#my copy & paste men make them go through hell

[amyispxnk]

Mi Niña Hermosa

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Summary - Javier gets you pregnant, but then he gets scared, leaving you to raise your little girl all alone. One day, he sees you working at a brothel to try and make ends meet, and realises what he needs to do.

A/N: for this ask! i hope you like it pookie<3 also please excuse any bad spanish! i tried my best with it but it might not be 100% accurate.

Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader

Word count: 2k

Warnings: mentions of sex work and sex, violence, language, pregnancy/children, arguing, brief suicidal ideation, hurt+comfort, angst, men being men

DO NOT COPY THIS FIC IN ANY WAY PLS AND TY.

“Shh, shh, Carmen, mi amor. Está bien,” you plead with your baby daughter. She’s been up for the past hour because of yet another explosion a few blocks away. You think it was a car bomb this time, but does it really matter? All you know for sure is that Carmen is not going to let you sleep through the night because of it.

She’s almost 12 months old now, which means it's been almost 2 years since you last saw Javi. You hate yourself for it, but sometimes you look at your little girl and feel bitter. It’s not her fault, but she was the reason that Javi finally said goodbye to you.

You both knew it was a long time coming, but when you showed him a positive pregnancy test that night, you yelled at each other until your throats were raw and all your tears had been cried, before he slammed the door in your face and left you there. It was the final time you saw him.

Because of Carmen’s deadbeat father, you ended up in a brothel. It was one of the hardest decisions of your life, but you knew you had to do it for her.

“¡Muy bien chicas, salgan y ganen algo de dinero!” You want to jump out of this building, is your first thought. Crash all the way to the floor and forfeit this terrible life you’ve been ‘blessed with’. But you can’t. So you hold your head high, plaster on a smile, and walk out into the lobby of the brothel.

Your smile drops when you see him.

Of all the fucking brothels to go to, he chooses this one? The one you just so happened to start working at a week prior? That tenth-storey window looks even more tempting right now, especially when he locks eyes with you.

He’s with a man, blonde hair, blue eyes. You think that man’s name is Steve Murphy. Yes, you’ve seen them on the news. Who the fuck hasn’t? It just makes you even more frustrated. He left you and Carmen behind so that he could hunt down Pablo Escobar. He abandoned the two of you for fame.

Javi’s eyes dart back and forth between you and Steve, before he starts making his way towards you.

Hell to the fucking no. You turn on your heel and almost drag a man you noticed was ogling you for the past 5 minutes into one of the rooms, letting the curtains close behind you, separating you from Javi.

The time you share with that man is no different than any of the other men you’ve been with, all uncomfortable and gross for you, mind-blowingly good for him.

Sometimes you still think of Javi when you feel a man on top of you. He was the best you had, after all.

Outside, Javi curses loudly, drawing the eye of a few people and his partner.

“What the fuck was that, Javi? We’re here to question the girl, not chase after this random. Your dry spell that bad?” Steve laughs, clapping him on the back. Javi quickly shrugs him off, jaw clenched and gaze hollow.

“I know her.” He mutters. Yes, he knows you. He knows every part of you. Your smile, which he only saw on a rare occasion. Your eyes, which could always pierce him, see straight through his soul and see the worst parts of him. Your body, which you now sell because of him.

Steve is still yapping on about something or other whilst the storm inside of Javi swirls, growing and growing. You’re behind that curtain, selling your body. He knows why you’re doing it too, and it makes him feel even worse. He feels like he’s about to pass out as it all hits him at once.

What a piece of shit he’s been.

You don’t deserve this life. You deserve to be happy, supported and protected by someone, anyone who can help you. Not Javi though. He’s not fit to be a father. After what he’s seen, what he’s done, he could never care for something as precious as your baby.

But he knows what men are like. Knows that, somehow, he’s one of the better men in this country. It’s not a high bar to pass, this he knows too, but he figures that it must be why you have to work here to provide for yourself and his child. Fuck. He doesn’t even know the gender, the name. He wasn’t there for you at all, and he should have been.

It feels like there’s no going back though. How could he ever apologise enough or make it up to you? What he’s done is irreversible. Just from the way you reacted when you saw him now, it feels like it’ll be impossible to try to apologise to you.

He thinks of his father, his mother. How disappointed would they be? They probably already were, but with this? Abandoning a girl with a child he gave her?

They would surely disown him.

He feels like he’s been ungrateful too. After being raised by two loving and caring parents, how could he leave his own child without one? And with a life like this?

He runs a hand down his face, telling Steve to shut up. A loud shout from the man behind the curtain, surely finishing without giving you a moment of pleasure. He knows what you sound like when the sex is good. You barely made a peep in these past 5 minutes.

The man walks out, commenting on ‘how good that slut was’ as he walks past Javi and Steve, and it takes everything in him not to punch him square in the face there and then.

“I need to talk to her, Steve. 5 minutes.” Javi decides suddenly. He can’t let this go on.

“You better not be fucking on the job, Javi.”

He grunts in response, entering the room and letting the curtains slide closed behind him.

The entire world goes still, silent just for the two of you. Almost 2 years have gone by, and this is how you meet. The shame almost swallows him whole.

“I’m so sorry.” He says, before you can even register what’s happening, because he knows you’ll be ready to kick and scream to get him away from you when you do.

Unsurprisingly, your eyes well with tears, and your face twists into one of disgust.

“Why the fuck are you here.” You spit, holding your robe tighter around yourself.

“We were here for a job, and-”

“Do you think I actually care? You fucked off two years ago, I don’t want to see you back here now. Whatever it is you want, I don’t care.” You interrupt. Yes, this was going to be as difficult as he thought.

“Baby, please just-”

“Don’t fucking call me that! You don’t get to call me that!” You shout. He’s on borrowed time before somebody comes and escorts him out of here.

“Just listen to me, please. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” He pleads, desperate for you to listen. He doesn’t know how to get his message across to you.

Your tears burst forth, fat droplets cascading down your skin as you turn away from him.

“Go away, Javier. I don’t want to see your face ever again. I see it in her everyday and it already haunts me enough.”

His baby is a girl.

“I’m here to talk about her. I… I want to help. I’m so sorry for leaving. I got scared. I thought- I wasn’t ready to take care of something as precious as a baby… I thought you would get hurt if it was discovered that a DEA agent like myself had a child.”

“Yeah. Agente de la DEA, Javier fucking Peña,” you scoff, “who abandoned his child in pursuit of fame. To catch a bad guy. Some fucking hero you think you are.”

He can’t get angry with you. He won’t. However wrong you are about what you just said. He won’t do it.

“I don’t want fame.” He grits out. How much of an asshole is he that you thought he would leave you for fame? “I’m trying to help this country. It was dangerous enough for me to see you regularly, you know this. If I was seen with a woman and a child, they wouldn’t waste a second trying to kill you both. I couldn’t let that happen to you. I care about you. Please understand, baby.” He begs you again, hand carefully reaching for your shoulder and turning you to face him. You’re still sniffling, silent tears falling down your cheeks as you refuse to meet his gaze.

“Mírame.” He whispers, cupping your jaw and tilting your head up so he can see your eyes.

“Please, I’m sorry.” He says. He’ll say it thousands, millions of times, it still won’t be enough, but he can see that you’re starting to understand.

“It’s been 2 years. I had to be pregnant and raise her all by myself. Not once did you check on me.”

“I was scared. I was being a coward, I know. I… I won’t be surprised if you tell me to leave again, but let me help pay for her. I don’t want you working here. It’s dangerous.” He murmurs, eyes shining with emotion as he looks into yours.

You shake your head, and he gets ready to argue about it, but you pull him closer, squeezing the air out of him and shaking with sobs again.

“I’ve needed you for so long. I- I don’t know how I managed this long. I need you, Javi.” You choke out, his heart shattering with every word until it’s laid out on the floor for you.

“I know. I’m sorry, baby, I’m so sorry.” He soothes, running his hand through your hair.

Over the next month, he helps you leave the brothel, gives you some money to get on your feet. You still live apart, despite his protests that you’d be safer living with him, you’re not ready yet.

Today you figure will be the decider of that. He’s going to meet Carmen.

You rub your eyes as the morning sun hits you, rousing you from your sleep. The clock reads 9:37. Just over 20 minutes until your daughter finally meets her father.

The 20 minutes are spent waking and feeding her, before a knock on the door stops you.

You exhale shakily and walk to the door, opening it slowly.

“Hola, Javi.” You say softly. He greets you, equally timid. You notice he’s holding a little teddy bear in his hands, almost making you laugh at how it looks being held by this big brooding man, but you just shake your head.

“Come and meet her.” You murmur, opening the door further so he can step inside.

There, messing around on your bed, is the most beautiful little girl he’s ever seen. He can definitely see his features on her face. The lips, the eyes. She got your nose, thankfully he thinks, and her hair is a unique blend of yours and Javi’s.

“She’s so beautiful.” He whispers, and you just nod, still unsure of your feelings for him right now.

“Carmen, baby, say hello.” You coo, picking her up and bringing her over to Javi. He’s quiet, scared, as always. But then she babbles at him, clapping her hands together and trying to reach for him. The teddy. He almost forgot about it.

“Hola pequeña, soy tu papá. ¿Quieres el peluche?” He says softly, waving it around a bit before handing it to her and letting her play. You and Javi talk for a bit while she sits on the bed, but then something happens. She gets tired, which is normal around 2pm, but instead of crawling to you, she goes to Javi. Carmen wraps her little fingers around one of his larger ones, curling up in his lap. The two of you still, and it shocks you to see tears appearing in his eyes as he strokes her hair, letting her sleep on him.

You decide to move in with him that night, realising that you don’t want him to be away from you and Carmen ever again.

TYSM for reading, I hope you enjoyed! Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated! 💞

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Alpha 17 (Legends) - Rex (2008 TCW) - Ordo Skirata (RCs) - Commander Fox (2008 TCW) - Fordo (2003 TCW)

Honorable mentions: Commander Appo (Legends), Alpha-02 Spar (RCs/Legends), Fi Skirata (RCs), Mereel Skirata (RCs) and Sev (RCs)

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Remembrance of Things Past: Final Part

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.5k

Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill, fearing for your life

Summary: Someone leaves an unmarked package by your door that sends you into a spiral of fear. Meanwhile, the team joins forces with Virginia police on a case Rossi was on decades earlier, one that he will have to go back into in order to figure out the one that's staring at him in the face.

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Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there are any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them.

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The detective pulls up the email he got on the big computer and plays the message his daughter left for him before she died.

"Mom, Dad, this is Heather. When you get this message, I'll probably be dead. Tomorrow you're going to find me," she starts crying, "and when you do, please know that I... I enjoyed it."

"I enjoyed it. That's his signature. It's him," Rossi says.

"Agent Rossi, I need to give the press a statement."

"Not yet."

"It's already leaked out that this is the Butcher and his son."

"Fix your faucet and tell your men to be quiet," Rossi glares.

"Look, people are scared. This guy has spent a decade terrorizing this area—"

"You think I don't know that?" Rossi cuts him off.

The Detective sighs and leaves the room to do what Rossi told him to do.

"We need to figure out why he's back, like BTK or the Grim Sleeper. Let's go over victimology one more time," Hotch says.

"He kills blondes who are living on their own. He takes them from public places with some form of ruse. He's reenacting his last kill for what reason?"

"Maybe there's something symbolic about the last kill. Let's hear her call again."

"Maybe we should take a look at the victims that didn't call anybody. There were thirteen recording messages and five documented conversations with loved ones," Spencer suggests. "There were twenty kills. Two victims didn't call anyone."

"I just assumed those victims couldn't reach anyone," Rossi frowns.

"Let's pull the files of the victims that didn't leave a message. Reid might be onto something."

It doesn't take long for Penelope to pull all the files from the archives before sending them over. Detective Green has hard copies that the previous officers left behind, and he brings those boxes in for everyone to look through as well.

"So, Sylvia was the Butcher's first kill. Karen was his eighth. Why weren't they forced to make phone calls?"

"Sylvia was his first kill. He was building up his confidence. Then, he thinks to himself, how can I hurt the most people? I'll have them make calls."

"Six women after that made the phone calls. Why did he stop at Karen?" Hotch looks at the desk phone that is still connected to Penelope. "Garcia, what are Karen's parents' names?"

"George and Claire Bachner died in a car accident when Karen was nineteen."

"My notes say Karen had a husband named Lee Mullens," Rossi says. "He didn't receive a call. When I interviewed him at the station, he said he didn't have an answering machine."

"Do they have a child?"

"Negative," Penelope answers.

"Wait a minute. They had a son. I wrote it down." Rossi flips through his own notes. "Colby."

"Garcia, run Karen's maiden name. Bachner."

It doesn't take her even a minute to pull up the information.

"Oh! There it is! Karen had a son, Colby Bachner, born at Johnson Memorial in Bristol, Virginia."

"Was the father there to sign the birth certificate?" Hotch asks.

"Yes. His name was... Lee Mullens. Oh. Karen had Colby two years before she and Lee were married."

"Are the father or son still in the area?"

"Yeah. Lee and Colby live at 1844 Shadow Wood Lane which is six miles from where the victims were dumped."

"So, maybe Karen never made a phone call because the most important person in her life was already in the room with her--her son," you theorize.

"Oh, hell no. They're licensed electricians," Penelope gasps.

"Let's go."

You leave the police station and head to the Butcher's house where it's unusually quiet. Derek and Emily head around back with some officers where an RV sits, and you approach the front of the house with Rossi. You look at the attic window and narrow your eyes in suspicion. You tap Rossi's shoulders and point to the window with a nod. He understands that you're saying that someone is up there whether that be the Butcher himself or his son.

You follow Hotch and Rossi inside the house with officers right behind you. You come around the corner and see someone standing on the stairs holding a picture in his hands. He's an older gentleman and looks harmless but you can feel twenty victims' energies all over the man. This is the Butcher.

"FBI. Don't move," Hotch says.

"Put your hands in the air!"

"What are you doing here?" Lee asks. "Why are you here? My son isn't here."

"You're under arrest for the murders of Chloe Moore, Reilly Gold, and Sylvia Marks," Rossi glares and moves closer to Lee.

"I don't know them. Please, I need to call someone."

"You can call from the station."

"Rossi, wait," you say.

Right as Rossi touches the bottom stair, the older man looks down nervously at his pelvis. Wetness spreads from the middle of his pants toward the ground. He's peeing himself. This man... something isn't right. You can't bring him in when he's like this so Rossi opts to keep him in the living room after getting him a fresh change of pants to wear. The rest of the team searches the house but his son isn't there.

The only thing that will incriminate them is a shallow grave in the front of the house with a woman's body in it. Whoever dug it didn't care about keeping her well hidden. He just wanted her out of sight. The thing that Rossi was hoping for was Lee's twenty victims being here but besides the woman in the front lawn, no other person has been here in a long time.

When they've killed, they did it somewhere else.

"We checked the house. There's no torture chamber and no son. There's a fresh grave in the backyard, and Colby left a note saying he was going to find a prize," Emily says.

"Garcia, check Mullens' records and see if he owns any other property. Check under the son's name, employment records, and anything else you can find," Hotch says to her over the phone.

"Got it."

"Guys. I think I found something," Spencer says from the kitchen.

"Morgan, let's get all the police cars out of the neighborhood in case the son comes back."

Derek leaves and you walk to the kitchen with Hotch and Rossi.

"Everything in the house is labeled. I found Donepezil and flashcards in the medicine cabinet."

"Donepezil? Doesn't that treat Alzheimer's?"

"It's a cholinesterase inhibitor. It improves acetylcholine either by increasing levels in the brain or enhancing nerve cells' response to it."

"So, this guy gets to forget while the family has to live with this forever?" Rossi asks and scoffs.

"Alzheimer's affects short-term memory before it affects long-term. That explains the scripted phone calls and the dump sites."

"It also explains why he started up again," you say. "He's repeating his last kill because he can't remember it. He's killed for over ten years. He probably remembers the earliest victims."

Derek walks back into the kitchen.

"What did you find?"

"He's got slides of all the prior abduction sites."

"Do you want me to go in with you?" Hotch asks Rossi.

"I've got this."

Rossi walks into the living room while you stand in the archway and watch them.

"We met twenty years ago. Do you remember that, Mullens? You played the grieving husband. I was a young FBI Agent." Rossi shows him pictures of his earlier victims. "Do you remember these women?"

"I don't know them."

"Of course, you do. You wouldn't have forgotten them yet. Tell me, where is your son? Where is he taking your next victim? To a friend's place? To an abandoned house?"

"I rewired this house."

"Did he help you with that? Or did you do that on your own? Like you did... all of these?"

Rossi takes out some more pictures and places them on the table.

"Are those your trophies?" Lee asks.

"What do you know about trophies?"

"I like trophies. It proves you won something."

"You're not gonna win today," Rossi glares.

"I'm scared."

"You don't have a right to be scared. Those women were scared. Now, where's your son?" Lee doesn't answer. "It must be hard to lose your mind. You start forgetting how to feed yourself. Soon you're stinking up your pants and wearing diapers."

"I ain't wearing no diaper," Lee growls.

"You peed into your boxers ten minutes ago. You need them now. So, how did you get your son to do all this? Did you get him to help you to kill your wife?"

"Karen left us."

"No, that's what you convinced him. You killed her when she figured you out. You took her to a chamber, the same place you took Heather Langley, Kara Kirkland, and Sylvia Marks."

"Sylvia's a pretty name," Lee chuckles.

"She graduated from Georgetown. She wanted to be a chemist, but you burned her so bad that her family couldn't recognize her. How did you do that? Did you use a fire poker or a curling iron? Something you made? Something you bought?"

"When she saw the Lexwell, her eyes went so wide, she scared me half to death," Lee smiles at the memory.

"Find out what that is," Hotch says to the team having heard the same thing you did.

You step off to the side and call Penelope.

"Hey, are you okay?"

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?"

"I heard what happened this morning."

"Oh, yeah, that. We'll talk about it later, okay? Listen, I need something. What can you tell me about the name Lexwell?"

"Lexwell is a camera manufacturer based out of New York. They've been around since the forties."

You walk to the team who are huddled together and put Penelope on speakerphone.

"Have they always produced photography equipment?"

"Back in the day, they made electroshock therapy equipment."

"That's the unknown object penetrating our victims," you say.

"Garcia, what mental hospitals in Virginia use ECT machines?"

"Five hospitals use Lexwell equipment. Of those five, three have been torn down and two are still in operation."

"Cross-check that list of hospitals against Mullens' electrical business client list."

"Yeah, I'm already doing that. Mullens wired some buildings at the Oakton Center back in the eighties."

"Do you know that place?" Derek asks the detective.

"It's a former mental institution on eighty-six acres."

"He's right. Two of the buildings are still in operation. The rest of the place is abandoned."

"Thanks, baby girl."

Hotch knocks on the wall which catches Rossi's attention, and the older agent leaves the living room.

"Where are you going?" Lee asks.

You don't waste time getting to the abandoned hospital. The closer you get to it, the more you see wisps of energy dancing in front of the hospital.

"He already has another victim. I can see her energy."

"Find her," Rossi urges.

He doesn't hesitate to follow you as you run through the hospital grounds with urgency. You pass by building after building until you get to the back of the property where five buildings stand. You pause and look around the place and that's when you spot it. Blue energy seeps up from one of the sewer gates by the first building.

"She's in the basement of that one," you point.

Hotch and Rossi are first to get down there while the rest follow suit. You peer around their shoulders to see a blonde woman on some medical table with black tape over her naked chest. Colby is pacing next to the table with a knife in his hand. He is beyond stressed, unable to live up to his father's expectations.

"Colby." The young man snaps his head up and places the knife to the woman's throat when he sees the FBI. "Put the knife down."

"I'll kill her."

"The killing is done."

"Please help me," the woman cries.

"This is not your fault, Colby. Your father got you into this."

"No, you don't know my dad!"

"We know you're losing him, Colby. This isn't going to help you or him."

"He's getting better."

"No, he isn't." You push past them and take the center position. Colby's wide eyes land on yours but you don't move any closer to him. "I know that scares you because you already lost your mother."

"She left us!" he screams at you.

"Your father killed her."

Colby shakes his head as tears roll down his cheeks.

"No, no, no. You're wrong!"

"You were ten. He strapped her to this table. Your father brought her here. You might have been in the car or upstairs. You blocked it out because I know you love him. You love him and you didn't want to see what he is truly capable of. He's supposed to be your dad. He's supposed to love you and care for you." Colby is full-on crying now but he still has the knife to her throat. "He most likely knocked your mother out at home and brought her here."

"No, I helped him bring the only woman here from that house."

"That was your mother, Colby."

"No, she left us," his voice breaks.

"Every one of your father's victims made a call except for your mother because she laid on this table and said goodbye to you right here."

"No, she's not dead," he cries. "She left us. She... She left us!"

"You don't want to hurt her, Colby. You never wanted to hurt any of them."

Colby sobs as he tosses the knife away from the woman. Rossi and Hotch immediately handcuff him while Derek and Emily help the woman who is also crying. The woman is brought to the paramedics once they come and the detective brings Colby back to the station to start the process of his arrest. You stand off to the side with your arms crossed over each other. Spencer, Derek, and Emily join your side and watch the paramedics do their job.

"You know, parents are supposed to protect their children. They're supposed to love them and keep them safe," you say.

"Well, sometimes they don't get the memo," Emily responds.

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Frank leans back in his chair with his feet up on the dollar store fold-up table he got yesterday. The phone is pressed to his ear since he's talking to his wife while keeping a close eye on the cameras he installed in your apartment. You and Spencer are going about your nightly routine, nothing major happening here.

What he did to you sent you into a paralyzing fear so much so that you started looking for a camera to put on the outside of your apartment. It's a good thing he already planted the ones inside your place. You say you have this magical gift that can tell you anything you want to know so why can't you figure out who he is? When will you? Will you ever? As much as he cherishes you, you're becoming too much of a liability to keep in his life. He should have gotten rid of you when he was supposed to but you were and always will be his favorite toy. He must play with you one last time before taking you out.

"You should have been there, Clarissa. She went crying to Daddy about the fake bomb I put in front of her door. You should have seen the look on her face. She was so scared," he laughs. "Even racked with fear, she still looked... so cute."

"Please be careful, Frank. You're playing with fire."

"I'm only getting started," he smirks.

"When I was younger I could remember anything, whether it happened or not; but my faculties are decaying now, and soon I shall be so I cannot remember any but the latter. It is sad to go to pieces like this, but we all have to do it." – Mark Twain

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Hazbin Hotel Rewrite [WIP- this is copy and pasted from my docs; this is old but i wanted to share it anyway]

Rewrite the Characters:

Original +opinions (ooo~ Spicy) :

Charlie - Princess of Hell, Daughter of Lucifer. Sheltered and Cheery.

  I hate that she’s just Disney Princess coded. They could have used the whole sheltered route well but TBF we don't see that either.  We see a weird rendition of that where everyone forgives her for her terrible actions but yet other characters like Husk and Angel Dust are somehow held to a higher sense of accountability for their actions?!

  I also don’t believe whoever raised Charlie could keep her away from the ever growing and changing landscape of Hell. Like if you're going to be a Princess of anything its really important for the next heir to be well acquainted with their kingdom's landscape and history. At the very least talk to the locals and commonwealth. 

 Her design is...ok. It didn't change much from the pilot but tbh i liked her Pilot design, I feel like it makes sense for her to wear hints of red and white, but i wish they added more than just red, i feel like black or gold would have been better or even purple for Biblical accuracy of Pride.

Vaggie - Girlfriend to Charlie and protector of the Hotel, ex-Exorcist. 

 Why did they change the lore? Also why does it feel like the VA hated being there or was just given 0 directions. She sounds dull and plain except for when she’s sounding like she’s angry, which is 99.98% Of Vaggie’s emotions.

  That, an amnesia apparently?! How does vaggie not remember the very weapon that cut out her FUCKING EYE that still makes no sense, like how tf her and Lucifer and even Husk have wings, if wings are going to be used for ANY character why make them seem important to Vaggie when Husk literally has wings, and Lucifer the supposed “fallen Angel” STILL HAS HIS?! Like why? How does this make sense? 

Angel - FemBoy, Sex worker. Deals in Self destruction, self loathing and deep depression while also being flirty and promiscuous. Was in a Mafia family. 1940s timeline. 

 Trauma porn character and just a bunch of gay men stereotypes. As a survivor, his story doesn't hit the way its meant to. There's a good and bad way to show SA and Abuse and while they did it “eh” (im saying this loosely) at first, they were completely unrealistic and downright infantilizing at the end.

  There's no way someone who just went through a beating, an having to almost get drugged and dragged out of bar, is going to forgive the same person who started the stupor in the first place- ESPECIALLY ON THE SAME NIGHT!!!!!

I FUCKING CANT WITH THESE WRITERS THINKING MENTAL HEALTH CAN BE SOLVED IN A 20 MIN EPSIODE, IS THIS A KIDS SHOW ABOUT FRIENDSHIP OR AN ADULT SHOW ABOUT CARTOON DEMONS IN HELL. 

And don’t get me started on that terrible musical number, it’s just soft core rape in a cheery pop tune i fucking hate it!! It doesn't help that Raph, an SA fetishist STORYBOARDED THE DAMN SCENE

WHAT THE FUCK MEDRANO!?

Husk - Angry grump, bar keeper. Contracted to Alastor. Gambler. From the 1970 or 60. 

 The design is a character designer's worst nightmares come to life on the screen. Every furry from the early 2000s clutching their pearls in cringe. It screams “omg rawr xD uwu” era and i think we as a society are way past that, i figured a 30 something year old woman would be too.

[apparently it was her sisters OC that was put into the show, viv why?!]

Alastor - radio show host from the 30s. Cannibal. Half Creole. “Wendigo design”. Cocky and always smile but is "quite dangerous when provoked." [yea ok pal]

  An OC from middle school that should have stayed in middle school. There is a reason so many OCs from artists' early childhood don't make it into their new and growing art style. Most of the time if you keep obsessing over the same OCs you stunt yourself on growing in your art. Tumblr Sexy Man is that exact thing. I like him in concept but, if he was drawn better and actually looked like a man from the 1900s and in his 40s,(or even a half creole man; that's supposedly a Wendigo) I'd have less to complain about. His concept is good and interesting, but its not the first or the last and Alastor def isn't the first. Also give that man a haircut please!

Nifty - Japanese-American. From the 50s Obsessive and a neat freak. Camera shy but psychotic.

  I feel like this is just a racist stereotype waiting to be exposed. The “young psychotic Japanese  girl” trope is so fucking old and repetitive that i cant vibe with a character like Nifty when i know her only purpose is to be used as comedy bait. It doesn't help that Viv didn't give Nifty almost any merch! Like WOW really showing favoritism over the merch sales and that is disgusting.

Sir Pentious - British inventor. Kinda an idiot but is a brilliant machinist.

  We were robbed of a decent villain. I hate that he became part of the cast and became the first redeemed as if Angel wasn't there longer and started showing signs of Redemption sooner, like we got more Redemption scenes of Angel but like NONE of Pentious and we are supposed to believe this weird snake dude is redeemed just cuz he kissed a girl and got himself killed for nothing???? VIVZIE YOUR ASS WRITING IS ASS!!

Also he's a stolen Character...seems to be a trend for Viv..

Lucifer - King of Hell, Father of Charlie, Sin of Pride. Depressed and non-serious, deep self loathing. Complex of some sort. Short King.

 He’s fine..i guess, i mean its freaking Jeremy Jordan VA-ing him…he kind fixes whatever is wrong with Lucifer character wise. [this is for very obvious reasons a joke, while re-reading this i realized some people might not know i'm being sarcastic,oopsies] He’s a terrible character for numerous reasons. He is kinda homophobic if you really think about that “i like girls too” line and then proceeds to call her “MAGGIE”;  Lucifer feels like he is just there to satisfy Viv’s  disney esque “daddy issues” type kink she has for “tragic characters and shitty dads” type characters.

 Designs wise he trash. He looks like jeff the killer but blonde and drawn by your aunt who refused to go to art school

Cherri Bomb - Angels Friend. Arsonist. From the 60s(?). Punk rock.

 Her design is literally traced and just the Addict design…the fans are just stupid. Also i dont like the fact that Viv EXPECTED viewers of her show, to have done homework on who the fuck Cherri is, cuz if you're a new watcher, and didn't read the fucking Vivziepop Bible, you wont know who tf she if or why you should even care about her.

 Why is Angel hanging out with someone like this in the first place, You’d think because Angel is older and from a different time period he wouldn't vibe with Cherri?? But apparently Viv thinks a fem gay man from the 30s would be the best homie to a 20 yr old punk rock Aussie from the 60s, a whole 3 decades of time difference!! Tell us why and how they know each other!! How can these fundamentally very different people even vibe together!! Is it just cus "wow shared trauma of abusive lovers" cuz wow Viv.

(her entire design is also stolen soooooo~)

Mimzy - who?

This one also feels really fucking racist. Idk what it is with Viv but the jewish stereotypes of Mimzie are absolutely atrocious. 

Fix:

Charlie - [TBD]

Vaggie - [TBD]

Angel - [TBD]

Husk - [TBD]

Alastor - [TBD]

Nifty - [TBD]

Sir Pentious - [TDB]

Lucifer - 

 Was an Angel with dreams, and took part in the Creation of All Things.

   However Lucifer was too ambitious and went off course with the designs of Earth’s creatures, causing the other Angels to feel uncomfortable by him and his new creations. 

While the Angels were tolerating him, he was allowed to visit the First Human, but in doing so felt that their lack of knowledge was unfair and so in hopes of helping the other Angels see things his way, he gave the Apple of Knowledge to Adam and Lilith. 

 This didn't go as planned though, Where Lilith became kinder and more empathetic, Adam however became more uptight, and acted as if he was better than Lilith.

 Lucifer defended Lilith against Adam thus causing the Angels attention to be drawn. Seeing what Lucifer had done; Ultimately bringing evil (free will) into the world, They (strangely) cast Lucifer AND Lilith, as well as the creatures Lucifer had created to the dark void;

 The Angels now would call it, Hell. Lucifer, home. 

Lucifer would first land in Hell confused and depressed, Along with Lilith they both begin to freak out as they look into the dark, empty landscape in front of them. Feelings of bitterness begin to reside within Lucifer, that settled into a resilient sense of ignorant Pride. 

Lucifer’s Creations - 

 The demons and most of the Hellborns. Lucifer is treated as the Divine Judge of Hell, His punishment is having to witness all the evil that had been created due to him and He in turn must turn what could never be, into another one of his creations. Though he is given it a process. He has given up on making anymore Hellborns due to them fixing that themselves. Demons that are specifically Dead Humans (The Sinners).

Sins - 

 All of the Sins were once creatures created by Lucifer that began to Form into The 7 Deadly Sins. However the rest of these creatures evolved into lower ranks and a hierarchy was formed. With the Sins and Lucifer being at the top.

 The 7 are special creatures that Lucifer held a special fondness to in particular. More so than some of the other Creations. Each of these Sins were given a mission after the fall and were subsequently turned into the Sins by the Angels, who felt they deserved the same punishment, if not worse, as Lucifer. Forcing each of the Sins to work as their prince/princess of their specific ring unless they want their entire existence to cease. They rather that not happen.

The angels cursed all the sins, and Lucifer himself. that if they ever stop their torment they will cease to exist. Angels thought this was humane but didn't realize or rather didn't care that much at the time how barbaric it actually is. 

Dubbed the Curse of the Angels or Angels Kiss 

(play on Kiss of Death where whomever Death kissed is marked for death, 

here the Sins were “kissed” by the Angels and a “kiss” was once used to symbolize a curse or bad omen onto another)

their "death" however is more than they evaporate into nothing

its their very minds and bodies slowly begin to deteriorate painfully to the point of being empty husks. No expression, No emotions, No sense of self. Nothing. Their consciousness and personality essentially gets erased entirely.

Premise IDEAS for Rewrite: 

1] 

Sinners go through character arc delving into their issues that lead to each one's Redemption

Heaven gets upset over the rise of redemption in Sinner 

 Earthly Denizens of Heaven/ “winners”  attack the Hotel

The Sinners and the Staff defend the Hotel

Heaven’s attackers are turned fallen. 

{END}

so i started this almost a year ago, it was right when i really started to dislike Viv and Helluva Flop Boss. If you wanna give a suggestion on what you think could make this better go for it. It's a WIP- so any advice is welcome and appreciated!!

[alolanrain]

So regional Dragon type specialists right, youd think that they are the most put together based on their public appearances on TV and online right? Wrong

Lance keeps everything professional but behind closed doors or when nobody is watching he is an absolute menace, regularly spars hand-to-paw/claw with his pokemon (yes even his Hydregon and it thinks its funny whenever it fakes him out) this man also has the tendancy to seemingly teleport behind people especially during his G-Man work (ie Rocket Grunt thinks their safe and the next minute they know theyre being german suplexed by a red haired man in a cape like he's Batman or something)

Drake is an enigma being the oldest acting Hoenn League member but nobody really knows much about him (the man barely makes any live appearances and any League challengers over the past 20 years havent even gotten past his Flygon except for Steven of course) nobody knows where he lives or where he even came from (they ask and every single time they get a different awnser with the strangest being Poni Island, nobody knows how old he is and speculates that he is immortal) Briney knows everything about him and refuses to tell because its both hilarious and also just a straight up cognito hazard and will not elaborate

Draydon is relatively normal until back when he and Alder were young Alder saw him deadlifting a boulder with zero effort (the guy is insanely strong) people do speculate that he and Drake might be related and he refuses to dispute or prove it, the beard however is just gravity defying and what makes it worse is that he doesnt use gel or anything its just like that with no explanation (funnily enough he holds back in all of his battles and if he didnt he could easily become champion, Iris took after that energy and evicerated everything in her path while wearing her magical girl champion costume)

Drasna generally keeps to herself but she likes to piss off Seibold on occasion and sics him on paparazzi when she gets bored (usually in the form of 'oh dear it looks like youre getting review bombed again' followed by very angry mega blastoise noises and the loudest Kalosian swearing you can imagine) she was at one point a poison specialist with her Dragalge but partially moved away from it (she still has an insanely overpowered Naganadel that nobody knows where or when she got it)

Raihan knows just about anything you could ask for, need to know the history of the Turffield Rock Formations? He knows it at the top of his head, where to find a super specific type of phone charger? Wyndon Stadium Kiosk on the 45th floor the red ones suck get the yellow ones, Where to get a Japanese dub of Space Buddies? Spikemuth district apartment complex 3rd floor knock on the 4th door say you want butter noodles and the guy will slide you a copy on a burnt DVD, Where the hell is Leon? Put an air tag on his cape last year Leon is currently lost in a pocket dimension being taunted by a small green onion fairy (Raihan also has several alt accounts that just post anywhere from doing handmade cosplay weapons to baking to somehow a podcast with Clemont and Iono about the importance of RGB gamer light PC setups while neither of them know its him)

Everything about this ask that has graced my inbox is an automatic yes.

Lance having to spend a fortune on clothes and going through wardrobe after wardrobe because his clothes get torn by his play flighting/work out. Also having a little whiteboard on the fridge at the gym-men head quarters or at the elite four castle with “how many Rocket Grunts Lance has suplexed this month.” On it with the score.

The entire Hoenn league begs Mr.Briney to divulge information about Drake and he’s tight lipped. Steven has even worse luck since Drake keeps giving him “my paperwork’s already been filed when I started this position, it doesn’t need to be fixed or filed in any different way.” And said file is so officially redacted by a past Champion that has now sadly passed.

Somehow and somewhere hidden very strategically, there are polaroid photo’s of Drayden doing lunges across a gym with him holding Alders in a fireman carry when they were both young. There might be a video as well that may or may not have been accidentally lost in a city by the Champion and got snatched up off the street later in the day. Sitting somewhere in some poor persons drunk drawer because they saw a cute cam corder that doesn’t properly work anymore.

Drasna is totally scheming when it comes to Seibold. There’s always a little prank she’s writing down on scrap papers during long meeting or waiting for challengers to come through the elite four. Picking on her coworker and getting away with it is her favorite pass time.

Raihan is a walking encyclopedia on almost anything and everything. He gets text messages not only from the other dragon trainers in the leagues but also almost everyone else, including Clemont on the rare occasion, and he always takes time to respond back with either a link to a website with proper information or to craft a well knowledge text message.

[oyasuminto]

wait you played mouthwashing?? what did you think of it

I'm gonna just copy/paste some of my rambles below. Warning: I love to yap. Also massive spoilers.

Also this is very disorganized.

Because of Jimmy, everyone is under the impression that Curly is an insane asshole who purposely collided with an asteroid in an unexpected murder-suicide attempt. Curly is still conscious and aware of what's going on. He can hear whatever the crew are saying about him, he has to spend several months paralyzed, being forcefed pills by people who despise him.

The crew still know that Jimmy is an asshole. Daisuke is the only one who hasn't realized it yet because he's so new. Curly could've been seen as a tragic hero, but Jimmy was so desperate to play the hero that he thought he could force people to look past everything he's already done.

Jimmy is a violent egomaniac, impulsive, cruel, demeaning, irresponsible, and, most importantly, delusional as all hell.

The closest he comes to admitting his wrongs is in the scene with Polle where he admits he fucked up and apologizes to Curly for what he's done, but doesn't even think about the months of torment he put everyone else through

He is dangerously obsessed with Curly. He needs Curly to survive because he has imagined some kind of redemption arc for himself with Curly in the middle.

Much like Anya, he is incapable of treating Curly like an autonomous person, but unlike Anya he pretends to see him as an equal.

The men all appear at least once in Jimmy's hallucinations; Curly constantly appears, Jimmy is entirely fixated on him. Daisuke makes appearances after his death. Swansea acts as a constantly pursuing enemy in them.

Anya… really the most we get is group delusions like the party, aside from that it's just body/pregnancy horror, because that's all Jimmy cares about. All Anya is to him is another cheering subordinate, if she's not that then her pregnancy is a terrifying reality looming over his head.

But she is not allowed to be her own independent person.

ALSO!!! while Anya is clearly the main target of Jimmy's abuse and control, he doesn't seem to care about the boundaries of any of the crewmates. Curly is just a puppet he can project his rage, fear, and guilt onto. Daisuke is put into horrifically dangerous situations. Swansea is drugged, and it leads to Daisuke's death because Jimmy used up the last of the isopropyl alcohol.

even during the drugging, Daisuke is terrified that Swansea is dead. Jimmy just shrugs and says that Swansea has a high alcohol tolerance.

Meanwhile Jimmy has already shown he'll just take what he wants. He might tell himself that he cares about Curly, that he's giving Curly a chance, that he's somehow redeeming himself. But he isn't. He's just continuing that same pattern of selfishness that left Curly so grievously injured in the first place.

Jimmy has deluded himself into thinking he's somehow breaking the cycle he started, when he's only making things worse and worse because he can't fucking own up to anything he's done. It's never his fault, not fully. He always finds a way to redirect blame from himself.

it's actually a pretty realistic depiction of an entitled abusive man. He doesn't actually feel bad about anything he's done. He just fears facing the consequences of his actions. If Anya hadn't gotten pregnant and never told anyone what happened, Jimmy would've continued on without a care. Maybe he could've controlled the narrative and told people that she's lying, or that it was consensual. He could've walked out of her life and left her to pick up the pieces.

But a baby is tangible proof of what he did to her. It ties the two of them together, forever. Pony Express doesn't have the budget nor the foresight to stock abortion pills on their ships, and this trip has 8 months left. He would have to take responsibility, one way or another.

Everything hits so much harder when you're hit with the realization that the character you've spent most of the game playing as is a monster

You spend a good amount of time certain that Curly is at fault for all of this. He crashed the ship on purpose, he got himself burned up. He's the reason you're all slowly dying, so when Jimmy is angry at him you feel inclined to agree and sympathize with him. It must be so difficult being shoved into a leadership position while also being stuck in an awful unwinnable position.

He's rude to Curly and Anya, but he's stressed, he's scared, their deaths are basically inevitable. Curly crashed the ship, right? He deserves it. Jimmy basically tells you that Anya is kind of incompetent, she can't even give a patient painkillers! Of course he's growing impatient.

You become like Curly, excusing and brushing off Jimmy's behavior until it's too late.

Jimmy is a deeply pathetic and cowardly person. He thinks that he can save himself by "saving" Curly. He promises that he'll fix things right before murdering Swansea. Even his "selfless" acts are entirely selfish. In the end, all he cares about is soothing his own ego. He tells Curly that they'll both be heroes. He still things he could be a good person. Killing himself was just one more way he escaped responsibility.

He is someone with an awful victim complex. Nothing is ever his fault, and he is always capable of redemption. Any push-back he gets just gives him more ammo to claim victimhood.

Through Jimmy's eyes, it's everyone else who's at fault. Anya is whiny and annoying and useless at her job (she's a deeply traumatized woman who is terrified of Jimmy), Daisuke is a spoiled nepobaby who can't do shit (he's a young adult who wants to please his parents and doesn't always think before he speaks or acts), Swansea is just some drunken asshole (he's a grouch but he's probably sick of Jimmy's shit and just wants to go home to his wife and dog), and Curly is an arrogant ladder-climbing bastard who doesn't care about his crew (he's a closed-off man who takes on more than he can handle and gives Jimmy too much credit).

He needs to maintain that illusion to continue justifying his actions. It's okay that he berates Anya, she's incompetent. It's okay that he gets aggressive with Swansea, he's awful. It's okay that he looks down on and manipulates Daisuke, he's spoiled. It's okay that he beats an incapacitated and barely alive Curly, it's his fault they're in this situation.

[dragonflight203]

Mass Effect 3 replay, Earth to the ending:

-Hackett’s speech is damn good.

-How does anyone even know how to join the Crucible and the Citadel?

Yesterday they didn’t even know the two were related. What, have they decoded the instructions on combining them?

They’re damn lucky that the Crucible can connect to the Citadel as-is and no tweaks of the Citadel are required.

Or configurations. It’s not like the Keepers are constantly revamping it…

-I’ve discussed this elsewhere, but using the beam to reach the Citadel is risky as hell.

For all Shepard and co knows, the beam kills everyone that enters it. It’s not like the Reapers need people alive.

And the Citadel is huge. And its layout isn’t stable. Even if you survive the beam, good luck finding the controls.

And my personal favorite: Why the hell didn’t the Reapers turn off the beam as soon as they realized Shepard and co were trying to reach it?

-All that said, I’ll give Shepard and co some forgiveness in that they’re desperate and feel this is their last shot to win. Good plan or no, it’s all they have.

The Reapers, however, have no such excuse.

-Nice touch that fleet, singular, is used for the Alliance, Turians, and Geth.

Quarian and Asari use fleets, plural.

-Why does Shepard give the order for the fleets to fire? And for the fighters to attack?

-Odd Javik has no lines on the shuttle in.

-Steve: Anything for you.

??? What is with Steve’s lines? That sounds very romantic, but he aint’ interested in femShep.

-My Shepard is colony born. London is not home. Earth is not home. Stop referring to it as such.

-LET ME SAVE.

-And back to Bioware’s issue with “default” being male.

All or nearly all of the background marines are men. White men, I think, though may be an issue with my tv screen.

So much for the future being gender equivalent. And that aside, it’s the end of the world – you telling me no woman has picked up a gun and a suit of armor off a corpse, if nothing else?

Seriously, would it have been that damn hard to stick a female head on a marine body and just alternately copy pasted male/female?

-The ability of the Communications Tech to reach everyone is a tad of a stretch, but it’s the kind I’ll easily overlook for a satisfying narrative. The final farewells are well done.

-Miranda steals the show. I think her goodbye had the most depth.

-As others have said, the “platonic” goodbye between Shepard and Garrus does not come across as at all platonic.

It’s okay, I don’t think Kaidan will mind another housemate.

-Victus deserves a round for participating in the ground assault.

Whatever else may come, the humans and turians should be close allies after this.

-Victus says the krogans bought time to evacuate civilains on Palaven.

That’s not as much as it sounds. All adult turians go through bootcamp and are not included. Civilians are children and client races.

So… A lot of turians died on Pavalen.

-And the final, obligatory, shitty turret section. Why did they even include those?

-Liara joining her mind to yours feels like coming full circle. Although I do question where the memory she shares with Shepard is from.

-Wrex offers to share Tuchanka with humanity.

That’s sweet.

-Javik says Shepard is the avatar of this cycle. The avatar of victory.

I maintain that Javik was supposed to be the avatar of victory. He changed it to vengeance when he woke up alone.

-My conversation with Javik was a tad traumatizing on my first playthrough. He told me he planned to kill himself.

So hearing him say he looks forward to peace and will write a book with Liara? Hearing him use her name?

Much, much better.

-Game: It’s by uniting the galaxy that we will succeed.

Also game: The final plan is presented by a human admiral to human marines. Anderson and Coats were discussing the final plan, so it’s not like it had already been settled.

Is there some reason Anderson wasn’t going over the plan with the leaders of the turian, salarian, asari, etc. forces that make up Hammer…?

-I can save at the start of the combat section, but not the non-combat section? What the hell is that logic?

-This mission isn’t that interesting too me. It’s just waves of enemy through destroyed buildings.

-The cutscenes do a much better job of showing the diversity of the forces attacking the Reapers.

Wish they included geth and/or quarian, but I suppose developing alternate scenes would have been too expensive and time consuming.

-Learned the hard way there’s a whole area in the last section of Earth that I can’t charge into but enemy troops can land in.

-That last section before the missiles launch… Whoo.

I wouldn’t necessarily call it good, but it does convey the overwhelming force of the Reapers.

-Calling an evac on the run to the beam is ridiculousness. It’s the last push. It’s do or die. The entire cycle is lost if no makes it to there. The only thing that matters is someone makes it.

And the Reaper should absolutely have taken out the Normandy as it swooped in.

It also disrupts the pacing.

-I did not kill Marauder Shields. I took a shot to take down his shields, then walked behind some rubble and he was gone when I emerged.

-Hackett’s told one person made it to the beam. So how did Anderson get there? Why didn’t I see him?

-Anderson said he followed me up. Why the hell didn’t he shoot at the husks or Marauder Shields?

-Once again, I question Reaper wastefulness. Why just leave human bodies lying around? Use them to create new Reaper or create more husks!

-The lightning effects remind me of the Shadow Broker’s ship.

-It sure is convenient the beam took Shepard right up to the controls for the Citadel.

Why would the Reapers configure it to do that?

You’d think it take people to the processing center.

-How did Anderson get to the controls? I came up the only walkway to this room.

-And here is TIM again.

When was the last time I mentioned how sick of him I am?

Because I’m thoroughly sick of him.

-Anderson: Bullshit. We destroy them, or they destroy us.

It’s the endgame, and the indoctrinated man is arguing for control and our father figure is arguing to destroy.

An old, old note at the point but how can Bioware be surprised by the backlash Control received?

-To show off the power controlling the Reapers will give him, TIM forces Shepard to shoot Anderson.

TIM, that’s not helping your argument. That’s destructive. What good will this control bring?

-TIM’s suicide would be more powerful if Saren hadn’t already done that in ME1.

Feels more like a rehash then a mirroring or callback.

-TIM and Anderson both collapsing as Shepard staggers forward is a powerful scene, however.

-Anderson’s last scene is also well done. He’s not a fave of mine, but he did his damnedest and the galaxy owes a lot to him.

-And shockingly, the Crucible doesn’t fire as soon as the Catalyst is docked.

It’s almost like someone needed to read the damn manual. No one knows how the damn thing works or what it does. Why is this a surprise?

-The very fact that the Starchild takes on the shape of the child Shepard watches die at the start of ME3 means he’s already in Shepard’s head. Why else would he take that form?

-There’s not much point trying to argue with the Starchild. It’s reasoning facilities are faulty.

Instead of wiping out organics and synthetics to preserve them, it could wipe out synthetics that attempt to destroy organics…

-There’s definitely a deeper meaning behind all Repaers taking the form of Leviathans.

The Starchild, like the geth, has an attachment to his creators. More than he lets on. Otherwise, Reapers would take whatever shape is most efficient for their purpose.

-According to the Starchild, organics create synthetics to improve the quality of life. Synthetics must surpass organics to do so. This inevitably lead to conflict.

If both organics and synthetics are harvested before they wipe each other out, all life is forever preserved.

Except for all the Reapers that die in each cycle.

Forget the Crucible, the Starchild should have called an end to this cycle’s Harvest because the loss of so many Reapers was unacceptable to his mission to preserve life.

-The Starchild claims it’s not a conflict because the Reapers are simply doing what they were designed to do.

But the Starchild was created to preserve life and he’s sending life (the Reapers) to die.

The death of every Reaper is a genocide and a failure of the Starchild to preserve that species.

-Why does Destroy entail shooting the Crucible until it blows up?

Sure sound more like the Starchild is trying to get you to destroy it to me.

-Shepard can take Control of the Reapers because they’re not under their control, like TIM.

Please ignore the Starchild speaking to them wearing the form of a child they watched die months ago.

This sounds like the Starchild making excuses to get Shepard to attempt it.

-Control requires killing Shepard, but their mind is uploaded.

You know, like how organics killed and uploaded to create a new Reaper.

Nothing suspicious here.

-Child: Your connection to your kind will be lost, though you will remain aware of their existence.

I see no way for this to end poorly. A powerful being that has lost touch with its roots and with a fleet of abominations at its command?

Nope, nothing can possibly go wrong.

-And then there is Synthesis. Space magic. Combining organics and synthetics together.

I was hoping I’d find some foreshadowing of it on this playthrough, but I do not recall any. It really is a last minute asspull.

-Child: Because the organics were not ready. It is not something that can be… forced. You are ready. And you may choose it.

And once again the Starchild makes a declaration with little explanation. Why are organics suddenly ready?

And if it cannot be forced, how can Shepard choose it for everyone?

I do not think Javik would agree to this.

-The Starchild also says they’ve tried it before.

I’ve often wondered if that’s where the Reaper troops come from.

-Why did Garrus tell Joker to leave?

I’ve barely used him. Javik and Liara have been my mains.

-Thank goodness for the extended endings. The original are not satisfactory.

-The post credits scene is a good idea, but the execution could use some work.

And that’s it! *falls over* All three games completed on insanity and notes taken throughout.

In terms of difficulty, it’d definitely ME2 > ME1 > ME3. The third game is a breeze compared to the first two.

Major thanks for everyone who’s liked, commented, reblogged – you’ve encouraged me to stick with this and see it through. I’m grateful for it.

[rickmoya]

the books I read in 2024

Mrs. Dalloway, Virginia Woolf (1)

Digital Cosmopolitans, Ethan Zuckerman

Speak, Laurie Halse Anderson (2)

How To Take Over the World, Ryan North

To Hate Like This Is To Be Happy Forever, Will Blythe

Hark! A Vagrant/Step Aside, Pops, Kate Beaton (3)

Making a Point: The Persnickety Story of English Punctuation, David Crystal

Ducks, Kate Beaton

Operation Do-Over, Gordon Korman

Fight Club 2: The Tranquility Gambit, Chuck Palahniuk and Cameron Stewart (4)

The Fort, Gordon Korman

Romeo and/or Juliet, Ryan North

Turning Japanese, MariNaomi

Abroad in Japan, Chris Broad

Ready Player Two, Ernest Cline (5)

Interesting Stories for Curious People, Bill O'Neill (6)

Hell of a Hat: The Rise of '90s Ska and Swing, Kenneth Partridge

Swamp Story, Dave Barry

The Secret to Superhuman Strength, Alison Bechdel

Blood, Bones and Butter, Gabrielle Hamilton

Flavorama, Arielle Johnson

Welcome to St. Hell, Lewis Hancox

Peasprout Chen: Future Legend of Skate and Sword, Henry Lien (7)

The City of Ember, Jeanne DuPrau

Crying in H Mart, Michelle Zauner

Out Of My Mind, Sharon M. Draper

italics: read it before struck: unfinished

Maybe I just suck at reading now that I'm past 40? I don't know. The last few years I've been making excuses and padding out my list with rereads, but at some point you have to acknowledge the trends. My trend is fewer books. This might be the lowest number I've hit in any year since birth.

I also read ten years each of the webcomics Schlock Mercenary and Sluggy Freelance. Got to a point I hadn't read before, but not finished with either.

I did rotate some stock off my TBR shelf, at least. Not that you'd know to look at it — the shelf is as full as ever. Then again, at least four books up there are rereads, and three others are juv/YA. Maybe I'll make more progress in 2025.

Goals:

Ding 40. (I originally put 50, but, like, come on. Trend.)

At least 40% authors who are not white men. (I did OK there this year: 12/26, not counting the trans guy who is technically a white man.)

At least 10 books off the TBR.

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So. I've had this book on my TBR since college. (The first time.) I took a modernist English lit course where we read Ulysses and To the Lighthouse, and Mrs. Dalloway was one of the comparative important links, but after Joyce I wasn't gonna do it right away. I found my copy at a mega library sale around the time I graduated. Opened it several times over the last 25 years, but the stream-of-consciousness/internal-monologue style meant (for me) that I couldn't set it down and come back and remember what was going on. So finally I had a free day and read the whole thing in almost one go. (I technically didn't do this until July, but I attempted to do it during a day off in January, which is why it's first.)

Substitute teaching exposes me to a lot of teacher libraries. Sometimes during a prep period I can read stuff from them. For this book (which I'd heard of but never opened) I was covering a classroom that was empty for nearly four hours.

I started poring through Beaton's comics on her archived website. When I realized my library had two books of it in print, I checked those out for easier reading. This entry encompasses all of it.

It's a graphic novel! It's totally unnecessary! It gets way too meta (to the point that it acknowledges IN TEXT that it's too meta)!

If you feel like you need to read this, ask yourself: have I already read Ready Player One? If so, then ask: was my favorite part the constant Family Guy-style "memba this?" references. Because this is that, just with different fandoms.

My niece got me this one. It's like a book full of factoids or the beginnings of stories. Not immersive, but good for while waiting through piano lesson.

Another substituting library selection, about an alternate-universe Taiwan where the predominant mode of transportation/self-defense is ice skating. I had a prep, thought this is a stupid book and then read half of it before the day was over. So endearingly stupid, I checked it out of the public library to finish.

[ambroziadelphine]

Hurricane Maria(Prologue)

I was in a blinding white room, I had just finished battling Pain. I had lost. I didn't know where this place was but it unnerved and calmed me all at once, like a child holding a morbid curiosity for a gruesome sight.

So, I'm dead then..

Not quite.

What do you mean? Where was I if not the afterlife?

A transfer dimension. Somewhere between the place of your death and the next place you are to go.

Next place I am to go? What kind of nonsense is this? I'm dead! How can there be more?

You never found your soulmate in your world. Everyone must find their soulmate before they can pass on.

Are you sure I never found her? I'd say Tsunade was as close to a soulmate as I'd get.

It wasn't Tsunade. There was a mistake. Your soulmate was placed in the wrong world.

So, she never existed then. Great.

To rectify this, we are sending you to her world. Though in a soulmate's absence from a world, it causes an imbalance, usually resulting is a less then ideal life.

Is that why I died? All because someone messed up? Would I be alive if she was in my world?

I do not have all of your answers. What I do have, is information about her you may find important.

Like what?

You were not the only one effected by the imbalance. She was as well. This lead to strained relationships both romantic and platonic, so her heart is very guarded.

So, its just like Tsunade all over again..

Not exactly.. There are two ways you can get to her heart.

How?

Her sons.

She has kids?

Two.

So.. my soulmate, has two sons, from other men that you want me to raise?

I'm sorry, would you rather stay here for the rest of your souls existence? Alone?

Those are really my options? Become a father to two kids I don't even know or stay here?

Look, she is your perfect match whether you like it or not. If not for her sons, her heart would be as unobtainable as Tsunade's. Maybe even more so given her past involvement with men of her world.

What do you mean by that?

That's for her to tell you. It is not my place. Just know men have done her more wrong in her life then good, that's why we must correct the imbalance for both of you. You've had a life of women rejecting you, she's had a life of men using her.

Great, so she's going to absolutely hate me. Why would you make her my soulmate?

Well, we don't exactly plan for these types of mistakes, and the person responsible has already been dealt with.

..How are you so sure she'll even want me if she hates men so much?

I never said she hated men, just that she's had a life of men using her. She has two sons, if she hated men, she wouldn't be nearly as a caring mother to them as she is now. So, will you accept this or not? Because the window to bring you to her world only lasts so long.

Do I really have a choice?

Well, yes, but if you accept, this will not be a guarantee that she will fall in love with you. You must earn her heart and trust, but don't worry; we'll be giving you a little help.

..I accept.

---------Jiraiya's POV-----------

I woke up to the bright sun shining down on me through the trees, I groaned as I sat up, my head pounding as if I hadn't touched water in weeks. I slowly observed my surroundings, seeing tall trees, taller then the ones in the land of fire, and a lush forest with a stream in it, mountains could be seen off in the distance in every break in the trees. I stood up, patting myself down to see what exactly I had when I realized I felt different, younger almost. I walked over to the small stream, crouching down to gaze into the waters edge when my eyes widen to see me looking about 30 years younger, my hair and clothes just the same as before I died however. I had almost nothing on me aside a bag of personal belongings, no real weapons or anything, however I did strangely have a copy of my books in there.

I looked around and sighed, where the hell was I supposed to go? I wasn't even in my world now; but I figured if I followed the stream, I'd find somewhere, so that's what I did. This forest was quite nice, vast and quiet, though as the sound of splashing and children laughing became louder, I grew slightly nervous. Could these be her kids? How would I find her? How will I even know who it is? There were so many questions in my head as I followed the stream around a large rock formation, coming upon the sight of 4 kids, three boys and a girl. There was a treehouse connecting two trees with a winding staircase down one, a rope ladder for the other, two of the boys were up there on opposite ends of the small railings of the little play buildings, throwing what looked like paper shuriken and fake kunai. The little girl was in the stream with the water up to her knees, her teal pants hiked up to keep them from the water as she seemed to search the water, occasionally coming up and showing the eldest boy there her finds.

They looked so carefree, it made me smile, seeing how the eldest boy would praise the little girls prizes, or the way the two boys were extra careful with each other when playing up high, ducking into the small houses and running down the staircase to continue their play fight.

"Andy! Andy! I found a tadpole!" The little girl exclaimed, bringing her dripping wet hands over to the boy who grinned, the other two little boys running over to see the small amphibian.

"Frog!" The small dark haired boy yelled, the pale blonde boy running after him as they crowded around the girl with water cupped in her hands. The pale haired boy stopped short though, almost stumbling before pausing and turning to me, his black eyes staring up at me curiously before tilting his head. I wasn't sure what to do as he took a few steps towards me, stopping just 3 feet away as I stared at him hesitantly.

"I knew someone was coming." His high pitched voice said, the child smiling at me brightly making me furrow my brows.

"You.. knew I was coming?" I asked, still glancing between him and the other children, the old boy, Andy, had shooed the other two off into the treehouse after spotting me with the blonde little boy.

"Yea! I've been saying someone's coming for days! You must be him!" He cheered as Andy cautiously approached us. The little boy looked to be about 6 with how small he was, the older one being maybe 10 or 11, much too young to be out here on their own.

"Devon, come here." Andy said, urging the little boy to him who just tilted his head in confusion.

"But this is him! This is who I've been talking about!" The little boy, Devon, said. "He's gonna help momma!" He exclaimed, Andy furrowed his brows at him, looking at me hesitantly.

"Who are you?" He asked me, walking over to pull Devon back a little, pushing the boy behind him protectively.

"I.. I'm Jiraiya.. I'm not sure where I am." I said hesitantly. Should I explain the situation to them? That may be a bad move, I wouldn't want them or her to feel obligated to do this, but I also don't know how I can explain myself otherwise.

"Okay.. why are you here, Jiraiya?" Andy asked, taking a deep breath to calm himself.

"Uh.." I didn't know how to answer him, but Devon stepped out from behind the older boy.

"We should take him to momma!" He said making the elder boys eyes widen, shaking his head.

"No, no. The last thing mum needs is us bringing home a stranger." He said making me sigh, how was I supposed to do this? This was going to be impossible! The little boy tugged the taller one down, whispering something in his ear making him sigh, standing up and looking at me. "I'm not promising anything, I doubt my mum will be happy with me bringing you home but you look like you need help. We can take you to our house, its really close." He said, sounding a little reluctant which I understood.

"Thank you." I said, they gathered the other two kids, a pair of twins, their cousins that were there for the weekend according the Devon, the little blonde boy, and we headed off to their house. I only hoped their mother was as kind as her youngest, otherwise I wasn't sure what I'd do in this world.

[normaltothemax]

Happy (Belated) Birthday, Jason! a soft knock and then running would be heard through jason's safehouse door. dean had managed to track him down, figure out where he was staying and he sent one of the street kids to drop off a package for him. they didn't know it was for the hood but dean explained that they were doing him a favor and he'd paid the kid well to drop the package at jason's door. it was actually a pretty sizeable box, a little beat up looking but dean had ensured the contents would be safe. taped to the top was an envelope. the note inside stated "happy birthday kid - from dean" simple and straight to the point. of course jason had never told him when his birthday was but the vigilante should know by now dean was going to figure it out and he wasn't going to just let it slide past unnoticed either. inside the box there were a few things. first and foremost there was an actual cake. it wasn't large but it was clearly handmade. chocolate with a twist. dean had made a filling out of the tea jason kept in the cabin. he even drove out and spoke to the old butler at wayne manor to ask him about it. along with the cake there was a silver pendant that matched dean's anti-possession tattoo. this too was handmade. the tooling was a little rough in some places but the effort was clear. it was something to keep jason safe serving the duel purpose of being silver and anti-possessive. that wasn't all. there was also a collapsible fishing rod. dean had full intentions of teaching jason to fish when they went camping. he wanted him to have something of his own but something that didn't take up a lot of space. it was, of course, red. lastly there was a book. it was old, deep emerald green and hard back. it was a copy of macbeth. there was another note sticking up out of it. it read: jason -- happy birthday kid. you didn't tell me so i wasn't sure if you'd want to celebrate but you're still getting gifts anyway. deal with it. anyway. macbeth seemed kinda fitting to me as a gift from a hunter. starts out with witches and has ghosts and all that good shit. i know how much you like the classics and it doesn't get much more classic than old willy here. you can thank sam for this too sometime. he helped me track this down. it's from 1919 and it was actually the copy my grandfather put in the library of the men of letters in the 30s. so it's got a lot of historical significance. at least that's how sam put it.if you do want to celebrate with someone rather than being a loner on your own birthday dinner is at 7. bring the cake. nothing fancy just burgers and pizza. and beer. yeah you can have a beer on your birthday. i'll let it slide this time. love ya kid.--dean

Jason looked up from his case file with a furrowed brow and a frown. Quiet knock, light footsteps scampering away—that was a kid. Why in the hell was a kid knocking on his door? Immediately, his mind went to the darker thoughts: someone figured out where he lived, was using a kid to do their dirty work, and he was going to have to kill them. Make an example out of them to remind every criminal out there why they didn’t fuck with the Red Hood. That kids were off limits.

He was wary as he approached the door, gun at his side just in case. Checked the hallway security feed on his phone rather than look through the peephole. Empty. Not a soul in sight. Still, he opened the door with caution. Stepped around the box in front of his door to actually clear the hallway, the staircase.

The box itself was suspicious as all hell, but the note cleared it up a little. That was Dean’s handwriting, alright. It wasn’t impossible for him to have roped a kid into dropping the package off, but Jason still couldn’t help but be a little suspicious of it; it also wasn’t impossible that someone might have managed to steal this note from something else and tape it to a bomb.

Not like he had a great history with those.

But he also couldn’t just leave whatever it was out there in the hallway. He had neighbours. After a moment of consideration, he brought the box inside, into the middle of the apartment to try and mitigate the damage, if something went off.

Thankfully, it was actually a gift. Gifts, plural. “Stupid,” he muttered. He was being paranoid, more so than usual, to the point of idiocy. Dean would’ve laughed at him, if he’d seen that little display.

With a shake of his head, he started pulling out the gifts.

The cake was definitely homemade, and more than a little battered. The kid that’d dropped it off clearly hadn’t handled the package very carefully. With one finger, he took a swipe of some of the filling that was spilling out through a large crack in the cake, popping it into his mouth with a pleased hum. He wasn’t sure how Dean had figured out how to make that, but he’d certainly be asking for the recipe.

The pendant was admired for a few moments, before Jason slipped it on, tucking it under the collar of his shirt. The metal was cool against his skin, but it still made something warm and fuzzy bloom in his chest.

He set the fishing rod aside with a confused frown—that was random as all hell, but alright, sure. He’d take it.

The book, though. He had to just take a few minutes to admire it, after reading the note, because holy shit, the book. It was practically pristine, for being from 1919. Jason was a little scared to even open it, let alone read it, but goddamn if he didn’t fall just a little in love right then and there.

He was a bit worried about who all Dean had invited to this little birthday dinner. Doubted it’d just be the two of them, given how things had been going lately, but he also felt like he might be letting Dean down somehow if he didn’t go. He tapped a thumb against the cover of the book as he considered it, before sighing and rubbing a hand over his face.

What was even the point in that? He already knew he was going to go. Pretending to think it over was just a waste of time.

Still, if anyone sang, he might just throw hands.

@therebetterbepie

[storybounded]

I think I finally have s o m e t h i n g. I'm just going to copy/paste this from my Discord Convo with Twinnie, but I decided, until further notice, his hero verse will actually mainly be an x-men verse for now.

What if he discovered he had powers during an intense choreographed fight scene during a take. Scott didn't mean to. But he was SO in the zone as his character, that those feelings helped manifest his electrical powers - thinking he was in an actual dire situation. And he felt it during mid-punch. that weird and intense prickly sensation.so it threw him off and he ended up hurting the other actor with an electrified punch accidently rather than faking it out for the cameras. and the other actor was pretty hurt with so much voltage running through his system - to the point he needed to go to the hospital because maybe it messed with his heart. And everyone saw it. They got it on film. at first they couldn't comprehend what they just witnessed. Was it the special effects team ?? But Bolt's power's is computer generated and when they look back on the footage, it did indeed come from Scott. Scott horrified and shocked because what the hell was that all about?? what did he do?? Now he is probably in his late teens when this happened. An older kid, but a kid nevertheless. Maybe 15-16ish. People were kinda scared of him in that moment because they didn't know what to make of it. And I'm sure it did some incredible damage with his image towards the general public once the footage got leaked somehow... And this isn't the case of his parents not telling him anything. They didn't have a clue either. No one told them they had this running in their family. But maybe a long time ago, back during the world wars and such, they wanted to make super soldiers, and one person within the family-line got injected with this gene as an experiment. So this guy was altered, but it was all confidential and the like. His story never released to the public...But the gene was passed down But dormant at least until now. Thus it leads him going to be trained with the others who are like him at Xavier's School.... That's all I have for now BUT AT LEAST It'S SOMETHING.

[s1lv3rp4w3dc4t]

okay but did you read Orpheus and Eurydice yet. like actually.

copy pasted this from a website. listen to Chappelle Roan while you read, as a treat.

The story of Orpheus and Eurydice,

as told by Apollonius of Rhodes, Virgil and Ovid

(and retold by Edith Hamilton in Mythology)

Orpheus: "On his mother's side he was more than mortal. He was the son of one of the Muses and a Tracian prince. His mother gave him the gift of music and Thrace where he grew up fostered it. The Thracians were the most musical of the peoples of Greece. But Orpheus had no rival there or anywhere except the gods alone. There was no limit to his power when he played and sang. No one and nothing could resist him.

In the deep still woods upon the Thracian mountains

Orpheus with his singing lyre led the trees,

Led the wild beasts of the wilderness.

Everything animate and inanimate followed him. He moved the rocks on the hillside and turned the courses of the rivers....

When he first met and how he wooed the maiden he loved, Euridice, we are not told, but it is clear that no maiden he wanted could have resisted the power of his song. They were married, but their joy was brief. Directly after the wedding, as the bride walked in a meadow with her bridesmaids, a viper stung her and she died. Orpheus' grief was overwhelming. He could not endure it. He determined to go down to the world of death and try to bring Eurydice back. He said to himself,

With my song

I will charm Demeter's daughter,

I will charm the Lord of the Dead,

Moving their hearts with my melody.

I will bear her away from Hades.

He dared more than any other man ever dared for his love. He took the fearsome journey to the underworld. There he struck his lyre, and at the sound all that vast multitude were charmed to stillness....

O Gods who rule the dark and silent world,

To you all born of a woman needs must come.

All lovely things at last go down to you.

You are the debtor who is always paid.

A little while we tarry up on earth.

Then we are yours forever and forever.

But I seek one who came to you too soon.

The bud was plucked before the flower bloomed.

I tried to bear my loss. I could not bear it.

Love was too strong a god, O King, you know

If that old tale men tell is true, how once

The flowers saw the rape of Proserpine,

Then weave again for sweet Eurydice

Life's pattern that was taken from the loom

Too quick. See, I ask a little thing,

Only that you will lend, not give, her to me.

She shall be yours when her years' span is full.

No one under the spell of his voice could refuse him anything. He

Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek,

and made Hell grant what Love did seek.

They summoned Eurydice and gave her to him, but upon one condition: that he would not look back at her as she followed him, until they had reached the upper world. So the two passed through the great doors of Hades to the path which would take them out of the darkness, climbing up and up. He knew that she must be just behind him, but he longed unutterably to give one glance to make sure. But now they were almost there, the blackness was turning gray; now he had stepped out joyfully into the daylight. Then he turned to her. It was too soon; she was still in the cavern. He saw her in the dim light, and he held out his arms to clasp her; but on the instant she was gone. She had slipped back into the darkness. All he heard was one faint word, "Farewell."

Desperately he tried to rush after her and follow her down, but he was not allowed. The gods would not consent to his entering the world of the dead a second time, while he was still alive. He was forced to return to the earth alone, in utter desolation. Then he forsook the company of men. He wandered through the wild solitudes of Thrace, comfortless except for his lyre, playing, always playing, and the rocks and the rivers and the trees heard him gladly, his only companions. But at last a band of Maenads [women] came upon him....They slew the gentle musician, tearing him limb from limb, borne along past the river's mouth on to the Lesbian shore; nor had it suffered any change from the sea when the Muses found it and buried it in the sanctuary of the island. His limbs they gathered and placed in a tomb at the foot of Mount Olympus, and there to this day the nightingales sing more sweetly than anywhere else. "

Here is another version, taken from Thomas Bulfinch and retold by Juliana Podd in Encyclopedia Mythica.

Eurydice and Orpheus were young and in love. So deep was their love that they were practically inseparable. So dependent was their love that each felt they could not live without the other. These young lovers were very happy and spent their time frolicking through the meadows. One day Eurdice was gaily running through a meadow with Orpheus when she was bitten by a serpent. The poison of the sting killed her and she descended to Hades immediately.

Orpheus was son of the great Olympian god Apollo. In many ways Apollo was the god of music and Orpheus was blessed with musical talents. Orpheus was so sad about the loss of his love that he composed music to express the terrible emptiness which pervaded his every breath and movement. He was so desperate and found so little else meaningful, that he decided address Hades. As the overseer of the underworld, Hades heart had to be hard as steel, and so it was. Many approached Hades to beg for loved ones back and as many times were refused. But Orpheus' music was so sweet and so moving that it softened the steel hearted heart of Hades himself. Hades gave permission to Orpheus to bring Eurydice back to the surface of the earth to enjoy the light of day. There was only one condition--Orpheus was not to look back as he ascended. He was to trust that Eurydice was immediately behind him. It was a long way back up and just as Orpheus had almost finished that last part of the trek, he looked behind him to make sure Eurydice was still with him. At that very moment, she was snatched back because he did not trust that she was there. When you hear music which mourns lost love, it is Orpheus' spirit who guides the hand of the musicians who play it.

To study text of H. D.'s "Eurydice"

Posted by Ann Woodlief for ENGLISH 384, Fall 2001

cred: https://archive.vcu.edu/english/engweb/webtexts/eurydice/eurydicemyth.html

[kamiversee]

Upcoming Works! :)

This an official masterlist for my upcoming works!

The F*ck List was a wonderful story to complete & I’m excited to write another sooo, take a look through these & lmk which one you’d like me to focus on next! :3

The Better Brother (Guitarist!Choso x f!reader vs Boxer!Sukuna x f!reader)

When a night of drinking with your friends turns into a conversation about your nonexistent sex-life, you say you slept with the most random name to come to mind-- never expecting him to walk through the door moments later. Naturally, things only worsen for you when you eventually learn that this man is connected to your longtime unrequited crush.

Be My Cowboy (Cowboy!Gojo x f!reader)

A love story in which you fall for the infamous cowboy Gojo Satoru whose job was to protect you.

Sex For Business (The “Office” men of JJK x f!reader)

When you’re the epitome of sex-appeal, it’s easy for you to dominate the business world. Or at least, that was until you come across a specific company harder to climb to the top than others. Man after man– you know how to use and seduce them no problem. But for some reason, the men here are a bit more challenging than ones in the past. Especially the man whose position your arrival threatens; Nanami Kento.

Chase The Thrill (Geto x f!reader & Toji x f!reader)

By your senior year of College, you come to the realization that you’ve yet to experience even half of what you wished to within your College experience. This is to blame of your toxic older ex-boyfriend Toji Fushiguro, who was your first and only ever boyfriend that stripped you of all fun you wished to have. So when you decide to go out one night to live it up a little and somehow end up playing seven-minutes in heaven with some hot stranger, you don’t expect the name to show you an entirely new world in the most cliche way imaginable.

Not My Resident (Vampire!JJK Men x f!reader)

A JJK fanfic that takes place in the alternate universe of “Not My Neighbor”-- you knew they were doppelgängers but you didn’t care, they were hot. Plus, their human forms never batted an eyelash at you so, what’s so wrong with letting a few of them inside… of you.

No Strings Attached (Ino Takuma x f!reader)

According to others, fake dating your best friend always leads to a real relationship and eventual heartbreak but, you and Ino swore you two could pull it off with no real feelings involved.

Petals to Thorns (R. Shidou x f!reader & Sae x f!reader)

From young and innocent love to something complicated and ugly, Shidou Ryusei takes you to hell and back just to say those three stupid words to you. Then there’s Itoshi Sae who sweeps you off your feet the very second Shidou fucks up; who would you pick in the end?

Suck or Fuck (Vampire!JJK Men x f!reader)

They don’t call you the best detective around for no reason. While your methods may be a bit… unorthodox, people can’t say they don’t work. Human or Vampire, you always get your job done. So when crime rates in your city skyrocket; murders occurring around you, kidnappings, theft, and blatant Vampire attacks threaten your job– you make it your mission to get to the bottom of things... even if that involves sleeping with your suspects.

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[blurhawaii]

Yuletide 2023

dear yuletide writer,

hello and happy yuletide! thanks for checking out my letter even if you’re not my assigned writer and are just shopping around, welcome. all the prompts I offer here are just for fun—if you’ve got something else in mind, feel free to go for it.

also, sorry if this is a little more brief than my yuletide letters usually are, as I’m having to copy/paste a lot of this from my phone. I’ve asked for some of these fandoms in previous year tho, if you would like to check out my other letters.

likes:

dysfunctional relationships eg. codependency, messed up father/son dynamics, age differences, enemies to lovers, power imbalances.

vulnerability in men, uncertain intimacy.

UST, slow burn, first times.

supernatural/magical realism/cosmic horror. weird hints of it in an otherwise normal universe.

redemption arcs.

found family

loyalty kink. love it when trust is earned and kept.

praise kink.

open and honest communication between partners.

polyamory. it’s the journey of them getting together and making it work that’s interests me the most. or how a couple goes about bringing in a third person.

stories set in canon. or a divergence of canon. fix-it fics.

soulmate/soulmark fics. I’m mostly interested in unusual takes on these scenarios.

daemon AUs. i’m especially into the intimacy of touching/comforting each other’s daemons, them expressing thoughts they otherwise don’t say out loud.

dark/bleak fics. don’t be afraid to drag characters through the mud. happy endings are welcome but i like the struggle to get there.

I’m fine with anything gen to porn.

canon typical violence is fine and to be expected from my requests, honestly.

characters and the development of their relationships are more important to me than plot.

dislikes:

AUs that are completely disconnected from canon e.g. high school, coffee shop AUs.

established relationship, unless they are already together in canon.

crossovers.

genderbending.

feminisation of male characters.

fics that are entirely fluff.

A/B/O fics.

mpreg.

1st person fics (I have no problem with 2nd person fics tho if you feel like experimenting.)

The Departed (2006)

*Billy Costigan *Sean Dignam

Specific Likes:

dignam and his tough love attitude towards the job | billy’s increasing isolation | the codependency that forms between the person undercover and the person who knows the truth | dignam’s father/son dynamic with queenan contrasted against billy’s father/son dynamic with queenan | the idea that dignam was once an undercover who got out | how that could be both a hopeful thing and an irritant for billy to find out | the constant antagonism and fighting vs the rare moments when dignam softens around billy | good cop/bad cop dynamics | unexpected vulnerability | the weird loyalty that culminates with dignam killing sullivan

Prompts:

billy survives - anything that explores the angst of billy’s ‘where the hell were you when i needed you’ reaction following that ending, maybe dignam still kills sullivan and billy’s reaction to that, emphasis on the loyalty that implies.

i’ve wasted a lot of time thinking about the line ‘why don’t we meet up, sweetheart, let me buy you an ice cream,’ if you can write that into a believable, in character fic then you would earn my eternal respect and gratitude.

daemon AU & soulmate AU - these interest me because i wonder how they would work in a universe where someone goes undercover, how billy & dignam could lie about it or even use it to their advantage.

time loop/groundhog day fic - there are so many ways this film could go better or worse, i’d love to see them even if they don’t end the happiest

Bone Tomahawk (2015)

*Arthur O’Dwyer *Samantha O’Dwyer *John Brooder

Specific Likes:

the dry and brutal nature of westerns | brooder being a weird, vain, loner, dandy man type who is rude to pretty much everyone except the o’dwyers | the way brooder is nothing but respectful towards samantha despite being rejected by her in the past, and is quick to hold himself responsible for putting her in danger once she’s been taken | samantha’s competency as a doctor being a not-so-secret thing around town | arthur and brooder not being pitted against each other | arthur actually being a sap for his wife | arthur trusting brooder to escort his wife while joking about no flirtations | arthur being the only one to ever call him ‘john’ and brooder exclusively referring to arthur as ‘cowboy’ | brooder helping arthur down off his horse | the possibility of so much hurt/comfort, both physical and emotional post film, providing they all survive.

Prompts:

anything pre-film - the mentioned rejection, how they might interact on a day-to-day basis in bright hope, how they reached this weird and respectful level of fondness, how outsiders might view the three of them.

brooder lives AU - maybe they find him not quite dead and all three return home, maybe for convenience sake samantha sets brooder up in their home to recover, so she can tend to him and arthur at the same time.

something that explores brooder having to come to terms and live with the amputation of his hand, considering how vain he is. he explicitly states he’d rather die than live like that, so maybe the o’dwyers help him through it.

From (2022)

*Jade Herrera *Jim Matthews *Tabitha Matthews

Specific Likes:

jade herrera, this weed smoking, bisexual, arrogant rich man in his capri pants + open shirts, his cardigans + kitty cat shirt, his dark hair + big brown eyes | pushing people away, telling them to fuck off, then immediately coming back like a too proud cat | being manhandled | bursting into people’s homes uninvited while ranting about his theories| the town’s ‘what the hell is wrong with this guy?’ reactions | surprising violin skills and his willingness to play for victor | not talking down to ethan | the affectionate nicknames of ‘tea cups’ and ‘sparkplug’ | the way jade softens around maternal characters like tian-chen and tabitha | always believing he’s the smartest man in the room, with the mileage varying | offering up so many facts about himself and his past freely, and maybe even needily | jade carving a space out for himself within the liu household, and then later the matthews family | being one of the few to ask the real question of ‘what the fuck is a cromenockle?’ | characters being trapped in places overnight, being forced to interact | a town they cannot escape | being completely driven by finding the truth | the supernatural horror/creatures being lumped in with the mundane day-to-day life | prophetic drawings | mysterious symbols | characters sharing strange visions | their nightmares becoming reality | jade going down into that cave not just to find answers but because he thinks it might save julie | jade just being a very erratic man that needs a firm hand every now and then

Prompts:

as i’ve just shotgun blasted all my thoughts above, à la homer simpson’s make-up gun, my prompts are gonna be a little more wide spread. my interest lies largely with jade and the various ways he does and does not fit into this town and the other residents.

for a guy with such a horny and bisexual introduction, his hyperfixations have mostly been on figuring out the town. but what if he poured that same focus into trying to get laid?

jade/jim & jade/tabitha - jade sort of bonds with them both. calling jim ‘tea cups’, having someone around who understands tech jargon, building something together, and i’m thinking about what’s going to happen in s3 with jim now that tabitha is suddenly gone. love the mystery solving team jade forms with tabitha, the shared visions with the children, conversations had in kitchens at night. love all these characters still desperately looking for a way out. there’s also the fact that they all arrived in town on the same day, whatever importance that may have.

jade/jim/tabitha - what better way to fix a troubled marriage than bonding over a shared annoyance of being attracted to this horrible, rich asshole who is weirdly charming and keeps forcing his company onto them both? because, come on, from season 2, they are all living under the same cramped roof. maybe the best way to get jade to chill out is for them both to just wreck him, giving jade that firm hand he so often needs.

Indiana Jones Series

*Jurgen Voller *Klaber

Specific Likes:

the loyal right hand man who is devoted to his employer | the shield of muscle that protects the intellectual | wordless communication | trying to learn german and being very bad at it | accent kink | time travel done right and time travel done very wrong | treasure hunting | knowledge of ancient history and mythology | klaber helping voller across the wooden bridge | klaber taking the gun from voller’s hand and voller letting him | klaber referring to voller as ‘boss’ | klaber insisting that people refer to voller as ‘doctor’ | the entire opposites attract vibe they have | taking pleasure in just being evil | klaber being a trigger happy psycho on a very short leash | terrible moustaches | motorcycle chases | their feedback loop of arrogance culminating in their own failure and death | surreptitiously shut doors in hotel rooms | assuming other identities | villainous smoking | age difference

Prompts:

first: while i do find it somewhat interesting that voller’s plan was actually to kill hitler and become a better leader through the war, i would rather there be little to no politics in any fic i might get. definitely no glorifying of nazi ideologies, please.

time travel gone wrong - i think it's more interesting to believe any slight variation of the coordinates could have spit them out at a very different time, past or future. feel free to go wild with that, the idea of them surviving the crash or successfully parachuting out and being trapped in time.

any exploration of klaber’s loyalty towards voller, how they reached this level of trust, able to give and follow orders wordlessly. maybe expand on a scene or add in a missing scene. klaber is very tactile throughout the film and i find it very interesting that voller allows this.

an exchange of knowledge - voller attempting to teach klaber german, or bettering his understanding of history, astrophysics, man landing on the moon, or just the moment when he explains the antikythera and its supposed use. set against klaber teaching voller more practical things like weapons, hand-to-hand self defence, disarming techniques. there’s just something about the contrast of brain and brawn.

+ and as a final note, i would be very happy and very grateful for any treats. :)

[rjalker]

okay on desktop now so let me copy and paste this whole speech that was too long to get copied on my phone. Imagine being at the movie theaters and hearing this conversation going on in front of you.

Extra paragraph breaks added for accessability

and then Roger de Salnis, who was still looking at Madame de Mascaret through his opera glasses, said: “It is almost incredible that that woman can have had seven children!”

“Yes, in eleven years; after which, when she was thirty, she refused to have any more, in order to take her place in society, which she seems likely to do for many years.”

“Poor women!”

“Why do you pity them?”

“Why? Ah! my dear fellow, just consider! Eleven years in a condition of motherhood for such a woman! What a hell! All her youth, all her beauty, every hope of success, every poetical ideal of a brilliant life sacrificed to that abominable law of reproduction which turns the normal woman into a mere machine for bringing children into the world.”

“What would you have? It is only Nature!”

“Yes, but I say that Nature is our enemy, that we must always fight against Nature, for she is continually bringing us back to an animal state. "You may be sure that God has not put anything on this earth that is clean, pretty, elegant or accessory to our ideal; the human brain has done it. "It is man who has introduced a little grace, beauty, unknown charm and mystery into creation by singing about it, interpreting it, by admiring it as a poet, idealizing it as an artist and by explaining it through science, doubtless making mistakes, but finding ingenious reasons, hidden grace and beauty, unknown charm and mystery in the various phenomena of Nature. "God created only coarse beings, full of the germs of disease, who, after a few years of bestial enjoyment, grow old and infirm, with all the ugliness and all the want of power of human decrepitude. He seems to have made them only in order that they may reproduce their species in an ignoble manner and then die like ephemeral insects. "I said reproduce their species in an ignoble manner and I adhere to that expression. "What is there as a matter of fact more ignoble and more repugnant than that act of reproduction of living beings, against which all delicate minds always have revolted and always will revolt? Since all the organs which have been invented by this economical and malicious Creator serve two purposes, why did He not choose another method of performing that sacred mission, which is the noblest and the most exalted of all human functions? "The mouth, which nourishes the body by means of material food, also diffuses abroad speech and thought. Our flesh renews itself of its own accord, while we are thinking about it. "The olfactory organs, through which the vital air reaches the lungs, communicate all the perfumes of the world to the brain: the smell of flowers, of woods, of trees, of the sea. "The ear, which enables us to communicate with our fellow men, has also allowed us to invent music, to create dreams, happiness, infinite and even physical pleasure by means of sound! "But one might say that the cynical and cunning Creator wished to prohibit man from ever ennobling and idealizing his intercourse with women. "Nevertheless man has found love, which is not a bad reply to that sly Deity, and he has adorned it with so much poetry that woman often forgets the sensual part of it. "Those among us who are unable to deceive themselves have invented vice and refined debauchery, which is another way of laughing at God and paying homage, immodest homage, to beauty.

“But the normal man begets children just like an animal coupled with another by law.

“Look at that woman! Is it not abominable to think that such a jewel, such a pearl, born to be beautiful, admired, feted and adored, has spent eleven years of her life in providing heirs for the Comte de Mascaret?”

Bernard Grandin replied with a laugh: “There is a great deal of truth in all that, but very few people would understand you.”

Salnis became more and more animated. “Do you know how I picture God myself?” he said. “As an enormous, creative organ beyond our ken, who scatters millions of worlds into space, just as one single fish would deposit its spawn in the sea. He creates because it is His function as God to do so, but He does not know what He is doing and is stupidly prolific in His work and is ignorant of the combinations of all kinds which are produced by His scattered germs. "The human mind is a lucky little local, passing accident which was totally unforeseen, and condemned to disappear with this earth and to recommence perhaps here or elsewhere the same or different with fresh combinations of eternally new beginnings. "We owe it to this little lapse of intelligence on His part that we are very uncomfortable in this world which was not made for us, which had not been prepared to receive us, to lodge and feed us or to satisfy reflecting beings, and we owe it to Him also that we have to struggle without ceasing against what are still called the designs of Providence, when we are really refined and civilized beings.”

Grandin, who was listening to him attentively as he had long known the surprising outbursts of his imagination, asked him: “Then you believe that human thought is the spontaneous product of blind divine generation?”

“Naturally! A fortuitous function of the nerve centres of our brain, like the unforeseen chemical action due to new mixtures and similar also to a charge of electricity, caused by friction or the unexpected proximity of some substance, similar to all phenomena caused by the infinite and fruitful fermentation of living matter.

“But, my dear fellow, the truth of this must be evident to any one who looks about him. If the human mind, ordained by an omniscient Creator, had been intended to be what it has become, exacting, inquiring, agitated, tormented—so different from mere animal thought and resignation—would the world which was created to receive the beings which we now are have been this unpleasant little park for small game, this salad patch, this wooded, rocky and spherical kitchen garden where your improvident Providence had destined us to live naked, in caves or under trees, nourished on the flesh of slaughtered animals, our brethren, or on raw vegetables nourished by the sun and the rain?

“But it is sufficient to reflect for a moment, in order to understand that this world was not made for such creatures as we are. "Thought, which is developed by a miracle in the nerves of the cells in our brain, powerless, ignorant and confused as it is, and as it will always remain, makes all of us who are intellectual beings eternal and wretched exiles on earth.

“Look at this earth, as God has given it to those who inhabit it. Is it not visibly and solely made, planted and covered with forests for the sake of animals? What is there for us? Nothing. And for them, everything, and they have nothing to do but to eat or go hunting and eat each other, according to their instincts, for God never foresaw gentleness and peaceable manners; He only foresaw the death of creatures which were bent on destroying and devouring each other. "Are not the quail, the pigeon and the partridge the natural prey of the hawk? the sheep, the stag and the ox that of the great flesh-eating animals, rather than meat to be fattened and served up to us with truffles, which have been unearthed by pigs for our special benefit?

“As to ourselves, the more civilized, intellectual and refined we are, the more we ought to conquer and subdue that animal instinct, which represents the will of God in us. "And so, in order to mitigate our lot as brutes, we have discovered and made everything, beginning with houses, then exquisite food, sauces, sweetmeats, pastry, drink, stuffs, clothes, ornaments, beds, mattresses, carriages, railways and innumerable machines, besides arts and sciences, writing and poetry. "Every ideal comes from us as do all the amenities of life, in order to make our existence as simple reproducers, for which divine Providence solely intended us, less monotonous and less hard.

“Look at this theatre. Is there not here a human world created by us, unforeseen and unknown to eternal fate, intelligible to our minds alone, a sensual and intellectual distraction, which has been invented solely by and for that discontented and restless little animal, man?

“Look at that woman, Madame de Mascaret. God intended her to live in a cave, naked or wrapped up in the skins of wild animals. But is she not better as she is? "But, speaking of her, does any one know why and how her brute of a husband, having such a companion by his side, and especially after having been boorish enough to make her a mother seven times, has suddenly left her, to run after bad women?”

[timperi-fan]

"Little Talks" by Of Monsters and Men

WHY? + I think of this song with Timmy as the female vocalist and Peri as the male. It's a song about depression, and how it can weigh down on your relationships. It makes me think about Timmy struggling with his approaching eighteenth birthday, and Peri struggling to be there for him as best he can.

Despite the male singer's (Peri's) reassurances, though, the song doesn't have a happy ending.

Now you're gone, gone, gone away, I watched you disappear / All that's left is the ghost of you / Now we're torn, torn, torn apart, there's nothing we can do / Just let me go, we'll meet again soon

I don't think I have to explain why this song makes me think about Timmy's inevitable memory loss. The "old and empty house" line at the beginning makes me think of Timmy's life before (and after) his fairy family brightened things up.

"Amnesia" by 5 Seconds of Summer

WHY? + I feel like this song's inclusion in this playlist was inevitable. Even if you don't look at it through a romantic lense, it's so perfect for Timmy. I mean, look at this shit:

If what we had was real, how could you be fine? / Cause I'm not fine at all / I remember the day you told me you were leaving / I remember the makeup running down your face / And the dreams you left behind, you didn't need them / Just like every single wish we ever made

I could go on, but I would literally just be copy-pasting the whole song 😭 Everyone just listen to this song and cry over Timmy and Peri with me.

"Hurts Like Hell" by Fleurie

WHY? + I feel like this song's inclusion in the playlist can be summarized with one line from the chorus: "I loved, and I loved, and I lost you."

Really, what else needs to be said?

As a bonus, though, this will be touched on later in ILITAYH, but it involves the line, "I don't want them to know the way I loved you. I don't think they'd understand it, no. I don't think they would accept me." Specifically, this goes with my headcanon that Peri, at the ripe age of seven, essentially had to mourn Timmy alone, because other fairies do not understand why he would care so much about a human.

Growing up, he heard a lot of, "you were practically raised on the job, what were you expecting?" and, "you're still hung up over a human?" and things of the like. Hence why Peri represses his feelings so, so much even as an adult.

But we don't have time to get into all of that right now!!! Moving on.

"Please Don't Say You Love Me" by Gabrielle Aplin

WHY? + This is an easy one, haha! This song is actually from Peri's and Timmy's POV :)

While, yes, on the surface, this song is a perfect fit for Peri's struggle with his feelings for his brother, I think it actually works way better for Timmy. He's at a place in his life when Peri meets him where he doesn't really think that love is for him.

He's had so many casual and bad relationships, and he feels (like something's missing, like someone is missing, like he's trying to fill his empty spaces with someone, anyone, but none of them fit right, something (someone) was taken from him, that must be the case, why else would he be so broken, so incapable of trusting and loving?) really good about Peri, for once!

But even though Timmy is crazy about him, he doesn't use the word "love." Once bitten, twice shy and all that. He's not ready to admit that this is real, yet.

"I Wanna Be Yours" by Arctic Monkeys

WHY? + This song as well as its place in the playlist is more of a... Not quite a "love" song, but a desire song.

I chose it to showcase how Peri wants to be in Timmy's life, in whatever form he can. He wants to be Timmy's: Timmy's friend, Timmy's brother, Timmy's lover — whatever he can get. Whatever Timmy will give him.

That, and I think that all of the "I want to be your *insert object*" lines are really funny from the POV of a shape-shifting species, haha. Timmy in an alternate universe wondering when he acquired so many purple objects.

"Pink in the Night" by Mitski

WHY? + Okay, firstly, every time I use a song with pink/purple in the lyrics/title, it's 100% on purpose.

Secondly, how could I not include this song?? IT'S SO BEAUTIFUL.

It's a song about second and third and fourth chances, and it's so soft and tender, it's falling back to the same person over and over again. It is PERFECT for Timmy and Peri's relationship towards the middle of ILITAYH.

Ever since I first heard, "And I know I kissed you before, but I didn't do it right / Can I try again, try again, try again? / Try again and again and again?" I haven't been the same.

"Rewrite The Stars" by Zac Efron & Zendaya

WHY? + This is one of the songs that's more for vibes than because it's actually applicable to the narrative. I love imagining Timmy as the male singer and Peri as the female singer, contrasting Timmy's desire to push for what he wants, even if there's rules in the way, just like he did as a kid, with Peri's hopelessness and resignation.

It works for them even if it's not in a romantic context. I think Peri's already lost Timmy once before, and the idea of putting himself out there — risking losing Timmy again? — even just the thought is cripplingly terrifying.

OKAY I'M DONE NOW

If you read all of this, I love you 😭 Sorry, I just have SO MUCH TO SAY about the playlist I made for them!!

FEEL FREE TO CHECK IT OUT IF MY RAMBLING INTRIGUED YOU

Your timperi playlist is so good!!!! I wasn't expecting some of the song choices but they fit so well???? and it was fun trying to guess from wich pov they were and how they fit in the fic's story.

Its a little silly, but I got a bit excited when I played the songs that I already knew, thinking of them in the context of this ship/fic. Like, little talks??? amnesia??? HURTS LIKE HELL???? PLEASE DON'T SAY YOU LOVE ME????? I WANNA ME YOURS????? PINK!!! IN!!! THE!!! NIGHT!!!?????

I'm truly obsessed with this playlist <3

Also, Rewrite the Stars being there made me think of that one scene people used to redraw as their own ships when the movie first came out (I think it was Zack Efron and Zendaya's characters first meeting, idk I haven't actually seen the movie xD) and I couldn't help thinking about Timmy and Peri in that scene, someone should draw that *winkwink*

Also! The cover art is really cute, could you tell me where you found it?

(also!! i just saw your new post about ILITAYH and i'm. so. excited!!! -especially for the horniness and the tears ;) )

Link to the playlist.

Thank you so much, anon!! 🥺 I spent DAYS getting that playlist exactly perfect (instead of actually writing the fic, whoops) so I am so glad to see others enjoying it!!

Some songs are from Timmy's POV, some are from both, but most of them are Peri's. He's the main character, after all.

The playlist has a couple of different "sections." The first eight songs fall under Part 1: Brothers, which is all before Timmy lost his memory. Hence why these songs gradually get more melancholy, despite being tinged with hope, as the inevitable approaches.

Part 2: Alone, is... Exactly what it sounds like. These songs on the playlist get more depressing as Peri's explosive grief simmers into a constant state of depression over time. These songs do follow the five stages of grief very loosely — but I have a specific song in mind to fit "acceptance." See if you can guess which one it is :)

Part 3: Strangers, is the part of the playlist where Timmy and Peri meet again, as adults. I don't have a clearly defined point where this bleeds into Part 4: Friends, or a point where it becomes Part 5: Love. I guess that's okay, though! It suits them, because Peri and Timmy couldn't define those stages of their relationship if you asked them, either, lol!

A lot of the songs in the middle of the playlist are more for ~vibes~ than story beats. A lot of the "I don't want to be in love with you" type songs are meant to represent Peri's inner turmoil... But in the fic proper, he's repressing the hell out of those thoughts! He experiences the denial and the self-hatred and the regret all at once, after his relationship with Timmy reaches a point where Peri can no longer deny it :)

The mutual pining part of the playlist is my favorite! See this stretch of songs? ↓↓

These are actually POV switches! They go from Peri to Timmy to Peri to Timmy etc for a while, as they both grapple (or, in Timmy's case, don't grapple) with their feelings. It's so fun having Peri's sadder, longing, soulful songs about desire and struggling to accept that right next to Timmy's upbeat, bouncing songs about how they are perfect together and he wants Peri so bad, haha 💕

Part 6: Together settles towards the end, filled with love songs that become softer as they bleed into the "epilogue" of the playlist, Part 7: Forever.

Timmy and Peri's relationship in ILITAYH will not go this smoothly, ha! Nor will it necessarily end how the playlist implies that it does. But there are some hints in the last two songs as to how the fic will conclude :)

But, yeah >_< I can literally ramble about every single song on that playlist and how it relates to TimPeri. Do not feel silly, anon, I promise that not only am I more deranged about them than you, but I am beyond happy to have someone as excited about this playlist as I am!!