#nobody throws tomatoes anymore :/

[wordfather]

i feel like we should go back to public shaming. we should start throwing tomatos at people again. im itching to point and laugh. i wanna boo so bad

[alltimecharlo]

Girl Mack where she’s always been a bit of a tomboy/butch so she’s never really gotten male attention before.

so she honestly has no idea Will is flirting with her, maybe no idea she’s actually gone on like 50 dates with him and he just thinks she wants to take it really slow and isn’t a totally oblivious moron

awh cute, love this anon!! fic under the cut 🩵☺️

Mack doesn’t think it’s a date.

She doesn’t. Honestly. It’s just Will. Will who texts her constantly, even when they’ve been at the rink together all morning. Will who sends her weird little memes at midnight, who always saves her a seat on the plane, who insists she tries bites of whatever he’s ordered like she’s ever said no to food in her life.

It’s Will, who smiles like it’s personal every time he looks at her, but Mack’s never been good at reading that kind of thing. Guys don’t look at her that way. Not usually. Or ever, really.

She’s always been too — something.

Too broad-shouldered. Too sharp-edged. Too into skates and sticks and backwards snapbacks. She used to wear eyeliner in junior but it always sweated off under her cage and nobody noticed except her mom, who said she looked tired anyway.

So she doesn’t think it’s a date, because dates happen to girls who are a little easier, who wear cropped tops and know how to smile just right when someone makes a joke. Mack’s good at chirps and zone entries. She can flip a puck onto the blade of her stick and toss it into the net blind. She cannot — for the life of her — tell if a guy’s hitting on her.

Which is why she says yes when Will texts her on a Thursday night, Hey wanna get burgers?

She replies, Sure.

He adds, Pick you up at 6?

She thinks it’s weird, because they usually just meet places. But whatever. She doesn’t mind the ride.

She throws on jeans and a hoodie over top. Pulls her hair back into a low bun and debates putting on mascara before deciding against it. They’re just gonna eat. It’s not like he’ll notice.

(He always notices. She doesn’t know that yet.)

Will shows up at her apartment wearing a soft-looking green sweater and a grin that should probably be illegal. He smells like laundry detergent and something warmer underneath it, like citrus and whatever cologne he wears sometimes after practice. It’s… nice. It’s kind of a lot, actually.

“Hey,” he says, and his eyes sweep over her for a second — not in a weird way, just like he’s checking if she’s okay. “You look good.”

She laughs. “I look like I’ve worn this exact outfit three times this week.”

“And yet you still look good,” Will says, and opens the passenger door for her.

Mack stares at it. “What are you doing?”

“Holding the door open?”

She blinks. “I have arms.”

He grins. “I noticed.”

She slides into the seat, vaguely confused, and mutters a thanks under her breath.

The burger place is one of those fancy casual joints, with milkshakes in mason jars and truffle fries in little tin pails. Will orders for both of them because he ‘already knows what she’ll get,’ and, annoyingly, he’s right. Bacon cheddar, extra pickles, no tomato.

Mack frowns across the table. “How’d you know that?”

“You’ve gotten the same order the last four times we’ve been here.”

They’ve been here four times?

“You sure you’re not the one stalking me?” she jokes, sipping from his milkshake without asking, because she always does and he never minds.

Will just smiles. “Wouldn’t have to stalk you if you just said yes to a real date.”

She snorts. “Yeah, okay.”

Will raises his brows. “What do you mean, yeah okay?”

“You wouldn’t actually want to go on a date with me.”

He’s quiet for a second. Long enough that Mack looks up, fry halfway to her mouth.

“Why not?” he asks, and he’s not smiling anymore.

She shrugs, a little uncomfortable. “Because I’m not, like, a — I don’t know. The kind of girl people date.”

“You’re the kind of girl I date.”

That makes her freeze.

Will leans in, slow and steady, like he’s trying not to spook a scared animal. “Mack. What do you think we’ve been doing for the past few weeks?”

She blinks.

“Seriously. We’ve been to dinner. To the beach. You came with me to that Bauer shoot and I took you to that concert after.”

“You had tickets,” she says weakly.

“Yeah. For a date.”

“I thought you just didn’t want to go alone!”

Will laughs, sudden and loud, then covers his face with both hands. “Oh my God. You are actually—this is insane. You’ve been on, like, six dates with me.”

She opens her mouth. Closes it again.

“You thought I just liked… feeding you burgers and buying you concert merch?”

She shrinks in her seat. “I mean. Kind of?”

Will reaches across the table and takes her hand. Just wraps his fingers around hers like it’s easy. Like he’s done it a hundred times.

(He’s thought about it more than a hundred times.)

“Mack. You’re beautiful,” he says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “You’re funny, you’re kind of mean, you’re good at stupid Mario Kart shortcuts and you listen when I talk about stupid stuff. I like being with you. I want to be with you. And I thought — I thought you were taking things slow.”

Mack swallows, staring down at their hands. Her skin’s rougher than his. Callused in all the places he’s smooth. But he’s holding on anyway.

“I didn’t know you meant it like that,” she says quietly.

“I did,” Will murmurs. “Still do.”

She looks up at him. And he’s smiling. Soft, a little sheepish, but sure.

“Is this… is this still a date?” she asks, because she doesn’t want to get it wrong again.

Will squeezes her fingers. “Only if you want it to be.”

And Mack—well, she’s never been good at this stuff. But she knows what she wants.

So she says, “Yeah. I want it to be.”

Will beams, and for the first time in her life, Mack feels like maybe she is the kind of girl people fall for.

♡

[miss-nandini]

Hello I found your blog and loved your writing!!! I was wondering if you could do “Saying I love you” to the house wardens from twisted wonderland (fem reader if possible) and what their reactions are? ( o///o )

A/N: Hey there! I hope you are doing well. Thank you so much for requesting. Enjoy and have a good day/night/afternoon! 💜💜

HC: Saying "I love you" to him (F! Reader)

You must be a little crazy to have chosen me. How did you hear my unspoken words? You are like the day, and I’m like the night. Let’s get together like the evenings. Love, wonderful love. It will break your heart and then heal it like the ethreal thing it is.

Or, the headcanon, where you confess to him.

I Love You!

Riddle: You broke a rule and he was mad at you. Not to mention he is supposed tutor you as well. Which meant only one thing— nobody's gonna here the end of it. You could tell he was trying hard. He didn't want to lash out. Maybe that's why, he was quiet. When the study session ended, you couldn't take the silence anymore. You didn't want him to be upset with you—not when...you love him so much. He deserves to know that! 

"Riddle, I love you."

He stopped in his tracks. He never expected to hear that words, specially from you. Not after everything. He didn't deserve it. He was supposed to be mad at you, yet...

"(Y/N)... No..."

"What do you mean, no?"

"I- we can't do this. You shouldn't—you shouldn't love ME out of all people. I don't deserve that. N-not that—

"Riddle, that's for me to decide. Say, do you reciprocate my feelings or not?"

"I-I... I do."

His voice was barely above a whisper. His face felt like it was on fire. Why do you have such an effect on him?! Despite all the doubts he couldn't help but melt in your touch as you wrap your arms around him.

"I love you too, my rose, I love you too."

Leona: He was being petty again and he was aware. But Leona is a little shit when he wants to be and we all know that. You were tired of the back and forth bickering. He just wouldn't hear you out. So, you had one last trick up your sleeve aka confess to him.

"Leona, I love you."

He was surprised. Huh? You? Love him? It took him a minute to process your words and when he finally did it he smirked like a crazy person.

"Huh, of course you love me herbivore."

His lips were on yours in no time. Congrats! You just skyrocketed his ego even further.

Azul: "I love you, Azul."

One day you dropped the bomb on him outta nowhere. He was flabbergasted. He is dreaming, right? There's no way in hell that you love his dumbass self! But there's the thing. You do love his dumbass self and when you tell him that, he is ready to crawl in his octopot. His face was redder than a tomato. He can never keep up his cool facade when you are smiling at him with literally hearts in your eyes!

"I-I-I d-don't u-unders-stand?"

He was a stuttering mess.

You took a deep breath and repeated yourself.

"You heard me right, Azul Ashengrotto, I love you."

"I-I-l-love y-you t-too!!!"

You would've sworn he was going to faint when you pecked his cheek.

Kalim: "I love you, Kalim!"

"I love you, (Y/N)!"

Yup, both of you confessed at the same time and ended up becoming a laughing mess, until the realization sank in.

"Wait... (Y/N)... you love me? Like love-love me?"

"Yes, Kalim!"

"Me too!!"

He is so happy that he ends up throwing a party in Scarabia that day. Jamil just hopes that you will keep Kalim in check. Ace and Deuce are quite surprised when they receive an invitation for the party. Well, as long as the two of you are happy.

You gained a whole sun for yourself, congrats!"

Vil: He was doing your make-up. According to him, applying make-up can make your mood better. You didn't really think so. But, oh well, he was passionate. Also, there's another reason for not saying 'no' to him. Because, this is one of the times when his complete focus is on you and you get to see his work. He loves to try out new things with you since you are the only female in the whole campus. (He likes you, but, he will never admit it.) So, it's a win-win situation for the both of you. His dedication makes you smile. Maybe, it's time that you tell him about your true feelings.

"Vil, I love you."

His hands dosen't stop, like he wasn't even surprised. But inside, he felt his heart bursting with overwhelming joy. He is overjoyed that his sweet potato feels the same for him.

He leans in.

"Let me show you my feelings, (Y/N)."

Idia: You decided to confess to him during an anime marathon in his room.The anime was romantic and that felt like a perfect timing. You locked your fingers with his, so he dosen't run away.

"Idia, I love you."

His hair literally was flaming red. He is dead sure that he heard wrong. But, the serious look on your face said otherwise. That's when he noticed how you were holding his hand and man he was sure that his heart will burst out of his chest. How can you even like a pathetic otaku like him?! That dosen't make any sense!!

"I-I-I—

He couldn't even form a proper sentence. His eyes widened even more when you leaned in.

Idia exe. has officially stopped working.

Malleus: Confessing to Malleus was proving to be harder than you thought. This guy gives off mixed signals. Not to mention that he is the future king of Briar Valley. It's really hard to understand this dragon. But, oh well, if you need to find out, then you have to confess. End of story.

So, when he arrives during night time, like he always does, you straight up admit that you love him.

"Malleus, I love you."

His eyes widened and his jaw dropped, showing his little fangs. He is adorable, you have to give him that. But then, a huge smile spreads across his face.

"My dear child of man, I see that you beat me to it. I wanted to confess too."

Even if his cheeks were red, you decided to ignore that as his lips landed on yours.

[scp-confessions-dpt]

people might throw tomatoes at me for this, but it needs to be said anyway.

im sure everyone has heard every opinion on the bright drama. ‘oh but the character is a self-insert! b-b-b-but-‘ stfu. as a victim of SA and grooming, i still use the character because i REWROTE him.

scp canon is FLUID. thats the first thing you learn. anything you want is canon to YOU. its not about adminbright anymore, people just love to hate. if you dont want to see content of the character, filter what youre seeing.

nobody is forcing you to look at bright content by holding your pets at gunpoint. let people have fun. i dont think about adminbright at all when im using MY VERSION of bright. im happy with how i wrote him. im happy that i distanced him from his original creator.

there arent ways for adminbright to profit off of bright just from people using him. distance yourself if you truly cant stand it. people differ on opinions, and thats okay. whats not okay is using the character to push hate. anti-bright people harass, not criticize, and thats terrible.

thanks for coming to my ted talk.

Thank you for your submission

[b-r-i-n-g-x]

Ao3 is down right now but i made this Crash au oneshot with Sv34 so enjoy!

You're my rare flower || SV34 CRASH AU Oneshot

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It's soon the doctor's birthday! But Sv3 does not celebrate it due to past family traumas. Sv4 however wanna make him feel special in this day, so he gets the rarest flower in the whole tenth dimension.

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Sv4 nervously went back and forth inside the small hut he was staying for the past few months. The giant man was stressed, and you may ask why?

Well, A few days before today, he was checking the weird future teller paper on the kitchen wall, which is apparently called ‘calendar’, and inside there he noticed an upcoming event. He tilted his head in confusion as he also was trying to figure out what it said, since reading is still a new thing for him. Luckily for him, his first ever friend, Dr. Sv3 was in the kitchen, preparing their breakfast.

“Hey pumpkin?”

Sv3 let out a hum to let him know he's paying attention.

4 Pointed at the circled date on the calendar. “What is uhm..m-my bird-day?”

Sv3 stopped what he was doing and walked over to the spot Sv4 was standing. His expression went blank when he saw the date on the calendar. “Oh.. uh yeah, it says ‘my birthday’.”

“What's that?”

“It's uh.. It's the day when I was born. People celebrate that day of their life.” He explained as he continued chopping the tomatoes. “Do you remember your own date?”

Sv4 began to think of it but in the end, he has no other memories of his childhood where it was good or seemed like he was celebrated.

“Oh.. well, we can choose a date for you and celebrate yours!”

Sv4 tilted his head in confusion. “What about yours? Aren't you celebrating yours?”

Sv3 frowned and sighed. “ I..I don't celebrate my birthday anymore. I don't have any friends to celebrate with And as a kid, all i got is my brothers throwing me to the piranhas…literally.” Since childhood, he was an out of ordinary kid. He was too nice to anything and everything, and didn't act the way a normal girl is supposed to act in this rotten world. And when people found out he's trans, nobody wanted to befriend him. He had no one to celebrate with him. Not even his parents who stopped having contact with after he came out. Not like his family ever loved him anyway.

the giant man frowned hearing this. “But it's a special day, isn't it? And you have me as your friend.”

The doctor stayed silent before he continued preparing their breakfast. “It's fine. I can survive another year of a regular day on my birthday. I'm not that important to be celebrated.” He grabbed some plates from the cabinet and placed them on the table. “Now, how about we have some breakfast?” Said it in a cheerful tone this time. Like a switch his mood changed.

The thought of not celebrating the birthday of the man who saved him left a bad taste on his mouth. He couldn't let this slide. He wanted to show sv3 that he is indeed an important person. The most important person ever.

So he began to do his own secret research. He learnt more about birthdays by threatening some of the meanie trespassers and learnt that people usually give gifts to the birthday boy/girl.

After that he was doing research on what could be the best gift for Sv3. For a couple days he was stuck. In this world they live in, It's not easy to find a good gift. All of them are too violent or just not fitting for his pumpkin.

Then a flashback came to his mind. One flashback from a very long time ago. In his own childhood.

And this time it came in handy to go back to the past.

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The young sv4, already half messed up by the experience he went through, was eating in his cell, while he heard a conversation between the two scientists who are responsible for his mutation.

“Hmmm so far the test subject shows very little sign of changes. I think we can call this a small success but a further test must be done. We need stronger animal DNA.” The smaller human scientist said as he was writing down information in his clipboard. “Hmm you know, I wonder if we would have good results as well if we would inject plant DNA in him?”

The female manananggal next to him started to think about the idea while the poor kid in his cell felt horrified by the thought of it. But before he could've panicked about it, the manananggal spoke. “As much as I'd love to test the theory, we're out of luck. There's no other plant around here, all of them are dead… well, except the middlemist red flower, but it's very rare to find. It's almost at the end of the island.”

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“That's it! The rare flower! It's the perfect gift!”

And his journey to find this flower has begun. When 3 went to work in his clinic all day, he left the hut and within a day he found the flower. He had many animalistic traits afterall, so getting to the end of the island didn't take him long. The adventure wasn't uneventful, he met a weird cult praising some kind of box, a sad clown with a poor career and some crazy toadettes asking him to buy them more jewelry. But all these crazy scenarios worth the effort to go because after hours of looking through the dead forest he found one. The legends weren't lie, it is rare, and my god it's beautiful. So beautiful it stands out from the dead plants. Despite the bad soil and dirt and 60% poisonous rain and water around it, it still blooms beautifully.

…Just like Sv3.

And now in the present day, he's nervously waiting for his pumpkin to arrive. Despite knowing his roommate well, his mind started doubting that this was a good idea. what if he doesn't like flowers? What if he really doesn't wanna be celebrated in any way in his birthday and Sv4 is now pushing it? Gasp- Or worse, who knows, this flower maybe rare to find for a reason, it could cause a disease he has no idea about!

His thoughts were cut short when he heard the door open. He looked at the direction and saw his best friend entering, looking quite exhausted.

“Hello! Sorry for being late, I had much more patients today than I expected.” He explained as he took off his work coat and placed it on the clothes hanger. As he turned around he saw his giant friend standing there nervously(or more like kneeling there, 3 still hasn't got the time to raise the roof up a bit yet).

He looked concerned at his buddy. “Sv4? Is everything okay?”

“Me? Uhm, yeah, I think I'm fine? Not sure? I'm scared?” He questioned his own feelings out loud.

Sv3 got close to his friend and put a hand on his shoulder. “Is it the microwave again? I told you I won't be mad if you broke it again, I know how the sound of it reminds you of the dark times.”

Sv4 shook his head as he looked away. “No, it's not about the microwave this time… it's uhm.. something else, i'm nervous about.”

The doctor pulled a nearby chair from the living room and sat down in front of his partner, patiently waiting for Sv4 to continue. He always gave him time to express himself and collect his thoughts before he could open about his feelings. But what he didn't expect today is that his roommate, from behind his back, reveals a flower in a messily painted pot, with the words “hepy birthday” written on it in green.

He was shocked, speechless. He touched his own chest where his heart is placed. “You… went all the way.. to get me this for me?”

Sv4 started sweating and backed away in panic. “You don't like it?”

Sv3 waved his hands around as he shook his head. “NO no no no, i like it!” He went silent as he stared at the flower in front of him. “...it's just..” He reached out for the pot and held it in his hands. “...nobody ever went through so much trouble for me to surprise me on my birthday.. I'm just speechless.”

“Well, you went through all the trouble for me too. This is the least I can do.”

Sv4 crawled closer to Sv3, sitting right next to him, looking anywhere else but Sv3 as he spoke. “ I may have never ever got a birthday before to know all the traditions but I do know one thing. And that's that you matter, 3. And you deserve to feel appreciated.”

He hugged his knees as he continued. “Before you, all I knew is that this is a cold cruel world we are living in. That there's no good in it.. but then I met you and.. realized there are some goods in this world.”

“So I got this flower I once heard about from the scientist.” He continued as his head faced Sv3's yet his gaze didn't. “A very rare flower that blooms beautifully despite the horrible nature it lives in..” And finally, he looked into the doctor's eyes. “...like you.”

Sv3 felt like his heart just melted into a pudding by hearing all these words. He felt something that he hadn't felt in such a long time.

The feeling of being loved.

He couldn't help, but stared at his roommate in awe, his heart was racing like it ran a marathon, his cheek turned into a nice shade of red. Overall, he was swooned.

Snapping out of the gaze, he smiled ear to ear, shyly looking away as he tucked some hair behind his ear. “Oh wow, heh, uhm- khm. I really don't know what to say, other than…Thank you. I am truly feeling special.”

Sv4 smiled back, feeling happy that his plan was a success. “I'm glad to hear that.. I heard you get cakes on birthdays too. I wanted to bake a cake as well but uhm.. things got messy.” he looked away sheepishly, feeling slightly embarrassed by the thought about what he had caused to the kitchen while preparing this birthday.

Sv3 giggled as he placed a hand on his shoulder. “We can bake the cake together. Let me put this flower in my room.”

As he got up to go to his room, he stopped for a second. Hesitantly, but in the end, he tippy-toed up to Sv4's face to plant a kiss on his cheek. “Thanks again, for this amazing gift.” And he walked towards his room. Sv4 sat there shocked, having one hand placed on that cheek he got the kiss. His face heated up as well as he felt warm feelings in his heart. He has had these symptoms for a while now, almost ever since he formed a friendship with Sv3.

He wasn't sure what kind of disease is causing you to have positive warm feelings, but he decided not to worry about it right now. He asks Sv3 later if he remembers this time.

The rest of the night has spent with two of them baking cakes and telling the wild stories that happened to them today, including beating up intruders to get info about birthday traditions.

[warsamongthestars]

THINGS TBB SHOULD HAVE HAD - pt 2

The rage, it burns, it makes me feel Alive.

... And frankly, raging at this show its a lot more productive than raging at real people.

(If we point out the "real people" in the credits, I will tell you, they signed their name away the moment they started this project, and unless they give away why this was a shitshow and a list of names and good reasonable reasons. Sorry, pal, They don't get my sympathy or my Praise--and I will Remember Them. )

Anyway...

SEASON 1

AN ACTUAL FULFILLING SEASONAL FINALE

Look, the finales were a pissing contest at Best. Oh yes, the set up, Hunter gets Captured, that's a great lure. Lures us in.

... And then they cocked it up. What kind of dramatic conversation did we have?

"Oh I don't have the chip anymore!" - Says the guy who was brainwashed and who never visibly lost said chip.

Whoever made the Twit about it--tell them they should be ashamed. Tell them to get off the stage. Throw rotten tomatoes if you have to (Only Rotten, we want to hurt their pride). Drag them out with Thalia's Hook. If you want it to be canon, it has to be IN THE STORY ITSELF, and it has to be Indisputable. Unless you have hosted the story on your Social Media, like many of our indie artists do, it Won't Count. ( Kark your Author's Intent. What exists is what is on the Page. ) The last time we saw Crosshair's chip, it was getting Enhanced, not Removed. You can speculate--but you cannot prove otherwise.

Lots of insults and petty spitbacks - Not a legit emotional conversation in the slightest. Just a lot of hissy fits with nobody really explaining their motives.

Worse.

In a character driven show, the characters must have a voiced conversation.

There is no "Voiced" Conversation.

What does that mean? That means the characters show off their motivations through Their Own Voice--the dynamic that makes them a unique character from either other characters, or from the archetype they pull from.

For example-- The Powerpuff Girls and Superman and Shazam all pull from the same Archetype, as the Invincible Hero. That is what they're introduced as... But Buttercup wouldn't give Lex Luthur the time of day, Shazam is basically Magic (and is actually a Superman Copycat that got adopted), and Superman would not leave Mojo Jojo in a brain-reaveling damaged state.

Their individual character voices and motivations and histories, shine through their character. This is a Character's Voice.

The Bad Batch, who have been set up in TCWs has having individual voices but similar motivations, do not have a Voice in the Finale. In fact, most of their series is about Depriving Them of their Voices, motivated only by an outside force (Empire for Cross, Omega for BBs), and never once divulging into personal history or motivation.

For example, let's pull some implication from TCWs...

If Hunter had said, "Cross, would you really think that about 99?", 99 being the old man whose number served the BBs, and likely had a say in their childhoods / training, do you really think that Crosshair would've stayed with the Empire?

Hell, if 99 was considered at all, the shallowness of Crosshair's personality as shown in BB, would've had a dynamic.

Similarly with Fives with Echo. Does Fives really deserve just a footnote?

Or how bout just Echo's history in general. Damaged, Modified and Captured, forced to act against his will to kill thousands--surely Echo would've brought up Crosshair situation at any point. Especially after the chips?

All of these things would've given motivation, dynamic and Voice, to the Character in Question. And that would give Emotional IMpact for the Finale. Maybe not absolve all of it--but characters prove their mettle here.

This is the last "chapter" of the first "Book".

Ending it in squabbles, ignoring all history that is supposedly attached to these characters, makes not only for a weak story, it weakens the characters, it weakens the next "Book"--and it shows off that you're just fucking around for "Content".

If you're here to Farm, then pal, you are literally worse than the Clickbait Content Farms on Youtube. Those things are at least Honest.

The finale of season 1, as it stands, does not have proper character build up, doesn't have proper character motivation, blatantly tosses out an important world-build element like it was scrap, and ends with squabble and over use of Chandler's Law.

0 outta 10--disappointing. Give that art reward to the VAs and the Animators, they're the only folk who've had any honest work done.

CHARACTER VOICE - LAYER 2 / LAYER 3

There is no Character Motivation in TBB. You might say "But Omega--", a series satellite characters surrounding a donut steel is not Character Motivation, brace yourselves to be laughed off 00's Fanfic Dot Net.

TCWs sets up the Bad Batch has being strong characters, with voices and motivations that we have yet to fully discover. TCWs can get away with not divulging fully, because in the background, there is a War Going on, and you really can't Pause to divulge in Character.

For TBB, the war is technically Over, the characters are on the run, it is the perfect time to divulge in character. They are Free from the Get Go.

Season 3's Finale of "We can do what we want now!"--Fuck this, Fuck you, Fuck Off, I am TEMPTED To write a Fanfiction where Emerie Karr just fucking kills you Hunter. You could'a done that by Episode 2, jackass. Freedom of Character implies you had Character to Start With.

They do not divulge in character. It has been a none-stop "And Then" since the word "GO".

Yes, there is the motivation to survive, but so far, the only motivations have been "Get to destination" and "Omega". What does Hunter really think about losing Crosshair, one of his closest brothers if not Batchmate? What about Echo, who would know that this is wrong and something horrible has happened? What about Tech, who was claiming in Episode 1 that there is Programming? What about Wrecker, who would've noticed if Crosshair was more off than usual, given that Crosshair doesn't give a damn about orders or Order, or rank and file? (Wrecker steps in a lot of Crosshair in TCWs).

What about he rug being pulled under the team, who now no longer a republic to rely on? Do they have history in the natural galaxy? TCWs implies they already don't do things by the rules, so surely they would know to support themselves outside of the Republic? Do they have friends? Epsiode 1's background details suggest they've been active since war-start, what about all that history?

What about that plan about laying low?

All these questions and more, will never be answered. Because the story simply draws these dolls where ever it wants, and to give dolls a voice, would mean the writers actually cared about the characters they have--OH LOOK ITS CAD BANE! JINGLE JINGLE.

FOLLOWING UP ON REVELATIONS

Episode 1 says there is a 5th enhanced clone. The finale says, its not Omega.

Problem 1 is that this mystery was only played at in Season 1, and additionally, only relevant minor in the start and the finale.

That is not how you deal in revelations.

If this was an important point, at all, then what you do is--

You make that Enhanced Clone appear in Season 1. A perfect point, is that, if you're going to keep the "Brainwashed Crosshair" plot, you give that Enhanced clone to Crosshair's team.

Or, if you're like me, and prefer that the team dynamic not get fucking broken, you put that fifth enhanced clone in Crosshair's commander spot, and we switch between the two to both show where our Main characters are at, and then show what's going on on the Empire side in a post-republic galaxy.

The revelation about Nala Se creating CF99 is stupid. Like, that'd be something Tech could've found at any point in the last 3 years. Because he's not stupid, and he gets into everything.

The revelation that they were made on purpose, is also fucking stupid. Because by reasoning standards--if you have, say, 99 as the example of a clone who got the bad end of the development cycle, then one can reasonably say that the BBs were made as they are, on purpose. The idea of "Defective Clones with Beneficial Mutations" is good as a rumor among Regs, because the project would be like, Top Secret, except to CF99 themselves, who would definitely realize that a Special Forces Team with Super Powers was Made On purpose.

The only follow up for a potential enhanced clone is Emerie Karr, and... that, basically comes outta no where, and her story doesn't make any fucking sense, and she has as much shallow character a dry pool.

With no motivations, no history that lines up, no logical sense for anything, and no explanations, with any supposed story that is implied by this point thanks to audience knowledge... begin defied, leaving this character in a non-state of existence. She is a copycat of Tech. She adds nothing, does nothing, and sits there and be fan service.

( out of Spite, I will take this character, and Make Something Of Her. Prolly to Kill Hunter. )

The revelation of the Chip should've been revisited in order to both reinforce TCWs, and to show that TBB is a true sequel to TCWs. Instead, it gets drama, and then gets dropped, and then the writers fuck around. Weakening both not only TBB, but also TCWs, Order 66, and generally, Star Wars as a thing.

When you have an element of World-Build that is extremely significant to how the world works and how the over all greater story functions, tossing it aside, leaves a GAPING FUCKING HOLE YOU WORLD.

Stuff like that, in a regular story, generally needs a noticeable weakness before you can juggle it. Inuyasha is definitely a half-demon, but he becomes human under a new moon. A Super Saiyan can't be defeated... Unless you tug on their tail. The Deathstar can only be defeated because they left the exhaust pipe open, and even then, you have to get Close.

When you have a world-build element, you have to not only make its rules on how to defeat it--but KEEP THEM. The whole "Oh it wears off" is not viable, because it is explicitly a Chip (Therefor Technology and Technology does not wear off in Star Wars--just ask Echo and his lack of regrown legs), and it is there at Birth (Therefore adapted all their lives), and this is a set up from TCWs to show why these individual boys inspite of their clone hood, who made relationships with so many people, turned on them at notice without hesitation.

Magic Wears Off.

Cybernetics, Does Not.

Even Howzer has the implication that the reason his chip doesn't quite work, is because he got a face full of Something. Just look at the Scars. This is a similar implication towards Crosshair' chip... which was Ruined by the Finale, because the writers were spending all their time on Xitter (How many rotten tomatoes do we have now?)

NO FILLER

Y'know, for a show that supposedly cut ot the fat, it was filled to the brim with filler episodes, only sparingly separated by moments of actual revelancy. Moments of character development and greater story.

Let me tell you what's actually filler.

Episodes that have no impact and are never mentioned again.

Which is most of the series.

Guest Characters--characters from toher places or other mediums that come by to visist and make an episode special because they are recognizable. These are used sparingly as to not take away from the main characters or story.

Every episode. There is never an episode that doesn't involve Guests. Episode 1 was nonstop. The only ones that don't finally invovle Guests, is the Finale of Season 3, and that is not a reward point, that is just proves there are so many holes in this show.

Episodes that are purely meant to relax from either mass plot or mass character, in order to pace a story's emotional impact.

The problem here is actually the opposite. There is never a fucking down moment. Something always has to be loud, something is always happening, there is no Rest Stop. There's only one or two rest-stops, and they aren't relaxing, they feel like a collapse after an exhaustion.

TBB is filled to he brim with Filler. We don't learn anything, we don't experience, what little we do experience is offset by the lack of experience in everything else.

I can't feel for Crosshair's "Redemption" because he has nothing to be redeemed for. I don't consider someone being mindcontrolled / drugged as a thing to be redeemed from. That right there is called "Victim Blaming". Why would I want to redeem someone because they got attacked?

Do I blame all those poor clones who got hit with the Geonosis Worms for their actions? Fuck No I don't.

I can't feel for the relaxing moments, because it comes off as a long end of exhaust and work. It takes WORK to go through this Story, and I earn NOTHING at the end.

( Look at all my analysis, the gods know I tried. Gods I tried.)

The story does nothing. It feels like Doomscrolling trying to understand any of it, and even going with the flow feels like trying to avoid a waterfall edge.

There isn't enough character to have plot, its all Filler.

I could go into Omega, but been there a lot, done that, and I don't feel like being a broken record this time.

Season 1, ain't great. Season 2 is worse, and I can only imagine what kind of disaster S3 was as a result.

ADDENDUM:

There's a charm to Emerie Karr. She just needs real character. YOu can tell how well the writers actually made her, by the amounts of fanfiction she has... ... In that her fanfics are only counted on one hand in comparison to the boys' THOUSANDS. that's how you know how significant she actually was.

[crumblinggothicarchitecture]

While I agree with most of your posts

I think bringing up grammar in song writing is just kinda weird

Like as long as a song isn't as egregiously grammatically incorrect as 'I'll do what I should have did' (thank you deacon blue) it just isn't a relevant criticism?

Even the song writer you respect most probably doesn't write their songs like an essay they can lose marks for. And that's a good thing! Songs would be a lot worse if writers were worrying about these things

It's just such a bizarre thing to bring up- and unfortunately it kinda makes your other points look less valid because it comes across as weird and petty and like you'll drag Swift for anything (Plus obsessions with 'correct' grammar is just rooted in abliesm, classism and racism- so yeah not a good look)

Plus bringing up your literature degree... like you never studied poetry? Which famously plays with grammar and sentence structure? Like that's inherent to the genre and while very little of TTPD is poetic, lyrics are still most similar to poems then they are to essays or journal articles

Sorry you just really hit a nerve here cos it's just such a ridiculous thing to bring up.

Okay, yes people don't write songs like essay's. However, they often still use determinable grammar rules in art.  

You are keying into the difference between prescriptive and descriptive grammar rules. 

The prescriptive rules are ones that you are most likely to find first listed in dictionaries or textbooks. Descriptive grammar rules contend with the dialectal differences and slang. In either case, rules and stipulations or exceptions are noted in various linguistic analysis of the demographic's dialect. Both subgroups of grammar are consistently evolving as the use of the English language changes over time.  

Before I move on, I just want to say that I am well-aware of the deep history surrounding the debates on proper grammar. These debates, of course stem, from sociohistorical issues surrounding class, race, and ableist attitudes. You are correct. However, the academic conversation on grammar and linguistics has advanced dramatically into the subdivision of grammar-practices with respect to dialectal and cultural differences. I judge Taylor Swift's grammar as similar to my own, since she claims to be from my “neck of the woods.” Thus, I feel it is entirely appropriate for me to throw metaphorical tomatoes at her.  

 In the juncture of this difference on prescriptive and descriptive, I want to make that point that people who utilize the difference well often take prescriptive rules and bend them to fit their specific thematic point, thus the lyric forms to its set of descriptive grammar rules. These artists do it with such finesse and precision, unlike Taylor Swift, that it’s nearly awe-inspiring.  

For instance, Kendrick Lamar uses many AAVE typical syntactical structures to make his music personalized art. He won a Pulitzer for it. Take, as an example, the intro to his song “Humble” in which he writes, “Nobody pray for me / It been that day for me” (2017). This is not grammatically correct according to the prescriptive grammar rules laid out in the 1940’s. However, linguistic scholars do not operate on so strict a pendulum anymore. Notice, too, that Lamar is not actually breaking any grammatical rules, only playing with the purpose and form of his syntax, when we take into account the dialectical intention with which he uses “it been” as a poignant use of the past participle form of the verb “to be.” Thus, the simple sentence of “it is” changes into the “it been” as a subjective call first to his cultural dialect and to the thematic gesture of the song. As the phrase “it been” leaves out the helping verb “have” which would put the phrase into present progressive tense should it be present; however, it’s noticeable absence as a stiff detraction from prescriptive grammar rules, focuses Lamar’s thematic point on moving the audience to mediate on the past as it intrudes on the present time. His use of language discrepancy between prescriptive and descriptive rules focuses recognition on his dialectal culture and on his main thematic point as it hinges on making sure to notice where you’ve been in life in order to stay humble and live with authenticity. He is a masterclass on descriptive grammar being used in such a beautifully artistic way that I am damn near in tears for his music.  

Okay, moving onto to your point about poetry not being grammatically correct. You are quite wrong here, because poetry "plays" with syntax but it does not throw the rules out. Much like the example I laid out above, poetry does the same thing wherein it plays with prescriptive grammar in a thoughtful way that often ties into the moral or theme of the work. Poetry centers on a different form of syntactical methodology... yes, you are right. However, the emphasis is still on the necessity of understanding grammar structures like poetic feet, meter, rhyme scheme (etc). It's not a free-for-all. The best poets of the last 6 centuries have been some with the most linguistically precise sentence structure that I've ever read. I can give you examples, but if I do that this answer will become a million words long.  

I am, however, sorry to have struck a nerve or come-off like a know-it-all. I was only expressing my frustration that Taylor Swift is apparently one of the biggest artists in the world and she doesn't even bother to ask a friend if the meaning of her phrases gets lost in excessively languishing grammatical structures. For instance, in her song “Chloe or Sam or Marcus or Whatever” she is stacking so many phrases hinging on coordinating conjunctions that the meaning of the phrase itself loses any poignant message. She writes:

Named Chloe or Sam or Sophia or Marcus And I just watched it happen As the decade would play us for fools And you saw my bones out with somebody new Who seemed like he would've bullied you in school And you just watched it happen (Chloe or Sam or Sophia or Marcus).

In this stanza alone there are 6 coordinating conjunctions stacked together, interspersed with additional prepositional phrases and 2 extra relative clauses. It is the most egregious run-on sentence I have ever seen published before. I've seen better, cleaner prose in the work I've graded from High School freshmen. Not only could she have said it in less words, but the way she is writing it makes it drag on and on. The meaning gets lost, and any emotional impact is shut down because people get lost in the wordiness.

It’s a failure on her part, and it’s clear how just writing a run on sentence with no meaning is so much different than the way that someone like Lamar is masterfully arranging language to fit his purpose.  It's offensive that she gets to make a million-billion dollars off so little effort. 

Sorry, I wrote you an essay, but I am so incredibly passionate about writing. Also, I’ve been listening to Lamar a lot today because of his recent diss track, and it just reminded about how much of a lyrical genius he is. Sorry, I detoured into a rant about how cool he is too. And I need people to understand that I am not critiquing Swift because I need to dunk on someone in order to bolster my own sense of self-worth. I just want better mainstream art, and I want people to have better, stronger art with which to engage.  

I did not mean to hurt your feelings.  You are quite right that obsession with "proper" grammar is bullshit; however, I am not looking for some old fashioned "proper" nonsense. I want people to write like Lamar, with intelligence and passion while he bends the notions of grammar, not like Taylor Swift with obvious run-on obfuscated and stupid phrases.

edit: Also, good writers do actually worry about grammar. It has to do with illocutionary forces behind the phrases. The best among us knows the language inside and out, and that is why they are the best writers.

Edit 2: Also, I've been thinking about this, but what do you think literary and poetry critics do? You say it's bizarre to critique Taylor Swift’s poor grasp of the English language? Of course, I'm critiquing that... she's the one who calls herself a writer. I don't go around checking everyone's grammar, but if you call yourself a "good" writer and a poet, obviously expect people to analyze the words on the page.

[niittinaatti]

LG Niiverse: Brainfreeze

This is some lame band that was around a few hundred years ago and pretty forgotten nowadays. Basically these guys bonded over being magic in zareen and sick all the time and started a shitty band about it as teenagers, but they’re adults at this point and have gotten a little less shitty I think. Also surprisingly regular ass names because when I came up with these guys I was already past my curlinitajosefrollop phase

Casio: He plays keyboard and has multiple sclerosis and can’t move much, but the big reason he’s so sad-looking half the time is because his parents were very dami jani and made him go to strict school and study a shit ton even though he’s not even that smart (good at faking it though) He might also be another relative of Yue’s, being all dumpy seems to run in the family. Also for some reason he thinks vampires are sexy as hell and loves reading trashy inaccurate goffik books about them lol

Zicki (or Zic Lux Lin but obviously nobody calls her that) is a goblin who wears a wig to look cool and an ugly pepaja sweater to look less cool. But who cares she’s cool. Anyways she’s their guitarist and very loud and energetic but easily pissed off sadly. Uses magic to make herself louder at every opportunity, and can also shoot lightning. Fights with Stefan a lot especially.

Croc: One of Sovereign’s older kids who he banished as a kid for being an idiot (probably just had the Mr. Ocean condition) and got raised by some fishers from Zareen over a few generations. He plays sax or similar and he’s a silly guy and still pretty childish since he grew up slower than the others of course. Likes weird flavored sodas and collects scented erasers. He might actually be still alive maybe.

Jonas is a faun who plays bass and draws their posters. He’s trans and knows he looks incredibly girly but doesn’t give a shit, but he doesn’t talk much because he doesn’t like how his voice sounds like. Also is the biggest slut in the band and always tries to score with people, but he’s pretty chill and probably has the most braincells out of them. Can do some healing magic which is useful when these idiots get into shenanigans, also evil memes

Stefan is this wimpy scringly albino satyr whose mom sent him to live in the city cuz the woods was getting a bit scary. He’s got three asshole feral jock brothers who sometimes come over to beg him for stuff cuz zareen doesn’t have much woods anymore idk. Anyway Stefan is only slightly less of an asshole and pulls pranks on people for fun a lot but he’s surprisingly non horny, doesn’t want to fuck people unless it would be funny or smthn. Anyway he plays drums because of course

He’s magical and can do telekinesis but like most satyrs he’s pretty shit at it. He has to hold bigger objects while moving them so basically he has more like super strength but it’s something. Also he owns this impractical huge ass final fantasy sword that he carries around just to show off.

Zigzag: A maenad who spawned when the band were jamming out one day. This was a pretty big deal because it proved that whatever tf they were doing qualified as music so they basically made her their mascot and got inspired to do better. Zigzag is their biggest fan and wishes she were smarter and could invent a freeze ray to really freeze the brains of people who throw tomatoes at them but Karenza stopped making minervae what can you do. Yeah she’s still around of course.

But they still have their fans even now... Pakila got an old ass record from her dad (Awesomeness gave it to him as a bonus, for some reason) and decided that it's WAY better than the crap Sineriina and all the other kids listen to, and got Maleena into it too, and also Ignatius who they doesn't otherwise get along with but he secretly likes their weird music. Maybe these 4 will become a shitty villain team or something when they're older hah

How Brainfreeze feel about smoking cigarettes Casio: No thanks Croc: Will slap them away from your hand like they're evil Jonas: If you offered him he would act comically offended and play a song about how smoking is deadly for three hours Zicki might try once, pass out from coughing and then swear them off for life Stefan: Well that's more for him *shoves the entire pack in his mouth and smokes all at once* Zigzag: Lame, that's not broccoli

Obligatory bonus

It’s my loomingsona! Wowie!

I’m a faun with one antler because that’s very gender. Also I can't see much with the goggles and blame drawing mistakes and failed memes on that. Boring outfit because I dress boringly in real life (it's comfier)

Slightly less boring outfit:

They make comics for the funny pages on some kinda global Matuzan magazine. Apparently dwp's sona works at its advice column. Also they’re a descendant of Varas’ brother Rosvo who I made up (that’s a Finnish word for bandit because I’ll never stop bullying Varas for her name)

Also some headcanons: Fauns of Ibias descent have a little higher chance for the females to have antlers, though it's still uncommon. It's a reference to how female reindeer have antlers. Also, reindeer eyes change color according to the season because they accommodate for the different amount of light, so faun eyes change color according to the season or if they travel to a different climate, but probably not as much as with reindeer and it's less noticeable in darker eye colors.

That's me in the winter, in the summer my eyes turn brownish, around the same shade as my hooves.

[triccina]

What dialogues would Lua have if she was a MTAS npc?👀 Feel free to add as many lines as you want.

Thank you for Ask! 💞

I really enjoyed creating these lines of dialogue 💜

Introduction

Huh? You're new in town too? Good for you, I guess... Sorry for being rude. I'm Lua, your fellow builder. If you need anything, better ask to Mi-an. Don't trust what that old commissioner says. "President" is nonsense.

First Fireside Meeting

I find it interesting how this telesis speech always wins people's hearts. You weren't half bad either. I thought they'd throw a tomato at my face or something. Only Yan liked it. I guess I really need to work on my manners.

Acquaintance

The winds in Sandrock are so unpredictable! I mostly fail to predict sandstorms through the winds. In Highwind, it's much easier to know when it's going to rain or thunder.

Sandrock has so many lovely little street animals. If I didn't have other plans, I'd have taken them all to my workshop already.

There's a fine line between wanting to make money and wanting to laze around all day. Today is a perfect day for indulging in my laziness.

The research center director seems absent-minded, but he knows how to make our work easier. I knew him from the letters he used to send to my Pa when director was just a student. They both have the same research line about the old world's space technology.

Buddy

Hey, buddy! Found anything new in the ruins? We could go together someday! Don't worry, I'll bring any extra snacks we need! What do you like to eat? I can cook.

Oh man, Justice scolded me again because I accidentally, without intent, went into a place he told me was off-limits. Maybe I should work on my sneaking skills.

Hey sunshine. You're so radiant today. Your eyes shine like a supernova. It's so beautiful... You're blushing, that's cute. Don't worry, I'm just teasing you. But that doesn't mean I'm lying.

I don't miss Highwind that much. But one thing that saddens me is not being able to fly anymore. Feeling the wind on your face, adrenaline rushing through your veins. The feeling of freedom is unparalleled when you're in the sky.

Good Friends

You know, I don't usually tell people this. But when I was a kid, my best friend was a turtle named Deimos; he's my Pa's pet. I made helmets for him, and we played a lot. I named my workshop after him because he was my only company when I tried to disassemble and reassemble things my Ma brought from the ruins for me.

Did you know music boxes and pocket watches operate on the same principle?! A spiral spring assisting the movement of gears and a cord that defines both the music and the running time of the hands. I have some diagrams I drew myself if you want to build one.

My master Maxwell came to Sandrock as a builder when that Lou guy was the mayor; he helped build many things in the city. But the old man always spoke of the city with a certain regret. Now I understand why; progress ended up destroying Oasis a little more. I hope I can make a positive difference in Sandrock this time.

Birthday

My birthday? It's the thirteenth of fall. I like being born on this day; it's not too cold and not too hot. And the golden and red leaves make the landscape pleasant. Now that you know, I expect at least a gift, or we can just have a shot at the Saloon; that would be good too.

Day of Memories

You know, Day of Memories isn't just for people who are gone; it's also for people who are far away. I think I'll light one for my Ma and for my master this year.

Day of the Bright Sun

Huh? Why do I have this expression? Nobody is obligated to smile on every holiday that happens... Sorry. I just don't like this date very much.

Winter Solstice

I didn't think I'd stay in Sandrock this long. I hope the next year can be surprisingly good like this one was.

Gifts

Loves:

Weapon/pickhammer

Are you sure you want to give me this? They're very well made! I can't wait to test it! Thank you so, so much, builder.

Food

I'm definitely going to devour this. Thank you so much; it's my favorite food in the world. You're amazing!

Clocks

This model is amazing! I wonder if I can date the manufacturing? I can't believe it, builder! I'll be grateful for the rest of my life for this.

Neutral:

Thank you, I guess. Maybe I can make some money with this!... Did I say that too loud?

Dislikes:

Is this supposed to be a joke? If so, it was terrible. If not, you're an idiot. Get that out of my sight.

Romance

Accepting Confession:

I confess I was expecting something like this from you. So if you really feel that way, we can try to make it work.

Rejecting Confession:

I don't know if I have better words for this right now, but I'll try. Huh thank you, I'm flattered, but it won't work out.

Breaking Up:

Is this another one of our jokes or something? Got it. I should've known that these romantic nonsense things don't last a season.

Dialogue After Certain Missions

Qi and I spent the night mapping old world satellites and trying to find any traces of spaceships! Thank you for finding that super telescope.

I heard you and Mi-an renovated some things in the town; that was nice. Can you call me next time? I seem like I don't care, but I wanted to help these people more.

That sandwall is everything we could need! Heidi is a brilliant architect. We won't have to decrease production during sandstorms. You know what that means? More money.

[m1ckeyb3rry]

HELPME THE 💸 IS ALSO FRYING ME I ALWAYS GIGGLE BEFORE I CLICK THE EMOJI ererer ill be 🐙(if it isnt taken) until further notice 🫡🫡 (or i reveal myself if i build up the courage to HELP im a literal nobody on this app but its scary </3)

honestly the second nagi left bllk i went oh okay and stopped paying attention i love him sm why did he LEAVE 💔💔💔 WE INDEED WENT INTO PHAINSANITY TOGETHER HUZZAH we’ll get back into bllk one day

ik we basically only rlly talk about bllk and hsr (mickey mouse prior to this LMFAOAAOA I STILL HAVE THE PHOTOS IF I HAVENT MENTIONED THIS BEFORE) but i wanna say that your fics lowkey inspire me to write!! well i havent started its been a year or so since the last time i popped in and well i still havent started so clearly i have higher priorities(hsr) compared to trying to acc start.. i think the only thing stopping me is like the nagging thought that whatever im writing is absolutely terrible and i will get thrown tomatoes and bricks if i start posting anything 🍅🍅🍅 i have like a WHOLLLEEE list of ideas and my friends are acc getting sick and tired of me sharing my ideas and are saying “mf write the damn fic write whatever u want” LIKE OKAAAYYY stop with the attitude im trying over here 🙁 i wanna start w this one idea and may start writing it this sunday, tune in to see where it leads! (probably not starting but ill be on a plane for a few bajillion hours hehe im going to japan YAAAYAYY so maybe ill keep myself busy)

- 🐙

I DON’T THINK IT IS !! hehe octopus anon sounds good to me !! but pls don’t worry if you do ever reveal yourself there’s no such thing as popularity on this app anyways 🙂‍↔️ WHO GAF 😝❕

HELPMEEE YES THIS WAS LITERALLY ME like okay idc anymore and now i’m so out of it IT’S BEEN MONTHS OF PHAINSANITY ATP I THINK IT IS A LONG TERM THING 💔 but hehe we are in it together frfr

PLS YOU CAN SEND ME THE PHOTOS IF YOU WANT LMFAO but omg wait i am so honored to hear that 🥹 and omg i feel that i haven’t written in so long because i am grinding for sunday funds 😑 but YOUR FRIENDS ARE RIGHT !! i promise no one will throw tomatoes (if they do send them my way) and you are definitely way better than you think 🙂‍↕️ it can be super daunting to start writing a story but once you take that first step it really is so fun even if it’s tough!! BUT OMG YAYYY NEW IDEA who is it for ?? is it Mr phaichan…….and AH planes are always a good place to lock in A TRIP TO JAPAN SOUNDS SO COOK THOUGH I HOPE YOU HAVE A SAFE FLIGHT AND SM FUN 🤩

[daydreamsandafternoonteafics]

character ask game but it’s crossroads part 3 bc harry keeps doing things that make me want to fight him in a parking lot (i will)

“how does your character relax?” does river even know what relaxing is anymore or is she just running on burnt coffee and emotional whiplash

“does your character enjoy celebrating holidays?” i’m picturing river trying to do like a cute themed dinner or something for holidays and harry either forgetting or showing up late with a new tie and a bottle of wine she didn’t ask for (wow i’m making myself sad over made up scenarios but then again i feel like with harry it probably would’ve happened)

“is there food that’s made your character sick?” this is dramatic but did river ever try to cook for harry and then he ruined it by being a dick and she couldn’t eat it after??? bc that feels like something that would happen and i’m already upset

“what type of environment does your character like best?” i need river in a little countryside kitchen with natural light and zero men(including ryan). i’m just saying.

“who would your character turn to for backup in a fight?” if river got into a verbal slapdown with anne at a family dinner (which she should, honestly), who’s stepping in? not harry. maybe the ghost of decency?

“how likely is it for your character to initiate a friendship?” okay but how did river even meet ryan and WHY is he always around. what’s his origin story and is he lowkey obsessed ANDDDD CAN WE GET RID OF HIMMMM

“is there a creature that scares your character?” follow-up: is it harry

“how much does your character care about wasting food?” i feel like river would rather die than waste a single herb. harry, on the other hand, gives “ordered $85 truffle fries and didn’t eat them” energy

“would your character ever try to haggle?” river 100% argues at farmer’s markets over tomatoes. harry just throws money at problems until they go away. (im so funny ngl)

“what would it take for your character to give up an item they really like?” what’s the one thing river owns that’s tied to her mom or her past that she’d never let go of—even if harry asked? (and if he did ask, for work reasons or whatever, i’d riot.) OKAY THIS IS THE LAST PART I SWEAR THANK YOU FOR YOUR TIME🤗🤗

1.A rare relaxing moment for River right now is a bath before bed or an afternoon at the farmer's market. Hopefully, a little time away from Harry will help her relax a little bit more.

2.River loves holidays! They are usually super busy for her with orders coming in from her catering business but she's still super joyful and puts a lot of effort into the celebrations she has with her family. She does like doing these little festive dinners or lunches, like a Hawaiian luau barbeque for summer. Harry most definitely ends up forgetting or sadly, just doesn't give a damn if it's not an important holiday recognized by the country, and arrives home to the leftovers with sorry excuses.

3.Chapter 1, when Riv announces her pregnancy, is a prime example of this. She went through all that effort to make Harry's favorite meal that included one of her first trimester nausea triggers and he was so pissed about her being pregnant, he didn't even finish eating.😒 Somebody slap this man around a couple of times, please.

4.I think River would really thrive in the countryside with no men😍. Natural sunlight, a cozy little kitchen for cooking, no cellphone for Harry to call and aggravate her, and a rocking chair where she can sit and knit something for the baby boy. *Chef kiss*. She'd also love a little beach cottage by a lighthouse.

5.Certainly, Harry would not defend Riv if Anne said something out of pocket to her 😔so I definitely think Kate(her mom) is jumping in to defend her baby becuase nobody talks to her daughter any kind of way.

6.River is sort of an introvert, so most of her friendships started with others approaching her(like Hannah), or she may strike up a convo with someone if she notices they share something in common. Ryan is one of those built-in childhood friends. When Riv and her mom moved to Carolina Beach when she was four, the Gallagher family lived next to the hotel where they lived, and seeing that they had kids the same age, Ryan's mother took a liking to River and Kate. The rest is history. Dude's been around for a long time, got to witness Riv's glow up into a beautiful woman, so it makes perfect sense why he's probably secretly obsessed with her. Ryan's literally the boy next door.

7."Is it Harry?🤣🤣" Omg, you're too funny. I think as a chef, boll weevils scare River the most. They will get into your flour, pasta, rice and wreak havock on your entire pantry.

8.River was raised on a "waste not want not" mentality, so she views wasting food as a sin. She'll try her hardest to use leftovers for things like broth,bubble and squeak or another meal and will feel bad if she has to throw something away. Harry, on the other hand, is definitely the "ordered $85 dollar truffle fries and didn't eat them" type🤣. Leftovers did not exist in the Styles household; there were new meals on the table every day (that Anne did not make), even if food from the night before had not been eaten.

9.River most definitely haggles at the farmer's market, even more now that she's pregnant with baby Styles and craving fresh fruit all the time. If that bag of grapefruit is too expensive or she just knows those tomatoes are not worth the price they're being sold for, she'll try to get them to go down. Now that her bump is super visible, she's more likely to get a discount just because her belly is cute😍. Harry would rather die than haggle. He'll happily pay full price for anything.

10.River would cherish her childhood toys like a rag doll or a teddy bear and would probably pass them on to baby Styles. She likely also has the first set of pots and pans she started cooking with in college that are rusty and beat up now, but they hold sentimental value to her because her mom got them for her. It would probably annoy Harry to see them in the cabinets with all the new cookware he's brought her for birthdays , but he wouldn't care enough to get rid of them.

Thanks so much for sending these asks! I just LOVE how you perfectly related them to each character's personalities.🤗 It was so fun!

[cowboyy-anon]

Hey windddd soooooo I miss cowboy and I got nobody to throw tomatoes at anymore (I gotta wait until he's buried first tbh) can I throw some at u :(

*The wind blows all tomatoes away from you*

[goldfishshithead]

Okay, I’m literally inviting hate on myself by saying this probably but here goes. I’m nowhere near Shibabwa but I’m (kinda) sure everyone will survive this despite the level of devastation and pure despair. Believe in the plot armour, trust in ONE & Murata. I’m strictly speaking as a villain enjoyer in this post, so I’ll be crying about my precious blorbos some other time, in another post.

I’m honestly looking forward to this. This otherworldly entity who claims to be ‘God’ is The ultimate creepy, merciless, sinister, nasty, unfair, cheating, lying, evil, rotten Bad Guy(TM). The worst of the worst. A horrifying, disgusting terror-inducing spine-chilling bad guy. That evokes every kind of fear in you. To find yourself in this thing’s bad books is to doom yourself to a fate worse than death. And what we’re witnessing right here and now is him using Garou as a medium to channel what is probably just a fraction of his actual power. A villain to end every single fucking small fry of a villain who has made the rookie mistake of thinking of themselves as some major “scary” antagonist. I mean!!! even Blast and his Intergalactic Star Troopers (TM) are having a tough time containing this guy to whatever dimensional jail he’s supposed to be in. And that, I believe, is a truly worthy MEGAVILLAIN to the story of one punch man. *cue the sound of impending doom inching closer by the second*

On a relatively er less sadist note, I’d personally rather have our heroes lose this battle than lose the war, the bigger picture. Earn some experience points. Remember when Metal Bat said “Heroes don’t lose.” ? That still stands. They either win or they learn. Maybe they’ve learnt this time. Because at some point in the far distant unknown future our heroes are gonna (maybe idk) take this ‘god’ guy head-on right? Might as well get some firsthand experience with wtf this dude is all about. I’m excited to see how this is gonna turn out.

[sednas]

being in a poly relationship with kirishima & bakugo

okay so, I'm a sucker for polyamorous relationship and I recently listened to this audio series and it made me want to do this headcanon

genderneutral!reader

trigger warning: poly stuff and fluff, also, this is quite long

I think it's Kirishima who decided to confess his feelings towards Bakugo and you

this poor boy was so lost when he started to fall in love with you two

he tried to hide his feelings and act how a friend would act but he couldn't lie to himself and you anymore

Bakugo was even more confused, he didn't wanted to ruin your amazing friendship

because of his internal conflict he was sometimes angry with you two for no apparent reason

well, to say the truth he was just jealous of how Kirishima could easily express his feelings comparing to him

let's be clear, being in a relationship with these two basically means you are protected 24/7

they always want you to be comfortable and they put your safety first before anything else

they're not very jealous, they don't have to be, nobody would dare hit on the partner of both Red Riot AND Dynamight

it's usually Kirishima who comes up with plans for a date, Bakugo is more the improvisation type

he sees a cool restaurant or just hears you say that you're hungry and he's already aggressively inviting both of you

Kirishima compliments you a lot and most of the time he doesn't notice how flustered you are by his words, he's just honest with his love and admiration for you

on the other hand, explosionboi ™ does it on purpose just to see you blush

then he laughs at your face, saying that you look like a damn tomato

but when it's you and/or Kirishima who compliments him his cheeks turn even redder

that's not true he loves it

everybody compliments him, but when it's you and Eijiro it's different, he can actually feel his heart fluttering inside his chest and he hates it

if you compliment the red-haired boy his heart literally melt and he runs to hug you, there's no way you're getting out of this without his strong arms holding you tight

like I said, Bakugo is sometimes jealous of both of you, Kirishima seems so comfortable with his feelings and share them with you so easily

when he's jealous he's more grumpy than usual or way more clingy

he just slips between Eijiro and you, without a single word and waits for cuddles

yeah just like a jealous puppy would do

Katsuki cooks for you while Eijiro tries to cook for you

he really tries his best to follow Katsuki's orders but most of the time he fails

he ends up ordering pizza while hotsauce™ complains that it's bad for the health

that's not very fair knowing that Kirishima and you say nothing when he eats his extra spicy noodles

Eijiro carries you in bridal style whenever he has an occasion, he likes being close to you and likes it even more when you wrap your arms around his neck

Bakugo just casually throws you over his shoulder, squeezing your ass cheeks to answer to your yelp of surprise

Kirishima wraps his arms around your shoulders and Bakugo wraps his arms around your waist, it became a habit whenever you go out

yeah because you're always in the middle (except when Bakugo is jealous like I already said)

and between these two big guys you have to be the little spoon

Bakugo is a space eater, he takes half of the bed and the blanket and sleeps in the X position (legs and arms spread like a starfish)

you're lucky there's Kirishima on the other side of the bed, firmly gripping the blanket for both of you

prepare yourself, because sleeping in the same bed that these two basically means that you're no longer a human being, you're now a human teddy bear

during the beginning of the night it's Eijiro who holds you, he can't fall asleep without you in his arms

as the night goes by it's Katsuki who unconsciously searches for your body, he likes lifting one of your leg upon his waist and tightly holding your thigh

so tightly that sometimes he left a bruise the morning after

a lot of late night talks with Kirishima while the old man is already asleep

heated make out session

sometimes you're between them, Katsuki grabs your chin to kiss you passionately then he turns your face to make you kiss Eijiro

or sometimes two of you kiss while the other is watching

I'm going to touch some grass I'll be right back

finally, having Katsuki and Eijiro by your side means that you're constantly reminded that you're enough and beautiful

you're being loved 24/7, lucky you

you also have a whole collection of sweaters thanks to your boyfriends

my hero academia masterlist

[vampirecorset]

Okay real talk cause I figure no one is going to see this but typing shit out always helps so uh trigger warning (insecurities, ed)

I fucking hate the way I look I’m so sorry but I sometimes don’t know how a single person thinks I’m pretty I’m being so fucking honest. It hurts like PHYSICALLY when I even glance over the thought that I’m to pale, I’m too fat, my hair is messy.

And I hate those people who cry over not being perfect I’m like you’re human tf, I just wanna look normal. I don’t want to be fat anymore.

I dont mean “oh haha im over 100 im so fat”

I’m over 200 be so fr.

I don’t mean to make anyone feet bad for being insecure I totally get that just maybe consider yourself lucky…

Lucky that you don’t get told what you should or shouldn’t eat everyday

Lucky that you don’t feel inferior to others around you

GOOD GRACIOUS I feel so inferior to people I feel like scum. Literally my chest is fighting up and hurting so bad at the thought of no takes me seriously and I’m just here to be the background character that I’ll never find love. Can I just eat a meal in peace without wondering if I should throw it up please

I wish I didn’t have to explain myself and that I wasn’t too pale. I don’t wanna go outside anymore cause then I’ll just be told “haha you can’t tan you’ll just burn” that is literally racism to make fun of somebody’s skin color NO MATTER THE COLOR I just don’t want to look like a damn tomato everywhere I go and I don’t wanna be so dead looking.

I’m sorry to those I pushed away, sometimes I just assume nobody wants me around that I’m an embarrassment.

I’m suffocating

[maddwich]

Summer Lovin’ Pt.3

Desc; Took long enough!!! A hangout turns into a makeout😏

Fem reader, takes place before s4, 1.4k words

Warnings; Mention of dutchie being passed (if ykwim) Heavy making out! Possessive Eddie(?)

pt.1 pt.2

Eddie sauntered out of the bathroom, a shit-eating grin painted on his face. You were his. All his. He just needed to make sure everyone else knew that, including you. Grabbing a second beer and throwing himself on the couch, he smiled at Jeff and Gareth.

“ ‘Sup guys?” He started, opening the bottle.

“Not a whole lot, apparently y/n totally shrugged off Jeff earlier.”

“Oh, what a shame.” Eddie bit back a smile.

“Yeah. I put the moves on her and everything, had my hand on her knee and shit.” Jeff muttered, sighing in his defeat.

“Yeah man, I’m sorry. She’s a great girl.” Eddie responded, taking a sip and hiding that same evil, evil smile. Jeff wouldn’t be able to handle someone like you anyway. You needed a thrill. Someone to cause chaos with. Someone to mosh with, fuck with, and love too hard. Someone like Eddie.

As if on cue, you came out of the bathroom and made your way to where everyone was sitting. Taking a seat next to Eddie, you smiled at Jeff and Gareth.

“Hey! What’d I miss?” You asked, trying to ignore Eddie’s own hand snaking towards you.

“Oh, nothing. New campaign ideas, bands, yada yada.” Said Gareth, quickly covering for them.

“Cool. That’s cool….” You trailed off, not completely sure what to say. Or how to continue. Feeling slightly awkward amongst your friends.

Apparently, Eddie did.

“Wanna get high?”

A blunt or two later, maybe more (at this point, you weren’t totally sure how much it had been,) awkward was barely a word in your dictionary.

For some reason, the four of you had migrated to the floor. In a circle type of rotation, everyone was getting their fill.

And some were getting a little more than that.

“Have you ever wondered….” You trailed off, quickly being distracted and playing with someone’s hair. Unlike on the couch, you had opted to sit in a criss-cross position. And Eddie had opted to lay his head in that cross. You were messing with Eddie’s hair. And while he was getting a kick out of it, you were getting sticks out of it. Twig after twig, you removed the sticks and laughingly put them right in his face. With him swatting away your hands, you two were laughing more than you were breathing.

At this point, nobody was smoking anymore. Gareth and Jeff were just…laying down on the carpet. As for you and Eddie? In the same position as before.

“Hey princess?” Started Eddie, staring at you with big doe eyes. God, him and his stupid doe eyes could get anything out of you. Gareth raised his head, and took on a shrill voice.

“Yes, Eddie Bear?”

Shrieks of laughter could be heard from all around the trailer, and you finally responded with a ‘hm?’ When it died down.

“You should do my hair.” He prompted, sitting up and facing you. His position mimicking yours.

“Yeah? And what do you want done to it?” You asked, and with Mary Jane guiding you, you tucked his hair behind his ears and smiled.

And suddenly, there was a tomato with a gorgeous mane in front of you.

“Anything you want, as long as you’re the one doing it.” He grinned, and you nodded. Red painting over your cheeks too.

“Okay.”

Looking over to where Gareth and Jeff had been, you noticed the pair had gotten up. They were halfway to the door before giving a small ‘peace,’ and walking out. Too bad, they were fun to hang out with. But you had taken on a job now, you didn’t have time to ask them to stay anyway. Eddie had turned his back to you and shook his head in an effort to show off his hair.

So you began to braid.

Nothing difficult of course, just a simple, three-piece braid. Gently taking his hair pieces, and overlapping them the way you had ever since he’d grown out his hair. He shivered as your hands caressed his neck, and he spoke, breaking the silence.

“Do you really…Like Jeff?” He asked, suddenly feeling doubtful in himself. Jeff wasn’t exactly the white picket fence type, but he could probably give you it as long as you asked. Seeing the way he looked at you, he’d try and get you anything as long as you asked. Eddie knew he wasn’t exactly prince charming, but he loved you more than what he thought was possible. But would that be enough? He noticed your silence, and cringed. Though unbeknownst to him, at Eddie’s words you found yourself speechless. Cringing yourself at how wrong he was.

You took the hair tie off of your wrist, and finished off the braid you had created. Noticing how his shoulders now sagged, then hearing a sigh come out of him, you knew this is when you should do it. Moving the braid aside, you placed a single gentle kiss on the back of his neck.

He turns around slowly, and just stares at you. A blank, unreadable stare. Oh god, he didn’t want this. He didn’t think of you that way, you’d made him uncomfortable in his own home. What a friend you were.

“Oh my god, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I thought-“ You start apologizing, and watch as a smile creeps onto his face.

Eddie takes your face in his hands, kissing like a man starved. His pillow plush lips going back in after a shaky breath.

“You,” He began, planting a kiss on your lips.

”Don’t know,” another kiss.

“How long,” The kisses became slower now.

“I’ve wanted this.” He finished, backing up and just holding your face in his hands. His thumbs rubbing soft circles on your cheeks. There was a spark in his eyes now, something that hadn’t been there beforehand. Something…loving.

“I love you. I’ve loved you for as long as I've known you. Through your shitty boyfriends, and even worse breakups. When you fuck up a test that I helped you study for. When you’re so convinced you’re the worst-looking girl you know- but you walk into a room and nobody can take their eyes off of you. You’re-“ You stopped him with a kiss. You couldn’t help that he was simply addictive.

“I love you too, Munson. You’re it for me.” The words burned beautifully on your tongue, and hearing him say he felt the same was even better.

“C’mon.” Suddenly you were lifted up, with Eddie’s arms under your neck and legs. Bridal style. You couldn’t help but giggle at his eccentricities, and love them so deeply at the same time.

“Alright baby, tell me what you want.” He said, basically tossing you onto his mattress.

“You.”

He begins to position himself on top of you, with hands on either side of your head and his face dipping in for passionate kisses. You both smiled through the kisses, not being able to help the occasional laugh that came in between.

His hand moved down from its place beside you, and began moving under your shirt. Calloused hands brushing your abdomen, and coming up to the fabric of your bra.

“Is...Is this okay?” He asked, breathless from the kiss and his heart racing faster than it ever had. You simply nodded, and brought your own hands up to bring Eddie’s face back down to yours. Until he pulled away for a second time.

“I need words, princess. Is this okay?” He asked a second time, licking his lips and smirking.

“Yes, please Eddie, don’t stop now.”

“Not so shy now, huh Mrs. Munson?” He teased, and before you had time to respond, his lips were back on yours and his hands were even more curious. Your hands were in his hair, and his hand had found your breasts.

“Here, let me just-“ You pulled away for a moment, and got out of your shirt. Leaving you in just your bra and pants. You were met with Eddie’s eyes, and somehow felt more red than before.

“You look even better than I imagined.” He said kissing you more intensely than before, and beginning to plant kisses on your neck. You let out some noise, something of a whimper. And it only seemed to egg him on. You could tell he was leaving hickies, focusing on a single spot for a decent amount of time. How were you going to explain this? The thought barely mattered as he kissed a spot that was more sensitive than the rest. Earning no less than a moan from you. He looked up and smiled proudly at you, and went back to toying with that same spot. His name came out of your mouth, breathy, and lust coated. He moved his mouth down progressively, planting kisses everywhere he could manage.

“Say it.” He commanded looking up from where his chin lay on your stomach. You met his eyes with confusion.

“Say what?”

“Say you’re mine.”

He planted another kiss, and looked back to you.

“I’m yours Eddie. I always have been.” You confessed, your fear lost in the lust and adrenaline.

“I know, baby. All mine.”

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