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Let's play... Bella or Watson?

While waiting for the next Letters from Watson email to arrive, fancy joining me in a little game of BELLA OR WATSON?

Some of these statements were written by Dr John H Watson about his friend Mr Sherlock Holmes. Some were written by Bella Swan about Edward, the hot teenage vampire from Twilight.

[IMG Silhouettes of Dr Watson and Bella Swan, text reads Watson or Bella]

(This was inspired by a tumblr post, but I'm afraid it's lost to the mists of ancient dash for me by now. Answers are under the cut!]

With his long, white, nervous fingers he adjusted [REDACTED], and [REDACTED].

glanced sideways at the beautiful [REDACTED], who was [REDACTED], [REDACTED] with long, pale fingers

His eyes were gloriously intense as he uttered that last sentence

I turned and he was leaning toward me, his pale, glorious face just inches from mine.

In the darkness he looked much more normal. Still pale, still dreamlike in his beauty, but no longer the fantastic sparkling creature of our sunlit afternoon.

In height he was rather over six feet, and so excessively lean that he seemed to be considerably taller. His eyes were sharp and piercing Watson or Bella?

His face flushed and darkened. His brows were drawn into two hard black lines, while his eyes shone out from beneath them with a steely glitter. 

An instant later he pulled me back into the blackest corner of the room, and I felt his warning hand upon my lips. The fingers which clutched me were shivering.

It was worth a wound—it was worth many wounds—to know the depth of loyalty and love which lay behind that cold mask. The clear, hard eyes were dimmed for a moment, and the firm lips were shaking. 

ANSWERS UNDER THE CUT

Question 1 - Watson

With his long, white, nervous fingers he adjusted the delicate needle, and rolled back his left shirt-cuff.

Question 2 - Bella

I glanced sideways at the beautiful boy, who was looking at his tray now, picking a bagel to pieces with long, pale fingers

Question 3 - Watson His nostrils seemed to dilate with a purely animal lust for the chase

Question 4 - Bella His eyes were gloriously intense as he uttered that last sentence

Question 5 - Bella

I turned and he was leaning toward me, his pale, glorious face just inches from mine.

Question 6 - Bella

In the darkness he looked much more normal. Still pale, still dreamlike in his beauty, but no longer the fantastic sparkling creature of our sunlit afternoon

Question 7 - Watson

In height he was rather over six feet, and so excessively lean that he seemed to be considerably taller. His eyes were sharp and piercing

Question 8 - Watson

His face flushed and darkened. His brows were drawn into two hard black lines, while his eyes shone out from beneath them with a steely glitter. 

Question 9 - Watson

An instant later he pulled me back into the blackest corner of the room, and I felt his warning hand upon my lips. The fingers which clutched me were shivering.

Question 10 - Yup, still Watson

It was worth a wound—it was worth many wounds—to know the depth of loyalty and love which lay behind that cold mask. The clear, hard eyes were dimmed for a moment, and the firm lips were shaking. 

[lovecla]

TAKE YOUR PAIN AWAY | quinn hughes.

chapter one:

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➴ chapter warnings: shitty mom.

➴ word count: 2.6k

💌 from me to you: and finally, the first chapter of TYPA is here. i wanted to post this only when i had at least the first five chapters ready so you guys wouldn’t wait too long for updates, so thank u all for waiting. again, i cannot stress this enough: read the story’s warnings before reading the story!!! aaand i love u all!!! (also thank u for 200+ followers? insane!)

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2024, MARCH

YOUR ALARM went off at half past five, and you grunted, smacking it with your right hand, trying to make it stop yelling.

After you turned it off, you laid your bed on your pillow again, sighing. Turning your head to the side, you watched as Bella snored like she paid all of your bills and worked a nine to five everyday. You smiled, happy to see her so relaxed.

You got up, put on your slippers and walked to your bathroom, turning on the lights and regretting immediately after, because your eyes took a long time to adjust to the bright, white light.

You opened the tap, putting in warm water and gently wetting your face, before closing it and grabbing your cleanser and starting your morning skincare routine.

Even though you loved to stay in bed, there was something about the early hours of the day. You could go on with your morning with no one bothering you, just working on the steps of completing your morning routine with ease, while the world was still asleep outside— even though Los Angeles never got entirely asleep.

You can wash your face and apply your moisturizer, before stepping in the shower after letting your skin absorb the products. Then, you can scrub your body and exfoliate it, humming to this week’s top song on Spotify charts. You can dry yourself with your fluffiest towel, smear your skin with your favorite vanilla scented body lotion and perfume.

Then, you can wake Bella up, and force her to leave your bed so you can make it. She’ll growl and bark at you, but in the end she’ll be too eager to go outside to do anything else.

You’ll change into your outfit of the day, something cozy, and grab your keys before leaving the house with Bella by your side, taking her to the dog park your apartment complex has, and let her enjoy the synthetic grass while you stare at her, smiling from ear to ear.

You’ll both stay there for ten minutes, with you talking to her about everything and anything, while she sniffs around the place and answers your yapping with occasional barks.

Then, you’ll call her name and go back to your place, starving for food. You’ll make your breakfast, nothing too heavy— a cup of green tea and a yogurt bowl.

You’ll leave your house at sometime around seven a.m., after grabbing everything you’ll need for the day and saying goodbye to Bella, telling her that her dog sitter, Carly, will be there in just a few hours. You’ll get into the car your agency sent to you, greeting the driver and sitting in the back, checking the texts on your phone. And then, you will feel your heart stop inside your chest, because—

What the hell does she want? You thought, squeezing your phone so hard between your hands that, for a second, you thought you’d actually break it.

You haven’t seen your mom in a year. Or your family, for that matter. Your parents, your brother and Canada felt just like a distant, hurtful memory that you wanted to keep away from yourself, buried deep inside your heart.

After making your teenage years feel like hell, and after making you hate yourself in more ways you’d ever think possible, your mom got you signed at the most prestigious modeling agency in all LA, IMG Models. Some people online talked about how you were only the cover of last year’s VOGUE because you’re basically a Nepo Baby, and even though your social media team did their best to debunk those comments, you knew— everyone did— that they were right: you only reached the top that fast because you are the daughter of the editor-in-chief of Fashion and retired model, Jessica Carter.

Not that you weren’t pretty, no, you were. But your last name opened more doors for you than your face and body ever would.

But at the end, you were grateful to be living a normal life— as normal as it could get— away from Canada. That country held painful memories and people that you would much rather watch from afar.

You didn’t reply to her text, you didn’t need to. She made it very clear that your attendance wasn’t an option. Even at twenty-two years old, your mom would always have the final word.

You arrived on set ten minutes after reading that text, sad to have your good mood ruined. But you still had a long day of work ahead of you, so you should just do what you’re best at: pretending you’re fine.

You spent your entire morning at a photoshoot for Elle, posing for infinite pictures and changing as fast as you could, while trying your hardest not to focus on your mom’s text.

Glad to be working with people who were actually nice, you slipped into your work headspace and when you checked your phone again, it was lunch time.

Grabbing the biggest salad from the agency’s restaurant, you ate with no hunger or pleasure. Thinking of your life back in Canada made you sick.

After lunch, you were sent to another location so they could take more pictures of you, the photographer, Garret, making sure to get the right photos of you.

At six, you were ready to head back to home, but unfortunately, part of your job meant interacting with people on social media. Sometimes answering questions online, making TikToks or even posting on Instagram.

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“ARE YOU leaving already, darlin’?”

Nicholas’ voice echoed as you bend over to grab your purse.

Looking at him, you smiled, tiredly. “Yes, hum. Actually, I need to talk to you about something,” you took a step further, stopping in front of the man you've known as your boss the past four years.

“Yeah, go ahead.” He leaned against the wall, waiting.

“I need to have Friday off,” you started, biting your lip. “It’s a family thing. Promise I’ll be back on Monday.”

“Madison, you’re literally the only model here who hasn’t missed a work day for an entire year, maybe even more than that,” he laughs, blond hair moving as his head turns around. “If you want to take the entire week off, you’re allowed to.”

A week in Toronto? No, thank you.

“No, I just need Friday.” You replied, adjusting your bag on your shoulder.

“You’re free to go, my love. Send kisses to your mom, okay? Tell her to visit us sometime.”

“Of course, thank you.” You kissed his cheek quickly before heading back to the elevator.

On your way home, you thought about all of the things your mom might want of you. Sure, she said that she wanted the family to get together and all of that, but you’re sure there’s more to that. She wouldn’t make you fly to Canada just because she wants to have dinner with you. She’s just not that kind of person.

Entering your apartment, the first thing you did after removing your shoes was go looking for Bella, who had somehow managed to lock herself inside the guest's bathroom, and was whining loudly.

“Naughty, naughty girl,” you kissed her, petting her fur gently. “How did you even do that?”

She just licked you and you sighed, the long hours of work finally hitting you completely. You just needed to shower, drink your daily glass of warm milk and play with Bella for a while before going to bed.

Locking away all thoughts related to Canada, you followed your night routine like you’d usually do, trying your hardest to let the people you buried years ago stay away like you wanted them to.

[ovrtimelove]

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[jintaka-hane]

Raisins

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Notes: Benn Beckman x brat f!reader. This is a stupid idea - gift to my lovely @fanaticsnail, to give her some comfort and encouragement regarding the last glimpse into her life. Beckman isn't very good in the kitchen, but he does is best 💕 🚬 Word count: 800 Summary: When you're hungry, you're a grump. And it's even worse when they bring you things you don't like.

Ever since Lucky Roux had dislocated his shoulder, nobody cooked aboard the Red Force, and the red-haired pirates made do with whatever they could scrounge up from the galley to survive.

You found yourself in there, hungry and grumpy, scouring for a snack. Provisions were running low, and a group led by the ship's second-in-command had just returned from resupplying ashore.

As you rummaged through the pantry for something to munch on, Benn Beckman strode into the galley, a cigarette clamped between his lips as usual.

"Feelin’ a bit hungry, are we?" His muscular scarred arms flexed as he lifted the weighty shopping bags onto the table. Each one seemed to weigh a ton, but it didn't appear to trouble him.

"Yeah, and there's nothing here…"

“Don't worry, darlin', I've bought yer favorite cereal for breakfast."

Eagerly, you pounced on the shopping bags, seeking the prized cereal box. Your hands landed on a square cardboard container, which you swiftly pulled out. As you gazed at it, disappointment clouded your face... Cereal with raisins, the product name read.

You loathed raisins with every fiber of your being.

With a frustrated expression, you glanced at Beckman, unable to hide your annoyance.

"Seriously?! With raisins?!”

He snatched the box from your grasp and examined it.

"Guess I mistook these brown things for chocolate,” he said shrugging his shoulders and handing you the box again.

“I hate raisins, Beck!!" you shouted, throwing the cereal container onto the table.

“Come on, doll, I’m sure it doesn’t taste that bad," he was calm, his cigarette still in his lips and a wisp of smoke curling from it.

You huffed in response, aware that your reaction wasn't the greatest. But frankly, you detested raisins and the idea of having to eat that crap for the rest of the week infuriated you beyond measure. You couldn't hide it.

As he observed your spoiled reaction his own irritation threatened to mirror yours.

“Easy now, don’t be like that,” he tried to stay composed, “next time I’ll buy others”.

You didn't want to listen. You stormed out of the kitchen, slamming the door shut without even saying goodbye.

"Spoiled girl…", he muttered angrily, shaking his head, “ungrateful brat…”.

You spent the rest of the day on deck, attending to some of your duties. Beckman was nowhere to be found, and you still felt yourself quite angry enough to seek him out and talk to him. Your reaction was somewhat irrational, but you couldn't avoid it.

Nonetheless, you felt a hint of sadness and guilt within you. After all, the first mate was your favorite person on the ship, and you never used to argue.

“Hey, do you know where Beck is?" asked one man.

"No clue," another replied.

"Last time I saw him, he was busy in the galley," you heard someone else say.

You remained occupied, tending to your tasks throughout the day. As your hunger intensified while working, you contemplated pilfering something from the pantry.

You made your way to the galley, a familiar scent of tobacco wafting through the crack of the partially closed door. You reached for the knob to push it, but halted abruptly upon hearing the voice of the vice captain muttering grumpily from inside.

“... don't know why the fuckin’ hell I bother ...”.

Your hand released the doorknob, and you decided not to enter; you weren't going to confront an angry superior. You turned on your heel and made your way back to your duties, resigned.

Three hours later, your stomach growled like a sea monster from the Grand Line.

"Screw it, I'm going to eat that crappy cereal".

You headed to the galley again, finding nobody there. You opened the pantry, grabbed the cereal, a spoon, and a bowl, and sat at the table with a sigh. Pouring the cereal into the bowl, you took a closer look at it and to your surprise, there were no raisins. They had been removed and replaced by meticulously sliced chocolate bits.

You rose immediately and made your way onto the deck in search of the first mate, the spoon still in your hand.

“Beckman!!!”

You saw him standing at the prow, his expression grave as he concentrated on securing a line with a sailor's knot.

“I’m right’ere”, he answered crankily.

Glancing at his hands, you noticed that his fingers were speckled with tiny flecks of chocolate.

"Did you remove all the raisins from the cereal?!"

“... aye,” he mumbled without looking at you.

"By hand?"

“... aye,” his focus was still on the rope.

"And chopped bits of chocolate for me?"

“That I did,” he replied, still avoiding your gaze.

You rushed towards him, leaping into his arms, causing him to drop the rope, which fell to the ground as he caught you. Enveloping him with your arms, you started giving him little kisses all over his face.

“Forgive me, I am sorry, I shouldn't have shouted at you”.

“... it's a’right,” he responded, slightly embarrassed and trying to conceal a smile.

“... And… thank…” you said, unable to stop pecking his cheeks, “… you”.

“... anytime, darlin',” he hugged you tightly against him.

From the bowcastle, a group of men were watching you.

“Beck!!" One of them shouted, laughing, "she got you wrapped around her finger, huh?”

Without letting go of your embrace, Beckman shifted his gaze towards them.

“GET BACK TO FUCKIN' WORK!!”

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[coolprettyleo]

screaming, crying, perfect storms - ryan leonard ☆

wc: 1.3k

tw: angst. new beginnings. depression. yelling?

ryan leonard x oc

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

frankie was doing good, cool, and fine. everything was just fine, and that little 'just' was enough to make everything not fine for the youngest hughes.

the girl felt stuck in a never-ending loop and she had no idea how to get out of it.

she had recently come to the realization that everyone she knew was making progress with their lives. they were either already doing what they loved or were working for it.

while she stood and watched, stuck. she didn't know what she loved; it's not like you can sleep in your boyfriend's arms for a living, right?

the poor girl was just bored with her life. sure, she had friends and a boyfriend and had finally managed to pass her classes, but at the end of the day, that's all she had.

she needed a change and she needed it fast.

frankie and summer were currently walking through the streets of nyc. frankie had fallen into a depression and summer being her best friend had decided to take her on a shopping spree in hopes to uplift the girls poor mood.

they had been playing around in one of the dressing rooms when a tall beautiful woman approached them.

"hi, I've been watching you two for the last twenty minutes, and you guys are gorgeous. my name is eloise simons, and I'm with IMG Models. I think you two would be perfect for this new summer collection; I'm going to give you two my card and you guys can go ahead and give me a call if you want to set a meeting up," the lady said, handing them a card that looked pretty legit.

the two girls looked at eloise speechless, not knowing whether or not she was joking.

"i know this is very out of the blue but I have a vision and a good feeling about you two and I just need to act on it" she said with a smile.

"thank you. we'll have to talk it over, though," summer said as frankie had seemed to go mute. the lady let out a smile.

"that's better than a 'no'. please, if you even have any questions or concerns, just give me a call." she said before bidding the girls goodbye as the best friends eyed each other with a wild look.

"if this is a prank, it's really mean," frankie said, breaking the silence.

"it's not," summer said, looking the number up and it, in fact, being real.

"oh my gosh, what are we going to do," frankie said as summer smirked.

"we have three months off" she cheekily smiled

"are you saying what i think you're saying?" frankie said

"a new york summer?" summer said excitedly as they both jumped up, squealing.

___

frankie walked into her apartment with about twenty bags to find ryan, will, gabe, jacob, drew, and aram sitting around her living room. playing video games.

"what the hell," she said, eying the boys as ryan stood up and helped her with her bags.

"you said i could invite the guys," ryan said with a smile

"I know, but it never sounds like a lot till I see them," she said as they all waved at the girl.

"wait, is summer back, too?" gabe asked as frankie nodded. the boy quickly stood up and bid goodbye to his friends before walking across the hall to his situationship.

"we're gonna head out too," will said, standing up, eyeing the rest of the boys who didn't move.

"i'm comfy" drew whined

"forts," will say with a glare as he huffed and stood up along with jacob and aram. the boys gave frankie a hug and bid ryan a goodbye before walking out.

"how was your day" ryan said as he put his girlfriends bags down.

"amazing! you won't believe what happened," she smiled, thinking about eloise.

"what happened? what did you even buy?" he asked nosily as he looked in some of the bags.

"a whole bunch of cute outfits. I bought you some things, too," she said as she pulled out some items in the bag for him.

"this is sick" he said as he eyed them. frankie smiled as he tried it on for her, watching him. she smirked before pushing him down onto the bed and straddling him.

"you look so handsome," she said, kissing his neck as he squeezed her sides.

"you're in a good mood," he smiled, looking at his girlfriend. he had been really worried about the mood his girlfriend had been in these last few weeks. she was either always mad or sad nowadays, and it made him happy to see her so happy.

"yup. I got a job today," she told him as ryan eyed her warily. don't get him wrong, he loved her but she was lazy. he thought hell would freeze over before she ever got a job, a job in new york as that.

"a job?" he said confused

"yeah, it's for the summer but if I like it I might end up doing it forever-"

"what kind of job is it?" he asked warily, seeing as she was tiptoeing around the fact of what the actual job was.

"modeling," she said as she squealed.

"you want to be a model?" he asked confused.

"well, I don't know yet. summer and I got scouted today and we want to give it a try. but if I like it I'm going to keep doing it" she explained

"what about college?" he asked. he was excited for her, really, but he was afraid she was being irrational. a thing he learned about his girlfriend is that she did things without putting much thought into them.

"well, I haven't thought that far, but I'll drop out if it comes to it," she said as ryan raised his eyebrows.

"why are you looking at me like that" she asked with a frown. she was honestly getting annoyed with how ryan was taking this. she was so excited and his reaction was honestly ruining her own.

"this is a big decision, frankie. I don't think you're thinking it all the way through-"

"i am thinking it through. that's why i'm only trying it-"

"you just said you're gonna drop out"

"I said if it came to it," she said, getting off his lap. she didn't like the way he was acting.

"i just think you're not thinking it through-"

"stop saying that! i'm not some naive little girl!" she said, getting frustrated and raising her voice.

"don't yell at me," he said in a serious tone that irked the girl to her core.

"I'll yell if I want." the stubborn girl stood her ground.

"i just want you to think about what you're doing-"

"I'm not some dumb kid, ryan!" she said taking the bags off her bed.

"well, you're acting like one," he said below his breath, but the youngest hughes had heard it, and it shattered her feelings. he knew one of her biggest insecurities, and he decided to gut her with it.

"get out," she said shaking her head with watery eyes

once ryan saw those sad eyes, he knew he screwed up.

"babe-"

"please just go. we'll talk tomorrow," she said, sniffling as he came to wrap his arms around her.

"I didn't mean that, I'm sorry," he said in her hair.

"i know. I just want to be alone, please," she said, pulling away.

ryan eyed the girl, his girl, wanting nothing more than to beg for forgiveness on his knees all night, but knew he screwed up and she needed her space. he nodded before kissing her cheek and walking out.

leaving frankie to sit, cry, and drown in her thoughts. more sure than ever that she was going to go through with this.

[takiberry]

Hai,now imagine sitting on Ki's face, this man must be desperate for this and I would like to receive your thoughts on this ♡ love you

IMG FINALLY A K THOUGHT JM SO HAPPYAYAYAYAYAYA !:!/!:?:?€\€\

warnings: kei being a pussy hungry man, reader gets overstimulated ( kinda ) lowercase intended ( per usual ),

keep in mind that ALL of my works consists of idol!&team or idol!enha as it makes it sm easier for me to write them that way!

“baby it’s okay, just sit slowly.” kei said to you as he rubbed on your thighs, looking up at you from under you. kei wanted you to sit on his face so desperately, he practically begged you this morning since the other members were going to be out and about for a good long while, you agreed but now you were having second thoughts about this, so here you are being hesitant to sit down fully. your boyfriend was incredibly desperate so he pulled you down on his face to sit down fully and he started to lap his tongue against your pussy, holding you down tightly. there was absolutely no use for you to try and pry him off, he was twice your size, taller AND stronger. he was NOT going to let you win this, so you gave in and let out semi-loud moans, your hands tangling into his hair.

his tongue felt amazing but the way he so effortlessly sucked onto your clit like it was his last meal felt so amazing , you practically had yourself grinding your cunt against his face. kei chuckled and kept sucking on your clit, his fingers pushing themselves inside you, causing you to jolt and whine loudly as he started to pump his fingers quickly, he chuckled again at your reaction and continued to suck and lap his tongue on your cunt, he’s so into fucking you with his mouth that you practically had already felt yourself shaking, your hands gripping his hair tightly as he continued on with his movement, you were so out of it that you came on your boyfriend’s tongue without realizing, but that didnt seem to stop because he kept fucking his fingers into you as he continued to lap his tongue against you.

good luck trying to even getting him off your clit because it’s not gonna happen 🤷‍♀️

[gentlebeardsbarngrill]

04/18/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; Rhys / Bears; LindsCantrell/Ringasunn; Vico Ortiz; Gypsy Taylor; Nathan Foad; OFMD Remaining Billboard; Fan Spotlight: PatchworkPirateBear and Cast Cards; Fuck David Zaslav; Love Notes; Today's Taika/Daily Darby

= Rhysie Darby =

Hey all! As you've probably heard, our beloved Captain will be hosting the Big Bear Week this year! Check out more on Deadline.com Img Src: Rhys' IG Stories

= Linds Cantrell / Ringasunn =

Our lovely crewmate @/ringasunn was given some awesome stills by Lindsey Cantrell our resident ofmd set director, and they were kind enough to share them with all of us! Thanks @/ringasunn! Src: Ringasunn's Twitter

= Gypsy Taylor =

Our favorite costume designer Gypsy shared some unseen pictures of Wee John's socks!! Src: Gypsy's IG

= Vico Ortiz =

Vico giving a shoutout for all the animation they've gotten to do since the lockdown!

Src: Vico's IG

== Nathan Foad ==

More BTS and images of Nathan with Love's Labour's Lost!

Img Src: Nathan's IG

== Our Boys Still Up ==

Thanks @ourflagmeansfanfiction on IG for keeping an eye on our boys on that billboard! Did Max maybe just forget it was there and are still paying for it?

Img Src: Our Flag Means Fanfiction IG

== Fan Spotlight ==

= Patchwork Piratebear =

@saveofmdcrewmates is highlighting our sweet crewmate @patchworkpiratebear! They are a pillar of kindness and are always sharing their artwork and edits to be shared in support of the campaign! Feel free to take a load off and do some coloring! There's lots more on their socials! SaveOFMD Posts: Tumblr, Twitter, IG PatchWorkPirateBear's Socials: Tumblr: @patchworkpiratebear , IG, Twitter

= Cast Cards =

Always happy to see another Cast Card from the lovely @melvisik! Today's is "Mark Prendergast, the court scribe who penned the edict leading to Ed and Stede’s Act of Grace." Img Src: @melvisik Twitter

== Fuck David Zaslav ==

Hey! Looks like there are lots of people pissed at David Zaslav! Sesame Street is going on Strike!

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== Love Notes ==

Hey lovelies! This one's late, sorry about that, I fell asleep again. Today I wanted to send a reminder that you get to create your own space. You get to choose who's in your crew, and your safe space ship. If you don't feel comfortable, because someone is making you feel that way, you don't have to interact with them. I know it's hard, I know that I often suffer from justice fatigue (and I want so badly to explain my point of view), but it really is important to give yourself some space from the things in this world that are heavier. It doesn't mean you can't come back to them, or you shouldn't care, but remember to give yourself a break.

Tumblr, Twitter, those places have "safety" measures in place through blocking, ignoring certain words, etc to help with this kind of thing, so if you need a break from discussions or politics, or whatever, please feel free to use them. You deserve some joy and rest too. Tumblr is my happy place personally, I love coming here and seeing all the cool meta, fanart, fics, etc, but there have been times where I've felt like I just can't deal with the heavier stuff. It's okay not to interact with it if it's bothering you. It's okay to block people who are attacking you. It's okay to ask for support with it too. I love that there's a way to block anon asks now (not just turning them off, but you can block them last time I looked).

A lot of our lives we're told that we don't have a lot of control, but one thing about these kinds of spaces is, we do get to have some semblance of control on what we see and who we interact with, and there's no shame in practicing self care.

Anyway lovelies, take care of yourselves, we love you and we want you to be okay <3

Some other little things that helped me today:

TinyBuddhaOfficial IG

Adorable Raccoon Memes IG

== Daily Darby / Today's Taika ==

Today's Theme is STAAAAAAAAAAAAAHP, How very dare you look that good.

Gifs courtesy of @kiwistede and @darkinerry

[artsygremlin291]

UAAAAA IMG OMG OMG OMFGGGG I LOVE YOUR LOS.GIJINKASSSSSS THEYRE SOOOO COOL!!!! DO YOU HAVE ANY HC FOR THEM???

MY FIRST ASK LETS FUCKING GOOOO you have 'first' comment priviledges

okay that aside, I do have a few for the LoS! I've been in PMTOK since the game launched :) Get ready for a lot of text, pal!

Headcanon time.

Olly created each member very carefully, and let their personalities develop over training, which all took place before the events of PMTOK. Olivia didn't know about his full plan during this time, she thought he'd just build a kingdom, not take over existing ones.

Olly was made years before the 2020 Origami Festival, giving the Craftsman time to raise him and stuff. This made the betrayal harder on Olly.

Olly has dark magic, and Olivia has light magic. The Origami Craftsman made them to represent Yin and Yang, and to create balance in the potential Origami Kingdom.

Olly is EXTREMELY ATTACHED to the LoS, they felt like his only family after feeling so betrayed by the Origami Craftsman (and later, Olivia).

The Origami Craftsman actually made Stapler for Olly when he was younger! Olly's had Stapler since it was a puppy :)

Colored Pencils draws himself and the Legion in his freetime. They're his family and he cherishes them.

Rubber Band and Hole Punch make a great duo, with Hole Punch’s Dances and Rubber Band’s singing. They like to take turns with the spotlight.

Hole Punch has ADHD, and can't pay attention very well. He’s found that music helps him focus. (this may or may not be projecting)

Scissors will often hide their emotions, in fear that people will see them as “weak” if they’re shown to be emotionally vulnerable. They only trust the rest of the LoS with their emotional state.

Tape acts as the "most mature" of the LoS, he keeps everyone in line. They all see him as a sort of older brother figure.

Tape knows a lot of fun ocean facts! He likes to study sea stuff in his free time.

Scissors was actually pretty chill before Olly initated the war. They only discovered their love for bloodshed and sadistic nature during the training. Things got 100% worse when they realized they were the last Legion member alive, that completely broke them mentally.

Hole Punch's voice can influence the other LoS members to a degree, he uses this to calm them all down. This only works because they're all connected to Olly's magic, so it doesn't work on others. (like Mario, Bobby, Olivia, etc etc)

Colored Pencils uses He/They/It, Rubber Band uses It/Its, Hole Punch uses He/They, Tape uses He/Him, and Scissors uses They/Them.

okay just olly headcanons this time except a lot of it is projecting onto him

Olly is extremely self conscious about his public image and being perfect.

Olly has ADHD and Autism, but sees this as a problem and something that makes him “imperfect”.

Olly tends to fidget with small objects when he’s bored, like his earrings or the end of his cape.

Olly has an extremely hard time sleeping, much to his dismay.

Olly tends to shut himself in his room a lot, drowning out the rest of the world with music.

Olly loves piano music, and tends to listen to it to calm down. He also knows how to play piano, this headcanon is due to the little piano melody in the beginning of his battle theme (0:06 to 0:10). Faster melodies when he’s stressed or angry, softer melodies when he’s calm and content.

Olly seems like the kind of person who would know the lyrics to all the disney villain songs, but wouldn't sing around people. (He specifically likes “Be Prepared” from the Lion King)

Before Olly went mad with power and noticed the “scribble” on his stomach, the Origami Craftsman would sing/hum lullabies to Olly to help him sleep or calm down. Olly later passes this through the family by doing the same with Olivia and the Legion to help them sleep or calm down.

He for the love of god cannot control his anger, he tries to stay composed but my GOD is he petty.

Instead of 4th of July, The Mushroom Kingdom has the Origami Festival on July 17th. July 17 is also Olly’s birthday.

Olly hates emotions in general- not from other people, from himself. He hates feeling things and a lot of the time tries to hide his emotions.

Olly is actually very fun loving! He enjoys singing and dancing, festivals, etc.. he just 'grew up too fast' and prioritizes his kingly duties. He thinks it isn't okay for him to "be childish". He envies Olivia's innocence.

Olly takes a huge interest in the legends surrounding the Crystal Stars and the Shadow Queen, even more so since the Craftsman is a descendant of one of the Four Heroes. He rereads the stories about it a lot.

My version of events

Me and my sister got a sort of AU thing going on- and we both say it's canon we're nintendo real

During the ending festival, Mario thinks back to everything that happened, and how Olivia and Olly didn't really have a chance to LIVE. Sure, they were alive, but they didn't get to experience the world as it is, they didn't get to be kids. (Olly is 18, Olivia is 15) Mario decided to do what Olly did.. and with the help of Luigi, Bowser, Peach, and the Toads, the 1000 Paper Crane wish happened again. Olly, Olivia, and the LoS were all brought back to life. They all reside in Peach's Castle until Olly can handle his emotional/mental state and create his own Origami Kingdom, allied with the Mushroom and Koopa Kingdoms. Olly learns by observing how Peach rules and acting as a sort of assistant to her! (Later viewing Peach as a mother figure)

Olivia ends up meeting the rest of Mario's sidekicks, like Kersti, Goombella, Huey, and the Captain of the Odyssey... Cappy! Together they go on adventures in the Odyssey and explore the world, able to have fun and excitement if Mario is too busy. Olivia gets a good kick out of it and is more than happy to go, she sends postcards to Olly.

The Legion of Stationary all settle down and begin focusing on their passions rather than being soldiers for Olly, since he no longer needs that of them. Pencils persues his art, Rubber Band persues it's acting career, Hole Punch decides to help entertain Toad Town with music and dance, Tape begins working with Captain T. Ode to be closer to the oceans.. and Scissors decides to make use of their love for combat, giving training sessions to Toads who want to help protect the Kingdom.

Maybe I'll go on about the AU in another post, this is already long enough- BETCHA DIDN'T EXPECT ALL THAT, HUH?

[amanda13parker]

WARNINGS: violence, mentions of SA, unwanted pregnancy, abuse, angst, blood Here’s the second batch of sketches and Anya’s backstory in the Red Room. Please heed the warning and do NOT interact if any of them trigger you. In the last post I got to briefly introduce Anastasia (Anya) Morozoff, an OC I felt the need to create after reading so many wonderfully written Natasha x Y/N stories where I could never insert myself in.  In the last post we left off in Capitan America: The Winter Soldier where Anya was brainwashed by Hydra, much like Bucky was but not as effective, to be used in the next fight against S.H.I.E.L.D. and also against Nat. By the end of the fight, the blonde refused to kill the Widow but she returned with Bucky back to the headquarters where Hydra proceeded to torture and experiment on her. IMG 1:  Translation: ”Oh, Anyushka... My Anyuska... What have they done to you?” For the next year and a half Anya was kept in Strucker’s fortress in Sokovia where she was tortured for information, experimented on and kept on the brink of death. During Avengers: Age of Ultron, Tony finds her in the dungeons and calls Nat to help her. She became a shell of human, so skinny that you could easily count the bones on her body, full of cuts and bruises, with in IV in her arm to keep her alive, deep bleeding wounds inflicted on her limbs, a fresh bruise around her neck from someone trying to choke her not long before and raw skin around her ankles from the chains. IMG 2: She was rushed back to the Avenger’s tower where Bruce examined her, treated her wounds and took DNA samples from all over her body. The girl was in shock. She refused to speak, her eyes were dull and she could barely hold her own weight. IMG 3: Judging by the the fact that Anya was a Widow much like Natasha, no one thought of running a pregnancy test even with the clear sings of assault all over her body. But what they didn’t know was that the blonde was in a different program in the Red Room, one for individuals to with greater genetic potential.  She wasn’t the first generation of the program and like many others she was kept as breeding stock for Dreykov to produce assassins with greater capabilities. She received the same training as the rest of the Widows, even got to train with Yelena once or twice but she was too young to remember the girl, and instead of the Graduation Ceremony she was artificially inseminated, forced to carry the pregnancy to term and give birth. She was sedated and never met any of her children. After a brief period of recovery when they injected her with a variant of the super soldier serum for faster healing the process was done over and over again. She managed to escape the Breeding Program after Natasha’s failed attempt to kill Dreykov in Budapest. Anya refused to give this information to anyone at S.H.I.E.L.D. including Natasha. Even after they got together, the girl didn’t want to share this, feeling that Nat’s trauma of having a forced hysterectomy was much greater than her own. She felt guilty in a way for escaping the Red Room with her reproductive organs intact. With this in mind, Anya took matters into her own hand and had a quick pregnancy test, fearing the worst after the abuse she suffered at Hydra. Her fears were confirmed when the test came back positive. IMG 4: When the team took a punch after fighting Ultron and the twins, they all retreated at Clint’s farm. Anya along with Nat were already really close with the Bartons and the first chance she got, the blonde asked Laura for advice.  Unlike in the Red Room, this time around the woman had autonomy over her own body and all she wanted was to terminate the pregnancy. She didn’t want to go through that again, to relive that trauma. But there was another thing that kept her from making this decision now... and that was Natasha.  Anya was already torn into making this decision but after seeing Nat interacting with Clint’s children, how thoughtful and caring she was, how much love she held for the tiny Bartons and suddenly the thought of terminating her pregnancy became nausea inducing. She needed advice and she needed it fast before she began to show, not knowing how long she was due... IMG 5 *BONUS IMAGE*: Laura held pity in her gaze when she heard the news. She didn’t question the biology behind it, the girl in front of her was in need of reassurance, not an interrogation. She tried to make the blonde understand that Natasha won’t blame her for her choice, that she’ll support her girlfriend no matter what it came to but Anya was torn by guilt. How could she have an abortion when the love of her life wanted nothing more than a family? How could she be so selfish to do that and rip the chance of being a mother from Nat? Of having her own child? Of obtaining what she thought was impossible for her... A family. Anya couldn’t do that to her...  But then came another thought. How can she tell the widow what she went through in the Red Room? How she escaped with an intact body? How easy she had it in comparison to Natasha? Her mind was racing, her heart was threatening to pound out of her chest and she couldn’t deal with it. And the icing on the cake came when a very disturbed Natasha entered the room, her eyes wide, her mouth agape. She was silent for the first few seconds but then she spoke with a trembling voice: “H-how could that be possible...? Anya?” At hering the familiar voice, the blonde spun around only to be met by green teary eyes who were looking desperately for answers. Answers she couldn’t provide, not at that moment. She was speechless, she was scared, her frail frame trembled at the possibility of losing the one she loved most. ___________________________________ That’s all for now. Hope you like it and that more light was shed on Anya’s story. I’m preying that this didn’t traumatize anyone XD It’s a pretty dark backstory.  As always, please leave a comment here or in the tags. It helps more than you realsie with my anxiety and self doubt. ^^ Thank you all for the support and see you next time!  Also thank you for your wonderful comments at the last post! It gave me the much needed fuel to continue this ^^ @mostlymarvelsstuff @dirtyvulture @kitesxromanova @neko-neko-motherfucker

[bittersweetresilience]

It's me the dicksize anon again. [olivia wilde nod] impeccable taste. Is he a grower or a shower or both. Ngl i wish blade had a knot, just to feed into my breeding kink even outside omegaverse :( Do you hc yingxing having lost his virginity to someone else other than jing yuan at the time? I know you write about yingyue sometimes, and now im starting to lowkey hc that too, before he becomes blade and decides its jing yuan or noone. Also, i saw an img on twt that i felt is right up your alley. It's of dan heng and jing yuan dressing up as The dh Egg, and mara struck jy, respectively. And the comments were just being like ok dan heng's was funny but Jing yuan's is just PAIN. Sojust thinking of jing yuan trying to have fun for halloween, thinking it'll be a good joke being facetious, but made to change within like 10 mins of seeing everyone cos yanqing starts crying and Blade is angry af

anon first of all thanks for coming back i always feel awkward when an ask goes nowhere second of all I REMEMBER SOMEONE SAYING THIS OLIVIA WILDE NOD TO ME BEFORE AND I REMEMBER I SEARCHED IT UP LAST TIME TOO HELLO DEAR SWEET ANON WHO COMMENTED ON THE MILLION PAGES OF DOMESTIC RENJING HEADCANONS

third of all HAHUAHAHAUHFUHADHHAHFDHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! blade would breed jing yuan in any universe with any biology do not worry. also grower. this is sexier to me

"Do you hc yingxing having lost his virginity to someone else other than jing yuan at the time?" NNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO okay well maybe. i do write xingyue sometimes but only as a plot point for renjing it makes me unhappy to imagine canon xingyue AFJSDKFJDJKSKJJGJDDS. i'll accept it if it's for the sake of sad jing yuan with unrequited feelings who still gets taken advantage of 💔

show me the art anon!!! BLADE WOULD BE SO ANGRY. reminds me of a scene in this fic that broke my heart 😭 renjing 😖😖😖😖😖

[itchyeye]

IMG ID: A large red glitter text graphic which reads "THE MAGNUS PROTOCOL SPOILERS"

ok episode thoughts

> the intro/set up of the statement was weak and rushed, as they all have been. i dislike the "reading an email" format because it makes the intros hard to follow, and i don't think presenting "case file" information this way serves to flesh out statement givers, even if its information about them. like, tma statement givers telling us about themsleves did so in a way that showed us their lives and circumstances. we heard their tone, we got their word choice and their emotions. reading a list of information at the beginning of an email or forum message just doesn't... convey the same thing.

> the actually spoopy part of the statament was fun!! "hungry architecture" is a lame ass pitch for someone who got sucked into a stranger/flesh/vast crossover episode but.... fine. the flesh eating non-people were great fun. felt very tma-esque in concept if not execution

> i absolutely cannot stomach this........... "plot". celia asking sam for help researching "time travel and parallel dimensions" after all this is like... you really must think very little of your audience!! you truly must think your audience members are very. very. very. stupid. just a bunch of empty eyed brainles automotons who need story beats fed to them as slowly as possible in big block letters.

> bringing in gertrude as gerry's grandma is CRAZY.... like this is alice's "we're a big happy family" line from ep1 slowed reverbed bass boosted etc. it's pathetic. anyway "gigi" is what gerry calls gertrude when he jerks off clutching her cardigan against his chest thinking about how she shoved him in front of the bleeding, animated mannequin that tried to eat her last week.

> since celia is doing a favor "for georgie's podcast" that 100% means melanie is gonna pop up in episode 9 at which point i will stop listening for real

[aclockmaker]

the seasons always change on ao3, steddie, 11k, rated E

aka the one where steve spends christmas with eddie and wayne.

The whole thing was Dustin’s fault. Steve was almost sure of it. Steve picked up the phone at Family Video and heard, “Hi, Harrington.” The fact that it was Eddie was only the first surprise. “Look, do you want to come over for Christmas?” Steve frowned. “Did Henderson put you up to this?” He was aware that he hadn’t actually said no. “Forget about Dustin.” Also not a no. “Just hang out with me and my uncle. What are you going to do if you say no?” “Uh, hang out at my own house?” Steve said indignantly. “Ehh,” Eddie said, a loud buzzer sound. “Wrong answer. You can’t hang out alone on Christmas. It’s too sad, even for you.”

(continued under the cut and the rest is on ao3!)

(last img src: x)

“What—why even for me? Look, man—” Steve tried.

Eddie sighed down the line. “It’s no big deal, okay? If you really don’t want to—”

“No, I—”

“—Then, whatever, but we want to have you over.”

“Okay, fine,” Steve said. He felt out of sorts about it, though. It seemed crazy, for Eddie, who was friendly with him but certainly not spend Christmas at each other’s house friendly, to invite him over. But then again, if the kids had something to do with it… They loved making Steve join them for holidays. He knew they thought it was sad, deep down, him being alone, and having him over helped them feel better about it. It was fine: Dustin’s mom was so nice and so were the Sinclairs. It was all whatever, fine. If Eddie wanted to get bossed around by a bunch of fourteen-year-olds that was his business. Steve would get through it fine. He was a good guest. “I mean—thanks. What can I bring?”

“Just your beautiful face,” Eddie said cheerily. He could always pull stuff like that off without it sounding bad. It was teasing, but a nice kind—like he thought Steve was beautiful and they could laugh about it together.

“Sure,” Steve said, “I usually throw that in for free.”

Eddie snorted. “Wow, along with what? Your personality or your—“

“Jesus, it’s Christmas, do you talk like this in front of your uncle? I guess I’ll find out,” Steve mused. A woman in front of the counter cleared her throat.

“You’ll find that I definitely do, so good luck with that,” Eddie was saying.

“Um, I gotta go. What time should I come over?”

“Anytime,” Eddie said.

“But for real,” Steve said, smiling and holding up a finger at the woman.

“OK, 10. Is that too early?”

“No, it’s fine,” Steve said, mostly because the woman was starting to sigh and he really didn’t want to get yelled at today. Ten was, in fact, a little early; Steve didn’t want to interrupt their family time more than he needed to. He’d expected to come over for a meal in the afternoon. But—it was fine.

[lintroller777]

(img: added Dumbledore to my rearview decor)

Week Recap/Weekend Planning

Saturday April 20, 2024. 11:55 am.

This past week (was tough but) actually went by well!!

This week I ⋆｡°✩⋆ ˚｡

attended classes

went to the gym (3x)

took bio exam (felt very good)

took calc exam (also felt very good.. last min cramming is worth it)

Forest 🌱‧₊˚ ⋅* ‧₊ (for the week) 11h 13min

Weekend list⋆｡°✩⋆ ˚｡

work

go to church

finish chem hw

finish chem pre and post lab

study for chem (exam on Monday sigh)

do laundry

work on bio lab slides (??)

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___ of the day (morning?)

Song ✩°｡⋆⸜ 🎧✮ I Can Do It With a Broken Heart- Taylor Swift

Moment *♡∞:｡.｡ catching up on this (with my coffee)

Food ☾ ⋆･ﾟ:⋆･ﾟ Toast w/ butter and strawberry jam

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I only have The Deathly Hallows left to read in the HP series but I don't want it to be overrrrrrrr ://// I am planning on doing a movie marathon tho when I finish so that's something I'm looking forward to. ALMOST DONE WITH SCHOOL.. let's all grind these last weeks out :)!!!!

[heranubis]

LAST HOUSE IN THE BAYOU: Infernal Alex Keller mini-series ◇ chapter II. PURPLE LOOSESTRIFE ◇ img cred ◇

For the first in a very, very long time - you dream about the house again. You're small again and everything is hazy - your footsteps echo louder than they should when you walk down the hallway that seems to go on forever. You get the feeling you're being watched, but the eyes in the pictures along the walls only stare ahead. You swear one of them blinks - if only for a moment - but then all is still.

And then you hear the hooves. Soft thuds that're loud in their own right as they follow behind you - slow, thunderous, hunting. You are small and scared and whatever is behind you wants to hurt you; or so your mind screams. But louder than the voices screaming in your head is one you haven't heard since you were a child. The old woman. Her voice now is more... firm, angry.

"You shouldn't be here" she says, and you feel clawed hands resting on your shoulder. You are small ans scared and whatever is behind you is holding you. And you feel a long, thin tail as it wraps around your ankle. Demon is the only thing your mind can think - and you do what little you would have done. You cry.

There is nothing soft about these tears, they are loud and ugly and full of emotion. The clawed hand on your shoulder lets go, but leaves behind a warm sting. The old woman stands before you now, and her face is still blurry but you get the distinct impression she's smiling at you. "Welcome home, lil' one" she whispers fondly. And for a moment, just a single breath, the sting goes away.

- ◇ -

You sit up in bed, sweating and gasping and looking around with wild eyes. You know very well what that was. It was a warning. In the years of your family's abscence, something... dark has made it's den between these old wooden walls. Long since have you believed in spirits, especially those who still seem to haunt from childhood, but not once have you ever felt something so... malicious.

And for a moment, just a quick blink-of-the-eye, there's a figure standing in the doorway. The first thing you notice is how tall he is, and the second are his hooves. The tail that whips behind the figure almost angrily, how it curls and lashes and there's a sharp spade at the end. You can't see his eyes but you feel the anger he looks at you with. "You shouldn't be here" he says - your chest hurts, a deep burn that fades into a sting. It hurts, it hurts, it hurts.

The figure is gone - the doorway is empty and you can breathe again. You're somewhere between tears and terror, because you're nowhere near the old house. How far can this thing follow, how long will it torment to get its way. Just as everything seems to close in, you feel a familiar comfort settle over your shoulders. And a thought comes to you - the old bottle tree, how it seemed to laugh in joy when you first came back to the house.

An idea comes to you - one that soothes you enough to sleep again.

- ◇ -

The next morning, you have a bottle and twine clutched tightly in hand as you walk up the old pathway. It's a whiskey bottle - the only one that called out to you, the one that now feels right in your palm as you look up at the old, large tree. The limbs seem to bend down for you to reach, the breeze kissing your cheeks as you quickly tie half of the twine around the neck of the bottle and the other around the branch.

"I don't know your name" you say, almost hesitant. The bayou is silent as if every creature is lurking and waiting, outside observers to this unknown fate of yours. "I don't know who you are, but I put a bottle on the tree. For you." There's a brief sound, like something trampling down the stairs inside - something running to the door.

But you see nothing, the door doesn't open nor are there any shadows. There is only silence, and a foreboding feeling. You square your shoulders and put on a brave face, fists lightly cleanched as you walk up the stairs. "This is my home, my family's home - and I won't let you chase me out. I don't know what you are, or what you want. But if you want to hurt me, you can get the hell out."

And you'd swear to anyone who'll listen - that something curled around your leg and a voice hisses in your ear. "No" it says. "You shouldn't be here. And now you're mine."

- ◇ -

You continue working on the house as planned - dusting old furniture and deep cleaning the windows to let in more sunlight. You ignore the feeling of being watched, blindly shake your leg when you feel his tail try to curl around it. That's the most he touches, but he watches constantly.

There's been no need of a name for him, nor does he offer one up - perhaps it's better that way. There's power in a name, control over the soul - or what remains of one. So you call him demon, and he calls you 'mine'. His favorite way to bother you is clicking his hooves against the ground, though one sounds distinctly more metallic than the other. You never look at him long enough to figure out why.

He follows you to the motel, some nights. Stands at the end of your bed while you sleep, simply watches you. And other nights, he stands in the old wooden doorway and growls at you to not come back. You never listen - this was your home first, and you'll not be chased from it. His presence draws forward others who have long since tried to rest - and now many ghosts walk the hallways of the house in the bayou.

The demon is like an invasive weed, crawling into roots and trying to strangle out the others. But what he doesn't know is that you're a gardener - and you care deeply for the flowers that bloom in the cracks of the old wood.

[zaftikat]

Puppy pinball update: These bitches played pinball in a pencil skirt and wedges.

(Ref [Img 1] for ID) We went to Belles and Chimes Toronto last night and had an absolute blast! It was so cool to get the chance to have fun playing pinball with other women. The group was so lovely and so friendly, and we felt genuinely rejuvenated by it. It was magic.

Now for the pinball part:

We placed T-7 out of 10, with 18 total points in a 4-2-1-0 scoring system across 9 games. Mathematically, that means we averaged 2nd place in our games, which is rad! Really, what happened was we won 3 games, which was a HUGE thrill. 2 fourths, 2 seconds, and 2 thirds rounded out a very delightful night! We managed to get pics of all of our wins: Attack from Mars (Bally/Williams 1993) 1,323,387,530

(ref [Img 2] for ID) John Wick Pro (Stern 2024) 3,817,760

(ref [Img 3] for ID) Jurassic Park Pro (Stern 2019) 25,495,560

(Ref [Img 4] for ID) I can't wait for next month's tournament!

Image ID Zone

[Img 1] The cardigan system pictured from a high angle selfie shot. Her eyes are a greyish colour in the pink and red tinged light, and she's wearing a white floral pattern blouse with taupe flowers on it, and a bright red pencil skirt. Her eyes have lightly winged liner, and mascara adorning them. Her ears have trans pride Lego earrings in them. Visible on her arm is an Aurebesh tattoo that says "make brave and heroic decisions. [Img 2] A photo of the results screen from Attack From Mars. It is a dot matrix display in green. P1 has scored 617,582,660. P2 has scored 1,323,387,530. P3 has scored 1,167,241,860.

[Img 3] A photo of the results screen for John Wick (Pro). It is an LCD showing the scores of 4 players and one of the coins from the film franchise as the background. P1 has scored 1,978,360. P2 has scored 2,013,670. P3 has scored 2,295,390. P4 has scored 3,817,760

[Img 4] A photo of the results screen for Jurassic Park (Pro). It is an LCD showing the scores for three players and an empty dinosaur paddock stylized from the film franchise as the background. P1 has scored 25,002,180. P2 has scored 25,495,560. P3 has scored 12,069,900 (nice).