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cokou · 7 months ago

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What OP Men Post About you on Reddit PT2

OP 男性があなたについて Reddit に投稿するもの。

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sum. Your boyfriend posted about you on reddit. 𝑹𝑬𝑫𝑫𝑰𝑻 PT1 ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ tw. Fluff & Crack! Slight nsfw on shanks part😭 ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ a/n. Im using my free time to upload my works, i hope its okay to have late uploads😭😭 // Do not translate or transfer any of my works, this is my only account (exp. AO3) will not be cross posted anywhere else. // Masterlist♥

r/AITA Swrdsmn.Zoro ⬆︎ 11.7k ⬇︎ 309

Am I the asshole for refusing to take my girlfriends map route?

My girlfriend loves to take me on a different of adventures throughout the world, her main favorites were taking simple walks that would eventually end up at the other side of the city. She drags me along with her always even if i had told her multiple times that it's too early to go for a walk. My girl, sets her alarm at 3am and wakes me up to go outside and walk with her.

About a week ago, she broke the news to ME, that she booked us a hiking trip. Me being myself, i usually laze around the house and get some sleep, so hiking isn't definitely my thing. But either way she bought us 2 hiking tickets up a snowy mountain.

When we had 4 days prior before setting out for hiking, she immediately drew a map from the place we were going. I admit that she is definitely good at drawing maps, but i studied them and absolutely got confused. I gave up on doing so.

We arrived to our destination and she immediately grabbed her map out of the bag, she tried pulling me to the right side of the mountain but there was a map hanging by the wall of the cabin shop saying that the left side is where the mountain hiking is located. I talked to her about it and she told me that the map they made is probably fake.

We got into a small argument and i parted ways with her towards the left side and i fot lost, I was reported as missing and a group of search party was launched to get me back, Now I'm back with my girlfriend's hold and she's mad at me for not taking her word. We talked to the cabin shop for the map route and found out that there was no such thing as a cabin back on the mountain.

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Chef_Sanji: yta, obvi your gf deserves someone better. ➣Swrdsmn.Zoro replied: I wasn't asking you ➣Chef_Sanji replied: Obviously you were, you posted this so you're asking everyone. (COMMENT WARNING)

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r/meat Straw_Luffy ⬆︎ 12.7k ⬇︎ 103

My girlfriend cooked me this today :D !

I'm absolutely thinking that she's better than @chef_sanji! Her cooking is so yummy i could eat all of this in just one bite🤤 THANK YOU SO MUCH @Your.Name !!

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Chef_Sanjii: IT LOOKS SO GOOD, GIVE ME SOME TOO YN-CHAN❤️❤️ ➣Straw_Luffy replied: No way it's mine! ➣Chef_Sanjii replied: I WASN'T TALKING TO YOU ➣Your.Name replied to Chef_Sanjii: I will when we meet again! :D (Liked by Chef_Sanjii)

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r/wifey ItsmeShanks ⬆︎ 47k ⬇︎ 1.7k

—Attach photo of you

All night, all day, with clothes, naked, doggy style, missionary, full nelson, in public, in private, in bed, on the sofa, with toys, vanilla, piv, anal, boob job, hand job, fingering, masturbation, in the ship, on the floor, top to bottom, on sea, on land, on my face, on your tits, helicopter style, pegging, on camera, in front of everyone, in an alleyway, in the shower, standing up, sitting, laying down, bent over, no stopping, finishing inside, finishing outside.

@Your.Name

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Your.Name: WHAT THE FUCK SHANKS (Liked by ItsmeShanks)

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r/girlfriends Com.Acee ⬆︎ 113k ⬇︎ 12.3k

My girlfriend is so beautiful, she absolutely deserves the world.

Literally shes the best, I don't know what i even did to desrve her presence besides me, but im sos so thankful for it. Everyday i wake up next to her it feels like im blessed eith yet another peaceful and loving day knowing that everything is complete with her by my side.

She smells so good that it stays on my sense of smell, the way her fragrance litter her room and immediately smells like her once i enter is so peaceful and sweet. I absolutely love her perfume, i bought one of them to keep on my room and i spray tiny bits of it on me whenever she's not with me now.

I seldom carry her little gifts in my small bag whenever im away from her to remind me of her presence, her perfume never leave my hands. My shelves are filled to the brim with her godly scented perfumes, her perfume is wuite expensive yet it doesn't matter. Her little girts are kept in a glass covered shelf to ensure protection and will never be broken.

I love gifting her her favorite items and seeing the cutest smiles on her face, i really really wish to spend my eternity with her forever. @Your.Name i love you so much😭😭

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Your.Name: THIS IS SO CUTE AHHH ➣Com.Acee replied: ILYYYY❤️❤️ (Liked by Your.Name)

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r/Girlfriends MetalPipeLover_Sabo ⬆︎ 46.1k ⬇︎ 429

I need advice on where to take my girl on a date! D:

Any recommendations for places that's suitable for a date? I'm planning to propose to my dear girlfriend, we've been together for a solid 6 years and a half. We've talked about getting married and i think today is the day i propose to her. I can't think of any place thats perfect enough to do so.

Anything that would have a good view or maybe a little cute cat cafe beside it would be fine, I'm thinking of a little elegant theme..or maybe a little cute one? I really cant decide, i contacted my brothera but they couldn't take a single thing serious. Please actually take me seriously😭

My girl isn't that picky, but i myself think that what ever crosses my mind is simply not enough and that she deserves much better than what im thinking of, but of course i still need to atleast make the proposal romantic right?? 😭😭 Please give me recommendations, im absolutely desperate...

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Com.Acee: The grand canyon idk🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️ ➣MetalPipeLover_Sabo replied: ACE GET OFF MY COMMENT SECTION😞😞😞 Straw_Luffy: Take her where there's meat! :D ➣MetalPipeLover_Sabo replied: No that's not good enough. Unknown: A flower field maybe lol? (Liked by MetalPipeLover_Sabo)

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agoodflyting · 8 months ago

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Good Omens Historical Trivia That's Haunting Me Today...

So we all know A.Z. Fell & Co is located on the fictitious Whickber Street in Soho and was established in 1800.

Aziraphale has run the shop ever since then and was in contact with Crowley at least until the 1820's when they took their little jaunt to Edinburgh and Crowley got sucked down the tube slide to Hell. They meet up again no later than the 1860's, when Crowley asks for Holy Water.

Stands to reason that between the 1820's and 1860's Aziraphale was in Soho doing Aziraphale things. Running his bookshop. Eating tiny cakes

Yeah... you know what else was going on in Soho during that time?

The worst cholera epidemic in London history.

If you don't know, cholera is a deadly bacterial infection caused by drinking contaminated water. Prior to the 1850's humans weren't really sure what caused cholera, but they knew it was terrifying and also that it was absolutely epidemic in big cities.

TW: this is gross - The main symptoms of cholera are agonizing stomach pain and non-stop watery diarrhea, eventually leading to the skin turning blue due to the thickening of blood from severe dehydration. Patients can lose more than 20% of their body weight in hours as they quite literally evacuate every drop of water in their bodies until they die of heart failure. - OK gross part over

Cholera symptoms show up as short as 5 hours after infection and could kill within as little as 12 hours. Cholera was especially terrifying because of how quickly and painfully it killed you, and because the patient maintained mental clarity up until the point of death. More than half of the people who contracted cholera died within a few days after consuming the bacteria-contaminated water.

And guess what water had cholera bacteria in it?

The public water pump on Broad Street in Soho in August of 1854

And this wasn't one of those epidemics that starts slowly and drags on. It hit like a bomb. It killed 600 Soho residents in ten days.

That's roughly 60 people a day in a 3-4 block area. Most of them died at home because the disease struck too quickly for them to to make it to a hospital. Survivors described hearses stacked with coffins 4-5 high going down the street nonstop all day long during the outbreak. Entire families were wiped out overnight.

What does that have to do with Good Omens?

Aziraphale's book shop was right in the epicenter of this outbreak.

Neil Gaiman has been pretty free about the fact that Whickber Street is a thinly veiled expy of the real Berwick Street in Soho.

This is a famous map showing the 1854 Soho Cholera epidemic. I highlighted Berwick Street and the public water pump that was the center of the contagion. The black bars (I circled a few in blue) on the map designate deaths. The thicker the black bar, the more people died in that particular house.

51 people died the week of the cholera outbreak on Aziraphale's Street alone.

Cholera was one of those diseases that provoked a lot of panic, not just because of how fast and painful it was, but because of the way it didn't follow common conventions about class or age. Children died while the elderly survived (often because the elderly had no one to gather water for them). Lower class houses were spared while their middle class landlords died. Churches were packed that week, because people in Soho had no idea who would get sick next. The epidemic pretty much burned itself out in a week and a half, since by that point everyone who drank the water had already died. I have to wonder what our resident Angel was up to during that time. Obviously cholera can't hurt him, but that's his neighborhood. There's no way hundreds of people, including entire families with children, are dying painfully in his neighborhood and Aziraphale doesn't notice. That means that in between this scene:

And this one:

Aziraphale would have watched one of the worst disease outbreaks in London history play out right outside his front door. I feel like there's great potential for a good story there if anyone better than me wants to write it.

#good omens meta #cholera #how often do those two tags go together #aziraphale #good omens history facts

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cowboyshadows · 1 month ago

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the roommate problem

simon's roommates are always finding themselves smack dab in the middle of something troublesome, usually resulting in him having to clean up their messes. but with a pretty little thing surprising him at the door, maybe he doesn't wanna clean anything up anymore.

warnings: explicit oral sex. mdni

ROOMMATE FOR SPACIOUS 2 ROOM KITCHEN WANTED

>2 bedrooms, 1 attached and 1 separate bathroom (room up for offer has attached bathroom), 1 kitchen with all basic utilities including oven, apartment relatively clean

>three inhabitants already, so upon acceptance of application you will be sharing a room with one of us.

>must be non-smoker, cat-friendly, no parties in the house, okay with non-kosher and non-vegetarian food in the kitchen and house

>we have one cat. No parking spaces available in the complex, but there’s a lot of space on the street. Laundromat is right across the street. Complex location is one minute away from main street, where there is a mall and a lot of restaurants + cafes.

>no additional furniture required.

Followed by a few pictures of the flat in question: neat and tidy. Suspiciously neat and tidy, in fact, especially for a Craigslist ad. But you’d been looking for a flat for months now… beggars can’t be choosers.

SERIOUS INQUIRIES ONLY

You stand at the door, phone in hand open to the screenshot of the ad. You’ve already rung the bell twice now — was it off? Just to make sure, you raise your hand to knock.

But before your hand lands three polite raps on the hardwood, it opens.

A tall, burly fellow with cropped blonde hair and eye bags meets your gaze. His expression hardens, and you can almost swear he’s frowning.

‘Can I help you?’ he grunts, in an accent so stereotypically Manchester it makes you want to laugh. But by the looks of this guy, you did not want to find out how he’d take that.

‘Uhh… the roommate ad?’ You hold your phone up awkwardly.

He furrows his blonde brows slightly. ‘Stand by.’ He slams the door in your face. Well, damn.

Simon walks — no, storms — into the bathroom to find Johnny and Kyle yakking away like frat bros at a rager. He grabs Johnny by the back of his t-shirt like a kitten held at the scruff.

‘I thought I asked you to delete the fuckin’ ad.’

Even as he’s one millimeter away from being shoved against the cold tiled wall behind him, Johnny smiles. ‘What the fuck are ya on about?’

He lets him go, crossing his arms across his torso like a disappointed parent. ‘The roommate ad.’

‘Is that who’s at the door right now?’ inquires Kyle. ‘What are you gonna do?’

Simon runs his hands through his hair. ‘Tell 'er we’re not interested, obviously. Wha’ else?’

He can almost see the cogs start to churn in Johnny’s mind the moment he used pronouns. ‘Wait, it’s a bird?’

Kyle and him share a look — much to his disdain, Simon recognises that look. ‘You can’t tell her to go away,’ says Gaz, less-than-innocent smile plastered across his face. Simon suddenly feels an itch in his fingertips to right-hook it off. ‘What if she’s hot?’

‘Is she hot, Simon?’ Johnny asks, feigning a professional manner. ‘It’s too good to be true.’

Before he can stop the both of them — rascals — they’re off to the front door. They’ve dropped the toothbrush and tube of paste in an almost cartoonish manner.

They scramble over each other in greetings when the door swings open.

You hear a flurry of heys and his and how do you dos when the door opens again.

There’s a man with a mohawk, and there’s a man with a little bit of toothpaste on the corner of his mouth.

‘I’m here about the room—’

‘The roommate ad, yes, we’re so happy. Finally.’ They’re both flashing grins at you, teeth bared.

They invite you in, give you a seat on the couch — ‘only the best in the house for our new roommate!’ — and scamper to bring you beverages. The best they can come up with is a mug of lukewarm water.

‘Thanks.’

They’re both sat from across you on the wooden coffee table. The man who had first opened the door for you is lurking behind them, his presence eerily bodyguard-like. You wish that his roommates’ eagerness was enough to make up for his inexplicable standoffishness.

‘You know, I don’t think we even need to ask you anything,’ the man with the toothpaste on his mouth says. ‘I’m Kyle, but most people just call me Gaz. This man is Johnny, and the blonde sourpuss is Simon. Welcome!’

You smile, albeit a little confused at how inviting they’re being. You introduce yourself, trying to make a good impression — your name, your job, why you need this apartment so badly, and so on. They seem to be making a good show of paying attention, nodding and active listening. But the man in the back is unyielding still.

‘Sounds great, lass. Think we’re gonna enjoy gettin’ ta know each other, eh?’

Simon’s managed to leech Soap and Gaz off of you long enough for a little huddle.

‘Listen to me. You two wan’ to get your peckers wet, you do it on your own time. Pub, datin’ app, I don’ care. Don’ bring someone into the house for this.’

Soap releases a gasp which is so disingenuous, it offends Ghost. ‘Lt, how could you say such a thing? We’re just trying ta help a pretty bird out.’

‘And if somewhere along the way she decides she’s a little lonely, who are we to deny her?’ The shit-eating grin on Kyle’s face is back.

Simon clenches his jaw. As much as he didn’t want some poor lass — who clearly cannot make good decisions, he judges, if she’s here to live with three men she doesn’t know — to be on the receiving end of whatever Soap and Gaz had planned… he knew ultimately it was better them relentlessly flirting than the actual danger out in the world. Besides, you seemed really desperate for a place. Maybe you wouldn’t even mind the occasional pick-up line.

It takes you roundabout one week to fully settle in. Simon hates it, but he insisted that you move in his room. He doesn’t trust Johnny or Kyle to be normal about an unconquered bird sleeping in the same room as either one of them.

Over the weeks, you learn way too much about him. That he refuses to use anything that’s not his leafy, strange, hippie, organic toothpaste. He’ll throw a fit of petulance if you so much as creak the door open while he’s sleeping.

That he absolutely doesn’t appreciate it when you snipe back with a ‘if you were really asleep, you wouldn’t notice’.

You’re lying in your bed, having stolen one of his t-shirts — oh, yeah, he hates that, too. At some point you figure he’s just gonna hate anything you do, so you don’t bother asking before. Worst roommate ever. — and staring up at the ceiling. It’s dark with the lights turned out, even though you know for a fact that the two of you are sound awake. Military habits die hard. You turn your head, trying to glimpse at any sign of life on the drab other end of your new room.

‘You up?’ Your voice is quiet — so quiet, that if he hadn’t been awake, same as you… he wouldn’t have heard it at all.

‘No.’ It’s resolute, final. What he doesn’t say in that one word is laid out by the picture of his eye-bags and grumpiness anyway.

‘I’m bored,’ you continue.

Nothing but a grunt. All he did was grunt sometimes, if he could help it. Maybe he was a horse in a past lifetime. But you would never say that out loud to him…

Well, never mind, actually.

‘A fuckin’ horse? Seriously?’ You can hear the creaking of his bed as his behemoth frame sits up, and you can almost picture the aghast expression on his exhaustion-addled face even in the darkness.

‘I don’t know. Maybe.’

You can hear the frustrated thump as he collapses back in his pillow. You can hear the shuffling of fabric as he holds the sides of his pillow to his ears, trying to block out your voice. But most of all, you can hear the tiniest bit of… something like amusement.

Which wasn’t hostile. That’s good, right?

You sit up slightly, propping yourself up on your elbows. ‘This is kind of like a forbidden sleepover. I can ask you anything I want.’

‘No, you can’t.’

‘Who has the biggest penis?’

You can almost hear the roll of his eyes in his little sockets. You fall back on your bed, sated with how much you’ve managed to grind his gears for the day. Productive.

‘It’s not Soap, tha’s for sure.’ His voice is quiet, small — but it’s playful. Light.

What the fuck have you unlocked?

You sit up so fast you swear you’re nauseous.

‘You didn’t answer my question.’

‘Well, birdie, I’m a humble guy. I don’ like to brag.’

‘Sounds like you’re bragging. Just say it’s you. I’ll leave you alone.’

That offer was entirely too enticing for him to pass up. ‘Okay, it’s me. Good nigh’.’

He can almost hear the wide-eyed, child-like grin forming on your face. This was never gonna be the end of the conversation. He’s opened Pandora’s box. He’s dangerously close to tip-toeing near the one unsaid boundary in female and male friendships fated to remain platonic.

‘How big is it?’

He groans. ‘Stop.’

‘Just tell me! Why can’t you tell me? I’m not gonna believe you otherwise.’

‘Fine, don’t believe me.’

You pout. To be fair, if he was telling the truth, he really shouldn’t care whether you believe him or not.

‘Please, Simon… please. Just tell me. Like, it can’t even be that shocking anyway.’

He refuses to respond. He can’t. He simply won’t. Because he knows if he responds, the boundary won’t just be crossed — it will be cut with big old inaugural scissors.

‘If you say anything over eight inches, I’m gonna laugh at you.’

You were annoying. Ever since you had moved in, if he had to describe you with one word — it would be annoying.

All you do is watch that one show. He doesn’t understand what more you’re looking for in the show. It’s given you its heart, kidney, liver… and all you do is run it back again. Wring it in its maw over and over again for drops of easter eggs, or forgotten dialogue. If that’s not bad enough, he has to endure Soap and Gaz constantly grovelling for attention. Pretending to pay attention to the television as they watch yet another episode, but he knows they’re really just trying to cop a feel.

You constantly make them bad food. You try so hard, it’s endearing pathetic. Every time he takes a bite out of yet another over-salted parmesan, he finds himself wishing his mother had done this for him when he was a kid you would pick out a new hobby instead. Besides the lack of wanting to hurt you, he couldn’t even come close to insinuating that you were anything less than Gordon Ramsay. Soap and Gaz would proper vilify him, and he didn’t have the energy to fend those baboons off.

You had turned the house into this potpourri of floral, honey, and fruit aromas. This one he can’t complain about, though, because earlier it was a potpourri of sweat and energy drinks. As much as he’d like to, he also can’t pin the blame entirely on Soap and Gaz.

‘Just show me.’

He should’ve expected it from you. Really. Obviously, that was the natural next question. His brain understands it, understands what this is: you just being a curious, nosey little—

But tell that to his dick. Caveman-like, embarrassing, unprofessional. It has the audacity to grow hard right now. Goddammit.

‘Please, Simon. Please, please, please.’

It’s not possible, but he somehow wants to bury his face deeper into his pillow. How you had wandered into this territory by yourself was commendable, he had to admit. And all the while you had the purest of intentions, too.

‘Fine. Don’t show me. I’m just gonna assume you’re a lying, small-penised, insecure man.’

He counts down in his head — one, two, three — until your voice comes through again.

‘I’m only asking, like… for science. Please.’

‘What science could possibly benefit from you seeing my penis?’

‘You don’t know. There’s so many new sciences now. They’ll make anything into a science.’

‘Wha’ the fuck are you on about.’ It’s not a question. He’s entirely too tired to question your near-delirious ramblings right about now. And he’s also too turned on to put an end to this. Of all the people to betray him, his dick was the final boss. What a shite way to go.

‘Just once. I just need to know. To satisfy my curiosities.’

His dick stirs in a way that he can’t think straight. Can’t trust himself to respond in a normal, gruff way.

‘Satisfy might not have been the best word to use,’ you add, your voice void of inflection.

‘I won’t ever bring it up again. Scout’s honour.’

You’re bringing it up right now, birdie is what he wants to say. What he really, really wants to say, so that maybe you’ll take pity on him. Leave him be, sleeping with his dick so hard he feels dizzy. Maybe it’ll be gone in the morning.

Instead, what he says is, ‘will you leave me alone?’ Damn caveman brain.

He can hear the excited ruffle of sheets as you sit up. A conflict of interest. ‘Yes. I’ll stop stealing your clothes, and I’ll do all your chores for a month.’

‘Make tha’ three months, and minus your cooking.’

‘Ouch. Wait, why am I doing all this just to see your penis? Never mind. It’s too late. Just give it to me, captain.’

He huffs. You were so… cute adorable pretty hot petulant.

Reluctantly, he sits up. He’d try to tell himself all the reasons you shouldn’t show your very erect penis to your roommate right about now, but all the blood supposed to be delivered to his brain was flowing southwards.

‘I’m gonna turn the lights on for five seconds.’

‘What? I can’t live with that. I’ll barely see anything. Make it thirty.’

‘Ten. Final offer.’

‘Okay, fair game.’

Again, reluctantly — he was lying to himself, at this point — he slowly tugs at the drawstrings of his sweatpants.

‘Are you hard?’

He grunts, which you take to mean yes in his own, special, weird, little language. ‘Ten seconds, lass. That’s it. And then you never bring it up again.’

‘Plus the chores.’

He grunts again, but really only because he didn’t wanna let show the effect your eagerness was having on him. Why did you want to see it so bad? The wonders of the female mind is one tough bomb he will never manage to defuse, and he’s made his peace with it.

He reaches towards the little switchboard, and keeps his hand on the light switch like it’s a trigger on the gun.

‘Here it comes. Not comes. Fuck.’

The sound of your soft chuckling is cut short the moment the lights turn on. He barely has time to register everything your expression is doing for his dick before he realises he’s supposed to be counting the seconds in his head.

One, two, three, four, five, six — for good measure — and his finger flicks it back off. Darkness. Silence.

‘Shut up.’ Your voice is a whisper.

‘I didn’t say anythi—’

‘Shut up! What the fuck, Simon? Why would you do that to me?’

His face scrunches up, and he’s immediately so annoyed he almost forgets his dick is still out.

‘You asked me!’

‘I’m never gonna be able to look at you the same way again! Oh, my god. Stop. I hate you. You hate me.’

‘Which one is it?’

‘Both!’ You make this adorable squeaky growling sound.

He puts his dick back in his pants, wincing a little from the friction. He lies back down. It’s all so surgical, his movements. Like he didn’t just shatter whatever semblance of a roommate relationship he had with you.

He feels a soft, unfamiliar hand grazing his forearm. He opens his eyes, to find you sitting down on the floor at his bed.

‘No.’

Your open mouth falls shut again. ‘You didn’t even hear what I was gonna say.’

‘The answer is no, birdie.’

You pout. Jesus, he hated you. But mostly, he hated himself for how his dick was reacting to that pout. The pucker of your soft, slightly wet lips, glistening close to his face even in the dark… fuck.

You huff. ‘Fine.’

He rolls over, so he doesn’t have to look at you. Also, so his dick doesn’t accidentally impale you, on the off-chance you decide to climb up.

‘What did you think I was gonna ask, anyway?’

‘I don’t know.’

You scoff. ‘Maybe I had an interesting proposition.’

His expression, unbeknownst to you, is anguished. He wants more than anything to be helped. Hell, he was close to taking matters into his own hands at this point. But he was a gentleman. Kind of.

He can feel the slight depression of your head laying on the mattress beside him. ‘Simon.’

‘What.’

‘Please.’

‘I don’ know wha’ you want from me.’

‘You know exactly what I want from you.’

‘I’m not gonna give it to you.’

‘Why not?’ Your voice is petulant, whiny. Very unattractive. But for some reason, his dick thought it was opposite's day.

‘Because,’ he rolls over, looking you in the eye, ‘we’re roommates. Nothing more. So quit it, and go back to bed.’

You pout again. Jesus, one more of those and he’d properly fold. For his sake, he almost considers telling you that so you might find it in yourself to be kind to him.

‘This is mutually beneficial, you know. You are very much maidenless.’

He snorts. ‘Maidenless? Hop off the Elden Ring, love.’

‘You are. I know for a fact.’

‘I don’t need a maiden.’

‘Perhaps a vixen, then, kind sire?’

He rolls his eyes. ‘I love it when you talk dirty to me.’ His tone is deadpan, lacklustre.

He hears you huff, and much like he had feared slash suspected, you hop on his bed to sit next to him. He rolls over again.

‘It’s not like anyone has to know.’

‘No, lass. You’re not gonna wear me out.’ You might.

He feels your hand rest delicately on the ridge of his back, and trace up to rest on his shoulder. He feels a chill go down his body, and an almost violent throbbing in his dick. He can hear it scream just shag her, already.

He’d be doing himself a favour, obviously. He was, as accused, maidenless. Between work, and cleaning up after the hooligans that were his roommate, he didn’t have the time nor the energy to stick his dick anywhere. Except his own hand in the shower, apparently.

‘Please, Simon. Just once, as a trial period. You don’t like it, you get a full refund.’

One way to tell he’s so hard he might pass out from the lack of blood circulation to his brain, other than the obvious pressing issue behind the fabric of his pants, is the fact that he’s mulling this over.

And quite frankly, right now? He can’t come up with a single reason why he should turn you down.

Never mind the dozen rom-coms you’ve left playing in this house about this exact kind of arrangement failing. That’s all movies — in real life, it’ll be different. Obviously.

He slowly rolls over, and you take that as your cue to flip the light switch back on. Even through his sweatpants, the outline of his bulge was very, very obvious.

‘You have a problem, and I can take care of it. Just give in to me.’

He looks up at the ceiling aimlessly, almost contemplative. But really, he’s just mentally preparing himself. This is it. This is the moment that’s gonna be like flipping a switch in his life.

You see as his chest sinks down with a shaky exhale. ‘Okay.’ His voice is quiet, small. Sheepish. Strained. Defeated. Do your worst, vixen.

You string your lower lip between your teeth. The sight of that has him feeling the pre-cum seep out under his boxers.

For some goddamn reason, it’s two am. He could be sleeping right now, you know.

But instead, he lies on his bed. Elbows propping him up, allowing him to see none other than his roommate nestled between his thighs.

You tug at his sweatpants. ‘Can I…?’

He nods, gulping his words down. He didn’t want you to know just how bad he wanted this. He’d just let his boner do the talking.

You pull his arousal free, and wrap your hand around him. He hisses at the stimulation, elbows immediately giving out. He lightly falls back flat again.

Slowly, you give him one, languid, tantalising, light stroke. He’s biting his tongue.

You bring your palm up to roll over the sensitive head, the translucent beads of pre rolling down his shaft.

‘I’m gonna use my mouth now, okay?’ you say, tone gentle. He nods, a little more frantic than he would like to admit.

When he feels the sensation of your warm tongue swirling around the tip of his cock, he damn near gives out right then and there. Fuck pride. Fuck masculinity, or whatever. All semblance of self-control was threatening to fly out the window.

But he needs to see if there’s more where that came from. Your tongue keeps moving over his entire length, and he groans. A string of expletives leave his mouth, muttered under his breath.

Finally — finally — you wrap your lips around him. Your soft, wet, warm mouth envelopes him. All in one go, and he sucks in a breath so sharp he’s afraid his lungs will burst.

Your muscles gag around him as his tip brushes the hilt of your throat, but you don’t relent. His mind is clouded, vision filled with white dots. He couldn’t tell if this was some sort of torture, or reward.

The tight coil in his belly threatens to snap at any moment now. It’s there when you move your mouth slowly up and down, sight of the white ring around his length following your lips holding his gaze. It’s there when you increase your pace, paws gripping at his thighs for balance. It’s there when you pull yourself off his length, opting to suck at his scrotum while you work him with your hand.

‘Bird, fuck… fuck, stop. Stop, stop, stop…’

You immediately pull yourself off of him. Your lips are swollen. The sight of that makes him want to push your head right back down on him.

You almost think for a moment that maybe you did something wrong. Grazed him with your teeth, maybe. But the way his irises are damn-near black right now, and the way he’s panting… yeah, you get the hint.

‘Just… just give me a minute.’

You nod, wiping your mouth on the back of your hand. ‘Take as long as you need.’

He buries his face in his hands, groaning. His dick twitches, still standing needy.

Eventually, he brings himself to look at you. ‘Come here.’

You furrow your brows. ‘What?’

‘Damn it, lass. Just come here.’ He gestures towards himself. Unsure of what he’s asking of you, you cautiously crawl closer towards him. Before you can even ask for clarification, his hands dig into the sides of your waist and pull you impatiently over his face.

You squeal softly, and you feel the indent of his nose and lips burying into the fabric of your shorts. ‘Simon.’

He makes a shushing sound, hands still gripping your sides feverishly to keep you from moving. After a few shaky breaths — that you suspect are sniffs — drawn in, he loosens his grip on you. You raise yourself a little higher, and he immediately pulls your shorts to the side - hooking his fingers underneath the fabric to hold them apart.

‘Fuck… let me taste you.’

This was horny Simon, you presumed. Very different from his usual demanding self.

‘Only if you ask nicely.’

He growls. ‘Please, let me taste you. Please.’ The last one was just for good measure.

‘Okay.’ He lowers you down onto his face, and you wonder what his plans are regarding his breathing. You’d think your pussy pumped out oxygen the way his mouth and nose was buried in it right now.

Your hands tug at his blonde locks, urging him to do something other than just stay there. ‘Simon, please…’

He can take orders. Yeah, he can definitely do that.

The next better part of an hour is spent with you squirming in his tight grasp, perched on his face as his tongue manages to ravage your sopping folds. You can hardly tell from when he’s switched his movements up — sucking at your clit like some sort of powered vacuum, flicking his tongue at it like a man starved, and his tongue pushing its way inside your core.

The room is filled with your whimpers and strained gasps, as you try not to wake Soap and Gaz up. But surely, they wouldn’t blame you.

‘Tha’s it, birdie… just ride my face like that, yeah…’ His deep voice vibrates throughout your core. ‘Fuckin’ usin’ me, aren’t you just? Little slut… your cunt tastes so sweet, lass.’

His praise only serves to egg you on, leading you closer to your climax. It only takes a few more expert flicks of his tongue to bring you right over the edge, your body trembling as the intensity washes you over.

He doesn’t stop even then.

‘One more, birdie. You can give me one more, can’t you?’

Echoes of good girl and I know she had it in her ring out as you experience the same peak for the second time. He finally relaxes his grip on you, slowly easing you back to lie down.

Your face is flushed, cheeks running warm at the encounter. He wipes his face on the back of his hand, sitting up to closely observe you. Despite himself, he has a smug look on his face.

‘Tire you out, then?’

‘Piss off.’

He chuckles, and climbs over you. He slots himself between your legs, and brings his mouth to your neck. ‘I’m far from done with you, vixen.’

#simon ghost riley x reader #cod smut #yeah yeah whatever. im just a girl that wants to **** *** **** crazy style #ridings

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rqbossman · 7 months ago

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I found out about tma from my friend because he asked me to make an edit of michael distortion and got into it a few months later. I LOVE TMA. I mostly listened to the whole thing three times when I was mostly offline because I have the 200 episodes downloaded on YouTube and now I'm finding out that there's some stuff I missed, there's bloopers, q&a and I was in the wiki because i wanted to see how many times the admiral was mentioned and theres one what the ghost episode? IM GOING INSANE. I love tma. I think it's rotting my brain... it's everywhere, it's in my veins. I need to know everything but when I try to search these things up on YouTube it only shows me rusty quill gaming which I will be watching later but where do I find the other stuff where is the best place to listen to tma and find every extra lore even if it's just the tiniest squeeze of lore? I need to know y'all really did an amazing job with tma, I don't think I'm ever going to get tired of listening to it. I need to relisten to it before hell— I mean... School starts again. Lord save us for another year of merciless torture. Also I was trying to type this fast and forgot to say hi. hi Mr Alex, I hope you're having an amazing day/night when you see this. I promise to listen to all the podcasts rusty quill has after I learn every little squeeze of tma lore. Where is the best place to listen to and learn every little squeeze of information of all of rusty quill podcasts? (I absolutely did not install Tumblr just to ask this what do you mean 😓😓😓)

Lovely to hear from you and thankyou for the kind words. To list good locations for TMA Lore: 1) The podcast feed is obviously first port of call and includes some bonus materials between seasons 2) Our Patreon has an absolutely enormous amount of content in there now and I believe it should at this point be organised into collections so you can just look up TMA and it's all there for you (although that is behind a paywall) 2) Any video QNA's/events etc. not included in the main feed should be on our twitch channel. 3) Rustyquill.com has various links dotted around that have snippets too 4) The fan wiki is a very strong resource. Like any wiki there is the odd error here or there but for the most part its astonishingly accurate and detailed. 5) Special mention to whoever keeps our TV Tropes pages up to date. It was when I saw a proper entry for The Magnus Archives on that site that I actually started to call myself a "proper" writer.

#alexander j newall #the magnus archives #rusty quill #meta

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cranberryjuice-posts · 10 months ago

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Okay so like hear me out.

Reader went on a quest years ago when her and Clarisse were still young and they went missing/were pronounced dead. But in reality they got stuck in the Lotus Casino so when Chiron sent some campers to retrieve campers that he already knew were stuck there they found the supposedly “dead” reader playing in the arcade.

Reader goes back to camp and finds Clarisse after all these years and returns like some weapon or smth that Clarisse gave them so they could defend themselves. (Reader obviously aged somehow so theres no weird age gap or smth)

- harness your hopes -

Pairings - Clarisse La Rue x Fem! Reader

An - i tried to find a way to write this without a plot hole since in the lotus hotel you don’t age key example nico di-Angelo so I hope this helps some 😭😭

“It’s Vegas”

“No it’s the best place in America. AND! And they have legal gambling” you laughed walking along side clarisse down the streets of Las Vegas.

Being placed on a mission together you both had an older saytr leading. Your main assignment was to locate a demigod that was near by and to help return them to camp safely.

Brushing your hands against clarisses you blushed some, it was just a dumb crush. You were 13 and so was she anything that could between you both was just pointless. Contrasting your thoughts however clarisse slowly reached over taking your hand.

The saytr guide gave you both a teasing face causing clarisse to pull her hand away embarrassed. As the guide chuckled turning back to lead the way you patted your cheeks trying to make the burning feeling go away.

After about an hour you all decided on getting lunch. While just waiting outside with clarisse she tapped your shoulder making you look at her.

“Here.. I saw your dagger got broken in our last fight so have mine” she tried hard to play it off but you could tell she was really just trying to show a form of love.

“Thanks” you happily smiled taking the blade back. Looking down at the blade you could see in the reflection clarisse looking Away embarrassed. Cute

It was weird.

One minute you were running away from a hippalectryon, next you were laying on the ground with a glowing wolf over you? Then you woke up in a casino like hotel.

The following week felt unreal, gambling every once in a while. Finding other demigods and running around with them, meeting some kids who said the Roman gods were real? Weird. Even becoming friends with this small kid named nico who un-ironically liked mythomagic just as much as you.

Being so caught up in the moment you hadn’t realized your body and mind growing. On Monday you were happy to eat a tub of ice cream all day while most people treated you like a kid, on Tuesday you were schooling some little kid on why he shouldn’t cheat in games and the older demigods you had seen before suddenly invited you to hangout with them.

Sitting in the lounging area you saw a familiar set of bright orange shirts paired with some of your friends you had just met. Quickly getting up you jogged over. “Hey! Wait up!” Finally standing before them your happy face turned to confusion. “Chris..?”

The Chris you suddenly Remembered had been 14 and recently shaved his head as he lost a bet now.. he looked older, way more muscular than before and for some reason he seemed more mature.

“Holy shit” he spoke shocked. Almost scared he reached out grabbing your shoulders. “What’s your name” he cautiously spoke.

“Yn Chris when did you get so old” you shoved his hands off of you. You had been gone a week not a lifetime.

“Are You dead?” He asked earning him an unamused look from you. Placing your hands on your hips you gave a heavy sigh. “No I’m not dead why are you asking”

“Because you’ve been dead for three years”

…

What..

—

The ride back to camp was weird. While Travis and Connor drove the truck back to camp you talked with Chris as he updated you and all the campers with you that in-fact everyone was trapped with the lotus eaters.

Though what confused him and everyone else was how you were able to age and mature like a normal person.

Pulling your dagger out from your side you studied it ashamed. So much time passed without you.. your siblings grew up, the camp evolved, it was like you didn’t even belong in this timeline. Shining the celestial bronze blade a sudden memory came back to you.

A girl named clarisse came back to you. A girl named clarisse who you loved, came back to you. With that all the flustered emotions of a young teenager followed suit as well.

Stepping inside to camp a familiar sense of comfort washed over you. Three years later and the damn place still hadn’t changed.

Though the walk though camp was awkward to say the least. All your friends were 16/17 now and there was so many new kids and dead ones that it was honestly a lot.

Eventually you found yourself sitting in the Aphrodite cabin with silena, leaning on her bed laughing like it was old times.

“You know what!” The daughter Aphrodite smiled leaning over the side. “There’s a certain lesbian here who misses you”

“Who” You chuckled slowly remembering everything. Silena looked at you with a knowing look. “Wait clarisse?! No no she doesn’t— we never liked each other like that” you laughed trying to play it off.

“Then I guess it won’t be weird for you to go meet up with her right now”

After a silent back and forth you caved in standing up. “Fine! I’ll go see her but we’re just friends” You warned leaving the cabin.

Jogging into the arena you had to take a moment to appreciate what you saw in-front of you. 5’10 and lean just swinging her spear around with a concentrated look plastered on her face. Even even she was taking her anger out clarisse was still beautiful.

She stuck her spear into the sand and started tying her curly hair back. Placing her hands on her hips she let out a heavy sigh just letting the energy fall away from her body.

Slowly walking towards her you cleared your throat nervous… justtt friends that’s what you were. “Hey..” you managed.

Instantly she looked over stunner and a little embarrassed. Clarisse didn’t move, didnt even speak. She opened her mouth for only a second before just closing it again not sure what to say.

Deciding to take the first step you gently patted your sides. Pulling the dagger from your side you held it out. “I figured I don’t need it anymore so I should return it-“

“Keep it” she quickly spoke. “Sorry.. I’m just, it’s been a long time” a tired breath left her lips causing you to blush slightly.

“Right..“ placing the blade away you looked back up deciding that maybe just standing in silence was the best think to do.

What felt like an eternity soon came to an end when clarisse decided to finally speak up. “Can we.. can we hangout tommorow” she slowly asked.

Nodding your head adamantly you smiled. “Yeah, I’d like that a lot.”

———

“Shut up it did not feel like a week” clarisse laughed walking around the forest with you. For majority if the day you both had just spent time together, almost like a date.

Now with the moon rising you both decided to finish the hangout off with a walk in the woods. “It did” you giggled. “I swear to the gods I was only there for a week”

She just rolled her eyes. “Must of been nice” she mumbled shaking her head. Confused you chuckled back. “What do you mean?”

“Well you didn’t have to spend three years thinking the first girl you ever actually fell in love with was dead and having to find some way to continue yourself that leaving her to bleed out after she protected you from dying wasn’t yourself and was the right thing to do”

You stopped walking and just looked up at clarisse. “You love me”

She looked back at you and just shrugged her shoulders. She was completely different from the dumb childhood crush you had. Slowly you grabbed clarisses arm and took her hand into yours. Looking down you smiled as she was wearing one of your favorite rings.

“I don’t remember a lot. I don’t know how I ended up in the hotel.. but what I do remember is that throughout my long week stay I always remembered a girl who could effortlessly make me laugh and always made my stomach do flips” a small laugh left your mouth. “Out of everything and everyone I always remembered being in love with you clarisse”

Shyly with her free hand she cupped the side of your face. Brining you close to her she muttered. “Can I Kiss you..”

Laughing some you nodded. “Yeah you can kiss me”

Placing her lips onto yours you couldn’t help b it smile happily. It made you feel warm how some way some how clarisse waited for you. Guess it was a good think to since you had no choice but to wait for her too.

Clarisse - FUCK ALL YOU MOTHER FUCKERS I HAVE A GIRLFRIEND SUCK IT

YN - babe 😭

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#lesbian #wlw #clarisse la rue #clarisse pjo #clarisse x reader #percy jackson fanfiction #clarisse larue #clarisse my beloved #percy jackson show #pjo fandom #clarisse x female reader #clarisse la rue x reader #clarisse x you

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another-lost-mc · 2 years ago

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DIAVOLO x gn!Reader 1.2k Words | NSFW | Explicit | Making Out, Marking, Oral Sex (m!receiving) CW: Mentions of alcohol. -> Prompt: Kissing in an Alley Behind a Bar [ Obey Me! Masterlist ]

Diavolo makes every date with you an adventure. He loves exploring all the things in the human world that you used to take for granted; everything excites him, and it’s difficult not to be excited too.

Tonight he asked you to join him on a date at a human world bar. Bars aren’t really your thing, and you don’t drink much at the best of times, but you agreed anyway. It’s hard to say ‘no’ to the demon prince that asks you for so little, while the love in his eyes promises you the whole world just for being by his side.

Most of the time when you go on human world excursions, Diavolo is overdressed for the occasion. He looks handsome, sure, but his large stature and expensive, perfectly-tailored suits draw a lot of attention.

(You try not to grumble too much when other people blatantly stare at him, or try to flirt with him even though you’re standing right there, your arm obviously linked with his. Even though he doesn’t say anything, he knows you get a little jealous—and he makes it up to you later in the privacy of his bedroom and shows you why you have nothing to be jealous of.)

You wait patiently for Diavolo in the main foyer of the Demon Lord’s Castle while he finishes getting ready. You grin and ask Barbatos which suit Diavolo plans to wear tonight, but he looks far too smug when he hints that you might be disappointed.

Diavolo’s voice echoes when he greets you from the top of the staircase nearby. You turn towards the staircase and wave, but your own greeting dies in your throat. You expect him to come bouncing down the steps in one of his three-piece suits. You didn’t expect him to wear a black leather jacket you’ve never seen before, or the slim-fitted white t-shirt underneath, or the dark wash jeans that hang low on his hips and cling to his muscular thighs.

His joyful smile sharpens when he’s close enough to slip his hand in yours, and you realize you’ve been staring (and probably drooling). Your mouth opens and closes a few times while you try to think of something to say.

I want to climb you like a fucking tree doesn’t seem appropriate in present company, even though Barbatos has caught you both in compromising positions before.

“You look nice,” is the most eloquent reply you can manage in that moment; your voice is a bit higher than usual, and you want to die when your voice cracks.

Also, when did it get so hot in here?

Diavolo beams at your compliment (and very obvious once-over). “I thought I would try a different look today, considering the very casual nature of our date location.” He escorts you to the portal Barbatos conjures for you, and he leads you in the direction of a local pub his butler located for you in advance.

The demon prince grunts when his back slams against the bar’s rough brick exterior, but his eyes glitter with anticipation under the flickering street lamp overhead. His devilish smile is wide and full of teeth, and he traces his fangs with the tip of his tongue while he drinks in your needy expression.

“If I’d known bringing you to such a place would have this result, I would’ve done so much sooner,” he chuckles as he tilts his head back to give you access. You moan against his neck and scrape your teeth along the skin of his throat; he exhales a shuddered sigh grips your waist to drag you even closer to him.

“It’s those fucking jeans, and that shirt, and it’s—it’s everything about you,” you nearly whine against his collarbone between clumsy, open-mouthed kisses against his skin. Your hands slide under the thin material of his shirt, and he twitches when you graze the ticklish skin of his belly.

“I’m yours,” he promises in a rough voice, and his hand cradles your nape and forces you to look at him. “All yours, for as long as you’ll have me.”

“You big sap,” you scold him half-heartedly, but your breathy voice lacks any real heat. You push yourself against the firm, muscular planes of his chest and slot your mouth against his in a desperate kiss. You can taste the alcohol on his tongue when you lick into his mouth, and you chase the bittersweet taste with your own

He swallows your breathy sounds as he moves against you in a frenzied kiss. His own deep growls punctuate the wet sounds of his lips and tongue caressing yours. He jerks his hips when you run your hands over his chest and tweak his nipples between your fingers.

He’s hard and straining in these jeans he bought specially for you, and his body burns so hot he feels like you're consuming him. He's not going to last long no matter how you touch him. The only thing he knows is that he doesn't want to paint the inside of his pants when he can be inside you somehow instead.

“I want you,” he pants as you kiss a sloppy trail across his jaw and down his neck. Your muffled uh-huh tickles his skin and he pulls your hips flush against his. He grinds himself harder against you while you suck a mark below his ear.

(Diavolo knows Barbatos will disapprove of the mark and insist he cover it up later. He doesn’t want to, though—he would wear all your bruises and bitemarks proudly. He wants everyone in the Devildom and all the realms beyond to know that it's his bed you warm each night.)

The alley is dark and grimy and off-putting, but Diavolo still wonders how he can fuck you against the cold brick wall without roughing up the soft skin of your back. His train of thought breaks when you suddenly drop to your knees; the desire radiating from you in waves overwhelms him.

When he scents the air, he can smell your soap and your sweat, and below that, he can pick up the faint traces of the arousal that's dampening the inside of your pants. It makes his mouth water and he has to remind himself to be patient.

He throws his head back with a moan as his large hands stroke the sides of your face. “You’re so perfect for me,” he grits out. “I'm going to fuck you against this wall before I take you home.” He knows you're both desperate, and his dirty promises make you whine, a high-pitched noise that makes his cock ache. He tries not to buck his hips against your face when you rub your cheek against the rough denim covering his aching cock. He hears the soft sounds of metal clinking together when your nimble fingers loosen his belt.

“You'd better,” you mutter against him, tongue flicking against the wet spot of his boxer briefs before you pull them down.

You should've guessed all along what he wanted when he brought you here of all places. You wait until he looks at you properly—

—with his tousled hair and dark, lustful gaze blown-black, and his spit-slicked and swollen lips, and his chest heaving with anticipation and the control it takes for him not to push you against the rough brick behind him and impale you on his cock—

—and then you finally swallow him down.

#obey me diavolo #obey me x reader #omswd x reader #obey me diavolo x reader #diavolo x reader #obey me smut #omswd smut #diavolo smut #obey me diavolo x mc #diavolo x mc #obey me diavolo x you #diavolo x you #obey me fanfic #omswd fanfic #x reader #gn!reader #jes.2k event

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conflictofthemind · 10 months ago

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TL;DR: HNL was studying how to give human subjects electromagnetic, most specifically visible light based, powers in order to bend space-time for their needs.

I’m going to try and condense this as much as I can because considering electromagnetism as a major force in ST (pun intended) opens up so many potential areas of analysis that can only be a brief cover of without turning into multiple essays.

Let’s go over the electromagnetic spectrum:

I hope you might already be recognizing some symbols we see often in Stranger Things, especially if you’ve been following the BTS and some location and set leaks from Season 5.

The electromagnetic spectrum encompasses the different frequencies of electromagnetic radiation - waves of energy that travel at the speed of light (and produce visible light to us at certain frequencies). You’ve probably heard of most of these, including cancer-causing gamma rays and x-rays, the visible light spectrum (the rainbow), microwaves, and radio waves.

In S5, we have the radio station as a main location for the characters. They’re also driving around in the radio station’s van, which has an image of a hawk emitting a rainbow (visible light radiation). Steve’s car also has a massive antenna on top of it. My first thoughts were that the team was trying to keep in contact with Max in hopes of her being able to hear them in her coma, considering she has a radio near her bedside. While that still may be a reason, I think the characters may have come to realize how important electromagnetic fields could be in their fight against Vecna (this where leader of the AV Club also focused on electromagnetic objects Scott Clarke may make his triumphant return).

Now to pivot onto why electromagnetism is so important to the lore of ST:

What the scientists in Hawkins Lab are likely studying is a way for human brains to produce or manipulate certain types of electromagnetic waves through telepathy. Most obviously this is seen by them having the kids try to manipulate and turn on a circle of light bulbs. Our brains actually already produce electromagnetic waves, but at a very slow frequency. The scientists are constantly measuring brain waves while conducting these experiments. We even get full shots of El’s brain waves during NINA, for example. We also see similar shots in S2 while Will is in the HNL.

You can also observe that the Hawkins National Laboratory has absolutely massive satellite dishes on it’s rooftop; ones that do not exist on the real life building but are added in post because they pose some sort of significance. Nudge, it’s because they are transmitting and receiving massive amounts of electromagnetic waves.

Why are they studying electromagnetic waves then?

They are studying electromagnetic waves because they are a method in which time travel can theoretically be achieved - the focus of the Montauk Project in which Stranger Things is based on. The military likely is investigating time travel as another war tactic against Russia.

Let us take a look at the first chapter of the Montauk Project: Experiments in Time book (they are seriously plagiarizing the living hell out of this thing):

Also, did you catch the whole 'attaching a massive antenna on the hood of my car to pick up a secret signal' thing? That's suspiciously similar to the state of Steve's car! Anyway...

The story of Stranger Things starts chronologically, as does Montauk, with the disappearance of the USS Eldridge and Project Rainbow (named after the bending of the visible light spectrum). Brenner’s father was revealed to have captained the boat in TFS, which disappeared for 12 hours into Dimension X and when it came back, the crew was killed or driven mad (except for Brenner Sr). This inspires Brenner to continue onto the Nevada project, and eventually, Hawkins National Lab’s studies. The USS Eldridge / Philadelphia Project conspiracy from real life went as follows:

They were studying electromagnetism, specifically the bending of light, to make objects invisible. This was only the first step in the experiments. Once Henry got involved and came back from his trip to Dimension X with powers, Brenner must have realized he could potentially use human subjects to manipulate electromagnetic fields themselves. Human subjects didn’t require machinery or set up and could bend space-time wherever they pleased, as long as they were able to learn the ability.

The more conspiratiorial side of Theoretical Physics proposes using circulating light beams to warp time-space, creating a wormhole in which one can literally walk through time. This is pop-science, likely not true but interesting for fiction purposes. This method of time travel being used is heavily implied due to the fact that the USS Eldridge was already able to disappear into another dimension by the bending of light.

This is how it worked in the Montauk Project book (absolutely ridiculous how much they took from this honestly):

My guess is that in the Stranger Things universe, they have not yet managed to time travel, only to create portals into this alien Dimension X. Previously, said portals were only made twice by highly advanced technological equipment. El demonstrated that she was able to open a portal all by herself - another step to achieving time travel with singular human subjects. Season five is when we will see the beginning of the time travel plot line, though it like in Montauk is likely already in a loop.

That’s where we get the name for the Rainbow Room, named after this Project Rainbow. The rainbow represents the full spectrum of visible light, and the goals of the project to bend said light into portals and eventually time travel wormholes.

Implications?:

-Well, first of all it seems very obvious by this point that we are going for a time travel plot line, and this is how it will be achieved.

-Will is heavily connected to light in general, the sun, and of course… the rainbow. He is also implied be the one involved in the time travel plot line. This will be very relevant going forward and deserves it’s own post. Potential funniness of defeating Vecna with the power of the rainbow afoot.

-Coma patients are known to have odd, barely detectable brain waves. The kids will be able to communicate with Max in her coma using the electromagnetic spectrum somehow, probably through the radio waves.

-On the farthest end of the spectrum, we have ionizing gamma ray radiation, which is known to cause cancer in humans. Expect Hopper’s daughter Sara to connect to this plot line (and perhaps Sam Owens’ dead son). There is a whole theory on this site already called radiationgate. I have not managed to look into it yet but I think they are probably onto something there. The original al pitch mentions the UD leakage into the real world causing cancer as well.

#stranger things #dr brenner #will byers #max mayfield #byler #<- fuck it intended audience #el hopper #st theory #electromagnetismgate #:)#tagging them for the exposure cause idk who is going to see this #time travel

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sadhornydemons · 2 months ago

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You gotta wonder..What are the events that lead to Via and Blitz having each other as contacts on their phones?

Blitz had Stolas in his phone as early as the first episode, probably out of Stolas' persistence in the aftermath of stealing his book. One might assume, maybe one day Stolas grabbed his phone; "Blitzy, let me add my daughter to your contacts!" which could be slightly odd, but not completely ooc in his mannerisms.

Having it labled: "Via (Stolas Bird Daughter)"..(how many different species of daughters do you think Stolas has, Blitz?!) seems like Blitz added it, or at least edited it later.

I could see, during the events of Seeing Stars, Blitz would have a good reason to add her as a contact. (assuming Stolas was already trying to call Via's phone prior to everyone trying to find her. I'm assuming a lot of stuff that isn't shown just so everything will make sense) By why Via?

And circling back to Seeing Stars, how or why does Via know where the IMP office is, or that her dad's book is there?

Obviously Stolas knows the location, he shows up at the office next. Did he have to explain to her one day, "Oh no, I don't have the book...uh, you remember our Loo Loo Land bodyguard? Well, he's borrowing it for his business..Oh say, why don't we pay him a surprise visit?"

Back to the original phone issue at hand, I can't see Stolas grabbing Via's phone to add anything (Stolas: "Oh, there's a message on your phone saying to click this link for a 'Mal-icious surprise!" Via: "Dad, no."). Going back to headcanon land, even if Blitz attempted to call her during the events of Seeing Stars and she answered, I'd see her blocking the number after finding out who it was instead of saving.

And Via already had the contact labeled "Dad (Calling From Shitty Bodyfriend's Phone)," (note the use of parentheses in both cases) complete with picture of Stolas in his This-Is-As-Dressed-I'm-Getting-Robe. If she hadn't blocked Blitz's number before, maybe she did find the number and edited it after her father was banished, knowing he didn't have access to his phone and that would be the only way he could contact her.

That's probably the most likely option I can find. Unless Stolas did manage to call her from Blitz's phone one day (prior to the events of Ozzie's). Again, I'm struggling to find a reason for that. "Via, it's daddy! Did you remember to take the reading materials for that history assignment to your mothers?", Via: "Where are you calling from?!" Stolas: "Oh, I just had to borrow Blitzy's phone while mine is...unavailable." Blitz: "I really didn't think it would fit up there."

There just seems to be a lot of character development or events unseen. Which makes sense, the show doesn't have time to show every stinkin' detail, while focusing on all the main cast. But some of these missing pieces might give more reason to why Blitz already feels bonded to Via, in addition to his relationship with her father, but despite them only sharing scenes in two prior episodes.

#helluva boss spoilers #helluva boss #octavia goetia #blitzø #blitzo #stolas #no hate or drama discourse please

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dailykafka · 13 days ago

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Hi. Sorry, not Kafka related, but more you related – if that is just okay 👍 I am extremely late to your Georgia posts and had just found them. But it let me to just wonder. What is it like living in Georgia where you’re at right now – I mean on a daily basis. Do you usually feel safe going outside? What are the streets like? School? Work?

Hello! I'm glad you are interested in what's going on in Georgia😄 To be honest, its a bit complicated (obviously lol). Generally life is pretty normal, we can go to schools and to our jobs and its pretty safe. Even going to protests is safe, that is, unless you are actively involved in protests. If the illegitimate government "sees" and targets you thats when it gets brutal. And the government has targeted many people already. We have political prisoners and they are serving ridiculous sentences.

Its not safe anywhere for people who are more active politically, so politicians, activists and even regular people who are just there protesting (they arrested the chief editor of one of the main medias which was reporting about social issues in the country, they also arrested an actor). So for example, one day the police came for my friend who's a researcher at an NGO and who's been pretty active in protests. The police were wearing civilian clothes and driving a regular car so it seemed like a kidnapping. We couldn't locate him in any detention center because they wouldn't tell us if he was there. And we usually don't know if they'll beat someone up or not. They also kidnap regular citizens who are just regulars at the protests (again, police in civilian clothes kidnapped my friends after the protest and we had to search through detention centers to find them, and they wouldn't say where the police took them). The illegitimate government is trying to find out who's the leader of the movement but there's no leader. People self organize and we collectively know that after work we just go in front of the parliament.

So shortly, life goes on and we do our stuff but if the police notice you/arrest you then you are fucked. You either get a fine or a jail sentence and only god knows what the corrupt judge will decide.

#asks

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darklinaforever · 3 days ago

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Ellen canonically speaking in the ending of the movie : Embraces her sexuality, her soul surviving to her dead body for rise above humankind to become like the multiple supernatural / mystical creatures to which she has been compared throughout the film as a forshadowing for the ending which serves as a payoff.

What people understand : The whole embracing your sexuality rings for Ellen hollow because it shows on screen that sexuality equals death. That’s ok for 1980s slasher film but it’s not some progressive feminist message for 2020s (if anything it conforms that female sexuality is evil or problematic and can’t find place in this world).

Me :

No but seriously ?!

Small personal note, I didn't know that Victorian society represented the world. That's not the case. We are not talking about our modern world but about a specific time and place in history. Because yes, Victorian society does not accept female sexuality. That's the whole point of the film. And he's not going to change a historical fact to suit your modern vision.

But that doesn't mean that the message of the film is about female sexuality who is really evil or problematic and can’t find place in this world.

On the contrary, the film criticizes this society of the time and the treatment of woman's and their sexuality ! It is not for nothing that Orlok brought the plague to the location of the film which represents this modern / victorian society and that its main victims also are the perfect Victorian family. So, this society and its main representations are being punished.

Orlok is literally Ellen's vengeful hand here. Because Orlok is Ellen.

And no, Victorian society is not saved at the end of the film by Ellen's sacrifice, as some might believe. Her union with Orlok actually brings a form of rebirth and a new era to the world for the future symbolically speaking, after this society was precisely punished / destroyed by Orlok's pestilence.

(So no, we are not at all on the idea that female sexuality cannot find a place in this world. On the contrary, once again Victorian society is criticized and punished for its treatment of female sexuality, and is brought to a change / rebirth by Ellen's union with Orlok)

This film is also about the occult of the mystical and the supernatural. Obviously the ending will go in this direction with Ellen who throughout the story has been described as not belonging to the human kind and compared to various creatures ?

She simply leaves humanity at the end to fully embrace who she is. She rises above humanity to become what she has been compared to many times throughout the film. Again, forshadowing and payoff. You have to explain to me how you can sum it up to simply “sexuality equals death. female sexuality is evil or problematic and can’t find place in this world”. This woman essentially becomes a superior being in the end !

Ellen is not dead ! Or at least her soul has survived to her body and continues in another world better than the one where she has always lived (and who will only begin a new era thanks to her mystical union with Orlok) with the only person who has ever truly understood her. The other half of herself. Death is not an end. It is a beginning of something (an eternity) that we will never be able to see, but only imagine for Ellen & Orlok. They are literally surrounded by lilacs at the end which also represents renewal and rebirth. They are not dead. They continue beyond.

Basically, by embracing her sexuality and who she really is, Ellen saved the world (bringing him into a new, better era) and became a superior being freed from all restrictions. Oh yes, what a tragic fate...

(Although yes, there is some tragedy in not being able to be happy for Ellen in the world as it is in the film. But the fact Ellen is not simply death in the end. And the film is literally a gothic fairy tales and a horror movie... so a complete happy ending is not something obligatory, on contraty)

What, it's bad because it's associated with Orlok who is portrayed as evil in the film ?

Except that once again, Orlok is evil only because he embodies what society judges to be bad in Ellen. Not because it's really bad. Likewise, Von Franz describes Orlok as worse than the devil because what Orlok studied during his lifetime when that actually didn't really have much to do with it. We are once again witnessing the demonization of a culture by Christianity. Not something who are really evil...

The true evil of the movie is again the Victorian Society. Not Orlok, who are the representation of female sexuality damn.

I'm so tired of the bad takes on this great film.

Again, I recommand @apoloadonisandnarcissus for a true comprehension of this film.

#nosferatu #nosferatu (2024)#nosferatu 2024 #ellen hutter #count orlok #orlok #ellenorlok #ellok #orllen #ellen x orlok #orlok x ellen #gothic romance #gothic horror #robert eggers

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salemrph · 2 months ago

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Breaking down "Where Drakeshadows Fall"

We are far from done, breaking down Sylus Myth. Grab pens and paper. This feels like connecting dots on a crime scene.

I came across this comment under a video on TikTok, the creator explains everything so well. Here is the video: https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGd6j4Eb2/

@Gem: sylus mentions that one of those weapons in the cave was used 108 times or something, and I thought "maybe the 109th time it will actually work with MC" and then I thought "109....109??? 109!!"

I will try to connect every moment we have seen on the current timeline to reference the Myth. (If I'm forgetting something, leave it in the comments)

We start at the very beginning. Sit back this may be long.

Our first encounter.

Violent, just like the first time they met in the Abyss.

MC attacks Sylus with her knife, cutting under his eye.

He strangles her. In the Myth, she is the one—

The voice in her head urging her to claim the power inside Sylus’s eye.

"After all, you and I are the same. True kindred spirits." This hit different too. Now that we know that they're bond by their soul.

And again, the second attempt. He hands her the gun and pulls the trigger himself. MC doesn’t truly want him to die, so she presses against the wound, and Sylus heals.

"Save that for the day you actually succeed in killing me."

Main Story: Cap. 1-8

MC and Stylus are at Philip's Lab (I think that was the name of the Shopkeeper). So, Sylus is desperate to resonate. And Philip is just like "she is either rejecting you, scared of you or disgusting by you..."

Um… yeah, that must’ve hurt. A lot.

There she is—his beloved, weak, without her memories, and outright rejecting him. Maybe he’s angry at her, but maybe he’s also furious about whatever happened to bring them to this point.

We know he isn't a patient man.

Main Story: Chapter 2-1

Little Girl "... He's a monster with huge wings that never dies. And he has horns!"

Midnight Stealth

MC sneaking in the cave, where Sylus was laying on the a pile of treasures. Obviously he caught her because her footsteps were too noise. Well, we have the same with the brooch.

Sylus recreating the scenario with MC, playing that game to get the brooch. Which I think never was important. He would have helped us, anyways, right?

Oh, and the drawing of Sylus with horn and tail.

The Auction: Chapter 2-10

Of course we have the flashback to the Myth before MC is finally able to resonate with Sylus.

"That life you own me—now is not the time to repay me."

When they return to the base, the MC brings up her vision, asking if it was real. His response:

"If I say yes, will you give me a sincere apology?"

I suppose the apology would be related to the curse—like, "Hey, you killed me, and then you brought me back. So…"

Nightplumes

"Do you know what you look right now?"

We hear in both the same sentences. I just love Nightplumes.

Midnight Warmth

"I want to leave a mark too"

Even if he isn't a vampire, the need to leave a mark on MC. Argh... Just beautiful.

Continuous Symphony.

The song and the conversation.

*A wounded person might never wake up again if they fall asleep"

We have the dream and the song. I don't need to explain but...

MC asked him why he stopped playing the song and him replying "There is no “after”". Which is not the whole true. She refused to continue because it’s a requiem for the departed. Since he was injured because of her, she didn’t want to be the last thing Sylus heard.

"Sincere feelings are hard to forget"

Grassland romance

Both talking about where Home is...

"I can adapt to any location and call it home as long as I'm willing. But... now I have one condition. If you're not there then I am not interested"

I would relate this to their conversation and this dream-like memory we have in black Chapel. Being their home.

This happens in the Event of Grassland. When Sylus gives MC the self-made crown, maybe he is just responding to the flower MC put him in hair at the Chapel.

Melodic Weave

"Unfortunately... the string of fate connecting us can't be cut that easily."

Immobilized

The Snake analogy about their evol linkage, made me remind what MC said in the Myth: "...Sylus, did you already know that we would instinctively want to devour each other?"

This also a reference the curse they share.

"When two snakes are devouring each other, one will inevitably be crowned the victory"

I'm 90% sure that Sylus must know why the evol linkage appears.

"Does this mean, that one day, even without the linkage, you'll choose to stand by my side?"

Destiny Café

The Hand interaction: Sylus bites our / MC hand. Like she did before.

Heartbeat cheeking: "If our heart rates sync up, then maybe we can resonate" After bonding their soul, they were like one. More coordinated then begin just one. This made me think about Luke and Kieran. (That's another topic).

Outfit "Soft Distance": The Golden Crow's Feather of Eternity was something from the cave��can’t remember if it was a weapon or not. Either way, there’s a little nod to it in his outfit: a golden feather on his shirt that ties back to the artifact.

Maybe there is more, but I'm just Lvl 76 with Sylus.

Anecdotes

MC and Sylus are the two faces of the same coin. Is insane.

Searing Touch & Call: Remote Support

I'm mentioning the call because, with Searing Touch, we learn or in another way, he admits once more that MC is his biggest weakness.

"Who could ever do anything to me except you?" (Call)

After the Myth, we have the absolute and devastating confirmation: She is life and death for him. In the broadest sense.

MC asked him about why he was at that place. Half joking if it was because of her. Well...

"Yeah, you're right. I went there for you."

"I'd rather risk exposing my weaknesses when I protect you then see you injured."

Again, he would rather sacrifice himself...

Gem Hunting: Charon

No need to say much, the N109 Zone is basically Taurus City. No need for over-explaining.

If destiny continues their way, maybe MC will leave the Hunter Association. Maybe she’ll end up branded as a traitor. But like Sylus said, if she really wants to understand his world, she has to step beyond light and shadow.

Back to the event. I love their interaction and the style.

By the end, after finding the gem split in two, MC comes up with a great idea. She decides to use the gem and add it to the two bracelets she bought.

MC doesn’t care about the bad omen—in fact, she actually prefers it this way. Once again, she gives Sylus the curse of being tied to her forever.

"Living and dying by your side doesn't sound like a bad curse"

So that all, for now. Maybe I update this when I find more connecting points.

#love and deepspace #lads sylus #sylus #lads #love and deepspace sylus #lnds sylus #love and depression #sylus mtyh #love and deepace theory #sylus love and deepspace #love and deepspace spoilers #love and deespace angst #i'm not over it #i'm not okay

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thefirstknife · 7 months ago

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Bro.....

You know, when they said they'll bring back "one of the most storied locations very briefly" I did think of Saint's grave. Speculated about this with the besties quite a bit as well, that we might go back there for some reason. And now. Yeah.

But my question when I was cooking about this and my question now that Ikora said this remains the same: how? How is that accessible? The grave is in the Infinite Forest. Infinite Forest is on Mercury. Mercury is still in a Darkness anomaly. And the Forest was sealed from the inside. That shit is behind seven proxies.

Obviously we've seen the Infinite Forest gate in the trailer, on Nessus, so I'm assuming the door can be opened from Nessus... somehow? Osiris can probably do it with his cubes or something, but the details of how this will be done and how it will be handled are eating me alive. I'm losing it, but for real this time. I don't have words to describe how much I am compelled.

Anyway, radio message!

Saint-14: Since you found me, I have only doubted who I was once... When Misraaks recounted how his people - their children - feared me... it shook me. Osiris says, that I am Saint-14, my hands raised the wall, I walked with the Pilgrim Guard. How can I be a shadow of the Saint who truly walked this City, when I remember the smells of the streets, and the faces that smile? I met you on Mercury, as I speak to you now. We fought together. I shattered the Vex for centuries, but I lived, where he died. Because we showed the Vex that our fate could not be calculated. Even in simulation, we surprised them, you and I. That, is true. The Conductor claims, I am a man out of time, an approximation of reality. Huh, was I not this already? Hard metal, and brittle memory. Spark, and code, fourteen times over. Only my heart carried through. I know what it means to find myself again. But... The Conductor claims, had Osiris not created the Sundial, had I remained forgotten, Sagira would live still. How could these things be connected? If it is true... I will not take my love from him as well. For it is strong, and he will need it. You would not be afraid. You would know what to do... I am... still trying. But I will find myself again.

He's doing better!!! He's figuring it out!!! I'm assuming now that the main point of conflict for him is the Saint that died. It was never quite clear what happened when we saved Saint; did the timeline diverge at that point or was it always two different timelines? Would the body still be there in the grave if we went there after we saved him? Is there any divergence at all and does it matter?

Because again, the Saint we saved is the same Saint that he's been for most of his life. He clearly remembers meeting us on Mercury which was for him the Dark Age. Before Six Fronts. His story and his legend essentially starts only after meeting us. The Saint that we know exists as he does because we saved his life on Mercury in the Dark Age and gave him the shotgun and he has been trying to live up to this potential ever since. He even quotes it: "I am still trying." He said that in the letter on Perfect Paradox and also when we opened the Forest for him after he was freed. And as I also noted, on week 1, we got a message between Saint and Osiris where they're recalling the exact same memory.

But as I said before, if he has access to any other timeline Saints, there might be differences that the Conductor used to mess with him. I suppose one of those is the Saint that died. And since the shotgun is a paradox, I can't really track it's origin point anywhere. Saint that died had remains of the gun which means that the Saint that died also met us, presumably. But if he'd met us, then he wouldn't have died. Or that's the timeline in which Osiris doesn't make the Sundial and we pick up the shotgun and then with the Sundial we can find the right Saint at the right time and give it to him and then stop him from dying. My brain is dissolving.

Anyway. So. Saint's grave huh. They're killing me with this. I need to think about it for 5 hours or maybe 5 thousand years.

And also the lore page. I assume it's talking about how the Vex Network with its various "denizens" reacted to the Echo.

A fractal cluster of nested realities unfurled like a frond. Two-hundred-and-twenty-odd instances of consciousness reaching in unison. A controlled frenzy of cooperation as the minds within piled Ishtar-branded office furniture to the skies, then lifted one another up to be closer, ones and zeroes stacked perilously, finding swaying purchase with their sensible flats on each other's thin shoulders.

Ishtar scientists!

An irascible trace of a signal sneered at the sincerity of the call but still willed itself to move, reaching up two thin spindles of data in a way that felt somehow familiar.

Asher :) :( T_T

The Great Quiet Thing, the Not-Worm, kept its eyes closed and ignored the call. It was still too soon, it decided. It shivered, the motion forming cascading bubbles of new hypothetical simulations in which it did not shiver. These contradictions soured and burst, scattering nutrients into the network.

What the fuck.

A man in tattered robes, feathers long since worn from his headdress, streaked through the shifting plasmic haze on golden wings, urged on by the tiny starburst at his side. His eyes were furious flame.

Osiris :) And Sagira. :) They're still in the network. Okay! I will just explode.

And of course:

"We need to warn them—" "There's still a chance—" "SAINT—" "Hold on to me—" "I AM OWED THIS—" "Hurry, get Shim—" "There isn't enough of me left—" "TELL ELSIE PRAEDYTH STILL—" "Please, please wait—" "Warn them—" "I have to warn them—"

Welp. We wanted Praedyth to be mentioned. Here he is. I guess I will jump off the cliff now.

Anyway, many thoughts. Genuinely what the fuck is the "Great Quiet Thing" in the Vex Network??? Where is this going. I have so much to think about, brb.

#destiny 2 #destiny 2 spoilers #echoes #echoes spoilers #saint-14 #ikora #long post #my video #I'm eating through my walls

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localplaguenurse · 1 month ago

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I am so in fucking love with the stairway to heaven animation and the only ways I can express that is to either say I am bricked the FUCK up, or I give in to the uber instincts of my uber autism and write an essay on what I THINK are some of the references/inspirations used in the animation. I chose the essay because I need people to know why I am "bricked up."

I am fully willing to accept if I am wrong/reaching for some of these but even then, I think it's cool that I can still connect certain moments with things I enjoy. With that out of the way, behold my analysis/breakdown of Stairway to Heaven!

Spoilers below the cut not just for the animation, but also minor spoilers for Kane Pixel's backrooms series, Liminal Land, Skinamarink, and Mandela Catalogue. Also just a warning for the incoherent ramblings of a guy who's abnormal about analog/indie horror. Please please please please PLEASE go watch the animation if you haven't.

First, "subject 087" is in reference to SCP-087, the never ending staircase SCP. I actually didn't even catch that the first time until I scrolled down to the comments lmao. In my defense, when SCP was blowing up in the mid 2010s I wasn't really old enough to appreciate it or find the format interesting (and honestly it is still hard for me to really get into it, but that's more of a me thing. Conceptually a clinical approach to horror like with SCPs or in All Tomorrows is fascinating, but it can be a bit of a slog for me), so I only knew the main three's numbers. (173, 096, and 682).

"Motion detected" has been used in just about every analog horror series now, but Mandela Catalogue is probably the main series that popularized the trope when analog horror first started getting popular.

The backrooms is, obviously, the backrooms. You can probably assume it's Kane Pixels' backrooms because his version really blew up but it feels more like early days backrooms before we got all those monsters and almond water stuff. (Which btw it's so funny we got "almond water" from whoever the first person to say the air smells like almonds was. For reference, almonds smell like cyanide. OP was trying to say the air smells toxic, not that almonds are the safest thing to consume in the backrooms.)

This shot just reminded me of The Oldest View, ALSO from Kane Pixels. Tbh that's probably just me but I thought it was neat.

Next up, the door. Aside from the obvious 333 angel numbers which also appear very prominently in Mandela Catalogue (this series is going to pop up a lot, I'm sorry), but for some reason it reminded me of the Silent Hill 4 door. Again, that's just the tism probably.

Skinamarink ahh shot, was honestly expecting the door to just poof, disappear.

Next, the shot with all the houses. While KP's Backrooms do have that creepy neighbourhood, this exact shot and set up feels closer to H.O.M.E. from Liminal Land.

And then our most darling biblically accurate horror icon Columbina would make False Gabriel proud, and just... she is so fucking cool and creepy in this and I love her so much.

This whole sequence was for one absolutely horrifying and beautiful, but what caught MY attention were the settings and locations shown. These are standard creepy liminal spaces and analog horror gore censorship, yes, but they also reminded me of the locations Trevor Henderson uses in his art pieces, so suffice to say I think Columbina looks RIGHT AT HOME regardless of how you wanna look at these shots. And the animation on her face opening up into wings and eyes is just an absolute chef's kiss moment. Props to the animators, man.

This trope, the whole main character monologue overlaying the screen moment, very common in analog horror but for me, again popularized by its use in the Mandela Catalogue.

The smudged picture is a reference to one of the ending shots in Skinamarink, where it pans over the childhood photos only for their heads and faces to now be missing, which most agree is the movie's way of saying these kids were trapped her for so long they eventually just stopped existing/faded into nothingness.

And finally, the classic ending scene of KP's first Backrooms video.

I know for a fact there are probably other references to liminal spaces/analog horror that I either missed or they're like general concepts/tropes used in analog horror. I did almost mention the mill in petscop because of Columbina's "two in the mill, one taken, one left" because that phrasing felt really specific, but it doesn't quite fit the vibes of all the other references. Also her only being seen in the camera is a trope used in all manner of horror media. My first thought was the forest scene in VHS (2012) where the murderer could only be seen in the film static.

I just wanted to get the especially cool/unique moments out there. I didn't even touch on the storyline but that's because it seems pretty straightforward. I'm also aware not many people are gonna read my red string corkboard ramblings, which I'm fine with. I just needed to get this out of my system, but I do appreciate those who did take the time to indulge my ramblings!

That's all for now, back to whatever the hell I had planned for today.

#dottore #hoyofair #stairway to heaven #horror #analysis #rambling

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