#old ll has me thinking sometimes

[iero]

Once again thinking about the person who I enjoy talking to the most and I talk to every day or almost every day is my aunt. Let me repeat that: MY AUNT. Who is a family member...

[laceymorganwrites]

My two cents on CoD men:

A/N: I´ve been in the fandom for a few months now and am absolutely sick and tired of the wildly dark romance-coded and mischaracterising headcanons so have these instead (and yes I´m once again begging for requests because I´m in a creative slump)

Ghost:

the biggest headcanon I have for Simon is that he is aroace

probably demi leaning though, it just takes an ungodly amount of patience and deep understanding that he never thinks is going to happen

he doesn´t even understand himself beyond his work most days so why should someone else?

loves going to the cinema, prefers late night showings and attends sneak previews frequently

actually doesn´t give a shit about genre either, he´ll watch anything as long as it´s a distraction from his thoughts for a while

actually a decent cook, he just doesn´t make an effort for himself so he usually eats very bland but healthy meals

he so has a home gym and spends most of his time there

Johnny gifted him one of those bad joke books and Simon actually uses some of them in his daily life now

volunteers at the shelter every time he´s on leave and walks the dogs there, helps him feel a bit more at ease in his home that´s never really been a home at all

for some reason he can´t let Manchester go completely though, he still has a small apartment there and even though he mostly spends his leave time with the team now, occasionally he still comes back

Johnny´s family was super quick to welcome him into their home and he still doesn´t understand why

genuinely doesn´t believe he´s worthy of happiness and good things in general

overworking himself on the job, taking more missions than he should, that´s his way of repenting for whatever he must´ve done wrong as a child

and while he´s been in therapy for almost 15 years now he still blames himself for every bad thing happening to him

it did help with his intrusive thoughts though, helped him focus more at work

one time Johnny tried to set him up with one of his sisters and it ended up in one of the most awkward dates he´s ever been on

they´re still good friends though and she sends him vacation pictures sometimes

Simon has a very old smartphone, doesn´t really use it all that much outside of work

barely replies but doesn´t mind his teammates and friends reaching out at all

he still wonders why anyone would even care enough about him to keep in touch but he´s learned to be grateful for that

perfect example of "you don´t have to love yourself to be loved by others"

I think that if he ever found a partner he would slowly learn to accept himself, flaws and all

but he´d still never talk about it openly, he just can´t

physically unable to talk about his feelings or problems

believes it will either just go away or he can handle it alone

he never does

so deep in burnout it can´t even unfold fully

and lastly credits to my best friend for the one headcanon I can´t stop thinking about since then:

he´s capable of catching feelings but team: "they wouldn´t like me anyway"

Soap:

I fear we do have to start with the horny for him

he´s a switch but a very overeager one, very much focuses on his partner and their needs

loves exploring new things together as well

really enjoys the moments of self discovery in a relationship

he loves going on action dates! hiking, kayaking? he´s all in

his family is super big, he has like 5 sisters and is super close with his family, makes sure to visit every single time he´s on leave

they do super cheesy homemade photoshootings as well and send out Christmas cards to the whole team every year

doesn´t care if you don´t understand his Gaelic, it just matters that you understand his heart

sometimes he´ll teach you a few words though

couldn´t wait to move into the city when he graduated since he comes from the countryside

loves going clubbing as much as he loves visiting local pubs

big on karaoke and always begs the team to come whenever they have shared leave

his mohawk started out as teenage rebellion but he liked it way more than he thought and has kept it ever since

never really got into trouble with his family either, he did do a few stupid things in his youth but none outright dangerous or immoral

he was just raised right

the best uncle and babysitter his sister´s kids could ask for

super great with kids in general

he wants to start a big family someday too

totally a dog person, he can´t wait to get one and just go on his daily jogs with the dog

he grew up with mostly women so his music taste is essentially just pop queens of every era

cannot handle spicy food at all but pretends he can to impress people

nobody is impressed

he never once regretted inlisting, it was his dream ever since he was small and he is so proud of the work the team does

a huge sweettooth for baked goods of any sort

he´s a regular at literally every local bakery in his home village

all the elders constantly try to set him up with their grandchildren

he´s very unsure about starting a relationship just because of his job, long distance doesn´t really work for him since he´s so clingy and he doesn´t want his partner to be alone for so long

but he doesn´t do flings either, it´s always meaningful with him

he literally has "sea wives" in the sense that when he meets someone on leave he will be with them the entire time leave lasts and make sure they have the best time together, no regrets, no sadness, just fun and genuine connection

Price:

most definitely is married

he just thrives off that life so much, knowing he has a home to return to

loves being pampered but never expects it

king of doing household chores

however if he is pampered he will show his gratitude in tenfold

loves a good craft beer

reads a lot, mostly non-fiction

football is his favorite hobby, be it in the stadium or in front of the TV

cat dad, probably took in a few strays at first and everything else just sort of happened

doesn´t use any hair or beard products until you gift him one of those fancy sets for his birthday one year

keeps a picture of you and the team in his wallet

does scrabble evenings with Laswell

started doing dad noises in his 20s

puts on weight surprisingly easily but can´t say no to a homemade treat so he just does extra workouts

80s action movies are his favorite

still has a old radio and CDs

very fond of live music, he prefers small unknown bands that perform at his local bar though

occasionally he will go to bigger venues too but only as an event with friends

probably plays some acoustic guitar as well but has gotten rusty

he is the go to handyman in his neighborhood

he will fix anything from broken engines to rusty pipes

generally a very good neighbor, likes keeping in touch with everyone and holds barbeques whenever he´s on leave

his baby is definitely his oldtimer and his motorcycle he treasures and takes care of religiously (the only thing that´s almost older than them is that one leather jacket from college that´s already falling apart but he refuses to let go of)

Gaz:

boyfriend material

the only one who actually has his life under control

the most likely next to Price to actually have a steady partner

loves going to local sports games, doesn´t matter if it´s a small team, he always supports them

his favorite sport is baseball

collects vintage caps

has a vinyl collection and actually uses it regularly

listens to mostly rock and some jazz but is also a proud swiftie, mostly listens to her albums pre reputation though

would be seen at Eras tour

crazy coffee guy as in he has one of those super expensive machines and grinds his beans himself

can´t say no to matcha either though, overall very big on fancy non alcoholic drinks

otherwise he´s a classic beer kind of guy

does photography as a hobby and he´s super good at it too

his polaroid collection is actually insane, mostly landscapes or his partner

water guy, he loves the beach and lakes, be it just taking a walk or swim, renting a boat for a nice fishing trip has got to be his favorite though

he´s a dom, expert at aftercare

very good at flirting, almost scarily so

hasn´t let go of the concept of pranks yet and everyone has to suffer the consequences

probably had his ears pierced in college, now it´s just tattoos

great cook, super messy too and the process is questionable at best but the results are so worth it

Keegan:

he is a film bro and even worse a metalhead

his collection of physical media is out of this world and he is always actively hunting for the most out of pocket and niche things

listens to bands nobody has ever heard of but hates concerts because it´s too crowded

superb sense of humor but nobody really knows because he never talks to anybody

dad coded in the way he will eat the most vile ready meals without so much as flinching

his favorite food is pizza-

his place is surprisingly clean all things considered

definitely was a frat boy in college

has a soft spots for kids but is pretty much mean to everyone else

doesn´t know how to get close to people and isn´t interested in it either

he has his team and that´s enough for him

ridiculously big on Halloween, his entire house is decorated beyond belief, he hoards candy for the kids and himself and his costumes are always on point only that nobody ever recognizes them because they´re so out of pocket (what do you mean you´re going as the sickle that one killer in that one bad Jason ripoff from 20 years ago used??)

dad jokes and bad puns. shoot me right now

enjoys fairs and carnivals way too much for someone his age

has too many dating apps on his phone and uses them too much

only ever has bad dates with them but loves annoying Logan with stories of what went down

mostly has one night stands with people from bars and clubs he frequents (niche metal parties, I tell ya)

had a long hair and guyliner phase after watching "The Crow" (it´s a canon event)

still plays guitar and drums from a failed band project in high school

brags about how easy it would be for him to bag a milf but he just couldn´t handle them to save his life

somewhere deeply hidden in his childhood home there´s a bad poetry album he wrote in his teenage years

he did keep up the sketching though and is surprisingly good at it

which shouldn´t work as good as it does when it comes to flirting

he really just needs someone to put him in his place just once-

König:

the ONLY cod man that is actually babygirl

severe anxiety aside he´s so much fun!

like if you get his humor and play off on it he´s likely to at least consider warming up to you

subby good boy but make it classy

doesn´t realise he has a praise kink until he does and now he can´t stop thinking about it

super awkward at dating so he prefers not to do it

victim of his team trying to set him up

only that it actually works because they know him so well

he hates how it worked and he now has...feelings

it´s the last thing he needs

likes dogs and cats

tatted up and has a motorcycle but doesn´t really ride it that often

acidentally washed his mask shirt too hot once and it was way too tight on his face

his mother sends him care packages to this day, they have a very close relationship

hates overly sweet things but is a sucker for dark chocolate

surprisingly good at gardening

expert bread maker too

has a small apartment back home he lives in on leave even though he could have a beautiful home somewhere

much like Simon and Keegan he doesn´t like staying in one place and instead travels a lot

it helps with his anxiety that he goes to places where nobody knows who he is

still loves reading fantasy novels like he did when he was a boy (only now he´s annoyed at the amount of romance in them)

he watches mom TV (crime shows, med shows, Desperate Housewives and such)

doesn´t drink a lot and doesn´t smoke either

he doesn´t like swearing

joining the military hasn´t helped his insecurities as much as he hoped it would

he does enjoy the power he has now, the sheer strength and the fact that nobody would dare go against him

but it doesn´t help that he´s still too tall and his body hurts all the time, it doesn´t help that he always stands out

super bad at handywork outside of his job, cannot follow a youtube tutorial to save his life and ends up making things worse

probably the one with the highest libido on the list but also the worst kisser because the thought of others seeing him naked just fills him with dread and he never does anything about it

watches camshows occasionally instead

surprisingly not porn addicted though

[decepti-thots]

5 tf fandom pet peeves?

when people assume G1 fanon soup is something 'we can all agree on', but especially when this expectation is pushed onto people talking about non-G1 (as in, cartoon/marvel) continuities. i've seen sooo many people get annoyed at those of us who write for idw1 canon directly and who do not incorporate old fandom fanon soup headcanons they feel 'everyone' has miraculously agreed on at some point as being Better. also a problem for those of us into TFA, tbh.

people bringing up Kiss Players as though it's some 'haha, Japanese fandom/canon is soooo disgusting and awful always and forever, those waaaacky Japanese are so gross!!!' as though a) it's not like pointing to the 'romeo and juliet law' in the Bayverse movies and saying the same about Western TF fandom as a whole and b) not, like. actually widely hated among plenty of sections of Japanese fandom specifically because everyone is like 'god, everyone's gonna assume this edgelord bullshit is what we all actually want, huh'. KP was a deliberate attempt to be shocking and controversial and niche in a bad way; it is not considered Mainstream Content in japanese fandom anymore than it is anywhere else, stop being weird and xenophobic about the deliberate bait shit.

people constantly tokenizing idw1 arcee, anode and lug in ways where they exclusively bring them up for Diversity Points TM but never outside the 'and my favourite comic even has a trans character, please be Impressed!!!' thing... like, yes, fellow MTMTE/LL fan, i also think lug and anode (the latter especially) are fascinating characters i enjoy a lot, but do you exclusively bring them up when trying to dunk on someone on twitter and not. like. as actual characters in their own right worth exploration (anode has a whole character arc! it's good!!). please consider doing that more perhaps. it's lonely out here trying to actually talk about the trans characters in idw a lot of the time! ngl! this has been a really consistent thing since i got back into the fandom in 2017 and i'm mildly annoyed we've made so little progress on it since, tbqh.

the general tendency of the IDW fandom to treat word of god as gospel. please. it's fun to know writers' headcanons; if it's not actually in the comic, we don't have to treat it as much more than headcanons without specific reason to.

stop doing weird biological essentialism about the robots that no canon does about the robots. we do not need weird biological essentialism adding in. i promise we do not need more of this. goes across the board. what if- and hear me out- we even strove to do. less weird biological essentialism than some of the canons. about the actual literal robots it is already annoying that canon sometimes does even a little biological essentialism about. yknow. What If.

[chiarrara]

Songs4u by Cuco (2017) is the Most Satosugu Album in Existence...

I wanna be your one and only / If something just ain't right, it will be because you left / I waited way too long to say a thing / Ghost of my past haunts my present / He said I′ll be gone before you know / look at my baby shining eyes / Been searching for a light to guide my soul tonight / The bridge between winter and summer seems like a bummer / I hope that I can catch up to you in the end / Say a thing or talk to me, but don′t try to convince me I should stay / Figured that I'd best be gone if I couldn't find a purpose with my ways / Swear I want to be alone until the day I die as of now / But who knows, maybe you and I will grow old in another life

It's not just the lyrics, it's the hazy, reverberating tones running through the whole album, imparting a dreamlike nostalgia where each moment of recollection bleeds into all the others in a saturated wash of emotion. It flows non-linearly between moments of hopeful infatuation, grief and heartbreak, longing for connection, blossoming affection, memorium for a deep love, and the descent into endless sorrow.

The ache of lost love permeates through every recollection of youthful optimism, and deep-seeded fondness is the unavoidable root of every bit of dulled regret. At moments, the barriers between the longing of the past and the loss of the present seem to blur together, and every unsure, hopeless emotion can be felt at once. It's an endless blue spring, three years of youth, and 10 years passed all at once.

Take a moment to listen through this short album (its runtime is just over 30 mins), and follow along with the condensed lyrics, and accompanying quotes for each song, under the cut.

One and Only

"My best friend did, my one and only."

Girl, I wanna be your one and only I wanna be more than just a homie I hope that you wanna get to know me Baby, hit me up if you get lonely

Show me what you want ′cause I know I want you I know I'm not confused, my feelings here are true I hope you think of me the way I think of you On gloomy days like these, wishing you were next to me When I′m feeling puzzled, girl, you put me back together And if never is forever, then let's always be together If something just ain't right, it will be because you left So let′s make this life our best, I′ll take care of all the rest

I hope you know you're my desire I hope you know you′re the one I hope you know that I think about you when I see the sun

Winter's Ballad

"Just a little tired from the summer heat. It's not a problem."

Due to my frustration I waited way too long to say a thing Sure I accept that I was sad, so I guess now it′s not so bad I lost the memories deep inside my head

Show me that tonight I'm only yours and no one else′s Too blind to see sometimes that you're the one Now I see you're everything or just maybe my nothing They say that nothing lasts forever

My bed was meant for two, and now I′m missing only you Or was this spot reserved for no one more My lonely days are here, I don′t think I see you here I wish that I could sleep until forever

I don't think it′s hard, just to tell me that you love me But you're far away from here and have my heart So shoot me with the bow that cupid′s quiver has one more The last time I might get to fall in love

We Had to End It

"If you want to kill me, kill me. There's meaning in that too."

Me and my lover came to an end I didn't want that But I guess she did

Sleepless nights have only begun Swear I thought she was the one The girl of my dreams

All my nightmares came to ruin my life Mercy had no time And time had no mercy on me

I felt so dumb thinking one day you could be my wife Never thought you would lie When you said you loved me

Nothing can bring me back to life After you left me to die On a road far away

Love and lies shine so bright 'Cause they both made me blind And I crashed as I looked away

Ghost of my past haunts my present As there he welcomed My agony and pain

He said I′ll be gone before you know Just finish this song And you'll be where you belong

Neon Baby

"We're the strongest."

Me and her ′til night, look at my baby shining eyes Look at her highlight shining brighter than bright skies Under common hopes, I hope you could get to know The green lights showed the unknowns So exploring we should go

Notice maybe Neon baby You could sway me Being wavy

Neon city baby Neon city baby Maybe you could sway me Maybe you could sway me

Neon baby in her neon city Neon baby in her neon city I've been looking for you and your absence was made clear I don′t even know you, but I know I want you here Pink cars take us far, just if you know who you are Dressed up like a star, you were staying after dark

Stay for a Bit

"Suguru. --- ---" "You should at least curse me at the end."

Try to make it right I wanna make you mine Let′s hope that things go well tonight Try to make it right I wanna make you mine Let's hope that things go well tonight

Save me a seat next to you Let′s go out and find The sky is yours tonight

I know you've been wonderin' where I went Been searching for a light to guide my soul tonight The city wants us to know, things we need alright If maybe you were mine, if maybe you were mine Hoping my presence would be clear The question I've been holding is if you wanna go on a date

City lights ignite the path to you I don′t know if you meant to come my way but I hope you are Swear its just too real to be true I can't tell if you′re real Cause in my dreams I was messin' with you

Night Night is your canvas Give it many colors You′re just like no other You could be my lover Treasure hunting pleasures But I've found my treasure Stay here for awhile Will you stay for a bit? Or Forever

Lava Lamp

"He was my best friend. But we fought, and it's been like this ever since."

Someone′s out there waiting for me I have to find her and tell her that I love her Someone's out there waiting for me I have to find her and tell her that I love her

You′re a million miles away The bridge between winter and summer Seems like a bummer but it's worth the wait

And I know you'll shine the way With your lava lamp, lava lamp In the middle of your room

From my window I could see Bright blue light was shining deep Like the sea on New Year′s Eve Wishing you were next to me

Yesterday in L.A. It was sunny but it rained In my room (in my room) When I wrote a song for

If only you′d hold me And I wasn't one billion miles away If only you′d hold me And I wasn't one billion miles away

Rest Easy, I'll See You Again

"I have to catch up"

Did you see who you wanted to see? Did you say the things you wanted to say? Or did you sell, and it just went away? Pull me in, is it just too late?

I′ll never see you again I hope that I can catch up to you in the end

Lost / Heart

"This is the life I've chosen. All I can do now is give it all I've got."

Help me I′m looking for my heart again Is it gone I don't want to wake up to this again In my mind

Say a thing or talk to me But don′t try to convince me I should stay Figured that I'd best be gone If I couldn't find a purpose with my ways

Don′t apologize Don′t come and cry You had your chances right But instead you left me crying every night

Lost in my thoughts Losing myself The weight of pain has sunk me down the drain

Memories inside of me The tears are running out Swear I want to be alone Until the day I die as of now

Never close to feeling comfortable You find to be so kind Always left my heart at home So close, but I found mine But who knows Maybe you and I Will grow old in another life

I've Left My Body and I Don't Want to Come Back

"If you'd like to return to who you once were, go south."

[instrumental, ends abruptly]

---

thanks to @annadante for help finding quotes

[trashpandato]

Wild

Lena remembers many iterations of the phrase. Lillian made sure that she would never forget.

“You were a wild child when you first came to us.”

“There you go again, looking like some sort of feral creature. I don’t think your birth mother ever taught you how to dress or comb your hair.”

“I had to teach you how to be a presentable human being.”

Lena isn’t sure how much of this is actually true, and how much of it is Lillian’s version of myth-making, of presenting herself as a hero and saviour in Lena’s life. She does know that Lillian’s influence casts a long shadow on how she dresses, how she presents herself to the world, her manners, her professionalism. And sometimes she wishes she could undo those years of speech training, etiquette lessons and fashion rules. Sometimes she wishes she could let loose a little, be a little more like Kara, who is sitting next to her on her couch wearing a pair of ratty sweatpants and t-shirt with an old food stain that has permanently embedded itself into the fabric, her hair spilling out of her ponytail in a way that looks both messy and beautiful.

“Penny for your thoughts,” Kara says as she nudges Lena’s shoulder with her own.

There’s a movie playing in the background that Lena has long since stopped paying attention to and she realizes maybe the one thing she wishes most is that she could be more honest with Kara. 

She wants to say “you look so comfortable”.

She wants to say “I wish I had worn clothes that would allow me to slouch down on the couch with you”.

She wants to say “you’re beautiful”.

What she says instead is: “I think I should head home soon. It’s late, and I have an early meeting with some investors tomorrow.”

And Kara doesn’t argue — a part of Lena wishes that maybe she would. Instead, Kara smiles and extends her hand to help Lena get up off the couch.

“Thank you for coming over to watch a movie. I know you are super busy right now, well, always, really. I so appreciate that you spent your evening on the couch with me and too much pizza.”

They hug and Lena lets herself relax for one more moment, here in Kara’s arms, before she steps back, straightens her spine and makes a tentative offer.

“Maybe we can do this again soon?”

There’s a massive smile that breaks out on Kara’s face and Lena swears it’s as bright as the sun itself.

“I would love that!”

It’s a promise of more and that’s all that Lena needs tonight. With another smile and a brief squeeze of hands, Lena leaves. She’s not even half way home when her phone chimes with a text from Kara. 

KD: Lunch tomorrow? 

KD: Only if you have time, of course

And Lena responds without checking her calendar for pre-set commitments, without thinking about her responsibilities to her company, and without worrying about how an immediate text back could be read as desperate. Her fingers are steady even as her heart is racing.

LL: Yes please!

[ilkkawhat]

i'm drunk enough to think about nick again (not that it like, hurts to think about him anymore i think that heartbreak is solved) and godDAMMN they really buried a man alive on network television and then went the extra mile to make him get EATEN ALIVE AND then almost k*ll himself and WHAT I WOULDN'T GIVE to watch this in an IMAX theater, being buried alive is the ultimate Horror Trope for me and it happened on the one character that takes the cake, that changed my life forever like there has been characters that have impacted my life that i think made me better as a person but nick stokes is on a whole nother fucking level and it all started with this episode where he gets kidnapped and buried and i distinctly remember what it was like watching it for the first time, knowing that he survives cause he obviously shows up in episodes after this one and i started watching csi with re-runs of season 4 on spike tv but also the live season 6 finale where nick was clearly okay and cracking jokes even at a scene about severed heads (god bless him) but one day spike tv showed this episode and i stomped into the living room after part 1 ended almost yelling at my dad like ARE YOU KIDDING ME HOW DOES HE SURVIVE THAT BUT HE'S NICK FUCKING STOKES SO OF COURSE HE DOES AND i've never been that close to the knife or bullet in my life but have had..............idealiziations myself and sometimes, just sometimes, i remember how he was at the end of his rope, he waited until the last fucking second like think of a fucking saw trap he would fucking dominate that because he's nick stokes and he doesn't give up, he doesn't believe in past lives cause he's just fucking trying to get through this one and he's been though so fucking much between the fucking babysitter and stalker and gunpoint and being buried alive? ok yeah just another day in the office for him, he fights like hell, he resists his own temptations, he has so much belief in his co-workers, his mentor aka former boss that they'll find him that he hangs on for almost 24 hours in this goddamn coffin designed to torture him, sure, he can stay alive with the provided fan (something that honestly this year, i've have instilled myself when i go to bed) but the fan's gonna die and can they find him before that fan runs out? not fucking likely but TV magic unbeknownst to him they DO cause otherwise lmao nick stokes woulda died in the season 5/15 finale and i probably would have stopped right there even though grissom was my fav at first NICK STOKES STOLE MY HEART and even in my darkest hours i'll think of him, as if a ghostly image of him shows up in the mirror, "i survived why can't you?" motherfucker this is mY BOY stronger than any character i've ever related to--obviously nick and i have had different lives and he's so much stronger and better than me in so many ways but i guess he's what i aspire to be (albeit with a bit less...ignorance but nick is def the type who like. learns his lesson, he matures out of old prejudices which i admire SO MUCH of him) and i don't think i could have had such a strong role model in my formative years cause i started watching csi in 7th grade cause a real forensic scientist came to our school and of course, mentioned how CSI was not real but it piqued my curiosity and it possibly sparked my interest in horror to a degree cause my first episode was a horrifically bloated body (4x02 to be exact, assume nothing nick) and as a 7th grader up until that point even though 9/11 had passed (i was in like. 4th/5th grade that point) i guess i didn't know how cruel people could be but nick showed and continues to show me that people have the capactity of enduring the worst horrors this world can inflict on a person and they can still come out on top, they can still be the hero, they can still save themselves as well as others and FUCK man i miss nick stokes

[littlemissayu]

“Miss me Darling?”

Yandere!Ace Trappola x Fem!Reader

TW- yandere tendencies, unhealthy obsession, noncon(implied), kidnapping, k!ll!ng, pregnancy

Key - D/N - Your Daughter’s Name, H/C - Hair Color, S/C - Skin color, R/N - Random Name, M/N - Your Mom’s Name, F/N - Father’s Name

Side Note: I do not consent to this behavior; it is unhealthy, traumatizing, immoral, and mental. I only write for enjoyment. I would never wish this unto someone else.

Prompt – It was a sunny August Afternoon, when a certain Trappola came to reclaim his family…

Sun Shining through the window, the smell of freshly baked bread & cupcakes fill up your nostrils and beautiful white marble kitchen. Your 9 year old daughter, d/n, came into the kitchen as she had smelled the goods baking all the way from her bedroom. “Hey mom, whatcha baking?” she says sitting on a stool. “Some bread and cupcakes” you respond in a calm tone “Ooo how come you don’t usually bake?” your daughter questions. “Well you remember the Franklins right?” you questioned your daughter in response to her question; “of course I remember them mom, we have been hanging out with them ever since we moved, it's a shame Nana Rita is in the hospital” your daughter answered. “Yes well, when I went to visit Nana, you were in school, and she said she missed the homemade cupcakes I brought when she and her family had that welcoming party for us; so I offer to bring some to her and she was quite happy, so I asked the hospital and now I’m here explaining it to you”.You explained to your daughter. “You always make people happy, I admire that in you mom and ALMOST everything about you, especially with…..you know ... .dad…” your daughter admitted. You had told your daughter why you two were constantly moving when she turned 7 because you knew she wouldn’t listen if you didn’t.

9 years ago…..

 It was your second year at Night Raven College, you were 17 years old. You had a great life, a loving family, great friends, great school, stunning grades, and an amazing boyfriend. You had met your boyfriend, R/N, over the summer in a park that was only a 3 minute walk from your house.You ran into each other when you had been watching your little cousins. You left that park thinking he was really cute but you’d never see him again, but by fate you had met him again at a dinner at your house; turns out he was the son of your Dad, F/N’s, New Partner. It has been a love story ever since then. 

It was perfect, dates every Friday, hanging out at lunch and free periods during the school day, and since your family approved and loved your relationship your families would have dinner together every Sunday. It was a dream…. until it wasn’t. Ace was your childhood best friend, you two always hung out, people sometimes thought you were a couple and when the two of you would deny the suspicion you got  vibe that he wanted to be lying about that but you thought you were just reading into it too much, that your mind was messing with you. Once you started dating R/N though, everything changed.

You two rarely hung out, only talked once every 2 - 3 weeks on the phone, and you spent almost all of the school day either hanging out with your boyfriend or in class. It wasn’t like it was on purpose though you just got so caught up in everything around you, you weren’t able to clear your schedule for just him. You never payed much mind to the fact you didn't spend much time together and you thought he was doing just fine until one day you found out how he truly felt.

You were on your porch watching the clouds, waiting for your boyfriend to come pick you up since the two of you were going on a date, one you’ve been planning for weeks since it was your 1 year anniversary, you had a gift that you were so excited to give to him. ‘That’s weird he should have been here 10 minutes ago’ you thought to yourself. He was supposed to pick you up at 8 but now it’s 8:10, and if there was one thing you knew about your boyfriend is that he is never late no matter what. ‘Maybe he thought we were supposed to meet at 8:30 instead of 8:00’ you concluded hoping that would be the case. You decided to take a short walk around the corner, if you showed up while your gone he could call you or wait til you got back.

You quickly snap out of your thoughts when you heard two familiar voices, then a scream.

Your heart dropped to your stomach, you heard the voices of your boyfriend and best friend. You swore that it was them and then you heard your boyfriend scream, you dropped the bag and his present and ran towards the voices, screaming his name.

But you were too late, you had witnessed something you never thought you’d ever witness; the dead body of your boyfriend and your childhood best friend standing over his body covered in blood holding a machete. You stood there frozen in horror, you couldn’t scream, you couldn’t move, you didn't know what was going on inside your head. All that you knew was happening is that as you try to process the image of his dead body Ace begins approaching you. Right before Ace can get even an inch closer you ran, you ran faster than you ever had before, you were trying to get back to your house so you can get inside, lock the door and call the police. You couldn’t run to the police station because you didn’t remember the directions. Once you're at the porch you had been pretty sure you lost him, until you realized that you had dropped your bag earlier which had your keys inside the door locked because all your family had been out the house.

Black comes into your vision, he had knocked you out and thrown you over his shoulder.

Present Day…

You could remember everything clearly the night he kidnapped you to the day you made your escape, it was all crystal clear in your head. You remember the day you found out you were pregnant right after the day you got so close to giving up and accepting your fate. You realized you wouldn’t want that life for your child so you got out of there had your baby girl and raised her right. Here you are after moving over 10 times you had settled in your little apartment, you didn't think he'd find you. You just assumed that he had given up and searching for you and his obsession with you had just stopped.

The doorbell rang. “That must be Theodore, I’ll get it” You told your daughter, she nodded and went to sit on the couch. Theodore was Nana Rita’s oldest grandson, he was about 19. While in his first year of studying abroad he found out his grandmother was sick and immediately rushed home to help take care of her. While Nana Rita pestered him on going back and living his dream she finally let him help when he said he could go to college at any time but she could leave him any day so he didn't wanna waste a single moment with her. Theodore was probably one of the sweetest men you have ever met; not only did he help his Nana but he would also watch d/n while you were out.

“Hey Theo, I was ju-” You stopped, your eyes widened larger than a dinner plate. You let go of the knob standing there in awe, fear, dread, misery, anxiety and a million other feelings. Your mouth went dry, your vocal chords went stiff until you finally managed out “A-Ace” You asked in horror. “Hey Baby!! Did you miss me?” He says with that classic sadist smirk and the same earrings that were meant for your first love, the same ones you’re wearing now…

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Bracket 5 Semifinals 2

Blackie vs Maccabee

check their descriptions and catpaganda (new for blackie)

BLACKIE

This is Blackie, submitter's little one-eyed wonder. He lost his eye to glaucoma quite a few years ago, but he's doing a lot better now, and still likes to play with his sister, Artemis. His name is Blackie because that's what the shelter named him and submitter's family couldn't agree on a new name for him so it stuck, but submitter themselves call him 'Big Boi' because of just how massive he is. He was once very timid, but with time and love and patience he is now a certified lap cat who will come right up to strangers to demand pets. He has a wonderful squeaky meow and when he purrs it sounds like two cats purring at once. He likes to have people watch him eat and he will guide submitter's mom over to the couch and make her lay down just so he can sleep in her lap. Also, when he lays on his back, he covers his belly with his tail. Pictured is him in his signature polite boi sitting pose

MACCABEE

- weird old man

- known to bite people's elbows when prompted

- frequently sleeps with one (1) limb stretched in a random direction

- the reason submitter can't have pineapples in the house

- knows the word "treat," meaning it cannot be said out loud around him

- they got him for chanukah (hence the name). diversity win! this cat is jewish!

- they paid $150 to buy him a half-page ad in submitter's high school yearbook because he's worth it <3

CATPAGANDA

MACCABEE

has a post made by his human as a separate propaganda piece. it has bribery. the offer as far as i know still stands

also has agitational posters!!

BLACKIE

So glad to see Blackie still in the competition! His response so far has been "aow."

Truth be told, I'm running out of propaganda. If he make it to the next round, I'm gonna try my darnedest to capture his meows on video, which I haven't been able to do before because he sees me coming with the camera and starts purring XD

For now, more assorted Blackie facts!

Very rarely, when he gets the zoomies, he'll laugh. Like "huhuhuheueheHUEHEUE" kinda laugh.

I like to let him sniff human food/whatever I'm holding just to make sure he feels included (still doesn't like anything but pizza crumbs). But he has gagged on pickled ginger, banana, and CBD rub. He always gets really embarrassed when he gags tho

Ever since I got a job, he has been following me to bed and jumping on my chest to get the pets that he now lacks during the day.

If he sees you getting out the cat brush, he''ll lead you over to where he wants to be brushed.

On that note, when I had hurt my leg one time, Blackie saw that I wasn't leaning down to pet him and instead lead me over to the couch to have me sit down to pet him. He kept that up for a couple months once he saw how relieved it made me.

More Blackie propoganda! This time I bring you big boi in motion

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Assorted Blackie facts:

A brave man when it comes to thunderstorms. But the vacuum? His mortal enemy.

The friendliest cat at the shelter. But the staff forced me to pick him up and hold him to get a picture and he got terrified and peed on me.

We think, based on how he acts, that he may have grown up in a home with dogs. But the mark on his ear is one done by our local neuter and release program, so we don't know if he was a stray, an outside cat, etc. But he's one of the friendliest cats I've ever met.

Will go up to his sister and put his head down to get it licked. But as soon as she goes to lick him and flattens his ears and raises a paw like he's gonna hit her. Sometimes they fight and sometimes they just walk away. We don't think he's trying to trick her because he acts genuinely confused throughout this process.

Sometimes he uses his back paw to scratch the back of his front leg when he's sitting down and it's so cute <3

These are old photos from when I used to hold a camera down and snap a photo when they leaned in to sniff the lens.

Blackie is our older cat and is such a gentleman. He is eager to love, he does the quickest slow blinks I've ever seen from a cat. He has a two-layered purr, it literally sounds like a cat purring as popcorn is being made in the background. He lost his eye to glaucoma when he was younger but he runs around and plays and teases his sister Artemis like a kitten. And his eyebrow whiskers grew down over his missing eye! He's not a big fan of people food but he has a fondness for pizza crumbs (NOT the crust. Just the crumbs off the plate when you're done eating the pizza). He walks like he's gingerly stepping through flowers and he's so gentle that the one time I overstimulated him and he wanted to bite me, he just shoved his closed mouth against my hand. He has a super long tongue and if you scratch the right spot between his shoulder blades he will lick the air. He's my precious boy who started out so scared but he's so brave and social and happy now just typing this out makes me wanna cry and go give him scritchies.

[lanaindublin]

This post is probably going to be too nsfw...

2/2/2025

But fuck it, here´s as good a place as any to have a dream journal, and it was a damn intense one too, so, yea I´m just going to post it, nearly had it all written out a week ago, but as per my previous post, tumblr drafts fuckin blended the whole thing when i was two thirds done. Anyway, I´ll put a warning and a cut for when it REALLY gets NSFW, but for most of it its fine enough to read, and pretty interesting in its own right, so yea Ill just get into it.

The dream takes place in an abandoned, open-air storage warehouse/shed (photo for reference), the roof caving in in places, vegetation growing through the holes in the paved concrete, and only a few stacks of rotting wooden palettes left lying around. The warehouse is surrounded by a short stretch of grass, and a dense, wild treeline beyond that. An old gravel road leads from the warehouse to the treeline, I know not where it goes. And I have no desire to, as this place is my home, it is quiet and secluded. But in the dream, I am not myself, at least not at first, rather I am someone I used to be. A young, boyish adolescent with wild unkempt hair, and an otherworldly ability. By repeating the phrase “ignore me, ignore me” in my mind, I can make myself invisible. This is fortunate, as sometimes I am not alone. Ghostly apparitions of every shape and colour sometimes appear around the area. They approach me, reach out and try to touch me with their spectral limbs, though not an existential threat, their touch can curse me with painful emotions, shame, grief, fury, despair, or sometimes their touch will result in far more benign, merely annoying curses, depends on the spirit. But using my mantra, willing them to ignore me, I can pass by unnoticed, or escape a pursuing spirit.

Some time passes, I have changed somewhat, a certain awakening has transpired, my hair has grown longer, my gait now more feminine, and I have become more limber too, taking to climbing the stacks of palettes and the criss-crossed steel of the warehouse's walls. But on this day, something has wandered in, from beyond the treeline. A beast of ferocious nature, with analytical eyes and a thirst for blood, a tiger with golden fur. It eyes me as it approaches, unsure what I'm looking at I stand my ground, and having encountered prey that did not immediately flee the tiger pauses, sizing me up. It begins to circle me, and I circle too in response, I don't know what it is but I've seen it's teeth before, on those most vicious red spirits, the ones that cause physical pains, and I can see that these teeth are not at all phantasmal, and may well rend my vulnerable, physical flesh.  The tiger pounces with a swipe of its claw, I dive to the side thinking "ignore me, you cannot see me", I disappear. Holding the invisibility is difficult, repeating the mantra is repetitive and irritating on the mind, it drains my strength, especially as I hold my breath, lest the beast here my breathing. The tiger peers about, bewildered in the inexplicable absence of it's prey. I jump onto the bars of the wall as I reappear, the beast turns to look at me and begins pacing back and forth, ready to intercept my escape. I take a deep breath, and leap towards the beast. In my mind I utter “you cannot see me, you cannot hurt me”. As the beast rises to meet my trajectory with claw and fang, I disappear, and its swipe passes clean through me. I tumble on my landing, still invisible, and unscathed, by willing it to be not only do I become unseen, but immaterial, untouchable. It feels easier to hold the mantra now, less taxing on the mind, and I can breathe easier, feeling light as the very air.

////OKAY HERES YOUR WARNING THE DREAM DEVOLVES INTO PURE SMUT BELOW THE CUT, it also devolves into low key warhammer 40k fiction to I guess? Anyway, you've been warned////

More time passes, the spirits rarely trouble me now, for it is a fruitless endeavour with how strong I've grown. The tiger still prowls the derelict warehouse, but doesnt bother to come close, it is biding its time, but never tries to act. I now appear in the dream most like how I am writing this now, a young woman with wavy flowing hair, and more nimble than ever, I clamber across the walls and swing through the rafters of the ceiling with ease, and life is good. But on this day, the most curious thing occurs. A tear in reality rips apart the air in the warehouse, the floors and walls turned to smooth black stone, the ceiling now composed of an amalgam of countless statues, and held up by buttresses featuring the carvings of strange figures. From the rift in space time steps a group of Drukhari, the dark elves who delight in torture and slavery, and all around the warehouse smaller rifts open, birthing strange and terrifying creatures of pink skin, purple chitin and beady black eyes, demons of Slaanesh, one of the four chaos deities. Before any of them could see me, I began my mantra and moved silently to a nearby pile of rubble to observe the curious congregation, one of the drukhari shifting their gaze to the spot where I had vanished from.

As I spied on the drukhari, no longer holding my invisibility, they took their seats, on chairs of dark wood that had appeared, with red satin cushions. A tall, imposing demon approached the congregation, there was business to be discussed. Before I could make out any of what was being said, a flash of blue eyes and claws lunged at me, the tiger had snuck up on me while I was distracted, but I was faster, as it's jaws fell towards me, my mind rushed into my mantra “you cannot hurt me you cannot see me”. I faded from sight just as it's claws pushed me to the ground, and it's fangs closed in on the soft flesh of my neck, all of it's weight phasing through me as I walked away. The commotion alerted the drukhari, their leader nodded her head, sending an Incubi, her dedicated bodyguard to investigate. Demons from around the warehouse closed in on my hiding spot also, the tiger scampered back into the shadows, and I rushed to climb the nearest pillar, heading for the now statue-filled rafters. I swung across the ceiling, gazing down at the congregation, focusing my mantra on them: “ignore me, you cannot see me”. Desperate to make distance I rushed and strained across the ceiling swinging between statuettes and gargoyles, until I tried grasping around the breadth of the stone coils of a giant snake. Exhausted, and beginning to lose my grip on the stonework I swore in my mind between the lines of my mantra “no no NO, stupid fat snake!” as I fell away from the roof. I landed soundlessly on the floor, far enough away from the dark elves.

I was getting to my feet when I heard a voice passing through the strata of my consciousness, “What did you just say?” The fall did not hurt, but it dazed me a little. I searched for the source of the voice, while I did not hear it with my ears, I could feel a certain proximity to the source. And then I saw it, in the gloom as my eyes adjusted, a giant serpent's winding tail, coils of scarlet scales that twisted through the darkness all around, and at the tip of these coils, a humanoid body towering 9 feet tall, with four arms ending in scaly sharp claws. The red scales faded around where the serpent tail met the pelvis of this entity, giving way to smooth purple skin, which seemed to flicker like a mirage between firm bulging musculature, and tender soft flesh. Its face was pristine, with white locks of hair, floating as if suspended underwater. Its upper lip was full and bright, undercut only by two sets of fangs jutting out from under it, its jawline was hard and angular, chin tipped with sharp bards, cheeks speckled with red scales, framing its face in perfect symmetry. But it's eyes, despite the being's terrifying physical form, it's eyes were not black voids like the other demons, they were the most human part of the being, bright green irises, speckled with flecks of gold. It was these eyes which beheld me now, as it spoke once more. “Who are you, such a lowly soul, to criticise my divine form?” its words echoed in my skull, it was then that I realised, it was the very same demon as the statue on the ceiling which I had cursed when I lost my grip. And not just any demon, but a demon prince of Slaanesh, a being of power second only to the chaos gods themselves.

My mantra faded and my body trembled as my invisibility flickered away, there was no use trying to hide from a being of such power. I could tell, under its menacing gaze, that if I were to run from or to fight this being I would surely perish. So I dropped to my knees and spoke: “Forgive me, I would never intend to disrespect a being of such power. I would only ever wish to serve, and bathe in your divine light.” The words came easy to me, they appeared in my mind just as the demon wanted them, but it was out of fear for my life that I uttered them, and perhaps something else… The demon prince's expression shifted, it seemed amused by my display. It reclined its body into the mass of coils, splaying out three of its arms, but running the claw of its fourth across its breast. It traced a line from the shifting form of its chest, down its navel and onto its serpentine half, where its clawed fingers alighted on a subtle slit in its scarlet scales. The claw splayed and spread its slit open to reveal a smooth, violet vulva. “Then serve.” Wracked by nerves, I got to my feet and moved towards its massive serpentine body, it eyed me with delight as I approached. Pressing my hands against its smooth red scales, I lowered my face into the slit, and began to slowly run my tongue along its deep purple folds. The demon prince let out a sigh that felt like a cool breeze running straight through my frontal lobe. I moved my lips upward, and wrapped them around its engorged throbbing clitoris, gently sucking as my tongue caressed its sensitive underside. At this the demon let out a moan that I felt with every synapse of my brain, as it laid its scaly clawed hand on the back of my head, pushing my face deep into its demonic mons. The scent of its silk-smooth lips was mild, yet heavy, humid, and intoxicating. I could feel the coils of its serpent body beginning to writhe around me, another arm reaching down to stroke my head as I probed and lapped at every corner of its sensitive nook. I continued for what felt like hours, all the while the demon prince would let out coos and sighs which caressed the recesses of my mind like a lover's touch.

I do not know if I passed out from exhaustion, or perhaps entered a cunnilingus induced sopor, from the intoxicating scents and mind-addling sounds. Regardless, I awoke shortly after, lying against the demon prince’s coiled body. Across the room, I saw its top half conversing with the drukhari, while countless demon's lurked in the shadows nearby. One of the dark elves turned to look at me and I heard the demon prince speak “Not that one, I have already claimed her as my own.” With a wave of its hand, the demons and drukhari faded into the shadows, and the demon prince slithered towards me. My mind still felt foggy as the demon's words pierced it “You have proven yourself an adequate servant, come now, drink of my nectar, and be complete.” The slit which I had busied myself with before, no longer bore a flower of slick violet petals, but instead protruded an inhuman phallus. Animalistic in features but unlike any one beast that exists in the material plane, unlike the consistent deep purple of the vulva before the demons cock shifted colours along its length, from dark purple at the base to light blue along its shaft, the start of its glans faded to pink, with a pointed tip of vibrant yellow. I might tell myself what compelled me was merely measured self preservation, but that would be a lie, I was obsessed. As I drew close to the beastly member, it began to dribble an unsightly mustard yellow liquid. Hesitant to imbibe the excretions, but eager to taste the smooth member I pressed my lips to the taught, light blue skin of its shaft. I sloppily kissed along its length, much to the demon's pleasure, as the stiff flesh of its cock twitched and swelled beneath my touch. Reaching the pinnacle of the vibrant phallus I let its tip enter my mouth, my lips spreading open as they descended its length. Suddenly, a large spurt of the strange ichor was shot into the back of my throat, the expulsion caught me by surprise, causing my eyes to widen and gagging on the peculiar load, half of it spilled out the sides of my mouth, running down my cheeks. But just as I was about to pull back to clear my mouth I stopped, the bizarre excretion wasn't unpleasant to taste, it felt oily on my tongue, tasted much like nothing, and from wherever it touched spread a pleasing numbness. My face relaxed, much like the rest of my form, as I took the demon's member even deeper into my mouth, feeling it brushing my uvula causing my eyes to roll back, trying hard not to gag again. This elicited another torrent of the strange nectar, this time pouring straight down my throat, the numbness spread up through my head and down my neck and into my belly, and from there it spread to the rest of me. As my mind began to go blank, the demon's clawed hand held the back of my head once more, forcing the full length of its cock past my lips and down my throat, even as it swelled thicker and greater in length.

My mind was a fog, lost in the feeling of the massive member gently probing my throat, the demon's soft sighs and whispers penetrating my brain, all the while the soothing numbness spread to every edge of my being. Then, the demon let out a mind-shattering melodious shout as I felt the entire length of its cock tense from my lips to the depths of my throat as it climaxed and I felt a deluge of the godly nectar flood into my body, but it did not feel like it was filling my belly, rather it was seeping out across my entire body, the numbness quickly dissipated giving way to an overwhelming warmth through every fibre of my being, I felt my nerves light up like a million shining filaments. My eyes watered at the pure ecstacy I was experiencing, and then, I felt tingling starting in my scalp before spreading across my entire body, and a wondrous swelling in my breasts, the demon's golden ichor was physically changing my body, and I loved every second of it. As the demon's climax subsided, the overwhelming full-body sensation faded and it released my head from its grasp. I must not have been aware, but I had taken its cock right to the base of its serpentine slit. As I fell away I felt the entire length of its phallus sliding up and out of my throat, I fell to the ground coughing and desperate for air. Gazing back at the demon's softening cock, I realised the extent to which it had grown, when I took it to its base it must have indeed been reaching all the way down to my stomach. I looked down at my now-tender form, I was now completely naked, though I did not recall disrobing, my body seemed much the same as it was before, but as I stroked the skin on my arms and body, it had an otherworldly smoothness to it, my breasts had indeed grown at least three cup sizes, and my hair had grown down past my waist and was an ethereal silvery white. I heard the demon prince softly laugh as I puzzled over my new body, “I see you like the blessings I have bestowed upon you.” At this I felt suddenly embarrassed and flustered, tucking my knees to my chest and wrapping my silvery hair around to conceal my form, my cheeks reddening profusely. “You have been given gifts of body and mind, and are now pledged to my service. I know you will continue to serve me well” uttered the demon with a fang-filled grin. But in my mind I felt something new, where my mantra would grind and drone; it felt as if sat a pure black pearl. I willed myself to be unseen, and my body felt lighter than air, as I began to float off the ground, ethereal and unseen, even to the immaterial eyes of the demons abound. I heard the demon prince's voice once more “You may go, with this you will be safe, and I will call on you when I desire your service once more.” And at that, I floated away from the warehouse, away from the ghosts and the beasts, my new form shining and beautiful, into the infinite wonder of the universe.

[bunnyprismatic]

I'm pretty sure I'm the anon you mentioned. If you still like this guy after he encouraged whirl to self harm, that says a lot about you

I still like Rung, and I will vehemently state he's a terrible psychiatrist, and did fucked up things before and during the Lost Light quest. He's a messed up old man robot, I have never denied that. It's perfectly fine if you don't like Rung, hate him even, that doesn't bother me, Anon. It's absurd to go into a fandom and think everyone is going to like my fave blorbo equally. I hold similar strong dislikes to some fandom faves, a few my close friends adore. Either they're just not compelling to me as characters, or, I find their actions and behaviours in the comics to be too egregious to look past. The way that they act, what they have done, or how they treat others is upsetting to me personally, and I just can't look past it.

However...

I understand the feelings I have about these characters are a me thing. Whether their actions are something too close to abuse from my past, or a personality trait that just rubs me wrong, my dislike is personal. I also know that most people who like problematic characters don't agree with their problematic traits. They know their faults, they know they're not good, but are able to separate fiction from reality. A person who likes a problematic character usually isn't agreeing, condoning, or have committed the same crimes that character has. When a modicum of media literacy is applied to MTMTE then I can understand how people find characters like these appealing. Because the thing is Anon, yes, Rung is a fucked up old robot, but so is everyone else on that ship, and that's what makes MTMTE and LL really good. While I like a well written Good Guys Good and Bad Guys Bad story, sometimes ya crave a little nuance, ya know? A pinch of the grey morality makes for a tasty comic. Not a single robot on that ship is good, and if we were to give human laws and sensibilities to every one of the main cast, well that's going to be a problem, isn't it? Not only for the actions of their past, but also how they behave during the quest. They're all fucking assholes to some degree :"D I would never forgive a real, human, psychiatrist, who has been trusted with someone's vulnerable state if they did the things Rung did. But when it's a several-million years old, amnesiac elder god, giant, transforming robot from the planet Cybertron, well it makes them a little more interesting. All in all anon, if you find morally ambiguous, selfish, mean, spiteful, harmful characters are upsetting to you, then perhaps MTMTE and Lost Light isn't the right fit. That's okay though, as there's plenty of other pieces of TF media more aligned to the Good Guys Good, Bad Guys Bad narrative. You're welcome to hate Rung, and dislike me, you're free to block me, put Rung in the filters (I make sure to tag my reblogs and posts with #Rung for people who don't want to see him), whatever it is you need to do to protect your peace and curate your dash, go for it. And if you think me liking a problematic character, despite me acknowledging he is a terrible, woeful, psychiatrist by human standards, makes me a terrible, evil person who allows or is complicit in vile things like this. Especially without actually knowing me or my story, well that says a lot about you.

[thedelulus8]

CAMERAS, LIGHT, ACTION!!!!!!!

Uhm, it’s actually “Lights, Camera, Action!”

. . . What?

Y##h #d##t, #t’s n#t wh#t y## s##d!

WHATEVER, WE’RE ROLLING!!!!

What’s up gamers, name’s K1ter!! If you couldn’t tell I’m the best amongst this group! I go by any pronouns, and I’m 34 years old. My main specialty is dashing and hitting people with my trusty bat! I’m the one who had the idea to make this blog, so I get full creative control!!!! Also 1x1 smells lol. Imagine not being the pfp of this group hehehe.

Greetings, my name is Ember. Sometimes I wonder why I agreed to this blog, but then I remember my husband was the reason for that. I go by he/they, and I’m 32 years old. I’m assuming by what K1ter meant by specialty they meant our survival ability, mine is my umbrella. Don’t be fooled by its appearance, it may look like a regular umbrella, but I built this one out of materials where it wouldn’t be damaged easily. Most people don’t really expect an umbrella to shoot out a fireball at them and for it to act as a sword basically.

Hello everyone, I don’t exactly have an official name, but a mortal has gave me the name of Star, so that is what I shall go by on Earth. I don’t understand pronouns that well, but I identify myself with he/they/wish/wishful, so I would appreciate it if you would refer to me by those. I’m a wish granter of the sort, since I was formed from a wishing star. In earth terms I’m apparently 30 years old, so I’ll go with that. What I do with my limited power, I was limited to just three wishes for each survivor, one is teleporting to them, the other is teleporting them to me, and the last is a speed boost. I hope one day my husband and I shall be free from this wretched place.

O-oh, my turn already? Well, my name is Nora Holly, but ideally prefer it if you’d just call me Dr. Holly please. I’m the healer of this group, not a fun job, but it’s nice be helpful when it’s needed. My pronouns are she/her, and I’m 33 years old. My specialty of this group is healing them or speeding them up, I have a med-kit that helps me with the healing, and a syringe that’ll help speed up the others if they need to get away from the killer. I do hope my coworkers are doing well, I do hope my coworkers will be fine without me.

Huh what? Oh yeah introductions! Sup people, Wilver here! Uh never really done one of these before . . . Anyway, I’m the tank and hammer wielder of this group! My trusty hammer has never let me done with when I hit people with it, and for a surprise I learnt how to spin with it to hit multiple people just in case. Pronouns are He/They/It and I’m the oldest of this bunch at 41 years old. Apparently there’s legends around here or something, but I dunno, haven’t exactly went on the internet to find research admins or whatever. Anyway, there’s this one hunk of a man called Builderman and I’m gonna try charming him with my irresistible charm.

Howdy yall, your local Sheriff Buckster is in town! I’m the bravest one in these parts and a very fine marksman if I say so myself. It does suck that the thing that brought us here limited me to only 1 unlimited bullet per round, but that’s basically a gamble with my revolver . I identify myself with he/him pronouns and at the proud age of 30. Did have a lasso at some point, but that was confiscated for whatever reason.

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We had to save the best for last, which is me, Sticker! The others with guns may think their the “best” marksman, but why shoot at the killer when you can just effect the area around them with smoke bombs and your trusty slingshot! My pronouns are they/them and I’m sadly the youngest here being 27 years old. My speciality here is mostly just being a nuisance slash distraction with my bombs. The two types of bombs I have on me are smoke bombs, and a slowness one, would’ve been nice for an actual bomb but whatever.

[Pictures in order of introductions since I can’t draw]

[Divider credits: @sisterlucifergraphics ]

[ultfreakme]

im a zutara multishipper though i often feel like a fake cause im not as hardcore as most of em.. i forgot all about that scarf scene its not as memorable as I'll save you from the pirates is that probalmatic imeaniguess but it was a fun scene in the cartoon ..

. so many zuts are celebrating over a silyl scarf scene but i can tell there's higher chances of hell freezing over than zutara and i dont look forward to them going again We were robbed when it doesn't happen. i love being a multishipper though cause i was very well fed with zukaang

im begging shippers not to bully gordon over shipping and it is interting to note how uncomfortable zutara makes the actors prob cause they recognize Kia is a teenager and Dallas is 22 year old.. theres hooplah over how the age gap is fine cause she' ll be 18 and theres a difference with 11/14 vs 15/ year old met guy when he was 20. of course kia is uncomforatble with zutara she met dallas aas a child. but here we got people treating her like she's an adult already.

the way kia is talked about creeps me out and i still think about the people telling me im a fake fan bec i think maybe we dont talk about kias age like shes not even real. i do enjoy the fanart comig from promo pics cause people are super talented but sometimes . it feels that people are shipping Kia/Dallas more than zuko/katara

Hi!! Honestly it's fine if you ship even if things for the ship are considered 'problematic'. I mean I ship Zukka and both of them have genuinely wanted each other dead or gone for a good chunk of the show lol.

I think, and I'm not going to generalize and say EVERY Zutara shipper, but one thing I've encountered as a pattern of difference between Zutara shippers and every other ATLA ship shipper, is canonicity. Zukaang, Zukka, Jetko, MaiLee, TyZula, Tokka, Taang, none of them are of the mindset that their ship will be canon so no one has any real problems with these ships. But a lot of Zutara shippers I've seen on twitter at least are convinced that Zutara was meant to be canon, and this inability keep fanon and canon separate is what's getting people's hopes up. And when it's made clear that these ARE separate, there's upset. I've seen the same thing happen with multiple other shippers and ships across fandoms.

Being a multishipper sounds fun anon, and I hope you're doing well <3

You're so right on the way people act about and treat Kia. Dallas has on interview said Kia is like a little sister to him, and yeah people keep forgetting that these two met when Kia was a child and he was an adult. It's why Dallas and Ian are fine when they talk about Zukka or can joke about "shipping" them.

I've noticed that people are doing the thing again(in 2024 dear GOD), where they keep waiting for young girls to be "legal" to be fucking creeps. People did it with Billie Eilish, the Olsen twins and a bunch of other female celebs and artists. I just feel terrible for her and Gordon, and I wish people would stop being weird about the actors and take a hint because Kia, Dallas, Gordon- none of them are being subtle about being uncomfortable about zutara. The only way they can be more obvious is plaster it on their foreheads. I didn't know about people talking about...ugh I can't even say it, Kia and Dallas like a ship GROSS. Leave Kia and Dallas out of it gosh. I got an ask a while back basically saying people will stop being mean to Gordon if Zutara becomes canon and I was flabbergasted. Like, you won't treat a child, with respect and dignity, because your 20 year old ship isn't real???

I've said this before, but people are just jumping to make Kia out to be more...older? People saying she looks like Gordon's mom(I will hunt these people on sight she looks like a child). And it's this, intermixing of sexism and racism and colourism (I've seen people be extremely disgusting about Dallas and Gordon too about their appearance. Pretty much everyone who doesn't fit into Western beauty standards are receiving awful hate- Thalia Tran playing Mai, Elizabeth Yu playing Azula).

People seriously need to get a grip and start learning to differentiate between fiction and real human beings or this is going to hurt EVERYONE involved, but especially Kia and Gordon. It doesn't matter if Kia is 18, she DOES NOT LIKE IT. DALLAS sees her as a sister, like i wish people would keep that in mind.

[bahllinsqrews]

It’s me, 🪽anon 👋 I wanted to tag @inkysocker in this too so I hope they see this. (If not I’ll send it to them too.)

I agree with you and @inkysocker’s posts on the Ni-ki situation exactly. People have the right to disagree with writing smut about Ni-ki-that’s their opinion and they 100% have the right to feel that way-but if they don’t like it, they should block it and move on. Jungwon is only a year older than Ni-ki and people have been writing smut about him for a long time, and no one bats an eye. Why is there such a double standard? People argue saying “Ni-ki just turned 18”. So, I’m curious to ask them-what exactly is the right time to start writing it by -your- standard? If people wait 3/4/5 months, it would be fine? I don’t get it. And why do people have to abide by -your- standard? It comes off as one of the biggest instances of virtue signaling I’ve ever seen

Look, I watched i-land too. Ni-ki quickly became my favorite because of his talent, sense of humor, humility and kindness-believe me, I’m protective of him too. I get it if some people can’t see him as an adult now because they’re having a hard time separating who he is now from who he was then. But the reality is, he’s growing up and he’s not a little kid anymore. Of course he’s still young and still has his innocent side but he’s certainly not as innocent as some people think he is-because they don’t think about him as a real person, they only see the perfect image that he chooses to show us. And I can understand why. I know kpop companies warp and mold idols’ images into what they want them to be seen as and it’s easy to forget that, once you become a fan and you’re deep in it. I feel like I get lost in it too sometimes. I’ll be honest, I lost my virginity at 17 and was thinking about sex long before that. If people think Ni-ki doesn’t have sexual thoughts like a normal 18 year old, they seriously need to be realistic. In addition, if people think he isn’t trying to shed his “cute”/“baby” image, they really need to get a grip too. Of course he’s still the youngest member-but this year (and esp lately) if you just look at the pictures he himself chooses to post and the tik-toks/dances he himself chooses to do you can tell he’s trying to be more serious and mature.

I have been so absolutely disgusted with the hate and vitriol I’ve seen towards people who have written anything nsfw for Ni-ki or who have talked about doing it. They literally have people telling them to k¡ll themselves, s1it, jump etc. it’s so, so sickening, not to mention triggering. It’s not funny/edgy and cute to tell someone to harm themselves or k¡ll themselves when someone posts something you don’t like-and people just say it like it means nothing. If you can’t properly articulate your stance and express your feelings about something without telling someone to k¡ll themselves, it makes you seem ignorant, immature, and honestly too lazy and vacuous to do so. It certainly does not make you seem like the better person. I know the people saying these things are young and callow but it is so hard to see. They don’t understand the weight their words hold. They have no idea what others are going through and how the recipients of their hate will react to being told to k¡ll/harm themselves. I think about how they would feel if someone actually killed themselves because of the hate they gave them and I would hope that they would actually feel sorry and ashamed but it seems like they’re so far in their narcissistic bubble with their moral grandstanding and so grossly desensitized to saying it in normal conversation that they’d be like “whatever” or “good, they deserved it”. These people are seriously not as edgy and cool as they think they are. They’re immature, twisted, and toxic. Seriously, they give me sociopath vibes. They really think they *hold the torch of wisdom and morals* meanwhile they’re telling someone to s1it their wrists and k¡ll themselves. Make it make sense. In reality, they seem like worse people than the ones they send hate too. And they’re also calling people fat and ugly and fatherless (😀?) when all else fails lmao. What is this, the 4th grade? I’d laugh if I wasn’t so disgusted. Like pls….you’re not funny 💀 Definitely exposes their elementary school/middle school selves, you can really tell how young they are when they respond in that way. Like if you don’t like it, block it. Yet instead they choose to go out of their way to send kys messages…. I can’t fathom how telling someone to k¡ll themselves makes you a better person than them.

It just makes me sick and sad honestly. I’m glad you’re strong because ik you’re probably getting a lot of hate for what you’re doing, but you always respond to it in a mature way, when you do choose to respond to it. Yeah, always feel free to delete as many hate messages as you want, don’t even give them attention. I hope it doesn’t get to you too much and I hope you’re doing well and continue to do well. Just know you’re definitely not alone and have a lot of people who feel the same way. 🩷 And I already talked about the people who send hate to you and others and the kind of people they really are.

(Sorry it was so long-I have a lot of thoughts about this)

This exactly sums up what everyone needs to hear. And a lot of people would agree without hesitation, I have screen shots of people insulting me in my Dms and comment sections and this just embodies what I am trying to get across. STAY IN YOUR CORNER OF TUMBLR!!

[einsatzzz]

Hey! Weird questions about your OCs time, yay!! What are Kurumi's favourite shoujo manga, the ones she would recommend to people? If Kana could travel to any fictional world for 24 hours only (of course, bringing Kurumi and Yui with her if she wanted), which one would Kana choose? Are there any traditions Yui has with the twins that mean a lot to him? - Dee

Hi Dee!!! Sorry this one took so long hbsvfshvfd I wanted to include a drawing of Bria in this as a gift for you hehe I've wanted to try drawing her for a while now, so I used this opportunity XD XD I'm not sure about the accuracy tho, feel free to DM me for any changes you want! (I really wanna draw her properly!)

Answers below! ↓↓↓

What are Kurumi's favourite shoujo manga, the ones she would recommend to people?

A lot of Kurumi's faves are the shoujo manga titles that were released during the Heisei era (like Lov/ely Com/plex), or really just the old school shoujo manga. But if she has to pick top three favorite to recommend, it would be: Na/na, Kimi ni To/doke & Princess Je/llyfish. She's very fond of these older titles since she grew up with them, compared to modern shoujo series (she likes them as well, just not as much).

If Kana could travel to any fictional world for 24 hours only (of course, bringing Kurumi and Yui with her if she wanted), which one would Kana choose?

Kana would want to travel to worlds that are similar to Drag/on Ba/ll or Hun/ter x Hun/ter. Besides shoujo manga recs from Kurumi, she receives other recs from various people too, so she get to read these when she had some off time and found certain premises of these types of series' worlds...very curious. Since it will only be for 24 hours, she doesn't think she'll need to bring Yui and Kurumi with her.

*Me* personally, I would either put her in Si/lent Hi/ll or in an otoge world full of yan/dere LIs (this is gonna end so badly, like abysmal level of bad, and it's gonna be so entertaining).

Are there any traditions Yui has with the twins that mean a lot to him?

Yui & twins don't really have much traditions between them, they just do whatever they like at the moment without considering it. Though maybe through, one form of such "tradition" did unconsciously form between the three of them? For Yui, he doesn't really give a shit about his own birthday. But the twins still want to celebrate with him in some way, so they try to come up with ways to celebrate it privately. Sometimes, the plan fails because Yui is too engrossed in his projects since it's just another regular day for him.

[blindnpretty]

Daily reminder,

If you are supporting !$r_el in this literal g_n_cide, i will never forgive you. If you are neutral on this g_n_cide, i will never forgive you, again.

Sometimes i just can't understand how stupid can people get, there's literally grown men, grown 4RMED men, literal s0ldiers, tagreting CHILDREN. THEY ARE K_LL_NG BABIES, CHILDREN. THEY ARE T@GRETING PR_GNANT WOM_N ON PURPOSE. They literally sh_t a six year old 355 times.

If you don't understand, let me show you how big of a number is that.

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There's 355 dashes here.

Trust me two bullets are enough to k!ll a six year old girl.

But, the people you are supporting are so hateful, that they had to use 355 b_llets. A grown ass man did this, a literal adult. His name was Bani Haroon, yet only a few people know of him. Does that make sense to you? Do you think that you have any right to stay neutral or support !sr_el on this?

Let me clarify it once again if you are getting numb to all of this g_n_cide.

A human has 206 b-nes in their body in average, and even if 355 b-llets hits every bone, it's still too much.

A 6-year-old child's bones and organs are not yet fully developed, and this much lead has the power to tear the b0dy @part. It is possible to consider that her bpdy have turned into minced meat.

A 6-year-old child weighs around 20 kg (44 lbs).

A single b_llet weighs about 8–10 grams.

355 b_llets = about 3.5 kg (7.7 lbs) of metal. That’s nearly 17% of her b0dy weight turned into lead and destruction.

Don't you understand? And i am merely talking about only ONE victim here, her name was Hind Rajab. She was a p_lestinian child, she was six years old. She dreamed and hoped just like the rest of you. She had toys. She wanted to become something when she grew up. Her mother braided her hair, her mother loved her more than anything else in the world, her father swore to protect her, she was their baby, she had siblings to play with, she got sick like rest of you, she loved playing games too, she was excited to go to school and start learning, maybe she was waiting for her birthday, maybe she was going to eat her favorite candies, maybe she was going to visit her grandparents. And yet, a s0ldier k!lled her.

Even calling that man a s0ldier is a shameful thing.

Keep listening to me, you have to listen and tell people in order to find justice for rajab. You can find justice for her, and many others who d!ed in worse ways.

Just keep fighting, keep sh@ring, keep talking about it. Keep doing everything you can.

I will not forgive you for being silent, just know that.

[philtstone]

#7, 13, and 22 for the Psych ask game?

7. Favorite Gus moment?

ooooh this one is so hard! burton guster my forevergirl ... he has so many iconic and Big Ticket moments that stand on their own and aren't related to other characters, but the biggest hallmark of gus's character to me will always be how good of a friend he is -- and so all of the scenes that popped into my head are a bit more subtle. it's a tie between the scene in the thornburg virus episode where gus bursts into the hospital room to make sure shawn doesn't confess his feelings to juliet for the wrong reasons, and the scene in "one, maybe two ways out" when gus immediately calls shawn out for being unfair when shawn says its bothering him that juliet is with declan. something about those two scenes really exemplifies why i appreciate gus so much; he's not here to be nice, he's here to be a good and honest friend who values the people he cares about three dimensionally, and sometimes that means not giving them the easy way out. that's not an easy thing to do. for all that gus runs away when the murder and chaos gets too much, he's incredibly brave and forthright when it comes to his personal relationships, more so than any other character on the show. he's the kind of friend i always try to be, and so those moments always stick out to me the most.

an honourable mention to the entire cold open of "office space", though. also the line "goldilocks was a crazy blonde shorty shawn", which makes me fall to pieces laughing every time

13. Favorite secondary character?

who counts as a secondary character??? can i say henry?? can i please say henry??? henrys secondary enough right??? my henry apologia knows no bounds. favorite disaster father in the history of television, no question

22. How did you get into the show?

good question!!! its a very convoluted story lol so i;ll try to speedrun it. also sorry because this is going to get a little bit sentimental and possibly too sincere

i very much subscribe to the "sometimes you encounter a story when you Need It Most" theory and i think my relationship w psych really exemplifies that idea. so once upon a time, years ago, i tried starting it when i was still into brooklyn nine nine -- this was like, 2017 i want to say? and i was kind of immediately put off and never got past episode 1. because i was expecting b99, which psych is absolutely not. its characters are a lot more morally gray and the show's narrative structure isn't a sitcom -- it's a parody of a crime procedural, which i wasn't used to. lucky enough for me, the beloved people in my life made me sit and watch the highlight episodes a few years later, and of course i was charmed, because psych is nothing if not charming and i grew up reading sherlock holmes mysteries as a kid. holmes and watson are kind of inherently a hit. but i think i never really saw it as it was meant to be watched: gradually, and with the breathing room to really understand the characters in the subtle way the show reveals them to you. i also don't think -- and this may sound weird -- i was old enough to appreciate the Point of the show

when i saw it for the first time, the main characters were still Adults to me -- a nebulous concept for sure, because i was just 22 and they technically weren't that much older than me, but it didn't feel that way at all. they looked like grown ups, especially because i was mainly watching later seasons. i was also stuck at home, with my whole family surrounding me, and hadn't really faced the question of "well what the fuck am i supposed to do with my life now?" yet

this last year, i moved really far from home, permanently, for the first time. i am very close with my brother, and for the last 2 years had been lucky enough to be roommates with one of my best friends, who in turn had basically become like a sister to me. in the first few months after moving, i did live with family, but because i was working remotely from a house in the suburbs without a car, i was alone in the house all day. i started putting psych on as background noise because i remembered enjoying it, and it was something the two people i missed most loved ... and i very quickly realized that shawn and gus were 1) basically the same age as me, and 2) one of the few dynamics i'd ever seen on tv that accurately reflected what it felt like for your Person in life to be a sibling.

it was so comforting to have on in the background. it felt like my own siblings were in the room with me, trying their best and making me laugh! and the more i watched, the more i realized that psych, at its core, is a coming of age show .... about what to do when you hit your late twenties, look up, and realize you have no idea what you're supposed to do next. and it takes your hand, and says gently, "well, it's ok. you have time. you don't have to leave what's familiar behind, but you also need to be brave enough to go after something new. it'll be hard, but you'll figure it out with the people you already love, and meet new people you'll love on the way, too."

that oversimplifies it for sure -- but something about that just hit home so unexpectedly. its been so strange moving into this new phase in my life and feeling terrified that i'll be forced to leave the people most important to me behind because Thats Just What Happens When You Grow Up. to encounter this story that was so fun and clever and sincere that showed again and again the opposite of that sentiment was such a balm to my homesickness and truly made moving away a lot easier than i ever expected.

and its just good -- well written and funny and extremely creative, and while it has its imperfections, it sticks the landing at the end, which has always been the most important thing to me, really. so anyway. now im here 5 months later and i think ive dragged like 6 people down with me in the last month, lol. theres probably more to say here but suffice it to say that because of all that, there will always be something very special about this show to me