#i'm just trying to explain there are no hard feelings here

[phiralovesloki]

Some points I think need to be restated and emphasized here:

ChatGPT and similar wreck the environment.

It is hard in today's capitalist, fascist, bullshit society to live in a way that is neutral of beneficial to the environment. However, there are few examples as starkly black and white as this one. You are straight up destroying the environment in a real tangible way for benefits that people have been trying to explain to you are not real.

Learn to do stuff, for fuck's sake.

Learn to make a fuckin' grocery list. Learn to write an essay. Learn to write an email. Learn to do the math. If you're going to use something to assist you, there are plenty of methods of assistance that are not ChatGPT. You can use a calculator. You can ask a teacher or a colleague for help. Websites exist to help you figure out what to make for dinner. LEARN TO DO STUFF.

ChatGPT is not a search engine and I don't think you know what a search engine is.

I truly feel like I came from a different universe on this one. A search engine does not exist to answer your questions for you. It exists to help you search through available materials and resources; it's why Millennials got so good at "google-fu" and figuring out the right search terms, an ability that is now almost worthless because Google doesn't actually work anymore. And now Google does try to answer your questions, using its own AI, and the answers are often wrong.

But again, search engines were never meant to answer your questions directly. They were meant to help you do research, and not even necessarily fancy-pants research-research; I'm talking about, "how do I grow tomatoes on my back porch" research.

ChatGPT is wrong.

You can't trust anything it generates. If you ask it a question that you don't already know the answer to--something people insist they need it for!--then you cannot know if you were given accurate information. This is as simple as the math demonstrated above, or silly things like how many rocks people should eat, or how many "r"s are in the word "strawberry."

If you don't already know the information, you can't be sure ChatGPT generates anything correct. And if you do already know the information, then you're literally just wasting water.

Basically, instead of learning to just do things, or asking for help, or figuring out how to do basic research, people are wasting gallons of water to be given something that is just as likely to be completely false or nonsensical as it is to be accurate or useful.

[theladybrownstarot]

𝐏𝐢𝐜𝐤-𝐀-𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐝: 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓 ?

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ᯓ★ 𝐏𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝟏.

𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝟏 ! 𝐋𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠:

⋆˚ You can expect a good news related to pregnancy or you can expect yourself to have good relation with your mother or relationship with your mother or any female figure. Even isn't this , I can see that this year you're being told to focus more on yourself emotionally. Even I can see you taking care of yourself emotionally.In this sense, it is not that you are providing more to the others or loving them first, it is about loving and knowing yourself first , then to proceed with someone else. I can see that the more you will actually try to analyse yourself, know yourself. You're gonna find something very precious about yourself that you didn't know was actually inside you and was to be treasured before, so overall, it's gonna be a self journey to know yourself to know your those aspect that you didn't know by nurturing yourself and loving yourself profoundly , This Will be the only way to manifest and achieve what you couldn't or wanted to.

⋆˙⟡ I can see that in between the year or around you may have to face an emotional upheaval.It could be a break up or any emotional fight or something , For Some is it's gonna be that you have to face some sort of disappointment With the things expected to give you, but it didn't and that's why you will realize that something from the past is what will give you all . It's kinda vague and Hard to explain but yes like you realise that past was right or it could be a decision or choice you took first left it went for other when it didn't give you the result you realise that the 1st one was right.

⋆˙⟡ Okay this is gonna be a bit tough but brace yourself with mental breakdown too because here I can see that someone or more than one person are going to betray you , if not , than you are going to be overthinking a lot almost leading your negative impacts taking over you health wise. You may deal with self-esteem/confidence issue around but this all is gonna be a test for you by universe to measure how inner-strong you have become.

⋆˚ You guys do not release and express yourself properly which leads to the accumulation of bad energies on you which impacts you so when facing any negative situation(s) remembers it's because you are too realise the energies reciprocating the situations or any life circumstances - all to change yourself internally and your perceptions .

⋆˚ If we come to the guidance than you are being told to release. JUST RELEASE - energies , people or anything that your heart calls for just release. Next , dont let yourself be too pratical because you are in too be emotionally strong because I see majority of people lack emotional balance and strength which over all harms their practical side and puts on negativity to their actions leading to failure . Only listen to your heart and nothing else no matter what because heart is more intelligent than the mind. Accept whatever that happens in life - good or bad since all will happen to make your strong.

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ᯓ★ 𝐏𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝟐

𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝟐 ! 𝐋𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠:

⋆˚Okay , so the first thing that hit me was healing and next wish-fulfillment . This year is going to be one where you are going to heal yourself in any way or context possible not necessarily related to any traumatic event but rather most towards self-improvement on a wider sense . Now , if we go to wish-fulfillment than many of your wishes are going to be fulfilled in such a sense that it will grow you more confident , some may not be successful but you will surely some major life lessons from this . This year is really good to start any thing new you wanted - setting up goals . Apart it is going to be smooth majorly with peacefulness you deserve , whatever you will bow will reap so be careful little darlin ! birds and small plants are going to be very important , significant or beneficial for you so have them . If you were dealing from some past health issues than it seems that its gonna be healing too here as I said before healing on a wider sense but all through self-initiations .

⋆˙I see that you all will blessed with self-confidence , idk why but self and inner like words that I'm getting here is related to you this gives the feeling that rather than external achievements its going to be about inner or personal achievements . You people can have babies here too like this year is auspisicioius for you pregnancy - July , september and october will be prominent or you can go for these months to conceive . There is going to be a lot of positivity coming this year , there prosperity but at same time expansion of things coming up . Your manipur chakra is going to strengthen up a lot this year - think positive and act positive is going to be your motto or the guiding statement . Some people can expect good job opportunities - promotion , travel , salary increment or job change can be seen here. You people are going to make a big progressive jump this year making up for the past ones . you are being reassured that divine is with you .

⋆˚Travel is going to a prominent thing here because many things are going to follow up after this only , you are being recommended this year that change your location or just change from anywhere . It is possible that you people may meet someone from foreign or overseas job is possible for you all . 7 number is prominent here for you all and next could be 9 . This year will be followed by various opportunities but you need to be very open - receiving , analyzing and selecting it out for you . YOU are being told that along this year journey karma is going to be completed here - yours and others.

⋆˚For extra guidance you are being told to accept yourself more than seeking external validation from people for yourself , trust more when people don't do or when things seem to fall apart just don't leave you side - self-love and relax more , worry less .

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ᯓ★ 𝐏𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝟑.

𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝟑 ! 𝐋𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠:

⋆˙⟡ Okay ,at the first go the message is about clarity - since you will dealing many things. This year I can sense very well that you will be more influenced by the external factors than internal factors - New decisions to take upon yet you will indecisive and quite unsure of it . Do not let multiple thoughts hit you at the one time when you're dealing with anything because I can see that it will only make fall your self- esteem and confidence more . You will be kept a lot busy with the things I can see here . You are being advised to keep yourself grounded and peaceful so you can prevent major set backs from the things diverting the things positively. Your mind will be running fast this year - turbo speed with work . For right now do not make any hasty decisions . You will have to face situation which will indeed triggers your deepest or we those dark aspects which let you know how much work is more needed or is needed on accordingly.

⋆˙⟡ I can sense something very major here regarding you - major self transformation. I Can very well see that you're not among those who are not actually putting Efforts to prevent their bad habits taking control on them , I Can see that you are still struggling To get things to the right place.Accordingly this year will be very A roller coaster since it will shake you up and down getting the stubborn parts out permanently yet will be quite earth-shaking . This is all taking place before the next half of the year only. I'm repeating again in short- no hasty decisions, meditate often to peace and ground urself only this will help you for now and further , your life is well framed by divine but you are asked to transform and make yourself as wished for .

⋆ You will be a lot firm this year along that it's possible that you may have to face- betrayal or robbery in any sense possible other than that you will be leaving certain things which won't be serving you mentally that too by being emotionally withdrawn since you people are quite high on emotions which at times takes over your mental well being . Number 8 and 7 is prominent in the reading along air signs that I can see.

⋆˙ You will be learning how to forgive and heal forward in life, unlike pile no. 2 which focused on the broader aspect this piles is being gently called to heal their inner house - values, esteem , belief and concept which will smoothly and gently take you to the life which awaits for your elegant arrival into the undiscovered part . This whole year will be about you away from outside world mostly - such a gentle energy 🤍

⋆˙ I'm feeling so EMOTIONAL like what a beautiful ending I'm getting- a fully transformed person gently smiling entering to the world they deserved after so many mental battles to make themselves best but looking the past not with shame rather gratitude ; it's you who will be this person. Now If I go further if you are someone who wasn't connected with outer world or for time being as per reading so you will later on even infact you will get travel related opportunities but most important you will learn to navigate your life in your own pace and flow and that's when you will soon meet the love of your life ~

⋆˙⟡ But at same time I see that It will be not that you will be actually getting this all done by yourself.Rather , you will be taking help from the others too who will be genuine and kind to you , who really care about you and never leave you. I see a male here mostly for people and if not than ummm you may go through this journey along with someone who is facing the Same thing . You will meet the people - genuine and true friends who will be the rock and beat of your life so belive in good and let it come manifested to you soon !

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[alchemistc]

8x16 coda

"I should - maybe I should go," Tommy says, because Eddie has been a silent presence at Evan's side since he pulled up in his Uber and Tommy feels ... superfluous. They've been leaning against various kitchen counters for the better part of an hour now - Evan the only one to break the silence with choked laughter and a "Remember when -?" or "This was before you, Eddie - after you, Tommy, but -."

They've dwindled off into silence now, though. The ache in Tommy's chest is growing, has been since the moment Bobby Nash sealed that door shut behind him before Evan could do anything to stop him. He'd felt a little helpless, in that moment - had seen it with just enough time before Evan to reach for a comm that wasn't there, to try to warn Evan, or ask Bobby what the hell he was doing. Not that it would have mattered, either way.

That's the worst of it. That for Bobby, it had been inevitable. That while Tommy was flipping off the Chief Pilot and stealing another bird, while he and Evan took the military on a wild goose chase, while Athena suited up to save Chimney... Bobby was already dead. How long had he known? Evan's tried to explain it but not enough for Tommy to put it all together.

"No." Tommy's attention snaps to Evan. To the firm set of his jaw and the fire in his eyes. Tommy can feel Eddie's gaze darting between them, but he'd be hard pressed to actually see it, considering Evan's expression has him caught up like a tractor beam. "Crazy concept, here, Tommy, but - but how about you just stay, this time?"

Tommy flinches.

Evan deflates.

Eddie scrambles out of the kitchen, and Tommy can vaguely hear keys rattling in the next room, the door opening. Shutting.

"That's not what I meant."

Tommy bites his lip. Squares his shoulders, and actually physically shakes out his arms so he doesn't fold them over his chest, even though it feels like leaving a target over his heart. "Yes, it is what you meant."

Evan swallows. When he rolls his jaw his nose flares, eyes going watery.

"I want you to stay."

Yeah, that one hits it's mark. Fucking bullseye.

"Evan, I don't - you're going through a hell of a time, right now, and it would -." He clears his throat. Forces himself to hold Evan's gaze. "Grief and loss are a horrible reason to -."

"Oh that's bullshit, Tommy."

He has a particular tone to his voice when he's actually calling someone out in a non-flirty way. Tommy hates it. Feels like he's under a fucking microscope. For all he'd done to hide away the soft underbelly, Evan's had a hand on it for months, now.

Evan takes a single, measured step closer.

Tommy tries to imagine there's super glue on the bottom of his shoes.

"Bobby's dead, and we're just - we're just gonna sit on this until I'm done grieving? That's never gonna happen, Tommy! I will sit in this for the rest of my life. I will feel him like a missing organ. But Bobby - Bobby would want me to live, okay? So this is me, living. Asking you to - to tell me if you wanna try that with me."

He has lungs, he's pretty sure. A working diaphragm. The innate sense to suck in air and blow out CO².

"He liked you, you know?" Evan continues, like he hasn't just hit Tommy with the force of a tank gun. "I never said, because I was stupid, and - and afraid that what I was feeling was gonna be too much for you. He told me you were good people. That you were good for me." Evan swipes angrily at his waterline. "We never even - but he - he knew, okay? He knew that you made me feel - and he knew that we were -."

Tommy hasn't had the heart to tell him that he'd stood in that silent tent and watched Bobby say goodbye. Hasn't had the heart to admit that he couldn't tear his eyes away long enough to turn off that monitor while Bobby made his peace. He doesn't feel like he deserves to know any of it. Even if he'd broken half a dozen laws for them, he's not a part. Never really has been. Never let them pull him in.

"I can - I can do this without you, Tommy."

It sounds like it hurts to say. Hurts to hear it, so that tracks.

"I can hold it together, and I can try my damndest to keep the people Bobby loved above water. I can do that, Tommy, and I can do it alone." A single step closer. A bridge Tommy could step onto, as well, if he were inclined to. "I don't want to. I want - the people I care about with me. I want Maddie and Chim and Eddie and Hen at my back. And I want you right there next to me. Like you were when we met. Like you were that night, when I needed you and you didn't even question it. That's the life I want, Tommy. It's the life I promised Bobby I'd have. What do you want?"

And that's the $64,000 question, isn't it?

Tommy isn't actually sure he's ever had a panic attack, but whatever his body is doing right now is a little concerning. His tongue is dry and yet somehow heavy. His face is hot. His arms feel heavy, solid, an immovable weight against his sides. When he blows out a breath, it comes out in staccato rhythm.

"I want to be the reason you don't have to do this shit alone," he admits, and with that sentiment in mind he doesn't blink away the tears, doesn't shift away. Just holds Evan's gaze and tries to convince his brain it doesn't need to actively think about breathing. The effort it takes to unstick a single heel from the floor is astronomical, but he does that, too, and then the other one. "I do want to stay."

Evan blinks. When Tommy steps closer, his throat works through a painful looking swallow. "We have to talk about our shit," he says. "And you can't just go running off every time -."

"Evan," Tommy interrupts, and watches his eyes flare with annoyance. "That was a really good speech, and I really want to kiss you about it."

It forces a laugh out of him, choked and bleary-eyed. "I'm so snotty," he whines, as Tommy winds a hand around his wrist, tugs him closer. "Eddie might come back."

"That might actually be helpful, for me," Tommy reminds him, just to watch him scowl. "You think a little runny nose is gonna turn me off? You once jacked me off while reciting an article about snail mucus."

"You're the freak in that scenario, Tommy, you came so fast I didn't even get to finish."

"I want to hear a thousand more irrelevant facts while you've got your fingers in my ass, Evan."

"My speech was way less horny," Evan complains, before he leans in to capture Tommy's lip between his teeth.

[cosmic-dust-poltergeist]

Pt 4 of the Danny is Tim's 99th attempt at cloning Kon. A 3 year old Danny finally meets his not dead anymore template.

[Pt 3: here]

Danny is so nervous he feels like he's going to throw up. His Template, who was dead and now isn't, is coming over to meet him. He knows his dad wouldn't let the guy near if he thought he'd react poorly to Danny, and Danny is excited about maybe having an adult (barely, technically, since he's 18) to help him figure out his new alien heritage, but he's still scared shitless. He wants this to go well so badly.

"Danny," Tim sighs in fond exasperation, "Come here, sweetheart."

Danny floats himself into dad's lap, tucking himself to his chest.

"Kon has been just as nervous to meet you." Tim kisses the top of Danny's head, just before Danny turns a wide-eyed look towards him. "He's the sweetest himbo and has been gushing about meeting you, but he's terrified you won't like him."

"Rweally?"

"Yeah, one of his deepest desires and deepest traumas is his want of family. But he doesn't want to pressure you into accepting any sort of relationship with him." Tim explains before cracking a sardonic smile. "Which is a big mood. I'm pretty sure most of the younger heroes have imposter syndrome."

"Why?"

"For many reasons. Kon was, and sometimes still is, discriminated against and frankly abused for being a clone. I forced my way into the Wayne family and was repeatedly told I didn't belong. Jason never had a stable life. Damian was a rape baby and raised in the LoA til he was 10. Dick was kicked out by Bruce once he aged out of fostering age. Jason's "not" boyfriend, Roy, was shunned for developing a drug habit after gaining significant trauma." Tim lists off. "A lot of the younger heroes couldn't lean on the adults in their lives, and it leaves scars. We've all found our footing, and deserve everything good we have in our lives, but the feeling of unworthiness is hard to escape."

Danny hugs his dad around the neck. He knew some of this dad and co lore, but it makes him sad each time. No one in his new family family has had easy lives, but are still so nice.

Tim suddenly looks mischievous, "All that to say, Kon has been texting me all morning about what he should wear, do I actually think you'll like him, if he should bring a gift or would you think he's bribing you to like him-"

"Tim!" A guy whines as he enters. He's wearing a leather jacket over a band t-shirt and black jeans. He clothes don't hide how he's shredded and probably 6 inches, at least, taller than Tim. He's holding a puzzle box and looks flustered and embarrassed.

"It's true!" Tim grins at the newcomer, before adjusting his angle to give Danny a slightly better view. "Danny, this is Kon, your DNA donor. Kon, this is my- our son, Danny."

Danny shyly waves as a blushing Kon sputters and protests Tim's choice of introductions.

"What? I did all the work, you just provided the DNA. Maybe if there's a next time, I'll let you help." Tim teases, and is hilariously oblivious to the gutter Danny can see Kon's mind drop into.

Danny has found his dad to be absolutely oblivious to anytime someone is into him, outside of Ra's. Danny watched so many people try to shoot their shot, and Tim cluelessly rebuff them. Danny thought he was doing it on purpose at first, but soon realized, no, his dad just has low self-esteem and truly doesn't think anyone finds him desirable. It's as funny as it is sad.

"So mean." Kon pouts before holding up the puzzle box for Danny to see the design. It's a thousand piece nebula puzzle. "I ended up getting you this puzzle. Tim- Your dad told me you love space and are super smart, so I thought you'd enjoy this puzzle."

Danny blinks, looking between the barely adults, before deciding to be funny. He says in his gravest voice. "So you chose bribery."

Danny gets the glorious view of Kon's face dropping in shock. Tim is literally shaking as he tries not to laugh, knowing Danny is pulling the guy's leg. The Drakes let him flounder for a moment, trying to find a response to that, before Danny can't help giggling, which pushes Tim over the edge and start cackling, startling Kon into silence.

"You should have seen your face!" Tim wheezes.

Kon gets a dopey look on his face. "You're just messing with me."

Danny nods with a grin. He wiggles to be put down, which Tim complies with, still giggling. Danny trots up to his template.

"You're silly." Danny informs him before holding his arms up and demanding. "Up!"

Kon quickly sets the puzzle on an end table near him before picking Danny up. He looks a little nervous when Danny stares hard at his face. "Um?"

Danny takes in all the shared features between them, some harder to see with the 16 year age difference, but it's sort of soothing to see. He gets distracted when he notices Kon's piercings, gasping and taking a closer look.

"How!?" He excitedly, but gently grabs Kon's ear piercings. Danny had gotten similar ear piercings when he was a ghost, and he misses them, but figured he wasn't going to be able to get them done in this body. It being nearly indestructible and all.

"Oh, my piercings?" Danny nods, leaning forward to take a closer look. "I'm sure you noticed it's hard to hurt us, but there's a rock called kryptonite, and depending on the colour, different things can happen."

"I thought kryptonite just hurt?" Danny asks, pulling back to look at Kon's face.

"It can. Green kryptonite is the most common, and it will hurt you. It turns off your powers and slowly poisons you, and if not taken away quickly, can kill us. Gold kryptonite is the rarest type and will permanently remove kryptonian abilities and usually leaves permanent injuries. So please do your best to avoid those types." Kon explains, "Red kryptonite should probably also be avoided, it makes kryptonians angry and turns off your inhibitions, but it won't technically hurt you to be exposed to it. The last colour I know of is blue. Blue kryptonite doesn't harm you or mess with your mental abilities. It just turns off all of your kryptonian abilities for however long it touches your skin. I have a blue kryptonite necklace I wear whenever I want tattoos or piercings."

Danny turns pleading eyes to his dad. "Can I get ear piercings??"

Danny can't help, but notice an infatuated smile on Tim's face before the man huffs a laugh and walks over. He runs a hand through Danny's hair.

"If you still want them when you're 5, I'll let you." Tim hums, "I don't want it to be an impulsive decision, and people will be less weird about a five year old getting their ears pierced. You might still get weird looks since you're a boy, but that's their problem, not yours."

"Okay!" Danny cheers. He hasn't told his dad about his past life/afterlife, so he can understand the hesitance over letting 3 year old get a body mod, even if it's just a single set of ear piercings, on what seems like a whim. He's honestly surprised he only has to wait til he's 5. Tim can be a bit of a helicopter parent, but then again, Tim really wants Danny to be his own person, never once shaming him for not fitting into a mold.

His aunts and uncles and grandpa have all made comments when they think he can't hear about how different or similar he is to Kon. Or when he shows gender non-conforming interests. Tim gets mad at them anytime he realizes Danny heard them. He doesn't want Danny to feel bad about any of it. Siting that "no shit" there's going to be similarities and differences, that's how children work, clone or not, and how gender is a social construct. He usually starts picking apart all of his siblings' behaviors at that point, pointing out what they inherented from Bruce, what is trauma born, and what's uniquely their's so he assumes they're from their respective parents, as well as all the things they do that don't fall under what society thinks their gender should do. It's funny, but also very nice. Danny loves his dad.

The true question right now, though, is: will he love, or even just like, his template? Danny doesn't hate what he's heard and seen so far, but actual fondness or affection needs time.

"How about we head to the gym?" Tim says, "Kon can show you some of his powers."

"Can I fly higher?" Danny isn't allowed to fly more than 4 feet in the air. Which is annoying, but fair. Again, he's 3.

"Only if you stay in arm's reach of Kon when you do."

"Okay!!" Danny cheers, purposely flailing around. Kon's hold on him tightens slightly to make sure he doesn't fall, but it's not painful. Another point to the DNA donor. That's about five in his favour during this interaction alone.

"Already flying, little man?" Kon grins.

"Yeah!"

"He figured out how to fly before how to run." Tim chuckles, "Now he does both any chance he gets. It keeps things lively."

"I imagine." Kon's grin turns a little gooey, before letting himself float and zip to the gym. "Let's have so fun!"

Danny can't help his chuckles. Kon flies there faster than Danny's allowed currently. It's fun!

Danny also can't help but notice Tim isn't in a rush to catch up. Meaning Tim fully trusts Kon with Danny's life. That's a trust that took the rest of the family months to gain, even though Tim knew they wouldn't hurt him. Danny isn't sure what to make of that knowledge, but it definitely makes him more inclined to like his template.

And by dinner time, Danny does genuinely like the guy. He respects everything Tim and Danny have to say, shows Danny a bunch of fun tricks with their powers, and let's Danny lead their games. He's fun, nice, and most importantly, not creepy. He clearly likes his dad in a more than friends way, but is hesitant to act on it, clearly not wanting to fuck up with either Tim or Danny.

Unfortunately for Danny, he can see Tim likes Kon back, but his dad is an idiot and doesn't realize it. So now he has to figure out how to get his dad to realize he's into his template without it being weird.

But really, what was Danny expecting? Trying to clone your "best friend" a hundred times isn't exactly hetero behavior. He decides he's going to enlist Uncle Damian and Uncle Jason. It's for his dad's own good at this point.

He also debates on if he's going to try to parent trap them. He likes Kon, but he doesn't know him well enough to commit to the bit just yet. He'll decide later, once he knows more.

[kurithedweeb]

Dear Sir Garroth,

You may have noticed, if you ever read this, that I did not try to set this letter on fire. Perhaps I should have. I am, after all, still pissed at you and lacking anything better to do. Still bedridden. It hasn't been all that long since my last letter, in truth.

Dante's been visiting us a lot, whenever he can spare the time. He's trying to catch everyone up on what we missed the last fifteen years. He's the only one who's been here the entire time. He never stopped writing reports, so those have been helping some when I can make out the words. Fifteen years and his writing still looks like chicken scratch. At least one thing's still the same.

He has children now. His oldest daughter is six years old. I haven't met her yet. It's hard to imagine Dante as a father when less than a week ago he was sixteen. He turned sixteen in the middle of a war and now he has a six year old daughter. And guess who the mother is? Miss Nana. I remember his cute little crush on her, I remember the way she could make him smile when the rest of us could barely get him to respond at all. They're a good match, aren't they?

She came to see us with Dante. She brought a basket of pastries like she used to bring to the barracks. She made some old favorites to welcome us home. She thought you were with us. She asked where you were.

I couldn't tell her. I couldn't utter a single word. All I could do was sit there, clutching the edge of my cot, eyes on the floor. She figured it out before anyone could explain. She apologized to our lady, and then she sat beside me and put her hand on mine and said nothing. She didn't need to.

So much has happened. Half the village moved away. Dante and Miss Nana are married with a family. All the little ones are grown up. Our little Levin is Lord of Phoenix Drop and can't walk on his own. Cadenza is Lord of Meteli. My father is dead.

For all I know, so are you. I turned back just before I went into the portal. It was only long enough for a glimpse, but I saw him run a sword through you. In your back and out your chest. Did you see me as I turned back? Was I the last thing you saw? I hope I was, if it was between me and him.

I haven't told our lady yet. I haven't told anyone. They still hope that we might be able to go back for you, or that we might be able to find some way to bring you home. I know what I saw, but there's some part of me that thinks you could have survived. If anyone could do it, you could.

I lit a candle for you. You don't know what that means. It's something we do along the Trail for lost souls. We make candles that don't burn out and when someone goes travelling we light one; Dante kept the ones he found in my bunk years ago. The flame is a part of the person the candle is for. It's supposed to guide them home, only going out when someone dies. Your candle is beside me right now. It's been burning bright since I first lit it. I want that to mean you're still alive, but for the first time in my life I'm wondering whether the candle knows. I hope it does. I want you to come home. I want to be there for you the way you were for me. The way you always have been.

My sister lit a candle for me. For fifteen years it has been burning. She wrote a letter to me when it went out. She spent half the flint she had to relight it, and cried over the page when it finally caught. Some lines are illegible, ink warped by wet spots. I haven't seen Seafarer's in writing in so long that I can't believe there was ever a time I struggled to write in anything else.

We spent countless nights transcribing my reports into something you could actually read. The night before you took the amulet from me, it was just like all those nights. Oddly enough, that night out of all the rest feels so far away. Maybe it's because of what almost happened between us that night that never did, maybe that makes it all feel a bit like a dream. Were you thinking of that night when you saw me last?

I don't know if I will ever be able to stop being angry with you. I still watch your candle burn until I fall asleep. I still miss you terribly.

Sincerely yours,

Your second-in-command, Sir Laurance Zvahl of Phoenix Drop

[qualitynightmarelove]

♡ Warnings : age gap (college student x professor), explicit content (18+), heavy tension, possessive behavior, semi-public setting, morally grey dynamics, obsessive thoughts, slight degradation, power imbalance, praise kink, fem reader, dom professor.

Words : 1,851k

♡ A/N : this is my first fanfic on this platform so please bear with me and sorry for any typos.

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I shouldn't be thinking about him like this. Not here, not now not during a physics lecture. But the way he looks when he leans over the desk his thick black framed glasses perched at the tip of his nose, that quiet confidence in his velvety voice when he explains an equation, the way his sleeves are always rolled up just enough to show the veins in his forearms—it drives me insane.

And somehow, in the blur between boredom and longing, my mind slips into places it shouldn’t.

In my daydream, he’s no longer standing by the whiteboard. He’s on his knees. Devoted. Starving.

He starts slow—teasing, like he knows he has all the time in the world. His hands grip my thighs like I'm something sacred, and his mouth... his mouth is sin incarnate. Each stroke of his tongue sends heat spiraling through me, and I can practically feel his breath against my skin, feel his groan reverberating where it matters most.

My fingers tangle in his thick chestnut hair, tugging just enough to make him groan again—and he doesn't stop. Not even when my thighs tremble around him. Not when I gasp his name like it’s the only one I remember.

By the time I reach the edge and fall over it, I imagine him ruined.

My hand is buried in his hair, still clinging to the remnants of pleasure. His lips are slick, glistening with my essence, the taste of me dripping slowly down his chin. His breathing is heavy, uneven, and his eyes—God, those eyes—glazed over, pupils blown wide, like he's high on the taste of me.

And the worst part?

I blink back to reality, still sitting in that hard plastic chair as he scribbles equations on the board. Completely unaware. Innocent. And I’m left burning, hand clenched around my pen, trying to look normal while my imagination begs me to go back.

 

I’m still recovering from the daydream when it happens.

He turns. Looks right at me.

Not a passing glance. Not a quick scan of the room. His eyes lock with mine like he felt it—the shift in the air, the way my thoughts wrapped around him just moments ago. My breath catches. His expression doesn’t change, not fully, but there’s something different in his gaze now. Something knowing.

Did I stare too long? Did he see it on my face? The heat? The guilt?

The hunger?

“Everything alright?” he asks, voice low and smooth, just for me.

I nod too quickly. “Yeah. Just... thinking.”

His brow lifts, just slightly. “About?”

God. If only he knew.

Or maybe he does.

His steps are quiet as he moves down the aisle between desks, but somehow, each one echoes in my chest. He stops just beside mine, leaning in to glance at my page, but he’s too close. That cologne—something clean and warm—hits me first. Then the sound of his voice, a soft murmur right beside my ear.

“You’ve been zoning out a lot today.”

His words are innocent. But the way he says them? Loaded.

I swallow. “Didn’t sleep much.”

He hums, low and thoughtful, still far too close. “You look flushed,” he says, almost like an afterthought.

I don't dare meet his eyes.

Instead, I focus on the paper in front of me, pretending like my pulse isn’t going wild, like I’m not reliving every second of that daydream—my essence dripping from his lips, the way he looked up at me, addicted.

He pulls away slowly, giving me one last glance before walking back to the front. And this time, when he speaks, he doesn’t look at the class.

He looks at me.

“Let’s try something a little more... stimulating.”

And I know I’m done for.

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The bell rings, but I don’t move. I can’t.

My fingers twitch with the memory of his voice—low, teasing, almost like a challenge. I need to get out of here before I melt into the seat, but I can't tear my eyes away from him. Not when he’s standing there, flipping through the papers on his desk with that casual grace.

I’m the last one left.

He notices me immediately, his lips curving just slightly as he glances over his shoulder.

“Need help with something?” His tone is smooth, but there's an undercurrent I can't quite place. Like he knows.

I swallow hard, trying to steady myself. “Uh... yeah. A little confused on the last question.”

He stands, straightening his tie, and moves toward me. I feel the air shift with every step, his presence getting closer, overwhelming.

He stops just beside me, too close. I can feel the heat radiating off his body, the intensity of his gaze burning through me even though I’m looking at my notebook, pretending to focus on the problem I don’t even care about anymore.

His hand slides onto the desk next to mine, fingertips brushing against the paper. It’s casual. It’s innocent.

But it's not.

“Let’s take a look.” He leans over, the scent of him drowning out everything else. His breath brushes the side of my neck as he points to the problem, and for a moment, I can’t even hear the words he’s saying. I’m too lost in the feel of him, in the thudding of my heart, in the way he’s so close I could reach out and touch him, feel his skin, his warmth.

And then, like he’s testing me, his hand moves slightly closer. Just enough to make my breath catch.

“I think you missed a step,” he says softly, but his voice drops, something darker lurking beneath the surface. “It’s okay. I’ll show you.”

His fingers brush over mine, just a touch, but it sends a jolt straight through me. I can’t stop the shiver that runs down my spine.

He notices.

His eyes flicker to mine, the teasing smile playing on his lips, but this time, there’s no hiding what’s there. The desire. The tension.

“Maybe we should take a break,” he murmurs,his hand running through his slicked-back hair leaving it disheveled, leaning in even closer, his lips just inches from my ear. “I think you’ve worked hard enough today.”

I don’t trust myself to speak. My lips part, but no sound comes out. My body is on fire, and every instinct screams to pull him closer, to give in to the heat, to the chemistry sizzling between us.

But I can’t.

Not yet.

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I don’t even remember how I got here. One second I was asking about math... the next, I was gasping, spine arched, seated right on the edge of his desk—legs parted, skirt pushed up, breath hitched.

And he?

He was on his knees, right where I imagined him. Right where I needed him, his eyes no longer obscured by his glasses they were narrowed focused, but pooled with lust.

His hands gripped my thighs like they were made to fit in his palms, thumbs digging into soft skin as he pulled me closer to the edge. My legs instinctively wrapped around his shoulders, then locked behind his neck, my thighs clenching around him when his tongue finally met me—slow, deliberate, like he was savoring every taste, every reaction.

I was soaked. And he loved it.

The sound—his soft groan, half-muffled against me—sent heat flooding through me. His lips were wet, slick with my desire, and every movement of his tongue made me tremble harder. My head tilted back, one hand gripping the edge of the desk, the other tangled deep in his thick chestnut hair.

I tugged.

Hard.

And he moaned in response, like he wanted the roughness. Like he wanted me to ruin him.

“God—” I breathed out, barely a whisper, eyes fluttering shut as he lapped at me, devouring like a man starved. “You’re... you’re so good at this...”

His pace didn’t falter. If anything, it deepened. Grew more intense. More possessive.

My thighs trembled again, instinctively clenching tighter around his head as another wave hit me, my fingers fisting his hair as if I could pull him even closer. My hips rolled against his mouth—helpless, needy—chasing every flick of his tongue, every sinful glide.

When I came, it was like falling.

My whole body tensed, mouth falling open in a silent cry, and I felt it. All of it. The heat. The release. The satisfaction. And the mess—my essence dripping down onto his lips, his chin, his tongue.

But he didn’t stop.

He kept going, riding out every aftershock, licking me clean like I was something divine.

And when I finally opened my eyes, breathless and dazed, I saw him looking up at me—mouth wet, eyes narrowed as he looks at me with a dark desire almost possessive, lips parted like he wanted more.

Like he wasn’t done

[beatcroc]

Can you elaborate further on ena selfcest hatesex please

teehee.

honestly the plan was to just drop it once i got to it and provide 0 explanation but i should know by now im bad at being sneaky and keeping my mouth shut so this post is now about how we got here and what im trying to accomplish.

so first off i feel it is necessary context to say i have developed something of a conceptual fascination with ena nsfw. not an actual interest; i have no desire to actually see or search any out, but...the idea of it. like. i know there is A Metric Shitton of it out there, so what's going on with all that? what are the appeals? how are people taking this, by all measures rather mystifying sort of being, and making it something they can fuck? are people trying to downplay it, or are they having fun exploring the bizzare nature of ena both as a character and series in this context? these are not questions i especially care about the answers to, but they are fun to ponder and discuss as theoreticals. i have been doing a lot of this also in addition to the regular game analysis, so i suppose i was bound to get the wires crossed eventually.

that being said @ real analysis it's honestly kind of hard to explain if you have not played dream bbq, and really even if you haven't been in on ena since earlier on? but most of it is just that coming out of the webseries, the dynamic for how the salesperson/meanie sides on dbbq ena work feels very drastically different than how the happy/sad sides did on og ena. the split for og ena was pretty straightforward in that they were just two emotions she just tended to wildly oscillate between on the regular, but game ena..... she simultaneously is much more put together and yet feels far more in contention with herself and how she presents. despite being the more mellow side of her presentation, salesperson is an extremely dominant personality; whereas happy/sad feel very balanced in their oscillations, meanie ena feels like she only ever comes out to get some words in edgewise in decisive moments when it Means Something.

it's probably not a stretch to say ena sides are meant to be 'opposites' in some way [as opposed to just any pair of personalities]. happy/sad again are straightforward and manifest more just as conflicting reactions/perspectives, but despite her capriciousness, og ena still always feels Genuine in her displays. salesperson/meanie are unified both in goal and in the path to it, but the opposites aspect comes up in her approach. the best way i can define them is in terms of "how altruistic is she willing to pretend to be today?", to which the ends are "all bullshit" and "no bullshit". salesperson just feels disingenuous when put against anything meanie says, and ena is in fact most consistently called "dishonest" or "a cheater" when being insulted by other characters. all of this to say: when meanie is out it is very clearly her Actual Real Feelings on a situation, but again, it is so rare for meanie to be out under normal circumstances. there is literally only one character she does not approach as salesperson, and i Have to infer it's because he's the only one who is immediately aggressive towards her. og ena is certainly more unstable, but despite one of those primary emotions being labelled as "sad", game ena still feels far more unhappy.

there also appears to be some weirdness between them when it comes to addressing her past and how much she does or does not regret doing whatever the hell she did but i think im staring to get off-topic. you get the point im making by now. there is tangible friction between salsperson and meanie. is she deliberately suppressing meanie? is salesperson deliberately suppressing meanie? it is all very strange and alarming and it almost makes me want to question how the sides of an ena even work.

but anyway to bring it all around: no there is not actually any "real" "logical" "narrative" place for horny business with ena stuff, i'm just fucking around. but approaching it from the angle of "what would be the most character-intensive way to do nsfw here?", i think it would be simply be making her confront herself; exploring the dynamic and the tension between her sides and how she uses them. i went on a lot about unspoken contention between her sides, but there's also a bit of it that is, for spoilers' sake, let's just say Very Bluntly Spelled Out. ergo: hatesex. and then also of course whole fuckin point of the design and character of ena is its two guys who are one guy... or two halves of a whole, more accurately. the halves are also pretty substantial on their own, so this makes it very natural to just make them two separate guys while still technically being the same guy. ergo: selfcest.

also i get to make this stupid joke

so there u go

[bambisafe]

re4!leon / gender neutral!reader

cw : pure humor, kissing, established relationship, no violence but leon does give poor instructions.

word count : around 500

author's note : i'm a big fan of the em dash.

author's author's note : this work is mildly inspired by a fic by @/gtgbabie03 though i believe it's been deleted. still felt the need to disclose this information.

imagine leon teaching you self defense.

you two have just moved in together, into your first house, and you're both settling in, getting used to each other's routine and overall way of living.

naturally, since leon is away a lot— and sometimes for long periods of time —he worries for your safety and what better time to bring that up than right now?

“what’re y’gonna do if someone breaks in?” the unforeseen question is like a crackle of thunder between you, all traces of the previous conversation withering away.

your fork clinks against your plate, dinner momentarily forgotten. “what?”

the slightest of twitches above his right brow, forehead wrinkling with the movement. “you heard me.”

the question ultimately stumps you, lips parting in utter astonishment. how did small talk turn into this?

“i don't know— kick them?” now it's your turn to furrow a brow.

your boyfriend nods, expression unreadable, as he drags a folded napkin down over his lips. “not a bad start.”

and that's how you got here, standing in the middle of the living room underneath dim lamp light, with your hands curled into fists.

“no, honey, put your feet like this,” a foot of his own wedges between your legs, nudging yours farther apart. one slightly back, one slightly forward.

“there we go,” he praises, mirroring your stance. or the one he taught you, really. “now, hands in front of your face.”

you listen, fists crowding the front of your head.

“no, not like that,” he sighs, though he remains patient. “like this.”

you copy his demonstration; not perfectly but not horribly.

“good. now, when you punch put all your weight into it, alright?” he explains while applying a visual aid that is more comical than it is informative. “put your back into it.”

you can't hold back a chuckle from escaping no matter how hard you try not to.

“yeah, keep laughin’. see where that’ll get you against an intruder,” he sasses, completely stone-faced.

you snicker. “leon!”

this time, the corner of his lips tick upward. “alright, enough messin’ around,” he shrugs, shaking off the humor and replacing it with that same air of concentration from before.

“go, punch me.”

of course, you don't connect your fist with him full-force. it's light, just a tickle of fingers against a cheek.

“not bad,” leon affirms, unmoving. “again, but twist your hip.”

you take his advice and do exactly that, putting your back into it like your boyfriend graciously reminded you to.

a lopsided grin forms on the blond’s face, arms falling to his sides. “that was good,” one arm outstretches and you feel fingers grip onto your hip, effectively pulling you in snugly.

“now i can sleep easy knowing you can hold your own,” his smooth timbre washes over you, warm and familiar. “not that i doubted you before.”

your face blooms a smile, hand coming up to rest on his plush chest. “i have the best teacher,”

leon returns the sentiment with a quick kiss to the apple of your cheek. “i’m beat,” he sighs. “bed?”

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[pirategauguin]

Teha'amana was the native wife of Paul Gauguin during his first visit to Tahiti in 1891 to 1893. It was common at that time for French colonists to take native wives; the wives simply referred to as vahine, Tahitian for "woman". These vahines were often underage children, as was the case with Teha'amana, their marriage being arranged by their family for reasons of status or financial advantage. The marriages were generally not legally binding. All three of Gauguin's vahines, the two he took after Teha'amana eventually returned home while Teha'amana herself declined to continue their relationship when Gauguin returned to Tahiti in 1895. Teha'amana undoubtedly saw herself as conventionally married according to her local customs, but for Gauguin the marriage was clearly a temporary arrangement. Nevertheless, he did profess a tender love for Teha'amana in his journal Noa Noa. Pierre Loti's Le Mariage de Loti, a book that influenced Gauguin's decision to travel to Tahiti, was an immensely popular account of such a marriage twenty years earlier, although in that case the marriage was actually a fictional composite of many casual liaisons indulged by Loti during a two-month visit to Papeete. In Loti's account his wife was fourteen years old, while in Gauguin's account Teha'amana was just thirteen years old.

These things are true. I want to make it clear that I do not condone these actions. However, this blog is not meant to refer to the real Gauguin. There is a degree of separation between the Gauguin from history and the fictional portrayal of Gauguin in the musical Starry. I do try to make this clear, as I have pinned a post discussing this to the top of this blog.

The difference between a real person from history and a character based off of that person is an important distinction to make. A character is not a real person, they are used as tools in a story and this may involve exaggerating certain elements of their historical counterpart and eliminating others, or for the sake of the plot, it may make more sense to put a character in a position the real person was never in. Beyond the plot, another reason these things may be done is to better convey a message that the writer(s) want to share. Applying this to Gauguin, if I remember correctly, the historical Gauguin never directly stated how he felt about how he had left the Yellow House. The Gauguin in Starry, however, has a line in the last song of the show that makes his view on this very clear: "I want to live again so I can stay." The character of Gauguin regrets his actions because that was what was right for the story the writers wanted to tell.

I do think this is an important discussion to have; the bad things historical people have done is something that should be talked about and recognized to be Not Good, but if these things are not relevant to the story being told, they should not be brought up as a reason to dislike the character. Not that a character doing bad things means that you're wrong to like them, but I could make a whole other post about that.

[quietlyblooms]

alrighty, friends, i feel the need to be a little transparent because it's affecting things here. the short version of everything is: i'm not doing so hot in the mental health department. no one needs to be concerned -- i'm okay even if i'm having a hard time. but i just ask that everyone continues to be patient and understanding bc i promise that i'm excited to write and chat!! both new and old mutuals, i have so much admiration for you all!! the problem is that the discomfort and sensitivity i feel are making it increasingly difficult to be punctual and social.

so what does this mean? it means my activity may continue to be extra slow. i might procrastinate with messages or go completely silent. i might not log on some days just so i don't have to use my brain. but however my presence here fluctuates, i promise that in no way this is a reflection of my feelings towards you or our muses. i'm just going through it.

all that said, thank you for being here <3 thank you for filling my dash with things that make me smile, and thank you for being a space where i can relax. i care about all of you so much, and i encourage you to be kind to yourselves!! take breaks!! take your time!! your happiness and health matter first always.

[basedhighsenberg]

Okay, story time it is.

Outside of what happened with one of my close friends, two years ago I was going through a hard time over the summer and doing a lot of self reflection and genuinely feeling very lost.

After a particularly bad few weeks, I remember I was going through some of my things in storage when I found an older bible, a paraphrased "Living Bible" that I'd had for a while and completely forgot about.

Years before this (probably a decade), I used to work in a library system when I lived upstate New York. Of the many jobs I performed, one involved processing book donations at the main library branch in my county. There was a loading dock in the parking lot, where people would generally leave boxes of books, and we would all (staff) sometimes pick through them.

The library had policies about what kind of books it could take (newer, no stains or yellowed pages, no heavy damage, etc) and would send ones it couldn't take to a recycling plant. And I remember one day, picking this bible out of a box of books because it was yellowed and was destined for the mulcher.

Going back to a few years ago when I found it in my things, I decided then that it was as good a time as any to start reading it and see how I felt. When I opened the front cover, I found my mom's name written in it.

By some bizarre twist of fate, she had dropped some books off at the library to donate years before, and I had picked through them without ever knowing they were hers. I had never opened the bible up to that point and just had it in my things for years, mostly forgotten.

I can't quite put the experience into words other than it felt like I was flashbanged by God. And if that wasn't enough, as I was reading it I was also reading the highlights and notes my mom had written in it and realized that she had been going through something similar in her life at a similar time.

While I was reading it and connecting to it, I realized that there had been something inside of me that had been longing for Christ for a long time. I don't really have a good explanation as to why I denied Him for most of my life other than I thought it was a expectation of a what a rational person should do, and because of some misguided adolescent desire to be non-conforming and different.

After that happened, I started attending various church services online- although infrequently. It wasn't until the passing of my friend last year that I started attending more frequently, both for a desperate need for comfort & peace, and because I feel like I experienced things after her passing, that cannot be... explained away rationally. Things that shook me to my core, that I've discussed with very few people, it made me feel like I needed to "get right with God."

I don't know how my experiences truly relate to other Christians. All I know for sure is that Jesus has saved me from more things than I can count, both things I didn't want and things I thought I wanted. I don't think I would have gotten through last year at all especially if I hadn't turned to Him, my thoughts and my heart had gone to truly dark places and I was on the edge of some truly heinous actions involving the individual who took my friend's life.

That being said, I believe that everything in my life had to happen the way it did and couldn't have happened any other way because He deemed it so. Even recent events involving a certain Tumblr harpy, although not fun, have helped bring me closer to Him.

I try to read my Bible regularly (I have 2 more now in addition to my mom's), I go to church every Sunday, I pray every day and every night. I'm not baptized- yet. I have zero desire to be performative or to engage in any sort of theological debate, and I do not claim to be an expert about anything Christian.

Nevertheless, here I am, and here it is. I can feel Him reshaping me proundly for the better, I do not feel like I am worthy of any of it, and yet He still is there for me. And I am eternally grateful for that.

What led you to Christ?

Numerous things in the past few years, more than I care to go into detail about.

But, the strongest was probably the murder of one of my best friends last year.

[c6jpg]

i should have paid more attention to the first part of the little saurian world quest bc i am now fully invested

[cathymee]

maybe it's to maintain a sense of tension & turmoil that would eventually reach an explosive peak, a sense of tug-of-war, a back-and-forth to hammer home the ideals they want to deliver and for the viewers to chew on, but although these arguments regarding hiroshi & his stance as a man torn between his loyalty for his country & the loyalty for his Filipino friends and lover is of course important, how they write these scenes & the points they present from this week alone is getting too repetitive...? literally the argument scenes from last night & tonight between adelina & hiroshi is basically the same; the ideas were the same, the dynamics were the same: the aggressive, radical adelina, bristling rage and fear over the injustices she's seen thus far, and the cautious, inspiriting hiroshi, all hopefulness and reassurance one moment as a lover, defensiveness and sternness as a japanese soldier in another. this debate will be ever-present ofc, it is one of the series' biggest conflicts, but it is unfortunately so easy to tell when it is a.) being pulled up as a main topic to move the plot along / be a necessary conflict for character development/introspection / be the conflict to deliver the morals & messages the writers want to send to their viewers, or b.) when it is being pulled up only for the drama and filler to pass the time. like watching the characters sit down to argue for 10 minutes, do other things for the plot for 2 minutes, then sit down again to argue for the next 20 minutes. lol.

[imwritesometimes]

I'm still working on narrowing down my initial menu for getting my license since I can add additional items later so right now I have a list of like 15 items I want to offer 🤞

[unproduciblesmackdown]

maybe i already expressed specifically this amidst a thicket of tags but speaking of the Unexpected & Dynamic all throughout bsol's finale of a [hey all the characters are in the same place] beautiful stretch of vivacity, it's great that like. i mean one figures you're not gonna get [villain immediately kills hero] & you're right b/c that would be a surprise & slightly humorously so but too unrewarding in all other ways to be worth it as the end of a whole entire story & arcs here....but then the ways that banana has this like totally Self Imposed arc about wanting to be able to do whatever it takes to help the musician in return / in general, self imposed b/c the musician himself is like no you're good you're perfect my special little guy i will die without, & we're not exactly subject to any other characters' input like um btw banana you & your Failure to be as heroically bold & brave as to do whatever it takes, as the musician does, except when he feels he can't at some points including if he doesn't have banana with him on this journey, but not b/c he asks anything more of him but to be there with him on this journey....

that is to say, i say as i go "wait what was the specific thing i was gonna talk about in this specific post," that like it's a surprise banana might die of his own self imposed doing whatever it takes, but one of the Least surprising surprises perhaps, like ah yes the funny little guy devoted sidekick? what else would such a guy be For, even if the musician doesn't feel that way, see also: me taking 990 words to say it's fun how at the beginning we could think banana is misguided about the musician encouraging him with his heart words not his mouth words to dance, but then we would be proven wrong when the musician is like cough argh augh i Need banana & i will be encouraging him to dance with my heart And mouth words....but so that yeah even as it may be like Nooo & have stakes & suspense it could still be like ah well yeah that'd be what banana is for, alas, & That is the surprising & not "this was a total success for our heroes" downside to this finale. but it isn't, & banana getting miraculously saved himself as he nonmiraculously protects the musician b/c he wanted to do that himself too

just bringing all that back up to say i was thinking again about like "you wouldn't expect a private little moment following banana but you get one" and "and it's so earnest all throughout & with the more wrenching shift amidst the still perfectly [funny little guy] material & it Does make me cry" and then i was like :( and if he Had died i would have to cry about that too like nooo not banana for would-be dispensibility of the funny little devoted sidekick guy after it was like nooo banana :( (also held hostage in the evil marriage normativity larping but again also all the more "successfully" so b/c his guntoting spouse doesn't actually care about the mutual genuine affection you're also Supposed to have with this) & nooo banana :( (singing his beautiful sweet earnest prayer in this relatively brief song bookended with relative levity (relalelalevity) but still earnest b/c it's all earnest b/c where do you think we are) like yeah basically like i weep at that little moment with him Expressing the depth of his feeling about wanting to do this for the musician despite the musician being like huh wha of course i don't ask that it's nbd, if it paired with "& he does Resolve this by dying about it later" like noooooooooo. tambourine miracles (again thinking of a real tambourine with a disclaimer waiving liability for acts of god associated with? channeled through? that tambourine. sure)

wrapping up a post even less sure if i said anything novel or clearly enough what i wanted to say b/c i went on a journey like maybe it's about something else now, but i don't think so, i think it was just me like wah if banana died i'd be all the more like Oof Augh about his little solo packing its punch of perfect earnest real depth of feeling b/c Everyone's presumed to have that, and they do, and it shows, funny little nonprotagonists or no(s)

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