#idk if this counts as a foil

[a-very-sparkly-nerd]

Mmmmm Viren trapping the last protectors of the Dragon Prince in ice, then ten years later the last protector of the Dragon Prince (Ibis) puts his daughter who would do harm to the Dragon Prince in ice

[nightswatchdisbandmentera]

There are a lot of theories out there about the true identity of the last hero, but I think the one that makes the most thematic sense is that he was a member of the original Night’s Watch. See the last hero’s identity is shrouded in mystery but his deeds live on forever and he is attributed with having led to the defeat of the Others. The legends show that his actions are famous, but the man himself is forgotten.

This seems quite close to what being a member of the Night’s Watch entails. The Watch’s vows dictate that members, who are the sword in the darkness and the fire that burns against the cold thus directly marking them in opposition to winter and the Others, shall hold no lands, wear no crowns, and win no glory. They are known to the rest of the kingdoms as those who guard the realms of men, but their identities and individual triumphs are largely unimportant.

This is a shared parallel between the members of the Night’s Watch and the last hero. We don’t know anything about his name, house, or background. Even the title ‘the last hero’ is merely an identifier - note that it’s in lower case. So it would make sense that the last hero’s identity is to remain anonymous if that was the entire point of it all; he was a man of the Night’s Watch and thus, indirectly, swore a vow of anonymity. And better yet, we don’t even know who his twelve companions were. We know only that they rode out with him and died in the process. However we do know that in the north, there are two figures who are directly identified as having been responsible for the ending of the long night: the last hero (as per folk tales narrated by Old Nan) and the Night’s Watch (see the Night that Ended). It could be that the legend of the last hero and his twelve companions is a glimpse of the NW’s last stand.

I also think it’s interesting that we have various last hero parallels in the text who are members of the Night’s Watch. We first have Waymar Royce who seems very last hero-y in the AGOT prologue. Then we have Jon Snow who is implicitly identified by the narrative as a last hero figure. And it gets even more interesting when we consider that Jon has at many times stated that as a member of the night’s watch, he is to remain a shadow among all shadows. His greatest deeds are to go unnoticed and his name is not to be spoken in the halls of men. His deeds could live on, but his name won’t; even more interesting when we consider that Jon, due to his bastardy, technically doesn’t actually have a name to begin with. And what makes Jon’s connection to the last hero so poignant is that while the last hero’s name has been lost to history, Jon has a whole thing about being a lost and forgotten prince/king.

But there’s a rather unexpected last hero parallel in Sam Tarly, also a member of the Night’s Watch. Sam is not magically special, nor is he marked as someone with a particularly important bloodline or destiny. However, he is the first person in thousands of years to slay an Other. And he did that using a shard of dragonglass, which provides an interesting callback to the last hero’s dragonsteel blade. There’s also the parallel of both heroes being the last men standing after an Other attack. But interestingly enough, there’s a slight deviation in that though we still do not know who the last hero was, we do know of Sam the Slayer.

So it’s entirely possible that the last hero was one of the members of the original NW. And this makes for a rather interesting foil in another character who is explicitly stated as having a relationship with the Others - the Night’s King. It’s interesting if both figures have some background with the NW due to the dichotomy that arises. The last hero kept his vows and wore no crown and got no glory, but the Night’s King very directly broke his. The last hero protected the realms of men, while the Night’s King embarked of a path of destruction. And he was, quite famously, a member of the Night’s Watch (and is even identified as having been the 13th lord commander). But it’s interesting that while we don’t really know of the Night’s King’s true identity, we are actually given multiple clues by the narrative. We’re even told that he may have been a Brandon Stark - thereby having a name which the last hero doesn’t. But even then, just as it was with the last hero, the Night’s King has deeds which live on forever even though his name (very deliberately) has not.

[andro-dino]

thinking about plasma and white on this day

[fuumiku]

Chilcille huh... ngl I was a little suspicious. like why would you do that, huh... hope youre not mischaracterizing anyone in your weird and wacky ship. a little weird. but then you said they both had flat asses and you know what? I salute you and your perfect characterization

The fact you seem to think you managed to not make this ask insulting is baffling. What the hell. Fuck off.

If you actually care to be open minded about the ship, I talk about marchil on my sideblog 24/7. Funnily enough I’m currently 4k words deep into an analysis of their character arc together in canon, but that’ll take some more days to get done. Some notable posts:

Of course without counting the analyses of Chilchuck on his own I’ve made, like my masterpost on his family situation. Or better yet you could also read my fics for them, see how weird and wacky they are here.

Wanna talk about mischaracterisation? They’re literally a comedic duo who interacts 24/7. Marchil is crazy bc ppl are like "did those shipper read with their eyes CLOSED?? They have no chemistry!" Meanwhile canon is like: "She’s obsessed with knowing everything she can about him and she reads him like a book." In her eyes he’s like that extra rare and hard and shiny unlockable dating sim character, that brooding mysterious character trope that’s thrilling to crack open and typically is at the center of the plot. The wife roleplay???? "Hey, did you know his type is blondes. Hey did you know he likes his women pretty and blonde. Hey did you know he likes her hair. Hey did you know that he teases her 24/7 and it’s one of the few things that consistently gets him grinning because he finds her reactions cute." Like a schoolyard bully pulling on the pigtails of the girl he likes.

It’s not like they have any thematic narratives or relevance. It’s not like she’ll live to 1000 and has existential dread about it while he’s logically gonna be her next friend to die at 50 and wether it’s romantic or platonic it’ll terrify her to lose him. It’s not like it’s fear of death x fear of rejection so they’re both obsessed with the thought of loss looming, past and ongoing. It’s not like it’s half-elf x half-foot and there’s an inherent journey that was and still is to dispel prejudices and truly come to see each other. It’s not like he’s painfully real and raw and flawed but still a good man, that he’s not the figure of prince charming that she’s always dreamed of while still being virtuous and worth fighting for. Or you know, her hair being golden and it being the epitome of beauty to him, and his hair turning silver and it being Marcille’s worst nightmare.

Just a weird wacky ship who means nothing but shallow things to people who have weirdo reasons for liking it. Like can you not. If you’re not imaginative enough to think of reasons why this ship may have an appealing dynamic that’s not my issue. But yes, yes, they’re both flat asses to me, thanks.

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

breakfast in bed

a/n: idk what to tell you, this is just a cute (horny) and domestic morning with matt.

warnings: matt murdock x reader, smut, established relationship, morning sex, kissing, oral, fingering, protected sex, penetrative sex, dirty talk, overstimulation, idk matt being late to court

word count: 2345

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Bright morning light streamed in through the large windows and caused your eyes to immediately squint as they began to blink open.

“Morning,” you heard your boyfriend hum, his chest vibrating underneath your cheek. 

A lazy smile seeping over your features, you turned your head to squish your face further into his warm skin, “good morning,” wanting so desperately to stay here forever.  

The remanence of last night’s activities still lingered between your legs as you pressed your body further into his, surely painting his thigh with the sticky memory as your left leg curled up over his. Grinding unconsciously against him in a fit of morning bliss, you turned out to be more sensitive than you had thought following the fun that had put you to sleep the previous night, your sore centre barely needing any reminding before it was trembling in want. Without even realising it, your lips began a lazy trail up Matt’s torso, the feathery touch of your adoring kisses made his hands roam down over your duvet-covered body.

“Come here,” his palm found your cheek and ushered you the rest of the way up, drawing your lips to his in a tender kiss. Feeling his fingers dip down under the covers, they curved around the plump of your ass with a needy knead on the way.

You whimpered against his tongue as his fingertips swept through your soppy petals, your head falling back a bit as your heavy lids blinked up at him. With upturned brows, you parted your legs more, granting him better access. 

His strong arm, reaching down, flexing against your body and determinedly craning to reach the spots he so wished to touch, invoked a sloppy-sounding symphony that caused a soft chuckle to rumble within him in contentment.

“You hungry?” you asked shakily as a long finger methodically popped all the way in and out of your quivering hole.

His other hand buried in your hair, Matt stole another kiss before growling, “fucking starving,” clearly not talking about his desire for food. 

Slowly raising yourself up on your hands and knees above his resting form, his touch never faulting, you suggested, “I could make us breakfast if you want,” your hips rocking into his touch as your body screamed for more.

A warm smile blooming at your sweet offer, “with what food in my fridge?” he pointed out the sparseness of his kitchen.

“Well, you never know,” you braced yourself against his chest as you tried to crawl over him to get up, “maybe I could whip something delicious up out of the stale takeout you undoubtedly have in there.”

“Maybe,” he drew out and craned his neck to nibble at your side, “or maybe you could just let me have a bit of breakfast in bed,” his grasp seized your form before it could disappear and flipped you further around.

“Matthew!” you shrieked, hovering a second above his face before his burly arms curled up and over your hips and drew your dripping mess down for him to have a taste, close enough for him to practically suffocate on your goodness, “you-, fuck…” your eyes quickly rolled to the back of your skull as his tongue turned your whole body into jelly atop of him. 

Fingers clenching the covers that now only haphazardly covered him, like a stretching cat you reached down and palmed the excitement tenting the fluffy duvet, earning a broad smack to your bottom that made your back arch. 

With the trembling of your thighs, you grew impatient and hastily reached to the bedside table, yanking the slim drawer open. Frantically, you snatched up a little foil packet and brought it to your other hand to try and rip it open.

The smooth wrapper slipping between your fingers, you grumbled, “god dammit, fuck!” and desperately brought it up between your teeth as Matt’s laughter vibrated against your clit. Finally getting it open and nearly dropping the condom in the frantic process, you pushed back the rest of the covers and let your upper body slump further down to press against his. 

Teeth digging into your bottom lip, your fingers curled around your partner’s girth, your lips still too far to kiss the dewdrop at the tip away, you stuck out your tongue and just barely managed to swipe it against the raging vein snaking up from the fussy base. Quickly rolling the latex on, you slid a palm down your side till it curved over the hands still groping your behind. Lacing your fingers in his, he reluctantly let your puffy pearl go with a pop and helped rotate your form back around. 

Clutching his hand tight in yours, you sank down on his length. In unison, both of you let out a needy gasp as you made your slow way down to the base, eventually bottoming out and resting there a moment, legs trembling on either side of his hips as you both reeled in the sensation. 

Desperately, your hips began to roll against his, “fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned as one of his hands slid up your form and found the slope of your tit, catching the weight in his palm.

“Matt,” you moaned, your wild bedhead surrounding you like a curtain as you swore you felt a trickle of drool drip down from the corner of your parted lips, too blissed out to truly notice. Your hand flexing in his, you lifted it up to your lips and sloppily planted a kiss on the fingers encompassing yours, one of them extending a moment to stroke your cheek. 

“That’s it, baby,” his left hand abandoned the jiggle of your boob and drifted down to clutch your hip, “ride it out, just like that,” he didn’t aid your movements as much as just settled into a front row seat, “nice and slow,” fingers hungrily indenting in your soft flesh. 

As you sluggishly continued to bounce in his lap, a pout couldn’t help but appear on your lips as your still drowsy body just couldn’t keep up with your ambitious desires, leaving you a whining mess on top of him as your sleepy efforts just wasn’t enough.

“Matt.”

“What, sweetheart?” he chuckled at your light-hearted cry for help. 

“I can’t, I’m too-…” you blubbered through your soft moans, “can you please help me?”

“Aw, you want my help?” he purred in a mocking tone, only moving to settle further down against the pillows. 

“Please,” you frustratingly begged, trembling on top of him like a leaf, “I feel so useless still being half asleep.”

“Oh, I think you’re adorable like this,” his fingers ghosted over your skin, causing you to shiver. 

“Matt, please. I wanna cum so bad.”

Only enjoying your sloppy efforts a second longer, he then utilised his brawny skills and flipped you over, rolling on top of you as you sank down into the mattress. Haven slipped out of your drooling cunt in the process, the vigilante wasted no time burying himself once more, thrusting up into you with such efforts that you swore you saw the stars themselves even though the sun had long ago risen. 

“That better?” he asked cockily, nudging his nose against yours as his strong forearms came to rest on either side of your head, his pelvis ending each motion with a tickle at your clit. 

Shakily, your limbs wrapped around his form, “f-fuck,” as his hard thrusts just about put you to sleep again with how mind-numbingly perfect they felt. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t catch that,” he teased, bucking up into you in a way that made your body jolt, nearly pushing you far enough up for your head to collide with the wall. 

“Y-y-you’re-,” the whole bedroom went fuzzy as you finally felt the end near, “holy shit!”

Attempting a chuckle through his laboured grunts, “take that as a yes,” he captured your lips again, swallowing your lewd moans and mixing them with his own.

Letting one of your hands, clutching his neck for support, snake down between your bodies, you inadvertently bit down upon Matt’s swollen bottom lip as your fingers began a fierce dance over your clit. Thankfully, he didn’t seem to mind as it only extracted a more guttural groan from his throat. 

“Fuck, just like that, just like that,” you panted, sharing his breath as you felt yourself tumble over the edge, “don’t stop!” 

Body quivering beneath his, you held onto dear life as he too rode out his high, turning your moans into screams as he only increased his pace, making you buck beneath him from the overstimulation. 

Finally coming to a standstill deep within you, for a moment everything seemed perfect as you slowly crawled back from the depth with each synchronized breath.

“You know what?” you mumbled, your breath still heavy as Matt lazily planted a smattering of kisses along your jaw, “I retract my offer,” your fingers lightly traced the definitions along his spine, “I no longer have the energy to make you breakfast.”

A warm giggle bubbling out of him, “I think I’ll live,” Matt then consciously retracted from your warmth, still clenching around him and refusing to let go. With him still comfortably moulded on top of your form, you reached down and routinely tugged the spent condom off, tossing it in the nearby bin. 

“I blame you, just so you know,” you joked, “if it hadn’t been for you and your-, you know, then you could have indulged in a feast worthy of a king on a weekday!”

“Then what do you call the tasty breakfast I did enjoy?” he played off your joke, making you burst out a laugh. 

“Oh my god, you’re terrible,” you gushed, gazing up at him in adoration.

His expression suddenly morphing into something more sour, he muttered as realisation hit him, “weekday… wait, what time is it?”

“Um,” you located your phone in the tangled sheets, “it’s 8:14.”

“Oh shit!” he scurried out of bed and raced to the closet to yank out the very first suit his fingers grazed.

Slowly sitting up, you bit down on your smile as your eyes followed the chaotic swarm that was your boyfriend, whirling around the apartment, simultaneously scurrying to get his clothes on all the while darting from one end to the other, trying to locate every item necessary for him to be able to leave. 

“Glasses, glasses…” he mumbled, head whipping around as his fingers hastily flung his tie around his neck.

Calling his attention with a soft whistle, you pointed out for him, “on the coffee table,” and promptly giggled as he raced to put them on.

“Thanks!”

“Have a great day,” you called out from the bedroom, duvet hugged tightly to your chest. 

Shirt untucked, tie untied, and shoes only rashly tugged on, he sprinted out the door, only managing a rushed, “bye!” before you heard the door close behind him.

Not but two seconds after the front door slammed shut, you heard it jolt open once more. 

“Did you forget something?” you asked as you watched Matt determinedly march back into the apartment. Not offering you any context, your brows only furrowed further, “Matt?” 

His long strides carried him all the way back into the bedroom and without warning, bent down and scooped up your face in his palms, pressing a feverish kiss against your lips. 

Sucking in a surprised breath, your fingers sprung up and tangled themselves in the loose tie hanging from his neck. 

Painstakingly pulling back, Matt groaned, “you really shouldn’t be allowed to be in my bed in the morning.”

“Why?” you smiled, “is it really that bad?”

“No, it’s not,” his short nails scraped stripes along the base of your scalp, “that’s the problem,” and seized your lips once more. His tongue dancing against yours was only halted when a robotic repetition of his best friend’s name suddenly emanated from his phone. 

Letting out a pained grown, he fished it out of his pocket and accepted the call, putting it on speaker before sighing, “yeah?” 

“Dude, why are you not here yet?” Foggy snapped at the other end of the line, “I’m freaking out here! You’re supposed to do the opening statement!”

“I’m on my way,” he said, though didn’t move his feet even a millimetre closer towards the exit, “calm down.”

“No, you calm down!” Foggy protested as the man before you reluctantly raised one of your palms up to his lips, whispered you a hushed proclamation of love and then straightened back up, “wait,” his buddy’s tone suddenly softened, “did you just tell me that you love me? Because that won’t help your case, not today.”

“What? No!” he slowly made his way out of the bedroom. 

“Really?” the man on the other end challenged, “because it sure sounded like it. Wait-, are you-, are you still at home?” prompting a soft groan to emanate from Matt, “oh my god, you are! You’re over there getting your rocks off with your girlfriend while I have to carry our entire legal firm on my own back!”

“Okay, alright,” Matt huffed on his way out of the apartment, “I’ll be there in 15 minutes.”

“15? It takes at least half an hour to get here from your place!”

Figuring your presents no longer was a secret, you shouted sweetly after him, “good luck in court!” 

“Yeah,” you just barely heard Foggy scoff, “if he makes it in time.”

“I always make it, shut up,” he shot back before turning his attention to you one last time, “I’ll be home around 5.”

“Okay,” your body could help but crane to watch him disappear, “and, hey Matt?”

“Yeah?” he stopped right before reaching the door. 

“I love you too.”

Still on the line, Foggy’s groan rang throughout the apartment, “I swear to god, Murdock, if you crawl back into bed right now and leave me to deal with this case that you convinced me we should take on, then I will fucking leave you for a position at Landman and Zack!”

© 2023 thyme-in-a-bubble 

[iridescentttears]

idk about u guys but this feels like a riddle… sommonday, 8 days, guarded secret, december 1964, whistleblower, hyperbole.

okay so if summonday is the 8th day of the week, and the countdown began on release day july 23rd, and then 7 days later on july 30th the countdown ended and another countdown in negative time began. if “time is dead and meaning has no meaning” then everything could be malarkey and there’s not gonna be any way to predict what’s gonna happen. but also, maybe time got reset when it “died” and july 30th became day 1/ the first day of the week. we’re currently at day -5 and 19 hrs.

perhaps (based on nothing but the number 8 maybe-clue) on the -8th day of the countdown which falls on august 7th, they’re will be some form of a release/ another clue that hints closer to the answer.

that would make the time from release day to lost files release day 16 days (two weeks if we are counting summonday as the 8th day of the week)

all i’m saying is this feels very much like the brewings of a modern day cipher hunt like maybe it’ll be less about traveling to physical places like the original but instead some sort of wild goose chase treasure hunt online through hopping websites and soundtracks and books from 1925 and just like mixing the media formats. i think the mixed medias in tbob are so incredible and are really what set this book apart as its completely original entity and not just a sequel to journal 3. and with that shift feels very reflective of the era of time we live in now and in no way tries to recreate any previous era. ALSO all the metaphorical foils and parallels that alex hirsch has been begging us to see through the great gatsby are important. the literary connections between bill and gatsby’s characters AND the real life lesson of: we can’t repeat the past, we can’t get back things we lost, if we choose to live in the past it will lead to our demise but if we look to the future and accept what’s happened, we have a chance of building something amazing. (sooo no season 3 ppl like that’s not what any of this is about)

and and side note if the majority of the public believed the government release of the truth about “summonday” to be hyperbole, what about the minority that took it seriously? who are they? did they decide it together? are they in some sort of group/cult together?

the themes of cults, cult leaders, sociopaths, narcissists, and control come to my mind immediately regarding tbob, great gatsby, and now these weird cryptic messages from jason ritter…

sooooo long winded answer later,

i would love it if the countdown would end in 3 days @ -8 days and for it to lead to another link or to a code or to some sort of next step for us all to work together on tumblr and twitter and reddit and discord and all the platforms. thus ushering in the beginning of a new cipher hunt— but not like a cipher hunt 2. this is alex hirsch we’re talking about. i think the stakes will be different and i think it will be much less about physically finding things in the real world and more focused to online clues. and if it does end up being some sort of wild goose chase treasure hunt online i will be sooooo overjoyed.

cause i think that working together to solve mysteries as a collective is where this fandom shines. we make allies, we learn from each other, y’all are all so fucking funny and smart and passionate and genuine and i love hanging out in this community in the space between space and time.

i would love to go on that adventure with y’all cool internet sleuths!!

[alyimoss]

horrortale king papyrus "ending", aka what happens if horror joins nightmare

i was thinking of making this into a fic or smthn but idk when ill get to that so. nevermind that im just gonna make a post. lotta yapping ahead. (word count: 1972)

so, i see a lot of people, when including horror in nightmares pantheon, say that he was either a) abducted against his will, or b) coerced by food, both for himself and his world. and i dont have much against the first interpretation, but the second… something's bothered me about it for a while, and its the simple fact that canon horror isnt that selfless. if nightmare were to offer him a deal, he would first and foremost be thinking about his own interests (he has already proven to be this kind of person in the comics).

so i instead think that were nm to offer him a deal, horror would only agree to a specific multi-part deal. and the first part? undyne's death.

we already know the whole "eating humans" thing was moreso to spite undyne and foil whatever plans she has than to help the residents of snowdin, shown by the fact that sans himself doesnt eat humans and that he urges everyone to keep this a secret from undyne and the rest of the underground. if a mysterious, powerful entity suddenly appeared and asked horror for his servitude in exchange for something he wants, a "mutually beneficial deal", i guarantee you that first and foremost he would think of undyne. of the traitor who sacrificed him "for the greater good".

and he would get that. i dont know if he would prefer to kill her himself or let nightmare to the dirty work, but either way, its not a hard thing for someone as powerful as him to do. only after his final act of revenge is certified does he think about everything else. with undyne gone, the underground would be left without a ruler, and things would likely get even more chaotic than usual. plus, they would still be left without food and without power.

i think hed ask for their CORE to be repaired or something else to be done about the power and magic situation going on in the underground first, but. i see this as something out of nightmare's range. hes not exactly a mechanic, and he doesnt want to waste time and energy getting someone who is just for another underling. so horror compromises on just food. regular deliveries of enough to feed all the monsters left in the underground. and this is a bit tedious, but still doable, and nightmare would likely agree.

but theres still one more part to the deal, and that is an opportunity to set a plan in motion.

with undyne out of the picture, someone would need to take control. and sans has the perfect idea of who.

the monster who has kept snowdin fed for years; who reported to undyne and mediated when her temper flared up; who kept up the puzzles and security around snowdin; who tried to keep the others' spirits up even when times were darkest…

thats right. he wants papyrus in charge.

i often see ht papyrus being portrayed in fandom as kind of a dope. someone innocent despite his creepy appearance and still rather incompetent. and this frustrates me because hes anything but. hunger, death, murder… all have taken their toll on him, and hes certainly not fine or completely sane. but id say hes arguably the sanest out of all the monsters weve seen in the comic so far (other than flowey and mettaton, i suppose… though mettaton is uncertain since weve only seen him in the past). hes also shown handling a lot of responsibilities, like the previously-mentioned providing of food and mediating when undyne goes too far. this applies to his brother, too, who was also known for having a temper. horrortale papyrus is still pretty cheery, but hes less idealistic, more responsible…

anyway, all that to say that 1) horrortale papyrus is horribly underrated and idk why because i love him dearly, and 2) between the reasons above and the fact that he's his brother, i think sans would consider him a perfect next-in-line. plus, all this power and respect and recognition… werent these all things he yearned for?

so before he leaves with nightmare, he does a little manipulating of the playing field. i dont know what this would be, honestly. talking papyrus up to others? making sure other monsters are aware of his capability and his kindness and his resolve? i dont know. but he does it. and after hes gone and undynes death is discovered, papyrus is chosen as the next king.

and you know what? i dont think he would want that.

because hes already gotten a taste of his "respect and recognition" via being an important figure in snowdin, and its been nothing but hell the whole time. hes exhausted. hes not one to be lazy or give up, but even a guy like him has his limits, and frankly hes probably reached them a long time ago. but the people desperately need a leader… and he cant exactly deny them. reluctantly, he agrees.

maybe a week into his rule, a miracle happens. food appears.

no-one knows where its from, but no-one can really care. "dont look a gift horse in the mouth" or whatever. the royal guard has to tear ravenous monsters away from the food in an attempt to save some to be rationed out. some guards undoubtedly succumb to the temptation themselves. but a good amount is saved and rationed. and the people look to papyrus with a new kind of reverence.

because how is it possible? under undynes rule, everything went to shit, and despite the years of promises, nothing was ever fixed. but as soon as papyrus take control, they get food, a good, livable amount of food, for the first time in years. theres hushed whispers that there must be a higher power involved. some seem to view papyrus himself as that higher power. the support for him grows from acceptance to wild endorsement. parents able to save their children thanks to the food cry and promise him unyielding loyalty. monsters who had all but accepted their deaths and met with a miracle instead fall at his feet. some compliments are backhanded: "i thought you would just be a useless stand-in, but youve actually saved us!!"

and papyrus smiles tightly at them all as panic mounts inside him. what will happen once this food runs out? will more appear? what if it doesnt?

but it does. it appears consistently, on a schedule. the people rejoice every time. but papyrus still finds himself fearing every day. barely able to rest amidst his panic. being king is a lot of responsibility, and he finds himself constantly overworking, so, so tired… but hes still putting on a smile for the public and assuring them that everything is okay.

with a consistent source of food, hes able to focus on other problems, such as getting monsters treatment for the effects of this hell that theyve been living in for so long and restoring the core. he's constantly meeting with different monsters, doing paperwork, handling this matter and that…

hes not alone. toriel would help him, i think. she knows what being a ruler is like, after all, and he is her good friend. but i dont know if other monsters, who rejected her as their queen, would be thrilled to have her even as an advisor. if mettaton is still sane, perhaps he would help, too, in whatever ways that he can. but papyrus still feels this… absense.

because his brother isnt there.

he never told anyone where he was going or what was happening. the most papyrus knows is that hes sure this all has to do with him somehow. but nothing else. not how, not to what extent. not whether hes even alive.

and for this one reason i think he would be so much more tired, so much more miserable. hes lost his only family, his support. the brothers' relationship in horrortale is pretty clearly strained, but theyre still shown to be close because, well, theyre family. theyve always been close. always helped each other. they were always there when the other needed to get something off his chest or get help. they kept a lot of secrets even from each other, yes, but im willing to bet that number's a whole lot less than the number they keep from others. what im getting at is that sans and papyrus are extremely important parts of each others lives, and one losing the other is a huge and unbearable change.

…and yet, with growing pangs of horror (ha) and guilt, papyrus finds that he doesnt know if its really much different now.

hes lost his biggest support, the one person he could tell almost anything to. but really he lost him years ago. for a long time, hes kept more secrets, done more work, put up with so much not to agitate his brother… even through his love, i think there was a mounting resentment and aversion to him… and he finds that with sans gone, he really gets about the same amount done. maybe more, actually, now with food and with toriel's help. and its a horrifying realization to him because thats not how he wants to think of his brother!

he did his best. he did help them, even if it was through backhanded and frankly horrible methods. his personality was a result of the hunger and that wound. if he was here, hed likely be more like his old self now that food is finally available. his brother isnt a bad person. he cant be, because papyrus cant handle that thought. but that resentment is unresolved. he feels abandoned. he doesnt know what emotion to feel. he prefers to just not think about it after a certain while.

and its the same with undyne. he misses her, he misses his friend. but she's been gone for years, too. when he thinks of her, he cant help but feel fear and anger. and thats not what he wants, either. he doesnt think of her, either.

and so hes left to rule in misery. roaming the unnaturally empty underground with the entirety of monsterkind praising his empty step. he has help, he has friends, but he still tries to handle everything himself. hes so tired that he doesnt even lie down because he doesnt know if he'll be able to get up. hes so stressed. even though they now have food, he barely eats. his eyesockets seem to sink somehow deeper into his skull. for the leader of a people finally recovering from devastation, he looks like hes only getting worse, and really he is. every day drains him more and more, and though he pushes himself to persevere for the sake of the people, he doesnt know how long he can go on.

doing what he thought was best, sans doomed his brother. if he ever goes back to his au to visit or something, he would see that first-hand. i think he'd struggle to accept it. would just run away. try to convince himself that he did what was right even as the guilt burns at his ribs.

this deal turns out more beneficial for nightmare than horror. nightmare gets a servant and a new source of negativity through ht papyrus (and though it would also spread a lot of positivity, i think its so little when compared to the whole mutliverse that nm finds it an acceptable trade and that some "positive" feelings, like the kind of god-like reverence some monsters in horrortale have for papyrus, are actually quite negative and feed him still), and horror gets to better his underground by sacrificing the only monster he probably bothered to care about: papyrus.

anyway. horrortale king papyrus. thats it thats all im gonna say goodnight

[dandelionlinolinaline]

ok rant time, stick with me.

the reason i don’t like damian wayne is not that i don't enjoy him as a character, it is that he feels like the final nail in the coffin that is 'robin'. now what do i mean by this? dick grayson as robin is obviously fantastical. he is an interesting foil to bruce/batman, he i tragic and complex, but his backstory is very much not real. he feels like a fictional character, so it isn’t a stretch to suspend disbelief and 'buy' him being robin, so to say. the family dynamic he has with bruce is NOT like father and son (argue with the wall on this one), it's paternal, but regardless of age difference in different interpretations, it is very much an unconventional family dynamic.

now, i've never really had a major issue with jason todd as robin (maybe because he has been red hood for basically my entire lifetime), but he was the first step in a direction of a more traditional family; son, father, grandson (and older brother), which i strongly dislike. now say what you will about jason todd, but he was arguably the most 'real' of the robins (in terms of backstory). he has a much more plausible family background (not counting sheila working with the joker) and feels less like the fantasy of dick grayson and more like wish fulfilment of a poor kid (ultimately this is what i think led to his downfall at dc - they couldn’t sell the 'fantasy' of jason todd in the way they could the other robins).

tim drake is where i kinda take issue. he is the 'normal' robin, but is very clearly an 'upgrade' from jason todd. he fits into the socialite life, bruce is significantly older than him (enough to be his actual father), and dick also takes a much more active role as a 'big brother' than he did with jason. tim drake, as neither dick or jason did, seems like the successor to bruce wayne, as well as batman. he is a genius, brilliant detective, rich and well-versed in the upper echelons of society. he is a HUGE leap in the direction of this sort of 'born for the role' idea i really despise for robin.

(i will take the liberty of following dc's example and overlook stephanie brown's robin)

lastly damian. not only is he batman's biological son, he is a prodigy who has trained since birth to be the next batman and is the heir to the league of assassins (i also hate what his creation meant for talia as a character, but i'll let that rest). he is now amalgamation of this slow trajectory towards robin as an heir who is divinely 'destined' to become batman (evidenced by the fact that damian is the only robin to consistently have the surname wayne).

don’t get me wrong, i greatly enjoy damian wayne and think he has an interesting dynamic with a number of characters and has some really lovely character devlopmemt and arcs, but i hate hate hate how robin went from 'orphans make do' to 'the heir apparent to not only batman but bruce wayne' and i. idk, i just wish dc had kept more of the charm and choice that the relationship between bruce and dick.

[sinusoidaldysfunction]

Decided to do @/falling-skyzz template bc. I don't think I've gotten to talk much about my thoughts on the books and characters and stuff. Also love getting to actually use my designs (I don't draw them that much surprisingly)

Who's who and thoughts under the cut

Mother+Dragonet→ Orca and Coral, I'm a little bit crazy about their relationship. Probably moreso my brain's interpretation of them versus canon, granted we really don't see them in canon. I just think it's so interesting, I wonder how Orca was raised, how Orca turning on her mother affected Coral and how she treated Tsunami and Anemone. What did Coral do to Orca that she decided to enchant a statue to kill all her heirs? Idk. Orca is my obscure wof character that I've latched onto.

(Grand)father+Dragonet→Fathom and Albatross, look man. I can't think of any dads in wof that are good dads. Maybe that's on me but idk. So. Albatross and Fathom. I don't think Albatross himself hated Fathom, I think he hated how Lagoon made Fathom out to be his replacement. Idk I just remember really liking the chapter that talked about them working on the Summer Palace together. (Also I just love drawing Albatross)

Royal Family Member→Grandeur. I just think she's neat. She's a grumpy old lady that gives a little insight into how the Rainwing tribe used to be. Also I love my design for her, I came up with it like 3 years ago and I think it still holds up.

Siblings→Darkstalker and Whiteout. Originally I was gonna put Luna and Blue here but I didn't wanna repeat characters so. These two. Man. Whiteout is one of the few dragons that Darkstalker doesn't turn on even throughout his fall. But she also never does anything to get in his way? Even before hatching, baby Darkstalker decides to not help her hatch, wanting Foeslayer's love to himself. Ngl man maybe Arctic was right, that baby was kinda messed up. Either way Darkstalker is fascinating, but everyone and their brother has talked about him.

Friendship→Turtle and Peril. Again. They're just neat. Peril is so much, Turtle is so shy, they're good foils. Both are powerful in their own ways. Also I love the scene where Turtle just throws fish at Peril so she can eat. Like Peril goes from this terrifying monster to just. Having fish thrown at her. I love it. Don't really ship them tho.

Animus→Chameleon. Okay. It's actually Orca, then Albatross, then idk. Chameleon has all the powers of an animus with the scroll okay he counts. Also he has some of the most interesting enchantments with his shape shifting and Pyrite. Evil old man.

Gay Ship→Jambu and Pineapple. I'm not big into shipping, they're cute. I like them. Like their designs. Idk.

Straight Ship→Luna and Swordtail. Himbo and Girlboss (who gets trapped in the terrible ending of her book). They're perfect for each other.

Lesbian Ship→ Sundew and Willow. I found their relationship pretty relatable when I read the book. Less now, honestly it's kinda a sore spot but. Eh. Again, really like their designs.

[naranjapetrificada]

Izzy becomes a "real boy"

So obviously I haven't been able to shut up about the way Izzy has been written in season 2 and I stand by my disappointment and criticism, even knowing that the writers were given a herculean task of cramming 10 pounds of season into an 8 pound bag. Even knowing that, his "arc" such as it is has felt very off to a lot of people, present company included. I'm a cogitator at heart (thanks AuDHD!) and that can turn "make it make sense" into a prime directive sometimes. So here I am, trying once again.

I felt a particular way about Izzy after the end of season 1, which I would describe as "not especially strongly" because I primarily saw his character as a storytelling tool/useful foil more than anything else. But his presence and characterization in season 2 have been haunting me this time and not in a good way, because I've spent this season trying and failing to make it make sense. But something just occurred to me that I hope I can explain in a coherent way:

If season 1 Izzy was more a storytelling tool than anything else, maybe season 2 was an attempt to turn the puppet into a Real Boy. And if so, maybe things did not go as planned.

There are so, so many good posts going into the things that don't work about how Izzy has been handled this season, to the point that I'm not gonna try reinventing the wheel. Some of the reasons it hasn't worked for some of us include:

Much of his alleged growth apparently happening offscreen, most likely due to the reduced budget and episode count.

The lack of connective tissue between many of his scenes, some of which can be attributed to the previous point about corporate fuckery but other parts of which are hard to explain beyond "idk I guess the writers felt like it?"

The unfortunate connotations of sidelining nonwhite characters like Jim, who was the only character beyond the central pair to receive a detailed backstory, flashbacks, and a multi-episode character arc

The unchecked racialized comments he gets to drop about Edward (calling him a "wild dog" or seemingly mixing him up with Roach) that in season 1, would have resulted in violent retribution as a sign of the story's disapproval

The lines we get from Izzy that feel like they should have been said by other characters, and maybe that would have been based on the expectations of the show that we left season 1 with

The way it seems like Izzy's suffering is being used as a stand-in for actual moments of reflection or atonement, which is a pretty fucked up dynamic to set up as precursor to redemption

The way Izzy now gets to partake in the very behaviors he denigrated in Ed last season, which would be a cool and moving character beat if there was a single, solitary narrative acknowledgement in the harm caused by his treatment of Ed in s1e10. Ditto for him apparently just being cool with shit that once would have been his worst nightmare.

The fact that so many of these issues could have been addressed in a quick throwaway line or two that showed that the narrative understood what was wrong to reassure us all because by definition if a character is getting a redemption arc, it's because they did something wrong, right?

There's plenty more of course, but that's not why I made this post. I made this post because regardless of why the decision was made to handle Izzy this way this season, the attempt was made to flesh him out in ways that his role last season may not have been initially written for. Con's performance and certain production choices hinted at a depth to his character that may or may not have been on the page, but helped make for a pretty interesting season 1 antagonist.

For season 2 they decided to make Izzy a real boy, but the combination of a reduced budget, a lower episode count, and whatever creative darlings they couldn't seem to kill in order to give us more development of his transformation made sticking the landing impossible because we're lacking certain elements for basic comprehension.

Imagine you know almost nothing of the story of Pinocchio and someone starts up the Disney movie version of it for you but it's a weirdly edited version of it. There's no narration from Jiminy Cricket, mostly because there's no Jiminy Cricket at all. We see Geppetto crafting a wooden puppet, but not the part where he wishes for him to be a real boy, which makes it kinda weird to then see the part where the fairy brings him to life and says he can become a real boy but okay, let's go with it.

Now let's say the one thing you've always heard about the story is that Pinocchio's nose grows when he lies. So we get to the scene where he lies to the fairy but for whatever reason, his nose doesn't grow. No one comments on the inconsistency, and when you mention the nose thing all anyone wants to talk about is how great Pinocchio's nose looks.

Then Pinocchio goes to Pleasure Island and while the animation and acting seem great as usual, and the language of cinema appears to be setting up something dark on the horizon. Then Pinocchio's new friend Lampwick starts transforming into a donkey, this random well-dressed cricket shows up to admonish Pinocchio, and our puppet friend is randomly immune to the thing turning other kids into donkeys. No one comments on that either. Maybe Pinocchio even gloats about it a little, which seems like a weird storytelling decision that merits a follow up discussion later.

And I guess this is the part of this over-extended metaphor where you remember you have somewhere to be but you'll finish the film later, because as an audience we won't know how things shake out for season 2 Izzy until the finale. Presumably we'll still get the scene where he magically turns into a real boy, but there isn't exactly time for anything else like all that stuff with the whale. Maybe the real boy scene will happen, but for whatever reason the animator kept drawing him like the wooden puppet and every time you point it out no one will take you seriously.

Wouldn't that be a weird thing to experience?

[missredherring]

In the Flesh

The Penis Collector, Santos x Ted Garcia

Rating: M

Word Count: 630

Contents: M/M, anonymous sex. Use of a glory hole. m!oral. cum eating.

Summary: A glory hole in a dive bar at the edge of town truly is a liminal space, and this particular half hard cock straining through the side of a bathroom stall is all the proof he needs of that fact. 

A/N: Idk, first time writing m/m. This was fun, trying to incorporate the psychedelic vibes from the movie. Quickly written before I have to run off to work. Any mistakes are mine.

It’s not hard to fall to his knees for this one. 

Santos thought he was seeing things. The furtive whispers, descriptions delivered from the sides of mouths on heads half turned away, of late night parties fueled by drugs and desire, finally driving him to madness after too many late nights admiring the collection.

His favorite is here, right in front of his face, in the flesh. He’d recognize that bulbous head with the sweetest up turned corona anywhere.

It’s The Mayor. 

Pleasantly plump, it has a nice familiar thickness to curl his hand around. The dildo is forever stuck in an erect state, so the foreskin protecting the ruddy head peaking out is a delightful discovery.

He can smell it: musky with just a hint of sweat. It had been hot today, and he imagines there’s excitement in the mix. The lure of the forbidden, the risk of getting caught.

A glory hole in a dive bar at the edge of town truly is a liminal space, and this particular half hard cock straining through the side of a bathroom stall is all the proof he needs of that fact. 

He inches his knees apart to lower himself and get a better angle and studiously ignores the leather boots he knocks into and the way they shuffle in return. There’s a grunt from the other side when Santos finally takes the cock in hand. The other person doesn’t matter. There’s only him and this hot, heavy cock he’s been dreaming about in this stall. The faint throb of blood rushing through it is a reminder that this is flesh and blood instead of the cool silicone he's gotten to know so well.

He can’t hold back anymore and gives one, two, three long licks, the saliva that’s been pooling in his mouth spilling out at the first chance. 

The taste is indescribable, and he can only think about getting another sample, to parse out the notes on his tongue. It takes no time to get the cock hard and leaking, to add another flavor element to the feast before him. 

Santos takes it in his mouth completely, only stopping when his nose bumps against cold metal, and exhales, making the pubic hair poking through rustle with the force. 

This close, with the head deep at the back of his mouth, Santos remembers the sack that hangs as a beautiful accent for the shaft, safely cradled by foam and protected in the metal case in his room and his hand comes up of it’s own violation to cup them, because the fantasy can’t be complete without a good fondle. It’s a sin to neglect such shining jewels, but once again he’s foiled by the stall and his hand falls back to his lap. 

The disappointment is momentary as the cock starts to pull back, maybe annoyed with Santos’ distraction. He braces and sucks as the cock moves back and forth, aborted little thrusts that send vibrations between through the taunting barrier between them. 

He falls into a trace of give and take. Letting the cock set the pace and take his mouth, resting for a moment here and there to pulse and tap out a morse code of praise on his tongue.

It’s a spiral of heady desire that twists him up more and more until there’s a louder grunt and his mouth is filling with salty, faintly bitter cum, rounding out the flavor profile. He swallows and can’t help the sound of protest that he makes when the cock slips back through the hole, tucked away and once again out of his reach. The boots turn away and leave him kneeling on the bathroom floor. 

It was a dream come true, but all dreams come to an end.

[shinakazami1]

Shina's TSP Out of Bounds Adventures - EMPLOYEE DATABASE COUNT

THIS POST BROKE 9 TIMES I AM CLOSE TO BEING DONE but tbh it was so silly, feeling like I have a thin foil hat with 'theory master' written on it

I have explored a bit of the game out of bounds and I know its been done before but I still want to share some stuff so I want to focus on this particular screen I found in the normal ver of the Museum (I think it sometimes shows in other ones in Parable), focusing on the 'total employee in x' lines MORE UNDER THE CUT

TOTAL EMPLOYEE IN OFFICE: [2]

We know the first one is Stanley

The other one has no number and no status. It is possible the system being off just cannot tell the mysterious employee, their data might be corrupted or sth else idk, I'm rewriting this for 9th time My theories: a) Narrator: makes the most sense, might not have a number associated with himself but has power over Parable, seems to have internet access (mentions of Steam, reviews, Twitter), his status being left unknown might be due to his computer working but not being connected to the system b) Settings Person/TK/432: people yelled at me that it shouldn't be the case cus they got fired (look below) but: - 432 sorta evaporated likewise - as the Settings Person, being able to keep the game on rolling, they seem to have overall some control over the game - they used to be an employee but since they now aren't human, it is possible the system deleted their files but still sees them Other options: Curator, other Stanley, dead rat, Mariella

TOTAL EMPLOYEE IN DATABASE [604]

There are in total 599 numbered screens - since two are fired

Fired ones: 104 - view on 432's desk; 601 - view on 434's

There is also blackened ones, 097 and 098 but these might also just not work

There are also 4 whitened screens with no numbers (look above next to fired and here) - I do not know if I should coun them in anything since no "employee" is written on them. However, meetings room and stairs often show up as diff employees so I do think they deserve a mention

we also have 2 special employees - Pirate and Clippy.

Pirate is just a view on 427's desk (we have a few diff camera views throughout this whole thing but I have no energy to show every one now)

Clippy, 104 - fired, and 234 all show 432's desk. It might repeat more times but I think that's quite good to mention

We also have a 000 employee that doesn't have a special screen

We also have two errors: 028 (which is sideways) and 528

So to summarise and try to make sense out of that:

Computer screen says there are 604 employees

The room, however, has 601 (603 if you include Pirate and Clippy) employee screens 595 normal employees; 2 fired - 104, 601; 2 errors - 028, 528; 2 blackened - 097, 098

3 special ones - Pirate, Clippy and 000

4 white screens without numbers

My suggestions: a) 603 in total (601 with fired ones+ Pirate and Clippy) + 000 - prob the easiest b) Delete 2 fired ones (599 left), add 4 whitened out and Pirate - since 432 is already fired, we shouldn't count back Clippy c) 595 normal + 2 blackened + 3 specials + 4 whites d) 594 ( since 432 is already fired), count Pirate, Clippy, 2 blackened, 2 errors and 4 whites

I'm so done

[targaryenluvs]

So hello, I think I placed this request is someone else inbox and it’s so embarrassing. So I hope you're having a good day/night. I was wondering if you would consider the crows × teen! reader. Like the one you have done, because I love that. Maybe she has her first crush and everyone is reaching in their own way. I just really want to see kaz glaring and staring at the boy and is scared him so much. (Protective dad)

-🦢

this is shorter than most since i’m in a rush but enjoy!

Where'd All The Time Go?

kaz brekker x teen!reader, crows x teen!reader, oc x teen!reader

warnings: cursing, yelling, intimidation? (idk if that counts) kissing

You’d tried so hard to hide him.

Elias, or Eli as you called him was amazing. You’d meet him whilst shopping with Nina and you couldn’t keep your eyes off of him.

He was the son of a Pub Owner, but he wanted to be more. His ambition matched yours, so did his personality. The two of you got to talking and ended up conversing for hours. To the point where Jesper had to run around and try to find you which lead to you lecturing him on the fact that you were sixteen and able to handle yourself at night.

On the way home you begged Jesper not to mention it to anyone except Wylan. Wylan would never tell a soul and Wylan would make sure Jesper never let it slip. You had wanted to tell Nina but she would tell Matthias and you weren't sure if he fully understood the concept of a secret relationship and Nina had a particularly loud personality.

So you snuck around, Eli also worked as a Barkeep and would sometimes pick up on information left out in the open by inebriated customers which he'd relay to you.

You were able to sneak him books, his father wanted him focused on running the bar one day but you knew it wasn't what he wanted out of life.

You'd spend the time you usually set aside for leisure time to spend helping Eli study. It was too risky to bring him into the Slat or the Crow Club since you knew you'd run into someone you knew who'd question you for his presence.

Eli's mother knew about the two of you and loved you a lot, you were well-mannered and educated as well as gorgeous. What's not to like? And you loved her too. She always had something to give you, a trinket, a book etc. One of the things you adored?

Her cooking. Gosh it was like being transported to heaven. She herself was half Zemeni and it was always nice to have someone appreciate your culture.

Sometimes you showed up just to talk to her.

When his parents were out and two of you had the place to yourselves you loved to cook together. It helped you imagine a future life together, peaceful and sweet.

But when his dad was in you'd sneak him into your place.

And you'd always been so careful, until today.

You had a few drinks at a local tavern, perhaps a bit more than a few but who was counting?

Eli had gotten himself a secret job at the biggest Library around with the only problem being that it was so close to Pekka Rollins turf. You knew if he found out about Eli he would be used to lure you.

Instead of scaling the walls to your bedroom you thought that walking right inside would be more fitting. "I'm so hungry E." You whined as Eli laughed, "I'll bake you something. Make you some eat."

You giggled, "What in the Saints are you on about?" Eli pushed open the door as he frowned, "Don't mock me, that is a very rude thing to do my love." As you walked in you felt at home, quickly you lead him upstairs as fast as possible, along with a few trips on the stairs.

But your swift escape was foiled when you ran right into Kaz.

"Y/n." He spoke in an angry tone, although anger wasn't new in Kaz's case. "Kaz." You replied in a low, mocking tone. "See now that's mocking babe." You laughed, but Eli wasn't.

"What's wrong?" He laughed drily, "Nothing, just the fact that he's staring at me like he's gonna skin me and maybe shoot me in the head to finish it off." That brought out a smirk from Kaz, "Would you suggest another way to ward off unseemly boys from trying to get with a girl too high above them in every way.

"Aww how nice of you to say so Kazzle. Come along E." You smiled but as you walked Kaz grabbed your wrist before swiftly pulling back.

"You can go upstairs but he cannot. Leave. Now."

"That's not fair! He's my guest and my boyfriend he can do as he please."

"Boyfriend?"

"I mean a friend who just so happens to be a boy. Goodnight!"

"Y/n."

"Yes she's my girlfriend and there's nothing you can do about it. She's a grown woman and not a little kid with a crush, I know who she is. She's not stupid and you know that. Y/n wouldn't risk getting into a relationship if she didn't know the person and if they weren't a good guy. I love her with everything I have. She always pushes me to be my best and half the things I've been to scared of doing she held my hand and led me through it. She taught me so much and I'm forever grateful. She's absolutely gorgeous, intelligent, articulate, well-spoken and overall an incredible woman and I'm forever grateful she chose to be with me and I will always treat her with the upmost respect because she deserves nothing less."

"And E is a good guy. He's sweet, and genuine. He always knows when I'm in a bad mood and he always knows how to cheer me up. He cooks for me when I can't be bothered. He reminds me to clean up, he knows everything about me and I him. No I haven't met his father yet but that's because he's an ass. His mothers an amazing woman and incredibly sweet to me and treats me like I'm her own. And not only is Eli an amazing guy but he's super pretty!" You exhaled and inhaled quickly.

Eli stood with his jaw dropped and eyes bulging. "I- Y/n." You sat down on the stairs with him as he sat next to you with his hands clasped with yours.

Kaz was stunned, and he hadn't been speechless in forever, his fast thinking and wit was one of the main reasons he survived.

Inej and Nina were standing with Kaz, a bit behind him.

"I think I'm going to cry, I wish Matthias would say something like that to me."

Inej smiled, she'd always known you'd attract suitors, you were nothing short of stunning. But the Barrel had no shortage of annoying, immature boys and she was thanking all her Saints you had seemed to find the best.

Kaz looked back at her, Oh how he wished he could say that, express all of his millions of thoughts and praise. But it was too hard, so he looked back at you to see Eli smiling whilst resting your forehead on his.

And so he relented, "Leave the door open halfway and if you try anything I will drag you through the streets attached to a wagon and then let the Crows have a go. It's been a while since we delivered a proper beating."

"Yes sir." Eli nodded, you were surprised his head didn't fall off with how quickly he nodded.

Kaz sat back down at his desk and opened his locked drawer, grabbing one of the old notes you use to leave him, it had a drawing of a flower, your favourite, a Black Dahlia. And he couldn't help but sigh.

Where'd all the time go?

[thedarkmongoose]

SPOILERS: i have mixed feelings about the bear s3 but knowing that s3 & s4 were written/filmed at the same time makes sense. s4 will prob answer s3's q's. (A LOT was left open-ended) usually i love that, but it felt like the show lost itself in certain places, esp the self-indulgent finale. all stories are indulgent to some degree, but too much decadence rarely leaves room for substance.

and i get why they tried to do the chef's table thing, but other than andrea, syd, and luca, everyone else's acting was disjointed and trite. but i loved ep 1; it was an ethereal, artsy, meditative piece (peace) that was necessary after the chaotic s2 finale. however, as a big fan of the show, it was hard for me to finish the eps.

the standout in s3 FOR SURE was tina's ep - directed by ayo. glad we got her backstory. personally i liked her anxiety-inducing job hunt bc it's really like that irl, esp for older woc. the sobbing while eating a free sandwich was relatable, and the mikey convo was super impactful. but as much as i loved the ep, it still felt superficial compared to s2 'forks' (richie) or 'honeydew' (marcus). we never see her son again either; all we get is tina yelling at him to quiet down.

then there was marcus's mother's funeral which seemed like it was going to be more central to the plot than it was. i wish we got more. and claire is still one of the most underwritten characters EVER. nothing about her or the mis en scène really sells it that she's a doctor lol. and the scene with the faks trying to apologize on carmy's behalf was beyond cringe. i like matty matheson - i have his cookbook, but there was entirely too many faks in s3.

and let's be real: where was ebra & sweeps? ebra has such an interesting story that i'm HOPING we get to see in s4. sweeps too - he tried out for the chicago cubs! but on a positive note, i loved the chemistry between syd/luca. it was v sweet and organic. wonder if they'll be a thing in s4 since luca is carmy's foil. too bad marcus was barely in s3, tho the hug between him & luca at the party was cute. syd's meltdown mirroring carmy's in s2 was also a nice touch.

idk how to feel about sugar's labor scene. most praise it, but it didn't hit the same for me. donna's over-acting (the whole series) is really distracting and i can't take her seriously. ik she's supposed to be mentally unwell, but it borders on cartoonish. the hospital moment was heartwarming, but again, artificially. and pete was so underwritten too, just so they could have that mom moment. i liked the scene with him and syd tho. it felt authentically awkward.

i also understand what they were trying to do with the finale, but it was a flop for me. the scene with andrea/carmy staring out into the chicago night was introspective and beautiful, but the msg doesn't hit all the way bc we have a group of wealthy celeb chefs saying it's okay to stop while you're ahead and enjoy life while you can. every second counts. unfortunately for those who are not celeb chefs, it's not that easy to simply "enjoy life."

on one hand, i agree that food is life and restaurants have been community "third places" forever (essential to life itself; historically, like when revolutionaries would gather at pubs or cafes). however, do i think that fine dining and the "art" that comes with it is necessary? no. if there were more spots like the original beef/bear in the world tho, that would be a good thing.

[happypotato48]

Only Boo! EP 8 Unhinged Tangant Thoughts

The Boyfies era begin, will these gaybies be insufferable? probably but that what i'm here for.

Ok this running gag of them rubbing each other foreheads for the brain power is very Qute. as a person who forget how to function as an adult sometime i'm too, wish to have someone to do this with.

No! give that baby all the kissies.

This boy is so me. my family loves taking photos but i aways hated it so i usually made faces like this to their chagrin.

Moo you aren't fooling anyone. there is literally no dirty thoughts in that tiny head of your.

How did you fucked up mostly pre cooked food boy!

Nooo don't make me cry this early show!

Kang, you don't need to call her out like that! also remember kids Sis before dicks. always appreciate all the sisters that will aways be there for you.

Ok Potea really need to get smacks before the show end. i don't care by whose i just need it.

This boy is in too deep RIP.

Oh hell no! jang come save this boy come save him from his first love stupidity!

Moo is so dumb and i respect these girls hustles. i would too sweet talk my way for free food. using our words for free/cheap stuff is in our DNA and i wouldn't have it any other way.

Oh no screaming high school Y girls this brought back so many memories.

*crying in single again* this happened to me a lot watching BLs i really need to do something about that.

This song is indeed "written by a teenager" i lost count how many time the word Rak been repeated.

Ahhhh! them cheeks.

Here Moo used the word แยกแยะ *separate so they're probably not talking only about being gay.

Good for them. talking about this early is really important.

i really loved this line. also the words that got translated to discomfort are probably closer to misery. i think misery is definitely more fitting and more poignant.

Confession through graduating shirt writing, never change Thai teen media.

Fuck, i don't remember what my graduation gift was. but it was definitely wasn't a kiss from a cute guy. wahhhhhhhhhhh!

Moo and Kang Boyfies era are indeed too cute for this world. idk how to feel about the angst being very minimal in this ep but seems like they're setting up a lot of hurts in the final 4 EPs. and oh boy, Potea and Payos still contiuned to slightly annoyed me. i don't think this side couple is working for me. if Jang is Payos endgame and not just a foil to make Potea jealous then i would be thoroughly impressed. but that likely not going to happens with gmmtv being gmmtv and all.

[wannabemasterofwindintraining]

please tell us more about the parallels, Blue 🙏 /nf

Like logan n lunia parallels? Sure

Well first there's the ahaha they're both blue in the dream world that my cracktheory is based on but also when u start looking at the nightmare creatures you actually get more parallels

Both of them are entangled w the nightmare king n the other nightmare creatures in a way the other characters aren't (night hunter is an outlier n should not be counted)

For lunia spoilers but she basically created the nightmare king n by extension all the nightmare creatures we don't know what she thinks about the creatures but the nightmare king was her best friend

And for logan well who does the nightmare king decide to manipulate to get what he wants? Him he's the person that starts befriending the creatures (well mostly sneak) instead of beefing on sight

He's the one they use to spy on the others n he basically turns into a monster which it's not really clear what he turns into but based on the others reactions when they first see his transformation I'd say he probably resembles a nightmare creatures to some extent

Also the music

There's apparently a musical notes hologram in lunias hourglass and also the hourglass itself is music activated like there's clearly some musical themes going on w her

N what's one of logans intrests? Music (i mean zoey two but this is MY post pointing out parallels so i can pick n choose whatever i want) his music intrest is more apparent in s2 with his victory song n that music video of his going viral but he also wanted to be the dj for that Halloween event in s1 n his music basically saved everyone in that siren episode i don't remember episode names

I'll admit the music parallels aren't as strong as the monster stuff but I'm just listing out the parallels n i think the music stuff is neat

Also once you look at it with the assumption that they have a connection you start to notice another parallel or more like a foil? Idk words

Lunia is the greatest at everything ever she is so cool n creative n smart but logan on the other hand? He's just a loser

Yea physically he's more athletic than the others but everything lunia excels at logan just can't do

Lunia is The Most Powerful DreamChaser™️ according to literally everyone girlie imagined a person so real he turned against her n started a war n then created a whole realm on her own she's apparently also very creative n smart based on the challenges n riddles in her castle

Logan on the other hand? Idk how true that is but the other characters imply he's not creative enough to customise his dream avatar he's clearly not the smartest n he can not dream craft he doesn't even have an hourglass (sidenote in the original theory post i did mention that he was the only one to use lunias hourglass n actually i was wrong mateo also uses it so I'd like to apologise for spreading misinformation I'm just a little guy I'm just a little baby)

Also both their names start with L wake up ppl this is a clear sign they're connected THE EVIDENCE WAS ALL THERE ALL ALONG IT WAS IN THEIR NAMES ALL ALO

Anyways idk be gay dreamcraft or whatever