#important note im not homeless yet

[leah2eroes]

chat is there a step by step walkthrough of how to survive when you become homeless. asking for a friend.

[twoa-plus]

it’s 2:00am and this is more of a character thing than a genuine theory but *claps hands for the drama* same coin theory. what if both of the stans are bill

or like. a parallel to him. like i said this isn’t a super serious theory i’m mostly just back on my character analysis bs lol

so i haven’t gotten to talk abt this much but i am a firm believer in that there is not a superior stan. from a personality perspective this is obviously entirely subjective, but i mean that there isn’t a superior one when it comes to their objective traits and how useful they are

ford is. ford. i don’t really have to say anything here he’s super smart can play the piano or whatever etc etc. however one thing that i will say that i think is important here is that i am like. 99% sure this man has a higher tolerance to The Horrors than other humans do. dude spent 30 years in that portal and came out pretty much the same level of crazy, and we all saw what happened to fiddleford. i know fidds saw bill take off his exoskeleton or whatever but u can’t convince me that ford traveled the multiverse - with all sorts of monsters and non-3d dimensions and god knows what else - for 3 decades and didn’t see some shit that would make anybody else lose it. like at this point u could tell me this guy could have a casual conversation over tea with cthulu and be fine and i’d believe u

as for stan - and i mean this in the absolute best way possible i love this guy - he’s like the world’s most charismatic cockroach. he’s fantastic with people and just straight up refuses to die. for the first point i don’t just mean this in the conman way, when it comes to the people that actually matter stan always manages to win them over in some way or another (soos, wendy, the kids, ford, etc) and one does not simply survive for a decade on the street without needing the occasional favor from someone who actually likes you. “oh but rico-“ man when u’ve been living as a homeless criminal for a decade and the list of people that want to kill u consists of 1 person and the government u’ve done pretty damn well. anyways as for the cockroach point, he’s alive and has his memories. i don’t even have to say much here stan went through all of That, lived through the series itself including The Literal Apocalypse, metaphorically (something something people are just a collage of their life experiences) died at the end of it all and then came back to life. that’s hardcore as hell man. in a less literal interpretation of the “refusing to die” bit, he’s also just. insanely determined. the biggest example is ofc him never graduating highschool and yet teaching himself god knows how much math and science and whatnot over the course of 30 damn years because he just refuses to believe that he can’t save his brother. stan pines is a force of nature i swear

[additional note while im already ranting about this guy, im not a personal believer in the “stan is just as (academically) smart as ford” theory. first of all i feel like this entire theory is kind of rooted in the idea that he has to be/be on the same level as “the smart one” to have value, which is an idea that the stans’ entire backstory is based around criticizing, and i think stan has something just as if not more valuable than freakish intelligence - raw fucking grit. he wasn’t the one to open the portal back up because of some intellectual advantage, he was the one to open the portal back up because he wanted to, god damn it, and best of luck to you if you’re gonna try and stop him.]

anyways as for the same coin thing, everybody knows the stan part. his casual references to the impending apocalypse, “you’ve been buying gold, right?”, him being such a good conman, etc etc. while i’m already ranting about stan’s determination, bill’s got that too - he’s been trying for like thousands of years to take over the world and he just Won’t Stop. point is there’s a lot of character traits they share

(i know in the original same coin post a pretty major point is stan not making a deal with bill, but i think that could probably be pretty easily explained without the need for divine intervention. the only times bill makes a deal with someone without them summoning him first is after he’s kind of left on a loose end with gideon, and everyone knows stan wouldn’t fall for his lies in the first place)

bill also shares a lot of traits with ford, though. both have some kind of physical anomaly (bill’s eye & ford’s hands), both can see/understand things others of their species can’t, they’re both egomaniacs (listen i love ford but the guy has issues), etc. u could even argue that, at least at the time they meet, they have some kind of connection through their loneliness

so. with the theory of “bill was reincarnated to make up for what he did,” what if it wasn’t just stan? what if he was split in two, and his “reincarnation” is both of them? they’re flawed enough to make it a lot harder for either of them to take over the world (ford’s lack of social skills & stan’s lack of freakish academic knowledge), and they have something bill doesn’t - each other.

bill is alone. that’s his whole problem. he killed everyone he loved, treats everyone new he meets like shit, and now he’s Like That. throughout it all, the one thing the stans have always had - even if it was just in their memory - is each other. “oh but ford-“ shhhh. shhshhshshshhsh. shut up. ford has Problems but i genuinely don’t think he ever stopped loving stan. love is weird, first of all, and secondly he clearly never stopped trusting him. no matter what he might say about stan being a liar or a conman or whatever, who’s the one person he goes to when he’s forced to admit he needs help? ford is a weird guy and has an… odd way of showing it but he loves his family just like the rest of the pines and i will die on this hill

i’ve been writing this for over an hour straight and i think my brain is melting but i’m sure at this point u get the idea. both of the stans, together, serve as a parallel to bill, and the one thing they have that he doesn’t is love. that’s what killed him.

something something killing an interdimensional dream demon with the power of friendship and this gun i found

[thanatos-nightshade]

Not me having vague fic ideas over sumerus definitions/redfinitions/additional definitions regarding home and family and how it relates to kaveh and alhaitham specifically and loosely the entire academia guy group.

Anyways, one regarding home and specifically how kaveh defines a home and that it involves someone to come back to ahemhaithamahem and how he sold his childhood home after loosely (because he dad didnt intend to) being abandoned by his parents and how hes AN ARCHITECT and doesnt want to just build BUILDINGS he wants to build a home that has a soul and that isnt just a roof over someones head he wants it to have meaning. He wants it to have value that is beyond the cost of the materials (no matter how important that is) and how he sacrifices his entire life/future and trades his past for his future and ideals to give someone else a house after the first time being thwarted by the fucking world. How he doesnt even have a roof over his head afterwards and how that homelessness feeling is more than just a state now and actually feeling and being. How haitham provides a roof over his head but kaveh being the architect he is pretty much INSISTS on turning it into a home. How alhaitham might argue the samantics of calling their house a house and not a home and finally realize what the difference is and kaveh being more than just an architect but what could be called a homemaker housewife and how alhaitham might mentally note that cyno might make a joke if he were aware of the words goooooooddddddd

AND THEN ANOTHER about academic families and how both of them come from families that have been torn apart and how they came together because of their research paper but then got torn apart but how they both still cling to it and want it and how DIVERSE FAMILIES are represented in sumeru I DONT CARE IF IM STRETCHING IT from two dads and a kid to two roommates bfs not roommates to a foster mom???? God i just I KNOW THERES MORE I HAVENT DONE THIS STORY YET I JUST HAVE FEELINGS.

Back to kvthm hkvh family and how their bubbles have expanded to more than just themselves and included more people and how scholars sharing/debating their philosophies is important and how living with different ideals and sharing different ideals and perspectives are so important and how the akademiya/sumeru frames families in such a versatile manner i just have feelings

[omegasmileyface]

may not apply to anybody else but

some notes from my experience gradually becoming more involved with the world immediately around me

(as someone who never got involved in a social life or communities of any sort as a kid and moved a lot and now lives in the middle of nowhere)

taking walks lets me see the houses close to mine and what sort of things they come with (sports team merch, outdoors equipment, political signs, food gardens, etc.)

it also lets me see resources around me. i wouldnt know that there was an open community garden and a storage center just down the street without lookin around on walks

(you can also look around while driving! less time to ruminate but still some)

my state's PBS channel does a ton of local news and documentary coverage! theyre available for free online! its a good place to start

newspapers can be hard to keep up with and also sad if theyre as political as the one here, but they still have relevant stuff

my town and the closest city both have websites, and event newsletters! like, by email!

sometimes things you have zero interest in on their own can be important in your community. .....specifically, im talking about sports. a lot of people like sports by their own right and thats great for them but personally i have never been able to give a shit. ESPECIALLY high school sports (or school spirit in general), which happens to be pretty much The Biggest Thing in a whooole lot of american communities. im currently learning that you can engage a little in the high school sports scene without meaningfully caring the vast majority of the time! ...i havent quite figured out HOW yet, but i know its possible. step one is small talk when people say something about the teams, i guess. or superficially saying you hope Local Team wins State or whatever. the community involvement can be more fun than the actual sport! i spent a lot of words on this one but its a big one to me idk

browsing little stores is one of my favorites. even if you dont actually care what theyre selling. just walking around, making small talk with the employees/owner if youre able to, stuff like that

see if there just happens to be what you want. i have a bad habit of just ASSUMING that they dont have anything here. "i live in the middle of nowhere, of course theres no food not bombs division / punk scene / parkour studio / improv theater" ... its worth actually checking lol. like, recently i learned that theres... well, ok, theres no public transportation. but theres this shuttle service that works between a couple stops a few hours a week thats KINDA like public transportation!

talk to people. its so hard its so hard if you have autism or social anxiety or no practice or a lot of fears or all of the above (hi) and im also sure youve heard it a million times but its usually worth trying

use cash if youre shopping locally. idk it keeps the community independent or whatever. also keeping cash on you is a good habit, since youre gonna want to be giving buskers and homeless people and such money whenever possible. and thats waaay easier with cash.

bank locally? and other such... necessary expenses. if possible! as everything tends toward monopolization its hard to have control over who does your banking or electricity or insurance or what have you. im lucky to live in montana, basically the only state where independent banks thrive. still, worth looking around and seeing what you can do

......i really cant overstate the power of the websites (town chamber of commerce website, local news station website, local radio station website) and newspapers as hubs for finding more stuff. a lot of the time, theyll have little 2 sentence blurbs that tell you that something exists, and then you can look that thing up on its own and maybe find a phone number or a mailing list.

last one ok i havent tried this one out on my own bc im scared (reminder that this is not an instructional post this is an observation of my own experience) but i have a theory that dating apps are a good place to find people your age in your area. they might be upset that youre trying to connect with them as acquaintances on a service literally meant for romance, but... well, they dont exactly have anything like it for friends. (nothing mainstream enough to actually work, anyway.)

also this is gonna sound dumb but look at posters and fliers

[hazbinned]

Important notes for my personal portrayal of Valentino - Background and Headcanons. Because this has been his story forever, and yet I just realized I had never compiled these in a post and that nobody knows any of this unless you read through all his threads in search of crumbs or have discussed it with me in IMs.

TW: Era-typical homophobia + abuse + Valentino topics. If you continue reading, you should know what to expect.

Valentino is of mostly Puerto Rican heritage and was born to immigrant parents in 1940, in the East Coast of the United States (Florida) as the second eldest of four boys (brothers being Pablo, Francisco, and Denzel). He grew up in a rough neighborhood, as his father was involved in some crime and petty gang activity that, for the most part, Valentino and his siblings were excluded from. Valentino spent most of his childhood and teen years left to his own devices, causing trouble with his brothers and friends for the fun of it. He was haughty, leaned toward being a bully, and never faced the consequences of his actions right from the start.

(His parents hardly paid attention to him, so he could do whatever he wanted— he did, however, learn some cooking from his mother, and some very basic firearm skills from his father.)

Valentino was always feminine in many ways, which his family mostly just commented on or tried to ignore, until he started getting older and it went from a 'quirk' to something they saw as a problem. In his early adulthood, he was caught with a man, and fallout ensued. Val ditched his family and then the state, and eventually, in the 1960s, wound up in LA, where he was almost immediately reeled in by a pimp (who was also his dealer/sugar daddy/eventual film director).

They had a genuine friendship for a handful of years, both of them being in it for the money and other benefits— Val wound up living in the guy's mansion and starred in adult films for him, and felt like a real celebrity. During this time, Val adopted his signature heart glasses into his look (though he mostly wore them as an accessory on top of his head), and was gifted two exotic birds by his pimp: a green rose-ringed parakeet and a red parrot, which he named Versace and Ferrari respectively. (He was extremely attached to both of the birds, and both of them outlived him.)

Good things never last forever, though, and Val's pimp started wanting him to film things that he was just not comfortable with— when Val voiced this (and the fact that he'd rather star in dominant roles), the friendly and mutually beneficial side of their relationship withered up and died, giving way to disrespect and physical abuse (often with the strike of a gun). Val was told he could leave anytime he wanted, but that his pimp wasn't going to help him— he'd essentially be broke and homeless. Feeling trapped, he opted to stay, and put up with a couple more years of that... until, finally, he knocked off his pimp and took control of the mansion and the entire operation.

It was during this that he started wearing his sunglasses over his eyes, and truly grew into the version of 'Valentino' that everyone knows. He became a pimp himself, and continued starring in films (of his own volition and creative direction) until he died at age 38 to a shot to the head.

Val, for the most part, landed on his feet in Hell and immediately just started doing what he was best at in life. He performed a lot more in the beginning, and his natural charisma (plus his new addictive pheromone) made it easy for him to start accumulating souls. Minus a few setbacks (such as his pheromone lending to some uncomfortable encounters here and there) he was on the easy road to success.

He and Vox met and the two of them immediately hit it off, and started supporting each other (financially and otherwise-- friends, to business partners, to unstable life partners, to lovers). The rest is history.

ADDITIONAL HEADCANONS.

Val does not perform much anymore. He still can, but he prefers just sitting around and making other people do things now. He hasn't appeared on stage in person for years, and hasn't starred in any published films for even longer. It has been since the early/mid 2000s, at least.

Val's eyes had started failing in the last few years of his life, and this carried over into his Hell-form. He finds it humiliating and refuses to get help.

Val has never faced lasting consequences for any of his actions, which is in part responsible for him being the way he is. He thinks he can get away with everything because he can get away with everything.

Val's communication style is extremely physical. Even when he's not trying to be controlling, he kind of still is if he's manhandling someone.

He's very paranoid about a second, more permanent death (or even a fall from grace), as he loves his life in Hell and does not want to lose it. He's scared that Angel will continue the cycle he started and kill him, or that he will somehow wind up with the tables turned and find himself in Angel's shoes. He will do anything to keep this from happening.

Sometimes, when he gets really worked up or emotional or high, he unintentionally lets out a more vulnerable side of himself-- closer to how he was during life. He hates that, it gives him the ick... especially when Angel is privy. (This is NOT the same playful attitude he sports around Vox and Velvette and other people he likes. It's very similar, but it's different. He doesn't mind as much when Vox or Velvette are witness to it.)

Val was never innocent, kind, or a 'good person,' although he can seem this way to those he is manipulating, as well as to his loved ones (as he is generally fun to be around if he likes you. Bad people typically aren't bad to everyone, and Valentino has his own circle of people he likes and respects-- namely Vox and Velvette.) His arc was not one of a good person becoming a villain. He was always villain-adjacent, he simply went from 'toxic' to 'awful.'

Valentino stood at an extremely tall 6'7" during life.

The last one is suggestive ala the read-more:

Val is a dom. He just really doesn't enjoy not being so, although there are some exceptions where he is genuinely chill with switching it up, like if he's in a certain mood or if it's a special occasion and Vox really wants that, or if his partner is someone he views as more powerful and cooler than him (ala 'celebrity crush' like Asmodeus-- not just anyone with power). He can kinda get into it then, but he has to LOVE you, respect you, trust you, AND find you attractive. Generally, though, he doesn't like relinquishing control ever and his partner would have to be someone who is okay with that. A teeny tiny bit of this is a trauma response but it's primarily just who he is.

[s0lar-ch3ri]

okay im gonna actually go more into detail now

lets start around season 1. the ninja worry about it being a "real threat" but when its "not", they pin him up to be mocked at.

in this season, lloyd as a villian is the perfect example of what children would do with super powers stereotypically and even a bit exaggerated: get candy from the adults. however, it paints lloyd as someone you can expect the next move of, that is until he releases the serpentine.

important to note: lloyd doesnt actually see how bad this is for the people. granted, he went to berklys shit show (what i call the evil school lmao), but that doesnt give much leeway. when hes talking to pythor, he reveals the school kicked him out, and why was that? HE WASNT EVIL ENOUGH FOR THEM. hes capable of big evils, but the school doesnt see that, which surprises me after he puts several peoples lives in peril for fucking candy.

another thing i wanna touch on for these first eps: lloyd is fucking homeless. his mom abandoned him at the school, garmadon cant come back to care for his son, and wu doesnt seem to give mcuh a shit about his nephew. the tree house base he was making? thatd probably just be his fucking house. not even the serpentine respect lloyd, leaving him without any support system. the oldest i wanna put this kid is 11, and thats me being generous. while, yes, this means hes ever so vulnerable to pythors manipulation, its the first time we see how different lloyd is shown to be, and its before he becomes the green ninja! hell, this is before he even is let onboard the ship!

anyone else notice how when it was revealed lloyd is the green ninja, thats when people treated him that different? before, lloyd wasnt allowed on missions because "its too dangerous". now? its because hes the green ninja. i think from this, we see wu change hia view of lloyd. i honestly believe from this wu stops seeing his nephew and the destined hero, and the different treatment sets up again that idea of being so distant from others.

with this, however, lloyd becomes different too. he learns what hes done is wrong and is regretting it. its not an easy thing to forgive, and theres no way for lloyd to find a way to firgive himself (this sadly carries to adulthood i bet you) as theres evidence everywhere. thats probably why lloyd risked going under cover, thats why lloyd was so risky, because he had to solve it to be forgiven (everyone else aldready did, but he cant believe that). again, ghe distant feeling!!!

i got through so much in ONE FUCKIGN SEASON. THATS RIGHT, THATS LIKE I THINK EVEN O LY PART OF ONE SEASON.

so we're not gonna go through every season, just the important parts i wanna cover.

the being aged up feels like a way of showing him looking how to fit in, yet he isnt. in reality, hes just a taller kid. they know that, yet they let him try (autistic incarnate fr). sets up the different feeling yet again!

repetition of events? lloyd probably wants that familiarity, or hes unable to stop himself from it. he wants the feeling of being respected like pythor gave him, he wants that love harumi showed him, he doesnt want to feel so torn apart and different.

the possession? we get shown how horrible wu is at taking care of the chosen ninja, how one of his past students come back filled with rage beyond the grave for him. not to mention, lloyd through possession is again separated from everyone else, and (i could be mixing up seasons here) he doesnt have his dad, probably the only one who'd understand the isolation anymore from this.

and with his dad coming back but without anything that made him his dad? garmadon specifically being resurrected from someone who he loved and cared about, maybe even related to a bit? that crushes a man, and lloyds a boy whos been crushed so many times he cant even tell the difference of the pain each time. once again, lloyds alone even with rhe support of his friends, and that makes it feel horrible still, because how could you feel so distant from people who've cared for you for a chunk of your life, the very people who you stand next to and hold the hand of?

above all, green isnt a heavily liked color. those who do like it mostly like a couple shades (i honestly love all shades of green, all data is from what ive seen btw), the bright green lloyd has not being one of them most times. it makes it a lot different from other colors (ive never really heard many people complain about many shades of other rainbow colors, minus yellow, but GUESS WHOS THE FUCKING GOLDEN NINJA TOO?).

thats all for this addition plant ninja lloyd is coming soon

its time for my ninjago shit

k so im not fully caught up and shit but im fully convinced lloyd should have been a plant ninja (there is still spoilers, hell lloyd being apart of the ninja counts as a spoiler, so be warned and lets get into the ramble!)

so i wanna do 2 parts to this (i will remember to add on i swear), one part is why the random green energy does work, and one on why plants would have been nice to see. this obviously is part one, once im done making part two ill be linking it to this (so for now reblogs are going off, sorry). without any further delay, we now start...

Why Lloyd's "Power of Green" Fits him Pretty Well

okay so everyone elses element are like natural things and shit right? i mean, kai has his fire, zane has ice, cole has rock/ground, the list goes on. and even if it doesnt naturally occur, its something conventional or like has a name and stuff. i work best explaining with examples, so like, the master of mind, poisons, metal, those are identifiable to something.

the only ones that dont fit are the power of amber and lloyds powers, which look kinda like green fire to me

its unexpected, it doesnt seem fucking real, its ever so different from the others, as though the creators went "eh, give him whatever" and threw him to the side. thats why it fits so badly.

lloyd, unlike the other ninja, grew up ever so seperated (not just includingg before the show, during too). he didnt get a say in his destiny, never knew how his actions would affect others and had to see his effects with a forced understanding. he experienced his childhood adjusting to his fate then had to adjust more when he got aged up.

hes such a confusing character to the others, so having such an out of place power fits, cause how perfect is a power said to be more powerful then the others to be isolating? a power which makes zero sense? perfect for lloyd garmadon.

id add more but i have no ideas, ill be letting my friend add on here so yeah @arcadianxanadus here ya go lol

[flowerslightning]

Let's take a quick look on how Cloud handle his depression in AC - specifically his room

In the Remake, pretty sure Cloud actually suffered from PTSD + depression due to the trauma he faced, but since his memories messed up everything and need to hurry come back in action - click here to read what I ranted about his memory - , so Cloud didnt show much symptoms of someone with depression.

I wanna highlight more in the AC. We all certain that Cloud was happy enough with Tifa and the kids. He was recovering, slowly but improving. Yeah, though he had some problems with Tifa, but I consider he was in recovering phase. However, things changed when he got himself Geostigma, this was where Cloud got deluded he was worthless, guilty and his depression kicked in (again)

We'll focus his room, the place where he sleep. This was the room where he slept (well I believe he sleeps here) and took orders for deliveries, and also he used this room for studying about Denzel's illness through medical books. Dont try to mention about the color of this room. Cloud, pls give some sunlight to ur room. It was gloomy. 

But hey the bar looked gloomy too so i guess devs should take the blame for this? No, jk. Blame the lighting the devs gave

There was no curtain, no mirror, no decoration, plain. Oh well, this room belonged to a male, what were u expecting for? It was quite clean if u ask me. And there we see an old tyre, some boxes and.... An old tyre in second floor room.... Hmm alright..

Hey, dont judge him.. Cloud loves his fenrir, so, its normal. Im sure there were oil cans for his bike somewhere too

But, can u see the papers and pictures on the wall?

Yup, there were plenty of papers and photos on the wall and on the table. I'm guessing those were the notes/receipts for his deliveries work. And the papers on the table were about his research on Geostigma

And the books... Ohh, if only med books were that thin, im sure the med students dont have to suffer too much to study.. Uuh, and those hard cover books. Must be pricey..

U can see photos of scenery on the walls. It could be Cloud took those pictures while he was doing his deliveries around the world. Someone who suffers from depression, they usually have no interest with such things. So, we could say that Cloud really was recovering well from his trauma. There were photos of skies (cough.. Zack's symbol cough) and open field. Cloud had a thing for this scenery

Plus, a family photo on his table ! Awkward Cloud and shy Denzel spotted there

Tifa could freely enter the room without hesitation. She even answered the phone call and talked like a normal operator. Meaning, Tifa was used to enter Cloud's room with/without permission. U could say "Ofc she entered the room without hesitation, Cloud wasnt there, duh". U see, even if Cloud was no longer there, do u know the word 'privacy' still exist? It was not like Cloud moved away forever from that house.

We've been told by the devs that Cloud had been living with Tifa and the kids for quite some time. He felt too peaceful with him to the point it scared him a lot.

After he got himself Geostigma, he moved to the Sector 5 church and lived there. This place, exactly how someone with depression would live.

Dont read this if ure Clerith shipper or easily triggered. 

Now, I've read somewhere that says Cloud having depression for loosing Aerith was a romantic act. And WHERE THE HECK DID U FIND THIS ROMANTIC? TELL ME??? OUR CLOUD HERE WAS THINKING ABOUT DEATH, HE NEGLECTED EVERYTHING AND YET U THINK IT WAS ROMANTIC???

Reduced hygiene, gave less damn about the warmth, who needs a blanket anyway. Rain? Who cares. Let my entire place be soaked wet. No pillow, no bed? Like i care about it. Say hello to my housemate, the bacterias and mosquitoes. Is that a cup i see there? Yeah, i dont need food. 

Cloud was really homeless here. Someone who was expecting to meet its end there, slowly and painfully. He wanted to 'die' there, alone.

Having depression - major depressive disorder is not romantic at all. And can never be seen as a 'sweet' thing to do for ur partner. I saw real patients with MDD and I have to say, the only things they want was to feel happy and peaceful again. They had anxiety, they felt sad without proper reason, they scared of something that i dont think it would happen, some patients were too afraid to smile, lots of them just wanted to die bcause they were feeling hopeless and shame. 

If i were Tifa, I would be sad too. U have a warm bed to live, clean water to drink and yet u choose to live in a cold damp place.. WORRY ABOUT UR HEALTH, CLOUD !

Cloud was a dork for not trying to get help, but it wasnt his fault. We should thank his family and friends to be there for him even when he kinda pushed them away for a bit.

But after he finally moved on, his room became brighter than the previous look. Cloud let more sunlight to enter his room, and more scenery pictures hanging around his wall and on the tables

Cloud framed his big FF7 family photo. Despite the cold look he always gave to the team, he is actually a big softie. From the two different pictures, the one on the right was before Cloud moved on from his guilt, we can see Cloud was not really getting well in the picture, he looked awkward, and Denzel was being shy shy. In the new picture, Cloud was seen to be more involved in the group photo. Wait, was he smiling there? I’m sure he was smiling and Denzel looked happy too. - The family conflict resolved -

It would be fairly enough to say, Cloud finally found peace within himself and looking forward for the future together with his small family.

Another thing, 

FF7 always associated with yellow flower. So, the yellow flower is not necessarily about Aerith only. The SE has confirmed in Ultimania Crisis Core, the water represents Aerith, and since Aerith is the last Cetra and an important character in FF7, the flowers always associated with her. and thus, the flower is the main symbol for the entire FF7 game. 

[ayanna-wild]

Even If I Can't See It

Word Count: 1455

Pairings: Lucifer Morningstar x Blind Reader

Warnings: fluff, just pure fluff, a brief mention of blood

A/N: Request are always open, and my Tag List is open as well!

Summary: You may not have been able to see all the things Lucifer did for you, but that didn't stop you from noticing them. You wanted to surprise him, and show him you how much you appreciated him. It doesn't go quite as planned.

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You had heard the front door open, heard the footsteps that drew closer. However, you were simply to focused on your current task to care, or acknowledge your visitor.

"Y/N darling are you h- oh bloody hell, not again."

Lucifer watched you with an exasperated expression as you stood on top of the kitchen counter.

"Dare I ask?"

You looked over at where you heard his voice, a sheepish smile on your face.

"I was putting something away."

Lucifer watched you apprehensively, afraid if he took his eyes off you, you might fall.

"On top of the cupboard?" He questioned.

You slowly turned around, trying to remember where the stool you had used was. Your careful movements were in vain as you misjudged how much room you had. Stepping to far over the edge of the counter, you let out a yelp as you fell. You waited for the impact of hitting the ground, but it never came.

"Honestly, how you survived so long without me I'll never know."

He sounded much closer now, and you realized he had caught you. You lightly ran your hands over his face, smiling a little. Lucifer smiled as well, letting your fingers trace the outline of his face, this was how you saw him, and he didn't mind letting you.

"Your scruff seems shorter." You noted.

He chuckled, setting you on your feet.

"Yes well I shaved this morning."

His gaze shifted to where you had been standing.

"What were you doing up there?"

"Nothing!" You said a little too fast.

He glanced at you, your glossy eyes stared unseeing at his lips. You looked nervous, worried he would keep prying.

"We were going shopping yes?"

You breathed a quiet sigh of relief, happy that he decided not to question you any further.

"Yes, I need to get a few things." You muttered, thinking of the list in your mind.

Lucifer grabbed your hand, placing it on his arm. You smiled, wrapping your arm around his as he led you out the door.

~

Lucifer loved you, really he did, but you were a handful sometimes. He had lost sight of you in the crowded streets. You had let go of his arm, and then you were gone. He anxiously looked around, mostly glancing towards the street in hopes you hadn't wondered into traffic.

'How did I lose an entire person? A blind person!' Lucifer thought.

The sound of your laughter pulled him from his thoughts, and he followed the sound of your voice. He let out a relieved sigh when he saw you sitting beside a homeless man, chatting as though you had known him forever.

"Oh I'm sure you're a very handsome man Sam, besides you play that harmonica very well, ladies love a musician. Trust me I know, I might be blind, but I'm not deaf." You said, nudging the older man with your elbow.

The elderly man chuckled, patting your hand with a kind smile on his face.

"Well thank you, Miss Y/N, you're very sweet."

Lucifer watched the exchange, until the man noticed him standing there.

"I'm afraid she's taken old timer." Lucifer chuckled.

You looked up to where you heard his voice, your smile growing.

"Lucifer, where did you go?" You teased.

You stood up, reaching a hand out for him. He intertwined his fingers with yours, and you turned your head back in the direction of the man.

"It was nice to meet you Sam, we should get lunch sometime, you'd love Lucifer."

Sam laughed shaking your outstretched hand.

"You've got quite the girl there, it was nice to meet you to Miss Y/N."

You let Lucifer lead you away, telling him everything you had learned about the kind elderly man. You made Lucifer promise that the two of you would help the old man land back on his feet. He watched you talk about all the ways you could help him get new clothes, a good job, a decent place to sleep.

"Sometimes I think you're to good for me." Lucifer muttered, squeezing your hand a little tighter.

~

"No, absolutely not."

"But Lucifer I-"

You let out a small noise of protest when he plucked the dart board from your hands. He gave the store clerk a chilling look.

"Are you an idiot? She is blind, why on earth would she buy this?" Lucifer snapped.

"I like darts." You pouted.

Lucifer sighed as he put the item back on the shelf.

"I know love, but the last time we attempted to play darts you nearly took out the bartender's eye."

The memory of that night made you both happy and embarrassed. With a sheepish expression you thanked the clerk for his time.

"Maybe we should just get food." You said.

Lucifer placed a hand on your back, leading you away from the sharp objects.

"Excellent idea."

It didn't take long for you to check your items off your list, thanking Lucifer for his help in finding all the items.

"These steaks were rather pricey, I don't understand why you wouldn't let me pay for them."

"It defeats the purpose of what I'm doing." You shrugged.

He took the bags from your hands as you walked out of the store. You grabbed his arm as the two of you began to walk back to your home.

"The purpose of what exactly? You've been acting strange all day."

You heard him open a door and let go of his arm when you realized you were home.

"You'll find out eventually, bye Lucifer."

You took the bags from his hands and stepped inside.

"Bye? You're kicking me out?" He said incredulously.

"You're not inside the house right?"

"Well no but-"

"Then I'm not kicking you out, just closing the door on you."

You kicked the door closed before he could protest any further. He let out a loud sigh, and you waited until his footsteps faded away before setting the bags of food down. With practiced steps you found the kitchen. Your hands ran over the smooth surface of the counter top until you felt your phone.

~

Your suspicious behavior had really spiked his curiosity. He could barely sit still without wondering what had you behaving so oddly. When he could no longer handle the endless questions running through his mind he decided to get to the bottom of it.

However, you didn't answer your door and when he walked in the table was set for two. The meal looked delicious and untouched and Lucifer frowned. Were you expecting company? Was that why you were so eager to be rid of him?

"Ouch!"

The muffled shout from the kitchen drew his attention away from the table. When he walked into the kitchen he found you kneeling on the ground, surrounded by glass and wine.

"No, no." You muttered trying to gather up the pieces of the broken bottle.

"What happened?"

You jumped startled by the sound of his voice, and Lucifer noticed the blood on your hand.

"Lucifer, you're not supposed to be here yet." You sounded upset.

He carefully stepped around the glass, pulling you away from the mess so, you wouldn't injure yourself any further.

"I'm not?" He questioned.

He guided you to the couch having you sit on it, as he held his handkerchief to your bleeding palm.

"I wanted to surprise you."

He raised an eyebrow and looked back towards the meal. It was all the food he had helped you get today.

"This was for me?"

You nodded, looking a little defeated.

"I had my neighbor come over to help me cook it, she's a Chef, and I had just gotten your favorite type of wine today, I was hiding it this morning when you got here, but then I dropped it and I-"

"My favorite? My dear that's a $3,000 dollar bottle of wine."

You gave him a small smile.

"I know, but I wanted to make this night special, so I've been saving up for a few months."

Lucifer grabbed your chin, lightly running his thumb over your bottom lip. He stared into your eyes, despite the fact that you hated them, stating that they probably weren't very nice. Lucifer however disagreed he loved your eyes, claimed he could stare at them forever.

"Why did you do all this love? Did I miss something important?"

"No, you just do so much for me, you're always helping me, even if I can't see what you do for, I just wanted to show you how much I appreciated it. It didn't really turn out how I hoped though."

Lucifer smiled, and leaned down, planting a loving kiss on your lips.

"I disagree, this day with you has been absolutely perfect. I wouldn't have changed a thing."

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@we-are-all-alittle-strange-here @adira-secrets @beththedemonhunter @shywriting @emiwrites3reads @gingernarwal @cuddly-cat-in-a-trench-coat @im-just-along-for-the-ride @lifeshortbro @sallyp-53 @officalfangirl @cptgryps @mizzezm @measure-in-pain

[floralkittygambler]

Reposting for reasons

Response to Honest’s post here: Doing this to spread this awareness more as I know theres a bit of a rift in the critical community - plus I really fucking go on. Im PISSED and I do apologise however it NEEDS urgent addressing. I know people will hate me for it but Im used to hate and honestly? Hating rather than helping to solve the issue only furthers my fucking point here. So yeah this is so more people are aware (no offense to any of those involved in said rift either, but this is an important message. Thank you for understanding and if I can do anything to make all sides comfortable, then please message me and I’ll do my upmost.) “ More awareness of this is needed. Even if it’s your favourite, you can’t justify their shit but rally against another’s shit. Have people tell you you’re experiences arent real or invalid because, like Husk, people have - in real life - shipped you with someone you are far from comfortable with but you still treat them like a person. Because you have basic respect. And people force you to accept harassment, touching, stalking, advances for THEIR satisfaction. People use you for their fantasies. But you’re just a ‘tsundere’ for it. Or you have addiction issues but people think being with another addict will ‘save’ you because you’re apparently too incompetent to save yourself. Love isnt some magic fuckin cure so stop romanticising it as a fuckin saviour. It’s gross and fuckin creepy. Get stalked and have someone NEVER accept your no just because you show youre still decent enough to not treat them shitty or any different from anyone else. Try having someone way older or way younger (both in morally fucked up ways) advance on you and people encourage that. People you’re supposed to feel safe around.

People touch you when you pull away or show discomfort. Follow you home. Have pictures of you and wont accept you dont like them like that and it’s not ‘playing hard to get’ or ‘the thrill of the chase’. Fuck. OFF. In fact, Im not only disappointed in the fandom. Im disappointed in the entire team who some should know better from their OWN personal experiences - or at least the bare minimal of being a fucking adult. Im disappointed in especially females (sorry idk whether girl or woman is more appropriate here-) who statistically are more likely to have experienced something similar at some point in their lives think this is a cute gay moment. No. Angel is made out as a fucking predator - Im not saying he is, Im saying that his persistence is very fucking unwelcome like one. People like Husk dont need that fucking invasiveness. They/We need patience and someone on our level. Angel’s I know are the fuckin polar opposite - and some of them I know are very sexually harassing, including unwanted touching. It’s a shitty way to present gay people. Gays are fuckin people. Some are cunts and some arent. It’s a HUMAN thing. But considering the shit theyve been subjected to, presenting a gay as a victim only to also show them as a perpetrator is insulting! And for those Ive seen argue this about how people like AD wouldnt know how to express their love normally and whatnot? His pig. His best friend. He’s in his fucking 30s. There are literal real life criminals who get molested as kids and then go on to molest kids. Not all who grow up like that turn into nonces. Stop just fucking STOP justifying and romanticising this bullshit! I used to see the good in AD but now he makes me fucking sick. Especially with my verrrrrry fucking real traumas and connections. But fuck me, eh? Because this fictional guy matters so much more. Fuck real victims. And whilst we’re at it, fuck AD too when it suits your fetishes! Sarcasm aside, the fans and the team need to straighten up their abhorrent behaviour. Stolas. Fucking clearly having an affair, knowingly fucking up his daughter’s mental health and bribing a guy into sex who only wants the book and nothing more. He even has a fucking warning button over Stolas- Guys, how do you think any of this is cute? Even the team gross me out- I genuinely see potential and talent and it’s all gone to shit to satisfy horny teens, horny adults, and literally everyone who doesnt for the life of them understand being an adult is more than sex, drugs, violence and swears! I REALLY want to keep enjoying HB/HH but it’s getting harder and harder with such ignorant and bordering lazy creators (note: lazy as in wont do the fucking research or actually listen to real criticism and victims), such despicable fans (yeah, some HDers fuckin mocked that they triggered my ED, yet they had the fucking NERVE to support Angel’s potential ED AND laugh and blame me for me getting treated so badly for actually having the balls to call Angel and the teams hypocrisy. I got told to kill myself, that my problems arent real - oh but Angels apparently is! Which... They *are* but AD isnt real so technically only onlookers will suffer and not a drawing  - and they just excused their toxic behaviours. These people are like “aww poor angie babey!” yet fuckin INSULT sex workers. All this red in Hazbin yet it feels everyone and they mama colour blind. The issues are getting worse and fans are outright becoming EVIL, VILE, Vindictive little bullies - from kids to adults. You SHOULD be ashamed of yourself if you conduct yourself in such a manner. And you need to readjust your attitudes and behaviours because the only fuckers getting hurt are actual fucking victims. Ever been violated and been gaslit so much you STILL fucking question it’s reality? So you drown that shit out yet somehow it’s effects still hit you? Fetishise it. Make it your uwu gae couple goals, you’re no better than people believing Harley and the Joker werent toxic af. If this shit happened to you, most of you would actually SEE where we’re all coming from. Also, stop making gay a fetish - you’re like those creepy old men in the alley heckling lesbians to make out so they can wank off. Gays, no ALL the LGBT+ are fucking people too. So dont give me that bullshit then start turning everything just gay or just straight to mentally wank off to. It’s degrading and dehumanising. And yes, fiction does effect reality. You crush on a fictional character? Mourn one? Support one? Hell, fuckin jerk off to one - that’s affecting reality. Remember how in fiction all blacks were treated as villians? Look how theyre treated IRL. JAWS, great classic unfortunately their was a spike in shark killings over a fucking movie - the shark in the movie wasnt even real for the most part because they dont behave like that! (Also the animatronic was so shit they genuinely had so many issues - I think they even took to naming each one! Some fun trivia there!). Tiger sharks are more nasty than great whites as tiger sharks will hunt and eat a human. Great whites prefer seals and dislike human flesh, they just mistake us for seals. Hell, theres the toothless basking shark - theyre often SWAM WITH by divers for being so friendly. Yet Jaws made people think all sharks are bloodlusting over humans. Slenderman was created for a fucking contest and that influenced a stabbing (NOT Victor’s fault). Watch a horror movie that isnt based on a real life event and tell me that at least ONE has left you peaking over your shoulder. Stella may be a bitch - we dont know for certain - but try getting cheated on. Y’know what? Try growing up in such a broken home like Octavia. Yeah reaaaaaal fucking cute now, huh? Funny how as well y’all petition for male victims to be taken seriously then laugh when fictional males experience this abuse, further adding to stigma. You can be hit on by the hottest mf on the planet but if you arent interested, that should be respected! Also we’ve all been inspired by at least one fictional character so yeah. Yknow, since I was little Ive been fighting for sex worker and homeless rights. But HH/HB treatment of both leave a bitter taste in my mouth. I’ll still fully support sex workers and the homeless, but that’s the fucking effect this show is having. Bearing in mind I wont ever share everything Ive been through - and I shouldnt fucking have to in order to be believed and validated (obvs proof is required in a legal case but that’s a whole other topic). Why should I share MY fucking pain especially when you fuckers have belittled and triggered it more so? We have our rights to our secrets but fuck ME you lot NEED to start acting appropriately and like decent fucking humans. ‘iTs HeLl’ yeah and welcome to Earth- the team and yourselves live HERE. You obide by THESE rules. And as someone with beliefs (and a LOT of ancient fucking texts and studies on this shit) their Hell isnt even a proper Hell! It’s closer to purgatory and even then it’s not. Regardless, it’s a poorly built world with the lore consistently changing per episode and tweet, with many plot holes, and is apparently easy to get into - even via accidentally watching porn according to a stream. If youre gonna parade youre a fucking expert and research into demonology and use real believed figures, at least get THAT right. In fact, Lucifer and Lilith (and Stolas tbf) are ESPECIALLY risky as theyre a lot more complex than most easy access texts will tell you. Likewise, Stolas’s first introduction and main focus is sex. He’s one of the FEW Goetia demons that dont have some involvement in relationship issues at ALL. He’s known for astrology, crystals and herbs but hes also known to aid MONEY troubles (it’s lesser known but it’s true! HB Stolas is an insult to the Prince). Turning Vodou into something evil is vile considering it’s powerful and liberated slaves. Pentagrams are nothing to do with Satan, they’re magic based sigils. Upside down cross is the symbol of a SAINT. It’s just some edgy attempt to trick people into believing they know more than they do. Also you should NEVER dabble and doodle sigils without knowing the meanings or respecting what they behold. Vox and Val, real fuckin cute way to make them look like a stupid fucking highschool drama instead of a fucking SEX TRAFFICKER (note: real pimps often target YOUNG folks too - aka minors - and groom them into sex work. Theres different types of pimp. Viv has shown barely any understanding of ‘the game’ and its a fucking insult to injury. Yes we KNOW what a fucking pimp and prozzie are! We dont need to see it. We need REAL AWARENESS.) and a fucking scheming bastard of a CEO salesman botman. And yet even THEN lets go a step further and make some yandere wuv on boyfweind aboose! Fuck off- Now I love a good anime but these tropes are getting fucking dangerous now. And unrealistic to real love and relationships. Kids nowadays know fuck all on a healthy relationship (neither did the fuckin 50s tbf) and Im seeing more romaticism and glorifying abusive situations. Like the show ‘You’. Ok, there’s a fuckin bloke online who slaughtered innocents and kidnapped yet people commented how cute he is on his IG and that they want to be kidnapped or killed by him next. Dont believe me? Look up Peter Manfredonia Connecticut and the comments people left him and then tell me why shit like whats being presented in HH/HB ISNT fucking concerning - because it is. For a series about redemption, it’s brilliant at the opposite (Quote from the creator herself, Viv has posted that it’s influencing her bad choices. Even as a joke, proof’s in the pudding). And the overall focus on sex in the way Viv does is so immature and really creepy, and this is from an ADULTS perspective. From one adult to another, Im concerned as to why any of them think this is a normal fixation. Then again they’ve hired quite a large amount of dodgy folks and even a child. Most of this shit gets avoided with a basic background check like most companies run. I DO like Hazbin. Or the premise. I love some of the cast and spite the others. In Helluva, I just like a tiny portion of the cast. And I critique it so harshly because Viv DOES need a wakeup slap, grounding to reality, people who arent going to big her up or kiss her arse for once and shape her up to be the best she can be. The actually reach and even surpass her potential. And to reach where you need to be, there’s a lot of harsh lessons youll face. That’s life. Shes chosen one of the most HEARTLESS industries and if she blocks out critique as ‘hate’ then she’s not strong enough and wont last. It’s just another unprepped YanDev again (except I dont believe Viv to be a nonce. Even with her dodgy past and dodgy present, I think her perspective on sex and relationship with sexuality is FAR from healthy BUT I dont believe she’s a pedophile. Ive bled my fair share and so far, I just think her sex perspective isnt healthy or mature for her age. But there’s little to nothing to suggest actual noncery - dont worry about accusations there. But YanDev is totally a dirty predator. Just clearing that up). Viv NEEDS some harshness and stability if she wants to do things right. And it’ll make her fucking cry but if she loves these projects as much as she claims to, then you’ll sacrifice blood, sweat and tears for that shit. Even the strongest points are mediocre at best when properly observed. She CAN do more, but she’ll have to face the harsh music. Viv wont see this, but if she does, I dont care if it upsets her. Why? Because this is that much of an issue - something she’s cultivated - that she needs to take action and not ignore it or be secretive about it. She needs to grow up and get tougher skin. Im not saying this to cause her pain. In fact, I wouldnt waste my fucking limited time if I DIDNT care. Trust me, I have duties to be met at a certain quota every single day. I say this shit only because I give a shit and care. If we met, she’d fucking hate me. But people like me are good for shaping people up to their potential. And we arent always this ‘tough love’ either. But when someone needs that level of harshness to help themselves, we’re not afraid to lose people or cause upset if the results end up being the best for them. If she ever saw this, she needs to re fucking evaluate her message, her story, and those she’s choosing to welcome into her circle. And all Im seeing is one rookie mistake after the other. Her paid patreon discord. Just like the messages Honest has posted on her side of being harassed (not in Vivs fyi), Ive experienced shit and bullying and even stay silent on their for being attacked for a group I fuckin paid to be in and yet I feel isolated. It’s all arsekissing and ‘thank you viv’ (thats an actual channel-) and it feels like a place of borderline worship and people trying to appease her 24/7 whilst kicking others with different opinions down. There’s so many I love but I aint kissin yer fuckin arse. Ask the closest friend I have - we’re fucking raw and wont just side with each other just because. We’ll call each other out if we think they’ve fucked up and then help each other build themselves up better. Because real fuckin people who actually care wont just want to be adored by you. They’ll care enough to point out your bullshit and help you, even if they upset you at the time. They’re real and upfront with you. People like us arent always the easiest to be close to either because we arent afraid of upsetting someone if it’s in their best interest and to help them. Likewise, we dont go out looking for fights either. Most times, we’re fuckin soft bastards- All this shit listed is the fuckin surface level of the real life hell of this fandom. And unsurprisingly, those who experience little to no toxicity have always been higher on that popularity ‘food chain’ - enough admirers and shared opinions that people wanna arse kiss regardless of their OWN feelings as well as neutral perspectives. I’d say you’re the lucky fans, but you’re not. You’re sheltered, and that isnt always the best way to be sadly. As for the fans. If Ive upset you. Well... I dont care. Because many of you have actively sought me out and weaponised my traumas against me. You never cared about my feelings then. Why should I care about yours? Im not doing this out of malice. Im fed up of humans behaving so pathetically yet claiming to be high and mighty. Most of you have been arseholes to those in and out of the community. The victims and non-victims alike. Hardly any of you considered once my real suffering. You put a drawing over a life. Many lives. You had the audacity to tell me Im full of shit. Some even using my real traumas to make a mockery of me and those Im around with a very similar history. Some with traumatic histories that differ from my own. You hardly ever considered the real lives of those effected. So no, Im not sorry for having the fucking balls to this day to still stand up for our rights and give us a voice that’s long been stolen. Im not sorry for being a fucking victim. Im not sorry for saying what desperately NEEDS voicing. And Im not sorry for not conforming to you or any fandom just to belong. We deserve better than to constantly be your fuckin arse monkeys (well... the trope is butt monkey but yknow-) and to be mistreated, misrepresented and harmed by you. You’re no different to the school bullies who give speeches on anti-bullying day. And I hope every single one of you starts looking into yourselves and improving. PS: Depending on the texts you read, Lucifer is said to have been redeemed or to be redeemed. Fun fact to haunt yalls with~ “

[alexiethymia]

a matter of time till the flowers bloom

title: a matter of time till the flowers bloom fandom: Secret Garden (2010) Korean Drama pairing: Kim Joo-Won/Gil Ra-Im notes: Because of all of the hype surrounding Hyun Bin lately it made me want to re-watch my favorite kdrama and I just had to write a fic for it even if it's not likely anyone will read it

summary: they meet thirteen years earlier than planned but nothing much has changed. Kim Joo-Won still finds himself smitten with Gil Ra-Im. the time may change, but that stays the same. 

or the AU where Gil Ra-Im’s father had lived and he introduces Kim Joo-Won to his daughter like he promised. 

When we get out of here, I’ll introduce you to my Ra-Im. She’s so pretty that you’ll faint.

It’s not hard for Joo-Won to request that the firefighter that saved him be treated in the same high-class hospital room as him without the latter knowing. After all, it’s the least he could do.

 He’s still being treated for his ankle with Ahjussi – Gil Ik-seon, he later tells him – right beside him, when the hospital doors burst open and a high school girl with a tear streaked face, all but tackles the firefighter he owes his life to.

 Ah, this must be the daughter he’s already heard so much about.

 He should be more sensitive to her plight. After all, she was a turn of fate away from losing her father, and with that thought, Joo-Won is back in that moment looking at Mr. Gil Ik-seon in that cramped elevator and thinking he’d see someone die in front of him without being able to do anything about it.

 But all that comes out of his mouth is –

 “Ah, ah, what’s this Ahjussi? You said your daughter would be so pretty that I’d faint. All I can see is an ugly face that’s even uglier when it cries.”

 He really doesn’t know why he’s insulting his savior’s daughter, only that he can’t stand to see her cry.

 For what it’s worth, it works, because although there are still tear tracks on her face, she glares at him with so much fire in her eyes.

 The machines in the hospital must be faulty because he’s suddenly finding it hard to breathe.

She comes by often – Gil Ra-Im, after her death stare her father had introduced them– a cheerful ‘Appa, I’m here!’ to her dad, and more glares for him.

 He has too much respect for Mr. Gil Ik-seon but he can’t help wanting to rile up his daughter, and he doesn’t even know the reason why.

 One day she comes by with home made food and out of the corner of his eye, he sees Secretary Kang bring in the high-class hospital food from near the doorway. He shooes the man away with his eyes when she’s not looking and whines about not having food.

 “What, none for me? I’m a sick man you know. Shouldn’t you be feeding me?”

 “Are you really too poor that you can’t even afford your own meals?” is her tart response.

 “What?!” If only she knew who he was…”You can’t treat me that way. If only you knew who I was, later on you’d say ‘Oh I was actually in the same room as that guy!’, that’s what you’d say.”

 “Now, now Ra-Im, let’s share some of our food. Don’t deprive me of the chance to boast about my daughter’s cooking!”

 She’s disgruntled but follows her father’s orders. He pretends he can’t even lift his arms and opens up his mouth.

 “Ahhh…”

 “You’re crazy if you think I’ll feed you! Do you want your fifth vertebrae to become your sixth!?”

 “What? You can’t be violent against a sick person.”

 “Now, now, Ra-Im…”

 She eventually does it, hand-feeding him, but it would have been better without that disgusted look on her face. Now, it wouldn’t be a stretch to say that Joo-Won has eaten from five star restaurants, dishes prepared with the finest ingredients and the most skilled of chefs, and yet this meal prepared by this ordinary girl, there’s no other word for it. It’s –

 “Delicious.”

 She looks skeptical at first, but he keeps his face serious, and then he’s rewarded with the most brilliant smile.

 “Really? It’s really delicious?” She giggles for once looking like the high school girl she is, and with her sparkling eyes, he can finally see what Ahjussi meant.

 For once in his twenty-one years of existence, he’s struck dumb.

 He drives them both home personally – waving off Secretary Kang’s concerns that his ankle wasn’t well enough and that his mother would kill him for letting him drive in his condition, but that’s Secretary Kang’s problem, not his. He drives them both to a run-down place, the kind you see on the background of one of those National Geographic documentaries, and he thinks this isn’t right.

 Shouldn’t someone have been by to compensate the Gil family already? He thinks, even a new house wouldn’t be enough.

 They invite him in and though he doesn’t even know anyone personally who rents, he can’t find it in himself to say no.

 He remedies it the next day, presenting new appliances – vacuum cleaner, washing machine, flat screen TV, the works – on their doorstep with a flourish. They’re all from grandfather’s department store so it wasn’t much.

 By their astounded faces, he can tell he’s shocked them; yes this is who he really is – scion and future CEO of Loel Department Store – not some mooching patient.

 Discreetly, he looks at Gil Ra-Im’s face, but his satisfaction is short-lived as her surprise turns to consternation.

 Ahjussi speaks first. “Joo-Won…We appreciate the gesture, we really do, but I didn’t save your life so I could get all of this.”

 He knows this, and he knows whatever he’s giving them doesn’t even compare.

 Later on, even Ra-Im pulls him aside.

 “For Appa, whether you’re some bigshot son of a wealthy family or even if you were some homeless man with tacky tastes in track suits (‘Listen you…!’), a life is a life that’s precious. And also he told me what happened. He said you saved him and that you wouldn’t let go. I should thank you for that. Kamsahamnida!”

 She bows formally and Joo-Won is a confused mess of emotions. What is she acting all shy for now after hitting him constantly for his annoying comments in the hospital? It leaves him giddy seeing her act cute, but also apprehensive because it seems like they’re distant strangers.

 Why must the Gil family be so hard to thank?

 “Well if there’s one thing you could do for me. I was wanting to watch my daughter’s Taekwondo match. Would you want to come with me?”

 If playing chauffeur is the only thanks they’ll accept, then Joo-Won will take what he can get.

 Gil Ra-Im is a marvel of motion and deathly grace. She brings down men twice her size with ease. Sweat flows off her brow with every kick and strike.

 Joo-Won can’t even blink. It looks like she’s sparkling. He is fascinated, enraptured, captivated.

 “That’s my daughter,” says Ahjussi with pride.

 She must be a health hazard and no one told him. Why else does she make it so hard for him to breathe? At this rate, he really will faint.

 “Hey Ji-Hyun, what does it mean that I can’t take my eyes off of someone who could probably break every bone in my body? You know me I prefer the intellectual type. And what does it mean that I actually look forward to when she hits me?”

 “Wow, we haven’t even broken up for more than four months and here you go talking about another girl in front of me.”

 “You’re the one who dumped me.” Joo-Won points out helpfully.

 ‘It’s not as if you look that broken up about it’ Ji-Hyun thinks, but doesn’t say. “We’re better off as friends.”

 “Anyway, if I thought you actually had the capacity for it, I’d think you were in love.”

 Joo-Won snorts in disbelief.

 He offers to drive her to her school since it’s on the way to his University. He opens the door and tells her to get in.

 “Are you really crazy? What would people think if I was driven to school in a sports car. No thanks. I’ll ride the bus.”

 “Most high school girls would go ‘kyaaa’ at this rare opportunity, You’d be the envy of everyone, having a handsome university student like me drive you to school. “

 At that, she just rolls her eyes, leaves him gaping as she gets on the bus.

 The one time she agrees because she was running late, she demands to drive, and again Joo-Won doesn’t know what compels him to entrust his precious car’s keys to her, but it’s one experience he never wants to relieve again.

 Ever.

 With the pretext of paying back his debt, he visits them often, Ahjussi and Gil Ra-Im

 “I’m very exacting about these things.”

 Ra-Im rarely accepts getting driven to places and forget about handing Ahjussi any money. Instead he pays for when they go out to eat rinds, much to his disgust.

 “Don’t melt it. Chew it and swallow like a man.”

 Funnily enough, it’s Gil Ra-Im who constantly says that while Ahjussi just laughs at him.

 He wonders how many rind sessions it’ll be but they pay for the meals as many times as he does, not to mention he always has a place at their table whenever he drops by for dinner. At this rate, paying the debt is slow-going, but Joo-Won finds he doesn’t mind.

 One night, he doesn’t realize how much time has passed and how many soju they’d consumed. Maybe it’s not his place to say but –

 “Ahjussi, should Ra-Im really be drinking?”

 Ra-Im scowls at him as expected but Ahjussi just laughs good-naturedly. “It’s medicinal, don’t worry.”

 Joo-Won raises an eyebrow at that but lets it go, long ago accepting that he’ll never understand the workings of the Gil family.

 It’s really late and he’s drunk, so Ahjussi doesn’t let him go home and offers him a place to sleep in their living room. Again, Joo-Won has only slept on silk sheets and down pillows imported from Europe, but he still accepts the offer.

 “Wait for a bit, I’ll just bring Ra-Im to her room.”

 “Don’t worry Ahjussi, let me do it.” Joo-Won picks her up easily, and for all of her tough talk, she weighs as light as a feather. He places her on her bed and places her stuffed toys near her. If he’s staring at her for a bit too long, well that’s just because he’s drunk. There’s a furrow in her eyebrow that makes his own furrow so he eases it away with his finger until her face rests peacefully again.

 A soft smile touches his own features though he doesn’t notice it.

 “Sweet dreams, Ra-Im.”

 Joo-won’s body is in a jacuzzi pool in Deoksan but his mind is in a run-down apartment in Seoul. In his mouth is the taste of caviar, but he can’t help but wish for the taste of home-made tteokbokki. Physically he is present, laughing while being surrounded by pretty girls near his ideal sizes, but in his mind he can’t help but criticize.

 Her skin is too smooth and fair. A bit darker would be nice.

 Her hair is too long, a bob cut would be more chic.

 Her legs are too thin. It’d be better if she had more muscle.

 One of the said pretty girls caresses his arm. “Isn’t this fun, Joo-Won?” Her eyes don’t sparkle.

 Joo-Won thinks of arguing over rinds, watching some late night drama, a hand on his shoulder and a curt but sweet voice, as they both tell him to take care in going home and drive safely.

 The girl is waiting for a response. He smiles blankly. “Yeah, it’s fun.”

 Choi Woo-young has been a thorn at his side at worst and an annoying Hyung at best. But never before has he had this visceral feeling of wanting to bury him where he could never be found. Until now.

 “A fan you say? Why, my dongsae should’ve have introduced us sooner so I would’ve found out I had such a charming fan!”

 “Never on your life,” mutters Joo-Won under his breath.

 In the first place, they only found themselves in this situation because Woo-young was following him.

 “I was only worried about you!”

 “You’ll be hearing from my lawyer.”

 He never wanted for them to meet anyway, but to make matters worse Gil Ra-Im is apparently a fan of ‘Oska’.

 This is the first time he’s seen her this way. Ra-Im has stars in her eyes and is honestly twirling her hair and popping her foot like in a classic Hollywood movie. It’s sickening. If there’s anyone who should see her like that, it should only be him.

 “Can I call you Oppa?”

 “Of course!”

 “Hyung, if you don’t leave in three seconds, I’ll leak to the media outlets some very interesting photos I have. An artist just beginning his music career wouldn’t want that kind of scandal right?”

 “You’re a demon.”

 “2 seconds.”

 After he’s finally, finally, left, Joo-Won doesn’t waste time. He whirls on Ra-Im, face livid.

 “Oppa?! I should be the one. You should be calling me, Joo-Won Oppa!” He knows he sounds childish, but he doesn’t care.

 “Never.” She has the gall to stick out her tongue at him. No, no way. She had no right to act this cute after what she just pulled.

 Later after Choi Woo-young gets to know Ra-Im better - much to Joo-Won’s frustration- he pulls him aside to talk to him.

 For once Joo-Won actually listens because his Hyung never sounds this serious.

 “I wasn’t joking when I said I was worried. Your friends say you haven’t been around much lately. What kind of healthy twenty-one year old doesn’t go to parties? You should be having the best time of your life. Is it the accident? Are there still some side-effects?”

 Joo-Won waves off his Hyung’s concerns. “I’m fine. There’s no need to make a fuss.”

 “Well it looks like it. You seem happier and more, I don’t know if peaceful is the word. So, where have you been lately?”

 “You know that fireman who saved me? The girl you met, Gil Ra-Im, that’s his daughter. I’ve just been visiting them.”

 “So I’ve heard. Whenever we meet, Miss Ra-Im is always complaining about you sticking around. She’s said it’s like they’ve adopted a stray dog or something.” He laughs boisterously. What Woo-young doesn’t tell Joo-Won though is how Miss Ra-Im looked when she said it, contented, with a secret smile on her face. His Dongsae’s head doesn’t need to get bigger than it is.

 Predictably, Joo-Won fumes, “That brat…!”

 “So does that mean you? And her?” Woo-young leaves it open-ended, free for Joo-Won to interpret however he sees fit.

 “What are you talking about Hyung?” He laughs, but it only sounds fake to Woo-young’s ears. “I’m just playing around with her.”

 “I’ll tell on you!” He can’t believe what he’s hearing.

 “Go ahead. It won’t make a difference to her.”

 For all that this is nothing new for Joo-Won, careless as he is with other people’s feelings, Woo-young wouldn’t be so worried if this was a ‘playing around’ that he recognized.

 When Joo-Won played around, it involved candle lit dinners and expensive dates. Woo-young doesn’t recognize this playing around that involves him visiting a girl and her father, and having meals with them. Woo-young sincerely wonders if Joo-Won even recognizes the painful domesticity of it.

 As a Hyung, he can’t help but worry.

 Ahjussi texts him to ask for a favor, probably the only one he has ever asked of him.

 Ah-young is out on a trip so could he stay with Ra-Im for tonight since it looks like he’ll be late in coming home. (He’s met Ah-young, Ra-Im’s best friend once before. She exclaimed ‘omo, omo’ and shook Ra-Im’s shoulder excitedly when they’d met. That is how girls react when meeting him. Ra-Im is just a strange and fascinating anomaly.)

 He was expecting a scowl to greet him when she opened the door. He’d actually revel in it. Instead what he gets is a split second where her face falls when she realizes it isn’t her dad at the door. That hurt more.

 She tries to keep herself together, pretending everything is normal, throwing insults his way, and yet preparing his meal for him. But Joo-Won can see right through her. He’ll take angry Ra-Im, annoyed Ra-Im, a fawning Ra-Im any day over this withdrawn and scared girl. It reminds him of when they first met.

 He plays along with the motions. He says something that makes her throw a punch, an insult no doubt, but he misses his cue, because instead of avoiding it, as he would’ve done, he catches it, and pulls her in for a tight hug.

 She struggles, though even that is weak.

 “I understand that you’re worried.” He whispers it on her hair, and hugs her tighter. She stops trying to escape. “I’m worried too. But I’m here. You’re not alone. We’ll wait for him together.”

 How can he explain to her? That moment that he saw in her father’s eyes that he was willing to let go because he would be dragging Joo-Won down with him. It was just a flip of a chance, but there could’ve been a world where Ra-Im was without a father and it’d all be his fault. So though he doesn’t understand this obnoxious, infuriating, astounding, precious girl half the time, he can confidently say, he understands what she’s going through right at this moment.

 Miracle of miracles, she hugs him back, tight as he is hugging her.

 It slips out.

 “I love you with all my heart.”

 She stills.

 “Your father wanted me to pass his words on to you.”

 And relaxes.

 Meanwhile, Joo-Won is the opposite. Because those may have been her father’s words, but the emotion behind it is all his.

 They don’t eat dinner yet. Knees drawn, her fisted hand enclosed in his, and his thumb running soothing circles over it, they wait together.

 They wait together, and pray for rain.

Would your father have liked me?

 Definitely not. What kind of father would like a guy who always looks down on his daughter and makes her cry.

 Gil Ik-seon likes Kim Joo-Won. The boy has good intentions even if he goes the wrong way about it. He’s insistent on thanking him and standing by his principles no matter what those principles may be.

 But more importantly, he likes Kim Joo-Won because he loves Ra-Im. The most precious thing in the world to Gil Ik-seon is his daughter. And because Ra-Im is the most precious to him, he likes Kim Joo-Won.

 For all of Ra-Im’s scathing words against him, Kim Joo-Won makes it so her sad eyes aren’t so sad anymore, even if as a result they become angry instead.

 But often she’ll also ask, “Is moron coming by over today Appa? I need to know if I need to make extra servings.” She says it as if it was too troublesome to do so, but he still catches her small smile whenever Joo-Won drops by.

 So Gil Ik-Seon likes Kim Jo-Woon, and he’s sure Ra-Im likes him too. 

[headquarters90]

Grateful (Warrior of the Source 12)

Pairing: Darkiplier x French Goddess!Reader, Reader x Original Characters (Platonic/Family), Reader x Greek Gods/Goddesses!Characters

Words: 1,747 words

Warnings: Mental disorders

A/N: Hello, yes, another author’s note. However, this is a rather important one. There is a piece of a book within this part. I did not take it from a popular book nor did I take it from a book written by anyone but myself. The book mentioned is actually my book. You can read the book here. Please do not steal it. JadeDarrow

Series Masterlist

“Oh, you have so many guests, Y/N!” Thana, the French Goddess of Rebirth and your mother, exclaimed as she stepped into your dining room with your father, Thomas, in tow. “Hello, sister dear.”

“Thana,” Bellatrix greeted warmly as she kissed her cheeks. “You know well why she has so many guests.”

“Yes, yes. I know, sis. André, I hope you’ve been treating my Ange good,” Thana grinned as she hugged the Sin.

“Always, Thana.”

“And you must be Darkiplier.” Thana turned towards the entity and your eyes shot to Bellatrix before shifting to Angel who shifted on her feet.

Anti snorted beside you and you turned to stare at him as he grinned down at you.

“And you must be Anti,” she added and you stuck your tongue out at him as he looked at your mother. “I must say, calling my oldest doll can bring on a warning.”

“Mama,” you spoke, shaking your head. “He means nothing by it. Don’t make papa or the uncles suddenly feel the need to protect me.”

“Protect you from who?” Jean-Paul, the French God of the Sun and King, questioned as he appeared with Christina by his side.

“What is this about protecting?” Philippe, the French God of Sexual Longing and twin brother of Thomas, questioned and you sighed, taking your seat at the head of the table.

“Ares better not show,” Jean-Paul spoke, taking his seat beside Christina as he eyed the other end of the table.

“Ares and I separated, Uncle. I thought you knew?” You questioned, watching as others took their seats before your eyes lifted to Dark who scowled at the last reminding seat – the end of the table.

You got to be kidding me.

Your eyes moved to Hades who shrugged in response, settling in his seat beside Bellatrix.

“Ares wasn’t good for you anyways, dear.” Eva, the French Goddess of Life, patted your hand gently and you smiled at your aunt.

“He was just needed for the Great War, Auntie,” Angel snorted.

Soon, the dishes were served and your family and guests chattered among themselves.

Every Wednesday was a family dinner. It was your mother and aunt’s way of reentering the family after Bellatrix had brought them back during the Great War. You were often reminded just how big your family way.

You had your parents – Thana and Thomas, your aunts – Bellatrix and Eva, and your uncles – Jean-Paul, Philippe, and Pierre. Then there was your cousins – Juliette and Jean-Louis, your sister – Angel, and your cousins’ father – Christopher. And that doesn’t include the lovers a majority of them have. Eva and Christopher were the only twos – beside you – without lovers.

“Y/N, darling?”

Your eyes shot to your mother whose face held worry and you winced softly at the sight. One thing you found yourself constantly doing was worrying her. Ever since she was brought back, her focus had been on you and you wondered sometimes if Angel resented that but your mother always made sure to let your sister know she was included in everything the two of you did.

“Sorry, what were you saying?”

“Your father asked if you were looking for anyone,” she spoke and your eyes turned to your father who raised an eyebrow at the question, a secret smirk on his lips and you pursed yours.

“Not actively, no,” you answered.

“I have someone you might want to meet then.”

“Papa, I rather not. They’ll...expect too much from me since I am your daughter.”

“No, no. Not one of my friends, princesse. Zeus introduced me to him. I think you’ll have a lot of common with him. What was his name, Zeus? He’s your son.”

“Are you talking about Apollo?” Zeus questioned, looking over at Thomas.

“Apollo! Yes! He’s similar to you but different as well. You might like him,” Thomas spoke. “Wouldn’t you say, Juliette?”

“Apollo? Yeah, he seems like someone Y/N would get along with. May take them a while to be more than just fri-”

“If you’ll excuse me, I have better things to do than listen to some Goddess’ love life I don’t care for,” Dark deadpanned as he stood from his spot and your eyes lifted to his.

“Being a bit defensive there, buddy,” Anti commented and Dark glared at him, his hands raising in the air. “Just saying.”

“It would be wise to watch what you say,” Jean-Paul warned.

“I don’t care, foolish God.”

“Listen here-”

“Go, Dark, before you cause any trouble,” you spoke quick and fast, your uncle’s eyes snapping to you in annoyance as Dark rolled his eyes at your statement, turning to leaving. “Anyone else is free to go.”

“You just excused all your guests there, doll,” Anti snorted.

“All but you, apparently, Anti.”

Anti sent you a smirk as he leaned against his chair, waiting until only him and your family remained in the room.

“That’s because I know, doll.”

“Knows what?” Jean-Paul questioned.

“He knows?” Angel questioned, turning towards you. “He knows and you looked at me for telling mama.”

“He read the book before I could hide it.”

“Knows what?” Your uncle repeated in annoyance and Bellatrix sighed, rubbing her forehead.

“That Dark is one of three,” Anti butted in, the smirk still on his lips. “I can always speak to him for ya, doll.”

“I am not having this discussion in front of my family or with you,” you spoke, standing from your chair before wincing softly at the look of Thana’s face. “Mama-”

“You’re different than the Goddess from the Great War, my Fleur,” she stated, looking at you. “Different than the Goddess from a month ago even. More firm, more outspoken, more...daring. It’s impressive.”

“Im...pressive?” You questioned slowly, furrowing your eyebrows. “Impressive?”

You watched as a grin found your mother’s lips and you shook your head, your eyes drifting towards the doorway before taking your seat again.

“Let’s finish the meal,” you murmured, picking up the wine glass and bringing it to your lips.

~

A sigh left your lips as you opened your eyes, glancing towards the clock on your nightstand – 1:26AM. You’ve been trying to sleep since the family gathering ended at 11PM. You were falling back into old habits and you wanted to prevent it from happening but was failing.

Heaving another sigh, you sat up. Your feet touched the cold tile of your bedroom as you stood, your hand flying over an unlit candle that soon lit as you picked it up. You knew where you were going. You disappeared there every day on almost every hour. The one place you could find comfort.

Your eyes fell to the light that dimly shined underneath the doors of your library and tilted your head before you pushed it up, your eyes meeting Dark’s as his lifted to see who was entering.

“Not even in the dead of night can I escape you,” Dark scoffed and a frown found your lips but you made no comment, heading towards the corner nook.

Sitting down, you placed the candle on the windowsill and your eyes fell towards the book you had been reading – rereading actually. The one ability that you had yet to learn to control was the ability to know everything written in a book with one touch. A blessing and a curse.

Your sister had gifted you with a tablet, all your favorite books and more within it, but it wasn’t the same as reading with a physical copy of the book in your hand. You missed being able to turn the page because you wanted to know what was going on. You wanted to be able to exclaim “just one more chapter.” You could still get lost in a book – that was something that was never going to change. You just wished you had the same surprised as everyone else did when they read books with plot twists.

With a sigh, you turned your eyes towards the night sky above.

“I suffer from insomnia most nights,” you answered to the silent question as you felt his eyes glance towards you once more. “Some nights I’m up because of nightmares. They’re the main reason I suffer from insomnia, actually.”

“I don’t care.”

“I know.”

You needed to find another get away, another hobby that would let you leave reality. Maybe you should take up creative writing. Angel suggested that a time or two. You read enough to be able too but where would you start?

“It all started with the homeless. All governments declared that there were too many people in the world and to "cut back" on that, they were going to eliminate the homeless. Creating fewer people and completely wiping the homeless population. Their way of eliminating the homeless was brutal. They set up arenas throughout the countries and it was one on one fighting. Each country has a winner that was able to finally live off the streets. The winner was given unlimited access to anything they wanted and their new house was part of the rich communities.”

Your eyes shot to the entity, his own eyes on the pages of a book you had never seen before. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion and your mouth opened to speak but he didn’t stop.

“Everyone knew what was coming. The rich were finally eliminating those they deemed unworthy, which was everyone that was below them. Middle-class to the homeless. Soon after the homeless were eliminated, the world was split into two categories. Locuples and Parvulus, Latin words that many have lost the meaning of. Ironically, fantasy books had been writing about these sorts of things,” he continued and you found yourself closing your mouth, choosing to listen instead of comment.

“One person decided to split the world to "protect" it and then years after doing so, someone, usually, a girl, makes the big impact to change it. I've read books like it before. I still do. I'm a Parvulus and Parvulus' themselves have certain aspects they most do. Men do the hard labor while women do the other stuff. My mother runs the local bookstore while my father runs a construction company, both are funded by a sponsor who is a Locuples. My twin sister and I help my mother ran the bookstore.”

Your eyes returned to the sky above as a small smile found its way to your lips as he continued to read aloud. You don’t know where it suddenly came from but you were grateful. You needed it.

[molllyhernandez]

RUNAWAYS SEASON 2 TEASER SHOT BY SHOT RUNDOWN

well.....shit

I’m going to assume this is the “life form” the parents were being tricked into digging for. i can’t really tell who all is getting flung backwards. i’m not sure if it’s the parents or the Runaways because only one of the parents really has any sort of power or ability to fight Jonah, but it also looks like there are way more than 6 kids present

“They’re our parents...how could they be such monsters?” yeah they pretty much suck

Yeah fuck you all (except the Yorkes’ y’all are just kind of idiots)

AND FUCK YOU MOST OF ALL GOOD SIR (that weird ashy part of his face looks similar to how his body looks when he’s weak and has not gotten a sacrifice. i.e. while he was lying in bed and the scene in the final episode with Frank when he pulls back his sleeve)

IM ABOUT TO SQUARE TF UP WITH WHOEVER MADE YOU SHED A SINGLE TEAR (please just let her be happy this season)

Why is it so hard to let them be happy? (also important to note that it looks like maybe they have not found the Hovel yet since all these shots look to be outside...it’ll be interesting to see how long it takes them. I also want to know why there are so many people sort of standing around her)

“We can fix the world that they broke” yeS MY BEAUTIFUL GAY RAINBOW CHILD I MISSED YOU

Those sort of look like tents in the background? I think they may hang out in a homeless community for a little bit RIGHT after they run away. This theory is backed up by the next screen cap-

You can clearly see the tents in the background with people in them. I think that the season will pick back up immediately after they start running in the last few seconds of season 1. They’ll chill in a homeless community until they eventually go off and find the Hostel.

All 4 of the past shots seem to be in the same lighting as well (Molly crying, Gert’s face, Nico and Karolina talking, Chase and Alex) so buckle in for an emotional Runaways talk around the fire :-)

Bless you

I’m guessing the Hostel will be somewhere near the observatory up in the mountains if they don’t outright use the observatory as their base (in the comics, the Hostel was an abandoned hotel, but they could certainly take some creative liberties with this)

They’re still in the same clothes (which doesn’t tell us much because they did sort of just take off without anything) as when they raid the thrift store but thERE IT IS, THERE IS THE HOSTEL IM SO READY

Look how strong and beautiful :’)

Here, it looks very much like an abandoned hotel so i’m thinking they’ll pretty much keep this aspect the same

Ugh this whole plot of them finally being runaways on their own with only each other is going to be so amazing and open up so many opportunities for character relationships (if you know anything about me you know I’m beyond excited for the Chase/Molly, brother/sister dynamic that’s so prevalent in the comics)

(”No, you’re not the light of the world but you shine on me”) I am: concerned but also happy bc look at my rainbow baby with her hands all lit up wow

His outfit has changed here but I have no idea what’s going on with that package? Not to be That Bitch but everything Alex does highkey makes me suspicious so...

She’s learning how to control the staff and my heart is exploding. Also her oUTFIT WOW SHE LOOKS AMAZING????

yeeEEESSSSS

Hooooooly shit molly can flip a while damn car now-

AND NOT EVEN HAVE TO FALL ASLEEP? AN ICON (high key my favorite shot in the entire trailer look at my badass baby)

Project this on my grave, thanks

“Nothing is more important than knowing who...what you are” KAROLINA’S ORIGINS PLOT LINE LETS GOOOO. Tbh this season seems like it’s going to be very Karolina heavy and I’m living for it

Fuck u x2 :-)

Everything about this shot is beautiful, HOWEVER the context is what’s confusing to me. Did Karolina just agree to meet up with Jonah? Did he find them? And why does she look confused as to why she’s glowing, I’ll be pissed if Jonah can somehow activate Karolina’s power on his own

At first glance, it looked like Karolina was fighting Nico, but this brief shot shows that this is not the case-

She is clearly fighting Mrs. Minoru. However, I am confused because in the screenshot before, you can see Nico holding what looks to be her staff (which she also has in the shot 10 screencaps ago, apparently AFTER they find the Hostle) but Mrs. Minoru has one of her own

OK so here we have new mystery guy that has been filming with the cast. He’s obviously a mutant (based on his eyes) and if I had to guess, this may be the character of Topher, who is in the comic and whose story-line I will not spoil for those of you that have not read

“GET DOWN” is concerning, but the next few shots look to all be from the same scene, an airport. Chase looks like he’s jumping out of a luggage trolley here

Same setting I believe, she may be coming out of the luggage trolley as well

It looks like they’re specifically trying to stop this plane

If this trick ass bitch doesn’t stop shooting at my babies in .4 seconds someone is dying

I can’t tell who is in the car but it sort of looks like the same car from the other shots that the Runaways are driving around in

Alex saving some girl from the shot. Not sure who the foot behind the door belongs to but it sort of looks like a Molly shoe

This is The Car, but the steering wheel???? Is on the right side of the car???? The background also looks like the same setting as Karolina battling Mrs. Minoru

I’m not even going to try and unravel the context of this scene but whoever threw Molly like this...your mom’s a hoe

Old Lace attacking someone on a bike? You can see the Runaways right next to the hill down the road, so presumably this person was following them

I’m just confused as to where they’re going on bikes? Based on their outfits, it looks like this may be the same day they discover the Hostel (Also Alex’s scooter I’m cackling)

Who tf is this and why does he have the fisticons on his hands?

Looks like Gert’s driving and someone please get her some driving lessons 

I’m wondering if the shootout turns into this car chase let them fuckin breathe

SHE’S CRYING AND SCREAMING “NO” IM SO WORRIED THIS IS GERT’S DEATH SCENE?

However, my theory that this may possibly be Gert’s death scene is really thrown by this shot? It’s obviously the same lighting as the previous shot and Molly is almost smiling here

This lighting is the same as well and come to think about it, it almost looks similar to the very first shot of the trailer with Jonah. They’re obviously back at the construction site here. Nico’s scream and face worries me PLEASE DO NOT KILL GERT

I seriously cannot wait for them to start training and mastering their various powers

HELL YEAH

My body will not rest until I get stronger Gertchase content than this (however Gert’s outfit is so cute SO)

stOP STARING AT HER LIKE THAT YOU SMUG LITTLE ASS IM GOING TO BUST A LUNG

Oh my God this season looks amazing, I’m so excited

[lonelypond]

Au Yeah August: NicoWinko

Love Live, NicoMaki 1.3K

Summay: Top Idol NicoNi heads out for an anonymous day in Tokyo. How will her fans react? How fast will the social media mentions happen?

#NICOWINKO

THE REAL NICO @NicoNi 9:15 a.m.

Nico Ni is so famous she can’t go anywhere without SO MANY fans screaming ＼＼\\୧( ⁼̴̶̤̀ω⁼̴̶̤́ )૭ //／／

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@NicoNi 9:16 a.m. 32 or you don’t come home

@NozyItAll 9:18 a.m. Fuck you

@NicoNi 9:19 a.m. (∩╹□╹∩) Language

@NozyItAll 9:22 a.m. (ﾉ｀□´)ﾉ⌒┻━┻

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THE REAL NICO @NicoNi 9:40 a.m. NicoNi’s schedule is super busy today, too busy for autographs. So if you see Nico in Tokyo, just wink. #NicoWinko

Hand Me My Panda @redhotcute2x 10:01 a.m. OMG OMG OMG #NicoNi

Nico Is My Waifu No More @bouncebaby Hey fam, just saw #NicoNi, but she wouldn’t Nico Nico Ni for me. #niconipartyisover #lame #loser

THE REAL NICO @NicoNi 10:48 a.m. So where does the cutest Idol in the Universe eat brunch? Can you spot Nico? #NicoWinko

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@NicoNi 10:49 a.m. CHEATING

@NozyItAll 10:50 a.m. Nope

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Ally My Pretty Ponies @strangerdanger43 11:21 a.m. #NicoNi was just eating a disgusting pile of calories. She’s going to be SO fat.

TomokoPop @tomokopop 11:32 a.m. #NicoNi signed my menu after I spotted her in her disguise. It’s so cute. THE BUNNY EARS ､., ⌒ ､., ⌒ ､., ⌒ ､., ⌒ ､., ⌒ ､., ⌒￣(=∵=)￣ #NicoWinko

Ryko @RckKyttn 12:09 p.m. i think that fuckin #niconi mouthbreather just shoved me into traffic what a beyatch

KpoppinQueen @kewpie9000 12:38 p.m. Didn’t know #NicoNi had any taste at all. Just saw her in JINS

Nao’s Mum @pinkpursepuppy5 1:10 p.m. Celebrities are in super shopping mode today. Just saw #NicoNi in the crowd. She is so tiny.

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@NicoNi 1:11 p.m. You’re so tiny, especially in the breastage ; P

@NozyItAll 1:12 p.m. FUCK OFF 凸( •̀_•́ )凸

@NicoNi 1:13 p.m. How are you ever going to get a date?

@NozyItAll 1:14 p.m. Nico does a’ight

@NicoNi 1:16 p.m. Can I quote you on that?

@NozyItAll 1:17 p.m. (눈_눈)

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Carly Roy @songburger78 1:19 p.m. #NICONI SAID FUCK LIKE 5000 TIMES AND IT’S MY NEW RINGTONE

Mayu @mayuaboutyou__ 1:28 p.m. Just saw #NicoNi at #IronCoffee; her affogato was as tall as she was (o>艸<)

Man of Mystery @notyourfriendx 1:29 p.m. #NicoNi paid for everyone’s drink at #IronCoffee. SHE”S THE COOLEST!

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@NozyItAll 1:35 p.m. Nico’s the coolest (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

@NicoNi 1:36 p.m. Still can’t get a date

@NozyItAll 1:40 p.m. Harass Eli

@NicoNi 1:41 p.m. She’s at rehearsal. SO I”M BORED. And you’re still a virgin.

@NozyItAll 1:44 p.m. DELETE THAT

@NicoNi 1:45 p.m. It’s a DM; calm down.

@NozyItAll 1:46 p.m. DELETE THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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SamaraGrey @samuraicheesewhiz 1:49 p.m. I THOUGHT I WAS CRAZY BUT #NICONI WAS IN AN ALLEY CURSING SOMEBODY OUT OVER HER PHONE. She looked like she was going to explode ( #`⌂´)/┌┛

Ai @realorlost20now 2:32 p.m. Was going to be depressed and buy the boring boy shoes but #NicoNi frowned and pointed at the cutest pinkest girliest glittery kicks on the planet and I have never felt so SEEN. THANK YOU NICO NI! #NicoNiisanangel

RandomPanda @randompandemonium 2:41 p.m. I saw this girl who looked like #niconi but SO MUCH CUTER ｡;+*(★`∪´☆)*+;｡ like I almost asked for her number #coward #socute #dateme #saveme

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@NicoNi 2:43 p.m. Probably wasn’t even you.

@NozyItAll 2:48 p.m. Of course it was And it still counts

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Tai @dozydumpling 3:50 p.m. They played #NicoFukkinNi’s Kiss-O-Gram all through lunch at my best ramen shop; turns out she was there. I asked for a refund. #kaching

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@NozyItAll 3:55 p.m. Counting it 14

@NicoNi 3:56 p.m. Not even halfway yet tsk tsk, Nico-chi

@NozyItAll 3:57 p.m. Bite me

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Saki @sakuraspringsteen 4:30 p.m. #NICONI’S LIPS are so SWOON-WORTHY. I was soooooo close. She was soooooooo pretty. She couldn’t decide between Pinkerton and Pash Plum and she asked me then SHE KISSED MY SHIRT COLLAR #neverwashingthisshirt #NicoWinko

Saki @sakuraspringsteen 4:32 p.m. I bought Pinketon too. Just like #NicoNi

DynaBo @robotwaifus4all z 4:48 p.m. wHy Do ceLebrIteS eVeN bREaThe??? #nIcOnI’s shoPiNg eVEryBodies a bRAindEad zOMbu bOdeE #cELeBriTYsUcK

Jas @jaycute4life 5:15 p.m. #NicoNi’s a fuckin’ SuperDude, walks into a store in one outfit waks out in another with glasses.

KalKata @nohomenofouls 5:31 p.m. @jaycute4life So whAt’s #niconi’s superpower

Jas @jaycute4life 5:36 p.m. @nohomenofouls HOTNESS obv cause that vOicE (x_x☆ wish I’d had xray vision dude

Eun-Yeong @kimcheecuteee 6:02 p.m. Just saw BLINGY pink sunglasses the size of a chihauaha. Was that #NicoNi? #nicono #justno

Yuki @streetsmartz17 6:40 p.m. My first sighting of the new FUMIKA_UCHIDA collection and it’s on #NicoNi #impressed #tokyofashion Yuki @streetsmartz17 0 6:41 p.m. #NicoNi we love you but lose the glasses

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@NicoNi 6:42 p.m. Next time, only 1 #NicoNi per account

@NozyItAll 6:47 p.m. Not fair; Nico’s fans are loyal

@NicoNi 6:49 p.m. “That voice” *giggles*

@NozyItAll 6:50 p.m. Nico would bet you her new Hermès' bag x-ray vision dude plays her album aaaallllllll night *rolls eyes*

@NicoNi 6:52 p.m. Probably. And gross.

@NozyItAll 6:53 p.m. Nico knows （－－；

@NozyItAll 6:54 p.m. Anyway, Nico’s headed to a gallery where classy people will be all over Nico and Nico’s social media mentions and then Nico can go home and soak in a tub

@NicoNi 6:55 p.m. What gallery?

@NozyItAll 6:57 p.m. Ima

@NicoNi 6:58 p.m. That crowd would die before admitting they know who you are; you won’t get home ‘til 4 a.m

@NozyItAll 6:59 p.m. Two hours tops

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P Ohm @camerashyne 7:02 p.m. #MakiNishikino’s #SonodaSeries is P E R F E C T...dream mix of haiku and dreamfuel images these two artists so click but did i see #NicoNi lurking wtf with those glasses

Taj @bandw4ev 7:05 p.m. It’s night LOSER take off the glasses #NicoNi #solame #Ihatepink #sonodaseries

F.K.M. @hispeedhorror 7:10 p.m. Now #NicoNi #hack just told #TheNishikino #genius her snaps could only be better if Nico were in them what an ego #whatanass #nicono #sonodaseries #wtfglasses

Bull Dunham @maplesyrupthorpe 7:12 p.m. #THENISHIKINO JUST MURDERED #NICONI WITH A LOOK™️ #SONODASERIES

AKARI @AKAR13 7:15 P.M. THE BODY: NICONI MY GUESS: #MAKINISHIKINO IN THE GALLERY WITH A LOOK™️ #slayed #sonodaseries

Seo Yuzuki @grizzlylorelei 7:18 p.m #niconi’s next single is IM DED DUDES

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@NicoNi 7:19 p.m. You’re killing it

@NicoNi 7:19 p.m. Oh wait

@NicoNi 7:20 p.m. That wasn’t you...cuz you DED DUDE (o>艸<)

@NozyItAll 7:22 p.m. Shut it, Nico is #searching

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Hiro @tophatredtielasertag 7:38 p.m. Does #NicoNi even know how important #MakiNishikino’s homeless #LGBTQ teen pics are? #idiot #airhead #wtfglasses #sonodaseries

Gwennifer Green @bunburyallnight 8:02 p.m. OMG they just announced the entire #sonodaseries has been purchased by an anonymous buyer with an additional 20 million yen donation to #TheNishikino’s charity

And on a bitchy note, WTF with the glasses #NicoNi #wtfglasses #whyareyouevenhere

Fumi @blazerbeyatch 8:15 p.m. How RUDE #NicoNi just brushed by #THENISHIKINO, ignoring her. Does she even know who Maki is? #whatarube #wtfglasses #sonodaseries

Tsuruko @flamncoopetals 8:19 p.m. *SQUEALS* #NicoNi has #MakiNishikino pinned against a tree K.I.S.S.I.N.G. #wtftongue

Tojo Nozomi @NozyItAll 8:20 p.m. #NicoNi losing her cherry outside the IMA gallery. Is she still wearing the glasses? TAKE SOME PICS #kthanxbye #sonodaseries #youknowIloveyou

@NicoNi has blocked @NozyItAll 8:31 p.m.

[deadmomjokes]

Normal Anon Again 1: Your response was great, don't worry about a thing there. I just really feel stuck because Im still with my emotionally abusive family, and so I had to sneak to even see a doctor. I honestly felt like the doctor barely ever heard me at all, so even though she did prescribe an SSRI (not that she said what brand), I'm kind of scared to continue treatment with her. Because I made the notebook with a lot of care, she said I had OCD and did bring it up again later when I

had refuted it and tried to explain the notebook was just something I wanted to be well done for her. She didn't ever look at it either, so she based it off me buying little tabs and labeling them for ease of access and writing my name on the front I guess? I don't have a lot of money, as I don't have a job, and getting a job is the main reason I want to try medication... I basically have to move out by 2020 from my family, both by their desires and mine, so I'm on acrazy deadline to try to get my life together and I feel like I have no time to find someone new if I'm going to be looking to move away when all the apartments are renting. So it feels like if I want to try medication this is my one chance, but I don't feel like I can trust the doctor handling them. I don't know if I should just try to find a way to make my life work out for a couple months or give the medication a shot even though I don't trust the provider...I've got to worry about getting a job this month or being homeless too, which is why it feels so one or the other for my current situation. Thank you so much for all your feedback, sorry if this was a little messy being explained, I'm a bit frazzled yet, haha.

Oh man, I’m SO very sorry for everything you’re going through! You’re dealing with a ton, and this incident with Dr Garbage certainly didn’t help.

One thing that may be a possibility is going to a normal doctor, like a family medicine doc or general practitioner, and talking to them about your anxiety/depression problems. They can also prescribe psych medication, and it might be easier to pass off around your family and/or to find once you move, since a lot of offices partner or have networks that you can just transfer through. Anyone from a Nurse Practitioner to a PhD in general medicine can prescribe meds like an SSRI or even low-level mood stabilizers. (For my recently upped dosage, I went to a PA-C and they consulted with the folks at my obgyn, so I never even saw a psychiatrist. Tho I’m trying to get in with one anyway, but that’s way beside the point.)

I definitely understand you being unable to trust the current provider; she clearly didn’t hear you or take everything (anything?) into account. Anyone who comes to you from an emotionally abusive situation should warrant a ton of follow-up questions and in-depth probing. Even beyond that, just in general, taking stock of all the symptoms and reviewing any identified triggers is going to go a long way toward real diagnosis. Your notebook should have made her job a breeze, instead of her having to pick through your anecdotes of what happens when, she could just look at your notes! You were doing everything right; a therapist’s dream, honestly. I’ve been in therapy for years and I’m still not that good at keeping tabs on my own symptoms and patterns. I’m enraged on your behalf, because when someone comes to you for help you should reach back out to them, not be prescriptivist even if you’re dealing with prescriptions.

If medication is something you’ve been considering for a while, and feel like it might be a good fit for you, it may be worth trying the current prescription even though the current doctor is garbage, since SSRIs are usually the first try medications anyway. But that always comes with risks, because sometimes the first try doesn’t really work out for you or your specific situation. But SSRIs as a category are pretty safe, and are used for anxiety disorders (including panic disorder and generalized anxiety), ptsd, depression, and ocd as well. So chances are even if you found a psych who did their job well (aka not labeling you ocd for being prepared), they were going to land on an SSRI as a first try, too. That definitely doesn’t make it an easy decision, tho. That nagging fear may always be with you if you try it anyway despite not really trusting her diagnosis, and that could add a layer of complexity to deciding whether the medicine is right for you. Especially if you end up needing to switch medication or dosage, having a doctor you trust from the outset is going to be important.

I obviously cannot tell you what to do, nor do I want to, or even think I should if I could, because personal situations are just that--personal. I would only caution that if you’re already having difficulty getting or doing a job without medical assistance (ie medication), that trying it under serious stress for a few months may do more harm than good as far as worsening your difficulties, or causing new ones. However, sometimes we aren’t in the position to make the “best” decision for our health because living takes precedence; I’ve taken plenty of jobs that wrecked my mind and body and I kept them anyway because I absolutely had to. So I’m not going to get on a high horse because I know exactly how hard it is, and the difficult decisions you have to make in order to survive. I’m just so very sorry you are in that position to make such a decision.

If you do decide to try the medication anyway, some tips on kind of “going it alone” since you won’t be able to/won’t want to go back to the original doctor:

Start at a lower dose than the full final dosage. If she didn’t prescribe a “titration” schedule, starting at half dose for a week is a good place to begin.

Understand that things might get worse before they get better. You might have horrible mood swings, really bad depressive days, or bad anxiety spells before you start seeing the true effects. This isn’t indicative of whether the medicine is going to work eventually, but if it becomes too much for you to deal with, you should stop anyway.

Side effects may come and go. Just worth noting.

If possible, have someone close to you who knows that you’re starting this medicine. Obviously not a family member given your situation, but if you have a friend or anyone you do trust in your immediate vicinity, or even a friend you communicate with long-distance, make sure someone knows. That way you have someone to report in to and who can check up on you as you adjust.

Start by taking them with food, even if it doesn’t have a nausea warning. I’d suggest evening meal or soon thereafter, because SSRIs often cause drowsiness at first (great for helping with insomnia tho!).

You’re probably going to have a full month or two before it reaches its peak effect, since this is your first time trying them. You might see some relief right away, but full efficacy takes time as it builds up in your system. If you can tolerate the side effects (or don’t have any), and you’re able to deal with the mood swings or psychiatric effects, stick with it at least 6 weeks.

Listen to that “don’t drive or operate machinery” warning. First-time-medication drowsiness is a special breed that sneaks up on you and also makes you feel WEIRD.

You can also see about filling the prescription and then researching the name on the label before you decide whether or not to take it. Or, if you have an online account with the pharmacy, as with CVS, you can see the name of the drug there, or even call the pharmacy she sent it to and ask them what the name of it was (”for insurance purposes” or “because I forgot which one it was”) and then research it on sites like Mayo Clinic and rxlist.com (don’t do webmd). These websites include lists of what it’s approved to treat, so if you’re fairly certain you actually have anxiety/depression, look for that on the list. Just know that all websites are essentially required to remind you that an SSRI (really any antidepressant or mood stabilizer) could worsen any suicidal thoughts or behaviors, though this is mostly a risk for the 24 and under crowd with emphasis on teenagers. And it doesn’t happen to everyone.

Should you decide not to do the medicine right now because of the doctor who prescribed it, I applaud you for your bravery and strength in facing both your uncertain future and your mental/emotional difficulties without the assistance you feel you need. That’s a hard, hard thing to do, and I wish it wasn’t a choice you had to make.

I’ll be sending good vibes, thoughts, and prayers your way as you’re dealing with so many transitions and difficulties. I know cyber hugs are kind of a dated internetism, and may not mean much, but I give you all the cyber hugs my cyber arms can muster.

[codedglitch]

hello hello !! it’s a’me !! a’may’rio !! with this extremely small gif !! here to introduce everyone to one of my three characters !! here is vanellope !! an actual child !! i hope everyone i still a’reading with the mario accent !! more under the cut !!

& * ☼ . ❝ cierra ramirez. + cis woman. + she/her. — welcome to fantasia island, vanellope von schweetz! word has it that you’re from wreck-it ralph / disney & have been living unpeacefully here in fantasia for two months. they say you can come off as tactless, but can be passionate, too. are all nineteen year olds like that nowadays? well, either way, i hope you’re doing okay here in fantasia.

‘wreck-it ralph’ spoilers // ‘ralph breaks the internet’ spoilers ahead

in a roleplay where video game characters can be brought to life, a cartoon character who just so happens to also be a video game character is brought back to life. why’d you have to go and be so complicated?

n e way i have a feeling the majority of y’all have seen wreck-it ralph but i don’t?? j wanna link the wikia page ( although it is here if u want it ) i want. 2 type.

BACKGROUND.

literally no childhood so we can’t start there. directly lampshaded in breaks the internet. just coded in as a 9y/o ( who’s 19 here get rekt ) and bam. life.

was actually a princess like wow we stan !! but the throne was usurped !! and i hope everyone is reading this as dramatically as i am !!

OK SO WE GOT PAST THAT NOW ONTO LIKE. THE ULTIMATE CONFLICT OF HER LIFE. LIKE THAT TURNING POINT THAT MAKES A PERSON THE WAY THEY ARE U KNO??

so ya back to the usurped part. usurped by an attention whore (turbo/king candy) who’d previously taken over a different game and wound up putting both his original game and the other game out of order. it’s turbo-tastic !! 

after locking up everyone’s memories, he was like “lol vanellope can get rekt im ruling this kingdom now” and made it look like she wasn’t actually supposed 2 be part of the game rip

also like. super important to note that she had a glitch. i cant believe i saved that until now but ya that’s super important.

bc of that, plus the whole ‘wasn’t supposed to be in the game but the developer was too lazy to delete the character as a whole’, she was treated like a common criminal.

not allowed to participate in any activity

banned from a bunch of places for no reason

got locked in the ‘fungeon’ at one point

essentially homeless

was just called “the glitch”

she also couldn’t leave the game ( bc glitches can’t leave games ) so she was subjected to 15yrs of that

essentially made her first friend 15yrs in ksksksks we stan the purity of the ralph/vanellope friendship yessir we do

well !! turns out the real reason she wasn’t allowed to race was bc the game would reset, restoring her to her original position if she crossed the finish line !!

ya n e way eventually crossed the finish line

ugh my mind !! the details !!

kept that glitch tho !!

was super excited she could actually participate as a game character now !! actually got to race !! that’s hot !!

but it was the same thing over and over and she eventually got bored which led to a whole thing that required buying a new steering wheel for the game which led to more things

wound up in a different game entirely, this time online. it was a d r e a m just free form fast driving no tracks sexy !!

important to note that her game had been saved. it was also a roster game where the players were different everyday. this is to show that it wasn’t a case of ‘going turbo’ bc, unlike turbo, no one was harmed by her absence.

also idk who was in charge after that but we love democracy ig

OK COOL.

ONTO ISLAND STUFF.

obviously was,,,, confused,,,, that she was not only in the real world,,,,, but also ten years older,,,, than she had been since 1997 ksksksks

at first, it was “unpeaceful” bc. wtf. but now it’s more a matter of literally not having anything to do like all that hard work?? that time finding that other game?? all for nought?? 

all for a boring life!!

wants 2 leave.

honestly idk what im typing rn.

PERSONALITY.

knows ur common “please” and “thank you”s but anything past that?? “?”

more categorized as Innocently Insensitive™ than purposefully tactless tho if u feel me?? like j doesn’t. get. that that’s not what u say in this situation bc 1) she’s mentally 9ys/o ksksksks, and 2) only rly just started learning what NICE human interaction is 

i haven’t decided how 2 portray her glitch in a real life situation yet bc the great thing abt it in the movie is that it’s up to interpretation?? if that makes sense?? like i’ve seen ppl compare it 2 epilepsy (physical), parkinson’s (physical), stemming, panic attacks, etc. and i don’t want 2 mark it down as one of those and then have it be MY WORD!! in this rp if that makes sense?? at all??

like where i have my headcanons i dont want 2 make them like. solidified right here. right now. bc i like that it can be more than j my headcanon. if u have smth u liken it to more than i dont want 2 ignore that like do u feel me??

but i also dk if it would be possible in this scenario for her to glitch?? im probs still gonna describe it like that but,,,,,

ANYWAY THAT’S ALL TO SAY that she “glitches” in various scenarios that involve high emotions. most of the time, it only happens when very disjointed/stressed or surprised, but can occasionally happen in reaction to positive emotions.

“RACING IS MY PASSION. I LOVE TO POP AND LOCK.”

is that even legal?

generally a good kid tho. a good teen now. a good ‘not a girl, not yet a woman’ now.

OK JEEBUS LIKE THIS OR HMU TO PLOT !!

[chokememrstark]

The Soulmate Sam Never Asked For // Part 11

Ship: Samifer (Sam Winchester / Lucifer)

Words: 2411 (Chapter 11 / 12)

Fic Summary: Sam knows it's a long shot, but he really wants to help Lucifer and his brothers, so he contacts an old friend of his dad. Bobby, whom he has not seen in years but has fond memories off, turns out to be a true life savior and with his help, Sam actually begins to think everything will turn out to be good in the end.

college!AU, human!AU, soulmates!AU, dysfunctional families, abusive parents, dramatic romance, or romantic drama, your choice, big brother!Lucifer, soulmates hating each other, referenced alcoholism, death and abuse, some violence, and lots of feels, fluff and cuteness, some drama but not too much, lots of bickering, and two damn stubborn soulmates (!!)

Note: One chapter to go after this! Are you ready?

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 It took Sam a few minutes after Lucifer had left to fully compose himself and his thoughts, but eventually he managed to focus back on what he wanted to do. There was a lot he had to tackle and even though he wasn’t sure about succeeding, he wanted to give it a try at least. After all, they were friends by now - probably more but Sam was still very much in denial about that - and seeing a friend suffer like this was enough reason to try and help him. Soulmates or not, he wasn’t going to let Lucifer go back to that human trash that called himself his father, no way.

 First, Sam went to see Ellen, the school counselor, again to talk about his current living situation. As it turned out the fact that he usually had no roommate was very helpful. Ellen assured him that Lucifer could stay for up to four weeks, because he was a student himself. After that he had to look for a different place to stay, but Sam hoped that there wouldn’t be a need for that by this time anymore. He thanked her and told her he’d attend classes again the next week, before going back to his room for the next thing on his list: call his brother.

 Dean was surprised that Sam called him this early, but more than that he was very happy and relieved. He monologued for a while about how Sam had to take it easy for a while and look after himself and the younger brother listened to everything patiently before finally asking the question he desperately wanted to ask.

 “You don’t happen to still have Bobby’s number, do you?” Bobby was an old friend of their dad, the only one that was actually reliable and nice, and Sam remembered that he had lived in Stanford a few years ago.

 “Bobby? Why do you want Bobby’s number?” Dean asked suspicious and Sam could almost hear his brother raise a brow at him.

 “It’s a long story. To keep it short: I need to talk to him about something important. Nothing to worry about, really.”

 “Wanna pay the old man a visit, huh?” Dean laughed, making Sam smirk slightly. “You’re lucky, I still have his number, but I don’t know if it’s still active.”

 “Just give it to me, I’ll find out soon enough.”

 Sam quickly wrote down the number Dean gave him after a few minutes of searching and thanked his brother. He promised to call back soon, but right now he was too focused on trying to reach Bobby to chat any longer - he didn’t say that of course, just that he was busy.

 After Sam dialed the number Dean gave him he felt a stone drop in his stomach when an electronic voice told him that it was unavailable. He already saw all his hopes vanish while checking the number again, only to realize he had switched two digits in his haste and anticipation. Relieved, he dialed the right number and this time it actually rang.

 “Singer Auto Salvage,” a grumpy voice answered the phone and Sam sank back onto his bed feeling ten pounds lighter already. “How can I help you?”

 “Bobby? It’s me, Sam. Remember me?”

 “Sam?” Bobby asked surprised, but not without a hint of recognition in his voice. “John Winchester’s boy?”

 “The one and only,” Sam grinned. “Okay, not the only one, but yeah, that Sam.”

 “Now that’s what I call a surprise!” Bobby said and laughed deep and rough. “What gives me the honor, boy?”

 “I’m in a little dilemma right now and wondered if you might be able to help me out,” Sam said and bit his lip. “Are you still in Stanford?”

 “Never left the place after coming here,” Bobby huffed with a hint of pride. “What dilemma are we talking about? Car broke down, drugs, police?”

 “No no no!” Sam quickly said and sat back up. “None of that, really! It’s more of a… living situation… I guess?”

 “Alright boy, stop dancing around the fire and spit it out.”

 And so Sam did. He told Bobby as much as he had to without digging into the soulmate thing too much, just telling him that Lucifer was a very good friend and about the horrible conditions he lived under. He felt stupid for taking so much time to explain, but it was a long story and Bobby was the only one who might be able to help him at the moment. After he was done the phone was silent for almost a minute before he finally heard a deep and long sigh at the other end.

 “Oh boy, you really know how to get yourself into trouble, don’t you?”

 “You know who my brother is, do you really have to ask?”

 “Don’t get me started on that one,” Bobby growled. “He      would    have called because he sat in jail.”

 “Probably, yeah,” Sam laughed. “So, can you help me out somehow? I don’t really know who else to ask…”

 “You’re lucky, boy,” Bobby said, raising Sam’s hope for the first time that day. “You remember the house I lived in when you visited me with your dad as a kid?”

 “The one you sold when you bought your salvage yard?” Sam asked surprised.

 “That one, but I never sold it. It’s still mine, it’s just been empty for a few years. You can have it if you want to, but there’s a few things that need to be done. It’s not in the best shape anymore, but better than nothing.”

 “Really?” Sam couldn’t believe it. “Bobby, you’re saving my ass, thank you!”

 “Don’t thank me yet, as I said, there’s some things to do. The stairs need to be repaired and the electricity is a bitch, but if you wanna take it, I’ll help you with that.”

 “I don’t know what to say, that’s awesome! Where is it? I can’t remember anymore. Is it far from college? Can I take a look at it?”

 “Whoa, slow down, boy,” Bobby laughed. “It’s about half an hour away if you walk,I can show it to you today if you want to, the yard is closed anyways. How about we meet there in an hour? I need to find the keys first, haven’t been there in a while.”

 “Of course, yes! Can you give me the address? I’ll be there!”

 “Eager as always,” Bobby laughed and Sam joined in immediately. “Get some paper, I’ll tell you where to go.”

 Sam already had that luckily, so he quickly wrote down the address and thanked Bobby again before hanging up. He didn’t dare to be too excited yet, after all the house could be a huge mess, but this was more than he had hoped for. He debated for a moment whether he should tell Lucifer already or not, but given this concerned him too he decided to go for it. When he broke the news to him, Lucifer was very confused.

 “Wait, what are you talking about?”

 “Okay, sorry, I’m not making sense, I know.” Sam scratched his head and took a deep breath. “I talked to a family friend, Bobby, who lives here too. He owns a house that he used to live in a few years ago, as far as I remember it’s rather big too. He said he can show me today but there will be a few things that need to be done. But I can have it, he said.”

 “Wow, that’s… wow…”

 “Yeah, I’m not gonna lie, it won’t be perfect, but I wanted to ask if you wanna come and take a look at it with us? Maybe this could be a way out. It’s half an hour away from campus, so not that far, what do you say?”

 “I can’t say no, can I?” Lucifer asked and Sam heard him chuckle. “Alright, give me the address and I’ll come over. Afterwards you can come with me and visit Raph, he’s asking for you already.”

 “Of course, yes!” Sam agreed excited and gave Lucifer the address. “See you in an hour, okay?”

 “I’ll be there. And do me a favor; don’t wet your pants yet. From all you know it could be a disaster.”

 “Yeah, but a disaster is still better than being homeless, right? See you later!”

 Sam hung up and finally allowed himself to breathe again. If this would turn out to be a place they could stay in, things might turn out good somehow. He wasn’t sure how bad the state of the house truly was, Lucifer was right with that, but he knew Bobby and how good he was when it came to repairing things - with his help they’d be able to manage.

 Waiting was almost like torture, so in the end, Sam called a taxi after just half an hour and arrived at the house fifteen minutes early. This, however, gave him the time to take a look at it from the outside already. It wasn’t as bad as he had expected. One of the window blinds was hanging off, a window was cracked and it desperately needed a paint job, but overall it seemed to be in a rather solid condition. Sam also noticed that there was apparently a yard in the back of the house that he didn’t remember, which looked like a little jungle from all the neglect, but definitely had a certain charm to it. He was still leaning over the small iron gate that led into it when he suddenly felt a strong grip on his shoulder and nearly jumped out of his skin as he spun around.

 “Bobby!” Sam yelped at the sight of the man in front of him - visibly older than he remembered him but recognizable right away with his worn trademark basecap and the beard that covered half his face. “Don’t scare me like that!”

 “You’ve grown quite a bit,” Bobby said and Sam saw a smile under his beard. “Last time I saw you you barely reached my head when jumping.”

 “It’s been a while, yeah,” Sam laughed awkwardly and the next second he was pulled into a big hug that nearly pushed the air out of his lungs.

 “Good to see you again, boy,” Bobby said and patted Sam’s back roughly. “Good to see you again.”

 “Same here, Bobby,” Sam gasped and returned the gesture weakly. “It’s been way too long.”

 “So, wanna take a look inside?”

 “In a minute, my friend comes over too, is that alright?” Sam asked a bit embarrassed. “I thought he might wanna see it himself, you know.”

 “No problem, we have time after all,” Bobby smiled. “What do you think so far?”

 “Looks good,” Sam smiled back and turned towards the house again, bracing his hips. “I expected worse to be honest, but it looks almost like all those years ago.”

 “You know I take good care of my belongings,” Bobby laughed, crossing his arms. “I would have stayed here but the Salvage Yard was too good of a deal to pass on it. Still come here from time to time to dwell in memories.”

 “You sure loved this place, didn’t you?”

 “Of course,” Bobby nodded slowly. “Karen fell in love with it when she first saw it and there was no way I couldn’t have bought it. I tried to keep it all in good shape after she died, that was the least I could do for her.”

 “You did a great job, Bobby,” Sam said and laid a hand on the older man’s shoulder in sympathy. “We’ll take good care of it, I promise.”

 “I know you will. You’ve always been the responsible one in your family, even as a kid. I trust you with this.”

 Sam smiled when he heard a car drive up to them, making the two turn around. A minute passed before the passenger’s door open and Lucifer stepped out, which made Sam’s smile widen a bit as the other walked over to them.

 “Lucifer, finally! This is my old friend Bobby,” Sam introduced the two. “Bobby, this is Lucifer, the friend I told you about.”

 Lucifer held out his hand and shook Bobby’s, both eyeing each other extensively.

 “Pleasure to meet you;” Lucifer smiled, to which Bobby nodded slowly.

 “Same here, son. Now that everyone’s here, how about we take a look inside?”

 The old man let go of Lucifer’s hand and fetched a bundle of keys from his pocket while the two boys walked up behind him. Lucifer gave Sam a weird and amused smile, to which Sam had a hard time suppressing the urge to laugh.

 Bobby made sure to show the boys every inch of the house, from the basement to the attic it took around an hour to see everything. The stairway needed a new rail and had a few broken steps, the electricity did act up from time to time as Bobby had told Sam and one of the toilets didn’t work, but other than that all the house really needed was a good clean up and some new paint. Sam was surprised how big the house actually was, with four bedrooms, three bathrooms, a big living room and a big kitchen with a dining area it was the perfect size for their needs. And the garden, even though wild and untamed right now, was a great addition to the whole place.

 “What do you think? A bit of work and it should be as good as new,” Bobby said after they walked back out.

 “It’s a great house indeed,” Lucifer agreed and looked up at the building. “And you really want to offer it to us?”

 “Of course,” Bobby nodded. “It’s a shame no one is living here anymore and I’d be glad to know it in good hands.”

 “It will be, promised!” Sam assured him immediately. “I’m sure Raph will love it too, not to talk about Gabriel.”

 “Oh yes, I’m sure they would love it,” Lucifer smiled. “I’m out of words, really. I can’t thank you enough for your offer, I promise you we will take good care of it.”

 “You better,” Bobby laughed and eyed Lucifer closely again. “I’ll know where you live, remember that.”

 At that, all three of them laughed and Sam hadn't felt this content in a very long time. Yes, maybe things would turn out good after all. He really hoped so at least.