#how much goods can be found in any ration card

[gguk-n]

if you still take requests would you like to write an oscar x reader where they got to know by a coincident and the reader knows absolutely nothing abt f1 and also not oscar so when he was like I drive for f1 she was like wtf should I do with that information??

She doesn’t like cars

{Reader’s POV}

I met Oscar at a grocery store after I had moved to Monaco. The company I worked at were establishing a new branch here and wanted me to help smooth out the process. Who was I to say no to an opportunity of a life time? But being away from friends and family got very difficult when you enjoy being around people.

I only got the weekend off; so I had to make the best of the situation. I was grabbing milk at the grocery store when another hand grabbed the same carton. I looked at the tall, handsome man next to me; “I grabbed that first” I said. “Sorry” he quietly apologised and moved on. We kept running into each other in different isles and the more I stared at him and his toned thighs I found myself drooling. Well, it’s not everyday an attractive man keeps running into you. So, I did what any rational single woman would do and asked him out. To my surprise, he said yes. I doubt myself too much sometimes, I had thought.

We started going out on dates and spending time together. He was rich and had a pretty decent apartment he owned, from what I gathered. He must make quite a decent amount or he comes from money since he’s constantly away on what I assume are business trips over the weekends every few weeks. Did I ask what he did? No. Did he ask what I did? Not particularly. But I did give him my business card.

We were cuddling on one of these days while Oscar was raking his fingers through my hair; “You always help me feel normal” he whispered. “You make me feel rich” I giggled. “What’s mine’s yours babe” he retorted. “Sure, darling” I muttered. “I’ll be gone over the weekend, again” he said stopping his hand movement. “Again? Don’t you think your boss hates you or something with how much they make you go on trips or maybe they love you” I voiced my concern. Oscar laughed a deep laugh which sent vibrations through my body. “Baby, I know this year’s schedule has been a little more hectic with more races” he lamented. “What races?” I asked. “Formula One races” he replied quizzically. “What’s that?” I asked narrowing my eyes. “You don’t know?” He questioned. “Don’t make me feel stupid for not knowing” I whined.

Oscar sighed before speaking, “so, what you’re saying is all this time you had no clue that I was a Formula One driver?” he asked. “Do you test cars or something. I thought they had dummies for that” I quizzed. Oscar was now sat up an amused expression on his face. “No baby, I drive for McLaren” he explained. “Good for you?” I said slowly, I didn’t want him to feel bad about his job or the fact that I knew nothing about it. But since when did they pay test drivers so much?

Oscar started laughing, “that’s it. Take the weekend off. We’re going to Singapore” he announced. “Not this suddenly” I said. “It’s next week. We’ll fly together. Can’t have my girlfriend not knowing what I do for work” he announced kissing my lips.

My interest was piqued so I ended up googling Formula One. My jaw was on the floor when I realised that Oscar was one of the twenty drivers; he was crème de la crème when it came to motor sport. We’d been dating for a while and I knew nothing about what he did, no wonder he owned a place in Monaco; I couldn’t help but laugh. But in my defence my country isn’t huge on motor sports, so I’m sure Oscar can forgive me.

“You didn’t tell me you won 2 races” I announced after finishing dinner that day. “Oh! Did you google me?” He asked. “Nope, I google formula one and you were on top of the list for the previous race. Then I googled you” I explained. Oscar nodded. I sat down on Oscar’s lap, facing him. “Can’t believe you make so much money and let me pay for our meals” I said shaking my head. “That was one time and you insisted” Oscar explained. “Still” I whined. “Can’t wait to watch you win, people say you are really good” I smirked. “Yeah” he said. “Cocky much.” I laughed. “Maybe you can show me how good you are, now” I winked. “I can show you how good I am in everything” he smirked. “I love you, race winner Oscar Piastri” I said kissing him. “Love the ring of it. Gonna have to win more now” he whispered. “Can’t wait to watch you” I mumbled pulling him in for another kiss

[hatsunemitskislobotomy]

ੈ✩‧₊“ 𝙨𝙤 𝙞'𝙢𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙞𝙩’𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 ”✧.*

“ i’d wanna hold you, just for a while ”

↳ ❝ ¡love and deepspace zayne x reader centric fic based on 4* doomsday card— early birthday piece!❞

﹥*:ꔫ:*+ﾟ+*:ꔫ:*﹤

zayne was ever the nonchalant person.

even after hearing about the potential doomsday, he continued as if it were business as usual. something about his ability to keep his cool, perhaps it was tied to his evol.

you on the other hand, were not as composed no matter how much zayne seemed to tease.

“you really believe that an article can predict such an event with no substantial proof?” he would chuckle as he threw in another pastry into your shared shopping cart

of course you knew better, but the seeds of doubt and anxiety had already been planted in your mind. rationally speaking there would be more articles about it, more media coverage— but you couldn’t help but feel like the post landed on your feed for a reason. after all if it wasn’t true why did you have to see it?

you continued to chastise zayne who was careless about his sugar intake, as if he didn’t just recently recover from a toothache. at the very least he could’ve waited until it was his birthday where he could have his mandatory sugar.

his birthday.

if the world was set to end today, if a meteor was meant to wipe them and the rest of the world out…

then zayne wouldn’t see his 28th birthday.

the thought was a permanent damper on your mood as you continued to shop for snacks and ingredients for dinner.

it didn’t go unnoticed by him, even as the day dragged on and the two of you were in his home cooking up dinner. it was obvious you were distracted, bumbling about in his kitchen.

“your food’s burning.” he’d murmur as he took the spatula from your hand

“hey..! how can i show off my awesome cooking skills if you don’t let me cook..!” you couldn’t help but huff

“if we keep this up we’d be wasting our last moments cleaning up the kitchen.” he tried to poke fun at the situation but winced when he noticed how you just deflated even more

“i recently bought some new games if you’d like to see..?”

you perked up slightly at the mention of a distraction, giving him a weak smile.

“i’ll give them a look.”

as soon as you left the kitchen and made yourself comfortable on the soft plush of the carpet to look through his video game collection, you couldn’t help but regret leaving his side. perhaps with the impending feeling of doom you couldn’t help but feel clingy.

you looked through the games, some seeming familiar and others not so much. you’d hope looking through the collection would ease your mind or at the very least distract you but you found yourself missing him even more.

what if the meteor hit right this moment and you two were apart—

“you don’t recognize that game because the last time you played you fell asleep.”

his words snapped you from your thoughts as he emerged from the kitchen, carrying two plates. he set the steaming food onto the tabletop as he got comfortable on the couch.

“girl who saves the world is a new one, we can play that one after we eat.” he motioned for you to sit next to him

so that’s what you did, enjoying your (potentially last) meal in his company at peace save for a bit of small talk here and there before the two of you decided to pick up the new game. but even he could tell your typically competitive demeanor was dampened, if anything as time went on— you were more focused on the clock rather than the screen.

each tick of the clock was deafening to you as the uneasy feeling continued to pool in your stomach.

“you’re not exactly any good at this game, not to mention your lack of concentration.” his words pulled your head back up for air

caught off guard you couldn’t help but splutter out in protest, wanting to call him all sorts of ridiculous but you just… couldn’t.

“i have no idea what you’re talking about.” you simply state

“so we’re lying as well?”

you couldn’t help but huff in defeat as you set your controller aside.

“and you’re giving up?”

you scrunch up your face at his words before taking his controller away as well.

“as if you were any better than me— i’m giving up for your sake..! you should just do the same!” you scoff before tossing the two controllers away

zayne could sense your agitation, or rather the anxious feeling that was gnawing at your stomach.

“i’d appreciate it if we avoided breaking my things—”

“how are you so calm?!” you cut him off, finally breaking the tension that was clearly in the air

you felt like your world was in shambles yet he didn’t bat an eye, you didn’t know if you were angry or jealous of his calm demeanor.

“whatever do you mean?”

“don’t be coy with me..!” you poked at his face

“the world’s literally gonna end in like what..? four? five minutes..? and you’re just… okay with it?” his lack of fear was mind boggling to you

he couldn’t help but let out a chuckle as his hand enveloped your wrist to prevent any more poking.

“ah, so that’s what’s been bothering you?” he shook his head in amusement

“it’s not funny..! it’s like you’re not nervous in the slightest!” you protest like it wasn’t fair

“what’s there to be nervous about?” he couldn’t kick the hint of amusement in his tone

“we’ve had our dinner which was plenty filling, speaking of— we should probably clean up…”

his nonchalance was pushing you to your breaking point.

“so what? you’re just okay with this? we could literally die and you’re just worried about cleaning up? do you even care?” you couldn’t hide the frustration and snark in your tone before shrinking back, you didn’t even know why this was effecting you so much and why you were taking it out on him of all people. for all you know, it most likely wasn’t real.

but what if it was?

zayne’s expression couldn’t help but soften as he pulled you closer into his arms.

“so it’s like that hm?”

your throat tightens as you bury your head against his chest.

“it’s stupid… it’s probably not even real… but i’m scared zayne.” you grumble

he runs a hand through your hair in a soothing manner.

“okay, how about this…”

he pulled away slightly to reveal two pieces of the chocolate cake he snuck in the shopping cart earlier, you couldn’t help but tilt your head at him in confusion.

“we can make a wish.”

you immediately think of the birthday he won’t make it to.

“you make a wish… it’s your birthday that’s almost soon anyways.” you grumble burying your head back into his chest

“ah, so that is true.”

he began to ponder quietly.

“i don’t think i have any specific wishes, if anything… i’d say they all came true if i’m being honest.” he hums softly

you couldn’t help but look up at him, your nose scrunched in confusion.

“all we did was shop for groceries and cook… we didn’t even play video games all that much and i got on you for having sweets when you’re not supposed to.” you frown

“what? is that not exciting enough for you?” he couldn’t help but chuckle

“it’s not exciting for anyone! it’s just normal stuff..” you sulk a bit

his hand that was typically cold held a unusual warmth as he placed it on your cheek, guiding your eyes to his.

“sometimes the most mundane things become ever the more precious.” he chuckles softly

“frankly, if a meteor really did hit the earth today… i’d be the happiest man alive because i got to spend it with you.”

you couldn’t help but bury your head into his chest once more.

“don’t say stuff like that, you’re gonna make me cry..!” you huff out

he let out an airy laugh.

“well, we can’t have that— not when there’s just a mere few seconds before doomsday.”

your eyes widened as you immediately take his wrist into your hands to look at his watch, the seconds counting down.

you couldn’t help but panic as you frantically figure out what to do, but big warm hands keep your face in place.

“perhaps maybe there’s one more agent of normalcy we could have before our final moments.” he murmurs softly as he rests his forehead against yours

“i’m afraid.” you mumble out, you wanted to close your eyes but the warmth from his calmed you ever so slightly

“i’ve got you.” the weight of his words hushed the storm in your head before he pulled you close, his lips finding yours

the kiss was a light, fleeting moment— yet it felt like it lasted a million lifetimes.

then he pulled you tight to his chest.

——————————————

it had been almost two hours since the time the alleged meteor was supposed to hit.

zayne stayed awake as he continued to stroke the back of your head as you now laid on top of him against his chest. he didn’t have the heart to pull you from him after the first few minutes and even now, only feeling your grip loosen when he realized you had fallen asleep.

perhaps the stress of it all really did exhaust you.

he couldn’t help but let out a quiet humorous chuckle before pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. you were warm, you were alive. he was alive.

and he’d love you every time like it was the last time.

❀° ┄───╮

a/n: omg does anyone else remember back in 2012 when they said december 12th was gonna be the end of the world? something to do with the mayan calendar ending or something I don’t remember but eight year old me was in SHAMBLES like even the news put fucking meteors in the weather forecast that day it was SICK omg like when i tell you i snitched on myself and then told everyone i loved them before hiding under a table… not my best moment tbh

anywhozies i wanted to capture that emotion because im obviously projecting LMAO, no but seriously you cannot speak to me about the world ending or like apocalyptic events like i’d become inconsolable

also… this is lowkey my contribution to zanye aka love of my life’s birthday! my favorite virgo i love him so much it’s not even funny—

yall school is starting up soon im so cooked but like live laugh love i guess

i’ll see you next time loves 🫶🏾

╰───┄ °❀

[nikki-is-a-nerd]

Karma is my Boyfriend

Synopsis:

You may not have any plans on exacting revenge to those who've wronged you, but when karma hits them it's no mystical thing, It's just your boyfriend who remembers everything.

Note: NO CURSE AU, Gojo x AFAB!reader, Freelancer!Gojo x College student! Reader

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College isn't as easy going as your parents told you, neither was it your most memorable time. It was school, and like all things it had its ups and downs. For a person studying Clinical Psychology, you found that learning to read people and constantly being surrounded by them, wasn't a good mix. Yes, you have bullies, though you are annoyed by their actions your rational mind knows that the only reason they pick on you is because they either feel powerless towards the adult figures in their life or they point out your flaws that they too see in themselves in hopes of transferring their insecurities. Pitiful actions really. Satoru believed you were a saint because of it. How could you, an angel (in his very humble and true opinion, as he once so kindly exclaimed) be so understanding to the slimy, filth of the earth kind of people. Good question.

"Look at her, how can her boyfriend stand to look at her face all day? She looks like a corpse reanimated." A voice cackled.

"I'm surprised you even know what that word means. Let me guess, it was the word for the day?" You said off handedly.

Her friends or posse, glared at you. Like you cared. They snickered to themselves as you suddenly felt a warm liquid cascade down your body.

"Oops, now you look exactly like you should." Their leader laughs, a shrill sound really.

You didn't really care but this was a very expensive sweater that Satoru bought you with his first paycheck for one of his gigs. You sighed, sure he would say something along the lines of 'its alright, I can buy you fifteen more of those' or 'that sweater was so last season, now I can buy you something new' but this was your favorite. You wordlessly took off your now ruined sweater and walked away. A ruined sweater wasn't worth getting called to the dean's office.

Now Satoru was a lot of things, model, gamer, streamer, dance choreographer, substitute teacher for a high school (you don't really get how he keeps getting that), and in his words your loving rich boyfriend. But what you didn't know is that he's petty and vengeful to a fault. He believes that if you wouldn't do it, might as well he does because you are too empathetic for your own good (thank God you were studying to be a therapist). Now you may not tell Satoru about the bullies but Suguru does. You didn't know that Suguru was in the same university taking his Master's degree in business, and coincidentally just taking a video of the entire exchange to send to your lovely boyfriend. Yes, weird but in Satoru's defense his friends like you more than they like him (he's not entirely wrong).

Satoru received a message from Suguru, minutes after you walked away from your bullies. This day was his Streaming day, so mid stream his fans would say that it was the first time they've seen him frown. He kindly apologized to his fans and ended the stream early that day. He knew you weren't one to complain, or to tell him what happened. So he wordlessly shops online to get you a better and cheap (in his opinion cheap means something your bullies can't afford even if they used their daddies black card) sweater that you were sure to love.

"Toru I'm home." he hears your voice call out.

He smooths out his features, and smiles when he sees you enter your shared room. He also takes note that you probably used the university shower since you're wearing a different blouse and cardigan (both bought by him on your twenty-first birthday).

"Sweetie! Your home!" He lunges at you, long limbs and all.

"Toru, you're heavy and tall!" You whined.

"You left me all alone here in our home and when I show you how much I miss you, you complain." He sulks in a corner, making you laugh lightly.

"Not what I meant and I had to go to school." You reasoned.

"Take me with you." He whined even more, somehow reminding you of a kicked puppy.

"Tried that and do you remember what happened?" You asked.

"Not really, I just knew that I was ripped away from my darling baby!" He exclaimed as he walked towards the bed and flopped on it.

You shook your head as you opted to cuddle close to your boyfriend. You were exhausted, mentally, emotionally and physically. Satoru was more than happy to provide you comfort. As you slept, he checked out the people in the video that Suguru sent him. He remembers their faces, their leader, he remembers is also a model for the same brand he models with. She would brag about getting the job because of her father. He was close friends with the brand owner, after all she was his senior.

"Mei-mei, remember that one really annoying model of yours?" He messaged.

"Yeah, what about her?" She replied.

"Can you just terminate her contract and fire her?" He asked.

"Sure. I'd let Utahime deal with the rest. Plus she barely does shit. I didn't even hire her, I specifically said no, and her god father who works in the stupid casting still got her. Fired him too. But why do you want her gone?" She texted back.

"Bullied my girlfriend." Was all he replied. Mei-mei only sent him a thumbs up. Next were her friends, which was way easier. They were rich kids, just staying in the school because their parents were paying for them to be there, even with all the violations they had. Did it help that he was from a distinguished family and that Suguru was willing to play a part as well? Yes. Suguru's family and his family all petitioned for all four of your bullies to be expelled from the University and any of its sister schools, they complained that scandals like these were not worth protecting.

When you went to uni next week, you were surprised to see all four of your bullies having their things and themselves removed from the premises. You eyed them curiously and went about your day. You thought that maybe they were found doing something they shouldn't but they were rich, don't rich people buy their way out of their problems? Nonetheless you were kind of glad.

When you returned home, you found Satoru cooking in the kitchen. He's been proud of his skill as well after he took some classes since he felt bad having to make you cook dinner after your uni and your part time job.

"Welcome back? How was your day?" Satoru asked.

"Work was fine, the cafe was packed today. School was also fine. Saw some people get escorted out of uni." You said.

"Ooh, tell me all about it." He said as if he wasn't the reason.

"Well, the ones who were escorted out were notorious bullies. I mean who remains a bully well into college? Like what fucked up psyche must you have to do that? But they were also my bullies so a part of me was glad." You said the last part softly.

"Did you say they were bullying you? Baby you should've told me. I would've given them a piece of my mind." He cooed. He should really get an award for how well he's acting right now.

"Yeah but it's nothing." You said as you clung to him.

"Well at least they won't bother you anymore." He said truthfully.

"Yeah. Karma really got them in the end." You said as you looked up at him with a small grin.

"Yeah, I told you so, Miss Taylor Swift is correct." He said playfully.

"Now let's eat dinner and watch the really cute anime we found." He added as he sat you down.

Yes, karma really got them in the end but just like what Taylor Swift also sang about. Karma is your Boyfriend, and he truly will do anything to keep you happy. Even if he seems petty.

[st4rsinclined]

you have my full loyalty and respect, highness. even if your decisions are not the ones i would make. - floch to eren

eren doesn't gamble; he doesn't like the thought of it, of putting up antes  &  relying on fate to guide his hand.  he doesn't want to look at cards  &  try to debate if others are lying in order to find his own victory.  he is not a strategy driven person; he is a rage driven person who runs headfirst, who gives into that rage  &  allows it to guide his motions.  even when he had been younger  &  had joined the cadets, it had been with rage  &  vengeance on his tongue.  it had been with something biting  &  destructive,  &  it had led them to moving further than anyone had ever thought that they could. 

he doesn't regret it, leading them to his father's basement  &  finding out the truth.  things had been different ever since that day under the church, when the reiss family had revealed everything about him.  when he had learned of the founder, of the damn titans that were at war inside of him; something had been unlocked that day, something that had been kept from him for so long.  he had bit his tongue  &  tasted blood  &  accepted that he was something more.  that he was meant for more.

but that it wouldn't be him guiding the motions  ––  it would be her.

still, eren doesn't gamble.  eren doesn't gamble because he's horrendous at it.  he plays cards  &  has given up far too many rations of food, far too much of the meager salary that they're given.  mikasa has chided him  &  armin has tried to teach him how to be better at it.  none of it has stuck with him even though he wanted it to  ––  he's far too stubborn for his own good  &  everyone knows it.

now though he has to be tactician.  he has to lead an entire revolution that he doesn't believe whole heartedly in  ––  but he has to do it in order to force hands because that's what has to happen.  she has led him down this path  &  he can't walk away from it; every time he tries she shows him the consequences of that decision  &  it sits like a rock in his stomach.  there's only so many times he can see mikasa, armin, jean, connie, sasha, historia, hange,  &  levi dead before he begs for it to stop, tells her he'll sign up for it all if the founder'll stop.

so even though he's terrible at gambling, he gambles on floch, on that familiar rage that he has always found in him since they were young.  there wasn't friendship in the traditional sense by any means  ––  there has been clash after clash after what happened in shiganshina, for the life that had been saved  &  the life that has been lost.  but eren knows that he is easily malleable; he knows that with the right push, the right shove, the right pretty lies  &  promise of a cause, floch will easily fall into it.

it's not his fault.  they're all like this.  they've all been formed by ideals that make his head ache  &  his heart sore, but he can't turn away from it.  he doesn't like manipulating people, doesn't like the fact that he's going to have to take two people  &  slowly throw them to the wolves that are yelena  &  zeke.  it doesn't matter that he might not get along with floch most days  ––  what matters is that he can break him into the thousand of pieces that he needs to in order to put him back together.

it makes him feel like shit.  it makes him hate that he's doing this.  but eren has to.  there isn't any other way to save them all  &  if there is, he'll find it; it's better to have to apologize for it than not to put all contingencies in place  &  be caught off guard.  it's horrible, because it's the war speaking on his tongue when he had known nothing but peace for so long when he was younger.  

he thinks that carla would hate him now.  she would hate the man that he has become, fresh at eighteen  &  looking like hell, war  &  destruction on her boy's tongue instead of the kindness that she had instilled in him for so long.

the words that floch spews back are sarcastic, but there is that spark of something in his eye as he goes down to one knee.  the thought isn't lost on him that he has been called highness  ––  he is not a king, and though there are gods inside of him, he is not one of them. 

he is a devil.  he is everything that he needs to be in order to pull eldia together before it's too late.  even if it's going to rip him apart.

he wants to kick at floch  &  tell him to stop being a nuisance, to stop embarrassing himself because that's exactly what he's doing right now.  but that would be the old eren.  that would be the one who isn't learning strategy  &  gambles.

so he makes his face one of cold indifference  ––  these days, he feels like that's all he looks like.  he feels like he has to adopt a frozen persona because if he doesn't he'll break underneath the pressure.  sometimes he thinks he knows how the commander felt back then, when he had led them so surely even though he knew there were going to be failures, deaths on his hands. 

eren tilts his chin up  &  scoffs, crossing his arms against his chest.  he looks down his nose at the red head that's on his knee, that has dipped his head slightly in a show of what subjects do for their kings. 

it's not the first time he thinks of the reiss family, of historia who he is trying to save from the fate of having to eat zeke, to carry on the beast titan  &  have royal blood, an endless cycle of violence that never seems to pull itself in  &  just stop.

a shaky breath inward through his nose, then he spits at floch's feet.

" unless you're down there to suck cock, then get up.  i don't have any use for you on your knees, forster. "   his voice is a bite, it's cold,  &  it feels wrong.  the words are too harsh, are too void of who eren is; no, it resembles this new person that he's become,  &  he hates it.

he turns toward the worn table that has maps strewn across it.  they don't have long; yelena will be here soon  &  he has to get floch either on the agenda or deal with him before then.  there is a knife in the band of pants, strung there in case he has to.  yelena will take care of the disposing.  it'll give less suspicion if she does. 

a careful exhale, a shuffle of the things on the table as he hears the other rise.

" i need a second in command, not someone on their knees, bowing before me.  if you have plans to bring to the table, then i'm all ears for the moment.  we have about half an hour before our contact arrives  ––  by then i need to know if you're on board or if you're going to walk away.  choose wisely, floch.  you survived commander erwin's charge for a reason  ––  don't make a mistake now. "  

the speech isn't his best, but he knows the parts to touch on.  armin has taught him how to gaslight well.  eyes close for a moment; he feels the weight of that knife again  &  hopes that floch will choose his cause, will choose to not walk away.

he might've been willing to spill armin's blood a few years ago, but he's not willing to spill his.

[perhaps-in-anotherdream]

Hello!!! I hope you're well. I want to ask you if I'm the only one who thinks that Víctor wasn't his mom's priority... I don't want to upset anyone, but I feel like his mom abandoned him a bit when she went to Paris, and she didn't care much about what will happen with little Vic, as at one point we are even told "Although I don't understand why Mommy had to go so far to work as a teacher, she had been visibly grumpy for a while (...) But luckily, ever since she went to France, I've seen smiles on her face again." I feel like the lady prioritizes herself, and she won't care how much Victor needed her. Sorry for such a long comment LOL. And again, I know many revere the lady, and I don't want to offend anyone, I just want to know if anyone else saw this.

hello! I’ve been doing much better lately, thank you! hope you’re doing well too~ ಡ⁠ ͜⁠ ಡ

there’s no need to walk on eggshells, haha. and to be very honest with you, no you’re not the only one. i’ve had similar conversations with other players both on global and CN before (even had one yesterday with @/thedummysdummy after seeing your ask), and have read the CN players’ different analyses on it before too.

if you want my personal take on the matter, it’s one of those moments as the omniscient audience, y'know? and precisely because we’re shown the entire picture, it becomes harder to decide whether you want to be rational about it or be driven by human emotions. but one thing I would say first, regardless of what went down, it’s a wonder that he was so mature beyond his years since childhood and grew up to be the wonderful man he is today, given that when you really think about it just how easily he could’ve grown up with traumas/ or some form of abandonment issues considering his childhood experiences and how deeply sentimental he is. to borrow MC’s words, the grand miracle indeed.

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✦ regarding Victor’s mom and her moving to Paris permanently:

from Victor’s contents throughout the years, we know that Victor’s mom and dad would talk on the phone for hours on end (3rd birthday story), his dad would still call his mom’s number after she had passed away (4th birthday story, and just like how Victor used to as we found out in the Rooftop Date story), he would send her gifts and stuffs when little Victor went to visit his mom (Sea-circle event story) etc., indicating they had a good relationship. Victor’s mom had her ring on in his 3rd birthday card, which meant they were still together. And despite all this, you can feel that cord of dissonance between them— we never got any mentions of Victor’s dad visiting her, and Victor’s mom moving away from her beloved and child permanently like that really doesn’t sing harmony either. but then again, we can’t make any assumptions given that we don’t know what really went down between them.

another point to note, Victor had spent a good share of his early childhood in Èze, France at his maternal grandparents’ (S1 CH 37 R&S, Passing the Winter ASMR). Later on, his mom permanently moved to France when he was 7 years old (or rather moved back), and even her cemetery is in France. This makes you wonder if she never got over her homesickness/ adapted to this country? What exactly was her illness, especially since there’s no details on that end?

again, his mother loved him, like you expect a mother to love their kids, undoubtedly. But it’s the harsh reality when you have working parents, who also happen to have their own ambitions to chase after.

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✦ and that brings us to how this affected little Victor:

y'know his maturity beyond his years is both a blessing and a curse. I can vouch for that from my personal experiences too, haha :> anyway,

« it’s a curse, because » when I was going through the sea-circle event you quoted from, all I could think about was just how deep his selflessness is rooted in. he was a 7 year old for god’s sake— but all he wanted was for his parents to be happy, no matter how much it pained him. and you know what happens as a result? people take you for granted. his parents loved him dearly, yes, but they were absent for most of his life.

he mastered the French cuisine when he was only 11-12 years old (S2 30-33 R&S), because his mom was already settled in Paris and his dad could never be home. he never told anyone about his Evol, never told anyone about the orphanage kidnapping incident and losing MC in that horrific situation. and he kept searching for her in however ways a little kid could without ever telling anyone, until he grew up and built his piller himself for more effective and thorough approach e.g., appointing a detective etc.

he learned stock market handlings when he was only 14 years old to earn for himself and bear his responsibilities (e.g., paying for Yan Yan and the kid), so that he could grow up fast. because he did not want to be a burden nor did he want to rely on anyone for what he wanted to do (4th birthday story).

human emotions are very fragile and delicate. once smashed, they are nearly impossible to piece together, just like broken shards. tbh, the gradual negligence and feeling of loneliness can leave scars even deeper than a traumatic event. wonder why he built that armor for himself and the writers emphasize how he’d have succumbed to that life of loneliness and solitude had it not been for MC stepping into his barren desert? and not to mention, his Evol itself is the biggest curse on him, paving the road to perpetual loneliness and solitude.

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« it’s a blessing, because » again, what comes under the light here is just how mature he’s always been. you can see how despite his obvious disappointment, loneliness, pains — he never once let himself “feel”/ ponder the direction that he was being left behind. even when he felt too worn down to bear, he directed his thoughts to his parents’ happiness. and when you think about how throughout the years, we’ve seen him clinging onto every little shard of his mom he could find — you can see the budding of negative impacts were right there on the other side of the threshold, but he never allowed himself to cross that door. *points wildly at Winter World Victor and S2 CH 46 amnesia Victor*

as he grew up, he split his attention to different plates, kept himself busy and occupied to never allow that seed to be sprouted. he let himself be content and never expected anything more (flashbacks to his 5th birthday date).

and you see this coming into the surface in his relationship with MC— how despite his suffocating schedule with all the responsibilities he has— he still manages to rip out even a little bit of time for only MC, his most precious lover, out of his daily schedule and makes the effort to make every moment count, proves to her how he takes each of her words, however big and small, to heart and puts them into action.

ever wonder why “quality time” is one of his primary love languages? there’s your answer on a silver platter. (⁠｡⁠ﾉ⁠ω⁠＼⁠｡⁠)

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"Creative" Miniseries

Warnings and Information: Because some of these get suggestive, we're gonna say Minors DNI.

I went down a list of creative hobbies at random, so some of these may not necessarily "fit" our Bad Batch and Wolfpack boys. This is more a creative writing exercise than a serious list of headcanons.

If I miss someone from a certain unit, or you want to see so-and-so with a different creative hobby than the one I went with at random, let me know and I can do another part just for them. It doesn't have to be in the form of a request, but you're welcome to make one (it'll be easier to keep track of that way/guarantee I'll see it)!

Word count: 2,010

The Bad Batch 

Crosshair 

His cyare writes him poetry, short stories, and fake scripts. Wordsmithy about purple mountains crowned in silver snow. His retellings of how he wiped out fifteen battle droids in one shot becomes fit for the silver screen when you present him with the scene. He's thought about carefully etching your poetry about him into the stock of his gun. But he couldn't decide on just one line; how could he pick just one when they were all so good? He's thought about the filthy praise you've written for him on strips of filmsi when he misses you most. He's memorized every word before he discreetly drops the strip into a puddle on the landing pad, or some water cupped in the palm of his hand, to let the evidence dissolve and melt away. He knows you keep your records if you ever wanted to do a reading while you ravish him; just like you promise on paper while maybe being too timid to tell him out loud. No two lines have ever been quite the same. It never fails to make him feel so loved when every word you write is chosen with utmost care. Even the parts about himself he despises he's found himself slowly coming to love. You've been wonderful for his self-image, in many ways. And you constantly surprise him. He's never imagined you could be so crass when you write how much you want to ruin him in bed. Him. Hunter asked if Crosshair had gotten some bad news because he could hear the sniper's heart racing wildly, once. "No… everything's fine." Crosshair insisted in a way that didn't quite convince Hunter, but he thankfully let it go.

Wrecker

His cyare spoils him with home cooking. Absolutely spoils him. Sweets and breads and stews. Meat so mouthwatering and tender it falls off the bone. And the best part is you make enough so he can eat until he's had his fill. He's full for one rare moment in his life. No bland ration bars. No under-seasoned food from the mess. You always make it just how he likes it, and some extras that he takes home with him for his brothers, made how they like it, too. He's not sure he's ever seen a single recipe card. He's pretty sure you have a flawless memory. He offhandedly mentioned it had been a while since he'd had something once, and the next day, you whipped up exactly what he'd been craving. Right down to the spices and the drinks you paired with the meal the first time. So when he jokes that the two of you could really give him a case of deja vu by engaging in a certain "after-activity" once you've had some time to digest, he finds that's exactly what you had in mind. Mornings after he spends the night, he's made breakfast in bed. You might find yourself engaged if you do that enough times! He might not even have a ring or any sort of commemorative accessory ready for the moment, but he's so swept up in feeling so loved by you that he wants to feel like that forever. What better way than to ask to be yours?

Hunter

His cyare has the greenest of green thumbs he's ever seen in this galaxy. You can tell what the soil needs from feeling it between your fingers. You can deduce what ails your plants with startling accuracy before ever consulting the Holonet. Your garden thrives with life in such a small space; unlike anything he's ever seen. Herb and flower and produce. You have an idea for a hydroponic garden that you've been flirting with the idea of; something you can propagate here that you could let him keep on Kamino. A little secret piece of greenery to break up all that sterility of white and silver. He loves to spend time with his hands in the dirt with you, watching you prune and weed with precision. He may not understand how you keep all the seasons of planting and blooming and harvesting straight in your head, but he appreciates your brilliance and your knack for filling your garden with so much growing in tandem. You invited him once to do a little late night planting in the new flower beds, but the two of you ended up fooling around so much that the beautiful seedlings from the nursery remained untouched until sunrise. (It took Hunter three days to get all the dirt from his hair.) Eventually he can tell what section of your garden you spent the most amount of time in by the way you smell at the end of the day. "You've been in the herbs again. Maker, I love it when you smell like this…" You laugh softly, feeling your skin tingle pleasantly wherever his hands begin to roam. "Good. Because tomorrow I plan to fertilize the new patch I made, and we both know you're not a fan of the fertilizer. But I need to get things ready for you to choose your own little things you want to learn to grow."

Tech

His cyare shares an interest in puzzles and programming. Logic puzzles, jigsaw, sudoku, crossword, word searches, mazes, memory and recall, you name it. Anything that tests your reasoning and intelligence. You've slipped so many little ciphers into your messages together, and sent him many tasteful images. He needs to crack three layers of unique encryption to get to it. Were the files in his datapad not so important in order to perform his part in the Grand Army of the Republic, you'd gladly give into the idea of sending him a virus that would do something harmless, or cause a minor nuisance like changing his primary language from Basic to Shyriiwook to Huttese to Dathomiri to Rodian all at random. "It would be fascinating, not knowing what language you're going to get the next time you pick up your datapad," you tell him, trying to explain why you hesitate to entertain this fantasy, "but what if you needed to show something to Commander Cody and he doesn't speak Kel Dor?" You have a point, he concedes, but he files this odd fantasy away for another time. Maybe when the war is over. Letting his exceptional mind go to waste would be an utter shame. Letting an opportunity to be involved with you in this mutual hobby going to waste would be criminal.

Wolfpack

Commander Wolffe

His cyare's poor hands are full of splinters all hours of the day. "I wish you'd wear gloves, or something…" he grumbles worriedly as he assists you in working a particularly nasty splinter free. It's in there deep… and he's this close to taking you to one of the medics on board to make sure it's out before infection sets in. "But it's just not the same without the feel of the wood in my hands if I wore gloves." you tell him. You don't mean it to be dismissive of his feelings. You know he's only thinking of your best interests and your safety in mind. He always is. The idea of woodworking, something that could be very demanding on your hands, something that could too-easily go wrong if you didn't mind the blade of your whittling knife didn't scare Wolffe, but it didn't comfort him either. "I see enough hurt to last a lifetime when I accompany General Plo Koon on relief efforts. The thought of you… Please promise me you'll be careful." You nod softly. Promising that you're doing your best. You're always doing your best. "I'll be careful. I have to be if I want this to look good." He's never asked his cyare what they make. Not because he doesn't care, but because he's so preoccupied that he doesn't get to see anything while it's still being worked on; he's only seen the finished results. All of them are so beautiful. But for once, since he knows this one is still in progress, he wants to know what you've spent the better part of the month working on. What you're so determined not to screw up. "It's you. And your men. As a whole pack of loth-wolves." you tell him. "I just finished Comet today. Would you like to see?" 

Comet

Mapmaking for fun was his cyare's hobby. Maps and diagrams of anything, really. Phony star charts filled with made-up constellations that were named after him and his brothers and the General. What an underground wolf den would look like if it was large enough to host the entire Wolfpack. You even made maps of some of his dreams. Sprawling cities where people could have enough space to dance in the street. You tried making a diagram of the time Comet had assisted General Windu from the precarious wreckage of a Venator-class ship that had been reportedly sabotaged, but it was ultimately abandoned. Something about that incident was spoken of so quietly by the Clones. "General Plo says the one responsible was just a kid…?" The diagram was trashed and instead you worked on something related to the Aleena people. 

Boost

His cyare promises him when they first get together that the gifts of soap are not a jab at his hygiene, or rather, lack of it since he only bathes with regularity when he's on leave. "I-I just make so much soap… And I'm always trying new things. Fragrances, I mean! If you don't like any of them, you can give them to your brothers or throw them away and I swear I won't be mad." you tell him when you give him a mesh sachet of travel-sized soap bars when he asks what you've been up to since your last date together, in the beginning of your relationship. You had picked up soap making as a hobby in the three months you've been apart. His brothers certainly think they all smell nice, and they feel cleaner when they can smell something they haven't gone nose-blind to after nothing but regulation cleaners and soaps for years on Kamino. "Hey, Boost! Tell your sweetheart I really liked the thing they called lavender! I love the way that stuff smells. Do you think you could get some more of it for me?" He feels a little bad that when he goes to visit, he comes with what's for all intents and purposes a list of soap orders. "They're offering to pay if it means they don't have to use the communal body wash dispensers." 

Sinker

Leatherwork became his cyare's hobby of choice after Sinker had an opportunity to finally take care of a few things he hadn't had the time for in a while. Cleaning out his footlocker, being at the top of his list. You'd offered to help, curious to see what you'd find, partly, but mostly just glad to spend a little time with him. "Huh. Don't remember this… Why'd I keep a roll of plain leather? Oh: you know what, this must have been from that one planet back in the-" he stops himself, laughing. "Eh, the sector's not important. It was a thank you gift from the locals of the planet after we delivered relief supplies to them once we took care of a Separatist blockade. The General said it would have been impolite to refuse. I don't really have a use for it, or the time to make anything with it… But if you like it," he tells you, seeing the way you smooth your hands over the rich leather again and again, "I'm sure you'll find a better use than just sitting in my footlocker for it." He never thought you would have taken the suggestion to heart, but he's glad to see you've found something you enjoy and can pass the time with. When you present him with a small leather bag embossed with the image of the Wolfpack, he asks if you wouldn't mind making the same for his brothers out of their rolls. You'd be happy to.

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TMM FANDOM

You know how each of the misfits (well, except for Olly and Izzy ig-) represent one playing cards' suits?

In case you don't know, Carter is Diamonds, Leila is Clubs, Theo is Hearts, and Ridley is Spades. Each of their books not only have these suits in their covers, but those symbols also appear at some point in each of their stories.

So- I'm not sure if everyone knows that already, but I did some researsh on those symbols, and apparently they all represent MANY different things, and most of them fit each of the misfits! So here's a RESUME of some stuff I found:

♢ Carter - Diamonds ♢

The Diamonds suit (also called: Gold, Star or Coin in different places) represents the element of earth. Back in middle ages, this symbol used to represent the Clergy. So, it is often associated with wealth, jewels and business.

Overall, Diamonds suit represents effort, realism, result of action. In someone's personality, it describes the person as sensitive, realistic, operative and enduring. However, it can have both a bright side and dark side to it.

Bright side: "The Good Parent". Protective, kind, strong, caring, that forgives and offers protection.

Dark side: "The Step Parent". Strict, possesive, seductive, destructive, that prevents any development.

♧ Leila - Clubs ♧

The Clubs suit (also called stick, wand, clover) represents the element of fire. In the midddle ages, it represented the peasants. Being associated with hard work, humility and spirit.

Clubs usually represent willpower, inspiration and enthusiasm. In terms of personality, it also has a bright and a dark side.

Bright side: "The Hero". Dynamic, self confident, brave, independent, willing to take risks.

Dark side: "The Mercenary". Brutal, hunter, insentive, power-hungry, that enjoys to influence and put people down.

♡ Theo - Hearts ♡

The Hearts suit ( Cups, amphora) represents the element of water. In the middle ages, it would represent the bourgeoisie. Being associated with art, creation and divinity.

Hearts represent emotion, love and ideas. Again, bright and dark sides.

Bright side: "The Prophet". Sentimental, wise, inspiring, the warm assistant in life.

Dark side: "The Doormat". Seducible, vain, fanatical, prossesed by the thrist of power.

♤ Ridley - Spades ♤

Last but not least, the Spades suit (gladius, axe, spear) represents the element of air. In middle ages, it represented the military. Being associated with intelligence, power and action.

Spades represent maturity, balance and strenght. Once again, bright and dark side.

Bright side: "The Intelectual". Pratical, shrewd, rational, the one that enchants.

Dark side: "The Pretentious". Cold, ruthless, cynical, the eternal adolescent.

Now, I don't know about you guys, but I think all of these fit the misfits really well. I'm not gonna elaborate so the text won't get too long, but if you have any questions on why I think so I'd be happy to discuss it!!

Neil Patrick really doesn't miss a single opportunity for detail. I bet he also did a research before adding those suits to the misfits' stories knowing that they fit them so well. Just another proof of how much of a well written and well thought story The Magic Misfits is!

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amanda fix) [THE UNJUSTIFIED]. Please welcome [ELIZA ARMSTRONG(she/her)] to Huntsville, WV. They are an [22]-year-old [RESIDENT] who lives in [THE COMMUNE]. You may see them around working as a [CASHIER AT THE FOOD MARKET]. Poor unfortunate soul. We’ll see if they survive.

Full Name: Eliza Cade Armstrong Nicknames: Liza, Liz, El. She's not picky nor cares much Occupation: Cashier at the food market Living situation: Commune Status-Resident Eliza Armstrong was born in Huntsville and has grown up in the town since birth. Her parents were two very anxious first time parents who had never planned on kids and yet ended up with kids. Her parents, however, were a bit naive and tended to fumble when it came to parenting. She was taken care of to the best of their ability but it still meant some things weren't done tradionally.

A lot of Eliza's learning came from the neighborhood grandma's who contributed to her giving nature and her need to help others. They taught her spelling and letters. They taught her compassion and love. All things her patents could do but not in full with them still day dreaming of forming that rock band of theirs.

She moved through school simply enough. She was social and made friends. She was active in basketball to start but then turned to wanting to learn to shoot guns and be outdoors. She got great grades when she was there but with a rocky situation in town school wasn't always her focus. When she was old enough she moved herself into the commune to start to make her own life. She fully believes in the commune and for what it stands for. Those people were her second family and that girl will be there for them if they need it.

Eliza loves to go out hunting for supplies and venturing into the woods. She's fearless in that regard and loves a good thrill seeking adventure. She also goes out of her way to help others. Meaning sometimes if people were low on ration cards she spares hers and go without a meal or two. She says it's fine. She can be found engaging with the kiddos showing them new games or helping with studies. At work she's a hard worker willing to put in her share and more.

During the earthquake situation, however, Eliza did lose her parents. The two fumbling fools managed to get themselves killed and swallowed up when the ground split. She didn't witness it but some towns folk told her about it and she wasn't sure how to feel. She loves her parents but that maternal connection was never really established. They were more like good friends trying to raise a kid. She only took a few days before going back to work and back to her usual upbeat nature.

The girl loves her trinkets too. Old music boxes, things that get brought in like old cassette players and cd players and things of another time. She collects them even if they aren't of any use and sometimes she's good for tearing things apart to rebuild them and see if they can function in a new way.

Some of Eliza's favorite things are thunderstorms, shooting her gun/hunting, reading, painting if she can find any paint to do so but she isn't opposed to using some dirt and calling it a painting, volunteering, teaching, and collecting items. While she has a lot of great qualities about her there are the lesser of course.

The lesser being that she does dive headfirst into a situation without much consideration for danger. She sees the need to help and goes. She also tends to be too kind and people can take advantage of that at times. Her level of trust is mild. She will open up but don't cross her as she does have a temper once triggered. She also is one to not always feed herself or get enough sleep. Bubbly she may be she is also chronically exhausted and sometimes that is a risk.

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how do you think kalim and idia would spend halloween together?

Hello! Thank you for this ask, I'm very excited to answer!!

As I've mentioned in my horror movie post for Housewardens (based on the ask from @kimium; link here), I think Idia would really like horror movies (which is based on his R Halloween costume card vignette), but I feel like Kalim would not really enjoy all things horror and creepy. He'd like the more fun, light-horror aspects of Halloween. That being said, I think they can find middle ground to enjoy the holiday together!

Decorations are a Must. Kalim may not want the spookiest decorations, but he loves parties and themes. He'd choose some of the cute-looking ghost and witch window-clings, there'd be garlands of bats, Halloween themed plates and napkins, goblets shaped to look like skulls, and, of course, jack-o-lanterns which they carved together! Their pumpkins are displayed proudly, front and center, even if Idia is a little shy about sharing his. It's ok, because Kalim encourages him that it's really good!

For costumes, they spend weeks working together to make a couple's costume. Idia models it after one of his favourite anime. Kalim may not know the show's title, but he's watched a bit of it with Idia and he had fun watching his boyfriend enjoy it so much. He also thinks a couple costume is a great way to make sure everyone can see he's dating Idia. I think Kalim would be really into doing couple activities because 1. he loves spending time with Idia, and 2. he loves showing everyone how much he loves his partner! Also, he finds it fun to make the costume; I think Kalim would enjoy crafts like that. Idia is a stickler for details, but I think Kalim gets him to also let loose a little and remember that everything doesn't have to be 100% perfect. Knowing Idia's perfectionism when it comes to cosplay and his love of anime, he's definitely the one that keeps them on-track so the costumes are actually ready for Halloween...lol :)

When it comes to snacks and candies...well, I think Jamil and Ortho have now put in place a rule that Idia and Kalim *cannot* go to the grocery store unsupervised. The pantry was full with nothing but candy, the closet had bags upon bags of chips and popcorn. Jamil found skull-shaped chocolates in the freezer. Ortho discovered Idia sleeping curled up in a ball on his bed because Idia's bed was full of bags upon bags of sour candies. And they weren't planning on sharing with anyone. Idia and Kalim bought all those snacks entirely in preparation for Halloween Date Night so they could eat them all while watching movies together. They both got the scolding of a lifetime and then received a rationed portion of treats they were allowed to have for Halloween. I guess it's 'the couple that gets in trouble together stays together'?...lol. Not an ounce of impulse control between the two of them when it comes to the snacks haha.

When they finally get to have their Halloween date, I do believe they would spend it watching cheesy, not-overly-scary, Halloween movies and munching on snacks. They're definitely cuddling on the couch (Idia made sure they chose costumes that would allow for this) and they're laughing at the movie together. They marathon so many movies that they fall asleep on the couch like that, and there's spilled popcorn on the floor and half-drunk cans of pop on the coffee table and empty chocolate wrappers scattered about like confetti...

So, yeah, that's how I think the two of them would spend Halloween! Hope you enjoyed my answer 💜 Thank you so much for the ask, and feel free to ask if you want more details or have any questions!

[country-chickenyummy]

Film Review: The Godfather (20)

The Godfather is one of those films that everyone talks about being a masterpiece, but honestly, it didn’t do much for me. The movie starts with Connie’s wedding, which I guess is meant to set the tone and show us the whole family, the power dynamics, and the whole mafia life. You see Don Vito Corleone, this guy who holds all the cards, and Michael, his son, who’s not really into the whole family business at first. But then things go south fast when there’s an attempt on Don Vito’s life. From there, the story really picks up as Michael gets drawn deeper into this violent, morally gray world. The plot is slow but steady, and it keeps you engaged enough to watch, but I’m not gonna lie, I found some of it dragged on too long. It’s got a bunch of plot twists, like Michael’s sudden decision to kill Sollozzo and the cop, Mccluskey, and then everything gets even messier after that. There’s Sonny’s death, the escalating war between the families, and Michael eventually coming back to take control. In the end, everything culminates in this dramatic baptism scene that’s got violence mixed in with religion, showing how Michael’s changed, for better or worse. He ends up lying to Kay, and you see him officially taking the reins as Don, which pretty much shows he’s completely become the person he was trying to avoid. The pacing might be slow, but it’s intentional, allowing the audience to really see Michael’s transformation and the costs of loyalty, power, and revenge.

Michael’s the heart of this movie, with his whole journey from being an outsider to the mafia to becoming the cold, calculating leader. At first, he’s this innocent war hero who doesn’t want any part of the family’s criminal life, but after the attack on his father, it all changes. It’s like he has no choice but to dive deeper into this world. His conflict is all about the balance between doing what’s right and staying loyal to his family. You get the feeling that he’s just being pulled into something he never wanted. Then there’s Don Vito, the old-school mafia boss who’s all about family, respect, and keeping things under control. His goal is to protect the Corleones, but his refusal to join the drug trade sparks a lot of the movie’s conflict. Sonny, the hot-headed son, is all about action and protecting the family, but his temper leads to his downfall. Tom Hagen’s the calm, rational one, the family consiliere, but even he’s got his limits when it comes to loyalty since he’s not actually a blood relative. Kay, Michael’s wife, plays a big role in showing the difference between Michael and the outside world, but honestly, she doesn’t get nearly as much screen time or development as the men. She’s just kind of there to show the consequences of Michael’s decisions and eventually his moral downfall. The conflict between the characters—like Michael’s internal battle—is what makes the film so engaging, but it also shows how family and loyalty can sometimes lead to destruction, even when it seems like the right thing to do.

The themes are pretty clear throughout the movie. Power and corruption is probably the biggest one. Michael starts out as a good guy but ends up becoming more ruthless than his father ever was, showing how power can change a person. Then there's family and loyalty, which is at the heart of the story. The film makes you question how far loyalty should go and what happens when it blinds you to everything else. It’s also got this idea of legacy, where everything Michael does is about protecting the family name, even though the choices he makes destroy what he once believed in. The themes play off each other, especially with how moral ambiguity shows up again and again. Characters make choices that aren’t strictly “right��� or “wrong,” they’re just choices that make sense to them within the context of their world. It’s all about the personal code each character lives by, whether or not it aligns with society’s expectations.

Visually, the movie stands out with its lighting and camera angles. It uses low-key lighting a lot, especially in the darker, more intense scenes. Characters are often cast in shadows, which gives the feeling that there’s always something hidden. This works perfectly with the themes of secrecy and moral ambiguity. The camera angles help emphasize power dynamics too. You’ll notice the low angles used on Don Vito and Michael in certain moments, making them look larger than life, and then high angles when they’re vulnerable—like when Michael goes to Sicily or when Don Vito is weak. The camera movement  is smoooth and slow, letting you soak in the tension. It’s all about creating a mood, and the movie nails that. The soind design is simple but effective, with ambient sounds like gunshots and footsteps really standing out when they need to. The music, too, does a lot to set the tone—like in moments of violence, the music swells and adds emotional weight to the scenes. It doesn’t just tell you what’s happening, it makes you feel it. As for the editing, it’s deliberate. The film’s pacing gives you time to think about each decision the characters make, even though it might feel a bit too slow for some. The transitions are smooth, cutting between tense moments and sudden bursts of violence, which keeps you on edge.

When it comes to representation, the film deals with Italian-American identity by both celebrating and critiquing it. On one hand, it shows the importance of family, tradition, and loyalty, which are core to Italian culture. On the other hand, it ties these traits directly to organized crime, reinforcing the stereotype that Italian-Americans are inherently connected to the mafia. The portrayal of gender roles also leaves a lot to be desired. Women like Kay and Connie are important but mostly play passive roles—they’re the wives and mothers, and while their personal struggles are hinted at, they don’t get much development. The film is very much a product of its time, where men are in control, and women just have to deal with it. There’s also a pretty strong critique of institutions, like the police and politicians, who are shown to be corrupt or easily manipulated by the Corleone family. This gives the film a cynical view of power structures, implying that everyone’s for sale if the price is right.

The family dynamic in the film is both the source of strength and the cause of destruction. Don Vito’s life revolves around protecting his family, but by doing so, he brings violence and tragedy into their lives. The film shows how loyalty can be a doubleedged sword, where you’re either bound to protect your family no matter what or risk losing everything. The characters also face moral relativism—they each follow their own code of ethics, which might be at odds with the broader society. For example, Michael’s actions, while brutal, seem justified to him in the context of protecting the family. And then there’s the theme of honor and revenge, which motivates many of the characters. Revenge is seen as more important than the law, which is a major driving force in the story.

As for the film’s message, it’s a bit up for debate. Some people think it glamorizes organized crime, some may see a tragic family, while others see Michael’s rise as a tragic fall from grace. The film doesn’t give easy answers, which makes you think more about the consequences of living a life tied to violence and corruption. It’s still a great film, but I can see how it’s both celebrated and critiqued. For me, though, it’s not a film I’d rush to watch again. Sure, it’s a classic and all, but I’d honestly rather go for something like Jurassic Park. Dinosaurs and action just speak to me more than the whole mafia drama. If you’re into crime films and deep family drama, The Godfather is definitely a must see. 

[tommyssupercoolblog]

Comicpalooza update& Headed out a LOT of business cards and now we're exhausted. Asked Seán if he liked anything at the stalls but so far only one booth caught his eye- I grabbed her card for him tho. And other than that I got SO MANY ARTIST CARDS!! Excited to look though them and like, bookmark websites and buy smthn once I have more money. We have a little bit right now but there's so much cool stuff out there and so little cash flow for us that it's gonna be a while until we get to most of them. There's so many awesome artists here!! The library upstairs was super cute too.

Our day was.... honestly I wish I could say it was awesome and poggers and parts of it were!! But we also had some bad experiences today too, and honestly all but one of them would easily be outweighed by the good, but the FIRST bad thing was the worst and kind of set the tone for our day.

If any of you ever go to comicpalooza or the venue it's in, here's a tip- NEVER. USE. THE STAIRS. other than the elevators and escalators, there is no transportation, because while they built stairs, THERE IS NO EXIT TO THE STAIRWELL.

It's one way.

If you open the door to go down the stairs, and that door shuts behind you, there's no handle to get out and pushing the doors won't do anything, and it's the same all the way down.

I'll explain my experience under the cut but I wanted to put the warning first. DON'T. USE. THE STAIRS.

We spent the first 20 minutes trapped in a stairwell with no clue when (or if) we'd get out. I started crying and screaming for help and banging on the doors and no one heard us even though we could see them through the crack. Seán tried to calm me down and suggested we see if, if we went all the way down, there WOULD be an exit, but the only door down there we could access was storage so I assume either there's no exit at all unless they open the doors (which they supposedly do in a fire/emergency) or you have to go through storage to get it, and with no employee guide I wasn't going to wander through boxes.

So then I started hyperventilating again and crying and everything and Seán again was like "hey let's be rational" and asked me if I could try calling mom and seeing if it worked. So I did, and she said she'd TRY to find us by following our description of how we got stuck in there.

So then I went back to the door we came in from....and quickly lost my calm again and started yelling through the crack again, I got handprints and tears all over it and body slammed into it one time but Seán was like "STOP you're going to hurt yourself" so then we just kinda stood there, and Seán was still scared just being normal about it so I just kind of joined him in silent anxiety and we just stood there scared??? Mom called us, again, and stayed on the phone until she found us, but by then we were physically shaking and crying all over again from relief and tired-ness and she walked us to our first panel to make sure we were like. Okay.

Apparently there was also a security number we could call for help that's on the back of the doors but it was just "security - number" so we didn't know that was what it was for ;-; at least our mom was there and helped.

So....like....as fun as most of the panels were that was terrifying??!!!! And it also made anything else bad that happened feel a lot worse.

So I am VERY tired.

The air-instument band we saw was awesome and Seán liked the writing panel we went to (also the first panel we went to) and werewolf was also very poggers!! But I still got trapped in a stairwell. So like??

Hey at least I was still able to laugh and smile and have fun at other points in the day!! It's just now that I'm back in the hotel room all I can think about is how scary it was in the stairs....

I hope this wasn't like an actual new trauma. If it is and I have to unpack it in therapy later or we form a new alter I might just like curl up into a little ball. Like I DO feel scared of the stairwells and get anxious when I see them now but will that wear off??? I hope so????

Blowing up whoever decided one-way no exit stairwells were a good idea.

Also I piloted the body almost all of today besides during Seán's panel specifically. I wonder if that'll keep happening..I hope so, since I like people! I wouldn't want him to be overwhelm with the space and become scared and afraid

[curtklingermanposts]

Judging God

God Should Have To Pay

As irrational as it may sound, countless people sit in judgment of God, Himself. The reason is they blame Him for all the pain and suffering in the world. Of course, when one says to them, “God is love. He is not the cause of pain and suffering,” they quickly respond with, “He could stop it. If He is such a loving God, why does He allow it in the first place.” It’s a similar question to the one which the devil asked Eve, “Did God really say?” In this case, the enemy whispers in their ear, “Is God really good? Look at all the terrible things going on in the world.”

Of course, several of them suffered great loss, or experienced severe trauma.  They are angry, and feel He should be made to pay for it all. What they fail to realize is when Jesus died on the Cross, He not only bore our sins, He paid for that pain and suffering. In fact, He experienced the greatest pain and suffering of all, for all. Justice was served; in fact, the Bible puts it this way: “For Christ also hath once suffered for sins, the just for the unjust, that he might bring us to God, being put to death in the flesh, but quickened by the Spirit” (1 Peter 3:18).

Isaiah 53:4-6 Surely, He hath borne our griefs, and carried our sorrows: yet we did esteem Him stricken, smitten of God, and afflicted. But He was wounded for our transgressions, He was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon Him; and with His stripes we are healed. All we like sheep have gone astray; we have turned everyone to his own way; and the LORD hath laid on Him the iniquity of us all (read entire chapter).

His Suffering Reveals His True Nature

Perhaps, you have had some of these thoughts floating around in your mind. Let’s think more deeply about these questions. Here’s something blatantly simple: if God truly wanted humanity to experience pain and suffering, no one would ever smile, let alone laugh. They never could, because they could never experience pleasure, nor have a sense of humor. He wouldn’t allow us to have it as a coping mechanism, nor any other. Words like, enjoyment, and fun would never be found in our vocabulary. They wouldn’t mean a thing to us.

Jesus suffered so we wouldn’t have to suffer for all eternity. We’re not home yet; but when we are, there will be no more such things. This points out at least a couple of things. First, He gave us the choice to eternally suffer or not, which is predicated on receiving Jesus, or rejecting Him. Our decision! Even on this side of eternity, much of our pain and suffering is the result of our decisions, choices and behavior -and that does state the obvious. Of course, many of those who play the victim card, don’t see it that way. That would mean personal responsibility.

Revelation 21:4 And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away.

God gave us His Word, which is filled with His wisdom, and enables us to avoid all kinds of hardship. He has given us many warnings in order to keep us from driving ourselves of a cliff. If He truly wanted us to suffer, why would He do that? Many ignore His warnings, and then blame Him for the results.

 His suffering reveals His true nature, which is love. Jesus did not have to do anything for us, much less endure the Cross.

Who Are We To Judge?

When thinking rationally, wouldn’t we simply ask, “Who are we to judge God?” Perhaps as believers, we haven’t been bold enough to judge Him as those of the world, but. . . “I would never judge God!” Have you ever been critical of Him? Have you ever accused Him of being unfair? Have you ever been disappointed with God?

When people decide their way is better than the Lord’s, they’re saying His way is inferior to theirs. When they prefer to make their own decisions without Him, they are saying He makes poor decisions. How can anyone say Jesus is their Lord; yet, decide to be the captain of his or her own soul? God will never withhold anything good from us, but what He considers good and what we consider good, may be two different things.

There is a plethora of contrasts, points of argument and so on. Perhaps, the best judgment to make is this: He is God and we are not.

Romans 9:19-21 You will say to me then, “Why does He still find fault? For who resists His will?” On the contrary, who are you, O man, who answers back to God? The thing molded will not say to the molder, “Why did you make me like this,” will it? Or does not the potter have a right over the clay, to make from the same lump one vessel for honorable use and another for common use (NASB)?

perfectfaith.org

[infjtarot]

Sun. Weiser Waite Smith Tarot

A child stands in the sunlight, arms outstretched. Sometimes he is astride a horse. The child’s expression is joyful. The Sun brings clarity. It also brings warmth, trust, and joy. It can indicate a good relationship, a return to good times, or a sudden realization. It is found at number nineteen. After the dreaminess of the Moon, we’re back in the rational world with the Sun. The lights are all back on, we can see our way ahead clearly, we have a gentle understanding of what our situation is. The Sun is the Aha! moment of Newton’s apple and Archimedes' “Eureka!” It is the card of the breakthrough and the intuitive leap. We can struggle and struggle with a problem, feeling like we will never make progress, we will never be able to solve for X, and then all of a sudden, bang! We get it.

And that feels good. The Sun is also just a card of trust. Everything is revealed; there are no secrets or deceptions. You can get a good look at everything that is in front of you. When the Sun appears, there’s no need to worry about any hidden motivations or maneuverings. You are able to be forthright and honest, and so are the people with whom you are dealing.

Light has often been a symbol of truth and reason. Superstitions and things that remain unconscious are paired with the dark, because we can’t quite see them clearly or understand them. Hence the name of the Enlightenment, where thinkers and philosophers strove to clear the world of superstition and unreason and replace it with clear, rational thought. It’s important to remember that what looks like the sun is not always the Sun. While many of the figures of the Enlightenment did much to advance science and philosophy, many of them thought they were being perfectly logical even when they weren’t. Voltaire wrote some shockingly racist tracts, arguing that other races were far inferior to whites, who were the most evolved race. Others found rational justifications for their own misogyny and xenophobia. The rational mind can play tricks, so it is important to, as your algebra teacher would say, check your work. Make sure that the easy insight didn’t come because it’s wrong, but rather because you are so intelligent. But for the most part, this is a card of joy and warmth. If you’ve been going through a difficult, troubling time, this marker tells you that it is over. If your project has been delayed or stalled, if your output has been tortured and slow, this is a sign that you should take the free-and-easy approach. There is something quite playful about this card. The easiness of it allows you to enjoy yourself again rather than struggle, and the act of creation becomes something akin to how you felt about your Lego set when you were a kid. RECOMMENDED MATERIALS “Archaic Torso of Apollo,” poem by Rainer Maria Rilke The Proper Study of Mankind: An Anthology of Essays, book by Isaiah Berlin Sunset, painting by Odilon Redon Jessa Crispin

[khorneschosen]

Have you ever heard the famous quote that which can be expressed without evidence can be dismissed without evidence.

I don't have a reply because my reply would be that this was off topic one two that it does not directly deal with my argument and three within the context of this could be just swept a side as irrelevant to our current conversation.

So in short your card form of argumentation is invalid but hey there was a point found in that. So I'll answer it just to let you.

And then I had to ask myself the question is it really possible to argue to you that perhaps what you're seeing through your very very I'm sure very objective media buys is not very rational because the one question is when you consider his past run and how he picked people and his current run it seems like he's picking people willing to bear the slings and arrows alongside him which was a major flaw and the people he picked last time.

Most people had to deal with your peoples insanity and decided fuck it I don't want to have to deal with this. But thankfully you guys have canceled so many people that there is a bond to be had by the fact that so many are already automatically hated.

As such for our purposes it's a great pic he's picking people he knows he can trust considering that we're dealing with a low trust situation.

For example when the FBI went after the mob they picked people who were not good people make no mistake they had problems of their own many problems many illegal problems. But this made them all the more loyal because one thing that the mob liked to do and was very good at doing was buying disloyalty.

Do you recognize this perspective to be valid do you recognize this perspective to be true can an unseen eye see the truth I don't think so hence why I didn't say it then.

So then I ask again how do you think this plays out what is your game plan here or you just flailing and hoping to God something hits because you don't actually understand any of us. Me least of all because I'm the grass that bends the other way even within this community and others. I'm a good old-fashioned freak in politics who kind of loves how the great game is played.

Or do you never plan that far ahead with anyone I want you to understand I'm going to be the toughest opponent that my kind can bring out for you because I listen to clearly and understand too much and what I get from you is a severe ignorance about the opposition because you have been taught badly how to understand your opposition your methodology is flawed

How fucking insane is U.S. politics when there are people out there defending the politicians who are stealing their tax dollars

[asgar-molla]

রেশন কার্ডের জন্য আবেদন করুন। ডিজিটাল রেশন কার্ডের আবেদন করবেন কী ভাবে? জেনে নিন তথ্য গুলি...

রেশন কার্ডের জন্য আবেদন করুন। ডিজিটাল রেশন কার্ডের আবেদন করবেন কী ভাবে? জেনে নিন তথ্য গুলি…

রেশন কার্ডের জন্য আবেদন করুন। ডিজিটাল রেশন কার্ডের আবেদন করবেন কী ভাবে? জেনে নিন তথ্য গুলি… আপনার ডিজিটাল রেশন কার্ড করা হয়নি এখনো? এর জন্য কী করতে হবে তা জানা নেই আপনার? খুবই সহজ কিছু পদ্ধতি, আসুন জেনে নেওয়া যাক… রেশন কার্ড হল ঠিকানার ও নাগরিক রেশন অধিকারিক এর প্রামণপত্রের অত্যন্ত প্রয়োজনীয় একটি নথি। বছর দুই আগেই পশ্চিমবঙ্গ সরকার পুরনো রেশন কার্ডের পরিবর্তে ডিজিটাল ও উন্নত রেশন কার্ড চালু করে…

[libraryofneith]

Out of Mind Chapter 1 (Joel Miller x Reader)

Chapter 2

This is my first The Last of Us fanfic : D This is based on the HBO show, not the video game - i don’t know how to video game. I’m also still getting to grips with how Tumblr works so if my fanfics don’t look as swish as some other fics do, bear that in mind. If you have any tips let me know! I’m also on AO3 under the same username and I tend to update that first. You can check out this fic and my others here.  

Summary:  You're a pickpocket trying to make a living in the Boston QZ, what happens when you cross two of the most dangerous smugglers in the city? 

Well if you've read any TLOU self-inserts, or any self inserts at all for that matter, you can probably guess : )This is probably gonna be a long one, we're talking some serious slow cooking here. But I promise you it will be worth it. There is gonna be some serious lemony goodness when it comes, like really really lemony, so look away ye minors or people of delicate sensibilities (no seriously i mean it).Until that comes we're gonna have it all - morally ambiguous characters, angst, more trauma than you can shake an hbo show at, hurt and comfort, maybe a little fluff if you ask nicely and so. much. pining!!!!!

Preview:  You were almost disappointed at how easy it had been. One cheeky smile, a suggestive lilt in the voice and that guy could barely tell his ass from his ear. So much for the Clint Eastwood of the Boston QZ.

Warnings/Tags: [18+ minors DNI], Boston QZ era Joel, Pre-Ellie, not Tess slander, reader and Tess are friends, slow burn, like really slow burn, slow roast cooker here, mutual pining, age gap - reader is 27 and Joel is 50, he’s my depiction of a fictional character and I’ll thirst if I want to, angst, hurt/comfort, trauma, attempts at healing, not everything about these characters and their relationships is healthy but it’s an apocalypse so sue me. 

Joel

Today was not a good day.

The sun was beating down unrelenting on Joel as he stalked through the streets of Boston trying to get as far away from the unconscious FEDRA soldier as humanly possible. Apparently that little shit thought that five ration cards for a bag of anti-depressants actually meant three ration cards and a gun in his face. The only thing Joel had taken away from that trade was the look on the guard's face when his fist connected with his jaw. At least he'd gotten the drugs back. If he'd come back to the apartment with ration cards and the stash gone Tess would've been pissed - or more pissed than she was already going to be. Maybe if he stopped by the courtyard he could trade with...

Oof!!!

Joel cursed as he crashed headlong into some stupid girl.

"Oh shit sorry."

He gave no response to her apology except a grunt.

"Oh... shit, sorry," she repeated, the words now laced with innuendo. "Wouldn't want to harm a hair on your lil' head." Who's that short-ass calling little'?

"Don't sweat it. Takes more than a bump to bring me down."

"Oo I bet it does." She was standing toe-to-toe with him now, eyes glinting, her hand stroking up and down his arm. "I wonder what it takes to bring you down." Her hand lingered and her smile threatened to draw him in and for a moment, he almost found himself leaning towards her. Then he snapped back to reality and brushed her off.

"Sorry. Not interested." Last thing he needed today was Tess giving him the cold shoulder all night. Still, he let his eyes follow her a little. She was too young for him by half but no harm in looking. Just looking. She wasn't unattractive, not unattractive at all. Like almost everyone in the QZ she looked like she'd seen better days but there was something in the way she walked, bounced almost, like she was ready to take on every fucker who tried her. And her eyes... shit. Her eyes had caught him staring. She flashed him another smile but he tore himself away, already burning her image out of his mind. A cold shower, a few pills, and a glass of whisky and it'd be gone.

"Took you long enough." Tess was already nursing a bottle when he got home.

"Hello to you too."

"What happened?" Joel sighed. He could never keep anything from her.

"Stupid fuckin' kid wouldn't pay up. Things turned ugly."

"You ok?"

"Yeah, but if that FEDRA bastard wakes up he's gonna have one hell of a headache." Tess grinned.

"So you got the stash back?"

"Yup. Gottit right he-" Tess's face fell and Joel's stomach sank as he pulled out a clear plastic bag filled with marbles, not pills.

"Joel what the fuck?!"

"Someone must've switched the bags."

"Without you noticing, how?"

"I don't know." His entire body was quivering with rage.

"Maybe it was that stupid FEDRA kid..."

"No. He's not that smart." The apartment was filled with a stony silence as he tracked back everything that had happened after the deal had gone south. He knew he had the bag after. Then he'd gone straight home, he hadn't seen or spoken to anyone after. Well, except...

"Oh." Then it dawned on him.

"What?"

"That fucker."

"What Joel. Who was it??"

He could picture her now. The glint in her eyes, that confident stride as she walked away from him, that smile, that damn smile.

"I'm gonna kill her."

---

You

You grinned as you examined the bag. One week's worth of happy pills. And after you met with Robert that bag would be seven ration cards.

You were almost disappointed at how easy it had been. One cheeky smile, a suggestive lilt in the voice and that guy could barely tell his ass from his ear. So much for the Clint Eastwood of the Boston QZ. You'd still have to lay low for the next few weeks until Tess and Joel gave up on finding you. From what you'd heard these people were not to be fucked with. Of course you had anyway but after tomorrow you'd be able to kick back and relax until your supplies ran out. Tiny Dancer blasted through your walkman as you laid back on your mattress surrounded by books, sweets, cigarettes and everything else that almost no one but you had.

Things were finally looking up.

Hope you enjoy, more to come. Like and reblog if you enjoyed, if you didn’t send it to your enemies.