#like do you guys remember how feral we all went when he showed up in tbobf

[vvitchering]

In 37 short days we will once again have Din Djarin on our screens. He’s finally returning from war. I will not apologize for the feral being I will become beginning on March 1.

[lady-ashfade]

Yandere Romantic Class 1-A With A Darling Who Is Touchy And Flirty

—£ This about how the class would react! I have just been in the mode to write for mha so that’s what I’m doing. Also love the yandere class with all my might.

—£ Warnings: Suggest themes, yandere behavior, possessive behavior, reader being very flirty, revealing clothing.

The class had a handful with dealing with you. it was always so much when you started right off the bat with giving them hugs or touching them in smalls ways. to you it wasn’t a big deal and you were just being you, you had no clue that they thought it was romantic. sweet little thing you were to not noticing how feral your classmates were with you.

Each of them always tries to get you to touch them in any kind of way. If you wanted to lay your head on their shoulders, give them a high five? Anything is okay.

Quickly they realized you just did physical touch to show you care, or that you had a flirty personality. You never noticed how truly dazed and embarrassed they got when you flirted with one of them. Or, the death glares they sent to the other that had your attention.

Bakugo was one to quickly pull you around. he’d pull you by the waist and make you walk with him while he yells at you(He’s to flustered to do anything else). He’d give you pointers on how “Not to suck.” when you train. even saying he needs help dealing with those shitty extras he is friends with.

Bakugo gets so red when you touch his muscles and his chest when you praise him for a job well done. he could have beat you in a training match but here you are praising him. “You’ll be a great hero.” You’d wink at him and tell him to remember you when the time comes. but how could he ever forget you!

The class always watched out for you when they needed to. like once they saw you with a person from class 1-b and you put your precious hands on that person. oh boy did they get pissed. they let you out of sight for a minute and here someone is taking advantage of you. don’t you know that smile and praise is only for them, along with your sweet touches.

“We missed you,” Mina spoke as she held you close as the class surrounded you. “Dumbass, stop talking to those fuckin’ idoits.” The loud blonde growled.

You only giggled and smiled, “They were really nice guys. no need to worry,” you smirked “you guys are the only classmates I want.”

Their hearts melted there.

Soon, they got more comfortable with your attention. So much that they couldn’t go without them. They pouted when you didn’t hug them when you walked into class, or anything else. And of course that counted how much you hugged the others and made you do the same.

But, the more time went on your flirting was taken seriously, of course unnoticed to you. the dekusquad and bakusqaud would fight over who you actually like. the others would get jealous and maybe comment, but they would share. they would do anything for their darling.

If you are more masculine then you could touch the guys more because it wouldn’t be considered “Inappropriate” even if you are innocent. like feeling their chest and shoulders to comment them. The boys loved that, because they got to smirk at the girls.

Now if you are more feminine then the girls made you cuddle them, no matter what actually. throw your arms around the waist, or pull you so close to their bodies. the girls are bad because they are into PDA. Like, the boys touch you if you allow them- But the girls? They are touching you all the time.

“Aren’t you the cutest,” Ochako coo’d at your puffy cheeks full of food, you looked like a deer in headlights as you continued to chew. “They have sauce on their cheek, kero.” Tsu chirped up from beside you.

“Here let me!” Momo took a napkin and whipped off your pretty cheek. “Much better.” You thanked her and continued to eat. you were used to your friends behavior so it wasn’t a problem, though sometimes you found it weird.

“I made you a playlist.” Jiro said as a buzz at your phone went off. She had stayed up all night looking for songs that you’d like, maybe even praise her for it later.

But the class fond over you not matter what you are. you’re their darling. you can get anything you want if you bat your eyes at them.

in training they put on a show for you just so they get get your praise at who wins. it’s almost a blood bath each time. the class is constantly fighting over you. And will fight anyone who is not them because it’s only them who can have you.

Just be careful not to make them faint with your actions because it’s easy. Their pretty little thing.

[kagamesayu]

c/w . gender neutral reader, implied smut, dacryphilia, shidou is a weird little guy who keeps nudes of you wc: 496 a/n . i swear i like other characters i don't only go feral for this blonde roach reblogs and comments appreciated ✧*.

shidou ryusei loves passionately. he loves in ways most people do not.

that's what you tell yourself as you look at his room, littered with nudes of you. a sigh leaves your nose, dumb smile on your warm face as you sat on ryusei's lap, watching him show off another of his 'treasures'.

"- and this is when ya wore that sexy white lace lingerie and i came all over ya!" he grins widely while looking at the a picture of you in said lingerie. you could tell it was one of his favourite pictures. it had its own picture frame and was decorated aesthetically.

you were sat on the bed, eyes looking straight to the camera as a tan hand held your chin in a firm grip. a thumb dipped into your mouth, forcing it open and showing the stringy ropes of cum that settled on your tongue. your eyes were half lidded, tear stains running down your cheeks.

you remembered that night, it was valentines and you'd wanted to do something special for him. you took a week off from work and even prepped yourself, knowing how intense ryusei could be. you'd texted him saying he had a 'present' and took a teasing picture of yourself with your legs crossed.

usually it took him a while to come home, he'd always get a drink or bring some cool shiny stone home and show it to you like an excited bird, but that day he'd come home straight from training. you still remember the rabid shaking of the keyhole and the way he slammed the door open, running into the bedroom almost drooling.

the aftermath of that stunt was aches and marks all over your body, ruined clothes and a damn well satiated ryusei. he was practically glowing after that night.

he looks up at you on his bed, eyes gleaming. "think we should get ya some new clothes doll."

"ryu, you tore up those clothes."

"yeah? and?"

"they were worth $2000."

"...and? think i'd skimp out on spending money on my baby?" he smirks, bringing a hand onto your hip and patting the flesh.

that was true, he usually spent a lot of money on you. food, clothes, games, anything you wanted he'd get it for you.

"i'll order some online for us." you roll your eyes, a joking sigh leaving your lips as you rested closer into his chest. "c'mon babe you know i can't get enough 'f ya!"

"i know ryu, i know." if the way he held you right now wasn't telling, then all the other...incidents in the past said enough of his possessive nature over you. Every time you both went to a bar he'd almost always start a fight with anyone looking at you. No matter what gender and who it was he'd square the fuck up.

But...a part of you loved that he'd do so much for you. He'd do anything for you, and you wholeheartedly returned the gesture.

[perfectfangirl]

notes after rewatching fallout s1 ep4

• cooper and lucy wandering the desert and mans starts coughin', somethin' settin' in • whoa i just realized you could hear roger roaring from outside • roger was at a clinic, probably trying to find something to help him ☹️ • i wrote a whole entire post on this scene but anyways can i say we see full blown uncooked cannibalism hardly ten minutes into episode four like is everyone ok • the fact this scene is presented with a lot of tension, like a horror film and truly it's just a guy named roger fighting to stay not feral • i wonder how cooper met him? ghouls tend to know each other after a while [on account of the discrimination], i'm sure he was checking with this man every now and then tbh. perhaps. a friend. • cooper asks roger how he's feeling and he says "you know... it's hard out here. dang smoothies can be so unkind" and i just 😞 • "i see you got a smoothie of your own" ding ding ding ghoulcy this one's for you • you know what's particularly sad about ghoulification is for example that roger has had to isolate himself from others, even ghouls, because he was turning • roger asking for a vial and cooper looking at lucy [cooper, you botched the using lucy for bait, come on] • firmly in the camp that if cooper had vials left, he would give one to roger. cooper has shown himself to be crude and cruel seeming at times but i just know he went there with purpose • roger accepting he's turning and telling cooper and lucy to leave as a warning, roger seemed so nice, why and how did he get like this

• "i did ok" 😞 • going from standard human to turning into a feral ghoul in less than twenty eight years in the fallout universe is insane and idk if there's a lot of lore on why someone could end up like this and someone like cooper not • the difference in cooper's and roger's symptoms are pretty stark--- not entirely sold on him coughing and passing out is from ferality and more inclined to think chem withdrawals but i digress • "say, you remember how good food use to taste?" post war life is so bad, nobody in the wasteland remembers when food use to food 😭

• because roger is really nice and having a conversation, roger turns, speaking to lucy. cooper using this as an opportunity to kill roger seems so sudden and a betrayal until • look at cooper's eyes and his reaction after pulling the trigger--- not exactly the expression of someone who is in it "for the love of the game", in fact, i have come to view this act as a mercy kill • which is ironic of course because as we've all come to see, lucy does the exact thing for her own mother four episodes later • once feral, ghouls roam the wasteland operating on two instincts alone: hunger and defense. they are a threat to all those around them and i don't recall much on reversal. that's no life. roger would've turned feral and harmed them or others, it is sad • cooper mercy killing roger was in some ways compassionate, he had a sweet conversation with roger giving his last thoughts something warm and nice. cooper then going on to butcher and consume his flesh was an uh choice 💀

• and lucy immediately confused was like "wait?, why'd you do that? he was sick." i don't know if she entirely understands ghoulification, seems she thought maybe he could be helped • lucy is basically confused, begging cooper to not like, eat this guy 😭 • i'm gonna have to agree that he didn't have to eat roger, radroaches is everywhere and for free, still pondering if he did this to fuck with her or because some reason i am missing • cooper asking lucy what her name was [hold on, why he care about that?" and lucy so nearly coming this close to finding out what hank did and who cooper is [since she didn't ask his name] • "sometimes a fella's got to eat a fella" is my all time favourite quote in season one of this show lmao • cooper be funny as fuck for no reason like this man's brain is cooked • i would personally like to ask walton whose idea it was to go "mmm. mmm." while eating irradiated human flesh like that, like why is the pre war actor cooper howard like this • lucy is incomprehensibly disgusted but then goes on a thing [a vulnerable thing] about vault 32 starving [in the great plague of '77] and that she lost her mother during this time and that her father never resorted to cannibalism. there's some time and memory discrepancies here • "well there's what people say they did and what they really did" i wanted cooper to be wrong so bad here when he went on to clown hank by saying "i'll bet your daddy was first in line at the cookout. i bet he had a bib with a drawing of his neighbour's ass on it" • lmao they gave all the best lines to cooper, i'm sick, he was right • lucy, having had enough and not finding cooper's humour being used as a way to cope like this asks this disturbed little man • "how do you live like this? why keep going?" and for the briefest moment, and i do mean brief, cooper feels the crushing weight of who he is when lucy confronts him like this • of course he shakes off a moral inquiry and transfers it to another as he asks "why the fuck am i doing all the work?... ass jerky don't make itself." and forces lucy to do it instead • twice now this man has talked about ass in less than ten minutes and for everyone's sake i'll move along 💀

• woody basically trying to interrogate the raider prisoners and getting nothing, meanwhile--- i think they already starting to be poisoned • ooo ok but betty telling norm he's the last standing maclean in the vault so his words carry and people listen. it occurred to me maybe he inadvertently inspired the poisonings of the raiders but it's also occurring to me that because they couldn't just all be shot outright, being poisoned was the best follow through method, nobody notices until it's already too late. now who is sneaky enough for that? • "when clever boys like you are angry, you're lucky not to have seen where that can lead." so... was betty present for shady sands? hmm • betty asking norm to tread lightly is very... not a threat, but she's watching him, right

• ok! we have that second water scene. it's confirmed here cooper is fetching water from an irradiated source [hence why denying lucy any makes sense] he puts it in his canteen and drinks it just fine. lucy is obviously mindlessly thirsty because she defeatedly drops down to drink the murky, stagnant irradiated water. it's so irradiated, her pip boy is going crazy, she literally gags in the scene • "now you're getting it. how does this golden rule jibe with what's going through your head now?" well i mean we knew cooper been fucking with her the whole time and showing her the wasteland streets but it is also unlikely she would have found a clean water source where they are, i guess her getting radiation sickness may have been inevitable but cooper denying her water kept her from being sick • after another insane string of sentences from this centuries old movie star, lucy finally asks "what are you?" and it's more like "what the fuck is wrong with you?" • "oh i'm you, sweetie, you just give it a little time" is majorly menacing after everybody just drank stagnant rad water like it's koolaid • cooper felt so smug then was zapped with karma again because he has a coughing fit directly after telling lucy this lmao • walton has such a good old man cough ❤️ • lucy takes cooper coughing up a lung as an opportunity to run [where i don't know but] • cooper uses his lasso skills he used to use at kid's parties to pull lucy back and then says some shit like "where you think you going? you ain't going nowhere."

• so we have arrived at the infamous and intriguing finger biting off scene--- can i just say she bit his finger off with such ease and then! cooper doesn't even act like it hurt, he seems... pleased he got that kind of reaction out of lucy. he's like into it 💀 • "there you are, you little killer" i'll keep this pg13 and say cooper really wanted to get a rise out of lucy, to bring the dog out of her, huh • he... then proceeds to cut her [corresponding hand's] finger off. ironically applying the "do unto others as you would have done unto you" tit for tat, if you will • i was surprised he did this because like ok, she spat it out? pick it up and reattach it, fella 😭 but there's more under the surface here because • cooper says "now that right there is the closest thing we've had to an honest exchange so far." and he's being framed in a close up so close, you can see his dainty eyelashes, sun shining in the background, his hazel eyes sparkling--- this is not on accident ☝️ gdgkdkfd • there's a lot of symbolism to be had but for now, i'll save that for next episode notes when cooper does the thing • ah chet! and steph. i kinda am of the idea she strategically got with him but anyways! who wouldn't! chet hot as fuck! and steph look like an assassin • bert's shoes so small gldgldfl • steph is definitely angry and sad dealing with bert's death in her own special way [trying to fuck chet] • excuse me but why they turned an almost sex scene into a birthing scene 😭💀 • lucy been walking the wasteland without a shoe, how she do it 😭 • i did not pick up on cooper bartering lucy for two months' worth of vials [thanks subtitles] • "mint condition" [looks at a bloody stump on hand] "near mint condition" now who fault is this?? lmao • "you got problems out here too, sweetheart" like, shut up 😭 • cooper every time he interacts with a mr. handy is one of the only few places he gets to hear a voice of this old friend • "best you try your luck behind that door" well at least he untied her • this is like the third time he's gotten instant karma with lucy because either he pretended to keep it together until she went in or genuinely didn't know he was going to pass out but • went through the five stages of grief trying to figure who he sold her to because i deadass was thinking the same thing lucy was 😭 • lucy being given the finger of like, a corpse or something because it's grey 😭 forever changed by the wasteland, always carrying a little bleakness and death with her ❤️ • lucy never experiencing real cotton [or maybe only rarely] • lucy calling cooper a creature 😭 • "he put a leash around my neck and made me drink from puddle water that i'm pretty sure was some kind of animal pee" sending 😭 she talking to this evil mr. handy like it's a person • her recounting her captivity with cooper like he was simply being mean to her is just • "and i thought i was here to be a sex slave." "what?! no! what a disgusting idea. i'm simply going to harvest your organs." damn, fallout which one is worse, like fuck---

• hope the jello cake veronica got wasn't poisoned... • "what are you looking at?" "a murderer in a cage, paying the price for what you did to us. for what you did to the innocent people in vault 32" and norm gets circumstantial evidence from a raider by accidentally cross examining one of them with it being more than anything woody could coax out of them • one thing about the macleans, they smart • i also think it's excellent writing that intrigue was spurred like this by a raider saying vault 32 wasn't innocent because they were running an experiment like all the vaults did, everything isn't so black and white • norm reads every situation correctly because why he read chet by saying chet came along to investigate because norm reminds him of lucy fkdgkdkg • still piecing together the full extent of vaults 31, 32, 33 together but at first i couldn't understand why it looked like so many took their own lives--- apparently them discovering what vault 31 was about started a rebellion but two years seemed so recent to me. curious how this overlaps with shady sands if it does • they showed the spooky ass rat utopia experiment still playing on the tvs in there but i wasn't sure if this was explicit about that being vault 32's experiment

• lucy being prompted to continue on because of a flashback from her mom upon awakening 🥲 • "lucy sweetie what are you doing out here?" and those were her memories on the surface [nevermind cooper calling her [[condescendingly]] "sweetheart"] • i did not realize the ghouls were being kept in the freezers but it looks like they either only sell ghouls or keep the ghouls "on ice" [not unlike how dom pedro would keep cooper and cut pieces off of him] and collect the organs of standard people right then and there • "sir, you can't do this. please, i need my organs" lucy, it's just a robot bulter, he's not a real guy 😭 • the way lucy got out of this pickle quick, almost got snip snipped but short circuited the murderbot • lucy putting her murdercap on and putting drano in the murderbot's syringes, clever girl • it was so "star wars" of her to treat mr. handy like a person and then the guys running the organ trafficking scheme going "you might as well be holding an air conditioner hostage" 😭 • the organ traffickers running the super duper mart ring are so dull and banal evil types, it's so satire

• i just registered those two organ trafficker guys got a camera and can see cooper laid out in front of the store • lucy freeing the ghouls 🥲and one even thanking her [even the feral ones 💀] • poor martha, i peep how we see lucy's grey finger and it being shown used to defend herself against martha in her feral state • organ traffickers got ate up bless • nothing lucy did besides shoot was going to honestly stop martha, sometimes your pacifist playthrough doesn't go as planned • the pip boys still being on and running on the not alive people in vault 32 • "death to management" and it's directly the reference to vault 31's experiment, right there

• lucy walking out of there with mismatched shoes but two shoes nonetheless ☝️ • i guess lucy sincerely did not comprehend cooper is a ghoul or ghoulification, i suppose most vault dwellers literally would never know, that's post war history, wow • lucy asking cooper about if the vials keep him from going feral and he cannot even speak, he can only nod, from a prone position, on the ground--- the power/framing trade off is excellent • lucy bends down, briefly rolls the gun in her hand, while cooper lies helpless, she delivers a fatal line • "i may end up looking like you. but i'll never be like you" harbouring not enough ill will against him despite mistreatment, she gives cooper several vials, directly near his hand. didn't have to do none of that shit! • if i was cooper, i'd be scared as hell of this lady, she took down an organ trafficking ring in a grocery store ran by two armed guys, a murderbot, with some feral ghoul hostages, all of the bad and dangerous people fucking died • she really could've ended cooper right then and there, his devotion in season two gone be unmatched lmao

• i truly think he had a hint of a smile on his face after she helped [save his life] by anyways • lucy walks into the proverbial sunset meanwhile this man shambles into super duper mart about to go on the biggest bender the wasteland has seen since the bombs dropped • cooper gets so fucked up, i lost count how many things he ingested, king said all of 'em • cooper is so goddamn famous, his film "the man from deadhorse" is just sitting next to a tv • you could say here is where cooper has a crisis of conscience whereupon he holds the tape in his hand but truly we know already he had that centuries ago when he filmed "the man from deadhorse"

• cooper watching the scene, the very moment in his life where things started to shift--- he tries to cock an invisible fun, being unable as he remembers his trigger finger is gone [neutral, disarmed, here's where i think he decides he wants to sew on lucy's finger to his hand] it's like he's starting over, a moral rebirth but with his trigger finger • they really made cooper say "you commie son of a bitch" in a western, just ugly propaganda • let's examine "feo, fuerte, y formal" again! "ugly, strong, dignity" does post war cooper have two out of three on that front? is this his step into regaining dignity again? • cooper was always playing characters, it was expected of him and he got paid for it. it feels like a wall is being torn down, something is being shed here. and maybe it's this character he's masquerading as • cooper and lucy both having revelations in the super duper mart--- lucy realising you can't always reason and logic out of a situation and cooper being confronted with the fact you can keep your morality and sense of self intact and a horrible place and situation doesn't have to change you

[ghost-bxrd]

Tim going absolutely feral in his attempts to get Mockingjay away from Hood.

Sure, all of the Bats want to rescue the kid, but they don't really get the danger the kid is in, they are still under the impression Hood cares about keeping the kid safe.

But Tim SAW what Hood is like at the Titans Tower, okay? Hood is freaking insane. Doesn't matter if he cares about the kid or not, he's going to end up hurting, maybe killing, the boy in one of his 'episodes'.

And Tim will do anything to get the kid to come away, to understand what Hood is doing.

He's not going to bother with kid gloves. He's fully willing to scar the kid for life if it means the kid will at least get to live, which he's convinced won't happen if he's left at Hood's mercy.

Tim to Mockingjay on a rooftop: Hi! How's the gang war your boss started coming along? Last one was so exciting. I watched my friend - not a vigilante friend, mind you, just this civilian kid - bleed out when one of the gangs decided to shoot up my school. About two dozen civilians died in the first couple of days. Wanna bet how many you and Hood will bag this time? Have fun!

Tim, tossing Mockingjay crime scene photos of a gang shooting, showing a headshot corpse : Hi! Thought you might like a keepsake! This is Danny, he was eighteen. Dad died, three kids at home, couldn't get any job that paid enough except with these guys. I hear his sister signed up with Penguin's pimps after she got the news. Someone's still gotta feed the kids, right? Have a good lunch!

Tim, waving to Mockingjay: Hi! Sorry I'm late! Had to stay with a kid who found his mom OD'd. You should really ask your boss to show you what an OD death looks like - you'll probably find it pretty cool, all a nice blue shade, with this bloody foam spilling from the mouth, maybe twisted up a bit if they had convulsions first. The kid was crying about how he's gonna get the bastards who sold the stuff, but of course, you and Hood have pretty nice security, right?

Tim waging absolutely ruthless psychological warfare.

Ooo yes Tim would definitely try to pull something like that. What he wouldn’t expect is Mockingjay to give as good as he gets.

After the first few times you can bet Bruce is Fed Up™️ and devises his own little counter attack.

The next time he greets Robin with a merry little “Hey Rob, guess what? Frank just got out of jail again! You know, the guy you locked up in Black Gate for killing his girlfriend? Guess what! He went back to murder her sister, too! Had her spread out all over the apartment with a kitchen knife. Have a nice patrol <3”

Mockingjay, crashing a bust: “Sorry we’re late to the party! Had to take out a pedophile you guys locked up last month but was set free on parole. Guess what? He had two new victims locked up in his basement!”

Mockingjay, cupping his ear: “Sorry, what was that? I can’t hear you over the sound of a two year old screaming because he just saw his dad get murdered in front of him. Because you guys ‘Didn’t have enough evidence’ to get the guy who threatened him convicted. Should we tell Social Services to bill you the lifelong therapy bill or…?”

Mockingjay, throwing a file at Robin’s head: “Hey, Dickhead, remember Tiff? The street kid? Thanks to you sticking her in a “safe foster home” she was forced to go work street corners. Maybe you should tell your boss to do better research.”

Mockingjay is a menace, and if Tim thinks he can guilt trip/horrify the kid into condemning Jason’s work than he’s going to have a rude awakening hehe

[inkdemonapologist]

are you excited for the big role sammy's going to play in Cage?? im apprehensive... i love him a feral amount and i was real disappointed with his 2 seconds of screentime in BatDR

also just saying ur sammy drawings give me life he looks wonderful in hats

brought to u by ⭐️ anon

Hehehe aw thank you!! :D

There’s a lot of things in Dark Revival I ended up disappointed about, but despite my love of Sammy Lawrence, Sammy barely appearing was not really one of them. At the time, I’d commented to friends that the complete lack of Sammy mentions in the hype leading up to BatDR meant he was either very important or had only a cameo appearance, and I was actually pretty delighted about the Cyclebreaker cameo – it’s a moment that takes him startlingly seriously, that wasn’t just him quoting one of his four catch phrases; it’s... a kind of moment we haven’t seen from Sammy before. The part where he gets shot was like, where my expectations were, so the cyclebreaker thing was a pleasant surprise.

But like, ever since The Cage was announced… we knew Sammy kind of had to be in it. Like, Henry says “how did WE escape” and it’s set in the SPECIFIC place and time that Sammy also is; literally the only reason for Sammy to not be a significant character is if the creators actually didn’t want anything to do with him. So I have to admit the announcement that WE CAN CONFIRM that SAMMY WILL PLAY A MAJOR ROLE IN THE CAGE!!!!!!! RESTORED TO HIS CHAPTER 2 CREEPY GLORY! is just…… ugh, it’s hard to articulate why this tweet frustrates me so much.

Like………………….. "he's in it more" is not the only thing people care about, surely! What is he doing? What is his role in all this? What does he even WANT? In a review, "he's back to his chapter 2 creepy glory" would be a powerful recommendation; in a tweet from the creator right after preorders go up, it feels more like, "Hey, remember the thing you wanted? we DEFINITELY did that thing you wanted and we did it SUPER WELL so preorder our game please!!" Give us an intriguing line of dialogue or a hint about what he's doing (opposing you? helping you? uneasy truce? trying to find bendy?) and you wouldn't even need to promise us that he plays a major role; we'd be curious to learn more.

So this reassurance ends up doing the opposite, for me, because I still don't know if the creators even understand what I like about Sammy. The thing is that the circumstances of BatDR (there's a little Bendy running around, the Ink Demon is claimed dead but actually it's not, Wilson is trying to become the Lost Ones' new Big Brother) could've been INCREDIBLY relevant to Sammy -- that's why people wanted him to show up in BatDR, to see what he thinks of these developments and how he would react to them!! So if you're interested in Sammy, the character, then it would not be hard to hint at like, what his deal is – "Sammy knows the Ink Demon is out there somewhere and Henry is the key to finding him" or "after the disappearance of his Lord he's become a desperate man who's as much an obstacle as an ally" or even "Sammy was defiant when he went into the Pit -- what will Henry find when he encounters him now?" or w/e -- simply insisting HES LIKE HE WAS IN CHAPTER TWO, THE ONE YOU GUYS LIKE instead of being able to think of a single character-based hint that we might find compelling is, tbh, rather un-reassuring!!!

My complaint about Twisted Alice’s role in BatDR was that ultimately, it felt like they were just trying to capture the vibes that Twisted Alice had in BatIM instead of really exploring what that character would be doing HERE, in THIS situation. Nothing she’s doing really makes sense, and what IS there seems to have forgotten what her actual deal is, but she’s doing it with the right flair, so it feels like she’s in-character enough for the scene to be fun. Like an episodic cartoon that just forgets what happened in previous episodes depending on who’s writing this one. So… I think that’s a real risk for Sammy. For the people who just want him to show up and whisper cult-ish things so we can hear his voice more and go HEHEHE ITS HIM, this isn’t really a concern lmao, that will probably happen. I don’t have high hopes that he’ll make sense as a character, but tbf I don’t know that he ever has.

And IDK, its still early, its possible the cage will come out and I'll look up spoilers and be like OMG NM I LOVE WHAT THEY DID WITH HIM. A game that's supposed to be psychological horror could, in theory, be a really fun place for Sammy!! Maybe the people actually writing him will give him more care, haha. It's a little silly for me to be so worked up about the marketing for a game that I am not going to buy b/c I’m still not interested in giving JDS, Inc. my money. AND YET DESPITE IT ALL I STILL… CARE ABOUT SAMMY LAWRENCE LMAO….. I think my main emotion about The Cage is just curiosity, though. I do want to know what they do with him. I’m curious if he’ll play a major part in the story, or if he’s like Henry or Porter in BatDR, with one big scene where he gets a bunch of lines and then runs off. A lot of people really want to see Henry and Sammy team up in this, but I’m not writing off the possibility he’s an antagonist of some kind, so I’m curious which way that’ll go. But I don’t feel like I have any strong expectations, so I guess we’ll see!

[wembleygoodboy]

Wembley, may I ask where you got your name? Were you named after the puppet?

itis actuolly kindof a Lomg Storey, so iwill let dadmom tellit! 😊👍 (it also doubols as My Orogin Storey!)

[story time! this is gonna be a long one, so strap in, ahaha

so, i went to college for music (education and performance; flute performance, specifically. i can wipe my ass w that degree now tho lol), so i was in a couple different ensembles at any given time. in 2013, we were playing a multi-movement piece called "3 Ayres from Gloucester" by Hugh Stuart. the 3rd movement is called "The Fiefs of Wembley." you can listen to a performance of it here. wembley is apparently a location within london. think "wembley stadium!"

i always joked with my fellow flutist friend (we'll call her M) who i shared a stand with that Wembley sounded like the name of a mischievous cat. "wembley get off the counter!!!" "UGH NO why always on the carpet, wembley?!" etc. it helped that the tune itself totally sounds like the theme song of a somewhat skittish yet naughty little cat, parading around causing chaos until he's spotted, then darting away.

on october 3rd, 2013, i came into rehearsal and find M looking pretty distraught. i ask whats up, and shes like "i think i saw a kitten in the middle of the club lawn, it was just laying there, maybe its hurt, idk what to do!" im like okay lets check it out together, and our conductor (huge sweetheart) gives us the okay to go investigate.

sure enough, theres a tiny black blob just laying there in the middle of the lawn; not hidden away in the bushes where a mama cat wouldve left him. as we approached, the blob got up and awkwardly darted away towards the lil decorative pine shrubs dividing the lawn from a small parking lot. we followed it, and there he was: a small black kitten, crouched in terror, hiding in the shelter of the shrubbery.

i dont remember when exactly it happened, but it suddenly dawned on me. i turned to my friend. "M... its WEMBLEY..."

we tried to coax him out to no avail- not even food would persuade him, and he looked very thin- and he was a bit too close to the road for our comfort, so i asked my roommate to keep an eye on the lil guy while M and i went back to rehearsal. after it ended, we recruited a small gaggle of band geeks to capture the kitten. it was the bassoon player who finally caught him, plucking him out of a miniature shrub he'd tried to climb.

i swaddled wembley up in a black bandana i kept in my back pocket (for the Fashion™️), hopped into my roommate's car with my stuff, and headed back with my roommate to our little on-campus apartment. as i stood in the living room, waiting for him to bring our stuff from the car, wembley began to purr in my arms :,)

(to be fair, cats may purr to self-soothe when theyre stressed; its not exclusively an indicator of pleasure. but. Still, lol.)

turns out lil wembley was only a month old: just old enough for solid food, thankfully, but much younger than the age at which kittens are generally separated from their mothers for adoption, which generally occurs after 3 months. he also had a sprained leg, which made walking very difficult and painful for him. the leg was likely the reason he was abandoned by his feral mother, as if he couldnt keep up, she couldnt afford to stop for him when she likely had a whole litter to care for. understandable, but her loss was my (and wembley's!) gain. 💚

i had to tame him, as he was feral, and EXTREMELY fearful of humans, but i spent hours that night sitting on the opposite side of the bathroom, slowly earning his trust until, little by little, i was able to scoot close enough to him to pet him. he'd obviously never been petted before; the look on his little face was pure magic. he completely opened up to me after that moment.

i totally had myself fooled, thinking id find a home for him once his leg was all healed up (my vet major pal showed me how to make him a splint), but... then he started sleeping with me and... well..... yeah. nope. he was my son, and i was his dadmom.

and i always will be. 💚

BONUS PICTURES:

the first picture i ever took of Wembley (thats the bottom of a red solo cup i sewed fabric around so he could drink water from it without risking him getting cut on the plastic):

baby's first petting 💚:

he relaxed a lot after discovering the joy of Petting :)

settling down for his first night with us, too sleepy for this world 💚:

days later, with his lil foot in a splint, sitting in his temporary makeshift litterbox. the Poopie Prince!

...TL;DR, its the name of a part of london, and i chose it because of an instrumental piece of music. coulda just said that, i suppose, but I'll ALWAYS jump at the chance to tell wembley's Origin Story and share baby pics, ahaha 💚

-dadmom]

[epickiya722]

As antagonist who do you think is better between Sukuna, Kenjaku, or Toji? Why? How will you rank them?

Now, out of the three, Sukuna is my favorite. But to say who is the better antagonist? Yeah, I don't have a definite answer really.

Each of them severed/serves their role well as an antagonist to the other characters.

I'll start with Toji. He was more of an... "arc villain". He's not there for the whole plot, but he's still important to it and played a part to someone's arc and development. In this case, it was for Satoru, Suguru and Megumi.

All three of these characters were affected some way because of Toji.

Satoru and Suguru's relationship changed because Toji played a part. Had not Toji been assigned to assassinate Riko and succeeded, they would have went down a different path.

Megumi would probably have been a different kid if Toji had been present in his life.

Also, how he carries himself during his time in the story is amazing. I know, many people say the same thing, but Toji was some boring villain. This man's introduction was him in slides, sweatpants and a sweatshirt while smiling all devious. Dude is a deadbeat, yet got reasons. Not an excuse! He lost the woman he loved and that resorted him back to his old self. He sold Megumi to the Zenin clan because he believed if Megumi inherited the technique, which he did, he would have a better life than he did with the Zenin clan. Was it right? No, but it was to Toji at the time. He cares about Megumi to some extent because even with coming back to life and fighting his son, he had been acting on pure instinct. Yet, looking Megumi dead in his face is what snapped him out and once he learned Megumi chose to use "Fushiguro" as his surname, Toji with out a smile for his son.

During his time on screen, there hadn't been a moment that Toji wasn't entertaining. (Can't believe that's DIO BRANDO that voices Toji.)

Next, Kenjaku, they're like... the villain behind the villains. They're responsible for a lot of what happened to the others. Hell, their intellect is part of what kicked off the plot. If Kenjaku did not know how to make curse objects, Yuji would not have eaten Sukuna's finger. Kenjaku is a cunning, evil individual. Playful, manipulative, aloof. Yet, Kenjaku ain't no coward. Someone challenges them and Kenjaku is about it now.

How do they move in those robes the way that they do in fights? I don't know. (Yeah, that's a question I have for Suguru, too. Like, are those robes heavy or... nevermind.)

Like, Toji and Sukuna who I'll talk about later, Kenjaku doesn't bore me. While Toji is more of that bloodthirsty active kind of villain, Kenjaku reminds me of a villain that will sit in a big chair with a cat on the lap and monolgue. Then it's like when they get up, they show you why you should have your guard up and not take them lightly.

But the thing with Kenjaku is, they don't try to make others fear them or even follow their plans to be worshipped. They just do whatever they want. They're unhinged but not in a feral, loud way. It's more sly and unexpected because when you think Kenjaku has done something wild, here comes something even more wild.

There's also the fact that the mangaka took the classic tropes of the MC having an absentee father (parents in Yuji's case) and evil dad and played with them here a bit.

Oh, Kenjaku is someone's evil dad, alright. But they ain't Yuji's. Yuji's dad, we know Yuji has some recollection of him that he doesn't really remember much of, but the mom? Not so much. I wonder, Kenjaku, as to why that is. I know you know the answer!

Now, for Sukuna!

As I said, he's my favorite out of the three.

He is downright evil. I doubt there is a single drop of good in that demon's heart.

A while ago, I saw a video of a guy reacting to a post about which out of the selection of characters is the best inner demon and he said Sukuna (if I remember correctly). His reasoning is why I so. Kurama was a choice, too, that I remember. And with Kurama, he got better and got along with Naruto. That's good and all (I don't hate it), but when I see the word "demon", I think of "vile, evil, embodiment of pain and anguish".

That's what Sukuna is. He is a "good demon" for the simple fact that he just is evil. He doesn't care to get along with Yuji and vice versa. It's what I love about their dynamic. They stand on far sides of a field, opposing the other without the need or want to find some common ground.

Mahito was great as someone who made Yuji question his morals and his part in the battle curses and humans. But Sukuna? Yeah, he's the source of Yuji's suffering since the start.

Sukuna is sadistic, immoral, selfish. Dude immediately wanted to paint the streets red and not with paint when he was reincarnated.

Folks call him "Fraudkuna", but no. He's not a fraud. Sukuna ain't stupid. He has intellect that he does use. He grasps onto things quickly. He witness, he learns and applies. He's not faking anything. A fraud is someone who fakes. Sukuna doesn't do that.

Yeah, Gojo put in work, of course he did. He wasn't titled "the strongest" for nothing. Sukuna even acknowledges that.

That's also another thing with Sukuna that interest me. He's evil, but at least he'll give you your props if you impressed him. Which honestly, I rather not be praised because it seems if you're someone if he acknowledges as strong, you either die by his hand or possessed. Except for Yuji, who he hates with every fiber in his body and does not respect.

But that's fine, because Yuji ain't looking for it. (Yeah, those two are my favorite two. Funny, isn't it?)

Also, bonus points, but I also love Sukuna's nails (when he has them painted and long) and pink hair (which he apparently had in his OG form). And the tattoos are nice.

I just...

Toji, Kenjaku, and Sukuna all have so much we know about them, yet still don't know much about them.

How did Sukuna become the King of Curses exactly? What is Kenjaku's true form? Toji's history with Megumi's and Tsumiki's moms? So many other questions.

They're all human, but not too human.

Overall, yeah, all three of them play/played well as antagonists for me.

[foxydivaxx]

Zosan: Look What You Made Me Do Chapter 6

Sanji POV

I began to observe something about myself, something that I had been denying for years. I am not so different from Nami. I want the finer things in life. I want to be loved,I want to be free. That was why I became a Strawhat in the first place. But my approach to life is different. 

Nami is Miss Independent, driven by a traumatic experience no thanks to a certain smelly fishhead. I on the other hand am driven by grief, neglect and sorrow. I lost the only support I had who happened to be my mother. Sure, I had Reiju but she could barely do much. I still love her though.

I was bullied, tortured and ridiculed for years. I was brought down to nothing for showing my emotions, for displaying what was seen as a weakness in the eyes of my brothers and fathers. As far as they were concerned, I was never a real man. I was a mistake.

All that time I spent all alone in that dungeon wearing that mask,I was begging for death. I never gave myself the chance to be selfish. I was always acting in service to others but ignored myself because as far as I was concerned, someone as messy as I was deserved none of that good shit.

So imagine my surprise when the others came to rescue me from the wedding plot. Like Luffy has saved everyone else so why me? I am just a mere cook. Well according to Luffy, no food equals no life. 

No one has ever given me respect for jackshit or love. At times I wish I did become evil and destroyed the world and everyone else around me. Maybe that is why Zoro is with me now. Could be that the others have been sensing whatever dark energy that lay dormant within me and may be trying to distract and protect me from myself?

But why bother? I can barely keep myself together. One minute I am as sweet as sugar and the next I snap like a fucking fire breathing dragon. I act as though there are two people with me. No one knows what that’s about just yet. But there is a part of me that fears that whatever evil demon that is inside me is about to go on a rampage. 

I have days when I am fine but there are days I lose my mind. Like I would wake up in the middle of the night and just start screaming. My heart begins to pound as I pant heavily. I look around and realize that I was back on the ship. Meaning that we have left that island a long time ago. A sharp pain hits me in the chest and then I remembered why we had to leave.

A couple hours ago, we were attacked on Greenville Island by none other than my father and the Germa army. Turns out Akuma placed a tracker on me during one of our sexual rendez-vous. Hmm…well played.  Either way, Zoro destroyed that tracker once he found out and went feral almost immediately.

Either way, they attacked us and I immediately jumped into action and went to fight my father head on despite Marimo warning me not to do so. Perhaps I should have listened because once again, I was up short. I could not stand a chance against that bastard. Oh and he proceeded to stab me and slash my chest with that stupid sword of his, leading to me losing a lot of blood. How cute. Definite winner of the Father of the Year Grand prize. Pfft…yeah right. 

I lost consciousness after that and we all fled the island. It seems my stunt with Akuma rattled the old fool and so now he is after us and wants us dead. Well, me more so than the others because I was the one that killed that old oaf’s guy. 

I find it hilarious that the motherfucker would care about Akuma like that. Like Akuma was meant to be a means to an end. So why care about him? Unless my little theory about their relationship is true. 

Now, I never met Akuma prior to our sexual relationship. But I also cannot help but suspect that father dearest might have been a closeted bisexual and only married mum because he needed heirs to his now tainted throne.

Germa has a very bloody history that spawns 300 years of bloodshed, slavery and racism which was why I stopped referring to myself as a Vinsmoke even though the world refers to me as such. 

I guess Marimo is on watch duty today because he is nowhere to be seen in this room. I try to get up but thanks to the sharp pain, I decide to lay back down. All this time I have been trying to run away from my past, to discard parts of me that I thought never made sense because the world I found myself in never supported or accepted certain aspects of my personality.

Like me showing kindness to others for instance. Or my love for cooking. Or even me being attracted to guys. My deep internal turmoil is so great that I literally cry myself to sleep almost everyday because who would understand my pain?

“You okay Sanji?”

I look up to see my beloved captain Luffy sitting next to him, a caring smile on his face. I still cannot believe that this guy right here still cares for me and was willing to protect me back there. Him and the entire crew. I cannot believe that some people actually love me and are willing to help me regardless of my flaws.

“I…” I could not put m feelings into words because how could I? I just started sobbing. For the first time in a while, I felt like the little boy that was trapped in that dungeon. The kid Judge disowned and pronounced dead to the world because I was not good enough for him.

Luffy just pulls me into a gentle hug and does not say a word. It is almost as though he understands my pain. It was then that I feel another soul outside feeling worried about me. Marimo. Marimo and I have always had this strange emotional link with each other. Whenever one was endangered or was feeling blue, the other would know and would try and send as much caring energy to the other.

Marimo listened to my heart and understood my fears and worries and was trying to reassure me in his own way. Luffy probably felt it from wherever he was and came down here just to check on me.

“It’s okay Sanji. You are gonna be fine. You’ve got us.” says Luffy. I just nod and sob and pout. I do not have enough strength to face the old man now. But I will need to gather strength as soon as possible. 

“That reminds me. Nami got in contact with Law. He said that we should go to the next neighbouring island and stop there. I believe there is something that could help you there. Who knows?”

I hope so because I need a lot of power to take down that old bastard and destroy him for good. I am sick of being hunted down by that bastard. I want him wiped off the face of this Earth. After spending Lord knows how many hours in tears, I eventually sleep off in Luffy’s arms.

[cult-of-the-eye]

Tell me your Criminal Minds thoughts! (please if your still gripped by it) <3

oh boy being gripped by it is an understatement

get ready folks

ok so when i first started it i was hesitant cause like i was coming out of a bad time and i was like i need something new to focus on but i'm not sure if this'll make me feel worse or better but i'd heard good things about it and some stuff about people thirsting over a skinny autistic white guy and then i started it and i was GRIPPED ok i should've known it would join my list of hyperfixations cause i'm such a sucker for found family going through horrific things partly cause they're trying to solve things in their own past and this is pretty much exactly that but more on the angst than fluff side

anyway on to the characters my beloved <33333

Gideon

i am SUCH a slut for this kinda character like renowned kinda eccentric genius forced away from his field after a traumatic event then coming back to that field

and gideon oh man he was so fucking cool i loved that guy

he was literally everyone's dad i just-

the whole elle calling gideon dad storyline made me giggle

i was so sad that he retired but you know what i'm glad cause the poor guy deserved a fucking BREAK

he's just so iconic, like him being spencer's father figure, him screaming bloody murder in that one house to show it was sound proofed or whatever, him telling elle not to call him dad, him sharing the orange with his coworkers, him going beserk over the one child that got kidnapped and literally BUSTING into the kidnapper's house and he's always so gentle with the kids and it's so fucking sweet, him and his little cabin this man deserves so much rest i love him

in my head he is happily fishing in a cabin somewhere

Elle!!!!

I LOVE HER I LOVE HER I FUCKING LOVE HER

she is so fucking underrated man

she's just so COOL and like she's introduced as like this ambitious smart badass FBI agent but she's also so insanely caring about the female victims

like she acknowledges how difficult it is to be a female in that position and also keep sane having seen all that shit happen to the female victims

i really fell i love with her during one of the earlier episodes where she's talking to a rape victim and she sees that she's uncomfortable and takes her away from the men to give her some space and the opportunity to talk to a woman i just

she's so fucking fierce and loving and i would do ANYTHING for her

my girl did NOTHING wrong

all the shit that went down in the fisher king i will never get over that, like she could've been furious at any of the team and blamed them for what happened to her but she didn't

it's wild to me that the best criminal profilers in the US couldn't see that elle desperately needed help

i will always remember the time she opens up to reid about how she can still feel the guy's fingers inside her bullet wound and i just AH she needed the compassion that she usually provided but she didn't get that and so she broke

i am a fierce defender of elle greenaway i love that woman and i was DEVASTATED when she left i cannot believe we only got 3 seasons of her

(she's also hot)

Hotch

oh man i have so many thoughts about this man but i can't properly articulate any of them

first of all, smash.

now we've gotten past that, i'm such a sucker for grumpy caretaker characters who barely smiles but when he does it's wonderful and meaningful

he knows his team and it fucking shows i just love this guy so much

i was so sad when hailey divorced him, i thought he was gonna be the one guy with the semi healthy family life but guess not

although i understand why she did, they needed different things than each other

the part that really made me go feral was when he was talking to that one serial killer and he was like some people who were horrifically abused grow up to kill and torture others but others grow up to catch them

i was like OH FUCK that resonates, vowing to never do what was done to you and stop others from ever feeling the same way you did

but then they did nothing with that storyline which was a little disappointing but i did like it

also he's a father

Spencer

i went into this only knowing about the hype for this guy and boy do i understand it

i am not into men but i would make an exception for this man right here

something about his autistic transmasc puppy dog swag has captivated me

the fact that he is autistic and comfortable letting the mask up a little around these people and!! they still!!! love him!!! it just makes me so fucking happy

like if he can do a job where his skills are seen as insanely useful and it's a part of him that's loveable then maybe i can too!!

he's so cute this skrunkly little white guy i don't really have the words to explain i want to throw him against a wall and then feed him soup

they always put these ones through the most trauma i feel

but we do love to see it

like break pretty boy break!

JJ

gorgeous gorgeous girly i love her

she's so funny and confident and sweet and smart and like what even else is there to say she's literally just everything

Morgan

i LOVE morgan with all my heart

like he's the older brother of the team, his friendship with literally everyone is everything to me

the way he calls reid pretty boy and teases him and his whole platonic soulmate ship with garcia (i don't ship them personally i see them as absolute besties) and his general just charming, funny, likeable demeanour

and then we get hit by the episode where he reveals that he was molested as a kid

i didn't cry but i got extremely close

it's always those ones who have the most devastating backstories

his whole speech about how he was the one who got himself out of chicago, not his abuser, he did that all by himself oh man

that was a punch in the gut.

i love him <3

Garcia

she is an ICON she is The MOMENT she is EVERYTHING

i fucking love her i would kill for her

her personality seeps into EVERYTHING man she is just so unabashedly herself and it's so fucking wonderful to see

she's quirky and upbeat amongst all the horror and its so fucking refreshing i am so in love with her confidence especially as a mid size person myself

she's so sweet she's literally everyone's best friend her energy is so infectious ahhhhhh love her <3

Prentiss

i saved my fave for last :)

at first i was like she will never replace elle i don't trust her but then she didn't replace elle, she was awesome in her own way

first of all. SMASH. she's so insanely hot i would die for her

her voice, her eyes, her hair, her personality oh my god

she's just so fucking driven and compassionate and has her dry humour that makes me so insane about her

i have no words

she's just everything to me

yeah ok. thanks for asking!!! writing this absolutely cheered me up after a bad day :)

[romanarose]

Leather and Lace: Final chapter sneak peak

Special thank yooooouuuu to @welcometostayingawake for helping me pick out the swimsuit for this chapter, as well as the lingerie that will pop up at the end of the actual chapter, and listening to my ramblings and insanely detailed thoughts about what Laci would or wouldn't wear. Is it weird for me to think this in depth about what a character i completely made up would or wouldn't wear? Yes. Yes it is. but Mona listens to me anyway. I'm gonna get waaaaaaaay worse when it comes time to look for wedding dresses-uuuhhh I mean.. spoilers! XD

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“I’m not wearing a lifejacket!” Laci insisted as Benny, Will and Frankie sat in the boat, waiting for Laci and Santi to stop arguing. Well, as much as the pair could possibly argue with each other.

“Then I’m not wearing sunscreen” Santi countered, knowing how particular she was about that. “And neither is Frankie”

“Oh no,” Fish raised his hands in defeat while Will groaned. “Don’t bring me into this”

Laci ignored him, as he wished. “You’re wearing sunscreen, you’re not getting skin cancer. I don’t need a lifejacket”

“And I don’t need sunscreen, so we’re even” She pouted at him. Santiago scrubbed his face, trying to hold on to his resolve, but it was hard when she looked so fucking cute. She wore white two piece, the bottom was cheeky, but she wore the wrap skirt that went with it, uncomfortable with showing that much buttcheek, but perfectly happy with the minimal coverage over her chest and waist, unaware of the attention it brought. Laci was insecure about her body being so underweight, and her A-cup and lack of ass, no matter how much Santi couldn’t keep his hands off her. She didn’t seem to understand how much she turned heads, thinking the outfit was simple and cute, not realizing how feral it made Santi. The second she stepped out of the bathroom, Santi felt himself getting hard quicker than he can remember since his teens and pulled her into the bedroom of the cabin under the guise of a ‘quick question’. He ate her out, grinding his hips into the mattress until he came in his swim shorts. Luckily, he brought a spare. 

“The water isn’t even deep!” 

“And you are barely 5 feet tall!” Santi crossed his arms.

Benny chimed in. “So are you, Garcia”

Will smacked him.

Frankie was tired. “Santi, put on the fucking sunscreen. Laci, wear a lifejacket”

Laci shot him a look for not taking her side. “You guys aren’t wearing life jackets either”

He rolled his eyes. “Because we’re all over 6 feet!” Fish groaned, taking off his new hat before running his fingers through his curls and putting it back on. "You could drown in a puddle"

Laci crossed her arms right back at Santi, mirroring his determined stance, and raising an eyebrow with a small smile. Just like the old days, Santi could easily read her expression. ‘You aren’t 6 foot.' He knew there was no malice behind it, and she knew he only meant well, even if she did feel a little childish. “I thought we were past you babying me”

Santi smiled back, and took her face in his hands, squishing them until she made a cute pout. “I’m not babying you, I just want to protect my baby” he let go of her face and tickled her neck just a bit

Laci giggled, beaming up at him.

The guys all groaned.

Will flopped his head back. “Y’all can’t be doing this all weekend, I’m gonna get sick.”

Laci ignored him too, looking up at Santiago through her lashes, giving her best, sweetest smile that she knew drove him mad. He’d do anything for her when she did that. “Santi,” She wrapped her arms around his thick waist. “It’s my birthday”

Santi groaned, hanging his head. Like the devil who went down to Georgia, he knew that he’d been beat. “You promise you can swim?”

Grinning, she affirmed her earlier promise and went to get in the boat with no lifejacket, taking Will’s hand he extended to help her in, leaving Santi to get in carrying the bags she had brought. Will offered his hand to Santi with a cheeky grin, but Santi smacked it away.

The day was warm, the Florida sun beating down on them, reminding the group why it was called the sunshine state

Santi and Benny had taken off their shirts in the sweltering heat, Frankie keeping his on to not make Will feel totally out of place for not taking his shirt off due to the scarring on his back.

Laci didn’t want to do the fishing, feeling bad for the fish as they flopped around. The guys had promised to kill the fish quickly to ‘put it out of its misery’ as Ben said. Santi was not having good luck. He didn’t really fish often, that was more Benny and, ironically, Catfish’s thing, the pair of them going out on fishing/drinking trips that Will was certain would end up with one dead. Santi had very politely asked for no alcohol on the boat. The cabin was fair game, but given Benny’s inability to pace himself and the way Frankies drinking picked up since attempting sobriety, Laci didn’t want to worry about anyone drowning. They all happily sipped on the wide variety of pop Laci was sure to bring, as well as the water she made them drink.

Everyone ate the sandwiches Laci had packed, taking a break from fishing and simply enjoying each others company.

Santi was applying sunscreen to Laci’s fair skin, wondering how long he could keep fighting the boner that was growing in his shorts, when Frankie looked up from the lake he had been peering in and nudged Laci “Hey, look” 

The two of them peered over the edge, Will telling them to be careful and not fall in, when Laci saw what Frankie was pointing out.

“Santi look! A turtle!” She pointed.

But before Santi could look, Ben came shouting “WHERES THE TURTLE!”, barreling to the opposite end of the boat, tipping the entire thing over.

Santi’s instincts went to grab Laci in some vain attempt in keeping her in the boat, but everything went wildly confusing before he even registered he was in water. Quickly, he oriented himself, popping up under the capsized boat. He could touch the bottom of the lake floor, but the water still rose to his mouth. Not taking more than half a second to take a breath, her dove back in, swimming under the boat and popping up the other end, only one thought on his mind as his head came over the surface 

“LACI!”

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cliff hanger!

Anyway I hope everyone is excited for the last chapter! Then it's onto Frankie's story. I bet no one can guess who his story is going to be with (sarcasm)

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[jeffsatursdayss]

The Eclipse Ep 1

Yes, I made notes on this, I have done it for quite a few different shows on my first watch but this completely boiled my brain so I need to type it out to make more sense of them. I also don't remember doing it so be prepared for an f-ton of nonsense

I watched this on YouTube so it's gonna be based on the four parts on there, with time stamps cause I need to order my thoughts

Part 1:

1:10 - Suppalo is a cult, I've watched literally on episode and I am utterly convinced of this already

5:02 - Khaotung is literally so hot like man wtf, you literally just finished taking a piss or something what

8:58 - "Catch me if you can" no joke I actually freaking screamed when he said this, and the thigh grab

11:10 - poor Ayan, I don't know who tf that guy is yet by my god I feel sorry for Ayan cause damn ✨trauma✨

12:52 - Khao is really hot, my gremlin brain was going absolutely feral at this point

Part 2:

0:15 - that's the high school from Bad Buddy, I shouldn't have recognised that so easily omg

0:55 - the ✨tension✨ is literally so palpable I could cut it was a knife

1:08 - Akk is definitely in a cult ( can't remember this part but probably accurate)

1:20 - EXCUSE ME!!! "You punch me once. I kiss you once." You confidently gay mother fricker Ayan are you trying to kill Akk and everyone else???

2:32 - Khao is such a good actor holy shit

3:35 - definitely a cult

4:15 - head teacher is scary af

7:00 - Pinkie knows something, I'm not sure what but she knows, and I know she knows

Part 3:

2:15 - Kan (I think that's his name?) gay panicking over Thua ( if I get names wrong I'm sorry but I know who I'm on about) is so hilarious and I'm so here for it

4:13 / 4:30 - Akk is 100% brainwashed oh my lord

5:15 - bro is not subtle ( also don't know who this is about, but applies to literally all the characters so far)

6:10 - how is Akks room so organized, the hell?? Is it something to do with the creepy cult? It probably is isn't it... Damnit

6:30 - oh Akks gay panicking, good for him (don't blame him Khao/Ayan is freaking hot)

8:40 - Kan and Thua being gay again, except now Kans deflecting with heterosexuality, wonderful

Part 4:

0:20 - god those 3 are so freaking weird, is this potentially a secondary cult?? If so I don't want it

1:25 - this place is definitely a cult, nothing is changing my mind about that now

3:30 - why does the guy who jumped the cliff look low-key like Earth (MLC) in certain angles???

4:05 - tragic backstories for the win

4:20 - oh Khaos crying, that's not good, baby don't cry

4:47 - seriously who is the dead guy, why is he in a photo from Suppalo, was he like a teacher or something?

5:15 - boys you are so unsubtle it's not even funny anymore, it's bordering on creepy

6:05 - confident gay Ayan/panicking repressed gay Akk, young love, so beautiful

6:40 - that cleaner guy is also creepy af, dude why are you just standing there!!!

7:50 - those 3 are still creepy

8:27 - why is there a hashtag about the school being creepy, what is this?

8:48 - Akk is 100% brainwashed, I've made up my mind

9:03 - Ayan is not ruining your school's reputation honey, you're doing it yourselves by being a freaking CULT!

9:35 - I WAS RIGHT! The guy was a teacher! I still don't know why Ayan knows him or gives a Frick but okay

After Watching:

I know there's a plot, at least I hope there's an f-ing plot, but currently the plot is not plotting in the way it's supposed to be plotting

I literally went through the 5 stages trying to figure out what the Frick is going on

How do I have so many notes from like 45 minutes?? There's something wrong with me, I swear

But!

New hyperfixation here we come I guess?? God I really hope not honestly, I'm still in Not Me and KinnPorsche

[twildflower]

watching build fighters oh my fucking god i love my boys so much

fucnin yapping again guys i think i might have adhd

why the hell do i keep saying guys. i nedd hep i need to be killed

i miss them so much theyre so silly i am sooooooo ajhdgfshfga this is so much nostalgia im aghgfhgsgkjfhakfhajkhdsjh and just episode one too i cant think how hype id get watching finale itll be so fucking awesome I LOVEEEE BUILD FIGHTER my fav gundam show.... mercury is second i guess i only watched mercury and i think its iron blood or whatever its called in eng im not even sure if its gundam lol but anyway i love sei and reiji theyre actually sooo damn <3333 i think they were the first two guys i ship together bc theyre actually so gay even tho reiji has a gf or whatever its like one of the first pieces of media i consumed and didnt just like whichever main ship the plot has... yea iirc. i think theres mainly only jp twinkle n shugo chara before build fighters but then i went back to main ship in pokemon xy and macross delta lmao... shits awesome tho i think im cool and like whatever i like i love sei so much hes so adorable and reiji is so cool and theyre blue and red theyre so made for each other like ahhghdgfsjgfhsgfisgfjgfjdghsuifguiwdg i think i mightve gave myself way too much adraline its fuckin 430 am and i wanted to cut my hair a bit tmr agh damn. i guess i could stay up the night and binge....hehe....... was watching horizons too i love horizons a lot i really dont mind ash not being protag anymore but the fact that they ended with him looking like a fuckin ugly ass idiot that looks even worse than gen 1 ash tho..... i have beef with only that fact bc like fuck you man i hate whoever the fuck made that artstyle after xyz with a passion i think tney deserve to go to hell. the fact that its a downgrade from gen1 is crazy. i dont hate that artsyle but i hate the way ash is drawn in that artysle like most other people look okay but the past travel companions and ash look fucking shit and i think theyre doing it on purpose and i fucking HATE THEM

ermm back to gunpla hehe its 6 am im so tired im gonna sleep em anyway i love them soso much damn id so build a gunpla of their moedel in the episdoe.... yknow my dad used to record the edpisodes when they played on tv and idk was it a bug or there wasnt enough space anymore so he deleted all the episodes excepgt the las one or maybe seocnd last im not sure but anyway we kept rewatching it every now and then and go feral over how awesone it was it was the best endin episode i wached when i was a kid like shugo chara i didnt watch or they didnt play till like season 2/3 i think the wedding dress end and all that shit was crazy but the only other thing i watched was jewelpet and it was like not as crazy as this one i like it alot but build fighters was a lot more visually and emotionallly stunning lollll

i think if i had to choose a best ending for all the stuff i watched itd still be xyz tbh that shit was stunning and so. urgh. my heart. i get. so much agsjhahlf. its just so good. peaked tbh. then itd probably be build fighters tbh like idk man. delta was like. cool. very cool. but like. idk. build fighters either is more nostalgic or whatever it just appeals to me more than macross. it would be third tho. i think it is. then itd be shugo and then twinkle. these are like. the main stuff i have really core memorty w lmao. yeh i uess this is it. gn im so eepy

last edit lol i didnt remember the uhhh handsome guy being just a guy that also liked gunpla a lot at the start lmaooo i just remember him being a bad guy turned good at the end w everyone to help destory the crystal........aghhhh i loveeeeee build fighters sm.....

oh yeah i guess i did watch brs too. black rock would like. hm. be at the bottom tho bc..idk. i dont have too fond memory and i like my stuff better i have my prioritys lmaooo.. hm. yeah now i really dont rmb anything i just remembered brs bc the blacckkk rockkkk shooooterrrrr is just ringing in my head its such a good song owo

[cryptid-killjoy]

Bam-Bam and Pebbles it was. Now Bastien understood.

And yes, Frollo was right about something. It was sadly why Bastien evolved into the complex relationship he had with Frollo when he first met Maddy as Agnes. It was only as fate ended up and their own story evolved Frollo became less and less involved as he hung around Esme's family. Bastien still has back and forth feelings about that. He doesn't understand fate. There's much he doesn't believe in or at the very least doesn't try to make sense of. He figures that how the powers that be work. If he was meant to understand it he'd be the powers that be not the other way around. So he just goes with the flow of what feels right to him. It's all he figures he can really do in lif anyway.

Bastien always noticed what Maddy wore even if he didn't mention it. He was a detail guy, fly on the wall, noticed more than he spoke about. She wore a lot of moons and stars, little astrological symbols. He noticed. He didn't mind them being plastered on her ass. It gave him more reason to look at it.

"I like your pocket."

Bastien liked all the seafood, but he had to say his favorite was getting to say he had purple ice cream. Ube ice cream. They made purple ice there out of ubes, purple yams, and it was sweet and delicious. He was glad she didn't seem to show any outward worries as they went off the beaten path. Things were going as swimmingly as he could have imagined. Does he just feel these places?

"Yes. I do. I think I have a sixth sense about them. They can see me. No, its more like they talk to me. Yeah, they just call to me because I can see them too. Most people don't look. They don't want to see."

He smiled because he just understood what he meant.

But it was finally FINALLY finally time to see the fireflies. Sure, he could see them in America, but it wasn't the same. They were disappearing in America. Bastien wasn't as old as Flotsam and Thomas so he couldn't say he was there, but he was a little older than Maddy and even he noticed. Lightning bugs just weren't around like used to be. Damn climate change and pesicides. Maybe with Feral being feral the population would start to grow again considering the state is one of the most at risk of endangered fireflies. That said Bastien wanted so bad to leave the area to see them in vast abundance where America didn't fuck it up and it could be more like something out of a movie, naturally. He was really excited now. He was grinning with Frankie on his lap the whole ride there talking about all these firefly population facts.

"Well, I know one Firebug the US can't get rid of." Then he pointed at himself like he were just too cool for school, can get him. No way.

When they got there and out of the car they'd get to join up with a small group of people who also had tickets to go on a small ship with a big buffet of local delicacies. It was part of the event. Dinner came with the firefly walk and short boat ride out where they could see the glowing plankton.

As Bastien picked up a dinner plate to load up very proud of this event he'd managed to arrange all on his own for once a man pointed out at the small dingy type boats they'd all get.

"Woah. Really?" He got more excited when he realized it got to be just them. He pointed his plate at the small row boats. "Look baby. Right there. We get to use those to go out on the river. You, me, and Frankie." Then he started giggling under his poofy hair as it swung to create a privacy curtain between them and everyone else. "Remember what happened last time we were on a private boat ride together?"

Yes, of course he was referring to the swan boats. Of course right now they were on a much larger boat with the rest of the guests and their complimentary cuisine. There was lots of seafood. Bastien kept poking at things with squiggly tentacles and chose pork dishes instead. They were surrounded by trees and if he were being honest it reminded him of swamp only without the smell of swamp.

Maddy slowly, lovingly, ran her fingers through his long hair. Brushing it after a shower had become one of her favorite things to do. Where it felt like things could slow down and just be for a little while. No running around. Just the smooth, fluid motions of the brush and his puffy hair. It almost felt that way now. Letting everything slow down for a moment and just listening to the story, even if it was a bad one. She was going to ask him to explain but the fact that he started to do so without her asking, it was noticed. It felt like a new door was opening.

She was frowning through the story, thinking about what she knew about Quasimodo. She only knew him through her mother’s stories, through Bastien’s. And it was all too easy to imagine a day-time Bastien being put up on a stage like that. She let out a shaky breath, and stayed close, paying rapt attention.

“I’m sorry that happened to your father,” She said, sincerely. “But - Frollo was still wrong. Yes, there are some cruel people out there who do horrible things like that. But not everyone is like that. It’s just really unfortunate and frustrating that all of the awful ones were in the same place at that time.” Frollo being right about something? She wasn’t going to accept that for a moment. But the mention of Piper and Clopin, it did make her nod, smile a bit. She loved Bastien and Piper’s friendship, how even when there were times when he didn’t tell her everything, Piper was there. “We’re family, Bastien, and they love you. I believe that.”

Bastien was a peculiar man - but in Feral, death seemed a close neighbor while something like a clown was foreign. The world of its inhabitants has changed.

That was a huge compliment. She was a good mama bear. It went beyond the Halloween costume. And Bastien - he was the greatest Papa Bear. The memory of when his hair was even poofier, standing upright, it made her laugh again, her smile easy on her face. “The most epic,” She agreed. “That’s a good idea, it looked like it was really warm.”

Totally yes - they were going to be the Bam-Bam and Pebbles and it was going to be one of the cutest Halloween costumes ever.

“Love you, Bastien Bellerose,” She answered back, meaning it fully.

First night, after flight, sleep tight. Eventually just end up picking up Frankie and falling asleep with her attached to her breast, in an attempt to get rid of the grogginess that the very long flight had caused. Waking up almost out of habit to hold onto Bastien’s hand when he went through the painful transformation and to kiss his brow afterwards and wipe the sweat from his forehead, and then conked back out for a little while longer.

The day was spent looking through brochures and thinking about what they were going to do. They had at least some definite plans, the prison, and the rest could be more on the spontaneous side. See what they could see. And they had to check out the rooftops at least once. That’s what Maddy wanted. The architecture where they were staying wasn’t as third world as expected, and they could probably find some really beautiful views.

She sat on the bed, one ankle over the other, reading through the pamphlet that Bastien - maybe Jetsam? - had picked up the night before while Bastien was giving their daughter her bottle. “Okay,” She nodded with a smile, with understanding. She couldn’t blame him for that at all. “That sounds good - I’m sure there’s still so many things that we could do.”

When they did go out, she wore her most comfortable shoes. It was a nice warm climate, so they didn’t have to bother with their big coats over here. She went with casual clothes, nothing that screamed ‘rich bitch’ like a beret or anything. Though she had Bastien, and her powers as a backup, she knew they were going into a rougher part of the city, and she wasn’t inviting trouble if she could help it.

Moving and grooving and learning every step of the way. Maddy had picked up a phrasebook from one of the stores. She found languages to come quite easy to her, perhaps its from growing up bilingual? She was even learning some Spanish for when they visited Peru. She grew fond of Banana Q, which was a Filipino Street Food, a deep fried sweet plantain coated in caramelized brown sugar. What wasn’t to like? And then things started turning rougher the more that they went but her excitement for the trip and curiosity didn’t wane.

“You just feel these places, don’t you?” She asked, looking to her husband, noticing the waggled brow, the excited expression that he so rarely had in Feral anymore.

It was a little difficult to get a cab out here but they managed it. Maddy just gave Frankie over to Bastien to hold in his lap for now. His arms seemed safer somehow, on these bumpy unpaved roads as they went towards the fireflies. She was excited, already getting flashbacks to their wedding night when they stopped on the car ride back home in a field of fireflies, having their final wedding dance there without music. It had been beautiful. This was sure to be too.

[romancandlemagazine]

An Interview with Derrick Bostrom from the Meat Puppets

Writing about any music is tough, but writing about the music of the Meat Puppets is really tough. Breaking beyond the noise of the early 80s hardcore scene, this lot scorched ear-drums with a wide-open sound completely their own.

Some called them ‘alternative country’ and some called them ‘cow-punk’, but neither of those weak terms did ‘em justice. This lot nabbed flavours from the full sonic spice-rack to serve up a most flavoursome aural stew.

They’re still at it today, and after a few decades of working ‘a real job’, original drum-smacker Derrick Bostrom is back in the van. Here’s an interview with him about the early days of the band and the realities of being on the road.

Kicking things off at the beginning, what got you into playing the drums? Was there a defining thing that set you off?

I used to play on coffee cans along with my records as a kid. My mom decided to buy me a ‘proper’ children’s set when I was eight, but my kid brother destroyed it after a couple weeks.

When I was 17, I got a cheap department store drum kit so I could play along with a friend of mine who had an electric guitar. I played it for a couple years before I started looking in the newspaper ads for an upgrade.

What sort of music did you listen to growing up? Did playing in bands and being up on stage seem like an attainable thing?

I listened to typical progressive artists when I was a teen. The Dead, Zappa, CSNY, Yes, Todd Rundgren, King Crimson, Eno… and The Beatles, of course. I got heavily into punk in 1977. Once I saw punk rock, I immediately knew I could do it, and started my plan for world domination.

The arrival of punk rock is often talked about as this seismic thing—but as I wasn’t even born then, it’s maybe a bit hard for me to get my head around how radical it was. What was it like for you? Was it a real, noticeable shift?

Punk was seismic enough to make a splash even in a backwater like Phoenix. My friends and I used to get good weed from some cool older guys in town who had turned us on to music like Gong, Eno and King Crimson.

They then got into punk rock, formed bands, got gigs and got local press—I was amazed to read about my friends in the local weekly. Around the same time, I was seeing my first interviews with Johnny Rotten in Creem magazine. I was fascinated. I got caught up in punk quickly after that, though I was alone among my friends, who thought punk was a joke.

How did all this lead into you starting a band?

I tried to talk everyone I knew into starting a band. My friend with the guitar and I had a duo we called The Atomic Bomb Club, but he was hyper-critical of himself and didn’t like performing in front of people. He was also committed to finishing school and getting a ‘real’ job.

Even back then, all I wanted to be was a professional musician, but it wasn’t until I got to know Curt Kirkwood that I found someone interested in the same thing.

How did you lot meet?

I initially met Curt because my friends and I had access to good bud, but he also needed more cool friends. He was a cool guy who lived on the uncool side of town. Eventually, we connected. He was open minded enough to take an interest in my punk rock records, and soon we’d learned a bunch of them. Next, we invited Curt’s younger brother Cris to play with us.

Do you remember your first show?

Our first couple of shows were private parties for friends. We basically ran through songs we’d learned from my punk rock 45 collection. In the summer of 1980, we named ourselves Meat Puppets, started writing songs and did our first club gigs. We were so feral that we blew everyone’s mind.

The second album is the one that gets talked about—but the first one is still pretty wild and unique. What went into the making of that? What were you trying to do?

We got a lot of attention playing so fast and so crazy, but it was hard to reproduce that energy and intensity in the studio. The first album is us trying our best, but we were very green so it didn’t come out as good as we’d hoped.

Still, the first album stands as a good document of where we were at back then. Most of the songs are cranky punk anthems with words by me and music by Curt. Curt avoided the stupidity of my lyrics by screaming unintelligibly. After that, he started writing his own lyrics.

You spent a lot of the early 80s touring with Black Flag. What were those shows like?

Our distaste for ‘hardcore’ audiences is what caused us to turn our backs on punk rock. We took too much abuse from Black Flag fans back in those days. We didn’t like the fights and the spitting and throwing things. We didn’t like the jock mentality. We retreated back to our hippy roots pretty quickly, taunting the audience and playing shit they hated until they stopped coming.

What else went on when you were on tour? I know the shows are obviously the ‘juicy bit’, but I’m always interested in the normal stuff and the down-time.

We liked to spend as much time in nature as we could in between shows. We liked to go to the forest whenever we could. But mostly, it was long drives between towns, begging for floors to sleep on and looking for cheap food.

Do you think some people missed the point with punk music? Were some people just looking for an excuse for violence and dubious behaviour?

Some people thought that violence WAS the point of punk music! We didn’t feel that way, obviously. But people tend to miss the point a lot, no matter what they think.

The music was fairly different, but you lot shared a lot of sensibilities with Minutemen and Hüsker Dü. I’m not sure if competitive is the word here, but was there ever any slight rivalry between the bands? Did what they were doing spur you lot on at all?

We never felt competitive with the Minutemen nor the Huskers (there were times, however, that Cris would become exasperated with my simplistic style and wish he had a drummer like Hurley in the band!) But in general, we didn’t feel like we had much in common musically with our SST label mates. We were just into our own thing too much.

That time in music is often mythologized (maybe I’m doing it right now)—but what are the things that don’t get talked about? What sucked about being in a band in the early 80s?

Doing it as we did, for a living, being in the band left us very broke most of the time. We had to tour constantly in order to make ends meet. This was not only exhausting, but disruptive to our lives. The upside is that it made us a great band.

How involved were you with the song-writing? How did a song tend to come together in the mid-80s?

I wrote most of the lyrics for first songs, the ones on the first album. But once I got the pump primed, Curt took over from there. After that, I contributed song titles occasionally. Since we rehearsed all the time, we usually develop a song over time during rehearsal. As often as not, Curt wouldn’t finalise lyrics until he got a song into the studio.

What about the recording aspect of it? Were there endless multiple takes and mammoth studio sessions, or was it all pretty laid-back?

Each studio session was different. Quite often, our reach often exceeded our grasp in the studio, so sessions could be fraught with frustration. I can confirm that it was never laid back. It would take us a good while to get comfortable in the studio.

Am I right in saying you all lived in a house together? Were you working at the time or was being in the band a full time thing?

We lived together for a while in the early days. Or rather, the brothers lived together and I crashed at their house most of the time. When Curt and his girlfriend had twins in 1983, I moved out. But we always lived nearby one another and were able to rehearse as often as we wanted, usually every day.

Up On the Sun was another fairly distinct record—but it’s maybe a bit more… erm… ‘stylistically cohesive’ than Meat Puppets II. Was there any specific themes or influences going into that album?

I suspect that Curt become a father had the most thematic impact on the album. But also, we’d been together for five years by this point, were always restless, and were itching to spread our wings.

Did you anticipate it becoming the classic it is known as now, or was it just another batch of songs?

I always felt that ALL of our output was destined to be classic.

Haha - fair enough. You lot played at the Desolation Centre Gila Monster Jamboree in the Mojave Desert which is often seen as the precursor to a lot of the big festivals that exist now. What do you remember about that?

It was a long drive out to the middle of nowhere. The PA was terrible. Our performance was just fair. There was a lot of psychedelics around. Kind of a pain in the ass gig.

I like your honesty there. I’m not sure if Mirage is a particularly popular Meat Puppets album – but it’s one of my favourites. For a fairly clean-sounding album, there’s a lot of natural-world type stuff on that album. Did you think much about the lyrics, or were they just things that Curt came up with?

Curt completed the lyrics in the studio. We had a lot of the music rehearsed, but he had a notebook full of stuff that he didn’t finalize until he had to record his vocals. This became a pretty common practice for him after that.

A lot of people dream of being in bands—but not many people actually cut it. How much work is actually involved?

For us, it was a full time job. Constant rehearsal, constant touring, lots of recording, lots of talking to people on the phone, lots of self-promotion. If you put that much into it, you’re bound to get something back, no matter what your endeavor. You don’t even need to be actually good if you put that much work into it, though it helps.

By the early 90s you were signed to a major label and featured regularly on MTV. On the face of it, this is ‘a positive development’—but how was it for you? How did the new business aspect, and the tour bus, change things?

We did a lot of good work in those five years, but it took a toll on our relationships and on our art. Ultimately, I think it pulled us off our game. But we’d been on indie labels for ten years at that point, and were sick of being broke and were near to burnout. Being on a major gave us a nice shot in the arm. Plus, the exposure we got in those years allowed us to keep working right up to this day, during a time where “rock bands” aren’t exactly in high demand.

You left the band in the mid-90s. What else have you been up to since then? Was it weird to work a ‘normal’ job after being a band for years?

Getting married and getting a “real job” saved my sorry ass. It allowed me to grow and mature and explore my potential.

Now that I’m back with the band, my experience in the “real world” is really paying off. I’m a better Bostrom in every way than I used to be back in the day.

You’ve been back with the band since last year. How do you think playing in bands has changed since back in the early 80s?

In too many ways, things haven’t changed at all. The band itself and the music is a lot better. But the Meat Puppets has never been a “popular” band, and just like in the 80s, we can sell out any three-hundred-person-capacity club you can name. But beyond that is anybody’s guess.

Have crowds changed much since back then? Do you think people react to music the same as they used to in the 80s?

Like us, the crowds have aged. But we still pull in some younger folks. By younger, I mean people in their 30s and 40s of course.

You lot seem to attract a pretty obsessive fan-base. People have written books about the lyrics, and I’m sat here now typing up questions about stuff from over 30 years ago. What do you think it is about those songs that register with people?

For one thing, our songs are fantastic. Second, Curt makes sure his songs are open-ended enough to be open to a wide interpretation.

What do you think kept Curt going with the band over the years? He’s been with the Meat Puppets the whole time.

Curt just likes to play. He’s lucky enough to have had enough success to allow him to keep it going at a pace that suits him.

What was it that brought you back into the band? Was it something you were wanting to do for a while?

I reconnected with the band when we were inducted into the Arizona Music and Entertainment Hal of Fame. I hadn’t considered rejoining the band at all before that. But so many people were excited for the induction that I swallowed my pride and reached out to Curt. Once thing led to another after that.

How do you apply your ‘real world’ experience into the band? Rock bands don’t usually hint at a logistical mind, but I imagine it’s pretty important.

Mostly, I have experience working with lots of different kinds of people now. I came straight out of my teens into a rock band, and never really learned that skill. I’ve also learned how to keep organized and stay focused on a a goal. I’ve also learned how to HAVE goals!

Makes sense. I think this is my last question; thinking back to the lyrics and the art that goes with the albums and everything, there’s some funny stuff in there. Is that sense of humour important?

It has always been impossible for the meat puppets to look at the world as anything but completely absurd!

Interview originally published in Roman Candle issue 1.

[fandom-junk-drawer]

The Witcher Headcanon (Modern AU) - Fighting - Bonus Scene Part 1

Appologizing in advance because I was really mean to Jaskier in this one...

Oh, d**n.... Well, that hadn't gone well at all...

Geralt was on the way back from a job in Rinbe when Jaskier called him. It was late, and Geralt figured the Bard just wanted to tell him about how well his show in Tretogor had gone. But Jaskier's voice sounded strange over the phone.

At first Geralt figured he was just drunk, but then he started picking up the tightness in his voice. The overly casual tone. And then the slightly too long silence before Jaskier asks, "Where are you right now?"

Just getting into town, now-!

I need you to come pick me up.

F*ck. He was in trouble. "Where are you?"

You remember that one restaruant Yen made us all try, and the food ended up being absolute sh*t? Yeah, that one. I'll be round the back.

Geralt finds him in the back alley ten minutes later, sitting slumped against the wall, one hand holding the back of his head. He turned, going very still at the sound of Geralt's footsteps, and his eyes had that weird light to them that he got when he was... "Easy, Jaskier. It's me." Geralt said as he stopped a few feet away, hands held away from his body where Jaskier could see them. "It's me. Geralt."

Jaskier kept watching him with that eerie stillness as he inched closer and slowly knelt beside him, trying to avoid the blood and broken bottles. Geralt reached out very slowly and carefully touched his bruised and blood smeared cheek like he'd seen Yennefer do. The feral look dimmed. "Geralt..." he whimpered, dropping the bloodied push knife he'd been holding out of sight.

He'd obviously been in a fight. There were over turned crates, scattered rubbish bins, and other debris. And there was blood. It was on the ground, on Jaskier, and pooling next to the hulking mass of a dumpster that squatted a few yards away. Geralt's enhanced eyes could see the motionless figure huddled in its shadow.

Geralt picked up the knife and put it in his potion bag, trying not to make any sudden movements. "Was that the only one you had on you?"

"I-I didn't want to, Geralt!" Jaskier said in an exhausted whisper, handing over a second knife. He paused to spit blood, "He came up to me as I was leaving and tried to start sh*t with me. Said he didn't like my face, or something. I tried to run, but...he caught me, and...I couldn't get away!"

"Then he got what he f***ing deserved." Geralt said as he gently pulled Jaskier's hand away from the back of his head. The hand came away bloody. Sh*t. He leaned him forward and found the three inch long laceration on the back of his head that was bleeding sluggishly down his back. F**k.

He pulled out his pen light to get a better look. It didn't look any better in the light. Jaskier spat more blood, and the Witcher looked in his mouth, finding that he was missing some of his teeth.

Geralt unbuttoned the front of Jaskier's shirt and started feeling around.

"You're going to do this here?" Jaskier tried to laugh between pained gasps as Geralt found all his bruised ribs. "Why don't we go somewhere more private?" *Suggestive eyebrow wiggle* "I know a guy with this really sweet vintage Shaggin' Wagon! It's got shag carpeting and every-!"

Jaskier covered his mouth with both hands to stifle a scream as Geralt's fingers pressed on the two lumps on the left side of his chest, right next to his sternum.

"Sorry! Sorry!" Geralt rumbled softly as Jaskier trembled and panted in short gasps, hand hovering over the subluxated ribs. He tensed when the Witcher went to touch him again, the intense, cold look back in his eyes.

Geralt knew that look. Jaskier had a feral side that would come out on the rare occassion, under certain circumstances. Being cornered and beaten in a back alley was one of them. It made things extra exciting because you never knew what he was going to do.

Right now his fight or flight response had been switched on , and he couldn't run....

"Shhh," he said, his voice low as he slowly rested his hand on his chest. He could hear his rapid heartbeat, and smell the adreanaline in his sweat. "It's me, Jaskier. You know i'd never hurt you on purpose."

It took a moment, but the Bard did relax again and go back to hiding behind the overly casual, cheerful mask. Though Geralt noted that the look in his eye didn't completely fade. The pain was keeping him one step away from his fight response.

Geralt found more bruised ribs on his back and a suspicious bruise on his right flank. He was fairly certain what it was, but he just needed to make sure. "Up you get, Bard," he grunted as he eased Jaskier's arm across his shoulders and slowly eased him to his feet.

It was a slow process, punctuated by Jaskier's muffled exclamations of pain.

"I need you to p*ss." Geralt said when Jaskier had stopped shaking.

WhAt?

It's going to be a long drive home, and I'm not stopping. And you are not going to try to p*ss out the sliding door while I'm driving like you did the last time!

Do I have to? I can't go with someone watching me!

Says the guy who had no problem hanging out the side of a van at 70mph to try to p*ss on the packed tour bus I was passing. I'll close my eyes, okay? Now go.

But he's watching me!

They both looked at the body by the dumpster. Geralt turned the pen light off.

There, now he can't see you. Take a p*ss already!

Jaskier leaned awkwardly against the wall and started watering the cobbles. Half a second later he said in a concerned whispered, "GeRaLt!"

I know, I can smell it. You're p*ssing blood. You've got a bruised kidney-! Geralt paused, tensing. He could hear sirens in the distance. F**k! They probably weren't looking for them, but Geralt wasn't going to take a chance. "Pack it up, Jaskier. It's time to go!"

"Wait! Wait! I'm not done! Jaskier protested. "Hold on a second!" he whispered, turning around and forcing Geralt to dance out of the way of the bloody stream. Jaskier aimed it at the corpse, whispering fiercely, his Northern accent coming out "Take that, ya b**tard!"

Geralt pulled Jaskier's arm back across his shoulders when he was finished, and headed to the van.

He sat him on the floor on a plastic sheet, gave him a towel to hold against the head wound, and then found the main street and casually joined traffic.

He stopped at the hotel Jaskier had been staying at and picked up his things, telling a worried Madeleine that he would call her later with a proper explanation. Then he drove until the town was a distant glitter of lights in the rearview mirror. Geralt pulled off the road and parked behind a bank of trees so he could take care of Jaskier's injuries.

The ride had not done Jaskier any favors. The bumps, turns and stops of in town driving had aggravated his injuries. By the time Geralt pulled over he was shaking from the pain in his chest and back, and was only able to manage shallow breaths. At least his head wound had stopped bleeding...

"I'm going to give you something for the pain, " Geralt said as he sat next to Jaskier and started digging through his supply cabinet. "So you can at least breathe easier. " And stop tensing like you want to stab me every time I move...

He rifled through the cabinet to see what he had. F**k... he was out of morphine.

Jaskier curled up, resting his head on his knees. "Don't worry about water. I'll take them dry,"

Geralt was quiet for a second before he broke the bad news. "I'm out of morphine."

"I'll settle for vicodin, if you have it. Lidocane is good too! I'll even consider naproxin at this point. I'm not choosy."

"I don't carry that other stuff," Geralt replied. " I do have some midazolam,"

"Midawhat?"

"It's like a painkiller plus a light sedative. It's a small dose, so the effects will only last about an hour. It's all I have, but... um... "

Jaskier tensed at the hesitation in Geralt's voice and lifted his head slowly to look at the Witcher. He already had a bad feeling about the answer. He swallowed nervously as Geralt held up a thin syringe.

"oh...f-f**k." he said in a very small, reedy voice, his face going pale. He hated needles. His hands shook as he started fidgeting with his fingers, trying to hold back tears.

"If you don't want it, you don't have to take it. I won't force you. But I will suggest that you let me give it to you. I'm going to need to get you out of your shirt, and with all those bruised ribs, and those two displaced ones I'm going to have to try to put back in, it's going to be pretty painful."

Jaskier swallowed, and blinked a few tears out his eyes, then whispered a thready "Okay."

Geralt let him have a few moments while be busied himself prepping the syringe, rolling his sleeve up, finding a vein, and cleaning the spot on the inside of his elbow. Geralt lightly rubbed his hand on his back, being mindful of the bruised ribs, and pulled him over to lean his head on his shoulder.

Geralt sat with him like that for a few minutes. Talking quietly and getting him to take some calming breaths.

"You ready?" he asked. "Y-yeah..." Jaskier mumbled, shivering a little as anxiety squeezed his chest. He swallowed thickly, looking down at the syringe before looking away as Geralt pressed his finger against the vein in his arm.

Geralt paused when he heard the change in his heart rhythm, saw him go white around his lips, and saw him do a slow blink. F**k.

Jaskier vaguely heard Geralt rumble "I'm going to lay you down," and felt an arm go around his shoulders as a ringing sound hit his ears and his vision faded out. There was pressure in his head, and a sensation of movement.

Moments later his head cleared. He was laying on the floor, a rolled up towel under his head and Geralt's concerned face hovering over him.

Geralt didn't give him time to think. He couldn't. He only had seconds before Jaskier remembered the syringe and either panicked, or tried to fight.

"Take a breath..."

Jaskier winced at the sudden pinch. He didn't even have time protest before the needle was out and Geralt was putting a band-aid on his arm.

"Generic band-aid colored?" Jaskier said shakily, sounding disappointed as Geralt helped him sit up.

"Sorry, I was all out the ones with the naked pin up girls with the ridiculously huge tits."

"F**k you."

Jaskier felt himself relax as the medication started to take effect. He was finally able to take a nice deep breath as the pain faded to the background. He felt pleasantly numb, barely flinching as Geralt helped him strip off his blood soaked shirt before stitching the laceration on the back of his head and washing the blood out of his hair.

Geralt kept talking to him periodically, asking questions, or giving instructons as he cleaned the blood off him and dealt with the minor cuts and scrapes.

Jaskier only felt a brief bit of pain, whimpering quietly when Geralt felt around the subluxated ribs in his chest. The Witcher didn't try to put them back in. There was too much swelling, so he decided to leave them be for now. There was nothing he could do about the missing teeth.

He layed him on the bed and rolled him onto his side to check the bruise on his flank. It looked like it was getting worse...

Geralt diluted few drops of Swallow in a water bottle and got Jaskier to drink it, then pulled off the Bard's shoes and jeans and covered him with a light blanket.

Jaskier shifted onto his left side "Wan' my blanket, Geralt..." He murmured, groggy from the meds.

Geralt dug through Jaskier's duffle bag and retrieved the worn blanket. He put it over him before dimming the lights. Jaskier grabbed at his hand when he turned to get his phone. "Don' leave! Please!" he whimpered anxiously, eyes clouded with fear. "Please don' go an' where..."

"I'm not leaving," Geralt said as he knelt beside the bed, hand rubbing the frightened Bard's shoulder until he relaxed and fell into a fitful sleep. He let his hand rest briefly on Jaskier's cheek before taking his phone and heading to the front of the van.

"Yen. Sorry to wake you, but...It's Jaskier...