#mostly correct gameboys

[kiss-me-muchoo]

#𝟏 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 || 𝐏𝐞𝐝𝐫𝐨 𝐏𝐚𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐏𝐚𝐮𝐥 𝐌𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐥

summary_ in which you have a serious relationship with Paul but you start falling for his dad; Pedro… all because it seemed like your boyfriend was in love with his best friend.

warnings_ AU, CRINGE, no proofread, self indulgent, age gap (not specified but reader is early-mid twenties), implied ora; + unprotected sex (be smart irl), cheating, drama, angst, fluff, DELUSION, did i say cringe already?

note_ sure what the hell, I ♡ being so naca, this Rosie album coded, toxic till the end, number one girl and gameboy !!!!!!!

♪ ♫ Pedro playlist

♫ ♪ Paul playlist

✰ Index (+ fics here)

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Monotony embraced your life very well. You avoided getting out of your comfort zone and it wasn’t as bad as every therapist likes to point out. Once you were looking out for CDs because vinyls were lovely but too expensive. A random guy reached out and asked if you liked Mitski, you said you were aware of her good music but you were no fan. You thought he would go away after that, but he continued asking what other music you enjoyed. Which led to exchanging numbers, realizing you were mostly opposites but handled a strong tension together.

Paul was a calm and gentle boyfriend, he always came up with the best dates. Going to concerts, secluded bars, underground restaurants, and occasional museum trips. For some time, you had to take planes to visit him. Until university gave you enough peace to allow yourself some freedom.

Now one month into the relationship, you were starting to feel more secure about your feelings for the man in front of you.

“You’ve been staring for too long,” Paul said chuckling, soon returning to smoke a cigarette.

“You want some?”

“I can’t smoke, I’m asthmatic. I like the smell though” you replied rejecting his offer.

“You like the smell of cigarettes?”

“Yeah, they remind me of Las Vegas” he chuckled once again.

Both of you were having drinks in Soho. It was a Friday night and you were extremely close to finishing another fall semester of university.

“Look, they are starting to hang all the Christmas decorations” you point out, watching how a bartender stepped on some creaky stairs to hang ornaments and fake pine leaves.

“I want you to meet my dad,” Paul says.

“What?” your eyes look at him expectantly and shocked.

Wasn’t it a little too fast? But… Did that mean that he was actually trying to make you see that it was serious? That he… loved you?

“Are you sure?” You ask, shyly crossing your arms, pretending to be paying attention to the music playing loudly.

“Of course, I know we’re still new but you’ve already talked with him and I find it… correct?” your cheeks warm up.

All the times his father called, you ended up talking with the old man. Pedro was 49 years old, funny, handsome, adorable, and your boyfriend’s father. He was single since the Irish mother of Paul decided to leave when he was a teenager.

“I’d like that very much. Pedrito is so lovely, so yes, sign me up, honey” he smiles, leaning to give you a kiss.

“I say we arrange it for the holidays” you nod, smiling.

The cold air from outside enters from the wide windows decorating the bar and it makes you shiver.

“Do you want to have dinner here or outside?” you ask Paul.

He shrugs but soon looks outside, wondering.

“Outside. Any options?”

“You know I love sushi”

“Marigold loves sushi too. We always used to go to this place it’s a couple of blocks from here. We could go now���”

There it was.

“Sure, let’s go…” you say, standing up and grabbing your coat and bag. Paul places the tip for the waitress on the table and both of you exit the bar.

Marigold. Cute flower, very similar to daisies. Delicate, sweet, and resourceful. Only that your Marigold was your boyfriend’s best friend, no actual flower. And she was indeed delicate, sweet and resourceful, very pretty, and your biggest insecurity. Nobody was pointing at you with a gun to stay in a relationship where you felt unsure, but you liked to believe you had to be mature. If you decided to bring up the subject, the age gap between you and Paul would be highlighted, leaving you like a crier and immature woman.

Despite the growing aches, you decided to try it with him, thinking it was worth it.

…

The beautiful warm sun of California had something that made you happy despite the dry weather at the beginning of the winter. Paul and you had arrived in Los Angeles to finally meet with his dad. It had been a great time to talk about nonsense and have fun, get to know each other better, and realize how compatible you two were though so different at the same time.

You constantly tapped your index finger against your bag as you waited for Pedro to arrive at the airport.

“Why are you so nervous?” Paul asks before sipping at his boiling tea from a cafeteria.

“Can you tell?” He nods at your question and both share a little smile.

“I don’t know, I usually get nervous when I have to meet new people”

“Dad’s not a stranger. You end up talking with him more than me”

The statement makes you blush.

“You’re perfect, y/n” he kissed your forehead and it made you feel better.

Paul had acquired a liking to hold your hip whenever you two had to walk somewhere. This is why he did exactly that when his phone buzzed, his dad letting him know he had arrived.

Your heart pounded as you two got closer to the exit, but as soon as you saw the tall man leaning against his black car, with a yellow Lakers t-shirt, random jeans, and white sneakers, you felt comfortable. He saw you first and looked adorably happy, he went straight to hug you, which made you feel even more confident and welcome.

“Oh my god, you’re even more lovely in person!” Pedro said, making you chuckle.

“Nice to meet you” You were right about every assumption you made about your boyfriend’s dad. He was sweet, a gentleman, and extremely fucking hot.

“Don’t act like we’re strangers, I think I’ve talked more to you than with my son” Both of you chuckle and you turn to eye Paul, who playfully rolls his eyes before giving a hug to his dad.

“Yeah, you make me lose all of her attention whenever you’re on the phone” Paul adds jokingly, although you realize it wasn’t a complete joke.

“Your old man is very funny, honey” Pedro laughs at your comment as you and Paul exchange silly smiles.

At that moment you had to retrieve any kind of thought because you would end up spilling the three most dangerous words.

I • love • you

You knew it wasn’t time to tell those things to Paul. You wanted to wait.

And when you eyed his dad, you had him already looking at you.

The way he sends a very tiny smirk makes you nervous and sets an odd pooling sensation in your lower stomach.

Welcome to California, bitch. You have a boyfriend you love but can’t tell him yet because he hasn’t said it as well. And his hot dad was there sending you a playful smirk that could be a risk.

…

Christmas is around the corner but it’s a dry warm day when Pedro says his neighbor is throwing a little gathering and he wants to meet Paul. You had no problem and you agreed to accompany them.

Things felt right.

You let out a moan as you feel the waves of an orgasm hitting you, making your legs open wider than ever.

“That was… perfect,” you say between breaths, looking at how your boyfriend popped his head up from under your skirt.

“It’s always a pleasure to eat you out” You cringe at his words and it’s involuntary when you start laughing.

“Gosh, don’t say it like that, Paul” he also laughs, you know he said it like that to bother you but still.

“Are we taking a shower or not?”

“Yes, but let's be a little quick because I need to help your dad with the pie I promised…” Once Pedro learned you liked a cheesecake pie, he wouldn’t shut up and beg you to do one.

“Good because I’m waiting for a call from Marigold,” Paul says entering the bathroom, shirtless and with his hair all messy.

“What for?” You ask with genuine curiosity, a little too much.

“Just ‘cause” you don’t like the tone he used, nor the silly little smile he had as soon as the subject was his best friend.

…

A grill was on, the music was loud enough to make you raise your voice while talking and overall you were having a great time.

Pedro’s neighbors were the sweetest, a Cuban marriage that welcomed you as soon as Paul and his dad presented you to them.

“This food is amazing,” you say pointing at the Cuban torta the hosts made for you.

“It is…” Paul says with his mouth full and you have to let out a laugh while cleaning his upper lip with your napkin.

He smiles at the gesture and both of you lean at the same time to have a quick but soft kiss.

“I lo- I’ll look up if there’s flan left”

You stand up quickly and leave towards the food table making a mess. For the second time, you were about to tell Paul you love him.

Your hands try to fit a big portion of flan into a little plate but a hand on your lower back startles you.

“Are you doing alright, sweetheart?” Pedro asks and it has you blushing because he had to lean and talk in your ear to be loud enough. You can smell his perfume of sandalwood, rum, and neroli. His hands were never cold, unlike Paul’s.

“I’m loving it. The food is perfect, Pedro. Thanks for taking me here…” you admit shyly.

“It’s nothing, baby” you almost scream at the nickname.

“Pedro! Tráete a esa linda muchacha a bailar si tu hijo no la saca!” The Cuban woman tells the old man and you understand everything she said. You are about to retrieve but Pedro grabs you by the waist and drags you near the couple.

“Oh no, Pedro, I don’t dance…”

There’s a song playing in Spanish and more people are already dancing. You turn to look at Paul who was already eyeing you and started laughing, cheering to see you dance with his dad. It’s subtle the way Pedro starts holding you, soon he grabs both of your hands and has you twirling around and giggling. Hidden somewhere you had the moves, easily you reciprocate and let yourself lose it a little.

“You move really well, sweetheart,” Pedro says smirking and it has you gasping in subtle shock.

“Yeah?” Out of nowhere, you are able to gain a straight answer with a naughty tone that makes his smirk disappear, only to appear again seconds later. His brown eyes lock with yours and suddenly you remember you have a boyfriend.

At the same time, a gorgeous older blonde woman comes and Pedro greets her, breaking that little spell you and him had going on.

“Vane! You look lovely!” He says hugging her.

Both start talking and you know it’s your queue to leave, so you excuse yourself, feeling an odd sensation in your chest. It couldn’t be jealousy. You had a boyfriend waiting for you at a nearby table and was the son of the man that you feeling weird things.

Quickly that’s forgotten when Paul waits for you with open arms and you take the courage to sit in his lap since everyone is too busy at the party to pay attention.

“You really have the moves, baby,” he says making you smile, locking your arms around him.

“Hmm, pretty sure you know them too well” Your comment has you blushing and fuels your ego as much as you want to deny it.

“I might need another demonstration” he adds with a deep voice that has you drenching your panties in a flash. You kiss him and as soon as you touch his lips, it’s messy, sloppy, and has you on fire.

Paul must feel the same because his hands caress your hips and pull you even closer, which makes you want to straddle him but you won’t since you’re still a the party. It ends up with your tongues fighting for control and you have to cut out a moan.

Then his phone beeps.

“Wait-“

You sigh, pulling away. He holds the phone and then looks up at you.

“It’s Marigold, she’s asking if she can call me”

“Go ahead, I think I’ll leave now”

“Sure?” Paul asks you.

“Yes, dear. I’ll meet you back at your dad’s home” he nods.

As you walk away, you can’t ignore the anxiety building up in your chest.

…

The next morning, you are having breakfast with Paul and Pedro when he receives another call from Marigold. Paul literally bolts away, looking so excited as soon as he answers.

“He always does that thing?”

“What thing?” you softly ask, chewing at the steak with eggs.

“Getting so excited over a phone call?” Pedro asks with a grin.

“Just for Marigold” you spit out with bitterness. You look at him with wide eyes, realizing you sounded so jealous and even rude.

“I’m sorry…” Pedro smiles briefly, already understanding everything.

“Have you talked about it with him?” You shake your head, looking at Paul, who couldn’t stop smiling while talking and looking down.

“No, of course not. I’m afraid it’ll make me look immature” you shyly answer.

“Sweet girl, I love my son but you have to talk to him. Communication is key to making it work out” You nod at him. Pedro senses your sad smile and gently touches your hand.

“Both of us will figure it out. My boy is god and he wouldn’t hurt you. Anyways… you two have plans for tonight?” You shrug.

“Paul said he wanted to take me to Glendale. To the mall and see that Barnes and Noble of three floors” you confess laughing. Even Pedro knew how much you loved going to libraries to find new books and magazines.

“That sounds nice”

“And you? Any dates?” Pedro chuckles, drinking from his extremely black coffee.

“No, no, dear. I’m staying home tonight” you nod, understanding him.

…

You had already paid for three books, Paul got you coffee and both of you were seated on the floor reading a magazine of haunted places. Barnes and Noble were full of ornaments, a giant Christmas tree, and soft music playing on the first floor that could be faintly heard from the third.

“Native American folklore can be scary. It’s very interesting…” you say after reading about an old myth many tribes used to believe in before colonization.

“I’m trying to think about the most famous ghost from Ireland…” Paul says and it makes you laugh.

“You have to take me to a haunted house. It would be an odd but amazing date” you say.

Paul nods smiling, his blue eyes are so pretty that you could stay looking at them for hours.

“You got lost in my eyes, baby?” He sounds cocky, flirty and you love it.

“How couldn’t? You are so fucking handsome”

“And what about you? Pretty hot I’d say…”

You’re so in love, you want to scream it. You look at Paul again, his beard and mustache made him look so damn well, slightly older but perfect.

Maybe it was the perfect time to say it.

His fucking phone beeps again and the moment is ruined.

“No way… Marigold is here with his boyfriend!” Paul announces.

“Oh?”

“They want me to help them with a little improvised photography session”

“Like right now?” You ask, crossing your arms and showing your discomfort.

“It would be very fast. You can come with me or wait here”

You laugh.

“Are you being serious?” Paul stops texting and looks at you, noticing that you aren’t comfortable.

“Would it be that bad?” You roll your eyes, anger building up.

“Paul, I’ll be very straight to the point. I don’t like how often you come with something related to Marigold”

“She’s my best friend, y/n”

“Oh I’m fucking aware of that,” you say standing up from the floor.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Paul asks sounding very accusatory. You chuckle with disappointment, grabbing the bag of your purchases.

“Ever since our very first date you had to mention her. Marigold likes this, Marigold doesn’t like that. It’s everything I do you have to compare me with her!”

“Keep your voice down,” he says whispering, acknowledging you both were in a library. You sigh, looking down at your pointed boots.

“I would never compare you with her, y/n. I know we are a new thing but you’re being so insecure…” you gasp at his words.

“Is it, Paul? Or when are you going to admit that you are in love with a woman who doesn’t love you back?” He bit his lip and looked away, clearly annoyed.

“I’m going…” Paul said firmly and it broke your heart.

“What a shame. All this weekend I’ve been trying to restrict myself from screaming how much I’m in love with you. Doesn’t matter anymore…” you say before leaving. You hear Paul calling you but you don’t come back, you leave the library and start walking through the crowded streets.

Midway and you couldn’t hold the tears anymore. You question if Paul ever felt attracted to you. Or if he agreed to go out on that first date just because. You know Marigold loves him too, but just as a friend. What made Paul fall in love with her so hard? Sex, things in common, or pure connection? You’d probably never know, but you wouldn’t stay to try to find out.

You arrive at Pedro’s house made a mess of tears.

“Woah, What happened, doll?” Pedro asked, leaving the table he was sitting on to go with you.

“Your son is an asshole” you reply quickly trying to brush past him but he wrapped his arms around and you gave up.

“It’s okay, baby. You’re safe here…”

“I can’t stay, Pedro…”

“What happened?” He pleads.

“Just take me to a hotel. I don’t mind paying a lot, just take me, please…” he nods, grabbing your hand and going straight to the kitchen, to make you a hot tea before packing your things.

…

Pedro takes you to a small, cozy, and secluded hotel near Pasadena. The trip was quiet and he stood by your side until you had a room secured.

You never smoked, but that night you wanted to feel something, so you asked Pedro for a cigarette and you almost finished it on the balcony of your room.

“I don’t want you to go…” you admit, throwing the cigarette he gave you and stepping on it.

“I won’t go…” Pedro said, leaning on the railing of the balcony.

“You were great. I love your place and I feel at home. But…” you sigh, throwing your hands in the air in desperation.

“Do you want to talk about it?” He asked and you slowly nodded.

“There’s not much to talk about. I am crazy about your son. Millions of girls would die to have a boyfriend like him. He’s almost perfect. But… It’s so obvious he loves Marigold. And as long he feels that way about her… he won’t last in any relationship I’m afraid”

“That’s what I told him. And when he came with the news of you. I thought that Marigold thing was gone. Guess not…” you nod at him.

You and Pedro exchange looks.

“Thank you for everything, Pedro. You’ve been so good…” you want to run your fingers through his hair and caress him in your arms.

It’s so wrong to have that type of thinking given that you probably just finished a relationship with his son.

“You’re a good girl, you deserve it all”

The proximity was dangerous, one little movement and you could end up kissing him.

“Why do I feel this way?” You ask whispering. Pedro looks down at your lips and it’s over.

“How?” He asks.

“Like I want you to kiss me so hard”

He did it. Pedro kissed you and it took you by surprise but soon you reciprocated. His lips were softer, warm, and sweet. The old man had the touch.

“Tell me to stop”

“But I don’t want you to…” you answer, leaving a trail of kisses near his jaw and his neck, he gasps softly, closing his eyes.

“Please…” you bed, caged between his broad chest and the railing of the balcony.

“I’ll treat you right, sweetheart…”

He placed you on the bed and you were already gone. His weight on top of you felt right. Your first reward was your hand trailing the length of his tent. He had a pair of dark grey joggers and he looked extremely hot.

“That’s a good girl…” he literally moaned while caressing your hips. You slipped your hands underneath his pants and he slid your panties to the side soon. And for some time, you were near tears because of his tip, constantly dragging across your wet folds.

Thankfully this time weren’t tears of sadness and pain. They were tears of pleasure.

…

Darkness remains across the room when you open your eyes. You feel light as a feather. But soon guilt starts flowing. Even worse when Pedro’s arms feel so nice around you. Protectively holding you against his chest. You can feel his peaceful heartbeats and it melts yours. But that isn’t what woke you up.

It’s the cold air entering from the open slide door. The curtains flow and there's barely any type of illumination with the help of the moon.

Carefully you are able to leave the bed without waking up the old man sleeping. You slip into Pedro’s big purple Lakers tee and finally walk to close the door. The streets are empty and only a few crickets can be heard in the distance.

Then you hear your phone vibrating.

It’s 2:41 am. You have eight phone calls missing and three unread messages from Paul. The messages are being sent right at that moment.

→ I know I fucked it up. Please tell me where you are, y/n.

→ I’m truly sorry.

→ I love you. And I mean it.

You sigh, closing your eyes in an attempt to wash away the guilt. But then you turn to look at Pedro who peacefully rested. You remembered every single date with Paul and how the name of Marigold had to come along ever since the first one. Then the guilt dissipated. But it didn’t disappear.

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[oblivious-aro]

I've been watching my other brother play Echoes of Wisdom, and based on the rough 30% I've watched being played, I'm happy to say it looks way better than I expected.

The Echo mechanic seemed kind of sketchy, and I was worried either the choices would be overwhelming or the player would just spam some staples. Yes, you will have some favourite children (especially with the monsters), but each Echo feels like its place in the game was well-considered.

I wish your Echoes were organized better, though. Nintendo, what was wrong with grids? Why'd you get rid of them? Single row was fine for Breath of the Wild when you could only have like 10 weapons, but having to scroll through every Echo you have (the maximum number being 127) can be quite tedious when you're looking for a specific one that doesn't head one of the categories. Even Botw had grids for your other items.

Speaking of Botw, very much a fan of the tasteful mix of old and new Zelda elements while still being is own thing. It's noninvasive if you're a new player, the references mostly being relegated to monster/npc and item designs, but appreciated if you're a veteran. My favourite example is the ocean and river zoras. Having the oldest design of zoras and the newest design of zoras be two different zora tribes is very cool, and the inclusion of Botw designs in a Gameboy styled game is neat and felt surprisingly natural. And I'm saying this as someone who isn't a Botw fan.

They've gone with the top-down Gameboy style, and I enjoy how they've expanded on the classic formula. If you've played the Gameboy games (or the Switch remaster of Link's Awakening), it feels pretty cool running overtop of tree walls and doing other preiviously 'impossible things. From that description it might sound like Eow plays like playing a broken Zelda game, but the new challenges you're presented with are appropriate and feel well-planned. The flow is good, the progress rate feels satisfying, and you feel cool without feeling overpowered. The puzzles aren't super hard, but you do have to think about how to properly manage your resources. I wouldn't say Eow is better than Botw because it's a 2d Zelda, but Eow it's a good example of how more constricted assets tends to lead to tighter gameplay.

The plot feels very 'Gameboy Zelda'. Nothing super special, (stop the big bad, help the people you meet in the new towns, etc.), but it's what it needed to be and there are plenty of fun little memorable moments.

How do they handle Zelda being the protagonist instead of Link and getting a magic staff instead of a sword? Honestly, it's the kind of thing where I could see people arguing either way over whether Nintendo's decisions were correct or not. Sword-boy, magic-girl is an ancient trope, but I do understand them wanting Zelda as a protagonist to differentiate from Link as a protagonist in a notable way. I probably wouldn't even be remarking on it if it wasn't for Loz's history as an old formulaic franchise. I think it'll be a fun thing for me to sit down and read about the nuances at some point, but overall, I'd say Zelda protagonist was a neutral/good execution.

Nothing revolutionary, but a very solid entry in the Zelda series that pleasantly surprised me. 👍

[twig-tea]

BL/QL Ask game : The Ugly, the Bad and the Worst

Thank you for the game, @clara-maybe-ontheroad! And thanks for tagging me @clara-maybe-ontheroad and @lurkingshan! I started out by saying to myself that I'm going to do my best to ignore my urges and just answer the first thing that comes to me rather than treating this like a quiz. And then I went into a fugue and worked on this for >5 hours. WHOOPS.

Original version here for anyone else who wants to play!

Also quick warning, this is asking about the worsts, so TW for mentions of horrific plot points below.

Worst soundtrack / weirdest song choice in a BL

Ohhhhh man, ok so the first thought that came to mind was Never Let Me Go, which mostly had fantastic background music, and that's maybe why when it didn't hit it stood out so badly (sorry to my man Pond, not all BL actors should be singers! And having his OST play over their kiss in Part 7 4/4 was just mean). For the record I love this show (actually maybe it should go in one of the below categories because so many tumblr folks dislike it) but this was rough.

Most cringe-inducing line (cute)

These don't tend to stick with me...there are so many, and I am allergic to sincerity so everything earnest is various levels of cringe to me. So with that in mind, basically everything Gavreel ever said in Gameboys counts.

Most cringe-inducing line (actually bad)

Anytime someone said "Once I start I won't be able to stop" or some variation.

Most stupid decision made by a character

Jun Ho deciding to die rather than bite Min Hyun in Kissable Lips. Min Hyun was offering. it would have made Jun Ho human. He could have had his friends around to make sure he didn't go too far and kill him. Instead he decides to fade away in his arms like a dick. WHY.

Special mention to NuengDiao going back to his hotel where his murderous uncle is waiting with no plan other than to walk in wearing a suit and a cocky expression in Never Let Me Go.

[@bengiyo and @wen-kexing-apologist are correct about Teh giving up his spot to Oh Aew in I Told Sunset About You as the actual correct answer, btw]

Worst plot line

Every penultimate episode crises resulting in the leads splitting up so that they can reunite in the finale that are not earned and significantly detract from my enjoyment of a series [this list is not comprehensive]: 2Gether, Minato's Laundromat S2, Enchanté, Love Class, Plus & Minus.

The most problematic show you've watched

I've seen literally all of them so this feels like an unfair question lol there are layers of problematic; like, is it even worth considering all of the problems with A Round Trip to Love, or The Shortest Distance is Round, or What the Duck s2? I wrote out summaries for these and then decided no thanks. If anyone wants to know they can DM me.

In terms of series that are problematic but not often considered problematic, I'm calling out Love Area the series. It hits two of my pet peeves: shitty treatment of a poor character by an oblivious rich love interest that directly affects their sources of income, and an ableist subplot. I think it also has an unearned separation in the penultimate episode but honestly I remember thinking they should stay split up so maybe it was earned.

A show people love but you find bad

Vice Versa. Sorry to all who love that show. I wanted to like it; the colouring and cinematography are beautiful and the alternate universe was neat worldbuilding. But the plot makes me so, so angry.

Ditto Cutie Pie the series. I just can't enjoy it.

A show people find bad but you will defend

Honestly there are several, but the one that is most disliked that I will ride hardest for is probably Secret Crush On You (which I argued ended with one of the most healthy relationships in a BL here LMAO). I get why people find this show hard to watch, the cringe is real. But the gender expression! The found family! The "he's a weirdo and that's why I love him" dynamic! The mutual lusting! The body dysphoria! The fact that both start by playing into BL tropes and it's only by throwing those out that they can actually have a meaningful relationship! The way both characters have real growth! And like yes Toh is a fanboy stalker but that is problematized in the show! It gave us the growth from fanboy to faen that Be Mine Superstar didn't. I have a lot of emotions about this show.

ALSO because I cannot stop, I will forever to my dying breath defend Color Rush. I don't care what you say about dead fish kisses I can't hear you over the incredibly powerful metaphor about the queer experience!

A show that is just objectively bad but you enjoyed it

Bahahhaha. Um. So many, my friends. OH I'm going to take this chance to shout out the lesser-known webseries Discipline Z: Vampire (Korean, YouTube, 2020). It's ostensibly a sequel to Discipline, but the only thing they share is a single character so you don't need to watch it to understand what's happening in Discipline Z (they are entirely different shows in every way; Discipline is more youth slice of life with a queer story as part of the ensemble). Listen, I'm talking about this show in this category for a reason; it's about a vampire who falls for a street dancer, whose motley crew of hacker friends help rescue the vampire from an evil corporation that wants to experiment on him to understand his immortality. It is BAD.

But. BUT! I love it. Everyone is so pretty. There is a cute hacker girlie. There is scifi nonsense to explain immortality. There is a good kiss. There are characters willing to sacrifice to do the right thing. I am a simple woman. [Fair warning to my happy ending only pals: this ending is ambiguous at best; there was supposed to be a follow-up epilogue for the couple, but it never got filmed.]

Bonus, En of Love was absolutely trash and it has a very special place in my heart. It's not good (like, at all), but it's great.

A bad show that you kept watching because you were intrigued/fascinated

Let's go with Physical Therapy the series. At some point I just kept watching like a car wreck to see how bad it could get. Also shout-out to Dinosaur Love, which was...similarly bewildering.

A bad show that you kept watching because you were horny

@lurkingshan already stole my first answer for this, but oh man I stay a Why R U apologist for the Fighter/Tutor chemistry. I actually think somewhere in there is a really interesting show, if the pandemic hadn't made it impossible for them to film the ending that they wanted to, but based on the Korean version and the parts that we were told had to be cut, maybe it would have actually made it worse. But just to get on my soapbox for half a sec, Tutor was in debt, working himself to exhaustion, and Fighter (after he got over himself) protected him at his one job, joined him to help him meet his sales targets at another, hired him for a third, paid off his debt collector to take the pressure off, and then took him on vacation to help him relax--twice. I have issues with depictions of poverty in BL but at least my man secured the bag while also pursuing love or whatever. Also he whispers "get inside me" while they're making out, sorry, Tutor will forever be a fave of mine.

Since that's taken, I'm going to use this as an excuse to shout out the hotness of My Day the Series. It was predominantly not great but the heat moments....

A bad show that you kept watching because of that one character

I'm giving this to Noey Watplu from I Will Knock You. I was obsessed with him. I want his confidence so badly. I love how he's essentially a dork in cosplay but gets away with it because of his rizz. Truly iconic. This man decided he was being seduced and said "bet". I really enjoyed this show because of him and him alone.

A bad show that you would still recommend

I'm going to put Ghost Host Ghost House here. It's "bad" in the sense that it had low production values (like, really bad, so bad the time of day changes at random because they lost the light while filming). But the romance was cute, the story around the romance was interesting, the worldbuilding around the merit credits was fascinating, the side mystery was so heartbreaking, the various characters actually had a lot of difficult emotions to portray, and overall I think this show is underrated.

I also already have and will again recommend YYY as a fun and fascinating watch to anyone who asks about it, @waitmyturtles is correct on that call.

The character that ruined a show the most

There are several annoying sides in BL, but I'm giving this to the side hets in My Oxygen. A fujoshi who records people without their consent for online clout is bad. A doctor using his role as a doctor to get closer to his patient is really bad. Pretending to be interested in his friend because the girl he likes is a fujoshi is worse; then using her brother as his friend's stand-in when his friend won't put up with it anymore is the WORST.

Most awful character that you hated

I mean, Lhong in TharnType takes it for not only arranging the gang rape of Tar, but being forgiven for it in the series. Neung in Tonhon Chonlatee comes a close second for attempting to rape Chonlatee and then claiming the moral high ground against his homophobic "friend". Tony in History 5: Love in the Future doesn't get enough hate for trying to murder someone just because he was his love rival. Namning in La Cuisine had her love rival bullied, beaten and who knows what she was going to do with that gun. Also shoutout to @wen-kexing-apologist's answer of Korn, in KinnPorsche, he was so insidiously evil, it was so well done.

Most awful character that you loved

I'm going with "awful" as not necessarily (just) morally bad but that people didn't like: Jaime from Win Jaime's Heart. Objectively he's a fuckboi of the worst calibre. He agrees to go on a webshow in which he dates Heart so that he can seduce the creator of the show Winston. And Jaime is so charming that I don't care about his bi wrongs (partially, to be fair, because the premise is ridiculous so it's hard to take too seriously).

Special mention (because it's not a series) to Wine in Red Wine in the Dark Night. I love a murder twink (speaking of, things are looking really good for me to stay in love with Ai Di from Kiseki if it keeps on this track).

If we're interpreting "awful" as characters that other people don't like, it'll probably go to Toh from Secret Crush on You or Gus in Diary of Tootsies. They're flawed, they're femme, they're fantastic.

A character that wasn't awful but that you just don't like

Can in Love By Chance and the sequels. Tinn is an asshole and knows it; Can is an asshole but is also self-righteous, but in all honesty his biggest flaw for me is that he's not competent and I have little patience for that.

A hero that should have been a villain

Tempted to give this to Ko from Love Poison for essentially trying to love spell date rape his love interest--this is only not that bad because magic isn't real so of course it doesn't do anything.

Possibly Athit (Boun's character) from Even Sun? I put a question mark there because this was so convoluted and hard to follow I'm not even 100% sure I remember it right, but from what I remember, this was not a romantic story at all.

Taking a totally different approach to the question, Joke from Hidden Agenda should have been a secret villain (in the sense that he should have been scheming and sociopathic but hiding it, ineffectually, from Zo) in order to make the series make sense, but apparently I can't have nice things.

And finally, special mention to Phu in The Promise for being the villain for so many of us already.

A morally bad character you're into

Zhu Zi Shu, canon war criminal and child murderer from Word of Honor. He thought he was doing bad things for good reasons (protecting the people he loves), realized he was just doing bad things and the people he loves were all dead anyway, and crafted a convoluted plot to get out of the secret society rules that he created to prevent anyone from leaving. And then he wanders aimless until he meets Wen Ke Xing and becomes as loyal to this equally morally dubious man as he was to his secret society. I love him (and them) so much.

Same type of deal, different scale of crime: Akk from The Eclipse. I have a soft spot for this trope.

A morally bad character you're not into and you wish people would stop being into

Xue Yang from The Untamed. Also a mass murderer, but doing it just for the vibes/to avenge his finger, so he gets zero love from me. People woobify him just because he's sassy it's...rough.

The show that disappointed you the most

From hype to execution? So Much in Love / Ni Yam Ruk. I slogged through such awful subs TWICE (because they claimed they redid them, but they are still terrible) to try to give this show a chance, because the premise sounded right up my alley. I still think there's a show in there that I would have liked, but it is literally unwatchable.

Most disappointed from what the show seemed like it was doing at the start to what it delivered in full is a tie between The Shipper and Step By Step.

The Worst Show of Them All Because of Your Own Reasons

That's My Candy. I've only ever dropped/not finished I think 3 or so shows? And this was the most painful and the one I am least likely to ever finish. The pairing was overplayed, the comedy was heavy handed, and the plot was absolutely cringe inducing. It was literally torture trying to watch this.

If you made it this far, thank you for reading!

Tagging @visualtaehyun @nothingsbetterthancoffee @lurkingteapot @snidgetwrites @formayhem @slayerkitty @respectthepetty @ginnymoonbeam no pressure as always! And if you play and I didn't tag you but you're reading this, tag me anyway! I love reading everyone's answers.

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All TMNT Shredder’s Revenge Color References - Casey Jones

Other character posts are linked at the bottom of this post.

Been playing Shredder’s Revenge recently due to the new dlc and since I haven’t seen much discussion in terms of references the new dlc, I decided to look into a lot of it myself. Feel free to give me any additional info/corrections you might know and I hope you enjoy checking this out.

# 1 - Default 87 (Wish this guy appeared in more than 5/193 episodes)

# 2 - 1989 Playmates Toys Action Figure - It doesn’t have as much green on the actual toy, but stuff like the green equipment definitely makes it seem correct.

# 3 - 1990’s movie(s) - Likely based on the first movie

# 4 - 2003 Show - This does also resemble the 2007 movie design since the coloring is quite similar. Since a lot of other characters reserve this spot for 03 though, I’m putting that.

# 5 - 2012 Show - This is where it’s harder to tell what the Casey is based on, but a lot of characters do put their 2012 design right after 2003 from what I can tell. As to the actual design itself, while it doesn’t quite capture the face paint nor spray paint looks, the mostly gray, black and white design (that isn’t “black-and-white” like Mirage) does look similar to the 2012 design.

# 6 - Rise of the TMNT (Foot Recruit) - I don’t think any of the colors are based on the Casey from the Rise movie, but this does have a similar color scheme to Cassandra. Plus it’s where a Rise alt for the turtles and Splinter went.

# 7 - Tournament Fighters Genesis

# 8 - Colored Mirage Design? - I both found a picture of Casey from a colored Mirage comic and 2 toys (including the one below) which all seem to be based on the Mirage Casey. Alternatively, it seems like he wore a close costume in the Batman crossover comics. I’m not exactly sure where else he uses the design though and I am struggling to find more images of that colored Mirage comic using the same color scheme, but it seems like the closest I’ve found so far. Also worth noting that the toy has more so tan-ish accessories rather than white.

# 9 - Original Mirage Comics

# 10 - NES - I doubt it’s specifically a reference to the NES Tournament Fighters, but it does look close and probably is the most likely NES game that’s specifically referenced (besides maybe Usagi who I need to look into more as of making this post).

# 11 - Gameboy - I don’t believe Casey was in any actual Gameboy games, but the pallet is definitely Gameboy inspired.

All other Color References posts:

1. Karai

2. Leonardo

3. Michelangelo

4. Raphael

5. Donatello

6. April O’Neil

7. Master Splinter

8. Casey Jones

9. Usagi

10. Mona Lisa

11. Mondo Gecko

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Good news that affects nobody but me!!

Recently, I made a sprite of my OC, Shun, public for the first time ever (forgot to ever say their name in that post, but whatever :P). I actually have a very specific system for making sprites of them, as I do for most characters, but today I've come up with a much better & more efficient approach that will likely help me make these sprites much faster! (It might not look much different but I swear, there's a point to this.)

(FYI: This is likely going to be a long post – or at least, longer than my others so far – and I may ramble a bit about my process, so be warned!)

To start, the biggest change in this system is the base character that I use. In both cases, the base has been Athena, but which Athena it is has changed: I now use the Athena sprites from KOF R-2, rather than SNK: Gals' Fighters.

(SNK: Gals' Fighters was released after KOF R-2, so it has a few corrections in its sprites beyond the outfit change. I tend to carry these changes over, while still retaining the outfit from R-2.)

My main reasoning for this is simply that Athena's outfit from KOF R-2 is a lot more similar to Shun's outfit than her Gals' Fighters look. This results in me not having to spend as much time modifying the outfit, and focus more on making the character look like Shun.

Now, for more specific changes:

Their shoes, in the original (still taken from the R-2 design, despite it mostly being GF), had the two pixels of shading removed. I honestly have no idea why I did this, so it's returned in these new sprites. (As a side note; the socks on Athena's R-2 outfit were also used in the old design to show Shun's ankles, and that's still the case now.)

Their jacket(?) was custom-drawn in the original; my system for making it was drawing a line across Athena's shorts to separate the two legs, and continuing this line up the torso, adding a darker purple edge to the outer side afterwards. In this new system, the jacket is just a recoloured version of Athena's.

Shun's hair buns were originally taken from the character A-Mi, from a bootleg fighting game on the Gameboy Colour called Queen Fighters 2000. In this new system, they're taken from Chun-Li, without the ribbons.

Now, about the hair...

Like their hair buns, Shun's fringe is taken from A-Mi:

(Every character in Queen Fighters 2000 is edited from a character from a NGPC fighting game. In A-Mi's case, she's modified from Shermie.)

However, an odd feature of the Queen Fighters sprites is that every character (save for Kaoly, who is edited from Chizuru, and Rina, whose sprites are custom-drawn, but based on King) has their sprites scaled differently; usually one pixel taller and one pixel wider than their base character.

When I took A-Mi's hair and gave it to Shun, I didn't account for this change, so in all of my original sprites, Shun's fringe is a pixel wider than it should be. In these new sprites, I instead took the fringe from Shermie, editing it to look like what A-Mi's would be, had it not had the weird scaling.

R O T I S S E R I E S H U N H E A D

So, that's about all there is to this new system! This might have just come across as insane rambling, but I'm just easily excited about this stuff and haven't really had the opportunity to share it before. I hope it was... interesting?? at least? Really, I just don't know how to end these kind of posts yet, so I guess I'll just stop here. :P

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Ok how about something light and fun, the whole spider nephew family together playing Mario kart? Who do they play as, who has the worst luck, and who is the most competitive? I can only imagine the chaos and I find it hilarious.

So! I haven't played much Mario Cart since the Gameboy advanced days. (And gameboy color but can't recall if the game was on that) so I think my answer will not be 100% correct. That said:

Montana: mostly just plays up not knowing what's going on and constantly drives of the track. Can he play well? No one knows for sure. He is Mario tho.

Ox- Bowser. Plays okay.middle of the pack.

Dan- wants to win. Was best until Peter came along. King boo main.

Quen- really into it. Will always use shells on people. Mains Luigi.

Harry- sucks. And always is last. Worst luck too when it comes to items. Is daisy

Peter- funky Kong. Best player with little practice. Mid tere luck

Rhino-back of the pack. Toad.

Sandman- dry bones super lucky. Consistently second or third.

Electro: donkey Kong. Mid tere driver. Very competitive

^-^

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Every Cancelled Donkey Kong Game [YT Script]

INTRO 

Ever wanted to learn about every canceled Donkey Kong game? Find out in Every Canceled Donkey Kong Game, Game Facts Special!

There are at least 14! Canceled or Unreleased Donkey Kong games on consoles ranging from the NES, and CD-I to Gameboy and Gamecube!  We’ll be taking a look at leaked info and available content for each one!

Make sure to like the video as we start us off with

Donkey Kong no Ongaku Asobi 

A game that would have expanded Donkey Kong’s musical career!  Donkey Kong no Ongaku Asobi loosely translates to ‘Donkey Kong Playing His Music’ and was set to release on the Nintendo Famicom, and involves Donkey Kong playing on bass, and DK Jr playing the drums,  with additional guests Mario on Piano, and Pauline fronting the vocals!

The game would have had various game modes, including a music quiz, which tasked the player (as Mario) to identify notes from sheet music displayed on screen by jumping onto the correct note on a keyboard, which then synchronizes to DK’s bass playing. It’s also reported that a second player would have been able  to join in as Pauline to help out! This highlights the ‘educational’ aspect of the game, teaching  musically minded players how to read music notation efficiently!

A second mode, ‘Donkey Band’ would allow the player to take on the role of frontlady Pauline, utilising the Famicom controller’s microphone in a karaoke style game, encouraging the player to  sing along.  

The cancellation came about when Nintendo lost the rights to the songs they wanted to use for the  game. It’s a mystery whether the songs - which were written by Japanese pop singer Seiko  Matsuda - were actually ever licensed out at all, perhaps Nintendo assumed they would be able to  attain these rights by the time the game would release. Some screenshots of the game survive, so  its safe to assume the game was pretty much done!

Donkey Kong: Parking Attendant  

Stephen Radosh, known mostly as the man who made the hit TV show Catchphrase, started his  career in game-making with SEGA! In an interview he did with Game Informer, he described a  bizarre situation: SEGA managed to attain the rights to the Donkey Kong series sometime in the  80s.

According to Stephen, the game involved the playable Donkey Kong working as a car parking attendant. The gameplay involved DK helping cars into empty spaces, all the while dodging drivers recklessly pulling out of their spots. This game was put to a stop by Nintendo when SEGA of America’s physical assets were started to be sold off, hopefully not because of this game! 

Return of Donkey Kong 

The only real pieces of evidence which suggest the existence of this game are articles from Official Nintendo Player’s Guide, and Nintendo Fun Club, which highlighted DK’s Return as an upcoming release in its fifth edition. These publications spanned a whole year from 1987 to ’88.  

The game would have been a true sequel to the mainline DK titles, with the barrel rolling gameplay  coming back in full swing (pun wholeheartedly intended). The publications teased that DK might  actually be used as a player character, after the positive response towards the iconic main character.

Return of Donkey Kong sadly faded out of public memory, as it was never even mentioned again,  suggesting that it might have only had been planned at that stage, and canceled before work even  began on prototyping the game. 

Donkey Kong CD-i 

Prior to the Donkey Kong Country boom, in 1992-’93 a DK game was being developed for the  Phillips CD-i. Yes, THAT Phillip’s CD-i which held such classic titles such as the spin-off Zelda games ‘Wand of Gamelon’, and ‘Zelda’s Adventure’! 

Initially highlighted in the ‘Gaming Gossip’ section of Electronic Gaming Monthly (issue 31),  Donkey Kong was slated for a SNES 16bit remake, but it was later corrected in issue 43, over a  year later, that the remake was going to be a sequel, and released not for the SNES, but the  SNES-CD and Phillips CDi. 

Game developer Adrian Jackson-Jones made it publicly known that the game was in development  when he added his contributions to the project onto his LinkedIn resume. It states that he  designed, and implemented a proprietary game engine for a CDi Donkey Kong game during his  time at Riedel Software Productions. 

This was corroborated in an interview RSP’s co-founder, Michael J. Riedel. He said that no assets survive of the project due to the company's policy of trashing any canceled games. All that remains are the accounts of Jackon-Jones’ development, and his struggles with wrestling the memory limitations of  the CDi system. Perhaps the failure of the SNES-CD product was ultimately reason for the whole project being scrapped, but we don’t know for sure.

Donkey Kong IV 

This rumoured title was said to be a final release for the mainline DK games, however, it’s  speculated that this was a misconception. This false understanding led to the report in issue 13 of Mean Machines magazine, with a written account that it was test-marketed in selected arcades,  but nothing was released after this.  

Ultra Donkey Kong 

Originally Donkey Kong 64 was going to be an exclusive game for the Nintendo 64 Disk Drive. This was uncovered when Daniel Owsen, a translator for Nintendo games, answered a question in Nintendo Power magazine regarding a Donkey Kong Country game for the N64. Volume 104 saw Daniel said that Ultra Donkey Kong was mentioned in a few Japanese gaming magazines, but that it was likely to be a larger version of the original 64 game. IGN’s translation of the Japanese magazine Dengeki corroborates his account, saying that it would provide a 3D Donkey Kong game exclusively on the N64DD.  

Donkey Kong Plus 

It’s E3 2002. and a new Donkey Kong game is being teased for the GBA.. life is good. The tech demo that was demonstrated showed off the new ability to utilise the Gamecube link cable, which would allow players  to create classic DK levels and then play them on the GBA.

It was replaced with the Mario vs. Donkey Kong game, which still had level creator within the  source code, though this required some skill to find. The series didn’t see an officially released  level creator until the second iteration, so that development time didn’t go to waste in the end!  

Super Donkey 

Just when you thought you might have heard all the 2020 Nintendo gigaleak had to offer… in  swings Super Donkey!  

Included within this leak was the source code to Super Mario World 2: Yoshi’s Island, and within  THAT were multiple prototypes which really didn’t match the final game whatsoever. Two of the  earliest dated builds were named Super_Donkey_1 and Super_Donkey_2. These builds contained 

Donkey sprite data, and some other graphics related to the DK series, such as character sprites that look similar to the squawks from Donkey Kong Country.

Super Donkey went on to become Yoshi’s Island, and this iteration of Donkey Kong never  came to be! Checkout our full episode on Super Donkey to learn about everything found in the prototypes!

Donkey Kong Country 4 

There were many rumours that survived regarding a brand new DK Country game. An anonymous, but credible source said that the idea of making Donkey Kong Country 4 for the Nintendo DS was  pitched by a team at Rare, after the experience by porting the Donkey Kong Country games to the GameBoy Advance. This sequel never made it into development though.

Diddy Kong Pilot 

Found by game leakers at Rareware Central, this ROM was uncovered in 2011. It showed a build  from a 2005 GameBoy Advance game which had Diddy Kong and Co. pit against each other in  aeroplane racing. If released, it would have been another entry into the Diddy Kong Racing series.  Prior to this, an ex-Rare employee showed off some unused gameplay from Diddy Kong Pilot. The  footage shows what the game looked like in development during 2001, and displays multiple  selection menus for characters, tracks, and game modes. It also has a short clip of the player  racing as Cranky Kong in a time trial across an icy level named Tundra Tumble.  

This game ended up being re-skinned, and continued development as the ‘Banjo Pilot’ game that released in 2005. Yet, the game hackers would end up finding tonnes of unused content from the original  Diddy Kong prototype, like unused music tracks, a plethora of unused sprites, and some unused maps. The reason behind this change is that Rare was purchased by Microsoft in 2002, and Nintendo pulling their license for Rare to use the Donkey Kong IP.  

Diddy Kong Racing Adventure 

Continuing on a familiar track, there was yet another Diddy Kong racing game that never graced  our consoles. Diddy Kong Racing Adventure was pitched by the Climax Group, who’s most recent efforts had them assist development on Housemarque’s 2021 release Returnal. But, back in 2004, Climax had developed a demo for a sequel to Diddy Kong Racing to pitch to Nintendo. 

Intended for the Gamecube, the demo could only run on the Xbox at the time, and featured the Wizpig’s teaming up with the Kremling’s to terrorise the Kong’s… try saying that 5 times fast!

It would have had an expanded adventure mode, with a focus on travelling between villages and hidden areas.  

This pitch was rejected by Nintendo, with the remake of the original coming out on the DS in 2007.  

Donkey Kong (GameCube) 

Another rumour had spread that Rare wasn’t only working on Diddy Kong Pilot before Microsoft’s  buyout, but also a successor to Donkey Kong Country, and DK64 on the GameCube. It would have  been a 3D game, with a similar style to DK64. Hardly anything is known about this game, other  than the Music team at Rare were set to work on the game.  

Donkey Kong Coconut Crackers 

And now we have the obligatory cancelled puzzle game! Coconut Crackers was going to be  developed for the Gameboy Advance and featured block fitting puzzle mechanics on a  checkerboard. This was another DK game affected by the Microsoft acquisition as it’s release was delayed from its intended date in December 2001.  

But all is not lost for Coconut Crackers, as it was re-developed into what is now known as ‘It’s Mr.  Pants’, which had its trademark registered in 2001, and releasing in 2004.  

Donkey Kong Racing 

Yet another Kong victim of Microsoft’s Rare acquisition is Donkey Kong Racing. It was 

going to be a sequel to the acclaimed Diddy Kong Racing for the Gamecube.The game was officially announced with a trailer at 2001’s E3. What little information remains is details of a  mechanic where the player would have to train their animal mount before they could race with them. It ended up being a classic case of ‘Vaporware’ which is a name given to games whose  development virtually vanished out of existence!  

Voice Actor Say Goodbye 

Thanks for watching! 

This has been a Game Facts Special  [27 References Available on Request] Content Link [if available]: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A529-0Z28Eg&t=92s

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Chapter 1/3

(Gen, teenage Matt Murdock)

In O & M, Ms. Lucero taught Matt to hold his cane like a pencil, directing it with his index finger to give him control. He swings the cane to the right when he steps forward with his left foot, then swings it left when he steps with his right foot. The counterintuitive rhythm took a while to master. But he mastered it.

There’s no one else to take care of him, not unless you count Stick. And Matt’s not sure if he does.

He pulls open the heavy bodega door and carefully finds his way to the deli counter and grill at the back. Today is the first day of the month. The church gets to keep Matt’s Social Security Disability payments, but Sister Mary Ignacia always slips him some cash; he has four fives folded lengthwise in his pocket and he plans to spend one on a sandwich and a Snapple from the cold case.

The bodega is crowded. Whoever is on the grill today is talking loudly in Spanish with some other guys. Matt hears a clutter of overlapping heartbeats and starts to get overwhelmed. Who’s on line to order and who is waiting for their food and who is just here hanging out? Where should he stand? Do they see him already?

Stick gave him a breathing exercise to calm him down at times like this, but Matt can’t remember it. There is no reason for him to be here; they’ve got peanut butter back at St. Agnes’s. He turns around, reorients himself to the aisle, and taps himself back to the front of the store.

“Hey, kid,” a voice calls. “Blind kid. Hold up. I got you next!” But Matt is already pushing his way out the jangling door like a weirdo. Right foot, tap. Left foot, tap. Half-running. He trips over something he should have found with his cane, and goes sprawling. His palms sting.

No matter how fast he is, he can’t get away from himself.

::::

When he first got discharged from the hospital, different neighbors would take turns coming to sit with him while his dad was at work. “What do my eyes look like?” Matt asked Trang from 4D. One year older than him, raspberry-scented body wash, playing her GameBoy Pocket on the other end of the couch.

“They’re brown,” she said without pausing her game.

“Yeah, duh. But do they look weird? Or normal.

“Normal.”

“Do they look different at all? If you didn’t know me, would you think I could see?”

“I guess.” Trang’s breathing maintained its steady in and out. Link’s ocarina played a song. “Maybe if I wasn’t really paying attention.”

“What if you were paying attention?”

“Then I’d probably know. Because you don’t really look at things, do you?”

“Oh. Right,” Matt said.

::::

His life should feel so different now from what it used to be. But a lot of things are still the same. He still goes to City Knoll Middle School in the P.S. 111 building on West 53rd. He confesses his sins to the same priests and attends catechism class with the same kids from the neighborhood. He's known Nico Persiani by sight for years – he's the kid with the white cane and the extra-thick but mostly useless glasses. But the two of them never really talked until Matt moved to St. Agnes’s.

Now that they live in the same dorm, Nico wants to be friends. And he never shuts up. He tells Matt all kinds of personal stuff. That he’s twelve, too, and his corrected vision is 20/300 in his better eye. That his dead mom was from St. Thomas, in the Caribbean, that his white dad surrendered parental rights, but sends guilty letters when he’s drunk that the nuns love to read out loud. That the new Star Wars movie sucked, but Ewan MacGregor is actually a better Obi-Wan than Sir Alec Guiness was. That his favorite food is sushi and his favorite color is yellow.

Then, he stops himself. “Oh, man. Sorry. I’m not trying to be a jerk about it.”

“It’s cool. You’re allowed to have a favorite color.”

Matt listens to Nico’s heartbeat and the squeak of thin-soled sneakers on the linoleum as the other boy awkwardly shifts his weight. It is garbage day and the smell drifting in through the cracked window is terrible. The ceiling fan stirs the hot air, but the pressure tells Matt it’ll rain tonight. The A uptown express is passing through the tunnel under their feet and some of the older girls are in the rectory, playing Janet Jackson’s “Together Again” on repeat while they practice their routine for the dance team.

Matt’s head hurts, like it always does now, and every inch of his skin hurts. His heart hurts, too, a pain that feels real and grounded in the body. And Nico feels bad for him because he can’t see colors.

“I heard what happened to you,” says Nico.

“I know,” says Matt. Everyone has.

::::

He used to get comped tickets for Battlin’ Jack Murdock’s boxing matches. He’d sit alone in the front row and watch the fight, but in between rounds, he’d turn around and watch the crowd. Old people. Young people. Mostly men, but some women mixed in. Rich and poor, shoulder to shoulder. He’d watch their faces and body language, notice the clothes they wore, make up stories about them. Who was from out of town. Who didn’t like violence. Who had bet on the loser.

He can’t do that anymore. Now, people watch him.

::::

He notices the different ways Stick uses his cane against different surfaces. One minute, his teacher might let it skim delicately over the sidewalk, then the next, he’ll slam it against the side of a newspaper box or drag it skittering over a subway grate. Sometimes there’s a long, long wait between taps, as if Stick has actually forgotten this tool that Ms. Lucero says should function as an extension of the arm. Other times, Stick holds the cane in his fist, perpendicular to the concrete, and he brings the tip down with a hard rap, like he’s trying to poke a hole in the street. BANG. It makes Matt jump.

Maybe Stick is listening for the echoes. Maybe he’s just trying to get people’s attention so they’ll get out of his way. Matt’s not stupid enough to think that Stick doesn’t always know exactly what he’s doing. But he can’t help thinking about how it must look to anyone watching. He remembers how he used to stare at Nico, before. He knows that when he and Stick are out in public, eyes are always on them. And Stick doesn’t look very respectable. Yes, that’s why the unusual cane technique bothers him so much. Because it seems sloppy. Inconsistent.

"You get around so good,” Matt says, clothing his concern in a compliment. “Do people ever think you’re faking it?”

“Nope,” Stick says shortly. “My eyes look funny. Cataracts. You know what that is?”

“Um. Not really.”

Stick grunts. That’s his version of a shrug, a noise Matt knows means that he’s not interested in explaining further.

He grunts a lot.

::::

Matt is still painfully slow at Grade 2 contracted Braille. It takes him a long time to get through anything, so he also checks out textbooks on tape from the National Library for the Blind – each book is dozens of cassette tapes – and stays up late with his headphones, reading them both ways, over and over. His fingers tingle and his muscles are sore from training, but he is slowly getting better at everything, even if there is no one to notice or care. Matt’s IEP specifies that he should always be seated in the front of the classroom. So he can hear the teacher better? So he can find his seat easier? So someone in charge can always be watching him? He’s not really sure what the rationale is. He feels exposed.

Today, when he gets to pre-algebra, someone is sitting in his reserved seat. Matt knows it’s Brett Mahoney, one of the popular kids. He can smell the wintergreen Altoids Brett is always chewing on. He lets his cane knock into Brett’s foot and the other boy jumps up quickly.

“Oh! Sorry, man. I honestly forgot.” Then, after a pause, “Um, you know you have, like, a nasty cut? On your face?”

“Yeah,” Matt says. “Believe it or not, you are not the first person who has mentioned it. Also, I can feel it. I’m not stupid.”

“OK,” says Brett. “You know it’s bleeding, though, right?”

“It’s bleeding now?” Matt lifts his hand to his brow to check and to his surprise, his fingers come away sticky.

So that’s how Brett ends up escorting him to the nurse’s office.

“What happened, anyway?” Brett asks on the way back. Matt hates having to depend on another middle school boy for sighted lead. He doesn’t want anyone to tease Brett, so he keeps as much space between them as possible, his fingers barely touching Brett’s bicep, but Brett doesn't seem too worried about it. And it’s nice that he isn’t assuming Matt walked into something or fell down, the way the nurse just did.

Obviously he can’t explain about Stick, though. “I was fighting,” he says. It is true.

“Did you win?”

No.”

::::

Is Stick good-looking? It's really hard to guess. He’s old and crotchety, but he could be handsome in a rugged way, Matt thinks. Anything is possible. Clearly some women like him, like Sister Dora, whose pulse picks up when Stick comes to fetch him.

“Do you have a girlfriend?” Matt asks him.

Stick ignores the question. “Time for you to get outta here, kid. I got another student coming in 10 minutes.”

Matt feels obscurely jealous. “He’s blind, too?”

“She,” Stick corrects. “No.”

“Huh.” Matt puts the escrima sticks back in their case. “Can she do all the things I can do?”

“She’s much better than you.”

“Does she work harder than me?”

“No. No one does. She’s just better.” He knocks his hand into Matt’s shoulder, a soft blow or a rough pat. “Haven’t I taught you yet that life isn’t fair?”

He didn’t need Stick for that lesson.

::::

Sometimes Matt just walks. He walks east into the anonymous scrum of Times Square and finds his way to Broadway, following it down through Midtown, through Union Square, into the Village and Soho and then Chinatown. It feels good to stretch his legs and the smell of the egg doughnuts from the famous cart makes his mouth water, but all the knockoff perfume shops on Canal exacerbate his perpetual headache. He passes by the arch he remembers and begins to cross the Manhattan Bridge on the footpath. Trains pass on the left with a metal rattle so deep he can feel it in the roots of his teeth.

He doesn’t have a watch, but a subtle drop in temperature tells him that the sun is going down now, the river far below darkening in a way he remembers from outings with his dad when he was a little kid. Halfway across the bridge, he pulls up his hood and stows his folded cane in his backpack. No one here will know he’s supposed to need it.

Downtown Brooklyn roars around him. Cars are getting on and off the BQE. Matt finds his way to the steps that wind down to street level, but he is afraid to stray too far; he doesn’t know these streets at all, and he has no way to reorient himself if he screws up. The river and Manhattan are behind him, he remembers, at his 6:00.

Matt promises he’ll just walk to the next block, recite the Nicene Creed, then turn around, retrace his steps, go back across the bridge the way he came. Return to the orphanage, his neighborhood, his whole life. His blood is beating in his ears. Strangers shove past, taking no notice of him. He’s just a white kid in a hoodie, wearing sunglasses at night. His footsteps are silent without the echoing tap he’s gotten used to.

Turn around, he tells himself. Turn around.

But he keeps walking. He could disappear completely.

Notes:

It's strongly suggested in that Season 3 flashback that that Sister Dora teaches at St. Agnes's and Matt goes to school there, but I think it makes more sense for him and Nico to go to public school, given their accessibility needs.

I love Father Lantom, but I am confused about whether he was around when Matt was a kid, or if they just meet in Season 1, so I left him out.

I'm visually impaired/low vision. If anyone blind reads this, please please please tell me what you think.

[jacksjoke]

cai is 👁️ 👄 👁️ always

prayers for him 🙏

[mostly correct gameboys (x)]

[soupbabe]

I think it was me ? Can I get the crusaders x reader who is a huge nerd and talks about ethics and morals often and video games and if they aren't talking about that they're quiet but when they get closer to the reader they're really loud and huge dumb ass, really sarcastic too and keeps their chill personality if they have to but their secretly really hyper and a child? Platonic for Joseph ofc

Stardust Crusaders x Smart (ish) Reader HCs

Yet again my personal favorites shine through in this 😔 also these are kind of a mess? My bad

Joseph Joestar (Platonic)

You were like a saint to have around on the trip half the time

You had a vast knowledge of the countries the group traveled to and without you, chances are he would've offended many people if you weren't there to correct his language

You didn't mind hanging around Mr. Joestar, he was funny and a good leader. He had that vibe to him that made it very easy to open up to

On occasion you would have to room with him and it usually was a night filled with dumb jokes (from the both of you) and Joseph telling you stories from his younger years

You would interupt during some stories, putting in what you would've done or general opinions

"That Kars person, you said that he could transform any body part he could. Does that mean he could've been like a Catboy?"

Y/N what the hell are you talking about.

Don't tell the man who lost a hand to a god that his enemy probably would've looked cute in cat ears.

Jotaro Kujo

You were seen as the "smart kid" at his school. Decent grades, teachers liked you, go to tutor, etc

Jotaro just knows you as the person who gives their detailed notes to him when he skips out on a lesson

He didn't pay any attention to you until one day from accross the school courtyard, he heard you seriously talking about a "demon" haunting you to your friends

You even brought it out, but turns out no one else but Jotaro could see it

That was the beginning of how y'all became friends, mostly thru Star being curious and poking around [stand name]

Beep bop boop Egypt time

A lot of your time in Egypt was telling Jotaro about how in the different countries they'll be traveling to, they'll be able to find different kinds of animals they wouldn't usually see in Japan

Jotaro actually enjoys your constant ramblings about the stuff you like, even if he doesn't really care too much about your nagging about how rude he treats people who really don't deserve it

his nicknames for you include "nerd" and "dumbass" but he means it in an affectionate way I swear

He really finds it cute when you have your dumb moments

He had to hide a smile behind his hat when he saw your reaction to the baby in the Death 13 arc

You had no idea that babies could open their eyes until a complete full year, similarly to how kittens can't for about a week

Noriaki Kakyoin

You both enjoy talking to each other a lot

I fully believe that you two's version of "flirting" is telling each other so many things you know to impress each other

Once you were able to open up to him more, he definitely enjoyed laughing at your dumb moments

Sometimes Kakyoin would question if you're actually alright when he finds out how dumb you can act sometimes

Y/N that's a raccoon not a puppy???

You both enjoy talking about video games together so much

Imagine staying up late talking about the lore of your favorite game and Kakyoin providing his own theories with you omg

3am Fnaf lore with Kakyoin 😳?

You both stay up all night trying to hack into Kakyoin's Gameboy and Kakyoin loves seeing the smile on your face when it works

Muhammad Avdol

He loves you so much its unbelievable

It was like you were made for each other tbh. You still had a lot of things in common with him, but your more laid back and careless side was still able to get him out of his comfort zone

He doesn't mind a reckless partner, but it's not too much that he feels as if he's taking care of a child instead of an s/o

He loves discussing your views on things and how your experiences led you to your current beliefs

You both give book recommendations to each other <3

But he'd be lying if he said that seeing you go wide eyed at various jewlry at markets and you mumbling "shiny" under your breath wasn't the cutest thing he ever saw

He sometimes teaches you how to do fortune telling and he's a very good teacher too

Positive reinforcement with kisses bby

You definitely proved him wrong when he said "There's no such things as stupid questions, ask away darling"

Jean-Pierre Polnareff

He would tell you that he was a man of philosophy just to get your attention, but would barely hang on to it when you start a discussion about it

It's not like he's stupid, but when you get to the details of things, he gets lost

Constantly praises you for being so smart

Loves hearing you ramble on about anything. Yes he isn't knowledgeable about video games, but it's hard to tell you to stop when your eyes light up when you're passionate about something

You both constantly get targeted by the enemies for goofing off together

But it's okay Polnareff would always be there for you and it's not like you're weak either

You just have poor fighting stragedy

When you and Pol room together it's so lighthearted and fun

You also fell for Cameo's genie like stand with him

You both agreed to split the wishes

You wished for your favorite animal to be your pet. You're a simple person with simple wishes

You both got so disappointed when it turned out it was a stand all along, both mumbling and complaining about how stupid it was

[magicmindless]

Hello I am here to invade your feed with Mary and James sibling headcanons you never asked for

-Mary and James have a 5-year age gap, Mary being 23 currently and James being 28

-Mary doesn’t remember her or James’ biological parents but James does, however. All she knows from James and Skip (their adoptive father) was that the reason they were given up for adoption was that things weren't very stable

-She also knows from Skip that she and James are both half-Spanish and half-Irish

-Mary is one of those people with a naturally friendly look which can be nice but doesn't help her when she's mad or wants to be taken seriously. James even gave her the nickname “Bunny”, which is basically a shorter way of saying “You’re cute when you’re mad” which pisses her off

-Both happen to be allergic to cats. James got the shorter end of the stick though. He can’t pet cats otherwise his skin will get hives. Also if he were to stick around with them for too long, his eyes will water and his chest will feel tight making him cough a lot. For Mary, cats just make her sneeze and that's it

-James often teases Mary about her and Sue’s relationship (cause of course he would) about when they're gonna get married and just them in general, though he would be lying if he said he wasn’t a little bit envious of the fact that she’s kept a relationship longer than he ever has so far

-Both really liked watching tv together along with Skip. Besides sports games and stuff they all enjoyed watching cartoons together and animated movies, like Gravity falls, Teen Titans (og), Phineas and Ferb, The Simpsons, Avatar: The Last Airbender, and others

-Funny thing is that James and Mary see themselves heavily relating to Katara and Sokka from A:TLA and they’re always quoting the series every now and then

-There have been times where they go to a bar together and the bartender mistakens Mary for being younger than she really is and will have to check her ID. There have also been times where that has happened and James plays along to piss off Mary

“Hm, oh, I don’t know who this is. Hey there, are you lost? Where’s your daddy?”

“… I’m your little sister!”

“Oh yeah… you’re not supposed to be here, you’re too young!”

“I’M 23 JAMES-“

-When Mary was little she couldn't pronounce her r’s right so she used to pronounce her name as “Mawy”. For some reason this used to piss James off when they were kids and would always angrily correct her. Now looking back it was actually kind of funny

-James has a protective older brother instinct. Look it’s okay for James to insult Mary but if anyone else bothers her he’ll step in death-glaring the person.

-Back then they shared a GameCube and a gameboy so they’d always play games together like Super Mario, Mario Kart, Pokémon, Kirby, Animal Crossing, Smash Bros, and stuff like that. Sharing the GameCube wasn’t a problem, besides getting a little too competitive every now and then, it was meant for sharing. The real problem came with the gameboy. Sometimes Skip would even have to confiscate it, but then they’d just work together to find where he hid it and play on it with the other person watching

-Speaking of which, their mains for Smash Bros Melee were Mario for James (go figure) and Kirby for Mary (even if he was deemed the worst in Melee but she loved the little guy, she even has a beanbag of him)

-They still play pretty much all of their childhood games, some less than others. Mary mainly plays Animal Crossing now and James mostly plays Pokémon (he even has Pokémon Go). One time Mary nagged James to get Animal Crossing so then they could play together online. Their islands are very different, Mary’s looking all aesthetic and colorful while James had 2 Godzilla statues set up as if they were on a date

-Despite how petty they can be towards each other, there are a lot of things they admire about each other. Mary admires James’ strength, not just physically, but also in how he stands his ground and is the classic “man with the plan” who was silly yet clever. James admires her selflessness. She always looked after James and others and always seemed to light up the room with her presence and make everything feel as if it was gonna be okay

[diablohead]

Castlevania Circle of the Moon - Gameboy Color (2022) Learning GBstudio but this time in colour!

A few months had passed since Jelly Bun was complete, feedback from that little project was great and I was happy that people enjoyed my work but at this point I wanted to learn more about what could be done on the gameboy, I started again with another idea I had rolling around my head for weeks and that was to recreate Circle of the Moon.

I felt it was possible at least as a basic level to feel similar to the GBA original so I went ahead and gave it a go.

COTM was a huge challenge mostly for making it feel correct, if Jelly Bun taught me about basic platforming then COTM taught me about how I should be handling attacking and taking damage while figuring out how the gameboy can do all that without slowing to a crawl.

This time around I also enabled GameBoy Color support in GBStudio, this allows both colour usage within the spec of the GBC but you gain some extra cpu power from the hardware improvements.

My goal was to remake the catacomb's beginning area as close I could.

The project grew a little larger over time with added rooms to explore so playing from start to end give you a few minutes of fun instead of a looping tech demo room, I also asked a good friend to remake the awake theme for the gameboy music chip to add to the authenic feeling of playing COTM downscaled to a GBC.

Shortly after the project was complete there was a GBStudio 3.1 update that added some new features and improvements whch sadly COTM does not use and is more of a show case for what the base 3.0 could do at the time.

Another reason for wanting to remake a game like COTM was due to interest in new game project I was approached to work on, you could say that this is the beginning of what's to come in 2023.

Castlevania Circle of the Moon GBC can be played over on itch.io in your browser or downloaded to play on real GameBoy Color hardware.

[pokegifstudios]

Heya, folks! Welcome to the first in a series of tutorials I'll be making for gifs. Please note that I do not claim to be a professional, or even good at these--I'd just like to share my experience and process with you, so hopefully you can go forth and create whatever your heart desires!

If you'd like to learn how to make gifs straight from the Pokemon games using Adobe Photoshop, take a look under the cut!

PLEASE READ FIRST! First of all, I would like to note that I am using Adobe Photoshop 2020 as my image editing program. I've used CS5 and CS6 before, but unfortunately I don't have any experience with other programs. There may be similar ones to create the same kind of image!

Secondly, I am using an emulator at the time. The specific emulator I use in this tutorial is DeSmuME, linked here. However, the same process applies to GameBoy Advance and GameBoy (Color) games with the VBA emulator, linked here!

Lastly, I will not be linking any ROMs at the time. You can do some careful Googling and find some, though. ;)

Alright, let's get on with the tutorial!

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Have your ROM loaded up and at the point where you'd like to make a gif out of. For the sake of this tutorial, I will be playing Pokemon White 2, making a gif out of the Mareep that run around in Floccesy Ranch! The easiest way to start the process of this is to PAUSE your emulation at the point you would like your gif to start.

Excellent! Now, this is up to you, but to cut down on some editing, I like to make a mental note of where things started, especially if this is a looping gif (one that just goes on forever seamlessly). For this tutorial, I've made a note of the Mareep positions!

In the emulator, you'll want to go to File > Record AVI. You can choose wherever you'd like to save this recording. The recordings are generally smaller in size. Just save it to the easiest place you'll have access to.

You'll also get a popup about Video Compression. By default, it will be the full frames, uncompressed. Go ahead and hit 'OK.'

NOTE that your recording will technically not 'start' until you play the emulator again, which makes it great for cutting down on editing later on. I'll go ahead and hit play and record what I'd like.

Once you're satisfied, PAUSE the emulator again. Go to File > Stop AVI.

That's it on that end! Let's head to your image editor and let it work its magic.

Once again, I am using Adobe Photoshop 2020, and will be following the setup there.

You'll want to go to File > Import > Video Frames to Layers...

Navigate to where your AVI recording is, then click to open it.

You'll now get this pop-up window. This is where you can mess around with the settings and how you'd like your gif to look/run. Since we recorded just the bit of the game we'd like to gif, we can go ahead and select From Beginning to End. This will make a gif of the entire video. You CAN do Selected Range Only if you want to tinker with it, but we can also edit the gif later on.

You may also Limit to Every ___ Frames. Once again, this is up to you and how you'd like your gif to look and run. If it's a shorter animation, I typically like to leave this unselected, and Photoshop will import every single frame from the video. This may take some time. If it's a longer gif, go ahead and mess around with the settings. As a tip, I do not personally recommend limiting it to more than two (2) frames. It may end up looking very choppy and not running as smoothly.

Lastly, make sure you already have Make Frame Animation selected. Then hit 'OK!'

So now Photoshop has worked its magic! Technically, you can actually go ahead and export and save the gif from here, and it'll be fine. If that's the case, go ahead and skip 'till the end!

However, if you're not satisfied...

Let's go ahead and mess around with this image. Mostly what I do when I make these kinds of gifs is cropping and resizing, cutting out frames that I don't need, and coloring.

Cropping. Let's go ahead and select the Crop tool to edit our image to how we'd like it to appear. For example, I don't want the bottom screen of the DS to be in this gif, so I'm going to edit it down to just the top screen.

The Crop tool will work differently depending on your image editor. Don't be scared to mess around with it and find something you'd like!

I'm going to go ahead and crop the image to this, so just the top screen is the image.

Yay, it’s all cropped!

Resizing. Actually a very simple step, and not at all necessary, but I personally like it! Let’s go ahead and resize this image so it’s larger. Go ahead and go to Image > Image Size.

I went ahead and resized to 540px width. It should automatically adjust the height as well. If it does NOT, please make sure that Constrain Proportions is selected. In Adobe Photoshop 2020, you’ll be clicking on the little link icon to the left of Width/Height as seen below:

I personally think it’s also important to properly Resample your image. To get a crisp, clear image, much like how the original DS games look when properly enlarged, go ahead and select Nearest Neighbor (hard edges) from the drop down menu.

Go ahead and hit ‘OK.’ And now it’s nicely sized and looking crisp!

Editing. This is all depending on YOU! I’m going to keep it simple for tutorial’s sake. What I’m going to do is go through the frames of the gif down here--

--and make sure it all loops correctly and seamlessly! Delete layers by using the handy Trash button down at the bottom:

You can also select multiple layers by holding Shift and clicking on what you’d like to delete.

You may also change the timing of the gif. You can do this on an individual frame basis, or just change every frame at once. I won’t be doing it for this gif as I like the speed it plays at just fine, but for reference:

The button that I clicked on is the three lines right above Frame #20. Hit Select All Frames, then click on ANY frame’s timing here:

(It’s the arrow pointing DOWN next to the 0.02)

You most likely want to hit ‘Other...’ and set your own delay. The longer it is, the longer the frame will stay on the screen for (if that makes sense). This part is a bit difficult to explain over text, so hopefully I’ve made it clear!

Coloring. Absolutely NOT necessary--Pokemon games look amazing in their original colors, after all! But if you’d like a bit of added flair, you can always add a fun coloring PSD, mess with the Hues and Saturation, etc.

For this tutorial, we are actually going to SKIP the coloring step. If you’d like to see a more in-depth tutorial about it though, please let me know!

Assuming you’ve edited it down to what you’d like, we can now export and save the gif. Unfortunately, saving a gif isn’t very much like saving a still image at all. We’re going to head to File > Export > Save For Web (Legacy).

Next is the tricky part. You will get a pop-up that will look similar to this:

Typically, Pokemon gifs won’t have too many colors, so there shouldn’t be a whole lot of “bad”-looking parts! However, you can mess with the settings to the right in case there is something that you’re not satisfied with. Basically, you can only have so many colors in a gif--256 colors, I believe. (Please correct me on this if I’m wrong!) Because of this, your gif may not look like intended if there’s too many colors. I’m definitely no expert on the science of this, but I notice with brighter and more saturated colors, my gifs can look grainy and not what I want them to look like at all.

These are the settings you want to mess around with. For Pokemon game gifs, I do recommend trying to set the Dither % all the way down--I’ve noticed it helps in some situations. Again, I’m not an expert, nor will I pretend to be, but just try to mess around and see what you can come up with if you’re having any issues!

If everything looks good, there’s one more step before saving. Just double-check that your Looping Options are on ‘Forever’ instead of ‘Once.’ In the bottom right corner, you can change this.

And that’s it! Hit ‘Save’ and name your gif!

That’s really all there is to it, quite honestly! I’m sure there’s more in-depth steps, but this is the simplest way that I can find. If you have any questions, please feel free to ask! My ask box is always open, and I love talking about stuff like this! Have a great day, and happy gif making!

[shipaholic]

Omens Universe, Chapter 11 Part 2

Link to next part at the end.

(From the beginning)

(last part)

(chrono)

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Chapter 11, cont.

Crowley purred upon seeing the Bentley. It was a little obscene, but he didn’t care. He hadn’t had a day off in ten years. Going for a drive was one of Earth’s greatest pleasures, as far as he was concerned,[1] and he’d been sorely neglecting it. He stroked the door lovingly before letting himself in.

“Don’t get anything on the seat,” he told Adam.

“Er,” Adam said, peering through the back window.

Crowley leaned back to wave him inside and saw somebody already sitting in the back seat.

“Hello,” she said.

Crowley’s mouth dropped open. “Who the Hell are you?”

Aziraphale leaned his head in through the passenger door. He blinked at the woman in the back, as if unclear whether Crowley had left her there by accident.

“My name is Anathema Device,” the woman said.

She was wearing a dramatic green coat and prim, thick-rimmed glasses. Despite the Wiccan-ish aesthetic, there was something stern and school-teachery about her. Crowley had the impression he was about to be told off.

“You’re two minutes late,” she said. Ah. There it was.

Adam decided he might as well sit down. He slipped into the back beside Anathema. She smiled at him.

Crowley made a decision there and then. No more tagalongs. Whoever this person was, she could get lost.

Anathema leaned forwards, business-like. “I’m here about the Antichrist.”

Adam looked offended. A lot of the people he’d met today seemed to have spoken to his mother.

“Nope. That’s it. I’m done with this. I’ve already processed everything I’m willing to hear today. Whatever revelations you’ve got, you can keep. I’m content not knowing everything, I don’t need whatever you’re selling. Get out of my car.”

“You’re going to want to hear this.”

“I definitely won’t. Angel, get in.”

Aziraphale got in the passenger seat. He gave Anathema a polite smile. “Hello, my dear.”

“She’s not your dear. She’s a woman who’s broken into my Bentley and spread patchouli everywhere.”

Anathema sighed. “Please. I didn’t break in, it was unlocked.” At least, it wasn’t locked very well.

“I don’t lock it for a reason. Because nobody touches my car.”[2]

“I remember you,” Adam said to Anathema. “You came round the house. You were trying to give us magazines. You talked to the head of security for ages. Most people don’t get that far.”

Anathema brightened. “Um, actually yes. I was trying to speak to you.”

“Oh. I was round the corner on my Gameboy,” Adam said.

Anathema had spent an interminable forty-five minutes keeping the security guard talking, hoping to catch a glimpse of Adam. “...Oh.”

“I read the magazines, though. They were cool.”

“Oh! I’m glad.”

“We’re actually in a hurry, if nobody minds,” Crowley said, to no-one in particular.

Anathema straightened up. “Right. Allow me to explain. I’m here to prevent the End of Days.”

Crowley and Aziraphale exchanged glances.

“Oh, that’s not a real thing,” Adam said, confidently. “That’s just stories an alien told me when I was a kid.”

Anathema looked up, sharply. “An alien? There are aliens in the Book…”

She hefted a much-thumbed, elderly tome onto her lap and flicked through it. Aziraphale’s bibliophilic senses rang a faint bell.

“Yeah, I like books with aliens,” said Adam. “This alien was real, though. Actually, there were lots of them. They kept telling me I was going to grow up and destroy humanity and burn the planet to a crisp. And then Hell would defeat Heaven and blah blah blah. I was a bit worried about it all.” Adam scratched his head, near his gem. Anathema’s eyes zoomed in on it. “But it all makes way more sense now I know it was aliens.”

“Oookay. This is pretty big, actually,” Anathema murmured. She was staring at Adam like a rare specialist who had just made the find of their career. “I wasn’t positive, even after everything… but it’s really you, isn’t it?” Her eyes shone with various emotions. Awe was in the mix. So was fear.

“Nanny was definitely an alien,” Adam said, darkly.

Anathema’s eyes flicked down to the open Book on her lap. They fell onto prophecy 1011, And the devile dide saye: we doe notte have time for alle this nonesense.

“We don’t have time for all this nonsense,” Crowley said.

“I know who you are,” Anathema blurted. “Agnes says you’re going to take the Antichrist away. The family don’t all agree where, there are a few different readings, but the important thing is that you won’t succeed. Listen to me. Armageddon will happen here, at this house.”

Crowley and Aziraphale exchanged tense looks.

“No human prophecies have come anywhere near predicting any of this.” Aziraphale craned his neck, trying to get a glimpse of the Book. “Did you say Agnes, my dear -?”

Crowley didn’t like this. Who cared what a prophecy said? He didn’t need strange women popping up and putting him off before they’d even set out.

“You two are in this whole batch of prophecies. You can set things right if you just listen to me and don’t leave. Your only hope to save the Earth is if you do exactly what I say -”

Crowley snapped his fingers. Anathema vanished.

“Crowley!”

“She was wasting our time. And we haven’t got much of that left.”

Crowley gunned the ignition. The Bentley sputtered to joyous life. He jerked the steering wheel and veered out onto the road. He almost took out a pillar box that mysteriously leapt into the air and settled safely a few feet down.

Aziraphale shook his head. “All her things are in the back seat. What if she needs them?”

“Should have thought of that before she touched my Bentley.”

Crowley took a corner at an alarming speed. He mumbled something about the emotional violation.

“I’ll be very cross if you’ve sent her somewhere bad.”

Crowley waved the concern away. He tore down the street. It had been too long since he’d done ninety in central London.

“Where are we going?” he asked.

Aziraphale finished crossing himself and clutched the roof of the car in the apparent hope that he could jimmy himself in place in the event of a crash.

“My old bookshop, if you would be so kind,” he said.

In the back seat, Adam picked up the Book and flipped through it.

~*~

Newton Pulsifer, Witchfinder Private, perched on the edge of the discoloured sofa belonging to his employer, Sergeant Shadwell. He was just starting on his third hour of daily newspaper clippings when a woman tumbled out of the air and landed on top of him.

There was chaos. There was screaming (mostly from Newt). There was shouting (from Shadwell). There were accusations of foul sorcery and witchcraft (from Shadwell; for once in his life, he was spot on).

Eventually, things calmed down enough that Newt noticed the woman was rather attractive, and that she seemed annoyed but not surprised to have teleported to a first-floor flat in Tower Hamlets.

Her name was, apparently, Anathema Device. Well. Why not. Newt recently learned he had an ancestor called Adultery Pulsifer. He wasn’t about to judge.

Anathema surveyed her new lieutenants in her stand against Armageddon. A cigarette-charred man with an ambiguous regional accent and a scowl that could cut rocks. A nervous young man who was vaguely threatening her with a pair of scissors, but who was obviously likelier to injure himself with them than her. And some kind of “painted strumpet” (not Anathema’s words) across the hall who hadn’t shown up to the proceedings so far, but who they could tag in later if things went badly. Not a promising start. Lieutenants might be too strong a word. Sidekicks, then.

It frustrated her, leaving all her possessions behind in the car. Losing the Book would have devastated her, but Agnes had predicted it, so Anathema was prepared. She had compensated for its loss by memorising the remaining prophecies that seemed relevant.

“OK, guys. Is everything clear so far?”

Shadwell glowered. He held something that was apparently a Thundergun. It slightly resembled a bass trombone. He made no move to shoot her, and she doubted anyone had reloaded it any time in the last century, so his grip on it seemed to be for comfort. Newt had put down the scissors as a gesture of magnanimity.

“I think I’ve followed so far,” Newt said. “The world’s going to end. Um, there’s a boy called Adam Dowling who’s the key to everything, but he’s out of range now and there’s nothing anyone can do about that - er -”

Anathema nodded encouragingly.

“- And our job is to take care of stuff here, and hope that the people with this, er, Adam do their part, because otherwise the Earth is doomed,” he finished. Luckily, he’d passed through the barrier of absurdity and into the vista of calm that lay beyond.

“That’s about it, yeah,” said Anathema.

“So - what should we be doing now?”

“Now we need to stop the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse.”

“Great,” Newt said, weakly.

Anathema nodded, satisfied. It was coming together. She hoped.

It was the two men, or men-shaped-beings, with the Antichrist she worried about. They had to do the next part on their own. And if that went wrong…

She’d known there was no genuine hope of diverting them from their course to escape… wherever they were planning to escape to. But Agnes said she would try to stop them, so she had to try, no matter how vain the attempt. She had hoped to see more evidence that her words were sinking in before the goth one banished her from his equally goth car.

What they did next was out of her hands, so there was no point in worrying. She turned to her new sidekicks. There was work to do.

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[1] Specifically, speeding.

[2] Crowley got pretty far, normally, assuming that no-one would dare break into the Bentley. He was mostly correct. Witches, however, were unimpressed by demons.

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[beatleszeppelin]

Airport- Hippo Campus

Chapter 1

Summary:  Hippo Campus, flying to London, if they can get on the plane. There's old ladies, peeing, anxiety, milkshakes, and hand holding. So buckle up, we have lift off.

Warnings: Anxiety attack, crying, Planes, Gropy old ladies, Drinking, Boner Jokes, Non-Graphic M*sturbation

Word Count: 2.2k

Whistler was in the bathroom, leaving everyone else in the van outside waiting. Nathan had driven over to the house to pick up Zach and Whistler on time, but getting to the airport in a timely fashion was going to be challenging. Jake was already at the airport, he said he had gotten there earlier that morning because he had nothing better to do.

Whistler ran out to the van with his last suitcase in hand, but had to run back up to the door to kiss Demi. Hopping back in the van he yelled "Drive, what are you waiting for?"

"We were waiting for you" Nathan retorts; he's a real piece of work, that Whistler. Nathan turned the radio on to a tape Zach had made, all Sugar Ray, Sum 41, and Smash Mouth.

Zach was quietly eating sun chips in the backseat, holding his backpack as a pillow. Looking out the window, he sat for almost an hour; until they got to the airport.

When they arrived, they had to haul not only luggage, but their instruments as well. Zach had a bag with his favorite bass in it. His 5 stringed bass, the same one he had been using since he was 12. He had a hard time letting anyone else touch it let alone fly across an ocean. Nathan had his guitar in an expensive case, a leather one with a hard interior. Anything to protect his Gretsch. And Whistler was shipping a high hat, a drum head, and was told that the rest were promised to be at a venue.

After they got their luggage checked and went through security, they were set out to find Jake. “He texted me he was going to get breakfast,” Whistler said, checking his phone. He leaned on the conveyor belt that was taking them to the correct gate.

Nathan had a habit of getting lost in thought in crowded places, or empty places for the record. He looked at a little girl, holding a stuffed dog. She clung to it as an only reminder of home. A boy, about seven, was holding his mother’s shirt, as she held more luggage than any of them together were, and she was navigating them to their gate. He envied how calm she looked. He was finding the gate for the boys he was in charge of, and while trying to be prepared for anything that could possibly happen. He was more stressed than he had been while studying for his SATs. 

Zach looked dead. He stared out the giant windows along the corridor that shows the runway outside. Nathan was watching him, but he didn’t know. Zach must be tired, he barely talked on the way here, and had no emotion behind his eyes right now. He still had bed head, and wore a dark blue sweatshirt that looked to be a size too big.

At the end of the travelator, there was a food court of sorts, and a group of chairs at their gate. They got situated in the seats, Nathan and Zach went to find Jake, leaving Whistler to watch their stuff.

“I can try texting him again,” Nathan suggested. “Maybe he’ll tell us which place he got food at this time.”

Zach nodded. “We should get food when we find him” he mumbled.

“Sure.You look tired, rough night?” Nathan said as he put his hand on Zach’s shoulder.

“I kept waking up all night, stayed up past my bedtime writing, and everytime I woke up it took forever to fall back asleep”

“Well, we’ve got a twelve hour flight ahead of us, maybe you can get some sleep on the plane.”

“Maybe.”

Nathan’s phone buzzed in his hand. “Jake said he’s at Cinnabon. We walked past that like a hundred times, how could we have missed him?”

“We started looking at 9:14, now it’s 9:31. We’ve  been looking for seventeen minutes, it's taking us about five minutes to get to the end of this strip. We’ve walked past this 3 times almost 4 times. How could we have possibly looked past him?” Zach said turning them around. 

They circled back to the Cinnabon, and sat down to look for Jake. He’s tall, skinny, probably wearing striped pants or something; how is he this hard to find? They saw a group of older women, old enough to be their mothers, dressed in hawiian shirts and sundresses. Sitting at the table was a 20-something guy in a hawiian shirt, and striped pants.

“Jake!” Nathan yelled, getting his attention. 

“Hey, where have you been I told you where I was forever ago.” he said, turning away from the group of ladies.

“Who are these people?” Zach asked quietly.

“Oh this is Joan, her and her husband are getting their vows renewed for their 35th anniversary. Here’s her sister Margret, Maggie. This is his ex wife Lynn, who hates him…”

“Hey that’s my mom’s name,” Zach said, cutting him off.

“Did you bring some friends to come on the cruise with us?” One of the women said with a heavy Minnesota accent. Another one grabbed Nathan’s butt causing him to take a step back.

“No, these guys are in the band with me. We’re starting a UK tour this week.” Jake said, pushing Zach back to Nathan. 

“Where is your husband?” Zach asked innocently.

All of the surrounding women started laughing, until Joan said “Oh he’s off on his bachelors party, so we’re taking a girls weekend and going on a cruise.” She took a step forward, leaned into Zach, and seducingly said “And maybe pick up a couple boy toys as well.”

Nathan cringed, and Zach’s cheeks and ears turned a cherry shade of red. He was now playing with his hands, and looking down. 

“Jake we’ll be waiting at gate B-14, come meet us when y’all are done with this” Nathan said gesturing.

“No, I’ll come with you. It was nice meeting you ladies, have fun on your trip.” he waved.

As they walked away you could hear “Now look what you’ve done, made more kids uncomfortable again.”

“They were into it”

Zach was still looking down at his feet as they approached where they had left Whistler. “Hey, I’m sorry about that,” Jake said to Zach, putting his very long arm around Zach’s shoulder.

“Sorry to him, that woman just grabbed my fucking butt” Nathan spewed.

“Language” Zach warned.

They got back to the gate where they were to wait for their flight, their bags were there but Whistler was gone. “Fuck! Okay, check and make sure all are bags are here”

Whistler waltzed up, hands in his pockets, and nodded when he saw Jake was with them.

“You were supposed to look after our stuff!” Nathan yelled.

“I thought you were going to get Jake and come back. Not wander around, get lunch, maybe see a movie in your spare time, and then show up.” 

“We had some trouble finding him,” Nathan said. He was normally reasonable about most things, but not after all the stress he had been under all day.

“I had to piss”

“You went right before we left,” Nathan said seriously.

“That was forever ago”

“We left at 8:00, it is now 9:50,” Zach said, checking his watch. “My backpack isn’t here.” Zach sat on the floor in the pile of carry-ons. He sat, holding his knees, chest heaving.

“What was in your backpack, nothing expensive I hope,” Jake asked.

“My notebook, a gameboy to play on the plane, extra glasses… Shit!”

“What?”

“Nothing.” he said defeated, burying his head in his knees.

“Medicine.” Jake said with a look of realization.

Zach looked up at him with big puppy dog eyes. You could tell he didn’t want them to know, and was terribly embarrassed, as the red was back on his cheeks like earlier. He handed  his glasses to Jake and wiped his eyes with his sleeve.

Jake turned his back to Zach, who now looked like the little kid Jake met him as, and he started to talk to Whistler and Nathan. “Zach has anxiety, always has. It’s mostly social anxiety, but it manifests in other ways too. He takes medicine for it, but he must not have yet so it lasted all through the flight. Don’t worry that you didn’t know, it took me five years of knowing him before he told me accidentally.”

“Eh, Zach, you know you can tell us anythi-” Whistler started.

“Dramamine!” Nathan cut off Whistler, and started rummaging through his bag.

“We’re gonna knock him out?” Whistler asked sitting next to Nathan.

“Yes, or no, doesn’t matter. It helps with motion sickness, and anxiety, and as an added bonus you might sleep, seeing as you didn’t much last night.” Nathan said frantically. 

“How do you know all of this?” Jake asked.

“You’ve met my mom right,” Nathan said.

“Hell yeah” Jake said with a wink.

“Stop it, not the time. Never the time,” he said thoroughly disgusted, “Hey Zach, look at me.” He kneeled next to Zach and touched his shoulder. “Hi.”

“Hello”

“We’re gonna go get a drink, maybe some breakfast, because we forgot to do that earlier. And then you can take some meds.”

Nathan held out his hand to help Zach up. Zach grabbed it and didn’t let go. They walked over to a McDonalds that was near, Nathan got Zach a breakfast sandwich and a milkshake, which he crushed some dramamine into and gave to Zach. He drank it. His hands were shaking as he set the cup on the table. He quickly pulled his sleeves over his hands and started picking at the inner seams. 

“Shit!”

“Language” Zach said as he got startled by Nathan’s sudden burst of anger.

“It’s 10:24”

“My pills won’t work in time”

“We need to board the plane in like five minuets.”

“Six”

“Now it’s five”

They threw away the wrappers, and ran to the gate. Whistler and Jake were waiting with all of their bags, waving them to hurry up. They showed their tickets to the lady working the stand, and walked with purpose to get to their seats. Zach’s stomach dropped when he walked on to the passenger boarding bridge, it shook beneath him when he stepped, he felt like he’d fall. He didn’t have a bag to put in his overhead compartment, nor did he have anything to distract him from taking off.

Zach and Whistler were sat next to each other in the middle, and Nathan and Jake were on the side, Nathan had the window seat.

Zach started to panic. His seatbelt made it hard to breathe, his sweater felt tight around his neck, he felt his heart beat, it made his chest bounce. He shut his eyes and tried to not think, he tried to think of something else, somewhere else, but all he could think of was falling.

“Hey Jake shouldn’t you be the one afraid of flying, I mean heights and all?” Whistler asked across an old lady that had an aisle seat.

“No, can’t fall out of a plane.”

“Planes crash,” Whistler argued.

“Please stop, that kid looks like he’s about to have a heart attack, and I should know that’s what my second husband died of. Right on top of me” the old lady said interjecting.

They looked over at Zach, whose eyes were shut tight, and his glasses were laying on his lap. You couldn’t see his eyes, but you could tell his face was puffy, and red. He violently wiped his eyes with his sleeves, and rubbed his nose hard. Both of his legs were shaking, and he focused hard on breathing; in and out.

“Hey… Bud. You are good.” Whistler said, patting Zach’s knee. “You know panic attacks can only last two hours at a time, before your body gives out due to exhaustion.”

“Stop you're scaring him.”

“I don’t think I can scare him more than he already is.”

“Switch with me” Jake offered a very uncomfortable Whistler. Jake shimmied across the old lady, and apologised for his butt being in her face.

“Oh don’t worry dear, it’s the most action I’ve had in years.” She winked.

Whistler was now next to Nathan, and Jake had room to calm Zach down. 

“Wow, you’re really not a warm and fuzzy type of person are you?” Nathan asked

“Dogs love me,” he said with a shrug.

“Hey Zach, what games were you gonna play?” 

“Mario”

“Once we get back home I’m totally gonna kick your ass at smash bros.”

“Language,” said Zach and the old lady at the same time.

“I can’t do this,” Zach whimpered.

“Do what, you’ll fall asleep in less than an hour, then who will I talk too?”

“Oh I can keep you company sweetheart,” said Jakes new favorite old lady. (Watch out Nanna)

The plane shook a little and then the stewardess came out and told everyone to put on their seatbelts, and turn devices off. Jake grabbed Zach’s hand, ignoring the wetness of his sleeve, that was covered in snot and tears. The plane started to turn upwards, and everyone's ears popped. Zach still had not opened his eyes, his head was pressed into the back of the seat, and he was holding hands with Jake. In less than 20 minutes, Zach was nestled against Jake, asleep. Jake was talking to Agnes, and Whistler and Nathan were sharing earbuds watching old disney movies.

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #230

“this is where i wanna grow old, so i’m just praying i don’t make parole.”

Has a movie ever made you cry? Yeup. Do you smile open-mouthed or closed-mouthed? Usually open. I look higher with my mouth closed, lol. What gaming systems do you own? A PS2, Wii, gaming laptop, DS Lite, and a GameBoy Advance. Do you know anyone else with your last name other than family? Not off the top of my head. Is your favorite band still together? Yeah. Any movies your looking forward to seeing? I want to see both Joker and IT: Chapter II. Where do you see most of your concerts? Only been to one, which was in Raleigh. Have you ever had escargot? No, I NEVER will. Do you like chocolate popsicles? Hell yeah. Do you save seats for your friends in class? I don't have real friends at college yet, just like a couple acquaintances. Back in high school and younger, I did occasionally with my purse or something. Depended on where we were. How many people do you know with red hair? I don't care enough to count, honestly. Three off the very top of my head. Have you ever wondered what you look like when you’re sleeping? Yeah. Are your parents proud of you? I mean they say so, but I doubt it a lot. Would you ever be your schools mascot who wears that costume? NO. Those sound so gross and hot. Have you ever had a pet fish? Multiple. What age did you start staying home alone? Idr. Would you rather see the Great Wall of China or Big Ben? Big Ben appeals to me more, but the Great Wall would probably impress me more. Can you do a handstand? Nope. What’s a brand of shoe you like, but wouldn’t buy a pair? I like studded and spiked high heels like, A LOT. Are you reading any books right now? Not currently. Sara sent me the first Wings of Fire book because I'm interested in reading it, I just normally read at school when I have no work to do, and for a looooong while now I have always been busy doing schoolwork while I wait in the library for Mom to finish her classes. Any plans for tomorrow? No. Who did you last take a picture with? My kitty. How do you like your chicken? Breaded, typically. Like as nuggets and such. What’s your favorite fast food restaurant? Sonic. What song are you listening to? I've been binging the "I Don't Wanna Be Free" song from AHWM since it came out man. It's not even biased, Mark's voice has just gotten so fucking GOOD and I'm so proud and in love- Do you have any bruises? No. What’s the last thing you googled? How to make a rounded border of a square in Photoshop bc I forgot while making stuff for Sara. How often do you use a real dictionary? Never. They're pretty much obsolete. When you were little did your mom ever sing to you? Yeah. What’s the reason you last laughed really hard? Um idr. Who do you sit with at lunch? I don't go to the school cafe, so. How long have your parents been together? They were together like... I wanna say 18 years? Somewhere around 20. What’s your favorite kind of Gatorade? EW none. Out of all your friends, whose house have you stayed at the most? I really don't have any current friends whose houses I've gone to. So Sara, if you count her. Who is one person you couldn’t imagine life without? My mom. The idea of her dying is fucking terrifying beyond possible words for me. What’s your favorite Disney movie? The Lion King. Are you camera shy? Yes bc I hate my body. Just let me be behind it. Are you politically correct? It really depends on what the subject is. We've become too politically "correct" if you ask me. I'd honestly say I'm mostly not. Eh, idk. Again, it depends. Speaking of politics, do they tend to overexcite you? Quite the opposite, they bore the hell out of me. Are your parents Democratic, Republican, or neither? I'm quite sure Dad is a Republican, but I'm really not sure; Mom, meanwhile, I think she leans more towards Democrat, but fits the "Independent" title well. My stepmother is ANNOYINGLY far-right. I almost regret adding her on FB. What’s the worst household chore? When you don't have a dishwasher, hand-washing dishes. I fucking hate it. Do you get along better with boys or girls, and why? I only say girls because I'm afraid of men. I can befriend a man perfectly fine, just I am going to be VERY paranoid and anxious in the early stages of knowing him. Do you love dreaming? Honestly, I'd almost prefer not to dream, I think. I barely remember mine anyways, and I like the feeling of waking up after a DEEP sleep. Maaaany of my dreams/nightmares involve Jason anyway, so I'd just rather not deal with 'em. Do you have any conditions that you need medication for? I refuse to come off my bipolarity medications. They're the reason I'm not a suicidal tragedy anymore. I could survive without my anxiety meds, but I'd sure prefer not to. What’s a recurring theme in dreams? (I often dream about rollercoasters.) Most of my nightmares/terrors involve me getting into an altercation of some sort, and I'm always unable to defend myself. Should everybody have affordable health insurance? Fuck yes they should. You shouldn't have to go fucking bankrupt to stay alive, goddamn. This subject gets me heated as hell. Creation or evolution? Evolution. Do you have terrible memory? My memory is so incredibly bad I've had borderline anxiety attacks that I have early-onset dementia lmfao. What do you think is the most peaceful religion? I'm not knowledgeable enough on this, but off the top of my head, Buddhism? If you’re feeling frightened, what thoughts tend to comfort you? I am such a baby. It helps me in a lot of situations if my mom is with me. What year were you born in? 1996. What is the best decade for music? '80s, maybe. Or 2000s. Are you prejudiced against anybody? (Other races, gays, etc.) No. Are you a licensed driver? No, but I have my permit. I'm too scared and inexperienced to get my license because I'm too hesitant to drive enough. Do you have any regrets? Yeah. Is there anything you wish you could say to someone right now? I'm going to wish I could tell Jason I'm sorry 'til the day I die, probably. There's things I wanna tell Megan, Hannia... a few people. What time do you normally wake up? If I don't have my 8 AM class, it can range from like, 6-9 AM. Is there anyone not in life anymore, that you wish still was? Plenty of people. What’s your favorite type of bird? Barn owls. How many friends do you have on Facebook? 112. Have you ever gotten back together with an ex? No. How far away is the closest store to your house and what is it? Uhhhh. The actual town-town I live in is like three minutes away or so, so there's a large amount. I guess the closest is... a dollar store, probably? When was the last time you made out with somebody? A long time ago. What TV show(s) have you been watching currently? None. How many apps do you have on your phone? Just six, but I can't even update one because my phone has such little memory. What pet names do you use with your significant other? Besides the normal ones like "hunny" and stuff, "pretty woman" and then (THEY'RE JOKES/REFERENCES OK) "Bubblebutt" and "Candyass" lmfao. Do you have to wear a name badge where you work? N/A Do you have a dress code or have to wear a uniform where you work? N/A Have you ever dated a smoker? If not, would you? For less than a day. I wouldn't date one now, no. What is your mother’s first name? Donna. Do you share a middle name with any of your siblings? More like I share it with every white female on Earth. Have there ever been any bushfires/wildfires in your area? Small ones. How would you label your sexual orientation? Bisexual. Have you ever been a member in a band? No. What’s your favorite kind of accent? English. Do you have separate emails for personal and business? No. Well, I have a separate school email. Have you ever missed a flight? Yes. None of us anticipated the airport would take so long. Are you someone who always needs a coffee before you can function? No. Have you ever seen a lunar eclipse? Yes!! Do you know your significant other’s passwords? No, and I don't need to. I have a respect for privacy. What’s your favorite type of salad? Just lettuce with dressing, really. Cucumbers in there is okay, though. Lobster dip or crab dip? Ew. Do you shop at Goodwill? No. Do you make grocery lists? I don't do the grocery shopping, so. When is your next doctor’s appointment? I see my psychiatrist uhhh next week I think, then my main doctor is referring me to a dietitian per my request as of a couple days ago. Do you own a pair of feather earrings? No. Elephants or lions? Visually, lions, but as animals themselves, elephants. What color do you want to dye your hair next? Silver. Do you decorate for Easter? Not anymore, really. We don't decorate for almost anything at this point. Do you have a car? I don't have a license, so why even. Are you the same size you were ten years ago? Bitch I fuckin WISH. Do people mistake you for a teenager? No. Do you know what you want to do for your next birthday? Get a tattoo and have that gd heavenly drink Sara's dad made me once that Changed My Life. Do you know anyone who’s started a business and been successful? I have an old real photographer friend. Strawberry or watermelon? Strawberries. I'm actually not a big fan of watermelon; it's typically too bland to me. If it's sweet, then hell yeah. What new hobby are you thinking of starting? What's a "hobby." Were you ever a team captain of anything? No. Something I find boring is… TV, usually. If I could give my mother an award it would be for… Her dedication and hard work that's probably unmatched. The most memorable costume I’ve worn is… Idr. My personal hero is… Mark. M-A-R-K. Mark. Markiplier. Fischfuck. Have you heard of Mark Fischbach? An author whose work changed my life is… None. Are you happy with yourself on the outside? (explain) No, but just because I'm overweight. Otherwise, I guess I'd be. Are you happy with yourself on the inside? (explain) Mostly, at least. There're things I hate, things I want to change, all that. Do you take responsibility for your actions? Yes. Do you treat yourself well? Eh. Is there something nobody knows about you (& what)? Yeah, and I'd prefer for it to stay that way. If in a relationship, do you feel you could "do better"? No. Feel like I don't deserve her half the time. Do you have any mental disorders? lol Have you ever stolen from a friend or family member? Wow, no. Money or love? Love. Have you done anything to make someone dislike you (& what)? Not on purpose. Multiple things. Mostly making ridiculous opinions I've had in the past known. Would/did you cheat on someone for revenge? Or if they wouldn’t find out? No and no. Would you rather be remembered for something bad or forgotten? Forgotten. Do you boss around your friends, or give in to what they want to do? The latter by far. Do you donate or volunteer as much as you could? I don't have money to donate. I don't have transportation or time for volunteering. Do you believe in a god (& why or why not)? Yeah, 'cuz the Big Bang Theory just doesn't make sense to me. Compacted nothing exploding into everything. But by this point in my life, I really don't care if there is or isn't. Are you spoiled? No. How do you ease anxiety? Deep breathing, music, talking to Mom or Sara... Do you avoid physically unattractive people, even before knowing them? Oh my god. Does your family have a secret? No. If single, would you knowingly be who someone cheats on someone else with? NO. NO. THE GUILT WOULD BE FUCKING ASTRONOMICAL. Choose one living person you’d like to meet. hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm oh y'know I don't have a clue it's not like I love one (1) male homosapien- Are you over-protective of anyone? Maybe Sara. I'm not sure if it reaches the "over" level. What do you think of the name Xiomara (zeo-marah)? Cool as hell, man. Who did you receive your latest notification from? On Facebook? Uhhhhh *checks* my childhood babysitter liked something. How do you know the last person you were in a car with? I came out of her lmao so I mean- Do you support PETA? They are WAY too extreme. Do you honestly hate anyone? My old doctor that fucking destroyed my body. Do you go to church? No. Have you ever been depressed? I've had chronic depression since the 7th grade, so- Or are you a generally happy person? I'm usually just content. Do you think you are a good friend? Yeah. Usually. What is your usual username on sites? "Ozzkat" (rarely with a "0" if it's somehow taken) almost everywhere. Celeb crush? HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM Non celeb crush? My girlfriend. /v\ Bad habit you are trying to fix? Procrastinating on homework las;djfa;weiraweawer Would you rather go to school or have a job? I'd rather have a goddamn job that I can actually do and enjoy. What is your major? Organismal biology. Favorite cookie? Chocolate chip. Favorite flavor? Strawberry, chocolate... depends on what we're talkin' about. Candles or incense? INCENSE. Would you ever have an abortion? Probably if I was raped. Idk. What do you want for your birthday from your bf or gf? It'd be amazing if she could be here. Favorite flavor of milk? Chocolate. Something you like to do alone? Watch YouTube, draw, write. Something you like doing with friends? Vidya games, go out to see a movie or bowl or something, just hang out and chat. Thick or thin blanket? T H I C C Do you walk around barefoot in your house? Who wears shoes in their house????? tf??????????? u ok?????????????? Do you have a ring on your ring finger? No. Do you know how to type home row? Yeah, that's how I type.