#shipping myself with my own event what a loser

[fuctacles]

An offer you can't refuse

@stevieweek Day 1: Stobin + Dom!Stevie | T | 2127 | no cw | bar setting, modern au, Steddie, Buckingham, Stobin, Hellcheer, mentions of polyamory, everyone is horny, Eddie is a switch for hot ladies | Ao3 Stevie Week: Day 1 | Day 2 (art) | Day 3 (art) | Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 6 | Day 7

"I hate you so much!" Robin slurs slightly, her hand slapping against the bar. Stevie presses her lips together, trying not to laugh at her distressed and intoxicated friend. 

"Why this time?" she inquires, calmly sipping her drink. 

"You're so pretty!"

"Why, thank you," she beams, but Robin huffs. 

"Stevie," she says, putting her drink away and grabbing Stevie's face. "You did this on purpose," she accuses, though her tone has no real anger. "For not dating you when you wanted to."

"Uh-huh."

"And now you got so cute. But I know what your farts smell like!"

Stevie snorts, but Robin presses her cheeks harder together until her lips pucker out. She stares at them, dark and shiny with the lipgloss she uses. 

"Robs..."

Robin only shakes her head with her hands, making a wild sound of distress and frustration. It forces Stevie to put away the drink and grab her. 

"Stop it, you're ruining my hair!"

Robin grumbles but lets her pry her hands away.

"You hate me because I'm hot?" Stevie asks, amused. Robin huffs.

"I didn't say you're hot," she protests.

"But you think that?"

"Evie." Her fingers flex like they're itching to abuse her hairdo and makeup again but Stevie keeps her wrists in a tight grip. "You know you're hot, you bitch. And I'm stuck here—a 6 with a 10 for a best friend. And if we weren't best friends, if I didn't know about your gross pickle breath, you'd be exactly the kind of girl I crush on, but—!"

"But you're stuck with a hot best friend?" Stevie asks, pouting sympathetically.

"Exactly!" Robin deflates angrily.

"I mean, we can make out if you want," she offers with a shrug.

Robin, in her drunken state, seems to be considering it, before she crunches her nose.

"No, thanks." But then, her frown deepens. "But if we had, like, a threesome? Or foursome?"

"Ooookay." Stevie pushes her away, so she sits fully on her barstool instead of perched on the edge to be right in her friend's face. "We can get back to it when you sober up. See if you still want to see me naked then," she snorts. There was a time when this kind of confession would lead them to the back of their current workplace, but Stevie shares the sentiment that their relationship had evolved in a completely different direction by now. Robin was too much like her sister. 

And she doesn't want to think about a threesome with her sister right now. Not with the alcohol pumping through her to the beat of the music.

It wasn't Robin's usual scene, but ever since Stevie's transition, she's been helping her to get out more. Thanks to that, her experience with women has been expanding. Stevie got something from these outings too, they helped her feel better in her skin, feel like a real woman, and be treated like one. Back when her features were stronger, and her makeup skills lacking, the club lights helped to hide them. Now they both felt comfortable in these settings and knew where to go to to feel safe and have fun.

But sometimes it was nice just to be in their tiny New York apartment, just the two of them, and a mildly amusing sitcom on their second-hand TV. Stevie presses the back of her fingers to her friend's shoulder.

"Do you want to go home?"

Robin shakes her head slowly.

"Not yet. Let's dance for a bit."

Dancing was also something that hadn't been a Robin thing until Stevie dragged her into it. She was still uncoordinated and awkward but after a few drinks, neither she nor other people seemed to care. So they finished their drinks and Stevie pulled her onto the dancefloor.

She usually dragged her friend out to the bar in hopes of helping her find a girlfriend or at least a hookup, but having fun with her friend was more than enough after a week of working in a quiet bookstore. So, with a pleasant buzz fueling their movements, they dance close together, hands laced because they are that comfortable with each other. And since it was a queer-friendly club, someone unfamiliar with them couldn't tell if they were friends or lovers. 

People would bump into them and make offers they have to decline. It's been assumed they were a pair of lesbians looking for a threesome more than once. But since Robin wasn't into dicks and Stevie was afraid of how people would react after finding out she had one, it's always been a 'no'. Even if she liked the idea of having sex with multiple partners. It was tricky being born a woman, and even more becoming one. 

So when someone gently touches her shoulder, she sobers up in case she needs to defend herself and her friend.

"Do you mind swapping up?"

She turns to see a long-haired man wearing a leather jacket, one of many frequenting a club like this. But instead of another man accompanying him, he has a petite blond girl by his side. 

Stevie hesitates and turns to Robin to find out what she thinks about it. She does seem wary as well, but interested in the blonde girl nevertheless. So, hesitantly, Stevie nods. 

"One dance," she decides, accepting the man's extended hand. 

But she's not about to let him dream up impossible scenarios in his head. Halfway through the song, a pleasant mix of energetic and sensual, she leans into him, so she can be heard over the music. 

"If you're hoping for a foursome, it's not happening. We're not a couple," she says before pulling away to watch his reaction. He seems surprised at first before shaking his head. He's the one to lean in now, and his breath hits her neck in a way that makes her body throb. 

"Don't worry, I'm just wingmanning for my friend tonight," he says and they both turn to where their friends are dancing next to them. They seem to be getting into it, hands grasping at hips or thrown over shoulders, bodies pressing tentatively together, shy yet hungry.

Stevie huffs out a chuckle. 

"Same here," she says, raising her palm. The guy seems surprised but he laughs and slaps her hand in a high five. 

"Wanna grab a drink, give them some space?" he offers, and Stevie nods. They give their friends a heads up, and they both seem to be equally reluctant about being left without their human shields, but with the assurance they'll be waiting at the bar, they let them go. 

Stevie's the one to lead the way, and she likes the feeling. To be leading a guy where she wants him. She's always been a people pleaser and still is, but there's something about being in charge that just tickles her brain the right way. Which has been something she's been missing since she's started being hit on as a woman.

"What do you want?" she asks once they reach the bar, before catching her mistake. But the man doesn't seem to either notice or mind.

"A simple screwdriver," he answers without missing a beat. "Just need to let loose tonight."

Stevie nods and flags down the bartender. She orders the screwdriver for him and a strawberry daiquiri for herself. After she's done with the order, she can feel him leaning over her. He's not touching her, his hand dropping to the bar counter, but his presence hovering over her makes her feel caged in. In a good way.

"I'll pay," he offers, flashing his card, and the bartender nods, reaching for the terminal. 

Stevie looks up at him, but craning her neck like that is uncomfortable, so she turns, which in turn makes her chest to chest with him.

"I have money," she protests with a pout. 

"I don't doubt that," he agrees with a nod. Behind her, he reaches out with his card to swipe it through the terminal. It brings them even closer together for a second, and she tries not to fucking smell him because she's not a creep. "But I haven't paid for a cute lady's drink in a while. Please let me have it," he asks, and he's not doing the I'm better than you routine so she nods.

"Fine. I'm paying for the next one, though."

"Of course." He smiles, tucking his wallet into an inside pocket of his jacket. She notices the dimples appearing on his cheeks. They're stupidly cute.

"There's an empty seat there, wanna sit while we wait?" he offers and she nods. No matter how often she wears heels, they never feel easier to deal with. 

He leads her to the stool he pointed out, but then before she can hop on it, he grabs her hips and puts her on the leather cushion himself.

"That was unnecessary," she murmurs, knowing full well she's on the heavier side. She tries her best not to blush while he leans against the bar next to her, in the already limited space. She has a ridiculous urge to spread her legs for him, to make more room, but she kills that thought immediately. 

"Sorry." He looks actually apologetic. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I just don't have many opportunities to treat a woman properly. My friend Chrissy, you see," he points his chin to the dancefloor where Stevie notes with pride that Robin's hands are now confidently wrapped around Chrissy's hips. "She's strictly on that feminist lesbian agenda, and while I'm completely on board, of course, I still want to treat someone like a princess, you know? She used to let me..." he trails off, hesitating before he catches Stevie's curious eyes. He sighs. "Okay, so we do have this friends-with-benefits kind of thing? But we're not like, together-together," he starts rambling. "Only when we get really unlucky on dates. She's more women-leaning. And we're both dominant? So I swear we're not looking for a foursome—"

Stevie has heard enough. She pressed two fingers to his mouth.

"It's fine, shut up. We've been thinking about it anyway."

"About what?" The man blinks.

"A foursome." She shrugs, and he suddenly seems to be choking on air. Stevie observes it with amusement while the bartender slides their drinks to them. She grabs her daiquiri. "It's just a thought," she reminds him. "You might not be into me."

The guy blinks. He grabs his glass like a lifeline.

"Why is that?" he asks curiously, but his eyes wander down her body like he already has an idea.

"I have a dick," she confirms what he's probably thinking.

He closes his eyes, and she braces herself for the inevitable rejection. It's happened countless times before, she can handle it once again. Even if he's insanely hot. 

"Damn, I was hoping but I didn't know how to ask."

She blinks at him owlishly, her face falling.

"Huh?"

"Is that weird?" The guy retracts into himself and she can sense another incoming word vomit. Robin has similar tells. "I just think it's hot. I go both ways but I prefer women and I love a girl who's packing. But strap-ons kinda kill the mood for me? Of course, it's fine if you don't want to use it, I wouldn't make you do anything that makes you feel anything less than the beautiful girl that you are."

He holds her gaze for two seconds and then busies his mouth with the drink in his hand. 

Stevie leans on her elbow, eyeing the man curiously. It seems her flirting skills won't be needed tonight. The man was gone without her doing much of anything. 

"You sure you're a Dom?" she asks, raising an eyebrow. "You don't sound like one."

He doesn't take offense, to Stevie's pleasant surprise. His cheeks get redder in the neon lights.

"I make exceptions," he says with a shrug. "For exceptionally beautiful women." He's laying it on thick but she'd be lying if she said she wasn't eating it up. 

"And that would be me?"

"Absolutely," he nods eagerly. She considers him for a long moment and he holds up the silence, albeit he goes twitchy under her gaze.

"What's your name?"

"Eddie," he answers immediately like he's been waiting for her to ask. "Yours?"

She moves her mouth thoughtfully, feeling his eyes on her lips before she makes up her mind.

"Miss Stephanie," she says with finality.

The shift is immediate. His pupils blow out and he straightens up, ready to listen to orders and serve. A feeling of power shivers through Stevie's body. 

"Finish your drink and we'll go somewhere quiet."

"Yes, Miss." He nods obediently, sipping on his orange drink.

"You won't be needing your friend's help tonight."

[bunnwich]

It's Supposed to Be Fun

(a letter to my friends in the twst fandom)

I've been wanting to make this post for a while and these thoughts may seem scattered but I’m gonna try to express them. 

Lately, I have seen many friends and moots that either are leaving the fandom or feel guilty over not having posted in a while or losing interest in twst. On the other side, I also have friends being harassed.

This a reminder to remember why you joined this community to begin with. I know that keeping up with the fast-moving pace of fandom and comparing ourselves to others, can skew our perspective on these things.

It’s supposed to be fun. 

Why do we post art or write? Sure, partly for recognition, there's no denying that. But, why do we create, I mean really? For enjoyment. Not for others, not to be “popular” FOR JOY.

So, whether you’re dealing with people critiquing you or feeling guilty about not creating. My question is this: Why waste so much of your time on something that makes you miserable?

Did it stop being fun? Why? Haters? Loss of interest?

To my friends who feel guilty for not creating and not sure if they lost interest in twst: 

Don’t feel guilty. At one time, the creation of your twst content was natural. It's what you did for fun with friends or for yourself. Revisit that mindset and think - if creating twst content now will bring that same joy it did before.

If the answer is no, then maybe it’s time to pivot. It’s okay for interests to fade. It doesn’t mean that time, memories, or the friends you made are lost. Connect with your friends, we will understand! We still love you! It's not a race there's no time limit, just pick up were you want to. Draw fanart of old events or OCs.

To my friends who have been harassed: 

I say this with sincerity…. People who harass others over fictional characters are fucking losers.

Like… There’s no other eloquent way to encapsulate it. I’m starting to not care for the reason anymore - If you harass or be shady to others over a ship or fictional character. CONGRATS! YOU ARE A LOSER.

We all join fandoms as a hobby, for fun. We’re all just kids in the sandbox playing pretend again… and if you are the type of person to go up just to “kick the doll out of someone’s hand" or make commentary on how “their way of playing is wrong." You’re a loser. I have a life outside of twst, we all do. Someone saying my ship is wrong or cringe is just so laughable to me. We have to make fun of these people more for being so goddamn lame.

Imagine being so unhappy that when you see someone having fun you HAVE to comment on it. By all means, if it gets you through the day...talk shit to close friends or even post about it on your own blog. (THAT WAS ALWAYS ALLOWED.) Don't bother creators directly. Don't be a loser. I sure see tolerance leave people’s bodies when they see a fandom opinion they don't like. (And this is coming from someone who has lots of opinions on these things! But that's why I always put the disclaimers that, hey this is just MY opinion.)

Discussion is one thing, unhelpful comments are another. We shouldn’t give these people the time of day. Curate your online space. Yes, when you post things online you are subjecting yourself to scrutiny. But, we as creators need to stop letting these people have power over us. Period. We do this for free!! FOR FUN. The best thing you can do is create shamelessly.

Delete weird replies, block whoever you need to do to rid yourself of these people who have nothing better to do. Keep your peace. It’s supposed to be for fun. You don’t owe anyone a response.

The twst fandom is like a little family to me and I guess I feel protective over the people in it?  I have made many friends and memories because I joined it. And even dispite a handful of the negative experiences (AKA: A couple of “losers" that I’ve had to deal with.) I’ll always look fondly back on this time.

The key for me has always been to just…create for myself. I originally made bunnwich for me and one friend to make fun little arts about our Yuu’s and now I get to have lots of friends to share it with! I’ve transitioned from an OC blog to probably more of an Oc x Canon blog…but I don’t care tbh. I just…draw what I feel like. I know there are people who probably dislike me for that or feel strange about my content and that’s fine. I’m still gonna keep drawing it, loser.  

And I just want you guys to do the same, twst or not.

I can’t forget that all my followers and friends are a bonus, if I had never joined tumblr I’d still be drawing the silly shit I draw in peace. And while yes, I do want to grow as an artist and sell more merch and keep growing... I can’t forget my initial excitement for this silly little game. I like to talk about it. I like to write about it. It inspires me.

It’s supposed to be fun. Please remember that. I know it can be discouraging to have others being shitty to you. Or going through a creative drought. But, try not to let this stop you from creating what you love.

[dark-frosted-heart]

Alfons vs Roger event (Part 1)

As usual, can’t guarantee 100% accuracy on this

Crown’s relationship is perfectly balanced.

Though they couldn’t be considered friends or family, there’s an unspoken connection and trust.

—Well, except for a certain “pair”.

Alfons and Roger: Unbelievable.

Kate: Did something happen? You two said that together the minute you came back from the mission.

Today, Alfons and Roger were supposed to be chasing after a serial killer who had caused quite a stir.

Roger: Al, if you’d drawn him over, I could’ve sent him to the after life in a heartbeat.

Alfons: Wow, you’re putting the blame on another? Had I not chased after you, you would have dropped dead.

Roger: I’m gonna wrap those words with a ribbon and give them back to you.

Alfons: Then I’ll wrap that ribbon around your neck.

Kate: Um, so what happened to the criminal in the end?

Alfons and Roger: William happened.

Meaning William, who seemed to have gone ahead, took care of the criminal instead of these two who couldn’t work together at all.

Kate: Regardless, I’m glad the criminal was caught.

Alfons and Roger: I’m not.

Kate: Huh?

Alfons: Every time I go on a mission with Roger, my delicate heart gets another scratch. Ahhh, woe is me!

Roger: What delicate heart. A delicate guy wouldn’t come at you himself. (•̀ ⌓ •́)

(This sort of sight isn’t surprising anymore)

Alfons and Roger have known each other since they were kids.

Had they been old friends, they would’ve gotten along exceptionally well. However, it;s the complete opposite for the two of them.

(I have a feeling that these two have the worst relationship in Crown…)

Roger: Geez, I can’t deal with this anymore.

Alfons: Oh, then be my guest. Please leave Crown and live as you like.

(A Crown resignation emergency?!)

I look around, but unfortunately, I seem to be the only one around to intervene.

(What do I do, what do I do? Ah, I got it!)

Kate: You two! I won’t give you any chocolates if you keep fighting!

Alfons and Roger: Chocolate?

Roger: Oh yeah, it’s Valentine’s Day today, isn’t it? No wonder the city was bustling.

Alfons: I heard you were making “sweetheart chocolates” last night, Miss Kate.

Kate: How did you know?

Alfons: I’m the well-informed Mr.  Sylvatica.

Last night I was baking sweets with the maids when they encouraged me to make some “sweetheart chocolates”.

(I was planning on eating them all myself…)

Roger: Sounds good. I was gettin' tired of fighting. Let’s have a contest, Al. The winner gets Kate’s chocolates and serves the loser. How’s that sound?

Alfons: It’s the best of the worst of preferences. Yes, I like that.

Kate: Hold on, what is this?!

Alfons: So, what sort of contest are we doing? Anything beside a fistfight is fine. Ah, how about this. We have two shots of vodka, one of which is poisoned. A game with no hard feelings that can be won immediately.

Roger: If one of us kicks the bucket, then there’s no point in the servant rule. Then-

The games the two kept suggesting were so outrageous that it made me dizzy.

(At this rate, a city or two is going to get blown up. What the heck do I do?)

Victor: O~kay my cute cursed ones! This nonsense stops here.

Kate: Victor!

Victor: You two fight the moment I take my eyes off of you. Bad, I say. Bad!

Alfons/Roger: It’s Roger’s fault./It’s Al’s fault.

Victor: I’m not blaming anyone. I don’t mind the contest, okay? However, I don’t like negative games where the other dies from poison and things like that. I can’t afford to lose either of you. That’s not cute at all.

Kate: ……Not cute?

Victor: So here’s my proposal. Remember my friend, Viscount Morris?

Alfons: He’s the rich eccentric who owns a luxury cruise ship.

Victor: Yes, yes. The viscount’s beloved niece’s birthday is today. A birthday party will be hosted in one of his estates. The girl in honor has fled. I believe she went out of the country on vacation. 

Alfons: She’s a runaway horse, isn’t she? Perhaps a consequence of being raised like a princess. A pity.

Victor: The viscount came to me in tears, so I considered going as her double…

Roger: If the lady suddenly became huge and burly, that’d make a failure of a party.

Victor: Therefore, Kate. I want you to pretend to be the lady.

Kate: I knew this was where the story was going.

Victor: Haha, you’re becoming more like Crown! So, Alfons, Roger, I want you two to serve as Kate’s caretakers so that she doesn’t get exposed.

Roger: But what’s that gotta do with our contest?

Victor: Hm, that’s actually a good question! How about you compete for “friendship points” while acting as caretakers?

Kate:  What are “friendship points”?

Victor: Simple. You get a point if you’re friendly to the other. Oh, and the judge is Kate of course.

Roger: So the winner’s the one with the most points and gets Kate’s chocolates.

The proposal was completely unexpected, but it sounds like a good way for the two to get along.

Kate: I think it’s a good idea. I’ll also help the viscount.

Roger: If the little lady’s fine with it, then I’m game. Besides, it sounds like we’re gonna get kicked because of this pointless fight.

Alfons: I feel as if I’m being forced into something troublesome, but I’m fine with it. I’d also like to put an end to this pointless fight. Well… She and the chocolate will ultimately be mine.

Roger: You sure? I take what I want. You ready for that?

Alfons and Roger looked at me, and I blink in return.

Alfons, in an overly gentlemanly manner, shook Roger’s hand.

Alfons: Let’s have a fair, “friendly” match, Roger.

Kate: Ah. That’s one friendship point for you, Alfons!

Roger: What? Damn it, that was dirty.

Alfons wipes his hand, which had touched Roger’s, with a handkerchief.

Alfons: There’s nothing clean or dirty in this contest, is there Miss Kate?

Victor: Mhmm, it’s charming how they’re becoming fast friends. Fabulous!

[when-the-spagheddie-hits-the-fan]

I'm in the BIT Club (IT Book Club)

Each week we read a certain amount of the book and I have thoughts and feelings about IT *Ba Dum Tss*

Warning: There are Spoilers

Week 1

Ch. 1

   I really liked being in Georgie’s perspective, and the whole time he’s describing the basement I kept hearing the Jaws *dun dun* because of future events and just having the knowledge I have from the Miniseries, Movies (and Musical), like, dude, you have no idea how right you are! And that turtle wax made me go, “omg, does Stephen King even realize what he did there?!” and it’s like “yeah, ya goof.”

   Georgie and Bill’s relationship was so siblings. People don’t always write siblings being assholes to each other while also showing that they care about each other. I think the butthole jokes weirdly show that off the best, and Georgie is so cute about Bill saying “shitty butthole” — very little kid of him.   Also, when Georgie kisses Bill on the cheek and Bill tells Georgie to be careful before leaving, I never thought it was weird while watching the other media, so when it was pointed out how unusual it was it got me thinking about why did they do it that time? Was it the turtle or was it just one of those moments that really stands out to you because it was the last time you saw that person and it ended in tragedy or was it something else completely? 

   Something that really surprised me was that an adult “saw” what happened and actually went to go check on Georgie. Any other time I’ve seen this scene it almost always cuts away right after Georgie is attacked so I had no idea. Plus adults suck, so anytime they aren't it’s always wild to me.

Ch. 2

   This chapter is so brutal, obviously. But like, fuck, dude. What adds to the harshness of it all is like this shit has happened and can still happen. My heart felt so disgusted by what those homophobic pricks were doing. And the hopelessness of Don crying out for anyone to help, and running back to Adrian and not being able to anything was so sad and sickening.

   And with Pennywise showing up to finish off Adrian I find myself thinking, not at the time but looking back on it, Pennywise is not as bad as those jackwagons. Is that weird to think? I mean, Pennywise is a murder-crazed space clown god thing, what are those scum sucking fuckwads excuses?

   Something I found interesting is how kinda neutral the cops were? ACAB and all that, but I thought they were gonna be evil and that’s that. But no. Sure they aren’t supportive of the gays but they didn’t go out of their way to fuck with them, and one stopped the first altercation and told the warthog sniffers to fuck off. Again ACAB and at the end of the day they are, but I was kinda thrown for a loop when they weren’t vile creatures.

   On a happier note; the Elmer Curtie part was really funny. Man has a successful gay bar in a small, homophobic town and it takes him 4yrs, give or take, to realize it. Amazing! And when he figures it out he’s like, “Most of my patrons are polite, I never have to pay for damages because girls aren't an issue, and I’m making money?? I see only positives!” Also, it’s totally canon that he ships Don and Adrian.

Ch. 3

   This was a hefty chapter, and my favorite out of the 3 for this week. For a chapter as a whole; I liked the back and forth of who was narrating for each Loser’s parts (other person, that loser, other person, that loser, other person, that loser), and a thought I’m sure no one has had before; IT should really be a TV Series. Chapter 1 and 2 could easily be their own episode, and each of the Losers’ sections could be their own episode too!

   Stan- Okay, starting off strong and sad. Really surprised that Stan is first, and we’re in Patty’s head. I learned way more about Patty than I ever did with the Miniseries and Movies combined. I mean in total her screen is like what? Over 5mins?

   The people need to know that puzzles are Patty’s thing! I repeat, girl has hobbies away from Staniel!!

   That part about her not being allowed in that high society club dance, describing her beautiful dress that made her look like a mermaid, the sound that her heels made on the gravel when walking back to the car, the laughing she hears and how that will affect her even years from now, that shit is crushing. And her and Stan's relationship is so nice and sweet. She doesn’t always get him, but she loves him so much, and they’re each other's person. He’s gentle with her for their first time. I made an audible “awww” when Patty said, “Don’t hurt me, dear.” and he said, “I will never hurt you.” Then the moment got ruined with remembering what’s gonna happen, but I digress.

  So when Patty goes to check on Stan, again, it’s way longer. The one thing that really stood out to me is that she notices all the unusual things Stan is doing, things that he never really does but it’s nothing that she feels like she needs to bring up with him. And then it’s too late, and those out of place things are just playing over and over again in her head. It got me thinking about Georgie's chapter. The kiss and the concerned warning that the brothers do for the last time they would ever see each other. And how it stands out to them but they say nothing about it, and thoughts of these mistakes and what they should have done will stay with (sadly only) Bill forever. And now with Patty. Fuck.

   Two things I can now confidently say now about Stan is he’s autistic and the man fucks!

   This is such a little piece and I haven’t read the whole book so technically the whole picture isn’t there, but Stan is autistic. The way he talks and interacts with people, he’s logical and doesn’t feel the need to explain himself. ‘Cause why would he? He’s right. Speaking as a person that also falls on the spectrum, reading this little bit about Stan at least makes me go, “Hmmm, gonna file that for later.” Also, and I really wish this wasn’t the case, I really appreciate having Stan not come off as cold and heartless. He jokes around and clearly loves his wife. Almost like he's a person and not some broken robot. What a concept!

   On a hornier note, Stan likes sex. The Miniseries understood that. It’s so great that when they leave the clinic, Stan's first words are, “I never do”, and then clarifies, “Think about procreation during.” Noice. I don’t know; I just really like knowing that the dude fucks and he likes it.

   On a final note; I’m interested in finding out why he remembers more than any other losers. Like, I know but I’m curious to see how the book will explain it.

   Richie- Richie has ADD/ADHD!

   From the need to play music (the louder the better) to either help him focus or distract him.

All those voices he does, him wanting to please the people he talks to, and not wanting to say or show what he’s actually feeling or thinking? That is so masking!

   I know with every character there are a lot of thoughts going on in their heads, but Richie’s on a different level. Not only does he have a lot of thoughts, but he’s also talking to a lot of people, using multiple voices, and he’s quick on his feet when on the spot. Plus I know he has the gift of gab (aka never shuts the fuck up), he’s moving around a lot, and he’s keeps getting distracted with little things going on around him. His brain is all over the place.

   Imma call it; Richie wasn’t bullied for his glasses (I mean he was but shush); he was bullied because he has ADD/ADHD! Kids don’t need to know what it is to spot it and hate you for it. Talking from experience as an ADD kid (or that weird annoying girl).

   It’s really sad that the main memories that he remembers is the bullying, the names they called him, and getting beat up.

   I’m glad he had friends that loved and cared about him.

   Also, holy crap! Richie said, “You bet your fur” first!

   Ben- …Okay, real talk? Ben’s part was so funny! I already brought up that the amount of times Ricky Lee’s name was so fucking funny to me here, but the waitress, the lemons, and the amount of stress Ben was giving Ricky Lee was really funny.

   Of course I feel bad for Ben but to be in Ricky Lee’s POV is really something special!

   Sorry, not that much to say. I guess something to add is Ben needs therapy (no duh). In this case I’m talking about his body image issues, and for what he put his body through and I bet is still doing to look “perfect.”

   Eddie- I don’t think I have to bring up examples on why Sonia sucks and is a terrible mother; you saw all the words about her.

   Everything that was shown about Eddie wasn’t surprising. I think reading the source really showed me the fights that he has with himself might be his biggest problem (those words come from his mother but you get it) And I really like that you can tell, even through all his fear, that Eddie is a capable person and is very brave.

   Also, I was expecting Eddie to have a long list about everything he takes but, good lord, that list really did go on forever.

   I don’t know how fans feel about this, considering all the fanfics I read I think I’m really in the minority, but I don’t think Myra is abusive?? At worst, I think she kinda manipulates Eddie into feeling bad and getting her way but like I don’t know, it feels like she’s fucked up like Eddie but in a different way, they both seem to be stuck in this life. Even what I said about the worst seems a bit too much. I actually feel bad for her. I’m really surprised because, again, all the fanfics I’ve read, things I’ve seen online talking about her and Sonia’s similarities, and I guess the little snippet from the second movie shaped my original opinion about her.

   And can I just say, I hate how Stephen King describes fat people. He makes it seem like the biggest sin a person can have is being fat. Like, “Of course they're a bad person. Didn’t you see how big they are? I mean how could you not?! Fat people are so gross!” I just — it makes me uncomfortable. Especially ‘cause, oh I don’t know, BEN! Let’s see how that goes.

   Bev- This is really brutal. Besides Bev beating the ever-loving shit out of Tom and scream-laughing like the beautiful mad lady she is when she's outside, my overall favorite part is how Tom is able to sound cruel and vile but also show just how pathetic and dumb he really is.

   He really is a top tier abuser with no skills of his own, and has the mind of a whiny child. I hope his balls exploded into bloody nothings, and the wounds Bev gave him never heal and he’s unable to cover them so he never forgets what happened and his outside matches his insides. (btw scars are cool and okay but fuck this turd)

   I’m glad Bev found her strength again.

   Bill- I learned you can do anything if you have the unjustified confidence of a white man. I wanted to say that college Bill was being really egotistical, but what the fuck do I know? It worked out great for him. 

   Seriously though, I’m trying really hard not to jump the gun but I know that book adult Bill sucks and the live action adult Bills don’t. And overall Bill seems okay in his section buuuut, I don’t know; I’ll keep trying to take in the book without my prior knowledge.

   I like Audra, and finding out how they met. I think it’s sweet that you wouldn’t think they would have ended up together but they really do seem to love each other. And Audra really seems to care about him. What a nice, good lady. Sure would be a shame if Bill became human trash and taints what they have.

[sillycyan]

「 Daydreamtober 2024 」

I'm using the prompts to write, explain, draw, or just daydream more about the first events or facts that come to me when I see the word. Some things will be longer or higher quality than others, so please bear with me a lil bit. I gotta post lore somehow..

⟻ Day 29 — Love ⟼ Word Count : 526

Originally, I was going to write about a pair of my paras and the connections they have with each other, but now I just want to talk about how much I love my paracosm as a whole..

It’s not perfect, but it’s always been this escape for me, where things are going better for other people. The worldbuilding is something I’ve poured so much time into, and my paras get to experience things that are kind of bits of my own life, but in ways that is their own..? I’ve done hours of research too. Law stuff, medical stuff, general historyyy, and I’m not doing it because I want to be a lawyer or doctor— Oh no no no, I’m doing it because I care. I care enough to get things right. I care to add realistic depth to this fictional world and build on what already exists.

I also looove the diversity of my paras and how I can see parts of myself in them. Ofc I project onto them, but it’s in a diff way that create a whole new reality for me. I love all 30+ of my paras, even the ones I don’t talk about much or hate or the ones with details too personal to share. It makes me happy when they have funny moments, serious moments, angsty moments, or when they learn something about themselves, or even fall in love.

Technically, I’m not in my paracosm, don’t really have a canon paraself, but I get this crazy view of them. All the miscommunications, their flaws. All from a perspective they’ll never understand yk? I see how they grew up and how it shaped who they are today, the people they surround themselves with, how they react to different situations. I can go on and on.. And every single day I put so much into each of them, and because they’re all reflections of me in their own ways, why wouldn’t I love them??? They’re not perfect, but they don’t have to be. They’re regular people and that’s what makes them worth of my loser loving.

I love that so much of my paracosm takes place in a city, because that’s what I’m used to. Sometimes there are more suburban scenes, but usually it’s in this city setting that just is more familiar for me. And I love how I throw in all these alternate universes alongside the main canon- like my personal ships and the stupid cuddle party AU, where everyone’s just this big platonic puddle of sleepiness. In that sort of world, no one’s worrying about work, bad relationships, or whether they remembered to feed their pet or not. It’s just pure cozy chaos where everyone is carefree and comfortable. It’s stupid, but I love that I can do that. I love my paras sighhh sighhh I love my paracosm sighh sighhh

This was originally going to be a much longer rant, but I gave up trying to edit my long rant of stuff I like about each of my paras... Also it wiped itself from the earth?? Maybe I'll do a separate post of me yapping about em—

[kalevalakryze]

How Do You Make A Home?

Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Ahsoka (TV) Characters: Shin Hati, Sabine Wren, Ahsoka Tano, Huyang Relationships: Shin Hati/Sabine Wren, Shin Hati & Ahsoka Tano & Sabine Wren, Shin Hati & Huyang, Sabine Wren & Ahsoka Tano Tags: Shin Tano AU, Alternate Universe, Fluff, Family Fluff, Healing, Holidays, Hot Chocolate, Sweaters, Sabine Wren's Bad Flirting Notes: This really wasn't supposed to take so long, but I got myself into a HUUUGGGEEE block. Anyways thousands of thanks to Cass, Gabi, and Pooha once again mwah mwah (even if one of you is a fucking loser) This is actually going to be the first piece that we're dedicating to a series of little snippets that won't be making it into the main storyline, but that we still wanted to share, so keep an eye out!! This piece is set towards the back end of Act 3, after the events of Season One of the aired Ahsoka Series. Once again , art work by the wonderful amazing Gabi! .somewillwin / .somewilllose !!!! mwahmwahmwah my background for forever... did i mention my wolfwren tattoo yet? sighs dreamily...anyways, the code disruptors is my new version of the inkspots lovelovelove them, and I know Huyang would too!!! Word Count: 5,251 AO3 Link: Here!

There was no real way to keep track of time on Peridea, though they’d noticed a certain… festivity around the Noti with each passing day. Shin and Sabine had been working hard to understand the language, but they’d been stuck in a loop of grammar rules as each person used slang that sent everything they’d known out the window. 

The chrono on Shin’s old datapad was unreliable, and not only didn’t adjust to the change in the timezone change but hadn’t been updating since it had power last, several years ago. 

“Do you think this is the Noti version of life day?” Sabine questioned one day while Shin chopped wood with a rather primitive hatchet. The fibers of wood creaked and groaned as it split under the force. Golden eyes followed the muscles flexing under sweaty skin, watching intently as the blonde wrenched the blade from the stump she’d been cutting on.

“Perhaps, the Noti are expressing the more traditional symptoms of a holiday spirit,” They squinted as a string of overly bright lights in blues and purples were plugged in, strung around the side of a trawler. “If I’m not mistaken, we would be rounding the same time of year as life day back in our own galaxy as well.”

“Sure you’re not messed up from the jetlag?” The Mandalorian questioned as she moved around their side to begin stacking piles of cut wood. 

“I have an excellent sense of time,” Shin turned her nose up at Sabine as she set the small hatchet down, lifting the hem of her shirt to wipe sweat from under her eyes. 

Sabine didn’t realize she was staring, or that she’d been caught staring at the exposed midriff until Shin’s throat cleared. “You got this? I need to go clean up,” 

Huffing, Sabine nodded, looking at the stacks of wood apprehensively. “Yeah yeah, go. Leave me all alone without any good luck kisses;” She complained rather loudly, earning them curious black, beady eyes as the Noti turned to the commotion.

“You are such a-” Sighing and shaking her head, knowing the fight was not worth it, the blonde crowded into Sabine’s personal space, pressed a sweaty hand into the fabric of the jacket at her chest, and tugged her close to bring their lips together in a chaste kiss. “There, now do you think you can actually work?”

“Well… what are my overtime benefits?”

“Omak da daut.”  Shin shoved against the shorter woman with a stifled laugh, bringing a contagious smile to Sabine’s face as she finally let up and went to work.

The afternoon passed slowly, though Sabine really couldn’t find anything to complain about as she moved firewood into dry stacks, and lazy snowflakes began falling to the earth. When she did get a moment to sneak onto the ship for something warm, she found Shin tucked into the couch with blankets pulled up to their chin, sleeping peacefully, while Ahsoka perched on the edge of a seat, preparing a small box on the table. 

“She alright?” The Mandalorian whispered as she moved to the teapot. 

“Just tired, sounds like someone made her chop all the wood alone,” The teasing in Ahsoka’s quiet tone didn’t go unnoticed as Sabine filled two steaming cups and leaned across the back of the bench. When she reached to float the second cup to the table, the ceramic wiggled dangerously in midair, before settling onto the tabletop with only a slight clatter. “You’re getting better,” The Togruta remarked proudly as she reached to take the cup into her hands, bright green wrapping paper forgotten.

“Hey, I was doing important things while they were chopping wood, you know,” She defended quickly, still leaning over the back of the bench, elbows pressing into the seatback with her cup held firmly between her hands. “The Noti almost overloaded a generator with all the lights they’ve been plugging in lately. Starting to wonder what they would do without the gays,” The sigh from the woman was dramatic, though it was nothing in comparison to the chuckle from her Master at her word choice. 

“Yes yes, what would they do without the gays,” Shaking her head, Ahsoka set her mug down and returned to her gift. “If my chrono was correct, today would be our life day back home. So I’ve made some preparations. Would you mind giving me a hand decorating while they’re asleep?”

“Does a Bantha shit in the desert?”

The harmonic melody of music filtering through old speakers was the first thing to slip into Shin’s waking consciousness, turning nightmares of water and broken hands into memories of holidays and snowball fights. They weren’t sure where the music was coming from for an indeterminate amount of time but had been content to relive times better spent with family. 

Until the sound of someone falling flat on their ass in the waking world jolted her back to life with a gasp. Shin sat upright faster than a flash, blankets falling around their waist as bleary eyes tried to adjust to the room around her. “Ow!” Sabine groaned as Ahsoka laughed openly at her. “It’s not funny!” She whined, rolling over on the floor to rub her bruised ass. 

“It’s… kinda funny,” The older woman responded, reaching down to take her hand and haul her to her feet. “I think you’re done hanging those though, maybe if you apologize, someone taller will help you out?”

“Apologize? To the ship?” Gold watched as mirthful blue flickered across the cabin to the blonde rubbing their eyes. “Oh she’s gonna kick me in the shebs,” She whispered, as if the other woman would not hear. 

“Maybe later,” Shin husked, brushing their fingers through messy hair, blonde and brown where their roots had grown back in over the months. “What do you need me to do?” Pushing out from under the warm cocoon of blankets, Sabine was practically giddy to see the colorful and paint-stained clothes they’d donned after their shower. 

“I think, in payback for stealing my clothes, you should help me hang these lights,” 

“We’re watching a diplomatic legend at work, Huyang,” Ahsoka whispered to the droid as he stepped out of his room to check in on the commotion. 

“I see. I am interested in how the Duchess of Krownest will fare in her first political battle.”

“Huyang, did I ever tell you that your wires are crossed wrong?” The purple-haired woman butted in with a roll of her eyes as Shin crowded her personal space, leaning into her as their arm wrapped around her shoulders.

“I mean... I suppose I can help… What are my overtime benefits looking like?” Sabine beamed at their words, leaning up on her toes to press a kiss into their cheek. 

“Well, Tiny Tano, I can promise that and a half, if you know what I’m saying.” Her hand slid into the back pocket of the loose pants around their waist, wiggling an eyebrow for comedic effect as the taller woman’s cheeks darkened. 

“I’m leaving this galaxy and never coming back,” Ahsoka complained immediately, inching out of the conversation under the guise of Huyang needing help. 

Leaving the two Apprentices to decorate, Ahsoka stepped into Huyang’s space with him. “Did you manage to find everything?” She whispered, despite her surety that the girls could not hear her, her own self-doubt ate away at her. 

“Yes, Lady Tano. I’ve even managed to clear away the dust.” Answered Huyang in the affirmative, arms extending from his back to slowly bring down several old wrapped packages with names painted in different scripts across the packaging. Shin’s gifts were wrapped in multitudes of greens, while Sabines’, Ahsoka had wrapped in the show owner's favorite colors, leaving her a veritable rainbow of assorted packages. 

“Perfect, Would you mind setting them on the table while I prepare dinner?” 

In place of an answer, Huyang settled a hand on the anxious Togruta’s shoulder and ushered her onwards with a knowing look. 

With Huyang and Ahsoka occupied, Sabine found delight in crowding Shin’s personal space as they strung lights across the walls and ceiling, much more interested in stealing kisses and touches than in the actual process. “Wren, can you do something useful?” They complained quietly as Huyang stacked presents on the table. 

“I’m offering so much emotional support, right now, don’t worry, you’ll feel it later,” 

Sighing softly and giving up once the last string was completed, Shin turned to face her Mandalorian pest, only to find themselves being walked back into a wall with warm hands pressing against their waist. “Do you want your payment now, or later?” Sabine leaned up to press a feather-light kiss to their lips, smiling at the way their cheeks reddened almost immediately. 

“It is time and a half,” They grumbled against Sabine’s lips, tugging her in closer as wrapped hands moved to card carefully through shaggy purple hair. “I think you can pay the rest of the invoice later,” 

Instead of answering, Sabine focused on smashing their lips back together, tongue prodding against their lips until they found success in a soft gasp and the feeling of their fingers tightening in her hair as she licked at the inside of their mouth. 

“Oh great heavens,” Huyang exclaimed, legs clattering where they hit the table, boxes shifting precariously in their stacks in his haste to turn his head away. 

“Sorry, Huyang,” Sabine called sheepishly once Shin had pushed her away, though there wasn’t a single hint of her being apologetic as she turned back to beam at the blonde. “Later?”

“Yes, dear,” Shin grumbled with a roll of her eyes. “Now you get to clean up the mess,” 

“Oh, okay-” Teasing hands moved to the ties at their hips, half-heartedly tugging on the strands until they batted her hands away. “Yeah yeah, I’m going, I’m going,” She grumbled as she turned instead to clean up the boxes and fallen ties, painstakingly picking each up off the floor as Shin went to help Huyang. 

The smell of dinner being carried up the ramp was enough to pull the human’s attention away from the cleanup as Huyang shifted everything to make room. Shin met Ahsoka halfway down the ramp to help carry everything, filling the cabin with the warm smell of the campfire and the spices used across the pog soup and roasted… whatever they called the animal that Ahsoka had hunted; without Ezra to inform them, they were really just winging it, leaving this beast as ‘edible number five’. 

“ ‘soka, that smells great,” Sabine praised as they all crowded around the table, with Huyang taking an honorary seat beside Ahsoka and the two Apprentices crowding in close. 

With his extending arms, Huyang was able to neatly pile heaping amounts of food onto everyone’s plates, only offering an innocent “Yes?” To Ahsoka’s inquisitive look. 

“What would we do without you, Huyang?” She decided instead as the droid settled back into his seat.

“I actually have a list compiled somewhere in my room,” Shin spoke around a spoonful of soup. “The short answer has always been die.” 

Sabine snorted from beside them and shook her head, turning over a spoonful of rice from her soup. “I dunno, Chopper could-”

“Do not speak to me about that droid, R2D2 could destroy him,” Ahsoka challenged with a laugh. 

Dinner was spent in much of the same fashion, with Shin getting up at the end to gather plates, and only threatening to turn Huyang off once when he’d insisted on helping. 

“So what’s all this?” Sabine questioned, leaning back in her seat with her arm tossed over her stomach, sharp eyebrow raised in Ahsoka’s direction as she sorted the boxes into different piles. 

“Well… we missed a few holidays,” There was a weighty shift in the mood as realization sunk in. Ahsoka didn’t meet her gaze as the silence thickened, broken up only by the clattering of dishes in the sink and quiet humming from the blonde cleaning them.

“Oh..”

“I figured…. If you guys came back, I didn’t want to not be prepared…”

“Ahsoka,” Sabine reached across the table and took her hands, squeezing around the rough hands in her own, Sabine forced herself to meet her gaze. “We’re here now… I’m sorry,” 

“I’m sorry too… More than I can tell you. But-” She cleared her throat and with a steady breath, bled the anxiety and hurt into the force. “Another day, perhaps. We’re all here right now, and I know better than to waste this time.”

“What?” Shin questioned obliviously as she circled back to the benches, drying her hands on the back of Sabine’s shirt as she tucked back into the Mandalorian’s side. 

“Nothing, Tazi Unt.” 

Suspicious eyes glared up at the older woman, though the subject was dropped as Shin dipped under the table to grab something hidden in the benches long ago. “If we’re doing this, I got you something too, before…”

“Man… You guys okay with like… Free hug coupons? Free armor painting? I’m kind of empty-handed, here.” Sabine chuckled nervously as piles of boxes were pushed around the table to their recipients. 

“You can… clean up after the Howlers for me this week?” Ahsoka suggested, earning her a sour face. 

“No, I think I was offering hugs and paint. Try again next year,” Laughing, Ahsoka simply shook her head and gestured to the gifts. 

“It may be a little small…” Ahsoka started as Shin unwrapped a neatly folded sweater, green fabric with brown and red designs, pulling off a Loth Cat with a bright red nose square in the center. When they unfolded the sweater, the Togruta seemed to reconsider. “Actually… maybe a little big, now.” Shin’s face darkened in mild embarrassment as they tucked the sweater back into its neat fold and settled it in their lap. “We’ll work on it,”

“Thank you,” Shin grumbled bashfully, reaching to push a dusty, wrapped parcel into Ahsoka’s hands. “I got this before… Almost forgot about it,” “Thank you, Shin,” Ahsoka took the parcel, and careful not to get the dust on the table, unfolded the paper on the seat so it could be brushed away. The fabric inside was still soft, if not a bit dusty smelling. 

“Kaeden helped me make it,” The blonde started, fingers fidgeting in their lap as Ahsoka slowly unwound the poncho from the twine binding it together. They’d spent months putting the gift together, alternating between using the force, her own hands, and allowing Kaeden to help stitch the fabric together. 

The hood for the montrals was a bit lopsided, and the stitching was rather messy, but they’d put it together themselves, and at the time, had been rather proud and excited of the work they’d done. Now though, they watched Ahsoka with apprehension. 

Nervousness prickled at Shin’s senses, so the blonde picked instead at a small, loose thread on their gloves, an old habit picked up from an old friend… That they’d probably killed…. Fuck, Hera…

Sabine’s warmth leaned into her side, reaching out to poke at the pouf that counted as the lothcat’s nose on her sweater, still neatly folded on her lap. “Cute little guy,” She whispered as Huyang helped Ahsoka pull the hood over her head. 

“How’s it look?” A smile cracked the Togruta’s face, warm and loving, despite the point for the montrals that ended up way too long, and dipped almost into her face when the hood was pulled down. 

“Do you want that honestly?” A smile cracked Sabine’s face as Shin reached out to lightly smack her arm, all the while rolling their own eyes in the process. 

“You’re so dramatic,” Shin shook their head, shifting down the bench and away from Sabine, closer to Ahsoka. The Togruta ran much warmer than Sabine and herself, and the cold was beginning to seep into the ship. Seeking warmth, the blonde pressed into Ahsoka’s side, sinking closer when the edge of the cloak was pulled around their shoulders. 

“Perfect size,” The older woman’s chest rumbled as Shin’s head pressed into her shoulder, one hand fisting into the fabric of the cloak while the other moved to rest on the blue and white striped lek closest to them. “Alright, ‘ bine, you’re next,”

“Hell yeah!” The Mandalorian exclaimed, peeling away the paper on a parcel shaped similarly to Shin’s, but with an explosion of color on the paper instead. Inside, in reds and whites, a similar sweater was nestled into the packaging, trees, snowflakes, and Gallaze etched into cozy fabric. “Oh holy shit,” She paused as she reached to touch the soft material within; The air grew heavy with emotion again, though Sabine was quick to swallow her thoughts and feelings. After all- If she had to think about the last sweater someone made for her, she’d think of hearing her buire argue over colors as they stayed up late to knit together for both of the kids. The half-hearted banter was only broken up with soft jokes and gentle requests to pass a new color over. “Cyar’ika, can you pass the teal?” “Would black not be more fitting?” “It is a big sweater, dear. You can fit more than three colors on it.” “Tion’jor ganar te gotal’ade ne’ortisir ti mirsheb riduur?” “You said yes, cyare.”

Clearing her throat around the beskar-weighted lump, Sabine’s fingers fisted into the fabric. “Thank you, ‘soka…” A pause as the paper was cleared away. “I’m gonna go… put this on, actually.”No one spoke to deter her from taking the space she needed, and for that, she was thankful.

With only Huyang and Shin in the room, Ahsoka pushed over a small stack of presents for Shin again. The datapad would need charged again, and probably updated if they could get it connected to the ship’s systems and the armor paint… Well, Ahsoka wasn’t sure if that was something they’d ever need again. The stack of flimsi and the graphite pencils though, they’d seemed to take a keen interest in. 

Tucked into her side, Ahsoka was able to feel when Shin started to pick at the threads on her new sweater, still sitting folded in their lap. “Do you want some help getting it on?” Their hands had been cramping since hanging the lights, and Ahsoka knew better than to wait for them to ask. 

“I can get it,” A pause as if they were reconsidering, fingers flexing into the fabric as their brows pulled together, testing the waters. “Could you, though...?” Nodding, Ahsoka went through the motions in helping them remove their tunic as Huyang slipped away, presumably to make something warm for his chilly humans. Shin was able to tug the sweater over their head without the Force, though adjusting the hem was left to her mother as well.

By the time Sabine returned, hair brushed back messily and eyes only slightly puffy, Shin was tucked back into Ahsoka’s side with the rather comfortable sweater warming under Ahsoka’s arm. The inside of the sweater was carefully lined with softer material, and, having removed the thin wrappings around their hands to enjoy the texture, the sleeves fell over their hands comfortably.

“Gotal’ade, ner kurs’kaded, that thing is swallowing you,” Sabine teased quietly to break the tension in her heart as she slid in closer, tucking herself into the blonde’s side and allowing Ahsoka’s hand to reach across their back to brush against her shoulder. “This is sooo soft, Ahsoka… Thank you.” 

Sinking into the sweater and pulling the neckline up to her chin, Shin’s focus went past Ahsoka and Sabine, towards Huyang as he stepped away from the line of counters, extra limbs extended and clutching three steaming mugs piled high with toppings. Marshmallows, graham crackers, peppermint canes from Onderon, all the old ingredients that he and Shin had painstakingly compiled to create the perfect mug of hot chocolate, with bright green sprinkles topped over the emerald mug that Shin had made themselves. 

“Hey… Huyang?” Shin croaked as the professor settled into his seat across from the girls. The mugs were passed around carefully before he was able to give her his full attention, their hands clasped around the thick ceramic walls of their mig, with the soft material that stopped the heat from burning their hands and made it just a little easier to hold onto when the joints got stiff. 

“Yes, Shin?” Yellowed eyes blinked at her calmly as he settled back; It had been strange, once upon a  time, to see a droid that could express so much with light relays behind transparisteel eyes, built hundreds of years before anyone they’d ever known had ever walked through their galaxy. Sometimes, it was easy to forget that he was a droid, and not her own flesh and blood; at least… before, when they’d still been oblivious to the truth of the galaxy around them. 

“I got you something too,” The mug was set on the side, and with a bit of wriggling, Shin was free of their sandwiched position between Ahsoka and Sabine. Stretching quietly, Shin's face reddened with the three sets of eyes on her. “Hang on…” Disappearing into the cockpit, keen ears listened for the quiet speculation from the main cabin as they worked through some of their old hiding places, removing wall panels and sifting through wires and dust. The container was cracked from turbulence over the years, no thanks to her own actions in hunting and attacking the shuttle they’d called home for so long. 

Blowing the dust off, Shin was able to peer at the faded coloring of the tape’s label, The Code Disruptors was etched into the old plastoid; They were big back with the knights of the old republic, and Shin had found the tape on one of their excursions into an old temple with Ahsoka, back in the day. It had taken ages to repair the soundtracks, and when they had, they’d planned to save it for a special occasion, that had been overshadowed and forgotten, until now. 

Stepping back into the main cabin, Shin cracked the seal to double-check the safety of the sparse music tracks they’d been able to save. “They should be mostly intact…” Heavy silver eyes squinted at the grooves in the tape as she returned to the table, settling instead on the edge of the table to pass the gift along. Using the force to call their mug across the table to themselves, Shin took a slow, careful sip of the rich, creamy chocolate drink, mint tickling their tastebuds with that dash of cinnamon and nutmeg earning them the taste of home.

Huyang took the tape in careful hands, blinking first at the gift, then back up at Shin. The human shifted in mild discomfort… why was he looking at her like no one had ever given him a gift before?  “You remembered,” His voice was soft, trepidation lightening the box of wires that made up his vocal cords. 

“Of course…” Sabine and Ahsoka were watching the droid and human, though they were both shoved to the backburners; Back before the Inquisitor, Shin and Huyang would often find themselves in the ship alone. Huyang, working on repairs, with Shin either working, learning on their datapad, or trying to meditate. No matter what they were doing, his old tapes would be playing, filling the T-6 with the old music. He’d taught them how to dance, during those times, had opened their world to the history of music and how he perceived it much like the Force, even if he could never wield the cosmic powers himself. Those lessons had helped them a lot in their training..

Until the Inquisitor had stepped onto their ship, until Shin had shoved Huyang into his quarters and shut him down, his tapes crunching both under the boots of a scared pre-teen, and the slack in his body when his servos were powered down. Until his memory unit recorded the altercation, and Shin was gone.

When Shin was found, the dancing was gone, the tapes were beyond repair, and they’d been too far gone, and loud noises were met with flinches and unadulterated fear. Then… the universe had just refused to give the small crew of rebels a break, and then… Then Shin stepped off the ship of their own accord, and he’d been left to fear the worst. Why don’t they listen?

“Huyang?” Shin’s voice croaked, knowing they were both spiraling down paths that were too heavy to talk about so openly, traumas that would need to be healed in their own time. “Do they work?”

Carefully, gingerly, afraid to ruin a gift that meant more to him than he could express, Huyang slid the tape into a dusty slot. The static started, leaving everyone with bated breath until the rich melody and a harmonic rasp cranked through the speakers. Shin’s shoulders relaxed slowly under the familiar music, dark eyes sliding shut. They could almost imagine they were back there, that the last fifteen cycles had been nothing but a bad dream, that they’d run from their bunk and found him, to dance away the darkness in the force under the careful overwatch of their mother. 

“You two used to be obsessed with these guys,” Ahsoka mused at the break in the first song; Huyang and Shin both had been absorbed in their memories, in the old days that they’d both recalled with a somber fondness. 

“It’s the era of real music,” Huyang defended as he paused the soundtrack, a hand cradling his chest where the tape now sat safely entombed in his doonium shell. 

“Someone needs to listen to Huttese indie,” Sabine huffed with a teasing smile, a chocolate mustache coating her upper lip. Shin shifted on the table so their feet rested on the bench on either side of Sabine’s legs, folding over to lean into her personal space. 

“No one likes your over-techno garbage,” Though there was no bite in their voice; Sabine knew for a fact that the decaying blonde would turn her recordings on to listen to the music alone, oftentimes. 

Tilting her head up, Sabine ghosted her lips of theirs. “Keep telling yourself that, cyare,” 

“Really, in front of my hot chocolate?” Ahsoka questioned incredulously as she motioned to her mug, half full with the stick of peppermint slowly melting into the thick drink. 

“Girls just wanna have fun,  Master.” Sabine scoffed, though leaned back to allow Ahsoka the reprieve of being present while she stuck her tongue down her daughter’s throat. It could wait… maybe. 

“Uh-huh…” Ahsoka’s noose scrunched up as she finished her drink and the next track crackled to life from Huyang’s speakers. Gifts were opened slowly over the refills of drinks and quiet conversation, going late into the night with soft, old music and laughter bouncing off the walls. 

At some point, Shin’s hands had begun to cramp, and with an old jar of preserved Shili lotion, Sabine had taken it upon herself to roll up the sleeves of their sweater, deft fingers pressing into scar tissue, easing the stiffness from their joints and relishing in the soft, quiet sounds of comfort as their fingers were granted the freedom to unfurl. 

The chrono struck midnight, though, through an improvised viewport, created from a bandit fight with too many explosives, they could see the sun just beginning to dip below the horizon, allowing the twinkling lights from the Noti camp to light up the night. It seemed even the nomad clans around the planet were kind enough to take a break for the holidays as well, as the perimeter alarms remained undisturbed, even as Ahsoka rose from the bench with a ferocious yawn and a stretch of her own. 

“I trust that you three will find your way to bed, soon?” She started, raising a white facial marking at the professor and the students, all relaxing peacefully, bellies warm and full, and conversations lulled to quiet whispers to not overpower the way the old music tracks began to fade with their age. 

“Ku, meht.” Shin grumbled sleepily. Ahsoka couldn’t help the warm smile from flitting over her features, proud to have eared her status back, even if Shin would only address her as such anymore if they were tired or injured, it was a start. 

“Huyang, will you be up a while?” Shin questioned after Ahsoka retreated. Receiving the affirmative, Shin finally slid off the table, away from Sabine’s embrace. “Could you play track… Nine?” They requested after a moment’s thought, reaching down to tug the Mandalorian out of the bench with a quiet ‘oof’.

The music started after a brief scratch of the needle against the tape. The track was a little older than most, though the words still rang clear. For darling, hearts never lie. Pink, scarred hands found Sabine’s waist easily, fitting them together like puzzle pieces as their feet moved against the floor, kicking away wrapping paper as Shin took the lead.

Sincerely yours, my love I send. 

Sabine’s arms circled around their neck, fingers playing with the split colors of their grown-in roots, a warm brown under the artificial lights of the shuttle. 

Sincerely yours, until the end.

Shin’s fingers flexed around Sabine’s waist as they glided around their enclosed dance floor, unbothered by the way Huyang’s eyes tracked their movements, recording their first dance in over a decade. 

And should you feel as I do, drop me this line. 

Like in the Force, the two apprentices allowed the music to sway them in time, smiles and quiet laughter over tripped feet and stepped on toes. 

Sincerely yours, you’re mine.

Shin wasn’t sure when the spin and the dip was initiated, just that they’d found their lead being taken away in strong arms securing around her waist, her own hands finding the soft red material of Sabine’s sweater as she was dipped backward and warm lips peppered across her face. 

When she was pulled back to a standing position, they found themselves with the unshakable warmth of Sabine’s front pressed steadfastly against their back, feeling the rise and fall of her chest as they breathed in tandem and the song hit its crescendo. 

Sabine’s chin hooked against their shoulder as their erratic dancing slowed to a steady sway, Sabine’s hands settled on their hips, with their hands resting calmly over hers, even as those devious fingertips dipped towards the hem of their sweater, rucking it up until she could feel the smooth expanse of pale skin under her fingertips. 

Warmth tickled both apprentices' cheeks as Shin dipped back into the safety of Sabine Wren, though desire gave way to embarrassment over the robotic clearing of a throat sa Huyang reminded them of his presence, and the steps he was taking to halt the recording he’d been taking. “I think it is time I retire,” He began, rising to his feet on rusty servos. 

“Goodnight,” The apprentices spoke in unison, though Shin dipped forward to regain some semblance of composure around him. “I can take a look at your leg, tomorrow if you’d like… and Thank you,” Huyang’s head dipped in warm acknowledgement as he slunk away to his quarters, leaving them alone in the main cabin.

“So…” Sabine’s fingers had worked back up under their sweater the moment the droid’s back was turned. “Are you ready for your real present,” 

“You’re a di’kut,” Shin grumbled, turning in the embrace to bring their lips down against Sabine’s. 

Believe my heart as you’ve always done. Remember, hearts never lie.

Translations Omak da daut. - Togruti - Help me, maker cyare - Mando'a - beloved cyar'ika - Mando'a - darling Tion’jor ganar te gotal’ade ne’ortisir ti mirsheb riduur? - Mando'a - why have the makers cursed me with a smartass partner? Gotal’ade, ner kurs’kaded - Mando'a - Makers, my wolf Ku, meht. - Togruti - Yes, mom di'kut - Mando'a - idiot

Believe my heart as you’ve always done. Remember, hearts never lie.

Kofi // fic

[solacium]

fic writer year in review

questions courtesy of tellmewhatyouc!

🩵 the first fic you wrote/posted this year

omg!!! it apparently was daylight (madakoha, G, 431) written for ficwip's tiny ship fleet fest 2023!

🩵 your most written fandom, character, and/or ship

oh, my god LMAO it was absolutely madara/kohaku of ensemble stars. did i write them well? probably not. but i loved them so hard.

🩵 the fic you had the most fun writing this year

fun??? i don't have fun, i write in agony.

jkjk it would be all this and heaven too (dan heng/caelus, G, 2k), that i submitted under multifandom match! clueless idiots in love is my favourite flavour of idiots in love, i giggled a lot. yes, at my own humour, like a loser. but hey, if i'm not gonna laugh at it, who is, right?

🩵 your most used tags

how much d'you want to bet it's "fluff" 😂 (or "self-indulgent")

🩵 a time you tried something new (character ship, fandom, style, trope, etc)

oh i have so many instances of this!

1) i tried a weird format for a fic reminiscent of the songfics of yore (madakoha, M, 2.3k) in which i overlap the voice of the narrator with a letter he is reading.

2) i wrote for two ships New To Me this year and have fallen in insane love with one of them

3) i translated two fics (EN-CN) and recorded a podfic for ficwip's multifandom match 2023!

🩵 the fic you’re most proud of this year

good lord. i'm not sure, hey. i wanna say iris (unfurling) (luocha/blade, G, 100) bc i managed to make it do what i wanted it to do for me, and judging by the comments, for my reader(s?) too. it's more a drabble, less a fic, but it counts, right?

mostly tho if i'm entirely honest i'm proud i managed to complete anything at all this year.

🩵 any challenges/events/etc you participated in this year (or your favorites if you don’t want to list them all)

i Actually Participated in things this year!

tiny ship fleet fest 2023

i still can't believe i made it for #ficwip5k this year!

multifandom match 2023, the highlight of my YEAR

i finally attempted ahria's 1000 word photo prompt challenge this month and it was super fun!!

🩵 the last fic you wrote/posted this year

at the point of the writing of this, it is touch (luocha/blade, 1k, T), just some simple fluff. i'm hoooping to post the NYE madakoha fic i've been writing since 2022 on NYE though!

🩵 your writing goals(s) for next year

honestly, it would be to be More Fearless, More Shameless. i can be better later, i need to learn not to stop myself first.

i would also like to write something for next year's 5k, and get at least halfway through my tarot project by the end of 2024.

[hollybell51]

Chapter Four

The part where you bare your damaged little soul

Our Treasure - Jim Hawkins x fem!Reader

Chapter Three, masterpost

Word count: 1566

Summary: You may be getting in far too deep for your own good. 

Notes: prepare for a) info dumping and b) some badly written emotional vulnerability. I apologise on both counts. Also this is on my AO3 as well if you wanted to show me some love over there, although it’s the same.

Warning: mentioned slavery, implied SA (not of your character, but it goes with the slavery thing... you’ll see). I’m in no way glorifying or romanticising any of this stuff, if you don’t wanna read it then don’t read it obviously (although it’s not explicit at all, in fact it’s all mostly mentioned and implied so you should be fine) xx

It wasn’t until you were curled in your hammock, replaying the events of the day in your mind that you realised you hadn’t thanked Jim. You should have, he sort of saved your life after all. Sighing, you got up to go find him.

The spot where he usually slept was empty when you got there, so you headed up to the deck. You almost walked straight into John on the stairs, and only just caught your balance on the rail.

“Have you seen Jim anywhere?” you asked.

“Jimbo?” he raised an eyebrow, then nodded back up towards the deck. “Aye, ‘e’s up there.”

“Right, thanks.”

“Lass,” he stopped you as you tried to squeeze past, bending down so that he was eye-level with you. “Be careful, eh? Don’t go… Oh, you know what I mean.”

“Yup,” you nodded, ignoring the guilt in your gut. If he was warning you against getting too attached, you had the sneaking suspicion that it might be too late.

“There’s a good girl.” He squeezed your shoulder, smiling.

It only took a quick sweep of the rigging to spot Jim’s hunched figure against the starry expanse of outer space, sitting with his legs crossed. You climbed up, perching on the taffrail beside him. 

“What are you doing?” you asked, eyeing his hands. He was fiddling with something in his lap, repeating the same movements over and over again.

“Nothing,” he said, holding out his hands to show a short piece of rope tied into a neat knot.

“It wasn’t your fault.” You turned sideways so you were facing him, resting your back against a taut piece of rope.

“The lifelines came loose, I was the one who tied them. There isn’t that much to it.”

“The lifelines stopped me falling. I pulled myself back in on it, and it only came loose or broke or whatever after I was holding onto the ship. I mean,” you lifted up the side of your shirt, displaying the line of raw red and faint purple from where the rope pulled tight around your waist, “it caught me, see?”

“You don’t get it, (Y/N). I screwed up. I thought for a second—you know what? Forget it.”  

“No.”

He raised his head, meeting your gaze for a second.

You took a deep breath, then, “You saved my life, Jim. That’s not something I’m just gonna forget. And so what if you screwed up? We all screw up. I mean, I’ve fallen off the rigging and nearly thrown a knife straight through John too many times to count, and I get that this is a little bit bigger than kitchen knives and ropes, but it’s the same principle. I wouldn’t be here without you.”

He finally looked up at you, holding your gaze as if looking for truth in your words. Suddenly, he leaned forwards and hugged you tightly, letting go almost immediately. “Thanks, (Y/N).”

“No problems.” You smiled, hoping that the dimness hid your blush. You sat in mostly comfortable silence for a while, then a thought occurred to you. “Hey,” you ventured, “you know how when we were bringing the skip back in you had plans to make people see you differently at home. What did you mean?”

“Might be a shock, but I’m not exactly number one.” He laughed ruefully, picking at a thread on the hem of his shirt.

“Number two?” you joked.

“Nah, I’m a bit of a loser, actually.”

“I don’t believe you,” you laughed, punching his arm.

“It’s true!” he shoved you away playfully, then continued, “I had a couple of run-ins with cops, my teachers hate me, and my mom’s disappointed all the time.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“What’s she like?” you asked after a pause. “Your mom, I mean.”

“She’s… she’s the best. She runs – ran – a business basically by herself and raised me by herself, and she’s the nicest mom in the Galaxy.” Something must have shown on your face, because he hurried on, “I don’t mean that other moms aren’t nice, and I’m sure your mom’s the best too I just…”

“It’s fine,” you cut him off, looking down at your hands in your lap. Without realising it, your fingers had gone to the strip of cloth you wore tied around your wrist, running along its edge and over the knot.

“(Y/N)?” he asked, “is something wrong?”

“No,” you looked up, flashing a smile and pulling your sleeve down. “No, it’s all fine.”

He raised an eyebrow doubtfully.

“I just… I dunno. I never had a mom, so it’s a bit weird when people talk about them, y’know? But I like hearing about other people and their parents. Sometimes…” you paused, sighing. “When I was younger, anyway, I used to sort of pretend that the stories other people would tell me about their families were from me, about my own family.” You stopped, the blood rushing to your face. “Sorry, that’s weird. I shouldn’t have told you that.” 

“No, no, it’s fine,” he looked taken aback, and slightly guilty. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know.”

You shrugged. You’d always found it strange how people apologised when they found out that something bad had happened to someone. “You’re sure it’s ok? I know it’s not really something a lot of people do, so I wouldn’t be surprised if you were... if it was...” you trailed off, fidgeting. 

He nodded. You breathed a sigh of relief, fingers working the hem of your shirt. “Ok. Anyway, what’s your plan? You know, to make people see you differently.” 

“I’m not sure if I should tell you…” he said, chewing on the inside of his cheek.

“Come on,” you grinned, “you can trust me!”

“I know, I’m just not supposed to.”

“Come on! I’ll make you a bargain, name your price.”

He ran a hand though his hair, causing it to flop over his forehead and around his ears. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t think he looked good like this, here, relaxed in front of you. “What you say to a simple trade, information for information?” 

“Information?” you tilted your head, idly wondering he could possibly want to know from you. 

“Yeah. You tell me what you’ve got in stall, I’ll tell you what I’ve got.” 

You felt your stomach turn over. Was it worth it? But you couldn’t back out now, that would put a ridiculously suspicious spotlight on both you and John. You could lie, tell him you wanted to save up for your own ship or something like that, but somehow the thought of telling Jim anything but the truth felt obscenely wrong, dirty even. And it was Jim, who laughed at your jokes and listened with such rapture when you told him about all your adventures with John, who helped you with your chores and who had literally saved your life just hours ago. “Alright.”  

“Ok,” he smiled, leaning back and facing you. “It involves money, and an Inn that I might have accidentally sort of burned down, and my mom. That’s all I can tell you.”

You hesitated for a moment. If John knew what you were doing... “My plan involves money, legal documents, the slave trade and John Sliver.” There, the words were out of you. They were vague enough, you hadn’t given too much away. 

“The slave trade?” his eyes widened, and you grinned.

“You give me more info, and I’ll give you more.” You could afford to throw him a few more breadcrumbs of knowledge. 

“You’ll see what I mean in a few days probably, I wanna know more now!”

“Nope,” you shook your head, “a bargain’s a bargain. Are you trying to swindle me, Mr Hawkins?”

He clapped his hands over his mouth in exaggerated horror. “ A fine lady such as yourself? Never!” Then he looked away, more serious. “I’m gonna get a lot of money and use it to rebuild my mom’s Inn. Does that help?”

“Mmm…” You pretended to think for a moment, then nodded. You didn’t think it was all too in keeping with John’s advice, but you wanted him to know you, you wanted to eliminate the secrets and heavy burdens between you that you could so that the massive weight of the mission and what you were going to have to do would feel less like a boulder on your chest. “I feel that that is a fair price for what I’m telling you. This is sort of drastic, but I’m gonna get some money and literally buy myself.”

“What?” he laughed, then stopped when he realised you were serious. “Who are you buying yourself from?”

“John Silver.”

“He owns you?”

“Yeah, technically.” You pulled up your sleeve, picking at the knot on your wrist and letting the piece of material fall away. Beneath it, your skin was a few shades lighter than the rest of your arm and marked with a combination of burn scars and old cuts, a black six-digit ID number just visible beneath them all.

Jim reached a hand out to touch it, then stopped. He looked up at you, asking permission, and at you nod brushed his fingers over the raised markings. “You’re a slave?”

“Legally. I don’t really think of John as a master, and he doesn’t think of me as his. He’s more like… I dunno, sorta a cross between a best friend and a dad to me. He bought me from my old master when I was eleven years old, and we’ve been hanging out. I was born into it all, my mom was seventeen when she had me and died, and nobody knows for sure who the father was. They used to talk about her a lot, when they thought I wasn’t listening, so I know that some of them think it was a random guy and some think it was the master which is gross because he’s fat and old and has three moles with hair growing out of them on his chin. I tried to get rid of the tattoo a few times, but it hasn’t worked out so far.” You stopped, realising that you were rambling on. “Sorry.”

Jim was gaping at you, and you realised that you’d probably said way too much. Who had you been kidding, the poor boy was barely used to the idea of you being a pirate, how had you thought he’d take this? You had never felt more stupid.  

“I um…” you wrapped the bandage back around your wrist, fumbling with the knot as you tried to tie it at the same as you were getting down from the rigging. “I’ll just go, yeah? Um… thanks again, and uh, sorry about all—”

“Wait, (Y/N), stop.” Jim grabbed your arm, and you froze. Gently, he took your wrist in his hands and tied up the bandage, checking the tension and nodding in satisfaction. “You don’t have to apologise,” he said, “I mean, I asked. And it’s alright, by the way.”

“Really?” Your stomach jolted. 

“Yeah. I’m sorry you have to buy yourself though, that’s kind of messed up.”

“Nah, I’ve been saving up for a while.” You both laughed at that. You had to admit, it felt weirdly good to tell someone something that you held so close to home. It was freeing, letting Jim see a part of you that up until then only John had known. You wished that the two of you had met under different circumstances. 

“Why can’t John just give you like, I dunno, a really low price? I mean, why not just free you?” he asked, jerking you out of your thoughts.

“Legal stuff. He can’t sell me for any less than the original price, which unfortunately for me was eight thousand in gold. And I don’t have eight thousand gold pieces.”

“You're pretty valuable, then?”

“You could say that, yeah. Anyway, we should probably go to bed at some point, I’m kinda tired.” And you were. A pleasant buzz had settled over you during your conversation, but with it came a wave of tiredness as the events of the day really crashed into you. You’d escaped a black hole and almost died doing it, for crying out loud! 

“Ok,” he smiled as you swung down from the rigging, following suit. “Goodnight, I guess.”

“Goodnight, Jim.” On an impulse, you stretched up and kissed his cheek, then hugged him quickly. “And thanks again,” you whispered in his ear.

Chapter Five

[beautiful-and-terrible]

little things

Rating: Gen

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, SoftBoi!Rodrick, Insecure!Reader

Ship: Rodrick Heffley x Reader

Warnings: Body Image, Eating Disorders / Body Dysmorphia, Insecurity 

A/N: this is. SO shmoopy and cheesy lmaoooo but this was an anon request and i live to please :) enjoy!

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You dragged yourself through your front door, kicking off your shoes in the foyer. The house was dark - your parents were probably asleep already.

You had just spent the day with Rodrick at Six Flags, and you were exhausted from spending all day in the hot sun, running around with your boyfriend like children. You smiled to yourself thinking about the events of the day, the thrill of the rollercoasters you went on.

You clutched the teddy bear Rodrick had won you close to your chest as you slowly ascended the stairs, trying not to make too much noise.

You entered your room and tenderly placed the bear on the bed, giving it a little kiss on the head as you did so before starting your night routine. Change into pajamas, brush teeth, wash face. As you were putting on your final face cream, your phone vibrated on the bathroom counter. You knew who it was from the specific rhythm of the vibration - two short bursts, like a heartbeat.

Rodrick had sent pictures of you two from today - a lot of selfies, but also a couple of far away shots that Rodrick had harassed people into taking for you. People rarely were able to say no to Rodrick once he had gotten an idea into his head - even if that idea was wrapping himself around a street lamp like a stripper for a good picture.

You finally, blissfully laid down in bed, letting out a giant groan as you cracked your back. You browsed the photos, feeling your heart-rate pick up as you gazed at Rodrick in the pictures. He looked so cute today - he had been wearing cut off black jeans, black high-top vans, and a loose button down Hawaiian shirt, half-way unbuttoned to show off his tanned chest and the multiple layers of silver necklaces he was wearing. His nails were painted black, but his eyes were free of makeup, simply accented by his naturally long eye-lashes and the smile-lines around his eyes.

After admiring Rodrick, you turned your gaze to yourself in the pictures. You felt your heart sink into your stomach. When you had left the house this morning, you had felt pretty confident in your outfit - just ripped jean shorts and a crop-top with converse. But as you looked closer, you couldn’t stop thinking about how unsatisfied you felt with the way you looked in the pictures.

As you continued to scroll through, the more faults you found in your appearance. Your thighs being squeezed by your shorts, which didn’t feel too tight but apparently were not as flattering as you thought. In one picture, you were sitting down on a bench, your legs over Rodrick’s lap, but you couldn’t stop staring at the roll of your stomach that came over the waistband of your shorts. You felt tears pricking your eyes, but you stubbornly refused to cry. You spent a long time trying to feel confident in yourself - you weren’t going to let that hard work be ruined by a few unflattering photos.

However, you couldn’t stop thinking about the way your body looked in those pictures. You got up to stand in front of your full length mirror, looking at the reflection critically. You were craning your neck to look at your butt when you heard a soft tap-tap-tap at the window. You jumped about 2 feet in the air before you realized it was just Rodrick, grinning from outside the window and placing a wet kiss on the glass, making you laugh. He made a grossed-out expression when he realized the glass was not as clean as he thought it was, wiping his tongue on the back of his hand.

“I swear to God, you’re like a toddler. Didn’t your mom ever tell you not to lick random surfaces?” you asked as you opened the window to let him in. He folded himself gracefully through the window, all long limbs and messy hair. You felt both comforted and electrified in his presence.

“Since when have I ever listened to any authority figure?” Rodrick asked, grinning wolfishly and leaning down to kiss you softly, juxtaposing his rebellious tone. For someone with such a seemingly hard exterior, Rodrick was always very gentle and sweet with you. It was one of the things you loved most about him - he seemed to hate everyone but you. It made you feel special and appreciated. 

As he pulled back from the kiss, he frowned, stroking his thumb over your cheek. “Have you been crying? Your eyes are red,” he said, making a pouty face. You shrugged, turning away and shaking your head.

“No, just allergies probably.”

Rodrick scoffed, “Sure, allergies. You’re a bad liar, you know that?”

You refused to look at him, instead going to your record player and flipping through the vinyls you had stacked in a black milk-crate. “I’m not a bad liar,” you said half-heartedly, not really able to come up with any other excuse.

“You totally are, you avoided eye contact and everything. Seriously, what's wrong? Do you not like the bear?” Rodrick asked. You felt his arms wrap around your waist, his chest pressed against your back, his nose tucked into the crook of your neck. You felt yourself smile despite your bad mood.

“No, I love the bear. I named him Sasha Bear-on Cohen. Get it?” you said, turning your head to place a kiss on his cheek.

“Ahh, a-very nice,” Rodrick replied in his best Borat impression. You giggled. He gave you a squeeze, hands warm on your waist, but the sensation made you self-conscious about your body again, and you wiggled away. You couldn’t understand how Rodrick could bear to touch you. You had no idea why he was attracted to you in the first place. It made tears spring to your eyes again, and you sniffled.

“Y/n”, Rodrick said softly, looking genuinely concerned. “I know you. You don’t get sad for no reason - unless you’re on your period, or you start thinking too much about the Mars Curiosity Rover.”

You sighed, but you knew he had a point. It took you a minute to get your thoughts into words before you spoke.

“I just... I know its silly. But those pictures - you look like a Hot Topic wet dream and I look... I don’t know. I just don’t like the way I look. And most of the time I don’t let it bother me - at least, I try - but I hate having my picture taken because whenever I see them, all I can see is the things I hate about myself. So. Yeah.”

You feel the tears making steady rivers down your cheeks, and your voice shakes as you speak. Rodrick listens attentively, sitting on the foot of your bed. He pats the space next to him, and you sit down. His hand rests on your leg - not constraining you or placating you with a hug, just letting you know he’s there.

“Y/n, I don’t know how to tell you this without sounding like a giant cheese-ball, but... holy fuck. You are so beautiful. I - every time I look at you all I can think is goddamn, I can’t believe she’s into a loser like me. And don’t argue, it’s just a fact,” he says quickly as you try to defend him from his own self-deprecation. 

“I’m not good with words... I’m more of a man of action, y’know?” he says, raising his eyebrows suggestively. You smack him on the arm, but his silly expression still makes you smile.

“But, I can still tell you - and don’t repeat this to anyone ever because I’ll never live it down - you give me butterflies. Every time. No matter if you’re in pajamas or a ballgown. You make me feel like a stack of pancakes with warm butter and syrup,” he pauses as you laugh, his warm brown eyes gazing into yours. “Just... I don’t even know what I’m saying at this point. You make my bones feel funny. That’s how beautiful you are.”

Rodrick finally wraps his arms around you. You let yourself be folded into the embrace, feeling content and more than a little overwhelmed by his confession.

“Thank you,” you murmur, unable to find any other words at the moment. You want to say all of that back to him, ten-fold. You want to tell him he makes you feel like flashing concert lights and Fourth of July fireworks. But your mouth can’t make the words, so you just wrap your arms around him tighter.

“Do you want me to spend the night?” he asks, pressing a kiss to your temple. You simply nod, already moving up the bed and pulling back the covers as Rodrick goes to turn out the lights.

In the dark of the room, only illuminated by the street-lamp outside your house, Rodrick looks very alien - all long lines and lean angles. It makes your heart-rate kick up again, and you feel a blush form on your cheeks. It’s not as though this is the first time you’ve slept in the same bed, or even been intimate, but this feels... different. 

Rodrick tucks himself in next to you on your bed - it’s a queen size, so it fits both of you well enough that you could sleep together not touching if you wanted to. But Rodrick is a big cuddler at heart, even if he would deny it to his grave. He wraps his arms around your waist as you lay your head on his chest, already being lulled to sleep by the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

You feel like it’s important to tell him before you both lose the tenderness of the moment, so you finally open your mouth to speak.

“I’m so lucky. I know you think you’re... a loser, or whatever but, Rodrick. You aren’t. You are so beyond cool, and brave, and courageous. Thinking about you makes my head spin. And whenever I see you... I’m home.” You trail off, feeling awkward, but Rodrick simply tightens his arms around you, stroking your back with his fingers.

“If I knew we were getting this sentimental I wouldn’t have brought lube... and maybe a few tissues,” he snickers, and you pinch his nipple, causing him to squeal.

“Jerk.”

“Bitch,” he teases back, and you sigh softly, feeling your body and mind relax. You had almost completely forgotten about the pictures - and at this point, you didn’t really care. The pictures didn’t speak. The only voice telling you that you weren’t beautiful was the one inside your head, and it could definitely be a bitch sometimes.

You could’ve imagined it, but as your brain was finally shutting down, you could’ve sworn you heard Rodrick start to sing, “you are my sunshine... my only sunshine...”

“you make me happy... when skies are gray...”

“you’ll never know, dear, how much i love you...”

“please don’t take my sunshine away...”

[eddiemyluhuv]

okay, i just wanted to clear up a few things up on this post from what i've seen in the comments!

so yes, i recognize that destiel shippers are not the only people in the fandom! my project is an anthropological review, and is a sort of "native ethnography", where i base my research paths on my own experiences. when making this project, i was interested in seeing how specific events and moments can change the course of a fandom on tumblr. one of the other moments i am studying for another fandom is the loser's club/it by stephen king. the trajectory of that fandom was that when the first movie came out in 2017, the fandom grew exponentially for the next two years, and i really started to see it start to wane (again, this was only from the point of view of my own orbit) in 2020 after both movies had come out and no new news was happening in the fandom. so that was a very fast growth and slow decline.

for supernatural, i have two periods i want to look at for my project: the superwholock era and post-nov. 5, since, again, these are two periods that had a very unique sort of activity in a very long-running fandom overall. while there is so, so much content that can be explored in the spn tumblr fandom, i cannot focus on the entire fandom in this one-semester long project, it would not begin to do it justice, and honestly, this fandom deserves like an entire encyclopedic study of it.

so again, instead of looking at the entire course of the spn fandom's history on tumblr, i am looking at two blips on the timeline. i think nov. 5 is still a relevant point on the timeline even if you don't ship destiel. after all, it did trend above the election on twitter that night, and brought both shippers and antis alike back to the fandom. i personally know people irl who did not ship destiel but HAD to know what the fuck was happening and witness the aftermath of this in the last two eps. if you disagree and think i shouldn't focus on this topic, that's fine, i respect that. just know that my personal orbit is not just based in destiel shippers, and in my personal life on the app i am a part of the spn fandom overall! (for the record, i myself am much more interested in charlie/rowena/crowley/jack/etc. than dean or cas)

thank you all for your comments, i really appreciate the engagement, and i will probably be making a post in the near future about something superwholock related. other than this follow-up, the rest of my replies will probably be in the comments and tags. thanks y'all!

hey spn fans!

i'm working on an ethnography project about fandom spaces on tumblr and their population sizes over time. as a survivor myself, i want to know what the population looked like over time, since the show saw ups and downs in its popularity among fans and (anecdotally) i personally noticed a down-tick in the spn fandom in the years leading up to nov. 5. so i made a poll to try to figure out who left the fandom, when the left, and how long they left for. please boost this! i really wanna hear from a variety of fans and i know everyone has had a different experience with the show.

and if you'd like to, please drop some context in the tags (what season you left off on, etc.)

[minisoysquares]

As fun as the events and ideas you posted about 19days would be, wouldn’t it also just bring in more negative stuff - like fandom in general has become a field of land mines and I fear that something that’s supposed to fun will turn into some sort of battle. Like how some people get extremely heated over any other ships outside of their fave ship and they cannot possibly have other ships except theirs, etc. The last thing anyone wants is for content creators to be targeted simply for making something they thought would be fun

(This ask and answer is about this post.)

First of all thank you so much for addressing such a big and valid concern. I agree that that has indeed happened in certain fandoms - I can say I've been in the thick of it and witnessed quite the warfare - but in others it has also brought fans and readers and content creators together even closer and tighter in a wonderful thriving community.

I have the feeling this'll get quite long so please proceed under the cut with that in mind.

I believe all things are potential harbingers of both discord and harmony. There will always be people who feel entitled and who want - even demand! the audacity! - authors and artists to create for their ships and their ships alone. And there will also always be people who can appreciate the writing and the art without judgemental treatment regarding the pairings/characters depicted, no matter their preferences.

All of that happens and will continue to happen, whether we go forward with these events or not. And yet authors will still write what they want to write, artists will still draw what they want to draw, graphic designers will still make the edits they want to make as well. What we could do, in this small and close knit fandom, is take in our hands this powerful rich opportunity and try our best to make a model of positivity out of it.

In these events, there would be no bashing or shaming allowed. The content created would be to be enjoyed by those who are attracted to it, and those who do not have a taste for that fanwork in particular would be asked to remain respectful. (As it should always be.) There would be no ship wars in these spaces. Discourse, hate-speech or anti-behaviour would not be tolerated by the moderators of the event.

Creators who indulged in it would be immediately disqualified. Any unnecessary commentary or complaints from the audience would be deleted and reported as spam. Anyone instigating conflict would be only painting a target on their back, really. Because most of us - I dare say - are only here to appreciate the brilliant artwork and fanfiction woven and crafted by the talented people who share it with us.

If it came to it and it escalated, this hellsite has several tools that can be put to use to that regard. Accounts could be blocked and/or even reported. They wouldn't be able to interact with the blogs created to run these events from then on. We would be able to create a black list and post it publicly so everyone else who wished to could simply block those unruly pesky accounts and remain at peace and free to enjoy themselves to their utmost.

Let us not forget that this is all fiction and it's all for fun. Everyone's allowed to have their own opinion, likes and dislikes. There simply is no need to step on anyone else and their interests to elevate them.

Let's exemplify, for the sake of clarity:

Do I personally ship A with B? Imagine I do not. I do not search for it. If I come across it? I scroll past it. Once or twice, I may even like - and even reblog - if it happens to catch my attention and it's well written/drawn! (I have tags along the lines of 'I don't ship it but' and 'look at this beautiful art' or 'drown in the power of these words.')

It's so easy to interact amongst ourselves without coming with pitchforks at one another. Know what actually needs effort? Being a meanie and a party popper! Who in their right mind wastes their time on things they don't care for? Dum dums, that's who! Of course, we're all dummies at times... and that's okay! Let's just not harass people or crash their fun while we're at it!

If nothing else: you wouldn't like if others did this or that to you, therefore don't do it to others. It's a simple concept to grasp.

Very important: in these events, every single piece would be explicitly and properly tagged and warned for right at the very top of each post, so there would be absolutely no excuses for anyone being nasty.

We would just have to be open to the experience. Enjoy our ships and let other enjoy theirs. We do not have to all like the same thing. That would be just boring. But we can cohabitate devoid of trouble in fandom. Each one of us just has to be respectful. No need to even be nice. No one has to compliment something they don't like. They also don't have to step on what others do.

Don't like a ship/character/theme? Don't read stories focused on it. Don't put down authors who write it or readers who enjoy it. Same for art. No need to shout about how awful it is just for the simple reason that it does not fit into your personal shipping preferences. It can still be still be a tasty and wonderfully baked cake, it's just that you're not fond of vanilla or strawberries. It's okay. There are all kinds of cake for everyone's tastes!

Further examples: If a ship happens to be a NOTP for me or I don't care for the character(s)? I filter the tags. All of them. Any and every tag I can think of. It's very easy to protect ourselves on Tumblr from content we do not wish to see. (My own list is huge and just as effective.) Filtering is incredibly important.

So go ahead and filter out the ships you can do without! Filter out porte-manteaux like Tianshan, Zhanyi, Qiucheng, Tianxi, Tianyi, Lishan, Litian, Liyi, Shantou, Polydays, (...) Filter out any ship tag that doesn't strike your fancy like Q x MGS, HC x JY's mom, (...) Filter out characters that aren't your cuppa tea like HT, HT's dad, SL, JY's mom, XH, (...)

Make it safe for yourself and for others. That way you won't rage at the sight of your NOTP, won't feel the compulsive need to trash the people who ship it, no one is hurt and everyone is happy!

There are many steps we could follow to prevent rotten eggs in our coop. And many more actions we could take to throw them out if need be. I firmly believe, however, that if we're all of the same mind everything would go well and with very few bumps along the way.

If we only ever feared the possible negative consequences of our actions, never taking the risk for the possible positive ones, we'd never get anything done. I say let's not let our beloved fandom stagnate or dry out. Let's incentivate and motivate and inspire! Let's share! Let's have fun!

Think of it in these terms: it wouldn't be a competition at all but rather a charity event. Performers and spectators coming together for a common good, raising content and spreading joy! There would be no winners or losers or prizes. What would matter would be good old-fashioned participation, both by providing content and/or consuming it.

It could also a good way to get people to express themselves more. Many content consumers tend to lurk or keep to themselves even if they like the content posts. (I used to be one myself and only a couple months ago started to come out of my shell.) I myself advocate for reblogging instead of liking - if you have to choose one or the other, I mean, why not do both? - and leaving a word on every single post I like and/or reblog. Sometimes I go nuts commenting, sometimes I leave a small note in the tags.

It doesn't matter how. Even if you're shy or introverted (*raises hand*) or don't know what to say I guarantee a single emoticon or a string of disordered letters symbolising incoherence will make the creator's day all the same. Getting feedback is so important and motivational for creators and also a great way for fandom members to keep in touch and support each other.

Additionally, if a person would like more of a certain type of content here are some healthy actions they could take: a) commission a creator and pay for it if they can; b) politely make a suggestion to a creator with an open ask box; c) post a prompt publicly for possible interested creators to use; d) do it yourself and share it with others!

This turned out into more of a "behavioural guidelines" thing than I'd have liked. I am not in any way whatsoever telling anyone what to do. This is what I do, and it works wonders for me. I stay completely out of toxic arguments and in on all the goodies. I'm able to fully enjoy my fandoms. And isn't that what we all want?

Thank you again for sharing your thoughts with me. And I apologise for the long rant!

Of course, this is only my personal stance on the issue. I did go for a survey first exactly for this end, to get their opinions on the subject and see if it would be worth a shot. I shall hope many other people will think as I do, but I will wholly respect those who don't.

[cornholio4]

Scarlet Lady Au: Two Halves of Marinette’s Heart

Author’s Note: Based on Zoe-Oneesama's Tumblr comic Scarlet Lady which is my fave Ladybug fan content or tied along with LadyBugOut. Only there and the amnesiac Adrien in the episode Oblivion do I ship Adrienette. Also happy birthday to Zoe.

@zoe-oneesama

Marinette Dupain-Cheng was smiling as he was riding on the back of one of her boyfriends Luka Couffaine's bike as he had insisted on giving her a ride to school. He and Adrien Agreste had recently revealed their feelings to her and she was torn between them: the cute and nice Adrien and the cool but also dorky like her Luka. It was tough to think it through even after they had both assured her that they don't want to hurt their friendship with her no matter what she choose. It was Alya who stepped in after healing her dilemma had said that she can just date them both since she had two hands for the each of them. Luka and Adrien were fine with this as long as Marinette was happy and it was then their relationship happened over the weekend.

They had let their family know and they accepted it well: Anarka was quite over the top in her excitement, Marinette's parents and embarrassed her by saying that she had got them 2 sons in law; Juleka had likewise already claimed Marinette as her sister in law and Adrien's father... Marinette and Luka looked at him in sympathy when he just shook his head saying that he was too busy to get a chance to tell him. Marinette comforted him with a hug not really liking how her favourite designer was so cold to his own son. Pollen was more than happy about his Miraculous' owner's new relationship and said his queen deserved all the love that she gets.

Marinette kissed Luka on the cheek after she got off and Adrien was there to greet them as they posed together for a picture smiling which Juleka took with Adrien's photo. Luka and Adrien showed off their custom necklaces around their necks made by Marinette of two halves of a heart with "Marinette's heart" inscribed on them.

"Are you sure that you are ready for everyone to know about you three?" Juleka asked giving Adrien back his phone and they nodded without hesitation.

"I don't really care as much for father's opinion but he seems to like Marinette as an up and coming designer so I think he will give approval." Adrien said with a huffed voice which had them silent.

"I wouldn't want to hide being with Marinette at all; I would sing it with my soul." Luka said Adrien posted the picture on social media with the caption:

Me with Luka Couffaine and our amazing new girlfriend Marinette Dupain-Cheng!

They got in and as students saw the notice they began crowding Marinette and Adrien as they came in holding hands as they went to their classroom. There were students wanting to get a look at 2 3rds of the new couple as they heard the comments:

"Marinette scored herself with 2 cute guys!"

"Are you going to be modelling Marinette's designs now Adrien?"

"So are you going to be Marinette Dupain-Cheng-Agreste-Couffaine in the future?"

They ignored them and walked into class with Juleka not far behind them to see their excited classmates wanting to know the details.

"So Adrien, will you and Luka be fighting eachother to get the most out of Marinette's time?" Alix asked as Marinette glared at her while Rose was squealing about how romantic it was. Marinette was taken aback when she noticed Lila and Sabrina glaring at their direction while looking quite jealous.

She was shocked by this thinking that she was getting along with Lila and Sabrina was forming a good friendship with her while helping her start over from her toxic so called 'friendship' that she had with Chloe. Marinette's eyes widened when she noticed that Adrien went to get to his seat and their looks were going to his direction, so it was Adrien they were angry at?

"Can I please ask if Adrien has done something to anger you?" Marinette asked as they both shook their heads and there were laughter.

"Marinette, they are just jealous that Adrien and Luka got to you first!" Alya told her grinning as they ended up nodding slightly a bit embarrassed.

"You helped me be more truthful about myself and I still remember how in love that I felt when I heard you badmouth that terrible Scarlet Lady!" Lila said as Marinette was open mouthed wondering just could she possibly remember that since she was Volpina at the time. Marinette did remember that while she was telling the love struck Volpina that she hated Hawk Moth more than Scarlet Lady, that she a bit scared that Volpina was going to kidnap her as a bride for her comment alone.

"You've always been so nice to me Marinette and never held what I did for Chloe against me, even when I tried to steal your diary for her and lied my way into your room. You've been more of a friend to me than Chloe ever was and you are so amazing." Sabrina told her as Marinette didn't know what to say.

"I bet Luka and Adrien wouldn't mind if you wanted to date Marinette as well, if Marc is alright with Nathaniel wanting to go after Marinette as well." Rose suggested as Marinette, Sabrina, Lila and Nathaniel were now red in the face.

"Dupain-Cheng!" screamed an unwelcome voice as the entire class groaned in unison as they should have dreaded this reaction as Chloe came in looking angrier than they had ever saw her which was quite an accomplishment for her. "How dare you steal my Adrikins away from me! I could care less if you wanted to waste your time with that loser with the guitar as losers belong together, that do you think that I was going to sit back and let you keep them both for yourself when Adrien is mine!" Chloe thundered as the class glared at her.

"Watch what you say about Marinette or my brother!" Juleka said speaking up using courage that almost never comes to her.

"Adrien is not a prize to be won or yours to claim Chloe; it's his choice who he wants to be with!" Marinette told her as Chloe smirked getting out her phone.

"Managed to get a picture of your little notebook when you had it open and wasn't looking Dupain-Cheng." Chloe said showing off a drawing of a love heart around Chat Noir as Marinette was open mouthed at that picture being shown to the class and red in her face but while angry at Chloe, Adrien couldn't help but smile a bit at the picture. "So do you want to claim the mangy cat as well Dupain-Cheng with how pathetic you are?" Chloe snarked looking victorious but Adrien spoke up.

"Nothing wrong with having a celebrity crush Chloe, I have one on Marigold myself." Adrien said taking out his notebook and showing that it had a photo of the Bee heroine Marigold with a heart drawing around it as Marinette was redder in the face while Chloe was open mouthed.

"Nothing wrong with that dude, she is pretty much the best hero that Paris has now!" Nino said with everyone smiling and nodding in agreement besides Chloe and Marinette. Marigold has with her fighting tenacity, warm comforting words to Akuma victims after they were being freed and happy to help civilians in need made her a more popular hero. She had given interviews and how valued Chat Noir was as a partner and helped Paris realise how hard he had to fight against the Akumas.

"Excuse me but Scarlet Lady is by far Paris' best hero!" Chloe retorted by Alya got out her phone and showed the poll that the news station had made asking Paris citizens who they liked the best.

Marigold was in the lead followed by Chat Noir, Maotif the one time temporary Chat Noir was in 3rd place and in a very distant 4th place with barely 1% vote was Scarlet Lady. "Paris disagrees Chloe." Alya told her and Chloe was furious. People were being interviewed and the stories of people's interactions with Scarlet Lady were now circulating.

"Adrien, you can't seriously be okay with this! I'm your friend and we would be much better than stupid Dupain-Cheng!" Chloe told Adrien but he shook his head.

"'Were' your friend Chloe, 'were' as in we used to be and haven't really been friends for a long time but I am just making it official!" Adrien thundered and Chloe was open mouthed and this surprised the class. "Sorry Chloe, I have tried to give you some time to better yourself but you keep pulling these stunts while being a cruel bully to our classmates and treating me like a possession of yours. Calling my girlfriend and my new bro losers was me losing all patience and I can't pretend anymore. I am sorry Chloe but I can't be friends with you anymore, you are different from the friend that I used to have." Adrien said and Chloe furiously charged at Marinette.

Adrien caught her hand and glared at her hard before letting go, Chloe began ranting and shouting on the spot while kicking the desk and Ms Bustier had to tell her off and send her to the principal's office.

"Sorry about that Adrien..." Marinette said since as much bad blood as there was between her and Chloe, the bully did used to be a friend to Adrien.

"You have nothing to be sorry about, just keep being the girl that I love." Adrien told her and she smiled back.

Later in the week, after school they were at a park bench as Marinette was at Luka's lap and Adrien was in Marinette's as the three relaxed together. However they heard screaming and saw an Akuma attacking people in the streets.

Marinette jumped out of Luka's lap and helped Adrien up who was in a similar panic as her's. "Sorry guys, I hate to break up a perfect moment but... I have to get a cake to Nadja and I don't want to be earlier than I was last time since it didn't go so well..." Marinette said thinking on the spot.

"Don't worry... I just remembered an event that my dad would want me to be at..." Adrien said as they both ran off in separate directions.

Luka smiled as she dusted himself off and went home chuckling at them, after a few days of this did they really think that he would not pierce it together? No matter, this means that he could talk to Adrien about Marigold and bond over them crushing on her.

[momtaku]

Wouldn't the world be more beautiful if all people who didn't like the ending simply left? If someone didn't like the finale and it destroyed the whole series for them, then they should sell their volumes, DVD, remove MP3 with Sawano's music and close the doors of SnK forever. Leave it behind and keep moving foward. I don't know why so many people staying in the fandom and complaing like crazy. The new leaks = the new reason to complain and hating SnK and Isayama.

What I wish is that people who hated the ending would follow the only rule that has ever existed in fandom - Stay in your lane. Hate it all you want, but don’t hassle those who feel differently. 

I’m going to rant below the cut.  I’m going to take this opportunity to mourn what I believe has become lost in our fandom. 

Our fandom was never perfect but I feel like it was always a place where you could find your community and have fun. Acknowledging “stay in your lane” was what made that happen. Sure there were people who ignored that and would deliberately cause trouble in other communities, but at least everyone agreed that the behavior was deplorable. It was acknowledged to be bad.

I see two things that happened to change that. The first was that stay in your lane happened to also be platform related. Reddit and Tumblr were the two places fandom congregated and those two platforms were (and still are) divided ideologically. When fandom migrated to Twitter, those communities converged and all hell broke loose.

The second change was the influx of new fans during the Marley Arc. Two groups grew significantly during that time - the Warriorstans and the Jaegerists.  The Warriorstans fit the existing fandom mold. They enjoyed their characters and their ships. They made their art, wrote their headcanons and formed their communities. Any issues the Warriorstans brought to fandom were ones that every fandom community is guilty of -- namely a few rogue members fomenting ship wars and crossing lines to bash characters.

The Jaegerists, on the other hand, felt like a new type of fan, not just ideologically but because their enjoyment of fandom was based more on “winning” it. They wrote their theories with complete confidence that it would become canon and celebrated their ship by insisting it wasn’t a ship at all, but rather “thematically essential” to the story.  If the Jaegerists had stayed in their echo chamber things might have been fine, but “stay in your lane” runs contrary to the concept of winners and losers. As with fans of a sporting event, openly jeering and taunting the rival team is part of the fun.

The attitude I see most from that community now is “if I can’t win, no one can” . Since they so severely “lost the manga” they now take every other communities disappointment as their own personal victory and openly celebrate that.

I guess I can put it this way. Ship wars I understand. Gloating over other people’s pain I do not.  When I go to twitter, all I see is people throwing rocks at each other. 

Maybe that’s fun for some, but its not for me. These days I find myself relieved that Attack on Titan is over mostly because I am excited to fade into obscurity and go sit in my discord trenches with the 8 or 9 people I actually trust until a better fandom platform appears.

[rochiomaru]

Destiny

I am on the Numancia, sailing towards Mariejois. Just the thought of that place causes bile to burn the back of my throat. I spit over the side of the boat and grimace in distaste. If there was ever an epitome for the tragedy that has befallen me in my lifetime, it is found within its walls. I swing my head back and roll my shoulders as a wide sneer plasters itself on my face. I begin to laugh as I think of the fools living there, and the Marines I am on my way to meet within its gates.

Despite the bitter taste in my mouth, a smile finds its way on my face while I consider the events of the last couple of years since Rosinante’s betrayal. I still cannot stand to be in the snow to this day, but do manage to find my way to Minion island at the same time each year since he died. I can feel that wretched heat that always threatens to fill my eyes when I think of my broth… of the traitor lying on the frozen ground. I try to tell myself that my chest tightening and the sudden tightness of my throat is simply anger. I know it’s a lie, but that will have to be sufficient until I return there next time.

As my ship comes closer to the harbor, I can see that other ships have already docked within the walls surrounding the city. It surprises me that they would allow so many pirates into such proximity to such a supposedly holy place. I realize that these pirates are essentially held out as dogs on leashes, but even a trained dog can still bite its owner, should the mood strike it. The thought of the shichibukai turning on the marines makes me laugh as I picture bloody corpses and gore splattered along the pristine walls of Mariejois.

Once the Numancia has properly anchored and I give word to my crew that I am disembarking, I use my strings to fly the last few hundred meters to the shore. I see no need to entrust my family to the marines, even if I do hold all the cards in this particular game. I have been burned once by these bastards; they shall not get the chance to do it again. Until I know more about what being a warlord entails, my ship will stay outside of the walls.

Once I land on the dock, I see Sengoku and Tsuru standing there with about a dozen marines. I stop to stretch my arms over my head and crack my neck. I want them to realize exactly who it is they are up against, if they are planning an attack. I am fairly certain this was not a trap, as the invitation to join the warlords did not come from this loser. I have spoken with people, much higher up the ranks than Sengoku. He is, after all, simply their puppet. I begin to laugh at the thought and walk towards them slowly. If they are in a hurry, they can come to me.

The one they call “the Budda” confronts me first. He has the same look of hatred that Rosi...the Commander had that day as he stops me from getting closer to the entryway. I stop and look down at him, though I must admit the jackass isn’t that much shorter than me, but enough that I can smirk and allow some haki to push against him. Since submerging myself more into the underworld after that incident, I have found even greater information about my enemies. It’s quite useful what power and intimidation can buy. Now that my bloodlust is fully unleashed, no one is willing to stand against the Joker. Several marines were more than helpful in giving me details as to how my former brother came to be raised by this man and set against me.

I lean forward and speak, “Greetings, Fleet Admiral. How thoughtful of you to come and welcome me.” I cock my head to the side and let my tongue fall out as the sarcastic words practically drip with venomous undertones. My mind is beginning to scream and my thoughts are hard to control, but I have come to accept my own madness these past couple of years. Though I plan to burn the world, and these fools with it for what they have done, I can bide my time.

His face turns a beautiful shade of purple as anger wells within him. A vein becomes visible on his temple and he grits his teeth while he slowly begins to speak, “Captain Donquixote, of the Donquixote Pirates. Welcome to the Royal Shichibukai…”

I watch in amusement and he appears to begin choking somewhat. A half sobbing noise comes from within the man’s throat before he coughs and forces out the next sentence. “Your bounty of 340,000,000 is hereby exonerated.” 

I spy a solitary tear in his eye and cannot control the laughter that comes from my chest. I am so enraged that I want to slaughter everyone on this damned island. How dare he act like the victim?! This is the fucking bastard that set my precious brother against me and forced me to remove him from this life! I have no biological family to speak of due to this piece of trash in front of my face! And he has the utter gall to consider himself the one wronged?

The laughter comes louder and deeper from within me and soon I am doubled over with it. I have to laugh to keep myself from flying into a murderous rampage. The time to massacre this vermin has not come yet. However, I do not think Sengoku appreciates my benevolence. The harder I laugh, the more outraged he becomes.

Finally he screams and begins to shimmer. His body is morphing as he grows and turns golden, and his men take arms against me. My laughter stops instantly, as if cut by a blade. Quicker than anyone’s eye can see, I engage my strings and every man he has is strung in the air by their throat. My smile is gone, and I hold my right hand outward with slender fingers extended. Tsuru keeps calm and steps between myself and the Budda, all of our eyes look upwards to the struggling soldiers as blood begins to drip softly from the wounds digging into their tender flesh.

“Do not test me. I did not come here to fight, but I will finish this,” I inform them coldly, leaving no room for doubt as to my power. The voices I have come to live with and that own my soul are screaming to end the lives of the men hanging from my strings. They push me to make an example of these rats for having attempted to strike out against me without provocation. My teeth are grinding tighter and faster as I lose myself in the chaos within my own tormented mind, and my fingers begin to curl which causes the threads to tighten their hold on the men.

Tsuru puts her wrinkled hand on my arm and I hear a slight gasp come from her lips, but suddenly everything goes quiet within my mind. I search for the demons that haunt me every moment, but they seem to have withdrawn from my consciousness. Slowly I meet her eyes and she says softly, “You are not what I imagined you to be, brat.” I swallow a lump in my throat as a warm feeling settles in my chest. Though they really look nothing alike, there is something in her brown eyes that reminds me of my mother. 

The moments seem to tick off endlessly as we consider one another and she then admonishes in a louder voice, “Maybe you should quit with these games and we can get to business, eh?” The fearlessness of this old woman as she looks me in my face amuses me greatly and I smile at her. I drop my hand, causing the soldiers to fall from the sky. I can’t help but to chuckle at the sounds of them moaning while trying to stand and see to the superficial cuts and bruises on their worthless necks. It isn’t like I did any permanent damage.

"Anything for you, grandmother,” I chirp while blowing the older woman a kiss. She grunts and rolls her eyes at me, but I am sure I see a small smile in the corner of her mouth. I cannot help but to like her, and offer her a smile in return. She is so very interesting, and I think these meetings may not be nearly so dull if she is involved. 

Sengoku, on the other hand, still looks like he wants to kill me. The smile fades from my face and I clench my hands at my sides. She notices my change and quickly turns towards him. “Come on, you old fool! It’s time to start the meeting,” she snaps while grabbing a hold of his collar, causing him to bend forward. She then drags him behind her and into the building, the marines staggering after them.

I watch the door they disappeared through and continue to stew about the confrontation with that bastard. If it wouldn’t be so damn inconvenient to my plans, I would use my strings to strangle the life out of Sengoku here and now! However, I know that with this meeting to officially make me one of the Royal Shichibukai, I will have to have more interactions with him similar to the one we just experienced. 

The only joy I get is knowing the influence I hold over the Elder Stars. To watch that piece of shit have to bow to my whims simply because of who I can make a call to if he displeases me, almost makes all of this worth it. I cannot help but to laugh at the thought of him pissing himself in fear at what the Stars may do to him or his underlings if the Elders are pushed too far, or pressed with the right information. Perhaps Sengoku shouldn’t have turned the Commander against me, hmmm? Fucking bastard.

I take a few more deep breaths and close my eyes. I notice that the voices have returned to my mind, and though the reprieve was amusing, I revel in the chaos beginning to swarm in my mind. I have lived with it for so long, that I honestly don’t know how to react to life without them now. After a few more breaths, I realize it’s time to move on. I head into Navy Headquarters.

In the time it takes to enter the building and walk the hallway to where I am to meet the others, I prepare myself for whatever may come once I enter the room with the Warlords. Though I fear none of them, I know they are all powerful pirates and need to be on guard for any possible plots against myself or my family.

With a wide grin in place, I enter the room. It is time to step into the next phase of my destiny.

[sapphire374]

When Stars Align

“Is this the second time we’ve both gotten stuck in the same elevator?” 

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I would like to give a special thanks to @silver-inked for helping me when I went through writers block with this idea. I was able to figure out an idea cause of your help so thank you. :)

Background: The gang are at a Roller Skating competition. It’s sort of an AU that would take place in season three but there are no spoilers or mention of anything that correlates to season three. A character does mention Mitchel but nothing specifically about him is said. Ships included are Lutteo (with angst)  and Simbar. 

Luna and Matteo both entered inside the elevator to head upstairs since it was their turn next to compete. They stole glances from each other and it was just pure silence in the air. They both couldn’t help but stay angry at each other for their own reasons. 

“C’mon Emilia hurry up,” Ámbar demanded outside of the elevator.

“Can’t you see I’m trying!” Emilia replied. Emilia was frantically unscrewing the latch that contained all of the buttons of the elevator outside. She pulled out her scissors from her back pocket and snipped at one of the cords. The elevator stopped.

“It stopped..” Matteo noticed.

“Chico Fresa, what do you mean it stopped? Can’t you just press another button to go up.”

“None of them work. The elevator is stuck,” Matteo stuttered whilst frantically pressing all the buttons at once.

Luna covered her face in astonishment. Out of all the days and all the times it had to be now, right before it was their turn to perform and nonetheless with Matteo. The one person she didn’t even want to look at right now or even be with. Luna pulled out her phone. 

“Ugh there’s no service. What are we going to do?” Luna anxiously asked. 

“It’s ok, calm down Chica Delivery. Someone is bound to notice and try to use the elevator. They will let us go and we’ll be fine.”

“Clearly you’re forgetting one very important event. We were up next to skate and now we won’t be able to make it on time! Plus how are you able to stay so calm? You must not care so much about this, only your album is all you worry about.”

Matteo rapidly turned towards her. “Of course I care, it’s just in matters like these it’s important to stay calm. Plus you’re not so perfect either Luna. You haven’t stopped holding a grudge on me for what happened with the album and Bruno. You know I’m not like that anymore and I already apologized countless times,” Matteo rebutted.

“Ok maybe I went a little too far there but lately you’ve been just so distant from me and the gang. Whenever we talk about competitions you lose interest and the closer I try to get to you, the farther you move away.” Matteo stayed silent at her response. 

Luna broke the silence and said, “Well I’m going to try to call for help.”

“How?” Matteo questioned.

Luna yelled whilst banging at the door with her hand as a fist “HELP HELP! WE’RE TRAPPED IN HERE! HELP!” Matteo decided to do the same thing. 

“Aww hear that Emilia, they’re trapped. Poor things, well I guess they have to figure it out all on their own.” Ámbar and Emilia cackled together. Emilia picked up all of her tools and placed it in her backpack after screwing back the elevator button latch so there will be no evidence that it was them. 

“C’mon let’s get out of here so no one thinks it’s us.” Emilia ran out the hallway and so did Ámbar till she bumped into someone. Her black, fringe shoulder bag falling to the floor alongside her phone. “Watch where you’re goi- oh Simón! Uh what are you doing here?” Her mood and tone of voice quickly shifts when she notices it’s Simón.

Simón bends over to pick up Ámbar’s stuff like the gentleman he is. Ambar always loved it when he was nice to her but now wasn’t a good time. She had to hurry quick before the others suspect it was her. “I’ve been searching for Luna and Matteo. They’re needed now at the rink, they’re up next to skate. Have you seen them?”

Ámbar rapidly shakes her head, “No no I haven’t, sorry. Don’t worry too much about it though, they're bound to be found soon. In fact, they’re probably at the rink tying up their shoes, you know they’re never late to a performance.”

Simón scratches his head. “Yeah I guess you’re right. Hey, what are you doing here?”

Ámbar quickly makes up an excuse. “I was just… looking for the vending machine! I wanted to eat something before I prepared skates.”

“Oh say no more.” Simón stuffs his hands in his pockets scavenging for something. He pulls out two granola bars and smiles. “Here you go. You can have it. It’s not much but it’s something you can eat and not have to buy or waste your money.”

 Ámbar couldn’t help but smile at this sweet gesture Simón made. He always helps her, without thinking. Ámbar couldn’t help but wonder maybe there is somebody in this world who cares about her, could it be Simón? Would life be better if she just let her guard down to him, for him.

“HELP! HELP!” The staring contest between Ámbar and Simón spontaneously ended. “Do you hear that?” Simón asked Ámbar. “No no. Must be some kids playing outside.”

Simón immediately ran to the dressing room hallway. Ámbar changed her mentality on a “what if she did change” cause she feels at the end of the day he will always prefer Luna and the others. “Stupid Lunita always ruining everything. Plus, what’s the point of changing if he’s alway going to care for those losers and ignore me or leave me at the sidelines. I’m tired of being thrown to the side,” Ámbar wondered. 

Emilia dashed to Ámbar. “I came back. I thought you were right behind me running. If we stay any longer they will figure out it was us.”

“I know we have to hurry but our plan sort of backfired. Simón was able to hear these two idiots yelling from the elevator.”

Emilia puts her hand over her head. “No it can’t be. Well, fixing that elevator shouldn’t be easy and it's their turn now meaning they’ll miss it. We’re just going to have to hope that the judges don’t give them a second chance.”

Ámbar and Emilia escape the scene. Simón runs into the hallway. He notices the closer he approaches the elevator, the louder he hears the screaming for help. “Guys are you ok? Who is this in the elevator and what happened?”

“Simón! Simón! It’s us, Luna and Matteo! The elevator randomly stopped and there’s no service. Ever since then we’ve been trapped in here,” Luna announces.

“Oh I’ll go get Juliana now! Don’t go anywhere ok?”

“Guitarrista, where would we go, we’re trapped,” Matteo answered. 

“Oh yeah that’s right. Whoops.” Simón replied.

Simón runs off to go let the team know. Now it’s just Luna and Matteo…. alone. Luna sits down, bends her knees and lays her head on top with a gloomy expression plastered on her face. Matteo can’t help but stare at the way Luna feels depressed. He hates seeing her the opposite of her usual happy, cheery self. “Cheer up Chica Delivery, they’re coming soon to fix the elevator. We’ll be out of here in no time.”

“But Matteo, we missed our turn to skate and what if the judges don’t give us another opportunity. What if, cause of us, our whole team misses out on performing as well. We don’t know how severe the elevator issue is nor how long it will take and -”

Matteo cuts Luna off and tries to comfort her. “And everything will be okay. Look if those things do end up happening then we’ll have another opportunity in a future competition. Some things are just out of our hands, like this elevator incident in this case.”

“You’re right but we worked so hard for this competition.”

“And we'll work even harder for the next one,” Matteo being optimistic, hoping this would make her feel better. 

“Yeah you’re right.” Luna sighs.

The elevator turned to silence again. They couldn’t help but steal glances from one another. Oh how it was so hard to just speak to the other, they’re constantly overthinking and worried to put their heart out on the line. “Why do we always end up in arguments with each other,” they wondered. Matteo inhaled a large gulp of hair, tried to put his nerves on the sidelines and his courage to the test. 

“I’m sorry for avoiding you these past days.”

Luna’s head shifted towards Matteo now. All her attention is now on him.

“It’s just I didn’t know how to react when seeing you constantly with Michel and I was worried there is something more between the two of you. I thought there was and tried to give you space, you deserve someone who truly loves you and cares about you. I didn’t want to get in the way of that but at the same time it hurt seeing you with him so I always tried to leave. Sorry if I ended up hurting you in any way from doing that. I would never want to hurt you or cause you any pain.”

Luna's lips slowly curved into a little smile. “Chico Fresa, thank you for being honest with me. Me and Michel are just friends, I can guarantee that. I also would like to say I’m sorry for being harsh and upset. Your  music deal was very important to you and I shouldn’t always prioritize these competitions, I should’ve been there to comfort you when Bruno cancelled it at the time. You were my boyfriend and I really did care about you, and still do. I think it was just I didn’t want to see you lose sight of yourself and care solely about your album and your success. Life is much more than that but I should’ve expressed myself better. I did notice though you have changed ever since you apologized. You now make more of an effort to get along with Simon and are even friends, which is so cute! I know it has been tough for you ever since Gaston left as well. Just know I will always be here for you, whenever you need me.”

Matteo smiled widely now. Luna’s words couldn’t have been any more comforting. He hates arguing with her but he loves these intimate moments, maybe it wasn’t so bad after all to get trapped in this elevator. Maybe it was meant to be, maybe it was their time for the stars to align.

Matteo and Luna both got up. Juliana and the gang were outside with an electrician fixing the buttons to the elevator. Luna and Matteo were so wrapped up in their conversation they barely even noticed. “Let’s make a deal Matteo. I will try to focus some more time in helping you out with your music if you will do the same with these competitions and actually get excited for them, and train with me.”

Matteo chuckled. He was beaming with joy and anyone who knew him could tell. “It’s a deal.” Luna took out her hand and Matteo shook it. Right after, while holding her hand shaking it, he pulled her in closer. They were only centimeters apart now. The air felt like it escaped their lungs and Matteo knew exactly what he was doing when he did it. “So Chica Delivery, is it true what you said about me? You still care about me?”

Luna looked up. Their faces were so close to each other, their noses touched. “Chico Fresa, you still have doubts, on me?!” Luna joked.

“Do you still have feelings for me too?” The sparks were reignited again and floating in the air. Luna tried to breath and her nerves couldn’t stop from taking over her. Great, now she forgot how to breath. Matteo caressed her cheek and now her skin feels like it’s on fire. Her heart couldn’t stop racing. She wanted to answer but she already knew he knew the answer as they kept leaning closer...and closer… and…

BING

The automatic doors have opened

Everyone stared at Luna and Matteo’s almost kiss. Luna and Matteo frantically moved their faces and stared in shock. They were not expecting the elevator to get fixed so fast. Jazmin had her tablet in hand and exclaimed, “YES I GOT IT ALL ON TAPE! Ja- Jazmin fans you all are in for a real treat this week!” Luna face palmed herself and couldn’t believe Matteo was laughing, even if he was trying to hide it.

[kilesplaysthings]

classic songs for the IkeSen boys~

from a playlist compiled by yours truly ;) Was a bit iffy about the Mitsunari and Yoshimoto ones, but I think there’s some fitting lyrics there! What do y’all think? :D

Nobunaga: Back in Black by AC/DC

Back in black, I hit the sack. I've been too long, I'm glad to be back. Yes, I'm let loose from the noose that's kept me hanging about. I've been looking at the sky 'cause it's gettin' me high. Forget the hearse, 'cause I never die. I got nine lives; cat's eyes; abusin' every one of them, and running wild. ‘Cause I’m back, yes I’m back. Back in black. Yes, I’m back in black.  

Hideyoshi: Hearts on Fire by John Cafferty

Time will not allow you to stand still, no. Silence breaks the heart and bends the will, and things that give deep passions are your sword. Rules and regulations have no meaning anymore. Hearts on fire. Strong desire rages deep within. Hearts on fire. Fever's rising high. The moment of truth is here...

Mitsuhide: Everybody Wants to Rule the World by Tears for Fears

It's my own desire. It's my own remorse. Help me to decide. Help me make the most of freedom and of pleasure. Nothing ever lasts forever. Everybody wants to rule the world.  

Ieyasu: Carry on, Wayward Son by Kansas

Masquerading as a man with a reason, my charade is the event of the season. And if I claim to be a wise man, it surely means that I don't know. On a stormy sea of moving emotion, tossed about I'm like a ship on the ocean. I set a course for winds of fortune, but I hear the voices say 

Carry on my wayward son. For there'll be peace when you are done. Lay your weary head to rest. Don't you cry no more.  

Masamune: Born to be Wild by Steppenwolf

I like smoke and lightning, heavy metal thunder, racin' with the wind, and the feelin' that I'm under. Yeah Darlin' go make it happen. Take the world in a love embrace. Fire all of your guns at once and explode into space.  

Like a true nature's child, we were born, born to be wild. We can climb so high. I never wanna die. Born to be wild...  

Mitsunari: Beautiful Loser by Bob Seger

He’s your oldest and your best friend. If you need him, he’ll be there again.

He’s always willing to be second best. A perfect lodger, a perfect guest.

Beautiful loser, read it on the wall and realize you just can’t have it all.

Shingen: Eye of the Tiger by Survivor (you know I had to use this for him lol)

Risin' up, back on the street. Did my time, took my chances. Went the distance, now I'm back on my feet. Just a man and his will to survive. So many times, it happens too fast: you trade your passion for glory. Don't lose your grip on the dreams of the past. You must fight just to keep them alive!  

Kenshin: Behind Blue Eyes by The Who (ok so he has one blue, one green, but you know what I mean lol)

No one knows what it's like to feel these feelings like I do, and I blame you.  No one bites back as hard on their anger. None of my pain and woe can show through. But my dreams, they aren't as empty as my conscience seems to be. I have hours, only lonely. My love is vengeance that's never free...

Yukimura: Fire in the Twilight by Wang Chung

Taking a break from the role of the everyday boy; the man who leads the way, the man who leads the way. Is he for real or is he back to the old way boy? Can he lead the way, oh can he lead the way? He's searching, but he's lonely, and he's hurting, but he's only, waiting for a chance just in time to live a life. Does he need ya, does he want ya, does he listen to what you say? Is he only waiting for the simple way?

Sasuke: Deja Vu by Dave Rodgers (gotta give our memelord a meme song lolol)

Déjà vu! I've just been in this place before, higher on the street, and I know it's my time to go. Calling you, and the search is a mystery. Standing on my feet, it’s so hard when I try to be me, woah! Déjà vu! I've just been in this time before, higher on the beat, and I know it's a place to go. Calling you and the search is a mystery. Standing on my feet, it's so hard when I try to be me, yeah!

Yoshimoto: The Sound of Silence by Simon & Garfunkel (I find Yoshimoto to be quite a sad and resigned figure. I feel like this song kind of fits him with how useless and silent he feels as a fallen leader...in a way? Plus, this is kind of artistic and hipster-ish which seems to be fitting for him lol)

Hello darkness, my old friend, I've come to talk with you again, because a vision softly creeping left its seeds while I was sleeping. And the vision that was planted in my brain still remains within the sound of silence.

"Fools" said I, "You do not know silence like a cancer grows. Hear my words that I might teach you.Take my arms that I might reach you." But my words like silent raindrops fell and echoed in the wells of silence...

Kennyo: Man in the Wilderness by Styx

Another year has passed me by. Still I look at myself and cry, what kind of man have I become? All of the years I've spent in search of myself and I'm still in the dark, 'cause I can't seem to find the light alone. Sometimes I feel like a man in the wilderness. I'm a lonely soldier off to war sent away to die - never quite knowing why. Sometimes it makes no sense at all...

Ranmaru: Ooh Child by The Five Stairsteps

Ooh child, things are gonna get easier. Ooh child, things’ll get brighter. Someday, yeah, we’ll get it together and we’ll get it all done. Someday when your head is much lighter. Someday, yeah, we’ll walk in the rays of a beautiful sun. Someday, when the world is much brighter...

Motonari: Don’t Stop Me Now by Queen

I'm a shooting star leaping through the sky like a tiger defying the laws of gravity. I'm a racing car passing by like Lady Godiva. I'm gonna go, go, go, there's no stopping me! I'm burning through the sky, yeah! Two hundred degrees, that's why they call me Mister Fahrenheit. I'm travelling at the speed of light. I wanna make a supersonic man outta you! Don’t stop me now!