#i have this split second of wait really what the fuck why oh no i've deceived you. before i'm like “oh yeah thanks :)”

[glitterdustcyclops]

you know as an officially diagnosed depressed bastard i find it endlessly funny that one of the things people always notice about me is my positivity

it's literally one of my Clifton Strengths (corporate horoscope lmao) and for a long time i thought i was like, actively perpetrating a scam on people because everyone thinks i'm so positive but i am in my brain and i know that it is often actual carnage in there (you know that ep of bojack horseman where it's narrated by his internal monologue calling him a stupid piece of shit nonstop? yeah.)

but one day a while ago i actually realized, i think the reason why positivity is a strength for me is because of the depression. believe it or not but being able to see good things in the world does not come naturally to me! but it is a thing that i find valuable and important, so i work at it. constantly. i make it a deliberate practice to seek out the good things around me, because i know if i don't it will get real bad real fast.

and i think that's what people see in me, not some innate goodness of my character, but the conscious effort i put in to not let my brain gremlins win and drag me down into the pit. it's like that thing of talent not being genetic but a pursued interest. and you know, idk about you but that's like, legitimately inspiring to me.

idk. thought for today.

[laughingfcx]

(please/don't) call me baby

soundtrack <3

pairing: tetsurou kuroo x f. reader

content: fluff, crack humor, kuroo acts like a loser virgin LOL, way too many pet names, it girl energy reader !!!

warnings: swearing, like one sexual joke, ooc

word count: 1k

for the lovely @chososcamgirl <33 i've had sm fun in your w this idea !!!

you call everyone pet names. it's kind of your thing now, really. everyone, from yaku (darling!), to kenma (sweetheart!) to lev (angel!). that is, everyone except kuroo. to you, kuroo is kuroo. occasionally tetsurou, if he's lucky, but mostly he is just kuroo.

he doesn't mind it, he swears. he doesn't even care! or he wouldn't, but he also unfortunately happens to be head-over-heels in love with you. how embarrassing. and he's totally not jealous of the other guys.

which leads him to his current situation. his head tips back over the back of his chair as he runs one hand through his hair. "y/n, do you hate me?"

"no, why?" your answer is sharp and fast from the desk next to his.

oh, shit. now it's awkward.

"because, like... you don't call me any of your stupid cute names or anything," he explains sheepishly.

you sit up straight, lips curving up into a beautiful, evil smile. "you wanna be called pet names, kuroo?"

he flushes, shakes his head. "naaah, just asking."

you don't seem to believe him, head tilted to one side as you regard him curiously. and then you're getting up and making your way towards him, bending down to get on his level, and he thinks he might spontaneously combust in his pants. your fingers dance across the broad expanse of his chest, and your eyes are like a predator's, stalking its prey. his breath hitches as he waits for you to speak; when you finally do, he thinks he might have be going insane.

"whatever you say, baby," you purr, and holy fuck, kuroo is so ready to get down on his knees for you or bark like a dog or do whatever the fuck you want right now. he is pathetically down bad for you — it's embarrassing, and like you can read his mind, you just have to go and make it worse.

you twirl his tie around your fingers, careful and calculated, and for a split second, he imagines being pulled up by it, letting you kiss him in this empty classroom, just like that. and oh, apparently you're satisfied with how much you've messed him up right now, because suddenly you're back at your desk, and he's watching you fix your skirt with a beet red face and even redder ears.

today, for whatever reason, you're taking longer than usual to pack up when class ends, so he takes the opportunity to extricate himself from this terrible, terrible situation that he's created for himself. but when he's finally halfway out the door, someone calls his name.

"kuroo," you call after him, sickeningly sweet voice pulling him back to you. "baby, don't say you're leaving without me!"

his knees give way.

"you haven't forgotten my offer, though, right?" what a perfect gentleman, walking you home like this. he's even limiting his strides so you can keep up with ease.

"what offer, baby?" you hum distractedly, eyes glued to your phone. manicured fingers fly across it as you text someone, and you only look up when he chokes unceremoniously.

"you okay—"

"yes! i'm fine!" he yelps before you can say another word — or rather, one very specific word — and looks away to hide his reddening face. "as i was saying—"

"yes, b—"

"stop talking! i mean, let me speak!"

you frown, surprised at the way he won't let you get in a word edgewise. "okay, weirdo. go on?"

"the manager position is still open," he huffs. he's still embarrassingly red; his heart has not yet calmed down. “if you want.”

"mm, i don't know, baby, i'll have to think about it."

he will die. or he will run into oncoming traffic and die. this is so unfair, it's torture—

"thanks for walking me back, baby, i'll see ya."

he trips and falls on his face. "fuck— i mean, see you later!"

"you seem awfully happy today," kenma observes. "did something happen?"

"what? no, why?" he splutters. splotches of red begin to appear on his face, and kenma smirks.

"sure."

"say, kenma."

"what?" he sounds annoyed even though he's the one who started this conversation.

"how do you deal with y/n's nicknames?"

"what d'you mean? they're okay."

silence. kuroo rolls this new piece of information over in his mind. "so... you don't feel like exploding or dying every time she calls you, like, baby or something?"

kenma looks confused. "no? i think that's called a crush, kuro. also you know she said she thinks that's too romantic for her friends, so no, 'cause she doesn't even call any of us that— are you okay?"

"kenma."

"what?"

"shut up."

kuroo is pretty. it's not an unknown fact, and you, having known him for several years at this point, are no stranger to it either. with sly honey-brown eyes and bedhead that he manages to make look good in a way that you just cannot fathom, he is — in short — just your type. this is also where you shamefully admit that yes, even his derisive remarks and general air of disdain when it comes to his opponents is very attractive indeed. not to mention his biceps— actually, let's not go there.

but biceps or not, he has been driving you insane as of late. and now, it's apparent that you're finally getting to return the favour. you're not stupid; you've been noticing his reactions to the nickname from the start. and it's almost satisfying to be able to toy with him the way he's — unintentionally — been doing with you. maybe he'll even catch the hints you've been dropping if he's lucky.

meanwhile, it's taken kuroo exactly one hour and twenty-three minutes to desensitize himself to (the thought) of your voice. anyways, it's not like he'll see you any time soon, so it's okay. first there's volleyball practice, then he'll go straight to bed.

kuroo hates himself — it's like everything he does comes back to bite him in the ass. or rather, in the lungs this time, question mark. because as he struggles to breathe properly, you're waving at him from across the gymnasium in a very oversized NEKOMA jacket.

"i thought about it it!" you yell. "i'll be temporarily managing the team!"

maybe he should quit.

author's note :: whenever i'm describing kuroo i swear i start typing w one hand😭😭 reader's pov was NAWT necessary to the story i just wanted to salivate over him ok.

also this is going to be a series so like :) that's why there's nothing major here really

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

On Your Six

Warnings: dark elements, stalking, violence.

Another sidequest complete (...or maybe you want more of this one? Let me know your thoughts!)

You have a second shadow. You're not alone. While your pursuer has given themself away, you're in no rush to do the same.

You keep going, slinking from pillar to pillar, balancing your target with whoever seems to have made you one. You keep your back to the wall as you grip your pistol, one ear listening ahead of you, the other behind you. You dip back into a pool of darkness and shuffle your foot to make it sound like you're running, let the noise peter off as you wait

A figure smoothly turns the corner and you stand unseen in the alcove. Shit, you know that goddamn strut. Even when he's trying to be covert, he's a dead giveaway.

What the hell is Hansen doing here? This isn't his kind of job. Unless you're his assignment.

You watch him creep past. He slows as he listens to the silence, stopping completely. You raise the barrel of your gun towards him as you tiptoe out from behind the pillar. He hisses into a cackle, raising his hands.

“Take it easy, toots,” he faces you slowly, “we're not enemies here.”

“Aren't we?” You approach with your hand steadied against your forearm.

“I'm just watching your six. Like a nice guy does.”

“Hansen,” you walk to him until you have the barrel to his back, “what the hell are you doing here? I'm not splitting the fee and I have no problem wasting a bullet in your ass.”

“Oh, I love it when you talk dirty,” he gives a dramatic shiver, unfazed by the gun between his shoulder blades.

“This isn't an open bounty,” you snarl.

“Toots, if you're not gonna use that thing, put it away,” he turns to face you slowly, “at least, that's what I've always been told.”

You shake your head and scoff, lowering the gun halfway. You sneer at him in the darkness and huff, “why are you getting in my way? Again.”

“Again? What– are you talking about San Paolo? I'm flattered you remember–”

“I nearly lost an eye.”

“Really? You're looking good, toots–”

You close your eyes and exhale through your nose, “I don't have time for this.”

You sidestep him and continue down the pillared walkway. You keep along the wall and stop as you sense him following once more. You pull back and holster your gun, just as swiftly slipping free your knife. You spin to bring it just along Hansen’s throat.

“I'll tell you one last time,” you hiss.

“I'm helping–”

“I told you, you're not getting a cent.”

“Trust me, honey, the view is worth it–”

“You are–”

“Deranged. Devoted. A total bottom.”

You bite down another snipe as the stone pillar beside you cracks and powder puffs in the air. Fuck. You dip into the shadows as Hansen shoulders past and raises his gun. Two shots before he crams into the alcove next to you

“Really?” You sneer.

“Tight fit, babe, but always figured it would be,” he chortles as he squints into the darkness. “Think I got th–”

Another shot silences him. You wonder if he's hit but don't really care. You duck down and switch out your blade for your fun. You creep along, listening to the approach of those that pest has drawn in.

You weave in and out of shadows, zeroed in on the echoing footsteps. The first silhouette falls before your silenced shot, the second doesn't notice his comrades collapse until it's too late and he joins him on the stone. The third you don't spend the bullet and use the but of your gun against the back of his skull.

You hear a scuff and raise your gun. Hansen waves and pants as he appears once more.

“Got one,” he puffs proudly, “damn, look at that.” He marvels at the bodies heaped around your feet, “you work fast, baby.. I'm more the type to take it slow.”

“Ugh,” you scowl and turn away.

As you do, you hear Hansen barrel towards you. It's too late for you to get your aim. You dodge as best you can as the rifle levels across from you only to be bowled over from behind.

You hit the ground as a shot fires and Hansen grunts. He fires back and the man lands on the rifle with a rattling gasp.

Hansen hisses and drops to one knee, grasping his side as he wheezes. You sit up, check your gun, and stand. He should've stayed away.

You flinch as suddenly a loud thrum cuts the night air. Fuck. You look above as the helicopter rotor whirls loudly. You harumph and kick a body near your feet.

“Fuck.”

“Don't worry, baby, I can take you on a nice vacation, you don't need the bounty,” he sucks in air and stands, “I got you.”

You look at him and scoff. You sneer and bring your gun up, aiming at his ass as you fire. He yelps and falls back down, grasping his rear. You shake your head and mutter.

“Fucker.”

You spin and walk back the way you came. Dimwit better get the hint. Next time you'll aim higher.

“See ya soon, toots,” he calls after you in a strained grit, “probably in my dreams.”

[tyrantisterror]

At Sea Without a Map pt. 13

(hey, look at that, an almost perfect 3 way split! Thanks to @fragmentaryremains and @zndr315-blog for submitting several questions/discussion prompts as well! I'll say that earns 4 questions a piece)

You decide upon three discussion topics, and decide to begin with the one that seems least personal, in order to work up the courage to discuss the other two. "What were those birds?" you ask. (Monster questions remaining: 3 of 4)

"Um, birds, I guess?" Calibani says with a shrug. "I've never seen anything like them before, to be honest." (She doesn't have an answer, so you get a mulligan! Monster questions remaining: 4 of 4)

"Well, are there any land creatures you do know of?" (Monster questions remaining: 3 of 4)

Calibani stops and thinks for a moment. "Um... I don't know. I don't go on land very often. I'm too vulnerable out of the water - I have to drag around this huge tail, and all of my blubber feels a lot heavier, so I end up moving so slowly. It's terrifying, really. Most of the creatures I've met were swimming in the sea, like me. But I have seen a few go onto land - turtles, crocodiles, and humans like you, for example. I don't know if that makes them land creatures, though."

It's not the most helpful answer, but it does illuminate some things. You hadn't considered that Calibani's, uh, voluptuousness would serve a purpose beyond luring people to their deaths, but sea animals do often need blubber for insulation and buoyancy. You briefly wonder why you knew that marine biology fact, which in turn inspires your next question. "Well, what sea creatures have you encountered, then?" (Monster questions remaining: 2 of 4)

"Oh, lots!" Calibani says with a smile. "There's all sorts of creatures out here in the Sea of Monsters, you know! Lots of fish, obviously, but I imagine you care more about the big-enough-to-eat-you things."

She takes another moment to think. "Hmm... tell you what, I've been kind of building a category system for them in my mind. Most of my fellow monsters can be sorted in two ways: first, by what kind of thing they are, and second, by how they hunt."

"There are four main kinds. The first are serpents - scaly, sinuous things like snakes, crocodiles, eels, and dragons. Second come fish, with their round bodies and flippers, i.e. sharks, whales, dolphins, seals and the like. Then there's tangle-limbs, critters with lots of arms like krakens, luscas, and squids. Finally there are armorskins, who are covered in skin as tough as rocks - crabs, lobsters, turtles, et cetera."

"But it's more pressing to think of how they hunt," Calibani says with the conviction of a creature that is neither the top nor bottom of her food chain. "You have trappers, who hide or disguise themselves and passively wait for food to come to them. Then you have lurers, like me, who actively attract prey by tempting them to be reckless. Hunters take it farther, pursuing their prey without subterfuge and taking it by brute force.

"Most monsters are those three types, but there are some that are even more dangerous - the big guys. There are island beasts, who spend most of their time sleeping and are so big that people mistake them for islands, only to realize too late that they're on a giant monster. And there are ship eaters, who look for large prey exclusively. Whenever you humans have a really big boat, a ship eater inevitably comes to tear it apart, which often gives creatures like me some free meals.

"But the most dangerous of all are the True Leviathans. They're unfathomably vast and live deep in the depths of the sea, but when they come up? EVERYONE has to run. They're stronger and nastier than any other sea monster, and when they go on the prowl, no one's safe."

She smiles at you, completely oblivious to how fucking terrifying that whole spiel was. "See, I'm a serpent lurer," she says. "It's not the most thorough system of classification, but it works pretty well, don't you think?"

You gulp, still processing the nightmares her description has conjured in your mind. "Are there any nice creatures?" you ask. "Social ones, like me, who just hang out together and talk and stuff?" (Monster questions remaining: 1 of 4)

"Well, we're all social to some degree," Calibani says. "I've had some great conversations with my fellow monsters when we were both well-fed. Most creatures are only antisocial when they're hungry, you know." Her eyes flit to the ocean as she tries to find a better answer to your question. "A lot of us go it solo, though, rather than staying in groups like you humans. Well, except..." She wrinkles her nose in disgust. "Except mermaids."

"Mermaids?"

"Yeah, fucking mermaids," Calibani sneers. "Stuck-up, haughty, vain, self-obsessed mermaids!" She grits her sharp, hooked fangs in anger. "Think they're better than everyone else because they're 'classically beautiful!' Fucking mermaids, Sailor, don't even get me started!"

You take her advice. "What about others of your kind? You're not the only one, surely?" (Monster questions remaining: 0 of 4)

Calibani's smile falters. "I don't know," she admits. "There might be others. There - there must be, right? Just because I've never seen or met any doesn't mean there aren't others like me out there. I can't - it'd be very sad if I was the only... oh..." She trails off, her eyes wide as she thinks about her own loneliness for a moment. "I don't like thinking about this question very much."

For her sake, you decide to change the topic. "So, you don't know who Shakespeare is-"

"Shakespeare's a person?"

"-but you do know who Jesus is," you ask, ignoring Calibani's interjection. "How's that work?" (Knowledge questions remaining: 3 of 4)

"Oh, that's easy," she says with a smile. "I learned about him from the pogos."

"...the pogos?" For a moment you think she's talking about the 50's novelty toy.

"Yeah, the pogos! They're a type of lake dragon. One pogo told me about a great land beast called the Jesus Christ. He's a terrible and powerful beast whose head is crowned with thorns, that roars like a lion and a lamb, whose tongue is a sword that he uses to slice the heads off his prey, and whose hands are constantly bleeding from the wounds inflicted upon him by his foes, the Romans. He buries his enemies in a pit of fire, which is grave disrespect given how fire is the opposite of water.

"Yet even though he is a land beast, he blesses his chosen with a sacrament of water, and if they prove their worth, he lets them suckle upon his divine blood, which turns to wine in their mouths. He is a vicious and violent monster, but he is also compassionate, and can make an endless amount of fish to feed the hungry. The pogos tell me that you can invoke his name in times of strife, be it out of fear or frustration, and he will work some of his inexhaustible power to help you navigate the situation as well as is possible. I don't know if I believe in such a creature, but there's no harm in borrowing someone else's lucky charms, right?"

You blink for a moment, considering the incredibly twisted version of Christianity this sea monster just relayed to you. "Well, it's less fucked up than what the Fundies believe," you mutter to yourself before going to the next question. "What about cheese and rice? You mentioned those too. How do you know about human foods when you've never eaten them before?" (Knowledge questions remaining: 2 of 4)

Calibani's smile becomes a bit nervous as she averts her eyes from yours. "Well, I listen in on human ships a lot," she says quietly. "Whenever I find one, anyway. Sometimes I have to wait a while before I can find a human waiting alone on a ship, so I end up overhearing a lot of conversations. I don't know what cheese and rice are beyond being some sort of food." She looks at the cooking stork thigh and licks her lips with her forked tongue. "Bet they taste good, though, especially when cooked."

"You'd win that bet." You smile, then feel your stomach grumble at the thought of some non-seafood. Living off of fish alone has been hard, and while the stork meat is a nice change of pace, you'd kill for some carbs to eat. "So is that how you learned how to speak? By listening to sailors?" (Knowledge questions remaining: 1 of 4)

"Oh no, not at all!" Calibani laughs. "I've always been able to speak!"

You shake your head. "No, someone must have taught you, right? Language is learned, after all."

"Hmm, no, I don't think so," Calibani replies. "I certainly don't remember anyone teaching me to speak. Why, do you remember someone doing that for you?"

That question hits you hard, because, well, you don't. You know that humans have to be taught language, from their parents and, like, school and stuff, but as you try to remember your own experiences with it you realize you have no recollection of who taught you to speak and how. It makes you wonder if you and Calibani have more in common than you thought. "Do you remember your childhood, Calibani?" (Knowledge questions remaining: 0 of 4)

"Of course! I hatched out of a little egg, and started swimming around looking for something to eat. Of course, I was a lot smaller then, and a lot of things thought I looked like something to eat, so I had to learn to be quick on my fins pretty fast. I kept my wits about me, ate what I could when I could, and got big and strong enough to stake out a territory of my own away from the bigger fish, and all in all it's been pretty nice!" She looks at her tail, much smaller than it used to be, and sighs. "It's going to be a while before I'm back to that size, though. Guess I've got my work cut out for me!"

Despite everything, you find yourself feeling a bit guilty about that. You shouldn't, of course - you were just trying to survive yourself, and it's not like you meant to run her over with your boat or drop her down the stairs, and none of that would have happened if she had left you alone in the first place. But if you have a right to survive, doesn't she?

Lost in thought, it takes a moment for you to notice you've allowed an awkward silence to fall on the conversation. Calibani is looking at her tail with a forlorn expression, clearly lost in her own anxieties too. A part of you insists that you try to lift her spirits, and, perhaps unfortunately, it does so by suggesting you flirt with her.

"So... were you singing when I found you?" you ask, remembering the melody you faintly heard when you saw her distant silhouette in the stormy sea the night before. "Because if so, you have a beautiful voice." (Flirts remaining: 3 of 4)

That makes her perk up immediately. "Oh, thank you! I flatter myself to think so, too. I love singing, it's my favorite hobby! And it's so good at luring... um... that is... humans like it a lot, too." She blushes blue in embarrassment at the faux pas of mentioning the people-eating thing that's clearly a point of contention with you.

Another awkward silence, and another angle for flirting comes to your mind. "It was really impressive how you killed that stork. You're really strong!" (Flirts remaining: 2 of 4)

"Oh, pshaw!" Calibani scoffs. "You could have done the same, surely!"

"No, really, I couldn't," you say.

Calibani peers at you intensely with a concerned expression on her face. "I would have said the same before today," she replies. "You never know until you try. You're the one who taught me how to use that harpoon, you know, I bet you're even better with it than I am. And if you're not, well, maybe you're just out of practice?" She gives you a small smile. "I bet you're stronger than you think."

You blush beneath the high collar of your raincoat. "I'm glad you like that sweater I gave you. I was worried the wool might be scratchy." (Flirts remaining: 1 of 4)

A wide smile spreads across Calibani's face as she rubs the sleeve on her cheek again. "Are you kidding? This thing is so soft and fuzzy, I love it! I've never felt anything like it on my scales and skin before, it's so nice!" She rubs her hand over the fleece and gives the sweater a warm look. "I've never really needed to wear clothing before, but now that I've tried it, I have to say I love it. It does get kind of heavy when it's wet, though."

"Yeah, we'll need to wash and dry it," you say. "I can find you something else to wear while we do that, though. I think there were a few other sweaters below deck."

"I'd love that!" Calibani says. "But I think this one might be my favorite. It's my first, after all."

Something in your heart warms at that. You made a pretty girl happy! Yeah, she's also a man-eating monster, but still, props for that! "I'm glad I met you, Calibani," you say earnestly. "It's been pretty lonely out here on the sea, and I know we had a rocky start, but it's nice to have made a friend." (Flirts remaining: 0 of 4)

Her serpentine eyes go wide as a deep blue blush fills her cheeks. "Friends?" she squeaks out while sinking into her vast mane of hair a bit, all while her smile slowly grows. "I'm glad we're friends, too." Her smile becomes absolutely euphoric even as she withdraws further, and eventually she shakes her head and blurts out, "We're talking about me too much! What about you, Sailor? Tell me about you!"

That's hard question to answer when you have amnesia, so you consult your compass.

[the-chessboard-is-personal]

season 2 time wahoo another damn liveblog am I right??

(liveblogging ii season 2, for if it's not obvious. same style as last ii liveblog)

1 - woahh! okay I love the style tbh. wait. Super Mario 3D World/Initial release date: November 21, 2013. this episode: Apr 2, 2013. INANIMATE INSANITY PREDICTED THE DOUBLE CHERRY???? ...huh. weird. why does MePhone have an app for that? y'know, RESURRECTION?

2 - MePad ? can teleport? ?? yeah that egg is gonna be relevant again isn't it

3 - BOW INATOR?? holy shit holy shit ohhg waow,,there is something in this episode that I want so much. lmao. "umm huh, lmhuehyahahuh.." (<- me attempting to spell what test tube said at the end of the ep)

4 - I didn't think the elimination song sucked.. hey wait why does it sound like they get killed or something when they go through the portal. also where does the portal lead

5 - SEVEN?? MeOS SEVEN??? oh huh. is that why someone who dies in space can't come back? OH THE NO SERVICE COMMENT WAS FORESHADOWING!!? wait why is that how it works. why does MePhone specifically get notifications about people dying. wh- okay?? that was ominous ?MePhone what does that rnean. ..chESS MENTIONED

6 - aaand there's another one. ANOTHER TWO??? .oh :| ...what the entire fuck. and yep this episode makes me uncomfortable. who would've FUCKING GUESSED

7 - oh so THAT'S where the portal lead. ..as down as the WHAT- ouhjghhu nooo... not a song

8 - ah yes, MePhone got The Common Code- oh. also idc what the objects say, ftrEwy7u9iop8oaTE7gI is a wonderful name for a challenge. or a password. each new MePhone gets less understandable because of the "techy" voice effec- oh he's dead. [sees Steve Cobs's reaction to the egg] ohh okay. one moment [walks away from the computer]please don't be like dsmp please don't be like dsmp please don't be like dsmp please don't be like dsmp plehokay. oh I don't like him

9 - ...I'm not crying you're crying.,, uohg this is the second time a show like this has had something that felt like it was directed at me. and the other time was Gothi talking to Xanu in Fool's Gold,.,. which was also about moving on.. is.. is that wh- oh hey a gravity falls reference. haha lol :) ...oh this is the depression eppisode. BITCH -> 🌮 <- BITCH

10 - aha! I've figured it out! the secret is MPABZCEAS!! holy fucking shit my joke was immediately kind of relevant. wha..suitcase?? y'know that voice kinda sounded like MePhone

11 - wHUH SMG4 SOUND?! oh wait that sound probably isn't from SMG4, that's just the first time I heard it. still though, neat. ...wild theory. I'm gonna sound like Fan here, but. "Is anything on this show real?" seems.hmm idk. sus. I call foreshadowing. hokay something's definitely going on with Suitcase. oH FOR FUCK'S SAKE yep don't like this episode either

12 - oh fuck they're in episode 1. oh fuck they're in HWUH ?? ..ohh MePhone hates Cobs too. hey if anyone's read this far, I want to know who's your favorite character from the alternate timeline, because why not! mine is Traffic Light

13 - woahhh MePhone backstory! oh. oh I do Not trust that "screen protector". HEY HEY WHAT WAS THAT WHISPER [turns on captions] oh. oh REALLY. HMM. ...wh. what. what what what what what ROBOT ADAM?? MEPHONE 3???? WHAT WHAT WHAT AAAAAAAA UH OH! UH OH OH NO UH OH!! ohkay this is the panic time, the time in every show tumblr freaks out about where things go CRAZY. OKAY OKAY I'M READY AAAAAA

14 - so the person who told me I should watch ii said I need to watch all of season 3 after this episode. I have no idea why! oh fuck! but anyway. that rneans I'll be splitting this section into actual paragraphs since this is the last episode of this liveblog. (<- said that before starting the episode). anyway.

okay. okay Fan just got abducted. ..hhhow did he know that. how did he know that MePad let Marshmallow leave. .hey hey what's with the shot of that panel with the hole in it. maybe I'm just tired but that doesn't seem..right. and not in the bad writing way.

uhm. hey 17:36 isn't supposed to be hitting me too whY IS IT HITTING ME TOO WAUGH.

"is that what you said to Pickle" OHH DAMN MY HEART DROPPED LIKE THE SCENE HOLY SHIT. wait IS FAN DEAD FOREVER??

wait didn't test Tube get eliminated? why did Microphone go through the portal??

looking at the comments for. tbh I forgot what reason when i saw this one

uh knew what KNEW WHAT OH FU-

anyway. so Fan glitching is. gonna be foreshadowing? oh boy let me guess... uhh.. wait why would Fan glitch. other things that glitch are..the tree MePhone made for Cobs? MePhone himself when Tissue Box sneezed on him?? that MePhone 3?? but none of that has anything to do with Fan..

unless.. AHA!

FAN IS A PROJECTION MADE BY ONE OF THE NEWER MEPHONES

COBS IS GOING TO KNOW WHERE THEY ARE AS LONG AS FAN IS THERE!!

although with Fan eliminated, th- oh there's an after credits scene?

UH. UM. WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT

AND THE OMINOUS OUTRO THEME. UH OH

okokokokokokayokayokayokay. that's obviously some kind of MePhone. the Meeple logo is there and it's phone shaped, so. that's pretty obvious. but not one that's been seen before, right? like not even a model that's been seen before, because none of them have the grabby hands.

because of the red X imagery I'm gonna guess this one is called MePhone X. and if not, well I'm gonna refer to it as that until I find out otherwise

with how scary that moment was clearly intended to be, we can all agree that Toilet just got permakilled, right? like. despite not being in space? that was definitely. not anything good that happened to Toilet there. I'm just gonna assume Toilet's dead, yep that just happened. aaand now there's a seemingly murderous (although maybe it had a grudge against Toilet for some reason, but I find that unlikely) MePhone roaming around. n e a t .

thiiiiinking that thing is the exception to the "each MePhone we see is dumber than the last" rule that seems to be present. hm. wonder who the Big Villain is going to be

welp it's too late to binge s3 rn so uh. yeap. okay. sure. that's a thing

[swlyf-24]

The Lost Will Never Be Found

Lando swung his hotel door open with a click as the door creaked. Gosh, they really need to fix it soon... The moment Lando lifted his gaze, he felt his head lighten and his shoulders droop from its tension. In all its glory, the one piece of furniture that he had been longing to see, the wonderful, comforting, soft, welcoming couch. He felt he could cry a river as he crashed onto the couch, discarding his shoes.

It was a long day for Lando. And as they say, 'It was all too much for Little Lando Norris.'

"I can't wait to sleep the whole day..." Lando mumbled out, resting his head on his fist.  Despite the comfort that he felt for that split second, he was disgusted in the next. There was a wet feeling on his knuckles and he knows it didn't come from him. Why would it? All he knew, it could be poison or an out-of-this-world concoction.

Or, or, it could be...

Nothing?

"The fuck...?" Lando murmered.  As soon as the feeling appeared the magical liquid seemed to disappear. Must've been his imagination, it has been a long day after all. He felt the exhaustion pulling at his eyelids and entire body. No. He can't sleep yet. That feeling of forgetting something important tugs at his heart, unable for him to move on without finding what it is.

Lando dug through his bag to find his phone. The artificial light shines onto his metallic bracelet and onto the wall, reflecting a light of an odd shape. He unlocked it with great ease as he shimmied out of his socks and into the awaiting blanket. While waiting for his phone to load properly, Lando switched the television on.

'Iced' ? Sounds exciting. It does, however, remind Lando of 'Frozen'... Oh well. Beggars can't be choosers. At that moment in the face of exhaustion and curiosity, he felt like a beggar begging for mercy on his television.

Carlos

Good luck for today, you muppet. McLaren has been working some magic these days.

He's not wrong. Recently, McLaren has been racing on the track like a machine, faster than ever. Lando and Oscar have been soaring on the score boards, winning races after races. Maybe the voodoo dolls from Charles really did help to scare the bad luck away.

Lando's eyes feel sore, as if he had cried the whole ocean. Odd. He shuffled under the blanket; feeling like he was in a preheated oven. He switched his focus from Carlos' texts to the show that was on the screen. The soft noises with the dim lighting and the temperature, it was the perfect combination to put Lando to sleep.

As soon as Lando made himself comfortable with a pillow, he closed his eyes and began to slowly fall asleep. Lulling him to sleep, he felt a weight he never felt being lifted off his shoulders. It was not until a vibration from Lando's phone, did he begin to stir. Well, multiple vibrations.

It was an avalanche of messages, starting from WhatsApp to Instagram to X to... Everywhere. He felt immense fear coursing through him, through his blood. Like caffeine, it began to wake him up; more awake than he should've been.

Most of the messages are spanning from 'I'm sorry for your loss' to 'I'm always here for you'.

What is happening? Lando ignored the mass amount of messages and decided to call Oscar instead.

As Lando's phone rang, he felt a headache together along with hearing the sound of a ring. The headache soon passed but the ringing became constant.

After what felt like decades of rotting on the couch, waiting for Oscar's response, Oscar finally picked up.

'Hello? Lando?'

'Oscar,' he let out a breath he didn't know he was holding in. 'Oscar, what is happening? I've been having messages from everywhere saying 'I'm sorry for your loss'.'

Silence filled both lines of the phone. Ghosts of what feels like fingers trace Lando's arm.

'So, you have not heard. Everyone's safe, don't fret. You'll be fine Lan, ignore them. Just...talk to me, will you?'

' Yes, but not right now. I just don't get it. Heard what? Was there something that happened on the paddock that I didn't see?' realization of his lack of caring about the possibilities began to hit him like a truck at full speed. Fuck, it was like standing on the track, getting hit by F1 cars over and over again.

' It's a huge prank, didn't Carlos say it to you already? Apparently, he got everyone to pull a huge prank on you and you didn't find out.' Oscar huffed out with a laugh. Lando could imagine the smile that is plastered against his face.

'Talk to me through your day, will you? Please?' Oscar said rather solemnly.

'Okay, yeah. I can do that.' Fear dissipated from his body. Lando's limbs became loose with the lack of tension—like a puppet with its strings cut off.

Lando began rambling about everything in his day— How someone had almost stolen his wallet, how well the car felt today, just everything.

Despite all the comfort that Oscar gave him, Lando couldn't help but feel a sense of uneasy building a nest in his heart—lingering. So as he talked, he began to scroll through social media hoping it could ease his mind.

'Oscar Piastri, Formula 1 driver for McLaren, has had a tragic accident.'

What? Tragic accident? What accident? But Oscar's still on the phone with Lando, isn't he?

'Oscar,'

'....'

'Oscar?'

Lando's breathing quickened as tears pricked his eyes like a thousand needles. His eyes read faster than ever, fingers scrolling faster than ever.

"Death, fatal accident, Oscar Piastri, collision." Lando breathed out, his lungs barely taking any breath in. No. He needed confirmation. Oscar wasn't dead. No, no he wasn't. It's just a prank like what Oscar said...right?

'Osc,'

But Oscar had beaten him to it.

'There's nothing I can do. You know I'm not real, Lan.'

Oh. Those words smashed a part of Lando that he didn't know existed. The weight of the truth that can defeat a thousand foes who have been living in lies. The same truth came for him, crushing him under a mountain, bounding his limbs; helpless. The truth heavy on his tongue, bile forming if he even dares to mutter the headlines again.

He felt his heart in his ears, he tasted the blood in his mouth, the sound in his mind.

'Can I stay on the phone with you, at least?' Lando asked hesitantly.

'Of course,' Oscar huffed out, each syllable seemed to be difficult for him to even mutter out. As if his lungs had been pierced and he's struggling to speak.

'I had a great race. I'm leading in the championship, you know? Ever since some people retired, I've been living the dream.' Oscar smiled.

'Yeah?'

'Yeah.'

But before Lando could mutter out another sentence, there was a loud silencing sound. The call had ended. His blood ran cold as his now slippery fingers fumbled for Oscar's contact, trying to call him again.

The tears on his screen making it harder than it's supposed to. He rang Oscar's number. Lando heard the ringtone of Oscar's phone ring out from the bedroom. Eyes wide, he began to find out the truth for himself.

There it was. Oscar's phone on the bedside table, ringing all the while Lando called him. It all made sense.

The water Lando felt on his fist before, it was his doing. The soreness in his eyes, it was also his doing. The headache, from his crying. And the ringing... The ringing was from Oscar's phone all along. It wasn't in Lando's head that he imagined the sound, it was a phone receiving a call for an owner who will never answer.

Lando crumbled like a piece of paper thrown into the oblivion. A pair of arms wrapped around his shoulders, but it was just not Oscar's. No, it was Carlos'. "I'm sorry." Carlos muttered out. Lando heaved and sobbed until his arms began to ache and so did his legs. But no amount of crying would bring Oscar back.

In the hotel room, there will be a man longing for another who will never return. Longing for the lost time that they should have been spending.

handling grief:

Our story, my ending.

[joeys-babe]

Someday We’ll Be Together

Chapter 11: Blue Eyes Crying In The Rain

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September 12, 2021

(joe's pov)

after y/n ran into the bathroom, i realized the severity of the situation.

i really fucked up.

my plan didn't go the way i wanted it to at all. after i kissed y/n, i panicked and thought that she only kissed me because she got caught up in the moment. the first thing i saw was lexie running out of the bar and i made a split second decision to take the kiss back and make an excuse for why i did it.

"i don't want to talk to you now, or preferably ever again."

my heart shattered when she said those words.

i waited outside of the bathroom door for 10 minutes, until i eventually gave up. even if she did walk out, i'd be the last person she'd want to see.

my first thought was to just get wasted, forget about the situation temporarily.

i made my way over to the bar asked for a bear, adding the "keep 'em coming".

i was three deep when i heard a female voice.

"hey joey."

"i'm not signing stuff tonight, kinda heartbroken right now-" - joe turned and noticed that it was lexie

"lexie.. what the fuck do you want?" - joe

"joe you're absolutely wasted, let me take you home. i remember where you live." - lexie

"where's your boyfriend? thought you'd be busy grinding on him." - joe

"you know he doesn't mean anything to me, you're the only one for me joe." - lexie

"fuck off." - joe

"okay fine. just at least let me drive you home, no funny business i swear." - lexie

"let me get one more beer and then maybe we'll talk."- joe flagged down the bartender

"okay, i'll come back in 10 minutes. i have to go find my boyfriend." - lexie

i rolled my eyes as she walked away, she was such a fake woman.

soon after i finished my beer, lexie walked back up to me.

"you ready to go joey?" - lexie

"yup" - joe

she grabbed my hand to stand up but when i tried to stand up i immediately tripped over my own feet, so i grabbed onto lexies waist.

"you look like an idiot." - lexie laughed

"just shut up and take me back to my house. the faster you get me to the car the faster we can never talk to each other again." - joe

"bro what did i do to you? you don't have to be a dick." - lexie

i scoffed at that, thinking of all the different examples i could use.

"what haven't you done? you've judged my body, used me for my status, cheated on me twice.. want me to keep going?" - joe

we were passing the table that the guys were sitting at, and i heard sam yell for me.

i hurriedly walked away from lexie and walked over to the guys.

"here's this.." - sam handed joe his sweatshirt

y/n had folded my sweatshirt perfectly and gave it to sam to give back to me.

"is she.. still here?" - joe

"i don't think so. she ran after she practically slammed this on the table. oh yeah, she also told me to tell you to go to hell." - sam

"i deserve that." - joe

"bro what did you do? and why the fuck are you with lexie?" - sam

"i- uhm.. i'll tell you later. i really fucked up though, and i'm really scared i just lost her." - joe

"lost her?" - sam

"lost the girl i'm fuckin in love with. it's all my fault too." - joe sighed

"woah woah, go back. joe, you're in love with her?" - sam

"sam, don't play stupid. you know full and well i've been in love with her since damn ohio state." - joe

i hadn't realized that my voice got louder out of irritation and everyone at the table was staring at me with their jaw dropped. jess and gracie having shocked smiles on their faces.

"but i really messed up. i kissed her, but i panicked thinking that she only kissed me back because she got caught up in the moment.." - joe

"so what'd you do?" - jess

"i pretended like i did it to make lexie jealous, like a damn jerk." - joe

"joe! that was such a dick move." - ja'marr

"i know! i've realized that! now i'm never gonna know if she feels the same way because she hates me!" - joe

"go see if she's outside, if she is you should try to explain." - tee

"she doesn't want to talk to me-" - joe

"go!" - the whole table yelled

i ran out the bar and started scanning the sidewalk. y/n was standing yards away from me, but i could still hear her sobbed words. it was pouring the rain, and i felt terrible seeing her stand there with no shelter over her head.

"i hate joe, so much." - you

a few seconds of silence, the other person on the phone was talking.

"mom hurry, i'll tell you everything that happened later. just get here fast, i don't want him to come find me." - you

moments later she said an "i love you too" and got off the phone.

even though she said she didn't want to talk to me, or want me to come find her. i had to.

"y/n.." - joe

i watched her head move in my direction, her crying getting even harder.

"i told you to leave me alone." - you

"please, let me explain." - joe

"i don't want to hear it. go find lexie for all i care. i've done nothing but supported you your whole entire life, joe and you use me to make some bitch jealous?!" - you

"y/n please!" - joe

"you- you're a jerk. you're like every other guy i've ever been around. i thought you were different, i thought you were my best friend. but you are nothing but a lier, player, dick, and you lead me on! i'm sick and tired of being your back burner for when you're girlfriends hurt you!" - you

by this time i was crying with her, she was the only girl i've ever truly wanted and now she'll never know.

"i am your best friend, y/n!" - joe

"no you're not. also, my moms almost here and i don't want you to be anywhere near here when she arrives. after tonight, don't try to contact me in anyway possible because i will not be answering." - you

i nodded and defeatedly started walking back towards the bar door, just as i was about to reach the handle i turned around. y/n was watching me walk away.

"just know this. i never meant to hurt you, and i'm so sorry. you're the greatest thing to ever happen to me, and i wish i would've showed that more. goodnight, y/n." - joe walked back into the bar

when i walked in, the table of my teammates were already looking in my direction. they waited for me to report back to them.

all i did was nod my head "no" and wipe the remaining tears off my cheeks.

i stood there for a second, my back against the door thinking about what had just happened when i realized i didn't have my sweatshirt with me.

i opened the door to see if i had dropped it, only to see y/n hugging her mom by her car that was idle in the road.

my heart broke even more at the sight, and when they pulled away that's when i saw it. my sweatshirt. y/n had it hugged against her chest.

(y/n's pov)

on the way home i explained to my mom what had happened, and as soon as we arrived i went upstairs to my room and cried myself to sleep.

i was sleeping rather peacefully till i got a call at midnight, my phone vibrating on my nightstand.

not even checking the caller ID, i excepted it and mumbled a "hello".

"y/n!" - gracie

"gracie? why the hell are you calling me at midnight?" - you

"aye i'm here too!" - jess

"what is it you guys absolutely needed to wake me up for?" - you

"we found out what happened and wanted to check on you." - jess

"i'll be fine, he's just a stupid guy. i just don't understand why he kept trying to get me to listen to him, there was literally nothing for him to explain!" - you

"you have every right to feel that way and to be mad, but maybe you should've maybe tried to listen. he explained the situation to us, and i really feel like you would want to hear what he has to say.” - gracie

“i mean this in the nicest way possible but i honestly don’t care. i don’t want to hear anything he has to say. he doesn’t deserve it.” - you

“so what are you gonna do? ignore him forever and forget that you were in love with him?” - jess

“that’s the problem. even after all of this, he’s the only guy i can ever picture myself with. i’m still in love with him, i don’t ever think thats gonna change.” - you

“then you should let him talk. you don’t have to today, or even this week. take your time, and then hear him out. i really do think you’ll like what you hear, y/n.” - gracie

“i will. just give me time, i’m still hurt.” - you

“we know. take all the time you need, and just know that joes really upset too. sam and i took him home and he asked us to stay while we he showered, just in case he fell in hit his head since he was still drunk, and we could literally hear him crying from downstairs.” - jess

“he’s such a man-child.” - you laughed

“maybe so, but he cares about you a lot.” - jess

our conversation went on for a little longer till we said our goodnights, but there was no way i was going to be able to back to sleep.

all i could think about was what joe was going to tell me if i let him talk. then came the image of his blue eyes crying in the rain.

what did jess and gracie know that i didn’t?

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authors note: i wonder what happens next????

hope you enjoyed! 🥰🥰

[dipplinduo]

What’s your favourite Pokémon of every Generation? (EXCLUDING Ribombee and Dipplin.)

Glad this is for every generation 'cause I love a lot of pokemon and it's hard playing favorites. xD

Confession time: I actually don't really have favorability for Dipplin as a pokemon. xD My naming choices for my username / Sweet & Sour Dipplins was more so designed with the intention of referencing and popularizing dipplinshipping ("dippin" -> dipplinshipping + "duo" -> Kieran & Juliana).

But! Challenge accepted, anon. Lemme whip out my pokedex. Note that I'm going more so for overall vibe favorability as opposed to gameplay usage:

Generation 1:

Welcome to Basic Bitch Land™, where I'm your mayor. xD I have a lot of general favorites for Gen 1, but Pikachu was always destined to be a fave of mine whether or not it was gonna be the mascot, ngl lol. I was very obsessed with Yellow as a child (and still very much am), so I wouldn't have been able to ignore this precious lil friend. A lot of the franchise has not helped. xD Generation 2:

This one is HARDDDD because like Gen 1 I have a lot of favorites and Ampharos is also right there (seeing a theme lol?), but Togetic has my heart. I fell in love with it more when I used one in Gen 8, and I actually like it a little more than Togekiss. xD It has such a cute and satisfying wing flapping animation/sound!! And I love its lore.

Generation 3:

Flygon is the GOAT, man. Cool dragon. Great typing & 6th pokemon whenever I'm building teams. Stellar moveset. Rad design that isn't overly complex. Need I say more? Generation 4:

I. LOVE. DRIFTFLOON LOL. Don't even get me started on the Saturday Valley Windworks nonsense kid me was like "what the fuck why do I gotta wait to get the happy balloon pokemon". No it totally doesn't have a ton of weaknesses shhhhh its FINE ITS A CUTE BALLOON THAT DEFINETELY DOESN'T HAVE CREEPY LORE ALSO DID YOU KNOW ITS SHINY IS YELLOW?? THE ONE TIME I LIKE SHINIES. xDD

Generation 5:

This answer surprised me! I've never used this line on my team before, but the concept of Sawsbuck (and subsequently, Deerling) just make me so happy. I feel really connected to the Earth whenever I see this pokemon, and their real life counterparts brings me a lot of peace as one of my favorite animals. Generation 6:

I also really love Floette conceputally, but Slyveon drove me crazyyyyyy when it first was announced. My irl friends describe me as either giving Sylveon or Leafon energy as a person (lol), and I certaintly see it. I love how strong this thing is too and it brings me so much joy to use it whenever I can.

Generation 7:

After Sweet & Sour Dipplins/running this blog, my undeniable favorite is Ribombee without question. But before that, it was Bewear! There were some other favorites I had for this gen too, but oh my god. This thing SMACKS people. And its SO CUTE. xD I loved using it on my team in gen 8.

Generation 8:

My love for my Applins in Sweet & Sour Dipplins aside xD, Hattrem was an automatic fave for this gen. Incredible design, super cute, whimsical and magical vibes with some interesting lore - LOVE IT. Lowkey would've loved to have this be the final evo with fairy typing because this mid evolution is where this line peaked, change my mind.

Generation 9:

The chaos behind this pokemon is too fucking funny. I harassed so many people with memes about this pokemon when Scarlet/Violet first came out. xDD For a split second it was my #1 fave because of how much it spoke to the pettiness in my soul. I will always love super cute pokemon that go "KILL". xDDD There you have it! :)

[sungbeam]

[𝐧𝐨 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐬.]

sim jaeyun x f!reader; slight choi beomgyu x f!reader

1.1k words, fluff, tension, jake's ur new bf and beom's ur bff since childhood, like one swear word; jake meets ur best friends from home (ft. txt)

a/n: just a scene i took from one of my old wips :') tbh idk if i'll ever continue it, so that's why i've decided to post this!

Sim Jaeyun was nervous. No, wait. Why was he nervous? He wasn't nervous. All of this—heart racing, fingers drumming against his pant leg, skin clammy, throat tightening… okay, so maybe he was a little nervous. But there was no harm in being nervous, right?

The metro came to a smooth stop, and your hand was suddenly tugging him out of his seat and out the doors onto the platform. 

"Hey, are you okay?" 

His head cleared for a split second and filled with those love hearts that invaded his headspace whenever you were around or you were mentioned. His head turned to you, your eyes already peering at him with a small frown on your face. He beamed at you, "'Course, babe. Why wouldn't I be?"

You raised your eyebrow. "Your hand's really sweaty, Jake."

You laughed as he released your hand for a second so he could wipe his against his pants. He pouted once he reconnected your fingers with his. "And you still held my hand? That's true love right there."

"I do love holding your hand," you said offhandedly, bringing his knuckles up to kiss them, "clammy or not."

Oh fuck, he was so far gone. So drunk on your love. He was melting on the metro station floor—and there you were, walking on as if you hadn't just shot him through the heart with an arrow for the billionth time, and him, trailing after you like the lovesick pup he was. 

"That's supposed to be my line," he managed to muster. Great one, Jake. Could he be any lamer? "But I guess you could borrow it." He stood on the step next to you as the escalator descended into the airport area. "But I do think I require payment," he added with a feigned thoughtful expression. 

You smiled at him, and he couldn't help but return it. If anyone around the two of you looked over, they would have seen a couple in their own world, gazes connected like their hands and their hearts, love never absent. It was so strange to think about why Jake was even nervous in the first place. 

Probably because of the reason why you were both at the airport now. That reason being meeting your friends. This didn't refer to the friends you had met while at university together, but the friends from your hometown who had flown over to see you for the spring break. Jake hadn't been nervous the few weeks between you telling him and today, but for some reason, as soon as he stepped foot on that metro, he started sweating buckets. And for what? He was a charming guy. He loved you, and you loved him. What was he so insecure and nervous about?

"You didn't have to come with me, y'know." You and him were walking toward the arrival terminal now, taking your time. Your friends' plane was probably still pulling into the gate. "I really appreciate it."

He gave your hand a light, reassuring squeeze. He saw the way your eyes shone. "Of course, love. I wanted to come with you to meet them. Anything to spend time with my girl."

"Jake," you whined, cheeks reddening, as you always did when he made you flustered. 

He giggled and cooed at you, leaning down to press a brief kiss to your mouth. "You're so cute."

"Oh god, my eyes!" 

Both yours and Jake's heads perked up at the voice—you because you recognized the voice, and Jake's because he was going to have words with anyone who had a problem with him giving you affection. But it was nothing to that level of seriousness (chill, Jake, chill) as you watched your friends make their way over toward the pair of you, suitcases rolling behind them. 

That had been Huening Kai's outburst, a giddy grin spread over his face. He was the youngest of the five, was what you had told Jake. Then there was Yeonjun as the eldest, Soobin as the maturest, Taehyun as the braincell-est (?), and—

"LN YN!"

"CHOI BEOMGYU!" A squeal erupted from your lungs, and you let go of Jake's hand only to go speeding toward your best friend, Beomgyu. He watched as you practically leapt into the boy's arms, and continued to watch as said boy twirled you around with the largest smile in the world. (But Jake had a bigger smile obviously… right?) 

"Hey, nice to meet you," Yeonjun was the first to greet Jake, extending a hand out to him. "Yn-ie's told us all about you."

Jake smiled, that fluttering feeling erupting in his stomach hearing that you talked about him to other people. "Good things I hope. She's told me about all of you as well."

"Definitely not all good things, I bet," Soobin chimed in with a chuckle. 

"Your hair, Beom!" At your exclamation, everyone's heads turned to where you were now marveling at the highlights in Beomgyu's wolf cut mullet. Jake poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue and tucked his hands into his pockets, watching as your best friend positively blossomed under your attention and Jake wilted with his lack thereof. 

His expression schooled into one of neutrality as Taehyun sighed. "They're always like this, don't worry. Guess time and distance couldn't erase seventeen years of friendship."

"Seventeen years, huh?" He murmured under his breath. He had maybe seven or so months under his belt—

You and Beomgyu finally made your way toward the rest of the group, and when Beomgyu stood face to face with Jake, Jake stood just a little straighter. Why was this man just the slightest bit taller than him? 

For a second, it was quiet. Everyone, including you, held your breaths in waiting. 

Then the tension diminished, and Beomgyu was clasping Jake's hand. "I'm Beomgyu; nice to meet you, Jake."

"Nice to finally meet you, too." But Jake's heart was a stuttering mess, even if he could breathe just the slightest bit easier. Before Beomgyu could do anything else, Jake swept his arm over your shoulders and tucked you into his side. "Yn and I were gonna take you all out for lunch."

You nodded, carefully wrapping your arm around Jake's waist and making him feel just the slightest bit better about the possessive move he made. He saw the way Beomgyu's eyes stared at the way he had done that. "Mhm! There's this really great ramen place on the Ave that I think you guys'll love."

Beomgyu was the first to reply. "Sounds good. I trust your judgement, Yn-ie."

Your eyes swerved between your best friend and your boyfriend—and prayed the electricity would disappear. But as the group of you headed back toward the metro entrance, you had a very bad feeling it was here to stay. 

enha m.list / txt m.list

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[rmorde]

Trigun Manga Reaction

Now back with Volume 1 - Chapter 3

I like this. Simple pose but very interesting with the "imbalance" I guess with the tilted head, shadowed face, and slightly lower slope of one shoulder. It's not "stiff" and it's easy to imagine the wind blowing through Vash's coat and hair.

A thought occurs tho, Did Trigun predate Tetsuya Nomura's obsessive belts, belts, and more belts design quirk? Did Nightow and Vash started that anime fashion trend?

Uhuh. Says the people who tried to shoot a GRENADE at that same one guy.

I kinda put these three panels in a sequence because... we know Vash is a good guy. Of course, he's going to save the women but the emphasis on the Nebraskas reaction to his rescue is really interesting.

Vash gives them a side-eye. He's either gauging their capacity for mercy or already clocked in that they are capable of mercy and silently hints for them to wait just a moment.

Father Nebraska understanding and just waits as he smokes. Then confirms first if Vash is ready to rumble again.

Idk. It's a moment of humanity not only for Vash but for the Nebraskas too imo.

AND IT'S WEIRD! In '98, Father Nebraska tried to get a cheap shot on Vash while he was still carrying someone to safety.

Yeah, assholes. Vash is doing his best to keep the women in the clear while you guys just throws grenades willy-nilly into buildings who have people in them. Smh.

Ngl. This sequence confuses me a bit. But, going with what happened earlier, the Nebraskas were not targeting the women. The punch was intended for Vash - which he dodged easily. However, instead of running further away, he shielded the women from the flying debris that the punch caused.

WHICH AGAIN, I REITERATE, IS REALLY WEIRD FOR '98 TO DEVIATE FROM!

In the '98, they are bonafide bad guys but in the manga they're still bad but not "Muwahahaha I'll shoot the injured women Hahahaha!" bad . The Nebraskas have some semblance of honor here.

I guess this is why TriStamp has a much more nuanced presentation of these characters. It's closer to the manga.

Oof... Owww... Vash... 😢

Another gorgeous art. I like how Nightow's way of using perspective here!

Junior is established to be huge - a giant. He always take up so much space in the panels/pages like below:

However, when Vash finally "duelled" them seriously. Doesn't Junior suddenly "feels" smaller and Vash really big?

It's really cool how it instantly shows that Vash isn't goofing off anymore and the Nebraskas stand no chance in winning this.

Ragey Baby Girl no longer smiling.

Sigh. Gotta admire their one track mind.

Ngl. The line work here gave me Junji Ito vides for some reason. Vash's eye look haunting, cold, and really old.

Linework carrying hard on this page. Vash is obviously quicker with how much lines are there in his entire arm - convincingly too fast of a blur. Meanwhile Junior has less lines which makes his fist less blurry and, therefore, slower.

Clever use of the sound effects in the first panel.

I don't know what the fuck is going on in the second panel. I've been staring at it too long already and I still can't understand except it has something to do with Junior's arm?

Third panel is the crazy detail on Vash's eye. His glasses seem like he is looking at the side. However, on closer inspection, Vash is actually not looking away from the incoming attack.

The following pages is really great at building the tension on how would this duel end. The '98 anime captured it very well!

Looking cool, Vash!

Also, is it just me or does he always look for opportunities to show off his flexibility and long long legs. Must he really split here?

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YES. YES HE MUST.

Oh. Ooooh! So that's what happened!

In '98, this conclusion was given to the bandit in Episode 1. His own enhancements crunching his body until he passed out and lost to Vash. However, they can't exactly rehash this in Episode 5. So, we have the "LOVE AND PEACE!" scene instead.

Admittedly, I prefer the "LOVE AND PEACE" conclusion more.

I like how, so far imo, Nightow just gives no fucks about anatomy in his art. I mean... Look at this! Even if we reason that it's because his coat is dramatically billowing with the wind, Vash's body is not proportionate. However, it doesn't matter! It looks cool and it evokes the right emotions just fine: fear and awe.

OMFG?!!! The trials these two are going through! These poor insurance ladies! Milly hanging on for dear life to that pillar. Meryl just screaming her lungs out EVEN WITH A MEGAPHONE!

AND IT WAS FOR NOTHING!!!! OML

Being considered as someone equivalent to a natural disaster shouldn't bring joy, but damn it... LOOK AT HOW HAPPY VASH IS!!! AWWW BABY GIRL!!!

Wow. They blame HER!!! How dare- Meryl beat them up! No, Milly. LET MERYL HAVE THEM!!! THEY DESERVE TO BE CRUMPLED LIKE TISSUE PAPER AFTER THROWING OFF GRENADES LIKE CONFETTI EARLIER AT VASH!!!

Awww. Their first interaction is SO CUTE!!!

In '98, it's funny and amusing. Ditto on TriStamp. But this one is sweet since Meryl and Milly kinda saved Vash in here.

I mean. Yeah, the townspeople are scared because Vash just beat the Nebraskas, but they are desperate for money. Desperation can override fear given enough time. Vash would've been hunted all over again.

I take it back. The insurance ladies climbing up to that bell tower was not for nothing. It was enough to allow Vash a moment to breathe and, as he rejoices, be free (even just for a while).

Wonder what exactly went through Vash's head here. Confusion? Fear? Dread?

HELL YEAH!!! BADASS LADIES IN LONG COATS! STRIKE FEAR TO THE HEARTS OF EVERYONE!!!

Oh. Some responses to the a couple of tags:

@alena-reblobs

Thanks! Glad you're having fun too because I sure am. I appreciate the warning and I'm kinda nervous because the action this chapter was kinda confusing to understand. Hopefully, it won't get worse (will it?) I agree that they are very cool nonetheless!

@eldritchneuro

Thanks for explaining! Paneling is always fun to study in mangas because they usually follow a 3 or 4 panels which mangakas creatively breakdown to evoke a feeling among readers.

Trigun is interesting because its from the 90's! So, some of the paneling are probably "prototypes" of the crazy ones we'd see in modern mangas.

I guess, Nightow's aiming to make the page very "cinematic" with slo-mo (sparse panels) and hyper focus on details (graphic weight). It draws us readers in to the story more effectively as if we are there too with the townspeople looking at the Humanoid Typhoon.

[ultrio325]

My problem with Murder Drones: My god-awful oh shit a butterfly

I just finished Murder Drones and like

[SPOILER WARNING FOR MURDER DRONES]

I want to like it, it's got robots and sick action scenes, plus Liam is genuinely a really underrated artist I've been following since Internection Cube, and the artstyle, comedy style, music, voice acting, fight choreography and environment are all on point

but

I don't know if I just wasn't paying attention, but I have zero clue what the plot is, like one episode Uzi is fighting the Murder Drones (title dropppp) and the next we're in a Gala? (I know it's a memory scene and but I'll be honest I was incredibly confused the first time.) And then there are zombies?? And Ms. Tencent (whom I actually do kinda like which is ironic in a series full of lovable robots, also I cannot for the love of God remember her name) who... seems awfully manipulative in the reality scenes, which does get explained in the Solver reveal but

What in the actual everloving robot GOD is a solver?? Why are there dinosaur robots??? Why's it called a solver? Honestly the confusing noun reminds me of the iterators from rainworld. Also, the reveal of Earth's utter destruction came outta nowhere?? And, I'm sorry, IS NO ONE GONNA MENTION THE FACT THAT UZI CAN JUST imaginary technique: hollow purple AT ANY TIME??? AND off topic holy shit the solver (cyn? I really don't know what to call her) voice is incredible, so very lifeless cough cough

The final fight was pretty pog ngl, mostly because it requires less than usual plot knowledge, plus GOD yes N and Uzi are incredible together, Uzi just straight up gulping down a fucking black hole was funny too, tbf that was an acceptable split-second decision at that time

My final two shits is:

I really wish I could like this show, I really do

but I don't know if it's badly structured or if I'm just so stoned all the time I have -8 gigabytes of short-term memory, I really hope it's the latter, the show is so cool

Can't wait for Gooseworx's TADC (also wish more ppl knew her for Runmo), miss stupid SMG4 videos, Murder Drones cool, kiss a robot, Ultrio out

[/SPOILER WARNING FOR MURDER DRONES]

[ink4blotches]

(Not)Meant To B(PAVITR PRABHAKAR X READER)

OOOOKAY SO, QUICK DISCLAIMER:

I've NEVER written on Tumblr b4 :0

It's a new experience BECAUSE...my AO3 has been tweakin lately :/

ANYWAY LETS GET INTO IT??

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"So...how's Dev?"

"I dumped him."

"Oh."

So, that was really awkward. "Why? You guys seemed happy." I thought for a second to come up with a lie.

"Uh...just wasn't feeling the Flash. And he always ran out on dates with no explanation. Really weird." That sounds about right.

I mean, it's not like I can tell Pav the truth. 'Oh, I crushed Dev's heart because I have a crush on you! Funny right?' so for now, and the rest of my life, I'll just date other people to get over Pav. That makes the most sense.

"Pft, yeah that is crazy. Now I can say I never liked him. He was too...flashy. Is that weird? It probably is." Pav broke the awkwardness almost immediately with his not so surprising declaration as we both broke into laughter.

It seems like he has a problem with every boy I date.

Before I could reply, Gayatri walked into my room -without knocking- and grabbed something from my desk. "I'm gonna borrow this- also, you've dated everyone at school. At this point you and Pav should just date already."

Gayatri sighs, taking my favorite lipstick into her hands before leaving, shutting the door behind her.

And, the awkward is back.

Pav takes a quiet sip of his chai. If we were at school, I'd pray to be saved by the bell. But we're in my house. So I'm praying for a pigeon to hit the window.

"Soooo...on the subject of relationships, there's this girl I like. I mean, really like."

Bam. Heart shattered. Chances crumpled.

But alas, Pav was rather secretive with his romantic views, so I can't just tell him I don't give a fuck.

"Really? Who's the lucky girl?" Honestly I'm half surprised it's even a girl-

"She's the daughter of a police chief, we're friends, and I've had a crush on her since 7th grade." I stayed quiet while I tried to put together the hints.

Daughter of police chief- wait a damn minute. Crush since 7th grade...who do I know that Pav's known since 7th? I know all of Pav's friends...wait a damn minute.

"Oh my GOD! You have a crush on Gayatri!" Pav's eyes widened at my outburst. I got up off my bed and ran around my room, almost knocking my cup of Adrak Chai off my side table.

His face twisted for a second before he smiled awkwardly. "Yep! Gayatri Singh, daughter of a police chief and friend of mine! Since 7th grade!"

Okay, what the fuck Pav.

"Oh my god that was scary...when I was like, putting together the pieces in my head, I thought it was me more a split second." I admitted with a laugh, playing it off as a joke.

He laughed along with me. "What? Nah. Never in a million years! We're best friends...can you imagine how awkward that would be?" He laughs out, setting his chai down on a coaster.

"I know right! That's crazy, I don't know what I was thinking!" I slapped myself in the face as a joke but not really a joke.

The conversation slowly drifted away and for the rest of the night we played video games and talked shit about Flash. Not on purpose- it just came down to it.

I tried to savor the night, since now that I know he's got a crush on Gaya, he'll probably become her boyfriend. Which is...not ideal, no.

So I guess I'll just spend as much time as I can with him before he gets with my sister. As his best friend.

Because that's all I'll ever be to him.

[trifoliate-undergrowth]

Thrift store Westerns I've never heard of part 2!

SHOOT FIRST AND PRAY YOU LIVE (Because Luck Has Nothing to Do With It) is an indie film from 2009 and winner of the independent spirit award at Santa Fe Film Festival, apparently. Wikipedia says it was based on the novel Luck by Max Brand. It's got everything! It's got maybe in fact too much going on! It's got split screen, it's got a brief animated sequence, it's got so many fucking flashbacks.

Opens with this, which I find very funny for some reason:

While we're on disclaimers, my quotations are summarized and not exact bc I am not going over ever few seconds of this movie. Also this movie is rated R so assume Yes for most common western content warnings.

Very GBU intro with about 10 seconds of empty street, a surprise close-up and then a tense shootout that we'll only have context for later. I hope.

The first real scene introducing our main character (Red Pierre) is a very gory shootout in a saloon. The shots themselves are fast and then we get a blow-by-blow of exactly where each of the 3 shots fired went. Lots of squirting blood from exploded arteries. I respect it but also was deliberately not looking at the screen too hard for like a solid 30 seconds or so lol. Red's first shot was shooting his opponent's thumb off, so he pulled a Silence a la The Great Silence. However in this case it was not simply a disabling move bc he did just keep shooting and murder those 2 guys. also. so. not sure what the point of that was.

Then he turns around and makes awkward eye contact with the only other guy who hasn't left the saloon, an old man who makes a high-pitched sound and goes 'I didn't see anything! Actually, no, I saw everything and you were totally in the right hahaha don't even worry about it....' Red asks if he has a horse and he stammers that he's got a burro and Red is welcome to take it. "My horse died, or I wouldn't ask," Red clarifies awkwardly, before escaping with the old man's burro. It's now night, Red frees a Mexican man whom some nasty gang members were hanging from a tree as a form of torture. Red waits at the tree, presumably waiting for these guys to show up so he can kill them? idk. He falls asleep immediately and wakes up being guarded by the daughter of the aforementioned gang leader.

fuckin womp womp sound effect plays as he realizes what happened. My guy what did you expect? Why did you go to sleep at the Local Asshole Gang's Designated Torture Tree?

STOP LOOKING SURPRISED YOU HAD TO KNOW THEY WERE COMING BACK.

Anyways the gang leader's son just got killed and then he saw Red and was like, oh yeah I hear he's killed people. Good enough! New son figure and new gang member to fill the empty seat at the table! (Everyone thinks this is a terrible idea, especially gun girl. Red is like 'you're right, what a terrible idea, I'll just... leave.... *gun pointed at him threateningly* ok or not or I'll just sit here I guess')

There's a bit where the camera zooms in on individual gang members and names them. There is no way I am remembering all 5 of these guys at once. The girl's name is Jack though. Cool. Her dad is a creep and does not seem to like her much He does, he just gets really weird dialogue. idk, I have mixed but not very coherent feelings about how Jack is handled in this movie like, generally. Anyways gang leader Jim Payne comments that Red is 'older than I thought, but young enough for what I want to make of you.' He then goes on a rant about how when he was Red's age he had a mentor who shaped him into the man he is now and he's going to be that person for Red.

Red is....

Deeply confused by all this?? but willing to roll with it for his own agenda. If the gang helps him out with some Mysterious Tasks he needs to accomplish, he'll join them willingly. Payne is delighted to hear it. The first task is burying Red's dead father. Everyone chews on some loco weed and gets high as shit before setting off on this long journey (except for Knife Guy, who I guess is loco enough without the weed and thus declines it.)

TWENTY YEARS AGO (we are getting an extended flashback)

Pierre's dad, who is now dead and needs to be buried, was having an affair with Red Pierre's mom. Bob McGurk and the other guys Red wants to revenge kill show up at his mom's house and shoot some guy and assault her. (I thought the guy they shot was her dad but eventually, in a later flashback, we find out it was just like. some other dude she happened to know, and that the killers thought it was Red's dad). She swears to kill them all and eventually manages to kill the sheriff, leaving 2 others for someone else to please take care of.

Red Pierre's dad simply can't, because he is wearing a sweater. He can't shoot no one! Not in a sweater! Despite his extended musings about what a terrible man he was and how he's going to hell, he's apparently just not a shooting man, thus letting his girlfriend be tortured by the local gang for months (yes this went on for Months before she managed to stab the sheriff.) He's also not a "raising my illegitimate son" type apparently, so he drops the kid off at a random Mexican mission to be raised by the friars.

the subtitles helpfully provide pronunciation. Also, THIS PLACE IS LIKE 900 MILES FROM THE BORDER? IS THIS WHOLE MOVIE TAKING PLACE FULLY INSIDE MEXICO (IF SO WHY IS ALMOST EVERYONE WHITE AND SPEAKING AMERICAN ACCENTED ENGLISH) AND IF NOT, DID THIS GUY RIDE 900 MILES TO DROP OFF THE KID HE DIDN'T WANT TO RAISE SOMEWHERE HE WOULD NEVER EVER EVER EVER EVER FIND HIS WAY BACK???? WHAT'S HAPPENING. WHY ISN'T RED SPEAKING SPANISH IF HE WAS RAISED DEEP IN CENTRAL MEXICO. HOW DID WE GET HERE. HOW DID WE GET ANYWHERE. WHY ARE YOU SO INSISTENT ABOUT THIS SPECIFIC GEOGRAPHICAL LOCATION THAT DOES NOT MAKE SENSE. LIke don't get me wrong it's a very cool geographical location but what is happening.

Anyways, Red's dying mother whispered something (I thought it was her murderous plans but it will later be revealed that I was wrong about this) into his baby ears as he lay in her dying arms and now he's gotta go murder the bad guys that terrorized his mom but first must bury his illegitimate dad who was nice to his mom but did not protect her from the other guys and also did not claim or raise him bc the dad was married to some other unseen unnamed woman who is presumably also dead now I guess bc she's just not ever going to come up. Simple! I'm so confused. The priest who raised Red after he got yeeted 900 miles south into Mexico has a monologue about raising his beloved child and WAIT HOLY SHIT IT'S ANIMATED NOW. WE'RE HAVING AN ANIMATED SEQUENCE???

I swear to God I am not making this movie up. delightful. what is happening ever. anyways no wonder Red just goes "this might as well happen" about acquiring a new father figure in Payne, he has so many fuckingn dads already...

The priest is like 'yeah I didn't even try to raise him to be a good Christian I knew he was destined to be a total badass adn beat people the fuck up so I taught him to fight bobcats and grizzly bears and climb trees and catch fish with his teeth and shit. bc I'm cool'

The priest then coyly mentions that Pierre is too much of a badass in the boxing ring and nobody wants to fight him, so he uses him as a form of penance on sinners by making them box this violent child and get beat up.

THIS IS NOT THE SAME MAN? THIS IS NOT OUR GUY? DID HE LOSE ALL HIS PIGMENTATION AS HE MATURED. DID A GRIZZLY BEAR BITE ALL THE BROWN OUT OF HIS HAIR AND NOW IT'S RED? WHAT HAPPENED. THIS IS NOT A RED HAIRED BLUE EYED KID. IS OUR CURRENT GUY NOT RED PIERRE? IS HE ACTUALLY SOME OTHER DUDE? IS RED PIERRE (THE REAL ONE) GOING TO SHOW UP LATER??? WHAT'S HAPPENING. (This kid is a very good actor and a good fighter by the way, but he is not a good double for the guy he is allegedly the child version of.)

His opponent mumbles "que diablo" as he's getting knocked out with the most American pronunciation I've ever heard. I don't even know Spanish that well adn I can tell that's some extremely American Spanish. also

thank God we're free of the flashback. We've been here so long. No specific time given bc that would require me going back through this and I don't want to reexperience it.

...My theory about this flashback is it's showing us in realtime how Red's story becomes a legend (part of the intro featured a guy telling us and a bunch of children a story about The Legend Of Red Pierre so Storytelling is like, a Theme.) I guess? It would explain why current Red is kind of a sweet awkward quiet kid and flashback Red is Paul Bunyan if he was a ginger (but only sometimes.)

aww novice Red is so cute.

YOU HAVE THE AUDACITY TO SHOW ME A MAP MONTAGE? DO YOU REALLY WANT TO REMIND ME OF THE 900 MILE DISTANCE BETWEEN YOUR STATED CURRENT SETTING AND WHERE THE REST OF THIS MOVIE SUPPOSEDLY TAKES PLACE? YOU WANT ME TO THINK ABOUT DISTANCE IN THIS MOVIE?? ARE YOU SURE

oh my god we get another different flashback about Red's mom Irene now and. His dad fully was there the day that the gang killed that other guy and assaulted her. he had a gun. he had the drop on them. he... ran awayyy! It haunted him. Finally, years later, he took his gun and went to shoot McGurk, who shot him instead. that's how we ended up here, Red still has 2 guys left to kill for his parents. I've now heard this story like 19 times and it gets slightly more complicated and yet somehow less interesting every time.

Red's batshit crazy rogue priest daddy is ok with the revenge and gives him a???? Cursed crucifix??? that will bring blessings to him and evil to others?????? What's happening. I was raised Catholic I did not get any magical amulets like this

ok so we're caught up. Red killed one of the 2 guys in the first big shootout of the movie, his dad was the guy getting shot in the intro. Jack joins the men officially as part of the gang. We are now getting backstory for some random gang member whom I do not care about.

Blessedly this was a short flashback. he used to be a blacksmith before he went axe crazy, or more accurately hammer crazy, with a hammer. I think he had some reason but I couldn't understand the dialogue in that bit so who knows.

OH NO ANOTHER GANG MEMBER IS GOING TO TELL HIS LIFE STORY NOW... IS THIS GOING TO BE THE WHOLE MIDDLE OF THE MOVIE? PEOPLE TAKING TURNS TALKING ABOUT THE VIOLENCE THEY'VE DONE? wait a minute. false alarm. the next guy starts his story but is INTERRUPTED! By McGurk dramatically showing up. Ok fine that was funny. you got me.

anyways McGurk wants Red dead. what a shock. oh god another flashback PLEASE DO NOT ZOOM IN ON MCGURK PULLING HIS WIENER OUT PLEASE GOD

I do like the period accurate costuming in this movie. buttons yes. can I be done here? can the movie be over here? we're not even halfway in how can I endure this.

anyways. Red and McGurk have a showdown and fire simultaneously, each wounding the other. The other gang is delighted by this as the previously untouchable McGurk being wounded means his charm is broken. He can be killed! Eventually. (?)

The storyteller from the beginning of the movie comes back and tells us that McGurk disappeared for 2 years and that Red did lots of exciting stuff during that time but we're not going to get into all that right now. He also mentions that Red has the gang working with him while McGurk has 'always been a lone wolf'. This is straight up incorrect, as we had to see at least 3 painfully long flashbacks of McGurk and his 2-3 (I forgot) cronies shooting Red's mom Irene's friend full of holes and assaulting her. As a group! He did in fact have help before, if maybe not now. anyways. I shouldn't try to logic this movie.

The kids go to a masquerade. It's cute. Jack is enjoying the dress but worries it'll compromise her tough butch persona if the boys find out. Red promises not to tell anyone. There's a trippy extended rewind sequence that shows, everything playing in reverse, that McGurk, now wearing an eyepatch, has been stalking them all day, and then a completely unnecessary but in parts very funny sequence where McGurk gets a shave and the barber gossips to him about his backstory , providing a couple details we hadn't known but that I don't think matter much. 'now I never even seen a picture of McGurk, but they say he was an unnatural looking man, with a face you'd never forget,' says the barber, dabbing shaving cream onto McGurk's face. lol. It gets to be too much when the barber implies that McGurk dragged himself off into the wilderness and died somewhere, never to be heard of again. McGurk, very alive, pulls out his gun and asks if Red is still alive, and where to find him, thus bringing us back to before the masquerade, though first we must get ANOTHER flashback showing that McGurk did indeed drag himself off into the wilderness and ALMOST die, and he spent the whole time thinking about how much he hated Red.

Then there's a bit from I guess before the masquerade in which one of the gang members gets jittery over one of the others not showing up on time and tells Red he's bad luck, despite Jim Payne's argument that he's brought them nothing but good luck for these past 2 years. Red and the complainer square up for a duel and the other gang members go wait outside. We get some split screen of inside and outside the building:

It's fun but I'm not sure why it needed to happen. The complainer decides to just Not today and slinks off, but Jim mumbles that the other gang members will have to pick sides and a breakup is coming. We exit split screen. Then for no discernible reason we re-enter split screen.

Split screen gives us 2 slightly different shots of the same porch scene for a very funny and confusing moment, then McGurk steps into view in one shot while the gang doesn't notice him in the other. He shoots Jim Payne, Rodrigo and I think that's hammer guy? I think he killed the other non-complainer gang member earlier but the 2 guys sitting outside were shooting at a wasp and therefore didn't hear his shots, which happened at the same time? That section was confusing.

Ok NOW we're back up to the masquerade, and we have to watch a bunch of the same shots again. No wonder this movie is nearly 2 hours, it's mostly repetition, a lot of it of the same couple of flashbacks. Anyways, McGurk shows up at the masquerade, threatens Red, dances with Jack. Red gets knocked unconscious by someone and wakes up tied to a post in the middle of nowhere.

Oh look, Chollas! That places this movie as taking place in the Sonoran Desert, so somewhere in Arizona, southern American California, parts of Nevada or New Mexico, Baja California (unlikely) or northwestern Mexico. Filming apparently took place in New Mexico. You will notice that zero of these places are ANYWHERE near the one SPECIFICALLY NAMED location with title card and everything, TzinTzunTzan Mexico. No I'm not done being annoying about this I'm never done. Does anyone know how distances work?

Anyways. Red is tied up, concussed and dehydrated. The complainer from the gang shows up and mocks him. It was he who kidnapped Red! And now he's going to kill him. But fairly, of course. He'll give Red a weapon--he places it in his left hand and leaves him tied up, of course. And I am going to turn on captions for these because I need you to see that I'm not making this dialogue up oh my God.

"Because I face my challenges head-on! Like a train going down the tracks! I love trains. ...Robbing... trains."

Red shoots the complainer, whose name I will never not mishear as Gandalf (it's Gandall or something?) and then Some Guy happens along to find Red. I'm pretty sure this is the same guy he freed from being tied to a tree at the start of the movie but I'm not sure. The guy comments 'it's only fair' as he releases Red, so maybe I'm right? It's not super obvious if they recognize each other or not. He does threaten Red a bit first before freeing him. idk.

Anyways I think this man is hot and watching him playfully mess with Red a bit before releasing him was the closest I've come to sexualizing anyone in this movie. Mostly I have been too confused and haven't cared about anyone enough.

Red, now freed, finds McGurk McLurking over his mother's grave and yells at him to get away from it, furious. They have a showdown. Red shoots McGurk's gun hand, then drops his own gun and dares McGurk to try to pick his up faster. McGurk doesn't move. Red mocks him, then finally tells him that there would be no satisfaction in killing him like this, even though Red could, and to get out. McGurk leaves his gun, throws his belt of ammunition in Red's general direction and skedaddles. A flashback reveals that Irene told Red's presumed father whom he buried in the beginning of the movie that McGurk was the young Red's father (I did wonder about that. But also how did she know? Red was redhaired like his father. Well I guess his non-father was more blond but like. He definitely doesn't look like McGurk. And all those creeps had their way with her so like. how do we... know... that it's him.... in particular. None of these guys had red hair also. except maybe his dad who wasn't his dad.) but anyways... in Red's non-dad's one moment of bravery, he picked up baby Red, saw McGurk McLurking outside, and shouted 'the boy's mine. Get out!' at him. And McGurk actually McLeft. In the present, once again, he runs away from Red. an interesting ending, though I'm not sure I'd call it a satisfying one--maybe if it was more "Red is sticking to his moral principles of not killing where avoidable" was more of a Thing up to this point, but like, Red has killed a bunch of people and not seemed to mind joining the outlaw gang and presumably doing a bunch of crime with them for 2 years. So. idk??

It's then revealed via, surprise, ANOTHER FLASHBACK that Red had given the magical cross amulet thing to Jack before their dance and so has been winning these last fights with his own skill and no luck, which is a fun reveal I guess. It then cuts to Jack who has been caught and tied up by bandits though, so like, I guess the cross does not work at all bc that is just some real bad luck for her. So. What was the point of any of this?

The movie ends there. No explanation of what's going on with Jack. We do not see her get rescued. I don't even know who those guys that tied her up are. We've never seen them before. What the fuck is happening. ROLL CREDITS!

Ok thoughts: idk interesting movie. I didn't feel strongly about it. I think it's clear the people making it were having a lot of fun so that's cool. Red was kind of a fun character, especially when he's awkward and dorky. Very lovable. However his motivations and general morality are an enigma to me. For a guy who has that much exposition about him I'm really very confused about what's going on with him, which does not seem like it should be possible at this point.

Jack was potentially a fun character but I feel her dad was so weird about her gender while I didn't have a solid grip on how she felt about it herself. It's implied that she has to be a man to join the gang and her dad allows it as long as she dresses masc and shoots guns but views her as neither man nor woman. Potentially fun concept.. I really wish we didn't end the movie with a casual non sequitur of her getting attacked by some random dudes. Do we not have enough women experiencing violence in this movie already. It's in every fuckign western I watch and I am just so tired of it.

idk. I think Red should've shot McGurk. It's not like he was Not shooting anyone else. Why would he shoot all those other guys and NOT McGurk. Maybe he thinks it's crueller to make him live knowing that he had to run away from Red. idk. Also why did we have those two (and a half? there's a brief moment where he talks to someone in a saloon?) sequences of the storyteller talking about the legend of Red Pierre? What did that add?

I did like some of the humor in this movie. Generally I think it was rather incoherent but had some fun along the way. Maybe too much, to a confusing degree. I also liked the costuming and how dusty and greasy everyone looks.

I feel like maybe the characterization was clearer in the book but falls flat or just seems confusing in a movie... this is just a theory though.

Anyways. Unexpected parallels between this movie and the other western I'd never heard about before finding it at a thrift store and making a tumblr post about, Gallowwalkers:

-Some kind of secret society of magical wizards which is vaguely Catholicism-flavored and described as a religious order despite having absolutely nothing to do with real world Catholicism

-Older, morally questionable gunfighter notices a conventionally attractive younger white boy and immediately goes "that's my new boy. I'm adopting him. Boy, hello, I am your new mentor, whether you want one or not. Come shoot people with me." In both cases it's so weird and flat and confusing that I don't even ship it, despite being a known freak and Wanting to...

-generally confusing movie. Too much going on that is never fully explained and yet the stuff that is explained gets too wordy.

Anyways I skipped through the credits to the end looking for some explanation of the ending and did get this:

To be continued?? you thought you were going to make another one of these? well that explains the ending I guess. oh well.

There actually WAS also a brief funny stinger of the shopkeeper whom Red and Jack held up and told to lie on the floor and count to 5000 reaching 4998 and going "To hell with this" and getting up. lol.

[mayalaen]

con 'verse au au

Because I can't get THIS POST out of my head. Dean/Cas AU of CON 'verse

“dude what the hell you just fucking rear ended me”

“I apologize. It was completely my fault. Give me a moment, and I'll call my insurance agent to see if I'm covered for this.”

“yeah, you better because im not fucking paying for this”

*cas gets on the phone* “I rear-ended someone, and I'm just going to kill him because I really don't want to pay him for it."

“what the fuck did you just say?”

“Do you mind? I'm having a private conversation with my insurance agent.”

*back on phone* “I killed my insurance agent because I did some digging and found out he killed his sister, so I don't have insurance. I need you to come pick up the body after I kill this guy. I'm on the side of the road.”

"are you fuckin' with me right now? bc this isn't funny"

*rolls his eyes* "Yes he's cute. No. NO! *sigh* Okay, yes I can ask him out instead, but I don't know why you always talk me out of things like this. No, I am NOT mixing up my feelings of attraction with my desire to murder!! I don't get crushes! You KNOW this!"

"seriously dude this isn't going to work. you owe me. you don't scare me at all"

*REALLY heavy sigh* "Fuck. You're right. I'm hard already, and all he's doing is bluffing because he's scared of me. Okay, I'll see you tomorrow. I may or may not bring him to meet you. Depends on how well this goes."

*gets off the phone* "Here's my number. Give me yours."

*stares for a moment* "you mean my insurance info?"

"Fine. Whatever. Yes. Your insurance info and your phone number."

*Dean hands Cas his business card and insurance card*

*Cas shifts awkwardly for a moment* "I'm not good at this part. Will you just come to breakfast with me? I don't like being around a lot of people, so I'll pick up some sandwiches from the place around the corner and we can eat in the park."

*clearly interested* "sandwiches for breakfast?"

*pulling a face* "Oh, I forgot most people like certain foods at certain times of the day for some reason."

"no it's okay i could go for a sandwich."

*hopeful* "Really? Even after what you just heard?"

*nodding* "yeah. it's the most fucked up but interesting pick-up line i've ever heard and i gotta be honest, i'm fucking sick of the tired smooth pick-up lines"

"Oh, well then I'll add that I can't wait to tie you up on my table and lick every inch of your body."

*considering for a split second* "okay let's go forget the fuckin sandwiches"

[queenvidal]

Only The Best

Negan x Reader (Wife No. 6)

Summary: Negan has a little suprise for his latest wife.

Wordcount: 829

Notes: Although I used a white woman in the picture, the story is written to be inclusive.

Masterlist / Negan x Wife No. 6 List

Carefully you turn the page of your book, leaning further back into the lounger you are currently occupying. Every once in a while you look up to the other women in the room, none of them paying you any mind, instead they are all focused on the door to the parlor. 

There was commotion in the hallway only a few minutes ago, hinting that the Saviors returned from their latest run. You are all waiting for their boss, your husband, to enter. 

And it is about fucking time!

Their trip was meant to take only about four days. Raiding an old warehouse outside of D.C - nice and easy. But they haven't been gone for just four days but a whole damn week and you've been sick with worry. Of course you trust in Negan's abilities and those of your men, but still sleep didn't come easy to you when they didn't show up by the end of the fourth day. 

Your gaze returns to your book again but keeping your focus is getting significantly harder. The tension in the room is getting really uncomfortable. It is dead silent besides the occasional rustle of the paper in your hands. None of the women are looking forward to the moment, when the big doors open and the quiet days are over once again. 

None of them but you. 

Truth is, you actually enjoy your husband's attention and as far as you can tell, you're the only one of the wives who is genuinely into him and he sure is into you, if his constant visits night and day are anything to go by.

Finally the big doors squeak open, tearing your eyes away from the page and making your head turn. Simon enters first, followed by Dwight and the man of the hour - Negan. 

"Ladies," he greets into the room, his eyes wandering from wife to wife until they find you. A bright grin splits his face and he beckons you forward with two fingers of his gloved hand. 

You smile in return and quickly discard the book. With a bit more sway in your hips than necessary, you make your way towards him, his eyes following your every movement. He runs his tongue over his lower lip, his smile growing wider with every step you take. 

"Hello, dear wife." He greets you, once you're finally in front of him. Your smile grows slightly at his words. 

"My dear husband," You greet him back. "What took you so long?" 

"Ran into some compilations that slowed us down, but I didn't come in here to talk about that shit." He tells you quite dismissively. 

You raise one of your eyebrows while looking at him expectantly, wanting him to continue. But instead of telling you what's on his mind, Negan reaches into the inner pockets of his jacket. "I've found something," He eventually says, retrieving what he's been searching for. 

A small and flat box, already scrunched up and badly withered. But before you can ask him about it, he opens the lid. 

You let out an audible gasp at the sight of the shimmering item in the box. "Negan, it's beautiful!" It's a delicate golden necklace with a small pendant consisting of three tiny but very shiny white stones. 

"I know. That's why you're getting it." He smiles at you, pleased with your reaction to the jewelry. "Turn around for me."

You do as you've been told, exposing your neck to him. Negan removes the sparkling jewelry from the box and discards it on the nearby table. With your neck on display, Negan admires the view only for a second longer before moving his arms around you to finally put the necklace on. 

Once it touches your skin, you hold up the pendant to get a better look at it. It's small but still absolutly stunning. With a bright smile on your lips, you turn around to face Negan again. “You know, I would have sucked your dick tonight even without a present.” 

That earns you a low chuckle from him. “Oh, you still gonna.” He places his hands on your waists and pulls you closer to him. “I want you to wear it tonight.”

“Of Course,” You tell him, resting your hands on his shoulders. “What’s the occasion?” 

“A little party for our men.” He shrugs. “Boosting their morale after that one fucking hell of a trip.” 

“You want me to dress up for the party?” You ask, already going through your closet in your mind.

But Negan just shakes his head slightly. “We two are not going. Gotta catch up one a full week after all.” 

Electricity is running down your spine and your imagination is already running wild on what you want to do to him. Slightly, you tilt your head to the side and with grinning on your face you coo, “Oh. So I'm gonna wear the necklace and just the necklace?”

Negan chuckles into your ear, causing goosebumps to rise on your skin "Exactly."

Masterlist / Negan x Wife No. 6 List

[danganronpasurvivoraskblog]

The Enemy of my Enemy is my Enemy.

Syobai: You sure it was a good idea for us to split up?

Aw, are you saying you're worried about me?

Syobai: Worried ain't right...Annoyed is more like it.

Oh come on Syobai-kun...I know I'm a liar, but you know I don't jerk you around when it comes to money!

You'll get your bonus, just make sure you do a good job.

Syobai: Fine, whatever...Just still, if I gotta ask, why exactly are we doin' this? We coulda' ignored the recall, right? We ain't got no business in this.

Hmmmm...Good question...

I guess, if I had to give an answer...Besides you guys, Shumai and co are...the only friends I've got. I'm not so cold that I'd leave them behind...at least not anymore...

???: Kaito!? Maki!? Kirumi!?

Hm?

*Kokichi hears a voice and lets his gaze guide him towards it. He sees a familiar figure panicking in the middle of the hall.

Ugh...Where did you guys go!?

I'm gonna call you back, Syobai-kun...

*Kokichi hangs up.

Yo, Shumai!

...!?

AYAYAYAYAY! Don't shoot! DON'T SHOOT!

*As soon as Kokichi approaches him, Shuichi readies his gun.

...What...was the name...of the first member of the Four Horsemen that tried to run your Cabaret out of business...!?

Are you out of your fucking mind-!?

ANSWER ME!

AH-UH-THE-YOSAKU FUJITA! Fujita!

...

Hah...

*Shuichi lowers his gun.

You're really here...

Yeah, why wouldn't I be?

Things have gotten crazy around here...I had to make sure you weren't an imposter...

Ah...I see...And you got separated from your team, right?

Guess we'd better go find them, huh?

Wait, hold on a second...

Mm?

If you really are the real Kokichi, what are you doing here?

I know you probably got the recall alert but...you're not Future Foundation...So why are you doing this?

So I can steal Zetsubou's resources and use them for MY plan of world domination!

...Is that so?

Yeah, but I gotta eliminate some competition first. Hope you don't mind.

Heh...