#kid!zzy

[incorrect-st4r-ocs]

Gamora: Did you called Kraglin dumb?

Kid!Izzy: No. I said "are you dumb?"

Kid!Izzy: I was asking him.

Gamora: Did you think that was appropriate?

Kid!Izzy: Very much so.

[j2zara]

J4: I would. Never bring my child into the spotlight until they can have a grasp on the consequences of being a public figure. That’s like. A person

J3: I would give birth on camera for the bit

[nitpickrider]

Gotta say, kid. Always been a fan of your threads but that new costume is sna-zzy. Look at that logo! Action Comics 511

[patibato]

[Bitter Sweet Sixteen] 002-B03 - He Follows

Momiji: Um, okay then! Let's start our "concept improvement" meeting!

Akuta: On it!

Momiji: The point is to differentiate ourselves from our competitors while grasping the needs of our target audience—

Taking note of what we ourselves find affinity with will be essential to that.

Akuta: Com-pe-ti-tors… di-ffer-en-ti-ate… a-ffi-ni-ty… hmmm… nnnnngh…

Momiji: (Akuta-kun gets nosebleeds when he thinks too much, doesn't he. I'll have to keep an eye on that as we continue.)

Akuta: Needs… …

Momiji: Right away, huh. Let me wipe that.

Akuta: Mghgh…

Momiji: Let's see… how about we start by thinking about ourselves, and hold back on the business talk?

Just as an example, do you ever find yourself wishing things were more a certain way?

Akuta: Wishing?

Momiji: Yeah. Those would be your "needs". I think it'd be a good idea to draw out the plan from there.

Akuta: My needs…

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Nanaki: I know. But—haven't you ever had something you can't help but think about, asleep or awake?

That's how I'm feeling right now. But I could say the same about you…

That concept you showed us earlier was completely cluttered with stuff you wanted to do.

Maybe it'd be a good idea to focus on one thing you think about often to use as a base.

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Akuta: Yeah… I get it… yeah…

*nosebleed*

Momiji: (I'll have to wipe that soon… but first—)

It's the same when it comes to movies.

If you watch all of a certain director's movies, you can see common themes between them, can't you?

Those are the "needs" the director wants to satisfy.

I believe that's where unique concepts are born from.

"It didn't exist, so I made it myself" is something that's often said about not just movies, but books and comics and all sorts of works as well.

Since what they want to do is a matter they think about on a daily basis, they'll naturally develop a deeper understanding of it.

Using that as the basis, you can create art. You can create decisively—

Akuta: Nnnngh… hm!? I think I get what you mean!

It's like Steve Spielhamburg's movies, right!? Those have common themes, right!?

That guy probably wanted to give kids dreams! Seems like he wasn't blessed when he was little!

So the thing he wanted was to go on more adventures as a kid! And see dinosaurs and stuff!

That's why his movies were overflowing with risk and thrill! He wanted to fly through the sky with aliens!

Momiji: That's probably true. …So, thinking about yourself now, what themes and needs do you want to satisfy—

What can be made from them that's unique to the team? Think about that—

Akuta: Haa haa, haa haa haa haa…!

Momiji: A-Akuta-kun, you're bleeding too much…!

Akuta: Haa haa haa haa…! Sensei… 'm feelin' kinda di… zzy.

*thump*

Momiji: Aaaaaakuta-kun!? Is it anaemia… Akuta-kun! AKUTA-KUUUN!

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Nanaki: Haven't you ever had something you can't help but think about, asleep or awake?

Akuta: Asleep.

Akuta: Awake.

Akuta: Something I can't help but think about.

Momiji: Wait, nothing?

Akuta: Nothing!

Momiji: Even something you worry about would do.

Akuta: My only worry is that I DON'T have anything I always worry about or want to do!

Momiji: (He's so optimistic and unconcerned… That's one of his good points, though.)

More importantly, is your anaemia better now?

Akuta: It got better after eating a ton of Ushio's chocolate~

Momiji: (Anyway, what should our next move be? It felt like we were on the right track.)

Akuta: Don't worry so much, Sensei. I've got my own idea.

Momiji: Which is?

Akuta: Set out on a journey to find the source of our worries!

All of us were at the old school building that night, but our reasons are all different.

Momiji: Ah… that's true. But you don't know each other's circumstances in detail.

Akuta: Right! Seems like they've got reasons for things getting so complicated, yeah? I'll start by asking about that.

Momiji: (I already heard from Nanaki-kun back on Shodoshima, but… I'm curious about the others as well.)

I want to know too. …That includes you, Akuta-kun.

Akuta: Eeh, I can't tell you that. There's still a biiit of time until then, yeah? For the movie's plot progression!

That said, see ya!

*door closes*

Momiji: Hey, hold on, this isn't a movie—

*doorbell*

Momiji: (A-a visitor…! This is the worst time for that!)

No choice…! Akuta-kun! Don't forget to record your weekly report!

Akuta: Sure!

Momiji: (The reason Akuta-kun was at the building… I figured he just went to shoot a movie.)

(But if he won't tell me, maybe there's something deeper to it.)

Momiji: (Like, if it's to do with that missing student, Ohno-kun I think it was? Maybe he was trying to get that incident on camera or something.)

I'm really curious…

(What would motivate him to sneak in there alone in the dead of night?)

(He's typically the kind of kid who doesn't feel any negative emotions at all…)

*doorbell*

Momiji: Yes! I'm coming!

Shumai: Bark bark bark bark! Grr grr grr grr! Grr grr grr grr! Woof woof woof woof!

Momiji: Down, Shumai! No barking! You'll scare the customer!

Apologies for the wait, who is—

*door opens*

Momiji: Huh, nobody's here? That's odd…

Shumai: Grrrrrrrr… awoooooo…

Momiji: Come on, Shumai! Calm down—

…Huh?

??: …

Momiji: (Who's this? And how did he get in without me noticing?)

??: … …

Momiji: (Why's he sniffing the house…!?)

??: Huuum… the smell is here, and yet…

Momiji: …

??: Hey you, human over there.

I'm on the hunt for a lost article—are you familiar with it?

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[beefjerkyartist]

D1-ZZY is BACK and she is about to get IMPALED AND DIE

Just kidding!!! D1-ZZY is an android so B3-NK1's naginata wouldn't hurt her. Nor would it do... whatever the hell it did to Robonyan... probably feels weird and uncomfortable, though.

[jonathanssweatercollection]

what does jonathan say ab the party in the car scene w will in s2? i forgot & i’m interested :3

he calls them will’s “sp*zzy friends” which is THE most out of character (and unnecessarily ableist) thing he’s said alongside calling mrs driscoll nuts in s3. as if the boy who’s was raised in an abusive home leading to anxiety and post-traumatic stress in both himself as well as his mother and brother would talk like that; the same boy who gets called a psycho by bullies at school, the same boy who’s grown up his whole life in a town that has labelled his mother as a “crazy basket-case”, who may or may not have another neurodivergent or mentally ill relative (aunt darlene, who lonnie mentions to joyce Once and is never talked about again ig lol), and is Very Clearly some form of neurodivergent himself (you would have to be wilfully ignorant to think that he’s totally neurotypical like cmon lol just look at the darkroom scene with nancy in episode 4, if only for One instance) would ever fucking say that !!!

the shame of the matter is that the duffers have Always used ableist language in their writing since season one, but when it was kids like dustin and lucas calling el a psycho or mental in a derogatory manner you could reason that “oh theyre kids, they don’t get the weight of what theyre saying, they don’t understand” but you can’t apply that same logic to jonathan – if you have any understanding of what a wise, sensitive and empathetic character he is (which clearly the duffers tried to forget about in season 2 and onwards) also let’s not talk about pennhurst

[skayafair]

Episode 40

Live reaction below

Silas the whole episode:

If they get out of it alive in the end, he should think of a therapist career. He'd make a fortune out of it :D

This episode is the first one after season 3 that made me listen to it smiling again, like the previous 2.5 seasons used to, I think ^_^

THEY ARE DISCUSSING THINGS CALMLY FOR ONCE YAAAY where's my champagne

That talk between Lizzy and Cass last episode really helped huh. Plus I thought Lizzy just wanted to put the blame onto someone, get at least some load off her chest by taking it out on Silas in previous episodes but turned out that OF COURSE she had a perfectly sensible reason (well, I believe it's both in equal measure BUT anyway) and Silas arrived to the same conclusion. And "the martians", you're kidding me XD Gods I love it when they get along, they make a very good dynamic duo. So now everyone's on pretty good terms, such a balm to my soul.

...aaaand there we go again, jinxed it :')))

Yep, Cass really did it this time.

...Alyx? O____O ok I DIDN'T expect this at all

oooof course they charge *head in hands*

Ok I like happy endings for everyone so I'm lowkey rooting for a polycule of three... in a way... I don't really care romantic, platonic/friendship, qpr or whatever, these three just make sense to me all together - not the same relationship for everyone, but they just. Ugh. Make sense. As a unit. The words aren't wording tonight because I've been awake for 16 hours by now but you get the gist I hope. So I also hope it gets across if I say how much I enjoy hearing Silas just. Asking Elizabeth to go after Cass instead of him. Trusting her with it. Just. (✧ω✧) Buddies route go-go! ☆\(≧▽≦)/☆

Niko is the perfect depiction of a fangirl i swear

Poor Alyx Q_Q She's really spiraling. It's the worst thing to get a confirmation that you're as bad as you thought you were, even if it's subjective, too.

oh wow SIlas snapping- O_O that's something

Noooo not running awaayyy

Poor Si(((((((((

Aaaand poor Cass :<

Erm- Might be a controversial opinion but I guess I see who Cass took after with their charisma- yes I like Nicholas Thatcher by the way he sounds there I said it

Why am I not surprised he likes Lizzy. Yeah, no surprises here  👍

Cassius is at loss of insults? What? Wow, impressive. The fact that they are still talking is even more impressive.

"HUGS AND KISSES" HELP HE'S HILARIOUS the best addition so far 😂

Poor Cassius [2] Somehow I can see the picture so clearly xD

"Ouch" Lizzy XD

"Like always, I was right-" LIZZY XDDD

Oh a heart to heart <333 Love seeing them getting along <333

WE'RE FINALLY FINDING OUT WHAT WAS UP WITH VAUX WHAAA-

LI-I-I-ZZY-Y-Y-Y you tease! I'm starving for the revelations here no less than Cassius!

"I listen to the sad story - I get a little treat, them's the rules" Cass is as adorable as ever :D

They're getting along they're getting along- ╰(✧ω✧)╯

The queen keeps queening <333

oooh someone's spiralling real good and to the deep end

C'mon Cass, how can you resist that "pleeease" :3

they both are insufferable XDDD

SILAS FINALLY

OH smooth (￢‿￢ )

they both are insufferable [2] and Lizzy deserves to be paid extra for putting up with them!

OH AND THERE'S MY FAVOURITE SLOGAN <333

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I have to say seeing Cassius now (and Lizzy before) to royally fuck up like that feels... liberating. I really enjoy observing it.

Partly because it's a part of my "learning people aren't only good OR bad" curriculum (hello black and white thinking I've been unlearning, pretty sucessfully btw). Did they do something... REALLY bad? Oh yes. I mean - I understand attacking with words. Still bad but. Uh. More managable. Usually. But full on charging at a person, even if the reason is betrayal? The physical violence is a serious no-go in my book unless it's self-defence or... well, NOT on your friend anyway?! Not just by acting on emotions? So that made me pause.

I like complicated characters exactly because they make me rotate them in my mind and change opinion on them along with their developement, but... I thought I had a grip on Cass' personality more or less, and that attack of theirs was unexpected and honestly disappointing. I mean yes there was that one occasion with Vaux but that was different. Vaux was actually more of an enemy back then, she's been intentionally nagging Cassius for a long time, so it felt pretty natural that they'd blow up eventually. Charging on Alyx out of pure rage is not like that.

However - I think it's a lot like with John from Malevolent? He messes up regularly and just as royally but it's also very understandable, so I just can't judge him. Objectively, maybe, but not from the heart.

And probably what helped the most was the way Cass reacted to this recording. They didn't try to find excuses, didn't seem to be angry at Alyx anymore, they went straight up to "it was all my fault dammit!". They feel guilty and see their past reaction as a huge mistake, too. Looks like they cooled off soon enough even when the events were taking place.

I have a history of forgiving things that shouldn't have been forgiven to a person who wasn't very sorry about those things - or at least not because they actually saw those as bad. I feel disgusted with myself recalling that. So now I'm sort of sensitive to this whole thing and that's why making up my mind on how to feel about Cass' violence as clear as possible was important. Sure it's not real life, but close enough. A good exercise.

And I think their attitude to it was what made it clear. They see their anger burst as a huge mistake and regret it, but more than that - after listening to how they used to be they try to make up for it, like with Lizzy by telling her how they really appreciate her as a friend. This is important - not just to recognize "oh I fucked up again", but to genuinely do one's best to do better, to change. From the bettom of their heart.

So this is why, while it was a royal fuck up, it only added pieces to Cass' character, not shattered the picture. Hence why I enjoy following it. People are complicated, and that's a beautiful thing. And also upon some more thinking I can see how that outburst was building up for a long time. Once again this podcast brings perfectly grounded surprises <3

And another reason is that by observing others coping with their mistakes I learn to be easier on myself, too. Even if the others in question are fictional, they still reflect living people experiences one way or another.

I'm so glad Syntax is back <3

[zzywrld]

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[sayonaradumbass]

juxpoz​:

🦩 — “ ‘Councilwoman’! Shna-zzy! You’re like a jack of all sorts'a trades. ”

[ there’s an audible throat-clearing from White as he follows along. he enjoys the Pink Pilgrimage, sure, but Billy is more well-versed in the … conferencing. White’s the pretty one! but the Councilwoman is much prettier. ]

“ So, how’s you and the hubby settling in to New York..? ”

He's so-- you'd think he's never talked to a woman before, but thankfully for him, Sheila's rather patient. Or used to it. She settles herself into a comfy seat, crosses her legs.

"Well, he lived here for a time, when he was a kid. Or around here. So naturally he's not used to the subway."

Who is? Are New Yorkers okay? (no)

"How are you taking all this?"

[danafeelingsick]

sɪᴄᴋ sᴄᴇɴᴀʀɪᴏ #8

ғᴀɪɴᴛɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴀ's ᴋɪᴛᴄʜᴇɴ: sʜᴏʀᴛ sᴛᴏʀʏ

ᴀᴏ3 sʜᴏʀᴛ sᴛᴏʀɪᴇs ᴄᴏʟʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ

B woke up to their head pounding mercilessly.

At first, they were at a complete loss, the fleeting buzz of blood rushing to their ears leaving them in muffled silence. It took them a while to understand where they were.

They were laying on their back, the cold floor underneath them and the ceiling above them as they stared at it, trying to make out the blurry shapes.

“I think they're back”, B heard a familiar voice say, A's voice, piercing through the fogginess of their mind.

“A?”, they tried to call, but all that came out was a rasp.

“Are you alright?”, A asked, their voice gentle and soothing to their ears. “Can you hear us now?”

“Oh, thank goodness”, this time it was a different voice, C's, sounding more frantic. “B, are you okay?”

B groaned in response, it was all they could muster. Slowly, they were able to make out the shapes looming over their head, the concerned faces of A and C, now completely obscuring their vision of the ceiling. It felt like they were closing in on them, an awful strangling sensation settling in the base of their throat.

They had to look away, letting their head fall to the side in a motion that felt like their world had toppled over. The back of a hand came to rest on their neck, tracing the way to their cheek, then to their forehead.

“Are you feeling anything, B?”, they heard A ask.

It was an unusual question. Of course, they were feeling. They were feeling the hard floor shift beneath them like a water mattress, safe for their head laid on something warm and soft, a stark contrast. Their brain was swimming inside their skull as if it was filled with water, and that horrible swirling nausea was in the pit of their stomach.

It was unbearable, a mass was sitting heavily in their gut, refusing to digest, pushing against the walls of their abdomen. Their clothes felt far too tight, glued to their body by a layer of cold sweat. The whole combination made them think their innards had been scooped out and thrown inside a washing machine.

“Di... zzy...”, they whispered, the best word they could find to portray the feeling.

“Nothing hurt?”

“I– no...?”, they paid closer to any source of pain they didn't notice before, all they could pick up were numb fingertips, and a dull ache in their spine from laying in that position. “I'm okay...” they said finally.

“Should I still call the ambulance?”, C suggested, concern dripping out of their voice.

“N-No...”, B promptly said, waving a weak trembling hand over their face, grabbing nothing but air. ”Please... I'm all fine now.”

“You're not fine, B”, A intervened, catching the hand astray and leading it to rest over B's belly. “You passed out, out of nowhere.”

B stopped breathing and for a moment, audibly swallowed what felt like a dense wet lump in their throat. No, they didn't remember a thing. Now that A mentioned it, they could barely remember where they were.

“You-You're kidding right?”, B's eyes went wide as they searched through fuzzy memories. Their cold hands, the beads of sweat drizzling down their skin, the nauseating shivers making their muscles clench, it was familiar, but they dreaded to remember any other time where they felt it.

“You were helping us out with the dishes”, C told with a sigh. “Then you started complaining about feeling light-headed. Next thing you know, you blacked out. Good thing A was around, you would've hit your head for sure.”

“I–”, B shot a desperate look at A, who had a sympathetic frown on their face. They swallowed audibly, trying to clear what tasted like stale blood on their mouth. “I'm so sorry... Did I break anything?”

“Is that what you're worried about? C'mon”, C threw their hands up, sounding exasperated.

“You didn't, it was just some pots and pans, nothing breakable”, A said more calmly, gesturing towards the ground where clean dishes were scattered, at this point they had already dried off. “And even if you did, you should worry more about fainting out of nowhere. Does this happen often?”

B didn't know how to answer it, so they simply shook their head, trying to think back of all the times it had happened. They could count on their fingers, but that was due to their fuzzy memories, and their throbbing headache. B was feeling worse with each passing second.

”Are you allergic to anything? It could've been something in the food”, A suggested.

The mere mention of food brought a pang of revulsion swirling in their stomach, their mouth was watering at the memory of the elaborate meal they just had. Something to do with a cookout?

That was right, they had lunch at A's house, then they went to help clean the dishes, then–

“I mean, if it was the food we would know by now. You were gone for just a couple of minutes.”, C piped up, sounding much more dismissively than they intended.

“It seemed like much more than that...”, A muttered, resting their hand on B's cheek once more, almost to make sure they were still there. “B did you... cut yourself by any chance?”

“W...What?”, B whispered, slowly blinking out of confusion, A's voice sounding like it was becoming more distant.

“Did you end up cutting your hand while cleaning? You're not afraid of blood, are you?”

“No... I'm not... I– A, I don't remember...”, they mumbled, bringing a shaking hand to their mouth, they felt so close to crying, but what felt like sobs trapped in their chest were threatening to come up.

C was saying something, but it was difficult to tell what, B just couldn't focus on anything but growing nausea making their stomach churn restlessly. They tried to swallow but almost instantly their mouth was full of saliva again, awful bitter metallic tasting saliva. Maybe it had been the mention of it, or they had bitten their tongue at some point, but all they could think of was their mouth filling with blood.

B shook their head when they felt their stomach lunge against their abdomen, almost as if they could just refuse the sickness at this point, but it was useless. Bile bubbled in the back of their throat, coating their tongue with something unmistakably acidic, a faint taste of the meal they barely remembered eating. Meat, sauce, juice, everything mixed into one awful sour taste.

B pressed their lips tightly and tried to sit up, but there wasn't enough energy in them to even raise their torso. A kept a firm hand on their forehead, staring quizzically at them struggling. B had curled on themselves, crossing their legs and one hand clenching their middle.

They were going to throw up, there was no helping it. But they refused, simply refused to let it happen in front of them. While they would A a friend, and C at least an acquaintance, just the thought of it brought a cold fear gripping their lungs. They couldn't let it happen, but their will over matter did nothing to stop the bile rising to their airways, clogging their nose.

B opened their eyes wide, panic clear in them as they squeezed their mouth shut, they were begging, eyeing A, then C, then A again, silently screaming at them to understand. But it only seemed to come through when A saw B's chest heave, their body go so tense one would think they had been dead for hours.

“C, I need you to leave”, A said in no uncertain terms. “Can you go to the other room?”

“W-Why? What's wrong?”, C was already standing when they started questioning.

“B isn't feeling well. Can you, please?”, this time said between teeth. A never came off as an aggressive person, but B's panic must've worn off on them.

C didn't say another word as they left, probably confused at the complete turn of A's personality. They reverted as soon as they saw C turn a corner, turning their attention to B, who seemed to be fighting tooth and nail against their own body.

In a last-ditch effort, they tried in vain to swallow again, to take back the vomit already flooding their mouth, but their throat didn't seem to be working. The motion only served to make them choke even further, their stomach pushing more of its liquified contents up to their esophagus. It was far past what their cheeks could hold, puke sprayed through the cracks of their fingers.

A, in a fit of ingenuity, perhaps naivety, reached out for one of the clean dishes on the ground, retrieving a pan they had used to cook vegetables just a few hours ago.

“Here”, they said, propping the dish under B's mouth, ever so gently guiding their head to tilt to the side. “Use this.”

B shakingly opened and let their tongue roll out, letting the vomit they've been holding just dribble out as they lowered their dirty hand. It lazily dripped into the pan in chunks, half-digested food and stomach acid forming a lumpy mixture that coated the bottom. Its color was a pale brown laced with greens and oranges.

Each solid piece of meat, diced vegetables, and clumps of rice was easily identifiable to A, who had spent a whole morning cooking the feast. They had to look away for a second before they were able to see the situation as an emergency again.

B coughed as they felt their throat sting, breathing through their mouth was proving itself to be a challenge. The smell of vomit permeated the air, and each time they caught a whiff of it by accident they would gag. That pungent acidic stench smeared all over their face, right under their nose, made their stomach twist inside their abdomen.

“It's fine, you don't need to hold back”, A said as they noticed B's effort to keep themselves from gagging, drawing back their tongue, clenching their eyes, even wrinkling their nose, but unable to close their mouth.

Still, B tried to stop it, their throat convulsed in an attempt to swallow, but saliva was already dripping freely into the pan. They felt horrible for ruining A's perfectly good dish, one they had eaten from, but now it was too late. And they didn't even have the option to object to it.

They kept gagging for a solid moment, unable to stop the involuntary motions of their throat, its muscles clenching painfully in an attempt to bring up the contents of their upset stomach. They started heaving in no time, with dry struggling retches scrapping the bottom of their throat.

A nearly flinched every time they had to hear it, but still, solemnly lent the hand that wasn't holding the pot to touch their shoulder, tenderly rubbing it as B fought under their touch.

“Go ahead B”, A whispered, coaxing them into submitting. “It'll be worse if you keep holding back.”

That seemed to do the trick. Not a second later B lurched forward with a retch that turned hauntingly wet right as it left their mouth. They barely had the time to turn their head as a surge of lumpy vomit shot out of them, nearly missing the pan. It landed so violently it splattered back and started dripping on the ground, sounding like heavy rain falling on their roof all at once.

B coughed harshly, barely catching a moment to breathe before a second wave spewed out of their mouth, this one even denser than the first. Its consistency had turned from a lumpy undercooked soup to a more uniform porridge out of vegetables and meat, its color now an off-brown laced in murky greens.

It landed squarely on the pan this time, but there wasn't any room left, the mixture sloshed violently and spewed out the sides. Most of it ended on the ground as it overflowed, dripping with an almost soft sound. B was unable to stop themselves from covering even A's hand in their disgustingly warm sick.

A could only sigh as they had to witness the mess B was making. Yet, they didn't feel angry in the slightest, they were more worried than anything. At least they seemed to be calming down, only able to gag as their mouth held itself open, their tongue hanging out completely painted in puke and saliva.

The dish felt heavy on their hand, and they had to stop themselves from thinking of how it never weighed this much when they used it. How its contents looked too much like one botched attempt at a casserole, they knew exactly how it tasted. They swallowed thickly and wrinkles formed on their nose, slowly exhaling through their mouth.

It was useless now, small puddles of sick had already formed on their freshly mopped floor. The surface of the vomit-filled pan rippled along with A's breathing, they had to carefully set it aside to prevent a further mess. They decided it was useless to keep using up their dishes when the floor was already ruined.

With their only clean hand, they helped B into a sitting, or semi-sitting position. Their legs were still crossed, and they were pending to the side, yearning to lean on A for comfort, their hands now on the ground for balance.

They were crying. It took A a while to notice, they had been crying silently for however long it took for them to finally vomit.

Poor thing, A thought, but didn't say. B's chest kept jumping slightly with contained sobs or suppressed heaves.

“Don't hold back, okay?”, A repeated for the second time, feeling as if it was useless to keep telling them this, but they knew full well B wasn't done.

Their eyes went wide as they turned to look at A, their face was a complete mess, with threads of slimy puke hanging from their nose and mouth, a mixture of tears and snot smeared all over.

“B-But..., urp, your floor...”, they forced out, each word slurred with nausea, a gag spaced between each.

A found themselves chuckling at B's despair, but immediately stopped when they saw their eyes grow even glossier. “Oh, I've cleaned far worse things off this floor, believe me.”

Even though B seemed seconds away from throwing up they still held their breath, tears lining their cheeks, they still seemed to be begging A for permission. They noticed when B's shoulders heaved, their cheeks bulged out with suppressed belches, panic clear in their eyes.

“It's fine, B, really”, they coaxed, laying a hand on their back, gently rubbing the spot between their shoulders as a way of reassurance. “Just let it out.”

It wasn't the first time A had done this for a sick friend, but it still surprised them to feel how tense B was. They were sweating profusely, their clothing practically glued to their skin, and still, they were shivering from exhaustion.

“I–I'm so–”, they tried to say but were cut off by a loud burp that turned disgustingly wet on the tail end. B's face crumpled in disgust as they let their tongue out, bile spraying out of them and staining the ground like an abstract painting.

“Don't worry, B. I will clean it all up once you're done”, A reassured, running a hand up and down B's shivering back as they retched painfully.

A felt under their muscles clenching under their hand, their shoulders rolling, winding up just to lunge forward again. B let out a pitiful whimper as a dense wave of vomit poured out of their mouth, landing on the ground with a sickening splash. It seemed like an endless waterfall to them, its volume unwavering as it clogged their throat.

They could feel the chunks as they went past their gullet, bits of meat and vegetables barely digested, some even scrapping the walls of their esophagus as they came up. They had to close their eyes to prevent their already overloaded mind from thinking of the pieces among the puddle of stomach acid.

“You're doing good”, A assured, gently patting B's back as they kept spewing.

B certainly didn't think the same. It felt like they wouldn't be able to stop vomiting once they started. Their stomach was completely liquified and pouring out their mouth, falling on A's kitchen floor in the form of a sickening dense slurry.

They didn't even notice when it finally tapered off into struggling dry heaving. For them, it felt like their stomach was still emptying itself, it hurt as much.

On top of all, B could feel their strength fading away, their eyes threatening to roll to the back of their skull, and black spots dancing in the corners of their vision. Their arms were trembling like stilts, weaker each second, threatening to buckle at any–

“B!”, they heard A shout and the soft meat of their friend's arms broke their fall, their head throwing back violently. “B? Please, not again. Don't pass out now.”

B groaned, and it took more out of them than they anticipated, they were suddenly out of breath, gasping and heaving in A's embrace, the violent motion sending them into another level of nausea they could barely comprehend. Their arms tightened around their torso, supporting them in that semi-sitting position, looming over the floor painted in sick.

“I... 'm... gon...”, B panted, trying to warn A, but trailing off into a weak retch that sent yet more vomit trickling out of their mouth.

At the very least they managed to miss them, a now thinner murky stream joined the lumpy puddle, seemingly congealing as it hit the floor, it was barely more than liquid at this point.

“So...rry...”, it was useless to say it, but they tried anyway, mustering all their courage into the slurred apology.

“Oh... B”, A thought of hugging them tightly, but stopped themselves. Instead, they shushed B as they kept sobbing and heaving, holding them firmly in place.

There was no helping it now, this wasn't just a regular fainting spell. A's mind was swarmed by endless possibilities, gradually getting worse and worse as their eyes roved over B's limp form.

“B, are you still with me?”, A asked, laying a hand on B's cheek, feeling their shallow breathing under their palm. No response. “I'll take you to the hospital now, okay? You will be fine, I promise”, they assured even though they knew B couldn't hear them.

[incorrect-st4r-ocs]

Yondu: Kid I'm going to need you to swear-

Kid!Izzy: Fuck.

Yondu:

Yondu: Swear as in promise.

[tellthemeerkatsitsfine]

your post got me thinking about how i used to like boyles stuff, but when i started watching mock the week i heard him do a bit where he said something along the lines of "back in my day political correctness was called "sp*zzy gay talk"" which really made me sour on him (idk how it is in canada but in the uk sp*z is a straight up slur towards disabled people) and move away from watching his stuff. and on the one hand i get it, this was in like 2006ish so every third joke is questionable at best, but on the other that was the most blatantly offensive one i'd heard so far, and i actually i haven't seen much of mock the week from between 2007s series to 2015s series because i specifically wanted to avoid any more surprise slurs and offensive "jokes". i know its not fair to judge someone by what they said fifteen years ago and i am glad to hear he seems to have changed, but its still unfortunately the first thing i think of when i see his name.

Thanks for this, I always appreciate getting messages from people who have other things to say about stuff I’ve written on here. For anyone who’s reading this and is confused, this message is referring to this post, though at the time this message came in I hadn’t written the update yet.

I think I remember the exact Mock the Week moment you’re talking about, and I understand why your or anyone would not want to watch that. That particular S word isn’t “as bad” where I’m from, but it’s still a word I’d never use. And not just because it’s worse elsewhere. I learned at some point last year, while watching some British show or other, that in Britain that word is an outright slur, while in North America it’s just a generally derogatory word. But even before last year, I did not use that word. Because I don’t want to use slurs or generally derogatory words for marginalized groups that I’m not a part of, and generally think that’s a good rule to have. I spent 2006 figuring out I was (mostly) gay while hearing kids at school use “gay” as an insult, pretty much exactly the way Frankie Boyle used it in the moment you’ve mentioned, and that made it harder for me to accept myself and come out. I definitely do not want to defend Frankie Boyle’s use of those words in that way.

Honestly, I’m thinking of explanations for why I think it’s okay for me to still like Frankie Boyle in the light of all that, and I’m fighting a strong instinct to write a lot of words about those explanations, because they don’t really seem appropriate in the context of the quote you mentioned in that message. I don’t want to defend that one, and I don’t even want to talk about “nuance” or whatever in a way that might make it sound like I’m defending it. That specific comment is indefensible, and my only explanation for why I don’t hold it against Frankie Boyle forever is that I don’t think he’d stand by it today either.

I’ve written about my thoughts on this subject, the subject of how I love vulgar comedy but do not like comedy that hurts people who don't deserve it and how I reconcile those two things, in a few previous posts, and I'm sure I'll write about them in some future ones. But I’m going to resist getting further into them on this post, because any thoughts I have about how context makes certain things okay do not apply to that comment you’ve quoted. That one’s just clearly not okay, a lot of the stuff Frankie Boyle has said is clearly not okay, and I hate the way people can use overcomplicated ideas to defend stuff that is just clearly not okay.

Anyway, it’s absolutely fair enough if the association with that comment puts you off enjoying anything else that involves Frankie Boyle. There are so many amazing comedians out there who don’t have that kind of history, including many comedians who are members of the vulnerable groups that have been hurt by the language he casually used. I hope you can enjoy those other comedians and I’m sorry for all the not okay things out there.

[linggluu]

2015 vs 2020

ZZY drinking respect women juice since 2004. 十八楼最值得嫁的男人❤

rewatching this in 2021 is so surreal. he grew up so much;;

anyways while other kids are saying stuff like "I don't like ugly girls" and "XX pounds is considered too fat", here zzy is being so considerate and aware💕

[chaoticspacefam]

OC Name Meaning!

was tagged for this by the wonderful @walk-ng-d-saster !

No pressure tags for @darth-bagel​ , @elaphaemourra​ , @a-master-procrastinator​ and @a-muirehen​ if you feel like doing this one! If you haven’t been tagged and want to do this, feel free to say I tagged you too! Went with the twins, because they’ve taken over I love them! But I do have a handful of other characters which have meanings so if anybody wants to re-tag/double tag me you’re welcome to do so hahaha

Obligatory disclaimer that any statements herein talking about the way the Empire is are SOLELY in MY personal headcanon and by no means meant to say no-one else can think differently. That’s a you problem if that’s what you take from me talking about my headcanons in MY blog space bruh lol.

D’leah is a very...staunchly traditional, Sith. So I set out to name all of her kids in a way that would either have a direct meaning in High Sith, or at least sound as if it did!

Saarai (szah-rye, there’s a heavy stress on the first syllable!) is the High Sith word for “Truth”, being that she and Ni’kasi are the last descendants of the “true” ruling line of the Sith before Vitiate’s takeover, it was VERY appropriate for her! :D Tho, Saarai also has a little extra “meaning” if you will, in that her parents picked HER name because the beginning syllables match with her grandmother (D’leah’s mother)’s name, Saa’thri, since Saarai inherited her Psychometry from Saa’thri, D’leah wanted her name to somewhat “match” grandma’s too!

Now, Ni’kasi (Nee-kah-zee, yes I’m leaning hard into “z makes an s sound and s makes a z sound” and you can’t stop me /jk) I initially didn’t give her name because it actually meant anything. It just looked Sith-y and I liked it much better than the first draft name I had for her (Jen, which means “Hidden/In Shadows”, so the twins’ names would have been “Hidden Truth” together. But Jen just...didn’t fit her anymore so I ended up recycling that and giving it to their baby brother in the reverse!Zephyr AU!) HOWEVER, upon further researching and investigation, I have discovered that Kas’s name actually does have a Sith meaning, and it in fact means “Divine Warpath” which, ironically, does still fit with her sister’s name theme too. Damn D’leah chill out girl haukgsjhgsd

Iirc their surname, Ahaszaai ( ahh-zzy-aye) was just a couple Sithy-sounding syllables that I mashed together and liked the sound of but doesn’t have any particular meaning. It does have a very regal feel to it tho! <3 and also makes my friend cry whenever she has to spell it irp /lh

[hiddenwashington]

LEAKED POWERPUFF GIRL PILOT : sentence starters

**thank you to admin aria for this gem 

‘ time to kick some beast ! ’

‘ we broke into the zoo again. we made the flamingos drink hypnotiq. ’

‘ i’m not wearing that dress anymore. it’s compulsory heterosexuality. ’

‘ it’s our responsibility ! even if we’re tired from test prep , or girl drama , or blue fruit-flavored cognac. ’

‘ where are your pigtails ? you have to stick to the character bible. ’

‘ i appreciate your concern for my family -- but you’re not part of it. ’

‘ i will honestly end you. ’

‘ i’ve delivered on everything i promised , except free gelato fridays & that’s only because the perfect scoop turned out to be a front for meth trafficking. ’

‘ happy birthday , betch ! ’

‘ now he just dates rando beaker bunnies & science hoes. ’

‘ what the fu...zzy lumpkins… ’

‘ i saw on her insta that she has a boyfriend , i saw on her linkedin that she got promoted , & i saw on facebook that she still talks to grandpa despite their political differences. ’

‘ wake up ! or we’ll leak your nudes everywhere ! ’

‘ please… not breakaway … ’

‘ i have a condition where if i see someone faint , i faint , so i had to grab some sugar. ’

‘ we do have a day to kill before we get our monies. & maybe there’ll be something for me to beat up ? ’

‘ forget it , ____. let her have boring phone sex with her pasty boyfriend. ’

‘ i realized how exhausted i was defending myself against misogynist morons & pretending i was straight. ’

‘ i bet he’s still obsessed with you … but in a kinky , angry way. ’

‘ i’m here to pick up bi-curious townies. you’re here to avoid ___. ’

‘ luckily , we’re dealing with another hate boner so , alcohol helps. ’

‘ stop !! i’m an american treasure !!! ’

‘ i’m out of here. it’s relapse time. ’

‘ i’m sorry !! you know i can’t get on a plane without a xanax. ’

‘ they’re all possessed. this is like the gathering of the juggalos. ’ 

‘ i’ve got a hardon for mayhem that won’t go down. ’

‘ just like you put on your vision board. which you should never show anyone , by the way ; the gold lambo is cringe. ’

‘ i actually bought it behind my dad’s back when i was a kid. i had to hide it under the bed , like porn. ’

[julessworldd]

I love them Poly!Guns x reader

I seen where someone wanted more Poly!Guns, so you asked so you shall recieve. Who doesn’t love Poly!guns anyways.

Summary: The reader’s mom and sister show up unannounced, planning on taking the reader back home. Tabloids showed up her in her hometown, the family was worried about her in LA. I always wondered how Poly realtionships work when telling the parents, so here’s my take on it. 

Warnings: The boys being protective, silly with the reader. Cussing, arguing, implied smut. Think that’s all, sorry if I missed any

I moved to L.A. the day after graduation from high school, and had been saving money since I was 13. Living in a small town Colorado, where you’ve gone to school with the same kids since Elementary school, becoming a townie scared me. Since then, I’ve not talked to my family that much.  I met the boys one night after a show, Izzy bumped into me while walking down the strip. We all became friends and then our little thing started, we dated each other. It had been a thing for two almost three years now, I loved every minute of it, and loved my boys as well. 

Duff and I were making breakfast as slowly each boy came down, pissed that they had to start their day. “Did you open that one envelope? Looked like it was from home”, Duff asked. “I’m not sure how they found me. I’ve not gave them my new address”, I laid eggs on a plate. “Why don’t you talk to them anymore?”, Duff asked again. “Just don’t. I’m the black sheep of the family, babe. I never wanted to stay in Colorado,work on the family ranch or get pregnant with a shitty high school football player. They didn’t like it so I left after graduating.”, I said. “I’m glad you left”, Izzy passed by us. “I’m not saying I’m not glad she left, but it’s weird that the envelope has stayed on the counter, unopened”, Duff said. “Fine, I’ll open it after I eat and shower”, I groaned. I know Duff was only being nice, but I didn’t like hearing from my family.  There was knock on the door, “Come in”, I said, sliding into some black skinny jeans. “Hey”, Duff said, shutting the door behind him. “You’re really determined to have me open that aren’t you, baby”, I smirked. “Yes. It could be a death in the family and you wouldn't know it”, Duff stubbed up.  “Alright”, I slides my finger under the seal and opened the envelope. 

 Jacqueline Bennett

It was my mom’s name and my childhood home’s address. “What the hell do you want?”, I groaned.  The doorbell rung, “You expecting anyone?”, I asked Duff. He shook his head no. “Y/nn!”, Slash yelled. I dropped the letter on the dresser and headed downstairs. “Think it’s you with the visitor babe”, Duff said, following suit. “Who knows”, I said. I made it downstairs, in the living. I looked up, it was my mom and older sister, Kelly standing in front of the door. “Mom. Kelly. What are you doing here?”, I swallowed. “We came to bring you home”, My mom said. “No, you’re not. I have a life here and did you forget I’m 24”, I said, crossing my arms across my chest. 

The boys stayed silent, watching me and my mom go back and forth. Kelly was checking Izzy out. “I left for fucking reason and swore I would never move back. Leave mother!”, I ran upstairs, slamming my door. 

Izzy’s pov-

 Y/n’s mom and sister stood there in shock, tension was tight. I stood up from the couch, “I’ll go check on her” I reached her door, heard crying. “Y/n. It’s me, Iz”, I said. A little ‘come in’ was said, she was crying her eyes out before I walked in. “Hey baby. Wanna talk about it?”, I said, shutting the door, her back was turned to me. Y/n jerked up, “Why does she think I need to come back home? It’s hell there, Izzy. I’m overlooked there, they forget my name, if I’m sick or not. My siblings have families and have good careers, I have five siblings, I’m just the second middle kid. Please don’t let her take me back”, She cried. “We’re not gonna let her. You’re 24, you have your own life. Screw what your siblings have, you have us, friends, free travel when we’re on tour. They’re stuck in some hick town while you get to see the world, don’t worry about them. I’m not being mean, but they really don’t care. Just worried that you’re with five guys instead of one. It’s not their business how many people you date or have kids with, you’re an adult”, I said. Here lately every magazine has been exposing our relationship with each other. Y/n has been called a groupie, whore that can’t be satisfied by one guy. Guess it made it to Colorado.

Y/n calmed down and was sitting on my lap, brading a strand of my hair. “Think I’m gonna take them on the patio, I hate that you guys were stuck between it.”, Y/n said. “Okay, I’ll have Duff take them out. Give you a little more time”, I said, walking to the door. “Thanks. Hey Izzy?”, Y/n asked. “Yeah?”, I turned back at her. “I love you”, She smiled. “I love you too, princess”, I smirked. “Hey Duff”, I said, locking eyes with the tall blonde. “She okay?”, Duff started to worry. “Y/n asked if we could take her mom and sister to the patio. She wants to talk to them in private. Can you take them out there please?”, I asked. “Of course”, Duff said. I watched as Duff brought them through the kitchen and out to the patio. Y/n’s mom gave me the stank eye.  “Izzy, are they out there?”, Y/n asked. “Yeah. You gonna be okay?”, Duff answered. “I think so. I love you, Duffy”, She kissed his cheek. “I love you too, Princess”, Duff kissed her lips. We both watched her go out there. “We’re not letting them take her back”, Duff said. “Oh hell no!” Axl and I said at the same time. “She won’t go down without a fight”, Slash said. “Okay, lets quit being peeping toms”, Duff said. We all went downstairs.  

Y/n’s Pov

“Okay tell me how wrong I am being with them?, I sat down at the table. “Why are you with them? Do they pay you?”, My mom asked. “Because I love them very much, I feel safe and loved by my boys. No, I don’t get paid to have sex or whatever crazy ass thing you’re thinking”, I giggled. “Are you together or it’s a groupie thing?”, Kelly asked. “What’s a groupie?”, my mom asked. “Someone who has sex with a couple members of a band or the whole band. No strings attached, some have girlfriends or are even married. But when on the road, they get lonely and their girl isn’t there to you know?”, I said. “And Kelly, we’re together”, I said. “Okay, huh. What made you get into a relationship with them?”, Mom asked. “I don’t know, it just kinda happened. Nobody hasn’t spoken up and said they wanted out and to be with another person.”, I said, looking at her face. Confusion and disgust was all over her face. Kelly was from my time, understood what groupies were and sure she’s married but she was passed around the offensive line and the quarterback in high school. 

“What it is called? When you go out with multiple people, honey?”, My mom asked. “Polyamorous”, I sighed. “Poly what?” “Poly means multiple”, Kelly said.  “Right. Mom, I know this isn’t something you wanted to hear that your daughter is in love with five guys. I didn’t think I would either but life put it that way. I’m happy with them, they all make me smile in their own way. I get something different from each other. You don’t have to worry, this might to be anything any longer, but let me enjoy it while it’s still a thing”, I said holding her hand. “Guess, we didn’t see that way. You do glow more, I’m sorry for never realizing how unhappy you were back home. I love you so much, Y/n. Please keep in contact with us okay?”She smiled. “Okay, you two want to stay for lunch?”, I asked. “No, thank you sweetie. We’ve been here a week trying to find you. Our plane leaves in a few hours”, My mom stood up. “Sorry, you didn’t find me sooner”, I sighed. 

“Can you at least meet them? I’ve met half of their parents”, I smiled. “After our tiny argument?”, Mom asked. “They don’t care, come on”, I giggled. They were just spooked that their girlfriend was yelling at a random lady in the living room. I would be too, if their mom came in guns blazing.

“Boys. I want you to meet my mom, Jacqueline and my sister, Kelly. Sorry about earlier”, I said. They were at the table, Duff was digging something out of the fridge.  “This is Izzy, Slash, Axl, Steven, and who is gonna hit his head is Duff”, I pointed at each of them. “I am not! Son of a-”, Duff groaned, after hitting his head on the edge of the counter. Kelly giggled. “You didn’t bust it open this time, bonehead”, I rubbed his head, for any nics or blood. “I hated having staples in my head”, Duff raised up, rubbing his head. “I know you did, I hated them too”, I giggled. Duff had pulled me into his side and brushed a piece of hair out of my face. I caught my mom smiling at us. “Honey, I hate to leave but we have a plane to catch”, My mom said, tearing Duff and I apart. “Right. I’ll walk you out”, I said. “Axl, what are you doing?”, I asked as the red head followed us. “I have to get something out of my car, babe”, Axl smiled, grabbing my hips. “Not now”, I whispered, feeling his bulge poke my ass. “Not my fault you and your sister have ass”, Axl smirked, passing me to go to his car. “I’ll kill you”, I mouthed as I approached their rental car.  “It was nice seeing you, sis”, Kelly smiled. “You too. How are the kids?”, I asked. “Good, growing like a weed. Conor almost passes me”, Kelly said. “Wow, that means he towers me”, I giggled, thinking of my nephew. Kelly was 5’8, means Conor is at least 5’10, and I’m still 5’3. “Yeah. Annie starts 3rd grade next year, they miss their Auntie Y/n a lot”, Kelly gave a small smile. “Next time, if we’re close to home I’ll see what I can do to come see everyone. Tell everyone I love them.”, I said, pulling Kelly into a hug. “I love you, Kelly”, I whispered.  “Love you too, kid”, She tightened the hug. “Okay, my turn”, My mom whined.  “You’ve changed into a beautiful woman, Y/n. Your Dad would be so proud of how you’ve grown, he misses his buttercup a lot. Call him when you can, okay?”, My mom said. “I will, Momma. I love you and Dad”, I smiled. 

I watched them as they drove down to the neighbor, going to the airport. “You okay, Y/n?”, Steven asked. “Mhm, oh yeah. I’m good, Stevie”, I smiled. I walked over to Steven and smiled. “You forgot something?”, Steven smirked. “My good morning kiss”, Steven pouted. “Nobody got theirs, Stevie”,I giggled, leaning up to kiss his lips. Steven opened the door, there stood Izzy with his arms crossed,pout on his face. I pulled him down to kiss him, “There you, big baby. That better?” “Very much so”, Izzy grinned. I laughed, walking upstairs. Slash pulled me to his lips, “You’re off your routine girl” “Sorry Slashy”, I rubbed his cheek.  “Are you still gonna kill me?”, Axl asked, smirking. “No”, I kissed him. “Good girl”, Axl smirked, smacking my ass. Duff’s back was turned, I wrapped my arms from behind. “Hey Baby”, He said. “Hi. You wanna a kiss?”, I asked. “Mhm, I’ll take a makeout session instead”, I knew he was smirking.  “Put me on the counter and I’ll deliver”, I smirked as he picked me up. I kissed him. “Hey Y/n, is it weird I find your mom sorta hot?”, Axl yelled from upstairs. “Very! She’s bitcher than I am”, I yelled back, rolling my eyes. “I like your bitchyness, it’s hot”, Duff pulled me into  him more. “You’re fucking crazy”, I said. “That song is about you, you know?”, Izzy smirked. “Fuck you, Izzy”, I flipped him off before hopping down from Duff’s arms. “You did last night, hot lips”, Izzy said as he disappeared upstairs.