#i was mostly only interested in the cartoons but fuck it why not I'll watch a silly lego game

[wannabemasterofwindintraining]

The Lego City Undercover Characters interacts the Lego City Adventures Characters 

Sorry I'm late i was watching a 6 hour playthrough of a game I've never played

[starlight-bread-blog]

I Watched The First Two Episodes of Hazbin Hotel

Overall I wasn't bored. It's a fun show from the little I've seen. I have thoughts and notes I'd like to give so here's how this is gonna go:

🔵 Is for things I liked/would like to be expanded upon in the show's future.

🔴 Is for things I disliked ranging from nitpicks and just general critisisms.

Whenever something about Angel Dust's trauma I will come up, I'll mark "————" at the beginning & ending so you can avoid the topic if you'd like.

So let's dive right in!<3

🔴 I am so confused. This is narrarated by Charlie. And her goal is to redeem sinners so they can enter Heaven to save their lives. But she also knows that Heaven doesn't kill sinners to stop over-population, it's just plain evil. So, what are we doing here again?

🔴 This is the first time her relationship with her father is mentioned in the show. And it's done though a joke made by Alastor in a commercial he made. (Also, how would he know about Charlie's "daddy issues"? This isn't common knowledge as far as I know).

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🔴 WHAT THE FUCK? I'M SORRY. WHAT THE FUCK? I hate being this negative in the beginning but WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK. I don't want to discuss this line any more than the shock I felt while hearing it. Next.

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🔴 Everyone already talked about how the camera work is crap and I agree. But here's an idea: If they wanted to make something grandiose, why not make a classic musical number that's completely unrealistic, and then make the reality of Hell clash with it?

🔴 This scene could be cut off mostly entirely. The point here is to show how awful Adam is, and the second the talking's over, we get a better song that does just that.

🔵 At first I was gonna make this a critisism, but all it did was making me ask questions, which is good in a first episode. This has me wondering about the characterization of Heaven and how it came to be. I can accept them being a shitty bureaucracy who only appear good, but this is some Saturday Morning Cartoon villian stuff. I'm very curious about this.

🔵 Niffty couldn't say her lines and just stared at the camera and was completely unaware of the fact that she did a shitty job. How come? I wonder what they'll do with it.

🔴 This is edited. The scene didn't go like this. We cut from the hotel to the Vees before we see Alastor's counter-attack. They cut to a really long section of the episode, in the middle of something that could be dealt with in a second. I wasn't as invested as I could have been in the introduction of the Vees, because I kept waiting to come back to Alastor.

🔵 I'd like to know why Charlie is so naive. Optimistic? Yeah, makes sense. But naive? Now that's interesting to know. She clearly goes outside and sees how sinners aren't the safest people (ie Happy Day in Hell), so you think that spending eternity with them would get her acquainted with the culture and make her adjust her behaviors. But she's still looking at the guy who just tried to kill her and goes "Oh, hello again". I'm dying to know why she's like that.

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🔵 I see where this is going<3 Despite it all, Angel Dust clearly still loves acting. So when he'll escape Val, he'll show his theatrical side by improvising and acting for Charlie<3

🔵 Despite Angel Dust not adoring the hotel, it's very much a safe place for him. A safe the Vees, from Valentino. Now, someone who worked for them just a second before getting discovered, is in. Can't wait to see more of this.

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🔵 I liked the rivalry of Alastor and Vox. I liked how Vox is this perfect big shot, yet crumbles about Alastor when he's barely trying. Definitely a highlight.

To Summarize...

🔴 6 negatives 🔵 6 positives

I enjoyed myself a fair bit. Most of the negatives are either nitpicks or won't matter in five eps. It had some flaws but it's a start.

[vicontheinternet]

Fandoms you couldn’t pay me to join even though I either really do like the show, did once or have been interested but for whatever reasons have been turned off by its fandom in no order

9-1-1 (did watch but fell off vapid fandom)

Buddie (no)

Bridgertom (was interested vapid racist fandom I find shonda Rimes to be very...)

Greys anatomy (did watch fell off vapid fandom with hints of racism)

Japril (I hate this ship with a passion mostly because their stans are annoying and turned me off)

Atla cartoon (comfort show vapid vapid fandom)

Anti legend of korra ( I have a love hate relationship with this show)

Driven (I do like them on a surface level but some of their fans can be intense) you will never get me to interact with driven content one I’ve seen multiple post attacking musa for being with riven or or calling musa ugly (she’s a cartoon character) or calling Darcy’s “spell” a dubbing issue while that might be true atp I’m over driven

Klaroline (jesus fucking christ sorry for using your in vain but this ship stans I once saw a fanfic that made caroline a original heretic and she was in the box instead of ester I'll give the points for originality but if they were to do a heretic bonnie was right there you know the wich that already had powers

Anti jegulus ( im not entering a fandom where the couple is written ooc to be together atp they are whole different characters) not trying to yuck someone yum

Sterek (these are some of the most annoying fanbase they don't even like these characters fr because rewrite them to make them so ooc that they are new characters. Why would stiles be in derek pack)

Stiles (I'm not going to lie I used to like stiles but his stans ruined him for me they were insuffible he could do no wrong in their eyes. All because he's a white snarky/sarcastic boy. Dont let write a crossover then they'll make him the most powerful being in the universe. Crossover with tvd/to he's loss mikealson crossover with supernatural hes either a Winchester that has demon blood also or an angel. They think that stile would be a better werewolf then Scott when everything in the show has told us that if he was the that had been the that had been bit his eyes would been blue by the end of season 1. And don't get me started on the friend subject)

The mcu (I used to love the mcu and watch every release but it became quantity over quality and its downfall for me was very sad)

Wanda maximoff and wandavision (I could make a whole video on the whole rollercoaster of thoughts I had on wanda and wandavision because like the mcu I liked both then I didn't. The decent of wandavision was more gradual with wandavision it was episodic to me it was a let down and didn't make sense while I thought Elizabeth Olsen acting was good the writing was not it find out that the writers were swayed not to look at the source material for the show because kevin fegie didn't want them to be influenced although that's the whole point because you're making a supposed comic book adaptation then there's the alleged part reshoot that happened because ppl guessed the ending and let's not forget the whitewashing of Wanda and peitro maximoff who are canonically romani and the mcu deliberately changed it to a made up country somewhere remotely European and made wanda a knock off Jean grey (red hair, pale skin, mind powers) for over ten years so bad that it started to influence the comics

Tony stark (hes a war profiteer, his fans infantilize him. They recognize his PTSD and mental problems only. His side of civil war was dead wrong and ppl to this day will not accept that even if you explain it to then like they are 2. Come onguys the un is useless even iron man knew he was wrong he broke the accords three times in the movie and kidnapped a child to fight adult that he had no business fighting. Also his fans are insane)

Specifically black arianitors that excuse everything thing that grow women does (now I don't dislike her or hate her but man her fanbase is annoying as hell especially the black ones it's like the one non black person who does problematic shit but has a lot black ppl in their corner rooting for them so when they do something out of pocket they don't even have to say anything they're black friends do it for them)

Taylor swift (need I could say more mind you I like some of her songs)

[harmonyfriends]

On Being Fictional

We decided to take a sort of survey in our system on what being a fictive or a character kinnie means to those of us who are affected by that sort of thing, and we came up with lots of interesting responses! I hope it helps show that there's many diverse relationships one can have with that sort of identity, even within just one system.

Had a lucid dream about being our own fanfic self-insert and it made me realize a fantasy life wasn't a life.

Was in the lucid dream as our own fanfic's other self-insert slash love interest. She told me I was real and I said "uhhhhh, really? I guess?" Well, turns out…

I'm a fictive of a male character who transitioned to female… now I go back and forth, but have a new masc name instead of my deadname. How much my fictional life feels like memories fluctuates a lot with me.

I Dunno I Kinda Just Thought It'd Be Fun And Comfy To Be Me :> ( And I Was Right ! )

Supporting character from the fanfic, supporting character in our brain. I try not to think too hard about it.

I was so fucking pissed off about being here until I realized I could just stay asleep most of the time. My identity confuses me though.

Got hurt bad while roleplaying a lifetime ago and got stuck in her headspace as some kind of trauma response. It feels like I have memories from that world.

I'm just me… I don't know how to describe it any more than that…

I knew I was her from the moment I laid eyes on her. I'm still figuring out what that means, but I don't feel like I ever lived in that world.

I dunno how much I'm her 'cuz I haven't watched the thing I'm from yet! I dunno if I'm even going to, but maybe some day?

we dreamt we had a headmate of a character we had no particular attachment to and for some stupid reason I was still there when we woke up. now I basically only show up when it'd be funny

Whatever I am, I just can't let go of my mental self-image and inner voice being of this character. I'm learning to accept that I am loved for this. Genderfluid now.

I believe a cosmic stroke of luck caused me to reincarnate into this world with my platonic soulmate, after both dying in our source. I'm just grateful for a chance to spend some more time together.

I just asked myself what kind of identity would make me not want to die, and this character is the first thing my brain came up with. I dunno if I'll stay this way forever, but for now, it suits me.

I'm me 'cuz I said so!! >:3

I passively thought about kinning this character for like one second and no one else in here let me live it down!!!

I fell in love with my headmate the moment I saw her… I'm more or less just perma-roleplaying a character that fits as her girlfriend, but that's basically all I do, so if I'm her all the time, I'm her, right?

I'm so grateful that that horrible cartoon where all those terrible things happened to me and my friend was just a bad dream…

I'm here because she needs me.

I'm deeply ashamed of my kin, but the shame renders me unable to escape it. I have an alternate sona I like though. Mostly dormant.

Our forever-unfinished story means I'll be on the precipice between the final chapter and the epilogue for the rest of my life. I don't know why I gained self-awareness of this, but I think I've finally made my peace with it.

Ohohoho~ pay me no mind; I'm just roleplaying, dear.

[vivi-the-goblin]

Ok, I went a little...indulgent on all the gags and character bits this time, but it's all to serve a purpose of learning the program for my NEW series! It'll be less research heavy, more encounter design heavy, and I know I'll need editing to make it visually interesting. That said, went to the newest version of Davinci resolve and it was FIGHTING me. It kept changing the sizes of text without actually changing the value, or swapping blur types, or changing the timings on my slides! Idk what the hell is up with that, eventually decided this was as good as I was getting and launched.

Honestly not much commentary to give this time. I fucking love rogues despite never really playing them. And 5e mostly got them right, just banger after banger with these. Only one I'm iffy on is Mastermind. The direction just feels...confused? like I'd expect "mastermind" to have intelligence based abilities. It's all just social based, and also...kinda just bad? Like its only use is...maybe watch a monster for 2 minutes so you can MAYBE tell your caster thier lowest stat? And getting to fool zone of truth is not a LEVEL 17 ABILITY. You could make that level 9 and nobody would bat an eye. Don't get me wrong, I've got one statted up. Was originally going to be one of the squads making regular appearances here. Little Kenku named Mwaha, with constant over the top evil plans...because he's a kenku, he remixes and repeats what he's heard. So it's all stuff you'd find in a cartoon, or a comic book, or a serialized villain of the week anime. Hence why his name is the classic villain laugh, MWAHAHAHAHA!

Other than that though, rogues are great. got a fun tactical risk/reward gameplay, good without being busted. it was apparently the class with the fewest complaints by a notable margin, and I can see why.

...soon though. only 4 more in this series. then finally moving on. or rather back to what I came here to do. Maybe I'll go into PF2e classes, but it'll likely be a bit if I do.

[thowawayuntilfurthernotice]

So I watched the animated Urkel Christmas movie and oh boy......do I have a lot to say about it.

First things first, I'm glad that this project managed to survive the HBO Max content purge. As it proves that getting shit canned by David Zaslav is no longer a death sentence.

Now, as for the movie itself.

It's fucking weird.

I'll admit that I didn't grow up with Family Matters, so I have no real emotional attachment to the Steve Urkel character, and my only exposure to Jaleel White as a kid was from his voice work on the Sonic cartoons.

So I didn't know what to expect going into this, and if I'm being brutally honest, I'm still trying to process what the hell I just sat through.

First of all, the title is a fucking lie. He does not save Santa. Santa doesn't appear until the tail end of the movie. And when he does appear, he doesn't really do much outside of teach Urkel the true meaning of Christmas.

A better title would have been "How Urkel learned to be less overbearing during the Holidays."

Seriously, the entire conflict of this movie could have been avoided if any one of Urkel's friends or neighbors just pulled him aside and said "Hey, Steve. I know you mean well, but can you tone it down a little bit?"

Also, Santa is a yeti because..... why the fuck not.

While I'm on the subject of the supporting cast, I don't know what to make of them.

They're passive aggressive towards Urkel for no reason whatsoever.

For example, there's a part where Urkel invents a translator helmet as a gift for Robin's dad, who doesn't speak English on the count that he's from Ecuador (Why his daughter is able to speak perfect English with an American accent is never explained, but whatever.) and Robin just shoots the idea down. Which is fine and all, but why does her dad have no say in the matter?

This scene would have been a lot more effective if Urkel had pitched the translator helmet to Robin's dad, rather than Robin herself.

Speaking of Robin, I can't help but feel like the writers originally wanted her to Urkel's love interest, but they most likely vetoed that idea halfway through production. As their first interaction is written like a meet cute, so I legit thought that they were going to get together by the end of the movie, but I guess not? Which is whatever, but it's still bizarre none the less.

Oh yeah, this movie is also a musical because the writers needed an excuse to pad the run time.

The only enjoyable song is Santa's song towards the end, mostly because his voice actor has a beautiful singing voice. The rest of the cast try their best, but they're not given any decent material to work with, and listening to Jaleel White try to sing in his Urkel voice is as grading as it sounds.

There's also this evil billionaire tech bro character, because this movie needed an antagonist for some reason.

Though I will say that I do like the art style, it's very 2000's. I just wish the animation quality was a bit better, but it is what it is.

Overall, I feel like this would have worked better as a forty minute special rather than an a hour and a half movie.

It's not terrible, but it's nowhere near as fun as it could have been I guess.

[sepyana]

Jjba Stone Ocean Ep 23-32 Thoughts

Ep 23-24: Jailhouse Lock

Really mixed on Pucci's new design, the eyelashes look great but that hairstyle is atrocious.

You know, when Emporio said no one has ever managed to escape before, I thought it was strange. Jolyne already managed it once. How do the keep the stand users inside? Well, this is why.

Jailhouse Lock is definitely interesting, though it falls apart if you think about it for too long. The whole being able to perceive 3 people at a time part seems weird cuz they can perceive the environment just fine? No 3 limit or anything.

Overall I really like this arc but I don't really have much to say on it rn. I felt a bit bad for Gwess. I thought playing Kira's theme while Jolyne rewinds the movie she is watching again and again was a nice touch. Pucci's hat looks cool.

Ep 25-26: Bohemian Rhapsody

I was hoping for some interesting interactions between Anasui and Weather but we don't get much outside of "they care about each other".

The one issue I have with the concept of this episode is that it breaks what little immersion you have. Stories inside stories and all that.

What's with the seven goats story? Who is that even made for? I don't think I'll be reading that to my kids anytime soon.

The way they finished off the stand was pretty cool. Making their own character.

I'm pretty sure there is a part of the jjba fandom obsessed with Dio's kids like with La Squadra but I don't care for them. Ungalo is a bit interesting in the sense that his story is him speedrunning "former drug addict stops after finding their faith". I think it's interesting how this part handles religion. Especially with Pucci.

Ep 27: Sky High

I don't care sorry. This fight not that interesting. One thing I like is how Pucci rallies people for his cause just like Dio. But unlike Dio he doesn't have vampire hypnosis powers so it's just all himself.

Ep 28-29: Underworld

(I thought Underworld was the localized name for a second. I think Netherworld sounds cooler. Nether also means under too.)

I enjoy this arc a lot. The stand fight was great. In a way, it relates to time like Dio's The World.

I can't really give much specifics on why I like it. I thought the aesthetics were great. The outside is dark and stormy. The darkness makes it feel like we are still underground while the storm makes it feel like we are on the air. How these opposite scenarios are merged together is genuinely great.

Emporio sitting there like "Eh?" while Jolyne is yelling about being in a plane crash was really funny.

We haven't seen that Ermes could do something like that with the survivors before so the end feels a bit underwhelming. It's not something the viewer can think of on their own so It's like it comes out of nowhere.

Ep 30-32: Heavy Weather

Okay. This is the interesting part. Mostly Weather and Pucci though. Jolyne and Ermes side plot was nice and all but it's also pretty simple. I don't have much to say on that.

First of all, why did they animated Dio like that. He is under the table and you can only see his elf shoes and when he is gone there is a dust cloud like his some sort of cartoon character. And when he leaves he merges into the darkness in the goofiest way. He is like a fucked up elf of some kind. Very not Vampire-like.

Dio was looking for someone he could trust before he met Pucci. I do think he was contemplating if he could be the friend he is looking for so he is already test the waters by giving him the arrow. There is a very limited set of these so the fact that he just gives him one confirms that. I don't think he was expecting Pucci to be nice to him there. So he healed his foot to gain his trust and pay him back for his help, I guess you could say.

You really gotta appreciate how Dark Rebirth always plays when Dio shows up without fail. Not even when he shows up. He just gets mentioned once and his theme starts blasting.

Pucci and Weather's backstory is just a huge string of very unfortunate coincidences... is what I would say if this wasn't Jojo. Pucci devoted himself to Christianity because he thinks there must be a reason why he lived and his brother didn't. Later when everything else happens this just strengthens his belief. His obsession with fate. But the thing is, fate IS real in jjba. Which makes the message confusing if you think about it for too long. Let's just go through this from the start:

Pucci and Weather are twins to a wealthy family but Weather gets switched for a dead baby and lives is life as the only child of a poor mother.

Weather starts dating Perla, Pucci's and his sister. This is around the time when Weather's mother tells Pucci she stole the baby at the confessional. Now only Pucci knows that Perla is dating her brother.

Pucci doesn't tell Perla this because he wants to keep being a clergyman, along with his religious beliefs. He pays some thug who he doesn't know is part of the k** to break them up. He wants to have his cake and eat it too basically.

The next part doesn't really sit right with me, but I can't really tell why exactly.

What I wrote in this section initially was completely different, but I learned in the manga the thugs who lynch Weather are part of the k**, for some reason?? I can see why they removed that, you shouldn't just put topics like that into your story willy-nilly.

It's weird that Weather is actually mixed but it's so hard to tell that they lynch him because his adopted father is black. Both of his fathers just happen to be black. It's also goofy that there is this whole part about racism yet it affects your basically white characters more than it affects the black one.

The thing is Dragona and Jodio are also blood siblings (Dragona has the star birthmark, unless that's tattoo they should be blood related) and they look nothing alike too. That's fine but I think it'd be cool if Weather and Perla looked mixed. The story could resonate a bit better that way.

Pucci thinks he is at fault here. Yeah, he should have just said fuck it and tell Perla but he couldn't have known things would escalate like this.

I think his obsession with fate comes from this. It's a way to make sense of this whole situation. I also think he blames Weather for this in a sense. He thinks fate is at his side. He has gotten lucky a lot during the show. And he calls Weather a cursed man. He doesn't seem to think fate is something that can be changed (maybe the heaven plan relates to this in some way), so Weather's bad fate is the reason this whole thing happened, in his mind.

I wonder if Pucci is still keeping Perla's soul with him. She isn't a stand user so her memory disc contains her entire soul. Trapping her in a disc seem kind of cruel, no?

Weather's stand not letting him die reminds me of how Star Platinum instinctually protected Jotaro at the start of part 3. The difference is that Jotaro didn't actually want to die, even though no mentally well person would casually shoot themselves like that. Unfortunate for Weather his stand is unbelievably strong so he isn't killing himself anytime soon.

I love that Pucci casually drops that he is his brother and gives him absolutely zero time to process that. He doesn't get a chance to process that now either.

I think Pucci's change in personality is a bit too sudden. Even his voice changes drastically.

We are finally back in current day. You know, Anasui being worried for Jolyne might have meant something if we actually knew why he is obsessed with her.

I love love love the Pucci vs Weather fight. There are a few things like how Weather is still conscious despite loosing both of his legs but gore in jojo has always been over the top.

So the snails . are subliminal messages.. that make you think you are turning into a snail. Okay.

"Oops. Too late. Lol."

It makes the fight more interesting since Pucci is blind for all of it and has to use Anasui as his eyes at one point.

Anasui is useless for this entire fight, not that I mind. Not much he could have done as a snail anyway.

Weather knows if Pucci escapes he is dead anyway. Even if he could have lived he would still not dodge his attack. He has the same strong drive Ermes has. Not to mention Heavy Weather.

I don't think Pucci is being truthful when he says he didn't kill Weather at the prison because he wanted to "save him one day". He might be his younger brother but he doesn't know him. All he knows is that Weather is part of the reason why Perla is that and how he has destroyed his hometown. Someone else might have helped him in that situation but not Pucci. What he says when he takes Weather's memories makes it sound like this is some kind of punishment for him. He has to live all his life with half a soul and no memories. When Jotaro got back Star Platinum he was still in an awful state. Pucci might be saying this because he is still filled with emotion from what happened, if you choose to interpret it that way.

He might have just not killed Weather at the prison because he thought he didn't have to worry about him anymore. If Versus wasn't such a little bitch Weather would never get his memories. This is just what I think though, like everything I write. I might change my mind later.

"You do not realize your own evil. You are the worst kind of evil!" Oof. I mean, it's not wrong. At first I though Pucci was just trying to get others off his back when he said this heaven plan was for all of humanity or whatever. I'm starting to believe he actually thinks what he is doing is ultimately good. Not just for himself. At least he is trying to make himself believe that. That he isn't doing this plan for the sake of power. Power to understand fate, perhaps?

Weather dies, not that the story could have gone any other way. It's sad but it doesn't hit as hard F.F.'s death does, in my opinion. Mostly because we don't see Weather interact with the rest of the cast all that much, outside of Jolyne and Emporio... maybe. His relationship with Anasui is just "they don't like seeing each other hurt". And I don't remember the last time he talked to Ermes. Anasui says "He was one of the people who brought me back to life" but that doesn't tell much. We don't even know why Anasui hanged out with him in the first place. Now he has Jolyne as a reason why but before then? I dunno man I want for the story to do literary anything interesting with Anasui. What makes him tick, Araki? Tell me goddamit.

I went to jojowiki's Weather page to see if I missed any interactions between him and the cast but he doesn't have a relationships page. Oh well.

Ermes saying that Weather was their enemy now back at the hospital only to break down here was pretty sad though I'll admit.

Aannd done. Damn, I can see why people love Pucci so much :) I haven't seen a jojo villain have personal history with a main character like this since Part 1 Dio. They really are similar. Villains in jojo don't really have relationships. For Kira that works for his benefit but the rest? Ehhh...

I was going thru some of the comment while getting the images for this, trying to avoid spoilers and my god some of y'alls takes are just awful. I don't have the energy right now but damn.

[the-avengers-ate-my-tongue]

The Storm

Summary: You work with Jack Crawford and Alana is your cousin, both of you live together for a long time. She gets caught up with a flat tire far away and asks you to let Will in, for he's expecting her. A storm is coming, and she keeps taking longer and longer to show up. Will the universe conspire in your favor?

Pairing: Will Graham x reader

Warnings: swearing, insinuation of smut, fluff.

Word count: 4.328

A/n: I'm starting to consider changing this tumblr for a Hannibal one, mostly Will Graham, so some requests from other fandoms would be nice haha hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing ♥️

*not my gif

There wasn't a thing such as a boring day at the BAU. 

At least not when you're part of Jack Crawford's crew. There was always an interesting case to focus on, a disfigured body to study the reason of death, it was always a thrilling hunt for evidence. The best experience I've ever had so far in my career, and I could only thank my cousin Alana for putting me on the Guru's radar. I was a great crime scene investigator, albeit a little younger than people gave me credit for. I taught people not to underestimate me over the years, though. I got here by my own effort, being a tenacious, hard-working woman who wouldn't get a no for an answer. 

I got along well with my crewmates, Beverly Katz, Brian Zeller and Jimmy Price, though our relationship hardly extended for life outside work. Except for Beverly, we went out for a couple of beers sometimes, she was fun, witty and I really liked our conversations. Jack was the big boss, and that was it. I had a lot of respect for him, and I knew he didn't regret bringing me to his team, I could see it in his eyes in the first case I've got. I was very cunning when I shared my insights about the cases, sometimes I saw things no one else could, no one but…

Of course, I was far, far away from being a Will Graham. But ever since I was younger, I've had this sort of intuition that helped me to solve problems, I would solve riddles easily and when people asked me how I got to the answer, I wouldn't know the steps, I just knew deep in my bones I was right. That happened a lot when I was growing up and was even stronger now that I knew how to use it. It was some artifice of my inconscient, something I could always count on. It included everything in my life, math, logical thinking, riddles. My brain picked things I couldn't perceive clearly, bringing them to the clear waters of my conscience. 

Will Graham was a curious man. He intrigued me from the very first moment I saw him at the house of one of the last victims of The Minnesota Shrike, Garret Jacob Hobbs, now dead. He was practically hiding in a corner, his eyes closed behind the lens of his glasses, dark wavy hair, jawline for days. He seemed highly focused until Beverly started to talk to him, pulling him out of his daze. He could barely look at her, or at me, and although he looked socially awkward and troubled, he still managed to look like a daydream. I studied every inch of his face, lowering my gaze when he seemed to get uncomfortable, after smiling lightly. I was a bit shy myself. I lived with Alana and, when I got home that night, I absentmindedly asked her about that curious handsome man who seemed to be out of place, yet so connected to that scene. She started to talk about him, but stopped once she noticed my interest. Then, she told me he was a very unstable person, that she wouldn't even be alone in the room with him because of her professional curiosity. As time passed and he solved more and more cases, I could see how people looked at him like an attraction of the zoo. However, not me, and later, not Beverly. Brian didn't seem to like him very much, I could see. Envy, perhaps? Nevertheless, the more I saw Will, the more intrigued I got. He avoided eye contact like the plague, but as I was always friendly and tried my best to treat him like a normal person, not focusing only on work, dead bodies and serial killers, I saw more of those beautiful blue eyes. He knew I was Alana's cousin, and I sooner realized he had a fling for her. 

And boy, did that break my silly little heart. I wasn't surprised, though. Who could blame him? Alana was amazing. I never felt resentful for that, but as time passed, I started to detach from the idea of Will being somewhat more than a simple acquaintance. That afternoon, I was going home from work when I got a call from Alana.

"Speak fast, I'm driving." I said, keeping one hand on the wheel and the other holding my phone.

"You're going home? Great. I invited Will so we could talk about a profile I'm building, but I got caught up here. I already spoke to him, he's almost there, can you let him in? He said he'll wait, and I'll be home in about fifty minutes, no more than that, hopefully." She said in a hurry, and I felt my cheeks burn a little. Will and me? Home alone? 

"I…" I hesitated, chewing my bottom lip nervously. "You won't be long, right? Heard on the radio there’s a storm for later."

"I won't, promise. Just let him in, he's already aware I'll take a little longer to be there. See you soon. Thanks, Y/n!" She hung up, not leaving me any time to answer. I put the phone down, still chewing on my bottom lip. I could feel excitement rising on my stomach, making me feel slightly nauseated, and noticed my hands starting to sweat.

Please. That was ridiculous. What was I, a teenager? I was a grown-up, well-succeeded woman, for God's sake. I rubbed my hands on my jeans, driving a little faster than I usually did almost unconsciously. I got home after twenty minutes, parking outside the pretty house. Will was already there, leaning against his car, so lost in his thoughts he barely noticed I'd arrived. I looked at my reflection at the mirror hurriedly, fixing my hair, pinching my cheeks to look less pale, brushing my eyebrows with my fingers to make them look neat. I wasn't even wearing any lipstick today. It had been a long day at work. 

I opened the car door, exiting the vehicle, the noise from shutting the door finally bringing him out of his daze, and he finally seemed to notice me. He smiled lightly, lowering his eyes. He had his glasses on, but as soon as he saw me, he took them off, hanging them on his shirt.

"Hey, Will. I hope I haven't kept you waiting too long. There was a little bit of traffic." I justified, walking to the porch and waiting for him to follow me. 

"Y/n. Not at all, I just got here. Alana explained what happened, thanks for coming to let me in. Hope I didn't ruin any appointment you may have had." He waited until I unlocked the door, and we finally were engulfed with the warm air of the heater.

"Nope, I was coming home, no appointments lost. Please, come in. I'm not sure you've ever been here before, but make yourself home." I hung my trench coat, sighing with the pleasure of being home. I loved the atmosphere of that place. "Can I get you anything? Water, soda, beer…"

"Thank you. I'm fine. And no, I haven't been here before." I held back the temptation of saying "good", biting my bottom lip as I watched him sit on the couch. I just stood there for a while, not sure of what to do next. 

He frowned a little, probably thinking why I was acting so weird, and that made me nervous, because it was just an easy step to realize my silly crush on him. Did he know? What if Alana said something? Said something? For fuck's sake, he was Will Graham, he could probably see that written across my stupid face! Shit, he knows. I'm making a fool of myself. Why do I even…

"Is everything okay?" His voice startled me a little, pulling me out of my neurotic breakdown, and I wondered how my facial expressions looked. Was I blinking only one eye like the stereotyped madness of cartoons? I certainly didn't look normal. I cleared my throat, laughing lightly.

"Yeah. Yeah, I guess I'm not really used to having people over anymore. I've been working a lot lately. People are dying like flies." I sat on the armchair in front of him, sighing. 

"What we do can be overwhelming sometimes. What we see every day. It just… stains you." He said, with a dark look on his serious eyes. 

I nodded. I felt that way sometimes, but I was used to it. I stopped feeling that sense of inadequacy on my chest years ago. 

"I guess you just begin to cope with it, though. Our brain adapts to that harsh reality. But it's always nice to vent somehow. What do you do in your free time?" I asked, wondering if I was getting too personal. Did I sound like I was probing to ask him out?  I felt my face getting warm. Damn it.

Either he didn't realize, or he was just too chivalrous to point, but he didn't mention anything.

"I fish." He said, simply. I nodded with a light smile.

"And you play with your doggies." I pointed, smiling wider. I loved dogs. He'd mentioned them before, so I just brought the subject up, trying to shift the attention from me to them. Will smiled back, his eyes with a subtle glow. He really loved them, and that was so sweet. "Fishing sounds nice. Unfortunately, I could never. I'm too restless. I'd probably startle all the fish and wouldn't catch anything."

He laughed, and that was the first time I ever heard that sound coming out of him. I felt like I was someone deaf that was able to hear the sound of Mozart's symphonies for the first time, and I just knew. There was never detachment from the idea of Will being more than an acquaintance. It was tackled down inside my brain somewhere, for the brain tends to adapt to harsh realities, but it was still there, just waiting for some incentive. 

"It's just a matter of training, getting used to it. I could teach you someday… if you want." He blinked a few times, as if he was surprised with his own boldness, smiling lightly. "And you? What do you do to vent?" He asked, seeming genuinely interested.

"Well, I read a lot. Maybe I could read by the riverside while I watch you fish." I said, shrugging with a subtle smile.

"It's a date, then?" Will inquired, making me mortified. Caught me by total surprise, and when I was about to say something, my phone rang.

"Excuse me." I answered the phone. It was Alana. "Hey. We're already here waiting for you."

Not that I wanted her to arrive any time sooner, but she didn't have to know that.

"You won't believe me; I've got a flat tire. There's a guy helping me out, I was lucky, I'm in the middle of nowhere. But I'll get there in about fifty more minutes, more or less. Can you put Will on the phone? I'll explain everything to him."

"Do you need one of us to pick you up? I'm sure he wouldn't mind, I wouldn't…"

"No, he's almost done. Thank you. Let me talk to Will, I'll be there soon. The storm is about to catch me, I wanna hurry."

I sighed, grimacing at him. 

"She wants to talk to you." I passed him the phone, studying his expressions while he talked to her. As I looked at the window, I could see the dark clouds gathering up, making the end of the afternoon murky. The storm was about to hit hard. I could see a few thin drops of rain starting to wet the glass.

"I can stay a little longer, no problem. I'm being well attended." He traded looks with me, biting his lip slightly. "Okay. I'll see you soon, Alana."

He gave me the phone, but Alana was already gone. I put it on the coffee table, getting up.

"I think I'll pour myself some wine. Do you want some?" I asked politely. "It's one of the fanciest ones; Hannibal gave us a bottle when we dined at his house a few days ago."

"Yes. Thank you." He waited for me to come back with the beverages, and I did my best not to spill anything, sitting on the couch beside him while I gave him the glass. "So you're acquainted with Dr. Lecter?"

"Oh yeah, he's an old friend of Alana's, sometimes he invites us to dinner. He cooks the best meals I've ever had in my entire life, so I don't exactly decline the invitations. And he's one of the most brilliant people I've ever met, so it's always interesting." I took a sip of the crimson liquid, moaning low in pleasure. Good wine. I preferred a good cup of hot oolong, but it was impossible not to appreciate the quality of that drink. 

A few glasses after and a lot of talks about dogs, fishing and other hobbies, he finally felt safe to bring back the topic. The rain had started really pouring, the now thicker drops hitting the windows loudly. Alana hadn't called again. It was nighttime now, the sky seeming to be darker than usual. I was low-key worried about her, but the conversation was too great to interrupt. She was a good driver. She would be just fine. 

"I've been seeing Hannibal Lecter in his office. Not exactly his patient, though. A courtesy of Jack Crawford to keep an eye on the coping of my brain functions." He sounded a bit bitter, drinking a few sips of his wine.

I could see he didn't like therapy. Must be hard with someone with a mind like his.

"You know, sometimes, Alana psychoanalyses me. Like, she doesn't even notice. It's cute, but sometimes it creeps me out." 

"She has a professional curiosity about me, but she's too polite and considerate to let it slip out. We've never even been alone in the same room together."

I held back a bitter comment, not wanting to talk shit about my cousin, but he saw it right through me. 

"Sorry, I didn't mean to put you in a complicated position."

"I know. You're sweet." The word slipped through my tongue before I could contain it. Will blinked a few times, seeming surprised, and I felt my cheeks burn, starting to stutter. "I meant… I'm sorry, did I make you uncomfortable?"

"No, no. It's just… no one's ever called me that before." It was my time to get surprised. He didn't seem to be complimented much, and that just made me flabbergasted. I couldn't be the only one who saw how fantastic Will was.

"... Ah. Well, some people are just shy. I'm shy as hell, don't even know how I had the nerve to say that, it's probably the wine starting to kick in. Hope I really didn't make you uncomfortable, though. Don't need to be polite, it's okay to tell me."

"Actually, I'm curious to know what else you think of me. I sense it's not the only word you have to define me." He sounded bolder, and his eyes were on mine, giving me shivers down my spine. 

"Well… I think you're too exceptional to be defined with a few words. You're… Kind, brilliant… I see how seeing what you see, doing what you do, how it wrecks you sometimes, and you just keep doing it because you're saving lives. That's so selfless, Will. That's…" I was going to say more, but at that very moment, a loud thunder just made the house practically tremble, and I let out a real inelegant weep, coming closer to Will and holding his arm firmly, my fingers grabbing on the fabric of his shirt. He could've thought it was an artifice to get closer to him, but he could see how frightened I was, trembling like a cornered wild little beast. I hated thunders, fireworks, anything loud. Feeling ridiculous, I released his shirt, apologizing with embarrassment.

"It's okay. It's just noise. I'm here." He put some of my hair that had fallen to my face behind my ear with such a tenderness that I felt my stomach twitch, realizing suddenly how close we were. He was looking at me as if it was the first time he was actually seeing me. 

The phone rang again. Alana! I grabbed it from the coffee table, turning to face Will. He wasn't avoiding eye contact anymore, his pupils were dilated. My breathing was accelerated, and I knew it had little to do with the thunder.

"Lana, is everything okay?" I asked with genuine concern. "Are you close?"

"Ah, Y/n. I'm so sorry. I don't think I'll make it in time, I'm driving slow, the roads are slippery because of the storm and it's pretty foggy. I'll stop at a motel and spend the night, or at least wait for the storm to pass. I'm so furious with myself!"

"It's okay cuz, do what's safer for you. I'm sure Will will understand. I'll pass him the phone." I gave him the phone and he talked to Alana for a few minutes, but I wasn't listening. She'd ruined the moment unintentionally, and now he was probably going home. When would I have an opportunity like that again? 

"Okay. Don't worry. I'll see you tomorrow. Bye, Alana. Take care." He gave me the phone and I put it on the coffee table again. Before any of us could say anything, another thunder cracked the sky, and this time, Will held me so I wouldn't be afraid. The lights went out, and he held me against his chest protectively, making me smell his aftershave and some perfume. He smelled so good. For a moment, I just stood there in his arms, feeling his warmth, his breath, the steady beats of his heart. 

I moved away just a little to see his face, very close to mine, but it was so dark I could only see shadows. A lightning lit up the room and, just for a little moment, I could see his gorgeous eyes staring at me. After a soft touch of his thumb on my lips, he finally kissed me, so gentle, like I could break as fine china with any rougher move. I touched his neck with both my hands, playing with his hair, feeling how soft they were. He pulled me closer, his hands on my waist, and the kiss started to get deeper, voracious, as if we were hungry for each other. Maybe the wine was helping to raise the lust; all I know is that I've wanted that to happen for a long time. Will's kiss was everything I imagined it would be, but entirely different at the same time. All I could say was that he was great at it. His hands traveled through my body, and I grabbed his hair, pulling it slightly. That made a low growl echo through his chest, and I started to feel my body fervent as a bonfire.

I couldn't say much because I was breathless and I didn't want to stop what we were doing, so a single word left my lips as I kept my forehead on his.

"Stay."

Will bit his lip, kissing me again, and that was all the answer I needed.

xx 

Morning. Thin sunrays illuminated my bedroom floor through the curtains, waking me up. The storm was gone. I haven't had a nice night of sleep like that in ages. I looked at the other side of my bed and there was Will, sleeping heavily. It wasn't a dream, after all. Last night really happened. I smiled, staring at the roof with disbelief in my eyes.

I stared at him for a few seconds, unsure of what to do. Should I just let him sleep? He looked so heavenly, his hair was messy, his breathing steady, he seemed so less troubled than he usually was. I touched his hair lightly, caressing it with tenderness, and he started to move. I could see his neck, and a few hickies we marked on his albescent skin. That made me blush a little bit, and I laughed silently. 

He opened his eyes while I still touched his hair, but I didn't stop, and he didn't seem to want me to. We stared at each other in silence for a few moments, and he smiled, a different smile than the usual ones he gave me.

"Hi." He said, pulling me closer by my waist, stroking the skin under the sheets. I pecked him on the lips, then kissing his forehead, his cheek, his jawline. 

"Hey there. Good morning. I'm starving, are you having breakfast with me?"

"Actually, I gotta go home. Feed the dogs." He said, stroking my nude shoulder with his finger.

"Of course. Your dogs. I won't keep you then, poor babies must be so hungry." I kissed his cheek and was about to get up when he pulled me again, gently kissing my lips. I smiled, probably looking like an idiot. A joyful idiot. "I'll let you get dressed. I'll be in the kitchen."

I dressed up in my long and black robe, smiling at him before I left the room, going to the kitchen, where I started to make some french toasts. After a few minutes, I heard the front door open, and an exhausted Alana came in, her hair frizzy and her coat looking still a bit wet.

"Oh, Lana! Go change, you'll get a cold!" I stopped what I was doing, going to her and helping to take off her coat.

"That storm was a nightmare. I swear I won't ignore the warnings ever again. I'm so sorry, I had no idea it would get this bad, yesterday was one of those days where everything just goes wrong. Hope Will arrived well at home, did he seem disappointed or annoyed before he left? I was so inconvenient…"

I didn't even have time to answer, because Will opened my bedroom door, coming out while buttoning his shirt, suddenly realizing Alana was there.

"Oh." Alana said, looking so flabbergasted I almost laughed at her. Will rose his eyebrows at the sight of her, seeming a bit unsure of what to do or say. I wasn't planning for her to find out like this, it was a bit early, I wasn't expecting her to arrive so soon. "Hi, Will."

"Alana. Hi." He avoided looking at her, staring at me, and his eyes immediately softened. I smiled, he smiled back, and that was it, Alana was forgotten.

"Off you go to feed your children." I joked, biting my bottom lip. "I guess I'll see you later, then."

"Definitely." He simply said, kissing my forehead while caressing my hair, certainly a little embarrassed to kiss me in front of Alana. "See you later, Y/n. Bye, Alana."

"Bye, Will." I waved with a soft smile, and he grabbed his jacket, leaving the house.

My smile grew larger and I left my head fall back, squeaking low in commemoration. What a night! What a morning! I never thought I would thank a storm so much, let alone a bloody thunder.

Before Alana could say anything, I realized Will had left his glasses at the coffee table, and I picked it up in a hurry, bursting through the front door and calling him before he left, waving in front of the car.

"You forgot your glasses!" I said, and he opened the car windows, raising his hand to pick them.

I leaned against the car window, putting the glasses on him, and kissing his lips fiercely. He moaned in surprise, holding my face to deepen the kiss. After a moment, I pulled away, appreciating the view of his lips so reddish. 

"Go back inside, it's cold." He said with a cheeky smile, and before I could say he actually made me hotter, he took off with the car.

I went back inside, where Alana was waiting for me with her arms crossed. 

"What the hell did you do to Will Graham?" She asked, sounding severe, but a smile was trying to escape her lips "I mean, besides trying to suck his soul with your mouth a few moments ago."

"Oh, shut up!" I laughed, blushing violently. "You made that happen, you know? Thank you. Was that a set up or did the universe actually conspire in my favor?"

"I wish I'd planned this. That would mean I would've had a plan b and I wouldn't have stayed at that disgusting mote… Y/n, you're full of hickies, I can't believe you!"

"You're starting to sound like my mom, Lana. I'm gonna wear a turtleneck, don't worry, I don't want Beverly all over me like a bloodhound and Brian and Jimmy's witty comments today. In fact, keep it to yourself, okay? Will's discreet. I won't even tell Beverly, if she finds out, the whole bureau will know, hell, maybe even Freddie Lounds."

"I told you to let it go, Y/n. Will's very unstable right now. I… I only want what's best for you." She said with concern in her bright blue eyes. I sighed, walking to her and kissing her cheek with affection.

"You're a good cousin. But I'm a big girl. I can take care of myself, okay? Unless this isn't only about me, unless it concerns something else." I raised an eyebrow while staring at her, more confident that I've ever been. "Is there something you wanna tell me?"

She hesitated, clenching her jaw, but never spoke. 

I smiled, tapping her cheek very lightly in approval.

"I gotta get ready to work. Wanna grab lunch with me later?" I asked in a casual tone, a cynical smile on my face. She shrugged. "See you later then, cuz."

[mellometal]

Hi, everyone.

I have something extremely important to talk about that is NOT fandom related. I really do hope this can reach everyone on here, especially since it's still Autism Acceptance Month.

A few quick questions for anyone who happens to see this before I dive right into this: Have you ever heard of Dhar Mann? If so, have you ever seen his videos? What do you think about them?

If you don't know who Dhar Mann is, he's a content creator whose main platforms are Instagram and YouTube. He makes these videos about various scenarios from a couple on the brink of divorce, to kids bullying one of their peers, even about Autism Spectrum Disorder. All of his videos have some kind of message at the end that really drives the point home. One of his most recent videos is about ASD, which is what I'm going to discuss today.

Personally, I think some of his videos are interesting, despite the concepts being reused and recycled over and over; however, how I feel about the video he made about ASD is the complete opposite. I'll summarize the video he made so you don't have to watch it. (If you really want to watch it to see exactly what I'm talking about, I'm not gonna stop you. Do what you need to do in order to form your own opinion.)

The video Dhar Mann made about ASD is about this boy who excludes his autistic brother from participating in activities with his friends at school. The boy bullies his autistic brother and does pretty much everything to make his brother's life Hell, even going as far as to pretend that he doesn't know his own brother. The boy "instantly regrets his decision" when their mom is called into the school to discipline her son for bullying his autistic brother. What his mother says is what REALLY upsets me. The message of this video in particular is this, WORD FOR FUCKING WORD. I wish I was kidding. But here's the message below:

How the video concludes is the boy reluctantly includes his autistic brother in every single activity, the boy sees his brother's potential, and they live happily ever after. Whoop-dee-fucking-doo.

As an autistic woman who works with disabled people for a living, that message Dhar Mann put in this video specifically is not only extremely ableist, but is also spreading misinformation about ASD.

News flash to all the people who still spread misinformation about ASD: Not every single autistic person is a little white boy in elementary school, nor is every single autistic person a young white man who's a Super Genius™️. (I could go on all day long about how the media stereotypes autistic characters and autistic people in general, but that's a whole other topic.) No autistic person is the same, meaning we all fall on the spectrum in different places and all that jazz. There's no "look" to autistic people either because no autistic person looks the same.

Autistic women exist.

Autistic girls exist.

Autistic nonbinary people exist.

Autistic BIPOC and AAPI exist.

Autistic people who are completely nonverbal exist.

Autistic people who are completely verbal exist.

Autistic people who are in the middle of being nonverbal and verbal exist.

Autistic people who require minimal to no support exist.

Autistic people who require moderate support exist.

Autistic people who require full support exist.

Autistic LGBT people exist. (Reason why I bring this one up is because the media almost always shows cishet autistic men and I don't see autistic LGBT representation very often, if ever.)

Autism isn't something you can "catch". People have this same mentality about ADHD and Tourette's Syndrome too, which, by the way, you can't "catch" either.

Autism doesn't "go away" when you reach adolescence or adulthood. Why? BECAUSE AUTISTIC TEENAGERS AND AUTISTIC ADULTS EXIST. Autistic kids grow into autistic teenagers, then into autistic adults.

You can't "cure" it either. Unless you can build a time machine and a device to go back in time to change how a person's brain develops, there is no cure. ABA therapy is a fucking shit show in itself that does more harm than good.

The title of the video is a real squick for me too. It's mostly because I don't particularly enjoy people using person first language (the "boy with autism" part). I've seen many other autistic people on multiple other platforms sharing that same sentiment and preferring identity first language (autistic person). There are also others who prefer using person first language and those who don't have a preference. That's all perfectly valid. Whatever you prefer people using when referring to you, or whatever you refer to yourself as, in this case, is totally valid and I love you. This goes for disabilities in general, not just Autism Spectrum Disorder.

Regarding the message in this video, here's my response to it! A quick heads-up, my response is VERY long and VERY passionate. I was VERY close to making a response video where I tear that video apart AND tear Dhar Mann a new asshole. Unfortunately, it worked me up so much that I was really struggling with what I wanted to say and I had to stop multiple times because I kept stumbling on my words. That's how angry this message made me. I'll try my best to explain whatever parts you have questions about. I put my response in the nicest way I possibly could, despite me seething with rage, wanting to go OFF on him.

(The first part of my response are the first three screenshots, and the second part are the last three screenshots.)

The first part of my response, I did forget to add that the message is offensive and disrespectful to autistic people as a whole. I apologize. My initial comment got way too long. I pretty much covered that when I told him the message is ableist. I wanted to clear that up before anyone asks about it.

The second part of my response is me opening up about my experience with being diagnosed with ASD, formerly known as As//per//ger's Syn//dro//me, at sixteen years old. I also went into how not calling ASD what it truly is (which is a disability) and calling it a "different ability" instead is extremely harmful and is treating being disabled like it's a bad thing.

By the way, saying that a disabled person is disabled isn't a bad thing. I'm disabled. It is what it is. Does it have its challenges? You bet. Does it help me with certain things? Hell yeah. I can really absorb information about my favorite bands, characters, shows, books, etc., and tell you a lot about those things. For example, I can tell you that Su can't ride a bike or read manga and she's okay with that. I can also tell you she can't tie her shoes very well, which is why her boots don't have laces and are slip-on and/or zip-up. But that doesn't mean my struggles are nonexistent or that I never struggle. I do, and it makes my life Hell at times.

The narrative that autism is a bad thing to have, every autistic person is somehow broken and they all need to be "fixed" is also super fucked up and not true. That's the narrative that I received when I was diagnosed by a therapist I had. I'm gonna be real here, I cried when I was first told that I was diagnosed with ASD. I felt like I was broken. I already felt like a total outcast. Being told about my diagnosis made me feel even more broken than I already felt. I was so ashamed of myself, despite me not doing anything wrong whatsoever, that I masked for SEVEN YEARS of my life. I masked for so long that I forgot I was even diagnosed with ASD in the first place. I wasn't taught how to really put my special interests into good use. I kinda had to figure that out on my own. I was pretty much under the assumption that me being interested in anime, cartoons, music, comics, theatre, writing, etc., to the point of obsession, was somehow weird and hurting people around me. You know, despite those things being harmless. Despite me being able to separate those things from other things that are important (like work, for example). Despite my only surviving parent, other family members, and the woman he was dating at the time completely overreacting and not bothering to see exactly what makes these things so special to me.

(By the way, having a disability does not completely make who a person is. There are a lot more things that make who a person is than that.)

It's kinda shocking that I wasn't able to come to terms with my diagnosis until this year. Considering that I masked for so long due to being ashamed of myself, plus being treated like a burden for being disabled, it's probably not very surprising. I initially thought at the time that it was the worst thing to have, as I was already struggling with enough shit back then, but came to realize it's not a bad thing. It doesn't change who I am. But I'm glad I came to terms with it finally nonetheless.

This is getting way too long, so I'm gonna wrap things up here. If you've read this far, thank you so much. I'm sorry this got so long!

If you watched the video, what are your thoughts on it? If this is your first time hearing about Dhar Mann, how do you feel about him? If you're a Dhar Mann fan, did this change your opinion on him in any way? Feel free to sound off in the comments!

Have a great day, everyone!

[magnusgoetia]

Transcript of a Sinner’s Conversation: A Meeting with Caecus

--Begin (In Medias Res)--

Sinner: You kiddin'? Dyin' was the best thing that's ever happened to me.

Caecus: There’s nothing you left behind? No family to miss?

Sinner: My family? Fuck 'em, I'd ‘ave hired 'elp to kill 'em already if it meant they'd be dead-dead, and I wouldn't have to spend time wiv 'em down 'ere. It wouldn't be right for me to force this on my friends either, but they'll be 'ere in due time anyway. I can wait.

Caecus: So, you’re expecting your friends to join you here as well. The wait must be awfully lonely.

Sinner: Ah, not really. I’ve made friends while I’m ‘ere. The shit I can do ‘ere is like, fucking magic and with it I can make up for what I lack in a lot of different ways. Just wish I could remember how I ‘ad died.

Caecus: Maybe it’s better not to remember… Not all of us intended to be here, after all.

Sinner: No. No, perhaps it’s best not to remember. I quickly found out that it's not just evil folks that end up here, lots of good folks, plenty of weird ones too. I'm sensing you’re of the “gooder” ones, you radiate...well, it’s 'ard to describe, but I don't sense any hostility from you at the very least, even though you were born ‘ere.

Caecus: How amiable of you. But remember, a birth is just a new beginning of sorts. You couldn’t have been alone since you were… delivered to us.

Sinner: Ah, you’re a poetic type aren’t ya? Anyway, I’ve not made many friends but I do ‘ave a particular fondness for this one clown...me an' 'im seem to 'ave this weird connection wiv each other. Actually, he's more of a jester type, though rather embarrassingly his name escapes me...

Caecus: Are you, by chance, referring to an imp named Blocko?

Sinner: Yeah, don’t surprise me you know ‘im. He seems like the type to ‘ave a particular reputation.

Caecus: That he does, and yet a divine will connects us. I’m being led to believe your intriguing appearance has an even more… intriguing history.

Sinner: Riiiight...Well, you know what they say about skeletons and closets. Though I suppose I ‘ave nothing to hide ‘ere...Well, to put it simply, I was a broken kid. I never got help, and I did... unspeakable things to anyone who ‘ad wronged me—or simply didn't like.

Caecus: Even the purest of souls can be corrupted by another’s sins.

Sinner: Yeah...Well, it's not like I'll stop doin’ what I did while I was alive, with all that murder and hedonism. Though death has a way of humbling some people...In any case, the murders mostly stopped as I grew older. I seemed to have preferred to just traumatise people instead, ruin lives of the people I saw as bad or evil.

Caecus: Then you found a different punishment for those you had judged.

Sinner: I suppose so. A lot of it involved me spying on groups of people. I'd worm my way into the seedy societies that thought they were safe in their little circles and collect dirt on them. Really sick shit too by the way but don’t worry, the hypocrisy wasn’t lost on me either.

Caecus: Oh? You judged yourself a hypocrite yet continued along a path of self-appointed righteousness... Why?

Sinner: I don’t know, maybe a sense of catharsis? A lot of these were people who I wouldn’t have to feel guilty about killing or whatever. Sometimes it was more personal too, there were—still are people I am attached to up there that got hurt, and I took my revenge on them in their place.

Caecus: Ahh, how noble. Fighting for your friends.

Sinner: Yeah, there was this one particular bastard. Actually, there were a few…but…eh, nevermind…this one particular guy who was essentially lying to one of these “friends” and caused them a psychotic breakdown. I didn’t take action right away, but I did end up killing ‘im. Didn’t even bother hiding the fact it was a murder.

Caecus: What made you wait?

Sinner: Money, mostly. It makes the world up there spin, and you need a lot of it to get anything done, right? Well, I ‘ad to wait until I ‘ad enough money to fly to the states on top of all that shit involved in immigratin’. When I settled in, that’s when I made my move on a buncha grudges. This guy was just the first. Moving to the states made my life a lot easier in some ways. Was a lot easier to sleep when I took care of the grudges too.

Caecus: Oh, wow. You must have had remarkable resolve to keep a “grudge” that long… Tell me, did all of them truly deserve it?

Sinner: No, most didn’t, but I am…was, an angry person. I found I was very much capable of venting my anger, to put it mildly, and I was much too young when I had...shall we say...discovered it.

Caecus: Young minds are impressionable.

Sinner: Right, and the fact that I was generally good at getting away with it made me feel just that little bit better about it.

Caecus: So, you exploited that validation to continue justifying your actions. Most sinners in your position never reach awareness...

Sinner: Yeah? I’ll take that as a compliment, but I was totally emotionally disconnected when committing my crimes. Afterwards I pretty much always dealt with conflict. Cognitive dissonance is a bitch. Though I had largely stopped my ways. I’m ‘aving way too much fun down ‘ere, and even though I won’t drag ‘em down here with me, I’d love to have my friends join me eventually.

Caecus: Would they be pleased being here, embrace this existence like you have?

Sinner: I dunno, some of them have a hard enough time as it is with one existence, I doubt they’ll be too happy to find out there’s another waitin’ for ‘em. The others I’d imagine would be quite surprised all the same, being atheists and such, but I reckon they’d come to like it.

Caecus: An existence you cannot escape is itself a prison. Albeit, choosing to enjoy it in spite of that perspective is a marvelous thing. If you could imagine them in your presence, what would you do?

Sinner: Again, I dunno. It’s hard to tell when they’re not here yet but I am somewhat interested in what’ll end up happening should they get here. I dunno if I’ll be able to tell if it’s them even.

Caecus: And how do you dare to enjoy existence now?

Sinner: Well, I’ve been doing everything I’ve ever wanted to do but could never do in life amongst other things. It’s kinda embarrassing, but I played a bunch of video games, so I miss those quite a bit. I’ve found plenty of ways to fill that void though. Some of your movies are pretty sick down ‘ere, and importing goods from the other rings to ‘ere means I don’t miss out…mostly, on their fun too. I just wish I could explore the other rings; I don’t get why us sinners can’t.

Caecus: Decretum is often difficult to understand. However, it would seem a blessing that you’ve been placed with the multifarious company of the pride ring.

Sinner: True enough, whatever that means. There’s a lot of strip clubs, greedy businesses and shit, stuff you think you’d only find in the other rings. Though I think I probably would’ve ended up in wrath if we landed in the rings based on our sins.

Caecus: Most catechisms view wrath as an excessive anger. You strike me as having more control than the average sinner.

Sinner: A lot of people on the surface woulda said the same too, I was and I suppose still am really good at keeping it in check, well, good enough to not make it obvious anyway. Though it’s been a lot tougher down here.

Caecus: This is a realm of collective temptation, after all.

Sinner: My only judge here is myself and perhaps my peers if I let them. I still kill down here, but it’s been in self-defence. I don’t think I’ve killed anyone out of anger yet but let’s just say I’d feel sorry for the poor sod who happened to piss me off on a bad day.

Caecus: You’ve always been your own judge. I suspect the lack of good comparisons for your behavior here has coaxed you further.

Sinner: Actually, I could tell you about the first person I “killed” down here. It was soon after I woke up. I suppose this guy thought it’d be easy—fresh sinner, just in time to be another tally mark on some statistic.

Caecus: A second death, the lake of fire…

Sinner: Uh...yeah, I reacted on instinct and it musta been a sort of “kiss of death” type shit. I only touched the dude with my hand, and he just kinda…shrivelled up and died. You know…like when a cartoon character eats a lemo—ah sorry, you can’t watch TV.

Caecus: Ah, yes… a shrivelling death is nevertheless descriptive.

Sinner: Anyway, I have a bunch of other powers too but that one I’m most afraid of you know? I can drop the ambient temperature of an area so shit gets cold, have some form of telekinesis and a buncha other stuff, like I have some kinda control over this weird glowy energy, it’s how I have my eyes, which are purely for show, I don’t need them since I can see perfectly fine without ‘em...not that you’d know I even have ‘em.

Caecus: I’m aware you observe our world, in a traditional sense. My observations are just a bit more… unorthodox. And I feel as if your fear is not from a lack of understanding.

Sinner: Well I seem to have it under control, but I’m afraid in a moment of weakness I might react without thinking, you know? I’ve not had it happen yet, but it would be so easy when flippin’ out that I just give ‘em the ol’ touch of death.

Caecus: Even a king’s heart is just a stream of water to the hand of… fate.

Sinner: Gonna be honest, I haven’t the foggiest of what you just said. Though if I’m being honest myself, I couldn’t care less if it was someone I didn’t know anyway. Only really care about my friends and such. You seem pretty neat yourself.

Caecus: The impression is mutual. It’s not often that I’m seen as anything other than senseless and intimidating. I don’t find it unwarranted, granted; my appearance is as disconcerting as my psyche.

Sinner: How do you even know what you look like? It’s not like you can just look into a mirror.

Caecus: I was presented with a vision soon before I arrived, my last blessing I suppose… Regardless, my rebirth is a tale for another time. I’ve relished in your company long enough, and I must answer my calling. I’m sure our paths will converge again.

Sinner: Hey, I hope so too...uh....

Caecus: Please, call me Caecus.

Sinner: Well, it’s only polite to give you my name too. I go by many names here, but I am quite fond of “Mr. Death” as silly as it sounds.

Caecus: Silly, yes, but very becoming of you. A pleasure, Mr. Death.

Mr. Death:Well, don’t let me keep you. I’d like to see you again sometime, Caecus. I’ll take my leave.

Caecus: All in due time.

--End--

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If you don't mind me E N T E R I N G your blog, basically i played through investigations and ace attorney 1 recently so i have been mostly just lurking the narumayo tag, instead of playing the damn games and might i ask, do you have any non ace attorney ships you're into?

Why please my dear friend~! Come in, come in! Between, between~!................

Non-ace attorney???? Ships????

sjkjsksjkas ok but i got quite a few.... tis nothing all that interesting, all straight and mostly canon.... if a show is showing me [male character] and [female character] enjoying each other's presence with a lil bit of love-teasing then I'll probably ship it lel

so ahhh mucho texto alert xd:

Of course I'll start with the funny reference above, TUGS.....

There's Hercules x Lillie of course, but Sunshine x Sally... they got something going on~, like the fact that there's little screetime between them and what they have is all very 👀👀👀 makes my imagination soar through the air ngl jsjsjk ((id say something bout the lack of content but we're talking bout tugs, thats in general xd))

On a related note, yes I am looking for some good ships in Thomas but I can't seem to find any or like, ♂ and ♀ interacted and didn't hate each other so SHIP jskjsksjks then again, tis just an adjacent fandom I'm not paying close attention to it

And for the rest of the live-action, I don't watch live-action,,,, but what i have is: Patrick x Teresa and Rigsby x Van Pelt from The Mentalist, Jim x Pam in The Office (everything else idc or dont like it) and most importantly, Carly x Freddie in iCarly. I really drop the show when they made Sam x Freddie canon lmao enemies-to-lovers my belothed </3

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I looked through my cartoon list and it's pretty much married couples and all that is canon lol: i like Fry/Leela, Shrek/Fiona, Josh/Emily, Alejo/Valentina, Bugs/Lola, Daffy/Tina, if a western magical girls show gives each girl a boy to crush on/date then imma ship it, I'm just that simple lol

but ofc it gotta be reciprocated, if it's one-sided and the other party doesn't like it then I won't like it either :/.....

That being said, western cartoon romance sucks, they're all so bad unless they're already married ksjakjskajs the fall of western civilization what the helllll

I guess Lotor x Allura or Shiro x Pidge in Voltron:LD but damn, its voltron, everybody loses when it comes to shipping there e.e

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And now what's REAL good! ANIME!!!

Starting strong with the best, the god tier, the absolute 10/10 ship of all time...

Marin x Melan from Brigadoon. The ultimate ship. Best love story ever told. No one can deny it. I can't go into much detail because it's better to go full blind but this really is the OTP of OTPs, I'd do more content of them but Melan is sooooo difficult to draw 😭

Unironic and monogamic, Light x Misa from Death Note, I do believe he could fall for her and both really are a match made in hell~♡

Kamina x Yoko from Gurren Lagann was pretty good for what it lasted lel

Gaku x Tsumugi from IDOLiSH7, what a power (and based) move to remove the otome aspect in the I7 anime but have one of the guys be purely in love with the manager of the rival boy band... they're not even "rivals" exactly, they're just co-workers in a somewhat competitive field, is the enviroment that gives it a forbiden fruit/rivals-to-lovers taste but they're actually friends all around lmao

There are many lovely married couples in JoJo, but from the non-canon that I like?? Kakyoin x Holly. For real, it's so lovely, funny and bizarre (xd) not only they should get togheter but Josuke should have been their son. Think about it, he'd still be a Joestar through Holly, have a stand through Kakyoin and it wouldn't break Joseph's character!

Alto x Ranka from Macross Frontier, I don't know/care if there's a movie that says otherwise, these two end up togheter at the end fuck you fuck you ((also Hayato x Freyja in Delta and I still don't know bout SDF xd haven't watch the movie yet... and who cares about seven???))

Lunge and Eva from Monster should have totally team up togheter and maybe fall in love with each other in the process 👉👈

Naruto x Hinata my canon beloved ♥ but..... Neji x Hinata....! aaaaaaa the story is kinda funny actually. At the time I was considering shipping it, r/dankgentina was doing like, a fuck-ton of Santiago del Estero (being the Alabama of Argentina) memes and "La prima lejana" by Los Autenticos Decadentes kept being referenced, for obvious reasons: la prima lejana means the distant cousin♀ so I think you can guess what's the song is about... point being that I thought to myself "If I like the song, Imma ship them cousins". It's a song from my childhood. La prima lejana is a song that I loved in my childhood and now I know what is about and now I ship the cousins lmao.

KawoShin? AsuShin? Kaworu x Asuka! that's where the good Evangelion shits at!!

I kinda ship Utena and Touga, but that's just to trig the libs lmao

Pleaseeee tell me that Claudio and Nicoletta get togheter in Ristorante Paradiso cmonnnnn that was like the only thing i was invested in that god forsaken anime aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa why are joseis like this??? (ok i do know but still... also you gotta bring proof, this is an mainly ace attorney blog, we're evidence-based here 😤)

fuck you fuck you fuck you, Sakura and Yukito should have get togheter, the teacher and the """she's so mature for her age!""" student are actually canon in the manga so CLAMP literally has no problem with that so why not here???.... this are the remains of lil me liking Yukito and projecting through Sakurita but I still agree and now I have more reason to...!

Protagonist x Akashi from The Tatami Galaxy~ very basic, very nice~

Very mixed with the ships of Inazuma Eleven... like, Endou x Natsumi is canon in games and anime and is sorta fun? But Endou x Fuyuka is canon in the game Rangu is playing and it's really sweet and I love it?? But Rangu himself ships Endou x Touko and he's absolutely right??? idk but Kidou x Haruna does slap tho

(and i have no idea in GO, there are so many combos and I guess there was something bout Nosaka and Anna in Ares/Orion?)

I don't really ship much in Pokemon, maybe self-shipping with some of them guys... on the other hand, Lucy actually liked and accepted Brock's advances on her? and that's epic, i love it! And then... then there's Ikarishipping (Paul x Dawn). What a fucking great ship name that is, next to JustWright, it still has that enemies-to-lovers taste I don't like but it is kinda cute and it hold my attention for more than 10 seconds, so that's something- also more fandoms should do that ______shipping naming thing xd

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welp, that was a long thing to write lol, anyways thanks for reading, asking and for your patience haha^^

in any case, this makes me consider doing an entire month dedicated to my other aa ships and another month dedicated to all my non-aa ships xd it'll be great~

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Cuphead Show First Impressions

So they released the Cuphead Show. Did I watch it? Yes and no. I watched the first episode, but little else. However, I don't really want to watch much else. Why? Well for starters:

The Cup brothers had obnoxious voices and were generally uninteresting. Cuphead is the overconfident idiotic brother while Mugman is the nervous, smarter, and more effeminate brother. AKA the exact dynamic that Mario and Luigi will inevitably have in the upcoming Mario movie. WATCH I'LL BE FUCKING RIGHT! Anyway... this dynamic is overplayed and uninteresting.

None of the humor was humorous. I don't have much more to say here. Just you know... not funny didn't laugh.

The Devil is basically just a ripoff of Him from the Powerpuff Girls. It's not a subtle ripoff in the slightest. The Devil in the show is also like this Team Rocket motherfucker who's like "Ooh I'll get your precious Pik- soul next time". How creative..? He wasn't like this in the game, mind you. He was more of a smart trickster who mostly stayed put in his casino while others did the hard work for him. That's a more interesting villain, but no.. gotta rip off other shows.

Even the animation is pretty unappealing. The animation looks like an ugly crossbreed of modern kids show animation and classic styles. Not only does it fail to sell the classic look, but it also fails to even look good to begin with. They also altered character designs in ugly ways. The game looked a LOT better than this show. I get that the game used cell drawn animation which would be too expensive and inconvenient to do in 2022, but all that tells me is that this show shouldn't have been made.

I know I haven't watched much of the show, so just remember that these are my first impressions. However, I've seen enough animated shows to already tell you that this is likely to be an incredibly generic kids show. Nothing about the show's writing struck me as worthwhile.

They also censored shit. Cuphead in the game owed the devil his show because of haphazard gambling at the Devil's casino, while in the show he fucked up at some dumbass theme park. Look, I don't care much about censorship. However those mild adult elements in Cuphead helped sell the 1930s cartoon aesthetic. This just further shows that the it cares less about actually replicating the classic aesthetic and is more focused on just being a modern kids tv show.

The whole and sole appeal of the game is the fact it looked like classic animation. The fact the show barely cares about that is a fundamental flaw. Without that, what's the point of this show's very existence?