#lue rambles

[luesmainblog]

yknow what. shoutout to the generic "Girl" characters, people so often dismiss them as "having no personality" when what they really mean is "i don't know how to see a stereotypical girl as an actual person". the girlies who are all pink and always wear skirts or dresses. the shop-til-you-drop-ers who are totally in love with the main character. the girls' whose biggest aspiration in life is getting married and raising a family. the girls who were specifically designed to be a female counterpart to a more popular male character. the designated "Girl" of the otherwise all-male cast. the ones who lose their shit because they broke a nail or got a stain in their shirt. yes, their existence is often the result of author misogyny and generally not knowing how to write girls without falling onto every stereotype on the book. but the older i get the less tolerance i have for the 'not like other girls' attitude of dismissing people like them and treating their problems or interests as inherently unimportant just because it's stereotypically feminine. plus, as i've grown, many of these characters have been expanded upon since their initial introduction, either by the official works or by fan content. i don't think it's bad to have these kinds of characters if you also have other female characters who are very different. and, yknow, if you're not constantly dismissing every little thing about them as inherently worse or laughable.

i love you amy rose, i love you minnie mouse, i love you webby ducktales(original), i love you cast of gen3 my little pony, i love you ember from spyro, i love you experiment 624. i especially love you, Twinx from u.b. funkeys.

[ima-ghost-art]

I straight up fell in love head over heels for this beautiful stranger i met in my favourite charity shop today like???

Not only was her voice music to my ears but she was just so sweet and funny?? She had pink dyed hair and wasnt afraid to show her amusement as she caught me and my friend having a sword fight in the jackets section (we had bought foam sword early in the day and it was a constant war between me and him lmao)

But like when we were upstairs she and us just kept joking around, and she was backing me up with what weird frilly hat or old ass dress looked best as I put them on my friend and

OH MY GODS HER LAUGH????

I didnt even know her name,,,, as she left with her treasures giving me a wave good bye...

But if she had asked me then and there to marry her I would of grabbed one of the 80s wedding dresses off the rack and dragged her to the cathedral down the road in an INSTANT!!!!!

She could smile as she held my hand and walked me into traffic and I'd follow like a gods damnd puppy

For 30 minutes of my day I was ✨blessed✨

[theproblemcallednight]

only had the energy to color skk cuz i got lazy but it was still fun to doodle. plus skrunkle sigma cuz skrunkle sigma

oh yeah @fyodorkitkat btw this is how i imagine u. ur now the anime man

[agoodcupoftea]

So I know I don't talk abt it much but I age regress a lot

And I was watching B/lues C/lues as my age regressed self tends to do

....I am no longer age regressed 😳

Sneeze count: 3

He's so good at the stuffy voice (when he remembers it haha)

His sneezes are decent- like if I heard them IRL I'd glance around but they could be better (I'm picky- for acted sneezes they're good)

God I love a cute pathetic nerd

[elemental-queen-writes]

I went to the beach today, and found this

I got all excited, thinking maybe it was cash, or drugs (highly unlikely in this area, as it's a bay that's very well patrolled, but let me dream here), and grabbed a stick to tear open this bag of mystery.

What shall I find inside? First, I poke the bag. It seems a bit squishy, in a hard packed kind of way. Not wads of cash then. I poke it again, in a different area. Same feel.

So, I try to tear open the bag.

The stick won't pierce the bag. It breaks.

Ok, this material is pretty sturdy. Maybe a rock will work?

I grab what looks to be a sharpish piece of rock, and give that a try. The rock crumbles.

But I am determined to see what is inside this bag of mystery. The reward for tearing this bag open is the sating of my boundless curiosity. Perhaps my night will be spent snorting beach drugs, and drinking cheap soft drink? Maybe I'll get rich selling mystery drugs at the mall? Who knows?

I find a much sturdier stick with a nice pointed end, and stab the bag.

I hear the sound of tearing fabric, and pull the stick. The bag tears open! Success!

But what is inside?

I peer down at my spoils that have been revealed to me...

Alas. It is naught but sand.

I go on about my merry way, photographing birds and swearing at flies buzzing in my face, heartened by the knowledge that, while I may not have found anything interesting, my curiosity has been sated.

[gregmarriage]

really have the urge to buy some plushies and name them tom and greg

[dengswei]

can’t stop thinking about how lue covered his scars with the duvet when ken was looking at him when he woke up and then how in one of the previous episodes he dreamt that ken was kissing his scars 😭

[crystallizedw]

I'm feeling so sane right now. So normal, in fact

[neqeyam]

hc that neytiri makes her family eat vegan/gluten-free foods n jake is a Hard Core Man so he needs his Meat so he used to sneak out to a steakhouse every once n while n just pig out on anything he could get his hands on,,, fast forward like 3 years lo’ak catches him and bc neteyam is never too far behind neteyam catches him too n lo’ak is like “YOUVE BEEN OUT HERE EATING MEAT THIS ENTIRE TIME ???” n jake is like “LO’AK SO HELP ME GOD DONT SAY A WORD” n they make an agreement to have biweekly “father son bonding time” but it’s literally just jake taking lo’ak and neteyam to outback or some shit where they get endless ribs for 3 hours

[erigold13261]

1 am and I want to draw but I need sleep to power through 2 essays tomorrow because I procrastinated all day >:(

[spilling-blood]

do u think fyodor is a ceiling lamp, floor lamp, desk lamp, candles or computer screen light only (even when he's not engrossed in work) type of guy?

I think it depends on the room setup. Because if he has all those monitors in his space like in the anime I think he leaves them on constantly and it is a bright enough glow he rarely considers turning on another kind of light. In another space without that I see him using desk or table lamps, or a floor lamp if he doesn't have those right there. I feel like he rarely touches overheard lights just out of habit. Like when the transition from candles to oil lamps happened it was similar to him. But electricity was a lamp situation for him where he directly was, even when he had more options than that in his spaces. Same till now out of habit and comfort.

[luesmainblog]

actually yknow what, something that made postal 1 really interesting to play as a gamer well past its original release and influence?

upon first boot, it immediately reminded me of Shadow the Hedgehog, mainly due to the sound effects in the menu. and it kept reminding me of it in very specific ways. having now also viewed Hatred, i can see this odd little through-line between the three of them, and it's honestly very funny to me that the main reason ShTH doesn't really look like it fits in and is considered a bit less controversial is simply that its main character is a cartoon hedgehog, and there's really no gore to speak of. otherwise, they fall into many of the same points of criticism! >"overly edgy" and "trying too hard" (also known as Really Fucking Cool by those of us who enjoy this stuff) >initially confusing weapon system and non-intuitive controls >weapons don't always do what you want them to do >too easy to die >missions rely on killing the right amount of enemies, which some people consider to be a slog >overly shocking mission objectives or scenes(postal ends with you trying to attack a school, hatred ends with you blowing up a nuclear power plant, shadow has a mission where you kill the president) >cringe darkfest protagonist lines("Only my Weapon understands me", "where's that DAMN fourth chaos emerald/this will be just like taking candy from a baby, which is fine by me.", basically everything Not Important says) >stupidly hard levels in the middle of the game i could go on if i really wanted to but the point is while i don't think Postal was a direct influence on ShTH, they have a lot of interesting parallels and i think it's fair to say ShTH would not exist without Postal. and it's held a very special place in my heart for a long time, so it honestly doesn't surprised me that i liked Postal as much as i did. and honestly, between these three(and several other games i won't bother to mention), i have noticed something particular. games like this are simply meant for a very specific audience; people who not only enjoy video game violence to a gratuitous, unnecessary level, but are willing to engage earnestly with the Edgy Grimdark material and themeing that so easily gets brushed off as ridiculous to the point of humor and cringe. to truly enjoy them to their fullest, you need to find slaughtering and hunting down enemies fun in and of itself, and you need to not cringe when the main character says something overly dark. and to that end... i think to a degree, you kinda need to have had an edgy phase, and to not judge yourself for it once you're out of it. the rest of the postal series is a different set entirely to be clear, i'm only talking about the first game here. and redux, i suppose. i also sincerely hope that fans of postal and/or hatred aren't gonna come for my throat for comparing their much more harshly rated games to my E10+ game, but... again, if the main characters were semirealistic humans and the game had some actual blood, i honestly do think it would have been a bigger concern among parents. which is interesting in and of itself, i think 🤔

[thefangirl-16-blog]

Take my kinda shit yukichi playlist that I'm still working out

[fl0werh0use]

luecore is, again, walking through New Orleans alone at night with your knife in your right hand (so you don't get jumped ofc), on the way to get your drugs from Walgreens, and opening said knife on beat to one of your favorite songs by your favorite boy band, a song about how a girl's love is like a drug to the narrator.

[siribaes]

crusin’

han lue x (oc) [ black!fem! ]

a late night, open road, passenger side driving around los angeles with her favorite guy.

contents: fluff. some angst. smutty thoughts. brief smoking cigarette mention. brief mention of death. rival gang dynamics. mild peril han drives fast ofc <3. nothing too major.

suggested tunes📻: protect my heart by kelis, it’s whatever by aaliyah, luxurious by gwen stefani, run to the sun by n.e.r.d., boogie 2nite by tweet, try again by aaliyah

author’s note: just a little somethin’ featuring my number one guy han <3. this was heavily inspired by romeo must die, i loved jet and aaliyah’s dynamic & this takes place after better luck tomorrow and before fast and furious/tokyo drift. y’all lmk if i should make this into a fic…🤔 / not edited or proofread

. . . ZOOOOM!

an electric blue, 1995 mazda widebody fd rx7 flys down the street. driving through lights, regardless of the color change. the wind brushes against chickie’s cheeks as the car veered left. she stretches her arm out the window, she hummed. the air is a bit chilly but it feels good against her skin. the mazda slowed down at a red light.

“i thought you said you wanted to cruise. it feels like you’re racin’,” chickie murmurs pulling her arm back inside. she turned toward the driver’s side.

he glances at her, his lips forming into a lopsided grin. “was cooped up, haven’t been behind the wheel all day, let me flex,”

flex he did.

chickie’s heart fluttered watching his skillful hands maneuver the gear shift with ease. his nimble fingers tap on the steering wheel to the rhythm of the music. a part of her mind wonders how his hand would fit into hers or how the rough callous on his palms would feel against her skin.

“can we stop at the store? i want some snacks,” chickie spoke aloud. she focused her eyes on the road and away from from his hands.

“it’s one up ahead,” with one hand, he effortlessly maneuvers the wheel, his palm gently guiding it as the car turns at a right corner.

so smooth.

the madza slowly pulls into a spot across from a brightly, colored convenience store. chickie unbuckles her seat belt.

“you want anything?”

“nah, i’ll just share with you,” chickie playfully rolls her eyes. she steps out of the car and heads straight into the store.

chickie comes out minutes later with a boat load of snacks and drinks. already, half way done with her snickers, she almost chokes, from she sees. her friend, her favorite guy.

han leans against the car, his body, totally relaxed like he doesn’t have a care in the world. a cigarette hangs from his full lips, as han rakes a hand though his inky, black tresses. the street is quiet as the plastic bag swishes back and forth. with every step, chickie feels like her heart is gonna leap out of her throat.

she can’t really pin-point when it happened or how it happened but it just did. it was like chickie went to bed one way and woke up another. every little thing han lue did set her a flame, even simple things like tonight, calling her up at 1:00 AM asking if she wanted to go for a ride. she all but leapt out of her bed room window when heard the engine of the madza coming down the street.

as exhilarating as her crush on han was she knew that it wouldn’t go anywhere. he was her best friend and on top of that the growing rivalry between his crew and her cousins, both vying for control over parts of south-east la, didn’t add much to the equation. in fact it subtracted from it. so chickie just settled for her mushy, unrequited feelings and distracted herself with other things. this time, nitpicking han’s smoking habits.

“i thought you were quitting,” chickie hoists herself on the hood of han’s car. she digs into the bag, pulling out soda and a pack of twinkies.

a week prior, han told chickie that he was going to quit, cold turkey. that and some other ramblings of needing to get out of “this place”. over the course of their friendship, chickie can tell when han is tired or sleep deprived. typically a man of few words, he becomes talkative and super rambly when exhausted. there was a small part of that was happy han was quitting, but she should’ve known better, old habits die hard.

han takes a long pull. he blows the smoke away from chickie’s direction. “i am. haven’t had a cig in three days,”

“but you said you went cold turkey,” chickie takes a bite of her twinkie.

“listen,” han leans towards chickie, “i’ll go cold turkey when you tell y’re pops about your new jewelry,” he reached towards her stomach and lightly flicked her belly button piercing.

chickie squatted his hand away. “boy, please another piercing isn’t gonna hurt anyone. my body, my choice. besides, cigarettes aren’t good for you,”

han chuckles. he takes another pull, blowing the smoke up towards the sky. he shrugged. “does it matter? health isn’t my priority. especially the way i’m livin’,”

chickie frowns. “i don’t like when you talk like that,”

han take another pull, longer than the previous. the cigarette is a nothing but a stubby bud now. he flicks it away. slowly, he turns and faces her.

“you worry about me too much,”

“i feel like i don’t worry enough,” chickie said quietly. she avoids his eyes, keeping them toward the lights of the convenience store.

“you hoggin’ all the snacks,” before chickie could respond, han pulls her hand towards him. a prickly, chill runs down her spine. The roughness of han’s callouses feel good against her skin. frozen in place, chickie watches han lean down and bite the twinkie in her hand.

she feels everything.

the slight, soft-wetness of han’s mouth on her skin. his nimble tongue as it gently slides and swirls around the tips of chickie’s fingers. her works in over time, completely thudding against her chest, as han pulls away from her. for second, chickie sees a certain glint in the deep, brown pools of his eyes.

he chews. han smirks at her.

“there’s a race on saturday. you should come,” han says, leaning back, casually.

chickie took a sip of her soda. hoping for the coolness of the drink to cool her down. she takes another sip and thinks, if he could do that, so could i.

“i dunno,” chickie trails. she innocently, fiddled with her bracelet, playing with the race-car charm, the same one han got her a year ago, in honor of the mutual love for cars. she looks at him, batting her eyelashes, subtly, “i might be, busy,”

han’s eye brow rose. “busy?”

“yeah, i might have plans, or something,”

“what, like a date?” chickie notices a slight change in han’s demeanor. his jaw tightens, emphasizing the angles of his cheekbones.

chickie attempts to channel her best han impression, shrugging her shoulders in the most nonchalant way. han grows quiet, slowly nodding his head. he leans off the car and positions himself in front of her. in quick movements, han pulls chickie close. fingers flutter across her exposed stomach.

han tickles her.

“han! stop, please! o-okay, okay, okay! i’ll come, i can’t breathe,” chickie squeals, attempting to push han away from her.

“say you’ll come,” han somehow managed to snake a hand to the back of chickie’s neck. he gently holds her in place, while he continues to tickle her.

“ooo-okay! i will come, please,” han eases off of her. he watched as chickie caught her breath. she shoves han’s shoulder, “asshole,”

they laugh.

“seriously though,” han rolls his shoulder, keeping his gaze on chickie, “i need you there. i wanna see my favorite girl,”

chickie smiles, gently. the flames of her unrequited crush roaring back inside of her. han loops an arm around chickie’s shoulder, she leans her head against him. savoring this moment, allowing herself a little leeway to dream about what could’ve been.

[elemental-queen-writes]

Today, in Lue's Crazy Life...

I had surgery a few days ago, so I've been a bit out of commission (deviate septum correction, nothing emergency related).

Today, I had an extra session with my cleaner, and she started vacuuming the lounge, then stopped because the vacuum wasn't sucking. She checks the head.

There's a sock wedged in it.

I do not recognise the sock.

It isn't one of my gf's socks, she exclusively wears over the knee, and this is an ankle sock. I don't wear socks very often, so the few pairs I have I recognise.

I have somehow gained a sock.

How the hell did I gain a random sock? Did it just pop out of the sock dimension, knowing I wouldn't wear it, therefore it can live out its life hiding somewhere, safe from feet? Have I discovered the exit portal from the sock dimension?

I don't know. But I am very confused and curious.