So I am writing a story that involves V, right? Well, I decided to just randomly pick a composer from the 1750s-1800s era and picked Christoph Willibald Gluck. Then picked "Dance of the Blessed Spirits" cause I like it, right?
I WENT TO LOOK UP MORE ON IT AND THE STORY OF ORPHEUS AND EURYDICE--APPARENTLY THE CLASSIC VERSION OF THE STORY IS BY VIRGIL...
I DON'T KNOW IF I SHOULD FEEL LIKE A GENIUS OR BE KINDA FREAKED OUT THAT I ACCIDENTALLY PICKED SOMETHING THAT RELATES TO VERGIL OR NOT.
Yes, I know that it isn't actually related to DMC Vergil, but the Roman poet his name is taken from.
Sorry I just needed to put this somewhere cause it made me do a double-take lmfao
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A very specific idea/scenario I have about Alastor's sleeping habits
He barely even sleeps in the first place. He sleeps like only a few hours a week, in one go. He locks himself up in his room once a week, sleeps for 4 hours straight and that's it. And since he doesn't sleep much, each time he does he falls into a deep slumber and it's absolutely impossible to wake him up he's straight up passed out until he gets fully recharged.
He does this because the idea of being in a vulnerable position where anyone could do anything to him while he's completely defenseless is too unsettling for him, so he sleeps as little as he can and always makes sure he's locked up first, away from everyone else's eyes.
HOWEVER, one time he's playing cards with the rest of the hotel, and because he got unconsciously so comfortable around them, he accidently falls asleep on the couch during the game. Everyone is shocked because they didn't even know he actually needed to sleep (they always hear him walk around the hotel humming at night like an absolute creep so they just all collectively assumed he didn't need to sleep).
Charlie panicks a little because nothing seems to wake him up, but he's still breathing and seems fine, eventually they all just let him sleep there and keep on going with their card games since the noise doesn't seem to bother him. Charlie even put a blanket on him, and Angel initially wants to draw something on his face as a prank but in the end everyone agrees not to try anything like this, because who knows how the radio demon would react,,, could be dangerous.
A few hours later Alastor finally wakes up, immediately understands what happened and plays it cool like "Oh dear, looks like I passed out, too bad I couldn't finish the game :) oopsie" but internally he's SCREAMING
EDIT: greykolla was faster than me and made a comic about it it's so so good 😭 crying
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one piece is set in a nautical world with presumably nautical idioms and exclamations to match, right, like swearing by the sea rather than on a god etc. to wit, there's five seas (the four blues + the grand line) so we can assume when you're feeling particularly dramatic, you might refer to all those vast oceans to get your hyperbolic point across.
keeping that in mind, lets live in a stupidly romantic corny ass world for a moment ok? take my hand.
"I swear on all six seas, if you don't shut the fuck up right now—"
"What?" Sanji looks at him like he's stupid. Nothing new, really.
"Ha, even you're going deaf having to listen to your own annoying ass whining all the time, Cook. I was—"
"No, you—"
"Don't interrupt me! Oi!" he yelps as a wooden spoon bounces harmlessly off his shoulder. He's not impressed that Sanji manages to catch it before it hits the counter.
"You said six seas," Sanji states.
Zoro stares back in lieu of an answer.
"Huh, maybe this has something to do with why you're always lost. There's only five seas, dummy."
And ah, now he gets what the idiot cook is on about. He's surprised and a little disappointed, honestly. You'd think the guy would be a little more aware about his own fucking dream, but whatever. He's got that annoying smile, smug and cocky like he's oh so much better than Zoro.
"Would you like me to count them out for you? I know it's a big number, it's probably confusing for a simple creature like you."
Zoro crosses his arms in clear warning, something the cook, as always, blatantly ignores. He's leaning on the counter that's between them now, eyes sparkling with glee. Idiot. Zoro's thoughts do not have a fond tone to them. Thoughts don't have tones at all, thank you very much.
Sanji lifts a hand and proceeds to count off on his fingers with the precision of a drill sergeant.
"I'm sure you at least know our ocean, the East Blue. There's also the West Blue, North Blue, South Blue, and of course the Grand Line," he wiggles all his fingers as he puts his thumb up for the last one like he's emulating fireworks.
Zoro snorts indelicately. "And?"
Sanji frowns with a tilt of his head.
"And?"
Zoro holds up his index finger.
"And," he says, stifling his amusement as Sanji goes cross eyed trying to follow said finger as it arcs towards him, "your All Blue. Dummy."
He punctuates the last word by poking Sanji in the forehead, snickering when he sputters and swats the digit away in a huff. Then Zoro's words finally sink in, and he straightens up almost too fast. It's not endearing at all.
"Wait," he says quietly, "you count it?"
Zoro doesn't like how Sanji's looking at him with an open expression he's not usually allowed. He looks earnest and sincere. Zoro feels suddenly out of his depth.
"Don't you?" he deflects uncomfortably.
"Well yeah, but that's different. You're—" he shrugs half heartedly and looks away. Zoro can't tell if the end of that sentence was going to disparage him or the cook. Odds are likely split down the middle. Sanji keeps looking at him, and he feels pinned. The bright look is gone, replaced by something more reserved but perhaps...searching? Considering, at the least. It's making him increasingly self conscious. He needs to get out of here.
"Okay. I'm gonna steal some alcohol now," he says shortly, striding to the cabinet and swiping a bottle before Sanji blinks out of his stupor.
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18+, MDNI.
Imagine Choso rutting into you in a random room while you guys are at some party. Choso's a very vocal man, so he's obviously moaning loudly. But then you put your palm over his mouth, telling him to shush. He immediately stops thrusting, leaving only his tip in you. His eyes turns glassy, as if tears are about to roll down, "do you hate my voice?". His words fills you with guilt, making your brows furrows. You immediately remove your palm from his mouth and cups his cheeks lovingly instead. "No, Choso. I love it but-", your sentence is cut off and replaced by a yelp when he suddenly thrusts a bit too harshly into you, balls deep. Your assurance made him so happy that his body automatically moves on its own. And this time you don't bother covering his mouth as you're being fuck silly by him.
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unpopular opinion maybe but sam has been pissing me off lately
i think it started with him laughing in gwen's face about the bonzo thing and (as far as we know) not apologizing???
it's like he only thinks supernatural things can happen to HIM. sam wtf why are you gatekeeping the horrors??
he also only ever listens to celia, alice indulged his magnus thing as long as she could but realized shit was getting dangerous and wanted to protect him
alice is also flawed (jealousy is a bad color on you babe but i forgive you) but like everyone is?? and sam is just dismissing her every word because of it??
he doesn't have to follow her advice but could he at least let her speak??? i hate how dismissive he is, even celia listens to alice more than him
and in episode 24, his "well what can i do about that" mentality was sooooo irritating
he said it twice, when alice said gwen wasn't okay, and when alice said the tape recorder thing was hunting them
1. gwen not being okay could be something you at least pretend to give a shit about, like seriously. everyone tolerates your childhood rejection trauma and you don't bother batting an eye as gwen crumbles? jesus man
and 2. why is it only something 'crazy' when it's not you saying it sam? he expects everyone to believe the evil about the magnus institute (with honestly no evidence? i think we gloss over how little ties the institute actually has rn because we listened to tma) and dismisses alice's concerns that they're all going to die
i don't hate sam by any means (disregard previous discord statements ❤️ i was a lil upset) but he has been seriously upsetting me
also if there's anything i forgot um my bad i'm just oh so sleepy
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So I just noticed...
At the end of EP 1 season 1 (the Nigerian job) Nate tells Dubenich that if you know a company's stock is about to plummet you can make an awful amount of money
And we see Dubenich tell that to Latimer who uses it to make an awful amount of money
So it's funny the parallel of Dubenich telling Nate how to ruin a man. "All a man has in this world are three things: his business, his posessions, and his name. You take all that away, any man will kill." (EP 18 season 4 the last damn job), only to see Nate use his advice in the same episode to take down Latimer
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It makes me want to scream whenever I think about how important physical touch is for Bruce and Cass. Their father-daughter relationship (they're father and daughter, don't fight me about this) is sustained through physical touch, mostly because neither of them know how to communicate through words. Both struggle with this, and not only does it put distance with others, it also has caused misunderstandings between them.
But things change when they express themselves through physical touch. The obvious example is Bruce's explanation about how fighting (physically) was the only way he could communicate with Cass when they were angry with each other.
But what really makes me go feral are the subtle yet tangible displays of affection. They touch when they are worried about each other, when they're proud or happy.
Physical touch is their love language!!
So I think Bruce is kind of wrong when he says that what reconciled them was the fight. Yes, maybe it was a necessary step, but to me, what truly reconciled them was this right here, the hug after the fight:
Cass says so herself (while still hugging Bruce), when she talks about her relationship with Cain (her biological father).
They're so precious to me, you don't understand. They're both so messed up (who isn't in that family?), but they have their own way of communicating and showing love and just thinking about it makes me want to cry.
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