#i am so sad we didn’t get to actually see any of the older kids in their summer middle school uniforms minus Koushirou bcs THEY SLAYED

[leviathans-watching]

Would you be willing to write how the brothers (any you decide but at least leviathan mammon and belphie) as well as any side characters (Raphael and barbatos perhaps?) would react to us/the reader telling them "you always were my favourite." ? Thank you even if you don't do my request I love how you characterize them. You write Raphael really well also [: - ⛓️

telling them they're your favorite

includes: older brothers, belphie, barbatos, raphael x/& gn!reader, luke & gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

wc: .7k | rated g | m.list

a/n: ught this was so fun to write and tysm!! i hope you enjoy! my inbox is open to chat, req, and leave feedback so come say hi <3

reblogs plz =)

➳ lucifer flicks a glance over at you. “is that so?” he asks, brow raising. “i thought you didn’t have favorites.” “well, i would never admit it to the rest of them, but you just get me so well. and cause me the least number of headaches,” you reply, and he lets out a half-chuckle. “i wonder why you’re admitting it to me now,” lucifer ponders aloud. “it probably has nothing to do with the fact that i know you’re hungry and know i keep snacks hidden in my desk.”

➳ mammon loses his composure quickly, sputtering. you don’t think you’ve ever seen his cheeks get that red that fast. he recovers after a long moment, chest puffing out. “i always knew it,” he insists, pride heavy in his tone. “i mean, i am your first man an’ all. it’s only natural that you’d like me best, especially since i am the coolest and best-looking of all of us.” you laugh, and he goes on. “but ya should tell me. why exactly am i your favorite and what do you like about me best?”

➳ levi shakes his head. “no, you’re just saying that to cheer me up. there’s no way a gross, lonely, yucky otaku like me is your favorite!” “you shouldn’t say those things about yourself,” you insist, laying on the puppy-dog eyes for n extra guilt factor. “it makes me sad. and i hate seeing my favorite–or should i say my bias?–sad.” levi gives you a little half-smile, convincing clearly working, and you decide to go in for the kill, prey upon his envy. “but i suppose if you don’t want to be my favorite i can pick someone else…” wow, did that turn his mind around!

➳ belphie huffs out a laugh. “please, i know you wouldn’t actually ever admit it, even though it’s true. what is it you want?” even if you insist, you know he won’t believe you, or at least believe you’re actually admitting it like he said, so you just come clean. “well, i need a ride and mammon’s the only other one home but he always makes me give him gas money.” “i knew you wanted something,” belhie grumbles good-naturedly as he pulls himself out of bed. “fine, but only if i get payment of my own. don’t you think a kiss should be enough?” his eyes slant devilishly. “at least to start.”

➳ barbatos smirks. “i didn’t know my food was that good.” “are you kidding me?” you reply, grabbing another mini-cupcake. “these are so freaking good. barbatos, if you promised to bake for me every day i’d marry you in a heartbeat.” this gets a rare true smile out of him, one complete with crinkles at the corners of his eyes. “don’t let anyone else hear you saying that,” he warns, “or else you’re going to have a bunch of wannabe-bakers messing up the kitchen at the house of lamentation, and is that something you really want to deal with?”

➳ luke pumps his fist, vibrating with excitement. “i knew it! i knew it, i knew it, i knew it! of course you like me the most, especially compared to those mean demons!” wrapping his arms around your waist, he gives you a tight hug, looking up at you affectionately. “you’re my favorite too, mc! besides simeon of course, but no one will ever beat him.” you laugh, ruffling his hair, and even though it’s mean of you to think you’re sure if he were a puppy his tail would be wagging a million times a minute. “well, it is simeon so i suppose that’s fine.”

➳ raphael blinks uncomprehendingly. “me? i’m your favorite? but, we haven’t even known one another for that long and you seem so close with the brothers!” before he can fully spiral, you smile, knocking against his shoulder. “and? i really like you. you’re kind, smart, genuine, and a good mediator. why wouldn’t you be my favorite?” you leave then, but for the rest of the day note the small, bashful smile he wears, and the way he can’t make eye-contact for more than a few seconds at a time without looking away, ears turning the slightest bit red.

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[dreamwritersworld]

The chore. (Sully family x reader)

hey! this is my first story so bear with me this is gonna be a slightly sad one 💕 also this does have scenes from shows i definitely was inspired by and used some of the situation to go based off of the story :)

Being the overlooked sibling was a difficult role to hold. Only time I was ever acknowledged was when I was constantly being yelled at and told what to do even if it wasn’t my fault. I am the twin of lo’ak but with his crazy antics it just makes it even harder to get the approval of my father.

I had to teach myself everything. Observing others actions and having to figure it out. Even with the sly compliments I’ve received, my parents just brushed it off. As you can imagine it only got worse when I got older but when Tuk came it was like a light was brought to me. I was always distant with my siblings no matter how hard I tried to just have a relationship with them they were so tight I couldn’t find any space for me to be included. Dad constantly held me at a higher role saying “y/n you need to be strong! what don’t you get? stop being so reckless and bringing your siblings into things.” Majority of the time I was yelled at for things that weren’t my fault, I just was caught in at the wrong time or blamed for not watching them. It all didn’t seem fair. It was not fair.

I notice how my parents treated me differently from my sisters and to say it didn’t hurt is a complete lie. It hurts all the time, constantly being put on the back burner hurts. Even Lo’ak and Neteyam got off easier than me. I don’t know why my father holds so much resentment to me or why he puts me to the side like I’m a stray but it wasn’t only him I’m silently mad at, it’s my mom too. Why? How could she sit there and witness it , not see it. I can’t even be fully upset I just must sit there and smile and just try better or as dad says “you need to start using your brain and do better, for THIS family!” I just wish I got the dad my sisters got. I wanted the dad who tended to me and my feelings instead of the dad who told me to suck it up saying it wasn’t ok to cry or show emotions.

Now thinking of it, the only time we talk or well when they talk to me is when they order me around or when dad yells at me. It’s become a daily thing that I take care of Tuk every since she was a baby it became my job. Not that I wouldn’t want to take care of my beautiful sunshine , it’s just keeps me tired sometimes but she’s the only one that truly knows me.

Today I actually have to go look over the war and observe from a far with my brothers but that’s in a couple of hours.

I decided to take a break from practicing and teaching Tuk new things for a quick game of hide n seek. This will only improve her quickness and alertness so it’ll help her. Only it’s been a while since I last saw her run in the forest so I whistled out for her, patiently waiting for her whistle back, something I taught her in order to hear that she’s ok! When I did hear a whistle I looked down and quietly went into the bush to catch her. “THE TICKLE MONSTER IS HERE!” Hearing her sweet giggle kept me strong. I need to keep her safe and it was getting harder to be around when she ran off with our other siblings getting into trouble. It was coming near the time to head with the war party so I hopped on my Ikran and flew to where I had to meet my brothers. We WERE spotting until Lo’ak decided to stupidly go down. Neteyam and I quickly went down for him with zero hesitation and tried to get him to get out. “Lo’ak cmon this isn’t funny I’m not kidding. we have to go. you don’t know what your doin-“ I said trying to stop my brother from doing anything more reckless, that was until we got hit.

All I could hear was ringing , trying to gasp for more air feeling blood rush down my body. I slowly opened my eyes seeing my dad take the boys and hearing Lo’ak “Dad! Dad y/n was with us! We have to get y/n!” He’s leaving. He’s leaving me. Knowing I’m down here. “She shouldn’t have been down there either. She’ll find a way home. We have to go.” In that entire moment my heart shatters. I wanted to just give up right then and there, everything that I’ve feared being true, that he didn’t give a single shit about me. I looked down to my side having a slight gash and my arm having a even larger gash. As I was escaping I can feel everything burn and my entire body fighting to even stay awake until I wasn’t. I decided to just take a break before I’d fall off my Ikran from exhaustion. Once I woke up it was already eclipse so I made my way to the healing tent and decided to just stitch myself up in order to avoid the trouble of pulling anyone out or getting more in trouble.

I never did this before. I mean I have observed and learned from a far since no one wants to teach me but stitching is new. Yelping in pain every once and awhile the needle pierced through my skin but once I was done I was only fueled by anger. So much pent up anger I didn’t even know I let go on for that long, just sitting in the silence trying to calm myself down before having to be yelled at once again for something I tried to fix not even that just that but, for not coming home before eclipse even when my own father left me in pain when I needed him. Actually considering the thought of leaving the forest and finally finding a place I can call home. I had already planned an emergency bag…this isn’t the first time I have had these thoughts, but this might actually be my last straw. Only reason why I didn’t leave was because of my baby sister. My thoughts were soon interrupted.

“Y/n you were ordered to SPOT. LOOK AT THE MESS YOU MADE-“ For a moment, for a slight moment. I actually was gonna take all the hits he sent my way but my anger, frustration towards him. towards his voice. towards his stupid orders. towards everything about him. “I’m. Still. Not. Home. I was injured and YOU left me out there to die.” silence was the only thing there as I stared at my parents resisting ever urge to cry tears of anger something I got used to as a kid being told crying was a weakness and it wasn’t ok if I cried, it wasn’t normal. “I-I didn’t know what else to do. I didn’t see you, I-I-“ now hearing the ashamed feeling in my dad’s voice, but I didn’t feel bad because I KNOW he saw me bloody lying on the floor. I KNOW he had enough time. I KNOW he didn’t hesitate to leave me. And I KNOW he’s gonna deny it.

“HOW?! I heard it all dad. I heard Lo’ak calling for you to come back for me. I saw you look at me and you were completely fine in leaving me. You’re a liar and a shitty fucking dad….why tf would you leave me?…You are fucking dead to me.” Hearing my mom cut in “y/n no you don’t mean that!” I looked at her smiled and looked back at my dad “I mean every.fucking.word. You’re dead to me “Dad”. You know I have a lot of regrets…in my life but I gotta tell you Dad being your daughter is at the top of my list.” I took a moment to finally see his emotions…he was crying… to this I scoffed and laughed. “oh now you want to cry? yea you’re just draining. You just like going around to suck the spirit out of everyone.”

I try to stop myself , I try to hold back but the more I do the more bottled up feelings come out “no no y/n i see y-“ anger erupts even more “no don’t say that! Stop saying that! You drained me. And it fucking hurts dad. You. Don’t. Love. Me. You left me. When I needed you! And a real father someone who cares would never throw me to the side the way you did…you always had your favorites. You always blamed ME. It didn’t matter if I was there or not I was the one to blame. You don’t even know anything about me. You don’t care about me. You do not love me.” Tears fall. tears that I didn’t even know I had. So I laugh at them. I witness the regret and guilt rush to my parents head realizing how they truly forgot they even had y/n as a daughter instead of just a baby sitter or someone who just followed their orders. This was the moment they realized something inside their daughter was broken and it can never be fixed.

“I gave you all. Every part of me, I have given to you. Hoping that one day you’d open your arms to me and until that moment I held a patient smile. I know now that, the idea I dreamed of will never happen. Even when I would TRY talking to you, all your ever did was push me away. So while I did everything you asked of me and more. You considered me the chore, the job you didn’t want to do. Don’t worry now, I do not want your excuses because up until you left me to die, you WERE my everything.”

I walked out but not without noticing my siblings on the side I could see the realization hit their faces, realizing that they too forgot they had a sister. The sister that took care of Tuk, handled everything she was dealt with, and more importantly the sibling they also pushed away, the sister they didn’t even want to hear stories about when Tuk was talking. Then I see Tuk my sunshine, I smile taking in her baby face one last time.

Then I rush to “home” to get my bag that I packed, I’ve been waiting for this very moment, just waited for the bandaid to rip. I hoped that a moment like this would never occur, something in my heart broke knowing that it didn’t matter anymore it was bound to happen. I called for my Ikran, crying my eyes out realizing this was really it, and that I would have to tear away from all I knew in order to finally grow and be happy. That was until I felt a tug on my leg stopping me from getting on my Ikran. Tuk. “please y/n don’t leave. Don’t leave me. You have taught me everything please y/n don’t leave home. Or just take me with you.” My heart breaks all over again looking at the child that I practically raised even if she always returned to my parents arms at night or held by them in the evening. She’s the only thing that held me here, my baby sister, my sunshine. “Tuk I see you sister but, I can’t take you with me, I can’t let you leave your home.” I can only hear her heart shatter even more. “No sister. you will take me. your all I need right now. It’s always been us please. I won’t do anything without you.” I look back and forth contemplated for a little and then…agreed. I held her close and wrapped a blanket around her, preparing for the ride.

Again this is my first story so please be understanding! :) hope you enjoyed it 💕

[peachhcs]

Luke is definitely upset for Sammy, especially after what went down in the gling to worlds fic

He knows she was so excited to spend time with Will

even though we saw some of luke’s reaction already, here’s a small blurb of him calling will about it:

the phone rang four times before will finally picked up. luke paced around his room with anger written all over his face because even though samy and him mom said not to be mean, luke was gonna be mean.

“dude, what the fuck is wrong with you?” luke spat out without even a hello or a how are you, similarly to how ryan greeted will the other night on the phone.

the blonde flinched, “you’re gonna be on my back too?”

“what the fuck do you mean i’m gonna be on your back?! of course i am! you spend an entire month with my sister in prague and then you go and break up with her as soon as we get home? what the fuck?” luke wasn’t having any of it. he’s known this kid for his entire life so the older boy was very confused on what got into him.

will flinched again at luke’s harsh tone, but he knew he deserved it. “i’m sorry,” was all the boy could manage.

“jesus christ, sorry? that’s it? did something happen between you two or what? i’ve never seen my sister this sad about something before and that’s saying a lot,” luke continued, his tone cooling off just the slightest.

“no nothing happened. i just..i don’t know man,” will frowned at the idea of samy being upset because of him.

“i’m giving you thirty seconds to come up with a better excuse than whatever you just said to me,” luke grew a bit impatient. when will didn’t say anything more, the brunette scoffed in annoyance. “look, i’ve known you your whole life. i won’t pry into things, but i never ever thought you and my sister would break up or stop being friends for that matter. you don’t have to tell me, but i’m worried for my sister and you,” the older boy’s tone softened out even more.

a sigh escaped will’s lips, “there’s just a lot going on, i guess. i can’t be the great boyfriend she wants me to be when we’re across the country from each other. she doesn’t deserve that from me. she deserves someone who’s there for her all the time. i can’t do that from california. i just..it’s for the best.”

“so said she cared about that? she doesn’t care about any of that, will. you’re all that has mattered to her. the distance..fuck that. she knows you have obligations to your sport. i don’t think she would’ve started dating you if she knew that,” luke tried.

“that’s the problem, though. i know her to know that the distance bothers her sometimes too but she’d never say any of that to me. i just thought doing it now would save us from something worse later on,” will tried explaining his reasoning.

“i think the worse has already happened, will. your logic is like highkey shit. she was so excited to be in worlds with you and support you and then you just turn around and do this shit?” the brunette shook his head in disappointment even though will couldn’t see.

“look, i already feel worse, okay? but no one’s changing my mind about any of this. she deserves better,” will stood firm on his decision.

"you're actually the stupidest person i've ever met. i'll talk to you later, man," luke didn't have anything else to say, so he ended the call.

a frustrated sigh left the boy's lips knowing will and samy were definitely not getting back together anytime soon.

[planet-crait]

I lied again. We’re back on episode 6 because I can finally watch it lolz.

Aww Hazel and Jasmine are having a sleepover. I can’t recall the last time I had a sleepover…. Probably was like middle school.

Regardless of my terrible social life they’re both being silly and adorable and I just love that. Then hanging around like bats is both cute and terrifying all at once. How does Jasmine out the cucumbers right on her eyeballs that would hurt. So much. Oh yeah I was right this is where most likely the new girl whose name I still don’t know yet probably joins the friend group.

This is another painful reminder though of the fact that Chester and AJ…never seemed to care all that much about Timmy. We don’t see them really hang out outside of school and sometimes it felt like they where only friends because they’re all social outcasts rather then actually getting along which is just really sad and definitely doesn’t remind me at all of my own childhood nope not one bit (do you believe me).

It is nice to see Hazel having friends that care about her and are involved in her life. It’s not only nice to see but can add some stakes to putting her at risk of accidentally revealing Cosmo and Wanda. I don’t know if that aspect will come into play but it could.

Wait wait Winn is non binary. I love that oh my gosh. I’m loving this rep we’re seeing in the show just so casually in it. Like no one seems to be misgendering them which is great (fuck did I misgender them my bad yall.) I do think kids should be allowed to explore their gender identity and have some wiggle room to see who they are and I love the show is allowing kids to do that.

Dev trying to one up Hazel’s sleep over is hilarious. Oh wait Jasmine what are you doing girl?? Hazel is your friend! Hazel uh don’t lie, that’s not going to win over friends. Besides I thought you didn’t care about being cool? You need to be honest. Also would people really think a hotel is fancier than a mansion?

Umm what about the other people who live in that complex won’t they…notice? I mean I guess Hazel realized her parents but what about everyone else? The chihuahua’s guarding the literal safe are hilarious but uh if her parents have to leave won’t they notice?

Speaking of notice wasn’t there an episode about Jasmine coming over to Hazels place? Or maybe they went over to Jasmines? I’m not sure. Oh nope she was how is Hazel going to explain this away? But see I mentioned earlier the friends being closer thing could cause some issues? I love the potential stress from Jasmine knowing Hazel is lying and she can’t come clean because she’ll lose Cosmo and Wanda. And potentially Jasmine since their friendship started because of a wish? Maybe? That side of it goes a little more into uncharted territory that’s for sure.

I am no architect but uh I don't think columns would ever have a supporting beam like that. I know its for Winn to stake off of but they could have done something else to make that work.

Also also was this just a conservative Christian parents thing or was it more common before for girls and boy to not be allowed at the same sleepover? Just genuinely curious for such young kids its weird to do that sure but I get the concerns as they get older.

Okay don’t judge me I’m doing research on skateboarding for uh a fic I’m working on and holy shit that kickflip is an insanely hard move to pull off while stationary like shit it’s not realistic but they’re an incredibly good skateboarder. Even Cosmo and Wanda are impressed.

Okay so I’ve worked in hotels I have a degree in hospitality and two employees does not a hotel make. Not even a cheap motel could run with two employees much less a five star hotel. I could go into a whole tangent about how hotels get their five star rating and it’s not reviews like a lot of people think it’s actually about service level and I won’t dive in too deep here but no. Two employees would not even come close to any sort of reasonable staffing levels which if Dev shows up I imagine he’ll know something is off fast. Also uh they went way to overboard on the chandeliers lolz.

Winn seems like a genuinely cool kid like they aren’t put off by Jasmine and Hazels excitement and genuinely is happy to answer questions and share about themselves. A question I don’t think anyone will ask except me, does Winn dye their hair or is it supposed to be naturally purple? I am very invested in this question.

Aww Hazel thanking Cosmo and Wanda is just adorable and I love their fist bump when she walks away. Huh I expected Dev to crash the sleepover but apparently not. Maybe it’s me knowing the depth he’ll be getting later on but I kind of almost feel bad for Dev right now. He’s a jerk currently but he’s also a kid of a rich family he’s got to have problems from that.

WHY IS HAZEL FLYING THE HELICOPTER? Girl what are you doing??!!!?? Cosmo and Wanda this isn’t proper Godparenting!!! And this is why you don’t out chandeliers in helicopters.

Okay I laughed when I saw the sign for uninhabited forest animals too sign. I just. I don’t know why I was about to ask “what about the inevitable damage crashing the helicopter will cause” and the show immediately went “nope it’s fine I know it’s implausible but it’s fine”.

I am starting to wonder how this wish will go “wrong” so to speak. Every episode so far it has and I have a few guesses but I’m not really sure what will be the thing that makes it all go wrong and how it will all resolve.

Aww they’re friends. Ahh the good old days when hanging out for like a couple days f hours made you immediate friends (toobadthosedisntlast) ehem. Oh huh I wonder if this news broadcast will cause the issue?

Ohh huh not any of my suspects most likely. Seems Hazel may let the game get to her head which is how this went for Timmy. I mean sure it makes sense but I did enjoy the show not retreading the exact same ground even if this is a good lesson to remember. I’m not at the end yet just reading the signs of what probably will happen.

Oh huh I may have been wrong again it may be less fame gets to her head and more the stress gets to her. Maybe I should stop trying to predict and just see what happens.

Ohh poor Winn and Jasmine trying to play board games and being blown off with over and over again. Oh I like Cosmo and Wanda calling out Hazel. I mean running a hotel is a lot of work but she’s a kid and she should be hanging out with her friends.

Wait did Cosmo and Wanda send them to SPACE WITH NO GEAR???? Oh they are dead. Vicious. (Whycoulsnttheydothattotimmysparents) ehem wow I have a bad cough today ignore that it’s over text. But see this is why you don’t only have two employees it’s way too much work. I guess it’s technically three people but that’s still not nearly enough people.

I’m glad they forgave Hazel pretty quickly. I am not a fan of when people demand groveling for forgiveness especially since she wasn’t like mean to them directly more got caught up in other things which while not great isn’t like as mean as what happened with Timmy. Though. Wouldn’t everyone notice the apartments changing from a hotel to a messy apartment? With the episode ending I feel like that’s gonna get yadda yadda’d past. Poor Hazels dad. He’s right but no one is listening to him. Why didn’t the emu vanish as well why did Cosmo have to toss it out? I have questions.

Yeah Dev sucks but oof getting chased by an animal is uh terrifying. Overall I think this is my new favorite episode so far. The writing flows better things that happen overall flow well and just works overall. I was way off base on how things would go wrong with this wish but that’s okay sometimes, they didn’t mislead or anything I was just wildly guessing lolz.

Onto episode uh 8? Oh jeez jumping out of order is getting so confusing lolz. Hopefully this is the last time I have to do that.

[dont-blame-it-on-the-kids]

Haven’t read avatar tales or the lost adventures yet.

But I read (most of) the ATLA comics!

Spoilers

Approx Timeline Order:

Katara and the Pirate's Silver mid. Honestly. The pirates are cool and all but it didn't really add much for me. 4/10

Suki, Alone was actually a really good addition to the plot line! It explained a lot and it did a pretty good job in the short comic style. Wish Kyoshi actually showed up more for her tho? She had like one speaking line that was echoing what Suki was already saying then she was Gone 6/10

The Promise was boring honestly. Zuko was the bad guy again?? Only thing I remember is it started to shake up Aang’s “the four nations need to remain separate to be in balance” ideals. Establishes Yu Dao as an old fire nation colony and how life there has changed over 100 years. Also Katara being… soft about Aang’s promise to End Zuko even tho she fucking told him straight up in the show if he stepped out of line she would kill him. 3/10

The Search, god Ursa is so unwell and honestly Azula gets it from her 100% they blame Ozai but it’s also gotta be Ursa too. Azula having complete mental breakdown. The continued influence of Ozai on the kids and the fire nation was a good set up. Ursa literally putting Zukos life on the line to prove Ozai was intercepting her letters to home she wasn’t supposed to be sending anyway was insane. Giant face and memory stealing spirit who said she would only give out one favor but ending up giving out like four? Amazing. Aang’s negotiating skills 0% helpful. Serving me a PTSD milf on a silver platter who’s made some awful choices. 10/10

The Rift I’m going to be very honest I am so sad we didn’t get to see more of the acolytes in this one. (And I’m UPSET we didn’t see any older one of the original acolytes covering their tattoos in LOK that would have been an amazing plot point.) TOPH!!!! God Toph rocked in this one. And go Poppy for dumping Lao’s ass lmao, sad we didn’t see her tho. Gonna be honest I didn’t clock in this one that the valley was where RC was built. Basic story, cool bending, and possibly Suyins father?? Idk after seeing it I’d be convinced. CABBAGE MAN!!! My truest fave lmao loved the overt shots of him deciding to get Cabbage Corp up and running. It would have been cool if they mentioned that one in Imbalance tho as a facility. Also seeing Yangchen!! 6/10

Macha Makers iroh gets a crushhh and also spirits work with him like it’s after LoK b2? Very cool. It’s pretty good for one of the free comic shorts 6/10

Toph Beifong’s Metalbending Academy honestly not much happens in this one. Suki is adorable. We see a lava bender named Sun and we Never See them AGAIN 3/10

Smoke and Shadow this one FUCKED SO HARD my godddd my PTSD MILF on a silver platter. Azula being so unwell and Kiyi fucking nailing firebending poses she saw Zuko do once and escaped the cell with all the kids. Tom Tom is adorable. Mai and Ty Lee bonding moments my godddd 10/10

Azula and the Spirit Temple gosh this one was pretty good. Loved the spirit tho a hope to see more of that haunting thing if we ever get an ending to azula’s story. Azula having a spirit lead mental breakdown? 8/10

North and South oh god. This one was basically LoK b2 all over again. How many time are these guys gonna fight?? And tbh I ALSO don’t like how in LoK the south looked like a mini replica of the Northern tribe. So seeing the explanation of why and then it kinda just being allowed was not fun. I feel like they could have done something more than recycle a LoK plot line but okay whatever. 2/10

Imbalance 😒 talk about recycled plot lines. How many water benders are going to try to pit benders and non benders against eachother? Bad guy was almost cool. A good bit of set up for how Cranetown actually grew into Republic City, it would be nice if LoK incorporated the original spirits of that valley tho. Especially when the portal opened. Art was amazing and Toph going undercover then immediately blowing that cover was amazing. if the bad guy here or Any of the set up was mentioned in LoK and it was expanded upon here it would be better. Like if Amon referenced Liling as part of the reason the Equalists formed. I know this is the problem with pre-quils 4/10

Not in timeline order:

The Bounty Hunter and the Tea Brewer iroh redemption arch for the worst directing choices made for him in the show? Yup. Gives June a good ending. Actually kinda like the set up of the tea cartel. Over all a nice short story. 6/10

Lost and Found very short story about Toph being good with kids?? Very cute. 7/10

[trickstarbrave]

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I feel like other adopted kids and foster kids constantly long for their bio families whenever I see them talking abt their struggles online. And I guess maybe it’s bc I wasn’t directly adopted but became a ward of the state but was basically always raised by my grandparents (who I am not biologically related to, my mom is adopted)

Past a certain age I never really missed my dad. I am completely over it. I used to get sad but I think I mostly wanted a father to feel normal and have all those “father daughter bonding moments” described by other ppl. I have my grandpa who I often call dad bc he’s the only father figure I’ve had, and I think that’s more than enough. I guess I also missed my dad himself but I’ve forgotten most of the memories ZTFXVXGJBJB

My mom talking abt getting in touch w her bio parents and I do not know how to tell her I don’t rly WANT to meet them bc they’re strangers. I have never at once felt like my grandparents weren’t my real family. My uncle is like my older brother, and tbh my grandparents have been more my parents than my mom ever rly was (not entirely her fault she is deeply mentally unwell and had substance abuse problems, but fails to recognize that was why she lost custody of me and was never really a full parental figure). My mom has even said I’m “the kid they actually wanted to adopt” instead of her and yeah that was. Weird to hear. But I guess that cements we simultaneously have a sibling body and mother and child bond with the sibling one being being strong since she views me as the spoiled youngest sibling. I don’t think I’m necessarily spoiled for that reason I think it was more so bc my mom had serious psychological issues that were effecting me and I nearly died multiple times as a baby and continued to be sick the rest of my life. Then again my mom was also disabled as a baby. I don’t know if I can trust her judgement that she was not spoiled considering her parents have bailed her out hundreds of times and made excuses for her to my uncle and I. So

Anyways that was a tangent this family is my real family. I don’t wanna blend with my dad’s and not just bc his mom is crazy and I don’t wanna meet my mom’s bio family but I guess I will if she really wants me to. Doesn’t mean I need to have a relationship w them. But I don’t really have any desire to. Maybe that’s also the autism or mental illness for me idk

I’m really afraid to like, say it around other ppl who grew up not w their bio family bc idk I’m afraid I’ll get accused as ungrateful or trying to trample on their feelings. Or that I am actually a freak and no one else feels like how I do bc my situation is so weird and convoluted or that I don’t “count” and “wouldn’t get it” bc my bio mom WAS still technically around

On a side note oh my GOD I just realized in grade school when they asked me to meet a woman in the office and she asked me a bunch of questions abt my problems at home that was a social worker. I was being interviewed by a social worker. I think I was actually being interviewed bc I missed a lot of school, came to school w random bruises and scrapes, was underweight, and didn’t react much when getting hurt. None of those were from abuse or neglect tho I was just chronically ill so I missed school and had trouble putting on weight, have a weirdly high pain tolerance, and had poor spacial awareness so I often bumped into things or fell down (I think i still do actually). I literally had no clue until now when I remembered that while writing this post VHCGUVFCHVVHVHBJ HELP

[sweetfirebird]

Multifandom fic recs!

I mentioned doing a fic recs list the other day, and since I couldn't work on my needlepoint for a while (in which I feel like Mr. Thorton's mother doing her linen embroidering in North & South), I actually did one.

This is a multifandom recs list because it was more fun to just skim through various fandom bookmarks than to do a concentrated list for one show or whatever. Also.. some of these are for fandoms I read in and some are just fics I stumbled across one day, so they could be representative of their fandoms or not I have no idea. {insert shrug emoji here}

These are also all m/m and I think.... fairly cis? I did consider doing some f/f and trans and Rules 63 stuff but uh my bookmarks are a mess. The only fandom where I set aside some genderfuckery aside in any sort of organized fashion is Les Mis with Rule 63 stuff which maybe should get its own post. ? If people wanted?

Anyway, read the tags for each story, etc

Recs across the starboard bow, captain!

Star Wars Rogue One

waaay before the movie. I've recced this before. Chirrut/Baze

A Monk in Good Standing (Must Be in Need of a Bro)

The Eagle

Marcus/Esca

What Big Hands You Have

modern au, Esca is a size queen

From the Depths of His Heart

Canon-era werewolf AU

Póga

Canon-era  Esca teaches Marcus to kiss slow

Devotee

Canon-era gay farmers with some yearning

The Losers

Jensen/Cougar

The First Eight Don't Count

Jensen is a cat sometimes. Like a house cat. Yeah it’s weird for him too.

By Daybreak We'll Be Gone

werewolf AU (sensing a recurring trope here lol)

Inception

(Obv Arthur/Eames.)

Breaking and Entering

Jeeves and Wooster

Misplaced

Bertie has lost something

Voltron (the… whatever the new cartoon’s subtitle was. Legendary Defender?)

(I know that fandom is a hotbed of strife) but I am not/was not involved in any of that. Yikes.)

the electric synthesized pop ballad of why keith can’t have nice things

a/b/o au... but like... he just wants to be good

The Vorkosigan Saga

This is Ivan/Byerly because that is the only ship that matters

Twenty-Year Man

Ivan's getting older and having some realizations despite himself. Also... side note but... carefully and cynically yearning Byerly is a delight.

Original, historical

Darling and the Cinderella Club

Teen Wolf --HOWEVER! These are all Teen Wolf/SGA fusion

Why? Because the space marine vibes are impeccable

All Sterek

Show You What All That Howl is For

The Ring of the Ancestors is Not a Euphemism

Faint is a Medical Term

What We Do in the Shadows

Something Here Will Eventually Have to Explode

Guillermo/Nandor

Venom

Venom/Eddie, obviously

Heartthrob

Good Omens

Good Old-fashioned Lover Boy

Get Religion Quick (cause you're looking divine)

The Hobbit

all Bilbo/Thorin

Rations

pre-adventure sexual tension

The Subways of Men

modern au, but still with hobbits and dwarves

okay and then because idk I just love them finding each other after things

Plant Your Trees

It's Been a Long Day Without You, My Friend

(slight au)

And then one just to be sad

Hold Onto Hope If You've Got It

Les Mis

Enjolras/Grantaire because I am basic aw yeah

The Laurels of Doing is Enough

modern AU

True Love's Kiss

modern AU but with magic

Adequate

The first in a small Star Trek AU series that is cute

A Reversal of Celestial Mechanics

Canon-era, Enjolras takes Grantaire up on his offers… offers Grantaire didn’t realize he was making lol

There is one where Grantaire is fucking Courf while they both discuss/hint at his feelings for Enjolras but I cannot begin to express the chaos of my bookmarks so.... couldn't find it.

And finally...

Check, Please

Dex/Nursey

Bless This Mess and Call It a Home

Magic AU

The Most Room in Our Hearts

Dex sees Nursey holding some kids and gets Feelings about it

(there is a small nurseydex commentfic with sort of a similar bent but like so many things, it was posted to tumblr then deleted so is now lost forever.)

ok this one is uhhh read the notes and tags. It is known to me and @vashti-lives as the one we don’t talk about  aka the 1950s coal miners AU

Strange Lovers

And to finish up, a Ransom/Holster kink/getting together fic that was actually the first thing I read for this fandom.

When You Got Skin in the Game (you stay in the game)

I will post this to pillowfort too but I need to stop and eat first.

[just-jess-78]

I finally looked the girl up today. It was so much harder than I expected because she was nothing like I expected her to be.

I expected her to be young and blonde and bubbly and beautiful.

She’s my age so still older than him. She’s skinny but not the kind that makes you miss your pre kid body. She had weight loss surgery ten years ago and is an avid gym goer. She’s definitely earned her skinny. She’s a golfer. She honestly seems like a decent person. Their personalities make sense together. I don’t mean this with any kind of anything in my heart but I didn’t know how it would fuck me up to see that I’m actually prettier than her or just as pretty (I don’t mean that though she’s plain af) and I say that because then I started to spiral and think holy shit…all this time he made me feel like I was ugly and gross and I thought it was because he wasn’t attracted to me physically but what if it’s because I’m ugly inside. And that hurt me worse than anything has ever hurt me. I started to feel crazy like did I not try enough was I not affectionate enough. Should I have tried to go do shit with him that he wanted to do even though we never did anything I ever wanted to do. He never even listened to the stuff I was interested in. Was it as bad as I remember it or am I fucking crazy.

Then I remembered that when things were good and everything was perfect and I was in a good mood things were (seemed) really good. The ONLY times he’s ever EVER been cruel to me were the times when I needed him. When my aunt died he wouldn’t even hug me and I remember knowing that was fucked up and being too ashamed to tell anyone. I tried to talk to him about it and he said he “didn’t like being told what to do?”

I broke my arm skiing one year on vacation with friends and he was mad at me about something dumb that I can’t even remember now and he drove so crazy on the way to the ER because he was still mad and then wouldn’t carry my purse in for me. He put his cap over his eyes and never looked at me the entire time. It was so bad that one of the nurses pulled me aside and asked if he had done it to me.

So even though the good times outweighed the bad, the bad times were so hurtful that I never could get over them. And we certainly couldn’t talk about it because then the fight was really on because he’s “sorry he can’t do anything right” 🙄

Idk. Maybe the truth is just the fucking truth. They’re compatible. We were not. Romantically or sexually. If so then I’m honestly happy for him. And I mean that with everything in me because I get it. I’m so excited to fall in love again someday and do it right this time. I love love and I love that he feels that because it’s probably his first time. I always knew he didn’t love me that way because I know what that feels like and it was never what we had. For a minute it made me sad that he had to be so shitty to me because I would absolutely love to be able to tell him that I hope that’s his forever and I hope she fills the voids for him that I couldn’t or didn’t want to.

The part that hurts the worst is knowing that he would never ever have loved me enough to let me go gracefully if the script was flipped.

I didn’t love him like you should love your husband because no matter how hard I tried I never could respect him as my husband because he wasn’t a leader to me. There was nothing I could respect about him as my husband. He provided financially but he never protected me he never made sure I didn’t have to pump my own gas. He never let me pick one fucking movie. He only got me off 13 times in 15 fucking years.

But I did love him like you love your best friend. I took care of him and I took care of his heart. I wish I didn’t feel so stupid for doing it for so long.

[girlvinland]

I have so many emotions every day. I’ll have moments when I’m content or even feeling joyful, but then a huge wave of guilt or sadness or resentment will wash over me. I know it’s normal, so I have to just let it happen and let it go.

Yesterday I was listening to an older woman talk about how she didn’t start understanding her sexuality until she was 56, and that from there it took another 8-10 years of working on being okay with it bc of the things she’d done in life (marriage, kids, and all that), and bc of her own internalized homophobia. I felt like I related so much, even though I’m not as old as her, even though I haven’t chosen to do those things, and even though we’ve had different journeys (she said she’d never questioned her sexuality before then, which is a hard thing for me to understand, but I know it’s different for older generations).

I had things I always knew about in myself as a teenager and even as a child, but then something would always push me back from being okay with it. I think I was 23-25 when I finally started slowly putting my toes in the water more, even though the thing that persisted in my mind was always “no, you can’t do this. What would your parents think? Dad wants a son-in-law he can do things with. Mom wants a grandchild that she is related to. They want this one life for you that they envisioned, so just stick with the program until someday you can be free from their expectations.” And it’s really sad that someday would always = when my parents are no longer here. With that knowledge, how long would this need to be endured? It’s sad that so many other people have felt like this, too.

My guilt doesn’t all stem from that, though. I had been in a relationship with someone for so long, to the point of becoming engaged because we felt so much pressure to do it, and bc it felt safe. Plus, the idea of a wedding is often so fun and exciting, it’s hard to not get all wrapped up in that. I’m lucky that this person has always treated me with so much kindness and respect, I don’t know if I could have learned to accept myself so much otherwise, because they encouraged my self-exploration so much, and never with any judgment. So when I’ve taken these dips into the water, I’ve had to consider how badly it must still hurt them, how badly it must have hurt to have been on the other side of this. The only consolation is knowing that we both made the decision to stay due to comfort/stagnation/safety/etc. And now, we both want the best for one another. It is a weird journey, but maybe it’s not that abnormal, either. It helps when there are mutual understandings and few hard feelings.

I used to imagine life as a really big peak to climb, like you’d just keep making decisions to go up and up and up. Graduate high school. Go to college. Find someone. Get a job. Get married. Have kids. Stay at your job. See kids have kids. Retire. Die.

I’ve realized it’s not like that at all, that it’s not one big peak, but rather a series of hills, and I see it in myself and in my family and friends- we all make choices, but the choices can always change. Nothing is permanent, no rule book has to be followed (bc no rule book actually exists). You can change your mind at any time. Even if it hurts, even if it hurts other people. Of course, I think trying to diminish the hurt is usually a very good thing to do, even if it can’t always be done.

But I am so tired of this whole life skeleton that seems to be so set in place for everyone to adhere to. And I couldn’t keep using the sunk-cost fallacy to justify my decisions like, well, I’ve been doing this for this long, so I can’t turn around now. I could always turn around, I always can. Everyone can. I’ve watched my mom change her career completely in her 40s-50s. I’ve seen friends get divorced in their late twenties after realizing marriage or the person they were with wasn’t right for them, but they hadn’t had the knowledge to know that before. I’ve seen people like the woman I mentioned earlier, who discovered more about their identities later than expected.

Each day I become more accepting of the idea that change is possible and even expected, and I feel more and more okay with throwing the weird life rule book into the water. I was losing myself so much by trying to stick to it, but now I know I don’t have to do that any longer. I’ve had a lot lately going on outside of all of this, but the moments I can reflect on it get easier each time. My self-acceptance grows stronger each time. It’s still extremely hard some days, but I don’t fear it so much anymore.

[nevada93-blog]

Are we there yet?

Are we there yet?

We hear it all the time in films, usually from children, only wanting to “get there!” - they often never enjoy the journey. To me this isn’t too dissimilar to societal expectations or milestones and the unspoken desire to “get there!”. Especially for women. By 30: have a partner, have a child and AT LEAST be engaged. If you don’t, something is seriously wrong with you.

I was never one to care about what everyone else is doing. Not in a selfish way but more in a “I’m OK with where I’m at” kind of way. I was never the girl who dreamed of one day being married, although myself and three other girls from my cul-de-sac did have a boyfriend debrief of things we would want when we’re older. We all agreed that we wanted a bit of a bad boy and someone who smoked. I guess smoking seemed cool.I also got both of those things when I grew up. My late teens - 20s was filled with bad experiences all round from friendships to relationships, then health issues with my colitis, lots of time in hospital. I didn’t have the 20s people in my peer group had. I wasn’t a big drinker so going out all the time wasn’t for me. I’ve not been on holiday since I was 13. I’ve not had the same opportunities to meet new people (and maybe even someone I could be in a relationship with!) and it didn’t bother me - because for me all that mattered was staying out of hospital and having a job - those two things for me were me doing well. 

Trauma can shut us down and make us avoid things. For me this showed up in relationships. By 24, I was done and happy to be a cat lady. I was in fact, proudly, a cat lady. I had 0 interest in even talking to boys. The first time I saw what Tinder was I thought it was extremely shallow. While all my other girl friends were like dogs on heat (I love you), I was checked out.

I never had any big dreams or strong opinions having children - in college I was actually quite certain I’d not have any. My stance was I loved children but I equally loved giving them back ha. When I was 20 I met someone and I’d say it felt like my first “adult relationship”. He was from a big family so children for him was an absolute. I suddenly wanted children (I’d say that happens often). 

He still wasn’t quite done with his past though and it was a to and from between me and the ex. When I fell pregnant  and the reality was in our faces, there was a backtracking on him wanting that with me. Throw in being incredibly poorly & a level of knowing I’d end up doing it alone, I had the abortion. Some people have big support systems or a support system that can chip in; while I had that on a mini scale, it wasn’t enough or fair on a child to bring into the world. 

 6 months later he was engaged to the ex (although that ended up also not lasting). This led to that complete shut down phase of any relationship by the time I was 24. People often see abortion in such black or white terms. I’d say most  people would have the opinion that if someone chose to have an abortion, how could they be sad about it? Although I don’t regret it and for ME it was the right choice, it’s an event that lingers almost ten years later. 

Now I’m almost 30 and it’s when all of these things start showing up. I believe my “don’t care what anyone else is doing” is partially a trait - I do think some of us are less affected or moved by peer pressure or FOMO. The other part I now believe was my mind's response to keep me safe & keep me focused on doing what I can to get through the years. It's only since COVID/lockdown period that I have literally felt things changing and that I am moving out of beliefs and attitudes I’ve had since I was 24 (not interested in relationships, on the fence about children, happy to do my own thing). Which is amazing yet incredibly difficult when your peers have already been in relationships for 5+ years, have kids or are having more! I’m one of the last standing people in my area, they’ve all moved. Now I don’t have anyone to do what I’d need to do (going out, eventually being partnered etc), because they were all doing it 5 years ago! 

Oof...has that wool that was keeping me safe been ripped from my eyes or what, ha. It feels like being asleep for a period of time, waking up and realizing everyone has gone. I’ve recently concluded that the reason it can often hurt so much, especially when people close to you might not understand, is because it really wasn’t a conscious choice. We all have a need to survive and my brain decided to shut me down and make me a cat lady (love you Ollie and Jackie).

I’ve also had to ask myself where even is “there” in my own “are we there yet?” journey. I know I’d like a family one day but I also know I won’t tolerate being treated a certain way just to have it. I’m in a very interesting, enlightening, free, scary, painful place in my life. A reality in my life is that I do have to get out and meet new people. It’s now my responsibility to meet new people during this next part of my life and when you’ve been a cat lady for almost six years, it’s quite scary. (generally too, not just for romantic relationships) but I know I’m not alone in it. Someone might read this and they’ve checked off all the “by 30” milestones and yet still feel a similar way.

So wherever you are on your own “are we there yet?” journey, I hope you too can learn to stop and enjoy the ride.

Who knows, we might miss all this one day.

[jemimaland]

kindness 🐇

(something i’m still learning)

recently i’ve noticed that being kind is really hard, and being a bitch is pretty easy. not because we’re all evil at heart, and i’m not saying that we’re all going around being horrible to each other’s faces, but who hasn’t bitched about someone once? who hasn’t given a dirty look to someone they didn’t like? it’s natural, or at least if feels that way. because everyone does it, we feel that our actions are morally permissible. but i don’t think we should be kind for the sake of morality, i actually think that morality is an illusion but that’s a philosophical debate for another time, we should be kind because it is the best thing to be.

from a young age we get taught kindness in movies and books and tv shows and as we grow older we find that being kind doesn’t show immediate results. in fact, a lot of the time being kind leads to people taking advantage of your kindness and being mean. so you end up being mean back.

i used to pride myself on how harsh and cold i was, that i would never let anyone get to me, but i was insecure, afraid, and sad. my mum once told me i was ‘prickly’ like a cactus, and i was so proud of myself for that, as if it was a good thing that i would never let anyone get close to me. it’s still difficult not to revert back to my prickly nature a lot of the time, when somebody irritates me it’s hard not to say something snarky. and when i’m with my sisters it’s hard not to make risky, mean jokes for the sake of making them laugh. but i’m trying, and i’m trying for a few reasons:

i feel happier when i’ve done something kind. it’s a pretty selfish idea really, and one that isn’t new. but i’ve been so sick of feeling sad that i grasp onto anything that makes me happy, and going out of my way to be kind does that. giving money to a homeless person, volunteering to help out my parents and teachers more often, even smiling to people on the street. it’s a beautiful feeling, and one that i hope to develop.

the law of attraction. what you put out into the universe, the universe will give back to you in spades. when i was a mean, harsh person, i attracted mean, harsh people, which in turn would make me meaner and harsher, and so the cycle with continue. i don’t want to attract mean people, i want to attract kind people, so i will endeavor to be kind wherever possible.

being mean only showcases one’s own insecurities. when you’re mean about other people, you tend to feel worse about yourself. i want to feel beautiful and happy and light, negativity and cruelty drags down your energy. it’s almost like it shows in your face. i can tell i kind person from a mile away, same with a mean person. i want people to be able to tell that i am kind just by looking at me.

kindness is an act of bravery. as i mentioned before, being kind can sometimes mean that you’re faced with people who try to take advantage of your kindness. this has happened to my sister quite a few times, and it hurts me to see it. but kindness doesn’t mean cowardice. you can stand up for yourself and still be kind, and continuing to be kind throughout shows courage and strength of character.

to teach my children by example. i sometimes wonder if the reason why harshness comes so easily to me is because my mum showed me how to be harsh from a young age. i love my mum to bits, but i don’t have any memories of her being particularly selfless or generous. even though my dad shows these traits more, i am naturally more like my mum than not. i think that you can tell kids all you want to be kind, generous, selfless, etc. but if you don’t lead by example, they won’t do it, because they learn by copying you. so when i have children of my own i want to teach them good values by showing them.

[furiousthingprofessorduck]

My mind keeps telling me how strange it is, growing older. It almost feels like it’s becoming easier, but not in the way we felt as kids when everything was carefree. As children, we could move through life without thinking too much. We could do whatever we wanted, run wild, laugh, and play without a single worry. There was a kind of freedom back then—a freedom I sometimes wish I could get back. I long to return to a time when life felt simple, to a moment five years ago, or even further back, when I didn’t carry so much weight on my shoulders.

I miss that version of myself—the one who wasn’t overwhelmed by responsibilities. I imagine going back in time, standing in front of my younger self, and talking to him. I’d tell him, ‘You don’t have to rush to grow up. You will grow into the person you’re meant to be. You will find your way, even when it feels impossible.’ It’s just a wish, I know—just a thought that sometimes crosses my mind. But as the days go by, I realize how hard growing up really is. With each year, more responsibility piles on, and sometimes it feels like life is slipping away from me. I get lost in the routine, in the endless tasks, and I forget what it means to actually live. I pretend I’m fine, that my heart and body are okay, but deep down, I’m not always sure.

People say, ‘Everything will be alright,’ but I often wonder if that’s really true. Sometimes, it feels like nothing is truly right, like nothing will ever fully be okay until we reach the end of our lives. There’s a sadness in that thought—a kind of helplessness—because life can feel like it’s just a cycle we can’t break.

I think about life like a circle. We’re born into this world, we grow up, and then we take on responsibilities. If we can handle them well, people see us as good. If we struggle or fail, people judge us as if we’ve done something wrong. There’s so much pressure to do everything perfectly, to meet every expectation. But what happens when we can’t? And in the end, does it even matter? The truth is, when we die, most people will remember us for a little while—maybe for a few months, maybe a year or two. But eventually, they will move on. Life will continue without us, and we’ll fade from memory.

So I ask myself, what am I really doing today? What are any of us doing? We keep hoping and planning, thinking that we’re building some kind of future, but what does that future even look like? Sometimes I feel like everything we’re striving for is just an illusion. Life is so short—much shorter than we realize. And in that short time, we get so caught up in working for others, in trying to meet our responsibilities, that we forget to live for ourselves. I think it’s important to find those moments, even if they’re brief, where we can feel joy, where we can feel free. We should hold on to the things that give us that sense of freedom and happiness, even while we try to manage the responsibilities that weigh on us. It’s hard to find balance, but I think it’s necessary, because life isn’t just about surviving—it’s about truly living, even in the small moments that we can call our own.

[awfulronpa]

Awfulronpa (Prologue)

When i woke up, i was in a classroom of sorts. Weird..i don’t remember entering a school? On the desk i was sat at, i noticed a small rectangle. I picked it up, and inspected it. It seems like a device. When i turned it on, there it showed my face, name, and..ultimate?

Enigma. The Ultimate Podcaster.

Enigma?? That isn’t my name. My name is…why can’t i remember my name? Great. Well, i might as well get out of this class room and look around.

I exited the room, and took in my surroundings. This was a ginormous school. As i walked, i noticed stairs that led downstairs.

Walking down, i could hear voices. Ah. So more people are here. At the end of the steps, i opened the door, just to be greeted by a wide range of people.

Adults..kids..teens..a weird range of them. I could hear normal conversations, along with two shouting at each other. I looked over to a person with white hair. My..lets say “phone” vibrated, when i checked it, i saw their information.

Melowon. The Ultimate Trickster.

Isn’t that trustworthy. I could hear someone— a girl? "Hey, hey, there’s no need to argue, calm down!"

Another voice. "This dumbass started it!" A younger girl.

"No way, it was toootally you." Another. A guy. I turned to see three brown haired people. A girl with some 80’s shirt inbetween a kid and some guy.

My “phone” vibrated again, all their information on the screen.

DorkyLesbian. The Ultimate Digital Artist.

Ouroboros. The Ultimate Asshole.

Swappy. The Ultimate Fangirl.

Dorky lesbian? And ultimate asshole? These names and ultimates just get weirder each time.

"NO DONT PUNCH EACH OTHER!" I heard from the older one— Dorky, im assuming. I shoot my head up and run over to grab Ouroboros while Dorky grabs Swappy. They’re glaring at each other.

I sigh and shake my head, looking towards Dorky. "What’s happening?"

"I didn’t hear much, but from what im guessing they got into a heated argument about the situation.." she responded with her guess, suddenly the younger one pipes up.

"He was saying the most stupidest shit!" She retorted "Someone needed to shut him up."

He scoffed slightly "It wasn’t even that big of a deal!" I huffed and set him down, and quickly after, Dorky set down Swappy.

Suddenly, another voice. "Well, what seemed to happen here?" A cherry voice, we all look over to a short man. With a dog head band?

All of our “phones” vibrated, and once again, i checked.

Ryuji. The Ultimate Collector.

Why are we all given these fake names?? This doesn’t make sense.. I decide to speak up on that. "Do any of you remember your actual name?" I asked. They all looked at me, then had a face of..i couldn’t tell. Attempting to remember?

A voice behind me speaks. "Seems we cant. Sad." I jumped. I turned around to see it was the one named Melowon. They smirked at me, knowing what they did.

I checked my “phone” once again, to go through everyone in this place.

Marble. The Ultimate Meteorologist.

Louise. The Ultimate Chaos Inducer.

Andi. The Ultimate Vocalist.

Moon. The Ultimate Clown.

George. The Ultimate Skit Maker.

Bobby. The Ultimate Racer.

Ebony. The Ultimate Emo.

Thirteen of us— myself included —in total. We suddenly hear a screech of a mic, then a voice. "HELLLOOOOO, NEW STUDENTS OF HOPES PEAK!"

We all turn to the podium, where out pops…a stuffed bear?! "I am your new principal! Monokuma!" It looks around "Seems i screwed up a bit and got a lot who dont fit the age range. Oh well!"

It claps. "Now, i hope you all are ready for this never ending semester, because this is your new home forever!" We all express our distaste for this..idea.

"What the hell?! Are you fucking crazy?!" Yells one— i think is Louise. We’re all furious.

"Now, now, calm down! There is a loophole to graduate." The bear speaks. We all quiet down to listen. "All y’gotta do a murder someone and dont get caught! Simple!"

Dead silence.

Kill each other? We’re all human beings— some of us are even younger than anyone here! I can already hear crying from someone. One of the younger ones im assuming.

"Oh, dont be all high and mighty now! You’ll get the motivation to kill one way or another!" Monokuma laughs.

"AS IF!" Scoffs..Ebony, i think? "This is all some stupid prank made up by some posers. Like i’d listen to a stuffed bear."

"THAT’S MISTER STUFFED BEAR TO YOU! And this isn’t a prank!" He huffs. "You’ll find yourself with a dead body sooner or later!" He cackles as he descends, assuming he left.

I turn around to see angry, fearful, and anguished students. Swappy clung onto Melowon as she’s sobbing, Ryuji and Dorky trying to compose their nervousness, others? I can’t describe well.

One thing’s for sure.

This isn’t a school worthy to be named Hopes Peak.

[devils-little-sista]

When I was younger I used to be a fan solangelo (I’m talking about BoO and ToA era) but there was still certain things I didn’t like about the relationship back then (mainly how Will treats Nico so disrespectful) I wanted to see them work through these problems and wanted to see some serious character development for Will and their relationship in general and also wanted Nico overcoming his internalized homophobia and being more casual about it. I thought we would get that in tsats and tsats just made everything so much worse. I was extremely disappointed.

As a kid I did feel kinda represented. I could see that there was a lot of missed potential and could have been better but I appreciated that Rick was trying his best at least.

And then the hidden oracle came out. I started to feel less and less represented bit by bit. But I still held onto hope. I thought maybe Rick will talk about these problems that Will has eventually and solangelo will work out their problems. And then they didn’t.

The tower of Nero snuffed out a lot of my hope because Will was still being disrespectful and hiding things from Nico and trying to control him.

Even before tsats I was kinda falling off the solangelo wagon. And I thought tsats would pull me back onto it but instead it just pushed me off. The older I get the more solangelo irks me and the more I start to despise Wills character and despise Rick and Mark for making him this way when we could have had it all. When solangelo could have been done so much better there was so much potential and it was all just done so wrong in so many ways.

I am sad and grieving the amazing ship of solangelo we could have had. Instead Rick and Mark gave us this cannon abomination. I think they either should have done solangelo justice or they should have put Nico with someone else

(cough Jason cough right after Piper broke up with him cough cough they could have been roommates at Jason’s boarding school and Nico could have been with Jason and Apollo and Piper and Meg and they all go to camp Jupiter with Piper and Leo and Jason and Nico and Jason doesn’t die and Jasico kick ass in the battles at camp Jupiter and live happily ever after cough cough cough cough. I think I’m done coughing now).

Or they could have just left Nico single and let him wander around the country going to see his friends everywhere or they could have just made Nico and Jason best friends and Nico follows Jason everywhere.

Solangelo had potential and Rick and Mark fucked it up. Jasico had potential and Rick and Mark fucked it up. They could have casually shown him in a relationship with a side character (wich is what BoO and ToA did except Will was still a little overbearing) Or they could have made him stay single and focused on his own character arc. Any of those would have been so much better than the cannon solangelo that we got.

If tsats didn’t exist I might be ok with solangelo where they left off in ToA. Or maybe if Rick had actually written tsats himself it would not have been as bad as it was.

I’m gonna be honest now looking back on it. For cannon Jasico or single Nico best friends with Jason makes a lot more sense than solangelo.

Don’t even get me started on how much I hate the way Will treats Nico, mostly in tsats but there’s also a good bit of it in BoO and ToA. I could talk so much about it that your ears would fall off.

I hate how Will keeps Nico tied to him. Nico is naturally adventurous and wants to wander around the world seeing old friends and going to new places to make new friends. And Will wants to stay posted up at camp and stay in one place. (Not that there’s anything wrong with that. But there is something Wrong with how Will won’t let Nico go exploring and won’t let him use his powers at all and won’t let him go to the underworld to see his family. Will keeps Nico totally isolated from all of his friends and family outside of camp. That gives me the creeps).

Listen, I don’t wanna start anything, but I hafta ask all my queer PJO fans out there.

Do y’all enjoy Solangelo?? Bc there’s something undeniably heterosexual about it that just irks me. Am I alone on this? (I’m talking strictly Canon Solangelo here)

I just wonder if the majority of the people who love this ship are also Queer and feel represented…or if there are other queer fans who feel like this relationship is pandering, Nico being gay was enough, everything he has with Will is just extra and/or executed poorly for the diversity points.

Thoughts?

[mydiary12]

#BESTDAYEVER

Dear Diary,

Good morning!!!!! Usually I write at night, but I just had to fill you in on what happened yesterday. I couldn’t leave you hanging, it just wouldn't be fair. Ok, where should I start? So, after I got to school, and Bella gave me my present, we walked in together. She was so sweet the whole entire time and made me feel so special. We walked into our first class together and I was literally shocked when I saw about 50 balloons in the classroom. My hands immediately came to my mouth as I covered my face. Even Bella looked confused. Then, a few seconds later everyone said, “Happy Birthday... Henry”. My jaw dropped again and I turned around to see Henry behind me. Are you kidding me? Does Henry’s birthday really have to be the same day as mine? I felt so stupid and so humiliated. How dumb could I be to ever think these balloons would be for me in the first place? Bella squeezed my hand and we took our seats. She tried to cheer me up, but my mind was going in so many different directions. I could not even keep up with myself. Every person in the class was constantly walking up to Henry saying happy birthday. Henry and I are in the same class, which means I am going to be stuck with him the entire day. UGH. I just tried to get through the day so I could go home. I pretended like it was any other day. I mean, what’s so special about birthdays anyways right? It just means you're a year older, what’s the big deal? After what felt like 10 years, it was finally lunch time. It was just me and Bella at the table and we ate the cafeteria food. My Mom packed me two extra cinnamon buns, one for me, and one for Bella. We didn’t eat much of the cafeteria food, mainly just the cinnamon buns. Bella and I had a great lunch together talking about some of our favorite things. We went through the rest of the day together and it wasn’t too bad. I got used to the attention that Henry was receiving, and the attention that I was NOT receiving. Bella and I walked out of school together because my mom was picking us up to go get ice cream for my birthday. Right before I was about to step into my moms car, I heard someone say “happy birthday, Ella”. I turned around and I was already surprised by the fact that someone remembered it was my birthday, but then my jaw dropped when I saw it was Henry. I said a nervous thank you and went into the car. As we were about to drive away, I stared at him with a grin, but he actually looked really sad and he was sitting by himself. I told my mom to wait a second. I went up to Henry and asked him if he wanted to join us for a birthday ice cream. He was so excited when I asked him and he came running into my moms car. This was the best birthday ever! I got to have a birthday ice cream with my best friend and my crush!!! Off to school now!

Peace, 

Ella

[pestopastaenjoyer]

I’ve had a post sitting around in my drafts for awhile now abt the personal styles of the adventure kids/the clothing they seem to gravitate towards bcs like idk adventure’s character design has always rlly intrigued me and OKAY can we ALL agree that 02’s summer clothes r objectively the best like what did they put in to the designs bcs whatever it is I am crunching on it very hard rn