#no he doesn't have a last name lol

[tezzbot]

Out of context bits and pieces for a silly little Sonic Undergorund AU bc it's buzzing around in my head rn hehe

[camellcat]

lose my mind every time the doctor takes rose's last name in fics. brilliant, amazing, splendid, absolutely perfect.

like, what do you MEAN she'd be the one to change her last name? he doesn't even HAVE a bloody name like us! plus, she's rose tyler. you think he's going to want that to be different? it's the doctor and rose tyler in the tardis (or I suppose whatever they do in pete's world, but that's still the doctor and rose tyler having their new adventure)!!

she's rose tyler and he is whatever-he-wants tyler. end of discussion. the whole pond diabolical should've been clue enough imo

[cassowariess]

I'm sure it's been written to death at some point in this fandom, but I'm new, so I'm thinking of all the ways Nacho Varga's ghost haunts Breaking Bad.

The most obvious one- Hector in the chair.

Tuco screaming: "You never, NEVER trust the ones you love!!!" When he thinks Gonzo has betrayed him. (Also, side note- We all know Tuco's aggression gets worse on drugs, but I bet Nacho's betrayal made him even more paranoid).

Fring's "I don't find fear to be a very effective motivator" said word for word to him by Mike when he's trying to argue Varga's corner.

Also the reason Fring takes Jesse in.

I think the main reason Gus killed Victor was he got himself seen at the crime scene in BB but I think BCS probably added an additional layer because Gus was probably pissed Victor shot a hole in Nacho's stomach. I know he ordered them to shoot him in the shoulder, but I find it difficult to believe someone as careful as Gus would order something as risky as a stomach wound which would kill his valuable mole. Victor getting caught at Gale's apartment was probably the Final Straw.

Jimmy yelling: "It wasn't me, it was Ignacio!" at Walt and Jesse when they kidnap him. (Yeah, I know this one is backwards because Nacho and Lalo's characters were born from this line, but I'm still including it).

Mike's reluctant attachment to Jesse, even though he initially tries to be aloof towards him. But then Jesse starts stomping around in his leather jacket with his shaved head and acting very bitchy and Mike is like 🙃 🥲

Mike getting shot in the side, in a car, just like Nacho was.

The one instance everyone quotes that I don't think is about Nacho, even retroactively: Mike's "I had a guy" line. I think Mike is just pissed because Victor was a more efficient/ patient coworker than Jesse.

On a lighter note, I find it funny that during the whole tragic Nacho arc, Walt was probably at home eating meatloaf.

[hylialeia]

you don't get it. she loved him once. she didn't have a maester, she had a brother. he sold their mother's crown to keep them fed. he said Dany, please. she loved him, once.

[callmesel]

Has anyone draw Elon Musk pregnant yet?

I've only found good ganser of that man and I'm a bit surprised there's no crack ship fanart of him. There is like a handful of gacha edits of Elon x Trump (or maybe my fyp is just fucked up) so I kind of expected fanart. But there isn't.

Or it can be Trump with Elon, like, I don't judge. They can be switch. It just that on the fach edits Elon is like the bottom and stuff so I just wanna see if there's any

I deleted X a while back so I can't check there.

[alumi-san]

Jinx, Ekko, Ezreal, and Lux would have been an amazing quartet. Just saying

[kickedin17]

So I've been privately quite resistant to the theory/read that clancy is being possessed through all of this and that's why he's acting the way he is. I've been ruminating on it more & I pinned down that the reason for that, the thing for me, is like. This album cycle so far has effectively served as reclamation for clancy - of his name, his life, the people and things that matter to him. Lyrically the album details a person resisting the urge to fall back into old harmful habits and isolate himself, which clancy does (with at least some self-awareness) by "overcompensating." We knew from the start of this era he was willing to do whatever it took to remain himself and to take down dema and end the cycle.

Obviously we still don't know exactly what happened after the end of the paladin mv. In my opinion we also don't know what Exactly last night meant either other than that clancy has drifted somewhere dangerous and maybe irretrievable (though I highly doubt that), and that he simultaneously seems to be crying out for help. Maybe all that means he has been seized this entire time or is dead already or whatever whatever. In My Opinion though, I think it's just the less logical conclusion to jump to because what does that leave us exactly? A clancy who once again has been stripped of agency. A clancy who, once again, is defined almost entirely by the perceptions and movements of the bishops or the banditos or whoever else thinks they have claim over him and his name and his face and his message. For him to come out of the gates swinging so hard but ultimately end up in the same place he started is maybe *realistic* if we are talking about literal cycles of addiction or mental illness, but we've already been exploring that for the last 10 years on 3 albums prior to this, and that's not what clancy (album/era) has been doing or saying to me. This is a person who is fighting so hard not to repeat the cycle that they go too far. They self destruct. They know there are people waiting for them to be better and they're trying, but it's a big fucking ask, isn't it? It's so hard to find balance, if that's something you've never had before. It's so hard to get it right.

Outside of my personal clancy/blurryface dichotomy theory (which I think explains why his shirt is sometimes black - it's blurryface, not necessarily clancy being smeared (unless you assume those two states are one and the same which on a separate meta level they probably are but getting into that is going to add like 3 more paragraphs to this)) - I believe clancy has been himself, unequivocally, through this whole era so far. I believe last night he was cognizant and chose to push the torchbearer away, maybe because he lost trust in him due to paranoid self sabotage, maybe to try to protect him because clancy is also aware that he's on a crash course but cannot find the brakes anymore (the line). Maybe some combination of both.

Also worth noting - his letter about "absolute power" did not anywhere say that he wanted to be a bishop. It sounds more like he wants to be a king (of a kingdom swingin on a swing etc etc). Whatever he's trying to turn dema into I think it will be different, even if it's ultimately just as toxic. We know, and he knows, he can simply destroy it all (bandito/overcompensate), but that's also hard. It's so so hard. I don't know how many of us ever actually make it that far - I know I never have. I think that's probably what he went in intending to do but it doesn't seem like that's where we've actually ended up.

The cycle might repeat again, and maybe (my fingeys crossed) take us back to blurryface somehow for its 10th anniversary, but I think it's going to be different this time. We aren't going back to jumpsuit/the start of the trench era. We aren't going back to how things were during sai. These concerts were intended to be flashbacks, memories, "reminding us why we fight." Reminding clancy why he's doing what he's about to do. Which is different than whatever he's done before. Whether or not this "sounds like an ending" (it doesn't), I think this is something new. That doesn't mean it's something Good. But we don't quite know that yet, either.

In short and to try to make this probably incoherent post more coherent: To Me (and I could be wrong, I've been wrong before) it is still clancy, just like it was always clancy. Whatever he's going through and whatever he becomes are because of his own actions. Not the bishops, not the banditos, not torchbearer. Him. And isn't that so much more tragic? And so much more real?

[slime-crafters]

Out of all the people to hate in Pelican Town (cough pierre cough), hating Demetrius seems like a wild choice

[hailtothepumpkinqueen]

Oops! All Shanes lmao

[liamrrys]

made a modern!au landing page for my own reference, but wanted to share a sneaky peek <33

[cementcornfield]

Cincinnati can do this right? Like this is not a case of "oh man we can really only afford to pay one of these guys." Like if they want to keep three of these guys in the building, it's expensive, but they can do that?

Yes, they could do it. I mean everyone brings up the fact that they are cash poor compared to other teams. But every team has ways of structuring contracts. The Bengals are very unique where they only usually guarantee the first year, they give you very large signing bonuses. They did change that precedent a little bit with Joe Burrow. But if they wanna do this, they could do it. And I think they should realize, and I think Joe Burrow has put that pressure on them to realize that, we're in a situation right now where we have good players and we could compete and we're letting good players out of the building. And we cannot let this happen. They've changed their business fashion over here over the last couple years where they've changed the naming right and they've built a new locker room and they've done different things to get better. The one thing they haven't changed yet is the way they handle contracts. So if they're willing to change the structures where they're willing to spread out the guarantees a little more instead of doing this one big lump sum payment. They could definitely make it happen and make it a little bit easier instead of having this problem with the cash every single year and giving it out in year one so heavy and not doing the rest of the years.

So there's ways of doing this and if they're willing to break precedent, it could become even easier. But every team is able to do it. I mean, Joe Burrow brought up the Eagles example. That is a very extreme one, but they should at least be able to get to the middle point of where the NFL is when it comes to their cash spending and the way they're able to handle the salary cap and restructure contracts. Like they don't do it that much, and if they're willing to do it, they'd be able to get all these guys under contract and make it happen. So, we'll see if they change it. I know that the pressure has gotten to them. The Joe Burrow stuff...Joe Burrow's a very private guy, the fact that he's willing to go out there and become public...and like he doesn't need to go to Media Row and be sponsored by Fedex. He has enough money. He's doing it because he wants to get the message across publicly. So, he's been doing it just to get the message across and I think it's gotten across. But now it's time to actually get these deals done and we'll see if they do.

[rainbow-flavoured-skittles]

the ninja's reactions to Cole in the the full oni au

Jay - absolutely terrified. he's the one Cole tried to attack when they first met, so he's very wary and keeps a good distance away

Kai - suspicious and plotting Cole's murder. he warms up after the whole Garmadon fiasco

Zane - they're besties! them being the only two non-humans in the first realm leads to them bonding

Nya - she first sees him helping fight Garmadon, so her first impression is pretty good. it helps that he was insulting Garmadon all the way to prison

Lloyd - extremely hopeful that Cole can teach him about oni, since Mystake is gone and Garmadon imprisoned. they steal junk food from the kitchen together

[feline-evil]

Dick or no dick confirmation Pickles was always going to be trans to me anyways; if he's swingin' somethin that's phallo babes, if he's not then his t-dick fat. What's not to get.

[camellcat]

had an idea while in the shower...

hiccup - buffy toothless - spike astrid - faith stormfly - drusilla tuffnut & ruffnut - xander & willow barf & belch - harmony & jesse fishlegs - kendra meatlug - ? snotlout - cordelia hookfang - wesley stoick - giles gobber - jenny valka - joyce cloudjumper - angel

y'all pickin up what I'm putting down here?

[anon-apple]

Hot Soup and Soft Bread 7

Table of Contents and Synopsis <- Chapter 6 Read on WordPress

Chapter 7: Instant Noodles with an Egg I

This was the last day Zhong Qiuyan had to work the night shift. It was 6pm, not yet time for his shift, and Qiuyan had been sitting in the hair salon where Da Yu worked. After Da Yu finished washing someone's hair, he came to sit by his side and asked, “What’s your problem? You’re not here to help out the shop, but instead to just sit here?”

Qiuyan propped up his arms on his knees and said, “My thoughts keep running wild when I’m by myself.” 

Da Yu replied: “What kind of thoughts is your brain capable of having?”

Qiuyan gave him the same old reply: “You won’t understand.” Da Yu almost kicked him out of the salon.

When it was almost dinner time, Liu Xiaoying called Qiuyan to tell him that Zhou Cunqu hadn’t eaten anything the whole day. Xiaoying interrogated Qiuyan: “I saw you coming out of his room this morning.”

Qiuyan yelled with guilt: “I didn’t do anything!”

Xiaoying, anxious, yelled back: “Then what’s wrong with Cunqu? How come he’s all listless and refusing to eat again?”

Qiuyan got into his car and rushed to Qin Qin Homeland. When he opened Cunqu’s door, he was sitting against the bed and reading a book like usual. Qiuyan scratched his head and asked, “Ge, are you hungry? Liu Xiaoying said you haven’t eaten anything today.”

Cunqu looked up at him and shook his head, replying, “I don’t have much appetite.”

Qiuyan sat down at the foot of the bed and nervously wrung his hands. He stuttered: “I, last night, I, I don’t know what came over me. Maybe, I just saw you and…how do I say this.” 

Cunqu shut his book and said, “You are thinking too much. It’s just that when I thought about Jiang Liangyu, thought about that time of my life, it's as if the dread has returned. And I can’t eat because of it.”

Immediately after telling Qiuyan, he didn’t feel like it was a big deal. But when the memories gained detail and clarity, a wave of powerlessness overwhelmed him again. He felt like he couldn’t stand up. He felt like he couldn’t do anything. 

Qiuyan wanted to persuade Cunqu to eat something, but his own stomach rumbled in hunger. He said: “I want to eat instant noodles, you want some?”

Cunqu replied, “I don’t.”

After fifteen minutes, Qiuyan forcibly dragged Cunqu out to the dining table. Two bowls of fragrant, steaming noodles were placed on the table. Xiaoying, wearing presbyopic glasses, sat at the writing desk in the living room practicing her calligraphy. She grumbled, “What nutritional value do instant noodles have.”

Qiuyan retorted, “Who cares about nutrition when eating instant noodles?” He turned his head and smiled at Cunqu, saying: “There is only one egg left in Liu Xiaoying's stock. I reluctantly yield this one fried egg to you. All you have to do is say ‘thank you.’”

Cunqu’s hands were lowered; he still felt like he had no appetite. But Qiuyan sat next to him and unhesitantly started to slurp his noodles. After he ate two mouthfuls he suddenly stood up and took out a plate of soy sauce braised beef from the fridge. “Now there’s nutrition,” he said.

Cunqu watched him eat for a while, then he moved his chopsticks to eat at last.

Xiaoying sat by the writing desk and looked at her small dining table. Qiuyan ate for a bit, then he placed two pieces of braised beef on top of Cunqu’s noodles. He instructed, “You have to immerse the fried egg into the soup, that way it can soak up all the flavor.”  

Cunqu felt a bit exasperated, but he did as he said. The two of them ate their noodles with lowered heads. Xiaoying turned her gaze away towards the window. After a while, she covered her eyes. 

--

Nowadays, Qiuyan would wait in front of the residential community’s main entrance, and Cunqu would slowly be able to make his way over by himself. Qiuyan asked him if he wanted to walk down Breadfruit Tree Street. Cunqu nodded in agreement.

The Qin Qin Homeland residential community was located in the older part of the city. The newer areas have already been filled with multi-functional complexes, but the old city still looked as it always did. Recently, because of some international competition hosted nearby, the parts facing the streets have been undergoing renovations. The 24-hour convenience store at the crosswalk was still open. Every day past midnight, the employee would see two men aimlessly meandering down the street. They would reach the crosswalk and turn back around. He just thought them bizarre. Qiuyan quite enjoyed this part of his day. It was like there were only the two of them and this singular convenience store in the whole world. Cunqu would intermittently say something. Sometimes he would tell Qiuyan about the book he was reading. He told him that in the language of the Aché people, the words for “to be born” and “to descend” were both ‘waa.’ Therefore a child’s birth was thought of as a landing. As though the child had arduously flown and descended here from a distant place. 

Cunqu always talked about things like this with his eyes lowered and his tone indifferent. After walking back and forth twice, he would pant and say he was tired. And their walk would end there for the day. Qiuyan accompanied Cunqu to the front door of the fifth floor of Building No.3. When Cunqu took out his keys, Qiuyan discovered that for some reason, he started to experience a feeling akin to disappointment. This type of feeling that was like, oh, our walk today ended already. 

Qiuyan leaned against the corner wall of the staircase, his hands stuffed into his pants pockets, and called out: “Ge.”

Cunqu turned around. But Qiuyan didn’t have anything to say. So he shifted this way and that going “mmh” and  “uhhh” until he finally said, “Goodnight.” 

Cunqu smiled at him.

That night, Qiuyan drove home and sat in his car downstairs for who knows how long. Cunqu sent him a text: Did you arrive home yet? Qiuyan was so excited that he ran up to his apartment taking 3 stairs at a time. He then replied: I’ve arrived.

After he sent the message, he flopped on the couch and waited for Cunqu’s reply. But after a long time, he still hadn’t sent anything. Qiuyan flipped himself around and lay on his back turning his phone screen off and then back on again. His messages still showed only that one Did you arrive home yet? Qiuyan sat upright and shouted: “I’ve arrived, damn, I’ve arrived. Then what?” 

The next day as he drove the first bus for his shift, Qiuyan was still mulling over this. How come Cunqu didn’t reply to his text? He must ask him today.

But when night came all Cunqu said in response was: “Didn’t you reply I’ve arrived? That’s all I wanted to ask.”

Qiuyan felt like he just punched a wad of cotton. He leaned against Cunqu and said: “Can’t you send me a few more messages? Or call me of your own accord just once?”

Cunqu was practically pressed against the fence surrounding the residential community by him. He thought this whole ordeal was funny. “You’re acting like a fussy little lover.”

Qiuyan went silent. Cunqu slapped a few times at the mosquitos landing on his arm. When he lifted his head, he saw Qiuyan was still deeply pondering something. He didn’t say much as they walked up the stairs. Cunqu fished out his keys and opened the door.

That day right when Qiuyan drove out of Breadfruit Street, he received a call from Cunqu. He picked up and asked: “What’s wrong? Do you feel unwell?”

Cunqu laughed and said: “I was worried you would feel unwell, so I called you. Do you feel better now?”

Qiuyan heard Cunqu’s voice and his face flushed in excitement. He rolled down his car window and stubbornly said, “I feel alright.”

Cunqu said “Oh” in response, then asked, “Then what should we do?”

Qiuyan didn’t reply. But he refused to hang up, and he also refused to let Cunqu hang up. He just held his phone like that as he walked upstairs to his place. He lay down on his bed and chattered about trivial things with Cunqu. At some point, both of them stopped talking. There was only the sound of Cunqu flipping pages coming through the phone.

Cunqu asked: “Are you asleep?”

“Not yet.”

So they both stayed on the call. Until Cunqu finally said: “My phone’s heating up. I’ll hang up first. Is that ok?”

Qiuyan buried his head into his pillow and shamelessly replied in a muffled voice: “Not ok.”

From the other end of the call, Cunqu started laughing.

-> Chapter 8

[ladyofthelake]

Just got cameos from basically everyone in my fave band The Struts and just received the lead singer Luke (its like 4am hfsfbshdfbs) AND HE WAS SO SWEET AND GRACIOUS AND IM SO