#i think the TLDR of this would be along the lines of

[rustedleopard]

What astounds me about the whole "you need a pure human SOUL to perfect the serum" thing is that so many people take Chujin's conclusion at face value. Chujin Ketsukane? Chujin "Winner of the 'You Tried In Engineering' Award" Ketsukane? Chujin "Fumbled Inventing Robots So Hard He Earned The Ire Of The Usually Pretty Chill King" Ketsukane? Chujin "I Accidentally Killed A Human Child By Overshooting The Parameters On My Guard Robot" Ketsukane? That Chujin Ketsukane?

[valenteal]

As much as Dazai and Mori like to pretend they have Chuuya under control and that they can use him as they see fit the reality is quite different. Because the thing is, at the end of the day neither of them is a threat to Chuuya. If he wanted to kill them he could, easily. He has plenty of reason to. The only power they have over him is the ability to make his life easier if he goes along with them. It’s just more comfortable than being completely on his own. If they ever actually piss him off though it’s over. If they push him too hard or abuse his loyalty he would have no problem cutting ties or just killing them. Mori is always walking that line of keeping Chuuya comfortable. He doesn’t use Chuuya’s power all that much anymore because I think he knows he’s got a finite amount of goodwill. Really at the end of the day Chuuya’s the one with the power. He’s the one benefiting the most from their arrangement and he has been since he was 16.

Sure, at first he joined the Mafia under duress because they were practically holding the Sheep hostage, along with information on Chuuya’s own history. But by the end of Storm Bringer Chuuya’s so much more free. He’s discovered more about his power, doesn’t need Mori to find out more about his past, and has developed a sense of loyalty to the Mafia. He lets Mori give him orders because he respects him, not because he fears him. If Mori were to lose that respect he would have no recourse to control Chuuya. I love that about him. Chuuya doesn’t want to be seen as just a weapon, he won’t let himself be used like that again. Mori’s control over him is limited by Chuuya’s refusal to be a weapon. Mori can only use Chuuya as much as Chuuya will let him and that’s such an important thing to understand.

Tldr: Chuuya is a boss bitch who is controlled by no one and Mori will basically bend over backwards to keep him happy and on his side (that’s an exaggeration but u know what I mean)

[bonus-links]

MY TIME HAS COME please discuss in great detail the GrooZeLink dynamics in prologue part 5. I am so intrigued by the stark differences between this shot:

And this shot:

The scar on triforce. The hiding. Please tell me everything there is to know

this is 4 u groozelinkers

why did i do text bubbles this way. how did anyone read this comic. god bless.

this is essentially Loft Monologues His Feelings The Update. It was very important to me that the audience understands where Loft's head is at from the get-go. and like listen, sometimes u have to have a bestie debrief even if ur bestie is a dormant sword spirit who can't talk to u. if bonus links was a musical this would be Loft's I want song lol

jokes aside I think Loft comes here to talk to Fi a lot. it makes him feel both better and worse

LOFTS FI IMPRESSION i feel like he used to do this a lot and thought it was so funny and every time Fi would be like. objectively that is not what i sound like. also, peep the textbox pattern!

even though Loft has trouble acclimating to life on the surface, it was important to me to show that it's not all like. angst and doom and gloom. But that's kind of the problem right? things are good, and he feels like this anyway. also I did my best to include most of the young adult skyloft npcs, I feel like the older one have mostly stayed up on Skyloft for now. LAKE TRIP!!

this is a direct reference to this shot from the game. this line of dialogue is an important thing to keep in mind. tbh the entire reason this comic exists is bc i thought too hard about the implications of skyward sword— what if you found out your girlfriend was really your god, who had orchestrated your entire life? wouldn't that make everything feel a little strange, even if you love her more than anything? much to think about

I like the scar through the triforce mark as a kind of symbolic gesture, but there's not really any intended meaning behind the two pieces of the triforce is goes through. feel free to interpret it however u like tho lol

AND THIS SHOT my headcanon is that Loft doesn't actually help much with the early building in Faron. It's partially because he can't- he pushes his body to the limit during his quest, and then completely crashes when it's over, and it takes a loooong time to even start recovering. He spends most of the time sleeping.

But it's also partially because he doesn't actually want to move to the surface. He wants to stay on Skyloft. In my mind it's like. he fought really hard to return to a state of normalcy that doesn't exist anymore, and that's hard to come to terms with. This is Zelda and Groose's project, and while he'll go along with it, he's not that enthusiastic about it. It's a source of tension in their relationship. Combined with Zelda often acting as a mouthpiece for the gods, it starts to grate on Loft that this aspect of his future has also apparently been decided.

tldr groozelink love each other a lot but things are definitely not perfect, and especially not right now

this is actually something I intended to get a little bit more into in ch2, but the chapter kind of. wrote itself away from it. every time I tried to include a scene with it, it felt too much like I was forcing characters to have too many heart-to-hearts too early. we'll get there eventually

this is an important update in the grand scheme of things :-) mystery mouseketool etc etc

[parasolladyansy]

Black, White, & Time Travel

⭐️ Spoilers for Pokémon Black / White, along with some speculation.

Okay so. I might’ve mentioned Ikrit & I are casually replaying Black & White together. We got to Opelucid City & I’m wandering around chatting with NPC’s while Ikrit trains his team in the previous route.

I go over to this one house I’ve circled with the Youngster hanging outside. Upstairs I find this guy who was like “my father Bach made a machine that let him look into the future. I’m making one that looks into the past.”

…WHAT.

Ikrit runs over to that guy’s house in his game, & instead he finds a guy who’s like “I want to see my child Thyme’s future, so I’m making this machine”.

Both of them then just casually drops hints about the multiverse, saying they need a Pokémon who knows Charge from world where there’s another Opelucid City that looks “very old-timey” (Black) / “very futuristic” (White). So we catch & trade some Klinks, & give it to them. They both go over to their little laptop time machine thing & it activates.

For Ikrit (White) the man was like, “My precious Thyme is growing up as such a good kid!” His machine powers down, & he was like “What an experience! I can’t stop trembling! & even though I know the future, I guess my present time won’t change.” For me (Black), the man was like “Father! It’s me, Thyme!” He was like “I connected with the past…but I guess my present time won’t change.”

Both Bach & Thyme gave us a Cell Battery, & conclude to keep their heads in the present instead of worrying about the future & past. Bach (White) then tells little Thyme they were gonna go out & play while adult Thyme (Black) decides he was going to let go of his regrets & think positive.

—

So that happened. O_O

It could be that the past adult Thyme interacted with wasn’t his past, but was instead the other Thyme’s present - after all, he used a Pokémon from that other timeline. On that note, how did Bach & Thyme know about the other timeline? Why would they need that AU Pokémon, & how would they know? Since Thyme is a kid in White where there’s it’s more old-fashioned / natural in some places & an adult in Black where it’s more advanced / artificial (biggest examples being White Forest / Black City), is White in the past while Black is in the future?

Speaking of which, White Forest & Black City both show up as paintings in the Monochrome wallpaper in the BB League Club room, meaning either both exist, or they somehow know about both. For Ansy’s canon timeline, the Scarlet & Violet timelines converged - maybe something like that happened (which is kind of how I was treating it in the canon timeline anyways - I like White Forest way more than I do Black City, so in Ansy’s timeline it exists along with Black City 🌳🤍)

Lots of thoughts (clearly, lol). 💭

I found very little about this online, & since they weren’t in the house in BW2 (at least, when I checked in White 2 after doing this), looks like that’s all we’re gonna know about this on the canon side (until / unless the remakes &/or sequels we’re probably getting in Gen 10 adds anything).

TLDR: Black & White was hiding a time machine / multiversal little plot-line in Opelucid City this whole time.

[elysian-hell]

Heir of Deception:

Rich! Yanderes x Tabloid Writer! Reader TLDR: Bitches be crazy and unfortunately you're a fish in a barrel. You write a letter to your contact telling her that you need out(and why) with hopes it's well received or received at all... >>>TW: allusions to obsessive behavior.

Dear June, 

I know you’re just my contact but I don’t know who else to write a letter to. I’ve been disconnected from all contact with the outside world-- I actually don’t know if I'll manage to get this letter out or if it’ll be intercepted. I know you stuck your neck out for me and sponsored me to do this whole investigation but I think I’m in way over my head. These college students are absolute freaks and I’m not cut out for undercover work. I need to get out. I’m afraid of the upcoming Summer break. I think if I don’t get out before then… I’m not sure how easy it will be for me to get back at all. 

These were the people we were supposed to get the greatest payoff on and now they’ve become the people I’m most concerned about. I should have never let myself get close or… attached, I guess. At some point I dropped the disguise and now it’s like I can’t put up a front anymore. They suspect I’m not who I say I am, but I don’t know what they want from me. If you are willing to send help. If you can send help. This is what’s happening:

Arthur Bradford, third in line of the Bradford family fortune. He started off as my tutor to help catch me up to pace in exchange to scrub a detention from his record. He is the most prideful and self absorbed person I’ve ever met. He berated me and scolded me constantly and at some point I snapped and started to give it right back to him. We had a back and forth going but somewhere along the way it became a tango of sorts. Arthur became more real, more open. I was able to scrape beyond the surface but I didn’t realize that in turn it left me vulnerable too. 

Something tells me that he caught on to the fact that I’m not really an heiress but he keeps going along with this ruse, this “tutoring." He’ll take up as many hours of my day as he can before I up and leave. His lessons will go beyond the curriculum to the point where I don’t even understand his goal. Something about this is important to him because if I miss a session? He will go into an absolute rage. Although, Arthur is also a great source of gossip on the other students but the more he shared the more wary I became. He acts like I should be able to trust him, hell… like he’s the only person I can trust, but the way my hair goes on edge with him sometimes. I can feel that something isn’t right. 

“Y/n, you’re so naive. I really hope that doesn’t come back to bite you. You’re lucky to have me.”

Clayton Bass, the only child to an oil tycoon family. He was used to rough and tumble American sports like football so these rich kid activities were an adjustment. He and I were two of the handful of students that signed up for archery (he had actually signed up for everything). There was practically a tail wagging behind him when he saw me enter the green with my bow. He recalled me as the Queen of Detention when we first met and quickly decided that the both of us should train together in this time. While I struggled to build the arm strength to keep my aim steady, Clay was all brawn and no agility. That’s what he asked me to call him, Clay. 

Soon I was invited to game after game and practice after practice. Sometimes I would politely decline or just not show up but Clay would always seek me out and persuade me to come with. If he saw me on the green he would just drape himself on me or hug me from behind, startling me mid-conversation. Clay would pick me up and spin me around, elated every time he saw me. I was becoming an immovable post in his day to day. It scared me though, knowing he can just physically overpower me like that.

“Where d’ya think you’re goin’? You aren’t leaving right? I need my lucky charm tonight.”

Hendrix Arison was not at all like I gathered from the articles. On the surface sure, but underneath was someone who was depressed and exhausted beyond his years. All of the indulgences were to try to fill some kind of void. The only way I could get close enough was to have a fling. We agreed there were no strings attached and met at his dorm after curfew. Sometimes afterwards he would sit there and hum tunes to songs I’d never heard of before, after a few times I started to add a harmony or beat. When I asked him what it was he almost looked ashamed. They were works in progress that his label would never let him release. Hen stopped humming after that, but I had it stuck in my head to the point where I asked him to record a demo just for me. He just stared at me with a look that I couldn’t quite pin and pulled me in close, only agreeing once I couldn’t see his face. 

When I realized that he was fast approaching being a washed out celebrity I decided to stop pursuing him. I suggested that we end our situationship and he was weirdly against it, offended almost. When I pressed he would scoff and say that he had a whole slew of back ups, but asked if we could still be friends. I agreed but… he was almost always around. It was like he was expecting me to beg him to come back, to stop playing hard to get. I think he’s losing sleep over it. Each day the under eye circles get darker and he gets a little more impatient. 

“Why are you with him? Are you serious? Jealous?! I’ve never been jealous in my life.”

Brayden DuMont was the heir to his parent’s first generation wealth tech industry. To tell you the truth? He is actually a genius. This guy knows machinery better than anyone I’ve ever met in my life. I truly thought he only tolerated my presence. We shared a math class where he and I would always sit next to each other for. Never even exchanged more than a hello here and there. I would try to compliment his work, even if it was never for the class. It was usually some sort of side project. Blue prints or something to tinker with. Nothing I could ever make heads or tails of but impressive nonetheless. After a while he would look over at my paper and tap some wrong answers and mumble corrections aloud. 

He was never around but there were always little improvements made in my life left behind. The only reason I knew it was him was because he would leave behind a sticky note the same color as he used in his journals. A new lock on my door for extra security. A headlight on my bike which I didn’t know he knew I had or used? And most recently a cute little robot to keep me company. I don’t really know what he does, he usually just wheels around my room chirping every so often. I’m not sure why he’s doing all of this for me. I feel like I’m losing my autonomy piece by piece-- this is sweet, but not helping. 

“All I need is you beside me, and you can’t even do that? Of course, I need you. Isn’t that obvious?”

Haruki Sato is probably the most dangerous on paper having family ties with the yakuza. You’d never know it by talking to him though. Haru was the first to offer me a tour of the campus when I arrived. We gravitated towards each other ever since. He was easy to talk to and the most grounded out of anyone else here. If he caught me looking stressed he would take me to the diner in town. Once or twice he’s found me crying even and he just sat down next to me and let me let it out. As much as he’s the one I understand the best, I also have a hard time pinning any motivation on him either. Sometimes our conversations were a dance where either one of us was trying to back the other into a hole. Luckily, I almost always got out of that situation in a draw. He knows there’s something up with me, but I try my best not to sweat it. 

He seemed to disapprove of my relationships with the other students, like he could see something I couldn’t. As time went on I was able to see outside that blinding charm to see how the other people would avoid his gaze or hurry around the corner once they caught him. Even more strangely, they started to do that to me too. When I finally cornered a smaller fish that I was close to getting a story on he nearly shook as he looked all around for something. All I was able to get out of him was Haru’s name before he sprinted away full speed. Far off in the distance was Haruki smiling, he took his hand out of his pocket and waved at me as if nothing alarming happened at all. 

“Let me handle this. I don’t want your pretty little hands getting dirty.”

Liam Pendelsen was the most normal rich person I had met at this deranged college. We talked about favorite books, tv shows, and games. We got food together. Sometimes we would lay on his bed and just shoot the shit until past curfew. Once I actually fell asleep in his dorm and had to rush back to the women’s dormitory before I was caught. He was nice enough to loan me one of his hoodies to fight off the early morning chill. It felt natural with him. He told me about his situation about his family and I started to feel guilty that I was lying to him this whole time. I decided that he had enough to worry about and my spilling his secrets wasn’t going to be one of them. I withdrew and thought that he’d fall into step with his other friends and I would just fade into obscurity. 

I was so wrong. I ate breakfast earlier to avoid him, he would find me to ask where I was. I would try and fill my time with other people... and Liam would just show up and join in like he was invited in the first place. I put a stop to our evening hang out sessions. Liam climbed the tree outside my window and let himself in to my room and waited until I got back. What's even more surprising? He was pretty pissy if I strolled back in late. As if the only person I should be out with at that hour was him. If I pushed too hard to pump the breaks on our friendship he would grab a hold of me and beg me not to. To tell him why and how he could fix it. It was like trying to save him from me by leaving him alone was breaking his heart in a whole other way. 

“No, you can’t! Why are you pulling away? I’ll change, just please, don’t go.” 

Professor Lysander is the teacher I spent most time with. He is my homeroom, English teacher, and advisor. He saw how I struggled to keep up and fit in and advised I start tutoring with Arthur. I think knowing he isn’t part of all of this elitist nightmare made me feel comfortable around him to let down my guard. Lysander was only a little older than me, a year or two. Something told me he was lonely too, at least in the sense that there weren’t people around that understood what it was like. I never told him about my real identity but he felt for me anyway. I started going to his house in town on Friday evenings for dinner. I learned about his ex-wife and how he inherited his home here. 

Rarely, I would spend the night in the guest room and he was always more than willing to share the space. I feel like this house is too big for him. Sometimes he would offer me to have dinner more often or to spend the weekend to enjoy downtown for once. I felt like I was getting too integrated into the household. I was putting away leftovers and photos of him and his wife on the fridge were replaced of polaroids of him and I. There was a rock in my gut that I just couldn’t remove. 

“You always have a room here. In fact, it’s yours. Your visits are really special to me.” 

If any of them catch wind of the other's behavior it is full on catatonic. They'd bicker at the least or throw punches at their worst. I try my best to keep them apart but there's only so many hours in the day and they want all of my time. I was losing sleep over figuring out how to handle them separately or together. I feel an ulcer coming on at this rate.

I thought it couldn't get any worse until it stopped. Altogether, it came to a halt. I was able to be around more than one of them without an altercation. It was a lot eerier than I thought. They mention that they want to take a trip this summer. That there's a villa by the ocean where we could all go. It sounds innocent enough but I don't think I can keep my cover if they have access to the internet unlike here on campus. But it's bigger than that too. Something tells me that if I go with them that something bad will happen.

And I don't think they're taking no for an answer.

Please. I'm begging you. Pull me out. Give me a signal if you can. I'll keep a bag packed. Until then...

Sincerely, -Y/n

[hpgal]

DC X DP Ghost Dog

CW: Blood, Violence

TLDR: Jason is fighting a losing battle against a new opponent he is having trouble hitting. This leads to him being chased and running into Danny whose chilling in an alley.

Word Count: 1326

a/n: Might write more where more Batfam encounter Danny and Danny's perspective, may even rewriting the ending of this. I got the idea from a prompt someone posted here on Tumblr and I forgot to save it but I'd love to tag them if anyone can help me find them! The prompt was something along the lines of Danny will randomly appear in alleys with items that the person needs exactly to solve a problem they were having.

Jason emptied his clip a long while ago and was now being chased through Crime Alley by some sort of dog. It was big. If was angry and it was... green?

The bullets did nothing to it but aggravated the thing and so it chased him. His comms weren't working to call for backup and he was getting tired. It's been 15 minutes of running and that was before you add on he was trying to fight the thing prior and he was now injured after taking a hit meant for a civilian.

He jumped off the rooftop, stumbling. Instead of catching the opposite ledge he plummeted to the ground. A dumpster broke his fall. But damn did it hurt, especially with a prexisting slash of claws on his side. He was still human after all. He had some time but he did not want to waste a single second before it could catch back up to him. So, begrudgingly and in pain, Jason pushed himself back up and out the dumpster.

"Great I'm going to smell like rotten fish for a week" he muttered to no one in particular as he brushed garbage off him.

Before he could formulate a game plan, his thought process froze. He looked up in confusion and blinked. Then blinked again as he stared at what he saw.

A kid with black hair and looked incredibly scrawny sat on a stoll behind a table with a sign "Clockworks Goods and Services!" The kid seemed unbothered with headphones on and eyes closed as he leaned back against the wall of the alley.

Hell the kid almost looked like Damian. If he has blue eyes he'd be a perfect candidate for a Bruce adoption. But why was a kid here.. selling his services?

Jason takes a moment to listen out and notice it is oddly quiet which meant the green dog must not be close yet so he takes advantage of the situation to figure out what the hell is going on here. He takes a step forward and looks at the contents on the table. It was empty except for a single bell with faded writing saying "ring me!" And so he did.

The kid opens his eyes with a start. They were piercing blue. Oh Bruce would fall for this kid instantly, he thinks to himself.

"Oh evening!" The kid starts as he stands up stretching as he removes his headphones from his head. "It looks like you're in need of my services. What is your problem today?"

The kid was so nonchalant as he spoke and moved around. The kid glanced at the table and furrowed his brow. "My names Danny by the way" he quickly adds on.

Jason stares at Danny through his mask perplexed. Something about this didn't sit right with him. It was late at night and Danny was hanging out in an alleyway selling services yet he looked not a day over 15.

But something drives him to answer Danny's question and answer it truthfully, "I'm fighting something and none of my attacks are working on it but it's causing destruction and hurting the people of Crime Alley. It even managed to injure me"

As soon as he says it, he wants to smack himself. Why would he need to tell the kid that? He shoyld be telling him to grt out of here, that it isn't safe.

Danny however shrugs like this was normal for him and looks down at the table again. The plastic folding tables surface remained empty except for the bell but Danny seems confused at this.

"Huh usually it appears when you say it." Danny mutters and proceeds to look under the table then behind him.

Jason however is further confused and raises a hand to his helmet to try his comms again. Unsurprisingly he hears only static. What he does hear instead of his families voices, is the barking of a dog in the distance and something crashing.

Aw shit.

Jason looks up then towards the entrance of the alley with a sigh, "Look, kid, I'm going to circle back to you and your... weirdness later, for now, you need to find somewhere safe while I deal with an abnormally large and green dog."

This seems to catch Danny's attention as he jerks back upright and looks at me. He stares, and I see the wheels in his head turn. He sighs, and his shoulders slump inwards.

"I get it now. I'm the service you need" Danny rolls his shoulders back and steps out from behind the table, heading to the entrance of the alley.

"Woah kid stay back! It's dangerous!" Jason calls out behind him as he jogs to catch up, only slightly twitching in pain as he moves. The kid was incredibly fast for someone who looked malnourished.

As soon as Jason reaches the street, he turns to see where the kid had gone. His eyes widened at the sight of Danny walking like it was just another day towards the rampaging dog.

Danny stops just out of reach of the green dog and whistles two quick notes. The dog pauses and looks towards Danny, its fast twisting from one of anger to excitement as evident with its tail wagging.

“Cujo!” Danny yells, “Bad dog! Drop the car!” the dog whines and drops the car it had in its mouth with a loud thud.

The dog, Jason now knows as Cujo, gets low to the ground and its ears press against its head like any dogs would when they are embarrassed or know they’ve been caught doing something they weren’t supposed too.

“Come here boy! It’s time to take you home!” Danny calls out to it, producing a glowing green dog treat from his pockets.

Jason just watches the entire encounter unfold, gobsmacked. He doesn’t know what to think of it. He couldn’t believe his luck. It was that simple. Who is this kid? As Jason continues to watch his jaw drops to the floor at what happens next.

The dog starts shrinking until it is ithe size of a puppy and comes bounding up to Danny with little playful barks. Danny scoops Cujo up with a sigh and scratches Cujos head right behind his ears.

Danny turns to look towards me, the street where Cujo came from a mess. He gives a sheepish smile and wave, “Sorry about that! I didn’t think Cujo followed me today! I’ll speak to my dog sitter about watching him more carefully next time!”

Danny turns back towards the chaos Cujo created on the street and glances at his watch. “Well, it’s time for me to clock out. I’ll send someone to clean up the mess! Sorry again!” Danny pauses for a moment as he glances once more at Jason, squinting.

A green glowing portal opens up behind Danny and he looks between Jason and the portal. He sets Cujo down and directs him to go through the portal. Danny jogs over to Jason, digging through his pockets.

“Oh sorry you’re hurt and sick. Probably my fault honestly. Here.” Danny shoves something into Jason's hands before he can protest, dumbfounded by what just happened, “That should get rid of the tainted Lazarus Waters in your soul and let your injury heal up like normal. Sorry again!”

Jason just stares before finally getting his bearings again, “Who the hell are you?!”

Danny just laughs, “I’m just your friendly neighborhood ghost.” and with that Danny leaves through the portal, it closing behind him leaving destruction and a baffled Jason in the street.

Like Danny promised, not even a few minutes later, another portal opened up in the streets of Crime Alley, spilling out dozens of glowing green people, who Jason started to believe were really ghosts. The ghosts got to work and by morning, it was like nothing happened.

At the next family dinner, no one believed Jason of what happened that night.

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a/n: I feel like we don't see Cujo enough in fics. I mean come on, a ghost dog? How cool is that?!?! I love Cujo <3 And we all know how much Cujo loves Danny!

[hatsukeii]

if you're too shy (let me know) / bsf!osamu miya x reader

genre(s): fluff! + bsf to lovers!! they're both kinda stupid but i respect it! this is an apology from me to you for all the shit i've put you through in the past few angsty fics

warning(s): suggestive at the end, but no explicit nsfw, and you can interpret it as literally never happening as well! mc had one meh/bad experience w a hookup and it's mentioned in passing but nothing graphic

wc: 1.7k

tldr; the five kisses that osamu thinks he'd like to give, and the time that he does

#5: Miya Osamu would like to kiss into the palm of a hand

Osamu's hands have been calloused, bruised, and battered from youth. His fingers have caught flying volleyballs by the bloodied tips, knuckles have beaten up Atsumu countless times, palms have scraped and squeaked against the floor of the school gymnasium every day and night. Osamu doesn't remember what it feels to run his fingers across the smooth lines of his palms, or how it feels to touch his bare skin without some scratching sensation from the hardened rounds that decorate his hands.

Tonight, Osamu lies on the rooftop of some bar, the twenty-something people here for Atsumu's MSBY victory party shaking the walls and collapsing the ceiling with bouts of dancing and screaming. The fake grass beneath him cushions his body, bending and curving under his weight, and the weight of another beside him. His head tilts to glance over at you, limbs splayed out across the ground.

"What... whatdya lookin' at... 'samu?"

His head fogs, eyes spinning as he turns back to the starry sky, and the white dots in a backdrop of black begin to draw spirals around his head as he subconsciously rubs at the calluses on his fingertips and picks at the dried skin peeling off his palms. You. He's looking at you. Tonight, he thinks he'll use the sky as an excuse.

"Stars... they're pretty."

#4: Miya Osamu would like to kiss the top of a forehead

The earliest kiss Osamu can recall is from none other than his own mother, who held his face so gently in her equally calloused palms as her thumbs rubbed at the bruise on his forehead, earned from running into a glass panel wall. It must've hurt, Osamu! Be careful! She had said, inevitable tenderness seeping from her angry brows and worried eyes as she pressed a soft kiss into the bruise. The purple stain must've disappeared then and there, healed by a kiss, Osamu thought.

You roll over to lie on your side, and shuffle towards Osamu, who's still picking at nothing on his hands. A whiff of hot breath fans the skin of his ear, and Osamu freezes up at the proximity, shifting in the grass.

"...'samu! areyouuu drunk?"

His ears are red at the tips when you giggle stupidly into them, almost scalding to the touch, like they will melt skin and boil blood at direct contact. You haven't changed one bit since graduating from Inarizaki, still a lightweight, still whiny when alcohol begins flowing through your veins. If he could, he would pick you up, and tuck you into the nearest bed with the blankets up to your chin, just the way you like it, as he usually does when you show up at his house like this on random midnights. This time, he swears the alcohol is getting to his head too.

"Nooo...?"

The ground beneath him collapses when your fingers come up to flick his forehead. He twitches, before shooting up and rubbing at the sore spot. He curses himself for forgetting about the shots from before settling in when his mind blanks and his body sends itself straight back into the grass, the impact forcing a grunt from his chest. You cackle at him, and Osamu thinks he could definitely use a kiss on the forehead right now.

#3: Miya Osamu would like to kiss someone on the cheeks

Whenever Atsumu brings his team along to the store, brooding, foreign men soften into mounds of affection, teddy bears who engulf Osamu in all-encompassing embraces, and push sloppy pecks into both of his cheeks. In these situations, Osamu isn't sure what else to do but stand and let every teammate have their turn. He made an offhanded comment once to Atsumu, something along the lines of not understanding why a kiss on the cheek was the default greeting for foreigners. Atsumu, with grains of rice decorating the corners of his mouth, laughed at his question, and told him, it's the cheeks that smile back.

"Hey...'samu?"

You've propped your head up in your hand, elbow digging into the grass beside Osamu's motionless figure as you lie sideways on your hips, face angled above his own. Your eyes travel to his that stare at the sky, and you swim in intoxicating pools of mercury, bedazzled by the reflections of rhinestones sewn into the night sky. Osamu tries to look at the stars, he really does, yet his noticeable glances at your flushed cheeks are enough to catch your attention. Somewhere downstairs, a bet has been won as fists slam into tables and cheers erupt from the bar. Somewhere on this roof, your hair hangs loose in the elastic that's unwinding from your head, a silk cover draping over a Roman statue.

"Can weee... try something?"

#2: Miya Osamu would like to kiss along the side of a neck

Osamu likes to make fun of you the mornings after you stay over at his place, from the second you shoot up from his bed and storm into his kitchen, where he prepares onigiris to shake away the hangover from the night before. Once, a few years ago, he had to run to the nearest convenience store for bruise cream, all to help ease away purple marks the size of someone else's mouth on your neck. He deliberately fucked around when helping you, poking at different spots until you slapped him and snatched the canister of cream from his hands. Whose fault was it that you now look like you can't 'curl your hair?' He had spat out. Osamu knows that he only made fun of the purple splotches because they weren't his own.

"Are you...sure?"

"Yeaah!"

Osamu is cautious, hands hovering above your waist as the two of you lie on your sides. What he's doing, he isn't sure. After all, in his twenty-four years of living amongst the likes of you, and in eight of those years spent watching you from the corners of his eyes, he has never touched anyone like this. Not their hands, not their face, not their waist. He moves away from your waist, opting to graze his pinky with yours instead. You tangle your fingers with his, holding his hand tight against your own. His calluses are hard beneath your soft palms, toughened through trials of time and effort. You lead his hand up to the side of your neck, and release it there. Osamu lets it mold into the shape of you, palm fitting on your body as if it was carved for only his touch.

"Feels right?"

"...Feels good, 'samu."

You return his touch with a hand cupping his cheek, and something unfamilar, more dizzying than the shots he took, surges through Osamu's entire being. He turns his face to your touch, and his mouth just makes contact with the lines on your palm. They're soft, so warm against his lips, and he presses them a little deeper, a satisfied hum voicing itself from your throat.

"Do you...like that too?"

"I...do. Is it okay if you keep going?"

He nods, pulling your face towards him as he turns away from your palm, and planting a kiss on your forehead instead. Your breathy sigh is music to his ears, and he lets his lips linger on your skin. But Osamu is only doing this for a friend, a friend who is confused about what feels good, and what feels wrong. A friend who hasn't felt genuine touch since the night they showed up at his house, hickeys decorating their neck. He remembers your grumbles beneath your breath as you slathered the cream across every single purple stain, fuck, it hurts. He didn't get it then, and he doesn't get it now. How could this touch ever hurt, when everything about it seems tailor-made for the mouth that gives?

"Was that okay?"

"...Yeah, that was nice."

Osamu's eyes migrate to your cheeks now, flushed and red even in the guise of darkness that encompasses the air around you. He wants to see them smile. He moves from your forehead, and his vision darts between each of your eyes. Your breath hitches at his staring, and it gets stuck in your throat when fluttering warmth lands on your left cheekbone, then your right. His hair tickles your forehead, body now impossibly close to yours as his hands massage and stroke at your neck. You think about slipping your hands beneath his shirt, so you can touch him the way he's doing to you, bare skin and all, and you smile.

"Do you want a few more?"

You don't want just a few more, you want it all.

"Yeah, do what feels right, 'samu."

He grins, dipping into your neck as he peppers kisses across its length. You squirm and giggle at the sensation, his breaths and hair tickling your sensitive skin.

"'S-samu! That tickles! Something else! Please!"

He laughs into your neck, before coming back up to meet your eyes. Your figure is getting blurry beneath his vision, either from the alcohol still running through his system, or something else- something better, more addicting too.

Then Osamu's got his lips on your own, and you're slipping your hands beneath his shirt the way that you thought you wanted to. His torso is smooth beneath your fingertips, and he shivers, sending trembles from his body to yours. He can't see a thing beneath his eyelids, but his hands find the skin of your waist instinctively. His hands were made for this, he thinks. Not to pick at his calluses or to trace lines into his palms. No, they were made for you, made to hold your waist against his own. Your hands travel from his torso to his back, feeling for the dip in his spine as you push him close, even closer than he already is.

"Do you like me, 'samu?" You mumble against his lips at the chance, and he gives you a shit eating, albeit smitten smirk in response.

"I think you know that already. But maybe…”

His head inches towards the side of your own, sending a hot breath into your ear. His hand slides towards the centre of your stomach from your waist, irritatingly slow.

“…I would like you better if you took off your clothes."

#1: Miya Osamu would like to kiss you

author's note:

i'll kiss u fr if u know what song this is made from because i can't get it out of my head like it's SO GOOD also i need osamu like this too he's a YEARNING MAN HERE!!! this is the apology for all the angst i've been pumping out lately i know i've hurt a few souls but it's nothing a yearning osamu fic can't fix bbs

anyways tags!!

@chuuya-brainrot @starlysama @catsoupki @akaakeis @fiannee @bailey-reeds @hiraethwa @iiwaijime

ok bye bye see u next fic pookies love u guys

[mstowel]

this is a lot of posts for me in 24 hours, but there are a couple things i saw/experienced at the show in relation to audience & stage door behavior that i think is important to know to discourage that behavior. this is gonna be super long, so bear with me <3

tldr: be quiet during shows & be respectful to those around u at stage door

first the audience behavior. i was sat behind two people who i have had the unfortunate luck of sitting behind at an earlier show a few weeks ago. so this doesnt go for all audience members, but i have heard other situations like this as well. the ENTIRE show, they were lip syncing to the songs and dancing (which ok worse things have happened, but it was incredibly distracting for the people around me, who kept complaining about their behavior). they also were literally quoting the scenes out loud. like, would say the character's lines before the actor even said it themselves. it was actually insane? like fully ruining scenes and moments in the show, because they clearly wanted people around them to know they had seen the show before. behavior like that is just rude and incosiderate. if u wanna sing along and act out the dialogue, maybe stay home and watch a bootleg? people paid a LOT of money to see the actors perform, not random audience members. it was really frustrating to a lot of people sitting around me, and to me as well. so just dont do that maybe?

for stage door behavior, im gonna name one person (bc multiple ppl have had issues with them), but leave the other two unnamed because i dont think anyone needs to receive unnecessary hate. there were a few people at stage door who werent at the show, and i understand that that happens all the time and u cant really do anything about it! but it was people who often brag and post about going only to the stage door without seeing the show and take up a few spots at the front. like....this is not the first time they've done this, and also they were maybe involved in a certain dming and food situation from a while ago if u guys remember that....so. no hate to them, free will and all, you can do what you want. but like, the repeat offending of constantly stage dooring without seeing the show is wild to me.

for the named person, broadwaypolaroids needs to chill tf out. i know multiple ppl who have had issues with her, and i never really cared to think about her until the last few times i have stage doored (all of which she has been at) where she is just so disrespectful not only to the actors, but the other fans who were at the show waiting to talk to the actors. she was fully interrupting fans conversations with certain actors to make the actors take at lesat 3 or 4 photos on her dumbass camera. she also was fully blocking the way for actors to leave and forcing them into stopping to take pictures. also insane that she charges money for these pictures and i think more people need to be talking about it, but maybe thats just me. i also one night saw her be rude to security because trevor (who was on as pony that show) didnt sign playbills in the section she was standing in. mind u trevor was outside for lile 15 minutes really taking his time with the fans. she went up to security and basically demanded they get trevor to come back outside. it was literally one of the more insane things i have ever witnessed. anyways, that turned into a rant. but the behavior from her last night was seriously not cool and shes just a rude person from what i have seen.

anways! lets remember to be considerate and respectful of those around us, both at the show and afterwards. everyone is there for the reason of enjoying the show and maybe getting to compliment the actors' performances after. so just be quiet during shows and be kind to those around u, in seats and at stage door. its truly not that hard. ok bye! <3

[azriaann]

so fairy tail 178........

first of all... I will always HATE the dumbass-ification of natsu's character. og natsu would actually be rolling in his grave listening to the hyq version yap about "needing to be the one to defeat ignia" and feeling threatened because the fire cat wants to go talk to ignia instead??? wdym happy is the voice of reason... of course a part of natsu's character has always been comedic relief and he is supposed to be dumb (to an EXTENT) but it is just so genuinely difficult to enjoy his screen time in hyq... like pls don't make me hate my boy...

I do also wonder how this little fire cat knows about natsu's supposed "power". tbh I haven't paid attention to the manga in a long time because nalu haven't had any screen time but the cat saying that natsu needs to "eat those [special flames] ... [to] awaken [his] power" is certainly interesting. like I'm really trying to not be hopeful here because hyq almost never delivers (💀) but come on... they're FINALLY referencing the first (and only) interesting part of this series (natsu's loss of control over his power in literally like chapter 20 or something LMAO). I don't really understand what "the power to make a prison of flames" means or how it's ... relevant? but they are speaking my language with "...that will burn everything up" (hyq 178.. yes im citing my sources!).

anyways so in ft og, natsu's initial transformation into end is followed by his flashback to Lucy being 'dead', to which he says "nobody can stop me now" (ft 504). the only time we have been shown (supposedly???) demon (?????) natsu in hyq was in chapter 22, which can only be argued based on his appearance and behaviour being the same as it was in ft 504, seeing as his demonic state was never mentioned by any other character after or during chapter 22. obviously the language in the chapters mirrors each other, as he states "I have to burn every single thing... until they all turn to ash" in ch. 22, so this HAS to be leading up to natsu losing it again lol... and the supporting language from 504 (see prev. citation), along with Lucy's position as (somehow) the only person who was scared of natsu's fire in ch. 22 implies that she SHOULD have an imperative role in the finale as the only person who can "stop" natsu should he turn into a demon again (504).

tldr surely this shit is leading up to a nalu + end!natsu finale and im going to be confused if it doesn't!

I also wanna talk about Lucy's new magical role because? what????

I really don't understand Why an entity known as a "dragon god" that has been around for hundreds of years just fuckign doing his own thing would have a key?? that allows some random chick (sorry Lucy xoxo) to summon him whenever??? make it make sense? does this imply that every single dragon god (and even maybe dragon?) would have a key? I feel like this bs is antithetical to the entire purpose of dragons in the series as creatures that have not only ended humankind like 3 times, but also as monsters that humans had to develop special magic to defeat? I don't feel like finding a source for it but like majority of the plot lines of fairy tail revolve around the incredible power of dragons and their unwillingness to bend to human authority (eg. Irene, igneel+co as the exception, zeref+natsu's family's demise, the dragon festival, AND SO ON). why on EARTH would a dragon, let alone a dragon GOD, allow a human to have control over his agency? it makes 0 sense... even if this dude is a good guy.

moving on... I think that it is funny for the writers to have Lucy be a celestial spirit wizard for 700+ chapters and then randomly change her role into a "summoner" in a small, anticlimactic blurb in a chapter that does not even revolve around her (178). regardless of how I feel about that, shouldn't that be a much bigger deal?? shouldn't there be a lot more unpacking of her new power (which I guess isn't really new but still)? this dude says "wizards who have keys and get their powers from gates ... are collectively known as 'summoners'"... which still implies that there are different versions, so like why should Lucy be able to just summon who ever? "collectively" places the term "summoner" as an umbrella term, like I don't understand how that is supposed to just explain that she suddenly is more than a celestial spirit wizard??!! fuckass "im sure you can summon a dragon" like okay. wrap it up. I just feel like this isn't necessary and I can't even understand why they're doing this? bro just like expand on celestial spirit magic instead😭 ffs just have her get the key of Draco or something good lord LIKE THAT WOULD MAKE SO MUCH MORE SENSE. IT WOULD BE UNDERSTANDABLE FOR THAT GUY TO HAVE THAT KEY AND IT WOULD MAKE SENSE FOR HER MAGIC'S PURPOSE😭 sorry guys this series actually pisses me off so bad LMAO...

tldr being able to summon a dragon god is antithetical to the entire existence/purpose of dragons in the series and also having Lucy not "just" be a celestial spirit wizard is dumb as hell because they could've just expanded her magic and/or given her the key of Draco.

wait I feel like I need to say that Lucy is my fav character ever and I love her so much and she is kick ass... the reason why I don't like the random power up is because (in my mind) it undermines the power that she has already worked for herself by giving her this random ability to summon a dragon for no reason instead of expanding on her fundamental talents. like she has the power of the STARS how is it possible that they can't work with that instead of giving her random abilities???? maybe im biased because star power is awesome in my head but STILL

... fuckass yukino is gonna come on screen and immediately be able to summon a dragon too... just watch.......

[ashieeeesh]

I am so sorry for the dorm name mistakes but im too lazy to look it up forgive me

Tldr: campus menance yuu

Honestly, if american yuu (or any kind of bad yuu) would be so funny because wdym yuu wont grab a chair and bang that shit up against another student because they looked at them a little too long. Wdym, they won't try to make twst version of weed using the pomfiere's equipment and get high everytime they go to class. Wdym, they don't 1 v 5 with the savannah students.

Heartstybul: american yuu, would probably break every one of the rules just for giggles

Savannah: would prob fight everyone coz their hands are rated E for everyone. Would prob bring a weapon tbh 😭

Octavine: honestly i think they would vibe with floyd yknow chaotic duo 😭

Scarbia?: idk they wouldn't bother that dorm coz them and kalim are close idk best friends

Pomfiere?: honestly would beat them up until they make them a twst version of weed or some weird ass drugs

Ignihyde?: honestly thats where they get their weapons from 😭.

Disnomia: honestly i feel likee they would just bully em idk they're like the emo kids at school lunch cant change my mind

Staffs

Crowley: idek tbh i think they would just make their lives a living hell. You got any important documents? Suddenly its being used as their doodle book. Their office? Their new napping place

Crewel: i honestly think that theyre a love hate relationship coz either their to stoned to make a problem and will actually be a good student saying smt along the lines of "they make my head hurt more than thee weed" or probs talk back to crewel.

Trein: would say okay boomer

Sam: they chill they supply them with crazy illegal things for the right student price :D. Also likes to habg out with their shadow friends

Vargas: gone. Wouldn't even show up to class.

Sometimes would ally themselves with jade and floyd to gang up sith some poor unfortunate soul and leave their body somewhere secluded idk

The staff can't do anything about it coz who are they gonna call the parents? The Kid is from another dimension with prob 69 felonies on 3 different countries

Please again im sorry for the dorm names 😭😭

Istg i laugh. evertime i make up scenarios about american yuu

[frostedsugarcookiehearts]

-> side dish ! : "man shit"

tldr ; seems like someone liked the movie more than he thought he would... -> a / n : i <3 this movie, it's so delusional hopeless romantic core. also sorry its soso short! school is KICKING my ass !! 💌 : mixtape to this fic ; beginning middle end by leah nobel (from the to all the boys i've loved before soundtrack)

,, yo, what're ya watchin' ? "

,, re-watching to all the boys i've loved before, " you chirp, snuggled up on the couch, petting both of the cats as they lay on your chest and stomach. he'd been wondering where the cats were as he streamed, and he'd strolled into the living room watching you with practical heart-eyes as you intently watched your movie, your whole body leaning forward as you hung onto every word.

,, that's such a girl movie. " he scoffs, crossing his arms as jambo hops off the couch, standing at his feet before he picks jambo up, holding the cat to his chest like an overprotective mama bear.

,, nuh-uh! my dad watched it with me growing up! " you argue weakly, mirroring his movements as you crossed your arms as if to prove a point.

,, yeah, and he was probably thinking, 'damn, i can't wait until my kid turns this shit off so i can go watch sunday night football and drink a beer. can we turn on a real movie, like american psycho?"

immediately you grimace, your tongue sticking out childishly. ,, eugh, no! that movie's nasty - there's just blood, blood, blood. there's no way you actually like that movie. "

,, it's a like, take on modern societ- " he started rambling on one of his famous filmbro rants which definitely were 100% not searched up on the internet by him with some version of 'how to look cool' and 'what films to like to impress your partner' and 'do people really like american psycho', unbeknownst to you.

you tried to interject, ,, bullshit- " but schlatt was a man, if not a determined one.

,, - and there's no way you actually like THIS movie! it's basically crack in a romcom, it's so cliché." he finishes, huffing and throwing his arms up, exasperated like a toddler sick of his first day at kindergarten.

,, just give it a chanceee, " you whine.

he grumbled something along the lines of being a man and how american psycho would be so much better, but despite his hatred for the 'girly' movie he stood in front of the tv, his arms crossed, huffing and grumbling - asking questions periodically such as "wait, who's josh again?" or comments such as, "man, this gen gal is a bitch - this is a romcom, right? do they kill people off in romcoms? can we kill her?" and praising peter kavinsky like, "yeah peter, you the man", or "yeah peter gettin' pussy!" ("jay, shut the fuck up!" you exclaimed after the fifth bro-comment along the lines of "get the girl, peter!" & "damn, he's the whole package." "jay, do you have a crush on peter kavinsky?" "shiiit, maybe i do! hey, can peter kavinsky be my hall pass?")

and in the last scene, to your surprise, he laughed, his eyes wide as he shook you back and forth. ,, peter got the girl!"

,, hm, seems like someone was paying attention. did you like the movie?" you tease, smirking, putting your hands behind your head as you kicked your feet up, studying his excited, giddy expression that the movie had a happy ending where his "boy" peter got the girl.

he instantly puts on the tough-guy facade, scoffing and guffawing as if that were ridiculous, but he mumbles under his breath,

,, maybe. dont tell anyone though, it'd ruin my image. "

divider credits to the lovelyyy @strangergraphics-archive. divider makers out here savin' lives 🙌

[starshinegazer]

Shoutout Sunday

I just wanted to collect some of the most memorable Astarion fanfics I've read so far and to give them and their authors a big ol' shoutout. These are some of the fics I strongly suggest others to check out, if you haven't yet.

Also, please feel free to comment and recommend your favorites as well! And, if you know of some of these authors on tumblr, lemme know, so I can add them too :) I'm not too good with words, so I'll be slapping some of the authors own words as descriptions (for now). Oh, and do be mindful of tags etc etc... Here goes, in no particular order:

Pieces Still Stuck In Your Teeth by howlsmovinglibrary (@wetcatspellcaster) "The Vampire Ascendent has crossed a line. Eleven years after making the biggest mistake of her life and losing the man she loved, tiefling wizard (now Archmage) Rosalie decides it’s time to put this Astarion in the ground for good. Hopefully, both her head and her heart are strong enough to see this awful task through to its end."

An Honest Lie by howlsmovinglibrary (@wetcatspellcaster) "Astarion and Rosalie think they understand each other perfectly, but they have each fallen prey to the other’s mask. As they both go forward with their adventure, will either of them dare to be honest?"

A Crooked Touch by eyes_of_the_lamb "If you want to read a story where Astarion is sweet from the start and Tav is here to fix him, this isn't the one. If you want to read about two terribly broken men spending a good long while making each other worse before they make each other better, this might be for you. If you thought the in-game romance was a little too easy and it should have been ten times more painful and difficult to convince Astarion he's worthy of love, this is definitely for you."

Perfect Slaughter by Imagineitdear (@imagineitdearies ) "Tyrus, a low-born drow with aspirations for necromantic wizardry, finds none of the hospitality he expected from his new noble patron, Cazador Szarr. Quickly he loses his life and future, his hopes and dreams—only to find something new to fight for in the unlikely arms of Cazador’s least favorite spawn."

A Novel Experience by meanboss (@meanbossart ) "Initially just an epilogue for my own game campaign with my big meaty dark urge drow, turned whole story which I accidentally deleted and am now reuploading, my bad LOL

Hope you enjoy!"

Carving Through The Dark by skitter "The realm is safe and the story is over.

Wren and Astarion descend into the Underdark in search of a new purpose, and learn a few things along the way. Namely, that healing isn't linear and sometimes love takes the long way round."

Blood In The Weave by gingealish "There is no need to breathe, but I miss it all the same. The suffocating silence, the desperate darkness have encapsulated me for I don’t even know how long; It could have been tendays or years. I’ve long since accepted my punishment, stopped trying in vain to crack the seal of my tomb against the onslaught of panic and hunger. Now I lay here, thinking of the friends I’ve lost, the lover who turned on me, and how to finally get even.

Astarion is the new Big Bad Evil Guy. Spawn Tav is rescued by a familiar face. "

When He’s all but Forgotten How to Love Again by bg_brainrot "You saved Baldur’s Gate almost 300 years ago. You died 150 years ago. On a new life now, you find that memories from your past lead you to a specific silver-haired man. Who was he, and why won't he leave you be? tldr; An Elf-Tav reincarnation story where Tav dreams about Astarion in their nightly reveries and eventually seeks him out once they reach maturity. Things definitely totally go well."

More Than Any Words by mataglap "They have saved the city and possibly the world. All is great and everyone is happy... except Astarion has been banished back into the shadows, and Tav is stuck in an uneven battle with his own oath. He's losing the fight. He knew he would from the moment he fell for Astarion. But he can't lose yet, not before they find a way for Astarion to walk in the sun again."

Inexhaustible Oil by homeward_bound "This is the absolute opposite of a redemption fic. A post-canon, fall-from-grace, "I can make you infinitely worse" kind of story, in which there is no simple happy ending. But there's mystery on the way. And dragons. True love, even. So if you're fine with that, come aboard. It's going to be a wild ride."

[aq2003]

really love how throughout a lot of smith and jones martha is really skeptical and apprehensive towards ten (+ one of my favorite exchanges between them - "what, people call you 'the doctor'?" "yeah?" "well, i'm not. far as i'm concerned, you've got to earn that title."), not taking everything he says at face value, even doubting the fact he's an alien until over halfway through the episode.. And like. i really truly think the thing that wins her over isn't him kissing her or any of the other insane mixed messages he manages to send, it's this scene here, where he /earns that title/ in her eyes:

(+ david's bit in the commentary, where he says: "[the doctor] has actually sacrificed himself, and - i would say, that that final act of selflessness is what finally, eventually, welds martha to him. [...] and she now returns it. she returns that act of selflessness.")

this is what their relationship is built on. it isn't about martha being the second-best replacement to rose or a rebound or whatever. bc it isn't really about rose. it's about doctor-in-training martha meeting someone (quite literally, "the doctor") whose ideals she aspires to, and doing her best to be the same person to him as he is to everyone else. it's about ten in return admiring her intelligence and inquisitiveness and how she cares for human life, recovering his compassion, letting himself lean on her for support - and then remembering at the most inopportune moments that he's supposed to not need anyone and be on his own forever. And around in their little nightmare loop they go where they save each other over and over until one of them breaks

i've seen ppl look at martha and go "why she does she admire/why is she so in love with ten if he acts like that to her?" or something along those lines and like. it's not just the fact she's in love with him (in fact i'd argue she actively tries to push it aside post-gridlock). it's the fact that she knows he's the kind of person to put everyone else's lives/well-being over his own. she trusts him to save her when she's in trouble even though it's been like two days at most that they've known one another bc she recognizes that same "deep all-encompassing drive to help others" in him. and she also recognizes, much much earlier than him, that he needs someone to save him, especially when he's unwilling to save himself. and yeah for a bit she thinks he returns her feelings and is just playing hard-to-get, but she realizes pretty early on that this probably isn't the case, and i think that realization fully solidifies here:

(this is when she's listening to ten talk abt gallifrey). And idk it might just be me but i think this expression isn't just her empathizing with his loss. it's also guilt, for wanting something from him that he's clearly unable to give when he's wracked with so much grief. (and you see it in the next episode, where tallulah asks if they're together and martha says for certain that they're not, and that he doesn't know about her feelings for him. she keeps everything to herself bc she now knows that when he shut her flirting down at the end of 3x01 it was the genuine reaction of someone who a) isn't interested and b) is scared of getting close with someone else again)

freema described their dynamic as "she's keener than him" and i think about this all the time. martha doesn't really take what ten throws at her. what she does instead is constantly poke holes in his already-failing front of "i will show someone the wonders of the universe so i can ignore what is wrong with me". what she does is stand up and fight him when he tries to go off on his own. what she does is put aside her well-being in favor of helping someone - just like what she saw him do for the people in the hospital when they first met. tldr, that's the doctor and his doctor and rip martha you would've loved who's gonna save u now by rina sawayama

[gayloronmain]

Time, rerecords & horcruxes, Karma is coming SOON - A Master Thesis

I never looked very deeply into the horcrux reference here (because JK Rowling SUCKS). But I started thinking about the order in which the Harry Potter horcruxes were destroyed, and was curious if that order would line up with her rerecording chronology in any way.  I am happy to report back... that it DOES. 💥🤯💥

Here are a few things you will see referenced in this theory:

The Harry Potter chronological narrative

Rhetorical symbolism behind each horcrux

How each horcrux was formed and destroyed

The order of Taylor’s re-recordings so far

The prologues from each TV - what did Taylor say when presenting each re-record?

Promotional merch from each TV - what objects did Taylor use to market each re-record?

Key visuals from TV music videos and the Midnights MV series - what imagery did Taylor use to visualize her re-recording quest?

Table of Contents👇

00 - Setting the stage... 01 - Tom Riddle's Diary = Fearless 02 - Gaunt's Ring + Deathly Hallows = Red 03 - The Locket = Speak Now 04 - Hufflepuff’s Cup = 1989 05 - Rowena’s Lost Diadem = Karma? 06 - Harry Potter = Taylor Swift (Death of The Brand) 07 - Nagini = Reputation 08 - Conclusion: Karma, Reputation, then Debut

Theory Overview - TLDR (kinda)

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00 - Setting the stage...

In the Harry Potter series, we are led to believe that there are SIX horcruxes that must be destroyed before Voldemort can be defeated. Except there aren't six Horcruxes.

A late stage plot-twist reveals that there has been a secret seventh Horcrux along the journey with us this whole time... a corrupted shard of Voldemort that lives within Harry himself.

01 - Tom Riddle's Diary = Fearless

Recapturing and visualizing adolescent experiences, with a particular focus on high school… yeah. This just feels right.

A young and ambitious wizard, who was able to craft an immersive, one-sided experience with a stranger that FEELS like a genuine conversation between two people.

Harry is sucked into a visual landscape of memories while remaining completely unaware of the true identity and intentions of the author.

ALL of that feels very true to the OG Fearless era - a lot of assumptions were made by the fans. For better or worse, this era really cemented her reputation as a diaristic songwriter.

02 - Gaunt's Ring + Deathly Hallows = Red

"There is nothing Dark about the Hallows - at least, not in that crude sense. One simply uses the symbol to reveal oneself to other believers, in the hope that they might help with the Quest." — Xenophilius Lovegood explaining the symbolism behind the Deathly Hallows

What’s something we all know about Taylor? She uses symbols to reveal herself to gaylors.

The Red prologue references a phone that RINGS, and themes of tortured by the ghosts of the past - Gaunts Ring contained the resurrection stone, which haunted him with the memory of his lost love. 

03 - The Locket = Speak Now

Themes of overcoming fear, confronting cowardice, going out to do something scary on your own.

These themes parallel what I see in Harry, Hermione, and Ron’s journey with the locket. The locket brought out much self doubt, unspoken truths, and regrets in all of them.

The process of destroying it felt endless, like they were frozen in time. During the quest to destroy it, they begin to fight a dragon in a vault. Except once learn the dragon was also a victim, so they help it, and together they escape the vault.

Strong visual parallels from the Bejeweled MV and ICSY

04 - Hufflepuff’s Cup = 1989

Betrayal of values: Hufflepuff's Cup being transformed into a Horcrux symbolizes the corruption of loyalty and hard work, as it takes a cherished object associated with the Hufflepuff house, known for its values of dedication and fairness, and twists it into an instrument of evil by Voldemort, representing how even the most positive traits can be perverted when used for malicious purposes. 

The 1989 era was marked by loyalty, friendship, etc. And it ended in betrayal. From the prologue: It turns out that the cocktail of naïveté, hunger for adventure and freedom can lead to some nasty hangovers, metaphorically speaking.

How did Harry and his friends break into Bellatrix’ vault? By Hermione spelling herself to look just like Bellatrix. Like a twin.

The treasure in the vault duplicates and burns those who attempt to steal it. Hermione duplicates Bellatrix to sneak into the vault. The hufflepuff cup horcrux is steeped in symbolism surrounding duplicity, doubleness. Both in deceit and literal double/ false twin objects. Does this parallel the lost sister album, Karma?

05 - Rowena’s Lost Diadem = Karma?

Since we do not have a Karma prologue, I will analyze the next best thing: the prologue of Karma’s hypothetical sister album, 1989.

A closer look at the end of the Bejeweled MV, and the exile pocketwatch...

Symbolism of eagles and color theory

The story of the lost diadem revolves around secrets and confession of regret/guilt. “I stole the diadem... My mother, they say, never admitted that the diadem was gone, but pretended that she had it still. She concealed her loss, my dreadful betrayal, even from the other founders of Hogwarts.”

Helena was evasive, as she didn't appear to like telling others about her past, not even that she was Rowena Ravenclaw's daughter. She was remorseful of what she had done, but also extremely angry at the defilement of the artifact and her mother's legacy, [thats a real fucking legacy to leave] referring to the corrupted diadem as an abomination.

Etymology - "Helena" is a Latinate form of Helen, derived from Greek ‘ελενη (eleni) which means "torch" or "corposant" (source of light). [its time to step into the daylight Taylor]

It is only once Helena chooses to tell the TRUTH, to bring her deepest shame to life, that Harry can go on to destroy the other 2 horcruxes.

06 - Harry Potter = Taylor Swift (Death of The Brand)

What if I told you Voldemort could represent forced closeting/homophobia?

What if in the same way Voldemort accidentally attached a piece of his corrupted soul to Harry as a child, Taylor had a part of her that was homophobic, who wanted to closet, who wanted to hide?

What if that part of her has to die, before she can fight the larger issues of closeting and homophobia in the music industry

What if the death of her Reputation or the reclaiming of Karma leads to the sacrifice of the version of Taylor that most people know and love - the heteronormative legacy, “chosen one” Taylor?

What would the death of Taylor Swift look like? Does it mean her legacy is dead, and reborn with the re-release of debut after all is said and done?

07 - Nagini = Reputation

The final Horcrux created by Voldemort was a vicious snake, reinforcing his connection to Salazar Slytherin. [Taylor’s last rerecord?]

Once Voldemort realized his other Horcruxes had been compromised, Nagini was encased in a protective magical sphere and ordered to stay close. (I swear I've seen this visual in a MV) Is that why Taylor WONT F-ING RELEASE IT?? lol

While everyone believes Harry to be dead, Neville steps in. Neville is in many ways, a mirror image to Harry. He was born on the same day, his parents were also rebels, and he was functionally orphaned for the same prophecy - it could have been about him OR Harry.

But Harry was chosen, and Neville remained eclipsed in his shadow. It is only once Harry the chosen one is gone, that Neville finds the courage within himself to step into the light and fight.

In the chaos of that moment, Harry reveals himself to be alive, reborn. And then he vanquishes the dark lord once and for all.

Final Battle for Taylor’s Masters: What if the death of Brand Taylor, who partially wanted to remain in the closet forever [lost fearless leader anyone?], allows for Taylor’s shadow self to step in and “finish the job” with Reputation.

08 - Conclusion: Karma, Reputation, then Debut

Harry was a great wizard, with many unique talents. The part of him that was Voldemorts ate him alive, but it also afforded him skills and advantages that other wizards lacked.

Taylor is a great musician, with many unique talents. The part of herself that seeks to stay in the closet ate her alive, but it also afforded her skills and advantages that other musicians lacked.

Anti-Hero Music Video - Secretly resurrected after being killed, while everyone is still fighting each other.

Final Conclusion: Karma blows up the legacy began by Debut, Reputation addresses that death, and Debut is reborn from the ashes.

Obligatory side note - I hate JKR. She's the worst. I refuse to credit her in any way. This is an effort to reclaim what I once loved as a queer kid, and make it GAYER.

[parasolladyansy]

(re: plasma arm bands)

I imagine Pearl Clan is rather confused why ingo would keep an arm band he hates.

And… Emmet… is probably not having a fun time what with helping the resistance and a missing brother. Trying to keep up with the rouse. Would Ansy know about Ingo’s disappearance? Or feel as strong as she does in rewrite? (Idk how much the plasma takeover affected their relationship- but I imagine the resistance is taking up both emmet and Ansy’s attention than finding ingo)

sorry if I’m. Asking to many questions about this you just got me thinking a lot about this haha

I’m sure they would respect his judgment - it’s another clue to his past after all. When asked about it, I would imagine Ingo just saying something along the lines of “While I find it abhorrent, I cannot help but keep it on - I get the sense that it is somehow more of a risk not to wear it.”

Mizumi in particular would be initially frightened - they learned about what Team Plasma did to take over Unova, & even though most everyone & everything from Unova wears their coat of arms, what if he was one of the bad ones? Then as they traveled, seeing him behave very protectively of her (like more than usual), she starts to trust him. It’s in this more trusting space that she talks about Team Plasma, which sets off memories for Ingo…

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Back in the present, Emmet would do his best to keep it together, hiding behind a fixed smile, but have moments when he’d “crash”. He leaned very heavily on his remaining friends & family when Ingo disappeared (& because he never got Ingo’s journal shortly after, he didn’t even have that peace of mind of where he was).

I also would say he probably became a bit of a workaholic - Emmet often talks about rules & schedules, & one big comfort in chaotic times is order. If anything, he probably would also throw himself deeper into the resistance, possibly out of revenge (Team Plasma made Ansy or other dissenters disappear - why not his brother?)

As for Ansy, she would’ve heard about it when she snuck into town - it’s not quite as strong a response as in the canon timeline, but she does feel devastated. He & his brother saved her after all, & was always very kind to her (“even though I’m weird…”). She also had a small crush on him, & while she might not feel the same way when he disappeared, it’s still bad.

TLDR: everyone is sad (this is the bad ending after all) 😢

[lunarsights]

Heyyy Sun! It’s good to see you on my TL again :)

I was wondering if you can do a reading of the members of ATEEZ, what are their thoughts on dating and /or marrying a foreigner who is a POC if they were not Korean or East Asian? Thank you - 🐚

𝘼𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙯 𝙤𝙣 𝘽𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙍𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙄𝙣𝙫𝙤𝙡𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙁𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙨

Hongjoong

𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲:

“Let Me Clear my Throat [Old School Reunion Remix ‘96]” by DJ Kool

𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬:

Five of Coins, Two of Wands (Rx), King of Coins (Rx), Four of Coins, Seven of Wands

Final Answer: Page of Wands, Nine of Coins, The Hanged Man

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠:

hongjoong seems a little hesitant to be romantically involved with a foreigner. this could be in relation to not knowing enough or even this question being too broad; there could be certain ethnic or racial groups he’s had more experience around, so he feels more comfortable, but it’s like he knows there’s a wide “array” of people, so it almost doesn’t make sense to make a blanket statement. most of the foreigners he might’ve had the opportunity of being romantic with might’ve been fans or aware of his career, so there’s a worry of running into people only into him for that aspect that could be making him hesitant also. he could be closed off from engaging with foreigners romantically as a result; “one bad apple spoils the bunch” in this idea, but seven of wands is present showing that if someone was persistent enough “and had/has the right intentions”, then he’d likely be open. he is genuinely interested in connecting with foreigners though! it seems he’d want to be with someone who has something going for themselves though, so he wouldn’t have to worry about being used. 

TLDR; solid maybe

Seongwha

𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲:

“Be Gone Thot!” by Lil Mayo

𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬:

Page of Swords, The Hermit, Four of Cups, The Empress (Rx)

Final Answer: The World (Rx), Knight of Wands (Rx), Four of Coins, Eight of Cups

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠:

despite the shufflemancy song and the way all the cards seem, seonghwa could actually be interested in the idea of being romantic with a foreigner. it could be the type of things where in his head he’s curious, but he’s apprehensive to actually do it in real life for a multitude of reasons. he could get very caught up in all the ways things could go wrong? like the media could find out and how would he deal with that? how would a nda even work? how would the relationship even work? would they “learn to speak” korean? he seems to be blocking his actual want to interact with foreigners romantically because of these worries. therefore, his answer right now is that he wouldn’t be romantically involved with a foreigner. he could feel he’ll be more stressed and frustrated with all the trials of dealing with the relationship and therefore it would be better to stay away from being interested altogether. 

TLDR; technically is interested, but thinks a lot about the logistical side and therefore would not

Yunho

𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲:

“Creep” by TLC

𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬:

Page of Wands (Rx), The Star, Wheel of Fortune, Three of Cups, The World

Final Answer: The Sun

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠:

yunho could be a little naïve when it comes to interacting with foreigners romantically (or even in general “sometimes”). he seems interested and hopeful though with the star being present! he could have an idea along the lines of “i don’t know a ton about that, but i’m interested/curious”. he could see things going either way in being easy or hard to deal with. he might be more open to the idea if he was introduced to a foreigner via his friends or family or a gathering; he’d like the chance to interact naturally before trying to flirt or things like that. overall, it seems he has this idea that love can come “from anywhere at any time”. 

TLDR; strong yes

Yeosang

𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲:

“Monkey Wrench” by the Foo Fighters

𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬:

Eight of Swords, Strength, Ten of Swords (Rx), Ace of Wands, Eight of Coins

Final Answer: Ace of Cups, Four of Cups, The Empress

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠:

at one point in time yeosang might’ve been worried about being romantic with foreigners. this could’ve been out of feeling like they were too different, but it seems more likely it was out of feeling like he himself was too different. it’s not like he necessarily had the idea that he would be “the problem”, but he might’ve been self conscious about showing up in the relationship – maybe in relation to not being culturally sensitive enough, being worried about adapting to someone else’s culture, and things aligned with that. now, he seems to have done away with those thoughts, and he’s a lot more confident. he might believe it’s “inevitable” to interact with people who are different from him, so there’s no reason to bar them from dating him. he also seems to acknowledge he would still need to work on being “sensitive” and “aware”, but it’s something he’s willing to do (if needed). 

TLDR; yes

San

𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲:

“the light is coming” by Ariana Grande (feat. Nicki Minaj)

𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬:

Ace of Wands, Nine of Coins, The Hierophant (Rx), The Sun, Two of Swords (Rx)

Final Answer: Justice, Ten of Wands (Rx), The Moon (Rx)

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠:

san could view being romantic with foreigners as a new way to interact with people. he could be in a period of life where he’s in contact with foreigners more than ever (and maybe finding interest in them as result), so he could see his attraction as result of this contact. with the hierophant in reverse he’s definitely open to breaking traditions and doing his own thing although he does “appreciate them”. he could more so be focused on being happy in his life, so suffering or missing out on a wanted love because of tradition may not be his thing; he might be more afraid of not experiencing true joy than the fear of possible ostracization. his focus is on his own personal happiness, and if a foreigner is part of that, then “that’s fine”. 

TLDR; strong yes

Mingi

𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲:

“Return of the Mack” by Mack Morrison

𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬:

The Empress, The Devil, Eight of Swords (Rx), Nine of Swords, Three of Coins (Rx), Three of Wands

Final Answer: Nine of Wands (Rx), Nine of Cups, The Emperor 

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠:

he kinda delves into ideal type, but mingi could be into people he can make strong connections with. the idea of “soul ties” and “soul tying” comes to mind. at one point in time he could’ve felt restricted when it came to who he was attracted to or who he “could show attraction to”, but he’s let go of these restrictions despite continued concerns. he might’ve had romantic attractions to foreigners before/for a long time, but viewed them as unrealistic to pursue (or people told him it was unrealistic or “silly” for him to do). now, it seems he’s able to do so freely, and he’s “happy about that”.  despite this, there is still an air of things being unknown? maybe the ideas people pushed on him have stronger foundations than he thought they did? like people around him have been pessimistic for so long that on an unconscious level he’s taken those whispers more into account than he think he has. 

TLDR; maybe; he wants to be able to say yes, but is still reckoning with what people have told him

Wooyoung

𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲:

“There Goes My Baby” by Charlie Wilson

𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬:

Five of Swords (Rx), King of Swords, The Star, Ace of Wands, Knight of Wands, Six of Coins (Rx)

Final Answer: Wheel of Fortune, The Magician

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠:

wooyoung could be the type of person who at the end of the day has to “be honest with [himself]”. he really values honesty and being courageous and outspoken about who he is, so this kind of gives the energy that the way he portrays himself is the way he is.”it’s obvious, no?” comes to mind. he could find it engaging to talk with foreigners in general, and he’s definitely an intentional flirt with the knight of wands present. he might be hesitant to fully engage for some reason. it could be similar to hongjoong’s situation in that people try to take advantage of his status, but it feels like something else also. there could’ve been a situation where he tried to “go all in” in some way with a foreigner and ended up getting his feelings hurt, so he could be a little hesitant to settle down with one, but this feels like a temporary feeling. 

TLDR; likely yes

Jongho

𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲:

“Story of Us” by Tinashe

𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬:

Five of Swords, King of Swords, Three of Cups, Page of Swords, Death (Rx), Seven of Wands

Final Answer: Wheel of Fortune, Knight of Cups

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠:

jongho could feel as if being romantic with foreigners goes against the life he might have dreamed up for himself. he could enjoy the company of foreigners especially in regards to talking with them and learning more about things through them, but his interest could mainly stop there. he might’ve even tried to seek out foreigners he might be attracted to (maybe in that they have similar features or personality types to people he’s usually attracted to who are korean), but he doesn’t necessarily feel compelled to specifically seek out foreigners. this could be a situation where if he came across someone he's interested in he may think about it a little more, but currently he’s not really attracted to foreigners romantically. 

TLDR; maybe, but likely no as he just doesn’t find himself romantically attracted to them