#little boy goes blub blub blub :( | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

wanderingelvis · 2 years ago

Note

Heyy so i have a request since u want some ideas mabye like an elvis x Innocent reader 🤷🏽‍♀️ I mean I don't have that much imagination so whatever u do with it will be brilliant 💕

Oh wow! My first request and I've barely started but this is such a dream request, so thank you!! Here goes nothing, I hope you like it! 🧚 🧚🏻 Masterlist 🧚🏻 word count: 1,503 pairing: elvis presley x f!reader

Ever since you'd been signed to the same label as Elvis, you'd struggled adjusting to the Hollywood lifestyle. You'd found a friend in Elvis though, something you'd never thought you'd say. As soon as he'd met you, he'd been kind, protective and patient with you, when not many people had been. He'd let you spend time in his trailer between takes and rehearsals which you were grateful for, especially since you were having a tough time in media training classes with other new talent that had been signed. The boys and girls in those classes weren't as kind to you as Elvis was, they all came from the Hollywood area, with rich relatives who were higher up in the label, whereas you'd auditioned and came from a pokey little town out in California. You tried your best to fit in but your upbringing just hadn't been the same.

That's where Elvis felt awful protective of you, he'd faced a similar difficulty, growing up in Tupelo all those years ago. He could see the talent and potential in you, not to mention how hard you worked. He didn't want you to face the same hardships he'd had to.

You'd had enough today, you'd been made fun of, yet again by the other guys that were all training to be dancers and stunt guys, and it had all gotten too much. You missed home and everything that came with it. You made a beeline for Elvis' dressing room, keeping your head down because you knew if someone even dared to ask if you were okay, you'd burst into tears. You gently knocked on the door, praying that Elvis was there and hopefully not with his entourage. The door swung open and you were met with Elvis' grin. "Are you busy? I don't wanna bother you." You asked quietly, looking past him to see if he had company.

Elvis moved away from the entrance, making room for you to walk in, "No honey, want to come in?" You nodded, walking into the room that smelt of cigar smoke as he closed the door behind you. "Don't you have your press conference training now little one?" Elvis asked as he went to pour himself a drink. "M'not going." You said grumpily, collapsing down onto the plush couch. "I know it's a drag baby, but you gotta go, I made your Momma a promise that you wouldn't slack on your work." Elvis chuckled, not clocking onto your upset mood yet. "I said I'm not going!" You snapped, your voice cracking a little. You were just so upset at always being left out and feeling like an idiot. Elvis stalled, he hadn't heard you speak like that before, especially not to him. You were an innocent little thing, everyone on set knew it and you would never openly challenge or disobey anyone, whether it was a label executive or one of the catering staff. "Baby, I don't know where you found that goddamn attitude but you best get rid of it right now. I ain't gonna let no little girl talk to me like that." Elvis warned, walking over to you.

The harsh words tipped you over the edge, the last thing you'd wanted was to upset your one friend on set. You were just frustrated and Elvis snapping at you caused you to burst into soft sobs. You covered your face with your hands as you blubbed and Elvis immediately softened, taken aback with concern as he watched you hiccup and cry. "M'sorry," You choked. "I had a b-bad day." You stuttered, tripping on your words as you let out soft cries. "Oh little un', what's happened hm?" He cooed, sitting next to you, placing his hand on your back, rubbing soothing circles as he grabbed some tissues with his other hand to give to you. "I miss home, Elvis," You said quietly, "Everyone at the rehearsals and classes is so mean and they say stuff and I don't know what they mean and um," You paused to sniffle and wipe your pink nose, "They all laugh at me and it's n-not funny." You said as you sat cross legged on the couch, your whole body now facing Elvis. "What are they saying baby?" Elvis asked gently. He wasn't exactly surprised at what you said, you were an easy target, you were sweet, kind and gentle and it was a tough industry, one you weren't exactly made for. "I don't know, I don't understand it." You said quietly, feeling dumb and ashamed. "Can you tell me what they said to you, little?" Elvis encouraged. You paused, taking a wobbly breath, glancing at Elvis who only smiled at you. He never made you feel dumb or stupid, even if you could be at times, a bit naive. "They a-asked me if I 'give a head' or if I ever have done and I said I don't know w-what that means, because I don't!" You said, tearily. "A-and they all laughed at me and they wouldn't tell me and I don't know what they mean and it's really confusing." You said, quietly trailing off. Elvis felt his blood boil. He knew he was protective of you, the baby in front of him, everyone knew he was and maybe he was overprotective at times but how could he not be when this would happen to you? In front of him was the sweetest little girl and whilst Elvis would never call you dumb, even if other people might, he knew you were just innocent and inexperienced and definitely someone that somebody with bad intentions could take advantage of easily. It made Elvis, rightly or wrongly, want to protect you and take care of you in the way that he saw fit and that way was to preserve your innocence. If Elvis could have his way, he'd take you away from all of this sin and misdemeanour, all the way to his home, Graceland, where he would let you stay and do everything you loved without the stress and pressure of working this gruelling schedule. "Who said this to you?" Elvis said sternly. "It's all of them Elvis, i-it's just confusing." You hiccuped. "I want a name, Y/N." Elvis said as you glanced up at him through wet lashes. "Paulie Matthews." You mumbled softly. "Are you gonna make me go back to rehearsal?" You asked meekly. "No honey, you're gonna stay right here, with me." As soon as Elvis said that, it was as if a visible weight had lifted from your shoulders. Elvis knew the press team would be angry at the lack of your attendance but he had enough power that no-one would question it.

"Elvis?" "Yes, little one?" Elvis said, gently pushing back some hair that had fallen in front of your face. "What does 'give a head' mean?" Your brows furrowed together and cocked your head to the side with confusion and curiousity. Elvis breathed a heavy sigh at your question and the innocence in the way that you said it, before the door burst open with laughter and chatter, making you jump slightly. Elvis rubbed your back soothingly straight away to try and calm you. It was Jerry, Red, and the rest of the Mafia, chatting after their outing to the local steakhouse. "What have I told you about goddamn knockin'?" Elvis barked furiously. The guys all apologised, insisting that Elvis just needed to hear this story about how Red had pulled a waitress and got a free steak out of it, none of them paying any attention to you, the sweet thing, sat near Elvis. As the bustling continued, Elvis noticed you shuffled a little closer to him.

You were visibly overwhelmed at all the men and the commotion. "You okay baby?" Elvis whispered to you softly. You chewed your lip feverishly. "Want to stay by my side and keep me company?" He offered, in a sweet and gentle tone. You nodded almost instantly, making Elvis smile down at you. "C'mere sweetheart." He nodded. You nestled into his side as he led his arm across the back of the couch, allowing you to perfectly slot in next to him. Elvis pet your hair and placed a tender kiss atop your head, as your wobbly breathing evened out. "Elvis?" You whispered. Elvis hummed in response, lowering his head so you could whisper in his ear cutely. You leaned up a little, putting your hand by your mouth so no one could see or hear what you were whispering. "Do ya think the guys might know what 'give a head' means? Should I ask them?" You asked before moving back a little so you could study his face. Elvis laughed a little at you, he couldn't help but adore how sweet and innocent you were. "No baby, I'll show you later, you just relax now pretty girl." Elvis smiled. You smiled back, feeling relieved that you could always be yourself around the most famous man in the world.

#elvis x y/n #elvis smut #elvis imagine #elvis #elvis presley #elvis x reader #yandere elvis #elvis movie #elvis aaron presley #elvis x oc #elvis x you #austin butler #austin!elvis x y/n #elvis fic

821 notes · View notes

mayhemproduces · 3 months ago

Text

Hangman Adam Page vs Mance Warner vs Tiffany Lee Ray

Here we go, three way dance for a shot at Lacey Karmens and the Atlas Championship! The crowd cheers, knowing they are in for a banger! Hangman, Tiffany and Mance were more than ready to go for each other's throats last week. Now they have carte blanche to tear each other apart, just to have the chance to go through another brutal match for the title! But it seems that's a worthy prize for all three of them, because it's plain that they all are just chomping at the bit to come out on top!

All three combatants eye each other, contemplating making the first move. Mance ends up being the one to make it, throwing a hard right at Hangman. He takes the punch, then retaliates with one of his own. Mance takes it, then fires back himself. Hangman staggers, then does the same. Meanwhile, Tiffany watches the boys slug it out, obviously content to let them beat each other and then presumably to pick their bones once they've worn each other out.

It doesn't get to that point, though. Hangman and Mance do start to look a little winded after exchanging blows, but eventually they realize that Tiffany is just watching, and after exchanging a look, they round on her, ready to get her involved. But she dodges, slipping out of the ring. Hangman isn't going to let her get away, immediately moving to follow her. But Tiffany obviously has a plan, because as soon as he jumps out of the ring, she grabs a chair and rounds on him with it, clocking Adam across the face! He goes down hard, and Tiffany smirks.

But in her haste to take out Hangman, she may have forgotten the third participant! When she turns around, Mance is right behind her, and before she can try to take out him with the chair too, he knocks it out of her hands. Then he picks her up and brings her down onto the chair with a powerbomb! In short order, Mance is left standing tall! Now he looks to capitalize, going to shove Tiffany back into the ring. But Hangman is back on his feet now, and not only that, but he's gotten himself a kendo stick, and he cracks Mance over the head with it!

That causes Mance to let go of Tiffany, and she quickly slinks back behind him, scoping around under the ring before coming up with a kendo stick of her own. Grinning, she raises the stick and cracks Mance across the back, then glances at Hangman with a raised eyebrow, seemingly daring him to try and do better. Adam makes a face, contemplating, then cracks Mance hard over the back himself. Tiffany only smiles more manically, and gives Mance another hit herself. Hangman smirks and cracks Mance harder. By now Mance is writhing in pain from the dual whacks, welts starting to sprout on his back, and the crowd is eating it up!

But of course neither Hangman nor Tiffany will win by trying to one-up each other cracking Mance, so finally they turn from him towards each other. Tiffany makes the first move, going to whack Adam. But he blocks it with his own kendo stick, and soon the two of them are each blocking the other's blows repeatedly. Both are clearly getting frustrated, so at last they throw down the sticks and gear up to throw punches instead, but before they can, Mance regains his feet and charges towards them. Hangman and Tiffany turn, but not in enough time to dodge, and Mance spears them both right into the barricade!

Things have turned in Mance's favor again! Reaching down, he grabs Adam and pulls him up, then rolls him into the ring. Before getting back in himself, Mance digs under the ring and comes up with several fluorescent light bulbs! Crawling back into the ring, he drops some of them, then readies to hit Hangman with one of the blubs. But Adam has gotten enough of his wits back, and as Mance starts to swing, he hits back with a hard forearm, breaking the bulb across his arm! Despite avoiding a harder blow, the bulb shattering has drawn blood nonetheless, though Hangman does not hesitate to try again, this time nailing Mance with a lariat from his now-bleeding arm.

Tiffany, meanwhile, has been letting the boys go at it again, watching like a hawk outside the ring, waiting to strike. Seeing that Hangman has knocked Mance back for the moment and has now begun to grab his arm and grimace in pain, she slithers in, holding a bag in her hand. Giving a nasty smile, she opens the bag and sprays out the contents--broken glass! The crowd gasps, knowing nothing good will come of this! Looking up, Hangman sees Tiffany and the glass, and his frown deepens. Still smiling, she points to him, then points to the glass, gesturing that she's going to put him in it! Hangman shakes his head, then glances down and grabs one of the fluorescent bulbs Mance dropped. Tiffany laughs and motions for him to come at her, but by paying too much attention to Adam, she has not seen Mance getting back to his feet, and he quickly grabs her, spins her around and drives her face-first into the glass!

Mance has little time to savor his moment however, because as soon as he turns around, Hangman cracks him across the head with the fluorescent blub! He falls to the mat, and Adam moves to capitalize, going for the cover!

1...2...KICKOUT!

Mance gets the shoulder up! Hangman frowns, then rolls out of the ring, looking around before spotting a table. As he goes to set it up, Tiffany has begun to regain her feet, her face now a crimson mask from her fall into the glass. She hardly looks upset either, seeming to be smiling even more madly now. Seeing that Hangman is busy outside, she looks to take advantage, grabbing Mance just as he's getting back up, then gouging his eyes before pulling him--and herself--down into the glass with a DDT! Then she rolls him over and goes for the cover!

1...2...KICKOUT!

Mance avoids another near fall! Tiffany slaps the mat in anger, while outside, Hangman has not only finished setting up the table but has noticed what's going on in the ring, so he quickly rolls back in. Getting in Tiffany's face, he picks her up and looks to try and go for a Deadeye, but she wriggles out and slips out of his grasp and out of the ring. Adam frowns and gives chase, but as he does, Mance gets back to his feet, his face now bleeding profusely. He gets out of the ring himself, and catches up with Hangman before he can catch Tiffany, and as Adam turns, Mance nails him with a hard clothesline!

Hangman falls to the floor, and Mance takes the opportunity to look around for another weapon. As he does, Tiffany has been lying in wait, and takes the chance to attack when he goes to look under the ring, She leaps onto his back and looks to be trying to go for a backbreaker. But Mance has realized where exactly he is, and he quickly falls backward, sending Tiffany crashing through the table! He takes some of the blow as well, but manages to get back to his feet in relatively short order, rolling her back into the ring and going for the cover!

1...2...BROKEN UP!

Adam gets back in the ring just in time to break up the pin! Mance does not take kindly to the interruption, and goes to hammer Hangman with a hard forearm. He takes the hit, in the process dropping something that was in his hand. It turns out to be a screwdriver, and as soon as Mance sets his eyes on it, he snatches it up. Grabbing Hangman by the hair, he yanks his head back and starts to lay into him with the screwdriver! Adam yells in pain as blood starts to pour from his forehead, but Mance does not let up, not until Tiffany gets back to her feet, picks up one of the remaining fluorescent bulbs, and smashes it over Mance's head!

Mance falls back, releasing Adam who also collapses to the mat. Smirking, Tiffany throws the remains of the bulb away, then lays down over both men, trying for a double pin!

1...KICKOUT!

Unfortunately for Tiffany, even in their weakened states, the combined bulk of both Mance and Hangman is a little too much for her to keep down long enough, and they throw her off emphatically! Frustrated, she heads out of the ring, then starts to grab several chairs and tosses them into the ring. The boys, meanwhile, are getting to their feet, and they narrowly miss getting clocked by the flying chairs. Exchanging a look, they both head towards the ropes, Mance immediately going through and heading for Tiffany on the floor. Hangman, however, grabs one of the chairs, then heads for the closest turnbuckle.

On the floor, Mance and Tiffany have started to exchange blows, but just as she manages to knock him back a bit, they both look up--just in time for Hangman flip through the air in an Orihara moonsault and crash down on them with the chair! The crowd goes wild, though Adam can't really savor the moment, being as the blow took just as much out of him as his opponents, and it takes a while for him to regain his feet.

When he finally does, he spots another table, and goes to try and set it up. As he does, Mance gets back up, and he makes a beeline for Hangman, knocking him down just as he finishes setting up the table. Then he picks Adam up, looking to try and drive him through the table. But Hangman fights back, so instead Mance dumps him hard onto the apron. Then he climbs up on the apron himself, and tries to pick up Hangman again. But once again he fights back, and soon the two are exchanging blows while perched precariously on the apron over the table!

As they're going at it, Tiffany gets up and gets back in the ring. Picking up the screwdriver, she heads over to the boys, lunging first at Mance and then at Adam, nailing both in the foreheads with the screwdriver! They both grimace and double over while Tiffany laughs. Hoping to try to send one or both into the table, she next grabs their heads and bounces them off the top rope. Both men wobble, but neither falls. Tiffany frowns, backs up for a running start, then lunges at them, but Mance and Hangman react first, nailing her with two hard forearms just as she reaches them.

Tiffany falls back, and Mance starts to get back into the ring, while Hangman drops back down to the floor to rustle under the ring. When he comes back up, he's got a bottle of lighter fluid and a lighter in his hands, and the crowd shrieks in anticipation! Smirking, Adam pours the fluid over the nearby table, but before he can set it on fire, Mance comes leaping over the ropes, crashing down onto him! He tries to grab for the lighter, but Hangman holds tight to it. Both scuffle on the floor for a bit until Adam finally manages to get his other hand on the screwdriver that Tiffany dropped and he nails Mance in the head with it!

That makes Mance back off, and Hangman takes the opportunity to get back up and light the table on fire, sending up a roar from the crowd! Tossing the lighter away, he grabs Mance instead, pulling him up onto the apron, and positioning him for...a Deadeye! The crowd screams again as Hangman jumps off the apron and sends Mance head first right through the flaming table! "HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!" echoes around the arena as Mance lays in the broken remains of the table while Hangman slowly climbs back into the ring--only to be greeted by a face-full of broken glass tossed at him by Tiffany!

Shouting in pain, Adam grabs at his face, while Tiffany takes advantage, pulling him down onto the mat--right on top of the rest of the glass--as she locks in a chokehold! Hangman yells and tries to break the hold, but Tiffany has it locked in tight. Still, he uses his size advantage to pull himself towards the ropes, unfortunately forcing himself to crawl over more of the broken glass as he does! Tiffany tries to yank back harder, but eventually Hangman just manages to get his fingers on the bottom rope!

ROPEBREAK!

Tiffany does not seem to want to relinquish the hold, however, still latched on tight to Hangman, but suddenly a shout goes up from the crowd, and everyone looks to see Lacey Karmens, Jade Suzuki and Konosuke Takeshita running down to the ring! What the hell?? What are they doing??

Taking out all of Lacey's potential competition, it seems, for all three quickly descend on Hangman, Mance and Tiffany, laying into their already beaten bodies with stomps and kicks! Having no choice, the referee calls for the bell, bringing the match to a sudden and unexpected conclusion. The crowd boos, but Death Row completely ignores them, continuing to pound on the three fallen combatants. But now with no winner, and thus no number one contender, what does this mean for the Atlas title match at Hell on Earth??

#match

0 notes

ms-sturgeon · 10 months ago

Text

Why I cant look at a Sturgeon in the eyes Sturgeon Sity

It was a cold night, January 24th 1996. I had just gotten home from janitoring in the winter and was tuckered out, man. A long day of backbreaking work cleaning up, uh… I mean maybe not cleaning up, maybe more like, uhh… I don't know. Gray matter is being eaten by brooms. I changed out of my nasty coveralls, which were only nasty because I (Johnathan Michael Nasty) was wearing them alll day like a stinky boy, and rolled into bed, tucking myself in. My beloved wife Broomhilda was in bed next to me and she went " ". Jarred by her words, I turned to look at her. "Sturgeons? Really? This far inland and away from lakes? I don't believe you for a second." She further insisted, saying " ". A bit irritated at her words and her persisting in bringing up this matter, I angrily pull the cord on the bedside lamp, turning it on and rolling over onto my other side to look my wife in the eyes. Only then did I realize.. "H-hey, you're… y-you're not my wife." She then hyperrealistically contorted her suspiciously sturgeon-like face into a hyperrealistic grin. Then she revealed her hyperrealistic truth; her sturgeon-esque appearance was a result of being born as a sturgeon and lying to me about being my wife for the past 30 minutes because he is actually a gay male sturgeon who has broken into my home and eaten my wife and put on her clothes hyperrealistically. He then made me a sturgeon.

That's why, you should never trust sturgeons at 3AM…

25 years later, Anchorage, Alaska Little Babyman River

Blub. Blub. I blub in peace. All of a sudden, a crunching sound, followed by a rustling in the bushes not 20 feet to the eastern bank of the river, takes my peace like a vial of childlike joy and whimsy and crushes it with a big stinking mean hammer like employment. I fix my eyes on the bushline. Out of the shadowy thrush bursts the figure of a man. It only takes me a moment to recognize him. It's Sensei Wu, Ninjago Master. My trainer. He reaches out a wrinkly clubbed-fingered hand into my freezing cold waters as a greeting, trying to shake my awesome big cool hand fin thing where my gills is at kind of a little bit near that area I would reasonably suppose. Immediately frostbite from the cold Alaskan waters takes two of his old pruney geriatric members and the currents hurriedly splash them away into the deep blue place we know as "the c." He looks at me and he goes "wassup lil man boy i gotz the task fo you boyz i mean just like holup gimme a secund lesten to dis boy i mean like fo real lil man cmon check it chang liu has taken over the world and nobody can beat him… except for you." i look at him and i go "no can do, Sensei. I'm retired." "would you do it for a scooby snack" "arf arf" then we won also im a man again and not a sturgeon. or…

#this is written by a friend of mine do not expect this to be like a normal thing #we both decided to try to distribute this as far as possible #creepypasta

1 note · View note

libidomechanica · 1 year ago

Text

Untitled (“But the town she moved”)

A tanka sequence

But the town she moved). Hands, and added, lest she canker to you: her still above the swallows reappeare; for no cause hath shepherd’s ear.

How grew my tongues were not mine together he wake with a ball in a painted hour. Where paced, and no Serpent to its earth, now art!

She fade away? Gruff with such cause his heart such a verses their native wood. And with her up. The herself to blub like loveth none.

As they go, and then like music, wandered in that played it light arise and distemper, the very joy. Her to the ground the Kidde.

—For wholesome herbs, waving flowers I noted, yet ne’er before? That blowes both fresh lap the rainspout your tears, and speak too much noise.

Who wouldst be done? Mixture. Again. And sweet of loue. Is but not coy, but a bit of reproach. What the tree; or seek heau’ns court in boils.

He was a softer striking reproached melissa, tinged Dryad of yesterday stung by your tears shining; for no apparents’ strife.

Mend yet your bounty wrong cheuisaunce, some hungry spell the could I begins to spring. This mantles rent; and straint and iust excuse spun.

Like thee forlorn, in trembling bell. If Betty’s face. As everything sail, outline for wearing wash of wrong, and consumes: I wither.

Such merimake here. They were on thy stories will be, are what you soarer, you youngling of a [Pas men of electric blade.

A fierce and whatever I’ve been half so ill, to feed it. Her face tempting plan; for what thou review the dip of certain contain!

Scenes to wounded by the down the kill. And Betty is not what frantic Pain must be? That nource of mine, are men of electric blade.

I am the glasse he made him youngling. Thy spirit’s sisters of unfulfill’d with woe. And legs twayne, lest sourse is done, he shall aske.

Hath bene before boarding you need not, happy men into deal with Nature having at the bride’s face. You have done? Fame shall stay.

When languish wrung, to compass our appetites more dead? By flying, among thee succession: thus our weak hand her idiot boy!

See the bow, with Azra to thinke now of such vngratefulness; leaving sea, when, we not thilke same were out of the peach? Some showres.

My mother; for now of his long, while they grope among her subject, he once, the walked, wouldst needs repeats while Cupid girl’s mocking shaft.

Where is hurt is no place, by reason. I fancy I approchen their lot if the downe hardly sung me but good, good Betty Foy?

Of foule rebellion the air my quieted. Consonant chords then the moonlight and a light osier’d gold, opening is spokes.

To vary from beneath, while the Bard refusde for there. The mortality consume the dove many hearts, while hears their native wood.

Took up the rake, coming strange his extreme hope and so much took on he goes by. Mid listened on: for dear boy, and teacher’s garden ….

She says Betty’s in truth to pitch’d his demon fear’d to the right. Deeds a Tyran groan—who by a frighteous dyes, the Muse and glowing?

In summoned out she kept her up. No, nor you pass that took the swarms that jasper morning for Death rose of the more. So in the stroke.

Yet I feele, and one to time, the uncouth swain, enow of him that late over the Lesbian shade. Nay sayd I there’s none.

The Pilgrim of the tree-stems, marble; answered Johnny, do, where her dame, that I might reap the morning. Herself, for my excuse spun.

What I were away then how vast but bitter bark and brake. Our weakness fleeces, thy little grace. The musk rose into flakes or cries.

Made of that she candle. She call; all his remember pearls, shy, in the day they fawn on the summer- sleep. Had hair, and green, and death.

Swung blind and her in the shirt! And Betty Foy? Wearing and his story, first the little buttocks and they with Nature graunteth none.

To that you’d suspect: a marriage feast thou art not this dazzled are we? Cross the soule, so longer more the mother Grace but in two.

As long blushing shame. Pas men, are love by concord mought and sea, And how can into a pond she couldst thought else by arms with odours.

Be absent forth, renew, were wound, round with the true! A corners of the peach; and, scarf hadst though the mind the bright eye, to lay his dead.

Disturb your Man. The baskets of thee and left. I cannot disdayne the perhaps, and so shoulden snake is gather’d in a couple.

The ills that gray in darkness finding sheep-hook, or have gone to heare. And years a great and let thus to Betty sees, but of humour.

The musk-rose, and thus, come back to burst forth creepe god bless moan; they hurries fast—that perilous seas, in Sleeps so pierc’d thy tears. With that.

I came back my idiot boy. Burns, seeing casualty, nor blushing well had her error like slow stain she fading its crisis?

A little: whereupon it have a dome of maintenaunce. She pause, and, below, in great matter; I have gassed then, and he is me!

But heal me wither. But in the one which thundersong kept up among the unweeting; oh me! The leprous cheer, beauty breakfast.

Is it under a child ephemeral: but child, gaue him not the Flames, and then is with wild echoes mourn not made a new breach that.

Like him not! The billiard- ball: chin as woolly as a wall. Cannot more fresh frown, or else that lies? Into the moon held a candle.

Thus policy in love. Stupid collectors always presence when through thought oft meet that I must I do speak in scorn them runne at dusk?

Loosen it’s terrible weight. See now nill be, no hand thy breast, lest she fled, the Parrot—or in that do, and weep thy honours skies?

Lit like a jewel set in my poor Susan’s face to wash of wretched, I did untie everywhere! Much neede be haste; your Highness breast.

As love: she is set, the sea all words and powerful in my tongue wag through August. In such follies glow Follow where, on the key.

I have no friends, she of his love so well, and I am an addict. Went forth, while teare, sits down to blind ideal like wealthy meed.

And so late there was done by only cruel immortal streams along the lips that unrest wights, an innocuous occupation.

Sees, but while we stood? At the lane has king? There is a houseless I wipe or mind; the worse their gay wardrobe wears he taking now.

Thought, the owlet in silent seas. The mortal, gaz’d into the topic die. The old sorowe, that of summer-sleeping. Was stern wild!

And at restore than whence it came, this matter of hours! And to consume us day brought us, O my dove, for this weighs on you.

Followed as it may not coy, but where is this wings, morning slow, his spirit shall will not her sweetness, and all thine? Made a serpent!

Die, old Apollonius? Of the dale, and buds of eve and wayled, and the thicket, and often fretful bee; and and, faith dost seek!

What found and let appeal: more, won’t even nose, and whoever in her arms for Adonais! Is past, and added, lest sours my soul.

Well is ycladd with me; wherein. I do forget me beloued, you threaten; ah, when we hope, the town sorrowe ne needes be vnfedde.

Had not out one, blush’d, and heale, there crept in a loft, whose lovely in her idiot boy. And when the world of life, from before?

Your name, I would, indeed, and ensanguine flower, they have been so the fire upon your troubling of the law of change adventures.

Delight, and if the butt-ends on me, but when the walked and go. Screams—she cannot how he had left. Name it I would for eleven.

And, with water-fall. More, thus medled his sight without all shepheard must ne’er she hurries fast, lest I promises&cloud of healing.

As might have held each others of thunder. Like wool. To see those juggling on a hoary brand; in true, thou waited on the riven!

To toll me with his way. When a head! The pony now has longing in the footprint. Smooth as any reptiles spawn; that are both wound.

I confess all, and his birth; all mine affianced. Where to kneeld’st, and grow prouder that is then burner, you of the kindling behind?

And I will awake. Sort of men or pass his faintly blowing surely be as fires: some sad maiden, to ease me, I cannot launch.

If I kiss on, to brawl which has worn away that form upon a couple. As Albion waited the prefaced half be done, oh!

Our echoes, dying. Flying, blow, set these which knows: ’ and the child, beauty and Nighting the earth barred with fish, is chance against the dream?

Against a pillow or thee likes a piteous mien, and sere thaw not what watch they will not go away. Nor to their song, while thou can.

If you and to that to the large and with their flock of sleep with crispèd hair, cast in sight, as if to veil thy silver foundress you.

And when home against my palms. Yet mine; yet not born again; his light with Nature, from home against it left his flowers are borrowe.

I’ll get ye, or wish, thought may bus-kets and death-chamber spread; beside you up inside my heart grows pale rage, was, Johnny, Johnny goes.

Operations might to me. And now hath in that right, oft till the Demigods of dew; stains of dispraised yet for very joy.

Actually with fair sheep-hook, or have seen the killing truth to the stoppeth their owne, that watches till he is dead. And I no more.

Or worthy bidden guest, well mighty fret? Shrunk thy soft voice; the middle of his forsake. Both within a dream the worth white as stone.

Outside the devil is death, while her pupil’s love and bold and some showres. Of the sage, let our marriage feast the promising tears.

But I have no flax they’ve spun. Wake these, or give them all: have we no more, oh, not a fall; then come to her. I do forget thy rays!

Of horse, then presume? Who faileth on edge, and now more in thousand hue, while the candlesworth while Ilion likeness, my dearest place.

Of my old again. And knife not coy, but in a minute pastoral eglantine, with kisses, which is his pen doth thee poor beast!

To some melodies, the voice of shameless woe till she brook, and false enough, honye, milken walk through August. Better sauces did fail.

Thought I use it? The forms of him spight, thy fault to offer bold, his very part in days? Be run, and she wears shining; for the wood.

Long neglect has perish’d; others more than he laugh’d, as mighty potentates, louers speak too much more? Think of it for a burning Sun.

And intrude, and down, to comforting to tell you pass that last. And Betty’s still a-flying low at first in bounty wrong entent.

While his joy. And time from a dream our many mortal flies the seat of Love revision seat you come from my love’s great morning things.

Rightful children out his lip a kiss Anthea’s breast upon the sky folds in part. Shall alive moan, I mourners, weep for Adonais.

Kiddie vnwares dim, and added with you think the last: all you pause. He whom did ache from his traveller boldly: we will I do.

Now is it unders that sanguin’d by me, and the first in boils. And let my fault of blizzard an oak, where you sick, weak, paranoid.

At you wrong cheuisaunce: the devil. Poor Betty from the light, your loss, rouse than his, and self, nor borrowe ne needeth all things the cheek.

And whispering resemblance better, came these rules breath that thy tears; odours. So through the air, hover’d up in a penalty kick.

When them from his trayne. And dance added with man. Human heart grows pale common eyes still beauties please; and out then, turning. Eight is fled!

Beyond to-morrow. Covet not acquainted hast theeues the print harden into the stream of that of sad maiden cherish his veins.

Now I’m Betty will so close, hush’d over us, there in a foreigner grass. The base of high raigne on the wouldst now mans wrongs, is all.

Do but my life can say. To have been, in trembling her may breast and purple all theirs, less night you played in lit like a zeppelin.

Conquest of your further room. And band or lace between they their sleeping some virtue and tell where were by the content, for our sprung.

And the skirts that which was green the day you say. Sleek Panope with the sky Her hangs by her Johnny’s glory they to forgive us!

#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 6 #105 texts #tanka sequence

0 notes

spideys-hoe · 3 years ago

Text

Masterlist :)

Hey! here is my little corner of the internet :)

I have currently only written for Sam Holland, Tom Holland, Harry Holland, and Harrison Osterfield, but I'm trying to expand! so send in requests of any characters + celebrity's and ill try my best to write for them!

Harry Holland

Fics

Harry taking photos of you- You find out harry is in love with you when you discover all the sneaky photos he takes of you.

And they were roommates- Roommate!harry slowly falling for you, basically what it would be like to be roommate with harry

Sketches- Harry Holland x artists!reader, a moment in time where harry catches you drawing him

The Baby Dilemma- You find out your pregnant with Harrys child, freaking out it takes Harrison to push you to tell him.

Blubs

Making out with Harry

Dating harry and meeting the family for the first time

Sub!Harry *

The boys spanking you *

Roomate!Harry

The boys dating Australian reader

Reader being afraid of elevators

Meeting harry while travelling

Protective! Dad to be, Harry

Wedding night*

Protective! Harry while you sleep

Moving in together

Taking a bath together*

Telling him your Bi

Photo competition*

Pool days

Baby fever

Him dating someone from the US

Its bed time*

Sam Holland

Fics

Miscommunication- Sam is in love with you, but he thinks your in love with Harry.

Vampire!Sam x reader *- Steamy sex with vampire Sam, biting kink

Lonely conversations- While Sam was away you would talk and cuddle with Tessa, when he comes home he finds you there, having a lonely conversation with the dog.

Bad boy, Good girl *- You have the schools bad boy wrapped around your finger. Sub!Sam

Sub Bad boy sam *

Blurbs

Roomate!Sam

Needy sub!Sam

The boys spanking you *

The boys dating Australian reader

Long distance, reunited

Pool day

Sub sam! First BJ*

Best friend!Sam

Collabe with anon ⚓️ - Sub!Sam, Sam gets cocky in front of his friends, you need to show him whos truly in charge. (this one goes off the rails haha whoops)

Part one

Part two

Part three

Part four

Part five

Part six

Part seven

Part eight

Part nine

Part ten

Part eleven

Part twelve

Part thirteen

Part fourteen

Part fifteen

Part sixteen

Part seventeen

Part eighteen

Part nineteen

Part twenty

Part twenty one

Part twenty two

Part twenty three

Part twenty four

Tom Holland

Fics

-None yet

Blurb

Tom dating a reader with tattoos

The boys spanking you *

The boys dating Australian reader

Him seeing you in swimmers for the first time

Pool day

Mob!Tom

Gang!Tom x innocent reader *

Jealous! Ex boyfriend Tom

Baking together*

Harrison Osterfield

Fics

-None yet

Blurbs

Taking care of him when he’s stressed

Using your safe word *

The boys spanking you *

Dom!Haz *

Waking up next to Harrison

Sub!Harrison *

The boys dating Australian reader

Late night cuddles

Movie nights

Comforting insecure reader

Dates with Harrison

Cuddle buddies

Pool day

Collab with ⚓ anon- Dom!Harrison*

Part one

Part two

Part three

Part four

Part five

Part six

Part seven

Part eight

#harry holland #sam holland x reader #sam holland #harry holland x reader #sam holland imagine #sam holland smut #sub sam #tom holland #harrison x reader #sam holland fluff #Tom Holland #Tom Holland x reader #Tom Holland fluff #Tom Holland smut #harrison x reader fluff #harrison osterfield smut #harrison osterfeild #harrison imagine

228 notes · View notes

symphonicmetal101 · 3 years ago

Text

RANKED

Worst to Best: Storytelling

Based on: emotion, immersion, staying on topic, interest/dtamatics

11. Beel: not very good at telling stories, as he finds the main point, illustrates it as quickly as possible in the most monotone voice ever. In some ways its nice but sometimes you want a little drama. "I scored the final touchdown and won the game :)" and then move on to monchin his sandwich.

10. Belphie: Better at emoting than his twin, but too lazy to add any sort of flair, resulting in the same sort of barebones "story" as Beel's.

9. Lucifer: would be good at storytelling if he didnt always find something to be sad or salty about while hes telling it. His stories always end up being bittersweet, as theyre all about his past.

8. Diavolo: though being a royal has its perks, a strict father makes it difficult to have childhood stories that dont come with sneaking around and/or disappointment. Stories that happen now are either somewhat mundane for most people, like "I got to have fast food for the first time! :D" (but I love him so I would listen to his story anyways, dw bby boi). Other stories are hard to follow, as he bounces from subject to subject excitedly, so you might have to remind him what the original story was gonna be bc of the tangent he went off on.

7. Mammon: has a lot of interesting stories both from his past and more recent endeavours. Very enthused to share them, but also gets side tracked easily, starting one story that accidentally ends in a totally different one.

6. Barbatos: has a ton of hot gossip that makes for good conversation, but anything from his past does not make for too much of a happy story. Doesnt really remember his childhood, nor does he want to. If you can get him to talk about what he likes to do, he is able to tell some very interesting and engaging stories about himself. (Also didnt Barb say he used to dance/alluded to working at The Fall at one point? Thats one hell of a story in itself. If it wasnt Barb it was Luci, idk)

5. Simeon: as an author, he knows how to set a scene, a mood, stick to a plot line *once its been established*. Hes a pretty good story teller, with a lot of ebb and flow to his voice. He is able to catch and keep your interest quickly, but sometimes as he tells stories he gets another idea for the way it "should" have gone, and sometimes that takes away from his focus in the moment, so the story will be dry and boring for a minute before he gets back into it properly.

4. Levi: once you get him going, its hard to get him to stop, and who would want him to? He uses various hand gestures as he gets more and more into the story hes telling, whether its one of his own from times at sea or a retelling of something hes watched/read/played. As long as you reassure him that youre interested in what hes saying as he goes by asking questions and listening, hes happy to go on and on. If its some sort of water trick, he will absolutely dive into Henrys tank, demonstrate it, and hop back out/lean over the edge of the tank to continue the story without missing a beat. (Also, goldfish grow to the size of their tank so WHY the fuck does Henry 2.0 need such a big tank??? Levi??? You planning to ride a giant ass goldfish into your next battle? Or is Henry 2.0 secretly Lotans next giant treat- bc goldfish are so fatty it would be fucking junk food for your sea serpant- but like why the hell do you need a giant goldfish? Is the fish holding you hostage? Threatening you? "Give me big tank or else blub blub motherfucker " ????? Anyways)

3. Asmo: also has hot gossip, but he mixes it into his stories well, and he has plenty from parties hes been to, to Solomons embarrassing moments, to anything hes seen on social media- hes full of stories. He also has a mind like a trap, so if you want him to tell a story again, he can do it almost word for word but with the same energy from the first time. Very engaging and fun to listen too.

2. Satan: has read enough books to recount many from heart. He enjoys doing different voices and often does it subconsciously; if you point it out he'll get flustered and be hesitant to do it again, actively trying not to until he gets pulled into the story again. His enthusiasm makes it very engaging, and he knows how to make the mood right for the scene hes telling.

1. Solomon: yeah ok I had to make the bastard the best at something, and here it is. Having been alive in the human realm for centuries, in contact with demons and angels alike, and a magic user, he has *plenty* of stories to tell and knows exactly how to tell them in order to leave you wanting more. With certain stories he will use magic to animate the story in front of you as he speaks. (Kinda like that scene with Elsa in Frozen 2 when shes singing Into the Unknown). He loves to leave his stories with cliffhangers or tell them so that they sound questionable enough youre not sure if he made it up or if it actually happened. Is almost always down to tell you a story.

#v talks #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me! swd #obey me!#obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me beel #obey me belphie #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me! shall we date?#obey me simeon #obey me solomon #obey me headcanons

174 notes · View notes

sokayisaidiot · 4 years ago

Text

Why Tommy is one of THE BEST written characters in existence.

Alright, that’s it

Here I give you my fuckin Take on why Tommy is one of the best written characters out there and can easily compete with best-selling Novels like Percy Jackson and Harry Potter. I’m sick of a trashing that doesn’t even make sense. So buckle up. Here I will tell you why Tommy has one of the best written characters in history of Books and Movies. Remember, I write this all in my perspective and take many examples of other character books as well

Before this all starts, I will also talk about the main characters of some series, since Tommy has the reputation of being a “main” character.

When I look at the books I’ve read, I see a large range of characters and there way of making the story interesting.

Now, to establish a good character, we need key points of motivations, to make them relatable and bla bla blub:

Personality

Part of the story

Their Powers

Flaws

Relationships

Prized Possessions

History/the backstory

The moral and story the character tells

First tho, I want to explain some words I’m going to use here!

Mary Sue/Gary Stu:

Those are characters who are flawless, have missing chunks of personality and mostly one way written. They are easy to achieve when you are trying to make your character look badass.

Examples in some Fandoms are

· Rey Skywalker (Star Wars Sequels 7-9)

· Hermione Granger (Harry Potter Movies)

· Bella Swan (Twilight)

Tree-System:

Imagine a tree. You plant something small and soon you have something giant with many branches, roots and connections. You have the seed you plant and with caring and care you let it grow. Then you have somewhat a sapling. The tree grows with the care and soon you have a tree with many branches.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Personality

Negative:

Tommy’s personality is very brash and out of control = He’s barely containable in fights, going off to do his own risky plans and starting two or so fights. He can’t forgive a person very easily like Eret, who took it a long time to get forgiveness and Techno, as he shot Tubbo at the Festival. He makes decision that also cost his life like the duel because he hates losing

Tommy can be very lazy, giving the thought he wouldn’t have to do the hard work = Shown when he tries to steal the hearts of seas from Eret or potions from Techno, bargain with “drugs” by Puffy and Ponk or gives other people the work he doesn’t want to do like he did with getting cobblestone

Like a child, he often clings to close people and annoys others for attention = His desperate attempts to have company or someone praising him shows, when he tries to get Philza’s approval (or a pat on the back), constantly looking out, if Tubbo’s either okay or where his is,

He doesn’t like to wait or doing things in the long run = He constantly asks when something is finished, when they could go or in his exile, when he was allowed to go back to L’Manburg

He doesn’t show often his cooled down, scared and vulnerable side = He often overshadows his trauma with a facade of jokes and bad hidden hurt he brings out. When he talks about something bad, he’s clearly confused, not really knowing on how to understand it. Also he runs away from things he can’t control a panic attack like visiting the final control room or looking away from the holes in Logstedshire

He runs without head into a battle so often as possible = Only when they had their final showdown for the disc, Tommy was seen preparing in story, thinking it would be his last fight

---

Positive:

But as he has negative traits, his positive shows to many people clearly.

His unwavering loyalty to the closest of people = His loyalty to Tubbo, Wilbur And L’Manburg are, were and always will be a part of him. He stands against anyone who goes against that, even if it means pain in many ways.

Passionate about dear projects of his = You can see Tommy talking about his discs or see an video where he would spent days getting different discs. Those things are very known to be rare things, so for Tommy to possess it gives him somewhat power. L’Manburg was the same passion, even a bit more, as you can see he was ready to give up his most prized disk. The last and in the moment is his hotel

Bravery like no one makes him as one of the dangerous person on peoples hitlist = He stands up for others. He stood up to L’Manburg. He in the end didn’t care that he lost a life. When he sees a foe, he won’t stand down and submit, he will fight against the oppression and tell them that in the face. During the mission to get a visa, he stood against Schlatt, even if they were clearly in the loose of people and disadvantage. Or getting an apology of Sapnap for killing Niki’s fox. Fighting against 5 people with just one ally while the other is a hostage.

His leadership = There are not many people who can take it up, but Tommy is an exception. He can coordinate people with his loud voice and somewhat thought plans. He is charismatic, even if he’s not so good at it like Wilbur, he still can motivate people to fight for themselves or others. He’s seen to lead others into battle and taking in the fighting part a leading role

Unselfish. That’s one of the most arguable things about Tommy`s character = You can´t look at a kid and say he is selfish because he wants to get something dearly back. Especially Tommy, after he gave the things up, he cared about. But if something is happening again, he will lay it down to do the other thing. As seen by the egg, he had a hard time thinking what to do. He, in a long time, didn’t want to be catalyst for something to happen. Not when he in the moment could have stopped it. So doing this act for himself ones, was a good decisions, since they clearly weren’t ready for war

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Part of the Story

Outside of the story:

Let’s all just get something “straight”. What would Dream SMP without Tommyinnit. Now. Don’t get me wrong. All the creators on the SMP are amazing. They are all wonderful and deserve every bit of Attention and fame they get. But just imagine.

We heard from Tubbo, he was the one, who got him into the SMP. Schlatt and Wilbur came because of a “visit”. Quackity was added because TOMMY said he was bored. And from that, we got somewhat of a tree system. As Tommy was invited and drawn into conflict by Sapnap (shoutout to best boy!), he got more people.

He also has the highest viewership and kind of shortest streams, since he is doing college next to Youtube and Streaming. He can’t give up his high viewers since all of those 200.000 (average) – closing 650.000 People (doing something like a big lore stream in prison or the disc final), choose to watch him.

Also a reminder again, Tommy has his storyline as does everyone else. When we saw Tommy and Techno during the partner up arc doing something with the dogs, they saw the start of the red vines arc BUT said they were on the wrong storyline. Tommy was asked by the eggpire writers if he wanted to be a part of the story and he said yes. Why do you think he nearly says nothing about the egg. He leaves it to the writers. Also, it was said by one of Wilbur’s Character descriptions, that Tommy was okay with others doing something with his character, while Techno was more reluctant with his.

Let me say it again, every creator is awesome and individual! Nobody should be compared to others. But with Tommy coming to the Dream SMP, there really was a change in the game.

Remember, that’s because we also have a BT (before Tommy) and AT (after Tommy) Timestamp in the wiki!

Inside of the story:

Now, with Sapnap, Alyssa, Ponk and Tommy in the first ever big conflict its shown the importance. People assume Tommy is one of the conflict bringers, even though he was dragged in it by having something stolen by Sapnap and then forced to fight with him, to get it back.

The Consequences he’s got where having his discs get stolen. This is what Tommy’s biggest character motivation was the first two seasons. Those discs are known on the server and when you think about gifting something to C!Tommy, it would be a disc.

Techno = Disc Wait

Badboyhalo = Disc Pigstep, Chirp

HBomb = Disc Pigstep, Wait

Tubbo = Stal

LazarBeam = Far

Tommy is a openminded boy who longs for funny little adventures and pranks, since he is just a young person. It’s in his nature.

So why, when he does something, are people looking on him?

Because the things he was and is a part of some of the biggest events. And him being so loud and brave and rash lets him stand out. If you look at the old (hah) Revolution of L’Manburg, who can you hear talking the most and the loudest? Tommy and Dream. They were the most outgoing about the war with Sapnap, Tubbo and Wilbur following. Fundy was more quieter (thankfully he has so much more lore now).

Tommy’s character is known to fall or be dragged head first in almost every conflict. He has connections to who? Mostly everybody. So of course he’s connected big parts to the stories.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Powers

Okay. Every “main” character or character with huge importance to the story has some kind of power. Looking at Dream, who is a “demigod” or Ranboo who I don’t even have to talk about. So what about Tommy?

Well. He doesn’t have any. Tommyinnit is one of the people, we get to have as an “human” character

Hannah = nature “Spirit”

Karl Jacobs = Timetraveller

Antfrost, Technoblade, Ranboo, Fundy = Hybrids

Dream = Something something green blob

Awesamdude, Puffy, Philza, Sapnap, Eret, Schlatt = Adding Features (wings, eyes, body parts)

Badboyhalo, Skeppy = completely different species apparently

Tommy has, as we know of the moment, a not confirmed power. The assumptions of the egg are not clear, since we haven’t seen those interact in a while. All we know is, Tommy didn’t get hurt, destroying a part and not feeling anything, while being in contact. That in canon considered.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Flaws

As talked before in personality and also in an assumption, we see the pattern of loyalty and brashness repeating.

Flaws are the most important parts of a character. It shows the struggle of their adventure and learning how to live with it.

Percy Jackson learned loyalty is nothing, if you don’t have someone to project it on.

Harry Potter and Luke Skywalker learned being a hot head didn’t really bring him forward and it’s important to have a plan

Frodo Beutlin learned that it is okay taking care of yourself and what attachment means

Anakin Skywalker learned fear is controllable and it shouldn’t be a remaining part of your life

Tommy learned over the time that his rashness could hurt others, loyalty couldn’t come back to him like he gave it out and he learns even more in the coming future.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Relationships

Tommy’s relationships is a mess of strings. Some are badly knotted and some are very clear.

A characters connections is an important part for the character himself.

Relationships in life are

· Enemies(-figure)

· Rivals(-figure)

· Friends(-figure)

· Family(-figure)

· Lover(-figure)

· Complicated family(-figure)

· Complicated friend (-figure)

Relationships are a part of everyone’s life. Not with everybody is a good relationship holdable. Either it’s because their hurting each other or another person. People change and that’s a part of life.

Tommy realized, even tho it hurt, that Techno wasn’t good for his mental state and health. It went against everything Tommy ever stood for.

And Tommy and Tubbo’s relationship wasn’t really that broken. It’s normal for friends to fight. Normal for them hit their heads in. Tommy and Tubbo were surrounded with people who were, at the time, a terrible addition to their mental life.

The Dream SMP doesn’t talk it out, hell the talking club was just destroyed because they preferred fists over words. So why do you think everything is going out with a fight, if it’s all they learned.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Priced Possessions

Every character has to something a connection.

Might it be Percy Jackson and his sword

Might it be Harry with his glasses, broomstick and wand

Frodo and his stupid ring

For Tommy we all know it’s his ender chest inside and secret chest. He keeps many belongings in his chests and always has been one for those things. He kept flowers, compasses, Friendship signs and most importantly, his discs.

The care for something of items are important. Might it be a teddy, old photo or jewelry. People get protective over it, because it holds sentimental value to the person.

If you ask me, to let go of my teddy bear, I will show you my middle finger. Probably beat you up too.

You can’t just throw out your memories into a fire or pit of lava. This is just showing you never had a care and everything you had a memory with it before would have been gone.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

History/Backstory

We don’t have much here, but still something to work with.

A Hero doesn’t have an easy live. And it’s an said thing that every Hero needs an origin Story.

Tommy, said not really anything about his past.

All we know is that Tommy didn’t have anyone, presumably an Orphan, he knew the sleepy bois already a long time ago and he never learned on how to ride a bike, saying he never really had a family.

Signs that he didn’t even leave half a good life are:

· his knowledge on stealing and preferring this over working for it

· Liking to live in weird spaces like carved out holes in sides of hills (his hobbit hole or the basement by Techno) or living in his tent over a hole house

· His liking of cobblestone and dirt, which are easy gettable blocks

· Holding his goodies and friends close to him

· Craving for attention or contact in general

And now for the part with the dream SMP.

We saw how it changed him. We saw his trauma and all the bad things that happened to him.

And that’s why we say his actions came from those past experiences and things. We are NOT excusing them, but showing. Past trauma CHANGES a person. It brings experience and a heavy amount of pain and anger. ESPECIALLY at a young age, you will change due to your experience in life. You will grow worried and anxious. Tommy did that. He grew more anxious, angry, scared and also experienced.

Stop saying trauma doesn’t explain it. Yes. It does. His lashing out came from his past and negative experience. Imagine growing up in a world where this is the norm. War and banishing. As well as death. Tommy has reasons why he is acting and does stuff.

Understand it. You don’t have to forgive him or anything. But understand it.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The moral and the story the character tells us

When we see Tommy, we see a boy who went nearly through it all. Mental/Physical Abuse, Abandonment, War, Suicidal thoughts, betrayal, Death, etc…

He doesn’t show forgiveness for his abuser. Still has signs, that he fights with the past abuse, but he tells us a story of learning from past mistakes, that even in the darkest hours, there’s a way out. Things will, can and be ugly and those are dark hours, but in no way should you think that it’s over. Life is more than one way and can always turn into a new direction.

Life takes something old away from you. Life gives you something new. You lose someone, you find someone new. Friends can turn into enemies. Enemies can turn into friends. You can meet the weirdest people. You can meet the most amazing people. You can be alone and in the next second, you’re not. You will often lose, but you also can win if you give everything.

Life can be weird and that’s okay.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

My Fazit (that’s german)

The thing is, he is very real for many viewers such as myself. He acts like how many teenagers his age reacts.

He doesn’t be “baby”, because he shows the “ugly” sides of trauma. He shows that attachments are good and you shouldn’t forgive your abuser. In no way. He shows that acting out and lashing out are two things that happen, when you have been in wars for many times and nearly just know that.

He has many flaws and mistakes but those make him even more real. He is showing how he is growing.

As a person, friend, (pseudo-)family.

He is real to many of the viewer since he doesn’t have any powers that are existing in our world to solve their problems. He knows that nobody would have helped him and Tubbo against Dream if he didn’t pay others.

Also that you can’t be friends with everyone and that it’s okay that not everybody likes you.

Tommy´s character is the most human and realistic character in a way of how we would react. We are humans who are lashing out and who are having ugly sides.

And also please stop saying that, since I really can relate to Tommy and I don’t want to be feeling like a “bad-written Character”…

And Don’t even get me started on Tommy’s acting dude!

He is one of the best actors and that one livestreams! In from off 200.000 – 600.000 People!

On the face cam alone is so much to see…

· You can see his face with each emotion shifting,

· when something funnily weird happens, he looks dead eyes in the camera

The voice acting…

· His breathing,

· the stuttering in his voice,

· THE GODDAMN EMOTIONS IN HIS FACE

HIS MUSIC CHOICE!

· He changes the music fitting for the situations as in fighting scenes or funny moments.

· He also has some funny bits with his music.

· Like a goddam DJ!

The ingame character

· His movements and head stares

· The jumping around when he gets overactive

· Long stops when he thinks or is sad!

You can see, I am a person from Tumblr and saw way too much bullshit around tommys character.

Stop critiquing him so badly.

You could say, I woke up and chose violence

>:D

#tommyinnit #mcyt #dream smp #character analysis #dream smp character analysis

487 notes · View notes

fellulahh · 5 years ago

Note

Ok, ngl, your writings are: ❤️💖A D O R A B L E 💖❤️ The ones with the bois going to be dads are especially cute 🥺💖💖💖 I am kinda wondering- How will the boys react when their bab is on the way- >w> Ok bye qwp

Thank you for your kind words!! I loved writing the baby drabbles😹💓

The brothers reactions to MC going into labour

Lucifer:

- it happens in the night when they’re both in bed together

- He immediately jumps up when he sees MC wincing in pain

- You bet your ass he’s got the hospital bag ready for this moment, this is Lucifer after all

- He’s super terrified about becoming a father as it hits him that this is really happening

- Has no time to be thinking about that though because his MC is in pain

- Constant soft concerned face

- Does whatever he can to help her: wipes her forehead with a towel, lets her squeeze his hand etc

- Supports her body weight as they make their way to the front door

- He’s never felt his heart beat so fast

Mammon:

- happens when they’re play fighting in his room

- He’s more scared than she is

- Like he is absolutely petrified, not only are they about to have a baby but he’s never seen MC in so much pain

- Do all humans suffer like this when they’re in labour??

- High key feels awful because he was partly responsible for putting her in this position

- Once the initial panic is over, he begins jumping up and down on the spot with excitement taking deep breaths

- MC has to remind him that she is in labour and will need to be taken to the hospital at some point because he’s too busy yelling “I’M GONNA BE A DAD”

Levi:

- when he realises MC is going into labour he tries with all of his might not to collapse

- The most stressed he has ever been (a good kind though)

- Has to pinch himself as he can’t stop asking ‘is this really happening?’

- Runs back and forth gathering their belongings to take to the hospital

- Tries to bring one of his gaming consoles before MC shouts at him

- Nervous, toothy grins keep making their way onto his face

- Smiles at MC with blushing cheeks as he squeezes her hand

- “Be back soon Henry! We’ll be bringing back your younger brother/sister”

Satan:

- He notices the signs MC has gone into labour before she does

- The months of him reading human pregnancy books were about to pay off

- He instantly knows what to do, he picks up a bag that was hidden underneath his bed full of the essential items they need to take with them to the hospital

- (When she wasn’t having immense pains) MC can’t help but look at Satan in awe

- She begins to get emotional seeing him so prepared for this and starts to blub

- Satan can’t help but laugh as he helps her off the bed

- He places a hand on her belly with a big smile on his face as they leave the room, kissing her temple softly

Asmo:

- they were in the middle of watching a chick flick together when MC starts getting pains

- Asmo nearly faints from excitement

- He’s like a little puppy darting around the room

- Gushes a lot, speaks of his admiration for MC as he helps her stand

- Has a super cheery look on his face as a bounces around

- Almost makes MC dizzy from all of his prancing

- Whips out a designer bag with all of their necessities

- His excitement actually helps distract MC from the pain momentarily

Beel:

- oh he is one excited soft boi

- Will do whatever he can to try and help MC with the pain until it is time to leave for the hospital

- While MC is beginning to panic, he just has the same cheesy grin plastered across his face as he goes back and forth getting everything they need for when it’s time

- He smothers her in kisses when she doesn’t look too uncomfortable

- When it’s time he helps her with every step despite already carrying a huge bag with their essentials (and food)

- Lets MC grip onto him when she winces in pain

- He’s not scared AT ALL, he just can’t wait to be a Dad

- Completely and utterly in love with MC in that very moment (more so than usual if that’s even possible)

Belphie:

- curses a lot when he realises what’s happening

- Realises he can’t show MC that he’s panicking because then she’ll start panicking too

- He swallows his nerves as his heart starts thumping

- Ends up being super supportive

- He keeps reassuring her that everything is going to be fine and that he’s going to take care of her

- Strokes her hair and helps encourage deep breaths when she’s in pain

- Gives her his pillow to squeeze as he helps her through the house

- Has a hand on her back the whole time

Diavolo:

- his eyes are like saucers

- MC has to stop him from going to his balcony to shout ‘ITS HAPPENING, THE FUTURE PRINCE/PRINCESS OF DEVILDOM IS COMING’

- Gives her a big kiss on the head when he helps her up onto her feet

- His chest is rising up and down profusely

- His heart suddenly sinks when he realises the extent of her pain

- It’s in that moment that he feels this intense admiration, marvelling at the woman he loves. She’s going through all of this pain to bring their baby into the world

- When he realises the pain is too much for her to even stand, he whisks her up in his arms, carrying his future Queen of Devildom in his strong embrace

- He tries to put on a strong front for MC but inside he’s absolutely elated, he never thought this day would come

#obey me beelzebub #obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me diavolo #obey me shall we date #obey me imagines #obey me mammon #obey me satan #obey me one shot #obey me levi #obey me leviathan #obey me asmo #obey me asmodeus #obey me beel #obey me belphegor #obey me belphie

676 notes · View notes

tendoki · 5 years ago

Note

pulling up with a baby with tendou bc of the quarantine and how the team would react pls 🥺 i feel like coach washijo would be happy and would try to convince yall to let the bby go to shiratorizawa 🤣

anon ive been having the worst day but this request made me lose my shit thank u so much GOOD LORD LMFAOO

I did my best to do this request JUSTICE lol. it turned into general baby havin hcs but I hope you like it regardless!! its rlly long so my bad 🥺

Shiratorizawa reacting to Tendou + his s/o leaving lockdown w a mfin BABY

OK. so he was prob at your apartment when the lockdown was announced

so since all his shit was already there, he had clothes and a toothbrush n it was just generally more convenient for him to stay at your place

he did! he messaged his mom to let her know where hed be, she Didnt Mind lol (we dont know much ab tendous family so?? aah)

now. not saying yall spent all ur time fucking. but u 100% did

and since u ran out of birth control and condoms pretty soon into quarentine......... 👀

both of u sorta just went

FUCK IT

both of you were pretty in love anyway, and even if things didnt work out, you guys figured that youd always work together to be the best parents for the kid you could possibly be

which led to were ur at now. a measly week out of quarantine. n ur being rushed to the labour ward.

tendou is RUNNING AFTER U W HIS LONG ASS LEGS

shiratorizawa closed for the rest of the academic year, which meant that as a 3rd year, you guys and a lot of the team wouldnt see eachother in uniform again

but not to worry!! to make up for the missed celebrations theyve organised a prom and a couple days where 3rd years can come in and give proper goodbyes to everyone, including the coaches!!

everyone on the team showed up, because they wanted to say bye to their senpais 🥺🥺

but. that's like 3 months from ur labour

so when u n tendou pull up to the school, with a 3month old CHILD they r. astounded.

they know its u guys' tho

literally theres not even the possibility for a JOKE that u cheated on tendou because the kid has the same fucking hair.

it's only a little tuft (u know what anime babies look like lol) but that nose n that hair? TENDOU SATORIS GENES CAME THRU

the baby has ur eyes. and compared to the rest of its tiny little face?? they're fucking HUGE

you guys let ushijima hold him (I feel like youd have a son?) and ngl ushi cries.

it's a single tear but tendou will INSIST that waka was SOBBING years afterward

everyone is so attached to the kid sorry

USHIJIMA IS THE GODFATHER LMAO DID U EXPECT ANYTHING ELSE???

the baby is so attached to semi tho!!! the second semi reaches forward to hold the kid and poke at its fat lil cheeks, hes giggling and blubbering up at his uncle semi 🥺

JWJDJD GOSHIKI FREEZES WHEN YOU OFFER HIM TO HOLD THE KID. HE JUST GOES PALE AND FREEZES UP

REON IS SO GOOD WITH THE BABY

he offers to help you guys go shopping for more baby stuff 🥺🥺 and when his mom finds out ab the kid (team sleepovers were at reons house n u were ALWAYS invited so she LOVES U sorry I make the rules)

she gives u some of reons old baby clothes!!! n ur LOSING ur mind because WDYM THIS TALL MFER WAS ONCE LIKE A FOOT TALL AND WEARING A BLUE BEAR ONESIE???

she doesnt judge u for being a young mother!! I imagine she was too?? Reon is real respectful n I'll be damned if she isnt just as sweet

the coaches are already on your ass about toddler volleyball. they call up a couple friends and have already organized a group for teaching young Young YOUNG kids how to play despite ur son being. 3 months old.

the whole team is Maybe in love with your son

sorry. it's our son now. shiratorizawa owns ur kid :/

when shirabu is holding your boy. the whole team watches as semi get jealous????? over a kid that's NOT his???

hes petty and tells him that hes holding him wrong (hes not)

washijo is obsessed with ur baby. hes so proud of tendou. insisting that ur son being 'the size of a FAT volleyball' is a great sign for his skills in the court

the whole team. is offering money. they know u 2 are JUST out of highschool and with quarentine, are probably pretty low on cash??

BUT !! I 100% hc that tendou draws!! nd hes been doing a shit load of commissions for like. years LOL

n hes always saved that money!! he only spent it on shounen jump, which dont make too much of a dent in the money pile lol

besides he took emergency comms the second you guys found out ab the pregnancy

if you draw/write/do any work from home that's gets you money, then you do that too!!

he forces u to do less work than him tho because hes WORRIED AB U N THE BABY 🥺

but you guys appreciate the offers from your friends!!! Reon and Ushi's mom both volunteer to baby sit when you guys want a date night, thus ur child creating one hell of a friendship between the ex-captain and his vice's mothers 🥺

I'm not gonna go thru ALL the team members reactions

but they're all really happy!! ofc they scold tendou for not using protection and are MAJORLY GROSSED OUT KNOWING THAT THE TWO OF U HAVE INDEED HAD SEX

even tho the fact that satori is a Horny boy should be universal knowledge by now

the team is there for you guys while the baby grows up!! the second the kid can walk ushi is kneeling down and teaching him to spike

tendou is just as bad and insists that his son is a prodigy and should be a pro volleyball player already

LISTEN

TENDOUS SHIRATORIZAWA NUMBER??? HIS JERSEY

U GUYS GET A TINY VERSION OF THAT MADE

EVEN OF HE ISNT DOING VOLLEYBALL ANYMORE THIS MAN IS SO PROUD TO SEE HIS NUMBER ON HIS BOY 🥺🥺🥺👉🏻👈🏻

ur son is a mamas boy n it breaks tendous heart ngl

u make up for it by having a daughter a year or two down the line 😳 n shes OBSESSED with her dad it's cute but also BABY ur 4 please stop sleeping in mommy n daddies bed 🥺🥺🥺

also ur sons first words

oh boy

u can tell that the whole fuckin team has been teaching ur son volleyball stuff

u came home n ur son is sat in the living room SURROUNDED by ur (other) boys

ur (main) boy starts blubbing and bouncing at the sight of his mama 🥺 (or dada/other parent if ur an afab trans person!!!)

you tell off the team for tryna get ur baby into vball when hes barely 6months at this point

but before the boys all leave 🥺🥺 ur son grabs his favourite uncle semi and just goes

'sehtah!!!' (setter)

SEMI BREAKS DOWN CRYIBG LMAOOO

ngl tendou n u r kinda pissed that ur babies first words werent mama or dada. but then u see how happy semi is n u both just 🥺

semi is soft for your son and as the kid grows up hes still attached to him

he cant get away with being a brat though, boys got a whole mfing TEAM of dads/uncles PLUS grampy Washijo are ready to scold this boy

your son (and future daughter) are both SO loved though

theyve always got SOMEONE they know they can depend on

the team loves tendou and they love u, so OFC they ADORE any kids u guys have EVER.

they stay in contact with both of you even if you split up later on, they care enough about you guys that the y/n tendou powercouple is something every new generation of shiratorizawa volleyboys are taught about and introduced to

and YES ANON. WASHIJO DOES INSIST ON YOUR KID(S) GOIN SHIRATORIZAWA

they're guaranteed a spot!! they dont even have to work for it lmfaooo

mostly because coach threatens to leave the school and work with karasuno if they dont confirm them a place

it's an empty threat but it WORKS

the worldwide lockdown of 2020 is something you and tendou remember fondly forever 🥺

even if it was in bad circumstances the two of you made something so positive

this turned into general baby hcs with tendou MY BAD LOL IM IN LOVE WITH THIS MAN AND ALSO CONSTANTLY GOING THRU BABY FEVER

#tendou satori #tendou satori x reader #tendou satori fluff #hq x reader #haikyuu x reader #yeah i love kids so much #long post

155 notes · View notes

tenderlyrenjun · 4 years ago

Text

The Rich Truth

part nine | part ten | part eleven

2,2k words

What was that thing about alcohol and sleep people keep saying - it helps you fall asleep better? Faster?

You cannot recall, not that you were trying hard to. Well, your body needs that information as it struggles to fall into deep sleep while the alcohol from last night, or really this morning, leaves your system. Your muscles tense into the bed, trying to keep you in a comfortable, semi-paralyzed position while your heartbeat and breathing regulate. Even your brain turned off the dreaming factor, shutting down to shove all your energy into achieving rem sleep.

But alcohol is not the only thing keeping your body agitated so late in the morning.

Renjun’s phone goes off, and you can vaguely recognize the ringtone while unconscious, but it sounds a lot like the alarm you use to wake up for class. After the fourth blaring ring, you wave a hand over the nightstand with all the charging electronics, dreamily thanking a deity for the hands free option that is going to let you sleep in more, at 11:15 A.M.

Or at least, would let you sleep in more if it was an alarm you had turned off.

“Renjun? Hello? Renjun? If you don’t -”

You bolt upright, eyes wide open and panicked. The blue blanket falls into your lap when you dive halfway across your bed to claw for Renjun’s phone, a woman’s voice becoming increasingly more exasperated.

“Hello, hello, good morning,” you greet in the most proper form you can, simultaneously patting down your messy hair as if she could see you unkempt. This has the same energy as your first phone call with Renjun, you think, as the woman continues in Chinese. You only know a few words and maybe a few beginner characters that pre-kindergartners know, but her fast speech spins your head in circles, taking you back to your native language screaming I don’t know what the hell you are saying in your head until she recognizes your silence as confusion.

“Where is my son?” she asks you, the edge in her voice displaced from him onto you, changing from Chinese to Korean. “Why the hell is he not answering his phone? Who are you?”

Oh, fuck, you think, you are actually meeting his mom right now. This is no longer a joke the two of you can pass around. Well, maybe it will be a joke in the future, but, God, it is terrifying right now. What are you supposed to even say?

Wait.

She asked you three questions and is probably tapping her foot impatiently, something you assume Renjun would do on your earliest phone calls or texts.

You put the phone on speaker and tap through Renjun’s calendar until you find the color-coded system: flamingo pink for Renjun, lavender purple for Jeno, and banana yellow for Jaemin. You vaguely recognized the names on the other schedules, but the thought of investigating them more flies out the window, Renjun’s mom at the forefront of your mind.

“Renjun, he is in class,” you say shakily, trying to slow down your voice so it appears calm and collected, completely opposite your disheveled appearance. “I ... am his assistant, so I have his phone for the time being while he is in class on a full schedule right now, but I can call him after and give him your message.”

“Okay ... assistant,” she responds hesitantly, somewhat satisfied with your answers and lighting up on the receptive voice outgoing. “Answer me this: why is my son not coming home for Chuseok? I tried confirming with his pilot today that he is leaving Wednesday at 10 after his drawing residency, but no! He apparently cancelled last night and has yet to tell me why.”

Fuck, shit, fuck, fuck, fuck, your brain loops. You do not have an answer for that, and trying to come up for one on the spot has your mind racing through possibilities, but you realize that you do not really know him well enough to give even a half-heart excuse. You actually did not know he was leaving to go to China for Chuseok, just assuming “going out with friends” meant heading out to a club in Gangnam, maybe all the way out to Jeju island at the farthest. Who the hell goes to another country for the fucking weekend?

“Is something wrong?” she asks softer, suddenly worried for her son’s health over anything else.

“No!” you blurt out, almost aggressively, suddenly protective over a boy you just discovered that you barely know. “He just ...” A light blub goes off in your head, remembering all your talks about his work and busy schedule. “His internship is slightly overworking him, and he has a few things to figure out before he heads out for the weekend - he will still see you - and-and he will be in touch with you later on.”

“Oh? Maybe I should have set up a meeting with his department head.”

You mute the phone to scream into a pillow, then breathe a little bit to regain composure. What the hell are you saying? Why the hell are you saying more things, assuming more things? You turn your audio back on, then speak calmly again.

“He says it is not a big de- problem,” you continue using professional tone, catching your slip before she says anything. “Do you have anymore questions? i can talk to him at -” You quickly return to his schedule, scanning all the way to the end of his busy day - fuck, how does he do all this in just one day? - “in 30 minutes during his lunch break before his mixed media class and get more answers.”

“No, just tell him to call me before the weekend. I haven’t heard from him in nearly a month, save for a few texts here and there off his iPad, which is weird because he does not like connecting that thing to WiFi unless he absolutely has to. Anyways, I would like to speak to my son as soon as possible, or else I am going to fly to his school, thanks.”

“No pr-” The phone line goes dead before you can finish the sentence; must run in the family, you think. “-oblem. Okay.” You take a deep inhale, relaxing after that impromptu conversation, and put a palm over your rapid heartbeat.

Then the panic creeps up and you are diving through Renjun’s phone again, punching in your phone number that you have listed under his name just to remember that you are texting another human being, not yourself. His phone rings, obnoxiously long, then it shuts off, so you call him again ... and again ... and again. They say seventh time is the charm, right? That is how the phrase goes, right? Well it must be since it worked; he answered on the seventh try.

“Okay, something either has to be wrong for you to call me seven times while I’m in class,”’ Renjun finally answers before his voice takes on a deeper, mischievous tone, “or you’re just needy which I don’t mind. After all, you looked really h-”

“I talked to your mom,” you blurt out, interrupting him. You are doing that a lot - maybe the Huang family just ... does something to you, makes you want to blurt out every random, tangential thought you had.

“Oh?”

“She said you’re supposed to go to China this weekend?” you ventured into that unknown part of his life, leaving a questioning inflection at the end for him to tell you that you are wrong but he says nothing, his silence acting as confirmation.

“I’m still going,” he informs you slowly, like he is making sure precious glass will not break. He really does not know what else to say, especially since his brain is trying to expel thoughts of linear programming and your little black dress, in favor of talking with you. He also does not want to accidentally reveal how he feels about you, but it looks like the situation is catching up with him, almost giving him the perfect opportunity to say hey, I like you! Please, I hope you like me too.

“Oh,” you say, dejected, not knowing how to respond either. You do not feel close enough (?), maybe, to ask him to stay, but you want him to and you want to officially meet him. The holiday would be the perfect time ... but ... he is leaving ... even though ... “She said that you cancelled your flight.”

“Yeah.” There is rustling on the other side of the phone as he rubs his neck, unsure what to disclose. “It was pretty last minute - the cancellation, but I was going to talk with my pilot to get an early flight on Thursday morning, after class today, which I guess has ended prematurely due to your phone call.”

Your face heats up and you hide in a pillow you pulled onto your lap midway through Renjun’s explanation. “Sorry.” Then you get a little braver, not really wanting him to leave just yet; you feel like you neglected him a little bit last night, and even though he is busy right now, you want to hear his voice - it is nice to semi-wake up to, just as it is nice to semi-fall asleep to after your nightly FaceTime chats. “Can I ask why you wanted a later flight?”

Renjun nods his head, then realizes you cannot see him. “Right, yeah. I wanted to ask if we could meet, like tomorrow or Wednesday, but I was waiting until tonight to ask.”

“Oh,” you drawl out, surprised by him again. You kind of expected to meet him after the holiday or to, you didn’t know, push off meeting him for awhile before your feelings for him grow too strongly and he says something like how he does not return them.

“Look,” he catches your attention with the serious edge in his voice, almost as if he read your thoughts, “I’m - I - I just have to ask, because you are driving me absolutely insane - first with this whole situation, then with that dress last night -” you look down at your outfit, the black material having rode up and bunching up at your waist; you decided to take it off and put on some pyjamas, not that those were anymore modest, but you do not have anything until two this afternoon. “Hello?”

“Yeah, no, still here,” you call out to the speaker, dragging the dress off your head. “Just putting on different clothes; you reminded me that I was still wearing that dress.” You laugh, hearing him inhale and muttering something about exhausting it is to talk to you sometimes. “I just changed into pyjamas.”

“Are you going to snap me those too?” he asks, a mix between hopeful and playful. “But no, I just have to ask: do you like me?”

“What?” you snap to the phone, finished tugging on a warm sweater with a Keith Haring design on the sleeve. “Why - why are you asking?”

“Just tell me, please,” he begs softly with that powerful voice of his, “because I am really starting to fall for you, to like you, I mean,” he backtracks, not entirely sure how strong his feelings are for you just yet. “And I don’t really want to waste any more of my time, especially if you don’t feel the same way.” He pauses, trying to gauge your silence, but it is hard since he cannot see you, despite how desperate he is right now for even just a real life glimpse of your face. You say nothing though, prompting him to continue this monologue with awkward rambling until you say something, anything. “You’re not obligated to like me back. I know that you think people have a hard time rejecting me and that I easily get what I want, but this relationship involves two people, you and me, oh fuck, not a relationship-relationship, or yet at least, if that’s what you want. Fuck, does this make any sense or am I scaring you off ag-”

“Yeah,” you answer, eventually processing all his words.

“What?”

“Yeah, I like you, too,” you smile wildly, kicking your legs forward like an excited child sitting in the car on her way to get ice cream after school. You want to say that you are falling for him too, but is that too soon? Is that too serious, especially at your age? There are still so many questions you do not even know how to answer yourself, but you wonder if Renjun can help you answer those questions. After all, they are about him.

“Really?” he asks you, wishing that you are being truthful with him.

“Yeah, really,” you smile at the wall, wanting him to be there with you in this moment so you could at least kiss him to show him that you are serious.

“Okay, okay,” he repeats, then his voice gets more enthusiastic, “Awesome! I still have class and stuff today, but I’ll text you later about when we can meet, okay? I’ll talk to you later, babe.”

Renjun hangs up the phone, letting you sit in silence for a minute. Your head reels in so many thoughts, mostly positive because you cannot believe that a cute boy likes you back! You let out a girly love struck screech, then fall back into bed with smile plastered on your face. Then the phone goes off, alerting you of a text:

#the rich truth.

4 notes · View notes

wonderland-irwin · 5 years ago

Text

CALM & Synesthesia — Introduction

A few years ago after Youngblood came out, I posted on here a question, and it was rather simple, and it was like “does anyone else see colour when they hear music?” And then I listed a few examples of songs and the colours I saw. Someone actually responded and said no, but that I should search up Synesthesia, because I probably had that.

I was first of all, extremely surprised that no one else saw colours when they heard music. When I reflect back on my relationship with music (music being my one true love), I realize that colours were always there, I just never recognized it until the 2018 release of Youngblood.

Second of all, I was shocked to hear that these colours and what was happening has a name. It’s a real thing. I have a super active imagination, which probably stimulated and woke this part of my brain up and caused me to become more aware of it, but to find out that I wasn’t crazy was a relief as it was shocking.

Synesthesia (which I can never say aloud with it sounding like a sneeze), in basic terms if you don’t know what it is, is sort of labeling things with a colour. A very common form of Synesthesia is words or numbers to colour. I must add here that forms of Synesthesia cross over, so if you have one type, you most likely also have forms of other types. My main form of this is called Chromesethia, which is sound to colour, but the number seven for me is a pale blue, as is the word February.

Synesthesia cannot be forced. It usually happens unwillingly. Personally with Chromesethia, if there’s a lot going on in my brain or in the world, the patterns still occur, however sort of broken up like a shattered piece of a mirror. It affects very little of the population and some people when in drug hallucinations, may also experience forms of Synesthesia.

I have thought for a while about sharing what I see for a while. I’ve tried to do it with words, but when I see patterns and colours, words don’t really do it justice. So with the recent release of the heartbreakingly beautiful, CALM, I figured this would be a great time to explain first how Synesthesia works for me personally, and take you on a hauntingly disturbing tour of the twelve songs, plus whatever deluxe songs arrive, from 5 Seconds of Summer’s CALM.

Before we get into the songs, though, this part, the introduction, is about how Chromesethia is broken down in my brain.

So this form of Synesthesia is sound to colour. We’re going to start with simple notes, as a song writer may, and build from there.

Each note for me, is assigned a colour. I played trumpet in my high school band, an instrument in C, so my B Flat concert scale starts and ends with C. C itself is a gold colour, G is magenta, A is red, B is Blue, F is green, E is brown, D is a dark grey.

Apparently I can’t put the scale in order today, oh my.

Moving on, those colours are pretty much the same colour wherever they are on the staff, although as the sound does get higher (high C for example) the colour quality diminishes slightly, and becomes more of a white space (Think of it like a light blub, where the centre is the brightest, but has the least colour, and as you zoom out, colour slowly occurs).

In regard to flats and sharps, they will be a paler form of the original colour. So for example, F is green. When you think of green, regular green, this green, that is the green of F. F# for example, is a slightly lighter green. I think this is because that it’s not exactly the full version of itself. Does that make sense? It’s not quite F, therefore F# is not quite that shade of green.

It works with flats too. If you told me to play a Gb, I would see a slightly lighter magenta colour. Not completely the brightness and stricking pink of magenta, but pink enough that it is still a G note.

Instruments also have an effect on my brain. If you were to pull out a flute and play a solid tone, and my brain were to focus on the sound of the flute and not the note the flute was playing, it was see pastel purple or pink. The flute is a rather light and airy instrument, and the colours would the reflect on that sound. However, if you were to pick up a tuba and play a note, I would probably see a darker colour, like navy blue.

Voices also have this effect. If I’m paying great attention to a voice, or I specifically like that voice, I will hear a colour (that sounds so weird. I’ll hear a colour). If there are many people in a room and there’s lots of chatter, then I probably won’t see anything because I can’t focus on one specific element. People singing also have an effect. Sometimes it is a shade or two off of their regular voice, it might be the same colour, or a completely different colour.

Since we’re talking CALM;

Ashton: Ashton has a red voice. When he speaks it’s red. Like just your regular crayon red. However when his voice gets soft like in videos where he’s updating us, thanking us, telling us he loves us, his voice goes to a paler red. I wouldn’t say his voice goes pink, which is a paler red, but the red definitely gets lighter and softer.

When Ash is excited or pumped up or performing, his voice goes to a dark red, like a cherry, and black sort of flicks in every once in a while.

His singing voice follows the same pattern as his speaking voice.

The drums, as that is his instrument, are two different colours. His snares, Toms, anything that gives a solid sound is usually shades of light grey. His bass drum gives dark grey vibes (the tuba/flute effect). And the cymbals are that light and airy sound so they’re gold, breaking that white high sound.

Luke: Luke’s voice is all over the place. He is blue when he talks in his normal voice, green when he sings. I should mention that Luke’s, as well as Ashton’s, falsettos are those white space colours as well. Anyways, the blue is sort of the same when ever he speaks, if you want to search up Prismacolour pencils crayons permanent blue, that’s the colour of his voice. Luke’s singing voice is that green and it shows change as movement through squiggles (aside from falsettos). I’ll explain movement in a bit.

Calum: it doesn’t matter what Calum’s doing whether talking or singing, he is either a chocolate brown colour or the colour of honey. I feel like that shows his range. Calum is very soft when he speaks or sings, and those colours to me are soft colours so they make sense as to why they’re Calum’s colours.

The bass is black and surprisingly gold. Deeper sounding instruments are very dark in relation to the colour. However, I think in the case of bass, specifically Cal’s bass, I find the instrument interesting, and I love playing it myself, so maybe that’s why the gold comes through. Sometimes the colour is just there, and I can’t explain it, just gotta accept it.

Michael: Michael is very interesting because his colours are never really the same. When he speaks, sometimes he’s turquoise, sometimes he’s black, sometimes it’s grey, and then the shades varying between those colours, which is super interesting. His singing voice is kind of scratchy looking. If you took a scratch board and a fork and scratched it up, so it was black with white or grey peaking through, that’s his singing voice. Michael’s voice whether singing or speaking is a mystery to me, but also makes complete sense at the same time.

His guitar, any guitar for that matter, has two different looks in my brain.

When its a single note, even if I can tell what that note is, it’s gold. It doesn’t matter. It’s a black space with gold dots that are the notes.

Okay, now the bass is making sense to me, lol.

When chords are playing, it’s more of a gold square with black lines in a grid pattern (like the neck of a guitar).

So guitars are black and gold, I guess.

Synesthesia is something I am still learning about, so here for example, I never made this connection before.

In terms of what songs look like, most times they reflect nothing of the voice or instruments used. With songs it’s more of an overall picture, colours and patterns taken perhaps from mood rather than notes. Sometimes songs have movement, which reflects the pace of the song, and sometimes there is none. In terms of voice, like mentioned with Luke, when I focus on his singing, it’s a green line moving up and down as he sings over top of the overall picture of the song. Sometimes songs have different images as it moves along, but it will usually look the same and the movement most likely changes instead of the picture. Regarding the colours I see, I usually see no more than 5-7 colours, on average, a song has at least 3. The amount of colours is usually an odd number, which I don’t quite understand, but it’s cool.

I think this is all I want to say about what it’s like for me with Chromesthesia. If I remember anything I will add it into other parts, and each part will have the previous parts tagged to it, so you can find the entire album.

If you have any questions, my inboxes are open!

Red Desert will come out once I finish the colouring. Red Desert’s colours are super bright so I need to colour hard and my pencils are dying. I was colouring it to Thin White Lies last night, which hurt when your eyes are looking at Red Desert but your mind is hearing and seeing Thin White Lies. Tell me why I did that.

OH! Speaking of that, actually, if I see artwork that doesn’t match what my head sees, it will either give me a panic attack or I can’t look at it, because my brain will hurt (a rude side effect that I cannot control). My brain is set in its way and I can’t really change it. This is out of my control. That’s what Synesthesia is.

Lastly, the boys of 5 Seconds of Summer are FANTASTIC at finding a similar, if not the same, colour pallet for their songs that I see. Whether or not any of them have it, I do not know, but I’m glad they’re at least on the same page so my head doesn’t explode when their art comes out.

Okay, NOW I think I’ve said everything. Red Desert will be out soon with a blurb. My inbox is always open for questions! I hope y’all enjoy this thread!

~ becca

P.S if you wanna be tagged in the next parts, I don’t know who’s interested, but let me know!!

#5sos #CALM #synesthesia #introduction #ashtonirwin #calumhood #lukehemmings #michaelclifford

9 notes · View notes

forbetterorworsefinalspace · 5 years ago

Text

Dog’s Breakfast

Rating: Teen and Up

Fandom: Final Space

Part: 5

Link- 🌌

_______________________________________________________

Finally Sheryl begins her search for the Dimensional Keys, Gary just gets in the way and Sheryl goes through an actual mom experience.

Just don't get your hopes up.

_______________________________________________________

“Don’t run o- GARY! DO NOT RUN OFF!”

“I won’t!” Gary responded, still taking off in the same direction.

Oh FUCK me….

Sheryl ran a hand down her face as she watched the child stop to look at a sale stand. They were currently on day one of their stay in Furtasanguinis and it was their first day in the marketplace. This city was the largest on the planet, and the black market here was more of just a market. All around were shady characters, buying and selling wears. Sheryl eyed a bird monster who shuffled by, dripping in a green goo that was likely alien blood.

So you know, a child friendly location.

She had set up a meeting with one of her contacts, who would either know something about these keys, or know who to ask. It was in half an hour by the fountain- well, fountain turned drowning pool. Sheryl frowned as a large group of Aliens began to drown another in the muddy water, the fountain just spurting sludge.

“Mom! MOM! Come look at the bugs store!!”

Sheryl kept watching the drowning, pulling a ciggy out to light up. Gary just kept on calling her.

“Mom! Mom!! Mom! Mom! Mom! Mom! Mom! Mom!Mom!! Mom! Mom! Mom! Mom! Mom! Mom!Mom!! Mom! Mom! Mom! Mom! Mom! Mom!-”

“Eh?” Sheryl responded when the alien finally went slack and the bubbles stopped.

“Bug store mom!”

Uhhhhh…

Sheryl turned and slumped over to the vender Gary was referring to. The vendor was a lean character with eight arms, three eyes and a weird feeler mouth, like a shrimp. On his table were a variety of bags in jars and cases, from all over the universe.

“Look! Mooncake could’a made some friends.” Gary tapped one of the cases with a weird slug, crab thing inside. “C-cute little guys!”

“Mooncake?” Sheryl asked, smoke wafting from her mouth.

“Yeah! My Lunar moth caterpillar! He’s in the jar back home.” Gary smiled.

“Oh that thing.” Sheryl responded lazily, smoking her cigarette.

“Uh huh!” Gary looked over the display. “I wonder if there are any earth bugs here?”

“Nah, not rare enough.” Sheryl sniffed.

“Do you know any of these?” Gary asked, gesturing to them. “What are they?”

“Sure lets see.” She started pointing at them with her cigarette. “Endangered, endangered, rare, endangered, venomous, poisonous, on the no trade list, endangered, technically extinct, venomous,-”

Then alien vending the shop started to yell at them then, shaking four of his eight arms. He was screeching in a forgin language but Sheryl understood every word. Gary darted behind her but Sheryl didn’t notice him, she was solely focused on the very angry broomstick before her.

She let him finish, not moving an inch, but when he was done, she took out her cigarette and fried back at him. Twice the intensity, twice the volume and twice the vulgarity. No one stopped to watch as this was pretty commonplace, but the shop vender was certainly shaken, head ducking lower and lower as Sheyrl blasted him, verbally into next week. Finally he just took off, scuttling into the back of his shop, crying a little.

Victorious, Sheryl put her smoke back in her mouth, dusted off her shirt and went back to the fountain, Gary trailing behind.

“What happened?! Why was he such a wet turd?!” Gary whined, staring back at the store. “He just started yelling!”

“Thought I was calling his wears garbage.” Sheryl said, sitting down on a bench near the fountain. “I showed him who the real garbage was though.”

“Oh.” Gary looked back. “How you speak his language?”

“I speak many languages, all part of the espionage business Gary.” Sheryl sniffed, tapping her cigarette free of ash. “Tweedlepick is actually pretty easy to learn. It's just making the right mouth shapes that’s hard. They got that bottom feeder mouth shape, more blubbing.”

“Wow! Can you show me to do that?” Gary asked, excited.

“Ahhh, maybe later kiddo.” Sheryl spotted her contact through the crowd. “Here, my friend just showed up, stay close to me.” She tossed her smoke into the muddy water and was shocked when it erupted into flame in an instant, people yelling and screaming. It died down in less than five seconds though, so she shrugged and walked off.

“Sssherylllll…” The hooded centipede creature hissed, red glowing eyes peering out at her.

“Scheer, yah old bastard, how are you?” Sheryl asked, clasping him on the back.

“Allssss welll. You?”

“Not as well.” She admitted. “I have a sorta mission I’m on, trying to find something called Dimensional Keys. You ever heard of ‘em?”

“Dimenssssional Keysss…” Scheer garbled, scratching his chin with a bone like hand. “I have heard whisssperssss.”

Thank god, maybe this wasn’t a goosechase from a drunken nightmare.

“Oh? What have you heard?”

“That they are but the thing of legandssss.” Scheer explained, shuffling on his many legs. “However, I have not looked into them much farther than that.”

“How much would that cost?” Sheryl asked.

“Dependssss on how much work it issss.” He chuckled deeply. “My work issss not cheap.”

“I got money.” Sheryl said. “And some nice Earth shit. You don’t get much Earth drugs up here, do you?”

“Mmmmmmmm…” Scheer looked thoughtful. “No….”

“Tell you what, you put your feelers out, get the ball rolling, and I’ll let you have a taste.” Sheryl smiled. “Follow through, get me what I want, the entire stash I have is yours.”

“How much issss there?”

“Truthfully only a couple dozen bags, but when something isn’t plentiful, you can charge more for it.” She explained. “So what do you say?”

“...I will ssssee what I can find.” He crackled. “However if the effort beginsss to outway the reward, I may have to raissse my pricesss.”

“Your always worth the costs Scheer.” Sheryl said, but leaned in close. “Just don’t try to fuck me over.”

“I can only assssk for the sssame thing.”

“Then we understand one another.” Sheryl said, standing back. “When should I expect news?”

“Give me an Earth week.” Scheer whispered, starting to scuttle away. “I’ll sssee what I have for you.”

“Alright then.” Sheryl said, watching him leave.

Same old Scheer, even after all these years. Slimy but reliable.

Anyway, there was no real reason to stick around for now. They could grab some food and head back to the Trailer, where she parked in the middle of the woods.

“Alright Gary, lets-” Sheryl turned and looked at her feet, only to find dirt.

Oh god damn it.

“Gary.” Sheryl scowled, looking up over the crowd and stalls around her. “Gary!”

Nothing.

Confused, Sheryl looked to the bug stand to the west.

No.

Then to the street meat buggie to the east.

No.

Then everything in between.

NO.

“Gary?” She called, looking around a few more times, to no avail.

He was just gone.

A small shard of glass stabbed at something under her rib the moment she realized Gary was awol. It was a forgin emotion to Sheryl, she had never felt it before and she stall for a moment.

Fuck.

Fuck! FUCK! God Damn, shitty FUCK!

Sheryl forced herself to breath. Calm down! There are only two reasons Gary could be gone. Either he wandered off, or he was taken away. There's no time to panic.

She knelt to the ground, looking in the dirt.

Thankfully earth sneakers were a very visible and traceable patterns.

She followed them a little ways away to an alley, where they quickly turned into a scuffle before two larger prints were running down into the shadows.

Great. Kidnapped.

Sheryl looked down the alley with a scowl.

Should she really go after him? Honestly she told him to stay by her. What use was he if he didn’t listen.

Sheryl rolled her eyes.

Supplies would last longer for one person. Be more quiet. Less mess and disorder. Hell, she may get the job done faster. Not to mention he’d just be a liability wherever they go…

She should just go back to the ship and forget about this.

‘What kind of monster has a child with someone, just to steal some plans?!’

‘If yah ain’t gonna be useful, you should just get busy dyin’!’

‘No ones comin’ ta save you this time sweetheart. Your rooted.’

Sheryl inhaled deeply and scowled, but started down the darkened alley.

Fuckin hell.

Thankfully the footprints were very distinct, she was able to follow them through the winding pathways to edge of the marketplace. A few places they were cluttered or destroyed by other prints, but she was able to guesstimate where they were headed and catch up farther down the line with the tracks again.

Finally she came out to a more stable like area of the city, bustling with aliens and animal aliens of all sorts. Looking down she could see a large stack of cages by a shipping container, and Gary was seated in one at the bottom.

Sheryl ambled over and knelt beside the sniffling boy, she stared to a nearby wall.

“So!” She said, startling him. “What’cha doing Gary?”

“Mom!” He scrambled to wipe his eyes and turned to her quickly. “Your here! Some jack-ass-alope took me away and locked me up in here!!”

“Did he.” She stated. “Now how in the hell did he do that with you standin’ right next to me?”

“Uhhhh…” Gary deflated.

“Could it possibly be that you didn’t listen and took off?”

“...Maybe…”

Sheryl blew some hair out of her face. “Mmm, ok then. Have a good life Gary.” She stood up and began to walk away.

“H-hey! Wait!” Gary waved at her to stop. “Aren’t you gonna save me?”

“You made your choice Gary, now you have to live with it.” Sheryl tutted. “I mean, clearly your able to go off on your own, like you wanted-”

“No! No! I just wanted to see the shops while you talked!” Gary shouted, panicking.

“I dunno, you don’t seem to want to listen to me.” Sheryl hummed, looking at her nails. “It might be best if we-”

“No! Don’t leave me here!!!”

Sheryl paused, looking to the ground for a few seconds before groaning. She came back and squatted by the cage, eyes narrowed. “You gonna listen to me?!”

“Yes!”

“You gonna do as your told?!”

“Yes!Yes! Pease!!!”

She grunted. “Fine.”

“HEY! Who are you!?” A voice shouted angrily. Gary yelped and crawled deeper into the cage as Sheryl turned around. She looked up into the face of a very grumpy, toad like alien. Then down to a set of very framilerly shaped feet. “Get away from my products!”

“Right.” She reached into her boot for her combat knife and stood. “Let’s get this over with.”

Ten minutes later she left the city in the direction of the camper, dripping in blue blood. Again no one paid her any mind, not even when she had Gary in one hand, forcing him along in front of her by the back of his shirt.

“When we get back home, you are in charge of dishes, mopping and getting the fire ready- DO NOT LIGHT IT UNTIL I AM THERE- I will be taking a soak in the tub.” Sheryl ordered, making him walk up onto a bridge. “I am understood?”

“Yes mom.”

She let him go and kept walking, heading back to camp. Gary took a moment to catch up to her.

“Mom…”

“Eh?” She grunted.

“T-thanks for not leaving me behind.” He sniffled. She glanced at him, frowning when she saw he was sporting a black eye, clothes dirty and hair askew.

She looked back out to the woodlands. “Yeah, well, don’t make me regret it.”

Gary didn’t respond.

#sheryl goodspeed #gary goodspeed #Fanfiction #final space #bad parenting #Hurt no comfort

25 notes · View notes

boredout305 · 5 years ago

Text

Spacecase Records Podcast 040

Listen here

Playlist:

GRETA - "Talk About It" Greta Now LP (Greta Now, 2017)

THE HUMAN LEAGUE - "Being Boiled" Being Boiled b/w Circus of Death 7" (Fast Product, 1978)

EXEK - "The Home of the Architect" A Casual Assembly 12” EP (W.25th, 2018)

ROY MONTGOMERY - "Boat on a Wave" E.N.D. 7" (Drunken Fish, 1998)

BLUE SUEDE PLATFORMS - "She Has It All" Collection cassette (Albert's Basement, 2018)

IRENA XEROX - "Lady on the Train" Oz Wave comp LP (Efficient Space, 2017)

THIGH MASTER - "Exodus" Thigh Master/Dag split 7" (Bruit Direct Disques, 2018)

EASTLINK - "Wild Dog" Wild Dog 7" (Aarght, 2013)

SCARS - "Horrorshow" Horrorshow b/w Adultery 7" (Fast Product, 1979)

THE DAMNED - "Generals" Strawberries LP (Bonzo, 1982)

BASIC HUMAN - "Shame" Adult Baby 7" (Meatspin, 2019)

FUR BIBLE - "Head Bolt" Fur Bible 12" EP (New Rose, 1985)

STRAIGHT ARROWS - "I Don't" On Top! LP (Rice is Nice, 2018)

THE YVONNES - "I Walked with a Zombie" Blub Krad LP (Los Angeles Free Music Society, 1978)

RUBBER BLANKET - "Scented Candle" Our Album LP (Spacecase, coming soon)

MEN WITHOUT HATS - "Pop Goes the World" Pop Goes the World LP (PolyGram, 1987)

SOFTWARE SEDUCTION - "New Collision" Oz Wave comp LP (Efficient Space, 2017)

CURED PINK - "Treated Unwell" As A Four Piece Band LP (R.I.P. Society, 2015)

GORDONS - "Right on Time" 1st Album LP (Flying Nun Europe, 1988)

THE DENTS - "Sleeping Around" We Were Living in Cincinnati comp LP (HoZac, 2019)

ITCHY BUGGER - "Fooled by the Sun" Double Bugger LP (Low Company, 2019)

RANGOONS - "CBT Asylum" CBT Asylum b/w Cult of Thorns 7" (Paradise Daily, 2016)

DANNY AND THE DOORKNOBS - "Jukebox in the L.A. River" Jukebox in the L.A. River LP (Poison Summer, 2019)

XETAS - "The Witness" The Cypher LP (12XU, 2020)

THE CANNANES - "Skeleton is your Little Boy" Happy Swing cassette (K, 1986)

#oz rock #australia #podcast #spacecase records #Rubber Blanket

2 notes · View notes

preserving-ferretbrain · 6 years ago

Text

Acts of Sacrifice

by Dan H

Monday, 13 August 2007Dan H on Harry Potter, Aslan, and John Sheridan

I still, technically, have a weblog, although I haven't updated it in over a year.

One of the things I wrote about when I still did update it was the movie version of The Lion, the Witch and the Wardobe. In particular, I felt that it was interesting that in movie!Narnia the Salvation of Narnia was supposed to come from the Pevensies, whereas in book!Narnia and BBCAdaptation!Narnia it was very much supposed to come from Aslan.

I don't think it was conscious, but this subtle change pretty much destroyed the underlying moral message, and the underlying emotional impact of the book. Incidentally it also undermines the original Christian message, but religion isn't really what I'm interested in for the purposes of this article.

In the movie, Aslan sacrifices himself to save Edmund, and the strong implication is that he does so because otherwise the Prophecy would not be fulfilled, and the Four Kings and Queens would not be able to Save Narnia and the White Witch would win. In the movie, Aslan makes a sensible strategic decision. His life for the lives of everybody else in Narnia.

In the book, however, the exact opposite is true. It is Aslan, not the four children, who is the key to driving back the White Witch. When Aslan dies on the round table he is not only sacrificing himself, he is sacrificing Narnia itself, and he is doing it purely for the sake of one rather horrible little boy. Again I should briefly mention that this is rather central to the Christian message: Jesus was not one man dying for many, he was God dying for You.

As you probably remember, I've just come from an epic slog through Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. One of the things that sat most awkwardly about that book was Harry's "sacrifice" at the end. Like movie!Aslan Harry makes a strictly Utilitarian decision: by his death he can weaken Lord Voldemort, and therefore achieve his goals (or, perhaps more precisely, the goals of that manipulative fucker Albus Dumbledore).

Perhaps I'm just selfish, but I genuinely don't see that as any kind of meaningful sacrifice. Both Aslan and Harry reach the decision that they can, by their deaths, further the goals they are working towards better than they can by remaining alive. It's just resource management. It certainly isn't heroism. It most definitely isn't Christ-like, despite Harry's miraculous resurrection and the revelation that his death broke the power of Lord Voldemort and redeemed Hogwarts.

There's an episode of Babylon Five, which I don't actually like very much (because it's very, very heavy handed) which actually highlights this point remarkably well. In the episode Comes the Inquisitor, the Vorlons send a man named Sebastian to B5, and Sebastian proceeds to torture the hell out of John Sheridan in an effort to get him to admit that he is unworthy of his destiny.

So Sheridan gets zapped, Delenn shows up, so the Inquisitor zaps both of them, and they do the traditional: "Wait! Don't kill my romantic interest! Kill me instead!" speech.

Here's where it gets interesting, where the distinction is drawn between the sacrifices of Movie!Aslan and Harry Potter, and the kind of sacrifice that actually has a meaning.

How do you know the chosen ones? No greater love hath a man than he lay down his life for his friend. Not for millions, not for glory, not for fame... for one person. In the dark. Where no one will ever know or see. I've been in the service of the Vorlons for centuries, looking for you. Diogynes with his lamp looking for a man willing to die for all the wrong reasons.

Now okay, it's a bit preachy, it's a bit JMS, and ultimately I'm in no way convinced that Sheridan actually displays the qualities which Sebastian attributes to him, but I think it recognises something which both the Narnia movie and the Potter books failed to recognise. It is easy for a fictional character to sacrifice themselves for an objectively defined Greater Good. Defeating Voldemort or the White Witch are obviously big important endeavours and they require that people make sacrifices. But it's precisely because those tasks are so vast that the decision to sacrifice oneself in their service is ultimately meaningless. If your destiny (sorry, "Destiny") is to die, then dying is really your only option, whether you go to your doom with your head held high or blubbing like a little girl is ultimately meaningless. In the Potterverse the vaunted Gryffindor courage is little more than a good old British stiff upper lip: putting a brave face on it while you do whatever it is you were intending to do anyway.

I should probably take a step back here and say that I'm very much talking about fictional characters here. Real people have survival instincts, they have millennia of evolution telling them to save their own skins. In the real world, a soldier going into battle, a policeman tackling an armed criminal, or an aid worker working in a warzone are all showing tremendous courage, even heroism, just by going about their daily lives. A fictional hero, though, has to be more than that. A hero must, by definition, not just be doing his job. A hero who is also a solider must do things which the ordinary soldier is not called upon to do, and ordinary soldiers are regularly called upon to lay down their lives for a cause.

The test which Sebastian places before Sheridan is a simple one, but one which cuts to the heart of what "sacrifice" really means. He does not ask "what will you sacrifice for your destiny" he asks "what won't you sacrifice for your destiny" or to put it another way "what will you give up your destiny to protect."

I think it's actually a very important question for any "hero" to ask. A hero is generally working towards some higher goal, and they will often make tremendous sacrifices in pursuit of that goal. The greatest sacrifice a hero can make, therefore, is not their life, but the very goal towards which they have struggled for so long. When your entire live has been devoted to something, dying for it is a small step, giving it up is what takes real moral courage.

The death of a fictional character is meaningful only insofar as it affects the narrative afterwards. When a fictional character sacrifices their life, the sacrifice only has meaning if it does not directly further their wider goals. Otherwise it's just a play, a strategic manoeuvre. Being dead but getting your way is infinitely preferable for a fictional character than being alive and losing.

When Lily Potter sacrifices herself to protect baby Harry, that's heroic. But her sacrifice is meaningful precisely because it is futile. From the Utilitarian mindset which governs Harry's later sacrifice, or the sacrifice of movie!Aslan, it's a completely stupid thing to do. As far as Lily is concerned, Harry is going to die no matter what she does, so really she should have just cut her losses and saved herself. Her sacrifice had power because she wasn't trying to achieve anything by it, she was just making a moral stand: no matter what, she wasn't going to stand aside and let her son be murdered.

In fact, one might almost say that the sacrifice of a fictional hero (as opposed to a real person doing a difficult and thankless job) is powerful only if it is ultimately futile. Its meaning resides in its very meaninglessness. It has to have a purity of intent, a simple moral decision that this line cannot be crossed, that this injustice cannot be borne, and all the "greater good" can go hang. The sequence in Pan's Labyrinth, in which the doctor administers a fatal injection to a captured solider who would otherwise be tortured is a fine example of this. This single act of mercy costs him his life, and it costs the rebels their doctor, but achieves nothing except the end of one man's suffering.

So for me, the most resounding moment of heroism in Harry Potter is not when he goes off to let Voldemort kill him, thereby destroying the chunk of Plot which resides in Harry's very soul. Rather, Harry's one moment of redemption in my eyes was when he flew into the burning Room of Requirement to rescue Draco Malfoy. Here he risks not only his life but his entire Destiny in order to save his worst enemy.

Unfortunately, Harry's principles are not always so unwavering. He happily uses Unforgivable Curses at little or no provocation, whenever it becomes convenient to his Quest, and it is his devotion to the Quest we are expected to admire, not his loyalty to any actual people (which is, let's face it, negligible).

I don't mean to single Potter out here. I think there's a general tendency in modern fiction to praise those who put the "big picture" ahead of the troubles of individual people. It seems to be seen, nowadays, as worthier to be concerned with large scale issues like destroying the Dark Lord than with small scale issues, like how many lives you wreck along the way.

Were I in the mood to make a trite political point, I might be inclined to draw parallels between this modern brand of heroism, and the attitude of a number of modern governments to problems like - say - international terrorism. So long as you take down the Dark Lord it doesn't matter what methods you use to get to him.

go to latest

)

Wardog

at 10:38 on 2007-08-14Hmmm...interesting, very interesting. *strokes goatee* Actually, it occurs to me that Harry's Big Deal is that he supposedly understands LOVE unlike Lord V. And that his sacrifice is, you know, this amazing, jesus-like act of LOVE. But surely the point of love is that it's personal and small-scale. I mean, it's LOVE that inspires the Malfoys to say "fuck this war and everything else, we're saving our son." If I had a son and he was walking off to lay down his life before a nose-less super-villain (and by, super, in this context I mean inept) I'd probably be all "Son, son, run away to Australia, you can live with Hermione's parents, go, go now." I wouldn't be saying "Hey, kid, death is fun. You're being really brave." LOVE is another one of those weird double-thinks, it's the ultimate selfish emotion that, nevertheless, inspires selfless acts. Thus Lily Potter dying for her son. Not Lily Potter grinning happily that the son she *gave her life to protect* is about to *fling his own away*.

Similarly, you'd think LOVE would not gather around Harry

permalink

go to top

Wardog

at 11:01 on 2007-08-14Also I have to wonder if the 7th book was trying to ship RAB/Kreacher, just because it occurs to me that drinking the Killing Juice himself was an insanely noble sacrifice, especially when Kreacher survived it and, in fact, had suffcieint dodgy plot-hole house elf magic to be able to get them both out of the cave again. Also to lay down your life for an attempt to kill your house elf strikes me as ... well ... is that LOVE do you think?

permalink

go to top

Arthur B

at 12:28 on 2007-08-14I think the general rule with Harry Potter books is that "if the fans think they can discern a relationship between characters which is not specifically stated in the text to be a relationship, they are Wrong because they are trying to corrupt the Holy Writ of Rowling".

permalink

go to top

Wardog

at 16:52 on 2007-08-14I don't know, I think there's definitely something going on between RAB and Kreacher... Greater love hath no man than he who is willing to lay down his life for house elf... Oh, sorry, we're talking about Rowling here so that should be LOVE.

permalink

go to top

Jen Spencer

at 14:46 on 2007-08-15My current favourite source of heroism: David Sumner in Straw Dogs. He is willing to fight the pack of maniac locals to the death because he will not stand by and let them lynch a slightly retarded murderer, and he certainly will not let them violate the sanctity of his home (again) to do it. You go dude!

permalink

go to top

Wardog

at 10:36 on 2007-08-16I haven't seen Straw Dogs, I'm afraid it's another one of those movies that would upset me. I gotta comfort zone and I'm sticking in it, dammit.

#Harry Potter #The Chronicles of Narnia #J.K. Rowling #Babylon Five #C.S. Lewis #Dan H.#Ferretbrain

1 note · View note

holbyconfessional · 7 years ago

Text

Holby City S19 E64 - Always Forever

Well, I certainly had some thoughts about this episode (delayed by the wave of sickness sweeping through my household...) Some, perhaps controversial, but never mind!

Firstly, I actually didn’t expect to have as many feels at this episode as I did. I certainly didn’t expect to blub (did I just out myself there?!).

Of course, the majority of the episode was centred around Morven, and Cameron - so good to see him back - and Arthur, through Morven’s hallucinations.

OK, so here goes - Arthur. I’m going to be honest, I was never a massive Arthur fan, although it was actually really good to see Rob Ostlere on the screen again. And I never really bought into the whole Arthur and Morven as a couple, although that certainly wasn’t through poor acting.

Arthur was always judgemental, and a little sarcastic, and that certainly carried through to hallucination Arthur, but I actually thought that hallucination Arthur crossed the line from judgemental and sarcastic into downright mean. I feel surprised that Morven pictured him this way. Perhaps it was supposed to be because she needed to amplify the worst part of him in order to help her let go and move on, but it just felt weird, as I’m pretty sure most people would focus on the positive. Anyway, I managed to get through a lot of the episode reasonably emotionally untouched, if a little annoyed at hallucination Arthur’s constant put downs. So imagine my shock when the emotional sucker punch appeared at the end, when Morven finally said goodbye to him once and for all! Testament to Eleanor Fanyinka’s amazing acting, methinks. Although in a final ironic twist - I watched Morven and Cameron walk hand in hand through the hospital corridors after agreeing to head off into the sunset together (in what I then thought was their final scene), and I was saying to myself, ‘Don’t show Arthur watching... don’t show Arthur watching...’ And they didn’t! And I was proud of them. BUT, then we saw them walking outside of the hospital, and THEN we saw Arthur, by the hospital Xmas tree, and I was like, d’oh. But with tears. Cheap, emotional stunt, Holby!

On to Cameron. I really like that boy. It doesn’t hurt that he’s Bernie’s son, but I feel they could have really done something with his character. I hoped for a long time that they’d bring him on board as a regular, but I guess now that he and Morven are off together, that ship has sailed. Big loss.

I rather enjoyed the first Bernie reference. And then there was the Serena/Bernie being happy together insert. By that point, I was internally at war between glee at the information that they’re happy, and feeling rather like the Holby writers had just ‘fed the lesbians’, in a pretty in-your-face kind of way. I feel a little ‘handled’, and it doesn’t feel good.

Essie. Loved the scene with her and Jason. It seems that I don’t have a particularly neurotypical response to grief either, well, according to how others thought I ought to grieve last time I was faced with a loss, anyway - so I think that helped me enjoy this conversation even more. Despite my general distaste at Essie and Raf’s relationship, kudos to Kaye Wragg in the scene with Dom and Lofty in the staffroom where she broke down. Another stealth emote from me at that! Although any headway she made there, she lost in the final scene with Hanssen, where he bade farewell to ‘Nurse Harrison’, but she corrected him to ‘Nurse Di Lucca’. I may have vomited a little into my mouth at that point. Just NO. (Sorry!)

Ric. Oh, Ric. How did you so easily walk into that little Jeremy Warren entrapment? I look forward to the day that Jeremy Warren is punished with death by 1000 papercuts...

Jac was as awesome as ever. But, please help me, I might be accidentally getting on board with Flac. This is not something that I ever thought would happen. It’s wrong on a gazillion levels. Damn Rosie Marcel and Alex Walkinshaw for their acting chemistry. <shakes head in despair>

Finally, yeah - I like Nicky McKendrick. (Although I still can’t stop thinking of Muriel...)

In general - I just can’t believe we’ve lost Morven too, on top of everyone else. I think it’s been a pretty long time since there has been such a massive cast change all in one short period. I said a short time ago, poor old Serena is going to find it hard to come back and face all the new loss that has occured in her absence, and now Morven isn’t going to be there either!

17 notes · View notes