#no one understands him like me / me -> delusional
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deliy-art · 1 day ago
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Homicipher HUGS SFW
Rating their hug ʕっ•ᴥ•ʔっ
Disclaimer: this is just an opinion, I obviously don't know how they'd actually react to an hug. So if you think that the rating is wrong is totally understandable, hopefully I'll not make anyone angry 🙌
Mr Crawling👣: 7½/10
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If you had to hug him, you would always need to lean down or kneel, and you might feel him shaking slightly because he would be forcing his legs so much to avoid putting his two-meter weight on you and practically crushing you. Occasionally, he might even attempt to stand up, trying to make you feel more protected during the hug—which, of course, would make you scold him.
If the two of you were sitting or lying down, though, he would probably be the best. He’d let you rest your head on his shoulder, and he’d rest his head on yours, gently caressing your back, side, or even just your head.
Mr Silvair💉: 5/10
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Don't kill me and LET ME EXPLAIN!If you were to hug him, he would probably return the hug in a somewhat cold and detached way. Even if he tried to mask it with a smile and gentle manners, it would be obvious that he's the type to give those awkward side hugs before quickly changing the subject. He's simply not used to this whole "affection" thing—or love, for that matter. He's much better at teaching you new words, but hugs? Even if he tried, it would end up being a very distant and calculated gesture. (For those who know certain endings, you might understand what I mean when I mention his "calculating" side.)
Mr Scarletella☂️: 4½/10
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.. SO. AHAHAHAHAHAH! I KNOW YOU PROBABLY HATE ME FOR THIS BUT AGAIN. LEMME EXPLAIN.
He's obsessed. Very obsessed. To the point where, if you let him hug you, you might just end up "dead" or gasping for air. I mean, considering how delusional he seemed throughout the entire game—wanting to know our name just to claim our soul—that says enough, doesn’t it? Sure, he was adorable holding the umbrella with us, even if he stared at us like some kind of yandere character. But. BUT. A little extra thought here: I imagine he’d excel at holding our hands, pressing his forehead against ours, and gazing straight into our soul through our eyes. You know what I mean? 👁👁☚
Mr Hood👤: 10/10
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.. Aaaaahm.
When I tell you this man is SO FINE.
He.. AAA!
he's literally the first one who tried to help us.. And who taught us the first words in his language bruh.
I feel like he would hold you, and his clothes would make the hug even warmer, thanks to the fabric, making you feel incredibly protected. Bruh, there's just something about faceless people that makes me feel so safe... HELP!?
Mr Gap🕳️: 2/10
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Max he can do is give you some headpats and then take your hair while smiling in exchange.
(I love that stinky)
(Again it was all made based on my opinion! Allll for lolzzzz.. Don't kill me pls)
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mirrorcatcreditcard · 2 days ago
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Take I haven't seen in the fandom yet:
Luka doesn't want to be freed.
"Now, MirrorCatCreditcard," you may say, "that's nonsense. Any human would want freedom from that system."
If you're thinking I'm gonna convince you that Luka doesn't know he wants freedom yet, you're wrong. I'm here to talk about indoctrination/conditioning, grooming/emotional manipulation, my own experience with those topics, and how all of the above connects with Luka as a character. If a deep dive like this is too much for you, please tap out for your own sake.
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Luka's life was planned before he even existed. There has never ever been an alternative option. There is no life for Luka as anything but what Herperu chose. Everything in his life has been planned to have him be the perfect pet human idol. That is what he must be.
Fandom, I don't think most of you actually understand this and have dissected what this means (shout-out to the Luka stans who are getting there/have guessed similar things). These words we know have alternatives and are not set in stone are Luka's "gravity makes rain fall to the earth" and "water makes things wet." They are facts so deeply ingrained within him that even if shown the contrary he remarks that the person showing them is just disillusioned.
Take his commentary on Mizi and Hyun-A in the art book. He looks down on Mizi for not being able to control any of her emotions. How does he talk about Hyun-A? He has her at 70% affection yet shows a patronizing attitude—she's the one in denial at reality.
Now, how did we get here? How is a human so "delusional" and set in the control?
He's been conditioned.
Some of you don't know what I mean by this from experience and/or research, and count yourself fortunate that you don't. I pray you never experience such things firsthand. Don't worry about ignorance. Familiar or not, I will explain.
When you are surrounded by only one truth and reality, that is the way you interpret life. If a parent tells a child "the moon goes to sleep during the day," until the child learns otherwise, that's what they believe. Now take that child-like belief and add some toxic environments to the mix. With time, any other kid would learn that the earth rotates from their peers or adults around them. But if the creatures around them all say and believe the same thing "the moon goes to sleep during the day," then that is what the child continues to believe. Years of that same thing being the only truth make that false knowledge into a fact in the person's head, and everything that supports that fact is taken as truth or on the right path to truth.
"This is kinda silly though," you guys are no doubt murmuring, "All of this is a hypothetical. Give us something that makes sense or that someone could actually see happen in our society."
I'll give you my own experience then. My parents taught me that God is real. My parents taught me that I will be damned I do not follow the commandments of the scriptures. I didn't need to worry though. As long as I was obedient to the God who loved me and wanted what was best, I would be saved despite being born an awful sinful human. I was homeschooled, only interacted with people of similar beliefs, and taught that people too different from me in ideology or with radical beliefs against my own were trying to harm me and my family. I believed the people who raised me because why would people who love me lie to me? My task was simple. I needed to obey God and love everyone, especially them. Love meant giving up my entire being and living only as servant and sacrifice. After all, being selfless to the utmost was the greatest form of love.
Let's go back to Luka. His guardian, Herperu, when questioned about any surprises while training Luka, stated not only that he was the one who endured the "tough moments" but also that "(Luka) owes his success to me, and naturally, he should be grateful." This sentiment is echoed by Luka in his interview (shown on Patreon). My god, it's giving parents with disabled kids who brag on social media about how much trouble their kid is and how much they do for them. Sickening. This shows exactly what environment Luka has lived in though.
When you are manipulated into having something as your reality, everything else is fiction and delusion.
Let's review what exactly is Luka's reality.
Heperu is the one suffering if Luka has any difficulties being obedient.
Gratitude is what Herperu is owed because he goes through so much trouble to make Luka a star.
Love/care is shown by owning another's autonomy.
Emotions and bodily reactions exist, sure, but someone should be able to control them; and if they can't, someone should control those reactions for them.
Segyein are superior and the good ones for dealing with humans. Humans must be disciplined and shaped to how an segyein wants it to act to be considered deserving of this goodness.
(Luka)'s perfection is defined by his guardian.
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Luka's life is directly connected to being the perfect performer. His guardian praises his abilities with the statement that no other pet human will ever be as perfect as him yet leaves an underlying threat saying that it will be no good if a pet is not trained properly. This has probably been mentally (if not physically) beaten into Luka's mind: his greatness doesn't stop him from being able to be disposed of. The human instinct to want to live has been explained to him as Heperu's wish for him to live and that has been further distorted as a duty to live for the stage he has been placed on.
Luka believes fully that there is a debt in play here. In his interview, he mentions repaying love. He thinks the relationship between fan and idol is completely normal, encouraged, and healthy. Performance is the most important thing. Being where he is is a privilege.
There's a chain here:
Heperu indoctrinated Luka into believing what he says is all true.
The guardian manipulated him easily to do what he wanted with his body and mind.
The years have been spent constantly conditioning Luka to be the god who encapsulated fantasies for the audience.
He is continually being groomed to exist for the entertainment and enjoyment of segyein.
Circle back to my first point of this post. Luka does not want to be freed. He doesn't know what freedom actually is. He sees freedom as either foolish denials of reality (and doesn't consider that actual freedom) or as controlling the song and stage when he performs (something he learned from Hyuna). He cannot want something he cannot understand. He cannot want freedom in the sense the fandom keeps speaking about.
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It's funny. From the moment Luka was revealed to be hated by the fandom, I wanted to know why. Instead of digging and finding horrific deeds, I instead found a character who portrayed my own traumas and experiences. I instantly attached and delved deeply into learning about this thirty year old singer. Why does he express himself in a certain way? Where do we first see mention of him? Who does he have emotions towards? How was he trained? What makes Luka himself? I have past essays/replies to other's theories if you're interested, but in this one I got personal and didn't sugarcoat the facts. If the fandom can't handle deep thought, we shouldn't be discussing this incredibly profound and depth-filled web series.
As always, thank you for your time, and I hope my thoughts allowed you to open your mind to new things. Mostly, I hope you enjoyed them 🫶
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giveamadeuschohisownmovie · 12 hours ago
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Ways I can think of that “DanDaDan” differs from other shonen series:
* Female MC is as important as male MC
* Canon romance gets consistent development through the series. I think that’s part of the reason why the MC ships with the rivals (Aira, Jiji) aren’t as popular with the fandom for once. The main ship is actually getting good development, so the fanbase doesn’t have to make up headcanons to fill in the space.
* Flips the found family trope on its head by having the main group despise new people whenever they show up and they even actively try to kick them out. The new people only end up staying because they keep lingering around to the point that the main group just gives up and lets them stay.
* The rivals aren’t emo or angst-ridden. Aira is a delusional tryhard popular girl while Jiji is a himbo drama queen. I’d even go as far to say that the MCs are the ones who are emo and angst-ridden.
* Supporting cast is more than just important, they become integral to the story. I’d say that the further you read into DanDaDan, the more it becomes an ensemble cast where everyone is a protagonist in their own right.
* World-building is all over the place, but in a good way. Most other shonen are pretty consistent with what kind of world their characters live in. MHA is superhero-based, Naruto is ninjas and magic, Bleach is spirits, and so on. DanDaDan feels like the author just throws whatever cool shit they can think of into the story. That’s actually the reason why I wrote in a different post that DanDaDan reminds me more of Marvel/DC than any other shonen series, it manages to capture the catch-all insanity of those comics.
* Doesn’t rely on hidden power-ups. The main characters either have to outsmart the villains or they have to train to get better with the powers they already have.
* The pervert comic relief guy is actually endearing for once. Not because of his pervert tendencies, but because he’s so oblivious to how socially inept he is that it’s kind of funny. This is gonna sound strange, but he sorta reminds me of Thor in Thor Ragnarok. Full of himself and oblivious to how dumb he can be. He’s Thor without the good looks lol.
* Flips the “nerdy outcast loser somehow gets a harem” trope. Instead of making Okarun cooler than how he actually is, the story emphasizes that the women who fall for Okarun are as weird as him. Momo is a weird outcast, Aira has main character syndrome, Vamola doesn’t understand how to human because she’s literally not one, Rin thought Okarun was a vampire (and wanted him to be).
* Flips the “elderly figure in charge of the teenagers” trope. I don’t really get motherly figure vibes from Seiko Ayase, I get more “cool wine aunt who is stuck with her niece” vibes. In fact, there was the arc where Okarun showed up to her in spirit mode to get her help with fighting off the alien invasion and Seiko’s response was, “Well, I’m not in the area and I have other shit to do, so you kids figure it out.”
* The series takes the piss out of the trope of mystical/magical items that the group acquired to get their powers. I mean…the main mystical MacGuffin in the series are Okarun’s balls.
* Okarun was about to go into an “I’m weak / I wish I was stronger / I want to get stronger for my friends” breakdown, but Turbo Granny told him to shut up and keep fighting.
* Not afraid to put the “cool girl” in as many funny situations as possible. Off the top of my head, the series built up Momo as this cool, tough girl who doesn’t take shit from anyone…then several chapters later, Okarun found out she got a job at a maid cafe.
(Feel free to add to the list!)
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fallenfrommars6277 · 23 hours ago
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Okay, I've seen the cameo where George hints at Edwin's "first adult experience" with the Cat King and I wish to share my two cents about it.
First of all, disregarding which pair anyone ships, I believe we can safely say that Payneland will eventually be endgame: it is left as an option by Charles in Hell, it is hinted in the show and it is basically sustained by Jayden and George themselves.
I am, for one, a Payneland shipper. I admit that at first I wanted them to stay just friends because I am a sucker for great friendship stories, but rewatch after rewatch I started to see them as soulmates in a romantic kinda way.
Nevertheless, I think (and honestly have thought since the beginning, not just because they said that now) that it would be great to see how Catwin would evolve and in particular I think it's just right that Edwin has his first experiences with the Cat King, maybe not straight away sex, but in general intimate experiences.
Let me explain.
Yes, it would be nice to see Edwin and Charles getting together and awkwardly kissing and having together their first intimacies: it would be a first for both of them, because I believe that while Charles may have fooled around a bit, he didn't ever actually make love to anyone, let alone a boy. So it would be all romantic and gentle and blushing virgins and it absolutely would be great.
BUT.
Both Edwin and Charles are on a journey to self discovery, in general but especially in the love and sexuality area, but they are at different stages of it. While Edwin has been repressed for over a century, he has been now awakened (by Charles, by Monty and above all by the Cat King) to feelings and sensations and wants that he now needs and IS READY to fulfil.
On the other hand, Charles isn't there yet, he just now learns that his best mate is in love with him and he feels nothing but love and adoration towards him but he fundamentally doesn't know what actual love (as in being in love with someone and being the one someone is in love with) looks and feels like, also they're both guys and while he has been nothing but supportive of Edwin about him coming to terms with his homosexuality, considering the time and especially the household in which he lived in, I don't think he wouldn't have problems realizing and admitting to himself that he is bisexual (I know it's not canon, but come on) or at least that he fancies another boy. And even when this happens, I think that he would have a lot of holding back, being insecure about his "ability" to love and not wanting to hurt Edwin.
That said, I think that Edwin has always loved and will always love only Charles, but it is only fair for him now to start having his experiences and exploring his sexuality and, while Edwin and Charles have been a whole for over 30 years, doing everything together, I believe this is something he has to do by himself and the best person with whom to do this is the Cat King because they're both attracted to each other, because the CK is very experienced and I think this would be someway reassuring for Edwin (like he's doing this, he's experimenting with someone who knows very well what he's doing), because the CK would never be judgemental of his inexperience, and above all because the CK cares about him, but also knows that no matter how much he can care about him and be affectionate towards him and even love him, he will never actually have him because Edwin's heart belongs to Charles since that night in the attic.
I expect (yes, I'm talking like this is actually happening because maybe I'm delusional but I've not given up hope yet about a second season) that while Edwin does this and experiments and learns things about a part of himself that has always been hidden and repressed, Charles someway does the same, of course not realizing that he wants to have sexual experiences because he is, if not actually experienced, more acquainted with this "area", but that he has to explore his sexuality to understand how he can fit loving Edwin into it and then actually act upon this, but to do this he also needs to find a way to separate himself from his father, from his painful childhood, and control his anger and navigate and accept his own emotions, all the shades of them, to start appreciating himself and considering himself worth of loving and being loved.
In conclusion, as I said before, they both are going through a journey, but while Edwin's at the end of his and is ready for what comes next, Charles has just now started it, so it's just right that just this once they don't do this together, because they KNOW that even if they take metaphorically different roads, they eventually will find each other at the finish line.
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novaursa · 2 days ago
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Flames in the West (a sad lion)
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- Summary: During the royal hunt in honor of Aegon's second nameday, you insult a lion and gain his attention.
- Paring: targ!reader/Jason Lannister
- Rating: Mature 16+
- Previous part: his rock
- Next part: a marriage and a lannister
- Tag(s): @sachaa-ff @alyssa-dayne @oxymakestheworldgoround
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The once-vibrant halls of Casterly Rock seemed unusually quiet—or so Jason Lannister thought as he trudged through them, his boots echoing against the stone floors. He hadn’t seen much of his wife in recent days, and what interactions they did have were… different. She wasn’t throwing her usual sharp jabs or teasing him with that infuriating yet captivating smirk. Instead, she had become polite. Reserved, even.
And Jason hated it.
He leaned against one of the arched windows overlooking the sea, a goblet of wine in hand and a deep frown etched into his features. The waves crashed against the cliffs far below, their rhythmic pounding doing little to soothe his growing paranoia.
Martyn Lannister strolled into the chamber, his easy grin in place as always. “There you are,” he said, plopping down into a nearby chair. “I was starting to think you’d fallen into one of the mine shafts.”
Jason didn’t reply, his frown deepening as he swirled the wine in his goblet.
Martyn raised an eyebrow, leaning forward. “You look positively miserable, cousin. What’s wrong? Did the kitchen run out of your favorite vintage, or did Sylveris decide to roast one of your prized banners?”
Jason sighed dramatically, his gaze still fixed on the horizon. “It’s Y/N.”
Martyn’s grin widened. “Ah, the dragon. What’s she done this time? Threatened to throw you off the battlements?”
“That would be preferable,” Jason muttered, finally turning to face him. “At least then I’d know she still cared.”
Martyn blinked, then burst into laughter. “She doesn’t care because she hasn’t threatened to kill you? You’ve lost me, Jason.”
Jason groaned, setting his goblet down on the windowsill. “She doesn’t insult me anymore. No jabs, no teasing—nothing. It’s like she’s ignoring me entirely.”
Martyn’s laughter grew louder. “That’s what’s bothering you? The lack of insults?”
“Yes!” Jason snapped, running a hand through his hair. “Don’t you get it? That’s how she shows affection—or at least, that’s how it used to be. Now she’s just… distant. Civil.”
Martyn leaned back in his chair, still grinning. “So, let me get this straight: your wife isn’t yelling at you or calling you names, and you’re upset about it?”
Jason shot him a glare. “You wouldn’t understand.”
“Oh, I understand perfectly,” Martyn said, smirking. “You’re addicted to her barbs, and now that she’s treating you like an actual lord, you don’t know what to do with yourself.”
Jason sighed again, pacing the room. “What if she’s found someone else?”
That caught Martyn off guard. “Someone else? What are you talking about?”
Jason stopped pacing, turning to face his cousin with a look of genuine worry. “Think about it. Why else would she stop paying attention to me? What if there’s another man?”
Martyn stared at him for a moment, then burst into laughter so loud it echoed off the walls. “Another man? Jason, you’re ridiculous.”
“I’m serious!” Jason protested, his voice rising. “She’s barely said a word to me in days, and when she does, it’s all ‘Yes, my lord’ and ‘Of course, my lord.’ That’s not her. She’s up to something.”
Martyn wiped a tear from his eye, still chuckling. “So let me get this straight: your wife, who’s carrying your child, is suddenly so bored with you that she’s taken a lover in the middle of your castle? Do you hear how absurd you sound?”
Jason crossed his arms, his jaw tightening. “It’s not impossible.”
“Jason,” Martyn said, his tone still laced with amusement, “you’re not just a lion. You’re a delusional lion. She’s probably just tired, or distracted, or—dare I say it—growing another person inside her.”
Jason hesitated, his resolve wavering slightly. “But what if—”
Martyn cut him off, rising from his chair and clapping a hand on Jason’s shoulder. “If there were another man, Jason, do you really think she’d be subtle about it? She’s a Targaryen. She’d probably introduce him to you just to watch you squirm.”
Jason groaned, running both hands through his hair. “You’re not helping.”
“I’m helping more than you deserve,” Martyn quipped, shaking his head. “Listen, just talk to her. Ask her what’s on her mind. Or, better yet, stop being so insufferable and give her some space.”
Jason frowned, muttering under his breath. “Easy for you to say. You’re not married to a dragon.”
Martyn grinned. “No, but watching you flail around like this is entertainment enough.”
Jason threw him a withering look before turning back to the window, his thoughts still tangled. Martyn clapped him on the shoulder one last time before heading for the door.
“Good luck, cousin,” he called over his shoulder. “You’re going to need it.”
Jason barely acknowledged him, his mind racing with possibilities. He knew Martyn was probably right—probably—but he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was amiss. And until he figured out what it was, he would remain the most miserable lion in all of Westeros.
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The halls of Casterly Rock buzzed with quiet speculation as Jason Lannister, Lord of the Rock, embarked on what could only be described as an increasingly dramatic investigation. He’d spent the better part of the day questioning members of the household, demanding answers with the fervor of a knight preparing for battle.
“Have you seen anything unusual?” Jason asked a servant folding linens in the hallway. “Anything at all? A suspicious visitor? A secret meeting?”
The servant blinked at him, bewildered. “No, my lord. Only the usual.”
Jason frowned, muttering to himself as he moved on to his next suspect.
By mid-afternoon, he had interrogated a steward, a stable hand, and even the cook—each more confused than the last. His antics had not gone unnoticed by the rest of the household. By the time he cornered Martyn in the great hall, a small crowd had gathered to watch the spectacle unfold.
Martyn leaned against a pillar, arms crossed, his grin as wide as the Sunset Sea. “Still convinced your wife has a lover, Jason?”
Jason glared at him. “Something’s going on, Martyn. I can feel it.”
“Let me guess,” Martyn drawled, feigning thought. “She smiled at someone in passing, and now you’re ready to start a trial.”
Jason ignored him, pacing in front of the growing audience. “She’s distant, she’s quiet, and she hasn’t insulted me in days. There’s more to this.”
One of the younger cousins piped up, giggling. “Maybe she’s just tired, my lord.”
Jason stopped, turning to face the group. “Tired of what? Of me?”
The crowd erupted into laughter, and Martyn clapped him on the back. “If she’s tired of you, she’d let you know. Trust me.”
Jason sighed dramatically, raking a hand through his hair. “Fine. If none of you have answers, I’ll just have to ask her myself.”
Jason stormed into your chambers with all the subtlety of a lion on the hunt. You were seated by the window, staring out at the sea with a faintly pale complexion. A cup of mint tea sat untouched on the table beside you.
“Y/N,” Jason said, his voice firm. “We need to talk.”
You turned your head slowly, fixing him with a weary stare. “Jason. If this is about you imagining me plotting against you with some mysterious lover, I’ll save you the trouble. There isn’t one.”
Jason hesitated, his righteous determination faltering. “How did you—?”
“You’ve been stomping around the castle like a madman all day,” you said, cutting him off. “It wasn’t hard to guess.”
Jason frowned, stepping closer. “Then what is it? Why have you been so… different?”
You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. “If you must know, I’ve been battling the constant urge to vomit.”
Jason froze. “Vomit?”
“Yes, Jason,” you said dryly. “It’s a common occurrence in pregnancy. Did you not read any of those books I had sent to the library?”
Jason blinked, his mind struggling to process this new information. “You’re sick? That’s it?”
“That’s it,” you replied, sipping your tea carefully. “Though at this point, I wish I could throw up on you just to prove it.”
Jason’s reaction was immediate and utterly ridiculous. He sank into the nearest chair, his head in his hands. “Thank the gods,” he muttered. “I thought you hated me.”
You stared at him, incredulous. “You thought I hated you because I wasn’t insulting you every five minutes?”
Jason looked up, his expression sheepish. “Well… yes.”
For a moment, you were too stunned to respond. Then, you began to laugh—quiet at first, then louder as the absurdity of the situation sank in. “Jason,” you said between breaths, “you’re an idiot.”
The door creaked open, and Martyn poked his head in, grinning like a cat with cream. “I heard shouting. Did he finally figure it out?”
Jason groaned, running a hand through his hair. “Yes, Martyn. She’s not plotting against me. She’s just… nauseous.”
Martyn stepped fully into the room, his grin widening. “That explains a lot. Though I think we all enjoyed watching you spiral.”
“Get out,” Jason muttered, though there was no real malice in his tone.
Martyn chuckled, bowing mockingly before retreating. “As you wish, my lord.”
As the door closed, Jason turned back to you, his expression softening. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I’ve been an idiot.”
“You’re always an idiot,” you replied, though there was no bite in your words. “But you mean well.”
Jason smiled, reaching for your hand. “I’ll make it up to you. Anything you need—anything at all—you just tell me.”
You leaned back in your chair, a faint smirk tugging at your lips. “Right now, I need you to stop being so dramatic. Can you manage that?”
Jason chuckled, bringing your hand to his lips. “For you, my lady, I’ll try.”
The rest of the household, of course, was thoroughly entertained when word of Jason’s misunderstanding spread. But for now, the lion and his dragon had found their peace—even if it was only temporary.
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The halls of Casterly Rock were bustling with energy right the next day, not because of any pressing matters of state or impending feasts, but because Jason Lannister had declared it his personal mission to ensure his wife’s comfort during her pregnancy. Naturally, his methods were anything but subtle.
It began in the early morning, when Jason burst into your chambers with a tray in hand. The tray was precariously balanced, piled high with everything from honey-glazed bread to a steaming cup of mint tea he saw you drink yesterday. Behind him, two nervous servants trailed, carrying pitchers of juice and an assortment of dried fruits.
“Good morning, my love!” Jason announced, grinning like a man who thought he was about to win a tourney.
You looked up from your seat by the window, arching an eyebrow. “Jason. What is this?”
“Breakfast,” he said proudly, setting the tray down on the small table beside you. “I had the kitchens prepare everything you might crave. If you don’t like what’s here, I’ll have them bring more.”
You stared at the tray, then back at him. “This is enough food for an entire household.”
Jason waved a hand dismissively. “You’re eating for two. You need options.”
“I don’t need options,” you replied dryly. “I need you to stop hovering.”
Jason clutched his chest dramatically. “Hovering? I’m not hovering. I’m attending to your every need, as any devoted husband should.”
Martyn, who had appeared in the doorway just in time to witness the exchange, coughed into his hand to hide his laughter. “Attending or smothering? It’s a fine line, cousin.”
Jason shot him a glare. “I don’t recall asking for your opinion, Martyn.”
“No, but I’m giving it anyway,” Martyn said, stepping into the room. “This is delightful. Please, carry on.”
Later that afternoon, you decided to take a walk in the gardens, hoping for a moment of peace. Naturally, Jason insisted on accompanying you. He hovered like a mother hen, holding your arm as though the slightest misstep might cause catastrophe.
“Jason,” you said, exasperated, “I’m pregnant, not made of glass.”
“I’m aware,” he replied, ignoring your tone as he guided you along the path. “But the ground is uneven, and I don’t trust these pebbles.”
You rolled your eyes. “The pebbles are fine. I’m fine. Please stop fussing.”
Jason opened his mouth to protest, but before he could, one of the younger Lannister cousins appeared with a mischievous grin. “My lord, I heard you’ve been quite the nursemaid lately.”
Jason straightened, his tone defensive. “I’m ensuring my wife’s comfort.”
“By hovering?” she teased, earning a snicker from Martyn, who had once again materialized to witness the scene.
Jason huffed, clearly outnumbered. “I’ll have you know, Y/N appreciates my efforts.”
You smirked, tilting your head. “Do I?”
Jason blinked, momentarily thrown off. “Of course you do. Don’t you?”
Before you could answer, a gardener approached with a bouquet of golden roses freshly cut from the garden. Jason seized the opportunity to present them to you with a flourish.
“For you,” he said, his grin returning. “To brighten your day.”
You accepted the bouquet, raising an eyebrow. “They’re lovely. Did you cut them yourself?”
Jason hesitated, glancing at the gardener before replying, “I… supervised.”
The group erupted into laughter, and even you couldn’t suppress a small smile.
That evening, Jason took his efforts to a new level by commissioning a troupe of performers to entertain you during supper. Among them was a juggler who insisted on incorporating live chickens into his act.
It did not go well.
As the juggler tossed the chickens into the air, one squawked loudly and escaped, flapping wildly around the hall. Guests ducked as the rogue bird swooped low, narrowly avoiding a platter of roasted venison.
Jason leapt to his feet, shouting instructions to the servants. “Catch it! Don’t let it ruin the feast!”
Martyn, sitting across from you, leaned back in his chair, thoroughly enjoying the chaos. “This might be your finest idea yet, Jason.”
Jason ignored him, lunging for the chicken himself. He missed, nearly colliding with a servant carrying a tray of wine goblets. You, meanwhile, sat calmly, eating your cake and watching the scene unfold with thinly veiled amusement.
When the chicken finally landed in the lap of an elderly aunt, who shrieked loud enough to rival Sylveris, Jason managed to grab it by the legs and hold it aloft like a trophy. The hall erupted into applause and laughter.
“Problem solved,” he declared, slightly out of breath as he handed the bird back to the juggler with a stern glare. “No more chickens.”
As he returned to his seat beside you, you leaned over and murmured, “Very heroic, my lord.”
Jason grinned, clearly pleased with himself. “Anything for you, princess.”
By the end of the day, Jason was exhausted but triumphant. He joined you in your chambers, watching as you settled onto the cushioned chaise by the fire.
“Well?” he asked, leaning against the doorway. “Did I succeed in making you more comfortable?”
You tilted your head, pretending to think. “Let’s see. You brought me enough breakfast for an army, made a spectacle of yourself in the gardens, and nearly lost a chicken during supper. I suppose you were… entertaining.”
Jason laughed, crossing the room to sit beside you. “Entertaining? That’s it?”
You smirked, leaning your head against his shoulder. “Don’t push your luck, Jason.”
He wrapped an arm around you, his grin softening into something more genuine. “As long as you’re smiling, I’ll take it.”
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Inside the grand chambers, the fire crackled warmly in the hearth as Jason Lannister sat at the edge of a cushioned chair, scribbling furiously on a piece of parchment. His brow was furrowed in concentration, and his tongue poked out slightly—his signature thinking face.
You, reclining comfortably on the chaise with your ever-growing belly, watched him with equal parts curiosity and amusement. A plate of various fruits sat beside you, untouched, as you observed your husband’s peculiar intensity.
“Jason,” you finally said, breaking the silence. “What are you doing?”
He didn’t look up, waving the quill dismissively. “Coming up with names.”
“For the child?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.
“For our child,” Jason corrected, glancing up at you with a grin. “You know, the future lion-dragon of Casterly Rock. We can’t just call them ‘the baby.’”
You smirked, folding your hands over your belly. “And have you decided on anything?”
Jason held up the parchment triumphantly. “I’ve got a list!”
“Oh, this should be good,” you muttered, sitting up slightly. “Let’s hear it.”
Jason cleared his throat dramatically, as though preparing for a great performance. “If it’s a boy, I was thinking… Tylander.”
You blinked. “Tylander?”
“Strong, noble, and distinctly Lannister,” Jason said, clearly pleased with himself.
“Jason,” you said slowly, “that sounds like you mashed ‘Tyland’ and ‘Lannister’ together.”
Jason frowned. “Well, maybe. But it works, doesn’t it?”
“No,” you replied flatly. “Next.”
Jason sighed, glancing back at the list. “Alright. What about… Leorick?”
“Leorick?” you repeated, your tone incredulous. “It sounds like a name you’d give to a particularly pompous bard.”
Jason chuckled despite himself. “Fine. You’re a tough critic, my love. Let’s try another. If it’s a girl, I thought… Jasselle.”
You stared at him. “Jasselle.”
“Yes!” Jason said, his grin widening. “It’s elegant and unique.”
“It’s also clearly just your name with a few letters added and rearranged,” you pointed out.
Jason leaned back, his grin turning sheepish. “Well, I wanted to honor myself.”
You couldn’t help but laugh, shaking your head. “Jason, we’re naming a child, not commissioning a statue of you.”
“Fair enough,” Jason said, crossing out a few names. “What about something Valyrian? Like… Vezena?”
You tilted your head, considering it. “Not bad. But what does it mean?”
Jason hesitated. “Uh… probably something about fire and greatness.”
You smirked. “You just made that up, didn’t you?”
“Of course,” Jason admitted, grinning. “But it sounds impressive, doesn’t it?”
You rolled your eyes. “Barely.”
By midday, Jason had dragged a second chair closer to yours, the parchment now covered in scribbles and crossed-out names. Several servants passed through the room, their expressions carefully neutral as they overheard snippets of the increasingly ridiculous discussion.
“What about Caster?” Jason asked, tapping his quill against his chin.
“For a boy?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Or a girl,” Jason said with a shrug. “Unisex names are all the rage in Lannisport.”
You gave him a long, unimpressed stare. “Caster. Of Casterly Rock.”
Jason blinked. “Oh. Right. That might be a bit… redundant.”
“A bit?” you repeated, smirking.
Jason huffed, tossing the quill onto the table. “Fine. Your turn, oh wise one.”
You leaned forward slightly, meeting his gaze with a smirk. “How about something simple? Like Aelora, if it’s a girl.”
Jason’s expression softened. “Aelora. That’s… beautiful.”
“Thank you,” you said, smiling. “And for a boy, maybe… Daeryn.”
“Daeryn,” Jason echoed, testing the name on his tongue. “It’s strong. I like it.”
“Well, there we go,” you said, leaning back with a triumphant smile. “Problem solved.”
But Jason wasn’t done yet. “What if we combined them? Aelorick for a boy. Or… Daesselle for a girl?”
You groaned, covering your face with your hands. “Jason, stop.”
He laughed, leaning over to kiss the top of your head. “Fine, fine. But you have to admit, this is fun.”
“For you, maybe,” you muttered, though there was a faint smile on your lips. “At this rate, the child will be born before we agree on anything.”
Jason grinned, leaning back in his chair. “Well, we’ve still got time. And until then, I’ll keep working on my list.”
You rolled your eyes, but as you watched him return to his scribbling with boyish enthusiasm, you couldn’t help but feel a pang of affection. For all his dramatics, Jason’s excitement was genuine, and his love for you—and the child you carried—was as clear as the sun over Casterly Rock.
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You sat by the window early in the morning, absently stroking the armrest of your chair as a servant placed a silver tray with your morning tea before you. The peace was broken when Jason burst into the room, a sealed parchment in hand and a grin plastered across his face.
“A raven!” he announced dramatically, holding the scroll aloft like a prized trophy.
You raised an eyebrow, taking a sip of your tea. “Jason, ravens come daily. Are we celebrating their flight now?”
“Not just any raven,” Jason said, striding to the table and dropping the scroll in front of you. “It’s from your father, the king.”
Your eyes flicked to the royal seal, and you picked up the parchment, breaking the wax with practiced ease. Jason leaned over your shoulder, reading the words as you did.
“An invitation,” you murmured, skimming the elegant script. “To a royal wedding. Rhaenyra and Laenor Velaryon.”
Jason clapped his hands together. “A royal wedding! That means feasts, dances, and—”
“Hours of tedious travel,” you interrupted, setting the letter down. “While I’m heavily pregnant, no less.”
Jason waved a hand dismissively. “Nonsense. We’ll take our time, and I’ll ensure you’re comfortable. We can’t miss this! Think of the grandeur, the spectacle—”
“The politics,” you added pointedly, arching an eyebrow.
Jason ignored you, already pacing as his mind raced with ideas. “We’ll need to start preparations immediately. The finest horses, the best wines to bring as gifts—no, the best gold. Velaryons love their ships, don’t they? I’ll have a golden trident commissioned. It’ll be perfect.”
You sighed, watching as your husband spiraled into a whirlwind of planning. “Jason, it’s a wedding, not a coronation.”
“It’s Rhaenyra’s wedding,” Jason said, spinning on his heel to face you. “Your sister. That makes it doubly important. We must arrive in style.”
The castle hummed with activity by mid-afternoon, thanks to Jason’s orders. Servants scurried about with rolls of fabric, crates of Lannister gold, and lists so long they trailed behind their carriers. Martyn, naturally, was in the thick of it, as he watched the chaos with an amused grin.
“Do you ever tire of creating a spectacle, cousin?” Martyn asked as Jason passed by, barking orders to a servant carrying a bundle of crimson cloaks.
“A spectacle?” Jason repeated, his tone affronted. “This isn’t a spectacle. This is preparation. A royal wedding requires a royal effort.”
Martyn smirked, glancing at the two knights polishing a gilded carriage nearby. “And the golden carriage?”
“For comfort,” Jason said, brushing off the sarcasm. “Y/N deserves nothing less.”
“She’ll love that,” Martyn muttered under his breath. “I’m sure she adores the idea of being paraded through the streets like a queen.”
Jason shot him a look. “She is the Lady of Casterly Rock. It’s only fitting.”
“Is that why you’ve ordered enough supplies to outfit a small army?” Martyn asked, gesturing to the growing pile of crates.
“Provisions,” Jason said firmly. “And gifts. You wouldn’t show up to a royal wedding empty-handed, would you?”
Martyn chuckled. “I’d show up with my sanity intact, which is more than I can say for you.”
By evening, Jason gathered the household in the great hall, standing at the head of the table with his usual flair for dramatics. You sat beside him, your hand resting lightly on your belly as you watched him address the room.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” Jason began, raising a goblet. “We’ve been invited to the royal wedding of Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen and Ser Laenor Velaryon. This is not merely an invitation; it is an opportunity—a chance to remind the realm of the strength and splendor of House Lannister.”
The household exchanged amused glances, accustomed to Jason’s theatrical speeches.
“We will travel with dignity,” Jason continued, his voice rising. “We will bring gifts that reflect our status. And we will leave an impression so grand that even the dragons will be jealous.”
You leaned toward Martyn, whispering, “Do you think he rehearses these speeches in the mirror?”
Martyn grinned. “Absolutely.”
Jason, oblivious to the murmured commentary, finished his toast with a flourish. “To House Lannister and our journey to the royal wedding!”
The room erupted into polite applause, and Jason sat down beside you, looking thoroughly pleased with himself.
“You’re enjoying this far too much,” you remarked, smirking.
Jason grinned, raising his goblet. “Of course I am. It’s not every day we get to show your kin how it’s done.”
You rolled your eyes but couldn’t suppress a small smile. For all his dramatics, Jason’s excitement was infectious—and you had to admit, the journey to King’s Landing promised to be anything but dull.
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tinfoil-jones · 2 days ago
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Gravity Falls: For Your Own Good, Ch. 14
Summary: A few years after moving to Gravity Falls and having his lab built, Stanford Pines happens upon his estranged twin brother, Stanley. He mentally prepared himself to be suffocated by his brothers neediness all over again - what he wasn't prepared for was Stanley walking right past him like he didn't even notice him.
Rating: M for language, violence, and adult implications
Preface: Dialogue only, but some actions will be annotated for clarity. Cross-Posted on AO3 Here
WARNING: TW/Mentions of past Suicidal ideations
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CH.14
“You’re just going to give him free reign of the house?”
“I did not think you of all people would have a problem with this, you were the one who expressed the most disapproval with keeping him in the containment unit.”
“Yes, but wasn’t your main concern that he would leave?”
“Fiddleford, he was homeless. Where else is he going to go?”
“Well there is that Rick character he keeps mentioning…”
“You sound a bit on edge, do you remember him from Backupsmore?”
“Remember him?”
“Do you remember Diane Sanchez? He’s her husband- well, he was her husband.”
“I’m afraid the name doesn’t ring a bell…”
“Hmm, I’m not surprised, engineering wasn’t her major. Regardless, you’re better off having not met him. I don’t believe we have to worry about him. He is… very far away.”
“And Stan has no hard feelings towards you?”
“On one hand, he tells me he believes I’m only keeping here as part of an elaborate, delusional grieving process, and he will ‘play along’ however long that process takes. On the other hand, he wrote ���Look what I did to your other hand’ on my hand in marker while I was asleep, and on quite literally the other hand he drew a turkey. Fiddleford, stop laughing.”
“I wouldn’t call that malicious, but it certainly explains why you decided to keep your gloves on outside of the lab. And he agreed we could continue to study his memory loss?”
“Yes, he did - I assume that’s what you two were discussing earlier?”
“I beg your pardon?”
“You were up in the attic with him for at least an hour this morning, I assume you were conducting another interview? Locking the door was a bit excessive but without a neurology or psychology degree myself I am in no place to question your methods.”
“Interview-? Oh, um, yes. Interviewing. That’s exactly what we were doing. And nothing else.”
“Of course. Now- do you know where he is? I need to talk to him about an upcoming Cryptid Hunt.”
“You’re going to take him with you?”
“I was hoping both of you would accompany me actually. But if he will not, I’d need you to stay back here with him if you wouldn’t-”
“I wouldn’t mind none.”
“Thank you for your patience and understanding Fiddleford, I’m glad I was correct in my assumption that you’d be the best suited to assist me.”
“Any of our other colleagues woulda called the cops on your presumptuous behind.”
“...I know, and I am grateful you didn’t. Now, where is he?”
“Last I saw him was in the attic trying to cover up the window with a sheet - some type of paranoia? And I heard him come downstairs a few minutes ago but I haven’t seen him. If I were to take a guess though, he most likely went through that hatch leading to the platform on your roof - it’s still open.”
“What? Stanley can’t be on the roof, he’s afraid of heights.”
*Stan abruptly drops from the hatch, landing on his feet*
“Guys you won’t believe this but some dude in a giant moth costume just flew by- woah, you alright there PhD? You look like you already saw a ghost.”
(...)
*a series of clicking noises and hoots*
“Antenna curling! That's his tell! I fold.”
“Sorry, Stanley, but it appears Mothman was bluffing.”
“What? I had 4 aces! That moth is a wizard! Guess it’s up to you to win this for us, Doc.”
*Mothman takes a bite out of a wool cardigan, Fiddleford nearby with no chips angrily crosses his arms*
“...He's mocking me.”
“I was cheating the last 8 turns, too.”
“Stanley, for shame.”
“What? I already folded. This cheater didn’t prosper.”
(...)
“Good on you for winning, Stanford.”
“Of course, I’m just sorry that I couldn’t win before he took more bites out of your cardigan.”
“Good thing I had this flashlight to distract him, he really is a moth.”
“...Did you steal that from my coat closet?”
“Yes.”
“What else did you steal?”
“Well it’s a good thing Mothman didn’t have any money on him ‘cause you wouldn’t have anywhere to put it.”
“Give me back my wallet, Stanley.”
“Poor sport.”
(...)
“D-E-F-P-O-T-E-C”
“Now use both eyes, what’s the smallest line you can read?”
“Line ten. L-E-F-O-D-P-C-T.”
“Oculus dexter and oculus sinister are both 20/20, but your oculus uterque is 20/15.”
“Look we’ve been at this snail chart-”
“Snellen chart.”
“Whatever, we’ve done this like five times. What’s the point? I already told you I don’t need glasses.”
“It just doesn’t make sense… We’re identical, your visual acuity should be 20/40 or above because years of straining would make your vision even worse than mine.”
“I dunno what you want me to tell you PhD, my eyes are fine.”
“...Did Sanchez have something to do with this?”
“Sanc-.”
“Rick Sanchez. I know that’s the Rick you’ve off-handedly mentioned several times.”
“How can you be so sure? It’s a pretty common name.”
“Because you would be familiar with that egotistical, destructive, jaded, cynical-”
“Okay so you do know Rick. And yeah, we ran in the same circle for a bit, what about it?”
“He was always doing morally questionable experiments-”
“That’s funny coming from you.”
“-but altering physiology was something he had a special interest in. Did he give you some form of eye surgery or technological implant?”
“You think I’d let that nihilistic asshole near my eyes while I was passed out… or awake? Hell no. I don’t remember ever having vision problems. The closest he ever came to ‘altering’ me or whatever the fuck you’re tweaking about was help me steal a bunch of pills from the Galac-the government.”
“You- Why did you steal pills?”
“I couldn’t get decent sleep, and after getting my stomach pumped it’s not like any doctor was ever going to give me ambien or anything stronger ever again. Also, to stick it to the man.”
“... Stanley, did you- did you overdose on ambien?”
“Twice.”
“... Was it on purpose?”
“... Once. Only once. Don’t-. Don’t look at me like I’m a kicked puppy. I know it’s messed up. I don’t want you to feel sorry for me. I did it to myself, it isn’t anyone else’s fault. And I dunno what the fallout of your separation ten years ago was like, but no matter what happened this definitely wasn't your fault.
Look, if it makes you feel better, whatever you and specs have been spiking into my food and water has been working pretty great. I’m getting way better sleep here than I have in years.”
“We have not been putting drugs into your food or water.”
“If you say so, Doc.”
To be continued…
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qcomicsy · 8 months ago
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I DON'T give a shit, a flying single fuck about how reboots Marvel has for Deadpool, I don't give a flying single damn if his mind is fucked up if memories keep recreating themselves NO origin story for Wade is ever going to hit as harder than losing his mother for cancer and having a militar father, just to him to end up serving the military like his father before him and then right after being expelled he dicovers he has cancer.
Than him being a child that liked "supposedly" girly and feminine things and only feeling comfortable in showing this side of him as a joke.
Do not fucking touch me this is poetic narrative Marvel how the fuck can you fuck something so badly in the name of badly written stories and poorly planed jokes I'm biting your editorial team's emails.
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alxclaremont · 4 months ago
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everyday i wake up and i find myself loving oscar jack piastri more and more and i truly think that’s beautiful
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dayurno · 8 months ago
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still thinking about it. she threw riko a peace sign 🥹
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nobodybetterlookatme · 17 days ago
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Wait I think I missed something in this incredible saga. Are you going on a date with the coworker??? I swear the last thing I saw was “no I would never” lmaoooo. If so, I (like the rest of snzblr) are anxious for updates about your love life. You’re one of the top snzblr couples now, enjoy 🤙
I did say I would never and I was a fucking liar apparently 😔 it's not technically a date tho bc I never told him it was bc I need to be so casual and mysterious ahdkaksk but it's a date To Me lmao. It's tomorrow tho bc we're still at work rn and it doesn't look like we're leaving anytime soon so at least I have that to look forward to I guess lmao
#not snz#we're not a couple tho nooooo 😭😭 lmaooo#it's just me being delusional#like he's literally not into me i stg i think y'all are gonna be more disappointed about the outcome than me#OH but he did hug me tho so I'm riding that high rn actually ahskamsk#lowkey have just been leaning against him half the shift but we've been watching videos and stuff together bc it's been slow so#that means nothing probably#also he looks at me like 😒 every time i ask one if my stupid little debate questions ahsakslsl#today was if ceral is a soup and if ketchup is a smoothie#please know that i ask these randomly literally out of nowhere like it's a normal thing to bring up lmaoooo#i have negative flirting skills ahdkaksk#this is the opposite of pulling a bad bitch by being autistic this is making the coworker question why he puts up with me lmaoooo#but he's the one who said yes to dinner so 😌#you know what he's never seen me in a cute little outfit before actually 👀#it's always been either the work uniform or hiking clothes#which to be fair my hiking clothes are kinda cute but they're hiking clothes nonetheless#like he saw me in normal clothes a bit ago but i was actively dying so they were just the most comfortable clothes i could find#so like maybe i can wear a skirt i have cute skirts i like wearing out with my bestie#and they're like. very specific kinds of skirts so maybe that'll tell him something ahskasmks#help why am i thinking so hard about this ahdkalslal#like it's literally actually not even a date it's just me flipping out for no reason while this guy is clueless 😭#like I'm telling y'all he's not into me and i don't understand why I'm being like this about it lmaoo#I'm always like 'fuck i wish my coworkers wouldn't crush on me to the point of asking me out that's awkward i don't date coworkers'#AND THEN I TURNED AROUND AND DID IT MYSELF#why am i like this#why am i so 👀 when he's one of the few people i shouldn't be 👀 at#i swear i should give it a couple months bc maybe I'm just feeling some type of way about him bc i was sick#but noooo i just HAVE to be insane about it now 😭#i should really have a tag for me being a pathetic wreck but idk what it would even be lmao#no matter he'll probably figure out that I'm being a freak sooner or later and shut that shit down so it won't matter 😔
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monocaelia · 1 year ago
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DIDI YOU WRITE FOR JJK?1!?1!1?1!1?1?
mai mai !! (๑ᴖ◡ᴖ๑)♪
yeah!! im starting to at least LOL the goe joe brainrot got too much to handle. eventually i wanna write for more characters too!
i have ideas piled up for sugu and nanami so (òvó)//
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sakuratruther · 2 years ago
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genuine question if sasuke never cared about sakura why did he
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mutalune · 1 year ago
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I simply have too many strong opinions about good omens that do not align with a lot of the meta going around and I do not care to write it all up b/c I simply do not care if anyone agrees with me as I am certain that I am the Correct and am not wrong (nor have I ever been wrong) about my analyses of s2 and feelings about the show as a whole
so as a heads up moving forward I will only be posting and reblogging silly good omens content now as well as fic recs and my own fic as I write them until this hyperfixation burns out~
And this, babes, is self-care 👏🏻
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ghostbeam · 11 months ago
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In bebop though???? We are in the top three considering there are like five whole characters in the series and also the second chance at love for spike paired with my hesitation and fear of falling for him would be sort of beautiful
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pinkfey · 2 years ago
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was going to say this yesterday but lord forgive me all of a sudden i think max and warren are cute ://
#opinions that would have had me executed in the towns square in 2016#lichrally never thought that abt them before though 🤔#anyways.txt#delete later#the whole Thing around warren is an…… interesting look at fandom if i’m being honest#and i think a good example of a fandom misreading a game#like the ambiguity of relationships in lis is its selling point but the fandom jumps to black and white conclusions#which just isn’t how lis should be consumed and shared#it’s cool bc it allows you to shape your own reality and version of events and relationships !!#there rlly are few right or wrong interpretations when it comes to dynamics bc not only are the characters given room for complexity#but they’re approached via the show-don’t-tell method of writing#so everyone comes away from the game with varying ideas and none of them are ‘wrong’!!#but fandom just like. doesn’t understand that nuance at all.#so u get the ‘warren is a stalker’ crowd and the ‘rachel is a cheater’ crowd and the ‘the game means x’ crowd#(which btw meaning can be derived from both endings which like. no one seems to grasp at all. one is accepting that you can’t change realit#/run from it and have to face grief and the other is a means of defying fate and the universe telling you your beloved must die#those are both good and satisfying endings depending on how u want 2 play !!)#and those crowds get tunnel vision and demand that their version is the one true version etc etc#anyway i’m rambling i don’t know where i was going w this#but yeah. warren and max r nice 👍 and i think some ppl are delusional abt him it’s okay to just not like him
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reikunrei · 2 years ago
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tell me why it seems like 90% of byler shippers are the most smug, insufferable people i’ve ever had the displeasure of seeing on my dash. like can y’all be normal people LMAO
i’ve been following a smattering of general st fandom accounts that also post a lot about them for less than a week and i’m already like “damn i gotta fuckin go”
you’re telling me i survived 2013-2015 superwholock and free! shipping wars and i’m just right back in it in the year of our lord 2023? get a life LOL
#me seeing the 17th punching-down nickname for mileven: im seriously at my fucking limit#I DONT EVEN LIKE ONE SHIP MORE THAN THE  OTHER#WHO GIVE A SHIT!!! BE NNORMAL!!!#saw a post today that was like 'ppl who ship mileven should be scared#bc the st social accounts didnt even post anything abt them for vday teehee mileven shippers are so delusional'#and i rolled my eyes so hard they almost popped out of my head#this shit does not matter! why are u being so mean to these 14 year old characters LOL#mileven and byler are both good! why are you pitting 2 bad bitches against each other!#when will ppl learn that it's more fun to analyze all ships wwith a neutral-positive pov#rather than trying to explain how the analysis makes YOUR ship better#like seriously go get a hobby that makes you happy#rather than wasting time trying to convince ppl they shouldnt ship smthn bc you dont like it#'oh but el makes mike feel inferior so it's a bad duo' bro what#like i see where youre coming from but he's allso 14#and has the  potential to llearn to not feel that way bc el loves him#not my l key sticking every time i use it#anyway. yeah. it's annoying#time to go back to only following cool chill gifmakers#just. i dont think i'll ever understand the desire to focus only on ships#is it valid to analyze media and come away with intricate thoughts on rellationships? yes of course#but god. i just want general discussions about solo charas and the show as a whole#stranger things is a story about LOVE and not about ROMANCE#my aro/ace tendencies are flaring up :zany emoji:#i say things#ANYWAY. I HAVE TO. SHUT UP LOL
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