!

(It's always been the Hug Saga, hasn't it...? From the very beginning...)

@smg6-the-memer! My first asker! You probably submitted the most asks to my ask box as well! That's how I remember you! I had actually not intended to start asks at the time, but the askbox was open by default, so I just went along with it because I HAD ALWAYS WANTED AN ASKBLOG. So thank you for being the push!

@supern0vashii! The infamous Starter of the Hug Saga! Also currently the Ender of the Hug Saga! (for now) We've come full circle! Honestly, Hug Saga was fun, and it's all thanks to you reaching out to me! You also started the Godboxified OC trend with SMG6... you really be out there trailblazing! I've always enjoyed redesigning my OCs to fit AUs... so to have people doing the same for MY AU?! IT FEELS SO AMAZING! Thank you!

@bear-boi-5! My first mutual that isn't @novajuniper! (she doesn't count because I met her IRL before tumblr) When you followed me back you have no idea how shocked and excited I was. I'm not really interested in the fandoms you draw for now, I mostly followed you for your amazing SMG4 au art (Monster Containment AU is my favorite! It's what got me to follow you!) but I'm sticking around because of the sentiment and I also like your vibes!

@michaelscorneroftheinternet! Holy hell. You are one of the creators that I really look up to! Your art-style is just so yummy! So I kind of, may have, freaked out when you joined the Godboxified OC trend AND followed me back! ON TOP OF THAT, YOU SAID I'M ONE OF YOUR FAVORITE CREATORS TOO?! I nearly died from all the happiness rushing up to my head! Not to mention, I really love your energy whenever you reblog stuff! It's rather infectious! Keep up the good work!

@libbytwq! I also look up to you! We may not have interacted much, but I am honored that you follow me back! I really enjoy watching SMGL:e's silly little adventures and interactions with other OCs! So much so that I was inspired by you to later publish some lore about my own OC Grinnames herself! I'm looking forward to some more delicious lore-drops in the future!

@purpdrawsthings! You are probably one of the the NICEST most BUBBLY people I have met on this platform! I just like watching you be nice to people and the fanart you make of other creators' AUs! Not to mention your own AUs are mighty interesting... I want to be as nice as you when I interact with other blogs! Also MY SONA BECAME AN ANIMATION IN YOUR CHRISTMAS VIDEO, SHE'S GOING PLACES THANKS TO YOU!

@bstroobery! specifically @bluestrawberrybunny, Apprenticeship AU is actually one of the first SMG4 fanfics I decided to sit down, lock in, and read through. And over time, your OCs SMG5 and SMG6 really grew on me! I also liked that you were open to AU interactions in your askbox, and crossovers have always been my sort of thing, so I decided that your askbox would be the first I would interact with! Thank you for being so chill with me!

@clowntrickery08! My latest mutual! Dude I really like your artstyle, and its super easy to tell that its you! The way you draw characters is really charming! So I can say for certain that I WAS SO EXCITED WHEN YOU DREW MY BOYS IN YOUR STYLE. Also I really like your sona's design! Also, your concept for SMGPuzzles and SMGWren is SO COOL that I am gonna play around with it sometimes!

@itz-miss-kamilyvision! My god, your OC has a whole-ahh saga in Godbox AU. You having your OC have so many interactions with my boys was so much fun to watch! Thank you doing all that, I always love making characters interact and you gave me just that over and over again! I also like seeing your OCs lore, and the other interactions you have with other creators!

@alan-william! The one who turned ME into a gacha character AND animated me! But what I appreciated the most is how you made my sona interact with yours and also Micheal's. That is the closest thing to real human interaction to me on this platform, and something that I've enjoyed the most here is finding community, and I really feel connected with you!

@birdy-four! We haven't interacted that much, but to this day, that giant reblog of Godbox AU Chapter 0 with you word-vomiting everywhere about my fanfic is my favorite reblog of all time! I sometimes go back and read it again because while most people see my art, they don't really get to see my writing, and I've never gotten feedback like this before!

@smg33exe! And last but not least, the one that put my boy Godbox!SMG4 in a gacha video! BECAUSE OF YOU I MADE IT ONTO YOUTUBE! Thank you for throwing my creation out there on the web, and for creating a video that I sometimes come back to just to marvel at what I've become!

As for the rest of you... I have planned something that everyone can partake in! Stay tuned, I just need to finish preparing it...

[thefudge]

so, about nosferatu

....eh

this film felt like such a missed opportunity

it wasn't bad, it was just very underwhelming and disappointing, which i'd heard, but still. i was hoping for more juice, more substance

the cinematography is beautiful and atmospheric and the overall look of it is great....but it doesn't seem to say or do anything all that interesting

yes, we get it, we're dealing with ellen's exteriorized and embodied "appetite" and repressed sexuality, but i don't feel eggers did anything particularly salient with it

lily rose depp certainly gives it all in her physical performance...but the intensity becomes tedious because eggers doesn't seem to actually want to engage with ellen's desires; she's not really allowed to be devious or deviant, in spite of the great show she puts on. and i understand that it's part of the point; that society has taught her to be her own biggest censor. but still, there comes a point where it feels like the spectacle of her hysteria is more important than any more subtle shades of her loneliness/desire for connection.

ironically, her supposed abnormalcy becomes monotonous

and if you strip away her possession scenes...what do you have? who is this woman, really?

frankly, most of the characters felt like this - threadbare and rather empty

and this could be part of the fairy-tale effect of the movie (operating with types), but it's a very dissatisfying effect

you don't believe in the characters and their actions

the only one here who feels like a "flesh and blood" person is willem defoe, because he seems to realize he's starring in a dressed-up melodrama; his is the most enjoyable and palpable performance

honestly, i don't get why eggers felt the need to tell this story. what did he bring to it? a particular style? historical mise-en-scene?

speaking of history, that's one big thing he's known for; his almost obsessive adherence to authentic and accurate historical detail. well, this time i think it worked against him

so, the screening i attended was followed up by a discussion with florin lazarescu, the Romanian screenwriter whom eggers hired as consultant for this movie, and lazarescu basically explained the amount of research eggers' team did to try and get some details right

most of that research...ended up being either misused or simply wasted

for instance, eggers insisted on getting right certain Slavonic carvings on orlok's casket, or was obsessive about reconstructing parts of a Romanian monastery and the exact dress of an orthodox Mother Superior. and that's all very cool; i'm not saying i don't appreciate this level of dedication, but what was it in the service of, ultimately? yes, these details add atmosphere, but a lot of things he poured so much work into barely show up on screen (lazarescu said there's a much longer director's cut, tho) and when they do, they're frankly framed in a sketchy, amateurish way

take the scenes with the Romanian gypsies (i'm using the term with the 19th century connotation of it); lazarescu said eggers wanted this community to not seemed cliched, to feel authentic, but....literally, thomas is greeted by them singing and dancing in the most affected, cliched/stereotypical way. yes, i've seen much worse depictions of course, but all that historical research ultimately gave way to a watered down depiction. the dialogue in Romanian during those scenes is pretty funny/cringey, if you understand it; i realize most people won't. but as a Romanian, those scenes were ridiculous instead of atmospheric or spooky. and i know this won't affect most audiences' enjoyment, but eggers prides himself on historical verisimilitude, yet all of these "local color" scenes felt like one big, cliched spectacle (including the scene with the naked girl on the horse - none of these moments felt like they had actual depth. and imo, you need a bit of depth if you want to elicit a terrifying atmosphere)

and then there's the "Dacian" language orlok speaks....

lazarescu mentioned eggers insisted on this aspect and asked him to basically invent it because he wanted the count to go all the way back to the Dacians (our ancestors who were eventually conquered and colonized by the Romans)

and i get wanting to make the vampire even more alien, more remote, but this Dacian background adds nothing to the story of the character - literally nothing* is done with it in the film; it's just something you can look up, but you'd have to know that eggers intended for him to be Dacian/ to speak Dacian

so it's a pretty superficial easter egg

and the language orlok speaks is just a really garbled, phony-sounding Latin (because linguists believe that Dacian and Latin probably had a common ancestor); and this is just a personal complaint, but he never sounded genuine to me; i did not believe in this immortal count who goes all the way back to the Dacians

bill skarsgard does the best he can, but even his English lines (spoken with a heavy Russian accent) are pretty farcical

and this could have worked for me if the movie leaned into these farcical/melodramatic elements more, but it takes itself too seriously for that

there are some funny bits here and there, but it's obvious eggers wanted people to "think" about his movie

there are atmospheric moments i enjoyed, and i think the last frame/shot of the movie is really beautiful and evocative (and something tells me that this picturesque shot was the impetus for the whole movie - it feels like eggers made the whole thing just to get to it, and ...you know what, i can respect that)

but all of the historical authenticity he tried to insert into the film fell very flat for me and felt like pointless research, since very little of it was utilized in an interesting, meaningful way (or at all)

i mean for all the work he put into it, this movie felt so incomplete and fractured, so devoid of actual historical or fictional layers - it did not know whether it wanted to be a dreamlike folk tale or a historical gothic, and it did not much succeed at being either imo

the pacing also seemed sort of labored to me; there were some very predictable moments that were drawn out without much in the way of interesting effect/resolution

again, i enjoyed some aspects, but the whole of it felt like a hollow faberge egg

and i guess this adaptation reveals the pitfalls of the original - which is in itself a copy of dracula. because at every step of the way i wished i was watching dracula lol. even the bbc 2020 dracula!

to offer some compliments here at the end: i like that orlok is ugly and stays ugly and monstrous all throughout; i like that eggers seems to understand there is an appeal in that (especially for women) - but he doesn't go far enough with it. he is not bold enough to have ellen revel in that ugliness. there are some brief shots where orlok's ugliness/monstrosity verges on seductive/erotic, but the movie shies away from ellen's desire for that monstrosity. the film focuses more on her "monstrous" physical guilt for desiring him, but without really fleshing out her connection with orlok. again, i don't know who this woman is. (if she is meant to stand in for all repressed 19th century women at the time that's weak sauce to me)

i do think eggers is a v good director and i have enjoyed his other films; i just think he didn't have much to say in this one (he just wanted to get to that last cool shot)

(*to be fair and give the film credit, the myth of the Solomonari is invoked/referenced in order to connect orlok with Daco-Romanian folklore....but a) i don't think that this link was utilized in an interesting way; b) it's not fleshed out enough for us to understand orlok's powers as a Solomonar wizard or what the deal is with the Solomonar book....it feels like missing fragments from a larger story. and it makes me yearn for the film that could've been)

[hearts4yawnzzn]

His Poison // 1

pairing: jung gi-cheol x fem!oc

genre: friends to lovers

word count: 1.7k

warnings: Blood, guns, knifes, broken bones, slight nsfw, death, injuries (severe and non-severe), drugs, smoking, burning/burn marks, torture, gore, violence did i miss anything?

A/N: I honestly don’t know how to feel about this but I wrote it as soon as I could! I will start to follow the drama plot on the second plot but please let me know what you think of this one!! <3

LIKES AND REBLOGS APPRECIATED!

Stepping outside of the airport, the cold breeze engulfed her as she looked around for a vacant taxi.

Since she was coming from Japan, Yuna had no idea how the taxi system in Korea worked, and frankly, she didn't care. What matters is reaching her apartment studio without any delays.

There was one downside for her when it came to living in South Korea—her father.

Hate is a strong word to describe how she felt about him, but it wasn’t enough. In fact, she despised him.

Back when she lived with her parents in Japan, her mother was sent to a hospital and fell into a coma due to the treatment she had gotten from her father.

And when it was just him and Yuna, he was very harsh on her. He was using every violent move against her and calling it ‘discipline’ from broken bones, and bruises littering her body to scars that have permanently imprinted into her body.

But when she turned 18 he kicked her out. Yuna didn’t mind being kicked out, she was relieved to have gotten away from him. 2 weeks before leaving Japan, she had heard from her colleagues about her father’s living state in Korea, but now that she had moved to Korea at the age of 25, she was praying to not run into him at any cost.

Shaking her head and dismissing herself from the thoughts of her father, Yuna walked up to a random taxi and knocked on the window.

She had asked the driver if the taxi was occupied. When she saw him shake his head she hopped in, relaying the location of her apartment studio and sending him a quick nod.

The ride to her apartment studio was quiet, but she hadn't expected this much traffic to arise in Gangnam, which is why the sound of honking cars would break the silence between the driver and herself.

Being nearly stuck in the same spot for almost twenty minutes, Yuna let out a deep breath as she leaned over to the driver. “I don’t think we’ll move anytime soon.” she pulled out the expected amount of the fare and handed it over to the driver. “Thanks for the ride.”

The sound of the taxi’s door slamming loudly was muffled by the commotion around her. Yuna took in a deep breath as she looked around her, beautiful wasn’t the exact word to describe Gangnam, maybe cool and amazing?

The city was alive, full of lights and people everywhere despite it being a weekday.

Walking away from the road, Yuna started walking around and asking vendors about the location of the street she needed to go to.

She stuffed her hands in her pockets and zipped up her jacket, comfortably walking through the streets without a care in the world.

Yuna had heard about the crimes that occurred in Gangnam, from the killing and torture to the stealing and kidnapping. But she didn’t care, she knew she could take care of herself and that’s all that mattered.

As she was walking, a crash could be heard from the depths of an alley. It was a bad idea to check it out, that’s how everyone dies in a horror movie.

But this wasn’t a horror movie.

Yuna mentally shrugged and walked over to where the commotion was heard, once she neared the scene, she hid behind a trash bin and watched everything happen.

Three men were ganging up on one man, quite literally beating him to a pulp.

The man was on the floor, holding his stomach as the three looked down on him. Each of them was smirking as one of them knelt to the man’s level and looked him in the eye, he said something Yuna couldn’t catch as he stood up once more.

“Tell you boss-” he kicked him harshly, “To give me-” another kick, “My fucking money back!” the last kick sounded bad, something in the man’s body could be heard breaking as Yuna grimaced slightly.

She could clearly see the guy’s face from her position, and she already hated the way he looked as he had an annoying vibe to him. That was enough for her to beat the shit out of him.

The sound of a knife being unsheathed immediately caught her attention and she locked her eyes on the sharp piece of metal.

She loudly scoffed and stepped out of her hiding spot, biting her cheek and looking the man up and down with a clear look of disgust.

“I thought you were a mouse… But from the way you’re acting, you’re definitely a fucking rat.” Yuna cleared her throat and stepped forward, stepping over the guy on the ground as she took out her hands from her pockets, crossing them.

The guy looked at her in disbelief, letting out a short laugh as he pointed to her, “The fuck is she saying? Are you insane?” he asked his friends sarcastically and pushed her by her shoulder.

“Are you a slut?” he asked her and stepped forward, Yuna didn’t move. “Because you’re surely dressed like one.”

Shuffling could be heard behind her, she assumed the man on the ground had gotten up.

“What the fuck did you just say?” Her tone was cold as it pierced through the atmosphere if making her angry was his idea then he had succeeded.

He pushed her again. “Are-” another Push, “You-” another push, “A slut?” The last push sent her slightly stumbling back, but the body of someone behind her prevented her from falling.

Not wasting a second, she quickly took a step towards him and raised her leg, kicking him back successfully, her foot slamming against his chest as he ended up on the floor.

Yuna looked at the guy’s friends before looking back at him. “Say that again. I dare you.”

“What the hell is this bitch’s problem?” both men sneered at her as they approached her, getting ready to grab her, but someone was quicker.

Yuna was pulled back in the blink of an eye, a hand firmly resting on her shoulder as she was pulled behind the man.

And again, she couldn't see his face.

From Yuna’s perspective, she wasn’t protecting him. That asshole had her pissed off just by the look on his face and the way he talks.

She watches the man as he slowly approaches the three men, their bodies stiffened and their eyes widen as they stare at him. Was the look on his face that scary?

Yuna didn’t speak up as she watched the scene unfold, the man who was on the ground a few moments ago was actually kicking their asses.

She took a step back and crossed her arms, raising a brow at the man’s sudden courage.

A few moments later, all three men were bloodied up and bruised as he sent a final blow to the leader’s face, his fist connecting with his jaw.

Yuna slightly grimaced as she definitely heard something crack, but shook it off as the look on her face turned to amusement as she saw the two guys carrying their leader away. She broke out into a fit of laughter.

“You’ll fucking pay for this!”

“Don’t think our big boss won't find out!!”

Their threats were meaningless.

Her breath slightly hitched as the silence took over. Was this it? Will she finally see the face of the man she ‘defended’?

All of her questions would be answered if he just fucking turned around.

And so he did, breathing heavily as he approached her, and for the first time in her life, Yuna was stunned.

She didn't know how to describe him.

Handsome? Smoking hot? Pretty? Serious? Cold?

She couldn't fit them into a good description.

Which had her wondering, ‘If this is what he looks like, then what the hell does he sound like?’

But when she realized he wouldn't stop walking towards her she tensed up, is he gonna beat the shit out of her because she got involved?

“Thanks.”

What?

Yuna gulped harshly, nodding as she stepped back.

“Do I get to know the identity of the person who defended me? Or are you gonna label yourself as a passerby?”

Another gulp. Closing your mouth which she hadn’t even noticed was slightly open, Yuna cleared her throat as she spoke up.

“Depends, am I gonna have to waste my time if I give you my name?” a chuckle left his lips, and he hung his head before bringing it back up, gently biting his tongue.

“I’d have to know more about your skill before I decide that.”

Yuna scoffed, was he teasing her and wasting her time even more? She didn't care, but that handsome face of his annoys the shit out of her.

“Do you have a job yet?” he asked, hands now stuffed in his pockets. Despite how bad those guys fucked him up, he didn't show any signs of pain.

She shrugs, “Still looking, even the best jobs don't even pay minimum wage.” she was infuriated that, most of these jobs were owned by greedy old men who were probably perverts too.

“Work for me.”

She raised an eyebrow at his question, “Excuse me?”

“You heard me. Work for me and I'll make sure you’ll get much more than minimum wage.”

Truth to be told, she was tempted. Yet again, he was a complete stranger, so she needed to play her cards right.

“What’s in it for me?” he scoffed, walking one step closer as he shrugged, “What do you want?”

Yuna stopped, her teeth gritted as she stopped breathing for a few moments, her hands clenched into fists as she glared at him. Why was she glaring? No one has ever asked her what she wants, only her mother did.

“To kill someone.”

“Then how far are you willing to go?” he asks her with a straight face after backing her into a wall, a couple of inches of space between them. He stretches out his hand for her to take, if she takes it then he has his answer. Yuna stares at him with a puzzled expression before taking his hand in a tight grip, slightly shaking it as he tightens his grip on her hand and pulls her towards him. her breath hitches, but she doesn’t falter.

“As far as it takes.”

He smiles victoriously, letting go of her hand as he finally introduces himself.

“Jung Gi-Cheol, pleasure.”

“Kang Yuna, likewise.”

[dragon-ashes1485]

TROP s2 ep8

Wow. OK I...am mostly not coherent at the moment so I will be doing character breakdowns because SHIT A BRICK there is so much to unpack.

Durin:

I want to start by saying how fantastic that opening was?! Durin bidding goodbye to Disa as he went to confront his father was so good. Owain portrayed the look of a son in this episode, someone who truly admires his father and wants the best for him, but he also portrayed a king, a dwarf that desires the best for his people with all his heart. I am disappointed we didn't get an Elrond & Durin reunion but his dad had just died so...fair I guess.

I really enjoyed the dwarf storyline, especially watching them descend into greed, especially Durin III, who let me say had an absolutely metal exit. The story of them arm-wrestling when Durin was a child really shows that he feels put under by his Father, only for Durin III to admit in his final minutes that Durin was always strong, and that he would need to be strong. I loved that part, the dialogue made me very sad.

A moment to appreciate this scene please!

The end of the story in season 2 for the dwarves feels like we might see more of them in possible season 3? I really hope so. I liked that Durin was ready to offer aid to the Elves, it's clear how awful he felt that Eregion fell in part because he could not send his army until it was too late.

Aside: DISA LIVES SO I LIVE ALSO.

Also: baby Balrog, anyone? I love how that firey bastard looked. They made it look like it had been plucked straight from the depths of hell itself.

I really hope the Dwarven storyline is a key focus in season 3, especially if it means getting the three amigos (or the two amigos and their tag-along elf) back together.

The Stranger:

It has been revealed! He has his beautiful staff! I love that it was taken from the ruins of the Stoor tree, kind of continuing the storyline of beauty coming from peril that seems to follow Gandalf around in the finales of the last two seasons. I very much enjoyed the little scene with Tom Bombadil. I'd heard them singing in the soundtrack and was very pleased to see it.

I'm including the Harfoots in this section, too, as they weren't in it much. Poppy's story of what Saddoc told her after she lost her family was so heartfelt and very Tolkein, I think that was my favourite bit of the Harfoot storyline this episode. For Nori...is it cruel for me to say that her ending of the journey with the Stranger felt a bit...sudden? I enjoyed her storyline and then she simply walks away from him. While I appreciate that she's doing her own thing, it feels like we were given such a character who was kind of swept away a little? I don't know, I liked parts of it but some felt like an untouched cup of tea, lukewarm and slightly disappointing. I might be alone in this but who knows! I only hope her story isn't left there.

Elendil: (and others)

Oh Elendil, thank you for acknowledging the existence of your other son, Anarion! Also he has Narsil now!! *happy noises* oh Miriel letting him go, sacrificing herself for him once more. This poor woman, please treat her and Elendil nicely next season? Pretty please? Eärien redeemed herself very slightly, I'm glad Kemem wasn't in Numenor when she snuck her father from the chaos. That scene reminds me of all the religious toil that took place during the Tudors, with the Reformation of the church, it all felt very alike. Anyway, I really enjoyed the little we saw of Numenor and hope there's more shown next season. It felt a little disappointing screen-time wise, so maybe s3 can give us a little more!

Alright then. Celebrimbor:

The amount of pain he endures to protect the rings was horrifying to see. I honestly thought they wouldn't show his torture at the hands of Sauron, nor the famous Celebrimbanner. But honestly? Good for you, not shying away from his tragedy of a death, giving him the honour he deserves. Also Charles Edwards? Brilliant work with Charlie Vickers. The writers really went for likening his time spent with Annatar to domestic violence. "Look what you have done to yourself" and all the talk in ep7 about how it was actually Celebrimbor's fault. The torture was horrifying, please feel for me as I had to watch it twice to find the screenshots. I will miss Celebrimbor's character but I am glad the writers gave him the true ending, evidenced the true tragedy of his death.

The shot of the forge is so upsetting. It was once a place of craft and happiness for Celebrimbor, all of Eregion was, but then it was the place of his torture and death.

Isildur:

Not much to say about him to be honest as it felt rather overshadowed by the Estrid romance that, if I'm honest, hasn't really interested me. Like, at all. The moment with Theo was sweet though, as was his acknowledgement of what he had become since his mother's death. I hope we find put what happens to Theo at some point, and that he might reunite with Arondir.

People who can get fucked:

Kemen. Little shit wanting to harm the trees, starve the settlers and this bitch threatened to kill Berek so he deserves nothing more than death. I'm getting angry just typing this so I will say no more.

Adar:

For a sec I was like, why is he so smooth. Then it all went to shit. I still want to know who he is! He was such a good villain but his death was inevitable. He had become too enamoured with killing Sauron, and his children suffered for it. I liked that his death mirrored when he killed Sauron, even the angle was spot on. It saddened me that Glûg was the one who did it, but not wholly unsurprising. His last words were awful and made me feel terribly sorry for him.As a side note, Glûg's death was sad, he had killed his father, found a new master and suffered a cruel death as a result. Also well done effects/makeup team for the transition back into Adar's scars.

Galadriel:

Flipping heck, the whole fight sequence with Sauron made me kick my feet. The part where he shapeshifted was so cool to watch! Also the fight was so dance-like, it was mesmerising. I am enjoying her character becoming wiser in this season, not even tempted this time by Sauron's offers. But she's still the warrior determined to vanquish him, literally crawling across the ground to defeat him. Oh the way I squirmed when Morgoth's stupid crown stabbed her so deeply.

SHE DID AN ELROND. SHE JUMPED. FORESHADOWING *CHEFS KISS*

Just saying, she looked fabulous in the cottage-core dress she wore in Imladris. I really hope the writers continue to make her the wise Galadriel we know in the third age, and also that she gets to fight in battle, of course.

I have so many hopes for her character in s3. Very proud of her not going back to Sauron, that bitch is abusive.

Sauron: dickhead. He killed Celebrimbor. Absolute kettle.

Gil-Galad:

He was great, I liked his joke about Galadriel. They might have redeemed his character a bit, in the last two episodes so I hope we see some more of that!

I love him fully about to rip off an orcs head because it made Elrond sad an dishonoured Celebrimbors work.

Elrond:

Best til last? I just have more to say about his character and also the parallels making my heart sing, so expect many crappy quality snapshots.

Firstly, I'd like to point out how much I loved that he was the one to save Galadriel. He has rejected the Elven rings (with rightful caution) but not enough to leave his friend to perish. He jumped off of a cliff to save his friends from the ring, and then when Galadriel mirrors his actions to stop Sauron getting them, he saves her. He is constantly looking after those he loves, rings or no rings.

This moment here made me sad. Elrond, fresh from the blood on the battlefield, trying to preserve the purity of Celebrimbor's legacy. He even addresses the orcs as they prefer, trying desperately to preserve anything of his friend, who he knows has fallen with Eregion. And they make him watch the burning, as though he was watching the last memory of Celebrimbor dwindle.

I swear, if he and Durin do not reunite in s3 and fix this look on Elrond's face, I will be disappointed. I need the comedy of those two again, help me recover from this season.

PARALELL OF S2 EP1 WHEN GALADRIEL PICKS UP THE RING. Oh I love me a cheeky parallel.

Please praise the cinematographers. They seem to give all the fancy shots to Elrond which is quite funny.

"We barely had the strength to flee" oh my heart fucking broke. Why do they do this to this guy? Let the poor elf retire in Imladris in peace. (Also, imladris?! Yay!) Thank you to the writers and Elrond for finally acknowledging the physical and mental toll of war. It's literally the reason Imladris becomes what it will be, because Elrond saw war and lived it, lived WITH it all his life. Let him retire please.

THIS IS WHAT I MEAN. PRAISE THE CINEMATOGRAPHERS. The look into the camera, the decision he has to make, chefs kiss.

I don't know what to expect to happen with his character next season, but I very much hope it involves Durin. His character arcs over the last 2 seasons have been insane, that's why he's so easy to ramble about, the characterisation and acting of him is phenomenal. Please be kind with them all, Amazon.

Lastly: ARONDIR AND VOROHIL LIVE. Please let Camnir be in Lindon, untouched, making maps and drinking tea.

Overall I really enjoyed the episode. Some of the Harfoots bits as I've said were a little odd but overall a great episode. Loved the parallels in this, the gorgeous shots, representing the mental toll from torture and war and also having the bravery to show that kind of thing on screen! I hope dearly that season 3 will only be better and continue to flesh out these character we love so much.

[turbulentscrawl]

Identity(V) Headcanons: Norton Campbell

I'm starting off the writing blog with some of these character analysis-esque headcanons! (Starting with Norton bc he's honestly the reason I made this blog.) They'll serve both as practice for me, and examples for any readers on how I write different characters.

Again, I am new to the IDV fandom, and I have never played the game. These headcanons are informed by ongoing lore dives sourcing the wiki, japanese twitter responses, comics, stageplay, and more! Some of these may relate to or even contradict character backstory, and some of them are just pure vibes for me. If you like it, consider shooting a request ;)

-Norton had always been a moodier guy, but the mining accident (and the lack of mental and emotional support he received after it) resulted in a much more obvious split of his temperaments. Without trying to put a name to something I’m no expert in, Norton has two distinct personality states which are both aware of and inform one another. The First is the more common state, wherein he is more level-headed, but prone to melancholy and isolation. His melancholy tends to be more intense after an episode with his Second state, wherein he is very likely to exhibit anger, mania, and cynicism. Likewise, his Second state tends to be more critical when he’s been uneventfully mellow for a good while. He tries his best to balance and regulate the two, but this particular emotional roller coaster is one he never had any say in getting on and has never had any assistance getting off.

-The First state typically lasts longer than the Second, sometimes stretching several days at a time. During the First, he’s at his most amicable and chatty. This is the best time to get to know him as a person.

-When in his Second state, which is usually triggered by something that reminds him of the accident, it’s better to give him a wide berth. Even in the case of a friend or partner who has thick skin and handles harshness well, Norton can become hypercritical of himself for being cruel to them.

-His mother died in childbirth, leaving Norton with only his father, who also worked himself to an early grave. Norton had to start working immediately to keep himself fed (and sometimes didn’t even manage that) so he has next to no education. He does not read or write especially well. He is also not particularly tech savvy and struggles with new concepts. That said, he's never been one to back down from a chance to improve himself, difficult or otherwise.

-Norton was mostly genuine in his visits to the elderly and sick. Many of them were other miners and laborers who helped him find his footing after his dad died. Their help may not have amounted to much in the long run, but they didn’t just look the other way and he understood the loneliness they felt on their deathbeds.

-The one exception to this was Benny, who Norton had also once looked upon in an appreciative light…until he learned how to read. It was then that he scoured his father’s old letters and discovered an infuriating truth: after the birth of Norton and the death of his mother, his father had been about to leave the mining industry. Benny was the one who convinced him to stick around and join the obsessive hunt for gold. It was through a mix of spite and desperation that Norton decided to swindle Benny out of his maps and take the chance at riches for himself.

-Norton does not talk about the mining accident. At all. Not even if he’s paid. Part of it is self-preservation—since he IS the one who stole and illegally ignited the explosives. The other part is that he is well and truly wrecked with guilt. Norton did not get along with most of his coworkers in those final days, was bullied and harassed by them, but he wanted to get ahead of them, not kill them.

-Because he’s been self-reliant from such a young age, he’s naturally distrustful of other people. He has trouble accepting people at face value and often rejects compliments, and other words of affection. He’s the embodiment of “actions speak louder than words.” In general, if someone wants to get closer to Norton they have to put their money (and their labor) where their mouth is and show a lot of patience. Any genuine relationship with Norton is hard-won.

-In line with the above, the best love language to give Norton is Acts of Service. Physical Affection would also work well once you reach a certain threshold in his trust. Gift-Giving is a decent third, but you would need to tread lightly here, lest he start to see the budding relationship as purely transactional. Holidays and birthdays are the best time to really go in on gifts for Norton, since he has a harder time arguing bribery with culturally dictated gifts.

-He genuinely does not find himself to be attractive. I wouldn’t go so far as to say he’s insecure, as he really doesn’t think about it much, but he’s least likely to accept compliments about his appearance. The burn scars certainly don’t help. If you do compliment his appearance, it’s better not to mention the scars at all than to try and make him feel better about them.

-He wholly, genuinely, hates the rich. Which is obvious enough, I suppose, but I think it’s more extreme than people give him credit for. And really it just comes down to unadulterated jealousy and bitterness, which are not easy feelings to overcome.

-Norton is of the opinion that all life is equal—and when he’s at his most cynical, this means he’s willing to take the balance of “an eye for an eye” into his own hands.

-His sweet tooth is limited to donuts and a few other carb-y baked goods. He prefers savory flavors, or sometimes bitter, such as in the case of his black coffee. He doesn’t eat as much as you might expect for his size, but he always eats quickly, and hunched over his food like it’ll be taken away. Old habits die hard.

-He has a terrible sleep schedule, due in part to frequent nightmares about the accident. He’s also somewhat claustrophobic and dislikes pitch-black spaces, so a window is a must in his bedroom. He prefers to have it open whenever reasonable.

-He doesn’t do well with thunderstorms, as the rumbles of thunder sound too much like the beginnings of a cave-in.

-If he has one singular strength, it’s perseverance. Hardships don’t deter him because he’s seen and overcome plenty. He’s a loyal friend as well, once completely won over. If he cares for you, you’ll never have to tackle a hurdle alone.

[class1akids]

I’m pretty sure you’ve said this all before, but the savior trio split bugs me, esp when people say ura did the best out of all of them when she did not. it’s like a domino effect of how bad this plot went from separating the group because of shipping.

Hori, before everyone’s final fight, split up the savior trio with Midoriya and Uraraka confiding in each other about being weirdos and the destruction the villains have caused but don’t talk to Todoroki about his very much public connection with Touya. They may have had more visuals about seeing the child selves, but they didn’t have the same empathy Todoroki had with his villain. You don’t need empathy to be a good person, but it helped Todoroki by pushing him to make a plan and a move set to stop Touya from hurting everyone including himself, he even mentioned how Touya was hurting himself before the final fight.

Uraraka only focuses on wanting to talk about romance with Toga (which of course ties back to Midoriya but oh well) and say nice things about her appearance, but she doesn’t say anything to reassure her that the heroes aren’t going to kill her like they did with someone she obviously knew. Midoriya doesn’t reassure Shigaraki that it wasn’t his fault that he, a small child, had accidentally killed his family with a quirk unknowingly given to him by the Worst Guy. In the end, both of them are killed and we spend a good majority of the manga dealing with their Uraraka’s emotions.

Touya didn’t reach out to Todoroki as much the other 2 did with their hero counterpart, but Todoroki was still able to reach him by the end despite how stubbornly suicidal he was. One thing that comes from Touya’s declaration is that Todoroki doesn’t have to share his story since it’s already been told, but Midoriya and Uraraka knows things about their villain counterparts that would have changed the perception of said villains (especially if THEY told it) that, from the looks of it, hasn’t been told to the rest of the world. How are they the ones who are supposed to learn to not keep stuff to themselves but don’t speak up about this?? Todoroki had to bear the pain of his family name, so I don’t see why they can’t talk. They even got to cry about not being able to save their villain while Todoroki didn’t get to. Shigaraki and Toga could show up for ghosts/dreams for them, but nothing from Touya who had a ghost-like design??

Yeah, precisely.

I honestly hated ever since Ch 305 how Hori used the child Tenko vestige image for Deku's conviction to save the "crying child". I always felt that it was a shortcut and it meant that Deku never really had to engage with the valid points Tomura had.

For the Toga-Ochako fight, the copious amount of child images prop up emotionally their dialogue, which if you read without looking at the cute girls is pretty shallow.

While I'm absolutely dying for some cute soba-brothers illustrations, I do appreciate that Shouto engaged with Touya/Dabi in his hateful self, saw himself in that raging mad adult and decided to save him. Not an idealized version of him, but the sad reality of who Todoroki Touya has become.

And yes, your point about Touya already telling the truth is valid and may be part of the reason why Shouto is not trying to walk around as domestic violence poster boy with some charity program. Touya said what he said, Endeavor publicly admitted that it was the truth, and Shouto is just not the type of person who would re-litigate that in front of the public or expose more of his father or his mother and siblings than they already were exposed. Remember also Natsuo's wish to just get some fucking life away from the family drama.

So Shouto's way of working for the public good and become someone that make people forget about Endeavor is totally valid and like I said, it can be absolutely an inspiration for others who live in toxic families.

I'm absolutely, 100% convinced that Touya is also a presence in Shouto's head / heart whether a ghost or not.

But yeah, I've been kind of pissed off about the lack of Saviour Trio scenes. Mostly because Shouto and Izuku are close friends so it felt very artificial to keep them apart. But also Shouto and Ochako could have had some meaningful interaction, especially Ochako could have told him how Toga thought of Touya and how Touya burnt down her house as an act of caring. And Touya could have asked about Toga if more interactions were shown.

[bridgertonandchocolate]

Here’s how you know I was disappointed with Bridgerton season 3 part 2: I’ve rewatched it one time. I went through a second time on Thursday but just did Polin moments. I rewatched it yesterday. And I don’t have a great desire to rewatch it more times. Which is very unlike me. Since I rewatched part 1 every single day between May 16 and June 13. Sometimes multiple times a day. Just on repeat.

I’ve heard and seen some people saying that they cut a massive amount of Polin from what was originally done. I don’t know the validity of this but if it’s true all of the things I was expecting to see as I watched it is what they supposedly cut out.

Honestly I don’t know why we’re cutting key pieces of the main couple. And it would’ve been elemental to their arc. The episodes were long but I don’t see why they couldn’t have sacrificed other unnecessary storylines or just made the episode longer. I don’t mind longer episodes.

Better yet if there’s so much they want to include and they want all these evolving stories here’s some options:

1. Put out more than 8 episodes. 10-12 or 13 is fine and definitely enough time to flesh things out.

2. Make the episodes much longer as I already mentioned.

3. Make the show truly an ensemble show and don’t have a main focus.

I get why there is a main couple but it felt like there wasn’t this season. I feel bad for Luke and Nicola who put their hard work and whole souls into filming this and I think a lot of what they referenced during promo was ultimately cut. I can’t imagine putting myself out there in an intimacy scene and doing it for hours on end for a day or two and them being like never mind we’re not going to include this part now. Like what a waste. Like I got naked and simulated sex and you’re just gonna cut it? Okay.

I think they overhyped it because they knew people would be disappointed.

Ive seen some people say this season was awful. I don’t think it was awful or the worst. It was okay. But it could’ve been way better. I think as I rewatch more I’ll be able to appreciate it for what it is (hopefully). They tried to do too much and they ended up not doing the main couple enough justice and people didn’t get what they were expecting or wanting.

I know that they’re returning for season 4 but I’ve lost trust in the writers so I’m going to have to dampen expectations and lower that bar to the floor.

[lynnlovesspidahman]

this is me trying.

peter parker x reader

part 2. || part 1.

masterlist.

warnings : angst, mentions of violence, swearing, lots of self-doubt (peter im sorry)

word count : 2.7k

summary : There’s always two sides to a story. An apology is put into place.

Peter felt like he was living three different lives at once.

Each taking so, so much energy every single day.

His job, an assistant for Dr. Octavius at Octavius Industries. He felt guilty for arriving late every day, and still somehow having a job.

Peter was smarter than Doc, they both knew that. So that meant he would be called to office very, very often.

Usually because of some mistake Doc had made while working on the new prototypes of prosthetic limbs.

But the pressure it brought could get to be too much sometimes. One small mistake could cost millions of lives — or dollars — if not noticed early enough.

But he knew it would help the world someday, in so many ways. The exhaustion was totally worth it.

Spider-Man. Peter had loved and genuinely enjoyed playing his alter-ego.

Constantly, day and night, he was out. Out saving people everywhere. Sure, his work wasn’t appreciated by everyone but it was 100% worth it — to him.

But Spider-Man came with considerable costs. His everlasting lack of sleep. Peter can’t remember the last time he really got his 8 hours. The bags under his eyes made that apparent enough.

The physicality of the job, how many times had he stopped a car with his bare hands? He lost count years ago.

The bruises, cuts, broken limbs, brought immense pain, even to Spider-Man. Sure, he can heal faster — a nights rest, a heating pad, and your some soup is more than enough — But that doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt.

And the emotional weight it brought.

The crimes haven’t slowed, if anything they’ve gotten much more prominent all around the city.

The overwhelming amount of times he has to swing across New York to fight off large groups of thugs has become too much.

And honestly, he’s so sick of it.

And so, Peter stopped pulling his punches as much.

The guilt didn’t come until later.

He climbed through your apartment’s window after a long, long night of patrol.

You were sitting there — unaware of his presence— watching TV, all cuddled up on the corner of the couch with your mini Spidey plush.

“Hey, beautiful.” He called out to you.

“Holy shit-” You jumped and turned around to look at him. “You can’t just pop out of nowhere like that, you scared the hell out of me.”

You got up and walked towards him, “Was patrol okay?”

“Uh, yeah it was alright, kicked my ass tonight though. I’m worn out,” He stretched his arms above his head.

“Hm. Why?” You raised an eyebrow at him.

“Uhm, I mean I fought bad guys all night?” He scoffed, a stupid question, he thought.

“Or was it because you practically killed someone tonight?” You bluntly said.

You had taken a step away from him, like he was a danger to you too.

“They were a criminal!” He shrugged.

“Why does that matter? You can’t just completely take someone’s life away. That’s not who you are. Before you say you didn’t, you came real close to.” You stood your position.

It felt like you shot him straight in the heart.

He should’ve listened to you. But instead, he took a shot right back at you, a shot to kill.

“Again, they’re criminals. I’m sorry I had to calm things down somehow. I’m sorry I needed to do something to catch a break for once in my damn life. And you’re not exactly helping that.” He looked away from you. He felt ashamed.

You were right, he knew that, even then. But his pride couldn’t let him admit it.

“What is wrong with you? You love Spider-Man. And you always talk about how killing sickens you. You’ve changed, Peter.” You spat back at him.

He should’ve just ended it there, stopped the excessive violence, stopped the fight. Maybe then he wouldn’t have been in your kitchen on that faithful Tuesday.

It had been two days since that argument.

His almost perfect rep was officially ruined (Jameson had a field trip that day, too). The stress was at an all-time high.

He almost couldn’t handle it. He didn’t want to anymore.

He was still so angry at you for being right. Because you always were.

You were the one who kept him balanced, who took care of him no matter the time of day or night.

He hadn’t been back to your apartment since the fight, either.

But he would return to it after a tough night the day after. And the next.

And you forgave him, so fast (He took you to see the Barbie movie, paid for every snack and drink you could’ve wanted. It was indisputable on your end). The guilt from what Peter’s put you through has just stacked on and on.

Now he really couldn’t handle it anymore. 

And so, there he was. Sat atop a random rooftop rethinking everything.

He debated his life. His three lives, more like. Which parts were worth it, and which weren’t. (It was really fucked up, who measures parts of their life in worth and just decides which to throw away?)

He couldn’t lose his job, how would he make money?

He couldn’t stop being Spider-Man, he knew that.

And there was you. The biggest and undoubtedly the most important part.

But you were also easy to throw away, he thought.

So much stress and time would be lifted off of his shoulders.

(Little did he know, it would be the complete opposite. His injuries didn’t heal all the way like they did when you took care of him. Every time he was hurt, it would linger for days at a time. He missed how much you’d worried for him. He really took you for granted.)

And so, he decided in the next couple of weeks, he would break it off.

And he did. On the Tuesday the following week.

He looks back on it — to this day — and realized everything he had said to you that evening, wasn’t directed at you. It was directed at himself.

Of course he enjoyed loving you. He didn’t enjoy being himself was what.

He needed to be his best for you because he couldn’t be with anything else. He failed at being the friendly and reliable Spider-man. Him and Doc didn’t get the grant they’d been needing for so long.

And when he did try to improve when you called him out that night, it just wasn’t enough.

He didn’t deserve you.

He took everything out on you, he didn’t mean a word he said. But you didn’t know that.

Peter never had an outlet to take anything out. He couldn’t leave you with every burden of his life, Doc and him weren’t that close, and May couldn’t know he was Spider-Man.

He snapped that Tuesday.

And there’s nothing more that he regrets in his entire life.

But he couldn’t burden you anymore. He wouldn’t.

He did nothing but keep you up late at night, hurt your feelings, and make you do everything for him.

Peter loved you. And he couldn’t let himself torture you like this.

So he forced himself to let you go. You would move on, anyways. He couldn’t.

He listened to every single one of the voicemails you sent.

Every. Single. One. He’s never heard you sound so down (Because of him, nonetheless).

It took so much out of him to not respond. More than what he had to give.

And after five weeks, he finally caved.

He texted you.

9:52 PM

Hey, beautiful.

You wouldn’t forgive him quick this time, he knew that. This time wasn’t just some fight. He tore your heart apart.

But he would work for your forgiveness, he swore to himself, God as his witness.

You read the message immediately. He knew you had gotten off of work, so it wasn’t completely abnormal.

But you didn’t respond. He checked his phone all night and the next morning (He was desperate for something, even if it was an angry text. He hated nothing more than you ignoring him).

So he texted you again. He just went straight for it this time, no holding back anymore.

1:16 PM

Can we meet up?? I think we can agree there’s still some loose ends we need to revisit, together.

Read 1:18 PM

He was patient this time. He tried stepping in your shoes, and it broke his heart. He couldn’t imagine you snapping on him like he had.

He couldn’t live if you were angry at him like he was at you. And if you weren’t going to respond again he was debating on just showing up to your apartment. Can’t ignore him that way.

2:12 PM

Y/N 💞 : “Loose ends” is a funny term. You mean when you randomly showed up to my apartment and broke up with me for the stupidest reason?

He cringed. This was a dumb decision.

2:12 PM

I know, trust me. I just want to talk. And explain myself.

Explain my biggest mistake. I’ve never regretted anything more than leaving you and taking the anger at myself onto you.

He debated on sending the message, but he didn’t.

You would just see it as him trying kiss your ass into forgiving him. It worked before.

2:14 PM

Y/N 💞 : Peter, why? Why are you only just know texting me? Why are you trying to meet up when you tore my heart into pieces? Why are you seeking forgiveness randomly?

Why are you asking such hard questions, he wanted to ask.

2:14 PM

Idk, I miss you?

I miss you and still love you. I regret that night so much.

Can you just hear me out? Please?

Nothing sounded right. But he just went for it, again. At this point, he was pacing across his rooftop, anxious for your response (If you even gave him one).

2:15 PM

Y/N 💞 : Peter, I swear. If you make me regret this, I’ll come for you. Worse than any enemy you’ve ever faced and ever will.

He laughed at that one. You wouldn’t —right?—

2:15 PM

I won’t, Y/N. I promise. Tomorrow, Micks at 3?

Read 2:16 PM

You left him on read, but he counted that as a success — you didn’t refuse his offer so.. —

He would come back from this. He has to.

Peter was late. Fuck him.

Why did you even give him your time of day anymore? This man could tear you apart and you still gave into his words.

3:13 PM

Peter 🕸️ : Babt, I’mso sotry. I got caugjt up with worl, I’m bloxks away I sqaer.

You could barely understand him, but you were used to his usually proper grammar slipping while he was swinging.

How dare he? How dare he beg you to come out here and he gets to show up late??

He practically busted the restaurant’s door open. He rushed to your table.

“Baby I-”

“No,” You interrupted. “You don’t get to call me that. Fuck you, asshole. You ask me to meet you and you show up late? Are you kidding me?” You crossed your arms and stood up from the booth you were sitting at.

“Y/N, I’m so, so sorry. I got caught up with Doc at work. Huuge internal wiring problem. I don’t even understand how he could’ve messed it up so badly,” He talked with his hands, he was so cute when he did that.

You took a step towards him, and slapped the shit out of his stupidly attractive face.

“You don’t get to break me and show up late when you wanted me here.” The tears were back. You were livid. You shoved your finger into his face as you scolded him.

“I know, I know. I keep fucking up and I’m sorry. Lets just sit down and let me explain everything. I promise you, it’s worth it.” He put his hands on both of your shoulders to keep you from leaving and tried to calm you down.

“Hands off,” You pulled his hands away from your shoulder and slumped back into the booth.

You wanted to go home.

“Okay, okay.” He sat down and stared at you.

“Well?” You waited, “Let’s hear this explanation,” You rolled your eyes.

“Well, uh-” He paused for a moment, “I don’t know how to start.”

You waited for him to continue, arms still crossed. You really didn’t want to hear him out.

“Do you remember when I almost beat the life outta that guy? Like a month ago or something?” He asked.

“Yeah.” You rolled your eyes again, not exactly a good moment to bring up.

“I feel like that’s where it started,”

“Mhm..” You nodded for him to keep going.

“I started slipping. I stopped pulling my punches and I was so stressed out every moment of my life. A-and one day I just got so sick of it,” He started choking up, you almost felt bad for him.

“So I sat down and tried to organize my life. I wanted to rid myself of stress and try to free up time for myself in order to y’know, rejuvenate.”

You sat there, you were expecting plain excuses. But it seemed he had something real going here.

“I couldn’t rid myself of my job — how else would I be able to live? — and obviously Spider-Man isn’t a choice. And there came you. The best and biggest part of my life.”

You raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to continue.

“I was stupid, I thought that by taking a break, I’d feel more free. And feel more.. well less stressed out. If I had something to myself then I would be better and feel okay? I don’t know.”

You narrowed your eyes at him.

“Don’t look at me like that, please. I was so overwhelmed with everything. I’ve been so behind on rent, and crime just never stops around here. Its like it raises more and more every week.”

“I thought-” He took a deep breath, “I thought that if I had one less chore — trust me you are not a chore to me — life would get easier.”

You’re guessing he tried to rephrase his words he said before, he’s almost repeating himself.

“But it didn’t. At all. I was in pain all the time — emotionally and physically — it didn’t help at all. I said I didn’t enjoy loving you. I lied. I didn’t enjoy loving myself- or being me.”

Your heart clenched for him. He hurt you so bad, but hearing how he truly felt made you slightly reconsider things.

“I didn’t enjoy the stress of my life, and I don’t have any outlet for my anger. And you forgave me so easily the last time we fought. And I guess I took advantage of that. I took all of the hate I had for myself onto you. I think that will forever be my biggest mistake.”

Your eyebrows scrunched.

“I love you. So much, Y/N. More than words can describe. I’ve never regretted anything more in my life and I can’t ever be away from you, again.”

“I broke it off thinking it would cause me less stress, but I understand now that it was you who took the pressure away. Being away from you, Y/N,” He laughed (At his own pain, seemingly). “I’ve never felt shittier in my life.”

Your tears flowed. Your expectations were well exceeded. He’s fucked up so much, but he makes up for it every time. And this time, it wasn’t done by kissing your ass and spoiling you, you recognized that.

“I can’t explain how sorry I am. I regret what I did to you that night so much. More than anything in the world. I just hope you can understand that.”

“I hope you can understand me.” He kept eye contact, his eyes were watery. “I know how complicated I can get,” He let out a breathy laugh.

“Pete.” You just about whispered his name.

“Yeah..?” He wiped his eyes on his sleeve before answering you.

“I forgive you.” You smiled, still crying from his well thought out (you had to give him credit) apology.

“Wait- Really?”

“Yeah. I do.”

He stood up and hugged you from across the table.

“But..”

“But..?” He repeated you, curiously. He let go of the hug to look you in the eyes.

“You’re gonna have to pay for the meal if you really want me back.”

He laughed.

“I love you.”

He grabbed your cheeks and pulled you in for a kiss. He’s never kissed you so hard.

Stunned, but pleasantly surprised, you sat there for a moment. Unsure of whether you should kiss him or not.

But you grabbed his collar and melted into the kiss.

No matter how hard he had broken you, his words brought you back to him.

And you wouldn’t regret it, you knew that.

part 2 is finished 🥹

just wanna explain a few things just in case:

peter is a lil ooc w the excessive violence and it’s not him to be like that but i feel like every body gets to that point where everything can be just too much. even spider-man.

i also feel like he needs a healthy outlet for his feelings, being spiderman, he’s constantly busy. not exactly easy to make friends. but also being spiderman, he doesn’t wanna leave y/n with all of his problems, he’s supposed to be the hero. so he bottles it all up. to the point where he just burst one day and took it out on her. (not good!!)

also i felt like him being a man, he’s going to feel insecure if y/n’s the one taking care of him all the time. he’s the man, it’s supposed to be the other way around, but it’s not. and that’s okay!! often times, old traditions still lies deep within all of us. men’s mental health matters too!! men can still feel insecure!! EVERYONE DOES. but that doesn’t mean we (as people) can take out our insecurities or anger at ourselves onto other people. most times, they don’t deserve the hate we bring onto ourselves.

that being said, not everyone can be perfect. (peter is a great example) we’re all going through something in life and are constantly being tested. but, the biggest thing is to always persevere no matter what. you’re never going to have more on your plate than you can handle. if you’re struggling, always remember to reach out to someone. a loved one, a professional, or even me. my dms are always open. i love you all. 🩷

anyways,

likes, reblogs, and comments are always appreciated!!

i hope you all enjoyed this story as much as i liked writing it 💗💗

[saltwaterandstars]

Just a heads up - this post is me musing on what I want to happen when I die (which, hopefully, won't be for many years yet!)

So, mr hag and I did a strange thing yesterday - we went to a woodland burial ground to look around, to try to make a decision about what we want to happen when we die. This was triggered by us wanting to update our wills - the friend who's agreed to be our executor asked for some details about what we want to happen when we die, which neither of us could provide. I thought I'd make a post about it because, certainly in the uk at least, we're really bad at talking about death. And also because I'm kind of excited about what I've decided on?!

For a bit of context, I'm in my late 50s and mr hag is in his early 60s, so thinking about our deaths and funerals perhaps feels a little more relevant to us than the average tumblr user, though of course, who knows? Also, both my parents and mr hag's are dead, as is my only sibling, and I arranged three of those funerals and spoke at four of them, so I have a fair amount of experience of death and funerals in my (british, non-religious, white, working class) immediate family.

The most common thing to happen in the uk is for people to be cremated and to have a brief service at a council run crematorium, unless the deceased/their family is religious, which is much less frequently the case than in the US, I think. In my experience, often those brief services are a bit Christian (e.g. there are hymns), but more as a default because people are unsure what else to do. That is changing, and there has been an increase in 'celebration of the person's life' type services in recent years, but honestly, none of the funerals I've been to have really been in a venue or a form I'd like for me or Mr Hag, except that a close friend who died five years ago organised for her ceremony and burial to be at the place we visited yesterday.

So, we both really liked the place. It's out in the countryside and mostly consists of grassy fields with trees planted in them, rather than actual woodland. It's peaceful, there were lots of birds around and in the summer (I saw it in June when my friend died), it's a bit more meadowy, with wild flowers. When we were there yesterday, we saw a guy about our age sitting on a folding chair he'd brought with him, eating a huge sandwich, and talking animatedly to whoever was buried next to where he was sitting - it felt very friendly and informal and I could imagine doing exactly the same thing.

You can be cremated or buried there, you can have religious services of various flavours, you can have secular ceremonies, but I also think they'd be open to my flavour of non-theist pagan strangeness. I mean, they did have some standing stones dotted about the place, so I took that as a sign :-)

So, we've decided on the place, but we still need to decide on the form of what happens. Mr Hag isn't sure what he wants yet, but when I saw the place again, I was suddenly really clear that I want to be buried in a wicker coffin, and (I appreciate this might sound really strange), I've got very excited about the idea of grave goods! I have a lot of thinking to do about what I want to be buried with, but what's the point of it all if I can't leave this world channelling well-loved neolithic woman/warrior/queen, adorned with amber beads and strings of shells, wearing a beautifully embroidered something or other, and holding a small silver badger or something else that will utterly baffle future archeologists?!

I don't know if I'm the only person in this little corner of tumblr who's thinking about these things, but if you have thoughts on funerals you've been to, ideas of what you'd like for yourself when the time comes, any of that stuff, please do feel you can comment xx

[mjonthetrack]

Slip

Mahina was in her element looking out at the

water crashing against the sand. Remembering

she chucked her phone made her grimace at the

amount of notifications she’d most likely

missed. Yet sitting on the sand her eyes

watered at the realization of her current life

situation, everything was such a mess. Her

eyes wandered over the waves, to the kids

playing on the beach, even to the elderly couple

who were constructing a sand castle. How

did those people deserve a sense of calmness

whilst she was left to wallow in a storm she

had no idea was coming. If she was honest she

was grateful Jey stopped them, she had a weak

moment and the cop out was a moment of lust.

Mahina worried if the kiss would encourage him

or make him believe they were going to be

something. In her mind it was just a lustful kiss,

no more and no less, he was an attractive man

and she felt vulnerable in that moment. Mahina

was grateful in a way though that it was him

there, because how could she look at the people

she knew longer who withheld that level of

information from her. Sure he knew too but

what she appreciated about Jey was he was

honest and was very open about his actions, she

didn’t have to guess or walk on egg shells

around him. Mahina spotted the man joining

her, as he had went off looking for a restroom. He had really gone to a little restaurant for the

WiFi to send off a text to his pops that

everything was okay and she was in good care.

Mahina saw the way his eyes lit up seeing her

own on him causing her to wince, there was so

much hope in those dark eyes. “Hey beautiful, I

went to check a store out, there’s an Apple

store nearby, I already ordered you a phone that

will be ready for pick up, are you okay to go?”

Mahina eyed him warily,” that’s too much, I can

pay you back for it, but I appreciate the effort.”

Jey shook his head,”no way Nani, your money

is no good around me, remember?” She raised

a brow, standing while brushing the sand off

her legs,” I don’t recall that ever being up for

discussion?” He grinned cheekily, a dimple

showing,”that’s because there wasn’t, I decided

already, now let’s go.” She didn’t have time

to argue because he grasped her hand taking

her along with his long strides. Though she

happily enjoyed the scenery of the walk her

mind was still busy. “Ma you good?,””I went in

and got your phone, you weren’t behind me,

you've been out here the whole time day

dreaming.” Mahina shook her head,” honestly

this whole week has been so badly exhausting in

so many aspects I just don’t feel like doing or

saying anything.” Jey typed away at his phone

for a family car to come and take them back to

his vacation home. “You have had a lot of

change forced into your life relatively fast, give

yourself grace, it won’t all work out overnight,”

he spoke with aged wisdom. Mahina silently

nodded, thankful for the car pulling up as her

ankles began to grow sore. “I’m sorry,” she

muttered when they were back at his place,”I

know it must be a bummer having to be

dragged down by my moping and not wanting

to do much.” Jey laughed causing her to flinch

in surprise,” Ma, I’ve barely got you in my life

after waiting for what feels like eternity, I dont

give a damn if we was outside counting grains

of sand.” Mahina swatted his arm,” you don’t

really believe in that stuff like that do you?” Jey

nodded his head,” I wouldn’t feel the way I do

about someone I barely know if it wasn’t real,

I know you’re avoiding it because of your past

and with what happened with your ma, but

I’m not going anywhere, you’ll realize that

eventually.” Mahina sighs,” I just don’t want you

to feel like you’re missing opportunities, I know

you’re some big celebrity I know you’re around

pretty women all day every day, I get it if you’d

rather fool around with them.” Jey raised a

brow,”I don’t like sloppy seconds and half of

those women have been passed around the

entire roster and backstage personnel, if you

want come with me sometime, see for yourself

if it’s safe to trust my word.” Mahina quirked a

brow in response,” you want me to come with

you, to wrestling?” Jey shrugged,” I don’t see

why not, you could see what I do, plus I wouldn’t

have to be away for so long without you being

on the road.” Mahina eyed the ground, he was

talking so calmly about it all as if they were

already in a committed relationship and this

was just another day in the neighborhood. To

her she knew she had to get away before this

got out of hand. Jey sensed her overthinking, he

placed a hand on hers giving it a gentle

squeeze,” I am not forcing you to do anything

Nani, but I would really like it if you came.” Mahina tsked at his display of patience, she

found herself brushing her clothes off,” let’s go

back to your family home I’ll be okay, and you

should spend time with them.” Jey furrowed

his brows, standing to meet her he shook his

head,”cmon ma I know you’re not ready for

that, don’t worry about me right now.” Mahina

felt frustrating tears sting her eyes to which

she tried to rush to wipe them away,”don’t

waste your time on me.” Jey softened at the

display of her vulnerability taking her into his

arms he rubbed her back in circles,”I’d spend

the rest of my life wasting every second if it

meant being with you.” Mahina would have sent

a glare his way at the intensity he had towards

her but instead she grasped his strong frame

close to her smaller one,”you’re just saying that,

you don’t even know me well enough to feel

that.” Jey let’s put a frustrated sigh,” damn

woman, you’re so fucking stubborn, I don’t

know you because you won’t let me in, when

will your pretty head realize I’m not planning

on going no where.” The woman decided to

test the waters,”let’s go back to Florida,” the

man shrugged,” done, when do you want to

go?” She laughed incredulously wiping her

tears,” Jey you’re sweet but you really need

to enjoy time with your family, I know this

break will be over soon for you, go and see

them I’m going to rest.” Jey furrowed his brows

at her declaration,” are you sure Nani?” She

put on her most genuine smile nodding,” yes,

now go be free, enjoy yourself.” The man

rattled off some numbers in case she needed

them and hesitated by the front door but she

shooed him off with a smile promising she

would be okay. Jey felt torn but knew she

was right about his limited time to spend

with his family, he was grateful for her being

so thoughtful especially considering her

situation, he mentioned her bag had been in the

living room had she needed her things, kissing

her forehead he left out. The woman waited until

the same family car had disappeared out of

sight then glancing at Myers who whined,”cmon

buddy let’s go home.”

[demiaroacefrieren]

This post contains some spoilers from The Amazing Digital Circus. This post also contains critiques in regard to Vivziepop, Helluva Boss, and Hazbin Hotel. Vivziepop stans (as in the people who defend her work and her as a person) are not allowed to interact with me. Any Vivziepop fan who sends me asks (especially Anon asks) will be deleted. Any fans who DM me will have their message deleted and will be blocked. Finally, anyone who screenshots this post and makes a post tagging me in it to defending Vivziepop will be blocked.

I'm not trying to get people to harass Vivziepop and harass anyone who is a fan of her. And I'm not trying to stop people from supporting Vivziepop and not trying to make people feel bad about supporting her either. Watch whatever you want. Take this post with a grain of salt. And if you get somewhat upset with the criticisms I have for Vivziepop, then that's your problem.

Vivziepop antis and critical fans are allowed to interact.

Earlier today, I watched The Amazing Digital Circus, and these are my final thoughts.

Honestly, the pilot was really good, and I'm looking forward to it finally becoming a full-fledged series. And I'm looking forward to it expanding the Lore as well. I'm curious as to how Pomni got trapped there in the first place and other stuff like the void and the exit door thing.

What I appreciate it is that it didn't need copious amounts of swearing, unlike other comedy web series like Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss. There were swears, but they were more spread out and brief on top of the swears being censored.

Even though Gooseworx has worked with Vivziepop in the past, I find TADC to be leagues better than HH and HB. I've seen a video about the drama surrounding Gooseworx, but from what I've seen,the stuff they have done is much more tame than the shit Vivziepop has pulled.

I hope to see more Amazing Digital Circus content to come out in the future. I'm interested as to see where the series will go. Unlike Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss, it didn't feel like I was watching something that felt like it was created by an edgy middle schooler. The female characters had much more personality than the ones from HH and HB, despite it being just a pilot.

Another thing to point out is that the cast of TADC had a lot of fresh faces to the voice acting industry, unlike Hazbin and Helluva Boss, where Vivziepop relied on casting big name actors in order to garner more attention to her work. And I'm going to be fully honest, I find it really sus at the fact that the OG cast of HH couldn't return because they didn't unionize in order to get their roles back. A lot of them were fully new to the industry, too, which is the sad part. I wish that Vivziepop wouldn't rely on hiring big-name actors in her work and would hire people who are very new to the voice acting scene who are desperate to land a role as some of them rely on voice acting as their main source of income.

To end this post, I just want to point out that I'm not blaming Vivziepop for the fact that the original cast of Hazbin Hotel didn't get their roles back. But at the same time, that whole situation feels questionable to me. Until I hear the full story about it, then I'll decide if she should be held accountable or not. However, the whole hiring big actors thing has been a critique of mine for a while on top of the use of the r slur in Helluva Boss (even though it was only said once and was almost again, it shouldn't have been used at all as it's an ableist slur and I'm a disabled person who has been called the r slur many times in the past). I'm fully aware that HB takes place in hell, but using hell as a way to excuse the use of the r slur is ableist. It's still ableist to call someone the r slur regardless of the setting and the context. The r slur should never be used as a way to call someone stupid. I'm not sure if Vivziepop wrote the script herself, but whoever is in charge of the script should be careful of the type of language they use in the show. I'm fully aware that both Helluva Boss and Hazbin Hotel are adult shows, but it doesn't mean it's an excuse to normalize offensive and bigoted language. It doesn't help that the shows poorly portray women (like how Millie is just reduced to being Moxxie's wife and likes killing) even though the creator of both shows is a woman.

I'm just gonna stop here for now. I'm going to go back to waiting for more Amazing Digital Circus content to come out.

[barbwritesstuff]

This thing about your English teacher and undiagnosed dyslexia. I really wish people would stop comparing ones understanding of one's language to one's ability to tell a good story. One of my favorite authors, and historical role model, H.C Andersen (ugly duckling, little mermaid, etc.) also struggled and his original book are apparently filled will grammatical errors and everything, BUT he was a great storyteller which is why he succeeded. And I think you are as awesome as him.

I don't know if I have dyslexia or not, but the thing is, I was very behind at the time. I was 14, and I could not spell very basic words. I had no understanding of phonics, and very little grasp of grammar. I needed help and I didn't get it from this teacher. She said 'this kid can't spell' and bumped me out of her class so she didn't have to deal with it.

It's been 16 years. I'm still bitter about it.

I think teachers have a huge amount of power and some of them don't realise that, or just don't care. I have been a teacher now, and I know it's not always an easy job, but this particular teacher failed in that moment. She identified I needed help and didn't do anything to help me.

And, last year, when I was tutoring, I saw a lot of kids that were just as behind as I was. It's not a rare thing.

I don't know if it's a medical thing or not, but languages are hard for me, I learn them slowly and I still struggle a lot with things like spelling. But, I love storytelling, and so I write. This is why I really, really appreciate the help when people point out typos or mistakes in my work, and also why I'm reluctant to self publish (because I know I need a lot of editing and editors cost money).

I am really grateful for writing because if I didn't have this passion I genuinely think I'd still be spelling the way I was when I was 14. I never got the help I needed in my new class, so if I hadn't been interested or self motivated then I think I probably wouldn't have progressed much beyond that point.

Also. Computer. Typing. There are heaps of words I can't spell if you give me a pencil and paper, but my fingers know the patterns, so I can type them.

This post is getting long. I'm sorry. I really appreciate the encouragement, anon. Honestly, it's something I've felt self conscious of for a very long time. I don't think I'm naturally geared towards writing or language, but I just love telling stories, and so I keep doing it. At the end of the day, I think I've learnt that that persistence matters a hell of a lot more.

[adriellej]

All I am is yours

Warnings: None really, except maybe a little description of being at a NICU in Denmark, don’t know if that could be upsetting for someone.

Pairings: Harry x Tess, besides that, none, just Harry appreciating his little daughter

Word Count: 1,1K+

A/N: Thanks to Sara I had this idea! I work at a NICU as a nurse, and honestly, I love it even when it’s tough to see them with all the tubes and cords attached to them.

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A little explanation on the medical words I use, and what we do for the babies. 

Feeding tubes: they all get feeding tubes because they are not strong enough to eat on their own. It goes through the nose and down into the stomach. They eat every 2-3 hours. We teach the parents to be able to give them food on their own during the day and evening - we take the night shift. 

CPAP: CPAP is short for a continuous positive air pressure machine. It’s connected to them through their nose, they have them on at all times, except for when we move them around sometimes. It unfolds their lungs by putting constant pressure into the lungs. They don’t necessarily all get this, but a lot of them do. 

Electrodes and Pulse Oximeter: The electrodes are three cords that we put on their chests in order to see their heart rate, it’s essentially a simplified EKG. A Pulse Oximeter is a cord that we wrap around one of their feet or hands. It measures the amount of oxygen (saturation) in their blood, and it can also measure the heart rate - therefore pulse. 

Skin to skin: So we don’t pick up premature babies like we do mature ones when they get upset. Usually not until they’re week 33-34, so we mostly put a heavy hand on them, to make it seem like they are still in the womb, it gives them comfort. We do condone skin to skin though! This part is very important to also give them comfort, get to know their parents, and help them grow and stay warm. They are also wrapped closely to give comfort.

I think that’s it, sorry it got a little long, I just wanted to make it a little easier for you to understand my work and what I’m talking about in this little piece.

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Harry had barely slept for the past few days. The noise from the machines, the alarms going off, and the constant disturbance of people in their room kept him up. Tess was getting all the rest she could. She had just given birth to their beautiful daughter. The only thing was that Jesse decided to come out a little too early and be born prematurely - which caused them to be stuck in the hospital. 

He looked down at his daughter, the tubes and cords were making her seem even smaller than she already was. He put one of his hands over her tiny body, feeling her chest rise and fall. She stirred a little and stretched her arm up in the air, only for it to land on her cheek grabbing at the CPAP machine connected to her. A big smile slowly grew on Harry’s face as he took all of Jesse in. He wanted nothing more than to pick her up in his arms and hold her close, but he had to settle for a hand on her body. 

“You are my everything, Jesse Quick,” His heart fluttered at the sight of her. “All I am is yours to keep from now and till forever,” He smiled down at her. He looked over to his wife, who was using the time Jesse slept, to sleep on her own. She was sleeping so soundly, and Harry was overwhelmed with joy. He had so many feelings inside of him, so much love for these two. It was hard for him to contain himself, and it was hard for him to express himself, but Tess knew him. She knew how he felt, even when he didn’t.

There was a knock at the door prying his eyes away from his wife and daughter. 

“Oh, Harrison you are awake,” The nurse smiled at him as she walked over to them. “Last time I popped my head in you were all sound asleep,” She laughed and Harry gave her a smile back. 

“Yeah, her monitor started beeping. It woke me and I had to check on her and make sure she was okay,” He responded as a yawn threatened to break free. 

“Have you slept much during the night?” She asked as she started to unpack Jesse to take her temperature. Harry had become fond of their nurse. She had been there from the beginning and was in the delivery room when Jesse was born. 

“Not really,” He said, and the yawn he tried to hold back escaped. His body decided to emphasize he didn’t sleep at all. “But it’s okay Lily,” He continued quickly after seeing their nurse’s expression taken over by concern. 

“You do need your sleep, but now that you’re awake, do you want to change her and lay with her while she eats?” Lily asked as the thermometer started beeping. “She could use the warmth, she’s a little bit cold,” She continued as she looked at the temperature. 

“Yes, I would love to,” Harry quickly answered. He’d always choose time with Jesse over sleep. He could sleep when he got old. Lily stepped aside to let Harry take place before Jesse’s bed. He fumbled a little bit with the diaper, it was all so new to him. 

“Okay, so the diaper under her before you open the old and toss it,” Lily gave him a reassuring smile. “We wouldn’t want there to be a mess so we have to change the entire bed,” She laughed lowly, causing a chuckle to escape Harry’s lips. He lifted Jesse’s tiny body from under her hip to put the diaper under her. He took the small squares of cloth to clean her from the poop she had made. “Good, now if you lightly dap at her bottom you can close the diaper,” She guided him and he did as he was told. 

“Very good Harrison, you’re slowly getting the hang of it,” She praised him for his work. Harry felt foolish for not being better at it, and even more foolish for being so happy from her praise. He was a genius with 7 PhDs, but changing a diaper was difficult.  “Now if you take your shirt off and get settled in the bed, I’ll get her ready for you,” She gave him a big smile and Harry pulled his shirt over his head. 

He laid down in the bed and put some pillows under his arms, as Lily was starting to take Jesse off the monitor so she could move her a little easier. 

“I’m thinking we lay her on her stomach on you, helps her breathe a little easier and gives her more warmth from you,” Lily informed Harry as she moved Jesse towards Harry. Jesse was starting to get upset and made a bunch of noises. She slowly turned Jesse to lay on her side on Harry, laying her right cheek on his chest, before she turned her body to lay on her stomach. Her legs were curled up under her, and she quickly calmed down as she breathed calmly on his chest. 

“She’s starting to know your scent, and you for that matter,” She continued and gained a goofy smile from Harry. Lily started to swaddle Jesse with small blankets and a rolled-up cushion under her feet. “I know you’ll get really warm from this, but it’s the best to do for her,” She continued to inform Harry of what she was doing. It gave him a sense of understanding, why she did what she did for Jesse. “May I?” Lily gestured to take Harrison’s hand in hers to guide it over Jesse’s body. 

“Of course,” He smiled and let her. 

“The weight of your hand will give her some extra comfort,” Harry’s hand covered Jesse’s entire body, and he was yet again reminded how small she was. Lily put on the syringe that fit her feeding tube and checked for air in her stomach before pouring milk into the syringe. “Here you go, just call for me when you’re done,” She gave him the syringe in his free hand and left the room. 

Harry looked down on Jesse. Her lips were a little pursed from her cheek being squished by his chest. He could clearly hear her breathing from the machine. 

“I can’t wait to see you properly Jesse,” He sighed as he gave her something to eat. She started to lick into the air, her tongue popping out once in a while, causing him to chuckle at the adorable girl. He looked over at Tess, who was still sound asleep. “I can’t believe we made such a beautiful miracle, my love,” His hand leaned over to Tess’ hand and he squeezed it. 

“You’re going to love your mom. She’s quite amazing, caring and so very loving,” He whispered. “But you Jesse Quick, you are one of a kind,” A tear formed in the corner of his eye, his life was truly complete.

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