#how does anyone have the specs to run that thing!!!

[yansurnummu]

man every time I see a gif or video of da4 i'm like oh yeah so that's why it straight up wouldn't run for me

[coralinnii]

Congrats on reaching the 2.7 K followers milestone!! If it's okay to ask why specifically 2.7 K?

anyways I heard you were taking requests so I'll request something to celebrate with you :-D

I was wondering if you could do one where Idia, Kalim, Azul, Riddle rejects Fem!reader but ends up falling for reader after that, how would they react when they need to reject her and when the realization of them liking her back hits? (I tried to come up with an og idea but idrk if this one is actually good enough writing material :'-D)

 ‧₊˚✧ Waking up Too Late ‧₊˚✧

↳ Realizing their feelings for fem!reader after rejecting you 

feat: Idia ❋ Kalim ❋ Azul ❋ Riddle genre: slight hurt/comfort, open ending note: no pronouns were used but reader is written as a female in mind, reader can be interpreted as Yuu!reader, 

Question: Why specifically 2.7K? Well... I wanted to do something when I reached 2k but by the time I finished my initial wave of requests and WIPs, it already reached 2.7K ^_^" There wasn't a real rhyme or reason... I was just really late to the game

extra note: the joke in the start of Azul’s section doesn’t mean anything bad about him in general. It’s just Azul reminds me too much of myself during my younger days and I wasn't the biggest fan of myself back then.

Also, if anyone is wondering... I haven't stopped writing. I was just unable to find time for myself during the last 3 months because my classes and work didn't leave me time to do much outside of that. Seriously, I had assignments due on weekdays AND weekends! If none of you know who I am or didn't even realize I was gone... ignore me and have a good day ^_^

2.7K Followers Writing Event 2023

The Big Ooff

Regardless of Idia’s feelings before or after the confession, he rejected you in fear of change. He was content with the way things are, where he doesn’t have to worry about things like romance and relationships. 

Idia can’t imagine being the main protagonist for anything. He’s not the cool main hero or the handsome prince that gets the pretty girl. That's for the extroverts with high charm specs (a.k.a not him). Afterall, when does the NPC ever win? 

So when you, his friend and confidant, his solace and only exception, told him that you held feelings more than friendship…well, his system short-circuited. 

While the two of you said it wouldn’t change your friendship, you still wanted time away from him to heal the hurt. Idia agreed that the risky emotional roll dealt some real backlash to both of you.

The Realization

Idia tried to deny it, but he started imagining an alternative universe where he did accept your confession that fateful day. 

If he were to zone out during his level grinding sessions, he would vaguely envision himself in the same position, but perhaps with you lying next to him or even running your fingers through his flames. These daydreams would surprise him literally off the bed, his aforementioned flames burning a cute pinkish hue.

Some days when he’s browsing around online shops, he would occasionally encounter items that remind him of you.

Now, that in itself is not new but rather it was when he imagined how cute you would be if he got these items for you. Instead of your usual pleasantly surprised thank you, would you lovingly embrace him, maybe even kiss-! 

Ortho was startled to see his brother suddenly falling off his gaming chair, with his hands suspiciously covering his face. 

Crap, not only did he realize his feelings for you (which in hindsight probably was not surprising in the least), but he actually would like to be in a stupid lovey-dovey relationship with you. 

His Next Moves?

Continues to deny everything. So what if he wants a relationship with you? He can’t handle this new step even with these newly realized emotions. Plus, he was the one who blew his own shot by rejecting you the first time. 

So, he falls to his coping mechanism which is to deny everything and that he’s perfectly fine the way things are. 

When the two of you returned to your typical routine, he tried to keep things the way it used to be, as the same with you. 

Except it’s not quite the same. 

You weren’t sure if you were being conscious or that it’s been a while since you two hung out, but you felt that Idia was slightly more…attentive you could say?

He would give you first bids of the better controller before picking anything himself. If you seemed the slightest bit uncomfortable while sitting, the blue-flamed senior would offer you a comfier spot on his bed and a blanket if you wanted, before sputtering that he meant nothing weird about it.

He says he’s fine, but Idia’s is in no way the usual closed-off, sometimes cocky genius you knew before. He’s jittery, more prone to shriek and burst into pink flames to any of your gestures, and according to his little brother his heartbeat is slightly faster than usual. 

It’s weird…it’s like he actually acknowledges you as a woman…

Oh.

“Ahh, I seriously chose the wrong choice option. The story path…I wonder if I could still salvage a good ending…”

The Big Ooff

Kalim’s overly friendly nature, while harmless, is somewhat misleading and confusing to those around him. I mean, if someone threw a grand luxurious party for you, it’s easy to assume that you were someone special. Unfortunately, Kalim is simply just…too friendly. He would do this and more for just about anyone, no matter how special they may or may not be.

Nonetheless, you still wanted to tell him your feelings. You wanted to tell him how his smile and laugh hastens your heartbeat as you smile back. That you feel butterflies every time he extends his hands to you, coaxing you to dance with the boisterous Housewarden of Scarabia. 

To everyone’s genuine surprise, the snow-haired student sincerely apologized to you, not able to return your feelings the same way. All of your friends and also Scarabia was so sure that their Housewarden thought differently of you, but news quickly spread that Kalim never thought about being more than friends with you.

The Realization

To clarify, Kalim never thought about being more than friends with anyone. He’s happy to have so many friends, what more could he possibly want?

But your words did shake him mentally. He never realized that you would feel this way for him. On days when he can’t keep track of the lessons at hand, his mind would doze off and wander back to your confession. 

“Hastening heartbeat, feelings of butterflies, always wanting to smile when you do…”

The more he thinks about your love symptoms, he’s realizing how similar those feelings were to his own when he’s around you. It was why he would always try to find you in a crowd, or why he wanted to be your dance partner on any occasion. Sure, he’s happy to be around everyone, but he feels especially good when it's you.

The pieces are connecting, the clogs are aligning, and soon…

“JAMIL, I THINK I’M IN LOVE TOO!” 

“IS YOUR LACK OF INTROSPECTION THIS BAD?!”

His Next Moves?

Man is now a fool in love. He has this goofy smile on his boyish face at the slightest mention of you. Everytime he thinks about you, he keeps attempting to buy one or two grand bouquets of flowers for you, each flower as beautiful as you, much to Jamil’s chagrin as the vice-Housewarden has to keep reminding him of a crucial fact. 

“You two aren’t dating. Actually worse considering your prior actions.” 

Jamil’s brutal but accurate words brought Kalim back to harsh reality as he realized his mistake in not realizing his feelings soon enough. But not one to wallow in the past, Kalim sought to tell you his feelings just as you bravely did before. 

Whether I personally think if that’s a smart move is irrelevant

Whatever your response is to him, Kalim would fully respect your choice, prioritizing your comfort and feelings over his newly uncovered ones. Despite his well intentions and honest feelings before the realization, his carelessness hurt you and he needed to consider your healing process. 

Kalim would still act like a love-sick fool, however. Buying beautiful trinkets because he thought of you but won’t push them onto you if you couldn’t handle the heavy sentiment (thank Jamil for that). 

Though a little more sheepishly, he would still extend his hand to you hoping for a dance, small little gestures to make you smile even the slightest bit brighter…all this and more because “I like you” and nothing else.

Just because he’s slow in figuring things out, his feelings won’t change so easily. This special feeling of happiness, of love… he’s grateful that you taught him this whole new world.

"I’m a little much? Haha, sorry. I get really happy when I see you...It feels nice being in love with you.”

The Big Ooff

Please reconsider 

Ahem. Azul has grown accustomed to your presence. Perhaps even look forward to it throughout his daily routine, even assisting you in whatever trouble you always seem to get involved in. Some would accuse him of favoritism, but Azul argued that he was simply a gentleman treating a lady right.

He’s too observant to not notice that these sentiments are somewhat mutual. He thought of you as too kind and generous as to spend your spare time helping him around the lounge or to keep him company when the Leech twins get a little much. 

But he was surprised to learn that your feelings were deeper than he initially predicted. There was such sincerity in your voice as you confess your feelings that it shook Azul to his core and turned his human legs weak. 

However, he still had so many aspirations he hasn’t reached yet, opportunities he can’t miss. He can’t afford to split his time for something like romance, something that didn't register to him as urgent in the first place. Love is all well and good, but success is better and more tangible.

He’s careful with his words, gratefully thanking you for your confession and complimenting you with a list of traits he admired about you. 

But you should know Azul by now. He’s hyping you up before ultimately giving you crushing news. Like a company recruiter telling you weren’t chosen despite your apparent talents. 

You knew this, but it still hurts to have your dynamic treated equivalent to that of a business relation. 

The Realization

Azul understood you needed time away. Certain things were said that can’t be taken back and it’ll be a while before you two could feel comfortable around each other again. 

During this time though, the Housewarden truly felt your absence. He feels it when someone else takes a seat in his office where you usually occupy, when his mealtime feels less fulfilling because you weren’t there to enjoy it with him, when his headaches get worse from stress and you weren’t there to lend a comforting hand. 

This sense of void was like a stream of cold water slowly trickling into his body and mind until he felt heavy and almost drowning. What an odd sensation for a deep-sea merman. 

His mind became cluttered. He can’t focus on his work when all he could think about is where you might be and what you were doing. 

He reached his limit when he realized that he couldn’t even hide this internal conflict from Jade or Floyd when their keen eyes pick on every moment of his loss of focus, and they have an inkling as to the cause. 

…Dear Sevens, he might have made a great miscalculation on his own feelings.

His Next Moves?

First off, he’s going to spend some time in his pot. He needs some personal time reflecting over his own obliviousness and self-sabotage. 

Once that’s over, he now has to figure out how to remedy this. A plan to get back into your good graces after the blunder. 

He is a greedy merman. If he’s going to do something, he wants the best outcome possible, which is you forgiving him and accepting him while forgetting the past even happened.  

He’s read through countless relationship books, advice found online, and personal intel that his schoolmates were forced to generous enough to offer under an NDA. 

He’ll use the knowledge he remembered from your confession to his advantage, highlighting the parts of himself that he knew you liked about him. He shows off his good side in hopes to reignite what attracted you to him. 

If there’s anything to expose his intent with you, it’s the flush of his pale skin when you finally thanked him with that sweet smile he missed so much.

"I’m not one to lose an opportunity when within my reach. However long it takes, I’ll earn back what I’ve foolishly lost.”

The Big Ooff

Riddle was, in all seriousness, taken aback by your confession.

The studious Housewarden of Heartslabyul is definitely smart, but he’s just slightly lacking in the people-reading department. 

To him, you were simply a very loving person. He thought perhaps you were on the shyer side but always worrying about his well-being, making sure he’s taken breaks and to enjoy himself between his duties.

You were still a little rambunctious as lately you seem at odds with Ace as you’re quick to smack and silence the mischievous redhead who seems to snicker more often than usual as of late. 

Frankly, you left him stunned, his face similar to a deer in headlights. No textbook or lecture has prepared him to reply back to your sincere confession. 

In the end, he rejected you while giving his full honesty. Silly things like love and relationships were subjects he never thought to consider in depth, and he wasn’t sure it was something he wanted at the moment. 

He tried to explain the best he could, but you couldn't stop the aching feeling of your heart breaking. 

The Realization

Your relationship with Riddle took a blow but it was not destroyed. Albeit some awkwardness here and there, life flows relentlessly as usual. 

But that fateful day would occasionally sneak its way into Riddle’s mind during his spare moments to himself, recalling your determined face, coupled with his memories of your beautiful, clear eyes.

Nowadays, his heart would tighten, his throat would feel dry, and his breathing would be shallower whenever his thoughts sway towards you. 

Spurred by these odd symptoms, he finally looked more into the topic of love. The more he delved into talks on relationships, seminars on emotional attraction, and even tropes from novels, the more it feels as though he’s going down a rabbit hole of new emotional discoveries. 

For a while, the Heartslabyul dorm was on edge as they feared for their necks every time their terrifying Housewarden suddenly turned franticly scarlet out of nowhere.

Alone in Riddle’s room, surrounded by articles and books littered on his once pristine desk, Riddle found his conclusion; he’s in love too

His Next Moves?

Riddle isn’t actually sure how to approach you anymore. This whole “in love” experience is all too new to him. He couldn’t bring up this embarrassing topic with any of his peers, and much less with his mother (Sevens knows he doesn’t exactly want to replicate a relationship like his parents). 

But he couldn’t handle the sudden sensations of nerves that occur every time he’s close to you. He can’t keep up constantly chastising himself internally for flinching every time he passes a tart or a teacup to you during Unbirthday parties. 

He can no longer focus during his study sessions with you as he’s now fighting with himself as he dreams to hold your free hand or to brush a stray lock of hair from your endearing face. 

Was it as difficult to deal with as it was for you? Was this the reason you decided to confess to him? But the thought of speaking to you about something so intimate invokes nerves in him that he couldn’t understand.

No, he should learn from your example. If the natural progression of his feelings should be clear communication between those involved, then he will face this challenge as confidently as he does with any other. 

Prepare yourself, the stubborn Riddle has made a goal for himself. 

“I admit my inexperience has hurt those I cherish. Next time, I will respond to your bravery in kind.” 

[alchemistc]

Evil canon divergence (spec on the bucktommy storyline we would have gotten w/ a full season):

Buck doesn't come out to Eddie right away. After the Bad Date Buck just keeps on chugging along, doesn't talk to Maddie, doesn't come out to Eddie, he's just -- stuck in limbo, thinking about Tommy.

He can't stop thinking about Tommy.

Eddie keeps going to pick up games, and Chris keeps talking about Tommy, and -- Buck knows where the jealousy came from but it's still there, simmering, just... waiting. But obviously Buck's in his own head about it, and Tommy was right, because he can't even talk to his sister about this, he can't talk to his best friend about it.

Maddie and Chim still get married in a hospital room and Buck watches them wistfully and he wishes he knew how to handle all this weird shit roiling around inside of him at the thought that -- maybe one day that could be him. Maybe one day Bobby will pronounce him husband and wife -- or husband and husband. Which.

No one but Tommy even knows, and Buck is still thinking about him, and hearing about him from Eddie, from Chris, from Ravi for some reason??? Ravi got an invite to hang out with Eddie and Tommy and Buck isn't gonna, like, break his leg about it but he spends an entire day picturing Ravi in various states of mild annoyance. (A fly that won't stop landing on his plate of food. Check engine light keeps coming on but it's just faulty wiring causing the light to flicker. The barista at his local coffee shop keeps ignoring his request for light ice.)

And then there's the medal ceremony, and Buck is seeing Tommy for the first time since the date that Buck was so not ready for, but Tommy's kind, Tommy's funny, Tommy doesn't do anything weird that would tip anyone off that his lips have been on Buck's lips, and Buck is once again drawn in like a moth to flame. Tommy indulges it, for a bit, because maybe Eddie has told him Buck has been off lately, or maybe he just catches on to it himself, and he'd known there was a good chance they'd keep running into each other but he's also -- Buck flinches at the wings comment from Gerrard and Tommy sits himself down at a table with Chris and eats his weight in fucking cake and he isn't mean to Buck but clearly a line has been drawn.

And Buck is still thinking. He kinda can't stop thinking about Tommy.

And then Bobby happens. Eddie happens. Everything with Mara happens and Buck is spinning his wheels, Buck is trying to fix things, Buck wishes he had someone to talk to about all this.

He calls Tommy, and they're friendly, if a little strained. They meet up for coffee a couple of times. They buy their own coffee. It's fine. He's a good friend, tells Buck some of the horror stories from his time in the closet, listens to Buck work his way through the mountains of drama happening around Buck. There's a few heavy moments where Buck wonders if they're gonna start something up again.

Tommy makes it clear he's still interested, but also that he's not willing to be a dirty little secret. Buck -- doesn't have a fucking clue where to go with that. He gets it, though. He understands.

He doesn't know if he's ready.

Tommy doesn't push. He never does and Buck appreciates that but he sort of wishes he'd, like, give Buck the fucking answers?

Meanwhile Eddie's acting out, and yo-yoing between Buck and Tommy so they're constantly calling each other up to compare notes. Gerrard is running the 118 like he used to, and Buck is just constantly on the verge of punching that motherfucker in the face. So. He's -- calling Tommy up about that, too.

Somewhere in all the chaos, Hen and Karen are having Maddie and Chim over, and Buck's smashed in at the table between Denny and Mara, and maybe it's a Chim and Maddie moment he witnesses, or maybe it's a Hen and Karen moment he witnesses -- just the two of them, tucked together and quiet, at ease, one of them talking the other through something or other, supportive and present and Buck wants.

He brings over coffee to talk to Maddie. Tells her what he's figured out so far -- he's not actually an ally, he's building something with a man who just keeps showing up in all of Buck's worst moments and being there, yes he absolutely sprained Eddie's ankle accidentally on purpose all those months ago and also he'd fucked it up, right from the start, and now they're in this weird limbo and his best friend doesn't even know that Buck's halfway into a situationship with like, the only other person Eddie feels comfortable around right now.

Maddie reminds him of exactly how she and Chim had hit and missed, at the start. The work it took, the pain they'd caused one another by not being quite on the same page. Reminds him that he and Eddie have been through plenty and worked their way through it, so Buck can take however much time he needs.

End of season disaster happens. Pick your flavor -- it's a natural disaster, or a mass casualty, they spend an entire episode trying as hard as they can to save people, keep themselves alive. Have we had a flood yet? I can't remember if we've had a flood. (Dam break and lightning strike in the rain and tsunami but what about, just, like, a good old fashioned flood.)

Thirty minutes in, a chopper airlifting criticals out has some sort of system failure.

We all know whose chopper it is in the moments before it crashes.

And it's not like anyone knows they have a reason to keep Buck from this. Tommy's a friend to pretty much everyone on scene, there's no one who isn't gonna take it personal, they're all they've got.

Only Eddie watches Buck react to it a whole like like he'd reacted to Eddie getting shot, and in the aftermath, in a hospital waiting room, Eddie sits him down and waits for Buck to talk. So Buck talks.

Eventually a few people from Harbor start to trickle in at the end of their shifts, and Lucy gets one good look at soaked to the skin, wet sad puppy dog Buck and rolls her eyes. "Of course it's you," Lucy says, and plops her ass right down next to Buck to let him know that Tommy's been fucking brooding for months about a guy and if Buck isn't ready at this point he needs to be out those doors before Tommy wakes up.

Eddie cocks his head, well aware he doesn't have a leg to stand on but also he's just spent half an hour listening to Buck be smitten as hell and also worried out of his mind. Lucy gives Buck a stink eye.

Buck plants his ass firmly in the seat next to hers and waits.

(By the time Tommy's awake and coherent Buck has worked his way through any and every other hangup he might have and Buck kisses him in full view of like, six Harbor station folks etc etc the end.

"I know I said I didn't want to be a secret but I wasn't expecting quite this much exposure, Evan," Tommy says, still a little loopy from the drugs, and Lucy clears her throat from across the room, the only one who stuck around for the entirety of the sloppy makeout.

"No, please, continue," she says, and Tommy abuses his call button to complain to his nurse that Lucy is harassing him.)

[bycmykae]

🍵☕️Caffeine Rush: A Coffee and Tea x Color speed run zine

Concept: Contributors will about 2 weeks to complete a mini piece that relates to the theme of coffee/tea, features one of the colors from our palette and incorporates one of our secret prompts.

Content Restrictions and Requirements

Prompts: 🤫 Our secret prompts will be revealed in the Discord server once the project begins to add to the challenge. We will have 4 prompts that your work should relate to. Our prompts are open to interpretation.

Rating: SFW, PG

Original Zine: Caffeine rush is an original zine. OCs are not necessary as work just has to feature coffee or tea and people are not a requirement.

Zine Specs: Free Digital Artists: 1748 x 757 px Writers: No Min or Max but you only have 2 weeks FAQ listed after the “Keep Reading”.

🍵 Schedule

Interest Check: September 01 - 14

Contributor Sign Ups: September 17 - 30

Finals Due: October 19

☕️ Moderators

@cmykae - graphics, design, social, org

@thelocalmuffin - all things writing, org

🍵 What is a zine? New to zines? Check out https://zinebaby.carrd.co/ for some general information. For this project, a zine is a digital PDF that will be released for free.

☕️ Who can participate? Anyone who applies during the application period. No previous experience. No portfolio needed.

🍵  What type of mediums are allowed? 

Anything that can be put into a PDF, which means no music or animation. (Although contributors are encouraged to turn their pieces into animations if they choose to outside of this project).

Physical mediums like painting, clay, or embroidery is allowed as long as the contributor is able to crop and prepare files to zine guidelines. Please apply as an artist.

Chefs, baristas, and bakers are allowed to participate to create recipes using coffee/tea flavors, write about coffee blends, etc. Please apply as a writer.

Although short stories (fics) are most popular in zines; poetry or article styled writing is also welcomed.

☕️ Contributor Expectations:

Adhere to the guidelines

Discord attendance: mandatory.

Final deadline: non-negotiable.

🍵 Cover Artist Due to the nature of this zine (a speed run), we will not have cover artist applications.

☕️ Using our Color Palette: The main highlight of your work should be the one of the five colors provided. Artists: You only have to use ONE of our colors. It does NOT have to be monochromatic. You are NOT required to use all our colors. Writers: How you interpret and incorporate the color into your piece is up to you. 🍵 Is romance allowed? Coffee dates are okay! Please remember this zine is rated SFW, so nothing scandalous is allowed.

☕️ Can I draw digital merch? Although not a popular choice, artists are allowed to make digital merch. From social media assets to printable pages. If you are interested in making digital art, please apply as an artist. 🍵 Is it only Coffee and Tea? Anything made from coffee and tea is allowed as well. Fruit tea, Milk tea, Affogato, Iced Coffee, Tea Cookies, etc, etc.

☕️ Is fanart allowed? Yes, fanart will be allowed in this project. — - — - — - — 

Additional Questions? Feel free to reach out through email or ask box

[cammiluna]

For maybe half a year, I wanted an Android tablet with a pen after hating the idea for almost a decade because Android's tablet ecosystem is garbage and it lacked good art software for a while.

Currently, there's a 2024 Galaxy S6 Lite refresh that's exclusive to Amazon at around $250, and I jumped on that to try out the Android artist space again.

Since I already have a tablet PC and an ipad to do my main art projects, I didn't need a high end android tablet. Just something I can take on my regular commutes for notes and doodles which the other two devices are too bulky for.

I can tell you though, that this is pretty slow. Takes a while to load anything, charges maybe half as fast as modern phones or tablets in the $500 range, and while Clip Studio ran fine for drawing, I've had slight lag using the Concepts App. I suspect you can't make print-resolution comics with this thing, but it draws, and i do all my media consumption on other devices anyway.

Another thing to note is that the pen (which is included, yay) looks exactly the same as the S-pens that come with the normal Galaxy S models (at least my S7 from a few years ago), but it's not as weighted because there's no bluetooth hardware inside. I'm drawing with it fine, though I do switch pens sometimes.

If anyone is interested, I can write a long info post one of these days about all the S-Pen alternatives I know of and tried. At first, I was gonna save up extra money to get the new XP-Pen android tablet, but I like the flexibility of Wacom-powered EMR pens where i can choose between things like comfortable grip or something that magnetically attaches to the device or something. It's also easier to get cute cases and screen protectors for samsungs since they've been around forever!

There's three versions of the S6 lite. The new one has a slight spec bump and runs Android 14, so it should last a few years (both the XP Pen and Huion Androids are permanently stuck on Android 12). I believe the 2020 version is still supported, upgradeable to Android 13 and the third version is the 2022 version. All three are exactly the same in size and features- they just have different processors and android versions out of the box.

Conclusion:

I won't call this a beginner's tablet. If you're a beginner artist who hates apple and wants a standalone drawing tablet, but you also happen to have $500-700 standing around, splurge in getting a better tablet. If you don't like it for drawing, it can still be used for media consumption.

I don't regret this purchase because it does what I need it to in the most basic sense, but I would only recommend it if your needs for an android drawing tablet are the same as mine (super casual art and being able to try out android versions of drawing apps), or you are on a super tight budget. I believe the Galaxy S9 FE and the XP-Pen Magic Drawing Pad are good mid-tier models while the normal Galaxy S9/Plus/Ultra are the high tier.

This is probably the cheapest EMR Android tablet that comes with a pen and oh boy does the pen write so smooth!

I wish i can retire from using an ipad for art, but I need to learn how to use Clip Studio first since I've become overly-dependent on Procreate.

ah well!

[10sof1000s]

So, serious question: why is everyone assuming Imogen’s talk with Nick at the end of HS S3 means she’s a lesbian?

I’m not saying she isn’t, but I genuinely don’t understand how y’all came to that conclusion so surely. I know she said she doesn’t think she’s ever liked a boy, but it’s not like she said she’s ever liked a girl either.

Personally, I related very deeply to what she admitted to Nick, which according to many is an example of comphet. I’m a cis woman who’s had a very long journey to figure out I’m aroace-spec.

When I was in high school, I had two boyfriends - one short-term and one long-term. Both were ended by me. And both ended badly. When I was in college, I tried the casual sex thing with two different guys. Both of those situationships ended badly and for very messy reasons as well. I’m able to look back now and admit that I’m not sure I liked any of these guys the way I was taught to think I did at the time. I might’ve had a bit of a crush at the beginning, sure, but I didn’t actually want the resulting relationships or situationships. I certainly didn’t want the sex, though I did it anyway, most likely because all my friends were telling me dating a guy for a year (at 16-17 years old) without having sex with him yet was crazy self-control for both of us. That told me I should want sex, whether I actually felt I did or not.

I do have specific feelings for certain people. Like a crush or an attraction, though I don’t necessarily want romantic relationships or sex with these people. It does tend to be predominantly members of the male population, but I’ve also been attracted to females and non-binary individuals occasionally. But that could also be down to my neurodivergence (AuDHD), as the strongest attraction I feel comes in the form of hyperfixation, usually on a celebrity and usually an actor. For instance, I’m currently hyperfixated on Kit Connor. During the summer, it was Jonathan Bailey. The whole year before him, it was Dylan O’Brien. And Xavier Samuel was the longest-running hyperfixation I’ve ever had. But instead of imagining romance or sex, these guys are more like muses. I watch any material available of them non-stop, I learn facts and trivia about them, I look at pics of them, I obsess over them. And then I typically use them as characters in stories that I write in my head. Sometimes I actually write them down, though I’ve never finished one. And though the hyperfixation may eventually fade or be replaced by someone else, I still carry that attraction for them, like real memories I look back on fondly. Anyway, I probably got off-topic here and if you’re still reading, I sincerely appreciate it.

So I guess my point is couldn’t Imogen have a similar story to mine, like realizing she’s on the aroace spectrum? Couldn’t her admission of not liking guys result in her finding out more about herself other than being a lesbian? Did anyone else have the thought that her self-discovery could lead to something other than a sapphic storyline? Again, I mean no harm or offense if my line of thinking and questioning is so to anyone out there. I’m genuinely trying to learn about how others are forming their opinions versus mine. And if Imogen comes out as lesbian, I absolutely support that. She’s a sweet character who deserves to find the truth about herself. Thanks to anyone who replies with their thoughts!

[athousandboxjumps]

the newsies after the fight

AKA: me planning out headcanons because I want to make this into a fic. Also this is pure angst, you have been warned.

Race gets back to the lodging house first. Of course he does; the combination of long legs and adrenaline means he can run really fast when he needs to. There’s nothing he wants more than to smoke his cigar, but he lost it in the fray and even if he hadn’t, he isn’t sure he’d be able to light it with his shaking hands.

Albert doesn’t speak for a long while. There are a million thoughts buzzing in his head as always but for the first time he can’t form them into words. He just sits on his bed, holding onto Race’s hand for dear life. (Race is secretly grateful for this; he craves the touch just as much as Al.)

Henry can’t stop moving. Even though his ribs ache and it hurts to breathe, he fears the breakdown that will come once he stands still. Instead he floats between the newsies, checking in to make sure everyone is doing okay — or as okay as they can be. He needs to be useful right now or else he’ll completely shut down.

Finch is inconsolable. He can still hear Crutchie screaming his name. He could have turned back. He should have turned back. But like a cowardly little bird, he flew away. The others try to tell him that it’s not his fault, that there was nothing he could’ve done. He doesn’t believe them.

In spite of everything, Specs is thanking the world for small miracles. His glasses didn’t crack; his bruises are only minor; and as Romeo lies sleeping in his lap, he makes a vow to get up as soon as possible the next day and check in on Crutchie. He charts his course through back alleys and fire escapes to make it to the Refuge window without being seen. Right now though, he rests, carding his fingers through Romeo’s hair. Things are going to be okay, Specs would make sure of it.

Tommy Boy won’t let anyone touch Splasher. He finally got the poor boy to stop wailing in agony, and he wasn’t about to let some pair of untrained hands slip up and cause Splasher to end up in more pain than he already was. Instead, Tommy Boy gently wipes the blood from his friend’s brow and whispers soothing words. He places his rosary around Splasher’s neck; Tommy Boy has no idea if Splasher is Catholic or even believes in God at all, but he says a prayer of the two of them all the same.

No one hears from Elmer for a frighteningly long while. An unspoken trepidation that he had been arrested passes through the boys until Jojo silently appears at the doorway with Elmer in tow. He holds a prayer book, his face puffy and red from crying. What he’d said to the sister was right, it had been bound to rain sooner or later. He just hadn’t expected the torrential downpour of his own tears to finally bring him back to church.

Davey and Les come home to a terrified mother and a proud father. Sarah bandages them up, listening to Les’s every word about how things had been going so great until they hadn’t. Mayer jokes that now he and Davey have matching wounds. Davey doesn’t say anything. He can’t stop thinking about Jack.

Jack is nowhere to be found.

[spotaus]

I AM BACK :D As promised hihi

So. Ccino and the secret passage ways :3

I got this little idea a while ago and it lives rentfree in my head haha

it has to do with the fact that you said that the castle is kinda sentient.

We alsready spoke about how it used to be the tree and stuff and that the castle is made or petrified roots and branches and stuff (also i see how you called it the wooden kingdom. i see your tricks)

but that the castle? very much still sentient but can't do anything against the king of the land because of the apple.

so. What can it do?

it tries to shield each generation of children. but again. it is limited and the heirs are watches closely.

But you know who isn't watches as closely? who obviously deeply cares for both children? even when told to prioritise one? while knowing his faith is to be just another pawn/plaything?

exactly.

So. child Ccino. still learnig the ropes and everything. is sad a lot but isn't allowed to show it.

Maybe he notices something in the distance. maybe even a cat? weird. those aren't suposed to be in the castle.king nim will get mad and hurt the poor thing!

so ccino rushes after and like "kitty kitty. where are you?" he thinks he saw something behind the armourstand? he dives behind it but no cat but he does see this little door? He can't remember one being there before. so he enters it.

and it is tight. it is barely big enough for him. it feels secure and the path seems clean. not a spec of dirt or dust or grime? and he just crawls through it looking but he can't find any cat. but it is a nice little hidy hole so he takes a quick nap.

only to wake up in a panic and try to rush out. he was suposed to go to the entry hall to meet the new guards and-

he is... right by the stairs in the entry hall?

He rushes to stand with the others but whenever he asks any of the servants they just wave it off and say it are the servant cooridors.

ccino can't help but fele like it feels different. those passages are filled with supplies and often kinda messy. also those are big enough to walk and run through. this one barely fit him.

but hey. it isn't like anyone listens to a kid.

and ccino keeps finding more and more of these passages. some of them where he even has to climb up from one platform to the other. but it leads from the gorund floor to being right next to one of the towers! which is normally a terrible climb and run to get to within ten minutes! and this took two!

ccino even knows a pathway which leads right to the walls of the private study of nim. the passage ends perfectly that he can just look through a tiny hole in the wall and see into it wihtout ever being in direct line of sight!

ccino knows these pathways are different. but it isn't like he knows what it is...

(depneding on if you make him religious he could even just leave. tiny offerings to the castle (ccino thinks it is a spirit or god or something) because what else can he do?)

curiously? he never sees another cat after finding that first tunnel. at least. that is until nightmare takes over and the cats just SWARM him. he swears he isn't leaving any snacks for them out.

Omg.... finally getting around to this but- RAUGHH. ANCHA!!!!

I am. I am shlorping all of this into the Lore if u don't mind. *frantically shoveling it into an oversized thief bag with a $ to cartoonishly throw over my shoulder and abscond with*

No but so so fr. This is how Ccino survived in those first few years. When people expected too much of him, when he physically shouldn't have been able to keep up so flawlessly. Nim thinks nothing of it, just patting herself on the back for finding a good one and then ignoring him so long as he stayed in line and remained pleasing to the eye. (Ccino doesn't have a single scar either, no accidents, no broken bones, nothing.)

He used those passages like a lifeline and they benefitted him so so well. If he was on break and didn't feel safe going back to the servants quarters? He'd rest in the tunnels and they'd always have him awake next to his morning duties. If he needed something for Dream and Night but it was far off and he didn't want them alone that long, he'd hurry off to a secret tunnel and it would half his time. And ofc the secret spying passages. The one to Nim's study (which eventually became Night's) was one he used not often. He learned far too many heavy things. Ones that prepared him for his life, to shelter the princes, but ones he didn't ever want to hear again. (And the thing we discussed prior? I think that with his low magic forced by Nim as well as what little power the castle has, it was able to Erase Ccino's presence from the walls entirely.)

I think as a teen, the twins are bigger handfuls abd a lot more observant, so as long as they're around it's not quite an option to use his secret passages as often, but at that point I do like the idea that Ccino sort of treats the castle's help as a sort of divine power. He knows it's not the King, so I don't think he'd dare to leave anything physical, but on late nights he'd thank it outloud (or in his head when he's rushing places) for being so generous with him. It's a special privilege he seems to have been gifted, one that helped him survive. And, unbeknownst to him, his positive emotions actually *do* help feed the tree. His reverence towards it as an entity re-enlivens some of its old power. Just ever so slightly. (Dream and Night might have been the Heirs, but Ccino was the Tree's favorite.)

Just... this is so perfect...

Picturing Ccino as an adult still using the tunnels. To do his work as head of house, he's practically everywhere all at once, and the rest of the staff can't figure out how. He tries not to eavesdrop on people Nightmare trusts once he's got them, but he's seen a few of Killer's first trainings, same with Dust. Trailing them occasionally just to be sure they were safe. But mostly he just uses the tunnels to get to Nightmare more quickly. Kitchen is all the way across the way from Night's study? No worries, he has secret halls that cut the time in half!

Oh, and he's totally the guy who can't be trailed. Turns a corner out of a threats sight? Gone.

[aspecpplarebeautiful]

Hi! I was wondering if you or anyone in the replies has any advice on when to tell a relationship partner or potential relationship partner about being aspec. I've seen a LOT of conflicting advice about it, and as a cupioromantic ace, it really stresses me out.

Also, I just wanted to add that I really appreciate all you do in running this account and answering all these asks. I sent one before about a situation I was really freaking out about and your advice was so helpful and made me feel way less alone in the problems that I was having, which made the issue feel much more manageable. Thank you so, so much!

Thank you, Anon. I'm really happy a previous response of mine was helpful to you!

There's no rule about when the right time is to talk to your partner, different people find different things work for them. And unfortunately there always will be a risk no matter when you do it.

The advantage of doing it early in a relationship is if it's going to be a dealbreaker, figuring that out early is usually a less painful breakup. But it can be demoralizing if it ends up being a deal breaker multiple potential partners in a row. The advantage to waiting a bit and getting to know the other person first is that the potential partner is a bit more likely to consider things more instead of a knee-jerk reaction, and some people feel more comfortable coming out to someone they've gotten to know and trust a bit. The disadvantage though is that if your a-spec identity does end up being a deal-breaker, it can be more emotionally difficult at a later stage of the relationship.

One thing to keep in mind is that this is personal information, you're the one who chooses when to share it and how to share it. So make sure you're considering your own comfort levels when making these decisions.

I'll throw this out to followers too, especially anyone with personal experience with this type of thing. Do you have any advice on when you think is the right time to tell a partner or potential partner that you're a-spec? Or what's worked or not worked for you in the past if you feel comfortable sharing?

All the best and good luck, Anon!

[quirkwizard]

Which Quirks would be useful for astronauts or just general space exploration?

The thing with space is that there are so many things that can go wrong and result in you dying. In fact, "High Spec" and "Danger Sense" make honorable mentions of that alone. However, a lot of quirks are simply too dangerous, not applicable, or are too questionable around how they'd work in space to fit on the criteria. Like, I can't even begin to guess how "Dark Shadow" would work in space. So this is going to be pretty short.

Poltergeist: So this one could help deal with the issues of zero gravity by letting you move anything and anyone from a safe distance. Though it does make me curious if a lack of gravity would counter the weight limit issue the Quirk has.

Flight: This one is for more personal protection. I'm not certain if it can protect you from the vacuum of space, but you can at least help you get around. And since the user can extend it, they could help more things through out zero gravity.

Overhaul: This feels like cheating to include, but with how dangerous space is, you need all the help you can get. And the power to fix any and all issues, whether they be injuries or technical issues, would be immensely useful to have on hand.

Creation: There are a lot of things that could go wrong in space. You may run out of something or require a certain material to make it work. Just pull it out of your stomach. It may waste your food reserve, but it's better than death.

Size: Considering resources and storing said resources are so important in space travel, being able to alter an object's size would be great. You could shrink down months worth of food into a backpack or grow out a small number of resources to help spread them out.

[imtheiliad]

WITH YOU I SERVE, WITH YOU I FALL [1.2k | spec fic | eddie pov] {ao3} part one

a/n: well, i did not expect this to happen..but here we are, please enjoy but you dream of some epiphany from eddie's perspective, aka what the real world looks like. title from epiphany by taylor swift. enjoy!

There are moments in life when things slow down. When you can know what’s going to happen as you watch in slow motion. Sometimes it’s happening to you. and sometimes to others. The nature of being a firefighter is you see those moments a lot. Both versions. Eddie had his fair share of them. 

One moment he’s on the ground watching Buck doing what he does best. And then he’s watching as the outline of his body flails, and then hangs, suspended in the air. 

“Buck!” he hears his own voice clamor through the rain. He can’t take his eyes off Buck's body, dangling, limbs limp. It reminds him of a stained glass in his childhood church. 

“Cap, we gotta get him down. Please. How do we get him down?” his mind is finally catching up with what just happened as each fact rolls over him. They have ten minutes. The ladder is electrified. They have ten minutes. And nobody is moving. He's still up there. 40 feet away. Harness tight around his thighs, bearing all his weight. With blood nowhere to go. 

“I'll go up,” he offers blindly. 

“What? So I can have both of you in the hospital electrocuted?” Bobby fixes him with a look, “We’ll get him down.” 

“Bobby, we are running out of time, he could d—,” there’s acid at the back of his throat, “You don’t think he’s already—?” 

“Eddie, no one thinks he’s dead. but we have to do this safely. I am not losing anyone tonight, okay?” 

He nods. And his eyes go back to Buck. He can’t move anymore. 

He’s not entirely sure how they do it. How they get him back to the ground. But he still can’t move as Hen and Chimney wrap a c-collar around his neck and work to get his heart back into rhythm, get him breathing. He’s not breathing. 

Still all he can do is stand and watch. Praying for the first time in years. 

You spared me, spare him too. 

“I have a steady rhythm.” 

“Let's move guys.” 

He’s pulled into the ambulance, Bobby meeting his eyes as he closes the doors and slams them shut. 

His eyes land on Buck’s hands, carefully placed one on top of the other, pale from a lack of oxygen, wet cold. 

His hand hovers, tracking the line of his body until it lands on his still face. Cheeks waned, brow perfectly neutral. 

Chimney looks up at him, laryngoscope poised. 

“Do it.” is all he can say. Chimney never asked, and he doesn’t have the authority really but he knows the question. It's better this time. It'll work this time. 

You didn’t spare her. Spare him for our sake. 

He finally wraps a hand around Buck's and continues his silent prayer. 

He’s not sure how he lets go. How he watches them take him beyond the doors. 

He’s inside, Bobby's hand on his elbow. 

“Eddie, why don’t we go to the chapel together.” 

It’s not actually a question, so he follows. 

They sit. Bobby prays. He prays in all the ways that he remembers.

Spare him. For our sake. Spare him.

“Wh-what happens now?” he finally asks. Because this part he’s never done before. 

“You go home.” 

He looks up dumbfounded. 

“You go home, and wait because waiting here is the same. And you tell Chris. And find comfort in each other. Because Buck is Chris’ person besides you. He’s your person.” 

Eddie swallows, “I've— I've never had someone like him. I don’t— I don’t know what I would—I thought I knew with her,” he swallows again, “but this feels—“ 

“It’s okay not to know it all right now.  Just remember how important he is to you. Whatever that may mean.”

The rain continues to pelt against the stained glass, artificial light streaming in, covering the altar in dappled colors. 

It feels strange, leaving the building without him. 

--

“Hey dad, where’s Buck?” 

Because it’s Friday night. Buck was supposed to be here. Sitting on the couch, bringing a beer to his lips while they playfully argue over pizza toppings and movies. 

“Hi bud,” Chris looks up, his eyes wide with that knowing look that no kid his age should have. He sits on the bed. He doesn’t know how Buck did this. 

“Chris, there was an accident while we were at work, and Buck. Buck got hurt. He's in the hospital right now. And he’s going to be alright. He just— has to sleep for a while, so his body can recover.” 

“Like you did?” 

“Yeah, a little bit like that. But— Chris, it could be longer. We don’t know. But you know Buck, right? He doesn’t give up.” 

Chris nods and leans into him. And that’s how they stay until eventually Chris nods off. and Eddie lifts him and tucks him into bed. 

He makes his way to his room. The one now indelibly filled with Buck, his touch entombed in the walls. The throw pillows and the plant that he had encouraged Eddie to buy, never forcing him but telling him it would look nice and it would fit in the new room that they repaired together. 

They built this home together. In more ways than one. 

The next few days are a weird routine. Eddie goes to the hospital, he takes Chris Saturday morning. 

Sunday afternoon he walks up the path from the parking lot and finds Maddie standing with a cup of coffee staring after a car with Pennsylvania plates. 

“Maddie?” 

“They— they wouldn’t even come inside. It's been three days, and— I really thought that maybe this time. After— he’s only ever tried to make them see him. But they aren’t going to change.” 

He takes one of her hands and runs a soothing thumb over her knuckles. “He doesn't need them. He has us.” 

“I'm really glad he has you and Chris.” 

“Well, thank you. We wouldn’t have him if it weren’t for you.” 

There’s a hint of a watery smile as she tilts her head toward the doors and they head inside. 

He’s not even sure how many hours later it is. Maddie went home squeezing his shoulder as she left. He can stay, Chris spending the night with Hen and Karen. So he stays. 

His eyes wander over Buck’s body, perfectly still. His brow is still neutral. Pale. 

“I don’t know if you can hear me. If you were awake you would probably rattle off the statistics. But nevertheless, I need you to come home. Please.” He lets his finger wander to the Lichtenberg figure that has begun to spread further below the sleeve of his hospital gown. He had heard about them before. How they were created within billionths of a second or over years. How one thing can change your body down the line. How one decision is the linchpin. 

He thanks the God that he’s been praying to that he made all the right ones that lead him here. Despite every struggle. That he gets to be here, in this life, with Buck by his side. Whatever that may mean.  The hand around his grabs tight, and it’s a shock to his system. Buck looks terrified as tears pool in his eyes. 

“Hey, you’re okay,” and it feels warm in his chest as he takes a breath with Buck. Wiping a tear from his cheek. 

He barely remembers hitting the call button, but soon they’re not alone. Just Buck’s eyes fixed to his across the room among the chaos. 

Whatever that may mean.  Home. 

[writersmorgue]

Angst Drabble

(Read at your own risk: major character death, blood, gore, hurt no comfort)

read on AO3

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Katsuki wheezes, the cold winter air burning his lungs while he sprints as fast as his fractured knee will allow.

What’s waiting for him on the other side of the tall, vacant office building is no doubt worse than the pain he’s feeling now.

Dunce face had been snatched from right under his nose during their battle, literally.

One second he’s trying to clean the idiot’s slashed abdomen while they take a short pause in an alleyway during a siege, the next some bat-looking humanoid extra swoops down and yanks his flailing body into the air.

He watched, quirk refusing to work from how dry the air and how exhausted his body was, as the figure carrying his friend as he flailed in the talons climbed higher and higher into the sky.

What the fuck even is that thing. It’s not what they’d been looking for, nothing about Dracula wannabes on the comms.

Nothing that could prepare Katsuki for his failure to protect his friend. Nothing to blame on anyone.

But his wrath did nothing to stop those talons from retracting, from flesh to be ripped from his friend’s sides, and for him to plummet from the sky.

Denki’s sharp yell abruptly stopped after only a few seconds.

A small pop tells Katsuki if he could use his quirk it would be going ballistic. His hands feel like they could split in half, and even the smallest explosion is agonizing.

He skids around the corner of the building, nearly tripping over his feet as his body tilts at some impossible angle.

And when he sees his friend, crumpled into the ground, he does fall.

The last few yards he runs half on his feet and half falling over his hands.

His friend’s yellow hair is completely stained brown, and the red of the blood seeps down onto his dirt-speckled forehead.

His legs are pulverized, telling Katsuki he was unlucky enough to have landed feet first.

Denki’s eyes are glassy, practically vibrating in his head as he tries to look over at Katsuki.

He moved toward him, trying to make it easier.

The guy’s hand is shaking as he tries to move it, first down to his hip, then when he feels the bone clearly sticking out, he lets it fall back to the pavement.

There are bits of flesh and blood around a six-foot radius from them, and Katsuki doesn’t know how his back must look, but he’s surprised he can move at all.

Katsuki leans down, laying a hand on Denki’s chest.

“Hey, you’re going to be okay.”

The panic button has been pressed on Katsuki’s suit, and Denki’s was as soon as his vitals were fucked up on impact he’s sure.

An ambulance will be coming soon.

But they both know that’s not what he means.

“I… can’t see.” Denki rasps, small specs of blood spraying onto his chin as he speaks.

“Just listen to my voice, it’s going to be over soon, Denki. You did so good.”

Katsuki wills his voice to calm, to stop wavering. He wants the last thing his friend hears to be as strong and capable as he was.

It’s what he deserves, damnit. After you failed.

“I know, Kat. I’m… it’s coming I c-can feel it.” He sighs, blood dripping from his nose down his cheeks.

Katsuki rips his glove off and brings his hand up to brush a pink tear away from his fluttering yellow eyes.

Denki hums, the straining muscles in his neck relaxing slightly.

“Kat, I don’t want… ev’ryone t’ worry. So-“ his lungs rattle deep in his chest, “I die on ‘mpact.” Chest heaving, every word looks like it feels like hitting the ground again, “‘Kay?”

Katsuki blinks heavily, willing himself to keep his focus on Denki but the weight of the situation is pulling him somewhere deep in himself.

“Yeah.” He rasps, looking into Denki’s sightless eyes one last time as his friend smiles and lets them close, calmed by his answer.

“You were gone when I got here, Denks.”

Denki sighs again, nuzzling into the ground as if it were the soft bed of grass on the hill outside Heights Alliance that their friends would so often catch him sleeping on in the spring.

Like it’s Eijirou’s bed on game nights when he was too lazy to go back to his own.

Like it’s the last time he’ll ever sleep.

“Didn’t feel a thing.” His words barely a whisper on his last exhale, but Katsuki hears them clear as day.

And when the ambulance gets there, and Hanta and Mina fall to the ground in hysterics, Katsuki will tell them that it’s okay.

Denki died on impact. He didn’t feel a thing.

[sparkedblaze]

Hi here's all my favorite things about Livesies as I watch it

92sies

This is fsfs gonna be part 1 of 2 or 3

T/W violence, cursing, ets

The Overture. It plays all these semi-familiar tunes from 92sies with a little funky freshness to it and I love it sm

THE FUCKING PROJECTIONS AHAHHHHH

CRUTCHIE BEING THE ONLY OTHER NEWSIE (BESIDES ALBERT) WITH A BACKWARDS HAT

"I ain't been walkin' so good" 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

"Doyawannabustyaothalegtoo?!" "Uh.. no I wanna go down."

"Ya seein' stars alright."

Their accents and over acting are amazing

A big life in a small town SUCKS Jackson Kelly

Heh heh

*waves hand in front of Crutchie's eyes*

CRUTCHIE ACTUALLY CLOSING HIS EYES AND HIS LIL SMILE WHILE HE'S IMAGINING SANTA FE

DID I MENTION THE PROJECTIONS

yA RIDe it inStyLE FEACHA ME RIDIN IN STILE

"WORK THE LAND CHASE THE SUN SWIM THE W H O L E R I O G R A N D E JUST FOR FUUUUN"

"WATCH ME STAND😄 Watch me run 😀 🙁"

"hey HEY"

THE IDEA THAT THE PROLOGUE IS ACTUALLY A PROLOGUE I THINK IT'S @raggedy-albert 'S HC

RACETRACK MOTHERFUCKING HIGGINS

ALBERT FUCKING DASILVA

"A leg of lamb 🥰"

R A L B E R T

FINCH

BEN COOK SKY FLAHERTY IAIN YOUNG JOSH BURRAGE

MUSH'S HOP LOOKING FOR HIS HAT

MIKE AND IKE TRADING HATS

CRUTCHIE SHINING HIS CRUTCH

BUTTONS' HAND MOVEMENT ON 'FISHES'

JACK NUDGING SMALLS ON 'FISHES'

IAIN YOUNG'S LIL RAT BOY FACE

'Step aside Romeo nothin more concerns u here'

Poisonally

Kath's sass

Darcy pretending he's straight

"I'M CRUSHED"

"Gonna rain?" "Uuuuhhhhhh..... No rain oh-ho partlycloudyclearbyevenin"

"BLIND" "AND MUTE" "AND DEAD"

Jack taking Finch's slingshot

Flip

Tommy's lil hops

"I LIKES LIVIN CHANCEY"

ELMER AND BUTTONS TAKING OFF THEIR HATS WHEN THE NUNS SHOW UP

"I dunno Sister, but it's bound to rain soon'a o' lat'a!"😃

BEN COOK

ANTHONY ZAS

NICK MASSON

JOSH BURRAGE

SKY FLAHERTY

IAIN YOUNG

CHAZ WOLCOTT

AND ALL THE OTHERS WHO I DON'T REMEMBER THE NAMES OF THE ACTORS

Everyone hopping to give their cups back

"I DO TOOOOO SO IT MUST ME TRUUUUUE WHAT A SWITCH, SOON WE'LL ALL BE RICH DON'T KNOW A BETTER WAY TO MAKE A NEWSIES DAYYY"

Their entire lil dancey dance right here

Elmer offended at being whacked with hat

"GOTAFEELINBOUTAHEADLINEISMELLSMEAHEADLINEPAPESAREGONNASELLLIKEWEWASGIVINEMAWAYBETCHADINNERITSADOOZYBOUTAPISTOLPACKINFLOOZYDONTKNOWANYBETTERWAYTOMAKEANEWSIESDAYIWASSTAKINOUTTHECIRCUSANDTHENSOMEONESAIDTHATCONEYSREALLYHOTBUTWHENIGOTTHERETHEREWASSPOTWITHALLHISCRONIESYOIMGONNATAKEWHATLITTLEDOUGHIGOTANDPLAYTHEPONIESWEATLEASTDESERVESAHEADLINEFORTHEHOURSTHATTHEYWORKUSJEEZIBETIFIJUSTSTAYEDALITTLELONGERATTHECIRCUS"

Finch finger guns

Jack taking Finch's hat

Smalls diving under Finch's leg

Finch's face right before they say 'yeah!'

Whatever Al's face is doing ever

*disappointment*

Romeo waving like the little bean he is

"WATCH IT"

"It's honest woik"

"AINCHA FADDA ONE O THA STRIKAS"

Albert and Racer

Ralbert

Whack whack

The Delanceys running into each other

Morris hopping from steps

Everyone getting their bags

ALBERT PUT YOUR FUCKING HAT ON

Big smiles everyone, we just finished the first big number Race: :O

Davey trying to slow Les

"I'll call ya sweetheart if you spot me 50 papes"

"I'M NEW TOO"

Albert, to Jojo: Yo check this shit out. Watch what I'm about to do to this bitch "YOU HAVE A VERRRRY INTERESTING FACE. EVER THOUGHT ABOUT GETTIN' INTO MOVIN' PITCHAS?!"

"BUY A TICKET THEY LET ANYONE IN"

*Does not pay*

Everyone's face when they laugh at Jack making fun of Oscar

"The faymus Jack Kelly"

Ben Cook's dumbass socks

Jack's "holy fuck he can do math" face

Specs laughing at Jack's reaction to Les knowing math

"That's disgusting"

W i b b l e

Specs never using stairs properly

Albert riding in on Pulitzer's desk

FOOTBALL? *whack* VIOLENT? *whack*

"Guess what? He got elected." *runs*

Nunzio.

My roommate and I accidentally mashing cut and slit like twice and so now we say slut instead of either

"-like an army that's marching to war." I mean... He wasn't wrong

Has anyone noticed how similar Hannah and Kath look?

BIG STEP BIG STEP BIG STEP

"buy a pape from a poor orphan boy" *cough cough*

"BORN TO THE BREED"

"THIS IS SO MUCH BETTER THAN SCHOOL" "This kid"

Racetrack hawkin in the background and bolting when Snyder comes

"Doesn't everyone?"

ALL THE CONTINUITY ERRORS IN MEDDA'S THEATER. THE BOYS GOING FROM NEWSIES TO FAKE MUSTACHE MEN AND BACK

LOVEY DOVEY BABY PLAYING IN THE BACKGROUND

Jack saying pocket with the same intensity that Draco Malfoy says Potter

MEDDA FUCKING LARKIN

"The only thing I own is the mortgage"

"ARE YOU BLIND SHE GOT NO CLOTHES ON"

The look Jack and Davey share when Medda says she knows the governor

"YOU PICTURED THAT?!"

"Take it easy, it's a bunch of trees."

"Jeez! I never knew no one with a aptitude!"

"I AM?! HOW 'M I DOIN'?!"

'I'm better than you' the song

Jack's lil figure 8 dance with just his head

"And prayers from the Pope"

Devin Lewis as Jack for like two scenes.

"AND. MY. BANK."

Watching Jack recognize Katherine

"Why don't you go find out?" 👀

"You want I should lock the door"

"Doin what?"

It's hard to like a whole lot about the scenes where they're flirting bc Kath is so outwardly uncomfy with it

And also they're both simps for Jacobses

*two finger point*

"sOrry mIss mEddA"

Jack's hesitation before he starts singing

"Girls are nice, once or twice, til I find someone new" You bisexual pining bitch

Does anyone know who does the actual sketch?

T H E P R O J E C T I O N

"-and you lie like a rug!"

"What are you doing?!"

"Hey-hey quiet down there's a show goin' on!"

"Shhhhhhhhh"

"Everr"

HAT TIP AND SMIRK AS JACK IS CLIMBING DOWN

MIKE AND IKE GIVING OFF THE MAJOREST SIBLING EVERGY

"Sirens is like lullabies to me."

DELANCEY DEVASTATION AT "they've got a mother" THEY'RE SO TRASH AND HURT I LOVE THEM

"He traded her for a box o' cigars!" "HEY THEY WAS CORONAS"

"Ain't we the hoi polloi!"

"Ask me after they put up the headline"

"Is that news?" "ITISTOME"

Romeo. R O M E O

"I ain't payin' no sixty."

DEUS SPECS MACHINA

BAMBAM "C'mere fellas"

Henry's pose as he says "AIN'T WE GOT NO RIGHTS?!"

IK THAT EVERYONE SAYS TOMMY LOOKS DOWN BC HE'S CONFUSED WHEN JACK SAYS 'WOULD YOU KEEP YOUR SHIRT ON' BC HE'S WEARING A SHIRT YADDA YADDA BUT HE'S NOT THAT'S HIS UNDERSHIRT. SO HE'S CONFUSED BC HIS SHIRT IS ALREADY OFF. BACK IN THOSE TIMES BEING IN JUST YOUR UNDERSHIRT, YOU MAY AS WELL HAVE NO SHIRT. THX FOR COMING TO MY TED TALK

LES SHOVING PEOPLE

Crutchie desperately trying to hop to keep up

Jojo and Elmer.

"Hey Jack you still thinkin?" "Sure he is. Can't ya smell smoke?"

(I'm out of character limits so this is part 1)

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15 Questions For 15 Friends

@vhagar-balerion-meraxes @very-straight-blog @aegon-the-elder @liv-cole thank you for tagging me🤗

Are you named after anyone? Not exactly: the name I was given was my maternal granddad's favourite one (he died a few years before I was born).

When was the last time you cried? Yesterday.

Do you have kids? No.

What sport do you play / have played? Save the stuff I did for my PE classes, none (I used to be quite good at middle-distance running, though). I am more of a yoga/ballrom dancing girlie.

Do you use sarcasm? Yep, quite often. 

What's the first thing you notice about people? The way they look at people (the expression in their eyes).

What's your eye color? Short answer: green. Long answer: green background with a greyish-blue band on the outer rim and some specs that change color with time (they went from light yellow to amber to ochre, and judging by my mom's eyes next comes the color of rust and then one of dark chocolate).

Scary movies or happy endings? I choose happy endings but only because I have to choose. I love horror movies!

Any talents? - Does being very (scarily, according to some of my friends) good at planning, organizing, managing limited resources etc count?😂 Plus I often manage to calm down people who are freaking out (I even have an appropriate nickname which is also connected to my actual name). Also, looks like I am not bad at writing things (analytical stuff and a bit of poetry).

What are your hobbies? Reading, writing poetry, listening to music, watching TV shows and movies - and travelling, as much as I can.

Do you have any pets? Right now, no.

How tall are you? 5'3'' (160 cm).

Favorite subject in school? Tie betwen social studies and English (a foreigh language for me).

Dream job? Project manager in a company involved in doing something truly useful and important for people's everyday life.

Tagging (no pressure and sorry for the repeat tagging that's bound to happen😊) @dr-aegon @ladystarksneedle @guillermosfamiliar @thesunfyre4446 @mejcinta

@redrosesandcharmingsouls @sidraofthewildflowers @wolfdressedinlace @starfallsalyshightower @heretherebebookdragons

@starlitelwing @vipervixxen @worms-on-multiple-strings @troublesomesnitch @sylvancastor

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A3! reading club: act one (chapter 1-6)

(cw: talking about parental neglect and abuse, orientalism, one mention of suicide)

Hey, ten out of twelve isn't bad, all things considered! This very well could have gone down in October. Also, since it's February (March if you wanna be generous), does that mean everyone in Harugumi's slightly younger than their Year One ages now? Ack, timelines are confusing.

Izumi casually talking about how Yukio neglected her and following it up with "well, it was probably because he loved this theater so much!" is. Oh, girl. No wonder she snapped when Sakyo suggested he'd abandoned Mankai, because if he hadn't loved it, then why did she have to go through with that?

I'm not versed enough in Japanese particles but I recognize "daijoubu" and Tsuzuru watching this trainwreck unfold and saying something along the lines of "are you guys, like, okay?" is extremely funny.

Then we get to Sakuya and Masumi's family situations, which. From a meta perspective, it makes sense to want to give your minor protagonists the freedom that having parents limits. That's why the trope of "young protagonist in kid's spec fic media is conveniently an orphan" is so common. (was? I think it's becoming less common now.) The problem lies in the lack of willingness to follow through with the emotional conflict it creates, or resolve said conflict in a satisfying manner. Sure, I'm assuming they weren't starved or physically abused, but being treated like a burden when you're a child is still fucking traumatizing! Basically I think Izumi Sakuya and Masumi should start a union. And I'm glad later chapters go the reasonably more toned-down route of "my parents have a reasonable amount of trust in me to make these kinds of decisions".

Also, can we talk about Sakuya and Masumi, because they're one of my favorite brotps here. The way Sakuya appoints himself as Masumi's surrogate big brother? He's so eager to potentially share a room with him ;-;. (personally I hc that Ms. Sakuma was expecting another child before the accident or whatever killed them, so Sakuya's been a big brother without a younger sibling all this time </3)

Wow, that doesn't sound like a metaphor for anything! You're right, Izumi, why would you go the easy route of taking something prepackaged and guaranteed when a bunch of wildly different spices can create a delicious meal if you know how to utilize them right?

Am I grasping at straws here. Probably.

The little ka-ching sound effect is adorable.

Tsuzuru, I'd think "antagonist" should be near the top of the list...also, there's plenty of plays that have been pulled off with two or three actors. Just put on "night, Mother" or something. (Joking. Don't look up night, Mother if you're sensitive to themes of suicide.)

"Tsuzuru, you picked this troupe because it had a dorm, right? ...Then maybe our best bet is to focus on more people in your shoes."

"People in my shoes? In other words...."

"The homeless?"

I CAN'T ASJHGSKSDSK

he's literally doing the 😔 face i'm on the floor.

HE'S HERE! Funny how Izumi's right about Citron not being a regular tourist right off the bat. He may not be from another troupe, but he's definitely "in character" right now.

Also, oof. Citron's my second fave in Harugumi after Sakuya, but it's glaringly obvious how much of his character is rooted in orientalism. Sure, maybe it's an act, but why is he talking about how "shameful" showing skin is when his top is (conveniently for us) THAT low-cut.

On another note, I know people have pointed out his distaste for pig's feet as evidence for headcanoning him as Muslim, but I haven't seen anyone point out how he calls Veludo Way a "mecca" of theatre. Like yeah, mecca can just mean hub, but...why didn't they just say hub? Words Have Connotations. I'm not saying this coding is good or bad, it's just a neutral observation.

AND HERE'S THIS BASTARD (affectionate)

Oh, Kasumi! (insert pointing reaction pic bc I've run out of photo space.) It's Kasumi, guys! :D

[bishop-percival]

@stuckinuniformdevelopment

(prev) Theodore nodded in response. Clearly they (mostly Lola and the lazy new guy) needed all the supervision they could get. The only shocking aspect of Bishop Percival’s grand reveal was how brazen it was. Especially when he emphasized how it was about him gaining power, with the Glornch being a mere afterthought. Theodore had to wonder if inquiring about the origin of his power after summoning a demon solidly put him in the theorizing camp. While the rest of the congregation processed the news Theodore mentally reviewed the questions he wanted to ask. “Then does strengthening the Glornch mean that some power is distributed among us?” He already knew the answer. But there were a lot of Glornists who’d take the idea and run with it. As fun as the potential chaos was… He snuck a glance at Reverend Miriam. …If she suspected him of trying to summon a demon again his chances of her teaching him about magic— the proper way— would become nil. That and Bishop Percival may take the opportunity to turn his question into recruitment fuel. Most of Theodore’s non-smartass questions seemed fairly safe. So he raised his hand, then raised his voice as he asked, “How close are you to your goal? Do you have an estimate on when you’ll be able to ascend? What will your godly domains be?” Then he paused to ready himself to write. May as well throw in some flattery. “Lastly: May I photograph you after the service to commemorate the occasion?”

Bishop Percival briefly looked unimpressed before forcing a smile at Bowtie while he asked his questions. Why wasn’t he surprised this nosy dork was the first one to start yapping?

“Good questions, Bowtie! While there’s no putting even an estimate on when I’ll officially accomplish this, I can say with confidence that I am very far in my progress. This is evidenced by the crazy strong magic abilities I can wield! My domains will be blood, revenge, and with any luck, madness!”

Then Percival dropped his smile as he unfortunately didn’t find flattery in Bowtie’s last question. “And no. Not right now.”

After the bishop’s last answer, another hand shot up. Instead of immediately voicing her question, though, Autumn stood to reverently bow in the hopes they wouldn’t sound so accusatory.

“Your Excellency, I ask this with respect but… Why’ve you kept quiet about this for so long?”

Bishop Percival nodded in understanding. “Another great question, Specs! You of anyone surely remember that futile little insurrection a few years ago, right? That was all because they were jealous of me simply being magical. And so I wanted to wait until I was sure I could trust you, my current band of faithful ones, to not get yourselves in another violent jealous tizzy over this! And also to wait until..,” Percival hammered his fist into his palm, “I’m powerful enough to stamp such a thing out faster.”

Autumn bowed again and responded with, “I see…” She then sat back down.

Mike briefly fidgeted with his thumbs before forcing himself to stop.