#rip i got wordy by b

[risingsouls]

@viopolis​ asked: 8, 9, aaand 28 ( for whoever's the most divergent! )

Munday Asks || Open!

8. did you have a muse you tried to play, but didn’t feel connected to?

[Hmmm not recently I don’t think? I had an OC here at the beginning of the multimuse mess, but I don’t think it was a connection issue so much as it was just a combination of a lack of interest from others and me needing to do more development for her than anything else that made me retire her. Zangya was sort of the same deal, but might have been more a connection issue to some degree. I’ve CONSIDERED several muses of late (cough Fasha and Videl and once in a while to everyone’s shock Bulma but she’s far less recent cough) that I didn’t take up for not exactly feeling the connection thing, but otherwise? It’s usually a different reason that makes me drop a muse.] 9. did you have muse you tried to play, but ended up dropping for various reasons? (the rpc wasn’t active, you lost interest, etc)

[WHOOPS. Didn’t read this first. See the last answer. For flavor, I’ll add that way back in the day when I was in the Zelda RPC, I took up Wind Waker Ganondorf. He didn’t gain much traction and I think it was around when I fell out with the RP group I was in at the time, so I sort of lost interest in rping him. Old Man Gan is at a fascinating point in his life though. Ganondorf is honestly a fascinating character me...if he’s not reduced down to JUST it being his destiny to hassle Link and Zelda because Demise’s curse and DESTINYYYYY!!!] 28. is your muse canon divergent in any way?

[*stares at literally all my muses or are definitely divergent from canon* I won’t go with the obvious ones that are...you know...alive when they were definitely dead in the series and stayed that way. Nabooru is also low hanging fruit because she’s basically a Zelda muse turned DB muse. So I’ll give you two: Gohan and Vegeta.

Gohan isn’t incredibly divergent, but the way in which he is is hotly debated in the community: whether it was “right” for him to give up fighting and become a scholar the way he does. We’ve all seen the bashing he gets for it and the “HE’S NOT AS BADASS AS HE WAS AS A KID ANY MORE” and I could go on and on about how such “fans” suck eggs. BUT, and bear with me, I don’t fully disagree with people that say he shouldn’t have given up training altogether. Just...not for that stupid, fuck boy reasoning.

With my Gohan, I chose to find a balance between him following his dream of being a scholar and continuing his training. After everything that has happened to him from the arrival of Raditz and through the Buu Saga, it’s hard for me to see him giving up training entirely because, in his mind, he failed to protect his friends and family time and time again because he was either scared, not strong enough, or made a foolish mistake, especially when focusing on what happens with Cell and Buu. Gohan essentially makes the same mistake with both Cell and Buu: he gets too cocky and toys with them rather than finishing the job (which a lot of characters do so don’t @ me with that; there’s a point here I promise). Not finishing Cell off when he should have cost him his father’s life (and Trunks, too, but he gets revived). With Buu, it, arguably, costs him the entire planet. Gohan is shown to show INCREDIBLE guilt with what happens with Cell and Goku, and I imagine he would feel much the same with Buu no matter how happy the ending. Survivor’s guilt is BIG with Gohan and, therefore, he would be incredibly harsh on himself for the mistakes he made and, to some degree, want to ensure he doesn’t repeat it a third time. 

THEREFORE, I decided to have him keep up with his training along with going to school and studying. The consequences of that vary, but the biggest for RP purposes and because I like to explore other potential relationships rather than simply just go with the canon status quo it that he does break things off with Videl after high school because he feels like he can’t give her the time and attention she deserves when he’s so busy studying and training (and lbr, Videl would have absolutely gone to school to become a cop; idk what this shit is that she didn’t man). Obviously, this doesn’t have to be a permanent thing and I am absolutely open to rping Hanvi, but point is Gohan is a busy boi post Buu saga and this lets me open things up to be more creative with his relationships. Additionally, he probably wouldn’t be able to reach the same heights as Goku or Vegeta but that was never his thing anyway so yeah.

(That got long so I’ll try to keep Vegeta’s shorter)

For Vegeta, even barring my crossover shenanigans with Nabooru and the main verse of this blog following the framework of my Recruited fic, I would still play my Vegeta as divergent even in a more canon framework. I have Vegeta Brain Rot basically 24/7 and I do a lot of thinking about this dumbass gremlin. I’m sure most people have read my nearing coherent rantings about his characterization in canon and its direction to know by now that I honestly just don’t agree with it. In a nutshell after rewatching/reading the series several times in recent memory, my hot take that Vegeta gets shafted of what he could have been because he’s kept around as a plot point and punching bag and then they feel they have to play up that plot point for likely old-fashioned reasons, give him a half-assed redemption, and then Super comes around and dials this plot point up to 11 and makes that his only personality trait. I could write an essay on why I disagree with how his arc and character turns out, but I’ll try to keepit shorter by focusing on how I would play him if someone didn’t want to indulge me on this crossover adventure I’m on and subjecting ya’ll to.

All of that said and considering who I feel Vegeta is and could have been, my canon divergence in how I would play him in a more canon setting would hings one two things. The first one that would stick closer to canon is on how he lives his life post Cell saga. I personally don’t see him marrying Bulma or, at the very least, they don’t stay together, the latter probably coming after the Buu saga when Vegeta has made peace with a lot of the hang ups he had despite allegedly “moving on” by the time the Buu saga rolls around (Majin Vegeta anyone?). WHAT he would do after that varies and would be fun to explore but the crux of his reasoning would be getting out of the cloud of his depression and realizing that playing house wasn’t the life he really wanted. It was just the easy option when he was so absolutely down that he was ready to give up his one, constant love: fighting.

The other definitely pushes it into AU territory, but I would love to explore it: Vegeta just...leaving. Whether that’s after Namek to run around the galaxy training and being a headache for the crumbling Cold Empire or after Cell when he has no real reason to stay on Earth, I think it could be a really interesting arc to run. ESPECIALLY if he returns to Earth as an antagonist again to get his revenge as planned. Imo, he doesn’t have any real reason to stick around Earth so why not? It would be better than seeing his character ruined with him sticking around tbh.]

[ofmermaidstories]

Spoilers for the latest chapter of Something!

I'm gonna go ahead and apologize now because this is long; please feel free to ignore my wordy ass, I just have a lot of feelings about a certain someone that showed up in the new chapter lol.

I am still trying to get my shit together enough to write a proper review, but I did want to come yell at you for making the grape boy somewhat likeable, like...

Firstly, how??? Secondly, why?????!?!

Lmao, in all seriousness tho, it's nice to see him have a personality that isn't just "Mmmm, tits" *drools* I like to think that everyone in the series grows up and (mostly) out of the worst of their habits, and while Mineta is still a bit of a lecher here he isn't nearly as offensive/creepy as he comes off in show. In fact he's actually sympathetic in a lot way. The bit about seeing his first dead body before "getting laid" hit different like... He tries to play it off like a joke, but dude has to have just as much PTSD as the rest of them, maybe even more given that he wasn't able to fight back in the same way as someone like Bkg or Deku would be able to with their super powerful offensive quirks. They were all just kids, but they had to face hell full on from jump, and let me stop before I get too in my feelings lol.

In a lot of ways, he reminds of you the boys from school — crude. Taking for granted the safety from being in a pack, unchallenged. Leering at posters, saying off-colour things because no one corrects them.

That's exactly the way I view him, just a crude little thing that refuses to be put in his place for long lol. Still, with his being a hero I would hope that he keeps a cap on it while he's on the job--in fact I'm sure he does; if he didn't I'm sure that Aizawa would've yanked his licence by now, the likes of Deku and Kiri wouldn't continue to associate with him, and that's saying nothing of the shit that would get posted to social mead and such. I feel like the only reason he says what he says to the Reader is b/c she's a little gremlin herself and he knows he's got a bit more leeway, yanno?

The little hangout session that they had at the end of the chapter was weirdly heartwarming?? I want a friend(???) that I can be a surly little shit with and draw on and that will call my bf that's not really my bf but should be my bf because he's (that is Mineta) got more emotional intelligence than me lmao. Never thought I'd see the day when the grape would make for such an excellent wingman--tho I gotta wonder what that text he sent to Deku said. Probably something along the lines of "come get yo girl, she must be bored/lonely af because she asked to hang out with me" followed by "are you ever gonna close the deal or not? or have you already hit it??? >:)" just to give the guy an extra push (or maybe he's got a better sense of self-preservation than what I give him credit for, idk lmfaooo...)

Okay, this is WAY too long, I just had to get it out of my system lol. I loved the new chapter lots and I cannot wait to see how things play out in the next one!!

LOL, oh Puck, i adore you sdlkfjsdlkfjsdlkfj

me being a shit-stirrer/asking myself questions i don’t have answers for under the cut

Cat asked me this question earlier today, actually — why Mineta. And honestly? Part of it is the challenge he represents — like, how do you write him into a fic and mature him up so that he’s at the very least, tolerable, but also keep the backbone of his character (which is being a little degenerate). Like, is it possible? One of the most popular tags on ao3 for mineta minoru is something along the lines of “mineta minoru is replaced with shinsou hitoshi” LOL so…….. why didn’t I just use Shinsou? Or Aoyama or Iida, as Cat suggested? And beyond the part of me that delights in giving myself perceived challenges, there were two stark reasons that stuck out to me, when i was first mulling over his inclusion.

1) the fact that he can draw. it’s literally as simple as that. ever since the BNHA exhibition opened up in Japan and it was revealed that there was a scene in there with a class blackboard and the kids having their little drawing competition — and that Mineta was objectively the most skilled — i was like, “i have to include that”. LOL. it’s like you say, Puck, our Reader is a little gremlin herself — i thought if I was going to write a Reader that could handle interacting with him (ie, be in a position to pay him out) it was going to be this one. I think being in the manga industry and starting out on this journey of creating and drawing a Shonen manga sort of put Reader in this unique position of… being in what seems like a boys’ club? So she’d be used to the male gaze within her field. I follow Horikoshi’s assistant (former assistant?) on twitter and let me tell you, that man is not shy about the things that he likes to draw LOL.

the 2) thing was the philosophy i’ve sort of accidentally given myself LOL and that’s the fact that — as a Bakugou stan, if i’m giving grace to a character who was a literal violent bully then………. i can use my magic powers and hand it around to the other characters, too, LOL. and like, i would argue that with Bakugou it’s different, like we’re currently seeing in the manga how he has grown and learnt and is actively changing, which is the key to any kind of redemption. do i think Mineta will ever undergo that in cannon? absolutely not lmao, i see him as being being Hori’s idea of comedic relief, he’s always going to be a horrible little degen. but i want it for him…… if only to justify why the boys of Class-A collectively ignore his bullshit, for the most part? Like, none of them actively call him out on it?? i think of the time he tried to climb the wall to spy on the girls in the onsen — and how it was literally only Iida scolding him and how it took a child to stop him. Or the one when he found the stupid hole into the girl’s changing room and while the boys all looked grossed out….. Jirou’s the one that point an end to that?????? I saw a TikTok (derogatory) suggesting how like, none of the girls of Class-A would trust Aizawa, as adults, because he didn’t do anything to put an end to Mineta’s bullshit, and it was a devastating suggesting. None of us want to believe that our favourites would be passively okay with this kind of behaviour, right?? Which means……. Mineta’s gotta change LMAO. And if Hori isn’t going to do it then imma borrow him and do it myself. Does it work? I have no idea LMAO i can’t judge anymore, my meter is broken. but i’m gonna work with what i’ve given myself and it either will, or it won’t LMAOOOO kldsfjlksdjflkdj fic is about having fun at the end of the day. :’)

But it’s like you point out, Puck — Mineta is also a child, when these kids get trotted out to their first War. And he’s also not as offensively built as the hard-hitters like Deku and Bakugou and Shouto are. Even if it’s not explored in the manga, that War is going to change them all somehow.

So, my gameplan for Mineta was to grab ahold of the tiny things about him — the talent for drawing, the like one [1] observation he has about the wreckage of the war/pro heroes during the war arc, his tears for Bakugou when B wakes up afterwards and how he tells Deku how cool he was and how much he admires him, in the current Bring Deku Home chapters — and try to envision a sleaze bag who learns that the bullshit he pulls won’t be tolerated, even if he’s still ultimately a skeeze LOL. i mean, he’s never going to drop that er…. appreciation for the female form. and i mean, hey, live your best life King, i’ve distinctly noticed a hand-fetish floating around on this site lately so i’m not gonna be like “NO men can’t like ANYTHING”. But the thing with him being a sleaze and open with his leering is like, he’s actively made the girls of his class uncomfortable with that in the past — how do you write it so that he’s not doing that in a position of power with the women he works with (and saves!), as an adult?? Maturity only goes so far. How much can I bank on the war and the subsequent bullshit they’re gonna face from it on…. transforming him??? It shouldn’t be up to the girls he’s learning with to police him, they’re just children. I have a vague gameplan for it — whether or not it works will be one thing; whether i can naturally shove it into the fic is another, LOL. Guess we’ll see. 🧐

SAYING ALL THAT,,,,, i’m actually really glad you liked (???) the ending scene with him because it’s my favourite LMAO lkdjflkdsjflkdjfkldsjf. 😭😭 Reader is by no means perfect, and she and Mineta both need to start treating each other with more respect, but her bullying of him was fun to write and I like imagining a Mineta who considers himself to be close with Deku (whether or not Deku thinks the same is up for debate) going along with it. i could see this version of Mineta being enough of a shit-stirrer to say something like, “gotta lock that shit down” to Deku LMAO kdfjlkdsjflkdsfjdklsfj and then getting left on a skyscraper somewhere…. RIP short King.

[concussed-to-pieces]

To Tell You The Truth Part Two

Fandom: Prospect [2018]

Pairing: Eventual Ezra/Prospector!Reader

Rating: Holy shit M.

AN: Monday has finally come! I'm having a lot of fun writing this (even though this chapter is a bit shorter), and I hope it shows. Enjoy!

Tag List: @huliabitch @renegademustelid @wrestlingfae @zombiexbody @sporadic-fics @rzrcrst @lackofhonor @the-feckless-wonder @arrowswithwifi

Part One

[!TRIGGER WARNING!: This installment contains allusions to previous sexual and/or physical abuse. Stay safe!]

"Well," Ezra said some time later, his voice still a little raspy from performing his own interventions, "Damon may not have been overly intelligent, but the man was certainly resourceful." He tilted out from beneath the navigation console, carefully stripping free another lump of tape from the mess of wires. "He must have pawned off nearly every non-essential object under there. And a few that, regrettably, are." The older man squinted up at you, no doubt taking in the hopeless expression you were sure was on your face.

"So I'm stuck here." You breathed.

"Slow down a beat, gentle soul. We're not played out just yet. The Saders may have the bits or bobs we need. Or…" he trailed off, those dark eyes fixed contemplatively on a point above your shoulder. "Damon mentioned the Queen's Lair and those Karolclan mercs. I assume you are already aware of-" He stopped when you shook your head, his brow furrowing in confusion.

"Damon talking about it with you was the first time I heard his plan." You confessed. "I had no idea that was why we were here, I just...I mean he told me we were digging of course, b-but I didn't realize it would be...like that." You finished awkwardly. 

"And why would you? Better to keep you in the dark, I suspect. Easier to maintain his grip if you don't know there's a secure payout." Ezra replied sourly. "It's bad business if Karolclan is involved. Them or those Krebine degenerates. No sane man would accept that job."

"Before you got him talking, I didn't even know that he used to have a family crew." You continued, not sure why you were still rattling on. Nerves, probably. "He never mentioned them."

"A man's sins can weigh heavy on him. I imagine he figured there was no harm in tellin' me a few of 'em, since he assumed he would be comin' out on top in our engagement." Ezra said dismissively, rolling the tape into a tight little ball. "That is interestin' though, that he would keep you so far in the black. No trust lost between partners." He cocked his head, fixing you with that thoughtful stare. "Though...I am beginning to suspect 'partner' is an incorrect moniker." He muttered, half to himself. 

The man gritted his teeth after a moment, wrapping a hand around his elbow and cradling his injured arm to his chest. The thrower wound on his bicep, though treated and sealed off, had continued to slowly ooze yellow fluid around the 'cream' foam. Through the tear in his thermal layer, you could see that the skin around the sealant had gone a sickly pink. 

"It would seem," Ezra began, sounding somewhat strained, "that I did not close the wound in time. I am afraid I may have to press our objective to trade with the Saders a little more insistently." He appeared to be making a concerted effort to keep his voice steady. "I apologize, gentle soul."

You had already started to empty the contents of your cumbersome exploration pack out, digging through the tattered pouches for your mending kit. "I'll patch your suit." Ezra gave you a blank look and you shook your kit at him impatiently. "We need to plug the hole in your exosuit. Any sort of loss of integrity is bad, especially if we have to tether. I can fix the rip."

He worked his jaw momentarily, the motion seeming like a bit of a tick. Hopefully it wasn't a leftover from when he had gotten acquainted with your head. "How long will that take?"

"Ten minutes, if that. I'll make it quick." You tapped the bulky chronometer on your wrist. 

After he nodded, you tugged gingerly at the sleeve of his half-peeled exosuit where it hung limp around his waist, donning your gloves before you attempted to wipe the sticky fluid off the thick fabric. Then, you flipped the sleeve inside out as best as you could, noting with a touch of dismay just how much pollen was already embedded in the seams. 

Undoing your patch pack, you quickly measured and snipped out a rectangular piece from the double-sided patch material. Your handheld stitcher buzzed wearily at the tough outer layer of his suit, semi-straight lines of faded khaki thread punching their way through to secure the lurid orange patch. 

"Look at you." Ezra murmured, his voice drawing you out of your focused work. "This is your comfort zone, isn't it?"

You ducked your head down to avoid his gaze, smoothing the rubber sealant backing over the inside of the stitching. "Done." You said quietly. 

He inserted his wounded arm back into the sleeve, dragging his fingers across the freshly-patched hole. "I daresay it's better than new, gentle soul! Much obliged for that, though I know it's not just for my benefit." The older man praised, making you flush. Damon had never thanked you. "With that, I suggest we gather your accoutrements and be on our way."

…

Ezra seemed to be in a worse state than he had originally let on. It might have just been the added stress of movement and drawing filtered air, but his staggering was starting to reach a concerning level. At this rate, he would trip over the tether line.

Your gaze trailed down to the inside of your helmet, resting on the gasket barely within your field of view. There was the lone chiclet of Brism gum that you had traded for so many stands ago, taped to the side of the lining. You lazily brought your eyes up again, realizing that Ezra had halted once more. If you took the stimulant-loaded gum, you might be able to…

To what? Overpower him? Outrun him? It wouldn't do you any good now, he was the one who knew where you were going. Better to continue to save the Brism for a real emergency. He had given his word, what little that counted for, and thus far, he hadn't proved himself to be a threat.

To anyone besides Damon, anyway. You recalled how Ezra's shoulders had slumped in defeat when Damon had pressed the pistol to his helmet and forced him to open his trophy case. Knowing how long he must have been here, how difficult it must have been to scrape together what he had found...

You cleared your throat. "Are you-"

"Gentle soul, for both of our sakes--it is best if you do not ask that question." He interrupted, the labored breathing in his helmet com threatening to deafen you. "I am doing my--damnedest not to dwell upon--the uncertainty of my current bodily quandary."

"How do you still manage to use so many words, even when it sounds like your saturation is garbage and you're pulling your air through a filter of mud?" You asked incredulously.

"I am a loquacious fool, gentle soul." He paused to wheeze, then continued on as if to prove his point, "My lighthearted inclination toward palavering has turned into a shortcoming of most grievous impact, given our circumstances." He gave you a curious glance. "I did not anticipate your scathin' query."

You gulped, realizing belatedly how sharp your words had been. "I-I'm sorry, I wasn't-"

"Calm yourself, gentle soul. I did not mean to imply that it was unwelcome." Ezra graced you with a quick, pained grin. "It has been a short eternity since I've had anyone to speak to, you must understand. My extensive vernacular has been languishin' in the rushes." He straightened back up, but continued to cradle his injured arm to his chest. "It's refreshing."

"What about your partner?"

Ezra shook his head at you. "Number Two was mute. Silent as the grave. Whizz at numbers though, could calculate the depth and breadth of just about anythin' if you had parchment to spare."

You hummed in understanding, his overly-wordy terminology suddenly making much more sense. He was used to filling in the silence. Ezra grunted, rubbing a tentative circle around the patch on his suit. "Should...should we put your arm in a sling?" You queried nervously.

"I am afraid it is a mite too late for that, gentle soul." He flexed the fingers on his right hand, swearing softly. "Martyr's malfeasance, that is seizin'. Can barely feel anything south of my elbow. You'd think that would be a blessing." He groused. "Whole thing tingles like a stranger's touch." Ezra looked up and then abruptly halted. "Ah, now here we have some promise." He said, sounding relieved. 

You followed his line of vision and froze when you spotted a black-clad figure in the distance, watching the two of you. 

"Don't move fast. We don't want to spook 'em." Ezra murmured, slowly raising his good arm to hail the individual. They crouched slightly, cautious. You could relate to that. Ezra waved at them, gloved fingers spread wide as if to display that his hand was empty.

The person darted off back into the underbrush after several tense seconds and you heaved out a sigh of relief. It was short-lived however, as Ezra started lumbering in the direction they had gone. "Where are you-"

"As Eurydice attempted to follow her beloved Orpheus out of the Stygian Abyss, so too we must follow our potential benefactor and have faith." Ezra looked back at you, smiling thinly. "Come, gentle soul. Departing the Green is naught but one more Herculean trial for us to conquer."

He held out his hand to you as if you were a small child. You narrowed your eyes at him and he chuckled, letting his arm drop once more. 

"I meant no disrespect. I assumed you needed assurance. You looked ready to take flight like a startled bird."

"I'm fine." You replied stiffly, "I just have the brains to not immediately trust strange people I stumble across in the Bakhroma Green." 

"I resemble that remark, gentle soul." Ezra pointed out quietly. "Yet here you are, tethered up. What does that say about your good sense and sensibilities, I wonder?"

"I'm very adept at ignoring warning signs when it suits me." You snapped before you could think better of it.

Ezra's harsh bark of laughter startled you, his smile weirdly genuine when he aimed it at you this time. "I must say, your changeable explosions of acrid ferocity are keepin' me on my toes!" He exclaimed. If you didn't know any better, you would say he sounded delighted. "You are wonderfully fiery when you forget to be timid, gentle soul."

You bit your lip nervously, uncertain if you ought to display concern over how amused he seemed to be. 

The large dome of his helmet bumped against yours. "You have gone pensive again, like our dear Sol when it hides behind roiling nimbus banks. Perhaps I am too prone to exposition to suit someone of your taciturn nature. Damon did not strike me as a man of many words." His tone was light, but his eyes were serious. You abruptly felt like you couldn't breathe as his body loomed over you.

"Too close." You managed to say, not ready to attempt to actually push him away. 

Confusion flickered across his face, then he seemed to realize that he was leaning his helmet on your own. "Oh! My most sincere apologies, gentle soul. Number Two was a sturdy individual. Afraid I'm overused to restin' a bit of weight where it doesn't belong." He took a large step back, holding his hands out as if to assuage your fears. "I-I meant no disrespect."

His stammer took you by surprise. On someone who seemed so self-assured, it was decidedly out of place. You chewed on your lip and then dared to ask, "What's wrong? You're all...worried."

He stilled, looking away from you and suddenly grimacing in pain. "I...I'm afraid my sands are runnin' low, gentle soul." He admitted quietly. "We have to keep movin', get the lead out."

He trudged forward and before you could reconsider, your hand shot out to grab his. You squeezed it briefly, and then released him. "It'll...it'll all be okay." You tried to assure him, smiling at him like he had at you.

Ezra's expression was unreadable, his heavy brows furrowed deep with thought. He didn't respond to you verbally, just shaking his head after a moment and continuing onward through the Green.

...

The leader of this particular group of Saders, a man named Oruf, welcomed the two of you graciously into his tent once you had stowed your weapons a safe distance away from his village. 

Even in the filtered tent, Ezra's wheezing grew more and more pronounced as the minutes passed. You were actually worried now, just how long had he been limping around with half-functional filtration?

"I was once a man like you, who came with a mind to strike aurelac." Oruf murmured. "But that man died down there in the Green." The other bedraggled inhabitants of the tent were eerily silent as Oruf spoke. He clearly commanded some lofty form of respect. "Born anew amongst friends, bonded into layers beyond the ability of the materialists to perceive." Oruf continued grandly. 

His eyes wandered to you as Ezra stifled another coughing fit, the Sader leader observing your every move with a calm boldness that had you on edge. 

"And now, our son will play for you." The boy, a sullen-looking child with hollow eyes who had been introduced as Fahr, obligingly accepted a strange instrument from his father.

Ezra, who had been almost doggedly focused on Oruf, jerked his eyes down to Fahr at the droning sound of the instrument, the prospector tilting his head to the side. Oruf continued to stare at you and you, in turn, continued to try and ignore the lingering fear currently chewing a hole through your stomach. You couldn't shake the sensation that something was very, very wrong.

There was a woman laying on a pallet off to the side of the main room, and you wondered whether she was ill. She hadn't so much as opened her eyes the entire time you had been there.

The music stopped abruptly and you snapped your gaze back to Oruf, but mercifully he had his eyes closed. 

"That was beautiful." Ezra complimented, his voice seeming deliberately soft. Fahr inclined his head and then got to his feet, retrieving a small tray with two cups on it. 

Ezra perked up visibly, accepting his cup with a nod of thanks. When you received yours though, you felt a bit queasy. The contents looked a little more...viscous than you would have anticipated. 

Ezra sipped from his tumbler far more cautiously than he had imbibed the coffee in the pod. "Juice." He informed you helpfully, no doubt noticing your less-than-thrilled expression. "S'good for you, cleanses the dust."

Another coughing fit rattled his chest and you wondered fearfully just how much dust was in your lungs. The so-called 'juice' felt like an oil slick in your mouth, slimy and wrong, but you gulped it down anyway.

"Thank you for your kindness." Ezra said hoarsely to Oruf as Fahr vanished behind the curtain to the tent's side room. "Now, as you can see, I have sustained a trauma to my shoulder and would much like to flush it with your magic juice." He paused, "and to keep straight, we would also be very interested in proper dressin' and uh, filter refreshers if you have them and can spare them." Ezra tapped the filter that hung slack from his purifier assembly. "In return for your gracious offering, we are prepared to compensate with generosity in equal measure." 

He indicated at the heavy pack you had left beside the tent doorway, filled to the brim with everything and anything from the pod that you hadn't needed (and a few things that you could justify living without).

The young boy emerged from the curtained-off room once again, this time toting a large canister of liquid and a tray of small boxes, balanced on top of one of those all-too-familiar white cases. Fahr carefully laid the items out on the ground in front of you and Ezra, then retreated to sit down beside Oruf. "Here is our offer." The Sader patriarch announced calmly.

Despite the proclaimed direness of his infected wound, you didn't miss the way Ezra skipped over everything that might have been remotely beneficial to him to head straight for the white case. Old habits die hard, you supposed. He shakily flipped up the latches and cracked the lid.

Nine healthy-sized aurelac gems were nestled in the protective foam, all clear shells and amber pearls. 

"I'm sorry, I don't understand." Ezra said slowly, a tentative smile quirking his mouth as he glanced up at Oruf. 

"For your woman." Oruf elaborated from across the tent, gesturing down at the white case and then to you. 

The breath stuttered in your lungs. You could have sworn your very heartbeat stopped. Silence reigned in the cramped space as you stared at the Sader man. 

For your woman. 

He was bargaining with Ezra, offering all those supplies and aurelac, for you. You abruptly wanted to puke. In that moment, you wished desperately that you hadn't obeyed them when they demanded you and Ezra to leave your throwers far from their little village.

Ezra appeared just as stunned as you were, finally croaking out, "that is...that is a bold offer."

"It has been determined, but you cannot see because aurelac fills your eyes. It is inevitable all the same, that they will be reborn just like me." The Sader man leaned forward intently. "That is the reason why you were brought here. Not the aurelac."

"What…" Ezra swallowed hard, his voice grating roughly. "W-What do you need her for?"

"We lost our mother." Dread flooded your body anew as Oruf waved a hand towards the woman on the floor. Not sleeping, but dead, you realized. "And the rush past, it is time to rebuild." 

You were absolutely going to be sick. The juice in your stomach writhed queasily, threatening to make a reappearance. They wanted you...as a mother? 

"The Currents have felt our loss, and have pulled you here to reclaim the balance." The man continued relentlessly.

You shot Ezra a panicked look and noted with despair how dark his expression was. He worked his jaw unconsciously, popping it over and over. He was seriously considering this offer, you could see it plain as day on his face. After all, what were you to him? 

You were nothing, just like you had been to Damon. A convenient floater. Freighter scum. And to this man, trapped here for far too long, you were his ticket off the Green.

Hours upon hours spent docked in the clutches of various freighters merged together into a mangled, horrifying mass, each instance worse than the last as you tried futilely to shove them all back down.

"You're a floater, who the fuck would even care?" Damon hissed, unstrapping his flight suit and gesturing downwards with one sharp jut of his wrist. "I picked you up for one fucking reason, you understand?" 

You were going to be sick.

"Scream all you want, no one can hear you. This pussy is mine."

"No one else would help you. I'm the only one. Don't fucking forget that."

You pressed a hand to your mouth and bolted out the flap of the tent, barely remembering to shove your helmet back on as you went. They want a mother. 

No no no no no!

You knew in the back of your mind that it was foolish of you to run off on your own, but the idea of sitting there calmly while Ezra meted out your bodily worth in chunks of aurelac was impossible to consider. 

You heard footsteps pursuing you and as you turned your head to look, your boot caught on a small hummock. You fell to the ground hard, quickly rolling over onto your back before Fahr lunged to land on top of you. The boy held a large, curved knife to your throat but then he paused, glancing backwards. 

You could hear shouting from the tent. You quickly reached up while the child was distracted, tearing free his filter tube and then shoving him off your body. Free once more, you took off pell-mell back into the jungleous expanse. 

Damon's voice echoed in your ears as you fled to where the throwers were hidden.

"You're a floater, who the fuck would even care?"

Part Three

[fanficwriter013]

The Tower: Unexpected - 2

The Tower: Unexpected An Avengers Fanfic

Series Masterlist

Previous

Pairing:  Avengers x ofc, Bruce Banner x Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Tony Stark x Thor x Sam Wilson x OFC (Elly Cooper)

Word Count: 2354

Warnings: Y’all it’s us, if you don’t know what you’re in for. Boy, you gon cry. Angst baby angst, pregnancy, sickness/vomiting.

Synopsis: A little over 2 years after moving into the Avengers Tower, Elly finds herself pregnant against the odds.  While some are excited, others are terrified, and pregnancy that none expected to happen causes rifts through the group and threatens to end the relationship.  

Author’s Note:  Written with my wordy bitch co-captain @avengerscompound

Chapter 2: Against the Odds

It took quite a while to suspect I was pregnant.  It was after Thor had left for Asgard.  I know you’re probably thinking I’m a huge idiot for that.  You’ve been following the story.  You’ve heard about the kinds of sex I have and with the sheer volume of people I have it with.  I’ve also never mentioned a condom once.  The thing is I have Implanon in place.  The stats for that are good.  Yeah, okay, no birth control is 100% effective.  But this one is like 1/1000 women every three years.  The odds were in my favor.

I also can hear the mom in the back of my head yelling at me about how ‘condoms don’t just protect against pregnancy, Elise’.  That is true, and okay I’m not the smartest person.  I got carried away sometimes, but they are the Avengers.  I figured with the amount Natasha had stalked me, to begin with, they had something in place to make sure nothing was passed on to other people or vice versa.  I was right in the end too, so back off, mom.  Also, don’t follow my example, it gets you pregnant.

The thing I didn’t mention, was before I even came along Bruce had developed a contraceptive for the men.  He didn’t want to risk himself getting anyone pregnant and he thought it would save any problems with women outside trying to make claims against them.  I’d had a talk very early on with Sam about babies, and if they had wanted them and what would they do if say Wanda ever got accidentally knocked up.  He’d told me that the men were all on this shot they took every month, and babies weren’t really in the books for them.  That maybe later Wanda might decide she wanted to.  She was very maternal.  Right now though, none of the men in the group wanted nor felt they could handle being parents and if that changed for Wanda or if it was something I thought I wanted it might be the thing that took us out of the arrangement we had.

Ugh… fuck my life, seriously.

So I’d come to terms with that.  With my upbringing, I was never really sure if my biological call to have kids was me or the conditioning my parents had beat into me that I needed to be a wife and mother.  I knew at the time I had that conversation I wasn’t ready to, and maybe that would never change.

Then I started getting sick.  It was low-level nausea that dulled as the day progressed but it worsened every day.  I felt achy too.  Yes, in the breasts.  No one questioned it.  Double birth control, we were fine.  I was coming down with the flu or something.  I didn’t notice if I’d skipped periods or not.  My birth control made that happen anyway.

As soon as the thought passed through my head I panicked.  With Wanda here, I couldn’t risk her hearing that thought until I knew if it meant anything.  If she heard it, she’d get excited and then I wouldn’t be able to think about this rationally.  So I rushed to the closest CVS and bought some pregnancy tests and took them straight to my apartment and used them.

Every single one of them turned positive.

I didn’t know what to do.  I had been told in explicit terms they didn’t want children.  I wasn’t even sure if I wanted them.  Only looking at the tests I wasn’t having an ‘I’ve got get rid of them’ feeling.  I was worried they’d be angry with me.  That conditioning I had that I’d get in trouble for disappointing people was pretty heavily ingrained.  I was worried that I would make them feel trapped into doing something they didn’t want to do.  It was just, I could picture myself holding this baby.  I could picture them with a child.  Maybe it would have been better if Wanda had heard my thought then she could have told me what to do.

I considered calling up Jax and talking to him.  Maybe getting Clarke to just take me to a clinic and getting this over with and the others would never even have to know how close I came to ruining their lives.

Only I couldn’t do that.  They had a right to know.  To have input on this.  I imagined every single worst case scenario that you could imagine.  Bruce Hulking out and destroying the place.  Getting tossed to the street.  Having them accuse me of cheating on them.  Demanding DNA tests.  Even with all those thoughts, I told FRIDAY to call an emergency family meeting and took the elevator up to the common room with one of the positive tests in a baggie to wait for them all to arrive.

One by one they all trickled in each asking me what was wrong as I sat curled up in one of the recliners.  Each wanting to comfort me, but not knowing how when they didn’t know what I was dealing with.

Finally, Wanda came in with Sam and she looked at me and squeaked rushing over and climbing into the chair next to me and nuzzling into my side as she stroked her fingers gently over my stomach.

“Okay, so we’re all here.  What’s going on?”  Tony asked.

“So... um... I need to tell you something and I really need you to stay calm Bruce.  And also... I didn't mean for this to happen.  Okay?  I ... this wasn't something I planned.”  I said looking directly at him.  I could feel my pulse racing.  Even with Wanda’s comforting touch, all I could think was the next thing out of my mouth was going to destroy all of this.

“El, honey, we've talked about this. You can't start a sentence like that, and expect me to stay calm.”   Bruce said, stiffening up.

I shook my head feeling a very strong urge to cry.  “I don't know how else to do this, B.  It's bad either way.  At least you can brace yourself.”

“Rip the band-aid off, El,”  Tony said.

I took a deep breath in and dug in my pocket for the test and tossed it on the coffee table.  “I’m pregnant.”

Wanda squealed and squeezed me, peppering little kisses on my cheek.  The rest of the room froze and stared at me.  Some with their jaws dropped open.  Steve slowly went and picked up the test and turned it over in his hand.

“But - but - but … I, I, uh, made…”  Bruce stuttered.  He seemed to be turning green at the edges and I jumped up and rushed over to him, getting on my hands and knees in front of him and taking his hand.

“I know.  I know.  I was on it too. Look,”  I said twisting my arm so he could see the little bar implanted under my skin.  “I still am.  I don't know what happened.”

“I don't…”  Bruce said and shook his head suddenly, he was turning a darker and his muscles started shifting.

“Bruce.  Come on, you can't run from this.”  I implored, putting my head in his lap and digging my fingers into his thigh.  He started breathing heavily and I could feel the way his thigh muscles tensed and grew under me.  “Bruce.  I swear to god…”

“El, back up,”  Wanda said.

I burst into tears and scrambled back from him, tears streaming down my face as Bruce doubled over and changed, growing larger, his clothes tearing and his skin turning green.

“El,”  Nat said, “Come here.”

I moved up next to her and she wrapped me in her arms as Hulk took complete control over from Bruce.  “I’m sorry.”  I sobbed.  “I know no one wanted this.  I fucked up.”

She pulled me tightly against her and rubbed my back as I cried against her.

“Hulk, baby?”  Hulk rumbled moving closer to us.

I looked up at him through tear stained eyes.  “Hey, big guy.  Yeah.  Something like that.”

“Hulk, here.”  He said tapping his chest.

“Thank you,”  I said patting the back of his hand.  It was nice knowing I had someone else here who would support me, even if he wasn’t exactly the one that I wanted.  “I don’t know... I don’t know what to do.”

“We get ready,”  Wanda said.  “For a baby.”

I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand.  “Yeah?”  I said and looked around at the others.  “Is that what everyone wants?”

Hulk huffed and nodded his head.  “Hulk want baby.”

I took a deep breath.  “Okay.  I guess.  I guess I need to give the rest of you time to process.  If anyone has strong reasons why you think I shouldn’t go through with this, now is the time.  I literally have no idea about the biology factor.  I don’t know how far along I am even.  Might be timed with a Thor visit.  A week either side I think in any case.  So I’m not sure how we tell him about that.”

“I could maybe run some tests,”  Tony said.  “You'd have to take your own blood, and I'm not the biologist.”

“Okay.  So we run blood tests to find out who?  That’s what we want to do now?”  I asked.

“No,”  Steve said firmly.  “We shouldn’t know whose they are.  We’re in this together.  That is all our baby.”

“You don’t want to know?  But what if it is Thor’s and there��s some special Asgardian prenatal care I need.  What if it’s Bruce’s and it hulks out inside me.”  I said.  I was half joking and then it occurred to me what I’d just said.  “Oh god, what if it hulks out inside me?  Can a fetus hulk out?”

“I'm not even sure I'd be able to read the results to know who's it belonged to,”  Tony said.

“I can.  But I - I’m gonna need a Doctor.  Like an actual obstetrician.  I haven’t made an appointment yet because I just found out, but it can’t just be the way we do things.”  I explained.  There was a tendency in the tower for the others to rely heavily on Bruce and Sam for their medical care, even though neither were technically medical doctors.  If it was really bad they’d call in Helen Cho but they didn’t like to trust other people.  I needed to make sure Tony didn’t just try and take over as my doctor instead of actually getting one.

“I'm going to do the research,”  Tony said with a nod.  “With the potential, we need the best.”

“Okay.  But also quickly.  There’s vitamins and stuff I’m supposed to take and I have to get this out of my arm.  And I don’t know what I’m doing.” I said putting my head in my hands.  “I guess we can make it that if you don’t want to know we don’t have to test you but if you do we can.  That’s fair right?”

“I can agree to this,”  Steve said and Sam nodded with him.

“Okay,”  I said and took a shaky breath.  “And we’re all... I’m keeping it, right?  That’s what’s happening?”

Bucky looked at me with a pained expression.  “Do you not want to keep it?”

“I don’t know.  I don’t know what to do.”  I said breaking down again.  “I thought you’d all be angry at me.  Bruce is obviously angry at me.”

Hulk shook his head.  “Puny Banner scared.  Hulk here.  Hulk want baby.”  He put his hand forward.  “Hulk feel?”

“Yes.  There’s nothing to really feel yet.  But you can.”  I said leaning back against Natasha to give him room.  He gently placed his hand on me, so it wrapped around my side.  “You’ll be able to feel them when they’re bigger.”

“Them?”  Natasha asked.

“I - oh no,”  I said rubbing my head.  The idea of more than one was more I could even deal with right now.  “That was just a nongendered them but what if it’s them?”

“Twins.”  Wanda squealed.  Her excitement was nice but I was starting to feel emotionally exhausted like all I wanted to do was curl up and sleep until the baby was born.

“Let’s not... let’s just wait it’s probably just one right?”  I said.

“And you think you're how far?”  Steve asked.

“This thing messes up my cycle,”  I answered, tapping my arm where my birth control was.  “I haven’t had a period for over three months.  I started feeling sick a few weeks ago. I started actually throwing up three days ago.”

“Okay, something for a blood sample then,”  Steve said.

“Ultrasound too, I suppose.  I'm sorry.”

“Honey, no,”  Steve said.  “We should have been more careful.”

“How more careful could we have been?”  I asked.

“But…”  Sam said quietly.

“But?”  I asked.

“Bruce’s drug. There were tests.”  He said.

It felt like Sam had slapped me in the face.  Of all the people to suggest I had manipulated this somehow I didn’t expect it to be him.  “What do you think I did, Sam?  You think I sabotaged it somehow?  You think I've been going out and sleeping around on top of the 9 of you and hoping this would happen?  I'm sorry.  I'm sorry that I'm apparently the most fertile person on the planet that only one escapee managed to do this.”

“No, honey. I'm sorry. I didn't mean that.”  Sam said.  “I'm just trying to figure this out. Trying to process it. Which I'm sure you're doing the same.”

“Sorry.  Shouldn’t have snapped.   I know no one wanted this.” I said quietly.  I’d started feeling really sick and I didn’t want to be in here anymore.

Wanda looked over at Natasha and something seemed to pass between them.  “I wanted this.”  She said.

“So do I,”  Natasha said.  “Now come on.  Time for you to have a sleep.  They can have some time to process it.”  She said and scooped me up, carrying me into the shared bedroom.  It was quite a while before I saw many of those men again.

// NEXT

[syncogon]

[RS] PV 2

it’s ya boi back with more commentary. and hopefully fewer screencaps bc i don’t actually have as much time as my wordy and useless rambles as well as the quarantine situation might suggest alas

- who’s talking in the opening line? kela?? if so, the voice is totally off, but the theme of “the world belongs to the strong” is consistent with quotes from him and themes from that whole arc

- i guess this is a dream / unconscious sequence... i’m sad to see him like this. also one of the analyses i read was like you can track when in the movie a scene probably takes place by the progression of the markings on his skin, which is very obvious and i should be paying attention to that more -

^ i really like this visual. and i like how the galaxy eyes designs are all so distinct

^ Alliance soldiers i think, guessing from the uniforms? bc I thought the Eyes had all black uniforms. but i’m not sure. actually it prob makes more sense it’s the Eyes. rip the one guy facing the wrong (?) direction

^ actually these shoes are consistent with Eyes designs i think. nvm. also is that the announcer robot guy?? why is his body so small is that his real body or something??? what’s happening to him rip

^ what the FUCK is with this tattered cloak design?? it was definitely not tattered before? he would definitely look better with just like, a normal cloak, his cloak would never get tattered unless intentional, this is just a really weird and creepy image. then again ig if it’s part of the dream sequence, but this is implying that this is redeye’s actual design, and i don’t like it. tbh s1 redeye outfit with the short cloak was great

^ kiss kiss ki-

hope we see more of jupiter, the city design is tbh quite cool. though i wonder what exactly this Eye thing is supposed to be? is it part of the tower and just always here? 

THE ENEMY’S GATE IS DOWN

flashback scene! but what about? the golden cube or the engine maybe? but i was hoping for something more interesting.

AW FUCKING HELL THIS FUCKER IS BACK.

FUCK.

ARGHHHHH.

ngl im really disappointed that they decided to bring kela back, i think that defeats the narrative significance of an especially significant arc. we’re already done with this antagonist! let’s move on! it isn’t cool or hip or logical to bring back antagonists when their story arcs have come to such a clean end! throw trash away when you’re done! ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh i have more to say but i should move on maybe i’ll write another post/rant or something

yo what the fuck is going on here though. i don’t even know what planet that is jesus

wait is this. a hypothetical or like. an actual. planet. 

ok so. WHOMST THE FUCK is this??? another galaxy eyes secretary? or someone higher rank? surely not the head honcho bc if so i will be super disappointed. actually his vibe kind of reminds me of kela. we’ll see i guess, hope he brings something interesting to the table. 

it’s the guy from the poster! ppl say most likely he’s involved with auroras’ backstory somehow. our four major protag backstories all had like mentor figures, so maybe this is auroras’? but following that logic he shouldn’t be here in present day tho, so. 

wonder what the pink smoke is tho, and also why he’s being shot down, and also everything about him :0

but what’s with the shattered... glass? rock? tornado thing around maidang? hmm. and they’re all just watching... and it’s in the arena with that ox man statue 

white eye. in action! 

AAAAA so i got 2/3 right. so weird seeing ox man just walking tho lmao his proportions look wack he’s way skinnier than i expected. 

hey, hey. kela. look at me. 

bitch.

i like this cut. is it significant? who is this galaxy eyes person OH WAIT if the rumor is true that aur was formerly Eyes then he must be story related to this guy somehow... maybe he was sold to medici or something who knows

this was so cool!!! like sanji from one piece. i dig it.

this actually almost looks 3D modeled for some reason haha

wait so is this... the finals of the tournament? 

what. is the context of everything in this set i’m so curious aaaa

is this a) a cool app of diya’s abilities b) the Eyes guy from earlier attacking but what is that supposed to do, capture magically? c) aur/diya (jidi) moment???

... yeah somehow this whole scene looks 3D modeled. maybe it’s the lighting.

fun char designs to look at?

damn those muscles. but yeah i think a lot more markings appeared after this moment in his revival fight

mmmm.

red eyes... and is the stone purple now?? ahh.

also the cut from this to redeye was really cool! their eyes were like overlapped in positions. so cool. i wonder if this was intentional

maidang has gotten so much better at fighting, like, the basics. i dig it. 

emotional but this just reminded me god i miss s1 diya. competent. cool. occasionally sassy. the movie just made her worry about maidang and weak, it’s like her only personality trait. (actually is this shot from the first movie? i don’t remember.)

god the more i think about it the more the jidi agenda feels like a thing. anyway what’s he blowin up hm.

i kind of wish we got backstory on why this is a bee haha but i like how it’s so distinctive

so cool!!!

beat his ass!!!

tUrBUleNce also gudong so worried :( 

:0

cool new power app??? is this her power. i just thought it was but maybe that one shot of her wasn’t her using her power. who knows.

also the cut from this to aur doing basically the same thing..... (adjusts glasses)

see?? the shading looks fake. hhh

AIGHT ok that’s all. actually there were sound/voice/line comments which i will edit in later. 

ok it is later.

- “i just saw the galaxy eyes fleet surrounding jupiter” sounds like tang wude actually! so im excited, that’s reason for him to get back here in time?

- “i already knew the eyes wanted to destroy solar” sounds like medici...?

- “people need heroes, and to become a hero one must pay a price” ok i really like this line it’s super cool, but i can’t say who is or might be saying it. one of the new antagonistic chars possibly?

- “there is a word called ‘miracle’” sounds like medici, as does “the era of new heroes”, though the latter could be someone else

- rest of the lines are all either maidang or diya or gudong

other thoughts:

ppl kept commenting in chinese on the youtube vid like whens the release like it says right there! on the video! in chinese!

still no medici (visually) or shu, huh. 

sound quality for the trailer was wack tbh. hopefully the movie won’t be like that.

i’m a little worried, actually, that this has lost the core of what made it so good. that it’s become cheap. but only time will tell. i’ll still have hope. 

anyway countdown continues let’s goooooooooooo (pls let me be able to watch...)

[ohhicas]

I got tagged for some questions by @whitemistrose & I’m apparently wordy today so CUT YOU GO

What’s your favourite song[s] to sing/hum? -- if it’s playing on the radio & I know it I’ll probably sing under my breath or in my head for sure, regardless what it is. If I’m ACTUALLY singing like, aloud, probs in my room or with friends in a bar, I prefer male vocal stuff-- honestly I’m not picky as far as songs go. Though my go-to in the last week or so has been Bo Burnham songs, or John Denver.

What are your favourite flower/tree/plant [all 3 or whatever you have an answer to]? -- Lavender, plain’ ol clover, andddd cottonwood for tree-- but I’m less picky on trees? I’m probs gonna be allergic to it REGARDLESS but at least cottonwood you can climb easy and they make a pretty sound when it’s spring & the wind is strong

Favourite colour[s]? -- Green, absolutely. Any shade. But I’m finding myself leaning towards greens that edge heavier on the yellow than the blue recently.

What do you always doodle [if you ever do]? -- Probs whatever fandom I’m in most atm? Or whatever OC set is at the top of my mind. I certainly don’t scribble-doodle as much as I used to anymore. (It’d probably be a dumb face reactin to something)

How do you take your coffee/tea? If you don’t like those what’s your fav warm drink? -- B L A C K. I was never fond of milk so I don’t really use the use of it watering down my tea or coffee. If I’m feelin it & just absolutely want something sweet or my throat hurts I may put some honey in my tea

Favourite candle scent? -- I have a blood orange candle I’m lamenting running down that I love, and I just finished up my lavender candle the other day and I’m upset. I hope Target gets it back in stock soon

Sunrise or sunset? -- Sunset

What perfume do you wear if any? -- Pacifica’s Tuscan Blood Orange. I mean, if I remember to put it on before work-- usually I just go without & hope my soap/shampoo handles basic smells (all lavender. Are you seein a theme here yet or)

What’s your go to dance move when you’re alone? -- I’m probs sitting so it’d just be arm wiggles

Favourite quote? -- Iiiii dont’ think I have one lmao

Favourite self care thing[s] or routine[s]? -- Biiiiking? Just, going outside on aimless trips on my bike to get clear air & step away from the computer for a bit.

What’s your eye colour? -- Greyish blue

What’s your favourite eye colour on others? -- I don’t have a strong preference, but I really enjoy honey browns & green

Favourite season? Why? -- SUMMER. I’ll sweat like a stuck pig and half the state is probably on fire but I love it. I get all the warmth and storms we usually get, but without the constant fear of tornadoes that comes with Spring.

Cheek, neck or nose kisses? -- For me? Pass on all. But if it’s a ship or something I’m shipping/reading/etc all three are pretty cute.

What does your happy place look like? -- It’s... the outdoors so uh, depends? I’d prefer it to be all greens and browns and probably got that quiet wind feel. I don’t even need the sun I just want something warmer than jacket weather and I’m set.

Favourite breed of dog? -- The bigger the better. I like the look of a lot of dogs that if you see them out with an owner you’re like “.... how will your arm not rip off the second they take off running.” BUT AT THE SAME TIME? A lot of smaller breeds are cute too. I love all dogs, I can’t think of one I’d turn away besides maybe like... the ones bred to hell for ‘aesthetic’ that aren’t healthy.

Do you ever want to be married? If so what colours would you pick for your wedding theme? -- Lmao

Silk or lace? -- Lace, silk would feel disgusting here half the year

Favourite weather? -- I wanna wear shorts and a loose shirt & be able to bike around while breaking a sweat but not nearly pass out in a McDonalds because my body decided it’s had enough of this again. Also if there’s a sudden rainstorm that isn’t too dangerous to ride in, I love it. I’m realizing a lot of my answers are “idk, just lemme bike in it” lmao

[howaminotinthestrokesyet]

50 Ridiculous Rock Star Quotes: Random Quarantine Thoughts

Noel Gallagher

1. If there were gold medals for taking drugs for England I would have won a shitload.”

2. “Didn’t go into rehab like all me mates did – fucking lightweights.”

3. On Thom Yorke: “No matter how much you sit there twiddling, going, ‘We’re all doomed’, at the end of the day people will always want to hear you play ‘Creep’. Get over it.”

4. “I reckon if Thom Yorke fucking shit into a light bulb and started blowing it like an empty beer bottle it’d probably get 9 out of 10 in fucking Mojo."

5. “Kids have got to make their own choices. I don’t want my daughter’s record collection to be the same as mine – I don’t want her to be as cool as me."

6. “Ewan McGregor was my neighbour, right, and he came round my house the night he got the part of Obi-Wan Kenobi. I just happened to have two of those lightsaber toys, so I said, 'Come on – in the back garden.' And we had a fucking lightsaber fight. His first Jedi training session was with yours truly in my back garden at eight in the morning."

7. “You can’t write songs about your wife if your brother’s singing it. No, that’s not going to go down well."

8. “All I ever wanted to do was make a record. Here’s what you do: you pick up your guitar, you rip a few people’s tune’s off, you swap them round a bit, get your brother in the band, punch his head in every now and again, and it sells. I’m a lucky b**. I’m probably the single most lucky man in the world.”

9. “Just because you sell lots of records it doesn’t mean to say you’re any good. Look at Phil Collins.”

10. “If I ever get to go to the moon, I’ll probably just stand on the moon and go 'hmmm, yeah... fair enough... gotta go home now.’"

Kanye West

1. “50 is Eminem's favourite rapper… I'm my favourite rapper."

2. “My greatest pain in life is that I'll never be able to see myself perform live."

3. You basically can say anything to someone on an email or text as long as you put LOL at the end."

4. I think I do myself a disservice by comparing myself to Steve Jobs and Walt Disney and human beings that we’ve seen before. It should be more like Willy Wonka…and welcome to my chocolate factory.”

5. “I have to dress Kim everyday so she doesn’t embarrass me.”

6. “Sometimes people write novels and they just be so wordy and so self-absorbed. I am not a fan of books. I would never want a book's autograph. I am a proud nonreader of books."

7. “You may be talented, but you’re not Kanye West.”

8. “You know, I’m a creative genius and there’s no other way to word it.”

9. “You should only believe about 90% of what I say. As a matter of fact, don’t even believe anything that I’m saying at all. I could be completely f—g with you, and the world, the entire time.”

10. “Trends come and go, but cool is forever."

Keith Richards

1. “Some things get better with age. Like me."

2. “I’ve been through more cold turkeys than there are freezers.”

3. "I've never had a problem with drugs. I’ve had problems with the police.”

4. “Some doctor told me I had six months to live and I went to their funeral.”

5. "If you're going to kick authority in the teeth, you might as well use two feet."

6. “If you've gotta think about being cool, you ain't cool."

7. “Rock and roll ain't nothing but jazz with a hard backbeat."

8. “And then I think we realized, like any young guys, that blues are not learned in a monastery. You've got to go out there and get your heart broke and then come back and then you can sing the blues."

9. “I was number one on the Who's Likely To Die list for 10 years. I mean, I was really disappointed when I fell off the list.”

10. “Rap — so many words, so little said. What rap did that was impressive was to show there are so many tone-deaf people out there. All they need is a drum beat and somebody yelling over it and they're happy. There’s an enormous market for people who can't tell one note from another.”

Axl Rose

1. "I write the vocals last, because I wanted to invent the music first and push the music to the level that I had to compete against it."

2. “I'm not God but if I were God, ¾ of you would be girls, and the rest would be pizza and beer."

3. “I'm late to everything. I've always wanted to have it written in my will that when I die, the coffin shows up a half hour late and says on the side, like in gold, 'Sorry I'm Late'."

4. “It's really hard to maintain a one-on-one relationship if the other person is not going to allow me to be with other people."

5. "If love is blind I guess I'll buy myself a cane"

6. “I discovered I scream the same way whether I'm about to be devoured by a great white shark or if a piece of seaweed touches my foot.”

7. “I don't even know my own phone number.”

8. “If you are really into waiting, try holding your breath for Jesus, 'cause I hear the payoff may be that much greater.”

9. “Rock n' roll was a bad and evil thing. l remember once I was singing a Barry Manilow song, "Mandy," In the back seat of the car. It came on the radio, and I kind of sang with it, and I got smacked In the mouth because that song was "evil."

10. “Sometimes your friends are your lovers, or have been at one time.”

Dave Grohl

1. “How could you not want to do this? I get to sit around and talk about rock’n’roll all day, then go play music with my friends and laugh my arse off backstage, until it’s time to have a beer and get 80,000 people to sing with me. That’s not work!”

2. “I can truly say out loud that ‘Gangnam Style’ is one of my favourite fucking songs of the past decade. Is it any better or worse than the latest Atoms for Peace album?”

3. “I once received a cape [from a fan] that was made from the little purple bags that Crown Royal Whisky comes in. I know! I used to wear it but I don’t anymore.”

4. “Rick [Astley] is the man. The seventh Foo Fighter. He’s such a sweetheart.”

5. “Every record we go into make we go in thinking we’re gonna make ‘Dark Side of the Moon’ or ‘The White Album’ but at the end of the day we end up with a Foo Fighters record there’s nothing we can do.”

6. “If you play a Nickleback song backwards you'll hear messages from the devil. Even worse, if you play it forwards you'll hear Nickleback."

7. “Because you have things like 'American Idol' and you've got radio stations that play music made entirely by computers, it's easy to forget there are bands with actual people playing actual instruments that rock."

8. “What's the last thing a drummer says in a band: Hey guys, why don't we try one of my songs?"

9. “There's something about heartbreak that makes for great music, but the same could be said for Jägermeister. Hangovers make for great music, too."

10. “To women, drummers seem like these adorable, sexy Neanderthals, and lead singers seem mysterious and dangerous. So while the lead singers all want to be David Bowie, floating into parties and being the center of attention, it's the drummers who are in the corner doing keg stands and breaking tables. Usually it's the drummers who get the fun-loving ladies and the singers who get the nutcases."

[goldenscript]

fun facts.

tagged by @tendershepherd​ <3 thanks darlin’!!! (i’ll put a ‘read more’ somewhere since i got a lil’ wordy with some of the questions~)

HOW TALL ARE YOU?

4′11″

WHAT COLOR ARE YOUR EYES?

very dark brown, almost black tbh

DO YOU WEAR GLASSES OR CONTACTS?

both!

DO YOU WEAR BRACES?

nope, never~

WHAT IS YOUR FASHION STYLE?

according to @thekittylovesrebloging​, my style is very simple! i generally go for comfort and style, so lots of simple tops and bottoms. i really dig the 90′s fashion trend and the athleisure vibe, so lots of bomber jackets and denim ones too. as of late i really like wearing leggings too ;w; but tbh it really depends on my mood because i can range from posh to casual.

WHEN WERE YOU BORN?

june 26

HOW OLD ARE YOU?

19

DO YOU HAVE ANY SIBLINGS?

like five other half-siblings altogether lol. all under ten. i consider my sister from my mom’s side as a whole sibling? she’s my seven-year-old baby ;w;

WHAT SCHOOL/COLLEGE DO YOU GO TO?

a uc, otherwise known as a university of california. very science based & liberal arts / humanities belittling tho so that’s pretty annoying as an english major

WHAT KIND OF STUDENT ARE YOU?

hardworking LOL. i tried really hard in all subject even though i was absolutely terrible at science and half-decent at math. i generally tried to study and get my work done. used to get on the principal’s list and got a’s and b’s! very few c’s. still kinda the same now!

WHAT ARE YOUR FAVOURITE SUBJECTS?

creative writing > english (ahahah, believe me the difference is huge), and asian american studies lol. the latter is a bit like sociology because you’re studying a group of individuals in this ethnic group, looking at certain environmental factors that effect them as a whole, and results of these treatments. really interesting stuff!

WHAT ARE YOUR FAVORITE MOVIES?

hands down, ten things i hate about you is my go-to movie. i really adore spirited away and kiki’s delivery service also! ngl but i really really really love watching all the lotr movies.

WHAT ARE YOUR FAVORITE PAST TIMES?

writing, working out, and hanging out with friends

DO YOU HAVE ANY REGRETS?

of course, lol.

WHAT IS YOUR DREAMJOB?

writing. owning a bookstore and coffee shop. working in publishing.

WOULD YOU LIKE TO GET MARRIED?

Not opposed to it, not dying to do it, either. (basically shep’s response)

DO YOU WANT KIDS? HOW MANY?

maybe one of my own and adopt another.

HOW MANY COUNTRIES HAVE YOU VISITED?

i’ve never left the u.s. but believe me when i say i’d love to visit other countries

WHAT WAS YOUR SCARIEST DREAM?

i think i’ve only ever had a total of three nightmares that i can recall. first, when i was younger i used to live with my paternal grandparents. we didn’t have a room so we had a futon in the living room. we were laying there when suddenly these two bikers came crashing in through the huge window across from us and it scared me because i thought it was so real. ironically enough, at one of my dad’s meetings, we saw a guy that looked like the one from my dream.

second, mary shaw from “dead silence” passed me by and shushed me and basically the entire premise of the movie was not to scream in her presence or she’d rip your tongue out. as a third or fourth grader, i was freaked the fuck out, especially since this was the first time a horror movie figure appeared in my dreams (like i had seen freddy vs. jason and didn’t bat an eyelash). i’ve since gotten over this, so that was a relief.

third, not really a dream but i think it was a lucid dream. basically a fucking demon or some shit licked my cheek and whispered some stuff to me while i couldn’t move and i just pretended i was still asleep. weird stuff. gave me story inspo though!

DO YOU HAVE A BOYFRIEND OR GIRLFRIEND?

nah.

PUT YOUR PHONE ON SHUFFLE, WITHOUT SKIPPING, POST THE 15 FIRST SONGS THAT PLAY

white love; monsta x

save me; bts

whalien 52; bts

just one day (jpn ver. extended); bts

rollercoaster; cnblue

21; dean

outro: house of cards; bts

smile again; winner

tell your mama; kehlani

juke jam; chance the rapper

higher; jhene aiko

ain’t hard 2 find; 2pac

breathless (acoustic version); astro

exchange; bryson tiller

how can i say; day6

tagging:

@jungnoir @yongceo @wonhopes @imdifferentshadesofpurple @bakolod @joyfulgem @gukyi & anyone else who wants to do this! feel free to just tag me (((: n if you don’t wanna do this then that’s peachy also!

[fuck-customers]

Long submission is long... AGAIN...

But I really need to get it off my chest. Thank you and sorry in advance. I dont know how to not be so wordy. I've tried. Anyways... A new development from... here... http://fuck-customers.tumblr.com/post/162442038608/long-submission-is-long (I'm on mobile so sorry for the dumb link/if it doesn't work) Anyways. So things are bad at work. I can obviously see that I need to get out. I'm waiting to apply elsewhere until it's closer to my vacation that I can't back out of - I feel like not being ready to start immediately puts a damper on prospective jobs, plus I want to really be able to knuckle down and focus once I'm back. Well, that's starting to sound like a bunch of excuses, so let's get on with it. In the meantime, while I wallow through my shitty job, I've been thinking of ways to try and make it better so I hate it less. And this might come off as a bit of a laugh, considering, but I thought to myself - now, Kat, why not become a head cashier (supervisor)? A forewarning - I'm going to mumble about my back and forth between being a supervisor and not, but it becomes relevant down at the end. I promise. Anyways now, hear me out. From the first time I worked at this place, becoming a head cashier was like... my goal. I firmly believe that if I had stayed for a few months instead of having to quit and move cross country, I could have done it. When I came back after moving back across the country, it was still a goal in my mind. But a goal that was thoroughly squashed once I became friends with one of the current supes, and became better friends with an old coworker who used to BE a supe. Turns out that that shit fucking sucks and is supremely awful. They barely pay you more than a regular cashier (they basically pay you base pay for other departments to be a SUPERVISOR), and while you're guaranteed 32-40 hours, the stress really isn't worth it. So I said fuck that. However, I've had a couple coworkers ask me why I'm not a supervisor. I always shrug and say I dunno, but now that I'm in this slump, I'm asking myself - why not be a supervisor? I have enough experience to do it. And learning how to deal with the safe and do cash drops and close the registers and everything else would give me better and more experience for finding more fulfilling employment. More time with shitty customers, but less time with customers overall. Plus, if we're being entirely honest, I wouldn't want to go on a power trip by any means, but if I were a supervisor, maybe people would stop fucking treating me like I'm new and don't know wtf I'm doing. ANYWAYS - I thought, well, it's better than nothing while I job hunt. More experience, a different work environment, a bit more pay. Might be better, albeit probably not. Worth a shot though. Shake things up. So I had it in my mind to bring it up to a manager/s. I thought, hey, I'll just fix my attendance issue and show I'm dedicated and then I'll surely have a shot at it next time there's an opening! ...and then I worked a closing shift on Tuesday (6/27) and saw my hopes slowly shatter in front of me, like a mirror thrown onto the ground in slow motion. So, everyone was apparently supposed to be given "informal" evaluations. It's the same paper, the same setup, the same criteria as a formal one that goes on your record, but without going on your record. I had literally no idea about it until a different super brought it up to the closing super. I don't like the super I was closing with that night, and I don't think she likes me, so I kind of have the feeling she said she lost my informal eval so she didn't have to give it to me, but the other super just said to just tell it to me orally. Basically, long story short, my biggest failings are that I "wander off from the register" and that I "need to pay more attention to customers than coworkers" (a jab at the fact that apparently I don't call customers over to my register, a complaint in the post linked at the top). I don't mind being reprimanded if I've earned it. I don't claim to be a perfect employee. There is room for improvement. But to claim I WANDER and DON'T HELP CUSTOMERS? You've got to be shitting me. I don't "wander" off from the front end. Any time I DO leave the front end, I always ask or tell a super. "Can I go to the bathroom?" Or "I'm gonna go get some cleaning rags from the back." or "I'm going to go do my produce walk." They literally fucking never have to page me back to the front. Do you know why? Because I'M ALWAYS FUCKING THERE. It's not like they always catch me in the back. Or like a manager is always finding me in grocery talking to my friend, or hiding behind the apple stand in produce admiring the melons (winky face). Like honestly????? I'm a WANDERER??? ARE YOU SHITTING ME? But looking back it's apparent the super I don't like isn't the only one that thinks that. One day I was AT MY REGISTER and another super came up and started looking all around going "now where is-" before looking behind her and going "oh there you are."... referring to me. Wow. Maybe I'm a wanderer because im not on register 100% of the time? Which... is also a joke... so let me tell you... A. There's no reason to be on register 100% of the time because... we've... LOST BUSINESS... to the new store. B. They get mad at you if you're standing around at your register doing nothing. Which brings me to my next point, being that I guess the managers see me as a slacker as well, or at least one of them does. And this happened on the same night my super gave me the informal eval. So... to give a shorthand version of the situation, I went to the bathroom and when I came back, my super wanted me on register because she was sending the only other cashier on her break. Leaving me and my super as the only two people on register. So I go to get on register, I'm up in front of my screen for like... a minute and a half, 2 minutes tops, looking around for customers and trying to decide if it's safe to continue my closing cleaning duties (staying on the front end... cleaning the registers.... NOT "wandering off") or if I should stick around. The manager at the time sees me, and goes, "so, [nickname he calls me], you definitely don't just want to br standing around. So here's what you can do..." and starts giving me this task that would not only require me to be off register, but off the front end. Which wouldn't be good, because again, I'm basically THE ONLY CASHIER AT THIS POINT. I can't just go running off the front end to fill the drink coolers. So I tell my super what he wants me to do and ask what SHE wants me to do, and she tells me not to do it. So I don't. She leaves to help count drawers and I encounter a rush, the coworker comes back, but the rush is still bad so I call for backup. Customers get shitty with me for phrasing my direct-to-the-room-and-not-an-intercom-page call for help of "yeah we're kind of swamped up here..." (cue a few "KIND OF?"'s scoffed at me) when paging the cash office for said back up, and finally it dies down. SOOO... at the end of that particular register we had a barrel of pre-bagged pistachios. The kind of weird mesh bag that you can stick your fingers through and pry open. So during that rush, one of my last customer had a couple of kids. She was watching the kids and kept stage whispering their names and kept shooting me furtive glances while I blatantly stared at these two kids ripping open one of these bags to get the nuts like yes... I see you guys.... and I see you, mom of hellspawn, not doing anything... Anyways, after the rush died I closed my register, fished out the bag, and started walking across the front end to the produce stand we have in front of the doors over there. I knew we had plastic produce bags so I was getting one to toss this OPEN BAG OF NUTS INTO. Sorry for all caps I'm getting agitated thinking of this Anyways, I'm almost by the door where.. surprise surprise, the manager is there doing something with the carts outside. He sees me and comes in and he's like "so how are those drink coolers coming [nickname]?" Now this was about an hour and 15 minutes before we were to close for the night, and 15 minutes before the only other cashier beside the one solitary super we had left was to go home. Supervisor had to close drawers, so in about 15 minutes I was all they were gonna have for the next hour. So I go up to the manager like 5 minutes later and explain... I'm like "hey... about the drink coolers... the other cashier is about to leave and I'm going to be the only one here. I'm not trying NOT to do it, it's just I don't know that I'll be able to given the circumstances." SO HE SAYS - "Oh it's okay if you can't. Try to, but I know you gotta clean and close and all of that. I only said that because I didn't see you doing anything at that second." WHHHHHHH---------- FUCK YOU!!!! I even got a little heated and started telling him like hey... open bag of nuts a couple of kids stuck their fingers in... I was trying to contain a potential mess and a now shrink item!!!!!!!! I WASN'T WALKING AROUND DOING NOTHING. I SWEAR TO GOD. It's just more of the catch 22 shit I complained about my supervisor doing in the first submission, but now it's everyone doing it. "Oh you wander too much, you need to stay on register. But since you're not doing anything, here's some tasks that would pull you off the front end and make it look like you're wandering." And how does this tie to being a supervisor myself? Well... even if my attendance was fixed, and I magically became a superhuman cashier that can stay off register while still being ON register, I know they won't consider me for a promotion. In my experience, once you're seen as a slacker, you're always gonna be a slacker, no matter how hard you work to shake that off of you. I don't get it. I really don't. I walk into work on a Saturday morning and everything looks like a mess, like no closer did anything. The day before all of this happened, I had to close as well - there was a rumor of a sheet we had to follow to make sure everything was done properly. After asking around, I was given the sheet and it's literally not anything different or new than what I've been doing this entire time. Which, on a side note, basically prompted everyone to try and tell me how to close. To quote, "basically, you know, when cleaning the front end, just have common sense and-" to which I cut off with a curt, "I know. I know how to close the front end. I was just making sure there wasn't anything extra I was missing. Which im not." .....bitchy, I know, but honestly.... you're the fourth person to try to tell me what to do when all I asked for was a list. We have to bring out these closing duty sheets because "some people aren't doing anything" but it's shit I've been doing this whole time. The manager (different manager than was giving me a hard time in above) didn't even bother giving it to me BECAUSE I KNOW WHAT I'M DOING. And yet somehow I'm labeled a slacking wanderer. I don't get it. Tell me I suck because im always late coming in. Tell me I'm awful because I take a few minutes too long on the single break I get. Tell me I could bend more and be a bit slacker to customers demands (SURE I WILL!!... what a bullshit policy). But you're really gonna label me as a slacking wanderer. I can't even. My morale is so low. I want to quit so badly. I'm not the world's best employee but I don't deserve this shit. I have to close again tomorrow and I'm just sort if hoping I fall into a coma so I don't have to go. Fuck my life.

[sunbrights]

5, 6, 7, 19, 21, 27, 38!

5. Share one of your strengths.

“Strength” might be a strong word, but I’m always trying for brevity in the things I write, and I think I’m getting better at recognizing when I need to cut down. I spend a lot of time deciding between individual words (or between using a word and not), to make the best impact I can with what I’ve got. Whether the changes I make are an improvement or not is up to the reader, I think, but I can at least say it’s something I’ve been working to be better at for a long, long time.

6. Share one of your weaknesses.

I don’t trust my dialogue, in the sense that I don’t think it carries itself very well. I feel like I’m always adding extraneous things to improve the flow of my dialogue, when really I should just write better dialogue that flows on its own, if that makes sense. It’s one of the main things I’ve been trying to work on, at least!

7. Share a snippet from one of your favorite pieces of prose you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

This one was really hard to find something for, but this section of “splinters” is one I like a lot:

On her fourth day, Reika tips the young master’s bookcase forward to get at a spot of dust behind it, and misjudges the weight. The entire top shelf dumps out onto the floor: books and packets of candy and, most importantly, the young master’s delicate wooden model of a Sengoku-era warship.

She can only be grateful that the entire figure doesn’t shatter; instead, only the thin oars and masts snap off from the impact. She’s on her knees trying to find all the pieces when the shōji slides open, and suddenly the young master’s tool is looming over her, eyes piercing and expression cold.

I feel like it communicates a lot of information in a small amount of space: it’s intended to give you insight into the kind of worker Reika is, the kind of person Reika is, the kind of person Fuyuhiko is, the relationship Fuyuhiko has with the household, the relationship Peko has with the household, the kind of relationship Peko has with Fuyuhiko, and (hopefully) what a Sengoku-era warship looks like.

As always, whether I’m successful or not at those things is up to you guys! But here I think I managed what I was shooting for, which is all I can really hope for, really. 

19. Stephen King once said that his muse is a man who lives in the basement. Do you have a muse?

I dunno! I’m inclined to say no, only because the concept of a “muse” feels very external to me. But I guess… maybe for me, muses are people I see on the street, or side-characters in stories that friends tell me. Essentially, pieces of the real world that I can absorb and turn into something else – which is as much the definition of a muse as anything can be, I think.

21. How many times do you usually revise your fic/chapter before posting?

In an ideal world, the rule is: once something is finished-finished, like the words are all there and there are no gaps, I need at least 12 hours of separation from it (preferably with sleep somewhere in that). Then I read it again, and make a note of all the things that feel awkward/are too wordy/I don’t like in general. I give it another couple hours, and then I try to (a) fix all the things I noted before, and (b) note any new things I didn’t notice before. Rinse and repeat until there are no more things to fix that I notice.

In practice: pretty much only the stuff that’s posted to AO3 as a standalone fic gets the full treatment. Things that are responses to memes/requests on Tumblr usually only get a couple hours separation before I do a single pass and post it. (The versions that get posted on AO3 get at least one more pass, which is why some of them are pretty different than the original versions.) 

Fics that are on deadlines (specifically “woven” and “good for nothing”) usually get an abbreviated version of this because… deadline. I tried hard to get them finished-finished in advance so I could give them the full treatment, but in both cases it was pretty down to the wire, rip.

I also do a lot of revising as I go – I’ll read over sections that I’ve finished to rework them, improve the flow, etc, while I’m working on other sections. I don’t really count those as full “revision” passes, since they’re usually just small things, but they add up to big changes.

TL;DR: at least one, usually more, and hopefully as many as it needs.

27. How do you feel about collaborations?

I think they sound fun! I’ve RP’d a bunch in my day, and that kind of collaborative writing was always really enjoyable for me. I approach writing for RP a little differently than I approach writing for fics, though, so I’m not sure how I’d translate the same sort of back-and-forth to a fic collaboration… but it could be a fun challenge! I’d be down, tbh. 

38. Talk about a review that made your day.

Do I have to pick just one??? I’m seriously, 100% thrilled by every review or comment that I get, just because it means someone liked something I wrote enough to express thoughts about it! (I feel the same way about people who reblog and then put reactions in the tags, honestly.) But whenever someone breaks something I wrote down into a reaction they had (like “I read x and it made me feel y,” or “I saw that you linked x and y together and it made me feel z”) it’s, like, on another level. I dunno how to explain it! I spend a lot of time on individual pieces to make a full experience, and it Gives Me Feelings when people recognize and react to the pieces.

Send me numbers and I’ll answer questions!

[unproduciblesmackdown]

hmm yeah i’m awful with conceptualizing how much measured amounts are if i don’t have like, a visual reference….even with writing ive never had a great grasp on how many words ive put into an essay or how long a book i’ve just read is. to be fair though ive got a few things going for me, like i cant overemphasize how me being unnecessarily wordy helps things along, and i’m allowed scenes that wouldnt really be justifiable if this had any kind of external plot, and ive got the time to do shit like sit down w writing or drawing for ages………plus i could never do any kind of writing beyond a very rare fic b/c i really couldnt ever be effed to do serious editing, and i can’t even be effed to come up with a plot when characters and worldbuilding and preexisting plots are provided to me, and i also couldnt come up with a half decent plot if i tried which i wouldnt. rip

[televinita]

Zoo 3x02

The biggest problem so far with this show both a) airing on Thursdays and b) no longer being a ship-withholding jerk is that when I'm not watching it live, I find myself wanting to just rip the episode apart in search of the Mitch/Jamie scenes. Why dutifully trudge through plot when I could just get to the choicest morsels immediately?

I hate this feeling, because I've actually always enjoyed the wacky plots on Zoo, but now everything is so overwhelmingly complicated and chaotic, making it feel like you actually skipped a season or two and just picked it back up without filling yourself in,  that I find myself wanting to take the easy feast.  I’m going to try to work on this for next week. In the meantime, guess who gets the lion’s share of thoughts.

Not My Daughter? You Bitch

I mean, I GUESS I am not surprised that IADG Clem is the fake one and I GUESS I can see how it's even more poignant for him to wear his heart all over his sleeve for a trickster because he is too desperate to be the father she deserves and not miss out on one more second with her to question it, but also: ow?

(bt-dubs I have been thinking since late season 2 that the parking ticket story was gonna be relevant as proof somehow!! And SO MAD that I never posted that theory so I could link to it and look super smrt. I even had it in my review last week, but then I took it out to I could make the post less wordy.)

Tell The World I’m Coming Home

The awkward no-time-to-actually-have-emotions reunion scene was a bit of a letdown, but it got better. I am once again at a complete and utter loss to describe how much I like everything Mitch and Jamie's faces are doing once they're back on the plane, especially after he puts on the glasses.

Petition to forget the rest of the cast exists and just have Mitch/Jamie/Clementine save the world as a badass little family? Because these golden scenes with just the three of them are everything my heart has ever wanted. I actually do not know how to handle Mitch finally having both of them in the same space. It’s been 84 years...

I really love Jamie's eyes going to the one visible weal (also thanks for the open neckline there; I am shameless and all) and filling with tears upon asking what happened / vowing to make them pay. I don't know that I totally love the Jamie who is willing to imprison and torture people who are not Logan,  regardless of her reasons and whether they are worse than Logan, but I also recognize that I have fanned myself over at least 47 fictional dudes who have vowed this sort of thing, so maybe I should gender equality it up.

(also: "they kept you away from me." !! she does tack on "away from the world" shortly afterward, but definitely not hastily enough to make it sound like she didn't mean to say the first part. :D )

Meanwhile I have no idea what to do with the possibility of Clem being pregnant beyond "!!!!!" but please know that I will 100% take a Mitch grandbaby in lieu of a 20-year gap between kids. Would actually prefer it at this point.

And Some Other Stuff wow look at all these tender romantic Jackson scenes that I have to put straight in the time capsule and bury below the earth (when will my shipping radar return from the war)

(probably just in time for this to blow up in ~Dylan's~ face as he loses it all)

(also oh my god are you telling me that after all of the crap in season 2, Jackson then had to endure SO MUCH MORE CRAP that he had to flee underground and change his identity? ...that might help me with the shipping, actually)

I still have absolutely no understanding of what Abe and Dariela's arc is, but look at all these amazing Kid Scenarios that match 90% of the reason I pondered, last year, what it would be like if Audra and Justin were to both die so that the team would be forced to accommodate Clementine and how to protect her into their adventures. (I never thought it would actually happen, and I definitely did not expect that when it did things would go immediately to hell, but something late and different is better than nothing)

Do you know what kind of willpower it takes to sit through scenes Logan is in? So much that I actually skipped them the first time around until I realized I could not afford to miss that much plot.

Sophina Brown has been my goddess since I randomly went from hating to loving her in the last season of Numb3rs, and now I love her always, so I'm hoping this will lessen the pain of her character's WHAT THE FLYING EVIL REIDEN CHILD-ABDUCTING FUCKERY-ness.