#oh god when we get to the investigation segments.......

[dreamingcloudie]

hello! I'm kinda shy to request about this if you don't mind at all, but is it okay that you write about dottore with a s/o adopting a child and basically just cute married couples with family type of shit? it would be interesting to see his dynamic with the kid would be!

If you want too ofc! ^^

also i really like your content! it's so well written and it cheers me up so much :) 💖💕

❛❛ A Step Into Fatherhood ❜❜

✎ ❛❛ What do you mean I'm getting soft? ❜❜

Pairing(s): Dottore x GN!Reader

Genre/Format: Fluff (oneshot)

Warning(s): Use of Dottore’s (speculated) real name

wc: ~3k

Notes: Oh god I'm sorry I haven’t posted in a while 😭 I was on writer's block and still kinda am. But at last, here's finally a fic!! Haven't written in a while and got rusty, so this might not be good :') Anyways, I LOVE THIS REQUEST AHHH 💕💕💕 Dadttore is so UGH 😫👌This request got me all giddy. I hope you'll like it :D

Gentle flakes fell to the ground as you went from store to store. Your husband was in need of some materials to carry out his experiments. He asked a segment to gather them but you offered to help instead. You wanted to go out for a stroll anyways, so why not?

You were about to go back to the palace when you heard a noise coming from a nearby alleyway. It sounded like someone was rummaging through something.

You knew it was dangerous to investigate on your own without any weapons on you. But you couldn't help it, curiosity got the best of you and your legs subconsciously brought you closer towards the sounds of clanking.

Following the noise, it led you to a dumpster. The lid was closed so you weren't able to tell what was inside. Judging by the size of it though, you assumed it would be some sort of animal. You were expecting to see a raccoon when you opened the lid but what you saw made you scream and stepped back instead.

What the…

You slowly opened the lid again and an equally shocked but frightened face stared back at you. 

What is a child doing here? You thought.

It was a little girl who looked no older than ten. She was wearing a thin layer of clothing and her hair was stained. In her hands she was holding a paper plate of thrown out food from a restaurant.

When you got closer again, her hands that were holding the plate recoiled to her torso and turned into fists. Tears were forming at the corner of her eyes and her form shook.

"Hey… it's okay, I'm not going to hurt you," you said in a hushed voice.

Once the little girl seemed calmed down enough, you spoke again, “What are you doing here? Where are you from?”

"I'm from over there…" She pointed. You followed where her finger was pointing at and your heart dropped.

House of the Hearth.

The orphanage where Arlecchino trained the kids to become soldiers? What was this kid doing here?

"I see… I don't know how you got here but why don't I take you back—"

"No!" She yelled, taking you off guard.

"Please… I don't want to go back there… The others are mean to me…"

She was now sobbing and you were trying to think of what to do.

She looked like she really didn't want to go back there… You would feel bad for forcing her to go back. But it couldn’t be good to just leave a kid all by herself here as well. 

From the looks of her fragile frame, she definitely hasn’t eaten a sustainable meal in a long time. Poor kid, it was cold out and that bread didn’t look edible.

What other options did you have?

You were someone who adored kids, and the protective instinct inside of you screamed.

Without thinking, you blurted out, “Why don’t you come with me? I can take you to a warmer place and give you something nicer to eat."

The little girl was hesitant, but you could see her eyes lit up a little.

“Really?”

“Of course! Being out here by yourself is dangerous anyways.”

She got out of the dumpster and approached you with small steps. Once she got close enough, you took your own coat off and draped it over her.

“There we go, this will keep you warm enough until we get back,” you muttered, gently taking her hand into yours as you made your way back to the resting quarters.

- - -

When you reached the palace, you quickly took her to your room, trying to avoid anybody on your way there. You couldn't risk letting anyone see the kid here, who knew what they would do to her if they found out she escaped Arlecchino's orphanage?

And you most certainly didn't want to face that harbinger's wrath.

You let out a breath of relief when a Fatui agent only nodded to greet you as he passed the hallway without making a comment on how your stance was off, while simultaneously holding the bag of materials at an awkward angle. You waved back at him with a sheepish smile. Once you made sure he was out of sight, you reached behind you to take a hold of the little girl's hand again before continuing on your way.

"Alright, we're almost there."

You looked both sides of the hallway, taking a double check to make sure nobody saw you before grabbing the door handle and pushing it open, pulling the kid inside with you.

The door closed with a click and you leaned against it, trying to calm down how fast your heart was beating. Archons, were you glad that Dottore convinced you to take some basic stealth lessons. You didn't think it was necessary… up until now.

"Okay, well, welcome to my room!" You walked over to a desk and set the bags there. Thinking you could just give them to your husband later.

The girl looked around your room in awe, it was huge. To her, this felt like a bedroom a royalty would own from the tales she had heard of. There was a queen-sized bed in the middle and the blankets looked really soft and fluffy. She could imagine how nice it would to sleep on it.

"Wow… I've never been in a room this big before!" She exclaimed, her eyes wandered through different pieces of furniture and objects decorating the room.

"How about we give you a nice warm bath? Then I can show you around more later."

You took her to the bathroom and ran a hot bath for her. She was making bubbles in her hands while you washed her hair, rinsing the suds off her head.

"And we're done!" You clapped your hands together, feeling satisfied with how clean she was now.

You wrapped a towel around her and took her back to your room again, digging through your closet for clothes that were suitable enough for her to wear for the time being. Fortunately for you, you were able to find some of your old clothes from when you were a kid. You didn't throw them away just in case you wanted to reminisce about your childhood.

Well, instead of sitting at the bottom of the drawer collecting dust, you could put them to good use again.

Once you were done with dressing her up, she looked at herself through the closet mirror and her eyes widened at how nice they looked on her.

"Mr(s)... Um…" 

"What's wrong?" You asked, worried that she might not like them.

"I don't know what to call you…"

That was when you realized you never told her your name, nor did she ever tell you hers.

"Ah, how could I forget! My apologies. You can call me (Y/n)! What about you, sweetie?"

Her eyes glinted at your name and smiled.

"Thank you, Mr(s) (Y/n)! I really like these clothes. They look so nice!" She paused before responding to your question.

"My name is Lilly."

Right as she finished her sentence, someone knocked on the door.

"Dear? Are you in there?" A voice you knew too well spoke.

Shoot.

It was your husband. And there was a random kid with you. 

Oh no, what am I going to tell him?! You panicked. How were you going to explain to him you brought a child to your shared bedroom?

Your thoughts were disrupted when he knocked on the door again.

"Dear? I'm coming in—" The door handle twitched, but stopped when you yelled, "Wait!"

You told the child to hide in the closet and to not come out unless you said so. A look of confusion mixed with fear appeared on her face but she obliged anyway, hiding at the corner of the closet.

Closing the closet doors, you jogged over to the bedroom door and opened it, revealing your husband who was standing there, twirling a vial of blue liquid in his hand.

"There you are, darling. That took you a while, is everything alright?" He asked.

"Oh nothing, I was just, uh, examining the materials I went to collect for you!" 

Archons, you hoped that was convincing enough.

"Really? Since when did you get interested in Chaos Cores?" He teased, showing you his signature grin.

"Just today! Haha…"

"Is that so…" He trailed off, noticing something on the ground.

"Hmm?" He hummed, taking his mask off to take a better look of the floor.

There was a water droplet. No, multiples of them.

"May I ask why the carpet is wet?"

Oh no, it must've been from the little girl's hair. It was still wet and you didn't dry it fully.

"I-I spilled some water! Yeah… I was clumsy." You smiled sheepishly at him.

He looked around the room and raised a brow.

"But I don't see a cup anywhere around here?" His attention went back to the droplets on the ground and noticed it was a trail. 

A trail leading toward the closet.

He walked over to it and stopped right in front of it. You were about to stop him but he was quicker. His hands swung the closet doors open.

From where you were standing, the clothes on the hangers casted shadows on her form and they were hiding her well. They should be able to hide her from your husband's sight too… you hoped.

But of course, with keen eyes such as his, nothing could escape him. His squinted eyes were now slightly widened. He expected to find someone or something, but definitely not a kid.

"What—"

"W-wait! Zandik, let me explain."

You told him how she ran away from the orphanage and she was all alone out there, so you wanted to help her.

"So you're telling me… this is a kid from Arlecchino's orphanage? Darling, you know how she could get if she finds out," he reasoned with you.

"I know, but she was scared! And I couldn't just leave her on the streets on her own either. So with no other choices, I decided to just take her here, and maybe take her in…" You trailed off. Gesturing to the little girl that it was safe to come out now. She got up and approached you, hiding behind your leg as she looked at Dottore.

"So, can she stay, please?"

He stared intently at the ground, seemingly deep in his thoughts.

Now, you knew that Dottore was not fond of kids. But unbeknownst to you, occasionally he would dream of having this fantasy of his. To have a little family with you…

And of course, he wasn't ready to become a father to his own kids yet, so maybe he'd take this opportunity to practice parenting.

He signed, faking his annoyance to conceal his unexplainable excitement.

"Fine, she can stay."

- - -

For the first week of her stay here, she was shy. The only person she wasn't afraid to talk to was you. She tried to talk to Dottore once but he unintentionally acted cold towards her, causing her to back away. 

You couldn't blame him though, he was awkward around kids.

So, to make it up to her in his own way, he ordered his segments to set up a new room for her.

You brought her to the room they were preparing in, wanting to know how she was liking her room so far and to also introduce her to the segments.

You knocked on the door and went in, while she trailed after you, hiding behind you as usual.

The segments stopped what they were doing and turned to the sound of someone coming in.

"Ah! So this is the kiddo Prime told us about." Beta was the first to speak.

Theta got closer to the both of you and kneeled down to Lilly's eye level. 

"Hello! I'm Theta, you must be Lilly, yes?" 

Lilly was too distracted by the white and black mask he was wearing, not listening to a single word that came out of his mouth. She tugged at your pants and said, "Mr(s) (Y/n), he looks like a clown!"

Upon hearing her words, you and the other segments began to laugh, all except for Theta.

"S-She called you a clown!" Beta wheezed.

"Quite fitting, don't you think, Theta?"

"I'm not a clown! God, what was Prime thinking when he chose to wear this mask back then…" He said, deadpan.

Omega quieted down his chuckle and asked, "So, how are you liking your room so far, little one?"

Lilly looked around the room, the wall was painted with her favorite color and animal for the pattern. The bed she was given to was smaller than the one in your room, but was still big to her. A unicorn plushie, which was made by Delta, was placed on it.

"I love it!" She bounced slightly in excitement.

- - -

For the second week, Dottore and Lilly would start to interact with each other more. He has been taking notes by observing the way you'd talk to her, how you'd take care of her… 

He was still awkward around her, of course. But at least he wasn't being cold to her anymore,  so that was an improvement. 

And Lilly, she was starting to grow more comfortable around him, as well. He wasn't as intimidating as she thought he'd be when he gifted her a mini robot, made with the leftover parts of a ruin guard. And now, she would sleep with it next to her at all times.

You were out to run some errands today, leaving Lilly in Dottore's care. She was reading a children's book on her bed, while Dottore sat next to her, patting her gently on her head.

She got to one of the pages and her eyes shined at how pretty the princess looked in the picture.

"Mr. Zanny?" She called out to him, using the nickname she gave him.

He hummed in response, signaling her to continue. 

"I want my hair to look like this pretty lady's, do you know how to do that?"

He leaned over to see an illustration of a woman with long, braided hair.

"Why yes, I do, angel. Would you like me to do that for you?" He said.

In return, he also had a nickname for her. He thought the word "angel" suited her. As she's such a pure and innocent child.

Lilly nodded eagerly and turned around, her back facing Dottore. Grabbing a brush from the vanity table, he brushed her hair and undid the tangled locks, until it was tidy enough to be put in a braid. 

You'd expect him to not know anything about braiding someone's hair but he was surprisingly good at it. 

Once he was done, he grinned at how it turned out. Lilly went over to a mirror and admired her hair, it looked neat and exactly how she thought it'd look like. 

She turned back to where Dottore and muttered out a little shy "Thank you."

- - -

It was late at night and everyone was sound asleep. Well, almost everyone.

Lilly was turning in her sleep, horrid images of scary monsters flashed in her mind and she woke up with a gasp. Her eyes darted around her room and it was dark. The moon light from the window barely lit the room up. She got out of bed and took the tiny robot Dottore made with her.

Luckily for her, the room you and Dottore slept in was not far from hers, she opened the door slightly ajar and peered inside. Noticing the two slightly moving silhouettes in the room. 

She tiptoed to your side of the bed and poked your arm.

"Mr(s) (Y/n)?" She whispered.

You were a light sleeper so it didn't take you long to stir awake.

"Mmm… Lilly? Why are you awake?" You asked, turning over to face her fully, waking your husband up as well.

"I had a nightmare and I'm scared…" She told you, her voice trembled and her arms wrapped around the robot tightly.

"Oh, you poor thing…" 

You helped her to get on the bed and laid her down between you and your husband. He yawned and was trying to comprehend why Lilly was in the bed with the two of you.

He looked at you for answers and you only said, "Nightmare." 

"Would you like to listen to a story to help you sleep, Lilly?" You asked.

She pondered for a while before answering, "Yes please."

“Let’s see… Once upon a time, there was a little girl,” you began, then looked at Dottore to continue. He groaned a little and tried to think of something in his sleepy state.

“The little girl had a knife— I mean uh… A teddy bear? His name was… Bob,” he said. Making his sentence a bit more family-friendly when you glared at him.

“She and the teddy were best friends, they would go on an adventure together.” You added more to it.

“Then the little girl later strangled the teddy—“ He stopped when you hit his arm. 

"What he meant to say was, the little girl later helped the teddy bear with a mission…"

The both of you carried the story on, well, more like you having to constantly make changes to Dottore's… questionable imagination.

But overall, it went pretty well, sometimes Lilly would snicker at the jokes Dottore made. But laughed even harder at his horrible attempt at talking in a high pitch voice to mimic the teddy bear. 

His face was red from embarrassment, to say the least, that he made a fool out of himself just to make the two of you laugh.

It was embarrassing… but it was worth it, to hear the laughter of his two sweet angels.

"And finally, Bob made it home safely… The end." You ended the story.

You turned your attention to Lilly and you could tell she was getting tired, her eyes were droopy and she could barely keep herself awake.

As her mind was about to take her away into the land of dreams, you heard her muttering.

"Night night, daddy… Night night (mommy / other daddy)..."

Bonus:

Dottore walked into Arlecchino's office and slammed some papers onto her work desk.

"The papers are signed, she is now officially my daughter."

"Very well."

[nightowlssleep]

While I love Dual Destinies I'm not above wanting to rewrite certain elements so

Case rewrite: (I'm giving Athena more cases guys!!!!)

I'd set it up as the following:

Turnabout Countdown: Athena as the attorney, Phoenix as co-council

The Monstrous Turnabout: Apollo as the attorney, Athena as co-council (Trucy tags along to investigations)

Turnabout Reclaimed: Athena as the attorney, Phoenix as co-council (Pearl tags along to investigations)

Turnabout Academy: Athena as the attorney, Apollo as co-council (Phoenix and/or Klavier tags along to investigations)

The Cosmic Turnabout: Apollo as the attorney, Athena as co-council (After Apollo leaves, Athena as the attorney, Phoenix as co-council)

Turnabout for Tomorrow: Phoenix as the attorney (no co-council until the mood matrix segment) (Trucy, then Pearl tags along to investigations)

(In my rewrite Phoenix only gets his badge back right before Turnabout for Tomorrow, therefore while Athena doesn't get a lot more cases, she still gets Reclaimed and The Cosmic Turnabout)

• Firstly, Turnabout Countdown: I personally like that this game has a non linear first case, I think it works with setting up the mystery with Apollo and even Juniper

I think letting Athena take over the case is a very good start to seeing her character BUT THAT'S WHEN PHOENIX HAS TO COME IN AND TAKE ALL THE SPOTLIGHT

God I hate that, I get it, it's Phoenix's grand return but still, LET ATHENA DEFEND

Anyways in my rewrite, Athena has her panic attack, Phoenix comes in as co-council (Doesn't have his badge back yet therefore can't take over the case) and helps Athena through the case, nice mentor moment 👍🏻

• The Monstrous Turnabout: I like that this case happens from Apollo's perspective, I'd like it if it would feel a bit more like AA4 since (to me) it's very reminiscent to Turnabout Corner

Anyways I don't have too many gripes with this case, maybe more Trucy to tag along with investigating cuz I'd like to see her and Athena interacting

As for Athena I like that she has an "observing" case where she can see how a more experienced attorney handles a case

I also like that Phoenix is mostly missing from this case (my personal explanation is he's taking the bar during this but he only gets his badge back much later cuz the bar association is still a bit ehhh about letting him pass) (dw Edgeworth helps out with getting it back)

• Turnabout Reclaimed: Oh I love this case

Probably my favourite in the second trilogy (going to an aquarium right before I watched it probably helped with the enjoyment tbh)

Since Phoenix is still missing his badge Athena has to defend (she's also the one who's a big fan of Shipshape aquarium and begged Phoenix to help them so I don't even get why Phoenix gets this case)

I like the idea of such a silly case being Athena's first, I could also see Phoenix using this opportunity to pull Athena's leg a little, so the we can still feel the Beanix in him

Like he agrees that the agency will take the case and Athena assumes that he'll make Apollo represent the orca but instead he turns to her like "Athena you'll take the case, since you're such an eager fan" and that way Athena can experience getting messed with by her boss but also let it be a learning opportunity without it being an overtly traumatic first trial (I don't think he wants a repeat of Apollo's first trial lol)

Anyways student mentor moments, while Apollo and Trucy are practicing magic tricks in the office or something (could be foreshadowing to the fact that Trucy will get her own magic show in the next game)

• Turnabout Academy: No notes for this case's trial segment really, I just wish Klavier would act a bit more like himself, and Juniper acknowledging that her costume was inspired by Lamiroir (It could be a cool call back, like Juniper watched *that* specific performance and really liked Lamiroir's outfit and decided to recreate it or something and Apollo could point it out so we get more of the "I like Lamiroir's aura" thing he says) (Capcom tell him that she's his mother I beg)

I like that this time around Athena jumps to promise defending Juniper, that's good

Also maybe more AA4 call backs?? Maybe a Kristoph mention?? Please??

• The Cosmic Turnabout: Disclaimer: I don't remember much from this case so if anything is wrong, feel free to correct me

I like how mysterious the whole eye patch thing is even though we're in Apollo's perspective, it also makes sense that he'd take the case

To add to the tension I'd mention Phoenix being worried about still not getting his badge back and that's why he can't be there in the gallery (He's arguing his case with the Bar association with Edgeworth probably or something)

I like how hurried Blackquill is during this trial too, he's convincing himself and trying to project that Starbuck is the Phantom because he doesn't have more time and he wants to finish his mission of chasing ghosts seven years past even if it's not the truth, I think that that was done well

I'd like for Athena to notice this, point it out to Apollo, but since Apollo is already on edge about Athena I'd like to think he takes it as "Athena is more worried about a murderer than our case, than about my friend, than about me... Is this a sign?" And that (and the explosion) could be the last push for him to dip from the agency and go on his own investigation (maybe reaching out to Kristoph...? Hmm? Mr "Evidence is everything in court"?)

As for after the explosion, I'd like to think Apollo left the case to Phoenix (cuz he was convinced that Phoenix would get his badge back by that time) but since Nick is still missing his badge Athena decides that she'll take over and defend Starbuck

Anyways all goes the same Athena gets arrested, and with no attorney left in the agency... What now?

• Turnabout for Tomorrow: Phoenix leaves the courtroom alone

Trucy who witnessed the whole thing from the gallery, runs up to him, similarly worried about "what now?"

Phoenix gets a call. From who? We won't know for a bit but we can assume (It's Edgeworth)

Anyways, at last, there's another attorney in the agency who can help... Phoenix got his badge back

Now finally being a full fledged lawyer again, him and Trucy go investigating, we get father daughter moments, unravelling the mystery of the Cykes and Blackquills, everything goes mostly as it happens in canon, after Trucy gets kidnapped Pearl tags along and when Phoenix and her are investigating the space station, Edgeworth shows up with Phoenix's lawyer badge in hand

They're facing eachother in court again

PHOENIX WRIGHT, THE TURNABOUT TERROR, IS BACK IN COURT

Anyways epic return (instead of the random come back in the dlc case???) (Like it's funny that he's defending an orca but still)

Everything else happens like canon, except Athena gets to hug Blackquill after he's freed because they're siblings your honour and she's been working seven years for this to finally happen

Happy end and celebration at Eldoon's Noodles obviously

And that is my AA5 rewrite, thanks for coming to my TED talk

[theresattrpgforthat]

May I request some recs for games where you play as a dragon? ::D Thank you for your time!!

THEME: Dragon Games

@foggedover and @vanderlyon both of you asked this question so I am killing two birds with one stone this time around! These games were so much more cute and wholesome than I expected Dragon games to be.

Hot Gay Bro Dragons, by Riverhouse Games.

Bro, he’s your whole world. He makes you feel fabulous. His body is smoking hot, and when you look into his eyes they sparkle like gold.

He’s a dragon. So are you. You’re in love.

This is HOT GAY BRO DRAGONS, a gay game about telling your boyfriend you love him.

This is a silly goofy game about dragons in love, that can work for 2 players but can also play with more! What I really love about this game is when you choose how big of a dragon you are, you also tell your dragon boyfriend about how you feel about him based on his size relevant to yours. The game also encourages you to use phrases like “oh my god bro” and “bro you’re so smoking” and “that’s bro-lliant my dude”. If you’re just looking for a fun goofy time with someone you love, this game can do that for you.

Dragonhearts, by FractalDragon.

You get to be a dragon

You get to kiss dragons

Need I say more? 

This Tabletop RPG is about about the clash of over-sized personalities between shapeshifters who can assume human or dragon form, or anything in between. It's GMless—meaning everyone has equal narrative authority—and plays best over one or two 3-4 hour sessions, with 3-4 players. 

As a Firebrands hack, Dragonhearts is rather poetic in its character creation and plays through a series of mini games. These mini games include fights, rituals, moments of intimacy, competitions and more - and most of them can be played in whatever order makes sense for your story. This game also comes with a solo game, which each player will play as they set up their characters but might be interesting to play if you want to explore this game by yourself. If you are interested in short, segmented forms of play that can be mixed and matched as your dragons wrestle with emotions and learn about who they are, I definitely recommend Dragonhearts.

Epyllion, by Marissa Kelly (at Magpie Games).

Dragonia faces a threat we dragons have all but forgotten. Inside each of us are seeds of Darkness waiting to take root in doubt, anger, and sorrow. You and your fellow dragons— although small now—must protect Dragonia from the growing Darkness…and learn what it means to be a true friend.  -- Tass the Gigantic, Councilmember

Epyllion is a tabletop role playing game about young drakes who investigate rumors, solve problems, and discover the truth of a growing evil in Dragonia. While you play, you and your friends tell awesome stories, explore what it means to be a drake of Dragonia, and discover the value of friendship through magical, whimsical, and heartfelt adventures.

This is an adorable game about young dragons, perfect for all ages. You are young dragons trying to save their home from evil. It gives me the same vibes as Land Before Time, although others have described it to have the same tone as Spyro, or My Little Pony. Epyllion has received many accolades in the gaming community, and its author, Marissa Kelly, is also one of the brains behind the gorgeously haunting game of Bluebeard’s Bride. If the kind of dragon you want to play is cute and trying very hard to be a hero, then this is the game for you.

Hearth Dragons, by M. Davis.

With powerful magic, someone has created you, a dragon. Not a true dragon, no, but one crafted with care and love and given a purpose: to protect your home. With a special ability you were crafted with and a dragon's flame within, many adventures await you and your fellow hearth dragons as you strive to be the best caretakers one can be. And you don't even need to leave the house!

Hearth Dragons is a Lasers & Feelings hack inspired by The Last Dragon Chronicles by author Chris d'Lacey and the Pennykettle Dragons who made the stories as magical as they were. With friends and a game master, you'll make your own clay, paper, or other kind of handcrafted dragon and work together to solve problems and tell stories using your own imagination or the random adventure generation table within.

This is a quick little game with easy-to-generate characters and goals. You’ll create a house together and then do your best to protect it from forces such as an ominous neighbour or a a dangerous creature, from doing things such as ruining brunch or capturing the family pet. This is a great little game, perfect for one-shots and pick-up games.

If you like this creator's work I also recommend their solo journaling game, called An Afternoon As A Dragon, a game about someone who's become a dragon because of a curse.

Baby Dragons, by Litza Bronwyn.

In this game, you are a fierce baby dragon, hatched amongst a variety of other dragon eggs and left to discover the wonders and dangers of the world with your draconic siblings. You must choose if you are better at mental or physical, and go out in search of food, loot, more minions, and/or a better lair.

A simple one-page game that is easy to pick up and play with little to no prep! This is also inspired by Lasers and Feelings, but rather than manufactured dragons, you’re just babies, and you’re more likely to cause trouble than prevent it. If you’re interested in Epyllion but you want something that requires less commitment, you might want to check out Baby Dragons.

[forsuremabe]

Neophilia

i am going to be honest and unapologetic this time around. Im not even going to edit this post as I go through, it is free for fault. I don’t even know if that was the right grammar for it. But, today or tonight marks an accounting of my thoughts, experiences, process and memories of my journey. My journey to become an investigative journalist! For a sec I found, by default, editing through my words for two words! Again! Even just now! Erase erase erase. I am trying to stop stop doing that and just commit to whatever my mind lands on. For this nook of the internet is my safe space. So going back I will be documenting everything here and provide a space that will let me explore this journey properly. And if you happen to stumble upon here, welcome to the ride! So, first agenda! BE CURIOUS.

I searched up on Google—-the new god of the century—-about curiosity. For what the technical meaning is and what it takes to be curious. Oh! Before that, I shouldve said this first well I couldve interject this part smoothly…anyways. I was thinking of what kind of journalist I would want to be? *Ive been. No! I was! Because I have a clear picture now of what kind of journalist i want to be. An investigative journalist. I came up to the conclusion after countless of stories in different genres that I consumed day in and day out. I was self-aware for the most part by checking or tuning in to myself if this piece is something that truly peaks my interest. One day I found myself being interested in filmography and I wanted to write about that. Then I found myself imagining myself as a correspondent or a docu journalist with my own segment in a channel. Pretty big huh? I thought I can be useful to more people If I become a private investigator journalist for the public? If that makes sense. Kind of like an FBI —-yeah like an FBI. Then I wanted to sneak in the party pads of celebrities especially their yacths and mansions. Yesterday, I found myself looking at the mirror and proud of the fit that I managed to fix. And thought, perhaps I can be a lifestyle or fashionista journalist. It was a mess in the head and it clearly took a mental toll in me. Didnt help when Nana’s echoing voice roared in my head after I told her that I quit my bank job, “You should’ve held your butt on your chair! That was dumb!”. She is not my first hater in life and in fact she is not even a hater. She is the person I would think who really wants the best for me unlike the rest of the haters I have come to known since I was a kid. They wanted to see me fall and Nana doesn’t. And so, there was an added pressure of I really gotta prove myself. So! I can’t be loosey ducky here and I should really get it straight and work on a plan.

Finally! I plan to become a full-fledged investigative journalist because that’s what I thought would allow me to explore any type of questions that I have in my life. I was boxed in a category my entire life and when I was washing the dishes I realized that! I thought to myself, hold up! Why do I have to box myself as either a political journalist, a life journalist etc etc. I will write whatever I want and with whatever order I want. Oh also sprinkle sprinkle of some creative writing for my own fictional autobiography. Eheh.

So here I was, I asked google. What does it take to become an investigative journalist? Here’s what AI gemini recommended to me:

“To be a successful investigative journalist, you need a strong combination of curiosity, persistence, excellent research skills, a keen eye for detail, the ability to source credible information, strong interviewing techniques, a deep understanding of relevant laws and ethics, and the courage to pursue stories that may be controversial, often requiring months of dedicated work to uncover and verify information before publishing.”

We start with being ‘Curious’

And so I thought I sho—-this post has a lot of ‘I thought’

I should stop doing that. I can use better words to express my ruminations? Ehhh I need to read more dictionary. Therefore, I start with the definition of the word Curious.

I am currently reading its definition and I will update about my learnings once I am done. As a reminder to myself and to anyone who will be reading this and expecting a continuation…

Becoming an investigative journalist requires months of dedicated work. MONTHS. I will be okay for not accomplishing the milestones that I or the society have imposed on me on a certain period, time or age. I can accomplish them in my own time. To be fair, I have accomplished more than enough in a span of two months.

I am writing more.

I am reading more. I just read and finished two books! I couldnt finish a book in a month before! (Before, I couldnt finish a book in a month)

I have published two works. (Clearly need more editing and to remember mental note: edit edit edit personally before publishing. Never put sole trust on AI for grammar issues. Hey! That’s why I am taking ESOL for my first semester)

I pulled myself out of the matrix!!! Wooohooo. I am looking and living life in my own terms! My own fucking terms. I can’t fucking waste that now right?

So, I’m okay. I am alive and I am curious.

[kaittalkstoomuch]

hey everyone! It’s ‘86 baby! ♥️

‘86 // Chapter Eight: Roxie’s Revelations

Tw: mentions of abandonment, horror elements, slight smut VERY SLIGHT (Roxie imagines things), angst.

The Evening of March 21, 1986

*Roxie’s POV*

“Hey you two be careful tonight.” Steve says as he and Robin help unloading the car full of beer, snacks, etc. “Don’t worry ‘dad’, we will.” I tease Steve setting the items by the door of the cabin while Robin chortles by the car. Steve laughs along with us but gets serious. “I don’t sound like your father.” “Yes you do. You do with Dustin too. It’s cute actually. Of course, I don’t blame you, he does get carried away. Like, last summer… or a few months prior around Thanksgiving… and the year before that.” “Oh yeah…. With the mall… and THE RUS-“ “ROBIN!” Steve shouts panicked.

Robin and Steve stare at each other. “What? She knows about the Upside Down, Steve. She’s not fucking stupid.” Robin says as she carries more stuff along and Steve looks at me stunned. “How?” I laugh at the specific moment I heard of the environment. Dart. One day, I believe a year after Will Byers disappeared, I ran into the little creature while taking a shower. I was almost done washing my body when I heard a noise and as the curious cat I am, I stopped the shower to investigate. When he suddenly moved, I screamed for Dustin. I was sure he had something to do with it. “DUSTIN!” I remember barging in his room with Dart.

The boy was shocked and scared to say anything. I was fully clothed, frantic. Dart was wrapped in a towel like a baby. “Roxie… I can explain.” “Tell me what your little friend is and why he was in the bathroom?” Dustin was a bit terrified to tell me. “Dustin..” “Fine, sit down. There’s so much and you can’t tell anyone. Promise on our mother.” I close the door and go to sit on his bed with him. “Promise.” That’s when he spilt the beans, well, not all of its when Billy Hargrove and supposedly Jim Hopper died, both Robin and Dustin told me everything. From the Starcourt Mall, to the Russians secret base, to the Mind Flayer, and finally, to Billy. This is also when I hear of the “Never Ending Story” segment with Suzie. Not gonna lie, I would’ve loved to see that, but they had a mission to complete.

“So, you knew about it this whole time? What the hell Rox?” Steve asks as I get antsy. “Yes, my brother told me, a lot. I’m sworn to secrecy, ON OUR MOTHER!” “Yeah! On their mother!” Robin tries to help. “Okay, fine, but Eddie doesn’t know at least, right?” I shake my head, waving my hands. “No, he’d be terrified. He wouldn’t even believe it. Yes, he plays Dungeons & Dragons, but he would FREAK. Hell, I only believed it because when I first saw Dart, he didn’t look like any type of creature in this dimension. And then with the Russian base underneath the mall, I knew to keep quiet… Oh, by the way Steve.” “Yeah?” I smile at Robin and she smiles back. “Oh god.” I hear Steve utter under his breath. “I heard you also won your first fight, great job.. A Russian, too… in that goddamn Scoops Ahoy uniform.”

Steve groans resting his face in both palms of his hands as Robin and I laugh. “I’m gonna strongly assume your asshat brother told you.” Steve irritatedly says. “Yep, and that they drugged you and Robin.” My eyes narrow as if I’m questioning him. “Did you really call him ‘Dad’? Stevie boy, I know you got issues with your father, but damn a fourteen year old boy?” “Laugh it up, Rox.” Steve says. “Okay, I’ll stop. Mostly because of my own issues with my own father. I’m sorry.” Steve hugs me as I look at Robin confused and she just shrugs. “It’s okay Roxie, I understand. I just wanted to make sure everyone in that secret base was safe. Robin, Dustin, Erica and I. It was wild.” I nod. “I bet. You really beat the shit outta that Russian huh?” “Oh hell yeah I did. Got a shiner too!” “Yeah he did!” Robin says. “Good!” Robin then clears her throat with an “ahem”. Steve and I stop hugging and look at Robin confused. “What?”

“It’s getting super late and Eddie should almost be done with his thing. Rox, I don’t think you’d want us to watch-“ “Okay, yeah. Yeah? You guys go ahead and go, I’ll put the stuff away. I’ll see you guys tomorrow!” I say hugging both of them. “Thank you for the goods.” “Yeah, you’re welcome, have a good night.” Steve says waving by his car with Robin by the passenger door. “Oh and Steve, try not to… get excited with ‘Fast Times’, ‘Kay?” I laugh as Steve playfully flips me off.

I turn to open the door and light the cabin up in its glory. “Home sweet home.” I sigh, putting the items down, then taking my boots off. Man, I love them but my feet are killing me. Ignoring that, however, I go to put everything in the fridge or in the pantry. I grab a lighter I stole from Eddie and light the candles. I go to make sure the bed is made, even though that won’t last for long. My mind starts to wander of the things we’d do.

Once everything is set up, I go to my bag and grab an old shirt of Eds and a pair of shorts while imagining the polar opposite. Eddie would tear them off. He would sit me on the edge of the bed, lay me down while climbing on top of me. Our lips would be on fire and our tongues would be fighting for dominance. Eddie would grip on my hips, possibly causing some bruising. The way he’d kiss along my jawline to meet my sweet spot, only then to suck on it so harshly yet delicate.

My mind starts veering away from those thoughts. It’s now in worry territory. How is the deal going? Is he okay? Is Chrissy okay? Are they both okay? Oh god. What if somehow Chrissy actually was using this as an opportunity to get with Eddie? No, no Roxanne. Don’t think that way. Eddie would NEVER do that to you. Nor would Chrissy. Why am I thinking like this? Ugh. I go grab a beer from the fridge and crack it open. It'll possibly calm my nerves. I just hope everything is okay.

I go back and start playing “Rhiannon” on a music player I brought from my house. It’s my go-to song for when I get way into my thoughts. Something about its lyrics speak to me. It’s stuck with me ever since Dad left. Anything I would be alone, I would play the song just so that I wouldn’t be alone. Actually, any song of Fleetwood Mac or Stevie Nicks would save me, but “Rhiannon” normally does the trick. I love when Eds sings it to me, it adds a special touch. I look at the Polaroids on the wall, holding my beer and humming the lyrics. “Would you stay if she promised you heaven? Will you ever win?” Stevie and I sing in unison.

I look at the one picture with the Hellfire club. God, Dustin is so goofy. I definitely know what his reaction would be if Eddie left. Though, Eddie would definitely hurt me, or Dustin. He took Dustin under his wing and loves him like a younger brother. Chrissy seems like a sweet girl, too. She is a sweet girl. She wouldn’t harm a fucking fly. She seems too content with that asshole Jason, which irks me too. Chrissy is way too sweet and pretty for Jason. She deserves to be happy without him. She strongly deserves it.

I pull out a walkie talkie Dustin gave me for emergencies from one of the drawers. Apparently, when Will went missing, it was a major source of communication between the kids. So, I guess I should test it out. “Dustin.” I whisper, buzzing from the beer. “Dusty Bun, do you copy?” I whisper. The walkie talkie starts making noise, slightly startling me as the lights flicker a bit. “Hey Rox, do you have any idea what time it is?” Dustin smart mouths me. “Yeah… sorry. Eddie still hasn’t come by after the deal and I’m worried.” “Rox, y’know there’s nothing to worry about. He REALLY loves you.”

I laugh. “I know, I know. It’s just taking so long, and I miss him. I’m worried for both him and Chrissy.” Dustin laughs over the walkie. “You’re just lonely in the cabin. I’m sure it’s fine and he’ll be there soon.” KNOCK KNOCK. I stop in my tracks as the lights flicker a bit again and look at the door from the bed and go quiet. “Roxie…. ROXIE GRACIE! Is everything okay? Do you copy?” I wince at the old nickname I had since I was a kid. “Ew Dustin, don’t call me that.” I lift the walkie talkie to my mouth. “And yeah, yeah. There was a knock.” KNOCK KNOCK. It goes again.

I get up from the bed and go to the door slowly as the lights start flickering. I grab the bat with nails, a gift from Steve also for emergencies. “Rox-“ “Shh! It could be Eddie, but it doesn’t explain the lights.” “The lights what-“ “It’s probably just faulty electricity. I gotta go, I love you.” “O-okay. If anything happens you radio me. I love you too. Be careful Roxie. Over and out.” Dustin reluctantly says as he goes out. My hand wraps around the door knob and I turn it nervously. “Landslide” begins playing as my nerves rise once again. The lights continue flickering as I open the door, meeting a somber, drained Eddie. “What the hell?” I think to myself. “Eddie… What happened?… Baby?” Eddie says nothing and falls into my arms motionless.

“Eddie, what happened?” I help him inside and slam the door shut. I go straight to the bed with him in my arms. I set him down, not wanting to let go as the lights flicker. He winces a bit at it, making me worried. I hold his face and examine him. He’s been crying, his eyes are red. Bloodshot. The only way they’re lighting up is by the Christmas lights. “I’m gonna grab a drink okay?” I say almost walking away when I hear a soft yet alarmed, “ROXIE, NO!” He grabs my wrist, fear stricken. I go back to him and sit on his lap and wrap my arms around his neck and he holds me extremely close. I cup his face in my hands and look more. Something happened. Something definitely happened. The lights flicker again and he hugs me tightly. “Eds, baby.” I stroke his messy curls, looking into his doe eyes that are filled with horror. The energy seemingly sucked out of them. “Eddie what happened?” “Landslide” is about to end. Eddie’s cherry lips part. “Ch-Chrissy… Chrissy’s dead.”

[ineffableigh]

Up next is the Resurrectionist minisode, which opens with Aziraphale writing a journal entry, contrasted with the other minisodes that have a Dramatic Movie Header. So let's dive in to the notes as I rewatch...

I find it very interesting that Aziraphale is DETERMINED to go investigate at Edinburgh himself and specifically by car. We know Crowley can basically teleport through phone lines, so what is Azi REALLY looking for up there, I wonder?

The duck playing accordion ONLY appears in the last segment of the intro after the theatre bit. Could be just a joke, considering musicians are gradually added through the entire sequence, but a duck playing accordion does stand out quite a bit lol.

Tons of film grain again, so it might well just be a technique to show it's a flashback and not necessarily a flag for a memory As Told By Crowley.

Crowley's cravat clip looks an awful lot like the Furfur-Summoning-Ring. I wonder if demons all have summoning accessories lol.

Scene opens on a shot of Edinburgh (allegedly) then focuses on the two of them equally.

I kind of love that they use Azi's accent as a way to distinctly separate him from the reality of the Scottish local poor, as emphasized by Crowley putting on the local parlance while Azi can't or won't. He hasn't fully embraced humanity yet.

It's said in the book that Aziraphale buys all his own clothes rather than magic them into being. In this minisode he has gorgeous silk and wool clothing of the latest style, beautifully made. Makes me wonder if the next time period we see after this is when the Tattered Waistcoat makes its first appearance, y'know?

Post first segment we jump to Aziraphale driving, so it's definitely an Aziraphale Memory if my theory holds true.

I love that the music shifts to some kind of jazz/bebop as Crowley is retaking control of the Bentley, before it swaps outright to rock.

Interesting that this segment with Beelzebub and Demon Josh has no time card, implying it's concurrent with the previous one.

Kinda makes Nessie and the Tartan Hills stand out all the more lol.

Interesting zoom effect over Jimbriel and Crowley to transition back to Edinburgh. Maybe it's not exactly an Aziraphale Memory so much as literally the retelling from his journal. Maybe when someone is reading it in the future...

I still think it's odd that Elspeth is so tolerant of two strange men(-adjacent persons) following her around through all this. Definitely smacks of 'retelling missing some details'.

Love Azi looking down at the whisky being like "urgh". Don't think he's got the hang of drinking yet, or at least doesn't like whisky.

Interesting that the moment with Azi and the tumor is fully free of narration, but we still get an effect where sound is kind of echoey and pared away while he has that moment of realization. There's a core of truth and feeling here.

You know what, the transition effect has the FEEL of a page turning. That's interesting, really hammers home the journal entry framing device.

Oh my god you can hear the Graveyard Watch guys hit the bottom of the Slightly Overdone Hole Crowley summons, I don't think they're okay hahah.

OH man, Elspeth is evidently masc-coded in her costuming but I just noticed she appears to have a little sporran, which is a distinctly masculine accessory in traditional Scottish dress (generally speaking anyway)

This being a 'pure journal retelling' of these events would definitely explain why it APPEARS that Aziraphale isn't all that concerned when Crowley is pulled back down to Hell. He wouldn't be able to write the details of him having a Major Freakout about this and have it easily findable on paper lol.

Conversely you can SEE it on Aziraphale's face RIGHT before the cut to the modern graveyard. He's terrified and doing that sputtering gulping thing, wee lamb. :(

Forgot there's episode left: Interesting that the bible scene shown on the book stand changes but I can't see what it is...

"Elvis kidnapped by aliens because he was too good" lord I love these newspaper headings haha

I think the sudden tempest 'trigger' is really, really important here. What is it about amnesia-Jimbriel that he still contains this knowledge and it can fire like that? WHO made sure that could happen once he got down there? Makes me even more suspicious of the Metatron 'letting' Jimbriel go so easily ("You'll just have to find him then!/no alarms).

More importantly, I am NOT convinced that's Frances' McDormand's God Voice in this instance. It sounds... more high pitched, younger? For lack of a better way of putting it. The voice still sounds American, so I'm not sure who it could be.

The comic in the back is about "The horrible crime of stealing halos" that's... interesting and cryptic as hell lol.

Episode done! On to the next.

Re: Aziraphale's Magic Show...

So many things are WEIRD as hell this season, but something that still sticks with me.

What's with the sudden INTENSE shaky-cam? It's so cartoonishly over the top that entire scene and it's super drawn out. It just really stands out from the rest of the series to me. Suspicious.

I gotta make myself a list of all the 'flashbacks' versus title card styles cause the shaking starts as soon as Crowley begins loading the gun and he's putting on gusto. I wonder if this is a Crowley memory... It feels like it must be, I don't think we've ever got a first person view of his, INCLUDING hearing the ringing in his ears and his heavy breathing as he gets ready to shoot. HMM!

EDIT: Okay so we have 4 minisodes. THREE of them have very unique title card openings (Before the Beginning, Nazi Zombie Flesheaters, Land of Uz) and in THESE we see Crowley on screen first. The fourth is Aziraphale writing his journal account of the Resurrectionist events.

Gonna go back and watch again with this in mind and see what else I find!

[wazzuppy]

just finished the first case in the great ace,,,,,, *dead on the floor*

[prettyyoungandbored]

Texts [Bale!Bruce Wayne]

Pairing: Christian Bale!Bruce Wayne x OC

Summary: A series of text messages exchanged between Bruce and Demetria in one day while they dated. Prior to events in Becoming Mrs. Wayne.

Author’s Note: I’m trying to get back into writing this couple so I had this idea to get me back into writing these two.

Taglist: christianbalefanatic

(Not my gif! Belongs to its rightful owner)

Texts from Demetria: Italicized

Texts from Bruce: Bold

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7:00 a.m.

Good morning sweetheart

Good morning handsome! It felt weird not being in bed with you last night. 

I told you you should’ve stayed with me. Did you feel ok in your apartment?

Oh yeah! I kept it double locked. Plus, we have security sweeping the apartments for the next couple of weeks.

I wish you would just stay with me for a couple weeks

If things get really bad, I will. I promise you. 

How’s your day looking? 

Meeting after meeting after meeting. Nothing worth reporting. What about on your end? 

Oh, you know. Dealing with a boss who only aims to please himself and an anchor who thinks he’s God’s gift to women. My guess, it’s complex to hide the fact he has a micro penis. 

Who? Mike Engel?

Yup 

Wouldn’t be surprised at all. 

Oh, you remembered to call your mom for her birthday, right? 

I was just about to! You remembered?!

I sent her flowers to her office from both of us. 

I love you and your sweet, thoughtful mind more than anything in this world. 

I think you’re the only person to call me “sweet” and “thoughtful”, but I love you too, Dem. 

By the way, I have a little surprise coming to you today. I hope you like it.

As intrigued as I am, you don’t need to send me anything, sweetheart. 

Hmm, I think you’ll love it. Trust me. 

I always do.

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9:31 a.m.

That was the longest meeting of my life and now it’s about to be the longest day of my life because I have to call a bunch of Batman posers for a dumb segment Mike wants to do. 

No one wants to hear from those guys. 

That’s what I said! But my boss refuses to let me call anyone for any of the mafia stories even though I compiled the list. 

I’m going to side with him on this one. I don’t want those guys knowing you exist. 

So possessive. Kind of hot, not going to lie. 

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10:12 a.m.

You are the best goddamn girlfriend in the world

Looks like you got my gift! Do you love it?  

I have it on right now. Where did you get this?

That’s my secret ;) Just enjoy it!

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12:08 p.m.

I’M GOING TO KILL HARVEY DENT

What did he do?

That son of a bitch…he went to the complex to investigate the drug ring today and then went into MY apartment and into MY fridge and took a slice of MY grasshopper pie I got yesterday.

How did he even get into your apartment?

He has a key.

He does? Why?

We have keys to each other’s apartment in the event of an emergency. It’s always been that way.

I see. 

But he’s about to get it taken away for being a dick and stealing my pie.

Politicians are very corrupt people, sweetheart. 

Tis’ true. I’ll guilt trip him into giving me another pie.

That’s my girl.

How did you find out?

That son of a bitch told me himself.

That was very brave of him to do. 

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1:12 p.m. 

BRUCE

Yes? 

So when were you going to tell me Wayne Enterprises was meeting with the Canadian Prime Minister today?! Everyone’s freaking out!

It was just a quick meeting. He complimented the watch by the way. 

Yeah, Mike is going ballistic trying to find it online. It’s hysterical watching him look for it online when I know where it’s from. 

And you’re still not gonna tell me where it’s from, right?

Gotta keep some mystery in the relationship going!

Also you look very handsome. 10 out 10. 

I aim to please you

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3:07 p.m.

Hey, so my brother’s coming into town Friday night and I wanted to know if you wanted to meet him? 

Of course. Your place? 

Yeah! Are you sure you’re ok with that?

I’m looking forward to meeting him

Speaking of your family, your mother just called me to thank me for the flowers. Sounds like she’s having a good birthday 

She was so flattered and honored you did that. She really loves you and appreciates you 

I have a way with women

I almost choked my water you asshole

I thought you loved me

I still do

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8:34 p.m. 

As Demetria climbed into bed, she heard her cell phone ring. She picked up her Blackberry and smiled at the caller ID. 

“Hello?” she answered. 

“I just wanted to thank you again for the watch,” Bruce said. 

“My pleasure. I’m glad you love it.” 

“I love you.” 

“I love you too. Talk to you tomorrow.” 

BONUS SCENE: 

12:38 p.m.

If you don’t send a grasshopper pie to my office by 3 p.m. today, I will give my station the video of you singing drunk karaoke. 

Demetria, it was ONE slice!

You know better than to fuck around with my pie. What’s it going to be, Dent? 

3 pm. Got it. I’ll have my assistant place the order. 

I’m a woman of my word, Dent. 

You’re sick. You pull this crap with Bruce?

Bruce knows not to fuck with my pie. 

[bokunoheroanalysisforthefuture]

Yeah, forget side content, just gonna steam on ahead with the Sports Festival and onwards. I might not actually stop and start trying to do overarching plot stuff until ~chapter 100 (more specifically, post ch 97, the last chapter of the Kamino Arc) because then there will be enough material to actually like. Do stuff. Might also have something smaller after the Sports Festival since that’s ~chapter 50. Shrugs.

Anyways, onwards. Don’t you miss the days when the main trio of the series was Izuku, Tenya, and Ochako? Man, don’t I. :(

[No. 22 - That’s the Idea, Ochako!]

Character sheet! I am honestly laughing super hard at everything because just. ‘Very Ochako.’ Thank you, Horikoshi. A few things about the sheet:

1) god I love that her fingerpads are called soft. Like. Actual cat paw pad fingers going on here. just imagine if you like pressed one of them like you do with cat paw pads and like, she had cat claws that would extend. cute but also menacing.

2) strong legs. leg day squad. her, izuku, and iida all doing leg day workouts together tho... katsuki wishes he had the leg strength of those three y'all

3) That quirk description… that’s not quite how centrifugal forces work, but I mean. Superhero comic physics. At least he made an attempt at explaining her quirk. 

Anyways, onto the actual chapter.

We open up in a staff meeting in a conference room at UA, with Tsukauchi presenting the results of the police investigations. He states that the one called Shigaraki has a quirk that allows him to disintegrate anything he touches. They (the police) have been through the list of men in their twenties and thirties in the quirk registry with no luck - and nothing turned up on the ‘warp gate’ user Kurogiri either. With neither registered, both using aliases, and no quirk records, they’re pretty much confirmed to be members of the underworld.

God sorry, I’m just distracted with the sheer size difference between Toshinori and Nedzu here.

What the fuck. Why did you put the largest person in the room next to the smallest?

Whatever. Snipe surmises that they know next to nothing, but they need to learn fast, or the leader of the villains, Shigaraki, will heal up and be back again. Toshinori is thoughtful as he mulls over the use of ‘leader’, which Nedzu catches quickly and inquires into. Probably still heavily banking on Toshinori’s instincts here since he was technically right about his bad feeling about the USJ just two days before.

I mean, how it has to sting Nedzu that all his state of the art systems meant to keep out intruders and alert UA to situations on campus failed at the critical moment, while Toshinori’s instincts on something being wrong had been absolutely on point and, if Nedzu had let him go, might have solved the situation that much sooner.

(I mean, there’s arguments for what could have happened if All Might did arrive early, so. Shrugs.)

And so we get into the segment I like to fondly consider a prime example of the fact that yes, Toshinori does in fact have a 6/6 intelligence score for a reason. 

He brings up how nothing about the situation feels normal. It was an especially daring attack - and not just in the meticulous planning! Shigaraki had started going on about some ridiculous ideology… and though he didn’t say anything about his own quirk, he couldn’t keep himself from bragging about the nomu’s quirk. And when things didn’t go his way? He threw a tantrum. Toshinori then admits with grit teeth and clenched fist that the business about quirks was meant to provoke him, and that it did hurt.

Nedzu says that even so, it’s foolish for villains to reveal quirks in a battle against heroes and so waste the element of surprise. 

Toshinori surmises his previous observations about Shigaraki - spouting a plausible yet deluded ideology, bragging about the toy he brought along, simple-mindedly assuming all would go his way. If they thought about how the attack was carried out, it seems clear that Shigaraki couldn’t hide his childish nature, the sense that he does what he wants, and then flat-out calls him a man-child.

Vlad King sums up Toshinori’s words as Shigaraki being a kid with too much power. Midnight adds on how Shigaraki might never have received general quirk counseling in elementary school; Vlad wonders whether that even matters. 

Tsukauchi steps back into the conversation to give the rest of the arrest results - a total of 72 villains were apprehended at the USJ. He states that all of them were just back-alley thugs, but the question is why so many of them would agree to follow this ‘man-child.’ He points out that modern society is saturated with heroes, so small-time villains like them, who always get kicked around, might have been drawn in by that sort of pure, unaffected evil. 

Toshinori having a flashback here, though his expression… I wonder if he’s having doubts already. And honestly, that flashback bit has me wonder just how common ‘uncontrollable’ quirks really are… and what COUNTS as ‘uncontrollable’ in their society. 

To avoid a longer derail, Tsukauchi finishes up by saying that thanks to the heroes, the police can focus on their investigation. They’ll expand their search and devote efforts to apprehending the perpetrators. 

Nedzu finishes out the scene by musing over the use of ‘man-child,’ stating that in one way, Shigaraki is a lot like their students. He has potential to grow, if only he had a proper mentor to follow. It’s difficult to think about these things.

And so we shift scenes back over to 1a. I doubt this sports festival talk is happening at the same time as the staff meeting, if only because Aizawa should have been at said staff meeting. Or maybe he wasn’t supposed to be there at all and the homerooms were meant to handle themselves that morning? Wait, hold on-

That clock reads 8:25. This is happening during the homeroom period, which means that the other classes are having independant homeroom. Which also means it’s no surprise that Aizawa isn’t at that meeting, because he’s busy hobbling to his class to announce the sports festival. He probably had to be caught up on the meeting stuff later. 

Anyways. The class is surprised over the announcement of the sports festival, someone calling it ‘totally ordinary’ while another (I think Mineta) questions whether Aizawa’s sure about this, since they just had that villain attack. Aizawa states that it’s necessary to demonstrate that UA’s crisis management protocols are sound - or that’s the thinking, anyways. There will be five times the police presence of previous years. Oh, and also the sports festival is the greatest opportunity the class will get. It’s not something that can be cancelled over a few villains. 

Mineta (again?) asks if he’s sure about that, muttering about how it’s ‘just a stupid sports festival.’ Izuku seems completely horrified at the idea that Mineta might have never seen UA’s sports festival, which Mineta hastens to correct - he has, that’s not what he meant. 

I’m sorry just. That face. I can’t with this kid. Jdsjlgkd.

Also, we finally get to the page that had me double-take when I got to it because, well.

So yeah, apparently the BNHA timeline didn’t have certain current events happened that would force the cancellation of the Olympics. (I mean, obviously Hori had no way of knowing the 2020 Olympics in Tokyo would be cancelled, but it’s still like a huge sign of how long this series has been running that this is here.)

Moving on, basically the above surmises for readers that the sports festival is as big an event to them as the Olympics are to us. So basically, super hype. Momo notes that all the nation’s top heroes will be watching and scouting. Kaminari adds on how the heroes will be looking to hire the hero students as sidekicks after they graduate. Jirou makes a cutting retort how a lot of those sidekicks never manage to go solo, stuck as sidekicks forever, before telling Kaminari that’ll be him. 

Shot through the heart.

(Also a total aside I just realized: current manga events likely mean there will be no sports festival for 2a. I mean, I would say the events happening there are large enough in scope that UA just doesn’t have the inclination or interest in broadcasting vital information the villains could use. And like, no scouting, no internships, no purpose for it.

And I mean, even if they did, would any of the kids even be able to focus on doing their best? God knows how stressed and nervous they all must be with how society is basically collapsing outside the school.)

Aizawa tells the class that they’ll gain valuable experience and popularity if they’re picked up by a big-name hero. However, their time is limited. They need to show the pros what they’re made of to make futures for themselves. This happens once a year, so they have three shots. If they want to be heroes, this is an event they can’t miss.

The whole class seems to be taking this seriously, but Izuku…

Well, he doesn’t seem as enthused as expected.

Anyways, I’ll cut it there and leave the rest for next time, since there’s a time break in here anyways. It’s not quite halfway, but eh.

[ratsoh-writes]

Ok so this nightmare revolved around the most recent FNAF game, Security Breach. I believe only the trailer's out if I'm not dumb.

Just as a heads up this does mention gore and blood, but nothing too descriptive.

I was driving in a car with 3 friends investigating the disappearance of someone close to me (probably a brother or smth idfk) and we pull up on this raggedy, run down, abandoned mall. We get out and go inside, start looking around. Suddenly, without explanation, BOOM. 30 years in the past or some shit. We can't go back the way we came. The windows won't break. Nobody is around inside or outside the mall besides us. We start looking for a way out only to find that OH WAIT THERE'S ANIMATRONICS IN HERE.

At first we don't think much of them cuz they're deactivated, but then when it turns midnight, those sons of hitches COME ALIVE and one (I think it was Roxanne the wolf?) literally tears one of my friends in half. Everybody scatters in a panic. I run down the stairs we were just going up when Roxanne attacked only to see that MONTGOMERY THE ALLIGATOR has shown up. He tries to grab me but I break his ankles and start BOOKING it.

Now let me be clear, these suckers were FAST. Like, that one animatronic in that hallway during the basement segment of TJOC fast. So Monty is chasing me, I hit a right corner on him, and I see Glamrock Freddy deactivated and just standing in the middle of the hall, so I run at him, open his chest cavity for SOME REASON, and CLIMB IN. I close the chest cavity and I can hear Monty run past me. I get out of the chest cavity and start looking for a way out while being pursued by the Glamrock animatronics.

Then I run into Vanny, the lady in the rabbit suit, who promptly stabs me in the arm before I can run away. Also I knew she was around bc she was always singing. For some reason the Glamrock animatronics didn't attack her when they see her, which I thought was bullshit. Anyway, it's almost six, right? Probably like 5:45. I'm running from Roxanne again, but she's too close. I find Glamrock Freddy again (cuz his metal booty is also walking around trying to find me and my remaining friends), deactivate his ass, and climb into his chest cavity.

Only Roxanne freaking SAW ME and comes RUNNING UP with the intent to fucking kill. And dude, I am NOT JOKING when I say I was TERRIFIED. It felt like real life. I honest to God thought I was about to get my face ripped off. But then one of my friends (probably the last one alive at that point) comes running down the hall, sees Roxanne, and starts running back the way they came. Roxanne proceeds to go after them, and I climb out of Freddy's chest cavity and start BOOKIN IT.

As the clock chimes 6 am, I burst through the emergency exit doors only to find that I'm back in present time, and there's an old man sitting inside this store across the street, and I just KNOW this man had something to do with my 6 hours of terror-fueled adrenaline and my dead friends and probably the disappearance I'd been investigating. So I storm in and realize OH SHIT IT'S MY GRANDPA. I'm conflicted, and he tells me some shit that makes me SUPER pissed off. I storm outside, grab an empty bottle, and SMASH it against the store wall with a scream of rage. Like I was about to cry from frustration. I turn around and Glamrock Freddy is there. He grabs me, stuffs me in his chest cavity, and takes me back to the mall where the other Glamrocks and Vanny are waiting. I start screaming cuz I KNOW I'm about to die. Roxanne grabbed me. Then I woke up.

I tried to make this as coherent as possible I'm sorry

[vro0m]

vro0m’s rewatch - 16/288

2007 Chinese GP

Here’s the recap + gifs for the penultimate race of the 2007 season !

So Lewis is pole again! But also it’s been raining here too. It’s hot and humid.

He had to go to the stewards because of his driving behind the Safety Car in Fuji. I’m not surprised by that given that as I said in that recap, he brake tested Alonso. However, the stewards decided that the conditions back then were so challenging that no one was to be penalised.

My god there is this cliché so-called traditional Chinese music in the background of the quali summary it’s incredibly cringe. Anyway, Alonso was furious because he’s fourth. Behind Lewis are Raikkonen and Massa.

Button is heard saying Lewis deserves all the credit for his season and that he’s done a great job in a weird segment on the build-up in which Louise goes around in a VW bus with him and then they go ride mountain bikes for some reason.

In the meantime the teams are wondering what tyres they should start the race on as rain is announced. Lewis is arriving in the garage.

He’s just out there taking photos with this kid.

Adorable.

Now we get a little montage of the season with music or whatever in which this incredible unholy thoughts-provoking footage can be seen :

Oh god they’re also putting all the crashes in this thing, including Kubica’s gruesome one. I hate them.

Now we’re told Lewis had to withstand more pressure in his first season than many more experienced drivers ever had to in their entire careers. Everybody including Lewis is optimistic that he can win the championship today, as he only needs to finish in front of Alonso to do so if I understand correctly. The journalists are saying there’s a sense of destiny there and that McLaren feel like they are in touch with the future of F1. I guess they didn’t expect to be quite that right about it, though. Also nobody in the history of the sport ever reached 100 points as quickly as he did.

Now they’re getting to the grid. The journalist talked to Lewis the day before. This interview is really interesting RE: the current situation so I will post a snippet of it in a separate post after that but here’s a summary : first he talks about getting investigated for his driving and states he was surprised and unhappy about that. As I said earlier I don’t think it was surprising per se as he DID drive dangerously however what surprises me is that they waited for a whole week to investigate it. Like, you’re at another track, another race and NOW you want to give out penalties?! Nah. Anway he didn’t get a penalty in the end so let’s move on. The journalist brings up the fact that he’s already said before he’s frustrated with the politics in F1 (which didn’t get better since then did it?). Lewis explains that he absolutely loves being a F1 driver but yes, it is really hard to focus on your job when the politics are being pushed in your face constantly. That’s the part that I thought really resonated with what’s going on now. He says he’s doing everything he can to stay out of trouble and not do one thing wrong so no one can come for him. Then he goes on to talk about what would happened if he won. He would be happy for Ron Dennis who was called crazy for hiring him and to see his dad smiling in the crowd and for his whole family. He says the whole reason he’s been doing this is because he enjoys driving the car.

So they are on the grid and we’re told that it will rain in 12 minutes. Stressed.

Formation lap, there’s slight rain on the onboard cameras.

And they’re racing !

Lewis takes an amazing start! Great job. Alonso overtakes Massa but Massa takes his spot right back. There’s not much rain compared to the Japanese GP but the spray is impressive nonetheless. However, it’s also drying fast. On lap 2, Lewis is already a full second faster than Raikkonen behind him.

We’re told Alonso really threw a fit after quali because he has to finish in front of Lewis to stay in contention for the WDC. Apparently he slammed doors and threw his helmet across the room and shxt.

It’s raining for longer than expected. It seems most if not all the drivers are on intermediates. On lap 8 they start to look for wet spots on the track to keep the temperature of their tyres down. Seems the pitstop might start soon.

But now RedBull says there’s more rain to come! Also Alonso is waaaaay slow.

Wild Keanu Reeves!

Lewis pits on lap 15. It’s earlier than they wanted. They’re not changing his tyres, just refuelling. He goes out 4th. Massa also pits a few laps later and does the same thing : refuelling, no new tyres. Now Alonso, same thing. He goes out with more fuel than Lewis though. And Raikkonen, also just fuel. Sutil spins in the meantime but manages to keep it out of the gravel trap. He’s not the first to spin btw. Raikkonen gets back out behind Lewis, but much closer than before.

He’s seriously picking up the pace now, he’s right behind him. This pitstop strategy really helped him. Also we see a replay of a Toyota pitstop during which they lost a tyre in the pitlane lol

There’s been a collision between Schumacher and Liuzzi. Ahhh and Kubica is now pitting for dry tyres. It’s a risky strategy as they are expecting more rain. Alonso is trying to overtake Massa. He succeeds but Massa is pitting anyway. He’s getting dry tyres also. There’s only 3 seconds between Raikkonen and Lewis by now. And there you have it! It’s starting to rain again! Schumacher spins for a second time and Sutil has crashed. Alonso runs wide. Lewis is very slow this lap and Raikkonen catches up to him. Lewis runs wide! They’re wheel to wheel. He manages to keep the lead but by now their wet tyres are basically slicks from driving on the dry track and they have no grip. Yellow flags in this section of the track because of Sutil’s crash but they’re now side by side again in the straight. Lewis still resists! What a fight!

We’re halfway through the race. The pace is gone. The tyres are gone. Lewis’ car is slipping. Raikkonen overtakes him. Rosberg is pushed out of the track into the gravel by two other drivers. Alonso is 2 second faster than Lewis now. Raikkonen already has 3.7 seconds on him. He’s struggling so badly! He has to pit there’s no way he can keep going like this! But if he refuells enough to go to the end of the race he’ll be too heavy, and if he has to pit a third time he’s fxcked. Alonso is not far behind now. The mechanics are getting ready. Alonso might pit first? No, it’s really for Lewis. OMG HE COULDN’T MAKE THE TURN FOR THE PIT LANE

NOOOO HE’S STUCK IN THE GRAVEL! He keeps his engine on, he gestures to the marshal to push him?! Are they even allowed to??? He’s not gone across the white line so his mechanics can’t come and get him! The marshals can’t get him going anyway, allowed or not. They are pushing the car but it won’t move. It’s over. He has to give up. Yep. He’s getting out of the car now. Omg. He must be sooooo disappointed.

We can see him walk through the paddock or wherever through a CROWD of journalists. Best believe he’s not taking his helmet off and not talking.

Now Kubica who was in the lead has a technical problem and has to retire. The lead is Raikkonen, Alonso, Massa.

Listen there’s 12 laps to go but I’m not even watching anymore. It’s heartbreaking. Now Louise is trying to get Lewis to talk to her through all the other journalists as he’s getting back into the garage. He’s taken his helmet and overalls off now. He just says yeah, the tyres were finished and these things happen. Omg. BDE x10000. As Louise asks if he can try to sum up how he’s feeling he says : “I’m sorry for the team, but I can still do it just don’t worry.”

It’s still obvious he’s frustrated and disappointed though.

He’s shown shaking the hand of each one of the mechanics before he heads for the pitwall. We love to see it.

Everyone seems so worried and disappointed for him. aaaaaaaaah 🥲

In the meantime Seb is 4th?!

Lewis is now more willing to talk. He says his tyres were literally destroyed to the point you could see the canvas. He apologies to his team, admits he’s gutted to have made such a mistake but that’s life. He claims he’s already focused on Brazil now.

It’s the end of the race! Raikkonen, Alonso, Massa. Seb really did finish 4th. Great job from him and his team, they pitted at the exact right moment.

After the podium and celebrations, we hear Lewis has left the circuit after giving polite answers to all the journalists’ questions. He can be seen walking away and like earlier it’s very obvious he’s focused not to let his emotions show. His closed-off expression makes me think of the one Max has shown throughout a lot of the 2021 season, at least in front of the media. Stolid. Aloof. Like this is the smallest thing to ever happen in the world. But in both cases, in both men, it did a poor job of hiding the pressure they really felt at the time.

[underfell-crystal]

Guys. Deadass I had a nightmare about FNAF Security Breach last night. Let me go through what happened. Heads up this is kinda long.

TW: Mild descriptions of gore, death, and other horror themes, nothing too descriptive.

Ok. Let's do this.

We start looking for a way out only to find that OH WAIT THERE'S ANIMATRONICS IN HERE. At first we don't think much of them cuz they're deactivated, but then when it turns midnight, those sons of bitches COME ALIVE and one (I think it was Roxanne?) literally tears one of my friends in half. Everybody scatters in a panic. I run down the stairs we were just going up when Roxanne attacked only to see that MONTGOMERY has shown up. He tries to grab me but I break his ankles and start BOOKING it.

I was driving in a car with 3 friends investigating the disappearance of someone close to me (probably a brother or smth idfk) and we pull up on this raggedy, run down, abandoned mall. We get out and go inside, start looking around. Suddenly, without explanation, BOOM. 30 years in the past or some shit. We can't go back the way we came. The windows won't break. Nobody is around inside or outside the mall besides us.

Now let me be clear, these suckers were FAST. Like, that one animatronic in that hallway during the basement segment of TJOC fast. So Monty is chasing me, I hit a right corner on him, and I see Glamrock Freddy deactivated and just standing in the middle of the hall, so I run at him, open his chest cavity for SOME REASON, and CLIMB IN. I close the chest cavity and I can hear Monty run past me. I get out of the chest cavity and start looking for a way out while being pursued by the Glamrock animatronics.

Then I run into Vanny, who promptly stabs me in the arm before I can run away. Also I knew she was around bc she was always singing. For some reason the Glamrock animatronics didn't attack her when they see her, which I thought was bullshit. Anyway, it's almost six, right? Probably like 5:45. I'm running from Roxanne again, but she's too close. I find Glamrock Freddy again (cuz his metal booty is also walking around trying to find me and my remaining friends), deactivate his ass, and climb into his chest cavity.

Only Roxanne freaking SAW ME and comes RUNNING UP with the intent to fucking kill. And dude, I am NOT JOKING when I say I was TERRIFIED. It felt like real life. I honest to God thought I was about to get my face ripped off. But then one of my friends (probably the last one alive at that point) comes running down the hall, sees Roxanne, and starts running back the way they came. Roxanne proceeds to go after them, and I climb out of Freddy's chest cavity and start BOOKIN IT.

As the clock chimes 6 am, I burst through the emergency exit doors only to find that I'm back in present time, and there's an old man sitting inside this store across the street, and I just KNOW this man had something to do with my 6 hours of terror-fueled adrenaline and my dead friends and probably the disappearance I'd been investigating. So I storm in and realize OH SHIT IT'S MY GRANDPA. I'm conflicted, and he tells me some shit that makes me SUPER pissed off. I storm outside, grab an empty bottle, and SMASH it against the store wall with a scream of rage. Like I was about to cry from frustration. I turn around and Glamrock Freddy is there. He grabs me, stuffs me in his chest cavity, and takes me back to the mall where the other Glamrocks and Vanny are waiting. I start screaming cuz I KNOW I'm about to die. Roxanne grabbed me. Then I woke up.

[amyhasbluescreen]

Wandavision episode 5 spoilers

Spoiler ahead you have been warned

so firstly omg omg omg ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Ok, now that, that is out the way on to my thoughts and theories. 

So this episode was a wired one since we are no longer doing whole sitcoms or sword episodes, now just Jumping between the two. which seems like a better format (especially for the people who didn't understand the previous 3 sitcom episodes.) 

Wanda cant control the children. this could be because Billy is also a magic user and its cancelling out her powers or another kind of proof that Wanda is losing control her reality; we saw a similar thing with the stalk in one of the previous episodes (Now in Colour). 

Children are growing up quick. Tommy and Billy are growing up super quick like in the start of the episode they where 6 months to a year and at the end they 10, this is because they will want Tommy and Billy to play a bigger role in the future and you cant do that with babies (basically want they did with Cassie in Endgame). However, it seems like Wanda isn't changing the kids, this is proven when she says later in the episode when sparky dies (RIP Sparky) “Don’t...Don’t age yourselves up”. once again this could be Billy or even Tommy (since he fast) and they do seem aware of it happening however I don't think so its more likely this is Mephisto and Agnes or Nightmare or who ever is actually pulling the strings here (as in my opinion Wanda is too obvious to be doing this all by herself). 

roll the opining credits 

i just wanna give a shout out to baby vision in this segment (who is now up there with Grogu and Goot in my eyes). 

And where back to Monica who is have a scan, she explains that the feeling of being in Westview is painful  and “feels like drowning” to then finally saying it felt like grief. so now we know that it isn't really a picnic for the residents trapped in Wanda’s world (interesting), but most immortally in this scene the scan comes back empty like there is nothing there which could be because of Wanda blasting her though the forcefield maybe giving her, her photon powers like in the comics. 

also thanks to Darcey who gave Wanda’s powers a name “hex” which is what her powers are called in the comics and for the the best line “Hay Haywards a Dick” witch funnily get over shadowed with the word terrorist, maybe Hayward is one of those evil Skrulls Woo wrote about on his board. we know the other skurlls are coming in secret invasion. 

also Wanda Braking into to a sword facility to steal her dead boyfriend is a mood.   

But back to the sitcom where Tommy and Billy find a dog but not any dog Sparky the green synthezoid terrier from the Tom King vision comics (however he is not green). even though he last all of one episode I will miss him.

But hang on Vision is starting to realise things are not right here. things like Agnes not caring about the fact Wanda is using her powers and later in the office he awakens Norm and he tells him about his really family and he needs to find his phone cause his dad is ill. Which links to the identity board in episode 4 ( We interrupt this program) where it mentions Vision awakening Norm.

There is a bit where Monica explains that they need a Aerospace engineer who will be up for the challenge or creating a machine to go through the forcefield. So how about Mr fantastic himself Reed Richards or Victor Von Doom (who btw is part of a big scarlet which comic ‘Young Avengers children's crusade’).

They also do a bit were we find out Wanda is re writing reality its self not just creating an illusion (Monica, Darcey and Jimmy are really just out here doing all the work). 

Sitcom time again this time Wanda and the boys hear a noise that spooks the dog and he run off this causes Wanda to go investigate and the boys follow. its shown to be a drone from the 80s in an attempted to contact Wanda (as she can’t change it since it is already linked to the time period in question and seems to only change things  that don't fit in with sitcom year). so Monica tries to make a calm interaction but escalates quickly after Hayward (the dick) tries to shoot her. this causes Wanda to get angry and confront the sword guys on the outside. in short she tells them to get lost cause she isn't harming anyone and warns them if they continue she will stop them, showing this by manipulating the men around her to aim for Hayward not her and fly back in but not before making the forcefield stronger and visible.

Advert 

This weeks advert is for Lagos paper towels, if you forgot or didn't know Lagos is the place in the beginning of civil war when team cap is storming the Ex Hydra base and Wanda kills a bunch of people by accident. this is emphasised with the tag line “for when you make a mess you didn't mean to” since Wanda didn't mean to do what she did in Lagos however because of it, it leads to the Sokovia accords . 

sparky dies and the children are sad, however they ask Wanda to bring the dog back to life which she explains that not even she cant bring back the dead (sureeee). 

Vision returns home and presumably buries the dog off screen and then tries to confront Wanda about what's happening to which see tries to stop the episode suggesting they watch tv or turn in for the night however vision stop her and as there start arguing the credit roll only for them to glitch as she and vision leaves the room.

Vision tells Wanda he know she is doing this and pleads with to stop. he also tells her he doesn't remembers who he was before Westview and that he is just generally scared. however they are intruded by a door bell which Wanda says isn't her but Vision doesn't believe her. 

she opens the door and surly not, he’s gone, he’s died, she explained in this episode that she couldn't bring people back from the grave so no it cant be. oh god, it is him, its really him, ITS ARRO...EVEN PETERS’ quicksilver. 

So ya, in short they bring back Petrio (YAY I missed him). However it’s not Arron Taylor Johnsons it ends up being a weird amalgamation between Even peters’ Quicksilver from the X-Men movies and Arron Taylor Johnson’s. and suddenly cuts to Darcy saying Wanda recast Petrio but the next scene Wanda seem generally shocked she looks at Vision confused like she had not planed in this part. 

My theory is its Mephisto messing with Wanda but maybe its not maybe she pulled Quicksilver from the X-men universe smushed him with this earth’s quicksilvers memories and called it a day or maybe he’s just back, I really have no clue all I can say is that is seems a bit like a wolf in sheep’s clothing situation.

 But please let me know in the comments what you think is happening. I would really like have a discussion on what's happening in Wandavision and the MCU and comics as a whole.    

[asahinagamine]

Gemsphere / Rough Diamond - 3

Season: Autumn

Writer: Yuumasu

Background: TV Station Set Backstage

Mitsuru: ♪～♪～♪

Tetora: Looks like Tenma-kun’s in a good mood~

Mitsuru: It’s all thanks to the bread Anzu-nee-chan gave me! Bread always puts me in such a good mood ☆

Here-here! Teto-chan should eat some too! 

Tetora: I’m good. I’ve already eaten a ton, so go ahead and help yourself to the rest.

This is the first time I’ve seen so much bread at once. It’s like a month’s worth of bread.

Mitsuru: Really? For me, this is less than a week’s worth.

Shinobu: Mitsuru-kun probably prefers bread for breakfast, lunch, and dinner! Though I suppose bread can be part of all three of them too.

Mitsuru: Fufun. I’ll always have room for bread ♪

Nazuna: Bread’s pretty great, isn’t it? It’s easy to carry around with ya.

Watching Mitsuru-chin eat made me pretty hungry too. I might stop by a convenience store to buy ice cream.

Tetora: Can I come with you? Apparently they’re selling limited-time kalbi rice balls.

Shinobu: I shall follow you too! Convenience stores are always changing up their products so it’s always a lotta fun to visit one.

Mitsuru: Ooh, I’ll come too! I’m kinda thirsty so I wanna buy myself a drink~

Tetora: Eh? We still got a lot of stuff here, are you really planning to buy more?

Mitsuru: Duh! And you can never have enough bread~!

...Eh? I think someone was knocking just now.

Nazuna: Ah—that must be Anzu.

Heeeeeey~ Anzuuu~ Everyone’s already finished changing, so you can come in now. 

Good work, Anzu. How’s the thing we talked about going? ...Oh, you’ve contacted the client already?

I can keep the box for a week as long as I don’t break it… Thank god.

Shinobu: The box… break it… Are you perhaps talking about the secret box earlier? 

Nazuna: Yup. I wanted to see what was inside it so I asked permission to investigate. 

I gotta give this to my professor as soon as possible. I hope I can meet them tomorrow. 

Tetora: Umyu… I’m also curious about what’s inside, but why would you go to such lengths just for that?

The staff couldn’t open it, either. It’s definitely gonna give you a hard time, y’know. 

Nazuna: Yeah, I know but… I just can’t help myself. 

When we introduced each treasure, we read the letters that came with them aloud, right?

I was the one who read out the letter about the secret box, and it's been lingering in my mind since then. They said they inherited this box from their grandmother. 

“Inherited”, implying that their grandmother has most likely passed away. She probably left this behind as a momento. 

Even if it’s for a TV program segment, it was still appraised by an expert. If we don’t find out what’s inside now, it may remain unknown forever... 

Whenever I think about it, I can’t stand the idea of giving up. I wanted to do something for them, so I asked Anzu if she could negotiate.

...Hm? You were also interested in what’s inside, so you were glad that I asked?

Shinobu: Nito-dono, I also feel the same way. I’d like to help even if my contribution won’t be much.

Mitsuru: Me too! If we all work together, I’m sure we can open this!

Tetora: How about we all work together to force this thing open?

If we do that, I’m confident it’ll open. Like chopping roof tiles―

Nazuna: No way, we can’t do that! I only got to borrow it on the condition that I wouldn’t break it.

Tetora: Ahaha, I’m kiddin’. This box looks pretty sturdy, so I’m not actually planning on it.

Nazuna: All right then, let’s get going. Anzu, I’m going to the convenience store with everyone, wanna come?

Tetora: ...Eh? You still have work to do? You sure are hard-working, huh… 

Mitsuru: I got this from you, but here’s some bread! 

Eat this and feel better! Woo~ Woo~ Anzu-nee-chan ♪

A few days later, after the day of the shooting

Background: Nazuna’s University

Nazuna: Heeeyyy, Anzu! Over here!!

Sorry for making you wait. One of the guys from my class got a hold of me.

...You feel bad for asking me to come and meet you all of a sudden? Don’t worry about that. You came here to give me stuff I need for work, right?

Thank you for taking the time to come all the way here. I’ll read through this before our meeting. 

...Did I find out anything about the secret box?

Nope, not at all. My professor was quite shocked since it was his first time encountering such a mechanism. They tried whatever they could but it still wouldn’t open... 

My professor suggested that I should take it for a CT scan(1) and requested it to a reliable laboratory, but I declined their offer since it’d take a month to finish. 

I’m looking through books from the library about crafts at the moment. I’ve borrowed a buncha books from our university’s library, so I might be able to find something...

Nazuna: I’ve only got a few days left until I have to return this secret box, so I’m gonna try to do everything I can to open it. The other three are also working hard to open it.

Since I’m the oldest, I can’t go throwing in the towel just yet!

...I’m reliable? Haha, of course I am. I’m ‘Nii~chan’ after all ♪

You’ve grown into a brilliant producer, but you’re still probably going to run into trouble from time to time.

And whenever that happens, you can always rely on your Nii~chan. I’ll always be there to help you… 

A computerized tomography scan (CT or CAT scan) uses computers and rotating X-ray machines to create cross-sectional images of the body.

Proofread by: nazunyan + ciel

[jcmorrigan]

Blakeworther headcanons. I don't have a specific theme or anything in mind. Go ham

Go ham, you say?

GO HAM, YOU SAY?

Sorry not sorry but this is about to become mega cringe time. Because I do *have* a specific set of headcanons preloaded but it is not at ALL what you asked for

I love crossovers, and I want to import the Bastard Trio into my current crossover hell fic. So I was kind of playing with their dynamic in my mind, and one of the ways I test out character dynamics is to send them on little imaginary missions to other crossover worlds in my mind. Now, I’m in the midst of watching a playthrough of Skyward Sword, which I have heretofore not experienced. And I’m not exactly finished with it. But for some mental warm-ups, I was thinking, “Okay. SkSw is the other big fandom I’m trying, and it’s as far from the G4 as you can get, so what if you put three sci-fi guys in a high fantasy setting and watched them go? What if they had to take Link’s journey, except their goal is most certainly not to save anything because they’re swaggering murderers? What would happen then?”

This...is that story. But only up through the part where I watched (the first of the Silent Realms). Maybe a part II later if I keep doing this?

-To blend in, our boys have gotten themselves some Loftwings. While Vincent’s and Victor’s look like ordinary giant shoebills...oh. Oh, dear. Albert...how did you manage to turn it into a Dream Eater so fast? Its beak is white, its feathers are black, it has no eyes and people are STARING.

-Albert refuses to discard or fix the Dream Eater Loftwing. It’s going to be his steed for this entire quest. Joy.

-NOBODY played fair when they had to race against Groose. They teamed up to knock him off his bird and it’s a miracle he survived. Especially since he wasn’t supposed to survive that.

-Like I said, I have no idea what their endgame goal is here because they’re certainly not trying to stop Demise. Or are they? Because they befriend Ghirahim right the heck away and it’s entirely possible they’re like “We’re from the future, this guy will shatter you, you deserve better, please leave Demise in the ground and join our team”

-And when I say they befriend Ghirahim right away I mean ESPECIALLY ALBERT

-Victor loves shopping at the bazaar because he can play-flirt with Peatrice and she’ll flirt right back. Meanwhile if the fortune teller attempts to reel in Vincent ONE MORE TIME there will be blood.

-Vincent Edgeworth is forcibly removed from the Skyloft bazaar

-Victor is the only person who remotely likes Fi, probably because she’s quite visibly supposed to be an AI and he is quite visibly part robot.

-They hit the ground and get going!

-Oh no. Kikwis. They hate Kikwis so much.

-The one that’s up in the tree, the three of them debate how to most quickly get down. Vincent: “We don’t bother and just say we did.” Victor: “If we threw a rock at it, it would fall out.” Albert: “I think we should set the whole tree on fire.”

-They get into the first dungeon, and you know that one segment where you have to vine-swing and the motion controls are so unforgiving? Vincent fell off those vines like twelve times and Victor and Albert lost their shit

-They get the beetle and now that thing’s a Dream Eater, too. Albert please stop doing this

-Back at Skyloft, doing sidequests is their least favorite thing. They do not give a SHIT about Gratitude Crystals if they don’t have to do so. The missing girl’s mom comes up to tell her problems and Vincent just goes “This affects me how?”. The brother says his sister went missing and Victor’s just like “We’ll take care of it!” and as soon as he’s out of earshot “Let’s not take care of it.” Cawlin hands them the love letter to deliver to Karane or Phoeni, Albert rips it in half in front of Cawlin, Cawlin starts bawling, Victor just goes “Actually I kinda wanted to do that one and see if we could start romance drama”

-Into Eldin Province and Mogmas are...only slightly less aggravating than Kikwis

-VINCENT ALMOST EXPLODES WHEN HE LEARNS THE KEY TO THE NEXT DUNGEON IS SPLIT IN PIECES AND HE HAS TO DIG IN THE DIRT FOR IT

-So then there’s that one passage in the valley where if you don’t just book it, your clothes will catch on fire. They blaze through it, and Fi determines that they’ve sustained no damage, which is good, because if they’d been exposed a moment longer, then surely one of them would be naked. Victor, hearing this, promptly tosses some personal item of his back into the high-heat area; “Oops. I dropped it. Go get it, Vincent.” Albert: “YES! GO GET IT, VINCENT!”

-It is only sheer willpower and Victor’s physical restraint that keeps Vincent from beating Ledd to a pulp.

-They actually kinda like hanging around the sacred springs, though. They’re tranquil places. A good way to just...not have to deal with all that noise. They can sit by the water quietly for a while, just watching it ripple.

-And back to business! They enter Lanayru, discover that the Time Crystals can revert this desert into a technological paradise and...yeah, it was way, WAY better in the past than it is now. They poke around some of the tech, taking notes for later in case they can reverse-engineer any of it.

-Dream Eater Beetle has been replaced by a brand-new shiny Hook Beetle! Albert, please don’t turn this one into a - GOD DAMMIT ALBERT. HOW ARE YOU EVEN DOING THIS WITH INANIMATE OBJECTS.

-They get in such a fight about how to place the generator switches. Victor is trying his best but he’s SURE they don’t arrange the way the other two are trying to tell him they arrange

-Every time they pass Ghirahim they stop to chat with him about how the demon uprising is going, also aren’t heroines just so freaking annoying? Zelda, Vanora, why are they always getting in the way?

-Victor of course tries to put the verbal moves on Impa. At this point Vincent and Albert know he just does this for fun, he’s faithful to the two of them, but still, they gotta do the obligatory eyeroll and groan

-”Yes, Victor. She’s very pretty. We’re gay, not blind”

-Vincent actually enjoys playing the Goddess Harp, surprisingly. He can just zone into the music.

-The Imprisoned gets out and hoo boy, they’re really not supposed to be DEFEATING evil just yet but Albert wants to cut off some TOES (and this ends up yielding them knowledge about the Isle of Songs so it’s all good)

-Scrapper annoys them all and visibly offends Victor.

-Vincent likes to use the bellows from the Eldin dungeon to blow away anyone who tries to rope him into a sidequest. Albert then goes “I’ve just realized the potential we have!” and tries to blow people off the edge of Skyloft.

-They hate the remlits until they find out that the remlits go feral at night and now they love the remlits but only after dark

-Into the Thunderhead for the Isle of Songs. And YET AGAIN WE CANNOT AGREE ON HOW TO SOLVE THE PUZZLE THAT LETS US INSIDE

-Down to Faron’s realm to get to the Silent Realm. Once they’re in there and have learned about the guardians...

-Vincent: “Now we have to be CAREFUL and QUICK or else the guardians will expel us immediately, maybe even kill us.” Victor: “You might want to tell him that.” Vincent: “Wh - ALBERT NO”

-Albert is investigating a dormant guardian close-up and decides “I want to take one of these home.”

-Vincent: “NO, Albert, we can’t...hmmmm. Actually, we could probably weaponize them...” Victor: “CAN WE NOT?”

-And then cue them risking life and limb not to get what they even came here for but to pick up AS MANY DARK RELICS AS THEY CAN CARRY

And that’s as far as I’ve watched in SkSw so far. Not sure whether or not I’ll keep using it as a Blakeworther ground, but there, have the AU you *never* wanted

[slashingdisneypasta]

Horror Villains Drabble #1

Plot: The Horror Villain in your lives S/O(Who you were also very close to) has just died, and you’re there to watch them crumple. 

Includes: Jason Voorhees, Mayor Buckman and Sheriff Hoyt 

Warnings: Angst 

Hah, I think these just get shorter and shorter, which is funny because this is not the order I wrote them in. 

~~~

Jason Voorhees:

Today, I’m going to visit Jason. Who I guess a normal person would my… brother-in-law? Stepbrother-in-law, because his girl was my stepsister. Not that that matters now, she died in a car crash 3 weeks ago. Which is why I’m checking on him, bearing a new tablecloth to lighten up his creepy little cabin and ginger ale. She said once that he liked that stuff, and the tablecloth was my idea. I didn’t know what else to bring him in this situation, since I only met him once! But I thought I should, bring something.

The time I met him was because she wanted someone to know about him, that she trusts. In case something bad happened. Which, evidently, it did. How she knew it would happen? Well, there’s an ongoing news segment dedicated to the investigation they distastefully opened the day of her funeral, when the coroner that checked her out mentioned a gang tattoo hidden on the top of her thigh. Jason doesn’t need to know that part though.

From what I gathered about him when she introduced us and I stuck around with them the day we met and what I remind myself of quickly in my head as I leave the Ford Fiesta I got for my 18th birthday 3 years ago, is that mostly he’s a delicate soul. At least, when it has to do with her, or his mother. Her name’s Pamela, but I hope that doesn’t come up because their relationship scares me and I don’t want much to do with it. I especially don’t want to bring her up to him. 

I start walking towards his cabin, recalling other things about him I could mention or just that I should remember. His favourite colour’s green, like oak leaves and definitely not moss. He drowned because some councillors who were supposed to be watching him were getting jiggy with it in the forest, and because of that he has an ingrained hatred and need to eradicate all premarital sex havers.

Pft, that’ll be fine then. My lame ass is still a virgin. Not that I’m bitter about it or that I’m going to mention that, at all.

Finally, I reach the Voorhees’ cabin, which is clearly what is seeing as I can smell the stench of Mum’s rotted head wafting from inside that still haunts my dreams from last time. I put down the bag with his new, green tablecloth, ginger ale and my Christmas cookies -because I need them to get eaten and its been a month and they’re still sitting in my cupboard, and this seemed like a good a time as any. Maybe Jason’ll appreciate the patters I painstakingly iced on them. He supposedly has the brain of a child,- on the ground and stan dup straighter, biting the inside of my lips.  

Taking a cautious step forward, wondering whether I should knock even though the door’s open, I call carefully. “Jason? Hey, it’s Y/N. (Your Stepsisters Name)’s, sister? We met, and I just wanted to check on you. She asked me to.”

When in doubt, make sure he knows who I am and my connection to her. She’s his soft spot.

No answer.

I shuffle to the side, seeing if I can get a glimpse inside the house and see if he’s actually in there, without overstepping and walking on in. “I brought ginger ale- “

Suddenly heavy footsteps come up behind me and stop close by. I whip around, and suddenly I feel like a fly in comparison to the giant that is Jason Voorhees. I soften my expression and pick up the bag, offering it to him. “Did you hear all that?”

He nods.

“Is it okay that I’m here?”

Again, he nods. I let my muscles relax, and go to sit down on the moulding, termite ravished porch. Before I start taking things out of the bag, I peer up at him, and make sure this is okay. “Is it okay that I sit here? I’ll get up if its not, its okay.”

No nod this time, I guess he got tired of it which is understandable- I would too if that was my only mode of communication. Instead, he walks over, movement weirdly purposeful, and sits down beside me. The wood moves worryingly under his weight, but stays sturdy thank god.

I flash him a kind smile, and start showing him what’s in the bag. Once I’m finished, I decide to cut straight to the chase, because he is not responding to any of this. Not even the snowman cookie awakened a reaction, and that one is freaken masterful. I turn to him, as he holds gently onto the ginger ale between his knees but doesn’t open it, and drop my forearms onto my knees. “So, Jason. Sweetheart, you gotta tell me o-or… Morse code to me, or whatever if you’re okay or not. Because that’s what I’m here for. For her, and therefore you are too. You get me?” I peer up at him, hoping he understands. Because I’m already getting emotional, and I don’t want to start crying again. I will, if we have to go through this painstakingly slowly.

Again, he doesn’t nod. But he does turn his head to look ahead of him and away from me, which I take as him understanding, but avoiding the conversation.

But hey! At least he isn’t walking off or stabbing me. Swallowing, and taking a deep breath, because we have to do this and theirs a tiny part of me that wants to for him and not for her, although the brunt of it is for her, I carry my pointer finger up and ever so gently pat the bottom of his mask. He turns slightly to look at me, and I look softly, empathetically at him. “I, for one, feel terrible.”

His shoulders relax the tiniest bit, so I go on. “I-I mean… I didn’t know her my whole life. Our parents got married when she was already 12. But I was 8, and she was my big sister after that. And, she was… the better one of us! Its true! I mean, you fell for her! And, from what I can tell you have trust issues. Rightly so, but still. She broke through that because she was so good. I can’t… “I let out a heavy breath, but not looking away because I’m brave. “Help, but think that… it should’ve been me, and not her. Okay?” Ohhh god. That sure doesn’t become easier the more times you say it… More a moment, I allow myself to pause. Worry my lip, look away. Then I push back my hair behind my ears and look back at hum, refreshed. Surprising me, when I look back, he’s looking at me. I whisper. “Is that how you feel?”

A moment of meaning passes, before slowly he nods. A more meaningful significant, and consequential then the other nods -other movements, -, simply because its slower. It feels like he’s seriously agreeing with me, like he’s saying ‘Yes, yes. That’s how I feel, I agree. You aren’t alone’.

Its honestly the most understood that I’ve felt since she died. Even her mother wouldn’t look up from the funeral pamphlet and I haven’t seen her since. But Jason, feels like me. Just another flavour, and another face.

Taking a deep breath, with tears filling my eyes now, I nod and take his hand. “Yeah… yeah. I’m sorry about that.”

“One day it’ll get better.”

Mayor Buckman:

I cross my arms and lean back on the house, watching the townspeople as the go about their day. One in particular, troubles me who I don’t let up my disappointed gaze on for minutes, as he bobs through town with an obnoxious smile on his face. All week, I’ve watched Buckman to make sure he’s okay after the funeral, and he’s failed every single test.

She entrusted me with his wellbeing and health, and I’m going to take it seriously. Because, although I don’t have as high a appreciation for his existence as she did due to him… well, trying to kill me and feed me to his crazy people, I acknowledge how he changed, for her. While she was here, the death toll in Pleasant Valley went down to all time low from the last century. Because, he had something to continue for, I guess.

But now he’s desperate to go, and although that makes sense, and I can accept it, even if it meant my last connection to her would be lost, he’s going too fast. He hasn’t even given himself time to mourn. She died, and he’s acting like she just left and he’s going to be seeing her real soon. Which, of course, may be true… But she died. Its going to tear him apart if he doesn’t sit down a second and stop grinning so crazy wide.

It’s a bit scary, actually. How full on he is right now.

As a couple new victims -teenagers, on spring break. Nothing new, - who’ve agreed to stay the night go to the room’s they’ll be staying in, our revered Mayor disappears into his home, uncharacteristically. Curious, I push off the wall and follow. “Buckman?”

“Oh,” Is the only response at first, which I take as ‘Please, come in!’, and do. It’s a very wonky ‘Oh’, coming out twisted around every which way, like you were feeling one way and tried to sound a different way. Chewing the inside my cheek, I creep across loud ass floorboards to the livingroom. There, he’s standing by the window with the blinds closed. He looks tired as hell, somehow. I don’t know how a ghost can look so exhausted, but he does. And it’s a weird thing to see on the usually vibrant southerner. “I was just looking for my good handkerchief, this one’s got the wrong pattern- doesn’t match.”

“Oh, stop it.” I walk on in and sit myself down on the couch, patting the spot beside me for him, bossily. “Why don’t you just mourn?”

He gives me a forced smile, not at all in it, and pointedly refuses to sit with me. Oh, boy. “One doesn’t mourn, when you know you’ll see them again soon.”

Okay, ignoring the fact that neither of us know exactly what happens after you really die and he could just disappear into nothingness rather then see her again because we don’t want to make him mad… Changing tact, I turn to him inquisitively. “Buckman, what are you gonna do when you see her again? What do you wanna do?”

“Ah, well, first I’ll intend to hug the stuffing out a’ her, but after that I believe it’s become a bit personal, and we don’t have that relationship my dear.”

“Okay.” Let’s move past that, because the last thing I want in my head is this man and my sisters bedroom activities. My face darkens determinedly, causing Buckman to squint suspiciously at what I’m about to throw at him. “Well, if you don’t sit down and be sad for more then the 2 seconds it takes for you to meaninglessly switch handkerchiefs, you won’t have the energy to do that. You’ll probably faint, if you can even do that in heaven or… wherever you’re going, and then there will be no hugging.” His face darkens, because he knows I’m right. I lean forward towards him, and reiterate. “No hugging. Zip!”

“Okay!” He raises his hands, begging me to stop causing a self-satisfied smile to come to my face. For a moment more, he thinks -I’m sure, - about leaving and avoiding this again like he has bene since she died, but catches my eye and that does it. He gives a defeated sigh, and sits down beside me. I change my expression to sympathetic, because I know how he feels. She was my sister. I loved her, too.

Awkwardly, I drop a couple pats on his back, as he sits doubled over with his face in his hands. Then even ore awkwardly, I cough into my shoulder. “Tea?”

“Ahhh, yes please.”

Sheriff Hoyt / Charlie Hewitt: 

I grip my spoon so tightly that my knuckles go completely white, but I let him go. Hoyt leaves the room, and the house, and I manage not to scream at him to come back and face me, because Luda Mae asked me to. That’s the only reason I didn’t throw the spoon at him.

… But, he’s crossed a line.

So, I push out of the seat and stomp past Thomas in his breakfast seat and Luda Mae pouring him water and out the door after him. “Oh, Charlie!!”

“Who the fuck- “He turns around, as he was heading for his car and his eyes land on me. Immediately they darken from being irritated, to mad and promptly, sticks up his middle finger at me. I grit my teeth, reach him and snatch it out of the air, throwing his hand back to his side. “What do you want, I’m a busy man.”

“You’re fucking unemployed, shut your trap.” I point with my thumb back into the house, and incredulously at him. “What the hell was that?? I haven’t seen a face like that on Luda Mae… e-ever. Ever. I have never seen her that hurt. What the fuck??”

The look Luda’s face appears in the forefront of my mind again, that appeared on her delicate features right after Hoyt told her to ‘shut the fuck up’. He has never used language like that at her before. God, her face. It was a horrible mix of shocked, and destroyed. She thought, we all thought, that if Hoyt still cared and respected anyone in this family then it was her. Evidently, we were wrong.   The fire in my eyes intensify, thinking about the flagrant disrespect. To her! Of all people! That sweet woman! Since I came here, with (Your Friend Who Was With Hoyt’s Name), she has been the kindest.

Hoyt, the least kind. So, I feel zero guilt in tearing him a new one out here.

Oh, you go ahead and flare those nostrils at me Hoyt, I’m not moving. “It’s a family matter, you can stick your nose out of it.”

“Oh,” I say, clutching my heart. “I’m wounded!” He doesn’t think I’ve heard that one before? Well, he’s more of a moron then I thought. “Bottom line, Hoyt, I haven’t seen you be that awful, since you fell in love with- “

“Don’t you dare say her name.” He warns, opening the car door and plopping himself in the front seat. He tries to slam the door shut, but I plant myself between him the door, and hold it open making him deeply sigh. Seeing I wasn’t about to leave, he promptly picks up his gun and a rag and starts cleaning it.

“The person you became with her is worth being. She would never forgive you if you crumpled now. I, would never forgive you.” I point to the house again. “She’s turning in her grave!!”

Hoyt scoffs, a cough of a laugh nearly, and continues to wipe his gun off- of what? I have no idea. He’s just cleaning his gun. Which looks perfectly clean to me. “Well she ain’t here, is she?” He looks up at me next, and the look in his eyes is cold, but not cold enough to force me to back down. “And I don’t remember us ever being friends.”

“Hah, we weren’t.” We will never be. “But guess what? I’m here and I’m here to stay. I won’t let you spiral into a crotchety mess, or even more of a disgusting mess then you’ve always been even with her. And I won’t exactly like it, but I’ll live with it. Because- “

“I don’t need any of your help, honey- “

“Because,” I continue, through grit teeth. His eyes flash at getting cut off, and of course, I revel in it. “I loved her too. I won’t let you become something she would hate. She loved you. Far be it me to understand why, but she did. You could see it in her face, and the way she talked to you. And it hurts so bad, imagining what she might be thinking, watching you now. If she could see you, if she’s seeing you, whatever your stance on religion, she would be heartbroken.”

He looks up, and this time squints at me. “You think I care what she would feel?”

At that little remark, I slam the door in his face, and lean close to the window. “Yes.”