#i hope you know that you do mean A WHOLE LOT to me still

[kanansdume]

You started these tags with "oof" and I went back to re-read the second part of this post and... yeah, oof is about how I feel, too. Oh how hopeful I was for something good to come out of that show, BOTH shows actually since I was looking at Mandalorian season 3 as well it seems.

This post is already a little long, so I'll put the rest under a cut, but tl;dr is that I think you're giving the people writing in the Mandoverse SO MUCH more credit than they deserve and they'll likely never do anything good or creative with these characters again.

I don't think that making Sabine a Jedi had anything to do with Sabine at all. A lot of people have pointed out that Sabine is acting like a bratty teenager despite being literally 30 years old and that she feels a lot like an ANAKIN stand-in so that Ahsoka can figure out her feelings about Anakin through her relationship to Sabine. We know that the Rebels Search for Ezra storyline got combined with Ahsoka's show and that they weren't originally intended to be the same story. So it makes sense that Ahsoka likely HAD a padawan-figure originally who was probably a new character and that they just replaced that character with Sabine when things got combined, regardless of what that would mean for Sabine's character.

Sabine doesn't even grow or learn anything by the end of the show. I've see people try to argue that when she left Ezra behind in order to save Ahsoka that it showed she'd grown from when she abandoned everything to save Ezra, except... she's literally just making the same choice for a different person. Thrawn is LEAVING and the whole point of jumping onto his ship is to try to STOP HIM or something, and instead of doing that and helping Ezra, she runs back because one person's life is at stake and now Ezra is alone on that ship and Sabine never has to face the consequences of her own actions. Personally, that doesn't feel like any actual growth to me or like she's learned from the mistake she made by going to get Ezra. The narrative itself doesn't even seem to think that it WAS a mistake she needs to learn from, which leaves her character with literally nowhere to go.

If they were going to bring her back to Mandalore as a leader, they probaby would've been EMPHASIZING her connection to Mandalore rather than basically erasing it. It would've made more sense to leave her family ALIVE, even just ONE of them, to give her more of a connection to that cause. But no, aside from her wearing the armor, there's absolutely no indication she gives a flying shit about Mandalore or its people anymore.

So even if they DID start pushing Sabine in the direction of being a leader again, I wouldn't like it. THIS Sabine should never lead anybody ever. THIS Sabine is a selfish piece of shit who is willing to unleash Thrawn upon the galaxy just to get what she wants. REBELS era Sabine was awesome, and had the makings of a great ruler. REBELS era Sabine had learned mercy and patience and selflessness by the end of the show, while THIS fucking Sabine is impatient, impetuous, irresponsible, and selfish. Nobody should EVER allow the Ahsoka show version of Sabine anywhere NEAR a leadership position, and if they try to do it, it'll just be unbelievably bad writing. Perhaps hilariously bad writing, it could be amusing to see them attempt to make that claim, but it'd still be bad.

And, as you mentioned, they've already put Bo-Katan in as the leader of Mandalore for the THIRD TIME and, ostensibly, destroyed the Dark Saber. There doesn't seem to be any real planning around who gets put in as the leader of Mandalore, to be honest, it just kind-of flip flops and goes to whoever they deem most convenient in the moment. Sabine was being set up for it for a minute until they decided it would be problematic with what they wanted to do with her later in Rebels, so they threw it at Bo-Katan with no good reason. Then they took it away from Bo-Katan in The Mandalorian so that they could set Din up to take on leadership of Mandalore except that then they decided they didn't really like that so they abandoned all of that set-up and tossed it back at Bo-Katan because, hell, she's already there isn't she, might as well just give it back to her because THAT'S satisfying to see! So, sure, MAYBE they'll give it back to Sabine and take it away from Bo-Katan AGAIN later on, maybe Bo-Katan will die fighting Thrawn and so Sabine gets put back in as an option, but I don't have a single ounce of belief that it'll make any sense or feel in any way satisfying.

For all that the Mandoverse is focused on Mandalorians in the extreme, I don't feel like they're writing them all that well or care all that much about giving these characters good strong narratives. Sabine is just the latest in a string of terrible writing choices for their Mando characters.

Sabine Wren is not just the true wielder of the Darksaber, but the only one who should’ve been chosen to rule Mandalore and I will die on that hill.

The entire point of Sabine’s whole arc through the show is that she is learning JEDI VALUES, that she’s learning that the Mandalorian way has its place, but it also has so many flaws and that it’s what has led Mandalore to fight itself into dust. She’s impatient and distrustful and learns to listen with Hera about Fulcrum. She’s more inclined to kill someone out of anger until she learns the value of mercy and second chances from Kanan with Fenn Rau. She tries to pretend her problems don’t exist and won’t truly face them until she learns to wield the Darksaber with Kanan and then goes to make amends with her family. The entire episode with her familiy shows how Sabine brings together everything she’s learned: she waits and listens to her family’s grievances, understanding exactly how her actions impacted them, and then she shows mercy to Gar Saxon rather than killing him after her win like a true Mandalorian would.

Having Bo-Katan claim that the Mandalorian way is a way of MERCY, when we’re intentionally told and shown that Sabine’s willingness to show mercy explicitly goes against her Mandalorian upbringing and teachings and was something she learned from Hera, and from Kanan and his Jedi teachings, is really insulting. The Mandalorian way, as shown through Rebels, is NOT one of mercy, that’s the entire point. Sabine recognizes that, recognizes that that’s what’s caused them so much misery, caused them to turn on each other so much that their planet hasn’t ever had the chance to heal and regrow.

Bo-Katan even says IN THIS EPISODE that Sabine represents the best of what they have been in the past as well as the best of what they could someday become. That Sabine is a true leader.

To have Sabine turn around and say that the Darksaber came to her, after she EARNED IT, for the FIRST time since Tarre Viszla she truly EARNED the Darksaber, just so she could pass it on to Bo-Katan, someone who once gleefully helped set a village on fire after the people she was helping subjugate tried to resist?

I’m sorry, but no.

Sabine Wren is Tarre Viszla’s true successor. Not just as the wielder of the Darksaber, but as Mandalore’s uniter, as its truest ruler. Sabine Wren has the patience and mercy and wisdom of a Jedi with the passion and mettle of a Mandalorian warrior. She has learned to listen as well as she fights, and she has learned how to appreciate different points of view and how to bring them together to create a whole greater than the sum of its parts.

The Darksaber came to her because Sabine Wren always had the capacity to use it to fulfill Tarre Viszla’s vision, to unite Mandalore, to save it from itself, to make it more than it is. The Darksaber came to her specifically because Sabine has the greatest ability to lead Mandalore into a peaceful future.

[accio-victuuri]

my thoughts on xz’s spring festival debut and loch 📝

“Every role leaves something in me or takes something away from me. The character of Guo Jing is very powerful. His perseverance and persistence subtly gave me a lot of support and faith later on.” - xiao zhan

just a few disclaimers before i start:

1. i’m a cpf. this is a cpf blog but i also identify as xz and wyb’s career fan. meaning i care about the impact of their works to the general public. i’m tagging this post with xiao zhan on it cause it’s mainly about him, but if you already hate cpfs, then save yourself the trouble and scroll along. if you still read this and wanna say something, do it on your own blog.

2. this is not the place to compare xz and wyb’s spring festival bo debuts. nor is this a place for conspiracies.

3. i haven’t watched loch. i am not well versed in the whole lore behind it.

okay, now i can start 😅😅😅

As soon as XZ was announced to play the role of Guo Jing in Tsui Hark’s new movie — we all knew that it’s a great opportunity and at the same time, a huge responsibility. Legend of The Condor Heroes is a beloved story/franchise with multiple remakes so this movie had to bring something fresh to the audience. Tsui Hark is a celebrated director, but it’s not a guarantee of excellent results. I’m personally not familiar with his works ( yep, cause i’m uncultured lol ) so at the time i was okay, cool. However, i trusted the people both fans and the public who had mostly good things to say.

It was also pretty obvious that this movie will be screened during Spring Festival. It’s a no brainer. A big IP and movie like this should be released during the biggest box office day in China.

You also have Xiao Zhan. The god of wealth. A traffic star who brings in the money and is a talented Actor. He also has a solid and dedicated fanbase.

However, to those of us who are familiar with how the SF box-office works, fans alone cannot sustain it. The key is to capture the General public’s favor to grow the numbers and to get more cinemas to screen your Movie during the SF holiday. They call it “word of mouth” — when people give good reviews, more people will be encouraged to give it a try. If you are someone on SF holiday, you can probably watch 1-2 ( 3 at most possibly ) movies from the lineup. So it’s critical that LOCH will come up as something you would wanna watch based on what you read online ( or offline ) even if it’s not your 1st choice. I was hoping LOCH fans will come in, but i was also afraid cause they will be the most critical. They know the source material, they possibly watched all the iterations, so they will be the toughest to please.

The showing came later than we anticipated but it was fine. Editing and all the special effects always take up most of the time anyway. ✨

Weeks before the holiday, Nezha 2 announced it was gonna join the Spring Festival line up. This alone was a sure bet that this movie was gonna dominate the Box Office. no question. It’s a popular character and a family-friendly film. A first choice kind of movie if you will. There’s also Fengshen Part II with it’s own set of fans and considering how big the first movie earned, you would think they were gonna come back for Part II.

LOCH still prevailed tho, The pre-sale numbers dominated 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼

in reality, these are mostly fans. which is not a bad thing at all. having LOCH at the top of the pre sales creates a good buzz around it. if you are someone thinking of what to watch, and don’t know much about the line up, it would be good to pick the most anticipated film 🫶🏼

(this photo does not represent the final numbers before opening)

I wanna add too that this year’s promotion for SF movies is next level. They have really done well in making sure that the public knows what movies are out there for them to watch.

The first day for a movie like LOCH with a big pre-sale will show a small rise because people who wanna see it on Day 1 mostly have bought it already. It was still steady tho, It broke 14 box office records which is mostly for the martial arts genre ✨

There are also mostly positive reviews about XZ’s performance like this one ( i will share more on my blog as they come ) and critics. Which is fine. we know it’s not gonna be all praises anyway. One review that went high up on HS was from Nanfeng daily, which is more of a discussion on the story’s flaws. I won’t share it here anymore, but the article was talking about the weak plot and how the two leads having basically no chemistry. I also looked into this other blogger ( who is pretty consistent with reviews and not just one who popped up lately ) one which I think fairly described the shortcomings —-

The film adapted the content of chapters 34-40 of the original novel. It is a story about the integration of the martial arts world into the post-war world, involving the love line of Guo Jing and Huang Rong + the national war line + the martial arts line. The main part of the martial arts line is the previous situation before the 34th chapter, which is the foreshadowing of love and war. It can't be less, nor more. The question that needs to be considered here is how to explain so many martial arts stories before, flashbacks? Arrange information in the lines? Connect events and insert back? Or is there a more clever method?

As a result, The Legend of the Condor Heroes didn't think so much, and just went straight to the "PPT". The first hour was a long, fragmented and incomplete account of the story, and the two leading actors took turns to read the narration to tell the previous story. This is not called The Legend of the Condor Heroes, but "Reading most of The Legend of the Condor Heroes in x minutes".

This is not enough. I don't know if Tsui Hark is taking revenge on someone. It's already a PPT, and the two protagonists are reading letters to each other in the air, with narration superimposed on narration. The audience is like a class in the first half.

AGAIN. I haven’t watched the movie but I think, i get where this going. It seems to me that the screenwriter should have done better. Xiao Zhan can only do so much hard work and bring in talent, but if the story is all over the place, it’s gonna be hard to market to a random viewer.

As of writing, LOCH is on HS and the topic is about the supposed deleted scenes. Getting rid of those didn’t help the flow of the story obviously. There is a post going around that talks about that I will partly share below:

In the original script, Guo Jing's expedition to the west and return to the south are closely integrated. The complete character arcs of all the main characters in the movie, the Western Expedition is also in the film.

The film has spent a lot of effort and resources to visualize Wu Mu's will, war, and animals. The essence of the play, this entire section was taken away for review, and a lot of the plot needs to be reviewed later. The dubbing of the previous part continues, and some memories and inserts of the previous part are added. The broadcast becomes even more fragmented, resulting in incoherent plots.

Guo Jing experienced the suffering of all living beings in the war, and Huang Rong's role of leading the Beggars' Gang is gone, and the early adaptations make it even more miserable.

Some of the character arcs are incomplete.

Then it goes to talk about the cuts ( censorship ) caused by sensitive subjects that may cause diplomacy issues.

We still have a few more days for things to take a turn and I will update this blog for that. LOCH can also run even beyond this season and get more Box Office numbers. I have to admit this post i’m making is premature cause we are only days in, but by experience, the early days will usually tell you what’s gonna happen moving forward.

( as of writing, nezha leads with 1.5 billion and loch at 500 million )

A few more points:

• The film was promoted heavily around Tsui Hark being the director. It didn’t live up to expectations and this is why some negative reviews are coming. This is such a big production with lots of moving parts and it seems like it didn’t all fit. Some antis are saying that XZ fans are “blaming” again but this time i guess it’s valid. i’m not saying XZ was perfect either, i’m sure there is room for improvement but he can’t fix the story.

• 🍤🍤🍤 were too confident. it’s not a secret that I have no love for these sea creatures but they were boasting a lot. AND NOW HERE WE ARE.

this has always been my frustration. the karma is getting them. but is also directly affecting XZ who worked hard on this film. who didn’t tell them to do these nasty things. i also see people who wouldn’t even consider LOCH cause at some point 🍤🍤🍤 were rude to their bias before.

it’s like, people wanna see the 🍤 fandom fail. not xz. just the nasty 🍤🍤🍤 who offended a lot of people online at some point.

my god. they really don’t deserve XZ 😭😭😭😭

• the issue of unfair screening times and slots are also being brought up by fans. all i have to say is, welcome to the spring festival clownery. welcome to the movie world, you all must be new here. it doesn’t mean people can’t complain and be frustrated. what i’m saying is LOCH isn’t the first movie to experience this. it happens every year. it happens every big film holiday. this is not the land of dramas where streaming and rating works. Movies are different. if there is anything I learned, it’s more vicious.

• some are also complaining about cinemas refunding their tickets saying there is technical issues. only to find out that they are replacing the showing for a different movie. this is so shady 💀 but again, it’s all about the money. T___T

• the theme of the movie is also not popular at the moment. TH was saying it’s time to bring back films & stories like this again. I found this article that explains my point:

Jin Yong is an idol of previous generations. In their eyes, he has gradually become a tall but distant statue. Tsui Hark's embrace of Jin Yong's IP again is an outlet for the film market to seek a breakthrough in the predicament. He tried to add mainstreaming, genre innovation, traffic stars and other means to revitalize Jin Yong's IP. There is a logical component, but there is also the possibility of success and risk.

The younger generation of audiences who are not Jin Yong fans have not actually broken off their understanding of the martial arts spirit, but they have chosen new works as carriers. For example, the audio novel "Snow Sword" labeled as "martial arts novel" has been played 2.92 billion times on a certain platform, which is far more than the number of audio books of Jin Yong's works. To some extent, the "traditional chivalry" written by Jin Yong is quite different from the "cool martial arts" that the new audience likes, which combines magic, games, and VR.

In fact, from the pre-sale results to the current box office results, it can be seen that the market and the audience still have high expectations and sufficient space for martial arts themes. The altruistic spirit and noble character naturally carried by the martial arts spirit will still make young people curious and have a strong desire to follow and imitate. For the filmmakers, the difficulty of the creative challenge is far greater than the market opportunity-the care and empathy for individual growth, the assumption of social responsibility, etc., still need the work to provide a new interpretation.

After Jin Yong passed away, someone said, "It's not the end of an era, it's the beginning of an era." What this sentence means is that the spirit of martial arts will never become obsolete, but it needs to be updated from time to time. In addition to constantly exploring new forms of expression of martial arts, we must also strive to find new soil for the spirit of martial arts to land. Only in this way can the spirit of martial arts remain high and vigorous in the hearts of generations.

• the goal for xz ( and wyb ) is to be popular and liked by the general public. having a solid solo fandom definitely has it perks but situations like this — they should have a good reputation. the movie/drama must also be exceptional for it to “get out of the circle”. a movie they make should not be “a movie for fans” but for everyone to enjoy.

Let me wrap this up with some good news tho, because international fans can make a difference. To the countries that are going to have screenings, you can contribute by watching and sharing your reviews! 💕 it’s the essence of fandom, to enjoy the content and be happy with the experience. it’s too easy to get caught up with the competitive nature of the SF movie season cause it’s a favorite topic on weibo, but it’s better to celebrate Xiao Zhan’s Spring Festival Movie debut 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼

I have absolute faith in XZ’s strength as an actor and that time will tell us the truth. right now, the black propaganda is strong cause they have to manipulate public opinion really quick ( i’m not saying all negative reviews are antis but you know what i mean & viewers are expected to be extra critical of XZ cause of how famous he is! ). His talent will shine through. He will have more movies/dramas that are gonna be better than this and we are here to support him. Box-office numbers is not the measure of XZ’s success in playing Guo Jing. I haven’t seen it but knowing XZ’s care for the characters he plays, seeing the training he went through — he did him justice.

-END.

[justabigassnerd]

In Another Life pt. 2

Pairing - Jackson Genrette x reader (Kook!JJ AU)

Word Count - 4,829

Series Warnings - swearing, smoking, angst, fluff, violence, weapons, blood, injuries, death, canon divergence (it's an AU innit?), drugs, alcohol, verbal & physical abuse

Summary - In another life, JJ Maybank was known by the name Jackson Genrette. The son of Larissa Genrette and grandson of Wes Genrette, making him the sole heir of Goat Island. Instead of being associated with surfing and smoking. Jackson was associated with the country club and yachts. Yet despite his unending wealth and Kook status, Jackson found himself intrigued by the adventures of the Pogues and found himself dragged along on an adventure he never could’ve anticipated.

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A/N - it's time for part two of this series y'all! I truly hope y'all are enjoying this because I'm absolutely loving writing it and I just want to make you guys happy because you guys mean the world to me. as per y'all, please send in requests, feedback, and enjoy!!!

The next morning, you awoke to John B rapping his knuckles on your door before he opened it.

“Hey, come on, we’ve got a whole lot of nothing to do.” John B says, quickly dodging the pillow you hurled in his direction as it bounced off the wall.

“Give me a minute.” You reply, your voice muffled by the pillow as you tug the covers over your head.

“Alright, just hurry up, we’re picking Pope and Kie up when you’re ready.” John B says before closing your door to give you some privacy. Once John B shut the door, you sat up, rubbing at your eyes before forcing yourself out of bed and heading to the shower. To your displeasure, the water was coming through cold which meant the power had still not come back on. Once you finished your shower, you changed into some shorts and a crop top before heading out to the living room, unsurprised to find John B was missing. Taking the chance you had, you dug your hand into your jacket pocket, extracting the napkin Jackson had handed to you the day before and pulled your phone out of your shorts pocket, thumbs hovering over the ‘add new contact’ button as you stared at the number. You debated on texting him to ask if he wanted to join you and your friends or to see if he wanted to hang out at a later date.

“What’s this?” John B says, announcing his return as he snatches the napkin from your hand, holding it up out of your reach as you attempt to reach it.

“Give it back, John B.” You say, reaching for the napkin as John B laughs.

“Hang on I’m trying to see what all the fuss is about.” John B says, eyes squinting to read what was scribbled on the napkin.

“John B-”

“Wait have you got someone’s number? Who is it?” John B asks as you finally manage to wrench the napkin from his grip.

“It’s none of your business.” You say, folding the napkin up and shoving it back in your jacket pocket.

“Come on, y/n/n. You’re practically my sister, I need to make sure anyone trying to flirt with you is good for you.” John B insists with a groan.

“Firstly, this person wasn’t flirting with me, they were being friendly. Secondly, I can look after myself if anyone tries anything.” You say firmly, shoving your phone back in your pocket as you turn to face John B.

“So, if they were just being friendly, why can’t you tell me who it is? You know I won’t stop bugging you until you tell me.” John B says slinging an arm over your shoulder as you roll your eyes, debating on whether you tell John B about what had happened the day before.

“If I tell you, you have to promise not to freak out.” You say as the two of you leave the Chateau, making your way towards the dock where HMS Pogue is moored.

“You have my word, I won’t freak out.” John B says as the two of you walk down the dock, hopping on the boat as you move to untie the rope.

“Okay, fine. It was Jackson Genrette’s number.” You say with a sigh, not missing how John B’s eyes widened slightly, turning to stare at you, shock written all over his face.

“Jackson Genrette… as in the Kook who lives on Goat Island?” John B asks incredulously as you step onto the boat, nodding slightly as you sit down, discarding the rope in the boat.

“Yeah. His family are at the country club most weekends. He helped me out of a situation with Rafe.” You explain, leaning back against your elbows as John B starts the engine.

“A situation wit- wait what did Rafe do?” John B asks worriedly, looking over his shoulder as you get to your feet, moving to stand alongside him.

“The usual. He demanded drinks and when I asked him what drinks he wanted he got pissed that I couldn’t mind read or some shit and he grabbed me by the shirt so I slammed against the bar. Jackson stepped in and got Rafe and Topper to back off. Even tried to give me some cash as an apology.” You explain, watching as John B processes what you’ve said.

“Rafe is such an asshole. You’re not hurt are you?” John B asks, looking over at you.

“Nah, just a little sore after it happened but I’ve had worse. Jackson hung out with me on my break, showed me a pretty good spot to hang out, and I guess you could say we’re somewhat friendly now.” You say, your hand subconsciously winding around your middle, silently thankful that you didn’t bruise from the interaction with Rafe, not that anyone would’ve noticed or cared if you were.

“Damn, moving up in the world, aren’t you? Going after a Kook like Jackson.” John B muses with a laugh, reaching out to ruffle your hair as you swat at his hand.

“Jackson and I are friendly, that’s it. Besides it’s not like you haven’t been eye-fucking Sarah Cameron every chance you get. Sometimes I think that’s the reason you took the job working for Ward.” You retort, finally swatting his hand away and then deciding to ruffle his hair in retaliation.

“Sarah Cameron? You think I want Sarah Cameron of all people?” John B asks, shoving your hand away as his mouth gapes open.

“It’s obvious. You definitely have a thing for her. Shame she’s with Topper if you ask me.” You say, folding your arms across your chest.

“Oh, and I bet you don’t have a thing for Jackson Genrette since you were so eager to spend your work break with him.” John B says with a raised eyebrow, ignoring your scoff.

“There is nothing between me and Jackson Genrette, we’ve barely had one conversation.” You say, still insisting that John B is wrong.

“Did he or did he not give you his number yesterday?” John B asks, looking over at you pointedly, smirking at your silence.

“Exactly. Even if you haven’t got a thing for him, he’s clearly interested in you. But you’re better than that, I know you’d never date a Kook.” John B says, focusing on driving the boat towards the dock outside Pope’s house and family restaurant. Not wanting to dwindle on the subject any more, you notice Pope and quickly stand up, calling over to him with a smile.

“Yo, Pope!” You call out to your friend, noticing him sweeping the dock with his dad nearby.

“Hey guys,” Pope replies, smiling over at you as John B kills the engine so the HMS Pogue can slowly sidle up alongside.

“You coming?” John B asks, gesturing for Pope to come and join you.

“No, he ain’t.” Pope’s dad, Heyward says quickly, staring over at you and John B.

“Aw come on Heyward. The day after a hurricane is a free day, that’s the island rules.” You say with a shrug, grinning over at Heyward as he folds his arms across his chest.

“Yeah, come on Pope, a day out on the water. We’re picking Kie up too. A Pogue day.” John B says, both of you trying to convince Heyward to let Pope join you on the boat.

“I’m sorry Pops. I promise I’ll do my chores later.” Pope says apologetically, hopping on the boat the moment it passes by the dock as you cheer, hugging Pope while Heyward, rolls his eyes, getting in one final scolding towards Pope before you continue in the direction of Figure Eight.

“Kie said she’s bringing food for us.” You say, your eyes fixed on your phone as you read the text from Kiara.

“Good, because all we’ve got are beers.” John B says with a laugh, gesturing at the cooler he had loaded onto the boat before you’d even woken up.

“That’s better than the blunts I got in my pocket.” You laugh, pulling out the couple of blunts you had rolled after getting ready for the day.

“I’m glad Kie has some common sense because we’d be struggling if we got stuck on an island somewhere with your priorities being beer and weed,” Pope says as you all laugh. Before too long, you’re pulling up by the dock outside the Wreck and helping Kiara into the boat, taking the cooler from her and placing it alongside the beer cooler as John B continues to drive the HMS Pogue away from all the houses and restaurants and towards the marshes. You pull your lighter out of your pocket and light one of your blunts, taking an expertly trained inhale, exhaling the smoke and offering it to Kiara who takes the blunt happily while John B tosses you all a beer. The journey was fun, filled with laughter and smiles until the boat caught on something, sending you all lurching forward, making you lose balance and almost end up in the water.

“Holy shit, what was that?” Kiara asks as you all straighten up, all of you glancing into the water to see what the boat could’ve gotten caught on.

“The channel must’ve changed,” Pope mutters as all of you stretch, easing your muscles from the sudden throw.

“Wait, what’s that?” You point out, noticing something in the water and everyone moves to where you were stood and looking in the direction you pointed.

“Is that a boat?” Pope asks as you all stare at it. You quickly exchange a look with the others before pulling your clothes off, exposing your swimwear before you all dive into the water, submerging beneath the waves and down to the boat, studying it carefully before returning to the surface.

“Shit, that’s a Grady-White. Those things aren’t cheap.” You say as the four of you make your way back over to the HMS Pogue, hauling yourselves back into the boat.

“That’s definitely the boat I saw when we were surfing the surge.” John B says, glancing from Pope to you and Kiara.

“What idiot would take their boat out in a hurricane?” You ask, glancing over at the water again, wondering who the owner of the boat was.

“That’s what I’m going to figure out y/n.” John B says, retrieving the anchor from one of the boat's compartments as you cock an eyebrow.

“You cannot be serious,” Kiara mutters.

“You better not die Routledge I swear.” You say, trying not to let any worry seep into your voice. With a salute in acknowledgement to your words, John B stepped backwards into the water and quickly submerged, leaving you and the others to anxiously wait.

“He’s going to be okay, right?” You ask, glancing over at Pope and Kiara, before fumbling for your shorts, digging in the pockets, grabbing the spare blunt and your lighter, lighting the end, and taking a drag to ease your worries.

“He’ll be fine, y/n/n. He’s a good swimmer.” Pope says assuringly as you nod, trying to force your brain to believe his words. You took another drag of your blunt as your eyes anxiously scanned the water, searching for any sign of John B. You weren’t usually anxious when it came to you or any of your friends exploring the water, after all, you and your friends were practically raised on the water. You had all grown up using boats, surfing and swimming in the channels and the ocean but after Big John had disappeared at sea you couldn’t help but worry whenever your friends did dangerous things in and around the water. You didn’t want to lose anyone else you cared for.

Before your worries could get more intense, John B returned to the surface, inhaling sharply as his head broke the water. Pope rushed to haul the anchor in while you and Kiara moved to help John B climb back into the boat.

“Damn, on the second blunt already?” John B jokes as he swims closer, not missing the blunt sticking out of the corner of your mouth.

“I was worrying about your dumb ass.” You retort, offering him a hand to help him into the boat.

“Did you find anything that could lead us to the owner?” Kiara asks as John B climbs into the boat.

“No, but I did find a motel key.” John B says, holding up the key in his hand.

“Well, now what?” Pope asks, glancing from person to person.

“We take it to the police I guess? I mean what are we supposed to do?” Kiara says with a shrug as you take another drag of your blunt before offering it over to Kiara.

“You know they won’t be happy if you show up high,” Pope mutters as you roll your eyes.

“Luckily I don’t give a shit if they’re happy with me or not. We’re reporting a shipwreck, they should be happy we’re doing that in the first place.” You mutter grumpily, taking the blunt back from Kiara. The police gave no shits about Pogues and you knew it. You never bothered to make a positive impression on them because you knew they viewed you the same way they viewed your parents and you quickly learnt it wasn’t worth trying to prove to them that you were any different.

“Pope’s not wrong y/n/n, ditch the blunt.” John B says, making you roll your eyes, stumping the blunt out on the side of the boat.

“When did you get boring?” You ask, side-eyeing John B as he shoots you a glare.

“I’m not- look the police might take us seriously if we take it seriously, you know?” John B says with a shrug, making you exhale sharply before finally nodding.

“Fine.” You concede, deciding it wasn’t worth arguing any more and just spending the rest of the journey listening in silence to what the others were discussing.

When you eventually dock near the triage area the police had set up, you all get off the boat and make your way into the building, John B clutching the keys in his hand as you all follow him.

“Hey, we found a boat.” John B says, all of you approaching the officer who was mid-conversation with a woman clutching a dog leash.

“You wanna hear this.” You try to interject, attempting to get the officer's attention when he holds a hand up suddenly.

“Look, whatever it is you kids are up to, we’re not falling for it.” He replies sharply, glaring at each of you in turn.

“We’re not messing around, I swear. We found a sunken boat and-” John B starts, suddenly cut off by people beginning to get rowdy, annoyed by you and your friends jumping the line.

“Just get outta here kids,” the officer says, shooing you all away as people surge forward, pushing you and your friends back as you make your way out of the area.

“What did I tell you? They don’t give a shit about us.” You mutter as you all exit the building, making your way back over to where the HMS Pogue was moored.

“I could do without the attitude, y/n/n.” John B says, glancing over at you as you shrug unapologetically.

“What’s our next move?” Kiara asks as she and the others board the boat while you untie it from the dock before hopping on yourself.

“Let’s check out that motel room. That could give us some answers.” John B then says, shrugging as he studies the key, looking for a name and room number.

“And that’s the exact opposite of what we should do.” Pope tries, looking between you all.

“Aw come on, it’ll be fun. I’ll be lookout.” Kiara says, smiling sweetly as Pope looks to you in a last-ditch effort to get at least one person on his side.

“Screw it, I’m in. But I’m not going on lookout, that’s boring.” You say, teasing Kiara as she rolls her eyes, punching you in the shoulder lightly as you laugh. With a plan now set, John B starts the engine and begins heading off in the direction of the motel.

When you begin to approach the motel, you can’t help but grimace at the appearance of the building, seeing all the damage the hurricane had caused.

“And here I thought the Chateau got the worst of it.” You mumble, surveying the damage that the hurricane had caused to the area.

“Is this a motel or a meth lab? That’s the question.” John B replies, making you chuckle slightly as you moor the boat on land.

“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” Pope mutters as John B joins you on land.

“All you gotta do is make sure no one catches us.” You say, reaching over to pat Pope on the shoulder.

“Exactly, it’s the easiest job. Just chill out here with Kie, we’ll be back.” John B says, slinging an arm over your shoulder as you both grin innocently at Pope before backing away and making your way towards the motel.

“Imagine we get up here and we find someone having a dirty affair or something. Ooh! Maybe they faked a shipwreck so they could run off with their affair partner?” You say as you make your way up the stairs with John B, checking each door number as you walk.

“I think if someone faked a shipwreck for the sake of running away with an affair partner, they wouldn’t still be in the OBX.” John B replies, lightly slapping the back of your head.

“Hear me out. Fake a shipwreck, hide out in a motel and wait for your affair partner to come and meet up with you, and then you run off into the sunset together. Is that not a master plan?” You ask, turning to look at John B as you both walk.

“To you, it’s a master plan. To anyone else, that’s too much effort. They’d just up and leave.” John B replies, rolling his eyes as you huff lightly, both of you stopping short in front of a door.

“This is it.” John B says, checking the number on the key before glancing up at the door. You take a step forward, knocking sharply on the door.

“Hello?” You call out in a sing-songy voice before knocking again, waiting for an answer. When you get no response, you exchange a look with John B.

“No one’s in.” John B mutters, deciding to use the key. You wait, tense, as John B unlocks the door, preparing for someone to jump out at you. When the door is pushed open to reveal an empty room, you both enter, immediately scouring for any sort of information that could point you in the direction of the mystery shipwreck owner.

“Hey, there’s a safe here.” You point out after a couple of minutes of searching and opening a door, noticing the small box, immediately trying to open it, unsurprised to find that it was locked.

“Okay, you look for a code. I’ll try some combinations.” John B says, patting your shoulder as you nod, moving to search the room. You flick through pieces of paper, offering random possible codes to John B and sigh when you’re met with a shake of the head. After shuffling some more papers and maps wondering if the co-ordinates written down had any significance, you catch sight of a scribbled-down sequence of numbers, making your eyebrows furrow.

“Hey, John B.” You say, crossing to your friend and handing him the piece of paper. With the paper in hand, John B inputs the code into the safe, and both of you light up when the safe unlocks, allowing you to see the contents of the safe.

“Is that?” John B questions, pointing out an object in the safe and you immediately reach for it, extracting a gun from the safe.

“Holy shit. Whoever was staying here was nervous about something. Probably something to do with the stacks of cash.” You say, admiring the gun, flipping it over and over in your hands as you fiddle with the weapon.

“y/n,  can you please be careful with that?” John B warns, wary of how you were handling the gun.

“C’mon John B I’ve never held a gun before. Shit, this is so cool. I mean my old man has one but you know he’d never let me go near it.” You say, dismissively waving a hand towards John B as you cross to the safe, grabbing stacks of cash.

“y/n, will you just-”

“Chill out. I’m just looking. Besides with how much money’s in here I’m sure they won’t miss a stack or two.” You cut John B off, leafing through the bills and counting how much money you were holding in your hands. As you continue to search for something that could point you in the direction of the owner of the boat, you hear a faint tapping against the window. You turn to John B, both of you confused as he approaches the window, ducking under the blinds before rushing over to the other window.

“What? What is it?” You question, concerned by John B’s sudden movement.

“Cops.” John B mutters and as if cued perfectly, a sharp knock rang out through the room as you and John B dart away from the door. Without thinking, you shove the gun into the waistband of your shorts and stuff as much of the cash as you can into your pockets while John B shuts the safe.

“Kildare County Sheriff’s Department.” Your eyes widen at the all-familiar voice of Shoupe and your eyes flick around the room, searching for a way out.

“Window.” John B whispers, shoving you in the direction of the window and you quickly scramble to open it, climbing through it and tucking yourself against the wall as John B does the same, closing the window behind him as you both exchange a worried glance. The closed blinds concealed your presence but you both knew Shoupe liked to be thorough in his searches and the chances were he might look outside. You glanced over in the direction of where the HMS Pogue was docked, noticing Pope and Kiara waving madly at you, attempting to get you both to come down but when they noticed you weren’t moving, they sat down on the boat, impatiently waiting.

You and John B listen anxiously as Shoupe enters the room with Plumb by his side, both of them pulling on gloves as they begin to investigate the scene. You continuously peek through the gap in the blinds, anxious as to whether they’d consider looking out the window. You watch as Shoupe discovers the safe, opens it up and holds up some money for Plumb. As you shuffled to try and hear them better, your hand bumped against the gun that had been haphazardly shoved into your waistband, sending it clattering across the roof and landing with a thud on the large trash can below.

“Shit.” You mutter quietly, pressing yourself impossibly further against the wall, John B mirroring your actions as you hear the blinds open, meaning that someone is looking out the window. You wait with bated breath, anxious as to whether you’ll be discovered or not.

“Come on, let’s go. There’s no one here.” Shoupe says and you let out a quiet sigh of relief when you hear the two packing up and leaving the room.

“That was too close.” John B scolds you as you climb off the roof, lowering yourself onto the large trash can, scooping up the gun and bolting over to the HMS Pogue with John B by your side.

“What the hell were you two doing? Shoupe could’ve caught you guys.” Pope asks, exasperation clear in his voice as he starts the boat.

“But he didn’t, did he?” You ask, voice oozing with confidence as you settle on the boat, sitting alongside Kiara as you admire the gun in your hand.

“No thanks to you dropping that gun.” John B says, making you roll your eyes.

“I didn’t do it on purpose. Besides, now we have protection and some cash.” You say, pulling the stack out of your pocket, and showing it off to your friends.

“You took money from the room? We can’t keep that!” Pope exclaims, his eyes wide as he notices the money in your hand.

“Why not? It’s not like anyone was there to stop me.” You shrug, admiring the bills in your hand.

“You know I’m up for a scholarship, right? I can’t have this ruining my chances.” Pope says, watching as you stand up, crossing over to Pope and patting him on the back.

“This ain’t going to ruin your chances. No one will know you were there. Trust me. I’m the one who took the cash so if it comes to it, I’ll take the fall. But no one will find out about this money.” You say assuringly, your smile confident as you watch Pope sigh heavily, his shoulders sagging as he exhales.

“Just… don’t let people find out I was involved.” Pope pleads, watching as you salute.

“You got it, Pope. No one will know a thing.” You say with a wink.

As you and your friends reach land, you take the gun and money, tucking them somewhere safe. Soon, you and your friends start to discuss what you could possibly do with the money and while you are mid-conversation, Kiara’s phone buzzes, making her pull her phone out of her pocket, her eyes widening as she reads what’s on the screen.

“What?” John B asks, looking over her shoulder.

“They found a body down at the beach,” Kiara says and all of you scramble to your feet.

“Do you think that could be our guy?” You ask as you all make your way over to the Twinkie, climbing in as John B gets behind the wheel.

“Would it be wrong if I said I hope so?” John B asks, glancing over at you as you shrug.

“It might get us some damn answers if it is our guy.” You mumble, settling back against the chair as John B drives the Twinkie to where the body had been discovered. You all got out of the Twinkie once you arrived, crossing to where some other Pogues were gathered, and sitting with them.

“Do you know who it is?” You ask, settling in between John B and another Pogue, everyone’s eyes fixed on the body as both police and medical personnel study it.

“Scooter Grubbs. Wanna see a picture?” The girl replies, unlocking her phone quickly and showing you and your friends a picture of Scooter’s body. At the mention of Scooter’s name, you couldn’t help but let your eyebrows furrow. If Scooter was the owner of the boat you and the others had discovered, it was beginning to raise questions and you could see it on John B’s face too. Eventually, the police ask you all to move on and you make your way back to the Chateau, itching for answers to the multitude of questions that had now erupted in your mind after discovering the identity of the body.

“Okay, is it just me or is it completely wild that Scooter Grubbs is the owner of that brand-new Grady-White?” You ask, glancing between your friends.

“No, I’m with you. Scooter was the definition of a marina rat. I’ve caught him begging so many times.” John B agrees, nodding over at you.

“My old man used to see him begging along the docks. He’d tried to steal from him once. He never tried it again after that.” You say, recalling the stories you’d heard your father tell your mother.

“So how did someone like that get a boat like a Grady-White?” Pope questions, glancing from person to person.

“Someone must’ve given it to him,” Kiara says, shrugging as you pace, trying to think things over as the puzzle pieces begin to fall into place slowly.

“Why would someone give him a boat? And why would he be out in a hurricane?” Pope continues to question.

“I think you can answer that one y/n.” John B says, pointing over to you as you fold your arms across your chest.

“Smuggling.” You reply bluntly, all too aware of the situations smugglers put themselves in in order to move their cargo.

“Okay, so a guy is dead. y/n stole a shit ton of cash from said dead guy's motel room, and a gun. We have actual evidence pointing to us now.” Pope then says, pointing at you as you roll your eyes.

“Well, we could just use the money. Then it’s gone.” You shrug.

“Use it on what?” John B asks, watching you as your lips turn up in a smile, exchanging a look with Kiara.

“Beach party?”

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Buck is going to throw up. Probably. The panic attack is barely being kept in place as he flings himself from the driver’s seat of the jeep and races up the stairs of the Diaz house.

“Maddie!” he yells, kicking his shoes to the side and throwing off his jacket. Usually he’d knock but today, it’s an emergency. His brain isn’t working, not even considering the fact that he might be waking up his 3-month-old nephew as he powers through the house calling his sister’s name. “Maddie, are you home?”

“In here!” his sister’s voice echoes down the hall, originating from the kitchen. He finds her making lunch, the baby strapped to her chest in a muslin wrap, like a little joey in his mother’s pouch.

God, she’s glowing like this. She’d had a rough start, postpartum depression rearing its head in the first few weeks, but she’s seeing a therapist, and Eddie’s managed to negotiate some time off work. She still has bad days, but on the whole, she seems happier. Lighter.

Her brow furrows as she takes in his dishevelled appearance, and her hand comes up to cup the back of the baby’s head.

“Evan? What’s going on?”

Buck does a quick scan of their surroundings – they seem to be alone in the kitchen at least, but he needs to know if they’re alone in the house. He can’t do this if there’s a chance someone will walk in and interrupt.

“I-Is Eddie home?”

“No, he’s out getting Benjamin some new diapers. Why?”

“Good, I just – you can’t tell him what I’m about to tell you. You promise?”

Maddie’s brow furrows and she rounds the kitchen island, taking Buck’s arm and leading him into the lounge. She unwraps Benjamin and carefully places him in his bassinet before turning and giving Buck her full attention.

“Are you in trouble?”

God, isn’t that the question?

“No! I mean, yes? Maybe? Probably. Eddie’s going to kill me, at least.” Buck scrubs a rough hand over his face, hoping the slight sting will clear his head a little.

“I feel like a bit of context wouldn’t go amiss here,” Maddie comments with a raised eyebrow, her arms crossed across her chest. She looks decidedly unimpressed, and honestly, Buck can’t blame her. He’d be a bit annoyed if she burst into his house, announced something was wrong, and then proceeded to be extremely cryptic about it all.

“Adriana’s pregnant,” he blurts out before his courage wanes, and holy fuck, it’s one thing to know and a whole other thing to admit out loud.

Maddie’s expression pulls into one of confusion, and Buck can practically see the cogs turning in her head as she tries to connect the dots.

“Adriana’s…. pregnant?” she repeats slowly, and he nods. He feels like he’s swallowed a ball of lead, and there’s sweat trickling down between his shoulder blades, prickling his skin. “And what does that, uh, what does that have to do with you?”

Right. This part, admittedly, will be worse to reveal. This is where the disowning and being thrown bodily from the home of his sister and his best friend will come in. Buck is regretting a lot of choices right about now.

“A-Adriana and I, we’ve – uh – we’ve been, um, sleeping together, kind of.”

Maddie’s eyebrows disappear into her hairline, and Buck slouches a little further into the couch, making himself small.

“Kind of?” Maddie echoes, incredulous. “How do you ‘kind of’ sleep with someone. Did you trip and fall into her vagina?”

“Jesus, okay it’s not kind of, we are sleeping together. And now she’s pregnant and – fucking hell Maddie, I’m so screwed. I’ve fucked up.”

His sister looks less than impressed, and that makes Buck’s stomach roil. He feels sick, so so sick that he doesn’t know what to do with it.

“And I presume that’s why you don’t want me to tell Eddie this?”

“He’ll kill me, Mads! Please, you can’t tell him. He doesn’t even know that –”

“That you fucked his sister?” Maddie cuts in.

“Hey, don’t say it like that!” Buck says, affronted. “He fucked my sister too, by the way. First!”

“He’s my husband! That’s different!”

“He wasn’t when you started!”

Maddie holds up her hands in surrender, glancing nervously at Benjamin as he stirs in his crib. His little face screws up and he lets out a tiny whine that burrows deep into Buck’s chest, igniting a dormant protective instinct that only flares up when he’s around helpless creatures.

“Give me a second.” Maddie crosses the room and lifts her son into her arms, pressing a kiss to the soft hair on his head. He squirms in her arms, shifting and stretching before eventually settling back down. With a fond smile, Maddie makes her way back to the couch and holds the baby out for Buck to take, which he willingly does.

[yourlovelywriter]

Mine to have (Yandere Agatha harkness x reader) part one.

Idek man… I hope yall like it. :)

I don’t prof read cause idc. Good luck understanding you might need it. 🙏

(Warnings— yandere behavior, rough handling, blood, jealousy, unusual gifts, sexual behavior, Lustful intent… kidnapping.)

Also sorry for the long beginning.:(

It was late at night when you were organizing the books at the library. It was unfortunately your average evening. Not that you hated being a librarian, I mean you loved the silence and the ambiance, but when night hits it’s like a whole other world, a weird one.

Up until now the night shift has been fine, no problems or issues. But for the past few days it’s like someone has been watching you, you feel eyes on you when your back is turned, you see shadows out of the corner of your eye, and you hear noises.

Overall it’s creepy as hell. And the non working lights in the library don’t help.

When you hear a noise you jump. You freeze a moment before turning to look in the direction of the sound. Seeing nothing you grab your phone for a light and you slowly walk down the aisle of bookshelves.

Looking down you see a book on the floor, “What the hell?” You mumble and bend down to pick it up. “I am watching you…” you whisper as you read the cover. Totally not creepy.

You look around for where the book fell of the shelve but there’s no empty space. Confused you look around the area but nothing. You walk back to your desk and set the book down with a sigh. The good thing is you’d only have to be there for another hour.

Surly enough, nothing else happened during the hour and you finally locked up and left.

The next day you wake up to a text.

Emily/boss: hey, I know you just worked night shift but Caroline never came in this morning and I need help. Can you come?

You groan and throw yourself into your pillow. Of course you wanted to stay home and sleep. But you sort of have a crush on Emily and you don’t want to disappoint her.

Y/n: yeah sure, not a problem. I’ll see you there! :)

Throwing your phone down you sigh annoyed. Looking around you realize you haven’t really done laundry. You walk to your dresser and see a cute knee length dress. You pair it with some colorful tights, boots, a scarf, and your jewelry of course.

Making your way to the door you throw on a coat and grab your phone and keys.

Once at the little library you set your stuff down and see Emily. “Emily! I’m here. I can see why you needed some help. There’s a lot of people in here today.” You say as you look around. There really is a lot of people. It’s weird really.

“I know right, we hardly ever have one person walk in, let alone 20 people…” Emily laughs and looks around. “Right, well, I’ll go to the counter to check people out if needed.” You say and move over to your chair. As you turn on your computer you notice the book from last night still on your desk.

A shiver runs down your spine as you stare at it. Suddenly a voice draws you out of your trance and you look up quickly. It’s a tall woman, dark brown hair, piercing eyes, and a grin on her face.

“Hello dove, I’m not interrupting am I?” Her voice is smooth, welcoming even. “O-oh of course not, I was just.. looking at something- it doesn’t matter. What can I do for you?” You stamper out quickly, slightly embarrassed.

“Well, dove, I’m trying to grow my knowledge, if you will, expand my horizons. But I just don’t know where to start.” She practically purrs out. He voice sends a shiver down your spine but you try not to lead into it.

“Of course what books are you interested in?” You question and she smirks. “Well I was thinking romance maybe.. do you have anything that’s worth my time?” Her eyes scan you up and down, committing it all to memory. You clear your throat before responding

“Of course there’s some in the back if you’d like me to show you, Mrs…”

“Oh! Agatha, Agatha Harkness… and it’s Ms. Not Mrs, dove.” She responds and you blush.

“Of course, my apologies. But if you’ll follow me I’ll take you to the back.” You say standing. Leaving your phone and wallet behind. “We have a variety of romantic novels. We have cliche romances, hallmark style, hmm.. we also have some more on the obsessive style if that’s more your thing.”

“Oh you have no idea” Agatha reply’s with a smug grin. “I like this one.., it looks like a good book. Don’t you think Y/n ?” She asks and picks up a dark romance book. One about a young woman who’s taken hostage by her boss and falls in love.

“Oh, yeah sure.. I haven’t read it but it’s got great reviews.” You say shyly. Then your brows furrow. “How do you know my name?” You question. Agatha passes for a moment but then laughs, “it was on your name tag silly.” Calming down a bit you blush. “Oh sorry..”

Agatha’s eyes look at your body with an intensity that could only be described as hunger. She swallows hard before moving closer to whisper something.

“Hey Y/n there’s a line at the counter!” Emily yells suddenly. Stopping Agatha in her tracks. She scowls before composing herself.

“I’m so sorry, if you’d wait a second I’ll come help you..” you whisper to Agatha and rush to the front counter. Emily smiles at you and rubs your shoulder as you sit down.

Agatha takes note of this and doesn’t like it one bit. How dare she, how dare that insignificant being lay their hands on something that was hers?! It was anarchy.

After dealing with the line Emily asks you to go for lunch. Completely forgetting Agatha you agree. “Sure I’ll come. Let me just grab my phone and wallet.” You rush to grab your stuff but your phones gone. “Huh… I could have sworn I placed it here somewhere…” you mumble.

“Looking for something?” A low voice comes from behind you. You jump slightly and cover your mouth. “Oh gosh, you scared me..” you cover your heart.

“Oh I’m sorry dove, I didn’t mean to” Agatha rubs your cheek with her finger. Her eyes look down to your lips and she smiles slightly. “I’m looking for my phone yeah..” you respond slightly nervous and you back up a bit.

Agatha’s smile fades at your move and her hands start to reach for you but she clinches her fists. “It wouldn’t happen to be this one would it?” She asks and holds up your phone. You look surprised.

“Yeah it is where did you find it?” You let her set it in your hands.

“Oh it was on the bookshelf where we were talking dove, you set it there before we were..” she paused for a moment then her voice hardens a bit, “rudely interrupted” she finishes.

“Right well… thanks for bringing it back. But we’re closing for lunch so..” as you walk to the door and open it for her to leave she doesn’t move.

Her smile is thin and doesn’t reach her eyes, “we? Whose we” she asks sort of demandingly. You stand confused a bit but you soon reply. “Me and the manager. But I’ll open back later if you wanna stop by.” You stand waiting for her to follow you out. She smiles at your words then walks out.

“Of course I’ll come by then.. but what restaurant are you going to…” Agatha says suddenly. You look up at her.

“I don’t know.. whatever Emily chooses i guess.” Her face hardens again. “Ah Emily yes.. she’s the object of your affection I suppose” her voice holding back venom. She quickly puts on a smile and leaves, “I’ll see you later dove.” You finally sigh and shut and lock the doors. “How unusual” you mummer as you walk to Emily’s car.

“Sorry, a customer was holding me up..”

At the restaurant you and Emily hit it off. You really do like her. Her smile, her laugh, personality… she has it all.

“Im so glad you came with me. I’m having a wonderful time” Emily says tenderly as she places her hand onto yours rubbing gently. You blush.

Agatha never did come to the library later that night. But you didn’t think about that much. Only the fact Emily was acting interested.

At your apartment you walk in and throw your stuff down. “Fuck that’s heavy” you grunt as it hits the floor. You walk into the kitchen and realize the light is on. “Shit i must have left it on.. now the light bills gonna be high. Just what I need.” Switching it off you grab a cookie off the counter and go sit in the living room with the tv on.

Suddenly your phone buzzes. “Who is texting at this time of night?” You whisper annoyed, though secretly hope it’s Emily.

Unknown: why would you do this to me.

Your brow furrows and you look confused.

Y/n: who is this and how did you get my number?!

You type quickly.

Unknown: you dare let another woman touch you, to laugh with you when you know what that does to me!

“What the fuck..” you mutter.

Y/n: look if this is a joke it isn’t funny.

Unknown: I love you Y/n, I really do, and it pains me to know you would see another woman. Which is why I have to do what I needed to do a year ago.

You stare at your screen shocked. Who the hell was this?! And what were they talking about?!

Y/n: what do you mean?!?

Y/n: hello!?!

No reply, nothing. You set your phone down and decide you need to calm down.. you start to worry about what this person meant by, “do what I needed to do a year ago.”

You lay in bed and start to relax a bit. Not wanting to think about it. And just as soon as you close your eyes the door creaks. Your eyed shooting open. A tall figure is standing in your door.

Okay so… this is a part 1 I guess. I don’t want to leave it like this but do you guys want me to add more?

[visciozx]

Not even the power of the full moon wilt save thee from the Abyss... Rellana, Twin moon knight x Raime, The Night Lord

some inking stuff I worked on. Raime, lord of Night. is an OC I made, and yes, she's woman. My oc Raime'ss design is still work in progress, I just need to clear things up, finalize her design and pick out some color palettes for her. TW: If you don't like this ship, just don't interact with it rlly, I'm sick of people telling me that "NOOOO. SHE LOVES MESSSSMERR :(((" LIKE I KNOW THATTT, let me do what I would like to do, come on mannn. Would it hurt to have me ship an oc with a character I like? Anyways, I hope some people would like this and I hope it gets to the right audience. I love each and every one of my mooties and followers who enjoys my work, ya'll mean a whole lot to me <333

[cloverapple]

hiii! i came across your blog yesterday, and i love your advice. that's why i feel like you would be the best person to ask these questions that I've been having for the longest time (sorry, long read ahead).

I've studied LOA for the past 2 years or so, and even though i have a good understanding of it, there are some things that always trip me up when it comes to shifting.

how do i deal with waking up to the 3d? yes, by assuming that you are in your dr and that you shifted last night. that's the most logical answer. but even though i know that, sometimes it is a lot easier said than done. for example, a few days ago i wanted to manifest shifting by simply deciding i could shift on command and that i am there. i could be 100% sure the day before that it would happen. the whole day, and even a few days after that I'd stay in that state of being a master shifter, and i would feel amazing because of it. but it's like there always comes a point where i wake up to the 3d and i get discouraged (yes, i acknowledge that i am manifesting that reality by saying this, but i finally have to get this off my chest). my thoughts get all messed up and i start spiraling, returning to my previous state. i start questioning myself a bit and feel down. the main reason for that being time.

it took me so so long to figure out this issue about myself. I'd be like: how long is it gonna take? when will it happen? i know i have it in the 4d but when will it appear in the 3d? having it in the 4d isn't enough, i need to have it in the 3d right now. stuff like that. i find it very difficult to formulate my thoughts, but basically I'm in a spiral of:

watching a video/reading a post about LOA/shifting that reminds me of how easy it is -> applying LOA to shifting/any desire in a way that feels good for a few days at most -> starting to question myself after a few days because it hasn't shown up yet in the 3d (which is caused by me forgetting the role the 3d plays and how LOA works) even though i did everything "right" (e.g. letting go of control or the outcome, deciding, not wavering, etc.) -> falling back into a state where i question how i can shift, what i am doing wrong, etc. -> repeat

how can i break out of this cycle?

i think the main problem here is time and in general the 3d.

i know that the 3d is not a measure of my success, only made up of my current assumptions etc. i know that. but it's like i forget it once i step into the state i wanna be in and stay there for an extended period of time.

i always hear people say that "time isn't real" but i still don't really know what that means, how to apply it or how to internalize it. i really need that mental "click" to finally understand it and use that concept in my favor. because my problem is that with manifesting/shifting, after a while i start asking questions about why it's taking so long the 3d. for example, most nights i fall asleep with the assumption that I'll wake up in my dr (while letting go of control and not wavering) the next morning. but when it doesn't happen eventually, i start to question why, because since time comes from consciousness aka me, it should work in my favor.

I'm honestly so lost right now and i would really appreciate some help because I'm spiraling again. I've known about shifting since 2020 but only realized how ridiculously easy it is after joining tumblr this year and yup, i acknowledge that i am desperate to shift, preferably right now. it's not something i admit to anyone or myself because that's basically continuing to tell a story i don't want to experience (a surefire way to fail), but it is unfortunately the truth as of right now.

thank you for reading, i know this was a lot to get through!! (*^^*)

So pause for a second, because I’m going to tell you something I hope to ingrain in the mind of everyone who sends me an ask—and that you need to remember before reading everything I’m about to say:

YOU ALREADY KNOW HOW TO SHIFT. The ability is inside you right now. The moment you read this, your mind already knows how to shift. Everyone does.

The moment you accept this, you solve half of your problems.

And then you tell me, "But if I know how to shift, why isn’t the 3D reflecting that?"

Well, yeah. You painted the house, and now you’re sitting there watching the paint dry.

Look, watching the 3D closely and looking for results isn’t a problem for some people. Some can assume, “I’m already in my DR,” open their eyes, and BAM—they’re in their DR.

Some people assume, “I will shift tonight,” and just like that, they shift that night.

Some people let go of their DRs, stop putting them on a pedestal, and they shift.

Some people clutch their DRs close to their heart until their knuckles turn white—and they shift.

It sounds a lot like you’re forcing yourself into a method of applying the Law of Assumption that doesn’t serve you. Why?? If you recognize that your issue is focusing on time and constantly checking the 3D, work around it. Remove time from your shifting journey.

I don’t like assuming I already have something, then checking the 3D and not seeing it there. Hell, I can shift on command, and yet, if I were to lay in bed right now and tell myself, “I’m in my DR,” I guarantee you I wouldn’t shift. Why? Because that doesn’t work for me.

My dude, change the way you affirm. If affirming in the present (“I already shifted”) doesn’t work for you, change it! Say, “I’m going to shift.” If even that hasn’t been working, let go of implementing time into your affirmations.

Change “I’m going to wake up in my DR in the morning” to “I’m going to wake up in my DR at some point because I KNOW I can shift.”

Change “I’m in my DR right now” to “I can’t wait to be in my DR.”

Remove time from your affirmations and assumptions, because that’s clearly the problem here. Instead of trusting that you’ll shift tonight, trust yourself because you already know how to shift. Or trust your mind because it knows how to shift. Trust your awareness because it knows how to shift.

“I fall asleep with the assumption that I'll wake up in my DR (while letting go of control and not wavering) the next morning.”

If this were completely true, you wouldn’t be sending me this ask. You wouldn’t be doubting yourself as much as you just did in everything you typed. Truly letting go means releasing the need to see results in the 3D.

So, take time out of your assumptions. From now on, say “I will shift.” Or say, “I already know how to shift.”

Your brain then goes: “……???….uh….” looking at the 3D all confused “When? We haven't shifted!”

And you tell it, “It doesn’t fucking matter because I’m going to shift eventually.”

Now, let’s say hypothetically, one week passes and you haven’t shifted. One month passes, and you haven’t shifted. Two months pass, and you haven’t shifted.

And then you come back and say, “Clover, why the heck haven’t I shifted yet? It’s been (insert amount of time). You told me to remove time as an expectation, so why haven’t I shifted yet??”

And I’ll smile at you and ask, “So you’ve been counting the days?”

Let me tell you something about letting go—and hypothetically, ignoring the 3D.

Treat your ability to shift like your fortune. You have a fortune sitting in your bank account right now, and you’re rich. Do you think a rich person checks their bank account every hour to confirm they’re still rich?

"Well yeah, Clover, because a rich person’s reality already reflects that, they’re sitting in a mansion with all their riches."

Your fortune, what makes you rich, is your ability to shift. You already know how to shift. Shifting isn’t something you learn how to do, just like breathing isn’t something you learn how to do. Just like chewing isn’t something you learn how to do. It is an integral part of every human being. If you have awareness, then the ability to shift exists within you.

You don’t learn shifting—you learn yourself.

You learn what makes you shift. What makes you manifest easily. What makes you assume easily. What kind of affirmations your subconscious doesn’t argue against. What makes your self-concept skyrocket.

Because everyone is different, everyone shifts differently. What works for Person A might not work for Person B. What works for Person B might not work for Person C, and so on.

Even my reply to you, it might not resonate with you. But that’s not my fault, and it’s not yours. If that's the case, your job is to look elsewhere—and, in the best-case scenario, look internally because that’s where the answers always are.

Let’s go over your fix options because I just yapped a lot:

YOU ALREADY KNOW HOW TO SHIFT.

Remove time from your affirmations and assumptions. Removing time from your shifting process makes it so you have nowhere in the 3D to look.

Stop paying attention to the 3D and pay attention to yourself because what’s going to shift is your awareness, not the damn 3D. Every time you catch yourself thinking, “Oh, but it’s not showing up in the 3D,” remind yourself:

A) You already know how to shift.

B) Shifting is something you can do.

C) It could happen at any moment, so why should anything else matter?

If you were promised a million bucks from a 100% trustworthy source, would you spiral?

One more thing before I wrap this up:

It could be that actively using the Law of Assumption isn’t what works best for you. Maybe you work better with visualizing. Maybe you induce the feeling of being in your DR or being a "master shifter." Maybe subliminals work better for you. There is a world of options out there, and it is completely useless to force yourself to do something that's only bringing frustration in the end. Because there is no singular way to shift. There is no singular way to manifest. And sometimes—for some people—while the Law of Assumption is always true, focusing on it directly isn’t what serves you.

[unknownogre]

( I got a little inspired from Facebook...and was just able to sit down today to write it. I approached it not exactly from the prompt's direction too but that is the scene that popped in my head.)

“Well…I have to ask, am I dead?”

Moments ago I was just sitting at my desk sipping a cup of coffee playing a lovely game of slaughter the Nazi when I found myself suddenly not there. Still had my coffee in had though, Deadpool pajama pants for the whole damn world to see no shoes and, I’m sorry to those that had to see me, no shirt. Someone was standing in front of me too, lithe build with a very baggy hoodie and baggy pants on wearing some kind of sneaker and a face that was obscured by shadows that were impossibly dark for the time of day and location.

“No, finish your coffee and let’s go.”

Fuck…people were walking around us like they didn’t notice me or them. The voice of the person was androgynous and a touch echoey. I knew one thing in this moment, without introduction and without me even having to ask the question, in my bones I knew this was Death. THE Death the primordial force that will exist until the end of the universe.  So weird, I wonder if they developed that power just to make it easier.

“Alright, fuck it. Not like I have a choice do I…?”

I already hate this. I’ve got body issues, most fat guys do no matter the praise they get. Fuck, I hope I don’t have to fight anything. I have no idea how I’ll do. I don’t fight, no one wants to fight me so I’ve never had to.

“No you don’t have to fight. Maybe, I’m not sure. People handle the situation differently. I’m just Death, I don’t know the future or the past. Think there is a time you’re supposed to die? Absolutely not. Chaos my friend. Complete Chaos.”

That…honestly that made me feel a lot better about a lot of things. Though to delve into that right now would completely pull my focus away from whatever this is.

“Why me?”

I had to ask as we walked another block. If Death was powerful enough to just pull me out of my living room I figured we could at least get closer, though…my feet don’t hurt even though they are bare so that is good at least.

“In a two-thousand-mile radius of my current problem your soul was the only one that matched what I needed…what ever that is. I don’t know have exact details. I just know when I problem arises and I need help I concentrate and the one who is best able to help just appears to me like a blip on a radar.”

Well…it is nice to be needed right. I mean I doubt that is the case, I’m not that special. I’m just me. I took another sip of my coffee.

“What do I get out of this?”

I don’t work for free. I’m completely convinced when given any modicum of power I’d go full on super villain. I know at my core I’m evil, just the kind of evil that still wants to protect those that love and cherish. Touch my wife and I’ll burn the whole damn world down, same for my kid. So again, I wonder why I was the blip.

“A favor.”

That was all Death needed to say. I get a favor from Death, I mean I bet there are rules and what not attached to it, but who wouldn’t want a favor from Death. That was enough for me.

“And lunch. A favor and lunch and you have yourself a deal.”

Death stopped and turned around to look at me, I could feel the weight of their gaze too but I just stood there and stared at where I thought their eyes would be crossing my arms across my chest with a smirk…Never take fully what is offered. Ask for just a little more.

“You got it. Cause I know what you want…hell I want it too. A favor and lunch.”

That was good enough for me. Almost made me forget I was shirtless and barefoot in a large city. We approached a hospital and headed right in. We passed the nurses station, and I was able to grab a scrub top much to their confusion. I felt better with a shirt on at least. We went up to the morgue…and there…holy crap.

It was some kind of creature, twisted with pitch flesh and blood ooze from various places, like self-inflicted wounds. It was just roaring and trying to smash through things it couldn’t fully interact with. There were some forms in the corner cowering in fear…ghosts? I don’t have time to question everything.

“Calm them down.”

…wait…what?!..

It was just a roaring beast that was at least six feet tall. I think it was meant to be bi-pedal but it was only that way sometimes. Like how some movies show werewolves, like they can walk a few steps until they want to run and then it is down on all fours.

“Well…fuck. Okay. Hey.”

I started waving slightly. The creature made a swipe for me but It was slow I was able to step back to avoid it. The ‘mission’ was to calm them down. Calm, not hurt, not subdue but calm.

“HEY!”

I said again, but this time with the power of dad voice. I didn’t like using it much, unless we were outside and my kid was about to run into a parking lot or something just as dangerous. I have NO information to go off of. Death wasn’t a planner were they? The creature’s attention was fully on me now. Good, that is what I needed…not what I wanted though. I knew I wasn’t dead now because my heart was hammering in my chest.

“Knock it the fuck off okay. You are scaring the shit out of these other people. What the hell is going on anyway? I’m sure being dead sucks but this…this can’t be good for you, can it?”

The creature seemed to understand my words if only for a moment before it roared at me. Its mouth…chilling. Elongated like a wolf but the teeth…they were human. I could make money on this if I could get into practical effects and recreate the look.

What to do. I had to use a chair to keep it back and out of swiping range. I don’t think I can actually die here…but maybe no risk no reward.

“This can’t kill you, but if it manages to hurt you too bad I am SOL and will have to destroy it completely. I don’t want to do that so I brought you.”

So it was a soul, something twisted and probably not evil. Otherwise there would be no sympathy. I need more compassion. The  creatures attention was still on me and all those cowering in the corner were watching with rapt attention. There is a lot of rage here, so much anger, and where there is anger there is sadness. Okay…okay…got it.

“Hey, we are just gonna talk alright. I won’t yell anymore. Just calm, just calm and cool. Listen I can’t help you right now. Not with all this rage and aggression. Trust me. I want to help you. I get nothing out of the situation if you are harmed. What happened? Why are you so angry?”

It took another swipe at me. Fuck…this thing is strong, almost knocked the chair out of my hands. It was hurt, even it was just by itself. When I met its gaze I could see such sadness. Rage and sadness. I got you.

“Hey. Listen, I am here for you, okay? I am here for you. Not Death, not these people in the corner, you and just you. Fuck any reward…fuck anything else okay. Just me and you here. I am your friend. No one touches you unless they step over my literal dead body, which isn’t even HERE so they are screwed trying to find it. You don’t deserve this, what ever this is. So talk to me. Let me help you, that is all I want right now.”

That caused the creature to pause and look at me. Tears welling up in its eyes. I see why I was called. Most people wouldn’t look in its eyes, they couldn’t see the pain there. They’d see the twisted muscle, the claws…they’d be hostile. Monsters were fantasy for me until I was brought here.

“I…they…momma…MOMMA!”

It cried and looked around panicked. This is a child. THIS IS A CHILD! Thank gods I didn’t hit it, and now I know why the dad voice caused it to pause. I wonder if these souls were trying to help before or where they just trying to leave after they died? Hard to say.

“Hey kid…calm down. Shhhh I got you okay. You want to see your Mom once more. We got you okay. Did they take you and here away at the same time?”

The kid seemed calmer now, just tears streaming from its eyes. They nodded and seemed to wrap their twisted arms around themselves, rocking a little bit. Certainly a kid. I sighed for a moment.

“Would you like a hug? I can give you a hug if you’d allow. Sometimes its nice to just get grounded. I’m a dad, so I can only imagine how it is being separated from your mom. I give the best hugs too, I’m like a teddy bear.”

That is why my daughter said when she was younger anyway. Daddy bear hugs. The child looked to me hesitantly and then nodded slowly. I got up from the chair and I moved slowly. I had no weapons, I’m a big dude but people say they aren’t scared of me. I like to think I’m not scary normally anyway. When I got close enough I just wrapped my arms around them. Sure some of their spikes went into my skin, hurt like a bitch too, the blood smelled terrible as well…still though. Sometimes a hug is what the doctor called for. The kid just started to cry. Its massive head put on my shoulder and nestled into the crook of my neck like my daughter did plenty of times when she was little. I felt they shift, the sound of…gods I don’t know, snapping bone and such was heard all around. I just closed my eyes and held the kid for as long as they squeezed me back.

Soon, I was holding a five year old boy who was finally calming down from all the crying. The holes from the wounds and claws were still there on my body but he looked alright. Oddly I wasn’t bleeding…wonder if that was Death’s doing? Or do I not bleed if I’m not solid? Too many questions I’ll leave for another day.

“Can you take us to his mom?”

Death just nodded as I held the kid in my arms. We left the morgue and went to a hospital room where the kids mother was. She was alive, but badly hurt. Apparently there was a car accident, they got hit by a drunk driver. The kid was dead just after arriving. Freaked out when he couldn’t find his mom. I held him for a while.

“Momma will be okay?”

He asked me and I looked to Death who nodded with a touch of a shrug. I know, chaos on all that stuff, suddenly I was a little less reassured.

“She’ll be okay little one. Best thing you can do is let Death take you to the next world, be as happy as you can. Your mom will cross over eventually, and then you two can play. Just be happy and play as much as you can in the meantime okay?”

The little boy nodded and I set him down, he walked to his mom and gave her a kiss on the cheek before turning to go hold hands with Death. Sudden I was back in front of my desk…wearing the scrubs top my coffee cup filled to my liking.

“Get dressed. Lunch is gonna be in an hour.”

I heard Death’s voice in my mind. I could only grinned. I was about to get my favorite sandwich on the planet, that alone was worth it. Still, I would have done it for free if there was nothing Death could give me. That kid needed the guidance. I wonder how many have crossed over and looked to reunite with someone but couldn’t due to held back rage and depression. That…that breaks my heart.

“Also thank you. You were certainly the best pick.”

I smiled at that, again…feeling useful was nice. Well time to get dressed, I wonder how Death will get me half-way across the country to that sandwich place? I don’t care…number 15 here I come.

[guillemelgat]

Language Goals 2025

As I said in my last post, I'm slowly getting better at figuring out how to set goals which both push me out of my comfort zone and which actually orient me towards what I'm trying to do. This year my main goal is to just remember how to be a learner again; I feel like recently I've gotten a little too in-my-head about how I need to be perfect before I speak, and actually this tends to be a problem I have in general - I won't talk to people unless I feel like I can talk perfectly, but that's not how you learn. I'm also trying to get better at setting reasonable timelines for what it takes to get to a particular level of language, which I have a better feel for at this point, and taking into account how much time I'm spending on the language every day (it shouldn't feel overwhelming if it's supposed to be a brief warmup). With these in mind, here are my goals for the year:

CATALAN

This year, I really want to speak Catalan with more people. That's the bottom line. I'm at a level where I need to be doing language immersion, and that means not being shy about not knowing how to say things or starting off the conversation wrong or any number of things (this historically has been less of a problem for Catalan with me, but for some reason I was absolutely taken out last summer and essentially went partially mute from social anxiety, so we're going to find out what was up with that and try to coax me away from it). I also want to learn to speak the Valencian dialect of Catalan better, and hopefully I'll get the chance to do that!

I'm planning to continue my reading challenge as well, but I'm going to make a separate post about that.

BASQUE

I want to improve my Basque vocabulary, and also my listening comprehension skills. I want to finish Eskamak kentzen and also watch/listen to more things in Basque. I think I just need a whole bunch of audio input - I know a lot of the words, but it's still very hard for me to parse them in speech. In order to improve my vocabulary, I want to do a quick vocab review every day when I get to the library, before I start my work. That way, I'll have a constant, easy, long-term exposure to a wider variety of words, and hopefully after a few months I'll start remembering some!

WELSH

I'm not entirely sure what I want to do with Welsh this year - I feel a bit directionless with it, so I might put it on pause until it feels like the right time to take it up again. But I'd also like to get more listening and vocabulary practice - I can understand large portions song lyrics without looking them up, which is a huge step forward for me. If watching Rownd a Rownd seems like the vibe, I might try to take that up again. We'll see, this one is more open.

MALAYALAM

Mostly, my goal with Malayalam is just to keep taking class, but also I'd really like to get over my fear of speaking. I struggle to pronounce a lot of the letters, and I don't know a lot of words, but if I work on these, I think I'd feel more confident. (I do also just need to feel okay with looking like a fool, though.) By the end of the year, I hope I'm able to have conversations in class or with my family without wavering too much, even if I forget something or mess up the pronunciation.

OTHER LANGUAGES

One main thing I want to work on is learning how to learn a small amount of a language but still being able to use it with people. There are a few different languages which I've wanted to learn for a while but haven't had the time - I'm hoping that maybe I can work up the courage to learn a few phrases, talk to someone, and perhaps learn a thing or two. This is very open-ended, but it's more a challenge for me to expand my comfort zone.

Aaaand that's a wrap! Here's to 2025 being a good year for languages, at least!

[euphor1a]

Me n @bobeo go months without any proper interaction or whatsoever and then on a random day start talking like we’ve been keeping touch every now and then and know everything that has been going on in our lives lskdhkdkfgj 😭; it’s so funny, but like. That’s the shit, ya know? ✨✨

[nemmet]

🩵🌻 another year, another happy (belated) autism acceptance month to my favourite autistic character!! he’s off in search of his next niche hyperfixation :)

[silverislander]

i'm thiiiiis close to just blocking the whole j/v tag and/or the individual tags for both characters :)))

[ourceliumnetwork]

i think i'm like. really in denial sometimes about how much pain i'm just Casually In...

OH NO WAIT HANG ON WAIT ACTUALLY MY MEDICINE WORE OFF AND I DID LIKE A LOT OF UNANTICIPATED ACTIVITY NEVER MIND I'M DUMB I'M HURTING FOR ACTUAL REASONS THIS TIME

[giantkillerjack]

ur post about queerbaiting and the dismissal of people in fandom to critical analysis is so incredibly true thank you. i feel like marcille's writing in the anime has been super misogynistic a lot of the time and every time i bring this up all anyone wants to say is "well maybe this isn't for you! and you shouldn't watch the show!" like. i don't think this is about taste lmao, i am analyzing the text in front of me and coming to conclusions about the craft of it.

[This is in reference to this post]

YES!!! THANK YOU!!!!!

It is so so frustrating!!!!

It's like being at a restaurant and being served a bunch of delicious appetizers, but then one of the bread appetizers is literally just a plate of crumbs; and then when you're like, "Hey, uhh, why are we being served literal crumbs?", a bunch of the other folks eating at the restaurant are like,

"WELL HOW ABOUT YOU JUST DON'T EAT HERE THEN??!? YOU MUST NOT BE THAT HUNGRY, SO JUST FIND ANOTHER RESTAURANT AND DON'T EAT WITH US!!"

And maybe they say it politely, but "Aw, sorry, maybe this restaurant just isn't for you 💖" is just trading out an aggressive dismissive tone for a patronizing dismissive tone. It's the same message.

And it's like! I was honestly happy to move on from the crumbs once my complaint was acknowledged because the meal overall is still delicious, but then all these folks got SUPER WEIRD AND DEFENSIVE ABOUT IT, so now I find myself double-checking all the other dishes -- and, actually, you know what those eggs DO look a Iittle misogynistic undercooked!!!!

[dol-dee]

Hm I would love to continue Dee's dol journey and play it more but I feel like I’m starting to run out of stuff

[thebigqueer]

i dont wanna eat anything or do anything and i just wanna lay around but i also dont wanna do that and i dont wanna watch anything or read anything and idk what i wanna do