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[anotheryoutubefanpage]

Yall im so stupid i just found out where my ask box is in the app 🤦‍♀️

[zee-rambles]

Lets. D0. This.

(Please note: Post will be updated as I find more resources and think of more strategies)

(Please do not re-use gif without permission…unless it’s to save Rise…)

Mutant May

YOU can watch Season 1 and Season 2 of RISE right HERE!

So I’ve seen a a lot of people still wondering if Rise of the TMNT can be saved.

There’s is a lot of hope, especially with the boom of fans joining the fandom after the movie dropped last year, people making more art on tumblr, twitter, tik tok, and so on. But also a a lot of doubt, especially after JJ Conway’s post on twitter.

BUT…I still think there is a chance…a GOOD chance. WITH ORIGINAL CAST AND CREW! Why?

We live in the internet. Information is more then easy to get out now thanks to social media. There is all kinds of ways to get the word out to people. Let’s abuse it. 😎

Fans have brought back shows before.

We need a MAJOR push through social media, more fans, more art, it’s up to us…and I think we can do it!

Fans convinced Netflix to bring Sense8 back for a finale

Fans convinced fox to bring back “Futurama” after it was cancelled in 1999.

Hey Arnold got the jungle movie thirteen years after the show was cancelled

Animaniacs got a 3 season revival 22 years after it stopped airing.

Brooklyn 99 was cancelled in 2018, and the fans convinced NBC to pick up the series.

Arrested Development was canceled after 3 seasons, but AFTER it was cancelled, it grew an audience and they made it come back!

Fans saved the original Star Trek in the 60s with letters.

They did it. Why can’t we?

So what can we do?

Well…

1. PETITIONS TO SAVE RISE that we can all sign…

PETITION 1 (The strongest one, but the more petitions signed, the better!)

PETITION 2

PETITION 3

PETITION 4 (save the content that was cut/we missed)

PETITION 5! (Make an ROTTMNT season 3)

2. Pester Nickelodeon and Netflix on social media (THE BIG ONE Y’ALL, THIS IS THE MOST DIRECT AND IMPORTANT)

Be polite, be non-toxic (don’t be rude or mean, the boys would not want that, and the Nick/Netflix won’t listen), but be LOUD, PASSIONATE, AND ANNOYING! Ask for DVDs of the show/movie, and then BUY THOSE DVDs!

MAKE SURE TO ASK FOR THE FULL ORIGINAL CAST AND CREW TO COME BACK, INCLUDING ANDY SARIANO AND ANT WARD.

Sample DM/Letter (but try to come up with your own. Too many repeats and they will ignore it)

“Dear Nickelodeon/Netflix/Viacom, I can’t tell you how much Rise means to me, and I really love that you put the show on air. But it was not fair that the show was cancelled before it got the chance to reach the audience it deserved, only because of a few bad reviews and a lack of advertising. The show is great, there’s tons of fans, tons of art, and people, including me, want so much more! Please bring it back! We want the original crew to come, Flying Bark, for the show to get it’s full second season restored, and it’s five season run like it was originally intended. People hated the 2012 TMNT when it came out, but it got it’s chance and now there are people that love it. Why can’t Rise of the TMNT have the same? It’s clear that the creators love their work and there’s a growing fan base for it. Rise just came out at the wrong time, but it deserves it chance to shine.”

The more personal you made the letter, the more you say what Rise means to you, the better.

As for me? I’m sending them a picture of Pizza Pigeon with the #wewantmoreriseoftheTMNT and #saverottmnt

Request movies/seasons on Netflix.

Ask for Rise Season 2, another season, another movie. Just keep asking!

Nickelodeon’s facebook page (Look, I know that facebook is a relic at this point, but the more people go there and PESTER Nickelodeon, the better!)

Rise’s facebook page

Leave good reviews. Share. Leave TONS of comments

Nickelodeon’s instagram

Nickelodeon’s Twitter page (treat carefully, there be Musks out there…only use if you are over 18)

Nickelodeon’s TikTok

Niceklodeon’s letter inbox

Nickelodeon, 1515 Broadway, New York, NY 10036

Rugrats was brought back because fans bombarded Nickelodeon with letters saying they wanted it back. Might as well cover our bases. This one is a BIG DEAL!

Nickelodeon’s Corporate Number

1-212-846-2543 Call them! Annoy them! Ask how we can get their attention! Tell them why you love this show! Why it deserves to come back.

Contact Paramount

Paramounts Request form

Official Fan Page Rise’s Instagram

The more followers the better.

Netflix’s instagram

Netflix’s facebook

Netflix’s Twitter (Treat carefully. There be MUSKs out there…only use if you are over 18)

SPAM NICKELODEON’S EMAILS!

feedback@nick.com

contactus@nick.com

Letterbox@nick.co.uk

help@paramountplus.coM

If anyone has any more, any deeper more direct points of contact, or more ideas, please share!

3. Leave good reviews for Rise anywhere and raise awareness everywhere you can!

One of the key reasons Rise did not do too well because it was unfairly review bombed before people could give it a chance…so get out there on tik tok, IMDB, Rotten Tomatoes, and ESPECIALLY youtube.

Make reviews! Analysis! JOKES! Support other content creators! When the Rise Reanimated video comes out, share it like no tomorrow!

No one paid attention when How to Train Your Dragon came out, but word of mouth and people saying it was good, made it the success it was. Let’s repeat history!

Anytime there is NEW RISE CONTENT on Nickelodeon’s YouTube channel, watch it, share, spread it.

Share this post on social media, across various sites, use the information here to spread awareness about how people can help and what they can do. Be relentless! (Like Leo in Lair Games)

Ask influencers to review, react, and give RISE a chance without placing judgement.

4. Make. ART!

Draw, Write, TWEET, Make MERCH, Sell MERCH, Make Tik Toks, Videos on YouTube, posts on instagram, discord, what pad, demanding more Rise, spreading the word, and just showing how much you love this show! Not only will it attract attention, but it’s also good for all of us. There will be more Rise content either way.

Make sure to @ nickelodeon on ALL of your art! SPAM THEM! ANNOY THEM! DROWN THEM IN LOVE FOR THIS SHOW! Demand DVD’s and Blue rays of the SHOW AND THE MOVIE! It’s not fair that we can’t have access to it!

PLAY THIS GAME!

If you see official Rise MERCH in the while, buy it if you can! Also support as many rise content creators as you can. If you can’t draw? Write! If you can’t create! Like! Share! Comment! Support each other!

Rise April ART Challenge

Keep in mind…there WILL be pushback.

Companies as big as Nickelodeon and Viacom care about their bottom line: $$$…money. BUT pushback, whether they are taking down your videos on Tik Tok, striking artists on twitter, mean that they’re taking NOTICE. So don’t. Give. UP!

One last thing to remember: DO NOT harass fans for enjoying other versions of TMNT

Even though Rise is the first and only TMNT I have ever loved, I don’t believe in shaming other fans for looking forward to, or enjoying other TMNT series. Gatekeeping like that was what stopped Rise from (heh) Rising as high as it should have. All Rise fans are welcome, and all TMNT fans are welcome. Rise deserves to reach more fans, it deserves another season, and it does not need to knock down other TMNT series to do it. Show them your love and your need for more Rise, without making other TMNT fans feel unwelcome.

Share, spread the word, give it your best shot! A village can move MOUNTAINS! SO let’s do it.

So that in the near future…we can MAKE THIS JOKE!

[plaidos]

Im a trans man who was on the outside circle of a friend group led by another trans man, there was one trans woman in the friend group, and she was dating the guy who kinda led the friend group. I didnt talk to her much, because i didnt talk to anyone there much due to bad experiences with the people in that group (tried to bring up stuff like experiencing dysphoria before I was out and got screamed at by the lead guy for “appropriating trans culture” and how i couldn’t use terms like gender envy to describe how i wanted to look exactly like a cis man youtuber i watched. He also shamed me for my interests which he deemed morally iredeemable (homestuck) before getting back into it himself, and then it was fine) but yeah i didnt talk to her much, and then suddenly i was dragged back into the friend group to do an intervention for the lead guy for a lot of insane things, and the tgirl was the one who asked me to help. When i was known as the only girl in the group, i was the group therapist and mom basically, i didnt want to be, and when i pulled away/came out as a trans man it seemed they replaced me with the tgirl as the group mom. And we started talking. And oh my god. Anything they did to me wa %1000 worse with her. She had to convince a grown as man that being homeless was not in fact a good fall back plan to not being able to find a roommate and no it wasnt easy. But nothing compares to the way she was treated by the main guy she was dating. The things she told me were so awful, she was basically his bangmaid abuse prisoner, he convinced her to move in with him, and then she had to do everything for him because he was “too depressed” he would sit at his computer all day cheating on her with other trans men while she cleaned his whole fucking house, and cooked, and got physically ill from all of the mold that he had let grow on things like dishes. He only really interacted with her when he needed comfort or sex. And he literally forbade her from doing anything sexual herself including masturbating without his permission because “it made him feel like she was like the pedo that groomed him when he was young” any kinks she had she was told were perverted and degenerate, she age regresses which he compared to pedophilia, it was so awful on literally every level, and he had convinced her she was so worthless and unloveable that when i told her she should leave him she said it was fine and they were working on it. It never got better and when they did break up he spread rumors that she had been raping him. She then dated another trans man who did the exact same thing down to the rape acussations when they broke up. And i was one of the only people who tried to convince her to break up with either of them initially, i was the only person who was the first to speak up. Apparently the other men in the group agreed with me they just didnt say anything till after i did then suddenly they were all agreeing. Shes doing better now and her self esteem is slowly recovering, she still talks to that friend group excluding her exes, i dont talk to any of them except her anymore. Anytime i see a trans man say they cant be misogynistic or transmisogynistic i kind of hate them for it. I was literally screamed at for trying to come out because then the group wouldnt have their “token cis girl” yes that was my title in the group, to dump their issues on. And as soon as i pulled away they replaced me with a woman they treated even worse just because she was trans and easy to beat down. Literally the only two women in the group and we were forced into the mom friend role. Its awful and i hate that people cannot acknowledge it happens. Trans men are not magically exempt from misogyny, and the ones who claim they are are lying to themselves and others so they can benefit from it. That first guy? The one who was so awful to both of us? Hes on tumblr and hes a pretty popular fanartist, he reblogs save trans women shit all the time, i hate him so much and i hate people who are compicit to the abuse trans women face, sorry for writing so much

don’t apologise, thanks for having the courage to share your experiences. it makes my heart sink how familiar this story is, the amount of people who have shared fundamentally identical experiences to this — the belief that trans men do not and cannot utilise male privilege above trans women (even in trans spaces) is without a doubt the reason so many are able to get away with this. i’ve heard this same story dozens of times; trans girl who is being physically & sexually abused by her (trans) boyfriend, regularly being raped, yelled at, often hit & abused in countless other ways who then turns around and says “actually she raped me” when she finally has the courage to break it off. And people believe them, because they believe that trans women are all rapists one bad day away from hurting everybody, but trans men are biological victims who can never do any wrong.

im sorry this happened to you. i hope your friend is in a much better situation now. ❤️

[sgiandubh]

A tale of two brands

Sophie Mancini's Departures paper on S in NY started a flurry of comments even before the whole content was made available on blogs. That people - mostly in Mordor - jumped in to add their two booing cents on the matter, based on two or three Instagram Story screencaps only, is a testimony to Tumblr's community deep interest in S's slightest PR/sales move and the easiness with which people like *urv managed to push their own agenda, in the process, to her unsuspecting, bicep-loving crowd.

Many of these comments asked just one question, more or less kindly and more or less openly: who are you, Sam Roland Heughan? Some of them, more along my alley, took a different angle: who are you talking to, Sam Roland Heughan?

Let me count the US crowds: the Wall Street yuppie crowd? the old money, WASP Knickerbocker / Colony Club crowd? Tribeca's sophisticated, culture-ish snob crowd? the UN international crowd? the laid-back (-ish) brownstone Brooklyn crowd? the DC politico types? the Boston Brahmin crowd? the Silicon Valley Bitcoin crowd? the Florida Latino crowd? the Bible Belt crowd? the Deep South charmingly old-fashioned crowd? the yee-haw, witty and ambitious Texans? the gourmet, nature-loving Seattle crowd? I am sure I am missing some (it's been a while I haven't traveled to the States and I have to say I miss all 50 of them, plus and perhaps above all my beloved DC :), but you get the idea. And the problem, or rather its first layer.

The second question this very poorly written article prompted is: what are you talking about, Sam Roland Heughan? I mean, what destination are you trying to promote? Scotland, through your Scottish gin, which I truly believe is exceptional? The Big Apple, like a counterpart to Sting, you know - a Scotsman in New York? That's not very clear, since that superficial girl just whirled you to a couple Chinatown speakeasies, rat pitter-patter included (bye-bye, Knickerbocker crowd right there) and that's pretty much it. New Zealand, that you mention at length, Maori tattoo story re-hashed, just because the book comes out next Tuesday? Ha-wa-wee, perhaps in a belated attempt to mitigate Tunagate? California, even, because it takes you back to humble beginnings? Granted, the Frisco one, not LA: that would be a horrible faux-pas, in a NY centered paper, much like me whimsically and idiotically mentioning Istanbul (instead of Constantinople), in a conversation with my Greek friends.

My head spins. And then let's add to that a ladle of recycled talking points, yours and C's altogether, like this gem:

Aspirational. Mmmhm. She said that. You said that. Multiple times, in multiple contexts that probably didn't even call for it. This is *** PR right there. I am not JAMMF. I am not Claire. But we aspire to that. Stop thinking we are these characters. No sane fan ever did: the insistence is unnecessary and has a real backfire potential. Stop thinking, period. But let it be my shipper sin, then, not to believe an iota of it and stubbornly think you people are, by now, way past the aspirational stage.

So, I took a long walk down memory lane today, while driving, trying to understand what the hell your personal brand is. Once upon a time, things were clear: you and C were a single brand. S&C - the fresh-faced, candid, witty and funny and oh, so in love new kids on the block. The spark was real and it was strong (it still is, only dampened and muted by PR-prompted shenanigans) and OL's audience was under its spell. People loved you, both of you, and some of us still do. You showed us as much as you could and for a while, it seemed to be convenient for just about everybody. That created expectations, but at the same time, you could have sold us land concessions on the Moon and we would have bought them, no questions asked.

And then, things happened. We know what: IFH, EFH, Remarkable Week-end. The spell was broken for many, who left in droves. Fans turned into bashing other fans. The S&C brand was progressively compromised and along with it, your Barbour Ambassadorship (for different reasons). Let's stop a bit at this point, in fond remembrance: that was the perfect pitch, for the perfect kind of corporate brand, for the perfect niche, for the perfect guy. A guy who had a credible, authentic story to tell, with a really strong potential to attract people outside of OL's crowd. Image and message perfectly aligned. Best case scenario.

So, with ***'s and your own PR benediction, what once was your solid gold starting point was ridiculed, trampled, shot to shambles, in a (failed) attempt to be sent to complete oblivion. You then had to think of something and try to branch out of both the blessing and curse of it.

MPC suddenly became more important than just any other charity project, of which there were a few (Cahonas Scotland comes to mind, the blood cancer one, as well). Cue in Sam the Athlete, Sam the Healthy Living Evangelist. The project was turned into a lucrative business, with a strong charity side. People bought subscriptions, people changed their eating and lifestyle habits, people lost weight - but really, I shouldn't write 'people', but 'women'. This was a women-oriented endeavor. A problem, again, on the long term.

Ha-wa-wee 1 happened, to more scandal and shrieks (that, I believe, was the reason you lost the Barbour project, another gold opportunity squandered because ten Internet bitches knew better). Then we were told another avatar was born: Sam the Entrepreneur. With a genuine, carefully curated, labor of love first alcohol product that clearly used the discarded S&C brand: The Sassenach and believe what you want, but just buy it. Mommies obliged. Antis obliged. Shippers obliged. All wallets are created equal, as I (often) use to say. And then COVID-19 came, putting a very real, very dangerous logistic strain on it.

Yet, you still had to somehow mitigate delays and losses. The Sassenach went exotic, with that limited edition tequila that probably won't be remembered by many outside OL's fandom, and that is a pity and a shame. The reason it won't be remembered is that you almost did not promote it, spare one or two Tick-Tock and Instagram clips. Does that justify the investment, the trips to Mexico, the very expensive retainers and commissions your tequila friends took for their trouble? I very much doubt it. That was, until being proved completely wrong, a flop. It brought absolutely nothing in terms of personal branding, spare perhaps a new faction in this paranoid cesspool of a fandom: the Gay Crowd, fueled by the image of a Lonely Bandana Cowboy, instead of the intended Sophisticated Traveler and Connoisseur. Yes, people are stupid, like that. Your PR and Sales team, too - and this comes from a place of deep understanding and appreciation.

We are now talking gin and boy, am I glad we do! This is perhaps an opportunity. Finally, a more democratically price-tagged, carefully tailored (again) drawing card product. But who is selling it to me? The California Boat Party Host? In that case, I won't buy it, but never mind me: maybe the fun-loving California Millennials would (we know the Smuggling Mommies would do it, anyways). The Sophisticated Traveler and Connoisseur you tried to show us again in Mancini's abysmal Departures paper and who is invited to important events, in recognition of his efforts?

You can't have the two of them, Sam, whatever those incompetents told you. You're either a 43-years old midlife crisis-stricken and shirtless clown or an Old World Industrious Thespian, with a stature and a status to match. A real Entrepreneur, not a cartoon scuba diver/beach boy Influencer. Eye Candy vs. Brain Power: after all, you are a '3x NYT best selling author', aren't you? Your pick, not mine. Stop the Sri Mataji-style Hugging and Booze tours: it's nonsense and that geriatric crowd is nowhere near what you need to make your dream come true. Do some real soul searching and stop listening to clueless 28-year old journalists, who tell you tacky rings are fun: they aren't. They make you look like an ageing Atlantic City Sinatra wannabe:

Sam Roland Heughan: currently at crossroads, trying to not choose between two opposite personal brands. Tricky position and an even trickier context, with the strike still lingering on and the pressing need to find an after OL strategy.

I promised you a tale of two brands and I think you wonder, by now, what happened to C, the other half of the primary SC brand?

The answer is, I honestly believe, not much. She has no personal brand, so to speak. Until now, she is just an Enthusiastic Dilettante. Book Club - started, unfinished and with that, farewell to any fan engagement. Cinema production rights - bought and then silence. Botanical Gin - first batch released (?) with no promo, no interviews (mentioning it in a podcast does not count), no reviews. Then teasing, then crickets again: a bit late, now, for the end of year celebrations. And I have to say I miss her or the part of her I never witnessed in real time (is such a thing possible?). I miss that starry-eyed, funny and witty girl. That girl was somehow completely swallowed by an Acrid Matron, who thought it was intelligent to yell at an Internet nobody, on Christmas Day, 'I am not married to Sam!' (ok, you aren't, but you're still lying). And I honestly don't know which one is best (or worst, for that matter): try to build something and make mistakes and try again until you hopefully find your way, or say nothing, do nothing and of course, never be controversial.

Now I am really interested to see how is she going to promote her gin. But you know what, I am not holding my breath, for some reason.

[gryficowa]

Boycott!

When you find a comment that Alex Hirsch is supposedly angry because he treats staff badly (???), so you type in the search engine about controversies and all you find is a rant from someone on reddit that Alex is supposedly blocked for different views, and then you see his the entry for which he was blocked on Twitter and you're like, "Dude, you said, that Trump is not a racist", I found another blog on tumblr and the funniest accusation against it: Anti-Semitism (Alex's father is Jewish, so yes… That's why I burst out laughing when I saw this accusation)

And apparently there was an accusation of racism in GF, because criminals are mainly black in prison… It's a pity that many of these characters are not even aggressive, look how they treat Gideon, for bandits they are quite… Wholsome, in their own way , anyway, we're talking about a cartoon from 2010… It's just a strange accusation for me, reminds me a bit of this article about Steven Univese and how racist he is, and they give the stupidest arguments, completely ignoring the character's personality…

Yes, racism in cartoons is a big problem (Miracolous…), but here it looks weird, it's just weird, and GF was very diverse for its time, which people prefer to forget…

I'm speaking as a person with ASD, and that says a lot, unfortunately, the cartoon is simply of its times, the humor, appearance and such, it's just part of its times, it's strange to judge all the problems from 2010 in 2024, I'm not saying that you shouldn't criticize , I mean sometimes it's just abstract, people have already forgotten what people were like back then, especially corporations and it depresses me :/

Let's just not forget when something was created, it doesn't justify everything, but it can explain, because there is nothing worse than forgetting history, who people were, it's easy, for example, to attack a mother from years ago for leaving a stroller outside, but you forget that it was normal and many mothers have done it, so blaming her for it, that her child was kidnapped is quite unfair

I know, I wrote a lot about it, but I just have the impression that people from 2024 forget about everything that happened and would like them to burn people at the stake, and I don't like that

Now that I have your attention:

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Although what do you expect in times when people pull out tweets from years ago (When the author was a child) to call him a racist, anti-Semite and all this other shit? Let's just attack people when they did something wrong, when they were adults, not when they were fucking children

By the way, remember about fundraisers, I know, I wrote too much at the very beginning, but these are simply the things that bother me on the Internet

[playboifenty]

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―🌟TAGS ! fluff, angst, toxicity, hurt/comfort ish. 🎞 SUMMARY: ❛ fuck yo mind up, waste time. ❜ high hopes, unrealistic dreams, empty promises, and bottles of expensive ass champagne is the foundation of the relationship between the two. ⋆ ★ w/c: 1.1k . . . . . ☢ content warnings: a lilllll teeny tiny bit (a lot a bit) of toxicity... (its brent idk what you expected), comfort if you squint n bend your morals a bit, suggestive-ish themes, brent is a lil sassy cause why tf not, use of the n word, and ermm..lmk if i missed anything else!! ― 🔖 one , two .

ʚ 𝐫𝐞𝐧'𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐫 ! 👁️‍🗨️

omg, omg, omg, hiii!!!! this is like..my first fic on tumblr and my first piece of writing in a whileee, but i wanted to write something cause i kinda sorta have nothing on my account 😭. and this fic lowkey has like a toxic relationship in mind for their relationship but its not overly toxic. (i understand the whole media for impressionable audiences thing but just scroll past it if you not fw it, relaxxx.) so this is just a lil sumn for and to get the hang of things, so let me know if you like it!! feedback is definitely appreciated, but not harsh feedback cause im lowkey sensitive 🥲. i also do not condone, romanticize, or encourage toxic, abusive, or unhealthy relationships!! this is purely just a work of fiction. enjoy!

© don't steal my shit gang. kinda proofread, will be edited.

It started off with a few stolen glances and a sudden gift disguised as a piece of chocolate cake arriving at your table… 

“Courtesy of the table across from you.”  

And it’s been history ever since. 

“I know you seen me looking at you, you know how to grab a nigga’s attention fasho.”

“Mhm, you know you playing wit’ fire right?”

“Fire aint nothing forreal if you know how to handle it.” 

He was always finding some way to make you fold and he knew exactly what he was doing too. Stringing you on with quick but sensual kisses, “I gotchu, jus’ be patient.” licking his lips whenever the energy of his heated stares was matched by you, his hands rhythmically rubbing up and down your thighs, his eyes always being locked on you whenever you spoke. . .There was no way in hell you were going to make it out unscathed. 

Quick and flirty banter is definitely a pillar in you guy’s relationship, feeling comfortable enough to go back and forth with each other.

“Don’t miss me too much! i’ll see you soon, baby.”

“Dont miss you too much? I’ll be missing you the whole week, ma.” 

He loved buying you bracelets and necklaces with his or your name engraved on them, cute lil’ bags he be seeing you eyeing whenever you walk through Chanel, giving you personalized free VIP access to his shows, shit...sending drivers to pick you up and bring you to said shows. And he always made sure you ate and did whatever you needed to do.

“You eat? Nah fuck that, you hungry?” 

“...Maybe.”

“...Don’t play with me, y/n.”

Brent is definitely a sweet-heart in the beginning, well...in his own little way. He’s a romantic but not hopeless. He knew how to show you he cared while also not overplaying his part and things would definitely need time to build up into an actual relationship too. You weren’t stupid, you knew that even though you knew him on a deeper level than all the fame and even as far as to say you knew him as Christopher, he’s still gonna Brent Faiyaz at the end of the day. There were still going to be precautions, external problems, internal problems, and then internal problems egged on by the external ones; loving him was going to be anything but easy. But your connection started to change in different ways too, the relationship would start off with lots of excitement and rose-tinted lenses until feelings started growing and shit got serious; you was thinking it was going to give Jackie Brown and a dash of search & rescue baby...but in reality, it's giving what you heard and session 32 😭. (coughs in this nigga has avoidant attachment issues) 

As soon as he realized what you two had going on was developing into something deeper, he started getting distant. Missing calls, ignoring texts, even coming up with half-assed excuses for missed dates and blowing you off. 

“My bad, I had a lot of shit going on.” 

“I was in the studio, you know how it be, y/n.”

 “I got too caught up in London, that shit was crazy.” 

“You think i could call you back though?” 

And soon the arguments came and you two started staying mad at each other for days on end, not even bothering to try and smooth things over like in the beginning of the relationship. It was hard and it gave you a lot of anxiety. You wouldn't say that you felt unsafe perse, but you definitely didn't feel comfortable. “You mean to tell me that you can't answer the fucking phone for three seconds, Chris??” You shouted, frustration built up in your voice and it was obvious that you were fed the fuck up. It didn't help that the man sitting in front of you was quick to roll his eyes and smack his teeth, but what definitely didn't help was his smart-ass mouth. “Ain't nobody tell you to hit my jack and start losing yo shit, y/n. That's the shit that be blowing me.” 

“I don’t hear from you for days and you expect me to not get worried? You’re mad at me for giving a fuck about you??”

“Whatever, man.”

The whole thing would just progressively get worse as you two went back and forth. you saying petty shit while he just dismissed your feelings until he decided that he would just tell you shit you wanted to hear so the situation would be deaded.

 “I’m sorry, y/n...” he’d say soothingly in your ear, massaging your hips in circular motions as you’d lay your head on top of his chest, close to where his heart beats. “You know I be missing you like crazy. you can't stay mad at me for too long, baby.” and he was right. This routine repeated and repeated itself over and over again until he stopped ‘comforting’ you and just seemingly stopped caring altogether. 

“Nah bro, you tweakin’.” 

“Okay, y/n. stop calling my phone then, problem solved.”

“And you swear you don’t see how your point doesn’t make sense?”

“You got it, y/n.”

With time, you two just broke away from each other, but never ended things officially. It went from short brief phone calls to text messages and eventually, those stopped too. A hole was left in your chest and you couldn’t help but feel as if you wasted your time, continuously punishing yourself because you gave out a part of yourself you won't get back ━ but you couldn’t help but miss him. You’d find yourself compensating for his absence, making two plates of everything, migrating to his unspoken side of the bed, never taking the flowers he got you out of the vase you put them in; even though they long withered away. “I can't believe this nigga got me out here wasting food, groceries are expensive...Eggs are almost four fucking dollars! I can't do this shit, I need to get a grip and be fucking forreal.” 

But let's not pretend he didn’t find himself trying to make sense of your absence, too. 

⋆ ⤏ FINAL WORDS ! 📢 honestly this doesn't feel like it's 1k+ words but it is 😭. i'm so tired chile and i start school in 4 hours. i'm actually content with how this came out, fw it!!

PART TWO COMING SOON.

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[definitelynotindecisive]

A Peter Parker in Gotham fic but from the perspective of a Tony Stark who came back to life after the events of No Way Home and sets out on a quest to find his missing child

(Sorry @theneonghosts that it has taken me so long to respond to this ask) I hope you like my response, though I'm not sure if that's what you were looking for. I've never really written anything like this before for a Tumblr post.

Tony gasped awake, his heartbeat racing as he returned to consciousness. He was lying prone on hard concrete slab in what appeared to be a morgue. His right arm ached, muscle pain like he hadn't experienced in years. Looking down at it, he could see it had old, healed over, burn scars covering it. Tracing them, he could feel them go all the way up his neck, just touching the underside of his jaw.

He stumbled to his feet, off the the slab and onto the cold floor. His feet were bear, and protested being pressed against the frigid tiles. Looking around, he saw some clean scrubs on a shelf, and quickly dressed. He had to figure out where he was, and how he'd got there.

The last thing he remembered was Pepper and Peter talking to him after he used the Infinity Stones to destroy Thanos and his army. And then... nothing. The next thing he knew, he was waking up here.

He walked over to the computer in the corner of the room, used for medical files and such, and easy cracked into it. The date... It had been a year since that last battle. Had he been in a coma? Had he just died, only to wake up in a morgue? Searching more, he found that no, he had died that day. There had been a funeral and everything, where he was buried. He had a gravestone. So how had he woken up here if he was supposed to be six feet under?

Tony quickly searched for Pepper and Morgan, the former who had taken up the post of CEO of Stark Industries. However, there was no mention of Peter.

None.

His frown deepened, and he began searching for Peter more in depth.

Apparently, Spider-Man had disappeared from New York a month ago, and the city had been left without their friendly neighbourhood superhero. Peter's friends were at MIT, but Peter... Peter was not. There was no history of an application, not history period. May Parker was dead, with no mention of a nephew, no other family.

There were no school records for Peter Parker at Midtown School of Technology. No records of him anywhere.

What the actual fuck was going on here?

There was actually an internal phone attached to the wall, usually only used to contact other departments within a hospital. But, it should still be able to make outside calls.

He dialled Peter's phone number.

"I'm sorry, the phone number you are calling has been disconnected-"

Tony's chest felt tight. He redialled.

"I'm sorry, the phone number you are calling has been disconnected-"

He swallowed harshly. He had to get to the bottom of this. He called Pepper's phone.

"Hello? This is Virginia Stark."

"Pepper. No, please, don't hang up. This isn't a prank, I swear. I don't know where I am. Other than in a fucking morgue. Last thing I remember was you and Peter saying good bye to me after I used the Infinity Stones. Uh, you're allergic to strawberries. I love you 3000. I don't know how to prove it any other wa-"

"Shut up. Just shut up Tony. I get it. You're you. Stranger and more fucked up things have happened. We'll get explanations later. Caller ID says you're calling from the Rockefeller Institute Hospital. And who the hell is Peter?"

Something was very, very wrong here.

[wisecrackingeric-2]

‘Mourning Doves’

Summary:

Despite the fact that it had been years since Valdelobos- years since Leon saved Luis from that knife to the back- Leon still can’t help but remember that day. He still can’t help but get triggered by the smallest of things and dissociate as a result.

But luckily, Luis is always there to comfort him, hug him, and offer him a distraction. Oddly enough, in the form of Mourning Doves

Rating: G

Word Count: 2,000

Trigger Warnings: Panic attacks, dissociation, depression, anxiety, derealisation

Genre: hurt/comfort, fluff and angst

A/N: UHHHHHHHHHHHH SORRY FOR NO FICS IN SUCH A LONG TIME TUMBLR EXPLODED MY ACC!!!!!!!!!! BUT HERES A MEW SHORT ONE FOR YOU GUYS YIPPEEEE!!!!!!! Go give it some kudos or something idk!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Fic under Cut!!!!

Leon sat on his unmade bed. Completely motionless. He had his legs crossed and arms folded tightly against his chest in some vain attempt of self-soothing; not too nonadjacent to a young child forcing themselves out of a panic attack.

Except Leon had nothing to be upset over. Nothing tangible or real, at least.

But that didn’t stop the horrible, yet ever-familiar grip on his chest from tightening its claws around him even firmer. That didn’t stop the sickening, ill, and all-consuming pit of anxiety to worm his way deep into his sternum; pulsating like a virus Leon was familiar with destroying.

Leon could deal with Bioweapons. He could deal with viruses and plagues and whatever manmade horror the sick freaks he fought against could think to create.

But his own mind? He wasn’t trained for that. He was never taught how to deal with his mental health in a way that seemed healthy. He was never taught how to deal with his problems without the use of alcohol- Which led him to where he was right now.

Sitting on his bed, effectively paralyzed, staring out the window while internally screaming for his brain to stop replaying the same series of events over and over again like some kind of sick and twisted form of torture.

Leon couldn’t think about anything else. He couldn’t think about how the sheets under his hands felt or how the breeze from his window smelt like early-summer; he was trapped in his own mind.

So much so, that even when Luis silently slipped through their shared bedroom door and sat down on the bed beside him, Leon didn’t even notice the weight dip beneath the both of them. He hadn't even noticed Luis was there at all until a familiar hand crept up his shoulder.

“ Mi amor,”

His voice was soft. Characteristically so. He

spoke like Leon was made of fragile porcelain. Which, in that moment, he felt like he was.

Luis paused, waiting for Leon to respond. A sign of life from behind those distant blue eyes. Something, anything.

“What’s got you so upset, ¿mi vida?”

And oh, how Leon was so easy to break down by just a simple question.

He turned to Luis with big, watery blue eyes and a trembling lip- trying his damned to not shatter right then and there- but the second he came face to face with Luis’ kind, ever-understanding and patient expression, he had no choice but to break down in his arms.

He sobbed as Luis held him. He sobbed like he’d never cried before; like a baby taking their first breaths and finding the world too overwhelming. Everything felt overwhelming to Leon. His body felt like a prison of fear and relentless anxiety and all he could do to remedy that was to cry and cry and cry and cry and cry and-

“ Ssssshhhhhh… está bien, mi amor… te tengo, te tengo…”

Luis ran a hand through Leon's hair, keeping him grounded- protecting him from his own memories. Like the tried and true knight in shining armor he was.

He was so patient. So comforting and reassuring that it only served to make Leon cry even harder. He waited for what felt like ours for Leon to stop crying- and was right there to dry his tears with his thumbs once Leon had finally gathered the strength to sit up from his curled-up position on Luis’ lap.

“I-I’m s-sorry-“

“Don’t be,”

Luis kissed him on the cheek.

“You don’t ever need to be sorry. I just worry for you, cariño-“

“I-I k-know you do… I just…”

Leon trailed off, sighing like an old dog. Words were hard to express, especially when Luis already had an idea of what was coming.

“What’s got you so upset, mi mundo?”

Leon’s lips tightened as he pressed them together. He could feel his own heart thump against his chest- sickly and repetitive.

“….I don’t know”

“You don’t know?” Luis cocked his head. Leon shook his own, sinking further into his partner’s arms.

“I don’t know why I’m so upset. I don’t know why I’m so anxious. I just… am.”

“Do you know if there was anything that, ah, what’s the word-“ Luis snapped his fingers, “triggered it?”

Leon paused.

He knew exactly what had ‘triggered’ this train of emotions. He knew exactly where it had started; but part of him didn’t want to admit it out loud.

The thought had come to him early in the morning and left him feeling rotten all day.

How on earth was he supposed to explain to Luis that a single, made-up scenario in his mind had left him practically glued to his bed like this? He felt pathetic, to say the least.

“…. You can be honest with me,”

Luis whispered into his ear, as if he were able to read his mind.

“ I promise, I only want to help..”

“ I know you do,”

Leon mumbled back, burying his nose in the familiar fabric of Luis’ jacket. It smelt like cigarettes and leather.

“ I jus’ dunno how to explain it…”

“Take aaaaaaaaall the time in the world you need, mi vida,”

Luis pressed a kiss to the crown of Leon’s head and began rubbing circles into his back. Slow, repetitive and comforting.

“ I’ve got all the time in the world for you.”

And true to his word, Luis didn’t pry. He didn’t try to coax anything out of Leon when he remained silent for god knows how long; he just… stayed with him. Holding him. Being the pillar of comfort Leon so desperately needed in his life right about now.

God, where would he be without Luis?

That thought made him shudder.

“…¿Amor?”

Luis must’ve noticed it, too.

“I was thinking about what would’ve happened if you died,”

Leon blurted out. Rather ungraciously. The panic that teetered on the edge of clawing at his chest and ripping his ribcage wide open was far too threatening for Leon to stay silent over any longer.

“T-This morning,” Leon managed to collect his words best he could, voice shaky and uneven.

“I-I w-woke up- a-and y-you weren’t there- and- and- and I thought to myself- w-what would it have been like if- if I didn’t help you? If I- I- I- if I left you there to-“

“ Oh, mi amor…”

Despite the very-much-so-alive Luis’ gentle voice being audible in Leon's ears, the mental image of his bloody body strewn across the floor with Krauser’s knife lodged firmly into his spine was too much for the anxious man to handle.

So Leon cried. He cried and he cried and he cried. He sobbed so loudly his own ears rang and his knuckles went white from grabbing onto Luis’ leather jacket so tightly. He cried so hard he thought he might vomit.

It was awful. He felt trapped in his own body with no way of escape. All his mind would let him do was replay that same imaginary image of Luis’ corpse sitting lifeless against the wall like a Ragdoll; cruel and taunting. No matter how much Leon tried to break away from that picture in his head, it just never left.

He wanted it to stop. He’d do anything to make it stop. He’d drink he’d throw himself in front of a van he’d bash his head against a wall he’d-

“Oh, huh, would you look at that…”

“ W-What??”

Leon was broken out of the sickly and unending grasp of his brain for just a moment when Luis spoke up; his voice weirdly lighthearted and… distracted?

The brunette was staring at something on the opposite end of the room with an expression of mild curiosity.

“¿No puedes ver? Look,”

Luis ever-so-gently grabbed Leon’s chin and gingerly tilted his head towards the window;

Where, sitting on the sill that had been overgrown with weeds at this point, were two mourning doves- preening each other and cooing into the sky.

“Doves”

“Y-yeah…”

Leon sniffled, a little confused.

“Oye, I wonder how long they’ve been there”

“I haven’t seen them before,”

Leon mumbled against Luis’ chest, instinctively sinking against his body weight a little as his attention fastened entirely on the two birds sitting on the windowsill. They fluffed up their feathers and began to nestle down into the thick ivy, and silently, Leon thanked himself for not ripping it out earlier. Their little eyes closed in comfort as they squished against one another.

“I wonder if they’re building a nest”

“I hope so,” Leon mumbled again, suddenly feeling oddly… calm?

“I’ve never had, like, a bird nest on my window before”

“My old home used to be a paradise for birds,” a smile was evident in Luis’ voice as he spoke,

“They’d nest in the attic, in the windowsills, in the chimney- anywhere you can imagine, they’d be there.

“My Abuelo used to help me feed them, too. We’d tear up bits of bread and feed the crumbs to the sparrows outside…”

Luis began to trail off, recalling a memory in which as a little boy he slipped off the roof of his home while trying to throw the baby birds sitting on the chimney some bread crumbs- and Leon listened to every single word that left his partner's mouth. All the while watching the doves slowly nestle their way to sleep.

It was as if the bird's exhaustion rubbed off on Leon, too; because in mere moments, the poor man was slowly starting to struggle keeping his eyelids open, let alone make out the convoluted sentences that left Luis’ mouth.

It was like he had suddenly become so very aware of the way his body sat in his partner’s arms; the way his jaw ached for clenching it for hours on end and the way his limbes screamed as though he’d just run a marathon. The way his eyes stung and the way the puffiness clogged up the little amount of vision he did have left.

Leon’s brain felt thick; foggy, heavy and swimming with emotions so fickle and impossible to grasp- like fish in a pond- yet so impactful it left him rotting in his bed for hours on end. Funny how the mind works like that, right?

What was Leon worried about again? He couldn’t even remember. It was as if his mind couldn’t fathom a world beyond the methodical melody of Luis’ familiar pattern of speech and the low purring the doves outside cooed. It was as if Leon had been snapped back down to his reality and could finally feel the sheets beneath his fingers again and-

Oh.

Ooooooooooooohh.

That’s probably why Luis pointed out the birds. That’s why he started talking about something totally unrelated.

He was trying to provide Leon a distraction. Some semblance of relief.

Leon didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at the realization.

And even if he wanted to, he felt far too exhausted- emotionally and physically- to bring his body to do either of those things.

What he could do, however, was sink even further down into Luis’ lap; resting his head on his chest, which was characteristically showing through an unbuttoned shirt just how he always wore it.

That was one thing Leon was grateful for; that no matter what life threw at him, little habits like that never changed with Luis. Little habits that Leon learnt to adore so thoroughly over time made him feel overwhelmed. Little habits he wouldn’t trade for the world.

Leon instinctively nuzzled his nose against Luis’ chest hair and practically melted the second his partner ran a hand through his hair- cold rings clinking against his scalp was a welcomed replacement to the way his skin burned and stung from his tears.

Luis’ heartbeat reverberated against Leon's ears and the rumble of his voice soothed his already tired body down to a mere puddle of exhaustion. It was repetitive. Comforting. Real.

Luis was real. Here was right here, holding him, talking to him in time with his beating heart. Telling him stories of a time long-gone while simultaneously pointing out all the little things that still remained.

Speaking of, the doves on the windowsill had fallen asleep a long time ago now. And Leon wasn’t far behind.

Maybe Luis didn’t notice it. Maybe he did, but still kept talking just to be safe- but Leon had fallen inbetween the cracks of wakefulness and sleep long ago. His mind was still active yet there wasn’t a chance in the world he could be moved from his position anytime soon.

And if Luis didn’t notice it earlier, he certainly had now with the way he so delicately kissed the crown of Leon’s head, mumbling into his ears;

‘‘ Go to sleep, Amor,’’

Luis kissed him again. This time on the forehead.

“ I’ll be right here when you wake up. Te amo.”

Leon trusted him. By god, he trusted him more than anyone else in the entire world; and he loved him even more than that, too.

So he trusted that Luis would be there when he woke up.

He trusted that he wouldn’t leave him- that he wouldn’t stop holding him in his arms like this. Safe, quiet, and loved.

Leon didn’t have to listen to the cruel torment of his mind anymore- and, yes, saying that was easier than done- but he at least knew that if did fall down that sick, dark and neverending rabbit hole ever again;

He’d have Luis by his side to help pull him back up.

And Leon would do the same for him in a heartbeat, too.

[erwinsprincess]

mine, always and forever: chapter 3

characters: OC (female, y/n, she/her) x Commander Erwin Smith

warning: this story will contain 18+ elements including but not limited to childhood trauma, age-gap, power dynamics, graphic sexual content, substance abuse, self-harm, death/violence/blood, and language (more in depth tags will be at the beginning of each chapter if need be)

aot semi-cannonverse (takes place in aot universe but I am taking some artistic liberties with timelines, characters, world politics, and happenings)

plot: (y/n) is a young (female, she/her) cadet (22 y/o) with a complicated past. escaping from a life of meaningless pleasures in a foreign land, y/n hopes to make a difference by giving her heart as a member of the scout regiment. with only her brothers by her side, she steps into a world of uncertainty. upon integrating herself within her rank, y/n meets a man that would flip everything she knows about herself upside down... and she likes it.

author's note: this story is my own personal delusion about meeting and falling in love with Commander Erwin if I was in the aot verse. therefore, the character is loosely based on my life experience and self-image. however, it is my hope that all of you will see something of yourself in the MC and all of you Erwin-loving baddies will enjoy our blondie in a new story. I am also new to Tumblr and it seems there are endless things I must learn, so feel free to kindly correct me if I fail to add something to my posts that is necessary for your reading enjoyment.

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"y/n can you please take Ava? She won't stop crying."

You gently take the crying baby from Sasha's stressed out hands. You chuckle, looking down at the 3-month old baby.

Ever since your volunteer service started, Sasha, Mikasa, Armin, and a few other soldiers have really been struggling with caretaking of the children in the orphanage. It was surprising how few of them had actually been around children before, let alone been tasked to take care of them. You had always loved children, and in fact that was the primary reason you wanted to become a doctor in the first place. Assisting the doctor in your village from a young age had taught you so much. Dr. Kopylov was a friend of your father's, who always let you assist him in patient encounters and small procedures. He called you his "young prodigy". You especially took a liking to the care of mothers and children. You learned so much under Dr. K.

That is until your stepfather put an end to your apprenticeship due to his "other plans" for you.

Every soldier must volunteer 100 hours in their first year of service. Most chose the soup kitchen, hospital sanitation, and extra security gigs because they were easy. Your poor friends had been convinced, by you, to help you at the orphanage.

You begin to gently rock the crying babe in your arms, cooing at her to hopefully settle her. You remembered a song your mother used to sing to you when you were upset. It couldn't hurt to try. You began to softly sing to Ava as you swayed and patted her back.

"You are my sunshine,

My only sunshine.

You make me happy, when skies are grey.

You'll never know dear, how much I love you.

Please don't take my sunshine away."

You heard a knock at the divided door, and ignored the sound as Mrs. Agnes, the head mother of the orphanage went to open the door. The door was quite genius actually. The top half could be opened while the bottom stayed closed, so adults could speak without children running out. Mrs. Agnes was an old and brittle woman with a still fiery personality and you loved her with all of your heart. She was so good with the children despite being so elderly.

You continued to hold Ava in your arms and sing to her as Mrs. Agnes answered the door.

"Miss Y/N?" Mrs. Agnes' sweet voice called to you. You turned around still gently swaying with the baby, who was now asleep, in your arms. Your eyes were drawn to the figure, whose form took up almost the entire door frame. Your heart began to pound in your chest.

"Hello, Y/N"

Good Lord above. How was one man so breathtaking?

"Hello, Commander Erwin. What brings you here today?" You asked in a lofty voice.

The way his eyes traveled from the sleeping baby in your arms to your face, caused you to feel weak in the knees. What was he thinking? His face was nearly unreadable apart from what you perceived as a sort of longing in his eyes. His smile grew across his face as he said, "I tend to drop in on volunteer locations to make sure my soldiers are working hard and not slacking. Plus, it's nice to get out of the office some." You walked toward the door where Mrs. Agnes and the commander stood.

"The others are certainly hard at work. The children keep them busy." you said gesturing to where Sasha and Armin were being chased by two little boys with paper swords.

Out of the corner of your eye, a flash of red curls appeared right next to you. A spunky 7 year old named Heidi looked up at you through bright blue eyes, and then to the Commander, and then back to you.

"Miss Y/N, is he your boyfriend?" pointing directly at the "he" in question.

Your cheeks burned as you tried to save face in front of your commanding officer. "No, silly girl, he's not my boyfriend." You said laughing, hoping to play it off. "Now go chase Miss Sasha, she likes being chased." You turned back to see the two sharing amused glances at you.

"Oh Commander, Miss Y/N is a natural." Mrs. Agnes started, resting a wrinkled hand on his arm. "She is going to be a wonderful mother someday. All of the children love her, and other than me, she is the only one that can get the infants to settle. She sings to them, you know." she finished turning to you, a smile painted on her sweet face.

The Commander looked at you again, and this time you could read his expression: a sort of adoration. Your stomach folded in on itself and your knees threatened to buckle. "I'm so glad to hear that my soldiers are doing satisfactory work here." he turned back to Mrs. Agnes. "Do you mind if I speak with my soldiers for just a minute, I need to deliver some news."

As the others gathered, nerves started to set in. Why was he here, and what news would he have to deliver so urgently?

"As you know the 57th expedition outside the walls is scheduled for late next month. Unfortunately, we must push the mission up to two weeks from today." He has to be joking.

Silent glances were exchanged between peers. He continued.

"Due to circumstances out of our control, the powers that be will not renew funding beyond this month due to the election in the fall. The only way we could ensure that this mission happens before winter, is by expediting it. I know this is unsettling, but I will explain more later. Tonight after dinner, I need every solider at an emergency meeting in the courtyard." he finished.

"Yes sir." we all said in uncertain unison.

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It was in fact, not a joke.

Two weeks came and went from the time the Commander delivered the news that day. Your training had intensified in order to expedite the readiness of the first-timers. Numerous meetings to discuss the long-range scouting formations had occurred over the past few weeks as well, to the point where you dreamed about the formation and you could recite where each group would be verbatim.

That morning, your brothers met you near the stables.

"I guess we should at least discuss the elephant in the room." Nik said gloomily. "That today could be the last time we see each other."

Your eyes filled with tears as you rested your head on Misha's shoulder, grabbing his hand.

"Yo, I’m not worried. We are all fucking good at what we do.” Alexei's arrogant voice bringing you indescribable comfort. You smiled at him as Misha exhaled an exasperated sigh. “Brother, we are not going to say goodbye to each other today.”

"We don't have to say goodbye," Nik paused. "but I do want to let you guys know that I am so grateful for you guys. My life would be absolutely pointless without you. I love you guys."

"Awwww, sibling hug." Alexei sang as he pulled us all in, Misha groaned, hesitant to get that close to his brothers. He loves the three of us more than anyone else in the world, but close physical contact was not his thing.

Riding your horse slowly toward the gate to the outer walls, you were silently praying for the safety of your fellow soldiers.

“Hey. Y/N. Psssst.” You heard from just behind you. Connie.

“What Connie?” You asked annoyed. Not because you don’t love Connie, but anytime he uses the sound “pssst” in his sentence, it is clear the following question or request is going to be absolutely ridiculous.

“Did you really have cars in your home country? And like electric lights?” He asked. You whipped your head towards him and the look on your face said “How do you know that?”

It’s true. Your home country and every other country for that matter was way ahead of Paradis. It had been an adjustment traveling by horse and lighting candles. You had gotten used to washing dishes by hand during chores time and you kept telling yourself you needed to learn to bake your own bread because most women here did.

“Yeah. We did. I had a car I bought myself. It was light blue with a cream roof. It was big enough for several people. It had a small, silver Bronco horse decal on the front. It sits at my mom’s house in my home country. Electricity is nice too, but to be honest, I don’t miss it that much.” You explained. “Life is simpler here. People are happier, believe it or not.”

Satisfied with your answer Connie smiled mischievously and added, “Alexei told me that they sell magazines with pictures of naked ladies in them.” Hiding your horror with amusement you punched him in the arm. “Gross Connie don’t say that.” You shared a laugh with your unhinged friend. What all did Alexei tell the other boys about?

You glanced over to Eren, your friend who was actually a little more than a friend. Or was he just a cute boy you happened to hook up with every now and again? That night after the ceremony where you pledged your hearts to the Scout Regiment and humanity, your circle of friends all went to the tavern for drinks. The night ended with you and Eren stumbling to a secluded corner of the tavern. Your hands had been all over each other all night, something was bound to happen. Since then, you had multiple little rendezvous to kiss and do some other naughty things, but never would you go all the way. To Eren’s annoyance, you would decline sex every time, but only you knew it was because you were still a virgin.

“Fuck. I’m going to die a virgin.” You thought to yourself as you looked at the massive gate in front of you. Why was that at the front of your mind at a time like this?

Silence fell over everyone in the cavalry, apart from Levi scolding Hange for being a little too excited.

Hange was one of your favorite superiors, she was basically the drunk aunt who doesn’t actually drink. Hange also happened to be the only person you confided in about your feelings for the Commander. Despite the absolutely inappropriate nature of your feelings for him due to the power differential, you trusted Hange to be someone you could be honest with. I mean, you had to tell someone. It was becoming torturous to keep it to yourself and Hange had been so open and receptive to hearing your feelings. The best part was that she didn’t discourage your feelings at all and had, in her own special way of speaking, remarked that “your babies would be absolutely gorgeous.” You had blushed at the idea and smacked her arm. Would you ever actually get the chance to tell the commander how you felt? Or would you die today and that would be the end of everything?

“Soldiers, let the 57th Expedition outside of the walls, commence!” The familiar voice boomed as the gate rose and you caught your first glimpse of the outside world in quite a long time. The cavalry began to move and as soon as you reached beyond the gate, commands by section leaders could be heard all around you. You followed Levi and Petra with Misha, Jean, Sasha, and a few others.

Living within the walls, it is easy to forget that the world beyond them is so vast, almost endless. You remembered your home country, a brutal environment for those who were not accustomed and you admired how the weather here was mild and pleasant. Most days were sunny, favorable, and tame. The vast blue sky stretched overhead was relatively without a cloud. You felt comfort knowing that no matter where you were, you lived under the same sky as your brothers, your mother, and the person who had become the sister you never had, Sasha.

Misha’s horse kept pace with yours. Glancing over, you smiled and said a silent prayer. Things would be fine. This was only a scouting mission to find a path to Shiganshina and the real thing would happen the following year. The stakes were “low” but the government was tired of funding failing missions and you could read on the Commander’s face how tired he was of pleading a losing case. He had a dream, and he had shared it with all of you. This was his life’s ultimate goal, and you only wanted to be a part in him realizing that goal.

Hours later, your squad was scheduled to converge with Erwin squad and Miche squad. It had been two hours since the undertaking began. You had seen several titans, but none that had posed a severe threat. However, it was jarring to see that humanoid figure with lifeless eyes ambling towards your, now spaced out squad. Captain Levi had taken out most of the threats.

In the distance, a flare was fired.

Black smoke.

An abnormal.

Another flare rang out.

Black smoke yet again. This time closer.

Your hands became clammy, your chest tightened, and your entire body was racked with fear. “Remember your training, you are strong, you are not going to die out here.” You tell yourself. Deciding you need to work your way closer to your squad, you look around for the closest soldier in your vision. You checked your ODM gear as you prepared yourself for the reality that you may have to fight.

A scream so unbearable rang out into the open plain, it caused you to pull back on your reins and stop your horse dead in its tracks. Looking to where the scream emanated, your eyes met an unimaginable sight. Your heart felt as though it had stopped beating, as if it could just rip apart into a million pieces, your eyes filled with tears that completely clouded your vision, and every ounce of executive function that you could have had, left your body. You were frozen at the sight before you, a mere 100 yards away.

“L/N!”

You faintly heard a yell for your name from behind you. It was Captain Levi. You couldn’t pull your eyes away from the sight before you.

“L/N! Get moving!”

The last thing you heard before you were impacted with the force of a car crash. You were flung from your horse, hitting the ground and knocking the wind from your lungs. You knew you had broken ribs. Suddenly, you were enveloped by a cold hand, being lifted from the ground as you screamed at the sight you still could not take your eyes away from. A crushing pain wrapped around your body, you accepted that this was it, and you had failed. So much for giving your heart. You barely did anything beyond riding your horse for a few hours, you hadn’t given anything to humanity. Such a waste.

Blood splattered from behind you as you felt yourself falling back to the cruel, hard ground. On instinct you began to run, with no plan in mind for what you would do when you arrived to your destination.

“L/N! Get the hell back here!”

Captain Levi again. You would be paying for this insubordination if you survived the mission.

Every ounce of hope eddied from your mind. The abnormal titan before you, carried its prey to its mouth and bit down on the lower half of their body. Another scream that rattled your insides. You felt like throwing up, and for a reason you couldn’t work out in your head, you kept running towards it. You pulled a blade from your sheath, readying to get your revenge when, as if by divine intervention, the titans neck was cut from behind and the gargantuan abomination fell to its knees, then to it’s face, dropping the torso of its victim.

Your legs threatened to give out, blood started to stain your hands as you coughed, mixing with the tears you cried as you ran towards the titans victim. Falling to your knees, you put your hands on the now lifeless face.

“Misha… Misha please!” You cried out. “Please Misha please don’t leave me. Misha I love you!”

It was useless. His once beautiful hazel eyes, now bloodshot looked to the sky, unmoving. You sobbed, your cheek to his. Every part of your body shook and you were purely numb. You pulled yourself up as the other squads could be heard in the distance, making their way to you. You screamed at the unimaginable pain you felt at the loss of your brother. Your hands shook as you ran them over his face and through his hair, you couldn’t take your eyes away from him. There were other people around you, but you couldn’t hear anything.

A cart pulled up and two men came to retrieve Misha’s body. You held onto him and protested that they take him. Still crying and coughing up blood, your own injuries were still not apparent to you. Two firm hands pulled you from your knees and you fought against them to no avail. You watched as the two men wrapped up Misha’s torso, and hoisted him onto the cart carrying several other casualties.

The two hands spun you around to a serious, somber face. Commander Erwin. Face and shirt flecked with blood and sweat gluing his usually perfect hair to his forehead.

“Y/N. We have to go back.”

You protested. Not even in your right mind. “But the mission we haven’t even completed it.” Tears still streaming down your face.

“It’s over. Y/N. We failed.”

………………………………………………………………………………………………….

[kurisus]

Chapter 104 thoughts

I'm back from posting purgatory and have rewritten, more or less, what Tumblr deleted, so now it's time for my favorite game: Ina Tries To Figure Out What The Fuck Happened In The Latest Noragami Chapter. Spoilers under the cut.

So at the beginning we see trash dad cut himself free from Fujisaki and revert to his original form, while Fujisaki wakes up in Yukine's old house, far from home. I'm really interested to see how much he knows, which I said last time--whether he was aware he was being used or if he's basically been unconscious for the past year. I think he has to be aware on some level, because he knows Father's true name and has to invoke it to summon him from Yomi, but it would also be funny if he flies into a panic, follows the newly created lake, and ends up with the main cast. How far are they from the house, anyway?

Come to think of it, I've been reading Alive since last month (Adachitoka's first manga, which was written by their mentor while they drew the art) and while I'm not done yet, the north of Japan features prominently as a setting for that story and as the final showdown for this one. I'm not sure why, maybe they're from there, but it's interesting.

I'm so glad Yato slammed into trash dad after he insulted Mizuchi. It shows he does recognize her as a victim, and is willing to let things mend between them, since she's had her own character arc since Yato released her name. Don't get me wrong, that was still the right choice for him at the time--but they've both changed since then. And I always love the character development in this manga so this had me bouncing in my seat.

YATO ALSO SAYING HE'S NOTHING BUT A DEAD PERSON LIKE YESSSSSS GET HIM GET HIM KILL HIS MISERABLE ASS

Ahem. I wish Yato had been able to land at least one punch on this horrible man, but it's time for a shounen powerup.

Using the koto no ha on himself grants trash dad access to Izanami/Izanagi level powers, which I think is a temporary powerup that will end with Izanami taking him back to Yomi, because of how he can "feel her breath" on his neck. He plans to then escape again, and possess another body.

This new power is an ass pull as fast-moon put it, but it's also not the first of its kind in Noragami. Think back to Yukine getting cut in half and becoming a hafuri, Amaterasu appearing out of nowhere to give Hiyori the hint that saved Yato's life in Yomi, and how the main characters were saved from the covenant which provided the entire basis for the current arc (due to unresolved tensions between them and the rest of heaven). Basically, in Noragami these things happen with good reason and/or hugely impact the rest of the story, so I think it's best to wait and see how this trash dad development plays out before making judgments on how it affects the writing quality.

There's an old Noragami theory that Father is Izanagi, or stole his power, and it's been mostly dismissed in recent years (but there's an echodrops post about it here if you're interested in the points it made) and even more so since we got snippets of his backstory, but I think it's worth bringing back up now. Izanagi has been suspiciously absent from the manga, and I'm not sure he's even been mentioned, so I wonder if the koto no ha ties into that somehow. Honestly if Izanami killed him in this version of the story and used his power to make the koto no ha, good for her.

Anyway, trash dad reveals he's not just some human who came back from the dead. He can use these powers of creation; it's unclear whether he's used them before, but Yato has never seen him do so--Mizuchi seems to know what he's doing, but it's also unclear whether she's seen it either. I said years ago I don't think it was easy as him just returning from the dead and being granted godlike powers, but I haven't been insistent on it so much because I did a reread of the official translation two years ago and that version heavily implies the only thing trash dad did to get his powers was come back from the dead. I wonder how they'll reconcile that when this volume gets translated (please hold for another 2 years, lmfao).

Is this Izanagi's power, or Izanami's? Did he steal Izanagi's powers next after he paid Izanami a visit? Did he know what using the koto no ha on himself would do? Was it an educated guess based on Izanami's power? Is it still possible he could be a reincarnated Izanagi that believed himself to be human? I don't know if I'd like that last one, but these are the questions I hope to have answered.

Taking a brief detour to discuss that Kiun and Mayu have joined forces to look for their gods, and Ookuninushi is alive but has with him three freshly reincarnated gods--Yatagarasu, Kagutsuchi, and Shinatsuhiko. I'm shocked he lived and they died, but it may lead to an interesting change in heaven where he has to reconcile how they threw away their shinki lives even after they were explicitly told not to use them. The way heaven (and most gods) treat their shinki as not people but disposable tools has been a long-running theme of this manga, and it's been clear larger-scale changes need to be made.

So back to the main event, trash dad creates a biblical sort of flood, but one that brings images of the past. Alongside the tree where a young Yato named Sakura, we also see a cottage and a multi-level house. The cottage may be where Yato and Hiiro were raised, or it might be the one from the Father flashbacks: Check them out side by side:

(103-2; page 1 [Father and Kaya village]; 104, page 21; 45, page 33 [Yato, Hiiro, Father cottage] if you want to check for yourself)

Next, there's that multi-story building, which could be the place where Yato made his first kills, or Hiyori's grandmother's house. There isn't much visible, so it's hard to tell, but here's another side by side:

(46, page 9 [where Yato made his first kills]; 104, page 21; 85, page 42 [Hiyori's grandmother's house])

If this enchanted world functions similarly to Hiyori viewing Yato's past while he's asleep, Hiyori will get to experience trash dad's past as it really happened. I've mentioned before it bothers me how the gravekeeper has been narrating the events even though he wasn't present for any of them, so it's entirely likely Father manipulated the facts of his history, or they naturally changed over the course of a thousand years.

I also think Hiyori could find out trash dad's weak point, his true name, if/when she witnesses his past. She could then become his lifeline and decide to let the secret die with her. Or he could possess her, but I'm being optimistic.

The tree she sees is the tree where Yato named Sakura, but it could also have some significance to Father and Kaya; if the cottage where he raised Yato and Hiiro was in the same general location as that village, he could have some memories there.

So if we get Hiyori and Sakura interaction I will cry. If we get Hiyori and Kaya interaction I will also cry.

Next few chapters I'm really excited to see where this enchanted lake dimension thing goes. Yukine could also be caught up in it, depending on how far it has spread, and it'll be interesting to see how Amaterasu reacts to it too.

I don't normally say this, but reblogs are appreciated. This post required a lot of skimming older chapters to tie my thoughts together, and my original draft got half erased when I was just finishing it up so I had to rewrite a lot of it. Plus it seems like everyone was pretty confused by the events of this chapter, so a reblog would help to spread it around and hopefully shed some light on the events. Thanks!

[hatsukeii]

I CANF BELIEVE I HAVENT FOLLOWED U ??? THATS INSANE I COULDVE SWORN I DID 😭???

I've commented and reblogfed but I GOTTA send in an ask to YELL at how much I LOVED THE DENJI X READER

ACTUALLY HAD ME TWEAKING AT 11AM CHAT WAUGHHHHH IT WA SSO??????????? gah GAHHH UR SO GOOD AT WRITING IM SHAKING YOU

Fed little ol' me .... made little ol' me tear up and I don't do that easy 😭 God GODDDDDDD I loved that. In love with it. Obsessed, even. Denji Hayakawa I love u we love u HEART EMOJI x1000 ‼️‼️‼️

(I haven't slept at all so I mayyyy be going crazy but. Um. Ihihi loved that sm ur so good I'm sobbing thanking u for tagging me so I could see it PPPPRONTO)

HI POOKIE‼️‼️‼️ ITS ALL GOOD LOLOL MY TUMBLR LIKE ALSO DOES WEIRD SHIT AND TAKES PEOPLE OFF MY FOLLOWING SOMETIMES…

BUT THANK U FOR LIKING THS DENJI FIC SO MUCH HEEHEEHEEHEE I HAD U IN MIND ALL THR WAY THRU WRITING IT🫶

and sorry for making you tweak out and cry at 11am because it was 2am here and there were no emotional stakes involved for me when i clicked post… denji hayakawa i love you so much and you’ve been hurt and used and betrayed but I WOULD NEVEE BETRAY YOU‼️ NEVER‼️ NEVER EVER‼️

please go to sleep babes thank you for being so dedicated and waiting on the fic but you should SLEEP‼️‼️ GOOD BYE GOOD NIGHT‼️‼️

[ask-giovanni-and-ghetsis]

[Back where it all started..]

After God knows how many years, I finally decided to make this blog return from the dead with the hope to be active in here. With that, I also reopened the "Ask & Roleplay Box", so ya'll are free to send questions and RP requests. Still, I'd like to point out a few rules which I'd be really grateful if you followed them, so there won't be any misunderstandings + we're all gonna have fun 👌🏻

[So let's get started, shall we?]

If you want to write something that's only related to roleplaying, please write "[RP] (to Giovanni / Ghetsis / Giovanni & Ghetsis)" in every request you're sending me, so I'll know that it's meant for roleplay purposes only. If you want to ask a question on the other hand, please write "[Ask] (to Giovanni / Ghetsis / Giovanni & Ghetsis)

OCs are allowed of course, same goes for already existing / canonical characters. It'd be still great to tell me your OCs name in the request, so I'll know how to call them + use the correct pronouns, etc.

THE ROLEPLAY & ASK OPTION IS ONLY MEANT FOR "POKÉMON" / POKÉMON RELATED CHARACTERS & CONTENT! I DON'T DO CROSSOVERS OR INCLUDE CHARACTERS, OCs AND SO ON FROM OTHER GAMES, MOVIES AND WHATSOEVER!

I can imagine that I might perhaps get RP requests from many other people, so "Ongoing roleplays" can and most likely will be delayed in time. I don't want anybody to feel ignored or left out, so please be tolerant and respectful towards others & keep in mind that I want to give every single one of you the same amount of attention.

I only do the roleplay thing on this blog & ONLY via the ask option. I never use the direct messages here on Tumblr, so I'm just letting you know that I'm not available here for private RPs, especially not via DMs.

I'll reply the way I wish to reply and also the way how I imagine Giovanni & Ghetsis to act. I'm well aware that probably everyone of us has their own imagination of these two, so please keep in mind that I'm portraying them in my own way & the way I enjoy roleplaying as them. (Scroll down to find a list of how I imagine Giovanni & Ghetsis to act, including a few headcanons). If you may eventually not like my way of portraying them, then you're of course free to feel that way but PLEASE DO NOT use the roleplay / ask option for hate! Also PLEASE DON'T hate on other users who might enjoy this & interact with this blog! 🙏🏻

I APOLOGIZE IN ADVANCE IF I'M NOT ABLE TO REPLY IMMEDIATELY TO ALL OF YOUR MESSAGES. APART FROM TUMBLR I STILL DO HAVE A PRIVATE LIFE WITH DAILY TASKS LIKE WORK ETC, SO I'M NOT REGULARLY ACTIVE! I'M JUST LETTING YOU KNOW THAT I'M GOING TO REPLY WHENEVER I HAVE THE TIME TO DO SO OR WHEN I FEEL LIKE DOING SO! THANK YOU FOR UNDERSTANDING & PLEASE BARE WITH ME ❤️

⚠️ We all know the rules & guidelines here on Tumblr. So please follow them. I DO NOT interact with people who use topics like: Racism, pedophilia, homophobia, transphobia, misogynistic or mysandric stuff, body-shaming, sexual content etc. ⚠️

I apologize if my English grammar is whack sometimes because it's not my first language 🙈

[That's all for the rules. The following are some notes about my version of Gio & Dennis Ghetsis, including their personalities and some headcanons]

Giovanni:

Dude has class. Not only a successful and feared crime lord but also a swaggelicious Italian gentleman. Don't mistake his polite attitude for kindness, tho.

This man has a lot of patience. Like damn.. Not surprised because he hangs out with Ghetsis after all but even someone like Gio has his limits. He's not easy to anger or to annoy because he mostly either plays things down or straight forward ignores stuff that gets on his nerves but breh, Italian ranting intensifies once he snaps.

If you want to trigger him, just remind him of how often he got his butt kicked by random 10 year olds and I'm sure he'll want to see you dead sooner or later :)

Quite sarcastic & has a dry sense of humor. Definitely laughs at your misery when you struggle with the Silph Co. warp tiles in Saffron City.

Enjoys smoking cigars. Perhaps not that kind of a heavy-a$$ chainsmoker like my OC (Some of you might remember her lol) but whenever he's relaxing, he clearly does so with a cigar & a nice glass of scotch.

Biggest workaholic in history. It's 2am and you want him to go to sleep? No. He's still busy with whatever the hell he's doing (probably doing the casual evil stuff because "Mimimi, I'm SO evil, brb gotta think about more crimes to commit")

Can probably shoot someone who's hiding behind a random tree with his eyes closed because ✨ mafia boss ✨

Smug, charming bastard. He's Italian, so I'm not surprised about his intriguing vibes, lol. He can be quite flirty if he wants to be.

[LITTLE NOTE HERE: I don't mind if the asks or RPs might get a little "flirty" but PLEASE NOT DIRTY! Sure, we all may or may not have a dirty mind here and there but NO +18 & NSFW CONTENT in here 🙏🏻 I don't have a problem with some innuendos or whatever but we know Tumblr's rules: NO PORN. PERIOD.]

Ghetsis:

Just talk about a complete disaster.. I believe we all know that this guy has issues. He's clearly the one who's just here because Giovanni convinced him, yet he hates everyone & everything, including his life after the events of BW2.

Cold, f*cker.. Like srsly. If you manage that he acknowledges your presence (and heaven behold if he even ends up being sorta nice to you) then you must have Arceus' blessings, because usually he only has two moods: He either treats people as if they're dead or he makes sure they ARE dead. Especially when you push his buttons.

His ego is bigger than Celesteela or other huge-a$$ Pokémon. You want a selfish, egotistical, self-centered, manipulative, arrogant & overconfident megalomaniac who believes he has no flaws at all? He's your man then.

Grumpy & easily annoyed by literally EVERYTHING. He thankfully has calmed down a lot (more or less) because Gio forced him to have anger management classes but he's still like a ticking time bomb. He may be chill but the next second he can also try to randomly strangle you for breathing in his presence.

"I HAVE NO SON!!!¡¡11"

Also sarcastic as hell & laughs at anyone who died to his (hacked) Hydreigon. Probably also that type of guy who trips people in the hallway just for fun.

Can also be surprisingly charming and intriguing but I swear to everything that's dear to me DON'T fall for it.. He knows what to say to make people believe or trust him. If he says that he cares, there's rather a 99,9% chance that he actually doesn't.

"I'm a heartless, evil wretch!" (He isn't wrong, tho lol) Totally a Tsun at some point as well

Dennis. Just DENNIS.. 🙃

[kwanisms-replies]

main for kwanisms. you can also find me at: recs ・ reads ・ aesthetic ・ moonsugar

❀ a small about me ❀

Hi, I'm booki or simply ki。

I'm in my early 30's

I'm a multistan and follow many kpop groups and have been since 2007.

My top three are seventeen, stray kids, and ateez.

I also love txt, twice, day6, itzy, nct, super junior, bts, shinee, exo, monsta x (and wonho), got7, big bang, sunmi, chungha, queen wa$abii, futuristic swaver, flowsik, psy, KARD, a handful of western artists, and some j-pop/rock/rap as well.

I'm based in the US (CST). My best friend is Sky (@/yoonguurt).

I love animals and my favorites are snow leopards, red pandas, and giant pandas. (Though I'm pretty partial to any kind of bear and anything raccoon or fox-sized). I don't have any pets currently but plan on getting some soon.

My dream job is to work in China at the Chengdu Panda Breeding Research Center but I'll settle for a caretaker at Seoul Grand Park Zoo.

I used to be big into anime but I'm more of a casual fan now. My favorites of all time are: Haikyuu!!, InuYasha, Fruits Basket, Sailor Moon, and Tokyo Mew Mew. I used to cosplay and attended anime and comic book conventions for 12 years. Suffice it to say, I'm a veteran when it comes to anime and k-pop.

Something to consider:

My writing blog is 18+ and minors are not welcome.

Obviously, I can't stop yall from reading, just know if you are a minor and I see you interacting with my content, you will be blacklisted and blocked. No exceptions. 18+ means just that. 18 and older. If you don't have your age listed on your blog, you will be blocked. If your blog is blank (i.e: no header, no icon, no title, no reblogs) you will be blocked. The tiny robots that live and work inside [tumblr] will assume you are a bot if your blog is blank. If you're just here to read, I understand but at least customize your blog so the content creators you follow KNOW that you aren't a bot.

Lastly, this website is about sharing content. It's not like Instagram or Twitter. Likes, while appreciated, do absolutely nothing to boost our posts. Reblogs do. Side blogs are incredibly easy to make here. I would know, I have far too many than I care to admit. Please, please, please reblog and leave feedback. It helps us creators learn what readers like and dislike. It also helps our posts reach a wider audience.

anyway, that's enough from me, bye bye for now~ booki ❀

[ladala99]

Detective Pikachu Returns - Final Thoughts and Review

I just finished Detective Pikachu Returns. So here's a review! Non-spoiler things up top, then spoilery things under the cut! (assuming the site doesn't cut it early)

Gameplay

First up, don't buy this game if you're expecting to get a game. Unless you're just learning how to read and reason (in which case, get off Tumblr please), this game will give you zero challenge.

Much like the first game, you're poking around locations, finding clues until Pikachu tells you that you have enough information to solve something. Those solve prompts are multiple-choice and if you select the wrong one, you're just told to try again.

Of note, the game does give you somewhat plausible alternate answers in your multiple-choice prompts, so a child might find some challenge in trying to pick the right answer every time.

...Unless you turn on the "highlight correct answers" option in the Options menu. Just in case you wanted to eliminate any semblance of gameplay.

There are also very occasional quick-time events. They mostly involve mashing the A button. I actually failed one of the few that actually involve timing and nothing bad happened, there was just a slightly-altered cutscene.

New in this game, though, is that you can play as some additional Pokemon. They each have a gimmick that changes gameplay a slight amount.

There are also (pretty easy, but patience-testing) stealth sections. These feel unfinished due to the animations being really rough, but the actual gameplay of them is fine.

Worldbuilding

This is where the game excels. Pokemon are all around, doing their thing, and actually feeling like they live in the world unlike the main series games. New Snap does it better, but...

You can talk to the Pokemon here and learn what they're thinking about, building more of an idea of how they live.

There are quite a few minor but recurring characters that, as you interact with them, you feel like you get to know.

Story

Is pretty good. It's incredibly predictable, but it's fun uncovering the whys even after you've figured out the whos.

Can't really say more without getting into spoilers, so I'll come back to this.

Graphics/Animations

One of the appeals of this sub-series is the vastly improved animations over other titles in the series. As before, New Snap does it better, but this game is still fairly solid in the animation department.

However, it does feel like the developers cut some corners they didn't in the first game. There are a lot of reused animations here, sometimes in uncharacteristic ways. Characters use their default expressions entirely too often, hampering the emotional impact of some scenes.

Also in the first game, the lip flaps are synced to English in the English-language edition. Here, they certainly aren't. I'm assuming they're synced to the Japanese dialogue, but I played in English so I can't be sure.

But there are scenes they put a lot more effort into, and those really shine through. Unfortunately, it's not the whole game like the first time.

Graphics-wise, the humans (especially Tim) are far superior to the first game, but the textures on everything are very flat in comparison to other Pokemon games on the Switch. It's certainly not distractingly bad.

Conclusion

If you like the Pokemon world's worldbuilding and treat this game as a very long movie (it took me 15 hours to finish it), then it's worth it.

If you're looking for a video game to play, it's not.

You can also watch videos of other people playing the game, but honestly, seeing clips of other people's gameplay, it feels slower and more boring than when you're actually in control. (You can also speed up the walking speed in the Options menu amongst other things)

But yeah, it's hit or miss.

The Part with Spoilers

(This is back to disjointed thoughts like the others. Just felt like making this one post since I writing it in one day)

The last chapter. Ooh, the last chapter was so fun.

Using all of the Pokemon again was so great, bringing everything together.

I did wish the Pangoro puzzle was a little more difficult, but I'm definitely not the target audience.

I absolutely called... everything in the final sequence. The Mayor being manipulated, the real culprit being that greasy-haired scientist, Deoxys.

I didn't call that the scientist wanted to become a Pokemon, though. That does feel a little unoriginal, but honestly even without the movie, since Harry was Pikachu that could always have been the story.

The ending did feel a bit rushed, though. Like: guess and check literally being what you had to do?

Also this building is very much not OSHA compliant with how difficult it is to get to any of the stairs.

Deoxys vs. Mewtwo was really cool. As was Harrychu Volt Tackling.

And of course Harry was able to figure out how to make sure everyone survived offscreen.

So I guess, now that they're split, there's no more chance for a third game. Which is fine - there doesn't seem to be much else to explore as far as these characters go.

Divorce subplot really went nowhere, though. There was no explanation as to why he had decided to do that.

Post-credits scene - I guess Sophia could be in another sequel if they stretch it? They'd have to really stretch it, though. Because again: no talking Pikachu, no game.

But yeah, overall really enjoyed this sequence and very satisfied with the game. It was a nice break - but onto Octopath next!

[libelula202]

I’m in WA State and I just used Direct File to file my federal taxes.

It was great! Super easy (but tbf I don’t have any difficult items in my taxes), and I HIGHLY recommend!!

Each section is easy to navigate

Website auto saves after every completed section

Each section is explained, but if you want more info about certain terms there is a definition function, where it’ll define and explain in more detail

I.E. it asked about selling/purchasing any Digital Assets. I saw that Digital Assets was a hyperlink so I clicked on it. Another window was opened which defined DA, and gave examples for more clarification (bitcoin, NFTs, etc)

All told took me about 30 mins, as long as you have your W-2s, etc on hand

Honestly the hardest part was setting up my ID.me account. Required photos of ID (drivers license, state id, passport) and then a selfie of my face. All the 2 factor authentication took about 15 mins.

But the actual “doing my taxes” experience was smooth and painless. And at the end Direct File explains why you’re getting either a refund or owe, and how that amount is calculated.

Again, SUPER EASY! And so FAST! And MUCH easier than TurboTax.

But DF only works with certain types of tax paperwork. My dad (who is retired and has various accounts/social security he draws from) is not eligible to use DF, because his taxes are too complicated.

But for the average person on Tumblr I think it’s a great tool!

Plus let’s hype this UP so we can kill off “pay for tax filing” companies.

[Side note, I usually use a copy of my Dads TurboTax (because he already paid for it so it’s free for me). But this year I would have been required to get an entirely new computer because my OS wasn’t upgradable! Ridiculous and a scam. This saved me from spending HUNDREDS just to file my fucking taxes]

The IRS is piloting this new tool where you can file your taxes for free. If you’re in the following states:

Arizona

California

Florida

Massachusetts

Nevada

New Hampshire

New York

South Dakota

Tennessee

Texas

Washington state

Wyoming

You may be eligible. Let’s help them roll this out so we don’t need to rely on third party companies who just want to grab our money for something that should be free.

[sosos-adventures]

Some more general impressions of Vietnam:

I wrote it all down with many jokes and sadly tumblr deleted ot for some reason. So here we go again. Less funny this time.

1: bathroom stories:

The shower/toilet situation: All of the accomodations we have been to so far have the toilet right next to the showerhead. So whenever you take a shower, everythibgelse gets wet. The toilet, the toiletpaper and the entire floor. It happens quite often that you forget you just showered and then enter the bathroom with socks.. and well they are wet then.

The heater: I guess its quite common in some asian countries that you have to turn on the heater first and wait for 10 minutes before you can take a warm/hot shower. Otherwise it will be a very cold surprise.

Throwing the toiletpaper in the trash. So as the toilets easily get clocked, there are signs at mosgly any toilet to not throw the toiletpaper in the toilet. So we have to throw it in the trash. And just imagine you have to well... 💩... and then throwing the TP in the trash. Lets just hope they change the trash regularily.

2: Accomodation

Its really cheap to get a room in Vietnam. We usually pay around 8€ p.p. a night. In the big cities its 13€ p.p a night. So we so far havent booked a hostel yet. But I guess they must be even cheaper. Also there are so mamy oprtions to pick from that you can easily just bpok a room for the day after tomorrow. This makes travelling so much more spontaneous.

The beds.. usually a matress should be a little softer to get some good sleep. Her ein Vietnam, they sleep on the floor with either a handmade mat or a thin matress. For tourists they have bedframes and matresses. And most of them are extremely hard. The first accomodstion we have been to was so soft and nice to sleep on. Sadly the more we got north the more uncomfy the beds.. so always read the reviews of a hotel and check if people mentioned the bed situation.

This is a picture of our room in Hanoi. For some reason we didnt take any picture sof the previous ones:

3. The money:

So roughly 25.000 dong = 1 € . They dont have coins. The smallest bill they have is 1000 dong. We barely ever got to see that one. Usually we have 10.000, 20.000 and 50.000 dong bills. Whenever we go to the ATM we are millionaires. Usually we take 2 Million each. So getting familiar with the money takes a while. The billd look pretty cute though. One side always shows the face of Ho Chi Minh (he is everywhere.. as a statue, in temples, in peoples private rooms) and the other side shows vietnames sightseeing spots.

Also if you go to Vietnam, dont get scamed by getting the wrong bills back when getting change. They look quite similar and a x-00.000 can easily be wxchanged for a x-0.000 bill. Thankfully this hasnt happened to us yet :)

4: Sidewalks dont exist. I mentioned this before but its just so different to Germany. Sidewalks are not really pedestrianfriendly. They are mostly blocked by either cars, mostly motorbikes or street vendors. So pedestrians mostly walk on the street or try to get past some street vendors somehow. Its just sad to see how especially motorbikes are using the space as their parking spots. In Hue for examole wa walked along a river and at some point there was a constructionsite. So we had to walk on the street instead which turned out to be the biggest street in that area. Just imagine 2 girls between hundreds of motobikers and cars just randlomy waiting in line for the trafficlights to turn green. This went on for only a few hundred meters but it is still not easy to get used to the fact that pedestriand basically are the lowest part of the mobilitychain (is that a word? no idea..).

5: take off your shoes! Many places in Vietnam can only be entered when taking off the shoes. Not only in temples but also in some restaurabts and homestays this is quite common. And while we also do that at home, it sometimes just looks funny to see many different shoes at an entrance of a cafe or temple. It happened to me a few times that pepole can smell/find my shoes from quite far away.. this is because I brought "Toms" shoes that require some special socks which I did not bring for the trip. In Germany I can also wear them barefoot but here it is so hot that they staft smelling quite fast. So sorry for everyone who had to smell that so far. Once it happened at the tailorshop we went to and I felt super embarrassed.

6: coffee time.. I already mentioned the coconut coffee. But Vietnam also has a specialty that is called weasel coffee beans. I wont tell you guys much about it but lets just say it has something to do with poop. Here are some links you can rwad more about how thks type of coffe is made and what it stands for. Apöafently a KG of weasel coffee is supee expensive to get. So maybe worth a try? You can rwad more about it here:

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kopi_luwak

The other link I couldnt find anymore but I am sure you can find plenty of material if you want to.