#im down... (down bad /j)

[djevelbl]

Oh clownzy, how I long to be able to depict your insanity accurately,,,,,,,,,,,,,

[popdrop]

CREAKS VIOLENTLY FROM SIDE TO SIDE.

[moonverc3x]

Js reference is finally done!!! yay!!! Ive got to try and simultaneously work on my art fight attacks AND get updated references out because Ive been procrastinating working on my guys for so long X'D

[lok1needsahug]

calling out my tolkien girlies

[cherryzlem]

(Reblogs >>> likes 🫶)

Beautiful space wife, I love him very much

[rewrite-canon]

white authors who love to write about oppression they have never experienced themselves are dropping like FLEAS rn

[quarks-pussy]

So I know we here at Startrekfandom love that "came back wrong but from the pov of the wrong" thing and apply it to many different characters and canon situations and I am far from trying to complain about it (I'm "came out wrong" trope myself so I was always gonna obsess over it) but having recently watched a very important episode (you'll know which one) for the first time I think there's a character who hits both tropes mentioned but llike, intertwined, opposite and subverted, and whom I wanna talk about.

Julian Bashir.

From his parents' pov he's "came out wrong but we got him help and he came back better" while from his own pov it's "came out 'insufficient', was destroyed for it, came back wrong and only later slowly came to terms with his new self tho never the process (justifiably so)" and it's heartbreaking because in a way, he's right! Jules Bashir died! His parents had an intellectually disabled child and decided to eugenics him! Julian is not the person he used to be and while I do love the person he is now, that doesn't bring back who he was! Part of me wishes we could've gotten to see Jules at least once and part of me hopes we never do because my heart would shatter.

This isn't a good comparison but nonetheless one I can't help drawing: it's giving similar vibes to anti-vaxxers. "I'd rather risk having a child who is dead than one who's autistic". Obviously this doesn't map over since Julian is still autistic and the procedure his parents subjected him to specifically targeted his intellectual disability and if any folks with id wanna comment on this I definitely recommend you listen to them over me, but it's a similarity I, as an autistic who has encountered anti-vaxxers again and again, can't help but point out. "Give me a normal child or give them death."

This may have been written about already but there needs to be stories about teenage Julian (after finding out and rediscovering who he was) practicing some good ol' recognition of the self through media. I need to hear about how he would encounter a story about someone who came back wrong (I'm gonna assume there's plenty of "wrong" pov stories floating around by the 24th century) and absolutely weep. I need to see Julian mourning Jules, taking years and years to process his feelings, experiencing guilt about how he, the imposter, didn't deserve to live Jules' life.

Came back wrong from the returned's pov but it wasn't an accident. It was done to you deliberately by the people who claim to love you. And now you are here, piloting the corpse of your predecessor.

Jules Bashir is dead. Long live Julian Bashir.

[comet-wire]

Last night I cried, and I mean UGLY cried at a foul hour because I love Albert Wesker and I hate it. (/Lh)

Like first off, the man's name is Albert??? Need I say more? But then, his name is kinda gothic when you say his full name. I don't know if that's just me. But just simply referring to him as Albert is goofy as fuck considering he's supposed to be a villain in RE. Not only that, he's got paper thin lips. How's he gonna get a kiss kiss??☝️🤨/ref

But it wasn't only that, mind you, it's also because this absolute FUCK, this evil David Bowie and Johnny bravo looking mother fucker, has consumed my life and every waking thought that sometimes it genuinely hurts and that's what I hate about being autistic. It's just how much I want to consume of something once it becomes a special interest and/or hyperfixation. On top of that, Wesker is a special case for me because I found out I technically trauma bonded to him as a comfort character. For the past year and a half now, I got back into RE because of the RE4R and began hyperfixating on said game then it spiraled into hyperfixating about the Wesker's storyline, with project W and so on. I already have a tendency to go back to RE periodically every like two or so years but this has low-key been probably the longest I've consistently fixated on RE without a single break in-between. My dad and I bonded over resident evil, he's one of the people who got me into RE, albeit he watched the movies and I got into the game's. Which means RE means a whole lot to me and since he passed my fixation on it only heightened as a source of comfort. I also found out when you have a comfort character during a horrible period in your life, you very well can trauma bond with said character. So that means out of all characters, I have trauma bonded to Albert Wesker and I am two seconds away from tweaking. 🤩

On top of that, every time @rainbowroadonsteroids sends me something remotely Wesker related I start punching my wall and they bully me for it smh./Lh+nm

Shout out to my favorite human nightlight, Albert Wesker. ☝️🗿

[sevenminiaturemonkeys]

i couldn’t stop imagining jornir braiding somebody’s hair and i wanted to draw daisy so HERE YOU GO

(click for better quality bc yeah)

[mouthsofsirion]

Bloody doctor Zyean saved my life (100% real)

[quasieli]

Love when the chronic illness chronically ills me

[lupins-hehim-pussy]

Just speed consumed all of addison lee very much enjoyed I am waiting with my popcorn for next chapter! I did have a wonder while reading, what is Wriothesley's scope of vision? Is it like this needs to be 3 inches in front of his face? Can he see faces clearly if he's close enough? Loving the fic, keep writing!

The short answer is:

No matter how close he gets, it's still gonna be unclear. It's not quite like myopia/short-sightedness where the blurriness can change with glasses/distance. His vision is more like looking through foggy glass. If something is pressed right up to the glass, you can see it more clearly, but it will still be foggy. Additionally, the guy has always been red/green colour-blind, so that doesn't change even after his war injuries, but because his vision is worse in general, he can barely tell colours apart lol. Unless it's bright blue.

LONG ANSWER UNDER THE CUT.

HAHAHHAHAHAHAHHA HEHEHHHEHEHHE WHUAGHAHA sorry. I like to infodump about my fics.

Not kidding when say this: I have a document that have notes on every single year in the 10 years between the Celestia war and current INGITAL events.

Unfortunately this was all planned before Sigewinne release, so I didn't have her canon birthday (AND I DON'T CARE ABOUT CANON ANY MORE I'm burying my head in the sand.) but it accounts for every year that Sigewinne grew up and some other random lore bits. "What does this have to do with my question?" you ask. Well, I have the 10-years progression notes specifically to keep their life events in order and Wriothesley's and Neuvillette's healing progress consistent KJNDSKJNSANSKJHASDJNJSNDKJNASJNDSAJNKSAKJ.

SO. Detailed answer is this:

At this point in INGITAL, if you stand 1-2 meters away from him and wave, he's gonna notice if he's looking at you, paying attention, and you're both indoors, or he's wearing sunnies. He's not gonna be able to recognise anything, though, he can just tell something is moving. He can sort of read regular text on a computer screen at about 2-3 inches (on a good day) using his better eye (left, so he always sorta lean that way when he's trying to look at something), but it's a struggle and he'd rather not do it. His right is worse.

There's also his field of vision. So like, his peripherals are pretty much gone, and he has some dark patches/blind spots. He's also light-sensitive, so everything's kinda painfully bright sometimes, but his vision is also bad in the dark, so he needs a happy medium, but that can shift from day to day.

Very rough idea of what Neuvillette might look like to him on a sunny day. Veeery rough idea. I'm not blind I just researched a lot.

And then, regardless of what he can actually physically see, if his eyes hurt or feel too sensitive to keep open, it's all moot anyway. And once again, usually that depends on the day.

When Sigewinne was born, he had functionally decent vision in one eye (had a corneal transplant on his right). Legally can't get his driving licence, but y'know, he still felt confident enough to drive (Neuvillette did not let him, though.) The transplanted eye deteriorates over Sigewinne's first few months, and so did his better eye. He got another surgery for his left eye (the better one) when Sigewinne was about one, and that lasted for a bit, but by the time she's two, he's pretty much considered legally blind. By the time she's four, he does most things on his own and his other issues are managed as well, which is why they decided to have a second kid, and they had Carole when Sigewinne was 5. But Neuvillette struggled a bit with that second pregnancy. I mean, his first wasn't exactly rose and rainbows, but he his mental health nose-dived with the second one for a while. It's because he's been so focused on keeping it together while Wriothesley recovers that he hasn't fully dealt with his own trauma until his second pregnancy. Because yeah, thinking your husband died while you're carrying your first baby was traumatic. They've both got PTSD. By the time Sedene comes about though, they're all good. Sedene's pregnancy was a breeze, there was just Covid lockdowns HAHAHAHA. And then, if I go through with another pregnancy at the end of INGITAL, well... That's for me to know and for you to ponder.

[By the way, Clorinde mentioned going over to their house for Wrio's birthday 8 years ago in Chapter 9, which is when Sigewinne was 3 and he was 28. His previous birthday (his 27th) was a disaster. Had a big fight with his husband. So that's another morsel of lore from the 10-years-of-plot document.]

There's a scene planned somewhere in all this, where Neuvillette shows him some of their photos on one of the days when his vision is better. Photos of eeeeveryone their kids and their friends and all. He printed them out and edited them to raise the contrast so Wriothesley can see it more easily. Wriothesley voice: Ajax is fucking ginger? [This is lore relevant. No spoilers though.]

[televiarc]

Have You Ever Seen The Chief?

(There's a context down there, please read it)

My name is Kent Arrow, I'm 29 years old, I've been working at a store called Indian Motorcycle since 2022, and in the 2 years that I've been working here, I have never seen the chief.

I'm most certainly not stuck in life right now, I may be working at a clothing store with an, at least misleading name, but I'm happy with what my life has turned out to be, even if my manager, a cocky and annoying girl called Kimberly Deal that’s 10 years younger than me makes me question if working at my favorite clothing store was actually a good idea. As I said, i’ve been working here for two years now, since october 2022, and I have never seen the chief, the most I know is that their last name is Sullivan, and that, apparently, is Kimbery’s role model, since she never shuts up about “Wanting to be like Sullivan”. This guy has been a mystery wrapped around enigmas since the beginning, but i'm done with that, tonight, i'm gonna ask Deal where is the chief, or if she has ever seen him to begin with.

— Deal, I need to talk to you.

— Am, It’s Miss Deal for you, cutesy.

Trying to keep a conversation with this woman is a torture.

— What did I tell you about calling me that? I already told you I don't like it, keep on and I'm failing the report.

I wasn't about to do that at all, if she ends up being fired I'd be ascended to management, and I like having free time that I can spend how I please, plus, I'm pretty sure I'm not actually qualified.

— Agh, whatever Arrow, just tell me what you need. —Her condescending tone just gets worse with her fact that she's eating a lollipop and watching her phone as she speaks-.

— Didn't someone tell you that we can't use our phones during- Ah, whatever!, Deal I meant to ask you, do you know why Mr. Sullivan never shows up around here??

— He's a busy man.

Kimberly Deal is as useful as a homeopath during a medical conference when she doesn't wanna talk, my bad for thinking I would get an actual answer.

I'm not gonna get anything out of her like this, but I'm done not knowing the chief.

I'll accept that asking her just at the beginning of our shift was a pretty bad idea, she's most likely at least a bit hungover, so she must be kind of moody, however, I would like to argue that I'm even more moody since I don't even know who I've been working for during the last two years. December is about to begin, so we'll most likely be busy during our shift, so I won't even bother to ask her, if I ask her during the shift, even if there's no one aside from us she'll just wait for a client to appear, or make up a reason to go to the back so she can avoid the question, however, if I ask her during closing hours she won't have it as easy to escape answering me, it's her turn to fix the jacket section, so she can't just say that she's going home, not if she wants to get that extra job paid at least.

— Deal!

— Miss Deal, Arrow, Miss Deal

— Whatever it is! I need to ask you something.

— If it's another question about the chief you already know the answer, Arrow.

Fuck.

This woman is a goddamn mule, I'll have to play her game if I want to know who I'm working for, from what I know he could perfectly be a criminal! This is humiliating at the very least, but I'll have to do it.

—...¡Miss Deal!

— ¡HA! What's with the sudden courtesy? You think I'm gonna tell you what you want just because you call me how you should, Arrow?

Jerk.

— No, it's just that I think that you're… right, I should treat you better and stop lowering you just because you're younger.

— Well- that's certainly, um, Flattering but… Wait, you said that you do what-?

— Shhh, that's not important.

I'll admit that shushing her putting a finger on her lips was a bit dramatic, but I'm not letting her finish that sentence, because first, I would most likely be at least scolded and second, she wouldn't let me ask what I wanna know.

— Listen, Miss Deal, I think we had a pretty rough start, we should try and get along better, don't you think?

— If you're trying to flirt with me, Arrow, you should know that I'm no easy girl to charm.

That smirk makes me want to puke, but if I want to get my way then I'll have to keep on with this, I just hope that she forgets about all of this next week.

— Wow! Not so fast Miss, I was just talking about being nicer to each other, I don't like girls 10 years younger.

— 9, Arrow, not 10, 9.

— I don't care, I don't like them that young.

— No one's too young for love, Kent.

— That… that didn't sound as good as you thought it did.

God, this is a waste of time, I NEED to ask about the chief… if I miss this I might not have any more chances.

— So, tell me… Miss Deal, Why are you working at Indian?

— Life happens, Kent, I used to like the brand's style, but I ended up growing out of it and getting

— Trendier?

— Yeah, that's the word, tho I wouldn't want to say that Indian's style is not cool, they still have pretty sick pieces to complement outfits.

— I was ready to object! I think it's pretty obvious, but I like this brand a lot, it's basically the foundation of my outfits.

— It's pretty obvious, take that as you will!

Ok, we're talking about the brand, so I can go and ask about the chief at any moment.

— Yo, Kent.

— Why are you calling me by my name? Did you finally get bored of my last name?

— Nah, it's just that I've always found it cute. I was merely waiting for us to get a little bit closer so I could start using it.

This woman has no shame.

— It's ok, thanks for the compliment I guess, Kimberly.

— Ah, please, call me Miss Deal during our shifts, be professional, but if you want you can call me Kim once we get out~.

— Kim Deal, of course, like the singer.

— Hahaha! Took you long enough!

Why is she laughing? Does she find the situation funny?, agh, whatever, I can't leave her be for much time, I have to keep the topic in line.

— So, since when have you been working here, Miss Deal?

— 3 years, since my sweet 17.

— Oh yeah, because you're suddenly 20.

— My b-day is in a few days, on the second.

— December the second… Happy early birthday I guess!

— What are you giving me, Arrow?

— What? You don't like my name anymore?

— I'm just using my position to address you as I please.

It's almost impressive how she can change topics as she wishes to, she really knows how to take advantage of her position, but I can't just give up.

— Well, maybe a shirt from here, I already used a ton of coupons for me.

— Ah! As if I couldn't get one with my own coupons.

— You get a better discount or something? Who gives it to you? The chief?

— Yup!

She's getting something out of her pocket?

— You have physical coupons?!

Jackpot. Deal can slack off once she gets cocky, those coupons are clearly not printed by her, the material is obviously not printer paper, plus, she just admitted that she chief gave them to her.

— So, if the chief gives them to you, that means you’ve seen him face to face, doesn’t it?

— Yup, but I'm not saying anything.

Of course, she has been waiting for a while to brag about seeing the chief, though… I think she’s getting a little excited, she’s… getting a bit close.

— Why not?

— Why do you wanna know?

— I don’t know, just wanting to be safe that I’m not working for a criminal?

— WHY DO YOU THINK THE CHIEF IS A CRIMINAL!?

…What’s with the sudden outburst? I mean, the chief IS her role model but…, So I shouldn’t be surprised that she gets kinda mad but…, Why is she being so aggressive?

— Uh, YEAH?! I have no idea who he is, I can't say for sure that he isn’t a criminal if i haven’t met him.

— Listen to me, Kent Arrow: Shit talk Mr. Sullivan again and I’ll make sure that you never step foot on an Indian store ever again.

— You know the solution, Kimberly Deal, just introduce me to him, why does it have to be so hard?

— And what do I get?

— Keeping a cool coworker by your side so you don’t ve to overwork.

— You’re replaceable, Arrow, it can be anyone.

— Hey! What’s with the personal attack?!

Saying that was a mistake.

I'm not the tallest, but for a guy my age, I'm not that small, I'm average, as one says, Kimberly is smaller than me, but that doesn’t take away from me a pretty important fact, I'm weak.

Kim is no bodybuilder, but I know she frequents the gym, I’ve seen her arms before, I know she does weights, so no one would be surprised if I ever told them that she easily bring me down to her level by grabbing me from the shirt neck, just to then pull me even lower, she was staring daggers at me, and I’m sure things are just getting worse from here.

— You insulted the chief, Arrow.

— Does it matter that much?! Is he your dad or something?!

— NO, BUT HE’S MY HERO

— WELL, IF I KNEW HIM, MAYBE I WOULDN’T BE SAYING THIS THINGS.

Maybe yelling is not the best go to, but if that’s keeping her face away from mine then i'm doing it.

— YOU DON’T DESERVE IT.

— THE FUCK YOU MEAN BY THAT?!, IS IT BRAND LOYALTY? BECAUSE I’VE BEEN BUYING HERE SINCE I WAS 16, PLUS, I WORK FOR HIM.

— THAT’S NO ENOUGH.

— WHAT DO I HAVE TO DO THEN?

— EARN IT.

— HOW?!

— LET’S GO ON A DATE!

— OK!

…What did I just do?

Before I was able to process everything, the yelling competition ended with Deal kissing me on the corner of the lips, leaving a mark of her purple lipstick on my skin, just to then release me from the grab.

— Hope you’re a man of your word, Kent.

Her smirk just makes this situation even worse.

— I’ll choose the spot

— O-ok…?

— It’ll be… The cafeteria next door!, and since I chose the place, you can pick the day!

— December… The second.

— A B-day date! It's so cute! So, at Pumpkin Spice, next Monday at 10AM! Don’t leave me hanging!

And then she just …left, as if she didn’t just try to kill me over stuff I said about a guy I don’t know. She just acted like a mafia boss that came to get her money back from a client, leaving them traumatized at the very least just to then leave with a humble and almost warm smile…

— Eh? AH!

Was sending a message just now necessary?!

“Oh, btw, here’s everything if you wanna know about the chief ;p, C U on Monday”

— It’s… Our web page…

The chief is a man called Rocky Sullivan… and the manager is… “Kimberly Deal-SULLIVAN”.

So that's what happened,the girl I just gave a date to is not only 10- I mean- 9 years younger than me, but also my boss’s niece.

Context✨:

I've been in college for about 3 months now, and I have been taking writing classes during my first semester, and for my final I had to write a story, and since I had all good grades in that class I was thinking of not doing it but I ended up finishing it the day I had to send it thanks to my best friend saying it was pretty good, just to then get a mail from my teacher saying that it was so good she wanted to publish it on my college's magazine, so I decided to publish it here. If it sounds kinda odd at any time it's because it was originally written in Spanish.

This fic has an endless amount of references to the Japanese band "The Pillows", this is simply because I am severely autistic, so just in case I'm gonna list them all here:

Both of the main characters are a reference to two songs by the band, Kent Arrow comes from YOUNGSTER (Kent Arrow), a song from their album Wake Up! Wake Up! Wake Up!, and the other one is not only a reference to The Pixies' lead vocalist Kimberly Ann Deal, but also a reference to the song Kim Deal from the album HAPPY BIVOUAC.

The name of the story is taken from the song Have You Ever Seen The Chief, a song The Pillows made for the 25th anniversary of a Japanese clothing store called Indian Motorcycle in 2022, this song has been out for like 2 whole years but it was available for just a limited time and never uploaded on the internet, so just a few people were able to hear it until the EP BLANK was launched on November 2nd this year, this absolute odyssey just to get a 3:19 MP3 file triggered the joke "where the fuck is the chief" among me and my best friend, and also triggered the plot.

The Chief himself, Mr. Rocky Sullivan, is named after the song Sullivan Ni Naritai or I Want To Be Sullivan from the album White Incarnation, even tho the Rock Stock Version is better, the guy is also indirectly named after Rocky Sullivan from Angels With Dirty Faces.

The cafeteria mentioned at the end of the story is named after a guy named Pumpkin Spice that's on a The Pillows fan discord, I don't really talk to him but I think he's cool, and the name is pretty good.

This story may, MAY, Have a sequel that will most likely be named Back Seat Dog, after their song from HAPPY BIVOUAC.

[byghostface]

I need whoever thinks Nika is loveless from Batman 666 to be public stone actually💥🪨

(it's an alternate universe, it's a fanfic… I need to chill… BUT NOT WHEN NIKA IS INVOLVED LIKE THIS!??💥 I can't have anything when Damian shipper keeps pulling her leg relentlessly I swear)

[itsbrucey]

If I got a DnDads tattoo would that be peak cringe or-

[kristsune]

I couldn't resist making a post for Mr. Bonzo from episode 12. I absolutely adored the descriptions and all little details. Everything was absolutely delicious.