#i don't want to sound all doom and gloom though

[kairiscorner]

hobie brown with a reader who is stoic and performs metal?? 😵😵😵

omg no bc ... i love listening to metal (sometimes heavy isn't my style, but it sounds so GOOD ANYWAY LIKE ???)

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

my other half. – hobie brown x metalhead!reader headcanons

hobie loves pissing you off, your serious and stoic expression at nearly everything always makes him want to poke fun at you and try either making you even more pissed and serious, or ending up making you grin for once.

hobie enjoys listening to the music you love, it exposes him to much more nuanced genres and gets him so much more intrigued with you and what you like.

he's the sunshine to your moonlight, though you both seem like doom and gloom together��you know hobie is the more fun and outwardly caring and sweet one in his own way, the more teasing and delightful one to joke around with.

you personally don't mind how hobie's much more of a little tease compared to you—you do find his teasing endearing sometimes; so endearing that it... kinda makes you long for his little nicknames and teasing touches and jokes.

he once called you 'wednesday addams' for how serious and stern you appeared; your stoic expression always made you a target for hobie's teasing that just came to show how interested he was in you.

when hobie hears you practicing your riffs and chords for a performance, he can't help but stick around to listen to you. he doesn't want to overwhelm you and instead just be there to appreciate and admire your talent, but whenever he accidentally ends up making you feel self-conscious, he leaves you be to your own devices and reassures you as he walks away that, 'you've got this, my dearest!'

hobie is always your number one fan at concerts; he gets all loud and expressive with just how much he adores and supports you, he encourages others to remember your name, the sounds you play, and the your stage or band name if you had any.

hobie would definitely 'overhype' you, and when you tell him he doesn't have to exaggerate the truth, he merely chuckles and reminds you that the truth is always subjective in one way or another... you are the greatest metalhead and best lover he's ever and will ever have—you are the most amazing person to him, always and forever.

others think hobie's the one to get all intimidating and be the one to stare others down when they're making moves on you and protecting you, but in fact... you do that more often to him that he does for you.

"is this person troubling you... love?" you'd ask him in a raspy voice since you and hobie went to the pub after your performance. you placed your hand gently on his shoulder, with hobie placing his hand over yours and looking up at you as you stood next to his sitting figure—staring down at the person who was flirting with hobie even after he kept saying that he wasn't interested, that he has someone else. "they're not that much of a problem, dear, they'll leave soon." "once i make them." you said as you narrowed your gaze at them, causing them to flinch a bit and slowly back away form you two. "you're so scary, love." he said with a chuckle as he took your hand in his and pecked it with a kiss, making you all flustered and stammering, the intimidating persona you had earlier dissipating as you entered your 'flustered and lovesick' mode.

tags !! @ii01vq @luvstarrstruck @maxoloqy @k4tsu3 @solecitoszn @toneystank-3000 @arachnoia @popeheywardssecretgf @euphovlq @rohansdisciple @conitagray

[amazingmsme]

Don’t Be Silly

AN: can’t believe it’s already been a full week & I just about have all of next week fully written & ready to post as well! Here’s some wolf 359 fluff for y’all to enjoy, so let’s hear it for day 7! But first, quick question: can an ai be ticklish? Idk but Eiffel’s about to find out

Eiffel was a talker. Honestly, he could talk about anything if only there were someone willing to listen. Back home, few people cared to listen to his ramblings. Minkowski and Hilbert cared even less. And he didn't even want to try with Lovelace...

Hera wasn't like the rest of them. She would happily listen to him all day, and call him crazy, but he didn't think her interest was forced. No, she had a natural curiosity about her that drew her towards him like a magnet. She often kept him company as he rambled to the empty abyss of space, unsure if there even were any "dear listeners" out there.

She liked listening to him talk. She's surprisingly learned quite a lot from him. About earth, mostly. She supposed it was natural to miss your home when you're so far away from it.

He liked telling her about the things he missed. She didn't quite understand why, as he always seemed melancholy after their talks. But he would speak with such fond excitement, so it must bring him some joy to express his longing.

Today, he was talking about the weather of all things.

"Yup, you really don't know what you have until it's cruelly stripped away from you. But I miss it all. Yes dear listeners, I never thought I'd say this, but I miss allergies! I miss the cottonwood in the spring, in all its shitty, fuzzy glory and I miss the fucking ragweed! I want to go outside and sneeze my ass off and squint at everything I look at because it's too damn bright and I forgot my sunglasses because it was supposed to be cloudy and it's sunny out of nowhere!"

"That... doesn't really sound fun."

"Yeah, well, it's not. But it's at least real," he lamented, fiddling with a knob that did nothing. Or if it did, he wasn't aware.

Hera's breath hitched, and she hoped she could mask it as just a glitch. That was odd. She felt that. It wasn't the first time she could "feel" in a sense. She was deeply connected to her electronic mechanisms and coding, and she would definitely feel if something damaged either. She has sensors all around the ship: in the walls the ceilings, the equipment, she even has a few exterior sensors along the sides and docking bays. She'd felt that odd tingle shoot through her wires on a few rare occasions, but it had always been fleeting. Minkowski pressing random buttons on the motherboard to see what they did, Eiffel fixing a dent too close to a sensor, Minkowski clicking and dragging the mouse across the screen... If she could, she would've shuddered at the thought. She tried to focus on what he was saying.

"And they're always right! I don't know how, but every damn time a patch sprouts up, it rains! Guess that's where they got the name though, right?"

"What?"

"The rain flowers," he clarified, tapping his fingers on some buttons. Truth be told, most of the buttons and dials in the coms room were for show, like the decorative smoke stack on the Titanic. The real controls were localized to a single panel, and she had always assumed they had no effect on her. Now, she was glitching out as she fought the urge to laugh.

"Right, right," she agreed, wishing he would just stop twisting that knob.

Of course, she could never be so lucky.

"I tell ya, there's nothing like a good thunderstorm, a rocking chair on an enclosed porch, a cigarette and a cold beer. I really mean it, that is paradise. You can take your sunny beaches with all that fucking sand, I'm a doom and gloom weather kinda guy. But don't get me wrong! I'd literally kill to be on a nice, secluded beach-" he rambled on wistfully, dreaming of all the places that were better than here. She was having trouble focusing when his other hand tapped the empty keyboard, all the while he still played with that fucking dial-

"Wow, okay, glad my heartfelt longing is so funny," he sassed, seemingly out of nowhere. Then she realized, with subsequent horror, that he was giggling. What the hell was going on with her? She needed to get a grip, or maybe a systems reboot, have Minkowski check her wiring, whatever it was, she'd do that later. It took more effort to stop laughing than she would like to admit.

“N͞-͓̫̬̞ͩͮ́n͚̓̃͆̇͘͞o̲̮̼͍̿̀͠, I wasn't laughing at you!" She glitched slightly as she spoke, which wasn't exactly out of the norm for Hera, but it did make Eiffel pay more attention to what she was trying to say.

"Yeah? Then what's so funny?" he asked, crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair. Well, at least he'd stopped fiddling with that stupid dial.

"Well, I, uh... Ï̶͈ͣt̵͖͌ͧͥ̎̀’̆͘s̨̯ hard to explain," she struggled to come up with a straight answer.

"Yeah, yeah," he brushed her off, rolling his eyes.

"I promise I wasn't laughing at you!"

"Oh sure, I believe you!"

"Eiffel!" she whined, catching a glimpse of a smile. "I really wasn't! It's just... I don't know, maybe I have a wire loose somewhere." That seemed to make him concerned, which was the opposite of what she was going for.

"Are you okay? It doesn't hurt, does it?"

"No, it's nothing like that," she was quick to put his worries at ease. "But I'd appreciate it if you stopped messing with that control panel."

"Why? This one doesn't do anything," he back talked, purposefully pressing down on a few buttons. "See? Nothing happened!"

He didn't receive a response. Hera was too busy focusing on containing her laughter, but her lack of a response only served to pique his interest.

"Hera? You there?"

"Mhm!"

His smile looked... different somehow. He thought for a second before finally speaking, "Hey so I've got a question. And I've just been dying to know... Can an AI be ticklish?"

The question threw her off guard, and a short giggle slipped out. "Whahat? N-̭͎́n͊͞o, that's impossible! Come on Eiffel, d-̝͈̑dŏṅ̮’t͓͕͌ be silly."

"See, I'm not sure how impossible it actually is. I mean, you're pretty advanced-"

"Why would an AI even be ticklish?"

Eiffel shrugged. "I don't know, why do you feel pain?" Hera scoffed, and okay, yeah, blunt question.

"Probably to alert me to the well being of the ship. But that serves a purpose!"

"Maybe this does too," he taunted, reaching over to twitch the dial and she couldn't help but shriek.

"Eiffel! Dohohon't!"

"I knew it! You are ticklish! You know, they probably programmed you like this so we'd have some form of entertainment up here."

If she could, she'd be blushing right now. "They did nohohot!" she insisted. The worst part was that she really didn't know why, and that sounded like a cruel, ironic punishment they'd inflict on her. Sure, give the rogue AI the most embarrassing human weakness.

Except... she wasn't entirely sure it was a built in punishment. What if they had designed her specifically to feel more human? Or was it truly just the way her sensors reacted to certain input?

"No no, I can see what they were going for! It's like a video game!" he chuckled gleefully, continuing to play with the extra control panel.

"Shut up, noho it's not!" she scolded. He added his other hand to the mix, pressing buttons and flipping switches. She squealed, and the lights began to flicker.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner? Just think of all the fun you've been missing out on!"

"Ahahahactually I haven't been missing out ohon anything," she sassed before a loud squeal burst from her speakers.

"Well I have! I've been curious about this for months!" he exclaimed, continuing to press the buttons randomly.

Months? No, he wasn't serious, he was just saying that to mess with her! He would've asked as soon as the question entered his mind, like today. If he thought she was ticklish, he would've tried something long before now. But then she remembered all the times in the past few weeks where he would press random buttons, flip switches and pull levers at random. He even willingly offered to do repairs on some severed wires, and he made sure to take as much time as possible. She was able to brush off her reactions then, claiming it just pinched a little. Had he known the whole time?

"Wait ahaha second, Eiffehehel did you know?" she accused before he sent her into another giggle fit as he slid the faders up and down on the board.

"I just wanted to test it out and see-"

"You sneaky little bihihitch!"

"Eh, I've been called worse," he shrugged off the insult.

"Why dihidn't you tell mehehe?" The sincerity of the question made Eiffel pause.

"I... thought you knew?"

"How would I know?"

"Uh, because you can feel it," he deadpanned. Hera really wished she could roll her eyes.

"Well, yeah, but I didn't know what it was! I thought it was like... a bug in my system or something!"

"Oh it's a bug alright," he grinned devilishly. "A tickle bug!" To make his point, he pressed as many buttons as he could with his left hand and turned the dial with his right. Hera squealed, and she didn't even know her voice box went up that high.

"Eiffel! Ihihi'm serious!"

"Alright, I'll stop. For now," he added cryptically, but true to his word, he retracted his hands.

Hera panted for "breath," even though she didn't technic need to. But Eiffel understood the need to compose yourself, and didn't call her out on it.

"You're insufferable!" she finally said, amusement still clear in her voice.

"That's what they tell me," he proudly agreed. "So? What's the verdict?"

"Huh?"

"What're your thoughts on... all that," he gestured vaguely with his hand. She really wished he'd stop moving his fingers like that.

"Oh! Um, w̋ͩ-w̵̷̝el̥̺̏l͍, it felt kinda like my whole system was getting shocked, and I'm pretty sure I've never laughed that much before," she began to explain shyly.

"I didn't hear you say you hated it," Eiffel probed a little deeper.

"I̺͙̯ͦ͛̌ͧ-̲͖̭̝Ì̡-̘̣̈́͡͠I̵̜͗͆ͩͪ͜ d̈́ͨ̑̍̊̿̀i̘̳dň̰̯̯́’̭t͟-" Hera glitched slightly, and she started over. "Hate is a strong word." He didn't say anything else; he didn't have to. He just smiled and shook his head.

Hera found herself stuck halfway between excitement and dread for what the future held in store.

[britts-galaxy-brain]

I just wanna say that, among the other good things and well wishes other asks have sent your way, I deeply admire your ability to keep a level head throughout all this. I often have to take a step back from Lily stuff because it gets too heavy at times, and though I was a very dedicated fan and that makes looking into a lot of this strange and difficult, I didn't have that personal connection to her and I can only imagine the extra layer of challenge that adds. I don't wanna sound too doom and gloom, but... I know that's gotta fucking wear on a person. I have to imagine you're exhausted. The fact that you're still persevering is a testament to your willpower, honestly. I know you do it for the sake of not wanting other people to fall victim to Lily, but even with a powerful moral motivation, it still takes a lot of mental reserve to keep pushing on after so much absolute insanity. I hope the uptick in people speaking up about Lily is a much deserved load off your shoulders. I just wanted to let you know your hard work is seen and appreciated.

I can't say I haven't lost my cool a number of times during this whole thing, but I do my best to keep as rational as possible or step away when it gets to me too much.

[averseunhinged]

wip wednesday! because things are happening in my brain again!!! i wrote like 5k on the soulmate au, amongst other things. hooray!

if you want to read the previous snippets in order, i'm pr sure it's

this

then this week's

this

and then this

Caroline turned around to face them while pulling a black, sleeveless top over her head. "His brother's in love with me. And I do not have time to distract Klaus from anything, okay? I'm all booked up with everyone else's problems." In quick, frustrated movements, she pulled on a pair of socks, easily balancing. "I have vampires to teach and hunters to kill and best friends to rescue from prison dimensions and a mom I can't visit, and maybe it makes me selfish, but I would, in fact, like to go back to school next semester. I don't know how long I'm going to be able to compel this room if I never take any classes."

As though the conversation was over, she left him standing there and rummaged in a closet. Ivy looked at him and shrugged apologetically.

"Am I allowed to contribute now?" he inquired.

Caroline retrieved a pair of boots from the closet. She stepped into and zipped them and went back for a black jacket. "The only contributions I need are sorry for bothering you, Caroline or I can solve your problems, Caroline."

"I can solve your problems, Caroline," he parroted in good humor.

She rolled her eyes. "You cannot."

He straightened first his sleeves, then his shoulders and clasped his hands together. "I have over a thousand years of experience and accumulated resources. Of course I can solve your problems."

"A thousand years?" Ivy squeaked.

"You know, I was impressed when I found out Stefan's, like, a hundred and sixty," Caroline said.

"Ew," Ivy moaned. "I can't believe I slept with a guy who was around when slavery was cool. The top of my dating range is usually twenty-seven."

"But," Caroline quickly continued, "it stops being that interesting once you realize the level of freaking ineptitude they all exist in. No offense, Elijah, but your family usually creates problems, not solves them.”

“The level of disarray you’ve witnessed is not quite our norm. This has been a time of great upheaval. Only the first hundred years or so were less stable.”

“I know,” she admitted. After dropping her jacket on the bed, she crouched down next to Ivy. “What do you think? What should I take?"

"Well," she contemplated. "Crossbow's bulky, but it'll keep you away from stakes and vervain. There's a handgun with a silencer, too."

"I'm decent with a hunting rifle, but not the best shot with a handgun. Same with crossbow. I'm good with composite, but these old school hunter ‘bows are something else. I wouldn't trust my aim."

Ivy held up a leather bag. "Bullwhip?"

"Seriously?"

"Okay, no whip."

"I'll carry a knife. Soaking ropes in vervain is a pretty common way to restrain us."

“That sounds awful. It would never stop burning, right?”

“Like I said, benefit from my experience.” Caroline glanced over the remaining weapons and vials, biting her lip, lost in thought. “But if you do end up in a situation like that, what’s worked for me is to let myself feel it. Don’t get lost in the pain, but let it out. People who are willing to hurt you usually want to see a reaction. So, scream, cry, whatever you need to. There’s a chance they’ll underestimate you, too. We’re young, pretty, and girly. People expect us to be weak, because misogyny exists, even for vampires. Use that. If you can keep your head, you can watch for a chance to escape.”

“Wow. I can’t believe I thought being a vampire was going to be fun.”

“It is! I don’t mean to make you think it's all doom and gloom and torture and trying not to murder every tasty-smelling human you meet. Hunters are kind of a cult, and creepy, witchy crafting projects are definitely a thing, but they aren't everything." 

"Does that mean you don't want to bring any witch stuff with you?"

Caroline wrinkled her nose in disgust. "Absolutely not. That stuff makes my skin crawl."

"So, we're back to just the knife, but if you're close enough to use a knife on a human, you may as well snap their neck," Ivy said, frowning, as she sorted through a few knives in sheaths.

Caroline rested her hand on the other woman's shoulder. "I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault. Enzo was looking for an excuse." She offered a knife small enough for Caroline to hide under her jacket, but large enough to be useful. "Besides, it's not so bad. My bucket list was really long, and now I'll have time for all of it."

"Thanks, Ivy." Caroline accepted the knife with a sweet smile.

"If I might make a suggestion?" Elijah contributed.

"Fine, sure." She stood and tucked the knife against her back, hooking the sheathe over her waistband. “Grace me with your centuries of wisdom or whatever.”

Elijah picked up her jacket before she could. He shook it out and held it up to help her put it on.

"Say what they will about you Mikaelson boys, but you do have manners when you care to use them," she said with a tart sort of approval in her voice.

"One does what one can," he agreed, adjusting the shoulders for her and stepping back to make sure the spot where the knife rucked up her tank top was sufficiently disguised. "Quite well hidden," he approved. "I believe it would be in all our best interests if I accompanied you on your mission. I assume you were planning on undertaking it alone?"

"We've had this argument already," Ivy spoke up from where she was repacking weapons.

"I'm not throwing Ivy into a fight until she has better control." Caroline crossed her arms over her chest and looked sternly at them both. "There's too much of a chance she'll be distracted by blood."

"Agreed. That is how most young vampires meet their end." He ignored Ivy's discontent grumbling and continued, "You're not so long turned yourself, Miss Forbes. While I would not dare to question your competence, allow an old man his peace of mind."

"And I'll be a captive audience for you to tell all about your brother's latest debacle," she shrewdly guessed. "Fine. Yes. I could get Enzo out on my own, don't think I couldn't, but it'll probably be tidier with someone who's been a vampire longer than two minutes."

"Great!" Ivy was cheerfully relieved when she bounced to her feet. "I was going to be really upset if you got killed rescuing the worst person ever."

"He definitely is not the worst person ever. You haven't met Damon yet."

[doomandgloomfromthetomb]

The Modern Lovers - Boston Center for the Arts, Boston, Massachusetts, February 23, 1974

The end of the Original Modern Lovers? This might've been the band's final official gig — thanks to Jesse J for passing along a recently surfaced tape. Jesse calls the recording's quality "atrocious," and he's not wrong (though it's as much the fault of the venue's cavernous acoustics as it is the tape's). Whatever, atrocious quality audience recordings are what Doom & Gloom is all about, am I right? So adjust your ears and take a trip back to a bitter New England winter just about 50 years ago.

Historic/interesting stuff! The set sees the Modern Lovers attempting to bring together their older, more VU-inspired material with the quieter, more innocent songs that Jonathan Richman was writing. There are tunes that will certainly be familiar — "Roadrunner," "Government Center," "Pablo Picasso," etc. And then there are several strong songs that — as far as I know — don't appear anywhere else in the Modern Lovers' discography (officially or unofficially). And hey, it all works pretty well; in some alternate universe, the band might've been able to reconcile their two sides and finally record a proper debut LP. It was not to be, alas — soon, Jerry Harrison would head back to Harvard to get his master's degree in architecture. And today, he is renowned as one of the world's greatest architects ... right???

Of course, we have to note the truly bonkers lineup — a heretofore unknown alignment with the Velevet (sic) Underground and George Thorogood galaxies. Though if the description below is correct (though the source says the date was Valentine's Day), Moe Tucker didn't even get to play because of George. That's truly b-b-b-b-bad. But, as Jesse pointed out, Jonathan and Moe did make it into the studio a few days later to record their charming rendition of the VU's "I'm Sticking With You." Was Moe's band really called the Bloody Virgins?! Hmmm, further investigation is warranted.

An eyewitness account? Although the Modern Lovers broke up in 1973, they reformed in '74 (maybe late '73) with a different drummer but that didn't last long because the drummer hated Jonathan. They did at least one concert: Valentine's Day 1974. I was there early with Jonathan so I got to see all the sound checks for all three bands. Unfortunately, the idiot promoters let the mediocre opening band, George Thoroughlynogood and the Delaware Destroyers, play for one hour and 45 minutes. They should have had 25 minutes max. Thus, the Modern Lovers could only play one hour. And the second band couldn't play at all, which is very unfortunate, as it was Mo Tucker's excellent (and totally unknown) all-girl band the Bloody Virgins (but me and Jonathan got to watch their excellent 25-minute sound check). Seven or either years ago, an internet music forum was discussing Mo, and I talked about seeing that band. A noted music critic (and friend of Mo) was pissed off and said that Mo never had any such band and that I was a liar. Luckily, I still had the concert ad and uploaded a photo of it to the forum.

Ernie Brooks: At one of the last gigs we did, when we played “Roadrunner,” we still didn’t have a record out, but that was always a catchy song, and we actually got some applause—and then Jonathan said, “People like that song too much; I don’t think we should do it anymore….” I think it was just part of Jonathan’s natural inclination that when things seemed to be going well—to go against it. He was very contrary. He was very difficult. I mean, anybody who is on to something new has some element of being a contrarian, because they’re rejecting the status quo. They’re doing something in the way they’ve figured out how to do it—and they don’t want to hear something different, even if it could make things better. When Jonathan said, “I won’t play 'Roadrunner' anymore,” it was pretty much the classic case—you can’t really get any more contrarian than that.

[gentlebeardsbarngrill]

Hi, I have huge gratitude and admiration for your posts and updates on OFMD, I always find them so comforting and informative! Especially as I'm only on Reddit and got a Tumblr account 4 days ago to keep track of OFMD (Twitter/X is just too overwhelming for me lol). What was your take on Rhys Darby's Cameo video in regards to making you feel more hopeful/less hopeful/neither but it was still lovely? With the deafening silence from David Jenkins and worrying that the morale is dropping, it's irresistible not to start feeling a bit of doom, you know? Any response appreciated, but regardless, thank you so much for the work you're doing ❤️

Hello my dear! Welcome to tumblr, we're so glad to have you! I really should get on reddit sometime (I get notifications when certain posts get busy but I just always forget to check them). I totally get that Twitter is overwhelming, it's a tornado of information--and thank you! I'm so glad you're getting something out of the updates!

My take on the Rhys Darby cameo, ay? Well I'll be honest, I thrive on even a little bit of feedback so I was 100% pumped after that yesterday. It sounds silly but I went and cried in the shower for 20 mins because I was feeling torn between the sadness for Rhys and what he lost and was feeling and then also the beautifully kind and positive advice he was giving us.

After that-- I basically felt like someone called Gondor for aid and I was a raging pile of need for action. I actually feel more hopeful now, but I think Rhys has that affect on people. Like that man could tell me the sky was blue and I'd grin like a toddler with a lollipop and nod and feel like I could take on the day.

I do totally get that doom and gloom feeling that comes with the silence. We need that feedback from the people we're fighting for to keep morale up. That being said though--- I've noticed a trend over the past few weeks since cancellation, and that is that when we start feeling down, someone in the cast/crew starts poking their nose out. Usually its Chaos Dad (David Jenkins) but all of a sudden when things are slowing down again this week, Rhys puts himself up on Cameo, two days before the UK launch of s2? I just don't believe in coincidences in most cases, especially when we're all watching things so closely. It may make me sound like a conspiracy theorist but I do truly believe that a huge chunk of the cast and crew is watching our actions and reactions to things very carefully (Hell, Alex Sherman is over on twitter liking a bunch of fan art and porn, so at least we have our little perverted guardian angel!). They just seem to keep popping up at the exact right moments to help rally the troops for them not to be.

The difficulty with negotiations in any industry is the whole Non Disclosure Agreement that comes along with people potentially taking on new clients/funding new projects. Legitimately, there could be a contract in the works right now with a network and we already have our s3, but we just can't know about it because that would damage / threaten negotiations. It could be the other way too, but with how supportive Chaos Dad and Rhys and the rest of the crew have been just popping in and out like little bubbles of positivity, I really feel like we have still have some hope here. It's just really hard to be patient when we're all pushing so hard-- which is why breaks are so important. Anywhoooo, I've had my coffee so I'm obviously rambling at this point-- thank you so much dear for writing into me! I hope that answers your question... I am feeling overwhelmingly positive after Rhys' videos and feeling very mama bear on wanting to protect that man by doubling down on efforts, lol. So glad you're will us on tumblr friend! Always feel free to reach out :D <3<3<3 Ty!

[blubushie]

This is gonna sound weird bc we are on the site that has a huge fan base for it bit have you read any of Terry Pratchett's Disworld books/series?

Because if not I feel you'll enjoy them bc there MO is basicly Sir Terry flipping tropes/archetypes on their head while giving damning thought provoking commentary on society but in that same breathe give hopeful encouragement for change/ the future. His word play is also very witty and sticks with you. Some of his older works have blatant prejudice bc you know author bias but he has apologized for such things and worked to learn more about the groups he was prejudice towards and has rectified it the following books related to those older works.

The Witches series and the City Watch series I feel would mesh well with you bc it has its main characters that it sort of centers around be curmudgeons who prove that doing/being good is an action and a discipline.

The Witches series play with the genre of fairy tales and Shakespeare and it's sort of interesting how the Witches series play with that; in the aspect that the Witches in that World are self aware of the tropes. ( The third book of this series plays with it as the Main Character goes off on how they wanted to be one half of a duo trope (like red oni, blue oni) but since the other half of the duo chose that part they resigned themselves to play the remaining part/trope.)

The City Watch is what would happen if the noir genre was dropped kicked into a fantasy world. Here we have our main character introduced with him drunk in the gutter and he is one of the most noble and righteous man in the city and it's bc of that, is way he's drunk and in the gutter. This series deals with if fantasy aspects were real how would it become mundane and off course police corruption/brutality and reform.

I also feel the Mort series would entertain you since it's about Death as a character and in a way slowly becoming humanized. Like he is Death but it's also his job to be Death and on his off time he enjoys other things and is not just doom and gloom. He has family, he likes cats and his horse name is Binky. The Reaper Man even though it's the second book in the Mort series, it's the book that plays with the Western genre and it's the one where Death gets fired from his job. It also has one of my favorite and comforting quotes, '“LORD, WHAT CAN THE HARVEST HOPE FOR, IF NOT THE CARE OF THE REAPER MAN?”' [To me, maybe bc I'm Mexican, I enjoy when death is not viewed as a horrible thing but as a process of life and as a being that will be your companion when you leave life behind.]

Sorry for the short info dump 😬 😅😅 just thought you might like the series.

I tried to get into it sometime last year at the recommendation of a mate and basically got the reading version of executive dysfunction that I get whenever I try to get into a long-running series, which is to say I started reading Men At Arms (as I like crime novels I figured it was a good place to start, at least to picque my interest in the series as a whole) and just got overwhelmed with the sheer amount of books. There's a reason I never finished the Warriors series and never touched Harry Potter—you kinda lose me past three installments. It's one thing if I'm growing up with them and have time to process the lore (looks at World of Warcraft and their expansions that I can remember Too Much Lore About even far after I've stopped playing the game) but if I'm coming into a long-running series... Well, unfortunately my information retention isn't that good. I don't have time to mull over and learn things before I'm hit with the desire to pick up a new book, which means I don't retain much at all.

It's not that things get confusing, just that they get extremely overwhelming. Choice overload. There's this intense dread of "I am not going to have time to finish these books" and the awareness that I will get bored of them quickly as they won't provide much in the sense of having accomplished something, unlike when I've actually finished a novel or shorter series. This is also a lead reason why I haven't worked on LTBs in a while—the sheer scope of how much I have left to write has burnt me out.

ADHD is a bitch.

[bcrcavcd]

@sisturn complains: “why are we going grave-robbing again?” abigail drifts to wendy’s side, her brow quirked, “aren’t there other places to get rare stuff? preferably without seeing a skeleton. those give me the heeby-jeebie—”

a small blue specter rises from a nearby headstone, making a pitiful wailing sound. abigail’s eyes narrow, and she immediately puts herself between wendy and the other ghost. the deceased twin moans irritably, swatting at him; the little spirit squeaks, retreating behind the headstone. he peeks out from behind it, looking between the twins with wide eyes. his gaze settles on wendy, and he gives a tiny whine — “scary! scary! help?” — while abigail still glowers at him, practically puffing herself up like an angry bird.

"Because the others at camp are too scared to get things from here..." Wendy illuminates, seeming as completely annoyed by the prospect of coming here as Abigail was. The last time they'd come here had felt so recent, and already the adults were out of gold? It felt preposterous in all honesty, to send a child out with the specters of the world. Wendy didn't mind going there at that point, finding herself at peace with all the doom and gloom around her. That didn't make it fair, however, and she felt a right to complain about it.

However, things change once the specter appears. Usually, the only times they would appear was if they were disturbed, or the full moon was present. Considering it was the middle of the day, that ruled out the latter, and she hadn't even begun digging up the graves yet. So, what was this one doing out?

With that in mind, Wendy also notices how small the ghost seems to be. She and Abigail were only ten, and yet the latter appeared the same size as the other ghosts, so the only thought that passed her mind was one that brought her great sadness. A smaller child than even she, forced into this world and unable to live through it. That poor child... No wonder it was awoken by their presence, such a restless soul must live behind those downtrodden eyes.

He wants help... Perhaps, from her annoyed sister who had every reason to be wary. The living sister was not, though. Such a small creature, he likely couldn't hurt a fly, could he? Much more frightened of them than they ever could be of him. So, she takes that first leap and turns to Abigail, hoping that her words would be enough to calm her down. "I know we don't often see creatures that are completely harmless, but I don't think there's anything we need to be worried about here..." She replies in her normal monotone, before she turns her attention fully to the little ghost.

"It's alright... I won't let Abigail hurt you, she just gets scared for me is all," Once that focus shifts, Wendy seems to be a lot softer in her toning, something that would be odd for anyone who knew her well. Maybe it was just the fact that the child was so young. Or maybe she felt pity for his situation. In any sense, her main priority was making sure the young one felt safe, even if there wasn't much he needed to worry about.

"It's awfully strange to see one like you without some sort of disturbance... Is there something that keeps you from your rest?" It was the least she could do, offering to help where she could. It didn't mean she would be able to do it, but at the very least she could hear him out. "I don't want you to think I can do anything, but the two of us will see what we can do to help..."

[cf56]

My thoughts on episode 10

SPOILERS for season 3, episode 10 of the Animaniacs reboot

So that's great. I took two hours to write this entire review, and then with one press of control + Z, it was completely gone. Great site Tumblr. Really works as intended.

I was in a better mood, but having to rewrite this ENTIRE thing sucks so badly. I try to give my genuine thoughts as I go, and it's impossible to replicate that on the second try. I want to scream. Why can't this week just go right?

So now you're getting a negative opening for what was a super positive review. I seriously want to punch a wall. A website meant for long posts doesn't have an editor designed for them. That's just great.

I can't rewrite that whole thing. Just have a collection of screenshots and some jumbled thoughts.

I'm sorry for Pinky and the Brain fans that their final showing was so short. I didn't like Brain talking about the "endlessly repetitive formulaic rebooted franchise that relies on just a handful of tired characters." You can say it's the writers taking a shot at themselves, but it really isn't. It's not their show. They didn't create the characters. Combined with the ending, it just feels a little disrespectful to the people who put their heart and soul into creating this show in the first place, and to the fans who genuinely love these characters.

Look at them being silly!

I can't gush enough about the song. Such cute animation, such powerful music!

I teared up while listening to it this time. I'll probably do the same on every future watch.

I liked that Wakko was right about everything and had the idea that saved the day. The Warners literally saved the world and they'll still be treated like garbage by everyone around them.

The Joe segment was funny, especially the zoom out at the end. I liked hearing "Waltzing Matilda" in the background.

Dot was so cute wanting to go on the teacups, just being infatuated with the idea of spinning around in a little teacup!

This segment is the epitome of "this is my life now."

Poor Wakko has the worst luck. The SAME CLOWN just happened to be at this carnival? At least we know he got down from Mars.

I thought it was weird to have two cataclysmic endings for the reboot six minutes apart from each other. Although they say this sketch was written for season 1, I find it really hard to believe that this wasn't originally meant to end the season/reboot, especially with Dot's quip at the end. I'm not sure I would want this to be the ending, though. It would have sucked if the Warners were the ones who explicitly ended their universe and killed everyone inside. That would have proven everyone right about their destructive nature all along.

I thought this was a refreshing segment. Slappy sounded and looked great. Like I expected, it was short and there was no Skippy, but I'm happy it exists. I was surprised and happy to see that they got Sherri Stoner to return for work on the reboot.

I liked how Everyday Safety was just a never-ending cascade of total nonsense.

The Council is not pleased.

I thought Wakko's bottle song was catchy. I liked that it actually sounded like Wakko blowing. I wonder if they got Jess to do that for real in the studio?

And the ending. I wrote four paragraphs about it, and it sucks so bad because I thought I made my points quite well. Let me try again.

I understand the metaphor with the abrupt and sudden ending. I know the asteroid is meant to represent Hulu. I just don't think they should have pushed their bitter disappointment with the show ending directly onto us. They should have thought it through a lot better.

If they were going to go doom and gloom, which they shouldn't have, they should've at least given the ending some emotional weight. How am I supposed to feel anything when the characters themselves don't show any reaction to their unexpected, oncoming violent deaths? I'm not saying it should have been super depressing with crying and begging. They just should have given a genuine reaction instead of doing business as usual. The closest set of siblings in the world is about to go out in a fiery blaze, and they're not even touching each other. They're just standing near each other awkwardly. Have them embrace and accept their death with a positive remark about how it was all worth it. That would at least give some closure.

What they should have done, if I could rewrite it from scratch, is give us a satisfying, happy ending. Show the Warners finally earning their freedom from the tower after 90 years. Maybe have them gaze at the sunset together, mirroring how the sun rose at the very beginning of the reboot. Even if they didn't have time to animate new scenery for something like that, anything would have been better for this. This ending just feels empty. It lacks any emotion besides pure shock and it feels like an F you to everyone who cares about the show. The creators might have intended that F you to feel like it was coming from Hulu, but Hulu didn't write this scene. The reboot writers did, and they had the power to leave us with something better. This could be the last Animaniacs we ever see.

I'm at least happy they attempted an ending. The original didn't have one at all. It just sucks that Animaniacs had to end unexpectedly and unsatisfyingly both times it's been suddenly cancelled. The reboot was supposed to fix that.

This was perhaps the most entertaining episode of the season for me. It has one of the greatest Animaniacs songs ever, maybe the best song of the season, I'm still not sure. I still love The Island of Dr. Warneau a lot, so I'm giving this episode a solid second place in my final ranking for the season.

Episode 6

Episode 10

Episode 3

Episode 9

Episode 7

Episode 4

Episode 2

Episode 1

Episode 5

Episode 8

That means that the majority of episodes this season are episodes I would consider really good. The top 4 are all episodes I would consider really great. I'll give my thoughts on the season as a whole in my collective season 3 review, but I'll need a few more days before I start writing that. I need some time to collect myself and reflect.

I'm sorry for how this review turned out. The first version felt a lot more positive, because in this attempt I just wanted to express my more well-developed thoughts, which happened to be criticisms. I liked this episode a lot. I just so desperately wish I hadn't lost that first version. It only adds to the most heavily conflicting mix of emotions I've ever felt in one week. I was feeling good, and now I'm knocked down again. I'm sorry to be the one putting so much negativity into the fandom. I want this to be a positive place for all. If I wasn't able to express my emotions here, though, I wouldn't be able to deal with them at all. So thanks to those that have been listening.

I encourage you to add to the discussion of this episode if you want. If you're from the future, please don't say anything about any of the episodes that come after this ;)

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[wrestlingisfake]

Even though I've got concerns about AEW, I still think they're going to be okay in the long run.

In some circles there's been doom and gloom about AEW from the beginning, but it's been hard to ignore since late 2022. CM Punk's (first) backstage fight in AEW had a lot to do with that. But I think Vince McMahon's (first) departure from WWE gave people hope that WWE would stop sucking, and for a lot of fans "WWE sucks" is the only reason for AEW to exist. So when Punk finally left AEW...and landed on his feet in WWE, the dread intensified. And now Vince is gone once and for all (again), and WWE is riding high after a Wrestlemania season free of Vince's bullshit.

None of this really changes my perspective, because I quit WWE 5½ years ago and I'm still not tempted to go back. To keep me happy, AEW only has to be better than WWE was between 2011 (guest referee Steve Austin's decision overruled by talking laptop) and 2018 (Hell in a Cell title bout ends with no finish), which is a very low bar to clear. I mean, New Japan can run three House of Torture matches in one show and I'll still like "well, at least it's not WWE." WWE just put their (actual) world title on the co-creator of AEW and I'm just sorta "Good for him! Anyway..."

Even so, I'll admit that WWE has tons of momentum lately, and it's tough to be #2 when #1 is on a hot streak. But that doesn't automatically mean AEW is on a downward spiral. I don't necessarily want AEW to be cooling off, but a cooled-off AEW can still deliver good shows and endure until they figure out how to get hot again. The biggest factor is what kind of TV rights package they can lock in later this year. And while it's possible WBD could suddenly decide to drop AEW, I'm pretty sure somebody out there will pay at least $100 million to air AEW programming somewhere.

The worst-case scenario for AEW is if they have to shrink and become a little more niche. That's a problem for attracting WWE fans who want their wrestling to be as huge and mainstream as WWE. But I never needed AEW to be huge or mainstream in the first place, so even the worst-case scenario sounds fine to me. And I'm pretty sure they'll do better than the worst-case scenario.

[mageofseven]

Repressed Love: A DiaLuci Love Story

Chapter 37

Tag list: @astroseuss @zarakem @brielle043 @missloserqueen

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The father was still with his son in his room, thinking over his son's virtue.

"Does compassion sound right to you? Gratitude?" Lucifer prodded.

"Not especially, no." The blonde mumbled. "Did you really expect them to?"

"I'm just asking, Satan." The pride demon huffed. "How about forgiveness? Honesty?"

"Lucifer, I still enjoy lying."

The two stared at each other for a moment before they both let out a little puff of a laugh, father and son mirroring one another.

In Satan's mind, it was just kind of a stupid thing to say but in Lucifer's, all he could think of was the fact that his son is the same young man as always, despite everything that's happened.

And that's when it hit him.

"Satan...what did you value before all of this?"

The blonde raised an eyebrow.

"I...well, knowledge for one though that's not necessarily a virtue."

"And what else?"

"Always trying, I guess?" He shrugged. "All of my life, I felt like I had something prove to the world. Even when things were hard, I was proud of myself for staying strong and determined through it all--"

"Satan."

"Yeah?"

"You may have answered it yourself; determination is a great virtue." Luce commented. "Does it sound right to you in this context though?"

"I...think so." Their was something in his Satan's eyes that just lit up at the word. "It's a part of me that got me through so many hard points my life; not just when I decided to live."

The father had been going about this all wrong; he had been searching for ways in which his son might have changed; everything has been changing so much for the duo after all.

What he had been missing this entire however was that Satan had long valued things beyond his former sin; though no demon wanted address it, they all had virtues they admired and his son was no different...except that he changed races to escape an early death, at least.

"Angel of Determination...it's perfect for you." Lucifer smiled at his son.

"Are you really okay with me like this? As an angel?"

"Angel, demon, even human; whatever form you take doesn't matter to me. I only care that my son with me and living the best life possible."

The blonde leaned in and hugged his father.

"I...thank you for being here for me through this."

"Its where I should be." Luce frowned. "No matter what...I won't leave you to fend for yourself ever again."

And with that, the father felt that all of the doom and gloom from old godhead's mouth was avoided or at least it seemed.

Lucifer will watch closely and keep communication open with his son to make sure he stays okay, but otherwise, the problem was resolved for the time being.

However, when he returned to his own room to check on his fiancée, he discovered that another problem had gotten worse.

He stepped inside the room to find Barbatos changing Diavolo's bandages--and adding salve to her shoulders and neck.

The Rot was spreading.

Lucifer rushed over to love, who gave him an anxious smile.

"It'll be fine, my Light, really--"

"Diavolo, it's spreading, not healing. How could--"

"My lady with be fine." Barbatos told the pride demon. "I shall keep applying the salve and bandages before calling the physician."

If there was ever a time where Barbatos was screaming 'shut the fuck up' with his intense green orbs, it was now.

Because of this, the Avatar of Pride let the rest of his words die in his throat and for good reason.

Magick Rot spreads faster the more the inflicted panics so it is very important to keep them calm.

Lucifer almost let his anxiety get the better of him and he can't allow that now.

"...Understood."

"Barbatos will handle it like always." The woman still smiled, concerned but fully trusting of her brother-figure.

"I don't doubt it, love." He leaned in and kissed his fiancée's forehead.

The pride demon wasn't worried about catching the Rot. Luckily enough, it wasn't contagious, even if the dark inky marks were somewhat frightening to look at, especially on his poor pregnant love.

Diavolo visibly relaxed after the kiss. As long as she had Lucifer and Barbatos at her side, the woman knew she was safe.

Once finished, the butler left to call for the royal physician, leaving the engaged couple alone.

"So...how is Satan feeling?" She asked.

In truth, the woman knew as soon as she woke up alone that Lucifer must be with his son and though it was lonely waking up alone, she understood that her stepson was the priority right now.

"He..." The man realized he had a lot still left to explain to the princess. Most the information though...he couldn't let her hear; it'd be too much for her so he decided to explain to the bare minimum. "He's feeling better. My...Father had informed me last night that it would help Satan to find the virtue he apparently now embodies as to secure his health and I believe we did just that."

"Really???" The woman's eyes lit up with excitement. "What is it??? What did he choose???"

"Determination." The father smiled. "I believe it suits him quite well."

Despite everything, the man was incredibly proud of his son; determination is a strong virtue, one that has saved others time and time again.

It also reassured the father that no what, his son has what it takes to keep moving forward.

[pukanavis]

Plum Blossoms and Snowflakes | Prologue 2

Arashi: Ritsu-chan, I know I’m late to mention it, but you’re not usually active in the tea club around this season, right?

This time last year, you were practically inseparable from the kotatsu.

Ritsu: Yeah, I know. I happened to check the weather forecast yesterday and it said to expect 'a warm, spring-like day' so I exercised my power as club leader to call a meeting.

Nothing beats drinking Haa~kun’s tea on a warm sunny day.

Arashi: Is that so? Hajime-chan, it must be so hard putting up with Ritsu-chan’s fickleness.

Hajime: Oh, not at all. I’m happy to be doing an activity for the tea club ♪ The weather will be much colder by tomorrow too—

Not to mention, the third year students will be getting very busy soon.

Arashi: Oh…graduation season is fast approaching, isn’t it?

Ritsu-chan, do you think you’ll be able to graduate?

Ritsu: Don't worry, I've got it covered~. I’ve been working hard to make sure I can graduate with Maa~kun.

Arashi: That’s a relief then. I’m sure our fans would be outraged if you repeated another year.

Mayoi: Oh? Uhm, Ritsu-san, you’ve repeated a year before…?

Ritsu: That I have. Fufu, I'm seasoned with many life experiences, as you can see…☆

Arashi: Oh please, it’s not something to be proud of, now is it?

Ritsu: Yeah, yeah~. But it wasn’t all doom and gloom, you know?

I got to be in the same grade as Maa~kun and bask in all the extra time I had.

Haa~kun should follow in my footsteps and repeat a year too…♪

Arashi: Hey, don’t try to make it sound appealing. Repeating a year is a big deal.

Ritsu: I’m kidding, I’m kidding. It’s just a little Rittsu Joke ♪ Haa~kun isn’t going to repeat. Right? 

Hajime: Yes, I believe I'll be fine. The teachers haven’t reached out to me about any problems so I should be able to move up a grade.

Graduation, huh? ...It hurts to think about everyone leaving.

Ritsu: We’re not really leaving though, are we? Setting aside the people that move overseas, the rest of us live together in the dormitories.

Arashi: True, but with how busy the third years get, you don’t think much of it at first.

But once it settles in, you get hit with a sudden wave of loneliness.

When that happens, don’t be afraid to get in touch with me anytime you want. Be it just to vent, or anything else, I’ll listen to whatever you have to say.

I’ll always be there for a hard-working boy ♪

Hajime: Ehehe, I appreciate it.

Ayase-senpai, I’ll refill your cup.

If you’d like, why don’t you tell me which flavours you prefer? We have quite the collection of tea leaves, so I’m sure we have something you enjoy.

Mayoi: You don’t need to go to all that trouble, I’m happy with whatever you’re willing to offer.

Arashi: Mayoi-chan, it’s better to be honest about your preferences during these types of interactions. Sharing each other's likes is the first step in getting to know one another.

Mayoi: Y-Yes, you’re right. Uhm, I like—

Akiomi: “...This is Mr. Kunugi. If I may have the attention of a certain student—”

“Ayase-kun from class 3-B, if you are still on the school grounds, please report to the staff room immediately.”

“I repeat, Ayase-kun from class 3-B—”

Mayoi: …Huh? …Huh?

Ritsu: Ohh, he said your name, Mayomayo.

Arashi: Kyaa! Even hearing Kunugi-sensei call upon other people gets my heart pounding.

The fact that it’s after school makes this feels like one of those dramas! Aah, if only it were me.

Mayoi: …

Arashi: Oh dear, are you alright, Mayoi-chan? You’ve gone pale?

Mayoi: …Hyah!?

My apologies, I was caught off guard and my mind just went blank.

Aah, the thought of being scolded makes me want to run for the hills…

Ritsu: Hmm, do you know what it’s about?

Mayoi: …I don’t, but I was a failure of a student until this summer so I’m sure I’ve messed up somehow.

Ughh, I wish I could unhear it and go home! Why can’t I just disappear!

Arashi: None of that will do you any favours. If you left now, you’ll just be summoned again tomorrow.

Mayoi: But…

Hajime: It must be shocking to be suddenly called out on the school’s broadcasting system.

It doesn’t necessarily mean it’s for a bad reason though. I’ve also been called upon before and it was only because my family had dropped off some things that I had forgotten.

If you can’t think of something you did wrong, then it’s probably good news, right?

Arashi: Totally. Kunugi-sensei didn’t sound angry either so you have nothing to be scared of.

Mayoi: I-I see…then there’s no reason to think that I’m going to be berated, and even if I run away, I’ll have to face it eventually.

I’ll try to be brave and go.

Hajime: That’s the spirit! Do your best, Ayase-senpai.

Since I wasn’t able to give you another cup of tea, I wrapped up some cookies for you instead. 

Mayoi: Y-You’re too kind. Well then, I’ll be going now…

Ritsu: Bye bye~.

…Will Mayomayo be alright on his own?

Arashi: As his friend, part of me wants to go with him. I can’t stand the idea of waiting around here if it turns out to be something bad after all.

Just think of it as a little trial and do your best, Mayoi-chan.

ーSome time later

Mayoi: (...In all my reluctance to come here, I ended up dragging my feet.)

(I finally made it to the staff room.)

(Kunugi-sensei is right behind this door…)

(...Aah, I’m too cowardly to open it.)

(What could I have done wrong? I can’t think of anythi—)

(Ah, I know what it is! I’m a blatantly suspicious person that spends all his time in the ceiling…!)

(But nowhere in the school rules does it say 'No hiding in the ceiling!' and it’s not as if it causes trouble for anybody!)

(...Yet the fact that I feel guilty is proof that I recognise my wrongdoing…)

(Sigh…I’d rather not do this at all. Even now, I'm still fighting the urge to flee far away from here.)

(Ahh, no, I can’t think like that. You’ll never grow if you keep running away from your problems, Mayoi!)

(Overthinking isn't doing me any favours. I need to empty my mind and—)

(Hyah!? The door opened…!)

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[anyu-blue]

I have FEELINGS about the new Tears of the Kingdom game.

No want spoilers- plz scroll!! I need someplace to word vomit a bit and this should be the only post

Mkay so this is so I can see if I nailed it or got it WILDLY wrong... Because I gotta know.

The game is decently hard not gonna lie 😅 I'm struggling a bit even having come in straight from BotW.

I'm absolutely in love with Rauru... Ah. I'm certain he's taken but just AH. He's beautiful and sweet and kind and just AH. Also. Ded. VERY ded. Held on long enough to save Link many thousands of years in the future from when he lived... But he's gone after that first bit- and that KILLED me... And then it killed me again to realize... We're going to see his death (again) aren't we? Before his spirit fades... Because of all the time hubub... We're gonna see all that. And I just NOOOO!! It broke my heart already to see the sacrifices he made that I've seen!!! ... And I'm absolutely dreading one of the possibilities... That when Rauru succeeded in trapping Ganondorf... The gloom/withering stuff ate away at his body until nothing was left but his hand. As in.. He remained trapped in spirit down there like that after suffering HORRIBLY. Thousands and thousands of years. *Shudders* this damn game may well break my heart if I'm right.

I also have the hunch that Rauru was the reason his home didn't fall out of the sky/remained hidden away... And now that he's gone, it's crumbling and is doomed to fall entirely. (Thinking Ganon wiped out his people... OR, worse, Rauru is the only one of his kind 😅 don liek dat- though the former is absolutely worse... Mass culling bad/sad)

The shrines are a bit.. odd.. but they seem to be merged into another realm or something... Something outside of and beyond time. Absolutely beautiful... Though strange. And it killed me again to listen to that beautiful text when a shrine is completed because it sounds like a male and female singing... Like the essence of who the Statues represent. Beautiful Harmony. Dagger... Meet heart TT^TT

The other thing that's nagging at me... Is I'm starting to wonder if with all this time stuff ... If Link and Zelda (our very same protagonists) aren't the two depicted on the murals... The hero and princess from 10,000 years ago sealing Ganon away... As time repeats the cycle. Again and again. Perhaps Ganondorf did not merely recognize the "descendants" or "reincarnations" of the hero and princess... Perhaps him recognizing them was him recognizing THEM... Juuuust not WHEN he is.

I'm pretty certain some of the stuff I've run into is time fuckery with things having been thrust forward perhaps... But I'll be happy to help wrong about that.

I have so many more questions... Like why the dragon/animal motifs everywhere for the Zonai? What significance or relation do the dragons have to Rauru (and/or his people if he's not the only one)? Because that was made EXTREMELY clear right off the bat. What are the constructs made of? What's that stone? Why is that temple in the sky called the temple of time?! Is Link going to end up with his normal arm again with all the cleansing? Did Rauru do all those weird modifications himself? He was obs born- he has a belly button... Right? Is the Shekiah technology BECAUSE of the Zonai? I don't think he was, but was Rauru the one to banish/shun them?? (I've always had the feeling they did something they weren't supposed to to achieve what they did.. will we find out?) Where the FUCK are all the guardians and towers and old shrines??? WHERE GO?! Those things were EVERYWHERE and HUGE... WHERE GO??!!

What exactly is the thing implanted in Ganondorf's forehead, and how does it relate to the one he steals it from and/or the triforce?

I have more... But right now I'm too tired 😅

Dear gods... This game is fucking HUGE... But I think we'll get there.

Also.. LOVE the underground foliage.. absolutely love it. *Chef's kiss* perfection. Love every bit if it (though I DON'T love the gloom- ouchies!!)

[yuna-writes]

Trustless Society

These days, I always wonder if people are pretending to trust each other when in actuality they don't. It's hard to tell really, but I feel like these days more people are prone to not trust each other. I don't think it's more or so people's innate personality. I do feel like their environment impacts them as well. Sometimes I also feel like my lack of trust in others are weighing down over time and I get jaded by the disappointments and betrayal in general.

I think the Covid 19 pandemic have made a lot of people realize the life they once knew can suddenly disappear overnight. People lost their jobs and livelihood, or worse lost the lives of other people or even their own life. It made people feel very hopeless and I feel like I was already familiar with those emotions way before Covid lockdowns was a thing. People feeling hopeless while their external environment was out of their control. It's not like they could depend on each other for emotional support because of the fears on catching Covid at that time. So yeah, it left a lot of people feeling confused, alone, and sad.

I feel like I had those emotions for a very long time so it wasn't anything shocking. I always knew in the back of my thoughts that any day, the life that I once knew would just disappear overnight. I know that sounds almost doom and gloom because most people don't think of it as possibility, but to me it makes sense because my past experiences were mostly times where nothing felt really safe and secure. Everything was always out of my control, and there's always bad things happening and you can't do anything about it either. It feels more realistic to believe that events and people are bit transitory in nature, even though we want to believe everything last forever.

But maybe my worldview isn't so healthy either, I'm not sure. I think a lot of people will see me as being negative and thinking of the worst outcome. I just think it's more wise to consider the possibility of the bad, so you don't set your expectations too high and get hurt in the end if you know what I mean. It might be a protective measure, but you also need to keep your sanity and not make assumptions that the life you once led would always be present. People don't understand this part, and that's why events like the Covid 19 pandemic was a really traumatic experience for a lot of people.

Even a while ago, when I lost my designer job in the beginning of the year, I was upset about it but I wasn't completely surprised by it either. I always knew one day, my job would be gone in a split second. And the relationships I've created would be wiped out as well. But it makes you wonder why do we make so much effort in working so hard at our jobs, forming good relationships with people, and then being told you don't matter? Obviously, it impacts people's self-esteem and their sense of identity. That's why I see people posting online about their layoffs and how the event made them feel emotionally distressed because they really built a life around their job. It's kind of depressing people tied too much of their identity into their careers. In the end, maybe that's all they have left to feel proud of.

I think these kind of events causes people to not trust other people and not trust anyone or anything that's happening to them. It definitely impacted me in that way too. Sometimes, I feel like I will never really step foot in working at an office again just because I know that anytime, my livelihood can vanish in a split of a second once an employer decides to fire people out of nowhere. There's always elements to life we can't control, but the irony is that we spend so much of our waking life identifying with it. We spend more time at our jobs then spending time with our family or friends. We go to school for over twenty years to eventually work at a job. And yet all of it is very fleeting, and very temporary. And that's why I feel like I can't really trust the people I work with or the relationships I form with others.

I'm not sure what the solution is or how other people go about it. Some people just accept it as part of life but I feel like that's not a healthy way to go about it either. You kind of need to avoid those types of situation to preserve your mental health. It's sort of like...if you keep working for companies that don't really care about you, and see you as a number, then most likely you're going to be discarded as one. So why put yourself in that type of situation? It's better to become independent then depending on someone else to maintain the livelihood you once held.

[coolstorysister]

lyric starters 26

I saw a rainbow!

I saw a halo over yor head.

You were my angel.

I had to say goodbye.

I saw the future.

I wasn't ready for it to last.

I saw a photo, it made me laugh.

It made me sad.

I knew it was time to cry.

There won't ever be another like you.

You give me butterflies.

You're too easy to love.

My mama even likes you too.

You've been on my nerves.

I'm sick of you!

Don't you talk back to your mama!

Lately, I've been feeling so anxious.

I made this.

You can't explain this.

How do you do what you do?

Come on, speak your mind.

Quit asking how.

I need your love more than you know.

Let me off easy.

I'm not your type.

I adore your vibe.

You're planning my demise.

My soul is bruised.

I miss the way you say my name.

I lost my way and you're to blame.

Can't you just make it move faster?

You're kinda cute.

It's raining harder.

My shoes are now full of water.

I don't wanna leave but I have to go.

It feels like the start of a movie I've seen before.

Touch me like nobody else does.

I don't wanna ruin the moment.

It's over.

It's not real.

You don't exist!

I can't recall the last time I was kissed.

It feels like the end of a movie I've seen before.

Here I am!

I like playing dumb.

I was faded, in my own defense.

Drop a bomb on all the things we dreamed about.

Smash all the guitars!

We got to throw this year away like a bad luck charm.

I know I keep my feelings so tucked away.

Let's twist the knife again.

I'm just trying to keep it together.

I got this doom and gloom in my mind.

I've got love in my heart.

We'll drive until the engine just gives up.

I know I've made mistakes. I know, I know, but at least they were mine to make.

All of my wildest dreams, they just end up with you and me.

I ripped myself apart.

I'll be whatever you need me to be.

I cut myself down.

Make no plans and none can be broken.

Remember us just like this forever.

This can't last.

Do you laugh about me whenever I leave? Or do I just need more therapy?

Love is in the air.

I just gotta figure out a window to break out.

It was all a fake out.

I don't care.

My mood board is just pictures of you.

I'm not sad anymore.

I didn't take the love when I had a chance.

I sear I'm not sad anymore!

I can't do it all.

I know you mean well.

That's a bummer.

I love my life.

I guess I'm getting older.

I'm less pissed.

To the end of the world...

Hold me like a grudge.

The world is always spinning and I can't keep up.

Part-time soulmate, full-time problem.

I guess somehow we made it back.

I am a diamond on the inside, just add pressure.

I thought I knew better.

I thought it would get better.

I figured somehow, by now, I would have got it together.

Put your heart in it.

I'm like a storm on the horizon.

Sometimes these thoughts in my head speak so loud.

I wanna just let it out.

I try to act like I don't mind it.

I thought that keeping this inside would make it better.

I never thought that I would end up ruining it forever.

Every time I think I got everything put back together, I end up making more regrets.

Fighting myself, I always lose.

I didn't want you to think I'm worn out so easily.

I don't want you to promise you can change everything and make it better.

I can't run with this weight on my back!

I can't breathe!

I need to break free!

Maybe it's love.

Take my hand and don't let go!

Maybe you're the one.

My eyes have seen a million pretty things.

Home sweet home.

Sounded like footsteps on my stairs.

I'm still reaching even though I know you're not there.

Come back to me like you would if this was a movie.

Come back to me like you could if you just said sorry.

I know that we could work it out somehow.

If this was a movie, you'd be here by now.

I know people change and these things happen.

I remember how it was back then.

Nothing like this has ever happened to them.

Nothing's gonna change.

I've been waiting for you every day since you've been gone.

I just want it back the way it was before.

Should've picked my phone up every time you called me.

I never though it'd be so soon.

I never thought that I would lose you.

It's not that complicated.

When you love someone, you tell them that you do.

Don't waste a second or a breath.

You don't know when you're gonna lose them.

Now they're gone.

You didn't make that call.

It's all your fault.

It breaks my heart that I let you leave.

There ain't a thing I wouldn't do to get a moment back with you.

I should've let you know the truth.

What would you do if you were me?

It feels too soon to let you leave.

Sometimes you're the only one I feel like I can talk to.

It feels like my heart is torn in two.

It goes on and on and on.

I'm always trapped inside my fucking head.

Your past and mine are parallel lines.

Treat me like a lady.

All of the girls you loved before made you the one I've fallen for.

Every dead end street led you straight to me.

You're all I need.

I love you more.

No one's home.

Leave without saying goodbye.

It's everything that made me.

It's why you're so amazing.

Your mother brought you up loyal and kind.

There's good in goodbye.

I wanna teach you how forever feels.

When I was a kid, Pluto was still a planet.

I'm still kinda sad about it.

I'm still kinda mad about it.

I'm a little afraid.

Hate on me. You might as well hate the sun for shining just a little too much.

At the end of the day, you and me are both the same.

We just wanna be loved.

She loves me no matter what.

That really fucks me up.

There's so many killers out there.

You might as well do it today.

Love me.

I know you can.

Watch your smile, it's gonna fall right off.

It's gonna be awhile.

How do I learn how to lose you again?

They're gonna take your soul.

We got a lot to learn.

It's pulling me in.

I know the signs.

I see the pattern in front of my eyes.

I can't stop it when it starts.

I can feel it getting closer.

There's no way to escape it.

You'll never make it.

I don't have an answer when the questions don't make sense.

MOTTO

[presencinglife]

For the last seven years, I have been battling a rheumatic arthritic condition in my back that began following a gym injury I suffered which led to a disc bulge in my lower back. At first, I thought the illness was purely physical in nature and underwent the necessary orthopedic treatments including multiple rounds of physiotherapy to strengthen my back but despite everything that allopathy could offer, my condition kept getting more crippling and hard to cure. During winters it was difficult to get out of bed due to the stiffness that would set in my back at night. Then I switched over to alternative healing modalities which led to some relief but never completely took away the pain. It was as though a rock were tied to my back, weighing me down all the time.

At first, it was very hard for my ego to reveal this to anyone but then it became imperative to share with the people, especially the ones whom I had to work with. My ability to do things became severely restricted. I had to plan my activities carefully, knowing what my body could realistically accomplish in a day. For the first time, I realized what it meant to be limited physically from doing the things one wants to do. I must admit that I went through a period of feeling sorry for myself but in time, I learnt the value of suffering that only physical pain can bring. When you cannot do everything that you want to do in a day due to a physical limitation that is beyond your control, you learn the meaning of surrender.

For the most part, I was always fit and able to do whatever I wanted to do before the injury so I don't think I even had an idea of what it feels like to have chronic pain. My ability to empathize with others in pain only really grew after my injury, especially the elderly. I enjoy spending time with my next door neighbor, a lady in her 80s who lives by herself and reminds me of my grandmother. Life slows down in pain, whether you like it or not. And at first you resist this slowing down, until you realize there is grace in it. There is a gift in pain that health cannot bring - a reminder of your own mortality. You are made aware of your limited time on Earth and you begin asking yourself how you want to spend those moments. I can honestly say that if I hadn't suffered this setback, I might have scattered my energy in a thousand directions believing I was doing something meaningful. But now I was forced to ensure that what I was undertaking was truly in alignment with who I was and that I was not tempted to say yes to things to please others or to prove something to myself.

The illness also compelled me to see my health in a new light. Recently, I went for a naturopathy retreat and discovered the joy of slow yoga, especially the stretching exercises that bring a lot of relief to my back and help me do more in a day than I was previously able to do. The arthritic pain worsens with certain kinds of food so I stopped caffeine completely. Only fresh fruit and homemade, boiled foods sustain me now. Cutting out mindless eating of all kinds, has been life altering to say the least. My body seems to love this new regime. I also stopped all the allopathic medication my orthopedic doctor put me on. According to him, this is a lifelong condition and might only get worse with time, probably spreading to other regions, especially joints. I'm not sure I believe in his doom and gloom prognosis. Only time will tell. But even if it's true, I'd rather battle my condition through alternative modalities than pill popping, which has all kinds of side effects in the long run, given the amount of steroids these drugs contain.

Looking back, I feel much better now than I did when it all first began. The pain still persists but as long as I follow my daily diet and exercise regime, it is manageable. It sounds strange but I wouldn't have wanted it otherwise. I can see how disembodied my life was before and the pain compelled me to find my grounding. I do things more mindfully now. My inner orientation towards life has changed. I see how easy it is to get caught up in the illusion of wanting to live at the pace of the mind, which runs a million miles a minute. To bring yourself back to the body...the immediate breath, and to relax in the now is a revolutionary act in the age we live in. Maybe that is why I manifested the pain in the first place. To teach myself how to be still and find oneness with the present moment. I open myself to whatever else this pain has to teach me still.