#ok that's it with this spontaneous series :)

[sylenth-l]

No. No, you aren't.

[lacunalunatic]

This is what I call “whiplash” sketches

[thethirdromana]

Some thoughts on The Church on Ruby Road:

I looked up "charisma" in the dictionary and there was a picture of Ncuti Gatwa.

Kind of disappointed that he changed out of the kilt + tank top combo though.

After lots of criticism of how he writes mothers, RTD has... taken it on board and started doing better? Lovely stuff.

Something I really enjoy about RTD's writing is the 60-second character portraits you get of people you'll never see again, e.g. the charmingly romantic (if predictable) policeman. That could have been a psychic paper moment but instead we got this split-second insight into a whole person.

Something else I really enjoy about RTD's writing is that he WILL tell you how they could afford that fancy flat in London and he WILL give a solid reason that there's a ladder in the hallway so Ruby can get to the roof, no plot holes here thankyouverymuch.

Ruby and the Doctor distract the goblins with spontaneous singing? Doctor Who full musical episode when??

More actual consequences of the Timeless Child storyline, we love to see it. I can't wait to see where the series ends up going with this.

Have to admit I don't love the storyline in which the Doctor effectively kills everyone (however much that wasn't his intention) and then it's all OK.

I would also not say no to a storyline that gently breaks the TARDIS so the Doctor can't hop from time to time with quite such precision.

That post-credits scene was delicious though. And the trailer!

[sungchanarcade]

anton as your bff

i’m probably going to make this a series and do one for each of the members, i’m just such a sucker for friends2lovers :( 

for you two, hanging out is never just that, it always turns into a whole quest. when the weather is nice you guys would decide go to a park for the afternoon before stopping for snacks on the way home to have a movie night but inevitably, one of you always goes “wait i have a really good idea!” and boom suddenly its 2 a.m and you’re on the other side of the city

your plans when you spend time together would be so spontaneous that you’ve stopped planning entirely. neither of you know what you’re going to end up doing with your day together, you just let things unfold and try to avert disaster when necessary (it’s always necessary)

holds your hand/has his arm around you every time you’re on any public transit and he never lets go of you in a crowd, no matter how many or few people are in it. 

also holds your hand when crossing the street, which you teased him about once (“i’m not 5 years old i’m not gonna run away”) and he was all sulky about it (“fine. get hit by a car then”) but every time you two get to a crosswalk (or are about to jaywalk oops) you both grab for each other’s hand naturally

sharing clothes but not realizing until the “oh so that’s where my scarf went” (anton probably has more of your jewelry than you do)

he would carry your bag whenever you’re tired but you wouldn’t have to ask him to, he can tell when you need the break and just wordlessly lift it off your shoulder and put it on his own

despite all your wild adventures, he would love the chill days you have together. staying in to play video games, cooking a meal together, movie marathons, you name it, he just likes having you around

he would always show you the music he’s working on, even stuff that isn’t finished. your feedback and praise means more to him than anything else

while i think he wouldn’t be the best at keeping secrets and he hates hiding things from you, you still wouldn’t realize he has feelings for you and he is doing everything he can to make sure it stays that way because you’ve been friends long enough that he can’t even imagine what his life would be like if you weren’t in it

everyone else definitely knows though

all his other friends have been trying to get him to confess to you for the longest time but no matter how much they nag him about it he isn’t any closer to actually doing it

you would have to confess first i fear

i feel the confession would be as spontaneous you two are, you wouldn’t plan to tell him ahead of time. it would be late after spending the day running around town together and you’d be sitting next to him on some random park bench looking out at the city and he’d offer you the last few bites of his ice cream—even though he’d bought it for himself and you already stole some—and you’d just say it without really meaning to.

“do you want any more?” he asks, tilting the pint container in your direction until you can see it’s almost empty. as if he’s reading your mind, he says “you can have the rest, it’s ok.” he’d bought the ice cream for himself when you’d stopped at a convenience store on the way up here and you’d already stolen more than a few bites, yet here he was, offering you the last of it. he lifts the spoon toward you. “do you want the rest?” he asks, voice soft, gaze softer, and you feel so warm and safe in it. instead of answering his question, you sigh and say, “this is the kind of shit that made me fall in love with you.”

and you’d be so casual about it that he wouldn’t fully register what you said at first and be snarky as ever with his reply (“oh i’m so sorry for being nice to you”) but as soon as he’s said it he realizes exactly what you said and then his brain kind of short circuits

the rest of the confession is mostly you talking and him stuttering and tripping over his words. you definitely have to finish half his sentences for him because he’ll just trail off in the middle. his face is SO red and he would not stop blushing for the entire conversation. when you two get back to his place at the end of the night his cheeks are still red

he’d start smiling (mostly to himself) about how lucky he got every. single. time. he looks at you for at least 3 weeks after

[elliespeach]

no chances part four | ellie williams

˗ˏˋ"you still wanna ask me those questions?" ´ˎ˗

pairing: ellie williams x afab reader synopsis: you and ellie are on rival volleyball teams and after letting your competitive nature get the better of both of you, tensions are high on and off the court. warnings: 18+ we made it yall it's smut time. mentions of weed, foul language, explicit sexual descriptions, r! receiving fingering/head, thigh riding, scissoring, slight choking kink, fight then fuck kinda deal wordcount: 3.1k author note: hi hi lets pretend that the car ride actually took an hour they do it in minutes but lets just pretend ok? ok. i have been in a slump this week my brain is attacking me so i hope this is well enough for yall i didn't wanna leave u hanging!! i have plans i cannot share w you guys ab this series n i am hype asffff but anyway enjoy

when her car left the parking lot it was silent. the radio played softly but you or ellie didn’t utter a word. suddenly the reality of what she had offered sunk in, you two had an hour drive together. ellie focused on driving while you stared out into the window at the dark road. she had almost kissed you again and for the first time it didn’t raise any alarm bells in your head. everything was calm in those moments inches from her face, as if the world had been swept away from underneath the two of you. hearing the song on the radio dim out, your head turned to face her. ellie’s eyes were fixed on the road, one arm at the top of the wheel with the other resting on the gear knob. she caught you in her peripheral and her head turned slightly. 

“we don’t even know wh–” 

“i think you played–” 

you both spoke over each other, attempting to awkwardly break the silence that had enveloped you. ellie laughed lightly and it was probably the first time you had ever heard her laugh, “you go,” she said, turning the wheel to make a left and you caught a glimpse at her hands, gripped firmly around the wheel and a memory of them doing the same to your hips flashed in your mind before you cleared your throat to rid of it. 

“i was just gonna say we don’t even know who won the game,” you recalled, your hands placing themselves in your lap and pressing your legs together slightly. 

“oh, yeah–” she swiveled her head to catch a quick glance at you before focusing back on the road. “my money’s on my team.” she said cockily, again turning the wheel with only one hand. 

“only cause i wasn’t playing, right?” you banter, remembering her somewhat of a confession from your walk. she rolled her eyes but a small smile crept on the sides of her lips as she did. 

“oh my god, that is not what i fuckin’ said,” she laughed again, another quick glance at you, who was smiling proudly earning another eye roll from her. 

“what were you gonna say?” you asked her, peeling off your knee pads from your legs as they started to itch. 

ellie glanced down at your movement, quickly pulling her eyes back up to the road, “oh uhm–” she readjusted her grip on the steering wheel. “just that, your coach was stupid to pull you, you were doing fine.” 

your head snapped towards her, a dramatic shocked expression on your face. “a compliment? how did you not just implode spontaneously?” 

ellie shifted in her seat, bringing her hand that was previously on the gear shift to the bottom of the wheel and leaning on the window with her now free arm. “just say thank you like a normal person?” her tone had a hint of annoyance but the sly smile on her face gave her away, and instead of prying it out of her you just accepted it. 

“thanks–” your eyes darted back out to the road, out of the seclusion that was the community center and into a more urban area with street lamps and business on either side of the road. your eyes caught the highway sign right as you passed it and you sat up, your head turning to see it fade back into darkness as her car kept moving. “that was the highway,” you turned to her, her head snapping back as if to see the sign herself but her eyes returned to the road in front of her within seconds. 

“fuck,” she uttered under her breath. the car started to slow down, taking a quick look around the road. “one sec,” she turned her car to the left, placing it as close to the curb as she could, then shifted the car into reverse. her arm swung around to the back of your headrest and her body moved with it. you couldn’t help but stare as she did, her eyes fixed on the road behind you. because of her positioning, you could see the outline of her muscle filled arm, as if she was flexing them. the movement of her upper body made her shirt ride up in the front, exposing some of her toned stomach and before any thoughts could come to mind you darted your eyes away. 

ellie could feel as you watched and when she turned her head to meet your eyes they were already gone and she swiftly put the car back in drive before pulling away. the radio was the only thing audible in the car as she turned on the highway, picking up speed as she did and her car revved over the radio. you waited until she was comfortably cruising in the fast lane before speaking again, hating the words that came out of your mouth but not being able to do anything to stop yourself, “so can we talk about the big fat elephant that's in the car?” 

ellie sighed while checking her rearview mirror then looking at you briefly, “if you want to,” 

“why wouldn’t i?” 

“i dunno,” she shrugged, keeping her eyes on the highway in front of her. it was quiet again but only for a moment before she continued. “i can’t give you an explanation, if that's what you want.” she almost sounded disappointed in herself. 

“why not?” 

ellie rolled her eyes, taking a deep breath in. “why don’t you give me an explanation?” 

“because you kissed me, you cuddled with me, you almost kissed me again.” you listed off your reasons, using your fingers to count them off and she looked annoyed. 

“i didn’t do it alone–” her tone was harsh, as if the conversation was treading on thin ice. 

“yeah, but you started it.” you returned her attitude, feeling a familiar fight coming on. 

“do you want me to sit here and tell you that i did it for a reason? there was no reason–” ellie used her hand that was resting on the gears to emphasize her words, feeling agitated that you brought this up when the ride was going smoothly. the high was wearing off between the two of you and with it went the calm that had settled too. 

“why are you being so cagey?” your voice raised slightly. ellie switched lanes, seeing the exit she had to take in the distance. 

“why are you asking so many fucking questions?” she returned your raised voice, turning the wheel to take the exit. the ramp was long and curved and she slowed to a stop at the red light at the end of it. taking the time to turn to you, a grimace on her face.

you groaned, crossing your arms and leaning your knees against the car door away from her. “just thought we could have a legit conversation, but that seems out of your capabilities.” 

ellie pressed on the gas when the light turned green, making a turn towards your campus. the drive had felt like the longest and the shortest in your life, and now you kind of wished you took the bus. she remained quiet as you did, noticing your position in her passenger seat. “jesus fuckin’ christ,” she breathed out as the welcome sign to your campus came into view. 

you started again, “i just think its funny becau–” 

the car came to a halt on the deserted road sending you forward and you looked at her in disbelief. she quickly put the car in park and as you looked at her face only illuminated by the orange dashboard in front of her, you couldn’t read her. “what the hell, ellie?” you questioned, looking around and you thought she wanted you to walk the rest of the way. 

her hands came up to your face, redirecting your focus to her. she cupped your cheeks and brought your lips to hers. although the anger for her in you was still firmly in your chest, you didn’t fight her instead leaning further into the kiss. her tongue found yours like it had in the bathroom weeks ago, slipping it’s way over your tongue harshly sending shivers throughout your body. butterflies danced in your stomach as her hand left your face, wandering down your body to explore. 

you wanted to be closer, the middle console blocking any other physical contact you two could share. while still letting her tongue roam your mouth, you moved over the console and placed yourself in her lap. it was uncomfortable, but her hands instantly wrapped around your hips and slid down to grab your ass. you rocked your body against hers, liking the feeling of her underneath you and she squeezed your ass tightly. your lips disconnected from hers and instead found her neck, leaving sloppy wet kisses all over it. ellie’s breathing was barely recovering and as you kissed her neck, incoherent mumbles and short quick breaths filled your ears. 

her hands that had been running up and down your back found their way in between you two, groping your tits firmly and you hummed against her neck at the feeling. the pressure formed between your legs all the faster as she massaged them, keeping one hand placed on your breast, squeezing as much as she could, she used her other hand and traced it up your chest to your neck, wrapping her fingers lightly around it. this pulled you back from her neck, making eye contact with her green eyes. though the green had vanished, replaced with dilated eyes glossed over with every touch you placed on her. 

she studied your face, her hand still around your neck. her head tilted, taking you all in while you straddled her lap and a sly smile formed on her wet lips, “you still wanna ask me those questions?” her voice raspy, hoarse even and she tightened her grip on your neck ever so slightly. way different than it was before and it took everything in you not to melt in her lap. 

“shut up,” you groaned, bringing your face back down to kiss her again, rolling your body against her. you could feel her smirk against the kiss, retreating her hands back down to your hips to move with them against her. the smirk didn’t diminish and this time it was you who snuck your hand up to her neck, gripping with the same firmness she had, you broke the kiss but hovered over her lips as her eyes opened to meet yours separated by only millimeters, “you are insufferable.” 

a light chuckle came from her, sinking her fingers into your hips, “and yet here you are,” her neck extending to allow your grip to remain. there was a beat of silence, both of your heavy breathing over powering the radio that still played lightly in the background. you let go of her neck, sliding your hand down her torso and feeling her tits through the layers of clothing. she attached her mouth to your neck as you had done, sucking a little too hard and you worried about hickeys but it felt too good in the moment to tell her to stop. but she did and her words bounced off of your now sensitive skin, “do you have a roommate?” 

that’s how you ended up barging into your dorm with her hands all over you, slamming the door shut behind her without ever breaking the kiss. she pushed you against the closest wall, gripping your skin in her hands before trailing kisses down your neck to your stomach, getting on her knees as she slid off your shorts to reveal the very small underwear you had on. she kissed your pussy through your underwear and you had to stop your knees from buckling at the feeling. a wet spot was very obviously noticeable on your panties and it only intensified ellie’s efforts. using her teeth she bit down on the top of your underwear, pulling it down as much as she could before your dripping cunt was in front of her. she used her fingers to move your panties down further, running her hands back up your legs as she looked up at you with lustful eyes. 

she lifted one of your legs, slinging it over her shoulder before plunging her tongue into your folds. you bit down on your lip to keep from moaning and your fingers laced themselves in her auburn hair, her tongue already better than anything you could do to yourself. it traced circles on your clit and as she shoved herself deeper into your pussy, you couldn’t help the moans that slipped out of your mouth. with hearing this, ellie was brought back to the bathroom and her brain went into overdrive. she removed her tongue only to then suck on your clit, feeling your leg shake on her shoulder and she brought a finger up to run through your slick. 

she looked at you as she did, her mouth a wet mess and you were in shambles above her. her finger teasingly ran up and down your exposed cunt, giving you just enough but not nearly anything close to the feeling over her tongue. your head leaned back against the wall and your eyes shut tight and she tsk’d, still moving her finger lightly, “eyes on me–” she breathed out, waiting for you to look back at her. when you did, a small smile formed on her lips and she brought her slender finger down your cunt. she slid her finger in, never taking her eyes off of you and watching as you crumble before her. when your chest started to heave as she thrust her finger in and out of you, she brought her mouth back to your clit. 

you were a mess. dripping on her face and bucking your hips as she went to work, the sensation feeling too good and you felt the familiar twinge below your belly button. you were saying her name between breaths and it only made ellie go harder, pumping her fingers as quickly as she could and revolving her tongue through your slick. without warning she retreated, kissing your stomach while she stood back up. your hands found her face to drag her into a long kiss, she pulled you off of the wall and backed you into your own bed. your elbows propped you up as you watched her tower over you, you used this time to yank off your shirt and sports bra, leaving your chest bare for her.

ellie slipped off her own shorts, her underwear with it before climbing on top of you, reconnecting her lips to yours. you tugged on her shirt and it was off in seconds thrown god knows where. she sat up, tracing her fingers along your body as you laid beneath her and it looked like she wanted to say something but refrained herself. instead, lifting up one of your legs and placing herself so her own drenched pussy was atop of yours. she rocked her hips back and forth, feeling the wetness from both of you spread. mumbles left her mouth as she held your leg in the air, covering her own moans by placing soft and sweet kisses on your leg. ellie steadied herself by clutching onto one of your breasts. her pace began to be ragged, feeling herself come nearly undone. she looked down at you, mouth open and eyes in a haze as you gazed back up at her and despite nearing her finish she leaned down so that her thigh was now pressed against your cunt. you whined into her mouth as she kissed you, the tipping sensation leaving as quickly as it came. 

she shuffled off of you, leaning her back to the wall and patted her lap. while you sat down on her lap, she removed her sports bra. her hands fell to your figure and she gazed at you, that unreadable expression still plastered on her face. she looked down at you on her lap and shook her head lightly, “like this–” she moved your body, lifting your leg to move her own out of the way so you were just sitting on her thigh. she tucked your knee in between her legs and her green eyes focused back on you. 

moving your hips on her thigh, ellie kneaded on your tits. she enveloped them in her hands while your knee rubbed against her cunt. your hands rested on her legs behind you, back arching and tits out. ellie wasn’t able to conceal her moans at the sight of you and the feeling deep in her stomach. her hands dug into your thighs, pulling them with every thrust of your hips. “h-holy fuck,” she tossed her head back. the sound of her voice was enough for you to start moving faster, and as you did ellie straightened her posture. she wrapped her arms around your back, pulling you closer while you rocked desperately against her thigh. 

your foreheads crashed, heavy and hot breath spread across each of your faces. with this, you unraveled. cursing coming out of your mouth along with her name in pants while you shook around her thigh, feeling on top of the world. ellie���s hands moved to your tits, watching you cum on her and feeling your tits in her hands she tipped over the edge as well. her breathing was ragged against you and her forehead left yours while she tipped her head back, eyes rolling. you fell on her chest, while both of you tried to return your breathing back to normal. 

she sat with you for a few minutes in silence, you had moved off of her thigh and laid beside her, arm draped over her stomach. her arm was on your back, rubbing small circles. after a bit more of quiet, which seemed to be one of your specialities, you sat up and her eyes followed you. and again, you both spoke over each other. 

“i should go to bed–” 

“i should probably go–” 

without much less, ellie pulled herself off the bed and collected her clothes that had been scattered. you pulled on your own shirt and the awkward silence was heavy in the room. after she had dressed she moved towards the door, hand on the handle. “i’ll see you at the next game?” her eyes scanned your face. 

“yeah, i’ll see you then,” you said painfully and without so much of a second glance she left, the door swinging shut behind her. 

part five

[beardedmrbean]

Comedian and social media influencer Zach Sage Fox traveled to the West Bank to see if Palestinian people truly support the Hamas terror group. He almost didn’t make it out alive. 

Fox, who went viral earlier this year when his "Gaza Graduation" video featured anti-Israel protesters in New York City struggling to correctly answer basic questions about the Israel-Hamas war, has been on a crusade to educate his followers since the terror attacks of October 7. He recently brought his popular man-on-the-street style interviews to the West Bank, a contentious territory that Palestinians hope to establish as an independent state along with the Hamas-controlled Gaza Strip.

Fox, a "loud and proud" Jewish American, was in Israel to create content when a member of his production team offered him the opportunity to enter the West Bank alongside a Muslim producer and cameraman. Fox knew it could be a dangerous project but was interested because American journalists are rarely able to secure unfettered access to Palestinians.  

"Israelis are literally not allowed into Palestine; they're not allowed into the West Bank. However, I'm not Israeli, I'm an American Jew, and it doesn't say ‘Jew’ on my passport. So, I was told, ‘As long as you don't say you're Jewish, you know, they're not going to kill you on the spot,’" Fox told Fox News Digital. 

"I really looked in the mirror that night and I said, ‘I think I could pass for Italian,’" Fox continued. "I'm going to take the risk." 

To get ready for the daring trip, Fox removed his signature flair, such as jewelry and nail polish, and wore the most "masculine" outfit he had. He didn’t tell most of his friends and family back in America about his plans, explaining that they would likely have talked him out of it. 

During the journey, Fox told anyone who asked he was an Italian American and was able to cross the border into the West Bank without issue, which he felt was "kind of shocking." 

Fox began his time in the West Bank with a prearranged interview with a man who was described to him by his Muslim producer as a "very smart and civil," "somewhat moderate" thinker who holds a Master’s degree and speaks good English. They sat down at a coffee shop in Ramallah, the Palestinian "capital" located near Jerusalem.

The man denied that "innocent Israelis" were killed during the attacks of October 7, expressed support for Hamas and suggested rape never occurred during the barbaric attacks. 

"I realized quickly, if this is someone being presented to me as one of the more educated people, I might be in for a real shock," Fox said. 

Then he hit the streets to find locals and recorded a series of spontaneous interviews while walking around Ramallah. But Fox said "things got very contentious very quick" once he hit the streets. 

"It was like one after another, massive love and support for Hamas," Fox said. 

"I was specifically looking for younger people thinking, OK, someone here is not going to support Hamas. And they all do," he continued. "It really ranged from sympathy to actual love and admiration for Hamas…. I thought I would find at least some people who were not diehard Hamas supporters, and I couldn’t find one." 

Fox found several people walking West Bank streets who were quick to express support for the Hamas terror group and declared Israeli hostages should not be released. He said things grew particularly dicey when he tried to interview a woman whose hair was fully covered. 

"This Palestinian man comes up, and he starts screaming in Arabic, and my translator and producer tells me he's very upset," Fox said. 

Fox recalled the man yelling "something about modesty," and that females shouldn’t speak for all Palestinians. Fox attempted to ignore the man, but he only grew more agitated and started calling additional Palestinian men for support. 

"They start screaming in Arabic, and I’m still just trying to be professional and go on and interview people. Eventually, my producer tells me he’s threatening to hurt us if we don’t delete the footage. I’ve never had anything like this happen in my entire career… never, no one threatened violence," Fox said.

"Then that violence turned into death threats very quickly," Fox added, noting that he initially pushed back and refused to delete the footage. "The Arabic started getting louder, more men started coming."

Fox said he’s probably "crazy," and wanted to continue to stand his ground, but pivoted when his Muslim cameraman said he was terrified for his life.

"Eventually I cave because my cameraman tells me they’re threatening to kill us… we deleted a bunch of the footage in front of him," he said.

"Then my producer and my cameraman grab my arm, we run to the car, and it was a pretty eye-opening experience," he continued. "We really bolted out of Palestine… luckily they didn’t chase us to the car."

Fox enlisted a team of IT specialists who were able to recover some of the footage, and every interview that was salvaged made the viral "Wild West Bank" video. He lost some valuable footage but said he’s "happy to be out of there alive" and is thrilled he recovered enough footage to make an impact. 

"Wild West Bank" has been viewed over 4.7 million times on X alone. 

Fox noted that many Jewish people don’t refer to the West Bank as "Palestine," but he decided to use that moniker in his video and subsequent conversations about it for "kumbaya purposes."  

"Obviously there's a land that Palestinians are living in, and the dream would be that there's a two-state solution, at least for me. However, once I got there, I realized that dream seems further than ever," Fox said. 

Last month, the Department of State urged Americans to avoid the West Bank because of "terrorism and civil unrest."

[dreamsy990]

SPONTANEOUS MINI REVIEW BECAUSE I REALIZED THAT I HAVENT FUCKING TALKED ABOUT FRAGMENTARY PASSAGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ok so. i actually really liked this one!

so uh. if you witnessed that incredibly long thread i made yelling about kh3 you will know that i. am not a fan of the look of modern kh. i think its kind of uninteresting compared to the delightfully cartoony style and just generally i dont like more realistic looks to games that already had a unique visual identity.

so im here to say that i think it works for 0.2! im a good way through kh3 and i dont think it works well there and ill get to that when i eventually review that game but. in 0.2 i think the new style fits the more dark tone very nicely, and the enviornments are absolutely gorgeous. like i came out of ddd thinking absolutely nothing could top symphony of sorcery in terms of world design and was proven wrong. the realm of darkness is my new favorite kh "world". for my mutuals who havent played kh, look at this!!! its absolutely gorgeous

and the environments are actually my favorite thing about this game. besides being beautiful, theyre also delightfully trippy and unsettling. theres a section where you have to climb up a seemingly never ending staircase, and every time you reach what you think is the top you hear aquas worst thoughts. a lot of the areas are twisted, destroyed versions of worlds seen in bbs. its very dark (fitting, for the realm of darkness) and honestly its a treat to just walk around admiring the view. the visual storytelling is as good as kh ever gets.

i briefly mentioned aquas thoughts a minute ago so ill bring them up again, her commentary adds a lot to the desolate atmosphere, and this game really feels like a character study. it shows her desperation, her worst thoughts, her hope despite everything, and its just genuinely good. i havent been able to say that about khs character writing since like. days. its GOOD.

i am. not a fan of bbs' writing. i think its got a good underlying concept with absolutely terrible execution, and it makes me wonder at times if the things i like about it were intentional or not. but this game takes the best written character of bbs and gives her more depth than they ever could before. i can say with confidence that aqua is one of the best characters in the series, and a lot of it is because of this game.

the tone here is very gloomy, but thats not really a complaint because the game is so short. the depressing atmosphere isnt too much to bear because youre barely in it for more than 2 hours. and i think that run time is EXACTLY long enough. it goes for exactly as long as it needs to tell the story and still give a moment to breathe.

as for gameplay. im not the biggest fan of the updated system. i like to think im open to change with kh's combat. i think the command deck has potential and the card system in com was fun and i actually liked days' panel system. but something about the way this new version of the system feels to play is just. unsatisfying. hits dont feel like they have any weight to me, and spells feel inconsequential despite being more grandiose than ever. its just not as good as it was before, and like its a sort of half assed replacement of reaction commands. the way they incorporated style changes into it was okay, but again its not as satisfying as it was in bbs. but maybe it was just satisfying in bbs because the rest of the combat there sucked

tldr, the things i care about in a game (writing and visuals) were fucking spectacular, but the gameplay definitely had room to improve. also if i ever have to fight a darkside again ill throw up and cry! 8/10, though im tempted to raise it to a 9 for the environments alone

[diino8081]

chat what if i said i had yet ANOTHER ninjago crossover au

i already made ninjago x mcyt (mcyt in ninjago) but what if i ALSO made mcyt x ninjago (ninjago in mcyt)

i decided to spontaneously throw the ninja into the life series, specifically the newest season, wild life

the way they'd get there is through fighting the watchers. i'm not really sure why the watchers would be looking for them but it might be cause they're looking for new members and the ninja would be a fun twist.

the watchers, being the godlike entities they are, defeat the ninja rather easily; sending them through a purple portal that looks like the watcher symbol.

in the server, grian is giving the intro to the new series. suddenly the portal opens in the middle of the island, spewing the team out to the shock of the pre-existing members. those who are aware of the watchers and evo symbol are incredibly concerned.

there are introductions given and then most people scramble away and go to do their own thing, leaving the ninja, grian (who is very confused) and anyone curious enough on the spawn island.

finding nothing on why these new people are here, G tells the ninja there's nothing he can to to get them out unless they win or die. he gives them a small intro to the series and how things work and then leaves them to their own devices.

they kinda get better at the whole "world is cubes" thing and even end up punching a few trees for wood. the inventory system is a little jarring at first but most of them get used to it.

.

. .

. . .

aaaand then the wildcard hits. it's normal at first. but then they see giants in the distance and suddenly it's very much not.

it's all a bit mad really.

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that's the end of the story part as it's getting late and i can feel my brain turning off. i'll write a few notes, headcanons and trivial things below though

i feel like at some point the ninja will get in a fight and split up

the ninja do have their elemental powers but only to a small extent

one of the wild cards, likely near the end, will grant the entire server an elemental power. (the watchers got inspired by the world of ninjago and thought it would cause some major chaos.) the elements are likely those from the characters seen in the tournament of elements/sources, though i don't doubt that the watchers may have also come up with their own. this wild card may continue beyond the session.

zane, being made out of metal, likely is able to survive quite a few hits. though i did some research and titanium doesn't last forever when faced with repeated damage. (that is if bullets hit the same spot. i feel like he'd be much more durable towards other stuff, however not immune.) he'd make it to top 3.

when the season ends everyone goes back to their world of origin. they will be summoned back to the life series world next season

wild cards can last multiple days. a week at most

in ninjago most animals like cows and horses don't exist. a lot of things are unfamiliar to them except for dragons, chickens and fish

the ninja likely made their base in the field behind ren and martyn's base or behind gem and joel's

ok i think that's it, at least for part 1. idk if i'll continue writing this but there is a good chance i will. thanks for reading

[abitterberryblog]

hey. (slowly slides my hierarchy series fanart over to you)

here's belli !! i tried adding her missing finger that got bitten off but like i completely forgot which one it was. so if i'm wrong please pretend you don't notice.

ok so i randomly decided to slowly try drawing each of the main twotm cast individually, while each of them are doing something. for belli, i picked foundation. idk who i'm drawing next (pretty sure it's aequa but my adhd brain cannot make such promises) (who knows maybe i'll spontaneously decide to draw ulciscor or estevan or some random object again) (gasp... a transect!!) 

i'm so sorry to say that tumblr killed the quality and the bright colors SO bad BUT i hope you like it anyways !!

[riversofmars]

Soo... I've been working on something! A multi-chapter Caitvi fic exploring Caitlyn's dark path following s2 act 1. We deserved more of Dictator!Caitlyn and Pitfighter!Vi. Currently planned for 17 chapters, updates every wednesday! <3

Summary: Caitlyn loses herself in her quest for revenge. Without Vi to steady her, she gives herself over to the fight and the darkness, following Ambessa's advice and seeking distraction in Maddie. After months of occupation of Zaun with nothing to show for it, Caitlyn finds herself at the end of her tether. Something has to give, she needs to feel alive again. Going into Zaun alone at night, seeking out the lowest and most dangerous places seems to be the only thing that works. When she sees Vi fighting in the pits of the undercity, a series of events is kicked into motion that the commander has no means of stopping. Her journey takes her through the darkness to face her demons, as well as the woman she'd tried to cast from her life but simply can't forget about. (Rating: Explicit. Also tw for Cait/Maddie, because it's important for the plot ok??)

Chapter 1: Clay splintered, she’d found her mark, and the gunshot echoed through the otherwise peaceful night.

The air felt stiflingly hot, almost suffocatingly so. Caitlyn Kiramman groaned into the silence of her bedroom, a sound of frustration rather than enjoyment, as sweat beaded on her forehead. She ran a hand through her hair, absently brushing out a couple of knots which she shouldn’t be thinking about at this moment, but she did, and that was half the issue.

Growing more and more annoyed, she bucked her hips forward, chasing a sensation that was eluding her, a release that stubbornly remained out of her grasp, even as she tightened her other hand in Maddie Nolan’s hair. It wasn’t that the junior officer wasn’t trying, her mouth was just as eager between the commander’s legs as it was yapping in her ear for her approval all day, but it just wasn’t working.  

“Stop,” Caitlyn snapped at last, letting herself drop back into the pillows, and released Maddie’s hair. There was only so much disappointment she could stand for one night, she was fed up and her body was aching from pointless pursuits. The girl redoubled her efforts, tugging at her commander’s thighs to bring her closer, but the tenuous grip Caitlyn had on her patience failed her. Why couldn’t people just do as she said? “For fuck’s sake, just stop!” She shoved her back by her head and Maddie startled, scrambling to a kneeling position between her legs.

“I- I’m sorry, Commander-” she stuttered, her cheeks visibly flushed with embarrassment, even in the low light of the bedroom, and realising yet another mistake, she dropped her eyes self-consciously. “I mean Caitlyn. I-”

“It’s fine just-” Caitlyn almost felt bad for her outburst as she pulled herself upright. Avoiding her eyes, she reached for her nightgown that lay neatly folded by her bedside table. Absently it struck her how little passion was involved in these recreational encounters they had fallen into. Everything was choreographed and practical, spontaneity had nothing to do with it. “I’m just not in the right headspace-” She evaded a more complicated answer as she got to her feet and pulled the nightgown on. The Kiramman mansion was quiet around them, safe for the crackling of the fire that tinted the room in a flickering light. Caitlyn brushed her hair out from underneath her collar and took a deep breath, irritated by the tension that remained in her frame, like a coil that had been wound too tightly. 

“Maybe if you could just relax-” Maddie spoke up, her voice carrying a hopeful note, but it struck Caitlyn as almost accusatory through the lens of her insecurities and regrets.

“Isn’t that what I’m trying to do?!” the commander barked, annoyance tipping over into anger and the girl flinched, visibly startled by her outburst. “I’m sorry. It’s not you, I just-” Quickly Caitlyn apologised, if just because she knew she had to. She lost her temper far too often of late and while - unnervingly - she found it bothered her less and less, she was still rational enough to understand that that could become a problem. The best thing to do would be to walk away. “I need to clear my head…”

“If you want, I could draw you a bath?” Maddie suggested, eager to please as always. It was tiresome. “Or a massage-”

“No, no,” Caitlyn waved off her offers, yearning for peace and quiet as she often did when she’d had her junior officer stay. There was a strange dichotomy to it all. She didn’t want to be alone in a large house with the ghost of her mother and the shadow her father had become, needing something - someone - to tether her to the feeling of being alive. But she also didn’t like the person she was when she had the girl for company, who inadvertently provoked a strange mixture of regret, guilt and frustration in her superior. If she was being perfectly honest, it probably wasn’t Maddie… Caitlyn simply didn’t like herself an awful lot since she’d-

The commander stopped her thoughts in their tracks before they could take her down a painful avenue that she wasn’t prepared to venture down. Not again. Not tonight.

“I just need some space,” she announced, making for the door, and hoping Maddie at least understood a dismissal when she heard one. If she were to return to find her still lingering, having to be even more direct wouldn’t end well.

---

In the vast gardens of the Kiramman estate, Caitlyn could finally draw breath. They were completely private - thankfully - so the fact that she had stepped out of the house in nothing but a nightgown and a pair of heavy boots remained unobserved.

Oddly, she wasn’t cold, even with the night-time air against her bare legs and sweat drying on her skin. Thus was the advantage of the numbness that had settled around her very self over the past few months. Months that had felt like a lifetime in the fog of grief and anger. She had expected to feel powerful taking charge over the city of Piltover, in control as she brought law and order to the unruly undercity, she’d expected swift results, decisive action, but while so much had changed, at the same time nothing had.

Her mother was still dead.

Zaun continued to fight back.

Jinx was still out there.

Unexpectedly and violently, a roar of anger tore itself from the commander’s throat, startling a few birds out of the nearby bushes, lone witnesses that promptly took off into the night.

Caitlyn watched them fly into the darkness, away from the lights of the big house and she envied them. Freedom like that was not something she had ever felt, particularly not now that so much rested on her shoulders.

A nearly full moon hung in the sky, outlining the city of Piltover, the spokes and spires of metal and glass catching the pale light. It was striking and Caitlyn longed for the sense of privilege and honour she used to feel for being charged with the city’s protection, even when she had been a simple enforcer. It felt tainted now, having become inseparable from her desire for revenge.

Taking a deep breath of fresh air, the commander sought to clear her mind, at least for a time. She rolled her shoulders back, taut and stiff, and lifted her face up to the sky, longing for peace and ease to wash over her but it wasn’t to be. Her body continued to thrum with unspent energy, a symptom of her inaction through the last few days. Her days had become a tedious routine. Taking counsel with Ambessa Medarda, reading reports about the altercations in Zaun, fending off requests from Piltover’s high and mighty, staring - for hours - at the notice board that displayed their clues to finding Jinx…

Caitlyn started walking, giving in to the desperate urge to simply move. She marched along the far side of the house, to the shooting range, and fought back childhood memories of her mother teaching her how to hold a rifle. The garden paths were lined with lanterns, guiding her way through exuberant flowerbeds and decorative bushes, but their beauty was lost on her in her single-mindedness. Without delay she made for the small shed that housed a selection of weapons as well as the controls to set clay pigeons flying. It would prove a challenge for her eyesight with just the lanterns and the moon to guide her eye, but she wasn’t out to win any trophies. Those days were long behind her.

It didn’t take long to set the machine up with a steady, automated interval and the commander turned to the row of rifles that adorned the wall of the shed. There, she stalled, overcome for a moment by the realisation that half of the weapons in the display belonged to her mother. What was she meant to do with them? Remove them? Use them? Simply leave them as a memorial to the woman who had left a gaping wound in her life?

In the end, Caitlyn chose one of her own training rifles when the sound of a clay pigeon hitting the ground drew her mind back into focus. She had delayed too long. Loading up the gun, she made her way outside, taking up position at the top of the range. Rifle in hand she felt calmer, more in control, it served to focus her mind in a way she could only dream of in the day-to-day with so many conflicting voices and opinions in her ears.

The hissing sound of the next pigeon being vaulted into the air silenced all other thoughts. Caitlyn pulled the gun up to her shoulder, released a breath and fired. Clay splintered, she’d found her mark, and the gunshot echoed through the otherwise peaceful night. Gunshots in the dark were certainly better suited to Zaun than Piltover, but at that moment, she didn’t care. It felt good. Thoughtfully, as she reloaded her weapon, she wondered what nights in Zaun were like these days, whether people were plotting against her, whether Jinx was having a laugh at her expense, whether Vi was-

A pigeon shot past her, merciful distraction and she fired, raining down shards of clay in the bushes at the far end of the range.

She reloaded again, burying herself in the routine in the hope of silencing her mind.

Smash. Another pigeon blew apart.

Reload.

Smash.

For a moment, Caitlyn thought she’d seen a flash of something blue in the darkness. Hair. Not the inky dark tone of hers but lighter.

Reload.

The commander worried her lower lip between her teeth.

Smash.

She imagined Jinx. That self-satisfied, mad grin of hers. Her shimmer-tinted eyes. And that laugh. It echoed through Caitlyn’s mind as she shoved another round of ammunition into her rifle. She could feel her heart race, pulsing all the way to her fingertips as she pulled the trigger.

Smash.

Caitlyn was an excellent shot. Why hadn’t Vi let her take it?! She knew the answer, of course, and having had months to process events, she wasn’t sure she could have lived with the guilt if she had killed the child, but that didn’t take away from the feeling of betrayal, the fact that she had chosen her sister, again , after everything-  

Angry tears blurred Caitlyn’s vision as she reloaded the gun. A flash of memory plagued her, Vi’s eyes, swimming in tears, betrayed, upset, heartbroken.

The pigeon shot past her, sooner than she had anticipated in her preoccupied state. She ripped up the rifle quickly and pulled the trigger. The bullet whipped through the air and overshot its target. The clay bird fell to the ground and splintered, untouched, and a sob escaped the shooter, much as she tried to hold it in and bury it alongside the painful, distracting memories that had provoked it. 

It had been months! How much longer would she have to carry this guilt? The regret? How much longer until her heart healed around the void Vi had left? Perhaps never finding closure would be her punishment for her transgressions…

Feeling worse emotionally, but calmer in herself, Caitlyn walked back to the shed and turned off the pigeon shooting apparatus. She didn’t have time for such distractions, she told herself sternly as she returned the rifle to its place in the cabinet and dragged her hand across her face to clear away unbidden tears. She had to be stronger than that, for her mother, for her city, to live up to the title she had been given.

“Begs the question, young Kiramman…” Grayson’s voice echoed in her mind as she turned back towards the mansion. “What are you shooting for?”

She didn’t even know anymore.

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Once inside, Caitlyn found the house silent and hoped it meant that Maddie had left. She simply didn’t have the patience for her now, particularly when she felt more fragile than she would have liked. It was sad really, but she couldn’t see herself confiding in the girl or seeking comfort. Maybe that would happen with time but for now, she was better off on her own.

Toeing off her boots by the back-door, she padded across thick, soft carpet, making her way through to the sitting room and cast a glance at the grandfather clock in the corner. It was gone midnight. The household staff had long since been off duty and her father likely was asleep too, not that anyone would have been much comfort to her now. It was lonely at the top, her mother had always told her, and difficult to know whom one could trust, who truly had your interests at heart or who sought your favour for your position. Her mother’s lessons resonated with her more than ever before.

From the sitting-room, Caitlyn walked on into her office. It wasn’t as big as the chambers her mother had used, but she hadn’t been able to bring herself to move her things in there yet. That would mean accepting she was truly gone…

She rounded her desk, piled high with all manner of reports and notes. Over the past months, she had turned into more of a workaholic than she had already been. For the time being, she tried to ignore it, and made for the small drinks cabinet in the corner. Where sex failed her, alcohol was her last port of call to try and relax her. Whiskey was disgusting but had a satisfying burn to it that she found she craved, and she filled a crystal tumbler to observe some decorum rather than drinking straight from the bottle.

The liquor burned its way down her throat and she almost choked on the bitter taste. Another sip and she felt calmer, releasing a shaky breath and turned back to the desk.

Perhaps it was time…

The commander blamed her emotional outburst, her treacherous mind, her deeply seeded weakness for picking up the file that she hid in the bottom drawer of her desk. Thoughtfully, she ran her thumb across the folder and gulped more whiskey to drown any sentimentality that reared its head.

She could only imagine how Ambessa would disapprove of her gathering this information but she enjoyed the small measure of rebellion against the matriarch’s advice. There were plenty of decisions she could - and would - make for herself, such was the prerogative of being the sole figure of authority in the city. No-one had dared object when she had tasked a couple of trustworthy officers with gathering information on where Vi was, to find out what she was getting up while leaving her to it. The commander appreciated it when people simply followed her orders and she’d rationalised it to herself with the power knowledge bore. Caitlyn had always liked holding all the cards, analysing all the pieces on the board and basing her decisions on evidence rather than emotion. It was only with Vi that she-

She stopped herself short of admitting how different things were with the soulful, pink-haired girl.

Instead, she opened the file she had thus far avoided, sinking down in the large chair behind the desk. She knew it was a slippery slope, allowing herself to be dragged into her connection to her, but tonight she didn’t have the strength to resist. Draining her glass, her inhibitions left her and she started reading. Her brow scrunched into a frown. It would have been an easy thing to explain it away as straining her eyes in the low light, but it was her involuntary concern with the situation Vi found herself in, the realisation of how far one could fall in the lowest reaches of Zaun. Her own choice clearly, but-

“Caitlyn?” A softly-spoken voice jolted the commander from her troubled thoughts.

“Father!” Caitlyn startled, her heart jumping into her throat as her eyes shot up to Tobias Kiramman who had appeared in the doorway.

“I- I heard the gunshots…” he said, concern painted across his sullen features. It had been a long time since Caitlyn had last seen the smile he used to regard her with.

“I’m sorry. I just-” Quickly, she flipped the file shut, as though she had been caught at something illicit, fearing he could see all the conflicting emotions that waged war inside her mind. She didn’t want to add to his troubles. She hadn’t been able to save his wife, the least she could do for him now was be a good daughter and not burden him more.

“I know,” he acknowledged with a barely noticeable nod. “How are you?” He gestured towards the desk and Caitlyn made sure to nudge her glass behind one of the piles.

“Oh just… doing some work…” She gave a little shrug of response, trying for a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “I couldn’t sleep.”

“You never knew when to take a break,” he commented with a forlorn expression. “Just like your mother…” He stopped himself from saying any more, either because he couldn’t bear it or because he’d noticed how his daughter had tensed at those words. “I’m sorry… I don’t mean to keep going on…”

“You miss her,” Caitlyn returned softly, her heart breaking for him all over again. It had to be difficult to have her as a constant reminder of what he had lost. The spitting image of his wife, seemingly becoming more and more similar to her every day… “I do too,” she admitted in a moment of weakness. “She would know what to do…”

“She would be proud of you. Of what you’re doing,” Tobias said after a long, heavy pause. “Even if it brings you sleepless nights…” He didn’t, however, venture into the room, comfort her as a father perhaps ought to when realising their child was struggling. Instead he said the things he probably thought she’d want to hear. “She would be proud of your dedication, your… sacrifice.”

Caitlyn felt as though the file grew hot in her hand and she released it, ashamed of her weakness. Had it been a sacrifice? Pushing Vi away? It certainly felt like it.  

“I’ll leave you to it,” he said, seemingly knowing nothing else to do and Caitlyn didn’t either.

“Goodnight.”

[aihoshiino]

Do you think Ai was emotionally numb? Or she was passive? I mean she is def not ok/stable emotionally but what do you think about her emotional state?

If anything, I would actually say the opposite - Ai's issue is that she feels things very strongly but after spending basically her entire life only able to express a very narrow band of her full emotional range, she has been left largely incapable of comprehending and contextualizing her own emotions.

This is likely something she would've had difficulty with regardless of whether or not she became an idol. Ai is explicitly a child of an extremely emotionally and physically abusive household and implicitly a person with autism. Both of these things individually can contribute to or correlate with the development of alexithymia, which is basically just the fancy medical term for the type of emotional blindness and struggles with organic empathy that we see present in Ai, both in the main series and the side stories.

The first chapter of Spica is quite telling in this regard, set as it is in the POV of a much younger Ai who is still fresh to being an idol and hasn't quite remade herself as a liar just yet. In fact, she is characterized here as being too honest, blunt and straightforward to the point of rudeness. But as Ai herself puts it:

All Ai ever did was say what was on her mind, plain and simple. It wasn't like she was going out of her way to make people either like or dislike her.

Not only is this fascinating from a perspective of contrast with her older self, it's also indicative that this alexithymia is something inherent to the way she behaves socially even outside of being an idol. This behavior is so instinctive to her, in fact, that part of her arc in Spica revolves around her having to literally, textually and explicitly learn how to mask and perform 'normal' behaviour like the presumably neurotypical people around. It's kind of funny how on the nose it is.

Now take all of that and add it to the fact that Ai spent all of her teen years, the period of her life where she would have been able to start working this shit out and forging her own identity, aggressively curating her emotional responses and performing a version of herself that is, by her own admission, simply inhuman. Always smiling, never showing any negativity or vulnerability. She must perform as a maximally enthralling and captivating version of herself, adhering to an ever-increasing and self-contradicting set of expectations. She is not just a person, but a product to be sold and one that must increasingly return the investments others have put into her. She has to be everything to everyone and even when she succeeds at doing so, she ends up being punished for it.

With all that in mind, it really is no surprise that she ends up relatively detached and necessarily distant from her own emotions as an idol, but that doesn't mean that she doesn't feel them as a person. At various points across the prologue arc, we even see her slip into spirals of negativity in surprising contrast to the assertions of characters later in the story that she never let any of it show.

Not only that but the biggest, most explosive show of outward emotion we ever see from Ai in the series is her spontaneous, authentic and goofy ass smile when she spots the twins performing their wota dance.

Definitely not the face of a girl who's emotionally numb!

[can-i-explode-now]

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[starabsol]

okay so this is like a rant and questions and shit i have on my mind about pokemon advanced/contestshipping because i can

something that has always confused me is— where the HELL did solidad come from? during the entirety of the hoenn contest circuit we never saw her, neither in the entirety of the kanto circuit UNTIL the grand festival. and you can go and counter this with a “she only started participating in contests during the kanto circuit” which like, yes, is reasonable. there’s one thing that very much bothers me though. in the spontaneous combusken episode brianna (who looked up to drew) literally STATED may was the only female coordinator he had respect for. and she is OBSESSED with him, and watched all of his contests, by the way. and then, SOLIDAD COMES IN??? HUH??? atp i’m convinced solidad was like a last minute decision to say some shit about drew because obviously he ain’t the character so do so himself, and that feels so wrong to me. like her only reason of existence in the anime is just to spill stuff from drew’s past or whatever.. you could’ve introduced her sooner, and then later it could’ve been like “woah! she knows DREW?” but no she just came out of nowhere and that was it. ok so that’s point one

secondly, why did they only reveal the reason harley dislikes may so much is at the END of the kanto circuit? a whole ass season after they even met? like we get convinced in the beginning he just hates this girl because he called his pokemon scary and didn’t go all crazy over his cookies, and then like bam this girl that looked like her stole his cookies and that’s why he’s so angry. so what was the point of the first reason he hated her so much..??? and with this you could counter “well he didn’t recognize her yet” would be fair except they look exactly the fuckinf same, OR “he just kept it to himself” which i find not so fitting as harley, each time we get a shot of him just doing his own thing, he talks to himself and is just constantly rambling about. so if he DID recognize her, i feel like he would’ve said at least SOMETHING about that.

thirdly, why the hell was drew in only 2 contests along with may? ONLY FUCKING TWO leading up to both of the grand festivals. which like, all right, i do understand, they want their battles to be long awaited and heated, totally fair. but it feels so wrong to call him a main rival, if, out of quite a few contests she participated in, she only battled him face to face once, in her first contest. the rest of the things he really only did is just keep an eye on may and make a haughty comment here and there to piss her off, and stopping harley, a few times. it’s exciting, sure, but it would’ve been so much more rewarding if may won from him after more than just two losses (in actual competitions) but, again, that’s the way i look at it.

fourth, this is much rather more rambling than a straight up question i ask myself every so often, but… i’ve read a shit ton of contestshipping fics. and thing i noticed very frequently is that in the stories that are written drew always has a burning hatred against harley, which feels odd. because, during the entirety of the series, the only moment he really got mad was after the whole assist commotion. the rest of the times? he laughed him off, for instance after harley lost to may in the hoenn grand festival, and in mays last contest before the kanto grand festival. "arent you smart!” and the “you better not make me any angrier drew” “back at ya” like bro this mf does not feel threatened by him AT ALL. he even complimented that he raised his pokemon very well, which, i am sure he wouldn’t have said if he hated him as much as people make out as he does. and the brianna being really fuckinf bratty and evil thing… if anything she’d seem somewhat of a sensitive and shy girl, in worst case scenario she’d call into a depression if they got together or something.

fifth, and my last question, how the hell are there enough contests to give out ribbons? aren’t there like, more than 200 participants in one grand festival? and every coordinator needs at least 5 ribbons? that means 1000 ribbons to be given out, in one year, in one region. and you have like the wallace cup thing, but it’s held every year, and the ribbon from the wallace cup can be used in any region, so that’s barely filling anything in. so where the HELL do the 999 ribbons come from? wouldn’t they have to hold like a dozen of contests? because, obviously, there’s coordinators who have less than 5 ribbons, unable to enter in the grand festival, which means there’s only more ribbons to add up to the 1000 total. and yeah, more ribbons could be given out in smaller contests in smaller towns, but there was never much mention of that. it’s just really fucking vague

that was my rant. please tell me what you think………please

[eadanga]

Royal Love Part 21

Summary: Now 18 Eleanor heads to her first year of college and falls for a handsome musician. Can she keep her royal secret be with her true love?

A/N: This series is for @kingliam2019 one of my 500 followers giveaway winners

Eleanor came back from the party and laid on her bed she cried into her pillow I can’t believe this. A knock came at the door “Elle you left the party in tears what happened can I come in?”

“Yeah sure”

She opens the door and sits down beside her “Did you tell him about?”

“Yeah I did”

“What happened?”

“He said he needs to think about it you know what that means”

“It means give him time”

“Forget it it’s over you should have seen his face”

“No you can’t think like that”

Eleanor sighs “Can I get a moment please?”

Marissa nods “You know where to find me” She leaves the room

Eleanor clutches her pillow as she feels an ache in her chest taking a deep breath she dials her dad

“Hi my princess what’s?”

“Dad I…” She takes a deep breath “I told Cole everything”

Liam pauses before he answers “How did he take it?”

“Said he needed to think about it but the look he had on his face I don’t know dad it…may be over”

Liam pauses again then speaks “I’m flying over”

“Dad you don’t”

“Please I need to be there for you it breaks my heart to know you’re in pain and I’m not there to help you”

Eleanor gives a small smile “Ok dad”

“I’ll be over tomorrow princess”

****

Eleanor awakens the next day to smell of pancakes, eggs and bacon What is she walks out her room and sees her dad and Marissa in the kitchen

“Wow the king can make some food? Don’t you have servants for that though?”

Liam chuckles as he sets the kettle to boil “I may be king but I’m a regular guy like everyone else”

“That is true”

“Dad how’d you get in here?”

“I’m a master a disguise”

Marissa giggles “He means I helped him”

Liam chuckles “She did indeed”

Eleanor giggles then goes to hug Liam “I’m glad you’re here”

Liam tightens his arms around her “Me too now hurry and eat and get dressed”

“Why? Where are we going?”

“You’ll see” He hands her a plate “Eat up I’ll be waiting by the car”

Eleanor smiles as she digs into her breakfast then heads to get dressed She heads out and sees Liam waving next to a black tinted car. He holds the door open for her “Shall we?”

Eleanor grins then heads to the car and they drive in a comfortable silence before Eleanor breaks it “Where are we going dad?”

“To a very special place” The car stops and Eleanor looks in confusion

“Dad what is this place?”

“It’s where I met your mother”

“You met mom here?”

Liam nods “Yup your uncle Drake took me out for a little party because it was the social season and soon I was to pick a bride I wasn’t having fun cause all I could think about was how I had to be engage to someone by the end of year someone I wasn’t gonna love I was dreading heading back home”

“What happened?”

“We stopped by this bar and I went to take a call but when I came back I saw the most beautiful woman”

Eleanor grins “Mom?”

“Oh yes even in her waitress uniform her beauty outshined everything”

Eleanor giggles “Then what happened?”

“You’re about to find out” He takes her hand and guides her down the street to a club “This is where she took us next so we could have some fun and we talked then she something spontaneous for me” He takes her hand and guides her to a bridge

Eleanor grins “Is that the Statue of Liberty?”

Liam nods “She called in a favor and had a boat ride around it and speaking of here comes our boat now”

Eleanor grins “Dad you didn’t have to do all this”

“That smile on your face is worth it my princess now let’s board” They head on the boat and get close to the statue “And this is where I asked her to marry me imagine my joy when she said yes”

“You’re love story is so sweet”

“It is and so will yours”

Eleanor sighs “But what if he rejects me?”

“Then that’s his loss forget doesn’t mean anything is wrong with you”

Eleanor smiles “I know I just starting to fall for him and I can’t help”

Liam places a hand on her shoulder “I know you can’t just turn off your feelings but like I told you before if he truly loves you he’ll accept you as you are”

“Like how you fell for mom?”

“I know she had a difficult time during the social season but I didn’t care where she came from I love her all the same”

Eleanor grins “Thanks dad you’re the best”

“Anytime my princess now shall we get some lunch?”

“Did you make it?”

“I was thinking we can go to a restaurant”

Eleanor grins “No I want you to make it”

Liam chuckles “Ok let’s head to the store and decide what to make”

Tags: @choicesgodfanatic @indiacater @the-soot-sprite @princess-geek @iaminlovewithtrr @gkittylove99 @twinkleallnight @kingliam2019

[birdofmay]

30 Days of Autism Acceptance 2023

Hello, apparently I act as a substitute teacher this autism acceptance month 😄 @autie-j is busy, so my therapist and I spontaneously thought of 30 questions for 2023 - to be "published" before 1 April 2023 starts in the timezone UTC+14. Which... wasn't much time. If you see this, we made it! 😎

Rules:

Copy and paste the question you want to answer into an own post - this means don't answer via reblog!

You can answer as many or as few as you like. No force, for real.

Tag your post as #30daysofautismacceptance and #2023

1 April: The typical introduction question! Tell us something about yourself. If you can't think of anything, try these: What do you enjoy to do in your free time? What music or series/show do you like? Are you happy with your current living situation/the people you live with? What's one of your favourite foods?

2 April: When were you diagnosed and when did you know that you're autistic? If you're self-diagnosed, when did you first suspect that you're autistic and when were you sure?

3 April: How good or bad is your memory for things people say? For example verbal instructions. If you're deaf: Can you lip read? Do you think your autism influences your ability to lip read?

4 April: Were/are you in special education? Regular school? Home schooled? A private school? Did it change over time? Did/do you like it?

5 April: Did/do you have accommodations at school/IEP? If not, do you think it would help/have helped you?

6 April: Can you understand what people say when they talk fast, or do you lose track after a while? Was it different when you were younger? Additional question if your hearing is aided: If your hearing is aided, does that trigger sensory overloads sometimes?

7 April: Do you have other diagnoses? What are they? Do you think that some could be incorrect?

8 April: Do you struggle to read long texts or are you one of those people who can read everything with ease (Braille counts too of course)? If you're blind, do you struggle to pay attention when a screen reader reads a long text, or is it ok?

9 April: Did an interest ever turn into an "obsession" for you? If not, do you regularly experience hyperfocus when you engage in your special interest? If nothing applies, tell us about your longest interest, no matter if it's a special interest or not!

10 April: Can you understand speech when there is background noise? If you're deaf: Could you understand speech when you were younger? If your hearing is aided: Does the sound make listening to speech uncomfortable to you?

11 April: If you learned to speak as a child (definition for this post: the ability to use spontaneous speech (mouth words) to communicate in at least two-word sentences), did your ability to speak improve after that, stayed the same, decrease, or did something happen that you can't speak at all anymore now?

If you never learned to speak, did it take you a while to find a good communication method (for example sign language didn't work, communication board was too confusing, but AAC device is ok)?

12 April: Were/are you in speech therapy? If so, for what? If not, do you think speech therapy could have helped you?

13 April: How important are routines to you? Are your routines more based on time ("I always do this at 6pm!"), on habits ("I always drink from this cup!") or both?

14 April: If you learned to speak as a child, were you a late talker, average age, or did you speak at a really young age? If you never learned to speak, how do you communicate? For example an AAC device, sign language, a communication board, etc.

15 April: If you can perceive the facial expression of others and learned to recognise the meaning to a degree, did you learn that in social skills training, by your own "hard work", or was it a mix of both? Are there patterns that you understand intuitively (for example recognising fear because it's not so different from how you behave when you feel fear)? - if this question doesn't apply to you, you have a day off! :)

16 April: If you can perceive the facial expression of others, but struggle to learn the meaning, are there strategies you use to at least guess if the person reacts in a good, neutral or bad way to you (for example to spot if you made someone angry by accident)? Do you rely on how their voice sounds as a backup? - if this question doesn't apply to you, not even in your childhood, you have a day off! :)

17 April: If you can't perceive the facial expression of others (for example because you focus too much on details, struggle to perceive people in general, or because you're blind), do you pay attention to the tone of their voice? Can you hear if someone is angry if they don't tell you? - if this question doesn't apply to you, you have a day off! :)

18 April: If you can perceive the facial expression of others, how long does it take you to spot a pattern in new people (for example you observe someone for a while and at some point you know "This person is insecure because they always have that look when they're insecure")? - if this question doesn't apply to you, you have a day off! :)

19 April: Did your ability to express yourself improve or worsen/deteriorate over time? Or did it stay the same? Is it different depending on how you communicate (spoken language, written language, signed...)?

20 April: If you can (or could when you were younger) say words with your mouth (echolalia counts), did/do you have a monotone or "odd" voice, speak too loudly/softly, etc.? Did/do you practice to modulate your voice?

21 April: If you can (or could when you were younger) say words with your mouth, did/do you struggle to pronounce words or sounds? For example r, th, s, etc. - if this question doesn't apply to you, you have a day off :)

22 April: If you can speak (the ability to use spontaneous speech (mouth words) to communicate in at least two-word sentences), do you experience speech loss/verbal shutdowns, etc.? Meaning that you normally can speak, but sometimes you suddenly can't anymore. Semiverbal/semispeaking people and unreliably speaking people (apraxia), you count as "speaking" if you can use spontaneous(!) speech most of the time.

If you can't speak, are there times when communication suddenly is harder than usual? If not, was it different when you were younger?

23 April: Do you have balance issues? If not, was it different when you were younger?

24 April: How did your fine motor skills develop? Were you one of the first kids who could tie their shoe laces or do you think you'll probably never learn it? This is an "open question", if you want to ramble, start rambling.

25 April: How did your gross motor skills develop? Did you walk early or did you struggle to walk (if you can walk)? Do you have a bad posture? This is another "open question".

26 April: If you're interested in other people/want contact, how do you normally make contact with others? Do you stay where you are and hope that they approach you, or do you approach them?

If you're not interested in other people, do others respect and understand that? Were you negatively affected by the "autistics are very social actually and want friends, they just don't know how to do that!" mentality (for example that everyone tries to force social interactions because they think you secretly want social contacts)?

27 April: If you have/want real-life friends, how much contact is important for you and when is it too much? Do/would you miss your friends if you wouldn't see each other in person for a while?

28 April: As a child, did you tend to express yourself overly formally? Or did you struggle with grammar? Did you "borrow" words and expressions from other people or media, or did you make up your own words? Or both?

29 April: Was your hand-eye coordination delayed or maybe is still impaired? This includes things like throwing and catching a ball, putting a key into a lock without missing it, etc. Everything where your brain needs to process what your eyes see so that your hands can adjust what they do. If you're blind, tell us if you think your autism made it harder for you to estimate where things are, using your hands.

30 April: If you're interested in other people/want contact, did you try to make friends on your own when you were younger, or didn't you initiate anything because you didn't know what to do?

If you're not interested in other people, did/do you still enjoy online contact? If not, did/do people assume you're lonely and try to interact with you all the time?

[seriesxwriting]

I have a request for rafe!!

basically reader was in a toxic relationship before rafe and still don’t know how to act bc he’s good to her?? like she asks if he’s ok with her clothes and if she can use one specifically bikini … rafe just notice theses things and ask her why she always do that and if he did something for her to feel that way and she tells him everything ( english is not my first language so I’m sorry if it’s confusing)

Omgg!! Thank you so much for this request i love your idea and i hope i can capture it in my writing how you imagined it!! (also your English is really good, don’t worry <3)

Forhead kisses

W rafe cameron

Series- outer banks

Warnings- talks about a previous toxic relationship, kissing, swearing, mentions of fighting.

Summary- request ❤️

Phone call-

Rafe-“Hey gorgeous im outside, are you ready?”

Y/n-“Um- no not really im so sorry, could you come in please i need to ask you something?”

Rafe- “Don’t apologise hun, ill be up in a second”

Y/n- “Thank you rafe- ill see you in a sec”

Rafe stopped the engine on his jeep and stepped out going towards my house, walking up the brick steps. He let himself in as my parents weren’t in and came straight up to my room where i was waiting for him.

“Morning gorgeous” he smiled pushing the door open and walking over to me. “Hey handsome” i smiled brightly feeling Rafe embrace me in his arms, he placed a soft kiss on the top of my forehead. I loved when he did that, i felt so safe. “What did you need to ask me” he wondered taking a place on my bed hugging one of my pillows, while watching over at me standing in front of the mirror.

“Can i wear this today like- like what do you think of this- is it okay?” I stuttered awkwardly, turning my body towards him. “You look amazing hun like always, you can wear whatever you feel comfortable in” rafe gave up a simple smile. He was so cute. “Really? -I really like this bikini I brought it last year but i haven’t worn it yet” “i like it, red suits you”.

“Thank you- let me grab some shorts and then we can get a move on” i smiled feeling all warm inside. Rafe did that to me. I collected my things for the beach and we left the house getting into the car. Rafe opened the car door for me, my stomach felt like butterflies were fluttering around in a frenzy anytime rafe did something like that for me. It was just so thoughtful, I wasn’t used to the princess treatment.

“I also wanted to apologise for not texting you back last night” i looked over at him sitting in the drivers seat he was concentrating hard on the roads. “You’ve already done that hun, its okay you were with family i get it” “so you wasn’t angry I didn’t text you all night?” I questioned biting my lip. “Well i missed you but of course not, you were busy your allowed to have a life” rafe moved his hand to my thigh rubbing it softly with his thumb.

“Rafe” i voiced lowly after he’d finished parking up the car, he looked over at me staring into my eyes. “I love you” i placed my hand on top of his. “I love you too” he smiled across to me moving over to kiss my forehead again. There were them damn butterflies again.

Seems my parents were away with family today therefore me and rafe had planned to spend it together by going to the beach first and then out on a date when it got dark. The whole thing was Rafe’s idea I would have just suggested watching films all day in my bed. He got out the car picking up both our bags on the way. Then we made our way down to the sand. We laid our towels down leaving our stuff there and spontaneously ran into the big blue sea splashing about with each other like children.

“Oh my god Rafe! i cant believe you just soaked my hair like that” i giggled splashing him back with all my force. “You splashed me first” he laughed swimming towards me, i swam away best I could in fits of laughter but of course the boy caught me pulling me towards him. My legs wrapped around his waist and my arms, his neck. “Got you” he whispered pecking me on the lips. “Hm, im okay with it” i shrugged leaning in to kiss him softly.

One of his hands was fastened to my waist while the other move to my cheek. “So, where do you want to eat later?” Rafe smiled pulling away to ask his question. “We don’t have to go out if its too much hassle we can get a takeaway, your staying around anyway” “making you happy isnt a hassle y/n, besides i want to take you out”. I smiled an involuntary smile, i couldn’t help it he just made me feel so content.

“I was thinking the high cotton in Charleston, i’ll drive” “thats fancy” I smirked raising an eyebrow. “Have you been?” “no but my parents went for their anniversary, apparently its hard to get a reservation” “Not if your friends with the owner” rafe winked making me chuckle. “Sounds perfect, i cant wait” “me too, cant wait to see your outfit” Rafe wiggled his eyebrows at me.

My heart dropped. Shit what was i going to wear. It was a fancy restaurant so I couldn’t be under dressed and i had to look sensible too. I had to cover up a bit so I looked modest but i wanted to look good too. And rafe has to like the outfit obviously, he had to approve first.

“Come on, lets go get dry so we can pick up an ice cream” rafe nodded at the shore. “Only if i can choose the place” I bargained with him. “What ever you want beautiful” rafe told me shrugging.

Later on that evening-

“Y/n, hun are you alright you’ve been in there for like half an hour” rafe knocked on my walk-in wardrobe door. “Um- yeah, two seconds” i called out to my boyfriend while looking in my mirror fluffing my hair out over my shoulders. I opened the door, Rafe was standing at my dresser wearing a suit, he turned around to look at me. His eyes automatically widened.

“Can i wear this dress? Does it look okay” “sit down gorgeous” rafe nodded at the bed, my heart dropped with fear but still i did as he said. Rafe wondered over, perching next to me. “You look stunning, your perfect everything about you is” rafe told me looking into my eyes.

“Be honest, h- have i done something to make you think your not?” He asked me softly “what! No rafe- not at all you treat my like im an actual princess” i smiled weakly knowing what was coming.

“You can wear what ever you want, you know that right? You don’t have to get my permission i would never tell you that you cant- ill never be angry if you don’t text be because your busy” rafe took my hand rubbing his soft thumb across it. “Its not you rafe-its me” i looked up at him with tears in my eyes.

“Whatever’s bothering you, you can talk to me I’ll always listen to you, i love you y/n” “I want to tell you- but im so scared you’ll think im being stupid” “stupid would be the last thing id associate you with” he shook his head vigorously.

“Before you- before i even knew you i was dating this guy, he was like the complete opposite of you he was mean and selfish and he didn’t trust me and i was so blind to it all back then” i half laughed while wiping a tear away. “He would tell me I couldn’t wear things like- um the red bikini i wore today because I looked too fat or- or he’d get piss at me if other boys looked at me, or if I didn’t text him back, when he got angry he would just- degrade me”

“He called me stupid and ugly and shallow- and other awful words rafe and i still stayed with him because i was so fucking blind even though it hurt me every time. I didn’t think i was really effected after we broke up but when i got into a relationship with you i didn’t know how to act, i just became scared that I wasn’t good enough i just wanted to make sure that you were happy because I can’t lose you and I couldn’t go through that again” i ranted completely crying my eyes out now. Rafe opened his mouth but I needed to say one more thing.

“I didn’t want to tell you because I didn’t want you to think i was comparing you to him because im not I promise, i think i just have some major trauma” i laughed at the end to help myself feel better.

Out of nowhere rafe leaned in to hug me. And i just broke down even more, crying on his broadshoulder. “Im so sorry you went through that” he whispered in my ear, his hand held my head safely in his shoulder. “You don’t deserve that y/n your beautiful and your body is perfect, you light up any room you walk into and if he couldn’t see all of that in you then he didn’t deserve you” rafe told me.

My crying slowly came to a stop and i dried my eyes looking back at his face now. “You don’t need to be sorry rafe” i shook my head. “You make me feel special every day, you make me feel loved and like im enough, you make me feel happy but most of all you make me feel safe” i raised my hand to his face.

“I mean i didn’t even know what a forehead kiss was until i met you- there my favourite” i confessed laughing quietly. “Its not your fault you know that right, some people just aren’t brought up right- how someone could do that to someone as bright as you i don’t understand” he told me softly.

“Your feeling are valid and i will help you get over this because you are enough y/n. And i will never ever treat you like that, whatever happens” rafe shook his head “i love you rafe, so much” “i love you too y/n, so much” he smiled pulling me close to kiss my forehead. He knew now.

“What was his name” rafe asked me after a few seconds. “No rafe” i shook my head smirking, knowing exactly what he was getting at. “y/n what was his name” rafe asked me again seriously. “It doesn’t matter” “of course it matters he cant get away with talking to you like that, putting you through that toxicity”

“It doesn’t Because he’s my past and your my future i don’t want to remember him or anything that happened” “fine, you don’t have to tell me but if we run into him or if he sends you once little message even if he fucking likes your insta photo i will kick the shit out of him” rafe told me with closed fists and no hint of a joke. He wasn’t joking i knew he wasn’t. “Okay” i nodded rubbing his cheek trying to calm him down.

“Im so glad that weights lifted and we’ve spoken through it” “so am i hun, so am i” rafe held the hand that was on his face.

“Do you still want to go out? We can still get that take away” “no way I didn’t dress up this hot to just take it off again” i shook my head smirking standing up now. “Thats the spirit” rafe joined me standing now. “You sure your okay?” He checked once more.

“Of course i am im with you, im safe”.