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s0dium · 2 years ago

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Alpha!Gojo x Omega!Reader

A/n: I know its been a long time in the works, but its finally here! The second part to the Alpha series! I did not expect the sukuna one to blow up like ALMOST 10K HOLY SHIT. Neway I hope you guys enjoy :) ALSO THANK YOU FOR 10K FOLLOWERS!!!!

Synopsis: For most of your life, you did a pretty decent job of hiding the fact that you were an omega. So when you met your boss for the first time, the feeling in your stomach was un-recognizable to you. The feeling was fear, fear that someone knew who you really were.

Warnings: Stalking, drugging, DUB-CON, knotting, heat, breeding, sub-space, reader is love sick, pet names, teasing, dry humping, squirting, kidnapping (if you squint)

Check out part one!: Cursed (Alpha!Sukuna x Omega! Reader) 🔞

For most of your life, you did a pretty decent job of hiding the fact that you were an omega.

When you went to apply for a job people automatically assumed that you were a normal beta from your average appearance or your scentless body. Even your friends, ones who had stuck by your side since elementary school, believed the lie that you were, well, normal.

So when you met your boss for the first time, the feeling in your stomach was un recognizable to you. The feeling was fear, fear that someone knew who you really were.

At first you thought it was just anxiety about the new job and meeting such an intimating alpha. To be fair, Gojo was one of the tallest men you had ever laid eyes on and the fact that you could see his muscles through his suit didnt help either. But it was the way he looked at you that really set you off. Sometimes you could see his sky blue eyes glint behind the lenses and pupils dilate when he locked gazes with you; like a predator eyeing his prey. And then there where times where he got a little too close, like when the two of you were stuck in an elevator and he leaned over to press a button and you swear you heard him inhale the scent of your hair.

But then again, maybe you were just paranoid. Yeah, it could totally be just that.

“Y/n?”

You turned around from your office desk and faced your co worker, Kiyotaka was his name you thought.

“Yeah?”

“Mr. Gojo said he’d like to see you in his office.”

You thickly swallowed at the sound of your bosses name. “Did he mention what for?” You say, standing up and straightening your white blouse.

“Nope, just to have you in his office as soon as your available.”

You nodded, biting your lip and glancing through the glass door to see your boss in a dark blue pinstripe business suit staring at his computer.

“Ok thanks kiyotaka.”

Your coworker gives you a small smile before you head toward the glass doors; mentally preparing your self for the worst possible outcome.

The shut of the doors behind you alerts Gojo of your presence and he gives you big grin and nods to one of the chairs in front of his desk.

“Please, Y/n, sit.”

You smile softly and so what your told, making your self comfortable in the char infront of the desk.

“So, y/n,” Gojo leans forward, taking off his signature round glasses and locking eyes with you. And god, you are now painfully aware of just how captivating his eyes are. “I know about your situation.”

His words snap you out of your haze and send your mind immediately racing.

“Wait what?”

He knew you were an omega? But how? You spent so many years building the perfect facade how did he see through it? Was this the end of your professional and personal life? Would he try to black mail you? What if-

“Yes, I know that your house was broken into recently.”

Oh.

“Uh,” you cleared your throat, recouping your self and your composure. “Yeah, it was, how did you know?”

“Oh you know, office chatter.”

Funny, cause you only told two people here.

“And needless to say y/n, I’m quite worried about your safety, do you have a place to stay?”

“Uh not really, I’m working it out right now…” you trailed off, what was he getting at?

“Well as your boss i thought I’d offer you a place since it’s my job to ensure the safety of my employees. This company owns a vacant building, for recreational purposes or sorts. It would probably be in your best interests to stay there for a couple of days.”

You choke. “Sorry what? No, sir, I couldn’t I-”

Before you could finish, Gojo grabs your hand from across the desk and squeezes it. The hold he has on you is tight, like you couldn’t pull away if you wanted too. And the way he looked at you, the way he looked at you; blue eyes glinting at you like you were caught in a trap, made your stomach twist into knots and sent shivers down your spine.

“Please, y/n” He says with a soft smile and pearly white teeth. “I insist”

Your throat went dry, and you open your mouth to speak but no words come out. All you can do is nod, making Gojo grin.

“Fantastic! Well the day is just about over,” he chirps while looking at his watch. “So why don’t we head over to your house now in my car, pick up your stuff, and I’ll show you the place!”

All you can do is nod as your fate seemed to be in the hands of your boss.

It was very obvious whose car was Gojo’s in the garage of the office building. Probably because of the fact that it was the most expensive one there; it being a sleek black Ferrari with custom deep velvet wheels.

“After you.” Gojo says with a polite smile that could make grandmothers faint, holding the door to the shot gun seat open.

You nod a thanks and step into the car. The door shuts behind you and the one across from you opens and Gojo sits next to you in the drivers seat. There is a moment of silence as he starts the engine and backs out the parking space, but before he exits onto the road, he stops and leans over to reach for something behind you.

“Can’t forget to buckle now can you?” He hums, reaching over you and grabbing the strap to buckle you in. Your eyes widen as a wave of his scent fills your nose, and god, he smells like heaven. It’s a sickly sweet mixture between pine, lavender and something heavy, muskier. It clouds your brain and senses, and you want to bury your nose into it over and over again.

Which is strange.

Usually your medicine dulls your sense of smell since an omegas nose can become hyper sensitive. You were sure you took your meds this morning, you haven’t missed a day since you were a kid.

You immediately snap out of your daze and and pull out your bag, digging through your bag and pulling out the bottle of medication.

“What’s that?” Gojo inquires, starting the car and heading out onto the road.

“Oh uh, allergy meds, you know with it being spring and all.” You respond shakily.

Better take some now just in case.

You shake out three pills and sallow them, giving Gojo a small smile after you do.

“Well, I hope you feel better.” He says and you nod. Then it hits you.

“Oh do you know where we are going? I forgot to give you the address.”

Gojo’s eyes widen and for a second it feels like you caught him doing something, but he quickly gives you a small smile and gestures to his phone.

“Oh I have all of my employees emergency information saved back when you filled out those forms when you first came to the job.”

“Huh…..” you trail off, nodding. “Wow sir, I had know idea how dedicated you where.”

Something was wrong. Something was really wrong

The ride to the new place was excruciating. All of your senses where over run with the smell of Satoru’s in the small car, for fuck sakes you could practically taste the pine on your tongue like hot sugar. Your breathing was heaving and irregular and it felt like the seat belt was strangling you.

What was worse was the ache between your thighs that just wouldn’t go away no matter how much you clenched or rubbed. Your skin felt sweaty, sticky from the perspiration and you could see in the car mirror that your face was flushed a deep red.

Gojo has took notice of your state and asked if you were ok multiple times to which you responded with a nod or a affirmation when really you were getting worse.

“Y/n, are you sure your fine?”

Your stomach twisted into knots when you heard the way he spoke your name like it was dripping with honey.

“Mmmh, can you just uh, turn on the AC a bit lower sir?” You say in-between heavy breath.

“Y/n it’s already freezing, and please call me Satoru.”

“A-are we almost there?”

“Yup just around the corner.”

You breath a sigh of relief as you pull up to the garage or the building. But building wasn’t the right word, it was more like a pent house apartment complex. But you had to energy to question the luxury of it all, instead you were dead set on getting fresh air and a bed to rest.

“I got your stuff.” Satoru says, popping the trunk and grabbing your suitcase while you tried to catch your breath outside of the car.

When you thought fresh air and getting some space from your boss would be the trick, it only made things worse. It was like your body was craving for his presence, his scent, anything that was Satoru Gojo.

“Come on the elevator is this way.”

You nod and follow the white haired man to the elevator door, allowing him to press the button of the floor, and there is a moment of silence as the two of you stand in the tight space, and it’s then you realize just how handsome your boss is.

Sure his eyes were a fascinating but ever part of his face seemed to be perfectly sculpted in an amazing combination of ‘pretty’ and ‘handsome’.

“Hey we are here y/n I promise you’ll have plenty of time to look at me later.”

Gojo’s words snap you out of you haze, painting your skin a deep red and you timidly nod.

As Gojo opens the door, you step in and immediately a thick wave of his scent crashes into you like a tidal wave. Its such a sickly sweet it has you dizzy and a pool of saliva fills your mouth. You look around the pent house flat in confusion, finding a couple dress suits laying around and a rack of fancy mens shoes by the door.

This was-

This was his place.

That’s when it all came together. How he knew your house was broken into, the meds and why they werent working, how he knew your address, and that he knew what you were.

Click

The door locked.

But for some reason that was not the most pressing issue. All of your senses were over run with the presence, the smell of Gojo, making your mind spin like your body was drunk on him, An immense wave of heat had overtaken your body and hit you hard in the gut, knocking the wind out of you and making your knees wobble and buckle. This was exactly why you couldn't miss a day of your medication, because you’d be thrusted into a vicious heat cycle triggered by years of hormone build up.

“Wha- what d-did you do to my m-meds where did you bring me w-what is happening to me”

Fat hot tears start to fall down your face, and you begin to fall down but Satoru catches you; scooping your up in his arms bridal style and bringing you to his chest

“Shh shh shhh baby don’t cry, I’ll take care of you, I promise.” He says softly, sweetly, peppering kisses on your cheek and jaw as he walks over and sets on on the giant king bed.

You whine when he crawls on top of you and places his knee between your legs which brushes against your clothed crotch. You involuntarily buck up your hips to try and gain more friction, making Satoru chuckle; his shit eating grin widening

“Needy, arent you?”

You can only whine in response as he pulls off your business pencil skirt and hooks a finger under your pastel pink panties; pulling the material down to reveal your gushing cunt.

Your hands fly down to hide yourself but he swats them away, giving you a glare before sliding a finger up and down your wet slit; collecting the jucies before pushing the digit into your tight hole.A hand flew down to hold his arm but it was hardly to pull him away, no this was just you needing to feel any part of him under your fingers.Next he felt you clench and he almost grinned, knowing full well that, that squeeze around his cock was going to feel so amazingly good later on.

The first curl of his fingers knocks the wind out of you, as it hits the sweet spot inside of you that you could only dream to reach on your own.

“Hah~ I cant-” You whine and whimper, stomach clenching and legs trembling from the pleasure. You’re high strung, drool slipping from your mouth more and more onto the white cotton sheets as you cry out when the pressure in your gut builds and builds.

“Shh shh baby, yes you can, i just need to prep you before m’go in ok?” He coos, making you sniffle as you nod. You cant help but push your hips out, angling them so his digits reach deeper into that sweet spot that sent tendrils of electricty through your body. You don’t even notice that he had unbuttoned your blouse until he latches a mouth onto your hardened nipple and begins to suck. The added stimulation has you clenching around his digits and digging your nails into the fabric of his suit for some sort of stability.

“S-satoru I’m gonna-” your attempts to warn the white haired man in front of you falls upon deaf ears as he continues his prodding and curling of his fingers in your cunny. Suddenly the tension inside your stomach snapped and you were tumbling faster toward and orgasm then you could put a stop to it. You open you mouth to scream but no words come out. Moaning and rolling your eyes back you almost melt then and there on the bed as you soak his fingers in sheets of sticky liquid. Boneless and limp you can only bob your head when you feel yourself being manhandled; bigs hands grabbing the underside of your plush thighs and pressing them to your chest.

You watch through the haze of your orgasm and Gojo shrugs off his expensive blazer and lossens his tie, licking his lips as he does so. You don’t even notice that he had pulled out his dick until you feel something pressing against your entrance, making you look down and eyes widening as you do so.

“M’wont fit there’s no way it won-” your babbling is cut off when Satoru attaches his lips to yours and you practically melt. It’s messy, and hot, and your by no means as experienced as him and it’s obvious. Spit smears on other side of your lips as he pushes his tongue into your mouth, whines and sweet moans escaping your throat as he does so. The kiss makes you dizzy and you can’t even remember what you were so worried about, you can only think of one thing.

Satoru.Satoru.Satoru

“Don’t worry sweet cheeks, i was made for you. And if it doesn’t fit,” he hums, his voice just above a whisper “we’ll make it.”

You’re about to open your mouth to say something but all of a sudden Satoru pushes his dick into you until his hips are flushed against yours. It feels like your being split in too, and the way his tip smushes against your cervix makes you unable to find your breath. The unfamiliar feeling has you squirming and clenching around his cock; body desperately trying to push out the foreign intrusion.

“Shit you gotta loosen up doll, cant fuck you like this.” There were veins popping on his temple as he started to rub tight circles on your clit. Bolts of pleasure shoot up your body, and you desperately try to relax your body.

“Atta girl” He coos, withdrawing his hips before slamming into your.

The first thrust completely knocks the wind out of you. The collision with your gspot has you arching your back of the bed; eyes screwed shut and letting out a loud moan. Every vein on his cock dragged against your velvety walls, catching on your entrance as he pulled back before thrusting back in. his thrusts were deep, the tip of his cock reaching spots you could only dream of hitting with your fingers. Your skin is buzzing, and your entire lower half is shaking from the pleasure. His pace is brutal, unforgiving, and he grabs the headboard above you with one arm to help his brutal and unforgiving pace into you.

“Mm’so good- don’t stop, please don’t stop!” your babbling strung out of your lips without much of a thought other than how good he was fucking you, his thick cock driving in and out of your velvet walls. It was as if you were made for each other, your cunt sucking him in with each push and shove that hit at just the right spots.

“Not gonna stop,” his grunted through barred teeth, canines brushing at the delicate skin of your neck, “not gonna stop until I give you my knot-” He cuts himself off with a loud groan of his own before grabbing your ass and bring you upwards. Instinctively you wrap your legs around his waist as you sit fully seated on his cock, strong arms lifting you up and down his dick; picking you up them slamming you back down.

“M’love you! Love you so much!” The pleasure was muddling your brain, making you boarderline incoherent.

“Oh?” Satoru chuckles, delivering a particularly harsh thrust into your gushing cunt which makes you jump, “Knew you’d come around, want me to breed you dont ya’? Stuff you with cum till its spills out?”

You dumbly nod, drool slipping out the side of your mouth as you do your best to raise your self and drop your self back onto his dick,

Your ankles lock around his lower back and you cry out when the head of his cock kisses your womb, your legs shaking as you feel your self start to be thrown into an intense orgasm. You want to say something about the weird feeling in your stomach, how your skin is buzzing but its all to much and before you know it your tumbling toward the edge. It feels like your whole body was shot with electricity and color dance in your eyes as you float in ecstasy.

"Sh-Shit, shit, fuuuuck~" He chuckles into your ear, choking over his words as his hips sputter inside of you, hot cum fills you as much as you can hold inside of your stuffed cunny. You babbled and puled as it built and built and built, like there was a dam of his seed spurting into you. You unintentionally, probably instinctually, squeezed around him, drawing more out and he whined and murmured his praise. "Good girl, get as much as you can." You buried your face in the crook of his neck, breathing in his intoxicating scent.

A/n: I couldnt figure out how to end it im so uncreative LOL

#jjk smut #gojo x reader #gojo smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk x reader smut #jjk x reader

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just-a-space-nugget · 4 months ago

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Half-Life: The Employer AU

@sepko1 ‘s Gordon Geeman (or Freeman Immortal) has inspired me to revisit my own “Gman Gordon.” Funny enough, I made my Gman Gordon around the same time Sepko’s came about so I’ve had to change a lot to my own cause well.. mine was REAL SIMILAR to their’s lmao! But I feel like mine is more than just a “Gman” if you feel me? Mine is more like “the employer” in my eyes.

I may make a small “Au” or something around him. It would involve Sepko’s Geeman and even a few other people’s “Gman” type characters. Just because well the nature of the characters is based around the idea of multiple “Gmen” type people, being the employees. Each Universe has its own “Gman” that maintains the universe and each individual timeline they contain.

But the Employer. Who is the Employer? The Employer is the one who oversees all Universes, all timelines, all employees. Wouldn’t it be interesting.. if the Employer turned out to be a Gordon Freeman? Possibly even the very first instance of Gordon to exist in the Half-Life Universe. The Gordon from the very first timeline. The one who set the president for all. That would be my “Gman Gordon”

I’ve posted this before but here is the og Drawing. I may do a new one.

More info below if you are interested in my thoughts and ideas.

He would wear an edgy version of Gordon’s Black Mesa Uniform. His glasses would be tinted to conceal his eyes. He also has an HEV suit he sometimes wears that is also in more dark edgy colors rather than orange to keep him hidden. He can be seen holding a black mesa brief case (like Gman) but is more commonly seen holding a Black Mesa clipboard with what feels like infinite paper but only appears to have two or three sheets on it at all times.

Depending on what he wants to look at or what he needs the second or next page of the clipboard changes. The first page is always the cover of the Black Mesa employee handbook.

He barely retains any of his original self. He purposefully suppresses his human side to keep himself focused on his job. He still has his own Universe. He no longer maintains it, instead he has left it in the hands of the og Gman who he employed long ago to keep it safe. He occasionally visits it. It serves as a place where he can go to think and feel “at home.” Deep inside he mourns his Universe. Mourns a time when he was still human. Now he knows that all instances of himself and the people he cares for despise him. Even though no one knows he is the “Employer” (except those he has employed) everyone always thinks the ideals of the many Gmen and their employer are working against them since they seem to have done nothing but harm their ways of life, emotions, and morals. Gordon The Employer has to face the fact that everyone he cared for now want him and his plans dead. When all he wishes to do is keep all timelines and Universes flowing. He wants to do what is best for each instance of everyone including himself.

After all if he had never made the choice to pull The Freeman into stasis for 20 years, who would stop the Combine? How would things have played out? Yes the choice to force Alyx into employment is morally wrong, but those are human morals. When it comes to the greater good of the universe and its timelines, human morals do not apply.

Time is not a concept that applies to The Employer. He is everywhere, anywhere, yet no where all at once. He is a singular entity but is sometimes referred to in the plural as “The Employers”

Alternative Universes and timelines of each are constantly appearing, constantly changing, evolving. The Employer must be able to handle the task of assigning each new universe with its own set of boundaries, key events each iteration of the first timeline must follow, and its very own Gman that must abide by these rules and maintain the new Universe accordingly. It is not an easy job, but he has done it since the beginning of time and deep at his core he is still a scientist, and scientists thrive in challenges such as these. And with each Universe came new challenges, new threats to his plans and to the plot each timeline should follow. As time goes on he realizes a pattern all instances of himself, Eli, Alyx, and in some cases Vortiguants have begun to rebel against his employees. A Little deviation from the core plot is not is not a big deal, things can be nudged to fix such things, but too much is seen as a threat and must be dealt with accordingly.

Each “Employee” or “Gman” must stem from somewhere. The Employer originally kept to a strict pattern of using different variations of the same “Gman” across universes. But eventually he saw the potential for employing those he cared for, especially ones from timelines where he saw they had potential. Slowly The Employer began to replace original “Gmen” with the newly trained and employed Employees. All was well, he even spoke with them individually, assisting (as best he could) with their transition from being human to a “Gman” including the emotional and mental strain that can cause. (However with his own emotionless habits it proved to be less than effective or comforting for the others.)

All was well. Until he decided to try and employ.. himself. And thats where Sepko’s Geeman comes in.

At first he does nothing but watch from a far. When the gman set to maintain and train the new Employee turns up missing, and his other Employees’ ties to the Universe are served, he has no choice but to personally intervene. For the first time since the beginning of time he has to step out of the shadows and introduce himself to the rest of the Half-Life Universe. Having no choice but to collaborate with the Alyx and Vortiguants of this Universe in order to come up with a solution. At first it does not go as planned. Everyone in the universe rejects him and attacks him. Never giving him a chance to introduce himself or speak. Simply mistaking him for the rouge employee.. or The Freeman Immortal. Having to actually interact with those he cared about for the first time in… a while.. is challenging. Not just for the obvious reasons but because it touched the side of him he had long since suppressed. The Gordon Freeman part of him.

#sepko #half life #nugget rambles #gordon freeman #gordon geeman #gordon the employer #< that one is mine :3 #half life au #inhuman gordon freeman #gman #ideas #half life: the employer #the employer au #someone else #freeman immortal

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king-mera · 18 days ago

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what are your thoughts on frozen empire? What are its failures?

Oy Vey…

I've already ranted my thoughts both in posts and in private, so what can I say that hasn't already been said? I'll just try to summarize my main gripes.

The cast is bloated with too many characters and none of them have enough screentime to properly showcase or develop their personalities. It's honestly a shame too, because Afterlife set up Phoebe, Trevor, Lucky, and Podcast as the new main four Ghostbusters to parallel to the OGs, who could be their mentors. Instead we got the Spengler family, along with Nadim, and lars. It's not as tight and focus as it should be, in my opinion. I don't hate Lars, but his inclusion bothers me in particular because his role could easily be filled by other characters. I don't know why he's being pushed as "the new Egon" either when Phoebe was already shown to have so much in common with him.

Speaking of Phoebe, what the Hell were the writers trying to do with her? In her first appearance she was funny, clever, and brave. She had a temper sure, but only when she was pushed to her breaking point. She also knew how to be a team player, working with her friends and family to prevent the apocalypse. In just her second appearance, suddenly she's snapping at her parents, recklessly causing damage, arrogantly taking all credit for saving the world, and preferring the company of a ghostly stranger over people. Disturbingly enough, she develops a morbid fascination with becoming a ghost herself. Where did this come from? She behaves more like Rowan North from the 2016 film. What happened to the determined young girl who stood up to the god of destruction and refused to die? Now she's locking herself into a metal box and painfully electrocuting herself in a scene that resembles self-harm or suicide. All this to separate her soul from her body just to be closer to this girl she's hinted to have a crush on.

Phoebe never needed a love interest of any gender, explicit or implied. It doesn't serve her story when there were so many other interesting things about her that could've been explored instead. How does she live up to the legacy of her grandfather? Is she worried about repeating his mistakes? Does she struggle to be taken seriously as a child doing an adult's job? There were already two other romantic subplots that deserved focus anyway: Callie with Gary and Trevor with Lucky. Adding a third one at this point just comes out of nowhere. Not to mention all the other elements of Phoebe and Melody's relationship that make it weird, like the age gap between the actors or the fact that melody is DEAD. Even if you ignore the flirty undertones and interpret their interactions as platonic, it's still a toxic situation because Melody is only manipulating Phoebe to release the real villain Garakka.

Garakka fails to impress me, too. He has little in the way of personality or motive. His visual design has a striking silhouette at first glance, but it's rather plain compared to other ghosts in the series. There’s nothing about him that suggests the culture he’s from (what was a frost giant/lich doing in India?). I don't understand why they make such a big deal out of his horns either, they're the source of his power yet he's able to do things without them. The horns are also conveniently locked in the same room as his orb, so he's able to quickly retrieve them. They might as well have stayed stuck on his head the whole time! What's so scary about this guy anyway? He's cold, naked, and skinny. That's not scary, it's just me stepping out of the shower.

Well, I guess Garakka deserves some credit for killing that random store clerk. The only on-screen kill in GB film besides Shandor in the last movie, and it’s some poor innocent bystander. Normally I wouldn’t mind such a thing, but it sucks that Phoebe and Nadim are indirectly responsible for this dude’s death through their irresponsibility. All the characters seem incompetent here. The Firehouse and the new lab don’t have adequate safety measures, and apparently Egon never thought to plan ahead for if the containment unit got full. That last point is a non-issue that just wastes time since the lab has backup units and Garakka breaks the main one from the outside anyway.

There are several moments that come across as mean-spirited and cynical, from Podcast crushing the old lady’s watch (that belonged to her late husband) to Lucky and Trevor cracking sex jokes about Nadim’s dead Grandmother. I complain about Phoebe’s attitude, but it’s not like she has a good support network. Her parents are dismissive of her and Ray doesn’t ask her what’s wrong when she asks if he ever wondered what it’s like to be a ghost.

We get a happy ending when Garakka is trapped and Melody crosses over, but it rings hollow when nobody acted as they should. They only acted how the convoluted plot demanded them to.

Oh and those mini-pufts, how I despise them. They were fine in Afterlife but now they’ve overstayed their welcome and become the new minions.

This whole movie feels like a bad dream and as far as I'm concerned, it's not canon.

#mera's answers #pythoness94 #mera talks GB #ghostbusters #ghostbusters frozen empire #frozen empire critical #gbfe critical #anti checkmatch #phoebe spengler #IDK if I'm allowed to say oy vey if I'm not jewish but #that's definitely what Phoebe is thinking here #redrawing that one image of Bugs Bunny with her #was necessary to convey what I'm feeling #now hopefully I never have to talk about FE again

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carefulfears · 4 months ago

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knowing you, you have probably talked about it before but i’d really love to know what you think about mulder’s savior/sacrificial lamb complex. i think it was csm that mentioned in amor fati that mulder’s hero complex would be the end of him one way or the other and it always reminds me of this essay “the gods show up” where the “tragic hero” is described as a human who’s by fate already dead, but keeps talking and trying for the sake of something bigger anyway (aka that post where you said mulder belongs to scully but that just ends up being the reason for her hurt because he also belongs to something bigger that doesn’t care for his well being). strangely it also reminds me of that interview where dd said “mulder is a guy who has been given the problems as jesus” lol.

this is such a beautiful question...the first thing that you have to understand is that i genuinely view fox mulder as a benevolent second coming of christ and every written word stems from the point of view of its author, so. the second is that i think duchovny had an understanding of the character that made that story/franchise what it was and his description of a "profoundly human model of christ" in writing the base-work of amor fati (a conflict between larger purpose and desire for normal life) is as unironically insightful as it is extremely funny. the third is that when mr. x shoves mulder against the wall of the hospital garage in one breath and tells him "i used to be you. but you're not me, mulder, i don't think you have the heart" - it's as much endorsement as it is damnation.

if you look at these two quotes from the amor fati dream

CSM to mulder: "You've suffered enough - for the X-Files, for your partner, for the world. You're not Christ. You're not Prince Hamlet. You're not even Ralph Nader. You can walk out of this hospital and the world will forget you."

and later, mulder to diana: "I have commitments-- to the X-Files, to Scully, to my sister."

CSM is meant to be playing the role of the literal last temptation, the snake-like figure that has to lead his prey astray. but those three things that mulder still has his sights on (the x-files, scully, samantha) are three things that nobody else is dedicated to. nobody else is going to keep those cases open and search for answers and care about those victims. nobody else is scully's partner: working with her, looking after her, fighting with and for her. nobody else is inspiring her. nobody else is remembering his sister, missing her, looking for her. the mother that leaves him in a hospital room in this episode, is burning last signs of life a few chapters later.

i've seen people argue that the problem with this episode and its larger arc is that "CSM is right and the episode thinks he's wrong" but i don't think he is right. i don't think he thinks he's right. i think he's doing a job and mulder is doing a job, both playing their roles, and his thesis is that mulder has done "enough" and suffered "enough" for his list of commitments- but what's enough when no one is gonna tag you out? when the speaker is waiting for a clear shot? (i'm reminded here of one of my favorite audries fic lines: "he sits on the bed, the line of his shoulders going curved and uneven. even hercules would have dropped the weight of this world.")

which is all to say (and remember my point#1 at the top), that i wouldn't describe mulder's "savior complex" as even really being a complex, i think it's just the world. i used to talk about sometimes how moving it is to me that mulder was born into this world and was always going to die for this cause and the story is about people who choose to follow. who have every opportunity available to them and want to do this work at any cost. who won't leave him in it alone, at any cost.

it's scully at the end of the road saying that she would do it "all over again."

it's skinner's "if given the choice between advancing my career by being blindly loyal to some faceless puppeteers pulling strings from the shadows, or to throw in with you two, make no mistake about it. i'd make the same decision every single damn time."

and anon i really love that quote you shared, which is from the gods show up by michael kinnucan: "The center of every tragedy is the image of a human being who has already died but keeps talking, someone whose face is a mask."

which, as you alluded, is what i define as the tragedy of mulder's character. that he was always going to die for the cause he was born into ("there is no other version of this story") and perhaps more tragic: that people depend on him, at any cost. that scully dedicates her life to someone who will list her as his tethering responsibility, but who doesn't belong to her. cannot be predominantly responsible to her, of her. harsh punishment for fruitful crimes.

#side note i think they should've let david duchovny write biblical AU x-files episodes based around nietzsche quotes forever #anon this is one of the best questions i've ever gotten- thank you. kisses #that scully dedicates her life to someone who will list her as his tethering responsibility. but second.#that scully dedicates her life to someone who doesn't have another choice #(and please don't misunderstand me. she was right.)#amor fati

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dear-oizys · 3 months ago

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My thoughts on the latest 911 episode

Buzzkill

This was written while I was watching the episode

Noooooo the planes gonna hit the bigger aircraft!!!!!!!!!!

I absolutely hate Gerrard. Despise him. Take you your "unsatisfactory" to the fucking grave with your body you absolutely asshole. I hope you're allergic to bees.

Why the fuck is he bullying everyone like this. Chimney just cleaned the floor and that bastard just spit on it????????

Also why the fuck is he targeting Buck?? Im not gonna lie I expected dickbag to favour Buck solely cause he's white.

Why the fuck does this happen to Athena??? Can't they leave her in peace??

Buck I love you but you're so dumb. People can't quit their jobs just like that.

Nooooooo!!!!! Bobby got a job at another station???? Oh. He's on a set. Why is the lafd sending people to sets?????

Im asking the important question here. Why the hell were they transporting 22 million killer bees????????

Maddie and Josh!!!!!!!!! I love you guys!!!!!!!!!!

Gerrard better show some fucking respect to Josh. That guy has lived probably half of Gerrard's days and has definitely done more for more people than Gerrard ever could.

Buck. Why do you know so many bee facts???? Like how??? Gerrard you better appreciate good ideas especially when you yourself can't do anything but shout at everyone.

Awww Bobby and Athena!!!! They are so sweet.

Ooooooh. I feel like that there may be some animosity later between hen and chimney cause of the mara situation. Well not animosity but some sadness between them I guess.

No but for a second why did I think Chris came back??? Gerrard is taking credit for buck's idea????? Damn ok.

Last season I really liked LFJr and his character, but after finding out somethings I'm not sure I still do. But we'll see what happens and where Tommy and Buck's relationship goes.

I really understand where Chris is coming from but I still think that maybe it's a bit too much. I mean I'm not asking him to come back or talk like before with Eddie again but like uh huh and just straight up leaving does seem a bit rude. But honestly Eddie fucked up like a LOT last season. So it is kinda justified.

I don't like Eddie's mom.

Grown ups????? Bitch you should shut the fuck up. You're not a grown up. You're a childish, selfish, racist, sexist bastard who should DIE ( can everyone tell that I HATE Gerrard )

After causing so much trauma to hen and chimney, and now trying to do the same to all the new members of the 118. I don't know how the hell they put him in the same house again.

Lol its really funny how Eddie looks back desperately hoping it's not him Buck is referring to.

I once again ask. Why does buck know so many bee facts??????

"We'll this has both" chimney your comedic timing is perfection.

Not buck spraying perfume at Eddie while he's walking away 🤣

The whole Eddie running scene gives me life fr.

Duck tape is the best!!!!!!! ( I have never seen ducktape in my life, we don't have that in my country)

Wow. Buck was so happy and looked to Gerrard like he would do if Bobby was here, but Bobby is not here and Gerrard is an asshole.

Episode name drop!!!!!!

Not the Athena flashbacks. Please leave her alone.

Athena is so so so so badass. Like wow ma'am. You are so awesome. Did you guys see how fast she took the gun out?????????? The speed????????

Fuck. Fuck. It's going to be the flight that Athena takes with which the other plane is going to crash right. It's definitely going to be that one.

Ok weird movie guy. Why do you give me the creeps. I feel like he's gonna haunt us somehow, later in the season.

Ok I feel really really bad for buck. He has worked hard for where is today and he doesn't deserve everything that Gerrard is saying.

Ohhhhh he saved him. Ok ig

I knew it!!! I knew it was gonna be Athena's plane. I knew it!! ( But at what cost )

#911 abc #911 season 8 #911 #eddie diaz #evan buckley #bobby nash #athena grant #maddie han #chimney han #hen wilson #karen wilson #denny wilson #mara wilson #shes a wilson to be #jee yun buckley han #shes so adorable guys #spoilers #911 spoilers

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venusbby · 2 years ago

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lazy day? lazy day

☆ chigiri hyoma x reader, fluff

+ wrote this because im just not having the best day today lmao. but i was really excited to write for chigiri at the same time so here u go <3 its so short sorry lol

"what are you staring at?"

"nothing."

you continued to stare despite saying that you're not. chigiri hummed at that, giving you a pointed look from across the room, carrying on with the task of brushing through his hair as he checked his appearance in the mirror.

from your comfy position on the bed, it was truly a beautiful sight. you could see his reflection in the huge mirror that he stood in front of. you didn't feel your lips curving into a smile as you took in the details, your mind completely surrendered to what you observed. your lover had given up on what he was doing by that time, trying to figure out what you were thinking. his eyes followed you through the mirror as you swiftly stood up and made your way over.

"let me do it." you mumbled, taking the hairbrush from him and he let you.

chigiri's effort in holding back his grin went to waste. he just found it really adorable that you wanted to do it even if it meant that you'd have to crane your neck to look up. "is that the reason you were staring?"

his teasing tone was enough to bring warmth to your face.

you drew your fingers through his smooth, crimson strands. he sighed. it had been a while since you did that.

i had been a while since you both did anything, really.

the entire week was exhausting for the both of you. from his constant matches to your constant work projects, there wasn't really a day where you got to spend time together without some sort of interruption. but today was not that day and he's so glad because he could finally enjoy your presence.

"have you ever put your hair in a bun?" you asked, trying to recover from his knowing eyes boring into yours from the reflection. you could easily hide behind him so he wouldn't see your face, but you couldn't just give up.

before answering he shifted, placing his feet far apart so he could come down to your height. you cursed, obviously annoyed that he found this so funny, causing him to laugh.

"i have," chigiri answered sincerely, as if he isn't standing in front of you looking like an idiot with his legs so far apart. you shook your head and grabbed a hairtie from him, gathering his thick hair in one hand and slowly pulling it into a low bun.

it took a few more rounds of the hairtie, and once you were done you took a few steps back.

he just keeps getting prettier.

chigiri turned around, not in that ridiculous position anymore, which meant he was towering over you a little. you smiled, adjusting his hair from the front as well.

"thanks. now i can do what i want to do without my hair in the way."

"..do what exactly?"

his eyes trailed to your lips for a small second before he leaned in while pulling you closer at the same time. your boyfriend didn't like wasting time when it came to these things. your hands locked around his neck as his travelled from your waist to your face, lips connecting in a sweet kiss that made your grip on him tighten.

yes, he didn't like wasting time, but he was also a tease.

so he pulled away just as quickly, winking. "don't mess up the hair now, love."

you lightly smacked his chest, rolling your eyes. "whatever, my job is done. im going back to lazing around."

"and im joining." he replied.

"rock paper scissors over who gets to be the smaller spoon?" you asked while walking back to the bed.

"hell yeah."

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lizaluvsthis · 1 year ago

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What got you to start drawing the boys do you take requests? Cause I like the cafe au

IT MIGHT SEEM CRAZY ON WHAT IM BOUT TO S-

When I said I've been a SMG4 fan for 4 years, I left the channel for i dunno how many weeks or months has it been. Then one day I saw WOTFI 2023 recommended in my youtube page and was.

"Wotfi 2023? But I thought- wait- who are these characters again?"

Turns out I forgot that Ive only seen SMG4 and SMG3's (cocomelon ass) designs during wotfi 2022 where it was both of their first redesigns from the movie. I stopped watching for a bit cuz I got busy.

Then I came back to see they were both redesigned in a better version now. Now that I thought about "where was their second redesign then?"

So I knew that I had to binge watch every single episodes from smg4's channel right after wotfi 2022

I then saw how much Three has changed ever since after the 2022th christmas episode.

If I were to be honest, watching igbp for the first time in my life even Mar10 day. I was about 85% sure that Smg3 worries too much for Smg4's sake.

They both are cosmically linked and three can feel what the other of his partner is feeling soooooo?

*circles both of my hands*

Three's gay. He looked fruity he felt fruity. During the movie and during right after he helped four's ass to get his channel back from running again.

It suddenly gave me some time for my brain to tell me "DUDE WHAT ARE YOU DOING THIS COULD BE A HINT- THIS IS MAYBE AN ENEMIES TO LOVERS!" I responded to my brain like- HELL YEAH I'M NOTING THAT DOWN.

Cuz I cant just sit here and just "watch the movie without sayin nothin" I HAD to do something AND make analysis about it because thats what I do when I notice simple details!

So when smg3 confessed those feelings of his to Smg4 and even running to save his life back again and even after saying "we're friends!" This gave me a bit of a shock. Three. Did you know what you did? Did you realize how much it meant for smg4? Did you FORGET- that you said you and him werent friends during the 2020th wotfi?

So then after all of this time... that means smg3 has been the one and always a tsundere to smg4

Even after the castle disappeared, him and three's chemistry started going into an actual progress from both of their chemistry from the relationship.

Thats a dedication for me right there. I do it not only for fun, I do it for my wants, have, and needs.

I know its funny for a minor like me to do all of this dedicaded in just a simple job, I have all kinds of specialities to include my works and skills and use them for this fandom again from how I did to the past ones. (But those past fandoms are dead-)

Ahem- what was I talking about again? Oh right- 3 and 4... sorry got a little bit too chatty-

So I noticed even more about Smg3's notebook and was like- "gahd damn- three had his own personal notebook this whole time?! Whats even inside of it? I'm curious..." so yeah-

Now jumping to where I watched 2023 of wotfi again (twice now) to see its context about it- I was flabberGHASTED in after the "drawing" and also the mysterious tv guy whose also appearing on as the final antagonist in the modern era and a new one from the new era.

"Holysht. This is about to go bonkers for the fans making up stuff about those 'what-ifs' that smg4 made from the previous video back then. (The part where waluigi won or desti being alive)

I'm curious enough to see what happens and even if its about tv adware. Yes too.

(THERE. In November I started to become quite more invested from the fandom and decided to drop in my luggage and load out all of my junks called Info-Analysis?)

So- hello! (Again-) :D it was a pleasure meeting every and one of you all- I stopped in just to come back from the fandom that I never made commentary about but now I can ^^

I started with doodling and knowing basic anatomy and shapes of SMG3 and SMG4's design (the new one) so that I could start on doodling about them. But what I didnt expect for myself is that I had created a long time chapter of "Indigo Secret" that wasn't supposed to be there on purpose.

It was just supposed to be a "silly" comic about it from where ■■■■■■■■ to ■■■■■■■ about the problem and then the part in this that came into ■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■ from ■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■

*BEEP*

I took myself a big motive after my blog gained 10+ followers and more notes. I thought working here 24/7 would make me feel something more for destiny and the trip!

So- yeah. Work. :) even when I'm at school I also complete my assignments and all of the shts and after that I can continue on with continuing the pages and with some cute doodles with the boys from a scenario playing through my head.

Now you have me making all of this and that ^^

Thats whay I'm popular for :)

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2nd answer...

Thank you for liking the cafe au! It means so much to the both for me and shay from the collab to move on!

I did say from my boundaries I take free art request 1 at a time only- and I could allow a second art request if I do have the time ^^

Yes I do take art request :)

(Except for-

oc-shipping with SMG3/SMG4 cuz they're both together in the au

NSFW

Some stuff that I can't approve on-)

Ask away :)

Thanks for asking me stuffs anon I really enjoy talking ^^

#lizaluv #smg34 #smg4 #smg3 #smg4 smg3 #mario #smg3 coffee n bombs #shygirl4991

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jyushi-thoughts · 1 year ago

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have you watch the Takoyaki Party? how do you like it? I'm kinda satisfied cause I'm surprised by the descriptions about Totoko's growth😊she's such a nice girl who loves fish as always☺️☺️

OOC: I have! Funny you send me this ask, I was just about to talk about it on my main! EXTREMELY LONG RAMBLE INCOMING!!

Ahh what a sweet little movie.. While the wacky shenanigans are my favorite part of this show, I always still love a slice of life "nothing happens" kind of plot. And it couldn't have come at a better time honestly. I've been feeling like Totoko a lot lately.

As a character, Totoko hasn't really been focused on in depth very often, but it's clear that she's always had a problem with comparing herself to others. She always wants to be better than everyone else, and feels self conscious about it. She's also always trying to force herself into feminine stereotypes that don't really fit her personality or interests. It's nice to see that explored a little more here, though it's osomatsu san so they won't get too deep into it of course.

She's anxious at the pressure to become a "real adult" like Nyaa and her brother Fighting Yowai are. Specifically the focus here seems to be on having children. I mean when you really think about it, that's the supposed "end goal" of being what society says is a "proper adult" yknow? Especially for women. She's clearly feeling kinda behind when she's seeing Nyaa chan be an independent single mother, and now with her brother coming home with his wife and new baby. Totoko is nowhere near ready to be independent like that.

Sooo it's easier to just forget about real life for a while and hang out with the Matsus! They're always the same, ever since they were kids! They're not "real adults" either, but they seem to be carefree and having lots of fun every day! So everyone in town who has to work so hard, they can just party with the matsus for as long as they can!

The matsus are sorta anxious about their lack of independence too, but that feeling kinda lessened ever since season 1. It seems like over time they accepted it to the point where they're PROUD to be NEETS now, or at least apathetic to it. So to them, they don't really understand why everyone else wants the sleepover to last forever. Time stands still for them anyway.

Plus either way, while they are pressured by society to be "proper adults", it's kinda different for them as cis men. Totoko's focus on having children is something that comes with very different social expectations and baggage. Pretty much all women are expected to be mothers someday, and it can feel incredibly stifling and stressful when you know that there's a time limit on that. A time limit on finding a partner and settling down, thats terrible! Plus then, even when that happens, the idealized version is never the reality. At the party, everyone is so happy. The old guys are full of energy, and Nyaa's toddler is behaving as a perfect cute angel. But in the split second flashbacks at the end, we can see the tedium of their day to day jobs, Matsuyo coping with aging, the struggles Nyaa goes through to raise her baby alone, ...Dayon's cat dies or something.. idk

So isn't it easier to forget about that reality and hang around with the matsus, who always go at their own pace? That's way more fun!

I've also been thinking too, on a more personal level. Gosh this show is 8 years old. ITS 8 YEARS OLD!!! ITS IN THE THIRD GRADE! What a nightmare the passage of time is. So yeah I've been feeling like Totoko. And I'm sentimental about this show! For whatever reason, my brain decided to fixate on it for all this time.

The matsus were kinda my ambassadors to adulthood really. I just graduated highschool and was starting my first semester of college when I first watched this show. And the feeling of "oh god we're supposed to be adults but we don't know what we're doing!!" that went from being funny to WAY TOO RELATABLE super quickly. And man, back then I certainly didn't think id still be feeling that way after 8 years. I'll probably be feeling it forever. Buuut reality still goes on and time is passing, and we're all older and Nyaa chan's baby is a toddler now. But the matsus are the same, and for a little while we can forget about reality and party with them for a little while~!

Even if the matsus are reeeeeeallly sick of it..

And that reminds me of another thing too. When the matsus were like sick and dying and begging for sleep when the whole town was forcing them to keep partying... That.. was meta commentary right? Like, I can't interpret that any other way. Like the show writers are just trying to tell us that they're BURNT OUT. Which, let's be fair, that's understandable I guess. (I mean not to ME because I feel like the matsus have infinite stories they could be used for but. anyway.) If that's true, and the writers are just begging to let the matsus finally go to sleep. I'm kinda fine with it! I genuinely think that this movie is a PERFECT series finale. It brushes on the anxiety of adulthood that the show is known for, it gives a spotlight to the beloved side characters, and it feels like a nice calm little summary of the whole thing. We had a fun party with these guys, and we can go back and play with them whenever we get tired of being adults for a while.

...so yea! I liked it! :3

And I'll be ready in 20-30 years when they reboot it as Osomatsu-Ojiisan where the brothers are all middle aged lmao

#osomatsu san

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thebibliomancer · 1 year ago

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Essential Avengers: West Coast Avengers #39: UPSET!

December, 1988

Swordsman’s Corpse: “So, Avengers, you thought you’d buried me for good, but you were wrong -- DEAD WRONG!”

Damn but if this isn’t the type of cover I love. A superhero team reacting to something and with dialogue right on the cover.

This is also the end of Englehart’s run. Or half of this is the end of Englehart’s run. I’ll get into it.

Lets last time so we can dig in.

Last time on West Coast Avengers: Well, directly last time Wonder Man just sat remembering stuff we’ve never seen before for the entire issue.

But in a broader sense.

Mockingbird hiding some cowboy manslaughter blew up in her face when the ghost of the cowboy revealed it to her husband/boss Hawkeye. Irreconcilable differences ensued and Mockingbird quit and took half the team with her. Scarlet Witch, Vision, and Mantis cycled in so the West Coast Avengers wouldn’t just be two sad dudes. Also, Mantis is here now. She has amnesia and wants the Avengers to help her find the son she may or may not have. Its pretty potent amnesia.

But in a narrower sense, last time, after Wonder Man remembered some new stuff for a while, the Quinjet started crashing.

As the Quinjet tumbles, rattling the Avengers around like peas in a tin there’s one of those action scenes I can’t help but love. Where each member of the team does their own thing in a situation.

Here, Mantis just has the reflexes to grab onto the seat belt that she should have had buckled. Scarlet Witch can use her hex to float in place long enough for Wonder Man to grab her using his belt jets. And Vision just intangibles enough to float but not so much he falls out of the Quinjet.

Good job everyone.

So what caused this aviation near-disaster?

Hawkeye was calling in a Savage Land report to the East Coast Avengers team (but who though?) and they said they’d already heard about it from Mockingbird.

And hearing Mockingbird’s (code)name was enough for this pre-divorcee to almost crash a jet into the ocean.

Hawkeye, I don’t think you’re okay.

I would also like to know who you spoke with since the East Coast Avengers disbanded thanks to Thor. Mostly Nebula and Dr Druid but some Thor.

There was an ad hoc team for the purposes of Evolutionary War and that’s going to get super funny in a second.

Wonder Man correctly guesses that Mockingbird somehow got involved in the Savage Land business and Hawkeye gets into a funk about it.

Vision asks whether the West Coast Avengers will work with the East Coast Avengers and Hawkeye goes “I’d rather not!”

His thought is that if Mockingbird’s group is already helping, the West Coast Avengers can get on with helping Mantis.

SO THE REASON WHY THE WEST COAST AVENGERS DIDN’T HELP THE AD-HOC AVENGERS AND DIDN’T RESPOND TO THE SPECIAL ALERT

was because Hawkeye felt it would be too awkward if his soon-to-be-ex-wife was there.

Fucking amazing.

Remember how a big deal was made out of the Avengers being so hard up for people responding to the super special emergency beacon that Yellowjacket II was a good option to bring along?

Turns out that the West Coast Avengers got the same alert and Hawkeye just ignored it.

The world was almost turned into furries because Hawkeye can’t be an adult.

Regarding helping Mantis, Scarlet Witch chimes in to say that if they’re doing that, they really need to stop in Paterson, New Jersey. They’ve been having Ma Williams watch the twins and one of them really should relieve her.

Scarlet Witch: “We don’t mean to slight your problem, Mantis!”

Mantis: “Of course not, Wanda! This one became the Celestial Madonna to have a child, though she doesn’t know now if she did or not! Naturally, you must see to yours!”

“As a potential mother, I understand your mother concerns. I potentially have a child!”

Cool contribution, Mantis.

Anyway. New Jersey!

Vision tells Ma Williams that they’re relocating to Los Angeles to join the Avengers and of course taking the kids. But Ma Williams is welcome to move with them.

Ma Williams: “I’m a little old to join the Avengers, Wanda -- and a little old to tear up my roots here! No, I’ll watch you on TV -- but don’t forget to call!”

Cool old lady.

Wanda takes the time to announce out loud to the audience and to Ma Williams, that she and Vizh aren’t going to sell their house in Leonia since they like it too much. But they will rent it out while they’re in LA.

Hawkeye gets so bummed out at seeing a family scene that he sighs and goes outside for some air.

Refusing to read the room, Mantis follows him and tells him that they can be miserable together.

Although she also insists that her misery is worse because she has no idea what she’s lost. Could be one-hundred children wondering where their mom is! So clearly she has it worse than Hawkeye who knows exactly what he lost out on by being too stubborn for couples counseling.

Thanks, Mantis.

The team jets out in the Quinjet but Wanda stays in New Jersey, probably to arrange the move.

And apparently she told Ma Williams all the hot goss because the old lady asks wasn’t that the Mantis homewrecker lady?

Which Wanda confirms but she’s not worried that Vision is going off with Mantis (and also Hawkeye and Wonder Man) because she trusts their marriage is solid.

Meanwhile, elsewhere, Newark Airport, Tigra complains. Because the East Coast Avengers didn’t let them land at Hydrobase.

Considering the East Coast Avengers don’t exist right now...

Who do you guys keep talking to??

Giant-Man Bill Foster asks whether they should have helped fight against the High Evolutionary and Mockingbird says she doesn’t want to deal with Hawkeye if he showed up so she made the executive decision to skip the event.

Oh my god.

Both Hawkeye’s team and Mockingbird’s team decided helping stop the Gene Bomb was someone else’s problem and just went on with their day.

Amazing.

Giant-Man Bill Foster is still giant so Tigra asks... why? Bill explains the thing with the cancer. And being giant isn’t supposed to cure the cancer that should have already been cured. But all this extra mass from the mass dimension will replace his damaged tissue or something if he stays big long enough. Or something.

Look, they wanted the “stuck big” status quo for a size-changing character. That’s all.

Bill Foster Giant-Man takes off, going to find Hank Pym and help him cure his giant-brained wife. Aw, what a good friend.

Meanwhile, Moon Knight sounds racist by saying Giant-Man is not their kind. But what he means is that this is the murder is good group and Bill is too idealistic.

And they’ll need to be ruthless to stop Phantom Rider! Who is still totally haunting her and oh hey speak of the devil.

Seriously. Was he just hanging around invisibly waiting for someone to mention him so he could pop out and go boo?

This is a stupid way to spend an afterlife.

Tigra didn’t know about Mockingbird being haunted by Phantom Rider. She’s just confused by this new detail. I love her surprised kitty face.

She asks why Phantom Rider helped in Budapest if he’s a revenge-fueled dick but Phantom Rider said that was helping himself.

Phantom Rider: “I only pretended to help you, TIgra -- in order to destroy Barbara’s marriage!”

And then he shoots Tigra a whole bunch with ghost bullets.

What a dick.

The bullets don’t injure her. Because they’re ghostly. But she’s stunned.

Although, it’s unclear whether that’s an inherent property of them or whether getting shot a whole bunch will just throw you off your game.

Moon Knight tries to get Phantom Rider but the ghost punches him in the face and then has his horse kick him.

What a dick.

But getting clobbered knocks Moon Knight the fuck out and Khonshu pops out to play.

Which is actually good. Khonshu possessing Moon Knight can’t do a lot against a ghost. But freed of his meat puppet, he’s a lot more mighty.

Phantom Rider even recognizes it, fleeing when this new factor joins the battlefield. But he muses to himself that he wasn’t prepared for Khonshu this time but he’ll definitely be ready other times!

Unable to see Khonshu, Mockingbird comments that Phantom Rider sure fucked off a lot sooner than she expected.

Moon Knight wakes up and announces he knows how to solve Mockingbird’s Phantom Rider problem.

Over in Connecticut, the West Coast Avengers search the home of Mrs. Mandy Celestine trying to find clues about Mantis’s lost memories.

Mantis woke up in this house and Mandy Celestine is the kind of name Mantis, Celestial Madonna, might come up with if she had absolutely no imagination at all.

Which, I guess she doesn’t.

Someone knocks on the door so Mantis turns her green skin to be human Vietnamese/German skin tone instead to answer.

Yeah, she can do that. She just wants to be green. Are you going to tell her she can’t be green?

Anyway, it’s just the mailman needing her to sign for a package. And him recognizing her as Mrs. Celestine confirms she’s been living a life here.

So, that’s useful.

But Hawkeye is tired of this location and proposes they go and visit

The Vietnamese temple of the Priests of Pama.

Remember Mantis’ wacky backstory?

She was taken as a child and raised by the Priests of Pama (who were secretly Kree pacifists who were friends with tree people), trained in martial arts and MIND POWERS, mindwiped on her 18th birthday and given false memories of growing up as an orphan, before dumping her in a city where she eventually became a sex worker? This last part was essential because it meant she stayed humble unlike Moondragon. Or something. Anyway, she met Swordsman and swooned over the broken man, helped him clean himself up and join the Avengers, and then started trying to hit on Vision instead because he was emotionally unavailable.

Yadda yadda, Avengers stuff, Kang tries to figure out if Mantis, Scarlet Witch, or AGATHA HARKNESS is the Celestial Madonna by kidnapping them all and trying to decide which one he should date. Avengers stuff, Avengers stuff, Swordsman dies, Mantis learns she’s the Celestial Madonna, Immortus shows up to dump a whole bunch of exposition, Mantis marries a tree possessing her dead boyfriend in a double marriage with Vision and Scarlet Witch, then Mantis and Tree Boyfriend blast off into space.

God, Mantis’ life is weird.

So, remember how I said this is half of the end of Englehart’s run? Or I guess more specifically that half of this issue is the end of Englehart’s run?

Englehart himself has complained that half of this issue was re-written by editorial against his wishes. He has also complained that he was fired from West Coast Avengers supposedly for deadline issues but that also Marvel wouldn’t send him the pages he needed to work.

So I don’t even know if the back half of this book was even in Englehart’s script.

At least according to Englehart, Tom DeFalco had it out for him. And would do stuff like withhold the letters column.

Given that he also cites the missing text bubbles for Mantis in the previous annual, I dunno, he may be onto something.

That said.

If half of the book was rewritten, I’m guess that Marvel Unlimited pg 13 is where it starts. Because it has that hallmark of retcons.

The walls of text.

The West Coast Avengers and Mantis find where Swordsman was buried and have to clear the area since its overgrown. Hawkeye cracks a joke about the Priests of Pama not being much for lawn maintenance, perhaps forgetting the big plot point that they all died.

Wonder Man gets a bee in his bonnet about the specific way that the tree marriage and tree honeymoon played out, claiming that despite what everyone saw that day, it made a lot more sense that Swordsman’s body was just left to rot on Earth instead of being turned to energy.

And this is important because, somehow, Wonder Man has cracked this whole case wide open.

But first,

A corpse, of course.

I guess the body was left to rot. And not turned into pure thought or energy or whatever.

I hate it when Wonder Man is right about things.

Cotati Swordsman is here to Explain It All.

By stabbing Mantis.

She doesn’t much like that so she dodges out of the way and now there’s a fight. A fight that the West Coast Avengers jump into to protect their good friend Mantis.

Cotati Swordsman is one dude against a team and has a gimmicked up sword so he’s in full on stomp mode. Its like conservation of ninjas.

He shoots nerve gas out of the sword at Mantis that works on skin contact so she can’t just hold her breath. He hits Wonder Man with a force blast to mess up his ionic body. And when Vision blocks the disintegrator beam with a SOLAR BEAM, Cotati Swordsman just hits Vision with another force blast. Good enough for Wonder Man, etc.

Hawkeye is able to fight him for a bit due to his familiarity with the guy but the same is true reversed. Swordsman easily cuts a bunch of arrows out of the air.

Vision pops out of the grave intangible-style to grab Cotati Swordsman’s ankles so Wonder Man can try to disarm him.

But remember the conservation of ninja? Swordsman is able to bat Wonder Man out of the air with his sword - just the sword, not any of its built-in powers - and smack him into Vision.

Both fall against the Swordsman’s grave so Wonder Man can have a moment where he rehashes his fear of death.

Well, I guess fears don’t just go away.

Mantis recovers from the nerve gas and side kicks Cotati Swordsman.

Mantis: “You have something this one wants, Prime One -- desist in this pointless scuffle and deliver!”

I mean, she has a point. I looked ahead and there’s no reason he couldn’t just explain what he’s going to explain without all of this fight scene.

What he does do is promise what she wants is in the temple and baits her into following.

Then he traps her and throws his sword into her gut.

Oh no!

Good thing she has an extra guy!

So apparently the real Mantis has been buried alive in a grave this whole time.

Half of this book being an uncredited rewrite, I’m pretty sure this is a retcon.

Mantis going around in a plant simulacrum is from Englehart. In his Silver Surfer book, that’s how she was hanging around in space. Formed a body out of alien plants to go on space adventures.

But when she blew up and ‘died’ in the fight against the Elders, she woke up in her Connecticut home with AMNESIA. The implication is that the body in Connecticut was her real body because why wouldn’t it be? Why make this convoluted?

Well, we’re making it convoluted.

Also, Mantis is not green anymore. She could turn herself not green. But since this is her original body, I guess she’s just not green.

Except later, when she helps form the Guardians of the Galaxy. Where she’ll be green again.

Shrug.

Since Mantis has her memories back, she Explains It All.

After the tree wedding, Mantis and Prime Cotati ditched their bodies and flew off into space to fuck a Celestial Messiah into being.

Mantis: “Love, after all, is for souls, not bodies.”

Well, you clearly don’t know how fucking works. Because that’s very much for the bodies.

While Mantis and Prime Cotati are off in space fucking with their souls, the Priest of Pama bury the abandoned bodies.

The Priests of Pama were definitely dead by this point but we’re in uncredited rewrite territory. The goal is to wrap this up and fire Englehart.

After getting soul pregnant, Mantis returned to Earth to make herself a plant body because her special hybrid baby is part tree so needs a tree womb.

Sure!

Then the rest of what’s happened since the tree wedding happens.

Mantis gives birth to Sequoia, her future dirtbag son. She raises him in a Connecticut suburb so her former superhero life doesn’t disturb the air of tranquility she’s going for.

When Sequoia is old enough, the Cotati come and take him off Mantis’ hands to teach him his tree heritage.

Left with nothing to do, Mantis decided to go exploring space. We know this part. She made a plant body to hang out with Silver Surfer. Died in one of his adventures and woke up in her original plant body in Earth with AMNESIA.

The Cotati Swordsman explains that he was pretty sure that killing her near her meat body would jog her memory and force her spirit back into her original body.

Cotati Swordsman: “I am glad I surmised correctly.”

Hell of a thing to gamble on, asshole.

Then he tells Mantis to go live her best life. Because she’s done Celestial Madonna-ing. She made the Important Baby she needed to make. She took care of that pesky baby stage of things. Now she’s not needed anymore. “The child no longer needs a mother.”

And Prime Cotati wearing Swordsman is basically telling her to fuck off, she doesn’t get anything to do with her kid anymore.

Mantis tries to object or ask follow-up questions but Cotati Swordsman just moves on to talking to Hawkeye.

He bequeaths Swordsman’s sword to Hawkeye and then immediately crumbles to corpse dust and plant matter.

Hawkeye is clearly a bit perplexed by the ending of this Mantis quest but, well, it did end. Amnesia cured. He implicitly invites her to keep hanging out with the West coast Avengers.

But she needs time to process all this biz so she stays in Vietnam to meditate on a grave.

I have no doubt that if Englehart had remained as writer, Mantis would have stayed on the team. It also seems likely that if he remained as writer, the Mantis quest would not have been wrapped up this quickly. Not a single subplot in this book has wrapped up quickly.

What’s there to say here?

The rewritten part of this issue was meant to get Mantis out of the book as soon as possible because nobody likes her but Englehart and he has a habit of putting her in one of his books if he can get away with it and even if he can’t.

I like Mantis.

Mostly, that’s from her later Guardians stuff. But even in her time with the Avengers, even despite the stupid love triangle and the Celestial Madonna stuff, I liked her there too. And I liked when she got silly plant powers in Silver Surfer from fucking a tree man. And I like the tree wedding, as a joke. As a silly thing to tell people about that happened in comics.

There’s a lot of problems with the character and with Englehart’s writing for her. But I still like her.

So it is a shame that she’s in West Coast Avengers for, like, two issues.

And. Eesh. This isn’t a great wrap-up for her. Her amnesia is solved but mostly its nothing that hadn’t already been covered in her Silver Surfer appearances.

There’s a lot of problems with Englehart’s West Coast Avengers run so I’m not necessarily sad to see him go. He’s had 30ish some issues, some clunker stories, and it really is time for something new. But he’s being followed up by John “I’m going to mess up Vision” Byrne. And I don’t like that either.

So at the end of Englehart’s run, wherever it fell in this specific issue, it feels like out of the frying pan and into the fire. Because I’m gonna get Byrned. That’s the joke.

Follow @essential-avengers because I’m not a tree puppeting around a corpse of a supervillain turned superhero. And I think that gives me a lot of credibility. Like, reblog, and comment if you please. I’m lonely down here in the italics.

#avengers #essential avengers #west coast avengers #hawkeye #wonder man #the vision #scarlet witch #mantis #she's not listed as an avenger for this issue on marvel wiki #very rude #mockingbird #moon knight #tigra #swordsman #cotati swordsman #not a lot going on here #just some tree murder

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alkasden · 26 days ago

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(Inner thoughts of Alkas during Chained Dreams. Aka a summary of what lead up to it.)

It made no sense.

To hate someone meant you loathed them and could not stand being in their presence; maybe you even wanted to kill them and be rid of them forever. These were facts, not opinions or wrong interpretations. Alkas knew this like anyone else. Hating someone meant you wanted nothing to do with them.

Right?

It started off as a mere curiosity during her strange situation around the Overlord, Vox. Well, first, about the TV Demon himself, she could understand this part. For forty-nine years in Hell, she had done her best to avoid danger and could even be seen as street-smart. During this time she grew a hobby of pulling pranks on those in higher power.

It never went well.

Not in the way she got in trouble now. Back then, she still knew how to get out of trouble... still wanted to get out of trouble. That was a funny shift of perspective. She would pull pranks on Overlords or leaders of groups around Pride only to have them go ignored, unnoticed, or she actually got away. It gave her that thrilling itch for so long. It was all the excitement she needed.

Until it wasn't enough.

She heard most Sinners who were in Hell as long as she had been were either permanently dead or had gone crazy. Nearing year fifty, maybe it was finally time she cracked. It would be fun, wouldn't it? Why not give in to the thrills! Not like her pathetic life deserves a good life in Hell. Who did? Why the literal Hell would she try to live happily down here?

She grew bolder. She craved that danger, to be reckless to the point of no return! Oh, it was so sweet...

And it got her noticed.

No one usually came to her. No one usually found her. Yet, here she was in the crosshairs of one of the most powerful Overlords in Pride. Why? She had no idea, to be frank, but it led to being forced to work for Vox, leashed by the wrist quite literally. To deliver goods.

How pathetic.

It was stressful, not being too great at this new task despite being one of the fastest in the city riding around on her motorcycle. It was less about being capable and more that she found the urge to resist, to make it harder on the one trying to control her. The blossoming of the thrill to go against someone above her started like an addiction, an obsession.

It was in her nature to rebel.

On the path of causing only a harder time for Vox than actually doing work for him, she began to learn just how fun it could be. To dance on that line between being free and threats of a second death. Some might call it Stockholm syndrome that started to set in. The first person to try to control her and to her, that showed she was wanted. She was so deprived of that and anyone to show it before she easily fled from it, but here she was forced to face it.

An unhealthy obsession started to form.

She sought out the Overlord's attention, to try to upset him while neglecting the job he had given her. It led to only spiraling more, craving that next time she could get him to look her way because of not doing what he said. Like a game. Throughout it, she even met the imp named Striker who tried to set her on the right path, to little avail.

Then a second set of crosshairs landed on her.

Meeting Valentino blindsided her, only on a simple pick-up job when he showed up at the garage. Where she had been building so much confidence against Vox, she felt in true danger in the presence of Valentino. He gave her promises that were too good to be true in a smooth voice laced with sweet comforts. It was alluring, pulling her to the temptation of a simple secret job in exchange for a taste of something new.

She took the job.

Keeping it from Vox came with its challenges, but she worked fast to do the job so she would be rewarded. Never before had she been rewarded for anything, blinded by that sweet scent to not neglect this job. He promised a way out of the situation she was starting to fall far too into.

Finishing the job, she was rewarded.

Valentino's drug was something else, digging into her system and giving her cravings unlike she had ever experienced. The sweetest of highs and his voice tickling at her mind. It made her thoughts so muddled and she had forgotten what she was even doing now. Still working for Vox and now she had a favor from Valentino in her pocket, all the while Striker continued to tell her to break away.

A choice had to be made.

A call from Vox came in to see her at VoxTek after she had hidden herself away in her Den for what felt like days. Part of her hoped she had been forgotten and another already missed the attention, craved it even. It had her far too eager to begin to head over there.

She was stopped by Valentino.

As Vox awaited her arrival to the tower, even messaging her to ensure she would come... she did not. Lost in the allure of Valentino's drug the moment she stepped into his limo and this sealed her path. Part of her wondered what may have happened if she had not.

This started it all.

Lost to the taste of the drug, she was at Valentino's mercy with his sweet words and lofty promises of more. It was like a daze leaving her perplexed when a contract shown to her pulled her out of it. She panicked and fled while the haze lifted and he began to show his true nature to her. All those promises and the embrace of the red smoke were shattered as he did not let her flee.

The love potion changed her.

Once she was caught, he forced the new drug, a love potion, on her and it began to twist and warp her mind. Where she was terrified of him and sought to fight, she instead was beginning to obey, to crave him intensely. It swayed her long enough to sign the contract to seal her as a business partner with him even if she retained her soul.

Then, it started to wear off.

Unexpectedly, the love potion was working differently on her where it should have forced the user to fall madly in love with the one they first saw, instead she was starting to... hate him strangely? It made no sense. The more her hatred grew the more she wanted him, to have his attention and his anger pointed towards her. It was like the potion was warping her mind into a twisted way of hate replacing love but with all the obsession still. She craved him like he was the drug itself.

She needed him.

Even if it was through his abuse.

It caused her to act recklessly, to both obey and defy him in a strange back and forth that continued to make less sense with her every action. She could not explain what was going on like her mind was at war with itself between the logic of trying to escape him and the twisted desire to become his. His punishments felt so good.

It pushed her.

When finally being given a job, she fled once it was finished and defied Valentino. Whether it was an act just to play with him and gain more of his attention or a genuine attempt to flee, she did not even know. She wished she knew.

She sought help.

In her attempts to flee, she went to her friend, Prin, to try to find a way out. She needed to leave Pride as she could feel Valentino nipping at her heels while he already sent wanted listings to bring her back. All the while, she was slowly getting her common sense back with a second dose of the love potion heavy in her mind fighting against it. It was just enough to actually get out of Pride and hopefully out of his grasp.

It was not enough...

Now, she was at his mercy. If she would bend for him to go upon the path of being his obedient business partner or if she broke here to be nothing more than another mindless soul he owned was not yet known. Another path begins. Was she truly going to be a victim or would she become a monster just like him?

#alkaslore #alkasden [chained dreams]#cw: drugs #(Like really long post just a warning before opening the read more.)

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elisedonut · 3 months ago

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instead of using my time wisely and finishinng editing my Perclin podfic i instead choose to reread the long Polish fic

i still like it a lot

i want to comment on it so bad but I'm so scared they will delete it if i do since I've had that happen to me like three times when it comes to older hp fic for you know pretty obvious reasons

but i want to talk about it

like Colin is so unhinged like he falls so hard so fast just because Percy saved him from the basilisk and Percy's just enjoying having someone really excited to listen to him talk and asking him all sorts of questions

Like during the years where Percy's still in school Colin practically becomes his little shadow and it's so cute

while Percy's just like "Aw, now please let me study" about it

and Colin's impulse control is in the negatives because he legit try's to kiss him as a second year and Percy doesn't take his crush seriously at all

and during GOF Colin get's him chocolate that outright have 'i love you' written on them and it's funny because Percy's trying so hard to reject him here and Colin is making it very difficult and then the twins interrupt and seem like they want to cause trouble

but like they notice the chocolate and Colin's red rimmed eyes and are immediately like 'on second thought we are not touching this with a ten foot pole" and immediately back down

also Percy gives in so easy in this fic kfjslkdf like I'm not normally too squicked by like inappropriate ages and such in ships but i know some people are

like Percy tries to reject him but it just doesn't really stick and they start kissing so early and every time I'm just Percy babe what are you doing get ahold of yourself about it

but i am willing to ignore it personally because i really like the Colin in this and the crush nonsense in and off itself is really cute

also i read one of the other ones too and that was is a post canon Colin lives au and was very cute

and in it Percy is convinced there's something going on between Charlie and Colin and being very Percy about it (aka very my siblings are better then me and that ofc no one would ever choose me kinda vibes) its actually just a photography job that Colin would have to be in Romania for awhile for but i think im going to be thinking about that for awhile

also love that that one just starts outright with Colin taking pictures of Percy while he's working without permission i love him so much

#percy weasley #colin creevey #perclin

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heroictoonz · 6 months ago

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not going to comment on the ramcoa stuff? yeah thought not.

Crazy how I have a life and a job and didn't give a shit to respond to u when I'm busy n only scrolly tumblr idly but since u clearly got a thing for me ill bite cause you also need my opinions reexplained to you like a child

Also I googled ramcoa cause I didn’t know what that word means (i also didnt know what endo meant till like earlier this fuckin year cause everyone was being very loud and annoying about it) and all I got was "RAMCOA is an acronym for Ritual Abuse, Mind Control, and Organized Abuse." which like. what the FUCK are you even talking about mind control? fucking ORGANIZED ABUSE this is like classic cult aligned shit how does this even relevant to endos and that stuff. please tell me this is a word or acronym for something else that google isnt telling me cause just genuinely huh

listen i took a look at the link u sent i dont wanna post that cause i dont want ppl harassing others on the internet like you seem to want but just for the love of fuck listen to me for two seconds like honest to god read my words and let them sink in

the post you sent me i have literally no context for to me it looks like a shit post. ive made jokes like that before and i need to reiterate that they are JOKES and i am NOT ENDO and i say shit for goofs cause to me and my friends its funny. whether it is or is not a joke is, honestly, not my business. I dont know that person personally i dont know their life i dont know their story so i dont set it as my mission to find people i dont agree with and flip my shit at them. again. life. job. no interest. im 24 and literally not my job to babysit other ppl on the internet i block who i dont like follow who i do and live on w my life (which. highly recommended for all. you too Chuck. makes life so much more livable)

in regards to ur stuff about misinformation the way I see it is people will spread bullshit about just about every topic under the sun. it is, once again, not my job to go around "um actually" everything on the internet. if someone asks me a question i answer if someone im directly talking to has wrong information i try to correct them

When it comes to a lot of people, however, not many of them want to change their minds on things. sometimes some people arent even at a point of their life to be open minded and listen. which, im not gonna stress myself out to correct someone else. Even i had a point in my life where i was so hardheaded and full of hate (it was a weird cringe culture group i was in and didnt think for myself and honestly i caused a lot of damage in that time of my life and even now I regret it. But man thats life. And like if i try to correct and if they dont listen i go okay and dip after a point (which, for you. is prob gonna be here. cause im gonna say all my thoughts here and be done with this conversation honestly also work is suuuuuper busy rn like fr wish me luck w this summer season sobs) theres a part of me that hopes you will either see reason with this reply and chill out or you will continue to disagree with me but at least for both of our sanity stop messaging me either way i wont be replying again to you just so you are aware

now im just gonna be so fucking blunt here. do i believe endo is a thing? (ie: people can be systems without trauma) honestly? i dont know! here is how i see it; im not a medical professional. I have an interest in psychology i have a copy of the dsm5 cause im a nerd (its with my law books. again. im a nerd.) but im no scientist. at the same time; i dont really trust medical professionals all that much? i would like to. really i would. but it always feels like so many of them dont take the time to actually try with diagnosis. too many people of color or fat people and shit like that always say that they are constantly misdiagnosed or ignored due to predigests. again, because i was born a girl i was never diagnosed properly when i was a kid. this happened twice actually! and even then ive had to deal with doctors and therapists who dont believe me even WITH a formal diagnosis to my name. ive had a therapist tell me that i DIDNT have bpd because i was, in her words, "too nice" and she refused to start me on cbd insisting the doctor was wrong. its scary as fuck honestly. plus, like i said in the last post, mental health is so under researched. which is also so scary to me. theres so much that doctors dont know. that WE dont know. theres so much that doctors get wrong. sometimes cause theyre only human and sometimes cause they willfully ignore patients.

so, the way i see it, is that maybe you can have a system without trauma or maybe you cant. i dont know personally and where i stand i dont know how much credit i would put to research done on a mental disability that is still to this day so disgustingly stigmatized and viewed as dangerous or scary. ive seen split. i know david haller (i like david haller but also every time i think about the live action show or how they really treat him as a character i sob in my little heart every fuckin day man fr) so to me i chalk it up to 'fuck if i know' and move on.

The other thing is that since i personally am not an endo in my head i also have no evidence to form a hard opinion on this at all. Again, my system DID come from trauma. In fact, for most of the system mates i can pinpoint exactly which traumas and/or parts of my life they came from (some i dont but i am also pretty sure im missing a very large chunk of my middle school memories so who the fuck knows) but honestly. if you have a hard opinion on the yes or no here thats fine youre intitled to your own opinion ig

but you shouldnt harass people on the internet or accuse them of being fake. this is what my problem is with anti-endos.

This has also been my like, whole side of this conversation. Which is why im really begging you to listen and read my words cause i very much think you are reading me wrong here. I literally couldnt give less of a shit about your personal opinion on this kinda stuff. Like i dont know you were not friends you’re a random anon on the internet. You disagreeing with me does not phase me one bit. I clearly have stuff to say but thats just cause i talk a lot and like to share my thoughts more than anything else. Honestly. You can send me a like one sentence question and ill accidentally reply with an essay. Have you SEEN the rants ive been on lmaooo

What does frustrate me, is that you feel the need to harass people and accuse people of faking stuff for attention with NO fucking thought. When you sent your first anon i can only assume its cause i reblogged my friend Wendy’s post about endos and syscourse (i hate syscourse so much but MAN that is a good fucking play on words it almost makes me mad lol) you asked if i had did/osdd and i said yes and you IMMEDIATELY went into my asks and accused me of being 1) an endo and 2) faking for attention despite that neither of those can be inferred by my answer especially when i 1) never once said I WAS endo personally (because. Again. Not) and 2) i specifically explained in my first response (thinking u were just a good natured random) that while, yes, i am a system, i dont talk about it very openly or much at all only vaguely mentioning it here n there on my personal blog when i feel the need or want on a specific topic (like when i made a joke post about being a system and watching RvB and the Meta who is this character that has a buncha AI crammed in his head). If anything, it makes you more fuckin wrong cause me NOT mentioning being a system almost ever shows more to the light that im NOT focusing on wanting attention or shit like that if anything i think i make more jokes about being autistic and trans. Are you gonna accuse me of being fake trans and fake autistic just for attention? Because i talk about it more? No, cause that would make like zero sense. (Unless u want to ig tho honestly i think being called a fake trans would be so funny as anon hate like genuinely that would make me snort i think. Guy who uses he/him and openly talks about having periods and shit like that accused as fake trans rguireghrhuigr)

To me, at least, you have already proven that your ideology is flawed. Your method of pointing out ‘fakes’ and ‘attention seekers’ is just really nonsensical. Either that or you do honestly have the reading comprehension of a five year old. The oooonly reason i could maaaaaybe see you thinking im ‘attention seeking’ is when I vaguely mentioned in the tags of that first post that I had a system specific blog however i also 1) do not advertise it nor did i put the name of it on that post OR ask you to follow it and 2) admitted that its barely ever used. Again, still making no sense to your accusation

And like, honestly, at the end of the day, accusing people you dont know on the internet just by random posts they post or terminology they identify with for being fake is just so, in your own words, gross. You dont know these people’s lives. You dont know what they’ve been through. Again, completely ignoring whether you can or cannot have system without trauma my original long response talked about how the person identifying as endo might actually have trauma and not know/recognize it as such and by harassing them you are only making everything worse for them. You LITERALLY do not know these people. You dont know me and you made that very clear when you were so crushingly wrong about me by literally just the second anon you sent.

As someone who deals with the anxiety and fear that i am secretly a fake and dont know it, not just about being a system but like. A SHIT ton of stuff in my life, it does not help when random fucking people come accusing me of that exact fear. Going back to that therapist who tried to tell me she didnt think i had bpd it took me SO FUCKING LONG to accept i did in fact have bpd after that. And it was fucking painful to deal with mentally. When every sign in the motherfucking book pointed to YES i have this thing but all it took was ONE woman with a degree to tell me i was ‘too nice’ and suddenly my world fell apart. I no longer felt like i had a name to the feelings and thoughts i was suffering from. Dude that shit SUCKS it is SO painful and stressful. Like literally, please, for the love of all that is holy, do not inflict that on others. You might think youre bringing justice in some weird way but theres a higher chance that you are hurting people just as much as you seem to think endos cause hurt.

Now, because i know you SO DESPERATELY wanna know my opinion on the post you sent in the unanswered ask, honestly? I dont know how much i agree with that persons post. Like. Playing in the field of maybe that was an honest to god opinion and not just like a joke they were making, really not sure how i feel about it. In my opinion, i wouldn’t be running around trying to get my brain to spawn in more little fuckers to deal with. But i also have a lot of mixed feelings about being a system and my headmates. For one i dont get along with all of them, and not all of them get along with each other. Shits really annoying and in some extreme cases stressful as fuck. Every time something new pops into existence, I’ll be real, im kinda scared. I dont know how things will once again change or shift. And my head is just a single head. Its one brain that now has to deal with so much going on i get a lot of headaches and dissociate sometimes even in the middle of doing things or talking to people cause shit will just randomly become chaos (tho im sure other mental things attribute to all that too here n there idk) but I wouldn’t say i hate being a system. I also dont think id ever wanna do that like fuse therapy shit and get rid of the others. Both out of a fear of losing myself and a fear of losing some of them. That shit sounds kinda scary to me. And where, yeah theres some that i dont get along with, there are others that i do get along with! And love a lot! I jokingly call some of them my siblings cause a lot of them have been around since i was a little kid (tho ill admit for a while I thought i just had a REALLY strong imagination and that for some reason my imaginary friends kept talking to me even as an adult till i finally realized hm. Maybe this is not the case. Lol) so like ya you’ll never see me honest to god saying ‘man i wish i had MORE random bastards in my head’ but like, thats just me

I’ve met so many systems and a lot of them are different. I’ve met some that WANT to fuse (i dont think thats the word they use for that therapy but i just got home from a stressful 8 hours on The Grind so I can’t think words all too well lol) ive met people that LOVE being a system people who hate it people who are pretty indifferent to it. I’ve met systems who are have a different person fronting every day ive met systems where you almost never see or hear from the others and its just primarily the host that takes charge. So many different people feel differently about the same things. That’s just life. But I am not gonna use ONE post randomly shown to me to 1) make an assumption on someone (especially something as harmful as faking) or 2) as a valid reason to harass them. Especially not when the person showing the post to me has only acted hostile towards me. Like honestly. Genuine tip here, being rude and mean to people is not how you try to change their minds or try to educate them on something. Walking into my house and telling me im the fake hedgehog just cause of one post and one answered ask and then trying to tell me im wrong is like so not the way my guy fr

I’m pretty sure ive said my entire peace on the matter here. So yeah, again if you send me any more anons i wont be answering them. I’m saying this just to try and save you some time and also some peace of mind. Honestly, please block me. Please forget my existence and go live your life. Its honestly worrying how you have now spent like two days in my anons about this shit, like i am not even joking like the joke is over please please please finish reading this, block me, and go watch one of your favorite comfort movies and smile i mean this so seriously

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cdyssey · 1 year ago

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Abbott “Pilot” (1.01) Rewatch

Here we go. ☺️

Barbara’s “Pilot” wig always throws me off-guard because it’s so different from her usual hairstyle, lmao.

The first cold open is so good for establishing what Abbott is systematically up against—little funding for the school and a lack of support for the teachers. It’s also just funny SNDNSNSNS. Ending on that kid pissing.

“Like a Xanax… like a huge Xanax for kids to sit on.” [Janine squints.]

“It’s like ‘Back that Azz Up’ for kids.” ANQKWJSNSNSNWKS.

Barbara’s first talking head is just pitch perfect. Sheryl nails the essence of who she presents herself to be right off the bat: the sternness, the respectability, the elegance. “I am Barbara Howard, woman of God.”

“No! It must have gone to spam!” / “It’s so crazy how my emails do that with you and nobody else.” ALQKSNDJWNS. It’s fun seeing the distance between Barb and Janine now, knowing just how far they’ll have come by the time we reach “Mom.”

“Okay, you guys workin’ with the cops ‘cause you gotta tell me.”. Love that she was flirting with the cameraperson seconds before that.

“And you can’t class up a rug like you can a couch with a nice cat of plastic.” Abbott really is one of those rare pilots that just GETS its characters right out of the gate.

I just clocked that Ava is wearing an Eagle shirt under her white blazer WNDNSNSN.

“And, yet, Barb, one of our best and almost senior teachers here, she never complains. What is your secret, Barb?” / “Knowing there’s not much you can do, Ava.” [Barbara smiles widely.] AKQKQKSOWKSKSJSJ. PILOT BARB WAS SO RNSNDNSNS.

“My support was gonna do about as much as that five-year old bra you’ve got on right there.” QOQKSNDIWJWNSJDJS. PILOT BARBBBBBBVH.

Barb smirking when Melissa is explaining how she’s got a guy for everything. ☺️

“Melissa is resourceful, capable.” ☺️☺️

“Why does Jacob here need a smoking break every five minutes?” Omfg, I forgot that he smoked.

“I switched to an herbal vape.” AKQKQOANNS

“Jacob, what did I say about, like, not talking about your time in Africa?” ANDNDNDNS. Listen, Chris Perfetti nails white male liberal twink perfectly. <3

“I wonder if she tried counting.” FFHDJSNDJSN. GOD, I LOVE HER

“Oh, forgive me. I thought one of my colleagues here hired a stripper for me.” good god ansjjwsjsjsj.

Gregory and Janine’s first meeting in the bathroom is soooooo good. So much clumsy chaos and then that undeniable spark of something.

“And I think the job is working with what you’ve got so you don’t get let down!” Ugh, such a painful line, but it’s so true for so many school systems in the States, where a lack of everything has continually beaten its educators down.

“I mean, am I even a Sagittarius?” WNDNSNS. Janine is sooooo a Sagittarius.

I’ve always loved the detail of Melissa loudly going “Excuse me?” when Ava starts going in on Janine.

The pathetic, little square pizza….

Barbara’s face journey of being indignant at what Ava was doing to moved and concerned by Janine’s speech is so, so wonderful. SLR is masterful at those microexpressions.

“Janine, ignore Ava. Big feet are a sign of fertility.” HELFPDNSNSJWJSS HELP ME.

Barbara’s dialogue about how teachers have to be it all. Ugh. This show gets it.

“Mhhhm. I can make more working the street—easy.” KQKQKWJDNW

“Hey, thank you so much. What’s your name?” / “I got no name.” / “He doesn’t got a name.” ALQOQOPWDIDOSJS

That small smile Gregory gives Janine when she walks away… he’s already a goner. 😭

Barbara silently bringing in the cleaner. 😭😭 Work Mom!!!!!

Oh, I love this show so freaking much.

#abbott elementary #s: abbott elementary #maggie blogs #abbottrw #not sure if I’m gonna blog all of them like this but I def wanna do it for the majority of them!!

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himevampirechan · 2 years ago

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Vanishipping/Revolutionshipping fanfic:"Part-Time Job Chapter 1

I couldn't stop thinking about this idea when I saw Remi Malek dressed as a pharaoh. Tthis fanfiction is in the canon universe of Yu-Gi-Oh! but the story, as we know it, is changed by a single detail:

The millennium puzzle was never solved.

English is not my firts language but a trying to be better.

Enjoy.

"Part-Time Job"

Chapter 1

Why? Everything it had simply gotten out of control.

One second she was delivering her order to a boy and the next she was soaked from head to toe in soda and out of a job. Damn her customers' jealous, hysterical girlfriends!

Her job at Burger World was simple to do: bring burgers and fries with a smile to hungry consumers for them to enjoy. The smile was like a part of her attire and yet that girl had not stopped blaming her for being “cheeky”.

"As if I'm interested in flirting with customers, especially when they have girlfriends" she thought with a grunt stopping and looking once more at the paper she clutched in her right hand.

"SECURITY GUARD WANTED"

Once the manager of Burger World had put her, and her belongings, out on the street, a kindly old man had approached and with a smile had given her the announcement.

She looked up uncomfortably. Her blue eyes slid down the front steps to the huge marble door that read “Domino City Museum” in big black letters.

She couldn't believe than she had actually gone. She had officially freaked out!

She was there hoping to get the night guard position at the city museum because it was her last option, she needed the money and for a College school student there wasn't much to choose from!

Anzu shivered as a blast of cold air rushed down her back. With the night so late, the November weather was merciless. Shrugging her shoulders, she took a deep breath and walked towards the main entrance, hiding her face in her scarf.

The museum was about to close and only a few people remained inside due to the cold weather. Anzu smiled pitifully, realising that thanks to the guides, the last visitors would be forced to empty the building.

She didn't know where she should ask for information about the vacancy, she turned around herself trying to locate an information desk or any museum worker.

"Oh you really came!" exclaimed a voice from behind, startling her. Anzu turned her face to find the same old man from the restaurant. He was a rather short and curious man, wearing green overalls and a funny orange scarf over his tousled and graying head.

"I'm quite glad" continued the older man, folding his arms and looking at her with his big violet eyes.

"And you're early too" he exclaimed admiringly, looking for a few seconds at his wristwatch "That proves then that you're a dedicated person."

"Thank you" Anzu smiled apologetically at the compliment and was surprised at how pleasant it was to talk to him.

"Oh come on you don't have to be so shy!" invited the old man smiling encouragingly "After all if you decide to keep the job we'll see each other quite often".

"Well, that's a bit hasty, don't you think Sir?" Anzu laughed encouragingly.

"Oh no! Don't call me sir. That makes me feel old!" he exclaimed with a grimace of horror, the chestnut laughed loudly at her face.

"But...I don't even know your name," the girl clarified with a huge smile. The old man suddenly stopped grimacing and stood still as if he had seen a ghost.

"By Osiris, it's true!" he shouted causing the brunette to burst out laughing again. Their laughter echoed through the large room.

By now the museum had closed its doors and there was no one but them in the main hall. Anzu surveyed the room with new eyes... it no longer looked as huge as it had at first seemed. An impression generated, no doubt, by the nerves and uncertainty of a new job.

"I am Anzu, Mazaki Anzu" She said bowing to the old man "I am here for the vacancy of night guard."

The old man looked carefully at the girl in front of him. She was very young, probably just old enough to work, but when he saw her in the situation that had led to her dismissal she had looked so broken that he doubted she worked for mere pleasure... he had deduced that she needed the job to achieve something truly great.

She was well-mannered and quite pretty: with beautiful blue eyes and silky brown hair, her appearance was striking for a Japanese woman; no doubt it had caused her far more trouble than the afternoon's commotion at Burger World.

The old man smiled, giving her a thumbs up as a job candidate, especially since the job wasn't for just anyone.

"It takes someone special..." He thought combing his beard with his fingers "...for a special job."

The girl looked up confused by the old man's lack of response. This gesture brought the man out of his thoughts and he bowed respectfully.

"It is a pleasure to meet you Anzu. My name is Sugoroku..."

"MUTOU!" shouted a male voice startling them "There you are I've been looking all over the museum for you!"

Anzu clenched his fist over his chest. Damn! She had felt her heart skip a beat in fright. She looked up watching as a young man approached almost at a trot to where she and Mr... Mutou were standing.

"I'm so sorry Marik" the older man replied with a smile, pointing at her with a thumb "I got distracted."

"You old pervert," whispered the boy, giving Mr. Mutou an unpleasant look. Then he turned his gaze to Anzu.

The brunette froze in place as she was stared at, the boy's tabby eyes surrounded by a thick layer of eyelashes. They were so thick that she couldn't tell where the lashes ended and his strange eyeliner began. The tattooed lines stood out against his smooth brown skin and made his tousled blond hair and the piercings in his ears even more striking.

The boy was attractive...

"Look girl, the museum is closed. So you'd better go home," he explained, dismissing her with a wave of his left hand and returning his attention to the old man.

What a lout brat! Anzu felt her ears redden with anger.

"I'm sorry but I'm not here to visit" She replied firmly drawing the attention of both men "I came here for work".

Sugoroku Mutou watched the girl's posture with interest. Anzu looked rather confident with her chin raised and fierce eyes fixed on Marik, the boy sighed boredly paying no attention to what the chestnut said.

"The vacancy has already been filled," Marik said without any consideration. With growing pleasure he noticed how the chestnut's posture broke.

Anzu felt a dead weight on her stomach. No way, this job was her last chance, she needed the job!

"PLEASE, I NEED THIS JOB!" shouted Anzu suddenly making both men jump in shock. "I'll do anything to get it!"

"I already told you the vacancy was filled. So do us a favor and leave" Marik clicked his tongue ignoring the girl's forlorn expression outright, Mr. Mutou scowled at him silently reproaching him for how rude he was being to her; an expression the blond took it upon himself to ignore as well.

"PLEASE!" pleaded Anzu once again feeling in horror as her eyes glazed over "I'LL DO ANYTHING!"

This time Marik couldn't ignore her face no matter how hard he tried, with growing concern he watched as the girl's blue eyes filled with tears. Sugoroku watched the chestnut's face sadly thinking how normal it was for her to cry. In one day she had already lost two jobs.

"I...I'm sorry...I...." Stammered Marik unconsciously playing with his right earring, feeling bad for her. Time seemed to stand still for a few seconds.

Anzu had closed her eyes as she clenched her fists against her chest, silently pleading. She felt as if someone approached from her right side and stared at her, then something soft brushed her cheek wiping away one of the tears that had come in her despair.

She opened her eyes shocked by the contact and noticed with wide eyes that Marik and Mr. Mutou were still in the same place as before, looking at her with surprised expressions.

If they hadn't moved, who touched her cheek then?

"If she really wants the job, we could give her a few days trial run" Someone exclaimed from the end of the room. Anzu jumped in place mentally chiding herself for how prone to surprise she seemed to be that night "Alright Mazaki, that's three times now."

"Sister" Marik whispered turning his attention ruefully back to the woman who had spoken.

Sister? Anzu wondered in surprise, but they didn't look anything alike!

The woman walked towards them, her long black hair swaying with every step she took, and she never took her eyes off her. Anzu shrank back once she was in front of her, she was gorgeous!

"If the job pleases you we could open one more vacancy" The woman continued smiling kindly at Anzu "Are you interested?"

Anzu snapped out of her astonishment and smiled hugely.

"Yes, yes I am interested!" She replied quickly holding back the urge to dance in excitement. The brunette stared at her with her blue orbs and an interested smile formed on her lips.

"Mr. Mutou" Whispered the brunette turning her gaze back to the older man "Could you take Miss...."

"Anzu Mazaki" the brunette hastened to add blushing for interrupting.

"Sure, Miss Anzu to the office so we can talk about work more calmly" Sugoroku nodded with a smile to the black haired woman and gesturing to Anzu invited her to follow him.

Anzu smiled hugely and bowing to them, followed the old man. Marik and his sister watched intently as the two disappeared through the door at the back.

"Sister..." whispered Marik looking at her with interest "...The one from a moment ago was HIM?"

The brunette nodded momentarily erasing her smile. Marik turned his face once more down the path where the old man and the brunette had disappeared.

"This is going to be interesting," he said with a grin, crossing his arms.

See ya in chapter 2 ;)

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#atemxanzu #yugioh fanfiction #pharaoh atem #yugioh atem #anzu mazaki #tea gardner #yamiyugixanzu #revolutionshipping #vanishshipping

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