#i think this is low key legit

[shadow0-1]

Alt pose for my Very Real Season 4 Leak from a while back

[dailykugisaki]

Day fourty-one | id in alt

Kugisaki looks so wack Everytime she's not paying attention, she's thinking of shopping, meaning a friend or a third more sinister and bad thing.

[no1ryomafan]

I don’t know what the release status will be of my Komyoji and Saotome family essay since a lot of people still need to read it-plus if I do another long form post on here it should be another damn lyric analysis on deep red or burn the run cause I’m slacking 💀-before I can really finalize it but one thing I do have to spoil about it is I’m low key sad after seeing how Mitsuko was handled that New Michiru feels less like a improvement of her character and just “she’s different because she felt like it ig??”

I don’t wanna downplay New Michiru as is she still the first iteration since toei of her to be an actual character? Absolutely, but I feel selling her as the best iteration is a little much when the writers didn’t use her enough in the story since she still is JUST a supporting character who doesn’t really get a character arc and also her personality being changed doesn’t really give her any benefits. Like don’t get me wrong Michiru being mean is FUN, but it feels like it was only done to give her more of a personality then uwu nice girl even though Mitsuko demonstrates you can still make that archetype compelling. But ultimately her being meaner also serves her from being less forgettable cause otherwise she barely needs to be in this story, like you can sadly take her out of New and not a whole lot would actually change.

…New Getter still peak tho.

[nouearth]

i like how you can tell when i'm lonely because i go through a stage where i constantly write smut and nothing else, omg.

bruce fuck me up!!!

[zeawesomebirdie]

Girl help, it's now morning and I'm still fixating on this ship in a fandom I'm not even in, I still do not actually go here and I genuinely don't know how exactly I got here, but I'm having the time of my life

[johndonneswife]

my mother has been calling me every day ‘just checking in’ to ‘see how i’m doing’ and she’s been asking me what’s new etc…today i was like ‘oh…nothing’ and she MANIPULATED me like ‘something is wrong!!! why don’t you trust your own mother!! what did i ever do to you!!! i always do everything wrong why do you hate me just tell me what happened!!’ and i was like holy fuck calm downnnn. then i made the MISTAKE of venting bc our rent is going up so fucking much and it’s the last thing we need right now and she just goes ‘well at least you’re healthy. think of POOR EMILY!!! she has cancer! she’s going through so much! you should be grateful you don’t have cancer like she does!!!’ like no shit of course i’m happy i don’t have cancer but why are you pulling out my friend’s cancer card to make me feel bad when YOU MADE ME!!! tell you why i was upset and you…asked…me…why i sounded…sad…..omg she is driving me nuts i’m about to change my phone number

[prettymfwrites]

Hickey Prank💋

Paige Bueckers x Female Reader

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The camera light flickered on, and you adjusted your position on the couch to ensure the perfect angle. “Alright, y’all,” you began, your voice low but brimming with excitement. “Welcome back to the channel! You already know it’s about to go down. Paige is at practice right now, and I’ve got the best prank lined up. Y’all, I’m giving myself a fake hickey.”

You held up the makeup palette, smirking. “She’s been talking about how people in the comments call her overprotective. So, let’s see just how protective my girl really is.”

Carefully, you applied a mix of purple and reddish-brown tones to your neck, blending until the mark looked disturbingly realistic. Stepping back from the mirror, you admired your work. “Not gonna lie, I might’ve missed my calling as a makeup artist.” You leaned into the camera for a close-up.

“What do we think? Looks legit, right?”

After setting up the camera in its usual spot, you grabbed a blanket and settled on the couch, pretending to scroll through your phone like it was just another normal day. The anticipation made your heart race. Paige would be home any minute, and you knew her well enough to expect fireworks.

The front door creaked open, and you heard Paige’s keys drop into the bowl by the door. “Bae?” her voice echoed from the hallway.

“In the living room!” you called, keeping your tone casual, though your nerves buzzed.

She appeared moments later, her blonde hair slightly damp from her post-practice shower, wearing a pair of loose sweats and her favorite hoodie. Paige had that post-practice glow about her, and despite the prank, you couldn’t help but admire her for a second.

Her warm smile faltered as her eyes locked onto your neck. She froze mid-step, her brows furrowing. “What’s that?”

“What’s what?” you replied nonchalantly, not looking up from your phone.

She dropped her gym bag by the couch and stood in front of you, her head tilted as her eyes narrowed. “Don’t ‘what’s what’ me, mama. What’s on your neck?”

You bit the inside of your cheek to suppress a grin. “Oh, this?” You pointed to the spot as if you had just remembered it. “It’s nothing. Probably just a bruise.”

“Bruise?” Paige echoed, her voice carrying an edge now. She crouched down so she was eye-level with you, her expression unreadable. “Y/N, look at me.”

You hesitated for a moment, playing it up before finally meeting her gaze. Her hand came up to gently tilt your chin. Her thumb hovered near the mark, her jaw tightening.

“Baby, where did you get this?” she asked quietly, her tone even but laced with an unmistakable tension.

“I told you—it’s nothing,” you said, shrugging, though your heart pounded.

She let out a humorless chuckle and stood up, pacing in front of the couch. “You’re really gonna sit there and lie to my face? After everything?”

“Paige, it’s not that serious—”

“Not that serious?” Paige cut you off, spinning around to face you. Her eyes burned with a mix of frustration and hurt. “You’ve got a hickey on your neck, and I’m just supposed to sit here and think, ‘Oh, that’s no big deal’? You’re killing me, baby. ”

You bit the inside of your cheek harder, determined to keep a straight face. “Paige, you’re overreacting. It’s nothing.”

She scoffed, running a hand through her damp hair. “Overreacting? Alright, then explain it to me. Who put it there?” She was leaning against the arm of the couch now, arms crossed, her usually soft demeanor replaced with a hardened edge.

“Why does it matter?” you shot back, testing the waters. You needed to push just far enough to sell it without Paige getting too upset. But the flicker of pain in her eyes almost made you fold. Almost.

Paige let out a shaky breath and moved back in front of you, crouching again. “Baby,” she said softly, though her voice was strained, “don’t play with me right now. Tell me who touched you.”

You held her gaze, pretending to hesitate. “I—I don’t know. It was just—”

“You don’t know?” Paige’s voice cracked slightly as she pulled back, standing to pace again. “You don’t know? Y/N, come on. Don’t do this to me.”

“Paige—”

“No,” she interrupted, holding up a hand. “I need to think.” She paced the length of the room, running her hands through her hair, muttering to herself. “Maybe I’m overreacting. Maybe it’s not what I think. Maybe—”

You had to bite your lip hard to keep from laughing. You weren’t expecting her to spiral like this. Finally, you decided it was time to end her torment before it went too far.

“Paige, baby,” you said, standing up and reaching for her hand.

She flinched slightly at your touch, her eyes searching yours for answers. “What?” she said, her voice quieter now, almost resigned.

“It’s a prank,” you blurted out, unable to keep a straight face anymore. “It’s makeup, baby.”

Her brows furrowed as she processed your words. “What?”

“It’s fake,” you said, grabbing a makeup wipe from the coffee table. You handed it to her. “Here, see for yourself.”

Paige snatched the wipe, her expression still skeptical. She tilted your chin again, her touch more hesitant this time, and began rubbing at the mark. When the makeup smeared onto the wipe, her hand stilled, and she let out a deep, shaky exhale.

“You’re kidding me,” she muttered, shaking her head as she tossed the wipe onto the table. She stepped back, her hands on her hips, her head tilted up toward the ceiling as she let out a long sigh.

“Baby, I’m sorry,” you said, trying to stifle your giggles.

Paige turned to you, her lips twitching like she was fighting a smile. “You’re so lucky I didn’t lose my mind for real. Do you know what was going through my head, ma? I thought we were done—like, over.”

“I didn’t mean to stress you out that bad,” you said, wrapping your arms around her waist. “It was just a prank.”

She let herself relax into your embrace, her arms wrapping around your shoulders as she pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head. “You’ve got no idea how close you were to being in trouble for real.”

You grinned against her hoodie. “So…you’re not mad?”

“Oh, I’m mad,” she said, pulling back to look at you with a playful glare. “But I’m also impressed. That was pretty good.”

“Thank you,” you said, laughing.

“But don’t get too comfortable,” she added, her lips curving into a smirk. “You just started something, mama. This is war now.”

You groaned, laughing as she grabbed the camera. “Alright, y’all,” Paige said, pointing to the lens. “Y/N thinks she’s funny, but don’t worry—Team Paige, I’ve got something for her. Stay tuned.”

You reached for the camera, laughing. “No, no, no. Y’all, don’t encourage her!”

Paige kissed your cheek before ending the recording, her eyes still glinting with mischief. “You better sleep with one eye open tonight, baby.”

And just like that, the prank wars were officially on.

I take requests! 💋

[suzukiblu]

WIP excerpt for qwertynerd97 behind the cut; "kidnapping your soulmate for fun and profit". (( chrono || non-chrono ))

Superboy grins at him again. Tim thinks he’s going to have to start just inventing new stages of grief, at this point. The current ones aren’t going to cover this situation. 

“Sorry, I didn’t mean anything by it, I just thought it might be a little harder to hang out together if you’re really never doing the civilian look,” he tries, and Superboy–stills, suddenly, and the grin vanishes all at once. Tim has a moment to be split between having an anxiety attack about having said the wrong thing or having an anxiety attack about the supervillain attack that’s about to land on his head when he still doesn’t have a mask, and then–

“You–what?” Superboy asks, looking startled. “I mean, uh–like–you wouldn’t get bored doin’ that?” 

“. . . hanging out with you?” Tim asks blankly. They’re soulmates. And also Superboy is quite possibly the literally least boring person he has ever met, douchey shades or not, and the list of “least boring” people in his life includes Bruce and Dick and more superheroes than he could shake his bo stick at. How is someone getting bored around him even a concern that would occur to Superboy? Like, literally ever? 

“No, I mean–” Superboy turns red, looking briefly embarrassed. “You wouldn’t have more fun hangin’ out with Superboy than just, uh–some guy?” 

It takes all of Tim’s Bat-training and gala-experience to not stare at him over that. That–what kind of question is that? 

“I mean, I’m just some guy,” he lies. “But I just meant it’d be way easier to hang out if we weren’t having to deal with people bugging you for selfies or autographs or whatever all the time, you know?” 

“I–uh, I guess,” Superboy says, still looking flustered. “Like–probably, I guess.” 

“Also I don’t want, like, a Gotham rogue randomly deciding you being in town is a good reason to start some shit,” Tim says wryly, because he definitely does not want that, in fact. “Feel like Batman wouldn’t like that very much.” 

“You believe in Batman, dude?” Superboy asks, raising an eyebrow at him. 

“You’re a half-alien clone and you think Batman’s hard to believe in?” Tim attempts to deflect with, because that was definitely a fuck-up on his part, and Superboy just laughs. 

“No, man, I just have literally never met a Gothamite who’d admit to believing Batman was a real dude,” he says. “I literally met Robin like a week ago and, like, pretty sure he was low-key trying to convince me he didn’t believe Batman existed.” 

It was not even a week, Tim thinks, mildly indignant for no good reason, then puts Dubious Civilian Expression #1 on his face and rolls his eyes. 

“Okay, Batman’s one thing, but no one actually thinks Robin’s real,” he snorts, and Superboy laughs again, sounding straight-up delighted about it. 

“No, he totally is!” he protests, grinning at him again too and linking his hands together behind his back as he leans towards him, which is incredibly, incredibly distracting for him. “Dude’s got the sick flips and everything and I totally saved his ass from Metallo. And, uh, then he totally saved my ass from Poison Ivy. Long story. Also he’s got a stick up his ass, like legit you would think that was where he kept that quarterstaff thing of his.” 

This is a dangerous topic, Tim recognizes while forcing down the instinct to reply it’s a bo staff, actually, they’re pretty different, and tries to figure out how to change the subject as quickly and thoroughly as possible. Robin talk is not a good idea right now, when there’s a risk of Superboy possibly noticing something about him, what with meeting Robin a reasonably fresh experience in his mind. 

Not that fresh, apparently, since he thinks it was “like a week” ago. But whatever. Not the point. Tim’s just annoyed by the inaccurate intel. 

. . . seriously. A week? 

“Batman or not, you apparently already have beef with Poison Ivy, so definitely I’d be worried about you being publicly in town without needing to pack a super-powered weed-whacker,” he says wryly instead of anything more damning or secret-identity-blowing. Superboy looks–weird, for a moment, leaning back a little bit to straighten back up. 

“You’d, like–actually be cool with me visiting you in Gotham? Like–that wouldn’t be annoying or whatever?” he asks, sounding just barely uncertain about it, and Tim again has to force himself not to stare at him. First: Superboy being any kind of uncertain whatsoever is the weirdest thing he’s ever seen, and second: they’re soulmates. People will spend a lot more time with their soulmates than occasionally visiting each other in different cities, especially five minutes after meeting them when they’re still trying to figure out who and what they are to each other. Again: Tim has investigated multiple missing persons cases that turned out to be “I found my soulmate” cases! Multiple! In Gotham, even! 

“Yes,” he says instead of any of that. “I would actually really like you to, in fact.” 

“Oh,” Superboy says, and turns red again. “I–uh–yeah, I guess that’d be cheaper than you needing to buy a plane ticket or run up your phone bill if you ever feel like shooting the shit or whatever, huh?” 

“I have unlimited minutes, actually,” Tim says, forcing down another stare. The staring would not help, at this moment. Or like–ever, probably. “And the plane ticket was only like a week’s allowance, plus my dad’s got a disgusting amount of frequent flyer miles saved up he never remembers to use anyway. I’ll buy you a plane ticket if you don’t feel like flying yourself.” 

“. . . uh,” Superboy says. Tim should stop talking, probably, but– 

“Also you’re my soulmate,” he says. “I could get, I dunno, an after-school job if I actually needed to cover anything like that. I just figured we could take turns flying over or something. I mean, if you decided to go to college in Gotham in a couple years or something I wouldn’t complain, obviously, just we’ve just met and that seems like a bit much to suggest first thing. Especially, uh, since you don’t actually have any transcripts, apparently. Um. Just, well, if you ever did want to be a civilian sometimes . . . like, eventually, I mean? Well, Gotham’d probably be a good place to hide a Super, right? Nobody’d expect to see you there, and it’s not like you can’t commute.” 

Superboy is staring at him now. Tim thinks maybe he said something wrong after all. Or maybe the lycra rando is about to jump him from behind. 

Fifty-fifty, given the way his life tends to go. 

“Um,” he says. “Like–no pressure or anything. I could also look into colleges out here, do you know if there’s any good programming–uh, programs around? Like just tech in general.” 

Superboy is still staring at him. 

. . . okay, at this point, it’s probably that Tim said something wrong, yeah.

[bandgie]

I legit had this thought last night-

Who in skz would most likely fold/find it hella attractive when seeing their partner smile/enjoying themselves during sex?

most

chan - he's a simple guy. if you're having a good time, he's having a good time. he needs to see that you're enjoying yourself, makes everything 100x better

changbin - he's such a giving lover, wtf is the point of making love if you're not into it? if you're not having a good time, tell him so he can do everything in his power to see that beautiful smile

felix - he would do anything in his power to see those pearly whites. you just look so good smiling in general, and if you're so fucked that all you can do is grin he's fucking you harder

seungmin - he's really focused on you during sex, so seeing that smile on your face makes him really prideful. esp if you're looking at him right in the eyes, he smiles with you. super cute moment

minho - it kind of throws him for a loop to see you a smile. like 'whats wrong?' but he quickly puts it together that you're just feeling really good and he teases you about it

hyunjin - he loves seeing you smile but I think he prefers watching your face twist in pleasure. mouth open and eyebrows crossed. smiling is always cute and adorable to him but he doesn't really smile during sex himself. afterwards yes

jeongin - jeongin gives good dick and it's so easy to cream on cock within the first few thrusts. he likes to hear you moan and mewl but smiling is just? cool? like low-key unsettling for him but he just has to get used to the fact that he just fucks you too good that you can't help it

han - he's trying so hard to not cum that he doesn't even notice. he's screwing his eyes shut and biting his lips with his hips shaking just trying to keep his orgasm at bay while your smiling up at him. it's more-so just so cute watching him try so hard rather than him fucking you good tbh.

least

[lost-romantique]

I love how much Sam Haft is talking about Mastermind...

I definitely did notice how Mastermind and Apology Tour are so opposite of each other in messages.

Apology Tour left Blitz more humbled as he realizes the gravity of his sins, and as he (in his eyes) loses Stolas completely.

But Ghostfuckers is supposed to be the turning point for Blitzø’s character as he is pushed to the brink of insanity, and has to be saved by Millie in order to get out of the experience alive.

Blitzø learns from Millie in Ghostfuckers that it's okay to be weak and vulnerable, and thst he isn't just some monster that destroys peoples lives.

I just find it so fascinating how Blitzø in his journey of self-actualization, gets rewarded for his self-sacrifice by getting the love and appreciation of his found family and by his peers.

For people that don't know, self-actualization is a concept based off Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs.

For the longest time, Blitzø was moreso busy focusing on his safety and physiological needs versus actually fixing himself; and I feel like a part of that is due to his years alone he spent after the fire. Blitz was forced into a mindset of "survival" and he never really left that mindset, even after creating I.M.P. As a result, of ignoring his trauma for so long, it ended up giving him a very fucked up way of thinking that severely impacted his relationships in the long run.

I specifically love the fact that Sam Haft mentions that Mastermind is supposed to be a humbling episode for Stolas as he's actually made aware of how much privilege he possesses.

It really makes me look forward to Stolas' future character development as he "touches grass".

Also, low-key don't understand why some people were surprised Stolas would actually go to great lengths to save Blitz...

Of course he would, Stolas has always put others needs before his own, it's a part of his character.

Legit, a huge part of Stolas' character development as a whole is him standing up for himself, and putting his wants and needs first before his own.

It's one of the things he learns from Blitz that he states time and time again, "he taught me I could choose" to "I am the mastermind, the master of my fate".

I think the sad part is that the fate he chose and honestly yearned for was the sweet release of death...

Christ on a stick, Stolas babe, please gain a support network. Honey, you fucking need it. Desperately.

Go be best friends with Moxxie and watch Cats together or something, please. That way Blitz and Millie could go hang out and commit arson or something.

[oh-no-its-bird]

Alright chat it's time to think ab the valentines prompts !!!! I am thinking. I am having thoughts.

Love at First Bite

Vampire au OR Kakashi resisting his hashtag Hatake instincts to bite people he loves (??)

Or . Kakashi keeps biting people, so specifically to get him to stop, Sakumo lies and says in Hatake culture, biting someone is like a proposal. And if they bite back ur married now. And you wouldn't want to get married, now would u Kakashi? And Kakashi is like "oh no but I already bit Obito, what does that mean D:" and Sakumo is like "Well, I guess that means u proposed. That's so embaressing for u which is why u shouldn't do it again."

Then Obito bites Kakashi in a fight and Kakashi screams in horror bc they have to get MARRIED NOW !!!!!!!!

Otome Game / Affectionate Meter

(Aka Tobirama's personal hell)

Romance sim no jutsu fic where Tobirama wakes up to find otome game mechanics (affection meter and dialogue options) have been added to his life. He despairs.

Thisd just be the romance sim no jutsu au I talked about a while ago tbh

Incubi / Succubus

Incubus Kakashi who's super low key about it. He actually isn't really into sex but bc he can feed off ambient sexual energy, he basically just snacks on the energy radiating off of icha icha all day and is... okish.

Or like. He's not even a fr incubus but the Hatake bloodline limit is actually smthn comparable to that. So he uses it as an example of what it's like.

Obito finds out and loses his fucking mind bc KAKASHI SEX DEMON REAL????? He becomes convinced that he's obsessed w Kakashi bc Kakashi worked his freaky incubus magic on him. Also this means it's suddenly ok for him to be super horny ab Kakashi but he swears it's ONLY bc hes a sex demon, ok?????? He literally can't control it u guys this isn't on him. It's not. He swears.

Meanwhile, Kakashi: *literally just standing there, the only visible skin his hands toes and like a third of his face*

My heart is in your hand (literally)

Regina Mills type beat where person A has person B's heart and can use it to command them. Thinking either mdtb or iztb, but obkk could make for an interesting one just bc of Obito's heart seals.

Festival of love

Senju fuck fest. That's it. That's the fic. The Senju have a festival and the main event is an orgy. The fic itself is just the Madara and Izuna reaction to this terrible, terrible knowledge. The Uchiha are way more conservative and legit horrified at this information. Unfortunately they also JUST signed the peace treaty and village plans so they are now burdened w the knowledge that the annual senju orgy WILL be happening within village walls.

There's no actual smut its pure reaction and implication

U guys get to choose which one you wanna see as a one shot, choose wisely pls

[blkkizzat]

OH MY GAWDDD GIRL UR NEW THEME IS AMAZING!!!

fic authors self rec! :3 when you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. let's spread the self-love ♡⊹

REMMIIII MAMA HEYYY!!! TYSM QUEEN! I hope you been well! <33

oooh ok!

this was low key kinda hard, these are in no order btw:

The Nursery - yakuza x toji reader (ok i lied this might be my fav and im not even done yet, ive spent over a year thinking about this fic. this is peak version of toji for me).

Come Put That Million $$$ Pussy On Me Make Me Rich farmhand!toji x brat reader (i keep thinking of this!! i wanna write more based on what me and 🧠 nonny thought of but i have too many series unfinished rn).

Sins of The Father - priest nanami x reader (totally different writing style here for me and my like 6 years of Catholic school is definitely showing).

My Shawty Always On Some Bullshit Like Chicago - plug!choso x brat!reader (the way before this fic i thought i legit couldn't write angst and was more of a crack/comedy writer. then y'all were bringing out pitchforks for reader LOL and i was like "oh" i guess this is angst kdfjhadskfjasdk)

A Bumpy Ride - geto x reader (thanks for also thinking im funny y'all haha. i love a good crack fic. wild how many interactions it has).

[jadeazora]

One thing I thought was really cool about SV was all the light-horror vibes it had:

There's the descent into the forbidden Area Zero, an otherworldly place that Arven and your Raidon have a lot of trauma towards, coming across that destroyed lab and that weird, creepy moment with the Professor glitching out, finding out the original Professor was dead all along (And poor Arven will never know where his parent was buried), and the moment where the Paradise Protection Protocol tries to render you and your friends helpless before siccing the feral Raidon, the same Pokemon that killed his parent, on all of you. If you hadn't had the Professor's Raidon, we probably would have died down there and no one would have any idea what happened to us. (Including the professor's own son!)

Kieran's breakdown in the Teal Mask. I legit was getting low-key Higurashi vibes from it. (I think it's a mix of the rural Japanese town setting and some minor details like his pupils going to slits when he's upset, the tendency to scratch at himself, and where he's screaming at Carmine and the player calling them liars when he's confronted about having stole Ogerpon's mask.) I feel they scaled back with him a bit in the Indigo Disk, but man, before we see glimpses of him kinda becoming his old self again by the time we get down to Area Zero, I was worried how the situation with him would escalate. (Not helping was, at least before the Indigo Disk came out and it was revealed Pecharunt was a Mythical, I was big into the theory he was under Pecharunt's influence in a similar way to how Lusamine was under Nihilego's 😂)

Then Mochi Mayhem is basically a zombie movie without anybody actually being dead. There's the talk of some curse, you and Kieran end up being the only ones to remain unaffected, and are later pursued by the entire town and Kieran's only barely able to hold all of them off.

It was a nice progression from the horror vibes Legends Arceus had with you getting isekai'd and that whole fear of suddenly being alone being in an unknown place and not knowing anybody, plus them really leaning into that Pokemon can and will kill you, and later the banishing into certain doom with no one who will help you (at first) because they're afraid of Kamado starting a war, and your apparent best friend, the only one who initially was there for you, having been manipulating you the whole time with the intent to kill you (and pretty much everybody else) once you outlived your usefulness to him. Volo's betrayal was such a vicious gutpunch.

Makes me really excited to see if they keep up the light-horror vibes for ZA for sure 😁

[dotthings]

Legit reasons why people expected a more satisfying conclusion to spn:

Dean’s long arc telegraphing a movement toward hope. He went from fatalistically believing the only happy ending he could ever get was Sam living a long life while Dean was doomed to die bloody and too soon to believing he could have his own happy ending too with toes in the sand and his closest people there (not just Sam).

Previous experience with spn’s powerful and effective and fuller storytelling

The fact that Dean deserved better than that rebar death at the hand of low budget vampmimes. Dean is the character most short-changed by the ending. People who care are not the ones out of line who don’t comprehend spn.

The fact that Sam deserved better than having every single arc he ever had dropped like a hot potato and all he got was a bad party city wig

The fact that Cas deseved better than to be shut out of the series finale after 12 seasons of being key to all the major mytharc plots and a crucial found family character close to Sam and Dean, especially dear to Dean.

The fact that spn wrote, right into the story, Chuck smirking and pleased about his unsatisfying, miserable, bleak ending while Becky denounced and analyzed why that wouldn’t work narratively and why fans would find it unsatisfying

The found family theme on spn which has been there the entire time and deserved better than to be vanished.

The fact of a global pandemic that screwed up filming of the series finale until all that was left was scraps of the full intention. We’re trying to grade an incomplete. People’s feelings about the finale are valid but otoh, it’s also trying to analyze it is like trying to infer from scraps of parchment what the whole text was about. Personally, I’ve come around to writing it off as an abberation and not forgetting all the good spn gave me along the way. spn deserves a second chance to tell a better ending.

The fact that stories do, in fact, have an obligation to create fulfilling, satisfying endings and people are in their right to object when this obligation fails. This doesn’t mean endings must be free of tragedy or bittersweet notes.

Actually, no, this is not about Sam and Dean and Cas move to the burbs, spec about endings that fall outside of likelihood and spn’s purview and that disregard the actual metaphysical systems the canon always had in place are a distraction. Unfortunately some people weaponized that and used it to start another war, full of their own low media literacy takes and arrogance, shaming others for a legitimate yearning for a more satisfying ending.

This is about spn fulfilling its story promises in a more satisfying way than the aired finale, within the genre and framework spn occupied.

spn was never the style of narrative that was about hopelessness, it was about hope.

It was Campbellian and heroic. spn being about monster hunting doesn’t mean it has no obligations to a fulfilling, satisfying ending that offers some comfort. Stories inspire people.

You can’t have it both ways. When fans keep talking about how spn helps give them hope and inspires them, you don’t turn around and start playing “it’s just fiction so it’s okay if the ending was unsatisfying to most of the fanbase.” You either respect the meaning the story has to people personally or you don’t. Make up your mind if you think the story matters or it doesn’t.

A majority of the fandom was left screwed over, and the people who keep insisting it’s perfect and that anyone who finds it unsatisfying is a Bad Fan keep on demonstrating their disdain for Dean, their ignorance and disregard for spn’s great overall themes, and their narrow-mindedness about spn. I’m not here to be the joy police, I could care less if they enjoyed the series finale, but the actual problem here is the continued aggression, shaming, attempts to stifle all dissent, and demanding universal acceptance of the series finale as “satisfying” via utterly fallacious arguments. They love to troll about it and crave drama because the unhappiness of other lanes pleases this minority who keeps banging on to claim they’re Everyone and all “Normal” fans.

Imagine being that far gone that you think anyone who craves a satisfying ending for a series so many fans are so deeply emotionally attached to after 15 seasons is a freak.

*raises glass* Onward to the future. Here’s to a more satisfying conclusion having its chance to get told in the revival.

[pinesfandomhell]

Some Arcane characters and their fragrance types/notes

because one of my main interests is fragrance and I saw people doing this over on tiktok. not indicative of how I feel about any of them and certainly not legit character reads, just a silly post for my own brain worms lol. long post

featuring, in order: Mel Medarda, Jayce Talis, Sky Young, Viktor, Vi, Caitlyn Kiramman, Lest, Salo, Sevika, and Steb

Mel Medarda’s whole vibe is very considered, and there’s no reason this wouldn’t extend to her perfume choices, imo. She’s prepared for every situation. Specifically, she would love a fairly neutral, lightly floral fragrance for work. Not overcomplicated, think waterlily and sandalwood. At home, no one will ever be able to tell me she isn’t THE warm vanilla girl. Overpowering 8 step warm vanilla shower routine. After her mage realisation, I think she would lean into some more spicy, citrusy scents. Verbena and pepper.

Jayce Talis. Look. I see people’s Dior Sauvage headcanons, and I hear them. I see you. However, I have to disagree on the specific choice as a matter of my own sanity. Dior sauvage when i find you. I do think he’s a spicy, herby fragrance wearer though! Sage, basil, rosemary, and cardamom. A really fresh edge. For sure has an ‘ol reliable’ that he’s repurchased 5 times and doesn’t even think when applying any more. People gift him new ones but he forgets to wear them.

Sky Young would love something very chill and low-key, clearly identifiable and not too many notes. Approachable and friendly but with personality. Coconut & sea salt, fresh linen & white florals, and cashmere & almond are some go-to combos.

Viktor is not an everyday fragrance wearer by any means, but maybe puts something on when he isn’t just in the lab. Partial to a paper note, and likes the subtle; the kind of thing you have to be very close to pick up. If he was more interested, he’d be into weird niche stuff, but alas. Green tea, fennel. Smells like straight ozone in s2.

Vi is still working out what she likes. She only wears something when she needs a bit of a confidence boost. She wears warm, comforting smells: spicy and musky. Cinnamony, peppery, a little green. She likes things that indirectly remind her of the outdoors. She has one ultra sweet sugary thing, which she doesn’t wear, but reminds her of her sister.

Caitlyn Kiramman, through s1, would be a powdery lavender wearer. Maybe with some sort of sweet, creamy note too, like white rabbit sweets. It was probably gifted by her parents. In s2, she goes darker and smokier. Deep amber and a little woody, occasionally an oud. She wears less perfume in s2 as well.

Lest would wear something edgy and sweet and intoxicating. Vanilla rum, cut with tobacco, lemon, and a woody note that smells like a bar. On anyone else, this would be completely too much, but she pulls it off with ease.

Salo is pink peppercorn galore, bright yet serious. Certified bergamot warrior. Cashmere base note. He thinks he’s the shit for this but he smells like a rich aunt. Still kind of serving though, actually. He has like 7 fragrances and they all smell identical.

Sevika. Oh my god. She smells so good and no one will convince me otherwise. She smells like Glass Animals’ Zaba album. Really heady, like incense and boozy cherry and orchid. Dark and intense, but with a little lemongrass brightness to back it up. A little sugar too, when you least expect it. Head turner for sure and she loves it. Will not tell anyone what it is.

Steb wears herby, but in an interesting way. Tarragon and dill, really fresh but almost medicinal at first. Cloves and star anise. There’s a twang of samphire too, green and a little salty. Bitter and almost intimidating. Kind of undefinable. Very identifiable.

[alilarew23]

if your main focus is on being in the state, you're not in the state

let's say you've decided to manifest a car, a porsche 911 carrera 4s to be specific (yes i am projecting, that badboy already has my name on it), and you've been trying the whole affirm and persist thing for a grip but "nothing is happening" so instead you decide to focus on your state. you ask yourself what the version of you with the porsche would be thinking, feeling, doing--who, when you own this porsche, would you be? you realize you'd probably be thinking something along the lines of, "i fucking love my porsche, this is the dopest car in existence," you'd be feeling like a total baddie, turnin' heads, you would, of course, be driving your porsche everywhere you went, so now, every time your desire comes to mind, you "get into the state." you think your new thoughts. you feel yourself into your imagined car and visualize people driving by in awe of your bad-assery. when you're driving your honda accord, you're telling yourself it's your porsche. you're even believing it! you do this for a couple weeks, and it feels good, persisting in the assumption that your porsche is yours, but then you start to get frustrated. "i've been in the state so consistently! still nothing! why isn't anything happening?" well here's the thing: you're seeing states as a sort of technique, a means of getting something that's not already in your possession. it's not that you're doing something wrong by imagining. it's the intention behind the imagining where you're faltering. think of it this way: if someone came to you in five minutes and said, that porsche is yours, 150 trillion percent, can't tell you how or when but just know it's a done deal and is coming to you right now via the path of least resistance, how would you feel? probably pretty stoked, grateful, relieved to not have to think about manifesting, and, along with those feelings, you'd probably be thinking, "this is so sick. i legit have a porsche coming my way simply because i decided to have a porsche. the law is wild in the best way." if you're a visual person, you'd probably also see some scenes in your mind's eye of you in your porsche bumpin' mac miller drinking your iced latte, if your brain tends toward inner conversations, you might hear your friend say how low key jealous of you they are (but also thrilled because your friends are the most supportive)...but the difference here is this is all a NATURAL BYPRODUCT of you being in the genuine state of the wish fulfilled. by genuine i mean what underlies it is ACTUAL BELIEF that you have already received your manifestation. not in the physical realm--it's fine to know your porsche is yours but still acknowledge it's on its way--but in imagination, it is already written. so, now, as you go about your days, your base state is fulfillment, and yeah, every so often you might "fall out of the state," but you'll quickly recognize you're being goofy, remind yourself the porsche is a given, and boom, you're back in. whereas before, your base state (though you probably weren't even aware of it) was a state of not having the porsche and trying to get it. which--you guessed it!--only manifests more trying. hence your frustration. so do i think it's wrong to focus on your state? goodness, no. we are always in a state. of course we want to embody the state of our fulfilled desires. but check your starting place, and make sure the belief (knowing) of having already received your manifestation is inherent in it. you'll save yourself so much time, energy, and unnecessary mental acrobatics and--a fun bonus!--your porsche will be in your driveway in a jiffy.

as always, love you/believe in you. can't wait to pass you on the highway.

xx, a