#shitty starter as always XD

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Hi there :) I'm sorry to bother you but this is very important because you are now the chosen Ace who can give me their perspective on Zouey. I have adamantly argued that Zouey can be read as being on the ace spectrum but some of my friends say that's not realistic. My arguments: - He gets aroused by things that are removed from reality (hentai) and in moments where there is no risk of actually having to be sexual with the person (Teena as a model) but he struggles to enjoy the "real" thing -> sounds very aegosexual to me. - He says sex is for everybody but him. Later he changes that to "sex might be for him if it's combined with love" -> that could either hint at him being demi or it could mean that he is willing to have sex out of love for his significant other (as many aces do). - He can give pleasure and touch others but doesn't like to be touched -> this feels ace to me but I can't really explain why - Even when he touches Teena, he often struggles with things that are "more" sexual (like touching genitals) -> could be that he feels strong sensual attraction towards Teena. He also seems to distance himself from the reality of the situation by escaping into the fantasy of hentai, another thing many aces do because the reality of sex actually turns them off. - He thinks he wants to have penetrative sex with Teena but then doesn't enjoy it

Their strongest counter argument is that Zouey gave Teena a bj in episode 1. Now, I see their point. And I don't think Zouey being acespec is the only valid interpretation of his character. I like some of the other interpretations just as much. BUT I hate when people tell me that he can't possibly be on the ace spec. We have so little representation as it is and telling us that a character who speaks to us actually can't be like us feels shitty. I'm ace myself but my experience with sex is quite different from his. From your post it seems that you can relate to Zouey a lot. So if you feel comfortable sharing your perspective, I'm sure that would be valuable not only for me but for other aces as well. Thanks for making that post! (Also that Chinese definition of asexuality is so badass xD)

For starters, my sweet love anon, thank you so much for this ask and a big warm hug through the internet for you if you feel comfortable with it :D

And it's no bother, I like talking and writing XD

And regarding Zouey... welp, you asked, so I will deliver but be prepared for a longer essay XD

Let's start with the basics for those who are not quite familiar with asexuality: asexuality is a broad spectrum with many different nuances, gray areas and so on.

In the asexual community (as well as in some others), a distinction is made between romantic and sexual orientation. It is therefore possible to love a person romantically and still have no or only very limited sexual desires.

So: Asexual people fall in love with others, they want romantic or platonic relationships, but mostly without feeling sexual attraction for them.

Asexuality doesn't always mean that a person doesn't have sex. Yep, it may sound strange at first, but it's true. Many asexual people satisfy themselves or have sex, e.g. because they want to have a child, but nothing more. Some asexuals who are sex-positive or sex-neutral, i.e. who are not repulsed by the idea of sexual activity or are simply indifferent to it, have had sex or participate in sexual acts.

So an asexual who has sex will not suddenly become homosexual or straight, they can still feel like they belong to the ace spectrum. There are a variety of labels that break it all down and all fall under the ace umbrella, like placiosexual, lithosexual, cupiosexual, but to make a long story short, for many of us it's just too complicated :) So many just prefer "Ace-spec" or Ace-spectrum, but that's a personal preference of myself and a few ace friends of mine. It's nice to know the labels, but usually just too complicated for everyday use XD

And I also rank Zouey's blowjob from EP.1 on the ace spectrum. You very aptly mentioned the point that Zouey gets aroused by things that aren't part of reality. I think in EP 1 the blowjob went in exactly that direction.

For Zouey, as we also find out later, Teena is first of all a beautiful work of art himself. In his imagination, he sees him more as a statue that he can touch than as a person. Only when he runs into the bathroom does this bubble burst for the moment.

Zouey seems very overwhelmed to me, which I can understand, because he normally only experiences sexual stimulation from two-dimensional figures. Teena, however, crosses the line. For Zouey, he is at first only a two-dimensional figure on his easel, but at the same time he exists in real life. Zouey, who only knows sexual attraction based on hentai or pictures, is now confused as to whether this means that he finds Teena or only Teena's picture (similar to Jump's) attractive.

At this moment, however, I don't think he really got anything like sexual arousal or desire from Teena himself. It was, as I said, initially only Teena's picture that aroused him, the confusion comes because Teena runs after him and Zouey is undecided whether he should treat him like an aesthetic art object or like a human being and whether he would still find him attractive as a human being at all.

Zouey decides in favor of safety. He wants to return to the art room, back in front of his canvas and the distance he knows and feels comfortable with.

The blowjob is initiated by Teena putting Zouey's hand on his crotch, making it clear that he is not just interested in a conversation and certainly doesn't want to go back to painting.

And Zouey knows that.

In a household like that with Captain and Porsche, it's pretty much impossible to avoid the topic of sex permanently. As an ace, we may not be interested in sex, but especially if you have friends who are very sexually active, you get a lot of information.

And you can't tell me that the baddie bunch hasn't talked about blowjob tactics and the like at least thirty times. Especially because really none of them can shut up and Captain and Porsche are very keen to get Zouey deflowered soon.

So Zouey presumably knows the stories from his friends and knows on a logical level what it means when someone practically hands you their dick on a silver platter. And he has the theoretical knowledge, so why not try it out, especially with an aesthetically pleasing man like Teena, who is a painting come to life for him from an artistic perspective?

What I'm trying to say is that I don't think it was a real sexual attraction at that moment, but rather an action-reaction. Of course, attraction can also play a role, but as I said, it doesn't have to be sexual, it can have an aesthetic origin, especially with Zouey's artistic mind.

Sex-indifferent aces are not repulsed by all sexual acts, so if our partner desires certain types of satisfaction and we feel like doing it, why not?

As the episode progresses, Zouey gives Teena another blowjob, but still dear people, Bj does not equal sex. Zouey still clearly shows his rejection of penetrative sex, or sexual acts that involve him. And that's pretty typical of us aces, or at least the ones I've met on the spectrum so far.

It feels okay to read about or watch sexual acts (mostly for aesthetic reasons rather than masturbation, but I don't want to generalize) because in 3rd perspective you are detached from the action and can look at it objectively.

You're not involved and that's nice.

By satisfying Teena, Zouey can still keep himself uninvolved. A nice term under the Ace umbrella for this is: Placiosexual (meaning a person that is okay and comfortable with performing sexual actions onto others but is uncomfortable having sexual acts performed onto them) This can still have limits and gradations, such as no penetrative sex in general or sexual acts under certain conditions.

As I said, also with the further development in the series and the way he deals with Teena and sexual innuendos, Zouey just feels very ace-coded to me. He moves on the spectrum, again, labels are nothing solid, but the vibes and the whole thing… Yeah, he is a fellow oft he ace for me XD

I wouldn't be surprised if he turns into Demi or Gray-ace, but his general view of sex and the way he's starting to expand his comfort zone bit by bit is very familiar to me from myself and my adventures on the asexual spectrum XD

However you interpret Zouey, for me he's chilling on the ace-spec XD It's my personal interpretation of him and I'll stick with that for now. I don't want to badmouth anyone's idea of Zouey, in the end he's a fictional character that we can interpret differently :)

But it feels very nice to have someone who thinks similarly :D

So, before this gets way too long, I'll make a cut here, but feel free to write me or send an ask if I should clarify anything :)

[morethanasoldier]

« Impossible AU || Wilson-Cole

Mióta Bucky lezuhant a vonatról és felébredtem jégbörtönömből, régóta tudtam hogy sosem lesz más. És ez rendben is volt. Megvoltak a magam harcai, amiket senki más nem harcolhat meg helyettem és a csapatom, akik számítanak rám; nem is volt szükségem másra. Legalábbis így gondoltam nagyon sokáig, míg nem kényszerültem menedéket lelni a barátom családjánál. Elég volt egyetlen pillantás azokba a barna, nagy őzike szemekbe, hogy most amikor évekkel később már kész nővé érett azonnal a végzetemé legyen. Tudtam róla, hogy Samnek volt családja; ám a dolgaik sajnos nem éppen úgy alakultak, mint ahogy Wilson szerette volna. A hazája és a családja között örlődve élte az életét és míg a kötelességtudata bizonyult erősebbnek, addig kapcsolata a nejével és lányával megromlott, útjaik pedig elváltak egymástól végleg. Éppen ezért lepett meg a dolog, amikor kénytelen voltam bújkálni és Wilson sietett segítségemre. Miután kiszabadítottam a börtönből Clintet, Samet, Scott-tot és Wandát mindenki a szélrózsa más irányába széledt szét, elbújva a törvény elől. 

Renegátokká lettünk, igyekeztünk meghúzni magunkat. Vagyis csak próbáltam volna, de nekem nem volt hová mennem mint a többieknek. Ez a kor nem az én világom volt, egy őskövületnek éreztem magam mindig is; valakinek aki nem idevaló, egy letűnt kor szülöttének. Egy korénak, ahol még más értékek szerint éltek az emberek. Sosem találtam igazán a helyem és ha nincs a SHIELD vagy a Bosszúállók még magányosabb lettem volna és céltalan. Talán ezért is fáj, hogy mi történt velünk, hogy törvényen kívülivé váltunk. 

Hiszen én amióta tudom az eszem mindig is egyetlen dolgot akartam: helyesen cselekedni. És most sem tettem másként, még ha ezt a kormányok és vezetők képtelenek is belátni. Még akkor sem, ha emiatt magányra és remete létre kárhoztatom magam és mindazokat, akik hisznek bennem töretlenül. Sam volt az, aki nem hagyott magamra most sem és meginvitált a volt nejének farmjára. Azt mondta, hogy ott biztonságban leszünk, távol mindentől. Én pedig hittem neki, és most lassan egy hónapja élek itt a Noors család farmjának pajtájában.

Elgondolkodva püffölöm a pajtában felállított boxzsákot, amit többnyire szabadidőmben szoktam a feszültség levezetésre használni vagy, ha épp tele van a fejem mindenféle gondolattal. Jól esik ilyenkor kicsit kiszakadni, hagyni hogy megszűjön a világ és csakis egyetlen pontra fókuszálva ütni újra és újra, míg a korgó csomrom nem jelzi ideje abbahagyni és eltelt a nap.

[goron-king-darunia]

17, 18, 50, 76 for pokemon meme?

Pokemon Ask meme: 17. 3 Favorite Pokemon: Audino, Beedrill, and Squirtle. Audino has been my fave since its introduction because it's very cute and it makes grinding levels way less of a pain since it gives extra EXP when defeated in the wild. Beedrill really grew on me since my Kalos adventure. Since it could learn false swipe, I kept it in my party, all the way until beating the Champion since I kept it as party head in order to catch wild Pokemon (I actually never evolved Fennekin. I swapped my cute baby foxy out for Beedrill and, weirdly, barely bonded with my starter at all. As far as I was concerned in XY, Beedrill was my starter. XD) I never liked Beedrill before that, but I think of Buzz the Beedrill all the time now. He was a good pal. Squirtle is my OG though. When I got Red and Blue as a kid, I thought you were supposed to pick the Pokemon on the Cartridge as your starter. So when I started Red, I picked Charmander and boy, I quit soon after, because Brock was HARD with Charmander. But when I played Blue, I picked Squirtle. And me and my Squirtle were tight ever since. Honorable mentions to Pikachu and the regional electric rodents. Emolga is probs my fave Pika Clone. Second honorable mention to Meowth because child me loved Meowth the most. Final honorable mention to anything pink because honestly, I loved Chansey and Clefable a lot as a kid too and I still quite like most of the pink pokemon.

18. 3 Least Favorite Pokemon: Binnacle/Barbaracle, Skrelp/Dragalge both of which are a disgrace for being ugly sea creatures. They just look angry. Not cute, not cool, just grumpy brown sea critters. Unacceptable. Voltorb/Electrode, Magnemite/Magneton/Magnezone are tied because, like, there's nothing wrong with the concept or design. They're just not cute to me and I don't really like them. Klefki gets a bad rap for being a "shitty inanimate object" and "a sign that Pokemon designs are getting more and more uninspired" but I think Klefki is cute. So if people get to shit on my baby Klefki, I get to shit on the OG mons that started the trend of "inanimate objects made animate."

50. Least Favorite Ice Type: LOL, what a unique ask! Glalie is the least cute so I guess I have to go with that. Bergmite isn't very cute either but it's cuter than Glalie. People shit on the Vanils for "just being ice creams" but I like Vanillite and company!

76. A Pokemon that you feel is underrated: Dunsparce and Quagsire. Both of them. They are very cute and deserve a chance, even if their typing and moveset aren't the best. As you can see, my general pokemon philosophy is "pick cute pokemon, make them love me, and then kick ass with them." I respect people that go through the trouble of breeding and min-maxing and all that, but I personally find that not fun and a waste of time. My goal with pokemon games is always just to run around and meet cute monsters and be friends with them. Why would I want to train up a monster that's not even cute just because it has good stats that I can breed to extremes with way extra time and effort all just to beat up some other human person in-game who did the same thing? Especially because with the internet, it's less a game of skill, patience, and effort, and more of just a research problem. That guy who won a pokemon tournament with Pachirisu is my fucking hero. That's the only time hypercompetitive Pokemon tourneys are fun for me. When someone sees everyone doing the same strategy and says to himself "How do I find and exploit a flaw in this narrow reasoning and win in the silliest way possible?" Like, If I can't use a team of 6 Audino to kick your ass, then I don't even want to. I only want to win if I can use my faves to do it. And that includes accidentally beating the Elite 4 and champion with my under-leveled Pancham HM servant because I forgot to swap him out for something better. If I can't kick your ass with a bug, a tiny shitty panda, a fish, a cat, a bird, and some kind of pink rabbit critter, then I don't really want to beat you. It's not fun if I'm not winning with my cute best buds. Mewtwo this, perfect EV and IV Marshtomp that, just let me win with a sixpack of cute.

[malicerewatchesdoctorwho]

The Ice Warriors - Episode One

Written by - Brian Hayles Director - Derek Martinus Producer - Innes Lloyd

Episode One

("The helmet is wrong.  When this man was frozen to death, only primitive cavemen existed." - The Doctor to Clent, Jamie and the excavator team.)

Likes

- Women in powerful positions is always a nice thing to see.  Miss Garrett's got ambition.

- The guys at the excavation of the Ice Warrior.  None of them care what big bad boss man says, they're there to work and they will work. They want to excavate, they will excavate.  I like how playful and joking they all are with each other.  They could die, they know it, so they have fun while they can.

- Haha, I love how utterly amazed both Jamie and Victoria are of a building made entirely of hard plastic is.  Since none of them have seen such a thing before.  Not looking anything like that at any rate.

- The Doctor is sciencing it up in this episode. 

- The Doctor telling his companions to wait there and not touch anything, while touching controls while on his way out XD  

Dislikes

- No bad computer voice. I can barely understand all its saying...

- Guy with the broken arm...being helped back on his feet by...another man grabbing at his broken arm (and back support)  I'm sure that'll help with the pain and the break.

- Wouldn't the lack of oxygen also be a problem with less and less plants?  And there would be more carbon dioxide?  I am confused by the science in this episode. 

- Victoria's "Oh no, not Africa." line. Did something happen to her family there (did her mother die of disease picked up there or something)  or does she just not like Africa?  

Awesome

- First thing that sounds right after the title sequence.  The music.  No, really. All I could think of was did these people visit the Oodsphere, because this sounds like the Ood from Modern Who mixed with Star Trek and I love it dearly.

- I like how the room that we are introduced to first is like a TARDIS in its layout but so different. Nice set.

- I really like the round doors and how they open and close on the dome in this place.  Nice little bit of design there.

Shitty

- Yeah, as said above, the voice of the computer is too electronic for me to catch everything it says.

- How come the women who are working the computer banks are all wearing different types of eye wear? I get if it was all goggles, or all visors, but why all over the place?  Is it personal preference at work?

- Sometimes the sound effects don’t seem to match what is going on.

In Conclusion

Not much was written, mainly because I am just enjoying having an episode that is not missing to take much notes this time around XD

I enjoyed this.  It wasn't anything amazing, but it was alright as a starter episode.  We have the Ice Warrior waking up right at the end for a nice cliff hanger.  We have issues of global problems in which the humans are trying to stop another ice age.

Basically, this set out the problems to come.  And the problems are bound to both be big ones.

I look forward to seeing what the animation on this serial looks like next episode.

Body count - 1. Davis.  He died in an avalanche.

[randomoranges]

that awk moment when you realise 1.6k words in that you’ve written something nearly verbatim a few months back and completely forgotten about it. but then you throw a throwaway line to fix it all like some shitty tape on a broken pipe and go yeah, that’ll do it. XD i swear the rest is meant to be new.

A Conversation

end nov/early dec 2020

 Étienne let’s himself in after a long walk with Mercury. It’s late afternoon by now and he expects to find Edward bustling about or lounging on the sofa, but the house is quiet. He doesn’t think much of it and unleashes Mercury, before he starts removing his winter gear. Edward had asked him if he wanted company on his walk, but Étienne had declined. He didn’t mind, usually, but he wanted to go alone today. He needed the space and thankfully, Edward hadn’t pushed. It’s strange to think that he has a preferred route now – that he knows where to go and which street to turn on. He doesn’t need the GPS on his phone anymore to find his way back and it must say something about how long he’s exiled himself. Still, as far as exiles are concerned, this is pretty good.

 Mercury follows him to the living room and it’s where Étienne finds Calvin, curled up, busy looking at his phone. Calvin looks up when he feels Étienne looking at him and offers him a brief smile. Étienne returns it and it feels as though it’s the first time the two of them are alone in Edward’s house in a really long time. In fact, Étienne can’t think of the last time that happened. (Summer, most like – well, late spring, before he left.) Calvin’s back as well now, for a stretch or so, and that should be interesting as well. He’d come for an extended weekend over his birthday at the start of the month, but then had to return to his own home for work and such.

 Étienne still wonders if Calvin hadn’t simply been polite and the bigger man and had given both Edward and he some much needed time alone before returning for the final stretch to the holidays. He wouldn’t be surprised, honestly, and it reminds him that he needs to get Calvin a decent gift to thank him for literally everything. (Just getting him something for his birthday had been an adventure. Edward had told him he didn’t need to. He had insisted. Calvin had been nice enough to him over the summer – had gone so far as to get him a present as well. It was the very least he could do. He’d asked Edward. Edward had been very unhelpful.)

 (For starters, Edward had laughed. Then, he’d told him that Calvin was super easy to buy for. Étienne could get him something with horses and Calvin would be happy. Étienne thought it was too easy and impersonal. Plus, he’d seen the man’s collection. He did not need any more horses.

 “Don’t get him anything for the kitchen. He’ll use it twice, forget about it and not even notice when I abscond with it. Actually, I need a new potato peeler, if you’re wondering.” Edward had told him.

 Edward had suggested leather polishes and other fancy cleaning products. Étienne had said they were stupid gifts.

 “I’m trying to help, Maisonneuve, I swear he’d appreciate those!”

 It wasn’t that Étienne didn’t trust Edward (God knew he did), but – he wanted something nice and thoughtful.

 “I mean, you can always get him some nice teas – he likes those. There’s always scotch and whiskey, but that’ll set you back. Also, he’s finicky about his scotch and whiskey. Books are a tossup, unless you find that One Book he’ll really like. He likes art books, believe it or not and obviously, anything with horses, landscapes, etc.”

 “Ooh, he’s been going on about wanting some new fancy writing supplies! I’m sure you could find something nice in that regards. Or, yarn.” (Étienne had blinked at that.) “He likes to knit,” Edward had shrugged. “You can get him some real wool – like sheep or alpaca or something. Obviously, there’s a chance he’ll then make you something with the yarn you got him, but he honestly doesn’t really remember when that happens.” Edward had said as if talking from experience.

 “He’s really easy to buy for,” Edward had reiterated and Étienne had not been convinced. “Like you can get him a bar of fancy soap and a tie and he’ll be happy. Hell, anything that’s gimmicky but with a theme will go as well. The options are endless. This isn’t hard, Maisonneuve. If anything, I think you’re harder to shop for.” (Étienne had taken much offence to that. Edward had laughed in his face.)

 Étienne had eventually settled for a mishmash of things. (Some teas from back home, an anthology on the evolution of horse paintings, some nice smelling soaps.) Calvin had been delighted. He’d counted it as a win.)

 He’s still not convinced the whole situation wouldn’t have played out the same had the cards been reversed, but at this point in time, he’s done wondering about it. He’s just glad he gets to spend time with Edward. Anything else is really a bonus, at this time.

 He takes a seat on the opposite side of the couch and Mercury makes herself at home between them, with her head on his lap. Étienne caresses the top of her head and scratches behind her ears, lost in his own thoughts. They’re quiet, for a moment, and Étienne takes this time to observe Calvin. He looks – not like his usual self, if Étienne can say that. His jaw is set and there’s stiffness to his shoulders that isn’t usually there. He’s seen this look before, has seen it reflected in the mirror time and again and Étienne wonders if he should bring it up.

 “Edward’s out running errands.” Calvin offers as if feeling Étienne’s quiet observation. He hides behind it like a barricaded wall and Étienne blinks, wondering if he miss-stepped. “There was a sale on something he was out of or some such. He should be back soon.” The words are a little flat and the usual infuriating cheerful edge to Calvin seems to have evaporated for the moment. It’s not really his problem, he knows, but he’s aware that Edward will worry and that’s enough incentive for him to prod the sleeping lion at his own risk.

 “You okay?” He asks, straightforward and to the point. He’s dealing with his own bullshit and for as much as he’d like to be more tactful and subtle, he simply doesn’t have the energy for it, but he has concern.

 Calvin looks in his direction and passes a nervous hand through his hair. Calvin’s hair has gotten long as well, as if they’re both competing for the longest ‘do. It’s going back to the style Étienne had most often seen him with, if anything, whereas his is reaching lengths that haven’t been seen in over forty-five years. Still, Étienne recognises the anxious gesture for what it is and he jostles Mercury a little so that he can sit a little closer. Calvin’s fingers are a riot on his thighs, unable to stay still for a beat. They play with his phone, the phone case, the decorative pillow, the edge of his sweater. They tug, touch, squeeze, and brush all in a matter of seconds as if performing a staccato no one can hear.

 “Yeah – I’m fine.”

 The briefest hesitation is what gives him away. Étienne may not know Calvin as well as he does Edward, (and he may not know Calvin as well as Edward does), but he’s spent enough time in his orbit to know that something is off. He’s also spent enough time analysing his own past dips and curves in his mood to recognise it in others as well. The signs are all there and Étienne just wonders if he hadn’t bothered picking up on them earlier or if they’re new from today. Perhaps, he thinks, Edward’s little absence has simply given Calvin’s sudden change in mood the opportunity to manifest itself. With nothing left to occupy it, his mind had simply brought forward the anxieties and worries that had been slowly growing and simmering in the back.

 Étienne sympathises with the fellow. He’s been there far too many times.

 “Covid blues?” He asks, tone light. He knows that he and Calvin aren’t necessarily close. They’re – acquaintances, really, maybe a step above, but he’s not sure they’re friends. At least, he doesn’t think Calvin would consider him one. Not now, anyways. If anything, they’re really just both madly in love and shagging the same guy and somehow or other have agreed that the best course of action is to take that as the new normal and build around it.

 Sometimes, it feels like his life has turned into a telenovela. At least, in his case, everyone is aware of who is sleeping with whom and all the parties have consented to it.

 Still. He knows it sounds particular.

 Anyways.

 He doesn’t want to push Calvin if he doesn’t want to talk about it, but he also knows from experience that sometimes, reaching out to talk to someone feels like a Herculean task and that it’s easier when someone else breeches the topic. He wants Calvin to know that he’ll listen if he needs to blow some steam, but that he’ll respect him if he needs space.

 “It’s just – it’s been a lot, I guess.” Calvin says after a lapsed moment of silence.

 Étienne gets it. That was him, before. It’s still him, but he’s had more time to let the reality eat and consume him. He still can’t sleep at night and there are times when he’s out somewhere where he feels overwhelmed and freaks out thinking he’s going to accidentally kill someone because he can’t die and therefore, might just be passing on the virus to unsuspecting people. But he tries his best to keep those thoughts under control.

 “It’s okay to feel like shit.” He offers. He brings his hand closer to Calvin’s thigh, as if wanting to place it there to offer him comfort, but he’s not sure if it’s too much. Instead, he leaves it close to Calvin, palm up and inviting, in case the other man wants to take it. Calvin hesitates, lifts his hand, and then dithers for a moment, but then latches on. Étienne offers it a reassuring squeeze. He’s been in Calvin’s place before – he’s still in Calvin’s place.

 It’s taken him a long time to be okay with that – the idea that he’s allowed to not be okay. He’s allowed to live his negative emotions, even if sometimes it takes him a little while longer than most to bounce back. The important part is to bounce back. “This is a hot fucking mess.” He adds for good measure.

 “I’ve seen hotter messes on legs. Too bad this one can’t be brought to bed and fucked.”

 Étienne does a double take and has to look back to make sure he hasn’t hallucinated those words – that Calvin Goody Two Shoes McCall has actually said those words. He blinks and lets a laugh escape his throat. It’s contagious, and soon, another one joins, while Calvin cracks a small amused smile.

 “You’ve been holding out on me, McCall. I didn’t think you were funny.” He teases. He’s dealt with a few of Calvin’s sides – from over eager to childlike. He’s ignored some as well, he knows, and has probably missed out on others, but this side is refreshing. It reminds him that Calvin has a whole personality he likes to hide as much as he does. Something about protective barriers once more. He gets it – he’s done the same, subconsciously or not, but, it has to mean something if Calvin is letting a few morsels shine through.

 “Heck, Edward’s a hotter mess than this,” Calvin says with a chuckle of his own and Étienne clutches at his sides and laughs some more. They get stuck and absorbed in a giggle fit that doesn’t seem to want to end for some time and the distraction is good on both their nerves.

 When their giggles finally die down, they wipe at their eyes and resettle on the couch. Étienne picks up Calvin’s hand again and the action comes naturally to them both. They fall into a comfortable quietude that’s a little less lonely and solitary than before, as if bonded by the good joke. Étienne wants to let it be and move on, but there is more he wants to say – more he feels he needs to say. This would be easier if he could put his thoughts to paper, but Calvin is sitting right beside him and it would be a little silly.

 Maybe.

 He considers it for a moment.

 “You know,” He finally starts and figures he might as well. He has the chance now and Calvin looks like he could use a little pick me up, “I don’t think I’ve properly thanked you.”

 Calvin turns and looks at him, quizzical expression obvious on his face. He opens his mouth and Étienne figures he’s about to either tell him that he has, multiple times, for enduring him over summer, or either to ask him what for, but Étienne cuts him off before he can say either of those things.

 “For – being cool about this.” He gestures to himself and hopes that Calvin will understand what he implies by the gesture. He knows they’ve more or less had this same conversation over the summer, but – there is more he needs to say and he hopes he can get to it, even if it means rehashing some of what was covered over the summer.

 Calvin looks surprised and blinks as if processing the information. He starts to form a smile, but then let’s it fall and shrug, “What choice did I really have?” He admits and Étienne admires him for his honesty.

 “You could have said no.”

 “And what would that have brought me?” Calvin sighs and then tugs at the sleeve of his shirt, “Look, I’ll be honest, I did think about it. At first. I mean – when Edward told me – it – explained things, but, it made me worry that I was just – temporary to him. That eventually he’d go back to you. And when he didn’t, I figured, well, it worked. I got the guy, now I got to have my happily ever after. But – I could tell that he missed you. In some way. And when the both of you reconnected – I thought about it. Of saying no. Of not being okay with it – with his feelings for you. That wouldn’t have gotten me anywhere. It would have made him miserable. He could’ve resented me for it. So I figured my best chance was to say yes and hope that your island didn’t magically get closer or something.” He tries a smile for a moment and then falls serious again.

 “It’s complicated, but I’d like to think that in the end, it’ll be a win for all of us.”

 Étienne lets the words float in the air for a moment. Let’s them sink into his mind as he plays them over. Calvin has a point, somehow.

 “Y’know,” He starts a moment later, pulling at the zipper of his sweater, “I – don’t hate you, yeah?” It sounds lame, said like that, but he means it. He doesn’t hate Calvin. He’s not sure what it is they are, or how it is he feels about him, but hate is not what it is. Respect? Appreciation? Maybe.

 Calvin laughs, quiet and soft, from his side of the couch, “I don’t hate you either, Maisonneuve, believe it or not.”

 He knows, obviously, but hearing it settles something inside of him, as if there had been some doubt, even so many months later. “I know – but – I guess, y’know, before it didn’t matter. You were just – someone. At most, you were my brother’s annoying friend, but it didn’t matter who you were, in the grand scheme of my life. But then you became someone. It mattered. Who you were mattered.” He thinks back to those rare times he’d run into Calvin and how he’d found him annoying at best. Calvin was one of those young and up and coming cities and that was that. He endured his company when needed, but Étienne had other friends to spend time with and Calvin was just another work colleague.

 He found out more about Calvin through Edward – through the stories and tales Edward had related to him over the years and the ones Samuel had mentioned in passing. But even then, Calvin had never been necessary to him. It had changed after. Once he’d stopped hearing from Edward. Once his letters had gone unanswered.

 He’d – noticed the friendship between Calvin and Edward more. Saw how they were at the few meetings he bothered attending. He envied the easiness of their friendship. The openness of it. Even if they were only friends, he missed having that with Edward and so he allowed himself to hate Calvin for it. He allowed himself to find Calvin silly and stupid and childish. Narrow-minded. Dumb. Selfish. Whatever fault he could find in him – whatever soothed the burning, angry gash that gnawed on his heart.

 And then. And then he’d found out. Later. After it happened. Somehow, he found out about the new nature of Calvin and Edward’s relationship and the jealous monster inside of him had feasted on the news. Of all people, Calvin. How the mighty had fallen.

 He’d wanted to hate Calvin. Oh, how he had wanted to hate the man who had stolen Edward’s heart away from him, but – was it really Calvin’s fault? It had to be. Surely it was. It was the only explanation Étienne wanted to believe in and so he’d let his emotions get the best of him. He nursed his hurt and jealousy and let them both fester.

 The only problem was – the only problem was that there were moments when he caught glimpses of Calvin that went against this mental image he had built in his mind.

 The first time Calvin had invited him to brunch, Étienne had been convinced it was to gloat. He’d refused the invitation, not wanting to give him the satisfaction. He figured Calvin would get the message and leave it at that. But soon, another invite found its way to his mailbox, written and printed in perfect cursive, and Étienne had actually thought of going, but then hadn’t.

 Eventually, he decided to go – out of boredom and under some veiled threat from Emma, gently reminding him that even if he didn’t attend meetings, it didn’t mean he had to avoid everyone. And so he’d gone. He’d sat and mopped and done his best not to bond with the others. Especially Lucas. Especially Calvin. But, for as much as he’d gone to find an out and a reason to hate Calvin even more, for as much as he’d thought he could keep blaming him for the way things had ended with Edward, he realised he couldn’t.

 With time, between one brunch and the next, he’d realised that he’d avoided them out of some type of fear – that he didn’t belong, that Calvin just wanted to remind him of that. Instead, it turned out that Calvin just wanted friends – that Calvin too wanted to belong and that maybe these brunches were an excuse to hang out – a gang of misfits that felt maybe a little out of place in the world.

 And he couldn’t hate Calvin for that. Couldn’t fault him for wanting to find friends. (And, really, what did that make him out to be, if Calvin wanted to be friends with him? Of all people.) It didn’t mean that his dark thoughts magically went away. There were still times when Étienne was convinced Calvin was simply playing him; waiting for him to have his guard down before rubbing it in his face that he was now dating Edward – that Edward didn’t miss him as much as he missed Edward. As a friend.

 But Calvin never said anything, never brought it up and never rubbed it in and slowly, but surely, Étienne started to see Calvin as his own person. As someone – who could be – given the time – a friend. He still wasn’t sure why he went – maybe as penance, maybe as some self-imposed hurdle he had to go through, but he went, he exchanged, and life went on.

 At least, if anything, it allowed him to find out snippets on how Edward was doing. Even if the other two didn’t know of the nature of Edward and Calvin’s relationship, they knew of their friendship and that they lived close by. Étienne always perked up at those points, hoping his former friend former lover was doing well and he filed all the information for himself. (He dared to ask, once, when the weight of the silence had gotten the best of him. When he’d been feeling a little lonelier and rawer than usual. He’d asked, in passing, quiet, while the others had been busy dressing up, if Edward was okay – if – if he was happy and Calvin had looked at him – really looked as if – reading something in him – and he’d said he was. That Edward was happy. It was all Étienne needed to know.)

 “You’re not a bad person.” He reiterates and gives Calvin a long look. He needs Calvin to know. Needs him to understand that whatever ill feelings he harboured then, it was a different time, and he’d been in a different place. It had been easier to put all the blame on Calvin. To paint him as some bad guy who’d come to wreck his small parcel of happiness, but really, the one to blame had been himself. He’d gone and fucked it all up. Calvin had simply been the better friend to Edward, in the end.

 But now he gets to try again. He gets a second shot and Calvin has been kind enough to let him try and if this is to work, then he needs Calvin to understand these things.

 Calvin seems a little shocked by the comment, clearly not expecting it. He goes quiet as he tries to process the words and Étienne wonders if he’s been clear enough. “You – I guess – thank you, you know? For being there? For caring for Edward when I wasn’t there? For – not thinking I’m a home wrecker and all that.” He’s still not convinced any of this has made any sense, but Calvin offers him a quiet smile which he returns again. Perhaps, he thinks, this is the way they will communicate; in exchanges of quiet, shy smiles.  

 “I’d never think that.”

 For a moment, Étienne wonders who’s comforting who, when Calvin gives his hand a squeeze. He has no idea where this will lead them to – how everything will work out, but he’d like to think that whatever it is – that if anything, he gets a – friend out of Calvin. That, if anything, they can hang out together, at the very least. It would be nice, he thinks. He’d like to believe that he’d enjoy it.

 “Thank you,” He says, for what feels like the millionth time. It seems that’s all he’s saying to Calvin these days. One day, Calvin will grow tired of hearing him say thank you at every drop of a hat.

 “I should thank you as well, you know. For – well, everything as well. Giving me a chance too and such.”

 Étienne blinks. He hadn’t thought of it that way. He’d only been keeping his head low and trying not to be too much in the way. Not wanting to step all over Calvin and Edward’s happiness. Not take up too much space as a third wheel.

 “Don’t give me that look – you’re a good person too, you know?”

 Étienne laughs at that. He doubts it.

 “I mean it. The proof is you’re sitting here with me trying to lift my mood. You’re concerned about me. Means something.”

 Étienne opens his mouth to say something, but then shuts it closed. He’s still convinced he’s in it for his own selfish reasons, but maybe Calvin is right. He’d like to hope he is. He’d like to think of himself as slightly less selfish. As someone good. Someone worthy of good. If anything, however, Calvin looks less tense and when he next smiles, it reaches his eyes a little more. Étienne finds himself relieved, but doesn’t question it. His feelings and opinions on Calvin might still be a complicated tangle, but – he wants Calvin to be happy. He squeezes his hand again and then links their fingers together, leaving the support there if needed. They fall quiet again, but this time, it feels a little more companionable, even if they don’t say anything. It’s nice, is what it is and Étienne finds he wouldn’t mind more of this.

 Calvin eventually returns to his phone and Étienne resumes petting his dog, but their joined hands remain clasped together until Edward returns home.

 FIN

[miriossunshine]

Hello there, hope you're doing good!💕 May I please request a match up with a hero (both female and male if it's not too much to ask please x3) I'm an almost 20 year old bi girl but still a child at heart to be honest. I'm really into fashion and doing hair, and probably would experiment on my friends hair a lot if they'd let me xD I'm really shy, but always try to be really welcoming when someone's new to a group. Some people call me a starter companion and I guess that sums it up good (1/3💜)

continued: I just hate people being left out, cause I know how shitty that feels. I guess I also have a big inteferior complex, cause I constantly feel like everyone around me is just better, cooler, prettier etc. That often leads to me needing reassurance from the people I love, which makes me feel annoying af. I love reading about conspiracy theories, listening to true crime podcast and am also into paranormal stuff. I'd love to own a haunted object/have an encounter with a spirit. (2/3💜) But please only good spirits, I don't need Satan haunting me. I love theatre/musicals and actually was in drama club for most of my school life. I'm a really sarcastic person and often unintentionally mean, the people around me are used to it though/are the same. It's all in good fun. They all know that in reality I'm a big softie xD. Thank you in advance x3 (3/3💜)

hi! it’s not too much at all!! thank u for requesting! 💖💖💖 i’m so sorry this took so long 😭 my brain has been e m p t y the past week or so 😭😭 aNYWHO-

i ship you with miruko!

she will NOT have you talking badly about yourself! miss rumi will constantly praise you and brags about you and your amazing self to eVERYBODY!

you both speak your minds even if it unintentionally causes some discomfort or you come off rude. rumi adores how you can be sarcastic with people while also being a sweet bb at the same time >< 💞💞 you’re both softies for each other T^T

miruko is hella chill about her hair when you wanna try out new styles and stuff! just warn her before you bring out the dye/scissors hdhfjsksnsn \(//∇//)\

she was so enthusiastic to get to know you when you first met! your shyness was the thing that drew her to you because she wanted to see your personality once you’d opened up!

she thinks it’s so endearing how you always want to include everyone!!! rumi is so in love with how accepting you are ;^; 💖

rumi is chaotic when you bring up spirits and she def wants to go to a haunted house, ready to fight any ghost or demon she comes across HDBSKDBDJHD. you have to pace her and remind her of the seriousness of inviting those entities into your life so she’ll settle down -3- she’s totally ready to go to spirit shops and purchase haunted items to display in your home, and she loves retelling the story of the item you purchased and warning people not to mess with it hehe. (￣∇￣)

i also ship you with present mic!

his hair is LONG when it’s down, so you get to try out a bunch of fun hairstyles on him! he usually settles for the casual bun, but hizashi adores when you give him new looks to rock! >:3 💕

you’re both playful and he relates to you being a child at heart! hizashi loves how silly you can be, especially after your shyness wore off around him!!💘

speaking of your shyness, he thinks it’s adorable and loves to tease you about it when you’re in public. ofc he’d never force you to be incredibly social if it makes you uncomfortable, he just loves seeing your flustered face >< 💗

HE LOVES YOUR THEATRICAL PAST!! if you sing for him he’ll cry omg he loves your voice ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´ω`ﾟ)ﾟ｡ he practically begs you to sing your favorite musical numbers and def wants to have you on his radio show for a segment or two about musicals!!

hizashi will obnoxiously hype you up if he ever hears or sees you looking down on yourself. he will scream from the rooftops (don’t test me, he wILL-) about how much he loves every inch of you!!!

he thinks your ability to always include people is so sweet >< he fell even deeper in love with you when you noticed one of his students had been left out of the conversation, and you asked for their opinion on the current topic being discussed T^T 💔💘💔💘💔

hizashi also loves your softie side because he knows you’re quite sarcastic to people. he’ll ruffle your hair and be like “awww i know you love me it’s okay ����~” if you make a snarky comment to him hsjdksjakdjkdxj

[killian-whump]

Storage 24 Audio Liveblog!

Okay! Here I am with another fun-filled liveblog for you guys! Well. Actually, I’m not sure how “fun-filled” it actually is. As it turns out, descriptive audio is a lot duller than I anticipated. They really only narrate the absolute bare minimum of what’s going on, so there’s not much to share.

This particular film is narrated by a very m-o-n-o-t-o-n-e woman with a British accent. I was curious when it began if she’d get more animated in her narration as the action picked up, but she didn’t. If you’ve always wanted to hear someone say things like, “The maintenance man’s chest and throat have been ripped open. Blood is pumping out.” as if they couldn’t be more bored by it... Well, this descriptive film might be right up your alley XD

There’s some other things I noticed whilst listening to this. I believe that they strip out all unnecessary sounds and music, which makes the dialogue stand out a lot more. It’s so much easier to listen to conversations, and I even think I caught some lines I’d missed during my other watchings of the movie. Or, for whatever reason, they just didn’t really stand out those times. The lack of extra noise also made Colin’s voice even more enjoyable to listen to <3

All of that said, there’s nothing very groundbreaking in here, but it might be interesting, nonetheless :) So here goes...

For some reason, I didn’t remember there being 10 whole minutes before Colin shows up in the movie. Then again, I probably fast-forwarded through those ten minutes every other time ;)

But here he is now: “The driver, Mark, pale with gingery stubble, shuts his eyes and grips the bridge of his nose with his right hand, looking exasperated.” Pale with gingery stubble is a funny way of saying “handsomest man ever” but I guess it’ll do XD

I don’t think I ever caught Mark’s joke in the parking lot, when Charlie’s blathering on about how he bought Shelley’s car for her. Implying the car is shitty, Mark half-laughs and says, “Maybe that’s why she dumped you.” XD Oh, Mark. You were an asshole right from the start, weren’t you?

Now, I will say that I am downright disappointed with the description of the scene where Charlie and Mark have a little tussle in the parking lot and they end up on the ground. For starters, the narrator doesn’t even SAY anything’s going on at first. You just hear the signs of a struggle and then Colin’s little “Uh, you’re on my... you know...” THEN the narrator says, “Pulling off a windscreen wiper, Charlie falls back on top of Mark.” And that’s it. No mention of Colin’s lovely pain face. No mention of his family jewels. I don’t think I have ever felt so bad for blind people before in my life. They deserve to know these wonders.

But at least we have this... “Mark, in a battered leather jacket, raises his eyebrows and bows his head, then follows [Charlie] down the corridor.” Thank the gods that blind people are still able to witness Colin’s strong eyebrow game.

“Mark looks lost.” Oh, lady, you have no idea how lost my son is.

LMAO The scene where Charlie says his phone’s at the bottom of the river is WAY funnier here. He just drops that bit of info, and then there is ABSOLUTE AND UTTER SILENCE for waaaaay too long, and then Colin’s “...Why?” breaks the silence and it’s hilarious. If there was such a thing as an audio reaction gif, I would absolutely make one of that moment.

Mark and Shelley are kissing now, and the lady’s monotone descriptions aren’t helping, lol. This lady’s bored-sounding play-by-play is just about the unsexiest thing ever. I’ve just decided that I never want to listen to a love scene in descriptive audio. Oh, great. I also downloaded Carrie Pilby like this.

So the alien’s put in an appearance now and chased after Chris, who has had his heart brutally ripped out of his chest and smooshed, and this monotone lady is like, “Charlie looks agitated.” Well, I should fucking hope so.

They’re in the air shafts now. Fortunately for me, I love hearing about men crawling... but this woman has somehow managed to make even that sound boring. “Mark crawls along behind [Charlie].” “Frowning, Mark crawls along a shaft.” “Mark crawls along, leaning on his elbows.” “Mark resumes crawling.” Can’t you be a little more... descriptive?

But, you know, it’s not ALL bad: “Charlie finds a pink dildo and hurls it down, looking disgusted. He sniffs his hand.” 

...and here we are at the big scene where Mark leaves Charlie. I was curious if the description of the scene would come right out and say he abandons him or just sort of gloss over it. As it turns out, they didn’t really make it sound like an abandonment. In fact, it almost seems less like abandonment without the visuals, because they go straight from the alien bursting through the metal and reaching for Charlie to Mark fleeing the scene - and it sounds totally justified, if anything. Interesting.

Now, this is one of those parts where I love the stripped down audio track, because Colin’s panicked and broken voice is flat out mesmerizing and I could listen to it forever and a day and never get bored. Damn, he is so good at emoting the things he’s emoting here. Terror. Despair. It’s just so... thick... and delicious and it’s truly hypnotizing.

Here’s a comical sound effect for you all - Mark hitting the floor after Charlie punches him seems ridiculously loud, like Andre the Giant hitting the mat in a cage match level of loud XD The accompanying description is every bit as dull as you’d expect it to be: “Mark tries to stop Charlie. Charlie fells him with a punch in the face. Mark holds his mouth. Charlie shakes his hand, as if in pain.”

Oh wow. “You think she came looking for you?” Wow. I don’t remember Mark saying that to Charlie the other times I watched this. What an asshole thing to do, implying that Charlie shouldn’t go after Shelley because she didn’t bother to go after him. Well, maybe she would’ve if you hadn’t told her “he’s gone; there was nothing I could do” as if he was completely fucking dead, you asshole XD

“Mark, open the door.” “Mark.” “Mark backs away from the door.” “Mark, what are you doing?” “Mark walks away from the door, looking distressed, then glances back.” Well, at least he’s distressed. I guess. “Charlie and the girls scream and hammer on the doors. Mark watches impassively.” Oh, nevermind. He’s apparently over it already XD

“Shelley slaps Mark’s face.” *slap* XD This is another comically loud special effect. Like, it sounds like The Slap Heard Around the World or something. Not that Mark doesn’t deserve it, of course. He does.

Oh wait! Here it is... We’re here!!! “The creature bursts through a window and grabs Mark. It covers his face with its clawed mouth parts, and consumes him.” Bye, Mark!

All things considered, this wasn’t anywhere near as interesting as I thought it would be, though I did enjoy the unexpected added humor in a couple of the scenes, and hearing a completely droll woman talk about a pink dildo was interesting. Other than that, hmmm. Well, I listened to it, so you don’t have to? You’re welcome ;)

[ralfstrashcan]

3x16 Reaction / Commentary

Alec “Proud Puppy” Lightwood

THAT FACE HAHA. Also crêpes man I'm jealous.

Rude man, don't rip him away from his hard earned waffles.

This is so hilarious to me, okay, this prompting hand flick Alec does (which you can't see here because I can't gif, only screenshot ahahaha) man I love it. Sadly I didn't find a gif of this yet, so I can't put one :( I can't even put into words why it's so hilarious to me. And Magnus's sceptical gaze hahaha.

Edit: I FOUND ONE

HAHAHA HELL YEAH

I mean we all knew this was fake, not least because it implies Magnus is wearing the same outfit two days in a row and obviously this would NEVER happen, but also because in no universe does Alec have smooth dance moves. It's a law of nature.

lol is this an innuendo or something because I don't get it, pls help

Tiny waist touch is spotted and highly appreciated.

That scene transition was brilliant and there is nothing else to say about it. I lost count of how many times I've rewatched it because it's awesome. The way Alec's voice sounds slighty off, the way Magnus gets heavier in his arms, the way everything spins out of focus, and Alec's last “Stay with me” sounds almost hard with urgency.

When I first saw this I was legit yelling at the screen why the hell Alec is just shaking him instead of, idk, doing CPR but I did him a grave injustice there because he actually does and I really appreciate that. (Though, if he learned first aid I wonder all the more about 3x12 (or was it 3x13, I lost count lol) where he just lets Sentry Guy die without even trying to save him.)

That being said, I'm really happy we got to see the immediate aftershocks of it because I was half afraid this episode would just start with Magnus in the infirmary bed. Still, I have a question. Who called Catarina? Izzy? Because why is she then so shocked when she learns Magnus is not breathing? When she presumably first entered the room to receive the instruction to call Catarina, did she not... wonder why Alec was cpr-ing him? Or did Magnus not immediately stop breathing after collapsing but just, faded slowly while Alec had already told Izzy to call Catarina? I kinda wanna know the mechanics here.

I mean, no surprise there if you keep killing them?? Ahahaha.

My fangirl brain: What, General Amaya from the Dragon Prince is gonna appear? Sign me the hell up!!!! My rest-brain catching up: No this is not a crossover and no, r is not y and just, no. My fangirl brain: :<

........ignoring the fact that summoning her is super stupid, there's also the tiny detail that they don't have leverage why would she help them are they just gonna say “pretty please”?? I can't believe them.

lol Bohemian if you see this, this panel is only for you to haunt your dreams XD hehehe sorry sorry but I just couldn't resist XD

Wtf I can't believe those words just came out of his mouth. Jace, you're gonna start with a pep talk? You were possessed and forced to do things against your will, you should know better than this. Honestly.

The way his voice goes up, just kill me now.

THIS DETAIL OH MY GOD

I absolutely loved this scene, in terms of acting it was perfect and it was painfully in character for Alec to blame himself for everything that's not going alright with someone he loves. The problem I have however (because come on, there's always a problem with me) is that they genuinely want to tell me that Alec didn't realize Magnus was faking it? Magnus loses his magic and he “doesn't think twice”? I mean, that's either really really insensitive or really really stupid. And Alec might be insensitive sometimes, but not like that and he surely isn't that stupid. So, uh, I don't really like that bit. Again, if he was secretly happy that Magnus's immortality is gone that's one more thing to feel intensely shitty about, I get that, but being secretly glad how things turned out and not realizing the other person is suffering from how things turned out are two entirely different things. And just, tf Alec. He can't possibly be that dense, can he, that he genuinely thought Magnus was okay with this. Even if he thought this was something Magnus could get used to in the long run, he didn't expect him to need some kind of settling-in period? Really??

HELL YEAH I STAN CAT SO HARD IN THIS SCENE. And I'm so glad she's the voice of reason in this.... after deigning to appear at long effing last ahahaha sorry not sorry for that dig XD Look it's not her fault, it's the screen writers'.

I got a soft spot for Simon calling her Fray. Also, high-key loving how they're all sitting there waiting for news and finally acknowledging that something's up with Magnus.

LOL CLARY TELL US HOW YOU REALLY FEEL. Kidding. It was the Evil Rune at work again, even though she's nowhere near fire. Maybe it was the hypnotic neon lights? In any case, this is becoming a real problem lol. (No, tbh I found that outbreak totally hilarious XD)

.............................*sigh* I mean, your fierce determination doesn't change the fact that this plan is doomed to fail and you still don't have any leverage over Lilith, but sure. Go off.

YEAH BECAUSE AS SHE PROVED SHE HAS COMMON SENSE. Though I really hope she also told Alec about this dumb-ass request by his dumb-ass parabatai so he can intervene. But, tbh I don't really expect that to happen. *sigh*

Kill herself and then revive herself, hoping a short moment of death is enough to severe the connection? Or maybe, uh, try to use her rune power to cancel her Evil Rune instead of summoning Lilith??? Just for starters.

WTF I CAN'T BELIEVE I'D SEE THE DAY WHERE  J A C E  IS THE VOICE OF REASON WTF COLOR ME IMPRESSED I LOVE IT

“See, I infused it with a strong dose of Plot Convenience, so that shouldn't be an issue.”

THE PORTRAIT IN THE BACKGROUND HAHAHAHAHAHA

“Why? Why do you hate him so much?” “It's simple. All my life I've had to sit by and watch...”

Thanks for 100% confirming my headcanon, I do love that :)

BAM!!!

I really like the detail that he's so out of breath from the magic, it shows that it was probably more harmful that just a shove back? Oh the questions I want to ask.....

Bitch you're 484 don't round down so much hahaha

Is Lorenzo actually gonna be swayed by this????????????????????? uh

Edit: Ahahaha we later learn he actually is and obviously I had to write a ficlet about it, so uuuuh whatever I'll put it at the end with all my other shameless self promo I'll include in this thing XD

OH YEAH I remember the “Different outfits for different occasions” comment from 2x19 I wonder what she'll wear? The same, or even older??? Btw why does she share a smile with Meliorn as if this is a private joke? Because, like, it isn't.

I mean that's touching and all, but that doesn't change the fact that Lilith loves you and seeing you dead would absolutely tear her apart, thus making this a fitting revenge. Wtf Jonathan this is no sound counterargument.

Hm. Tbh I liked her youngest self best? But she's still cast very well. And I recognize that her talking face to face with Jonathan would have been a little ridic if she only reached his navel XD

Ugh, Bohemian, can you see me rolling my eyes?

lol at least this was funny

OMG Luke could you be any more dramatic, are you actually kidding me. I'm gonna be sick soon if you don't cut the bs.

Wow the first sign of Sizzy that didn't suck, yay! XD this was actually pretty sweet.

Oh you mean that time that Raphael was feeding on her and they were indulging in mutual addiction? Because as soon as Izzy was clean she steered clear of Raphael.

..............................................what happened to “scumbag ex”? Why am I even asking?

?? Yeah? What happened to “While Saia lasted it was the best thing ever?” Then again that was what, three episodes ago? Can't hold him accountable for something that happened so long ago, right.

Hahaha okay that was cute.

1) LOL how hilarious would it be if they summon Lilith and just get her corpse plus Jonathan holding the sword still sticking out of her chest. 2) Jonathan is a true sadist, making her wear those heels. 3) Who's that wheelchair for? I mean, Lilith designed this apartment for her disciples, right?

.................which she doesn't need, since she's no warlock and her powers come from her angel blood, not ley lines. So, points for trying, show, but please don't mix up your races. Makes you look so unprofessional. (Except if this is a hint that shadowhunters also run on ley line energy, have ley line magic flowing through them etc. but honestly I'm not even entertaining the thought because then I'd have a conniption.)

Wtf it's literally standing twenty seconds of intense mindnumbing pain, why the hell would you need a coach for that? Just hold it together and endure it. Also, if they attempt it, 20 bucks say he'll die for some dramatic Sizzy “Oh shit you could really have died, too” moment.

Awww you can really see the love in that touch. <--- sarcasm.

Awww you can really see the love in that touch. <--- no sarcasm.

Honestly, Magnus's touch is natural and familiar (btw love the uncoordinated grabbing) while Alec turns Magnus's chin as if he's trying to make as little physical contact as humanly possible. Is a hand on his cheek really too much to ask for? *sigh*

lol you'd think he'd start with that immediately after Magnus wakes up instead of taking risks (it's what I would have done) but whatever.

He's.... actually there to help? For free? Or is Alec gonna have to hand over the Institute's keys to him when the job is done? Lol. (Also that suit jacket could be straight out of Magnus's closet.)

Oh my God Alec just say he could die. Why sugarcoat it? Say it how it is, and Magnus might listen to you.

.........yeah. This is so relatable and I love how he delivers this line. The desperation is clear, but he's also determined about it. Also, quick question, why didn't Alec get Catarina to be there when Magnus wakes up instead of Lorenzo? I'm not saying it would have changed the outcome but it might just have made Magnus feel less shitty about being exposed to his nemesis in this weak state. Then again I get it, Alec is running on panic and instinct, so consideration is the last thing on his mind.

This scene was amazing. Or, lol, this part of the scene. Magnus's performance is stellar and FYI the next thing he says, the “Look at me! Can you honestly say you like this?” was improvised and that's just ugh so good. Coincidentally this is also where my issues with this scene begin. They're not about how the characters act, I found that part very very fitting; it's meta.

The issue Magnus is having isn't about some fear that Alec won't love him anymore now that he doesn't have his magic anymore. Magnus is projecting. His issue lies within himself. He feels differently about himself, he can't say he likes this, and it's only in conclusion that he assumes it must be the same for Alec. But Alec isn't the root of this issue. But of course it's easier to pretend it's about Alec than to openly admit his severe self-image issues, so that's what Magnus does. Perfectly ic to me. The problem I have here is that if we take what Magnus says at face value it appears that Magnus only wants his magic back so Alec will keep loving him (sidenote: even more if you cross out Harry's addition and just focus on the “You fell in love with the High Warlock of Brooklyn. Can you honestly say you don't feel differently about me?”) and the solution to that is clear: Alec drops some wedding vows, problem solved.

But that's not the problem here. Magnus would literally rather be dead than without his magic and no amount of Alec waxing poetry about him is going to change that. And honestly, I'm so grateful for Harry's addition because that made it abundantly clear to me that Magnus is projecting. His bewildered “Can you honestly say you like this?” is an admittance of “I see what I am now and I can't bear it, so how could you?” If that scene had been about Alec, that would have been so uncalled for.

And also loooool but uuuuuuhhh I found Alec's speech less than impressive? I'm sorry, I know he tried but it just didn't work for me? I felt like it really wasn't up to his usual par. Lol I honestly rolled my eyes when he started about the spark that lights up the room XD It felt impersonal, kinda. It's hard to describe. Of course I can cut him some slack on that, because he was emotionally severely overchallenged in that moment and had to make it up on the fly, but uh. Yeah.

Anyway what I really didn't like was his closing line because it kinda sounded as if he was making that decision for Magnus and that's not his place. It might be dangerous and stupid and “not worth the risk” but Magnus isn't in a place where he should have his authority revoked, so. Kept from gambling with his life, yes. With sound arguments and empathy, yes. With dictation, no. So that didn't go over too well with me. Anyway I channeled that into a ficlet already, too, which I'm also advertising at the end.

......has she just been sitting there for six episodes? Btw I wonder, if Jonathan is happily manipulating Lilith by faking positive emotions towards her I don't get why he totally fell for it every time Clary did the exact same thing to him.

THAT MALICIOUS SMILE HAHAHA THE LITTLE (S)ASS

1) SO SHE'S LITERALLY BEEN SITTING THERE FOR SIX EPISODES?!?!!?!?!

2) Why hello there Plot Point XD srsly why tf would Asmodeus use Magnus's magic instead of his own if, need I remind you, his own demonic magic is stronger than Magnus's, Magnus's wasn't even enough to destroy her demonic possession on Jace.... so why would Magnus's magic be enough to bind Lilith, the mother of that possession, to a room? Uh, lemme guess... Plot Convenience? So when, theory time!, Lilith is slayed he has no need for it anymore and can return it to Magnus?

“...to kill you while you were weakened.”

WOW WHAT A DELIVERY AMAZING

........I gotta be honest, I was really confused at his submissive behavior but then I realized... they have a 10 year history of these mechanisms, and slipping back into the pattern of things must be so easy. Also, I mean, that paints a really wonderful and peaceful image of his formative years, right?

Jimon Shipper Moment <3 ;) Look I don't even ship it, but their bickering is high-key amusing to me.

Instead of just standing between them from the get go? Why?

?????? I guess the incest runs in the family, pun not intended?????? Btw Jonathan's weird incest-y obsession makes so much sense now. If this is literally the only way he ever learned how “familial love” (Lilith Greater Demon Edition) is expressed I have no questions anymore. Seriously, he's so screwed over by everyone and it's just unfair. (On that note, glad we never had to see him make out with Valentine. Some things are just too terrible to envision. Damn, why did I say that, I should just shut up for all of our sakes.) Anyway, back to our favorite tortured soul here, I'm honestly not even sure if I can hold the incest thing against him any longer. His entire life consisted of being raised by Valentine, who kept him in a hut in the woods where he never got to see anyone but him, and then Edom where there was Lilith and demons. It makes a horrifying amount of sense that normal human norms mean nothing to him. He's never lived them, he's never witnessed them and maybe he doesn't even know them. So yeah. I guess I'll just add the incest thing on the long long list of things that are due to the stellar parenting he enjoyed, and not entirely his fault.

Damn so close to see my prognosis come true. Then again, I guess this was just the perfect timing because who knows if Lilith won't even help them now kill Jonathan because betrayal bla bla.

1) No need to twist the knife, then again this is Lorenzo so what am I even expecting.

2) WTF ARE THEY REALLY NOT GOING TO TALK ABOUT THIS SOME MORE?!?!?!??!?!

3) If it's like a transplanted organ being rejected by the body, just, idk, look for a different warlock whose magic fits Magnus better? There must be tests for that kind of thing? And even if there isn't, if you go slow and don't immediately portal all over the world plus end an encanto-coma you should be able to tell the magic doesn't fit pretty quickly without going into cardiac arrest. Magnus only got some nosebleed at first, remember, and it got worse only because he didn't slow down. I'm just saying, there would be Ways.

Wow I never realized before that he's actually got an undercut. Makes his hairstyle look even stupider.

Wow I believe this even less now than I did in 3x12.

“Let's hug in these trying times, but please make sure your face doesn't touch mine, otherwise people might draw the absurd and outrageous conclusion that we're in a relationship or something.”

Honestly. Their portrayal of casual intimacy is abysmal and I hate it.

1) The infirmary is very weird and open space for a place that should be easily closable if you need to contain, idk, sick people and their viruses and keep it sanitary. 2) I've been wondering since the start of the episode, did Lorenzo's pony tail get shorter? Wasn't it longer before? 3) At least Malec managed to make their feet intersect minimally, so yay for small mercies.

“One dose of Plot Convenience, coming right up.”

They're just.... gonna torture her? Really? I don't even have words for this. Oh no, I do:

Seriously. It's as if morality isn't a thing, and torturing a sentient being isn't always and under all circumstances a Wrong and Bad thing to do. Because clearly if the person receiving torture is just Evil Enough then it's okay. Thanks for standing by and doing nothing Simon, this is exactly the reason I hate your inconsistent streak on this matter. I don't even expect better from the born shadowhunters, and Clary is way to un-reflected to even twitch but. Ugh. Why am I even wasting my breath (my typing capacity?) on this. It's pointless.

Wow this is pointless, too. I mean, why is Izzy not interfering? She literally just fell down. She shouldn't be out of comission by this. Ugh.

Also ugh to Izzy slinging her whip around his hand instead of, idk, his whole upper body and his arms.

Also ugh to Simon waiting to attack Jonathan until the last second as a heroic saving move to save Izzy which, ugh.

But this here

#AwkwardGrownUpSquad

I'm honestly lol'ing so hard right now. Hahahaha this is just hilarious to me. Then again, who knows, maybe now they'll team up with Jonathan to kill Lilith and I'll get my hopes up again for a redemption arc XD

......................HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA Btw I bet you she copied that move from Doctor Strange.

lol another thing I didn't see coming.

1) Hello Hannibal lol 2) Who went in there and put restraints on him? 3) Who's gonna pay that Seelie actress now??

This scene was actually nice? I know, I'm surprised myself.

How convenient. I mean, good thing he didn't say “Glorious” otherwise Izzy might have thought he was asking for that one ESC song to be played at his funeral.

Please, Maryse, don't flatter yourself, all you had to do was scratch Elliot's corpse from the floor boards, the rest was already completely furnished.

..................................................................................................................bye

Look, while part of me is undeniably thrilled at the prospect – because while I was totally rooting for a Malec Wedding I was pretty sure it was an unachievable dream, just like hoping for Sheith – this is exactly what I mean with taking things at face value. Alec takes Magnus at his words (that he has doubts Alec will still love him now that he lost his powers) and so he thinks that a grand gesture of commitment will fix it.

But it won't, because that's not the problem. Or at least I hope it's not the problem, I mean if I lost my arm my main worry would be “Holy shit how am I gonna cope without my trusty appendage” not “What are the neighbors gonna think? Will I still be able to rock my favorite outfit without that limb?”

Anyway. I don't think this'll go over too well at this point in time. And honestly, Alec just realized at the beginning of this episode that he was fooled by Magnus's coping facade and tricked into thinking Magnus would be fine without his magic. And now Magnus has lost is magic again and Alec just... makes the same mistake again, blindly believing the words coming out of Magnus's mouth instead of taking a look for himself and seeing how Magnus is faring? Did he learn nothing from this? Alec. Why are you like this.

Anyway, conclusion time: This episode was way more reasonably paced than the last, the shit decision making was kept to a minimum (except for the part where they, y'know, summon Lilith back to earth) and Jace gets a diligence starlet for displaying common sense.

And now, self advertisement time! I wrote three ficlets: a) a continuation of the scene with Alec and Lorenzo b) a gap-bridging Malec scene set after the “I won't lose you” line and finally c) a what-I'd-like-to-see-happen-in-3x17-fic where Alec tells Izzy about his proposal plans.

I'd be thrilled if you checked one of them out. Until next time XD

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[atalienart]

Also! Sometimes people go a few days without checking messages or responding, and it’s not always anything personal if they do; if you’re worried, it’s nice to send a little message like a conversation starter or inquire about them, and leave it to them to respond. Being ghosted is never fun, but don’t beat yourself up when it happens—that’s them being a rude and shitty person, not you. Also, talking about personal stuff makes a bond form faster than, say, simple small talk.

I know, I totally respect that, sometimes you may not feel like talking and that’s ok too, even if you’re not busy. But if someone tells me “I’m busy” then I try not to message them until they get back to me. Unfortunately I’m a person who prefers to talk in the real time, at least with people who I know a bit better and I guess that’s not what people online go for. I just suck at conversations xD Thanks for the message :)

[gems-of-lirema]

🗣 Lysandre, Wolf or Guzma, your pick! (Gotta love that we all that asked for a random starter got Lysandre xD)

Conversation between muse & mun (Currently Accepting)

//why not all three? C:

[w/ long tall and depressing (Lysandre)]

LYSANDRE TAKE A BATH.

💔 “Non.”

QUIT LIVING IN THE STREETS.

💔 “Non.”

GET SOME REAL FOOD INSTEAD OF VODKA WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU

💔 “What’s wrong with you? You haven’t even eaten lunch.”

...Better late than never?

[w/ ya wolf]

💙 “Sigh, I’m still interested in that Barry mun...Why’s it so hard for me to get a date?”

I dunno, because you walk around in your wolf form 24/7?

💙 “That’s no excuse.”

...Bestiality is a thing, Wolf.

💙 “ITS NOT BESTIALITY IF IM HALF HUMAN!”

IT IS IF YOU REFUSE TO ACT HUMAN! SOCIETY HAS STANDARDS WHETHER YA LIKE IT OR NOT!

[w/ ya boi]

Guzma, why is it so hard for me to write stuff for you?

🖤 “Well, for starters, ya made me numb to emotions with an avoidant attachment style, forcing me to repress all love and affection I receive from myself and other people. Despite this, you still let me keep Team Skull to rub my own ego, or what little I had of it, even though the gang is falling apart and I’d be better off without it. It’s a great metaphor for how some people should learn to let go and quit while they’re ahead, but it’s also toxic to my character by adding a crippling weighted decision to either keep my shitty reputation, or not have one at all. Ya also made me the reincarnation of some bullshit Undertale character who’s really just an easter egg than an actual character, consequently adding more to my detachment to others with this heavy “I was always alone/beyond people’s reach” mindset. Not to mention the Determination power is limited by my will, and y’all know from philosophy that you can’t control free will.”

…

🖤 “What? Just because you’re the Psych major doesn’t mean I can’t apply the stuff you learn from college.”

Why can’t you be more like this!?

🖤 “Determination, bitch.”

[hgfstreamchats]

100 Scariest Movie Moments

Me Evening, Jalaperilo human! Jalaperilo Evening! just us? Me At the moment. Jalaperilo cool cool. hope the usual suspects turn up. i could do with a laugh Me You too? Jalaperilo yup. must be cause its halloween. makes everyone really shitty even though its the best holiday of the year, apart from pancake day

Me There we are! Jalaperilo yey! Jalaperilo If you're interested in horror and havent seen it yet, 'A History of Horror with Mark Gatiss' is a very good series from the BBC Me I think I absolutely need to see this. Jalaperilo he has a love for hammer horror and its fascinating to watch him go in depth on early horror Me Your horror scene fascinates me. You do so much with so little. Jalaperilo urgh Me As you do. Jalaperilo i love the birds Me Frightening and plausible. Birds are loveless beings. Jalaperilo they are Jalaperilo they threw brids at tippy hendren Me Just chucked them. Jalaperilo how did this beat out 28 days later? Me Gross injustice. Me So their eyes are cortical patches, basically. Jalaperilo haha. if only shockwave had made something already creepy even fucking scarier Me Give him time. Jalaperilo please lock him up haha Me Oh, Argento films. Jalaperilo your fave Me Well, maybe you should have been a better kisser. Jalaperilo it was really her, she just got bored of pretending he was good Me Hah! Me How did *this* beat out 28 Days Later? Jalaperilo right? weird. its not scary i love the wizerd of oz Me "Those terrible little vests." Jalaperilo what is it about british children that other countries think are creepy all the kids i know are little shits Me I've always wondered about that one myself. Jalaperilo I wonder if Alien is gonna be on this list, cause that is quite horror like Me Do you want me to tell you if it is? Jalaperilo sure. i dont think im gonna last the full 3 hours lol Me It is. Jalaperilo \O/ Me I didn't expect anyone to! I intended this to be one of those things people can drop in and out of, but no one else is dropping in. Jalaperilo cowards Me I thought she was going to leave it at "Don't buy a house." Jalaperilo hahah i thought all of the USA was built on indian burial grounds? Me True! Jalaperilo i love how Bela Lugosi's accent influenced all future instances of dracula Me You just can't improve on it. Jalaperilo sings is a stupid film signs* Me It has a terrible ending. Jalaperilo it just doesnt make sense why the aliens would come to earth Me The dimmest aliens in the history of the universe. Jalaperilo lol tony todd! what a voice Me It's a *very* nice voice. Jalaperilo urg WHAT Me And this beat out Bees In the Mouth. Jalaperilo god people will say anything as a talking head Me They don't even show it, like they're properly ashamed for including it. Jalaperilo haha. i watched that film multiple times as a kid and it never scared me Me The only human horror film I've ever been frightened by is The Brave Little Toaster. Jalaperilo understandable all the cybertronians i follow or seen have expressed a dislike for that film Me It's just not necessary. Jalaperilo this is the only shyamalan film i like, but my dad did spoil it for me so i knew everything already Me And the twist is basically everything. Jalaperilo ikr? what a twat Jalaperilo reanimator! my fave of all time! Me Isn't that the one where one of the humans sounds eerily like Ratchet? Jalaperilo yes! and he messes around injecting green shit into things as well! Me Ratchet's no longer allowed to judge me. Jalaperilo i think the cat scene should have been the example. the swinging light makes it so much scarier Me I don't think that's making love. Jalaperilo it still gets me Me Although she doesn't seem to be tied down to anything. Jalaperilo also her dad's zombie corpse is also in the room its so messe up but so much fun Me Kinky? Jalaperilo im kinkshaming Me Ooh! Jalaperilo i havent seen this film looks intereszting Me I'm very tempted to stream it someday. Me I can understand why humans cringe at this one. Jalaperilo bones and teeth are awful blood and guts im fine Me That sound would bother me too if I only got one set of teeth. Me More teeth. Jalaperilo wasnt there a recent story of an old dentist office that was being redeveloped and they found thousands of teeth in the wall? Me That's even worse. Jalaperilo ikr? why keep them? its like you keeping used transistors or something Me Exactly. There's no non-horrifying reason for it. Jalaperilo whoa! r-word! Me But the corpse head was lovemaking. Seems legit. Jalaperilo but what could have been the difference! Me We'll just never know!

Me Hello there, Nickel! Minibot-Nickel Heya knocky~ Jalaperilo yo! Minibot-Nickel Heya~ Me I like how the rabbit is the line. Jalaperilo animals are where we draw the line. fuck other humans Me It's a reasonable line. Minibot-Nickel people in animal suits freak me out Jalaperilo *insert furry joke* Minibot-Nickel *shudders* Me There really isn't. Minibot-Nickel you know... hearing my tea maker brewing is probably not helping with the scary aspect of the show XD Jalaperilo haha Me Oh, I like The Vanishing. Jalaperilo mark kermode is one of our greatest film critics he's the only one i'll really listen to Me He seems like he knows his scrap. Minibot-Nickel *holds out rust sticks* want some? Me Thank you! Jalaperilo he's incredibly fair in his critiques Minibot-Nickel so THAT'S mr. del toro~ Jalaperilo one for you ko! Me Indeed! Me That seems short-sighted. Jalaperilo the oldies are the best Me No arguments here. Jalaperilo ok.im tapping out. enjoy the rest of the countdown! Me Good night, Jalaperilo human! Jalaperilo ill have to look up what number 1 is Me It's...a movie, to be sure. Jalaperilo good night knockout-cybertronian! no way! good night nickle! Minibot-Nickel Night, night, jalaperilo-firend~ Me And he just casually props them up. That won't go wrong. Minibot-Nickel This halloween, i want to give myself nightmares~ Me 'Tis the season. Minibot-Nickel if this doesn't do it, then i'm gonna watch ghost stories/adventures/hunters tomorrow~ Me And even if it does! Minibot-Nickel i'll drink to that~ Minibot-Nickel phone just rang and scared the hell out of me Me Rude of you, phone. Minibot-Nickel on the up side, mun's going swimming tomorrow Me He just toddles out the door. Minibot-Nickel i'm curious what the hell it was Me You're not the only one. Minibot-Nickel (red, white, blue, finials and a judgmental stare) Minibot-Nickel i've always wanted to see the hills have eyes Me It's a rough one. Minibot-Nickel oh? spoilers? Me This happens, for starters. Minibot-Nickel OAO Minibot-Nickel now this sounds fun Me That human has a fun job. Minibot-Nickel i wonder what would happen if a realistic zombie movie was made? Me 28 Days Later was fairly realistic. Minibot-Nickel oh~ i'll have to look into it. though i can say with confidence than zombies wouldn't last long in florida Me Florida, where no one should ever be. Minibot-Nickel the hell state Minibot-Nickel what was that one movie about the haunted big rigs who menaced the humans looking for fuel? Me That's the one! Minibot-Nickel which one? i've seen it, but can't remember the name Me Duel? Minibot-Nickel oh~ i'll haveta rewatch it Minibot-Nickel kill it with fire Me Kill it with extra fire. Me I think it's fairly obvious he wants to frag him. And also ruin his life. Me No, no. You knew exactly what their relationship was. Why are humans like this? Minibot-Nickel what did i miss? Me The Hitcher, the big gay horror road movie. Also The Fly. Minibot-Nickel the big gay horror road? Minibot-Nickel children are demons confirmed Me Human ones especially. And yes, The Hitcher's a very twisted romance. Minibot-Nickel human children.... why do they exist? Minibot-Nickel one nearly busted my audials... Me How did that happen? Minibot-Nickel teen sex SHOULD be met with carnage and i think the kid didn't get a sweet they wanted at a checkout line Me I do love that movie. Minibot-Nickel if ya wanna do a movie night one day, i'll make the sweets and some high grade drinks~ Me Sounds lovely! Minibot-Nickel it'll be so great~ Minibot-Nickel i wanna see this Me I like the title. Minibot-Nickel that guy has an unfortunate last name Me Which one? Minibot-Nickel rockoff Me Hah. Me Well, good luck, kids! Minibot-Nickel *chinhands* Me HAH! Today Me Who sleeps with a single light shining on their face? Minibot-Nickel no one sane Me Nothing of value was lost. Me HERE WE ARE! Minibot-Nickel i bet you anything, soundwave'd do that XD Me I'd believe it. Minibot-Nickel vos did that to me once and i couldn't sleep for a week after Me Oh, yes, yes, this is what I love. Best of movies, best of humans. Minibot-Nickel humans really have a wide variety of ways to kill each other Me Well, so do we. Minibot-Nickel true. very true Me Astrotrain? Minibot-Nickel astrotrain? Me "Lie down and the devil will come have sex with you." Minibot-Nickel did astro fuck unicron? Minibot-Nickel we're at jacobs ladder Me I think so? Me There we are. Apologies for that. Minibot-Nickel it's no prob~ Minibot-Nickel "torture is love" the djd's motto Me I see why you're so popular throughout the multiverse. Minibot-Nickel believe it or not, but i got the hell out of dodge Me Really! Minibot-Nickel yup. i'm a free range medic now. the others are either smeared or atomic dust now Me Worse things to be than a free range medic. Minibot-Nickel true. might open up a bakery Me Ooh! Minibot-Nickel yep~ roll out the sweets~ Me The noblest profession. Minibot-Nickel and of course, in the back room come the medicinal sweets~ Minibot-Nickel i have an uncle named damien Me It's a nice name, honestly. Minibot-Nickel scream sounds funny Me You know, I've never seen it! But it does. Me This one *technically* has eye business, heads up. Minibot-Nickel wanna wait for it to buffer for a bit? Me But no damage to the eyeball itself, if that makes a difference. Minibot-Nickel i wanna see this so bad Me It's a good one. Minibot-Nickel love the pun you made earlier Me Not the eyeballs. The area around them. Me I do my best. Minibot-Nickel oooooo top ten~ Me Starscream, hello! You're just in time for the final stretch. Minibot-Nickel hello screamy~ Starscreamapillar Excellent. I was hoping to not miss the whole stream. Me Sproing. Starscreamapillar The scariest thing in the world is the neighbours. Not inaccurate... Me Not at all. Minibot-Nickel (i was too oblivious to notice highschool hell XD) Minibot-Nickel there's nothing more frightening than an expert weilding powertools Starscreamapillar You mean a medic? Me I was about to say, I take offense. Me Look at that rowdy old man go. Starscreamapillar These descriptions, without having actually seen the movie in full, make it sound very bizarre, but not scary. Me I found it bizarre, but not all that scary. Me Why would you follow a sound? Ever? Starscreamapillar Why would you follow that sound, in particular? Me Natural selection, presumably. Starscreamapillar That is not the best way to stab someone. Me Just wave the knife around and see what happens. Starscreamapillar Also not how to correctly fall down the stairs. Me Poor marks, stairs human. Go back and do it right. Starscreamapillar Dull surprise. Me Except for that. Minibot-Nickel XDDD Me Good for the mother. She's living her best afterlife. Minibot-Nickel it's what i wanna do in the afterlife Starscreamapillar Space crackers. They contain more sodium than earth crackers. Me And more space. Minibot-Nickel OAAAAAAOOOO Starscreamapillar They really think that a fish is the scariest? Me They thought Willy Wonky's boat ride was worse than 28 Days Later. Starscreamapillar . . . This list seems highly flawed. Me Maybe that was their logic. Give the first place to something no one would agree with as the scariest. Me Oh, no! A shark is doing shark things in the only place on Earth a shark lives! Starscreamapillar The horror! Me "But statistically speaking, almost surely won't!" Me Alright! It's late, but just one more for the road. Starscreamapillar Excellent. Minibot-Nickel one more three hour movie thing? Me Yes, Nickel. One more three hour movie thing. Me Still scarier than Jaws. Starscreamapillar It truly was, David S. Pumpkins. Minibot-Nickel true Starscreamapillar Absolutely. Me Well, on THAT note, I'm off into the dark to see what made our power glitch. Where nothing can possibly go wrong. Starscreamapillar Try not to be eaten by scraplets. Minibot-Nickel i'm gonna ty to not murder the neighbors~ they have their music blaring. it's midnight Me Just make sure to dissolve the spark chambers. Good night, everyone! So glad you could make it! Starscreamapillar Good night, and thank you for the nonsense, even if I missed most of it. Minibot-Nickel *hugs the knocky and screamy* Me You caught the choicest part.

[porkchop-ao3]

I just read your J19zeta7 fic and it was amazing!!! If you’re still taking request, I would love to see J19zeta7 maybe pushed into going to a strip club with other ricks and they make fun of him? Until reader, one of the best dancers, takes notice how handsome he is and gives him a special lap dance. It makes all the other ricks stop in their tracks. Maybe after his dance it lead to more smut? Or do however you want with this ☺️☺️I think you would do amazing at!!! I love your writing!! Thank you

This is a very sweet message for starters, I’m so glad you enjoy my writing! :) I’m sorry this took so long. Whoopsie Daisy, I accidentally made this over 4.5k words… So I hope that makes up for the wait! xD This one features deepthroating, yay! Enjoy x

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Working at a strip club on the Citadel of Rick’s wasn’t what I’d pictured myself doing five years ago, but I’d soon come to realise that Spearmint Rick wasn’t a half bad place to work. A decent wage, a flash penthouse to live in free of charge, all the clothes I needed for work supplied to me; I had it pretty good. After all, women living on the Citadel was a rarity, and there was a total of six of us working at the club, all of which were taken care of by one Rick. The owner. He made sure our every need was catered for, we were never left wanting for anything. He knew what we had to put up with, he knew we needed an incentive to stay.

Rick’s weren’t always respectful. Some would try to touch us without permission. Some would make comments that were a little too inappropriate, even for in a strip club. Some of the wealthier Rick’s would try to bribe us for extra services. Now, this wasn’t strictly against the rules, and I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t taken one or two up on their offer. I wouldn’t call it prostitution. No. I only slept with a Rick if I wanted to, if they wanted to give me money at the end of the night, well then… That was up to them. Let’s call it a gift.

It was the same faces every night. Well, that was obvious; every face was a Rick. But it was always the same Rick’s, some would be regular visitors coming every week… one or two visiting every day, even. I would go as far as saying I was friends with a few of the nicer ones. But generally, they blurred into one. When I danced for them on stage, they were a fuzz of lecherous grins, wolf whistles and gruffly spoken compliments; usually along the lines of look a the ass on that, or get a load of those tits. It was all very predictable, after all, they were literally different versions of the same person. There wasn’t much room for uniqueness.

That was exactly why when something was different, I noticed. Up on stage, I tossed a glance over my shoulder at the group of Rick’s that always took up the same space every Friday night; a set of three of them in uniform. Council guards. They’d always whoop and holler, drink way too much. Then again, show me a sober Rick and I’ll eat my hat. One of the three always got handsy, paid me for a private dance every damn week and always wanted more by the end of it; but he just wasn’t my type of Rick. But this week, I noticed an extra figure perched at the edge of the table. Between spins on the pole, I watched him. His eyes were fixed on the table, and he nervously tapped his fingers on the sides of his glass. He looked a little different to the other Rick’s; he wasn’t in uniform for one, and he wore his hair differently. But what struck me the most was his expression, it was gentler than the other Rick’s. There was no trace of a dirty smirk, or an ogling gaze, just a soft smile and a slight curve to his brow. It wasn’t a particularly comfortable looking smile, and it certainly wasn’t a look I’d seen around before.

My slot on stage was up, and once the song I’d been performing to came to an end, I made my way down the steps at the edge of the stage to ‘make the rounds’. There was a routine to this gig, every couple of hours each girl had a stage slot, a time to be the center of attention, to advertise the goods. Once it was up, we mingled; flirting Rick’s out of their hard earned money in return for a private dance. For their cash they got a topless dance, full nude if they paid extra, and if we liked them; they could touch.

I made my way over to the guards’ table, utilising the well practiced walk that swayed my hips in a way that had the Rick’s drooling. Oddly enough; this job was empowering. I’d never felt sexier, so desirable, so in control of a situation despite having my tits and ass almost completely out. The way each Rick would watch me, try to get my attention, work to get two minutes of my time or even a wink. How flattering it was to be told every night that you’re my favorite, baby.

“Lookie here boys, it’s our girl.” One of the Rick’s called out as I stopped in front of the table, bracing my hands on it’s surface and leaning over.

“It’s good to see you all again, though I will admit. I’m a little offended that you missed our date last Friday.” I teased, sweeping my eyes across the row of men in front of me. It was true, it had been two weeks since they’d last shown their faces; a very odd occurrence.

“Ahh, sorry, baby. Staff- council made us go on some shitty staff training weekend. Did, uh, did you miss us?” Another piped up, the one directly in front of me. He leaned across the table, his flirtatious smirk just inches from my face. I watched as he stared down at my cleavage with as much subtlety as a brick. I reached out and placed a finger under his chin, lifting his head to look him in the eye.

“Of course I did. You’re my favorite customers.”

“I bet- I bet you say that to all the Rick’s.” He said, and I smiled in amusement. I dropped my finger abruptly from his chin, and I stood up straight, crossing my arms over my chest.

“Where are your manners, boys? You haven’t introduced me to your friend, yet.” I turned my gaze to the Rick on my left, the different one. He jolted at the attention, looking up at me with wide eyes. A snort came from the Rick who always got a private dance, and I glanced at him.

“Friend? This idiot isn’t our friend. He’s a tag along. We just thought, hey, if you’re so goddamn eager to linger like a bad smell, how about- why not come see how real Rick’s spend their Friday nights?” He told me, and I raised a brow.

“‘Real Rick’s’? He looks like a Rick to me.” I looked the guy up and down, and he flushed under my gaze.

“He’s Doofus Rick. Jus- come on baby you don’t need to waste your time on him. He wouldn’t even know what to do with a woman like you.” The Rick directly next to him said, turning his back slightly, trying to block him out of the conversation.

“I doubt that’s true, is it, sweetie?” I leaned back over the table, towards the so-called 'doofus’. “I bet you know exactly what you’re doing.” I gave him a sultry smile. He seemed to shrink under the attention, his slightly lazy eyes not seeming to know where to settle; darting between my breasts and my face and the other Rick’s. “Doofus Rick, huh? That doesn’t sound very nice. What’d you like to be called?”

“I’m- I’m Rick J19Zeta7.” He told me quietly, and I smiled.

“Alright, Rick J19Zeta7. I haven’t seen you in here before, what brings you here?” I asked, and he glanced over at the others, who seemed to be watching on with varying degrees of disbelief plastered on their faces.

“Th-they told me we were going to the observatory.” He admitted, and I chuckled.

“So, what you’re saying is, you don’t want to be here?” I asked, raising a brow in amusement. His lips parted and his brow curved in guilt.

“No! That’s not- I didn’t mean to say that. You’re very nice and I- this is a nice place, gosh, I don’t want to offend you or anything.” He rushed to make amends, and I simply shook my head with a grin on my face.

“I’m joking. I’m not offended.” I held my hand out to him daintily. “I’m Lyra.” I greeted him. He looked at my hand for a moment, before giving it a very gentle shake.

“That’s a- Lyra’s a pretty name… like- like the constellation.” He smiled timidly.

“It’s not her real name, dumbass. They’re all- all the girls are given different names here. They’re all after constellations. Thought you’d figured that one out after Andromeda over there bought you your… your glass of spring water.” One of the others sighed heavily, rolling his eyes.

“Oh, that’s- that’s pretty clever! I like that.” J19 smiled, and I couldn’t help but smile back.

“Jeez.” I heard one of the Rick’s mutter. I pursed my lips in thought.

“Well, thank you for the compliment all the same. I agree, Lyra is a pretty name.” I straightened up, taking a step closer to him, reaching a hand out to run my fingers through his hair. Being so close, I saw the slow sweep his eyes made from my legs to my eyes, and I saw how they clouded with something close to lust… but it was swiftly hidden. “You’re cute, Rick J19Zeta7.” I commented, giving him a cheeky smile. Rick fidgeted, avoiding my eyes and scooting forwards in his seat, closer to the table. I noticed the Rick next to him give him a funny look, before he broke out into a smirk.

“Oh shit, Doofus. What’s wrong? Did you get a stiffy 'cause the pretty lady spoke to you?” He asked in a condescending voice, and the poor guy flushed impossibly red. I resisted the urge to join the other Rick’s in peeking under the table; but they all resurfaced howling with laughter.

“Oh my God, he does. He actually fuckin’ does.” One of them exclaimed.

“Shit, this guy- hey, Lyra, is this a new record for you?” Another cackled, and I rose a brow at their display.

“I don’t- I- shut up you guys! Why’d you always try to embarrass me like this?” J19 whined, yet his hands had gone under the table, no doubt to cover himself up. I licked my lips as I watched him. Something about him was very attractive to me; whether it was his kindness or his innocence, I wasn’t sure. But the idea that he was sporting a boner while we spoke… well, that did something to me. I trailed my hand down to his shoulder and leaned down to him.

“How about I show you my private room, sweetie?” I said into his ear, and his body went rigid.

“I- I don’t have any money, c-cause I didn’t know we were-”

“No charge.” I said, biting on my bottom lip.

“What the fuck?” My regular Rick yelled, looking pissed. I rolled my eyes and looked over at him.

“Cool it, honey. I simply want to talk a little more, somewhere without all this loud music.” I assured him, flashing him a flirty smile. “Don’t worry, you’ll get what you came for later.”

“Damn right I will.” He grumbled. He pointed a finger at J19. “And you, keep your goddamn hands off of her, she’s- I don’t want her tainted.”

I rolled my eyes subtly as I turned my head back the Rick in front of me. “So?” I asked, offering my hand to him.

“Talking more w-would be nice.” He nodded, taking my hand as he rose to his feet. I smiled and led him away from the others.

“I’ll see you boys in a little while, don’t go anywhere.” I called over my shoulder.

Once we were away from the main club and halfway down the corridor towards my private room, I turned around, taking his other hand and walking backwards as I led him. I glanced down at his crotch, noticing a slight bulge there, and smiled.

“You know, Rick, if you’d like me to dance for you while we talk… I’m quite happy to.” I purred, backing into the door and pushing it open. The private rooms were fairly small, atmospherically lit with colour changing lights: fading from pink, to purple, to blue, to purple, to pink. There was a comfortable sofa inside with dozens of throw pillows, a glass coffee table, and a speaker; quietly playing music.

I led him to the sofa, gently pushing him down by his shoulders. He leaned back into the cushions, never once taking his eyes off of me. “I-I think I’d like that.” He nodded.

“Yeah?” I said coming close to him and placing my hands around the back of his neck, beginning to sway my hips to the sound of the music, undulating from side to side. “Alright, sweetie. Since it’s your first time here; I’ll treat you.” I smiled, stroking my hands down the front of his chest as I bent my knees, lowering myself down in front of him, before rising back up.

“Wow, you- you’re a good dancer.” He said, his fists balled up at his sides.

“Thank you.” I laughed, turning around and shaking my backside for him, bending over as I watched him over my shoulder. He looked incredibly flustered, like he wasn’t sure how to react. “So, do tell me, how do you know those other Rick’s? Are you a council guard too?” I asked, hoping the small talk would put him at ease.

“No, not officially… I do help out though, they won’t- they won’t let me become a certified guard.” He said, rather sadly.

“And why’s that?” I asked, turning back around to face him as I moved with the music.

“Well, you saw how they talk about me. They don’t th-think I’m smart enough.” He admitted, looking down to my waist.

“You seem plenty smart to me.” I noted, and he shrugged. I didn’t like how sad he was looking, so ran my fingertip down the side of his cheek and said, “Would you like me to take this off?”

He watched as I flicked my bra strap against my shoulder, and his eyes widened. “You- you’d actually do that?”

“Of course. I’d like to.” I nodded, stroking my hands slowly over the mounds of my breasts, tempting him. He didn’t answer, but I took his astonished expression as a positive response, so I reached behind me and unclasped my bra. Holding the cups to my chest, I shimmied each arm out of the straps, watching him gulp hard as I let it go, baring myself to him.

“Oh, wow, they’re- you’re so pretty.” He told me, and I giggled, playing with my breasts for him, squeezing them and tugging on my nipples. A quiet whine came from the back of his throat, and I noticed the bulge in his pants had grown and I could see his hard on tenting his pants clear as day. At the sight of it, I felt a surge of arousal go straight to my core, and I shuddered.

“You wanna touch them?” I asked, secretly praying he’d say yes. Every single suggestion I made seemed to surprise him, his eyes widening, his lips parting to show his cute, crooked teeth, those cheeks turning pink.

“Ohh gosh, I- I don’t know, Lyra… I haven’t really, um, been with many women.” He admitted, and I gingerly climbed onto the sofa, straddling his lap.

“Please?” I couldn’t help myself. The hands by his sides rose to my body, hovering over my waist, twitching slightly. Eventually, he touched me, his fingers like little sparks of static electricity against my skin. He wasn’t even touching my breasts, yet I found myself moaning quietly. “Rick you're… I have to admit you’re one of the most irresistible men I’ve met on the Citadel.”

“Really? Oh, jeez that’s really something, Lyra. W-why is that?” He asked, his eyes focused on my breasts as I wiggled them in front of his face.

“You seem very sweet. I’d like to see if… if you’re like that in the bedroom.” I admitted, taking his hands in my own and slowly guiding them up my body, my grip loose, not at all forceful. When they reached my breasts, he squeezed them of his own accord, and I chewed on my bottom lip. “Or if maybe… you’re a bit of a freak. A real dirty boy.”

Rick laughed nervously, his hands moving back down to rest on my thighs.

“Am I making you uncomfortable?” I asked, getting ready to climb off of him, but the hands on my thighs kept me in place.

“No! I’m just- I’m really- I don’t wanna get too, you know… you’re a beautiful lady, and I don’t want to get carried away and do something you don’t like.” He admitted, and I chuckled, sounding slightly menacing even to myself.

“Relax, baby. What if I want you to get carried away?” I said, and he let out a soft moan, pressing his lips together quickly after. I trailed my hand over his chest, moving down his body to his lower abdomen. He jolted and looked down at my hand warily. “This looks like it’s uncomfortable.” I said, ghosting my hand over the straining tent in his slacks, not quite touching him, yet asking him for an invitation.

“It- it is a little.” He nodded sheepishly.

“Looks impressive too. Your pants must feel real tight right now, hmm?” I continued, and he nodded slowly, licking his lips. “Well. We can’t have you feeling uncomfortable now, can we?” I said, my hand hovering over his fly. I looked to him for permission, and he nodded his head again. Carefully, I unbuckled his belt, then undid his pants; tugging them open and pulling them down a little to free his hard on, covered only by a pair of loose boxers. I always found it interesting how different Rick’s had different underwear preferences. It was a fun little game to try and guess, J19 surprised me, I had him down as a briefs man.

“Does… does it bother you?” He asked, and I glanced up from his arousal to look him in the eye, swallowing down the saliva that had gathered in my mouth. How shameful.

“Does what bother me, sweetie?”

“That I’m, uh, that I’m like this because of you.” He said, flushing. I raised my brows in surprise at his question. I giggled, and leaned down to whisper in his ear.

“Oh, honey. I’d be bothered if you weren’t.” I told him, and he laughed too, seeming to relax. “Listen, Rick J19Zeta7, I’d like to make you feel good.” I whispered to him, stroking my fingertips over his lower abdomen, making his breath hitch.

“Yeah?” He replied, a twinkle of excitement in his eyes.

“Tell me to stop if… if it’s too much, okay?” I said, and he nodded his head eagerly. With that, I gave into my urges and wrapped my hand around his hard on, squeezing gently through his cotton underwear. Rick tensed, a quiet whine coming from the back of his throat, getting louder as I stroked him slowly. I brought my other hand up to his chin, tilting his head up so that I could kiss him. He froze for a moment, seemingly unsure of how to react, but he quickly relaxed; kissing me back with as much enthusiasm as I was hoping for. His confidence seemed to grow, and he allowed himself to trail his hands over my body, exploring every part of me, squeezing and caressing every curve.

I took this as confirmation that it was okay to proceed, and slowly crept a hand inside his boxers, stroking him skin to skin. Rick broke the kiss, his eyes flying down to his crotch as he let out a desperate groan, breath picking up. My palm quickly moistened with his precum, and I had no doubt that he wanted this, I just wondered if it was half as much as I did. He cursed under his breath, his head rolling back against the sofa, eyes rolling up to the ceiling unfocused. I took the opportunity presented to me and pressed kisses into the column of his neck, earning a little breathless laugh for my actions. I slid back in his lap, trailing the kisses down as far as his clothes would let me, sneaking my free hand underneath his shirt and caressing his chest. His little moans and gasps were getting to me, his inexperience was obvious in that he seemed a lot less reserved than other Rick’s, Iess controlled… and it was driving me loopy.

“Rick, baby, I wanna- can I use my mouth on you?” I found myself asking, sliding further back in his lap and readying my descent to the ground before I’d even got my answer. I wasn’t disappointed though, as his head darted up to look and me and he nodded eagerly.

“Yes! Please, tha-that's…” he trailed off, holding his tongue. I smirked, sinking down to the floor and kneeling between his legs. I reached for his pants, pulling them down along with his underwear to pool around his ankles; he was quick to raise his hips to help me. Less and less shy he was becoming, boldly reaching out to push a piece of hair away from my forehead as he chewed on his bottom lip. Keeping eye contact, I gave a long sweep of my tongue along the underside of his shaft from base to tip. “Ahh! Fu- oh my gosh.” He whined, his cock twitching in my hand.

The head of his cock slipped past the tight ring of my lips and I bobbed up and down, keeping it shallow and twirling my tongue around him; tasting the sweet yet salty flavor of his arousal. I groaned, closing my eyes for a moment to savor the sensation of him filling my mouth inch by inch, as I took him deeper. He was noticeably larger than the other Rick’s I’d been with, as few as that may be, and the desire to get up and ride him burned inside me. Alas, the equally strong desire to feel him throb and release in my mouth prevailed, and I kept my knees firmly on the ground.

“Ohh Lyra, y-you’re so good at this!” He gasped, and I felt tension in his legs as I ran my hands up his thighs, the tension that came with the urge to thrust. An urge that most Rick’s followed without hesitation, but this one seemed to hold back. Perhaps it was a little messed up to think of that as a challenge, but I did.

I took him deeper still, relaxing and ignoring my instinct to gag as I felt him stretch my throat. With my eyes closed in concentration I didn’t realise how far I’d taken him until my nose made contact with his groin, and I felt an immense rush of satisfaction. Rick’s hand found its way to my head, fingers tangling in my hair. I pulled off of him to take a breath, a string of saliva connecting us.

“You like that? Like having your dick buried deep in my throat?” I asked, a flood of boldness filling me and coaxing the dirty talk from me. Rick shuddered and I watched a bead of precum roll down his shaft.

“Y-yes, yeah, you’re amazing at… at taking it.” He told me, eyes darkened with lust. I mouthed him again, taking him to the back of my throat over and over with each unbridled bob of my head. Rick writhed above me, making a satisfying amount of noise, and I felt the subtle tightening of his hand in my hair. I pushed myself to go quicker, deeper, wanting to pry the dominance out of him, groaning with joy when I got my wish with a hard buck of his hips and a growled; “Uhh, fuck yeah!”

Rick plowed into my mouth with uncontrolled, desperate thrusts. His eyes were squeezed shut and he was letting loose deep, lustful grunts until finally he pushed my head down, burying himself as far as physically possible. My gag reflex was all but non-existent when my mind was so focused on the sensation of his cock twitching, filling my throat with hot cum. My ears were filled with the sound of his long, blissful moan, and my eyes became unfocused, blurred with tears as I groaned helplessly around him.

Finally, the pressure was elevated from the back of my head and I pulled off of him with a gasp and a few coughs, gaining back my bearings. I hadn’t realised how long I’d gone without oxygen. I felt Rick’s hands on my face, his voice sounded distant.

“Oh my God I’m so so sorry! I-I-I don’t know what came ov-over me.” He rushed to amend his actions and I blinked up at him in surprise. “Lyra? S-say something!”

I pulled him down by his neck, crushing my lips to his. I snaked my tongue into his mouth, flicking the tip of his and tasting him. When I pulled back, he was looking at me with a confused expression.

“You aren’t mad at me?” He squeaked and I shook my head.

“Fuck no.” I told him, turning away from him for a second to grab a pen from the coffee table behind me. I took his arm in my hand and pushed his sleeve up, and scribbled something quickly across his skin. “That’s my number. You, uh, you’ll call me, right?”

“Y-y-you liked that?” He exclaimed, eyes wide. I rose to my feet and climbed on top of him again, taking his hand and guiding it between my legs. I pressed his fingers to the seat of my underwear, and he swallowed hard as he felt the damp spot that resided there.

“You tell me, J19Zeta7.” I smirked. His fingers slid back and forth along my clothed slit, almost curious in nature. I took a shaky breath and climbed off of him, moving out of his reach. “I need to get back to work.” I told him, leaning down to pick my bra up from the floor. He watched me dress myself before glancing down at his arm.

“Wh-when should I call you?” He asked me.

“Well, that’s up to you.” I shrugged, turning away from him to inspect myself in the mirror by the door. I touched up my lipgloss and tidied up the panda-eye look I had going on, before smiling at him in the reflection. “But uh, I’d very much like to do this again and… sooner rather than later.” I said, and he nodded in understanding, a little smile lighting up his face. He rose to his feet, pulling his slacks up as he did. He came closer to me, stopping just a few inches behind me. We looked at each other through the mirror.

“Well, Miss Lyra. I’ve very much enjoyed speaking with you this evening.” He said, a mischievous edge to his voice. “Will I ever get to learn your real name?”

“Perhaps.” I smiled. “You’ll have to wait and see, until we meet again.” I turned around to face him.

“I look forward to it.” He replied.

“Now. Come on, your friends will start to get suspicious.” I giggled, then led him out into the corridor, making sure to pull his coat sleeve down as I did.

[nootvanlis]

Hey Gabi, okay so I'm going to the autograph desk to get an autograph from Elise (at Cl*xacon) and so I can speak to her a little. I'm so nervous though, like I don't want to end up feeling so anxious I can't speak or that I can't talk to her properly but aaargh. When I saw her (very briefly) at Fan-expo I mentioned flying 7 hours and she said she didn't even like 7 minutes on a streetcar. As someone who has met and spoken to her do you have any advice?? ~K 🌸

Personally for me, speaking to Elise is super easy XD  She’s so bubbly and laughs so much.  Both Natasha and Elise have done this so many times so I think they’re probably used to starting the convos and keeping up with them.  I think to ease your mind, write a list of conversation starters or things you want to talk about.  I usually try to that just to ease my nerves but when the time comes, I never mention the things I want to say bc they always take the convos a whole other direction XD  It’s a shitty advice but just go with the flow?  Even just say thanks for being an inspiration and all that.

[locum-magneticum-a-blog]

❝ AND IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII, WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU ❞ //for Kikoku? Law might have found the alcohol XD

High Quality Meme Starters || @trafalgar-bleedingheart-law

     “Oh Jesus… You’re wasted, aren’t you?” That had to be the only explanation, unless this was a really shitty clone of Law. No, that wasn’t it, because they could tell this was their idiot wielder, singing about how much he loved them. Awkward.

     “God damnit, why didn’t you tell me you were gonna drink!? Maybe I wanted to get wasted too!” Why was it that everytime Law got drunk, they were never told that he was drinking in the first place? Maybe they wanted to drink too; being at sea so long made it hard to not kill anyone on the submarine.

[gingerstarburns]

Zimbits: “What’s Your Name?”

(So, in the end I wrote a short drabble for that Your Name AU. I’m not gonna write more, so if someone wants to “adopt” this fic and continue it feel free! Just tag me bc I NEED TO READ IT. Also, if you haven’t seen the movie Your Name go watch it now. There’s angst in the middle with a happy ending.)

Eric woke up all at once.

The first thing he noticed were the tears in his eyes. He had a weird, sad dream, but for some reason...he couldn’t remember it.

Then he realised his alarm was different than usual. He reached out to turn it off but it wasn’t in the usual place. Uh-uh.

He sat up and…

I must still be dreaming.

There wasn’t another explanation. Because this wasn’t his room at all. A pale light was filtering from the windows, revealing blank walls instead of his Beyoncè posters and dull IKEA furniture.

Looking around, he saw the alarm on the bedside table, on the opposite side he was used to. He grabbed it, turned it off and stared at it.

5.30 am.

He was still trying to wrap his head around it when, looking down, had another realization.

This is not my body.

His legs were long, exaggeratedly muscular and covered in dark hair. He put his hands on his thighs and moved them down to his knees, caressing the skin. It felt...nice. Definitely weird, but nice.

He got up and felt dizzy for a second. He felt taller than usual and it was as if his barycenter had been moved upwards. Something wasn’t right, but he told himself it was just a dream so it was ok.

He looked around again and spotted a full figure mirror. He approached it cautiously and slowly peered at it.

That was...definitely not his body. He was tall and well built, had a head full of dark messy hair and droopy blue eyes. He flexed an arm and watched the muscles bulge out. Then he turned around to take a better look and...wow.

He had an ass that was a work of art. Very slowly, he put a hand over one cheek and squeezed it. And for some reason, that was what made him realize.

This isn’t a dream.

He yelled, and some seconds later an even bigger man barged into the room.

A thousand miles away, Jack Zimmermann woke up in a tiny southern baker’s body.

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(Under the cut a conversation me and @peppernine had on the Providence Ice chat. MAJOR SPOILERS ABT THE MOVIE! You should probably watch it or read a synopsis to understand what’s being said here. Also angst with a happy ending, warnings under the cut)

(warning: temporary major character death)

GingerStellaGiulia: @Meg [SPOILER] I need you to imagine 1) jack finding out what happened to bitty 2) bitty reading the "I love you" and going "this boy..." You're welcome

 Meg: @GingerStellaGiulia why do you play with my heart this way @GingerStellaGiulia Ok but Jack learning how to make pies and helping Bitty become more confident and Bitty learning how to play hockey and helping Jack make more friends

 GingerStellaGiulia: Bitty baking a pie for camilla bc he knows jack has a crush no her and then crying when he's back home. Jack trying to fight bittys bullies. Also shitty and lardo as bittys bffs  Lardo: bitty you were...weird yesterday Bitty: weird? Shitty: well for starters you didn't bring any pie Bitty: I DIDNT WHAT

 Meg: Ok I know you touched on it in your wip but Jack and Bitty having to get used to the sheer difference in SIZE in each other

GingerStellaGiulia: Oh, and bitty writing "hockey robot" on Jack's face and spending half his paycheck in baking supplies 

Meg: Jacks continuous notes to "eat more protein" on bittys arm

 GingerStellaGiulia: I swear I'm gonna make a post and copy-paste this conversation xD Bitty-in-jacks-body fainting on the ice when tater checks him during practice omg

 Meg: OMG yes Bitty befriending tater and jack being like ???? We don't know each other that well when tater is, you know, being tater

 GingerStellaGiulia: Bitty befriending camilla and one day she goes "hey jack!" and slaps his ass out of nowhere and jack just. Blacks out for half a minute Jack, camilla and tater going to georgia together Help I need to stop

 Meg: Nope you're heading into the Sad territory

 GingerStellaGiulia: Jack reading "eric richard bittle" on the victims list and asking "when did this happen" bc it must have been maybe a week and somebody telling him "3 years ago" and him just. Realizing.

 Meg: NO NO

 GingerStellaGiulia: Then he goes at this graveyard in the middle of nowhere where bitty used to bring pie to his moomaws grave bc "a bit of sweetness can somehow bring back your loved ones" and he goes with this pie he bought along the way, starts talking to the grave like bitty used to do, then when hes abt to leave he thinks he sees something behind it but slips and falls aaaand suddendly hes in bittys body again!!!! And he remembers that bitty went all the way to providence to meet him three years before And then he saves everyone

 Meg: AHHhhHhhhhH absolutely

 GingerStellaGiulia: annnnd then they both forget what happened but bitty moves to providence bc "it feels right" and opens a bakery and jack one day walks in and they. they just start crying and they don't know why.

 Meg: OH YES Bitty asking for Jacks name so he can take the order and then just looking up to realize who is standing above him. And jacks changed quite a bit but he's still got those startling blue eyes

 GingerStellaGiulia: but he doesn't say anything bc that was just a dream right?? he cant know this man. amd jacks going through the same mental process but then he turns around to walk away and bitty goes "WAIT A MINUTE I KNOW THAT ASS" so he calls him and when jack turns around theyre both cryingggg also let's pretend bitty is totally oblivious to the citys hockey legends even after living there for a year. like, somehow he always changed the channel before jacks interviews, was always focused on something else when passing a billboard, etc

 Meg: I think that's fair! He wouldn't really be into hockey much but he thought it was a dream/didn't remember it right

 GingerStellaGiulia: also, when they meet in the graveyard jack almost writes "eat more protein" on bittys hand but then he goes with "i love you", but that would have been hilarious too xD

(Aaand that’s it. if someone wants to write it, please feel free!)

[cuban-feminist-that-gives-a-hoot]

Okay! (MASSIVE SPOILERS FOR PERSONA 5)

So, I beat Persona 5 a few days ago and I have thoughts. Lots of them. They’re going under the cut because spoilers! Seriously, there are spoilers in here. Do not read until you’ve beaten the game. Short answer for what I’m about to say is this: I love Persona 5. It is the best Persona game ever and makes Final Fantasy XV look like a goddamn weak shit of a game (well, more than it already does)

On to the spoilers!

Now that we’re under the spoiler category, let’s talk about the twists and everything else in it.

1. Akechi’s plan to get back at Shido is probably the dumbest plan I’ve ever heard of a supposedly smart person come up with. So he hires himself out as an assassin for him in order to get close and gain his trust, and decide that, once he becomes Prime Minister, he’s going to shame him with the knowledge that he’s your dad?

*takes a deep breath* Why in all hells on this earth did he think Shido would feel shame for abandoning him and his mom? Hell, Shido’s shadow flat out admitted that he was going to kill him after becoming Prime Minister. What the fuck was he going to do about that? This plan of his is convoluted and dumb and he is dumb for coming up with it in the first place. The only reason why the plan isn’t any dumber is simply because Akechi’s a teenager and even the smartest of teenagers do not always come up with great plans.

2. The twist about Akechi being the one selling you out and the killer is, well, one that is obvious if you’re paying attention. Yes, it’s mainly the Pancakes bit in June and it’s the biggest clue the game throws at you. Remember this about Persona 5: If something in the game seems off, there’s a reason for it and it will be explained.

3. Getting on the path to the true, good ending is far easier than in vanilla Persona 4 and Persona 4 Golden. In Persona 4, you had to stop them from throwing Namatame in the T.V, name Adachi as the culprit, and don’t go home when you’re prompted to on the last day that you’re in Inaba. However, the answer choices are not so simple and clear-cut in that game compared to Persona 5. In Persona 5, it’s easily just this: Don’t cut a deal with anybody and don’t sell anyone out. You do those two things and you’ll get the good ending with no trouble at all.

4. Goddamn, Shido’s a fucking prick. This asshole wants to do all this shit simply because he wants to be Prime Minister? Seriously?! When the most minor of shit that he’s done was frame you for something you didn’t do, it makes all of Shido’s other shitty actions all the worse for it. I will say, however, that it was sweet, sweet retribution when I kicked his ass for all the shit he put our beloved Trickster through. Also, I can’t be the only one that felt massive shades of Donald Trump in this entire thing with Shido, right?

5. The playable characters: Holy fucking shit, I love them. There is not one character in the Phantom Thieves group that is boring or bad. Everything about these characters are lovable and I want to protect them. There was some neat stuff too, like Ryuji having his moment in Shido’s palace by getting the lifeboat for the team or Makoto coming up with the plan to trick Akechi at the police station to Futaba using a character quirk to bug Akechi’s phone. Like, I am so happy that this team is not a bunch of idiots. Akechi’s smart, but the Phantom Thieves are way smarter than they appear to be. They almost figured out that Akechi was sketchy since the Pancakes incident and they planned for the Trickster to get caught and be interrogated by Sae. This is some meticulous planning done by the team and I love it. <3

Now, onto the characters themselves:

 - Ryuji’s a sweetheart. He’s a lovely mix of Yosuke and Kanji. Not exactly an idiot, but someone loyal and determined to stop Kamoshida. He is someone that would’ve sacrificed his life if it meant saving someone. He’s a hero and someone that didn’t deserve the bullshit he went through. I didn’t realize it at first, but after @ominous-musings mentioned it, he also reminds me of another blond, secretly smart hero: Zell Dincht from Final Fantasy VIII. And no, I am not kidding about Zell being smart. Because he is. He’s very smart.

 - Ann’s a sweetheart and watching her tear her mask off and getting her Persona was so, sooooo satisfying (hell, just about all of them were). I like her. She’s amazing and the only reason I didn’t date her was because Morgana was so in love with her and I honor the bro code immensely.

 - Speaking of Morgana... OMG, I am so, so glad that Morgana’s origins were explained. He is such a darling and, despite the name and the voice, is male. He clearly identifies as such, so no need to assume that Morgana’s anything but male. Cutest Persona mascot ever. Teddie has lost his throne as the cutest and, so has Koromaru (and don’t get me wrong, I love them both. Who doesn’t love Combat Dog and Pun-making Shadow Bear?). I am so happy that he didn’t die in the end. Also, he gets the best moment in the true ending. Clearly, he could work as a mechanic in the future. XD

 - Makoto, holy shit. She is awesome. Her codename is Queen and she exemplifies it. She is the goddamn queen and brains of the operation. She is amazing. Were it not for the next character, I would’ve made her my girlfriend. Everything about her is amazing. <3

 - Holy fucking shit, Futaba is a darling, protect her from all the evils in the world! She is such a sweetheart and I love her. I made her my girlfriend in my first playthrough and I do not regret it. She is amazing and darling. I love her persona, both initial and ultimate. I just love her. *_*

 - Yusuke is a goddamn weirdo. He is also a bit judgy as hell, but you know what? I like his weird, judgy ass. He’s got some of the best lines and his weirdness just fits in so well. Also, his mask is really nice, merely because I am a sucker of the fox motif he has going on with his costume.

 - Then, there’s Haru. Now, Haru unfortunately got the short stick in characterization, but the little bit we do get is that she’s sweet and kind. She probably has one of the best Thief costumes out there, but her civilian outfits are... well, even with money, you can’t buy good style and fashion sense. Also, her hair is nice. I like her hair. <3

 - Goro Akechi. *takes a deep breath* How dare he presumes to be the second coming of the Ace Detective?! There is only ONE Ace Detective out there and that is Naoto Shirogane! If anyone should be the second coming of the Ace Detective, it’s Makoto Niijima. *clears throat* Beyond that, Akechi can be an irritating tit even before his betrayal comes out. Too bad the twist of him being a villain doesn’t surprise the more observant. I mean, for hell’s sake, his codename is Crow. I have learned to never trust anyone named Crow in any context. Also, apparently Akechi/MC is the most popular ship on Ao3. I get why, I really do, but I don’t like it. :P

 - And finally, we have the Trickster himself. And wow, he is pretty. He’s prettier than both the P3 and P4 protagonists and has a bit more of a personality to him. I’m glad he does say a bit more too. He’s cocky, a show-off, and has one of the best smirks around. Also, he has an amazing sense of justice (Hell, all of the playable characters, save Akechi, do). The reason why he got probation was just to save someone else that was being attacked and yet, because of Shido’s dickishness, he got arrested and charged for something he was innocent of. His thief outfit is so damn slick and very well-designed. Also, Arsene is one of the most slickly-designed starter personas ever. And I can’t wait for a 2nd playthrough, just so that I can have Satanael in my party. *_*

6. The Confidant links are also amazing. Just about all of them are good people. My favorites was the Sun, Hierophant, Moon, and Star arcanas. Mainly because all the people with them are just amazing, especially Yoshida and Sojiro.

Holy shit, Yoshida’s entire link is amazing. He’s a politician that has fucked up in the past, but is determined to become an honest, truthful politician that wants to do the right thing. Given the political climate, we need more politicians like Yoshida.

The other one, Sojiro, is the dude that took you in and stuffed you in the attic above his coffee shop. He, like all the other adults, does not have a good first impression, but holy shit, by the end of this game, you want him to adopt you. This is the kind of dude that would’ve adopted the entire group and have them as his own misfit family if he could. He’s such a sweetheart with a gruff exterior. He adopted Futaba after the last relative, a shitty uncle, treated her so horribly that he paid a lot of money to get her out of there and give her a loving home. And then when he finds out that they’re the Phantom Thieves, he’s worried for them, of course, but he’s also accepting of them. Sojiro Sakura is, without a doubt, the best parental figure in a Persona game. Move over, Dojima, we have a new parental figure. <3

All in all, if you haven’t played this game, then what the fuck are you doing reading this? Go get this game and play it! If you only have a PS3, I promise you that it doesn’t look bad on the PS3 at all. It looks excellent on both systems and is worth your time in playing and beating it. If you want to see what a good story and good character development looks like, play this game. Unlike FFXV, where I kept asking myself, “WTF did Squix spend their time on with this game?!”, I don’t have to ask where Atlus spent their time on this game. How they spent their time was making a masterpiece. *_____*