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squarebracketsmileyface · 10 months ago

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HEAR ME OUT. ILOMILO BY BILLIE EILISH IS SO JAM CODED. IM SORRY

Oooooo I don't know that song.

Oh you're so right this is so Jam. Especially Jam in chapter 3 (or thinking back to chapter three in their final moments in the recorded MH) I think, when they're just starting their relationship/talking about their feelings and everything's a little turbulent because Jay's a mess who doesn't know how to cope with anything.

like, I have very many thoughts about this and you're getting all of them unfortunately

Told you not to worry But maybe that's a lie Honey, what's your hurry? Won't you stay inside? Remember not to get too close to stars They're never gonna give you love like ours

Jay, Tim, Jay

First two lines are Jay, trying to pretend like everything's fine and saying that Tim shouldn't worry about any of the weird stuff Jay does, right? Because of Alex. Jay's very weird because of Alex, because he's scared of falling in love with another unobtainable man.

The next two lines are Tim, you know when Jay kinda just ran the fuck out of the motel room after they kissed, because he though Tim was going to abandon him like Alex did? Tim was definitely trying to get Jay to stay inside and not run away so fast before they'd even properly talked about it and just, fixed the whole issue with some good old communication.

Then the last two lines are Jay again, reminding himself not to get too attached to 'stars' aka unobtainable men, men who are soooooo distant like the stars and can only burn him alive when he gets up close. (i'm mostly ignoring the love like ours bit because the only way it makes sense is if it's kinda Jay thinking about Alex, but the thing is Alex was a 'star' too, and what Jay's worried about in my head is Tim ending up being like Alex. So i'm ignoring it.)

Where did you go? I should know, but it's cold And I don't wanna be lonely So show me the way home I can't lose another life

Tim, Jay

The first two lines are Tim, quite literally wondering where Jay went because he stormed away out of their motel room. He steps outside to follow Jay and doesn't immediately see him because he's crouched down beside his car, but Tim needs to know where Jay is, because it's really cold (in like august which it shouldn't be, so he's worried because Operator)

The next lines are Jay. He doesn't want to be lonely. As much as he's scared of getting into another relationship, he doesn't want to be on his own, he wants to be hopeful, he wants this to work. He wants Tim to come after him and 'show him the way home', he wants Tim to come and find him and take him back to their motel room so he doesn't have to do a little awkward walk back to get his stuff and keys so he can leave. He doesn't want to lose another person he's really started to care about.

Hurry, I'm worried The world's a little blurry Or maybe it's my eyes The friends I've had to bury They keep me up at night

Both Jay and Tim

First three lines. Jay wanting Tim to hurry out and get him because he knows something's wrong outside, but he can't really figure out what because the world's blurry with his tears. Tim wanting Jay to hurry up and come back inside so they can talk about it, and then stepping outside into the cold and realizing the world looks just that little bit distorted like it does when the Operator's around, he hopes he's just worried for no reason.

The last two lines. Jay doesn't want to have to bury another relationship, he doesn't want to lose Tim as well, losing Alex already haunts him day and night, and losing Tim would only add to that. For Tim it's a lot more literal, he knows something's wrong outside and he doesn't want to have to literally bury Jay because the Operator or Alex got him, the people he's lost already hang over him, especially Brian.

Said I couldn't love someone 'Cause I might break If you're gonna die, not by mistake

Jay.

Pretty self explanatory, he's scared to love someone again because if anything at all goes wrong he'll fucking break.

The last line feels more like Jay talking about the relationship itself, if it's going to die it'll happen before it's even started, and it'll be on purpose. Jay will push Tim away so that they can't even start a relationship for Jay to be crushed by when it ends.

So, where did you go? I should know, but it's cold And I don't wanna be lonely So tell me you'll come home Even if it's just a lie

Tim

The first two lines are the same as before.

The third line is Tim not wanting to be lonely this time. He likes Jay, he wants this to work between them, and they need each other anyway, to sort out the whole Alex and the Operator thing.

The last two lines are Tim finding Jay and talking to him a little, he wants Jay to come back to the motel room with him, he wants Jay to say he'll come back even if it's a lie, he wants even false hope at getting to have a relationship with Jay, and Jay 'coming home' would give him that hope even if it wasn't actually going to end up with them together, even if it's just so that Jay can get his things and leave again for good.

I tried not to upset you Let you, rescue, me the day I met you I just wanted to protect you But now I'll never get to

Past and future. Jay and Tim.

The first two lines are just exactly what they say. Jay and Tim kinda (metaphorically) rescued each other the day they met, even though they definitely had a rocky start and at the time Tim didn't realize Jay coming back into his life was a good thing.

The last two lines are the future. They want to protect each other. Tim wishes he'd been there to protect Jay in the end, in entry 80, but Jay's gone and Tim's never going to be able to go back in time and fix things. (honestly this whole things could be them both thinking back on everything in their final moments in MH, Jay right as he's dying -life flashing kinda deal- and Tim and that crossroads)

Hurry, I'm worried

Where did you go? I should know, but it's cold And I don't wanna be lonely Was hoping you'd come home I don't care if it's a lie

Tim (end of series Tim)

Tim didn't ever really find out what happened to Jay's body. He never knew where it went, he just knows he never had anyone to bury. He kinda still holds out hope that somehow Jay will come back, because he never got to bury the body, so that means there's a sliver of a chance that Jay's still alive somewhere, right? (right, Skully. Sorta. They have Jay's face and that'd be devastating for Tim) He wants even that false hope that Jay could come back, but he knows any hope he gives himself will be baseless.

Jay's not coming back and Tim's going to have to live the rest of his life without him. (Tim's going to have to raise their daughter on his own, and she already looks so much like Jay, even at only a month and a bit old -i'm sorry, i'm obsessed with the angst of Tim having Jay's kid-)

#They're so fucking tragic #i forget that sorry its locked isn't just canon MH sometimes and I don't know if that's a good thing or not #MH is already so tragic. idk if SIL makes it worse. but god i love this fic #angst angst angst #song ask #marble hornets #jay merrick #tim wright #marble hornets fanfic #mh jam #mh sorry its locked #lyric analysis i guess

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lumine-no-hikari · 8 months ago

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Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #132

I did a few things today. But as per usual, I started today with making a mug of tea. Today's was genmaicha; mine is loose-leaf:

...This means you gotta stick it in a tea ball. The glass mug is about 2 cups, so 2tsp of leaves have to go into the tea ball:

...Hunter is blurry, but he follows me literally everywhere I go, and looks on with great interest as I do most anything in the kitchen, haha! My tea ball is really old. I've had it since before this shop called Teavana stopped being a thing. As far as I know, it was bought out by a bigger corporation and then ruined, so now all the wonderful tea flavors they used to make, like "strawberry misaki blooming tea" and "tiramisu" are nothing but distant memories now.

...That strawberry misaki blooming tea... I think you really would have liked that one. I surely would have enjoyed taking pictures of it for you...

In any case, you pour the boiling water over the tea ball like this:

...And you wait for it to brew...

Today I thought it might be neat to add buckwheat honey to the tea. This is very dark, somewhat bitter honey that tastes somewhat like how dried hay smells. And... yes, I realize that I probably described it in the least appetizing way possible, but I promise you, it's actually pretty good - it's just that a little goes a long way.

...Unfortunately, it's been so long since I've had it in the house that I may have forgotten that little detail...

Well. One of the things I got at the co-op yesterday was a half gallon of goat milk. I used that in today's tea:

Milk swirls in the cup a little differently than cream does, but I still think it's kinda neat:

...Shortly after this, J asked for me to come along as emotional support while he talked to the local airplane mechanic about the plane we crashed in recently. As it turns out, the cost of materials and labor would exceed the price of the plane itself, so it is likely going to be scrapped. It's a shame, but it is what it is, and it's important to remember that J and I are extremely lucky to have walked away from what happened without even getting injured. Everything else is kinda small potatoes by comparison, ya know?

On the way there, I managed to snag this picture of a bird-of-prey for you; maybe you'll think it's neat:

I had intended to make myself a breakfast in the morning, but I waited until J and I got back from the airplane mechanic before doing that.

I started by cooking some rice:

From there, I cooked some garlic-and-wine sausages that I got from the co-op yesterday:

As you can see, once they were done, they left behind a lot of delicious juices in the pan:

...I cooked some duck eggs in those juices.

...I wonder if you might be able to see where this is going! Haha! Yesterday, I found fresh natto, and black garlic kimchi at the co-op:

...From there, with all the assembled ingredients, it becomes easy to throw together a pretty epic and wholesome rice bowl!

...I know, I know, using a fork for this is probably blasphemy, hahaha! Suppose I just didn't really wanna dirty some chopsticks when the fork I used in order to pull out some kimchi was just as usable.

In my experience, the best thing to do is to mix the ingredients in the bowl together in order to get a balanced flavor:

...It was delicious!! But I felt like it was still missing something, so I fixed it by adding a little bit of cheese (also blasphemy, I know, hahaha! but blasphemy can be delicious, I promise!):

...As per usual, I find myself wishing I could have shared this epic concoction with you. It tasted amazing. I wish you were here.

...Today was mostly another chill day. I mostly did leisure writing instead of productive writing. So unfortunately, I don't have anything insightful or profound to say to you today, either - just good tea and tasty snacks. But I like to think that these are just as valuable, especially on an empty stomach and a lonely heart.

...I used the salt and oil trick on the pan again to make the eggs. I let it sit on the heat for a long time. Perhaps a little too long; it smoked mightily, and it was enough to make my eyes water and make it hard for me to breathe (asthma is another one of my numerous physical glitches...). I got really dizzy at one point. It was super dumb.

I took the pan outside to cool off, opened all the windows, and flapped a towel around to try to get the smoke from the oil and salt out of the house. I got somewhat lightheaded in the process, and my head still feels kinda weird and fuzzy, even though this took place hours ago by now...

...Those eggs didn't stick though. Not this time. Not even a tiny little bit. It seems almost impossible - like a dream; I wonder what the physics are that make this trick work...

Hey, Sephiroth? My head still feels really weird and it's kind of hard to write (I wonder if you can tell? Hmm...). So I suppose I'll end this one here.

I love you. I wish more than anything that you were here so you could experience all the wholesome and awesome things at my house. Please stay safe at least until my next letter; you can expect another one tomorrow.

Your friend, Lumine

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asmoteeth · 2 years ago

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¡Hey Asmo! How are you doing? I hope that you have been fine (idk from which part of Argentina are you (and it's not my business to know), but I hope that you are not suffering the heatwave as much as I'm XD)....

That last wedge fanart was simply sooo good Asmo...the look of shock, but also betrayal/slash anger, was spot on *chef kiss* idk about you, but with all the fluff present, some angst too would do really nicely (this is so perfect)

My personal hc: even as an established couple, HS still feels awful for his attitude towards Wedge when he found out he was an ex-con; it's really obvious when he's in that state, because he looks like a kicked puppy and exudes misery when around Wedge. How do you think he would fix this? Mandatory cuddle time? Wedge will turn HS into a burrito when he refuses to cuddle? Kinda like this?:

*I bet he also does it when HS tries to do something stupid or when he's sleepy but doesn't want to recharge* Bonus: if you are into completing ship charts, would you be interested in doing this one? Only if you wanna ofc... You can ignore the horny level part, though (cause I know your opinion on that matter)

Anyway, ¡sending you good wishes Asmo!

THE FIRST LINES WERE A WHISPLASH DO YOU MEAN LIKE-- YOU LIVE IN ARGENTINA TOO????? THAT'S SO COOL IF THAT'S THE CASE JSNWKABSIWKWBEIQJQ WHUAAAA The heatwaves have been painful, my clasroom is a forsaken OVEN and I almost threw up from the heat today, thank you for asking (´-﹏-`；)

THANK YOU SO MUCH <333 Honestly the expression was the first thing I drew in the whole piece, I just had an idea of anger+shock+fear+sadness and had to put it down to drawing QUICKLY and then I kept going, I didn't even expect to finish it today, I'm very proud of the lighting and blurry parts doing their job at giving the drawing profundity.

I DEFINITELY FEEL LIKE HOTSHOT COULD GET THOSE GUILT TRIPPING MOMENTS, even if he changed his whole view on deceptions he was probably raised with AS SOON AS HE DISCOVERED WEDGE WAS ONE I feel the things he said ("decepticons don't count as anyone" for example, ouch) might crawl on his back from time to time, what if he needs to overcompensate for that night?

What if he makes a day FULL of silly activities Wedge enjoys? Idk, weight lifting? THEIR DUO DRAG RACE STUNT, etc.

But Hotshot keeps getting guilt trips and it shows so at some point Wedge shakes him by the shoulders like WHAT'S WRONG WHY AREN'T U HAVING FUN

Hotshot is cornered and has no other way than to explain what's bothering him, Wedge is a little mad, but over the fact that he didn't tell him in the first place, specially when it was related to him and the fact that it was eating him from the inside this much.

They decide this day should be more soft, so they just head back inside, SOMEHOW GET A BLANKET LONG ENOUGH FOR THEM (sewing???) And YES, THEY CUDDLE YOU ARE SO RIGHT (tho honestly for me their "cuddling" is napping sprawled on the conversation pit, Hotshot is def a spider hugger when sleeping I accept 0 criticism)

I'M SO SO INTO COMPLETING CHARTS, I LOVE COMPLETING CHARTS, FEEL ABSOLUTELY FREE TO SEND ME MORE PLEASE PLEASE <3333

I love the slider thingie so much omg

THANKS FOR SUCH A BIG ASK SINCE I BEEN FEELING KINDA DOWN THESE DAYS

#asmo.txt #asmo asks #wedgeshot asks

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etherealascend · 2 years ago

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hii it's unorcadox ^_^ how does your editing process work!!! like how do you choose what images to use, how to combine them, how to get the right "feel" etc. 👀 very curious abt ur answer

Damn, great question! Also, love your edits, Orca! (also a bit jelous abt your productivity, wish i had so many great ideas) So i present to you: a wall of text! (cw really long!)

So, many people see a great base image and then immideately get an idea of what they wanna do w/ it. I'm not like that, i ususally have an idea of an edit in mind, and then search for sometimes a few hours for a base image that may work. I have a whole tutorial-worthy process of how i always find what i need, but i digress… Most of the times, tho, i get something better than what i had in mind. I love this process, cause it's like tresure hunting for me. (ofc it's not always like that, just most of the time. Since i have a giant collection of base images i may sometimes use them). I choose my images based on the mood i wanna portray. It's always supposed to be looking kinda dreamlike and unreal, but it can also be creepy, dark, bright, etc.

When editing my favourite style of edits - fake dreamlike places - I try to make them look as real as possible, regarding color, lighting, etc, while still making them look blatantly fake regarding the composition, subject matter, etc. Ofc i don't try to perfect my lighting, since it can take away the feeling i strive for, so it's kinda based on my own feelings idk. I get really inspired by the surrealists' painting. Artists like Brent Wong, for example. Liminal spaces are already weird, so why not make them even weirder, by making the geometry non-Euclidean and subject matter impossible in the real world. Also unlike surrealist painters, i have a luxiry of making the scene like "more real" by combining actual photos in photoshop. Ofc people have been making surreal art w/ 3d programs forever now, but it still doesn't give off the same feeling real picture does, yk.

Uhh... what was i talking about... Ah, yes! I firstly make a collage, that i have in mind by this point, and sometimes it just... doesn't work out! i had discarded so many great ideas, cause they weren't turning out good. But if it works, i add shadows and highlights. I look at real liminal space photos and try to really analyze them. Like, what makes them work? the color, the quality, the blurriness? Then i add effects that works to my edit. Every edit needs it's own level of compression, sharpness, blurriness... You just gotta feel it.

Really important step. I leave my edit for a few hours, so i forget how it looks, and then return later. All the imperfections, things that don't work, etc pop out immediately. I read somewhere that the process of creating and the process of analyzing are two completely different things, and i couldn't agree more. It's annoying when you have a finished edit, and you really wanna show it to the world, but you have to wait... But it's better, than being embarrassed later that you posted something unfinished and you can't fix it now.

Ofc i make text edits as well, but they basically serve the same purpose and not that interesting to describe, cause process is the same just with a few steps skipped.

There wasn't such question, but i still wanna talk about it, cause it kinda answers "how do you get the right feel". Well, why do i make edits? Well, the world sucks ass (i don't agree w/ this statement for the most part, like friends are great, nature is buitifull, but then there are parts that just... yk...) and for me weirdcore is a sort of an escapism. I can't traverse dreamworlds mindlessly, alone or come across magical events in real world, sadly. But I can make them however i would like them to look and feel, with my characters (like deer), and my own thoughts about them, that no one except me knows. It's kinda like i actually've been there, and i took a picture. Or hell, maybe i've never been here myself, but those deer were, or invisible creatures, that are not in the shot. And i know them personally, cause i made them, they are a part of myself! And it really helps, and i'm so glad these pictures resonate with so many more people here too! I had been making these pictures without realising why for a year. I had some thoughts and heard dozens of opinins of other pople, but i hadn't had a full picture. And then a video by SuperEyePatchWolf about liminal spaces comes out, and i get it now, it was really eye opening, for me at least. It explains really well why we love unreality so much.

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lilbombus · 1 year ago

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Last Friday, I posted chp.2.1 and a 3 page Intermission of my comic Journey to the Far Edges of the Universe (JTTFEOTU for short) on ao3

Chp.2.1, which is the first half of chp.2, is 23 pages long consisting of GameOver Jade talking to Davesprite about the events that occurred and the emotional hurdles that arises for both characters.

I explained chp.2.1 as a note on ao3, but here's the sum up: chp.2 is the start of Act 1. Think of chp.2 as a goodbye to davesprite’s character in GO!, while chp.3 is planned to be Nanna’s goodbye. Act 1 will end when the sprites leave for the new timeline.

(I wanna note that the pages are kinda blurry in ao3 and I don't know how to fix that hopefully ill find the solution when I post on ao3 again)

Imma add lil screenshots from chp.2.1 and Intermission here ~

#homestuck #jade harley #davesprite #dave strider #my comics #my arty #my art #JTTFEOTU comic and thoughts #...it been 3 years #the amount of changes I made since early 2020 draft of chp.2 is a lot and honestly idk how imma rework chp.2.2 but imma try #I like how I drew expressions in chp.2.1 that was fun #im kinda proud of myself that I stuck to my plan of wanting to finish this half chp in Aug and only working on it on the weekdays #I was anxious posting this on Friday so todays the day I post #honestly tho I can't even look at chp.1 like I get kinda embarrassed thinking about it but anyway imma just move forward and learn as I go

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hailsatanacab · 2 years ago

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GUESS WHO’S BACK! this time, with a slightly different take on the prompt 🤣 Bio!Dad Bruce, Siblings Danny and Damian!! I know I said I was going to do twin!Damian, but it just fit better this way I think. I told you this prompt really gripped me, so please enjoy even more words on it!!

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Look. The only excuse Danny can give is that he's tired, alright? He's so, so tired. Matchsticks propping up his eyelids kind of tired. Five quiet seconds away from face planting into the ground kind of tired. Mistake the coat rack for his mom again kind of tired.

Beat this ghost into the ground if he doesn't put him back in his bedroom so he can finish his homework and finally get some sleep kind of tired.

Seriously, what the hell? He'd only just gotten back to his room after souping the fifth ectopus of the night (apparently there was some sort of migration happening and it just happened to coincide with the worst case of homework overload he's had since freshman year) when he was enveloped in a swirling mess of green and deposited in an ectoplasmic cage in some random ghost's lair. It's just not fair! If it doesn't rain, it pours, and the only constant in life is that Danny doesn’t ever seem to have an umbrella.

So, when Danny looks down and sees that he's still clutching his textbook and homework packet to his chest, and then looks around to see a few more cages containing a few more blurry looking people all milling around and banging on the ectoplasm in confusion, sees the ghost up the front in the middle of a monologue that Danny just knows is going to take forever, he does the only reasonable thing he can think of.

He does his homework.

Yes, he knows he's meant to be a hero, he knows he's meant to be helping these people escape, but come on! He's also an overworked high school student with several deadlines and a dwindling amount of detentions he can get before exclusion, so what choice does he really have?

The ghost doesn't even feel all that powerful, maybe on par with Boxy? He's got a sense for these things now—an annoyance metre, rather than his normal ghost sense—and from the weak pulse of ectoplasm surrounding him, the cheesy Sigmund Freud-looking therapist getup, and the very fact that he's still monologuing, Danny just knows. More annoying to deal with than an actual oh-shit-the-world-is-ending kind of problem. He could take this guy in his sleep.

Or, more accurately, he could take this guy on close to three hours of snatched sleep for the entire week.

So, sue him. He's using this time as independent study. He's doing his homework and there's nothing this smarmy, two-bit Doctor Phil ghost can do to stop him.

Actually, please don't sue him, Danny has this all in hand, he promises. As soon as he hears the other hostages make a sound, he'll abandon his homework and he'll soup the guy. Just let him do most of it first, please!

Decision made, Danny settles down and cracks open his textbook. Math time!

Hey, so turns out, math fucking sucks.

It's not long before Danny thinks this whole thing was a stupid idea and he kinda wishes he would just get expelled. Give him something broken and he’ll fix it. Give him a lab and some scrap metal and he’s pretty sure he can build whatever, just like his parents.

Getting these numbers into the right answer, however? Impossible! How in the name of all that is dead is he meant to do this?

He's sitting cross-legged on the floor of his cage, textbook split open and the pages from his packet scattered messily around him, head in his hands, when he hears a knock on his cage. A shiver rolls through him as a rush of ectoplasm powers through the walls, lighting it up in a pale glowing green.

“What? What do you want?” he grumbles, not even looking up. “Because if it’s not an easy explanation for the quadratic formula, I don’t wanna know.”

“Are you doing your homework?” The ghost’s voice is incredulous and Danny can feel him swoop down to the floor to get a closer look, but whatever, he still doesn’t look up. Instead, he focuses on trying to put the numbers into some semblance of order. “You should be concentrating on my game!”

“Oh, man, ordinarily I’d be so into blowing off my homework for whatever game you’ve got cooking, but if I get one more detention I’m pretty sure Mom will actually succeed in killing me and I don’t fancy going through that again, you feel?”

“Excuse me? I don’t think you understand the kind of position you’re putting your—”

“You have to do brackets before multiplication, right? But you’ve got to make it balance on both sides of the equation, so that means I’ve got to… Wait, no, balancing equations is something different, isn't it? Ancients, this is so fucked, where’s my calculator…”

The cage rocks back with the force of the ghost’s fists and Danny has to scramble to keep all of his scraps of paper in some sort of order.

“Dude! What the hell?”

“Answer my question so we can carry on with the game.” The ghost hisses, his face pressed up against the glass walls of the cage.

Danny rolls his eyes. He’s trying to answer his own questions, thank you very much! Perhaps he should just bust out, end this quickly and get back home. At least there he’d have access to the internet—and more importantly, Tucker’s answers. To compare, not to cheat, of course.

“Fine, what’s your question?”

“You weren’t listening? Do you even care about this at all?”

“All I care about right now is finishing my homework and getting back home at least an hour before my alarm goes off. So unless you can promise me that, I'm going to fight you now and finish off my homework in peace."

“Fight me? At least threatening bodily harm is something you all have in common. Please, you’re all stuck in there until this game ends, whether you like it or not.” The ghost sneers against the cage in what he probably thinks is an intimidating display of teeth, but instead just has Danny realising that he’s not brushed his own in two days. He's been so tired, he's not had time. It's still gross, though. “Answer the questions and you’ll be able to go home lickety-split.”

“Yeah, alright, whatever—as long as I get to answer my own questions, too. X doesn’t solve itself, you know.” As much as he wishes it did.

“Fine. I suppose this isn’t a test for you, anyway.”

Okay, well, at least it seems like Danny’s just a pawn and not an actual player in whatever kind of game this is. He’s not sure how he feels about that—actually, scratch that, yes he does. It’s really fucking nice to not be the one that’s one fuck up away from losing everything.

Mind you, he’s still not off the hook for it, yet. Obviously, he’ll still be keeping an ear out for anything going wrong, but what’s the harm in letting it play out a little longer? At least he’ll get some more work done.

“Fine.” Danny parrots. “What’s your question?”

“What’s your name?”

“I’m sorry, what?”

“What’s your name?”

“You don’t know who I am?”

Huh. It’s not often that happens anymore. Weird.

Instead of giving him any answer, the ghost just whips around and cackles as he flies off towards the centre of the room. The glow of his cage dies down as the supply of ectoplasm dwindles and he finally takes a proper look around.

“Did you hear that? Did you hear the shock in his voice, did you see the betrayal in his eyes? You don’t know who he is!”

The ghost is swirling around a podium in the middle of the room, mocking the person in a voice that pierces Danny’s eardrums and stabs directly into his brain. Great, he’s entered the blinding headache stage of tired. He squints and rubs his eyes, but the heavy, blurring tiredness doesn’t leave.

He gives up on trying to guess who the hulking figure in the middle is. All he can assume is that he’s the reason they’re all here, what with the five or six other cages surrounding placed facing him.

Look, it’s unreasonable to ask Danny to do maths and hero work, let him just pick one thing to focus on.

“That’s your first point lost, I’m afraid! Let’s keep going, shall we? The questions are going to get a little harder now, good luck…”

With that, the ghost flies over to the first cage and poses another question. “When is his birthday?”

There’s barely any hesitation from the man on the podium who gives his answer as “March 20th,” with a confident growl. It's pretty impressive, to be fair. Danny can’t remember what date his own birthday is half the time, let alone anyone else’s.

To be fair, Danny has two birthdays, so it's doubly hard.

He doesn't forget.

The first birthday, the one he celebrates, is the day he found the Fentons. He tells them he doesn't know his actual birthday and they believe him, so every April 3rd they celebrate the day he came into their lives.

Or, at least, they do in theory. The Fentons aren't great at remembering birthdays either.

He reserves his true birthday for remembering where he came from. For mourning the life he left behind, the family, his brother. And when the day is over, he pushes it aside and carries on with his completely normal life as best he can.

Which is what he’s doing now. Carrying on with his life as best he can. Doing his homework.

When this stupid game finally finishes, he’ll get transported back to his bedroom with his three sheets of (hopefully) correct answers and he’ll get some sleep.

Then he’ll wake up, go to school, and do it all again.

Out of the corner of his eye, he watches as the ghost feeds enough ectoplasm through the first cage so that it lights up just like his did. Immediately, the man inside starts shouting, threatening the ghost with some very creative swearing to let them all go, but Danny just tunes him out because he’s doing what he does best. He's getting on with it.

He swallows and settles back down on the floor, trying to ignore the way his eyes are prickling. Cool. Entering into the “crying way too easily at just about anything” stage of tired. Lovely.

Right. Come on, you can do this. Take a deep breath. It’s just math.

Solve 7x^2 - 25x + 2 = 0 using the quadratic formula. Give your answer to 2 decimal places.

What the fuck.

He keeps an ear out as the ghost goes down the line asking the same question and receiving much the same results. Meanwhile, Danny’s getting nowhere fast.

So, a = 7, right? Which means that b = 25 and c = 2, that’s good, okay, so plug that all into the quadratic formula—wait, shit, b = -25 instead! Does that make a difference?

Whatever, now he has to… fix all the numbers in the formula, so minus minus 25 which is… 0, right? Right. Then it’s all the brackets, so first he’s got to square -25 which is… fuck. Where’s his calculator, did he bring a calculator? How in the hell is he meant to do that in his head?

Danny’s halfway to pulling his hair out when he hears it. The ghost is laughing, congratulating the man on the podium for his three right answers even if it looks like he’s gotten this one wrong, judging by the reaction of the person inside the cage. Danny can’t quite make out what’s happening because all he can see is numbers and, having abandoned squaring -25, a square root that he doesn’t know how to deal with.

So it's understandable that the shout doesn’t quite register to begin with.

“—yal! Danyal!”

But when it does, when the name finally makes it through, he freezes.

It can’t be real.

“Akhi, please!”

It’s not real.

His head whips up to the cage that’s glowing, but it’s too far away, too bright in the darkness, to really make out for certain that… It can’t be. He can’t be here, why would he be here?

Part of Danny really, really wishes he was paying attention to the monologuing.

“Danyal, please, answer me!” The voice is desperate, so, so desperate. Hoarse and wet and thick with tears, a far cry from the confident boy he used to know. The… the only time Danny’s heard his voice like that was when… But it can’t be him. “Let me go, let me see him! Danyal!”

“Answer my question, you little rat!” The ghost growls, face twisting in a snarling grimace that gets him nowhere. Of course it wouldn’t, there's no way that would scare him.

“Danyal! Please, akhi, please!”

It… Oh shit, is it really him?

Danny stands up, his pencil clattering to the floor, and he steps close enough to the glass wall of the cage so that he can reach out and touch it.

He hesitates.

What if it’s a trick? What if he’s in a nightmare dimension and the ghost is actually super powerful and this is all a trap? It’s not a game for the man on the podium, it’s a game made for torturing him—hell, it even had math in it! He hates math!

It can’t be real.

“Danyal, please, let it be you, please be alive, Danyal… Akhi, please.”

He lets his ectoplasm flood the cage, the walls blinding him as he pours in too much, far more than the ghost keeping them captive could ever hope to conjure. He wets his lips, regulates his ectoplasm to a trickle so that the light dims and he can finally see out again, and tries to say something. Anything. His heart is pounding and his mouth is dry.

“Dami?” he whispers, not daring to hope. Then louder, “Damian?”

“Danyal, is it really—”

“What are you doing?” The ghost snaps, taking his hand off of Damian’s cage so that the light dims and he can’t be heard, and shoots over towards him. “How are you doing that?”

Yeah, fuck this. That’s Damian in there, that’s really Damian, and Danny’s not staying in his cage for another second. He takes his hand off the wall and powers up an ectoblast, not even bothering to transform. He’s getting his little brother.

The glass of the cage shatters easily.

He steps out of the cage easily.

He… It’s not quite as easy to walk over to Damian.

It’s even harder to smash it open, so he just stands there, staring. Watching as Damian—and it is, it really is—stands there, too, his mouth moving as he's trying to call out to him but no sound is heard. Danny can read his lips well enough…

Damian sniffs, wipes his eyes and nose on his sleeve, and smiles tentatively. It’s a small, fleeting thing. Unsure. Sad. Hopeful.

“Damian?” He still can’t believe it, it has to be some sort of trick, surely. Still… even if it is, he’ll get to hold his brother again. Even if it’s not real. He smiles back at him and readies an ectoblast. “Stand back.”

And then that stupid ghost fires one straight at him instead.

Damian’s gaze flickers behind him, shouting a warning that he can’t hear, and he turns intangible on instinct. The bolt flies through him, but it’s not even strong enough to break Damian’s cage. Yeah, Danny was right. This guy's just annoying, not even worth the time it'll take to fight him.

“You’re ruining it, you’re ruining my game! You’re… you’re a ghost?”

There it is, there's the realisation, finally. He turns to face him, anger boiling in his veins. Fuck this guy.

“You’re an idiot?”

“Excuse me? How dare you?” The ghost blinks, then puffs himself up, ghostly flames licking up his stupid, ill-fitting suit, still not fully comprehending what’s going on. Not knowing the danger he’s in. “In my own lair, how dare you call me that?”

“I’m not a ghost.” Danny interrupts, ice beginning to creep out from his feet. He takes a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. “I’m Phantom.”

“Wh—Phantom?” Immediately, the ghost loses all of his fire and shrinks into himself. “Oh, Ancients, I’m… I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, Your Majesty, I didn’t mean to—”

“And yet, you did. Is this a challenge?”

“Challenge? Cha—no, no, of course not, of course not, I wouldn’t be challenging you, not at all! Here, I’ll just, I’ll… I’ll let everyone out and then you can be on your way, I’m so sorry!”

Danny doesn’t even bother to answer, he just turns back to Damian with a roll of his eyes and—he’s still there, he keeps expecting him to have vanished, for this all to have been a dream, but he’s still there—and he readies another ectoblast.

“Stand back, okay?”

Damian nods and moves away, his eyes flicking between Danny and the ghost behind him with undisguised contempt.

The ectoplasmic glass shatters easily and then Damian is out of the cage and in front of him, just an arms length away.

They stand there for a long minute, watching, neither of them able to make the first move. Danny should probably start explaining some things, right? Ancients, there’s so much, but…

It’s been six years.

Six years without his brother.

Six years of only allowing himself to remember on one day, because otherwise he’d break down, otherwise he’d go back and…

Six years.

“Hey, Dami.” He tries to smile, tries to step forward, tries to do something other than stand there stupidly, but he just can’t.

“Are you… Danyal? Is it really you?”

“I feel like I should be asking you that,” he laughs, but it comes out weak and watery.

He’s definitely in the crying stage of tired now.

“Are you—” his eyes flicker over to the ghost again and Danny knows what he’s going to say with just as much certainty as he knows he’s not going to like hearing it. “Are you alive? Truly?”

He shrugs, puffs out some air in a sardonic grin, and spreads his arms wide. “Depends on how you define it, I guess. It’s… kind of a long story.”

It’s not comforting, from the look on Damian’s face, but then he hadn’t really expected it to be. He couldn’t lie to him, there was never any lying to Damian. Even when they were children together, he always saw through him.

Damian brings his arm up, towards him, but falters before they actually touch. Danny can feel his core twist and he so desperately wants to reach out and bridge the gap, but…

“Can I? Danyal, can—”

Ah, screw this, Danny hugs him.

He hugs him and the solid warmth of his presence, the familiar scent, the feeling of weight, of rightness, of home makes everything truly click for him.

It’s real.

It’s Damian.

Danny clings on tighter and a second later, he feels Damian’s arms circle around him, grabbing fistfuls of his hoodie and pulling it taut in his effort to hold on. Damian’s shoulders start to shake and he can’t help but laugh softly, his heart fluttering in his chest. At least he’s not the only one crying.

“Akhi, it’s really you, it’s really…”

“I’m here, Dami, I’m sorry, I won’t leave again.” He pushes his face into Damian’s shoulder, sniffing against the fabric. Yikes, he hopes Damian won’t be mad at the pretty obvious wet patch. “I promise.”

They stay there for a few minutes longer, clinging to each other, trying to breathe through it, when Danny feels a shifting in the ectoplasm around them. He groans, he just cannot catch a break!

This guy really does not know when to stop, does he? It’s always the weaker ones, too, the ones that have absolutely no hope in defeating him that never know when to bow out gracefully. It’s annoying. If this ghost isn’t careful, Danny will have to update his annoying list and finally move Boxy out of first place. At least he knows when to make himself scarce.

With a sigh, he conjures up a shield just as the ghost lets the blast loose. If he was alone—he’s so glad he’s not alone—he wouldn’t have bothered with the shield at all, but it’s not like he’s going to let Dami get hit.

“You’re really starting to piss me off, you know that, right?”

“You ruined my game! I don’t care who you are, no one leaves until my game is finished!” The ghost—Danny doesn’t even feel bad about not knowing his name any more, this guy sucks—snarls and throws another ectoblast which Danny knocks away with one of his own.

With one last squeeze, he lets Damian go, already feeling the loss of it. Fuck this guy.

“Last chance, let everyone go and I’ll let you go. Call it a thank you for reuniting us.”

“I already told you,” he spits, both his hands glowing with ectoplasmic fire, “no one leaves until the game is finished!”

Danny pushes Damian behind him and pulls a thermos out of thin air, still not bothering to transform. He knocks the ghost back with a strong blast of ectoplasm and soups him before he can do anything but groan.

At least it was over quickly.

"I win."

He throws a smile over his shoulder at Damian and pops the thermos back in the pocket dimension it came from. The ghost can stew in there for a couple days, really think about what he did. It’s just rude.

Then he lifts both his arms up and shoots five ectoblasts in quick succession at each of the remaining cages, finally freeing the rest of the ghost’s hostages. Let them get themselves together while Danny can go back to giving Damian a hug.

It’s been so long.

He goes to grab Damian again, but stops when Damian hisses sharply and pulls his hand back.

“You’re hurt?”

Oh, Ancients, he’s hurt! Did Danny do that? Is it bad, was it an ectoblast? What happened?

Before he can spiral too far, Damian lifts up his wrist to reveal a splint already protecting his injury.

“I sprained it a few days ago, it’s nothing terrible. That’s why I’m me and not, you know.” Damian shrugs and gestures, presumably, to the guy on the podium. Danny has no idea what that’s meant to mean.

“Not what?”

“Not patrolling as Robin. I have been benched until I’m sufficiently healed.”

“Yeah, sure, that makes sense—I’m sorry, wait, what—you’re Robin?” He follows Damian’s outstretched arm towards the guy on the podium and… “Holy shit, is that Batman?”

“Mother never told you?”

“Told me what?”

“He’s our father, Danyal.”

“That’s our… That’s our Batdad? Fatherman? Dadbat? Dad-Dad Bat… man? What?” He shakes his head a little, trying to make some of his thoughts actually connect because nothing is actually making any sense right now. “What the fuck?”

His face burns as he hears the barely stifled laughter coming from pretty much every broken cage. He swivels his head around, eyes wide like an owl, and tries to place the names of the audience he’d forgotten about.

Nightwing—that’s the Nightwing—waves with a cheery grin as he makes his way over to them, and there’s Red Robin with his hand clamped over his mouth, nowhere near successful in silencing his laughter. Black Bat, Signal, Red—is that Red Hood, the crime boss, over there? Holy shit!—all wave at him, too, but mercifully they stay where they are.

Batman steps down from the podium.

“Sorry, I think I missed just about everything earlier. What the hell is going on here? What kind of game was this? ‘How Embarrassed Can We Make Danny?’ Because that’s what it feels like.”

“Nah, but if it's any consolation, you’d certainly be winning that game!” Nightwing laughs as he stops a few feet away from them.

“It was my fault,” Batman says, his voice low and gravelly. He gestures towards the thermos. “He wanted to test my ability as a father. My knowledge of my children.”

“Oh… How did you do?”

“I mean, not great,” Red Hood laughs from behind him. “He didn’t even know who you were.”

“Well, that’s fair, can’t really blame him for that. I’m meant to be dead.” Danny says cheerfully, nodding with a smile that he hopes is reassuring. “I mean, I am dead, but that’s unrelated. Don’t worry about it.”

“I’m sorry, what?” Red Robin asks.

“Don’t worry about it!” Danny waves him away and slings an arm around Damian, just like he used to do when they were young. He feels like he’s buzzing, his core vibrating happily out of his skin, and he’s pretty sure he’s got the goofiest grin on his face. “It’s all good!”

“Yeah, don’t worry about it,” Red Hood says as he picks his way towards them, cutting off whatever Batman was going to say, thank goodness. There’s no way he’s awake enough for a proper, actual conversation about his death(s) and everything that came after them, not at all. “We have bigger things to worry about, after all.”

All of them groan. Guess he’s not the only tired person here.

“What’s wrong now?” Red Robin asks, already pulling up a dope wrist computer that looks slick as hell but obviously isn’t going to work in the Ghost Zone.

Red Hood brandishes a load of papers and turns his head towards Danny. “Danyal here thinks adding 4 and 7 makes 10, which isn’t a great start, but you should actually be multiplying them there, and then multiplying all that by 2, not just… leaving the 2 out? I don’t know what you’ve done with half of this, but it definitely doesn’t make 10 though. I can also tell you that 25 squared is not whatever this squiggle is meant to be. Pretty cool picture of a horse, though, great job on that!”

Danny slumps and hides his face in his hands with a half-hearted sob. He’s so screwed. “It’s meant to be a cat.”

“Oh.” Red Hood turns the paper on its side, tilts his head, then turns the paper upside. “That’s a really crappy cat. Sorry.”

“Do you know how to get us out of here?” Batman asks gently, drawing Danny out of his shame spiral.

“Yeah, that’s not a problem, I can portal us out. At least I’ve got that down.” He rolls his eyes and rubs at the back of his neck with weak laughter. He’s really not making a good impression right now, is he?

“Let’s go, then. If you’d like, I can help you with your homework when we get back somewhere safe.” It’s so weird, Batman sounds so uncertain, not at all like the fearsome crusader he’s seen on the news. And then he smiles, soft and warm, and Danny can’t help but return it. “Damian can help you with the drawing.”

“Yeah… I think I’d like that. Thanks.”

"Let's play a game of 'How well do you know your kids?'" The being shouted, eyebrow still twitching from Robins latest remark.

"I know all my children perfectly." Batman growled at the entity. He held his ground as the spirits (demons?) smile sharpened, "Than you won't mind!"

A puff of purple glowy smoke engulfs then entire area and the next thing anyone knows is that all of Bruces children, even the ones who weren't with them previously, are locked inside magical cages while Batman is trapped in a invisible mime box with a podium and a microphone in what is quite possibly the most garish game show set up ever.

Why was everything neon green and purple? Why was the guy neon green and purple? Who were these other kids-gdi Bruce! You have more kids?

Danny could just transform and beat up the ghost. Its a pretty weak one after all. But this one doesn't seem to recognize him as a halfa and this seemed like the perfect opportunity to do his homework without being attacked.

Jason stared at the kid next to him. What kinda life did this kid have to calmly get out his math homework and start solving problems while being held hostage by an unknown entity?! And with the bats no less?!

All the while Batman is getting peppered with questions about his kids and is realizing he doesn't recognize a few of the names.

#dpxdc #prompt fill #my writing #hello hello hello back again two days later with the exact same prompt and another 4500 words!#this brain rot is still consuming me i will never be free of it #but that's okay because i'm making things and it's fun!!!#i'm currently much like danny and very very sleep-deprived - i am making myself laugh so much with danny's poorly drawn cat #i'm sorry danny but cats do not have necks like that you poor poor boy #also i had to learn the quadratic equation for this again - who said you wouldn't use this stuff after school?? me i did it fucking sucks #once again i am a FAKE FAN because i have ZERO IDEA on characters in the dc universe LET ALONE who counts as bruce's children #so you've got this deal with it #again i did not give this poor ghost a name nor a description lmao sorry family therapist ghost #also please imagine: all of the batfam that are actually engaged in the game seeing damian's reaction as soon as danny's introduced #there's a minute where damian is just frozen - trying to comprehend what he's seeing because his brother is meant to be dead #because i love the idea of little baby damian being so clingy just absolutely doting on his older brother #that losing him - that danyal's supposed death - just absolutely breaks him and he can't let himself be close to anyone else especially his #new 'brothers' - they're never going to replace danyal no one can replace danyal! that's what he tells himself while thinking deep down #he can't take another loss like that. getting close to another brother means the possibility of losing another brother #and he can't go through that again #anyway he's fucking losing it in his cage and everyone else is watching damian show way more emotion than he's ever shown before #and they're all so scared and so worried for damian and hearing him shout and plead for danyal when it comes to his turn just breaks their #hearts poor poor little bby bat TT^TT #anyway i hope you all enjoy i'm sorry for going ham on this prompt but then again no i'm not this was fun!!!!#cab writes

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the-cat-chat · 7 months ago

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May 25, 2024

Extraction (2020)

A black-market mercenary who has nothing to lose is hired to rescue the kidnapped son of an imprisoned international crime lord.

Warning: Review may contain spoilers. Read at your own risk.

JayBell: It's Memorial Day weekend, and how better to celebrate than a movie about an Australian mercenary. Patriotic? Maybe not. But close enough.

If someone told me this movie took place in the John Wick universe I would believe them. Chris Hemsworth's character has the same health stamina as Keanu Reeves, and the same ability to survive the impossible while also dealing with extreme loss. Don't get me wrong, I love this type of action movie that walks the line between superhuman and regular badass human. And I think this is a pretty great showing of the genre.

It's got great fight choreography, some emotional moments, betrayal, exciting car chases, and of course a wild David Harbour appears. I appreciate the relationship they built between Chris Hemsworth's character and the teenager he was guarding. Although the teenager was maybe a bit too emotionally mature at times. I know they did it so that the viewer could learn more about Chris Hemsworth's character's sad past, but the level of the teenager's awareness is a little crazy.

Basically, this is a great action movie. So if that's what you're looking for, then no complaints. Well my only complaint is the almost silly way for them to contrive a "cliffhanger" type ending. I really don't think it's necessary, and that's probably the only thing I'd change about the movie.

Rating: 6.5/10 cats 🐈‍

Anzie: I had no expectations for this movie bc I only knew it had Chris Hemsworth and it was a Netflix action movie. And bc of that the plot was whiplash inducing. First- watching it is exhausting, I legit joked the whole two hours was going to be the same fight scene from the start of the movie but just continued and I kinda wasn’t wrong. And can I just say I really didn’t appreciate the bone crushing of the one guy fixing his busted up nose or the way Chris Hemsworth killed some guy with that rake. Why was a rake even inside??? Just to harm my psyche??? I CLOSED MY EYEeeesss!

Anyway it is very nerve racking and gets you invested in what’s going to happen next and obvi we know this tough guys gonna go soft and wanna keep the kid safe- not just bc he’s a job but cuz he likes him. And speaking of Ovi. Where’s his degree is psychiatry?? He’s good. Anyway—- I totally knew David Harbor would be evil. Netflix just wants to keep crushing my soul? Right?

And can I say even that- I was “ok” - but the end. I’m mad. And I know it’s drama- it’s how it goes- blah blah blah. I love that he’s indestructible until the very end when the helicopter is THERE and ONE BULLET takes him down and OF cOuRsE he’s next to ThE BrrIDdge!! And of course it’s a callback to him jumping off the cliff in the first scene. And of course Ovi has to jump off the high dive into the pool to blurry looking Chris Hemsworth standing off to the side- so we know he’s actually still alive. Ugggh. I hate it. I can’t waiiiit for the sequel just to get more of Ovi’s words of wisdom.

Rating: 5.5/10 Cats 🐈‍⬛

#movie review #movie #chris hemsworth

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tea-and-finalfantasy · 1 year ago

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ALMOST DONE W CURRENT ART STUFF

obv i have plans for immediately after it BUT it's been nice to work on smtn? and it's been both in depth and not? it's like:

i ordered "prints" by pasting 4 images into one poster sized piece (+ had a coupon for it + had two accts so i used the code twice--4 images in one poster and 2 in another)

got them p much for myself as 4/5 are fandom characters, even if not particularly obvious in most of the images anyways

and i knew the quality might turn out to be iffy bc while the stickers i've ordered from there have generally turned out okay (some better than others--i feel like they turn out a bit dark/the paper i use + the pictures i take of the images are fine but show up darker when printed through this service it seems), the shirts aren't always great

but with coupons and ordering them for myself, it didn't matter too much anyways

like i wouldn't use this service anyways bc the company is dogshit/funds stuff i don't agree with SO i only buy from them if i know they'll lose money on it (like the stickers i ordered were all 60% off) so i don't really care that they didn't look hot bc they're for me and i wouldn't order these items seriously from them in the future anyways

but with the images blurry, the colors off, etc. i've literally been drawing over the paper

which is really cool in that i've been creating almost entirely new pieces--some with mostly similar colors but done over with colored pencil to fix the coloration, some added to so much that they're mostly new

and yeah bc i wanted them for myself, i did kinda want the pics i ordered LOL but it's been fun to do this whole process even if i keep making my back sore from sitting in the dining room for like 5 hrs a day + my hand hurts rn lol

hopefully will be done w the last one tomorrow and then i can take pics--again hopefully tomorrow as well but it's also likely i'll run out of daylight and have to take pics friday

and then it's on to ??? i have a whole list of misc things but i wanna draw a fat OC i have AND i really want wooden pins of my hockey OCs all w various injuries--although i don't anticipate they'd sell bc they're OCs so i'll design em and then ??? i dunno, that's it lol

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xinnamcn · 4 years ago

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📸 kian & ethan !

caption : he didn’t want food but as soon as i ordered some, he had to have some of mine 🙄

#template linked in the source #svnnysidevp #࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ ( kian & ethan ; ♡ )#it's kinda blurry but i don't wanna fix it

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itsonlymyecho · 1 year ago

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There are some really wild takes going around. To see this about Luke is maddening and upsetting but I suppose it's not surprising as canon has been pushing him aside (which is insane to me but-).

OP is right and this might turn into a rant but to add on to these points:

Luke is the original Skywalker and I'd argue he is everything Anakin could have been if he didn't fall and figured out how to heal and find peace in himself. That's the good side of Anakin's legacy - because I think there's two sides of it for Luke and Leia. Luke represents the good side of what could have been. Leia represents what actually happened but she's fixing as much of the damage he caused as she can by working with the New Republic. (Though canon is determined to drag the New Rupublic through the dirt for the sequels.) Now Ahsoka can be part of Anakin's legacy too as she was his Padawan but it's something she's struggling with as she hasn't figured it out and honestly it's not obvious to us as the audience either. So far she seems to have rejected the Jedi and be wracked with self doubt that she needs to heal from otherwise her bleeding won't stop. She needs to take charge of her legacy instead of it being blamed on Anakin or the Jedi. She's not a child anymore, she shouldn't need to be told what to do and she's had 20+ years to reconcile these feelings and figure things out for herself and yet-

Luke is the blueprint for the Jedi. Isn't Luke being a good Jedi literally the entire point of the original trilogy?? After that trilogy, canon did kinda toss him aside to prop up other characters but that's a writing fault not a Luke fault. It's no secret that Mark Hamill protested Luke's storyline in the sequels but they didn't listen to him.

This is a silly argument, really. R2 can be where he wants to be and Luke is Anakin's son. I'm sure Ahsoka had every chance while working with the Rebellion before Luke came along to take R2 but he's still not with her. I mean, if we wanna play the who should have what droid game then Huyang should be with Luke and not Ahsoka because he'd respect him properly and he'd want to hear what he has to say, especially about the Jedi. Luke could learn so much from Huyang that would help him build a new Jedi Order.

As OP said, Luke has not had the most screen time - I believe that's Anakin. Luke's had a lot (though it honestly doesn't feel like it to me), but not the most. And, quite frankly, it seems odd to me to be upset that one of the main protagonists has a lot of screen time and argue he should be cast aside. Like it or not, he's one of the biggest faces of the franchise, it's odd that he's not in it more.

Exactly. I strongly agree with OP's last point. I'm not saying people can't dislike Luke, you do what you want. But don't confuse personal feelings with Star Wars fact, though the lines for this are increasingly blurry as canon becomes more muddled and contradictory. That's the trouble with big franchises that pass through the hands of so many writers. In any case, though, you can't deny Luke Skywalker's importance within the Star Wars universe.

I've to get out some annoyances. So caution.

After the new Ahsoka episode I saw some pretty wild takes on Luke. Why does the fandom love to minimize his place in the story so much? I don't see this with other characters.

The four worst takes in the last 12 hours:

Ahsoka is more a Skywalker than him because she's Anakin's true legacy. Someone really said that. So you say the first and original Skywalker doesn't deserve his last name anymore? Apparently bringing Anakin back to the light side is also the only thing he was good for in canon for quite some people and otherwise their relationship doesn't have a big relevance.

Luke never was a good jedi. Ok, so the character who's journey shaped what a jedi basically is sucks at being one?! Makes totally sense.

R2 should go with Ahsoka because he knew her first. Wasn't R2 only 3 years with Anakin while at this point around 6 years with Luke (at the end he even stays over 30 years, but people still see him more as Anakin's droid than as his, something I'll never get)? So you mean she has a demand on him or that he likes her more?!

Out of all characters Luke had the most screetime and shouldn't be in anything anymore. But please give us a live action Clone Wars show? Or a Vader series? Obi-Wan season 2? And a series on Ahsoka building a “good jedi order”? Not like those characters had triple times as much screen time as him so far.

I seriously don't get this subconscious dislike some people in fandom have for him. Isn't it already enough how canon takes all his original storylines/quotes/realtionships and devides them up between their favorites because they can't think of anything new?

#justice for luke skywalker #star wars #luke skywalker #ahsoka critical #tagging that just to be safe #i do love ahsoka tano but i am critical of the ahsoka series #sequel trilogy critical

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thelittlewriter · 3 years ago

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Confusions

Pairing : Suna x Reader

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Masterlist

- Why would you do that ? Nozomi screamed through the phone.

Why exactly ? What gave you the need to run to your door to see him ? Was it the cake ? Was it what you felt when you saw it ? Were you just grateful ? Was it more ?

- I don't know.... I just wanted to see him. I needed to see him.

Nozomi stayed silent. You already knew what she was thinking.

- Not like this. I just like being with him. It's awkward but it feels nice.

- Nice, she repeated. Is that so ?

- Yeah. I think we both are a little confused right now.

- Confused about your feelings toward each other ?

- No... more about who we are. We used to be friends and we're friends now but we both are different too. We are trying to get back to what we used to be while knowing it can be like it used to.

You groaned in frustration.

- I don't even know if it makes sense.

- It kinda does but... you need to sort it out quickly. He's in a relationship and if his girlfriend keeps thinking there's something between the two of you...

You hummed. You knew that. It wasn't that the line between friendship and romance was blurry to you, or that you wanted something else. You just didn't know how to fix this. You even wondered if you were supposed to be the one fixing this. Hiromi wasn't your girlfriend and you did nothing wrong.

Did you think Suna did ?

- Y/N !

You got out of your thoughts.

- Don't mind too much. Only try to change what you can. You shouldn't feel responsible for his whole life.

You hummed again. You went to bed shortly after this conversation, but you couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong in this situation.

Suna was tired when he went back to his apartment. The apartment was weirdly silent.

- Hiromi ? he called

Did she leave ? He went into his bedroom and saw his girlfriend, sitting on the bed.

- What was that ? she asked coldly.

He froze. Was something wrong ? He tried to replay the evening. When he went back home, Hiromi and you looked like you had talked, and you seemed to get along well. What had changed ?

- That ?

- Tonight was awful.

He looked at his girlfriend. Her eyes were glossy, but she kept her voice calm. It was a sign that this conversation needed to happen. He walked toward her and gently sat next to her.

- You know... Y/N told me to watch and see. And what I saw...

She sobbed and Suna stopped himself from taking her in his arms. She needed to talk about something and he knew doing this would keep her from being direct. But there was nothing he wanted more than to hold her. No matter what was wrong, he was ready to fix it.

- You barely looked at me. What I saw was love, and it wasn't toward me. Do you love Y/N ?

- No, he said and he couldn't keep himself from grabbing her hand. I don't. I...

I love you. Words threatened to spill but he couldn't. Not that soon.

- It was all about Y/N tonight. You cooked ! And it wasn't for me !

He frowned his eyebrows.

- I cook for you too...

She nodded.

- Looks like we're equal there. But I am your partner. Y/N isn't. We can't be equal.

He needed to kiss her. He needed to show her how much he cared about her. It almost physically hurt him not to do so.

- Would you date Y/N ?

- No, he quickly answered.

Almost too quickly.

- If we weren't together, she insisted.

- No, he repeated. I wanna be with you.

- It sure didn't feel like it tonight.

- How did you feel ?

She took a deep breath.

- I felt as if you didn't want me there. That's why I'm asking you how you feel.

He knew what she was asking.

- I just want my friend back. But it... didn't exactly felt like I expected.

- How did you feel ? his girlfriend asked with a shaking voice.

She was probably making a thousand scenarios in her head, with every single one of them ending with him leaving her.

- It's like Y/N is a stranger but a friend at the same time. I just don't know how to act. But it's all there is. There's no romantic feelings.

- Then why did you keep rejecting me ? she whined.

She was hurt. He seemed to move mountains for his friend but was totally uninterested with his girlfriend.

- I didn't...

- First, it was lunch... and then your game... you keep telling me no.

He sighed.

- When we started this relationship, you made it very clear that you put your job before everything, right ?

She nodded and she looked at the floor in embarrassment. She knew he was right. She knew he wasn't being mean on purpose, that he wasn't ignoring her just because you were there. All he did was respect her wishes.

- You almost never come to my games, he added, and we never grab lunch together. You're working.

She looked at him, horrified.

- It's not a bad thing ! I love that you have goals for yourself !

He froze. He said that word again. "Love". But she didn't seem to notice, she was still looking at him with wide eyes. She was shaking her head.

- I'm sorry ! I'm so sorry !

He never heard her so panicked. She stepped away from him and when he tried to reach for her, she ran into the bathroom and locked the door, apologizing once again.

He followed her silently and sat next to the door. He waited. He heard her cry over and over, until the door opened. When she got out, she had a sad smile, but she pretended everything was fine. She told him that she would tell him when the time would come so he didn't insist.

Yet, he couldn't stop thinking something was wrong, he couldn't ignore this uneasiness. Something wasn't right.

Just when he thought that, his girlfriend phone vibrated. It was like the universe was giving him a clue to this mystery. He took it to give it to her when he saw. It was not like he had meant to read the text. But now, it just wouldn't erase itself from his memory. The text.

"Don't call what happened a mistake"

It was like his mind couldn't stop thinking about every scenarios to this text. But all of them were silenced by one.

His girlfriend was cheating on him.

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moonlitmeeks · 3 years ago

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༄ how's that broken heart for you?

pairing; richard cameron x gn!reader

summary; sometimes things don't work out the way you intend them to, and all you need is a shoulder to cry on

words; 986

warnings; breakups, swearing, i swear this is actually a lot more fluffy than it sounds

request; no

a/n; look. someone had to provide the cameron content here and i've taken it upon myself to be that someone. i hope you enjoy <33

having a broken heart was never easy. trying to piece back together the two halves so rudely ripped from one another, desperate to be reunited with their other half, was no easy task; but it was harder still when it was shattered into dozens of jagged pieces that slipped between your fingers like sand every time you tried to gather them.

you felt foolish, scrubbing at the tears that rushed down your cheeks in the hopes that your pure spite would will the onslaught to stop. but they kept flowing, sure and fast as a stream and you knew you wouldn’t be free from their attack any time soon.

another side of you was desperate to cry, to scream and kick and hit and unleash all your anger onto the world that was so unfair and cruel to those smaller than it. balled into fists, your hands housed your head as you attempted to find a place of stability.

your partner of seven months had just broken up with you.

when you’d asked why, for an explanation of what you’d done wrong, they simply shrugged, unable to conjure up any form of excuse to satiate your curiosity. they couldn’t even give you a fucking reason. simply a half-assed apology and a pitiful smile as they patted your shoulder patronisingly.

no matter how determined you were to curl up into a ball until the world had forgotten about you, a small voice at the back of your mind promised you that wasn’t healthy, or that it would make you feel even remotely better. you cursed that hint of rational thinking and picked up your phone, dialling a number you could probably recite off by heart now.

“hello?”

“cam? it’s me.” you sniffled, chuckling bitterly at how pathetic you sounded. “i uh- can i come over? sorry if you’re busy, but i could kinda use some company right now.”

shuffling came from the other end of the line, soft thuds and clatters echoing as you waited for an answer.

“i’m not busy at all. of course you can.”

your knuckles rapped tentatively twice against the door. through the glass, you saw his blurry figure approaching, and then the door swung open to reveal a concerned looking cameron. his eyebrows were knitted tightly together, but relaxed when he saw you as he opened his arms slightly.

“c’mere.” he muttered, pulling you into his chest, your face buried in the wool of his white knit sweater as you began to sob once more. “shh, y/n. it’s alright, you’re okay.”

there was a slight fumble as he pushed the door shut with his foot, coaxing you backwards and slowly moving both of your bodies towards the sofa only a few feet away. it was only when you sat down, sinking slightly into the plush seats, that you released him from your embrace.

you wiped again at your face, the motion like clockwork with how often you’d performed it in the past five hours, cheeks prickling with embarrassment. cameron seemed unphased, folding a leg beneath him before he began to speak.

“do you wanna tell me what happened?”

“i’m single now.” what was supposed to sound lighthearted came out choked, voice breaking slightly as the final word left your lips.

he gave you an undistinguishable look, a soothing cocktail of pity and understanding, yet some bitter undertones ran throughout that caught in your throat.

“god. i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to-“

“it’s fine.” you assured, running a hand down your face as you sighed. “it was bound to happen sooner or later.”

“don’t say that.”

“why not? it’s true.” rage began to bubble up once again, a red mist slowly taking over your vision. “i mean, they couldn’t even give me a reason as to why our relationship was impossible to fix, so i guess i’m just the fucked up one here.”

“hey.” cameron’s hand landed on your clasped ones, forcing you to look at him. “i said don’t say that. that’s not true, and we both know it.”

“look, cameron, i get you’re my friend and it’s your job to make me feel better or whatever, but it’s fine. i’ll just mope around for a few weeks and i’m sure i’ll be back to normal soon.”

cameron looked almost insulted, scoffing and shaking his head.

“y/n, i’m not just saying this because i think i have to. i’m saying it because i genuinely think that your ex is a huge asshole who has no idea what they’ve just given up on. i’m saying it because you deserve better than that. you deserve someone who’ll treat you right, not like shit. i-” he stopped abruptly. it seemed he hadn’t meant to go on such a rant, and finally managed to catch himself.

what he’d wanted to say was that he would never treat you like that. like you were just disposable. he could never pretend to ignore the light you gave off when you entered a room, or how the slightest touch from you sent sparks straight to his heart. he wanted to say that he actually had been busy, studying for a big test he had coming up in the next few weeks, but had gladly thrown all of his work aside for you.

but he couldn’t tell you that. not yet, at least. you needed time to heal, to find yourself again before diving back into another relationship. and he was more than happy to support you through it, even if you found someone else along the way.

he would always be there for you, waiting until the perfect moment. waiting for you.

and when you smiled at him, leaning to rest your head on his shoulder as your eyes slowly fluttered closed, exhausted from the tears, he had to bite his tongue to prevent the words from spilling out.

one day, he promised himself. but not today.

not sure how i feel about the ending to this one, but i quite liked everything else. comments/feedback are much appreciated <3

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