#it took us 7 ish months...but we got through....

[coern]

ANIMATED POKEMON MOVIES TIERLIST BY ME AND @klesek

notes:

the highest tier is not up there because these movies are good. hoopa fucking sucks and it's the worst movie. it's just really funny. kyurem is up there because the chase scenes are goofy as hell

power of us tier is called the power of us tier because pokemon the power of us is literally the best pokemon movie. in this essay I will-

also, the power of us tier is Weird, because all of those movies have their own reason for being good and you can't really put one over the other well (power of us is good as a movie movie, victini is good as a movie about ash, jewel of life is good as a pokemon movie, and latios + latias is good as a pokemon anime movie) (none of those made sense but I promise they do)

jirachi isn't a bad movie, btw, we just didn't really care about it. not in a hate way, just in a "insufferably indifferent" way

btw arceus and the jewel of life and arceus chronicles are swapped. not our fault the covers are so similar 😞😞😞

arceus chronicles is here despite it being a 4 episode long special and not a movie; because journeys didn't really get a movie for itself, this is the closest we got, and it's about the length of a movie anyway

honorary mention to distant blue sky, since it's a standalone special episode in the M20-M23 continuity and there aren't any other episodes in that continuity. It would go in the oh bell yes tier for me because I think the implications and ash father lore drop in that episode is crazy

list of movies in order of ranking under the cut

wtf tier(? tier): Hoopa & The Clash of Ages, Kyurem VS. The Sword of Justice

power of us(s tier): The Power Of Us, Victini and Zekrom/Reshiram (they have two versions of this movie idk why), Arceus and the Jewel of Life, Pokemon Heroes

oh hell yes(a tier): Pokemon 2000, Mewtwo Strikes Back, Volcanion and the Mechanical Marvel, Secrets of the Jungle, I Choose You, Zoroark: Master of Illusions, Spell of the Unown, Lucario and the Mystery of Mew

thumbs up emoji(b tier): The Rise of Darkrai, Giratina and thr Sky Warrior, Genesect and the Legend Awakened, Diancie and the Cocoon of Destruction, Destiny Deoxys, Celebi: Voice of the Forest

meh/not a fan(c tier): Arceus Chronicles, Pokemon Ranger and the Temple of the Sea

cringe as fuck. not even comp(d tier): Jirachi: Wish Maker

[whencartoonsruletheworld]

hey so i saw the despicable me 4 trailer and i have a very specific beef with it that's making me insane

so, like, disclaimer, i havent watched any of the minion cinematic universe movies since despicable me 2 came out... holy fuck eleven years ago, jesus christ. but anyway i'm probably gonna get minute details wrong but like hold with me a second

so idr when despicable me 2 takes place in regards to the first film. from what i remember, agnes was having issues with not having a conventional nuclear family for mother's day so this implies it's the first mother's day that the girls have had in gru's household. i'm pretty sure that the first movie took place during the summer-ish, and iirc the second movie is also summer (fitting with my "roughly may" estimate) so we'll say like eight-ish months have passed since the first film. no big deal, right?

so then at the end of the film gru and kristen wiig get married but the timecard states that it's "147 dates later." i doubt they went on a date every single day leading up to the wedding but if we're assuming the date list also covers the engagement and wedding prep period, that's at the VERY VERY least one-hundred and forty-seven days after the events of the film. so with the timeskip at the beginning, that puts us at well over a year since the first film, thirteen months minimum

okay so the third film from my research doesn't state how long it takes after the wedding. so again, let's be generous and say that it's not too long after. i'm pretty sure the film itself takes place over a couple of days so we'll ignore its place in the continuity for now. that brings us to movie number four, which just got a trailer and just revealed a new player in the game

so gru and kristen wiig have a new biological child. this kid is old enough to move and emote, which puts him at 7-12 months old if he's able to crawl. let's again be generous and say it's seven months. assuming that human reproduction works the same as it does in our universe, and again being generous as hell and assuming that lucy may have been pregnant through the third film or right after the wedding, we have to add nine months to all this. so from the first film, we have ~8 month timeskip, then a 147-day minimum timeskip, then let's say 16 months to get to the baby being able to crawl. again, this is absolute bare minimum, and we still get to a conclusion of it's been roughly 29 months since the first film, or 2.5 years.

so okay. two-and-a-half years since the first film.

so then why the everloving fuck are the girls the same. fucking. AGE??

how have these motherfuckers not aged a fucking day??? they haven't grown a goddamn inch. it should have been, again, 2.5 years minimum, more likely 3-4 years if we're being realistic.

and to double check my work, i went on the despicable me wiki and found that they also put movie 4 at a three-year timeskip from the first movie, specifically putting margo at 10 in the first movie and 13 in the fourth, edith at 8-11, and agnes at 5-8; their main source is margo being stated to be 12 in the third movie, and her sisters' relative ages being provided by tweet, so even then this is, again, bare minimum on timeskip. and not only have these motherfuckers not changed style one fucking time, but they haven't changed height, weight, anything. agnes has hit eight years old and is the same height as the tiny-ass fucking minions. edith's hat still fits. margo should be in high school and she looks the same as she did three goddamn years ago

what kind of motherfucking witchcraft is the gru family using to keep themselves young??? they said gru stopped being evil but are we sure there isn't some vampire blood rituals happening in the minion basement

make them a new character model. please god

[archibaldtuttle]

Alien : Romulus - a 7/10 reason to stop making Alien films

This review will be spoiler-free

When I came out of the theater yesterday, after having gone through a viewing of Alien Romulus, I caught myself agreeing with my friends - this was pretty good!

And I am beyond poisoned about the Alien franchise since Ridley Scott got his grubby paws all over it with Prometheus. The only reason I made the effort to move my ass to the theater to see this one was because he wasn't directing (and also I didn't have to pay for it) (thanks sib).

I knew Alvarez from two of his previous films, the 2013 remake of Evil Dead and Don't Breathe. I am pretty mixed on both - they demonstrate solid filmmaking abilities and (in the case of Evil Dead), a deep respect for franchises he's adding to. However they are also a little heavy on the jumpscares for my taste, and in the case of Don't Breathe I just can't praise the film without having to mention that the third act twist is gross in an entirely unnecessary, shock-value way, that does nothing for the film thematically.

That did give me some hope for Romulus however, because that third act twist told me Alvarez likes talking about rape and impregnation. And contrary to Don't Breathe... that's right at home in Alien.

So what about the film then? It's good. Solid premise, I like that we're finally, finally, seven films in, seeing the planet-side society that births all those rundown spaceships. Good pair of main characters with on one side a demonstrably resourceful Rain and on the other a very nuanced look at the franchise's synthetics with Andy. The others are more forgettable but I can't blame that too much on the film - they're well characterized in a few short scenes and that's all I can expect really. The build-up is solid, the various ticking clocks and sources of tensions well established.

What I find particularly notable is the really good setpieces and the use of facehuggers in a way I've wanted to see for a long time. Very good physical effects supplemented by good to ok-ish CGI. The writing is very heavy-handed - I wish more people looked at what O'Bannon did with exposition before they write their own Alien scripts. I do give credit to Alvarez and his co-writer Sayagues for the cool concepts explored and the way they thread Andy's character exploration through them.

The editing is mostly blameless - I wouldn't call it great or even that good, especially with how hectic it gets during some more action-ey scenes, but you can tell Roberts isn't specialized or even used to horror films. I guess he took from his experience on Pressure which would explain a lot... The score is really good, one of the highlights of the film in my opinion - I've liked almost all I've heard from Wallfisch so I wasn't surprised to find out he did this one.

So why did I give this review a very baitey title. It became clear as I was watching the fourth, then the inevitable fifth act unfold, that we were, collectively, scraping the barrel on what can be done with Alien. Prometheus and Covenant, beyond the fact that they were garbage movies, were already trying desperately to find new things to do with the concept. Romulus succeeded, for the most part, in finding new ways to twist it into something interesting, something we hadn't seen before (or at least not entirely). And I'm pretty sure that's it.

I don't want more directors to spend months racking their brains to try and find three or more scene setups that haven't already been done in seven main films, two AVP films and countless video games, in order to string them together into a coherent 2 and a half hour flick. I don't think it's impossible, Alvarez clearly demonstrated that he could do it and I'm pretty sure other people could. But why waste so much time, talent and energy on a series that objectively does not need expanding upon?

I know why, it's because the current studio system is allergic to anything that doesn't have brand recognition. But I think it's sad. And I think it would be a lot more gracious to put an end to a franchise after a pretty good film that did all it could to honor its predecessors rather than try to keep squeezing more out of it until it turns into the horror version of Star Wars.

[scarlet-stu-dies]

18. 10. 2024

today was fun.

woke up at 5. read through bdc a bit before breakfast.

9 - 10 - nerve muscle physiology. they only taught us what we already knew about neurons from 11th/12th grade.

10 - 11 - anatomy - joints. taught us the basics about joints and their types and mostly covered everything except moveable joints.

11 - 1 - foundation course. basically teaching us how we are supposed to approach learning while in mbbs.

1 - 2 - walked back to the hostel, had lunch, went back to the college.

2 - 3 - biochem. mostly the proff took the entire time to talk about the subject and what he expects from us and about the exams and stuff.

3 - 5 - anatomy. all the teachers of the dept gathered us all, assigned each of us a cadaver (groups of 20) and had us take the cadaveric oath. ngl the formalin did make my eyes water. i was on table one so I was near the storage and ig there's more formalin covered stuff in there?

after that i accompanied my friends as they bought their books and then we all went to buy our dissection kits. (dissection is tomorrow!! can't wait!!) and by the time i came back to hostel it was 7-ish?

the seniors gathered us around, no ragging just a bit of an interaction. then dinner time rolled around but i skipped it to wash clothes 💀 (kya halat ho gayi hei yaar meri-)

anyway then me and my roommates tried group study. the keyword is 'TRIED'. none of us are group study people so it didn't work out.

i read the intro to the first chapter in physiology. and then started with anatomy lower limb. we're working on the hip bone rn and will finish that in tomorrow's lecture. i wanted to complete it tonight but i don't think that'll work out, really. it's already 1:30 and I don't wanna annoy my roommates by keeping the lights on for long.

and besides, i often found myself on the verge of falling asleep during lectures because I got used to sleeping a lot during the 5 months gap between neet and now and I don't want that to continue so ig i really should get some sleep.

good night, loves! <3

[septembersung]

I continue to justify my choices to myself and think out loud.

Today we are simultaneously very satisfied to have had a great school day yesterday, and panicking that now we’re down to three days to fix the house up. Maybe. They’re forecasting snow again. I want to get this visit over with but also I am praying for snow. If we could do a full academic week, and then I organize on Friday and clean on Saturday?? I’d be a new person. And so would my house.

If I start on time today, we can get a few things done during the school day. Maybe. But even if not, I am still choosing school, consequences be what they may. Dinner was late last night and that took out any potential after dinner project time; today could go differently.

If the last few months had been different, I could make different choices, but this is how the cookie crumbled and this is what’s first priority for our well-being.

Week 4 Day 16. Today we’re adding back in morning time and form 1 Latin, presuming we kick off on time. In my tweaked morning time (every year or semester I try new things with too much deliberately and it’s fluid and we settle into a core a couple weeks in as priorities solidify and we get a routine) we do Latin and Greek vocabulary memorizing as a family, now with a copy work element - literally a word or phrase per day, takes 5 minutes tops, and at the end of the week you’ve got a handful of new vocabulary. When you’re consistent. We’d be further if I was consistent more… consistently.

For Miss 4, who is very excited about school work but whose fine motor skills are still developing (I’m keeping a puzzled and cautious eye on her pencil grip) I’m just doing the alphabet. She’s developing a fantastic knack for memorizing, something even my oldest kids definitely could not do at that age (many children can! Those two could not) so she can repeat the words, it’s just the writing that’s beyond her. So she’s learning to sing our folk song at a rate comparable to big kids and can do the first few lines of many of our Shakespeare passages, etc. Anyway she’s still learning how to write the English print alphabet so I just decided to do the cursive and the Greek too, simultaneously. Because why not. All these these things are “a.” She’s responding well to it. And she’ll be able to identify all the forms of the letters for reading even if/though the writing is slower to master. If it works really well, when she’s solid on it, we’ll throw in the Hebrew. I can’t do any Hebrew beyond the alphabet (and I need a refresher) but my husband can (enough to use a book to teach and learn alongside at least.) Six months to a year depending on my consistency maybe? This is the sort of thing I meant to do with my oldest and then he had various troubles and difficulties and I had a lot of difficult pregnancies back to back on top of it so we dropped all the “extras.” But now it’s like, oh yes, this was the plan, we’re back on track. But aside from group work I don’t work with her in a consistent daily block like everyone else on bookwork because she is four and I learned my lesson about pushing too hard too early. She does what she likes and I do more on request or if it happens to work out, and she’s always included in all the group work. I need to get kids #3 and maybe 4 more independent before I have time to set aside for her during the school day. 1-3 years to build up to it as I do a short “prep level” daily(ish) lesson at age 5 and formal lessons begin at 6-7.

Trying to be realistic but optimistic, in a couple years I want my biggest two kids to be able to read actual Latin texts. Greek I’m more amorphous on but the text I’m drawing from is Athenaze so I guess we’ll work through that and it goes where it goes. I really enjoy Greek (the tiny bit I do) but I was always mostly intending to turn them over to their dad for real Greek reading. I know he wants to do the New Testament with them. Which will dovetail nicely with the religion plans in 2026 and beyond (we move from adaptations to direct real scripture study in 6th grade up. Which is not to say they read no actual scripture right now, I’m talking the independent study and curriculum.)

Miss 7 and Miss 6 will be on a different timeline maybe because of their unique positions on basic reading and writing English. 6 is resisting all formal work as a matter of principle, apparently, and 7 is having pretty intense anxiety and confidence issues. But after my oldest, I have a pretty good handle on the methodology needed to help them through this, so we simply persevere. With consistency and my various methods for addressing root issues (because this is not my first rodeo) I think 6’s attitude will grow to where to should be over the course of this calendar year, and ditto for 7’s performance and emotions. 6 needs some regulation things and time to mature, mostly. Baby steps. And it may be well into 2026 before we’re where I think we “ought” to be. We are having a baby this summer after all. I can guarantee nothing after May this year. But I have an idea for the summer and hold out great hope for this fall. Truly after the great vomit fest of fall 2024 all things seem possible.

The best thing about being next door to a veteran - no longer a beginner but have done multiple kids through the same stages but nobody graduated yet - is I can see the process in my mind and I’m not guessing anymore. I have many things to learn still but I can be confident in certain things. That’s like a miracle to me.

[jezabatlovesbats]

Last but not least, Day 29 of the MCSMtober challenge was Festival. I know I’m very, very late to the challenge at this point, but I’m also super early for a very festive occasion coming up in 2025.

This game wasn’t the first thing that my young autistic self would be hyperfixated on. And, even then, I snuck onto my adult relatives’ computers to read people’s fanfics on fanfiction.net, watched people’s tribute videos and weird stuff on YouTube, and looked at their fanart on DeviantArt while it was still a useable site. But if it weren’t for this game, I wouldn’t have a reason to be posting on any of these sites I’m on.

Before this game, I wasn’t yet on the path to becoming who I wanted to be, but my life began to change for the better once I learned of its existence.

The first two episodes of Minecraft: Story Mode came out in October of 2015, back when I was 10. If I remember correctly, my first exposure to it was episode 2, Assembly Required. I remember my brother showing me videos of the opening Nether scene (where Jesse is going with Olivia), and I thought Olivia’s name was Jessie. You can probably guess what would happen in the coming months- this game took over my life and dominated 2016 and 2017 for me.

I’m not really sure how because I wasn’t really that much of a Minecraft-y kid. I remember being more into stuff like Kirby, Super Mario, and Ever After High, along with some Monster High. I think I remember playing just a little bit of Minecraft PE, but that was it. I’m not sure how I ended up being so invested in the adventures of Jesse and co. to the point where I shipped Magnugaard like a supercarrier and made a winged fanchild for them named Skyla, but I did. Did MC:SM get me more interested in Minecraft itself? Probably.

I don’t really remember much from 2015-2016. What I do remember is that in December of 2015, I wanted to roleplay a Magnugaard wedding with my brother, and I built a little wedding pavilion in my cousin’s Minecraft world when we went to visit them for Christmas. I also thought up, quote-unquote, “Minecraft: Story Mode- Updated Edition,” which had Skyla in it. You had to go with Lukas to find her. Magnugaard was also canon, and there were three minisodes you could unlock after you finished the main game.

In 2016, I also got into My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, and while I have a guilty pleasure for the Equestria Girls movies these days, I… did this weird thing where I swapped the MLP and MC:SM characters to play out the others’ stories. For instance, I swapped Axel with Pinkie Pie, and… Magnus with Scootaloo. Don’t ask me how I came up with that. I also spent a lot of time on this online app called Builder Buddies, where I harassed a private town and annoyingly tried to show them the, quote-unquote, “magic of friendship,” because I thought they needed it. Even when they told me to leave them be. Then, I deleted my profiles and made new ones constantly, and even lied to people that it wasn’t me, but my brother. The whole time, I also lied about having an older sister, because I used my MawMaw’s phone to play with a second profile. As you can see, I was a complete and utter piece of crap back then.

Back to Minecraft: Story Mode. I also made a bunch of sisters for my OC Skyla, one of whom would go on to become one of my main OCs, Lena. When episodes 7 and 8 came out, I became attached to another ship, Harpvor, and wanted to roleplay a wedding for them with my brother. I also liked to write little stories and make drawings about Jesse and all of her friends (including Em and Ivor) living together in a big house… and I also had the idea that Ivor would sleep in a Haunted Mansion-ish coffin. One specific story I wrote was Christmas-themed and followed Jesse and Lena venturing through the mall to get presents for all of Jesse’s friends. And, I wrote a lot of MC:SM-related stuff in my copy of Dork Diaries 3 1/2: How to Dork Your Diary, which is one of those interactive books that asks you to write in it. Here’s an example of that.

At one point, I sent a letter to Telltale Games asking them to include Skyla and another OC called Lily in the next game, but thankfully, they never got it. It’s not like they would accept suggestions from an 11-year-old fan who hand-wrote a letter and colored her drawings of the OCs in crayon. Especially right when they were about to shut down.

I wasn’t expecting Season 2 of MC:SM to come out. Before then, I had an idea for an eight-episode Minecraft: Story Mode 2 that made no sense at all. But at the time, I was hyped for the remake of Mario & Luigi: Superstar Saga to come out, and I also couldn’t wait for each episode of MC:SM Season 2 to come out. Minecraft: Story Mode drove me into wanting to be a game developer, and so I took a computer class in 7th grade. I remember listening to the soundtrack before, during, and after I did my work in that class. That changed when Unikitty came along and made me realize I was more into cartoons, but still.

As I said, Minecraft: Story Mode was what made me realize that I wanted to officially start drawing fanart and write fanfiction more. I don’t think I would even be here writing all of this if it weren’t for me seeing @minecraftninjerkid’s MC:SM Rewritten fanfictions on Wattpad, and getting super invested in them. When I saw those, I realized that I wanted to have Wattpad, because I just had to tell them that I loved their work and connect with other people who liked the stuff I liked. Yep, Minecraft: Story Mode was my first official online fandom. This was what started it all.

MC:SM Season 2 was also a major inspiration for Broken and Frozen, my Unikitty fanfiction. If you look on my Unikitty OCs’ fake wiki pages on the @unikittybigbrightworldau blog, you can see that some of the characters were inspired by characters from the game.

Despite all its flaws, my heart and soul still goes out to everyone who worked on this amazing game. I loved it so, so much back then, and it still has a very special place in my heart now. It was so much fun exploring all of these interesting locations and meeting all of these characters. It was fun to see the possible outcomes of every choice. And even though people are prone to laughing at Reuben’s death, I still remember when it sent my brother into hysterics.

In early 2021, me and an old friend of mine decided to create a collaborative drawing to celebrate the game’s 5th anniversary.

The aforementioned friend never finished their part, and for personal reasons, we don’t talk to each other anymore. Below the Thank You, they were supposed to put the game’s logo. But my skills as an artist have definitely improved since then.

In my notes app, I wrote some other things about MC:SM to express my appreciation for it, based on a tag game that I saw in @minecraftninjerkid’s story, The Life and Times of Radki. No one had tagged me because I didn’t have Wattpad yet, but I did it anyway. I included them in my message when I posted this would-be collab to DeviantArt, and now, here they are again.

My favorite moment in MC:SM was when Jesse, Reuben and Olivia stepped out of the portal into Redstonia. The scenery and the music were so cool to me.

My moment of triumph was during episode 2 of Season 2, Giant Consequences. The strays were tough for me to beat for the longest time, but I could eventually do it.

I don’t really have a hardest choice because the choices in both seasons are all super easy for me. In my notes app, I wrote that my hardest choice was in Below the Bedrock, episode 4 of Season 2. It was hard for me to choose between bringing Radar with me or saving Fred’s people because I was nervous about what was going to happen in Above and Beyond, episode 5. Now, that choice is easy- I choose to save Binta and the rest of Fred’s folk.

My favorite characters? Ellegaard, Ivor, and Jack, as I’ve explained before.

My cutest ship is definitely Harpvor! I don’t ship Magnugaard as much as I used to, but they come in a pretty close second. In my notes, I also said that Radki was another cutest ship of mine. I remember really liking it.

I remember saying that Below the Bedrock was my favorite episode, and Season 2 was my favorite season.

I didn’t have any predictions for a possible Season 3 because I didn’t think there was ever going to be one. And from the looks of things, I was right. To quote my past self, “I’m thankful that those who keep the fire of the fandom alive gave me the guts to be writing this (and possibly care about me doing it).” I’ve heard about this Block by Block revival project that’s in the works, and I’m looking forward to seeing how it turns out!

And, why do I love MC:SM? Past me said that it was because of the artistic approval that I gave the game, and that’s still true now. I still love the character design, the scenery, the music, and the voice acting. But I think it’s also because I’m a huge sucker for things with tons of characters and vast worlds with lots of locations in them. I found the game’s adventures through these places so much fun, and it used them and the characters to weave together an exciting story. For me, at least. Either way, it fed my happy little heart. It’s been a part of it since I was in fifth grade, and now, I’m a college sophomore. How time flies!

I’d like to take some more time to say:

Jesse, thank you for letting us guide you on your journeys through your Overworld, the Nether, the End, the Far Lands, through other Overworlds, and the Underneath. There’s a good reason why you’ve become a legendary, world-renowned hero. I agree with you a million percent when you say that teamwork makes the dream work, and that your strength comes from your friends. We’re all stronger together! It’s also great that different variants of you exist so that anyone can see themself in you.

Olivia, thank you for your intelligence and your determination. I can totally relate to you worrying about what others think of you, and I believe that many other people can as well. I’m so happy that you’ve had a boost in your confidence, and I REALLY wish we could have gotten to see you more.

Axel, thank you for being such a loyal, caring, and supportive friend, and for such a generous guy, too. I didn’t forget when you went out of your way to make Reuben a cute little dragon costume, or when you handed out cookies to your friends to lift your spirits. You’re such a selfless person, and I wish we got to see you more, too.

Petra, thank you for your loyalty to your friends and for your capability and daring nature. I know how it feels to watch old friendships fade, so I can understand your resentment in Season 2. I also understand how it feels to be a nostalgic person. My old friend loves you so much, and I definitely see why. Whatever you decide to do, I’m wishing you well.

Lukas, thank you for your kindness and your smarts. It’s great how, right from the start, you tried to keep things cordial and fun amongst everyone. You were always so polite with others, but you weren’t a total pushover, either. I’d want to read your books, and I think it would have been cool if they’d released a real version of your journal for us to read.

Radar, thank you for your bravery and hard work. You really came into your own as an adventurer, and you always stood by Jesse and the New Order’s side. I even consider you to be a member of the Order. I would always choose to have you be Jesse’s co-leader, or the leader of Beacontown when they leave. I have every confidence in you.

Ivor, thank you for your knowledge, your flair for the dramatic, your quirks, and your silliness. You must have a lot of guilt on your shoulders from what you did, but I’m glad that you were willing to redeem yourself. I’m glad that you’re on good terms with Jesse and the gang, too. You were also absolutely hilarious at times! When it all comes down to it, you really do care. We miss your VA.

Reuben, thank you for being the kindest and most courageous pig we know. You were there with Jesse every step of the way during their journey to defeat the Witherstorm. You picked them up when they were down, and at the end of the day, you saved everyone. We really miss you, little guy.

I’m also thankful for all the good guys, bad guys, and other guys in the game for being their amazing selves, and for the many people who worked on the game for being so amazing, too. You all put your hearts into something that was such a big game changer for me. No pun intended.

Will I do a tribute video for the game’s actual anniversary once it rolls around next October? You know I will!

Minecraft: Story Mode helped me to craft my own story, as those two shorts with Petra and Jack said, in more ways than one. I would like to thank @stirpicus and every single one of the other writers, designers, directors, and artists who came together to work on this wonderful game. I would also like to give my thanks to the entire voice cast for using their talents for it, and to Antimo and Welles for their beautiful soundtrack. EVERY SINGLE person who was involved with MC:SM in one way or another has my deepest gratitude. Everything you did led to something truly great. And the universe said I love you.

I would also like to give a huge shoutout to all of my fellow Minecraft: Story Mode fans and enjoyers, past and present. You guys are great, and I’m so glad there are still people out there who love the game as much as I do! If you want to, you can reblog this post and talk about what MC:SM means to you, and why you love it. This prompt IS for a festival, so come on and join in the fun!

And, thanks so much to @bumpkin-bug for setting up the MCSMtober challenge! This concludes my submissions for it! It was such an honor to participate in it, even if it took me longer than expected! I plan to go as Yellow Clip Jesse next Halloween!

From the bottom of my heart, thank you all so much. I hope you’re all able to live your lives with as much happiness as possible. We’re all in this together.

Thank you, goodnight, and happy holidays! 💝

With all my love,

Jezabat 🦇

(Hailey W.)

[precuredaily]

Precure Daily's Sixth Anniversary

On April 10, 2018, I posted the first review in the project that became Precure Daily. It wasn't actually on tumblr at that time, but on Facebook. The plan was to watch an episode every day and just post some thoughts, but it evolved into reviews and screenshots and that necessitated a whole blog, and here we are. That was six years ago today!

Six years. It's hard to believe. I honestly, truly didn't think I'd still be doing this. Whether I petered out before the end, or managed to get it all done in the 2-3 years I anticipated, I figured I'd have stopped by now. But somehow I haven't given up yet! I'm still watching, still writing, and still getting new fans to share with, and that makes it all worth it.

The past year was slow, I will readily acknowledge it. I only got about 7 reviews out in that time, including the one that just went up earlier today, but one of those was the Go Go movie. That was a whole undertaking, it took me nine months to get out. Granted, for about 6 of those 9 months it was just sitting there unchanged. I'd open it occasionally to poke at it but then not end up getting much done. Maybe it still wasn't the best it could have been but I'm proud of it nonetheless. It was a good review for a good movie. Also, I got to review the very first All Stars, even if it was a short film. Having recently wached the most recent All Stars brings that experience full circle and it's real nice.

One small hiccup is that, at the time of writing, I haven't yet gotten out the traditional Honoka birthday post. I just haven't had time to sit down and gather artwork for it. Hopefully that'll come out in the next day or two!

Outside of the blog, let's look at the wider world of the Precure series over the last year

I said last year that I hadn't finished Delicious Party, and that's still true. When it was on air, I was watching it with a friend and she was really into it; we are going to resume watching together to finally push through it.

HIrogaru Sky's second half was good, it lacked a little bit of the driving power of the first half and the villain plot never properly came together in my opionion. I still love the characters, I think they're my favorite cast in a good while.

I did not watch Otona Precure. Although I've watched Go Go before, I want to finish this current watchthrough for the blog before I jump into it. Maybe I'll even review it as I go, that remains to be seen. I've heard mixed things about it and I'm not very big on the idea that the girls just go back to teenagers when they transform, but I'll reserve judgment.

Wonderful Precure did not appeal to me when information started coming out, and I fell off it for a few weeks when the first couple eps didn't impress me, but I decided to keep going and it's thoroughly enjoyable. I don't think it's going to crack my top 10 but it should be a solid middle of the road series.

I watched the Delicious Party Precure movie and Precure All Stars F with friends in fairly close proximity, and wow do those movies exist on opposite ends of the spectrum. DeliPa's film was one of the weakest Precure movies I've seen, while All Star F was phenomenal. I need to rewatch it.

I did say last year that the blog would look different when I finish Go Go. That is still true. I should be able to wrap that up in a few months, then comes the next phase of things. Deets when it happens.

And also just because I can, here's some recommendations for shows outside of Precure you should watch that came out in the last year-ish:

Oshi no Ko

Frieren: Beyond Journey's End (featuring Wonderful Precure's Tanezaki Atsumi as a monotone elf)

SPY x FAMILY (featuring Wonderful Precure's Tanezaki Atsumi as a psychic toddler)

Ohsama Sentai King-Ohger

The Last of Us

And I think that's it for this year's update! Here's to another year of watching and writing about Precure! Thanks as always to my loyal friends and fans for making this project a success: @sailorzombiestar, @vertixscribe, PaintedOutlaw, @hanasaki-tsubomi, yugimon135 (can't tag you for some reason), and my newest fan @nono-bunny.

Here's all my previous sappy anniversary posts if you want to go back and read them.

First Anniversary

Second Aniversary

Third Anniversary

Fourth Anniversary

Fifth Anniversary

[delicatebluebirdruins]

lockwood & co. the screaming staircase and the whispering skull initial thoughts

TSS: some things have not aged all that well (some comments from and about George) still have no idea if i did read this book or not way back in 2013. wish Barnes was proud of them in the show for Combe Carey Hall as well

and i would have loved to see them deliver the scene when Lucy tells Lockwood what happened back home just they have the acting chops to make [436] me yell "I trust your Talent and your judgement, and i'm very proud to have you on my team. OK?" (also lmao about Lucy running from the conversation with Lockwood and then what Lucy fell on when the skull spoke) also "Lockwood laughed again. Really laughed, I mean. He'd thrown his head back, I could tell"

TWS: didn't make official end of book thoughts for this (idk why) but here is my notes through reading it properly. i did enjoy it though

page numbers are for my copy so it might be different under a read more as i got long

the time between books got me a wee bit confused (it's easily done the moment 7 months was mentioned any semblence of understanding went out the window then my brain caught up)

uh did we need explanations of things when there is a glossary at the back of the book (and another book before hand)

19 the wraith hunting being cut out of the show (it was referenced we just don't see it) is really understandable considering the special effects involved it was a lot of ghosts

116 they get told about the mirror being stolen makes it seem less powerful

127 quite like the debrief

153 i like this reveal died of fright

159 ish "Flo Bones annoyed me" that came through pretty clearly in the show (also side note both trollop and slapper pretty much means the same thing :/)

"slow dawn of cunning realisation" what'd she realise?

190 George put the skull in the oven (and we see those recordings on the thinking cloth in the show)

222 i really don't like the jabs towards Carvers death i know he is technically a bad guy but still but i do like the quote on 225 "death is fugitive even when you're watching for it, the actual instant somehow slips through your fingers. You don't get that sudden drop of the head you see in movies. Instead you simply sit there, waiting for something to happen, and all at once you realise you've missed it. time to move along now. nothing to see. nothing to see there, ever again."

232 don't like the jabs. but I do like the reference to Portland Mews

234 hello job offer from Kipps

240 I like them settling down to talk with the skull

252 "[lockwood] grinned; it was that warm smile that made everything seem simpler; ready to click perfectly into place."

257 bring the skull without telling Lucy seem's a bad idea

292 Ned Shaw is a jackass

296 I really like the rat ghost scene it is so creepy. would have liked to see it in the show but the thought of the budget would probably not have stretched that far.

314 teamwork. i love this "the opening of Mrs Barrett's tomb saw us all set personal high- jump records"

317 the first locky

326 giving the necklace is really short and not as emotionally charged but also compliments so I really can't give it to much grief

"Lucy you look delightful," he said "George, you'll have to do. Oh, here's something for you, Luce. Might go with that excellent dress." He took my hand and placed in it a necklace of pretty silver links, with a small diamond as a pendant. It was really very beautiful "what?" I stared at it. "where'd you get this?"

"Just something i had. i suggest you close your mouth when you wear it..."

329 I love the descriptions of the relic collumns

breaking into the library is a last minute choice which is kinda funny

341 golden blade has a name Gabriel, pickled lungs on display and the Orpheus Society sounds interesting this is going to be fun

351 Breaking into Winkman's was pre planned

356 taking turns going in first causes bickering

362 the auction guests are recognisable and so when Lockwood spots Gabriel he recognises them... kind of defeats the purpose of the black market right?

369 the plan is "controlled" explosions

375 "he's shot his way through," I said. "on the upside, that's one less bullet for us.".

"How i love youre optimism, Luce..."

lmao love it

381 "we jumped out together, hand in hand"

397 i love this "they didn't stay- there was just a short discussion, then they both went off together. They took the sack. I thought Cubbins seemed uneasy. He was unsure of what he was doing. At the last moment he ran back in and left you that note. I'd say he was still fighting against my master, but the other fellow isn't. He's long gone"

and "but Cubbins has the madness too. Did you not notice? A whispered chuckle. Perhaps you never look at him."

400 figuring the connection of the missing dagger

441 George pretending to be dead

446 freeing the ghosts from the bone glass is always a favourite no matter the form and of course Lockwood is here "Anthony Lockwood stood there. He was covered in grave- dust, and there was cobwebs on his collar and in his hair. His trousers were torn at the knees, his fingers bleeding. He'd looked smarter in his time, but I can't say he'd ever looked better to me"

465 still haven't figured out the goggles

468 I love the walk up to the door and of course this quote "it was the old Lockwood smile again; the landing grew much brighter"

(you know saddest people smile the brightest thing)

basically every other chapter of both books i had the thought of "I am so glad they combined this into two" and i still have no idea why

i did have fun sharing some bits with my sister (she might read them later)

i used a lot of tabs in these books (big one with seven colours i actually finished it when i was finishing the Whispering Skull)

now back to the show and i do have thoughts (one of which will make the fight after the graveyard scene more insane stay tuned)

[wiredaughter]

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@tropetember #7: historical au

palaeolithic ish ☆ platonic relationship ☆ abe sapien & ofc ☆ making friends w the fish man ☆ hyena pet ☆ 825 words ☆ ao3

blue

Blue. So blue I thought he was dying of cold and water when I first saw him, floating along the coastline. I'd readied my blade to spare him the suffering - and maybe make an easy meal after leaving my last tribe two nights ago, when he lashed at me, faster than most dying men could. Most living too. Teeth like a beast's, claws short but rather sharp looking. Oh, how bare I felt then, with my brittle nails and my agreeable teeth.

But I'm still the best lancer I know, and so we tumbled through the wet sand, trying our damnest to kill each other for a good while before I remembered I wasn't necessarily trying to hurt him in the first place. Figured he wouldn't believe or understand me unless I gave him a good reason to. Like putting him down with my weight on his chest knife to his throat, but my knees slid off his skin like wet seaweed, and then it was him holding me down unarmed. I wasn't necessarily trying to hurt him, but called for Hyena. After weeks trying to learn to cohabit with the tribe, she was dubious to hunt like she naturally does, but tackled him off alright. Then I looked down at my legs to see what I'd slipped on, and I understood.

Azure. The liquid was viscose, not water at all. His blood. Not blood, like any I'd seen, but I thought he'd die without it all the same. I called Hyena off, and she put her tail off at me, but obeyed all the same. She's a crossbreed and that's probably the only reason she hasn't killed me. But I'm a crossbreed too, my mother said, so I guess that's why I don't kill her. The idea that he might be a one as well gave me just enough bravado to approach him, letting my spear and axe down, hands raised. He tried to raise on his elbows, before giving up and falling flat on his back. I tried wrapping him on my cloak, thinking I could go for a swim anyway, but he gripped my wrist, asking me to take him to the water. I looked at Hyena, wondering what she made of all this. She looked at me with her dark intelligent eyes, then turn around and digged into the warm sand for a cosy nap spot.

But I lead him to the water. He relaxed at that. The tribe I travelled with four full months ago told stories of animalhumans. Maybe he's a fishman. I took the chance to look for molluscs. Hyena dislikes the fruit which constitutes our remaining food, and I knew I'd have to bribe her to carry this man back to our cave. We both held our ends: at first confused by the shells, she seemed to like them enough once I broke them open.

The fishman was pale and exhausted by the time we made it back, which only made his disappearance by next morning more worrying. Even more unexplainably, he was back when Hyena and I returned from our hunt, cleaning a fish bigger than I'd ever seen. I started a fire, which seemed to amaze him even though he ate his own with bones and all, just like Hyena the deer we took down earlier that day. I offered the fox I'd shot, but he rejected it abjectly. Alright, fishman. After our meal I skinned and salted the fox, carefully taking out the teeth which I fashioned into pendants to thank him for the fish. He was touched, he didn't wear any before, and seeing him wear mine felt like drizzle on a sunny day.

He's travelled with us since, after he retrieved his possessions from a cave I tried to reach with him but couldn't, least I died of water and air. He's got a woven basket with dirt where he says we'll have berries soon, a few blades as long as my thigh, and a pot that shimmers in the moonlight. I have my spear, axe and slingshot and a flute shaped like a snake tongue. At night I play it sometimes and he sings in a voice like I've never heard before. Sometimes he just fills his pot with water and we watch the shapes move inside.

We stay on the ground, close enough to the water. He runs and climbs and swims just like us. Eats, more like Hyena than me, but it's close enough. Last sunset I scored him a moa egg, and he was so delighted he weaved me a hand cover of sorts. He was right about his basket, sort of. There's a blade of grass growing on it, and I don't know it'll give us berries, but Hyena is leading us towards a warmer land, and I'm a good shot and he showed me how to find better molluscs, so I think we'll be fine anyway.

[gracelaramusings]

Day 7: Chefs and Kayaks in Sabang

A stay in Sabang seems off the beaten path. Our hotel was nearly deserted, with what appeared to be more staff than guests. A full building remained empty, with all the guests housed in the section of the hotel that was closer to the beach.

We started our day with a lovely buffet breakfast. The highlight? Cashews. Cashew butter, roasted cashews, fresh cashews, carmelized cashews. And up there as one of my favorite nuts, I was in cashew heaven. Cashews are one of the primary crops in the island of Palawan. Hesitant to be excited because of the bad name cashew growers have in California, my presumption is, here in the Philippines, that cashews are a traditional crop for a reason, so I heartily and guiltlessly consumed them in the hopes and with the expectation that they are grown in a way that is beneficial to the local population.

Our beachfront table overlooking the turquoise water and traditional fishing boats made the cashews that much more delicious.

Almost literally in the middle of nowhere, we decided to first walk the beach. The walk led us to the launch where the boats took the tourists to another boat for the underground river.

Since we needed to book our transport to our next destination, we entered the first tour agency we saw at the dock and inquired about methods of transport. We had hoped to take a boat from Sabang to Port Barton, and heard it was possible. The agency matriarch asked us to sit down, and inquired about what we were interested in. For whatever reason, I got a heavy-ish feeling from the establishment. We quickly came to understand that, while we might be able to find someone who was willing to take us, it would be both at a price, and at our own risk. We got quotes for the van and the “at your own risk” boat transport from the first agency, then proceeded with our walk to weigh our options and get a sense of the village. I joked with Yuval that the agency seemed a bit mafia-esque, and he seemed to agree.

There’s nothing like walking a beach for as far as it will take you. We saw a canoe maker carving a traditional boat from wood, children playing, roosters cockle-a-doing. Deep breaths, long strides, turquoise water.

Heading back, we entered another agency at the other end of the port. This one was filled with about five jovial women, who were most certainly were busy with something, but gave us all their attention when we entered. They made mention of International Women’s Day, and that this whole month is a celebration of women, and I instantly loved them. Nothing like your gut, and your gut is typically never wrong. We inquired about a boat to Port Barton there too, and they said it is forbidden, that the coastguard will not allow it, and it is not safe. We happily booked the van with them— the price they gave was cheaper than the other agency, and we made no effort to bargain. They swore up and down that we would get the prime front seat, laughing all the while, made note on the receipt, and we left the office, lighter, knowing that while the boat to Port Barton wouldn’t happen this time, a safe and secure van ride would.

Chef Adonis wrote us, apologizing, explaining that he got a reservation that night for a group, so he’d be unable to give me an actual lesson. He said, instead, I could watch and he’d give me a few tips. Perfect!

We headed back towards the hotel and took out a double kayak. We splashed through the surf and made it into the sea. Paddling around, we raced and circled around the empty traditional boats that were anchored all throughout. We’d set our sights on a far-away boat— “Around number 7!” and race there, resting periodically, enjoying the effort. We caught a wave and returned the kayak, and then enjoyed the pool a bit before showering and getting ready.

I headed out to join Chef Adonis in his kitchen.

I walked to the restaurant, excited, not quite knowing what to expect. I saw the workers and the children, and asked to see the Chef. They led me to his kitchen, where he warmly greeted me, and introduced me to his family. A true family affair. His wife Wilma, and his kids smiled at me, as they kept busy, intent on preparing and serving food. I felt like I had been given the opportunity to see the inside story of a chef in action. I was intent on absorbing every insight, tip and lesson that could be learned from close observation.

Taking prompts from him, I was able to learn a bit about him and his story, as he cut, chopped, boiled and seared. At one point he suggested we take a break and come back in a bit. I went back to the room, and returned with later. This time, you could feel the intensity of preparation— the group was to arrive any minute. The family members worked in full coordination. He even invited me to flip some chicken on a grill that was meant for a curry. Intimidated and cautious, I flipped the meat, and was assured that I was doing a great job.

His kitchen. Everything had its place. Scissors, a timer, and measuring spoons were tied with strings to.a ceiling rafter, so he always knew where they were. Brilliant! Coconut milk was measured out in prepared servings, the spices were all labeled at the top so they could easily be recognized. As I observed his kitchen, a felt a little twinge of pride that mine was not too distant from his set-up.

The Chef mentioned that his best dishes come from great recipes he has found. That also was a comfort to me, and left me with a sense of ease, that I could do my best to repeat his excellence, were I to also have great recipes. And I am blessed with having found many great recipes (especially Indian ones, thanks to @Anupy Singla!)

I did my best to be invisible so they could work and I could observe. Generous with spices during cooking and fresh herbs at the end, I deeply breathed in the energy and the smells, and then took leave, taking a table where the other patrons sat, and Yuval had just arrived.

The group- apparently some filmmakers making a documentary of sorts- seemed very satisfied with their dishes.

We ordered a few things and took in our last evening in Sabang. Not an oceanfront dinner, it was so much more.

Adonis came and joined us towards the end of our meal, bringing us some desserts he had made just for us. “May I join you?” he asked, and we abashedly offered him a seat, embarrassed that it hadn’t occurred us to do so before he asked. And there began our deep dive into theology, science, the art of cooking, politics and more. Heaven.

It might have been half an hour or even an hour, where we sat, shared, laughed, described and explored. Pure curiosity and interest, from both sides. From the Big Bang to creation, understanding varying levels of religiosity, ways of observing Sabbath and more, it was electrifying. Simply a pleasure.

As it started getting late, Yuval asked if we could have a picture together (the clearest demonstration of how much he enjoyed the experience, too!) Chef Adonis invited us into his kitchen to take a picture there. I was overjoyed, knowing that his kitchen was his sacred place, and honored that he let us capture it, together.

A snapshot with memories I will always hold dear.

[nathank77]

5/30/24

8:01 Edited/Slightly Added to

I made phone calls. I called Walmart obv. I'm waiting on their response.

I called my bank and PayPal and took care of something annoying but it's done.

I also called club 24 and planet fitness to understand what I'd be charged to walk in the door and other random important questions such as if I broke my arm and couldn't work out what would happen. Club 24 is vastly more expensive but it's open 24 hours a day every week. You use you card to walk through the door. It's like 150$ to walk in. Then like 12$-16$ a month bc they charge you by the week at a biweekly rate depending on your membership. Beyond that if you break an arm, you can freeze the account but you still get charged 2.99$ a month and if it rolls over past your annual fee you get charged the annual fee.

Planet fitness is like 59$ to walk in the door. It's better to join on the 16th so you get charged on their billing cycle that starts the 17th, the 10$ a month. Then you get charged an annual fee 2 months after signing up at 49$. If you break an arm they freeze your account, charge you nothing a month but if it rolls over the year you get charged the annual fee.

Planet fitness def wins but I wish club 24 did... I like the whole 24 hours everyday... cause of my circadian rhythm issues.. planet fitness is opened 24 hours Monday through Thursday. They technically are opened at 12 a.m on Friday but close at 9 p.m. Then they have standard-ish business hours from Saturday and Sunday until Ike 7 p.m.

I'm only planning on working out twice a week. If I'm bored I may do 3 days. Idk whats going on with Erin but if she can't see me anymore cause of her license issue. I may go Monday and Thursday. I'll coordinate with Mike to get one more appt a week.. I also could go Tuesday and Thursday.

I wish club 24 was better. It's a lot but you shouldn't have to pay if you break a bone a monthly cost.. I get why the annual would be charged but a monthly isn't acceptable if you can't work out bc of an injury, life happens.

So when I eventually join I'm going to planet fitness. It's like 110$ with annual fee/sign up not including monthly and I'll join on the 16th to avoid a prorate cost. It's too bad club 24 would have been awesome if I could go any day of the week after 1 a.m cause of my schedule.

I plan to go twice a week and run. I want to burn calories and also I want to work on my arms, chest, shoulders, sorta my back, eventually my abs. I'm only doing low weights, high reps. I'm going to use the machines mostly bc of form. Free weights you can really fuck your body up if your form isn't right.

I still got to schedule the mri but it's a lot of paperwork...

I got to shower and shave my head and face soon. It's taken a while to get all these phone calls done.

Also the place that does my cbd on my bank account said reoccurring payment... so I called about that bc I'm not locking myself into a subscription.. he is going to cancel it tomorrow if I have a subscription so I don't get charged. Not only do I want the ability to change my products but they have a lot of percentage off deals. Last month it was 20%, for 420. This month it's 20% off for spring lol like I'm not paying full price bc I have a subscription. I'm using promo codes yo. This shit is expensive.

I tried to call car wash places to ask if they do hand washes. I got a hold of like one but they don't do it. I'm just going to go with Espinosa. They def do hand washes. I went there before. They also clean the inside of the car.. for like 30$.. they don't do the greatest job and they are in New Britain or West Hartford. Idk which I'm going to but it's easier than calling 10 places locally and listening to stupid recordings and some places price interior detailing in the hundreds. I might do a shampoo on my seats and stuff. We will see what it costs. I plan to go Saturday.

I called about the teeth sealant they can't give me an estimate over the phone. I really want to get it done before the gym... I may join the gym in July unfortunately. I have my dentist appt on the 11th I think.... and if he doesn't cancel I'm getting that estimate and if it's affordable I'm putting my smile before my pecs tbh.

But yea I got a lot done. I got to fill out the mri paperwork, shave my face/head. Shower. Decide if I want to buy cbd today or wait until the 1st.

The car wash and grocery shopping on Saturday will not be fun. I mean bjs closes at like 7 p.m or something ridiculously early. So I'd have to go grocery shopping first cause I need a chicken and protien bars..

But yea once I get this car wash done I can schedule my macbook phone appt so then I can schedule my in-store appt.

I also ordered laundry Detergent from Walmart with my purchase last night to hit my 35$ free shipping. It's the only thing I'm worried about bc it isn't sealed. And bc of this whole Walmart debacle I'm like what if they poured bleach into it or something.

Maybe I'll return it and get one in store. Cause I mean I've been harassed and made to feel like a criminal and they know my name but I mean- who knows what employee packed my order. The rest of it is all sealed so I mean as long as the seal isn't damaged then I have nothing to worry about. I hate that I have to go to Walmart Saturday...

I'm still waiting for the status report on Kristen... I surely hope they take my case...

I'm prob not going to do anything about my glasses. Between the teeth sealant and the gym, and cbd, money is going to get really tight...

The Ray-Bans have been working. I haven't had enough TV time for hours to see if my eyes strain but I also read if you watch a lot of TV for hours eyes strain. So maybe it isn't worth it...

My tooth not having a brown stain surely isn't worth putting off for too long. I hope the stupid dentist doesn't cancel again. I have an appt at 4:30 p.m. Stop going home early!

I don't want my body to wait too long either, I deserve to hit my prime. I mean I am here but I can get even more sexy.

I won't get my b12 until Saturday so if the Tingly feeling and numbing is from that I guess I got to wait a little longer. I'm worried about sleep. I fall asleep but I'm suffering from all sorts of things now. I kinda feel like that makes xanax fake but idk.

I'm really worried about my testosterone and my next xanax script cause my Dr went mia. I'm just glad xanax is Monday for my renewal... but I hope she responds to my multiple attempts. I got to get my xanax on Wednesday...... so I wont renew until Monday. I mean maybe I should wait until Tuesday but she doesn't work Tuesdays....

So yea a lot of concerns and I'm trying to remedy them. Sleep, Kristen, testosterone/Xanax, Walmart are my biggest concerns.

I still don't know what to do about Erin tomorrow.... I got to decide.

[atiny-piratequeen]

how do get people to talk about your stories with you? i've honestly been trying for years, but barely get any interactions from any one. i know i shouldn't be upset about it, but seeing you and other writers talk about their works just... idk kind of makes me want to give up writing. i'm sorry if this is like sad or weird, but i want to have more interactions with my followers but have no idea where to start...

This may sound weird. And im apologizing in advance.

But its luck. Its literally luck. Ive been writing for over 10 years. Ive been writing for kpop specifically since 2018 ish. Its really like playing the lottery.

Against the Tide is my absolute baby and its very similar to Ataraxia in regards to the fantastical setting and it definitely has more content ive produced than anything for Ataraxia and yet I've gotten more interactions with Beauty Leaves and Ataraxia in these past two months than im sure ive gotten for all of Against the Tide in the three+ ish years I've been writing it.

People will pick and choose what they interact with. There is no one set formula for it. Ive seen fluff series get 200+ notes in a few days and people happily interact with the author. Ive seen things similar get 5 notes and all of them are likes.

Even now, really if you look at it, for as much as I'm getting asks on say, Ataraxia as a verse, Beauty Leaves is still sitting at less than 100 notes im pretty sure and the like to reblog ratio is a joke (most of the reblogs are from me.)

The issue isnt with you or your writing. Its with people not sharing your works. Its with people consuming your works and then just dropping nothing but a like and leaving, if that. Thats what hurts us authors the most because we are not being seen. There are plenty of people out there who I'm sure would LOVE to interact with your works. Who may be curious for more or have little world building questions here and there. They'll never see it sometimes if no one shares it. We authors can only reblog our work but so many times but if our own followers wont help share it, who the hell is gonna see it?

Most of the people who regularly interact with my works at the end of the day are my friends. Gaia, Laz, Dior, Luna, Smalls, these are my friends who I've known for years. Met through writing. Fellow people who also may understand how fucking rough it gets for authors when it feels like your work isnt good enough when the person next to you is getting all these notes and interactions, yet you cant even get a single reblog for something you took who knows how long to share and create with the world.

My advice, if I can give any that help with the pain you're going through and I'm all too familiar with- (again. I have over 2k followers, and most of my interactions are from about 5-7 regulars and of that group literally 95% of us are mutuals. My tag list has over 40 people in it and again, i get reblogs from at best, 4-5 of them that are not me usually unless something REALLY pops off...then i may get like. 10ish. Who knows)

Two things.

One, be your own hype person. Our writing, our worlds, are ours. You work hard in your craft and whether or not people see it will not change the fact that you work hard. You're doing it. Stop to look at what you've done and remind yourself "yea. I fucking did that." And be proud because come hell or high water, its yours. Plus, if you have the time, posting things about what your writing (character blurbs, mood boards, story snippets, spoilers here and there, general world building nuggets) help pique interest. Its how i did it with Against The Tide (i literally never shut the fuck up about AtT and people began to notice and get curious) and literally most of Ataraxia's world building now is because again, i didnt shut the fuck up about something that started small and kept talking about things here and there and then people got curious and asked their questions and just like that, it helped me refine and shape what was originally fuzzy images and vague ideas. Sometimes being your own marketing manager helps wonders

Two, your writing is for you at the end of the day. 1k notes or no notes. You're writing for you. As long as its something your passionate about and something you put heart into, its always worth it. Even if other people dont seem to appreciate it. Join some nets, make some friends with fellow writers. Talk about it there. Honestly it works wonders to have other writer friends because some writers (im looking at myself) will deadass reblog shit they know their friend is working on in a heartbeat with or without having read it. The writing community tends to look after each other most of the time here so i would say if its something thats hurting and truly getting under your skin, tell the world more. Join and share with nets. Talk and hype your works up as much as possible.

Its always worth it when you work for it.

Im sorry i dont really have any foolproof method. I have a few of my own friends i feel envy for because of how consistently some of them get reblogs, get shares, get interactions. Its a bitch and a half and its honestly something I've been saying for years. Its not fair for content creators (artists, gif makers, writers) to give give give all of our worlds our crafts and our effort and then have to beg the people who are take take taking to do the bare minimum and interact with more than a passing like, if that.

Im sorry you're feeling disheartened, friend. If you feel comfortable, send your work to me sometime. I'll happily boost you up if you feel okay with it. Every writer has their own stories to share and I hope some day people will appreciate yours, too

Pace yourself and remember you're doing great regardless

[wistfulcynic]

in December 2008 i moved permanently from the USA to the UK and promptly got an ear infection. It was intensely painful, like an ice pick through my skull. i took some OTC painkiller and lay in bed, moaning and miserable. 

my (English) husband looked at me like i’d grown a third head. 

“if it’s that bad why don’t you just go to the doctor?” he said. 

“i--i can go to the doctor in this country!” was my reply. 

at that time, it had probably been 5-6 years since i’d seen a doctor. Not since i stopped being on my dad’s insurance. Even when i’d had my own insurance (via my grad school institution as part of my teaching assistantship compensation, the same insurance as the professors had. Probably pretty good. Still too confusing and scary for me) i never felt like i had the spare cash to cover a copay, was always afraid that what i needed wouldn’t be covered by the insurance. i ignored an abscess in my mouth for weeks until it finally burst in a geyser of pus you definitely don’t want me to go into further detail about, because i was worried that would count as dental and i didn’t have dental coverage. 

you get the picture. Health care in the US sucks hard. 

when my ear was infected, my husband phoned his local GP surgery (with which i was not registered, i was an immigrant on a spouse visa, only arrived the previous week), got me an appointment later that day. They saw me, diagnosed me, gave me a prescription for antibiotics for which i paid (i think, at the time) roughly £7. Cleared up in a few days. 

all i paid for was the prescription. 

some years later my husband made me go to the doctor again. i was having random symptoms i wasn’t even sure were symptoms, a weird laundry list of stuff that could be connected or could be nothing. i went to the GP with this list, worried that they’d take one look at a heavyset woman and immediately go “lose weight fatty!” or “diabetes!” They did not. The doctor was a young-ish woman who listened carefully to everything i told her, looked at my list of symptoms, and said “we’ll test for other things, but I’m 99% sure this is a problem with your thyroid. i’m going to start you on some medicine while we wait for the test results.” 

prescriptions were by then something in the neighbourhood of £8. 

a few days later i got a call from the lab that had run my blood tests. They told me that my thyroid levels were through the roof, so high they were actively dangerous. Cardiac arrest was a likely outcome if it was left untreated. They advised me to get a prescription immediately, and were audibly relieved when i told them i already had one. 

if i’d not been living in a country with free-at-the-point-of-service health care, i would not have seen a doctor. The NHS saved my life. 

why am i going on about this? Well. It’s because NHS workers have planned a strike for later this month, and the press are already on the attack. Fearmongering about how this will throw the system into chaos, patients will go untreated, etc etc blah blah all with the very unsubtle spin of “blame the workers. Blame the strikers. They’re putting your lives in danger.” 

zero mention of how dire the situation is in many hospitals. Not enough nurses (because Brexit among other reasons) and the ones we do have are overworked and underpaid. Too many patients not enough beds. Old buildings, old equipment. 

none of which is a problem with the system. The system’s great. The system works. The problem is the predatory Tory government who would love nothing more than a privatised, US-style insurance-based healthcare system off of which they and their cronies can profit. The problem is how the government has been starving the NHS of funds for over a decade, under the guise of “austerity” and how we all need to muck in together. Except them, obviously. They’re different. 

the problem is absolutely not the people striking because they, like nearly all of us in this country, are shamefully underpaid. Because they deserve compensation for their hard and dangerous work. Compensation they are not being given, despite their attempts at negotiation. 

whenever collective action happens there are always people eager to blame the workers. Greedy nurses, refusing to treat us when we need them because they think their pay is more important. How dare they? They have a responsibility to do their jobs! i am urging all my UK mutuals and anyone who reads this not to be taken in by these spurious arguments or any spin doctoring from the news rags. Side with the workers! Side with the nurses. Side with the people who want the NHS well-funded and thriving. A robust national health service is a universal good. Ours is creaky and wobbling but that is from mistreatment, not because the principle is unsound. i promise you, however frustrating you find the NHS, an American-style system is far, far worse. 

[gaybananabread]

for tickletober could u do 21 with lee Amity and ler Emira/Edric? and hope u have a wonderful day/night thanks :D

Sure! I've never written for Emira and Edric, so I'm sorry if they seem off. I saw that you had another request for the same thing, so I figured I knock em both out with this! Hope you enjoy!

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Lee: Amity

Lers: Edric, Emira

Summary: Amity won't get up, and the twins decide to have some fun at her expense.

Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don't like that, scroll away!

It was getting closer to 10, and the twins still hadn't seen Amity. They were kinda worried. She tended to get up by, at the latest, 7:30. After ten minutes, they called it and went to check on her.

Looking into their sister's room, they can see a lump in a mountain of blankets. Clothes were tossed in the corner, books were out of place, and some abomination goo was splattered on the wall.

It was weirder than weird. She was normally so organized, and her room looked like this? They went to her bed, pulling off the layers of blankets. Amity had her little message thingy near her head. She was using a school book ad a pillow, the page turned to Boiling Isles History. It looked like she stayed up studying, her room becoming a war zone in the process.

"Man, looks like Mittens crammed last night." It was Saturday, but studying wasn't a bad idea. Definitely not to this extent though. "Let's get her up."

They tried shaking her, but were only met with a grunt. Flicking her forehead didn't work either. Edric sighed. "Welp, I'm outta ideas. Wanna try water ballons?" Emira shook her head. "Nah, we'd get killed. Needs to be nice-ish and not destroy stuff. Got anything better?"

They spent at least two minutes going through methods, but none of them would do. They would either tick her off or make a mess, and they'd rather not be on their mom's bad side.

"Ooh, what about a air horn?" She laughed. "Are you kidding? That would get everyone on us. We'd have to help with production for a month! What's worked before?" He thought back to when Amity was younger.

"Hey, remember that time she had her first final exam, and we had to tickle her awake?" Emira's eyes lit up. "Oh yeah! That'll definitely work! And she probably won't kill us!" They were practically yelling. Fortunately for them, their sister was back asleep, tuning them out.

The twins pulled back her covers again, the same groan coming from the lavender haired witch. Only this time, they didn't say anything. Right as she was about to open her eyes, she felt fingers scratching at her sides. Too groggy ti think straight, she let a stream of breathy giggles flow from her mouth.

"Ehehehehehe! Guhuhuhuys! Nohohohoho!" She slapped clumsily at their hands, only causing them to laugh with her. "Hehey Mittens! Welcome to the living!" She squealed. "Eeek! Shuhuhut it!"

They cooed. "Awwwe! You squeal when we tease you? That's adorable!" Much more awake now, Amity started to actually fight back. She scooted away, shoving at their hands. "Stohohop ihit, you jeherks!"

Bringing out his inner drama-kingness, Edric gasped, falling back a bit. "Jerks! Oh, the betrayal! I can feel my heart shattering!" Emira just hopped up on the bed, causing her sis to squeak and shuff back more. "Well, if we're jerks, we'd better start to act like 'em. Wouldn't wanna disappoint ya!"

She lunged forward, shoving her hands into the young witch's armpits. She yelped, then dissolved into high-pitched cackles. "NAHAHAHOHO!" EHEHEHE- EHEHEHMIHIRAHA!" She thrashed around, trying to escape the feeling of those torturous fingers against her pits. She only managed to get them wedged in tighter.

"Okay, Em. As cute as this is, we should stop. Don't wanna kill our baby sis!" She sighed. "Fiiiine. You're lucky Ed's making me go easy on you, Mittens." She slowed to a stop, trailing her fingers down Amity's sides one more time.

They both took a step back to admire there work.  Amity had her tomato-face blush going, and occasional giggles peppered her breathing. She was definitely awake now, smiling and giddy. For one final touch, they both sucked in some air and shouted,

"Good morning sleepy head!"

[angry-geese]

Nanami Kento x Reader

Warnings: sfw. pregnancy mention, death mention, minor injury mention. mild angst. jjk manga spoilers/shibuya arc spoilers

Summary: some pregnancy fluff with nanami

Word Count: 2.2k

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Greys dot at his temples, and the sides of his beard. There's a permanent line between his eyebrows from scowling. Nanami always kept his face shaved in the past. Nowadays he hardly bothers shaving. You like it when he has a little bit of scruff, and he's often too tired to shave. His cheeks are far more gaunt. He lost a considerable amount of weight he never really gained back. You’ve been trying to get him to eat more. And it's working, but recovery isn't a short process. It was a long road that sometimes it feels like you take one step forward, only to take ten back.

He finds himself questioning if he'd rather wear a glass eye, or an eyepatch.

Nanami hardly sees the point in either. So the answer is neither. He rarely leaves his house, save for the rare times you drag him along to the grocery store, or down the street to the bakery. Even then, he wears his hat low on his head, keeping his eyes on the ground in a feeble attempt to make himself as small as possible.

Shibuya left scars on everyone who had the misfortune of being there, ones that never quite healed right. You were the same person; torn apart and put back together wrong. Age has not been kind to you, your wounds taking longer to heal, an ever-present ache in your bones. Past injuries have never quite healed, only laying dormant, waiting for the weather to sour so they can ache. He guesses he can consider himself lucky. He's alive. That's more than a lot of people can say.

But sometimes he thinks the real lucky ones were those who didn't survive.

Sometimes he thinks he's dead. In the twilight between sleep and his waking moments, he wonders if he actually made it. He wonders if he really survived, or if this is just some last ditch attempt by his brain to make sense of things.

He doesn't understand why you stay. He finds himself wondering why he bothers. Most days he doesn't see a point in continuing. But he doesn't want to leave you alone, reaching out to the empty space where he used to be.

For a long time he struggled to find purpose to all this. He wanted a reason, or at the very least answers. But he never would get them. It's unfair to say there’s an order to the universe. There's no reason why things happen the way they happen, they just do.

In the end he came to terms with it.

He remembers the glint in your eyes. A mischievous look- you were always trying to cause trouble. It's never really left. You were younger than him. Not by much. Two years. You were adamant he recommended you to become a grade one sorcerer. For months you pestered him, hounding him for that recommendation. As a Jujutsu High first-year, you looked up to him. When you got into trouble, you found yourself asking 'what would Nanami do?' And as time went on, you still did.

After months of pestering he eventually caved. You're nothing if not persistent. It was a little alarming at the time, and equally as irritating. But when you were finally a grade one sorcerer, he was there alongside you to celebrate.

At first glance, you two were far from compatible. The two of you couldn't be any more different. He was stoic and stern, and you were a known troublemaker. Your cursed technique worked well with his, and as a result, you went on many jobs together. As time went on you grew close.

And after years of working together, he finally realized he wanted more.

To everyone around you, your feelings were obvious. The two of you were hopeless. Between your stubbornness, and Nanami’s refusal to believe Gojo, neither of you wanted to be the first to confess. It was up to Gojo to help. Neither of you asked for his help, he took it upon himself. Little did he know, Nanami had a confession planned.

Nanami never got to have a proper confession. Gojo would spoil the surprise. Nanami was pissed, but your reaction was worth it. He doesn't think he’s ever seen you that happy.

Slowly things got better. Your more visible wounds healed and scarred. You went back to work. Nanami settled into domestic life better than he thought he would.

The transition wasn't the easiest. Settling down was far from an instantaneous change. He took on work around the house. For a short time you kept a ‘normal’ job. Even when you were younger, such work never suited you. Between the money you had saved up from your years as a sorcerer, and the money you got from odd jobs, you had enough to live comfortably. There was no need to work.

Slowly he started to look forward to getting up in the morning. Having a routine helped. It gave him a sense of normalcy.

He often finds himself unable to sleep. Nanami falls asleep late in the afternoon, and sleeps until either his phone, or a nightmare rouses him.

Today it's neither. He was a light sleeper before. Now even more-so. When he’s next to you, sleep comes to him easier. His arms find the swell of your belly, wrapping around it protectively. Your presence is a reminder that you’re still around, that you're not going anywhere. His shoulder aches. He finds sleep impossible. He’s too sore to move, but too sore to sleep. Even before everything, he found it easy to sleep on his couch, and hard to sleep in bed. You’d constantly pester him that sleeping on the couch wasn't good for his back. But that wouldn't stop you from staying there until you both inevitably fell asleep, and he carried you to bed.

It took you years to convince him to have one. He wanted to settle down and have children, but he couldn't be both a sorcerer and a parent. And neither could you. Shibuya only set things back. The world had to heal first. Things had to get better. The two of you had to heal before others could rely on you.

You weren't actively trying, but if it happened, it happened.

You've long since fallen asleep in the crook of his neck. He hardly left bed all day. Things were getting bad again. Sometimes months would go by where it seemed things were improving, only for them to take a nosedive. He’s still getting better, but recovery isn't a linear process. You didn't have anywhere to go that day, so you stayed right by his side. You took it upon yourself to make him feel better. Or at least bother him until he got out of bed. Much of your morning was spent watching movies on your phone, and stealing blankets from each other.

Retirement was nice. Granted, you retired rather young, but if the rest of your life was spent with him, you’d be content. He’s still the same man you fell in love with all those years ago. Aside from the occasional, safe-ish odd job, you were done with sorcery. Those days were past you.

He’s grown tired of staying still. Sometimes moving helps the aches. He never was the earliest riser before, but now he can hardly stay in bed past seven. Everything hurts. No matter when he goes to sleep, he’s usually up by 7:30, and you can count on him making coffee in the kitchen.

It's hardly past nine. The sun has completely set over the horizon. Stiffness has set into his limbs. He takes great care to not disturb your sleeping form, tucking the blankets back around you.

You nuzzle into the warm spot where he once was, a frown burned into your face. You never liked sleeping without him. Nightmares struck you frequently. Often you'd wake up from a dead sleep in a panic, calling out for him, convinced that this was some sick dream and he died years ago. He’d often wake up to you clinging to his arm, face buried in his shirt.

But he was always there.

You find it easier to fall asleep when it's light out. You don't like falling asleep in the dark. He makes sure to keep a light on in the hall. The power bill you could care less about. Nightmares came to you in the dark. Your logic is that, if there's no dark, you won't have them. To some extent it works.

It's a bit late for dinner, but he finds himself in the kitchen anyway. He wants udon, but the shop you normally go to would be closed at this hour. Their mushroom udon is the best. He’ll try to recreate it.

He sets some water on to boil, along with some frozen gyoza to thaw that you always insist on going to this one specific market in Tokyo for. Chicken and leek, with lots of ginger. Your favorite. You go through so much of the stuff that you have to get it in bulk, and freeze the extras. He thinks you’ll want tea too, so he sets the kettle on to boil.

He doesn't hear you walk in. Between the clanking of pots, and the whistling of the kettle, your soft footsteps go unheard. Nanami’s hearing was never quite the same. But he senses eyes on his back, and turns.

“I didn't mean to wake you, love.” He says.

“You didn't. I was having a hard time staying asleep anyway,” you say, “what’re you making?”

“Mushroom udon and gyoza,” he says, “it’s gonna be kind of a late dinner, but I thought it sounded good.”

“Smells good,” you say.

One of his hands finds your much smaller ones. Your fingers lace with his. His hands are warm, and calloused from years of using his weapon.

“Remind me to get more tea when I head into town tomorrow,” you say, “oh- and rice too. We were getting low the last time I checked. Do you want to go too?”

He nods. He makes a silent note to add those, along with laundry soap to the shopping list.

Before, he hated going into town. Strangers poked and prodded, and asked about his scars. It's gotten better as time goes on. If cravings struck you in the middle of the night, he would be up and ready to bring you something. Craving the mochi only sold by a specific shop in Tokyo? It doesn't matter if he had to take the train all the way to the city, he’d do it. Your arms wrap around his waist from behind. He’s a bit too tall for you to rest your head on his shoulder from behind. You have to stand on the tips of your toes to press a kiss to his cheek. He smells faintly of laundry soap, and shampoo. His stubble brushes against your lips. You always liked when he grew it out.

He pulls you so you stand in front of him, your back against his chest. His hands find the swell of your belly, wrapping around you protectively. Nanami plants a kiss on the top of your head. It's one of the few moments you feel truly normal. You’re no longer sorcerers, but a couple sharing a romantic moment, one building a life together.

He’s hardly allowed any distance between you two. Nanami acts like you’re made out of glass. He’s almost afraid to touch you. God forbid you try to lift something too heavy, or help out with the housework. He’s on you in an instant, trying to get you to rest. He’s a bit overbearing when it comes to things that aren't good for the baby. No alcohol, no caffeine, no overexerting yourself. You didn't miss alcohol all that much, but you really miss coffee. At times his presence can be suffocating. He means well, even if it gets on your nerves.

When the noodles are done, he gathers two bowls- part of a set given to you as a wedding gift. You only brought them out to use when your parents would visit. Much of the time they spent gathering dust. You always talked about using them more, but never got the opportunity to. He figures now is as good a time as ever. You set the table, setting out a few candles. He’d break out a bottle of sake if you could drink, but you just settle for tea.

"Retirement looks good on you," you say.

“It looks good on you too,” he says.

Conversation carries on while you eat. The topic falls onto mundane things that make his heart flutter only when you talk about them. You make plans to go shopping in the morning. You need groceries, and there’s a new shop opening up in town that you want to check out. When you’re done eating, you help him clean up. You clear the table while he gets the dishes.

He’s finally found his place. Not in jujutsu or human society. Not among sorcerers or regular people. His place is beside you.

And each day, he finds himself falling more hopelessly in love.

[xiaongh]

[ early gossip. ]

➤ pairing: levi x fem!reader

➤ cw’s: suggestive - mentions of make up and angry sex, eren doesn’t knock, cursing, reader is 5′7, levi get’s embarrassed, the scouts goofing around, hange teases levi and reader, crackfic (?).

➤ summary: connie and jean dared eren to walk into levi’s bedroom without knocking. what they saw shocked them all, and word got around about what happened.

➤ w. count: 2k+

➤ request by anon: hey bestie, can i request a crackfic for aot. basically the scouts are dared to enter levi's bedroom and they see his fem s/o cuddling him, but they were sleeping and they didn't know that levi was a little spoon. and they end up waking them up. the rest is up to you bestie !

➤ a/n: PLEASE THIS WAS A SHIT TON OF FUN TO WRITE. YOURE WELCOME BESTIE AND I HOPE YOU LIKE IT. <3 gif isn’t mine. takes place when historia is going to be the queen, so season three-ish.

“i’m not doing shit! captain levi will have my head! if you really want to see what it looks like in there go do it yourself, i’m staying put here,” eren was getting nervous at what jean and connie dared him to do. 

like any group of teenagers, they stayed up all night, talked and played games. they had just started playing truth or dare when jean and connie both dared eren to walk into levi’s bedroom without knocking.

“what, you’re gonna be a pussy, jaeger?” jean teased. he knew that if he started calling eren a wimp for not wanting to do it, he would do it for sure. and the only reason he was pressuring him was because he himself wouldn’t do it either. 

“guys, i don’t think that’s a good idea. what if he genuinely gets upset. he won’t let us live it down,” armin reasoned.

all of the scouts were sitting up late at night in the lunch room with a candle in the center of the table. 

mikasa nodded her head in agreement, “and we also have to get up early for historia’s coronation tomorrow.”

“coronation for what?” asked sasha after getting a few snacks and opening the bags while putting them in the center of the table for everyone to grab their share. 

“sasha, hange told us this today,” armin chuckled nervously, “but it’s so she can become the queen tomorrow- or today since i’m assuming it’s pretty early judging by the way the sun is coming up.”

“that makes this even better, jaeger. if you do it now, there’s a chance that captain levi won’t even know,” connie encouraged. 

“don’t do it if you don’t want to, eren. it doesn’t make you a pussy like jean says,” since mikasa was seated next to eren she put a hand on his shoulder. 

eren’s face flushed and he nodded and sighed, “i’ll do it.”

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eren’s fist shook as it hovered over the door knob of his office. after he stayed there for a while, jean complained, “c’mon and do this! we’ve all been wanting to see what his bedroom looks like,” jean whispered. if he had actually talked aloud, it would echo off the walls and levi would for sure wake up. 

eren looked back at him, “if it’s so easy, why don’t you do it?” eren whisper yelled back. mikasa stood in between them. sasha, connie, and armin were behind all of them -- preparing to run in case levi woke up. 

“guys, calm down, eren, if you’re going to do this, do it now.’

eren took a deep breath and his hand twisted the door knob. the door creaked and they all cringed. when the door opened -- levi’s office was present to them. of course they had all seen it already and knew it was always clean, but they were surprised when they saw how messy it was. his report papers were on the floor, the desk was cleared off with everything on the floor. the couch he had in his office was messed up with all of the cushions on the floor.

“... what do you think happened?” jean asked all of them as they all walked into his office. 

“there’s a slight chance that he got angry or something and went to go sleep it off. that probably explains why he didn’t clean it up,” armin said. after they scanned the room and its state, they all looked at the door in the far corner of the whole room. 

jean came up from behind eren, “go on, do it,” eren was sweating as he took cautious steps towards the door. 

they all followed behind in suspense. eren took a deep breath before putting his hand on the doorknob and twisting it quietly. this time the door didn’t creak. eren was the only one to walk in as the others stayed behind. 

eren’s eyes squinted and his eyebrows furrowed after he saw a rather big figure in levi’s bed that was too big to be levi. they were fully covered with the bed sheets -- meaning that eren would have to go on the other side of the bed to see who that was. 

eren’s footsteps were barely heard on the floor as he walked to the opposite side of the room and his eyes widened when he saw the face of commander y/n spooning a shirtless levi. 

his panicked eyes looked back to the group who had their heads peeped out of the doorway. in a panic, he misplaced his foot and a very audible creaking noise went through the room. eren slowly looked back at the duo in the bed and sighed in relief when they hadn’t woken up.

eren tip toed back to the rest of them. they all looked at him expectantly, “so, what’d you find out?” asked connie. they all stared at him eagerly. 

“uh- how do i word this?”

“spit it out.”

“captain levi is a ... little spoon, and they person spooning him is commander y/n,” their eyes were the size of saucers as they all rushed - quietly - into his bedroom and in fact saw that commander y/n was spooning captain levi. 

“he looks so peaceful when he’s sleeping,” said sasha. she was the closest to the two.

“sasha! back up,” jean whispered while pulling her back. 

they all inspected them. they looked a little too comfortable with each other. and that’s when armin connected the dots. while everyone was watching the two, he had figured something out. 

“wait- guys ..” they all looked back at armin. 

“what is it?” they all had their backs turned to the duo to hear what the blonde had to say.

“guys, you remember how everything was cleared off of his desk, and how his couch was a mess? the captain is shirtless .. and if i’m correct, commander y/n is also ,, uhm- shirtless,” armin looked at the floor with his new found discovery.

as if on time, a knife was thrown at armin. there was a small opening where they could throw something at armin. it didn’t hit him, but it was thrown next to his face and hit the wall, “bingo! you figured it out, arlert, i’m surprised though. thought it would take you longer,” they all slowly looked back in horror. 

there was you and levi - awake. 

while levi was undeniably flustered -- you didn’t have any shame. they all saw a bit of your side boob since levi was turned away from them and laying on your chest. when he realized who they were - thinking it was hange - his shy façade faded and he looked back at them while covering you up after seeing jean and eren looking a bit. 

“what the fuck are you guys doing here?” that’s when all hell broke loose. 

jean, connie, and sasha were yelling while running around the room. just when they were going to run out the room, a knife was thrown that stopped them. it hit the tip of sasha’s nose since she was in front. they looked back to see that you had thrown it. “no you don’t. unless you want to see my naked body, you’re not going anywhere.”

armin was on his knees repeatedly saying that they were sorry and begged for mercy. eren was getting yelled at by captain levi and mikasa was just standing there.

you and levi were properly sat up and levi offered most of the blanket to you for you to cover your breasts.

sasha, connie, and jean all walked to where eren was and they all got yelled at.

they were assigned cleaning, kitchen, and stable duty for 3 months, “any questions?”

eren looked up at you, “uh- if it’s not intruding or anything- what are you two?”

“now, that’s none of your business. jaeger-”

“levi, they need to know,” they all noticed how levi’s eyes softened a bit when they looked at you. levi sighed before nodding his head. 

“levi and i have been dating for 6 months now, and before any of you panic and ask us why we didn’t tell you- it’s because the both of us aren’t that fond of pda,” they all didn’t know how to respond to this.

armin was the first to speak up, “so .. did you two ... have-”

“make up sex and angry sex? yes. levi was being a bitch to everyone about something-”

“oh it wasn’t just something, you almost got yourself killed,” levi glared at you. 

they watched the both of you going back and forth before you ended the conversation to answer armins question, “anyways yeah he was mad about something and ignored everyone for like a week before he called me here yesterday night and apologized. i, of course, blew up on him and here we are now,” you grinned at them. 

levi was definitely going to say something to you later about revealing certain things about your relationship that didn’t need revealing. 

that’s when you rubbed your eyes and looked outside the window and panicked, “shit- levi we’re gonna be late. we have to do that thing and all the superiors need to be earlier than the scouts,” levi nodded his head. 

“hey, can you pass me that?’ you asked mikasa. mikasa’s cheeks flamed up when she saw you were pointing at your black bra on the floor. mikasa grabbed the bra and tossed it to you. now that they all looked at the floor, yours and levi’s clothes were thrown all over the place. 

you grabbed your panties from the nightstand besides your side of the bed and put them on. you looked over at levi who was staring at the group, “you’re not gonna get ready?”

levi shook his head, “i still have to deal with them,” after sasha tossed your jeans and shirt after pointing at them for her to grab, you put them on and stood up. your shirt wasn’t buttoned up - making your bra visible. levi knew you were in a rush so didn’t say anything. 

knowing that he was going to be stubborn, you walked over his side, “don’t be harsh on them, okay?” you gave him a kiss and hugged him before you walked out and shut the door. 

everything you needed was in your own bedroom. 

levi looked at where you left with a slight blush that made the scouts smile. they’re smiles faded when they saw the look their captain was giving them, “now that she’s gone ... let’s discuss some things.”

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hange looked at the terrified and sleepy looking scouts in front of them at the lunch room. they raised an eyebrow at the scouts, “what happened? you guys look like you just went through hell and back.”

“it was just a stupid dare,” sasha started, “and we got yelled at by captain levi,” eren finished for her. 

“did he catch all of you staying up or something?”

“they walked into levi’s bedroom without knocking or anything,” you said after walking towards their table with levi behind you and sat yourself next to hange. levi sat next to you. 

“they don’t know how to fucking knock-”

“levi, we talked about this. they’re kids, let them have fun so they don’t get all grumpy like you,” you teased while bumping his shoulder with yours. 

hange looked between the two of you, “wait- did they walk in while you two were-?!” hange cackled. 

“more like the aftermath,” you chuckled. 

“that’s even worse!” hange held their stomach with both hands. 

the scouts looked at hange, “wait, you knew about them?!” they all exclaimed. 

hange wiped their tears, “of course i did? who do you think levi first told? he was so happy and couldn’t stop talking about it. when y/n first entered the training thing around the time levi joined, he wouldn’t stop getting all shy around her,” hange’s mouth was covered by you since you could tell that levi was getting annoyed. the scouts shivered, there was an aura surrounding the captain while he sipped his tea. 

“hange, if you want to live to see tomorrow, run for it,” they dashed out of the room.

that’s when you realized that hange quite literally yelled and everyone heard what hange had said and chaos broke loose. 

“they were dating?”

“captain levi’s known commander y/n for that long?”

“he had a crush on her when she first came here?”

“captain levi gets shy?”

“oi, leave it be or all of you will run 110 laps,” everyone went back to their business. 

you chuckled nervously and scratched the back of your head. 

levi looked all of them dead in the eyes, “knock next time or i’ll have your heads on a plate-”

“no, you won’t.”

“yes i will.”

“love, don’t start please.”

“you started it first.”