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Sauce putting a dramatic zoom-in of his and Ja'Marr's little slap fight in the trailer for his documentary is so funny to me. Also do you think he actually has permission to use all these NFL clips on his youtube channel that he monetizes? Would love to see him get sued, great publicity strategy for the doc đ đ đ đ đ đ
society when sauce finally gets sued for being a sinister sauce evader and has to sell his stupid beanie for survival
#new sauce video: I GOT S U E D đ±đ±âïžâïžâïž#CLICK THE VIDEO TO FIND OUT!!!!!!! (I CANT BELIEVE THIS HAPPENEDUH!!! đ„đŻđ€đŸđ€đŸđ€đŸ)#thumbnail is him in a cardboard box outside jamarrs doorstep like an abandoned kitten but it's not an edit it's actually real#ja'marr opens the door and attacks him with a firehorse like that cardboard box baby at a firehouse prank#it happens right at the end and sauce ends it without doing his gay little youtuber sign off#u scroll down in the comments and see him yelling at his own video abt the editor not cutting the end like he promised#sauce would take it down but it's also his most popular video and hes a sl*tty little sauce for attention#especially bad attention (he is ill) (he is a pillowbiter) (he disgusts m#so he lets it live... for now#this great success later encourages him to post jamarr digging him out afterwards since sauce looked so soggy and pathetic#but he gets sued again for the macklemore s*xtape playlist#insane how his editor was just like 'ok sure lets give a dramatic tilt and zoom to this little gay moment to make it seem cool'#sauce probably thought it was so tuff.. he fantasizes abt it in his jets styled airplane bed#marvel avengers endgame style climax when it's literally just a slapfight#he gets sued for that too btw#hes not allowed to even daydream on capitalism's watch đ#sauce#ted asks#hes so. wow. im so glad i have so many great soldiers in the sauce army to report on his sufferings#i Love It#thank u đ„°đ„°đ„°
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Let the poor man rest.
#also no he doesn't want to experience life as a normal person. no he wouldn't sacrifice his powers to live again.#he LOVED being powerful. he was very proud of his powers. he was at the top of the world. what he disliked was being so lonely at the top.#which having reunited with Geto now he is not.#and he wanted to keep the next generation safe due to his past regrets and teach a generation of kids to be at the top together.#and he wanted to get rid of the corrupt higher-ups and reform the Jujutsu society.#and he did all of that. Yuta and Yuuji are both alive and safe and the kids are all reunited with each other stronger than ever#and the higher-ups are d**d.#Gojo obviously wouldn't hate to keep living. he clearly didn't expect to lose and die. but as he himself confirmed#he died doing what he loved. he went out the way he wanted. he went out with a bang. he had the best fight of his life and gave it his all.#as he said 'he had fun'. he said it would have been embarrassing if he died of old age or sickness.#and now that he's gone he's happy with his friends and especially Geto. he found peace.#He said it himself 'Now i'm wishing that it's not just a dream'.#also for those of you who say that Geto & Gojo wouldn't be together because one would go to hell and one to heaven... no. just no.#first of all. Gojo did a mass m*r*** before his death#second of all. they're Buddhists. they don't have heaven and hell. don't bring Abrahamic religions into everything.#and you'd be surprised by the excuses the Abrahamic religions find to not let people in heaven.#probably Gojo wouldn't go to heaven even if he didn't kill the higher-ups due to...idk... occasionaly doing pranks or sth.#but Gege apparently created a whole other afterlife of his own. and Toji Geto Gojo Nanami and everyone were all gathered there together.#you SAW that. so stop.#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#gojo satoru#satoru gojo#jjk gojo#gege akutami#my two cents#satosugu
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HIMMMMMMMMM
#heâs always been the symbol of peace but now that heâs not a hero anymore he doesnât know how to live as a human and not a symbol#and despite that he still lets himself be used until the end#see what I did with the pictures..đđ???#heâs so Peter youâre gonna die in that stupid costume from that sound on TikTok#am I reaching here#my hero academia#boku no hero academia#all might#yagi toshinori#toshinori yagi#njk mk#mha#anime#number one hero#all might fans
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Thereâs a new drug in Gotham making the rounds, one synthesized by Two-Faceâs people; if you take it you will have a 50/50 chance that youâll experience the greatest high of your life or that youâll die.
Batman is desperately trying to find the main lab and cut off the production from the source and hasnât been able to find a lead in weeks.
Thatâs when Gordon gives him a file that was given to him by a âwhite haired ghost kidâ. Itâs a detailed report written similarly to a scientific journal with detailed sources that are mainly first hand accounts from deceased victims of the Two-Face drug.
At the very end of the paper thereâs an address to a Gotham University dorm room with a sticky note next to it that says âif you need help with death or the undead. Yours truly; Danny Fenton.â
#guys look at the tags Iâm too lazy to add it to the main post#my thoughts as to why Danny hated English is because heâs helped write so many scientific papers for his parents the writing style#is ingrained into his day to day writing. this time tho he was trying to be professional for The Batman#he doesnât want to step on Batmanâs territory but since he now lives in Gotham might as well give the main powerhouse a#âhigh just letting you know Iâm in your city nowâ gift#he doesnât even try to hide his identity because he knows that Batman will find it eventually.#might as well help and fulfill his obsession as a consultant to the Bats#Batman now asks Danny to help with communing with the dead to help solve cases#dpxdc#danny phantom#dp x dc#bones prompts#bones writes in the tags
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i don't want to lose you. i don't want to lose this
#ffvii#cloud strife#zack fair#zakkura#mind link au#my art <3#tangentially related:#i think a lot about the year or so between the events of the og and advent children#he's changed so much by the time ac rolls around. which is to say the survivor's guilt is DEEP and the depression is EVEN DEEPER#i wonder how much of that is from letting go of the zack part of his identity.#oh what's that? forgot to mourn his death properly the first time? aww well shucks buddy#now he gets to die all over again in a brand new way! and now you're the one with the blood on your hands :) and you get to dig the grave :)#and now you get to live with the self blame for the rest of your life :)#yeah...........
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loveybug and catwalker from @blur0se @pisoprano and @asukiess beautiful minds
#had to draw loveybug. had to see her.#okay I can continue on with my day now#ml#miraculous ladybug#catwalker#loveybug#my art#idk where her yoyo is let's pretend it's on the other side#also I stared at catwalker for so long wondering why he felt wrong before I realized I forgot his ears#I used to constantly forget chat's ears. unsure why#anyway autumn's ficlet lives in me now#loveybug au
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congrats on your recovery n all yuuji but unfortunately for you I thought the scars were cool >:/
#my art#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#yuji itadori#jjk fanart#jujutsu kaisen fanart#jjk art#jjk spoilers#jjk manga spoilers#jjk leaks#these took so long i kept getting distracted cries#but they r done and this is yuuji's post canon scar map to me. argue with a wall we should have had this#looks at canon this sign won't stop me bc i cant read >:(#smh robbed!!!!!! the potential!!!!! the aesthetic!!!!! th angst the symbolism!!!!!!#gege i respect u i do not want beef after u let my boys live#but u rly couldnt have scuffed him up a LITTLE more.....there were so many to choose from didnt u have a favourite.....#all he has to show fr all that r two little scratches. rly.#((not counting the ear n fingers thank god i get That much))#anyway i made a whole post abt why i think yuuji should have kept the scars n what it would have stood for symbolically#its along th same lines as the yuuji Big Face Scar agenda hh i just care a lot abt character design n visual storytelling ok#anyway fine he can keep the eye but in this house it grew back wrong it's lighter and foggy and now his prescription is stronger#as fr the rest#megumi has dibs on the upper right eye apparently so yuuji can have the bottom half#i would have doubled down on the scars on his left but a. the right side is the symbolic one#b. he healed an entire eye so it makes sense tht he'd heal other more minor injuries as well#c. tbh it's mostly based on what looked good i think this arrangement guides the eye across his face nicely#gave him a lil nose nick bc smth smth sukuna idk it's just there to balance things out#also as i said. the jaw and neck scar are there for kissing purposes i make the rules im salty and i do what i want smile#in other news thank u past hina fr doing those hair render studies im very happy with my yuuji hair as of late
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When in doubt, Soup it out.
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#poorly drawn mdzs#mdzs#lan wangji#a-yuan.#wei wuxian#Yes I am skipping over LWJ's panic at WWX joking about giving birth to A-Yuan. It's funny bit but there are many more to come!#The last time these two sat down together the tensions were so high. The peace is nothing more than a layer of cold fat on the surface.#It's not 'really' them coming to see eye to eye. It's them not having the energy to say what they really want anymore.#LWJ is very defined by his jealousy and the conflict it creates with his need to put his feelings aside for the perceived greater good.#To live a life where you are always second and never ever allowing yourself to be first...#If other people can be at peace and happy - it has to be worth it right?#If he orders a plate of food that he will struggle to eat but is the favourite thing of the person sitting across from him#Is it not worth the sacrifice?#But remember! You can't take anything for yourself ever. No matter how much you want it.#He did it once before and he regrets it so much. So all he can do is accommodate.#And WWX? Well. You can't let anyone in if there isn't enough water to splash around in.#Keep things shallow and they just move on. Even if you'll miss them when they go - this is just how things are now.#No more teasing and trying to pull a reaction from LWJ anymore. You'll never be more than someone he can't stand so what's the point.
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Itâs fascinating how little the US at large knew about Walz before this week, but at the same time⊠it makes sense. He wasnât their governor. They havenât seen the incredible work heâs done first-hand, and they havenât had years to appreciate his authentic charm.
Heâs never been a politician who sought out the limelight - everything Minnesota has done in this historic year of progressive legislation and policy has been relatively quiet. Heâs not on the road jockeying for the latest sound byte on CNN or some podcast - heâs working to implement the policies people want. Heâs tweeting about Mountain Dew. Heâs at the state fair eating fried food and talking to his constituents. This is the governor we know. A man who cares deeply about the work he does and the people he represents, not the fame, not the clicks.
Heâs genuine. Minnesotans know that. Now itâs time to sell that to the rest of the country.
#tim walz#Walz#almost every morning living here in MN is reading about a new victory in the news#for the people for the state for those most in need#I took it for granted and didnât realize the rest of the country didnât see it#MN is as close as you can get to utopia#and the DFL (dems) got a trifecta and Walz ran with it#but anyway itâs a double edged sword#the reason no one knew about him is good (he puts his head down and cares about doing his job)#but now itâs like⊠everyoneâs got to drink from a firehouse#heâs done so much good itâs impossible to fit in a tweet (what most people can digest)#letâs keep the hype going yeah?#Harris Walz
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lol arthur realizes with the other knights after watching merlin flirt and being hit with a wave of deja vu: holy shit you asked me out
merlin and the rest of the knights around a campfire after leaving a village bc lancelot and leon somehow started a brawl in the tavern: ???
arthur points at merlin: after valiant! you asked me to buy you a drink! you were asking me out!
merlin is busy cooking dinner and confused out of his fucking mind: what???âŠ..valiantâŠ.oh the knight with the snakes.
gwaine who was slightly tipsy now stone cold sober and sitting up straight against a tree: wait. explain. what do you mean merlin asked you out??
arthur snaps his fingers as he recalls the memory: i apologized for sacking you and you said that if i bought you a drink weâd be even.
merlin now remembering how he had stumbled into camelot, picked a fight with a pigheaded bully which quickly turned homoerotic and flirtatious, and continued their teasing-flirting for days before merlin shot his shot and asked the prince out only to be rejected: oh yeah, i forgot i did thatâŠ..wait, you mean you didnt realize what i was asking?
arthur: no?? we argued everyday, how was i supposed to realize you were asking me out??
merlin now abandoning the dinner and staring across the camp at arthur while the rest of the knights watch their back and forth like a game of tennis: to you we were arguing, to me that was very much flirting. i thought you were flirting back so i decided to ask you. then you rejected me
arthur, mentally beating his past self up for fucking up their chance: i didnât reject you!!! i just didnât realize what you were asking me. how was i meant to? we fought every chance we got
leon, nudging elyan, glee and excitement riling through him: its happening!!! its finally happening!!! seven long, grueling years is finally paying off!!!
merlin, realizing the misunderstanding and acknowledging the fact that he wasnât rejected, his flirtations just werenât noticed - realizing he still has a chance: ohâŠoh i see. arthur, my dear, our fights were extremely flirtatious. need i remind you of what you said? âdo you know how to walk on your knees? would you like me to teach you?â or âi could take you apart with one blowâ
arthur, mental capabilities at an all time low: mâŠmy dearâŠ.?????????
merlin grinning devilishly as he realizes that his flirtatious persona he had hidden away after falling head over heels for arthur can make a come back: that is what i called you. should i call you something else? sayâŠmine?
percival gags in elyanâs ear: cheesy
elyan hides a laugh: at least theyâre finally getting somewhere. better than the hopeless pining
arthur, flushed from head to toe: ah uh no um im uh
merlin thoroughly enjoying himself: oh come now, your majesty. use your words.
#meanwhile leon is praying his thanks to every god and goddess above for their mercy#his pain and suffering is so over#merlin is going IN on arthur who is red as fuck#gwaine is enjoying himself immensely#lancelot pulls out popcorn to watch the two idiots finally get their acts together#flirty merlin x flustered arthur#i think yes#listen. merlin lived in ealdor. a small village of maybe thirty people - four or five being his own age#he was thrilled to be in camelot and have new faces and people to meet#he was definitely the village tease or flirt or whatever#he was gonna be a rake in camelot but unfortunately managed to fall hopelessly in love with the prince of camelot#he burned his dreams of being a rake in exchange for arthur#the issue? arthur rejected his advances. next issue? merlinâs feelings remained and grew#so merlin is a lovesick puppy for a prince who doesnt feel the same and he cant find it in himself to look at anyone else bar a few cases#he and lancelot def slept together at least once. him and gwaine tumbled into bed a few times together#but his heart always belonged to arthur he just never imagined hed get a chance to let his affection be known#now that he knows arthur never knew of his intentions in the first place and was quick to deny he rejected him#merlin is more than happy to let that part of his personality come back and terrorize arthur is a way he hadnt been able to before#hes living his best life rn#bbc merlin#merlin emrys#arthur pendragon#merthur#knights of the round table#fanfiction ideas#prompts#headcanon
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Thinking about a bingqiu Dreamling AU where Shen Yuan and Shang Qinghua are both bored deities, just sort of taking a brief sojourn through the mortal world to shoot the shit and see some interesting monster or other that Shen Yuan has heard about, when they come across a tea house and decide to take a break and do some people-watching instead.
Shen Yuan is well into something of a shut-in phase, which Shang Qinghua doesn't like, mostly because when Shen Yuan is in those phases he doesn't do particularly well either. Shen Yuan's a social butterfly, for however little he cares to actually acknowledge it about himself, and his critique of Shang Qinghua's literary masterpieces gets so much harsher when he's not getting enough enrichment.
So when they overhear one of the kitchen boys solemnly insisting that he is going to do everything in his power to never die, and Shen Yuan laments that the boy would probably regret such a wish if it came true, Shang Qinghua decides to bestow a rare bit of godly power onto this mortal and grant his wish.
He doesn't make him a god, of course, that wouldn't even be in his ability. At least, not without using up more time and effort than he's prepared to expend on this one random kid. But immortality on its own is not that difficult. The boy will still finish growing up, and will still be able to be harmed, to know hunger and pain and illness. It just won't ever kill him.
Shen Yuan sighs that it's a cruel thing to do to a mortal, especially one with such low odds of ever cultivating other skills to mitigate the potential torment of it all. But Shang Qinghua just shrugs and they place bets, that this boy will ask for the immortality to be revoked in a hundred years, or two hundred, or so on, or else he won't. Shen Qingqiu approaches the kitchen boy and flusters and bewilders him by telling him to meet him back here again in a hundred years time.
A hundred years later, the tea house is larger. The boy has grown to be a striking young man, who looks at Shen Yuan with wariness and something else, something almost like awe, as he asks what manner of creature he's made this bargain with. Shen Yuan assures him that he has no nefarious intentions, and instead asks Luo Binghe how the past century of his life has gone.
Horribly, at least at first. Binghe's mother had already died by the time they met, but afterwards he managed to earn enough money to travel to a nearby sect. Working in the tea house's kitchen was just a minor stopover along the way. Shen Yuan was wrong, it seems, about his odds of becoming a cultivator -- Luo Binghe earned entry as a disciple.
Yet, he had no success. The master who took him on was unaccountably cruel and mercurial, and Luo Binghe's attempts to cultivate failed. Looking back he sees now that there were many times when he should have died but didn't, but when it was all happening he just thought himself lucky. At least until an enemy sect attacked a cultivation conference, and he suffered mortal wounds that absolutely should have killed him (or anyone) but still didn't die. (No demon race or abyss in this AU, but there are still demonic and fantastical creatures.)
His cruel master, upon witnessing this, accused him of heretical practices and tried to kill him as well by flinging him off the edge of a gorge. The fall was terrible. Binghe lay at the bottom in a horrifying state, injured beyond reason and yet, still, he didn't die. Eventually his body recovered enough for him to drag himself out, and once he did the only thing on his mind was getting revenge. For the next several decades he managed to ingratiate himself to all manner of potential allies, forging alliances, accumulating blackmail, and convincing people that he had to be some powerful cultivator through his supernatural resilience, lack of visible aging, and a lot of bluffing. He got revenge on his old teacher, drove his first sect into ruin, and rose to prominence as a feared and respected leader of the cultivation world.
Shen Yuan listens with clear interest, asking plenty of questions and seemingly quite taken up with the story. At the conclusion, Luo Binghe admits that his actual cultivation is still mostly a matter of smoke and mirrors, and wonders if -- now that the hundred years have passed -- Shen Yuan means to strip his immortality from him.
Shen Yuan asks if Luo Binghe wants that. When Luo Binghe says no, he accepts the answer, and tells him to meet him back here again in another hundred years. Luo Binghe calls after him, but before he can ask anything more, Shen Yuan has disappeared again.
A hundred years later, Binghe arrives back at the tea house with an entourage befitting of an emperor. The tea house has also expanded. Luo Binghe orders a lavish feast from them, which everyone hastens to provide. He's spent the past several decades consolidating his power, forging alliances with key political players via several marriages, producing heirs, and crushing his enemies. As he brags about the state of his massive harem to Shen Yuan, the deity's eyes begin to glaze over. He doesn't seem impressed. He also doesn't seem to care much for the food, and eventually his attention is stolen away by a conversation at another table. The diners are discussing the exploits of a promising new poet and novelist. Try as he might, Luo Binghe fails to regain Shen Yuan's attention before the evening is done. Shen Yuan doesn't think it's a big deal -- after all, if Binghe is still riding on top of the world, he's probably not going to want his immortality gift revoked just yet!
Another hundred years go by. The tea house has returned to a more modest situation, the next time Shen Yuan sets foot in it. He waits an unusually long while for his guest to arrive, and when he does, he's almost stopped at the door by the tea house's servers. It's only when Shen Yuan bids them let him through that Luo Binghe is able to come to the table, almost collapsing against it and desperately falling onto the arrangement of snacks with obvious hunger.
Shen Yuan wonders if this, now, will be when the boy (no longer a boy) asks for the immortality to be revoked. Surprisingly, he finds himself resistant to the idea, even though it's also clear that the game has run too long. Maybe hundred year check-ins were too short? He doesn't like the implications of what's gone on, even if he's not really surprised about it either.
Between desperate mouthfuls of food, Luo Binghe explains that without mastering inedia, going hungry but never dying is a deeply unpleasant experience. Shen Yuan orders more food. Once Binghe has finally eaten his fill, he begins, haltingly, to explain his situation. His clothes are ragged, he is painfully thin, and his gaze is haunted.
Apparently, several of his wives conspired to assassinate him, despite his reputation as unkillable. Realizing that most poisons and such didn't kill him, but that he could still be incapacitated, they hatched a scheme to dose his food with a powerful sleeping agent, and then walled him up in a famous ancestral tomb. They went to great length to ensure that it was impossible to escape from. It took Binghe decades to do it anyway, digging away at the floors, and when he got out he found that his power base had collapsed. In-fighting and the incursion of his enemies had led to the deaths of all of his children, and what wives had survived had either fled or remarried. Not that he particularly wanted them back at that point, since the ones actually most loyal to him had also been killed early on after his own "death". His face marked him, to the eyes of his enemy, as a surviving descendant of himself. He was hunted down, chased across the continent and back again, until he managed to fall into enough obscurity that his pursuers abandoned the chase. Except that he has nothing, and any time he tries to regain something, he runs the risk of being hounded again. Those who might see some potential in him still remember the collapse of his recent "dynasty" and slam doors in his face, or else try and turn him over to those now in power in pursuit of a reward. Those who don't know that much see only a dirty beggar, and usually run him off on that basis instead.
Shen Yuan, almost hesitant, asks if Luo Binghe would like to have his immortality revoked.
Luo Binghe declines. How will he be able to take revenge on those who wronged him if he is dead? He has a hit list a mile long by now.
Which is definitely not the most noble of reasons to persist, but Shen Yuan finds himself reluctant to ask twice. Instead he orders more food, and then even reserves one of the traveler's rooms above the tea house for several days. By then the sky is turning grey, and Luo Binghe is losing his apparent battle with exhaustion. Shen Yuan presses the key into his hand, thinking it's probably not enough, but there are limits to how much gods are supposed to interfere and Shang Qinghua already stretched them to the breaking point with this entire scenario.
He leaves, not seeing the hand that reaches after him just before he is out of the door and gone.
Another hundred years pass. This time, Shen Yuan arrives to find Luo Binghe already waiting for him. He isn't surprised to see that Binghe's situation has visibly improved -- maybe he was keeping closer tabs on him, just a little bit, for this past while. If only to be sure he wouldn't have to warn the tea house workers to expect an unorthodox visitor again! But no, Binghe has been doing well enough for himself. No more harems or thrones, though. He dresses more like a well-off merchant now, deliberately posing as his own mortal descendant rather than as a great immortal cultivator. The food at the table looks far more delicious than usual too (Binghe commandeered the tea house's kitchen himself this time). As they chat, Shen Yuan is regaled with the exploits of Luo Binghe's travels and adventures, how even though he initially set out to claim revenge on those who overthrew him, by the time he was in a position to actually do so they had already died of the usual causes (time, illness, their own schemes backfiring, etc). Subsequently, only their children and grandchildren were left with the scraps of power they had obtained, and when one of those children employed Luo Binghe as a bodyguard, his initial plan to assassinate them eventually fell by the wayside. After all, the wrongdoings weren't actually theirs. From that point, Binghe was able to restore himself to a more comfortable life, joining his new employer on their travels until he had set aside enough earnings to take his leave before his youthful good-looks earned him suspicion. He then began investing in travel and trade, specifically cargo ships, because never spending too long in the same place or around the same people helped disguise his immortality. He had found that, at least for now, this served him better than playing the part of a cultivator. It also gave him time to try and actually repair his ruined cultivation base somewhat, and fighting pirates proved very diverting.
Binghe is midway through recounting his adventures with a gigantic sea monster, while Shen Yuan hangs on every word, when they're interrupted by the arrival of a brash young mistress, clearly wealthy and trained in cultivation. The young lady declares that there is a rumor that a fallen god and a demon meet in this tea house once a century, that they wield strange powers, etc etc, and she intends to interrogate them both with the assistance of her hired muscle and her own spiritual weapon, and discover the truth of the matter. Then she whips out, well, a whip!
Before Shen Yuan can deal with the matter, Luo Binghe is already on his feet, disarming the goons and breaking a few arms in the process. Shen Yuan is so distracted that he almost misses the whip aimed right for him, but before Binghe can catch the barbed weapon with his bare hand (wtf, Binghe, no) Shen Yuan deflects it with a wave of his fan, and then efficiently knocks the troublesome young lady unconscious. The hired muscle flees, Shen Yuan arranges for their assailant to be placed in a room upstairs until she regains consciousness, and he and Binghe resume their meal and conversation in relative peace.
Even though it's clear that Luo Binghe has not yet reached the end of his tolerance for life, Shen Yuan nevertheless finds himself strangely reluctant to part ways at the end of the night. Still, he does, because that's what is expected of him, gently denying Luo Binghe's suggestions that they find some other establishment to continue their conversation at. He also has to investigate these "rumors" that the young lady mentioned. It's probably nothing (Shang Qinghua has a loose tongue when he's drunk, and a lot of imaginative storytellers have frequented this tea house over the years) but he doesn't like being caught unawares like that. Heavenly politics are... complicated, it's best not to court unwanted attention in any capacity.
Another hundred years go by. This time, when they meet at the tea house, Luo Binghe asks Shen Yuan why he keeps it up. Why did he pick Binghe? What is he really after? When Shen Yuan fails to give any kind of clear answer, Luo Binghe shoots his shot and makes a (very obvious) move on him.
Shen Yuan, flustered, gets up and flees. Ignoring Luo Binghe's calls after him. It just doesn't make any sense! Why would Binghe do that?! He's a man who once had a harem of wives in the triple digits! Clearly he's not gay, so what was that all about? Was he just messing with him?! How dare he! Etc, etc.
Another century passes. Luo Binghe waits at the tea house, which has fallen onto hard times again. With the construction of some new roadways, travelers no longer pass through as often. Binghe listens, worried, to the proprietor's laments that this old place will probably not be around in another hundred years. He listens because he has no one else to speak to, because Shen Yuan has not shown up. Not that morning, not during the day, not come evening, and not now that it is closing time. Binghe nevertheless charms and bribes the proprietor to let him stay even after the place has shuttered.
It seems damning, of course. He pressed too hard and now his mysterious benefactor wants nothing more to do with him. Except, no, he refuses to accept that. He's still immortal. And he has gleaned enough of Shen Yuan's character by now that he thinks that even if he was rejected, he would be let down more clearly and gently than this. The more he thinks about it, the less willing Luo Binghe is to believe that he has been deliberately stood up (also, since the tenor of his confession was different from Hob Gadling's, he never delivered an ultimatum about what it might imply when they met up again).
Over the centuries, Luo Binghe has built up a few contacts with similarly strange and supernatural stories. Cultivators, sure, but also others, fortune tellers and people of strange ancestry, questionable abilities, those who have interacted with powerful beings of mysterious provenance. He makes his way to a certain gambling den, frequented often by such people, and while he flashes around enough money to draw curiosity, he collects information. Shen Yuan wasn't the only person who started paying more attention to the kinds of rumors surrounding the two of them after their confrontation with the young cultivator a couple centuries ago. And in fact, Luo Binghe has been spending many, many years trying to find out more about his mystery man. Though, too many potential deities and immortals fit his description for him to have ever conclusively figured much out.
This is how Binghe gets wind of a rumor that an eccentric occultist has somehow captured a god in his basement...
#svsss#bingqiu#scum villain's self saving system#bingyuan#scum villain#long post#whoever the roderick burgess proxy is here he's got a big storm coming#going the classic dreamling fanfic route and having shen yuan get rescued instead of having to escape by himself#shang qinghua has definitely made other people immortal on various whims and impulses#he bestows his gift recklessly on a betrayed young prince at one point and the divine emperor is just like 'enough!'#'if you're doing to do this I'm going to make you babysit the results! you descend and work for that prince now!' so he's got his hands ful#dreamling might be the situation but shen yuan isn't much of a dream of the endless type#and luo binghe is nothing like hob gadling lol#'I want to live because I love life!' nope it's mostly about spite#the hardest part of this AU is imagining a universe where shen yuan would ignore luo binghe for long enough to let actual centuries pass
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waitđđđ why are wrightworth sillier in the subbed anime versus the dubbed like when larry confessed to stealing his lunch money bc in the subbed it goes
buuuuuut in the dubbed itâs like
âWhat! It took you this long to confess to it?!â - pheonix
âCmon man youâre a defence lawyer so at least give me the benefit of the doubtâ - larry
âwell now i wish i was a prosecutor, at least then I could throw your sorry butt in jail.â - pheonix
âPlease edgey boy, you gotta be my defence lawyerâ - larry
âThatâs not my jobâ - edgeworth
âAlright guys, break it up okayâ - gumshoe
**pheonix saying youâre the victim, why would you defend the culprit, and being outrageously mad about it doesnât even make it to the dubbed??**
#yeah ignore me bc even pointing this out makes me feel like a loser#I couldnât decide if I wanted to watch the subbed or dubbed okayyyyy so im switching between both every episode and I watched the subbed fo#that episode and was like omgggg wait I wanna see how the voice actors do this part of the episode and was so insanely disappointed omg#subbed also way gayer for wrightworth too like thatâs kinda crazy#like why is dubbed trying to make edgeworth straight like thatâs so annoying#im kind of contemplating watching both dubbed and subbed to actually properly see the difference đ#laz.exe#ace attorney#pheonix wright#miles edgeworth#phoenix wright: ace attorney#wrightworth#narumitsu#ace attorney anime#larry butz#turnabout goodbyes#ace attorney anime episode 12#like omg wrightworth banter for like one line how could you take this away from me#wait I wanna check if the im saddled with unnecessary feelings is even in the dubbed or not now#laz live reaction#update: i checked and they dont say it properly but like its still kind of there....#trying to make edgeworth seem more non chalant like no wtf let him be insane thats what hes like cmon
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Eddie drunkenly calls Buck from wine night, confesses some things. On ao3 here.
Eddie calls him at 11:34 pm, and itâs a Thursday, so that means a few things. Itâs wine night, the biggest thing. Itâs wine night, at Hen and Karenâs, and he knows those start around dinner time so Eddieâs got several hours of alcohol in him. Itâs 11:34 pm and Buck got off work at 10:45, another thing, so itâs a toss up whether Eddie timed the call to when he was walking through the door (a feat possible after years of going back and forth between the station, the loft, and the Diaz house at all times of day and night) or if itâs just a drunken coincidence.
âHello,â Buck answers the phone, dragging out the first half of the word, tossing his keys into the bowl on the counter.
âBuck,â Eddie says, voice bright and not very slurred, but heâs only said one word so far, and Buck sometimes secretly thinks he could probably say his name pretty steadily no matter the situation. Buck is pretty sure he could be all drunk or half dead and still be able to say Eddie just fine, anyway. âHello. Are you home from, did you get home from work?â
Ah, so, somewhat drunk then. âDid indeed. You still at the Wilsons?â
âDid you, uh- was there fire?â Eddie sounds like heâs trying very hard to sound normal. Buck bites his lip against a snort.
âNo fires. Just a half shift, remember. Pretty boring one, honestly.â I missed you probably isnât fair to say, Buck covered the shift of his own volition, he could have been at wine night if he really wanted. But Donovanâs sister had a baby, what was he gonna do, not let the guy meet his niece? âHope you had a better time.â
âGreat time,â Eddie says, enthusiastic. âThey had, uh, mini quiches.â
Buck grins at the empty room. âYouâre a man who loves a mini quiche.â
A few seconds of whooshy silence where Buck assumes Eddie is nodding enthusiastically. âThe- uh- they had the bacon kind. The kind, and with the- you know, thereâs spinach? Can we go to Costco?â
âSure,â Buck agrees, opening his admittedly pretty sparsely populated fridge. âCould use a grocery run.â
âAnd get the, get more quiches?â
Buck grabs a protein bar, smiling as fondly as he wants to with no one around to see him. âYeah, Eds, weâll get more quiches.â
âAnd youâll take the spinach ones? And I get the good ones?â
Buck laughs. âThe spinach ones are good. You can barely even taste the spinach, theyâre just, like, warm and eggy.â
âMmm,â Eddie says, doubtfully. âItâs not nice to lie, Buckley.â
âIâm not fucking lying,â Buck cackles. âYour spinach hatred is so unfair, whatâd it ever do to you?â
âTaste bad,â Eddie says, adding a blegh sound for emphasis. âItâs like- like- itâs gross, I donât believe you actually like it, actually. You just want to eat grown up food.â
Buck snorts. âMan, I hate to break it to you, we both turn 34 this year.â
âAnd I donât feel like I have to prove that to anybody by eating nasty food,â Eddie says, nose definitely in the air. Buck shakes his head and takes a bite of the protein bar.
âWhatever, man. You just have to live with the fact that Chris is the one sneaking vegetables into your food.â
âYouâre so mean. Iâm not letting you have any of my actually good quiches.â Empty threat, they always end up sharing, both of them know it. âThatâs not even what I called about. Thatâs not even-â Eddie huffs so hard it sounds all crackly in Buckâs ear. âI called to tell you that I love you.â
Buck grins. Oh boy, affectionate drunk Eddie is here. Heâd wondered just how much wine theyâd got through and it seems like Eddie must be nearly a bottle in. âAw, love you too, bud.â
âNo,â Eddie says, and Buck can see the frown from here. âBuck. Listen. Iâm in love with you.â
Oh. God. Oh god. âUh-â Buck says, stomach swooping all over the fucking place, âUh- I donât think this is a conversation we should be having while youâre-â
âOh, fuck off, shut up. Shut up. Itâs fine.â
âEddie-â
âBuck,â Eddie says, in the annoyed voice he uses when Buck is trying to get him to eat yogurt with his fruit in the morning, or even a dastardly spinach quiche. âItâs fine. Itâs fine. I knew youâd- why- stop it. Listen. I feel like this all the time. Itâs stupid that Iâve never, like, I never just say this all the time. Youâre, like-â
Eddie cuts himself off and Buck waits â sort of fearfully â for him to continue, but the silence keeps stretching on. Buck knows the other side effect of this level on the Eddie Diaz Drunkenness Scale is heightened distractibility, so he probably noticed a nice color or perhaps a bug. They spent a good twenty minutes hanging out with a grasshopper at Hen and Karenâs wedding towards the end of the night, because it was a lovely shade of green and a funny little guy. Oh god, Buck thinks again. I love this man. I love this man a ridiculous amount and we should absolutely wait to talk about it.
But: âYouâre tall and youâre in my house,â Eddie says before Buck can do anything to stop him.
âIâm-â Buck glances around the loft. âEds, Iâm at my place.â
âWhat?â He sounds so indignant that Buck has to cover his mouth to hold a laugh in. âWhy?â
ââCause I live here?â
âThatâs stupid. You should live with me in my house.â
âShould I?â Buck asks, laugh escaping a little bit. âAlso, wait, what does me being tall have to do with it?â
Eddie sighs, long and exasperated. âIf you live with me you never have to go home and leave me because youâre already at my house. Your house. If you live with me you never have to go anywhere.â
âNever have to go anywhere?â Buck thinks heâs in shock, maybe, about all of this, but teasing Eddie is something thatâs always easy to fall into. âI donât have a job in this scenario?â
âWell youâd go to work. And other places. But you just come back to me all the time.â
âIâd like to come back to you all the time,â Buck says, choking a little on how simply it explains every ache in him. âEddie-â
âAnd youâre tall because⊠it matters because youâre tall becauseâŠâ Eddieâs voice is soft, his breathing is soft. Buck wonders where he is in Hen and Karenâs house. In a hallway, tucked away from everyone, the nice light from the stained glass lamp they have there warm on his face? On the back porch, out in the cool night air? Buck wants to tell him to come home, wants to make sure heâs warm. âI never had to look up at anybody before.â
âIâve got like two inches on you,â Buck replies, but his voice is pretty quiet.
âItâs a big two inches,â Eddie says, just as soft. Then, also quiet but of an entirely different flavor, âThat's- Sorry- that's what she said.â
âThat's-â Buck snorts. âWhat-â and then giddy laughter bursts up out of him, baking soda and vinegar, foamy and ticklish. He cackles till heâs breathless, listening to Eddieâs responding chuckles over the line, and sinks down to the floor, back against the kitchen island. âYouâre so fucking stupid.â
âI scored better on my certification exams than you.â
âThatâs not even true!â Buck protests over Eddieâs continuing laughter. âOnly in two categories!â
âOverall percentage was higher!â Eddie reminds him, as he does every time they have this argument.
âWell, I remember building construction and related hazards better than you and thatâs written down on official paper somewhere.â
âNot fair,â Eddie says, as he always says. âYou- you did- you built those. Unfair advantage.â
âI think youâre overselling the kind of experience I got in a few months working construction like a decade ago.â
âIt wasnât a decade when you took the tests,â Eddie points out. âWhatever. Nevermind. And I donât want to sound like- youâre good at remembering things. Youâre not stupid. I donât want to sound like you are.â
Buck taps his boot against the sink counter in front of him. âI know. Youâre not either.â
âI know,â Eddie says, soft again. âBut your hands are big, and⊠youâve got stubble sometimes, andâŠâ he trails off into just breathing on the other end of the line for several long moments. âBuck,â Eddie whispers in sleepover voice. âHave you ever kissed a boy before?â
âYeah,â Buck says, knowing Eddie knows this, but playing along anyway. âI have.â
âWhat's it like?â
Buck hums, closes his eyes. He thinks about the few guys heâd made out with but never followed home when he got to Los Angeles. Thinks about the room heâd crashed in with Connor in Peru, with itâs one mattress and both their clothes living in suitcases because they were too broke to buy any other furniture. Heâs still got a t-shirt for a school he never went to, a few sizes too small. The way they hadnât shared a room once they were in LA, the girls Connor started seeing. He thinks about John from the ranch who left town the next day. He thinks about high school, Len McGuinty under the bleachers in the summer before senior year, both of them giggling and half terrified and the way theyâd pretended to barely know each other when school started back up. Hard jawlines and stubble and muscles and height. Having something, for however long you get to have it. Wanting something, very badly. He opens his eyes and itâs almost a surprise that heâs still in the loft. That heâs not at Eddieâs house. All the time in the world there wouldnât be enough. âItâs good, Eddie. It feels good.â
âBuck,â Eddie breathes, shivery.
âI want to live in your home all the time, and never have to go anywhere,â Buck says, repeats. âIâll kiss you, if you want.â
âBuck-â
âIâll love you, if you want.â Eddie is still drunk, Buck tries to remind himself. But it might actually kill him not to say it out loud when Eddie had said he feels like this all the time. How could he not say he feels like this all the time, too? âIâll love you back. I love you back. Iâll eat all the spinach quiches for you.â
âBuck,â Eddie says, and Buck doesnât know what expression is on his face, doesnât know what look is tied to this tone of voice. Is desperate to find out. Quiet down the line for a few moments. And then: âItâs late.â
Buck pulls his phone away from his ear for a second to check the time. Nearly midnight. âYeah.â His hands feel clammy. It was too much. They should have waited to talk. Eddie wants out now, and thatâs fine. Buck will âsomehow, skin of his teeth â find a way to be fine with that.
But: âI want to go home,â Eddie says. âBuck. Come and take me home.â
âAnd then-â
âAnd then stay.â
âOkay,â Buck gets to his feet, tosses the half eaten bar in the trash. Eddieâs house has food. His home has things to eat.
âOkay,â Eddie says, confident now, everything decided, everything for sure. âIâll see you soon.
âMinutes,â Buck says, grabbing his keys, half running to the door. âIâll be there in minutes.â
âMinutes,â Eddie says back. And Buck can hear his smile.
#my writing#your lives are spared from buck mcd a little longer#man i started writing this before bi buck was a real thing!! thats crazy!! heâs bi for real now and has kissed a real dude!#slowly. slowly. one day. i will do all the prompts from that soft prompts list. i should probably post the ones I havenât done again#let you guys send requests in#i think i might actually still have some in my inbox but again. from like a full calendar year ago#so Iâll give you another opportunity
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touya is halfway through his workday, grease up to his elbows, little jumpsuit half undone down to his waist, when iguchi comes in to tell him "someone's askin' for you out here".
he's not sure who it could be, but there's no telling, so he just decides to take a smoke break and wander out of the automotive garage, maybe imagining one of siblings out on the pavement.
but the minute he sees you, he stops. nearly drops his cigarette on a rough, "oh shit."
it's been a while since he's seen you, a year or two, and the packet of paper in your hand can only mean one, bullshit thing.
"nah, nah, nah, i ain't signing any papers," is how he greets you, shaking his head the minute you start up the path with a big, determined frown. touya doesn't run, but he sure twists on his heel and starts back up the path, too, as you start calling out his name.
practically all of his coworkers are watching when he comes back into view, not bothering to hide how nosy they're being. their audience makes you falter just a tad and touya clings onto it; anything to stop you.
"never a good sign when your wife comes to find you at work."
there's a long silence, from everyone. when he looks back at youâat your manilla folder and carefully stapled documents, your petition for divorceâyour eyes are heavy and wet, almost the same way they were when the two of you stood in a courtroom, lying about your age in order to pledge until death do you part.
almost. now they're just sad.
from somewhere in the garage, toga calls out a bewildered, "you have a wife?" that makes him feel a way he can't understand, both amused and devastated all at once.
your wedding ring isn't on your finger, but if he stares long enough, he can maybe see the difference in color of your skin, a former tan-line that's begun to fade.
he sold his for stuff he shouldn't have been buying, stuff that ruined him and you and your marriage, a long time ago.
but touya only smiles, and calls back, "yeah, i do."
#not DID have a wife#not has a wife FOR NOW#he's like. yes I DO HAVE A WIFE AND WILL UNTIL I DIE. YES.#idk i just have been loving the idea of childhood friends to lovers touya but he fucks it up along the way#and the two of you never get divorced just kind of linger in limbo while you live separate lives#and when you come to be like. okay let's end this OFFICIALLY bc it's been over for a WHILE NOW#he's like. um absolutely NOT.#LOL he's so stubborn he refuses akfndiska#sorry that this is dog water i hope the idea translates regardless LOL#âż thoughts: dabi/touya
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#no home#haejoon in college like sorry hangon i have a call to take#my unstable friend is calling me#i have to make sure hes not like in a ditch somewhere#eunyung: yeah i quit my job and became a ranch hand at this farm and i think ive really found myself except my coworkers are cunts#but one of them lets me hit her vape pen which is cool oh but yeah i live in the country now and theres like jackshit to do#so ive gotten really into urban exploration except i think i inhaled spores or something in one my throats been scratchy all week#but i get paid under the table so i dont have health insurance right now but its whatever i got those fancy cough drops for it#haejoon: thats nice. i went for a walk yesterday#i think they go like 3 months without talking until either haejoon goes hey man whats up <- concerned or eunyung sends him a 10 minute long#voice memo about all the shit hes been up to
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Meme Prompt 10
#dcxdp#dpxdc#prompts#meme#memes#I have art for city spirit Gotham on my blog somewhere lol#Gotham handing Bruce his future kids & several baby liminals: Grandbabies :)#Bruce who is barely surviving on his own while Alfred is in the hospital: What.#Bladhaven & Arkham Asylum: Little brother >:)#Bruce now even more sleep deprived and near tears: wHaT#Danny Ellie Jazz & Jordan: Clockwork this wasn't what we meant when we said we needed new lives-#Dick Jason Steph & Cass who were orphans on the streets: We're gonna commit a murder!#Gotham literally would not let Bruce hand them off to the authorities & people helping with the rescue efforts#Duke & Tim whose parents can't be found (oh how weird Gotham mutters while shoving the Drakes away): Mr Batman sir we found the dino nuggie#Barbara who literally started following the Batman around: Hi Mr Vigilante did you know my dad says most of his coworkers are taking mob $$#Bruce is so relieved when they get liminal enough that he doesn't have to use words#Alfred when he returns is gonne be so shooketh#gotham
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