#i would personally like to thank this show for unlocking that part of my brain again

[iguessitsjustme]

Yes I am making y’all choose between actual couples and the jokes (hah) that pop into my head.

[meetinginsamarra]

mayprompts2024, #29 hero

Chapters 1 to 5 here on AO3

If you like the tattoo AU give it some love on my AO3, please. It would mean a lot to me. TYSM!

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White Pony Tattoo - Part Nine (hero)

John turned around to head for the next bus stop, not knowing if he would even be able to get there. Taking a step and moving away from the tattoo shop seemed impossible. The weight of the world was crushing down on his shoulders and the outlook of not seeing Sherlock for at least a week cut deep into his chest and right into his heart.

The connection I’ve felt, being with Sherlock. Now that it’s gone, I almost feel sick.

John rubbed his eyes and sighed heavily.

Dear God, I think I’ve fallen for him. Fuck. Not just his looks, which are top notch of course, no, it’s the whole package of his personality. Even if he is a real dick at times. I can’t help it.

And yet, I’m wondering.

Did he feel it, too? He practically glowed down there in the lab, speaking to me, showing off his equipment. My appreciation of what he has achieved made him incandescent.

But does he like me back? As a person, as John Watson, the whole package I come with? Or was he just happy to have an audience that applauded his every move? To be forgotten as soon as I’m gone and out of his sight?

The gloomy thoughts clogged John’s brain and rendered him unable to walk away, condemning him to oscillate on the pavement in front of the shop.

“Oh, hello dear. You must be John?”

John was so preoccupied by his musings that he jumped badly when a woman’s voice suddenly adressed him.

“Erm, yes?”

Looking into the direction the voice had come from, John registered a frail but distinguished looking old lady. She had just sat down two heavy looking bags with groceries and held a bunch of keys in her hand. A large golden number dangled from the main key ring.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you. But you looked so forlorn and sad. Sherlock has not rejected you again, or has he?”

“Ah, no, he’ll tattoo me,” John quickly connected the puzzle pieces, “and you must be Sherlock’s landlady.”

“Tch, I forgot to introduce myself properly.” She chuckled and offered her hand. “I’m Martha Hudson. Most of the time I’m more like Sherlock’s housekeeper since he cannot be arsed to do the simplest household chores himself.”

Shaking her hand firmly, John laughed. “That sounds very much like him. Always thinking about ink, is he?”

“Yes, yes. He calls it the INK, written all in capital letters. It’s his greatest passion, he cares for little else.” She unlocked the front door.

This offhand comment struck a chord in John, one whose sound he did not really want to hear again. Doubt. Doubt if Sherlock really cared about him apart from putting INK on his skin. He shook himself mentally, trying to get rid of the anxiety that crept upon him like a feral beast.

“Pleased to meet you. Let me just praise the scones you’ve made. They’ve been the best I ever had.”

Mrs Hudson made a delighted sound. “What a charmer you are!”

“Just telling the truth.” John pointed to the grocery bags. “Can I help you with these?”

“Oh, please, if you don’t mind, dear. When the weather is like this, my bad hip is always acting up.”

John carried the bags into 221A, Mrs Hudson’s flat on the ground floor. He put them onto her kitchen table and was about to leave when she invited him on a cup of tea as a thank you for his help. Like every proper Englishman, John could not refuse.

“Did you know that Sherlock explicitly requested tea and scones for you today?” Mrs Hudson said when she handed John the cup with steaming hot tea, watching his face quizzically.

“No?” The undeniable sly look on her otherwise so friendly and open face caught John a bit on the wrong foot. “I thought it was the usual hospitality he shows to his clients.”

Mrs Hudson outright laughed.

“My dear, he never cares about hospitality. The clients come to him anyway, no matter how rude he behaves. Can you imagine my surprise when he asked me to provide tea and scones for your appointment today?”

She refilled John’s tea cup. “He said I need tea and the best scones you can bake when John comes back. Sherlock even added a please in an afterthought.”

“He was sure I’d come back and acept his offer. He just knew.” John shrugged. “He knew me better than I know myself.”

“Not the point, dear. Sherlock wanted to have tea and scones for you. He wanted to impress you and be nice. You must mean something to him if he goes to such lenghts, don’t you think?” Mrs Hudson winked and grinned.

John wondered if she had adopted this mannerism from Sherlock or if it had been the other way around.

“I don’t know. I’d like to think so.” John decided to be honest with Mrs Hudson. Somehow, he was convinced he could trust her. He added wistfully. “I really wish I would be more to him than just the next canvas to put his INK onto.”

“He’s had a hard time in the past,” Mrs Hudson said, “he doesn’t let people get close to him easily or quickly lowers the protective shield he’s put around his heart.”

“Really?” John wondered. “He seemed pretty open and relaxed when he showed me all the stuff in his ink laboratory in the basement.”

“He what?” Mrs Hudson cried out and jumped up. The hip was not bothering her now, apparently.

“John! He never lets people in there. It’s his sanctum sanctorum. It took four months and constant nagging on my behalf until he let me take a look and I own this house. If he shows it to you just like this, you have to be very special to him already!”

Blissful warmth spread through John’s body. His nerves tingled and his blood sang a dulcet melody full of hope. Could it be that…

John beamed. “Thank you so much for telling me, Mrs Hudson. That he cares about me.”

Suddenly, Mrs Hudson’s posture changed.

She fixated John with ice cold eyes, pinning him on the chair. Steel had replaced every trace of her earlier softness and age-related frailty. She stepped up to John.

“Just to give a you heads-up, you’re not the only person who cares about Sherlock.” Her voice was sharp, quiet and deadly serious. “Or protects him.”

It sent chills running down John’s spine.

Mrs Hudson briefly squeezed John’s shoulder. “If you hurt him, I’ll lace your tea with rat poison. I know a nice lad who is a building contractor and he’ll bury your body somewhere in a concrete slab.”

Theatrical as it might appear, John believed her every word.

And just like this, the fearsome avenging angel that had occupied Mrs Hudson’s body disappeared, leaving the nice old landlady behind.

“Do you want another cup of tea, my dear?” She asked sweetly.

In this moment John decided that Martha Hudson was a true heroine.

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[marie-is-seein-stars]

Mafia AU: Stray Kids -

Chapter 1: Rough Start

Word Count: 918

Mdni contains swear words and some suggestive themes

Synopsis: um...so basically girlie is in the streets because her mans was clapping another girls' cheeks when she came back home and there is a flashback moment and stuff and then she runs into Hyunjin, who is a tatted-up BEEFCAKE (oh yeah and he's part of the Stray Kids' mafia🤭)

You were running from people, a vendor you had stolen food from as a desperate attempt to survive, you hadn't eaten since you left your apartment, which was weeks ago. Now here you were, feeding on scraps and stealing food just to keep your body distracted from the sickness that was fogging your mind. Your body might've been occupied, but your brain kept playing that scene in your head like a broken record.

You held on to the rickety metal pole that passed as railing on the concrete stairs to the apartment you shared with your boyfriend, 143-District 9. It reeked of tobacco, but an unfamiliar sound filled your ears 'It's just the neighbors, fucking, again' you rolled your eyes at the noise, reassuring yourself that your boyfriend would never cheat on you. But as you unlocked the door, that noise became louder, and that's when the truth hit you like a ton of bricks.

You walked right up to the bed and they were still at it! “What the hell?!” you screamed and pulled the girl off of your now ex-boyfriend. “Get OUT!!!,” the girl scampered to get her clothes and reached for her purse, when suddenly you had a thought, it was your apartment after all.

 “How about I show you to the door instead!” you dragged her by the hair, and opened the door, throwing her naked form out into the hall for anyone who was out to see. Your boyfriend was petrified the whole time, knowing what was coming for him as well. “Ah, you know what, I’m leaving you here to pay rent with whatever you can scrounge out of my safe, but this?,” you dangle the necklace he had gifted to you only a week ago as an anniversary present in between your slim fingers,”I’m keeping it.” he scrambled after you, blubbering and screeching about all the good times the two of you had together. 

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You were running from people, a vendor you had stolen food from as a desperate attempt to get something to eat. You hadn't eaten since you left your apartment, which was days ago. Now here you were, feeding on scraps and stealing food just to keep your body distracted from the negative thoughts fogging your mind. Your body might've been occupied, but your brain kept playing that sequence of events in your head like a broken record. You turn sharply into an alley, bumping roughly into what feels like a wall.

Except, it’s not a wall, it’s a person, a man who couldn’t be much older than you. But, there was something about him, it was dangerous yet alluring. He had a fuck ton of tattoos; you also took note of the fact that he was armed with a pistol and a switchblade. He had shoulder length dark black-red hair. "Sorry”, you whisper, he gave you a once-over, then muttered “Not a problem", glancing at the pendant you wore added "Princess”.

You were about to protest but his dangerous gaze shut you up. His scent made you want to attempt to swim in black licorice and Axe body spray...even though you hated licorice, (Twizzlers are the exception) and drown in it. The scent was so intoxicating that it actually pulled a response out of you. “mMmn” was all that came out of your mouth, thank the gods! “MMmn~?” he exclaimed questioningly “Oh! Um, I was just uh…” You walk backwards out of the alley without another word and come across a park bench. You take a seat and suddenly remeber the food you had. You eat some now and save the rest for breakfast. You stash the food under the bench, making sure there's no bird dooky or spider webs before placing it in a dark corner and covering yourself with your jacket you had on.

You drift to sleep, thinking about the guy with the yummy scent and tatoos. A few hours later you hear several pairs of footsteps. You freeze, unable to determine if it's some mugger or a serial killing gang. What if it's a cult that has wierd colored contacts, so whenever they give you the bombastic side eye you lose your shit, not because of them but because of those damned lenses, seriously though, whose supplying people with those? Next thing you know, you feel a tight sensation in your leg, but before you can react you body goes limp as you slip into black inky unknown.

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[shadowqueenjude]

Day 4 of @sjmromanceweek favorite tropes

Favorite tropes: an Elucien comedy Or basically: Elain and Lucien (mostly Elain) being complete idiots part 1 thanks @kateprincessofbluewhales for the idea loool

“Put this on,” Lucien said, handing Elain a short purple cloth. Elain stared at it for a few moments, bemused. “What exactly am I supposed to do with this?” she enquired.

“Wrap it around your head,” Lucien replied. “We’re supposed to be undercover, remember?”

Elain sighed, obeying his instructions before looking in the mirror. She looked like a common schoolgirl coming out of her cottage. Which meant the disguise was successful, because Elain could almost imagine that she was human again.

Elain and Lucien had gone to Vallahan to figure out what the hell was going on, as Morrigan had proved to be an utter flop at forming alliances. So, in typical Rhysand fashion, he had (quite rudely) asked Lucien to do it. Elain had intervened and demanded that he show some respect considering that Lucien was the only person capable of forging good relationships around here, and Rhysand had stared at her in shock, as though shocked to discover that she has a spine.

Elain brought herself back to the present. As soon as they entered Vallahan’s capital, they had gone to a shop to buy better disguises, and this headcloth was the cherry on top. Elain stared at Lucien. He was dressed in a long olive-green cloak buttoned up to his neck, with a black hood shadowing most of his face, but the glow of his metallic eye was unmistakable. It was damn near impossible for Lucien to blend in.

By the Mother, Elain wanted to kiss him. But he was so hot that he made Elain nervous- among other things.

They walked outside with their new clothes, and Lucien bent his head to murmur in her ear, “We need to find a place to stay for the night.” Goosebumps ran down Elain’s neck that had nothing to do with the cold.

“As you wish,” she breathed.

They held hands as they walked through the town, searching for a nice inn. This was her chance, Elain thought. She had read enough books to know what happened next. They’d stay in the same room, and there’d only be one room, and they’d have to huddle together for warmth…

“That one looks nice,” Lucien said, snapping Elain out of her fantasy. She prayed that he couldn’t see her blush. “Yes,” she whispered. God, why couldn’t she talk properly around him?

Lucien tugged her hand gently and they hurried over to the inn. Indeed, the inside was quite nice. The entire place smelled of mint and lavender, lit with candles that gave the whole place a romantic air. Elain suppressed her smile. Finally, they could get closer.

Lucien began speaking a foreign tongue to the innkeeper. Elain blinked. Did Lucien know the language of Vallahan? How many languages did he know? He was so hot for that. Elain smiled and nodded, pretending to follow along. The innkeeper looked at Elain and then winked at Lucien. “Ti espica hai skogsra sundara,” he whispered. Lucien hummed in agreement. Then the innkeeper slammed a pair of keys on the table, and Lucien took it.

“Enjoy,” the innkeeper said in the universal fae language. Lucien took Elain’s hand and tugged her towards the rooms in the back.

“What was he saying?” Elain asked as one. Lucien chuckled at the question. “He said your wife is as stunning as a deadly forest goddess,” he said casually, and Elain gasped. Then she blushed. Wife? Her brain became foggy at the thought of being Lucien’s wife. Ugh, she was a mess.

Lucien deftly unlocked their room door and held the door open for her. “After you, my lady,” he said teasingly, and Elain strode in before going still.

There were two beds. Two very large nice beds quite far away from one another. Elain looked down anxiously. “The room is so…big,” she said.

“You sound upset,” Lucien observed.

She was, but Elain couldn’t explain why she was. That would be humiliating. So, she lied. “Just surprised.”

She hastily got ready for bed. There was no way she was making a move now.

Elain got up at the crack of dawn rather disgruntled. But never mind: it was a new day! Elain moved to use the bathroom to brush her teeth and stopped when she found Lucien in there already.

Shirtless.

He was so… toned. Well-built. Tanned. Healthy.

Yeah, let’s go with healthy.

Well, at least they had to share a bathroom.

Lucien sensed her presence behind her and turned around. “What are you doing, Elain? There’s another bathroom on the other side of the room.”

What???? How is it that the moment Elain wants closed quarters, suddenly inns are exceptionally accommodating?

Elain couldn’t suppress her groan as she stomped to the other side of the room. Lucien laughed. “What’s the matter, Elain?”

“Nothing!” she shouted back. Thwarted again!

They were about to have breakfast at the inn when Elain had an idea. Mates accepted the bond by eating food, right? She walked up to one of the servers holding a bowl of soup. “I’ll take that please,” she said. The server happily handed it to her and ran off. Elain beamed and walked towards Lucien, soup in hand. Lucien’s eyes widened when he found her with the soup bowl in hand.

[marjansmarwani]

Favorite Fandom Memories

thanks to @strandnreyes, @welcometololaland, and @reyesstrand for the tag!

Obviously I am feeling super normal about the show ending in just a few days. I may not be as present on here these days but this show and this community still mean a lot to me and it definitely feels like the end of an era. Thanks to @thisbuildinghasfeelings for the idea and a way to even start to express it all.

The theorizing: I'm going to miss this part so much. The long, nonsensical rambling theories I wrote out were fun enough on their own, but to have people both validating them and adding on to them? Times I will never forget. It all felt unhinged in the best way. Engagement watch in season 3? Ice storm theories during the S2/S3 break? Breakup theories during the ice storm arc? Wildly guessing and extrapolating from the few images we were given and going through clips frame by frame? Absolutely nothing will ever compare to that thrill.

The characters: I could go on for ages about how much I love all of these characters, literally every one of them (yes, even Owen. He's a mess but I love to pick apart that mess). I don't think I have ever encountered any piece of media where I truly do love and appreciate every single one of the cast of characters as much as I do this one. Could some of them have used more development and focus? Absolutely. Do I still love them anyways? Obviously. Also, on a personal note: Marjan Marwani means so much to me.

Writing: the thing I love the most about this show is how it somehow managed to unlock the creative part of my brain again and got me writing after years of not being able to. I wrote 131 fics for this fandom. For a while I was publishing at least 1 fic a week. I wrote AUs that I never thought I would be able to and explored themes and characterizations that I developed and built on. Not to mention so OCs (Mya, my beloved). I wrote long form works that I poured my entire soul into (the teacher au has so much of me in it) and works that I spent months planning and writing and rewriting. Unfortunately my writing brain checked out again before the end but maybe someday I will finish some of the things I have started. There are at least 80 wips at various levels of completeness sitting on my google drive. Maybe someday they will make their way off the drive and into the world. My writing grew and improved as I went and by the end I wrote 705,332 words for this fandom. I would not change a single sentence of any of it.

The community: we may not have always agreed and there may have been some drama, but overall this was the most pleasant and engaging fandom experience I have ever had. And I am a fandom old. Even if we only interacted in passing know that I appreciated you and what you brought to the community.

Friends <3: I have met so many wonderful people through this fandom and though we may not talk as much as we once did know that I still love you and that I will always be a message away. My life has changed a ridiculous amount throughout the course of this show and fandom (4 moves, 3 jobs, 1 cat, and a shit ton of medical stuff just to scratch the surface) but there were always people there to talk to about all of it or none of it, depending on the day. There are even people that I have had the pleasure of meeting in person and bringing our friendship outside of the digital sphere. I also had the absolute amazing fortune to meet one of the best friends I have ever had through this fandom and for that I will forever be grateful.

In typical fashion, I have once again rambled. But I have a lot of feelings and the only way I know to express them is writing (which may explain the over 700k of fic I've churned out). No pressure tagging a few people but regardless of if you do it or not thanks for coming on this ride with me.

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[forwomenbiwomen]

For some reason I just had a one-two sucker punch of content from men that suddenly and intensely unlocked a revelation lol.

I realised how it would feel to be a man, and not just intellectually. For a moment, when I was lost in the content and felt like a person and like it was talking to me, I felt that.

Pretty vulnerable and long rant incoming, I'm not proud of realising I could have been just like them with the right factors:

As a man everyone supports you, even if you whine that they don't. Everyone in the media looks like you and sounds like you; you are the default. And if they don't, it's uncomfortable and eyeroll-inducing, because what's the point of pandering to wishy-washy failed humans like women? Women are the weird ones; they dress up for some reason and they're soft for some reason and have their own rules about makeup and clothes and they are suckers for us and I'm intensely attracted to their bodies but they're unknowable so I won't bother to understand them beyond that. To them feminism is so cringe and it's equivalent to the cringeyness of q*eer culture or... idk furries

It was like the empathy centre in my brain went overdrive for a minute and for the first time in my life, I genuinely wanted to be a man. It hit me on such a visceral level just how oppressed we are and how uncared for we are and how fucking different we are. I knew it intellectually and I have been angry for a while but this was... different. I felt it.

For a second I realised how easy it is to be misogynistic. How easy it is not to care, and how easy it is not to notice. Women are the other to them. There's a sick sense of satisfaction in ALL of them. "At least I'm not like them, phew. At least it benefits me. I want it to be like this, secretly, bcs it gets me hard and it's the best feeling in the world to feel that sexual power."

And then, when I came out of it like 😳, I found it really hard to adjust because all I wanted was to be like that. That jealous, childish part of me wanted to feel that pleasure and that ease and that sick satisfaction even though I know it's wrong. I just wanted it to be easy. It's so easy for them, and it's not fair. And they know on some level and they don't care because it genuinely feels so good. They're like spoiled children, and I mean that in the most literal sense: there's been research that lack of hardship doesn't develop your brain in certain areas, such as empathy, decision making, resilience, and care for the quality of work. They literally have parts of their brain that are children's level, and it FUCKING SHOWS.

To be a woman suddenly, after imagining for a second that I wasn't, was such a feeling of grief. I really felt like I was lesser. I understood how they think that. Men and women have the same socialisation from the world (men are better and women are lesser) and I realised with horror that if I was a man, that socialisation would've worked. Plain and simple. It's everywhere in everything and as much as it's permeated us as women, it's permeated them; it's just that we are on different sides of the equation. How inescapable it is for us is just as inescapable for them, but we fight to escape because we feel that pain and they don't give a shit because, and I can't stress this enough, it feels good.

It feels safe and it feels comfortable, like a soft, warm chair filled with pillows and blankets that you can order things around from and then jack off lol. And then the "feminists" come and look at you with venom and harsh words and blow cold air down your back and pull at your blankets and say this chair should be ours, you have to bunk along and you're like what the fuck? And all you have to do is say no and your fellow chair dwellers will order them away from you and you can be warm again. Other women pull them back too, then fall at your feet to bring you stuff and suck your dick and you think "thank you normal, traditional women we love you for that <3". You might even feel a warm sense of kindness towards those women, but in the end as soon as they stop that venom you feel comes back. It doesn't matter what happens to them, it doesn't even cross your mind that they're cold, as long as you get to sit doing nothing, eating, sleeping and jacking off fine.

I don't really have a point here I just feel disgusted that I understand them. I feel like my arms and legs are being dragged down while men step all over me with shamelessly hard dicks and mocking smiles, poking me and spitting on me. I hate how it feels to be a woman and I've NEVER ONCE thought that.

I love being a woman, I feel pride and warmth towards my sisters. I love how we're biologically superior in every way even when men define it as quick-fiber physical strength and psychopathy. I love how we're the bastions of what it means to be human, the carriers of culture, the creators of life. I love how we're resilient and that animals trust us more and how creative we are. I love how intelligent and beautiful we are, how sensual and loud we can be. I love how period bleeding is one of our body's ways of reporting on our physical health. I love how we were the first time-keepers. I love how, as a sex, we gravitate towards communal structures and collaboration. I love how we come in all different shapes and from all different backgrounds and struggles and how we then create covens and magic and jokes and science and technology and art.

Everything terrible men project onto us (such as submission, vanity, helplessness, promiscuity) is actually true of them. And when I think about how that shameless privilege felt, and how they have hijacked billions and billions of women across time and space and sucked the humanity out of us, I have the intense urge to a) kill them as a matter of survival and b) keep the feminism going. The angry, evil feminism that actually liberates women.

Anyway rant over I'm normal about them again (👹👹)

[thegreymoon]

The Story of Minglan

Judge Di is finally out and he is PERFECT and I must watch, but Minglan is in the middle of her revenge arc that I have been waiting for for so long 😭😭

Life is all about hard decisions and my suffering knows no bounds 😭😭

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How is she great?

She is perfectly willing to fuck up your entire life by trapping you in a marriage with her shitty son to save her own face!

The Countess can go fuck herself.

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From where I'm sitting, it's He > Liang > Qi but they are all awful choices, really. Actually, I have no evidence yet on the He house, but I'm just waiting for the other shoe to drop on that too. There is a reason Minglan went on to marry Gu Tingye, after all, and we just don't know what it is yet.

The Gu house is also a special layer of hell, but at least Gu Tingye has proven himself capable and willing to tell them all to fuck themselves.

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LMAO, I love Xiaotao! 🤣🤣

Yes, girl! Protect that money!!

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New love interest unlocked??? 👀

I must say, he is not quite what I expected for Rulan.

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So, I was wrong??

These two seem to be getting along? Which again shows that Qi Heng is actually spineless.

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Your death, probably.

Or maybe not, because he is an invertebrate who is apparently having sex with you.

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LMAO, WHAT DO YOU THINK?

Your crazy-ass family threatened to have everyone he loved murdered if he didn't marry you. How enthusiastic do you think he is going to be to procreate with you?

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LMAO, spineless and doormat.

Minglan not only dodged a bullet. She dodged an entire nuclear bomb with this guy. She should send the princess a gift basket to say thank you!

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LOL, is she suggesting what I think she's suggesting?

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Her thinking is so shallow and juvenile.

Like... her main reason for insisting on marrying this guy is to stick it to Rulan. Never mind that his mother hates her and that he is a fickle womanizer who will never respect her. She doesn't even love him, she's just after his father's title.

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OMG, SHE ABSOLUTELY IS SUGGESTING THAT MOLAN HAS SEX WITH THAT LOSER OUTSIDE OF MARRIAGE!

And to get pregnant too! 😬😬

The best part of Minglan's revenge here is going to be that she personally wouldn't need to do anything to these two herself, they would do everything for her!

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I despise this woman.

Also, he's the sixth son! Who cares whom he fucks? Just leave Minglan alone!

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Also, the absolutely vile language she uses to talk about this girl.

So, if Chunke is the bitch and the whore, what is your son, pray tell? He is the one in a position of power getting a girl who has everything to lose pregnant. Even if Chunke is trying to climb a higher branch, as they like to put it in this show, he is the one lifting her up to do it!

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Oh, LMAO, she dressed as a servant to get out! 🤣🤣

That's why they bribed the guard at the door!

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OH MY GOD, YOU MORON, THEY ARE SETTING YOU UP!!

THAT WAS MINGLAN'S AUNT WHO TOLD YOU WHERE TO GO!

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Oh my god 😑😑

The second-hand embarrassment is killing me.

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LMAO 🤣🤣

Minglan is a hundred steps in front of you 🤣🤣 She is playing you all!

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OMG, WANG RUOFU CAUGHT THEM!!

Let's hope her stupid ass does not mess up as always and that Molan ends up suffering some consequences!

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LMAO, thank goodness it was Nanny Liu who went to investigate 🤣🤣

She hoards all the brain cells in that household!

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LMAO, as I said, Nanny Liu is hoarding all the brain cells!

[fablecore]

i was curious what you thought of the live-action One Piece now that season one is out! personally, i have the same compliants as Geoff of Mother's Basement (youtu.be/43K-H_dtQ9g?si=2n0MLLPmdw0vARk7) where, personally, my main compliants were (1) how clean some of these well-worn outfits and set-pieces were and the bigger one was (2) how Garp was altered but i, like Geoff, have my hopes that s2 can fix that by showing that this is the experience (mostly part from Mihawk) that changed Garp into more of the Garp we see in the manga. "a high 8 or low 9 out of 10" indeed. overall, i think its okay as an adaptation! i like Sanji's perviness being toned down, i dont mind most of the shuffling and changing because it is an adaptation with timeslots and seasons unlike a limitless manga with arcs however long it wants. i can understand if you or others dont like the live-action adaptation though! i just like that it was a good gateway to help me turn some of my friends into One Piece fans, less scared of how BIG One Piece is now the live-action has given them a limited taste, towards the manga or the OnePace.net-editted version of the anime (though i do still plan to have them watched some of the anime-only filler that is fun lmao maybe ill throw a sleepover or something, idk, i just like how OnePace fine-tunes the padded-out pacing problem the later One Piece episodes have) thats the main plus of the live-action adaptation to me

but im curious about your thoughts if you have any?? its okay if you never plan to watch it, i know a few other fans like that and i dont mean for my wuestion to be all peer-pressure-y or anything ♡

i've never heard of onepace until now! i'm in the same boat, i've been watching opla with my sister who's kind of interested in starting one piece but is also intimidated by the anime's episode count. maybe we can watch onepace instead. thanks for letting me know ☺️

i've only seen the first two episodes (but don't care at all about spoilers and have seen a lot already). i didn't like the first episode, zoro particularly, but the second was fun! well... it was camp. combined, i would give it the verdict of "aggressively okay" but this isn't a judgement on anyone who liked it. if you did, i'm happy you had a good time. i just have cinema brain.

what i liked so far: helmeppo's >:O face and his puma trainers. the vfx team in charge of luffy's rubberyness. buggy's "surprise, shithead!" nami's den den mushi earpiece/cellphone.

the rest:

zoro’s zombified no energy go girl give us nothing monotone. 😐 <- why did they tell him to make this face in every shot

they cut the scene where luffy gives zoro his swords back and replaced it with helmeppo ass

"a man needs to be strong. but he also needs to be good.” you are going to cut off a pirate rookie's arm and then obliterate his ship and crew later 👍

what is this whole thing about being "morally good" and "one of the good guys" and "a good pirate" it's ICKY

justice for silly winky vain nami. how are they going to do the personality shift into broody serious arlong park nami when she's been broody and serious the whole time

nami spent like 30 minutes unlocking one (1) locked cage. i guess it's because she and zoro needed to talk/get some exposition in, and i'm not going to suggest a better option because i don't want to rewrite half the script. i just found it amusing because normally it's "suspend your disbelief when a character does something amazing for the plot" and not "when a character is noticeably worse at something they really have no business being this bad at. for the plot"

i'm starting to think that zoro and nami lost core personality traits because the writers wanted them to be luffy foils instead of their actual characters

i did hear taz was the best/most charismatic actor out of the straw hats. i'm assuming this is because they let him be sanji instead of making him into a luffy foil since they have enough luffy foils

cameraperson's love affair with low angle closeups and fisheye lens. i don't hate it (it's camp) just pointing it out

i'm literally so serious about mackenyu's insufferable zoro voice. whenever i hear him talk in that joyless southern california kardashian vocal fry my blood pressure shoots through the roof. who made him do that

even though i have issues with the writing, i think objectively opla has done a decent job of pleasing fans. i'm not one of them but i know there's a lot. but on a technical and artistic level... deep sigh palms pressed together listen... i was hoping for spellbinding artistry from the showrunners. beautifully lit scenes, beautiful camerawork, excellent technical chops, lingering shots of luffy's bruised knuckles, the slightly frayed fabric on zoro's swords, a super close-up of a log pose with the crew talking behind the compass needle, their bodies distorted by the glass. fingerprints on kerosene lamps. barnacles on rotting wood. a searingly hot-blue summer sky (super saturated in post) over shells town or wherever. i wanted lush gorgeous rich interesting artistic ideas from the directors and cinematographers. i haven't seen any of that so far, and what i have seen doesn't compel me to watch more. i'm not saying the actual cinematography was bad! just. okay. it was okay.

(but also some of the nighttime/underlit scenes are bad. put a dang key light on your actors 🤺)

concluding thoughts: at the end of the day, if netflix wants to keep throwing millions per episode at tomorrow studios, i'm fine with overlooking mediocre filmmaking and storytelling. i want everyone in the production crew to get their bag. i hope this show runs for another 50 seasons and is powered by union labor forever and ever until the end of time amen

[cannibalismyuri]

hi sara if you would like to (and only if u want), could you please tell me your top 3 favorite willel scenes?

rae u have unlocked a sort of secret (um. doubtful but.) pleasure of mine which is ranting about willel. i would FUCKING LOVE TO??? :D

DISCLAIMER : i have a lot of opinions in this, and if yours and mine differ, it's because im talking about symbolism, and that's an artistic perspective, so our opinions can be different <3

WARNING : tons of rambling under the cut :]

willel reunion hug. but more importantly the part where el says : "i'm okay". it's the first time we truly get to see how much they care about each other and to what extent. their love is somewhat fate, somewhat circumstance and a whole lot of misplaced understanding, but you can see so clearly here that will was the only one who asked how she was feeling, because he knows how much stuff like this can fuck you up, and she clearly feels so thankful that he Asked and she wants to comfort him so badly, she doesn't want him to worry, because he's had to worry for himself and other people plenty and a good person, a hero doesn't let other people worry for them, and even in a good deed you can see her mindset about how she should be a certain way to make up for all the 'bad stuff' she's done to him unintentionally and now she loves him unconditionally, but she still has trouble showing it and making up for her not being able to 'save' him in season 1 and the only way she can do anything right now is let him know that for once, he doesn't have to worry about someone else. she's okay. she's okay because they're here. her Real family is here now. and it just pains me so much to see how authentically and truly they care for each other, because each of them have their own pain but they recognize the other's so well, and it's almost like they're two parts of the same coin meshed together, but you can't see where they separate. and they are so similiar, but so different, and they carry so much jealousy and guilt and shame, but the eahc one wants the other to be happy, and they know how to do that so seamlessly, because will knows el is rarely asked how She feels about something not related to her powers or. anything in general. just asked how she feels. and el knows will has been worrying about people since the start of time, and it's not just a switch she can turn off in his brain because she wants him to care about his feelings and himself for once, but the most she can do is reduce his tensions, because she's okay. she's fine now that jonathan and will and mike and even agryle, who's grown on her are here. and the way they don't know Exactly what to do, because they arne't fine tuned to each other yet, and even if they were, there are some things you can't 'fix' or 'solve', but you can quell them, and they're Trying So Hard to quell the other's problems and that's what special about them. how hard they try, for each other, for their friends, for their family, and for a world who's never given anything back to them.

2. will saying that he and el will fix her diorama together. will has grown used to things needing 'fixing' and believing that he has to fix them himself and most times he thought those things were Himself, and he gets that this goes deeper than a project, than a diorama. because el is still holding onto hope that her dad is alive, and will gets how dangerous hope Is, but he also knows what it feels like for your hope to be squashed, literally and metaphorically. one of my favorite personal thoughts is that this scene resembles will's castle byers scene with a few exceptions, but i won't get into that now. and there's a possibility he doesn't know about el's struggles with morality and violence and her powers and brenner and being a hero or a monster. but i like to think he does, so for me, her calling hopper a hero, and that being denied by angela, it means something. hopper did something great, he saved many people, possibly the world, but she can't tell angela that, but even something still heroic like saving people from a mall fire being undermined by angela, it interferes with her perception of heroes. now heroes have to be Big and Invincible and Strong and they can never be weak, and they have to save the world and sacrifice themselves in an instant to be a hero, but will Helps her. more like, he tries to, but clearly el realizes something, because at the end of the season her motive is to save max. just max, not the world. and i think she's understood will's definition of a hero now. someone who does anything for the people they love. someone who saves people, not a world. and this scene is very symbolic to me of their relationship, because el is broken, shattered. and will is helping fix up the pieces; the pieces being made up of a diorama and what a hero should be and what a father should be and what a father feel like and special powers and who she is with and without them and not knowing who she is and being bullied for not being normal when that's all she wants to be so, so badly. and will is helping, trying to help, whatever. it's still new to her that someone would want to unpack her and still love her as, if not more, deeply as they did before. anyway will is helping! her! fix! it! THEY'LL!! FIX!! IT!! TOGETHER!!, OKAY!!?

3. will calling jonathan and himself her brothers, her family. there's something about this scene, not because i think it's a very important scene symbolically or metaphorically, or that it's very neccesary to analyse to understand their relationship, but my reason for loving it is because it's the final nail in the coffin. they are family, they are siblings, and nothing will ever change that. also i love noah's acting in this and the way he says "we're family" like he actually, really believes it. because that means el's dream has come true. she wanted people who'd accept her with or without her powers and actually give her autonomy and think of her generally without regarding her powers, regardless of wether she has them. and these people, they don't consider her when the world needs saving, or when they need something drastic or using her for powers, these are people who ask her for opinions on the colors and shading for their new project in school. people who call her to ask if she needs a ride to school and if she wants to smell his shirt to see if he smells like the green plant el had caught him with once which is a herbal tea leaf. people who just want to know if she's okay and people who will fix dioramas and life and morals and autonomy and her perception of herself and the world and how It percieves her and a situation in general. people who will hug her and not want to let go. people whose heads she can cradle because another one of the people taught her that. and i especially love how will used his hands here and interrupted jonathan, because he doesn't normally do that, but that's his sister. that's el out there, in jail, getting headshots taken. and he can't be assertive most of the time, but for el he would burn down worlds and do anything to make sure she's safe. and he teaches her this, that being a hero is not about saving the world, it's about saving the people you'd do anything for, and she is one of them for him and he is one of them for her. and it just really drives the point home. that, you Know that they're family and they're brothers and they would do anything to keep her and make sure she's safe, because that's all that matters to them. not her powers, not her lack thereof, not her hair, not her normality. the only thing they care about is Her. her safety and her feelings. and that invokes something very emotional within me.

anyway Yes. those are my top three favourite scenes and my very very long reasonings for them. anyway, if you've read till here, there's a treat for u! many of my willel posts linked :D

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[queen-of-deans-booty]

Devil May Care: Part One

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2k

Warnings: canon angst and violence

Summary: Castiel is missing after you told him to go to the Bunker after the angels fell. However, that is put on hold when Abaddon calls with two hostages that you now need to save.

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. Any and all comments on these are appreciated.

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Instead of heading straight to the Bunker, Dean parked on the side of the road next to some outdoor picnic area. Sam's curious as to what's been happening since the fall, so you've told him everything minus the angel that's locked inside of him.

Dean is laying flat on top of the wooden table, and Joanna is climbing all over him like she's at a jungle gym. Mary's having some trouble crawling, but you're right next to her so she doesn't fall off the table.

"Joanna, be careful."

"Daddy is strong. He can take it," she says casually.

You and Dean laugh at this, and he tickles her side until she is crying with laughter.

"So, Cas is human?" Sam asks.

"Ish," Dean says, holding onto Joanna and sitting up so she is now in his lap. "I mean, he doesn't have any grace, no wings, no harp, and whatever the hell else he had."

"Okay. Where'd he crash-land?"

"He called us from a payphone from Longmont, Colorado. We told him to head to the Bunker."

"You think he can handle a road trip like that?"

"Cas is a big boy. If things go sideways, he has our number. Right now, we have bigger worries."

"Like the fallen angels."

Dean meant about Ezekiel, first, but he doesn't make a move to show his true feelings.

"Right. Thanks to Metatron, we now have a couple of thousand confused loose nukes walking around down here."

"What do you think they're gonna do?"

"We have no damn idea," you sigh.

"What about Crowley? Did you kill him?"

"I would've loved nothing better than to ice that fucking bitch. Then I thought to myself, what would Sam Winchester do?" Dean says bitterly.

"I'd've stabbed him in the brain."

"Well, I figured the King of Hell might know a few things, so why not keep his ass alive for the time being?"

"He's alive?" Sam asks, shocked.

You pick Mary up and follow Dean over to the car, to which Dean unlocks the trunk. Inside is Crowley, handcuffed, gagged, and unable to get out because of the warding. Dean painted a devil's trap underneath the roof to keep him from smoking out.

"Yeah, he's our bitch now," you grin.

"Yeah, bitch," Joanna says.

"Joanna!" you laugh, and Dean covers her mouth immediately. Crowley rolls his eyes at the sass she gives him, and Dean closes and locks the trunk. "We should really watch what we say around her."

By the time you get back to the Bunker, you're disappointed that Castiel isn't here. He either got lost, got captured by the many different angels after him, or found someone else to help. Either way, he's not here. The only person who you left behind in the Bunker is Kevin, and you're not sure what you'll be walking into.

Some of the lights are on, but as soon as you walk in, someone sets off the first trap. An arrow whizzes straight at you, but you use your magic to catch it before it can hit anyone. You look below to see Kevin with an automatic crossbow in his hands. You can't see much from your vantage point, but you can see that he's overturned the library tables to make some sort of barrier to protect him. He also took the books and stacked them all around him so nothing could get him.

"Easy there, Katniss," you say and walk down the metal stairs with Dean.

"Dean? Y/N? You're alive!" Kevin laughs.

"Had that hit me, not for long."

"Sorry, it's been a bad couple of days. I haven't slept or eaten, and I'm pretty backed up."

"Okay, TMI," Dean shakes his head.

"After we talked, this place went nuts, alright? There was some alarm, all the machines were freaking out, and the bunker just locked down! I couldn't open the door, my cell phone stopped working, and I thought the world was ending!"

"Close. The angels fell from Heaven."

"What does that mean?"

"Nothing good," Dean answers, and takes the crossbow from Kevin. "Listen, next time the world's ending, grab a gun." He takes out his cell phone to check if he has service. "I have service."

Kevin flips some switches on the control panel in the war room. All the lights turn on, and the machines whir into action.

"It's back online. Maybe when you opened the door from the outside, it reset the system."

"Yeah, let's go with that. Clean this all up," you say regarding the mess.

Sam enters the Bunker from above with Crowley next to him, and the demon has a bag over his head so he doesn't see where the Bunker is or what's inside. As soon as Kevin sees him, all he sees is red.

"No," Kevin whispers to himself.

Sam and Dean lead Crowley to the dungeon which is perfect for holding a demon while you put the kids to bed. They've been stuck in a car for almost twenty-four hours, so they need to take a much-needed nap. After that, you leave their room and head to the dungeon where Crowley is now chained to a chair in the center of the big devil's trap on the floor. Crowley takes in his surroundings. The side wall is filled with all kinds of torture implements.

"Homey. Where did you get this fantastic little treehouse?"

"Alright, here's how it's gonna go. You're giving us the name of every demon on Earth, and the people they're possessing," Sam demands.

"Am I? That doesn't sound like me."

"I saw you break down, Crowley. When I was trying to cure you, I knew a part of you was human again, and maybe still is."

"Blah blah, boohoo," Crowley rolls his eyes. "Are you done? Good because this is what I know. I'm not giving you anything. Why would I? You have no leverage, darlings. You're not gonna close the gates of Hell because you didn't. You're not gonna kill me because you haven't. So, what's left?"

"We have a few ideas," Dean smirks.

"Torture. Brilliant. Can't wait to see Sam in stilettos and a leather bustier, really putting the S-A-M into S&M. Honestly, boys. What are you gonna do to me that I don't do to myself just for kicks every Friday night?"

"Rot in Hell. See if we care," you say.

You and the brothers turn and leave the dungeon, closing the doors and locking them. Not like he can get out anyway. You turn off the lights and leave Crowley alone to stew in his feelings. When you get back upstairs, Kevin isn't shy to show his anger.

"What's Crowley doing here?! Why isn't he dead?! Why aren't you stabbing him right now?!"

"Calm down, Kevin," you sigh. "We need him."

"What?!"

"If we can get Crowley to give us the name of every demon he's got topside, we can hunt them down. All of them. He will break. When he does, we'll hold him down while you knife him. Then, we all go out for ice cream and strippers," Dean jokes.

"Just stay away from him, alright?"

Kevin sighs knowing he is outnumbered and unable to get past two heavyset Winchesters and a witch.

"Now what?"

"I gotta make some phone calls. You need to hit the Angel tablet and see if you can find anything on the spell that Metatron used to empty out Heaven," Dean says.

"Yeah, maybe we can reverse it before the God Squad does too much damage," Sam says. "I'll check anything relating to angels and demons and anything with monsters."

"It's going to be a long year," you sigh.

The best thing to do is to get on top of this angel thing, and Dean called every hunter he knew to see if they knew more about the angels falling. Some of them had no clue what was going on, some had information that Dean already knew, and others didn't answer. Dean's on the phone with Irv, a hunter your dad used to work with that he'd tell stories about. You've never met him but you know about him.

"Did you say fallen angels?"

"Yeah, they're monsters with good PR," Dean rolls his eyes. "So, if you run into one, torch his ass with holy oil. Oh, and if they drop a silver sword, grab it. Those pigstickers come in handy."

"Copy that."

"Hey, I know this is weird, but--"

"Weird is what we do," Irv cuts him off. "I remember this case me and Bobby worked up in Saskatoon, and it had these two—"

"Werewolf siamese twins," Dean chuckles.

"He told you about that?"

"Every time he drank Labatt's," you say.

"Yeah, so if you run into any problems, give me a call, okay? The more hunters that know, the better."

"Roger-Dodger."

Sam comes in with his laptop in hand just as Dean hangs up on Irv.

"I found something. Nothing angel related but it's demon related."

"They're all the same thing to me. Tell us in the car."

"Kevin!" you shout. You peek your head into the library where Kevin is cleaning up the books he made a mess of. "You're on kid duty. Can you handle that?"

"Fine," he sighs.

"Great. Thank you. Call me if you have any issues."

After packing up your things, you three head out. All that Sam knows is that a bus that held a few army soldiers and some prisoners was abandoned in a parking lot. The only thing left behind was the prisoners, but they were all dead. The entire area has been marked off with yellow tape, and there are multiple police officers and army personnel present. This is either going to go very well or not at all.

As soon as you step out of the Impala, you cough at the strong scent.

"Oh, God. This place reeks of sulfur," you groan.

"Between the stink, the freak thunderstorms, and every dead cow within three miles, I'll take demons for $1000, please," Dean jokes. A sergeant walks up to you three with an unhappy face. She must not like that you're here. "Hey. Agents Stark, Banner, and Maximoff, FBI. We're here to have a look around."

"Why? This is a military case, not a federal one."

"Well, that's not what our supervisor said," Sam sasses her.

"Is that so? Then maybe he and I oughta have a chat," she says with a bittersweet smile.

You're about to use your magic on her, but Dean is already pulling out his phone. There are a bunch of police and military personnel here, and if one of them sees you using magic, then it's game over for you. Dean quickly dials someone without looking at the Sergeant.

"Hey, boss, uh... we have a little problem here."

"Boss?" Kevin says, confused.

"Yeah, just a local badge needs confirmation we're supposed to be here. About how the word came down from FBI headquarters in DC."

"Wait, what?" Kevin stutters.

Dean has no choice but to hand her the phone, and you wait and see if you'll really need your magic or not. The Sergeant doesn't take her eyes off Dean as she puts the phone to her ear.

"This is Sargent Miranda Bates, who am I talking to?"

"Uh, Kevin... Solo."

"How old are you?"

Uh oh. Kevin better be quick on his feet if he is going to get you access to this crime scene without you stepping in.

"Old enough, and I'm with the FBI so you have to do what I say, or—"

"Listen, kid," Miranda cuts him off, "I don't have to do anything, and I don't take orders from the Feds. So, unless you can give me one good reason you got a few pretty-boy agents poking around my crime scene, I'm gonna put them in cuffs and spank your ass raw, understand?"

Shit.

"Cabo, last June."

"What?" her face pales, and you smirk subtly.

"That's my reason. My favorite is you in a sombrero doing a body shot off some naked guy in a Luchador mask. Super classy."

"How did you find that?"

Classic Kevin to go hacking around in her life.

"Because I'm Kevin fucking Solo. So, unless you want this forwarded to your commanding officer, Major Velasquez... I suggest you give my guys anything they want. Understand?"

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, sir," she sighs and hands the phone back to Dean.

She looks around awkwardly before leaving your side.

"Kevin? What the hell did you just do?" Dean asks.

"All military computers are linked to the same network."

Dean gives Sam the okay, and both you and Sam leave his side so he can finish his conversation with Kevin.

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[asksythe]

Hi! I'm a huge fan of your book air. I read it first when you where still updating it and still come back to it from time to time to re-enjoy it. If you're still interested in posting your rough drafts to give insight in the finished story I would enjoy that very much too, but I understand if you don't. I just wanted to take the time to thank you for everything you've shared with the world and for inspiring me.

Oh wow! That’s… a while ago. Over 10 years ago, I think? I started writing Book Air when I first started using Tumblr. I vaguely remember I had just graduated from university around that time and moved back home to HCMC for a newspaper job too. That was when the whole Makorra vs Masami thing was still all the rage in the fandom and there I was in the corner, shipping Amorra and wanting to do lengthy character pieces into Asami (because she’s great) even after the first season finale had aired! Ahahahaha. I think I was among the first wave to ship Korrasami, too (back in season 1 before it was cool). And I still have the fanart to prove it. 

Man, what a trip down memory l lane! I’m glad you enjoyed my story so much. I’ve always been of the opinion that I write for no one else but myself. But to have readers like you, who have been with me for over a decade and been inspired and come back to visit this sleepy little blog. That is the best accolade a writer can ask for. So thank you.

Yes, I still do have the draft for it. And I’m very happy to type it out here. I probably will have to do several reblogs of this and come back again to type things out, because it is long, and it’s been a while. So it will take time to shake loose the rust in my brain where I store Book Air and its unborn twin, Sun Eater. 

In any case, that is the first thing I will say. 

- Book Air is the first part of a duology. The second part is called Sun Eater and tells the story of when Korra came back from the end of Book Air to the day she turned 17, right on the morning of her test before she snuck her way to Republic City. 

- Book Air was created as a character piece for Korra. So it’s a fairly intense story. At the start, Korra lost all of her bending, with the exception of air bending, which at the time, she hadn’t quite unlocked. Air bending is the most spiritual among the four bendings, so it would be a profoundly soul-searching journey for Korra.

-My idea is that Korra would have to experience life from the other side of who she was, as someone who effectively could not bend, who was poor and working, and who was potentially at the mercy and exploitations of unscrupulous benders. I wanted her to experience living and growing up as an ordinary girl and not… the avatar. So much of Korra’s personality, especially around season 1 and 2, revolved around her being the avatar, that I always felt like. If we take that away, who are you? There’s a reason why before Korra, every avatar had to pass their age of majority before they were revealed to be the avatar. A child raised atop a throne would never have grown up normal. She would be disconnected from the rest of the humans she is supposed to represent because for as long as she has known, she has always been an existence beyond mere humans. I always felt this was Korra’s personality flaw that the show… never properly addressed. I wanted to see Korra the human, interacting with the world and with people without the trappings of her avatarhood, wondering what’s out there for her besides just being the bridge between humanity and spirits. 

- Remember in the last chapter I posted, Korra showed off her jeweled necklace because she wanted the comfort she was used to enjoying as the avatar? It eventually brought unwanted attention her way. The region where she was, Emeq, was very poor, so showing off something like that attracted roving bender gangs looking for soft targets. In short, she got roughed up. Kaya, the shamaness who took her in, also got roughed up. This gave Korra a whole lot of feelings. She had rarely ever felt that sense of absolute helplessness before. She had a lot of rage, pain, and uncertainty. 

- That incident with the gang also opened the door to the plot thread between Korra and Kaya. Because Korra knew Kaya was a bender, likely a very powerful one too. But Kaya never used her bending even to defend herself. So around this part, a lot of Korra’s anger is directed to Kaya. 

- In any case, our girl has a lot of growing up to do. After the run-in with the gang, she was once more really bandaged up. Then came the next issue, which was who was going to pay for her stay. Here came reality knocking on Korra’s door. She had to work. She had to earn her keep, just like every other ordinary human out there. And she had to do this without bending. 

- Without going into the boring parts of Korra having to learn the ABC of ordinary life, this plot thread eventually ends with her getting a loan of a stringed northern water tribe instrument, a nine-string mandolin. It started out as something Kaya loaned to her when she was still bedridden from being roughed up by the gang. It became an outlet for her pain, grief, uncertainty, and anger. It would be the key to unlocking air bending without a teacher for Korra. 

- Yep, air bending. The idea I thought of was basically a reverse Toph style of learning. Air, wind, the vibration that traverses the void. How is Korra supposed to reach a bending that’s highly spiritual without a guide or a master when she herself was in a period of such turmoil and grief? By accessing her rawest emotions, processing them, and letting them out through music, of course. It’s all very unintentional on Korra’s part. But probably this kind of learning is most effective for someone like her. Certainly more effective than sitting her in meditation with old monks who she didn’t understand and who didn’t necessarily emotionally understand her either. 

-To be honest, at first, I thought of a type of zither for the instrument. Atla universe is based off Asia. So a zither would fit in right at home, But then when I really think about it, a zither doesn't really fit in with a tribe of nomads who live as real and raw as you get. When you play a zither, you have to sit down. You need a table or some sort of flat surface for a zither. So what if you want to play while walking during your pilgrimage? What about when you are riding an animal. Furthermore, zithers are associated with philosophers. The oldest type of zithers is considered the philosopher and gentlemen's instrument. So it's an instrument associated with philosophy and logic.... and masculinity. So I thought it didn't quite fit what I had in mind. So I ended up having to search a bit more, finally ending with the mandolin. It's similar to a guitar. It has a unpretentious sensual edge to it. It's also light and simple. An instrument that is both spiritual in a very feminine way and fits right at home in a nomad's hands. I can see Korra playing it as she rides a yak atop ice slopes.

- I also wanted to introduce a softer, more vulnerable, and yet still very fierce, very Korra-esque side to Korra through her musicality. I also wanted her to connect. I wanted to introduce something earthy and grounded, yet deeply sensual, because it’s speaking from her raw emotions. So the mandolin, the songs she learned from the people around her, and the melodies that she eventually came up with herself. These are the tools I planned to use. 

- So eventually, this plot thread would open up into Korra gaining a position as Emeq village’s musician of sort. It’s the one practical skill that she showed the most aptitude in and didn’t require too many tools that she didn’t have. This would eventually open up to a different kind of bending, sound bending. Also my take on something approaching spirit bending without being it entirely.

- Then, the people of Emeq eventually started their pilgrimage into All Dark. This is an idea I came up with when I created Emeq. The idea of Emeq was that I wanted a place that was both primal and raw. As in, the very beginning of the beginning. I wanted a different take on water bending, removed from the ethereality of the moon-based water bending we all know in canon. A much more grounded and fierce kind of bending. So Emeq and their annual pilgrimage into All Dark, the region of the North Pole where there was no sun light or moon light, was the result of this. So a water bending born from a place with no moon would be vastly different.

Tbc…     

[sunny-sideup-4]

My review on Good Omens Season Two (also posted to Amazon Prime Video Reviews)

This season, this show in general, is beautifully written, directed, and executed. I can't perfectly describe how the story and characters just grab ahold of your attention instantaneously and keep you drawn in the entire time. There is never a dull moment. You become fully invested in the storyline and form a connection with the characters in a way that I, personally, haven't felt in YEARS. Despite the fictional nature of this story, the characters truly feel real and deal with very real internal and interpersonal conflict. This season was a reminder that we don't magically get fairytale endings-- we work for them. We make them ourselves through hard work and dedication. Through growth, change, and communication. I eagerly await the next season.

Now here's the special bit only for Tumblr: I have rewatched this show several times from beginning to end. I have watched it in it's entirety with my girlfriend and begun watching it with friends as well, with the intention of them becoming inspired in the same way I have. This season singlehandedly reignited a spark I had lost in 2020. In 2019, I was diagnosed with several chronic illnesses and began treatments for them in 2020, one week before the pandemic shut down the world. Learning I would forever live in a vessel that would always be sick... was soul crushing. Though things were starting to look up for my health through treatments that helped me manage my symptoms, I had lost the creative fire that roared at the very center of my being. It would come back in short little bursts of easily put out embers. I would write or draw or paint for a few days and then stop for months at a time, only to fall back into the never ending routine of going to work then coming home to lay on the couch in a deep depression that felt inescapable. I found other ways to be creative that were fulfilling- like crochet. I've deeply enjoyed the feel of yarn and hook moving in tandem to create a beautiful piece of fiber art to gift to others or keep for myself. I've enjoyed the peace it gives my over-active brain. There is no room for wild, unruly thoughts when my hands are constantly moving.

However, it never felt the same as it did when I was creating entire worlds in my head to escape into. It never brought the same sense of joy. It was fulfilling but not in the same way that set my soul ablaze. Good Omens Season two has opened a new chapter for me. It unlocked the prison cell that my creativity had been locked away in to rot. I am writing again. I am bringing ideas and stories to life. Plotting the the downfall and glorious uprising of characters once more. I feel alive again. I feel whole again. While I may keep my stories between myself and my close-knit chosen family, I finally have new stories to tell again. Thank you Neil Gaiman, @neil-gaiman. Thank you Michael Sheen and David Tennant. Thank you to the other actors and the crew that worked on this show and brought this story to the screens of the world. Thank you to Terry Pratchett, may he rest in peace, for his part in creating this story with Neil Gaiman. Thank you for telling a story that reaching into my chest and started my heart again. Thank you for telling a story that I could relate to. One that reflects parts of myself that few others can see. I don't think I will ever be able to say enough thank you's to convey how grateful I truly am.

To anyone who shares a story similar to mine- I see you. Keep fighting, keep growing, keep changing. Keep searching for hope in every crack and crevice of the world until you can even just the tiniest of slivers and let that help you to keep going until you can find yourself again. Until you can find your spark once more. I promise you that it's out there somewhere. Sometimes you will find in in unexpected places... like I found mine again, in Good Omens. Don't give up. Please. Please keep searching. Don't leave any stone unturned.

[rosenallies]

“Do you want advice or do you just want me to listen” w/ bimbonali. Maybe rose is talking to nali about having a really bad bout of anxiety with the company and he’s had a crapton of important meetings and conferences and it’s all be really overwhelming. He doesn’t know if he can continue on in this job

this is kinda old but im suddenly sad so h/c it is<3 sorry its short<3

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"Do you want advice or do you just want me to listen?" Denali whispered softly, wiping the tears that fell from Rosé's eyes with a tender touch.

Rosé shrugged, embarrassment curling in his stomach as he cried for the third night in a row to his partner who was nothing but understanding and perfect in every way. "I don't know, I'm sorry."

"Hey, no," Denali cooed, "you don't have to be sorry but you've been coming home from work far too late and in tears every single night this week. I'm worried about you."

"Please, don't" Rosé urged, feeling awful the person he was supposed to be taking care of had to be burdened with his shit.

Denali chuckled, flashing a little half smile. "I can't help it, I love you too much to watch you suffer and be upset only to do nothing about it. You would do the same for me, I know you would. If you can, do you want to tell me what's been going on? I'll just listen for now."

"Okay," Rosé muttered, knowing Denali wouldn't take no for an answer at this point, his stubborn and persistent lover always getting whatever he wanted, even if what he wanted made Rosé's chest tighten because he was always told to keep everything in, under lock and key; he never expected someone like Denali to come into his life and unlock him in every aspect. "Work has been getting to be so much between everything I have to do at the office and then the club. I feel like I'm failing everybody, my dad keeps yelling at me that the numbers aren't what they should be and that I never should have bought out the club but-I had to. Your old boss was treating you and everyone else so poorly, I couldn't just sit there and do nothing! He said I'm thinking too much with my heart and not my brain."

Nodding along, Denali stroked the back of Rosé's hands as he spoke, a small gesture that showed his encouragement. "Go on, love."

Breathing shakily, Rosé's eyes brimmed over with tears again. "I-I don't know if I can do this anymore. Sometimes I wish I never would have agreed to take over my father's business, or that I wish I could sell it or something but then I don't know if I'd be able to give you the life you deserve. You deserve everything you could ever want and I want to give that to you."

Denali's heart broke. "You do give me everything I could ever want just by being you and loving me. I know that sounds cheesy or whatever but truly, I've never been in this for your money and I wouldn't back out even if you lost every penny to your name," he said, stroking a finger over the diamond ring Rosé had proposed to him with, "for richer, or for poorer, remember?"

Rosé smiled in spite of his tears. "Till death do us part."

"Till death do us part," Denali confirmed, curling up to Rosé's chest, "I really do think you should sell the company. Not that money matters over your mental health but you could profit millions, I'm sure and you'd still have the club which I can help you run a bit more."

It sounded really tempting to Rosé, it really did, to not have the pressure of his father's disappointment looming over him all the time and to spend more time by Denali's side, but he was scared. He'd worked his ass off his entire adulthood to get where he was now, selling the company felt like throwing it all away.

He sighed deeply, breathing in the scent of Denali's strawberry shampoo. "I'll think about it. Thank you for listening, though."

"I'm always here," Denali said, lacing their fingers together, "always."

[clairvoylance]

I wish to know your side order ideas :)

i'm so sorry. im procrastinating so hard and i just latched onto this.

ok so i think the mission is going to be to save marina. she's either been brainwashed or unleashed something (probably coral or black ink-- more on that later) and got seperated from eight and pearl. eight and pearl are probably going to be the ones to save her (with maybe an appearance by marie cause of that one screenshot with maybe her leg). they're probably going to have to stop a ancient creature (dinosaur?) as the final boss.

so as far as marina being semi absent (def not completely cause i doubt nintendo is that stupid) is because when you pause the trailer at the right time, there is a colorful shot where marina is looking out to the distance surprised. the first thing to notice here is that the picture is like, full of color, something you don't see in many other trailer shots, which shows that she's not in the same place as eight (or the possible new agent) is. also, she's surprised. i think this is either hinting at a possible brainwashing (it would be expected with the amount of times its happened, but likely enough) or she did an oopsie and unleashed the final boss. i think it's more likely she accidently unlocked something because as i mentioned with what the boss will probably be, it seems ancient. something ancient probably isn't going to brainwash her because the two times we've seen brainwashing in this series are with technology. something that may be before splatoon modern era tech likely wouldn't brainwash her. or, nintendo could break these ideas and just go with it, because they can do what they want. just a thought about why they probably wouldn't. finally, as far as the marina picture, there's a weird kind of... barcode? watermark? thing on the bottom. it's kind of glitchy and distorted, which makes me think it's going to be a brainwashing thing, but also it makes sense for her unleashing something.

as for pearl being the mentor character in the story, the picture of her has the perspective of looking up. and, no offence to pearl, but for her to be literally looking down on someone, they probably have to be laying down. i'm assuming this person is eight because the background looks exactly like the place that the trailer mainly shows. marie might be another mentor character because of the one shot with her leg in the elevator, but still, i think pearl will be the main one.

and as far as the villian, i think it'll be some kind of ancient/dino/coral villian. as far as the coral goes, it's pretty obvious if you've seen any theory videos on this trailer-- the entire place has a bleached coral vibe. the trees in the square look like dead coral, there's a brain (representing brain coral), and the entire place is bleached white. as far as the ancient part, my friend actually found this. if you go frame by frame on youtube (pressing the < or > keys on a computer; i didn't know this before he told me lmao) you can see a skeleton/bone creature. and we were looking for matches, and we found one!! literally, a wiki page!! for a creature (probably, i'm not an expert) alive when dinosaurs were!! so either it is a dinosaur, or has the themes and ancientness of one. because this was a more aquatic animal, it fits with the splatoon themes. also, this creature had a very evil vibe (if you've played fire emblem 3h, think sylvain's crest spear (cant remember the name rn) cause that was the first thought i had when i saw this thing). and, because it seemed so ancient (and has a literal glowing red eye where there should be a socket-- no totk trailer vibes here lmao) i think it's not something that was created by anyone or just another villian like mr grizz-- but something marina unlocks.

thank you for coming to my tedtalk lmao. im totally not procrastinating my annotated bib, noo thats someone else

[unhingedwomandiaries]

Last night my brain decided to turn my REM sleep into some sort of twisted game show called "Who Wants to Pee in Public?"

I hate whatever part of my subconscious that thinks bathroom anxiety needs a fucking scoreboard.

I'm desperate for a wee, the kind where you're doing that subtle knee-squeezing dance that makes you look like you're trying to crack a walnut between your thighs. Normal enough, right? Wrong.

There's a massive basketball timer on the toilet door, counting down like it's the final seconds of a championship game. Because apparently my brain thinks bladder relief should come with a side of competitive sports.

Ugh. I detest dreams that turn basic bodily functions into Olympic events.

But wait, it gets better. I'm finally sitting there, mid-stream, doing what any normal person does in a toilet (solving world peace, obviously), when people start wandering in like it's fucking happy hour at Wetherspoons.

They're just... settling in. Making themselves comfortable. Like I've accidentally stumbled into some sort of toilet-based social club. "Lovely weather we're having, isn't it?" Yeah mate, perfect for a chat while I'm literally pissing, thanks for asking.

Why don't dream people understand basic bathroom etiquette?

One woman actually brought in a fucking tea set. A TEA SET. In a public toilet. Started pouring out Earl Grey like we're at the bloody Ritz. "One lump or two?" How about zero lumps and get the fuck out of my cubicle?

Anyone who thinks public toilets are appropriate venues for afternoon tea are crazy.

The worst part? I'm sitting there trying to finish up, but every time I think I'm done, more people squeeze in. It's like a clown car situation, but instead of clowns, it's random strangers wanting to discuss their weekend plans while I'm on the bog.

Is this what my subconscious thinks of society now? That we're all just one unlocked door away from turning every private moment into a bloody social media livestream?

Maybe it's a metaphor for something deeper. Or maybe it's just what happens when you drink three cups of tea before bed and fall asleep watching episodes of "Would I Lie to You?"

Either way, I woke up needing an actual wee and checking the bathroom for hidden tea sets and unwanted guests before I dared sit down.

At least nobody tried to start a book club meeting in there. Though knowing my brain, that's probably scheduled for tonight's showing of "Toilet Tales: The Sequel."

P.S. If anyone ever tries to serve me tea in a public toilet in real life, they're getting the cup somewhere the sun doesn't shine.

[schwarzenadler13]

Dwk brainrot part 3

Part 1:

Part 2:

soo koyote karl-heinz the shapeshifter shaman lady

ik she's canonically a member of the wolves but i've always headcanoned her as the cup's neutral referee

(she's kinda so in my other fic, idk how magical she is tho)

it's just that she likes living in ragnarok, after so many wins the wolves are her friends and she can be all the weird she likes in the fortress with 0 judgement

anyways, she starts spilling donnerschlag lore (aka all the jazz about the stadium, the silberlichten, the power, the keys...)

"and you never thought about warning us about this when she first came!?" "sorry, i really thought that the story about her destroying siblings and bringing ruin to teams was enough for you not to follow her into the mist"

(leon wants to be offended but is she wrong tho?)

she also reveals that the biester are the last key and that probably leon's mark is a tracking spell

(leon feels bad and juli starts suspecting they may be walking into a trap)

"so we just need to unlock that power?" "yes" "and how do you manage that?" "idk, i can show you where but the actual trial is a mystery unless those who have gone through it"

the first person they think is erik, but leon is quite sure he's not telling anything

that leaves the other team: the sternschnuppentänzer, horizon's old team (excuse my german)

(with all the supernatural shit happening, leon is surprised at horizon being actually human)

karl-heinz says that she doubts they still exist, but that they used to play in halle

(if dwk are from bayern, the biester from nrw and the wolves are in my hc from around baden, the other cardinal point would be sachsen)

they leave towards halle

(probably some drama along the way, idk which)

in halle, they meet with deniz who's pretty much freestyle football teams encyclopaedia

every place related to that team is pretty much abandoned

and the only person they find related in a blonde girl named annika who doesn't want to deal with them

*cue some stalking, annoying etc etc*

annika leaves to berlin by train and deniz follows her while the others do the same by road

(at some point between leaving the quarry-halle or halle-berlin, the biester resort to locking leon and fabi in a room)

(sorry, but i dont see them communicating their feelings of their own free will, they need some pushing, esp leon)

(so the biester lose patience and are like "either kill each other or kiss but you're not coming out until then")

by the time they reach berlin, deniz has lost annika but offers to contact the team he sometimes plays in for help

(the fantastisch sieben, i need to crosscheck the german donnerschlag for the name, are a ragtag everchanging street football team of people without a team who play for fun)

they refuse to help despite deniz's pleas

cue leon having an outburst because he's fed up by then (and incredibly worried about his teammates) and fabi going "leon wessel, you aren't helping"

(he's definitely going full name to complain, why wouldn't he?)

"wait, wessel? are you related to a marlon by any chance?" "yes? that's my brother?" "ah, so you are o demonio"

It's rocce who opens the door obvs

(i was debating whether rocce would know about leon but hey, it's siblings we're talking about, marlon has definitely ranted to rocce about him...that's why he's the demon lol)

(leon definitely doesn't know about rocce so he's confused but thankful anyway)

rocce is also dating annika cue drama

everything gets explained, rocce is very much puppy eyes at annika and annika is cursing her existence

(she ends up giving in)

and i'm going to leave it here, more soon